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edytae · 4 months ago

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Rush³: Bed (smut-mature) ft Kim Taehyung x Reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: non-idol!Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: just a short porn

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, spit play, dirty talk, oc is whiny and desperate, unprotected sex (always use protection!)

word count: 6.8K

masterlist | part1 rush: concert | part2 rush: club | part3: rush: bed

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You and mostly Taehyung fell tired after the refreshing shower. He teased you that the two of you were getting old. “We would’ve been fucking like rabbits if it was five years ago.” He groaned as he sat on the couch with a backache after cleaning the mess you made on your couch. You chuckled tiredly.

You were clasping onto your glass with all your strength and casually drinking as Taehyung started munching on some leftover pasta with beer. You were too horny and you wanted him to fuck you again. As Taaehyung seemed too tired and hungry, you opted for drinking.

“You are an actual goddess for saving these for me.” He was obnoxiously moaning with a mouth filled with pasta.

You couldn't help but be drawn to the way he savoured each bite, his enjoyment apparent in the way his eyes fluttered shut briefly with every mouthful.

You look up Taehyung's side profile. His fluffy hair wasn’t styled, his pretty handsome face moisturised with your expensive stuff, lips moisturized by greasy pasta. You were still yearning for him after he made you ruin his trousers with only a few of his fingers.

His natural brown hair curled to his forehead to accentuate his strong jawline and captivating features. The weariness of the day lingered in the lines around his eyes, yet his gaze remained as striking and magnetic as ever.

Taehyung's casual attire, comfortable T-shirt and loose-fitting sweatpants, contrasted with the elegance he naturally exuded. With a beer in hand, his Adam's apple bobbed gently as he took a long, refreshing sip. His eyes met yours, and the shared warmth between you filled the room, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and intimate. Despite the fatigue that weighed on both of you, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for having him by your side. Your house feels like a home when he is in it. He makes the room lit up, he makes you feel alive, and aware of time and place.

“Whatcha looking at?” He asked.

“Looking at something pretty.” You said, eyeing him up and down. Oh, the soju shot you had while he warmed up the leftovers was definitely kicking in. He fluffed the hair at his nape like a princess and blew you a kiss. Even though he could return for some mindless TV, you had soju-brain so you continued to eat him up with your eyes.

Taehyung's presence was magnetic, drawing your gaze as if he were the centre of your universe. Every aspect of his appearance seemed meticulously crafted by an artist's hand, his every feature melding together to form a breathtaking portrait of masculine allure.

As he leaned back on his couch, his form exuded a relaxed confidence, an easy grace that spoke of a man comfortable in his own skin. The way he moved, the way he spoke, he had the hallmarks of a natural charisma, drawing you in with an almost gravitational force. Each detail, from the way he sipped his drink to the way he absentmindedly chewed, only served to deepen your fascination.

You took your third shot of the night. The crispy alcohol burnt through your throat as Taehyung looked at you questioningly. His face squeezed into a worried look.

“You’re so fucking hot.” You blurred, your core gaping because of his fingers; but he didn’t need to know that.

Taehyung grinned, “Yeah? You still have orgasms left in you, baby?” He asked you in pity. You licked your lips and stared at him.

When he swallowed his last bite along with the last sip of his beer, you literally jumped on him. You couldn’t wait anymore “Y/N!” He squeaked.

“Tae… Kiss me…” You whined when you straddled his thighs and started kissing every bit of skin you could reach, Taehyung knew the second round had just begun.

“Baby!” He scolded you as you kissed around his face. “You gotta stop kiss-attacking me…” He whined but sounded so pleased.

“Why not?” You stopped kissing him immediately with a fake pout. “You don’t like my kisses?”

An hour ago, your body was jelly on him. He quite literally made you lose your mind as he finger fucked you to another planet. Now, you were back to demand more of his sweet pleasure.

Taehyung loved how you easily got into a playful zone and fucking play with him as if he was your doll. You moulded him to your pleasure. “I- I love them, baby…” He whispered quietly as you took your spot on him. Your weight on his thighs was spectacular. Your freshly washed hair was still slightly damped, making Taehyung shiver at the gentle cold feeling.

The shower was sweet and tender. He helped you wash your hair and was surprised by the amount of hair that fell out. Then, he let you wash his hair too. You played with his hair and gave him a mohawk with your shampoo. You washed his body with your new body wash– the ocean breeze scent was going to be a new hit in Taehyung’s shower routine. Your hand timidly wrapped around his length, “I squirted a gallon, and you haven’t cum yet.”

Taehyung, instead, interlaced your fingers with his and made out with you. “It’s fine, baby… Let’s enjoy our shower.”

After the shower, while you put on your skincare, he stood right behind you–with your hideous robe around his waist. He looked delicious. Wet Taehyung was fucking sexy than everything. While the robe threatened to fall down, he leisurely decided to shave. Unfortunately, you have run out of razors for him so he opted for using your Gillette Venus.

“Is this new?” He pointed at the razor head. He never had this good-looking razor. The purple colour was pretty too.

“I use it before going to laser removal. I used it a couple of times.” You watched him shrug and put on shaving cream.

You warned him with a squeal, “Taehyung, you know I shaved down there with that.”

Taehyung looked at you blankly. “You know, down here…” You pointed with your hand but he remained confused.

“I am sure I have an unused one. Let me–”

Taehyung’s reaction was priceless. “Y/N. I would smear myself with your cunt any second of the day and have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So, I don’t mind if this little razor touched your little mound. Got it?”

You looked at him through the mirror and nodded. He hummed lowly and started shaving. You liked his little stubble beard. It made him look more mature and in your opinion, yummy. However, your little mound– as he called it– got irritated whenever he ate you out. His choice was clear between eating you out as hard as he wanted or his bad excuse of a beard.

You were eager to put on skincare on him after he shaved, but both of you were very tired. You pouted as you slathered yourself in body lotion, “I need you to be my little spa girl, but I am sooo tired, TaeTae…”

Taehyung laughed at you as you messily rubbed lotion on your legs. He followed you to your room with a pink floral towel around his waist. He enjoyed being in your company, soaking your slightly horny domestic side.

“Taehyung…” Taehyung flinched out from his daydreaming as you groaned over his crotch. Your hips were rocking against him like a teenager. When he looked at your face, he could only focus on your lustful eyes.

“Yes, baby?” He answered back. He let himself get lured into you.

“I need you again.” You whispered.

“You need me to do what, baby?” He threaded your hair fringe behind your ear.

“I need your dick… Taehyung, please…” You tried to chase his dick but he wasn’t supporting an erection. His raging dick had just come down.

“Taehyung please…” You cried on his lap.

Taehyung chuckled with a pitying tone. “You are such a needy girl, baby. I can’t–” His teasing abruptly stopped when you cried. “Y/N?” He yelled. “Why are you crying, baby? What’s wrong?” His worried tone made you feel guilty.

“I–hh- am s-stil so w–et f-for you, Taehyung.” You wouldn’t believe you were shedding tears because of how horny you were.

Taehyung’s face softened, “Y/N… I– You are one crazy girl, you know that right?” He wiped the tears off of your cheeks and pecked them gently.

“You make me crazy…” You wheezed out as he shook his head.

“Unbelievable, Y/N.” He was amazed at your unwavering neediness.

“You can’t let me be dickless...” You kissed down his throat, pushing and pulling him all the places as you writhed on his spreaded thighs.

“Be dickless?” He chuckled. He melted into the couch as he let you take reign.

You shrugged. You didn’t want him to speak, you needed his pretty lips on you. “You never fuck me.” You cried but no tears came out. You were the epitome of his pampered princess.

“I never fuck you? How many times did we hang out this week?” He interrogated.

“Not enough.” You didn’t like how he was still talking, but it was intentional. He would do anything to just stretch your patience thin.

“Three days a week right?” He did the math for you.

“I need seven.” You shrugged and pushed his head back to kiss on his neck.

“Seven days a week?” Taehyung chuckled as he let you be his little vampire.

“24/7. All day.” Kissing him wasn’t enough. You had enough of kissing his delicious skin for minutes and you were still starving.

You bit his soft cheeks and jaw, making him hiss playfully. “Are you hungry, baby? I would’ve shared my leftovers with you if you asked.” Taehyung pointed at the empty plate on the coffee table.

“Tae… I wanna fuck you so hard…” You spurred while pulling his useless pants away. Taehyung promised himself to never be clothed around you. It seemed they made your job only more difficult.

“You can’t.” Taehyung ripped your hands away as your eyes widened with worry. You pulled yourself back to his knees, giving him space.

“I can’t?” You asked with worry.

Taehyung grinned, “I just cleaned the couch. We need to go to the bed if you want to fuck me.” He pointed to the huge wet patch on the couch.

You rolled your eyes. “You are so mean, Taehyung.” You lunged forward to hug him.

“You really thought I wouldn’t want this, huh?” Taehyung teased.

You shrugged, “You have every right to…”

Taehyung caressed your back softly as you kissed his pretty shoulders.

“Let’s go to bed so you can fuck me, okay?” He offered.

Your eyes found him, “I will fuck your brains out, Kim Taehyung.” You held his face with your one hand and pursed his lips like a fish.

“G-gewd.” He sputtered out. His drool smeared into your hand.

You wrapped your legs around Taehyung’s waist as he got ready to stand up. “Be careful grandpa.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, yes he was getting old but he wasn’t that old yet. Just to prove to you how strong he was, he got up, tossed you up slightly with his hold on your ass. He gave them a nice squeeze, which earned him a squeal.

Taehyung thought he was in for a treat, but as soon as his back hit the bed, you started whining for dick. Again.

“You are LITERALLY the hottest man I have ever seen.” You clawed at his biceps.

“Yeah, butter me up.” Taehyung smirked. You could do some foreplay, but there was no point when he made you squirt every drop of essence.

“No! I am not buttering you up. I am just telling my scientific observation.” When you pulled his shirt up, your mouth watered just like the first time. He was exciting every single time.

Taehyung rested against your pillows as you pulled his sweatpants off too. He chuckled when your eyes went hazy as your core hit his hardness. He was your sweet drug and you were his. “A-and what I say is the l-law…”

“Is that so?” He grabbed your chin so he wouldn’t lose a second of your pleasure. You let him hold your head as you hummed. “Who made you the president?” Taehyung asked.

Your hands piteously grabbed his chest. Your grinds were enough to calm you down. His hardness glided between your folds as you dropped your head back to feel every bit of skin.

“You messy girl. Look what have you done?” Tae scolded you as your cream smeared all over his shaft and made him leak out precum onto his stomach.

When you looked where you met him, you saw your lips gliding against his length smoothly. Your excuse of thin panties was useless as Taehyung pulled them to the side. A cute flinch hit you every time Taehyung’s head hit your clit. Your mind was too busy to answer him as Taehyung noticed. You were long gone.

“Tae…” You murmured, now you were gripping his bicep and his other free hand as he supported your moves.

“Yeah, baby?” He quietly asked.

“Top me.” You looked at him with begging eyes, almost forcing tears to your eyes once again.

Taehyung closed his eyes as he dropped his face to the side. His face was adorned with a bashy smile. You kissed the side of his throat, “Please, baby. I really, really need you. You fuck better than I do. You know I have weak thighs.”

Taehyung’s smile only grew bigger, “I fucking knew it.” He said in a pleased tone.

You realised how close you were to crying when your runny nose made an appearance. “W-what did you know?”

Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and in one swift motion, he rolled you under him. “That you would be a fucking pillow princess. Again.”

You gasped, “I– You said everything I want!” Your voice wavered.

Taehyung kissed your forehead, “Yes, my princess.” He took his place between your thighs. His view was somewhat obstructed by your panties. His knees dug inside the mattress as his torso hovered over you.

Your hips bucked up to him at the sweet pet name. You held his pretty waist and tried desperately to hump him.

Taehyung was adorned by your eagerness. He was also very much accustomed to your cute antics. He needed to fuck your brains out, or else he would have you begging him all weekend. No need to lie, he loved both of the options.

“You need to be fucked, princess?” He rubbed his nose down your neck. His warm breath was tickling all of your senses.

“Yes! If you don’t, I think I’ll explode.” Your desperation further amused Taehyung. His wet tongue swiped against your chest, just above your breasts.

“We’ll see if you explode, then…” Taehyung murmured against your skin. His spit-covered lips kissed the whole of your neck before aiming for your breasts. His hands easily grabbed one with a firm touch.

“Tae…” You called his name as Taehyung suckled your nipples. The image was so intoxicating, you couldn't help but moan, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer. Taehyung's eyes flicked up to meet yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he lavished attention on your breasts, his tongue swirling around your sensitive nipples.

His other hand traced a path down your body, caressing your sides, your hips, before finally dipping between your thighs.

And you had the audacity to whine.

“I just fucked the shit out of you and you still shiever when I touch this little mound.” Taehyung groaned. His hand cupped your core harshly.

“I can’t help it.” You hiccuped when he circled your clit. The cotton of your panties burnt your skin.

Taehyung mimicked your pout. He was so adorable and hot and sexy and attractive…

Your train of thought was interrupted when his fingers deftly slid under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside. You shivered as the cool air brushed against your exposed skin, your body arching instinctively toward him.

Taehyung's eyes, dark and filled with a mix of lust and affection, met your core. When he fingered you earlier this night, he couldn’t see your delicious cunt, so he needed to take his well-earned dessert.

He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. Your arms immediately wrapped around his head, locking him into the kiss. Taehyung gladly kissed you back, and let you play with his tongue.

When he realised you were out of breath, he let you pull his hair, but a string of spit connected your lips.

"Out of br–" Before Taehyung could finish asking, you whined.

"Spit into my mouth, Tae..."

His eyes darkened with desire at your request. He growled a dirty curse before his teeth caught your bottom lip. “Pwease…” you whined under him, your plea dripping with desperation.

He pulled back slightly, his gaze locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. “Beg me.” His lower body pressed into yours, his hand grabbing your breast with a firm squeeze. His voice was commanding, filled with authority as he leaned closer.

Your voice caught in your throat, your breath hitching from the intensity of the moment. “P-please…” you stammered, your need palpable.

“Not good enough,” he murmured, his grip tightening slightly. “I want to hear you beg, baby. Show me how much you want it.”

You took a deep breath, your entire body trembling with need. “Please, Taehyung, please spit into my mouth. I need it. I need you,” you begged, your voice finally finding the right note of desperation.

A satisfied smirk played on his lips. “Good girl,” he praised. “I love it when you’re so needy for me.”

He moved closer, his hand moving to your jaw, holding it firmly as he hovered over your lips. The anticipation was almost too much to bear as you watched him, your eyes wide and pleading.

“Open wide,” he commanded, his voice low and gravelly. You obeyed instantly, your mouth opening as you looked up at him with a mixture of need and submission.

“Such a dirty girl,” he murmured, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “And all mine.” He let a string of spit fall from his mouth into yours, the act raw and primal. You moaned, closing your eyes as you savoured the sensation, your body responding to the dominance he exuded.

“Does my baby like that?” he asked, his tone both teasing and possessive. “Do you like it when I take control?”

“Yes, Tae,” you breathed, your voice trembling. “I love it. I love you.”

“Good,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. “Because I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to make you beg for me again and again.”

You shivered at his words, your body aching for more of his touch, more of his dominance. “Please, Taehyung, don’t stop,” you pleaded, your hands gripping his shoulders.

“I won’t, baby,” he promised, his voice a low rumble. “I’m going to give you everything you want. Just keep begging for me.”

“Yes, Taehyung, please,” you whimpered, your need for him growing with every passing second. “I need you. I need you so much.”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

“Please, Taehyung, please,” you repeated, your voice a desperate plea.

With a smirk, Taehyung leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss. The intensity of the moment consumed you, and you knew that with Taehyung, you would always be begging for more.

Taehyung got a hold of his dick and pointed his head right below your clit. Your warm skin and the sacred skin contact made his insides liquid.

Your back bucked with a pathetic moan.

Taehyung’s large palm firmly hit against your tit. “ Stop crying. I’ll feed you dick now.

His words sent a thrill through you as his hand soothed the skin of your chest. His free hand was wrapped around his cock deliciously. He stood tall and hard between your legs and only caused your mouth to water.

His words sent a thrill through you as his hand soothed the stinging skin of your chest. His free hand was wrapped around his cock deliciously. He stood tall and hard between your legs, causing your mouth to water with anticipation. The way he handled himself, every move deliberate and commanding, only heightened your desire.

