#their clothes frustrate me hahahaha

[cubbihue]

The other anom reminded me that I don't think I ever sent in this thought

Idk if you're into genshin (I get if not lol) or how much you know about it.

But one character, Bennett, has terrible look but is still extremely driven by his goals and hopes to achieve them one day. Seriously he's way too optimistic for his own good (/aff)

When you originally mentioned anti fairies causing bad luck and feeding off hope, I instantly thought of him

HSABDKASHDBAK

God, yeah, he'd get anti-fairies too. Practically anybody that's emitting bad luck would attract them! Thankfully, Anti-Fairies don't really go out to the human world much thanks to Irep and Anti-Cosmo's doing.

[gumii-bearr]

idea maybes

academic rival/nerd satoru… him acting all high and mighty and then is an utter virgin (but you are tew so you too together are hopeless)

YESSSSSSSS HAHAHAHA

thinking about... ❝ hopeless nerds ❞

featuring... satoru gojo

content warning: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, nerd!virgin!gojo, nerd!virgin!reader, academic rivals, two dorks, gojo is such an asshole, smut, creampie, praise kink, masturbation, inexperienced dorks tryna bang, dare i say crybaby dom gojo, sexual tension, somnophilia, sexually frustrated nerds

author's note: im sorry i haven't posted in a while!!!! my town has flooded and we've lost power a few times and i can't leave my house :,)

── nerd!gojo immediately pissing you off the moment he opens his fucking mouth.

── nerd!gojo who shares a few classes with you and he's always talking over you, has to prove your points wrong even when you back them up with facts and research.

── he does it to make you mad, you know he does. he does it because it's so easy to make you mad and it's fucking cute how your nose scrunches and how you fold your arms over your chest and give him the cold shoulder the rest of the lesson.

── "fuck you, satoru."

── "oh you wish, sweetheart."

── nerd!gojo who purposely sits next to you in class because he knows his presence drives you up the wall.

── he points out holes in your research, steals your pens off your desk, leans on your shoulder and stays there no matter how much to elbow his side, there is no peace with him.

── nerd!gojo who is tied for best grade in the class with none other than you. and fuck it makes him mad, though he would never admit it.

── nerd!gojo who teases you when you're even a single point behind him when you get your grades back.

── nerd!gojo who never hears the end of it when you do better than him on a test or essay.

── nerd!gojo who may find you annoying, but he also finds your competitiveness and smart-ass demeanour fucking hot.

── you're the only person to ever one-up him. give him a run for his place as the smartest guy in class.

── you're single-handedly his motivation to do better in class. not because he wants to, but because he needs to win.

── you're so smug when you win and you're so hot-headed when you don't. he starts to find it fucking confusing when you bicker with him or insult his intelligence and he finds it... hot.

── you could be calling him every colourful name under the sun and he would just stand there and take it with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face and his eyes peeking over his sunglasses and staring at your pretty lips.

── nerd!gojo who is also virgin!gojo, which you would never have guessed with how he holds himself– always so outwardly confident and always has soooo much to say.

── virgin!gojo who has maybe kissed two girls his whole life, forced to hole himself up in his dorm and fist his cock when he's so beyond frustrated.

── virgin!gojo who finds himself starting to think about... you.

── virgin!gojo who thinks about burying his virgin cock inside you, fucking you stupid on his cock since you always seem to have something to say.

── you find it fucking weird when he doesn't shoot back with a sarcastic comment one morning, his eyes unable to meet yours.

── now you know something's wrong because it always makes gojo's day when he sees your face flush and watches you stomp around all angry and annoyed at him.

── virgin!gojo who doesn't know what to do when he's cornered by you in the library, and for the first time, he sees you be genuine toward him.

── "aw, you care about me."

── "you know what? forget it."

── virgin!gojo who knows he needs to just shut his big mouth for once and he finally does– by slamming you against the closest bookshelf and messily kissing you like his life depends on it.

── virgin!gojo who realises he's super out of practice when it comes to kissing... or maybe you're both bad.

── virgin!gojo who panics when he gets you back to his dorm room, clumsy fingers pulling your clothes off while you nervously pull at his.

── it's slow and it's messy and there's very obviously an elephant in the room that neither of you want to address.

── but you finally bite the bullet.

── "i'm a virgin."

── "you telling me no one's ever wanted to fuck that bitchy attitude out of you?"

── "don't piss me off."

── virgin!gojo who admits he too is a virgin.

── the two of you acknowledge that there's been a sexual tension brewing between you two for a while... so maybe you should just fuck it out.

── virgin!gojo who sinks to his knees, throwing your thighs over his shoulders and pressing his curious tongue against your soaked slit.

── no one's ever touched you like that– you're getting riled up just seeing him between your thighs.

── virgin!gojo who is finally fucking quiet and lets you show him when you guide him on how to finger you. you show him where to touch you, how to touch you, where to lick and suck on you.

── and virgin!gojo who listens and he's a fast learner because he wants to please you.

── and when virgin!gojo finally sinks his huge fucking cock inside you. you nearly fucking scream.

── and virgin!gojo who has no idea he's big. no one's ever seen his cock, or felt it. he's had nothing to compare it to–

── "you're so fucking big."

── "oh, yeah? you like it, baby?"

── virgin!gojo who didn't think he'd like dirty talk as much as he does. but he likes how you whine and moan just from his voice, how he can rile you up and have you soaking his dick and the sheets just from telling you what a good girl you are.

── but also virgin!gojo who is a fucking whiner when he's getting close to his high. your virgin cunt is so warm and tight, he's never experienced such fucking bliss.

── he's whining about how good you feel, how he's never felt something so fucking mind-blowing. he just keeps fucking talking cus if he doesn't he's gonna cum.

── and virgin!gojo who fucking cries when he cums because he's on cloud fucking nine. his hips slap erratically, his thrusts are shallow and fast as he approaches his high and his fists curl into the sheets by your head to keep him grounded.

── and you just wrap your arms around his neck, hold him close as he breathes in your intoxicating scent, arms wrapped around you as he keeps his cock buried inside you alongside the ropes of cum he messily spilled inside you.

── and nerd!gojo who keeps his cock buried inside you all night, unable to part from your tight warmth.

── and you don't mind, you just pet his hair and tell him how good he did.

── and of course, nerd!gojo who wakes you up with quiet breathes by your ear, his hips slapping against your plush ass because he can't get enough of you.

── nerd!gojo who makes it his mission to make you cum. obsessed with watching you fall apart on his tongue and his fingers, or on his cock or his thigh.

── really just nerd!gojo who finds out a lot about himself and is no longer virgin!gojo because of you.

author's note: someone bring me a NERD RIGHT NOW

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[kaeyahiya]

"Unrequited Enemies" (NSFW)

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Pairing: Ayato x Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW/Explicit content, use of y/n if that bothers you,use of feminine parts, enemies to lovers (kinda), swearing, and mentions of marking, a little bit of angst, a little bit of smut

Disclaimer: This is intended for adult viewing only, I have plenty of SFW content on my master list so please check that out instead. I am strongly discouraging and actively not condoning the consummation of this content for anyone who is a minor.

Word count: 5687 OH MY GOD???

Authors note: This is LONG the longest thing I think I've written to date. This counts as like a full fic, should be like a multi chapter type beat. It's a long read but dare I say this might be my best work yet. Anway, I haven't written anything for Ayato bc he was a faceless ncp before I went on my hiatus.... I am also in love with man and couldn't stand the thought of this. Hence I'm writing a self serving fic bc I'm incredibly selfish rn and need some of this man in my life. Also I enjoy a good enemies to lovers troupe sue me!! ALSO ALSO THIS IS GENDERED HAHAHAHA finally if you see my master list it's all been GN so ha I did it. Anyway enjoy me being selfish 🧍🏻‍♂️(edit) Future self here... This took me almost a month to write, this turned into a novel and I apologize....

This will also be crossposted on my A03 probably bc of the girth of this beast. You can read it: Here if you prefer that interface better

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Working under the Kamisato's was a blessing. Truly it was. You considered yourself exceptional in hospitality and an ace seamstress. That's how the Kamisato clan sought you out.

Lady Ayaka was kind, the easy one to put it bluntly. Her tasks were normal simply as asking you to clean her linens or making small repairs on her formal wears. (Which Thoma would normally jump in to help, cleaning and sewing was also his forte). Genuinely, she was the nicest noble person you've ever seen, still managing to keep an air of excellence and gracefulness to her despite her overly kind nature. 

Working there is what kept you and your family fed and you were able to have a safe haven during the Vision Hunt Degree when being a vision holder yourself was hard to avoid.

However, working under the Kamisato's wasn't easy work by any means.

The head of the household was where the issue lied when it came to your work. Kamisato Ayato, you swear had it out for you since you arrived to work for them. One day he'd have you doing mundane tasks like taking inventory of the spices in the kitchen, and the next it would be making him tea over and over until it was the exact temperature he liked.

Not to mention all the constant repairs on his clothes you'd have to do, whether it be taking care of personal matters or training with his sister he'd always come back with piles of clothes in need of huge repairs.

You probably would have punched the pretty smirk off of "Lord Ayato's" face if it wasn't for poor Thoma keeping you afloat. You feel bad but while he cooks, you normally lament your frustrations to him. He'll occasionally offer his support or advice, since after all he's your senior and also a fellow outsider of Inazuma.

"Miss, your presence is requested in Lord Ayato's office." the guard locks eyes with you. You want to groan in agony, you were hungry and tired but still you mustered a smile. " I'll head over right now, thank you."  You say with a small bow. Once the guard exits you you finally let out a long groan looking to Thoma for support. "Can't you go instead, at least you can put up with his nonsense." You sigh exasperated.

After one particularly frustrating day of repairing both Lord Ayato's and Lady Ayaka's training wear entirely and aiding another with mending their Shinai Practice Swords (The bamboo ones, commonly used in kendo??), which were almost beyond repair. You find yourself once again in the kitchen with Thoma going on and on about the day before a dreaded guards men enter.

Thoma chuckles. "I believe a 'Miss' was summoned, I'd be scolded if I showed up, besides I'm cooking. Unless you wanna deliver food to the entire staff and the Lord and Lady." You wrap him lightly on the back of his shoulder. " Fine, but if I wind up dead it's your fault." You joke. You excuse yourself and exit the kitchen; then head for your doom, Lord Kamisato's office.

-

You stand outside his office, the dimly lit Shoji (those paper sliding door things?) showing the silhouette of menace himself just waiting for you.  "(Y/N) here My Lord." You grit your teeth. "You may enter." You can almost hear the sadistic smile in his voice. Sliding open the door you're immediately confused on why you are here.

Ayato looked right as rain, clean and on top of that his office looked organized and practically sparkling (you'll have to thank Thoma for that later), boba tea full, and a small before dinner snack fully eaten. What more could he need at this hour. "Ah yes, Miss (Y/N)" his eyes lock with yours. "I've seemed to have spilled ink on my clothes. I need them cleaned immediately before dinner is finished." Though the room was dimly lit, you could clearly see there was no ink anywhere on Ayato's clothing.

"My lord I don't-" before you can even finish getting the word's out, Ayato takes the ink on his desk and proceeds to dump its contents all over his clothing. All the while that signature sadistic smile plastered on his face. You face contorts, you try to conceal the seething hot rage from pouring out of your mouth. (Un)Luckily Ayato speaks first. "I'm sorry you were going to say something? Go ahead, I apologize for my clumsiness."

Your mouth opens but you quickly close it. You're dumbfounded. His informal attire is mostly white, similar to his training attire, getting ink of that amount out in such a short amount of time would be nearly impossible. As you continue to stand there in silence you can see Ayato absolutely blossom with happiness.

A few more seconds pass until you collect yourself enough to speak calmly. "I'll fetch you some other clothing to change into while I tend to your..." Your eyes narrow at him. " Accident. " Words laced with venom at the end. He nods, smiling. " Go ahead, I'll be right here. Do be quick though, I hear ink is a pain to get out the longer you leave it. " He smirks.

You bow rigidly before bolting out the door to his quarters to grab him some fresh clothing.  Returning to the lion's den, you announce yourself once more. "You may enter," Ayato calls out again. Sliding open the door he promptly stands up this time.

You don't say a word but hold out the clean clothes to him. "My my, that was fast." He smiles. You don't answer but begin to turn to exit so he can change in private.  "No need to be so shy. You're practically one of my retainers at this point. "

You quickly turn around deciding to face the door instead of him, face red with embarrassment this time. You hear the rustling of the rest of his clothes. After a few awkward quiet moments with your thoughts filled with annoyance and somehow Lord Ayato's bare chest and perfect stupid abs, he finally speaks again. "I'm dressed." You pivot to see him again, back in pristine condition, however not bothering to pick up the ink stained clothes off the ground.

Retainer??? Since when? Where's your pay raise? That's all that runs through your mind as you stare at him dumbfounded. You don't realize until you snap out of your train of thought Ayato has already started stripping, his bare chest on full display. "Miss (Y/N) I don't mind if you watch, but watching me so intensely is unnecessary." You didn't think that smirk could get any bigger but it does.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in and kneel to grab the stained clothes scattered around his feet. You go to grab a sleeve and the bastard has his foot still on the article of clothing. Giving it a little tug as a hint to move, Ayato simply looks down at you with a smile. "Oh my apologies, didn't realize I was standing on it and hindering your precious time to get those pesky stains out." He steps out of your way and plants himself back to his desk. Asshole is all that runs through your mind as you gather the clothes.

Once again you quickly excuse yourself and rush to the medical bay to grab some balls of cotton and rubbing alcohol. Storming back into the kitchen you decide you need to get this frustration out and combat this stain at the same time.

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You definitely startle Thoma as you slide open the Shoji with little to no care of its fragility. "Listen I'm sorry, Lord Ayato is fucking awful."  You say holding up the stained clothing to accentuate your point.

You recount your encounter with the Lord of the house to Thoma all the while desperately scrubbing the ink out with the rubbing alcohol. "He's a sadist Thoma, he hates me I'm sure of it. Why on earth would he do this." Thoma turns to the area of the table you're vigorously scrubbing at ,now almost finished with dinner at this point, offers you a pot of cold water and soap to help you finish cleaning the stain. "That's just Lord Ayato, and hey maybe it was a genuine mistake."  He shrugs. "Thoma, I saw him pick it up and dump it on himself."

You move over a bit to let Thoma work his laundry magic. Taking the garment from you, which was now almost its original color, he washes it in the aforementioned cold soapy water. After some more scrubbing he pulls it out. Looking as radiant as it did on Ayato before he went and soiled it.  "Thoma I'm sorry for roping you into this... I appreciate you." He smiles nudging you softly. " Stop that, you'd do the same for me if I needed that level of help. " You're glad Thoma is always here to save your ass. 

"I may have done the best I can but it won't dry before dinner, since I'm almost done with it." You grab your Anemo Vision and wave it in front of him and he lets out a 'Oh yeah...' before he smiles radiantly. "You got this then, dry it quick and as soon as you're done I'll serve dinner. Hopefully that'll buy you a bit of time. " You bow to Thoma, thanking him profusely. You exit the kitchen before running to the courtyard to swiftly dry the Lord's clothes with a little help from your Vision.

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After making quick work of drying the clothes. (Thank you Anemo Archon). You inspect the clothes one last time and decide they are pristine enough for him. Carefully folding them, you proceed to slide down the hall to Ayato's office once more. 

For the final time of the night you announce yourself. "Miss (Y/n) back so soon?" he says as you enter. His eyes narrow in on the clothes in your hands. "I'm more than pleased with your speediness. However, folding them will definitely crease them." You wordlessly unfold the clothes, gesturing to the creaseless stainless garments. "I see... Very well then, I will change after dinner."  

His eyes light up again and you regret opening your stupid mouth. "Ah yes, Thoma should be along with my dinner soon. My arms are awfully tired from writing documents all evening..." There it is again that fucking sadistic grin. "Stay here and feed me will you?" You can't stop the words from spilling out of your mouth. "What? Why?" Clapping a hand over your mouth. He didn't like that, you can tell as you watch sadism on his face fade to confusion. "Because you serve under me and I'm telling you to do so." 

Taking the clothes from your hands, Ayato purses his lips briefly as your fingers touch during the exchange.  You grimace at him, typical of him to be disgusted by touching you even for a millisecond. You quickly rearrange your face before asking the dreaded question. "Can I help you with anything else my Lord?"

