#don’t move too quick or you’ll spook him

[reinekefoxart]

@k0komi

#severus snape #sus #snart #what is this man not weary of ? #don’t move too quick or you’ll spook him #snape fanart #Snape clip #diagram by k0komi

[delirious-donna]

A Kiss But At What Cost? [Part Seven]

story summary: Your best friend lets you crash at her place over the spring break since you have nowhere else to go. Little did you know that it isn't actually her place. Instead, it belongs to a tall (grumpy) hot guy who finds you in his apartment–her brother.

chapter summary: The time calls for a movie night and one you’ll be sure to rope Kento into. A good old-fashioned slasher movie sounds just right, but how will the end of the night go once you’re all spooked out?

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: SFW, fluff, two oblivious idiots, yet more emotions, bad communication, mentions of horror movies and tropes, if you can tell me what the movie at the end is you get a gold star

Part Six | Series Masterlist | Part Eight

Popcorn? Check. Cozy blanket? Acquired.

“Hm…” You hummed quietly, turning on the spot in the living room. The lights were set low, the thickest of the blankets from the basket in the corner ready for you to crawl beneath for your movie night, but something was missing.

A drink, of course.

Padding back into the kitchen, you bent your head to investigate the contents of the fridge, debating on a Diet Coke or a beer. The noise of someone clearing their throat made you jump, bumping your head into the door of the fridge in the action of whirling around.

“Ouch!”

Kento winced before quickly schooling his features into neutrality. You turned with a frown etched on your brow, and he couldn’t blame you for it this time. Moving forward, he stood by your side to reach inside and a grab out a bottle of beer, popping the top easily.

Your scowl deepened, more annoyed at the flutter in your stomach at his ease of opening the beer without even looking at the damn thing. “Aren’t you going to apologise?”

“Sorry,” he said with a shrug. “I didn’t think you’d still be so jumpy this far into our little arrangement.” He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a quick sip, eyes moving to the ceiling which presented you with the open opportunity to watch whilst his throat worked to swallow the frothy liquid, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

A thought leapt from the recesses of your brain, and your pout turned into a wicked smile before he could blink. How would mr ‘stick-in-the-mud’ cope with a couple of scary movies? It would be beyond hilarious if he turned out to be a scaredy cat given his imposing stature and presence, and the chance to find out was too delicious to pass up.

“Got plans this evening?” you asked with an expression you hoped looked nonchalant. Before he could answer, you pulled out a can of Diet Coke and cracked open the ring pull with a low hiss.

“None to speak of. Why?”

Your hand linked through his arm with a wide grin, pulling him away from the kitchen to the cozy little nook you’d crafted for your movie spree. You gestured towards it with a theatrical “ta dah” and glanced up to meet eyes of hazel alight with confusion and a hint of intrigue, if you weren’t much mistaken.

“What’s this? You’ve made a… nest on my couch,” Kento guessed, scanning the bowl of popcorn and bar of unopened chocolate resting on the faraway arm. He wasn’t so stupid not to realise that this was clearly a movie night, but he was doing his damnedest not to think too much about your hand curled around his bicep. One wrong move and you might take that touch away, and he didn’t want that, not yet.

“Wow. Don’t tell me you didn’t watch movies with Karin growing up, because I know it’ll be a lie. That girl is more of a film buff than I am, no way you escaped that.”

Kento scoffed. “You’re correct. I did not escape, though there were many times I sorely wish I had. If I have to watch When Harry met Sally one more time, I might do something drastic,” he admitted with a laugh.

“Not a fan of romcoms, Nanami?”

“I didn’t say that, and it’s Kento, stop changing it back. There are a few that I can…” He paused, searching for the right word. “Tolerate, I guess.”

Your eyebrows rose in clear curiosity. Slipping your hand out of his arm, you rounded the couch and settled next to your snacks to pat the seat next to you in invitation. Kento swallowed, a wash of heat licking up both sides of his neck and he fought the urge to pull at the neck of his sweater.

