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xmint-conditionx · 3 years

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art on exhibit | myg + jhs feat. knj

pairing: sugardaddy!hoseok x fem!reader, ceo!yoongi x fem!reader, brat!reader, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, dom!yoongi w/c: 5k but i feel like it should be so much longer for some reason smh summary: you and your sugar daddy, hoseok, are big fans of exhibitionism, but this is the craziest you’ve ever taken it. most of his prestigious party guests are jumping to get to get their hands on you. will you be able to handle it? tags/cw: 18+ please, smut, exhibitionism, voyeurism, remote controlled vibrator, almost reaching limits, spanking, marking, biting, ball gag, degradation (slut), praise, punishment, crying, light oral (f recieving), public humiliation, rope play, shibari, suspension, almost like being pimped out but u like it?, open relationship, hoseok is sort of protective tho, overstimulation, subspace, the orgasm nearly kills you, this one is real nasty, namjoon is just a guest appearance tbh but maybe later he doesn't have to be???

a/n: this thing has given me so much trouble by not appearing in tags. it didn't the first time i posted it on the old blog, and it hasn't been showing up this time either, so please feel free to give this one some extra love. also, honestly, i was sitting on this idea for a long! time! before i actually wrote it out. if i was spaced out in my last class of the day, i was probably thinking about this. i am almost proud and almost ashamed to share this with you all, lmao cause it's honestly a huge fantasy of mine. i’ve been really wanting to do a sugardaddy!hoseok thing for a while, and if you guys like this, then i think i can add more to the story. alright, y’all stay nasty. enjoy!

The ropes dig into the skin of your thighs ever so gently, and you close your eyes to listen to the din of the party that surrounds you. Guests only arrived 30 minutes ago, and you’re already dripping wet. This isn’t the first time you and Hoseok have done exhibitionism, but this is the farthest it’s ever been taken. Men and women in their best black tie attire surround you, glasses of his most expensive champagne in their hands. Not all of them are looking at you; some are too bashful to acknowledge your existence. Some only sneak glances when they think nobody else is looking. Few have come up and examined your entire naked frame, suspended from Hoseok’s ceiling in the middle of his entertainment space.

They’re examining you as if you were a piece of fine art; just another pretty and peculiar object that Hoseok has collected. You’re placed among some of his other art pieces - some Pollocks, some Dalis, some Picassos, and one O’Keefe - and somehow, you feel like you fit. That’s what Hoseok had said anyway. That since you were one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen in his life, he wanted to feature you as the work of art you are. He chose to display you in his favorite way.

Red shibari rope surrounds each of your legs like a cage before confining your hands behind your back. The rope trails over your torso and is twisted and knotted around your exposed breasts, but not tightly. Just enough to accentuate your natural shape. Your legs are tied so that they remain apart, one held higher than the other to leave you fully exposed. Your stomach is facing the floor, but not entirely; Hoseok has tied you so that you’re almost lounging comfortably there, suspended in midair. The lines of rope flow with the form of your body, and even though all of your weight is pressed down onto them, the ropes are the soft and luxurious kind - no doubt expensive - that make you feel as though you could be floating instead.

Just then, your attention is jolted to your cunt, where his favorite black remote control vibrator has just been triggered. You clench around it, and your moan is muffled by the ball gag that is secured over your lips. When you open your eyes, he is standing solidly in front of you.

His black button up shirt and jacket combination is draped over his shoulders beautifully, and his shiny brown hair is parted in the middle. He looks incredible. Radiant. Sinful.

“You looked bored,” he says with a little smirk as he continues to let the vibrator run inside of you, “and we can’t have that… Perhaps I should turn it up.”

He twists a small knob on the remote and the vibrations steadily rise in frequency until they’re as high as they can go. A semblance of a scream escapes your lips behind the gag. You begin rocketing toward climax, but Hoseok knows you and your body too well. Just as you begin to feel the tingles spread over your body, he shuts it off, and your muscles immediately go lax from being tensed up and ready to come.

He laughs softly as you pant, and then takes a quick look around the room.

“You seem to have gathered some attention. That’s my good girl.”

Without another word, he pockets the remote, and you watch how his ringed fingers delicately pick up a flute of champagne from one of the server’s tray tables. Then he simply walks away. His immaculately shiny black shoes gently thud on the marble floor as he makes his way through the crowd, to presumably some other obscenely rich friend of his.

You feel a small amount of saliva about to peak over your bottom lip. You’ve been good about swallowing everything but it seems your denied orgasm has made you forgetful. Moments later, a small thread of your own spit runs out of your mouth and onto the floor. You know that you have been dripping from the other end too, and you wonder if any of the guests have just seen you drool on yourself.

As if to answer, Hoseok comes back from behind you and grabs you by the jaw. His face lights up when he confirms that you have made a mess of yourself. He turns to one of his guests and speaks.

“See, Namjoon?” he says, tilting your head up toward his guest so that he can see, “She’s incredible.”

You meet eyes with the guest, and put on your best innocent look. You love how a blush starts to creep up into his cheeks, and how his pillowy lips part slightly. Even though you’re bound from head to toe and easily the poorest person here, you feel like you’re the most powerful person in the room. The guest clears his throat and turns his attention back to Hoseok.

“How much was your price?” he asks.

Hoseok looks down at you, and a smirk begins to form on his plush lips.

“1,000 US Dollars. Per second,” he says, “Which charity will it be, then?”

You’d been the one to come up with the idea for the proceeds from the charity fundraiser to be benefitted by getting to control the vibrator. Hoseok loved it.

“Your education charity,” he says, “and I’ll take 30 seconds.”

Hoseok nods, “Do you want to go ahead and write the check now or do you want me to keep a tab running and let you know at the end of the evening?”

The tall man considers this, and looks back at you for a moment before answering, “keep it open, will you?”

“Alright, Mr. Kim. All yours,” Hoseok says as he fishes out the device from his suit pocket before turning to you, “Be good, you hear me? Don’t come until you have been given permission by either Mr. Kim or myself. Understood?”

You nod frantically as you watch the remote being transferred from Hoseok’s hands to Namjoon’s. The earlier flustered man turned more confident once he held the little black fob in his palm - quite a large palm now that you look at it closely. It would look so nice trailing up your thigh, you think. You look up at Namjoon and convey a pleading look, one that silently asks for mercy.

He does not give it.

With a small grin, he turns on the vibrator, and you scream (or try to) at the suddenness of the sensation. He spends his entire 30 seconds with the device in your pussy at full speed, and you can’t hold back your groaning. You clench around the bullet, and when his time is up, you feel beads of sweat starting to form on your brow from the exertion. You’re left a panting mess in front of him, Hoseok, and every other guest that has turned to watch you squirm.

Namjoon’s satisfied smile and nod encourages others in the room to have a turn. Before long, you see a few more guests make their way over to where you are hanging. This time it is a group of women.

“Hye-jin!” Namjoon exclaims, before he hugs the woman and offers a short to the three others that come over with her. She’s dressed in the most beautiful black form fitting dress you’ve ever seen. Her hourglass figure sways captivatingly in the gown, and you’re momentarily mesmerized by her figure. You look up at her and she’s smirking down at you; you were too distracted at the way the large jewels on her necklace fell over her collarbones to realize that they were already discussing you.

“I should have known it would be you to break the ice,” she says playfully to Namjoon, who just presses his lips together in resignation as he puts his hand to the back of his neck.

“How’s the comeback?” he asks casually, as if there isn’t a fully naked and exposed woman suspended in front of him. His ability to be so casual while you’re at the edge of your sanity shoots a ping of arousal through your body. You shiver slightly, and you catch Hoseok looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. He’d never admit it, but he cares about you a lot. You can tell he’s checking to make sure you aren’t getting ready to start snapping your fingers- the safe action you’d both agreed on to release you from the ropes and send you into his master suite. Even when he had walked over to find Namjoon, you know even then he wasn’t out of sight or earshot from you.

He had a clean and plush robe stowed away in the closet nearby, and was always ready to release you should you want to be. You’d worked together before the event to set up a space in his suite to go should you need to retire for the evening, and you caught him setting a hoodie of his on the side of the bed where you typically sleep. You’d always playfully taken them, either to flirt or to wear it (and only it) to encourage a round two. But he had never deliberately set one of them aside for your use. He knows you won’t be using it to flirt or to rouse him into more sex, so his little efforts to bring you as much comfort as possible had set alight something in your heart.

He really did take pride in taking good care of you. As a good sugar daddy should.

You’re yanked back to reality when the vibrator starts up again. You clench around it and feel a gush of wetness surge out at the sensation of it going at full blast. Just when you become used to the speed and lower your whining, you open your eyes to see the woman holding the remote this time, grinning down at you with full lips. She meets your gaze and turns it up all the way, which makes you tense up every last one of your muscles. The woman next to her with long, light hair and a wicked gaze, whispers something to her while eyeing you up and down. It then occurs to you that you weren’t paying attention and don’t know how much time she purchased.

As the seconds tick by, they feel like hours. With the device at full speed, you feel yourself closing in on a climax, and so you squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself for the orgasm that is about to rip through your body…

She turns it down to the lowest setting and watches as you groan at the second denial crushes you. More saliva drips down your chin as she switches it off, leaving you with only the beads of sweat that cling to your skin.

“Thank you, Hoseok. Worth every penny,” Hye-jin says, handing the remote back to him.

Hoseok beams his thousand-watt smile at her, and congratulates her on both the success of Maria, her solo album, and then thanks her for her donation.

She thanks him in return, and both women walk back into the crowd. Namjoon has also gone, which just leaves you with Hoseok again. His eyes meet yours for a moment, and you see a fire in them that you’ve never seen before. You’re dangling about waist height, and you can’t help but to look down from his face to try to see if you can make out a bulge. You don’t get time to really look, because as soon as you break eye contact, he moves to your back and smacks your ass cheek hard. A loud thwack echoes throughout the large space, over the din of the partygoers. You inhale sharply at the sting, and let your breath back out in a long groan, drawing the attention of more guests. You knew that the champagne would loosen inhibitions eventually.

You hear the footsteps of a couple other guests walking toward you from behind where Hoseok stands. You crane your head to try to see over your shoulder, but they stand just out of your peripheral vision. They’re talking in low voices, and you can’t make out what they’re saying. You wish you could swing yourself around and look at them, but knowing that the only thing they can see of you is your dripping cunt, you’re not so mad.

You feel a hand on your thigh, a touch you’re familiar with. You know it’s Hoseok’s hand, as he gently trails up your inner thigh, purposefully teasing you. An involuntary shiver runs through your body and you can’t help but to whimper slightly. You hear a man’s chuckle, and then he’s speaking, again too low for you to hear.

Hoseok uses his grip on your inner thigh to spin you around so that you’re facing the group of men. Namjoon has come back, this time with what appears to be a friend in tow.

“Baby girl,” Hoseok’s voice says gently, and you look up to meet his gaze, “Yoongi here has just asked if he may touch you.” Your eyes widen at the thought, remembering how just Hoseok’s hand trailing up your thigh had your toes curling. You look up at the new guest, and see only a cold and stone-like expression. His eyes seem to bore right through you, and directly into your cunt. You’re momentarily mesmerized under his heavy stare, before you slowly nod your head.

“Yoongi here has just generously donated one million dollars to one of my charities, so do you know what that means?” he asks you, not expecting an answer, “How long is one thousand seconds?”

“Sixteen minutes and 40 seconds,” Yoongi says, not breaking eye contact from you, “If I’m correct.”

If your mouth could drop, it would. Namjoon, looking up from his phone, just nods nonchalantly.

Hoseok asks the man what he has asked everyone else: if they would like to keep a running tab or if they would like to write a check now. Yoongi reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what you assume to be his checkbook. With rings glittering in the lighting of the room, his hand swiftly fills it out. He rips it out and extends it to Hoseok.

“I won’t be needing more time.”

His cool confidence in saying this small phrase makes your stomach drop.

Hoseok grips your chin and tilts your head up. “Remember, baby girl, don’t come until you’re told to. You want to be on your best behavior for Mr. Min. Trust me.”

He speaks sternly and then releases your jaw, trailing his hand back to stroke your messy hair, before settling on your two hands secured behind your back and giving them a light squeeze. A silent reminder of your out, should you need it.

This Yoongi must be… a force to be reckoned with.

“Your time starts now,” Hoseok says, tapping his phone screen. You squeeze shut your eyes and brace yourself for the abrupt shock of the vibrations, but seconds pass, and they don’t come. You gingerly open your eyes and look up at the man standing above you, toying with the remote. He regards it with vague interest, and then he flicks up his eyes to look at you. Your heart stops for a moment, as he begins to rake his onyx eyes over your body. He purses his lips slightly and begins walking around you, all too slowly.

Even though he has disappeared from your view, you can feel his eyes on you. Your anxiousness grows as he remains out of your sight longer, and this is no doubt intentional. It seems as if he picked up your unease earlier when he first approached.

This guy is good.

You’re so on edge, that the light vibrations that begin in your cunt still surprise you. He turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting, but these low and slow vibrations still make you have a sharp intake of breath. He finally arrives back to your front and seems pleased at your reaction. He squats down so that his face is level with yours.

“What a good girl you are,” he muses, lips parted, tongue playing with the inside of his cheek, “I hope Hoseok here treats you well. You seem… pent up.”

At those last two words, he revs up the vibrations slightly, causing you to let out a small moan. He stands and puts the remote in his pocket. You watch as he gently rolls up his sleeves to the elbow, his forearm flexing as he fixes them. Your hungry stare betrays you.

“Is she always like this?” he asks Hoseok, almost laughing at you. “God, she’s desperate.” He looks at you. “Does Hobi not fuck you enough, little girl?”

Your eyes widen at the implications, and you furiously shake your head no, trying to convey as much as you can with your eyes alone. He just chuckles.

“Loyal,” he says, “I like that.” He looks back up at Hoseok. “Is your agreement exclusive, or is there room in her life for a second... benefactor?” You look up at your sugar daddy, eyes wide with what he might say. He’s just standing there, arms folded over his chest, as if he were discussing the weather or the stock market.

“I’m afraid she’s all booked up for the foreseeable future, unfortunately,” he says cooly but firmly, a little bit of edge to his voice.

“Pity,” Yoongi says, taking a step toward you, “I could think of a million good ways to take up her time.”

“You’ve got 14 minutes left,” is all Hoseok says in response, a definite sharpness to his tone. You’ve only heard this type of voice from him when you’re being particularly bratty. You rarely hear him this stern.

The vibrations quicken slightly, and you can tell from your frequent use that the device is at about its medium speed.

Yoongi takes his hand and reaches out to your back, and with a featherlight touch, begins to trace next to where the ropes lie. He keeps working down your back, and gently trails down your bare ass cheek and ghosts against your pussy. You can feel the heat from his hand, impossibly close to touching you. You hold your head back and try to look at him as you whine out a plea.

“Eyes straight ahead, little girl,” he says, and you comply reluctantly, flopping your head forward dramatically as you sigh. His hand grabs hold of your thigh, and squeezes it so hard you’re sure you’ll find a bruise there in the morning. “And lose the attitude.”

You whimper as he releases your thigh, and goes back to delicately running his fingertips up to your core. He stops just short of your cunt, and you desperately want him to just touch you. You flex your back and buck your hips in order to push yourself onto where you know his hand is. Your clit makes contact with his hand, and as soon as you feel it connect, you feel it missing. Not even a moment later, a sharp sting spreads across your ass, and you clench around the vibe.

“What a greedy little slut you are. Do you always misbehave this much?”

You turn your head back to look at him, and as you meet his eyes, you can see he begins to fume.

“Namjoon, keep her head straight. Someone's not listening.”

You turn your head back around and Namjoon is quickly grabbing your jaw firmly in his hand. Your eyes meet his, and his earlier show of no mercy seems to still be intact. You feel Yoongi’s hand soothe the soreness he just created, only to once again reel back and give the same spot another firm smack, just as hard as the first one.

You cry into the ball gag and the shockwave from his hit sends you slightly swinging forward into Namjoon’s belt. Even though the vibrator is only at medium speed, you feel yourself beginning to get close to a climax. Your moans get longer and higher, and your body tenses to prepare for it. You hear Yoongi behind you.

“Don’t.”

You know exactly what he means. You focus on your breathing and furrow your brow in an attempt to stave off your orgasm. It’s working, but barely. He turns up the vibrations and you cry out again, your head shaking as much as Namjoon’s firm grip will allow.

“Don’t.”

You distance yourself from the situation, distracting yourself with thinking about schoolwork. The essay you’re currently writing. How the rough draft needs to be done by tomorrow night. You need three more in-text citations to make --

His hand is against your clit, and he’s rubbing at an agonizingly slow pace, with just enough pressure for you to want more. You inhale sharply and work harder to distract yourself.

You have two of the quotes picked out, but you need to finalize the third one to really hammer in your point. Maybe you can spend tomorrow morning reading --

His lips graze over the ass cheek he tortured earlier, your smarting skin responding sharply to the gentle contact. He gives you a soft kiss, and then you feel a sharp pain as he sinks his teeth into your already ruined ass.

Your eyes fly open and you make desperate eye contact with Namjoon, trying to show him that you can’t last much longer. Thankfully, this Namjoon is a perceptive man, and he looks from you to Yoongi.

“She can’t take much more, Yoongi.”

“Good,” he says, breath grazing over where he just bit as he speaks. “Come, slut.”

For the first time tonight, your orgasm peaks and rips out of you. Your whole body trembles with the sensation, and you feel his pressure on your clit increase to see you through. The orgasm is hard, and long, and it leaves you with tears streaming down your cheeks, mascara running wildly. You’re coming down slowly, and you feel his hand pull away. Before you realize it, he is standing in front of you again. Namjoon releases you, and your head hangs lifelessly as you pant.

Yoongi stands directly in front of you again, and you find yourself staring at his expensive shoes. You’re completely spent. Post orgasm bliss spreads throughout your muscles, and then, a slight discomfort. You realize what it is: the vibrator is still going.

You squirm lazily and whine at the sensation, it being too much. Yoongi squats down and gently lifts up your head by the chin. Your exhausted eyes meet his, and he clicks his tongue.

“Aw, are you all sensitive now?” he asks gently, in an almost patronizing tone. You don’t care. You nod sleepily.

“Is the vibrator too much, little girl?” You nod once more, eyes fluttering shut.

“Then use your safeword gesture,” he says, almost as if it’s a dare. "Go on. Snap."

If he’s not done with you, then you’re not done. You open your eyes and look directly at him as if to say “challenged accepted.”

Without moving his eyes from yours, he cranks up the vibrations until you’re whimpering again.

“Six more minutes,” you hear Hoseok say from beside you.

“Plenty of time,” Yoongi replies without skipping a beat. “I think we can get three more in. One every two minutes? Surely a slut like you will have no problem with that, since you wanted to come so badly earlier.”

You groan at the ache in your cunt, and at the slight displeasure the vibrator is causing. Yoongi stands again and walks back behind you, and this time you know better than to move your head to look.

Soon the vibrations begin to feel pleasurable again, and you’re having a hard time keeping your moans quiet.

“Atta girl,” you hear Yoongi say from behind you, “Your next one’s already coming isn’t it? You greedy little thing. You’re going to ruin Hoseok’s nice floors with your slick. And in front of all these people?”

Just like that, you’re reminded that you have an audience. Quite a large one. You open your eyes to see just about every guest’s gaze glued to your straining form. The heat bubbles in your abdomen as your next climax rushes toward you.

“You may come again,” is all Yoongi says as you’re thrown off the edge again. As soon as you begin to recover from this one, he ups the vibrator to full speed. You scream into the ball gag at the overstimulation, and cry out as tears spill out of your eyes. It’s entirely too much, but you love it. Before you realize it, another orgasm rips through your body, almost as if it were a continuation of the last one.

He doesn’t miss this though, and spreads your ass cheeks apart so he can get a better view. At this point, you’re not sure if you can do another one. You feel as though you might pass out if you come again. But the overstimulation is so overwhelming that you can only think of reaching one more high. You tense your entire body and try to get another one, but your muscles are so spent that you can’t stay tense for long. After a few more tries, you just sigh and hang limply, your limbs heavy and tired. You hang on the edge of climax, being able to see the other side, but not being able to go there.

Mascara tears stain your cheeks from exertion, and you are well and truly spent. You give up.

But you don’t snap your fingers.

Yoongi fastens his lips over your aching clit, and sucks. Just like that, you feel your orgasm building again so you clench, desperately trying to claim it; this time, you reach it.

It tears through you like a slow strike of lightning. You feel yourself shaking as it takes its time fracturing within you. It grows white hot in your belly, and it’s as if every cell in your body has been burned alive. All of the energy you have left is spent thrashing in the ecstasy of your orgasm, and for a few seconds, you know nothing else but the pleasure.

You find yourself deep in subspace, practically dead to the world. You don’t even have the energy to open your eyes. You barely register Hoseok as he begins untying the ropes around your hands, getting assistance from both Namjoon and Yoongi. You feel his hands as he releases your ball gag and caresses your face as he asks if you’re okay. You give the tiniest nod, and he wraps your limp form tightly in his arms as the two men finish unwrapping your legs. He swoops down and sweeps your legs up to carry you bridal style away from the party.

The next thing you know is the soft and cool silk of his sheets enveloping you as he lays you down. You exist there for a time, every nerve ending in your body tingling as you drift off.

You wake some time later to hear quiet chatting. You inhale and breathe in the musky scent of Hoseok’s favorite cologne. You find yourself curled around the hoodie he left for you. As you slowly open your eyes, you can just make out the time on the nightstand clock. It’s almost 3 AM; the fundraiser had to have ended over four hours ago. You breathe slowly and close your eyes again so you can focus on the voices in the room.

You hear Hoseok straight away; his tone is forever instantly familiar to you. The way his normal speaking rhythm is a little sloppy with alcohol. In reply is a voice you more recently became acquainted with. The voice who you last heard giving you permission to come. It’s a little bit more rough now, a Daegu accent slipping out in his intoxication. The third one takes you by surprise. A low and calm voice. Lower than you’d ever suspected possible, from hearing him speak this evening. Even still, Namjoon’s even tone is a rumble you can make out.

You sit up slowly, not wanting the blood to rush to your head. You were sleeping hard. Your dry mouth guarantees that. At your movement, the three men stop their talking and look over at you. Hoseok is the first to set down his glass and walk over to you. His black tie is gone and so is his jacket. His collar is wide open, showing off his tanned chest behind the many unfastened buttons. He gets on his knees next to the bed and reaches for your hands. Once he finds them, his brow is creased with worry, as he brings your hands up to his lips.

“Are you alright, baby girl?” he asks into your hands. You still have the weight of sleep over you, so you don’t respond right away.

“She had her gesture, Hoseok. She could have used it,” you hear Yoongi say, and you look in his direction. He sits with his legs spread, glass of whiskey hanging off of his fingers. Your eyes meet, and even though he’s trying to seem impertinent and uncaring, there’s a tinge of worry and guilt in his eyes. You glance to Namjoon and see that his worry is more plainly stated.

Hoseok caresses your cheek and turns you back to facing him. His eyes plead for an answer. So you give it.

“Yes,” you say, voice raspy, “I’m alright. I feel great, actually.” Hoseok visibly relaxes and you hear Yoongi across the room mutter an “I told you so” to Namjoon.

“He didn’t push you too hard?” Hoseok asks.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you reply smugly, meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “But he did well and truly wear me out... Clearly."

You chuckle as Hoseok covers your hands in a million tiny kisses.

“Perhaps I do need to step my game up,” he teases, “I’ve never seen you so fucked out.”

“Nothing a good nap can’t fix,” you tease back. He smiles up at you, and you once again get lost in his brightness and warmth. “Mind if I join you all for a drink?”

“Of course not, baby girl,” Hoseok says, “I’ll go get your robe--”

“Don’t bother,” you say, wiggling into his hoodie and pulling the hood up and over your hair, “but you can go get me a glass.”

#bts smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #namjoon smut #yoongi x you #hoseok x you #namjoon x you #xmint-conditionx

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veralovemail · 3 years

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hello!! could i get relationship hcs for joseph and wu chang (separate) with an optimistic problem magnet s/o (as in like. rlly bad luck, whatever can go wrong will)??? tyty in advance 👉👈 (i know you have a lot of requests backed up rn- pls take care of yourself & take breaks when you need them!!)

i love this for 2 reasons. 1. i am a problem magnet and b. its funny as heck i hope you enjoy these!

wu chang + joseph with a problem magnet s/o!

wu chang:

they both know you're really optimistic and xie appreciates having someone around with such a positive view on things. fan can find it a little annoying and you two contradict eachother but he sorta finds it endearing that you challenge his realist views sometimes.

they didn't really know that you were a problem magnet until you tripped up the manor stairs on the same box twice... in the same day.

other disasters happening, like you toppling over an entire bookshelf in the manor library just by trying to hold onto the shelf while tripping, or breaking the railing of the stairs and falling flat on your face.

xie's concerned at the fact that you smile after almost being squashed by a bookcase and almost breaking every bone in your body in the same day.

fan may find it funny. as in he finds it absolutely hilarious and the peak of entertainment.

there is not a dull day without you because something always goes wrong.

both of them have had to save your backside from near-death experiences.

they kind of decide unanimously that you need 24/7 supervision.

one of them is always around you while you happily skip around the manor, doing your own funky little thing.

xie will hold your hand as you go about, waving at fellow survivors/hunters and doing chores.

fan will just follow you, but if you ask he MAY hold your hand. maybe.

both of them are actually willing to carry you about because have you seen how tall they are. nothing can hurt you from that high u-

...until fan gets too cocky and starts balancing you in his hands while going up the stairs and trips on the same box as you did a few days ago.

you're laughing, he's waging a war against the box, someone is gonna have to close robbie's ears for 5 minutes because there is a LOT of swearing.

you're sandwiched between them on a night so a) you can't get out of bed without one of them knowing and b) you cannot cause chaos.

you're most likely a chaotic good or chaotic neutral because of this

one time you were holding both their hands while walking around the hunter's side and antonio just squashed you. Walked right into you. thought that fan and xie were just walking side by side. didn't even notice you were there until he saw two very angry tree ents making their way towards him.

they've probably also swung you too high up into the air while walking around.

yeaah, you're a problem magnet, but at least you're their problem magnet.

joseph desaulniers:

he's confused. as fuck.

how can one being attract so much chaos.

one moment you're walking next to him, next moment you're looking at a bird in an open window, then said bird flies towards you and starts trying to peck you aggressively.

he loves you to pieces but oh my god. he's confused. how. the fact that you can have the oven and microwave blow up in the same day baffles the poor man

joseph follows you around most of the time to make sure you aren't raising hell.

if not... he's asking fellow hunters to keep an eye on you because joseph feels like if he leaves you be for one second, when he comes back, you'll be dangling out of the nearest window and holding on for dear life.

he babyproofs your shared room. and his cameras. he doesn't want you to break them (no offense).

another thing that baffles him is how you can be so optimistic about things.

" are you okay? that bird just attacked y- " " i think that bird liked me! maybe it was the colour of my shirt :D " " W H A T "

joseph traps you in his arms on a night so you cannot escape. or, at least he tries, since joseph moves around a lot, so he just sorta keeps you ontop of him since he knows that if you move he'll notice.

he keeps a good hold on your hand to make sure you don't somehow defy the laws of physics and start floating off into space.

if he takes you out on a fancy date, he asks that it's babyproofed. therefore, there won't be any problems. he'll clear out an entire store so it's just the two of you to make sure that you don't get lost.

you're very lucky because joseph is kind of short-tempered with this stuff but as soon as he sees you smiling he can't help but not get angry.

sometimes he'll get worried though and you have to reassure him that you have the worst yet the best luck in the world & that you're still kicking.

it kind of puts joseph at ease when you're near him because you're like a little beam of light that's also a good bad luck charm. you're very charming, to say the least.

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bigteefsmallbrain · 3 years

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General Soul Eater HCs please

Soul Eater: General headcanons

Death the Kid:

He’s an art critic

Hear me out

He is obsessed with symmetry, and loves the beauty in it

So when he sees something non-symmetrical, especially in art, he can’t help but to critique it

May go as far as to send a personal letter to the artist (If they’re alive) about how offensive it is that they created something so asymmetrical

If he can’t send a letter to the artist, he’ll send one to the owner/museum and request it be taken down, while listing reasons why it’s horrible.