Right. You forgot. You're supposed to be like Thoma, a loyal dog who does what it's told. Maybe that's what you're supposed to do but this was an outlandish request. However, knowing the wrath of Kamisato Ayato, you flop yourself in the corner in defeat, not bothering to put up a fight. You press your knees up to your chest, glancing at Ayato's, once again, happy smirk. He too proceeds to sit back down, at his desk.

A heavy silence fills the room as Ayato resumes his work. You want to yell at him, kick and scream, but overall you just wanted to cry. You're so embarrassed for what's to come and your mind is reeling. The tears brimming your eyes burn as you try to continue putting on a strong front. You refuse to let this asshole see you cry.

Thoma must be taking his time because amongst the scribbling mixed in with silence you have a lot of time to think. You evaluate your position. You signed up for this, but did you really? A maid sure, but dealing with a sadistic brat? No, that wasn't in the job description. Or maybe that was the plan all along, maybe it just happened along the way? You weren't sure at this point and you felt bitter and defeated.

"Lord Ayato?" Your voice comes out horse. "Hmm?" He questions. "Why do you trouble me with the most torturous and utterly embarrassing tasks?" You stare him down. He looks shocked you dare question his authority. He opens his mouth to answer? maybe yell at you? But as if the Archons themselves are taunting you, Thoma announces himself. "My Lord you dinner is ready, may I enter?" Ayato fixes his gaze on you for a second longer than needed before responding to Thoma. "Thoma. Yes, you may enter." He answers 

Thoma comes in hands full of all of the dishes Ayato requested tonight. He almost doesn't see you in the corner for a second but being the loyal retainer he is, the actual retainer of Ayato, he says nothing but shoots you a sympathetic glance. "Thoma, please let Miss (Y/n) help you with the rest of your food deliveries. I wish not to be disturbed the rest of the night." Ayato says using a voice he normally only uses when talking with other officials. It's cold, a lot colder than usual. The blood drains from your face and a knot forms in your stomach, you fucked up big time.  

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Three days. It was three days of terrifying tranquility, free of summoning from Lord Ayato.

Lady Ayaka assured you, as well as your job, were fine. The looming anxiety however had you on edge, you couldn't sleep fearing you'd be assassinated in the middle of the night. After all Kamisato Ayato hated being questioned, the only thing you were sure he hated more was you. Death would be the only solution right? 

You were in the courtyard, it was evening and everyone was eating dinner. Thoma approached you gently tapping your shoulder. "Dinner is ready for you in the maid's quarters... But uh, Lord Ayato wishes to see you in his quarters before dinner." He says sheepishly. You groan looking to Thoma “If you don't see me tomorrow, assume the worst." You joke but deep down felt your stomach drop. It had been three days of not seeing him, who knows what kind of punishment you'd receive. 

Thoma gave you a reassuring smile as you bid him farewell and headed from the courtyard to the personal quarters of Kamisato Ayato. It's not like you haven't been there before, but something still felt off about addressing your punishment not in his office but your room. 

So there you were, standing in front of the looming door to the man who was about to decide your fate. You swallow hard before addressing your arrival. "My Lord, (Y/n) here. Thoma said you requested my presence..." Your voice came out a lot shakier than you'd like to admit. Frankly you were terrified. There was, what felt like, an eternity of silence before he finally responded. "Come in."

Your hands waver as you pull the Shoji door open. It was almost pitch black inside Ayato's room. He was sitting under a Kotatsu with his dinner finished. His eyes immediately fixed on you as you entered. "Miss (Y/n) please sit. There's something I'd like to discuss with you." Fuck. Your family will be so upset if you lose this job, what will you do for work, where will you live? Sure you hate Ayato but you for the most part enjoy your job and- No no no you can't spiral right now. 

You suck in a composed breath and take a seat opposite him under the Kotatsu. "What is it, my Lord?" You ask meekly. He closes his eyes, sighing. "I.. You see.." He's uncharacteristically fidgety. "My sister has brought it to my attention that I've been causing you much strife lately." You want to laugh, lately he says, it's been since day one but okay sure. You grit your teeth. "As you said before, I serve under you. It's my duty, I suppose." You respond promptly. As much as it hurts your pride to admit you needed this job. You belong here and you won't go down without a fight. "I see." He says, sighing again. 

" (Y/n)... You loathe me do you not?" He locks eyes with you, as if boring directly into your soul. " My Lord, of course not. I'm grateful to serve the Kamisatos." He shakes his head. " Miss (Y/n), from the moment you arrived here you've seemed to take a disliking to me. I'm just trying to understand what started it. Please be cooperative." 

Huh? You? You're the problem in this situation? You know what fuck your job. "Kamisato Ayato, I do believe from the moment I arrived here you've made me do the most outlandish things and have, frankly, acted like a brat. If anyone hated anyone first it'd be you." You bang your fist on the table of the Kotatsu. "I'm a mere maid trying to make a living, not a babysitter or a toy for a spoiled noble's amusement." 

He has the audacity to laugh. "I'm sorry I seem to be missing the joke here my Lord. Please share so I too can laugh at the very serious call concerns I just raised." You glare at him. He smiles trying to suppress his laughter. "(Y/n) no one has ever talked to me like that before..." You pause. You've never seen Ayato look so pleased in your presence before. 

"Shamefully I'll admit, I enjoyed hearing your true feelings about me." He fidgets under the Kotatsu again. "For the record, I never hated you. I enjoy teasing you, and I'll admit I take things to an extreme. For that I apologize for the suffering I put you through." You're stunned at his apology. The head of the Kamisato clan apologized to you? " My Lord I..." Your words catch in your throat and all the anxiety built over the past three days spills out of your eyes. The one thing you swore you'd never do happens, you're crying in front of Ayato. 

Instinctively Ayato rushes to your side of the Kotatsu kneeling next to you handing you his handkerchief. You take it and turn away from him as you try to repress your sobs. "(Y/n) I'm so sorry, I didn't realize... I..." He turns you to face him. His face is almost unrecognizable, maybe from the blurry vision of your tears, but his face laced with pure concern and gentleness. "I apologize for being so bold to ask but my I... Hug... You?" H u h?  Your world feels like it's been turned upside-down. Ayato is being nice to you, and the craziest part is you kind of enjoy how it makes you feel. A half hour ago you would've never dreamed you'd be in this situation. 

You cautiously nod and Ayato gently pulls your much smaller form into his chest. You sniff, still calming down from your episode. Ayato gently strokes your back. It sends shivers down your spine but you don't... hate it?? You're conflicted at this moment. A man who was once so cruel to you is now being the perfect gentleman. 

While battling your thoughts Ayato fills the silence. "When my sister and I were young, she would often hurt herself by accident. While she cried, I'd hold her like this until she would calm down." You hum softly. You're unsure what to say. This whole situation feels like a twisted dream. You feel like any moment you'd wake up in your bed and the sinister Ayato you'd known up until now would return.

You glance up at him, his eyes are closed as he still is gently stroking your back. He looks peaceful, a small gentle smile on his face. You dare even concur he looks rather handsome like this. Your face turns red as you now realize the situation you're in. Kamisato Ayato is holding you. Even worse, you're enjoying it.

One of his eyes opens and peers down at you. His smile gets wider but remains gentle still. "Feeling better?" He asks. "I think so. I apologize for my outburst My Lor-" "Ayato..." "Huh?" "You can apologize but please use my name, not my title." You snort with a smile, there's the Ayato you know. "I apologize for my actions Ayato. For the record as well, I don't hate you either." 

You pause for a brief second confused by your own confession, then words continue to spill out of your mouth. "I think I hated the way you treated me and just assumed you hated me. Besides you'd make me do silly things and would cause problems just for me to fix, making my life harder, it was frustrating but..." Ayato tips your chin up from his chest. You both stare at each other in silence.

Whatever rambles you had in your mind vanished and all you can think about now is how pretty his eyes are and how you never noticed until right now.  Ayato leans down, your lips inches apart from his, you can feel the heat of his lips radiating on to yours. "May I be bold once more Miss (Y/n)?"  You say nothing, you're absolutely frozen so he continues. "I think I did all of that because I'm positively enamored by you." Then closes the gap between the two of you, kissing you.

His lips are soft and as his hand moves from your back to your waist you find yourself kissing him back. It's gentle but tender, all that pent up rage for the man you once loathed melts and in this moment it feels like you two are the only ones in the world. He pulls away first. You stare at him, he looks positively breathtaking now. His other hand runs a finger over your bottom lip then joins his other hand on your waist. "If you hate it please tell me to stop, and I will." You shake your head. "Please... Continue."

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His lips meet yours again this time with more passion. You wrap your arms around his neck and gently part your lips. Ayato takes this opportunity to deepen the kiss further, sliding his tongue gently into your mouth. His hands wonder about your body while he kisses you. You can't deny the sparks that follow in the wake of his touch. 

You part briefly to catch your breath and Ayato uses this as an opportunity to explore your neck. You tilt your head to the side giving him more access. He chuckles softly at your action. "So responsive." He teases against your neck. "Please keep your thoughts to yourself and keep kissin-" He bites down on your neck leaving whatever grip you had planned to die in throat and gets replaced with a soft moan. He lavishes the bite with his tongue and you're positive that's gonna be a mark you'll have to cover tomorrow morning. He tugs at the corner of your kimono staring into your eyes asking for silent permission to continue. 

Taking the hint you boldly slide down the shoulder of your kimono to let him continue. He smirks as continues his conquest from your neck to your newly exposed collarbones. Placing soft kisses on them while making quick work of sliding the top half of your kimono off, leaving the excess fabric to hang around your waist. The cold night air hits your skin leaving your exposed top half covered in goosebumps. Ayato reaches around to your back feeling for the clasp of your bra. "May I?" His voice comes out soft, filled with lust against the shell of your ear. "Please." You whimper.   He skillfully unclasped the bra freeing your breasts from the confines. Instinctively you cover your, your face bright red with embarrassment with another realization Kamisato Ayato, your boss, is about to see your naked body. 

Ayato wraps a warm hand around your wrist, planting a kiss on the inside of it. "If you're nervous we can stop here. If not..." His eyes wander to his bed, which is partially skewed from your vision due to the folding screen for Ayato's privacy sake. "No I want to continue... I just..." You laugh. "I don't want this to affect my job you know?" Ayato chuckles back. "I promise you it won't." You blush slowly unfolding your arms. "In that case..." He smiles, that's all the permission he needs and in one swift motion stands up and hoists your half clothes body over his shoulder, like you weighed nothing. 

He takes a few steps and throws you on to his bed, one you've made many times before and one you'll probably have to make again after this. He takes advantage of you getting comfortable to take off his top. You're once again faced with Ayato's bare torso, this time you are able to ogle at it as much as you'd like. "You're staring again." He says with a smug expression, climbing on the bed now towering over you. "Am I not allowed to My Lord?" You quip back. 

He raises an eyebrow and then you see that expression on him that you used to loathe, that sadistic smile. "I suppose I'll allow it tonight. I'll even do you one better." He once again grabs your wrists, this time places your hands on his bare chest, abs, shoulders. But Ayato being Ayato was in control of your movements Giving you the satisfaction of feeling his smooth skin but not giving you control to do so as you please. "Ayato..." You whine. He just laughs before releasing your hands and leans back down to kiss you again. 

While kissing you his hands wander to your breasts giving them a little squeeze. You can feel him smile in the kiss when you let out a small moan. "Sensitive?" He asks. You nod in response, worried your words will betray you. His kiss trails back down your neck to your breasts this time. Taking a nipple in his mouth and biting and suckling on it you can help but cover your mouth and whine in pleasure. He takes his other hand and messages the other breast pinching your other nipple occasionally. 

Your core was practically aching for friction at this point you wiggle your hips. Ayato's attention shifts again. "How cute.. Someone's needy." He says after releasing your breast from his mouth. He shifts his attention to untie your obi to get the rest of your pesky kimono out of the way. When he does you catch a glimpse of the sizable bulge in his pants. "I could say the same for you." You tease. "Can you blame me?" He responds as you lift your hips so you can let him discard your kimono on the floor. "Besides, your one to comment when your panties have a wet spot." He states bluntly as he slides off the bed dragging you by the hips to set you at the side of the bed. 

Ayato plays with the waistband of your panties eyes once again meeting your asking for silent permission to go on. As if you would stop him now. He must take your silence for reassurance because he drags your panties down your hips and discards them somewhere with your kimono. He parts your legs and spreads your pussy open. "You're soaked..." He sounds breathless as he stares at your glistening hole. "Don't stare!" You protest as you attempt to close your legs, admittedly flustered. Ayato, of course, overpowers you by keeping you legs spread and plants a firm's kiss on your clit. 

He takes his time eating you out. Making sure to tease all the spots he gets a good reaction out of you. Your grip on the beds' silken sheets will tear somehow. Ayato looks up at you making eye contact with you before sucking on you clit particularly hard. You almost cum right there. After a one more delicate kiss on your core he brings his fingers up to your mouth. "Suck on these for me please." He says. Instinctively you take his fingers in your mouth. The flush across his face as you tease the tips of his fingers is something you'll definitely be thinking about later. 

Once Ayato decides you've soaked his fingers enough he gently pulls them from your mouth. You let out a whine and Ayato takes the opportunity to spread your legs a bit wider. "Oral fixation... Good to know." He teases. Taking his now wet fingers he gently prods at your damp fold locking eyes with you as he slowly inserts a finger into you. You bring a hand out to cover the guttural moan that spills from your mouth. 

Ayato looks up at you, eyes boring into yours. "You better keep your voice down, we don't want the entire estate to know I'm giving my 'disobedient maid' a punishment. " He winks, and you click your tongue at him. Ayato quickly slides another finger into your hole before you can come up with something to throw back at him. 

Ayato scissors his fingers, opening you up for him. You feel close, that all too familiar high. "C.. close" is the only thing you can muster without being too loud, you were just so sensitive. He smiles sinisterly at you, rudely ripping his finger from your aching core. "Not yet, I want you to cum with me inside you." He bashfully explains. To think Kamisato Ayato is blushing, you still honestly can't tell if this is a fever dream or not.

While in your own thoughts Ayato shed the rest of clothing and you finally get to see his cock. It's definitely not going to fit... He's going to split you in half. You move to get off the bed to 'return the favor' but Ayato stops you. "Next time... I need you right now." Pushing you back down on the bed he grabs some oil stashed under his bed and lubes up his dick. Pumping it a few times for good measure. The anticipation is gnawing at you, as he runs his length in-between your folds. 

You open your mouth to tell him to hurry up, but his lips catch yours and he inserts himself into you. Ayato takes, what would have been an earth shattering groan, from your lips as he lets you adjust to his size. Pinning your arms above your head he peppers your face with kisses as your pain slowly morphs into pleasure. Eventually the pain stops and you relish in the feeling of being full, the glee of that gets old pretty fast and now all you want is Ayato to rail you into high heaven. 

You wiggle your hips as a gesture to show him you're ready and he smiles down at you. "Use your words... Ask me what you want." He's a fucking sadistic asshole. "Please?" You whine. "Please what? (Y/N), you always have something to say, why are you so shy now?" You hate him, tears of desperation fill your eyes. " Ayato please fuck me, I need you to fuck me. I can't-" You choke back a moan as Ayato slides all the way out of you and rams his dick back into you.  He buries his face into your neck. "Good girl." He praises before leaving yet another hickey you'll have to cover later. 

He sets a steady pace snapping his hips into yours. You can only imagine how fucked out you look right now. Ayato looks like an Archon himself above you, his furrowed brow and the sweat glistening on his forehead. To think you hated this man a few hours ago... Now look at you, completely at his mercy. The soft grunts he lets out next to your ear you wish to engrave in your memories forever. 

Ayato hits that spot inside you that makes your vision blur and you can't suppress the whine that spills out this time. "Ther..Fuck...There!" Ayato hones into that spot, causing you to fall over the edge. He gently thrusts in and out of you helping you ride out your orgasm. With the combination of your soft whines and how tight your climax made you, he pulls out and comes all over your stomach. 

With no strength left Ayato collapses, gently, onto you. "Noooo" you whine weakling. " My stomach is a mess now you're messy too." "I'll call for a maid to bring me a towel." You smack him and he laughs, rolling off you. He pushes himself up off the bed and grabs a small towel from a drawer. Gently tending to your cum covered stomach before attending to himself. You curl up on his bed, as you watch him as he grabs your clothes along with his. "So next time huh?" You smirk. "Pardon?" He freezes for a moment. "I owe you one, so you know... This doesn't have to be a one time thing." He clears his throat. "I wouldn't be opposed to that, I suppose."

