#unless I manage to also finish it's all coming back to me in between idk

[scummy-writes]

[CHAPTER 21]

I am not ready for this. I surprisingly dont really know anything about the dramatic end. I think i know One scene but i can't remember anything else.

This starts off right after mc finds gilbert in his room, coughing so badly, and Walter reluctant to tell her what is wrong with him. It cuts off after he said gilbert originally had a month to live before he went to Rhodolite.

Here we ggggooooooooo

-> continues to that night, mc is sitting by his bed and is using a cloth to blot sweat away. Idk if medicine was explained in romantic (effects), but

Interesting. I wonder if a strong painkiller is all they can manage, or all Gilbert is willing to take at the moment? Surely he's just being a stubborn idiot and they've developed more meds if surgery is an option.

-> "the only sound he made [in his sleep] was the occasional torturous, gasping breath"

-> gilbert has 'loose, scribbly" handwriting

-> sobs. Okay i forgot in dramatic end they cover he wrote the obsidian book(s) that she was reading. He was looking (or working?) at that when the coughing fit hit.

I wonder. It sounds like shes been sleeping in her room at night, and that may be because Gilbert's only time to succumb to the pain of his condition is when hes alone at night (otherwise hes spending all yhe time possible during the day/noon/early night to see her), and maybe when he can take meds.

He was likely working on the novel then too, trying to finish it so she could enjoy it... he prob wanted to see her face with it too, or have it give her more hope...........a

(I just want to remember this scene. Cute. Choice option for trying to help with the pain. She asks if it helps and he says no LMAO tells her to go back to her room)

-> seems like shes going to pretend she doesnt know about how badly sick he is, and how hes dying soon. Comes up with an excuse ("i just dont feel much like sleeping tonight") and gilbert looks relieved (in the eye).

Mc also notes that she understands that of he killed her, his heart would never be human again

So i think she understands subconsciously that she loves him and vice versa, but moreso I think she was thinking that no one else but her would try so hard to get him to become human again, due to his attachment with her.

-> also confirmed they havent slept together since Rhodolite. Shes trying to sleep with him tonight.

-> says if she was going to lie, she should have tried harder (gil), gilbert can tell shes lying but shes persisting.

-> petting was the +4/+4 option

-> author thing secret

GSobs

-> he chastises a little, but she doesnt fight back or anything, and he calls her out on not having a 'spark'.

Sobs

-> "i chose to settle things by using violence to control and dominate" [not verbatim, section ended too fast]

-> has a large obsidian paperweight on his desk

-> writers block for months.

-> theres a limit to what he knows in terms of akatsuki's stories about her. Was still having writers block when she became belle. He heard about that and went to Rhodolite for inspo and to meet her.

Sob

-> hes chosing between two endings: seeing if she can resolve the rift without violence, or if she becomes a beast like him

-> "he dragged me into this mess because he was curious" very simplified, mc 😭

-> does an obviously fake yawn and stretches.

-> mc knows he wont say any promises because he hates lying

-> mc moves to go back to her room but then realizes he didnt take his eyepatch off qhen he laid down. Gilbert says he doesnt take it off unless he has good reason, and sleeps with it on. (Insane)

Says its a secret. "Youre the one person I'll never tell"

-> she makes sure he falls asleep okay and then steps outside of his room and immediately sobs.

Roderic and walter help her back to her room 🥺

DRAMATIC END - GILBERT ROUTE SPOILERS POST

Like the other notes (here), I am continuing my thoughts/notes on Gilbert's route. This post will focus on the dramatic end + premiums. His povs will be a separate post.

I'll be reblogging this post each chapter or so with personal thoughts and general screaming under a cut. I'll be having it in a format with the chapter numbered, and then a cut directly after where I'll be yelling. I already know some major spoilers with gilberts route, so if you have not finished his route yet, be wary.

I'll be using the tags 'Scum Simps' and 'scum plays gil route' for those of you who want to filter it out. Thank u!

[bourbon-ontherocks]

Author Meme

Tagged by - @riosnecktattoo @missmaxime @wakeupflawless (thanks babes!! 😘😘😘)

Tagging - I have absolutely no idea of who did it already so I’ll blindly tag @mamey2422 @sdktrs12 @xstrawmari @juuuunaaaaoooo and @nottonyharrison

Well I did this a while ago, but I guess a couple of things have changed ever since...

ao3 name: Well, not everything. It’s still BourbonOnTheRocks, haha!

fandoms: Still Good Girls. Graceland if you squint really hard, and hopefully Crazy Ex-Girlfriend one day...

number of fics: 16 (which is. Insane.)

fic I spent the most time on: Lol. It’s All Coming Back To Me has been a work in progress for like 8 months now, so it has to be this one? Although if one counts strictly in terms of time spent on it, and doesn’t includes the literal weeks I spend without actually opening my doc, it... still might be it because ugh, ten chapters already! But I did spend an unreasonable amount of time on Take A Dip too, and the more I go the more time I tend to spend on writing and editing, so it could be any fic... Also have you considered the highest time spent/words count ratio?? Cause that would probably change the answer a little bit.

fic I spent the least amount of time on:  Well, it’s still He’s not Dumb which was started from scratch, written and posted in less than three hours. I probably won’t ever reiterate this performance.

most hits: Still Love And War, for chronological reasons.

most kudos: The last time I played this game I predicted that It’s All Coming Back To Me would eventually top every category... And it probs would have. But then the kudos bombing happened (lol), so it’s finally Take A Dip (but directly followed by the former).

most comments: It’s All Coming Back To Me

most bookmarks: It’s All Coming Back To Me

highest total word count: Love And War

favourite fic I wrote: No. No. No. I won’t pick one favourite among my babies!!!! But I’m very satisfied at the moment with We're Living In A Powder Keg And Giving Off Sparks and Take A Dip. I put a lot of work in the characterizations, and these two were also my first post-S3 canon-ish fics and finding the right tone wasn’t easy, but both of those fics came out pretty satisfyingly.

Oh and I love my envelope crackfic too -- and not only because now Four Seasons In One Day isn’t alone anymore in the least kudos category -- but mostly because since I have a taste for angst, I hardly ever write tooootally fun stuff. I mean I try to bring some comical relief even in my darkest stories, but Envelopes Comin' In The Mail, Let Her Open 'Em was the first time I allowed myself to write something fully for the fun, which is something I don’t indulge in very often.

fic I want to rewrite/expand on: Oooooof... Obviously if I had an unlimited amount of time and motivation, I’d probably rewrite Love And War because it makes me cringe so much right now!!!! But I can’t say that such a prospect enthralls me at all. I also have a drafted ‘five years later” epilogue/fifth chapter to A Reason To Fight that I’m not sure I want to post yet, I haven’t decided if it would do any good to the story or not.

Other than that... I mean I already have too many new fics to write/edit, I’m not gonna start giving myself more work with expansions!!!

share a bit of a wip or story idea you’re working on: So I’m totally aware that the last time i played this game I shared a sneak peek to the Good Girls/Crazy Ex Girlfriend crossover promising it would come out soon, and it was like three months ago, and that fic’s still not on top of my posting list... I’ll try not to repeat my past mistakes, and will share an unedited excerpt of the second chapter of the Western AU, hoping that it will not eventually curse it, haha.

He watches her yanking the man down the other horse with quite a deliberate absence of care, and he'd swear she let him fall down the ground in purpose. The man loudly groans in protests and Rio can't completely repress a gasp at the sight of the man's face.

Now don't get him wrong. He's seen some pretty ugly shit back then in the army. It takes more than just a little blood to upset him, it's just -- it's the idea that she did this. Probably with her bare hands cause she exudes a general rejection of the basic concept of tools.

"Jeez, you could have spared his bone structure!" he scolds.

"Think he deserved it?" she immediately bites back with an irritated wave of her head as she inflicts a string of rapid kicks to the guy's butt until he's on his feet, his hands still tied up in his back.

As if on sync with her rhetorical question, the man spits some blood with a groan. Pretty sure there's a tooth too in the repulsive mixture that drops and draws a crimson star on the dusty ground.

"She's crazy, man! I might need facial surgery for that!" the man yelps in a high-pitched, strangled voice.

Rio smirks, takes his time to blatantly ignore the guy's complaint, his stare focused on her. She stares back at him, challenging, a light of triumph ready to ignite in her deep blue eyes. Cause obviously the pathetic loser whining in front oh him deserved it -- this and more. He can't contradict her on that. But...

"Ain't the point, sweetheart."

Elizabeth rolls her eyes with an exasperated glare.

  (Guess who the beaten up man is for another sneak peek!!!)

[spideyharrington]

Safe & Sound

summary: you help bruce when he has a nightmare

warnings: mentions of death, nightmares ofc, this got much more upsetting and angsty than i intended i’m sorry blame the music i was listening to. there’s fluff in there too tho i promise 😭

A/N: i am finishing this at 4am and i did not proofread so i’m sorry if there are mistakes. also sorry if it’s just generally bad LMAO thought i’d do a tiny blurb about y/n helping bruce after a bad dream as my first writing for him 🧍‍♀️partially inspired by Safe & Sound by Taylor Swift. also idk if Gordon has a daughter or anything in reeves’ world but i assumed he does (very very briefly mentioned)

word count: 1k

Bruce had a history of bad nightmares. Between his tragic past and the current horrors he faces on a nightly bases, it’s really no surprise. What was surprising to him however, was how they managed to almost come to a complete stop when you came around. He had less nightmares since you came into his life and he seemed to have none any time you stayed over, which was becoming a frequent habit. So when you felt that the familiar dip in the bed was no longer there, you started to worry. When you sat up you saw Bruce staring out the window. The sun was just beginning to rise which meant he had only been asleep for an hour or so considering he has a very long night out as the Batman. You slowly got out of bed and walked over to his side. You quietly grabbed his hand and looked at him. He turned to look at you and you could tell it was a nightmare. You could see the pain and confusion lingering in his eyes. You usually weren’t so concerned when he had a nightmare, you knew he would be ok after he got a few more hours of sleep. But what made you filled with concern was the fact that he hugged you. He hugged you so tightly that for a moment you were a bit concerned for your ribs.

“Bruce? Darling what’s wrong?” you tried to have a soft, steady voice but it was a bit trembly and laced with so much worry. Seeing him like this absolutely destroyed you. You’d been with him for roughly a year and half now and he’s only done this four other times. Each time after a truly horrific event. You began to wonder if something happened while he was helping Gordon late in the night that he didn’t wanna burden you with.

“I’m sorry,” he answered you, voice barely above a whisper as he started to pull away. You immediately pulled him back.

“Hey hey it’s ok. I’m here. We can stand here like this for as long as you want. I’ll never let you go. Unless you want me to…” you trailed off as you began to rumble on. Was he… Was Bruce Wayne crying? Now this, this has never happened. Now your heart was really pounding. Terrified as to what could’ve happened. Was it Alfred? No, no you just saw him before you fell asleep. Dory? No you heard her talk to Alfred. Did something happen to Gordon? Or his daughter? Oh god what if something had happened to you and you were just having some sort of death dream- Your insane thoughts were interrupted by Bruce’s startlingly upset voice.

“I had a nightmare. I lost you. It was all my fault. I brought you into a world I should’ve never brought you into. And the worst part is, I did it in real life too. I should’ve never gotten you involved with my… Other life.”

“Don’t say that, Bruce,” you respond in a much sterner tone than you meant, “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t know about your ‘other life’. I would be worried sick about you either way, but at least this way I know where you are. I know what you’re fighting for. And more importantly I know you. Both sides of you. Which i love endlessly. And as for the part where you’re blaming yourself for my death, it was a dream. I’m right here, safe and sound. And part of that reason is because you’re here to protect me. If anything were to happen to me-“

“If anything were to happen to you I wouldn’t be able to live with myself!” He yelled as he finally pulled away from you, looking into your eyes with… Fear.

“Bruce you’re starting to scare me,” you start as you try to fight the tears, “I’ve never been very scared of death or leaving anyone behind. I haven’t had anyone to even leave behind most of my life. But now I have you. And I’m worried shitless that if something actually did happen to me, you would lose yourself. Or do something reckless. Something you could never take back. And I would never want that for you. I would want for you to try to move on and keep fighting and find love again and… And be here for Alfred. I’m not the only person you have y’know? Alfred is like your Uncle who took you into your care when you were so young…” these thoughts became too much and now you were the one crying.

Bruce just shook his head almost violently at your reply. He opened his mouth a few times, only to close it again. He had so much to say yet he couldn’t find any of the right words. You walk up to him and hold his face in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes again, “How about we stop thinking about these morbid futures and go bad to bed. I know we won’t fall asleep for awhile, but you need more than an hour of rest. We can just live in this moment right here right now. Instead of wasting our time on all these what-ifs. He stares into your eyes for a moment before kissing you. It was probably the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had. As if it was your last. But you knew it wouldn’t be and you knew he knew that too. Hell, you’ll probably both feel stupid for this in the morning.

You finally both lay back down and Bruce holds you so tightly, as if you’re just going to vanish from his grasp. You move his hair out of his face and smile at him, “We’re both going to be okay. You know that right?” He weakly smiles back and slowly nods his head.

“Just close your eyes. Come morning light, you and i’ll be safe and sound. I promise.” And so he did. With you tightly in his arms, knowing that as long as he was around he wouldn’t let anything hurt you. Knowing that you would never leave him behind.

[youjustwaitsunshine]

ok so I’mma ask a really dumb question. What do you mean when you say that you can tell that German wasn’t a good subject for Seb in school? I’m assuming it’s something in -how- he’s speaking? Is that a big deal in school? For me as a usamerican, public speaking or formal speaking isn’t much taught unless it’s for a particular vocation, so people usually don’t speak in that way.

not a dumb question at all! also esp other germans, feel free to discuss/add your point of view

so first off the education system in germany is a ~huge~ mess because our federal states all manage education separately which leads to really big discrepancies in the value of your final exams (it's way easier to get full marks in some states than others etc and unis then have to accommodate to that, it's among other things something that adds to the rift between former East and West Germany) and not only that, it even varies within the federal states because the schools are funded by the idk the english equivalent, i guess you could say counties? so i can only truly speak about my experiences (but the subjects are still more or less centralized and vary mostly in the depth theyre gone into with)

In Seb's case, he often struggles to express himself clearly in German, uses examples and often repeats sentences/sentence fragments that he seems comfortable with. He often leaves thoughts unfinished and although he's quite eloquent when he knows what he wants to say his words get more 'simple' when he gets stuck explaining himself and talks in what a German teacher would consider 'bad style'. Funnily enough, he's more eloquent (/consistent in his level of eloquence) in English, probably both due to it being his second language and that he uses it a lot more in a professional context where it's extremely important to report back to the team clearly. It's important to note though that the people interviewing Seb are excellent at German (or English) and often studied journalism so it's very noticeable while it probably would be less so in a discussion with people whose profession isn't tied to eloquence.

That said, i do feel like there's a lot of value placed on properly expressing yourself throughout all subjects. In German class (and also second and third languages, in my case English and French) you write a lot of argumentative essays and have mock debates and class discussions. There's of course a lot of literary analysis but that still comes around to expressing yourself concisely and clearly. We don't explicitly have public speaking in German class but the mock discussions are (or at least were at my school) held not only in German class but also in Politics class, Geography and Economics class, Religion/Ethics class (the subject differs depending on if you're protestant or catholic or a different confession/religion/not religious but the topics are largely the same, ethics, morality, the world religions) and to an extent in History class. Also a lot of schools have project weeks where you have a model parliament debate, be it model UN or EU or whatever which is pretty cool.

To get back to German class though, it's one of the core subjects in the education system for most of your school career (when i finished school even more so than now because the education system ~in my federal state~ changed right after i graduated) together with the languages you learn and math and a lot of the skills from german class transfer over to subjects that get less hours/week.

Tl;dr: German class is definitely (among other things) putting a focus on teaching students how to be effectively argumentative both in written and spoken word and Seb often speaks German a bit clumsily and in simple(r) terms (than those around him).

[californiannostalgia]

On Homestuck's Character Deaths, Theatre, and the Ultimate Self

I'm listening to the Homestuck Made This World podcast and getting some really cool comparisons between Homestuck and the plays of Shakespeare's time, specifically on how they deal with onstage character death (they play with your expectations and your level of story immersion).

Apparently, in the original King Lear story, Cordelia doesn't die. Shakespeare writes her death into the end of the King Lear play, then has King Lear point at Cordelia's body and insist she isn't dead--which is true, in a way, because the actor isn't dead. (Can't not break that 4th wall when it's there for the breaking.)

Another point of interest comes up in John Webster's tragedy (I think it may be the Duchess of Malfi, but I haven't read it so I can't be sure). In the play, a character gives two men some orders and pistols. The two men betray the character who gave them the guns and shoot him--you watch him fall and think, 'he's dead'--but then the shot character rises back to his feet to tell them, "I was already aware of your betrayal, so I gave you theatre pistols" (paraphrasing here).

That makes me think of how Hussie's Author Character (not to be confused with the actual AUTHOR, capitalized for emphasis) dies in Homestuck. It makes me think about how Gamzee cannot die from Caliborn's gunfire. It makes me think about character deaths that don't stick, and about the subversion of audience expectations in how the story will progress.

It also got me thinking about how the Ultimate Self of a character is immortal through collective character narratives; because it doesn't matter if the individual iterations of the "Actor" dies in different variations of "The Play," the collective character still exists under the same name/actor. No matter how many Dirks die, "Dirk" as an existing character isn't truly dead. Whether existing outside the canon as a character with ongoing fanworks created about him, or existing within the canon's many invisible offshoot timelines and splintered/dead iterations, "Dirk" will be permanently preserved. Of course, the matter of how those disparate chunks come together--and which iteration ends up driving the Ultimate Definition of the Character--is a different story.

I think there's a comparison to be made with how actors will favor certain personality traits over others in their embodied interpretation of their assigned role. Having a different actor for the same character is going to result in two different iterations of the character. But even in day-to-day performances of the same character by the same actor, there are bound to be differences, maybe improvisations. So which iteration holds the Greatest Truth? Is a character the collective whole of all performances? Or is there one performance that went absolutely perfectly?

(This is not to be confused with the Conditional Immortality that comes with Godhood, which indicates that the character's importance is so great that they will not be able to exit canon unless it is with a narratively satisfying death.)

(It makes me sort of curious what John's canon exit would've been like without the Retcon, but maybe the point is that we never get to find that out?

Maybe paradox space rules (i.e. the AUTHOR's Intentions for the story) indicate this was always how Homestuck was supposed to end, and there was no other possible ending.