Anything he writes has an even amount of letters and words

Be that his test answers

Essays

Letters

Diary entry

Speaking of diary entries, he definitely has one

But it’s actually just a catalogue of symmetrical things he’s seen

He puts photos into it and writes about how beautiful it was to see

He doesn’t care what it is much, just that it was beautiful

Meaning he takes photos of people too

Which can be unnerving at times

He’s probably taken a photography class before, or at the very least is self taught

Literally has a photo album of things he views are beautiful, but non symmetrical and he would die if anyone found it

Like a particular sunset with uneven hills

Or a flower with one too many petals

Definitely has an 8 ball, not a magic one, just an 8 ball, it’s placed on a velvet pillow in his room and he frequently polishes it

Elizabeth Thompson:

Makes several backup plans as a way to cope

Especially after dealing with an experience with a ghost

She has notebooks full of them, labeled and detailed

At one point she started putting them in alphabetical order but stopped immediately when she realized Kid’s perfectionist habits were rubbing off on her

She practices acting in the mirror

Usually so she can charm a man into dating her

But also to con people

She used to be a “Street rat” and that thought of ending up on the streets again constantly plagues her mind

She takes full advantage of the “Rich life”

Shopping sprees

Quality makeup

Salons and spa days

The works

She lets Patty’s thought that she knows everything get to her head

The fact alone that her sister believes in her that much is enough to make her a bit egotistical

And Patty’s admiration for the girl makes it ten times worse

She literally doesn’t care if she ends up being wrong because she’ll just be right next time anyways

So stubborn in that aspect

Patricia Thompson:

She likes dark humor

You can’t convince me otherwise, you actually can’t, I have evidence

She made an origami Giraffe, and broke its neck

Laughed when Kid said he “wants to die”

She literally pokes him with a stick when he’s depressed

She likes dark humor, and probably looks up jokes to tell others just for kicks

She’s secretly sadistic, and likes scaring her sister and others

She may act naïve and innocent, but she is anything but

She definitely has, more than once, banged on Liz’s door at 3AM just to hear her sister squeal like a little girl

Honestly, she probably purposefully gets their pose wrong, just to see her sisters annoyance and laugh when Kid gets smacked

She likes origami

Probably first got into it because of the paper ninja stars

Then just found it relaxing

She most likely makes the ninja stars mostly, and keeps a box of her origami creations somewhere

Has in the past, and will not hesitate to do so again, beat someone up for kicks or just to destress

Patty has two faces, the childlike innocent one, and the insane anger one

So it’s not too far fetched to say that she’ll hide her anger till she can corner someone alone and beat them up

Or that she gets bored and decides to do so

I wouldn’t be too surprised if her sister occasionally joined as well

Maka Albarn:

She’s a Harry Potter nerd and you can’t convince me otherwise

She loves the concept of magic

Loves the dynamic between Ron and Hermione, though feels a bit of Deja vu thinking about it

Probably used to write fanfiction, but in a way that made it seem like it was actually part of the story

She will hit you if you mention it

Definitely the type to compare books to their movie counterparts

Not in like, a critic way, but she will definitely rant about the differences, or how a character looks exactly like she imagined, or if they didn’t put in a particular scene she liked in the book

Forces Soul into movie nights, but it’s only the movie counterparts to her books

I can see her forcing everyone into a group study session

Be super organized about it, and setting it up in a way so that no one can refuse

She probably has specific ways for everyone to study

Like having Black☆Star work out while studying so he retains the knowledge better

Or setting up the session in a symmetrical way so Kid doesn’t freak out about it

She writes letters to her mom, as a coping mechanism for when her emotions get to be a little too much

Like when she’s having a bad day

Or if she’s particularly peeved at something Soul did

She writes a lot more letters when it comes around the time of her mom's birthday or death anniversary

She likes the thought of an old timey romance, and often listens to songs that give off that kind of feel

She really likes “It’s Been a Long, Long Time”, it’s one of her favorites

She also likes the old Disney songs, like “Once Upon a Dream” and “So This Is Love”

She would be so embarrassed if anyone found out though, especially if it was her dad or Soul

She isn’t quite sure why she’s so worried about Soul finding out though

Speaking of, she half realizes, half doesn’t with anyone's romantic feelings, including her own

She’ll fantasize about getting a love letter or having someone present her with a bouquet of roses

But if it actually happens she’s like “Oh, thanks friend!”

She knows the behaviors, she just can’t put two and two together

They would have to be extremely blunt, no over dramatic confession, just “I’m in love with you and want to be romantically involved with you”

She reads dictionaries for fun

She really likes to read out of date dictionaries, just to see what words and slang existed back then

She also highlights words she likes and uses them frequently on accident

She has most definitely yelled “I have cupid’s kettlebells*! I’m not flat!” at Soul before

Soul Evans:

Bottles. Up. His. Emotions.

He’s influenced by “toxic masculinity” and fully believes that being vulnerable in a serious way “isn’t cool”

He will bottle everything up so deep down inside that it seems impossible for it to surface

Feelings of inferiority to others? Bottled

Want to cry or break down? Nope, gotta be cool

Started crying in front of someone and can’t stop? He’s not crying, you’re clearly blind

Speaking of crying, once he starts, and I mean genuinely starts, it’s so hard to get him to calm down, and even then the tears don’t stop

Sometimes he’ll start to freak out and send himself into a panic attack because the tears just won’t stop

He’s that influenced by the thought of being vulnerable

On a lighter note, he does adore playing the piano, but the only person he’ll play for is Maka

He swears it’s not favoritism, and it’s partially true, but favoritism does play a large role in it

He frequently drags Maka to his room to show her a new piece he put together

And if he notices her feeling a little down that day, he’ll start playing a song that he knows she likes

He definitely knows about her love for old timey romance songs and is very embarrassed to admit a lot of the pieces he constructs are based off of that

The walls are p a p e r t h i n , he can hear her music through the walls

He secretly finds it adorable when he catches her listening to it because she’ll be dancing around to it

He also frequently finds himself thinking about those moments

He’s the stereotype that parents tell little girls about, with how boys will bully their crush

He’s a lot more playful and easy going, but still teases Maka, so much

Unlike Maka, he’s fully aware of his feelings, and acknowledges them, but bottles it up, only letting himself entertain the thought every once in a while

He jabs at Maka’s lack of “Cupids Kettlebells” as a way to try and ensure she won’t fall for him, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if she does

He reads the same dictionaries that Maka does, not for fun, but so he can know just what the actual h e l l she’s saying

More than once he’s had to look up a particular word or phrase online because he can’t find it in the dictionary

“What the hell? It’s an old Victorian saying!? Where does she keep finding this stuff!?”

Subconsciously, as time goes on, he starts using old phrases as well, he was so embarrassed the first time he got caught saying “Keep your idle daddles* off of her!” when defending someone from a perv.

Black☆Star:

Is so unbelievably selfish with food

It’s not even funny

He will stab someone if they reach for his food

He surprisingly eats healthy most of the time though?

Says something like “I have to otherwise I’ll never surpass the gods!”

The only person who could ever p o s s i b l y steal his food is Tsubaki, but even that’s pushing it

He has the weirdest dreams, and I mean weird

Dreams like being turned into a potato and being cooked, mashed, and devoured by Tsubaki herself

He didn’t talk to her for a week after that dream, and refused to eat potatoes for a full year because “You never know if it could be a person turned into a potato!”

He was also very offended when Tsubaki ate potatoes during that time period

He takes things very literally

Like up above, if someone does something in a dream, he acts like it was real

Or if someone makes a joke about fighting, he will drag them outside to fight

He’s secretly scared of Tsubaki

But it’s for literally the stupidest reason

And he fully believes that because of it she could fight god and win

She used to have a pet cockroach

One of the flying ones

And he is so unbelievably scared of them, because for some reason they just don’t die, and they have w i n g s

So the fact she owned one as a pet scares him so bad even though it was literally for only a week

He has a soft spot for children

He doesn’t really know why

He just does

Is secretly really good with kids

Literally the definition of dad material

He has his flaws but still

Little kids are the only people who could steal his food and get away with it

Every. Time. and it makes the others so mad

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa:

What can I say, she’s perfect

She probably receives love letters

Reads them over when she’s feeling sad

Likes to keep them in a shoebox she painted

She definitely paints to unwind and relax

Likes to go outside and paint the sunrise/sunset

Takes note of beautiful scenery so she can come back in her free time and paint it

She probably draws/sketches too

Carries a sketchbook with her

More than likely has drawn Black☆Star doing something

Like napping or training

She’d never show him though, too scared of inflating his ego or giving him the wrong idea

Stress bakes/cooks

We know she cooks

Liz took advantage of it and pretended Tsubaki’s cooking was her own

So we know she does

Sometimes painting/drawing doesn’t cut it

So she heads to the kitchen and bakes away her worries and unwinds

The main reason Tsubaki would possibly be spared from Black☆Star’s stabbing habit with food is because she cooks all the meals

She makes sure everyone is comfortable around her

She’ll go as far as to learn someone's customs and practice cooking their unique cuisine just to make sure that they feel comfortable and safe in her presence

She radiates mom friend energy

She’s perfect mom material, perfect wife material, perfect in general honestly

*Cupid's Kettlebells is a old term for a woman's bust

*Idle daddles is a old term for hands

I Hope you like these general headcanons for the main seven! You didn’t say which characters you’d like to see, so I played it safe by putting the main characters! Thank you for the ask!

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blu-joons · 3 years

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DATING EXO HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Byun Baekhyun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Cuddles are very important to Baekhyun, whilst he might try to play things cool a lot of the time, behind closed doors, he finds hugs very reassuring and comforting in amongst the chaos that his lifestyle brings.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you had met through a mutual friend, and instantly gravitated towards each other. His bright personality caught your attention quickly, Baekhyun made you feel safe and comfortable whenever he was around. He also loved having your company and talked to you a lot about anything that came to mind.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Baekhyun was terrified to confess his feelings to you, he didn’t want to frighten you off or read the wrong signals. With Minseok’s backing especially, he was encouraged into confessing to you one night when you were visiting. You were able to tell straight away that something wasn’t quite right, pushing Baekhyun until he told you what it was. As soon as he did, you were there to assure him he’d read your signals perfectly.

D ⇴ DATES

He’s another member who often prefers to be at home rather than going out. Dates out of his apartment are rare, but Baekhyun will make sure that they’re special. Instead, he’ll try and arrange plenty of fun things for the two of you to do at his place. They tend to involve games and food, occasions where the two of you can just kick back and relax and be yourselves. Baekhyun is big on special occasions though, anniversaries and birthdays always have to be celebrated by doing something neither of you will forget.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

It’s well known that Baekhyun has been in a relationship before, he knows the mistakes he made and is determined not to make the same mistakes with you. He’s nervous to begin with, taking the step back into a relationship is huge, but with your reassurance, he knows it’s what he wants and the right thing to do. It takes a while for Baekhyun to open up publicly about your relationship as he doesn’t want to hurt you, but once he gets the backing of the fans, he’s more than happy to tell them all about you and brag endlessly.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

One of the biggest bonuses of dating Baekhyun is his ability to read a room. If things begin to turn sour between the two of you, he can tell instantly, and will quickly put a stop to whatever it is that is causing the tension. At times it frustrates you how good he is at stopping an argument from happening, but you’re also well aware how much better it is for you both not to start shouting at each other. He will sit and talk through a problem rather than shout, but again, if he senses things are not going well, then he’ll give you a bit of space before trying again when the two of you can talk a bit more easily with each other.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

You heard many stories about his family when you started dating, so you were very excited to mee them, as they were with you. Baekhyun was stunned at how well you all got along, somehow, he ended up being the one pushed aside so that his family could find out as much as they possibly could about you.

H ⇴ HOME

As much as he loved having his own place, he definitely missed the company. Baekhyun was worried about moving you in as he was very tidy and neat. Days slowly turned into weeks when it came to easing you into living with him, before eventually those weeks turned into a permanent fixture of you living with him.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

You were actually the first to say ‘I love you’ when you noticed Baekhyun having a difficult day. He was unusually quiet, and you were struggling to know what to do to make him feel better, so you decided to open up your heart and tell him how you felt. Best of all, doing that, certainly put the smile back on his face.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Baekhyun tended to get jealous quite often if someone else had your attention. He would be able to tell pretty quickly when someone was trying to get close to you or push him out of the equation, quickly putting a stop to it. He’d often be able to tell before you even noticed, so he’d grab your hand and pull you out of the situation. He was a very good judge of character and would be able to warn you about what was going on before you’d even clicked, which was a trait of his that you were very grateful for indeed.

K ⇴ KIDS

He was still very much a big kid at heart, he loved messing around and joking with you. Baekhyun couldn’t wait for the day when he had little ones to entertain and play with. You knew he would make a great dad one day too, it was just about finding the right time. When Baekhyun began talking about kids, it was difficult to get him to stop, he’d often lose himself in deep thought and talk about all his dreams.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

His playful nature meant you were often laughing around Baekhyun. He loved to try and make you laugh and mess around with you. Tickle attacks were very common from him, if you were having a bad day, the moment he could grab onto your hips he’d attack them. He loved to prank you too, he’d often set traps around the house to catch you out, collapsing to the floor every time one paid off and you began chasing him around the house, promising that one day you’d eventually get payback for all that he did.

M ⇴ MISSING

He’d try hard to not make you worry when he was away and not show you that he missed you, but it was hard on him. At nights, he’d sit for hours with you on the phone and offload about all his worries, and you’d sit and listen. If time zones stopped him from talking to you, he’d turn to one of his members for a shoulder of support whilst he tried to get in contact with you. If the mood between you both got down, he’d quickly try and tell a joke to pick things up again, he hated seeing you struggle with him being away, even though he struggled himself, he’d try hard not to show that side of himself to you, and only allow you to see him smile.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Baekhyun loved to call you ‘jagi’ it was a word you heard many times throughout the day, at the start of texts, when he wanted your attention, he’d call it out all of the time so that he was able to find where you were.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Your laughter was what Baekhyun was most obsessed with. He loved to know that you were happy and enjoying yourself, if you weren’t laughing, he wouldn’t stop until you were.

P ⇴ PDA

He tended to get a bit shy when it came to affection in public, he’d usually hold your hand or the small of your back, but that would usually be it. It was the same in interviews too, he’d answer questions about you, but would never gush about you too much out of fear of doing or saying the wrong thing in response.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Anything that came to mind, Baekhyun would ask you about. He loved to talk about the most random things with you, just to initiate a bit of conversation. It would drive you crazy sometimes the random things that he came out with.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

For special occasions, Baekhyun loves to write songs for you. They’ll never be released, as he loves to keep them between the two of you. He’ll spend hours sat at his piano trying to come up with the perfect song just for you. He’ll always turn red as soon as he shows them to you, his cheeks will be bright red throughout the whole song, but when it’s done, you’ll definitely show him how appreciative you are of it.

S ⇴ SEX

He’s a mess during intimate moments, whilst he loves being close and affectionate with you, it also makes him super shy. He likes to dominate, but it often ends with you being a little more of the dominate one as Baekhyun hides his flushed cheeks in the crook of your neck. Afterwards, he’ll let you know exactly how he feels once the butterflies have disappeared and he can go back to being his usual self.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Baekhyun isn’t a big fan of a text, he much prefers to call you and hear the sound of your voice. If he texts, it will usually be something quick and unimportant, he doesn’t worry too much about you responding quickly either.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were the greatest gift in Baekhyun’s life. He struggled often to sum up how important you were to him, it was a feeling that very few people could understand, but you and he knew, and that was what was important.

V ⇴ VACATION

Baekhyun tried to take you away often, even if it was just a couple of days away in Seoul. Whilst he enjoyed staying at home, he also loved adventuring with you and taking you away so that he could show you how appreciative he was of the fact that you were so understanding of how crazy his life could be.

W ⇴ WHINING

He tended to whine when he wanted something, it was usually when his childish nature would come out to play, he’d go on and on until he got what he wanted.

X ⇴ XXXXX

His kisses are very frequent, if he can feel himself beginning to blush, he’ll often kiss you to distract you or hide his cheeks. Whenever he has his arms around you, it feels natural to him to also have his lips pressing against you. His kisses often very depending on the mood, sometimes they’ll just be light, quick pecks, other times he’ll linger and press against you more powerfully so you can receive as much of his love as possible.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his best friend, the one he’d always searched for.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Night-time was usually when the two of you would stay up and talk the most. You’d spend hours some nights just talking about random things, curled up in each other’s arms with your legs intertwined in with each other.

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literaphobe · 3 years

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Two questions:

1. What do you feel about CorpsexSykunno ship?

I feel like it's MarkiplierxJacksepticeye all over again, starts out innocent and turns uncomfortable.

(Also I think real people shipping is gross in general)

2. Dream smp makes me so nervous, not necessarily because of any of the members but due to (1) the history of online teams dominated (and lead) by male influencers, (2) minecraft youtube's general history of exploiting fans. I feel like it's going to end badly. You seem to be enjoying it tho, and it's definitely up my alley, should I get into it?

1. Corpse and Sykkuno are not comfortable being shipped! Neither of them are okay with being shipped with ANY of their friends in general, so like, don’t do it, or if u do like. i guess just don’t say anything about it? it’s really not hard to just enjoy their friendship. like it’s an endearing friendship n there’s nothing wrong w liking it. but. nothing more u know. plus both of them have made it clear on several occasions that they’re both straight and my gaydar agrees JFKDKDK like they’re just. Friends. Who care about each other :)

I definitely think it’s not like the markiplier x jacksepticeye situation, because for one u have jack himself telling people not to ship etc etc and also BECAUSE of that u have people actively policing any form of shipping. it’s honestly gotten to the point where it’s annoying but i genuinely don’t think it’s that big a problem, plus the rising popularity of the amigops puts less pressure on one-on-one corpse + sykkuno interactions, since people now wanna see all four of them play games together n not just corpse n sykkuno!

2. I get why Dream SMP would make u nervous. An interesting thing I realized when I started finding out more about people on that server is that there’s marginally more poc on it than I previously thought and also A LOTTTTT more lgbt+ people than i previously thought. Like genuinely why are so many of u so gay. And like that affects the stories being told obviously. Like. I don’t think it’s perfect n I don’t follow EVERY person on the SMP, just like i obviously don’t know everything about every minecraft YouTuber like fkdkdkdk i would say the only people i watch are dream, george, quackity (and even then i haven’t seen most of quackity’s YouTube videos) and like I’ve seen a couple of tommyinnit’s videos Fjdjdjdj and sapnap obviously but he has like 10 videos and i watch Karl’s streams if certain people are on it. yeah i think that’s about it like i do like the feral boys (dream george karl quackity sapnap) and i have seen maybe one or two skeppy videos

Anyway I get ur concerns about online circles dominated by male influencers too. but quite frankly compared to past circles ive seen its genuinely not that bad and also. In terms of holding them accountable, I think mcyttwt makes VERY sure of that (which honestly has devolved into a problem. because privileged haters will dig up stuff on creators that either a. has been addressed properly or b. is just. several years old and i don’t like how minorities are being weaponized. also i cannot stress how little i care that some minecraft YouTuber said the r slur 10 years ago when they literally never do it now. like. i worry so much because so many of these stans who think they’re ‘educating’ are just wearing themselves out n burning themselves out. so many of them are minors too)

but like. the people i am kept up w definitely do take responsibility and accountability. like dream especially gets accused of stuff that’s either fake/not him or something that’s just like out of this world (e.g. accused of queerbaiting. w george. interestingly no one ever accuses george directly of doing this) and no matter what he like addresses it properly and accordingly. like looking at his journey as a creator over the past year he’s grown a LOT and changed so much and matured a lot and i think like. looking at how much he’s blowing up and how much more of a following he’ll gain. I feel much better that it’s him who has this following as compared to. Certain people. And like. It’s upsetting to see how a lot of people have this impression of him that’s objectively false? Due to all the fake stuff that gets spread by haters (most often white for some reason???)? Because genuinely he’s not the creator we need to be so worried about?

Anyway in terms of getting into mcyts in the dream smp. I knew who Dream was because he’s played among us w the amigops a lot n they all like him because he’s just a good natured amicable person. I vaguely knew who george was because of dnf n also people putting his stupid face on my tl all the time. I thought he was pretty n hated that I thought that. I don’t care anymore tho. Like what’s wrong w looking at pretty people. I deserve it. Anyway! I got into their videos through GEORGE first, funnily. I think Minecraft, But I’m Not Colorblind Anymore was the first one I watched and it’s very very good. It’s endearing because it’s George trying out colorblind glasses for the first time n he’s nervous but Dream is there with him to make him feel more comfortable. And also Dream is so happy n emotional (he talks about tearing up at the thought of George being able to see colors properly) and their friendship is just very endearing. The video starts w george taking a colorblind test and we find out he has protan colorblindness (severity: STRONG which makes them crack jokes about how George is SO strong 😤)

anyway these losers. Decide to test the colorblind glasses on colors in MINECRAFT because of course that’s the whole video and it’s really heartwarming to see George learn how colors look like again n Dream just being excited about it the whole time n then George taking the colorblind test again at the end but with the glasses on... n then u go on to watch more george videos but it’s the ANIMAL CHALLENGES. like George Speedruns Minecraft But His Friend Is (Insert Animal, This Animal Is Always Dream) and like...... yeah so I watched a bunch of George’s videos n I went onto dream’s channel out of curiosity

And i was like. What the fuck. These videos are so WEIRDLY named. What the fuck is Finale, Finale Rematch, Grand Finale???? But dream has adhd too and in hindsight I absolutely would’ve titled the videos in a similarly confusing way. Anyway dreams manhunt videos are...... a work of art. I swear to god like even if u don’t know jackshit about minecraft they are very entertaining and weirdly impressive.

Basically in Minecraft Manhunt: Dream has to beat the game, but his friends are there trying to kill him. If they kill him even ONCE, they win n the video ends. He’s allowed to kill them repeatedly though. Manhunt started with one hunter (George, to one’s surprise), then two hunters (Sapnap and George), three (Sapnap, George, BadBoyHalo), and now four (Sapnap, George, BadBoyHalo, Antfrost). The next stage is possibly 5 hunters but idk who is the fifth yet. Anyway the thing that’s so entertaining about minecraft manhunt is:

1) Dream’s Parkour & PVP skills, which he developed and trained over such a short period of time n got REALLY good, it’s satisfying to watch him do risky maneuvers n succeed, the ways he’ll jump from a high place but clutch w either water, blocks, horses, boats, scaffolding, etc, to escape from the hunters

2) Dream’s TRAPS, like he actually does research for possible plans n traps he could do to counter the hunters, since there’s so many of them and only one of him, and he can’t just fight them in combat exclusively, since he’ll lose eventually if he gets ganged up on. I won’t spoil any of his traps, but they’re very good and also very dramatic. It’s amazing

3) The banter and taunting!! The lies and tricks!! They’re all really close so it’s easy for them to crack jokes during a lull where neither party is engaged in a fight, they’re all on the same VC so they can potentially say stuff to trick each other, or they can hear the other team say stuff that gives them an edge

4) The editing. Like the pacing is incredible, and all the bgm used is SO good at setting the atmosphere n making things more tense n exciting etc. like “dream’s manhunt music” is honestly a meme at this point but he actually unironically uses it and it unironically makes the videos better. Also dream edits all the manhunt videos by himself!! he doesn’t hire editors to do it for him or anything

idk what else to say but yeah I watch most of dream n george’s YouTube videos and they’re in most of each other’s videos and I like their dynamic a lot!! Especially since they still have not met in real life but already know they want to like live together (forever, according to George), and it like reminds me of the friendships I have because most of my close friendships have been made online. And like. They remind me that online friendships aren’t actually inferior. That’s it :) sorry this is so long

#ask #mcyt #dnf #dream smp #amigops #corpse husband #sykkuno #dreamnotfound #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #sorry so sorry I just #never have that many ppportunies to talk about this #n I realized I had the energy to answer this ask apparently #fjdjdjdjd #askplus

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parvulous-writings · 3 years

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SFW alphabet// Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Request: There isn’t one- this is pure self indulgence.

Submitted by: MEEEE

Genre/fandom: Fluff/Star Wars

Warnings: None.

Summary: SFW alphabet for Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Not my gif

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Obi-Wan is pretty damn affectionate- when you both are alone. In public, it is often a different story. That’s not to say he doesn’t sweet talk you quietly when you’re out and about, but he rarely holds your hand when in places that the Jedi Order could see you. When you are alone though, either in his quarters, your Coruscant apartment or elsewhere out of sight, he is one of the most affectionate people you’ve ever met, giving you so many hugs and kisses it’s hard to count. One of his favourite things to do, during slower days, he’ll sit in his favourite chair whilst he reads, letting you sit in a nearby chair, your hands linking you both together. B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Quite simply, Obi-Wan is one of the nicest and fairest beings in the galaxy, and the very best friend should you put the effort in to get to know him- though, even if you don’t, he’s still extraordinarily kind hearted, and ever the gentleman. The friendship would probably start when he’s assigned to protect you- and of course he politely introduces himself, and you’re drawn to his friendly and calming presence.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He ADORES cuddles. All of them. In bed, in comfy chairs, standing up- anywhere, anyhow, so long as you aren’t discovered. Given half the chance, he would cuddle you to the end of time. He’s a big one for physical affection. A lot of his favourite moments with you are spent curled up together, talking about both everything and nothing, basking in each others company. D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?) Obi-Wan would love to settle down- and he was incredibly ready to leave the Jedi Order for you, but you told him to stay, at least for Anakin’s sake. He is a marvelous cook- and you can’t convince me otherwise. You don’t go out for secret date nights, oh no, Obi-Wan cooks you a delicious home-made meal. He’s also quite clean, doing all the chores around his quarters almost every day or when he gets the chance between training sessions, meetings and the missions. E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) If he had to, he would try and let you down slowly. He would try not to make a show of it and explain calmly to you why he think it would be best for you to go your separate ways. It would break him inside, but he’d keep his composure until he was alone. F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?) He would like very much to get married to you 😊 you are his one and only living love, after all. He’d leave the Order for you, if you let him. Enough said, really. G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?) Very gentle physically, very very gentle indeed. His touches are always so soft, as if he’s nervous that you’re only a dream, and if he’s too rough with you, you’ll suddenly poof out of existence. It’s quite sweet, actually. H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?) Like with cuddles, Obi is a pretty big hugger. His hugs are warm, and full of all the love he holds for you. You almost always catch his scent- the faint smell of spices, and it always calms you down, it’s soothing. His hands often find the small of your back and the back of your head, supporting you as well as keeping you close to him. I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?) Not particularly quickly- he tries to suppress his feelings at first, and it takes many weeks of being around you for him to even admit to himself that he liked you, not to mention how long it took for him to muster up the courage to admit his feelings for you. Even after he admits his love for you, he usually only says the L word when he thinks it’s a special occasion- though he makes sure that you know he loves you in other ways.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Obi-Wan doesn’t often get jealous- he understands the need for close friendships outside of your relationship. But there have been one or two instances where his emotions have gotten the better of him. When he’s jealous, he can get rather possessive. He doesn’t mean to- he truly doesn’t- but he’ll put his arm around your waist, pull you close to his side, whilst giving a very dark glare to send them a message. (He’ll try not to do this in front of Jedi, and has so far succeeded in that regard.) K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Obi-Wan’s kisses are often quite light and brief- as most of them are given in public. Kisses in private are much deeper, much more passionate, much longer. His favourite place to kiss you is the very tip of your nose, he doesn’t know why really, he just thinks it’s a very endearing place to kiss you. His favourite place to be kissed is just under his jaw, your lips just seem to press against his skin so nicely there. L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?) Oh, Obi-Wan is a dream around children! He is a wonderful mentor to the younglings in the temple- a brilliant father figure for those who see him as such. Absolute father/husband material, I tell you. M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?) They are sometimes few and far between, but... Imagine the most idyllic scene you can think of. Sunlight streaming through the window and lightly hitting your face, as the wonderful smell of breakfast hits your nose, rousing you from your slumber. There he stands, in his nightclothes with his back to you, as he cooks you a glorious breakfast. He turns to smile at you as you get up, moving over to quickly give you a morning kiss on the cheek. That is a morning with Obi-Wan. N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?) Just as heavenly as the mornings. They’re quiet, more often than not, but they’re still wonderful. Though just as rare as the mornings, if not rarer, you both spend the first part of the evening watching the sun set, before dining together, and finally ending up in each others arms, talking nonsense till you both find slumber. O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?) Usually late at night, a month or so into your relationship. It’s not about what most people would consider ‘secrets’, but to Obi-Wan these things are incredibly personal. He talks to you about the bond he had with his master, and how he felt when he lost him, he talks about how proud he is of Anakin, all of it. It takes a few weeks and countless late nights, but you’re both all the closer to one another for it. P - Patience (How easily angered are they?) Man’s a Jedi. The King of patience. He doesn’t often get angry. When he does, though... Yikes. He loses it. Thankfully his rage is almost never directed towards you.

