#so i can swish around and be cozy

[bi-writes]

Is it possible for Simon's MOB request him to dress up as Ghost for Halloween? and of course she will wear whatever Simon want her to

But if you don't want to bring Ghost into MOB's universe, just skip this. We completely understand 😉

it's about time, huh?

mail-order bride (18+)

when simon comes home after a long two weeks away, he's pleasantly surprised by what waits for him. there's carved pumpkins lined up on the porch ascending up the steps, and there's candles lit inside, making them flicker. along the porch railing, there's garlands with orange lights, and there's a black feathered wreath on the door. simon smiles under his mask, even wider once he sees the cats staring at him from the window. their tails are swishing, and he waves at them before putting the key into the door and coming inside.

it smells like pine. there's candles on everywhere, making the entire living room glow a soft orange.

all the throw pillows are different. they've been changed. they are made of velvet and linen, with some of them having fall prints on them like black cats and pumpkins and autumn-colored checkers. there's pumpkin motifs and leaves everywhere, like all the colors everywhere have been changed to browns, reds, and sage greens. you poke your head out from behind the fridge, smiling as you see simon by the door, taking off his boots and jacket. he showered before coming back from work; you can tell because he's not wearing the skull balaclava, and he has regular clothes on.

"hey," you greet him softly, waving. "you're in early."

"couldn't wait," simon murmurs. "had to come see my girls."

you snort, rolling your eyes, but you shut the fridge before coming into the living room. you wrap your arms around his neck easily, tugging him close as you snatch his mask off and kiss him softly.

"i missed you, simon," you whisper between kisses, and he wraps those big arms around you tight, cradling the back of your head as he kisses you back.

"i missed ya more."

you giggle when he picks you up a little, turning you in a little circle before setting you back down. it baffles you how easily he takes your weight; barely even grunts, just smooths his hands down your thighs and picks you up with that wicked, crooked smile.

"loved wot ya did wit' the house, luv," simon adds, chuckling low. your eyes light up, and you look around, beaming at the cozy couch you've made up with the new blankets and pillows you had bought. you giggle, looking back at him, cupping his cheeks to bring him closer to you.

"the kettle's on. why don't i make you some tea? we have so much to catch up on," you coo, and simon blushes, easily, and you giggle when he tries to look away. "simon!"

he slips a hand up your skirt to stop your laughing. you gasp, your breath caught in your throat, and simon hums as he kisses along your jaw, chapped lips sucking at the skin until you're liquid in his arms.

"mmm...a cuppa sounds nice, baby," simon chuckles in your ear, and you nod, pulling away slowly. he squeezes your ass gently before letting you go, kissing under your ear before he collapses onto the couch, sinking into it. he grabs one of the thick new blankets thrown over it, and you come into the room a few minutes later with his mug of tea and a big smile on your face. "oh, ya didn't have ta do tha'...i-i meant--"

"i know what you meant, simon," you say softly, setting it down next to him. "i wanted to, okay?"

he smiles a little, nodding, and then he reaches for your hand to pull you into his lap.

"okay, hafta catch up, luv," simon sighs. "tell me wot happened while i was gone. want ta know everythin'."

you shrug, leaning back against his chest.

"did a lot of shopping," you tell him. "a lot. sorry about the bills, simon."

"don't worry about the bills," he says firmly, and you smile a little when he takes your hands and squeezes them gently. "tell me more."

"i bought mostly stuff for the house," you smile. "all the halloween stuff. i left a few pumpkins for us though. that we can do together."

"mmm. i'd like tha'."

"and i bought...some halloween costumes," you finish, looking over your shoulder at him. he raises a brow, grinning, and he tilts his head to the side.

"you wanna dress up, tha' it, luv?"

"well...i bought a lot of costumes for me," you continue. "i...i was hoping...that..."

simon nudges you a little. you swallow, squeezing his hands, and he kisses your shoulder gently.

"well...i was hoping you could put on your..." you clear your throat, "i mean...you could be...ghost...and i-i could be--"

"ya want me ta wear my mask?" simon asks, leaning in a little. he puts his face into the crook of your shoulder, and you shiver a little. "want me to be ghost...not simon...tha' it, baby?"

you can't meet his eyes. you shrink a little in his lap, and he buries his face further, sucking gently on the curve of your jaw.

"woteva ya want, swee'eart," simon mutters. "can have woteva ya want."

"simon--" you gasp, arching your back, and he wraps a strong arm around your middle and holds you against him.

"shhh--" simon quiets you. "'s olright. why don't ya wait 'ere for me, aye? sit right there, lookin' so pretty..." he wraps a big hand around your throat, holding you there, squeezing gently. "why don't ya sit there, and i'll go put somethin' on, and we can practice?"

"p-practice?"

"tha's right," simon licks his lips. "got to see if our costumes will look nice together, don't we? got to make sure we match."

"y-yeah..."

"will ya wait 'ere, swee'eart? wait right 'ere for me?"

"yes. yeah. yes, simon." you're breathless, shaking practically, and simon tucks you against the couch before grabbing his bag and heading into the bedroom. he gives you a wink before the door shuts, and you put a hand over your chest and breathe deeply as you settle there.

your husband never fails to make your head spin. he occupies your every thought; the way he loves, the manner in which he takes care of you, the insatiable look in his eyes whenever his eyes are on you. never in your life have you ever been more at the center of someone else's world. never in your life has every word that leaves your mouth been so akin to some kind of revered gospel.

everything you say matters. nothing that you do can be wrong. nothing that you feel is ever dismissed, nothing that you want is ever not given to you, everything in your life is sunshine and rainbows and fuck, he's so fucking hot--

your brain goes fuzzy when the bedroom door opens again. it's someone you don't recognize, not really.

even when you've visited him on base, he somehow still maintains himself as simon in your presence. when you look into those eyes, you always recognize them. they are soft, they are kind, they are the ones you have always known.

whoever stands in front of you isn't someone you've met yet. he's taller, somehow. maybe it's the way he stands. feet spread apart in those steel-toed boots, cargos snug around his massive legs. your eyes start low, taking in the holsters that are positively squeezing his big thighs to his waist. mmm, his solid middle. that place that never gives, that feels full and warm when you've fed him a nice meal, now he uses it as his own personal armor. he wears a windbreaker under his tact vest, but he's pushed the sleeves up to his elbow, his tattoos on display. they've never looked so right on him until now. you follow the line of his chest to his face.

his face. his second skin. you've seen this mask before, that dirty skull that he never washes properly that frames his eyes, making him sunken and dead. he's smeared eye-black on under it, and his eyes are voids. they sink, the whites barely peeking through, and as you look at him, really look at him, you don't recognize what you see.

he's so big. he's never looked bigger. he takes up the entirety of the doorway, and you shift on the couch as you take in all of him this way.

it's like seeing someone new. it's like being married to two different men. it's simon, surely, somewhere under there, but whoever you're in the presence of isn't simon.

"hmm..." you giggle nervously, standing up. he narrows his eyes a little, flexing his hands in and out of fists, and you point to the bedroom behind him. "i'm...i'm gonna go get the costumes i bought. and...and we can pick one for me."

he blinks, but he says nothing. he walks slow, past you, and you hold his eyes as he does, and he holds yours. you turn to keep eye contact as he takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs wide, resting his hands on his thighs. you swallow, nervous under his intense stare, and you hurry towards the bedroom to fish the costumes out of the closet.

you look at yourself in the mirror. you look frazzled. your entire body feels hot, too hot, and your palms are clammy. you wipe your face gently before going back into the living room, where ghost is waiting exactly where you left him.

it looks like he hasn't moved an inch.

you hold up a few of the hangers, showing off the outfits on them.

"o-okay, i got a few. some of them are...kind of dumb," you laugh nervously. you hold up a stupid nurse outfit. it's a short little dress that would show off your thighs and way too much cleavage, and ghost considers it for a few long moments before he shakes his head. you clear your throat, nodding. "yeah, this one was dumb."

you toss it aside, holding up another one. it's a fitted bodysuit with a matching witch's hat, and ghost shakes his head at this one as well. you toss it aside to show him the next. he turns down every single one. little red riding hood. alice in wonderland. even the cute little corset angel dress that you really thought would work.

you play with your fingers nervously, looking at the costumes that you've tossed over a chair. you frown a little, curling your toes, the picture of quietly frustrated as you think about what to say next. ghost sits there, unbothered, staring at you as if he's waiting for something. he blinks slow.

"i-i don't understand what you want," you whisper. "i...i thought you'd like at least one of them, i mean..." you run a hand over your face, shrugging. "what do you want me to wear, nothing? i--"

ghost tilts his head to the side, making your breath catch in your throat.

what do you want me to wear, nothing?

your lips part, and you take a few deep breaths. nothing. he wants you to wear nothing. simon--well, simon would say differently. simon would tell you to wear whatever you wanted. he'd tell you that you would look beautiful in every single one, and you think maybe he'd ask you to wear the nurse outfit just to be cheeky.

not ghost. ghost doesn't like the theatrics. ghost doesn't care for the game. he doesn't chase, everything he wants comes to him, or he makes it come to him. everything he desires ends up between his teeth, and that includes the woman that's wearing his fucking ring standing in front of him.

you take a timid step forward. he narrows his eyes under the mask, watching curiously, and when you make your way between his legs, he stares up at you, right into your eyes. you smile.

"you might be a ghost, but you're still my husband," you say softly. "so will you do the honors for me?"

ghost hums lowly. he reaches for you, gripping the base of your shirt, and he lifts it over your head with ease. he tugs your shorts down along with your panties as you unclasp your bra, and finally you see the flicker of something in those eyes when your tits fall in his line of sight.

there's a man under it all, as much as he would like to pretend like there isn't.

you lean over, putting your hands on either side of him on the back of the couch before straddling him. he grunts as you sit down, his hands finding your waist, and you lean forward enough to press your forehead to his.

ghost, like your simon, is insatiable. as soon as he has you this close, his hands are wandering. gloved hands slide up your slides and cup your tits, thumbs smoothing over your nipples until they're puckered and hard. once he's satisfied that you're shuddering enough, his hands fall to your thighs, spreading them apart even more before he grips both sides of your ass and squeezes, spreading them apart. the tease of his thumb over your ass makes your brain restart, and if he wasn't wearing the mask, you have a feeling you'd seek a sickening grin come over his face.

your mouth falls open, short breaths leaving you, and your eyes flutter closed when his hand slips between your thighs and cups you, big palm swallowing your folds as he puts two fingers to your clit and makes a nasty squelch as he moves them in firm circles.

"olready so wet..."

you squeak with surprise when he flips you over. your back slams against his chest, and it arches away from him as he plants your heels on either side of his thighs and wraps an arm around your middle to hold you against him.

"oh--ha--"

you reach back and grip the back of his neck for support as he puts his hand back where it belongs. two gloved fingers move in achingly slow circles through your folds, but like a teasing shit, he only skims your clit every so often. he leans in, humming against your ear, and he smacks his lips under the mask as he watches from over your shoulder.

"is it time?" he rasps against your cheek. "mmm...y'r husband neglects ya, huh?"

"w-what? no..."

"'s olright," ghost huffs. "i know. even pretty girls need to get fucked, tha's the truth, innit?"

"nnghh--"

"even sweet, pretty girls deserve a firm hand. don't hafta be so gentle...ya don't want gentle, aye? not wot ya need."

"just need you," you whine, and he paws at your tits hard as he sinks two fingers into you, right down to the last knuckle. you cry with relief, bucking your hips up against his hand, and he shushes you, shaking his head. ghost is simon's nasty alter ego, and you just want more and more and more of it.

"relax," he chuckles. fuck, he's so smug, it's infuriating and appealing all the same. "just need ta get ya nice and soft...need ya to open up fer me. won't be easy, takin' me."

like always with your husband, the one thing that is easy is not thinking at all. you sink, relaxing into his grip until there is no resistance from you. you don't have to have any thoughts when it comes to him. you can just be in the moment. you can float on this plane of nonexistence, this place that is just for you where you can just be and enjoy and think of nothing but how good you feel at this exact moment. he's got such big fingers--they curl, petting your insides, coaxing you to make all sorts of soft, pretty noises that just make him more desperate. he's hard against your ass; he chubbed up as soon as you sat in his lap, but now it's an unmistakable feeling.

he is everything you have ever wanted. he is more than you deserve. for your entire life, nothing has ever felt more precious. nothing has ever been more special. no one in the entire world has ever been so pervasive and demanding and thoughtful and wonderful, and you love him so much, you think you might die if you don't have him--

"i know," his voice brings you back. you're crying, tears wetting your face. you're shivering, holding onto him, babbling nonsense that sounds a lot like i love you and please and more. "i know, baby--it's so good, innit? feels so good, look at ya...look at ya, 's oll mine, 's mine, everythin' tha' y'are is mine."

everything you are is mine. skin, bone, and all.

"i'm gonna--no!" you seize when his fingers leave you. you miss them, turning around in his lap, cupping his cheeks, shaking your head, desperate desperate desperate. "don't take it from me, don't--!"

he hums. deep within his chest, something you feel trickling up his throat as your hands slide down his neck. you paw at the tactical vest, pulling on the straps, but ghost is something you cannot move. he's rigid, solid. nothing about him gives. even hard, pressed up against your cunt, he loses no control.

"gonna be good?" he asks. "hmm? gonna be good, and let me take care o' this, aye? can't 'ave ya coming on my fingers, swee'eart. first time ya come tonight, 's gonna be on my cock, y'hear tha'? say you hear me."

"i hear you--"

"tha's good, good, i like tha', like when ya do wot i ask. 's easy, innit? easy ta do wot i tell ya."

you can see those eyes. you're in love with those eyes. it doesn't matter how much he paints around them or how many layers he covers his face with, you will never forget them. you will know them when you close your eyes for the last time, and you will know them when you are born again, and you will spend eternity looking for them until you find the ones you know belong to you.

simon will wear a million faces, and you will know each and every one of them, just like you know this one, even the one you can't see.

simon makes other men so inferior. ghost makes them infinitely obsolete.

"so pretty, i've got such a pretty wife," ghost mutters. "did good, didn't i? gettin' myself such a nice girl. a messy girl." you're drooling as he lifts his hips, undoing his jeans with one wet, gloved hand. the zipper comes down, and your eyes fall as you watch him shove the denim just below his balls. "fuck--so full, baby, huh? won't last if y'keep lookin' at me tha' way, close y'r mouth."

you giggle a little. it escapes you without you even thinking, and when ghost tilts his head to the side, you're caught in it. he's about to fuck you for the very first time. he's about to eat, like he's never eaten before. you're about to lose your fucking mind, that's for certain, and nothing about it scares you.

simon might not be here right now, but ghost still knows what you are to him. he's going to take care of you. he loves you.

you cradle his head when he turns you in his lap. you clutch onto the back of his mask, lowering yourself in his arms as you press your lips to his over the mask. your shuddering breaths make him groan, and he hisses when you use one hand to slip his cock between your thighs, rocking your hips to coat him in slick. the bulbous head catches between your ass, and you lick over his jaw as you draw your hips back, meeting his eyes again.

you never want to know another man. even if they take him from you, even if someone manages to put a bullet in him, you'll never be with anyone else. this is it, the end all be all.

"not supposed t'think," ghost tells you. "y'r too pretty t'think."

your lashes flutter, and he grins under the mask.

"just the tip?" he teases. you press your forehead to his, shaking a little, and you nod your head. you take it nice and slow. he hitches you high up on his lap, on your knees, and you're a whimpering mess when he pushes the fat tip inside of you. you rock your hips, feeding yourself more, and ghost leans his head back when he feels you squeezing and squeezing and squeezing as you take just a little more of him, little by little. "don't need ta work ya open when y'r cunt's beggin' for it, innit?"

you squeeze his broad shoulders, leaning all your weight on him as you sit down on his cock. both of you groan, finally one, and you push his mask up to seal a kiss as you feel him throbbing as he touches deep.

"i love you so much," you whisper between kisses, "but i've been waiting t-too long for this."

"don't worry," ghost mutters. "there'll be time f'nice 'n sweet later. i know wot y'need."

and fuck, he certainly does.

ghost has you propped up underneath him when he fucks you for the first time. he shoved a few pillows under your hips, and the angle has your eyes in the back of your head as he indulges himself. when he puts a gloved hand low on your tummy and presses, you see it--fuck, it's good.

he's hitting that spot again and again now. the groans that slip out, the ones he can't control, have you squeezing his cock every time he meets your hips, and he has to grab onto your thighs to keep you from shaking yourself too hard. his balls are heavy, fat, smacking against your ass with a wet sound that's making it hard to focus. you go in and out, and every time that skull mask comes into your vision again, you feel a new wave of shudders make it's way down your spine, curling your toes.

"tha's it, love--" ghost praises. "ughh, knew ya'd be so good f'me. knew ya'd take it like this. open up--yeah, yeah--fuck--" he spits into his glove, nasty, and when he thumbs at your clit, you mewl. your back nearly lifts off the couch and the pillows you rest on, but ghost just cackles, pressing you back down, his palm a nice weight on your tummy as he pushes down again just right and-- "oh--fuck--there it is..."

your orgasm is unlike any other you've ever had. for a split second, the world is nothing but stars. your vision hazes, white spots dancing, and when you blink back to consciousness, ghost has slowed his hips, his hands gripping your hips as he watches the mess between your legs quickly wet his cargos. he hums low, eyes wild, and he keeps fucking up into you suddenly, a bit quicker, renewed vigor.

"want anotha one," ghost hisses, and you babble as you try and tell him i-i can't, never been able to--but he's still going, still running his big thumb in nice circles, and when he draws your legs up and over his shoulders and leans his weight on you, you cry with relief when something softer but just as lovely hits you head-on. ghost gets down onto his elbows, faltering, and when you feel his cum spurt, you shake at how good it feels to be surrounded by your husband, inside and out, the start of him and end of you blurred between tangled limbs and shared breaths and the wedding band you can feel him wearing underneath his gloved hand as he intertwines your fingers and squeezes.

your body is liquid. it seeps back into the couch, melding to the cushions underneath you, and you smile up at your husband as he smooths his hands over your face and chuckles low and breathless.

"y'r so beautiful," he murmurs, and you tell him the same, because it's true. you touch your nose to his, breathing him in, and when you laugh, he asks you what it is.

"i just..." you laugh again. "hmm...why did we wait so long?"

you laugh together, soft and quiet, and when you kiss him, he's gentle. he sits up enough to throw his gear off, the tact vest falling to the floor, and you toss his mask behind you so you can scratch at his short hair and kiss his cheeks.

"so..." you bite your lip, and he gives you all his attention.

"wot is it, baby?"

"you...wanna go again?"

[solxamber]

Sannaclaw,9("your face is red as a reindeer nose"),fluff

Joining the Family || Jack Howl

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "Your face is as red as a reindeer's nose" ; Genre: Fluff

The Howl family home was alive with the sounds of laughter and the scent of freshly baked cookies. Snow dusted the windowsills, and a warm fire crackled in the hearth, casting a cozy glow over the festive scene.

Outside, you darted between snow-covered trees, dodging the giggles of Jack’s younger brother and sister as they chased after you in a spirited game of tag.

Jack stood on the porch, arms crossed and a lovesick expression softening his usually serious face. He watched as you laughed, and the way his siblings adored you made his heart swell even more.

“Jack,” his mother said from beside him, her tone light and teasing. “You look like you’re already planning the wedding. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind. They’re perfect for you.”

Jack’s ears flattened against his head, and his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “M-Mom!” he protested, his voice cracking slightly as he turned his face away.

Before he could recover, you jogged up to the porch, your breath visible in the chilly air. You tilted your head at him, noticing the uncharacteristic redness in his face.

“Jack, your face is as red as Rudolph’s nose,” you teased, stepping closer. “Are you cold or something?”

He stammered, fumbling for a response. “I—it’s just—nothing!” His tail swished behind him in obvious embarrassment.

Before you could press him further, Jack’s younger sister tugged at your coat, looking up at you with wide, earnest eyes. “Hey,” she whispered, cupping her hands around her mouth like she was sharing a big secret. “I hope you marry Jack. Then you’d be my family for real!”

Jack groaned audibly, burying his face in his hands as his blush deepened to an almost impossible shade of red.

You blinked in surprise before breaking into a laugh so warm it could rival the fire inside. “Well, aren’t you the sweetest,” you said, crouching down to give her a playful boop on the nose.

“I mean it!” she insisted, giggling. “You’re the best! And Jack’s really happy when you’re here.”

“I can tell,” you replied, throwing a teasing glance at Jack, who was still hiding his face.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” he finally muttered, straightening up and clearing his throat. He looked at you, his eyes filled with an embarrassed but unmistakable affection. “Let’s… go inside. It’s getting cold.”

You stood and grinned, slipping your arm through his. “Aw, don’t be shy, Jack. It’s cute seeing you all flustered.”

“Stop,” he grumbled, but his tail wagged slightly, betraying his true feelings.

As the two of you walked inside, his siblings trailing behind, you leaned closer to him and whispered, “By the way, your sister has great ideas I’d love to stick around forever, too.”

Jack’s face turned red again, and you laughed, knowing you’d never get tired of teasing him—or being a part of his life.

Masterlist

[borkunlimited]

Take Your Time, Miss Deer (Sylus x Reader) - Ch. 1

In a tailor shop tucked in the calmer side of the N109 zone is a little room where all clothes of many different designs come together under the delicate hands of an unassuming deer living in the den of all sorts of beasts and sitting on them is the dragon who wears your clothes.

Your many interactions with Skye, Mr. Sylus’ messenger or-

-Sylus is waiting for you to finally figure out he is playing his own messenger.

A Deer Hybrid! Reader x Dragon Hybrid! Sylus Fic

Tags: Sylus x Reader, Hybrid AU, Suggestive Themes, Fluff, Predator/Prey

Author's Note: I was hesitant to cross-post first but after some thinking, maybe I should.

Enjoy!

AO3

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch.4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9 / Ch. 10 / Side A / Side B

1: My Dearest, Oblivious

The odd little crow came by again.

