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#I SWOONED when I remembered my apartment has that now
bonny-kookoo · 5 months
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𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙚 | Welcome Home [Request]
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Jungkook can't remember the last time you've been apart for so long. And with you gone, he might just go crazy- or make odd spontaneous decisions.
Tags/Warnings: Racer!Jungkook, established relationship, romance, they're so goofy, so much love, smut, lube? is that a warning?, bare sex (MC has an IUD), Jungkook got a haircut bc his girl was not around to make him contemplate his decisions before making them
Requested by: Miriwe on Patreon
Length: 2k words
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"I'm gone three days and you're already going crazy apparently." You laugh as you walk into the living room, where Jungkook is sitting on the couch, not having heard you walk in it seems like.
He immediately pauses his game to jump over the back of the furniture, almost tripping as he runs to you, picking you up to hold you close.
"Of course I went crazy!" He laughs, putting you down to your feet again to kiss you. "Had to spend three days in an empty bed without my fiancé." He laughs into his kisses, and you giggle. "Why didn't you tell me you were back? I would've picked you up from the airport." He whines a bit childishly, while you just shrug.
"Nah, would've caused too much of a commotion." You deny, reminding him of the fact that he's always causing some chaos whenever he's seen in public. "But putting that aside, when did you buzz it off?" You ask, fingers curiously running over the shaven sides of his head.
"Yesterday, actually." He chuckles. "My hair was getting in the way." He shrugs.
"So you decided 'oh yeah, I'm just gonna get even hotter while my girlfriend is away with her parents' like, excuse me?" You scold playfully.
"Fiancé, first of all, and I guess that already answers the question if it suits me." He laughs, happily correcting you in your own title.
"Ah, I can't believe I'm gonna get married to you." You swoon teasingly, smacking his chest once. "Now lemme go, I'm hungry." You say- but he's not letting you go at all. If anything, he pulls you even closer to himself.
"I'm hungry too." He tells you instead. You look at him in confusion.
"Okay? Then let me cook, idiot." You say, but he shakes his head.
"Nop." He denies, before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom, hand loudly smacking your ass.
"Jeon Jungkook, no!" You laugh. "Please, I'm so jetlagged from the flight-" You complain, but he lets you down gently on the unmade bed, sheets unruly from his nightly rest. He's not really been sleeping well without you home- the three days of not having you around truly reminding him of just how much he needs you in his life.
Not just to keep order, but in general.
As odd as it sounds, he even caught himself multiple times the first day calling out to you, just to remember you're not home. His mind expected you in bed, in the kitchen, in the living room, every single time he'd enter the room- and the kitchen felt lonely, suffocating, with no company but the buzzing fridge and ticking cat-shaped clock on the wall. His house suddenly felt.. bland.
Especially on the second day, when he came out of the shower just to find the bed cold and empty, he found himself sitting on the edge of it, looking through pictures of you and him on his phone, browsing his gallery for hours until he finally fell asleep. It was a reminder, those few days. A reminder that he needs you, that you're a part of his life he can't really bear to not have around anymore.
A reminder that he made the right decision in asking you to marry him, entering the final stage of your relationship.
"I'll do all the work baby." He purrs, crawling over you as you stretch your limbs, visibly relaxing in the familiar home once more. "How was your trip?" He wonders, and you laugh, his hands helping you out of your sweater.
"Kook, I love you, but I'm not talking about my goddamn parents when we're about to have sex." You complain, and he chuckles, nodding.
"Alright, you got a point." He admits, pulling down your pants and socks to kiss up your leg. "I missed you so much." He hums against your skin, and you smile, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair.
"So much so you buzzed your hair off?" You laugh, and he nods, teasingly biting at your thigh.
"Exactly." He agrees. "Would've gone bald if you'd stayed away a day longer." He says, lips traveling up your stomach before his hands cup your chest, running over to the back of your body to unhook your bra.
"Oh no!" You jokingly exclaim. "But honestly I think your face makes every haircut work. Even that Dora-the-Explorer situation you had a year back." You say, making him roll his eyes as he throws your bra down carelessly.
"Stop bringing that up." He complains, and you laugh brightly so.
"But it's funny!" You tell him, before he bites at your chest. "Hey, stop biting!" You giggle.
"Stop biting~!" He mimics you, before he moves to kiss your neck. "As if you don't love it." He purrs.
"Caught me." You reply, legs moving already to wrap around him. "Now get naked, nerd." You flirt, and he can't help the laugh that escapes him.
"Can we be romantic at least once?" He whines, leaning back to rid himself of his shirt and pants.
"No, you'd burn the house down with those yankee-candles you got." You threaten, and he rolls his eyes yet again, opening the bedside drawer to search for a small bottle of scented lube, just in case.
"You really have no trust in me, baby." He shakes his head, putting the little plastic bottle on the side for now as he moves to pull your panties from your legs. "What if I used electrical ones?" He proposes. "Turn on some music. Cigarettes after sex- like, the band, not me smoking." He corrects.
"Obviously." You hum. "I'd leak your nudes if you smoked inside the house." You sigh, and he looks at you for a moment.
"That's a joke, right?" He asks, and you shrug, smiling at him. "That's a joke. You're joking." He states once more, but still, you don't answer. The funny part is that deep down, he actually believes you would indeed do that. You're a wildcard after all- he never  really knows if what you say is a joke or an actual fact you state.
Like when you said that he was fine accompanying his friend to his bachelor party, which was held at a nightclub, naked dancers included. You'd simply told him to have fun, but eat at home- and while for a moment or two, he didn't really know what you meant, he realized it soon after. You had no issue taking a look- hell, you constantly told him that some of the other racers were 'pretty hot', but he knows you'd never go after anyone but him. You might get your appetite up, yes-
but you eat at home.
"Jungkook you've never even sent me nudes you idiot!" You laugh after a moment of watching him clearly contemplating his life-choices up until now, finally realizing that you're right. "Or did you sent someone else some, huh?" You suddenly threaten, foot against his abs keeping him away from you while you glare.
"Absolutely not." He shakes his head immediately. "You can bet your pretty ass on that." He says, as you remove your leg from him, hands now reaching out, inviting him back in. "Only got you-" He hums towards you, kissing your lips hungrily. "Only need you." He finishes, and you sigh, hands on his arms.
"Missed you." You admit. "Couldn't sleep well at all." You say, and he smiles.
"Me neither." He shakes his head. "Thought about you way too much." Jungkook tells you, while his hand travels between your legs, touch reviving your soul it feels like as he works you up.
"We're so in love, it's actually kinda disgusting." You laugh, and he joins in on that.
"Nah." He denies. "We're just the definition of love." He shrugs, curling his fingers inside you, making you arch your back.
"Jungkook please-" You whine. "Stop teasing me, I'm way too horny now!" You complain, and he grins, moving to stroke his length with the hand still covered in your arousal.
He's just as impatient, but he also knows he needs to prep you well. Years of being in a relationship with you also comes with in-depth knowledge of your body, and how to love you just right. You might not realize it sometimes, but he knows that if he doesn't pay good attention to detail, you'll be sore tomorrow-
and he plans on making up for those three days, just to remind you what you've been missing.
He reaches for the tiny bottle on the bedside table to squeeze some of the clear liquid out, making sure to make it as comfortable as possible for you, before he lines himself up with your entrance, moving your legs up a little to pull you closer. It's been something you've been quite insecure about- having refused to admit to him for months that he's packing a bit too much for you to handle without any help sometimes, and he's felt bad that you thought you couldn't tell him. Back then, he'd been insecure himself- with no prior knowledge about anything regarding sex, you've been both a little lost in translation on some occasions.
There's been more than a handful of awkward moments during your times together- and by now, you're both comfortable to the point where nothing is weird any longer.
The sweet smell of sweet strawberries fills the air faintly as he pushes himself in, sighing in bliss at the familiar feel of your body welcoming him. "Good?" He asks you, and you nod, making him tap your nose so you open your eyes again. "Really?" He asks again, and you move a bit now, nodding. It's the confirmation he needed to start moving, leaning back on his heels to roll his hips forwards, your lower body resting over his thighs as he keeps you elevated like that with his hands holding your legs. You've got your arms relaxed into the pillows over your head, eyes closed as your chest sways with every thrust he delivers.
He loves having you back. Not just your body- but you, in general.
"I wanna come with you next time." He tells you, fingers gripping the flesh of your thighs. "Don't care if they like me or not." He growls, never slowing down his pace.
"Jungkookie~!" You whine, before laughing. "What did I say literally- like- twenty minutes ago?" You complain, and he laughs too, nodding.
"Sorry, sorry." He apologizes, letting go of your legs to lean over you, kissing you once more. It's the only way he knows he'll shut up for long enough- there's just so much rushing through his head, everything that's happened in those three days trying to break out his mouth just to talk to you- because he can talk to you now. You're back home, and he just missed you so fucking much.
Now, of course you talked over the phone daily, sure. But it's just not the same. It's not close enough.
Right now, he's out of breath, forced to part from you just a little, leaning his face into the crook of your neck as he presses his pelvis into you, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close, arms around his neck keeping him from parting from you. "I love you so much." He hums against your skin, picking up his pace, exhaling through his nose as his jaw clenches, orgasm approaching quickly. His hand assists you by finding your most sensitive spot, pushing you over the edge so he can let go as well, your core clenching around his length to keep him in, milk him for all he's got.
He's out of breath, and so are you- his body simply laying down close to you, moving you around to lay over him, still inside you. "Kook, I'm sticky-" You whine, but he just smiles, hands smacking your butt. "Jungkook!" You scold, laughing, and he simply reaches for your face, to peck your lips.
Twice. Because once is just never enough.
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leafsandstarlight · 9 months
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Annual Visit pt. 2 - Azriel x Reader
Description: Each year on Halloween, Azriel visits the mortal lands with his friends to partake in the human debauchery that occurs. When he meets reader at a local bar, he can't take his eyes off her no matter how hard he tries. He just has to know her.
Part 1 Warnings: very brief mentions of fae killing humans, minor sexual content, Azriel unintentional hurts reader, poorly written and edited lol Author's notes: A continuation of my silly modern Az story! Tbh I don't love this, so I may come back and edit later! But feedback is always appreciated! Thank you so much for reading :) Word count: approx. 5000 Minors do not interact.
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In the months that passed since your encounter with the gorgeous, quiet man, you wished you could say that you easily moved on and your thoughts didn’t linger on his perfect jawline or his strong muscles.  But that would be a lie. 
Through the fall and the winter since you met him, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him or imagining what you’d do if you saw him again.  You always kept an eye out when you went out with your friends, a small part of you hoping you’d see him in line at one of the bars you patronized.  Now that it was nearly summer, you were trying your best to shove him out of your mind. 
You hadn’t noticed that every once in a while, a winged male figure kept an eye on you from the rooftop across the street when you entered your apartment building.  You also didn’t notice that the shadows in your tiny studio apartment seemed to move on their own sometimes, as though they were watching you.  Whenever you saw one of them move out of the corner of your eye, you shrugged it off as a figment of your imagination.
Tonight, is one of the many nights that the winged figure is keeping his eyes on you. 
The night is darker than normal, storm clouds covering the stars and moon above you, as you walk down the street accompanied by one of your guy friends.  He had offered to walk you home after trivia night since it was on his way home.  As your friend drops you off on the sidewalk and gives you a quick hug goodbye, you don’t see how the winged male’s jaw tightens. 
As your friend walks away, you reach into your bag to grab your keys.  You’re so focused on procuring them from your bag that you almost don’t hear the whoosh of wind that breezes past you.
“Who was that?” You hear a gruff male voice call from behind you, causing you to start and turn around.
And there he was, the man you had been thinking about every night since he walked you home.  He’s just as handsome as you remembered as he stands a feet away from you on the sidewalk.  He’s wearing a similar outfit as when you’d last seen him - strange leathers and that pair of bat wings.  Strange, you think to yourself, but you’re too focused on his beautiful face.
“You,” you say incredulously, your brain apparently unwilling to form any coherent thoughts.
“Who was that?”  He repeats, nodding his head towards the direction your friend had headed. 
“Oh, that was my friend.  He walked me home,” you tell him, though you wondered what made him think he had a right to know.  Azriel nods, taking in a calming breath. 
“What are you doing here?” You ask after a moment.  “I thought you were just visiting on Halloween.”  Not that you had spent hours wondering where he was from, wishing he’d come back so you could see him again. 
“I’m just visiting again,” he tells you smoothly.  All you can do is raise your eyebrow in return.  “I- um- I wanted to see you.”  Each word sounds pained as it slips past his lips.
You nearly swoon at the thought, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Still wearing the wings?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.  He might be beautiful, but he certainly was also strange.
Azriel gives you a shrug, cursing at himself for being so rash and approaching you.  He hadn’t been able to stop himself– had needed desperately to know who that man was and why he had been able to hug you.  The mere thought of him touching your body had made Azriel’s blood heat.
“It’s a long story,” he tells you, allusive as ever.
“You are seriously one of the strangest people I’ve ever met,” you tell him, a half joke.  You swear you almost see his cheeks heat.  He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he regards you.
You had a different haircut since the last time he had seen you, but he found you just as devastatingly beautiful.  You were so different than fae females–your body not as long or lithe as a High Fae–but it made him only want you more.  He was desperate to touch, to taste; he had thought about it more times than he could count. 
But he was supposed to keep his distance.  He wasn’t supposed to approach you, to talk to you. 
And yet, here he is.  Perhaps this was a mistake, Azriel thinks, turning away from you slightly as if to walk away.
“Are you going?” You question, not quite believing him.  He had the audacity to show up after all these months of plaguing your dreams, and he was just going to walk away?
“I assume you have things to attend to,” Azriel replies, gesturing uselessly at your apartment building.  You let out a soft laugh, letting your eyes take in the male in front of you.  He was so strange, you almost wondered if he was real.
“You know, you never told me your name,” you say, a small smile forming on your lips.  You had spent many nights wondering what a male so beautiful could possibly be named.  None of the names you imagined ever seemed to fit.
The man turns back towards you, his hazel eyes evaluating your smile. 
“Azriel,” he tells you, his voice gentle as though he was pleased you had even asked.
“Well, it’s nice to formally meet you, Azriel,” you say, giving him a wink.  You had no idea where your confidence was coming from.  He didn’t smile back at you, but you could see the amusement flicker in his eyes.
After a moment, Azriel lets out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.  “This wasn’t how I imagined seeing you again,” he admits.
“Have you been imagining seeing me again?” You tease, but you can feel the blush gracing your features, the way your heart skips a beat at the thought.
“Don’t pretend that you haven’t been thinking about me too, angel,” Azriel replies with a small smirk on his face.  He was terrible, and you desperately wanted to kiss him.
You roll your eyes at him, hoping he can’t sense how much he affects you. 
As you stare at each other, neither one of you quite able to look away from the other, a woman walks by with her dog.  She glances between you, her eyes widening as she sees Azriel’s strange outfit and large bat wings.  You see her tense slightly as she pulls her dog’s leash tighter as though Azriel is some kind of threat.
Azriel tracks the movement too, very aware of his presence in the mortal lands outside of Halloween.  He shouldn’t be here.  It was risky to expose himself like this, and yet he didn’t want to leave yet.  Not while you were still smiling at him.
The storm clouds above you finally give way, releasing tiny teardrops of cool water onto the street around you.  You curse as you felt the first raindrop plunk on your head, not ready to end the conversation with Azriel, but not wanting to stand in the inevitable summer rainstorm that was about to commence.
Azriel just stares at you, seemingly unbothered as the rain started picking up.  You can’t help but imagine what he looked like wet – knowing it would probably only enhance his already beautiful features.
“Do you want to come inside, Azriel?” You ask, your smile almost shy as you look at him with a raised eyebrow.  You knew it was crazy to invite him in considering that you barely knew him, but you wanted more time with him.
“Oh, I shouldn’t-” he starts, and you can see the way gears are turning in his mind.
“Okay, up to you,” you tell him with an easy shrug. “But you’re more than welcome to come in and wait out the storm if you want.”
You turn to head inside, leaving Azriel to decide whether or not he wants to follow. 
When you hear his footsteps approaching you after a moment, signaling that he was following you in, you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your face. 
You lead him up the stairs to your apartment, silently wishing you lived in a nicer place.
“Well, this is it.  Home sweet home,” you tell him with a laugh as you let him into your shoebox studio apartment.  It wasn’t much, but it was home.  You had done what you could with the space, filling it with a small loveseat and a double bed.  You had painted the walls a soft sage green– your way of silently sticking it to your landlord for overcharging for rent.   
You brace yourself for the “you live here?” comment, but it never came.  Instead, Azriel’s eyes were on you, his gaze almost gentle. 