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?) He remembers everything you tell him, down to the last detail. You mention something as a throwaway comment? I guarantee you he’ll be doing or purchasing something to do with that little throwaway line. Every detail goes into his head and never leaves. R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?) A time he found you entertaining the younglings whilst waiting for you. You seemed so happy, your eyes sparkling and full of life, glinting as you laughed. He leant against the wall, just watching you as you played with them, letting them embrace their childhood for a little bit longer. It is something he’ll often play it over and over again in his head when he’s watching you sleep.

S - Security (How protective are they?) Obi-Wan knows you have to fight your own battles, and he does try his best to let you do that, offering guidance if you need it. However, when he knows you’re out of your depth- whatever that may be- he will step in and defend you in whatever way he needs to. T - Try (How much effort do they put in?) He puts in so much effort for you, trying to prove himself to you even though you constantly remind him he doesn’t need to. He also finds it his constant quest to make it up to you for not spending more time with you when in the Order. You tell him not to do that too, but he never seems to listen. U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?) Apologising too much. For not spending enough time with you, for being late when he isn’t.. Little things. Little, pesky things. It started off sweet at first, but quickly you found it to be a little bit of a problem. V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Not really that concerned. He keeps himself clean of course, he has more than enough decency for that, but he’s not really that fussed. He’ll pay more attention to small things- like the style of his hair or how he wears his robe- if he wants to impress you, but he’s not exactly vain. W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Oh he would definitely feel incomplete without you. He misses you deeply when on missions- and even goes as far to use his holocom to contact you when far off and he can’t bear not hearing your voice anymore. X - Xtra (Random HC) Obi-Wan is an absolutely divine cook. You want a meal that the canteens or cafeteria don’t do a good job on? Say no more, he shall provide for you. He’d cook practically anything for you, just to see you smile. Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?) Obi-Wan isn’t particularly fussy when it comes to partners, however there is one thing that almost always has to be there. Manners. Otherwise, you may just have a few ettiquete lessons from Master Kenobi. Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

Obi-Wan is usually a sound sleeper, and has a regular sleeping pattern. This pattern is only slightly taken off track when you sleep in the same bed as him, and he’ll spend at least half an hour running his hands through your hair as you sleep, admiring the blissful smile that crosses your lips.

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lilikags · 3 years

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ೃ‧₊› a b o u t t h i s p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader ➮ Oneshot ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 2182

A/N: This is for @serowotonin! [for Luna’s Valentines Day collab] Ik I said I was doing Atsumu bc “I was bored” but I always say “imagine being bored” and truly, I haven’t been bored for so long. I forgot that this was for the collab for a fat moment then when you saw the preview I was like, “Wait- no- it’s a surprise.”

Premise: You and Atsumu are cleaning out the apartment, when you find a few letters you thought you would never see again…

“Oi, (y/n), look at what I found,” you heard Atsumu say, leaning over the contents of a drawer he had been sifting through.

“What?” you walked over to see what he had found. The two of you were cleaning out the apartment, as you were going to be moving out soon. Atsumu had a habit of keeping things that connected him to an important memory of his, unless he wanted to forget it- and this was one of them. You didn’t know he kept them- actually, it did make sense of him to, but you had simply forgotten about it and you somehow expected the same for him. You looked down to see what he had in his hands, and your face literally went emotionless as you saw the letter in his hands.

You really didn’t mind the letters, for the most part. Actually, they held dear to you. However, that first one… you were grateful for it, but you also remembered just how bad you wanted to buy a grave space and bury it for eternity back then...

Miya Atsumu.

This was a dare. This is a love letter. For Valentines. Happy valentines day. If you have extra chocolate, send me some.

Sincerest thanks, (y/n).

Atsumu usually threw away the letters he received every Valentines. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude; it was just that there were too many letters for him to read (and reply to), so he usually just threw them out. Osamu often teased him for this; he boasted that he at least read his letters.

“Oi, ‘Samu, look at this one,” Atsumu called out to his brother.

“What?” Osamu looked at him, with a face of disbelief. “Yer actually lookin’ at them?”

“Nah, not really, but this one’s hilarious,” Atsumu laughed.

“Okay, not funny, keep yer lame humor to yourself.”

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“(y/n), truth or dare,” (b/f/n) asked.

You smiled, “Dare.”

“Hmmm… alright, send a love letter to Miya Atsumu- it has to be at least one line long.”

“I’m- okay then.”

You brought out a piece of paper, wrote the first things that came to mind, and once you reached one line, you stopped. You folded the paper and grabbed whatever envelope you could find and sealed it with tape. The dare required actually giving the letter, much to your dismay, but it wasn’t like you could back down from a dare. After all, it was (b/f/n), and the nonstop teasing would definitely occur if you failed to complete the dare.

Dearest (y/n),

I did in fact receive your rather interesting letter, and I have decided to bring you some chocolate as you wished. I wish you, as well, a very happy valentine’s day this year.

Most sincerely, Atsumu.

Atsumu was intrigued enough to write a reply; in fact, he decided to write in the most formal way possible. He knew from the letter that you were either a tsundere or someone who was actually dared to do so, and decided that it would be fun entertainment for the both of you.

When you received the letter, you were surprised to see a reply. It was known he didn’t send out replies, yet you had received one. As you read it, you felt a need to reply; you’d simply feel bad if you didn’t. However, what was there to talk about? How the chocolates were good? He had stuck it on your first period desk, out in the open. And you also sincerely wondered what was with the overly formal tone. You do remember writing the most shitty letter you’ve ever written to him, and that volleyball-obsessed dude just writes something formal to you? Baffles the mind.

Well, then, if he was going to reply, you would too.

Miya Atsumu,

Thanks for the chocolate- your fans make pretty good chocolate, I have to say. Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, ‘cause all ya focus on is just volleyball. Anyways, what was with the overly formal tone- ya like me or somethin’? Would be funny if ya did and I turned ya down. XD

(y/n)

You never really thought of Miya Atsumu, but this really sparked your interest. It was amusing, his reactions. It was definitely something you didn’t expect- you actually didn’t expect a reply at all. The reply you received was definitely out of the ordinary as well, one you never thought a hotshot volleyball player would write. It seemed he was interested in you in some ways- and you as well.

(y/n),

Pfffft, you think I might like ya? I just thought yer letter was interestin’, that’s all. Ya really think I can’t make chocolate? Bet I could make better chocolate than ya, I’ll show you. I make you chocolate myself and we’ll see how it tastes. Just you watch, I’ll make ya say I make the best chocolate ever!

Atsumu.

You saw that in your shoe locker the next morning- and everyone saw it. You were beginning to regret actually replying to him, but there was no backing out now. (b/f/n) really hit the goal here, for her. People were probably talking about it. It’s always some event that involves romance that catches everyone’s eye. And since it was just after valentine’s, everyone would automatically assume it was a love letter. In reality, it was simply a little bit of playful banter.

You wondered if people actually knew who it was. You hoped not; it would gather way too much attention for your liking. You’d have an entire fanclub after you, and it was definitely (b/f/n)’s fault that you got into this entire mess. You had absolutely no idea if anyone saw him slip that into your shoe locker, since it had probably been there for a good hour or so before you and most of the other students got there. In any case, there was nothing you could do about people knowing things they already know, so you headed onto class. It was exam week, and you sighed; it would be a long day.

When you arrived at homeroom, you were not-so-pleasantly surprised with what you found at your desk. You just wanted a quiet day; go to school, take the tests, and get out so you could relax at home. But no, you just had to see this and you knew there was a thing called rumors you had to deal with. Well, you could just be like “whatever” and not care, but you definitely knew who’d be after you, for real. Atsumu’s fanbase was quite scary, and definitely large- a group of people one would regret messing with.

“Ugh- what am I going to do with this chocolate now, he gave me a lot yesterday…”

“(y/n)! Oiiii, you got chocolate?! From who from who-”

“(b/f/n), if you say a word, you are going to be dead to me.”

“...” she looked away, but then turned to you again and whispered in your ear. “So, Miya Atsumu, who has a fanbase, likes you.”

“I’m- no-”

“But what I’m seeing says otherwise?”

“Ugh, you’re coming to my house and you are going to pay for that dare.”

“Oh ho ho, seems like I started something…” “Bet you did.”

Pisshead Atsumu

LMAO bet ya didn’t make the chocolate, yer terrible at lying <///3 seen this chocolate before. And like wtf you put a box of chocolate on my desk with YOUR NAME on it. Ya know that people will do a thing called assuming things, right? Smh, think before you act. Anyways, I’m counting on ya to fix up this mess.

(y/n)

When you finished class, the first thing you did was write the note. You were absolutely paranoid with this mess, and you were going to have Atsumu fix it. Yes, you did technically initiate contact first, but that was (b/f/n)’s fault and this could’ve avoided this if he hadn’t pulled off a whole stunt.

It was already around 6 when he saw the note. A small smirk filled his expression, he was so sure that he would be able to get a good reaction out of (y/n). It was written on scrap paper, the back of a phys. ed worksheet. You wrote it in a rush, very obviously. That wasn’t really what caught his attention though; he was puzzled as to how he would fix this. Tell his fans to fuck off? Osamu would tease him for eternity.

“Oi, what’cha starin’ at?” he heard Osamu nag. “Mom’s waitin’ for us for dinner.”

“Hey, ‘Samu… ya know how to fix this?”

“... ARE YOU AN IDIOT- YOU ARE AN IDIOT.”

“I AM NOT! YOU ARE THE IDIOT HERE!”

“SAYS THE ONE WHO GOT INTO A MESS LIKE THIS!”

“Oi, ya shouldn’t be fightin’ at this hour,” the two heard Kita say, as he gave them a certain look. “... ‘m sorry…” the twins apologized.

Even after a fulfilling dinner made by their mother and a nice, hot shower, Atsumu still couldn’t think of a solution. Osamu almost snitched on him, but he decided that there was enough on their mom’s plate of problems at the moment.

“What if ya said you were dating?” Osamu offered.

“HAH?! ARE YA INSANE?!” Atsumu yelled at him.

“That would explain what happened at valentine’s.”

“But there’s nothin’ between us-”

“Yer fanclub wouldn’t really believe anythin’ else.”

“Yeah…”

(y/n),

Can we meet when practice ends at 6 on Thursday?

M. Atsumu.

“... I’m- Is he just going to apologize then run away? Tch.” you sighed. You had the idea that Miya Atsumu was overconfident and carefree, but not to this extent. The least he could do was fix this- he had power over his fandom and what people said about him, unlike you. You had to go, it wasn’t like you really had much of a choice if you wanted to talk it out and fix it.

“Hey, (y/n) are you and Atsumu dating?” one of your classmates asked, and a bunch of others hovered around the table, waiting to hear a response. (b/f/n) had told you rumors had spread around the entire school; you figured that would’ve happened. Any topic related to the twins spread like wildfire, especially the blonde-haired one.

“... Can you not try to pry into my private life?” you replied, which you instantly realized was exactly a wrong answer to give. This implied that you were in fact dating Atsumu secretly, and you just made your life 10x worse. You figured you should just tell everyone what had happened, then the blame would be on (b/f/n)- it should preferably be placed on Atsumu, since he started it, really.

When you met him at 6pm, you expected no contribution from him. Instead, you were met with a solid plan for something you weren’t really happy about, but it seemed the easiest to convince the public of a story they put out.

“(y/n)... let’s tell them that we’re dating.”

“Hmm… well, they already think that…”

“I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking…” “It’s fine. All we can do is move forward, I guess.”

“Yeah… ‘Samu gave me this solution; it’s all I have, I’m sorry if it’s-”

“It’s fine. Let’s go through with it. Just protect me from the crazy fangirls; that’s all I want.”

“Ya.”

“And we’ll need to put together a coherent story; what’s yer number?”

“Ahaha, seriously, maybe (b/f/n)’s a prophet. She told me that she was aiming for somethin’ to happen between us,” you commented, remembering what happened years and years ago.

“Ya were just so unnecessarily worried about the fangirls,” Atsumu mentioned.

“Oi! Yer fangirls were hella scary back then…”

That night, you stayed up coming up with a story, which ended with the two of you breaking up so that you could go on your separate ways again. However, the story didn’t last too long, as (b/f/n)’s parent’s investigations went a little too far and spread the truth a little too much. (b/f/n) is one thing, but you had almost forgotten her parents were another, seriously. They’d been a little busy over the last few years, thus the lack of investigations of local drama, but they had been doing so for decades, what could you expect from them?

Nothing was Atsumu’s fault to the fanclub, unless he seriously convinced them that it was. You were guilty until proven innocent. Unbeknownst to you until after, he gave them a whole (to be honest, not-so-great) speech on how he kind of went too far with the joke, but also placed the blame on everyone else for assuming things. People were absolutely ridiculous; their ideas and their insane imagination should learn that the left side of the brain exists too.

“Funny how we met again after college, after all that time.”

“Ya… a real wonder”

Another A/N: OMG THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING FOR ‘TSUMU FORGIVE ME IF I WROTE HIM LIKE, WRONG IN THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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sideblogformindtrash · 3 years

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I understand that you’re busy and stuff so don’t rush to get this done, but I’d love to see more of Pastel being afraid of Orfeu. Maybe Farlan and Orfeu have weekly check up sessions just so Orfeu can make sure that Farlan is behaving himself? I can imagine every time Orfeu comes over, Pastel is fearful that that Master is going to let Orfeu use those sharp teeth and nails on him and BB.

apparently pastel is an angry boyo

kind of struggling between must protec BB and omg dont wanna be hurt :c

CW: Dehumanization; nsfw insinuation; pet whump; mentioned beating, tying, breaking fingers, collar; nightmare; biting; blood; orfeu just trying to be a gothic boi and Pastel overthinking;

Pastel knew very well what their Master bringing friends over meant for a pet. It marked an exhausting day, of trying to attend to the demands not only of your known, usual tormentor, but of many unknown faces that were often just as cruel as your Master, and often, enable and encouraged each other to be crueler.

This Master… Barely gave them any time to get used to the new home, before bringing guests over. He probably wanted to show off his new purchase – two little pets, from this famous Pet trainer… Pastel shivered. Their life here, no matter how lavish the apartment, would be one of misery, he could feel.

What he was not expecting is for BB to have already met that man before. Master’s friend, called Orfeu, who, to his horror, Master Farlan stated would likely pet-sit for them with some frequency.

“It’s Blue’s owner” BB smiled at him, whispering with excitement, as they waited on the floor “Master knows Blue’s owner!”

“Is he?” Pastel asked, shivering. Pastel wasn’t sure if it was worse to be babysat by someone who had previous experience with pets or not.

…When the man approached, Pastel wanted to run and hide. There was something… Off about him. Eyes that had a color a bit too green, a solid shade that did not belong on someone’s irises. He smelled… like fresh pine trees, with a vague, vague undertone of leaves rotting and moss growing… The smell of being lost on a dark forest. And his gaze was a fucking dead end. He stared through them, around them behind them. Everything but at them, searching the nothing as if there was something there.

Pastel wasn’t sure if he was being paranoid, or if somehow, all of this flew over BB’s head due to their excitement of meeting Blue’s owner! But there was no way BB missed the teeth, right?

Pastel’s dreams were often abstract and weird – and they were always terrible and frightening in their nosense – but among the usual chaos, he started to recognize that set of teeth and sharp, perfect nails.

He wondered what Master thought about it. It wasn’t normal, not even for humans, to have teeth like that. Master didn’t seem concerned, in fact, he was almost affectionate towards that man.

Pastel had long started to dread the day they would be left alone with him or Master would allow him to hurt them. He could almost envision that man on top of him, the chains and spikes of his clothes rubbing against his skin, his nails tracing red marks, and the teeth, drawing blood.

And worse, how would that man hurt BB? His BB who naively ran up to them every time they came to visit offering him that big smile and showers of questions that the man answered, patiently. He was entertained by BB, for now. But when he got tired, when he decided he wanted to cause them pain… Shit, how would BB feel? Would they feel like they were betrayed again? Pastel wasn’t sure how many more abandonments BB could go through. But maybe BB was expecting it to happen, too. Maybe they were just… trying to make the most out of their niceness, while they could.

And now it was that day.

There he was, on his scary tall boots, harness, a spiked collar… Was that a mockery? A human, wearing a decorative collar, to show then that it wasn’t their clothes, their living conditions, or anything that made then different: It was simply that humans and pets were different?

And all those leather straps… There were so many in his clothes, and it would be so easy for him to use that to tie them up, or beat them with it. Those boots – they could so easily crush fingers, or keep someone pinned down, or just hurt when throwing a kick…

Pastel could do nothing but shiver, standing near the sofa on the living room, as Master Farlan and Orfeu chatted at the door.

“W—why you s-so scared Pastel? W-will be okay” BB smiled, sitting by his side “…S-still nervous a-about him?”

“I don’t know how can you be so calm, BB” Pastel whispered, his eyes glued on Master’s friend “He gives me the creeps…”

“H-he is nice!” BB smile broadens.

“Just because he is Blue’s Master, that doesn’t make him nice”

…BB pouts, crossing their arms.

“I, I, BB knows! BB i-isn’t stupid…” and BB shows him their tongue “He is, is being nice with BB, a-always was”

“What if he isn’t? Master was here the other times, now we’ll be alone…”

“W-will be fine!” BB insisted “BB r-recognizes p-people who are nice!”

…And that was half true because BB thought everyone was nice so… Sometimes they would get it right. But at least… at least they were calm somehow. Having BB scared wouldn’t help, either.

…BB got their hand, squeezing it.

“W-w-will be o-okay. BB knows. P-please Pastel? C-calm down?”

Pastel sighed.

“I’ll… Try. I’ll be good. Of course I will” He always was. He knew the alternative. Play by their rules… And get used to always losing, anyways.

Well, they took a deep breath. Be good. Behave. It will be okay. You will survive. BB will survive.

As he approached them, BB immediately jumped on their feet, hugging his legs. He nearly lost balance, than chuckled, and ran his finger – nails, sharp, dark, painted with red spots to symbolize blood, blood he would get from them later… - through BB’s hair.

Then the man looked at him… And Pastel flinched. He wanted to be a good pet, behave well and not cause trouble… But he flinched just from a glance. And the man smiled at that. Oh, no. He was enjoying how afraid Pastel was. He felt… He felt like he would cry, the man looking at him like a predator at its prey…

“Hey there, Pastel”

...He tried to crawl closer, to swallow all of that and pretend he wasn’t terrified – he was ashamed of being scared like this. But he couldn’t. He trembled, his arms and legs trembled, his face was pale…

“It’s alright. You don’t have to come closer, if you don’t want to”

And that was a trap. If he didn’t do it, the man would punish him. What he wanted didn’t matter at all. But the next second, the man was distracted by BB again, who was pulling him to their bedroom to show a drawing they had made of Mr. Tonsils.

He breathed in relief as they left the living room. It felt like the place was safe again. He closed his eyes, enjoying that feeling while it lasted… But then he thought he couldn’t let alone with BB! What if… What if then he tried to hurt them? He cursed himself for being so stupid and scrambled after them, peeking from the doorway.

…Nothing was happening. BB was sat by his side on the bed, flipping the pages of the notebook Master had gifted them, pointing at their drawings and looking for the man’s approval… And Orfeu was just nodding, making small comments about the drawings and entertaining BB.

After that, the man went out for a few minutes and Pastel was terrified. BB came stand by their side, seeming cheerful.

“It, it’s o-okay, t-they went g-get food…”

“Are…Are you sure?” Pastel whispered, biting the inside of his cheeks. BB pulled him closer, clumsily petting his hair.

“Y-yes. He, he w-went get p-pizza f-for u-us b-b-ecause he can’t c-cook and Master is, is p-paying anyway…” BB chuckled.

“BB… His teeth… And… And the things he wearing…”

“T-t-they look c-c-ool d-don’t they?” BB tumbled their head to the side “BB would want t-to be like that if, if BB w-wasn’t B-b-blue’s copy already…”

“…You are not ‘Blue’s copy’. You are BB, you don’t have to-”

“N-not that now P-pastel…” They whimpered, pulling away from the hug “O-only Pizza”

“If… If it’s really pizza…”

…And well, to his surprise it actually was. And they actually got to eat more than scraps, while BB and Orfeu cuddled on the sofa and Pastel just… Sat nearby. Far enough that the man couldn’t suddenly grab him, but close enough that he would be able to do something if BB was in danger… At least he hoped so.

So the time he was truly scared of came. They went to sleep. And… Nothing happened then, too. Orfeu tucked BB in, whispered a soft ‘good night’ to Pastel and went to Master Farlan’s bedroom for the night.

…After he left, Pastel felt a bit safer. He crawled in bed by BB’s side, pulling them into a hug. They had a smug smile.

“…S-see? BB knows. N-nothing bad h-happened…”

…He agreed, a bit grumpy. Still, he dreamed of teeth and nails.

#pet whump #whump #orfeu and haru #Pastel <3 #BB: Baby Blue #Farlan B)

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emersonfreepress · 3 years

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What would the ro's be like in a zombie au?

whyyyyy anon whyyy. I'm actually gonna write this in like.. slightly different terms, you'll see. any time I even briefly think of a zombie au I'm just like

I WANNA WRITE IT SO BADDD

i don't even allow myself to entertain it for very long because getting into that would be the worst thing ever for my productivity with the alpha omg 😂😂 so I'll put like the ideas that pop into my head for writing a zombie au, to work some of that creative frustration out 😆

so in this very general, absolutely noncommittal idea of mine, the main cast are older and the setting is in and around a civilian settlement led by the Emersons.

and as a refresher, i like my zombie aus to have fast zombies and fast infections ^ ^ 28 Days Later/Train to Busan style babyyyy, we the Sprinting Dead up in this bitch 😆

= = =

Gabe is, predictably, looking for what's left of his family. Following rumors of safe havens and bunkers and such. Starts the story as someone who tries to be diplomatic, if not outright pacifist, but as times get tougher and resources dwindle, he'd become one of the most cutthroat motherfuckers in the wasteland. Low-key though, low-key. People won't trust you if they know you’re capable of throwing them to a horde for strategic reasons. Like if Rick turned into Shane (for those of us familiar with early Walking Dead--idk did that happen eventually? i gave up before we even met Negan lol). The end justifies the means :) Damn, I can legit see Gabe going full evil in a zombie au omg 😂😂 i want to write it so fucking bad

Preferred weapon for zed encounters: rifle

Preferred weapon for human encounters: handgun

Faith in humanity: fucking zero

Zombie kill count: plenty; the type to kill every zombie he has spare ammo and time for

Human kill policy: When it benefits him or the people he’s looking after

Survival rating: B+; he can make it out of some pretty dire situations through sheer will to live and ruthlessness

- - -

Kile has arrived--clearly, this is the timeline they belong in. They start their journey with Gabe (and their doggo) and stick to him like glue, even reluctantly so when Gabe eventually has them join the settlement. This can only go one way, though: Kile's just too much of a wildcard for the group and hates being told what to do. (Especially now that society has fallen, wtf) They'd make their exit alone and unannounced aside from a brief head’s up to Gabe. It's slightly bittersweet, but also? They get to loot and hunt and sneak around and kill fucking zombies, all by themself. Kile is a loner, a hiker, and a hunter to begin with so they do beyond fine on their own. However, once the inevitable violent human threat comes for the settlement, Gabe is sent out to convince Kile to come out of isolation, just this once please, to be the camp’s super soldier help defend the camp.

Zed weapon: p much anything they can get their hands on, ranged or melee, blunt or sharp, w/e; improvised weapons

Human weapon: hunting knife

Faith in humanity: never had any to begin with

Zombie kill count: lol infinite?? any zed they come across is double-dead if they have the time for it

Human kill policy: at Gabe’s direction or when provoked enough/threatened

Survival rating: A-; they trust no one, live in isolation, and prioritize survival above all else. only reason it’s not higher is they would risk their life for Gabe or their furbaby and also... their own Rambo-esque antics def attracts the occasional horde lmao

- - -

Jack... this poor boy, he doesn't deserve a zombie au 😂 He's one of those people that first believes zombies are just sick people, too squeamish to keep up with TV news coverage at the onset and too upset to consider anything else. He'd hunker down at home, staying holed up even while his neighbors evacuated, and probably be discovered while the main group is looting the same place as him. When people try to tell him the real state of the world, he'd be in denial until he absolutely couldn't be anymore. idk, probably after Kile shooting a bunch of non-lethal holes thru a zombie to make a point (attracting more in the process lol).

He’d almost immediately join the medical team at the settlement and as word spreads about how easy he is to talk to, he quickly becomes the literal on-site therapist. It's a role he embraces but... idk if it's an emotional burden he can bear. He's very emotionally resilient! But he ain't a professional lol imagine a whole settlement of traumatized zombie survivors seeking you out for counseling, yikes. He also can't say no to a person in need, so instead he quietly spirals into a very private depression while continuing to help others!!

Zed weapon: Oh gosh, do I really have to?

Human weapon: ...Kindness?

Faith in humanity: Unrealistically high

Zombie kill count: Single digit

Human kill policy: Not ever, unless completely unavoidable and to defend the defenseless

Survival rating: C...? idk, that feels generous. D+. To be protected at all costs!!

- - -

Jessie also had the initial reaction of hoping zombies could be saved, but she woke up from that dream swiftly. The science-minded person that she is, esp with her interest in biology, leaves her determined to find anybody who's got the intellect, expertise, and resources to start doing actual work toward a treatment, cure, vaccine—anything. Nothing would get her to finally unabashedly embrace her love of science (and innate leadership skills!!) faster than a zombie apocalypse! In fact, it’s thanks to her that the Emerson settlement’s got a small but growing team of scientists doing as much research as humanly possible to best educate the others on the outbreak and zombie behavior. Def no zombie experimentation going on though lol. ...Not yet, at least.

Zed weapon: rifle

Human weapon: rifle

Faith in humanity: High! We’ll find a solution! Don’t give up hope!

Zombie kill count: Double digits, but less than 30

Human kill policy: Only in unavoidable self-defense or defense of others

Survival rating: B! She has experience with ranged weapons, farming and gardening skills, first aid, camping experience, and a can-do attitude with a healthy dose of realism!

- - -

Rain remains cargo as I said in the last post about this 😆 They'd be very good for keeping clothes repaired and making useful modifications in the settlement, but their life up to this point has been very sheltered and privileged. We're talking somebody with a chauffeur and a personal chef before the outbreak! They would contribute to quality of life and homemaking efforts more than anything—an overlooked aspect of these scenarios tbh! After as many months of dragging their feet as possible and being nigh impossible to track down when you need them, they eventually become involved in meal planning and even help out with medical stuff if they're asked.

Zed weapon: how do you reload this thing again?

Human weapon: switchblade or other concealable sharp-pointy

Faith in humanity: Very low

Zombie kill count: 0! Can you believe it!

Human kill policy: Well if it’s you or me, of course I’m choosing me.

Survival rating: C. Being so tiny helps them find good hiding spots and their self-preservation is high enough to keep them from unnecessary risk-taking. Plus they're very stealthy! Self-defense is a major issue though, so hiding is always their best option.