It was around afternoon when the crow landed on its usual perch on the open window of the studio where you are working and as usual, it carried with it little gifts.

Usually, it brings you beautiful flowers.

Sometimes, it brings you gemstones and ores.

It is such a sweet bird.

You don't know what to call the odd little crow so you just named it 'Daisy' and you even made a little ribbon that you tied around its neck with its name embroidered in it, not too heavy so it can still fly.

Just a little good luck charm.

Daisy only left when it gave you its recent gift on the palm of your hand and after you gave it a quick kiss on its head, you bid it goodbye, telling it to not do anything rash since the little thing is flying around the N109 zone. You can only assume it most likely has a nest around here as well.

Daisy is not the only one who showers you with gifts.

The first patron of this tailor shop, Mr. Sylus, also sends you gifts. He became one of your regular clients as well and you have sewn everything he requested, from suits to casual attires, each piece you worked on diligently.

Every finished work, he sends over a gift. Hairpins, vinyl records, and even tickets once to an opera for you and your father.

The bright red gemstone Daisy brought you cast a myriad of light as you held it up against the sunlight pouring inside your little studio together with the intricate stones that decorated the hairpin you are wearing right now.

You always wondered where the little crow finds such trinkets.

"You should take a break, sweetie."

The unfamiliar voice immediately made you put the little gift that Daisy has brought to you inside your apron pocket, your thoughts cut short.

"Oh, are you lost?", you asked, turning to face your surprise visitor, tucking your hair behind your ear. "The fitting room is just straight ahead, sir."

Every now and then, you get a glimpse of the shop's clients, almost all intimidating like this person before you. He is as imposing as the other men and women your father talks to, being the face of the business side of this humble tailor shop. Your eyes traced the dragon horns on top of his head and his tail while he leaned against the door frame, his crimson gaze trained towards you.

Back then, every fiber of your being will tell you to run, run as fast as you could away from a hybrid like him yet here you are, treating him like you are of the same kind.

"Lost? No, sweetheart. I never get lost," he replied, pushing himself off the door frame.

Sylus had always been meaning to finally visit you himself after Mephisto returned with a ribbon around his neck, bearing a different name.

And it was hilarious how Mephisto seemed to wear your gift and his ‘new name’ with pride.

The door behind Sylus closed with a soft click and it only took him a few strides to stand beside you, his footsteps silent on the hardwood floor and his tail swishing lazily while he studied your little studio. The space was lit by a few windows and the lights of the room cast a warm and cozy glow on the various fabrics and sewing materials scattered on every available surface.

In the midst of it all, is you, an unassuming deer hybrid, your deer ears twitching slightly while you studied him. A small smirk found its way on his face when he noticed the stray threads had found their way around your antlers and his eyes lingered on your neck for a moment.

You’re even adorable up close.

“I am well-aware of where the fitting room is,” he continued, his gaze steady, “But I think I'll stay here a bit longer, if you don't mind.”

“Oh, please make yourself comfortable,” you replied, casting him a small glance before you continue working on sewing together the fabric for Mr. Sylus' suit jacket.

You assume this man is either a client or maybe one of the clients brought him along, knowing that usually all of your customers bring an entourage of their security and sometimes, their guards manage to find their way here in your little studio where you work.

They tell you stories every now and then, ask you about your work, but mostly they content themselves observing while they wait for their bosses to wrap up their business with your father.

“What are you working on, sweetie?”

“A suit.”

“A suit, huh? And who is the client?”

“Mr. Sylus,” you answered, almost carefree, your hands tracing the intricate design you have embroidered in it.

There was a brief frown that crossed his face.

You don’t recognize him.

Sylus had always suspected that you don’t know the face of the man that you’ve been tailoring for all these months. Do you even know what kind of man he is? Or does your beloved father keep you in the dark, letting you stay here in your own world?

A selfish part in him secretly relished it-

-That you didn’t gaze at him like the monster he is.

He leaned against your work table beside you, taking a moment to admire the meticulous and detailed stitches of your work. How your delicate hands moved with such precision and dexterity, the needle an extension of your own body.

But he just had to test waters a bit, see how far he could go in this charade.

“You’re his personal tailor, sweetie?”, he asked, feigning innocence.

“Mr. Sylus said I am,” you nodded, putting together the fabric of the sleeves with pins before you run it in the sewing machine.

Most of your works during your first months of living here in the N109 zone are mostly requests from Mr. Sylus and then from there, the business skyrocketed. Your father said it was your talent but you also believe it was his business acumen that made it stable.

You wouldn’t be here without your father looking after you.

“And is he a good client to you?”, Sylus continued to inquire, crossing his arms while he observed your practiced movements, the way your hands held the fabric with such grace.

He wanted to know. Wanted to hear what you actually think of him.

“He always sends me gifts.”

He watched you tuck your hair behind your ear again, the light from the desk lamp catching the glimmer of the hairpin he has gifted you. It is quite satisfying, being here in person and seeing you wear one of his many gifts to you.

“Gifts, you say?”, he asked, leaning a bit closer, pretending to study your hairpin. "Such as..”, his eyes flicked down to the accessory, “This little thing here, sweetie?”

“It was one of his first gifts,” you nodded.

“His first gift,” he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk, “You do know that he’s a very dangerous man, don’t you, miss seamstress?”

You paused from your work.

People talk so much in the N109 zone and they seem more lax when they enter the shop, laying out all kinds of rumors. One of the main subjects of these rumors is Mr. Sylus, of course. The common theme across all rumors about him is that he is a very dangerous man but other than that, it is very difficult to get a better picture of who he is.

People claim he is quite cordial, as long as you fulfill your side of the bargain. Others disagree, saying that he is a man that takes without remorse.

Every rumor seemed to contradict each other so you simply stopped trying to make sense of them.

“Do you think he is, Mr.-?”, you tilted your head at him, unsure of what to call him.

“Oh, how rude of me,” Sylus said, his tone slightly playful, “I haven't introduced myself, have I, sweetie? I'm Skye.”

He took another step closer, his broad frame now towering over your petite figure, "And to answer your question, yes, he's a dangerous man. But shouldn't you know that already, little doe?"

“But what makes you say that?”, you asked, your brows slightly furrowed and he had to resist the urge to run his fingers on the fur of your deer ears drooping slightly, “Do you work for Mr. Sylus?”

In your eyes, Mr. Sylus is a generous man. Maybe a little shy because you never understood why he never hands you his gifts himself.

Oh, sweetheart.

You really are oblivious to the true nature of the man who wears your clothes and showers you with gifts in return, aren't you?

Sylus chuckled, his tail swishing lazily behind him while he watched you try to piece everything together. You are so gentle, tucked away in this corner of the N109 zone, in this little grove not so far from the den of all beasts, and the most formidable beast of them all is right here, standing right in front of you.

Yet you don’t even flinch. Why is that?

“You could say that, sweetie.”

“Like a bodyguard?”

“Sure, something like that.”

Your gaze shifted from him to the door behind his back. If this man is here, surely, Mr. Sylus is also here as well.

You can actually finally see your first client, the person who gave your father capital to start this shop and-

-you can thank him for all of the gifts.

Before you even had a chance to take a step towards the door, Sylus quickly reached out and grabbed you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against him. His tail swished in front of you, blocking your path.

He held you firmly against his front, feeling your small frame press against him as he kept you in place. He could feel the subtle shift in your demeanor and he silently wonders why you are so excited to meet the man behind all the gifts even when he already told you ‘Mr. Sylus’ is a dangerous man.

“Ah ah ah, sweetheart,” he teased, his voice a low, rough murmur. “Where do you think you're going?”

"Mr. Sylus should be in the fitting room since you are here," you replied, trying to pry his grip from you but his hold further tightened instead.

Oh, how amusing you are with that little cute pout on your face.

“Is that why you were so eager to go? To finally see the man behind all the gifts?”, he whispered in your ear, the fur of your deer ear grazing the tip of his nose slightly as it twitched.

“Please let go,” you insisted, still trying to wriggle free from his hold and you slightly tensed up when you felt his tail wrapped around your ankle, the cool, smooth scales making contact with your skin.

“No can do, sweetheart. You're not going anywhere just yet,” he grinned, his voice rough and playful, “And there's no one in the fitting room, sweetie. It's empty.”

"Mr. Sylus.. isn't here?", you asked, confused and slightly disappointed while you paused from trying to pry his fingers off of you.

Technically, he is here. You just think he is someone else.

“No, little doe, I’m afraid he is not,” he answered, his breath warm against your skin.

Sylus watched your hands fall to your sides while your deer ears drooped, feeling the disappointment radiate off of you as you realized your beloved client isn’t present and he slightly frowned at the sight.

Now, he can’t have his favorite tailor all sad.

“What’s this?”, you asked, your eyes moving towards the small and rectangular box handed right in front of you.

“It’s a present, sweetie,” Sylus answered and a small smirk graced his features, “From Mr. Sylus.”

Honestly, he never thought there would be a day he would refer to himself as another person but here he is.

His fingers lingered on your skin for a moment when he gently placed the gift on your hands before crossing his arms, watching you open the cover.

It was then Sylus knew he had to come here just to see that expression you made over and over again.

Your face lit up with joy, an adorable smile spreading across your face as your eyes traced the shape of the newest hairpin he had commissioned from an artisan. Your deer ears perked up in excitement and delight at your newest treasure.

It was all so precious.

“Mr. Sylus sent you here to give me his gifts?”, you asked, slightly giddy as you shift back and forth.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he confirmed, nodding his head slightly, “Mr. Sylus had some things for you and asked me to deliver them.”

“Can you tell him-”

You bite your bottom lip, stopping yourself before the favor you want to ask spilled from your mouth. It feels odd asking one of Mr. Sylus’ men to carry a message for you on your behalf and you don't want it to look like you had a crush on the man whose face you haven't seen.

And you heard he is very old.

You just want to say thank you. That you are very grateful for his generosity to you and your father.

“Go on, sweetheart,” Sylus said, motioning for you to continue, “You can tell me, I'll pass it along.”

“Can you tell him that I love it?”, you asked, holding the box close to your chest.

He gazed at you fondly and for a moment, his smirk was replaced by a small smile upon hearing your request.

Earnest.

Innocent.

There are so many words he can describe you when you hear your sweet voice laced with gratitude.

“Of course, sweetie,” he replied softly, “I’ll make sure to pass that along.”

You don’t see the real him as a monster.

“And can you tell him..”, you spoke slowly, hiding your face with the box to cover the faint blush on your cheeks, “Can you tell him he doesn’t have to send gifts? I don’t want to take advantage of his generosity since he already pays us so much.”

“You're not taking advantage of anything, sweetheart,” Sylus replied, shaking his head slightly at the thought of not sending you gifts anymore, “Gifts are meant to be given and shared, or else they're useless, right?”

Perhaps Mr. Sylus’ messenger is right and you are simply not used to being showered with gifts not just by him but by your other clients who clearly appreciate your works. It is certainly odd that you have received more acknowledgement and praise in this place compared to where your father and you used to live.

Sylus smiled when he heard you softly murmur “You’re right” as you nodded slowly. He wanted to keep talking to you, to watch you work but he took a quick glance at his watch and he knew he had to cut this visit short.

He still had a few matters to attend to.

“Duty calls, sweetie,” he said, pushing himself off your desk and straightening his clothes.

His hand rested on the handle of the door and he turned briefly to you before he stepped out. He took in your form, your petite frame, your hairpin, and the bouquet of flowers he gave to you last week on the vase by the window, slightly wilted.

He will have to bring you fresh ones next time. Personally.

“Until then, little seamstress.”

“Until then, Skye.”

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Mephisto is not an ordinary crow.

Sylus had created the mechanical crow from scratch. His feathered companion is programmed for intelligence gathering and had followed every task he assigned to it to the letter from watching over any of his business associates and his men to recently, bringing you gifts.

Initially, Sylus will send Mephisto every now and then, letting it carry little trinkets he thinks will brighten up your day but lately, the crow is doing it to his own accord, going as far as pilfering anything it thinks you will like from his various collections. Not that he minds.

“Still wearing your gift, I see,” Sylus commented, his eyes landing on the crow sitting on his perch inside his office.

His fingers brushed the length of the white ribbon tied around its neck and Mephisto tilted his head, letting out a caw as if telling him that he deserved to show off the gift you had tied around its neck just like how Sylus wears all the clothes you tailored for him with confidence.

“Look at you, so entitled,” Sylus pointed out, giving the end of the little ribbon a gentle tug, his finger grazing on the embroidered letters, “She named you ‘Daisy’, you know.”

Mephisto let out a loud caw this time, fully aware of its other name and telling him that it is the best name while it continued to preen under his touch.

Traitorous bird.

Since when did the loyalties of his own mechanical crow shifted from him to you, the little seamstress? Unbelievable.

Sylus’ thoughts were interrupted when Mephisto let out a soft beep, its wings flapping to sit on his shoulder and he raised an eyebrow, looking at his creation with wry amusement.

“What? No more quips for me?”, he asked sarcastically.

Mephisto tilted its head and there was a certain glint on its eyes, excited on what it is about to show to its master who has been pining for you for months.

It projected a hologram in front of him and Sylus can’t help but snort at the scene replaying before him.

In the glass of the window of Mephisto’s usual perch on your studio was his creation’s reflection and he watched as you pressed a chaste kiss on the top of its head before letting it fly away, bidding it to take care and visit soon.

Of course the bird is getting kisses.

Perhaps he had given too much autonomy over Mephisto because he is certain it is intentionally making him irritated, as absurd as it sounds.

He is jealous. Over a damn bird. His own creation. That he modified the program to look after you.

“You’re really enjoying all this attention, aren’t you?”, he asked, glancing at the crow who just ruffled his feathers in an almost smug manner.

“Ungrateful bird.”

Yet, the gentle scratch he gave under Mephisto’s beak says otherwise.

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AO3

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch.4 / Ch. 5 / Ch. 6 / Ch. 7 / Ch. 8 / Ch. 9 / Ch. 10 / Side A / Side B

[tasteracha]

professor bang

word count: 2.3k

warnings: unprotected sex, power imbalance (grad student x professor), multiple orgasms, chan calling the reader pet/good girl

synopsis: you laid out a perfectly crafted trap to seduce the hot professor - too bad he’s one step ahead of you.

the midday air is unsuspecting as you walk down the creaky hallway, floorboards of the psychology building groaning under your feet. the nerves are close to eating you up whole but you continue walking, too far into your plan to turn back now - you know what you want, and you’re going to get it. no one turns an eye as you walk past open doors, the hem of your dress swishing around your knees. they’re accustomed to seeing you here, being a graduate student in the department means you spend more time here than you do in your own apartment. 

you stop at one door in a series of identical ones, only told apart by a worn out plaque listing a room number and a shinier, newer one reading “christopher bang, ph.d.” underneath it.

the door is cracked just a bit, enough for you to peer inside and there he is, standing in front of his desk, wearing a crisp white shirt under a grayish-blue blazer. his pants are too tight to be suitable for a professor, and they cling to his thighs and stretch across his ass perfectly, making you pause in the doorway with a hungry stare that lasts for too many seconds. 

when you look up you meet his eyes and it makes you jump; you didn’t know that he knew you were there. this doesn’t fit in the plan.

the plan you cooked up when he got a little too cozy with you during the department holiday party last semester. the plan you’ve been making and scrapping and working yourself up to execute, avoiding him at every corner so that he wouldn’t know. you were supposed to surprise him, walk in pretending like you needed help with some assignment, getting closer and closer to him until your breaths were intermingling and then you’d look into his eyes and he would glance at your lips and-

and now he’s caught you checking him out like some kind of creep. 

“oh, hi y/n,” he says, eyes turning crinkly as he looks at you with a shit-eating grin. fuck.  

now that you’ve been found out, you slide inside the gap in the door, shutting it closed behind you and letting the lock click behind your back. if he notices, he doesn’t react, steady eyes trained on you as your feet take you closer and closer to his desk.

“hi professor bang,” you say, surprised by how clear your voice comes out. that’s good, you wouldn’t want him to know how nervous you are just yet, it would add to his smugness and you didn’t know if you could handle his ego being even bigger than it is right now. 

“what can i do for you?” he says, crossing his arms and leaning against the desk. the blazer stretches over his shoulders and the material does nothing to hide his biceps and your mouth waters. he quirks an eyebrow at you when you don’t speak for a moment, and you have to clear your throat before any sound comes out.

“i needed some help with a research project,” you say, moving close enough to him that if anyone were to walk in they would absolutely report the both of you for some kind of ethical violation. good thing you locked the door, then. “i was hoping you could be of service.”

“oh?” he leans further back into the desk, fully relaxed in a way you wish you were. “what kind of project?”

“well, it has to do with human connection,” you trail a finger across the collar of his blazer, further down until it catches on a button, in a show of false confidence. “i was looking to maybe get some hands-on experience? for research, of course.”

you feel a swell of victory when his breath catches in his throat and his arms loosen from where they were crossed to drop at his side. 

“well i certainly am the expert in that domain,” he drawls, eyes flickering down to your lips and back up. “i did write my dissertation on it, after all.”

it’s a lie - you’ve read his dissertation, full of information about cognitive theory and eye movements and other things that honestly went way over your head. not a single mention of human connection was in that document, but the fact that he’s so readily playing along with you means that you didn’t misread anything. either he wants you, or he enjoys toying with you; either way, you were on board.

even more so when he takes his blazer off, throwing it off to the side like it didn’t cost him an aggressive amount of money to buy. you’ve seen the designer labels on him plenty of times enough to know he likes to treat himself to nice things. 

you’re hoping you can be his next nice thing, the next possession that he flaunts and parades around. 

you lean in for a kiss, but he surprises you and flips the both of you around until you’re backed up into the desk. he’s leaning over you, dark eyes looking down at you like you’re his prey. 

“let’s even the playing field a bit, shall we?” his voice has gone down, low and sultry, and you feel your head loll back from how it makes you feel. he makes quick work of removing your dress, letting the material pool to the floor so he could focus on your bra. it’s your favorite one, lacey and red and sexy, the material leaving nothing to the imagination. he takes a second to admire it, fingering at the strap around your shoulder and sliding his thumb into the cup before he reaches behind you and unhooks it in one try. it joins his blazer and your dress on the floor a moment later, and you’re left feeling exposed in front of him. 

“how is this even?” you ask, resisting the urge to cover yourself with your hands. “you’re still wearing all of your clothes.”

“well, sweetheart,” he starts, moving impossibly closer to you. “we’re in my office. that means i get to decide the rules, no?”

he swipes an arm across the table behind you before you can answer. papers flutter in the air, and he’s hiking you up onto the desk before they reach the ground. his hands are under your thighs, spreading them apart so he can fit between them. one of his hands snakes into the band of your underwear, your sensitive skin erupting in goosebumps from his touch.

“so wet,” he says, a smirk painting his face as his fingers part your folds to make slow circles around your clit. it shouldn’t be enough to send shivers up your spine, but it’s him, so it does.

“for you,” you say, looking up at him through your lashes. the amused glint in his eyes turns sharp, dark and possessive. just what you wanted. 

“this is mine?” he asks, cupping you in his hand while his other reaches around the small of your back to hold you close to him.

“yours,” you hum, nodding even though his attention certainly wasn’t on your head.

he dips his fingers inside of you, gliding easily inside from how his fingers are coated with your juices. when he crooks his fingers and thumbs at your clit your head tips back, and you might have lost your balance if he wasn’t holding you so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. 

it’s on your third time stumbling over the word professor that he leans into your ear and tells you to call him chris, his lips kissing your ear as he works you to your high. you’re shaking apart on his desk and yet he doesn’t relent, he continues to move his fingers with fervor until you can’t help but push at his chest to get him to stop. 

“chris,” you stutter out when he latches his lips to your neck, open mouthed and hot as his fingers move to grab at your thighs. his hands are so big, veins bulging as he digs his fingers in. you hope there are bruises there, tomorrow. and the next day. 

“gonna fuck you now, okay?” he says, voice husky. “for research.”

“yeah, research,” you breath out, using both your hands to cradle his face so that you could kiss him, finally. his lips are as soft as you imagined, plushy pillows that you could find yourself lost in for hours. he keeps his lips on yours as he moves your underwear down and off, helping you balance so he could slide it under your thighs until you’re bare in front of him. you’re unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers, and he chuckles against you when you can’t get one of them open.

“funny?” you break away from him, eyes trained on the way his lips are red and slick with spit. 

“you’re cute,” condescension lines his voice and a spark of anger runs through you at how he knows he has the upper hand. he gently takes your hands away from his clothes and makes quick work of them himself. in what feels like a split second, he’s stripped of his shirt and pants and he’s pulling down his boxers, revealing smooth planes of muscle and strong thighs and bulging arms that you’ve fantasized about for months. you don’t know if you want to cover them in bites or let him crush you with them more - there will be time for that, the next time. 

you know there’s going to be a next time if it’s already this good and he’s barely even done anything to you yet. 

he spreads your thighs apart further, and you don’t miss how he licks his lips at the view of your dripping cunt in front of him before he lines himself up at your entrance. you barely got a glimpse of his cock, but your mouth waters at the idea of it being inside of you. he glides his cock through your folds a few time, slicking himself up before pressing his head inside of you. 

when he bottoms out you can’t help but tighten your walls around him, helpless to the desires of your own body, and the groan he lets out makes you clench down even harder. 

“relax, pet,” he says, panting a bit. his thumb strokes at the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. “i’m going to take good care of you okay? but you need to relax for me.”

he leans down to kiss you again, and it must be a good enough distraction because he begins moving in time with the swipes of his tongue on your teeth. every time he rocks into you the air punches out of your lungs, you’re so full. he moves his face to the crook of your neck to hide his own labored breaths when he increases his pace, thrusting into you faster than you can keep up with. 

he’s pressing you into the desk with each movement of his hips, the sharp corner against your legs sending pricks of pain up to your head. the game is over, the research bit is done, now it’s just chris taking what he wants from you. you love it. his arms wrap around you, keeping you upright, and you latch onto him like a lifeline. you’re completely at his mercy, entirely submissive to the way he’s keeping you still so he can use you. 

you can tell he’s close when he pushes his head even further into your skin, fingers gripping your back and his movements becoming sharp and purposeful. he spills into you a second later with a bite to your neck, and you can’t help yourself from following him as your head tips back in pleasure. 

when he pulls out you wince, the emptiness that he’s left you with feeling worse than you’ve ever felt with anyone else. he lowers you onto the desk slowly, letting your head rest on his mousepad as he runs his hands up and down your sides in comforting sweeps. you’re utterly spent, two orgasms hitting your limit, even more intense coming from him. 