Or maybe Retcon trumps even paradox physics, and this is John (who is the 2nd person narrator the readers started with) achieving victory over the grueling narrative machine, complete with the AUTHOR's surrender to finally end the story by accepting that it will be fixed in stone in imperfection. (Because sometimes trying to finish a story in a satisfying way for the AUTHOR is a very different thing from what the readers would be satisfied with, or what external time limits force the ending to be. Maybe sometimes a serial creator has to accept that 'this is the ending I can manage at this time, and I don't think I can ask more of myself'.)

idk man I'm getting so many spinny thoughts abt homestuck it is incurable)

[yuzukult]

after midnight 04 (m) || jjk & reader

title: after midnight 04 - dusk pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: angst, smut, fluff, fwb!au, fuckboy!jk, doctor!reader word count: 6.3k warnings: unprotected explicit smut, jungkook gets possessive (?) lol, the smut just ain’t that yummy tbh i get worse with each chapter a/n: uh so idk if i am finishing this by chapter 5.... ask me when im in the middle of that bc this might,,, end up being a LITTLE bit longer than planned LOL

Back then, everyone claimed that young girls all have one thing in common—they all want to get married when they grow up.

You recalled back to a time where the girls back at your middle school would giggle, nudging each other from time to time when discussing these fantasy scenarios of which boy in class they were going to marry in the future, whose hand they were going to walk down the aisle with, and who they were going to share that romantic kiss with.

Reality sets around the second year of college, you admit, that getting married young and having a stable relationship with anyone is impossible with the goals you’ve set for yourself.

Which is why being here in between these four walls of your childhood bedroom with Jeon Jungkook, it feels surreal. Sure, he’s potentially a boyfriend, not exactly one, but the fact that someone is here, in your bed with you, the possibility of finding someone and not being alone feels… within reach. Jungkook makes you feel like things that are supposedly insurmountable are the easier mountains to climb; it’s all about perspective.

Chest heaving heavily during his sleep, he’s got an arm resting underneath his head and the other laid on his bare chest. He’s wiped after an orgasm, and you internally laugh at how cute that is because he’s normally not this serene while awake.

He’s… nice, sort of. Truthfully, you don’t really know Jungkook other than he’s got that “fuck-it” attitude because he likes to live life for what it is rather than planning anything for the future. But one thing you’re solid on is that he isn’t the type to close this chapter of his ‘fuck boy’ life, nor did he have any intentions of stopping in the future.

Albeit it’s still alarming that he suggests coming to see your family, and when you brought up that they may be slightly odd, he came anyway.

In the morning, the sun beams on him, and he glows underneath the light. Despite how annoying he is, after a night full of events, whenever you stay with him for the sunrise, it still renders you speechless on how he radiates during any time of day. He manages to be brighter than the sun (especially when he showcases that cheeky smile) and when he laughs, it’s like a shot of serotonin for those around him that are lucky enough to hear it. He talks a lot, but in these early hours of the day, it’s nice to see him sleeping soundlessly like this—disheveled hair, mouth slightly agape, dried traces of drool on the side of his mouth, with the crispy boogers on the corners of his eyes.

He’s cute. But he can’t be more.

Trying to shake off this feeling of your heart tightening, you push the comforter off your legs and search for your clothes. Maybe coffee will spruce things up, clear whatever it is that’s complicating your mind and possibly give you a better start to your day.

But before you could even reach the kitchen, you’re met with Hyunae in the hallway.

She has her arms crossed over her chest, face scrunching up in annoyance with a click of her tongue. “I heard you last night,” Hyunae informs, scowling. “You realize that these walls are thin, right? I could hear you. What if your parents heard you? Ugh. You’re disgusting, you know that, right?”

“Mm,” you hum groggily, yawning afterwards. “They won’t hear, they’re on the opposite side of the house. My sister also sleeps with music on—highly doubt she hears me. You just got lucky and heard me… unless… my parents have the best hearing of their generation then…” You wink in her direction. “I gave them a show last night.”

Hyunae’s mouth drops in disbelief with a gasp. “You—”

“Yeah, I’m gonna grab some coffee. Want some?”

She puffs her cheeks as she follows you downstairs and into the kitchen, where you’re greeted by all your relatives. They’re all elated when they find out that you’ve brought home a boyfriend—although their beliefs are traditional and only really want you to date because men are supposed to take care of their wives, the view of a happy family impressed with you is… nice. Even if the reasonings aren’t what you agree to. And even if you’re not even sure it’s Jungkook that's your endgame.

“Dr. Hyunjin—” Hyunjin narrows his gaze at you and chills crawl up your spine, “—I mean Hyunjin, hah, sorry. I uh, was tending to a patient and their symptoms aren’t really common. I think it might be something, but I want to pick that brain of yours.”

Truthfully, these past few weeks, you’ve been getting closer to Hyunjin. He’s an amazing doctor, a kind mentor to his peers, and well… he’s single.

Hyunjin chuckles, nodding his head in agreement as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his white coat. “Okay, let me see here…” his lowering stare into the chart has his lashes gingerly brushing against his supple milky smooth cheeks, all while chewing on his bottom lip in deep thought. He’s cute, you think to yourself, because he really is so attractive, but all the women (don’t exclude the men)—from doctors to nurses to patients—always have this longing gawk when they see him. You’re merely just part of that queue anyways.

“Are you even listening to me?” He teases, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Am I that pretty?”

You clear your throat. “I uh, sorry. A lot is on my mind. Could you say it again?”

“You mean I’m on your mind,” he leans over to tap your nose gently, and you swear your heart skips a beat. “Instead of me constantly being on your mind, how about we just skip that and have dinner together tonight? Since, you know. We both somehow managed to get this lovely day-shift for the first time.”

Did you just choke on your saliva?

Hyunjin looks appalled, quickly rubbing your back soothingly until you regain your breathing again. “Whoa, are you okay?”

“Uh, um, yeah. Sorry, just wasn’t really expecting that.”

He raises a brow curiously at you. “Why? You’re pretty. Smart too, and you’re so easy to talk to. I can keep a conversation going with you and not feel like I’m carrying the burden of letting it continuously flow. I like that about you. Of course I wanna ask you out.”

Why the fuck is Jungkook popping up in your head right now?

“Oh wow, uh, I’m flattered,” you laugh awkwardly, scratching the back of your head in thought. “I’m uh… wow, uh—”

“Are you thinking of saying no?”

“What—Wh—Oh! Uh, no? No. I mean, I don’t know. Hyunjin, you’re definitely amazing, in fact, you’re way out of my league. I’m just… wh—are you sure?”

Hyunjin laughs, it’s bright and he radiates all this positivity, but for some reason… it’s not… like Jungkook’s. It’s missing something—was it the way your heart didn’t flutter? Or was it that it didn’t get your stomach churning like people making ice cream in the olden days? Maybe it was because your hands didn’t get all sweaty, or that you didn’t suddenly get defensive because you didn’t want to admit how cute it sounded.

Scratch that. Why the fuck is Jungkook still coming to mind?

Quicky, you wave your hands dismissively. “Actually, forget that. Yes. Yes, Hyunjin, I’ll go out to dinner with you tonight. Let’s uh, give this a shot, and if it doesn’t—”

He lets out a breathy laugh this time, nodding as he speaks. “—Yes, I know. Keep everything professional. I can do that. So… tonight at eight? Text me your address and I can pick you up.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

“That most definitely does not sound like a plan.”

“Jungkook, get out of my house, I’m trying to get ready for my date.”

He’s laying on your bed, in a loose light grey t-shirt with sweatpants that match. He keeps tossing your airpods from hand to hand with a bored expression on his face, but it immediately shifts the moment you tell him why you’re pacing around your room to look for things. “The fuck you goin’ on a date for when I said I’d be your boyfriend?”

“Nice, Jungkook. What? You’ll be a boyfriend for a solid three days, realize that you can’t do it anymore and we end up back to what I said before? Come on, I don’t have time to waste. I’m looking for something serious.”

“I said, I’d be serious for you.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He sucks in his cheeks in displeasure, letting out a sharp breath afterwards. “How the fuck am I supposed to do that? I went to your parents house this weekend, tried swooning them but—”

“It was barely two days, Jungkook. You asking to stay means a lifetime,” you huff because it feels like the hundredth time you’ve said this. “Are you gonna stay a whole lifetime, Jungkook? No. I don’t think so.”

“You literally just answered your question for me instead of letting me answer.”

“OK, but am I wrong?”

He groans, standing up from your bed before dropping your airpods onto the comforter. “Alright, let’s talk. Like, talk talk, not just some simple discussion where you’re gonna push everything I said under the rug. Because what I’m getting at is that you haven’t even given me an ounce of a chance here, let me actually try being your boyfriend. You’re so quick to jump off to the next guy—what about me when I’m standing right fucking here asking if I could be yours?”

“Because you don’t… actually like me, Jungkook.”

“If I genuinely didn’t like you, babe, I would not be fucking you into the mattress religiously like at least four times a week.”

You grimace.

“Yeah, but you don’t… like me, as in my personality, or who I am. You like the outside shell of me, and it’s not the same.”

“Are you kidding me? Yes, you’re right. Fuck, you’re absolutely right because I would’ve never been drawn to you if I didn’t think you were hot. But shit, baby, don’t you know who you are? You’ve got these dudes on Tinder swiping right on you like crazy, and they’re blowing up your dms still, after you’ve had full blown conversations with them and turned them down. You’re a catch. Not to mention that you’re ridiculously smart—like sometimes I just wanna flick you for correcting me on shit but I’m not gonna lie and say that I didn’t like that. You’re also generous too. I’ve seen the way you look at your sister, how you treat her, and how you take care of your parents despite their opposite beliefs to yours. So what? I want that. I want you, and the fact that you don’t believe me is actually astounding. I’d be an absolute nut job if I didn’t develop some kind of feelings for you,” he pauses for a moment to take in a deep breath. “But you know what? If you going on a date with that stupid model doctor is what it’ll take for you to realize that I’m fucking right here, you’re welcome to take up on that offer, babe.”

Blinking blankly, you don’t move an inch from your spot. It’s so weird seeing Jungkook in this light, seeing him this passionate in something, or well, someone, and it catches you off guard.

“I—I don’t—“

“No,” he sighs, carding his fingers through his locks. “I know that you’re fighting off whatever it is you’re feeling because you think I won’t be committed. Alright, fine, go out tonight. Give that lover boy a shot. But if you decide after this date that you don’t want this, you don’t want me, then I won’t pursue you anymore. And if you come back home and you want me—well, you know where I live.”

Fuck. Everything Jungkook said haunts your entire date. You can’t even focus or formulate coherent sentences to Hyunjin because the whole time, all you can imagine is Jungkook’s stupid face across from you. The amount of instances where you had to take a double take is unbelievable.

So… what did this mean? Do you… like him? Do you let him be your boyfriend? It’s hard to tell, but there has to be a straightforward answer tonight.

But Hyunjin is pretty, smart, and kind. And well Jungkook is pretty stupid, cute, and an asshole. But there are times that he can be kind. Especially after rough days, the aftercare is extensive in comparison to what it usually is. But then again, Hyunjin is a doctor. However, just because Jungkook isn’t a doctor doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of being a boyfriend.

Shit, fuck! It keeps cycling back to Jungkook and you feel like you’re spiraling.

Hyunjin, dressed all lovely with his loose button up, stares at you worryingly. “Hey, you alright?”

“Uh,” you laugh nervously, fidgeting with your fork. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You seem a little… off?”

No shit, of course you’re off. Your head keeps filling with these thoughts of Jungkook, and truth be told, it’s starting to sink into the bottom of your stomach because you feel queasy. Whatever this is that you’re going through—although you definitely don’t want to admit it, it’s obvious what’s happening right now.

You have a teensy weensy baby crush on Jeon Jungkook.

And being here on a date with someone else, someone who is surely by far a better candidate for a boyfriend than he is, is proof of it.

After Hyunjin says his goodbyes that night, dropping you off at your apartment without receiving much but a gentle kiss on the cheek, you make it your mission when you see his tail lights that you were going to go to Jungkook’s apartment.

You needed to hype yourself up. So quickly, you rush back into your place to take one… two… okay, maybe three shots of vodka because it takes balls having to tell a stupid cocky dude that yes, you like him, and yes, he’s been right all along. You’re never going to hear the end of that arrogant story with that smug look on his face.

But that sweet sweet face that you love so dearly, reminding you of those cute little macaroons with a plethora of colors and flavors—fuck, the alcohol was already hitting and you possibly may have hit past the sweet spot of confidence and hit the infatuated part.

Nonetheless, you managed to hitch a cab and here you were. Standing outside of Jeon Jungkook’s apartment, yet again.

It’s a wash of deja vu that hits, because you’ve most certainly have been in this position before. Heated skin, inebriated for a boost in confidence, and at his front door with a task at hand, to demand something that you want.

Biting down on your bottom lip rather harshly (that absolutely is going to be an ouchie in the next morning), your hand reaches up in an attempt to knock on the metal door, but whomever is on the other side beats you to it because it swings open.

“Who—“ He pauses, eyes widened. “Fuck.”

He’s kinda cute like this. Messy hair, big doe eyes like he’s a deer in headlights… Was he happy to see you? He should be. But in those swirls of chocolate orbs, there’s no… ounce of excitement, just fear. Have you been missing something?

Oh, right. The half naked chick behind him.

Wow. Doesn’t that hurt? Could you hear that? The sound of your heart… cracking? There’s no way, right? You don’t even love Jeon Jungkook. He’s just some guy you were sleeping with.

But fuck, you were on your way here. Here, to give him your all, to let him be yours and you be his. To tell him, “hey! I’m finally coming to terms that I do, very much in fact, have feelings for you. Hyunjin is just a colleague, nothing more.”

Guess not anymore?

“Baby,” Jungkook calls out, exasperated. He’s trying to reach for you, but you recoil back and his heart aches. “It’s not what it looks like, I swear—“

“I—I came here,” you stutter, mouth open because inhaling through your nose wasn’t enough air flow. “I—I came here because I wanted to tell you that I love you,” fuck, that specific word wasn’t supposed to slip, but it’s too late to go back now. With each foot forward toward you, you step further away from him. “I—I was going to let us be… us, because the whole time with Hyunjin, I thought of you—“

“No, no, no, fuck, baby, no, stop, it’s really not—“ He keeps coming to you, but you don’t have any of it.

“No,” you say sternly, the sober part of you kicking in. “No. Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook. I thought for once you could prove me wrong, but you fucked up. I thought I was the dick for pushing you around, for leading you on each time you said you’d try, so I came back and wanted to apologize and make things better—so we could be us, but shit! Fuck. I didn’t think you’d move on that quickly. Before I could even come to a consensus, too.” You clench your jaw, eyes shutting briefly. “Fuck! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, I loved you. Fuck. Okay. I’m leaving.”

Jungkook sighs, physically taller than you but suddenly feeling smaller. “Baby, don’t go home. You’re drunk,” he notices this when you curse under your breath some more and he gets a whiff of that vodka. “And stay the night. I can get her to leave and tomorrow morning we can talk.”

You bite back the urge to cry, but a tear manages to escape and you wipe it away hastily. “No, it’s fine. I’m getting an Uber home. It’s over, Jungkook.”

When you reach home, the memories are a little foggy.

The chick was definitely half naked; she was literally in a bra, in the midst of slipping off her pants and Jungkook’s hair was tousled like he’s been making out with her. Sure, yes, the original agreement was that he was allowed to sleep with anyone but he said there was only you! Of course, you have the right to be mad. You were lied to—

Knock knock.

Well, that was quite the understatement. It was more of a fist to the door kind of pounding, and the sudden intrusion startles you.

Sighing, you toss your keys in the catch-all bowl, making strides toward the front door. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Who is it?”

Just as you open the door and notice that tattooed hand reaching in, you immediately try shutting the door. How the fuck did he get here so fast? Didn’t he have some bitch in his apartment earlier?

“Babe—babe! What—“ He doesn’t need to do much to get it open because Jungkook evidently works out and the muscles aren’t just for show.

Groaning, you let go of your grip and plop on the couch. “Close the door, at least.”

He furrows his brows, shutting the door behind him. “What the hell was that? Why wouldn’t you let me in?”

You narrow your gaze at him.

“You wouldn’t even let me explain.”

“There’s not much to explain, Jungkook. I saw what I saw.” Your focus is automatically on the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “Why do you have your overnight bag?”

“Because I’m staying over until you hear me out.”

You puff your cheeks. You need a drink. Getting up from the couch, you’re making your way to your bar cart and Jungkook follows. “Baby, she wasn’t anything.”

“Mm,” you hum, fingers dancing along the glass bottles. Which do you wanna go for? Maybe something yummy, especially since Jungkook is being annoying right now, at least you should drink for enjoyment. Opening the fridge, you suck in your cheeks in concentration to find that one lime you saw the other day. “Where’s that… lime…”

“She came over, demanded I sleep with her, and I told her that I’m over that kind life. It’s been two years and she’s not over me—I meant what I said.”

Spotting the lime in the corner of the drawer, a smile rubs on the corners of your lips. “Ah, here it is!” Trudging over to the counter, you reach for a knife and Jungkook immediately halts you in your actions and you quirk a brow. “Let me do it for you.”

It takes you a bit to cave in, but you eventually do. “I want a mojito,” you state plainly, and he nods in response.

“You should go home,” you suggest, even though you enjoy his company here. He shouldn’t act like a boyfriend, not after what just happened, and despite explaining himself, it’s still difficult to trust him. “You have someone waiting for you, and I don’t think she’d be cool if—“

He stops in the midst of cutting. “I said we’re not together. Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because we’re not together, so it’s not my place to ask you the details. And truthfully, it shouldn’t even matter. I saw this coming, and that’s just that.”

Reaching up in your cabinets, he inhales sharply after grabbing a tall empty glass. He’s seen you drink out of this a handful of times, mojitos being your favorite filling to the brim, but you only really indulge in alcohol when you’ve had a long day.

Sure, the encounter was less than twenty minutes, but it was enough to make you feel like you’ve had a long day.

“But we are together, maybe not in the way that I keep asking for, but we are. I’m yours, before you even let yourself be mine,” He tosses some mint and juices the lime into the glass before using the muddler. “I uh… I’m not into relationships, you know this. But I wanna give it a shot with you.”

“Relationships aren’t just some trial and error—“ Wait. You pause. Relationships are sort of a trial and error thing; you date someone you like, and if it doesn’t work, you break up. It’s simple. “Wait, uh. Yes, they are. But they’re not just… if the two people don’t have the same end goal, why start something?”

“Because what if my end goal changes?”

You scoff. “That’s funny, Jungkook.”

He grabs the bottle of rum, measuring the amount he pours by feel before glancing over at you. “Sugar?”

“Nah.” Jungkook pops a couple cubes of ice into the glass from the freezer before opening a can of sprite to pour in. He slides the drink to you from across the island counter, watching as you reach in to take a sip.