- - -

Rupan/Rohan scouts for and leads scavenging missions and is Curt's right hand on the recruitment team. The two of them together are the perfect combo of diplomacy, debate, and deception--although R is more honorable about the last one and will only deceive for strategic reasons. When they aren’t looting and recruiting, they’re doing peacekeeping inside the settlement. Most social disputes end up getting brought to them for mediation and they’re pretty dang good at making and enforcing calls. One day they’ll wake up to realize they’ve basically become a sheriff and feel the need to puke their guts up and do something, anything, to reassure themself they’re still punk 😂

Zed weapon: SMG

Human weapon: shotgun

Faith in humanity: Believes in fundamental goodness but knows better than to trust first impressions

Zombie kill count: decent, more than 40; you won’t catch them having a field day tho, they’re trying to gtfo of most zed situations

Human kill policy: Violent threats have to be taken out. And they aren’t, at all, immune to a revenge rampage either...

Survival rating: B-. Can handle themself both with humans and zeds but is vulnerable to hostage situations and truly difficult sentimental/interpersonal decisions!

- - -

Vivian/Vincent manages inventory and stock and they run it so efficiently it’s scary! They're the perfect pick: a hawk-eyed tyrant and tattletale 😂 Despite constantly butting heads with just about everyone on every imaginable thing, they quickly become an important part of the inner circle of decision-makers for the settlement at large. Terrible at stealth, jumpy, and squeamish at the sight of blood and gore, they literally never go on missions unless they're 100% needed for their expertise on a supply run. (They would deny all of these shortcomings are that big a problem, meanwhile R is definitely acting as their bodyguard lol.) When they do tag along, they're prone to becoming the damsel in distress. Seriously, it happens near every fucking time. It's like they just attract only the most improbable and perilous zombie attacks and hostage situations 😆

Zed weapon: shotgun

Human weapon: handgun

Faith in humanity: Medium; seeing people work together at the settlement helps restore it a bit

Zombie kill count: Double digits, under 25

Human kill policy: Violent threats have to be taken out. Well, no, not by me! Get one of the ruffians to do it!

Survival rating: C-. They’d be higher if they weren’t such natural zombie bait.

- - -

Heidi is running the settlement, well-organized to the degree of actually managing to bring bureaucracy to a post-zombie apocalypse settlement 😂 People are free to come and go, but getting in if you don't live there requires trading something of value (fuel, med supplies, food, etc), temporary surrender and registry of firearms and explosives, and you gotta GTFO at the time and date specified upon entry! You can stay long-term if you contribute to the community in a tangible way—and each person admitted is approved by Heidi personally. Yes, every individual. No, she has no free time. And she is not known to be lenient with rule breakers—you want rule bending, you’ll have to go to Curt for that. People kind of hate her, but it can't be denied that she runs a tight ship. She kind of throws herself into the work to avoid the harsher reality at large and hasn't left the settlement in a long time. She's out of touch with how bad things have gotten in the wastes, but she knows better than to take reports at anything less than face value--even when she's skeptical.

Zed weapon: rifle

Human weapon: handgun; dagger

Faith in humanity: Medium. It fluctuates, honestly

Zombie kill count: Double digits, less than 20

Human kill policy: Violent threats must be taken out if they can’t be reasoned with. Spare those who surrender, eradicate those who don't, keep an eye on the newbies. Not tryin’ to nurse any vendettas around here lol

Survival rating: B. She's good with a firearm, masterful at persuasion, and savvy enough to calculate risks appropriately. Also far tougher than her prim exterior and demeanor suggests!

- - -

Curt leads the recruitment and reconnaissance teams! When a new person or group shows up in the area, Curt's the one who stalks watches them, decides if they're worth approaching, and if they should be approached with an invitation, a simple acknowledgment/announcement of their presence, or an outright armed warning to leave the area. He also keeps tabs on morale and general confidence inside the settlement, alongside R. When he isn’t leading those efforts, though, he’s flirting with settlers and squirreling his way out of manual labor and other chores. He’s also secretly growing weed at his place--don’t tell Heidi or Vi ‘cause they’ll wanna yell at him and ration it UGH.

Zed weapon: SMG, explosives

Human weapon: handgun, dagger

Faith in humanity: Pft, sorry, what now?

Zombie kill count: ...way more than you’d expect

Human kill policy: I don’t start confrontations, but I sure as fuck end them.

Survival rating: A! He’s good at playing hapless idiot when it suits him to be underestimated, good with firearms, and capable of being ruthless and decisive in life or death situations! Plus he has no qualms about ditching the settlement if he decides it’s not working out for him. Just don’t tell Heidi lol

#the rest are under the cuuuut #had to stop myself from writing too much SEVERAL times #love me a zombie apocalypse #lovely anon #answered #ROs #whoops got carried away lol #spent most of my work day finally finishing this ask because VIVA PROCRASTINATION #someone help ._.#phew #feels good to finally get it out of my system tho #now I can promptly never ever write it 😂#AUs #fave #scenarios

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lucifers-horror-harem · 4 years

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Heyy so I was wondering if you could do a nsfw alphabet for Brahms? 🥺

Hey I’m sorry it took me a hot sec to post anything in a while but hopefully you enjoy! I love doing these alphabets cause it helps me get a better feel for the character.

Brahms N/S/F/W Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Brahms is a clingy boy after sex, typically wrapping himself around your body and refusing to let go. You’re his teddy bear and he’ll throw a tantrum if you refuse to snuggle with him afterward. He loves leaving kisses along your neck and jaw and humming so deeply it reminds you of a purring cat.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands are probably his favorite part of his. Especially after meeting you and reveling in how you react to his touch. No matter your size he will always see you as smaller and more fragile than him and seeing his big hands gripping your wrists or holding onto your waist always get him going.

While he would love every part of his partner unconditionally, his favorite part would be their eyes. There’s so much emotion he can see from them, he can tell when you’re happy, worried, upset, or needy. He can’t get enough of the way you look at him with such softness when he is at his most gentle and desire when he is teasing you. And sometimes, he gets a thrill out of the look of fear in your eyes when he is being more dominant and direct with you, liking to see just how much of an effect he has on you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Brahms will certainly make a mess out of you if you’ll allow him. He really can’t decide where he likes to come the best. A few of his favorite places would be your chest, along your stomach and thighs, and inside of you. He gets a rush seeing you covered in his come like he’s laid claim to you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Brahms has loads of dirty secrets, he's lived in the walls for most of his life so everything of his is a dirty secret. But one of the dirtiest that he has is that before he revealed himself to you, he would steal your underwear and watch you through the walls. You wouldn't have to be doing anything explicitly erotic, but anytime his urges got the better of him and when he felt he might lose himself and lunge out of the walls to grab you, he will take your underwear and jerk it off along his cock, the fabric adding much-needed friction for him to satiate his urges and come before he does anything too rash. As he usually makes a mess of your underwear, you find you're missing a lot of pairs frequently, both clean ones and ones from the hamper. Because you know Brahms is a dirty boy and would definitely get off on inhaling your smell as well.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is a virgin, no question. The most experience that Brahms has is what he's read in the books on his shelves. He most likely hasn't read actual erotica but the books that he's read might have some sexual scenes or descriptions of such things (albeit probably only from very older books that use way too many euphemisms and flowery language). He is also aware of reproduction and how to have sex through diagrams in stuffy anatomy and biology books. As a lot of his knowledge is in a scientific context, he will really need you to guide him the first few times. After that, it's no holds barred.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has a hard time deciding. Brahms really enjoys missionary so he can pin you down and watch every expression on your face as he pleasures you. However, he is also partial to doggy style because sometimes he gets so worked up that he can’t help but want to take you as roughly and deeply as possible.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Brahms is always more serious during intimate moments, the most he might do is a little laugh as he teases you. He’s not one for joking during sex simply because he is still a little insecure about his abilities, though if you’re with him for long enough he might start to loosen up a bit.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Have you SEEN how hairy this man is??? Brahms has probably never used a razor in his entire life so he's a full wolfman. He also never really had opportunities to clean himself fully like in a shower (the most he probably does is a makeshift sponge bath if even that) so you're most likely going to have to get him used to proper hygiene unless you like a very stinky wall boy. He also wouldn't bother with his body hair on his own unless you offered to trim it for him. A full shave anywhere right off the bat might not be too good either, because he will feel naked and itchy for days. You will have to get used to some hair on him because even if you were offering him kisses as rewards for shaving he wouldn't let himself be completely shaved head to toe. As it is, it'll be an absolute pain trying to get Brahms to agree to you manscaping him below the belt because it is certainly a mess down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Brahms is always romantic during intimate moments. Or at least, what he believes is romantic. Most of the time he is simply overwhelmed by his desire for you and if he can manage it in the heat of the moment he will grunt how beautiful and lovely you are in your ear as he thrusts into you, praising and telling you that you’re all his and no one else’s. His heart is in the right place but you might need to help him understand the nuances of romance.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Absolutely. While he might have associations with it being a dirty act from being punished by his mother, he still finds he cannot help himself when he first saw you through the walls. Mostly it’s a way for him to calm himself down and take control of himself again when he feels the urge to reveal himself to you. At first it might begin when he sees you changing or showering, but it could escalate to him just jacking off to you doing simple tasks around the house.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Brahms might have a hard time putting words to describing what his kinks are because he has been so sheltered, but he has far too many to count. Essentially when he finds his perfect person to be the nanny at the Heelshire mansion, his kink will be everything about you. You yourself are what turns him on the most. He’s a huge voyeur, no surprise there. He also has a bit of a size kink because of his size compared to you. Essentially if his partner is involved, he will be down to do or try anything.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves dragging you in the walls and having sex with you pinned flush against the wall. While he’s thrusting into you from behind, he’ll make you look through one of his peepholes and tell you exactly what he does while he watches you through them. His bed in the walls is another favorite place, mostly because he can keep you between the wall and him and you would have to get through him if you wanted to get up. He likes having you all trapped for himself.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, anything can turn Brahms on when it comes to you. You could show this boy a bare ankle and he would instantly nut. But if you really want to drive him crazy, wear revealing clothing. Lingerie, booty shorts, crop tops, leggings, skirts, anything that covers you while also teasing what is underneath. He won’t be able to control himself and he will either pester you all day about giving him attention or simply tackling you on the spot and giving all of his love right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely will not share you with anyone else. He refuses to even entertain that notion. On a similar note, he wouldn’t be interested in public sex, not that he leaves the Hillshire mansion anyways, but he refuses to even think about someone other than him looking at you in such a vulnerable position. You’re his and his alone.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is usually more of a giver. Brahms always wants to make sure you’re taken care of, and as someone who is horny for praise, he gets off on getting you off. And if you tell him what a good boy he’s being? Instant nut. Though he will never turn down oral from you, though he might be a little twitchy about it at first. He’s not used to someone pleasuring him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When he’s horny and in more of his man persona, he’s all sorts of feral and rough with you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to take his time, he’s just usually so pent up and has such a high sex drive that he can’t help himself. It’s possible for him to go slower but it will take a lot of urging him and a bit more willpower on his end, as well as the promise of rewards if he does.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

All. The. TIME. Since he’s been so pent up for years upon years in the walls, any small action from you will get him needy. If you’re not careful, he’ll bend you over every surface in the house, and then when he’s done will scurry away while you’re sitting there trying to process what just happened, all the while cursing him for making you horny in the process, thus continuing the cycle.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Brahms is hardly a risk-taker in his own life and any sort of change will upset him. Even spending more time outside the walls is tough for him, but once he’s grown used to you the risky behavior he will have is having sex outside the walls or your bedroom. For someone so used to sneaking out of the walls without being spotted and getting reprimanded by his parents, it’s a thrilling experience for him to be so naughty out in the open with no one scolding him for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

While he isn’t one to last a long time, he can go for as many rounds as he can stand. Since just about everything about you gets him in the mood, he could have just orgasmed and will start getting hard again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Brahms doesn’t personally own any toys but if you do he won’t protest. The only thing he might not like is if you use them by yourself. He wants to be a part of the fun too, whether he’s using them on you, you on him, or both of you using them together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He LOVES teasing. Any opportunity to see your flustered expression while you try to scold him is one he will take. Plus he loves seeing just how needy he can get you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Brahms usually isn’t loud at all especially if the sex is slower. He might make a few moans here and there. But when he’s needy for you he will make all sorts of animalistic grunts and groans. He’s less talkative except to tell you how good you’re being for him. He usually gets so carried away that he can hardly speak and mostly just moans in your ear as he ruts into you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Brahms is a curious boy, and on some occasions when he steals your underwear he’s attempted to wear it. Especially anything soft and silky you might own, it’s a different sensation on his body that he isn’t used to and the whole debaucherous act leaves him unable to contain himself. You might have to invest in buying him his own undies. But even then he would prefer to steal yours because they smell like you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is slightly above average length but he is also endowed in the girth department. Again, lots of hair down there.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The easiest way to explain his sex drive is that he is the kind of guy to get hard over any bare bit of skin not covered. He will settle down more the longer you're together, but he still acts like a feral animal anytime he sees you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He will be out like a light as soon as his head hits the pillow. Get used to falling asleep with his arms and legs wrapped around you and his chin resting on your head. Good luck if you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

#brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #slasher x reader #the boy 2016 #anon

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chaoticneutralwriter · 4 years

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Star-Crossed

“ A phrase describing a pair of lovers whose relationship is often thwarted by outside forces. The term encompasses other meanings, but originally means the pairing is being “thwarted by a malign star” or that the stars are working against the relationship. ”

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: supernatural, romance, fluff, angst, comedy, slow-burn

word count: 12.9k (once again, back in that 12k territory i didn’t mean for this)

related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of Fifth Act: Diligence

A/N: WOW, SO I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN. THIS WAS HARD BUT I DID IT. WOW. I should’ve known it would take long T^T but here it is finally!! Thank you all so much for your support once again!! <3 I hope this chapter won’t disappoint! T^T

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Your mind goes completely blank for what felt like a good ten minutes, reacting purely out of the baser, instinctive need to survive – body thrashing wildly like an antelope fighting to get out of a lion’s hold, kicking and screaming. It’s not until you sink your teeth into the soft flesh of your attacker’s hand are you finally released along with a pained shout of surprise.

“Bloody HELL poppet that fucking HURT!”

The force in which you were flung sends you toppling over onto the pavement, unceremoniously landing on your side. Your own groans of pain join in with the male nursing his injured palm and getting over your heart attack, you’re finally able to process who it is; raven hair that falls in long waves, tall, muscular figure and decked out from head to toe in black, complete with combat boots. You sit up if only to yell indignantly, “Well maybe you shouldn’t go around jumping people out of nowhere like that you weirdo!”

Jungkook straightens himself up from being bent over, giving his hand one last massage before he shoots you with a pointed look, “Well I’m not the one who was running around in the open like a headless chicken while an entity from Hell was out trying to kill you.”

His retort makes your mind screech to a halt, “…What?”

At your wide, clueless doe-eyed look, Jungkook’s mouth snaps shut just as he was about berate you some more. Turning his head away, he takes a deep breath in before exhaling through his nose, mussing his dark locks a bit with a furrowed brow as if he’s deep in thought. Then he turns back to you, offering a hand and gestures for you to take it.

“C'mon get up, let’s go somewhere else to talk.”

Your eyes dart from his proffered hand to his obsidian eyes, face set into a neutral expression but you already understand that this is of serious matters. Not like you’re going to refuse him anyways, Jungkook appearing like this was the saving grace you wanted – the key to potentially all of your answers.

So you reach up, enough to clasp your own hand into his larger ones and as soon as he gets a good grip, you’re being tugged by more than the immense strength of a demon; your stomach unintentionally does a flip at the sensation, a familiar whirlwind of colours and images passing by too quickly to be discerned before they abruptly stop altogether and you’re on wobbly knees again from the aftermath.

“Jungkook I swear….” You seethed in disdain, even though you’re holding onto his hand like it’s your lifeline. And again, you hear his snickering that he always seems to fail at hiding. At least this time around, it doesn’t last as long.

“You can’t deny me my simple joys in life. Besides, what’s a little apparating in comparison to nearly dying at the hands of another dark creature, am I right?” He jabs, pulling you until you’re standing upright by yourself and then walking off. It’s only then that you notice you’re back on the garden rooftop again, the stretch of the city skyline before you as you’re surrounded by the shrubberies and wispy grass. This time however, the garden’s greens have significantly yellowed in most places and what little floral that was here had begun to wilt, their blooming cycle coming to an end. You wonder briefly if the rain fall just now would be enough to help revitalize the place. The dark rain clouds from before have since dissolved and migrated further south, away from the city to shower onto some other area, yet the sun still struggles to peek through the denseness they leave behind, the skies remaining a gloomy overcast.

“About that,” You start, following after Jungkook’s long strides down the gravel path. “what do you mean by ‘another dark creature’? As far as I know, I only know two demons and I swear I haven’t done anything to offend any other spawn of satan.”

Jungkook shoots a disbelieving look over his shoulder, actually stops in his tracks so that you can get the full impact of it; arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, head cocked and lips pressed into a hard line. He screams, ’oh really?’ without having to say it.

“You know poppet, sometimes I think you’re either really ballsy, or just plain stupid. But I do suppose that’s what makes you entertaining to watch.” Scoffing, he mutters as if to himself with a shake of his head, “Maybe you two really are meant for each other.”

You don’t get a chance to ask what he meant by that, cutting you off the same time he continues walking again, forcing you to tail after him. “Anyways, it’s just what it sounds like; you went and gotten yourself a new 'friend’ when you decided it was a smart idea to try your hands at summoning a demon for the first time.”

Your steps falter, suddenly feeling lightheaded at the shock overtaking you, “W-Wait – that…I thought it didn’t work…I mean…I didn’t see anything when I was done?”

“Or so you thought. You might not have gotten the demon you wanted but it did the job getting some other lesser creature of darkness for you.”

A chill runs down your spine unintentionally at the thought, memories flitting back to those near misses, now with some twisted, shadowy monster being the cause, lurking around each corner you had turned, stalking and waiting for that perfect moment to kill you off. You had stepped so close to death’s grasp, all because you had so blindly messed with something you had absolutely no understanding of. If it weren’t for Jimin showing up…. You shake away the thought, not wanting to even think about it but….

“So then how did….Jimin and you find me? Is that why you’re here?”

He turns his head, a lopsided smile pulling at his mouth. “Yeah, when you’re a 'spawn of satan’ it’s kind of hard to miss that ominous amount of dark energy that came with the summoning. I’m surprised that you didn’t attract more than just three in a ten kilometre radius so when you think about it, you got what you wanted – congrats.”

In hindsight, Jungkook is right; though it was unconventional, you did indeed manage to somehow get Jimin to show himself finally after days of being missing. But, successful as it is, by no means had it been the way you wanted and thus, the praise came out too back-handed for it to feel anything remotely celebratory.

“And that’s the curious thing,” Abruptly, Jungkook stops walking and it nearly has you crashing into him. Luckily, you catch yourself in time, at the expense of stepping on your toes and nearly falling back on your ass again.

“Your little handy work might’ve been amateurish at most, but… evidently that’s quite some potent things you used there.” He pauses for a second, and then he’s facing you, staring down from his full height that makes you feel infinitely much smaller than you should as he almost accusingly says with narrowed eyes, “Including that thing in your pocket.”

You’re left blinking, pupils shifting left and right like you’re a criminal caught in the act for a good minute before you give yourself a pat down, instinctively going to your pants pocket, feeling nothing but then realizing your tote bag is still clinging onto your shoulder, barely holding on by one strap. You’re actually in disbelief that it made it this far. Grabbing a hold of it, you dig through until you pull out the one possession that the demon could possibly be talking about.

The little black velvet pouch remains unassuming as the day you had received it, so you had thought nothing when you opened it again, expecting to see the same stone crystal inside. To your utter shock however, the stone falls out in broken pieces, chunks split in half as if you had taken a hammer and smashed it. Along with that, the once whole stone had visibly lost its lustre, the natural glow dulled into something much more clouded and opaque. You don’t know what had caused this, racking your brain for an explanation; perhaps this was the only damage resulted from the whole accident fiasco you went through, but considering the forces at work here, you won’t necessarily rule out any other more supernatural possibilities.

“Where did you get that?”

Your confirmation is given by Jungkook’s question, his eyes trained on the remnants of the crystal and tone tinged too much on being apprehensive and wary that you can’t simply brush it off as overthinking this time.

Carefully, you reply, “….From the shop that I got all the other things from. Why?”

He goes eerily quiet, dark brows furrowing into a troubled look that mars his youthful face, and he chews his lips in deep thought. Just when you think he would say something, he schools his face once again, turning away.

“Nothing.”

Your face contorts into a bewildered expression because that sure doesn’t sound like nothing. But you’re not here for that. Huffing through your nose, you stuff the broken stone back into your bag, hand shooting out to grab Jungkook’s wrist to stop him from walking off.

“Look, I know you know something is wrong with Jimin and I wouldn’t have done what I did if he just told me what’s going on. He’s been gone for….I don’t know how many days now, wouldn’t even answer any of my texts or calls, but then still manage to show up when I’m in serious danger yet the first thing he does when he sees me is run?” You let go when you see Jungkook’s attention is back on you except the way he’s hiding any sort of emotion right now is just reigniting the same frustration and anxiety you’ve had bottled up for so long, too long.

Jaw clenching, your gaze hardens as you take in a fortifying breath if only as a last ditch effort to not explode right then and there.

“I need you to tell me everything. No more secrets.”

The words still come out with barely restrained anger.

Jungkook remains unfazed, eyes unwavering as he studies you. He sees the fiery temper waiting to be unleashed through the burning of your irises on him, the strain in which you clench your hands into fists until the whites appear in your knuckles, a tremor that rumbles through you like a volcano just before it erupts – no doubt anyone who valued their well-being would know best to avoid being on the receiving end of your wrath now that it has reached such a peak (he almost feels sorry for Jimin, almost). But amongst the flames, he sees the fan that stokes it; desperation, fear, and….

His lips twitch, bemused.

Jungkook finds you very commendable, maybe even to a fault and perhaps it’s why with one last sigh, he relents.

“All right, relax – don’t bite the hand that’s going to feed you.”

Your heart picks up in pace, anticipation pulsing through you in tandem as you brace yourself. Silently, Jungkook gestures with his chin for you to follow him over to the open space and towards the bench under the tree.

“Has Jimin ever told you how he ended up being your guardian before?” Jungkook asks mid-stride, hands shoved into his pockets casually. His sudden question pulls you away from burning a hole into the back of his head.

“Uh….Maybe once? Something about trying to worm his way out of doing dirty grunt work in the lowest levels of hell after causing trouble.”

“Did he say what he did?”

“…Only that it was quote, 'complicated’.” You respond after some thought. Your answer elicits a snort from the demon in front of you, along with some rueful muttering. Before you can ask, you both have reached the tree and the sight of it surprises you. The branches were now covered fully in bright emerald green leaves, providing the proper amount of shade to the bench that situated below it compared to the first time you’ve seen it but more than that, its even sprouted fruits. Round in shape and about the size of your palm, its colour grades from a yellow-green into rosy reds along the skin and its then you realize they were apples.

Jungkook stops just underneath the tree, side stepping in order to clear a path for you to the bench.

“Get comfortable poppet, it’s a bit of a story.”

Tentatively, you make your way over to sit down, gaze never leaving Jungkook’s and evidently the tension is still running high for you – you’re quite literally sitting on the very edge of your seat. Seeing as how that’s as comfortable as you’re going to get, Jungkook releases another deep sigh, rolling his neck as he begins a tale he loathed to repeat.

“That 'complicated’ thing that your guardian did? That was tempting an actual guardian angel to fall from grace.”

The words took a minute to process for you, not knowing what to expect but when they do, the impact hits you head on like a speeding train. For a split second, you’re trapped in a frozen world that’s numbed you of all your senses; you’re left stunned, speechless, jaw actually dropping and you wonder if you’re breathing still. After your mind was done tripping over on itself do you manage to stutter, “He – I mean how….?”

Jungkook crosses his arms, leaning back on the trunk of the tree as a far off look takes over his gaze.

“Trust me when I say if you knew Jimin like I did, you wouldn’t be half as surprised as you are that he would manage to do something like this. Heaven is only blissful to those who are complacent and live by their rules. There’s no room for doubts because to doubt is to question in your beliefs, and in turn, His beliefs which to angels is blasphemy. And angels, above all, are representatives of that. It is their duty to carry out His will, to be the shepherd to guide the lost sheeps because only you can lead them to salvation, even the most wayward ones; for His love is always gracious, accepting and forgiving. They’re really good at selling that righteous fantasy – makes you feel all high and mighty.”

He exhales deeply, the barest hints of an underlying bitterness carries out with the breath, made more obvious when he says, “But even that in itself was a test of faith. How cruel is it to tell you that your sole purpose is to protect and guide a soul that’s supposedly so precious when they prove to you time and time again to be so undeserving of that love? It makes you start to question a lot of things, like whether all your effort is worth it in the end or….” A sharp inhale. “Maybe you’re simply not good enough.”

You listen quietly, not wanting to interrupt Jungkook but immersed in your own thoughts too. Even though you’re not terribly religious, you’re still somewhat familiar with the concepts. So long as you live your life honestly, commit no sins and do no wrong unto others, you’re more likely not to end up going to hell and be tortured for all eternity. And even if you do, you have the chance to repent and thus be forgiven.

Of course, people twist the words they read to suit their own philosophies but in the end, there’s still that clear line between evil and good. It’s all….very black and white to you. So it should be no surprise to you that beings who serve God would have that followed to a tee, only there’s no room for second-guessing or evidently, second-chances.

You see the unfairness in that; to be expected as someone who’s so devout and pious yet not be given that same mercy as humans.

You think….it’s quite sad.

“Nevertheless, those are thoughts no angel should have. Not unless you want to attract the attention of a demon.” He sneaks a glance at you and you catch the mischievous twinkle peering through the long bangs before he averts his eyes to the horizon in front of him again. “And that’s where your little guard dog comes in.”

You don’t deny the way you perk up a little more at that, pulled from your previously more sombre reveries.

“'Jimin’….He was everything you humans thought demons would be – conniving, heartless, and selfish creatures who takes pleasure in causing misery and suffering on others while indulging in all forms of obscenities as a pass time. He, like many demons, saw the world as his little sandbox and everyone in it his own personal plaything; doesn’t bat an eye to even the most heinous of crimes.”

You find the comparison jarring when you think of the demon you know now as being the very same one who did all those morally skewed things. It’s like talking about two different beings altogether. But the more you ruminate on it, the more you saw the plausibility; for one, Jimin is a demon, his entire existence is to be the devil’s advocate so how can you, a human no less, judge him for doing his job? And secondly, Jimin always did have that cockiness about him, like he knows he’s better than everyone else and he’s not afraid to let everyone know they’re beneath him – you included. It was very prominent when you first met, but now it’s tamed to a cheeky sassiness he uses to lightly tease you with (an impressive feat if you’re going to be honest; safe to say that was quite the learning curve for both of you).

However, it just proves to you that even someone like him could change for the better.

“But unlike many demons, Jimin was…remarkably ambitious, uncharacteristically so because while others are satisfied with living that otherwise lawless, cesspit lifestyle, he grew bored of the monotony – had a need to conquer new challenges, push boundaries, always a hunger for more. And it worked in his favour too.” He pauses to let out a short scoff, a humourless chortle under his breath as his voice lowers to an almost melancholic tone. “Maybe that’s what made him so dangerous; being so good at finding even your most darkest secrets and enticing you with sweet words that it makes it hard for anyone to resist.”

Again, there was something in the way Jungkook is telling you all this, the way his voice would inflect with a deep-rooted emotion without meaning to and you can’t shake off this feeling. It’s almost like….he’s recounting, reliving memories from a different time.

Dark eyes slide to yours and you find yourself locked in an endless abyss, one that you’ve seen before in Jimin’s – swimming behind centuries worth of history, you’ll catch glimpses of a long lifetime of loneliness and bitter sorrow that are much too alien to belong on such youthful faces. “So imagine how easy it was to get to a guardian angel who deep down, knew he wasn’t cut out for the job anyways.”

…. And suddenly there’s meaning to the familiarity in which he speaks of everything; of Heaven, of angels, of this guardian angel….

Cocking his head, Jungkook smiles at you but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “Don’t start crying for me now poppet, you should save those tears for something more worthwhile.”

You hadn’t even realized the way you were staring, practically gaping at him with unadulterated shock. Overwhelmed is an understatement to what your mind is going through; so many thoughts racing a mile a minute yet feeling completely empty of any at the same time. You wouldn’t have imagined that this was Jungkook’s story.