He smirked, watching your reaction, and slowly dragged his length along your folds, teasing you. “You want it that bad, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice a low, seductive growl.

“Yes, please, Taehyung,” you whimpered, your hips lifting towards him, desperate for more.

“Pathetic,” he murmured, almost to himself, as he continued to tease you, rubbing his tip against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “So needy and desperate. Look at you, so ready to be filled.”

You could feel yourself getting wetter, the anticipation almost unbearable. “Please, Taehyung, I need it,” you begged, your voice trembling with want.

With a smug grin, Taehyung finally gave in, sliding himself into you with one smooth motion, filling you completely. You gasped, clutching at his arms, nails digging into his skin as he set a steady, relentless pace.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he praised, his eyes locked onto yours, a mix of lust and admiration. “Such a good girl.”

His words made you shiver, adding to the intense pleasure building inside you. “More, Taehyung, please,” you pleaded, your body moving with his, matching his rhythm.

“Greedy little thing,” he growled, increasing his pace, driving deeper with each thrust. “You can’t get enough, can you? Always wanting more.”

You could only moan in response, your mind lost in the overwhelming sensations. His harsh grip on your hips, the way he stretched you, filled you—it was everything you needed and more.

You sputtered. Taehyung was unclear about what you were saying.

“I can’t hear you, baby.” His voice was rough as he continued to pound you even harder. “Got a huge dick in your tummy?” He laughed as you grabbed his forearms.

Taking a deep breath, you summoned your courage. "C-choke me..." you stammered. His thrusts slowed down as he processed your words. You repeated yourself, more firmly this time, "I want your hand around my neck. Please... Give me your hand."

A dark, lustful look crossed Taehyung's face. His grip on your hips tightened as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You want me to choke you, baby?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can handle that?"

“Yes, please,” you whispered, your eyes pleading.

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “Desperate little slut,” he murmured, his hand slowly travelling up to your neck. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t apply any pressure—just let his hand rest there, a promise of control.

You gasped, the anticipation almost too much to bear. Your core frantically squeezed around him.

Taehyung chuckled darkly. “You love being my doll, don’t you?” He put pressure on your neck for only a moment. Your core was flooded with juice as your breath was hindered for only a second.

“Yeah… I’m your–s-s.” You forced out. Your legs were sore, your core was begging to find release.

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand back to being loose. When he noticed your frustration, he changed the tempo. Rather than going shallow but fast, he pushed himself further in with a slow tempo.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re mine, understand? Only mine.”

You sniffed, pleasure started to become too much. “Yeah… Taehyung…” You weakly moaned his name. If he didn’t stop, you could cum, very soon.

Sensing your impending climax, Taehyung’s eyes gleamed with a mix of possessiveness and delight. “So close, baby? You gonna cum for me?” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark allure.

“Yes… so close,” you whimpered, your body arching into his, craving every inch of contact. You held on to his arm on your neck for emotional support.

“Not yet,” he growled softly, his hand on your neck tightening slightly as his thrusts slowed down even more. “I want to feel you completely, every part of you.”

Then, to your utter frustration, Taehyung stopped moving, staying buried deep inside you. The sudden stillness sent a shiver through your entire body. Only your fast heartbeat and his deep breaths filled your ears.

He was still in you, planted as far as he could go. "Taehyung, please," you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

He tsked, “You can’t even wait a second, can you?”

Your hips bucked against him involuntarily, and you whimpered, tears of frustration gathering in your eyes.

“Aww… Babygirl doesn’t like being teased.”

Your body responded immediately, your muscles tightening around him, your moans growing louder. "Oh god, Taehyung... yes!" you cried out, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“I’ll– I will cum now… Please, TaeTae…” You screamed. With a deep long chuckle from the hot man above you, you reached the peak of your orgasm.

Your climax hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you in a wave of pure ecstasy. Your body convulsed, your moans turning into a high-pitched cry as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back.

He continued to pound into you, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. "There you go… Such a good girl to cum for me, baby. No, no, don’t stop. I want to feel you cum all over my cock properly." He demanded, his voice thick with desire.

Taehyung groaned, the sight and feel of your climax pushing him over the edge. He buried himself deep inside you, his own release washing over him, mingling with yours in a blissful symphony of pleasure.

As you both came down from the high, he loosened his grip on your neck, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. “You did so well, baby,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “So perfect.”

He tsked, “You can’t even wait a second, can you?”

Your hips bucked against him involuntarily, and you whimpered, tears of frustration gathering in your eyes.

“Aww… Babygirl doesn’t like being teased,” he mocked, a cruel smirk curling on his lips. “Pathetic little thing, so desperate for my cock.”

You squirmed beneath him, trying to create any friction to ease the intense need burning inside you. “Please, Taehyung,” you begged, your voice cracking. “I need you.”

His grip on your neck tightened, making you gasp. “You think you can make demands?” he sneered. “You’ll take what I give you and be grateful.”

“Please,” you whimpered, your hands clutching at his arms. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“You’re going to have to,” he growled, his hips still not moving.

When your bottom lip pursed, his hunger awakened. He leaned down closer to you, leaving your neck free.

“Oh, babygirl…” He whimpered against your chin and took a bite of your bottom lip. It was soft between his teeth. With a slight pressure, he could taste your skin. Instead, he licked on them. Your mouth immediately fell open for the intrusion as Taehyung pushed his tongue in.

While you played a tug war with his tongue, your sporadic clenches on him continued. Despite not being actively fucked, you were getting tighter and tighter around him.

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction at your desperation. "Naughty girl," he sneered when your hands travelled down his back to push his hips deeper.

He retracted his wet appendage from your mouth. Still hovering over you, he murmured, “What are we going to do to these grabby hands?” He asked with mock worry.

Without letting you speak up–not that you had any capacity, Taehyung made a decision.

A decision that grew you wetter.

He grabbed both of your wrists and crossed them over your head. A position that you loved and got you to orgasm promptly.

“Is it too much, babygirl?” He asked as his hand covered your wrists.

You shook your head no, “It’s perfect.”

“Hmm?” Taehyung set a gentle pace as a start. He eased you back into pleasure. With him being slightly leaned towards you, he could go in deeper.

“Tae…” Your body rolled every time he brushed against your sweet spot. Beautiful shivers washed over your body shook beneath him.

“Yeah, baby? You like it?” Taehyung focused on how your lips curled into an “o” shape. “Is this a good spot?” He gave a stronger stroke.

“T-the best!” You squealed.

“It’s gonna make you cum, baby?” Your eyes opened big when Taehyung asked you. You looked at him confused as if you had forgotten about your orgasm.

“Mhmm, baby?” Taehyung further egged as his hips steadily worked.

You couldn’t answer either of his questions but a cute moan was all the answer Taehyung needed.

“Yeah, baby? You like it?” Taehyung focused on how your lips curled into an “o” shape. “Is this a good spot?” He gave a stronger stroke.

“T-the best!” you squealed, your voice trembling with pleasure.

“Yeah? So why don’t you cum on my dick to show?”

Without further hesitation, he thrust into you a bit faster, filling you completely in one go and pulling out just to overstimulate that heavenly spot.

The sensation was overwhelming, slightly painful as your body arched off the bed despite his body on you.

“Baby…” You sighed as your hands tugged on his. The pleasure was immaculate.

Taehyung waited a few seconds, “Let me see it.”

You opened your eyes to see Taehyung perfectly standing between your legs, completely inside of you. “I’ll–” You said as your core squeezed him.

“It’s gonna make you cum, baby?” Taehyung asked, his eyes locked onto yours. Your eyes opened wide in surprise, momentarily forgetting about your impending orgasm.

“Mhmm, baby?” Taehyung egged on further, his hips steadily working, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

You couldn’t answer either of his questions, but a cute moan was all the answer Taehyung needed. He smirked, watching the way your body responded to him, the way you squirmed and gasped beneath him.

“Cum for me, princess,” he murmured, his voice a seductive growl. “I want to see you fall apart.”

His words were the final push you needed. Your body tensed, every muscle tightening as the orgasm ripped through you. Your vision blurred, and you cried out, your back arching off the bed as you came hard around him.

Taehyung watched you intently, his gaze filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his own voice thick with pleasure. “You look so beautiful when you cum.”

Your body trembled, the aftershocks of your orgasm making you shiver. Taehyung continued to thrust gently, riding out your release, his eyes never leaving your face.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, his hands caressing your sides soothingly.

“I love you so much, Taehyung,” you whispered, your voice filled with genuine affection as he held you close. Your sweat was cooling off, heart beating so frantically against your ribs.

Taehyung paused for a moment, his eyes widening slightly in surprise at your heartfelt confession.

“So so much…” You added.

“Is it post-nut talking?” Taehyung asked playfully, his voice laced with amusement and a hint of disbelief.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his unexpected response. “No, I want more…” You cried. Both for your own orgasm and for his too.

“Fucking brat.” Taehyung cursed in disbelief. You knew how to push his buttons. He murmured against your skin. “I can’t wait to make you mine again and again so I can make your cry out those words.”

His threat sounded heaven to your ears. “Please, Taehyung….”

Taehyung’s hips found their pace back. It was moderately fast, but the lewd squelching noises were now almost too loud. “Dirty girl.” Taehyung commented a few times after a particularly loud one.

“Please faster.” You asked when you felt comfortable. And Taehyung immediately obliged as if he was just waiting for you to ask.

Taehyung immediately obliged, increasing the tempo of his thrusts with a primal need that matched your own urgency.

The sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building higher and higher until you could hardly think straight. Taehyung’s hands roamed over your skin, his touch igniting flames of desire everywhere he caressed.

“Ugh, ugh, Taehyung…” You moaned his name out. Your hands squeezed his shoulders. “I-I changed my mind. Slow! Slow!”

Taehyung laughed through his nose as he followed your request once again. “Ah, You are such a pampered princess! Did it hurt, baby?”

He cooed your hips as you mumbled. “Only a bit…But it feels good when… when you are deep.”

“Do you enjoy it when I am this deep?” He repeated as he scooted towards you more, plunging his dick deeper than before. You sighed when he filled you to the brim. Even taking a breath was enough for you to have him bump into your sensitive spots.

“Can you feel it?” You held Taehyung’s wrist and placed his hand on your stomach. When Taehyung slightly moved following your touch, his cock again hit your cervix again.

“Fuck!” You couldn’t help yourself.

“What’s wrong baby?” Taehyung innocently asked as he moved his hips again.

You answered Taehyung with only your moans. His head continued to give sweet kisses to your cervix and electrify your entire body.

Your orgasm was back already with all of its glory.

“You like it when I hit your cervix, baby?” Taehyung whispered, his hands simultaneously pressing your tummy.

Before you could answer, he snapped his hips a bit more forcefully to knock out any words that could come out.

“Of course you do… You love anything I do to you, right?” Taehyung asked.

You nodded, “I– I love y-you…” You repeated. The fact needed to get inside of his pretty head.

Your words seemed to fuel Taehyung as he planted his hands on the side of your head and started snapping his hips at a fast pace. Now, you knew you had no choice but cum.

Pleasure was hot and messy. You felt impossibly wet. “I’ll cum! I will–”

It was pointless to warn him.

“Y/N, you are gonna open your eyes and cum like my little slut.” Taehyung ordered. His voice was thick with desire, his words sending a thrill through you.

You opened your eyes to find Taehyung completely spent, his features illuminated by a deep desire to rock your world. His eyes, dark and intense, were fixed on you with a mixture of tenderness and desire. His jawline, sharp and defined, was accentuated by the way he clenched his teeth. Sweat glistened on his forehead, dampening his tousled hair that fell in waves over his forehead.

Taehyung's chest rose and fell rapidly. The veins on his neck and biceps down to his hands were showing. His muscles were strained and on a mission to get you high. His skin was flushed with exertion, a rosy hue spreading across his cheeks and down his neck.

When your eyes found his, you felt a river form in between your legs. It was impossible to get any wetter and Taehyung still managed to drive you insane. “S-so hot…” You slurred.

To answer you, he thrust harder, deeper, his movements becoming more forceful. Pleasure surged through you as Taehyung drove you towards another peak of ecstasy, his touch pushing you beyond the limits of rational thought.

“C-cum w-ith me-e.” You screeched.

Your orgasm hit you like a brick wall. It shook your entire body and soul in pure ecstasy. Your mind went through hundreds of emotions as your moans continued to entertain Taehyung.

As you swam through the mind-blowing high, Taehyung stayed inside you. Your senses were heightened, every touch, every sound, every sensation magnified. Watching you cum made Taehyung realise how his own high was palpable. He could cum if he didn’t pull it out. But if he did pull himself out, he would ruin your orgasm.

The decision was easy.

“Ugh, baby…” Taehyung lunged over you. Your body melted into the bed but you welcomed him with a hug.

A messy kiss stained Taehyung’s cheek as he whispered. “Do you want me to cum inside?”

You screamed. “Fuck yes!”

With your approval, it took him only three thrusts to empty himself inside you. The long, throaty growl he let out was a feast to your ears as he painted your inside.

“Taehyung…” Your nails dug into his skin painfully as you pressed him impossibly closer to you.

With a deep breath, Taehyung rolled off of you. He was scared to crush you under his weight. But when his back hit your bed, he felt you lay on him, your tit pressed into his pec. Taehyung sighed, pleased. “I love you, Taehyung.” You whispered into his ear.

"I love you even more." he murmured, his voice a tender caress.

You sighed as you tangled yourself into his embrace. He kissed your forehead and asked your half-asleep figure. “Did you have enough, baby?”

You pressed a kiss to his collarbone, “Only for tonight. You should rest for the morning.”

Taehyung scoffed, “You should prepare yourself to ride my face.”

“Hmm, sure sure. Sleep now.” You kissed his collarbone again and nuzzled your face to his naked skin.

“Your breast is touching my ribs.” He said giggly.

“Yeah? Your cum is dripping out of me.”

“Do you want me to clean you?” He worriedly asked.

“If you move Taehyung… If you move, I will tape myself to you for the rest of your life and you will have to pee in front of me forever.” You squeezed yourself in as he brushed your hair out of his face.

“Well, you are the freak that can’t pee in front of me. So, I am fine.” Taehyung shrugged.

“I am the freak because I don’t want you to see me pee? How does it make sense?” You weren’t as comfortable as he was at talking about poops, burps and pees with him. Despite knowing him for years and seeing each other in every compromised position, you needed Taehyung to think you didn’t do any of the things.

Taehyung was quite the opposite.

“Yeah, you begged me to spit inside your mouth so you're a freak.” He shrugged his shoulders which made your head move on his pecs.

You held his face again, puckered his lips and licked them. “I am your very sleepy freak then. Goodnight, darling.”

Taehyung was going to argue more but you calling him darling caught him off guard. With a satisfied snicker, he lay under you, his arms wrapping around you possessively. You could feel the contentment radiating from him as he settled into the bed, pulling you close so your bodies were pressed together.

“Goodnight, darling.” He repeated with a kiss on your head. He felt your body go stiff only momentarily before nuzzling yourself to him like a kitten.

The night's sleep was good. Taehyung had you cuddling with him as long as you wanted.

After, maybe thirty minutes later, Taehyung felt you get up. He heard the soft patter of your feet on the floor as you made your way to the bathroom, the faint sound of the toilet lid closing, and then the gentle rush of water as you cleaned yourself. But soon, you joined him back in the same exact position. Taehyung felt your faint kisses on his cheeks and fell back to sleep. Close to sunrise, he felt you slip off him because it was getting warmer, but you continued to hold his hand and peck his long fingers as he drifted on and off to sleep.

The slight booze and huge amount of physical exertion knocked two of you good as the deep, restful slumber awaited.

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house of addams (6)

— 🌖 pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

— 🕷️ genre: mystery, angst + fluff + smut

— 🗝️ word count: 5.5k

— 🍄 summary: desperate times call for morally grey measures.

— ☕ content warnings: stalking (but it's mutual??), taking photos without consent (also mutual), slight lore dump, mentions of death/decomposition/missing persons

— 🕸️ a/n: thank you so much to everyone who continues to share their thoughts i love y'all so much!!

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chpt. 6: don't stalk, investigate

october 19, 2004

The trees surrounding the university are starting to brown at the edges. Fall has begun its descent.