“You already changed part of my plan, you know. I’m not the type to want a girlfriend. And I mean it—the girl you saw at my place means nothing to me. I heard the door when I was napping—I thought it was you. Then she came in, started stripping and I was so confused I—“

“Ooo, this is good.”

“Babe, just listen, please,” there’s desperation all over his face, tone begging for you to lend your full undivided attention. “Can you actually give me a shot? A chance to actually… make this work.”

“All this because the pussy is that bomb?” You query, with a crinkle in between your brows. “Jungkook, do you hear yourself? You only want to be with me because you don’t want me fucking anyone else because that means I can’t fuck you anymore.”

“Didn’t I explain to you before that it’s more than just that?”

“You did, before some bitch came into your apartment.”

“I didn’t have control!” He exclaims, the vein on the side of his neck protruding with his anger. “She shoved me aside and came in. I didn’t want it! Why don’t you trust me?”

“Because of your track record!” You shoot back, clenching the glass cup in your hand. “You always did the same thing, every single time. You hurt girls, you tell them you don’t want anything more, and all because your ulterior motive was to fuck them.”

“But I’ve never done any of those things to you,” his voice is softer this time. “My track record ended the moment we got together.”

You suck in your cheeks, uncertain what to say next, and Jungkook takes it as his cue to continue.

“In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I don’t even know why the fuck I keep fighting for this, but something in me is like… gnawing at my insides, telling me that I gotta. I haven’t even slept with anyone other than you for the past few years. I’m even asking you to be more, even after fucking.”

Quietly, you take another sip of the mojito.

“Fine, take your time. But tell me, how bad was the date with Dr. Hyunjin—I mean Hyunjin,” he’s annoyed now, voice saturating and dripping in cockiness because he knows the reason why you came to his apartment in the first place. “Did you even go home with him? I bet it didn’t even get that far. What? Did you see my face the entire time? Wish he was me?”

You scowl. It’s exactly that, but you weren’t going to let him know that. “Don’t act like a dick because you’re jealous.”

“Jealous of what?” He breathes, arms resting on the granite. “I have you.”

“You don’t have me,” you counter, reminding him once again. “And you’re jealous because I actually considered him for a serious relationship and not you.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, watching as you swirl the remains of the mojito in your hands. “Considering that you let me into your house, let me make you a drink, and haven’t kicked me out with my overnight bag—I’d say I’m doing better than him.”

Between your irritation, how sexy Jungkook looks, and the alcohol in your system—of fucking course it doesn’t take long to work him up, because despite how much Jungkook grinds your gears, nothing like having sex cools you down, ironically.

The moment you say, “take off your clothes,” Jungkook doesn’t argue back or make any comments, but immediately starts unbuckling his pants in the kitchen. You slip out of your dress just barely seconds after, climbing onto the loveseat couch in your living room, and Jungkook doesn’t waste any time chasing after you.

“Are you seriously trying to solve our argument over sex?” He asks, crawling over your body, eyes never leaving yours. “Like, we could’ve just had a civil conversation about it, but instead, you chose sex?”

“Isn’t that the best way you communicate anyways?”

“I mean, well—” You interrupt Jungkook in the midst of his sentence by pulling him down closer to you, lips ghosting over his own. “Well,” you reiterate him mockingly, “get to it and fuck me. I’m tired of hearing you talk, I’m stressed out because of you, and I’m just in need of a release.”

Jungkook heaves out a heavy sigh, arms on either side of your head. “Baby, you know that I think you’re hot. You’re sexy, smart, and uh… lo-lovely?” He’s having a hard time saying the last word, but he pushes it through. “But I gotta be honest. If we’re not okay, I don’t wanna fuck.”

You scoff. “What? You have your pants off, dick hard as fuck right now, hovering over me and you don’t wanna have sex with me?”

“Oh, babe, of course I wanna have sex with you. But… not like this.”

“Then what?” You snap, irritated. “You wanna go back and fuck the other bitch in your apartment? Because you’re welcomed to do that, Jungkook”

“Will you just stop!” With his voice slightly raised, and brows furrowed in indignation, this is suddenly not the same Jungkook you’ve been seeing for the past two years. There’s a glint in his eyes, something new in them, and you’re having a hard time trying to decipher what it means. “Stop mentioning her, she fucking stabbed me that night I went to the ER. I’m so tired of living this life, girls coming and going, sometimes I just wanna be at home with one and be held. You know on those rainy days, where it’s cold and dark, I just want to wrap my arms around you, have a blanket over our legs, and watch some stupid movie on TV.” He takes in a deep breath, eyes fluttering close before exhaling. “Wow, that felt like a huge burden off my chest. I think I’ve been wanting to say that for a while now, but I just… felt like I had to hold a front around you.”

Speechless, words are caught in your throat but you honestly don’t know how to respond either. “Listen, how about you sleep in bed tonight and I stay on the couch. I know you’re probably pissed off still, but you’re also slightly intoxicated. I wanna talk again when you’re sober.”

With that, he pulls himself off of you, grabs his duffle bag and heads to the shower.

Snap! “Why are you daydreaming already?”

Shutting your eyes close briefly, you shake your head from the thoughts of last night. “Sorry, sorry,” you apologize to one of the nurses, grabbing the patient chart from their hands before signing things off.

In the morning, Jungkook stood in the kitchen, no shirt on with an apron around his frame as if that’s any protection from the oil that splatters on his skin. He was cooking up breakfast—eggs, bacon and pancakes (when he had the time to go grocery shopping, you’re not sure), but he’s even got lunch packed for you and it all seems… oddly domestic. You wanna probe for more, but in all fairness, your head is still spinning with what he said last night, and the fact that you spilled and said the fucking ‘l’ word right in front of him.

But he acts like… none of that even happened.

“What’s up with you?” Hyerim asks, tapping her fingers against the counter of the nurses’ station. “You’ve been all like… weird, this morning. What’s even weirder is that you’re accepting morning shifts, despite saying that you wanted to go on nights.” She’s slinging her bag over her shoulder, ready to leave since someone has relieved her, but of course, she can’t go until she’s got her juicy gossip.

“Uh, well, nothing—”

“Daydreaming about me, hopefully,” Hyunjin interjects, grinning cheekily when his gaze meets yours. “I hope your night was well. I know you weren’t feeling your best, but I hope you’re feeling a bit better now. How was your sleep?”

Hyerim eyes you suspiciously, pulling her bag closer. “Hmm. Interesting. You guys went out last night, Dr. Hyunjin?”

“Yeah,” he says giddily, hands in the front pockets of his white coat. “We sort of went on a date.”

You cringe. This is exactly what you were talking about. “Hyunjin!”

“Sorry,” he smiles innocently, attempting to mask his mistakes with a soft chuckle. “It was lovely. I hoped to do it again, so I apologize for getting ahead of myself. I got excited to ask.”

“I—“ Before you could even respond, you spotted someone sitting at your desk through the window. Feet up on the desk, watching you from the seat cautiously with a narrowed gaze. He has a pen in his mouth, and a rubber band twirling on his index finger and just the sight of him from here is… intimidating. “Uh… actually, guys, I’m going to take my lunch break now.”

Hyunjin quirks a brow. “Now? But it’s an hour before you usually—”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave him off dismissively. “Just uh, I’m gonna be in my office. I need some space. Give me a call if you need me, yeah?”

Although they both exchange dubious stares with each other, both Hyerim and Hyunjin let you off. Promptly, you speed walk to your office, shut the door behind you and close all the blinds after locking the door. Inhaling in a deep breath of courage, you turn around to face him.

“What are you doing here?”

Jungkook looks at you, feigning a look of surprise. “What do you mean? I brought the girl I like some lunch. But she keeps talking to this one dude at her workplace who has these… heart eyes for her. Not sure if I like that.”

You roll your eyes, slipping out of your white coat and hang it on one of the hooks on your rack. “Thanks for the uh, lunch, Jungkook. It’s very out of character for you.”

“Everything has been out of character for me as of late,” he states obviously, watching as you take the seat across from him. “Not gonna kick me out of your little office chair?”

“You seem comfortable. What’d you bring for me?”

It feels like you’re walking on eggshells throughout the conversation because Jungkook is being… leery. He observes you like a hawk, testing to see what actions you’re going to make next because he didn’t like what he just saw out there just now. “Hm. Some rice. Short ribs. Veggies.”

“Sounds good. Where is it?” He gestures to the bag on the table. “Let’s talk first.”

“Again?”

Jungkook nods. “Again.”

“You’re not usually a talker. More like a fucker, maybe.”

He furrows his brows, standing up from the swivel chair. “Is that what you want, baby? Because you keep saying that, and you keep asking for it. All I wanted was to talk. Why are you so adamant on fucking?”

You swallow. “Because you’re good at fucking, Jungkook, not at talking. Feelings aren’t your thing.”

“Get up.”

“What—“

“Get up.” Abiding by his instruction, you stand from your seat, confused. “You said I’m better with expressing myself through sex, so let’s do it. Right now, right now.”

You scoff. “Jeon Jungkook, we’re in my office. In case you haven’t noticed, I take care of business here. I’m not fucking you in my office, not especially if I could get caught.”

“Blinds are closed.”

“Well, yeah—“

“Doors are locked.”

“I mean—“

He clicks his tongue. “We’ll make it quick. Get on your knees.”

Startled, you nearly choke on your saliva. “Jungkook, I’m not—“ his gaze darkens, and your heart skips a beat. Why was he suddenly so attractive when he knows what he wants? “Okay, fine.” You reply sharply, getting on the floor. He doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his pants to relieve himself.

It’s like part of your memory is wiped because your lips are suddenly wrapped around his dick, and panties wet from the sight of him fucking your mouth and you don’t even know how you got here.

Jungkook thinks you’re so pretty like this—but not only like this. He finds you stealing the breath from his lungs frequently; in your white coat, hair tied back while tending to patients, or when you’re at home, flickering through the channels on your TV, in search of anything with an ounce of entertainment in it. But something about you like this specifically, underneath his hold, with your lashes fluttering against your supple cheeks that grow damp from the tears that spill when you choke on him, has his heart sputtering like the engine of a lawn mower.

He leans down, rubbing his thumb against your cheek to wipe the tears away. “You’re doing so well for me, baby.”

You hum in delight, because who wouldn’t want to be such a good girl for Jungkook. But before you could show him any more, he pulled away. A look of disappointment washes over your face.

“Baby, do me a favor? Bend over on your desk.”

Jungkook is horny, obviously, but he still thinks with his brain sometimes. He knows that this is a workplace, this is your workplace, and the fact you prioritize your career over anything else. So, yes, he’s horny, dick hard and ready to be enveloped in your wetness, but he’s also cautious. Double checking the door is locked, confirming that the blinds keep the two of you hidden, and having a hand on your mouth to muffle your moans when he has your scrubs down to your knees and dick deep in your warmth.

He feels so good like this, despite the turn of events because there’s no sweet Jungkook who makes you breakfast this morning. “You won’t listen to me when I’m talking, but when we’re fucking, you’re all ears, huh?” You can barely formulate a sentence, dumb full of Jungkook and brain foggy from pleasure. “Listen, now, yeah? Stop considering other guys, will you? I want you to be mine.” He slams his hips into yours, your ass bouncing at the impact. “Tell Hyunjin to fuck off. That he isn’t the one you took home to your parents the other day.” A slap to your ass makes the skin slightly redden.

In the midst of his thrusting, he pauses. Wincing, you’re practically begging to be fucked now, but you can’t say a word with his hand on your mouth and your arms holding you up on the desk. “What was that? You want more? Gotta tell me that you’re mine, baby.”

You gasp when he uncovers your mouth, and you’re practically drooling on his cock. “Tell me baby,” he eggs you on, fingers outlining your spine gingerly, reaching your plump cheeks again to rub the spot he smacks soothingly, “Are you mind?”

Are you his? Yes, this is sex, you realize this much, but Jungkook initiates it for a reason. Because he’s better at fucking than he is at talking, and although he asks to be yours, there’s something different in his voice when he says it now. It’s his comfort zone, something he’s familiar with (as disturbing as it sounds) but he never claims a girl during sex. It’s part of his rules.

But now that he’s asking you, it’s not the same anymore.

And oddly enough, you do want to be his.

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overtime win celebrations - mat barzal

okay this is very unedited because i lowkey rushed it and i know it’s bad. also this is very bad smut because i haven’t written it in a while and i tried to read others and my old ones to get some inspiration and try to make it at least accurate in a way idk

also a very happy birthday mat today 

(isles win today or else i’ll fly to new york and 🔪) (jk ,,, unless)

this was requested by @gigissports​ who gave me the idea of this fic when i said i wanted to write a fic but didn’t know what to write about or who to write about so thank you to her and i hope you like it

(also idk what that title is it’s the first thing that came to my mind)

(ps y’all should also follow her as well she’s an amazing person)

masterlist

mat masterlist

warnings: mention of fights, SMUT (18+) (minors please don’t interact), fluff, little angst? (idk mat is a little upset so idk if that’d count as angst)

# of words: 1,941 (sorry it’s short i tried to make it somewhat longer but my brain decided to go into writer’s block so)

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It was all going well, up until it wasn’t. You knew that playoff hockey got even more intense than the regular season and meant that more injuries were prone to happen. Mat told you the night the Islanders got clinched that he wouldn’t try to get into many fights anymore or get anymore penalty minutes seeing that he’s their star and that the top player shouldn’t have that many penalty minutes. He managed to not get into any fights or get any penalties the first 4 games. You would’ve gone to the game but you decided to stay at yours and Mat’s apartment to watch the game due to being busy earlier in the day and Mat was completely fine with however you wanted to watch the game. The only thing he did request before he left was that you wore one of his jerseys that he wasn’t going to be wearing for good luck. As soon as you came home from work it was the first thing you did and you sent a picture to him to show him. You knew he wouldn’t answer right away but you saw that he read it. 

The game was going smoothly up until the second period where the penguins were leading by 3. You knew that the team was frustrated by the way they looked as the camera panned over to the bench and that they were trying their hardest. Mat’s line was now playing and you felt as if they were going to score during that period. It wasn’t until moments after Anthony’s goal where a fight broke out and Mat got into the middle of it. You couldn’t tell what happened but you stood up on your feet and became really concerned. It wasn’t until you saw him walk towards the locker room with one of the medics before they showed the reply. The rest of the game you couldn’t focus on and only worried that something would happen even later into the game. Mat had said he was fine but you knew that he wasn’t from when they showed him. 

The only good thing to come out of the game was the double overtime win and you knew it was going to be a while before Mat got home. You hadn’t really had anything for dinner because of it and could only eat crackers because your mind was only worried for Mat and Mat only. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep seeing how late it was. Mat on the other hand was exhausted as well and it was just from playing almost 5 rounds of hockey. A sigh escaped his mouth when he reached the front door and took out his keys only to find you sleeping on the couch wearing his white jersey. He smiled at the site before dropping his bag and taking his shoes off before walking over to you and crouching down in front of you. Mat took a moment to analyze the details of your face before he started to caress your face and wake you up. Your eyes began to flutter open as you saw him crouched down to your height 

“Hey baby” he whispered as you sat up making room for him

“Hi maty, sorry you had to see me like this” you told as he sat down and pulled you into his chest

“It’s okay you deserve some rest.” he said trying to hide his eye

“Let me see, don’t hide it.”

“I didn’t want you to be mad”

“Why would I be mad?” you asked him confusion running across your face

“Because I promised to you that I wouldn't get into any fights or get any penalties during playoffs” he admitted

“I’m not mad, I was worried the entire time. It happens.” you affirmed him as you ran your fingers over the bruised eye lightly making sure that you didn’t hurt him. The two of you sat there in silence for a while taking in each other’s company before you both looked at each other and brought your lips together. You’ve been with Mat for over a year and a half and yet he still gave you butterflies every time you kissed. Straddling him, you continued to kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Everything in that moment just felt perfect. Mat pulled away and stood up, picked you up and took you to yours and his room. After laying you down on the bed, he began to slowly push up his jersey while pressing small kisses along your jaw and down your neck, leaving marks, making you moan before pulling away to take the jersey off. His breath hitched when he saw the lingerie you had on underneath and smiled and you spoke up

“I was going to surprise you when you got home but i ended up falling asleep, so this isn’t exactly how I planned it” you told him sitting back up

“Well I’m still surprised don’t worry and you still look beautiful” he said before giving you another kiss and laying you back down after you took off his suit jacket, shirt and pants leaving him just in his underwear as you traced your fingers down his body

“I love you so much. Thank you for everything you do. From supporting me at home and away games to dealing with me and my antics” 

Mat unclipped you bra as he pressed light kisses over your collarbones as his hands roamed all over your body and stopping at your thighs, Pushing your legs apart, his fingers hooking onto your underwear before sliding them off and inserting two of them inside you. His eyes never left yours, curling his fingers more and while his thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to moan

“Maty, please” you let out

“In all time princess. It’s all about patience” he whispered in your ear before removing his fingers as soon as he felt you clenching. 

Removing his fingers, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked off your juices and sank down to his knees and kissed the soft skin of your thighs, feeling scruff from his playoff beard he was finally allowed to grow out. He wasted no time when it came to eating you out as he sucked back on your clit. One of his favorite sounds was hearing your moans and whimpers, as a smirk plastered onto his face, gripping your thighs tighter. You became more and more frustrated as you tugged on his hair wanting more. Pulling him closer onto you,  his hands grabbed your breasts making you gasp and moan his name more. He began to slowly lick your clit before starting to suck on it. You can feel him slowly pull away before going back and inserting his finger again

“Oh god. Oh fuck. Mat that feels so good. Please don’t stop”

“What do you need princess?”

“You. I need you.”  

“Fuck, maty i’m so close please” you told him as you could feel him humming against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. The familiar feeling began to coil in your stomach as you tugged on his hair harder and him licking you as his name left your lips, almost to the point where the neighbors would probably hear.

When he pulled away, he pressed a kiss against your lips, making you taste yourself. Mat leaned over to grab a condom from the nightstand next to the bed as you began to palm him through his boxers before pulling it down. You helped him roll the condom on him as he then lined himself in between you and grabbing your legs to hook against him

“You ready?” he asked looking into your eyes, making sure you’re still comfortable

“Yes” you told him as you curled your fingers at the bottom of his hair as he pressed his lips against yours while pushing himself inside you, groaning into his mouth.

His hips rolled with every thrust he gave, his lips leaving yours and pressing kisses along your jaw as he whispered in your ear as the occasional moan left his lips when you marked up his back or tugged his hair more. His hands gripped around your waist as he 

“I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too”

“Are you close?” he whispered pulling away from your neck “Mhm” you nodded as a whine left your left as he thrusted harder, 

“It’s okay, let go” he whispered in your ear as the both of you let go of your highs. Mat came out of you and fell on the bed next to you. The two of you stayed quiet as you both breathed heavily trying to catch your breaths.

