#this was really fun!! love drawing dresses n skirts

[yagrldariv]

Little Black Dress

Aaron Pierre x Reader

A/N: I have posted in a minute but this has been sitting in my drafts for months. This is just a little Drabble, I’m trying to get back into posting more consistently. Minors DNI.

TW:Smut, semi-public, fingering, squirting, overstimulation.




Tonight Aaron was insatiable. All you could think was ‘fuck I’m going to be sore tomorrow’ but in the best way possible.

Your night out was now over, ended a lot sooner than you expected. But that was no thanks to the tight little dress you had on. You knew by the way he eyed you coming down the stairs in that short black dress it would get you trouble.

“We really have to go to this party?” He questioned as he raked his gaze over every inch of your delectable figure.

“Yes it’s not everyday your friend opens a club, it’ll be fun.”

Every chance he got he was staring you down through the lights of the club, not even trying to hide the hungry look in his eye. And that’s how you ended up here, flustered in the private bathroom of his friend’s office.

Aaron had your back pressed against his sold frame, his thick hands roaming your body. Your breath turned ragged as he began pulling at the thin fabric that was barely covering your skin. His fingers gripping every piece of soft brown flesh. Eventually, his hands parted ways, one stayed on your chest, toying with your now exposed nipple, the other was encroaching dangerously close to your panty line.

“Fucking look at you, so fucking sexy” His breath was warm on your neck as he continued to nip and kiss your exposed skin. You watched him through the mirror but his gaze remained on your body, taking it all in.

“You think you can just walk around looking this damn good and I’m not going to do anything?”

You were way too overwhelmed to respond with anything coherent. All that came out was a pathetic sigh, which he chuckled at.

His fingers slid against your inner thigh, drawing up the hem of your very short skirt.

From where you stood, you could see everything in the large mirror. Your eyes went to his wide pupils, then to the marks already showing on the side of your neck from his lips. But your gaze lingered on his hands. Those expert fingers lightly traced over the lilac lace fabric that was growing damper by the second. When he saw the flash of purple from under your dress his smile turned sinister.

“Shit baby, you wore this just for me, didn’t you?”

You nodded, still unable to form coherent words as his fingers worked over your hot skin. You heard him mumble “so sexy”.

The pads of his fingers slip under the fabric and you gasp at the sudden contact. “You like this baby? Hm?”

Those expert digits moved excruciatingly slow over your aching heat, touching you everywhere but where you needed him the most.

“Answer me,” he paused his movements.

“Yes, yes I love it”

“That’s my girl”

He took that as an invitation to explore more. He let his hands drop from their positions and he backed away. You took those few seconds to breathe and try and adjust your dress a little bit.

“Put your hands on that sink or I’m stopping” he spoke flatly as he leaned you forward, exposing your ass to him. His hands gripped your cheeks under the fabric of the dress and he squatted down. You arched just a bit more for him gripping the sink for leverage, and he smiled. You were putty in his hands at this point and he loved it.

He started placing kisses along the skin of your ass where your hem ended, adding a couple of bites here and there. Nothing to hurt you but just rough enough it caused your walls to flutter everytime his teeth grazed you.

When you least expected it, his fingers were again on your inner thigh, slidding up towards your covered hole that was now throbbing. His hands bypassed where you needed him most and snaked further to grip your waist, pulling the fabric of your dress with him until it pooled around your waist. Your ass was on complete display for him now as he continued leaving kissing on the newly exposed flesh.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste?”

You couldn’t say no even if your brain had the capacity to form a coherent thought.

“I need that answer if you want me to keep going mama”

“Fuck yes, Aaron, please just touch me already”

“Since we’re pressed for time, I’ll allow it” and with that he slid your panties down your legs.

At the same time you felt the cool air hit your sopping core, you heard him let out a breathy “fuck”. It was barely audible like it wasn’t even for you.

“You’re fucking drippin baby, this all for me?”

You nodded “always for you daddy”

He finished pulling the thong down your legs and brought his attention back to your core.

Before you even took a breath his tongue was flat against your slit, moving up and down. You jerked forward, not prepared for the sudden contact.

“You made me wait all night for this, you better stay still”, his strong hands pulled you back, bringing his face deeper.

You were cursing already as his tongue moved faster and faster. Before you knew he was eating you out like it was his last meal. You were trying to muffle the sounds of your moans but he did not give a fuck. The loud wet noises of his lips against your heat filled the room. He rotated between licking your clit and sucking it moaning against your heat. When he felt you were right on the edge, he slipped his toungue as deep as possible in your pussy, making you squirm under his hands.

His tongue slipped out of your now dripping hole and circled your clit. You bit down on your lip to silence a moan as your legs shook. All he had to do was wrap his lips around your sensitive bud and you were already on your first orgasm of the night.

His rough hands caressed your cheeks as he licked you clean, unfazed by your shaking legs. You were almost on the cusp of another orgasm when he pulled away, placing wet kisses up your thighs and ass until he was at your lower back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ma take my time with you when I get you home,” His eyes were staring at yours through the mirror as he stood all the way up, moving back to his position behind you.

“But right now, i just want to have a little fun with pretty pussy.” He kissed your neck again as his left hand gripped your neck, turning your head until you were facing him. Your eyes fell on his plump lips, still glistening from his previous predicament.

“You don’t even know what you got yourself into huh?” He kissed you hard before you could respond. There was no struggle for control, he had all of it and you were just along for the ride. His right hand snakes it’s way up your waist, cupping your exposed tit. You moaned into his mouth, arching more into his broad chest. His expert fingers rolled your nipple back and forth and you pawed at his wrists, needing more. Right when you felt you were on the verge of running out of air, he pulls away. He placed one more chaste kiss on your swollen lips before releasing your nipple.

“Get these nice and wet for me babygirl”

Two fingers slip into yours open mouth and you greedily sucked them in, circling your tongue around each one, eyes locked on his. His thick dick, that was pressed against your ass, hardened even more at the sight. He loved you like this. Flustered, needy and eager to please him.

Once he felt you were ready, he removed his fingers from your mouth, saliva trailing on your lips. The hand around your neck slid down towards your chest, holding you up against him as he propped your leg up, giving him better access. His wet fingers wasted no time finding your hot core and he cursed under his breath again at how good you looked like this. He could never get enough of it. The way he was holding you, you were almost completely exposed to his in the mirror.

He could see your sticky wetness dripping down your thighs, “You’re always so fucking wet for me, I love that shit”.

He rubbed your clit applying just enough pressure to make you roll your head back onto his shoulders “Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum again”

You felt him chuckle “Already babygirl? I haven’t even started yet”. His pointer finger slipped in, and you moaned, louder than expected.

“Now you don’t want everyone to know how im sluttin you out in here, you gotta keep quiet.” He smirked.

You bit your lip as he continued his exploration, he wasn’t making it easy for you to keep it together. He wanted everyone to know how good he was making you feel, how good you were being for him, he did not give a shit about them hearing.

He picked a grueling pace, sliding his finger in and out. His hand on your chest resumed its assault on your nipples and you moaned again, this time a little too loud.

That one got his attention, “Alright you gotta keep quiet baby. You want someone to kick us out before I make you cum again hm?”. He did not like being interrupted, that was a given.

He pulled his hand away from your core and dug into his pocket, pulling out your lace panties. “Open”

You opened you mouth and he filled it with the purple fabric, sliding his hand back to his previous position.

“Now, you interrupt me one more time, you’re not cumming”.

His lips attached back on your neck and he slid two digits in this time. You bit down hard on the fabric as you came after a few more strokes, your loud moan thankfully muffled by the fabric.

You thought after that orgasm he’d let you go but boy were you wrong. He added a third digit and picked up pace. You gripped his forearm and your eyes rolled back, feeling an even stronger orgasm growing. Your legs became shaky and your pussy spasmed around his hand.

“That’s right baby, cum all over daddy’s fingers”. You were practically screaming, even with your underwear in the way. Any care of getting caught was long gone from your brain, you just wanted to make it out of there with your sanity.

“I know you got another one for me baby, cum for me”. You shook in his arms, cumming hard. His fingers slipped out, running fast circles over your clit “oh my god daddy I can’t I-“ you words were garbled as he worked you over into one more orgasm, your wetness dripping all over the floor as you squirted all over his hand. “Good fucking girl.” He praised

“Please..”you begged, completely overstimulated. He slowed his pace until he completely pulled away from your pussy, conceding for now. He returned you down to the ground, as you fought your breath.

Aaron pulled the panties from your mouth, placed a kiss on your lips, then another on your forehead “You look so pretty after I make you cum.”

You shoved him slightly in jest. He put his hands up in surrender. After another few minutes of him cleaning you up and fixing your dress, you two left the room.

He pulled you behind him, down the hall towards exit, hand clasped in his. “Let’s go home babygirl, so I can take care of you, properly”

[snow-at-twilight]

Casual Clothing Refs Boards: Wonderlands x Showtime!

Collected most of the casual fits (and some collaboration/promo images, you can find them on the PjSk wiki) into drawing ref/inspo boards bc I can't figure out what kinds of clothes to draw WxS in. Sharing in case it's helpful! I'll update this post if/when I do the rest of the units.

L/N | MMJ | VBS | WxS | 25-ji

Some notes/personal observations under the cut:

TSUKASA

I think the way we'd describe his fashion in the US is "preppy."

button downs, collared shirts, and polos.

likes layering with a knit sweater/jacket.

Wears T-shirts when rehearsing, but also sometimes has a light zip-up hoodie over it (does he get cold easily?)

tends to wear white with blue, orange/yellow, or beige accent colors.

He has a good variety of clothing, but sweaters or sweater vests seem to be a must with Tsukasa.

EMU

pink. so much pink. also white.

puffy jackets/sweaters, probably to contrast her small frame (and for the POOF).

honestly the pink poofy jacket is a part of her. DO. NOT. SEPARATE. (/j /lh)

generally oversized clothing for the cute factor.

likes shirts/sweaters with cute designs or fun patterns on them.

likes wearing shorts (with leggings underneath if cold), but not opposed to skirts. also an overalls fan.

NENE

comfy cozy neutral colors.

a lot of white dresses, paired with grey/beige leggings or tights, but also some navy blue.

I think the only time she's worn a short sleeve shirt (aside from rehearsals) is for the Kamiyama High Fest (and even then, she has jacket over it).

Simple, minimalistic clothing, all of her clothing seems really light and flowy (probably due to the lighter colors she wears).

Seems to favor comfort over fashion, but still looks cute.

RUI

this man loves stripy stuff.

also color block type things and patterns.

actually wears a decent amount of neutral greys/blacks. but they're usually pared with an accent blue/green.

seems to be a mix of button downs OR casual t-shirts with a button down over it.

He has three different pieces of art (two cards, one promo art) with the navy + black/beige block shirt so I guess he likes that one a lot?

[novthewolf]

Hi!! Could you write for bella swan? Maybe the reader helps her find the dress for the dance? Or maybe the reader is in bellas place and goes to the dance with Edward? Thank you!!

Helping Bella find her prom dress would include :

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- When you first heard the news about the prom, you weren't exactly that thrilled.

- That was until you considered going with a certain person... With deep brown eyes, long brown hair and snow-like skin.

- You knew Bella wasn't a prom person, so she would probably turn down any date. Which was both a great thing, since she wouldn't go with anyone. But also a stinging reminder that you had yet to have the courage to ask her out.

- But maybe you could convince me to go with you.. a night out between friends, just fun !

- That's when you decided to meet her first thing in the morning with a bright, almost cheeky smile.

- "Oh no.." She sighed the moment she saw you and you proceeded to babble the great idea of going to the prom together, as friends, of course.

- She insisted she didn't even have a dress, and you beamed with excitement and she knew she made a happy mistake.

- "Yes !" You had chirped, grabbing her hands and squeezing them tightly.

- "No." Bella repeated once again, face as blank as possible, despite her heart missing a beat at each squeeze.

- "Oh this will be so much fun ! I'll help you choose your dress ! And you will help me choose my outfit too !"

- She tried at first to dismiss you but at the sight of your giddy behavior, she simply rolled in fond annoyance.

- You didn't have a car, so you had to ask very nicely for her to drive you. In counterpart, you offered her the best car ride.

- During the whole time you sang with your best singing voice, guiding her through the town and overall drawing any adorable smile from her lips.

- Windows wide open, making waves with your arm, Bella joining you as she allowed herself to laugh fully. You looked at her pale arms shining under the sunlight, grinning

- She spotted your gaze and a faint blush grazed her cheeks. She smiled sheepishly and asked. "What..?"

- Caught red handed, you chuckled bashful and looked away. "Just thinking about what color will suit your blinding white skin."

- She rolled her eyes, and slapped your arm playfully. "Hey hands on the wheel, thank you." You scolded light-heartedly.

- Once you arrived, you had to drag her from store to store, much to her disdain. But she couldn't really be mad, not when you wrapped your hand around hers so warmly.

- At every store, you had her sit down and look through the hangers like a child in a candy store. Bella watched you pass around the boutiques, shaking her head and rubbing her temple softly as he laughed.

- The sellers watched you curiously and Bella had surprisingly no problem ignoring them, despite having some anxiety about being perceived.