At your prolonged silence, he tears his gaze away from you, not wanting to admit how he can’t stand seeing the sad look you’re giving him any longer. Pity was not necessary here.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t regret it. Jimin might’ve done it out of boredom and as his way to fulfill his self-gratification but it was the first time in so long that I felt like someone was listening to me and didn’t judge me right away for my 'impure’ thoughts.”

You can almost hear him rolling his eyes as he says that.

“Before him, I really thought that I was going to live a miserable life being stuck watching over this poor excuse of a human being who does nothing but just….rot away; self-entitled, greedy, stepping on others for their own selfish gains, never to redeem themselves in the eyes of God. Jimin understood me – offered me an out, something I didn’t have when I was made into a guardian angel and never thought I would get even afterwards.”

“So I took it; in exchange for one insignificant soul, I got my freedom.” Jungkook tilts his head upwards, as if he means to burn a hole right through the clouds themselves, or maybe the place that lies far beyond them. Instead, he reaches out to pluck a shiny red apple from its branch, one of the few you think that are early to ripe. “But to willingly hand over a soul to a demon under your watch was an unspeakable act, one of the surest ways to get you thrown out those golden gates.”

He tosses the fruit up in the air once, catching it smoothly and shooting you a roguish grin. The way his lips curl back gives you a more full view of his canines – you swear they look a lot more sharper than what they were supposed to be on his human visage.

“And yes, it did hurt like a bitch when I fell from Heaven, in case you wanted to know.”

A throaty giggle comes out unintentionally along with the huff of air you release through your nose, one which you try to cover up by clearing your throat.

That was a good reference.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind though, actually looks proud of the jab he made before his grin starts to slip away, expression turning into something a little more morose as his eyes drift to the apple in his hand.

“The rest was pretty much history; as punishment, Jimin was made to take responsibilities for intervening with the duties of a guardian angel – quite lenient I might add – and once he gets his stamp of approval, he would go back and take me under his wing.”

“So imagine my surprise….” The grip on the apple tightens a fraction, the words are enunciated slowly, deliberately, like its taking all of his self-control to not completely crush it. You would’ve been convinced he was doing a pretty good job, if it weren’t for the flickers of a deep golden glow that begins to burn behind his once onyx irises and the air around him resonates with a charged energy that had goosebumps appearing on your arms. “When half-way through, he asks me if there was a way for demons to become a guardian angel.”

Right before your eyes, the red apple starts to decompose as if it were in a time-lapse, browning and shrivelling in on itself until all that’s left is a dried husk in Jungkook’s hand. You swear you feel the colour drain from your face along with it, a cold sweat breaking out at the back of your neck. Unsparing of the way your mind is hanging by a thread, the demon turns so that you see the twisted smile stretching across thin lips and he sneers, “The irony of it all, am I right?”

You don’t answer because you physically can’t. It’s like your body is going into shock, eyes unfocused and head spinning to the point where you’re thankful that you’re actually sitting or else you think you might tip over and pass out. Your heart is pounding rapidly in your chest, each beat hammering against your ribcage. You try to take in deep breaths to calm yourself but every inhale and exhale comes out short and shaky, every swallow leaving your throat drier.

“Deny it all you want poppet, but this is the truth you wanted – your little guardian demon wants to become a guardian angel.” You wouldn’t have realized you were shaking your head to yourself if Jungkook hadn’t spoken up, voice too nonchalant after dropping a bomb like that on you. He’s dusting his hands off on his sweatpants, picking and inspecting his nails now that the remains of the rotten apple had dropped onto the ground beneath him. By that time, you finally begin to stumble through your words, more or less thinking aloud in hopes of trying to make sense of this extreme turn of events.

“T-That’s….that can’t be, I don’t – why would he do that?”

Jungkook’s gaze whips to you with a quickness, the gold of topaz so piercing that it startles you and just when you thought you could be any less prepared at receiving bombshell news, Jungkook proves you wrong by hitting you with another one more devastating than the last.

“Do you really not know?” He asks, the question nothing more than a hushed tone filled with disbelief, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s you. You’re the reason.”

You.

The reason is you.

It’s like you’re hit by a physical blow that knocks the wind out of you and you brace your hands on your knees, letting out a sharp exhale. All of your questions are getting answered yet the answers you get are only producing more questions; questions that you don’t even know if you want answers to because you’re terrified of what you might hear. You don’t know if you can take much more of it. But you’ve made it so far. With this, you’ve come closer than ever before to finding Jimin and be able to help him. It’s a huge jump than what you had thought possible in accomplishing. So you take a deep breath in, mustering all of your courage to continue forward.

“Is it even possible?” Your voice comes out in a quiver, hoarse as you try to push past the lump that’s formed in your throat, your confidence left much to be desired. Jungkook offers you a half-shrug.

“It’s the same way I became a guardian angel myself once upon a time ago, only you’re more likely to die attempting it as a demon; as they say, it’s easier to fall than it is to redeem yourself.”

That has you jumping to your feet, so fast that the blood rushes to your head and you momentarily feel lightheaded but you’re more alarmed by what Jungkook had informed you.

“That’s just insane, he can’t – I can’t let him do this!”

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, poppet.” Jungkook shakes his head firmly, arms crossing and halting any sort of protests that were about to spill from your mouth. “He’s already evoked the process, and now it’s only a matter of time before he fully succumbs to its effects.”

“Wait, what do you mean…?” You ask, full of apprehension, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s.

“Becoming a guardian angel involves being imbued with holy magic over a period of time; the process is slow, but otherwise painless….if you’re talking about an ordinary soul that is.” He pushes himself off of the tree to stroll forward a few steps, “With a demon? Even I don’t know what will happen to him. As you can imagine, to have both holy magic and demonic powers inhabiting one body is dangerous because they’re two conflicting forces; it leaves you unstable and vulnerable until one rejects the other, or your body gives out and you simply perish.”

A horrified gasp rushes past your dry lips, and you’re once again short of breath as an acute surge of panic overtakes your entire body. You’re moving before you realize what you’re doing, latching onto Jungkook’s sleeves with trembling hands like you’re afraid at any moment, he would vanish and abandon you to suffer this cruel twist of fate. Jungkook stumbles back, caught off guard by the strength of your grip, nails digging into his arms and how frantic you look – wide eyed and pupils shaking.

“Where is he?! I need to find him! Tell me where he is Jungkook!”

His larger hands grab ahold of your wrists to stop you jostling him for answers. “I don’t know that poppet. And even if I do, what does it matter? He’s doing this so he can be with you. Is this not something you wanted?”

Your eyes shut in anguish, head lowering as you can only muster a weak shake. “Not like this…” Never like this…

You hear a soft scoff from above you, and you don’t notice the way Jungkook has yet to let you go nor the way he can’t seem to bear looking at you, gaze set out on the horizon in front of him, the unnatural golden glow long since receded as he thinks bitterly to himself, 'That makes the two of us.’

He doesn’t want to admit that the sight of you like this, devastated and conflicted at what you had learned, stirs up his own complex cocktail of emotions – things he has kept buried in the recesses of his mind. When Jungkook had told Jimin of how he could possibly become a guardian angel, he felt like he had owed him some kind of debt, something to repay for allowing him to break free of his own miserable life – only to be the one who leads someone else back to the same place he was in. Maybe this is why he still hasn’t let go of how resentful he is of Jimin’s choice.

Jimin was a fool – a fool in love. Does he truly understand the consequences of what entails afterwards? He thought Jimin would see just how folly it is to pursue this pipe dream, give up the longer he’s subjected to the gruelling effects of completing the acts but Jimin is not Jimin without that stubborn, ambitious streak.

Worse of all, Jungkook resented himself too because deep down, he dares to envy Jimin for his tenacity, for finding a purpose in a life he saw no worth in and to have someone who is willing to fight for him as much as he is for them.

Maybe through this odd sense of kinship with you….. this is the closure he needed.

It takes a few good minutes for you to gather yourself again, minutes of holding yourself back from breaking down completely because you can’t afford to, not now. Not when its suddenly a matter of life or death. The cogs are turning double time in an effort to come up with something, anything to fix this. And that’s when –

“What if there was another way?”

Jungkook pauses to look at you before letting out a short incredulous laugh at the very idea, “Don’t be ridiculous poppet, as if Heaven – “

“I’m saying what if there was another way Jimin can stay without becoming a guardian angel?” You cut him off and the brief moment of silent questioning allows you to blurt out perhaps the second craziest thing you’ve thought of in your life, “What if I give my soul to him?”

Another long silence drags on, only because Jungkook is practically gaping at you like a fish now; jaw dropped, eyes wider than you’ve ever seen before. You both spend minutes that feel like an eternity just standing there, staring at each other as if to see who would break away first. It makes your nervously racing heart seem ten times louder in your ears and you grow self-conscious. Just when you go to explain yourself, defend your case, Jungkook lets out a wheezing laugh. At first they were short and breathy sounds but as they continue, the volume grows until it’s a full blown cackle as does the almost crazed grin on the demon’s face.

You’re frozen in your spot at the sight, even when Jungkook steps back from you to turn away and pace around, hands on his hips and occasionally running through his hair. You hear him choke out jumbled words to himself, phrases that start but drown out by more incredulous bouts of laughing. When it seems he’s finally able to calm himself, Jungkook whirls back around, eyes locking onto you intensely. “You’re serious? You’re actually serious?”

You sputter at the sudden accusation, “Wh – Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because it’s crazy?” Jungkook shoots back, “You do know that most of the time when someone wants to give up their soul to a demon it never ends well – and I’m saying this from one demon to a mortal.”

“Well I imagine if that wasn’t the case then more people would do it right?” You scowl, rolling your eyes. “And besides, it’s not like I haven’t thought about doing it before this….”

Jungkook reels a bit again at the additional confession, scoffing lightly. You can see the thoughts play out across his face as his gaze fixates on a point past the buildings and trees surrounding you and after seemingly reaching a conclusion, you see him subtly shake his head.

“At most, you might be able to remain bound to him.”

“That’s more than enough.” You say, “He shouldn’t have to risk his life for me like this, not when he’s done so much already.”

“Heavy emphasis on the might poppet.” The tall demon holds up a hand as if it means to stop you from flying off to tear the whole city apart to find Jimin in this instance (which, he’s not wrong given if you had that ability). “And even if you do, I can’t guarantee what will happen to Jimin, whether this will stop the process or not.”

“Then help me find him Jungkook.”

He groans, throwing his head back like a child who’s been asked to wash the dishes and you’re flabbergasted at the response.

“You’re really going to leave your friend to die just like that?” You ask aghast.

“It was his choice.” Jungkook replies apathetically. “I warned him that if he were to go through with it, I won’t be able to help him with what would happen afterwards and he did it anyways. Now it’s out of my hands and I’m starting to regret saying anything because of the headache this is causing me.”

“All the more reason!” The rush of urgency threatens to overwhelm you as you step towards Jungkook, “We won’t know if this will work unless I try!”

Yet still, he remains unmoving and it only serves to freak you out even more. It’s like you can already see this last chance slipping away, right in front of you the more Jungkook becomes reluctant.

“This is because of me isn’t it? So let me fix it.” You beg, grabbing ahold of him. “Please Jungkook, this is the last thing I need from you.”

The weight of your pleas hang heavily in the air around you, almost to the point where you felt suffocated yourself. You hate how everything is riding on whether Jungkook would agree to help or not, is literally what would make or break this. You watch with bated breath, hyper-focused on every small movement Jungkook makes; the way he breaks away from your gaze to look off into the distance, jawline tensing as he clenches them and a deep furrow pinching his brows.

Jungkook watches with unseeing eyes the way the first rays of the setting sun breaks through, the streaks of orange so vibrant that they cut through like a knife and set aflame the dense clouds surrounding them. More and more the sky parts to reveal this fiery blaze until the light is burning into his eyes, even long after he eventually slips them shut.

There’s no doubt that once Jimin gets wind of this, he’ll miraculously summon enough strength to slam him through all seven levels of hell and then some. He’s already overstepped by even telling you what Jimin’s really been up to but it’s not his damn fault that the elder demon really dropped the ball on this one.

… Agh fuck it, he’s already in deep now, so what’s a little more help gonna do? Especially when the blazing desperation in your eyes currently rivals that of the departing sun, still clinging onto the last few minutes it has left before the oncoming night swallows it whole. It’s in the last bit of dying light that Jungkook lets out one long, drawn out sigh through his nose and you see him turning back to face you, eyes softly aglow once more and a meaningful look. You gulp, trying hard not to make it so obvious on how nervous you’re feeling but who were you trying to fool? At this point, you’re ready to drop down on your knees and grovel.

You’re actually a split second away from doing that when Jungkook rolls his head back and with another begrudging sigh, so heavy that his shoulders slump inward, says, “Alright fine! I’ll try to track him down.”

Jungkook settles by telling himself the only reason why he agreed to do this tedious task is because: 1) He’d already come this far in telling you basically everything that’s been going on with your guardian demon, might as well go the full nine-yards, 2) your daring plan of action and commitment was something that undoubtedly piqued his interest once more, enticed him into new territories of what-ifs. Again, commendable, he thinks frustratingly so; it’s like a force of its own getting him to root for you. As well, what kind of demon would he be if he didn’t play the part of being the shoulder devil that eggs you on to do stupid, reckless things?

And 3) ultimately, this isn’t his mess so however way it ends is none of his business and though yes he’s helping you track down your missing demon, he doesn’t have any control on what you intend to do after confronting Jimin. He’s essentially just the messenger, and once he’s done with this ’last favour’, he can dust his hands off and continue on his merry way.

As entertaining as this all had been, you had proven to be more of handful than he had imagined. His first impressions of you was that of a strange human who wasn’t totally obsessed with the idea that a demon had decided to take on the appearance of her favourite idol. In fact, you had even seemed highly unamused by it. But you had rolled with the punches and made do with your equally strange circumstance.

And then things took a turn for the stranger; the two of you end up developing an unlikely friendship but more than that, it bloomed into something more. That was when Jungkook had dropped his metaphorical popcorn. The thought is still unfathomable because…what kind of demon falls in love with a human?! And on top of that, what kind of human falls in love with a demon?! That’s just something someone who’s had a few too many screws loose in their head would do and neither you nor Jimin had strike him as one such person.

Apparently, he’s sorely mistaken.

As it turns out, both of your knuckle-headedness knows no bounds, having expected most of it to come from Jimin (given his track record) but you’ve proven yourself to be in equal competition with him, not one to be left out.

If he had thought you were reckless with trying to do a demon summoning ritual on your own before, you’ve blown his expectations out of the water (once again) by declaring you would willingly give up your soul to a demon – in order to save him no less! What an absolute mad lass!

He lets out a snort, kicking at the remnants of your handy work, finding himself back at the scene of the crime in search for a lead. Initially, Jungkook had arrived to the spot out of curiousity on what was causing such a concentration of dark energy to appear and after poking around, had found traces of your aura still lingering about – that was how he had managed to eventually find you. The discovery however made him do a major double-take; for one, not having expecting you of all people to be the cause of this supernatural phenomena but most importantly, how you even managed to come into possession of the materials to make it happen.

That was perhaps the most troubling bit Jungkook finds about this conundrum.

Not just anyone can get their hands on some of the things required to do a summoning ritual, let alone anything remotely authentic. People just kind of fill in the blanks on what they think they need but somehow you almost end up getting it down pat.

This ’shop’ you supposedly went to apparently has the good shit.

And that’s not all.

Along with the ingredients to a demon summoning ritual, you had also walked out of there with something he had thought he would never see in his new lifetime again.

Angelus Tactus.

Or better known as Angel’s Touch – a stone made of pure starlight, said to be plucked from the Heaven’s themselves which imbued them with magical properties that offer protection from much more malicious entities and energies.

So by every means, it was not something some little shop just has lying around as a trinket for sale no matter how niche they supposedly are.

Jungkook unconsciously gnaws at his bottom lip, mulling over this tidbit of information. None of this sits well with him and he had half the mind to hunt down the identity of the shop owner himself, if only to satisfy his curiousities.

….No, he shouldn’t. If he does then he’s only digging his own grave instead of getting out of it like he’s supposed to be doing right now.

With a shake of his head, he banishes the thought (…for now) to focus back on his surroundings. Eyes scanning, Jungkook notices that the rain had washed away what remains of the chalk pentagram that was etched into the asphalt and whatever dried herbs or salt left over has sunken into the soil where they have been pushed. They soak up the natural energy that’s provided by the earth, enough to give off a low pulse. It’s very weak but as he carefully steps around, it’s enough for him to use in order to help him sift through and amplify other aura signatures that might’ve passed the area.

Yours and the creature you summoned were prominent, and given Jimin’s state of limbo, it takes a little bit of 'feeling’ around before he begins to pick up another faint trace of someone else’s. He closes his eyes, honing in on it and lets his feet guide him until he comes upon a spot where it emanates the strongest. He lets it wash over him, familiarizing it with his senses before his eyes slip open, the topaz glow taking over his irises.

Bingo.

Logically speaking, tracking down a demon would take some time, you figured maybe two or three days because demons are discreet creatures by nature; doesn’t help that the wanted demon in question most likely doesn’t want to be found either. So it makes perfect sense that your only option right now is to wait and use this time to go through exactly how you’re going to give your idiot guardian demon a piece of your mind.

Well, at least try to.

You’re a bit of mess right now, to put lightly. After Jungkook spilled the secret on basically everything and you begging him to find Jimin, swearing that this will be the last he’ll ever hear from you, you find yourself strapped into this Tower of Terror of emotions – going from one extreme to another in what feels like split second intervals. You’d arrived home feeling numb and exhausted, heading straight to the safe confines of your room to sit on your bed in darkness and total silence. You felt like a zombie in which your mind and body were not connected, simply breathing and staring off into nothingness.

There was a distinct tightness in your chest, suffocating in its weight that it has you struggle to properly breathe. You don’t know how long you remain like that, but after what felt like an eternity, the strongest desire to scream had overcome you. It’s a rather delayed reaction, you think, moments after you had snatched the closest pillow to you to let out your pent up anger into. You throw your bag violently in the direction of your closet for good measures, the resounding thud pacifying you slightly.

Heaving, you push away the fallen strands of hair out of your face, eyes squeezed shut. You feel your throat closing up in a tell-tale sign of angry tears but you stubbornly keep them at bay. You won’t cry for Jimin, as much as you want to. Though hurt, you’re also livid with what he’s done, is doing…

You shake your head to yourself; you still can’t process the fact that he’s so willingly risking his life for you like this, all at the chance to stay with you as your official guardian angel. But to also not tell you anything about it – just makes you think when would he tell you then? Or was he even planning to tell you at all? The thought of him quietly erasing himself from your life if things went wrong, with you knowing no better and him just….accepting that?

And assuming you would be okay?!

The audacity reignites the flames of your fury.

You’d fallen into a restless sleep in the early hours of the morning, or rather closed your eyes for a long period of time because you don’t think you actually slept. You had tossed and turned, too riled up for any sort of fitful rest. Before you knew it, pale morning light had seeped through your blinds.

Yet you continue to lay there in bed, still as drained as you were the day before, only you’d fallen into a pit of listlessness. The amount of strength you mustered up after a while was to grab your phone, remembering the shift you had later that day and though you hate to be that person, you know there’s no way you’ll be able to work through it. At least, not that day.

But much of your time passes that way, mulling on your thoughts over and over again until you’re giving yourself a headache, the same questions repeating like a broken record in your mind; when did it all start? How could you not have noticed any of this and for so long? How did you let it get this bad?

How long do you have now? Or are you too late?

It has you scrambling to bring forth memories, searching for any kind of answers lost in the past. You dissect each and every one of them, and more and more you begin to uncover the signs; a flicker of melancholy that slipped through before quickly being masked by indifference and teasing, feather-like touches, so light they made you think you’d dreamt it, and…

That night.

The biggest kicker of them all was that night. In a spectacular combination of Jimin’s deflective skills and your tendencies to not be confrontational, you had assumed that it was just as he suggested; some unfortunate, rotten timing on his part that he’d ran into something vicious – another demon, an angel, a hunter, a witch…

Who would’ve thought it was him going through the process of becoming a guardian angel.

Fuck, it all made so much more sense.

As all the puzzle pieces fall into place, it made you realize that the signs had been there all along, just hidden away so well by Jimin.

And every time, you hesitated, faltering on taking action when given the chance.

The regret of not having done more when you could’ve begins to grow inside you and soon, it’s what ate at you the most.

Waiting becomes tortuous. You’re going through the routine of living on autopilot, scatterbrained and anxiously watching for Jungkook to show up at any day, hour, minute, second with news that he’s found a lead. You’re hoping and actually praying to whatever God up there that would listen to give you this one chance to make things right.

So on edge you were that when you came home from what you think was the biggest struggle you had to getting through work to a cryptic message smeared across your mirror, like you’d walked straight into 'The Shining’, you nearly blacked out right then and there.

The yelp you let out was embarrassingly loud, enough to alert Jaehee who came rushing to you, stumbling with shoes half-off from surprising you with an afterwork dinner date. Amidst her frantic questioning and the blood pumping loudly in your ears from your heart that’s ready to bail on you, you come to the realization that while you saw the beginnings of your own paranormal activities movie, Jaehee only saw a plain, ordinary full-length mirror.

It took a lot of nervous laughing and some very poor half-ass excuses to eventually pry your friend off, ushering her out of your room with the promise of properly resting. Once you shut the door, you take deep breaths before turning to look at the offending message that’s ruined your mirror. Now that the instinctual fear wasn’t clouding your judgement, you see clearly that – thankfully – the substance staining the surface of the glass is not blood but something akin to black ink. As for the message itself, it simply states:

’The Whiskey Serpent,

Tomorrow. Midnight.

JK.’

A beat passes and when you fill in the blanks to give context for this obscure set of instructions, your eyes close in exasperation as you heavily inhale.

You’re going to strangle him.

Tomorrow midnight doesn’t come nearly as fast as you wanted it to and your body and mind seems to resent that fact by compromising your sleep (again) and making you feel so jittery you can barely stand still for five seconds. You leave your afternoon shift all nerves and with still too much time on your hands for your liking, even after doing a trial run to the appointed place with the directions you found. You find it easy enough. To no surprise, it’s located in the more luxurious part of the city’s districts, surrounded by sleek sky-rises that hosts either penthouse apartments or five star hotels, streets littered with more expensive cars than you’re used to seeing, upscale boutiques and of course, private lounges and clubs.

The Whiskey Serpent was amongst them, a minimalistic looking building with sleek, black granite stone cladding that gives off the slightest hints of sparkles in the bright sunlight, accented by its polished, dark cherry wood double doors and large, stainless steel handles stretching nearly top to bottom. Atop the entrance sits a metallic amber snake, rearing up and curling around the outline of a slender arm holding a crystal glass, jaws agape and fangs bearing as if ready to strike. It’s all people would need in order to know the name of this establishment.

It’s currently closed; opening hours start once the sun begins to set. So you flounder a bit, not knowing whether you should hang around at a cafe until you have to meet Jungkook or head home. Either way, you know you’re going to fail at any attempts of trying to be prepared for whatever Jungkook is going to say. Perhaps its with that in mind that you choose to go home – if you’re going to be stewing in your anticipation and nerves, you might as well do it in the comforts of your own room.

Your stewing consisted a lot of breathing exercises, fiddling around things on your desk and shelves, standing in one place waiting for a command like a Sim, and pacing. Lots of pacing. You tried stress eating but realize you have no appetite for anything in such a state, a mild inconvenience you know will come back to haunt you later as dinner quickly comes and goes without you so much as consuming a single bite of anything.

As soon as the clock hits half past eleven, you jump on the opportunity to head out, no longer able to wait. You fire off a hasty text to Jaehee the same time you’re speeding to get your shoes on and you’re out the door in record timing. You’re breathless by the time you arrive, breaking out into a half-sprint in your haste. Catching your breath, your eyes take in the way the exterior of the lounge has been illuminated by the little well lights that beam upwards along the walls with a golden glow, now that the skies has darkened. The snake as well has been lit up with its own spotlight, giving it a menacing look as it seems to bore down on you, daring you to enter its domain.

You swallow thickly, squaring your shoulders and with an exhale, mutter to yourself, “Okay, let’s do this.”

Pulling open the doors, you’re greeted by a dimly lit waiting area; black marble floor, an upholstered seating bench on one side and a hostess desk perpendicular to it. Behind the desk was a beautiful dark stone and granite wall fountain, the water cascading down in a steady stream, shimmering against the rough edges as its lit by spotlights lining along the bottom and top and giving off an almost rippling effect. Fixed to the surface were brass vines that crawled from either side, intertwined amongst them were two large snakes that seem to undulate from where they are stuck to, their bodies subtly lifting higher in some places, one head tilted outwards more than the other, as if to give the illusion that they were alive and at any moment, would slither off the wall they were on.

You stand awkwardly, not sure how to approach the elegant looking hostess; a tall woman dressed sharply in an all black suit with hair tied up in a high ponytail, face painted immaculately with well-blended eyeshadows, complimentary lip colour and crisp liner. But you need to if you want to get into the lounge. You’re made painfully aware of how out of place you must look, no where near looking like the type of person to be visiting places like this and the fact makes you freeze up a little.

God, why did Jungkook have to pick a place that screams in your face that you’re poor? Why can’t he just meet you at a cafe or – ?!

“Hello miss? Can I help you with something?”

Your loathing inner ranting is interrupted by the woman behind the desk, who peers at you questioningly, long lashes fluttering as she blinks.

“Uhh…” You stutter, shifting nervously and hugging your bag closer to you in an attempt to comfort yourself before meekly replying, “I’m uhh – here to meet with someone…?”

“Oh,” She sounds surprised and you’re not offended by it. The woman begins to tap on the tablet she’s holding. “Do you a have a name for the reservation?”

You feel like your going to choke on air, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you scramble for an answer until –

“Don’t worry about it, Xenia. This one’s with me.” You jump at the sudden feeling of a large hand clamping down over one of your shoulder and the sound of a timbre voice above you. Whipping your head up, your face contorts into a scowl at seeing none other than Jungkook who, upon feeling your heated gaze on him, shoots you a side-eyed, shit-eating smirk, thick wavy bangs falling over one eye and giving him a wolfish appeal.

Immediately, memories of his little stunt with your mirror resurface and you hold up an accusing finger, scowl deepening further. “You – !!”

Xenia, the pretty hostess, recovers quickly, interrupting you as she smiles and holds out a hand towards the direction of the short hallway that must lead off to the actual lounge.

“Please, go right ahead then. Would you like me to have the usual ready for you?”

“Yes, please and thank you.” Jungkook waves casually, then you feel him nudge you forward and you have no choice but to go. He leads you to round the corner and you finally get to see that the lounge is just like the rest of the building; all dark colours, dimly lit and refined with a luxurious elegance that you’re both in awe and intimidated by.

Around the perimeters of the large room, there are alcoves with black leather sofas, decorated with lavish throw pillows and low tables, each booth separated by corinthian style columns outlined in gold that matches the designs running along the ceiling moulding while much of the middle space is taken up by velvet ornate chairs gathered around tables with tall cylindrical lamps emitting a soft warm glow to serve as lights. There wasn’t much in terms of decor, other than the sleek black grand piano situated in the farthest corner of the room, currently empty with no pianist.

You don’t see many people here, only a few couples interspersed in some of the booths and chairs and the occasional individuals having a quiet drink to themselves. Despite the abundant of open tables, Jungkook doesn’t lead you to any of them, instead directs you to the only other place of sitting which was a long bar taking up most of one side. He takes a seat in one of the bar stool and the bartender wordlessly places down two cozier, crystal glasses and a bottle onto the brown marble counter in front of him, the liquid inside a deep russet colour, before leaving.

“Are you going to keep standing there or are you gonna come sit?” Jungkook gestures to the empty seat beside him. His voice snaps you from your momentary gaping and you kiss your teeth in frustration, annoyed that you keep getting distracted.

“You have some explaining to do. What the hell were you thinking when you decided to vandalize my mirror like that?!” You hiss as you take your seat carefully, acutely self-conscious of not wanting to draw any attention to your presence here – silly considering there’s hardly anyone here.