The click of the camera shutter has become white noise to you. Through the viewfinder, you follow the motion of the mop of black hair.

You've found that that's how he starts almost all of his mornings: messily, sleepily. More often than not, his hair is just-rolled-out-of-bed fluffy, the lower half of his face covered with a black mask so you can only see his cat-like eyes.

He looks good today, wearing a loose white button-up and silver jewelry. He approaches the university with his messenger bag slung over his shoulder, still clearly half-asleep.

Yoongi is not a morning person, you've learned. You know because you've been watching him.

Listen, you never claimed to be a saint. And yes, maybe half the reason that you're a damn good private investigator is because you're willing (and perfectly capable) of doing the things that others would rather not.

So be it. You've witnessed others commit far worse evils than the one you're currently undertaking.

Long story short, your mental blockade with the case (and whatever the fuck happened at the lake) may or may not have caused you to look into some of the strange characters frequenting Farrow's End. Starting with the shy, antisocial botanist.

The fact that he supposedly lived in the Addams house (according to the commentary from the college students) wasn't the thing that made you suspicious, it was the fact that he lied about living in the Addams house. Pretended to know absolutely nothing about it, to boot.

As a human being, you can respect someone keeping their secrets. As a private investigator, your job is to dig up any secrets that prove relevant to your investigation.

Half of you wants to believe that he's nothing but a good guy. You can admit that you like him, that you relate to his aura as the token "weirdo." But the cynical part of you, it whispers in your ear that he shouldn't be trusted.

No one should. Your job has taught you that much.

Therefore, you have to exhaust each point of view until you find out who's guilty, and who's less guilty. Because pure innocence is impractical.

And after what you saw (or think you saw) at the lake, you're going to have to gear your research towards less "scientific" topics. And try to avoid the woods at all costs. For the time being, at least.

On most days, Yoongi begins his days early, and mostly on-campus. It didn't take long to witness him being transported by the same black Mercedes that you saw outside the cafe, the one supposedly belonging to one of the mysterious Jungs.

Though Yoongi never enters the car in heavily populated areas. He usually walks a short distance to a more private spot, and then the car pulls up like clockwork.

You can never get a good look at the driver, thanks to the tinted windows.

So far, the only suspicious thing about the botanist is the fact that he lied about living in the Addams house. He goes to class, goes to his labs, gets coffee, goes home, with very little in-between.

Well, that plus spending a large amount of his time on campus with one specific chemist. And it doesn't take much longer to realize that he lives at the Addams house too.

Jimin, unlike Yoongi, is often late. He gets dropped off by the same sleek car, a short distance away from his destination, then he power walks to wherever he's going, fluffing and preening himself along the way.

Whether it's a hand brushing through his hair, or a knuckle pushing up the bridge of his glasses (which he never leaves the house without), or him adjusting the collar of his shirt, he's almost always fixing himself.

Sometimes, you get the impression that he isn't comfortable in his own skin.

He has a few other signatures: those heeled boots, pants that are almost always too tight for your liking, glasses (either tinted or completely dark), and always a mask covering his mouth. That, or sometimes an oversized scarf pulled up to just under his nose when it's particularly chilly outside, the wind rustling his hair and it's oddly shifting color.

You've taken to wearing one of your smaller cameras around your neck at all times, just in case you run into anything suspicious and need to snap a picture.

The morning mist has deepened into a constant drizzle most mornings, and that leather jacket you bought at Magic Shop has come in particularly handy. The garment is warm and cozy, and it always gives you a feeling of comfort whenever you wear it.

Fine, so maybe following Yoongi and Jimin didn't yield the results you wanted, though you'll admit it was fun. Still, something is telling you that there's something suspicious about that house and those who reside in it.

So you move on to another lead: Kim Taehyung.

He rarely leaves the house, you've found. So you have to conclude that he lives there as well as works there. When he does leave, it's on official business. Either to go to the police station to pick up documents or out of town to examine a body.

He doesn't ride in the Mercedes, though. Rather, he drives a classic black hearse. Again, peak dedication to the aesthetic, which you can appreciate.

And fine, maybe you snapped a few pictures of him on the rare times you caught him out of the house, but it's all for the sake of the investigation.

At first, you were quite hesitant to get too close to the house on the hill, with its looming trees and black birds hovering all about the roof.

But one day, when you creep up the path, the front gate opens on its own to welcome you. You were planning on scraping along the outside of the gate, peering into the yard through the iron bars. You weren't expecting it to actually open for you.

A gust of wind surges through the air, pulling you towards the house. The rustle of the trees practically whispers come closer.

It takes you a little bit aback, but you don't show it. Just in case someone is watching. In fact, you barely react to it, simply sidestepping the gate entrance and continuing along the path as if you were on a morning walk.

You walk along the entire perimeter of the gated yard, which is much, much larger than you anticipated. There are a number of gardens, a small hedge maze, a swamp even, and at the very edge of the property, a graveyard.

The tombstones are dotted throughout the wooded grove, a thick layer of ivy covering the ground like a burial shroud, and an air of calm hangs about the place.

But it isn't until you circle back to the other side of the house that you see something you truly weren't expecting: Jin, your favorite barista, strolling through the garden with a cup and saucer in his hands.

Wearing a turtleneck under a black coat, his hair blowing picturesquely in the chill wind, he meanders past the crumbling stone statues and trickling fountains.

You quickly duck behind a tree, reaching into your jacket to grab the small binoculars that you typically carry when you're in the..."observation" phase of the investigation. No, this isn’t the first time you’ve done this sort of thing.

Jin leisurely walks over the cobblestone pathway, sipping from his cup with a satisfied expression. He'll run a hand through his hair or lean against one of the stone garden walls, looking over his shoulder every once in a while.

And maybe it's just a hunch, but you get the sense that he knows that he's being watched. The weird thing is that he doesn't seem bothered by the fact at all. In fact, it almost looks like he's...posing.

An itch at the back of your neck. A glance back at Jin tells you that he's not looking at you, nor has he realized that you're there. But still, now you feel eyes on you.

You look around but find nothing but white-barked trees. And maybe if you looked a little closer you would've noticed that the knots in said trees look a little too much like eyes, open and alert.

Even if you had noticed such a thing, your conscience would tell you that obviously that's not the case. Trees can't watch people.

You'd be wrong, of course, but how could you have known that then?

october 23, 2004

He only ever works nights. The graveyard shift, to be specific. His shift always starts after the sun has set, and it ends just before it rises again.

Normally, you'd split your time between the cafe and the bookshop, but recently you've dedicated almost the entirety of your days to watching the barista and learning his habits. And in that time, you've hardly seen him eat.

In all the time you've spent watching him combined, the only things you've seen him eat include: a handful of olives, a few slices of bread and cheese, and the occasional spoonful of honey. Coffee and the offhand glass of red wine (which he pours into a teacup with a charming wink when he catches you watching him) is all you ever see him drink.

The only time he leaves the Addams house, besides to go to work, is on Saturday mornings when the Farmer's Market takes up the town square.

Sporting a checkered coat with the collar turned up to shield the lower half of his face, sunglasses (even though it's utterly cloudy), and an umbrella held over his head (even though it's not even drizzling), Jin scours the aisles, scrutinizing each booth's wares to find only the freshest and best quality produce, meats, and bread. He also procures some fancy cheese and preserves, his tastes expensive and well-refined.

The only other time you see him deviate from his routine is to visit the nearest hospital one afternoon. You're expecting him to enter into the waiting room, but he circles around the back, waiting by a STAFF ONLY door.

That same tickle from somewhere in your brain, the one that makes your eyes a little blurry. You take a moment to refocus them, and then you see the door crack open.

The person behind the door hands Jin an object that he quickly conceals in his coat, and the interaction is too quick for you to see what exactly it is.

But not quick enough for you to miss taking a picture. Because you've learned that it's always best to prioritize the camera before your eyes.

You take it to the dark room that same day. And the film reveals that the object appears to be a plain white box. Your guess is that it's a thermal container, the ones used to transport samples or the like.

It's a bit embarrassing to admit that it takes another day to put two and two together.

You're sitting in the cafe, skimming through the files of the five missing persons, when Jin approaches your booth and silently places a pastry on the table.

It's another one of his habits, you've noticed. Whenever you're in the cafe and have gone a long time without ordering any food, he'll subtly bring you something without a word, and you're usually too focused on your research to notice until some time has passed and it's too late to reject the offer.

You've told him several times that though the gesture is appreciated, he doesn't need to provide you with any freebies just because you're in here all the time. But he just brushes you off and claims that he needs a taste tester for his new recipes.

You let it slide after telling yourself that he probably does the same to a number of other customers given his charming nature (though in all the time you've observed him he's never done it for any other patron, but that you conveniently ignore).

This time it's a little cake, topped with a strawberry and absolutely smothered in fresh cream. When you cut into it, red jam spills from the inside of the cake like blood from a wound.

Then it finally clicks.

...Blood.

Like a slideshow in fast motion, all of the little details spring back into the forefront of your mind. The time when you noticed his shirtsleeve riding up, revealing a faded scar distinctly resembling a bite mark on the inside of his wrist. The time you noticed him drinking from a to-go coffee cup, but with a ring of red surrounding the opening in the lid.

And at the hospital, a thermal container used to transport samples such as blood bags, or even human organs.

Fuck.

You push the dessert away at the realization, scrambling to gather your things and leave the cafe as quickly as possible.

Of course, that means you miss the concerned and slightly disappointed look on Jin's face as he watches you go.

october 24, 2004

You don't know what makes you more of an idiot, the fact that you're actually close to believing that Jin is some sort of blood-sucking creature of the night, or the fact that it took you this long to consider the fact based on all the warning signs.

Unfortunately, nothing is impossible. And though none of your investigations so far have pointed to something so overtly "supernatural," you have to entertain the possibility.

Because it's possible that something about it could trace back to one or more of the victims, since clearly this case has proven to be far from normal.

Though the internet is a great resource, currently all you can find is blog posts, and you'd prefer not to cite those when it comes to professional matters. So you turn to local folklore, urban legends, and the security of the written word.

When you enter the bookshop the next day, you realize just how broad of a topic it is. There are hundreds, even thousands of mythical creatures across different cultures. It's going to take a long time to factor out one with the right features and track it's roots.

Then you remember the man behind the counter. Namjoon is currently staring at the mass of papers on his desk, looking confused and frustrated.

"What's all that?" you ask as you approach the counter.

"My accounts. Balancing my checkbook," he replies without looking up from the mess.

"Ah," you say in understanding, in pity.

A pause.

"Want a distraction?" you finally ask, and his head whips up almost instantly.

"Dear God, yes."

You chuckle, moving to lean against the desk.

"You're a writer, right?"

"Yes," he answers with a nod.

"What kind of things do you write?"

"Mostly research papers, some articles here and there, a few field guides."

Hmm, so he's more of a scholar, then. Interesting.

"In what area of study?"

Namjoon's mouth twitches like he's trying to find the right words.

"Folklore," he finally answers, but obviously there's a little more to it.

Perfect. You bite back the urge to rock on your toes with excitement.

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

He smiles at that, dimples and all, like nothing would delight him more.

"Of course, anything you want," he answers, voice curling around the edges.

And you don't know it, but he means it sincerely. He would tell you anything and everything about him and his little family if you would only ask.

Any of them would, really. Technically, none of them have ever lied to you, they just haven't share all the information.

And if Namjoon is being honest, all of them are quite eager for you to get a little more invasive and figure them out for yourself.

"What do you know about mythological creatures that feed on life energy?"

You didn't mean for it to come out so specific, so incriminating. But you're getting a little tired of questions without a ghost of an answer.

His eyebrows raise a bit.

"To be honest with you, my knowledge is limited mainly to the folklore of this region," he admits, sounding apologetic.

Even more perfect. You try not to give away too much of your excitement, despite the fact that every time you encounter him he only seems to get better and better.

"Pray tell," you urge, leaning forward slightly with open ears.

A little bashful expression crosses his face as he settles deeper in his chair, all thoughts of taxes abruptly thrust aside.

"Well, vampiric creatures are quite common across folklore in many cultures. They're usually associated with outbreaks of disease, and vampire hunts are mostly accompanied with epidemics..."

You let him talk for as long as he wants, listening eagerly and only looking away to scribble a few notes from time to time. It's clear that he's passionate about what he studies, speaking about it like a lover would.

He tells you that even the word "vampire" is shrouded in mystery, as linguists do not know the precise etymological origin. Apparently, the folklore of this region is steeped in Slavic roots, so that's what he focuses on to narrow it down for you.

From the Old East Slavic language, the term "vampire" hails from the word "upir," which is speculated to translate as "someone who bites" or "the thing at the feast/sacrifice," though the word has no definite origin.

Namjoon tells you that scholars agree that the term was used as a stand-in, since they were too afraid to say the creature's true name.

"An upir needs to feed on life essence to survive. In literature, this is usually represented by drinking blood, since it represents life," Namjoon explains.

"Usually?"

He shrugs.

"The "opir" in Ukraine consumes large amounts of fish as their source of sustenance, preferences vary across cultures."

"You speak of it like they're real," you say with a chuckle, watching closely for his reaction.

Another shrug, this one more uncomfortable.

"To the Slavs, they were. The universal belief in supernatural beings was common. Unseen entities were part of the way they understood the world," he says.

"Hmm," you mumble, scanning him up and down. You try not to delight in the way he squirms slightly under your scrutiny.

"Most of the traits attributed to vampires these days are based on myths, or downright misunderstandings," Namjoon blurts out. "Like how the outbreak of rabies in Europe led to the belief that the upir are afraid of light, which is ridiculous. Many of the symptoms of rabies, which is spread through biting, coincide with the supposed traits of vampires, like the fear of light and altered sleep patterns."

He says it all like he's slightly annoyed.

"Or how they assumed that the upir are undead because during decomposition, built up pressure can push the blood into a corpse's mouth," he continues.

"So the upir aren't undead at all?" you probe.

"No, it's just a misconception," Namjoon replies like he's in the throes of a heated debate.

He seems to notice, since the next moment he's clearing his throat awkwardly and slumping in his seat.

There's a moment of silence as you jot down some more notes.

"They're not evil," he blurts out like he can't help it, and the look on his face implores you to believe him.

You look up at him.

"Across the centuries, they've always been used as the scapegoat for things humans can't understand," he adds softly.

Hmm, yes that seems to be a recurrent theme in human history.

You close your notebook and straighten up from leaning on the desk.

"Very interesting. Thank you, Namjoon," you say and mean it.

He smiles and nods as if to say of course, but after your back is turned, his face falls a bit, wondering if he let a little too much slip.

"Too much? In my opinion, you didn't tell her enough," Jimin quips.

Namjoon rolls his eyes, but he's mainly focused on Jin. The older man only smiles at him, pressing a comforting hand to Namjoon's cheek.

"Don't worry, love. I don't mind at all," he says. Because yes, he too is eager for you to realize just what they all are.

"I just don't want her to think we're the ones behind all this," Namjoon admits.

"If she's as smart as she appears, then she'll figure that out for herself soon enough," Hoseok replies, slowly circling the room with his arms crossed.

He approaches the elegant leather couch that Namjoon and Jin are occupying.

"Joonie," he says, running a hand down the younger man's neck.

"I don't think it would hurt to drop her a few more hints, hm?" And everyone notices the smirk on Hoseok's face.

"I'm tired of waitiiiiing," Jimin whines.

"She's still a skeptic, Minie," Yoongi supplies from where he's watering the plants against the window. "She needs to be eased in."

Jimin just rolls his eyes.

"We could just kidnap her," he suggests.

"No." The reply comes instantly from Namjoon, Jungkook, and Yoongi simultaneously.

Jimin laughs high and bright.

"Come now, Jimin," Hoseok says with a sharp smile of his own. "Everyone knows it's more fun when they consent to it first."

october 25, 2004

The next time you enter the bookshop, Namjoon immediately mentions that he put together a little collection of texts for you to look over, saying they might be interesting to you. Maybe even aid in the investigation.

You thank him earnestly. And no, your face doesn't heat up at the fact that someone has gone out of their way to make your life easier.

When you slip into your usual nook, you notice that one of the drawers in the desk is adorned with a little pink ribbon around the handle, almost like it's gift-wrapped. And when you open it, you see several books, articles, and newspaper clippings, all of which seem very promising.