“Well that was-”

“Yeah” he finished as he took the condom off and threw it in the trashcan when got up and went to the bathroom

When Mat came back, he started to clean you up with the damp towel, making sure that you were alright and that he didn’t hurt you. He took his time making sure to stop as soon as you started to feel uncomfortable or started to wince. You kept trying to fight off the sleepiness that was taking over so you had a chance to talk to Mat about everything he wanted just so he can get his mind over it. Your eyes were starting to slowly close once again until you felt the bed dip and Mat’s arm pull you so your head was on his chest

“What’s going on through that mind of yours?” you asked him knowing that he was thinking about the game again

“Just the game, the fight, how much my eye hurts” he laughs off but you can tell he’s still somewhat upset causing you to get up and face him

“Mathew, you did your best, and you’ll keep doing your best. I know you know this but you go close to a goal each period and in overtime. Yes, it’s not going well, but you need to have some faith in you. There’s still some positives that happened, you assisted a couple of goals from Tito and Scott, plus the game winning goal. Those are still something-” you told him before he cut you off

“Yeah but they’re not a goal you know? Everyone, from commentators to interviewers have been on my ass about not scoring and it’s frustrating to listen to and when it happens it gets blocked” mat exclaimed, as he ran his hand through is hair trying not to show his frustration

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that will happen and things will get better. Remember you were struggling towards the end of the regular season and then you got a goal straight out of the penalty box?”

“Yes but-”

“But nothing. You still have game 6 and I know that you guys will advance to the next round and you will get that goal that you want.” you finished as you now sit on his lap staring into his eyes and grabbing his hands

“Okay, mainly because I trust you and I love you.” he said as he gave you a small peck on the lips

“I love you”

“Now, do you still have enough energy for another round or are you tired?”

“I don’t know, I’m not the one who played 5 periods of hockey and got into a fight” you smirked as he flipped you onto your back

“Well then, you shouldn’t have said that missy” he whispered to you smirking as he went back down on you

[djarrex]

Yes! I would love to read the Kix taking care of his girl on her period! Mine is kicking my ass this month. Sounds wonderful!

BLESS you, and the few others who hopped in on this <3 ( x )

Part 2

Let me start off by promoting menstrual cups for a hot second because I love mine and I will never go back to anything else. I bring that up because the reader uses a menstrual cup - you’ll see mentions of it a couple times throughout. There’s also a mention of it smelling sweet, lacking the smell of blood that one would normally associate with periods - this is a total personal observation BUT I have heard of other women say the same thing about the smell; it smells of you, not blood - womanly essence, if that makes sense. Idk, maybe if you also use a menstrual cup then you get what I’m trying to say? Sorry to be talking about menstrual cups so much LMAO I’m just passionate.

Warnings: oral (f receiving), no-no words, a hint of self-degradation and self-consciousness (because periods can do that to even the best of us), mentions of blood, but like, there is none

18+ under the cut for all my Kix lovin’ cycle sisters out there (and everyone else!)

Oh, Kix. Sweet, caring, sensual Kix.

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"Let me take care of you, darling. "

“But... it’s gross. I don’t even like going near that area during this time a month and I definitely don’t want you to.”

“Gross?” He almost sounds... offended - flabbergasted. “It’s a part of life, beautiful. It’s what makes you amazing, a warrior in your own way. Nothing about you could gross me out. You know of some of the things I’ve seen, darling, and you could never come close to any of it.”

“Are- are you sure, Kix?”

“You have that little cup thing in, right?” He asks as he lowers himself to his knees to be eye level with your waist, hooking his thumbs inside the band of your comfy pants - waiting. You nod, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you peer down at him with hesitant eyes. His own eyes are glowing, radiating with adoration as a smile stretches along his perfect lips. 

“Nothing about you could gross me out.”

Fuck, you adore him.

Even if he’s wrong. 

With a victorious hum, he yanks your stretchy bottoms down in one swift motion. Kix stands upright, tugging on the hem of your top before lifting it over your head, your arms raising to the ceiling to facilitate the process. You’re nearly bare - all that’s left is your stained, worn bra and loose cotton underwear. Nothing about you today looks or feels sexy, yet Kix stares at you like you’re holding the stars themselves within your swollen hands.

“Lay down, darling. Won’t you let me take care of you?” You can’t help but smile at the man before you, his soft but deep voice making your heart pound and pussy throb simultaneously. You lay back, respectfully doing as your told. As soon as your back hits the sheets he’s on you, his warm body looming over your bloated form as his lips find a temporary home against your clavicle. You’re already so sensitive, so aroused just from the faintest of touches. You groan as Kix licks and kisses his way across the expanse of whatever skin is available to him on your chest - he stops when all that’s left to be mouthed is still hiding underneath your bra.

“They’re a little sore,” you confess with a furrowed brow. Kix’s eyes meet yours, and you somehow know exactly what he wants to do to help.

“I’ll massage them for you,” his voice is full of sincerity and care as his eyes meet yours. You nod, lifting your top half up off the sheets for a moment so he can reach around and unclasp your bra. Your breasts swing free, and Kix’s hands are instantly but gingerly grasping at them, softly kneading the orbs of combined fat and tissue with expert hands. Kix’s objective is to make you feel good, both in forgetting your body’s reactions to your monthly, and in pleasure. While he continues to knead at your sensitive breasts, his mouth is back on you, nipping at the plushier parts of your flesh around your bust and torso. Your pussy is throbbing, a fire igniting deep within your gut - even pushing aside the cramping - screaming for more. 

“K...ix,” you manage his name mid-moan, his eyes flickering back up to yours through his dark lashes - mouth still attached to the flushed skin below your breast. “More... please,” you whine, your back arching off the bed and pushing yourself into his mouth - hungry. With a final nip to the skin lining your ribs, Kix’s head lifts up and offers you a half smile.

“You’ll let me take care of you, darling? Even though you so wrongfully think that I’ll be grossed out?” There’s a hint of teasing in his gravelly voice, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. 

“Yes,” you breathe out, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to feed the growing ache between your legs.

“You trust me, don’t you?” Kix lowers himself towards the foot of the bed, resting his cheek on the meat of your thigh while staring up at you with pleading eyes. Of course you do, and he knows that. You whimper at him, nodding your head as his finger teases along the thin skin around your underwear - featherlight. “I promise, it’ll feel good,” he murmurs with his lips pressed to your skin, trailing kisses from your knee up to your hip bone. “I’ll make you forget that you’re on your period, darling.”

Kix softly tugs your underwear down, tossing the garment over his shoulder to be found later. You feel so bleh - bloated, sensitive, sore - yet you’re on fire. Kix takes a moment to rove his eyes over your body, making you shudder under his gaze. 

“You’re so beautiful, darling. Even when you think you aren’t.” 

You love him you love him you love him.

Only seconds later Kix’s face in between your legs, kissing your mound before moving to press his lips against your folds. You feel totally embarrassed, hoping you don’t stink or taste like blood, but Kix is adamant about doing this for you, or for himself, it doesn’t matter. What if you ruin what you and Kix have if he comes up disgusted by your vagina with the way is is right now? What if-

Nope, you can’t finish that thought because he’s in the middle of licking a slow, long stripe from the bottom of your slit all the way up to the hood of your clit with a flattened tongue. Kix repeats the motion a few more times, groaning into you with every pass of his tongue, sending euphoric vibrations straight into your core. He runs his tongue around the entrance of your burning hole, easing the muscle just a little bit beyond the entrance - making you see stars. Kix can’t actually stick anything inside of you, not his tongue nor his fingers, and most definitely not his cock unless you removed the silicone cup from your canal - and there was no fucking way in hell you’d do that, especially not on day two. Besides, he’s doing quite the fine job at making you come apart with the way he’s sucking, licking, and nipping at everything that is good. 

“Fuck, Kix...” He’s got your clit trapped between his lips, his tongue flicking at it from inside his warm mouth. You’re close, you can feel that fire move throughout your body, inching further and further into your climax with every quick motion of his tongue. 

Then his hands return to your breasts, squeezing gently while meeting your eyes from where he’s buried between your legs. The thread within you snaps when you lock eyes with his lust-filled golden ones; his hands grabbing at your breasts, his mouth latched onto that sensitive bundle of nerves, and the heavy groan he emits while your clit is still sucked into his mouth all contribute to the intense orgasm that steadily rocks through your body. You convulse with a silent cry, your thighs threatening to close around his head as he drags his tongue up and down your slit, catching your release with hums of approval.  

“KixKixKixKix-” you cry out his name in rapid-fire, shooting your hand down to tug at his growing hair - trying to push him away from you. “Too... much,” you whine, bucking your hips in an attempt to knock him off of you. With a lewd pop, he finally removes his mouth from your oversensitive cunt, but not before breathing in deeply through his nose while still buried between your legs.

“Kix!” you squeal at him, embarrassment flooding your body as he moves up to kiss at your throat. “What-”

“You smell so damn good, darling. Like the sweetest, most rare fruit in the galaxy. You taste like it, too.” Your cheeks are hot, eyes wide as he chuckles against your skin.

“So, it doesn’t...?” 

You don’t need to elaborate on your question before Kix answers it with honesty.

“No, darling. No taste or smell of blood. Quite the opposite, actually. You are absolutely delectable. Maybe when you get more comfortable, I’d love to fuck you like this, if you’re ever up for it.��

“But the... the blood...”

“I’ve heard it makes quite the pleasurable experience for both parties involved. But like I said, only when you’re comfortable. Until then, I’d be more than happy to devour you every chance you give me, darling.”

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[moonslove7]

Hi :3 Can I request a post Hogwarts (both married) reader cooking with no magic and running a bubble bath for professor Remus after he goes back home from his first day of teaching classes at Hogwarts.

Istg Professor Remus is my ultimate soft spot so yeah, just know I am blushing the entire time while writing this. Also Imma pretend you have like a family inherited cottage thing somewhere near hogwarts for this and remus doesnt like staying at hogwarts bc he would miss you also idk how to cook so you can just make up the food.

“(Y/n)! I’m home!” 

The sound of your husband Remus announcing he had finally come home, you were in the kitchen, cooking dinner, the smell louring him into the kitchen while he held his briefcase and had his robes still on, he watched you for a second as you kept looking at the oven making sure nothing was being burnt and then you turned around and smiled at the handsome professor.

“Hey Rem, how was the first day?” You asked pressing your lips to his gently, he put his briefcase down on one of the chairs at the table, took your hands in his, your fingers interlocking as his smile matched yours. “It was pretty good surprisingly, it’s good to be home though.” He then pecked your lips with a kiss this time, making your smile grow, you let go of one of his hands to check up on the food.

“Here, let me help.” Remus mumbled and started to put all the ingredients you had chopped up into a pan, turning the stove on. “ Why don’t you go rest love? You’ve been at work all day.” You asked him, he shook his head ‘no’. “ I’m fine pup, I can help you finish making dinner and then we’ll both relax, you’ve been working too.” You never felt like what you did was an actual job, you helped people with divination, or sometimes they payed you to find out if someone they loved was cheating or liked them back, Remus knew how emotionally exhausting it could be, to him it was a real job.

“ You look so good in those robes by the way, I didn’t know you becoming a professor would somehow make you even more attractive but here we are,” You joked and giggled while Remus, said “Hey! Are you calling me not attractive ?” He started to walk slowly towards you to tickle your sides making your knees buckle, “No Sir, course not Sir,” You joked making Remus crack a smile and a giggle, he continued tickling you, “NO REMUS PLEASE- THE FOOD-” You tried to yell between the giggles until you were laying on the floor, Remus on his knees as he continued his torture. 

“You’re a Menace (Mr/Mrs Lupin).” He said quietly but loud enough for you to hear, he stopped tickling you to kiss you, leaning down he brought his right hand to your face to hold you while he pushed his lips onto yours making you stop giggling and instead you sighed into the kiss, bringing your hands up to play with his messy dark brown hair, before he could deepen the kiss though you mumbled his name on his lips, getting him to lean back a little so you could speak without his lips smothering yours. “Food first, that can wait my love.” You said while standing up, leaving him pouting on his knees, he stood up following you, the pout now joined with his puppy eyes. 

“Jesus Christ, people will think I married a man-child.” You sighed as you noticed his face, he smiled his pout dropping as you leaned in close to him, kissing him once more, “You love me though,” He said teasingly, going back to the stove to check on the food, you replied, “that is true, I love you very much Moony.” At your words Remus smiled while turning the stove off and took the plates out from the cupboard with you gathering the food up and placing it on the table, then putting it on the plates, Remus went to the fridge, opening it to retrieve wine he remembered you brought, he grabbed two glasses before sitting down next to you, he poured you a glass and then himself. 

“Congrats on your first day.” You held the glass up to him, to do a toast as this job seemed the best one he had managed to find in a long time that complimented him in everyway, he had history there, unsealed wounds, and he was smart enough to be a professor any day. He brought his glass to yours making a clanging noise, you both took a sip of the wine and then started to dig into the food, unconsciously yours and Remus’s hands had found each other while you ate one handily, you both held hands the entire time.

When you had both finished Remus insisted on taking the plates to the sink to wash, you both were still drinking your wine, you got up with Remus anyway, “Hey, don’t look at me like that, I’ll put away the plates and cutlery while you wash them okay?” You asked while he looked a second away from pouting again. “Okay, deal.” After ten or so minutes everything was cleaned and put away, so you took Remus’s hands in yours and pulled him towards the bathroom, the Sun had began to set as you closed the bathroom door, and Remus closed the toilet seat to sit down on it. 

“Thank Godric, I’ve been looking forward to this all day.” He says when you put the plug into the bath and began putting in relaxing bath salts and of course bubbles, turning the taps on you smiled at him as he just watched the water fill the bath. “I know Rem, that’s why I got you an extra treat.” You walked over to the cabinet that you kept the clean towels in to use and move the first towel to reveal two chocolate frogs you had managed to get during the day, you showed him the chocolate making him smile lovingly at you, “You didn’t have to do this pup, you really are too good for me.” He says while you put the frogs on the bath table at the very bottom of the bath, when the bubbles were made and the bath was full you turned the taps off and started to strip making Remus stand up and do the same. You also played a song on your phone, the one you had your first dance as a married couple to, Let’s Go Home Together by Ella Henderson and Tom Grennan.

Both standing there nude you went into the bath first, laying down and then opening your arms to invite him to join you, he stepped into the bath, grabbed the chocolate frogs and leaned back, you sat up, letting him rest his arms on your knees as he opened your chocolate and fed you it, you doing the same for him, you both closed your eyes enjoying being so close to each other while the song played quietly in the background.

‘you seem like someone I could pick a fight with, dance all night with,

Maybe you’ll like me the way I am,’

All of a sudden you felt Remus kiss your nose, then your cheeks, opening your eyes you saw the giant of a man looking at you with so much love in his eyes it made you melt, you violently kissed his face all over making him laugh. 

‘Feels like I know you so well,

You could be everything 

That I’ve been missing,

I’m coming out of my shell,

And I never do that,

How did you do that?

It feels like I’ve known you my whole life.’

You both looked at each other with pure love and affection, this song reminded you both of yourselves, how everyday you help him learn to very slowly love himself and believe maybe he is allowed to be loved the way you love him, and he helps you grow confident in yourself and realise you also deserved to be loved too, and you both always knew what the other needed without words, finding neither of you could properly relax anymore unless you were cuddling.

For Remus he fell in love with you instantly, he met you through the order, the first time you two met he would stumble over his words as he learned you had managed to predict some of the death eaters attacks saving a few people including fellow members of the order, you radiated such warmth and comfort as you talked to him about your life that night and he did the same leaving his little furry problem alone for now, he even saw Sirius grinning at the two of you, knowing you two instantly clicked and connected. He didn’t need a tarot deck to figure out you both were drawn and comforting to each other.

‘I’m never that good in a crowded room, 

But everything stopped when I first saw you,

You seem like someone I could, 

Be myself with, 

No defences,

Maybe you like me the way I am,’

After Remus had told you about his condition, the full moon after that brought him to tears, because he didn’t expect you to stick around but you had gone above and beyond, helping him to his room, running a bath for him, massaging his shoulders and bandaging any wounds, you even made him some food and a quick drink, you would say it was nothing but to Remus it meant everything, to him it was a sign that you liked him just as he was, and he loved that a lot. It was probably at that moment he fell deeper than he thought possible in love with you.

I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it’s kinda short 

[eveningstar1516]

Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 8

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

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His brothers would always know whenever he went to see her as he’d always come back with a content smile on his face. Deep down, he wished that Y/N could’ve met Cynthia. They would have made great friends as they were the only 2 people who could make him smile like this. Mammon may not have been able to save Y/N, but he swore that he would protect Cynthia, no matter the cost.

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CHAPTER 8 - The Great Pancake Debate (2261 words)

It’s been almost 6 months since you arrived in the Celestial Realm. Needless to say, you are quite certain that these last 6 months have been the craziest and stressful months of your life! When you told Simeon and Luke about you staying here, to say they were ecstatic would be an understatement. Luke jumped for joy and wouldn’t stop rambling about all the fun you were going to have. When you told them about God appointing them to help teach you about the Realm, Luke practically did a double take and it took an hour to calm him. Now you have Simeon teaching you about politics and Luke about how to use your wings and powers. On your second day there, Michael woke you up, or well came to get you as you didn’t get any sleep. Turns out, while the Devildom is constant at night, the Celestial realm is constant day and thanks to the floor to ceiling windows, there was no way for you to stop sunlight from coming in. You were introduced to the council at breakfast. Note to self, the brothers breakfasts are QUIET AND PEACEFUL compared to Archangels off duty. The first thing you saw were 2 angels passionately arguing over which pancake topping was the best, strawberries or blueberries. At some point a third angel cut in claiming chocolate chips were the best and all heaven (would you replace hell with heaven here? idk) broke loose. As for me, I just started chuckling in disbelief while making my way over to pick up a pancake of my own when the angel arguing on behalf of the strawberries saw you.

“Hey kid, what topping do you prefer, strawberries, blueberries, or chocolate chips? It’s strawberries right?”

“Actually, I prefer them plain with maple syrup. Although if Satan was the one making it, I’d go for the one with poison berries. Contrary to their name, they’re not actually poisonous and quite sweet.” All the angels present looked at me with a mix of shock and disbelief, save for Michael who just sat there eating his breakfast hoping to leave soon and get to work.

“Kid, did you say Satan?” The angel arguing on behalf of blueberries asked. “Yeah… Blond hair, teal eyes, Avatar of Wrath, Luci’s son? Ring a bell?” Turning to Michael, blueberry angel asked,

“Micheal, who are they and why are they wearing Lucifer’s old get up?” “This is Y/N. They will be staying here and taking Samael’s spot on the council until their agreement with Father ends and they return to the Devildom. Father has asked us to teach them about how our Realm operates and how to successfully fulfill Samael’s former position flawlessly, unless they want to return now and leave heaven early?” Michael turned towards you with a smirk on his face as he asked the last part.