 You push yourself up to grab your clothes from him but immediately regret it as every muscle in your body refuses to cooperate with you. You fall back on the bed Ayato chuckles softly. "Rest for a bit before leaving... Leaving too hastily will definitely cause more suspicion than leaving now anyway... " He lays back down on the bed pulling your body into his. "I didn't take you for a cuddler My Lord." You joke, followed by a yawn. He laughs, stroking your back just as softly as he did when you were crying. "Rest for a bit. I promise I'll wake you up in a bit." You nod sleepily into his chest. "Just for a bit is fine." You mumble before drifting off to sleep in Ayato's arms.

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OH MY GOD I FINISHED IT HAHAHAHA GET ABSOLUTELY FUCKED PAST ME. If you read all of this I both sincerely apologize and thank you for reading my self serving fic. I hope you enjoyed it even a tiny bit.

[mara-xx217]

I'M ALIIIIVEEEE! And ready to ask for the good stuff.

Now, imagine survivor reader x Nemesis (I have been craving the stars big boy, and gender neutral if possible), he localize reader because a zombie was following them, hatch is open and reader try to "befriend" Nemesis, but they want something more than just their item.

aka TENTACLES, manhadling and if it can be reader getting fucked over a pallet *chef kiss*

More Nemmy YAY!!!~

Warnings: Gn!Reader, Slight Dubcon, Tentacles, Pants Ripping, Little Prep But It's Only Because He's Excited, Monster Dick, F U C K I N G, Massive Load

It's been an average match for you. Poor Jill and Chris got absolutely wrecked by Nemesis, but that was to be expected. You did try to help them out, but they just rebuffed your and Meg's help, knowing full well it was totally pointless. Meg tried anyways, and got clocked in the process, hooked in the basement with Jill and Chris, and all three of them got sacrificed together. Damn- Well, they did warn her not to...

A zombie had started to follow you as you were looking for hatch. This asshole- It was only a matter of time before Nemesis found you, and of course he did while you were in the main hall, slamming a pallet down on the zombie's knees in order to get him to stop following you around.

Oh shit...

"Heeey, big guy! Woah-! Wait! Look!" As he took three stomps in your direction, you dropped your tool box in between the two of you. The pallet was behind you, fitted in between the reception desk and some crates that none of you could open, for whatever reason. Nemesis looked at you, or you think he was. His face didn't emote and you couldn't even make out his eyes. Was he considering it? He closed the distance in between the two of you, which made your heart leap up into your throat, but his steps almost seemed lighter in a way and less like he was about to stomp your shit in.

"Uh- Wow, I keep forgetting how big you are. Hehe- So, are we good? Do you- Uh- want the p-pallet...?" Your voice trembled slightly as he towered over you, cocking his head to the side slowly as his hand twitched. If you're gonna down me, please don't punch me in the face... You screwed your eyes shut, squeaking as he raised his hand, but to your surprise-

"U-UUUGH-?! What the-?!"

You laughed nervously as Nemesis's tentacle slid against your cheek, as though it were a tongue tasting you. It was slimy and hot, but it didn't hurt at all, not like how it did whenever he'd whip you or the other's with it. It felt... W-Well... You squirmed and squawked as it slithered under the collar of your shirt, flicking around your shoulder and inching its way down your collar bone and your sternum.

"W-Woah-! WOAH-! W-What are- Hahahaha- What are y-you doing there...? E-EUUUEEEGH-!?~ HURK-!"

Saliva caught in your throat as Nemesis grabbed you by the top of your head like you were some kind of ball, with little to no weight behind you whatsoever. You could barely hear yourself under the pounding of your heart under his massive, broad fingertips, your pulse bouncing off your skull and almost producing an echo in your head, which would make sense as only some kind of dumbass with no brain would have allowed themselves to get into this situation in the first place.

"W-WARRGH-! C-C'mon, man! D-Don't with the- the hands-! ARE YOU GONNA CRUSH MY SKULL?! J-JUST CHILL-!!!" You yelped as you were roughly manhandled. Was he getting pissed? Maybe frustrated was a better way to describe it. You could hear Nemesis growling and grumbling under his breath, snarling as he wrestled you around. The tentacle was squirming underneath your clothing, making you ticklish and feel- Oh GOD why does it feel kind of good?! You began to hyperventilate, breaking out into hysterical squeals of laughter as the seat of your pants was grabbed and pulled on, hard.

RIIIIIIP!!!

W-What the FUCK was even happening?!

The wind was knocked out of you as you were slammed gut down onto the pallet. You couldn't believe that it held your dead weight, always noticing how flimsy they felt whenever you slammed them down in the middle of a chase. Nemesis's tentacle slid down your torso, meeting some resistance as it pressed against your tightly squeezed thighs.

"H-HA-! AHHH-?!~ W-WHAT THE- DON'T-! E-EEEUUUGHH-?!~"

An undignified, ugly sound escaped the back of your throat. It felt like a damn scale-less snake trying to burrow itself in between your legs! You flailed and dug your palms into the pallet's rough wooden edges, kicking your legs out in an attempt to squeeze out of Nemesis's tight grip around your waist and head.

Oh no- You aren't going anywhere, that's for certain. And it was only a matter of time before that tentacle of his slipped in between the valley of your thighs and attacked you in the most sensitive, personal places possible. Why is he even doing this?! Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to fight it off. It was ticklish and felt so damn wrong, yet you couldn't deny the heat that was blooming in your lower abdomen as your pants were ripped further and the slipper appendage managed to find purchase between your legs.

"O-OUUUUGH-!!! FUCK-!~"

It had absolutely no right to feel that damn good dragging against you. The tentacle squirmed, eventually thrusting back and forth against your sex as its tip prodded around for your entrance. Blood was diverted from your brain to your crotch, making your already confused and flustered brain even more addled. You couldn't stop shameless moans from leaving your mouth, so loud that they bounced off the main hall's walls and echoed in your ears. Your face twisted into horrified delight as your hole was tickled by Nemesis's thick tendril.

Oh no-

No, no-

M-May-be...

"G-GUUU- HUUUUH-!!!~ Y-YAAAAHH-!!!~"

Your body bent like an accordion as Nemesis's tentacle plunged inside of you. O-OWWW!!! FUCK-! IT HURTS-!!! ...but it didn't stop you from keening as your toes curled in delight. You were slipping up and down the slanted pallet, body shifting forwards from the force of the tendril fucking your body. N-No-! No! It's too big! You're gonna fucking break-! You shook your head and cried out, groaning deeply as your back arched and hips bucked against his tentacle. Your vision went blurry and your eyes rolled back into your head while your body trembled and shook violently.

"H-HNNNGH-!!!~ C-CUMMING-!!!~ W-WHA-?! NOOO-! WHY'DYA-?!" Just as your high crashed over you, Nemesis pulled his tendril out of your body, though not completely away from you. The thick, mucous-like substance that coated the appendage kept it practically glued to your body, which both disgusted you and made you shudder in delight. The disappointment you felt suddenly tightened into aroused terror as something immensely thick and hot prodded your leaking hole.

Oh FUCK-

"-on't fit- F-FUUUUCK-!!!~ I-I-It won't f-fuuuucking F-FIIIIT!!!~" You cried between gasps. Your orgasm seemed to increase in intensity the more Nemesis pressed into you. You couldn't see it, but his dick was somehow even more monstrous than the rest of his body.

It was almost as thick as your wrist and nearly as long as your forearm, with a spiny ridge that ran along the top of his length that started right where his glans met his shaft. Thick veins bulged under the thin skin of his cock, throbbing as you tried to squirm away from him before he totally destroyed your insides.

"H-HUU-!!! PLEASE! W-WON'T-!!! FUCK, B-BE GENTLE-!!!"

Something definitely broke when you were suddenly pulled down onto his cock. Nemesis was met with significant resistance when trying to push into you. Your body wasn't an unyielding obstacle though, buckling and tearing at the seams as enough pressure and force was applied against you.

You did scream, or you at least think you did. The sound of Nemesis grunting and snarling in combination with the pallet violently slamming against the desk and crates managed to drown out your rising voice.

FUCK-! HE WAS TEARING YOU APART-!!!"

You wanted to beg for him to slow down but you couldn't get anything out that wasn't a scream or a gasp for air. There wasn't any part of you that was ready to take on such a massive dick, but the fact you hadn't passed out yet was almost impressive. ...or it would have been if you were able to think about anything other than the cock that was leaving a clearly defined bulge in your lower abdomen every time Nemesis pounded into you. You couldn't even see it, but you didn't need to in order to know that the bioweapon was going to mold your insides to the shape of his dick by the time he was through with you...

God... How were you even alive still? Your brain and insides were mush from the force that Nemesis put behind his thrusts. Orgasm after orgasm was forced out of your body, in spite of the fact that you felt as much pain as you did pleasure. The bioweapon leaned over you, almost crushing you with his weight as he rocked into your body. Every bit of air in your lungs was squeezed out of you, and you could only gasp and flounder like a fish out of water as his movements became erratic and his cock began to swell and throb.

"H-HUUU-!!! GUUUUHHH!!!~ C-CAAAAA-!!! M-MMPFFFHH-!!!~"

You gritted your teeth, saliva pooling out of the corner of your mouth as you felt something begin to squirm inside of you. W-What the FUCK-?!

Tentacles must have sprouted out of Nemesis's dick, tickling your inner walls and pushing you even wider, coaxing yet another orgasm out of you as a sudden flood of molten hot cum pumped you full.

You squeal, kicking your legs out as Nemesis pushes your head down. He's had a tight grip on you this entire time, but surprisingly it didn't exactly hurt. He growled and groaned into the back of your head, his hips jerking at irregular intervals as he continued to cum.

Fuck- H-He's not stopping...!

You were so bloated with cum that you couldn't even move, let alone get up off the pallet and look for the hatch. What was he going to do? Hook you? You honestly didn't care what he did at this point. Your brain was fried and you could only groan softly as you were picked up and stuffed under his arm like some kind of football.

"G-Guuuhhh... H-Huh-? W-Wha-?"

Falling feet first through the hatch genuinely shocked you, but what shocked you more was that you found yourself back at the survivor's camp with your clothes intact and no cum inflated belly to speak of. It was incredibly awkward for you to make eye contact with Jill, Chris and Meg, but they and everyone else were none the wiser to the shenanigans that you got up to alone in R.P.D..

At least... you hope that's the case...

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[cupidjyu]

when we sway, i go weak

hyunjae x reader

genre: hyunjae teaches you how to dance!!!!! spy au, slow dancing, this takes place in the olden times with those fancy ball dance parties, friends to lovers, flirting, first kiss, few suggestive jokes because that's my immature humor, tension, i purposely made them talk fancier because i think it’s fun to write LOL, prince hyunjae??? notes: i got this idea from a movie i watched (enola holmes 2) that scene got me giggling like omg you guys should totally search up the dance scene hahahaha word count: 2.5k

Your mission was simply impossible.

“Dance with a man, they said?” You scoffed, leaning over the railing as you peered over the dance floor below you. You could see a few couples, dressed in their most fancy and expensive clothing, gracefully weaving in and out as if they were professionals. “Dance with a man to get the information that I need? This is… absurd.”

As a spy, you often needed to disguise in order to get what you wanted. You were used to it anyway. You’ve done tons of them and the roles you had to act out were fairly easy. A servant? All you had to do was listen to what the others needed. An elderly person? Just walk really slowly.

But to act like a rich, well-dressed magnate is where you crossed the line. Acting elegant and proper wasn’t your forte and you didn’t quite enjoy it. At all. But, you had a target and the only way to talk to him was by… asking him for a dance.

“Ridiculous,” You mumbled to yourself, collapsing against the railing.

A shuffle of footsteps next to you.

“What is ridiculous?”

You raised an eyebrow and turned. That was when you came face-to-face with Hyunjae. Hyunjae, Jaehyun, he went by many formal names.

He himself was actually a rich, well-dressed magnate.

“You.” You narrowed your eyes.

“Me?” His shoulders raised and his eyes widened.

“Yes, you!”

“Okay, so I’m ridiculous.” He goofily smiled. You groaned in frustration. Hyunjae, an affluent person, a man who knew much about business and money, was frankly a doofus. You had worked with him a few times and you had found that he was much, much different from how he looked. Despite his tall build, broad shoulders, and objectively… handsome face, he was a complete fool. And he accepted that. Because he was a fool.

He liked to joke and he would always point out when your lips curled up into a smile. He also liked to hug. A lot. Even when you insisted that he didn’t need to, he would only hug tighter.

Putting it simply, Hyunjae is a friend. A slow, slightly dense, friend who you could rely on. No matter how many times you complained about him, you always found him right by your side. 

“I only worry for you.” 

Hyunjae had once replied this when you asked him why he continued to help you, even during the more hazardous tasks. He couldn’t even fight.

He could probably dance though, right? You sucked up all of your dignity and you reached forward, grabbing his firm arm in yours.

“I need you for something,” You stated, leading him off into a room, any room that would be empty.

“Oh, you need me?” He purred with a cheeky smile. You clicked your tongue and ignored his words.

Finally, you pushed open a door and it seemed to be a library. Bookshelves covered the walls and the floors were empty except for a single desk with ancient-looking books stacked on top. Hurriedly, you closed the door and you pressed him up against it, leaning forward. You were so close that you could feel his breathing against your lips.

“Are we about to kiss, sweetheart?” He smiled.

You jabbed him in the stomach with the blunt side of the pocket knife that you tend to carry around in case someone attempted to stab—no pun intended—you in the back. He hissed in response.

“That hurt,” He grumbled.

“I hope it did.” You scowled. “And no, I don’t want a kiss. Especially from you. I need to learn how to dance.”

“For what exactly?” 

You stuttered, “…nothing.”

“Another one of your missions isn’t it?” He tucked a stray strand of hair away from your face. You swallowed, your mouth going dry.

“Maybe,” You shakily sighed. With his incredibly annoying personality, for some weird reason, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous around him. 

It’s definitely because of his obnoxiously charming face.

“You won’t get hurt from this will you?” He gazed at you worriedly.

You recalled the time when you had gotten injured and Hyunjae had brought you into his lap so that he could tend to the cuts. You never mentioned how your heartbeat had stuttered that day.

“I cannot guarantee you anything.”

He sighed. “Okay.”

“Okay?” You looked at him expectantly.

“I’ll teach you how to dance, but not because I want to help you complete your dangerous mission.” You could see the way his smile lilted up mischievously.

“Then what for, Jaehyun?” Hyunjae, Jaehyun. the formal names never mattered to you. In fact, he often smiled dearly when you used his real name.

“Well…” He started with a glint in his eyes. “Simply because I would quite enjoy this opportunity to hold your waist.” And then his hand rested there. His warmth almost pierced your body, making you inhale sharply.

“What are you—“

“I’m teaching you, am I not?” He spoke softly. “First step is to get into position. My hand on your waist.” His thumb stroked your side softly, making you squirm. He gently led you into the center of the room, his hand never leaving its position. 

“That’s it?” You blurted out.

“Of course not,” He laughed. His other hand took yours and he brought it up to his shoulder. “Your left hand stays here, on my shoulder. And the other…” He intertwined your fingers with his, holding firmly. You suppressed the shaky sigh that threatened to leave your parched throat.

Hyunjae easily noticed your silence and he bent closer to study your face.

“Everything alright there, sweetheart?” 

Your hand, still resting on his shoulder, slapped it briefly.

“Refrain from calling me sweetheart, sir.” You whispered. “I’m simply a spy for a good cause.”

“Spy or not, you’re still a sweetheart,” He replied.

You couldn’t help yourself from blushing slightly. Immediately you were conscious of him noticing and so you began to ramble. “You’re obnoxious. If we weren’t friends, I would be taking my knife and—”

“And…” He grinned, cutting you off. “We should start dancing.”

“Yes.” Your eyes widened. “Right, that was what we were doing.”

Hyunjae smirked. “Don’t get too distracted.”

“You underestimate me. I’m a very focused person.”

“It doesn’t seem like that around me.” He hummed.

You grew quiet at that, knowing very well that he was correct.

“I will take the lead. If I step forward,” He proceeded to do so. “You step backward.”

You held your breath. unable to ignore his sweet cologne anymore. 

“I step to the side, then you do the same,” He muttered. 

His hand was warm too, holding you securely.

He looked up briefly and he smiled back down at you. You could only stare, doe-eyed.