He eyed your desk and the books piled high on it.  “You like to read?”
“Well, I do, but those are for school.  I’m in grad school,” you tell him and pauses for a moment before nodding. 
“Here, you can sit on the couch if you want, I’m fine here,” you tell him as you sit down on the edge of your bed. 
Azriel finds his way to the loveseat, and you realize too late that it is much too small to accommodate the wings he was wearing.  You couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t take them off. 
Azriel doesn’t protest or complain as he sits down on your tiny velvet couch.  The sheer size of his body in comparison to the couch makes you strikingly aware of his size.  He made the couch look like it was made for children. 
“Can I get you anything to drink?” You offer, but Azriel shakes his head.
“No, I’m good– thank you,” he grumbles quietly, his eyes taking in every inch of your room.  Typically, someone’s curious eyes analyzing your personal space would’ve made you self-conscious, but Azriel didn’t appear to be judging any part of it.  His eyes just looked curious, as though he wanted to know everything about you.
“So what do you do, Azriel?” You ask curiously.
He lets out a sigh, “Would you believe me if I said it was classified?”
“Honestly?  Not really.”  You say with a laugh.  “I would say that it’s pretty strange answer.”
“And yet you invited me inside your home,” he muses with a raised eyebrow.  You suppose that you deserved that. 
“I never said I was smart,” you tell him, and he snorts softly.  It was a gentle almost laugh and you were desperate to hear it again. 
“What do you study?” He asks, artfully redirecting the conversation away from himself.  He didn’t know what he’d say if you kept asking.  Somehow, Azriel knew that telling you he was a Spymaster for the Night Court wouldn’t go over well.
So you tell him about your program, about what you want to do with your work, and he just listens, his hazel eyes never leaving your face.  He loved the way you started speaking faster as you started telling him about the details of your program, your passion for your work obvious on your face.
“You’re beautiful,” Azriel says before he can help it.  The words just slipped off his tongue, and you stare at him with wide eyes. 
“What?” you ask quietly, your cheeks heating and your breathing quickening as Azriel rubs the back of his head sheepishly.  When you look up at him, you realize that his cheeks are bright red.
He hadn’t meant to say it, but it was the truth.  You were the most exquisite creature he had ever seen.  You were so human– your features perfectly rounded, your flesh soft and supple looking unlike most fae.  He wanted to memorize every curve of your body, ever hair on your head. 
In another life, maybe you would have been fae.  You might have even been his mate.  But even in this world where you were human, Azriel couldn’t help but want you desperately. 
“You are beautiful,” he tells you again, more firmly this time.  As though he knows how much you need to hear it, how much you didn’t believe he meant it the first time it slipped past his lips.  You couldn’t help but feel completely inadequate in comparison to the male before you.  But as he stared at you with awe-filled eyes, as though you truly were beautiful, your heart swooned.
And then Azriel is moving off the couch and closing the space between you.  His lips crash against yours in perfect heat.  You gasp against his lips before kissing him back, looping your arm around his head.  You weren’t sure if this was real or if it was all a dream for a moment. 
Azriel’s shadows started to dance around you both– surrounding your figures.  They couldn’t help it.  Azriel had been sending them to watch over you for months, and they wanted to know the feeling of your skin too.
When you pull away, trying to catch your breath, you let out a small gasp at the sight of the shadows dancing around you.  You reach out your hand gently, your eyes not believing the sight of the dark forms that swirled around you.  As your fingers lightly touch one of the shadows in front of you, the shadow moves and swirls up your arm. 
You let out a soft almost laugh- the only way you could express your shock and wonder at the shadows that surround you.  
You look up at Azriel with wide eyes, hoping he’s seeing what you’re seeing, but he only gives you an embarrassed shrug. 
“Why are you acting like this is normal?” You ask, and for a moment, you’re wondering if you’re crazy or if this is all actually happening.
Azriel just looks at you for a moment, still debating whether or not he should bolt.  But the way you’re looking at him makes him want to stay, makes him want to let you in.  It had been so long since he had found a female he was interested in, let alone one who had captivated his thoughts as you did.
“This is normal.  Well, at least for me.”  He tells you carefully, monitoring each subtle shift on your face.  “I’m a Shadowsinger.”
You look at him in awe, reaching out to touch the shadows again gently, they preen at the contact.
“Next thing you’ll tell me that your wings are real,” you say with a laugh, not wanting to believe that they could be real too.
He just looks at you sheepishly, his cheeks turning pink, and your jaw drops. 
“You’ve got to be kidding,” you exclaim, your eyes zeroing in on the batlike wings.  “Are you even real or am I going insane?”
And he laughs slightly, not sure why his soul feels so light. 
“Yes, I’m real,” Azriel tells you as he rolls his eyes, though you can see the spark of amusement lingering in his eyes.  “I’m just not human.” 
“What are you?  An angel?” The words slip past your lips as your brain attempts to keep up with the information you were receiving.  You still weren’t sure if you fully believed him. 
Azriel chuckles, “No, definitely not an angel,”
“What are you then?  A vampire?”  You almost say demon, but you wouldn’t have believed that.  You could see the kindness that lingered in his hazel eyes.  You had seen it from the first moment you saw him from across the bar.  It had been the reason you had agreed to let him walk you home that first night, why you had let him inside your tiny studio apartment.  A part of your soul trusted him, whether it should have or not.
“Not a vampire.  I’m Illyrian,” You stare at him blankly, so he continues.  “A type of fae.”
“As in faeries?” When he nods, you wrack your brain for what you know of fae.  You had read some stories about them and old myths.  You vaguely remembered the stories of faeries stealing human children and replacing them with changelings and how they could own your soul just by learning your true name. 
As though he could see your thoughts, Azriel says, “Not everything you know about fae is likely true.”
“What do you want with me?”  You ask, cocking your head slightly. 
Azriel sighs as he rubs the back of his neck.  It was a good question.  What did he want with you? 
He couldn’t tell you the real answer – that he wanted everything from you.  He wanted to know you, to touch you, to taste you.  If Azriel was truthful, he would have told you that he wanted to be accepted by you, to be loved by you.  But it was too much to say, too much to admit.
“I mean you know harm,” Azriel assures you, holding up his hands as though to show you he had no weapons.  Of course, he had almost five weapons on his body at all times, but that wouldn’t help you to trust him.
“How do I know you mean that?  I thought fae were tricksters.” You know that you should be fearful.  Even if Azriel were human, he was still much larger than you.  But something about the way he looks at you, the way he almost smiles, has you feeling strangely safe as you stand in front of him.
Azriel sighs, “I mean it, really.  I will not harm you.”
“Well, to be fair, that is what someone who was planning on harming me would say.”  And it’s a joke.  You’re joking with a creature who admitted it wasn’t human.  You couldn’t help but wonder if you had any self-preservation instincts or if they had all disappeared as soon as you took one look at the pretty male.
Azriel rolls his eyes, “You’re being difficult.” 
 “Oh, I’m sorry.  Is my interest in my own safety an inconvenience for you?”  You ask, your voice full of mirth.
“Believe me, if I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it already.”  His words settle in the air around you, his shadows seeming to retreat back to their master.
For a moment, Azriel sees uncertainty, almost fear flash in your eyes.  He curses internally, wishing for Rhys’s ability to master words.  Azriel had always been good at lying; it was what made him such a good spymaster.  He just wasn’t always very good at telling the truth.  When he tried, the words got lost somewhere in his throat.
“I’m sorry– I shouldn’t have said that,” Azriel tells you, trying to soothe the worry from your eyes, but he knows the damage is already done.  He lets out a sigh, knowing what he’s about to do is crazy.  His brothers would be furious if they ever found out.
As you stare at him with wide eyes, Azriel says, “I will make you a promise that I will not hurt you.  I will be bound to it, and then no matter what, I couldn’t harm you even if I tried.”
“Why would you do that?” You question, hoping he won’t revoke the offer.  What did he have to gain?  You couldn’t help but wonder.
Azriel shrugs, “So you know you can trust me.”
When you nod, he realizes he had been holding his breath.  For how long, he wasn’t sure. 
He extends his hand to you, allowing you to place your small palm in his, as he says, “I promise that I will never raise a hand against you.  I will never use a weapon against you.  I will never intentionally cause you harm.” 
When he stops speaking, you feel a small tingling sensation on your hip.  Azriel’s eyes seem to follow it as though he can sense what you’re feeling.  You pull your waist band down slightly and see a tiny symbol of black ink etched on your skin. 
When you look up, you see Azriel pointing to one on his arm that matched. 
“What if I hated tattoos?” You ask, your tone filled with wonder.  You couldn’t believe your eyes. 
As though the thought had only just occurred to him, Azriel’s cheeks heat.  “I’m sorry, I should have asked.”
You just laugh in return, “I don’t, don’t worry.  I actually think it’s rather pretty.”
“Yeah?”  Azriel asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Mine, not yours,” you joke as you roll your eyes.
Azriel smirks at you as though he knows exactly how pretty you think his tattoo is, exactly how pretty every inch of his body is.  But then his gaze is lowering, lingering on your lips.  If you were fae, you likely would’ve been able to scent his arousal.
“I want–” Azriel starts, but he quickly stops himself.  He doesn’t know how to ask you for what he wants.  He doesn’t know if he could bare your rejection.
“Tell me what you want, Azriel,” you whisper, taking in his darkened gaze. 
“I’d like to kiss you again,” he tells you, taking a small step closer without even knowing it.
You smile at him sweetly, tipping your head up as though you might close the remaining distance between your bodies.  Instead, you say, “You can kiss me, but only after you tell me about fae.”
Azriel was moving closer again, desperate to feel your lips against his.  “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” You give him a smile in return.
“For every answer, you may kiss me,” you tell him boldly as you look up at him from your lashes.  And Azriel is nodding before he can stop himself.  He rarely ever let anyone else have control over him, outside of his brother.  He was always the one in control in the bedroom or where any kissing was in question.  But he was mesmerized by your every movement.  He needed to have your lips on his again and he didn’t care what you asked for in return.  He’d give it all.
“Do all fae have wings?” You ask first, moving closer so you and Azriel were almost touching.  Your body buzzes with the anticipation of having his lips on yours.
Azriel shakes his head.  “Some types do, but most don’t,” he tells you before his eyes slide to your lips. 
When you give him a soft smile and nod your head, he presses his lips against yours.  Your lips were like heaven against his.  They were so delicate and plush, like every part of your body.  Azriel was careful not to exert too much force as he slotted his lips against yours, vigilantly aware of his strength.
When you pull away, he wants to fight it, to pull you back in, but he relents.  He would play your game, even if it meant he had to wait to kiss you.
“Where do you live?” You ask next, wondering if there were fae living in your midst.
Azriel rubs the back of his neck.  “It’s kind of hard to explain, but there’s a wall that mortals can’t detect that separates fae and humans.”  Your eyes widen.
“So we’ve been living right beside fae this whole time and had no idea?” you question, not knowing how it was even possible.  But then again, there was a winged male who could control shadows standing in your studio apartment.  Anything was possible.
“That’s another question, angel,” Azriel tells you with a smirk.  “But, yes.”
Then, he’s leaning down and brushing your lips together.  His hand loops around your waist, pulling you against his toned body.  When you let out a soft whimper, he pulls back and gives you a satisfied grin.
“Do you have any other magic besides the shadows?” It was becoming difficult for you to think of questions as your mind became muddled with arousal.
“Illyrians are trained warriors.  Our magic tends to be focused on making us powerful on the battlefield,” Azriel tells you carefully, trying to downplay how his power is designed to aid in killing enemies.  You narrow your eyes slightly, but don’t say anything else.  He had earned a kiss.
You press your hands against his chest as you lean up and capture his lips with your own.  Azriel places one of his hands on the back of your head, guiding your face exactly where he wants it.  He could scent the arousal filling the room, pleased that it was a mix of both his own arousal and yours. 
“Do you hunt or kill humans?” You ask suddenly, only now thinking of it.  “I mean, fae in general.  Not just you personally, of course.”  You stumble over your words as you watch Azriel’s expression shift slightly.  There was something dark lingering in his eyes.
“There are rules against it; there have been for centuries.  But not all fae follow them,” he admits, letting out a sigh.  He despised the fae that found brutalizing humans to be entertaining. 
You gulp slightly at his words, letting out a deep breath.  “And you?” You hated asking, but you needed to know.
Azriel shakes his head, his hazel eyes finding yours.  “No, I don’t kill unless I have a reason to,” he tells you seriously, and you can see the ghosts lingering in his eyes.  Your brain replays his words for a moment, processing all he’s telling you.  He’s a killer, and that should terrify you.  He’s a mystical being who has killed, and that should make you want to run and hide, regardless of his promise.  But he was standing in front of you with his darkened hazel eyes and his perfect tan skin, and you couldn’t imagine even trying to run.
Azriel waits for a long moment as you don’t say anything in return.  He could hear your heartbeat pick up at his admission, could scent the slight tang of your fear.  But you didn’t leave, didn’t scream.  Instead, you just nodded after a moment.
When you realize that he isn’t going to move, isn’t going to claim the kiss he rightfully deserves because he’s afraid any movement will cause your fear to bubble over, you give him a soft smile.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me, Azriel?” You ask playfully, willing yourself to relax. 
And when he nods and leans down to press a kiss to your lips, his mouth is a gentle brush against yours.  It almost feels as though it was a “thank you” for not running or hiding from him despite all he was. 
“Are you immortal?” You question when he pulls away.  He had called humans mortals before, so you wondered if that meant he was immortal.
“We live longer lives than humans do, but we can’t evade death.  We’re not truly immortal,” he murmurs, and lifts his hand slightly as though he might cup your face and draw you in for a kiss. 
When he hesitates, you take it upon yourself to lean up and capture his lips with your own.  If his kiss was a “thank you”, yours was an assurance.  An assurance that you would stay, that you would listen.  And assurance that even though he was almost immortal, you wouldn’t let your fear drive you away from him.
“How old are you then?”  You wonder with an eyebrow raised.  You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the real answer.
“Can I pass?” Azriel asks, his eyes slightly mischievous.
“Not if you want your kiss,” you tell him with a smile.  “But if you’ve had your fill of kissing, then go ahead.”  As soon as the words slipped out, you regretted them.  You didn’t know what you would do if Azriel said he was in fact tired of your kissing, if he’d had enough.
As though he could read your mind, Azriel catches your eye and says, “I could never be done kissing you.  You have no idea the things I want to do with you.” 
He almost wonders if it was too much, if he’d scare you off, but he can scent the way your arousal intensifies as you look at him with slightly glazed eyes.  His little angel.
“Then answer,” you demand lightly, your eyes locked on his perfect mouth.
“Over 700 years old,” he whispers, not waiting for your reaction before he’s pulling your face into his and letting himself get lost in his lust for a moment. 
The kiss absorbs the shock that spreads through your body at his words.  You couldn’t dwell on the vast age difference because Azriel was slipping his tongue inside your mouth.  You moan at the feeling as Azriel uses his body to push you back against your bed. 
As soon as you hit the mattress, Azriel is following you down, his wings looming over you as he presses searing kisses against your lips.  You pull his body closer to yours, enjoying the feeling of the friction against your core, and Azriel lets out a low groan. 
He was kissing down the vast expanse of your neck when you reached out with curious fingers to stroke his wings.  You had wanted to touch them as soon as you found out they were real.  Before you can reach them, however, Azriel reaches out and grabs your wrist tightly.  You whimper slightly at the contact, his hand crushing your wrist slightly in its grasp. 
For a moment, you and Azriel just stare at each other, his large hand still wrapped around your wrist, as you both recover your breath.
“Illyrian wings are sensitive- it’s um, instinctual for warriors to protect them at all costs,” Azriel explains, his widened eyes meeting yours. 
“I’m sorry, I had no idea,” you tell him, cursing your curiosity.
“No, it’s okay.  It’s not your fault,” Azriel soothes carefully, and it’s only then that he sees the slight pain in your expression.  He immediately releases your wrist, noticing how your features relax.  “Fuck, I’m sorry– did I hurt you?”
“I’m okay,” you tell him, shaking your head slightly, but he can tell that you’re lying.  He knew that humans were more fragile than fae and that his strength greatly overpowered yours, but he forgot how easy it would be to lose control, especially as you were grinding against him. 
Azriel sighs, pulling himself off of you, letting you sit up on the bed.  You can see the apology lingering in his eyes; the arousal that had been swimming in his hazel orbs replaced with guilt.
“I should go,” he tells you after a moment, needing to ensure there was space between your bodies.  He was too worked up.  If he took things further, he had no idea how he would control his strength.
“You don’t have to go, Azriel,” you say, mourning the taste of his lips.  You felt cold and empty without his body against yours.