- She just felt so free around you, like she could do anything without ever being judged or feeling ridiculous.

- At each dress you brought her, she felt her belly twist gently, loving how thoughtful you were. You even remembered her favorite color and was mindful of the length she felt comfortable in.

- When she was in the cabins, trying on the dresses, she couldn't help but wonder... how you would look next to her. It was actually one of her criterions to choose the dress.

- One of the dresses had the zipper in the back and as much as she tried, her hands just couldn't do the trick. So.. just ended up calling for you.

- "Y/N..?" The sound of her voice made you look up from the mountain of clothes your nose was buried in.

- "Yeah ?" You moved to the curtain. "Can you come on for a sec..?"

- A small sting lingered on your lips as you nibbled on them as your heart fluttered. "S-Sure.." You gulped and pulled the curtain open.

- Sighing in relief at the sight of her body fully dressed, you're not sure your cheeks could take that level of redness.

- The dress suited her so well. The long pleated skirt flowed down her deer like legs, a belt was implemented in the dress, covering the full waist and embracing it perfectly. And through the mirror you could spot how the wide straps led down to her chest, but you stopped your eyes before you overstepped.

- Bella caught the sight of your eyes following the trail of the open cut on the back of the deep blue dress down to her hips. Her breath shivered but she kept her gaze straight on the mirror.

- "Can you help me please..?"

- "Uh ? Yeah ! Yep, yep, yep..." I stumbled on my words and hurried to zip the dress up. Your knuckles briefly grazed the smooth skin of her back, causing goosebumps to spread across the milky surface.

- Bella froze at the contact, lips parting softly as she watched how focused you were on the zipper, your hair softly clouding your eyes and making you look.. a bit darker.

- "It really looks.. beautiful." You whispered, your breath making its way to the back of her neck.

- It really did. That was her favorite dress by far, even if maybe.. it had to do with you being in the picture. Like halo shining around the moon, highlighting the beauty of each other, without neither of them could ever shine to their brightest.

- However, someone outside the cabin called out. "If you are doing anything nasty I must ask you to leave !"

- Snapping out of the moment, you hurried out, flustered out of your mind. "W-We weren't doing anything !"

- Bella, tho flustered too, couldn't help but snort before bursting out in laughter. She changed back and exited the cabin to find you explaining yourself to the seller in a mush of sentences.

- She shook her head once again, tender eyes covering your form as she tightened her grip around the fabric.

- "Yeah... definitely the one.." She whispered to herself and smiled, coming forward toward you.

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[junkh3ad]

Can you share more of your teen/ SnB Pickles headcanons pls?

OHHHOHOH ANON I LOVE U, I’ll start off with teen pickles

He’s ambidextrous! I feel his mothers a religious type so she’d try to ‘beat the devil out of him’ (whacking his hand with something when writing left handed, which would have been common practice for his generation. It happened to my dad as a kid!) and Pickles quickly finds he can write with both hands, So he switches a lot. Lefty when he can, Righty so he doesn’t end up with ruler marks on his hand.

He’s scared of the dark when he’s a kid, before the garage incident because Seth use to scare him in the middle of the night. He gets a night light and becomes a light sleeper to keep an ear out for him.

As a teenager he’s really into drawing, he draws Wizards and Dragons and listens to Led Zeppelin on his walkman.

He starts smoking at like 13, Cigarettes and Weed along with his drinking. This is where that Punk ass look comes from, i think he’d go to a lot of basement punk shows and mosh and get fucked up.

Snakes N Barrels

Since he’s 16 when he leaves home, i think it takes about a year or so for him to find Snakes N Barrels. He uses a fake ID to get his audition. They don’t find out he lied about his age until he’s already 21 and they’re like…you’ve been 21 for 5 years? what?

He’s on a lot of drugs dude (canonically) but he’s really deep in the trenches (H*roin was big in the 80s/90s) which we know drugs had a lot to do with the downfall it SnB but i think Tony’s the one who gets him hooked on the harder things.

I think he cross dressed A LOT in SnB. Mini skirts, brallets, thongs, the whole nine.

He doesn’t talk about it but he doesn’t care who he sleeps with, at all. Men, Women, as long as they’re over 20. He had to do a lot of shady shit to get to where he is, so he’s got somewhat of a head on his shoulders.

When it all ends he buys a shitty van and drives his way cross country to Florida, having his fun along the way (see this post i made if u want more context on what i mean) before he meets Nathan and everyone else.

[minniebbang]

within the forest | chapter 6

pairing: fairy!Chan x princess!reader word count: 1.6k words summary: another day with Chan but someone seemed displeased with your decision. a/n: posting this while waiting for my food which took longer than I expected...btw, hope you have a wonderful day today!!

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“Come on! You will miss the sun kiss, Chan!” She ran to him, helping him carry one of the easels. Chan let a smile dominate his lips as he quickened his pace toward their painting place for today - his mother’s favourite place. While positioning the easel, he caught her spinning around the meadow - hands spread widely and her sky-blue skirt billowing. Her brown lock shone under the golden afternoon light - her eyes reflected it.

His action died down in an instant. He twirled his hand in a motion. Flowers around her bloomed after a wave of yellow dust flew across them. She seems more like a fairy than himself - glowing under the sunlight and with a beaming smile. He called out her name.

“You got entertained easily, little flora”  He ruffled her brown hair gently as she glanced up. Rosy cheeks and a broader smile plastered for him to witness. Under his touch, she still felt like the little girl he had met. It doesn’t matter if she ages up, she always would be Chan’s little flora. His flora that he would protect and care for until the end.

“We don’t live forever, Chan. So, I make sure every moment spent is exhilarating.”

“I’m glad you have that mindset. Should we start our painting session, Your Highness?” He offered his hand. She placed her hand on top of his palm - playing along. The easels were backing each other so there was no space for peeking at the other’s artwork. Beside the easels, a table stood with a colour palette and a plate of creampuff. 3 stems of purple lilac were on the plate.

“One question before we start. Why did you place the easels like this?”

“I want to keep our artwork as a surprise for each other. We’ll reveal it on my birthday”

“Whatever makes you happy, channie”

Silence took over when their hands reached for the palette and brush. The low sound from the caressing brushes was barely heard because they thought deeply about what to draw. The first stroke - your first action - will determine the outcome. 

Hours passed and the drawing began to take shape. Chan tilted his head to check up on her. With a brush on her right hand, she carefully placed black paint onto her canvas. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration before continuing to paint. She probably didn’t realise the smeared purple paint on her cheeks. He kept quiet because she was adorable with it.

“I have never seen you in a full dress before” 

“I’m not really into dresses. It limited my steps and most of my dresses were only for special occasions so I can’t wear them daily,” she replied, not sparing any glances at Chan.

“What a bummer…” he sighed and faced the canvas. He peeked at her once again before painting the features on his drawing. 

“You would look lovely and exquisite in one, little flora"

“If you are that eager, how about you be my stepbrother?” she chuckled but deep inside, she meant it. If Chan were her brother, nothing would stop their relationship - they could have fun daily without anyone judging glare.

“I would scare everyone in the palace with my hideous wings then”

“What are you blabbering about, Chan?” She set the brush away and approached him. She ran her fingers through his wings. Despite what he said, she was always fond of his wings - it was the part of him that made him special. Chan stood up and pulled her into a hug as a gesture of thank you. Parting away, the breeze blew his dark hair along the sudden ‘thud’ behind them was heard. An arrow bulged on the side of Chan’s canvas that had fallen to the grass. 

Chan yanked the arrow and untangled the tight-up paper on its shaft. Ripping the paper, a single line of words was written in red ink. He crumbled the paper and grabbed her hand. His indecipherable face caused curiosity to crawl into her. 

“You need to return now, little flora. They found me” he said, voice oddly calm.  

“Who did?”

“Them. Meet you tomorrow, safe ride” He closed his eyes as black feathers began consuming her. She vanished when the feather turned into dust. Chan eyed the canvas, a contemplating sigh escape. He twirled his finger and all of the equipment entered his cottage. He unfolded his palm, the paper uncrumpled, revealing the sentence - the bigger threat is coming, better watch out.

The strong light blinded her as she sat up, pondering while looking around. Open flower fields filled with her mother's favourites. Why is she here? Why did Chan send her back? Despite the strong light, she could make out a silhouette at the gazebo far away - a fully dressed woman, rushing toward her. 

“Flora? Where have you been?!” 

Oh, it was her mother, face worrying than ever. Her mother helped her stand up. 

“I was walking around, reliving my childhood. You don’t have to worry, Mother”

“How couldn’t I? I asked anyone about your whereabouts and nobody saw you!” 

She took her mother’s hand into hers, lips resting into a tender smile. Sometimes chasing her freedom, she forgot the one who allowed her to experience it - her mother. Was it a selfish act? Lying to her queen to save Chan and herself from being punished? Her grip tightened, yet careful so she didn’t hurt her.

“I’m sorry, mother.” 

“Let’s go inside. Father and Seungmin must be waiting for me” Her mother nodded and they went inside the palace. 

[later that night]

He threw the paper into the forked flame of the fireplace, watching it crumble into pieces and turn into ashes. His eyes were shut when a line of memory hit him, returning him to the past he wanted to forget. His wings wrapped around him as if they were comforting him. The scar that stretched across his right wing was visible under the fire. 

“Did the fire remind you of that accident?” A deep, familiar voice spoke out from behind the chair.

“What are you doing here, Duncan?” He asked, clearly unwelcoming the guest of the night. A figure lurked out of the shadow - a tall man with a pair of wings similar to Chan. His wrinkly face was wearing a sinister grin, it was more like a mocking grin the more Chan stared at it. A modern suit fitted him, an expensive suit for a man like him. He must be out on another hunting. 

“I heard from Minho that you made a new friend. The Stelious Princess, wasn’t it? What a decision when you’re on the verge of death. The king already had threatened you”

Chan faced him “You would tell me that if you have an offer to make. Stop beating around bushes.”

Duncan chuckled “Work with us again and I’ll guarantee your safety. Besides, could you bear your siblings mourning over your death?”

Chan’s face remains stoic although Duncan’s words twisted his inside. Imagining it was enough to terrify him. 

“Say yes, chan. You aren’t risking your life for a stranger” Duncan extended his hand in an inviting gesture, unfolded palm shoved in front of Chan. Chan wanted to take his hand but he stopped when a screeching scream rang in his ear. He hesitated, hand hovering over Duncan’s.

A train of memory winded in his head, and his hand instantly retreated. He questioned himself - do you want to experience the pain again? Do you want to be called a betrayer again?

“Your offer was sincere, Duncan but I say no. I can handle the king by myself”

“Minho will continue working with you. I’m not capable of it” 

Duncan scoffed, turning around. “Then, all the best. I’ll be there if you change your mind” 

"We'll see how far you will go for that girl"

Outside the cottage, two fairies watched Chan through the window. They couldn’t understand their discussion due to the distance they were in. The brunette fairy stood on the branches, holding the trunk to balance himself on the thin branch. He huffed. The forest was cornered with huge black thorns that grew from the ground. It will be difficult for someone to barge into the forest now.

“That fairy caged us in here, Taehyun!” He sulked while he nibbled his sugar cube.

“It’s for our safety as well, Beomgyu. The king will kill us if he sees us”

“But…”

“Another sulking from you and I’ll throw all of your sugar cubes, gyu”

“Fine!”

Her footsteps rang loudly in her ear as she headed toward her bedroom. The dim light from the candle in the hallway did less to brighten her path. As she took a step, the guilt from the dept of her heart escaped as the image of her mother flashed in her mind. How could she neglect her duty as a good daughter to her mother? Why did she realised it now?

“Make up your mind, Gale! Kill the fairy or I’ll execute your son!”

Her steps halted as well as her breath. She glanced beside her, instantly stepping back when she noticed it was the King’s office. The shadow on the floor shows how the king was grasping his hair in frustration. 

“Locate the dark fairy. We’ll attack him as fast as possible. As long as he’s alive, our people’s safety is at risk”

She covered her mouth with her hand as a gasp was let out. She hears her father’s words, nice and clear. Her heart dropped to the pit of his stomach at the realisation. Her father was the one who sent the arrow. She ran to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. 

Both males in the room jolted at the slam. The king felt unease so he perked his head outside his room. Only the night wind greeted him, causing his shoulder to slump forward. He was being paranoid for nothing. He slowly closed the door behind him.

“What was that, Your Highness?”

“I’m not sure”

“I hope it wasn’t Flora”

[svtdarlingbby]

Let’s Start Some Rumors The8xIdol!Reader - Part 3

pairing: The8 x reader genre: idol au  warnings: occasional cursing  word count: 1594

Part 1 Part 2

“Are you absolutely sure Y/N?” sighed Minghao as he felt your squeeze his hand.

“Yes, and hey, maybe we could have some fun out of this whole scenario. Trolling is your thing, right?” you laughed as you took your hand off his and playfully nudged his shoulder.

“Yes, I love messing around with the press. I can’t wait to see what carats would say too,” giggled Minghao. 

“Good! Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow for the whole dating scandal?” you asked with a more relaxed expression. 

“You bet! See you Y/N,” said Minghao as you two parted ways. 