Something stirs in your stomach at the sight, but it's quickly set aside as you lock in and dive headfirst into the new research endeavor.

There's the notice for each of the missing persons, all the mentions of them so far in the newspapers, including one article from a publisher you've never heard of.

With the headline simple reading DISAPPEARED, the short snippet describes each missing person and the details of their last eyewitness account. The strange thing is that the article includes far more details than the big-name publishers, making you wonder why you haven't heard of it before.

The Periscope Press. You don't recall seeing it in any of the corner stores around town, but you do recall some of the people you interviewed mentioning details from "the newspaper" that you hadn't heard previously. Maybe this is the publisher they were referring to.

When you ask Namjoon about it though, he is surprisingly unhelpful. He claims that he can't remember where he came across the article, saying that he often picks up stray newspapers for wrapping and packing purposes for the shop.

Well, you suppose you'll have to save it for later then.

Also among the pile of papers in the drawer, there's a short blurb announcing the opening of the Kim Morgue and Crematorium. Taking a closer look at the date tells you that Taehyung's practice has actually been passed down through nearly three generations.

Technically, Taehyung is actually Taehyung III, taking the same name as his father and grandfather and great-grandfather before him.

But it's the photo you stumble upon that really stalls your breath.

A portrait, faded and yellowing, dated almost seventy-five years ago. The subject is a man dressed in a brown suit and tie, his hair dark and curly, except it looks exactly like him. From the Roman slant of his nose, down to the way he positions his shoulders, it looks almost indistinguishable from the Taehyung of today. The family resemblance is apparently very strong.

And again, it's a little embarrassing how long it takes you to reach the conclusion that to others, especially to the supernaturally-inclined, might seem obvious.

But you've already mentioned that you're a bit of a skeptic.

october 28, 2004

You fear that you may be going a bit crazy.

The dreams are getting worse. They've escalated from simple images and sounds to corporeal sensations. You feel the water so sharply, the cold, the current, even the vibrations. You can see hands reaching towards you, and sometimes you are compelled to reach back. Sometimes you swear you wake up smelling of seawater.

And the itchy feeling of being watched has only gotten stronger. You feel as though you're always looking over your shoulder, always listening for following footsteps.

In the past few days, you've used your research as an effective distraction.

You've found that the Kim family has run the morgue out of the Addams house for almost as long as the Jung family has owned it, Taehyung hailing from a long line of coroners and forensic pathologists rooted in Farrow's End.

With a little digging, you discovered that the Jungs have been business tycoons for decades, buying and selling and trading their vast number of industries to generate a near endless stream of income that they then hand down to their children and children's children.

Unfortunately, most of the knowledge on the Jung family is circulated through the townsfolk, so you have to ask around a bit to get a more solid basis.

The current owner of the Addams house is one Jung Hoseok. Young, beautiful, and filthy rich, according to those you spoke with on the streets. But, apparently he spent most of his youth in a mental hospital. Not only a mental hospital, a high-security facility for the criminally insane.

Now, you're not sure how much of that you believe, but you still have to entertain the possibility.

And one day, you even catch sight of him. A small crowd tends to gather whenever the black Mercedes pulls into town, curious eyes prying into the tinted windows.

You're lingering outside the bookshop one afternoon, making sure you didn't leave anything behind after a four-hour-long research session, when the car rolls through the streets like a slinky black cat.

Whispers immediately fill the air, causing you to look up from your bag, which is bursting at the seams these days from all the papers you have to carry around.

The car stops at the curb in front of the cafe, the driver soon killing the engine. Then, the driver's side door opens, and a black-booted foot steps onto the sidewalk.

The man is handsome, you have to admit, with long black hair that curls at the nape of his neck. His face is sharp and angular, with a softly heart-shaped mouth and surprisingly bright eyes.

He's dressed in pressed pants and jacket, thin and elegant. The man walks into the cafe and picks up a to-go order, gets back into his car, and drives away without so much as a glance at all the people who have stopped to stare at him.

You being one of them, but you're fairly certain that you're the only one who takes a few pictures.

But it wasn't until yesterday that you started to really feel like you were losing your marbles.

As you're asking around town, you breach the subject of the town's forensic pathologist. Everyone you speak to has nothing but good things to say about the young coroner, except for the fact that he isn't as young as you thought he was.

You ask a woman you struck up a conversation with outside the grocery store about the Kim family, and she says that Taehyung did a fantastic job taking care of her nephew for his funeral.

You agree, mentioning your admiration for how educated he is for someone so young.

That's when the woman's face turns puzzled. "Young?" she says, raising an eyebrow. She goes on to say that the most recent Kim Taehyung has been running the morgue for the last twenty years.

"Taehyung III?" you ask. "Thin, dark eyes, looks a bit like a Roman statue?"

"Yes, that's the one. Took over the family business after his father died. But no children, I hear he's training a young apprentice that will likely take over when he retires."

You mention that surely Taehyung has time to have children, but that same confused expression crosses her face.

"Isn't he nearly seventy though?"

A squirmy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You awkwardly brush off the woman, apologizing for the confusion.

You ask almost every other passerby you see on the street that evening about the town coroner, and they all say the same thing. A kind man, very good at his job, and most definitely in his late sixties.

They all insist that there hasn't been a young Kim in the business since Taehyung was a trainee nearly thirty years prior.

So you do a little more digging, and turns out it's true. If you'd have looked a little closer at the dates on all of Taehyung's degrees and certificates, you'd find that he acquired them all between fifteen and twenty-five years ago.

You're tailing him the next morning. You got lucky, today being one of the rare days when he leaves the Addams house to go into town.

He steps out of the hearse in leather shoes and a sweater vest under his trenchcoat. You suppose he dresses like he's older, from the way he tucks in his shirt and cuffs his pants, but he also sports a crossbody bag over his shoulder that others would most likely consider feminine, but he pulls it off effortlessly.

The clouds are letting down a light rain, leaving dewdrops on your jacket and making Taehyung's hair appear just a bit fluffier.

There's that same streak of gray from his hairline. The only indicator that he possibly isn't an attractive man in his late twenties/early thirties.

But that's exactly what you're looking at. Not an older man with aged skin and silver hair, rather more like a bronze god with a mop of black curls. And the only sign of age from knowledge or experience is deep in his eyes.

You begin to follow him down the street, sneaking pictures occasionally, curious what would happen if you were to show said pictures to others. Would they still see an old man? Or would they see the young one you've been seeing from the beginning?

You get the odd sensation that you're being watched, but from a source you can't name, since you're fairly certain Taehyung hasn't noticed you.

It's as you're nearing the end of the sidewalk, slipping in-between a cluster of people, that he suddenly stops dead in his tracks.

You stop too, a cold chill latching onto your spine. He stands there for a moment, perfectly still.

Then, he turns over his shoulder and looks right at you.

There haven't been many times in your career where you're genuinely shocked speechless. And even fewer when your target is not only fully aware of the fact that you're trailing them, but apparently isn't bothered in the slightest by it.

Because then a smirk is creeping onto his face. Those tiger eyes turn a shade darker, and he nods his head slightly as if to greet you.

He knew you were watching him, they all did.

The ice under your skin only intensifies when you hear the click of a camera shutter from behind you.

Whipping around, you see Jung Hoseok standing just a few feet away, a camera held up to his face and the brim of his hat tilted down, but you know it's him.

And the lens is pointed at you.

What's strange is that no one else seems to notice him. Every other time you've seen him in town, everyone stops to stare, but now they slide around him like he isn't even there, their eyes looking right through him.

Something weird is definitely going on.

You dissolve back into the crowd like a ghost.

october 29, 2004

A letter appears on your doorstep. The stationary is soft and expensive-looking, with your name scrawled on the front in curling script. With no return address.

It's enclosed with a red wax seal, stamped with the image of a crow.

You debate on whether or not to open it for approximately three minutes.

Dearest _______,

We cordially invite you to the Addams House for dinner, dancing, and drinks on October 30 at 6:00 p.m. sharp. Please bring your case notes for discussion.

Dress code: semi-formal.

Fondly,

Jung Hoseok

The back of the paper reads:

How do you accept this invitation?

➳ With enthusiasm

➳ With excitement

You think about it for about thirty seconds. Circling "with enthusiasm," you slip the paper back into the envelope and set it back outside where you found it.

It's gone the next morning.

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malleux · 1 year ago

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performance anxiety.

-> lyney x fem!famous singer!reader

-> warnings: mentions of past bad relationship, anxiety, no use of y/n

-> words: 3.4k

[a/n]: this was not supposed to be this long but. not proofread, idk what universe this is in where all of these characters are friends but shut up. i just started writing, gun to my head i could not tell you what happens in this story

Applause. Roses. Adoration. Entertainment.

You craved the effervescence of the spotlight. The thrill of being on stage. Millions of eyes are on you and you alone– coming together for the sole purpose of viewing you.

It seemed a bit voyeuristic, but you couldn’t care less as the final notes of your song rang out across stages all over the country and applause replaced the roaring in your ears. People stood as they clapped, whooping and hollering. All for you.

You stood before them night after night, baring the roughest edges of yourself on the stage for them all to judge. You were vulnerable to every attack possible– verbal, physical, emotional. Yet none occurred, save for the dozens of flowers that showered you every night as you completed a performance flawlessly once again.

It was only after you made it backstage to your dressing room that you finally took a breath. A very shaky, very exhausted breath. Stagehands ran back and forth, putting up props and fixing light fixtures for someone else’s performance the next night, but they reassured you that nobody could possibly outshine you after you had christened the Opera Epiclese.

Your first performance in Fontaine. In your hometown.

“That was amazing!” Your manager burst through the door, a cup of water in her hands. She passes it to you. “One of your best performances yet– not that the others were bad! Quite the opposite, actually–”

“I get it. Thank you.” You chewed on your lip, gazing at yourself in the mirror. You looked frazzled up close with the stage makeup slightly smeared across your face. Not enough for the audience to notice, though. No, to them, you were perfection. “I hope they thought the same.”

“Are you kidding? You were amazing. I bet you made at least ten men think about leaving their wives for you tonight.” You cut your eyes at her, and she backtracked immediately. “I-I mean! Oh, that was such a bad analogy, wasn’t it? I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

It really wasn’t fine, but you weren’t going to make your friend-turned-manager feel any worse than she already does for bringing up the past. You weren’t married– Archons, no– but you lived a fast life that not many were equipped to handle, especially if they were staying home while you traveled Teyvat on a tour.

Your ex couldn’t handle you and your lifestyle, so he handled others in bed instead.

It didn’t sting as bad as you would have expected it to. You couldn’t take the time to grieve, not when there was a performance in Natlan the night you found out. Other performers and those who lived a more nomadic lifestyle had warned you about failed relationships and friendships with those who did not stay close or did not understand the busyness of traveling. You truly believed you were the exception, and now you realize that such relationships are impossible. You chose this life, thus giving up the idea of a simple love. Your friends were your manager and the crew that traveled with you, and that was that. You didn’t stay anywhere long enough to culminate true, meaningful connections with anyone.

“Are you ready for the encore?”

You swiped another layer of lipstick on and fluffed your hair in the mirror before turning back to your manager.

“Born ready.”

—---

Lyney sat on the edge of his seat for the past hour and a half and continues to do so, staring at the dark stage.

His sister keeps a hand near his chair, just in case he somehow leans too far forward and falls out of it completely. She’ll never understand his infatuation with such a famous singer– it’s not like he had a shot with you anyway. Nevertheless, she made sure to surprise him with front-row tickets the minute she learned of your performance at Fontaine’s beloved Opera Epiclese.

Lyney nearly cried in happiness and he’s nearly crying now, praying to every Archon above that you’re going to come out for an encore and that this isn’t the end of your show. The tears almost fall as the spotlight graces the stage once more and music fills the room.

Everyone in Fontaine tried to get tickets for your performance and the most influential of citizens were sure to attend. Furina sat in the VIP box, leaning on her hand as she watched you step back onstage. She was quiet for once, enraptured by your voice. Clorinde was at her side. Neuvillette sat near the twins, seated but smiling. Charlotte and Navia were a bit further back, Charlotte furiously scribbling on her notepad to review the performance. She stopped writing halfway through, though, unable to stop herself from just enjoying the performance. Wriothesley and Sigewinne showed their faces from outside of the Fortress, the former succumbing to the latter’s pleas for tickets. Even Freminet was there, on the other side of Lyney, just happy to see his brother so happy.

And yet there he was, sitting in the middle of the row, front and center. A perfect view. And there you were, in that jaw-dropping dress that sparkled perfectly in the lights, reflecting the same way the stars in the sky shined. Lyney was positive there were also stars in his eyes, but he couldn’t help it.

And when the performance was over, Lyney finally sat back in his seat and exhaled a deep breath– one he had been holding since the minute you appeared onstage.

Lynette looked him over as if to make sure he was okay and happy. She didn’t need any words to tell that he was over the moon. “Are you ready to go?”

“Just– just give me one minute.”

—---

“How long will you be in Fontaine?”

“Probably a week or two, at most.” You hummed, finally eating a snack left for you by the Hydro Archon herself. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been home. I’d like to stay a bit longer.”

“Hmm,” Furina’s finger tapped her chin– a clear sign that she was thinking. About what, nobody could tell. “How about another performance before you leave? Many people didn’t get tickets to this first show. You’ve had so many supporters from here since you started. Why not give them a special thanks? Especially me, since I’ve supported you and been your friend for all these years?”

You squinted at her for a moment, trying to decipher what she could be devising in her head. You weren’t a mind reader, and Furina didn’t necessarily all have it going on in her head, so you opted to just ask her outright. “What could you possibly gain from that?”

She reeled back, feigning offense. “Nothing! It’s-it’s just that it’s great for business. And we’re having special visitors soon who may want to see. Totally not because I want to watch it again– heh.”

“What special visitors?”

“Why, the Traveler and Paimon, of course!” Furina clapped, “Yes, yes. They’d love to see your performance.”

“Hm.” You continued staring at her, unconvinced that the legendary Traveler wanted to see your performance. But, you did get to perform again and get a part of the profits. You didn’t see why not. “Fine.”

The squeal that came out of Furina’s mouth was enough to almost break your glass of water– a feat many singers trained to do for years and could not accomplish. Yet, your friend was close to doing it without even trying out of sheer excitement.

She grabbed your hand once you were done changing clothes and dragged you out of the dressing room. You had no choice but to follow as she led you into the main room, where the audience sat. It looked much different from before with the lights on and the chairs empty.

Except for two chairs, three people still present in the opera house.

At the sound of her voice, the three turned around. There was a pair of twins and a younger blonde boy. The twin boy made eye contact with you and seemed to shoot straight up, becoming entranced as he saw you. This was typically a normal reaction for fans, but there was one difference this time.

You were entranced too.

Furina looked at the three and huffed. “Isn’t it time for you to go home?”

“Sorry, Lady Furina,” The youngest boy spoke and motioned to the other boy, whose face was bright red. “Lyney just needed to sit for a minute.”

“Is he okay?” You tilted your head, gently shaking free of Furina and walking to them. Furina gasped and crossed her arms, almost angry that she didn’t have your attention anymore as your self-titled “best friend”. “Your face is hot.”

The twin girl hid her mouth with her hand. “He’ll be okay eventually. I think he got overheated or something. Got all nauseous and dizzy.”

“Oh my Gods, I’m so sorry!” You felt awful– you had told someone that you felt the air was a bit too hot in the audience, but you were brushed off. This just proved that you were right. “You all come with me, there’s fresh water and everything in the guest house I’m staying in tonight.”

You ushered everyone out of Opera Epiclese and into the small building next to it. It was the guesthouse, built solely for performers without a place to stay as they traveled. You were given it for your time in Fontaine and couldn’t be more grateful, especially at a time like this when someone is in need.

Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet– as you learned their names were– followed you and a pouting Furina into the house. You offered them all a seat on the couches and chairs before running to the kitchen and grabbing a bowl of cool water and a rag. You sat next to Lyney, who was silent the entire time, and neared his face as you put the rag on his forehead. You were a bit confused at Lynette and Furina’s snickering behind you, but you could only worry about the boy in front of you whose face turned even redder at your closeness.

“Say,” Furina spoke up, “Lyney and Lynette here are performing at the Opera Epiclese tomorrow. Fancy a show?”

“Really?” You looked into Lyney’s eyes, “What do you do?”