“It looks like the music has started.” He grinned. “My instructions might not help. Sometimes you just need to follow the rhythm. It is, what really should lead us.”

“Poetic,” You remarked, trying to ignore the way your heartbeat fastened at the way he gazed at you so tenderly.

“Focus.” He raised an eyebrow with a small smile. With a shaky breath, you began to dance. Stepping forward, right, backwards, and left. His eye contact was almost luring you in, shifting your body impossibly close, right up to his chest. 

“This is easy,” You breathed out.

“You did step on my foot three times,” He pointed out.

“I’m still learning,” You snapped.

“I can say that you’re doing really well.” Hyunjae smiled softly.

“Am I really?” You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Certainly. We can try the twirl now.”

“The what?”

But he didn’t respond. Instead, he led your hand up and over your head, forcing you to twirl. Then, he brought you right back to his chest.

“Like this.” He gazed down at you, his eyes lingering on your lips for a brief second.

“A warning next time would be pleasant.”

“Simply follow the rhythm.”

Your breath hitched when just at that moment, the music had picked up. And so, your steps became faster, that one twirl move coming more frequently. The music was soft really, since it was in the background, playing in the actual ballroom and not in a mere library. Your footsteps and his breathing was much more evident.

After another twirl, you rested your forehead against his chest, taking in a deep breath.

“This is nervewracking,” You spoke with honesty, still following his steps. But there was something else distracting you from the calming music. His pounding heartbeat.

“Is it me who makes you nervous? Or the dancing?” He said, his voice vibrating against his chest.

“I cannot guarantee you an answer to that,” You whispered.

“It’s me, isn’t it?”

You abruptly pulled back, only to meet his knowing smile. “Oh, shut up.”

Hyunjae soon introduced another move. One where you both pull away, drifting off to opposite directions with only his hand grasping yours, and then you gravitate back to the same position, his other hand returning to rest at your waist.

“You look annoyingly good in that suit, you know,” You muttered. And again, he pulled away so you at least had a chance to hide your burning face. But you heard his laugh as he dragged you right back against his body,

“If I’m not mistaken,” He breathed out, searching your face with affection. “You just called me handsome.”

You shut your eyes in embarrassment. “And what about it?”

“Well you…” He brought your intertwined hands up to his chest, right where his heart was. “You have quite the effect on me.” You inhaled sharply when you realized just how fast it was beating. It was beating so fast, that it felt almost like it was on fire.

A moment of silence. The two of you had never once stopped dancing, constantly stepping side to side. But neither of you were focused on the music anymore, instead more on gazing into each other’s eyes, trying to find a non-verbal answer behind them.

Finally, you spoke quietly, breathlessly. “Why?”

Hyunjae stilled for a second, causing you to almost trip on his feet.

“Why is my heart beating so fast?” He chuckled. “I’d figure that as a spy, with your wits, you might have an idea.”

“No, I–” You bit your lip. “I know about that. I’m asking… why do you feel this way?”

He blinked and he gave you a tender smile, before twirling you around again. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You shook your head, frowning. “You don’t understand.” You stumbled against his chest. “I am a spy, Jaehyun. You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

“You are not just a spy,” The man whispered. “You are more than that. Should that stop me from falling in love with you, is out of the question. You are… beautiful and you make me smile in so many ways possible. There’s so much more to you that I see, and I would be honored to learn more.”

Your eyes fell down to where his hand had slightly tightened at your waist, your cheeks flaming red.

“Focus.” His voice was low. You looked back up. 

“If you are really so certain about your feelings for me, Hyunjae,” You uttered. “Let us continue to dance.”

“What will that resolve, sweetheart?” Another twirl, another step forward and right.

“You must trust me.”

His gaze fell and he nodded. The two of you tuned back into the music. It was different now, you had realized. Slower and more… romantic. Your hand was still resting on his shoulder and his hand was still on your waist. Your other hand continued to be encased in his.

At the change of note, he twirled you around. You began to lose your breath and it wasn’t because of physical exertion. It was something beating in your chest, so strong that you could barely focus anymore. Hyunjae seemed to be the same, his grip on your hand and waist tightening, his eyes searching you with so much endearment that it left you even more breathless.

Another step. Forward, right, backwards, and left. 

Another twirl. 

And with a deep breath, as you were being pulled back, instead of returning to position, you leaned up and pressed your lips against him. Alarms were going off in your brain but you simply ignored them, shutting your eyes and falling into his arms.

Hyunjae didn’t even hesitate to kiss you back, his lips parting and his head tilting. He gave a satisfied hum as both of his hands fell to your waist, pulling you closer. Your hands wrapped around his neck, deepening it in which he happily responded. 

Your lips moved in unison and you could feel his pulse right against you, beating erratically. Just like your own. 

You pulled away first, resting your forehead against his, giving him a shy smile.

“How would you rate my performance today?” You whispered. 

Hyunjae smiled widely and pressed another kiss to your lips. “Outstanding. We shall do this another time… when you aren’t busy.”

You widened your eyes, pulling away abruptly. “My mission.”

“You must go,” He spoke, urging you on. But his hand on your hip said otherwise. You gulped. He wanted you to stay for the rest of the night. You could see the plea in his eyes.

“I must go, yes,” You agreed, nodding. “But, I assure you I will return. You can hold me and… kiss me, all you want.”

Hyunjae smiled, bring his hand up to your cheek and caressing slowly. “Excited?”

“What, for my mission or for your affections?” You raised an eyebrow.

“My affections.”

“Indeed, that I am.” You shied away from his touch, your ears burning. “But do not get so full of yourself, Jaehyun. I have many things to do tonight.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” A corner of his lips raised. “Me being one of those things.”

You gulped and pushed him away. “Desist. You are to be wealthy and unaware. Not lewd.” You then turned on your heel, walking to the door to return to the ballroom. But, you turned back longingly. Oh, how you wanted to just be with him.

“I cannot believe that you’re going to dance with another man right after kissing me.” He shook his head playfully.

“I have a task to complete.” And then you smiled to yourself. “I never took you as the jealous type, Hyunjae.”

“I have a right.” He frowned in response. “I can’t afford to lose someone so pretty, can I?”

You rolled your eyes fondly before opening the door, the bustling of the crowd and the instrumentals of the music interrupting the previous silence. 

“You are insufferable, Jaehyun.”

He once again smiled at your use of his real name.

“I can assure that you love my affections. That in which you will be experiencing more later on tonight.” He winked and tilted his head. 

You winced and stepped through the entrance. “I will see you later. And… thank you for teaching me how to dance.”

[tmwcs]

HHP - Chapter 16 - Part 1

Yay it’s finally here! Well part of it. I have to finish the other part of chapter 16, but here’s part 1 for y’all. Extreme fluff with…a little bit of smut hinted but not really present. Heethan is very sexually frustrated. Please give him your sympathy…you’re being too hard on him. mill be posting part two once I get home. ♥️

“What are you going to wear?” H/n inquired as she sits on the edge of your bed, watching as you go through the remainder of clothes you left at your dorm, majority of them had already been moved into Heeseung’s room. 

“I’m not sure…it should be something he hasn’t seen me in…but….”

Looking through all the casual dresses you had, you pondered at which one should you adorn yourself with since Heeseung said he wanted to take you on a date. 

An official date. 

…………

‘You know….I really should take you out to dinner or something.’

‘Hmm? That’s a sudden thing to say. What made you think of that?’

‘I was just thinking…I took all my exes out to on a date before I made things official. But you and I did things a little…backwards, though I’m not complaining. It’s just…if anyone deserves to be treated and courted properly, its you…only and always you…not them.’

‘Oh….okay then, what did you have in mind?’

‘Dinner?’

‘Sure.’

‘Stroll through the Rose Gardens at the park?’

‘Yeah, I’d like that.’

‘Kissing under the moonlight?’

‘Hahaha yes.’

‘Locking fingers while we talk?’

‘Hahahaha yesssss.’

‘Hugging?’

‘Yes Heeseung.’ 

‘Nibbling ears?’

‘Okay…’

‘Licking necks?’

‘Yes baby.’

‘Stroking arms?’

‘Uh huh.’

‘Letting me stick my-‘

‘Heeseung yes! Hahahaha yes, we can do everything. Stop being so silly.’

‘….everything?’

‘Yes….everything.’

‘Heheheheh. My girl. Either you were meant to be with me, inscribed by fate…or I trained you well.’

‘Heeseung…’

‘Yeah pretty baby?’

‘Shuddap.’

‘No ma’am.’ *winks*

‘Hahahahaha.’

…………………..

Two weeks later….

“Oh! What about this one? It’s so pretty, look at the red color!” 

Looking over, you saw h/n hold up one of the dresses Vicky left behind for you. 

“Oh yeah…that belonged to Vicky but she gave me a ton of her clothes, but they’re not really my style to be honest…a little too showy.”

“So?….it’s nice to show some skin. You’ll look hot in this. You should wear it! I might even have some hair berets that will go with it.”

Through h/n’s encouragement, you tried on the dress to see how it fits. 

It fits you well…too well.

“Ooooooh…y/n….you look HOT.”

You tilted your head and slightly frowned your brows in an unsure expression. 

“You sure?…I don’t look too….desperate?”

“What are you- girl!…wear this dress before I whip you.” She laughs as she twirls you around.

“You..you think so? It’s not too much?” 

Smacking her lips, h/n scoffs “y/n stop being so modest. You look so good! I even have some jewelry that would go perfect with this.”

You gulped as you observed your frame in the mirror. 

‘Let’s hope he’ll like it…’

………….

Friday night came around, and as agreed upon, Heeseung dropped you off at your dorm and allowed you to get ready there, to make the event more exciting as if you both really were going out on your first date…which it was, only just after the fact that you both had been dating for quite some time now. But you wanted to live the moment as if you hadn’t, a traditional way of being courted. It made your heart tickle. 

Pulling up next to the dorm entrance, he parks the car as he maintains one hand on the steering wheel, while he slightly leans over the center console and pets the back of your head with the other. 

“You gonna be okay here alone?” He asks. He really didn’t like that you were getting ready at your dorm. He spent the last week insisting that he would get ready in one of the spare rooms at the frat home while you have his all to yourself, but you declined and insisted back that you wanted to surprise him thoroughly by having you picked up and seeing you dressed up. 

“Yes, h/n is actually going to be over to help me in a few minutes so…no need to worry.” You smiled sweetly at him before he cradled his fingers under your chin, pulls you over to him. 

The closer your face got, the more he raised his chin so that you could have a view of his eyes under his cap, lurking from the shadow it casted. 

His face close…very close. He opens his mouth and leans in to leave just a smidge of a gap in between your lips as he breathes out a warm breath to coat your skin. 

“Call me when you’re ready for me….to pick you up.” 

You nodded with glossy eyes. Every moment with him always felt exhilarating, like it had been since the moment you met him. The man knew how to make any woman weak to her knees, yet you were the only one that got to experience it continuously as he claimed you.

Stroking your jawline with his thumb, he releases your chin softly. He wanted to kiss you, badly. Yet he knew how much you wanted to make the experience as realistic as possible, a real first date. 

Facing forward with his eyes ahead, re-gripping the steering wheel as you hear the tightening of his hands wrapping the leather stitching of the wheel, he takes a deep breath, followed by a slight smack of his lips and the clearing of his throat.

“Mmm…fuck….FUCK! I want you so badly right now…” he whined out in aggravation. 

You laughed shyly as his pent up frustration was overwhelming him. You watched as he adjusted his seating, leaning it back just a tad as he relaxed his posture, resting his hands on his lap. He looked so pitiful and hopeless, yet the countenance he displayed was of yearning irritation. 

Laughing sweetly, you smiled over to him as you softly spoke. “It won’t take me long to get ready, I’m excited.” 

You look over to him as you tilt your head against the head rest of your seat, shifting your posture as you sat in your side, looking over to him. 

You watched as he moves only his face to return the gaze, his eyelids heavy as his eyes turned glossy out of lust and love. He merely just looked at you, wanting to touch you but was trying to have some self restraint, for the moment he touches you he was going to lose it and take you to the backseat of his car, or to your dorm room and give it to you the way you needed it. Not because you said you did, but because he did. 

Relaxed in his seat, he continued to stare at you under his traditional heavy lids.

  He kept staring at you for a solid minute or two, struggling as it had been a full two weeks since he got to enjoy you.

You had expressed how you wanted the experience to be as realistic as possible, which he had begrudgingly disagreed….but ended up honoring your request after seeing how much it meant to you. 

‘Why did I open up this door…I’m hurting….’

“You okay?” You knew he wasn’t but you couldn’t help resist to ask, knowing that he was in pain. The itch to grab and take you that very moment was eating him alive. 

“………..”

He faces away, looking through his window as he slowly shuts his eyes and took deep breathes, yet kept his mouth shut to avoid having you hear the exhales escaping his lips. 

With a series of gulps, he merely nodded, the back of his head was all you could see. 

“Okay. Well I’ll go and get ready…can I get a kiss?” You were enjoying this…possibly a little too much, but it was refreshing to watch him lose his composure just a bit, since he was always normally calm and collected. A smooth operator. 

“Babe….fuck…just a kiss?” His face remained facing his window as the voice behind his words came out whiny.

“Yeah.” 

With one last gulp, he takes a final deep breath, and looks over to you. 

‘FUCK!!’ 

Covering it to ensure you didn’t see, he wipes the corner of his mouth as a slight bit of drool escapes the moment he parted his lips open to give you a peck. 

Using his thumb, he wipes it, trying to appear as smooth and inconspicuous, yet you saw the whole thing and chuckled internally, trying your best to avoid smiling as you tuck in your lips and facing away, trying stretch your mouth out in order to avoid blowing your cover. 

‘Is he really hurting that bad? I really shouldn’t…but this is too fun and adorable.’ 

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you leaned over the center console and place a kiss on his cheek. 

“I’ll call you soon, okay?”

“Mm…rrr…yeah….”

He looks at you, eyes slightly widen upon seeing your face up close, his jaw dropping as if it was his first time seeing you. 

A sudden hitch of his breath escapes his lips, which he quickly covers as he shot his hand up and placed it over his mouth, dragging his palm downward as his desperation was shown through him pulling his skin taught as he finally drops his hand to his lap. 

You chuckled and looked at him with pity as you bit down your lip, which you had done out of mere habit, not at all to torture him. Yet…

“DONT FUCKING BITE YOUR LIP LIKE THAT!! ARE YOU CRAZY?!” 

Your eyes shot up in a widened state as you slightly jolt back into your seat out of being startled by the volume of his voice. Maybe you have heard it a few times before out of concern, your safety, or just for fun, but this was the first time you heard him yell…at you. 

You simply looked at him with a slight bit of worry and fear on your face, similar to that of a child being reprimanded by their parents. 

His eyes filled with frustration and rage as they grew the widest you’ve ever seen, his breathing escalating while his hands slap themselves on the wheel once more, tightening the grip and squeezing the leather, his wide eyes still on you…he looked so scary…and he wasn’t even in his Ethan state. 

Tucking in his lip, he continued to look at you when he suddenly unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. 

Slamming the door shut, you watched through his window as he faces away, places both hands on his hips and screams nearly at the top of his lungs. 

“FUCK!!!….FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!” 

You took in a clear view of his backside through his window, thank God no one was around to hear. You continued to watch him, it wasn’t until he turned halfway, meeting your gaze through his side profile as he glares at you through the window. A raging glare. Suddenly he started to walk around the front of the car, gritting his teeth through pinched lips that remained shut, making his way to your side. 

Opening the door, he grabs your arm and pulls you out and into his chest, shifting you around, he opens the door to the backseat and pulls you in, despite you pleading with him to stop. 

Sitting you on top of his lap, he harshly grabs on to your waist and reaches under your skirt. Latching his mouth on your neck, he begins sucking as the sound fills the car. You struggled to push yourself away, yet his grip, which felt much stronger than usual, was harsh as he kept you steady. 

“Wait no! Heeseung please! I wanted to wait after our date…you said we could…”

Your breath hitched as you released a sniffle. 

“You said you’d wait…this was supposed to be our date…” your voice trailed off hopelessly as you started to accept that he was going to move forward and fuck you as usual, though as much as you enjoy it, you really were looking forward to tonight’s event. 

Hearing the sadness and disappointment in your voice, you felt his hand pause….resting against your thigh. 