“one more,” he drawls out, not showing compassion at all for the way you’re panting and drooling onto his desk. “you can do one more for me, can’t you?”

“no, no, no,” your voice comes out thready and light, barely a sound. his hand returns to your core either way, slow circles of his fingers around your clit making your body twitch with each pass. the oversensitivity is too much, but you’re too weak to pull away from him. you don’t even know if you want to, anymore. 

“there’s my good girl,” he grins when you whine and rut down onto his hand. you didn’t know it was possible, but the coils in your lower belly start to tighten faster than before. you’re coming before you even realize it’s happening, pleasure seeping from your core to your fingertips, an all encompassing sensation that you can’t put words to. it lasts for what feels like forever, waves and waves of ecstasy rocking through your body until your vision blacks out for a moment. 

“you did so good,” he finally stops and you press your legs together to stop him from returning. he’s pressing kisses to your body, your thighs and your stomach up to your neck and cheeks as he mumbles praises into your skin. his hand runs through your hair, pushing the sweaty locks that were stuck to your forehead out of the way so he could press a final, sweet kiss to your forehead. “so good for me. so pretty, my precious pet.”

and even as he takes care of you, cleans you up and helps you back into your clothes and feeds you water, you’re holding back a smirk. because he thinks he has the upper hand, he thinks he won, but you can guarantee that he’ll be knocking at your door before the week is over.

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

E.G.OBLAST 5: E.G.OBUSTERS! {Darebuster - Blindbuster - Judgebuster - Nightbuster - Beakbuster - Screwbuster - Capobuster - Capotebuster}

So... This is a lot. A lot of E.G.OBLAST! >8}

I decided to go ahead and draw all of them out first before posting them all together. All of the Bossbusters, each with a LobCorp/Ruina E.G.O and Limbus E.G.O. In order: Life For a Daredevil Brawlbuster, Blind Obsession Brawlbuster, Justitia Tallbuster, Christmas Nightmare Tallbuster, Beak Smallbuster, Screwloose Wallop Smallbuster, Da Capo Maulbuster, and Capote Maulbuster.

If you want to read more about them, either go into the DA links or look under the cut. This post is already getting hugenormous with just the images alone rofl.

I hope you like it!

Brawlbuster

For his LobCorp/Ruina E.G.O, I gave him Life For a Daredevil (Crumbling Armor).

I originally wanted to give him Heaven (Burrowing Heaven) for his LobCorp/Ruina E.G.O because of his whole "all eyes on me" Pride thing, but somebody on Reddit suggested Life For a Daredevil and that makes more sense. I also learned that, yet again, I HATE DRAWING ARMOR >8{. The flames (and eye colors) are meant to resemble the flame colors of the Crumbling Armor's E.G.O gift, Courage (Inspired Bravery is blue, Reckless Foolishness 2 is orange, and Reckless Foolishness 3 is red).

So, E.G.O quotes (yes, the Awakening is a Red vs Blue reference >83) :

Awakening - Swish-swish-stab... Shing!

Corrosion - ...

For his Limbus E.G.O, I gave him Blind Obsession (Dream-Devouring Siltcurrent).

It was kind of a hard pick. My main two choices were either Blind Obsession or Fell Bullet due to both sharing big damage and Pride affinity (as Brawlbuster's Sin is listed as Pride), but he doesn't really fit for Der Fluchschütze's themes, so Blind Obsession it is. He's punching with fluorescent lamps, wearing his captain coat tied around his waist, and I turned his little weather vane hat into a pirate's tricorn, meant to resemble a classic pirate ship's bow with a figurehead of his own smiling face (because he Pride for a reason).

E.G.O quotes:

Awakening - Wassa' matter? Wanna go back to the kiddie pool?

Corrosion - GET. ON. MY. LEVEEEEELLLL!

Tallbuster

For his LobCorp/Ruina E.G.O, I chose Justitia (Judgement Bird).

They're both long, lanky motherfuckers lmao. And looking at the Judgement Bird's story where, after somebody brings up the possibility of its scales ever not tipping to one side or the other, it deliberately loads its scales to always tip to one side as to avoid that, brings to mind "Sloth". Not wanting to think/make hard choices feels rather "Slothful" to me (as Tallbuster's sin is listed as Sloth).

The outfit is technically me trying to "work backwards" from the design used in the Floor Realization of the Floor of Philosophy. The outfit/weapons used there, a messy mix of all of the Birds' E.G.Os, are all technically Twilight/Though the Dark Twilight, associated with Apocalypse Bird. So I had to decipher which parts of the Floor Realization outfit belonged to which bird lmao.

E.G.O quotes:

Awakening - Always the same... Heh, you already know how this'll go, right?

Corrosion - You're all sinners, aren't you?

For his Limbus E.G.O, I gave him Christmas Nightmare (Cozy Bed).

Not much to say about this particular pairing choice. Both are associated with the Sloth sin, and the Abno is the "monster under the bed" while Tallbuster can literally fall asleep if you idle at the start of the fight for long enough (which you can get an achievement for). Sleepy guy gets the bed... and turns into the bed (in this case, a sleeping bag) in the Corrosion's case.

Ishmael gets tentacles, Gregor gets "misc. bug parts", so I gave Tallbuster bomb fuses. Lit bomb fuses. Because his thing is throwing bombs at you, and he's bound to have a short fuse if you keep waking him up lmao.

E.G.O quotes:

Awakening - Quit with all that racket! Scarin' away a monster? What monster? You'll see a real monster if you won't. LET. ME. SLEEP!

Corrosion - Such inconsideration! How rude! Look at what you've done! Light, on-or-off, fire, cacophony, won't ever save you!

Smallbuster

I felt that Beak (Punishing Bird) would fit for her LobCorp/Ruina E.G.O.

Tiny creature capable of big fuckhuge violence. PB's LobCorp E.G.O weapon is also a gun. It was a given. Honestly also fits with Small's Envy Sin affinity, as it is often associated with retaliation (and in the case of the Middle, incredible overkill). Tiny creature, BIG damage.

Similarly to Justitia Tallbuster, I had to kind of "work backwards" from the Philosophy Floor Realization outfit. That outfit is primarily Justitia, so I kind of flew by the seat of my pants. And the big fucking meat-blood gun is entirely original lmao. Fires... think "Brimstone" from the Binding of Isaac, "blood laser barrage". The claws in the gun are based off of the Punishing Bird's hidden maw. I also gave the Corrosion's maw a mechanical tinge to fit with Small's technological lean.

E.G.O quotes:

Awakening - How about you pick on somebody your own size?

Corrosion - EVIL! PURE EVIL! PUNISHMENT FOR YOU! PUN-ISH-MENT!!!

Screwloose Wallop (Have You Become Strong) felt like a given for her Limbus E.G.O.

Both are associated with the Envy sin and compensating for perceived (physical) flaws with technology. Made her version a little mini walker mech with a spring-loaded (and key-wound) fist.

E.G.O quotes:

Awakening - Hmmm... Winding up... a big one! UUOOOOOAAAH!

Corrosion - Hah... Haaah... Don't wind me up too much, I'll pop your head clean off!

Maulbuster

I picked Da Capo (The Silent Orchestra) for her LobCorp/Ruina E.G.O.

Another given. They're both performers that attack you with their performances. The Silent Orchestra attacks with its sound and orchestration, while Maulbuster attacks you with her performers and swearing at you lmao. I wanted to keep her hat and horns, so I made them resemble a beamed pair of eighth notes making a visor.

E.G.O quotes (yes, the Awakening quote is a reference to... a specific Limbus Canto 7 song 83) :

Awakening - Follow my lead... One, two... One, two, three, four!

Corrosion - Come one, come all! WELCOME TO THE SYMPHONY OF THE END OF THE WORLD!

Finishing it off with her Limbus E.G.O, Capote (Brazen Bull).

It was a bit difficult to figure out what Limbus Abno to pair with her, trying to figure out something to work with her performance theming and Wrath sin, before I recalled the outfits used for the Capote E.G.O. The outfits are based off of matadores, the premiere performers of bullfighting, which is based around dealing with an enraged bull. The E.G.O is also Wrath-affinity. So, it fits.

I designed the Corrosion to align much more with the Brazen Bull itself compared to the Corrosions into it we've seen so far. To an extent, during her fight, she's playing the role of the bull to Anton's matador, deliberately trying to enrage her until she messes up and you can finally get a hit off on her. I also wanted to play around with the idea of "who is the audience really here for" as a bullfighting thing. Are they here for the matador or the bull itself?

E.G.O quotes:

Awakening - Look right here. Come on, right at me! Right here!

Corrosion - No! NO! I'M THE MAIN ATTRACTION, I'M THE REASON YOU'RE ALL HERE. NOT... NOT... AAAGGHHH!

[filmbyjy]

BLACK PANTHER NI-KI (2)

SUMMARY: ni-ki wasn’t acting the way you thought he would, he seemed more…cuddly? less mysterious. you never expected him to act this way but you kinda like this. he was adorable.

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a/n: ohohoho i know you guys missed this series. well, everyone was having a very overwhelming response to ni-ki’s one and i am so thankful for that. i really enjoy writing ni-ki’s one. he’s too cute and since the baby says he’s a puma then he is a puma but for this he is still a cool black panther. not a duck, even though he is one

on the previous episode of ‘Black Panther Ni-Ki’,

there is no way he turned into his human form. your mouth was wide opened.

“(name).” he says.

even his voice was deep. this is just the start of living together, how would you survive?

��� and now we continue…

“ni-ki, you’re-”

he shyly looks away, “the clothes is a bit small for me.”

”oh, we can go shopping for some clothes for you.” you quickly went to open the gate. “how about we go to the mall now before i bring you home?”

he shakes his head, black tail swishing downwards. which meant, he didn’t like the thought of it. “i want to go home, our home.”

you blushed. “s-sure.” you cleared your throat and start to walk a little. “let’s go.” ni-ki jogs slightly to catch up with you.

the other workers were in shock to see ni-ki in his human form. in fact, they were even more in shock to see him sticking so close to you.

“(name), is that who i think it is?” one of your co-workers say. ni-ki growled lowly, it scares your co-worker.

“yes, it is. I'm sorry he's acting this way. he's just a little hungry.” you made up an excuse, knowing it was almost his dinner time. your co-worker’s eyes widened, they knew how feisty ni-ki got when he didn’t get to eat on time.

“oh, go ahead. it’s bad if he doesn’t get to eat.” you nod at your co-worker’s words and excused yourself to clock out of your shift.

once that was done, you start to walk out of the shop and towards the direction of your home. ni-ki followed, there wasn’t any words exchanged between the both of you but yet, in a way it was comforting. you had made it to your apartment building, it wasn’t exactly the nicest place but it did the job for you since you were only 19.

“welcome to my home, it’s kinda small but i tried to make it cozy.” you had pointed to the bedroom, “that’s the only room i have and it’s my bedroom. umm, maybe we can last here for a bit until i get a promotion for my job. how about you can take my bed and i’ll sleep on the couch.”

ni-ki shakes his head, he clings onto you as his tail wraps around your calf. “let’s sleep in bed together. it’s lonely to sleep alone.” he buries his head at the crook of your neck and starts to rub his head against the spot. his black panther ears twitching a little as it touches the fabric of your shirt.

this was definitely shocking to you because you’ve never seen him act like this. small purrs were heard as he gets more comfortable with you. you had rubbed his back. “okay, we can share a bed together.” you had declared. however, you weren’t too sure if you could even survive being in the same bed as the big cat. he may be a cat but he is still part human, you’ve never done such intimate things with someone of the opposite gender.

“i’m hungry.” he says. he looks up at you and you had noticed his hair was a little messy due to rubbing against you. you had reached up and smoothen it out but he was still a little too tall. instead of having you tiptoe, he bent down slightly for you. he purrs slightly, shivering as you were smoothening out his hair.

“what do you want to eat?” you had asked. the boy sighs out of content, his eyes were shut.

“i’m okay with anything.”

you had stopped touching his hair and retracted your hand. he frowns a little, moving closer and hiding his face at the crook of your neck. “i don’t have much at home, mmm. how about jajangmyeon?”

he nods but doesn’t move. “ni-ki, I have to make food.”

he lets out a soft growl, slightly threatening but not enough to scare you. “can we cuddle? I dont feel like moving around too much.”

“cuddling is for mated couples though…” you whisper quietly but ni-ki seems to have heard. he huffs and doesn't move.

“then we can become a couple.” he states.

your eyes widened. “what?” ni-ki still doesn't move from the crook of your neck.

“i-i like you. ever since you had started work at the shelter. I had seen you and you looked pretty.” his black panther ears twitches.

“oh, ni-ki…that's too cute.” you had hold up at arms length to look at his face. he was blushing, couldn't even stare at you properly.

his black tail swishes from left to right, clearly showing how embarrassed he was. you had scratched one particular spot that ni-ki really loves and he starts purring. he didn’t shy away from it. his tail wrapping around your calf.

“we should eat first. let’s talk about this later, hmm?” you cooed as he his purring gets louder. he was enjoying the attention.

and so, you went to the kitchen to make jajangmyeon for the both of you. ni-ki looks at the food, his stomach growling as he smells the strong scent. his little tooth pokes out. “enjoy your food.” you say. ni-ki digs in and finishes it within minutes. he really enjoyed it. however, you had to remember. he was not a normal house cat, which meant he had to eat more.

“i need more food.” he huffs. alright. you really have to remind yourself that you had a big cat in the house. note to self: buy more food during grocery week.

”oh, i have some milk. maybe that might fill your hunger a little.” you poured him a glass and he happily drinks it. just like a hungry kitten. he wipes his mouth and looked super satisfied after drinking the glass of milk.

“can we cuddle now?” ni-ki says. his ears perked up and his black tail swishes.

“oh, umm. sure.” with that permission, ni-ki grabs your hand and pulls you to your bedroom. you could feel your face heat up.

you had laid in bed with him. it felt awkward because honestly, what were you supposed to do it in this situation? a cute hybrid boy, who confessed to you like an hour ago that he liked you and wanted to cuddle with you.

“did you remember when you first joined the team, everyone warned you about me?” ni-ki voices out.

you hummed, “i found their words very mean. i was sure you were misunderstood.”

“when i was first brought into this world. my mom, she didn’t understand anything as she was young herself. well, in cat years. she was young and afraid. she had nobody to care for her as she was a stray panther hybrid. people took advantage of her and she was too kind for this world. they ended up hurting her a lot and experimenting on her. her body couldn’t handle these experiments and she…she was gone. i was only a pup and so it scared me a lot.” ni-ki carefully tells you his story.

“they couldn’t experiment on me as i was still a baby so they just waited and waited until i grew older. i somehow managed to escape and some people found me before putting me in the adoption centre for hybrids. i closed myself off, i was afraid that the people that adopted me would hurt me. then, when you came…i had a sense that you wouldn’t hurt me. something about you was attracting me, it made me curious. which is why, i spent 2-3 years trying to gain trust on you to see if you’d be the best person to take care of me.”

ni-ki turns to face you, “i’m honestly scared that you might leave me. i don’t have anyone else.”

you had cupped his face and he leans into the touch, “don’t worry. i won’t leave you. i’ll be by your side. as your owner and…as your partner.” he closes his eyes in content. “i’ll accompany you to the trainings too. you need to get used to being a human and also be careful around everyone.”

“okay, i’ll go for those trainings as long as you’re there.”

“i will. you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

with that, ni-ki brings you close and he wraps his arms around you. he falls asleep and so do you. the both of you slept peacefully in each others arms, it was a safe space for the both of you and ni-ki wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[ratsummer]

Something I've been thinking about is cozy, fleecy ghoul hammocks... You know, like the ones for ferrets??

They're strung up in various parts of the abbey, like the library, sunny corridors, and the ghoul dens. All ghouls are welcome to use them: some are hanging high up in the rafters for nimble air ghouls, others are under skylights for quint ghouls to stargaze. Generally, water and earth ghouls are only tempted in by promises of cuddles from other types of ghouls, as they're more inclined to keeping their feet on the ground.

All this to say, I think Dew LOVES to be up in a hammock. He liked it fine when he was a water ghoul - he'd clamber up with Ifrit or Zephyr, rocking them gently by letting his tail drape over the side and swishing it about. But now that he's fire, he simply can't get enough hammock time.

His favorite hammock is in a quiet, south corridor, strung up high in front of two-story windows. It's not as lofted as the ones the air ghouls favor, but high enough that most of the larger ghouls don't bother with it - perfect for when he needs to hide away. This particular hammock is almost sleeping bag style, with soft, fleecy pockets he can tuck himself into. He's stashed a couple pillows and multiple soft blankets up there too, just for extra coziness.

When Phantom comes along, shy and touch-starved, Dew can't help but immediately introduce him to his favorite hammock. At first, he lets Phantom hide away there by himself when he needs some quiet time to adjust, or when he needs to feel wrapped up and safe with pack smell but he's a little too overstimulated for ghoul cuddles. But before long, Phantom is dragging Dew up for hammock cuddles almost daily.

Poor Swiss has on many occasions gone looking for his sweet little bug, hoping for a cuddle, only to discover he's been secreted away to Dew's hammock - soft purrs and tails poking out the only things giving them away from floor-level. He can't get in there with them: it's a little too awkward of an angle for him to get in without feeling like he's going to plummet to his untimely death, and it also can't support all three of them without ripping off the wall.

Once, Swiss was feeling particularly bummed that they were up there without him - he was feeling needy for his little ghouls, and they'd been up there for hours. Admittedly, he was feeling a little vindictive, so he climbed up the little access ladder to shake them around a bit and whine. Once he got up there though... Well, it was hard to snap a picture with the way his heart was melting, but it's now pinned up on the wall over his nest.

It was hard to see where one ghoul ended and the other began, the way they were pretzeled around each other, dead to the world. Dew was stretched and contorted so that more than half of his limbs stuck out over the sides of the hammock. His hair was loose, tangled up around his horns instead of neatly braided down his back, and his clothes were tangled and bunched up in a way that simply couldn't be comfortable.

Phantom was koalaed around Dew's middle, half underneath him, but somehow wormed around to have his head pressed dead-center on Dew's chest. Their sweet bug is happiest sleeping when he can have an ear pressed over someone's heart, the steady beat and purrs soothing him all the way through.

Dew doesn't really sweat much anymore unless he's actively running around wreaking havoc... but poor Phantom was drenched. He looked like a toddling kit gone down for a hard nap - his hairline was damp and shining, hair curling up where it wasn't plastered to his skin. His cheek was mushed hard against Dew's shirt - when he got up he'd have crease and wrinkle marks impressed on his face for hours. He also had his mouth hanging wide open, a puddle of drool steadily soaking into Dew's shirt.

Swiss couldn't help but purr and stare fondly at them for a few minutes. When Phantom's brow started to scrunch up like it does when he's having a nightmare, Swiss started gently, gently rocking the hammock to soothe him. Almost instantly, the little ghoul's face was smooth and peaceful once more, hands clutching at Dew's waist and squeezing him tighter as he snuggled down. Dew made little grunting sounds as he wiggled too, scooching and squirming until he got Phantom tucked up under his chin.

Accepting that he'd just have to wait until after dinner to get Dew and Phantom snuggles, Swiss sighed and skulked back toward the ghoul den. Maybe he could snatch up Rory for some little ghoul snugs...

Anyway... yeah... ghoul hammocks <3 <3 <3 Thoughts??

[starhvney]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟑 | 𝟏𝟔: 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

𝐂𝐖: um... more violence and mentions of traumatic injuries, cussing but like how offensive is that in comparison to the other stuff at this point

𝐀/𝐍: oh snap it’s going down (intense traumatic experiences)

𝐖𝐂: 4,600+

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑: the one, the onlyyyy @arienic !!! *blows airhorn*

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒

laughter carries through the air, the mix of everyone’s joyous voices in the room warming your chest the same way your hot chocolate warmed your hands. you settle back into the ro'meaves’ couch, the worn-in material allowing you to sink into the cushions where you were lodged between lucinda and dante. 

“okay!” aphmau squeals, clapping her hands excitedly in the center of the room. “it’s time to exchange the secret santa gifts!”

you’re perfectly content where you sit, though, with a soft smile on your face as you glance around the room. everyone was bundled up in their sweaters and cozy pajamas, excitedly getting up to give and receive their gifts and giggling as they bumped into each other. oh, you suppose you should get up when lucinda’s hand grasps onto your arm to help you along with her, the mature scent of her perfume wafting along your face and the tinkling of her bracelets pleasantly gracing your ears.

“c’mon, sweetie. you can’t fall asleep now,” she coos playfully.

“i wasn’t! just enjoying the moment,” you defend, only earning a teasing look from her in response before she prances off with an amused huff.

you shake your head, chuckling quietly to yourself as you pick up vylad’s gift, shuffling around the crowd and earning a hair ruffle from dante and a nose pinch from teony as you go, the two of them being the touchiest of your friends as always. not that you minded—coming from anyone in this room. you kind of enjoyed that you were close enough to them for them to want to casually reach out to you in a sudden burst of affection. it was cute.

vylad immediately turns to look down at you with a dimpled grin as you hold out your gift, giving you a grateful nod. “hey! merry christmas.”

“merry christmas,” you return, shuffling on your feet as he starts to open his gift, starting to feel a bit nervous if he’d like it.

his face lights up as he opens the box, mouth cracking open in surprise as he reaches in, pulling out the 35mm camera film bundle you got. “woah, there’s so much! and a calligraphy set too?”