“Very funny Mike. You and I both know I won’t do that no matter how bad you want me to.”

“What did I say about calling me that?!” Micheal’s smirk turned into something short of a snarl.

“Well, if you won’t take me seriously, neither will I. You want me to call you by your name, earn it and stop being an butt… I meant an butt… Why can’t I swear?!”

“This is the Celestial Realm Y/N. Angels don’t swear.” Michael said smugly over the rim of his cup of coffee.

“God Dang it! Argh! Fudge!. Dang it! Ya know what, forget it, my entire mood is ruined. Thanks Michael!”

“Anytime.”

Shooting Michael one last glare, I sighed and turned to the rest of the baffled angels in the room.

“Yes, what Michael said is true. Stuff happened in the Devildom which I will not get in too-”

“The demon king made Samael kill them.”

“Ok, Mike, first off, he didn’t, I ordered him too, second, I thought I said I didn’t want to talk about it. What gives you the right to tell them huh?”

“I felt like it.”

“You son of a beach.” I turned back to the rest of the angels. “Not a word about it. Anyway, due to some personal issues, I made a deal with Father to stay here on the condition that I take over Lucifer’s spot on the council until he either kicks me out or until our agreement has ended.”

“If I may, when will this agreement of yours be over?” The blueberry angel asked.

“I will be returning to the Devildom once Lord Diavolo has been crowned king and his father is 100% out of the picture. Now if you don’t mind me asking, could you introduce yourselves?” “Oh how rude of us, I’m sorry, I am Gabriel.” Gabriel had chestnut brown medium length hair, reaching shoulders. His eyes were a dull green. He wore a white turtleneck and had a light green shawl with golden tassels. He pointed to the strawberry angel. “This is Raphael and he’s Uriel.” He pointed to the chocolate chip angel. Raphael had long reddish-orange hair put up in a high ponytail. His eyes were a stormy gray. He wore a simple light gray half sleeve with an off the shoulder white cape and little decor. Uriel had short gray hair and golden eyes that almost seemed to sparkle. He wore something that reminded you of an off white scholar's robe with gray accents. “These are Saraqael, and Raguel.” He pointed to 2 of the quieter angels who didn’t participate in “the great pancake debate”. “We make up the Archangel council and we’re happy to have you Y/N.” Gabriel finished off with a smile. You were just barely able to make out a little “Not all of us” from Michael. You decided to ignore it, and then, like all the decisions you’ve ever made, it was the wrong one. Sitting back down you asked,

“So, quick question. What started The Great Pancake Topping debate?”

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Breakfast ended 2 hours later with upset angels, and pancakes, everywhere…

In the Devildom. After they lost Y/N

Levi went straight to his room as soon as they got home. As soon as he closed and locked the door he went straight to Henry’s fishbowl, picked it up and sat in his bathtub, hugging the bowl as he cried. ‘Why do I feel like this?! I only like 2D characters and Ruri-chan, not 3D people. How do I miss them?... Why did they leave me? They were my player 2.’ “Well it makes sense, no one would want to stay with a worthless shut in of an otaku like me” he said to the empty room. Henry 2.0 glubbed a bubble in response. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you Henry?” *Glub* “No you wouldn’t… I miss them.” Levi stayed in his tub hugging Henry 2.0 until he fell asleep.

Present

It was another late night, Levi was bingeing a new anime ‘I fell in love with a 3D girl but I’m afraid she’ll leave me after finding out that I’m an otaku who rarely leaves their room’ . He was halfway through the 9th episode when he got a notification from Mononoke Island. One of his raid mates was stuck and needed some help. He paused his marathon to help his fellow mate and stayed up until the early hours of the morning switching between playing Mononoke and watching his anime. Stumbling into the dining room for breakfast the next morning, he was met with complete silence. Lucifer had left early, Belphie was asleep, Beel was too absorbed in eating, Satan in his book and Asmo on his phone to even notice him enter the room. Mammon was busy in the human world helping out sone witches. Levi sat down in his normal spot, taking whatever was left as he mentally prepared himself for the day. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day at RAD, still dressed in his uniform, Levi left as quickly as he could. There was an anime expo happening in the human realm right now and there was some ultra-rare limited edition Ruri-chan merch being sold there. He had gotten Lucifer’s permission to attend the expo so long as he was back by 11. Existing the portal and making his way to the expo, Levi thought about the last expo he attended with Y/N. They cosplayed as Erin and Levi from Attack on Titan and spent the entire day surrounded by fellow anime nerds. They had also booked a room at a nearby hotel. It was 3 days of bonding time for them. Entering the expo, Levi decided he would get something for them as decor for their headstone put in memory of them in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. Nearing the line for Ruri-chan merch, Levi noticed someone staring intensely at him. He decided to ignore them but keep a loose eye on them, just in case. He got to the front of the line and purchased 4 of the Ruri-chan collection kits. One for use, one for display, one to keep and sell in the future, and one for Y/N. He decided to wander around a little more to see if anything else would catch his eye while he was here. He spotted a Black Butler station and remembered the jokes he and Y/N would crack about Barbatos and Sebastian. He passed a Fate/Stay Night stand and remembered their conversations on which heroic class they would belong to. Levi would have been the perfect Lancer. He passed countless other stalls, each of them holding a memory he made with Y/N. Distracted by his trip down memory lane, Levi forgot all about the person stalking him. He went and purchased some dinner from one of the stalls before sitting down and pulling out his DDD and looked at some pictures of Y/N and him at their last expo. He didn’t look up from his phone until he felt someone sit opposite of him. Levi looked up to see some middle aged man just sitting there on his phone. He didn’t have any food, merch, or even look like someone interested in an anime expo. Feeling an uncomfortable aura emitting from this man, Levi got up and left. He took a quick look over his shoulder and saw that the man wasn’t following him. He left the expo and went down an alleyway to open up a portal back to the Devildom when he accidentally bumped into someone dropping his purchases.

“S-sorry”

“That’s quite alright.” The stranger extended a hand out to let him up. “Say, I’d love to know where you got your uniform from. No schools around here have uniforms like that one.”

Looking up, Levi saw the same man that was watching him with a twisted smile. Masking his fear, he mumbled an excuse about being in a rush and tried to dash around him. Before he could get 2 steps down the alley, the man grabbed him and pushed him further into the alleyway. Levi’s head struck the wall hard leaving him dazed for a moment.

“I didn’t think my intel about finding a RAD attendee at the expo would be true but whaddya know? Seems I caught myself a demon.”

Levi, now more aware of his surroundings, realized he was cornered by a demon hunter. Despite being in an alleyway, there were too many people around for him to do anything rash. Without missing a beat, the hunter pulled out an enchanted dagger aiming straight for Leviathan’s heart. Levi rolled and dogged last minute before colliding into someone’s chest. That person in question wrapped his arms around Levi’s chest and put their own dagger to his throat.

“I know you’re there! Come on out and I might spare your friend's life!” The hunter holding Levi yelled. When no one stepped out, the dagger held by Levi’s neck began pushing on his skin. Levi felt a flare of pain and against his better judgement, transformed. His tail wrapped around hunter 2’s leg and flipped him over while the first hunter charged at him, only to be blown to the ground as a powerful gust of wind knocked him over.

“Jeez Levi, you’re lucky I was here. Seriously, why didn’t ya do somethin’ earlier? Maybe then I wouldn’t have ta save yo ass.” Mammon stepped out from the darkness with a bored look on his face.

“Come on, Lucifer’s waiting for ya back home. LOOK OUT!” Levi turned around just in time to see Hunter number 2 taking a swing at his neck and managed to duck just in time. Mammon then charged over punching the hunter square in the face, knocking him out cold.

“T-thanks M-mammon.”

“No problem. Come on, let’s get ya back home before any more of them show up.”

Stepping through the portal, a question plagued Levi’s mind.

“Mammon, how did you know I was in trouble?”

“Some witches summoned me. I overheard them talk about some hunter group getting a tip about a possible demon being at some expo. Then I realized that it was the same one you were going to, so I decided to go there myself to make sure ya weren’t followed. I’m glad I did too.”

“Th-thank you Mammon. Really.”

“Of course, what are big brothers for. Anyway, about my payment, maybe you can forget about the money I owe ya?”

Groaning, Levi started walking faster, leaving Mammon and his whining behind as he made his way back to the safety of his room.

[shorkbrian]

Mirrors

Prelude - Haha Hi I've never done anything quite like this or this long (like 5k bich) but I am THORSTy and I’ve been sitting on these asks for so long I’m so sorry. ALSO to the ppl sending me the sweet gentle asks about my blog guess what??? I would D I E for you legit I read one of them this morning I almost teared up. I haven’t cried (Except for like (TW) s*ui*ide cry lol those don’t count) since like??? last year?? no joke. 

ANYWHO idk how to write a praise kink so I went with like, insecurity? but then Kiribaku likes makes the reader just melt cause they keep praising her and they bring it out during nasty times and she's GONE yeeted off the earth it makes her so hot and wet lol.

Pairing - Kiribaku X Reader

Prompt - 

Warnings - NSFW!!!! Dirty talk, my best effort at a praise kink, mirror stuff, ummmm mentions of kidnapping. DUB-CON big time, maybe technically even noncon cause reader DOES NOT want it but has just. resigned herself to being a plaything.

Music - https://youtu.be/STO4-8vkG0U 

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“What the fuck did you just say?”

You couldn’t meet Bakugou’s eyes. HIs gaze was so intense, eyes so passionate and fierce. You were so embarrassed, aware of Kirishima’s gaze fixed on your form from where he was seated in the armchair.  

“I-I…….. don’t like it…. when you talk like that….”

“Fuckin’ what?” Bakugou barked, his brows knitting in confusion.  

“What do you mean, baby?” Kiri stood, moving to sit next to Bakugou on the couch so he could see your face.

You wiggled around uncomfortably in your spot on the floor,  where you were kneeling between Bakugou’s feet.  Kirishima had made some comment, something about how pretty you looked being so sweet for Bakugou. You were literally just sitting there, but Kiri thought you worthy of praise

“It’s not true…… I’m not-my body doesn’t look nice and I just….. every time you guys say stuff about me, all I can think of is how bad I look.”  It was hard to choke out the words, your face flushing red as your eyes filled with tears. You were so embarrassed, having to explain your insecurities to your kidnappers. It was bad enough that they dressed you up in slinky outfits, booty shorts and thin shirts that were almost see-through. You hated it, hated the way it made you feel, hated the way it made you look. It was humiliating.

“Well that’s a bunch of bullshit. I don’t go around saying shit unless it’s true.” Bakugou glared down at you. He seemed angry that you would even have that view of yourself, the foot resting on the floor by your hip beginning to tap in agitation. 

Kirishima scooted closer so he could reach you, his hand coming up to stroke your hair. “We mean what we say. You’re beautiful, such a good, obedient little girl for us.”

“No, no - please don’t say that kind of stuff!”  You were getting worked up now, tears falling freely as you hugged your arms around your body. Kirishima shared a look with Bakugou, the two men quickly deciding to drop the conversation and move on to something else.

“Tch, whatever. C’mere”  Bakugou patted his leg, prompting you to shuffle out of your kneeling position and onto his lap. You would rather not, but you knew what resistance would result in, and you’d prefer not having to nurse a sore bottom and mild burns for the next few days. Bakugou wrapped an arm loosely around your waist, tugging you closer to him on his lap. Kiri still petted your hair, pressed up against the blond man’s side as he smiled at you.

“It’s fine baby, calm down. Maybe one day you’ll see what we see.” Without leaving any room for you to argue, Kirishima planted a quick smooch on your forehead before rising from the couch. “Do you two have any preferences for dinner? I was thinking we could order something from that yakisoba place, remember Bakugou? The one Mina recommended.”

“Yeah, go for it. They have any spicy shit?”

Tuning them out, you swiped at your tears, trying to reel yourself back into a steady emotional state. You feel so weak these days, both physically and emotionally. Being held captive by the two men had worn you down, made you prone to teary outbursts. You held no control - your daily routine dictated by the men from the first day they had snatched you from your home. You were reluctant to obey, had even fought them at first, but you quickly realized it was easier (and less painful) to just do what they wanted.  

Fighting was useless.

——

Weeks had passed since your little outburst. Unfortunately, Bakugou and Kirishima weren’t willing to give up praising you every chance they got.  You had an inkling suspicion that they had upped the amount of comments they made about you ever since that day, enjoying watching you squirm and your face go bright red. It made you blush, yes. Made your heart beat a little faster, made you flounder for words if you were in the middle of speaking. But you just felt….. shame when they praised you. 

They lauded you for your obedience, how compliant you were for them. Kiri would ask you to sit down and wait at the table while he answered the door (“don’t make a sound baby.”), and you did. Bakugou would have you sit in his lap while playing video games, and you tried you’re best not to squirm. It made you almost feel sick inside, how quickly you had adjusted to being their “good girl”. You just wanted to please, didn’t want them angry at you.

What really made you blush was when they would strip you down, bend you over the nearest surface. They’d be fucking into you, fondling your body while whispering compliments in-between kisses. You never felt “beautiful” nor “delicious”, no matter how many times they told you otherwise. It was especially humiliating when one of them would take you on the bed, the other watching. You always wanted to hide, shield away your body from their prying eyes, but they never let you.

You just didn’t get it, didn’t understand what they saw when they looked at you. Staring into the bathroom mirror, all you saw were your imperfections, your insecurities.  It was shameful, pathetic. You felt entirely unworthy of the attention and love you were being showered with.

——

The boys had seemed more… energetic today, Kirishima almost seeming to bounce with each step, Bakugou smiling gently at you. It made you nervous. It made you even more nervous when Bakugou took his leave, giving both you and Kirishima a quick peck on the lips before going out the door. It was a weekend, and you knew that both men didn’t have work today. You tried asking Kirishima where Bakugou was going, but all you got out of him was a laugh and “Don’t worry about it! He’s gonna do a little bit of shopping.”

Well, at least that eased your mind a tiny bit.

You didn’t have much time to dwell on it though, Kirishima herding you into the basement.  It was the their home gym, filled with weights and machines that kept the two men strong and fit, and you weren’t usually allowed down there. If you were, it was because both of the men were present, and they could watch you while they worked out (you knew that they liked showing off for you, even if they didn’t admit it.).

But today Kiri wasn’t going down there to work out. Once the two of you made it down the steps, Kiri was pulling an exercise bench over, instructing you to lay down on it, belly up.  You did what he said.

“‘Kay, I’m gonna go upstairs to get some stuff. I want your shorts off by the time I get back, alright baby?”

You nodded.

Sighing, you shimmied your shorts down as he left. You never had to worry about underwear - they never let you wear it unless you were on your period. You knew vaguely what direction this was going in, and had already resigned yourself to getting fucked silly by the redhead. It was practically useless trying to resist.

When he came back, you were surprised. He had rope and…… a Hitachi. That was new. In the short time you’d been living with them, you had gotten used to their habits when they fucked you. Neither man was too interested in toys,  preferring to stimulate you manually, so this was an unwelcome surprise.

“Mmhm, you look so sexy baby.” Kiri kneeled down next to you, before peeling apart your thighs. He grinned at you, shark teeth flashing, before snatching up the Hitachi wand, pressing it directly against your pussy. You didn’t like where this is going. 

He didn’t turn it on, instead reaching for the rope that he had brought down. The redhead began wrapping it around your thighs, lifting your legs to encircle them with the rope. It took a few minutes, which were tense, silent as you watched him work.  He made sure to also circle the rope around your hands and torso, anchoring your arms by your side. When Kiri was finished, you were trapped, unable to move your legs, to even simply part them an inch. The Hitachi wand was still directly on your pussy, snug and unmoving. It rubbed against your clit, making you bite your lip at the delicious friction.  Kirishima gave you a flashy smile, turning to ruffle your hair. Distantly you noticed he didn’t have a shirt on.

“Alright babe, we’re gonna have some fun while we wait for Katsuki. You know what this is?” He tapped the wand nestled between your legs.

“It’s…. It’s a vibrator.” You managed, throat suddenly dry.

Kirishima seemed to beam even brighter. “Yeah! I’m gonna turn it on, let you have your fun. But you gotta tell me before you cum, okay? Think you can do that?”

A quick nod from you and the vibrator buzzed to life between your legs, Kirishima not in the mood to dawdle. Your back arched off the bench at the sensation, the pleasure quick and intense. Kirishima stayed kneeling beside you, watching you writhe as he changed the speed of the wand. 

It didn’t take long for you to cry out, “Kirishima, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. It made your shirt stick to your chest, accentuate the heaving of your breasts as panted. Right before you orgasmed though, Kiri flipped the off switch, the vibrations cutting off and leaving you hanging. Your eyes shot open, confusion furrowing you’re brow.

“Wha-Kiri? What?”

The redhead smirked, pressing a hand to your tummy to prevent you from moving against the wand, desperate for more stimulation, desperate to orgasm.

“Not yet baby, not yet.”

He patted your stomach soothingly as you stared up at him in confusion. You had been so close! Why have you tell him when you’re going to cum, only to rip that away from you??

A minute passed, then two, Kirishima still rubbing his big hand across your tummy. It was meant to be soothing, a soft gesture, but it only heated your skin, made pleasure thrum in your veins. When you had sufficiently calmed down, chest no longer heaving, Kiri reached down and flicked the wand back on, chuckling at the way you desperately ground against the rounded head of the toy.

“Mm, desperate little baby, aren’t you?” He was kissing your neck, letting his tongue slip out to lick at the skin there.  It set you on fire. Reaching the high of orgasm came even quicker this time, spurred on by your movements and determination to cum. If you didn’t tell Kirishima when you were about to, he wouldn’t be able to stop you. So you stayed silent, circling your hips as best you could, leaning into the hot kisses being pressed to your throat.

All of a sudden, the vibrator clicked off, Kirishima’s hand on your tummy once again.

“Thought you could get away with that one? You’re so cute.”

You felt like screaming, yelling out your frustration. He knew your body too well, could feel the hitch in your breath as you prepared to orgasm, felt your fingers tighten, clenching around nothing. He had stopped the vibrator right as you were beginning to feel it, the wave of pleasure. It was frustrating.

You could hardly believe you were thinking this, but you couldn’t wait for Bakugou to get back.

——

It was torture, having your orgasm slip away from you time after time. Kirishima was having fun, groping your chest, leaving sloppy kisses along your neck and collarbone. He liked seeing you struggle, almost at the point of begging and pleading with him in your need to cum.

He had been edging you for a while now, you didn’t even know how many orgasms he had yanked you away from. Kiri had just stopped you once more, turning the vibrator off and holding you still /right/ as you felt yourself letting go. You wanted to scream, on the verge of tears. But then Kirishima was glancing at his phone, stuffing it in his pocket before standing so he could untie you from the bench.