Tomorrow was going to cause a scene for sure

The next day arrived rather quickly. Seeing the numbers from your comeback continue to dwindle just made you want to do nothing but sleep early. However, you just couldn't sleep knowing that you were going to go on a date with Minghao of all people the next day. Minghao was your friend, right? You had nothing to be afraid of. But why were you feeling so nervous?

Just as the managers had told you, you arrived to the dressing rooms bright and early that morning. The bright lights of the dressing room conflicted with the remaining sleep that harbored your vision as you rubbed your eyes and suppressed a yawn. But what really woke you up was your utterly handsome friend, dressed in nothing but a black tank top and gray sweatpants waiting patiently for the stylists to bring him his outfit for your "date." His long black hair fell messily above his forehead as he raised a muscular arm to brush his hair out of his tired eyes.

How many minutes had you spent ogling at Minghao? You're not quite sure until he notices you, his eyes instantly brightening. You swore you heard him chuckle before he caught your attention.

"Hey Y/N, come over here!" gestured Minghao, snapping you out of your trance.

"Hi Minghao," you uttered, somewhat softer than you meant to, but nonetheless happy to see him. "It's early, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but at least I'm treating us to coffee later today on our date" chuckled Minghao.

"Oh yeah!" you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. That came out way too enthusiastic, oh god! you thought as you mentally cringed at yourself.

Minghao only smiled and was about to say something until you were both bombarded by an army of stylists pulling you in opposite directions. The sudden shift to your curtain snapped you out of your embarrassment as some of the stylists began to lay out the outfit they had chosen for you and the others began to work on your makeup. They had gone with a rather simple look compared to your music video and stage makeup, but it was still effortless and complimented your features nicely. The hair stylist came in shortly afterwards to fix your hair. Like your makeup, your hair was also in a simple style that accentuated your facial features. A cute, simple pastel blue ribbon was also tied into your hair.

You thanked your hair and makeup team before getting up to get changed. Before you, the stylists presented a form-fitting, plain white long sleeve top paired with a frilly black skirt, the length shorter than what you're usually used to. Thankfully, you had the option to pair it with some sheer black tights. The boots were leather and long with a flirty heel. To top it off was a pastel pink trench coat since the weather was colder this season. However, the most important piece of the outfit was the silver infinity sign necklace; the pendant sparkling against the lights was sure to draw attention.

"So, what do you think Y/N?" asked manager Lina, seemingly appealing out of thin air.

"AAHHHH!" you jumped, you scream was loud enough to ensue chuckles among the stylists outside the curtain.

"Sorry! Are you nervous?" chuckled Lina as she nudged your shoulder.

"A little," you admitted, picking up the white shirt.

"Let me give you some privacy!" chirped your overly enthusiastic manager as she stepped out, leaving you alone to change into the outfit.

Sighing, you began to undress and replace your sweats with the flirty outfit the stylists had chosen for you. Once all of the articles of clothing were on you, you looked into the mirror and damn. The stylists at HYBE deserved a raise for making you look so effortlessly hot. The outfit flattered you in every way possible, emphasizing your beautiful body so well. You didn't want to admit how long you had been staring at yourself in the mirror but snapped a full body mirror selfie nonetheless. However, the infinity sign pendant made itself known as it shone against the lights in your selfies. Not going to lie, the necklace really brought the whole outfit together.

"Y/N!? Are you ready? We don't wanna be late!" yelled manager Lina on the other side.

"Coming!" you chirped, this outfit giving you the extra boost of confidence for your date. Wait. Your date. With Minghao. He was going to see you look this sexy with his name practically wrapped around your neck. You were feeling conflicted to say the least.

"OH MY GOSH! Y/N!!?? You've gotta do a sexy concept for you next comeback!" complimented manager Lina as she took in your form, causing you to giggle and feel flustered.

"Ahhh stop manager Lina!" you smiled, hiding your face and turning your body away from her only to bump right into Minghao.

"Oh! Sorry Y/N!" apologized Minghao as he suddenly shut his mouth and took in your appearance.

"Minghao! Sorry I should've paid more attention," you apologized, feeling even more flustered if that was even possible.

"You two are so cute! You look like a real couple!" noted manager Lina. You hate to admit it, but she was right. Minghao's outfit complimented your outfit so well. In fact, your outfits were almost identical. Minghao was wearing a white button up top that was tucked into a pair of black dress pants. He also had a trench coat loosely hanging over his shoulders in a pastel blue shade, which you noticed matched the ribbon in your hair. Then it came to you: the set of your music video was pastel colors. Just like your infinity sign necklace, the shiny flower necklace you wore in your music video was clasped against his neck in an almost obvious manner.

Neither of you knew how to reply, but you swore you saw Minghao smile at her statement. "You look pretty Y/N."

"Oh! Thank you Minghao! Um, you look handsome!" you stumbled but your smile couldn't help but grow as a result of his compliment.

Just as you two were having your little moment, Minghao's manager seemingly appeared out of nowhere. "The matching couples bracelets! We can't forget that!" he gasped, practically out of breath.

The bracelets were simple silver chains with two dangling charms: an infinity sign and a flower, representing the two of you. The both of you promptly slipped on the bracelets, thus completing the visuals to the ultimate "dating" scandal HYBE was about to pull.

"Ah don't they look perfect, Lina?" asked Minghao's manager as Lina nodded.

"The head manager told me to send him pictures before you two headed out! Smile!" she said as she pulled out her phone.

You awkwardly shuffled closer to Minghao and he did the same, maintaining a respectful distance between you two. "Oh come on, you two are supposed to be a couple!" said Manager Lina as she playfully rolled her eyes.

You awkwardly just laughed as you felt Minghao slowly begin to wrap an arm around your shoulders. "Is this okay?" he whispered.

You nodded as his arm rested around you and tried to subtly lean more into him, but just to make the picture look more convincing! In reality, you felt yourself become even more flustered at the physical contact between you and Minghao. Something about him asking if it was okay for him to touch you also stirred some feelings within you as you smiled for the camera.

Nonetheless, you two were ushered into the car that the company had paid for the two of you. As you both sat in the backseat, it felt like you and Minghao were approaching the impending moment that could change the trajectory of your careers. Despite you two being friends, it was still a daunting task.

Minghao noticed how stiff your form was next to him in the vehicle as you fidgeted with the bracelet that represented the both of you. "Are you okay, Y/N? It's not too late, you know," he said softly.

"I know. And I'm as ready as ever if I'm being honest," you replied, still looking down at the bracelet.

"Okay, but just let me know if you are ever uncomfortable," he said, gently patting your shoulder causing you to look into his reassuring and sincere eyes.

"Thank you Minghao," you smiled.

"It's no problem. Treat yourself baby girl, food's on me" Minghao said jokingly, making his voice sound more manly before whipping out the gift card given to him by the company.

You only laughed at his antics. "Baby girl? Oh Hao, I thought you'd be better at pet names!"

"Better? I thought all girl want to be called baby girls?" he feigned offense as you two erupted in laughter.

You're not going to lie, you felt your heart thump at the fact that Minghao called you baby girl even though you couldn't explain why. This man is literally your friend, how come him jokingly calling you baby girl made you flustered? It couldn't be because he was dressed so nicely, matching you and smiling at you, his dimples appearing and his eyes lighting up. But even when you two were joking as usual, he never called you baby girl or anything romantic like that! Your laughter began to subside as the car pulled into the parking lot before Minghao spoke up again.

"Yup, trolling Dispatch and the media and fans is going to be so fun."

Oh. That's right. You two aren't going on an actual date.

part 4 coming soon!

hiiiii sorry I've been missing! I've had school, work, and some major life stuff happen and I felt so bad putting off this series and leaving you guys hanging! I'll try to update more frequently, I forgot how much fun writing is! I hope you enjoy and let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

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[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 32

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

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Chapter Warnings: protected vaginal sex, public sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, teasing.

While Mark and I are getting the studio ready, leaving everything settled so we can leave earlier, my phone buzzes inside my pocket. Puckering my lips, I do my best at keeping my smile to myself when I notice it's a text from Y/n. Although my smile drops, and I lock the screen again fast when I open her chat and I'm received with a revealing pic of her in underwear. 

—Are you alright? —he asks, frowning while looking at me. 

—Yeah —I scratch my nape—, but I need to go to the bathroom fast.

Shrugging, he just goes back to his thing, while I just walk fast to the bathroom in the studio so I can check the picture better. 

I know I started the teasing game when I sent him a selfie of me at the gym earlier this morning, but this is too fucking much. The way that lace set embraces the curve of her hips, and the way that pink bra just cups her breasts so perfectly... It makes me think of how good they'd look if they were cupped by my hands instead. 

I chuckle nervously when I read the text she sent before, asking how it looks on her and whether she should wear it tonight or not. And, honestly, that question better be because she's going to show me herself how good that set looks in person. 

She's a fucking tease, and that's all I can think about the rest of the day -even when I'm on my way to the gallery to support her on her first day. 

It takes me a short second to make every thought disappear, as soon as I see her through the big windows that allow anyone to take a peek inside the wide place full of people. Her hair is up on a not-so-worked bun that allows some of her locks to fall on her face, although it still allows her bright face to stand out. And that dress she's wearing could cut anyone's breath. The green silk hugs to her body as if it was a second skin, although the skirt still flies in the air every time she moves or makes a quick turn. 

—Stop drooling and get inside —Soo teases me.

I give her an annoyed look when she makes that comment, but she still leads me inside the gallery, holding me by my arm -it's for nothing though, because she soon forgets about me when she joins Mark and Tammy greeting Y/n when they come in. 

Her eyes stop on me after I step inside, and all I can do is make sure my suit is completely fixed and my messy tail is still in place. 

The rest of the night, I'm unable to concentrate on the different drawings and works that are displayed, I'm too focused on Y/n to care about anything else around me. I don't even care about how obvious I might be making it for all of our friends. 

At some point, our friends are just gathered together in a corner, while taking the drinks we were offered. I join them, but it's only for a few minutes, until I see Y/n finally alone. Her exposed back attracts my fingers, as if I wouldn't be able to resist the softness of her skin on my fingertips. I trace her spine delicately, seeing her head slightly tilting to the side as soon as I touch her. 

—You're a tease —I mention—. You aren't wearing the set you sent me this afternoon.

When she turns to me, she looks nervous. All that confidence she probably thought she had when she sent the pic is long gone. And I can't really tell what side of her I like more. 

—I would've loved to take it off with my teeth, with you lying on bed the same way you were on that pic.

She gulps hard, while her cheeks lighten with a powerful red. Seeing her flustered was all I wanted at that moment. And, after getting it, I step back again and walk around the place as if that conversation hadn't happened.

If she wanted to play, she should've known I was all in for it.  

I found myself quite unbothered about Jin being around her a few times that night. At the end of the day, he's her boss and also the owner of the gallery. Clearly, he'd talk to her to guide her on any doubts that could come up. And honestly, I didn't think there would be a moment where I would miss seeing Jin being around her instead of other guys. 

She seems to be getting back at me for everything I've done when we all decide to go for a few drinks to celebrate her first day. Y/n is having fun, drinking and dancing with Tammy, but my mind clouds when a random guy shows up out of nowhere and takes Tammy's place. His hands are all over the place, and even dare to touch her skin directly on her exposed back cleavage. But when she turns and she's finally looking at me... Oh fuck, she knows what she's doing and how much it's bothering me. A smirk proudly appears on her face while her hips sway with him, as soon as she's aware of the way my fists are clenched on my pants. 

She doesn't know that would end bad for her though. 

After whispering something to his ear, the boy leaves and she's back with Tammy and Mel, lately joining us three on the table. 

When we all leave, Soo insists on Y/n coming with me so I can take her home. I swear my sister is the least sly person in the whole world. 

But it's obvious Y/n didn't have enough with everything she did back in the club, because her hands keep wandering all over my body while we're waiting at a red light. She goes from my chest to my stomach, and keeps going lower until she reaches the beginning of my pants. 

I try to move my mind away from her hands. The last thing I want right now is a growing bulge in my pants, because I know how difficult it's to ride this motorbike with one. She knows it could only take me one slight move to give in, and I know she wants it just as much because she keeps pushing me to the edge. All thos revealing pics, all those "supposed" dates she had -that always ended up on  a girl's gathering at night, all the double meaning comments and texts... 

—If you keep doing that, I won't be responsible for the consequences —I whisper, turning my head slightly to her.

—What consequences? 

She looks at me over her shoulder, giving me an innocent look while her hand keeps going up and down my thigh. She always gets near to my crotch, but never enough to be able to touch by herself what she's causing.

—I'll stop anywhere and fuck you raw. Like you've been looking for all night.

I can feel her grinding on the seat on my back, before her palm presses on my covered cock at the same time her tongue plays with one of my earrings. 

—What's stopping you?

That's right. Nothing. 

As soon as the red light turns green, I speed up while looking for the right place to hide, until I manage to see a dark alley.

I've been deprived from her for long enough to not care about how desperate I look, messily setting the stand while I wait for her to hop off the motorbike. 

I'm not the only one needy though, because Y/n cups my cheeks and pulls me in for a sloppy and furious kiss, with our tongues messing with one another, trying to get as much of each other's taste as possible. One of my hands cups her ass, while the other is on her waist, helping her to hop on my lap.