“yeah… sorry i didn’t get as much film because it can get kind of expensive… but i thought i’d get you something you’d use the most.”

“no, no, don’t apologize. this is perfect!” he insists, his voice full of genuine thankfulness. “how did you even know i liked all of this? or what kind of camera i had?”

“i totally interrogated your mom about what kind of camera you had. shout out to zianna,” you laugh. “i remember you talking about liking photography and how you liked to write, so…”

“wow. i’m not secretive but i didn’t realize i was that easy to read,” he muses, wrapping an arm around your shoulder for a hug. “you really put a lot of thought and effort into this, i can tell. this is so awesome.”

“aw, i’m really glad you liked it.” you sheepishly return the hug before stepping back again.

“i more than like it, i love it. thanks!”

a gentle tap on your shoulder diverts your attention from the heartfelt scene you were in. nana gives you a sweet smile when you turn to her, her eyes forming into crescents as she presents a rather large pink gift bag with a cute snowman on it.

“hi! i was your secret santa,” she giggles as if it weren’t obvious.

“oh! thank you, nana.” you smile, taking the bag from her as she bounces expectantly on her toes.

“go ahead and open it!” she ushers, tail swishing behind her, the tiny jingle bell on the bow she used to decorate it tinkling.

you laugh lightly as you appease her demands, pulling out the tissue paper to reveal quite an array of gifts.

“so, i remember you mentioning you thought the cookie cutters i had were super cute when we were making those sweets for everyone… so i got you some! and—and those are some earrings that reminded me of you, and—oh! that’s a blanket with kitties on it,” she rambles, pointing out each thing with a shimmer in her eyes. “that’s a cute journal i got for you because we had talked about how you wanted to start writing down your favorite memories so you never forgot them. remember?”

“wow, nana. you didn’t have to get all this for me…” you murmur, mouth agape as you admire the hardcover journal in your favorite color, its pages glinting gold around the edge.

“of course i did! you were one of the first people to actually care about me and try to become my friend at the school.” she rocks on her heels, hands folding behind her back. “you mean a lot to me, so i wanted your gift to be special.”

pulling in a big breath, you swallow thickly, overwhelmed by the affection poured onto you. your friends’ laughter buzzes in your ears as you reel in the moment, eyes wide. “thank you, so much… you mean a lot to me, too.”

“but, um…” she murmurs your name, face turning gravely serious. “i have to tell you something.”

strange. this isn’t how you remember this going.

“if you want to come back to us, you have to wake up.”

“…what?”

“wake up.”

a sharp inhale through your lungs pulls a veil of darkness over your eyes, replaced by a gray ceiling. there’s no warm laughter, no welcoming fireplace; just the cold, damp room you’ve been forced into for who knows how long now. your fingers dance across the thin sheets, chasing after the ghost of warm hands encasing yours, only to be met with the scratchy material irritating your skin.

your neck hurts; externally as you reach up to feel a crusted-over bandage, and internally as a lump forms inside. vision blurs and fingers tremble as a pathetic sob wracks your chest, the choked noise of pain echoing in the empty room. turning on your side, you gasp for air, your breaths tight and panicked. you can move again, you realize, but when you attempt to sit up and stand your body gives out on you and sends you sprawling onto the hard tile floor. using what little strength you have, you use your arms to drag yourself to the bars of your cell, grasping the bars and resting your cheek on the rusted metal.

tears pour down your face while your chest heaves unevenly, soaking into the gauze on your neck and staining your dirtied clothes. weakly, you lift your hand again, realizing through your hazy eyes how thin and pale you’d gotten. you’d been fully drained, your body pulling whatever it could from your muscles and bones just to keep your heart beating. more cries leave your lips as you reach up to your neck once again, tugging at its tight constraints with an angry cry. as it loosens with an uncomfortable crack from your skin a wave of fear washes over you, freezing you in place.

what if your head fell?

short breaths are sucked in through your mouth as you try not to move, slowly loosening the bandages again until they finally give free, unraveling onto your lap. you stay still for a few moments, staring at the dark red below you, before reaching up to feel where the blade had been lined against your neck. there it is: an indent, perfectly horizontal, reaching across where your jugular was.

she must not have completely beheaded you. if she did, would you not have woken up?

a feeling of utter hopelessness creeps into your veins starting from your hands and feet until it spills out in the form of more tears, a piteous weep leaving your lips. none of this makes sense to you. not the pain… not anything she said about your parents… or the man… or men behind it…? she mentioned two, didn’t she? no, no that’s not what she said…

not what she said about…

not what she said…

no.

what exactly did she tell you?

why can’t you remember it?!

there was something important! information you had to keep if you got out of here! what is it?!

“what happened…” you hiccup, lungs catching and stopping, breaths hiccuping. “what did you…”

your fingers dig into the metal, pressing uncomfortably into your bones as you manage some strength in your lungs and scream at him, “what did you do to me?!”

the muscles in your throat strain in protest, cracking your words as they echo in the empty corridor. raspy coughs leave your throat as your remaining strength gives out and you go limp where you sit. it’s a few minutes like this—maybe even an hour—before quiet footsteps slowly make their way toward your cell. you don’t bother looking up, only acknowledging who it is when someone kneels down by the door. black jeans, a dark blue shirt… it matches his hair.

he watches you from the side of his eye as he sets down a tray, sliding it under the door. when he moves to get up again, he hesitates, as if there's something he needs to say.

“please kill me,” you rasp, making him jump as he whips his head over to you, his eyes darting down to your fingers where they grasp onto his wrist. “just kill me. i can’t do it again.”

he gives you a look, eyes widening and lip curling. you can’t tell what it is. pity? disgust?

this is the first time you've really looked at him up close. a few scars litter his skin, his steel gray eyes startlingly harsh through his dark lashes. his nostrils flare as he pulls away from your touch, standing and backing away as he looks down on your miserable slumped form.

“i can’t,” he mutters. “but… i wouldn’t bite into your food too hard.”

you stare up at him, confusion muddling your features.

“and wait until dusk. that’s two hours from now.”

he turns on his heel and stalks away, glancing back at you once more over his back before quickly running back up the wooden staircase, leaving you alone as fast as he had appeared.

don’t bite into your food too hard.

the tray is by your feet, nothing but a pile of mush on it. you’re not sure what kind of food it’s supposed to be, but it most definitely wasn’t crunchy or solid. shakily, you reach out to the tray and pull it into your lap, hesitantly hovering your fingers over it.

what are you doing…

wriggling your fingers down into the semi-warm substance, they soon meet the cold center where a metal object is buried inside. your eyebrows pinch together when you pull it out, shaking the food away to reveal a… key. did he just…?

he gave you the key to the cell. he’s helping you escape.

two hours from now.

“thank you,” you whisper to the void, even if you know the boy is long gone.

would he be punished for this? a part of you worries for him, but the selfish want for self-preservation has those thoughts pushed to the back of your mind, replaced by the memory of warm arms around your shoulders. you had to get back. this wasn’t the end. you didn’t have to die here. a joyful weep wobbles from your lips, as you begin to count the seconds. how many are in two hours?

one mississippi… two mississippi…three…

eight hundred and thirty-three…

five thousand six hundred and twenty-seven…

seven thousand two hundred.

you had eaten the plate of food to the best of your abilities, despite its bland taste and rather disgusting texture. it was like southern grits, but if it were slimy and void of any good flavor. still, you stomached it, and it at least gave you the strength to stand up on your legs without falling. your breathing was labored from the effort, but you had to do this, and you had to do it now.

nimbly sliding your fingers through the door’s bars, you fix the key into the lock and twist, a satisfying click meeting your ears as the door gives way to your weight leaning on it. it squeaks in the silent hallway, and for a moment you stand completely still as it swings all the way open. 

you were free.

run. run run run run run run!

you take off towards the wooden stairs, careful to keep on your tiptoes, sliding your feet across the stone to make less noise as you go. slowing down at the wooden stairs, you’re careful to make a minimal amount of creaks as you ascend them, holding your breath as you listen closely to the floor above. there’s no talking, no shuffling or movement. did they go somewhere else?

at the top of the stairs, there's a wooden door. quiet prayers for it to be unlocked leave your lips as you approach it, and you have to stop yourself from letting out a cry of relief when it is, opening up to a dimly lit, huge room. 

you were in a log cabin, though a mansion seems more suitable as a title. tall windows span up to the ceiling on one wall, overlooking a familiar scene of a forest. plush couches and red carpets littered the large space, setting up what was an over-the-top lounge room.

tentatively, you walk out from the doorway, looking up to realize it was somewhat hidden behind a staircase. the place seemed empty, but you sure weren’t going to stick around to find out. the only thing you can hear is your uneven breaths as you make your way to two large red doors, hands shaking as you push the heavy wood open. the sound of crickets beginning to chirp and fresh air enveloping your face is overwhelming, making your shaky steps stutter in place as you stare out at the tall trees ahead.

looking around, the coast is still clear. was what ein told you a red herring? this seemed too easy. running out to the empty driveway, you step beyond the pavement toward a nearby cliffside, looking over the forest beyond. there was nothing else in sight for miles, except for…

a tall lookout tower in the distance.

your face blanches, and the small amount of nutrients you had in your stomach comes rushing back up your throat in an instant. they were that close to you the whole time.

sputtered coughs leave your lips as you lean forward, hands resting on your knees while black spots your vision. what if they were just letting you go now? have you never been in control this whole time? not since the moment you moved? since the moment you were born? is there any point in escaping this?

there’s no time to delay anymore though, not when you’re taking off again towards the driveway, cutting into the treeline where you’re sure the road led off to. your lungs burn as they try to keep up with your legs, your throat barely taking in enough oxygen for you to stay conscious. you feel like you’re out of your body, merely spectating a memory as you weave through trees. your face feels cold and numb, and you vaguely feel the pain of your bare feet getting scraped and stabbed by the forest floor. black is beginning to spot your vision and the next moment your toe catches on a root, sending you tumbling down a steep hill with a sudden cry.

rolling to a stop, you gasp for air, yet none comes as panic continues to riddle your lungs.

“...you mean a lot to me…”

it feels like warm hands are lifting you, urging you to keep going, and as you stumble forward you realize you’ve made it to the road. warm asphalt meets your feet as you continue to try and catch your breath. the sun had set by now, disorienting any sense of direction you may have had in the first place.

as soon as your vision clears, you’re blinded by headlights and the screeching of rubber against the road—

you're sent flying, your hands painfully scraping as you land on your back. it feels like you’re dying, lungs on the verge of collapsing. even if it was your captors, you don’t think you could run or even crawl away, the stars in the sky beginning to spin and melt above you and the noise of the world around you turning into warbled echoes.

“oh my… is that… missing… girl that… gene… with.” a woman appears above you. you can’t make out her features. “holy shit… logan! call… help! …hospital…!”

“help,” you gasp. in a last attempt at freedom, you grasp onto her shirt.

“shh… you’re… okay, hun… safe…”

a tall man looming over the both of you is the last thing you see. strong arms lift you from the jagged ground; the bitter, metallic scent of your blood is the last thing you sense before the terrifying freedom of darkness overtakes you.

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over a week. it’s almost been two.

garroth stares blankly at the empty fireplace, stuck in the same position he’d sat in hours ago. he chews at the inside of his cheek again, wincing when he draws blood this time. 

there's no telling where you are now or what’s happened to you. and it's all his fault. if he’d just walked with you down the sidewalk. it was two houses down. only two. that careless decision took you from him and everyone else who cared about you.

when you come back… if you do… he wouldn’t blame you if you hated him. if you never wanted to talk to him again, or even look at him. he deserved your resentfulness. he wouldn’t even mind it if it just meant you were back safe.

“hello?” zianna’s voice carries from the kitchen, her tone indicating she’d picked up a phone call. 

vylad shifts from where he sat on the other side of the couch, turning down the volume of the tv that had been playing mindless background noise to his and garroth’s thoughts. his head turns to better hear their mother’s voice, only to flinch when the shattering of porcelain on the floor and a sharp gasp from the woman breaks the silence.

“where is she?”

garroth swallows, eyes widening before shooting up from his spot, sprinting into the kitchen and nearly crashing into the counter. he's gripping onto the marble top as he stares down his mom—the woman leaning back into the corner with a face void of color. her sweet, green eyes are glossy with tears, hand reaching out to zane whose eye flicks between her and the shattered plate in concern. for once, he looks to his two brothers without malice or annoyance, instead holding zianna’s hand with care as he leans in to overhear the other end of the line.

“and she’s okay?” she whimpers, shaking her head as she looks around, attempting to move. “where? where?”

garroth sucks in air, only just realizing he’d been holding his breath before rushing to his mom, lifting her over the shards threatening to slice her bare feet. she dashes over to snatch her keys up from the hallway table, sliding her feet into some sandals by the door—before stopping in the doorway, and turning to face her sons once again.

“i’m headed there now.”

as soon as the phone is pulled away from her face, questions hastily tumble from their mouths.

“she?”

“did they find her?”

“where are you going?”

she covers her mouth, pulling in a deep breath in an attempt to pull herself together in front of the kids. they were only kids. she was only a kid.

“yes—she—” she clears her throat, wiping at her bare face. “they found her. she’s in a hospital an hour from here. i’m headed there now—”

“i’m going!” garroth interrupts, startling the woman and making her jump in place.

“yes… all of you can come. i’m not even—” she waves them forward, pausing by the mirror and beginning to fix her hair—before shaking her head, footsteps quick as she goes off to the garage door. “just get in the car, boys. i need to call garte…”

all three of the boys follow, the youngest boy pulling out his phone and sending off a text as they scramble for their seats in the suv. zianna’s hands tremble as she starts the key in the ignition.

vylad: they found her.

laurance: wait what?

katelyn: please don’t tell me you’re lying

lucinda: is she okay?

travis: where???

nicole: which hospital???????

dante: are you serious? did they find her just now?

aphmau: she’s at nahakra hospital

teony: can we see her?

laurance: i don’t care i’m going anyway

nana: i’m crying please tell me she’s okay

aphmau: i don’t know there’s no details yet

katelyn: i’m going too

aphmau sent a location.

“mom.” zane’s voice cuts across the near-silent car. “it’s night. you’re driving crazy.”

zianna clears her throat as she slows down, and when garroth glances over she quickly wipes her face again, shaking her head. “i’m sorry boys, i’m just—oh, that poor baby. please, please let her be okay.”

the drive there is a long one, both having stretched on for far too long and blurring together in garroth’s memory as they now sit in the small hospital’s lobby.

“we can’t go see her at all?” sylvanna presses. the poor receptionist who they'd been badgering for the past hour shifts in her seat.

“i’m sorry, ma'am. all i can tell you is that she is alive and stable. but i can’t give you details or let you through unless you’re family.”

“she is family.”

“...i’m sorry. please understand i can’t do anything more until a doctor gives the clear. you can take a seat and have some refreshments until then.”

katelyn sighs, shifting as she glances at the analog clock above her. nana and aphmau let their heads bobble against her shoulders as she moves, hands clutched onto each other, exchanging words of worry that didn’t leave their lips.

12:40 am.

“no, man. they’re not even letting us see her,” laurance mutters into the phone, sighing tensely. “yeah, just come tomorrow if you want… yeah, i’ll text. yeah. bye.”

“was that dante?” aphmau shifts her head, voice quiet.

“yeah. his mom won’t drive him this late and he was trying to get… gene to come back from out of town to get him here.” his lips sour at the name, but he seems too tired to dwell on his own reservations. “...i think teony and lucinda won’t be coming until tomorrow, too.”

“makes sense…” nana rubs her swollen eyes, her nose still red. “the only reason i could come is 'cause aphmau picked me up.”

travis is uncharacteristically quiet, eyes round and knees hugged to his chest as he stares at the adults in the room.

following travis' line of sight, garroth glances over at the receptionist's desk. even his dad was here… his arm wrapped around zianna’s hunched shoulders as they exchanged hushed whispers with travis’s dad and… two people he’d never met before. aphmau had said something about aaron’s parents earlier, seeming confused herself, but why would they be here? or travis’s dad, for that matter… and what could the group of them possibly have so much to talk about so secretly and with such intensity?

“...fuck this. i’m finding something out,” he mutters, earning a questioning look from laurance as he stands from his seat, slowly making his way to the stairway and slipping through the door, thankful for sylvanna’s distraction to the staff.

they mentioned that you're in a room on the third floor. his feet skip every other step as he huffs his way up the flights, stopping at the thin window and glancing inside with narrowed eyes. the coast is clear, so, after catching his breath, he pushes through the door, glancing around the hall. he can hear distant chatter around the corner, and recognizes the familiar cadence of your mom’s voice. a pang of guilt and shame runs through him, his eyes dropping to the tiled floor as he moves closer, listening to her despaired, hitched breaths.

“...yes ma’am. torn ligaments in her feet, a fractured wrist, pretty deep fissures on her whole body… it’s all healed. the stitches pushed out of her skin. i really have no way to explain this except for an ancient magic that hasn’t been used by anyone for a long time. this kind of practice would be…” the doctor clears his throat, pausing. “ah, but… aside from her external injuries, our biggest issue is what came back on her brain scan… and her blood results.”

“what is it?” a gruff voice urges.

“she had large amounts of midazolam in her system. it’s a sedative that can cause some serious issues with hallucinations and memory recollection if abused. judging by the scan, it seems like she had a pretty consistent flow of it, but there’s also not enough information to tell how much she's been affected by it, and how much damage it's done.”

garroth’s mouth curls, hand coming to cover his face as the blood drains from his face.

“and…” the doctor seems to be choosing his words carefully, voice gentle. “there's more. not only was she given large amounts of midazolam, but her brain shows signs that we would see in a person who went through something highly traumatizing. it’s likely she will suffer from dissociative amnesia among other ptsd symptoms. i can’t tell you how she will react when she wakes up, as it varies among each patient… but she will require a lot of psychiatric help. i don’t mean to make this worse, but this is the worst case i’ve ever seen.”

bile rises up garroth’s throat, and he’s forced to swallow as he slides down the sterile, white wall of the hospital hall. another choked weep leaves your mother’s lips, but not before the doctor speaks up again.

“but also…” he hesitates. “while her other injuries mysteriously have been healed, she has strange scarring on the upper half of her arms and legs, as well as a scar along her neck. they’re very precise. it's a quality that, in my personal opinion, one would expect from an experienced doctor… and when she arrived, the outfit she was wearing was a patient’s two-piece with the number three on it. we don’t have much other information as of yet.”

“oh god… this is all our… fault…” your mother incoherently babbles. “my baby… what have i done to you…”

“ma’am…?” the doctor sounds uncomfortable, confused. “i don’t…”

“please just leave us be for a moment.” your dad’s voice cracks.

a quick tap on garroth’s shoulder has the boy jumping out of his skin, whipping his head up to see the scolding face of a nurse peering down at him.

“young man… you know you aren’t supposed to be here,” she says, voice firm but eyes at the very least understanding as she keeps her voice at a whisper. “go back to the waiting room. you’ll get to see her eventually. okay?”

garroth swipes a hand over the back of his neck, the cold sweat making him shiver as he stands. his eyes are glassed over as he nods, stumbling back to the stairwell without another word.

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Negan stopped in his tracks as a sharp swish cut the air in front of him. He looked down at a knife stuck in the soil just off the toe of his left boot. But instead of reaching for his own weapon he smiled and waited just a moment...

You landed on your feet in front of him with a soft sound, dropping down from above, and quickly retrieved your knife from the ground, giving him a stern look. He only smiled more widely.

"What are you doing here, idiot?" you asked lazily, your voice flinty. "Didn't I tell you specifically not to come back here again?" You stowed your knife in the sheath on your thigh.

Negan only let out a low laugh. "I like the whole 'serial killer in the woods' vibe you've got going on now, doll. It really suits you," he quipped.

You crossed your arms. "What are you doing here, Negan?"

He slipped his hands into his pockets and shrugged. "Did you really expect me to listen when you told me not to come back? Come on. I thought you knew me at least a little bit by now."

"I hate to admit it, but that's a fair argument. You still haven't told me why."

"Ah, come on. You were the most interesting thing about that place. Now that you left, what the hell am I doing hanging around there?"

You ignored his flirtation and fiddled with your gear. "Is everyone back home okay? Jude? RJ?"

Negan nodded. "As okay as they can be having two parents that aren't around anymore... But hey—kids are resilient."

A silence stretched for a moment before Negan broke it, his hazel eyes drinking in the sight of you and your wild hair and steely gaze. "Well, I know this shit is routine for you but I've been hiking in here all day, and I'm fucking famished so what do you say to a dinner date?"

Your eyes narrowed. "If by 'dinner date' you mean eating food in the same general vicinity... fine. It's going to be dark soon anyway. No way you're making it back to Alexandria tonight. You'll have to stay until morning."

"Fuck me, I did time this perfectly. I made sure to walk real slow," he joked. "Please tell me it's a one room cabin with just the one bed!" He held up his crossed fingers and grinned at you.

You couldn't completely suppress the half-smile... "Yeah, there's just the one bed; mine. You can take the couch or the floor. Your choice."

"You're really gonna do that to me, dollface? Come on, I risked myself out here all day—"

"—after you ignored me when I told you never to come back!"

"Well, yeah, but—as I said before, I can't be expected to listen to that shit!" he shot back, falling into step beside you. "I guess I'll just have to hope for a freak snowstorm so we need to cozy up to conserve body heat." And there it was again, that damn half-smile that made him weak at the knees.

"In August?" you asked, amused.

"A man can dream," he said.

You rolled your eyes at him, but the smile was still on your face. "Keep dreaming. But I'll at least feed you a meal."

"Dinner date, you mean," he corrected you.

"Sure. Whatever you say, Negan." "That's better. Let's keep that going."

Prompt: "I like the whole 'serial killer in the woods' vibe you've got going on now. It really suits you."

[justalittleficsideblog]

Your fics of the obey me boys protecting mc from a creep are so amazing!!

If it's okay, could you write a similar one for Barb and Sol please?<3

anon I see you’ve been sitting in my inbox for a millennia, but I feel like I’ve finally now can write this fic! Barbatos in my mind is a bit unhinged, so like TW for those undertones! This went on longer than I intended, I hope you enjoy !