“Bakugou’s back, we’re gonna go see what he brought home for us!”

You could barely think straight, wincing when Kiri removed the vibrator pressing up against your pussy. You were drenched, pussy wet and red and puffy, your own slick covering your thighs. Kirishima helped you to your feet, guiding you into your shorts. You were too out of it to do much, simply letting the man guide and push and lift your body as he pleased. When he pressed up against you to pull your shorts snug over your hips, you felt his bulge through his shorts, poking you in the stomach.  You suppose he’d been waiting for relief too, just the same as you.

Kirishima helped you totter up the basement stairs, then guided you towards the bedroom, hand on your waist. You stumbled through the door, eyes immediately focusing on the giant mirror leaned up against the wall. How had Bakugou even gotten it through the door?  

“Damn Kiri, you’re really worked up.”

Bakugou was sitting on the bed, unlacing his shoes. Kirishima chuckled, hand leaving your waist so he could go sit beside the blonde.

“Me and her both man. Had to hold myself back, she was making such raunchy sounds.”

Their attention turned to you, both men smirking as they eyed you, Kirishima still with a prominent tent in his shorts.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ bet.”  Bakugou smirked. 

Kirishima stood, stepping languidly around you until he was at your back, broad chest pressing up against you.

“I mean, look at this -“ a hand cupped your mound, making you jump. You were still sensitive from being denied so many times, even the slightest touch had you twitching. “ - she’s fucking dripping.”

It was true, the crotch of your shorts soaked with your juices. Kiri rubbed his index finger against the seam, pressing it up and against your clit. You shuddered, hand flying up at grasp onto his arm. It felt so good, you hated his touch, didn’t want his hands on you, but oh, your body liked it.

Kirishima pushed you forward, fingers still teasing you through your wet shorts.  You gasped when you were pushed face first into the bed, bent at the waist.  A hot, blunt hardness rubbed up against you, Kiri’s hand still cupping your mound.

“You’re being such a good little bitch, letting us do whatever the fuck we want to your stupid little cunt.” 

You lifted your eyes, saw Bakugou smirking down at you as you were rocked gently by the force of Kiri’s humping. The blond was palming himself over his jeans, but your attention was quickly shifted when you felt your shorts getting ripped down, off your body.

“Step out.” You obeyed. Kirishima was hungry, lustful - voice deeper and serious now - no trace of his signature lightheartedness. He always got like this this when he was excited.  Your head was wrenched to the side, cheek mashed against the bedspread, large hand pressing and holding you in place. Belatedly, you recognized you were facing the mirror leaned against the wall, could see Kirishima’s bulk behind you, his shorts already pulled down to reveal his hard cock. If you hadn’t taken it before, you would be scared. He was thick, blunt and girthy - not to mention a considerable length. The tip was flushed red, almost purple, shiny with leaked precum and almost swollen. 

“Look at yourself in the mirror baby, you see that? How nice you look, all obedient and ready to take my cock? Such a good, sweet little girl.”

You looked so tiny compared to the redhead, the man having to bend his knees slightly to rub the head of his cock against your pussy. You tried not to moan when he focused it on your clit, rubbing it rapidly over the nub.  “Kiri - please……Aah! Let me - lemme cum..” You whined.

“God, you’re so perfect, you know that?” He breathed out a laugh, still rubbing the head of his blunt cock over your clit, hand still forcing your head to the side, making you watch his movements. You almost wanted to cry - being teased and denied for so long. You just wanted to cum, wanted to get this over quickly so you could go shower. 

Normally seeing yourself in a mirror was something you’d try to avoid, not favoring the way you looked. But now, you were mesmerized, watching through the reflection the way Kirishima’s red cock pulsed as he finally, finally slipped it into your opening. You choked on a moan as he slowly stretched you out, feeding inch after inch of his wide cock into you. In the mirror, you saw him tip his head back, groaning low in his throat when he finally bottomed out, fat balls pressed flush against you.

 “Fuck, oh god, feels so good. You’re so good, can feel your pretty little pussy trying to milk me.” He leaned down, warm chest plastered across your back as he whispered in your ear. 

“You really want this, don’t you? Such a gorgeous baby, so sexy and hot and  perfect.”

The man didn’t start out slowly, he never did. He was aggressive, unrelenting as he thrust his fat cock into you over and over. Your legs were shaking, the pleasure making you weak-kneed, your tongue lolling out of your open mouth, unable to quiet your moans. Kirishima’s pace was frenzied, excited, animalistic as he chased his own pleasure, the sound of his skin slapping against your own filling the room. It was incredible.

His dick hit all the right spots, pressing you closer and closer to your orgasm. If he didn’t let you cum this time you were going to cry.  Your could hear the lecherous, sinful sounds of your pussy squelching, milky juices getting everywhere. It coated his dick, was covering your thighs. You could feel drops of wetness being flicked everywhere on every thrust, the wet, fast slaps of his thighs against you making your stomach clench even harder.  The hand in your hair pulled up slightly, wrenching your head back in order for Kiri to give your a quick, desperate kiss - full of teeth and spit. He had hardly detached from your lips before he was mouthing at your back, spitting out filth as he did so.

“Shit, I love you so much. Wish I could be inside you all time - see how easily your body takes me? You were made for this, such a filthy little baby. Always look so tempting, always wanna fuck you, fill you up, make you squirt.” 

His words were getting to you, as you were forced to watch him pounding into you, hips snapping and tensing in an animalistic fashion. It was too much - the pleasure, his crude words, the visual of seeing yourself getting fucked, worshipped. Your eyes closed, clenching shut as you moaned over a particularly satisfying thrust. Kiri didn’t like that. The hand not holding your head against the bed slipped underneath you, immediately finding your clit, pinching at it viciously.

“Open your eyes, keep watching or else I stop.”

You wailed, eyes flying open. Kirishima was smiling, still kissing sloppily at your back as he began playing with your clit.

“You always look so tasty, can’t tell you - Fuck! - how many times I think about fucking your brains out during the day - shit, you’re so good for me.”

HIs hips stuttered as he rammed forward, signaling he was close. He wasn’t the only one - your hands clawing at the bedspread, your hips moving and twitching as you tried to grind yourself against his hand, his cock slamming into you.  His big hand rubbed you just right, and it sent a pang of sizzling pleasure trough your body.  A broken cry left you as you finally orgasmed, hot, shaking, senseless. Thank god.

The wild twitching of your pussy as you rode out your high triggered Kirishima’s own orgasm, the man burying his face between your shoulder blades as his own hips twitched wildly, humping his cock into you as he released his seed.  He was cursing, saying something, but it was muffled by the skin he caught between his teeth, making you squeal as you felt hot cum shoot into you. It took a minute for the man to slow down, thrusting through his orgasm and into the aftershocks, milking and prolonging both of your pleasure. It felt so good, so right. You were so high from the endorphins that you couldn’t even think to remember how wrong this was, how you didn’t want any of it.

Pulling out, Kirishima watched his cum begin dripping out of your cunt, pushing himself away from your back as he stood, chest heaving, body glistening with sweat. You were barely able to keep yourself up, still bent over the bed, legs wobbly and arms jelly. A separate set of hands pulled you to the side, and you let yourself be manhandled, pulled and situated in Bakugou’s lap, his chest to your back.

You had forgotten about Bakugou.

His jeans were off, along with his boxers. His shirt was gone too, thrown somewhere on the floor. The blond ripped at the shirt still plastered to your chest, the fabric giving in easily to his strength. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as it shredded right through the middle, freeing your tits. It’s not like it hid anything anyways.

“Jesus, that was so fuckin’ hot, watching Kiri pound into you like that. Look at yourself, leaking everywhere like a damn hose. You like having Kiri’s cum sliding out of your soggy little cunt?” 

His chin hooked over your shoulder and he directed your gaze forward. 

There was another mirror.

It was leaned up against the far wall, allowing you a perfect view of your sweaty, debauched body as Bakugou spread you legs, hooking your knees over his own so he could force your thighs even further apart. Oh god.

He was hard as a rock, moving your body around on his lap so his dick pressed up against the outside of your pussy, cum still escaping from your hole. You were exhausted, body limp and pliant - you didn’t know if you could go another round.

Bakugou didn’t care.

A harsh slap had you crying out, a sharp “Ah!”  Filling the room. Bakugou slapped your slit again, and you tried to curl in on yourself, protect yourself from the abuse on your sensitive pussy. The blond slithered a hand around your chest, reaching up to grip your throat lightly.

“Stop that. Fucking look at this shit. See how sloppy your pussy is? Everytime I do this - “ He delivered another quick slap, and you writhed on his lap, which caused you to push against the hard cock nestled between your thighs. “ - You let more cream out.”

Without saying anything more, Bakugou shoved the hand not around your throat under your thigh, lifting you up just enough so he could slip his dick into you. HIs cock was less girth than Kirishima’s - it was  about the same length but a more manageable size. He had been jacking off while watching Kiri fuck you, so his length was already coated in a layer of his spit and precum. That, combined with the cum already drenching your insides,  meant he met virtually no resistance as he thrust up slowly.

You writhed, the hand at your throat and at your thigh keeping you steady in his lap. Kirishima was on the floor, leaning his back against the bed as he watched the two of you in the mirror, still panting and calming down from his intense orgasm. 

There wasn’t any time to adjust, to ask Bakugou to wait, you’re too sensitive to go again! He was more relaxed than Kirishima, more controlled and languid in his thrusting. He rolled his hips, bouncing you gently in his lap as he forced you to keep your head straight, despite your efforts to turn away from the mirror showing your own reflection. You looked absolutely filthy - face flushed, tits bouncing, Bakugou’s hard cock drilling into you. You couldn’t help but moan, the sight stirring up something, some heated feeling inside your tummy.You liked watching them fuck you.

“Goddamn, every single time feels so fucking good. Shit, shit shit shit - it’s like you were made for us!”

He sounded so gleeful, so truthful. You unconsciously clenched around his length, feeling tingly as his thrusts ground deep, hit every single spot that made a sweet zing of  bliss race through your body.

“Ah, ah fuck, you finally get it? You see what we’re fuckin’ on about when we say you look so damn delicious? Shit, I wanna take a bite outta you, so juicy and ripe and fucking perfect.”

Bakugou was out of breath, his voice deep as he growled at you.  You grabbed at the arm around your chest, his thighs, his hair - anything to anchor yourself as his balls papped against you. You could hear someone moaning, whining and sobbing, was that you?

Kirishima had recovered, moving to kneel between Bakugou’s and your own spread legs. “Bakugou, you two look so good together.” That seemed to spur the blond on, his thrusts speeding up as he grunted. You screamed when you felt  a wet muscle swip at your clit, looking down to see Kirishima grinning up at you, his tongue hanging out. On each thrust, he was licking at Bakugou’s cock, and then at your clit right above him, making you wiggle and spasm as you tried to escape the intense sensation.

“Kiri, Kir- stop! Stop, please I can’t! Stop, stop stop stop!”

You were pushing at his head, albeit weakly, but you were trying to move him away, becoming frantic as the combined efforts of the two men overwhelmed you, had you throwing your head back against Bakugou’s shoulder and gasping. Bakugou snickered, before plunging his tongue into your open mouth, stealing a kiss. You whined, scrabbling at his arms, Kirishima’s hair, trying to get away but simultaneously trying to bring the two of them closer. It felt so /good/, you didn’t even have the words to describe how heavenly and lascivious and filthy you were feeling. 

“Hah, you’re so wet, you hear yourself? Sloppy girl. Taking me so well, shit, so goddamn good.”

You could indeed, hear yourself. On every thrust of Bakugou’s, your pussy squelched, greedily sucking him in. It was absolutely filthy, hearing your juices and Kiri’s cum sloshing together as Bakugou shoved his cock into you, again and again. You could hear Kirishima slurping at your cunt with fervor, could tell by the slick sounds and rhythmic movement of his arm that he was frantically jerking himself off as he lapped at the point where Bakugou’s hot flesh met your own.  It was hot, not only in temperature. 

“C’mon baby, let it out, let me taste you. Wanna see you clenching around Katsuki’s cock like the good, sweet little girl you are.”

Kirishima’s words hand you reeling, and the second his lips went back to attacking your clit, you were gone. It almost hurt, how tense your muscles became, squeezing an agonizingly delicious orgasm out of you. Bakugou felt you release, his thrusts speeding up as Kirishima kept his tongue out, laving at Bakuguo’s cock as he hammered into your clenching cunt. You were crying, twisting In Bakugou’s hold as you were quickly overstimulated, shrieking as you were left with no respite.

It didn’t take long for Bakugou to cum, spurred on by your writhing and tears, the way you were begging and pleading and sobbing, imploring the men to stop. With a guttural moan, the blond gave on last thrust, shooting his seed into you, hot ropes of cum filling you up. Kirishima was still licking around Bakugou’s cock, catching the cum and slick that squeezed it’s way past the cock plugging you up.

You shivered, relaxing against the hard chest behind you as Kirishima eventually stopped lapping at you, his own arm still. He had cum again at some point, pumping his cock into his own fist. Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss behind your ear, panting hotly against the shell.

“Fuuuuuck-“ he whined out “- that was amazing.”

“Mhmm.” Kiri hummed his agreement, slowly standing. The redhead flopped down on the bed, crawling up to sprawl out on one side, head resting against a pillow. Bakugou slipped out of you with no warning, your sudden gasp as you felt wet drip out of you making him chuckle. He maneuvered your lax body onto the bed, next to Kirishima, before pressing himself up behind you, trapping your body between the two men. You were too tired to feel gross, to mind the wet slide of your thighs as you shifted into a more comfortable position. Kirishima threw an arm around your waist, leaning up on his elbow to hover over and across you, stealing a kiss from Bakugou. Then he was stealing one from you, wet mouth connected to your own. 

You didn’t fight.

When he flopped back down, you breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like you could finally relax as the two men stayed silent, all three of you exhausted, fucked out. 

This was only the tip of the ice berg. 

If you knew how often and intensely the men intended to fuck you near the mirrors, you would probably pass out. They just wanted to show you what they saw in you. It had been two of the strongest orgasms you had experienced in a while, but there was no way you’d admit it was because of their praising and insistence  on making you watch yourself getting railed by them.

For now, you let yourself drift into a comfortable doze, let the heat of the two bodies caging you in keep you warm, keep you trapped.

Why bother fighting? 

There was no escape.

[blazedgraysons]

Love Don’t Cost A Thing

Grayson buys you a car, Twitter stans are mean, and Grayson’s really good at making you feel better. 

A/N: this is part 1 of fics I wrote a month ago, forgot about and finally finished. this started out as a simple fluff and idk what happened. also let’s pretend that Grayson still has a wrapped porsche because I could totally see him wanting to match. 

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: horribly written smut and a lot ofme pretending I know about nice cars

God, some bitches will do anything for clout nowadays.

Honestly, when will Gray wake up and realize she’s just with him for his money?

What a fucking gold-digger.

Gold-digger.

That word rings around your head as you continue to scroll through the replies from Grayson’s latest tweet, each one nastier than the last. You sniffle, wiping your tears and locking your phone, before turning to look at your boyfriend through the bedroom window. He’s outside talking to Ethan excitedly over a car, not just any car but a 2021 Porsche 911. A car he bought just for you.

He had approached you earlier this afternoon with a broad grin. As easily excitable as he is, this didn’t feel out of the ordinary to you, so you simply raise an eyebrow while continuing to sip your coffee.

“Are you finished with your final yet, Y/N ?” He whispers out of caution that you might still be testing.

“Two more questions, then I’m all yours baby. What’s wrong?” A sense of worry washes over you since you know he wouldn’t interrupt you unless it’s crucial. He’d grown accustomed to your new routine since the pandemic began. After asking (begging) for you to quarantine with him, he soon realized that the time he thought you two would spend together was taken up by quizzes, essays, and exams as you finished up your senior year of college. While he was more than willing to take second-place to your studies, he was a little antsy for you to be finished.

“Nothing. I just wanted to show you something out in the shed.” Now, this you do roll your eyes at. While you were occupied with studies, he was out in that godforsaken tiny shed almost every day. Secretly, you were glad Ethan had foregone the bed idea because that was the only thing getting him to come to bed to you every night. You assure you’ll be out in a few minutes and shoo him away to finish the test that will ensure your bachelors.

Only twenty minutes later, you feel as if a crushing weight has been lifted off of your shoulders. You crack your neck before sighing and closing your laptop, elated that the four years of your undergrad were finally behind you. You pull out your phone before remembering your promise to Grayson. You walk out the back kitchen doors and turn the corner, not expecting what was behind it.

Your mouth drops. Sitting in front of you is a shiny, white Porsche complete with a giant red bow on the hood. Your boyfriend sits on top of the back seats, dressed in a blue button-down and black slacks. Grayson’s beaming as he holds a bouquet of roses out towards you. You try to think of something, willing anything to come to your brain, but shock leaves you speechless so you start tearing up instead.

Grayson, mistaking your tears for anger or sadness, is by your side in a minute.

“Angel, what’s wrong? Do you not like it? I wanted to wrap it to match mine, but Ethan said it was a bad idea. But- but we can always go to the dealer and switch it out if you don’t like it or I can -“ He stammers, immediately worried that he had disappointed you. You cut him off with a deep kiss, relieving any worry that was flying through his brain as he grabs your waist to hold you closer.

“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. Everything’s perfect. But why?” You question.

“Well, I wanted to do something special for you since you finished school today. And since we can’t travel anywhere, I figured this was the next best thing. You’ve worked so hard these past four years, Angel; I just wanted to show you how proud I am of you and how much I love you.” He explains, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Your heart melts at this. While you had expected maybe a five-star dinner and hopefully some marathon sex, you had no idea your boyfriend would do something so extravagant for you. Never in your wildest dreams did you believe someone would care for you like this, and adoration begins to fill your entire being.

“Grayson, I- I don’t know what to say.” You’re astounded, and every time you look at the car, you’re speechless again.

“Hopefully that you like it. It was kind of expensive.” He jokes, now reassured that your silence is a good thing and not out of anger. You swat his chest before wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss. Just as his hands start to slip towards your ass, you pull away from him.

“Thank you, Grayson. For the car, for letting me stay here, for everything. I don’t deserve you-“

“Don’t start with that.” He cuts you off, leaning in so your foreheads are touching, “You do plenty for me, and if we’re honest, I don’t deserve you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, funny. There’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for you, and you can’t change that.” Before you can even respond, you notice Ethan making his way out through the back door.

“Yo, what are you two still doing out here? Don’t you have reservations at six?” He yells out, towel over his shoulder and obviously not expecting the two of you to be interrupting his future tanning session. You turn back to your boyfriend, confused as Grayson sighs exasperatedly and looks up to the sky.

“I haven’t told her about that yet, dickhead.” Grayson yells back to his brother.