He swallowed, and you wondered if he needed a glass of water. “Magic.”

“You’re magicians? No way!” You grinned, “I’ve always wanted to see a magic show live! Furina, I think we should go. I’d love to see more of these two.”

“I do too.” Lynette joined, “We can get you on the reservation list for front and center… unless you’d like to sit VIP with Furina?”

“We’ll both sit front row. Neuvillette can have front row if he wishes to attend.” Furina grinned at Lynette, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were missing out of something as you cared for Lyney.

“Wonderful.” Lynette stands up, followed by Freminet. “I think Lyney just needs rest now, but we don’t live far in the Court of Fontaine. We probably need to head out before it gets too late.”

You nod and hold your hand out to Lyney, who takes a second of staring before taking your hand and hoisting himself up. You both definitely hold on a bit too long to be typical for someone you just met, but exceptions could always be made.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Lynette.” You glance back at the boy at your side. “Lyney.”

“Y-yes.” He speaks. You like his voice. “Tomorrow evening. I’d love to see you there.”

After the three left, Furina stayed on your couch and stared.

You sat across from her, staring back with a puzzled expression.

This was the longest you’d ever heard her be quiet and it was incredibly unnerving. You couldn’t take much more of this.

“What?”

Another beat of silence. “What do you mean ‘what’?”

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean’? What did I do?”

“You’ve never done that before.”

“Done what, Furina? I don’t have time for this–”

“Gotten all flustered like that. You don’t even dote on me like that and I’m your best friend.”

“Lynette said that he got overheated during the performance.” You defended, “I had to help him, I felt bad. I told the crew that it was too hot in there but they didn’t listen–”

“You’re stupid.” Before you could retort in offense, Furina leaned forward. “You haven’t been that open and nice since…”

You’re glad she doesn’t finish that sentence– doesn’t let his name leave her mouth. Furina is right and you know it, but you definitely don’t want to admit that. Especially not to her.

“I just felt bad.” She doesn’t believe you and you know it. “Fur, you know I can’t. People can’t keep up with my life. He’s cute, but I’m better off alone.”

Furina looks away for a moment as if to think about what she’s going to say next for the first time ever. “He’s different.”

“You don’t know that.”

“First, I know him better than you do. I’ve had my fair share of run-ins with that crew, and I’m the Hydro Archon. I know everyone in Fontaine.” She twirls a finger around her hair– a telltale sign that she’s desperate for someone to listen to her. You want to oblige, but your mind won’t let you. “Lyney understands the life of a performer. Has he traveled? No. But I bet he’d be more than willing to travel with you as like– an opening act or something!” She snaps her fingers as if this is some sort of life-changing revelation.

Your anxiety says otherwise.

“What about Lynette and Freminet?”

“They can go with you!” She says as if it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Lynette is Lyney’s assistant, so she has to go. Freminet would be good with helping with finances or something. Or if you happen to drop your wedding ring in the ocean, he can get it.”

“Wedding ring?”

“Yeah, for when you marry–”

A knock on the door interrupts her and you’ve never been happier. You give each other confused looks before you get up and open the door a crack. Behind it is a face all-too-familiar, and you open it wider.

“I-uh, forgot my hat here.” Lyney, cheeks still rosy, rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“O-oh, of course!” You stammer out, leaving him at the door and finding his hat in one of the other chairs. Furina stares him down in a way that makes him feel like he’s intruding on a very important conversation, but he tries to brush it off as one of her theatrics.

Lyney’s smile returns when you appear again, his hat in your hands, and tries to ignore the jump of his heart as his fingers accidentally brush yours when he takes it. “Thank you so much.” You watch as his figure begins to retreat from the guesthouse, but he quickly turns around and waves. “And I do hope to see you tomorrow.”

—---

Lyney does, in fact, get to see you tomorrow.

Peeking through the curtain, he sees you front and center, sitting in the same exact seat that he was in the night before. Furina is at your side, chatting with you happily and ignoring the questioning whispers of her citizens as they question why she’s on the floor instead of in her box. Their questions cease when they see you.

A bit of jealousy hits him as he sees some citizens ask for your autograph or come up to talk to you, but he can’t dwell on it long before Lynette is behind him.

“Is she here?”

“Yes.” He lets out a nervous breath. “Everything has to be perfect tonight.”

“It will be.” She reassures, “And don’t worry about anything else. I have it all covered. She’s come to see you and you alone, so you just focus on being the best you can be.”

Lyney has never been more grateful for his sister than he is at that moment. Sure, it was one thing when she accepted his schoolgirl crush on a famous singer, but when she was actually here, at their show, watching him, she was the best wingman in Teyvat.

He peeked out of the curtain once more, his breath catching in his throat when he sees you looking directly at him. You wave and send him a soft smile and Lyney can feel his entire body heat up. He’s determined and ready for this show to start.

And with a short countdown, it does.

In most performances, Lyney keeps his eyes above the crowd. It’s an illusion many performers learn– don’t look directly at anyone specifically, it’s easier to quell the anxiety of thousands of eyes being on you, judging your every move. He knows you do this tactic as well, getting to witness it firsthand last night as you wowed the crowd from the very stage he was on tonight. He wondered how he could possibly be equal to such a wonderful performance and his mind gets a bit louder as doubts start plaguing him. As quickly as they come, however, they disappear.

Lyney looks at you.

You’re dressed beautifully, hair and makeup done simply as if to bare the real you. Oh, how Lyney longs to know the real you.

You think it’s a funny coincidence when the first rose comes to you. Just a chance that a draft happened to send it directly into your lap after Lyney throws it into the crowd. Same with the second rose, that he passed off to you personally as he walked by after doing his switch trick with the box. You realize it’s not just some happenstance when the performance ends and you are left with a bouquet of roses in your hands, your face hot as Furina teases you.

“Rainbow roses have special meaning in Fontaine, you know.” She grinned. You swatted her away.

“I know.” You huff, “He probably uses those in every show to make the little lucky audience girl feel special.”

Furina opens her mouth to speak, but a voice from behind speaks up before she can. “I normally use Romaritime Flowers, and only pull one out of my hat, but I thought tonight I could do something a little different.”

Lyney prays you aren’t uncomfortable when you turn around– the adrenaline of the show is the only thing driving him to speak to you steadily right now, and he didn’t know what he’d do if he got rejected. He’s pleasantly surprised when you do turn around and your mouth is slightly agape, your cheeks darker than usual. He did his job.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

“Keep them, they’re yours.” Lyney places his hands on yours to push them back when you go to give him back the bouquet, but he doesn’t remove them when you clutch the flowers to your chest. “This is my official offer– let me treat you to dinner.”

You turn your head to give Furina a look, but she’s long gone. You make a note to curse her out later.

“Lyney, I want to accept your offer. So badly. But I just know it won’t work.”

Seeing Lyney’s face fall almost makes you want to take it back, but you can’t. You can’t get hurt again.

“Please,” His voice has gone soft, “How do you know that?”

“It’s happened before. I’m just protecting you. I’m going to be gone soon and you can forget about this little infatuation–”

“No!” Lyney blurts out but quickly composes himself. “You’re not protecting me, you’re protecting yourself. I’m not whatever man hurt you in the past. I’m a performer too, I can handle all the things that entails.”

“Lyn… This is only my third country on my tour. I have so many more left, I’ll be gone for a very long time. It’s not fair to ask you to wait for me.”

“I think I get to decide what’s fair for me.” You don’t respond, looking away. Lyney takes your chin between his fingers to make you look at him. “And I think that me waiting for you is a fair trade if it means you come back to me in the end. Please, ma chérie. Consider it.”

You took a breath, weighing the options as seriously as the Oratrice. You think back to your conversations– the ones with your manager, the ones with Furina. Finally, you meet his eyes fully. Lyney hasn’t looked away, a softness in his eyes that you were not expecting.

“Let’s go to dinner. I’ve been thinking of hiring an opening act for the rest of the tour anyways. How do you feel about that?”

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gracemain919 · 2 months ago

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The Illusionist (oc) short story: (they are a butterfly human)

(The fungus universe)

Tw: Yandere, entrapment, non-human, delusional.

Nursery

“Hmm… Your love is my remedy,” Albert hummed as they cleaned a cozy hole carved into a wall. With a medium size feather duster, he swiped down the corners.

“The control you have comes with no penalties”

“My heart beats to your melody”

They continued with the tune until they stopped tidying up. They eyed the bundle of brightly colored cocoons scattered through the small space and they soon came to realize a few were already hatching. A couple of butterflies flew throughout the air as Albert raised their hand forward letting one of their young rest on it. How… adorable.

The little thing couldn't even communicate yet. No matter, they will soon teach it like the others since the more the merrier!

The little creature flew off from their finger and they soon resumed cleaning each cavity with utmost care. Even to the highest gaps they could reach since they weren't human. They can simply dismiss their human form and appear someplace else. How convenient. All for the horde.

Maybe they should check on batch #23. The larva has been having problems getting into their cocoons-

“Hey! When can I have this rope removed?!”

You screamed tied up in a corner of the room. Some pillows were at your sides trying to make your position a bit more comfortable. At least you got their attention as the man quickly dispersed, butterflies covering the floor before quickly regrouping directly in front successfully startling you. “Why? Are you not comfortable dear?”. They asked while kneeling to get a better look at you. Their dumb, worried face always seemed so sweet yet being tied up twisted your opinion.

“I would be better without them. Humans don't enjoy captivity” you explained as Albert listened intently.

Their face showed some sadness as they pursed their lips. “Hm… sorry. We were informed of an attack occurring here,” they said as they fluffed the pillows around you, “I was tasked with keeping you secure and out of sight”.

Great, like if you couldn't hide perfectly fine on your own. No need to keep you in a corner. God, why were they always so extra?

As you came up with every possible logical reason on why the Leaders were wrong, Albert was too busy making sure you were fine. Checking the rope on your hands and feet while also observing your posture. “Your back is meant to look like that right?”

“No, it's not. Isn't it easier to let me sit in a chair? Normally?”

You thought you made a good point, but instead of actually taking the advice, Albert just pulled you out. Soft and absolutely freezing hands grabbed your own lifting you to a kneel. They had no intention of setting you free, not until they were told otherwise. They just observed the way you almost went limp into their grasp before slowly resting your back against the soft pillows they placed in the corner; again. “Like that? Is that better?”

Their voice almost melted into the background as you felt small gushes of wind throughout your body. Tiny feet traced your skin as you tried to relax yourself in your position. It got harder as some butterflies passed around the surface of your skin like nothing. Can you shoo them away? No. Do you care enough? No. It was better to save your brain cells and wait until the attack finalized itself. You can't lie and say it wasn't comfortable.

As you silently gave up Albert raised their hands and clasped them together with a bright smile. “Aww,” they cooed watching some of the young take a liking to you. Well, all their insects in the end became just like them but isn't it cute when they start to like you right after being born? Maybe you were just that special…

Oh well, they had to finish cleaning. A faint pat on your head and you were left alone as they quickly dispersed and reappeared back to the holes carved into the walls.

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its-in-the-woods · 3 months ago

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Coyote Head - Part 9 - An Old Bible

master list

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,

Pairing: Cooper Howard x Lucy Maclean

Includes many other characters from Fallout

Synopsis: More hidden secrets are about to be spilled, as our couple moves closer together.

MINOR GET OUT. Rating/Warning: Animal/people death, dead animal mutilation, Alternative Universe, Slow Burn, Death, Aging, Family Feuding, Older Man/Younger Woman

Note: that I will not be spoiling any of the reading. So you have been warned. I will keep my tags relevant without spoiling what is happening in the story.

*thank you for waiting patiently, we finally have this mostly written out including how this ends. besides editing and fluffing it out a bit. 😀

Mark, Cooper's brother, was driving them back to the farm. Mark was slenderly built, with spiky black hair, his clothes neatly fitted. He looked shockingly like his brother but moved in more cat-like ways. The man was more than gracious, having brought his wife's, Ashley, SUV for a gentler ride home. He chatters with Cooper about the cattle and seed prices. Lucy was still feeling dazed, her hearing kept ringing, the nurse had assured them both that it should return soon. Lucy was not as sure it would actually come back, it was pulsing almost like a siren. Even the extra pain meds had done little to nothing to help. She rubs at her temples, hoping that sleep and a hot shower will alleviate some of the pressure.

Despite having been unconscious for the last two days Lucy still felt exhausted. Her body aches and protests at every bump and turn. She desperately wants to sleep, but the thought of closing her eyes in the car made her skin crawl. Memories were trying to crawl back, her Grandpa’s voice, Cooper screaming for her. She pushes those away, instead, she got an extra large coffee and drank it while trying to keep track of the two brother's conversation.

Mark talked fast and animated, while Cooper listened and added bits and pieces. Cooper was a decade older than Mark, Mark had bought a quarter section with his wife five years ago. The man was passionate and more than eager to get input from his older brother. Cooper, as always, was reassuring and willing to explain what he could to Mark. By the sounds of things, the fields would be dry enough to plant this week. Mark had tried unsuccessfully to convince Cooper that he would be fine tackling seeding alone. The eldest brother had stated that within the week he'd be out there helping. Family always came first, whether that was being picked up at the hospital or seeding fields.

Lucy making sure to offer help as well, she didn’t want to step on toes, but it felt like the right thing to do. Even if the idea of sitting behind the wheel of a tractor with nothing but her thoughts wasn't appealing. She mentally noted that she needed to find some podcasts to listen to. Preferably something not of the paranormal variety.

“Lucy, have you driven a seeder before?” Mark asks, brown eyes looking in the rearview mirror at her.

“Uh, I drove Tim's old International. But it's been a bit.” Lucy replies, trying to keep the shakiness out of her voice. Cooper's hand reaching behind the seat to pat her knee. “Sure with a little practice, I could learn.”

“Well if you're up for it we could sure use yah.” Mark continues, unswayed by Cooper’s sigh. “Usually-” The man was quiet for a moment, his eyes getting glassy, “Usually Dad -um- would be out with us. But -ah- I don't think he'll make it.”

“I would be happy to help,” Lucy replies, hoping to move the conversation away from the sore spot. “Pretty sure Harris and his kids are covered this year.”

The rest of the ride home is dotted with talks about different machinery, equipment maintenance, and how expensive everything was. Lucy adding that Dane was excellent on any equipment, Cooper agreed and mentioning that it would be good to have them on board. She felt a little selfish trying to keep Dane nearby, but really if they could have their hands full with work they enjoyed why not offer it? Even if it would only be for this harvest season.

It was getting close to five when they pulled into the Howard home, Lucy spotting Harris’ vehicles sitting in the drive. Her stomach knotted tight, she had briefly texted the man about being free of the hospital's confines. He had only replied that he would see her when she got there. Harris had never been one for texting, but with spotty reception on the highway, phone calls were not ideal. She tries to ease her racing mind, family was a good thing, though she was positive that dinner would be filled with many questions. That Lucy didn’t have answers to, she wasn’t even really sure she wanted to remember what had happened. The thought had her ears ringing again, trying to relax her jaw so she didn't break a tooth.

Cooper helps Lucy out, he isn’t completely on his feet either but between the two of them they manage to hobble towards the house. Whatever had happened was enough for both of them to be sore. Lucy happily leaning into the warmth of Cooper’s body, she wonders briefly if she’d get to share a bed with him tonight. Even if it was just to curl up against him, they were both adults after all.

A ruckus of cries came from the door, nearly sending Lucy toppling to the ground. As Mathias and Janey came running out towards them. The two small children nearly knocking them off their feet as they wrap themselves around Cooper. Lucy held on to make sure that he didn’t topple down.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Matthias sobs his head buried in the man’s stomach. “I just wanted you home.”

Cooper lets go of Lucy with a small smile before he drops himself onto the gravel. Mark comes up quickly to help keep Lucy on her feet, she gratefully leans on him. Her legs are threatening to give out with too much pressure. Mark may have been trim, but he was still strong enough to hold Lucy up with ease.

The kids piled on top of their Dad with happy tears, Cooper hugging both of his children close to his chest. Janey couldn’t even find words, just wrapping herself around one side of Cooper and crying. Lucy beams at the small family, her heart aching knowing that she could have been the one to lose him. Because of her, their Dad had been gone for two days, because of her his life had been turned upside down. Lucy couldn’t help gritting her teeth, vowing to do her best to keep him out of danger. Not that she could ever stop him from doing something he wanted to do.