There's no playing around from neither of us, and even less when my cock twitches inside my pants when I first slide my fingers through her slit and find her ready for me. While she unzips my pants, I blindly take out my wallet, trying to find by touch one of the condoms I always bring with me just in case. It's not like I've ever used it since I met Y/n, but now I'm thankful to have brought it with me. 

After wrapping myself with the latex, and while I'm still kissing her, I lift her body, cupping her ass cheeks again, while she aims my tip to her warm core. Lowering her body slowly, filling her inch by inch until we're completely linked, a warm feeling covers my chest when she wraps around me so perfectly. 

Even if we're in the middle of a shitty alley, this has to be one of the best moments of my life. 

I try to make her move, denting my fingers on her skin, but she just stays in that position, moving her hips in circles while her tongue teases all the soft spots in my neck and ear. 

—What do you want?

—Cocktease... —I chuckle nervously— Don't try to make me beg, because I want to fuck you stupid the same way you want my cock buried deep down your cunt.

And I know I'm right when her pussy clenches tight around me after that comment. 

I go dizzy by the way she moves on me while she's making my head do rounds during the kiss. It's giving me a hard time desperately trying to keep those groans and moans in my throat. And while I love every move she makes, I still need more.

—Babe —I stop her movements.

She slowly stops, wrapping her arms around my neck, giving me a concerned look as soon as she hears my voice.

—You're doing great, but I really need to fuck your brains out right now —I kiss her chin—. Turn around.

As much as I love feeling her that way, the constant sound of cars and the sudden whistle of a horn brings me back to reality. We're still in the middle of the street, fucking, because we were unable to hold it to ourselves any longer, we should end it before we get caught. Although I'm still planning on taking my time when we're back to her -or my- place.

She hops off, but hops back on in a reversed direction, her back facing me while she holds onto the handlebar. I move her body, positioning her in a way that could be comfortable for her while lifting her dress and my blazer to expose her ass. I slide her panties to the side, the most I'm able to so I can rub my tip on her entrance again. 

I slide in slowly, inch by inch again so she can get used to my size. It takes me a sigh from her to move just the way I was planning to, pounding into her as if cumming was a live or die thing, too focused on the way she feels hugging me tight to even care about anything else. 

—Nobody else will fuck you like this, baby. I'm the only one that can make you feel this good —I groan, after bending down over her body. 

Just like I want to reach my high, I want her to reach hers. That's why I cup her hips and lower them, while also making her back arch a bit more. On the next thrust, her hips are colliding against the sit, and I know her clit is also throbbing against the leather when some moans escape her lip, forcing me to cover her mouth with my hand. 

—You know I love your moans, but save them for later —I excuse myself. 

I can still hear the pleasure sounds that come from her though, drowned by my palm, while the squeaking sound of her pussy milking me is barely audible while I pound into her. A few seconds later, a familiar feeling runs over my spine and makes my hips buckle harder against her, feeling my release running over me without being able to avoid it. 

But of course I'm not done yet. 

I drag her on my lap when I sit back properly in my place, one hand still covering her mouth while the other rubs circles on her clit, feeling her whole body squirm and grind on me before her head falls back on my shoulder and a loud moan comes from her. 

—You think I'm done with you? —I ask, two of my fingers grabbing her chin to force her to look at me— No, this was just the starter so you stop teasing me while I drive. I think you've had enough fun these two weeks. It's my turn.

I lovingly cap my hand on her thigh, trying to comfort her, while I see her still trying to recover from her high. Our lips are linked together again, but this time is softer and slower, just letting her know I'm there at the same time I place her underwear and clothes properly, doing the same thing with mine right after. 

Once we're back in the lift of my building, it looks like we've been glued in that same position. And probably we would if we could. Although all of that stops when she's able to see her reflection in the mirror when we break the kiss.

—You, asshole, look at what you did.

—Should I kiss it better? —I raise my eyebrows.

Biting her shoulder was the only thing keeping me from moaning when I cummed in the alley. And I'm definitely not regretful of it. 

We both try to get comfortable when we get to my apartment, with both of us taking our shoes off before I head to the kitchen to get something to drink. And her answer, to the question of what she wants right now, makes me cackle.

—You.

—Me? You want to drink me? —I walk in her direction again. 

—I was trying to sound flirty.

Lifting her body, just to place it on the backrest of my couch,  I start caressing her thighs, losing myself to the sensation of how warm she feels. 

—You don't need to be flirty with me —I whisper on her lips—. You already got me wrapped around your finger.

Her dress is long gone at some point, and I'm finally able to see she did wear part of the lingerie she sent me -I was just too focused, and it was too dark, to be able to appreciate it back in the alley. That color suits her so much, it actually make sher look sexy and innocent at the same time.  

My hands keep moving up over her torso, my fingers setting a burning trail in between her tits until I get to her jaw. They wrap around her skin carefully, holding her face before I kiss her in the softest way I've probably ever done. She traces my lip with the tip of her tongue, only because she wanted to lick that lip ring that makes her go insane. Maybe I should add a second one... 

—You have no idea the pull you have on me —I move lower on her, following the trail of the caresses from minutes ago—. I've gone crazy these last two weeks.

The difference in the angle I'm seeing her plays ill with my mind, before I stop my mouth on her thong. She just lifts her hips, supporting her weight with both of the hands resting on the couch. Biting on her mound, I start to pull the fabric down her legs, getting rid of it. My lips start another trail of kisses, from her ankle to her inner thigh, soon filling my nostrils with the smell of her own arousal as I get closer to her core. 

I give her a teasing lick on her clit, making her instantly arch her back and tighten her fists on the backrest, before I dig my tongue deeper between her folds. I just want to get a quick taste, before I'm standing up again, still spreading kisses all over her body. I cup her pussy with my palm when I'm finally standing up in between her thighs, two of my fingers teasing her entrance while my tongue draws circles on one of her nipples, switching from one to another. 

—What do you want? —I ask, going back to her lips. 

—Fuck me —she traces my tattoos with the tips of her fingers—. Make me regret these two weeks.

Oh shit, there's nothing I'd like to do more right now. 

I take my clothes off, holding the packed condom in between my teeth while I try my best at getting naked fast. Y/n also helps me, unzipping my pants and lowering my underwear so my hard cock is already springing free against her inner thigh. 

I slide in with just one move, head resting on hers while my hands hold her in her place. I don't go as fast as I did before, I want to taste every rub of her walls, every squeeze and every heavy breath as if they were the last ones. 

—Keep your eyes on me —I command, getting ready to move a bit faster on her.

—Kook —she moans at the same time I move her body towards the edge of the backrest. 

—Look at you right now —I breathe heavily—. Such a fucking mess for me.

And I'm so fucking in love with the view. 

I recognize the look on her face, and the way her eyes are half closed while her lips are parted and accompanied by one moan after the other. The clear squeak sound of my cock filling her while my fingers rub her clit keep pushing her towards the edge, making her move her body as if she weren't able to do anything else. 

—Uh-huh, see how good this pussy is taking me.

Her legs wrap tight around my waist, and both of her hands cup my face, looking at me deep in my eyes before she finally lets herself go with a high-pitched moan. 

We are far from done. 

I lift her in the air, legs still wrapped around my waist, after I got rid of my pants with a quick kick that sent them far. Although something changes while I make my way to the bedroom and set her on the bed. 

The thought of somebody being able to see what I'm seeing, or even being looked at by her the way I am right now... How the fuck did I ever think I'd accept it? I want her, I need her; and I want Y/n to want me and need me just the same way, only me. 

I fuck her slowly, sinking into her as if I tried to be able to pay attention to every single reaction of her body to me, trying to get drunk of her. 

Fuck the deal, and fuck everything I thought would be right. 

—I can't stand thinking of others seeing you like this —I admit, breaking the soft kiss we were in—. I want to be the only one making you go crazy with my hands, my mouth, my cock. I don't care —I bite her chin—. But I want to be the only one.

I need to be her only one.

[resident-gay-bitch]

My Handsome Boy

ASK: "hi… it’s me again, sorry :) i was wondering if you could do eddie x ftm reader where the reader gets bullied by jason and jason says stuff like “she’s not even a real boy” or idk and it’s just eddie comforting the reader, thank you sm i love ur writing <;3" - @ilovejquinn

pairing: eddie munson x ftm!reader

summary: Jason Carver is a transphobic asshole who decides to openly attempt to humiliate you in the middle of school. no matter how low the jock makes you feel, Eddie’s always there to pick up the pieces. your number one supporter, right from the get go.

warnings: Transphobia, use of transphobic slurs (‘tranny’ & 'hermaphrodite’)

Reader Description: trans f to m, Y/N = your name, L/N = last name, D/N = dead name. 

The thing about Eddie is that he didn’t care about people’s differences. He was different himself. It’s why you initially took such a liking to him. It was way back in middle school, before you had even realised who you really were, when your hair still hung long, when you’d still put on pink shiny lip gloss in an attempt to fit in, when you still wore dresses and skirts everywhere you went. You remembered, it was right after the talent show, another student had just been booed off the stage for their ventriloquy act. You found it rather amusing, actually, but this kid had thick framed glasses, he was book smart, he always wore superhero shirts to school, and during his act he matched his outfit to his puppet and made jokes about sci-fi and fantasy books. The jocks didn’t like that. So they booed him off, none of them suffered any consequences of course. But you remembered, you were walking around the back of the school to your mum’s car, and you saw Eddie and his old buzz cut with a soft hand on the crying boy’s shoulder, his other hand cradling the puppet. You remembered over hearing what he had said when you walked past, 

“I loved the joke you made about The Hobbit man, I love those books so much. My uncle got me the hard backs for my birthday. Maybe you’d like to borrow them some time, if you don’t mind my drawings and little writings in the margins.” 

“You mean it?” The boy perked up.

“Hell yeah.” Eddie smiled. 

“You can borrow my director’s edition of the Starwars films sometime, if you like that stuff too.” 

“No way man! You have those?” Eddie grinned, “I’m jealous. How do you get this puppet to speak like you do? I think it’s really cool.” He tried to move its mouth with his hand. 

“It’s– it’s pretty stupid.” 

“No it’s not.” Eddie spoke with full sincerity, a wide smile spread across his face, “It looks really hard to do. You must have, like… magic or something to make it work. Are you a wizard or something?” 

You thought he must have been the sweetest boy alive, because you knew damn well that he didn’t even see that boys whole act. He was backstage himself, practising for his own set. His band got booed off stage that day too. Yet, no one comforted him. So the next day back at school, you fought down all your nerves and walked right up to him at lunch. His table went quiet, eyes all dead set on you. No one dared ever talk to them, they were the freaks… the outcasts. But deep down, you knew you were one too, and you didn’t want anyone to feel as alone as you did. 

“Uhm…” you started, and neither of them blinked, “I just wanted to say that… I– I thought your song was really cool yesterday. Did you write it?” 

Eddie laughed, he full on laughed, rolling his eyes and shaking his head, “Why don’t you just fuck off instead of making more fun of us?” 

“What?” your words caught in your throat, you didn’t understand why he was being so mean. 

“Your song was so cool.” he mimicked in a high pitched preppy voice, “We get it. Satan’s music. Whatever.” 

“No, I-” you swallowed the lump in your throat down, “I mean it… it’s not exactly my taste, but I still thought it was cool. Did you write it, or was it a cover? You said it was called Wicked World or something.” 

Eddie’s face turned red, “You– you mean it?” 

You just nodded. 

“Ye-” He cleared his throat, “We– It’s a cover. From Black– Black Sabbath.” 

You nodded, “I just wanted to tell you that someone thought it was cool.”

“Thanks.” He smiled sheepishly. 

“I like your guitar too… It looks so cool.” 

He beamed up at you, those big brown eyes looking deep into your soul, the slight pink in his cheeks. That’s when you knew you had a crush on him. 

You were invited into his friend group after that, and after a couple months, you finally felt like you belonged somewhere… like you fit in. It took you a few more years to figure out that you weren’t actually a girl. And the first person you told was Eddie. You were terrified. Absolutely the most scared you had ever felt in your entire life. The first thing he said to you, after you explained your situation to him, was something you never expected, 

“Do you want me to cut your hair? Or do you like it long, like mine?” 

You looked at him, awestruck. Not a single response comes to mind. 

“You want to look more like a boy, right? Or am I getting confused?” 

“No, I-” You shook your head in disbelief, “I do want to look like a boy- I am… I am a boy.” 

“Yeah.” He smiled, jumping to his feet, “If you want some boy clothes, you can have some of mine. Come on, let’s pick some out for you.” 

Once Eddie helped turn you into you, you decided to face your parents. Eddie right beside you as you did. Your father didn’t really understand, but he tried his best and respected your choices. He slipped up a lot, but you knew he was trying, and that was all that mattered. You mum however, needed a little more time to come around to the idea. She left to live with her friend for a while, but when she was ready to return, she handed you your first binder. Goodbye bandages! Thank You mum! 

You had your first kiss at seventeen. It was during a game of spin the bottle with Hellfire, plus a few stray outcasts from around the school that Jeff had invited along to his birthday party. The rules were simple, if it landed on the opposite gender, you had to kiss right there, if it landed on the same gender, you had to tell them a deep dark secret. When it was Eddie’s turn to spin, it landed on you. That struck a problem, no one really knew what to categorise you as. It hurt. 