He just shakes his head, giving you a small ghost of a smile. 
“I’ve been away for too long.  I should really go,” he murmurs, standing as you stare at him with widened eyes.  A part of you wants to beg him to stay, to know why he suddenly wanted to leave.  Had you done something wrong?
“Will I see you again?”  Is all you can muster to say, your boldness from earlier having abandoned you. 
He looks at you for a long moment, his eyes memorizing every crinkle on your face.  You can see the longing, the sadness, that lingers there, as he slowly moves towards the door.
“I hope so,” Azriel whispers before he disappears into nothingness.
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bruisedboys · 5 months
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Your characterization of the marauders is spot on for all of them!! Ok, here are my insane thoughts about Remus in no particular order:
- he’s obviously insecure about his scars, but nothing makes him feel better or more loved than when you trace them softly or kiss along one of them because you think he’s beautiful no matter what and you need him to know that
- he’d be the perfect boyfriend around the holidays, helping with baking and taking you around to see the lights and always making sure you have a warm drink and letting you borrow his sweaters because you just look so beautiful in them and doing a gift exchange where he gives you the most thoughtful gift ever because he always listens and always remembers every little thing you say
- he’s a great chef and he’ll never let the boys know, and as much as he loves taking you out and showing you off, his favorite dates are at home where he cooks a nice meal and you cuddle up to watch a movie after or he’ll read to you (omg his voice would be all soft and a little scratchy ahh)
- bookstore dates are the best, and you’ll go and pick out a book for him and he’ll pick one out for you and if it’s nice you’ll go read in the park or on your back porch but if it’s cold (like it is now) you’ll curl up on the couch together and read for the whole afternoon, just enjoying being near each other
- lately I can’t stop thinking about dad!Remus, he’d be so great while you’re pregnant and he’d read all the baby books and he’d baby proof your apartment and he’d get you whatever you needed or wanted at any hour of the day all while being stressed beyond belief but he’d never let you know that when you have much more important things to worry about and once the baby comes, she’s got him wrapped around her tiny little fingers (because he’s obviously a girl dad) and just imagine this tiny little baby being held so gently by this tall, deceptively strong man
- also I have some very detailed thoughts about book store reader x single dad Remus if you’d like to hear…
omg so many good thoughts thank you angel!!!! I will be thinking about all of these for the next 2-5 business days…..
- ok firstly YES. bf is very insecure about his scars but you tell him they’re pretty and make him look really handsome and he just loses it!!!!! the second you kiss or even just caress one of his scars he melts. also if you’re ever insecure about your own scars/stretch marks/other marks on your body he’ll show you his and be like but look :))) we’re matching babe :))))
- yes he is so christmas boyfriend!!!!! he’s such a good gift giver because he remembers everything about you and yes his gifts are always so thoughtful!! I feel like he’s very into handmade gifts too! I’m imagining a handmade clay vase or something like that. or a wooden jewellery box. omg!!
- real!!!! he cooks the best homey meals (domestic!remus 😵‍💫) like pasta dishes, soups, homemade bread. omg bread is definitely his speciality and he’ll make it fresh for you at the drop of a hat if you’re craving it <3
- bookstore dates!!! stop I am literally swooning. you and him will do a little game where you don’t let the other person see what book you’re getting until you’re out of the store and then you present it to them once you’re out!! he has the best taste in books so you always know it’ll be good 😌 and then when you read together he’s always gotta be touching you, your legs in his lap or his hand on your thigh, sometimes he’ll even lay in your lap!!!
- dad!remus will actually be the death of me. for some reason the idea of any of my favourite characters being dads just awakens something feral inside of me. he’s definitely the best ever when you’re pregnant!!! you better believe he’s doing everything for you, you’re not allowed to lift a finger babe. he’s very protective of you too, very gentle with you and aware of anything and everything that could hurt you or the baby even a tiny bit. if you’re emotional or sick or just having a really rough time he always holds it together for you, never losing his patience and always reminding you that you’re incredible and strong and he loves you!!! also also he loves his friends but he doesn’t let them rub your tummy or talk to the baby for too long, that’s his baby thank you very much 😇
oh em gee I’d love your thoughts on bookstore reader x single dad!remus 🤭 all of your thoughts so far were soooo good and fuelled my brainrot successfully
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goldenfigtree · 6 months
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Operation: Pamper Condor One
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Summary: It’s your one year anniversary and you decide to make it your mission to give Leon the treatment he deserves.
Pairing: Leon Kennedy (any Leon of your choice tbh) x Fem!Reader
Warning: toothrotting fluff
Note: yeah I know, I know it’s spooky season but I’m a lover for the aesthetic of Valentine’s Day and thought it’d make this Drabble even more romantic. Sue me! Either way I hope you enjoy! This one is one of my longer ones.
February 14th was a day you despised with every fiber of your being. The hearts, roses, and the sickly shades of red and pink never swooned you. Any mention of the holiday earned a gag and an eye roll from you in return. Mainly because it reminded you how single you were, but you never said that aloud. Instead you went with the more indirect reasonings when questioned,
“Valentine’s day is just another unnecessary commercial exploitation” was your favorite one to use. But deep down, you envied those who got to celebrate having a significant other, wishing you could join in all of the fun. That is, until Leon Kennedy came along. Being the cliche and cheesy guy that he is deep down, he decided it’d be romantic to ask you to be his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day at your doorstep with an oversized bouquet of roses. One year later and your perception of this romantic holiday had completely been redefined. That’s what love does to you, you guess.
And now here you were, a week before Valentine’s day secretly planning the most romantic evening you have ever planned in your life. To be fair, it was the first romantic evening you ever planned, making it the most romantic thus far. It being the first romantic date you had planned made you all the more excited and anxious to make sure everything was absolutely perfect. Not one candle or balloon was out of place. Despite all the chatter from your friends, saying that it should be the boyfriend planning these sort of dates on this holiday, you didn’t care how you may look putting this together. More important matters were at hand, specifically Leon not really being the same since his last mission.
You remembered clearly how exhausted he looked when you picked him up from the airport, how he practically fell into your arms, how permanent his frown has been since then. You hated seeing him like that. You wish you could take his pain and exhaustion away, but you couldn’t, and that you hated more. So, in hopes to lift his spirits, you thought of Valentine’s day being the perfect opportunity to give him the treatment he deserves, especially on a day that the both of you held dear to your hearts. Screw the tradition, the expectations, all you cared about was getting your Leon back. The Leon who was serious to some but especially giddy and happy with you. The Leon who always had a twinkle in his eye when explaining something he was passionate about. You were getting him back if it was the last thing you did.
The week flew out the window with the fiercely cold winds of winter, and the time had finally come to execute Operation: Pamper Condor One. Wearing a lipstick red chain knit sweater and a pair of jeans, you pull your hair up into a bun at the top of your head and wrap it with a white scrunchy with tiny hearts. Looking in the mirror you didn’t expect to come to this point in your life. You didn’t think you’d ever enjoy today like this, much less with someone who made life worth perceiving at a different, more positive angle. But, you weren’t complaining, you liked this new you and you sincerely hoped that you could bring the old Leon back tonight.
Looking around your apartment with brows furrowed, you murmured your checklist to yourself to ensure everything was in place. It was safe to say that you went all out with this one. Heart shaped pillows replaced your usual everyday pillows on the couch, candles were lit everywhere in the house to the point where it was almost a safety hazard, and most importantly, rose petals scattered on the sheets of your bed. Nibbling on your thumbnail, your mind spirals in a panic as you wait for him to arrive.
Is this too much? Will he hate it?
You thought to yourself looking around the apartment from your couch, your legs crossed and your one heart patterned sock covered foot bouncing anxiously. So deep in thought, you jump at the sound of Leon’s familiar knock, one he came up with so you knew it was him at your door. Standing up so fast, you begin to almost see stars as you clumsily make your way to your front door and swing it open.
“Hey beautiful” Leon greets, his voice soft, sentimental, yet so very exhausted. With an oversized bouquet of your favorite type of flower in his arms, he has to tilt his head to the side to look at you.
“Awe you shouldn’t have!” you gush happily as you tug his arms toward you to lead him inside.
“You didn’t think I’d forget our one year did you?” He grunts as he places the bouquet down on your kitchen counter.
“Never” You reply with a giggle as you watched him lean back to stretch his back,
“Jesus, those are heavy” He groans to himself, “you also have something coming in later tonight”
You couldn’t help but snicker at his obliviousness towards his surroundings, as he continued to speak,
“I also got us a reservation at your favorite restaurant, we’re supposed to be there in… wait what’s all this?” he asks softly, turning around and taking notice of the romantic ambience of your apartment.
“I’d cancel that reservation if I were you, because we’re not going” you say leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing your arms,
“We aren’t?” He asks cautiously, turning back to you. You smile smugly and shake your head,
“Nope, tonight we’re going to be focusing on you” turning him to face you and wrapping your arms around his neck, you place a soft peck on his lips as his eyes turn up in thought,
“Me?” He murmurs against your lips, earning an agreeing hum from you in return,
“Go sit at the dining table, I’ll be there in a minute okay?” still a bit unsure of how this evening was going to turn out, he eventually nods and makes his way to your circle dining table. Noticing a wrapped box leaning against his chair, wondering what it could be.
Not long after, you walk out with a pizza box in your hand, Leon’s eyes immediately light up noticing the emblem on the top lid,
“Is that–”
“Your favorite? Of course” you triumphantly respond, placing the box on the table and opening the lid. The savory aroma of melted cheese and pepperoni filled the air which filled Leon’s eyes with excitement. Something you hadn’t seen in a while, seeing it now made your heart soar. So far, your plan was going swimmingly. Serving him a slice, you place a kiss on his forehead and sit across from him. While taking a bite of his pizza, he looks around at all your hard work and attention to detail in awe,
“Babe, you did all of this…for me?” You look up from your plate and reach out to take his hand with a loving smile,
“Well, you’re always taking care of me, I thought maybe I could do it for a change” You explain, a bashful grin growing on your lips as you squeeze his hand. His eyebrows furrow as his mouth falls slightly, something told him it was because of how he’d been acting since he came home. Guilt washed over him, he thought he had hid it so well. But this extravagant gesture showed him the opposite of what he thought was reality. You had often asked him what happened and if he was feeling okay and in return, he just shrugged it off. Telling you not to worry about him, that he could take care of himself. Little did he know how much that isolated the both of you back then. But he saw it now,
“Baby, I’m sorry for being so off lately and shutting you out. I thought I was protecting you but I think I did the opposite” your eyes softened at his words as you stood from your chair. Kneeling down you take him in your arms and kiss his forehead,
“I know” your breath brushed against his skin, causing his shoulders to drop slightly, “You were trying to tough it out right?”
With a soft exhale through his nose, he nods his head slightly, “You know you don’t have to carry this weight on your own right? That’s what I’m here for” you continue brushing some his hair away from his face,
“I guess, I don’t exactly know how to do that” resting your forehead against his own, you rest your hands behind his neck, the pads of your fingers making his eyes flutter slightly in bliss,
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it easier for you, starting tonight”
A small smile grows on his face, your soft voice always being music to his ears, and knowing you cared this much, to do all this for him. Since you two had intertwined your lives, you continued to show him what he had been missing. What he yearned without knowing. Nodding his head, he leans in to press his lips to yours. His hands gently lifted you closer to him and before you knew it, you were sitting on his lap, legs dangling over his right thigh as your lips failed to pull away. Every kiss rebukes all anxieties and fears from both of your minds. After one last peck, his lashes flutter down as he notices the wrapped present against his chair again. You notice and with a chuckle you reach down and place it on the table,
“Happy One Year my love” you coo nuzzling your head against the side of his. You wished you could take a photo of the look on his face as he eyed the carefully wrapped box. He looked like a little boy on Christmas Day,
“go on, open it” you urge. With a quiet laugh he makes the first tear of the paper and then another tear. With your legs swinging, you watch him open the box and pull out a T-Shirt and read the words. His smile widens as he reads it and out comes a laugh you missed so dearly, like a dream that flees from you the moment you awake.
“My Girlfriend Is Hotter Than You” he reads it aloud and places a smooch on your cheek, “that she is, that she is”
“That’s not all” you say with a smirk, earning an eyebrow raise from him,
“Is there something else in the box?”
“Nope” your hands leave his neck and reach the hem of your sweater, beginning to lift it from your body. A motion, you noticed, made Leon’s cheeks redden. You lift it over your head and drop it to the floor to reveal your matching t-shirt,
“My Boyfriend Is Hotter Than You” in bold black letters matching him. He practically gasps and tightens his arms around you peppering kisses along your neck, making you giggle from his excitement,
“And you said you hated these type of shirts” he points out smugly,
“What can I say? You’re a bad influence on me” you retort back, standing up from his lap and extending your hand,
“C’mon the night isn’t over” Leon’s ears redden from your words, as he takes your hand and lets you lead him into the bedroom. Sitting him on the bed, you grab his shirt and lift it from the bottom, with a shy yet excited twinkle in his eyes, he lets you. Placing it neatly on your dresser, you sit behind him on the bed,
“What are you doing?” Leon asks with a look of intrigue on his face,
“Giving you a massage, duh” you tease,
“Oh, I thought we were gonna…” he clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle, “right” he adds, sounding a tad disappointed. Pressing a kiss on the back of his neck, sending shivers down the man’s spine, you ruffle his hair and whisper in his ear,
“Maybe later” you almost saw his ears perk up from your words as your hands stroked along the scars littering his back. You remembered the first time you saw those scars. Wanting to kiss every single one of them away, knowing how much of a burden they casted on your lovely boyfriend. Resting your hands on his shoulders, your thumbs knead the area beneath, feeling the pent up tension,
“Does this hurt?” You ask with uncertainty,
“No, feels good” he murmurs, his eyes gently closed. With a sigh of relief you begin to rub down and knead every area of his back. Sighs and grunts escape his lips as he feels his body tense and relax from your touch. You smiled softly, glad to see him receiving the attention and care he deserved. You couldn’t imagine how tense he must have felt using his body so brutally to survive and play hero. You could feel the exhaustion, pain, and stress leave with every manipulation of muscle, “I love you” he murmurs again, his eyes half lidded and a dreamy smile on his lips.
“I love you, too” you softly respond, hugging him from behind, “how do you feel now?”
“Amazing” he mutters under his breath, “Thank you”
You can’t help but gush at his words, always so sweet, so polite. Getting up from the bed you run to the bathroom and take one of your clay masks and place it on your dresser,
“You’re really spoiling me here” he comments bashfully as you also come back with the leftover pizza in the pizza box, his gift and turn on the tv.
You chuckle and begin opening the clay mask and walk over to him. He widens his eyes and holds his hands up, “Wait, lemme do something first” he says, causing you to lift your brows curiously. Grabbing the t-shirt you gifted him, he slips it on and admires the letters spreading across his chest, “Okay now you can continue”
“So you like the shirt huh?” You tease smearing the teal paste onto his forehead,
“I thought I made it obvious” he retorts back sassily, closing his eyes. You roll your eyes and continue smearing the mask on his face,
“There all done, now just relax” you reassure, pressing him farther onto the bed,
“Wait, you’re not wearing a mask” he points out taking the paste from you, “c’mere”
“Leon, this is about you remember” you protest,
“Last I checked, it’s our one year anniversary, not mine. Now come here, I’m not doing this alone” he adds the last part sternly, making you sigh in defeat and scoot over to him so he can apply the paste onto your face. You can’t help but smile as you watch him carefully apply the paste on your face as neatly as possible. After he finishes, he kisses your lips earning a sound in protest,
“Babe, you’re going to make the mask crack” you say sheepishly,
“Tuff” he remarks, hovering his body over yours to kiss you more deeply.
The doorbell rings making Leon pull away, his eyes filled with excitement,
“It’s here” he whispers to himself, hopping off the bed and making his way to the door. Coming back he holds a gigantic teddy bear, the exact one you were eyeing while the two of you were running errands together,
“You didn’t!” You gasp,
“I did” effortlessly, lifting the teddy bear that was half the size of him, he places it next to you, “like it?”
“I love it! Thank you” you gush hugging the bear tightly.
“Alright alright, I’m right here you don’t need to cuddle it now” he adds, a tinge of jealousy in his tone, pushing the bear aside and collapsing onto you earning an,
“Oof” from you as you wrapped your arms around him,
“I think I’m ready to talk about it all now” he says as he lays his head against your chest, looking up at you with puppy eyes. You feel all your worries of this plan being a disaster fall away from his words,
“Well go on, I’m listening” with a long, tired sigh he begins to explain everything. The horrors, the betrayals, the losses he endured to make it home. You kept quiet and let him talk about it. Your hands massaging his scalp to comfort him. Once he was done, he lifted himself up from you to look into your eyes,
“I really am sorry for shutting you out. I was just.. afraid of burdening you”
“What you go through, I want to go through it with you. I wish you understood that, that’s what I mean when I say I love you”
“I understand that now.” He begins to say, “we’re a team right?”