“I don’t have any romcoms on the menu for tonight, sadly…” You added just to see his eyes narrow and his lips thin in displeasure. “Come join me, please? I’ll even share my popcorn.”

A moment passed where you simply stared at one another, your heart in your throat at the thought of being rejected, but it didn’t come to pass. Kento took another swig of beer and made his way to you, sinking into the couch with a sigh of resignation that didn’t sound genuine at all. You hid your smile behind the can in your hand, twisting to look at him and meeting determined eyes.

Kento crossed an ankle over his knee, settling against the cushions. “I’ll pass on the popcorn, too noisy,” he teased, smirking when you blew a raspberry in his direction. “So, if it’s not lovey-dovey nonsense, what are we watching?”

He should have taken the wide, almost twisted grin as a hint, but once again he was oblivious to your devious ways. What a fool he was. Except, in the long run, you were the one who would have something to worry about…

~

A piercing scream tore through the sound system, followed immediately by one of your own, although thankfully not as loud. You pulled the blanket to your face, covering your eyes from the gore feast on the screen. It didn’t help that you could hear Kento chuckling by your side. So much for the idea that he might be the one taking the starring role as scream queen… dammit.

The first movie had been a classic, one you had both seen before and it was nice to be able to laugh along with your handsome companion at the overused tropes featured in many of the slasher movies from the eighties and nineties. Groaning almost in sync when the lead female chose to run deeper into the house than take the open door that led outside and booing when the killer miraculously managed to traverse the same distance as the comic relief sidekick without even breaking into a light jog.

It gave you time to indulge in conversation as well as keeping pace with the plot. You shoved him playfully when he refused to indulge your curiosities as to which, in his words, lovey-dovey movies he enjoyed. Not even your best pleading puppy eyes could get him to relent, the curl of his lips so telling of his enjoyment at your frustration.

However, he did share some juicy tidbits about his sister that you were sure to tuck away and use to embarrass Karin at a later date. She more than deserved it given that other than one short and snappy text message, you hadn’t heard from her in all the time you had been staying here. Some friend. The bluster was all feigned when you examined it, and you refused to dig any deeper.

Karin and Kento were so different you would have never guessed they were related, yet you liked them for completely different reasons. You wondered if you would keep in touch once… no, it couldn’t be like that, and you knew it deep down. This was a temporary situation that would be forgotten soon enough, you lied to yourself with a long swallow of your drink. It wasn’t worth ruining the evening by moping. Deciding it was for the best, regardless of what your heart tried to yell, you forced the feelings into a box and refocused on the here and now.

It warmed your heart to watch as Kento slowly relaxed further, his limbs losing the tension from when he first joined you, an arm draped along the back of the couch and his beer balanced on his thigh, hand loose around the glass bottle dripping in condensation. He was pretty funny when he wanted to be, making you nearly choke on your drink several times over when he offered his bitingly sarcastic commentary on the situation on screen. At times you thought his ears even looked a little red, but you couldn’t be sure given the lack of lighting. If it was true, then it was adorable that he got enjoyment from your genuine reactions to his jokes.

With the second movie fast approaching the climax of the horror, you regretted the decision to ramp things up. Most of the movie you had spent tucked tightly beneath the blanket covering your lap, squeaking at every little jump scare and even more so when Kento moved unsuspectedly. All of it was ammunition to the laughter Kento levelled at your expense, and more than once you reached out to smack at his arm with him feigning noises of hurt when you knew very well it was the lightest of touches.

Oh, he was a menace alright.

Kento, not for the first time during your stay, felt like he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. He watched your bravado disappear in the face of a movie you weren’t familiar with, and tried not to think too deeply when he felt the desire to pull you into the side of his body. It wasn’t worth the headache. His beer was long finished, and his hands felt too empty, fingers twitching against his thigh and pinching at the stitched seam of the couch to distract himself from what he knew would be inappropriate thoughts. He would not sully this evening with his own selfish desires.