Barbatos

I could see this happening in the later hours of a ball that his king decided to host, caught unawares with a human he decided to invite had inevitably gotten lost in his crowd.

Considering that your usual guard dogs were preoccupied with their official business, Barbatos took it upon himself to keep a keen eye on you as you made your introductions.

Some of the demons lingered longer than necessary, but the majority quickly moved on due to the presence of the brothers all together somewhere in the room. Despite that, one particular demon cozied up to you a bit more than he found himself caring for.

“That’s very flattering thank you, but I think I’ve had plenty this evening,” you waved your hand towards the demon, gesturing politely in refusal of his offer to a drink.

You weren’t stupid, taking drinks from strangers in the human world was hardly safe, the devildom was no exception.

The demons mouth curved down slightly on the side, but he quickly recovered as he sauntered closer to you. Your back now against the pillar, your eyes scanned the crowd for an escape.

“Those brothers must be boring such a thing like you.” An elongated finger dragged lazily along your temple as he pushed a stray hair out of your face.

“The brothers are wonderful, now if you’d excuse me—“ you grimaced as the demon side stepped your attempt to skirt around him. Now pushed farther back, your irritation was plain across your face.

“C’mon. Hear me out here—“

“I do believe the lady has kindly rejected you multiple times.”

The snarl startled you, a familiar back facing you as Barbatos stepped in between you and the demon. He held a serving tray in his arm, the other arm was across his chest as he politely angled his body towards the male in front of him.

His tail gently urged you to his left, its length curling protectively around your frame.

The formerly mentioned demon scoffed, clearly irritated about the kings servent interrupting him.

“Listen Barbatos,” the demon grabbed a wad of somthing from his lined pocket, placing it discreetly in his hand. “Look the other way with the kings pet, and keep this between us.”

The chill that descended the ballroom was near paralyzing.

You didn’t dare breathe.

“Out of respect for Diavolo,” Barbatos spat, rising to his full height, his back shifting into a lethal calm. “I will not cause a scene because of this disgusting conversation. You must be unwell, considering your intellect is so skewed that you believed I could be bought out for such an act.”

The demon tensed, his foot sliding back slightly.

You’d never seen Barbatos so eerily calm. He could be unnerving in his role, but the aura he was giving off was that of a predator.

“Lord Diavolo will see to you later,” a swish of his wrist and the demon was transported instantly.

The rush and noise of the crowd and music came back immediately, and Barbatos turned to face you, bowing deeply.

“Are you harmed?”

“Uh… no. No not at all, thank you Barbatos.” Your hand reached out to take his out and make him rise.

You were at a loss for words, the lethality you had felt from him was gone, replaced with a relaxed atmosphere.

This guy gave you whiplash.

Extending his arm, he offered, “Come. Let’s get some fresh air.”

All you could do was nod.

Solomon

Honestly, the reason that you hadn’t encountered any suspicious demons was because this wizard watched you very closely. When he determined the brothers were around, he tended to let off.

But, anytime you were without one of them and he was around, he tended to ward off many a demon (he may had cast a sort of mirage around you if any ill-intended demons looked to long).

Deciding to have a bit of fun without the brothers, you had begged him to check out a new club scene that had opened up. All the students were talking about it! I’ll go anyway even if you aren’t with me!

Leaving you unprotected wasn’t an option, but he decided to play coy and tag along.

Solomon immediately disliked the air of the nightclub. The thick haze and skewed magic surrounding it instantly made him on edge. Seeing you so excited to be there, seeking out some friends from class, made him bite his tongue.

The crowd itself made him uneasy, some demons lingering looks made him grind his teeth as he steered you towards a booth to get a break.

“This place is kind of… dense.” He ground out.

“I think this’ll be fun! Oh! Let me go to the bathroom quick, one of the girls from our sorcery course needs some help fixing her look.”

You skirted off quickly. Solomon reassured himself it was fine, you had a trace of his magic he could track. He reached out to feel the tug, only—

There was nothing there.

————-

Having fixed up your friends hair, you made your way back to Solomon. Unfortunately you were intercepted, a large demon glancing down at you with wide eyes.

“So you’re the human they’ve been talking about.”

You attempted to move around him, huffing when the press of bodies halted you from doing so.

This demon was clearly intoxicated, his uneven gate and slight sway told you that much.

A grip on your arm made you flinch, moving quickly to detach the large hand from your bicep.

“Let me go, man.”

The demon flung his arms up in surrender. “Are you here by yourself? You know, this place is full of creatures that would—“

“I’m with my friends, now if you’ll excuse me.” You shouldered your way past him, ignoring his intimidating height. You looked around for the booth that Solomon and you were at previously.

Your heart thundered, where the hell was it?

“Are you a bit lost?” A grin split across his face as he leaned down, the smell of demonous reaching your nostrils. “I could help you find your friends…”

The look in his eyes told you something entirely different. Panic began to work its way up your chest and the noise and flickering lights made it hard to see against the crowd.

Suddenly, a heavy arm wrapped around your shoulders. Jolting from the contact, you looked up to see Solomon, staring down the demon in front of you.

“I do hope that you weren’t giving my human any trouble here.”

Realizing who was in front of him, the demon blanched, leaning back into a few others that were crowded behind him.

“N-not at all man, just trying to help them out is all.” He waved his claws in front of his face, eager to turn and part the crowd as he made his exit.

Satisfied, Solomon looked to you.

“What happened to that bracelet you always wear?”

Furrowing your brows you spoke. “What are you talking about? It’s right here—“

You grabbed your empty wrist in alarm. Shit! You must’ve undone it when you were helping your friend.

“It’s probably in the bathroom, here, let me go grab it quick!”

Solomon grabbed your shoulder and spun you in close to him.

“Forget the bracelet.”

“But that was a gift! I’m sure it was expensive.”

You saw his jaw tick. “I’ll get you another, you’re not leaving my sight after that.”

Clasping your hand in his, he made his way to the exit.

“How do you feel about takeout?”

A smile burst across your face.

“As long as you’re the one paying.”

Solomon laughed, grasping your hand a bit tighter.

[catiuskaa]

influence and influenza.

sum. alas, one should note the difference between influence and influenza, even if one can ultimately end up with both.

wc: +1k? (not proofread, oops)

cw: fluff! lowercase, mentions of mild sickness (a cold), social anxiety.

req! by 🍓anon here. I LOVED THIS SO SO MUCHH you gave me seung brainrot and i thank you for it bubs.

[♦️☆ 🗳️ ☆♦️]

a sneeze.

it’s high pitched and nothing comes out of it, as yucky as the sentence may sound at first —and at second, too— but nevermind it, seungmin blinks at you when the only thing you do is stare blankly at the floor. he could vaguely hear someone say ‘bless you’, but neither you or him made any sort of reaction.

and its cartoonish the way he looks around before taking your hand and settling into the pocket of his jacket.

seungmin isn’t overly affectionate. he isn’t the type to proclaim loud and dramatic love confessions. he wasn’t cut out for love stories either: no cozy bookstores, no spring confessions under cherry blossom leaves that fall ever-so-slightly nor bestseller romances that could involve any sort of dramatic, sexy stares in parties. heck, you weren’t sure he even liked parties to begin with.

but you did. you loved all of that.

“maybe it’s the influence of you.”

you had stared at felix like he had grown a second head without the need to cut off his first one.

“the what,” you had blinked.

and felix, the everlasting sunshine he was, shining even through his phone and reaching to you by pixels and shitty wifi, rolled his eyes.

“he likes you, doesn’t he? he spends time with you. surely he’s gonna catch something.”

warmth. soft.

your hand. you blink again, and you look at where his sleeve dissapears into his jacket, and now your arm follows, and you blink again. he’s touching your hand. maybe he catched it.

“hey,” seungmin mumbles softly.

your stare focuses on him after a second.

have you always been there? you want to ask, but you don’t. suddenly, there’s no air, but if you think about it, you don’t remember the last time you breathed, as weird as the thought sounds.

“too much?”

and you just blink. twice. a no-conversation, where by a little gesture, seungmin enchants your heart and squeezes your hand, stone-faced as he moves through the people in a way that to you seemed like he could move oceans and rivers with ease.

he’s your rock. scratch that, because even better: he’s seungmin. your seungmin. a word from his lips had already let you breathe more than the sad excuse of oxygen that allegedly remained in the air.

and in a brisk walk, a gentle swish of his hand as so not to worry chan, you both get out of the crowded party —so crowded that its purpose or motive had been lost to you, really— and alas, you reach somewhere less crowded.

the porch seems cold in the midst of october, and the stark contrast from inside allows the winter sheepishly kiss your cheeks, making both of your faces blush.

with now cold air around and no sweaty bodies to suffocate it from you, you breathe, surprised to see how trembling it comes out.

hold your peace. breathe. hold your peace.

seungmin lifts your chin.

“don’t look at the floor.” his voice is soft, dulled by his scarf. huh. he wasn’t wearing that before. “i want your eyes on me, pretty.” he smiles softly, allowing you to see it when he takes his scarf off and settles it around you tenderly.

breathe. breathe. hold your peace.

he clicks his tongue, noticing how you start shivering. you realize it only after he zips down his jacket and surrounds your body with it. he should have taken both of your coats. and maybe, a part of him wants to say sorry because of how badly he thinks he’s doing in an attempt to help you, he stops himself when your arms slither around his back and hug him tightly.

“hold your peace. breathe.”

and that was supposed to be an inside thought, but you don’t realize it. only after he pecks the top of your head.

“don’t hold your peace.” seungmin sighs, hugging you tightly. “start a riot, pretty.” he mumbles. “it’s ok. i’m here, my love.”

and somehow, that clicks. your body stops feeling so tense. the air passes down your throat and into your lungs, no strange pressure on your chest, no awkward lump in your throat, no nothing. for a second it all clicks like pieces of a puzzle.

your cheeks feel cold suddenly. and you hug him and cry.

sure, in seungmin’s eyes, he was no romancer. he was pretty sure he sucked at flirting, he had no discernable personality aside from the fact that he had some snarky comments up his sleeve, and he was lucky to have found you, let alone be able to hold you so close and dearly.

taking you back home, undressing you, tackling you to bed and curling your legs together under the warm skin-to-skin touch, cuddling in a way that it feels like neither of you could let go as you scratch his head and he lets his fingers roam through your back, connecting old scars and forming constellations that couldn’t compare to the one’s that were reflected in his eyes when he looked at you before pecking your lips. once. twice. a sigh, and then another one… or staying at the party… was a choice so, so, so fucking easy he didn’t even bothered to go look for chan and barely texted: ‘exited, old man. had fun!’ after grabbing your coats and leaving the messy party.

he kisses your cheek as he wakes up the next morning, but then, he stands up from the bed and groans.

“you gave me influenza!”

“i gave you- huh?”

his nose itches and his eyes look a bit red in the reflection of the mirror in front of him as he blows his nose.

well. kissing you was worth it.

“oh.” you giggle in the background, and he follows with a sneeze.

guess he did catch something after all.

maybe it’s the influence of you, because he can’t find it in him to care.

and when he sneezes again, he chuckles, knowing that as much as it is ruining your little moment of romanticism, it’s just the influenza.

“no one calls it that anymore,” you sniff, smiling, shoving him playfully, “its just a cold.”

“that’s what i get after being romantic?” seungmin chimes back, holding his weight on his arms as they cage you against his body and your back against the matress, and he smirks, faking offense. “me? your chivalrous knight for the night?”

“chessy.” you snicker, but he cackles, and with a sly grin, runs away from your shared room.

“wait.” you freeze and curse, yet you can’t hold back a giggle when you rush, in a futile attempt to catch him. “give me my kleenex box back!”

“fight me!”

who needs silly, crowded parties anyway?

[♦️☆ 🗳️ ☆♦️]

kats, who, fun fact, went into a seungmin frenzy and accidentally also planned a long one-shot (i would have been mixed it w/ this one bUT ALAS, can’t, no time, so its going to catch dust in my drafts for a while lol)

catiuskaa, october 2024 ©

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[solxamber]

Savannahclaw, 3, fluff

Here and Now || Ruggie Bucchi

For the Holiday Event! || Prompt: "I'll always be here", Genre: Fluff

The clock on the wall blinks 11:30 PM when the door finally creaks open. You look up from your spot on the couch, cozy under a blanket, to see Ruggie dragging himself inside, his steps slow and heavy. His uniform is rumpled, his hair sticking out in random places, and his ever-present grin is nowhere to be found.

"I'm so sorry," he says, voice a mix of guilt and exhaustion. He drops his bag by the door and rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "I know I told ya to wait for me, but...ugh, there was so much stuff today. Too many gigs, and then Leona wanted somethin’ done last minute—"

"Ruggie," you interrupt, and he stops rambling to glance up at you hesitantly. "It’s okay."

"Okay?" His ears twitch, and he blinks at you like he can’t believe his own. "You’re not mad?"

You shake your head, offering him a small smile. "I’m not mad. Disappointed, maybe, but not mad. I know how hard you work, Ruggie. I’m not gonna hold it against you."

"But..." He fidgets, wringing his hands. "We didn’t even get to go on our date. You waited all day, and I just—"

"Ruggie," you cut him off again, your tone a little firmer this time. "I’d rather eat instant ramen on the couch with you than go to some fancy place with someone else. You know that, right?"

He stares at you for a moment, his tired expression softening into something warm and vulnerable. "You really mean that?"

"Of course I mean it." You stand and walk over to him, placing your hands gently on his shoulders. "Now, go sit down. I’ll microwave something, and we can call it a five-star dining experience."

He lets out a breathy laugh, his tail swishing behind him. "You’re somethin’ else, y'know that?"

As Ruggie collapses onto the couch, you throw together the most basic meal you can manage with what’s in the fridge—a mishmash of leftovers and a packet of instant noodles.

It’s terrible, barely edible, but when you sit next to him on the couch, eating out of mismatched bowls with plastic forks, it somehow feels perfect.

Ruggie chuckles between bites, his foot nudging yours playfully. "This ain't half bad. Real ‘gremlin cuisine.’"

You snort, almost choking on your food. "We should open a restaurant. Call it The Trash Den."

"Only if you’re the head chef," he says, grinning now, his exhaustion fading bit by bit.

You roll your eyes but can’t stop your own smile. The glow of the TV flickers across the room, the two of you bundled under a shared blanket as you lean into his side. The tension in his shoulders finally eases, and he looks down at you, his expression softer than you’ve ever seen it.

"Thanks for waitin’ for me," he says quietly, his voice filled with more sincerity than usual. "I know I’m not the easiest guy to stick around with, but...I’ll always try to make it worth it. I promise."

You rest your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. "I’ll always be here, Ruggie. No matter what."

The rest of the night passes in peaceful contentment, your makeshift dinner long forgotten as you drift off against him, the weight of the day replaced with the simple comfort of being together.

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[inkjam-moon]

Bells Will Be Ringing - Part Four (M)

Summary: Jin and Jeongguk come over for dinner, but do they have bigger things planned?

Pairing: Hybrid!Namjoon x Jimin x Reader x Jin x Hybrid!Jeongguk

Genre: Smut (this is basically pwp... I will not apologize)

Word Count: 10.4k

TW: swearing; dirty talk; oral (male and female giving and recieving); anal (male and female); fingering; double penetration; mmf; mfm; ; creampies; fivesome (i'm gonnna be honest this is 7k of just smut so read at your own risk)

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You and Jimin work in sync, preparing braised short ribs, rice cake soup, and all the side dishes to go with. At 5:30, mostly everything is done, you’re just waiting for it to come out of the oven. Jimin sets the table while you excuse yourself to get dressed. You slip on a cozy, but slightly low-cut sweater and some jeans, adding just a touch of makeup and pulling your hair back into a bun before spritzing yourself with just a hint of sultry vanilla perfume. It’s ten minutes till six when you wake Namjoon, shaking him gently and asking him to get dressed. He nods, sleepily heading to the bedroom to put some clean clothes on, Jimin following close behind. 

Just as you’re pulling the ribs out of the oven, the doorbell rings. You quickly place the tray on the stove and turn the oven off before making your way downstairs and opening the door to greet your guests. Jin and Jeongguk smile at you as you let them in, both of them giving you a hug.

“Y/N-ah!” Jin cheers, pulling you into his embrace, lingering a bit longer than he probably should, but you ignore it as you turn to the younger boy.

“Hi Jin. Hi Kookie!”

“Noona, you look so pretty today.” Jeongguk offers bashfully, wrapping his arms around you before you feel his nose on your neck, inhaling deeply the way Namjoon does. “And you smell so good.” He whines in your ear before he pulls himself away.

“Aw, thanks.” You smile at him sweetly before you lead them upstairs. “Um, ignore the mess please.” You gesture to Namjoon’s nest. “Someone has been uh…”

“Nesting?” Jeongguk questions, looking up at you with curiosity. You only nod, walking over to the kitchen. Jin hands you a dish of some dessert and Jeongguk places a bottle of wine on the table, the younger boy's eyes constantly flicking over to the pile of blankets and pillows in the living room, his nose occasionally lifting to sniff the air, tail swishing behind him. 

Jin pulls you aside and whispers in your ear. “So Namjoon is…?”

“Since Christmas night.” You state. 

“Is… Is this a good idea?”

“He told me he could handle it.” You shrug. Before Jin can say anything else, Jimin and Namjoon appear from the bedroom. 

“Jeonggukie, Jin hyung, I’m glad you guys could make it!” Jimin smiles warmly, giving them both a hug. 

“Jeonggukkie!” Namjoon cheers, tail wagging happily as he runs over to the younger boy, quickly wrapping him in an embrace as they sniff each other. 

“W-wow hyung, y-you smell good.” Jeongguk mumbles, ears twitching on top of his head as he lets Namjoon go, probably overwhelmed by the scent Namjoon’s body is giving off. They begin whispering to each other, and you wonder what they’re talking about as they keep stealing glances at you, Jin, and Jimin. 

“Are you guys ready to eat?” You ask, grabbing the corkscrew out of the drawer. Everyone nods in agreement and sits down at the table. 

You all enjoy dinner, eating while laughing and telling stories, reminiscing on old times. You watch Namjoon carefully as he fidgets in his seat, but true to his word, he behaves, and doesn’t try anything through the meal, only occasionally squeezing himself under the table for a moment of relief and then taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

You study him and Jeongguk carefully, observing their gentle touches, the way their hands brush and both of them immediately pull back and blush. It’s cute. Or at least it would be, if you didn’t know Namjoon was pulling away to avoid thinking about bending Jeongguk over the table. Your face flushes at your own thoughts, and you realize the wine must be getting to you. 

“Noona?” Jimin places his hand over yours, bringing you back to the room. He must’ve asked you a question.

“Hm? Sorry.”

He giggles. “Jin asked to see your ring.”

“Oh, of course.” You turn to the man on your right and offer your hand out to him, the ring flashing in the light. 

Jin takes your hand, gingerly holding it as he inspects the ring, letting out a hum of approval. “Is that one of the things you picked up the day we had lunch?” You nod, taking your hand back. “Very pretty. Speaking of, did you ever try that other thing you bought?” He smirks.

“Not yet.” You huff, shooting him a glare.

“Shame.” He shakes his head. “That was pretty too.”

You roll your eyes. “Have some more wine, Seokjin.”

“What thing, noona?” Jimin questions, suddenly curious.

“Ah, nothing Chim, I’ll show you later.” You wink at him and he nods excitedly.  

You stand and walk over to the fridge, feeling Jin’s eyes on you the entire time as you take the dessert he made, some sort of tiramisu, out of the fridge and dish it out onto five plates. Sure enough, as you turn around, Jin is watching your every move, his hungry eyes following the curves of your body. Jimin gets up to help you serve and Jin leans back to take an obvious look at your ass as you place his plate in front of him. Why did you wear such form fitting jeans? Namjoon is too focused on his conversation with Jeongguk, but Jimin notices Jin’s behavior, tugging you over to whisper in your ear as you walk past him. 

“Are you okay? Do you want me to ask him to stop?”

You shake your head. “He’s just being Jin, I’ve got it.”

You place your plate on the table and sit back in your seat, taking a bite of your dessert as you kick your leg out, hitting Jin in the ankle as you do, tossing him a knowing look.  He simply shrugs, his eyes finally leaving you, and turning to the sweet treat in front of him. 

You all sigh contentedly as you finish your meals. Leaning back in your seat, you admire your boys, loving seeing them so content, both of them smiling brightly and giggling at something Jeongguk said. Your heart swells with happiness until you chance a glance over at Jin, who’s gaze has returned to your body, making your face flush with an unwelcome heat.

You quickly move to gather the dishes, standing up and carrying them over to the sink, but Jin volunteers to help, and how can you say no. He follows you, standing close, too close; close enough that you swear he can hear your heart thumping in your chest. 

“So, when does the real party start?” He whispers, his breath skimming your ear from his proximity. 

“What are you talking about?” You check to see if any of the others are listening, but they’re focused on their own conversation.

“You know,” One of Jin’s hands squeezes your waist for the briefest of moments before returning to the dishes in front of him. “The reason Namjoon invited us over here.”

“He invited you for dinner, that’s it.” You state, rinsing a plate.

“That’s not what Jeongguk told me.”

“Well what did he tell you then?”

Jin smirks, handing you another plate. “Kook said Namjoon finally confessed wanting to sleep with him, and tonight is supposed to be the night they agreed on.”

You scoff. “If that was true then why are you here?”

“Same reason you are. Moral support.”

“What?”

“Namjoon’s stipulation was that you and Jimin were involved, Jeongguk’s stipulation,” He pauses to lick his lips, “Is that I am too.”

Your mouth opens to protest, but when you look over at the three boys at the table, it all makes sense. How Namjoon was so excited he couldn’t wait for you to wake up this morning; the way Namjoon and Jeongguk have been looking at each other, and have been gently touching each other all night; even the way Jimin is flirting so hard with Jeongguk. Not to mention the way Jin’s been staring at you, his lingering touches; you’ve even seen Jeongguk steal a few glances at your chest; staring a bit too long before immediately averting his eyes.