“Exactly, you’re so smart” your compliment causes him to blush and smile,
“What was it you said about doing something later?” He says endearingly,
“I said maybe”
“Is it more of a yes than a no kind of maybe or…” he responds suggestively, pressing himself against you making you blush slightly, “Because I think I owe you something in return for all of this, princess”
“If it frees your conscience, sure” wrapping your arms around his neck you lean forward and share a kiss with your lover. Feeling his smile curve against your own, it was safe to say Operation: Pamper Condor One was a success.
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rabbitsrams · 7 months
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ted having a little get together and mutual friend!schlatt is there.. you just got through a rough break up, and through word of mouth jay knows how shitty your ex was so he spends the night being so so so sweet to you.
making you laugh until it hurts, telling you you look nice unprovoked multiple times through the night. ted picks up on it, having been on the other end of schlatt’s shy confessions about you after your first introduction!! he ultimately becomes wingman and decides to host even more little hangouts, in hopes of ultimately (but naturally) pushing you two together.
schlatt giving you a ride home from one of them and you drunkenly kissing his cheek in gratitude,, tell me he wouldn’t go home call ted and kick his feet like a little school girl!! - scout 🦷
OHHH SCOUT THIS IS SO GREAT!!!! also it got a little long my bad lol
you had met schlatt at a little get-together that your college friend, ted, was having. schlatt was a bit of a flirt, but backed off when you told him you were taken.
he was still very kind to you, and you even found yourself slightly falling for him. he was sweet, handsome and very tall. (all things your current partner wasn't. at least that's what ted thought.)
a few months have passed. you were newly single and also invited to another get-together hosted by ted. you secretly hoped that schlatt would be there, even though you knew he lived in texas. who knows? maybe he was in la for another trip.
and right you were, because as soon as you entered your friend's apartment, there he was.
"hey! j, right?" you say.
"yeah! nice to see you again!" schlatt holds his hand out for you to shake. at the same time, you lean in for a hug.
"oh, sorry." you giggle, sheepishly taking his hand into yours and shaking.
"you're good, don't worry," schlatt says. "so, um, d'ya want a drink?"
"PLEASE. i really need it." schlatt leads you to the drink area in the kitchen, handing you a hard lemonade while he snags a beer.
schlatt is aware of the breakup, having been told by ted. you mentioned in the past how your ex treated you, passing it off as normal when it was the complete opposite. however tonight wasn't about them, tonight was about you.
"so, uh, how's what's their name?" schlatt asks, pretending that he didn't know of the breakup.
"who?"
"your, uh-"
"oh, my significant other? we actually, um, broke up." you look away, downing half the lemonade.
"oh. i'm sorry 'bout that."
"it's okay. honestly, they were kind of an asshole. in a way i'm glad it's all over." schlatt nods, placing a hand on your shoulder. you look up at him, giving him a sad smile.
"let's forget about that dick, we're here to party." schlatt says, putting an arm around you. you nod, smiling as you down the rest of your drink.
you say your hellos to ted and his other friends as you go around the apartment with schlatt. you two decide to hang out on the couch slightly away from everyone else. and you like it better that way because you're able to talk to schlatt with minimal interruptions.
you don't remember the last time you laughed this hard. he's naturally witty, even the smallest things he says make you giggle. he has such a way with words that even makes you swoon a bit.
"did i tell you how good you look right now?"
"you did, a few times. and thank you, you look good too."
you and schlatt slowly and unconsciously move closer together as the night goes on, with him throwing his arm around you while you lean on him as you're laughing.
all while you're spending time with schlatt, ted is watching you guys. he is very aware of how schlatt feels about you. he would always ask ted how you were doing whenever they would get on call to record the podcast. if ted ever posted a story with you he'd stare at it a little too long because you were so pretty. hell, even on the night you met, he kept ted up for an extra hour purely gushing over you.
he sees that you're smiling a lot more than you have been ever since the breakup. he knew that you liked schlatt and noticed how you looked at him when you met. there was definitely something there between you two.
"i'm gonna get another beer, want anything?" schlatt asks.
"just some water, thanks."
schlatt nods, standing from his spot and moving to the drink area. as he searches for a water bottle, ted comes up behind him.
"jesus christ, man, you scared the shit out of me!" schlatt grumbles, smacking ted on the arm.
"you know, this is the happiest i've seen y/n since the breakup." ted says, handing schlatt a can of beer.
"really?"
"yeah. they really like you. and i know how much you like them." ted wiggles his eyebrows, earning an eye roll and another smack from schlatt.
"shut up dude, i'm just tryin' to make 'em smile. they deserve it."
"i know, i know."
and from that point on, ted was going to try and get you two together. schlatt was in la for another week and ted knew he had a limited time to work his magic.
you were over ted's place every night since the party. what started out as a smaller gathering with you, schlatt and a few of your shared la friends turned into just the three of you.
and you loved hanging out with them. you were happy to have more time to hang out with schlatt and get to know him better. there was something about him that drew you to him, ever since you met for the first time months ago. and now that you were able to finally sit down and talk to him properly, you could properly assess your feelings for him.
and of course schlatt's feelings for you increased the more he hung out with you. you were just so amazing and fascinating and beautiful, how could he not catch feelings?
on the last night and last gathering before schlatt's flight back to texas, you went out to eat with the boys. you drank one too many margaritas which had you giggly and clingy, particularly toward schlatt.
he offered to drive you home after dinner, mostly to make sure nothing bad happened while you were drunk. ted happily obliged, letting schlatt use his truck while he ubered back to his place.
"johnnyyy... you're so kind. so sweet for taking me homeeee..." you slur, lightly tapping him on the shoulder.
"of course. need to make sure you're okay."
you giggle, thanking him. there was something about your drunken laughter that had schlatt absolutely swooning. you were so cute.
he helped you out of the car and up the stairs to your apartment. you try to take your keys out of your purse but drop them, the loud clang of the metal shocking you. "oh fuck."
"here, i gotcha." schlatt bends down to pick the keys up. you gasp loudly when the keys land in your hands.
"thank you! thank you so much! you got my keys! you got my keys!" you lean in to kiss him on the cheek.
he's absolutely star-struck at that, not even realizing that the door to your apartment opened and one of your roommates was standing there.
"thanks for bringing them home, i'll take it from here." they say. they help walk you inside the apartment before shutting the door.
"yeah, no problem..." schlatt goes down the stairs with an extra pep in his step, and once he's safe inside the car, he lets out an actual squeal.
"ted. they kissed me. they KISSED ME!"
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| benighted ↠ plunged into darkness ⸻ dabi |
synopsis ↠ despite last week's argument, you still found yourself at your boyfriend's first tour concert.
warnings ↠ smut. 18+. toxic relationship. rockstar!dabi. exhibitionism. face-fucking. black-coded reader. female reader. afab reader. reader learns she has a slight exhibitionism kink. degradation. honestly, a bit of dub-con. dabi calls reader a slut. hawks is in this. just trust me on this. dabi fucks you in the back of the club
writer’s notes ↠ despite me finishing it, it took me two weeks to edit it because I didn't feel like it. Lord... anyway I hope y'all enjoy this, I definitely tried to go out of my comfort zone with this one. also thank you for 2.3k followers. I luv yaaaalllll.
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It was loud. 
That was a usual occurrence when it comes to their shows. The crowds screaming, girls swooning, and guitar and bass clashing together in a rough medley as the drums and keyboard kept the tempo. LEAGUE was their name, a band Touy—Dabi joined three years ago, and since then has only been going up and up. You remember the day he told you he had finally found a band decent enough, crashing in your loft apartment laying across your body as you watched a movie together. His love for bass guitar was the one thing that he brought from his family home, his outlet from an explosive family dynamic.
Taking a deep breath, you gazed at him behind your sunglasses. He was shirtless, body glistening with sweat, the overhead spotlights giving him a cool glow. His arms and chest were littered with tattoos that you still didn’t know when he got done. His dyed black hair hangs over his face, covering his eyes ever so slightly. You then moved your gaze towards the crowd, looking all the way up into the nosebleeds. It was their biggest show to date, evident from their growing success. Couldn't help the little smile that formed on your face, you leaned against the wall as their guitarist, Spinner, if you remembered correctly led them to their last song of the night. As the slowest song played, you hummed along, nodding your head to the beat. You could feel a lot of movement behind you, stage managers getting ready for cleaning up after the show. 
As the final note came out, the crowd cheered louder than it had before for the night. Standing up straight, you held your bag close to you before turning around and beginning to walk away. You rather not be here when a flood of managers surrounded them, headed towards the dressing rooms. You passed by Magne, or Big Sis Magne dubbed by the rest of the band, according to Dabi. She was the only one who was somewhat nice to you, helping you get backstage while they were just beginning their show. You got to the dressing rooms, one for each band member. You got it in the middle, labeled with his very name as well.
Using the key Magne gave you, you unlocked it revealing the seemingly normal dressing room. Over to the left was a couch, with Dabi’s stuff all over it, his bass guitar’s case sitting against the couch. Sighing, you walked over to the desk, grabbed the rolling chair by the vanity table, and sat right on it. Staring at yourself in the multiple mirrors side by side, illuminated by bright Hollywood bulbs. Your curls fluffed out, falling a bit past your shoulders, dyed in the color Dabi had dared you to do a while back, now beginning to grow out. Reaching up, you pulled off your slim sunglasses, revealing the makeup you did for tonight. Matching with the black mini dress you were wearing, paired with some platform boots and belt chain, spelling “Chanel '' on it. 
You two were on bad terms once again, arguments spewing out all over a guy you met whilst partying with Dabi after one of his performances. To Dabi, it was as if you were holding a sign over your head screaming, “come fuck me” to the guy. You didn’t see it that, rather seeing it as enjoying yourself for once out of the few times you came with him to his stupid after-parties. When you brought up something you can’t even remember at this point. It was heavy, you threw things, and he brought up your family. And then you brought up his family. For some reason, that was out of bounds, all ending with him telling you not to bother coming to the first stop on the tour, which was a few towns over from where you live. It was something you were so proud of him for, and despite all that, you both found a way to pick another fight with each other. Still, you thought, you weren’t going to miss this for the world. 
“What are you doing here?”
Jumping at the unexpected voice, you turned around only to see the man of the hour. He came inside the room, closing the door behind him. He was still shirtless from his performance, his bass strapped around his body. In his hands he was holding a t-shirt, probably the one he was wearing on stage before he took it off. 
Ignoring the urge to stare at him, you looked up at him, “I wanted to come to support you, I promised you I would.”
He rolled his eyes, walking over to the couch with his things on them and going through them. Sighing, you walked towards him, grabbing his wrist while trying to pull him towards you. Despite the annoyance on his face, he let you pull him around. Luckily, there was just enough space for you to push him on the couch. Slowly, you climbed right on top of him, resting right on his lips against his black baggy pants. The sounds of his chains moving again to you as you got comfortable. 
“Come on, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” You told him, resting your arms against each of his shoulders. 
He still said nothing, looking everywhere but at you. Rolling your eyes slightly, you leaned down towards him, beginning to place slow kisses all along his exposed neck. The taste of salt left you unphased, and you continued your actions. His hands came up around your hips, squeezing them tight when you passed over a certain area on his neck. Your path moved up, and glossy kisses soon reached his cheek, moving your head around to meet him before resting your lips on his own. It was still a few seconds but he returned the kiss, moving his hands around your waist. Letting out a soft moan as he pulled you closer to him, unconsciously grinding on him as well. Dabi took control of the kiss with no fight from you, his grip around your waist falling down to your bottom. 
Dabi stood up with a grunt, you squealing as you held on to him tight, his hand still on your ass. He carried you over to the vanity, basically slamming you against the table. Gasping as he suddenly let go of the kiss, leading himself down to your neck, leaving his own rough kisses along it. 
“You piss me off so fucking,” you heard him mumble against your skin, “much.”
You couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, “you like it though.”
Dabi didn’t say anything but continued to lay kisses up and down your neck. Your own hands dug into his hair, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. His hands began to slide underneath your dress, sliding back the material. The clothing revealed the thin black thong you wore under the dress, already soaked. His fingers thumbed at the thin cloth, before wrapping his fingers around it, ripping it right off. Screaming you tried to push him away but he was attached to you, pulling the thin thong off your body. 
“Dabi, stop fucking ripping my panties—” cut off but him sinking two of his fingers within you. 
Gasping, your grip on his hair tightened in surprise. He smirked within your skin at your cut-off reactions, slowly thrusting the digits in and out of you. His cold thumb pressed against your clit, the sudden temperature change, causing you to squeal, back arching, head nearly banging against the table edge. As he fingered you, you could hear ruffles of clothing, and the sound of a zipper unzipping. Your hands left his hair, your manicured nails coming up around his back, underneath his shirt. Slowly, he removed his fingers, licking off the arousal all over them. Soon you felt hands upon your shoulders, pushing you down right back onto the floor. Looking up at him, staring at his blue eyes as his hands fumbled with his belt and zipper.
Reaching up, pulling down his pants as well, his lengthy cock slapping you slightly in the face. You stuck out your tongue, laying it flat against the underside, moving your head up. Dabi groaned, his hands grabbing at your hair before pursuing you against him. Gasping as he pulled you up slightly, before pressing his tip past your lips. His thick cock forced itself down your throat, pushing it down, gagging around him as he did. Drool dripped down your face, as he fucked you roughly, smirking down at the way your lips stretched around him. You tried to suck, matching his crude pace, the only thing you could do was relax as best as you could, letting him take full control of you. 
“Fuck, look at your drooling with my dick in your mouth,” he cursed, hissing as he pushed you down further, causing you to gag even further. 
Tears threatened to fall out of your eyes, your inner thigh sticky with slickness. Your hands held out to his thighs, finding some sort of balance as he suddenly pressed you down, basically forcing all of him down your throat. 
“How are you gonna make it up to me? Swallowing my cock like a slut, huh?” He huffed out, his voice getting tiger with tension, his grip doing the same. 
You tried your best to nod your head, mouth still full. You tried to cross your thighs as much as you could within your position, but he forced his foot in between them, pressing his heavy boot right over your drenched pussy. Your choked moan vibrated against, him, striving to grind yourself against him. He let off a menacing smirk, letting go of your braids before using both of his hands to hold you, forcing your head up and down. 
“Fuck, fuck so fucking nasty, take take it all… “ he groaned, throwing his head back. 
With one final thrust, with no remorse for you, groaning as he came down your throat. He kept you down, ignoring your slight protests, relishing in the feeling of your throat around his cock. Soon he let you go, allowing you to breathe, gasping with lips wet with cum and spit. You felt his hand grab you under your chin, before forcing right up to your feet. He pressed his lips against your wet ones, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Bracing yourself at the intensity, hands grasping around his arms as he pushed back against the vanity, this time pushing you up, making you sit on the table. Dabi gripped your thighs, parting your legs wide open, revealing your soaked cunt. His hands reached down, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your gushing pussy. Moaning, back arching as he rubbed slow, harsh circles into your clit.
Just as his hands began to slide your dress, a loud knock came at the door. 
“Dabi, hurry the fuck up! We still have this fucking after-party to go to!”
It was Toga, another one of Dabis’ bandmates. Groaning, feeling cold as Dabi pulled away from you.
“Do we have to go?” You asked him, bringing his arms back around his waist.
 He groaned, looking between the door before back at you. Slowly he pulled away from you, helping you off the table before walking towards his things. As he fixed up his bag, you fixed up your dress, pulling your straps up once again. Glancing down at the scraps of clothes on the floor that was once your thong, seeing Dabi bend over and pick them up. Rolling your eyes, turning around, grabbing your bag, pulling out the lipgloss you brought, and fixing your lips back up. As you did, you could feel an arm slither around your waist, before pulling you closer. You look up, seeing Dabi now fully shirted, this time it was black, but it had the LEAGUE symbol on it. Leaning down, he placed his lips roughly back on yours, surprising you for a bit. His hard press cast your legs to shake a bit, grabbing on him and his shirt to find balance. Slowly he broke the kiss, your lips slightly swollen from the intensity. 
Another loud knock came to the door, even louder than the one before. He sighed again, looking at the door before back at you. With no words, he jerked his head towards the door, eyebrow raised. Understanding the silent question, “wanna head off?” You nodded your head, taking your lipgloss and reapplying it as Dabi guided you to the door. He walks you two to the door, opening to reveal Toga standing outside, an irritated look on her face. 