You shrieked once more when the villain popped out unexpectedly, however, this time you lunged sideways and buried your face into his arm that lay between you both. He nearly yelped himself, barely holding back the strangle of surprise when your nose rubbed into his bicep and your small fingers curled around his forearm. His heart rested in his throat, glancing down with wide eyes and almost missing when you spoke in a hushed whisper.

“Tell me when this bit is over.”

Tentatively, he lifted his arm and your hold tightened as if he were trying to shake you off. Kento murmured a gruff affirmation and refocused on the TV. You dared to lift your chin, blinking at his unwavering expression fixed straight ahead whilst he settled his arm around your shoulders and gently drew you closer. His jaw clenched, and you nearly backed away despite your heart hammering in your chest from the movie playing, but when his fingertips rubbed gently against your upper arm… it was game over.

You melted into his side, inhaling the scent of his expensive cologne surreptitiously and smiling into the soft knit of his sweater at the lingering aroma of coffee that infused his clothes. Clearly, he was a man that ran hot given the output he was currently kicking out and the longer you remained in this position, the less you felt like the blanket was necessary. It was far from unpleasant, in fact, you longed to wrap yourself in his warmth. Who needed a blanket when you could have him instead?

Closing your eyes, you smiled indulgently, knowing it would be hidden from view. This was nice—more than nice—it felt right. Like you belonged here, and you should make up for lost time by refusing to move when he inevitably tried to pry you off.

The moment didn’t come.

At last, when Kento signalled that you could look again, he didn’t make any move to shove you back to your corner of the couch as you had assumed he would. No, instead, he slouched deeper into the seat and rested his cheek atop your head like a boyfriend or a lover might do. It was comfortable, welcoming after all that had transpired in such a short space of time and honestly, you wished you had the courage to fist the front of his sweater and drag him into the desperate kiss you longed to bestow on his lips.

The walls that both you and Kento had built around yourselves were beginning to crumble like sandcastles being washed away by an approaching tide. The water was unstoppable, or so it seemed and the air in the room felt charged with possibilities.

The credits rolled and neither of you made a move. Kento held himself back for fear of something he couldn’t define, and you lacked the courage to be the first to act after the incident in the bar. Two idiots, that’s what you amounted to, and it was endlessly frustrating.

“I guess it’s time for bed,” Kento said, straightening in his seat but still making no effort to untangle you from his chest.

Alarmed, you jerked upwards and shook your head violently. “Oh no no no. There is no way you go straight to bed after horror movies!”

“I don’t plan on staying awake all night if that’s what you’re insinuating,” he countered with a sharp arch of one eyebrow. Your hand remained flush on his thigh now that you weren’t moulded into his body, and he did his best not to notice.

“No,” you pouted, exhaling loudly through your nose. “We watch something funny then go to bed. And you have to stay with me because…”

“… because you’re scared.”

You smacked him dead centre in his chest, rolling your eyes when his chuckle deepened into a rich baritone belly laugh that made your legs tremble. Thank god you were sitting down. “Shuddup.”

There was a part of you that wanted to retreat into his warmth, to make yourself a home in the space beneath his arm and listen to the beat of his heart until you found yourself too tired to resist the pull of sleep, but that was asking rather a lot.

Not for the first time, you wondered if he could read your mind, or if your thoughts were simply so obviously written across your face. Kento lifted the remote with his right hand and waved you towards him with the left. There was something unreadable in his expression, a tightness around the eyes and chiselled jawline. Again, you wondered how much of this he wanted to participate in, but the allure of his offer was too tempting to miss out on.

You resumed your position, legs tucked up and your torso leaning into the strong support of a man you were falling for. Fuck… why did it have to be like this? Closing your eyes for a moment’s reprieve, you resolved to do something about it—anything—because living this way, with these feelings and desires was taking its toll.

“That one,” you piped up when Kento passed over a movie you knew inside out. You convinced yourself that a good laugh would solve all your immediate problems and wriggled into a more comfortable position. The other matter could wait until the morning.