“He’s a boy.” Eddie said in full confidence. 

“Yeah, but-”

“He’s a boy.” He smiled at you, standing on his feet and reaching his hand out to you, “Come on Y/N, I got the perfect secret to tell you.” 

It was really the bare minimum, but since Eddie was the only one to give you that, it made your heart soar. He took you around the corner, the designated secret sharing spot, and smiled at you softly. 

“You okay?” 

“I am now.” you smiled. 

“Good.”

“So, what’s your secret, Edward Munson? What have you been hiding from me?” 

“Well… I never thought I would tell anyone this… ever. But, since you told me the scariest thing about yourself, it’s only fair.” 

You nodded your head, smiling at him for assurance. 

“I’m–” He cleared his throat, “I’m gay.” 

Your eyes widened, your mouth hung slack for a moment. Your heart fucking skipped a beat. 

“Is that okay?” He looked at the ground instead of you. 

Obviously Eddie, you thought, “Why wouldn’t you be? Have you seen Robert Plant?” 

Eddie looked up at you, his head tipped slightly and he raised his eyebrows, “Yeah… yeah I’ve seen him. Are- do you see Robert Plant like that?”

You nodded your head with a soft smile, “So… you into anyone?”

He swallowed thickly, “Maybe.” 

You held your breath, “Who?”

Eddie looked back to the ground, his cheeks bright red, “Well… he’s really cool, he makes me smile a lot… he– he is super handsome, and probably likes my guitar more than me.” 

You couldn’t help the small smile that creeped onto your face, you bit your lip to hide it and shuffled in your spot a little. 

“Is that… okay?” He looked up at you slowly, “Do you mind?”

“Eddie,” you smiled softly, “are you that oblivious to the fact that I’ve had a crush on you since middle school?” 

Those perfect eyes stared right into yours, slightly alarmed, a little taken aback, but mostly burning with desire, “Apparently I am.” 

You laughed. 

“Can we totally fuck the rules of spin the bottle so I can kiss you anyway?” 

“When have the rules ever applied to us, Ed’s?” you smiled and pulled yourself a little closer. 

Since that night, Eddie would never leave your side. To everyone else in the world you were just a couple of inseparable best friends, and a couple of freaks. But to each other, you were everything. Behind closed doors you would hold each other close, and you’d kiss, and you let yourself fall in love. The only other person to know about the two of you was Wayne, because he picked up on everything. 

——————————————————————————

“Dude, no way.” you laughed, your voice deeper than usual, you had finally started on T a few weeks ago.

“Yes way.” Gareth smiled as you walked between classes, “I still can’t get over your voice man, it’s so weird.”

Your heart sank. 

“Not like that!” He was quick to say, “it’s just different. I’m used to your voice being higher, you know. It just catches me off guard.” 

A smile surfaced back to your face, “Yeah, I guess it surprises me sometimes too.” 

It was the first day back at school after spring break, no one but Eddie and his band members had been around you since your voice dropped. So it was safe to say you got a few weird looks here and there, a few odd questions about it Eddie was quick to answer for you whenever he was around. It felt good, to finally grow into yourself a little more, but the amount of attention it got you felt horrible. You felt like a walking target, bright blinking arrows pointed right at your head from every direction and honking noises came out of the ground with every step you took. You were just relieved no one had picked a fight with you yet. 

“L/N!” 

Yeah, I spoke too soon. 

“D/N L/N!” Jason Carver called out from across the hall. 

Only a small number of people called you by your real name. You were used to it, but it still cut like a knife, every goddamn time. 

“What?” you turned to him slowly. 

He laughed, “So it’s true. Your nonexistent balls finally dropped.” 

You rolled your eyes, “What’s it to you, Carver?” 

“Ohhh, someones feeling sassy today, isn’t she?” that wicked smirk on the corner of his lips dug deep into your soul. 

“He.” Gareth spoke up, correcting the jock.

“I hardly think so. She’s a fake. Not an ounce of man in her body.” 

“And you think there’s an ounce in yours?” you hummed. 

He glared at you, “Thats bold, coming from someone in your position, D/N.”

“Thats not my name.” 

“I. Don’t. Care.” he shook his head, a small chuckle erupting from his lungs, “Your still a freak. Who cares what the freak wants?” 

Your face started to heat. 

“Awh, look at that, the Tranny’s gonna cry.” 

You looked away, tears threatening to spill, “Fuck off, Jason. Don’t you have some balls to play with or something?” 

“Hey!” He snapped, learching closer till he was right in front of your face, “Don’t you dare speak to me with such disrespect, you piece of shit.” 

“Go away.” you whispered, eyes clamping shut as you tried to take a step back. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, “don’t want to risk catching the hermaphrodite disease.” 

He half laughed, half scoffed before walking back to his little parade of friends. Eddie came racing around the corner having heard about the previous interaction. He came to a screeching halt right in front of you, his hands landing on your biceps, his eyes scanning your red face, a certain tenderness in his expression that made your heart sink a little. 

“What did he say?” 

You couldn’t speak, you knew if you did you would only cry. He looked at Gareth who just slowly shook his head, sadness in his eyes. 

“Come on, we’re skipping.” He grabbed your hand, and took your books from you, leading you through the halls and out to his spot in the forest behind the school, “I got you, sweetheart. You’re safe with me.” 

You hurried along beside him, clutching onto his hand for dear life as you crossed the empty football field. When you arrived, he carefully sat you down on the picnic bench, pulling his jacket off and placing it down on the table before squatting down in front of you.

“You wanna tell me what happened? Or not yet?” his tone was soft, the gentle hum of his voice was the cushioning your heart so desperately needed. 

You looked at him, eyes glassy, your vision blurring as tears spilled out, “Am I a disease, Eddie?” 

“What the fuck?” a lump formed in his throat, “Did he say that to you?” 

You nodded. 

“No. no your not.” He grabbed your hands, “If you were, wouldn’t you think I would have caught it by now? You know… considering I’ve had my tongue down your throat and everything?” 

“Eddie!” You swatted his chest, a small laugh was shared between the two of you. 

“He kept calling me a girl.” you sighed, “Telling me I was fake and stuff. He made fun of my voice.” 

“Are you kidding me? How could he make fun of that?” He smiled, “It sounds so good already. Maybe he’s just jealous you sound more manly than him.” 

You half heartedly smiled, your hands still in his, tears still creeping their way down your cheeks. 

“You remember I only like dudes right? So if you were a girl, or a fake guy, there would be no way for me to love you, sweetheart.”

“But I don’t look like a boy.” 

“You do to me.” He smiled, “I think you are the most handsome boy I have ever seen… apart from maybe Robert Plant.” 

You bit your lip, how did he always make you laugh when you felt so glum like this? 

“It doesn’t matter what that fuckwad thinks. It doesn’t matter what any of them think, they’re all fucking losers. You, Y/N L/N are a boy, through and through, and I love you everyday because of it. Anyone who wants to disagree, doesn’t deserve to have you in their life. They don’t deserve to know such a beautiful person.” 

“You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend.” You sighed. 

“So fucking what?” He scoffed, shuffling a little closer, “Shouldn’t that make it more meaningful? The people that love you, and accept you… those people mean the most, right?”

You looked at your hands as you played with one of his rings, “I suppose.” 

“I promise you, Y/N, you’re not fake. You’re just as real as I am.” He smiled up at you softly, “Yeah, you might have had to take a few more steps to get there, yeah… the postage company sent a few wrong parts-” 

You laughed, your eyes fluttering shut for a moment and you took a breath. 

“But that’s okay. Because deep down inside, you are a boy. You always have been, and you always will be.” He pulled one of your hands tight to his chest, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your knuckles, “I hate that there will be some people- a lot of people, that arent gonna like it… but none of those people really matter. None of those people mean anything. Me, your parents, the guys… we will always love you, and accept you, and let you be who you really are because you matter, and you are valid, and you are real.” 

You took a shaky breath, more tears threatened to spill, but this time they weren’t tears of hurt, “You really think that?” 

“Sweetheart, I know that.” 

You shut your eyes softly, a small tear slipped from the corner, and then another, and then another. Eddie kissed your knuckles again, a swift hand came up to wipe at your tears. His hands cupped your face gently, the calloused pads of his thumbs brushed over the undersides of your eyes and the high of your cheeks, now wet with your tears. He whispered sweet hums of reassurance and shushs as he let you catch up to your emotions. 

“I really love you, Eddie.” you whispered. 

“I really love you too, my handsome boy.” He smiled so softly, you thought if you started at it too long you would break. 

[ofmermaidstories]

Hey, Merms! 👋

You always do such a good job avoiding physical descriptions when writing the Y/N's, but lately I've been wondering: what kinds of clothes do you personally imagine them wearing? You once mentioned your "headcanons" for the kinds of perfume they might wear, and I thought that was super fun. Also, you always describe clothes so beautifully! The parts in something where Kenzo, Kihara, and Scribbles are going over the Hero Gala outfits are some of my favorites.

On that note, I'm especially curious about Scribbles' wardrobe, since Deku's poor fashion choices are always a point of major contention lol.

I love getting to play with clothing, in writing, because beyond just liking clothes, personally, narratively they serve such an important function in world/character-building. Clothes are so telling of a person! Which is why I find it so necessary to avoid it as much as humanly possible with a Y/N, unless there’s a narrative/meta reasoning for it (getting a new coat, scarf; being kitted out for a formal event. Indulging in high-end lingerie to showcase you do think about what you’re wearing, at least intimately, and thus giving you a reason to be judgemental of someone else’s poor tastes in fucking cargo pants). But okay, I’ll play. 👀 Putting everything under a cut, so those of our friends who don’t want the fun/fantasy of the Y/N they imagine ruined don’t have to see my subjective taste in fashion, LOL.

Let’s start off with my baby, Weedsy-woo.

Weeds would wear a lot of natural fibres, like 100% linen pants or dresses, woollen tops for the cooler months. Weeds was raised by Granddad, so Weed’s style would be unconsciously conservative, (high necklines, for example) especially on days when Weeds is working in the shop (which is most days lmao). Granddad was a practical man, though! So even though there’d be a unintentional romanticism in Weed’s choices (a lot of flowy cuts in the dresses and skirts), they’re made knowing that Weeds has to stand or work in them, and that they need to be comfortable and be able to handle, idk, getting wet from dripping flower ends, be about to get dirty and easily washable. There’d be a lot of soft colours (beiges and pale rosy pinks, sage greens) with the occasional vibrant pop of colour (a fun print of fluro pink and yellow and orange, for example, on a top maybe; or the red coat Akane gifts Weeds for Christmas, the yellow scarf from Katsuki). Once Katsuki comes into the picture and has carved out his own permanent space, some of his jackets would start appearing slung over a shop chair, or wrapped around Weeds in the early morning hours of the freezing warehouses of the flower markets.

Okay though, let’s talk my troublemarker Scribbles.

Scribbles is sloppy. Wide-leg men’s pants, fished out from a 200-yen bin at an op-shop. Old, well-worn band t-shirts that have given so much in slack they slip over the shoulder. A sarong from a little Bali-import store that Scribbles finds in Mum’s stuff, when Mum moves to New Zealand. Oversized mens shirts, fished out from that same op-shop, layered over crop tops and silky singlets. Scribbles would like cuts that show cleavage, because why spend good money on lingerie if you’re not going to show it off somehow?

But mostly, I don’t think Scribbles would really overthink things. Because Scribbles spends like, idk, 17 hours or something bent over a tablet/lightboard, trying to draw, the pieces Scribs wears have to be comfortable (cue the wide pants, the oversized shirts). Scribbles crawls out of bed at 8 am (after coming home at 4am), crawls into the first pair of pants that smell clean and then idk, a random top pulled from a basket, before throwing on on old painter’s overcoat, because the aircon can get kind of chilly. But because Scribbles is an artist (an artist raised by a model mother who adored fashion), Scribs has an unwitting eye for it—every piece in Scribble’s wardrobe can be mixed and matched. I’ve always, always, from day one imagined Scribbles to be the kind of Cool Girl that can make anything work, from sheer attitude alone, but I think the deck was stacked from the beginning for Scribs, too. I think it makes it doubly unfair that Scribbles is so mean about Deku’s choices LOL, because Scribbles just takes it for granted that of course people can dress well, so wtf is he doing with all those cheesy t-shirts? That kindergarten colour-blocking he has going on with the hero merch? Disgusting, pull yourself together, Deku.

[rreskk]

Hello !

Saw your post about the mashup so here I am x)

Physically, well, I'm in my 20s, I'm ~1m73 (idk how much that is in feet). I'm pretty muscular, especially my arms. I work out on a daily basis along with helping my family when needed and when I go to feed some of my animals. I wear glasses (thanks to my myopia). I have a few scars, many due to thoughtless actions. I dress a lot in black, not too fond of flachy colors nor dresses or skirts. An appearance that may make you think I'm closed to others but when you know me I'm more like a koala (want hugs, all the time if I could)

Mentally, I love horror movies, thriller / detective books or fanfics… . I listen to almost everything musically (except rap) but I have a preference for metal (Rammstein <3) or american folk (Poor Man's Poison) or Rock and electro swing. A rather hard past but which hardened me in the good as in the bad. Tendency to put myself down a lot or question myself (for example my description is not ridiculous or too developed ^^') and I have some complexes about my appearance...