“Finna-fucking-lly, the tour bus is waiting for us t take us there.” She said before locking eyes with you. 
She just rolled her eyes, before walking away. A grimace came on your face, rolling your eyes and looking down at the girl as she walked away. You looked back up at Dabi who simply shrugged his shoulders before walking off, taking you with him. 
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It was loud. 
Much like the concert but this time, you were ready to go home. The after-party was happening at a club twenty minutes away from the concert venue. You kept to yourself, sipping away at the cranberry vodka he had gotten you five minutes ago. It was crowded with lots of people but mostly the growing fanbase of the band, filled with mostly well-meaning fans, but also those who didn’t understand the basic idea of personal respect. You met the stink eyes of one too many girls who were part of Dabi’s own growing fanbase. You looked away from them, however, trying to keep your focus on Dabi when a familiar flash entered your vision. 
Neon lights made up for the full-on darkness the club was in, everyone wearing glowing ornaments. You wore glowing blue and purple bangles all along your gloved hands and arms, right along with the silver bracelet Dabi got you a few months ago. Your rope-like twists up in a high ponytail, and you ripped your shot against the person in front of you before thawing it right back. Everyone around you cheered as you finished your shit first, slamming it against the bar table. The man in front of you, someone you had just met tonight, finished his shot before copying your movements, slamming his own glass on the table. 
“Okay, okay I'll admit to you, you're a better drinker than me!” He acknowledged, giving you a half-exaggerated bow. 
You can help but laugh loudly, alcohol roaring and moving through your system. 
“Thank you for finally admitting it,” you said, taking his acceptance. 
You had no idea how you even got to this situation, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, but this was probably the most fun you’ve had coming to these types of parties. After his shows, he liked to drag you out to different clubs and parties. Laughing, you leaned against the bar before turning around to order a club soda, something to help you sober up. You could feel the man come up beside you, asking for the same thing you did. As you two got your orders, you turned towards him, the two of you taking a sip of the carbonated water, you couldn't help but smile at each other. The drink cooled your system down a bit, allowing you to focus on the man in front of you. His hair was feathery, like a bird’s wings, wearing a simple black shirt that was only buttoned once, revealing his sweaty chest. His golden-brown eyes were piercing through you, despite his humorous countenance. 
Once the two of you finished your drink, handing them back to the bartender, the man spoke up first, “Keigo, but most people just call me Hawks. I still don’t know why.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the nickname, glancing between him and his hair, “I can think of one reason.”
The two of you broke out in laughter, but just before you could say anything, you heard a throat clear behind you. You turn around and Hawks glance right behind you, you staw familiar tattoos along with piercing blue eyes gazing right between the two of you. Immediately you got out of your seat, making your way toward your glowering lover. Heart pounding slightly as you glanced at him, seeing him no longer focused on you but on the man you were just talking to. You came up in front of him, trying to wrap yourself around him. It was futile, him pushing you off of him as he walked closer and closer to him. 
“You tryna piss me off right now?”
“Dabi—” you tried to cut in but Hawks cut in right before you could. 
He glanced between the two of them before shrugging his shoulders, “hey, we were just having some fun, no need to get all angry.”
Dabi rolled his eyes, reaching to grab him by the shirt before you finally stepped in, pulling his hand off of him. Dabi pushes you away, before sending a punch flying to Hawks’ face, the entire audience around you gasping as he did. The blonde man slumped on the floor, Dabi wiped away what little blood he had on his hands onto his dark pants. Once He did he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from everyone, despite you fighting his hold. You weren’t too far from everyone before pulling yourself out of his hold. 
“What the actual fuck was that?!” You screamed at him, trying to push him away from you. 
He just scoffed as you continued to yell at him, “the first time I actually have some fun at these fucking parties you drag me to and you PUNCH someone in the face?”
“Didn’t know throwing yourself around counted as fun,” he yelled right back at your face, everyone around him hearing him loud and clear. 
The argument continued well into the night, ending up with you two right at your apartment, screaming at each other
It was him. Hawks, he called himself from a week ago. 
You glanced over his form, he wore a glossy-like silver shirt, with black pants with it as well. His hair still looked the same as before, and he wore glasses above his face. His shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit, revealing just enough of his chest, tied in the silver chain hanging down from his neck. Your eyes continued to gaze down his form, but before you could do anything else. The grip that was once resting around you tightened before mostly pushing you against the wall. Gasping at the sudden hand around your neck, pressing you further into the wall. 
“Dabi,” you tried to get out but were cut off by his other hand slipping under your dress, roughly pressing against your clit.
The feeling of your oxygen slowly being more and more restrictive as your body reacted, twisting in growing euphoria as he did. He said nothing, grunting and positioning his body in between your legs. His grip around you loosened a bit as you felt his cold zipper press up against your cunt. His fingers soon left before feeling him fumble against his button and zipper. 
Gasping, relaxing where exactly you were, glancing around at the backs turned towards you. 
“Dabi, fuck baby, we’re in public! Wait,” you squealed, feeling his thickness begin to press against you. 
Cursing, grabbing a hold of him as he sunk his thickness into your wet heat, squirming within his hold. The wall vibrated with the heavy bass and 808 drums of the music within the club. Your eyes glanced all around you, before locking eyes into a golden brown that seemed to have gotten closer. A sudden thrust broke the slight trance you were under, moaning as he repeatedly plunged into you, uncaring of your own concerns. His hand fully left your throat, allowing you to breathe and speak as it came up under your thighs, before pressing them up against the wall, parting your legs in full. The new position allowed him to penetrate deeper into you. Your squeals were luckily covered by the music, and the darkness covered you just enough that if no one looked hard enough, they would see you. 
Yet there were those gold-brown eyes, in the corner of your vision as you were now focused on Dabi fully. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you and you knew it, and you had the biggest feeling as he fucked you against the wall, that Dabi knew as well. 
Was that it? Did he press you up here just because he knew he was watching?
“Squeezing around me like a fucking vice,” he groaned, leaning right up in your ear as he did so, “is it because he’s watching you? Huh?”
“You like him watching you get fucked like a little whore?”
You pulsed uncontrollably against him, melting unconsciously with his words. His deep raspy voice incited something within you. His tongue came up around your ear, lapping at it before nibbling away. Your body convulses, curling up against the wall as your thighs tremble, feeling your orgasm building quickly way too quickly. 
“Look at him, look at him.”
Gasping, you lifted your head as much as you could, and yet, you could still see his figure looking right at you. At this point he had found a seat, holding a drink close to his face, but yet, he was still looking right at the two of you. 
You don’t know what it is, the circumstances, you don’t know, but your body shook violently, coming with a shout which you muffled against his shirt, holding him close. Your arousal dripped down your thighs, drenching part of his shirt and the front of his pants as you held him close to you. Dabi’s own thrust didn’t slow down, in fact, they sped up, his hips slamming against your inner thighs. With one final thrust, he groaned against your shoulder, feeling his cum filling you right up. Letting out heavy breaths, feeling his warm hand grab your hand under your chin. He pulled in, placing heavy pecks against your lips. Your body felt like jelly as he slid out of you, feeling the mixture of your and his cum slowly sliding out of you. His hands came around your dress, pulling down the short material before wrapping his arms around your waist. He soon pulled you out of the darkness, pulling you behind him as he greeted those around him. He bid them goodbye before taking you out of the crowd. 
As you walked, you glanced back toward where he was sitting, only to find an empty seat. You looked back at Dabi who was just walking ahead of you, holding your hand. He led you outside, where he went up into the tour bus parked down the street. Dabi knocked on the door, allowing the driver to let him in. He guided you towards one of the beds. Just like a light, you fell into a deep, unclouded sleep. 
As you slept peacefully, Dabi’s own phone buzzed with a sudden message. He pulled out his phone, before smirking at the sudden message. 
H: you get what you want, sick freak?
D: Yep.
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tenaciousduckpoetry · 9 months
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Interacting with Spider-Woman (ft. Dating Gwen)
Warnings: fluff, angst, playful banter, fem reader, mention of death, SPOILERS
Your first interaction with the one and only Spider-Woman was when she popped in at your workplace. You were serving at the register and she just so happened to waltz in and order a honey infused tea.
You memorized her by the first three times you spoke to her and she had memorized every single freckle on your face
It's one of those scenarios where you know each other, but she hasn't necessarily told you about this alter ego of hers. Hell, she was dating you- although the relationship was fairly new (like a couple weeks)
As those weeks turned into months you began to notice just how often this Spider-Woman was coming to your work
In fact, she knew exactly when you finished work and had offered to walk you home multiple times
"you sure about that? I'm sure someone's getting robbed somewhere." You'd tease her
"I'm sure." She'd reply and under the mask would be that sweet smile that often made you swoon
She'd take you home so often that you were getting used to the fast swinging and 'thwip' of her webs
That was until it got stuck to your clothes and it took you weeks to wash it out
"Next time it sticks to my shirt, you're washing it." You'd huff in playful annoyance, "My mum was so mad when she saw it, thinks I'm in a gang or something."
Gwen would laugh so hard, practically snorting
"Oh, really? A gang, huh? Must be pretty cool being apart of the spider gang." She'd bump your shoulder, still walking you home after every shift
You don't remember ever telling you when your shift ends, it just seems like she always knew
Evantually you started to wonder about how many times Gwen would run off and Spider-Woman would rush in a few minutes after
You payed no mind to it for so long, but now things were making too much sense
You never asked, it didn't feel right to ask
If you ever did ask Gwen I think she'd be frightened. After what happened with Peter she saw to never make friends (let alone getting a partner), so she'd shut you down.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
You bring up Peter
"You have no right to bring him into this! He has nothing to do with you and me or Spider-Woman!"
"You do, Gwen! I know now- You disappear and a few seconds later she comes running in! You're the only person who knows when my shifts end and she walks me home! It makes sense. Just humour me, please."
It ends in an argument, but you come back to apologize. You didn't necessarily mean to explode like that. She was right, you had no right to bring up Peter like you did. It wasn't fair
"You are right." She'd say, "But you have to understand that I have been hiding this from everyone.. I told Peter and you saw what happened." Her voice cracks and your hands meet hers
"I know.. I'm so sorry. It wasn't fair."
After forgiving and forgetting, you both still pretend to not know each other when meeting each other as Spider-Woman
However, that doesn't stop Gwen from sneaking in small kisses on the cheek when no one's looking
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crisiscutie · 22 days
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Hi, I really like your work and this is my first time requesting anything on tumblr, so here it goes: Can I please have an Aerith Gainsborough x gender neutral darling fic, where the darling has a bad day and just collapses into Aerith’s arms sobbing, wanting to be comforted? Thank you!
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Hi, welcome! Thanks for the request! I don't do fics for requests, but I do scenarios and headcanon sets. For this, I can make this an HC set.
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You fucking had enough today. Besides having to deal with rude customers at your job today, your boss just had to throw you under the bus to please them. And then the bastard later berated you for your recent lackluster sales.
Just as you entered your apartment, verging on a breakdown, Aerith called and invited you to hang out. You almost said no, but there's just something this time that made you say yes.
When you arrived at her house, you gave her a fake smile as Elmyra let you in. But right away, Aerith knew something was wrong. She knew you inside out.
You kept your façade up for as long as you could, even when you two went into her room for some privacy. Her forest green eyes locked onto yours, whispering your name gently.
You finally broke there, falling into her arms and letting all of your emotions out.
She held you close, stroking your back, listening to every word you said. After you were finished, she lifted your head up, giving you a hopeful smile.
"What they did to you today wasn't your fault! Screw them! You're much better than that, darling!"
You stayed silent, taking her words to heart as she continued to talk.
She then paused briefly, taking a deep breath. She held your hand and gave it a squeeze.
"I can't believe they would treat you like that," she said, her warm voice laced with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "But you're here with me now. You're safe."
When she gently wiped away your tears, you pressed your cheek against hers during your hug.
A sweet aroma aroused your senses as you break from the hug, coming from the kitchen downstairs. You realized your favorite childhood dessert was coming out of the oven.
"Oh! I almost forgot about that!" Aerith exclaimed, grabbing your hand excitedly and guiding you towards the kitchen.
When you two got there, you noticed the dessert sitting on the table, gently cooling off. Elmyra stood nearby, smirking at you two with her arms crossed.
Aerith thanked her profusely for taking it out in time. She grabbed spork to scoop out a small portion of your favorite dessert. With her hand under your chin, she offered it to you, urging you to try it.
You opened your mouth and tasted the divine flavor that danced on your taste buds, filling you with ecstasy and nostalgia, just like the good ol' days. It left you craving more. Aerith giggled, tilting her head in amusement.
"I remember when you told me about this. I tried my best making it exactly the way you remembered it!"
Her willingness to go to such lengths for you made your sad heart swoon. Your lips curved into a smile of gratitude when you two sat down and devoured the rest of the delicious dessert.
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Stained Red - Chapter Five
Chapter Five - Nonsense
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WARNING: Smut ahead
1 week later
For the last 7 days, Matt has made an appearance in your day. Whether it was for 5 minutes or 5 hours - he always showed.
He still hasn't seen your apartment, though, and he doesn't usually want to hang out at night.
You've noticed some bruising on his face and knuckles, but brushed it off to a gym accident of some sort.
But... every day?
You couldn't help but worry about him. He's been almost too good to be true - he hasn't overstepped or tried to go past a kiss.
It's Saturday morning - the temperature has dropped significantly since the start of autumn. You smiled at what you think Matt would say if he saw you getting an iced latte when it's this cold out.
Before you headed out for your daily dose of espresso, you looked in the mirror, sliding your hands over your curves.
Body acceptance is something you work on every day. Something you preach to your readers, but have a hard time accepting yourself.
You're soft in some areas where other women are sculpted, which leads you to compare yourself to almost every woman you meet.
You sighed as you ran your fingers through your curls, helping the volume. You're sporting one of your favorite sweat sets with warm ugg boots - which truly means summer is over.
You heard your phone buzz on your entryway table right before you went to throw it in your purse.
Matt: Good morning, beautiful. I hope you enjoy your Saturday. PS - don't forget about my copy of your book in braille.
You smiled down at the phone screen, tapping the sides lightly before responding.
You: I'll work on that today. I'm about to get my latte.
Tell him you miss him. Tell him you miss his touch. His lips. His scent.
You: I hope you have a relaxing Saturday. 🤍
Girl.
You shook your head as you slipped your phone in your purse, locking your doors and heading to the coffee shop.
You plan on stopping by a small book shop after you pick up your latte, adding to your endless TBR (to be read).
As you were browsing the bookshelves, your phone buzzed with a call.
"Hey, are you home yet?" Matt's voice still had a bit of morning-ness in it.
What you would do to wake up next to him and hear that voice.
"No, I'm at the bookstore. Are you okay?"
"Well, I'm outside your house."
"Matthew." You laughed, bringing your books to the counter. "I'm checking out now. I'll see you in a few."
"No rush. I just couldn't wait to see you." You heard Matt smile at the other end of the phone call.
Swoon.
You stuffed your new books in your tote bag after you checked out, eager to see the Matt. You've been thinking about him nonstop, and the thought of him waiting outside your apartment for you made your heart flutter.
When you approached your apartment, he had a bouquet of white roses.
"Matthew." You say breathlessly, kissing his plump lips before grabbing the bouquet. "These are beautiful."
"I remember you said you loved white roses, and you love how they looked in your apartment. Not like I know what that looks like, I've only been in your living room, but-"
"Why don't you come in?" You tilted your head, analyzing his face.
"I don't want to impose, I was thinking I would drop these off and-"
"Leave? Nonsense." You waved your hand, walking up the stairs. "Come in."
Thank God you did a house reset the night before. After you and Matt went your separate ways, you felt the intense need to clean.
You opened the door to your apartment, setting your keys in the bowl next to the door and your purse on the purse rack.
Matt breathed in, seemingly taking in the scent of your home.
"Do you want something to drink?" You ask, putting the flowers in a vase, positioning them on your counter.
"I'm ok." Matt walked over to you, caressing your face. "I missed you."
Your heart was now in your ass.
You leaned into him, pressing your ear to his chest and wrapping your arms around him. You couldn't utter the same words, but you knew he felt them.
You looked up at him, slowly pressing your lips to his. Your hands drifted to his hair, opening your mouth slightly, deepening the kiss.
Matt pulled away, whispering your name. "We don't have to do anything, that's not what I came here for."
"I know." You pulled him into you again, this time his mouth let you in. Your tongue grazed his bottom lip slowly before giving it a gentle bite. Matt winced with pleasure.
You lead Matt to your room, pulling him down next to you on the bed. His hand almost covered your whole face as he kissed you again, his thumb going back and forth on your skin.