“A fine choice,” he murmured more to himself than anything. A smile returned to his face when the familiar movie of an overzealous police officer deployed to the seemingly pristine British countryside for showing up the city force began to play on the screen.

An hour in and your delightful laughter had stopped. Kento felt the rhythm of your breathing deepen, a swivel of his eyes told him exactly why—you were fast asleep. He gazed at your sleeping face for longer than he realised, his neck stiffening from the awkward position but not caring for the dull ache. Your features were smooth, relaxed in a peaceful slumber. There was no sign of your trepidation following the scary movies and he smiled gratefully.

You were so pretty. The truth of those words cemented into his brain, and he doubted anything could dissuade him. He couldn’t remember a time when he had gazed longingly at a previous girlfriend or lover like he was right now. There was something different about you, and yet so right that he ached to admit it out loud. Ever since the woman in the museum had mistaken you for a couple, offering advice that seemed to be tailor made specifically for his worries, he couldn’t get the idea of opening up out of his head.

His fingers graced the apple of your cheek, stroking your skin delicately like the flutter of a butterfly’s wing. Your face turned into the soft affection, a long comforting sigh exhaled through slightly parted lips and Kento fell even further. Why couldn’t he have met you under normal circumstances? A memory of your frantic flailing when he surprised you in his bathtub brought humour to his heart rather than the mortification of the day itself. It certainly made for an interesting story…

It took longer than it should for Kento to realise the movie had ended. Black velvet darkness decorated the quiet room, voyeuristic shadows clinging to the walls from the dark light of the blank television screen, still on but with nothing to display. The silent witnesses watched on whilst his heart beat faster and faster, head moving closer to your face until his lips brushed your forehead with heartfelt reverence.

The kiss was momentary, one singular frame in the grand scheme of his life, but to Kento, it felt like the defining moment. His old life, daily routine, the endlessly long hours at work, working out every morning simply to fit the aesthetic he believed to be the most suited to his lifestyle, it all seemed completely meaningless.

He thought of the books that lined the shelves of his office, most still unread. The places he dreamed of visiting—far flung countries with soft white sandy beaches, foreign cities with beautiful architecture to explore and even places closer to home that he never had time to venture to. How much of life was he missing out on? The food he could sample. The interests he could test out to see if any stuck, the people he could make friends with, the woman he could love…

Shit.

You were changing his entire world, and you had no fucking clue. He shouldn’t have kissed you. That realisation burned into him with vigour, the blazing inferno of his self-loathing at taking something that was not freely given, churned his stomach. Should he wake you and admit what he had done? No, it wasn’t fair to you.

Kento manoeuvred himself into a position to reach beneath your thighs, lifting you with ease into his arms and you didn’t even jostle at the movement. His eyes never left your face as you nuzzled into his chest, small fingers holding onto the fine threads of his sweater as if you were scared to lose your place, to lose your security. He wished he could be that for you, but he wasn’t sure if he was strong enough.

With the utmost care, he placed you into your bed, carefully unpicking your fingers and pressing the sheets into your palm as replacement before tucking them around you. Kento smiled when you murmured something unintelligible in your sleep, turning onto your side and burying your nose into your pillow with a gentle moan that spoke of nothing but comfort and peace. Despite kicking himself for the earlier kiss he had stolen without permission or consent, he found his nose and lips nestled in your hair once more. Again, the kiss was fleeting, and he stood to his full height and wished you a pleasant sleep under his breath before closing your door and disappearing behind his own.

He had a lot to think about, some decisions to make that could alter the course of his life and it was likely that not much sleep would come to him this night despite his earlier conviction that he wouldn’t be awake all night.

Sighing heavily, he scrubbed a palm down his weary face until he could catch his reflection in the bathroom mirror, the strain evident in his features.

“What do I do?”