“You said…you’d wait after our date…” you spoke out softly. A slight bit of disappointment in your tone, normally it wouldn’t stop him…but he did promise you after you expressed how much it mattered to you, that you had wished you both took the opportunity to do things the right way when you had the chance. Back when he knew of Vicky’a infidelity, and you were in denial of Sam’s similar offense. 

Heeseung’s breathing was still raging and deep, releasing the skin from his mouth, he shoved his face into your neck and groans out of frustration. His hand under your skirt goes limp as it drags its way out from under your skirt and falls loosely at his side. He has absolutely no will to move or do anything, except to give it to you. Just you. Only you. But…he did promise you. 

Remaining on his lap, unsure if you should move or not as his face remained buried at the nook of your neck, he sighs. 

“I’m going to die…..y/n….fuck me to tears…please.” 

You shifted your face over to him, pressing your lips against his cap, right above the bill. 

“Are you able to wait till after? I promise, I just…want to do things the traditional way…just for tonight.”

He groans and mumbles against your neck once more, the vibration slightly tickling and igniting the tingle within your core. Now you were starting to yearn for it, though not as bad as he was. 

He reaches an arm around your waist, with one last gulp, one that you could feel as your back was pressed up against his chest, he sighs. 

“Can I at least squeeze them?” 

You chuckled. “That’s not going to make you feel better, it’s going to make it worse for you.” 

“……..why? Why are you doing this to me?” 

You laughed though you didn’t mean to. 

“Let me go get ready, hmm?”

Squeezing your waist just one last time, he lets you loose. Remaining seated as his legs were spread, his hands fall loosely between his legs as he tilts his head back against the headrest, he breathes out deeply.

Peering at you from the gaze under his cap, he merely just looks at you.

“……I love you.” Was all he murmured out. His voice seemed tired and breathless as he issued out those words. 

“I love you too.” You softly said back. 

Exiting the car, you looked back at him as he remained seated on the center back seat, shamelessly man spreading his legs even wider. 

“You coming out?” You asked.

“….I’m…..going to sit here for a little bit….” He merely states. 

“Oh…okay. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Mmmhmm….”

You weren’t entirely sure on how the male anatomy worked as far as hormones went, or the types of chemicals that take part in their genetic makeup, but it was safe to say that Heeseung had built up quite a bit of testosterone the last couple of weeks. You were surprised that his Ethan side didn’t show through, though you suspected that he suppressed him in order to abide by your request, knowing full well that his Ethan side would have had an even tougher time honoring that, much less the calm and rational Heeseung. 

After nearly an hour, you got dressed and H/n helped place the matching jewelry pieces on you. A necklace with matching earrings with ruby red gems that matched the dress perfectly. 

“Woooooow…y/n you look so sexy and pretty…God, Ethan is going to freak.”

‘…..oh h/n…please don’t say that….you have no idea….I’m scared now.’ 

Initially you found it fun and harmless at finding Heeseung’s struggle humorous, but now that you were dressed to the nines, you wondered if you were even going to be safe. It almost felt as if you were about to be thrown into the lions den as you watched the clock. 

“Is Ethan on his way over?” 

“Mm…uh yeah, I called him 10 minutes ago.”

“Yay! I can’t wait to see his reaction when he sees you!” With tiny claps and jumps, she expresses her words with great eagerness. 

“Oh…yeah me too.” 

“You nervous?” 

“A..a little.”

“Awww that’s so cute it really is like a first date! You know, without you guys actually dating this whole time!”

Suddenly a knock on the door comes in, you already knew…

“Oh! I’ll get it!” H/n grins as she skips towards the door. 

Opening it, she exclaims in a tune of excitement. 

“Hello…Ethan. My, you look sooooo handsome.” Over exaggerating her tone, the girl could not control herself, she was so excited for you. 

“Oh and you brought my boyfriend along! Hi babe!” From where you stood, you had no view of Heeseung as he remained on the other side of the door, Jake stepped in as he embraced h/n and kissed her. Looking over to you, Jake’s eyes slightly widened. 

“Wow, y/n, you look very nice.” 

“Doesn’t she look beautiful? I helped!” H/n exclaims, earning a soft chuckle and endearing smile from Jake as he leans in and kisses her once more. 

Walking in, smooth as ever, Heeseung was dressed in a casual suit and tie, black and white, with one hand in his pants pocket as the other had a bouquet in his grip, yet he left it hanging at his side in such a loose manner.

‘Is he still hurting that bad?’ You wondered. 

Your question was answered the moment he looked over his shoulder and saw you off to the side. 

Immediately, the man tilts his head back as he faced the ceiling, eyes wincing as he slaps the bouquet over his face. 

“Oh…Ethan are you okay?” H/n inquires in a concerned manner. 

“You good bro?” Jake exclaims with a confused chuckle. 

He remained still, his face covered by the floral arrangement as he took a couple of deep breaths. 

Finally, he hangs the bouquet at his side, again, and with slightly watery eyes, he walks over to you, yet stared over his shoulder and kept his gaze at the wall. 

Presenting the bouquet to you, he spoke in a calm yet shaking tone as his face remained facing over his shoulder. 

“You look stunning…”

‘My fucking God …I want to fuck the shit out of her so badly right now…I want to appreciate her…why the fuck did I bring Jake? Why is h/n still here? Would it be too obvious to kick them out?…..fuck it!’

Peering back his head, Heeseung looks over to Jake and made eye contact with him. You didn’t see the gesture of his countenance, but you were sure that he signaled something quite obvious, as Jake took the hint and laughed. 

“Hahahaha…goooot it. Come on babe, let’s go see a movie.” Dragging h/n with him, Jake looks over at you with a wink as he chuckles his way out with a confused h/n following along. 

You held the bouquet tight to your chest, trembling. 

You barely got to take any moment to admire how dashing and handsome he looked, with his suit, the elegant wristwatch and his hair nicely styled and combed over, revealing more of his forehead than usual. You would have appreciated it more and complimented him, but the moment he turned his head back over to you and stared under heavy lids, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. 

He takes a step towards you, watches as you stepped back, where he responded with another step forward. 

Back and forth, without saying a word, both of you took your series of steps until your back met the wall. 

‘Oh God….nooo….shit he’s going to eat me alive…’

“You look…..reeeeeeally beautiful…pretty baby. Really sexy in fact…” he breathes out as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue and tilts his chin down, glaring at you again. 

“Oh-uh…thank you. You do too.”

“Yeah?”

‘Oh God…not that…not the ‘yeah’s’ 

Placing his hand on the wall, he leans in while the other remains resting inside his pocket. Reaching his neck down, he closes the gap and leans further into you. 

He’s close….so close. 

Taking his hand out of his pocket, and using the back of his fingers, he gently pushes the bouquet away from your chest as it remains in your grasp. With the tip of his index finger, he drags it against your skin, beginning at your chin, down your neck, and draping it all the way in the center of the crease between your cleavage, which was exposed more so than usual from the semi-plunging neckline of the dress. 

“Red is your color…you look good in all of them…but I like it best…when you wear red.” Slightly squinting his eyes in a seductive manner, he smirks as he finished his statement. “Did I ever tell you that?….PR-ET-TY BA-BY?”

His voice was calm and sensual, yet harsh and dark in tone. 

“T-thank you.” 

“Oh you’re so welcome.” He responds back as he loops his hand around your lower back and pulls you towards him. 

“Come here.”

“N-no…wait.

“I said come here.”

“Heeseung I-“

“Let me love you right now.”

“But our date…”

“This was good enough. Let’s go.”

“Heeseung but I-“

“Shhhh. I’m fucking you…right now whether you want it or not.”

Leaning in, he presses his nose against your cheek, his face at a tilt as his lips touches yours. His grip around your waist tighten as you felt his other grabbing on to your rib age, and slowly dragging itself upwards towards your breasts. 

You placed your hands on his broad chest…which looked even broader in this suit, you pulled your face away just before he kisses you and you started to plead once more…this time the desperation in your pleas was overwhelming as you knew that you had no chance in Hell to win this, given that you were dolled up and it pushed him way over the edge. 

Yet to your surprise, the moment he saw the gloss in your eyes and the frown in your brow line as you looked up at him with great sadness, he tilts his head back once again, just enough to square his face up to the wall behind you and stare at it. Biting his lip down, he stretches his neck from left to right, before slowly opening his eyes and shifts his gaze on you. 

Releasing a defeated sigh, he lets you go, and places his hand inside his pocket as the other hangs by his side. Straightening his posture, he reaches up and gently taps the ruby gem earring that dangles from your ear. Smirking, he looks at you with a soft smile. 

“You look really pretty.” 

With that, he leans in once more, this time keeping his hands to himself as he places a soft kiss to your cheek.

Whispering, his breath ticked your ear. “You ready?” 

You nodded as you slowly became composed once more, the glossiness that coated your eyes started to fade as you sniffled a couple of times. You understood he was hurting but this meant a great deal to you, and he knew that, which is why as bad as it hurts, he wanted to respect that and make it memorable for you since he loved making you happy. 

‘Ah fuck….the things I’d do for her…just for her.’

‘Heeseung…I’m fucking dying man!’

‘I know…me too.’

‘Fuuuuck…I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Shit…okay look. Just take her out and let’s do our best…for her….but once the date is over, let’s go 50/50…I need her.

‘I know the feeling. I need her too.’

‘We always need her.’

‘Yeah. Spot on, Ethan.’

Heeseung merely continued to smirk at you, and you wonder what he was thinking about as a solid minute had went by. 

“You…okay?”

“Oh yeah….I’m good. Let’s go pretty baby, we got reservations.”

“Okay.”

Taking you by the hand, he leads you out and walks you by his side, glancing over to you nearly every second. 

‘She’s so pretty…she’s everything. She’s sight, taste, touch, and sound. She’s what makes life living for….and she’s all mine.’

PART TWO

[aqua-loves-writing]

Chapter 3 part 3 is here!

cw for slight mention of blood

A week has passed. The guards are agitated, the prisoners are overworked. In large hallways, the walls are covered with ancient weapons and portraits of royalty, all scrubbed from head to toe, constantly moving from one thing to the other, no break in sight.

Alice too, cleaned up the dust from the ground, a rather tall wooden broomstick in her hand.

Where is he?

She kept turning her head left and right, too many people were blocking her sight.

I haven’t seen him since that day. Since I’ve given him that necklace that is. Now that I think about it, I knew him the longest out of everyone here, but he never told me the specifics of how he got captured, I think it was because he stole something, but I am not sure-

“The hell are you doing!”

An elderly man, wearing dark red armor, raised his shoulders in anger, pushing her, “Hurry it up you peasant! We don’t have the entire day before his arrival! Can’t believe he’d come so soon-What are you fools blocking the way for? Get back to work!”

He scratched his short white hair, carrying a giant metal box covered with small holes

Ah great, General Benedict is here too. This day is going to be great. What even is in that box of his? A dog or something. You know what, I don’t care. I need to get this over with to find Mister Miroslav-Huh?”

Among several guards walking all over the place, she spots a familiar face, unnoticed by anyone else entering a nearby hallway.

Was that him? What’s he doing going there? Aren’t the commanding offices that way? Why would he…

She again looked over the area, noticing how the guards aren’t paying attention to anything other than their work.

“Hm, maybe if I” she walked across the way, pretending to clean with her broomstick, no one noticing anything strange, “Phew, good thing that worked, here I go”

She entered a long hallway, feeling a sense of loneliness as she traversed them. Had it not been for the occasional candle placed on small wooden shelves, it would have been impossible to go through it. But those candles did not give off hope, for they also showed off marks of blood splattered on the walls, some fresher than the others. She couldn’t do anything but pretend they didn’t exist as she moved forward, but they were there nonetheless.

“Ugh,” she heard a sigh deep into the hallways.

“Mister,” she grabbed one of the candles, “Is that you?”

“Little one,” the candle’s light showed off his dirty clothes and ruffled hair, “What are you doing here?”

“What am I-What are you doing here? We need to get back before anyone else notices we’re gone-”

“Heh,” a burst of unusual laughter came from his lips, “There’s no need.”

“What are you talking about-Woah!” 

A small bag was thrown her way, “When we’re finished with today, come with me. For now, we can finally-”

“Who’s there!”

Farther back in the hallway, a loud voice echoed, several candles losing their lights as it met the two’s ears.

“Oh, it’s you two,” an ever so lovable soldier graced their presence, “The brat and the geezer.”

“Ah-good day,” Alice hid the bag behind her back, stepping a few steps in front of Miroslav, “What is the one and only brave Graham doing here, is he finally getting the promotion he deserves (and to leave us alone from now on and forever on)”

“Oh shut it,” stomping his way, he pushed her to the ground, pointing his sword at her.

“Little one?!”

“You too,” he grabbed him by the collar, spitting on his face.

“Mister-”

“Stay down,” he now pointed his weapon against Miroslav’s neck, “unless you value his life.”

“What,” she got back to her feet, “Let him go first you-”

“Pfft.”

Before anyone noticed, Miroslav chuckled, then began to laugh his stomach off

“Pfft Hahahaha,” his laughter echoed through the entire hallways, frustrating the guard more and more, “How pathetic.”

“What did you just say?”

“Am I wrong though,” he removed tears from his own eyes, “Look at you now, another rich guy who became a knight thanks to his parental influence. But instead of killing beasts, helping your citizens, and trying to return our magic, here you are, threatening a young girl and a harmless old man. You must really hate how your life is going.”

The blade in the guard’s hands began to shake, “Why you, do you have a death wish-”

“Oh, go on ahead, kill me, that’s what you wanted for years, wasn’t it? Just one question, then what? You kill me and let my body turn to ashes, in front of a young girl, ready to report to other officials. Then I guess you kill her too, and her scream would be echoed through the halls, then everyone would come and see what you’ve done. Then I guess, you’d lose your rank, return to your ever-so-rich parents, then they disown you, and then you’d work as a butler to another family or die homeless in the streets. So kill me, kill me and see that nothing is changed, you’ll just continue your life of misery and emptiness until the day you die yourself.”

“Why you piece of-”

“That’s enough.”

During their talk, Alice grabbed the bag and pulled out what was inside. A smug smile appeared on her face when she kicked the guard to the ground, her legs unchained and covered in blue flames once again

“W-what?! But how?”

“Heh, how stupid,” Alice helped Miroslav get up from the ground, “You people were so busy with cleaning the place that no one was left to guard your weapon stashes, including, a small bag filled with a certain key.”

“What, that can’t be, there was-”

“A new recruit who immediately left after ‘someone’ told him he was needed somewhere else. It did take quite a bit to figure out who it was the past few days.”

“Is that what you were doing the past few days.”

“Sorry, little one, didn’t wanna get you caught in the crossfire.”

“What’s all that noise,” several steps could be from the hall’s entrance

“Crap,” she used her broom to knock Graham out, “they heard us, we need to get going-”

“It’s alright, here’s the plan,” he whispered to her ear

“What?! You’ll stay here?”

“Yes, to distract them, and then-”

“What makes you think I’ll do that? I can’t just-”

“Listen, you can fly again right?”

“Where’s Graham?” The voices kept getting louder as the soldiers approached

“Hurry, before they get you too.”

“Ugh…”

“What’s going on,” the short-haired General appeared, several guards behind his back, weapons in their hands, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Oh, General Benedict! I am Miroslav Blazeheart, and I was trying to clean is all.”

He looked around the area, not finding anyone else but him “Where is Officer Graham? Has he passed the area?”

“Hm? Oh, him! Yes, I think he went over there, checking the weapons I’m pretty sure, though he hasn’t come back in a while, I can guide you there if it doesn’t bother you.”

The box next to the general started to shake, he hit the top of it and it stopped moving, “...Fine, hurry it up. I don’t have the entire day.”

“Of course!” Miroslav then carefully looked above. When he nodded, Alice then flew to the opposite direction, carrying Graham on her back.

[theharrowing]

Revisit Thoughts:

more lore! more lore! more lore!

like...................finally, some of the answers we have been waiting for, spelled out as plain as day. and some more of Yoongi's tragic backstory. big big oof.

let's get into it!

this chapter note is so real:

this chapter is a mess. whew! you may get frustrated with how i decide mc feels throughout this one, but she's my character, and i want her to be a little broken. 

like................................man, after dealing with readers hating my Boy Blue mc, i became very protective of this one. there seems to be this strange need for reader characters to be strong always and perfect and super emotionally intelligent about all situations and omnisciently wise, i just cannot stress enough how much that is not how i present my characters. they are flawed as fuck and sometimes they are learning and growing and doing their best, but sometimes they just get worse.

anyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyywayyyyyyyyyy hehe enough of that tangent.

omg foreshadowing in paragraph THREE LMAOOOO. woof. i was really like "here we are kids, no sugarcoating this shit HAVE FUN!!!"