Harris’ big voice echoes across the place as he comes over to give Lucy a near spine-breaking hug. Margie, not too far behind, tears in her eyes as she hugs her niece with her husband. Mark lets go to make his way towards the front entrance.

“You sure gave us a scare,” Margie cries, her hands cupping Lucy’s face. “Didn’t know what was gonna happen.”

Lucy let her own tears flow, as she held onto her family. Unable to find the words to properly convey how much it meant that she had them, that they were all still here. The reality that she could have lost her life became all that much clearer as she held onto both of them.

***

The dinner table was empty, Mark having gone home to his family not long ago. The kids have been tucked into bed for the night. Not without a lot of protests and promises that both Cooper and Lucy would still be there in the morning. Lucy had even stayed in the room long enough for Janey to fall asleep. She’d only known the kids for a short period of time, but the impact she had on both was clear. Now once again Lucy sat surrounded by the other adults of the family, some apple moonshine had been poured. A rare, but delicious treat. The alcohol's effects starting to relax Lucy enough to feel like she was not going to combust in her seat. She really didn’t want to answer questions, but there weren’t many options.

“Lucy, Cooper, know you’ve both had a wild few days,” Harris starts, happily taking another shallow glass of liquor. “But, I was hopin' maybe you guys might be able to fill in some details, did either of ya rmember much?”

Lucy shook her head, “I remember the dance, then drivin' home. I remember going inside and seeing the coyote and then hearing Tim.” She swallows, her throat going dry at the memory, “I heard his voice.”

She watches as everyone at the table’s face goes pale, Cooper’s hand covering hers. “T’was the same for me, but I didn’t hear Tim. I heard Barb. But it sounded wrong like it was comin’ outta radio. Then it got loud, so loud.”

A heavy silence falls around them as the others take in what they just heard. Harris looks at Marge, Richard, and Dorthy doing the same. As if they were silently deciding amongst themselves if they should believe them. Lucy looking at Cooper, squeezing his hand. He was doing his best to keep himself stone-faced, but Lucy could see the cracks. She desperately wanted to comfort him, tell him she was sorry, but knowing here was not the time or place.

“How did you know to come get us?” Lucy finally asks, not able to sit in the silence any longer. It was one of the few things she’d thought about asking since she woke up.

Harris swallows as all eyes turn to them, shifting in his seat as he looks at everyone. Margie glaring at him, her lips pursed, arms crossing her chest as she waits for her husband to reply. If looks could wound, she’d have cut him to ribbons.

“I didn’t know,” Harris states, Margie gets up and walks to the kitchen counter where her bag is. “I went to look for your Granddad’s bible,”

Lucy felt like she might throw up, Cooper’s whole body tensing. Harris continuing to keep secrets from her was a blow, even if it had saved them. She wishes Harris would be more honest about what he was doing.

“Now before punches are thrown, downright needed ones,” Harris replies putting his hands up, as Margie sits down with a small book in front of her. “I was going to tell you after the dance. At Sunday dinner. But I got this itchin’ feelin’ I needed to go and look for it now.” Cooper’s hand squeezes Lucy’s as his hazel eyes are set on Harris’. “I am glad I did, and I know I should have phoned.”

“Yes, he should have. Stubborn asshole.” Margie grumbles, her fingers tapping on the top of the book. “I gave him hell for ya Lucy. Man can be stupider than a steer some days. He found this, a few days after you had gathered the journals.”

Margie carefully passes the book, more of a ledge now that Lucy can see it clearly. It’s black, non-descript with worn pages poking out the side, and a silver script says 00-05 on the top right corner. Flipping it open the title page has her Grandfather’s name and phone number in the top left. Underneath it has: gains/losses for 2000-2005

“Now, it might not seem like much, Lucy,” Harris said quietly, everyone shuffling closer to take a look at the now coveted item. Lucy pushes it forward so more can see it. “But if you follow the dates, you’ll notice a few thin's. “

Lucy flipped open the page, counts of cows, calves, bulls, and steers listed. Then below the count of who went to slaughter, who stayed, which bulls were kept, and so on. As her eyes sweep lower, the pen color changes. It could almost be overlooked, going from black to a navy blue pen, but Lucy picks it up right away. Her Grandpa, like many of his generation, was a stickler for details. He won’t have switched pens without reason.

July, sixteenth, two thousand, beside it was a note fox killed four chickens

“The blue,” Lucy said looking up at Harris, her finger resting beside that. Dorothy puts on her reading glasses to take a closer look. “We never lost chickens to foxes.”

Harris nods, Richard's eyebrows scrunching, “I’ve seen Tim’s coops, could barely get in'em as human. Highly doubt a fox got through quarter-inch hardware cloth.”

“Flip to the next month,” Harris states, leaning back against the chair a bit. Lucy not liking that he seemed to have the book memorized by now. Why hadn’t he given her the book to begin with?

She worries at her lip but does what she asked, finger once again running down to the next off-colored line. Again black and then navy blue.

August fifteenth two thousand, two rabbits, wild

She flips over to the next page, now easily finding the different color.

September thirteen two thousands, coyote, attacked calf

Every month there are at least one, sometimes two, lines written in navy blue ink. The writing seemed slightly different, almost shaky.

“So,” Lucy looks around, unsure exactly what Harris was leaning towards. “What is it?”

“It’s the full moon and solstices,” Dorthoy spoke, her voice wavering slightly. Folding her glasses under her shaky hands. “They are all close to twenty-eight days apart.”

Lucy is flipping open her phone and searching for a full moon calendar. She looks at the website, and then at the ledger. Each date is almost exact. Some off by a day or two, but on or around the full moon.

“I am still lost,” Cooper adds, Lucy, letting him take a look at the book as she watches her Uncle and Aunt closely.

“I think he was bringin the animals to the forest,” Harris says, Margie’s looking like she might be sick. “I can’t be certain, but why else would he have it in a different color on or around the full moon?”

Lucy snorts, maybe it’s the alcohol or the lack of sleep, but the words out of Harris’ mouth seem ridiculous. “Like as a sacrifice? To the forest? Is that really what we are thinking here?”

More silence, Dorothy taking a deep drink from her glass, Lucy trying to see if anyone else agrees. How was this even possible? Yes, weird stuff was happening, but that didn’t mean her Grandfather should have been in a ward.

“This can’t be what we are thinking?” Lucy pushes, looking at all the people sitting at the table. Cooper doing the thing, his face lined with worry.

“Lucy,” Richard speaks up, “You and my son aren't the only ones that have heard voices. I also helped search for your Dad and Uncle. I and many others heard, not just their voices, but the voices of other dead loved ones. Most shrugged it off as the wind or exhaustion. But I saw the look in your Grandfather’s eyes, it was like he knew what it was. He was distraught, spendin more hours out there than anyone. Shirley had to drag him out of there almost every night. He wasn’t right for a long time after that.”

“He’d just lost his sons. Anyone would be unwell.” Lucy throws her hands up. “Doesn’t mean he was killing animals f-for what?”

“We don’t know,” Margie replies, voice quieting the room. “Why Harris went lookin for the bible. We want answers just as much as you do.”

“Your Grandad had an old bible, really old,” Harris adds, fiddling with his empty glass. “I am wonderin if there is more info in that. Maybe between the ledger, the journals, and the bible, we can figure out what is going on.”

Lucy finishes her drink, still in disbelief, how could any of this be possible? Her ears rung, the image of the dead and desiccated coyote on her bed standing out clear, her body aching. It was real, as real as any of this could be. Whether Lucy believed it or not, it was happening. Cooper’s hand grips hers as she tries to pull herself back into reality. Realizing her eyes have closed, swallowing as she forces herself to look around the table.

“Okay. We'll get it all together. Try to piece out it is, even if this does sound otherworldly.” Lucy sighs, rubbing at her tired eyes, she desperately needed sleep and some time to digest this all.

“Can we maybe pick this up tomorrow?” Cooper asks, his eyes still fixed on Lucy, his hand holding hers. Lucy wanted to lean against him and let the world drift away.

“I think that would be wise, it’s been a hard few days for everyone. “ Margie says, patting Harris’ hand. “Why don’t we'll come by tomorrow evening? Will gather our things and see what we can compile.”

“Sounds like a good plan. I know I could use the rest,” Richard gives a forced smile, as everyone begins to move around the room.

***

Lucy makes it upstairs, just barely, her whole body aches, the last month of terror catching up with her. She leans against the wall once upstairs, Cooper coming over to scoop her up. The way he easily carried her made her heart stutter, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Letting him carry her down to his room, she’d taken to sleeping in the spare room. Cooper wanted to keep things separate until they got to know each other better.

Tonight was different, something had changed between the two of them. Lucy wasn’t sure what it was, but they were interconnected like they were meant to find the other. It had taken them both being attacked by, well there wasn’t a name for it, to understand that connection. So when Cooper plops her down onto his bed, Lucy doesn’t make a fuss.

Cooper set about rolling down her socks, his hands are calloused but gentle. He was always so gentle with her, Lucy couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like for him to not be so gentle. Though, that would have to wait for another night when she was more conscious. Moonshine tended to have that effect on her.

“Do you want me t'sleep in the spare?” Cooper asks, having taken off his socks as well, sitting down beside her. Lucy wraps her arms around his waist, causing Cooper to chuckle. “Would ya mind if I divested some of my clothes, or would ya rather me stay clothed.”

“I don’t mind, it’s your bed, you should be comfortable. I am personally going to remove this constraining bra. As well as my pants,” Lucy chuckles, as she does her best to sit up. The world spinning, Cooper steadies her, his hands working under her shirt. She feels him pause and nods her head, as he carefully unclasps her bra. Lucy sighs as she flings the offending item out from under her shirt. Both giggling at the ridiculous act, as Cooper stands up.

“I am sorry Cooper,” Lucy says, still swaying a bit, the sadness in her stomach still hoovering at the surface. “About Barb. I didn’t know you’d heard her voice.”

Cooper freezes where he is stood, turning to look at her, “It wasn’t her, I wish it was. But I know it in my heart it wasn’t her.” He tapped his fingers over his heart.

Lucy tries to stand, wanting to comfort him, and fails, falling back onto the bed. Maybe it would be best if she just stayed clothed. Cooper comes over crouching between her legs, his hands resting gently on her thighs.

“I feel like I’ve turned your world upside down.” Lucy sighs, eyes closing, her words feeling meaningless against the tide of pain. “I don’t wish to cause you more pain, Cooper.”

Cooper chuckles, “You do anything but that, Lucy.” He rests his head against her thigh, Lucy’s fingers naturally running up into his hair.”

“I seem to be, either too drunk or too tired to remove my pants.” Lucy sighs, covering her face at the ridiculousness of the situation she has found herself in.

“Do you want’em off?” Cooper asks, Lucy, peeking through her fingers. Cooper kisses the top of her thigh, and the room is very warm all of a sudden.

“If ya don’t mind helpin'me? No funny business.” Lucy teases, Cooper giving her a soft smile before his hand skillfully had her pants unbuttoned and unzipped. He moves back down so he can take the bottoms and carefully pull them off her legs. Lucy lifted her butt a bit so that they slid off. Slumping into the cool blankets now that she was free of most of her clothes.

Lucy lays on her side, watching Cooper pull his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. The way his back is shadowed in the late evening light makes her body ache. His pants go next, and Lucy is really regretting drinking as much as she did. The man was like something made out of stone.

She wiggles herself up and flips the blankets up, crawling in and patting the bed beside her. Cooper crawls in without a fuss, before pulling the blanket up and around them. He wraps his arm around her so that she is snuggled against him.

“No funny business?” Cooper smirked, his eyes glancing sideways at her, leaning down and kissing her gently.

Lucy giggles, wiggling herself so she is right next to him, her body pressing up against his. Kissing his collarbone gently as her leg hooked over his thigh.

“You’re too good to me, Cooper Howard,” Lucy replies, settling herself comfortably as her fingertips trace unknown symbols over his chest.

Cooper wrapped her up close to him, kissing her forehead, “I could say the same to you, Ms. MacLean.”

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jealousjersey · 10 months ago

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☁️ rebound ☁️

˚ ༘ all it takes is for you and your boyfriend to break up for mike to confess his love to you.

˚ ༘ wc: 1.7k

˚ ༘ contains: smut, fluff, p in v unprotected, fingering, fem afab reader

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you’ve known mike for years, since high school. and during that time you knew each other but you never really talked. you had your boyfriend and he was just your best friend. you two experienced everything together, every concert, every lunch together, and every secret. mike knew everything about you. you always had been in love with him but you knew it’d just end poorly. .

recently you’ve started babysitting abby for him, helping him out. just to make his life a little easier.

but you’re boyfriend just admitted to cheating on you and you’re heartbroken. mike noticed the tear falling from your eyes. your (now ex) boyfriend called you from mikes house, telling you everything. about all the hookups he had when he was “with his friends”, all the late night phone calls he had with the girls you thought were your friends.

“hey, you okay?” he says, he stops as he’s getting ready to go to work. “yeah, yes i’m okay” you choke. “i’ll tell you when you get home, don’t worry about me right now. have a good day mike” you say. “well alright, but when i get back you’re telling me everything” he says as he grabs the keys to his truck.

“hey y/n!” abby comes out her room, ready to show you her new drawing of you. “are you crying?” she asks, walking up to you slowly. “no, no i’m okay abby, i love your drawing!” you say as you wipe your face. “okay!” she says as she brings her crayons to the living room to sit with you. you enjoy abby’s company, she’s like a ray of sunshine to you.

“you know my brother thinks your pretty” she drops on you out of nowhere. “oh he does?” you respond, genuinely curious. “yeah, he’s always talking about you. i think he likes you” she says, completely unfazed. she continues drawing for hours as you take a short nap on the couch. abby’s a good kid and you know she wouldn’t do anything to get in trouble.

you wake up to mike plopping down on the couch next to you “how long was i sleeping?” you think to yourself. “morning sleepyhead” he says with a grin. “was he always this flirtatious with me?” your mind races.

“morning i guess” you yawn. “so what was earlier about, why were you crying?” he asks. “oh. me and my boyfriend broke up. he cheated on me and told me everything.” you respond. mikes face got red, he was noticeably mad at the thought of anyone hurting you.

“he did what?” he asks, his voice more stern, more angry. “yeah, but i’m like over it now” you lie to yourself as your eyes start to tear again.

“hey listen, i never thought he deserved you. you’re worth so much more than this. he’s always been a dick.” he comforts you. it feels right. “maybe it was supposed to be you all along” you joke to him.

“yeah, maybe it was.” he jokes back, but his voice got more nervous. it didn’t sound like a joke. “maybe in another universe, huh?” he says back. “yeah, maybe.” you reply.

“if you want you can stay here tonight, you know, as friends” he suggests. “yeah that sounds nice” you say.

you both stay up for around 2 hours, talking about high school and reminiscing about how things were simpler. mike starts to yawn, “hey if you want you can sleep in my bed tonight. i can sleep on the couch” he says, “what? i don’t want to take your bed from you.” you reply

“we can sleep in the bed together” you say, as you hear it come out your mouth you quickly add “as friends” to avoid confusion. “sounds good” he says as he stands up and leads you to his room. he fixes his bed for you, putting the comforter back on it and fluffing his pillow for you.

mike pats on the bed, signaling for you to climb in. “you know, abby said something weird today” you mention. “oh yeah? what’d she say?” he’s expecting something about her art or school. “she said you think i’m pretty” you laugh. “that little snitch” he whispers. you hear him and respond. “hey, don’t shoot the messenger” you giggle.

“yeah, i do think you’re pretty, gorgeous actually.” he says, his face starting to turn a light shade of red. he twirls his fingers in a circle. he makes eye contact with you, you lean into him and just hug him. tears start to swell into your eyes as he pats your back and brings you in closer. “it should’ve been you mike. it was always you.” you confess to him.

“y/n i need to confess something to you.” he says, hugging you tighter. “yeah, what is it?” you reply. “i’ve always been in love with you. i knew i wanted to be with you since 9th grade but you and your boyfriend were always together so i thought i didn’t have a chance in hell. but i’m telling you now, im in love with you.” he says

your face flushes, tears still filling your eyes. “why didn’t you tell me sooner mike? i would’ve always chosen you.” you respond as you push him back on the bed and nuzzle your head on his chest, holding his hand. “mike, i love you. i always have and i think i always will. you were good to me.” you admit.

his heart is pounding at your words. he lets out a sharp exhale, like he regretted everything.