#delirious writes #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento fluff #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[bettysupremacy]

omg what abt steve getting a crush on this more rebel, punk-like reader? usually sees her with a guitar or smoking out back somewhere, but he’s worried that he’s not “cool enough” to talk to her

maybe she comes in at the family video to rent a horror movie or something and he finally tries to start a conversation

ajdkdk sorry hope this isn’t too specific, have a great day!!!

hi aster!! thank you for the request it’s adorbs

Robin sits under the counter of family video sorting return movies into boxes.

It’s a perfectly tedious task that she doesn’t mind doing. In fact, she usually fights for it, leaving Steve to take her assortments and shelve them. Except today he forfeits his duties, opting to stand and complain. Loudly.

It’s not that Robins over it, but she’s over it.

“You don’t get it, Robs.” Steve eyes the front door morosely. “She’s so cool. She plays guitar.”

Robin laughs loudly, pulling Gremlins out of the kids box and into the horror box. “So do like, a gillion people, Steve.”

“But she’s good at at.”

Robin shrugs. He got her there.

“And she likes that one band.”

She nods. “Thank you for that.”

“You know which one I’m talking about.”

“Because you gave me so much to work with.”

He glares down, but she doesn’t see. “Long hair?”

“Kiss?”

“Long hair, no face paint.” He adds.

“Iron Maiden? Van Halen? Dokken? Metallica?”

“Metallica!” He nudges her with his foot excitedly.

“Well she likes all those bands.” She shrugs, kicking the loaded romance box away.

His head shakes. “Eddie got his grubby little hands on her.”

“Eddie is her brother, and liking the same bands as your sibling is normal.”

“Still.” He sighs.

His inability to talk to you haunts him. A painful reminder that he’s no longer king Steve.

The door chimes.

“Who is it?” Robin asks.

Steve kicks her, she punches him.

You walk in, destination in mind. He watches silently as you move to the horror section, smiling as he sees you mouth your ABC’s to find Friday the 13th.

You look exceptionally pretty today, he thinks. Black band tee, black skirt, black headband, you look like you’ve shopped in Eddie’s closet. Not that he’s complaining.

You hop up to the counter.

“That was quick.” Steve smiles as he scans the bar code with the little red light. He drops it to the counter when it beeps, typing into the new computer Keith ordered a week ago. “Friday the 13th?”

“Uh huh.” You smile. His knees buckle.

“It’s a great movie, you’ll love it.”

“I don’t know,” Your finger traces the wood countertop. “I’m easily spooked.”

He looks away from the computer, waiting for the receipt to print. “You watching it alone?”

“No,” You laugh. “Definitely not.”

“Oh,” He deflates. “With you’re boyfriend?”

Robin pinches his calf, he resists the urge to kick her again.

You laugh a little louder, a little sweeter. Steve finds the contrast of your look and the sound dizzying. “No, Steve, my brother.”

“Right.” His soft laugh is an air of relief. You roll your eyes, smile plastered onto your face you fear permanently.

“Yeah, Ed’s really tears up these horrors.”

“You look like you would too.” He puts the receipt in your bag. Dropping it to the counter with a soft thud.

“What does that mean?” Your head cocks.

“No I just.. you know- like..”

You laugh, and even though it’s at Steve’s expense, he hopes it’ll happen again. “I was kidding, Steve.”

“Oh,” he breathes, smile playing on his lips. He looks down at the counter. “That was mean.”

Your eyes crinkle. “I’m sorry”

“You don’t look too sorry.” He laughs, a little breathless.

“What can I do to apologize?”

His smile stutters. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

You look around the store and his mind wanders places he feels guilty for. “You wanna come watch it with us?”

You kick the wall softly, nervously. Robin can feel it.

“What?” This isn’t real.

“Yeah, come over tonight. We make popcorn, and he’s buying candy right now.” You search for his eyes now. “Please say yes it’s the least I could do for being so mean.”

“I don’t know.” He hands brace against the wooden counters, a gentle reminder that this is real. Like Robins pinch. “..Eddie would be okay with it?”