(how do we feel after learning about Jimin and the bees? and Yoongi's parents? and how deep all of this goes???)

this is absolutely going to be tmi, but the "show me how his highness fucks you" bit came from a dream i once had (?!?!?!!?!?) basically...........i was fully clothed, straddling a very naked man whose name rhymes with hamboon and he kept saying "show me how oppa (?!?!?!?) fucks you" referring to someone whose name rhymes with boongi and i literally woke up in that moment like UMMMMM WHAT THE FUCK. so yeah. uhhhhhhhh hahahaha 😅😅😅 thanks brain for helping me write Collateral. (i feel like this might seem creepy to confess but tbh my dreams are extremely vivid and include all number of people whose content i ingest daily, not just them. usually they are more nightmarish and less sexy. see: the hooksborough demon, which is a fic born of my fucked up dreams. also i have literally never genuinely called a Korean man oppa before...and, if anything, i'm his noona lmaooooo.)

ooohhhhhh i found what might be considered a teeeensy tiny inconsistency with a later chapter (18, to be exact.) i wonder if i will remember to bring it up when the time comes. i personally think it is fine, but it depends on interpretation, perhaps.

even tho i am aware at how well i weave together certain pov scenes with the main fic, it is still nice to see glimpses of it. like here, with this little bit:

You tip your head and Yoongi stands, holding up a finger to excuse himself as he says, "Jiminah, I could never be mad at you. Tell me what is happening. What do you need?"

this chapter is so messy hahaha. i adore it very much.

ALSO THIS:

Instead, you let go of Yoongi's hands and sit back against the cold leather as your eyes trail around to the window. There is a voice at the back of your mind telling you that Yoongi is lying, that he could not possibly love you, that nobody could possibly love you. It nags and nags, threatening to tear your heart asunder and leave you to bleed out, pathetic and empty, for all the world to see.  But you know, deep down, that he means it. At least, to some small extent. Perhaps not the full-blown love that causes men to wage war and pen sonnets, but a smaller, gentler love that feels like sunshine breaking through the clouds on a cool autumn morning. That love, you can come to accept, you think. 

actually made me emotional. woof. i genuinely teared up at my own writing what the fuck.

this is the song Namjoon is humming when they return to the mansion. it's not on the playlist because i wasn't sure it really fit on there.

man. that smut scene is fun. i never really see mmf threesome scenes written out that include both men also having sex with each other, and have been trying to make that more of a thing here. there will be a good one in 21. (i'm sure there are others throughout later chapters but tbh smut scenes aren't the most memorable for me, when i think of the events of each of the chapters.)

i added Maddox's "But Maybe" to this chapter!!! thanks for reading along with meeee!!!

Collateral 🗡️ 11: Something you will have in abundance

Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

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🗡️ Yoongi x Female Reader x Namjoon 🗡️ word count: 13.9k 🗡️ mafia au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence, major character injury, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit, 21+ 🗡️ warnings: difficult conversations and heavy feelings, threesome (oral sex, vaginal & anal sex, a train-like position? you’ll see.)

🗡️ note: this chapter is a mess. whew! you may get frustrated with how i decide mc feels throughout this one, but she’s my character, and i want her to be a little broken. 

🗡️ beta read by @neoneunnajimin​ 

🗡️ posted nov. 2022 | read on ao3

The restaurant Yoongi brings you and Namjoon to is a dinky sushi spot in some back alley downtown. You always enjoy these places the most—the unassuming-on-the-outside, amazing-on-the-inside restaurants that Yoongi seems to prefer. 

The three of you are led to a private room, and before you have a chance to sit on the thick, red velvet cushions which line the back wall, servers are coming to fill glasses with rice wine and water, and inform you that dinner will be ready shortly. Yoongi must have called ahead. The servers exit, and anxiety settles in.

There is probably no need to feel nervous since it makes sense that Yoongi would already know everything about your past. But what if he was directly involved in what happened to you back then? What if Yoongi’s family was in charge of the honey bees who sent you to kill Seungri? You are not sure you can handle the ramifications of everything being a setup from the start, knowing just how little control you have had this entire time. 

You have also compartmentalized the entire event to the extent that telling truth from fabrication is difficult, and you are unsure how much of the dream you can actually trust. It has been years since you dreamt so vividly about the penthouse, and you have not thought much about the honey bees or the queen in so long. 

Once the three of you are settled down and the serving staff leaves, Namjoon busies himself with putting slices of sashimi onto your and Yoongi’s bowls of rice and pushing side dishes in front of the two of you. It feels oddly domestic, being squished between the two of them while one of them dotes on you, but it helps calm your nerves. 

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I Live Alone - Minkey preview

K: My head hurts. Why would you sleep there (on the sofa)?

K: “I think Minho and I really matched well since we were trainees”

(walks into the kitchen) K: (drinking hangover meds) M: Why are you drinking that? You should overcome it!

(Makes coffee) K: This is decaf! M: Decaf is good!

(Ordered chicken) M: Why did you order this? *imitates Kibum* why didn’t you order boneless?!

(Kibum losing his mind) M: We drank soju didn’t we? Then you should have ordered korean food K: Ah! This is so frustrating!!

(Woody Minho, caption: talking with clothes from memories)

(Massage chair) M: What do you think about buying me this massage chair? K: If I buy you this, you'll have to marry into my household M: Hahahaha

Cr: iheartshinee__ & jsskmy

[jaesqueso]

On camera (m)

Originally posted by @nakamotens .

pairing: fuck buddy!haechan x fem!reader

summary: you come over to Haechan’s place to play some games and have some fun

word count: 1,678

warnings: fingering, orgasm control (not really edging but close), oral sex (giving), voyeurism (I guess), protected sex, some comedy to lighten up the mood

a/n: this scenario has been stuck in my head for weeks, I think I needed to write it down to get it out of my brain! anyway, hope this is decent considering it’s my great comeback to writing, do give me some feedback! ❤︎

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

You meet Haechan at a party a few months ago. You two were getting along just fine but the alcohol involved in the night led you to a random room in the house. Clothes came off, bodies collided and waves of pleasure filled the air. You didn’t run into him until a few days later and, although you tried to avoid an awkward conversation about what happened, he came forward and told you he had a good time, he was not looking for a relationship at the moment but if you were interested you could occasionally get together and have a do over. Honestly you weren’t all that interested in dealing with the hardships of a relationship either and it would be nice to have a go to when you needed to get yourself off, so you agreed.

And that’s how you found yourself sitting on his lap on his gaming chair at a Thursday night, legs spread and his hand inside your panties.

“C’mon babe, you know I’m not letting you cum until you pass that level.”

Oh right, besides already being a mess as he pumped his fingers in and out of your very wet hole, you had your hands on his mouse and keyboard trying to pass a new game he discovered.

“Please Haechan, I’m almost there…” you moaned as you clenched around his fingers.

“Then keep playing,” he said as he slowed his pace, “this level isn’t even that hard.”

“It is when you’re not fully concentrated” you sighed in frustration as you tried to focus back in the game.

He moved you hair off your shoulder with his free-hand and started kissing your neck while still looking at the screen. The heat inside you was getting unbearable and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold your orgasm in, until finally…

“I did it!” You almost screamed and he smiled against your neck.

“Good job babe, I guess I should keep my promise then.” He picked up the pace on his fingers again and circled his thumb in your clit.

“Yes Haechan, please…” you moaned leaning back into his chest. It didn’t take long for you to finally get your release, legs shaking as you clenched around his fingers. He kept touching you slowly as you road off your high and once your breath came back to normal you took his hand out of your panties and stood up from his lap.

“Ok, your turn” you said with a smirk as you kneeled between his legs under the table. You pulled the waistband of his sweats and boxers just enough to release his half hard length. “Have you started the game yet?” You looked up and saw him looking down at you taking his time licking your juices off his fingers.

“I’m gonna start now,” he said as he removed his fingers from his mouth, “didn’t want to cover my mouse with your delicious cum.” He winked at you and then looked at the screen.

You started licking along his length and then focus on the tip as your hand pumped the rest of his dick. Once he got even harder you took him in your mouth bobbing your head slowly to tease him a little like he did to you.

As you started working on him Haechan was getting ready to start a new level on the game, until a notification in the corner of the screen caught his attention.

Johnnyboiiiii: Hey dude, you know you left your camera on right?

Shit. Before you had come over to his place, Haechan had been playing and video chatting with two of his friends, Johnny and Jaehyun. By the time you arrived they had just left to buy some late night snacks and he was pretty sure he turned off the chatroom. Well apparently not.

HC: …

HC: How long have you been watching?

Casper: When we arrived Y/N looked like she was cumming all over your lap…

Casper: I didn’t even know you were a thing!

HC: We aren’t a thing…

HC: But that’s not the point, Y U STILL WATCHING!?

Johnnyboiiiii: Dude she just went under the table, we got interested in what’s coming next…

Casper: Oh it’s gonna be Haechan, have you seen his face?

Only then Haechan realised he was bitting his lip as you still continued to bob your head up and down on his dick, clueless of the conversation he was having. But then he realised the fact that his friends were watching you two kinda turned him on and if they were so interested in the view he might as well give them a show.

HC: Mute your mics and enjoy.

Haechan grabbed his headset, placing it around his neck and turned his mic on.

“Hey babe…” he said while gently tapping your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” You looked up as you freed your mouth.

“Come here,” he said as he pulled you up from under his desk. “I want you to ride me.”

“Is my mouth not enough to distract you?” You teased as you walked to his bedside table and opened a drawer. “What colour do you want?”

“Pink.” He smirked to camera clearly teasing the valentine boy and his recently pink dyed hair.

You return with a pink condom in your hand and handed it to him as you took your panties off, thank god you decided to wear a dress today. Haechan then pulled you to his lap, facing him, your legs on each side of his. He opens the condom and rolls it down his length. You align yourself and slowly sit on his dick. It slides in easily has he had previously stretched you out with his fingers and you were already so wet again. You lean you head back moaning at the feeling of him inside you.

“I want you to moan loud for me, ok?” He said while kissing your neck that was now exposed in front of his face. “I want everybody to know who makes you feel really good.” You were still clueless that these lines were all to tease the two boys listening and watching, probably with their hands down their pants.

“Yes…” you moaned as your started bouncing up and down on his dick.

His hands went to your back pulling the hem of your dress over your butt. And for his friends to have an even better view he pushed his chair back a little bit so they could see the full picture.

“Wait, what about the game?” You slowed your moves as you remembered he was supposed to be fighting against his orgasm as he played the game, just like you did.

“Oh we’re playing a different game now, don’t worry.” He attacked your neck again, sucking and bitting to win more moans from you. And that’s exactly what you gave him picking up your pace riding him.

Between you sucking his dick, to now riding him in his chair and knowing there were people watching, Haechan wasn’t sure how much longer he would last but for the sake of the show he wanted to make you cum again first. He moved one of his hands between your bodies and started rubbing circles on your clit.

“Haechan!” You moaned loudly at his touch, he knew that would push you closer to the edge.

“That’s it baby, who fucks you really good?” He speed up his hand on you.

“You do…” You moaned.

“Who gives you the best orgasms?”

“You do…” You kept moaning.

“Who are you gonna cum for right now?” He felt you were really close so he leaned a little bit a whispered in your ear, “Say my name.”

“Haechan!” With that you reached your limit and almost screamed his name as you came all over him.

He kept your hips steady as he started to pound into you now, ridding off your high while chasing his own. With you clenching around his dick it didn’t take him long to explode on the condom. You sit there for a while panting and leaving sloppy kisses in each others shoulders and neck.

After a while you leave a peck on his lips and get up to go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. As you get out of the room Haechan removes the condom, throwing it in the trash, and returns to the computer to check out the chat.

Casper: Oh shit, is he really doing this?

Johnnyboiiiii: Hey language!

Johnnyboiiiii: But damn, I think he is…

Casper: What did he say?

Casper: Is he teasing me with that pink condom?

Johnnyboiiiii: hahahaha I can’t with this guy!

Casper: Oh shit, he sure is giving us quite a view…

Johnnyboiiiii: Ok I’ll allow that one, sh*t…

Casper: And he keeps teasing us!

Caster: Although I can’t say I’m mad at this…

Johnnyboiiiii: What a show off!

Johnnyboiiiii: I bet he never says those things when they’re alone!

Casper: But she does sound good moaning like that…

Casper: I’m considering changing my name to Haechan…

Johnnyboiiiii: Don’t you think you changed your name enough times already?

Johnnyboiiiii: She’s getting up, STOP TIPPING!

Haechan smiled at the comments, proud of his performance, but quickly played it cool as you got back into the room.

“Hey.. come here.” He gestured for you to sit on his lap. “Have you ever thought about being watched?”

“Watched?” You were slightly confused with the question.

“Yeah.. while we do… you know… what we just did…” he hesitantly explained.

“Oh…” you thought for a second and then continued, “I guess I’d have to think about it but it does sound kinda hot…”

“Cool…” Haechan felt a little relieved with your answer but he still thought you should know. “Well what if it already happened?”

“What?” You widened your eyes and turned to the computer seeing the red light right next to his camera. “WHO WAS WATCHING US!?” You almost screamed as two notifications showed up in the screen.

Johnnyboiiiii left the chat.

Casper left the chat.

[bakugousbussy]

Plus Ultra

BakuDeku w/ Lee! Deku & Ler! Bakugou

Summary: Ever since being enrolled in U.A. Midoriya won’t quit saying “Plus Ultra!” Whether it would be meaningful like when he was giving a pep talk, or stupid like when he was trying to open a jar of pickles. And Bakugou was getting annoyed.

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It started off as a beautiful day. The sun was slowly starting to peak out from behind the horizon, birds chirping a sweet tune, dew resting on the grass.

Bakugou opened his eyes, it was 630AM, he sat up and took a deep gulp of air. Enjoying the morning’s peace and quiet, sighing happily at the scene. Nothing could ruin his day.

Around 730AM, everyone else started to awake and emerge from their dorm rooms and into the common area. Small talk, morning greetings, and the smell of breakfast filled the air.

“Can you pass me the ketchup please?” Uraraka turned to ask Midoriya, while pointing at the red bottle that was next to him.

“Oh yeah of course!” Deku beamed her a smile as he passed her the bottle.

Uraraka fiddled with the cap for about a minute before sighing out loud, defeated.

“Deku can you open it?” She hands the bottle back to Deku, giving him a small smile and looking down at her food, slightly embarrassed. Imagine being a pro-hero in training and losing to a bottle of ketchup.

Deku notices her visual distress, “Hey, don’t worry! You know what you need to do? Go Plus Ultra! Focus all your strength and try again!” He shot her a wide smile.

Bakugou, who was sitting on the couch at the time, listening to their conversation, just rolls his eyes. “Go pLuS ULtRa!” He mocks, whispering to himself.

“You’re right Deku! Hand the bottle back!” Excitement and determination replaced her previous embarrassed face, as she grabbed the bottle from Deku before struggling a bit with the cap, but finally popping it off.

“Deku I did it!” Uravity exclaims, huge smile plastered on her face.

“Because you did it PLUS ULTRA!”

Deku and Uraraka laugh and continued to finish their breakfast before the school day started.

It was 830AM and the members of the Bakusquad were all seated in the common area impatiently waiting for Kirishima.

“Kirishima hurry up!” Mina sighed, looking at the red head.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I forgot about the math worksheet! I have like 5 problems left!” Kirishima responded with a panic, trying to quickly solve the math problems in front of him.

“We’re going to be late for school if you don’t hurry up, then Aizawa sensei is gonna chew us out!” Denki said with a hint of fear laced in his words.

“Tch. Shitty hair, we better not be late because of you.” Bakugou snarled from his position on the couch.

Midoriya sat on the opposite side of the table Kirishima was working on. Deku was engrossed in his hero notebook, writing thoughts, making up strategies, all while mumbling to himself. The green haired boy snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a frustrated sigh coming from Kirishima.

“Kirishima are you okay?” Izuku asked with genuine concern.

“This last problem is hurting my brain!” Kirishima whined, erasing his previous markings and letting out another frustrated sigh when he dropped his pencil from erasing too hard.

“Don’t worry! You know what you need to do? Just make your brain go Plus Ultra!” Midoriya nodded as he gave Kirishima his nonhelpful advice.