They all feel it.

They all know.

The only one that doesn’t… Is you.

Jin watches the realization set in on your face and smiles.  “You really had no idea. You thought this was just dinner, didn’t you?”

Your heart beat picks up, realizing that sure, they’re all here for a meal, but part of the meal is you. 

“Joon!” It comes out more scolding than you mean, and you watch Namjoon’s head whip towards you as the room falls silent, his ears flattening on top of his head like they do when he’s in trouble. “Can I talk to you in the bedroom for a moment?”

“O-Of course.” He nods, treading carefully as he gets up out of his seat and follows you into the bedroom where you slowly close the door before turning to him. 

“You said this was just dinner.”

“Hm?” His tail droops behind him. “I-”

“You told me earlier that you just wanted to be nice and invite our friends over for dinner, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, but-”

“But this is something else, isn’t it?”

“Y/N-”

“Isn’t it?”

Namjoon huffs, placing his hands on your shoulders and squeezing them to calm you down. “Listen to me,” He coos. “Nothing is going to happen unless you’re okay with it, alright? Yes, I confessed to Jeongguk, and we wanted to do something tonight, but,” He emphasizes the last word. “We decided to just have dinner and talk about it, maybe see where things went. We want to make sure everyone is comfortable with it before anything happens.”

“But Jin-”

“I didn’t know Jin was going to be a part of it until Jeongguk told me before dinner.” Namjoon interrupts you. “Jin is to Jeongguk what you and Jimin are to me, okay? He’s just here to help Jeongguk feel more comfortable.”

As much as you hate the thought of finally giving in to Jin’s advances, you understand how Jeongguk feels. You let out a deep sigh. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

You nod, repeating the word. “Okay. I’m sorry I overreacted.”

Namjoon smiles at you before wrapping you in his arms. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you in the first place, but honestly I forgot until you mentioned it before lunch.”

“I love you, Joon.” You mumble into his chest.

“I love you too Y/N-ah. Are you ready to go back out?”

“Ah I’ll be right there.” You nod, watching as Namjoon leaves. When the door shuts behind him, you sigh, readying yourself for what’s to come the rest of the night. You know it will happen, you’re surprised Namjoon has been able to wait this long honestly. 

You walk into your closet, shedding your sweater as you do and opening the top drawer of your dresser. You pull out the lingerie set that Jin helped you pick out and smile. You guess he will get to see you in it after all. You put the bra on first, trying to figure out how to tie the ribbon across your breasts. Once you’ve got it, you undress the rest of the way and then slide the ruffled panties up your legs before shimmying the thigh highs up as well. When you’re done, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Damn. Jin was right, this looks good together. 

Satisfied, you slip your jeans and sweater back on over the lingerie, making sure you can’t tell what’s underneath, and then head back out to the dining room where the four boys are waiting for your return.

“Everything okay?” Jimin asks, concerned.

“Sorry,” You offer as you sit down at the table. “Just needed to clear something up.” You take another sip of your wine as you look at each of their faces, seeing the eager nervousness on each one, except for Jin, his expression is relaxed, almost blank if it weren’t for the small twitch of his lips.

“So,” Namjoon mutters, drumming his fingers on the table in the sudden awkward silence. 

“So.” Jin repeats, chugging the last of his wine before smiling mischievously. 

“Before anything happens,” You begin. “We should talk about this a bit, at least set a baseline of rules or something.”

“Rules?” Jeonggguk looks at you with wide eyes.

You nod. “Like, is there anything that we should know about you? Anything you prefer? For instance, I’m on birth control, s-so,” Your voice squeaks. You didn’t think it was going to be this hard to talk about with them. You clear your throat and try again. “So cumming inside me is fair game.”

“I-Inside?” Jeongguk mumbles, more to himself than anyone else as he bites his lip ring. 

“I think condoms are a good idea if you’re not going to wash in between.” Namjoon adds.

“I don’t bottom.” Jin states, leaning back in his chair.

Jimin snorts. “We can change that.”

“We’re all switches,” You add before Jin can respond. “Namjoon tends to be more dominant when he’s in heat though. And I can take it in- uh, in both.”

“Talented.” Jin smirks. 

“What about you Kook?” Jimin turns the attention to the youngest, who immediately flushes.

“M-me?” He swallows hard, looking from Jimin to Namjoon to you. “I-I like both t-too.”

“Anything else?” Namjoon encourages him, but Jeongguk just shakes his head.

“Okay, that’s okay. It’s a good start at least.” You assure him. “Now, no pressure at all tonight, okay?” You look at each of them in turn. “Movie?”

You pull Namjoon aside and tell him that if he isn’t comfortable with it yet, to grab you or Jimin and you’d take him to the bedroom to help relieve him. Ten minutes later you’re all laying in Namjoon’s nest, watching the beginning of some movie you don’t think anyone is actually paying attention to; you’re all focused on not getting too close to one another.

Somehow you ended up between Jimin and Jin, Jeongguk on Jin’s other side, and Namjoon on the opposite end next to Jeongguk. Jimin is snuggled up at your side, and you’re about as far away from Jin as you can get without making it obvious how nervous you are about being there. You’re worried, because you and Jimin are so separated from Namjoon, but you have to stop thinking about it. If he needs you, he’ll tell you.

Jimin rubs your arms soothingly, probably able to feel how fast your heart is beating from where his head rests on your shoulder. After a few minutes, you begin to relax, the wine having a calming effect on you, but you shouldn’t have had so much, as your eyes quickly get heavy while you lay there, finally feeling comfortable. Fighting it is no use, and you quickly fall into a light sleep, the movie disappearing behind your eyelids. 

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You wake with a jolt, looking up to see the movie is only halfway through. Good, so you didn’t sleep for too long. You stretch, snuggling against whoever’s chest you’re laying on until you realize, it isn't one you recognize. You sit up on your elbows, face to face with Jin.

“Morning sunshine.” He chuckles.

“Ah, J-Jin!” You squeak.

“Hey, I kept my hands to myself.” He states, shrugging, showing you that his arms are in fact, crossed behind his head, the action causing his shirt to ride up a bit, offering you a glimpse of his toned stomach. 

“Sorry.” You mumble, pulling your hands back to yourself.

“Can’t say the same for them though.” Jin whispers, nodding his head to the other side of him.

You raise your eyebrows in question before you and Jimin both sit up, looking past Jin to see Namjoon and Jeongguk tangled together and aggressively making out, growls leaving the both of them as they fight for dominance.

“Wow…” You gasp.

“Took about fifteen minutes.” Jin states. 

“Damn.” Jimin huffs behind you, his arm snaking back around you. You suddenly realize that you’re staring, and shake your head, sinking back into Jimin’s embrace. “That’s hot.” Jimin mutters in your ear.

You giggle, turning your head to face Jimin. “I swear you’re easier to turn on than Joon.”

“Oh, come on. You can’t tell me you don’t feel anything looking at that.” Jimin’s hand slides down your side, squeezing your waist. Of course you do, watching your husband slide his tongue into Jeongguk’s mouth made you want to crawl over Jin’s body and insert yourself into the situation, but you also want them to have their moment, so you keep your legs shut in case either of the two hybrids, one of whom you know has a heightened sense of smell right now, could sense your arousal. 

You lie down on your back with a small sigh, trying your best to focus on the movie in front of you. It’s hard. Almost as hard as Jimin’s length pressing into your side. Almost as hard as Jin, watching out of the corner of your eye as he adjusts himself in his jeans. Suddenly a loud whimper comes from the other side of Jin, and the three of you sit up to see Jeongguk’s head thrown back in pleasure and defeat as Namjoon places his customary first bite on the younger boy’s collarbone, having apparently won the dominance dispute.

You watch as Namjoon crawls on top of Jeongguk, his lips latching to Jeongguk’s neck as Namjoon rubs their hard cocks together, separated only by the fabric of their jeans, both of them letting out low whimpers at the feeling. 

Jimin whines. “Oh my-”

“God,” Jin finishes the thought for him, his own erection now painfully obvious in his jeans as Jimin pulls your ass back against him, pressing up against you for some sort of relief. Well, you suppose now is as good a time as any. You reach a hand out and place it on Jin’s chest, causing his head to whip in your direction. His gaze meets yours, hunger in his eyes as you grip his shirt and tug him towards you. 

Jin follows your lead immediately, rolling towards you, laying as close as he can without touching you as he looks between you and Jimin. You let go of his shirt, sliding your hand up his chest, trailing your fingers over his neck before cupping his cheek. He meets your gaze once again, asking for permission. You give him a small nod and a smile, rubbing your thumb across his cheek as Jimin squeezes your waist. Jin leans close, his lips brushing yours for a moment before you close the distance. 

Jin’s lips are plump and plush like Jimin’s, and as they caress yours it feels good, it feels right. All the build up of your friendship, and the playful arguing and fighting finally culminating into this first kiss. Your hand slips around to the back of his neck and you pull him closer, wanting his body pressed against yours like Jimin’s is on the other side. 

You feel Jimin’s lips on your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt and spreading across your bare stomach, and Jin’s hands quickly join them, finding your waist and then wandering around to your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze as he bites down on your lower lip, tugging it into the warmth of his mouth and sucking on it lightly. You whine into Jin’s mouth as Jimin bites down on your shoulder, having tugged your sweater to the side. Jin pulls back at the sound, surprised, his cheeks flushing pink from obvious arousal. 

Jimin takes the opportunity to roll you onto your back, his lips covering the exposed expanse of your neck and shoulder with kisses as Jin immediately mimics his movements on the other side. The feeling of them both licking and sucking on your skin has you squeezing your legs together, small whimpers leaving your mouth unobstructed as their hands grab at every inch of your body. 

Jin finds your breasts, gripping them in turn over your sweater as Jimin pops open the button of your jeans and tugs the zipper down, his hand ghosting your waist. Jin’s hand, on the other side, slithers down your body, finding your jeans have already been opened as he plays with the waistband of your panties, pulling back to look at you, making sure it’s okay. You nod, almost frantically, and he smirks, quickly slipping his hand under the fabric and dipping his fingers into your folds. 

“Oh shit…” Jin curses, feeling just how wet you are. Jimin slides his hand back up under your sweater, grabbing one of your breasts directly and squishing it tightly before pulling his face out of your neck.

“Jagi, what bra are you wearing?” He asks, his fingers playing with the unfamiliar fabric, feeling your bare breasts beneath the ribbon. 

“Jimin, look.” Jin grabs his attention, pulling his hand out from between your legs and showing the younger boy your juices as they glisten on his fingers. 

“Noona, already?” He teases, before taking Jin’s fingers into his mouth with a groan. “So good.”

“Like you’re one to talk.” You state, reaching a hand down and squeezing Jimin’s length over his jeans, making him gasp as Jin pulls his fingers out of Jimin’s mouth. 

“Noona…” You look up at Jimin, but he’s not the one that said it. You turn your head, looking past Jin to see Jeongguk and Namjoon both staring at you in various states of undress, licking their lips, they must have finally smelled your arousal.

When Jin and Jimin put their hands on you, you stopped paying attention to the hybrids, but you see Namjoon’s shirt has been discarded, Jeongguk’s shirt is pushed up, exposing his stomach, and both of their jeans are undone, Jeongguk’s hard cock poking through his boxers and laying against his stomach. 

“Noona, J-Jimin hyung~” Jeongguk whines again, scrambling to get out from under Namjoon’s body and clamoring over to Jin’s side, his gaze flicking between yours and Jimin’s. Namjoon appears at your feet, tugging you up into a sitting position as Jimin grabs Jeongguk’s hand, pulling the younger boy toward him and immediately planting his lips on Jeongguk. You’re amazed at how easily Jeongguk gives in to Jimin’s kiss, practically melting into his arms. 

Namjoon wastes no time, yanking your jeans down your legs, but stumbles at what he finds, his eyes going wide at the sight of the red thigh highs and matching panties. 

“What’s this?” He asks, rubbing your calves. You only smirk, sitting up on your knees before pulling your sweater off over your head, letting him see the entire outfit. “Oh, fuck…” Namjoon groans, hands tracing along your curves.

“This was the other thing I bought.” You explain. “When I was with Jin.”

At the mention of his name, Jin turns his gaze from Jeongguk and Jimin, toward your body, taking in the sight of your lingerie. “Oh my god, you actually wore it?” Jin’s hands join Namjoon’s on your body, turning you toward him. “Stand up for a second?”

You roll your eyes but obey, standing and taking your hair out of the bun, shaking it out and catching the attention of Jimin and Jeongguk, breaking their make out session, Jimin’s hand still wrapped firmly around Jeongguk’s length as they both take in the sight of you.

“Wow jagiya…” Jimin gasps, squeezing Jeongguk in his hand.

“Holy hell.” Jeongguk’s eyes are wider than usual as they rake over your form, a whimper coming from his throat as you turn away from them and bend over slightly, showcasing your ass. 

“It looks even better than I imagined.” Jin says as Namjoon tugs you back down on the blankets. “Have I ever told you how great your ass is?”

“Several times. Creep.” You giggle, pulling Jin toward you.

“You bought it right in front of me, did you really think I wouldn’t think about it?” Jin scoffs. ”You’re such a tease.” Before you can retort, you feel Namjoon’s hand on your back as he pushes you down onto all fours, his hands caressing the flesh of your behind before tugging your underwear down your legs and tossing them on the floor, his breath on your center shortly after. 

“Joon- Ah~!” You moan as Namjoon’s tongue flicks out to taste you, groaning as he does. You fall onto your forearms, arching your back and sticking your ass high in the air as Namjoon’s mouth attaches to your center. Your head falls forward until you feel someone lift your chin, and you look up to see Jin on his knees in front of you. “J-Joon, lay down.” You ask, stopping his ministrations against you.

“Hm?” He looks at you as you sit on your knees. 

“Let me sit on your face.”

“Oh fuck.” Namjoon and Jin both groan at the same time. Namjoon obeys, laying down on his back and tugging your hips over his face, planting you firmly on his lips as his tongue starts working you again. You gasp, grabbing his hair as the sensation fills you.

When you are able to steady yourself, you pull Jin toward you, latching your lips back to his, more aggressively this time, your tongue flicking out to taste him. He grants you access and you slip it past his lips, pressing against his tongue for the first time. You groan into his mouth; he tastes sweet, like wine and whipped cream. Your hands let go of Namjoon, one of them sliding up into Jin’s hair, the other working at the button of his jeans. 

You swallow the sound of Jin’s gasp as you brush against his length for the first time. You quickly tug his zipper down and slip your hand into his pants, grabbing his length over his boxers, obsessed with how big it feels in your hand, causing Jin to break the kiss as his head falls back. 

“Lay down.” You growl, pushing Jin back onto the blankets. He listens, scrambling to lay down in front of you, his eyes watching you carefully when a loud moan comes from your left. You both look over to see Jimin has Jeongguk in a similarly compromising position, bent over in front of him, clothes already gone, Jimin’s face buried between the younger boy’s cheeks as he ravages Jeongguk with his talented tongue. Jeongguk’s eyes are squeezed shut, fully concentrated on the pleasurable feeling. 

Jin’s cock throbs under your touch at the sight, and while he’s distracted, you take the opportunity to tug his jeans and boxers down, releasing his length for you to see for the first time. Your mouth drops open in want at the sight of it, he’s almost as thick as Jimin, and definitely longer than Namjoon. You realize he has every right to be as confident as he is. Your body aches at the thought of having it inside you, and Namjoon must notice, because at that moment he drags his tongue across your clit and shoves two fingers into your entrance, causing you to jump with surprise, letting out a whine. 

You take Jin’s length in your hand and stroke it slowly, bringing his attention back to you, his lips parting as he moans low in his chest. “Fuck, Y/N-ah…”

You adjust yourself over Namjoon, leaning down on your elbows in front of Jin as you trail your fingers along his length, making him shiver. You finally take him into your mouth and Jin hisses through his teeth, watching you closely as you suck on his tip, your tongue flicking against it as you search for sensitive spots. You alternate between two, digging your tongue into his slit and pressing it against the underside of his pronounced ridge. You tease him relentlessly, not letting any more of him into your mouth until he’s whimpering, loving the control you have over him. 

Just when you think he’s about to lose his mind, you sink your mouth down onto him, taking as much of him in as you can as Jin’s hands find your hair, gripping it tightly as he guides you, up and down, deeper and deeper as your tongue traces along his shaft. Once you get him significantly wet, you decide to try your best at deep throating him, knowing his length is going to be difficult, but you love a challenge. 

You suck his tip for a bit first before taking a deep breath. You relax your throat and slide down his length, burying Jin in the back of your throat, groaning at how deep he goes and making yourself choke.

“Ah~ hah~” Jin pants as you pull off of him, coughing. “Are you okay?”

You nod, forcing your lungs to breathe again. “I’m good. Just got too into it.” You chuckle, hand still wrapped around Jin’s length as you squeeze him. 

“Oh my god.” Jin falls back onto the bed, hands coming up to cover his face. “I didn’t know you could do that. C-can you do it again?”

“I'm full of surprises, ah~!” You gasp as Namjoon adds a third finger into your core. “J-Joon~” You whimper, but he only groans against you, sending vibrations throughout your body until you feel his lips pull away, cursing under his breath. You turn to find out why and see Jimin, apparently done with Jeongguk, has taken Namjoon’s cock out of his pants and currently has it in his mouth, sucking on it harshly the way you know Namjoon likes. You turn back around when Jin moans to see Jeongguk is doing the same thing to his elder, licking long, slow stripes up the side of his cock. 

You lean back down next to Jeongguk, your own tongue flicking out with his, causing Jin to moan loudly as he looks down at you both. You wrap your hand back around the base of Jin’s length as Jeongguk sucks his tip into his mouth. You watch carefully the way Jeongguk pleases Jin; both turned on by the act, and taking notes for yourself. 

The view is short lived, however, as Namjoon wraps his plush lips around your sensitive bud, sucking on it harshly. Your body shoots up in response, your back arching as you grab hold of Namjoon’s hair again, tighter this time as you feel your high rapidly approaching. 

“Oh, fuck~!” You cry out, thighs clamping on Namjoon’s head as you cum on his fingers, legs shaking from the feeling of pleasure coursing through your veins. Namjoon coasts you through your orgasm, replacing his fingers with his tongue to lap up your release. Your breathing starts to return to normal and you open your eyes to see Jeongguk and Jin both staring at you intently, fascination in their gazes. 

“N-Noona did you cum?” Jeongguk asks as he sits up, Jin quickly forgotten. “That was hot as fuck.” He growls, reaching for you, his hand landing on a breast and squeezing it. 

“Ah~ Joon!” You squeak when he flicks his tongue against your sensitive center again, overstimulation flashing through your nerves as you climb off of his face, sitting down next to his head so he can’t do it again. 

Jeongguk follows you, untying the ribbons still covering you as he sits between your legs, his cock looking like it might burst at any moment. He reaches around you and undoes the clasp, tossing the bra away as a low growl forms in his throat, tail thrashing behind him as he practically tackles you, your back hitting the bed. Jeongguk’s length brushes your core, sending a shiver up your spine as his lips find your neck, placing light kisses against the skin before you feel his teeth dig into your collarbone, leaving a hard bite on you, much like Namjoon does when he’s in heat. 

Oh no.

“Kook, are you…?” You pull his face toward you, studying the desperation in his eyes as he bites his lip ring. “You too, huh?” You run your hands through his hair, a small whimper leaving his lips as he presses himself against your wetness. 

Jeongguk’s focus turns back to your neck and chest, leaving wet patches all across your skin before his mouth finds your breasts, biting down harshly on each one before his tongue flicks against a nipple, and again and again.

You look up to see Jimin sandwiched between the two older boys, Jin’s cock in his mouth and Namjoon’s face between his legs, eating Jimin passionately; loud, sloppy noises coming from both boys.  You take this opportunity to squeeze Jin’s arm, trying to get his attention, but he’s too focused on the feeling of Jimin’s mouth wrapped around his cock. 

“J-Jin. Jin.” You whine his name, causing him to turn toward you, peering at you through his half-closed eyes. “I think Kook- Ah~” You’re interrupted when Jeongguk bites one of your nipples, his hand sliding down between your legs as he slips two fingers into your entrance. You try again. “I t-think Jeongguk is, fuck… I think Namjoon forced him into his heat.”

Jin’s eyes widen at this, looking down at Jeongguk and reaching out to rub his spine. “Is that right Kook-ah? Is your heat here?”

“Y-Yes…” Jeongguk whines, your nipple still in his mouth.

“Damn…” Jin curses, but you’re not sure if it’s from the new information, or from the way Jimin currently has his length in the back of his throat.

Jeongguk kisses back up to your neck, his lips landing just under your ear as he rubs his cock against your folds, slipping his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth, licking off your juices with a groan. “You taste so good, noona. Let me fuck you, please?” He tugs on your earlobe with his teeth. Jeongguk’s first you suppose.

“Go ahead baby.” You encourage him, spreading your legs a bit more for him. The overstimulation hasn’t fully left you yet, but you’re eager to see what Jeongguk feels like, from the glances you saw, he looks thicker than Jimin. 

Jeongguk plants his lips on yours and kisses you desperately, getting up on his knees as he leans himself over you, easily finding your entrance and pushing his length into it. He swallows your moan hungrily, the feeling of him filling you, stretching you wide, is making your face hot. You were right, he’s thick; your walls trembling as they take him in, but god it feels so fucking good when he bottoms out, both of you letting out a strangled moan as your bodies adjust to each other. 

“Shit… Shit!” Jeongguk swears, his hips faltering almost immediately as you feel him fill you with cum. His head falls on your shoulder, his whole body shivering from the sensation of you wrapped around him. “I-I’m sorry.” He mutters in your ear, pressing hot kisses to your neck. 

“Take as long as you need Kook.” You coo at him, but if he’s anything like Namjoon, you know it won’t be long. 