You slowly brought yourself to straddle his waist, his hands gliding down your sides to your ass. You could feel his erection on your thigh. Matt was wearing slutty grey sweatpants. I'm sure he knew the effects of grey sweats on women.
You smiled to yourself at the thought.
Spreading your legs a bit more, you gently grab Matt's hand and bring it underneath your sweatshirt. Your skin shuddered at his touch.
The kisses between you and Matt deepened, your core dampening with every motion. Matt's hand slid to one of your breasts, palming it over your bra.
"These feel even better than I imagined." Matt whispered against your lips, his index finger sliding into your bra, circling your nipple.
An involuntary moan escaped your lips. You were feeling bold this morning, so you're sweatshirt was off within a minute of his statement. You leaned back a bit as you threw your sweatshirt on the ground, Matt's hands immediately going to your chest.
"These are beautiful." Matt kneaded your breasts, bringing his lips to your neck, kissing, sucking, and biting. "Tell me if you want me to stop."
"We'll be here forever then." You almost moan, bringing your hand to his erection. Matt put one of his hands over yours, pulling himself from your neck.
"I want this to be about you." He moved your hand to his arm, his lips attacking your neck. "Don't worry about me, princess."
Fuck. Could he be any more sexy?
The answer is yes.
Matt flipped both of you on the bed, bringing his lips to your right breast. He kissed around your nipple before flicking it with his tongue, his eyes looking in your direction.
"Matthew." You moaned, your palm going to the back of his head. You felt his lips form into a smirk as he continued sucking and biting. His head traveled down your body, kissing your stomach. Your body twitched at his kisses. You didn't know if Matt knew how you felt about your body, but he was loving it enough for both of you at this moment.
"May I?" His finger pulled on the elastic of your sweatpants.
"Please." You gulped, looking down as he slid your sweatpants off, revealing your baby pink thong. His fingers tapped the fabric, while his other hand was squeezing your thigh.
"So wet for me already." Matt smirked, pulling the panties down to your ankles. "What a good girl."
Your head goes back, hands buried in his hair.
"My princess." Matt whispers against your core as you feel his nose touch you before his lips.
His hands grab your thighs roughly, most definitely leaving (several) marks. Your body jolted as his tongue entered your cunt, his fingers pressing down on your skin gently.
"Matt." You moaned his name, pulling at several strands of his hair.
"Mmm, I love the way you say my name." His words vibrated against your cunt, sending your heart to a mile a minute. His tongue soon found your clit, which earned a breathy moan from you.
Matt slipped a finger, then two, into your folds as he sucked on your clit. You started to feel euphoria, your legs wrapping around Matt's face as your hips rolled into him. The world was gone - it was just you and Matt.
You felt Matt's face leave your center, your arousal and more glistening on his lips. The sudden departure left you feeling empty.
"You taste even better than I imagined." Matt whispered, pressing his plump lips to yours. You were breathless, your legs shaking from the overstimulation.
You have never came from a man going down on you.
Let alone that fast.
"Matthew." You moaned, still feeling that high. "Let me return the favor."
"Not today, princess. I've been wanting to taste you since I met you."
Your gaze shifted to Matt's lips, so plump and pillow soft. You could kiss that man all day and still want more.
"How'd I taste?" A smirk formed on your face.
"Like water after being parched for years. Like the best part of a meal. Your taste is - addicting. Euphoric." Matt kissed you again, catching you off guard.
And he thought you had a way with words?
This is my first time writing smut so please bare with me! I hope you're all enjoying Stained Red :)
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sassycheesecake · 6 months
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It was the middle of the night when you hear lots of tapping noises while you are sleeping in your apartment.
It sounds like multiple taps all at once, almost like little pebbles hitting your glass window.
Groaning, you turn to the other side in your bed, away from the noise that keeps coming from your window.
All of sudden, the noises stopped and you sighed in relief, happy to go back to sleep.
But then, when you were mere seconds away to falling into your dream of a zombie apocalypse, the noise of something hitting your window came back, a lot louder this time.
Apparently, whatever flew against your window broke the glass and now a big rock of the size of a rat lays on your floor.
When the sound of broken glass finally wakes you up with a startled gasp, you run to see what could have caused this.
A stalker? A murderer? A kidnapper? A shooter?
As soon as you look outside, you see a tall figure standing on the ground, all dressed in black.
You’re about to run to grab your phone from its charging station to call the cops, but when the big figure pushed down the hoodie from his head, you see spiky salt-and-pepper colored hair, with a big smile and golden, illuminating eyes.
Your heart does a few exciting jumps, easily being able recognize that hair from miles away.
But then you remember that the cute asshole just busted your window.
Opening it, you see Bokuto coming closer to you, if he had a tail, he‘d be wagging it wildly.
"Bo! You busted my window!" You hissed at him.
"I am sorry, love! But you weren’t answering your phone or my window call so I had to use something bigger! I just missed you so much." He looks sheepishly back at you, as he kicks one of his shoes into the dirt.
You sigh, his cuteness never fails to make you swoon for him.
You don’t get to see your boyfriend often due to his busy job, recently promoted to a wakagashira, the first lieutenant of Shūgo Meian, family boss of the Black Jackals of Tokyo.
"Can I come in and see you? I haven’t seen you in weeks! Boss had me running his errands forever." He pouts and gets even closer to the window. The only thing that separates you from him, is being on the second floor.
Now, Bokuto could be a normal person and just use the front door like a normal person, but Bokuto is not a normal person.
No.
That 6' 2.9" pure muscle of a man takes a few steps back and you know what that means.
Bokuto starts running towards your window and jumps to climb up the pipes on the side of your apartment.
The first time he did that, you screamed in fear, terrified he would fall and die.
With the many times he has done that, it’s a piece of cake for Bokuto now.
You see his tattooed hands on your window sill, pushing himself up with a small grunt, yet it looks like he didn’t break a sweat.
When he slides over your window frame, and stands up to his full height, you almost tear up in happiness.
Like magnets, the two of you almost run into each other, engulfing yourselves in a tight hug.
Bokuto is nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling your familiar strawberry shampoo, while his strong arms wrap around your waist.
Standing up on your toes, you have your arms wrapped his neck, almost tearing up because you missed your muscular teddy bear so much.
Even if he occasionally has to kill people, easily snap someone‘s neck with his bare hands, he still has the softest heart around you.
Like sending you flowers almost every day, hiring someone to deliver food to you whenever you’re hungry or sending you romantic poems, pouring his whole heart into words of affirmation if he can’t be with you physically.
When he takes a small step back, he still has you in his arms, and he takes a good look over you, making sure you‘re okay.
"Kō? Everything okay?" You quietly ask your lover with a worried look on your face because it looks like he is close to tearing up.
"I just missed you so, my precious sweetheart. I am sorry I was gone for so long, you’re always in my thoughts every day and when you didn’t answer your phone…. I-I was so scared that something happened to you." Almost shaking, he responds while caressing your face.
You see the two owls on his neck, one great horned owl, representing him and one collared owlet, representing you.
He got that tattoo done on your first anniversary together, you sat with him while he didn’t flinch a single time, he just kept smiling at you while caressing your hand with his own.
That may have been a stupid decision on his part, because everyone knows you shouldn’t get a couple tattoo of your partner but you know it and Bokuto knows it.
You are soulmates, even if your worlds are completely different from another.
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I'm here on the behalf of the "send me a character" ask game and I'm going to cheat by asking for two characters: Hua Cheng and mtp Sherlock Holmes (bc tgcf and mtp are both special interests of mine and I'm always excited remembering you post about both of them)
I love that there are other people who are into both of these series!
Send Me a Character & I'll Tell You✨️
Sherlock Holmes (Moriarty the Patriot)
My first impression: tbh he definitely grew on my gradually, I seem to remember watching the anime the first time and every time the focus was on him being like BACK TO WILLIAM BACK TO WILLIAM.
My impression now: I am so fond of him. I think he is sincerely such a lovely adaptation of Conan Doyle's character. He's lively and silly and moody and awkward and smart and caring and I just really like him.
Favorite thing about that character: I feel like he's very...steadfast. He sets his mind to something and just goes for it, stubbornly. Sometimes unhealthily. But I admire it.
Least favorite thing: I do still get a little bored anytime the story is just on him without William. I love him best when he's with his hubby.
Favorite line/scene: obvious pick but THAT whole interaction on the train is one of my favourite scenes in the whole series. "I was just thinking it'd be fun if you were that clever mastermind"????? [parapharasing again] Sherlock that is crazy people talk, what are you on about you kinky weirdo. But also the bridge scene is right up there. And the rooftop.
Favorite interaction that character has with another: extremely hard to pick between Sherliam moments but I think I'm gonna land on the entirety of chapter 67.
A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Hmm. Bond, maybe. I want to see them get really chummy in part two.
Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: Sherlock Holmes from the original ACD stories. 🤣 (Again, I'll edit if/when I think of a better answer)
A headcanon about that character: He idolized Mycroft as a little kid but between a mix of teenage cringe-syndrome over hanging out with big bro and the ways he sees their worldviews as diverging, they drifted apart as he got older.
A song that reminds of that character: Sherlock-focused-Sherliam
An unpopular opinion about that character: Idk if this counts, but that he doesn't actually actively dislike women (though he is very gay and not interested in them romantically/sexually) he's just annoyed by the front proper Victorian society makes them put on. Once he actually gets to know a woman, he usually likes them.
Favorite picture: pretttttty
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Hua Cheng (Heaven Official's Blessing)
My first impression: I first saw a clip of the scene where he's leading Xie Lian through the bloody forest in the wedding clothes beneath the red umbrella, and I downright swooned over the romance of it all.
My impression now: basically the same. THE romantic character. Like. Literally a character who exists for the sole purpose of loving another. I'm getting sentimental in my old age, because I would have turned my nose up at that idea fifteen years ago, but now I adore it.
Favorite thing about that character: he's just so gentle and careful and thoughtful and loving? But also powerful and dangerous. Knight in shining armour hours. But then to be all of that and also be such a bratty, sometimes teasing and sometimes sulky husband is so funny I love it.
Least favorite thing: Uhhh. Hmm. I get why he's mean to...basically everybody but Xie Lian, because everyone has been cruel to Xie Lian. But in a sort of realistic sense that I don't actually bother to apply to fiction like this, I'd like to see him encourage Xie Lian to have other people in his life. It's fine if he wants to stay mad at Feng Xin and Mu Qing, but he should invite Yushi Huang for tea and encourage Xie Lian to hang out with Yin Yu and so on. It would be good for them both to have other friends. But like. That's me forcing myself to come up with an answer lmao.
Favorite line/scene: any big romantic speech, but also anytime he just absolutely embarrasses himself. "Gege, want to get married?" PFFFT. Loser (I love him.)
Favorite interaction that character has with another: I think the part where he's disguised and Xie Lian is laughing at him and he's pouting, and then "Only after having met you did I rediscover that it's such a simple thing to be happy." Just imagining what that must have done to Hua Cheng's heart makes me so happy.
A character that I wish that character would interact with more: Yushi Huang. They are covert infiltration buddies.
Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: Has there ever before been this level of simp? Has anyone else romanced so hard? I'm gonna say maybe Kurogane from TRC, because ( TRC SPOILERS) while Hua Cheng is much softer and more poetic about his love, Kurogane did cut off his own arm to save his beloved, and bond his soul to a vampire who could only feed on him, and definitely seems the type to do what Hua Cheng did in the current donghua arc with refusing to let Xie Lian take blame beyond what he actually had done even when that was what Xie Lian wanted. Those all feel like Hua Cheng levels of dedication.
A headcanon about that character: just absolutely and entirely overwhelmed by actually having sex with Xie Lian the first few times. He cries. He maybe panics a little. He comes too fast. He cries some more. Xie Lian adores him.
A song that reminds of that character: I mean, A Thousand Years is more about Hua Cheng than it's ever been about anyone else ever. But also this.
An unpopular opinion about that character: apparently, in some corners, my belief that the donghua version is very very in character to the novel would be unpopular lol
Favorite picture: all the manhua art is of course utterly gorgeous but...
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VIP Only Ep 3 Stray Thoughts
Last week, we began the latest BL from this Taiwanese outfit, and I am relieved at how refreshingly balanced it has felt so far. Liu Li is a writer that had two big hits but is now facing debilitating writers block. He frequents the restaurant beneath his apartment because he likes their noodle soups. Liu Li's friend thinks that a new romance could inspire his writing, and so organized a blind date with a guy he hopes could be his type (the friend knows Liu Li is still hung up on an old crush). The date goes poorly because the date is rude as hell, and then Liu Li gets drunk. The owner, Gu Jing seems to feel warmly about Liu Li, and took care of him while he was drunk. We learned that Gu Jing has unknowingly been a fan of Liu Li's work this whole time.
Da Ren's open dislike of Liu Li is actually so funny.
Yes, Da Ren, spill this tea for us. Apparently Boss Gu was previously a successful marketing professional whose career was crushed by a rumor.
Remember when I thanked them for sparing me from vomit last week? I take that back.
Oh to have an extremely attractive man make me soup for my hangover and make eggs for me.
This cast is extremely attractive.
This origami metaphor almost made me swoon.
Aw, it seems as if the dad doesn't believe in the novels as a source of income.
Curious at who earned this level of disdain for Gu if he's also still sending them money?
The Third Flavor: When the mild taste stays the memories will continue
I hope Ren continues to be jealous and petty for the entire show.
I'm so hungry now, and we have no more soup!
An aquarium date and a lean over to buckle his seatbelt? We stay winning.
I really enjoy the slower pace of this show after You Are Mine. Stay by My Side ended abruptly, and You Are Mine was too chaotic. This is the right tempo for me.
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Can u do me a favor & drop that genmui playlist u mentioned? Also which song of that playlist is your personal favorite?
Maybe I’ll find a new song to obsess over <3
yessss (the description i have for the playlist is "pov we're teenagers in love and about to bleed out but i want to kiss you -genya" and that perfecty sums up how i feel about their relationship in the canon universe (not kimegaku) its sorta like right person wrong time) my favourite circulates but right now its "i wanna be your boyfriend" because it just feels like genya swooning over mui and it sounds so silly (i put them all in chronological order of how their love story lolll)
i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks
i wanna be you boyfriend, i wanna go on walks with you, i wanna have long talks with you (it just sounds like genya pining over mui what can i say)
hey lover - the daughters of eve
life's a problem in my hands, but if you really, really love me, in my heart, you'd be a big man (hey lover just sounds like something they would call each other)
beautiful boy - john lennon
beautiful beautiful beautiful, beautiful boy (just how he sings it is so sweet and how i imagine mui saying it to genya)
say yes to heaven - lana del ray
say yes to heaven, say yes to me, i've got my eye on you, i've got my eye on you (i could imagine genya whispering this in the middle of the night to mui)
paper rings - taylor swift
i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings, uhuh, that's right, darling, you're the one i want, and i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this (whimsical childish thinking that they would both survive the final fight)
i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys
secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought, maybe i just wanna be yours (just them reciting their vows, both bleeding out and ready to die)
see you again - tyler the creator & kali uchis
can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever, i said i'm 'bout to got to war, and i don't know if i'ma see you again (they're going to war and the song sounds like teenage love)
derniere danse - indila
je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit, je danse avec le vent, la pluie, un peu d'amour, un brin de miel (translation has really pretty symbolism and it sounds like battle edit music)
daylight - david kushner
oh i love it and i hate it at the same time, hidin' all of our sins from the daylight, from the daylight, runnin' from the daylight (genya flashing back to his backstory)
muichiro tokito theme - samuel kim
0:31 - 0:45 (love the accompaniment of the bell with the rest of the growing music)
džanum - teya dora
ova duša nema dom, ova duša nema ton, crne zore, svеće gore, moje morе, moje more, moje more (the translation. omg.)
mr loverman - ricky montgomery
i'm mr loverman, oh, and i miss my lover, i've shattered now, i'm spilling out (genya worrying over mui during the battle. mic drop.)
softcore - the neighborhood
i'm too consumed with my own life, are we too young for this? feels like i can't move, sharing my heart, it's tearing me apart (they really were too young, and genya's fear of being useless)
chandelier - sia
i'm holdin' on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes, keep my glass full until morning light, 'cuz i'm just holdin' on for tonight (desperation to stay alive long enough to be useful during the fight)
wildest dreams - taylor swift
he's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad, but he does it so well, and when we've had our very last kiss, my last request is; say you'll remember me (mui just thinking genya would survive and he would die)
titanium - david guetta & sia
i'm bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away, fire away, ricochet, you take your aim, fire away, fire away (muichirou telling genya to shoot even though genya could've shot him)
somewhere only we know - keane
and if you have a minute why don't we go, talk about it somewhere only we know, this could be the end of everything, so why don't we go, somewhere only we know (it sounds sad and the lyrics could imply an already-present relationship)
blood//water - grandson
we'll never get free, lamb to the slaughter, what you gon' do when there's blood in the water? (guilting kokushibo over killing two children)
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Station 19 6x17
After the beautiful slow build-up over 6B, I’m glad to see this step forwards for Maya and Carina. For everything we’ve seen, the romance and the re-connecting, there’s still that doubt in Carina’s mind that she comes second to chaos. I think that makes sense - because everything since Maya’s accident has been calm. It’s been hard, there’s been a lot of soul-searching for both of them, but life has been calm. Carina says it herself - she needs to know that Maya will still be this Maya when things don’t go her way, when there is chaos around them. 