The phrase made Bakugou once again roll his eyes. Make your brain go Plus Ultra? How are you even going to do that? That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Nobody with half a brain cell is going to believe they can make their stupid brain go ‘Plus Ultra’. Bakugou thought.

“You’re so right MidoBro!”

Of course Shitty hair is going to eat that crap up. Bakugou finished his thought. Scowl on his face as he scrolled through his phone, angrily listening to the conversation.

“And there, it’s done!” Kirishima sighed in relief as he shoved his now finished math homework into his backpack. “Thank you for encouraging me Midoriya! And thank you brain for going Plus Ultra!” Kirishima happy danced his way over to the Bakusquad. “Alright let’s head to class!”

Time was going by so slow. Bakugou felt like he’s been in the same class forever. When the bell finally rang he jumped with excitement.

Finally, my favorite class. Bakugou thought, a small grin creeping on his face. Gym.

Everyone got changed into their gym clothes and met Aizawa sensei at USJ.

“Okay students, I will be splitting you up into partners and you will have to work together to stay hidden. Me and some of the other teachers are going to try to catch you.” Aizawa stated, monotone.

“Like a game of hide and seek?” Mina asked, excited that training today was more of a game than actual training.

“Correct. The winning team gets a prize.”

Ooh’s and ahh’s filled the air as the students got psyched to play. All wondering what the special prize at the end was. Everyone was determined. It’s gonna be one hell of a game.

Aizawa quickly broke up the chatter. “Listen, partners are:

Aoyama & Ashido

Asui & Hagakure

Iida & Jiro

Kaminari & Koda

Kirishima & Mineta

Ojiro & Sato

Sero & Uraraka

Bakugou & Midoriya

Shoji & Yaoyorozu

Todoroki & Tokoyami”

“Trade partners.” Bakugou asked everyone. No way was he going to be stuck with his childhood friend, turned enemy, turned rival.

“There will be no trading partners.” Aizawa stated, pinching the bridge of his nose in a annoyance. “You have 10 minutes to think of a strategy, you can use the whole training center, there will be a bell that rings after your 10 minutes of planning, when the bell rings, you have approximately 6 minutes before the other teachers and I start hunting. Understood?”

“Yes!” Said all the students unanimously, quickly finding their designated partners and started planning their survival, working together flawlessly.

All except Bakugou and Deku.

“Come on Kacchan I think it would be better to hide in the forest so we can hide in all the trees!” Deku whined at the explosive blonde.

“Tch. No nerd, we’re going to the city.” Bakugou stubbornly argued.

Bickering went back and forth and before they knew it, their 10 minute planning time was up and the bell rang. Everyone started to scatter, running to their chosen areas. Bakugou and Midoriya were too caught up in fighting that they didn’t decide on a place, so they both just ran. No plan, just running.

They ended up in the city area and hid in what seemed to be like a little bomb shelter. It was a little room underground, they had to take some sketchy staircase hidden inside a bar to get there.

Breathing hard, they both looked at each other and nodded, agreeing this was a good place to hide.

As time went by, Deku tried to make conversation with the explosive blonde, but Bakugou just ignored the green haired boy the whole time.

They heard some commotion outside of their hiding spot. Sounds like another team was hiding near us and got caught. Bakugou thought.

15 minutes of hiding passed, and Deku had a huge smile plastered on his face.

“What are you smiling about Deku?” Bakugou asked with annoyance.

“This hiding place is so good! It’s like we’re hiding Plus Ultra!” Deku beamed, hands shaking from all the excitement.

Not that shit again.

“You know what. That’s it.” Bakugou said as he tackled Deku to the floor, both boys landing with a huge thump. “I’m sick of hearing ‘Plus Ultra’ come out of your mouth. Plus Ultra this, Plus Ultra that. I’ll show you Plus Ultra you nerd.” Bakugou pins Deku to the floor and pinning his arms above his head with one hand.

“Kacchan wait!” Midoriya begs, shaking his head while tugging at his hands to try to get Bakugou off, not sure what is going to happen to him.

Bakugou wastes no time as he shoots his free hand into Midoriya’s exposed armpit.

“AHHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAH KAHAHAHACCHAHAHAN!” Midoriya laughs out, surprised.

“Every time you speak all i hear is ‘Plus Ultra,’ so I’m going to take your advice nerd, and tickle you. Plus. Ultra.” Bakugou teases, with emphasis on the last two words, digging in a little harder into the green hairs’ armpit.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT IHIHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!” Midoriya squeezes his eyes shut, kicking his legs miserably.

A distant memory floods Bakugou’s mind. It was back in their elementary days. The two boys were in this same position, Deku a giggling mess under Kacchan. They had just finished school, and Deku was in a rather sad mood, and Bakugou cheered him up with tickles. Things were simpler back then, Bakugou thought to himself, a genuine smile forming on his face as he thought of his childhood. He was brought back to reality when he heard a small scream.

“NGA! KAHAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAN NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” The broccoli headed boy cried out with laughter, trying to buck the blonde off of him.

Bakugou responded with an evil laugh, and released Midoriya’s wrists, and used both of his free hands to dig into Deku’s ribs. Resulting in waves of high pitched shrieks from Deku.

“STAHAHAHAHAP! NAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHAHCCHAN HAHAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHEHERCY! SOHOHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHONE HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!” Midoriya’s eyes started to collect puddles of mirthful tears, as he endured the ticklish torture.

“Tch. Deku, nobody can hear you down here. Guess you’re just gonna have to take it, and go…….?” Bakugou paused, words laced with that teasing tone that Midoriya couldn’t help but blush at. Continuing to assault Deku’s ribs, waiting for an answer.

“PLUHUHUHUHUS UHUHUHUHULTRA HAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI GEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT!” Midoriya spat back, shaking his head, hoping the blonde had enough fun tickling the shit outta him.

Bakugou moved his fingers rhythmically, up and down Deku’s ribs, almost like playing a piano, not letting a single rib escape from his tickle attack.

“Oh-hoho, now you’re getting it.” Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he looked at the scene beneath him. “And now for the best part.” With those words, Bakugou stopped his fingers. And Midoriya’s eyes grew wide.

“No no no Kacchan, you know I can’t take it there.” Midoriya blurted out through gasps of air, tired from the previous attack, but still trying to push the explosive blonde off of him trying to protect himself.

“But what’s that thing you always say?” Bakugou pressed his fingers into his chin creating a thinking pose. “Hmmm, oh yeah! Don’t worry! You know what you need to do?” Bakugou’s hands lowered themselves to each side of Midoriya’s hip bones.

“Go.” Bakugou started to knead softly at Izuku’s hips. Resulting in loud giggles from the boy.

“Plus.” Bakugou added more pressure, circling his fingers on the sensitive bone. Louder laughter exploded from the boy.

“Ultra!” Bakugou dug his fingers into Deku’s hips and Deku lost his shit.

“KAHAHAHAHAA-” Deku couldn’t even finish his attackers name before he fell into silent laughter. His hipbones were the most ticklish and he couldn’t last very long once someone started tickling him there. Since they were younger, Bakugou would always use this little piece of information to his advantage.

The green haired boy’s tears finally fell from his eyes, leaving his cheeks tear stained. Midoriya’s arms flailed and tried to remove the explosive blonde’s hands away from his death spot. Failing of course.

About a minute later, the tickling slowed, until it finally came to a stop. Bakugou’s hands resting on the boy’s hips.

Residual giggles left Deku’s lips, and Bakugou hopped of his waist. Deku sat up, enjoying his freedom. Bakugou’s eyes were fixated on Midoriya. His hair a mess from the attack he just endured, cheeks still a little damp from mirthful tears, sweat building on his forehead. Bakugou mentally awed at the sight.

Midoriya could feel the stares coming from his childhood friend, and turned to face him, eyes meeting with each others. Deku gave Bakugou a smile and Bakugou looked away.

“Tch. Don’t think we’re friends or something, I just wanted you to shut it with that Plus Ultra shit.” Bakugou scoffed, permanent scowl plastered on his face. He knew that was a lie.

Midoriya was just about to reply when they heard loud bells, and an announcement that followed. “2 teams left! Who will be the last to survive?!” Both boys heard Present Mic practically scream out.

The game wasn’t over.

[crazymangaluv]

Nights Like This: Jason Todd x Reader

Warning: NSFW! For ages 18+. Unprotected sex plus fluffiness

Brief summary: It’s peaceful nights like this, with you in his arms, that remind him again how lucky he is to have you in his life. You embrace each other passionately, relishing the love you have for each other. 

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You are his solace, his anchor, his beacon of light amongst the darkness. The times when he feels like he’s drowning in the darkness you never fail to pull him out and to breathe life into him again. Before meeting you, quiet nights like this were rare, his inner turmoil never allowing him to fully be at peace. But now, thanks to you, he finally is able to experience true serenity. Nights like this just remind him further of how hard he’s fallen for you. Everything about you, your eyes so full of love, your smile, the way you snort when you laugh...so beautiful. Everyday he wonders how he managed to get so lucky to have someone like you, to love him like you do...what did he do to deserve such an angel?

He’s pulled from his thoughts by the sound of your rambunctious laughter. “Haha -snort- Hahahaha! Jason, look! Pffft!” You’re laughing at some memes and pictures Dick and Tim were sending you. However, Jason isn’t paying attention to the pictures you’re showing him, he’s too busy just watching you with such adoration. Of course you don’t notice the way he’s looking at you, you’re preoccupied, still cracking up in near tears. 

“You’re so beautiful y/n,” he says tenderly as he gently brushes your hair from your face. You cease your laughter, breath hitching when his hand cups your face. His thumb softly caresses your cheek and his piercing blue eyes gaze into yours intensely, causing all thoughts and words to fly out the window. He leans closer, eyes focusing on your lips and you find yourself leaning in as well. You close your eyes as his warm lips meet yours in a short sweet kiss. 

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Jason--” you say in a breathless whisper but you’re quickly cut off by his lips sealing yours in a passionate embrace. The way you sighed his name sparked something carnal within him and he had to have more. His mouth moves against yours relentlessly and you respond just as strongly. His hot rough hands travel down to give your ass a squeeze. Taking advantage of your gasp, he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

The smell of him, the taste of him, his hands, his muscular body pressed against yours...your senses are on overdrive. You can’t help but moan as he expertly explores your mouth and teases your tongue. Your fingers curl into his soft hair, slightly pulling, which causes him to release the sexiest groan you’ve ever heard. Your already soaked underwear becomes even more drenched and you ache for a release. His wandering hands reach behind your thighs and effortlessly hoists you around his waist. Pushing you against the wall, he grinds his hips roughly against your throbbing core. He detaches his lips from yours to focus on your neck, slowly inching his way down to your collarbone. You hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he nips and sucks at your skin. His calloused hands make their way under your shirt, teasing your perk nipples. 

“Jason-” you moan, “please Jason.”

He lightly bites and tugs your earlobe, “Yes mi vida? Tell me what you want…” his breath tickles your ear. “I want to hear you say it.”

You feel his large bulge twitch against you and you bite back a moan. 

“Say it y/n.”

“I need you Jason! Please.” You gasp out. 

His lips immediately cover yours in a heated kiss. He maneuvers around, carrying you to his bed. He gently places you on the soft mattress and hovers over you. Opening your eyes, you witness him removing his shirt to reveal his well-toned body...my god...he’s utter perfection. Your hands reach up to greedily savor the hard muscles which twitch under your touch. He’s a sight to behold: hair disheveled, chest glistening with sweat, pupils dilated...you instinctively lick your lips.

The things you do to him...laying splayed out beneath him, lips swollen, chest heaving… you look absolutely beautiful to him. Your soft warm hands tickled his skin, but when you lick your lips, he snaps. Reaching out he swiftly tears your shirt with a growl, casting the ruined pieces aside. His hot mouth travels from your neck down to your chest, teasingly kissing everywhere but your nipples, hands inching closer but never touching.

You let out a groan. Such a tease. You want his mouth and his hands everywhere. Your erect nipples yearn for his attention. Before you could voice out your frustration, his mouth latches on, his hand softly cupping your mound as his tongue swirls around your nipple. Oh god...he feels so good. You clutch onto his hair, letting out breathless gasps. His lips move away from your chest, kissing a trail down your stomach to the edge of your pants. He pauses, his smoldering eyes focusing on yours. He gives you a mischievous grin and proceeds to use his teeth to unbutton and unzip your pants. Oh...my...god...you cum right there; he’s just so damn sexy. 

He strips you of your pants and underwear with ease, continuing to kiss and suck painstakingly slow towards your throbbing heat. As much as you would love for him to continue, you can’t wait any longer. “Jason--” your breath hitches due to a particularly rough nip. “Please.”

Jason catches your lips in a searing kiss, quickly ridding himself of the rest of his clothes. He positions his cock at your entrance, teasingly rubbing his tip against your throbbing wet hole. Mewling, you press yourself closer, wanting nothing more than for him to just fill you up. With a grunt he thrusts his cock into your hot tight core, stretching you out in a painfully pleasurable way. His deep thrusts bring you waves of ecstasy. Your moans spur him on, causing him to thrust harder and faster. He swallows your moans with his mouth, his tongue entwining with yours. Your fingers dig into his broad muscular back in an attempt to anchor yourself among the shockwaves of pleasure...you’re so close.

Your nails on his back causes him to let out a low groan. You’re so damn sexy and you feel so good. Your walls squeeze his cock tightly...he’s close too.

“Jason...I’m close.”

His lips brush against yours, “Cum for me y/n.”

You bring his head down for another kiss, “Don’t pull out. Cum- ah- inside,” you sigh out. 

His hips begin to slam into yours sporadically with increased intensity, teetering you over the edge. Your body stiffens as your orgasm rips through you. Powerful waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. “Jason!” you cry out in pure ecstasy. 

Your convulsing walls urge him on and he continues his relentless thrusts until he too is overcome with such immense pleasure. You writhe beneath him as he spills his seed deep inside you...his moans muffled by your swollen lips. 

Removing himself from you, he leaves to retrieve a warm wet towel, and ever so gently cleans your drenched sex. Tossing the towel away, he returns to encase you into his strong arms. You lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythmic beating of his heart. One arm wraps securely around your waist while the other tenderly strokes your hair...you sigh in bliss. 

“You owe me a new shirt Jason Peter Todd,” you say with a smile.

“Aw, but I prefer you without it y/n.” You feel his chest vibrate as he lets out a husky chuckle. “You can have any one of my shirts, they look better on you.”

Tucking his hand under your chin, he gently tilts your head up. You look up to see his playful smirk. He kisses your forehead, his expression changing from a playful grin to a soft genuine smile, one he has shown only around you. You feel a pang in your heart. You wish he could smile like that more often, free from the shadows of his past. He deserves so much more. You look down, averting your eyes. Your vision blurs from the tears threatening to spill from your eyes...you love him so much. 

He was watching you, studying and memorizing your features. He’s completely and utterly in love with you. Being with you makes him feel like he was worth saving after all. “Y/n...hey, look at me.”

You gulp, forcefully willing your tears away, locking your eyes onto his marvelous blue ones. He guides your face towards his to give you a tender kiss. He moves his soft lips against yours. “I love you y/n,” he murmurs. 

You smile, “I love you too Jason.”

“I’m not finished with you yet...Ready for round two?” he grins.

Chuckling, you pull him down to capture his mouth in another heated embrace. 

[greeksorceress]

Okay okay hcs for each gang members relationship with darry's girlfriend? Only if you want to tho

oh my gosh, sorry i took this long! i’m going slowly through all my messages, i'm a bit sick and couldn’t get on this sooner! <3 anyways! i loved this prompt SO much! god, darry would be sweating any time these disaster boys interacted with his girl! hahahaha <3

hcs for each gang members relationship with darry's girlfriend (you) would include ✨:

Sodapop

Would warm to you immediately. He’s never been judgmental, so the only thing he needs to like you is seeing how happy Darry seems to be whenever he talks about you or you’re around.  

Asks about your day every single day and pays attention to all the things you say, even the smallest or most mundane details.

Likes to tease you both about your relationship, but his jokes are mostly directed to his brother.

Buddies with you whenever you’re playing cards or board games and you two always get away with cheating. 

Trusts you so much. He starts sharing his concerns and worries with you, specially those regarding Darry’s health or Ponyboy’s future. He even opens up about Sandy and about what happened to them. Conversations with him are easy and can last for hours.

Wants to go on double dates with you guys, and can’t wait for Pony to get a significant other so it can be a family thing.