Still, this is such a new place for you that you can’t help feeling like you’re in over your head being here. Sure you’ve been to a few bars and pubs but the places you go to don’t have mini crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and their liquor selection is equivalent to what you find in your local liquor and beer store; you don’t think you recognize any of the bottles lining the vast glass shelf in front of you.

Jungkook ignores you by choosing to down his glass in one shot and lets out a loud noise of satisfaction, smacking his lips.

“That’s some good shit.” He seems to say so more to himself.

“Jungkook.” You say with warning. The patience you would have had to humour him tonight was long gone, spent on the time waiting to hear any news from him.

“Don’t be so upset, I didn’t have any way to contact you. Plus, you were out with your friend so I highly doubt you would appreciate me just waltzing up to you with her there.” He pushes the extra glass of liquor towards you. “Also would be too suspicious because I don’t think you’re someone who knows that many good-looking people.”

Glaring, you push the glass back stubbornly, crossing your arm. “If you think I’m here to drink with you, then you’re wrong in inviting me out.”

The demon lets out a long breath, flipping his hair. “So serious….” You hear him mutter flippantly before he addresses you again. “Fine, fine…” He takes the bottle and pops the cork off, filling his glass generously. “It took a while, only because his signature aura was so convoluted given the state he’s in. So I lost his trail a couple of times.”

“But you found him right?” It comes out in one rushed breath. You’re leaning expectantly towards him and the pressure of your gaze is so heavy that it makes Jungkook shift a little. He clears his throat, taking a sip from his drink again and then goes digging into his pocket. From it, he produces a folded slip of paper, holding it between two fingers to show you before sliding it across the smooth marble towards your direction.

“Lucky you, he didn’t stray very far – turns out he’s got a place not far from here; one of those fancy new penthouse apartments.” You hear him scoffing in bemusement, “He can be on his death bed and the bastard still won’t let go of his expensive taste.”

The slip reveals an address when you unfold it, messily scrawled in blue ink. You stare at it, not believing that the whereabouts of Jimin is now sitting in the palm of your hand. It makes seeing him tangible again instead of the hopeful prayer you’ve been clinging onto for the past days. For once, you feel confident that you have a fighting chance now.

“….Thank you.” You whisper to Jungkook, clutching at the piece of paper, afraid that it would vanish at any moment. “You have no idea how much this means to me, I really owe you with this one.”

The sincerity and reverence in your voice catches Jungkook off guard, so much so that he doesn’t know what to do with himself for a short second, hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as he avoids meeting your eyes. He settles to grab a hold of his glass.

“Yeah, well you better 'cus I had my work cut out for me.” He mumbles around the rim before taking a hearty sip. You bite down a small smile, catching a glimpse of redness tinging the tips of his ears, made more noticeable thanks to having his hair pulled up into a bun. After swallowing his drink, Jungkook speaks up, shifting the topic back to you as he asks, “So what’s your plan?”

“I’m going to confront him.” You reply assertively.

“Like, right now?”

“Well, yes. At this point, I’m done waiting.”

The demon barks out a laugh, head thrown back at your sheer determination. He nods along, agreeing with you as he gestures to your still untouched glass.

“Then drink up poppet, you’re probably gonna need the extra boost.”

You eye the glass of expensive whiskey uncertainly, having wanted to keep a clear head when you see Jimin in order to get across everything you have pent up inside you but at the same time, you’re shaking with so much anxiety that you can barely think, let alone hope to articulate your feelings properly.

Maybe just a sip or two, you decide, reaching out to take the glass which seems to satisfy Jungkook. He holds his up in cheers, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

“To love, which conquers all.”

The groan slips out loudly and you bury your face in your hands, embarrassment taking over every part of your being. “Oh my God no….”

Jungkook’s cackling doesn’t help, much too deafening in the quiet atmosphere of the lounge that you just want to leave as soon as possible. You get in three sips before you can’t take the burning anymore and promptly ask for a glass of water.

Though it was just three sips, you feel the liquor coursing through your body, warming your veins with the liquid courage you need as you watch the numbers climb on the elevator. After making a quick exit from the lounge, Jungkook had so graciously offered to walk you to the high-rise apartment, getting you past security with ease (must be a demon charm thing) and leaving you at the mirrored elevators.

“As much as I would love to see you drag him through the dirt, it’s never a good idea to be caught in the crossfire of a lover’s quarrel.”

He’d said before walking off, throwing you a two fingered salute over his shoulder.

And now here you are, alone and with sweaty palms as the elevator finally chimes, letting you know that you’ve reached your destination; PH58.

You step out into the hallway, peering around and taking in the deep mahogany walls that perfectly accents the white marble floors and neutral beige and brown decor, giving a very chic, modern look. There are only two doors located on either ends of the hallway, both the same deep wooden colour as the hallway – the one you’re looking for is to the farthest left; PH58A.

Your heart is racing as your eyes lock onto the gold plated number and you feel like you had to force your legs to move, steps heavy the closer you get. You can’t believe this is it, after so much chasing and wondering, the person you’ve been looking for all this time is just behind this door.You close your eyes, steeling your nerves, then raising your fist, you give three firm raps.

You wait with baited breath.

But after a minute and a half, the door remains unopened.

You try again, and wait once more.

….

Yet still, nothing.

Brows furrowed, you begin to question whether or not this was the right address but a quick glance at the slip of paper Jungkook handed to you proves that you are. Was he out at the moment? You take out your phone and dial his number, pressing your ear close to the door and listen. It’s a long shot but you’re willing to try anything at this point.

It rings once on your end, then twice…

And that’s when you hear it, the unmistakeable rumble of a phone set onto a table. The buzzing lasts for a short second, however, it’s all that’s needed to have you straighten up with a renewed zeal.

“I know you’re in there.” You say loud and clear, not caring if you might potentially disturb the only other tenant in the vicinity. “So there’s no point in hiding from me anymore because I know everything.”

Silence.

It rings louder than your words and slowly, your temper flares to life, rearing its ugly head.

“Listen, I don’t care what you were thinking, I deserve an explanation in all of this from you and if you’re just going to be a… a self-sacrificing jerk about this! Then – !” Your voice steadily grows louder, all sense of maintaining some semblance of level-headedness thrown out the window and pushed to the brink of your wit’s end, you shout mindlessly, “I’m never talking to you again!”

The door suddenly snaps open and you nearly choke on the gasp the rushes out, startled. Your eyes dart to the figure standing in between the gap and immediately they widen upon seeing who it is.

Jimin’s shock mirrors your own, obsidian eyes boring into you as if not believing you were there standing in front of him either and for a moment you get lost taking each other in.

He is still breathtaking in every sense; dark raven locks swept off his forehead, slightly damp as if he had just showered, the ends of his fringes grazing delicately over his eyes – longer than what you had remembered. He’s dressed in a simple white t-shirt that’s distractingly thin with the neckline dipping so dangerously low that you can’t help but let your eyes trace over the smooth expanse of his clavicle and sternum exposed to you as well as black jeans that never fail to hug his thighs in all the right places with cuts just above the knees, revealing more skin than you can handle right now.

But as you drag your eyes away and to his face, you notice the pallor of his skin has significantly lost its glow, the paleness turning his flawless complexion lifeless, almost cold. Dead. The ashen bruises under his eyes are more noticeable now and the more you look, the more you’re convinced that he might’ve lost weight too; his face slimmer and jawline more prominent to you. An ache blooms in your chest then, muting the resentment briefly.

He looks exhausted, more than you’ve ever seen him before.

And your heart is breaking seeing him like this.

“Cherub…” Jimin breathes in disbelief, the tiredness reflecting even in his voice. “How…”

Like a spell being broken, you break from the trance that’s taken over you and you surge forward.

“You – !”

Caught off guard, Jimin steps back into the foyer of his apartment but you follow after him with a fierceness, driven by the storm of emotion tearing through you right now.

“You fucking asshole!” You continue to lash out, hands flying at him and you land a push that forces him back again. You’re relentless in your pursuit, hate that you’re reduced to pushing and shoving because the words come out in broken pieces, barely formulated enough express the fraction of the hurt you feel because of him. He catches your wrists as you go in for another hit.

“Y/N – ”

You rip away from his grasp easily, flinging your bag to the ground in the process but that’s the least of your concerns as your eyes are trained on him.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?!” You shout, shoulders heaving. “Were you ever going to tell me truth?!”

“Y/N, what are you – ” Jimin struggles, confused at having not expected you to find him.

“Were you ever going to tell me that you’re trying to become a guardian angel?!”

He freezes, like a deer caught in the headlights but as your words finally sink in, his eyes slip shut and he brings a hand to run through his hair, sighing.

“Was it Jungkook?”

“Does it matter?” You spit back. “What matters is that you hid this from me!”

“I was going to tell you once I transitioned.”

“And what if you didn’t?!”

“Wow, I love the amount of faith you have in me….”

“That’s not what this is about!” You yell, body heating up and trembling from the intensity, “Do you not see yourself?! How can you risk your life doing this and not tell me anything?!”

“And performing a demon summoning ritual isn’t putting your life at risk?” He argues with a hard gaze. “If I hadn’t found you on time, you would’ve been killed!”

“I wouldn’t have done it if you had just told me what the fuck was going on!” You snap back just as quick.

“I was trying to protect you!” He finally confesses, voice rising to match yours in volume, his own distress peaking. “I wasn’t going to risk anything more than I need to. If I have to put my life on the line in order to guarantee your safety then I don’t care.”

“BUT I DO!”

Your words resonate loudly throughout the room, reaching to a pitch that has it ringing in your own ears. It felt like time itself had come to a stand still with the way Jimin is frozen in stunned silence. You’ve never been one to scream during a confrontation, hadn’t counted yourself as the type but you suppose this is your first time being pushed to the extremes of your limit. When neither of you speak, you take in a ragged breath.

“Did you think I wasn’t going to notice that something was wrong?” You ask, voice hoarse and breaking from the emotional and physical stress. “That I was going to sit around and do nothing?”

Jimin swallows thickly, suddenly unable to meet your eyes and you see his jaw tick. After a pause, he admits quietly. “….I can’t protect you, Y/N. Not the way an angel can because demons aren’t meant for it – I’d only end up hurting you if I try.”

“Hurting me?” You scoff at the audacity. “You thought avoiding me, ignoring my calls and texts with no explanation wasn’t going to hurt me? You didn’t think that if you – ” You choke, and you had to fight to get the next few words out. “If you died because of me, I wouldn’t be hurt?”

He says nothing in response, can’t hope to because any words die on his tongue at the sight of you. He thinks this is the second time he’s seen you like this – distraught with glassy eyes wet with unshed tears – the first being that night when he had showed up bleeding on your bedroom floor. It makes him want to reach out, to hold you and brush away those tears before they fall but the guilt keeps him where he is, away from you.

Yet despite how close you are to breaking, there’s a quiet determination that’s ignited in you and it’s what dares you to take a step closer to him.

You’re not going to run. Not from this, not from him.

“You might look like Jimin, might sound like him and I might’ve watched hundreds of videos of him…..But I don’t know him….” You say, shaking your head. “I don’t know Jimin.” And your next words you say with a softness so tender that it’s heartbreaking to hear. “But I know you.”

The way you’re so sure of every step you’re taking makes him withdraw back. His mind is at war with itself; he knows he shouldn’t let you come this close, afraid of what he might end up doing when he feels what little self-control he has left slipping away, like sand between his fingers. It was so much easier with you hitting and screaming at him.

Jimin feels the sofa hit the back of his thighs. You keep going.

“I know you won’t hurt me without meaning to.”

“Y/N…Don’t –”

It’s a feeble attempt; he knows it’s no use, not when there was no meaning put behind those words. He can smell you now, your scent overwhelming and tempting, and it further empowers his traitorous heart. When he swallows, he swears he can taste you.

He’s losing focus, his senses being filled with nothing but you.

“If you think you can scare me by saying that, you’re wrong.”

You tentatively reach out, waiting to see if he’ll turn you away but all he does is watch you entranced, to see what you’ll do next. Gently, you place your palm against his cheek.

Jimin inhales sharply at the touch, melting at the warmth against his chilled, clammy skin. He can feel himself come alive again, the dull constant ache of his body soothed for the first time, and his eyes flutter shut. He looks so serene this way and your heart squeezes, wanting to offer more solace. To let him know that he has you. You lean in until your foreheads touch and you feel the light caress of his breath brush against your cheeks and lashes.

“So I don’t need you to be a guardian angel. All I need is for you to stay beside me just as you are, like you always have.”

Muted crimson eyes are suddenly peering at you through a half-lidded gaze, the colour dulled but they bore into you intensely. There’s a flurry of emotions flitting through them as they flicker over your face, searching for any traces of hesitation yet finding none. Your willingness astounds him, and he’s almost afraid that it’s all a delusion conjured up from his carnal desires. But you mean to prove him wrong the moment you catch his eyes lingering on your lips.

The first brush was as light as a butterfly’s wing, chaste and soft, but it’s enough to subdue him completely, bring him to his knees and have him craving you like a starved man in the middle of a dessert. The moment seems to last too shortly for him. Even when you barely part away, Jimin mourns at the lost of contact.

“Stay with me?” You whisper.

He answers by closing the gap between you again, pressing firmly this time and sealing the words against your lips. You sigh out and he swallows the sweet sound, finally getting to savour the taste of you. Like taking the first bite of the forbidden fruit, the newfound hunger takes over, consuming him.

And he gives into the lust, leaving him wanting more.

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Hidden in the sun

A Monst produced Short Story ^.^

Stripper! Kirisima Eijirou x Reader

Word count- 18,391 (Less than I thought but meh)

Warnings: Sexy tiime themes and actions, Dark chocolate,

Playlist: Hidden in the sun

Summary: Your life was set in stone. You had already accepted your fate; you were ready to live a bleak colorless life. Well that was your intention, but it seemed as though your friends wanted to liven up your life after such depressing news. A club, A strip club to be more precise. “So, come on (Name) liven up a little, have a drink and unwind after all there’s still time.” Your friends teased. How interesting it is to think that if you had refused to go out with your friends that night you would have never met him. You would have never met the stripper known as Red Riot.

You swirled the light brown liquid in your glass for the upteenth time. You were beginning to regret indulging your friends. Your eyes scanned over the low lit room in boredom. All you saw was grey. The raunchy words of the song only served to make you cringe. And, the scantily clad blonde on stage looked as if he was contemplating murder, teeth practically snapping at the multiple hands trying to slip bills in his briefs.

Sadly his show was over and you were left without entertainment. The next striper to come on stage was an attractive man with short black hair. You didn’t have anything against him but the confident grin on his face was irritating. You considered finishing your drink and bidding your friends adieu.

“Ughh Cellophane is so fucking fine!” You heard one of your friends squeal.

“Right! B-but my favorite is Deku. He-he’s just so cute.” Uraraka gushed.

“My favorite is IcyHot.” Yaoyorozu blushed.

“Hey, hey stop mentioning names! This is (Name)’s first time here, she doesn’t know whose who.” Ashido laughed.

“It’s fine Mina, I was just about to leave.” You interjected looking down at your watch. “Actually if I leave now I can still make the train.”

“What!? No! You can’t leave (Name).” Hagakure pouted.

“Yeah! Come on at least watch all the shows or drink some more. You deserve to treat yourself babe.” Jirou smiled motioning for a server with leopard print briefs over. “Fill us up Charge bolt!”

“You work too hard. And we just figured we should have some fun with you before-”

“Before you decide to leave!” Uraraka cut Tsuyu off.

“Look I appreciate the thought, but I’m really not feeling this.” You groaned motioning all around. “I know I sound like a bitch but I’ve got a lot on my plate right now and looking at half-naked dancing men isn't going to fix my problems.”

The uncomfortable silence that fell didn’t help your growing guilt. You hated being the ‘uncool one’, the one killing the mood. Sometimes you just wanted them to not invite you that way you wouldn’t have to see the melancholic looks on their faces…. The club chose the wrong moment to be semi-silent as you all avoided each others eyes.

“Now presenting our last dance of the night! Red Riot!!!” The announcers words broke through the tense atmosphere and Yaoyorozu parted her lips to speak “You have someone to drive you (Name). Why are you taking the subway?” You didn’t answer, she also noticed everyone in your group had gone silent, she quickly looked to see everyone staring at you.

Yaoyorozu’s words fell on deaf ears as you looked at the man walking out onto the stage. You were in awe. It was at that moment that you noticed the color highlighting the stage. A steamy fiery red. A beautiful shade matching his slicked back tresses. His vermillion eyes scanned the crowd with a shy smile that made your heart race.

When he got to the pole you leaned forwards for a better look. He wore a form fitting suit jacket, a pair of really tight black shorts with a white shirt like pattern and you could make out the suspenders that were attached to them trailing up into his jacket. Wrapped around his strong neck was black necktie. You had never seen a man as gorgeous as the red-head in front of you.

His eyes were half-lidded a sexy expression on his face when he sensually trailed his fingers on the metal pole. He circled the metal looking at it as if it were his lover he was going to devour. You were transfixed. He stood in front of the pole and threw his head back, his back arching. This made his pelvis pop out prompting squeals from the crowd at the view of the very stretched material of his briefs.

He let out an audible sigh running his hands up his muscular thighs, his hips rocking to the music. His fingers teased the hem of his shorts and you almost short circuited. He sent the crowd a teasing grin running his tongue over his lips as his fingers trailed up into the jacket. With slow grinding movements he raked his fingers back down catching his lower lip in his teeth as he pressed his crotch to the cool metal pole.

With one hand on the pole he leaned back, then slowly undid the buttons on his jacket. The sight of his bare chest made some of the patrons squeal in excitement. However he didn’t take it off, his other hand reaching the pole and with practiced ease he slowly climbed on it. It was ironic as the song spoke about not teasing but with every movement the material of the jacket became a tease giving the crowd small peaks of his toned pecs and abdomen.

You watched the man climb up higher and higher on the pole until he wrapped his legs tight on the pole and fell back allowing the jacket to slide off his muscular arms smoothly and pool onto the floor. His body was absolutely amazing. Your eyes scanned over every ridge of his brawny form. When he loosened his legs his arms came down onto the floor and he flipped over onto his feet. Your eyes didn’t leave him for a minute as he moved fluidly his contemporary movements all done to perfection. When he bent over you got a pleasant view of his sculpted ass and you felt your face flush when he gave the perky mounds a teasing twerk.

He crossed his arms behind him around the pole. His body waved fluidly against the metal the muscles in his stomach flexing and contracting deliciously. His hand pulled him back atop the pole and he spread his legs to grind upon the pole while being suspended. Your eyes widened when he pulled himself closer to the pole his body flush against the metal as he embraced it tightly. You shuddered at the look the pole was receiving and the club grew loud once more as his tongue licked up the length of it hotly.

You were flushed throughout the entire performance your mind was intent on remembering every detail. You felt so strange while watching the man dance. He expressed so many things at once that it left you breathless. He was shy, sensual, confident, intimidating but, most of all he looked free. He was like a breath of fresh air; full of life and color. It was everything your life lacked and you were drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

When the last few notes of the song played he gave a bashful smile to the crowd who yelled and hollered while throwing cash. His skin was gleaming, the sheen of sweat on it making him glow. He looked like an angel. Beautiful kind eyes, rosy cheeks and a modest smile on his lips. Even in his sinful attire with his prominent v-line teasing your view and a dark trail of hair disappearing into his boxers.

After he disappeared behind the curtain you remained still and speechless. The room seemed to drift back to grey the moment he left. But, the color, the warm red that he left behind was still caught in your mind. It felt selfish but, you wanted it back. You wanted to see that blissful expression on his face as he lost himself into the music. You wanted to see that fiery color again.

“Wow… I’m guessing you really liked his performance huh (Name)” Ashido teased. You stopped yourself from jumping at her sudden intrusion. You had been so lost in his dance that you had tuned out everyone.

“Liked it? Hell she didn’t look away!” Jirou chuckled.

“Didn’t know guys like that were your type.” Tsuyu smiled.

“Shut up!” You squeeked “B-besides where is Momo??”

“Don’t try to change the topic-

“No seriously where’d she go?” You cut off now concerned for your friend.

“Oh...Umm She’s fine just went to do something.” Uraraka grinned.

“And that was?” You questioned.

“Well since you liked Red Riot’s performance so much Momo went to get you a private show.” Hagakure beamed.

“SHE WHAT?!!!!??!!!” You yelled. “Guys what the hell you know I’m-”

“Oh come on just live a little.” Yaoyorozu chimed as she sat down next to you. “In all honesty, it's been a long time since I've seen that type of expression on your face.”

“What expression.” You grumbled.

“I don’t know but, your eyes were so bright, you were really full of color and wonder.” She smiled softly. You paused and looked at all your friends who nodded in agreement.

“B-but I-”

“Excuse me. Ms. (Name)?” A handsome man with two toned hair cut in.

“Yes?” You replied looking at the heterochromic man in confusion.

“Red Riot is now ready for you.” He informed.

“W-wait I don’t think-” You looked to your friends your brows furrowed in worry. They all gave you warm smiles in encouragement and Tsuyu piped in with a “It’s already paid for and, if you don’t go they don’t do refunds.” So with a roll of your eyes you grabbed your bag and followed after the dancer known as IcyHot.

You felt your heartbeat in your eardrum with each step you took. Each clonk of your heels on the ground was a newly added butterfly in the pit of your belly. And, when IcyHot had finally stopped walking you almost crashed into his nude back. (That was just as good looking as he was.) He motioned towards a door that was painted ombre a red plaque with the name Red Riot carved into it.

“You have an hour. Please do not touch him in his private areas and respect the limits he will set. Enjoy your time.” He informed in a monotone. When he turned to walk away you cracked a smile. He seemed annoyed. As it wasn’t any of your business you proceeded to knock on the door with your heart in your throat.

“Come in.” The deep baritone voice brought heat to your cheeks. And with a deep breath you opened the door. Your eyes immediately widened, your jaw going slack when you saw him in nothing but a tight black speedo. You quickly looked away when you caught his red gaze. Embarrassment crashed over you and you considered leaving.

“S-sorry I didn’t know you were changing..” You idiled.

He stood silent observing your embarrassed form in confusion. Why were you embarrassed? He was the one who had to give you a lap dance. And, you were really pretty so it didn’t help his nerves. He’s had so many people cross through that door but, none of them with the look you currently had on your face. He was very adept at reading people and quite easily knew you were more than just embarrassed or nervous. To him it looked like you were also feeling guilty but the guilt was outshone with something else he saw.

It wasn’t lust. He knew that one too well… Especially when giving private shows but your look was one of apprehension. He realized that his intense look wasn’t helping and offered you a charming smile. You bit your lip and closed the door sitting on the couch he motioned to. “You didn’t catch me changing.” He chuckled a blush coming up on his face. “This is just what I wear for private shows.”

He switched on the stereo and slowly walked up towards you bringing one leg up onto the couch to rest against your thigh. With an encouraging smile he brought your hands to his chest. “U-umm I-I don’t. I’m sorry but could you not um do this..”

He pulled back a bit confused but you refused to meet his curious gaze. But, as you requested he pulled back and turned off the music. He didn’t want you to be any more uncomfortable than you already were. He then sat down on the couch in front of you pulling a pillow on his lap to toy with. “D-did I do something wrong?” He asked as he avoided your gaze.

“No. No not at all it’s just that I…..” You cut off trying to find the right words to say.

“Oh I think I get it now.” He smiled sheepishly “I knew you looked a bit out of place. Your friends brought you here huh? And I’m guessing they also payed for this.”

“Yeah, that’d be correct.” You frowned. “Don’t get me wrong there really great and were only trying to get me to loosen up a bit and it’s not that I don’t think your attractive but this situation seems kinda forced and awkward you know?”

“Well I am paid to dance on customers so I can see how that’d be considered gross.” He sighed dejectedly.

“No! I didn’t mean it like that it’s just that I would rather do something your more comfortable with, like I know you dance for and on strangers but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do so, especially since I didn’t pay for it.” You rambled.

“I really don’t mind but if this is your way of saying your not comfortable with a naked man dancing on you that’s okay.” He laughed cheekily. “What do you suggest we do then?”

You rolled your eyes a smile coming onto your lips. “I dunno let’s just talk?” He returned your smile with a nod not at all minding the change in plans. Afterall he wouldn’t pass up a decent conversation with a cute girl. He’d be dumb to refuse since most of the people he spoke to were only interested in sexual talk.

Your heart was racing a mile a minute at his cute smile. You wouldn’t lie you had wanted him to dance for you but, a small selfish part of you wanted to leave a good impression so that he’d remember you. You didn’t want your memories of him to only be lustful afterall it wasn’t only his sinful body movements that caught your attention. (Though it was what made you keep watching)

It was awkward at first but then you both got into a lively chatter. Kirishima. Kirishima Eijirou was his name. You recalled that you had compared him to an angel earlier on and the more you spoke with him the more you realized that the comparison was spot on. Kirishima was a ray of sunshine; bright, warm and wonderful. You had never met someone like him before.

“Okay but I’ve been meaning to ask you something since I walked in.” You smiled.

“Go for it.” He beamed.

“That poster. That’s Crimson Riot! He is like my favorite actor ever! I knew your name was familiar but I didn’t know you liked him too!” You gushed.

“Like him? Try the word love! He was just so amazing! I have all of the movies he starred in on disk!” He fan boyed.

“Get out! All of them?! Even the special bonus movie where he played the role of a mobster but was secretly a detective!” You asked.

“Oh my gosh you know that one?! It’s literally my favorite!” He grinned standing up and opening a drawer to pull out the case.

“Dude how!?” You said in awe holding the dvd case. “I’ve looked for a copy of this everywhere.”

“I found it in a thrift store. Who knows they might have more copies.” He chimed.

Kirishima was having the time of his life speaking to you. None of his friends were really into those old movies so he’s never had someone to fanboy with. The same applied to you. It also wasn’t considered proper for you to indulge in said movies….

“If you don’t tell me the name of the store right now i’m going to come back everyday to bother you about it!” You giggled.

“I was going to tell you but I think I really like the consequences of not telling you.” He winked.

“Stop flirting this is a serious life or death matter!” You flushed.

“I’ll take you. I mean if you want.” He blushed waving his hands in front of him. “I know people don’t usually want to be seen with strippers but I don’t know I figured we should hang out?”

“I um wouldn’t mind that.” You whispered.

“Cool! Then how about we go next saturday! I’m off that day are you free that day?” He beamed when you nodded. “It’s a really rough neighborhood so I also didn’t want you to go alone.”

“Hold on let me check to see what time would be good. Oh my gosh it’s so late!” You squealed looking down at your phone. (Insert phone pic in here) You both had been speaking for hours.

“Wow time really flew didn’t it.” he bit his lip in worry. “Sorry for taking up so much of your time (Name). Do you want me to walk you home?”

You bristled at the comment and waved him off. “No it’s fine besides I live pretty far from here and the trains aren't running so I’ll just take a cab.”

“Okay no problem I’ll walk you out and wait with you.” He announced.

“All right. But, you might want to put some clothes on…..” you snickered.

“Ah...Right!.” He rummaged through his drawers and pulled out a pair of white sweats quickly slipping them on over his speedo. “Now let’s go.”

You both walked out of the building from the back door since the club had long since closed. You both exchanged contact information as you waited for the cab. The twinkle on both your faces were enough to illuminate the entire street. Every cell in your being was begging for Saturday to come quickly. And, Kirishima was one to agree.

You joked about him being cold as he wasn’t wearing any shoes or shirt. He laughed flexing in a silly pose talking about his manliness. When the taxi finally came you both swapped your grins for something softer. You bid your new friend goodbye with promises of texting him throughout the week.

“Oi Shitty hair wake the fuck up!” The angry blonde stripped fussed knocking on his friends’ door. “If you miss breakfast I don’t want your annoying ass to complain!”

“Oh come on Bakugou cut him some slack he had a long night yesterday.” Cellophane grinned.

“Can’t believe that cute thing lasted so long with Kirishima. She must be really good.” Charge Bolt interrupted.

“That’s not true.” Kirishima grumbled as he opened the door. “We were just talking.” He yawned.

“That explains all the laughing.” IcyHot added. “What were you both talking about?”

“Crimson Riot! It turns out she’s a really big fan! She even knew about the special bonus-”

“Shut the fuck up with your damn obsession. So she’s a shit nerd big deal.” Bakugou shouted with a roll of his eyes.