I think I've covered the "important" stuff Really sorry if this isn't what you expected as a self description 😅

So with who you can mashup me ? xD

I match you with Trevor!

Your physique and fashion sense draws him in. Although his type is varied, he does have a huge soft spot for mature and strong people. (you being that!) in the sense of your insecurities, he’ll happily help bring out the confidence in you. Trevor has no shame in loving you and will express his love, no matter what. You share the same music taste as well as movies. With shared interests, Trevor will automatically feel closer to you, mentally.

Besides… being intimidating but actually cuddly is similar to Trevor as well. He’d absolutely adore you and your personality.

I hope you’d be able to handle his craziness…

(A/N: you sound so cool btw, like omg. Thank you!! It was so much fun doing this!!)

[stxrmxtsu]

i guess that brings me to my hcs!

• trust me when i say, i try to draw oso and ichi chubbier than the rest.

• anyway, osomatsu has longer ‘unkempt’ hair, almost a mullet kind of deal because i strongly believe he doesn’t really maintains his appearance. because he doesn’t care. lol.

he has the signature osomatsu smile, sometimes i draw him winking and doing all kinds of silly poses n junk and he is always drawn with his regular outfit.

• karamatsu has, what i like to call, a douchey face mainly because i always draw him doing his like…karamatsu face. idk. he also kinda sorta has long hair, i like to say he just trims the back and then lets it grow out js a tiny bit.

he sports his classic leather jacket, his dumbass tank top and i sometimes take the time to draw his chain buuuttt 🤷‍♀️ and then finally, his sunglasses! always propped on his head.

edit: TOTALLY FORGOT! i draw him with ‘diamond’ earrings because…he would.

• choro is the one that i try to keep the original art style for his hair. it just looks…normal. i guess

gap tooth! one of my favorite artists online headcanons (and draws) choro with a gap in his teeth so it rubbed off on me and now i can never not see choro without a gap.

and finally, he wears his green button up!

• ichimatsu’s hair i like to play with, sometimes i draw his similar to oso’s but more messier but other than that, he has his classic messy ichi hair. of course the lidded eyes, sometimes i also draw him with piercings and sharp teeth (if he’s showing teeth)

i always have him wear his ‘DAT’ shirt and sweatpants, although he’s the only other one i play dress up with!

(and fun fact, if i ever was just in a mood, i used to draw him wearing a chest binder..!)

• jyushimatsu is similar to ososmatsu and choromatsu. for oso, its keeping his outfit the same as you would see regular ol’ jyushi and choro, the hair. and then i keep his face as jyushi as it can be! i try to also give him his eyelashes

• todomatsu is….

okay once again. this isn’t favoritism please for the love of god don’t-

- i give him eyelashes because feminine/trans totty supremacy.

- stupid little :3 face

- star earrings!! FUNNY STORY: so when i first started being in this fandom and before i knew who ANY of them were (and also fully watched the show), i took a quiz on which sextuplet i would have as a boyfriend. i ended up getting todomatsu, and i made this really shit piece of sketch fanart of him and while i drew him i was like, ‘he deserves earrings…what about stars?’ and…UM— yOU KNOW HOW ‘STAR OF HOPE’ IS A THING?

YEAH.

AND I STILL DRAW HIM WITH STAR EARRINGS. I KEPT GOING.

yeah.

- aNyway.

i play dress up with him the most because, once again, not favoritism

i put him in mostly a pink sweater with a white collar underneath and skirts and all that stuff.

i draw him in pants tho sometimes! so anyone who maybe *doesn’t* like feminine totty (for some fucking reason), don’t fret! i don’t ALWAYS draw todomatsu in skirts.

how i draw the matsunos! (and no totty being colored isn’t favoritism plz don’t attack me i-)

this is my own art style when i’m not committing violent acts trying to get the original art style down…so-

[touchfluffytaiil]

finally finished that request of eli dressing cole n poe up!! sorry for taking so long ive been busy ^^

[click for high quality]

[sukirichi]

black magic [01]

REQUEST. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife)

CONTENT/WARNINGS. some suggestive scenes, but overall fluff and romance! slight crack fic, I guess? I was laughing when I wrote this lol

NOTES. I NEED A HUSBAND! SUKUNA I’M GOING TO CRY GOODBYE THIS HAS ME SOFT. also anon i’m not sure if you wanted something with more ~sexual tension~ since this is kind of just comedic, but I hope you like it anyway!

part one | part two (nsfw)

“This is new,” you comment with a glare, your ankle propped on Sukuna’s knee.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pushing your skirt aside to clean the wounds you attained through exorcising curses. You’ve taken a particularly strong curse today and you’re caught off guard, barely finishing the mission unscathed. Limping all the way back home isn’t easy especially since you live on top of the darned mountain, but if Sukuna’s going to kneel in front of you like this...maybe it wasn’t too tough a journey. “You should stop going to missions you’re not ready for. Look at you, all wounded and bloody.”

“You sound like you care.”

“You’re my wife,” he huffs while dropping the bloody towel on the floor. Sukuna wraps the bandage around your ankle and carries you bridal style even though you’re perfectly capable of walking, but he shoots you a silencing glare. You’d have knocked him in the face any other day, but he’s particularly warm and smells nice today – plus you’re beat – that you bury your face in his chest, ignoring that stupid fluttering in your stomach. “Of course I do.”

You snicker, mind tracing back to your earlier years of this dreaded marriage.

It definitely wasn’t the best – the memories blurring between strangling each other to making out as if breathing was never a thing – and it felt like forever ago when you first met him.

You’d never say it out loud, but... you don’t regret this arranged marriage. Not when Sukuna is tucking himself beside you on the bed, your head above his muscular chest a place similar to home. He covers both your bodies over with a blanket, pulling your body closer to him with a strong arm, his lips pressing onto the crown of your head.

Ugh, you think to yourself, giving in to the need to cuddle your husband after a long day of work. You still refuse to say it out loud, though, and you irk him further by muttering, “That’s not what you said two years ago.”

“I wasn’t in love with you then.”

 “I refuse to be married to you!”

Sukuna fights back the urge to cover his ears. Ever since your clan decided to visit his land and started exorcising curses one by one, his life has been nothing but hell. Not only are your relatives the most arrogant people ever with a consistent god complex, they just had to let their little mortal child be in charge of taking on the stronger curses. Seriously, what were they thinking, sending you – who’s barely even out of their training bra years – to deal with curses like him?

Everyone knows Sukuna is a no bullshit man. He won’t hesitate to cut your head off the moment you came raging at him, but then he sees how young you are and decides to send you back to your family.

Expecting that everyone would just call it a day and he’d get offerings for his unexpected mercy, Sukuna is beyond stupefied when they send you back to his temple, all dressed pretty with a basket of fruits and flowers braided in your hair. He remembers growling because you look adorable, but that’s easily wiped away when you open your mouth, your voice scratchy against his ears as you stomp your feet like the young mortal you are.

Sukuna pushes a thumb to his forehead to ease the impending headache, and that’s just from your presence. Something inside him tells that you’re going to be a bigger pain than you look.

“You don’t have much of a choice. You should’ve thought of that before deciding to run rampage over my land,” he reminds, turning boredly to his lone servant from above his throne. Sukuna isn’t impressed, to say the least, especially with your clan’s audacious proposition to gain his favour just this once. “Is this really the woman you bring me – the one they insist to be my wife?”

“She is their best fighter, my Lord.”

Well, he can’t disagree to that. You did, after all, single-handedly give him a cut on the cheek. “She’s feisty indeed.”

“Don’t talk as if I’m not here!”

“Mouthy too,” he mumbles to himself, but your sorcerer senses are sharp and easily picks up on it. He sees you flush angry again, looking immensely adorable with your tiny fists clenched like that and he snorts, waving a hand in the air. “Whatever. Get the wedding over with,” he nods to his servant, his sigh loud and tired as he makes his way to you.

You don’t stiffen at each haunting step, his eyes only glimmering harder with entertainment. It’s rare to find a mortal that doesn’t quiver at the sight of him, the urge to break you only growing stronger.

Even as he cups your face, making sure to not let his claws dig into your precious skin, Sukuna smirks. You’ll be entertaining indeed.

So Sukuna makes a promise, four eyes surveying the way your body is starting to fill in curves at the right places, the swell of your flesh just perfect in his hands... He chuckles to himself, daunting you further as he leans down to your ear, taking pleasure in the slight way your breath hitches. “Maybe then I’ll get to teach you a lesson or two.”

You’re definitely something else, taking advantage of each presented opportunity and not wasting any time before you make your move. Right after the wedding and everyone’s left, leaving you alone with your new husband behind closed doors; you push him until he’s on the ground, legs straddling each side of his hips while you growl above him – the sound similar to a battle cry.

Sukuna merely smirks, barely moving a muscle as his large hands come up to rest on your hips to steady you. “I’ve imagined countless ways you’d be on top of me like this,” his eyes light up with humour upon feeling the cold blade on his skin, “None of them included a knife on my neck though.”

“Shut your mouth. I will kill you myself,” you warn, pressing your knife harder until it draws a slight tinge of blood.

You hardly look threatening above him like this, dolled up to look the best in your wedding with this cursed being. If anything, you look more divine than deadly, and Sukuna thinks that perhaps your beauty could be your best weapon. You are bewitching, after all.

“I refuse to be your Queen and sit next to your throne.”

“Then why didn’t you stop the wedding?”

“I—”

Sukuna’s teasing grin grows wider when you pull back, trying so hard to not trip over your words. It takes all of his self-restraint to not take you right then and there, but he does a good job of holding back, enjoying this view above him instead. “Could it be you’re attracted to me after all, hm, little one?”

“Do not test me, Curse. I’m more than capable of exorcising you myself.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. You’re the strongest in the Gojo clan, are you not?” he prompts to appease you, “I don’t even want to see what you’re capable of, but maybe, just maybe...” just as his eyes darken, the edges of his lips turning up into a smirk, Sukuna digs his claws into your thigh in a possessive show of ownership, a painful reminder that you’re his now. “...You could put on a little show for me?”

“I hate you!”

Experienced and strong as you are, you’re nothing compared to a thousand year old curse who’s killed a lot more people faster than you could blink. Sukuna immediately notices the animalistic way you draw your blade, arm swung back with rage written all over your face. Before you could so much as bat an eye, he easily switches the positions until you’re under him, using only one hand to pin your arms above your head, your blade effortlessly thrown to the other side of the room.

“As I thought, you’re a lot prettier under me like this,” he observes, roaming his eyes shamelessly over the fabric clinging prettily to your body. You’ve fallen silent at his unconcealed attention, your compliance enticing him to lean closer just to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“Not so feisty now, little one? Where’d all your hatred for me go?” Sukuna pulls back with widened eyes, “Oh? Am I hearing it wrong or is your pathetic human heart beating so loud right now?” You refuse to look at him, wriggling your hips in an attempt to leave, completely unaware that the mere movement is hypnotizing the curse above you. Sukuna grips your hips in warning, not wanting to destroy you – not now, anyway. “You know all you need to do is say it. I’d gladly take you right here and then.” His words spoken with that deep, throaty voice immediately sends a wave of heat down your core, but you turn away from him, breathing hard and nervously; something Sukuna picks up on in an instant. “Little one...have you never had a man hold you like this before?”

“N-no...”

“I see. Pure and innocent behind that ferocity, huh?” He surprises you by pulling away, smoothening his white robes down as he leaves you panting still on the floor. “Fine. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

“I’d rather die before that ever comes out from my mouth.”

“We’ll see about that,” he smirks, winking at you before he shuts the door. “Little one.”

There’s a lot of weird – and utterly inconvenient things – about being Sukuna’s wife. The man eats everything, absolutely everything, and it doesn’t help that he sucks at hunting too. For a man so huge and burly, he sure is lazy, preferring to do the laundry in the riverside instead while you go out every day to prepare your meals.

You actually don’t mind, but it’s very fun to complain around him.

You’re on your way back to the temple when Sukuna grabs at you, making you drop the freshly caught birds onto the ground. Your brows furrow, about to scold him for being too eager again when Sukuna stares at your arm, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Following his line of sight, your lips form an ‘o’ shape. There’s blood trickling down your forearm from his claws accidentally cutting you, guilt written all over his face. Another weird thing about Sukuna is that he babbles a lot when he’s emotional, and you’re too tired to hear him beat himself over it that you just drag him inside your room, sitting his ass down before taking a clipper.

Sukuna scoffs when you start cutting his nails. It irks him that you don’t even bother wiping the blood off first and he tsks, eyes narrowed at you. “You should have thicker skin.”

You roll your eyes as you file his nails; you’ve been married to him long enough to know it’s his way of saying sorry. Not wanting to let him wallow in guilt any louder, you pad kisses over his knuckles before swiping the black ink off your desk, using a pen brush to colour your nails instead. Sukuna hovers behind you, head tilted to the side as he watched you. “Are you painting your nails black?” he utters in disbelief, trying to ignore the fact he feels...proud and even a little smug. “Not so fitting for the angelic sorcerer now, isn’t it?”