You don’t even think Jeongguk softens inside you, but as you wait, you look over just in time to watch Jimin’s face contort in pleasure as Jin slowly slides into him, gripping Jimin’s hips harshly. 

“Oh fuck, hyung~” Jimin cries as he buries his face in the blankets.

But where’s Namjoon?

You look back up to see him situating himself behind Jeongguk, clothes fully shed, cock hard as he strokes it, placing his free hand on the small of Jeongguk’s back, raising his eyebrow at you when he sees the younger boy is still inside you.

“Did you get his first orgasm?” Namjoon asks, a hint of jealousy to his tone.

“Mhm.” You nod, running your hands through Jeongguk’s hair as his tail flicks behind him. 

“Damn. I wanted that to myself.” Namjoon states, pulling Jeongguk up so that his back is pressed against Namjoon’s chest, length still throbbing inside you. “Can I fuck you Kook?” He growls. “I wanna feel how good that ass is while you please your noona.” 

Jeongguk nods furiously, pressing his ass back against Namjoon. Namjoon squirts some lube on his length before slipping himself between Jeongguk’s cheeks. Jeongguk’s mouth drops open in a silent cry as Namjoon fills him, teeth clamped on his shoulder. The sight alone has your core clenching around Jeongguk’s length, watching his eyes flick back open as his gaze finds you, a smirk playing at his lips. 

Jeongguk taps Namjoon’s thigh and the elder boy releases him from his bite, allowing Jeongguk to fall on his hands, attention coming back to you. He pulls out of you, simultaneously pushing himself back on Namjoon’s cock before he slams into you roughly, setting an unforgiving pace from the start. Jeongguk fills you over and over, fucking his previous release into you as sweet moans fall from his lips, relishing in the double stimulation you and Namjoon are providing him with. He leans down and his lips find yours, teeth clashing as he kisses you passionately, aggressively, with a desperation only his heat could bring out of him.

It takes no time at all for Jeongguk’s second release to build and explode; you feel the wet heat filling you again and groan with him, his hips not stopping this time as he picks his pace up, his thrusts becoming shallow, but purposeful, angling his hips upward each time as he searches for your spot. He quickly realizes he needs to go deeper, grabbing one of your legs and pushing it back into your chest, throwing it over his shoulder as he tries again, this time slamming directly into your g-spot, causing you to whine loudly.

Jeongguk bites down harshly on your neck again in the same spot, growling low in his throat as you contract around him. Namjoon is the first to go, with a loud grunt he pulls out of Jeongguk and rips off the condom he had on, stroking himself to release across Jeongguk’s lower back before sitting back on his knees and watching. You follow quickly, the way Jeongguk is now repeatedly slamming into you making your legs shake.

“J-Jeongguk~!” With a few more thrusts, you come undone with a whimper of his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as you pant, your orgasm violently coursing through your body. Your core squeezes Jeongguk’s length, and he follows behind you; quickly cumming inside you a third time, his chest heaving from the pleasure that overwhelms him as he buries himself as deep inside you as he can get. His head falls on your shoulder as you both attempt to catch your breath. 

“Noona you feel so good… So tight.” Jeongguk growls in your ear, his hips rutting against you as you hiss from overstimulation while Namjoon wipes his release off Jeongguk’s back. “And you look so fucking good when you cum.”

“Fuck~!” You and Jeongguk both look over to see Jin gritting his teeth as he pulls out of Jimin, trying to control his breathing as he forces his own orgasm back and you feel Jeonguk hardening again inside you, whining as his length swells, stretching your walls.

“Damn it, I was so close.” Jimin pouts as he sits back on his knees, shifting Jeongguk’s focus to him. 

“S-Sorry.” Jin pants. “M-my max is usually two, and I…” He trails off, his gaze  finding you before quickly averting his eyes. 

“Hyung…” Jeongguk pulls out of you, cock slick with a mixture of your releases, and climbs over to Jimin’s side. “Let me.”

Jimin nods, pulling the younger boy toward him and crashing their lips together, before sliding down Jeongguk’s body and licking your remnants off of him, cleaning up before sliding a condom down on his shaft. You watch in amazement as Jeongguk pushes Jimin down on his back, much rougher with him than he was with you only moments ago as he spreads Jimin’s legs and immediately slides past his entrance, starting a brutal pace that bounces Jimin’s cock with each thrust. 

You don’t realize you’re staring until Namjoon taps your side, scooting up behind you and handing you a bottle of water as he presses kisses to your shoulder and swipes a tissue up your folds, cleaning up the mess Jeongguk left between your legs. 

“Thanks.” You take a grateful swig of the cold liquid before handing it back to him.

“I forgot how much you love watching.” He teases, nibbling on your earlobe. 

“I’m surprised you’re cognizant enough to notice.” You jab right back. 

He chuckles against your skin. “I’m trying my best. It’s hard to stay in my head when I’m watching you and Jimin get fucked like this.” You feel his half hard cock against your back, steadily growing harder as he looks over your shoulder at Jeongguk and Jimin. “It’s almost too hot to handle.” He slips a hand around to your front, grabbing a breast and squeezing it tightly as you whimper.

You chance a glance over at Jin; he’s sitting, his hair pushed back off his forehead, leaning back on his hands, his legs out in front of him, length stiff where it lays against his stomach, his breathing heavy as he watches his roommate turn the blonde beneath him into a mess. 

Namjoon squeezes you again, eliciting another soft moan from your mouth, the sound catching Jin’s attention this time. The way he looks so fucked out already as his eyes follow the curves of your body makes you feel hot in every aspect of the word, easily arousing you again as you shift against Namjoon. 

“Why don’t you go sit in his lap baby? I know you want to. He can’t stop looking at you either.” Namjoon whispers in your ear. “Jin hyung.” Namjoon rests his chin on your shoulder as he calls Jin’s name, the older one forcing his gaze away from your body to look at Namjoon.

“Hm?”

Namjoon hands him the water and Jin drinks it eagerly, both of you watching as a bit slips down his chin, glistening in the low light before Namjoon urges you forward. He follows you with his eyes as you crawl over to Jin and quickly straddle his lap, tossing the empty bottle behind him, all of his focus on you. You press your lips to his neck, licking up the dribble of water that escaped and following the trail up. When you reach his mouth you slip your tongue into it as you rub your wet folds against his length. Jin groans, his cock twitching at your touch, aching to be inside you already. 

 “If I didn’t know any better,” You begin, smirking down at him, loving the way he gives into you completely. “I’d say you’ve been waiting for this for a long time, Jinnie.” You use the nickname you only break out when you want to fluster him, and watch as his face and chest turn bright red. 

“Like you haven’t been.” He throws back, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “I always knew you’d give in eventually.” 

“Only to see the look on your face. Time to live out your biggest fantasy.” And with the final word, you grab his cock, effectively silencing him as you line it up with your entrance before ever so slowly sinking down onto him. 

Your breath leaves you as he fills you, reaching depths inside you that you didn’t know could be reached. You both whine, the desperation tangible between the two of you as you finally bottom out, relishing in the way he fills you up so completely. 

“Holy shit you’re tight…” Jin pants, fingers digging into your waist. 

“Fuck~” You groan, bouncing yourself in his lap as soon as your body adjusts. Loud, breathy moans fall from your lips with each thrust, obsessed with the feeling of Jin’s cock inside you. He holds you flush against him, your chests pressed together as he helps you move on his length. 

“Feels good, huh?” He mutters in your ear. “Regret not doing it sooner?”

“Shut up, Seokjin.”

After only a few minutes, you feel someone else’s hands on you from behind and recognize them as Namjoon’s. He caresses your back before one of his hands lands on top of Jin’s, the other placing a hard smack on your ass and jostling you in Jin’s lap. 

“J-Joon~” You whimper as he leans against you, pressing his hard length against your ass. 

“You look so fucking hot on hyung’s cock.” Namjoon growls in your ear. “Let me fuck you too.”

You can only nod, arching your back for Namjoon as you press yourself against Jin’s chest harder, forcing him to lay down with you on top of him, both of you looking over your shoulder at Namjoon as he situates himself between both of your legs, his palm smoothing over the small of your back as you push your hips towards him, begging him to fill you already. 

Namjoon finally gives you what you want; you feel the cold press of his fingers spreading a dab of lube against your ass before you finally feel his cock against you, pushing forward with purpose. He quickly slides past your puckered rim, a bit faster than comfortable, but it feels so good you don’t ask him to stop, your core contracting rapidly around Jin.

You cry out when they’re both fully seated inside you, never having felt so full in your life, feeling like your body might rip in half from the pleasure. You pant harshly against Jin’s shoulder as Namjoon pulls back and thrusts into you, slowly at first, getting you used to the sensation before his pace increases, along with Jin’s. It’s a deliciously tortuous feeling, Namjoon thrusts in, Jin pulls out, Jin pushes in, Namjoon pulls out; the two of them making sure that you’re always filled by at least one of them as they slide against each other inside you. 

Any semblance of control you had left is long gone, your mouth hanging open, whimpering from the stimulation as Jin alternates between whispering encouragement and dirty nothings in your ear.

You hear Jimin whine next to you, but you’re too wrapped up in the cocks inside you, you can't even turn your head to watch as him and Jeongguk both find their highs, you can only listen to the addicting sounds coming from both of them, only serving to spur you on further.

“Doesn’t she feel good, hyung?” Namjoon grunts, slamming into you extra hard for emphasis. 

“Fuck, she feels amazing.” Jin groans, fingers digging into your waist. “I always knew she’d have a tight cunt.”

“Worth the wait?” You can feel Namjoon raise an eyebrow as he teases the older boy.

“Anything for this.” Jin admits, squeezing a hand between your bodies to pinch a nipple. “I can’t wait to feel her cum.”

“J-Jin~ Joonie~” You moan in response, feeling the familiar swirl begin to form in your stomach, alerting Namjoon who immediately catches on. 

“Mm, she’s close.”

“Good, because I am too.” Jin huffs, thrusting up into you with purpose now as the promise of release closes in on him. 

“Y/N-ah, be a good girl and cum for Jin hyung, yeah?”

“Uh huh~” You sigh against Jin’s shoulder, trying to focus only on the feeling of pleasure coursing through your body at full speed.

You feel Jin’s hand slide down to your center and quickly locate your clit, his long, agile fingers rubbing tight circles around it, bringing you up to the edge and throwing you off of it before you can even think.

“Fuck, yes~!” You grip Jin’s shoulders tightly as your whole body shakes, toes curling as your core convulses unforgivingly around both Jin and Namjoon. 

Jin’s first, his head falling back against the blankets and the most erotic sounds falling from his lips as he pulls you down against him, burying himself as deep as possible inside you, his hot release filling what his length can’t reach. 

Namjoon follows close behind, growling low in his chest as he slams his hips against you one last time before relishing in the feeling of you contracting around him. Namjoon is the first to pull out, helping you off of Jin as well before the three of you collapse into a pile on the floor, catching your breath.  

“Shit…” Jin gasps beside you, staring up at the ceiling. 

You watch Namjoon as he sits up, scooching over next to Jeongguk, the younger hybrid still hard as ever, to lock their lips back together. You groan at the sight as Jeongguk pulls Namjoon against him, his hand falling to the elder boy’s length and squeezing it tightly. Namjoon whimpers at the touch, his cock quickly reacting as it hardens before you watch Namjoon give in to Jeongguk, letting him be the dominant one this time. Jimin settles himself on Jin’s other side, the three of you watching with fascination as Jeongguk and Namjoon growl and whine at each other as their tongues wrestle. 

“Jin hyung.” Jimin coos, grabbing Jin’s chin between his fingers. You watch Jimin turn Jin’s face toward his own before their mouths press together hungrily, Jimin’s tongue flashing pink as it slips into his elder’s mouth. Your eyes are drawn down as their lengths both begin to stir again, twitching as they brush against each other, both of them whimpering at the sensation. 

You sit back in amazement, watching the four of them caress each other until Jeongguk flips Namjoon onto his stomach and quickly climbs on top of him, pinning him to the bed with his body as he spreads Namjoon’s cheeks apart, squeezing lube onto his throbbing hole and spreading it around with his fingers, listening to Namjoon’s sweet moans, as Jeongguk immediately slides three fingers inside, readying Namjoon for what you know will be a stretch.

After Namjoon begs him, Jeongguk relents, pulling his fingers out and pressing his cock against Namjoon’s entrance, slowly breaching him. Your core slickens again as Jeongguk’s length disappears inside Namjoon, the two of them pressed together as Jeongguk bottoms out, Namjoon panting harshly from the breadth of Jeongguk spreading him wide. 

You don’t realize you’re whining at the sight until Jimin tugs you down back in between himself and Jin, your chest pressing against Jimin’s as his hands find your waist, pressing kisses to your shoulders as Jin’s hands grip your ass, squeezing it tightly. 

“One more?” Jimin mumbles in your ear, licking a stripe up your neck with want. 

“Please.” You breathe, pulling Jimin’s lips to yours. 

You can feel him smirk into the kiss, his hands joining Jin’s as they roam your body, pressing and pinching and squishing every spot they can find until you can feel both of their cocks pressing against you, one on each side. Jimin gives you one last kiss before he lifts your leg, sitting up to get a better look at your center.

“You have so much cum inside you baby.” Jimin observes, fingers dragging through your folds. “Does it feel good?”

“Mhm.” You mumble.

“Why don’t we let Jin hyung fill you again, hm? As a treat. Is that okay?”

“Y-yes.” You nod, the thought of Jin raw in your ass making your core clench around nothing.

“Good girl.” Jimin states, taking a minute to enjoy the view as he slickens Jin’s length, loving the sounds that leave Jin’s lips as he does. Jimin reaches down and then you feel Jin’s tip press against you. “Okay hyung,” Jimin guides him. “Nice and slow.”

Jin’s hands find your waist, gently pressing his waiting cock into you as he groans into your neck. You throw your head back, your breathing picking up as his thickness spreads you open. You whimper from the slight sting as his widest part breaches you, but Jimin is quick to slather more lube around your hole, making it infinitely easier as Jin finally fills you, both of you letting out staggered moans. 

“Shit…” Jin gasps, his breath hot on your ear.

“Fuck, noona you always looks so good with a cock inside you.” Jimin whines, quickly laying back down as he readies himself to join Jin.

One of Jin’s hands join’s Jimin’s under your knee, helping to hold your leg up as Jimin aligns himself with your entrance and quickly pushes his hips forward, making you whine as he situates himself inside your wet heat, his cock only serving to fill you that much more.

Your head spins as both of them begin to thrust, obsessed with the way they feel; Jin as deep in your ass as he can go, filling you deliciously, followed by Jimin stretching your walls so amazingly that you have to focus on anything else, lest you cum too fast from the stimulation. Their bodies press against you, sandwiching you between them with each thrust, as you grip Jimin’s shoulders to hold both your body and your mind steady, a haze of pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

Jimin. Jin. Jimin. Jin. Over and over their lengths satiate the need between your legs; hot, breathy moans falling from the lips of all three of you as your core squeezes them again and again. You hear several groans coming from the pair next to you as well, but are too busy attempting to ground yourself to this plane of existence to chance a glance over at what you’re sure is a beautiful display of both hybrids' desperation for their final highs.

It isn’t until you feel another hand on your leg, that you look up to see Jeongguk staring down at you, hair plastered to his face with sweat, his eyes trained on your core with hunger. He disappears again, and a few moments later, you feel a tentative tongue flicking out against your skin. You and Jimin both sit up enough to see Jeongguk’s tongue starting to work you both, flitting between your clit and the base of Jimin’s cock.

Jeongguk’s mouth wanders before finding Jimin’s balls, sucking the delicate flesh into his mouth. Jimin drops his shoulder as he hides his whimpers in your neck, allowing a glance at Namjoon, who stays on his side, head turned toward you, watching intently with a smirk on his face, his expression alone causing you to clench down on Jimin, forcing him into his release as he thrusts one last time, burying himself deep as his hot cum adds to the mess already inside you. 

“Fuck~” Jimin can’t handle the squeeze of your walls any longer, quickly pulling out and laying on his back beside you, his remnants dribbling out as he does, leaving only Jin inside you as the eldest continues to fill you, slowly, purposefully as he presses wet kisses to your neck. 

“N-Noona…” Jeongguk mumbles, almost laying on top of Jimin as he scrambles to take the blonde boy’s place. “You didn’t cum yet, did you?” He asks, sliding a hand between your bodies and locating your clit, brushing against it with his fingertips. “I-I can help you.”

You can only nod in response, tugging Jeongguk’s body closer. You only half pay attention as Jeongguk rolls onto his back, tugging you with him as he instructs Jin to follow. Jin obeys, getting up on his knees behind you, his length never leaving you as you straddle Jeongguk’s waist. The younger boy wastes no time in situating your hips on top of him, sliding you down onto his length once more. It’s less of a shock this time, having already been on his cock once today, but the stretch is still immaculate, and with both of them being so much thicker than you’re used to, it’s a miracle you’re able to hold back your release as you teeter on the edge. You can’t cum yet, not when it feels this amazing. 

You lean down and tug Jeongguk’s bottom lip into your mouth, flicking his lip ring with your tongue before slipping it past his lips, moaning unabashedly into his mouth as he begins fucking up into you. The new position allows Jin to pick up his pace, gripping your waist tightly as his hips finally smack into yours, filling your ass to the hilt as Jeongguk does the same to your core. You’ve never felt a fullness like this in your life, your mind failing you as the only sensation you can feel at this point is euphoria; it fills every inch of you, flooding every nerve ending, every receptor in your body intoxicated by the pleasure. 

Jin’s first; collapsing on top of you from the feeling of his orgasm overloading his brain, gasping as his sticky release fills you to the brim before he has to pull out, falling back behind you as he joins Namjoon and Jimin in watching. 

Now that he doesn’t have to worry about Jin, Jeongguk sits up with you pressed to his chest, holding you in his lap as he slows his pace, thrusting up into you with purpose, his hips pressing against your ass as your body greedily takes the entirety of him inside of you. His tip rubs into your g-spot hard as you gasp for air, suddenly lightheaded as that familiar feeling swirls aggressively in your stomach. 

Jeongguk’s next; crying out your name as he drops you on his length, filling you all at once as you feel his release spurting inside you, listening to his sweet whimpers as the tip of his cock is thrust harshly into your spot.

“Fuck~!” You come undone in a matter of seconds, moaning loudly as Jeongguk pulls you close, trembling in his arms. He allows you to bury your face in his neck as your orgasm wracks your body, your core spasming dramatically around him, drawing out both of your highs. You see stars in every color behind your eyes as you squeeze them shut, arms wrapped tightly around Jeongguk’s neck as his length pulses inside you. 

You remain wrapped around Jeongguk as he lays back next to Jin, the three of you attempting to catch your breath; dizzy and exhausted, everything just a little fuzzy around the edges of your vision as you come to. Jeongguk’s breathing evens out rather quickly and you look over to see him fast asleep, chuckling to yourself.

“He’s just like Joon.” You giggle, lifting yourself off of him as you hiss from sensitivity. “Already asleep.”

“Noona,” Jimin appears in front of you in his boxers and you smile. “Here.” He hands you a bottle of water as you sit down on the bed and you take it, drinking like you’ve been in the desert as Jin does the same next to you. “Are you alright?” He asks, cupping your cheek.

“I’m good. Just tired.” You assure him before turning to Jin as you point a thumb behind you at Jeongguk.. “Are his heats always like that?” 

Jin nods. “Yeah he gets them pretty bad. Usually needs five or six before he can take a break.”

“Damn.” Namjoon mutters. 

You sigh, flopping back on the blankets. “Damn is right. I’ll be lucky if I can walk tomorrow.”

“Ah, I-I’m sorry.” Jin states.

“I’m just kidding.” You smirk, giving Jin’s arm a squeeze. “Well, kind of.”

“Do you want to shower love?” Namjoon asks as he stands.

You nod. “Yeah, probably would be best. I feel very… sticky…” You grimace as you realize just how true that statement is. “Should we just leave him?” You brush Jeongguk’s hair off of his face as he snoozes peacefully.

“Yeah I’ll wipe him down and he’ll shower when he gets up.” Jin explains. 

Namjoon offers you a hand and you take it, allowing him to pull you up, and then catching you when your legs don’t want to work right away. Jimin and Jin attend to Jeongguk while Namjoon leads you through the bedroom and into the bathroom, starting the shower for you as you tie your hair back and slide your thigh highs off. He helps you climb in and takes a washcloth, dampening it with warm water and gently washing you as you wince, gripping his shoulders to hold yourself up. A few minutes later, Jimin and Jin file into the bathroom, tossing soiled sheets into the laundry basket as they wait their turn. You can’t help but giggle at the way Jin holds his hands in front of his now soft length, covering himself like he didn’t just fuck you senseless. 

When Namjoon deems you clean, you change places with Jimin and Jin, allowing them to shower the sex off of them while Namjoon runs to grab you a change of clothes, returning quickly as you dry yourself off and handing you some pajamas to change into. 

The two of you head back out into the living room to find Jeongguk still fast asleep, boxers on. You smile, grabbing a blanket and laying it on top of him before plopping yourself down into the nest, pulling Namjoon down with you. 

“So,” You whisper, laying yourself on Namjoon’s chest as he tries to pick something to watch on the tv. “Was that everything you hoped for?”

He smiles, humming with delight. “It was perfect Y/N-ah, thank you.”

“I'm surprised you’re not asleep too.” You tease, looking over your shoulder as Jeongguk snores softly. 

“Me? Nah, I think it’s finally starting to slow down.” He sighs as Jimin and Jin walk over and situate themselves on the blankets with you; Jimin on Namjoon’s other side and Jin between you and Jeongguk. “Besides, I think you came more.” He snorts.

“Definitely not.” Jimin chimes in. “Jeongguk came the most, but hyung you were  second.”

“For sure.” Jin agrees from your other side, grabbing a blanket and pulling it up over you both. 

“Tired Jin hyung?” Namjoon smirks as the older boy lays back and closes his eyes. 

Jin nods as he snuggles up to your back. “I’m fucking exhausted now.”