“Kacchan you sound jealous.” The green haired stripper teased.

“Fucking Deku!” Bakugou grumbled. “I’m not jealous i’m fucking pissed becuase they kept me up all night talking about that shitty actor!”

“Ughh tell me about it these walls are so damn thin.” Charge Bolt complained.

“You seem happy.” Cellophane nudged his friend.

“I am! We’re going out on Saturday to buy a copy of Crimson Riot’s movie Mafia.” he grinned.

“I don’t know dude I think you like her.” Charge Bolt teased.

“Of course I do why do you think we’re hanging out next week?” Kirishima asked spreading jam on his toast.

“You idiot. He means like like.” Bakugou insulted from his spot near the stove.

“O-oh Well (Name) is really cute and super nice but we just met.” The red head blushed.

“Love at first sight!” Some of his friends chimed in unison.

He didn’t speak after that eating his breakfast in silence. Ignoring Bakugou’s rant on how some girls didn’t want to seriously date a stripper. He didn’t think you were like that from what he gathered last night he thought you were really cool and, he wasn’t opposed to getting to know you better. And, who knows, maybe you guys would hit it off. The thought made him smile. And, he shot you a text.

When you got home you still wore a ditzy smile on your face. When you unlocked the door to your triplex apartment You promptly ignored the questions from your assigned housemaid. It was a bit insensitive however, you were in such high spirits that the last thing you wanted to hear was ‘Women shouldn’t be arriving home at such ungodly hours’.

You twirled into the bathroom washing up and disinfecting your phone before changing into your pajamas and throwing yourself atop your bed. A blissful smile on your face as you thought back on the red eyed stripper. He was absolutely amazing. Not only did he have an attractive figure but he had a gorgeous personality. And, to put the icing on the cake he also loved Crimson Riot as much as you did. You fell asleep easily that night forgetting your problems and letting the color red fill your dreams.

The sun slipped past the cracks of your curtain sliding across your room to caress your face coaxing you into consciousness. And, when your eyes opened and you dusted the remnants of sleep from your eyes a slow smile slipped onto your face. Last night's events lapping at your mind like gentle waves. It was by far the best morning you’ve awoken to in a long time. Briefly you thought it would be complete if the object of your dreams was there to wake besides you. The thought made you smile silly.

You were a nonsense person but just the thought of Kirishima already left you breathless. You knew it was not love but extreme attraction. But that didn’t stop your mind from running wild with the possibilities. It was foolish to ponder them but, you promised yourself you’d return to reality soon. Well maybe after you opened his text.

The giddy smile on your face was threatening to split it in half as you squealed. You gushed at how adorable he was and quickly went to reply that any Crimson fan could text you a billion times in a day and you wouldn’t be mad. You bit your lip to contain your smile looking intently at the three bubbling dots indicating he was writing.

But, reality had other plans when you saw a notification swipe across your screen. Your lips pulled down into a grimace as you caught the words from the notif bar. You didn’t bother to open the text. You really hated the fact that you’d be outed if you blocked the number. The more you thought how inconvenient it was for you the darker the world seemed. The closer the walls came around you. A melancholic sigh slipped past your lips as you went to open the text. Until you got another notification that reminded you of a warm fiery red.

Your lazy sunday consisted of lounging around, your phone nearby. With every ding you’d jump towards it bringing the device to your face to eagerly read what Kirishima sent. As a matter of fact that was how your week went. Not so much lounging as you were needed in the office more than you would have liked. However your fingers always danced on the edge of your phone. You were in such luck that no one called you out on wednesdays meeting. The meme war with Kirishima left you in hesticals and you would be damned if you lost! Even though your co-workers sent you odd glances as you giggled at your lap.

You were on cloud nine the whole week only occasionally bothered by unpleasant texts. And as you visited your friends in their cubicles they could also point out your balant joy. You really had fun texting Kirishima the entire week. The charming man sent you unfailing texts after the first day; one to welcome you into the morning sun. One to reaffirm your ‘date’. One to tell you he was off to dance and another to tell you he was done with his shift and the last mandatory one was wishing you sweet dreams.

Honestly Kirishima was like a dream. A beautiful dream that you never wished to wake from. Hell it had only been a week of knowing him and, you were already full to the brim with joy whenever his ‘nickname’ flashed on your screen. It wasn’t love you told yourself but, it was undeniably a crush.

Saturday finally arrived and, you could feel your heart kickboxing your ribcage. How in the hell could you give a flawless presentation of the company’s new investments and plans for the next few years but the thought of seeing the stripper had your hands clamming up. Your maid cast you disapproving glances as you swapped on outfit after outfit. You twirled in the mirror in dresses and skirts only to pose endlessly in different jeans, pants, and shorts. When you finally settled on your outfit you apologized to the maid for the mess. The haughty stare and unsettling words she gave you were almost enough to drop your mood.

But Kirishima’s text telling you that he was waiting in front of the club for you made you race out of the door. You decided on taking your car because after all week you were anxious to see the redhead in the flesh. It did occur to you that this was a platonic outing but you didn’t mind one bit. It also didn’t stop your heart from fluttering.

Your heard you phone go off in a familiar unpleasant tune as you started the ignition. You ignored it in favor of picking up the call from your favorite stripper.

“Hey Kiri. Yup I’m just heading out. Mhmmm, Sure see you soon.” You hung up with a smile. Honestly ever since meeting Kirishima smiles plagued your face. The drive to the club was pretty swift and when you saw the man looking up and down the street you almost ran into the car in front of you. You had to circle around the block since you were so distracted. Had he always looked this attractive? He was in simple casual clothes but damn if he wasn’t fine.

When you stood the car in front of him he looked up at you with a heart melting grin. He ushered you out of the car and, as soon as your feet touched the pavement he embraced you lifting you off your feet and swinging you around in his firm embrace. You felt your face grow hot when he finally placed you back down on the ground. His own face tinged pink as he scratched his cheek in embarrassment. “S-sorry I got a bit carried away.” He mumbled.

“I-it’s okay I’m excited too. It’s great to see you again.” You uttered playing with your fingers bashfully.

“Yeah it’s great to see you (Name). Shall we?” He grinned holding out his hand. You took it without hesitation. “W-wait shouldn’t you properly park?”

After doing so you both walked down the street. Just as if you had known each other for ages conversation flowed easily. Things ranging from work related incidents to little tidbits of information on yourselves. Occasionally during the walk someone would recognize him. Some pointing him out commenting on his profession. However, he didn’t seem to mind therefore you made no comment on it.

You let him chat your ear off on every little detail of the neighborhood you walked in. He pointed out his favorite places offering to take you to a couple of food joints on future ‘gatherings’. You had to bite your lip so you didn’t look like a fool with how much the invitation made you happy. You could smell his cologne with how close you both were walking.

“And then Bakugou finds out that Kaminari was the one who took Todoroki’s thong. The look on his face was priceless!” He laughed as you finished telling you another silly tale of his friends. “Oh here we are! Fatgum’s Thrift! You can literally find anything here.” He chimed slipping his hand out of yours to open the door.

As Kirishima went to greet the clerk you took the time to look around the store. Vintage clothing and odd relics littered the messy shop. And, then you saw it. It being all the Crimson Riot merch. You bee lined it and looked at all the trinkets in awe. You were probably going to leave the store with most of these. “Oh shoot! They’ve got Funko pops of him.” You geeked.

“I know right?! I’ve got all of them.” Kirishima beamed as he finally caught up with you.

“Seriously? I didn’t see them when I was in your room.” You mentioned as you picked up one of the tiny action figures.

“O-oh that’s because the customers think it’s kinda weird…” He mumbled.

“Oh well if it makes you feel any better I wouldn't be able to put these in my office either.” You smiled sympathetically.

“Why do people have to cramp our style like this?” He quipped dramatically.

“Right! Let me like what I like!” You hollered.

“When I want to and I feel like it!!” He encouraged.

You both spent a considerable amount of time in the store after you found the Red Riot Mafia movie. You were surprised the owner didn't kick you out with how much you squealed. The sun was beginning it’s decent when you both decided to leave. With a wave to the lively clerk and an enthusiastic 'goodbye Fat' from Kirishima you both walked out of the store.

You both left the store in hysterics at a silly pun you made but your smile quickly vanished when you noticed a familiar figure in the distance. Your lip curled in distaste. They had resorted to tailing you. Your eyes widened in panic as the person stalked closer. You slipped your hand into Kirishima’s and tugged.

“Woah (N-name)? What’s going on!” He yelped.

“Shh just trust me and run!” you replied running ahead of him one hand gripping his tightly as the other held the bag with your merch. “My family’s really anal.”

He didn’t question you further just turning back to look at the running man in a crisp suit. He had figured you were wealthy with what you were wearing the day that you meet at the club but he didn’t know it was to the point of family bodyguards. And, if he was being honest it didn’t put him off at all. It was a bit exhilarating like being in a spy or gangster movie. With that in mind, he picked up his pace so he was the one pulling you.

You both whooped and hollered as you ran. You really had never felt more alive. You felt like a rebel escapee. Running away from your problems with your personal Clyde. Kirishima tossed you a grin bringing his index finger to his lips motioning you to be silent. With a swift spin he had embraced your body, twirling the both of you into a very small space between two buildings. Your eyes spun at the movement and before you could speak he clasped his hand over your mouth pointing towards the man who had just run pass the small crack you both hid in.

Both your eyes watched him disappear and only then did he remove his hand. Breathless laughter escaped you both as you tried to regain your breath. The chuckles ceased once you noticed how silent Kirishima got. His face had a cute rosy tint to it, his ruby eyes gazing into your own eyes. You just realized how close you both really were. Your chests were pressed up snuggly against each other and you could feel his breath ghost over your lips.

You felt your face heat up at the look he gave you. His fingers came up to cup your cheek tenderly. His eyes half lidded as he moved in closer, his nose brushing up against yours. His eyes looked down to your lips and you felt your own eyes droop in anticipation. With a tilt of his head his lips brushed against yours. Your eyes widened when he finally placed his soft lips on yours. They closed with a flutter and you felt your heart swell with emotion.

When you both pulled back you were both pretty flustered. But that didn’t stop the second kiss from happening. Your lips molding into each other like an age old puzzle. The fireworks you felt from it left your mind reeling. You felt as if you could actually get drunk off his lips. Your lips moved against his in a slow dance savoring the feel of the action.

“Oi! Go make out somewhere else!” Someone passing the ‘alley’ shouted. You both pulled away quickly. His fingers reached up to touch his lips in awe. He had never kissed anyone that made him feel like that! You still felt the tingles on your lips but, you were the first to move and get out of the crack. He walked out and parted his lips to speak when you cut him off.

“S-sorry, I guess we got all caught up in it.” You mumbled looking away.

Kirishima was confused. Did you not like it? Did you not like him? Was it because of your family? He had so many questions, but he really didn’t want to pressure you into answering. He was quite clear in what he was feeling. He liked you. Like really liked you. He knew his crush on you would only grow the more you spent time with each other and he was hoping that you felt the same way even though it was so early on in the ‘relationship’. Maybe you were overwhelmed? He wasn’t opposed to giving you time and wasted none of it giving you an answer.

“I don’t regret it or anything, but I guess we did get swept up in the adrenalin of it all.” he pouted.

You really wanted to kiss those pouty lips again. You were going to take this memory to your grave the soft feel of his lips the electricity coursing through your veins. It was magical. It reminded you of a quote you once heard in a movie about love being the closest thing humans had to magic.

“I-I think he’s gone.” Kirishima said snapping you out of your stupor.

“R-right, I’m guessing you want to know?” You sighed.

“I do. But, I won’t pry you can tell me whenever your ready to.” He smiled.

His hand held yours in a loose hold as you both walked (into the sunset) back to the club. There wasn’t much banter but the silence wasn’t at all awkward. He had literally walked you to your car and you couldn’t help but think he looked angelic with a twinkle in his face as the sun cast a blinding light behind him.

“Thanks I had a lot of fun today.” You spoke.

“I had a great time too. Especially when we were running away heh it felt like we were in our own Crimson Riot movie. It was like Hidden in the sun” The smile he gave you showed off his cute teeth and you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled in your chest. He had just compared your ‘escapade’ to one of Crimson’s romantic action movies. The one where Mei is running from her oppressive rich family into the arms of Kujo the yakuza leader of the Sun Eaters.

“So what? You were Kujo?” You teased.

“Naturally.” He winked “And your my trusty partner! The lovely Mei.”

“Kirishima we’ve got to get together and have a marathon one day.” You proposed as you unlocked your car.

“Sure no problem but, only if you call me Eijirou.”

‘Mei!”

‘Kujo!’

‘Thank goodness you're okay’ The man sighed bringing his hands to cup the woman’s cheeks. ‘I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost you.’

‘Kujo I was so scared’ The woman cried.

‘It’s alright now Mei. You’re here with me’ he smiled resting his forehead against hers. ‘Your father will never get between us again.’

‘My love, promise me we’ll be together always.’ She sighed.

‘Forever and always my love’ He smiled, bringing her hand up to brush his lips against her knuckles.

A tender smile blessed your features as you watched the film. You wished to find love like that one day. And as the two actors on the screen professed their love for each other you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift over to Kirishima. The red head sat to your right on your lush bed. His strong arms squeezed the life out of one of your various plushies as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Eijirou are you crying?” You asked; your smile growing.

“These aren’t regular tears (Name).” he sniffled.

“They’re not?” You grinned.

“Of course not, they’re manly tears” He argued.

“It’s okay to cry about it.” You reassured, reaching over to pluck some tissues from a box that rested atop your bedside drawer. When you handed them over, he thanked you before blowing his nose.

“It’s just so sad you know?”

It was heartwarming how sentimental he was. But he was right; you had streamed this movie about a million times, and you cried each time you watched it. Despite their efforts, despite the fact that Mei’s arranged marriage was abolished and despite the fact that Mei’s father had finally given them his blessing; at the end of the film when facing off the rival gang Kujo dies. The suneaters are left without a leader and out of love for the deceased Kujo, Mei takes on his place as the head of the Yakuza. The movie ends with Mei holding a young child’s hand and they stand in front of a grave. Then she begins to tell the young boy of his father Kujo leader the Suneaters and how he saved a young woman from an awful life.

The movie was only three fourths of the way through but even your eyes misted at the tragedy that was to come. But for now, the actors embraced lovingly. They spewed sonnets of adoration and made eternal vows of the undying passion they both felt. They’re lips molded against each other in the dim candlelit scene.

‘Kujo, I – I want you to make me a woman.’ Mei gasped as she pulled away from the heavy kiss.

‘Are you sure?’ He asked placing delicate kisses at the tips of her fingers.

‘Yes’ She breathed.

‘I promise to be gentle and treat you like the most delicate of blooms’

‘Kujo~

Your face burned as you watched Kujo’s hands undo the knots of Mei’s kimono. The material slid down her body exposing her semi-nude form. They’re lips tangled as they shed their clothes leaving them both bare. You had watched this movie billions of times, but this scene never failed at making you feel hot. It was sensual, erotic and passionate. It was also very explicit with beads of sweat rolling down the actress’ exposed breast. The way his hand slipped between her thighs…

“D-do you want me to fast forward it?” You gulped.

“N-No it’s fine.” You were basically watching pornography with your crush. And, every noise be it a mewl or a moan was starting to affect your body temperature. You couldn’t help but side eye the attractive man next to you, watching as his Adams apple bobbed when he gulped, the way his arms squeezed your plushie tighter and closer to his crotch... You startled when those scarlet eyes met yours. You quickly looked away when your eyes caught sight of the rouge on his cheeks.

You bit your lip trying to ignore the lewd sounds coming from the screen. It seemed as though Kirishima had the same idea as he cut through the heating moment with a commentary of the movie.

“Y-You know this scene is real.” He coughed. “U-um you probably already know that since you’re also a huge Crimson Riot fan.” He chuckled awkwardly.

“Y-Yeah he did all of his stunts too.” You flushed.

“He really was amazing.” He blushed.

“Mmhm”

‘Ah Kujo Mmm~’

“You know I watched this movie with Katsuki?” He interjected, trying to play off the fact that he was extremely turned on. “We skipped this part though!” He quickly added.

“Bakugou?” You mused also taking the opportunity to talk in order to distract yourself from your growing desire. “I didn’t think he’d be into something like this.”

“He isn’t, he said he hated it.” He laughed “He said, and I quote ‘What a fucking shitty movie! Why the fuck did he have to die huh? Why did you show me this bullshit!’”

“It sounds like he took Kujo’s death harshly.” You giggled.

“You got that right.” He grinned.

His grin slowly faded when he looked back at your television. He…. He didn’t remember this scene being so long… And he wasn’t sure, but when did it get so hot? His eyes weren’t on the screen anymore. They explored every inch of your body. How could he resist? He already knew he had feelings for you. Sure, it had only been two months since your first meeting but between the frequent texts, visits and movie nights he was clear on how he felt. And right now, he was feeling inexplainable desire for the person he liked.

His yearning radiated out of his every pore. His eyes failing to hide how much he wished to experience the same scenario as the two actors on the screen, with you. Your eyes peered deep into Kirishima’s wine colored hues when you felt him lean in closer. Your body followed suit until you felt his breath ghost over your lips. Kirishima’s eyes looked to your lips and back to your eyes. He desperately wanted to feel your lips against his again. He hadn’t forgotten the way they felt pressed up against his nor could he forget how fast his heartbeat in that moment.

When his lips touched yours, you easily melted into him. His hand tailed down your arm to your hand. He linked his fingers with yours and swiped his tongue against your bottom lip. His other hand sliding up your leg to rest on your thigh. You were about to part your lips to grant him access when you realized where the two of you where headed. You pulled your head back to explain. But he was so intoxicating that you didn’t stray far.

“Eijirou…” You whispered your lips just barely caressing his. “I think we should sto-

“Mrs. (Name).” The both of you pulled away at such rapid speed that you almost tumbled off the side of the bed. Sadly, Kirishima didn’t share your luck and crashed against the floor. You snorted when he popped his head up to let you know he was okay.

Another knock at the door made you huff in annoyance and stand up. When you unlocked the door, you met the stern eyes of your maid. She cast Kirishima a nasty glare and proceeded to eye you with contempt. “Honestly (Name) a lady of your status shouldn’t continue to meet with such a man.” She scoffed. “And, now you’re locking doors? Who knows what this man’s intentions are? Your being foolish-

“Can you please not talk about Eijirou like that.” You frowned. “He’s a great person and he happens to be a really great friend who likes the same things I do. He treats me with respect and not as if I am property. And if I hear you make anymore snide comments regarding his visits then I’m afraid You might end up out of a job.”

Kirishima’s face resembled the shell of a boiled crab as he watched you stand up for him. He had assumed you were high class when he met you and when he visited you for the first time your place confirmed that. He honestly felt a bit out of place when he first visited you and he felt as if he’d soil your good name with his ‘status’. But here you were proving him wrong. Proving to him that you liked his presence enough to disregard how others perceived you.

“I don’t care if my father employed you if I hear one more quip regarding Eijirou’s presence here or defaming his profession I will fire you; repercussions of my father be damned.” You argued. “Now why did you interrupt us? I told you we were watching a movie.”

The maid grimaced before speaking. “He’s been trying to reach your cell for a couple of hours now and you wouldn’t pick up.”

“You mind hanging out here for a bit?” You asked Kirishima. A frown touched your lips as you followed her out of the room to speak on the home phone.

“I’ll be okay.” He smiled. Besides now that you were gone, he could just sneak off into the bathroom to solve his not so little problem… He was just glad that he had your plushie over his lap. And when he was finished, he couldn’t help but ponder on your behavior. He was miffed as to why you rejected his advances. He knew you felt the same way so then why did you pull away…

However, he wouldn’t pry, if you wanted more time together before you were ready to acknowledge your feelings then he was willing to wait. After all he was content with knowing you felt somewhat the same. How did he know? Well the red-head wasn’t as dense as people might have figured. If there was one thing, he was good at, it was reading others and perceiving their emotions and thoughts through their actions. Well that was what his friends had told him… He wasn’t too sure. Especially with how you’ve been pulling away, maybe you didn’t lik-

“S-sorry about that?” you apologized slipping into the room with a sheepish smile.

“It’s okay…. Is everything alright?” He asked observing your exasperated expression. You heaved out a heavy sigh flopping onto your bed and curling up miserably.

“…..Apparently if you come over again, they’re gonna snitch on me.” You pouted.

“Snitch on you?” He frowned.

“Tell my father…. For now, they won’t say anything because they think it’s a ‘rebellious phase’ but If you come over again…….” You sighed once more “You see I can have her fired if I complain about her service but, if she snitches on me then I could end up out on the streets.”

“Seriously?!?! That’s awful, why would he do that? Can he do that?” Kirishima frowned.

“Sadly, he can, I pay for rent and pay all the expenses, but the flat is under his name. And if my father feels as if I’m not ‘abiding’ by his rules then he would do it to ‘set me straight’” You groaned. “I know I could leave and rent someplace else, but it gives him a peace of mind to have me here, since I refuse to live with him. I don’t know it’s kind of hard to explain…”

“No, it’s not, I totally get it. You don’t want to worry your old man; you care about your family, and that’s a good thing but be careful in letting them have too much reign over your life. You might find yourself doing things that make you miserable in order to please them.” He advised.

“…..You didn’t tell me you also gave counseling.” You teased.

“But of course. I’m a man of many talents.” He grinned “But my rates are high.”

“Really now?” You played along.

“Yup.” He nodded

“Well then Mr. Eijirou what do I owe you for letting me rant?” You smirked.

“Simple. We watch Mafia at my place.” He beamed.

“Wait you have your own place?” You asked.

“What? You thought I lived at the club?” He laughed.

“Yeah………”

“Pffft you’re too cute.”

You don’t know how you lucked out. Kirishima was so understanding and wasn’t bothered in the slightest. ‘We don’t have to hang out at your place. We can go wherever we want! The world is our oyster (Name) and besides it doesn’t matter where we are so long as we’re there together!’. Those were the words he told you three months ago and thinking of them still made your heart flutter.

During those three months you spent less and less time at your apartment. At the office your hand was always near your pocket. You were always ready to whip out your phone when you heard the specialized ‘ding’ that signified his text. You were in too deep. You were absolutely head over heels for him. You had promised yourself not to fall in love with him, but he was just so amazing! He brought color to your life, he brought a smile to your lips and he brought a new beat to your heart.

Life was more enjoyable and dare you say it but… You loved him. You were in love with the stripper Red Riot known to by some as Kirishima Eijirou, and known to you as Eijirou; the man who stayed up late talking to you on the phone, the man who texted you to see how you were doing, the man who surprised you with small trinkets, the man who had told you to sit down on a chair as he changed?.... Wait?

Your heart felt as if it were trying to beat out of your chest as you sat in the same room the both of you had become friends in; a couple of months ago. You had been in this room a couple of times during your friendship with the stripper and this wasn’t the first time he had asked you for your opinion on his routine. However, he had usually asked you to watch his routine in the company of the other strippers so that they could give him pointers.

But this was different, you were here alone with him. Just the two of you. Just two souls hopelessly in love with each other. Jeez you were so nervous. ‘C-can I show you my new lap dance routine?’ He had asked. Kirishima was going to be the death of you. How were you to refuse him when he asked you so bashfully? How were you to refuse when you knew that you’d get to have his almost nude body on top of you? Those lidded ruby eyes gazing at you heatedly, the stretch of his sinewy muscles as he worked around your body, his alluring musk, his damp red hair! How were you going to keep your hands to yourself when all these lewd thoughts attacked your brain?!

When you asked him why he wanted your opinion the tease just winked and he pulled you along. And your lips sealed, you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity, no matter how wrong it might have been. And that’s how you found yourself chewing your lip as you waited for the attractive man to come out from behind the changing screen.

He was glad that you had agreed. And he hoped that something would come from this. Maybe not intimacy but maybe, just maybe... a reaction to solidify your relationship? He had been your friend all these months and had figured that you could have possibly categorized him, that maybe he was in the dreaded friend zone. He was scared that he might have been reading your feelings wrong… And, as recommended by his peers he decided to show you exactly what he had to offer. ‘Sex appeal man! You’re just being the ‘cute guy next door’ you need to show her that you are desirable!’ ‘I think your in the friendzone mate’ ‘Oof the Friend zone damn that must sting’ ‘I agree with Kaminari show her you’re not just a good friend, she needs to see you as a sexy potential mate’ ‘You idiots what type of shitty advice is that, Just fucking tell her you want to date.’ His friend’s words bounced inside his head as he pulled on the outfit.

He didn’t know if this would help and he was grasping at straws, but he really wanted to be with you. And if this was going to help in any way then he would man up and do it! Even though his belly rumbled with butterflies... He had never been this nervous during a lap dance before. Maybe it was because when he danced for other people there was no emotional connection? But despite his hesitance he steeled his nerves and pressed play on the radio and taking a deep breath he stepped out for you to see.

You startled when the song began to play but your eyes caught the movement of Kirishima walking out from behind the screen. Your jaw dropped gracelessly; your face heating up and you couldn’t help but recall the first time you saw him dance. His eyes held the same shy look but at your obvious reaction his grin widened in confidence. Exactly like the first time you saw him dance.

The hard hat he wore on his head cast a shadow over his face making him look absolutely predatory. Each step he took towards you seemed to send a pulse straight towards your cunt. You resisted the urge to screech when he licked his lips seductively. And like déjà vu he brought up his leg to rest by your thigh. You flushed when you looked up at him. The straps of his suspenders hugged his torso tightly and your eyes followed the dark material down. The sculpted muscles of his abdomen looking like a beautiful landscape painting.

The dark trail of hair disappeared underneath the tight black and neon green pants. The pants hung low on his hips giving your eyes a good view of his Adonis belt. His pointer finger touched your breastbone and he drug the finger up your neck and let it rest at your chin, effectively holding your head up to look at him. He looked down at you his plush lips pursed in contemplation.

He leaned his face close to yours and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, but he dodged your lips, instead his lips brushed against your ear. “Your look like your burning up baby?” He growled into your ear, grabbing your hands and placing them on the hot skin of his toned stomach. A shiver ran through your body when he entwined your fingers to help you run your hands down his body. You could almost drool, the way his muscles rippled underneath your touch filled you with a need to run your tongue across every dip of his prominent physique.

It felt as though someone had turned on the heater. Your entire body felt as if it were on fire and the irony of his costume finally dawned on you. How interesting it was that the firefighter was the cause for the fire. His movements were hypnotizing. His body syncing to the music as he danced on you. His hands had left yours and you continued to run your hands across his chest. He hummed pulling off the straps and letting them flop down, the weight of them tugged his pants lower and you bit your lip when you noticed he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

His body waved on top of you and he pulled off his hat to set it on your head. Red stands clung to his forehead as you noticed how the florescent burgundy light of the room hit the sheen of sweat covering his body making him glow. As he pressed himself closer to you, you felt just how excited the dance had left him. You let out a sharp breath when he brought one of your hands to his ass. Your fingers dug into the round flesh and the guttural groan he let out had you dripping.

Your throat felt dry and you grew a bit bold in your touch brushing your fingers across his nipples. The heavy blush on his face and moan encouraged you to do it again, this time you tugged at the metal bar. “Careful darling.” He groaned. If you kept touching him like this… fuck he didn’t know if he could control himself… Spoiler, he couldn’t he disregarded the song completely and caught your lips in a heated kiss.

Your head spun and you were so drunk off touching him that you couldn’t help, but kiss back, whining when he pulled away. “Are you feeling hot (Name)” He hummed. “Because I think it would be my job to put that fire out.”

The lewd implication of his words had you tangling your hands into his hair. Kirishima lifted you up out of your seat without breaking the kiss in order to sit upon it himself. You sighed into his mouth as his hands gripped your hips, his fingers sliding up your shirt. You sat on his lap and all you could think about was how hot his length felt pressed up against you. You had made out the imprint of it as he danced, and you couldn’t think of anything else but how amazing it would feel to have him inside of you. Kirishima pulled away to ask you if you were okay with what he was about to do. Because he intended to ravage you.

“(Na-

-Knock- Knock- Knock-

You had ever moved so fast in your life! You were halfway across the room when Todoroki opened the door.

“Oh, I’m sorry…. we’re you two fucking?” He had the audacity to ask.