Has matched clothes with you at least once.

Ponyboy

Unsurprisingly enough, he’s not as easily convinced as Soda at first. He’s a bit judgmental and wants to see with his own eyes if you’re the right person for Darry or not.

Doesn’t make it easy, and it costs him an argument with Darry here and there. Sometimes Soda has to step up when things escalate too much.

But as soon as he warms to you and sees that you make Darry happy, he starts treating you as if you were his literal older sister.

Tries to get you on his side whenever Darry and him are arguing.

Asks for your opinion and advice constantly, be it about books or movies or about what to do in some situations.

Is the CEO of “can you ask him, please? just don’t tell him it was me”

Because he treats you like you’re his literal sister, it sometimes leads you two to argue too. It’s never too deep and it’s more of him being a bit frustrated whenever you tell him something he doesn’t want to hear, but you guys always make up pretty fast and he’s the one who always says sorry first (a fact that has Darry speechless).

Two-Bit

Likes you a good deal even before meeting you. Darry and him are best buddies and he’s always talking about you whenever they’re alone, so Two feels like he already knows you by the time Darry introduces the two of you.

Calls you ma'am or m’lady and kisses your hand as a greeting every single time.

Becomes your best friend/partner in crime too fast for Darry’s liking. He always has to keep an eye on you two because you truly are up to no good whenever you’re left by yourselves.

Very much like Soda, he loves making jokes and teasing you two about the relationship, however, you are his prime target. Will go to any extreme possible to embarrass you in public (and Darry will lovingly kick his ass more than once because of this).

"Oh God, I fucked up big time but you cannot tell Darry” becomes the anthem of your conversations. 

Offers you food and cigarettes constantly. 

Is the one who hugs you the most in the group, followed by Soda.

Johnny

Takes a liking to you right the first time you hang out with the gang and feels happy for Darry to have someone who loves him like you.

However, he’s still a bit shy, so he doesn’t talk much to you at first, which makes you feel like he doesn’t actually like you.

He does, and Darry and his brothers tell you so too, so you try starting conversations more often around him. He does eventually warm to talking to you and some of the wittiest conversations you have ever had in your life have been with him.

Even if he’s not much of a talker, he always smiles at you when you notice each other in the room. 

Always asks if he can help you when you have things to do. 

Calls you “Mrs. Curtis” whenever you’re joking around. 

Respects you so much. 

Doesn’t like worrying people too much, so he tends to not tell anyone about how he feels about things. However, he does tell you from time to time, and is always sincere about where he’s going to sleep at night or if he’s worried about something. 

Dallas

Doesn’t have much of an opinion of you at first and tries to avoid being alone with you at because he’s not very good at making small talk.

Actually tries staying in the room whenever Johnny and you are talking because both Darry and Johnny have asked him to do so. 

Tries to be on his best behaviour whenever you’re around. He tries watching his language when you’re there and fails spectacularly.

Recognizes and respects your authority more than Darry’s. 

He gives you lifts to work whenever Darry and Soda can’t, and even watched his driving when you’re in the car. 

Smirking and joking around are on the menu with Dallas too, however, no matter how much Darry has warned you about Dalla’s abrasiveness, he never crosses a line or gets too rude (another fact that has Darry speechless when you tell him.) 

Never calls you by your name and pretends to not know it. It becomes an inside joke and you two start calling each other every single name in the world but your actual ones.

Steve

Doesn’t want to make a big deal out of you at first because he’s not even sure if Darry and you will last, therefore, he prefers to keep his own opinions to himself. 

He comes around after Soda tells him how serious Darry is about you one day, and soon enough he’s treating you like you’ve been in the gang forever.

Refers to you as “the missus” when he’s talking to Darry.

Tells you every single embarrassing thing he can remember about Darry. Darry denies everything.

Gets dragged to all the messy dates Sodapop makes you all go. You two always stare at each other over the disaster brothers whenever they’re arguing over something, feeling a very peculiar kind of connection from having to endure the dumbassery, as Steve calls it.

Likes to catch you off guard and jumpscares are always on demand with him.

High fives you at any moment given

hope you liked this anon! i’m so happy so many people seem to like darry and request about him <3

[rileys-battlecats]

Do you think you could show us the thingy you wrote for The Garden? That you talked about in the new video? If not that's fine, but I'm very interested

I was gonna use screenshots, but i realized that if anyone was using a text-speech thing it wouldn’t work for them, so I just copied and pasted it!

Some of this stuff isn’t really what I ended up doing in the video; like in the original script here, Mudpaw was a lot more explicit in his planning of killing Wrentail, while in the final version, he’s more of just attacking out of frustration, and the kill is more spur-of-the-moment!

Tear it down, tear it down around my head

(Looking at clan/camp)

I need you to bury this beneath my bed

(Mentor in frame: Wrentail)

The crows in the garden are laughing at my expense

(crows appear, mudpaw snarls at them)

Drowning out all the lies that I might have told instead

(Looking somber, regretful? of outburst. The birds are both a distraction and lie, symbol of all his troubles. They mock him and he hates it, but then hates that he hates so much. he doesn’t know what to do with all his anger.)

My stone, my shield, my steady hand

(Flash to combat training with the other apprentices; wide shot of training ground, then close up of apprentices, then focus on mudpaw, chin tipped down looking at the others/crouching)

Hahahaha-ahahahaha-ahahahaha-haaaaa

(4 shots on beat. Maybe training? The others’ good relationships vs his?)

Hold your light to the darkness in my head

(Something something apprentices/other mentors are light, then he’s staring at Wrentail, maybe unsheathes his claws?)

Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat

(He’s desperate for someone to notice him hurting; either look and listen to his pain or kill him, cause otherwise he’s gonna do something he’s not sure he should. I Have No Clue How To Illustrate This.)

Give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood-stained clothes

(He wants to be something better than he is, but isn’t sure how. Show him how to be better, see his cry for help)

My darling, the devil knows my name

(Murder time decided; zoom in shot of Wrentail from Mudpaw’s POV, switch to straight shot of Mud’s face, going sort of emotionless)

Oh...

(Maybe a throw back to the dead birds of the first vid? Staring down at his bloody claws and the mangled bird beneath them. Connections between Wrentail and prey.)

Lay me down, pour the dirt into our bed

(Walking together, reminiscent of Johnny animatic. This time, Mudpaw’s face is just a teensie bit murderous.)

Tell the crows they can have their pound of flesh

(Over the shoulder shot from Wrentail, mudpaw with a VERY intense look on his face behind him. He snarls, and leaps at Wrentail)

The ghosts at the window echo all our quiet prayers

(Tussling;)

When they come for us, they'll come with hammers and nails

(mudpaw slips over the edge of a waterfall, but Wrentail catches him, and pulls him up)

(Wrentail stands there panting, still angry but like. He’s not gonna let his apprentice fall off a cliff cause he’s frustrated.)

My darling, the devil knows my name

(Mud’s POV; looks up at Wrentail, looks at cliff. BYE BYE WRENTAIL. Right off the falls. this is THE climax, gotta make the shots dynamic and punchy)

My name

(Standing looking over the edge, Mudpaw’s face is blank, with wide eyes. He can’t really process what he just did)

My name

(Closer look at Mudpaw’s face. Eyes are still wide, shock and sort of numb. He really did it.)

Instrumental

(Mudpaw bringing other cats to where Wrentail fell, dragging the body into camp, warriors mourn and a few approach mudpaw to offer comfort. He has no idea what to do with this. He’s lied about what happened, and everyone is finally looking at him, noticing his hurt, but they aren’t seeing what’s really there, are they? They sit vigil)

Get on your knees and dig up the garden

(Burying Wrentail, mudpaw is helping dig. The same way he dug the graves for all the small birds he killed before: burying his shame.)

Won’t you throw down that spade and

(Wrentail is buried, patting the dirt down)

Dig up the garden, darling?

(Other cats give more condolences and comfort to mudpaw, and then leave)

Get your hands dirty and rip up the garden

(Shots of birds surrounding the grave and mudpaw. Flash to his face, he looks conflicted, and confused.)

Won't you cut down that apple tree for me?

(Shots of Mudpaw’s back, sitting by the grave, emotion indecipherable. Cut to black.)

[thinlinez]

Josie, my darling! I'm here to ask about that porn magazine fic of yours in the WIP title Game. Can you tell me something about it? Maybe share a small snippet? 😏🥰

My love T, I have actually written A LOT of this fic back back way back in time, it is so old and dusty. I had always wanted to post it but I couldn't come up with a good ending for it... It is basically about Lou being a porn magazine star and H discovering this secret! I can give you the snip ;) I hope it is interesting... I dont think I will ever post it, since it is omega Lou... Here goes: It is LONG and EXPLICIT hahahaha (It isn't a small snippet since I think this will be the only snippet I will ever share of this work)

“What’s this?” His moment of confusion cleared as soon as he saw the magazine name and the close-up cover of an omega who had smeared mascara and glitter around her eyes. Her head was tilted ridiculously to the side to showcase the purpling bite mark adorning her porcelain skin. Her eyes were hazy and clouded over like she was under a spell. Harry wrinkled his nose at the magazine as Gemma rolled her eyes.

“It’ll help you through your rut.” She said exasperatedly. Harry’s face colored at the comment.

“I’m not some thirsty fourty year old man who jacks off to naked omegas.” He hissed, pushing away the atrocious reading material.

He hated degrading magazines like these. The ones that portrayed omegas in a sexual light. It’s already the twenty first century, people need to wake the fuck up...

“Reading this magazine doesn’t imply that you’re a degrading arsehole, H. It just helps you. Being an alpha isn’t a chore, it’s what you are. So just accept it and if this helps then better use it wisely.” Gemma shrugged, flicking him on the forehead as Harry hissed at the sudden pain. He pouted a little at his alpha sister.

“Whatever you say, I’m not gonna read it. Ever.”

“Sure, H. Sure.” Gemma laughed as she ruffled his hair and helped him lug his heavy duffel bag into the back of his beat up secondhand car.

Now, as he looked down at the magazine, at the shiny cover that announced its name, My Omega, in cursive, the pent up frustration inside of him started to bubble to the surface. He nearly tore the cover off as he grabbed it and began to flip through it. Maybe jacking off right now would soothe him. Thank god he hadn’t hit the freeway yet.

His eyes scanned through the pages. Omegas clad in an assortment of tight clothes and mostly, nothing at all, peered seductively up at him through their eyelashes. There were hardly any words in the magazine. He rolled his eyes at a picture of an omega boy sitting cross legged on a toilet seat of what looked like a dirty pub loo. His clothes were torn and he was holding his finger up to his glossy lips, grinning devilishly at the camera with bite marks littering his chest. Harry has got to admit, most of the setting were too cliche even though the lighting, camera angles and models in the photo were well positioned. There was some aesthetics to these erotic photos, Harry had to begrudgingly admit.

He was half in mind to toss the magazine away and was already thinking about texting Niall to hook him up with an omega friend for next week when the next photo made his hand come to a complete standstill.

The double spread photo was taken in the backseat of a car, a vintage one by the looks of it. Most likely a Cadillac with its easily recognizable white creamy leather seat.

A naked omega was lounging on the seat with his head resting against the window and his body draped on the entire back seat. There were what looked like sunflower and daisy petals strewn on the seat and spread all over the floor. A few petals were tucked into the omega’s caramel brown hair.

The omega had his head tipped back so that the fine line of his throat was exposed, vein standing out and bondmark spot out for the world to ravish. His stretch of golden skin made Harry’s mouth go oddly dry. The boy’s eyes were closed, long lashes brushing the pads of his cheeks and his mouth was slightly ajar, thin pink lips curled up into a small faint smile that seemed to hold the world’s secrets on the slope of its cupid bow. The smile ignited the corners of the omega’s eyes and Harry could see the tiniest traces of crinkles around them. One of the omega’s arms was trailing onto the floor, fingertips brushing the carpeted floor while the other was gripping the headrest of the seat above so that his veins stood out, a sharp contrast to his other limp arm. One knee was bent while the other was relaxed so that the small pink cock with its tip smeared with precome could be visible between his strong thighs.

Harry swallowed as his eyes followed the muscles of the omega’s thighs and saw the glinting line of slick running down them. The leather beneath the omega’s arse was coated with slick, some dripping onto the floor of the car. Like a small cascading waterfall.

The omega’s pose hid his oozing hole from sight and Harry almost whined from how badly he wanted to see it. He could almost imagine the fluttering pink rim as it clenched desperately on thin air.

He nearly ripped a hole through the page with how fast he turned it. He breathed out a sigh of relief when the same omega appeared, on the next page, in the exact same pose except he was staring directly at the camera and his piercing gaze seemed to penetrate Harry’s soul. It sent a shiver through him. The color of his eyes matched that of a stormy ocean, with waves of emotions flickering in those two blue gems. His mouth was pulled down into a frown, a slightly crease sinking in between his eyebrows like he was aiming an accusing look at the audience for disturbing his nap, or maybe his self-pleasuring.

His fringe was swept to the side and some of it hung into his eyes. His toes were curled and his skin shining with slick and sweat. Harry could only stare at the ruined leather seat as he felt himself growing harder in his jeans.

A feeling tugged at his gut. There was something familiar about this beautiful omega. But he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out what it was that he was feeling. All he knew was that he wished he could push the omega hard into the leather seat, get his hands all over the sun kissed skin and fuck the omega until the boy cries his name.

“What the fuck...” He groaned, hand flying up to palm over his hard length. He wasn’t one to do this. No, what the fuck was he doing? He thought wildly to himself as he unbuttoned his jeans with a snap. He hissed as he closed his palm around his hard cock, feeling the undeniable swelling of his knot as he jerked himself off a few times.

“No...” He grunted, as if he was lecturing himself, but he continued to stroke and stare into the omega’s baby blues. He gritted his teeth as he palmed at his slit, pinching the tip of his cock teasingly and banged his head painfully on the car seat behind him. He came, letting out a reluctant groan of pleasure into his fist and doubled over, panting from the shock of his sudden orgasm. He was careful to push the magazine off his lap so that his come wouldn’t stain it.

“Shit...” There was no afterglow to his orgasm, hell no. What hit him was the fact that he had just done it. Just jacked off to a porn magazine. His face burned with shame as he quickly straightened up and buckled his seat belt. He took a deep breath before pulling the car back into gear, trying and failing to ignore the stickiness in his jeans and the magazine staring innocently up at him on the car floor.

[deiliamedlini]

i love your fics woman aaAAAAAAAHHHHH 💞💓💞💗💓💞right now i’m reading the pirate au and- it’s so deliciously frustrating i’m. obsessed???? 😩😳literally i love how morally grey they all are even if i absolutely crave more zelink interactions i am loving the slow character development and. just. how you don’t do cliches and make them fall in love instantly because it takes time? also omfg payA STOP- ☠️☠️☠️and i’m pretty sure link has the correct interpretation regarding hylia shehdjdjfjjddjj im sorry zelda but i relate too much to him that’s how i see god? someone benevolent. i really love imagining link with his hair loose and tanned and it’s absolutely wonderful— oh and my dear zelda in elaborate hairstyles like in a period drama <33333 thank you thank you thank you so much for writing you’re really a gem to this fandom

😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰 AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️!!! The Pirate AU is easily my favorite fic right now hahahha!! I live for morally grey characters! It's so much more realistic and unpredictable, which opens up a lot more for them to be able to do, which I LOVE!

And yes! I am also team Link's interpretation of Hylia! I feel like that speaks to me more too! Whenever I make my notes, he's spiritual more than religious, and Zelda is religious but not spiritual lol! It's so fun! I was scared to go heavy on Hylia at first because I didn't want to make it sound like I was trying to push any real-world agenda or something, because I'm team do-whatever-makes-you-happy with irl religion, but BOTW really opened the door for it, and if a door is open, I'm just going to walk through it haha!

LINK IN MY BRAIN IS LITERALLY JUST THE HOTTEST PIRATE MAN, I CAN'T HANDLE IT HAHAHA MY THIRST I THINK BLEEDS INTO THE FIC 😂😂 And Zelda looking like a goddess in period clothes, I'M HERE FOR IT! HAhahahaha I'm just thirsty for both these characters clearly 😂! I have my wonderful beta who keeps me from rushing the romance because I have patience issues, and she stops me from adding too much thirst too soon, which thank goodness because the fic needs them to move slow hahahaha!

(Sorry, once I get talking, I get talking bahahaha!! But THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!)