“I’m only doing this so you don’t feel left out.”

“Maybe I’ll add markings to your pretty face too,” he cups your jaw to make you turn to him, landing a solid kiss flat to your lips which makes you sigh, pretending to be annoyed but leaning over for another peck anyway. Sukuna laughs and pulls you onto his lap, kissing your neck this time around, a little annoyed that you don’t stop in brandishing your nails. “Wife, what do you think?”

“I have work, Sukuna. You flirting with me doesn’t change the fact I need to go.”

“Come home safe for me, at least?” he breathes down your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You’ve definitely changed since the first time he’s met you, starting from a mean (although he stands strong that you are still mean to him sometimes) temperamental little one to a mature, stronger sorcerer who’s secretly weak for his wife.

Unable to resist him as always, you turn around once you’ve finished painting your nails, rubbing your nose over his until your strong, scary husband is turning into putty at your hands. “Of course I will,” you peck his lips one last time, Sukuna’s eyes closing as he dives in for a deeper kiss. “I’ll always come back home to my handsome husband.”

If anyone were to ask how it’s possible that the King of Curses is actually very soft for his sorcerer wife, everyone would claim it’s impossible and a heresy – but if you ask Sukuna, it’s probably just black magic doing its wonders.

[existingonthisplane]

Okay so listen, as some of you know, I had the unfortunate realization that Will Byers is a jorts wearer.

But little did I know that that was a blessing in disguise!!

I would like to welcome you to:

The El Hopper and Will Byers Clothing style HC/How it started ??!

(That title is honestly too long)

So, if you’ve seen some random posts on here (or read the fic I’ve been writing) you already know that I HC Will and El (mainly El but Will gets roped in) to start exploring their clothing styles.

El gets super into it because it’s another way to express herself. It started off with Max in S3 but it’s gotten pretty big as she’s gotten older. At first starting off with just her finagling something together off of hand-me-downs and store bought things to her finally being able to explore other options once she has a source of income. She even starts sewing n stuff!!! It’s cool!

And because El gets as passionate about it as she does, I have no doubt in my mind that she starts testing and gifting things to her family.

Jonathan outgrew one of his favorite shirts? Boom suddenly it’s altered with extra patterns! It’s not the same but he still loves it.

Joyce has an old dress from when she was in hs that she doesn’t get any use out of anymore? Surprise! A brand new top and matching skirt just for her.

Will ripped his jeans randomly? Poof, suddenly they’re patchwork and distressed!!

It doesn’t always turn out great but it’s fun! And she’s experimenting and she just gets really really good at it. It’s becomes one of her stress relievers along with other arts and crafts.

Now to me, I think the Hopper-Byers siblings have a tradition. A tradition of sharing their art with each other. The whole trio are creatives in their own right and they love to mash those abilities together!

So when El gets her first wind of fashion shows and models and how all that works you can BET she’s sharing it. Telling how she’d think it’d be fun to do one. This is probably a little further into their stay at Lerona, Jonathan isn’t around as much and their mom is constantly busy. It’s just been Will and El, El and Will. They’ve gotten a lot closer.

Will is a little reluctant at first because he isn’t so sure about the whole “modeling” thing but El is pretty convincing and so after some designing (El showing her ideas, Will throwing in some of his own, then drawing together) and creating and everything else they’ve finally got outfits! And Jonathan offers to take pictures and Joyce gets out a video camera!

And the wonder twins make their debut wearing the most on brand Hopper-Byers family outfits but it’s got this El-ness about it. All clashing patterns but still a cohesiveness to it. The video doesn’t go anywhere and the photos get hung up within the house but it was so fun for the both of them. It was just silly and good and Will realizes he likes explore fashion with her. That them designing things together was super fun! Thus the WillEl fashion exploration extravaganza begins haha

At first it’s really just them spending time together. Will working on his art (probably the painting at this point) and El designing while she relaxes in his bed. But eventually it evolves a bit, where sometimes they design together or they just talk about it in general while their doing their own things.

El starts wearing some of her stuff more and more to school. She’s still having a rough time there and Will notices this. Especially when they get home one day and he watches her rush to her room and slam the door hard after a particularly rough day of bullying. He wishes he could come up with something to say. But he’s more of a show and not tell type of guy so he comes up with something else.

He’s a little nervous about the solution he’s come up with but he thinks it’ll help a lot. He turns on El’s hand me down sewing machine (she’d left it in his room the day before when they’d been art-ing together) and gets to work. That night he knocks on his sisters door and gifts her a flannel of his completed with a very messy but lovingly embroidered “Wonder Twins” written in purple on the breast pocket.

Will is wearing his own flannel, it’s not the same one but it’s close enough to what shes been given. His also says “Wonder Twins”, even messier than her own, and in yellow. Will goes on a whole explanation about how her bullies are dumb and don’t know what their missing out on. That she’s the coolest person he knows and he’s proud to call her his sister.

He nearly gets the wind knocked out of him at the force of her hug but it’s worth it.

She puts on her new shirt, and laughs when she notices that the breast pocket’s been sewn closed.

“You probably should’ve used the embroidery kit we have.”

“You mean the sewing machine?”

“No.” And she’d laugh some more.

The next day they’d wear their shirts to school. And El would probably still be getting picked on but it’s not so bad when she knows she’s got Will in her corner.

That’s how the tradition starts though, they start matching every now and again. Usually a Wednesday or a Friday. And at first it’s just little things but eventually it starts becoming full on outfits (I will draw these for y’all) and they evolve as the two of them discover what they like to dress in.

Eventually when they get back to Hawkins the tradition doesn’t really stop. It slows some during the War with Vecna and it’s a lot different considering it’s the apocalypse but they never drop it.

And when things are finally over and they can finally live a life that isn’t full of battling interdimensional creatures they’re able to bring it back full force. And it’s really full force because now they don’t care about what others think, about the kids their age would say or what they’d do, not after all the stuff they just went though. 

So all through their last year of highschool, you get some crazy imaginative fits. Some of them are sleek and cool and others just go absolutely crazy.

El’s style is a mashup of so many things. She’s very versatile but it’s always always accompanied by some form of patterns and color. She is not a dull color kind of girl and it really shows. Her favorite thing to do is also accessorize, she’s got all kinds of things, a lot that she’s made. Earrings made of things she’s found around the house and repainted, charm brackets with giant charms, you name it!

Will’s own style is a lot more simplified but the edges of El’s influence still show on him. He’s kind of got like a preppy, neat and tidy look. But that’s just in the way that he fits the clothes to his body, all tucked shirts and ironed pants. No wrinkles. If you were to take that away it’d be a bit more grungy but with lots of color. A distressed undershirt here and there covered by a button up he’s left opened and tucked for example. El’s influence comes into place with the patterns. Sometimes he’ll get shirts that have crazy patterns on them that he really likes looking at (he starts to do this more as he gets older too) but mostly his crazed patterns can be found on the socks he’s wearing. He’s got a whole collection and it starts to become a habit for others to randomly gift him some too.

Eventually this kind of things starts to rub off on the whole party and now everyone has at least one pair of absolutely atrociously styled socks!

It’s a regular Wednesday morning. The party is meeting up in the cafeteria before school starts like they’ve been doing everyday for the past 2 months. Lucas is running late and the party is discussing where he could be considering how timely he usually is. Suddenly Lucas is bursting through the door “you guys won’t believe why I’m late” he says but everyone is too busy staring at his pug covered socks that he has on full display.

Dustin walking home after a DND meeting sporting a freshly bought pair of Albert Einstein socks where the guys face is on one half of each sock and if you stand together you get the whole face.

Max and El, chilling in her room. Max’s socks say sk8er girl in crazy fonts and random colors. El’s socks having kitten faces all over them

Mike and Will wearing matching Bob Ross socks that Will’d been given an extra pair of (fun fact i have socks exactly like these)

Do you see the vision???

Now to wrap it all up, I started this post saying it was a blessing in disguise that Will canonicly wears jorts and that’s because in reality, he probably still will even after his whole fashion exploration. But it is because of this that we now get the most cursed image of

Jorts wearing, patterned calf socks having, elevated bowl cut styling, Will Byers

[dreamcatcherrs]

what catches their eyes/attracts them?; mcyt x reader

+ this is in no way factual information, only my very weird and specific opinions :)

dream:

free-spirited people

someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind

confidence, to a certain extent

someone he can be loud with

someone who will wake up in the middle of the night with him to go on a car drive to nowhere

the colour blue (dnf👀)

clean and fresh-looking clothes

satin fabric

big height difference

the smell of citrus fruits

large smiles

silver jewellery

small hands

smart people who aren't afraid to show it

george:

calm, laid back people

someone quiet, but still able to have a laugh

very friendly vibes - even when first meeting them

the colour blue (literally the only interesting colour he's able to see lol)

bright eyes

lip gloss

flower print

slightly shy people who are actually easy to interact with once you start a conversation with them

pastel-coloured nails, not too long

pink-tinted lips

ponytails

the smell of vanilla

puppy eyes

sapnap:

energetic people

someone who can hype up their friends no matter the situation

the colour red

like, a bloody red

soft skin

full lips

loose shirts over skin-tight tops

when shoelaces have a different colour on each shoe

corsets

a very subtle scent of perfume

thigh highs

someone who just wants to enjoy life with the people they're surrounded by

badboyhalo:

large, bright smiles that spread up to your eyes

freckles

button noses

rose-gold jewellery

french manicures

bangs

slightly shy people

genuinely sweet people

not the fake type that talks shit about people behind their backs and then will compliment them a few seconds after

someone who when they enter a room feels like a breath of fresh air to everyone else

someone completely selfless

the smell of lavender

shiny hair

technoblade:

people who aren't afraid to take the lead

glasses

intellectual people

like, for example people who know a lot of random stuff from a bunch of different things that they're interested in

or also just book smart people

slightly clumsy people (finds it cute)

gold jewellery

someone with some mystery to them

refreshing scents, like clean laundry or shampoo

cat eyes (eyeliner)

wilbur soot:

long legs

chokers

shy people

someone who gets flustered easily

glasses + thin bangs

the colours brown and beige together

baggy, comfy clothes

the smell of newly baked cookies

beanies

the kind of person that makes him feel like he can always talk to them - someone he can feel safe with

birth marks

accents

jschlatt:

smart people

the way they speak is just so clean without even noticing

fox eyes

people who aren't afraid to wear sweatpants in public

generally just someone who isn't afraid to do, say and wear whatever they want

someone who stands for what they think and have the balls to say it when needed

nose rings

simple yet flattering pieces of jewellery

long nails

someone who he can stay up all night with and never get tired of them

high heels

hip dips

corpse husband:

fishnets, of course

someone who give 0 fucks about what everyone else thinks of them

unique people

wether that be physical features or straight up the personality, it draws him in

chokers

chunky, black sneakers or boots

someone who can make him happy without even trying

a positive aura for the most part

as in he doesn't want to be surrounded by someone who’s negative or dragging everyone else down with them

the colour yellow

rings - lots of them

karl jacobs:

a walking ray of sunshine, basically

tbh, karl has a couple of things in common with what corpse is attracted to;

positive energy, uniqueness and rings

a palette filled with bright colours

like, almost rave style colours

that could be clothes, makeup, hair, nails, accessories

chunky, white shoes

selfless people

someone who as each day goes by becomes more charming to him

he likes the smell of candles from bath and body works, as we all know

the colour purple

skeppy:

big eyes

someone who’s able to make him laugh without even trying

tooth gaps

someone who has very playful, innocent vibes to them

and someone who can take jokes and pranks

people who walk confidently

the smell of strawberries

long eyelashes

someone who collects things others usually wouldn’t

someone who is very respectful to others

a mix between really comfy clothes and really feminine clothes

fundy:

someone who comes across as “different” than others

and don't you dare think of ✨I’m not like other girls✨ (I know you did -_-)

he just thinks people who think and act very different than others are very interesting

beauty marks

nicely shaped eyebrows

someone who finds mystical things interesting

fox eyeliner (yes, I put this in here because: furry)

someone who has unusual, yet surprisingly good taste in music

people who are constantly warm

red lips

the colour light brown, almost beige-like

quackity:

someone who gets his humour

someone like him, but more quiet and slightly shy

especially when on screen in front of an audience

sliver necklaces

the smell of flowers

dark, extreme eyeliner

loose clothes

freckles

piercings

someone who teases others and who can handle to be teased by others

the colour dark blue

punz:

the colour grey

a fresh fashion sense

yet still very comfortable fits

messy buns

someone who he just knows will be a cool person before he even talks to them

someone who just has that kinda vibe, y’know?