“Well, can you hurry up? I want to lay out for a bit, and the weather app says it’s supposed to rain at four.” Ethan asks. You can’t help but giggle, knowing Ethan’s just oblivious to the very intimate moment you and Grayson were having. Grayson huffs, annoyed that his brother is ruining his plan before turning to you.

“I booked us reservations at Il Cielo.” Your eyes widen at the mention of your favorite restaurant.

“But how? It’s been booked for weeks. We couldn’t even get in for my birthday.” You question.

“The owner’s daughters are fans, so I promised a couple pictures tonight in order to get a table. Now go get dressed, we can take your car if you want.” He explains. Images of you two dressed up while Grayson drives the new Porsche fills your mind and you slightly shiver. Grayson, raising an eyebrow to your reaction, leans down for another kiss with you. Right when Grayson’s tongue enters your mouth is when you hear the fake-retching coming from the other twin.

“Bro, go away!” Grayson groans, holding you closer to him. You’re both leaned up against the car as you turn to watch the interaction between the two siblings.

“Fine. But first, let me get a picture of the happy couple. You’d kill me if you didn’t get to flex how good of a boyfriend you are.” He says, grabbing his phone. Grayson moves to argue, but you silence him, posing for the camera instead. You both smile, looking happier and more in love with each other then you’ve ever been. And you can’t help smiling wider when you see the tag and pictures on Twitter.

It only took a few minutes before the hate comments started flooding in. You had set your phone down for a quick shower but returned to notification after notification. It was non-stop dm’s, tweets, and even responses to IG photos from 2016 about how you weren’t good enough for Grayson, how you were just using him, and how he would eventually find someone better.

Usually, you could just ignore it, turn your phone off and turn a blind eye to the negativity spewed at you. But you were already emotionally overwhelmed, and you couldn’t help the small part of you that agreed. What had you done to deserve a man who could drop thousands of dollars on you at a whim? You weren’t impressive, weren’t an influencer or a model, just an average girl who managed to catch his eye.  

Your phone screen starts to blur as tears form in your eyes. You try to stop the burning feeling in your throat. Still, fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks onto the screen as you start sniffling, falling victim to your deepest insecurities. You were so caught up in yourself that you hadn’t even noticed Grayson making his way down the hall.

“Y/N, are you almost ready? We have to leave for the restaurant soon.” He yells towards his room, making his way to you before noticing your sobs. You look up at him before sniffling again, feeling sorry that he had to see you like this.

“What's wrong, Angel?” He asks gently, moving to sit next to you on the edge of the bed. He wraps an arm around your bare shoulder, careful not to move the towel you had wrapped around you from your shower.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready.” You attempt to reassure, moving to wipe the tears from your eye. You wince, noticing how unbelievable you sound even to yourself, and you can already tell Grayson is unconvinced.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” He asks. You nod, not meeting his eyes, looking down at your lap instead. He softly grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his intense stare. “So, what’s wrong?”

“God, it’s really nothing. Some fans on Twitter had just tweeted me some stuff and -“ Before you could even finish, he’s grabbing his phone to look at the replies, nostrils flaring as he reads what fans had mentioned you in.

“It’s honestly nothing, G. I was just being overdramatic.” You promise, wanting to drop it at this point and continue with the perfect day you two were having.

He’s silent for a second, which worries you more than anything since he always has something to say. You rub his thigh, trying to comfort him before he grabs your hand.

“You know none of that is true. There is no one better, never will be. My future begins and ends with you.” He whispers, sounding even more hurt than you. You stare at him widely, dumbfounded at the bold confession Grayson just dropped on you. Taking your silence as disbelief, he moves your hand towards his mouth so he can start kissing your wrist.

“Believe me when I say, Y/N, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. “ He growls, dropping your wrist to move in front of you. “What can I do to get that through your head?”

With that, he grabs your head roughly, bringing you into a hot kiss. You immediately whimper, wrapping your hands around his neck to pull him closer to you. His tongue slides against yours desperately as he rips your towel off you, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder.

You pull away from each other, panting with desire and trying to catch your breath as Grayson goes down to suck warm, wet kisses onto your neck.

Moaning his name, you move to unbutton his shirt shakily while he continues to move down your neck to your chest. You shrug his shirt off before scratching your nails down his chest as he takes one nipple into his mouth.

Twirling the other nipple in his fingers, you arch into him before he’s switching to the other one and repeating this process. He continues like that for a while until you moan and whimper underneath him, trying to grind up into his lap.

“Grayson, please. Touch me.” You mewl, hips bucking when he drags a finger through your slit. Grayson sucks the mess off his finger before looking down at you darkly, hazel eyes turning a deep brown. He kneels down, spreading your legs and placing his large hands on your hips to hold you down. He places soft, open mouth kisses on the apex of your thighs and meets your gaze before speaking again -

“Mine. You’ll always be mine. Nothing can change that.” He promises. You clench around nothing, feeling like you could cum just from his words of reassurance. He notices how you react and sharply inhales.

“Fuck, so pretty.” He breaths out, and you’re not even sure you’re supposed to hear that, watching Grayson lose himself in the desire to express how deep his love runs for you.

He spreads your lips apart with two fingers before licking at your clit softly. He licks it again before pulling you towards him with a long, slow lick watching as you fall apart.

You already knew this was going to take no time on your end, but watching his intense gaze on you causes you to produce more and more wetness, to the point where you feel like you’re leaking onto the mattress.

He stops at your clit, circling it a few times with his tongue before taking it into his mouth. He suckles on it, watching as you fall back onto the mattress with a high pitch whine.

“Grayson.” You moan shakily, moving to get closer to his mouth.

You start rolling your hips onto his face, grabbing your tits to ground yourself somehow. Your moaning consistently now, not knowing how else to convey how good he’s making you feel other than with high-pitched sounds.

He places his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer to him, and starts making out with your pussy, savoring every sweet drop that comes out of you. He sucks harder before pulling back and rubbing at your clit with two fingers.

“So good, Angel. Perfect for me.” He gasps, lips swollen and red. His mouth is dripping, and he shakily runs a hand through his hair before diving back in.

He focuses on your clit this time, sucking hard while reaching to slide two fingers inside of you. He drags them back and forth, feeling you clenching down hard on him.

“Grayson, I’m so close.” You moan, getting louder and louder as he continues to flood your body with pleasure. He sucks on your clit even harder before dragging his fingers against a specific spot, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed with white-hot pleasure. You scream as your orgasm rolls through you in shockwaves, simultaneously pulling away and trying to get closer to him.

He doesn’t take his mouth off you and groans loudly at how your pussy pulsates in his mouth. He notices he’s grinding in the air and presses a palm down to relieve some of the pressure in his pants.

You lay there with an arm over your eyes, taking ragged breaths trying to calm yourself down. Grayson finally removes himself from you and goes up to lay next to you, stroking your hair and moving your arm so you can look at him.

“Never has a man ever made me cum that hard.” You mutter. He laughs at that before he turns to kiss you softly, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue. His kissing grows sloppier and sloppier until he’s slotting himself in between your thighs.

You reach down to unbutton his pants and pull them and his briefs down as far as you can until he leans back to remove them altogether.

He gets back in position, kissing you some more while his rock-hard cock brushes up against your thigh. He grinds into you as you pull away from him.

“Gray?”

“Yeah.” he murmurs hotly, continuing to grind into you.

“Fuck me, please.” You purr.

He breathes shakily and lines up with you, rolling his hips into you slowly. You both moan at the first thrust, his guttural and deep and yours high-pitched and whiny. He slowly grinds into you one, two, three times before picking up and thrusting into you properly.

He grabs one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder, allowing him to reach inside you deeper. He speeds up, overwhelming you with the relentless snap of his hips.

“Grayson.” you cry as he reaches down to rub your clit. He groans, unsure whether to look at your aroused eyes, your bouncing tits, or how effortlessly his dick enters and leaves your pussy. He tries to look at all three before groaning, “So fucking hot, Y/N.” He leans down to kiss and suck at your neck before growling in your ear, “Don’t give a fuck what anyone says. You’re so perfect for me. So wet and tight.”

At this point, he’s speaking incoherently. So overwhelmed by how well you’re taking him that he’s saying anything and everything that comes to his brain. That doesn’t stop his words from going directly to your clit, and you moan loudly at his words, begging for him to fuck you harder.

He does as asked, and it isn't until he leans down to kiss you again that you feel your second orgasm hit you like a freight train. You cry out while you dig sharp nails into his back, riding out your orgasm as he continues to pound into you. His thrusts stutter as you clamp down on him like a vice. He continues to roll his hips while cursing lowly into your ear.

“Cum for me, G. Please. I need it.” You whisper while scratching lightly up his back, hoping this will edge him on to finish. Sure enough, his hips stutter as his dick swells before hotly cumming inside you.  He groans out loudly, rocking his hips slowly into you before coming to a complete stop. He lays down on top of you, grabbing a blanket to cover the two of you.

You run your hands through his hair as he softly kisses your forehead.

“I love you, no matter what. Don’t listen to Twitter.” He confirms, sleepily. You hum in agreement, kissing his neck as a response.

“I love you more.”

You both are quiet, the silence lulling you to sleep before Grayson is rapidly jerking himself out of you. You look at his wild expression, concerned.

“Fuck, I forgot about our reservations.”

[nagichi-boop]

Friday Night Funkin’ Tips

Hello, I’m bored. So imma make a list of FNF tips for anyone who wants to play or is playing but is struggling. If someone as awful as me can complete every level on hard mode, so can you!!

(Btw, this is just how I’ve come to get decent at the game, so these tips might not work for you. Also, I’m not one of those legends that can do perfect runs on hard mode. I think me completing all the songs on hard was partially luck based.)

1. Hand positioning

Okay, this is gonna sound weird, but I think most people assume the best way to play is by using one hand on either WASD or the arrow keys. I used to do this, but it made hitting up and down very difficult because my middle finger had to hop between up and down, and on faster songs that’s really difficult.

BUT what if I told you that it’s much easier to use two hands? If you use your left hand on WASD to do left and down and use your right hand on the arrow keys for up and right, you might find it easier to hit the notes and you won’t get as confused since each hand only needs to control two buttons. It’ll take a bit of getting used to, but try it!

2. Do the tutorial

I know this sounds weird, but it’ll help you get used to the mechanics of the game. Also, if you kick it up to hard mode, it gives you a difficult sequence to do right at the end, which might help you if you can get it down. I’m not saying play the tutorial until you get it perfect, just once should probably work. But if you ever need to practice what I have decided to call a “note gradient” (where it is a row of the four notes one after the other), then try hard mode.

3. Choosing the difficulty

So I’ve heard some people say that for each week, you should start on easy, then hop up to normal, then to hard. Idk if I’m just impatient but I didn’t really follow this method. I usually jumped straight to hard and just played it over and over again (more on that in a second). If you want to do it in a progressive way, maybe skip easy and just go to normal (unless you are really struggling) because easy might be too...well, easy. Normal gives you a good sense of the beats of the song, so it might help you when you move up to hard.

4. Practice makes perfect

I know, this one sucks. But repetition is actually very helpful for this game. As I said before, I’m impatient so I often just jumped straight into hard mode. It was annoying to do at first because I’d lose really quickly, but eventually you learn the beats and your hand sort of forms a muscle memory. Sometimes you’ll have really bad rounds where you can’t hit the beats you KNOW you can hit, but it’s okay. Keep trying! :)

5. Start with week 1

I feel like this is somewhat obvious, but week 1 has a good progression of difficulty. The first two songs aren’t rly that hard, but it’s a nice way to get used to playing. Also, if you want to try hard mode, it’s a good intro to it. Week 1 was the first level on hard mode I completed and it took AGES (I was only using one hand so that probably didn’t help). I finished with the bar all the way on my end. But when I came back to it after completing some other levels and learning about the two hand technique, the bar was all the way at the Dad’s end - improvement!

6. Week 2...

Aka the week most people find the most difficult. I’m not sure what it is but this week seems way more difficult than most of the others - maybe because it feels weirdly off beat somehow? Anyways, you can skip this week and come back until you’re more comfortable with the game. Or if you want to do everything chronologically, first of all you’re very brave or stupid. Just a few pointers.

I’ve seen tips for certain bits that say focus on hitting the red/right notes (you’ll know it when you see it). I’m sure this works, but for me personally, I just got confused and still missed the red notes because I couldn’t figure out the beats. For me, it was a matter of rinse and repeat playing hard mode.

I’ve found that normal mode is kind of awkward for this level because it doesn’t hit all the notes as you hear them in the song, so it’s not as easy to get in the rhythm. Also, once you get past Spookeez - congrats! The hard part is over. South is waaay easier in comparison.

I’ve also recently found that playing this song on Newgrounds is much easier. The notes hit more on beat and I believe some notes are changed in the middle section so it’s easier.

7. Week 7

Ah, the new week. I don’t really have much in the way of tips tbh. My advice is just stick to point 4 - keep trying. My fingers eventually just figured out a bit of muscle memory and my random key smashing eventually turned into somewhat helpful key smashing. I’m not like my blind uncle, Tankman.

I do have a tip for the third song Stress though. I know there’s a lot happening, but you need to focus on your arrows. There’s a lot of notes that occur while it’s still Tankman’s turn, so you need to stay alert so that you don’t miss them.

I managed to pass Ugh and Stress first time on hard mode. Guns was the biggest problem for me, especially because in the second half of the song, the parts are really long, so if you can tangled up, it’s quite hard to recover.

And that’s about all I can think of right now! I’ll add more tips as I can think of them.

I hope these help someone! :)

[peach-pops]

Kuroo’s Secret Relationship

Request: hello👉🏻👈🏻 i had a vision and i cant tell if this is dumb or cute but IMAGINE kuroo and his karasuno manager gf at training camp but nobody knows theyre datin so they just keep it a secret so during the camp they try to find time to meet but if one of them is free the other one is busy. so during sleepy time she gets up to like poo or sumn and kuroo suprises her but she didnt know it was him so she punches him but then she feels bad and the next day everyone thinks he got in a fight I LOV U❤️

Author’s Note: Thank you for requesting!!! I am a total simp for Kuroo idk if you guys can tell. This is just a cute little scenario and honestly, I’d let Kuroo punch ME but that’s none of my business. ALSO requests are still open, I’ll close them once I reach a certain amount. 

Kuroo watched from afar as you talked amongst some of his teammates that were practically drooling at the pools of your feet. He knew he wasn’t being subtle at all as his eyes raked up your figure but he didn’t know how much more of this he could take. 

You two had been dating for a while but you both thought it would be important to keep your relationship a secret for the time being. Kuroo didn’t want to make it seem like he would be putting volleyball as a second priority to his team and you didn’t want it to look like you were fooling around with one of Karasuno’s “enemies”. 

It was fun sneaking off behind corners for private makeout sessions and sharing secret glances towards each other but as Kuroo watched you get blatantly hit on in front of him, he felt like he was losing his cool. 

The worst part was that since the training camp started, the two of you had no alone time and it was eating away at the both of you. You felt like you couldn’t even smile at Kuroo when he did really well against your own Karasuno without exposing your relationship and frankly, the two of you were both at your wits end. 

“ You’re making it obvious,” Kuroo turned around and looked down at Kenma, who’s attention was on his gaming console,” just go over there.”

Okay, Kuroo wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but Kenma was an exception. The two had been friends for so long and Kuroo trusted him with his life, plus Kenma was never the type to gossip. 

“ Are you seeing this? They’re practically undressing her with their eyes! I can tell from here that Lev is into her just from the way he’s standing,” Kuroo kept his gaze on you as you let out a laugh and even though Kuroo didn’t hear the joke, he knew your laugh wasn’t even genuine,” I might actually kill them, would you help me bury the body?”

Kenma sighed as he continued to keep his attention to his game,” You’re hopeless.”

“ We would need to dig a bigger hole, Lev has a pretty big head,” Kuroo mumbled as you excused yourself to step away. 

As soon as you turned away from the boys, your smile dropped and Kuroo could visibly see how annoyed you were with the conversation. 

It made Kuroo feel better that you didn’t like getting hit on but it wasn’t like you could stop them, they all thought you were single. If they would’ve known you were dating the captain of Nekoma, their advances would stop but that wasn’t an option at the moment. 

You looked over at Kuroo and your whole demeanor shifted. You gave him a big smile before you looked away and pulled out your phone to text him. 

Y/N: pls tell me you saw that- i couldn’t wait for that conversation to be over, lev and yamamoto are going to be the death of me 

Tetsuro: trust me, they’ll wish they were dead once im done with them

Tetsuro: r u free rn? I checked this morning and the janitors closet is unlocked maybe we can sneak off to have some alone time ;)

You looked up from your phone and up towards Kuroo who had the biggest smirk on his face. Before you could text back, Nekoma’s manager announced that Nekoma was next up to play for court two. 

Kuroo groaned out loud, of course the universe was against him. 

Tetsuro: im sorry baby, maybe later tonight then? 

Y/N: that’s fine - good luck!

You watched as Kuroo put his phone away and sent you a quick wink before heading over to the empty court. 

For the rest of the day, you two hardly even had the chance to share a glance between each other. Whenever he was playing on a court, Karasuno had their own match and whenever he was free, you had manager duties with the other girls. 

Even during dinner, you were so busy running around doing last-minute tasks before bed that Kuroo never got to say goodnight to you. By the time you finished, Kuroo was already in bed snoring away with his teammates. 

In the middle of the night, you woke up to Tanaka kicking you in his sleep and in retaliation, you grabbed your pillow and swung it over his face. 

Tanaka only grumbled and flipped to face the other way, still in deep sleep whereas you were now wide awake. You rubbed your tired eyes but as you tried to fall back asleep, all you could think about was how dry your mouth was. 

You contemplated on getting water before you sat up from your sleeping bag and walked out of the room silently, trying your best not to step on any of the sleeping boys. Once you shut the door behind you, you made your way down the hallway to the water fountain in a tired manner. 

You weren’t terrified of the dark but the thought of going down a dark hallway at a school you weren’t familiar with was unsettling to say the least and you wish you brought your phone for some light. 

When you reach the water fountain, you bent down and as you started to drink the water, you felt like something was off. Before you could turn around, you felt something touch your waist and every hair on the back of your neck stood up. 

You whipped around and when you saw a tall and dark figure, your first instinct was to scream and swing your arm out to defend yourself. You made contact with the figure and once you heard the groan, you knew exactly who it was. 

“ Tetsuro! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, you scared me! Are you okay!” You said as Kuroo held his cheek in pain. 

He couldn’t believe you had actually punched him but he was even more surprised you landed a good punch in the dark,” See baby, I told you taking those boxing lessons would pay off but damn, you punch hard.”

“ You know you can’t sneak up on me like that, I’m jumpy!” You sighed as you squinted to see Kuroo’s face in the dark,” what are you doing up this late?”