“are you being serious? or are you just on the rebound and want someone right now” he asks, his words hurt you. “yes mike, i do love you. it always should’ve been you and me.” you reassure him.

he moves his arm from behind his head and places it on the curve of your hip as he just stares at the ceiling, rethinking everything from his life. “i wish we could start over” he pauses for a moment. your head moves up to his and you kiss him on the cheek. it’s innocent and sweet. like it was always meant to be.

mikes jeans start to tent up, you look down and catch him. “uh mike, you got something in your pants” you laugh. you knew mike hasn’t been with anyone in a very long time so this isn’t surprising until you start to feel your clit pulsing at the thought. “oh shit, i’m sorry” he stammers. as he covers his bulge with a blanket. “no it’s okay” you giggle, you’ve never seen him do anything as fast as pull the comforter up. “no im sorry i didn’t mean to get hard, it’s-“ you cut him off with a kiss. but this time the kiss isn’t simple, it was rough, his tongue wanting to be in your mouth as his head tilts. you break the kiss first and he moans softly at the release.

“hold on i’m gonna go to the bathroom and get rid of this” he says pointing to his boner. “no it’s okay, i wanna help if you want me to” you suggest. “would it be weird if i said please?” he asks. you giggle as you place your hand onto his bulge. he groans at the touch of you. his jeans unbutton and he’s left in his boxers, needy for your touch.

you bring his boxers down and his dick springs out. mikes dick is above average with a vein shooting up it. his tip has precum coming out. “no this isn’t right, i want to comfort you. i don’t want you to feel like you have to do this” he says as he kisses your forehead. “i know i don’t have to do this, i want to. i’ve wanted to for a long time.” you respond as your hand wraps around his cock.

mike reaches his hand down your leggings after a nod from you. you’re radiating heat from your pussy and he feels as he slides your panties to the side and starts rubbing your clit in circles. “shit mike” you say as he creates that much needed friction. “yeah babygirl? you like that?” he moans as he kisses your neck. he knows just how to get you going. you groan at the nickname he gives you. your hand comes to a halt at his dick, now you’re hand is laying beside it.

you’re already to close to cumming as his fingers start to collect your wetness on them, bringing them to circle your clit again. his dick is rock hard now. “fuck me mike, i need you to fuck me” he groans at your words as he spreads your legs and takes your panties completely off.

his dick inserts your wet pussy, you hear him moan “fuck you feel better than i imagined” this caught you off guard. “you’re way better than i imagined” you reply. now he’s deep in thought. “you imagined me fucking you?” mike says as he pulls in and out at a slow pace, driving you crazy.

“only every time i had sex” you giggle, which is true. you’ve almost moaned mikes name many times in the past.

“well i’ve thought about you every night since 9th grade” he competes with you.

“hush and just fuck me baby” you say to him. you’re tightening around his cock as it’s twitching inside of you, you groan at the sensation. “fuck mike fuck i’m gonna cum” you yelp. “cum on my cock, let it drip down me” he replies. “cum inside me mike” you suggest.

he quickly takes you up on that offer as he dos exactly that. mike leaks inside up, pumping you full of sticky strings of white.

“holy FUCK” mike moans loudly. you start seeing stars after your quick orgasm.

he jumps up and cleans you up with his tongue, licking all over you. he has a towel in his bathroom closet that he grabs and runs under hot water, cleaning between your legs as they’re still shaking.

as your orgasm finishes mike lays back down with you and says “i need to do this right. do you want to go on a real date? because if i’m being honest, i need you. i need you today, tomorrow and the rest of my life. you are all i think about. all the time.” he admits. “yes mike, i’ll go on a date with you” you giggle. from now on it was always “y/n and mike”.

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the-softest-love-is-ours · 1 year ago

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F/O headcanons: Obey Me Universe Edition!

(More will be added with time; this one is also long so most of them are under the cut)

(Also, many of these are inspired from headcanons I’ve previously read, so you may recognize them. Unfortunately, most of these have been in my phone for a long time so I don’t remember some of the original sources; if you do though, please message me so I can give proper credits)

When it comes to proposing, instead of a ring, demons present a much more personal item; their grimoire. Grimoires are the guide to literally everything about their demon, everything from personal experiences, their knowledge, habits, spells. Literally everything about the demon is documented in their grimoire.

Non-human species don’t experience a lot of things humans do. These include but are not limited to: allergies, hair shedding, circadian rhythms, and such.

Continuing on the previous point; one human trait that non-humans find utterly adorable and fascinating is the subconscious human nature to mimic things. Humans tend to try to relate to things, which is why personification is so prominent in everything they do. (Ex: how some tell wobbly objects to stay or loud machines to shut up).

When it comes to courting, demons of mammalian familiars tend to put forth their desirables traits of strength and parental tendencies to show to their hopeful mate that they will be able to provide them with strong and healthy children and a safe and happy home.

Mammalian demons also tend to show off how healthy and beautiful they are. Letting their hopeful mate groom them, eating around their mate to show they have a healthy diet, and for the more adventurous ones they’ll brave more tumultuous conditions to show they have strong immune systems. These behaviors are to show they will provide healthy and beautiful children.

Reptilian demons tend to make jewelry with their scales for hopeful mates. Honestly these pieces tend to be gorgeous. With an added touch that when they start growing interested in a partner, they tend to do their best to shine their scales until they glimmer as a beauty appeal.

Avian demons love to dance. With friends, family and potential mates. It’s just something they really love.

Winged demons like to flap their wings, often unintentionally at the sight of their desired mate. To add to this point, a love-struck avian will not be able to control their feathers fluffing up upon sight of their target or a gentle touch.

Avians have a strong urge to bring you beautiful small things like flowers or marbles or even rings, but nonetheless small things. Reptilians tend to be of a more mysterious nature and prefer gifting things like bones, potions, and occult items. Aquatic gifts tend to be seashells, trinkets, or things they enjoy.

Venomous Insectoid demons will create antidotes and mix them into foods they give to their target mate; this will ensure their target is not harmed by their venom.

Inspiration from @astaroth1357

Inspiration from @obae-me

#not exactly f/o related #not technically an imagine #bunny headcanons #obey me headcanons #obswd headcanons #devildom headcanons #obey me #obswd #cw demons #tw demons #bunnys favorites

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year ago

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𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗌

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾!𝖺𝗎, 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖺𝖽, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗓 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗈, 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗈𝖿𝖼, 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽. }

You walked into U.A University holding your boyfriend Sero's hand. It was 10 minutes till the bell rung for first and your group was up against the lockers.

Walking up, you hear the tail-end of Denki’s convo of him telling the group how he got dumped by his date. "Aww poor Denki I'm pretty sure if you never get a girl, me and Sero will give you a pass." You winked at the flustered boy.

Sero laughed while pushing your shoulder. "Psych fool, she fucking lying." You sucked your teeth as Mina came up and gave you a hug.

"Boy don't trip. Me, (Y/n) and you almost had a whole threesome." Katsuki laughed as he dapped up Sero who's face became flushed as he laughed nervously.

"And why didn't you Pinky?" Katsuki questioned. "Cuz I like girls more duh and I told Sero I didn't wanna see his dick, so we just smoked and made out a little."

You giggled as you watched Denki whine and slid his hands down his face. "Invite us next time, well I don't know about them but I wanna come, literally." You all rolled your eyes at Denki's lame joke.

"Bro that would be manly. I would be down for a group fuck." Eijiro chimes in. You hug Sero's waist as you looked up to him. "I'm down if Sero is-" Mina cut in. "-And I'm down if (Y/n) is down."

Everyone looked to Katsuki and Sero cause they were the last ones to say anything. Sero shrugged his shoulders and Katsuki kissed his teeth. "Tch man y'all always on some dumb shit but yea count me in."

The bell ring and y'all started heading to first period until Mina pulled you along telling the boys y'all were going to the restroom. "The teacher is gonna be mad." Denki says as they paused.

"Mmcht boy... Aizawa will not care." Mina backs you up. "Like literally he'll probably still be sleep by the time we get back." She tugged your arms towards the restroom and the boys continue walking to class.

Mina pulled you in front of the stall mirror and stood by you holding your shoulders. "So what looks different today that might get your ass in trouble?"

You took a look in the mirror, raking your fingers through your straight bob and fixing the straps of your dark green dress

"Mina I don't see anything wrong with my outfit." You lifted your breasts a little and fluffed your hair a bit. "Nothing is wrong with your fit babe, look at ya fucking neck it's hella big ass hickeys and you know that nigga finna trip."

You didn't even notice, your eyes now looking at the darker spots of flesh. "You know yo brother finna start some shit if he sees it."

You groaned trying to think of something, even though it doesn't show in his face or personality sometimes, your brother loves to fight. Mina pressed your face together. "I know that you're thinking about this but the bell just rung and if we don't hurry we really might get in trouble with Aizawa."

You nodded your head and y'all left the restroom sprinting down the hallway to the classroom. You and Mina came in the door as the final bell rung just in time as Aizawa glanced at y'all.

"Good everyone is here and with that being said I have to go to the principals office now be good little shits and don't cause trouble." Aizawa sighed as he passed you and Mina closing the door.

"I'm gonna walk in front of you so he doesn't see you okay." You nodded your head as y'all made your way to Sero.

You sat on his lap as Mina sat on Katsuki's desk.

Denki was sitting in your seat talking to Jirou and Momo anyone can see you sitting on Sero, not like they cared but still, it's for the plot.

Your head was in Sero's neck as you had your arms around him he squeezed your waist slightly. "What's wrong?" He asked as Mina patted your head and whispered amongst the table. "You gave her big hickeys you bum!"

The whole table stilled until Katsuki burst out laughing which caused everyone to stare for a bit then go back to minding their own business. "Haha... That ha-... that little shit...is gonna blow his top." He said in between chuckles.

You sighed sitting up as Kiri leaned over and looked at your neck. "Damn those are huge." You groan. "He's just overprotective I'm not finna let him fight you." Sero looked at you as Katsuki came around the table.

"I didn't know I would need to fight dude." You look at him with a 'don't try it' face. "You not finna fight my brother period and he not finna touch you." Katsuki had his hand on Sero's shoulder as he leaned forward pushing your hair out the way a little and poking at the bruises.

Sero smacked his hand away fixing your hair. "He gonna go apeshit." After a few minutes it was chill Mina sat in Denki's seat, you faced her talking about anything and forgetting about the hickeys for a while.

Your brother happened to lean over, his eyes landing on you scanning your face seeing how you laughed. His eyes also happened to trail down and see your neck, eyes bulging as he sees the markings.

He stood up excusing himself from his friends and walking towards you with hidden intent. Mina just so happened to look up at that time to and point it out. "Omg yo brother coming."

That stiffened the table. Sero pulled you back into him and slung his arm around your shoulders covering your neck.

"Yo can I speak to my sister for a sec?" He smiled slightly his head tilted as he held his hands behind his back. "Wassup?" You feigned innocence.

"Y/n I'm not playing withchu right now let's step out and talk." You rolled your eyes and groaned. "Wassup Izuku?" Sero asked.

Izuku glanced at Sero then back to you. "I'm not talking to you Sero I'm talking to my sister, now y/n you finna make me upset. Get up." You removed Sero's arm and stood up.

"What Izaiah?" You sarcastically rolled your eyes again crossing your arms. "Little girl do not play me right now." You groaned. "Boy whatchu talkin bout?"

He poked your neck repeatedly. "I'm talkin' bout this shit y/n." "Boy it's not even that serious for you to even be actin' like this." Sero pipes up. "Truly. It's not even that big a deal."

Izuku looks to Sero and pushed you out of the way. "Run me my one." Bakugo and Kiri get up quietly in case anything were to pop off. Sero looks up at him and chuckles. "What?"

Izuku hit his fist against his palm. "Run. Me. My. One. I know you not deaf nigga. Wassup." Sero waved him off. "I'm not fighting you dawg." "Nah cuz, you must want to, talkin out yo neck like that."

You stood back in front of him and Mina came by your side. "You not finna fight him Izaiah." "Yeah babe he said he don't wanna fight you."

Izuku looked down at you. "Y/n let's talk outside right now." He grabbed your hand leading you out the classroom. Bakugo followed, telling Mina and Kiri to stay with Sero.

"Imma tell Mama that you got hickeys from that dirty ass little boy." Izuku proclaimed. "And I'm gon' tell Mommy that you overreacting and tryna fight people." Bakugo laughed at y'all bickering.

"Auntie’s finna be mad at both of y'all then, how bout y'all just don't say shit?" Katsuki proposed then pointed to you then Izuku. "You cover that shit up, you pipe down, and we'll talk this shit out, all of us. We can be civil, right nerd?"

"Tch man, fuck allat shit, yeah I can be civil." Izuku mumbled. "Come on let's go back in." You sighed walking back into the class the boys following behind.

Walking towards the table you sat on Sero's lap, Izuku rolled his eyes sucking his teeth as he sat in Bakugo's chair. He crossed his arms getting to the point. "I don't like that my sister got hickeys on her fucking neck period."

"I don't like that you tryna fight me over some shit like this." Sero shot back. "But how bout we let this beefin' shit go. It ain't that serious. How many girls do you give hickeys to?"

Izuku stayed silent. "Exactly broccoli headed ass nigga." You countered causing him to roll his eyes. "I'm cool let's go to my house and roll one. Get over this shit?" Sero suggested.

"Ight I'm good." Izuku agreed dapping Sero. The atmosphere was calm now and everyone was chilling waiting for school to be over to go to Seros'.

{ 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗒 : 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀? 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒’𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗒𝖾𝗉. 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. }

#city.writes #black writers #x black fem reader #black yn #sero x black!reader #sero mha #mina and deku will always be black🙌🏾 to me #deku would be the little brother but he’ll act like he run shit 🙄 like lil siblings do ig #i hc that mina calls ppl babe baby etc platonically like she can’t shut it off #my deku get rowdy 🤭 we all know he be ready to fight just like bakugo crazy ass

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moonlightdarlings · 1 year ago

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hi ! How are you doing ? I hope you’re doing well! May resquest a Minjae x reader? “I hate everyone but you” as a plot ? either college au or idol au where reader is also in a K-pop group ? <3

thanks ! Have a good day!

i hate everyone but you | minjae

a/n: i absolutely LOVED this!! this may or may not be based on the fact that i have a business ball at my university 😭 i hope this is to your liking <3 please let me know if i should fix anything! 🫶🏼

warnings: not proofread!

pairing: class officer! minjae and student body president! reader

You’re told to host the 96th annual business ball with Minjae, the current student officer at Yonsei University. You’ve accounted for everything but liking Minjae wasn’t accounted for. Looking down, you fluffed your mint green tulle high-low dress, and took a deep breath before unlocking the doors. “Welcome! Please dance your hearts out within our fairytale garden.” You said cheerfully! Students dressed in their finest costumes and dresses filed into the 4th-floor ballroom. The excited chatter from the crowd only got louder as they noticed the daisies, lilies, and roses scattered across the floor. To say that the ballroom looked magical was an understatement. Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you.

“Ah, Minjae! You did really well with the flowers and the lighting.”

He nods silently in agreement, seeming unsure of what he wanted to say next.

“Yeah…” he scratches the back of his neck, continuing, “Are you going to dance?”

You were shocked. Minjae never had small talk with you and he’s not one to want to be around people he doesn’t like. He was known for rejecting everyone, besides his close friends.

“Minjae.” you chuckle, “Are you seriously asking that? Of course I am…if I had someone to dance with…” you trail off.

You notice him shifting his hands and you realize that he’s genuinely trying to make conversation with you. All you ever talked to him for was business for the set up of this ball.

He quietly adds, “If you want to, may I have this dance? with you?”

Oh. oh. Minjae wanted a dance with you.

You don’t nod, instead, you gently place your hand in his hand, letting him guide you through the dance floor.

The orchestra begins, a sudden feeling of majesty fills the room. Students are twirling, spinning, and allowing themselves to get lost in the music. You begin to wish that real life was as beautiful as these moments. But you were proud to create indescribable memories for your classmates and friends.

You shake your head, realizing that you got lost in your own thoughts. Glancing up at Minjae, you see him smiling down at you. Has he been admiring you the whole time?