So for Carina to finally see it is a big thing. To see that Maya has chosen her health and her marriage over her career is a big thing. “There’s something she wants more...” 🥰 Tbh, the scene with Ben and Ross felt awkward to me, not the acting so much but the writing. But it served its purpose and the locker room scene was sweet. 
Carina putting her wedding ring back on was a blink-and-miss-it moment. I didn’t expect a lot from it, but seeing it from less than three feet away would have been nice! But I do love the idea that Carina has been carrying her wedding ring around with her for the right moment when she feels ready to put it back on. ❤️
Maya carrying Carina through the door to their apartment? *Swoon*
As for Maya, good for her not wanting to join the captain’s race. I liked the conversation with Jack, I enjoy their friendship when it’s not complicated with sex or sperm. “You show up and allow for the possibility that you will meet someone who might some day matter to you. Just let life do its thing, don’t try to control it.” - look at that growth, that she’s now giving that kind of advice to someone else. ❤️
Maya caught on the scrubber made me laugh, it looked ridiculous. (Although how does Danielle look so good in the scenes afterwards? 😍)
I always love it when Peggy and Dayna show up, they’re so chaotic. Loved Ben’s “they’re your responsibility” to Carina and the whole “how bad is it?” “oh my god, I mean you’re ok, you look great” when the kid showed up injured. 😂 
I was glad to see Marsha back. I love the Jack and Marsha relationship, he needs a mother figure around more often. Also, the Jack and Lila scene made me so happy! I’ve wanted to see him find his foster siblings since we learned about them in season 3. The comment about Cal not remembering him felt odd, how does he know? It might be too much to hope that this part of his story continues and we see more of that relationship, but I’d like to. 
I enjoyed the Vic and Beckett scenes more than I thought I would - and that’s not to say I don’t have empathy for Beckett, because I do. Despite all he has done, it would be hard not to when someone is in such a dark place. But I mostly enjoyed them for Vic, watching her be smart, getting him to talk, persuading him to go back to rehab. The Crisis One aspect of the show has great potential to give Vic some more interesting storylines and I hope they use it next year.
I’m glad to see the show has evolved from season 1 so that when there’s a captain’s race between multiple lieutenants, they don’t get competitive and start arguing amongst each other... oh wait. 🤦🏼‍♀️ Fuck Bob for goading Andy and trying to ruin her chances of getting the captain’s role. 
Thank god Dixon didn’t win the mayoral race. I don’t understand the point of making him a series regular for season 6 but I hope he’ll be gone next year. (Let’s face it, his scenes are better when Kitty is there antagonising him!)
How is there only one episode left of this season? 😭
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My thoughts on AOTV (Part 1 - Babygate)
I am dividing my thoughts on the film otherwise the post would be to long and confusing
I think that most people have now watched or heard about the scenes with Freddie so I will avoid describing them and will give my opinions
1. Putting shoes and jacket
The first time Freddie appears in the doc starts with Louis helping him put on his jacket and shoes.
That to me was super funny actually because my experience with the young kids in my family is that they absolutely hate getting help when getting dressed, they always want to be independent LOL
Freddie didn’t seem exactly comfortable in this part, and Louis’ apartment didn’t look like he spend too much time there nor that a kid lived there for some time
2. Walking the same way with stuff swinging
As they leave the building Freddie is carrying his Switch and sort of swinging it. Louis, who was previously not carrying anything, gets some sort of plastic bag, looks at Freddie and literally mirrors his pose
This had everyone swooning in the theater because “they look just the same” (it was so forced I laughed and had to cough to cover it up LOL)
3. The beach scene
This has been discussed in detail, but I just though it was funny how Oli was there the entire time (in the flat also) and how Freddie kept looking at the camera
They actually play rock paper scissors out of the blue?! I told my dad that and he laughed so much, it just isn’t something we’d ever do and my goddaughter would laugh at me if I suggested this game
4. The LA show scenes
Again, this scenes have been discussed by everyone, so I’m just adding my two cents.
Freddie doesn’t initiate any contact with Louis, the one part he seems excited is when he describes jumping with his sign and when he is playing with Jackson (Harry’s godson)
Louis is very tactile with Freddie and appears to treat him like “one of the lads”, just generally roughhousing the kid (like, he actually poked Freddie’s eyes) which didn’t really align with what Louis’ sisters described him as (very protective and all) but could be just how I perceive (although if we compare it to say, Louis with baby Lux, it just very different)
He doesn’t leave with Freddie and tells him to be good on his way home
Louis gets emotional when seeing Freddie in the audience and drops some line of “there where 6k people but I only had eyes for you”
A part that I think was really funny was when he pointed at F, because if you watched the live for this show you’ll remember he pointed once, talked to Charlie and probably realized the video wasn’t good than pointed again to make sure it was filmed (very organic)
Not once does Freddie call him dad, but “his” sign says “go dad”
They did record Freddie singing Two of Us and he kept checking the camera during it
5. The grandfather
Louis grandpa talks about how they are “literal copies of each other”
This part was professionally filmed and during the same day they talk about Jay and how hard her loss impacted louis
During the sections that seem to be home videos, Freddie isn’t really mentioned
6. My general thoughts
They once more reinforced the “carbon copy” narrative, which is really funny when knowing how much like Bret the kid looks
I realized that, while they tried to make it clear that while Louis does see the kid, he doesn’t have any type of custody (talking about F going home and the apartment not looking very child-inhabited)
Do I think that Freddie knows louis or spends more time with him than we know of? Not actually, he seemed to know who Louis is, obviously, but didn’t have any greater familiarity like you’d expect, and seemed to lean away from Louis at times
Not once were Louis and Freddie alone (even just them and the cameras), so Oli is as much a father to him as Louis
The bbg parts really do feel like an attempt at gaslighting the fandom, so I wasn’t happy about them, but let me know what you all thought of it please (also please forgive any mistakes, I’m still a bit sleepy LOL)
I’m finishing up a timeline regarding louis bs of spending “3 weeks or a month” with the kid, since he would have had to mastered the ability to be in two places at once (you don’t really get to lie about where you have been when not only your location but the child’s has been plastered all over the internet daily)
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Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader
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Includes- Oral, pussy eating, cum swallowing, sex against bookshelf, standing sex, floor sex, sex from behind, riding, side by side sex, missionary, so much touching, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff, ghostly happenings
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J POV
"Hi jagi!", Hongjoong says, coming into the spare room he gave me for my library
I move in a few days ago and I mostly unpacked everything except for this room
"Hi baby", I answer looking up to find a video camera in my face, Hongjoong holding it, "What are you doing Joongie?"
"Documenting your first day at our home", he says cheerily
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I just smile
He's so cute
"Tell me what you're doing jagi"
"Well I'm sorting my books by genre then I'm gonna put them on the shelves"
"Can I help?"
I nod, "Sure. If you want to"
"I do"
"But it's your day off baby. Don't you want to do something....fun?"
He shrugs, setting the camera on a shelf, pointing it at me and I'm assuming it's still running
"Being with you is fun baby. I'm good with anything as long as you're with me"
My god, he's the best boyfriend
"I feel the same baby", I answer as he sits next to me
He smiles, pressing a kiss to my cheek, "I know jagi. I know you love me just as much as I love you"
I do and I'm glad he knows
"So tell me the piles"
I name the piles as I point to them, "Fantasy, Paranormal, historical fiction, nonfiction, fairy tale retellings, contemporary and sci-fi"
"So many genres", he says, picking up a book
He opens the cover of the book, his eyes skimming the words, then he places it in the fantasy pile
He picks up another book as I do, both of us sorting the books
I put three books on the shelf, ready for a break
We sorted five full boxes and put them on the shelves
There's still a ton more as I am a huge book nerd
"Break time?", I ask him
He looks at me, "Already?"
"Joongie we've been doing this for three hours. I'm human remember? I need a break"
He chuckled, coming over to me, pulling me into a hug, "I know baby. We can take a break"
He kisses me softly and I swoon inside
He's so sweet and loving, all the things he's been doing since I moved in showing me how much of a gentleman he really is
He wouldn't let me lift any boxes, carrying everything from my apartment to the truck then from the truck to his house
He helped me pack and unpack everything
He has always opened doors for me, letting me go first to whenever we have to go but he's even doing it now, at home
Just the little things he's done, I'm seeing it at home too and he's just so cute
I know he was raised to be the strong man, to take care of his girl, to be the protector
And it was that way for the centuries he lived through
Honestly, I'm good with that
I feel safe when I'm with him, when I'm in his arms
We've only been together for a few months but he is hands down the best boyfriend I ever had
Throwing my arms around his neck, I deepen the kiss, sliding my fingers in his black hair that he recently dyed
His tongue moves against mine, pushing me against the bookshelves
One hand moves around my waist, the other slowly traveling down my body
I moan in his mouth, loving when he touches me
His hand slides down my pants and panties, fingers touching my clit, rubbing softly
Pleasure slowly creeps into me, pressing my body into his solid one
"Mmm jagi, you get so wet for me so fast baby", he murmurs, his fingers now running between my pussy lips
"Mmm hmmm", I groan
I do get soaked for him, almost instantly
He's just so sexy, anything he does turns me on and drives me crazy
Kissing me hard, he slips two fingers inside and I clench on them tightly
"Oh jagi, this pussy is horny huh? Squeezing my fingers, trying to keep me inside?"
"Yes", I gasp, leaning my head against one of the shelves
"Then I think we need to get these pants and panties off so I can finger you properly huh?"
"Yes Joongie", I moan
He pulls everything down, kneeling down to get my clothes completely off
His lips press kisses to my thigh, his fingers slipping back inside, immediately rubbing against my spot, pleasure running down my spine
"Jjj... Joongie", I whimper, grabbing onto the shelf behind me to keep myself upright
"Yes baby. Get soaked for me"
He trails his lips closer to my pussy, anticipation running through my body as his fingers fuck me
He kisses right above my clit, sucking on the skin there
I watch him, moving one of my hands to his hair, running softly through the silky strands
He leans in my hand as he moves down, taking my clit in his mouth, sucking softly
"Joongie", I murmur, pleasure intensifying
He effortlessly pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me up so his fingers can move faster into me
His sucking becomes faster, harder, tongue against my clit at the same time as he slurps like he's never going to eat my cunt again
"Gonna give me that cream I love so much?", he asks, between sucks
"Yes Joongie", I cry, pleasure making me close my eyes
God he's so fucking incredible with his tongue
His fingers hit my spot hard and I'm done
"Joongie!", I whisper, my body shuddering against the bookshelf as pleasure pounds into me in waves
I'm vaguely aware that his fingers moved away, replaced with his tongue
His moans reach my ears and I open my eyes, looking down and hit with the hot sight of my boyfriend between my legs, still eating me out like he's starving
His hand grabs my thigh, hoisting my other leg over his other shoulder, holding me up with just his hands, his tongue fucking into me at a rapid speed
Gotta love vampire strength
Leaning my arms on the shelf behind me, I close my eyes, falling into the bliss Hongjoong is giving me
His tongue feels so good, opening me up, throbbing around it, each wiggle inside making stars blast in my vision
"Jjjj...Joong...", I stammer, feeling my orgasm wash over me, "Hongjoong"
"Mmmm", he moans, his tongue not stopping, licking up everything I give him, until I finish
As I'm coming back to my senses, Hongjoong moves so fast and the next thing I know, he's naked, my legs are around his waist, his cock pressing against my entrance as he still holds me against the bookshelf, his mouth pressing kisses to my neck
"You taste so fucking good baby", he murmurs, pressing his head against my hole
I wiggle around trying to get him inside but he holds me firmly in place, driving me crazy
"Better than blood"
I'm so fucking shocked
As a vampire whose only source of food is blood, I assume he loves the taste of it
After all didn't he say some vampires become rippers because of the blood lust?
And he's saying I taste better than blood?
No way
"If I could just survive on your cream, I would jagi. You're the best thing I've ever tasted"
Oh my fucking god, his words are so hot and he's turning me on so much more
He knows what he's doing
"Need to fuck you baby girl", he whimpers, tongue licking up my neck to my ear, "Want your pretty pussy wrapped around me, you're pretty cream all over me, making a big mess. Wanna make you cum all over my cock"
Jesus Christ, I want that so fucking much
"Can I fuck you jagi?"
"Yes Joongie. Please baby", I whine, "Fuck, I need you inside me now"
He's teasing me so much, making sure I feel his dick at my hole but not going in
My body is so tense, waiting to feel him
He grabs my chin, turning my face to him, smashing his lips against mine
My arms tighten around his neck, letting his tongue in, mine against his and his hips roll, impaling me on his cock in one stroke
Feeling that pleasure, I grab a handful of his hair, tugging hard, moaning in his mouth
His hands squeeze the life from my ass as he moves, plowing into me, stretching me wide, smashing my spot and splitting my pussy open on his rock hard cock
My back is against one of the shelves, my ass in his hands, basically sitting on the one below it, the whole bookshelf shaking with each thrust into me
"God baby, you're so fucking wet", he murmurs
I am
I feel myself soaking him
He's the only one who can get me this wet
"Like my cock inside you this much?"
"You know I do Joongie", I whine, feeling his lips along my collarbone
"Yeah jagi?"
"Yes. Fuck, I want you inside me all the time", I babble, the bliss so fucking incredible
"Mmm, I can be inside you all day, no problem jagi, just tell me"
God I wish
Having sex all day with him sounds like heaven
"I need this pussy to cream my cock", he whines, "You're so close baby. Gimme"
"Harder baby", I moan, needing to feel his big head hit my spot hard
He moves faster, pounding so fucking hard, fucking me right into an orgasm that he wants so much
"Hongjoong!", I scream as unbelievable ecstacy tidal waves over my body
"Oh fuck", he moans as I pull his hair so hard, his head is back, the nails of my other hand digging into his shoulder
"Yes baby, fuck, cum for me", he whines as he fucks me through the orgasm, "Fuck, my pussy feels so fucking good. God, clenching me so tightly"
I throb on him so fast I don't know how I'm doing it
All I know is that every single cell in my body is in massive pleasure and I don't want it to stop
"Good girl", he praises as I hold on to him tightly
He kisses all over my chest and neck as the pleasure ebbs away
He pulls me away from the book shelf, turning us and getting us on the floor, turning me over
I get on my hands and knees, feeling him fill me up right away
I can't help but moan at the full feeling, wanting him to fuck me stupid
It's like he can read my mind because he starts pounding his cock into me at a hard, fast and rough pace, cock plunging into my spot
I scream in pleasure, my body shaking as he fucks into me, the slapping sound of our skin so fucking loud
His hand wraps around my hair, tugging and pulling my head back
"Am I fucking you just like you want baby?"
"Yes. Fuck yes!", I shout, my brain shutting off, tears running down my face
I feel his body over me, his cock so deep, I feel him in my stomach
"Fuck you look so pretty crying for my cock", he murmurs, "Should I stop? You can't take it?"
"No don't stop! Baby, please. I can take it. I can take you", I beg
He can't stop, I'm so close
And honestly I want his cum inside me
I love feeling full of his cum, love feeling it leak out of me
"Please baby. Want you to cum inside me", I plead, "Please baby, want your cum so bad"
"Mmm baby. You that desperate for my cum?"
"Yes!"
I so am
His arm wraps around my waist, his cock ramming into me at an inhuman pace
"Cum on my cock and I'll give you my cum"
He slams impossibly hard, my vision shutting off as I orgasm, screaming in ecstasy, my cunt spasming around him
"Yes baby! Oh god fuck, I'm gonna cum in your pretty pussy"
"Please!", I whine
He stuffs his cock all inside, throbbing and spilling hot cum inside me, yelling my name, gripping my hips hard
"Yes, Joanne! Jagi!"
"Fuck Joongie! Yes oh god it feels so good"
I feel him shaking behind me, his cum spilling out around us, all over my legs
God, I love it
When he finishes, he pulls out and I collapse on the floor, out of breath
I feel his hands on me, scooping me up in his arms, "You ok baby?"