Kuroo kept one hand on his throbbing cheek as the other reached down to pull out his phone,” I texted you to meet me in front of the janitors closet cause I wanted to have some quality time with my beautiful, sweet, girlfriend who I thought would never hurt me but instead of kisses, I got socked in the face!” 

You knew Kuroo was only teasing you but you felt so guilty. You wrapped your arms around his large frame and pressed your face into his chest and apologized in a muffled tone,” I’m the worst girlfriend ever.” 

Kuroo let out a laugh as he weaved his fingers through your bedhead and planted a kiss on the top of your head,” Don’t say that. If it makes you feel any better, you could always just knock out guys who try to hit on you now.”

You smiled up at your boyfriend as he took the chance to lean down and kiss you softly, his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him. 

Kuroo smirked against your lips as you moved your hands up to lightly tug on his hair,” You know, the janitors closet locks from the inside.”

“ Are you suggesting we have sex in a dirty closet? What if someone walks by and hears us?”

“ Get your head out of the gutter, I never said anything about sex,” Kuroo acted shocked as he tucked a strand of hair before leaning down to whisper in your ear,” unless you think you can be quiet for me.” 

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed Kuroo’s hand and led him into the janitors closet right beside the restrooms,” Whatever, we both know you’re the loud one.” 

“ We’ll see about that kitten.” 

The next morning, Kuroo went to practice normally but not without weird murmurs from his teammates. At first, he thought his secret was out and maybe you had left hickeys across his neck but it was an entirely different mark that he had forgotten about. 

“ Woah, buddy, did you get into a fight? I’m pretty blind but I’m pretty sure you didn’t have that bruise at dinner yesterday,” Bokuto said in awe as he tried to touch the large bruise that was on Kuroo’s cheek,” that is a bruise! Akaashi, come look at this!”

Kuroo swatted his hand away and used his phone camera to get a better look at his face. Turns out, you had punched him way harder than he had initially thought. 

Kuroo couldn’t even think of a lie in time so he tried to reveal as little as possible,” Who am I going to fight around here?” 

“ I don’t know...has anyone seen Lev?” Akaashi asked right as Karasuno entered through the gym doors. 

“Kuroo! Did you kill Lev? You can be honest with me I wouldn’t tell a soul!” Bokuto shouted loudly as a few heads turned in their direction. 

Your ears perked up once you heard Kuroo’s name and as you turned to look over at the boys, your heart immediately dropped when you saw the bruise you had left Kuroo. 

Without thinking, you dug into one of the coolers and pulled out an icepack, even though it was a little too late to ice it down. 

You rushed over to Kuroo, not caring that some people had their attention on you as you pressed it against his face,” That looks really bad, I’m so- um what happened?” 

“ Kuroo killed Lev!” Bokuto teased as Akaashi gave him a stern look that quickly shut him up. 

You sighed as you looked up at Kuroo and bit the inside of your cheek before whispering  softly,” I think we should tell everyone before you get in trouble. You know Nekoma has a no-tolerance policy for fighting and I don’t want it to be a rumor that you got into a fight with someone.” 

“ I know, you’re right but can we wait until the rest of my teammates get here?” Kuroo asked as you gave him a confused look,” I want them to be jealous just for a bit.”

You shook your head with a smile as Kuroo placed his hand over yours that was holding up the icepack,” Okay, just for a bit.”

[suga-kookiemonster]

Hi :)

I'd like some advice from you since you've been a writer for a long time now. How do you stay motivated to keep writing a wip knowing its going to take a while before you can publish it? I've been working on a series I want to write, I have it all planned out and outlined but I fear its going to take me another two or three years to finish writing. I don't know if its time management or laziness but when I sit down to write I can't get anything out. I really want to finish it and get it out by the end of next year but idk how to stay motivated to write. Any advice yiu can give would be appreciated 🙏💜

hey, babe! as you know, i'm actually a pretty slow writer, so i know exactly what you mean regarding dwindling motivation. i actually find it harder to finish lengthy oneshots than lengthy series, because i tend to write and post series chapter by chapter, and the feedback that i get from that makes my struggling so worth it. i get so happy that people enjoyed the chapter that i often get a second wind and am motivated to keep going!

so i guess that's my advice. obviously outline the plot for the entire series, but feel free to post chapters as you go. i have great respect for people who write giant chapterfics entirely before posting, but there's no need to wait before sharing chapters unless you want to! doing it this way also helps your brain see that the light of the tunnel is near--chapters have clear stopping points--and it's easier to keep pushing!

if you decide that you really want to finish the entire fic before you start posting anything, however, consider writing small things in between writing your larger project. this way, you can get feedback on other things, and you can give your brain and muse the break that they need, so that you can come back to your main project with a fresh perspective and renewed excitement.

hope this helps, babe--good luck!

[4haechie]

spell it out

➵ request: can i request for a (light-ish) angst w/happy ending (or like fluff but w/ jealousy idk does that make sense?? for 6 + 1 + 17? thank you so much!!! -💙

➵ lee donghyuck x reader | fluff, comedy (?), hogwarts au, enemies to lovers au | 2,773 words | “you’re the single most annoying person i’ve ever met.”

➵ warnings: swearing (shouldn’t even be a warning anymore. i curse like a sailor)

➵ a/n: ur the sweetest little bean, 💙 anon! i hope u like this <3 also, this is written in donghyuck’s pov :D

want to request? check this post out!

“i don’t know what’s so great about him, anyway. like, okay, he’s taller than me. maybe even a little stronger and buffer? but he doesn’t know the first thing about y/n.”

renjun groans for the nth time during lunch. “donghyuck, my dude, let it go. it’s not like they’re dating.” he butters his croissant before adding, “and it’s not like you two are dating either,” with a not-so-subtle wiggle of his eyebrows.

donghyuck glares daggers at his best friend. “shut up, huang!” then, he goes back to sulking.

it’s been like this for a few weeks now, ever since you became all buddy-buddy with one of the students from the visiting school. donghyuck is not jealous, don’t get him wrong. he’s angry because he’s your one and only enemy. but here you are, competing in all sorts of lame contests with the new guy when that’s something you and donghyuck do–or did.

he watches from the other side of the slytherin table as you and the new guy compete to see who could fit the most number of marshmallows in their mouths. donghyuck rolls his eyes, “losers.”

renjun’s ears perk up, “if you’re so pissed, then maybe do something about it? do you know how annoying it is to watch you complain loudly?”

“do you know how annoying it is to watch someone steal your enemy away from you?”

“yeah, i was pretty mad at y/n for stealing you away from me when we were twelve.”

“exactly my point!”

renjun flicks his friend’s forehead and gets up to leave for the next lesson. “c’mon, loverboy, it’s potions time.”

/

donghyuck reads the instructions, once, twice, three times, before tossing the necessary ingredients into the cauldron. today, the wizards are required to make any potion of their choice, test to see if it works, as well as say why they chose it.

donghyuck chooses to make liquid luck, just because he’s made it before and is confident in brewing it. he stirs the mixture in the cauldron, making sure it’s perfect, before scooping some up and pouring it into a flask. he labels it with his name and house, and raises his hand.

“yes, mr lee?” the professor says.

“i’m done with my potion, sir,” he says a little smugly and glances at you, at the front of the class. you’re already looking at him when you mouth ‘fuck you’.

he smirks; bet you don’t do that with your new “friend”, do you?

“may i know what you have brewed over there, mr lee?”

“of course, sir. i made felix felicis,” donghyuck announces proudly.

“wonderful! now, test it out to see if it works,” the professor says.

“um, sir, i can’t exactly–” donghyuck protests.

“oh, that’s right...its effects won’t be seen immediately. but i know you’ve probably done a good job since you’re not new to felix felicis. tell me why you’ve chosen it, mr lee.” the professor tugs on the string of his reading glasses hanging around his neck.

“oh, yeah, of course. um, i just have the most confidence in making it. i’m not new to it like you said.” donghyuck says.

the professor sighs. “very well. who else is done?”

“i am!” you beam, with a hand raised.

donghyuck watches keenly as you finish stirring the liquid in your cauldron.

“what have you made, y/n?” the professor inquires.

“amortentia.”

the class goes pin-drop silent. no one ever brews the love potion unless they want to confess to their loved one or check to see who loves them. why did you decide to make amortentia? donghyuck prays to all the gods out there that you didn’t make it for the new guy. donghyuck has known you since you were both twelve–he knows pretty much every single thing about you (the new guy doesn’t, but that’s irrelevant), but he has no clue why you chose to brew amortentia. he definitely can’t ask you right now. he figures you’ll tell the professor some lame excuse, and he’ll have to find out by asking you while everyone’s distracted.

“i beg your pardon?”

“amortentia, sir. the strongest love potion in existence,” you say confidently. donghyuck now, for sure, knows you’re up to something.

“i’m not going to ask you to consume it, as that would simply be too risky. why have you made amortentia, young wizard?” the professor walks over to you and takes a look at your potion. he seems to be satisfied by its appearance and aroma.

“i’ve never made it before, so i wanted to give it a shot. i added all the necessary ingredients and stirred it the right amount of times. i think i did well, professor.” you insist.

the professor nods and goes over to examine the other students’ potions.

donghyuck gets up, brushes his hands over his robes and walks towards where you’re seated. he gives the new guy, who’s sitting right beside you, a look of pure loathing, but gives you a slight upturn of the lips. “hey, y/n.”

you give him one look and start writing your report. the class is noisy and the professor isn’t paying donghyuck any attention. “why did you make amortentia–really?” he bends down a little so that he’s eye level with you.

you glance at him again, “why do you care?”

donghyuck rolls his eyes, “y/n, i want to know.”

you exhale. “because i needed to know something.”

“know what?”

you push your chair out and stand up to face donghyuck. you’re nose-to-nose now, and donghyuck has a perfect view of all your features. not that he cares. he also catches the scent of your sweet-smelling lip balm–again, not that he cares.

“donghyuck, what do you smell?”

“what kind of a question is that?”

you clench your fists and huff out a breath. “you’re the single most annoying person i’ve ever met,” you say as if that clears up everything.

the professor, upon ensuring every wizard performed well in potions, dismisses all of them back to their respective common rooms. even though donghyuck leaves you alone after that, why can he still smell the sweet, annoying scent of your lip balm all the way here, in his room?

/

“i’m going crazy, man.”

renjun shoves his friend away from his desk. the moon shines brightly outside their dorm room’s window, the sky is a navy blue colour, and renjun is busy working on an assignment for defence against the dark arts. but of course, donghyuck isn’t going to let him without ranting about you first.

renjun takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, counts to ten, and spins his chair to face donghyuck, who’s sat on the edge of his own bed now. “i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say this is about y/n.” donghyuck nods sadly and renjun almost feels sorry for the guy. “is this about what happened in potions earlier? look, you know y/n’s obsessed with that lip balm. maybe it’s really strong-scented? you don’t have any proof that it’s because of the amortentia.”

donghyuck groans at the sound of the cursed potion. he didn’t even ingest it, but just standing next to it was enough to fill his stomach up for a lifetime.

“i guess you’re right. y/n always wears that lip balm, but it was super strong today,” donghyuck falls on his bed, closing his eyes as if in deep thought. he gets up suddenly, “wait! if y/n made amortentia to check something...” he trails off, lost in thought. donghyuck groans again and paces around the room.

“donghyuck, do you really hate y/n?” renjun asks.

donghyuck doesn’t have the courage to answer. he simply sighs and crawls into bed, tucking himself under the covers. he falls asleep watching the shimmering moon that night.

/

“today, you’ll be learning the disarming spell! it’s very commonly used in battle, so it’s a useful skill, nonetheless,” the defence against the dark arts professor says, walking on the small runway situated between the two rows of students. “the spell might seem simple, but you have to concentrate. you have to focus on your opponent’s weapon only. it’s very easy to get distracted while trying to disarm the other, so focus, and you shall be victorious.”

donghyuck glances across the runway and his eyes find yours in the crowd. you raise an eyebrow and point at him with your index finger, before retracting the same hand and jutting the thumb out, dragging it across your neck threateningly. donghyuck scoffs.

“now, watch closely, students. huang renjun, come up here. he’ll be my example.” the professor beams at renjun and pulls out her wand, renjun following suit. he stands his guard as the professor chants, “expelliarmus.” she points her wand at renjun’s and it goes flying out of his hand. renjun lets out an airy laugh, and upon receiving an okay sign from the professor, he collects his fallen wand and goes back to his place in the crowd.

“ten points to slytherin! oh, and you’re going to work in partners.” the professor says, smiling brightly as if this is a party and not a magical defence class. “you may challenge someone to a duel or–!”

“i challenge lee donghyuck to a duel!” you shout, your voice echoing in the defeaning silence that follows your sentence.

donghyuck winces, but manages to regather himself and nod at you. “bring it on, y/l/n.”

you chuckle and gesture at him to join you on the runway. the professor steps down as donghyuck climbs up. you stand a few feet in front of him, in position, wand raised. donghyuck doesn’t even have time to blink before you cast the spell. “expelliarmus!” you chant without hesitating, and his wand gets knocked out of his hands, clattering against the floor of the runway. you smirk and blow air at the tip of your wand.

donghyuck looks at you sheepishly before grabbing his wand and heading straight to renjun. his eyes drift to where you’re standing again, but this time they see the new guy closer to you than ever. he’s saying something, whispering something in your ear, and you’re laughing. laughing because of what he said. donghyuck grinds his teeth and glares at the floor.

“what the fuck was that?” his friend shoves him.

donghyuck groans, “i don’t know!”

/

later that day, donghyuck runs into you at the common room.

“oh, hey, y/n.” donghyuck glances around the room. no new guy in sight. that’s odd since you've been joined at the hip with him ever since he arrived. you guys must’ve been surgically separated, huh.

“he’s not here. he’s leaving tomorrow night, so he wanted to check the school out. you know, explore and stuff.” you say, making him widen his eyes in surprise.

“who?”

“don’t play dumb, lee. i know you don’t like the new guy.”

he feigns a look of hurt and clasps a hand over his mouth in a silent gasp, “why would i ever hate that guy?”

you roll your eyes and walk to lean against the back of the leather couch. “i don’t know? but i’ve seen the way you look at him. it’s okay, by the way. i don’t care. he’s nice, but he’s...not my type.”

he takes a few steps and stands in front of you. “then who’s your type?”

you look into his eyes as if trying to communicate through them. “donghyuck,” you pause, and for a second he thinks that’s your answer, but you continue speaking. “what did you smell? when i made amortentia?”

donghyuck gulps, “i–uh, peach lip balm.”

the corner of your mouth lifts to a smirk. “do you know anybody who wears peach lip balm?” you inch closer, decreasing the proximity between the two of you to mere centimetres. donghyuck’s eyes momentarily flicker to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“i–!”

“what are you two doing up so late?” renjun enters the scene with an amused expression on his face. he looks at you two like one watches a tennis match, and his lips are drawn to a smug upturn. “what’s going on here?”

when you don’t answer, donghyuck clears his throat, “we were just talking about–uh, what we learnt today.”

renjun doesn’t look impressed. “right, and i was discussing strategies on how to become headmaster with mark at the library. no, seriously, it’s almost midnight and it’s just the two of you here.”

donghyuck glares at the boy, “fuck off, renjun!”

renjun throws his hands up defensively, “alright, alright. but hurry up, okay? i need your help with the potions assignment.” he’s about to leave when you call out his name.

“renjun, what were you doing here so late?”

he whips his head around, “well, i was at the library with mark. but we weren’t discussing strategies on how to become headmaster. we were just looking at some ancient spell books,” he says, and walks away to his dorm.

you cross your arms over your chest. “so, where were we?”

donghyuck presses his lips together for a second. “i asked you who your type was?”

“nice try, lee. but, seriously, do you know anyone who wears peach lip balm?”

donghyuck clenches his fists. “y/n, fucking hell. you! you wear that stupid peach lip balm. you made that stupid amortentia and i smelled your stupid peach lip balm. you probably smelled whatever cheap cologne the new guy wears, anyway. so why does it matter?” donghyuck heaves a sigh and is about to back away from you when you tug on his sweater.

“wait.”

donghyuck glances at you, “what?”

“i, um, didn’t smell anything that’s to do with the new guy.” you tug on your lower lip, unsure of how to put your thoughts into coherent words, but donghyuck focuses on the fact that you’re calling the new guy “new guy” instead of his name.

“then?”

you’re tongue-tied, but you manage to sputter out a few words. “i smelled lavender-scented fabric softeners and chocolate.” you look up at him through your eyelashes.

his heart stops beating. his brain melts into a puddle of goo. his organs stop working, his nerve endings go haywire. he’s frozen, a block of ice. he’s not even able to comprehend your words. you...smelled...him?

donghyuck’s favourite fabric softener is scented with lavender and his favourite food is anything chocolate. he makes sure to use the fabric softener for his uniforms, sweaters, pants–pretty much all his clothes. and he’s pretty much always munching on those blasted chocolate frogs whilst trying to collect all the best cards.

“y/n...” he says. that’s all; just your name.

you remove your hand from his sleeve and use it to push your hair back. “yeah,” you whisper. “it’s getting late. i better get to bed,” you step away from him.

“no, wait!”

you turn back around, eyebrow raised.

“what does this mean for us?”

you exhale, “it means whatever you want it to mean. you smelled my peach lip balm. i smelled your fabric softener. it’s a lot for me to take in. but that’s amortentia, i guess. tells you what you’re really feeling, without even saying anything.”

“y/n, i want it to mean this. i want it to mean that we can be together. we don’t have to be enemies any more. i...i like you, y/n. and seeing you with that guy, all happy and having fun–it made me,” donghyuck closes his eyes, “jealous. i’ll admit it, but if that’s who you wanna be with, then i can’t decide–!”

“you idiot! you absolute loser!” you exclaim, taking angry steps and landing in front of donghyuck. you push him back, causing his lower back to crash against the back of the sofa. “you’re so fucking annoying.”

“gee, uh, thanks...”

“shut up! god, do i have to spell it out for you? fine!”

donghyuck’s in a pure state of shock when he feels your soft lips on his, slowly kissing him, while also trying to knock some sense into him. he doesn’t waste any more time; he kisses you back just as slowly and carefully. he smiles when the familiar peach scent embraces him. you pull away first, but your angry demeanour seems to have washed away.

“thanks for spelling it out for me,” donghyuck circles his arms around your waist.

you reach to loop your hands around his neck and smile. “you’re most welcome, lee.”

/

(donghyuck’s hand never leaves yours the entire way to quidditch practice.

“what the fuck are you guys doing?” renjun gawks at your interlocked fingers.

“what does it look like we’re doing?” you ask, tip-toeing to press a kiss against donghyuck’s cheek.

“i could’ve gone my entire life without seeing that.”)