glossy lips

independent people

someone responsible and caring to others

tattoos

navel piercings

awesamdude:

cropped jackets

the colour neon green

hair put up in a bun

someone with a free nature

someone who is a complete wild card

like, someone who will jump over a fence just to get closer to a bunny they think they saw on the other side of it

loose strands of hair

clear nail polish

cargo pants

the smell of chocolate

slimecicle:

people who have comfort items

someone who knows random facts that no one else usually knows

people who have a unique way of thinking

passionate people

and when they talk about what they’re passionate about, they talk for hours

shorter hair

sweet and nutty scents

natural beauty

fluffy hair

honest people

but not brutally honest

the smell of coconut

eret:

eye glitter/shimmer

silky clothes that shine in the moonlight

platform boots/heels

long, flowy dresses

someone who does whatever they want

and who doesn't like being told what to do by others

the colours pink and dark purple

the smell of the ocean

someone who already knows how to live their life

stretch marks

foolish:

low-cut jeans

someone very silly who knows how to have a good laugh

someone very supportive of their friends

curtain bangs

long-sleeved sweatshirts

someone who loves food

puppy eyes

straight, white teeth

someone who is willing to help others in need

someone who doesn't talk badly about others behind their back

someone who knows what they want

jack manifold:

confidence

white, wide-legged pants

the colour light blue or just pure white

people who are very easy-going and fun to be around

someone who can fit into and understand anyones humour

an open-minded person who likes to hear from other people’s point of views when they have a different opinion than them

butterfly patterns

crop tops

oversized t-shirts

hair beads

tommy:

people who are just as loud as him

and at the same time knows when to be serious

the colours yellow and grey

people who are kind to everyone

creative eyeliner

fluffy hair

people who can get so lost in their own world, they almost forget about their surroundings

colourful accessories

someone who isn't afraid to be who they are

someone who has many passions and loves to talk about them

oversized hoodies

tubbo:

hoodies layered over skirts or dresses

frilly socks

people who are very adventurous, and wants to make their life as interesting as possible!

someone who can help him overcome some of his fears

charm bracelets

cute habits

the colours yellow and orange

dimples

the smell of almond milk and honey

people who twirl their hair unknowingly when bored or unfocused

ranboo:

someone who looks intimidating at first (he thinks people like that are cool as fuck)

but then is, like, the sweetest person he’s ever met

loves someone who can speak fluent sarcasm, just like him

he likes sass

glassy skin

fingerless gloves

people who act cocky for the fun of it

but actually don’t care about winning or losing or proving anything

simplistic earring placements

people who have hidden talents, and the more you get to know them, the more talents are revealed

people who don't gossip

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[i-am-baechu]

Warnings: Sexual tension and heated make out

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“I can’t believe you Mae...Oh my god.” 

She let out a chuckle as she got up from the couch to sit next to Y/N at the dinner table. She wrapped her arm around her shoulders as Y/N continued to stare at the table with a red face, “I’m sure he liked it. I had to do something before I leave.”

Y/N looked up from the table and gave Mae a sad look, “I’m going to miss you but I’m happy your going to see Yoongi.” 

Mae nodded her head and cuddled into her shoulder with a frown, “This is the first time we're going to be away from each other. Like in different countries.” 

“But you need to see him...I can see how much you miss him and it makes me sad to see you so sad.” 

“I do miss him. It's crazy how attached I am to him. I never thought I would be so into someone like him but here I am.” Mae got up from her shoulder and pinched her cheek, “I hope you have fun on your date. You deserve it, it's been a long time since you had a date.”

“I’m really nervous. Jin kept telling me that this date is going to change my relationship with Jungkook but I don’t know. I just don’t understand why me...”

Mae shook her head at this and flicked her forehead making her wince at the pain, “Y/N, you are the most beautiful person I have ever met, inside and out. You care for people and the kindness you show to people is rare to see these days. Don’t think so low of yourself, please.” 

Y/N nodded her head and took another glance down at her dress, “Okay... Do you have everything packed?”

“Yes and honestly I think I packed too much clothes but I want Yoongi to see me in my short skirts.”

“I didn’t want to hear that Mae.” 

There was a knock on the door and Mae stood next to the chair, clapping her hands, “Oh, I’m so excited for you. Have a good time and if you don’t, just tell me and I’ll kill him.” 

“Mae, don’t kill him. Text me when you get to the airport and on the plane. If you can, call me when you get to Korea.”

“I will. Go have fun, I love you.” 

“I love you too, be safe when you're boarding the plane.” 

She waved at Mae as she slowly made her way to the door. Mae went inside her room but kept her door open to spy on the couple. Before Y/N opened the door, she took a deep breath and slowly opened it. She saw a nervous Jungkook muttering to himself in a white dress shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned, his black jeans with chains hanging off his hip and his black boots, holding a bouquet of yellow roses. She smiled at this and tilted her head when she saw that he didn’t notice the door was open, “Kook...”

He snapped out of it and looked at her with wide eyes. Her body looked even better in person and she looks so beautiful. Fuck her legs look so good in that dress and oh my fucking good she has stockings on. He let out a small cough and handed her the flowers with a red face avoiding her glance, “I remember you saying your favorite were yellow roses...so, ummm...here.” 

She blinked her eyes when yellow was the only thing she saw. She took the flowers out of his hand and closed her eyes to smell them, making Jungkook smile, “They smell so fresh. Thank you, Kook. I’ll put this in my bed, I’ll be back.” 

“Yeah, I’ll be here.”

She nodded her head and turned around to do what she said she was going to do. As she walked away, Jungkook couldn’t help himself and he looked her up and down. The dress itself made her curves look more defined and the corset made her breast look even more voluptuous, especially with the dainty necklace around her neck to draw his full attention. He watched her go through her door and a small cough was heard in the room. He turned his head to see Mae standing there with a smirk, “I helped her pick that dress out. You're welcome.” 

Jungkook scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, “Shut up, shouldn’t you get ready to go to the airport?” 

“Shouldn’t you not eye fuck my best friend.”

The two glared at each other and Y/N walked back in with big innocent eyes looking between Jungkook and Mae, “Is everything okay?”

Mae nodded her head and gave her a flying kiss, “Have fun, Y/N. Jungkook bye, stupid bitch.”

Jungkook's mouth went wide and went to say something but Y/N grabbed his hand to stop him from saying something, “Are you Ready?”

He blinked his eyes and shook his head from staring at her, “Yeah.”

He tightened his grip in her small hand and flashed her his bunny smile making her heart flutter. She turned around and gave a getly wave to Mae as she returned it with a soft look and she was off. The two walked down the hall making small talk and as they moved down the hall, he kept glancing at her trying to remember every detail of her face because having a day off was rare in his life. They entered the big van and Jungkook wrapped his arm over her shoulders as he placed his forehead on hers, “Are you excited?” 

She looked down avoiding his eyes and gave a gentle nod, “I am...it’s been awhile since we went out together. Also, Namjoon told me that you kept drinking tea, are you okay?”

He leaned away and leaned back in the seat, letting out a loud groan, “Why would he tell you that?”

She let out a small laugh and gently placed her hand on top of his thigh, rubbing it slowly, “I’m sure he was just worried about you. Are you okay?” 

He glanced down at her hand moving up and down his thigh. His breath hitched at the feeling and he had to stop all his mind from being clouded by her. He placed his hand on top of her and let out a small cough, “I-I’m fine, don’t worry.” 

“What type of tea was it?” 

“I’m going to be honest, I don’t remember. I just took it out of Jin’s bag.”

“You stole it from Jin.” 

“Took, stole, borrowed, eh.” 

As the car continued to make its way to the restaurant, Jungkook learned more things about Y/N and vice versa. He learned that she would drink tea rather than coffee, she loved baking but only cooked when she saw it necessary, and how she loved mornings and hated nighttime. She learned that he was going to get more tattoos and even discussed piercings, the upcoming single, the difficult dance practices he had to endure, and how he would love to make her dinner one day. This resulted in her kissing his cheek gently and him kissing her forehead in return. 

When the car stopped she turned towards the window to glance at the restaurant but was stopped by Jungkook. He gently turned her head to make her look back at him with her innocent eyes, “It's a surprise.” 

She nodded her head and watched his hand move away with a nervous look, “Are we in the back of the restaurant?” 

“Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t want people seeing us. Not that I’m embarrassed of you, its just, I don’t want people coming up to me.”

“No, No, I get it. I’m not mad, I just wanted to know.”

“Let me open your door and we'll head in.” 

She gave him a small nod and watched him leave the car with a small smile. The two entered a restaurant but one of the waiters showed them a set of stairs behind a door. She glanced at him and raised her eyebrow, “Where does this go?”

“Wait and see.” 

He grabbed her hand and headed up the stairs slowly, to make sure she wouldn’t fall. When the waiter opened the door she was met with a small blanket that was the perfect view of the city with a basket that had bread and wine. She smiled when she saw grapes, peaches, and lady fingers; happy that he remembered her favorite things. 

She turned towards Jungkook with a small smile as he returned the look, “This is so romantic.” 

“I thought it would be perfect for a first date.” 

He leaned down and kissed her forehead as the two made their way to the blanket saying their thank yous to the waiter. He poured her a glass of cranberry juice as she didn’t drink and handed it to her as she shyly hid her face behind her glass. He poured himself a glass of wine and brought his wine up in a toast, “To new beginnings?” 

She looked up at him and nodded her head at this. She brought her glass up and gently hit his glass as he gave her a bunny smile, a smile that gives her butterflies, “To new beginnings...” 

The dinner itself was a very calm and successful one. They talked about random things and Jungkook would feed her the pasta they had for dinner. They watched the sky change from light to dark and the city lights came alive. He watched the city lights and the candles on her smooth skin and he couldn’t help himself from rubbing Y/N’s thigh gently (she let him of course). She leaned her head against his shoulder and looked down and it gave him the perfect view of chest. He bit his lip and looked away making her look up with a raised eyebrow, “Neh, Kook...is everything okay? You seem cold, you're kinda shaking.” 

He shook his head and looked down at her but made sure his eyes never left hers, “I’m fine, you're just really pretty.”

She gave him a shy smile and leaned up to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose, “I think you're really handsome. Kook, can I tell you something...”

He watched her go back to her spot and saw her looking forward into the city lights with her face slightly red, “Yeah, anything, Y/N.”

“I really like your tattoos and I don’t know why but they make me feel warm...” 

He smirked at her, making her look away in a shy manner. He brought his fingers up to her chin making her look at him with a bright red face, “Oh, really? Are you going to show me your tattoo one day?” 

She looked past his head and nodded her head, “My tattoo on my hip...maybe. I just really like your tattoos though, it matches you.” 

He imagined the tattoo on her hip bone and it caused a shiver to go down his back, “What’s the tattoo?”

“Oh, it's just a small daisy. My mom and grandma love daisies and I got it when my grandma passed away.” 

“That’s beautiful. Most of my tattoos are for my members, friends, family, and things I like. Maybe one day I’ll get one for you.” He leaned down until his hot breath was on her lips and she closed her eyes thinking he was going to kiss her but she opened them when she felt nothing. Jungkook smirked at her and went to her ear to whisper, “Just wait until the future,-” He leaned away as she blinked her eyes rapidly and looked away from his stare, God she's so cute. “-I have a question for you, Y/N.”

She looked back at him with curious eyes and nodded her head, “Yes?” 

He swallowed some spit and grabbed her hands making her look at him with those big eyes she always has, “Y/N, I-I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to take you out on dates like this all the time, hold you whenever I can, and kiss you. Will you let me have the honor to be your boyfriend?” 

“You-you want to be my boyfriend? You want to be with me?” 

He let out a small chuckle when he saw her shocked face, “Of course I want to be with you.” 

“Are you sure? It’s just, your famous and so handsome-”

“Y/N, you're the most beautiful girl I have seen in my life. I already told you, I don’t care about you going to college. That doesn’t bother me at all.”

She nodded her head but continued to avoid his stare, “What happens if your fans found out and hurt me? They might get disappointed with how I look...” 

“I would never let that happen,-” He leaned forward and brought her head into his chest making her gasp at the sudden movement, “I will protect you no matter what and I will do anything for you. If you allow me to. Y/N, just know I think your beautiful and fuck I have to hold back whenever I see you.” 

She looked up at him with a small smile as she leaned forward to give him a quick peck on the lips causing him to be shocked, “I will love to be your girlfriend, Kook.”   

He blinked his eyes at how fast he pecked his lips and she gave him a shy smile. He gave a smile in return but he did something that made her let out a surprise scream. He pinned her onto the blanket and she looked up at him with wide eyes as he gave her a smirk, “If you're going to kiss me, do it right.” 

He pressed his lips onto hers and her heart was screaming with happiness at his soft lips. Her nervousness with the kiss slowly changed into warmth in her chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck bringing him in more. It turned into a heated kiss and Y/N knew her hands were shaky from how intense the kiss was. He brought his hands up and down her body making a small moan come out from her. Jungkook was basically on top of her now and he gave her a small grind into her core making another moan come out from the sensation. He removed himself from her and looked down at her dazed expression with a smirk, “Thank you for letting me be your boyfriend.” 

“The-Thank you for wanting to be with me...” 

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Chapter fourteen: Yours 💜 ~

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¤━¤“Going to a BTS concert with her best friend was an anxiety attack waiting to happen because she only knew a handful of their songs and felt like an intruder but she didn’t want her to go alone. She made two mistakes. Number one, not changing her lockscreen from Irene to something else and number two, wearing a Red Velvet lanyard. When her friend wins a raffle to meet them, everything changes for her and the youngest member; especially when her alarm starts playing Bad Boy in the middle of her sentence.”¤━¤

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