I nod
I'm more than ok
I'm amazing
"Yeah baby. I'm great"
He chuckles, his smile so pretty
"My baby is all sweaty"
"Wah, no fair. You don't sweat. You looks so fucking hot and I look like a sweaty pig"
"Hush, you do not. You look so sexy, like you just got a really good lay"
Giggling, I say, "I did"
"So how about we go take a shower, get you some food, and then come finishes sorting the next box of books?"
"That sounds amazing", I smile, "How did I end up with such a good boyfriend?"
"Well, he loves you and you happen to be an amazing girlfriend too"
"Aww Joongie", I gush, kissing his cheek
He smiles, getting up and carrying me
"Joongie, I can walk"
"I know you can jagi. You just don't have to. I got you"
"Ok baby", I laugh, letting him carry me to the bathroom
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Opening the door to his home studio, I look for him
He's not here
He said he was going to look at the song Mingi sent him
After the shower, I ate and we watched a Disney movie, then he helped me sort another box of books, then he went to his studio
Closing the door, I open the door to my library, turning the light on checking if he's in there
"What the fuck?", I gape, looking at the floor
Some of the books we sorted are all messed up into a big pile
Did he do this?
He couldn't, there wouldn't be a reason why since he helped me
Maybe he's playing a prank?
I don't want to deal with sorting the small pile right now so I close the door and head to our room to see if he's there
He is and I walk to my side of the bed, asking, "Joongie, did you move the piles of books we left around?"
"Hmm?", he asks, his eyes on his phone
"Did you move the books around?"
"No jagi" he says
I glance at his phone to see what's captured his attention that he can't even look up to answer me
Some of the video he recorded today
Specifically when he was on his knees, eating me out
Yup he recorded us having sex and I'm ok with it but really, he can pause that to talk to me
I hurrumph and he finally looks up
He blows me a kiss, then his eyes go back to the phone
"Joongie!", I exclaim wanting him to talk to me but he looks back up, blowing another kiss, completely oblivious to what I asked him
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I stand there for a few minutes until it's clear that he's not looking up anytime soon
I sigh, trying not to get upset
"I'm getting a snack", I say, figuring that eating something might mellow me out
"Uh huh", is all he says
I should just go and not ask him if he wants anything if he's gonna ignore me
But I'm not like that
I love his dumbass
"Do you want some blood?"
"Uh", he hesitates, finally looking up at me, "No jagi. I'll just drink some later"
He's such a liar
I know he's hungry
I've told him before that I don't care if he drinks blood in front of me but he's weird about it
I mean I know where the blood bags are
He keeps them in the bottom bins of the refrigerator
I've seen them but it's like he tries to hide it
"Fine", I answer, getting up and to the kitchen
Grabbing a mug for him, I put it on the countertop by the stove then go to the fridge
I get a blood bag and look at it to find the best way to open it
I want to make my boyfriend something to eat not make our kitchen look like a murder scene
I'm guessing I just pull or twist the cap from the side
Turning back to the counter, I go to grab the mug to put it in the sink but it's not in the spot I left it
There's nothing there
I blink in surprise
I left it here, I'm sure of it
I put it right next to the stove
Where the fuck did it go?
Is Hongjoong pulling a prank?
Because if he is that's not funny and he's going to get an earful
Turning around I find it on the kitchen table
What the actual hell?
Wait until I get back to the room
He's so gonna get it
It's not fair for him to use his super speed to play pranks
Grabbing the mug, I put it on the counter by the stove
Twisting the cap open, I pour the blood into the bag, squeezing it as the mug fills up
The smell of copper and pennies fill the room but I find I'm not bothered by it
It's not making me gag or anything but then again blood never made me squeamish
When I finished getting it all out, I replace the cap, then go across the kitchen to the garbage, throwing away the blood bag
I have to warm it in the microwave, figuring I'd get it as close to 98.6 as I can
I mean that's the normal human temperature therefore the temperature a human's blood has to be if he drank it from a human right?
Going to the microwave, I open the door then turn to get the mug
"Ok what the fuck?", I snarl
It's not there
"Not funny Hongjoong", I say under my breath, looking for the dumb mug
A loud bang, scares the shit out of me and I shriek, turning to the cabinets, one door flopping open
That was not open a second ago
Going to the cabinet, I close it and when I look back by the sink, the cup is there
Ok now I'm pissed
I'm doing this for him and he's being a jerk with the dumb super speed
Grabbing the mug, I put it in the microwave and put it in for a minute
Rifling around in one of the drawers, I get out a thermometer
When the microwave goes off I take out the cup and test the temperature
Still cool
I kept putting it back for thirty seconds at a time, then retest it with the thermometer
After another minute it's as close to 98 as it's gonna get
This time I take the mug with me as I grab my snacks so it doesn't disappear on me
Heading back upstairs, I get to our room, Hongjoong still on the phone
Dumping my snacks on my nightstand, I hold out the mug to him
He looks up, his eyebrow raised, "What's this jagi?"
"Blood"
His eyes widen in surprise, "You got me blood?"
I nod, "Yeah. It's warm too. I tried to get it as close to uh...body temperature as I could"
His eyes soften as he takes the mug, "You didn't have to baby"
"C'mon Joongie. I knew you were hungry. Getting you blood isn't an issue. I'm not squeamish", I tell him, "Although it wasn't nice of you to run around and open the cabinets and move yhet mug around"
"Huh?", he asks, confusion on his face, "I didn't do that"
I roll my eyes, "C'mon baby"
"Jagi, I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't go downstairs. I've been here, in the same spot waiting for you to come back"
I just raise my eyebrow
He sounds sincere and he does look confused but he could just be trying to hide it
Whatever, I'll let it go this one time
I shrug, then sit in the bed, opening my bag of chips
He takes a sip of the blood and I ask, "Is it ok?"
He nods, "Yeah baby"
"Temperature good?"
"Yeah jagi. It's perfect"
I smile, proud that I was able to fix blood for my vampire boyfriend
Kissing his cheek, I eat my snacks while he drinks the blood and go on my phone, scrolling through Instagram
After awhile, he puts the mug down then gets up, disappearing in the bathroom
Leaning over, I look in the mug
He drank everything
I knew he was hungry
Going back to my phone, I switch to Pinterest, going ham on saving crazy eye make looks
The bed dips, Hongjoong coming back in the bed fifteen minutes later
He kisses my temple, then moving back to his side as I smile and continue what I was doing
Ten minutes later, I realize that Hongjoong has been completed silent
Maybe he fell asleep
When I look over to him, I see him, leaning against the headboard, his body turned to me, just looking at me
He gives me a soft smile when he sees me looking at him
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"You ok Joongie?"
He nods, "Yeah jagi"
"Uh what are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just looking at you"
I raise my eyebrow, "Why?"
He shrugs, "You're beautiful baby and I just like looking at you"
My face heats up as I shyly smile, "I like looking at you too Joongie"
I could seriously stare at him all day
He's gorgeous, perfect
"Come here jagi", he says softly, tugging on my shirt
Putting my phone on the nightstand, I let him pull me into a kiss, his soft lips feeling so fucking good
His arms wrap around me, pulling me into his lap
I straddle him, my tongue against his, my hands in his hair, the soft silky strands falling through my fingers
I feel his hands move under my shirt, his fingers soflty running along my back
Shivers run down my spine, my body pressing into his
As he moves his hands up, he bunches up my shirt, slowly pulling it off me
Our kiss breaks as my shirt moves over my head, then I pull his up and off, both shirts thrown on the floor
Our lips find each other's again, my arms around his neck, his hands pulling my panties down
Without breaking the kiss, I move off him, both of us getting out of our clothes
He fluidly pulls me back in his lap, his hard length under me
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I hold it up, moving it to my entrance and sitting down on him
We moan in each other's mouth, his big thick cock making me stretch around him so fucking pleasurably
I bottom him out, sitting against his legs, clenching around him hard
I can't help it, he just feels so good like no one has ever felt before
I'm addicted to him and I don't want to be saved
His hands move to my hips, squeezing soflty as I move my arms around his body, laying my hands flat on his back
I move, rocking and grinding on him, pleasure filling my body
Breaking the kiss, I move my lips to his jaw, pressing kisses along it and down his neck, his soft skin feeling so good under my lips
His hands slide along my thighs and I need more
"Joongie", I whimper against his skin, "Please baby, touch me more"
He groans, his hands sliding up along my hips, dragging up the sides of my body, his fingertips leaving fire in every nerve
I can't stop the moaning in his neck, my own hands feeling along his back, feeling his muscles move
God I love that feeling
His lips press kisses to my neck, right into the spots that feel amazing, making me shiver
"Mmm baby", he murmurs, moving his kisses along my shoulder, his hands now on my back, "I love when your body reacts this way to me. When you tremble and shiver"
"It feels good baby", I say softly, pressing kisses in between words, "I love when your hands are on me"
"Then it's good that I love touching you baby", he answers, "You're pretty soft, smooth skin. You're long soft hair. You're perky ass and boobs. You're pretty body against mine. Fuck jagi, I can spend all day just touching you"
I know what that feels like as I want to touch him all the time
"Don't stop", I whimper
"I won't"
I move my hips faster, throbbing on him, his head against my spot rubbing with each grind against him
Moving my hands on his shoulder, I drag them down his arms feeling the muscles in his upper arms, turning me on so much more
He leans his forehead against mine, his fingers move down one of my arms, taking my hand
He brings my hand up between us, kissing the back of it, then turning my hand over, kissing my palm
I watch him kiss along my fingers ending with a kiss to each of my finger tips
His eyes move back to mine and I see the pure love for me in his eyes, taking my breath away
I move my arm around his neck, crashing my lips to his
His arms wrap around my waist, pulling my body right against his, his skin against mine
I moan in his mouth, feeling him on me, my hips moving faster, bouncing on his cock between rocking on him
He kisses me hard, his tongue playing with mine, my hand in his hair, pulling softly
His hand squeezes my ass as I drop down his cock, hitting my spot, the pleasure so intense as I orgasm
Squeezing and clenching his cock, I swallow his moans, my body shaking against him
When I finish, he leans me back, his arm against my back, holding me up as his lips travel down my neck
His hand slides up my body, from my stomach to in-between my breasts, wrapping around one of them, squeezing softly
His mouth continues going down, his tongue licking to my boob, his mouth wrapping around my nipple as he rolls his hips up, thrusting into me
"Joongie! Oh god!", I cry, feeling so good
His thrusts continue, hitting my spot, his mouth sucking and licking
I grip his upper arms hard, fingers digging in his skin as he gives me so much pleasure
I bounce as best I can on his amazing cock as he moves, getting closer and closer with each stroke
His mouth lets go of my nipple, kissing in between my breasts, sliding to my other boob and latching on to that nipple, sucking hard and fast
It's just what I need as he thrusts up, my body stiffening, moaning him name and coming all over his huge cock
"Hongjoong! Baby fuck"
He moans on my nipple, his eyes closed, arms holding me tightly
As the pleasure tapers off, he turns us, moving me on my back, his hips thrusting into me again
I wrap my legs around his waist as he lays on top of me, lips against mine in a deep kiss, his arms still around me, still holding me against him
As he rolls his hips into me, plunging his cock so deep inside, I lift mine up meeting his thrusts
He takes my hand, lacing our fingers, laying our clasped hands on the bed, squeezing softly
God, he's fucking everything, everything I could ever need and want
And so much more
I love him so fucking much, it's insane
Every move gets me closer, the feel of him opening me, filling me, pleasuring me, so fucking intense
"Hongjoong", I moan
"Cum for me baby", he murmurs
I do, pleasure running all over, squeezing his cock over and over, calling his name softly
"So good jagi", he says softly, "My baby girl. My love"
He moves my arms around his neck, turning me to him, his body against mine
He moves my leg over his hip, holding my thigh tightly as he kisses my lips
I fall into him, into the feeling of his cock plunging inside, still giving me so much bliss
"One more for me jagi", he murmurs before kissing me again
I move my fingers in his hair, tugging softly, pressing down on his cock every time he slides back in
His hand moves down my body, thumb playing with my clit, sending more pleasure through my body
"Yeah baby", he groans between kisses to my neck, "Throb harder for me. Cum on my cock. I need to feel your pussy clench around me"
His thumb flicks my clit just as his head hits my spot, stars blasting in my eyes as I call his name, orgasming
"Yes jagi, Jo, yes", he moans, his face in my neck, sheathing his cock inside me, throbbing, his hot cum filling me to the brim
God it feels so fucking good when he cums, prolonging my pleasure too, both of us shaking in each other's arms
"I love you", I whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead
"I love you", he says, cuddling into me after pulling out, keeping my leg against him
I snuggle against him, wrapping my arms around him, playing with his hair
After a few minutes, I hear his even breathing, realizing he fell asleep
I just smile, kiss his cheek, and keeping him in my arms, I close my eyes, waiting for sleep
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Shutting off the shower, I open the door, grabbing a towel
Hongjoong left already to work on the new songs for the new album
He was so quiet, the only give away that he was leaving was a kiss to my cheek
I woke up like half an hour ago and went right into the shower as my legs were covered in his dry cum
I still need to change the sheets but I'll do that after I make cofee and wake up more
Wrapping the towel around me, I step out of the shower, getting another towel, wrapping it around my hair
Turning to the mirror, I whisper, "What the fuck?"
In the fog on the mirror is the word, "Run" over and over
Like a fucking horror movie
"Hongjoong!", I yell, wondering if he came back and is fucking with me
There's no answer
I open the bathroom door, walking into the bedroom, looking for him
He's not here
Getting my cell phone, I text him, "Where are you?"
Taking my phone in the bathroom, I wipe the mirror then dry myself off and brush my hair
Back in my room, I put on clean pj's, my phone going off
"I'm in the studio jagi. Is everything ok?"
So he's really not here, he didn't write that shit on the mirror
Who the fuck did then?
I'm so not awake for this shit
Coffee first, freak out later
Going down the stairs, I get into the kitchen and start the coffee machine, putting a mug on the counter
Getting my Instagram open, I scroll through my feed as I wait for the coffee
Suddenly I hear a door opening and I turn to the cabinets
Again
One is hanging open again
Hongjoong is not here so I know he's not doing this
Maybe the cabinets are old and need to be fixed?
Just then, the door to the cabinet next to the open one slowly opens
I swallow, the sight and sound of the creaking so creepy
Next the dishwasher opens by itself too
Ok what the fuck?
I go and slam the cabinets closed and close the dishwasher
The coffee machine goes off and I walk back to turn it off
As I reach out for my mug, it starts moving
By itself
I watch in complete shock as the mug slides across the counter top then tumbles over the edge, smashing into pieces on the floor
What the fuck did I just see?
Did that really happen?
No it didn't
There has to be water on the counter and that's why it slid
It didn't do it by itself
Suddenly the refrigerator doors slam open and I shriek, my hand over my heart
Is this...place haunted?
No it can't be
Hongjoong would of told me if it was or if anything weird was happening
Maybe I'm just tired
I suddenly hear a whisper and I whip my head around looking for someone
No one is there
The whispers get louder and a huge weight suddenly falls on my shoulder, like someone is grabbing me
I yell, turning and slapping the air
"What the fuck!", I roar in the empty room, "Who the fuck is there?"
I'm not scared, I'm fucking angry
"Who's there!", I yell, walking around the room
Looking to the hallway, I stop in my tracks, my heart in my throat
A girl is standing on the threshold of the kitchen and the hallway
She's wearing a floor length old timey white dress, her long black hair framing her face
Her dark eyes are piercing, staring right at me, her face stoic
She's taller than me and she's quiet, giving off a menacing vibe
I raise my eyebrows, staring at her back
I wait a minute for her to say something but she doesn't
"Who the fuck are you?", I snap
Why is this girl in my house?
And how did she get in here?
Did she break in?
As she stands there not answering me and pissing me off more, I notice her face changing
Her skin shrivels, her eyes sinking in, her nose falling off
Her lips recede, just her teeth showing
Skin is peeling off her face, her hair falling out in clumps as she becomes more skeletal, the whispers I was hearing before becoming deafening
My mouth drops, shrieking, "What the fuck?"
She smiles then disappears
What the actual fuck?
What was that?
Was that an actual ghost?
It can't be, there can't be a ghost here
Ghosts aren't real, are they?
I'm just tired
I'm imagining things
I have to be
Everything is going perfectly, there cannot be a ghost fucking things up
Maybe it was just a one time thing and it's over now
Shaking my head and shoving the experience out of my head, I go to the closet by the kitchen, taking out the broom to sweep up the broken mug
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