“Miss Y/N, are you daydreaming about me?” he smirks.

“No.” you glare up at him, “I thought you hated everyone on the student executive team.”

He blinks a few times, as if he’s shocked by your statement. It’s not that he doesn’t like you because you’re an exec…then why does he act like he doesn’t like you?

Minjae grabs your hand, lightly kissing it in thanks for the dance, adding, “Well…y/n, I do hate everyone on the student executive team. Just not you. I can’t hate you.” He looks you directly in the eyes and winks before turning around to go mingle with Junmin.

#xikers minjae #xikers #xikers fic #xikers imagines #xikers junmin #minjae #junmin

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dynamic-k · 4 months ago

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I feel extremely fed right now. All those Super Sticks asks have me INSANELY fired up. XD

I just made my first coffee of the day, I've taken like one sip, it hasn't kicked in yet, I CAN ONLY BLAME MY SUDDEN ENERGY FROM DE ASKS.

@rl0r-g1rl I blame you also. In an affectionate, light-hearted, wholesome, don'tstopnow-givememore, absolutely continue, kind of way. XD

Plus now I'm thinking about Spark AU and Super Sticks as a crossover!!! XD Also your fault-

I have way too many ideas, and not enough time- But here I am anyway- Making it work- Somehow- Praise the Lord- /silly

The Becker family of Super Sticks meeting the Spark AU's Chosen and Second though. WOW. That's a lot to take in for the Super Sticks crew.

Especially since there is no Dark or Victim present in the family of Chosen and Second. IT'S JUST THEM, JUST THOSE TWO. It'd completely blow the SS!Beckers' minds-

I cannot stop thinking about this now. I'm indulging the idea and it's latched ahold. Prepare for rambles.

First off: Do I want to make it so that the Super Sticks crew end up in the Earth that The Spark takes place in? Or vice versa, with TS!Second and TS!Chosen ending up in the world of Super Sticks?

The Spark is a HUMAN AU, so they aren't stick figures!! I think that if TS!Second and TS!Chosen ended up in Super Sticks, they'd transform to look like stick figures, though.

Universal transference plot magic.

U v U

But then again... Exploring the possibilities for designs if the stick figures in Super Sticks end up in the Earth that The Spark takes place in... The stick figures change to human forms!! SS!Second and TS!Second must look so uncannily similar-

Super Sticks Chosen, however, is 21-years-old. And The Spark Chosen is 26-years-old. Plus, TS!Chosen is canonically (I SAYS SO) stronger, and by a significant amount, than SS!Chosen.

TS!Chosen is very close to the ideal/perfect balance of lean figure and amount of musculature. Actually, he's diversely and well-balanced in a LOT of things- He's really designed to be a near-invincible figure, and I have such a character arc planned for him, oh sticks and circuits I can't talk about that right now, there's spoilers-

SS!Chosen, is much weaker in comparison. He's also a Chosen. Quiet, less social than the average (good with kids though, he has a soft spot for younglings), he has the silent anger: the quiet fury that is arguably more destructive/effective than the loud kind... He's Chosen.

And then Spark Au Chosen is like a Dark Lord, but looks like a Chosen- He sounds arrogant when he speaks if you don't know him well, he's confident and has a bit of a fluffed ego despite how good his self-control is, he teases SO much.

Some of the major similarities between the two Chosens, aside from similar superpowers, lie in how they care. The hugs, the soft voice, the unshakable rock they both become so they can be leaned on for support, so supportive, the warmth the two radiate (plus SuperSticks!Dark), and the classic hand-through-hair/hair-ruffle gesture of affection.

But really, aside from the things that make them a Chosen --or at least mostly how I view Chosen since I suppose there are MANY interpretations [A Scarlett-ified Chosen! /silly]-- the two are extremely different, and the looks included would show this.

Now on the two Seconds case... If they both wore the same clothing, they'd be frighteningly easy to mix up. Except that TS!Chosen would always know, because cores. Super Sticks crew don't have those. The Spark: Core Lore. /silly

TS!Victim. ...I shouldn't actually say much for now, he hasn't shown up enough. Anything I start to tread on that has to do with him borders on heavy spoilery for The Spark. Maybe when The Spark is completed, I'll come back to that train of thought...

I have way more than this bouncing in my head, but you know what-

ASKS ARE OPEN

Ya wanna know more? Talk to me. U v O

/the extroverted side of me reaching out for any and all interactions-

Since Nico and I began *SuperSwap drafting, I have always thought "Huh. Super Sticks is a REALLY good candidate for crossovering with literally any other AU."

(The only **caveat: If my beloved Super Sticks appear in the picture, they WILL bring any story that is produced from the crossover, TO A HAPPY ENDING absolutely. No tragic ends, few to none loose ties.)

*[I cannot really talk about this in detail until Nico finishes Plotswap, because Ps!Victim's character hasn't been introduced enough yet and he shows up right at the beginning of SuperSwap, lol]

**if you can call it a caveat, anyway- XD

#Scarlett Post #Super Sticks AU #The Spark AU #CROSSOVER?!#:D #Super Spark? XD #Spark Sticks!#THE STICKS- /silly #rambles

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true-blue-sonic · 1 year ago

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How Lilac Became An Anthro

As promised, here's the part of the story I'd already written about how Silver and Espio's pet Chao Lilac became an anthro! In case you don't know what I'm talking about: in one fanfic, I gave Silver and Espio a pet Chao that hatched at the very end of it, and proceeded to receive some asks about it on Tumblr. From that Lilac the Chao was created, where we furthermore moved on to her being able to become an anthro. This is how I imagine that went!

Word count: around 2k

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“We can still change our minds, Silver.”

Quietly Silver gives Espio’s hand in his a squeeze, his beloved pressed against him tautly. Cold winds blow over Angel Island, the altar where the Master Emerald rests altogether frosty. How Knuckles manages to survive out here for days on end, the hedgehog has no idea, his pelt fluffed up to give himself and Espio some coverage. Knuckles isn’t here anyway, having agreed to leave the Master Emerald out of his view for a bit to give Silver and Espio some private time at this sacred spot, as he’d called it. “We can,” Silver thus murmurs back. “But we also don’t even know what we want is possible, so…”

“We can never know if we do not ask. But it is a huge responsibility,” Espio responds, beholding the giant green gemstone in front of them with a pensive look. Silver follows suit, trying to make out anything from the Emerald’s depth yet only his and Espio’s reflection meeting his gaze.

“Well, we survived Charmy.” Using said reflection to beam at Espio encouragingly Silver gives his hand another squeeze, giving his backpack that contains what everything is hinging on a nervous jostle all the same. They desire no small thing... He would not at all fault Espio for not wanting to go through with it in the end. “If you truly do not want to, then we won’t ask at all-”

“No, I do,” the chameleon interrupts, face hardening into that ever-so-serious look that Silver knows so well. That look that always shows on his face when caring for Charmy, or when Silver himself had gotten injured, or when everything is going amiss before the chameleon’s mere presence and quick actions make it all right again.

Fierce.

Protective.

A love stronger than any force out there in the universe.

Perfect to raise a child.

“And I do too,” is all Silver has to murmur back, his heart yearning. He’d only known Charmy as a slightly older young child when they first met, and now the bee is swiftly moving towards being a slightly younger teenager, growing a bit lankier and more independent by the day. Which has opened up something he and Espio cannot stop thinking about, a desire shared between them, first mentioned as one-off ideas that got chuckled away immediately before taking a more serious, more wanting turn over time…

A tender kiss gets pressed against his forehead, before Espio draws a deep breath and pulls away. “Careful,” Silver murmurs, the other leaning over to tug open the zipper of his backpack. There is no need for it, the Chaos Emeralds are far too sturdy to be destroyed by Espio’s gentle hands, but the anxiety coiling in Silver’s stomach grows only more with every stone that takes to floating around him. Seven in total, collected with help from everybody they hold dear to grant them this wish.

It is as if they know: they drift away with a shimmer, but before Silver can yelp or grab them with his powers they have already settled in the sky around the alter. Above the rubble in set places, like that is where they belong. “That looks about right,” Espio murmurs, backpack zipped shut again before he takes his position at Silver’s side up once more.

Silence stretches out, Silver’s heartbeat in his ears and the Emeralds glimmering ever so gently, as if they urge them to continue.

“Great Emeralds,” Espio is the first to speak up, Silver swallowing as they shuffle a bit closer. They cannot go back anymore.

“Hello,” he awkwardly adds, giving the gemstones a nod. “It’s… cold up here, is it not? I hope you’re not cold, too.”

“They’ll be fine, they’ve got plenty of Chaos energy to keep them warm,” gets murmured into his ear, before Espio clears his throat. “Great Emeralds, we have a request we would like to make of you, with your Guardian’s blessing. He said it was possible for all seven Chaos Emeralds together to grant wishes, which is why we have collected and gathered you here at this sacred site.”

Silver wishes he could swear the Emeralds glimmer more, as if to urge them on, but it is probably just his eyes playing tricks on him in his desires. “Es and I have a wish,” he adds, before falling silent. Because how can one wish for a child from seven such powerful gems and their controller without it coming off as silly, or desperate, or-?

Espio’s fingers caress his palm, ever so tenderly.

Their heads press together.

And with Espio at his side, Silver can do anything.

“We… want to raise a child, with us two,” the hedgehog murmurs, straightening out his back and staring head-on at the Master Emerald. “Any child is fine! We’ll never give birth to one ourselves, so…”

“It would be an honour if you could grand such a wish for us,” Espio continues. “As Silver said, we are not picky. A child that needs us is welcome, no matter where they come from. All we ask for is one that can grow under our care, learn how to be and exist in our world, and flourish under our love.”

The Emeralds glow.

Shimmer.

Shine.

So blindingly Silver grimaces and a hand shoot up to cover his eyes and Espio tenses beside him as well, before-!

The glow dies down, like a lightbulb that shatters and perishes, and the hedgehog blinks up stupefied at the altar.

The empty altar.

“…Did something happen?” the hedgehog is the first to speak up- though a yelp follows. “The Emeralds!”

“They’re gone?!” Espio gasps beside him; and indeed, where seven gemstones had sat in the sky, complete emptiness filled their spots now. All sparkles and glows that had filled the air around them have dissipated in full, leaving only a chilly wind and the dull Master Emerald, and the two anthros left to stare at each other.

And with nothing akin to a child in their midst.

“…Aw, come on. That’s ridiculous!” Glowering at the giant gemstone sitting so quietly in the middle of the ruins as if to mock him Silver huffs, turning around to kick madly at a rock and express his displeasure that way, Knuckles’ sacred site be darned-

Before a second yelp follows and the rock can barely in time be grabbed telekinetically before it hits a purple Chao, staring up at them from the steps.

“Lilac!” Shooting right over Silver grasps at the little one, who coos at him quietly. “Aw, lovely, I had no idea you were sitting there. How’d you get here?”

“Please don’t tell me you escaped from Knuckles’ babysitting, because that reflects very poorly on his abilities to,” Espio adds, stepping closer as well and rubbing the little one over one of her large floppy ears, as Silver always calls them. The hedgehog laughs at that; they'd left their little pet with the echidna on Angel Island to keep him company, and also because Lilac loves being in their presence at all times. So much she'll even scale the steps of the Emerald altar - terrifyingly large for a Chao, Silver presumes - to get back to them when left with somebody else, that is clear.

Lilac coos again, quietly.

Very quietly.

“I think she’s cold,” Espio murmurs, Silver carefully tucking her away into his mane and arms and rumbling out a few purrs to heat her up again. “We should… go.”

“Yeah…” Without a child, Silver does not say. But any anger he might have felt at the Emeralds for it quickly turns to disappointment, the glance sent over his shoulder at the Master Emerald sitting there so unreachably one of great worry. Had they been too brash after all, to wish for a life to intertwine with theirs in such a way? Yet Knuckles had been certain the Emeralds would be more than happy to grand such a wish…

Beside him, Espio swallows. “The Emeralds work in mysterious ways, Silver,” he speaks, encouragingly, yet Silver can hear a twinge of saddened defeat in his voice as well. “It’d have been strange if a child really did pop up out of nowhere right here, no?”

“Well… I mean, it did! Because Lilac was worried and came to find us,” Silver tries to joke, the little one in his arms getting a loving nuzzle. And to his credit, Espio laughs too, one kiss pressed against his forehead and another against Lilac’s little cheek.

“That she did. We’ll always have Lilac to raise and cherish, if this indeed was a bust.”

“The dearest little one we can ask for,” the hedgehog agrees, nuzzling their pet-turned-basically-a-daughter-already, and Lilac makes a sweet little noise of approval as she nuzzles him back.

But that is all spoken between the three of them as they return to a frantic Knuckles first, and then the bustling world below Angel Island next, and between his quiet grief of their wish not having been granted Silver cannot help but notice that Lilac is being far more silent herself, too.

~~~~~~

“What a day,” Espio groans, all but collapsing into their bed. Not very graceful or ninja-worthy, but after spending a good hour chasing Vector and Charmy downstairs and having had to clean the entire living room plus kitchen on top of a trip to Angel Island, he’s done with it all. Sleep demands he falls right into it, with Silver in his arms and Lilac tucked away in her little spot above their pillow.

The hedgehog in question stumbles through the bedroom like a zombie, golden cuffs clanking onto the desk and boots kicked against the wall. “You can say that again,” gets brought out amidst a huge yawn, and Espio hums in pleased agreement when soft fur and warm breaths roll over his scales as Silver scoots under the covers- before freezing. “Say, where is Lilac?”

“Hmm?” But indeed, the spot above them usually occupied by a cutely-snoozing Chao is entirely empty. “Strange,” Espio notes, rubbing one eye. “I did not see her go upstairs either, now that I think of it.”

“Oh no… what if she did fall ill at the altar? It was windy there!”

“Lilac’s tiny but hardy,” Espio rushes to assure his beloved, though Silver has already scrambled himself out from under the covers again. With the pout pushed away from his face – he was so nice and warm like that – the chameleon moves to follow him, Silver’s hand snugly grasped before the hedgehog can run straight through the door to get downstairs. “You’ll see, she just fell asleep downstairs, and we’ll go pick her up and bring her with us and sleep well,” he adds, even if Silver merely tersely hums in response.

Socked feet pad over the wooden flooring, Silver’s powers making quick work to conquer the creaking staircase without waking everyone else up. “Lilac?” the hedgehog softly whispers into the living room, pushing the door open a bit further. “Lovely, we must go to sleep.”

“We can warm up the heating pad for you if you’re cold,” Espio adds, knowing their little Chao has taken after Silver in that regard. And if Silver’s worries are true and she is ill, they’d best keep her all nice and cosy.

But no familiar coo follows his words.

Instead the cutest snores do, that make Espio sigh deeply in relief. "See? She's just fine, she's merely fallen asleep already," he encourages both himself and Silver as he follows the other into the living room and flicks on a dim light.

“Guess so. Look how cute, she's all tucked away,” his beloved laughs softly, gesturing to the bundle of blankets on the couch that rise and fall rhythmically.

The large bundle of blankets, Espio cannot help take note of.

That seems to contain something far larger than their little Chao, whose usually-tiny but now oh-so-loud breaths also have never made it rise and fall that much.

“Silver?” Espio inquires, tone kept perfectly even, and yet the hedgehog beside him flicks an ear with slow deliberateness as well.

“That’s actually kinda… big, isn’t it?”

“Indeed.”

“Not really like Lilac…”

“Quite so.”

“What the...?” the hedgehog murmurs under his breath, tiny sparks of cyan flitting over to grasp one end of the blanket. Slowly, ever so slowly, it gets lifted up, Espio leaning closer to see…

Two large ears peeking out from underneath it.

And attached to them lays a little girl, half-curled in on herself with her thumb stuck in her mouth and her body a shade of purple that is so familiar it makes him stagger, and Espio’s mouth falls right open as Silver’s does too.

“Lilac?” they both whisper in unison- and the way the girl smiles, and coos, so foreign yet so familiar, can mean only one thing.

And all Espio knows hours later, when he and Silver both sit dumbfounded on the couch with the sleeping little girl tucked away on the hedgehog's lap, is that when he said the Emeralds work in mysterious ways, this was not what he meant.

#silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver #blue's writing #throwing this out here before I can change my mind lol #I hope you enjoyed!🍀

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