Now Kirishima wasn’t normally an angry person but the look he gave the half and half male could very much end him. “No, we weren’t” The red head had hissed.

“Oh okay, Bakugou cooked for us today and told me to bring everyone, (Name) will you be staying for dinner?” He asked choosing to ignore the death stare Kirishima gave him.

“Y-yeah.” You squeaked out, avoiding Kirishima’s crimson gaze. When the three of you had settled at the table you noticed that everyone was acting suspicious. You chose not to comment on it but Kaminari opened his mouth.

“So~ How’d it go?” He grinned wiggling his eyebrows.

“They didn’t do anything.” Todoroki answered.

“Yeah man you would have heard it, these walls are like paper thin.” Sero added.

“I hate you all.” Kirishima flushed covering his glowing face with his hands.

“But seriously (Name) why-“ Midoriya was cut off by a swift kick.

“That’s none of our fucking business now shut the fuck up and eat.” Bakugou hissed. It was then that you and Kirishima were grateful for the life of the man known as Bakugou Katsuki. The topic quickly shifted as no one wanted the blonde to threaten them with the dreaded ‘I won’t cook for ya losers anymore’ When you finished you helped by bringing the plates to the sink watching as Bakugou got ready to wash them. You were about to leave when he called you out.

“Oi (Lastname) don’t hurt that brats feelings. If ya do, I’ll personally maim you.” You didn’t take his threat to heart as Bakugou was known to be the mom friend. But it did give you food for thought. What exactly was the nature of your relationship with Kirishima?

You would have thought that things would have been awkward between the two of you after the ‘lap dance’…. They weren’t. But you didn’t expect him to apologize. He had walked you to your car and had apologized for coming on to you in such a way. ‘It was totally uncool and unmanly of me. It’s not an excuse but I really can’t control myself around you. I.. I like you too much.’ When he went to turn away you had grabbed onto his wrist and on a whim, without thinking of anyone else, without thinking of the repercussions and speaking the naked truth from your heart you had sputtered ‘I-I didn’t hate it a-and….. I really like you too’

Even now as you sat on the barstool waiting for him you couldn’t help but flush at your horrible confession. ‘Was it even a confession’ You mused swirling the dark liquid in your glass. You remember hopping into your car after his jaw dropped. And you remembered squealing on your bed the whole night as you read the various text messages he had sent you. Each one was more tooth rotting than the last and they never failed at making you smile silly.

Sadly, that entire week you could only text him. You were swamped with work at the office, but the highlight of your days were the cute texts and fierce meme wars. Even now as you were sitting down babysitting drinks you texted him. He had asked you to hang out with him today, but you had prior engagements with your friends. One last ‘huzzah’ they called it. One last get together before your life changed. Damn you had really blocked off the entire world. Well your dull mundane one. You traded your grey for red. And in turn you received loving messages, amazing company and when you visited the club in the red-light district, delicious food.

The strippers of U.A had become your friends. Charming the lot of them and very supportive. They never failed to lift up your spirits when you received an unpleasant text. Hell, you muted those texts…

“Come on and dance with us (Name)!” Ashido laughed trying to tug you to the dance floor.

“Noooo” You whined.

“Leave (Name) to her phone.” Yaoyorozu giggled. “So (Name) what did Kirishima text you this time?”

“M-Momo!” You flushed.

“Kirishima?” Uraraka asked.

“The stripper Red Riot.” Jirou grinned wiggling her eyebrows “apparently they both became really good friends~ Shame it couldn’t have been more ya know?”

You felt your mood sour and your heart dropped to your feet. Reality hit you like a truck in that moment. What were you thinking??? You couldn’t be with Kirishima not when you-

“Earth to (Name)” Hagakure giggled waving her hand over our face “Isn’t that your hunky red head friend over there at two o’clock!” She chirped.

It was. You had invited him. That’s why you were so invested on your phone because he said that he would be there any minute. Your brows furrowed but before you could hesitate Jirou and Mina were pushed you in his direction. You vaguely made out your friends’ conversation as you were being pushed away.

“Should we be encouraging this?” Tsuyu questioned.

“Tsu-chan look how happy she looks.” Uraraka smiled sadly. “Let her have some fun with him for now. Besides they’re just friends, right?”

“Friends don’t look at each other like that.” Hagakure mumbled.

You didn’t get the chance to turn around and say anything as you bumped into the red head. Mina and Jirou shuffled away with teasing smiles.

“H-Hi” You mumbled. Jeez you couldn’t help the way your lips quirked up. You felt your heart sigh when his hand hugged yours.

“Hey.” He beamed. You couldn’t help yourself. Kirishima’s smile was just? Just?! magical! The sharp tooth grin melted away all your stress and worries. It promised you that everything was okay, and it just brightened up your day. You could really lose yourself in those wonderfully kind eyes. “You look beautiful. I mean you always look beautiful but today you just look wow not that your not wow every day! Ugh I’m failing at this aren’t I?”

You giggled at his compliment, heat blossoming on your cheeks as you tuned out everyone. After all you were ‘seeing red’; One could say that he gave that expression a whole new meaning. “You look great too” You flushed, loving the way his black jeans hugged his legs, the way his black jacket exposed the tight mesh shirt he wore underneath; quite literally teasing you with the view of his taunt flesh. His hair was slicked back, and you thought that he looked absolutely amazing with eyeliner.

“Really? It’s not too much?” He asked; mentally thanking his friends for their help.

“No, it suits you.” You complimented. You drowned in his gaze and he was hypnotized by your infatuated stare. Everyone who looked over at the both of you tossed you questioning looks. The both of you were just standing in the middle of the dance floor staring at each other. It was only when someone bumped into Kirishima that the ‘spell’ was broken. He scratched his red cheek awkwardly.

“We should probably move out of the way.” You laughed.

“Or, we could dance?” He asked. “If you want to that is.”

“Y-Yeah I’d like to.” You felt him pull you closer and you went with it. You were not the best dancer out there but the way Kirishima helped you move against him had you feeling as If you were a world-renowned champion.

You lost track of time as you danced with him. Song after song past but you wouldn’t tire. Not when his smile was so contagious. Not when you were drunk off his scent. The both of you laughed spinning around wildly. You goofed up dance moves together, and your heart had never felt this full. Every hit of the bass seemed to vibrate throughout your being and your legs moved in sync with Kirishima’s.

“Eijjirou!” You laughed when he brought peace signs across his eyes. Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling, and you knew that this night would be a night you would always remember. You swore that every moment spent with the red head gifted you new memories. Memories you would hold dear to your heart and treasure eternally.

You couldn’t recall when it began but the songs had infected the both of you. Your body was pressed tightly to his. Your arm was slung over his neck as you grinded your ass against him. When you came back up from your drop his hands found your waist his lips placing a scorching kiss to your neck. The club’s smoke made you dizzy or was the haze caused by Kirishima’s length rubbing against the curve of your ass?

When he turned you around all you could see where his lidded ruby hues gazing at you with an intensity that made your thighs clench. The strobe lights of the club just highlighted all of his features and he looked like something straight out of your sinful dreams. And as the images of those dreams flashed across your eyes you brought his head closer and kissed him with reckless abandon. Your teeth clashed against each other as you kissed with fervor.

This kiss was nothing like the ones you had shared before. This one was desperate and heavy, it reminded you of the way Kujo had kissed Mei and just remembering that scene had you pooling in your panties. You gasped into his mouth when his hands came to grope your ass. The hand not around his neck roamed his torso feeling every dip and curve of his muscular form.

“Eijirou~” You panted when he pulled back. He didn’t allow your lips to feel lonely as they met yours again and when his tongue brushed against your bottom lip you let him in. You shivered when his tongue touched yours teasingly. You trembled when his tongue wrapped around yours and he brought your hips flush against his. Dancing was far from your mind when you felt him grind against your needy heat.

Your body moved against his as you lost yourself in his touch. You ground your hips against his hardened length each rub stimulating your clit. He groaned at the feeling bringing one of his hands up your body to touch your breasts. He was just as lost as you were. Drunk off your lips and how soft you felt. Every touch had him reeling and all he could think about was how much he wanted you. How much he needed to be buried inside of you as you cried out his name. He wanted to finally be joined together to tell you how much he loved you as he indulged in your tight cunt.

Just as his lips pressed against your neck you were pulled away from him. The feeling of being yanked away from him left you cold and you quickly whipped around to tell the person off. Your brows furrowed when you noticed who pulled you away. Your friends stood there casting disapproving stares at the both of you. Kirishima stepped closer to you bringing your hand into his and squeezing it in reassurance. He noticed the frown on your friends’ lips at the action. But he didn’t care for there opinion right now. In this moment he knew something unpleasant was going to be said and he wanted you to know that he was there with you one hundred percent! Boner be damned!

It was Tsuyu who broke the silence, as she was the most honest of your friends, she had to tell you, she had to reprimand you for your actions. “What exactly do you think you’re doing (Name)…”

“W-what do you mean.” You frowned.

“I think you know exactly what she means (Name).” Uraraka sighed. “I hate to say this but Tsuyu is right we’ve been encouraging you to have fun, but this isn’t what we meant… T-This is wrong.”

“What’s wrong about it?” Jirou frowned. “They like each other.”

“It doesn’t matter if they do, this can’t happen.” Yaoyorozu frowned.

“And why not.” Mina argued.

“(Name) Your playing with fire.” Hagakure added. “You know why you can’t be with him. You know what will happen if he finds out.”

“O-oh y-your right.” Mina mumbled. “I’m sorry to say this too but I think the both of you should stop seeing each other.”

“Just do him that favor and leave him (Name).” Tsuyu teared up.

Your vision blurred with tears and you wanted nothing more than to yell at them and tell them to mind their own business but… they were right. This relationship was bound to end in tragedy. You might as well stop it before it went too far. But how far was too far? Could you even leave him? Your hand, your fingers they refused to let go of the strong hand that held yours.

“You told us that you were just friends.” Yaoyorozu frowned.

“Friends don’t kiss like that Momo.” Jirou’s lip trembled. She felt terrible for agreeing with everyone, she hated that you would be forced to give up something so pure, something so raw and rare. Love. Damn how it was both a blessing and a curse to be in love. But still your hand didn’t leave Kirishima’s. Hell, the both of you were silent as your friends spoke.

“I…” You paused, your cheeks growing damp with tears. You breathed in deeply before turning to Kirishima. Your leaned up to place a chaste kiss against his plush lips. You looked at your friend and sighed heavily “I’m sorry…”

You felt your heart shatter when you let go of Kirishima’s hand. Your friends cast him sad looks and tried to reach out for you, but you brushed them off, quickly walking outside. Through the fog of tears, you made out the man who your father usually had tailing you. You waved him over and he quickly turned the ignition on.

When Kirishima and your friends stepped outside they only saw you close the door as the driver sped away.

“Where too Ms. (Name)?” He asked.

“Away.” You sniffled. “Far away. J-Just drive around please.”

“Of course.” He nodded.

The night was a clear one and you found yourself resenting the tranquility of it as you drove across the city. You didn’t want to think about anything at the moment. And you had immediately turned off your phone. And as the man kept on driving you calmed down enough to think. What were you going to do? Would you stay with him? Would you leave him and do as your family asked? No one made you feel like he did, and you doubted that someone else could evoke those feelings inside of you.

“Jin… What should I do?... I love him.” You asked the driver.

“Then be with him.” He shrugged.

“But my father-“ You started.

“Fuck your father. If he loves you he’ll let you follow your heart.” He mused “Also don’t tell him I said that, he’s the one who signs my checks.”

“It’s not that easy Jin, I made a promise and You know how my father is about promises, I’ll even have to resign and you know he’ll be pissed enough to evict me, that and I would never pursue it in court.” You sighed. “I signed the contract, so I have to….”

“Well is your job or that contract more important than that stripper?” He asked.

“No.” You pouted. “But I’m scared of what will happen to him if I don’t leave him.”

“Pfft you’re an idiot Ms. (Name) Your father can’t touch him. And the most that would happen if you ‘left’ him would be that he’d get his heart broken. And from my observations you two aren’t even official.” He grinned.

“Ughh Jin you know I didn’t mean physically harm him.” You groaned. “I mean like ruin their business. I’d hate to be the cause for U.A’s shutdown. They’re all so close and they all love what they do.” You frowned.

“Well it seems like you’ve got one tough decision to make.” He mused. “How about we hit up that ice cream place you used to like as a kid, and you think it over a cone?”

“I could use something sweet right now.” You smiled.

“I’m sorry for running away that one day.” You laughed as you wiped the rest of the sticky treat from your lips with a napkin.

“No worries kid.” He waved off stopping the car in front of an apartment complex. “So here we are.”

“Yeah here we are…” You mumbled.

“Hurry the hell up and get out.” You did so “And I won’t wait up on you~” He winked before driving away.

You rolled your eyes as you watched him round the corner. You were in a much better mood, but your heart still pounded in your chest. And with each stair you climbed you felt as if your heart was climbing up your throat. And then you were standing in front of it. 221b, Kirishima’s apartment. You had only been over to watch movies; you had never been here this late and you wondered if Kirishima was even here as sometimes he stayed at the club.

Would he even want to see you after what had happened earlier? You had kept so many things from him. But enough was enough you were going to come clean. You weren’t sure if you wanted to continue your relationship with him. You loved him yes but, you knew of your family’s influence and you didn’t want him to get caught up in it and lose something he cared for. He loved the strip club and dancing. Who were you to take that from him? Take that from his friends?

“Maybe this was a bad idea.” You whispered as you stood in front of the door. “I should think about this more.”

“(Name).”

You turned and lo and behold there stood the red head you wanted to speak to. Your mouth opened a couple of times, but you couldn’t figure out where to begin.

“E-Eijirou I… We-we need to talk.” You sighed.

“Then we should probably go inside.” He smiled.

“O-okay.” You moved out of his way so that he could unlock the door and thanked him when he held it open for you. Once inside he ushered you to his couch asking if you wanted anything to drink.

“Water is fine.” You replied. When he came back, he handed you the bottle and sat across from you on an armchair. You opened the bottle taking a few sips in order to settle your nerves.

“I-I’m… I’m E-“ Kirishima cut you off by standing and walking over to sit next to you. It seemed as though he had a fascination with holding your hand as he held it in his.

“(Name) do you love me.” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. You were overwhelmed with emotion from the tender look he gave you.

“Yes, Eijirou I-I love you. I love you so much that I’m here doing things I shouldn’t be doing.” You sniffled hanging your head. However, Kirishima was having none of that and brought your head up by placing his fingers on your chin.

“I love you too.” He smiled. “And I don’t care who your family is or what secret your keeping from me. All I know is that I have never felt like this for someone.” He blushed bringing your hand to his lips to press a kiss against your knuckles. “And I desperately want to be with you.”

“Eijirou, I want to be with you too but-“ He pressed his finger to your lips.

“Your dead set on telling me aren’t you.” He sighed. “I-I get the feeling that when you do tell me you’re going to leave and bid me goodbye.”

“I have to.” You mumbled against his finger.

“But you don’t want to.” He uttered. “Please whatever it is c-can it wait till tomorrow?” He stuttered, his waterline shining with unshed tears.

“Eijirou please.” You sighed pushing his finger from your lips. “Don’t make leaving you harder than it already is.”

“Then don’t go. Give us a chance. Give me a chance (Name).” He begged. “Whatever it is that you’re scared of I promise we can face it, together.”

His thumb wiped the tears cascading down your cheek. “Let me love you (Name). Let me show you how much I love you at least for tonight… Let us have this fantasy even if it’s only for tonight.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Let’s be selfish tonight and forget everyone and only think of each other.”

“Kirishima Eijirou.” You chuckled. “What are you saying.”

“I’d elope with you, you know.” He grinned, placing a kiss on your nose.

“You're crazy.” You whispered against his lips.

“Crazy for you.” He mumbled.

“You're so cheesy.” You hummed.

“But you love it~” He teased.

“Eijirou shut up and just kiss me.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. He leaned into you, his lips pressing against yours softly. Moving against yours with such fluidity that you thought you’d melt. His fingers caressed your cheek as your hand fisted his jacket. His other hand left yours to trail up your side, his fingers ghosting up your waist made you sigh into his mouth. He pulled back; his crimson eyes looked to be staring at your naked soul.

“Can we-

You didn’t let him finish; your lips found his eagerly your fingers tangling in his thick hair. Whatever was holding him back released him and he kissed you with just as much fervor. His hands glided across your clothed body touching every inch of you. Memorizing every curve and dip your body had to offer. Your fingers tugged at his jacket and he quickly shrugged it off.

He smiled against your lips when your hands slipped under the mesh shirt he wore. He was caught off guard when you raked your nails down his chest. The sound he made was verbal sin and it had your cunt trembling in anticipation. You bit down on his lip and he parted his lips without complaint. You ran your tongue across his coaxing it to roll around with yours while his fingers worked on getting you out of your clothes.

You panted, your face burning when you pulled away from the heated kiss. The lack of oxygen made your head spin, but you wanted more. You wanted to touch him, needed to touch him.

“Eijirou” You gasped as his tongue ran up the length of your neck. His tongue lavished the sensitive skin of your neck and he reveled in each soft sigh you let out. He couldn’t help but groan at the moan you let out when he bit down on a tender spot. Kirishima worked fast as you hadn’t noticed that he had stripped you of your top layer of clothes. There you laid on his couch in nothing but your undergarments.

It was a feast for his eyes. “Your so beautiful (Name).” He panted brushing his thumb against your bottom lip. He had dreams of this before, dreams of you panting underneath him, dreams of you screaming his name in pleasure but damn was the real thing so much better looking. Your skin felt so soft and smooth under his hands. Each touch to your skin felt as if he was touching fire and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t eager to slid inside of you right there and then.

But this was about you. This was about showing you how much he loved you. You yelped when he pulled you on top of his lap suddenly. Your crotch was pressed snuggly against his throbbing length, but he made no move to shift. Instead his fingers curled around the material of his shirt and he carefully tugged it off, making sure his nipple piercing didn’t get caught in the mesh. And it didn’t matter how many times you’d seen Kirishima strip each time left you in awe. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself and as his hands went around your back to remove your bra, yours went to toy with the metal bar on his nipple.

“Nngh” Kirishima groaned at the pleasurable sting of having the industrial bar pulled, his hips jerking up into yours when you did it again. “A-again.” He gasped fumbling with the clasp of your bra when you took his nipple into your mouth.

Once the pesky material was out of his was, he palmed your chest. Sighing at the softness of your breasts. But he wanted to see you, so he gently tugged you back, his eyes drinking in your half nude form. “Fuck your so damn perfect.” He shuddered brushing his thumb against your nipples, grinding his hips against yours as you arched beautifully for him.

You gasped out his name when he tugged at the hardened buds, squealing when he took its twin into his mouth. Your body felt so incredibly hot and each touch felt like a shock of electricity. You buried your face into his neck as you continued to roll your hips against his, the friction amazing but you wanted more.

You were practically leaking, your slick penetrating through your panties dampening the material of his jeans. You tugged at his hair, whining when he bit down on your nipples in retaliation.

“Mmmnn E-Eijirou p-please I want you~” You moaned.

You shrieked when he stood up suddenly and you were quick to wrap your arms and legs around him. He gripped your ass as he walked you to his room. He kicked the door open and bee lined it to his bed. You let out another yelp when your body bounced off the bed.

“Eijirou!”

“Say it again.” He moaned as he crawled between your legs. He lifted up your right leg and placed a kiss on your ankle. He continued to kiss his way up your leg as you watched him with your lip caught between your teeth. He always looked erotic, but he looked downright lewd between your legs. You shuddered when he kissed your inner thigh. You flushed in embarrassment when he nuzzled his nose against your clothed slit.

He placed a teasing kiss against the damp spot and went higher his teeth latching onto the hem of your panties. He slipped them off your hips slowly and you had to fight the urge to cum at the action. He was such a theatrical tease. The fucking irony. Once the flimsy garment was gone you were left bare before him. His eyes drank in your form for the millionth time and he couldn’t help but be thankful.

His lips pressed against yours in an out of place delicate kiss. “You’re a gorgeous (Name). I can’t believe how lucky I am.” His words made your heart throb. “I’m going to worship every single part of your body tonight. And I apologize in advance if you wake up with a sore throat.” Your cunt clenched at those words.

With another kiss he disappeared from your line of sight and traveled down your body. “You have such a pretty looking pussy (Name).” He hummed kissing your clit appreciatively. You covered your blazing cheeks in embarrassment.

“E-Eijirou!” You cried out when his tongue flicked across the sensitive nub. His hand placed your leg over his shoulder as he licked a strip up your cunt. His other hand reached out for yours tangling your fingers together as he brought his other hand to toy with your sopping hole.

“Ah~” You couldn’t stop yourself for vocalizing your pleasure as he slipped two fingers deep inside your cunt. Your pussy took them in easily and gave the digits a greedy hug. Your hips bucked up against his face as his fingers stroked your silky walls searching, searching for-

“Ah f-fuck! Yes, right there~” You mewled when his fingers brushed against the patch of ridged skin inside your cunt. His tongue continued to swirl around your clit occasionally lapping at the gooey slick seeping from your dripping folds.

“Mmm” You whined when his lips closed around your clit, his fingers entering your cunt in rapid succession. Your hips rocked against his face wildly as you felt yourself grow close. When he added a third finger you couldn’t hold it off anymore. With a cry of his name you teetered off the edge and let your orgasm embrace you. It washed over you like a blanket making you whimper when Kirishima’s fingers continued their task.

You would have thought him done but the man pulled out his fingers to stretch your labia apart. Watching as your pussy squeezed around nothing as if missing his fingers. He couldn’t stop himself from getting a taste and the sound that left you was impossibly high pitched when you felt his tongue dip inside of you. He slurped and drank down you’re cum as if though he were starved and as he continued to do so you felt yourself climbing higher.

Only when you came on his face again did he pull back up. And as he saw your heaving chest and took note of your teary eyes and trembling thighs he knew; he knew that he would never be complete if he didn’t have you this blissed out often. Jeez it was his first time with you and you already had him drunk off of your sweetness.

“If I’m only ever allowed one thing to eat in life this.” He placed another kiss to your swollen lips “Is what I’d choose.”

He let you regain your bearings as he removed his pants sighing contently when his cock was free from the confined pressure. He was so stiff it hurt. And when you caught sight of him your legs parted subconsciously. He was big but you had already gathered that from how many times you’d see the imprint of it while he danced, and from the times it was pressed up against you.

You licked your lips at the thought of his cock sliding inside of you, splitting you in two. Just as you had seen before his dark pubes were trimmed, he wasn’t just long he was also thick with two building veins running alongside each other. You couldn’t help the snicker that left your mouth.

“Find something funny darling?” He asked, hissing when he closed his fist around his shaft. You gulped thickly at his facial expression and answered him.

“I just thought of a meme you sent me the other day.” You giggled.

“Seriously? Your thinking of meme? Now?” He laughed.

You laughed along with him getting onto your knees to touch the impressive phallus. He moved his hand to allow you to grip his pulsing cock. It felt hot and heavy in your hand and you ran your closed fist up and down the length of it teasingly.

“You know which meme I’m thinking of.” You mumbled ruining your thumb across his slit.

“Nnn W-which o-one.” He groaned.

You pushed him back watching as he fell onto the bed with a surprised expression. He didn’t have time to react when you kissed the head of his aching dick. He panted as he watched you pull back his pre connecting your lips to his cock. Kirishima moaned when you licked the drop from your lip.

“I’ve never wanted to suck dick so badly in my life.” You whispered, making Kirishima choke. Fuck he didn’t know that meme could sound so sexy. But he wasn’t about to let you. Hell, with how long he had been holding back he’d cum the second your lips wrapped around his girth. So, instead he kneeled pushing you right back down and pulling you closer by grabbing the bottom of your knees.

“Maybe some other day babe.” He winked as he teased your entrance with his weeping member.

“Hey! no fair you Ah!” It was a tight fit but fuck it felt amazing to have your walls flutter around him. He dreamed of this but the real thing? Nothing compared to it.

The way he stretched you out stole your breath away. And when he pulled back you were about ready to riot only for him to grace you with a deep thrust. His pace was slow and deep, and your toes curled whenever he bottomed out. Hell, you didn’t think you would be able to take him all!

“F-Fuck you feel so amazing.” He gasped. “E-even better than I imagined.”

“E-Eijirou~” You gaped his name with every push of his hips. And you down right squealed his name when he rutted into you harder. “Fuck yes! Oh my gosh H-harder! Eijirou Mmmm P-please~”

And who was he to deny you? His rutted into you quicker his pace increasing with every thrust. You couldn’t keep up with him anymore but each time his cock hit you just right it felt heavenly. He pulled your legs up higher allowing him to go even deeper than he already was. And when he angled his hips you saw the light. Kirishima stuttered when your walls clenched around him after he found you’re a-spot.

His jaw dropped and it took every ounce of self-control not to cum as he took in your blissed-out expression. Your teary eyes were rolled back into your head and your tongue poked out your mouth provocatively. So much so that he took it into his and continued to pound into you. Every squeak was swallowed by his mouth as he took your breath greedily.

You couldn’t feel anything else besides him. Your mind was filled with him, filled with how amazing this felt and how much you loved him. You pulled away from the kiss to cry out your declarations of love. ‘Fuck ungh I love ah~ Eijirou I love you so much’ It was all a blur, a blur that ended in the most intense orgasm you had ever had. Hell, you didn’t even notice when Kirishima pulled out and finished on your chest.

“F-Fuck that was amazing.” He panted as he laid down next to you. He let your breath even out before pulling you closer and placing a kiss on your shoulder. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this with you.” He hummed.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I wanted you too.” You breathed

“Not as much as me.” He grinned bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your fingers. “I’ve had to stop myself from pouncing on you over one hundred times.”

“Only one hundred?” You teased.

“Well only one hundred times when we were watching movies in my apartment but if you count all the other times and places.” He played along.

“I love you.” You smiled.

“And I love you more.” He grinned rubbing his nose against yours as he cuddled the hell out of you.

“Oh yeah?” You taunted.

“Are you trying to start something here (Name)? Because I promise you, I can still keep going.” He grinned.

“And who the hell said I can’t?” You antagonized.

“When you wake up tomorrow and you aren’t able to walk remember that you asked for it.” He smirked climbing on top of you. Only for you to switch roles.

“You are sorely mistaken if you thought you were going to have your way again. Now sit back and let me choke on your cock ‘cause that’s been my fantasy for months now.” You grinned.

“You know watching you cock on it has been one of my many fantasies too.” He matched your grin. “This just proves it.”

“Proves what?” You asked settling between his thighs.

“That we’re soulmates.” He smiled. It was something so out of place in the lewd situation, but it was uniquely him and it was also something you loved about him.

“Your so cheesy.” You flushed.

“But you love it.” He grinned. “O-Oh shit, G-give me a warning next tim-Nngh”

The sun peaked through the blinds and like a mischievous scamp decided to play across your eyes. In other words, it roused you from your slumber and you groaned at both the light and the dull ache between your legs. It was then that you noticed that you weren’t in your room and that strong arms held you close to an equally strong chest. Kirishima Eijirou. You sighed blissfully recalling the night the both of you spent ‘tossing’ in the sheets. It was everything you had dreamt of and more. Last night confirmed everything you already knew. You loved the stripper known as Red Riot.

You couldn’t stop the smile that split your face when you noticed that he had brought your things into the room. Your clothes laid folded up on top of his desk and your phone charged beside it. How was Kirishima so damn considerate?! He was the literal definition of perfection. And his soft sleepy snores were like music to your ears. Gosh you were so whipped. And as much as you wanted to see those ruby colored eyes you figured you should let him sleep.

You wiggled out of his arms, giggling at the way he pouted when he didn’t feel you in his arms. You grabbed your phone from the dresser to see the time and the sun stopped warming your body. Your blood ran cold and you recalled why you were in Kirishima’s apartment in the first place.

Your lips trembled but you knew it was now or never you had a decision to make and so knowing how much you loved him you decided to send a follow up text. And you loved him, so you sent:

{Follow up text}

Decisions are hard and there even harder when we perceive that we are making the best choice but what is the best choice? Is it well thought out? Is it a leap of faith? Is it following your heart? Or listening to your brain?

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