“I think hyung’s right, we all deserve some rest.” Jimin states, grabbing a blanket for himself and Namjoon to share. “Before Jeongguk wakes up for round two.”

You all chuckle, settling down into the bed together. Jin’s body is warm as it presses against your back, and it isn’t long before your eyes feel heavy. You decide not to fight it, and allow yourself to fall into a heavy sleep.

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[sashasgunwound]

misses pt.2 - M.S

summary: in which you finally meet matt again after a year of no contact, trying to push out the truth from matt

warnings: use of y/n, not proofread, exbsf!matt, y/n used to like matt, no smut, angst, sad, mention of love next ->

You stared down at your shoes, the chill of the wooden bench seeping through your thin pajama pants, biting against your skin. Your hands moved restlessly, rubbing together to conjure any warmth they could find. Despite your best efforts to turn this visit into something positive, the loneliness crept in like a cold draft, impossible to ignore. You slipped in your earbuds, the faint sound of music filling your ears as you hummed along, trying to drown out the silence that pressed in from all sides.

Just a few years ago you were hanging out with all 3 of them. It was all so exciting, so new and cozy. Matt understood me, he knew me. So well. He could never be mistaken.

Matt made winter warmer and cozier. He made you wanna go drive around He made it fun to go to school. He made you fall in love with autumn. He made you fall in love. Fall. In. Love?

That word wasn’t familiar anymore to you, even though it was something you never spoke of.

You hate winter, for it reminds you of the biting chill in the air, And how unfriendly the snow can be, blanketing the world in its icy indifference.

You hate school, it reminds you of the hours of your life you’d spend with your love of your life, pouring out your soul to him. But all that time now felt it as if it was cut in the unseeing pieces of you crushed up and brushed under the rug

You hate autumn, you hate how all the leaves slowly fade away, curling into themselves, timidly hanging off the once full of life tree, now just a painfully sorrowful and uninviting sigh, and you just have to observe, the nature reversing the birth of something so beautiful, now reachings it’s end of it’s time. You can’t stop it.  

Just like you couldn’t stop Matt.

A few moments pass by, you sat alone as you tapped your shoes against the concert pavement along to the music, observing the nostalgic park that once used to be so colourful, now so dull.

You heard distant footsteps as your music wasn’t as loud, you still wanted to hear the trees swishing in the wind, and the cars humming against the road.

The footsteps come to a halt.

A tall figure stands, his hands in his hoodie pockets. “Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice, in an almost shocked or confused tone. The cold air puffs out of his mouth as he speaks.

You looked up, your brows furrowed, caught in the haze of memories that once brought comfort but now stirred only distress and nausea. The voice held a faint trace of familiarity. You stood slightly hunched, your puffer jacket as poofy as ever, hands buried deep in your pockets, desperately seeking warmth.

“Matt?”

Your jaw dropping almost immediately. Your stomach stringing knots, a feeling that brings you comfort. Whenever you saw Matt that feeling would never go away.

“What the- What’re you doing here?” He asked me, pulling out one of his hands from his pocket to rub his neck.

You suddenly couldn’t speak, anxiety cripples over you. I can’t mess this up.

Is this a dream? 

Your voices get caught in your throat.

“U-um, I’m just- trying to get a break from all the work.” You cleared your throat. 

Obviously you wouldn’t say; ‘I’m just so in love with you I can’t get over you and I needed to come here and reminisce all the times we had together in this park. And how I almost confessed to you but Chris and Nick both felt sick so you had to drop me off and I never even thought of doing it again.”

“Oh, obviously.” He shook his head. “Um, it’s weird to see you here, at 5- almost 6am.” He chuckled dryly.

“Same to you. I thought- you were at L.A?” You took out your earbuds to hear his sudden urge to leave you and not only without a message, without an update or any contact.

His eyes widened at the sudden question. “Oh. About that, I’m sorry I never talked to you. I just- I couldn’t get the courage to tell you, that’d-” He cut himself off. His head falling into his free hand.

“I couldn’t tell you that I was moving there.” He said sternly. He rubbed above his eyebrows with his thumb and index finger. “I never understood why you wouldn’t tell me that, especially after you told me specifically that you’d never move there.” 

You let out a heavy sigh, the hurt and frustration clear in your voice. But none of that mattered—you needed to know what was running through his mind at that very moment.

“Our manager, we just listened to her. And I feel like I just betrayed you– And I know, I’m so, so, so sorry.” His brows furrowed, a silent plea in his eyes, desperate for you to understand.

You shook your head softly and chuckled. “You know me. You. know. me, Matt. That’s the crazy thing.”

You got up from the bench, and a gust of wind made shivers run down your spine. The dawn’s threatening wind howls at you, expressing that suppressed anger you felt rushing through your blood.

“I wouldn’t ever get mad at you for leaving to move to L.A, yeah sure I’d be confused but that’s the thing. I love you enough to understand.” You spat out, your brain not registering anything. You were fuming in anger. Tears brimming your eyes, you just wish it could all stop and it’d just be a crushing and unforgettable nightmare.

“I love you?” He repeated. He tried to hold in his sadness.

“Why didn’t you tell me this?” He asked, his voice a fragile whisper, nearly lost in the mournful wails of the wind.

You didn't even feel surprised, not a flicker of shock or self-reproach in your eyes. You just spoke the words, as if they'd been waiting on your lips all along.

You meant every word—you loved him, and you had for what felt like an eternity.

Since freshman year. Now you’re in your 3rd year of University. Seven years of silent eye contact stretched far beyond their welcome, A longing gaze that lingered longer than either of us ever imagined. What began as a fleeting moment has swelled into a restless ache, A quiet storm that stirs the heart and keeps me awake at night.

“I didn’t tell you because it would ruin everything I wanted not to slip away from my grasp, I didn’t want my love to drive me away from this– and not that it worked, you still left. You left a hole through my already tender heart. I haven’t healed, not even a bit. I’m sore, I can’t sleep, can't eat. I can’t do anything.” You sniffled, desperate tears, threatening to escape, tingling your inner corners of your eyes. Leaving them red.

“You tore a jagged hole through my tender, forgiving heart,

Vanishing as if you were never meant to be seen.

You slipped away, a shadow in the night—

Quietly, cruelly, and without a trace of regret.”

Is exactly what I journaled in my book almost every time. It was the only way I could express it.

Words were my thing.

Our thing.

I’m sorry,

I loved you.

erm so this is very bad i hate the way i worded it but i think it turned out better than expected. (but i still dont like it)

tags: @starkeyszn

comment to be added to the taglist :)

[lavandulawrites]

Yandere Bungo Stray Dogs men on their first date with their darling: Chuuya and Tanizaki

Yandere Chuuya x reader, yandere Tanizaki x reader

Chuuya is such a gentleman and Tanizaki can be quite frightening at times

Warnings: mention of violence. Tanizaki and Naomi have a normal sibling relationship and are normal siblings.

Masterlist

Word count: 1208

Chuuya

The restaurant’s lights were dimmed creating an intimate atmosphere. Soft jazz playing from a grand piano, the pianist an older man dressed in a elegant suit. The sound of wine glasses clinking together distant. You were seated in a more scheduled spot, perfect for soft whispers and lingering touches. In front of you were a plate of a delicate decorated lasagna. It was clear that the chef had taken their time on preferring your meal.

Chuuya was sitting opposite of you with a wine glass in hand. The red liquid swishing slightly around as he gently rolled his hand taking a whiff of the sweet aroma. In front of him where a plate of pasta carbonara.

“This place is really nice and the lasagna is amazing!” you beamed. You took a bite of your lasagna and hummed in delight, the flavours were melting on your tongue.

“I am glad you like it. I am a regular here actually” Chuuya smiled. His blue eyes filled with love.

“It’s not hard to imagine why. Their food really are something else” you turned your attention back to your plate. You were quite nervous. It was your first date with the handsome man.

He chucked slightly at your nervous expression. His laugh deep and as smooth as honey, making you blush slightly. “I am glad you could make it today” he placed his glass down with a soft clink.

“Yeah me too. My boss was kind enough for letting me go early” you nodded.

“You know… Stress is really bad for you” he repositioned himself in his seat and leaned forward on his elbows. “Have you considered taking a week off? I have plenty of holiday houses” his voice soft, but his eyes poorly concealed worry and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Thank you for your offer, but I don’t think I am able to” you sighed.

His brows furrowed and he leaned back in his seat. “And why is that?”.

You fiddled nervously with your pearl bracelet. “It’s a lot to do at work at the moment. The only reason to why I got to go early today is because I have been working every day these past two weeks”.

He looked at you with a brow raised in disappointment. “You have been overworking yourself” his voice stern and disappointed. He looked at you for a moment before he opened his mouth “You should go on vacation with me. We could perhaps go to Paris. Wouldn’t that be nice?”.

“Chuuya… I can’t just do that. Did you not listen to what I just said? I appreciate your concern, but I cannot simply drop everything and take some days off” you shook your head.

“You can” he intertwined his hands and placed his head on them, leaning forward. “You definitely can. All you need to do is resign” his expression completely serious.

You looked at him with disbelief. “I know I haven’t known you for that long, but I have known you long enough for me to say that you really do need a break. You can always live with me. That way you wouldn’t need to work so much, since you wouldn’t need to worry about your rent. I have plenty of room in my penthouse” he smiled. His canine chanting the light making it glisten. He really was charming.

“I can’t do that”

“Of course you can. I have more than enough money” he furrowed his brows in slight annoyance. He picked up his glass and took a sip, he closed his eyes and hummed at the sweet taste. “Let’s not talk about this anymore. I will let you think about it” he smiled warmly. You could see obsession and determination swirling in his blue eyes.

Tanizaki

Tanizaki nervously pulled on the red hem of his hoodie. His eyes flickering between you and the window of the cozy French styled café. You only glanced at him out of the corner of your eye finding his behaviour cute. “Do you know what to order?” you asked the ginger as you nodded at the menu in his hands. His knuckles were white from his tight grip. He shot his gaze towards you and pink blush crept over his cheeks.

He nodded. “Y-yes…” he quacked out. “I will take a Croque Madame”.

Your eyes scanned over the menu “I will take a sourdough sandwich”.

You was about to rise to your feet to order when Tanizaki put his hand on your arm. “I will order” his lips pulled back in a small smile. You nodded and watched him making his way over to the counter.

With giddy steps he walked over to your table with a tray. “I ordered us both a caramel latte” he smiled as he took a seat.

“Thank you Tanizaki” you smiled at the ginger.

“Don’t mention it. It’s my treat” his eyes were beaming. He picked up his cutlery before he put it down again, eyes looking intensely into yours. “Thank you for agreeing to go out with me. I really appreciate it” his expression genuine.

“No need to thank me. I am glad you asked me out Tanizaki. I should be the one thank you”

His lips curled into a smile “Please call me Junichiro”

You nodded. “How’s your week been? I read in the newspaper that the amount of crimes have skyrocketed, so the agency must have been quite busy I assume”.

He nodded. “Yeah it have been quite hectic, but thanks to you I have managed” he whispered the last part while he looked down on his plate.

“I am sorry? I didn’t quite catch that”

“Oh! It’s nothing!” his cheeks where as red as his hoodie. “What about you then? How has your studies been?” his head tilted slightly in interest.

You sighed. “Well my studies are going well. The other night I got almost robbed by some random guys. It turns out that one of the guys are my friend’s ex. He decided to take revenge on me to get to her, even though I hadn’t done anything. I didn’t even know him!” you rolled your eyes and huffed in frustration.

“What did you say?” his voice eerie silent. You looked back at Tanizaki and your over dramatic expression fell. His eyes were darkened and his mouth twisted into something akin to a growl.

“It happened two days ago, it’s okay. We sorted it out. He even got in trouble with the police” you raised your hands as to calm him down.

His eyes were narrowed and his brows furrowed. He lips pulled back into a snarl. He was truly terrifying. “I should rip him apart for hurting you” his voice a low growl.

“Junichiro!” you glared at him.

“I should carve out his eyes and feed it to some strays. THIS WILL NOT GO UNPUNISHED!” his face was twisted in rage fitting a rabid dog.

You gently placed your hand on his. “Please calm down. Let’s just enjoy lunch together okay?” you plastered on a face smile, trying to convince him to drop it.

His hazel eyes scanned yours, before they softened. “Of course” he smiled. “I still won’t forgive him though. He will get as he deserves” his left eye twitching.

[kkeidawrites]

A Gemstone’s Worth

Welcome to Day 29 of Blacktober!

The next day arrives and Bruce Wayne is driving through downtown Gotham City as he makes his way to the irate woman he had met the night before.

Her secretary has claimed that she was currently in her office at the parlor today and this was a great opportunity for him to give her some information about what his brokers had done behind closed doors.

As he arrived at L/n Styles, Bruce could see that the area where the store was located was just a ways off of where the shopping district is located and would hope that it was getting just as much revenue as the other stores.

The storefront was painted with white and grey accents and neon aesthetics, a cozy greeting for those who entered. It had a window that displayed three mannequins, styled with both street fashion and jewelry, along with the prices.

Entering the store, Bruce adjusts the Manila folder tucked under his right arm and looks around the store, rows of clothes were neatly lined up on racks, each color coded and style wise on each metal frame.

“Hello, welcome to L/n Styles!” He looks to his left and sees a young girl come up to him. Her style was streetwear with a touch of goth and her hair was long and bright blue.

“Can I help you with anything? Looking for anything special?” She asked professionally.

“Just the owner. I was told that she would be here today.” Bruce says and the young girl hums in thought.

“Ms. L/n doesn’t allow anyone in her office unless it’s an appointment. Did you have an appointment set up with her?” She asks tilting her head.

Her name tag read: Luda and Bruce digs in his pocket to take out his business card, handing it to her.

“I would appreciate it if you would give this to her, Miss Luda. It’s imperative that I speak with her.” Bruce insists and Luda shrugs before leaving to head to the back of the store.

Bruce takes this time to look around the store, taking note of the intricate details and makings of the store. It really fit a young people and teenager audience unfortunately Bruce wasn’t too understanding of fashion.

“Mr. Bruce Wayne?” Luda calls and he looks up to see the young girl waving him over to her.

Walking over to her, Luda parts the curtains that leads to the back of the store and motions Bruce to enter.

“Ms. L/n is down this hallway to the right, you can’t miss it.” She instructs.

“Thank you.” He says and Luda hums in response leaving him with a swish of the curtains adjusting back in place once she’s gone.

Bruce follows her instructions and is now standing in front of a tall white arched closed doorframe. Knocking, he waits for the command to come inside.

“Come in, Mr. Wayne.” He heard the tired voice of Y/n speak through the door.

He twists the silver knob and pushes the door open to reveal a quaint office that fit the aesthetic of the storefront.

Writing on a piece of paper, Y/n was busy making sure that all the money that she spent this month was balancing with the amount in her ledger.

“You can have a seat. I’ll be right with you.” She tells him.

Bruce does so and checks out the decor on her desk especially the photo that sat on the left of her pencil cup. In the photo was a picture of two women, twins hugging one another with bright smiles on their faces and a man with both his hands on top of their heads.

“So,” Y/n begins and sets down her pen, looking up at him with her hands folded in front of her.

“You have information on what is going on with your company and mine?” She gets straight to the point.

Bruce pulls out the folder and sets it on the desk, opening it to show a stack of paper clipped forms inside. He hands the stack over to Y/n who looks over the paperwork, flipping to the next page to read over each one.

“The first two pages are apart of a contract that one of the brokers investing in my company has signed. It would seem that they had added a clause involving your store and has been taking 40% of the shares since the start of this year.” Bruce explains.

“And you just so happened to just find out about this?” Y/n questions as she flips through the rest of the paperwork, seeing that they were obsolete to what she needed to know.

Bruce waits patiently as the woman continued to read the documents in hand. He then jumps back in his chair as the stacks of paper is thrown into his face, falling into his lap.

“What-“

“I think you’re full of shit, Mr. Wayne,”Y/n folds her hands on her desk again and gives him a blank look.

“You’re not going to just say that and think everything will be all good after what’s happened to my family business. I lost money, lots of money because you didn’t read the fine print, my business is at a point where I could lose it. So, I would suggest you and I swap our lawyer’s information because I am officially going to take you to court.” Y/n declares and Bruce’s eyes widen.

“Wait, Miss. L/n that is not necessary, I’m sure we can come to a conclusion-“

“Either hand me the information or I’ll call security to escort you out of my store. There should not be any more contact between you and me unless legal counsel is present.” Y/n slides over a pen and notepad then waits and Bruce sighs as he pulls out his phone and wrote down his lawyer’s phone number.

Y/n writes down her lawyer’s information and slides it over to him. Getting up, Y/n walks to her door and opens it, motioning for him to leave her office.

“Have a lovely day, Mr. Wayne.” Y/n says, not a once of sincerity in her tone. Bruce leaves and nods politely to her in passing.

Once Bruce is back in his car, the sigh that leaves him is long and full of aggravation. His phone rings in the cup holder and he picks it up, seeing that it was Alfred calling.

Answering it, Bruce puts it on speaker as he starts up his car.

“How did it go with Miss. L/n, sir?”

“Alfred, I need to have one of my suits ready for the next couple of weeks.” Bruce rubs his temples in annoyance.

“What for sir?”

“I’m officially being sued.” Is all he says and Alfred sighs through the phone.

“Well, I suppose this would happen sooner or later. Didn’t expect it to be so soon.” Alfred says.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Sir, there is an emergency beacon going off.” Alfred alerts

“Where?”

“I’m sending the coordinates to you now.” Bruce puts his car in drive to head into the city.

“Send the Batmobile to the coordinates I sent you, I’ll drop off my car and keep going from there.”

“Right away sir.” Alfred says and hangs up.

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The security alarm blared from inside the jewelry store while the one who was sitting on a velvet Victorian chaise was busy looking at the necklaces of geodes and gems.

Black Sparrow puts back the less valuable items in the display case and takes the ones she wants over to the counter. The store owner was cowering behind the register and the woman couldn’t care less about the fear he felt.

“Look, why don’t you be a nice little man and wrap these up for me? Make sure you wrap it up nice, they’re presents for someone special.” She smiles and the owner trembles as he takes the handful of geodes in his hands.

“But, these aren’t worth a lot, why take them?” The man questions.

“I have more important things to answer than that. Still don’t know why you even set the alarm off for, all I did was walk in.” Sparrow shrugs.

“Well, you were wearing that getup and I thought that you were like that Catwoman, thieving about through Gotham.” He stutters. Sparrow hums.

“Oh yes, she is actually very cool, beautiful as well but, she doesn’t necessarily steal, just takes and puts it back. Also I’m not stealing this stuff, I’m buying it from you.” She says.

The manager didn’t know what to say but, diligently grabs the small boxes filled with cushions and places each necklace into them.

Once all twenty boxes were packed and wrapped, Sparrow pulls out a wad of cash and hands over the right amount of money to the man. He carefully takes the money and pushes the three bags across the counter to her.

“Thank you sir, have a great day.” Sparrow offers a smile and walks out of the store. Her bags rustled against her hips as she walked down the street to look over her new purchases.

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure they will like these necklaces.” Sparrow mutters and walks over to a nearby building, climbing up the fire escape ladder.

Once she was at the top of the building, Sparrow runs and jumps over to the next building over and onto the next.

Batman just so happens to see her figure jumping from roof to roof and gets out of the Batmobile.

Sparrow saw the dark knight and put it in the back of her head, she didn’t have time for him right now and thought it best to lose him.

Jumping through a window of an abandoned building, Sparrow made her way down the steps it held and climbs out another window leading to the building she was heading to.

The Gotham Orphanage sat in its wake in the lower banks of the city of Gotham and Sparrow made her way up the stairs to walk through the double doors.

Children were busy playing around the building, some taking turns on the playground that was in the middle of the house and Sparrow puts a hand on her hip.

“Hey, where’s my hello?” She announces and almost all of the children come rushing up to her in excitement.

“Sparrow is back!” One boy yells.

“Welcome back, Sparrow!” A girl exclaims.

Sparrow brings the majority of them into a big hug, and then hugs the rest individually that wasn’t able to get the loving she had plenty to give.

“Hey everyone, look what I got you.” She pulls out the boxes and hands each one to the children. They all gasped and awed at the presents then look up at her.

“Well go on, open them!” She encouraged them and they all scamper into the living area to open their gifts. The necklaces they held up in their hands gleamed in the light and some even placed them around their necks.

“Now, you don’t have to wear them as a necklace if you don’t want to,” Sparrow says and gently takes one of the children’s necklace from them. She shows them how the chain can be shortened and the geode charm was put on, now fancied into a bracelet.

“It can also be a chain to hang on your jeans as well, so it’s very versatile.” Sparrow hands the bracelet back to the girl she demonstrated and she happily put the now bracelet on her wrist.

“Thank you!” They all chimed and run off to go and play.

The head director of the orphanage comes up to Sparrow with a tired smile. She was a middle aged woman with dark grey hair and green eyes.

“Giving them more jewelry again, Sparrow?” She asks and Sparrow shrugs.

“I even got you something Miss. Janis.” Sparrow hands over a small bracelet to the woman who takes it in her right hand.

“Thank you. But you know you need to stop spoiling these children.”

“I’ve always told the kids that they can do what they like with their jewels so it’s no harm in giving them more.” She says. Miss Janis nods but then frowns sadly.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, it would seem that the kids are handing over their jewelry to me for me to pawn it. The bills are beginning to pile up and I unfortunately don’t have any other options in order to pay for the house to stay running.”

“What? I thought the city was taking care of the expenses?” Sparrow asked, shocked.

“Just the food and clothing but not the property itself. I’m afraid we have another year left before we have to move out.” She said.

“I’ll get the money for you-“

“Sparrow, I don’t want you to worry about that, I’ll figure something out with the other directors. You just keep coming to see these children, they really love you.” She said and came close to hug her. Sparrow squeezed her close and sighed.

“Well get through this my dear, don’t you worry.”

“All I do is worry.” Sparrow pulls away.

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This was suppose to be out yesterday but, my tumblr is acting up. Enjoy, make sure to like, reblog, and comment!