“You’re already friends with him, it’ll be perfect.” You grab your bag from the counter, the plastic loud as you wind it around your hand. “And then I’ll have someone to protect me.”

He hears Robin breathe out and dares a look under the counter. She’s grinning like a madman.

You don’t give him room to object, walking to the door and turning around when you hear the chime. “See you tonight. Bye Robin!”

Faint giggles are heard under the counter. Steve feels sick.

And then you walk out. Steve’s heart dragged along behind you.

Robin hops out of the counter. “You got a date, Steve!”

His shoulders droop. “With Eddie.”

“So what?” She claps his back “I doubt he’ll actually be there.”

“Yeah.” He breathes, “It’ll be fine.”

Robin nods once, walking into the back room. “And I’ve finished sorting. Have fun!”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve x you #steve harrington x fem! reader #steve stranger things #steve x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x y/n fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem #steve x y/n

[goddess-evelle]

In this video X

We coded it so that

Our girlfriend edges us every time we die. If we cum we lose. Can we beat the game, or will we end up coming, and losing the game? We are about to find out.

Warnings: Edging, unprotected sex, breeding kink (kinda), desperation, possessiveness, hair pulling kink, eating out. I think that’s it

A/N: I am dying, but I loved the way this came out. Enjoy!!!! First time I write something so long in one go

This writing is based on the video of Dream and Sapnap sharing damage.

Words: 4,073 in total, divided in 5 parts.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

“It will be fun, come on! Don’t be a coward. Are you scared that you are definitely going to lose? I mean George and Sapnap already agreed to do this challenge. Just say yes you dumb huge baby” You practically begged Dream to accept your video idea.

You knew it wasn’t easy for Dream to give up control, but you were hoping that he’d agree to the video. Mostly because you wanted to see him suffer a bit, but also because it was a really good idea. They can’t even complain because you’ll be doing most of the work anyways. They just had to sit pretty, play and not cum. That isn’t even difficult, or at least it seemed that way to you. You were used to being edged almost every time you had sex, so it had become something that you enjoyed and needed.

You won’t lie, it took a couple days to get Dream to agree, but something in you told you that it was going to be worth it. You couldn’t wait to see his stupid face all red and teary; exactly how he had you when he fucked you dumb. Of course, you only wanted to return the favor, it’s the least you could do for him. Your other two boyfriend were happy and quick to comply; they loved the idea of you having so much control over them at least once. George always presented as a sub, so he didn’t surprise you. However, Sapnap amazed you with how quickly he joined into the idea. Usually, he fought for control with Dream, so you’d imagine he liked to be in control, but maybe he just wanted to spend as much time as possible with you.  

Patience is a virtue that you were lucky to possess. Specially when Dream took 2 weeks to finally decide *news flash* that he wanted to be part of the video. The setting of the video was simple. Three desks munched together in the master bedroom. The computers barely touching; to say the least it was comfortable for a few hours. You smiled at the three man-children sitting in the chairs arguing about who should get you on their lap. Of course, you had to do something to be able to get them all content.

“Don’t worry you’ll get more than just having me in your lap if you lose” you winked finishing your sentence and continued “I will have to edge you each time you lose, so I don’t think it matters. I’ll just watch from the sidelines until… you die” you gave a mischievous smile as the boys gulped at your implication. However, they were quick to move to their respective seats to start the game. They were slightly scared that they would have to attempt to not die when they had to share damage. I mean sure Dream and Sapnap would probably kill each other just for fun usually, but there was George and his obsession with eating a FULL steak when he only had 1 hunger bar down. Of course, it was going to be difficult, but it wasn’t rock science. You knew they’d figure it out.

“In this video, my friend coded it, so that we share our damage. However, if we die, the person that got us killed has to get edged by our girlfriend. Will we be able to win without too much stimulation or will we end up overstimulated? We are about to find out.”

Firstly, they were confused underestimating the challenge (Like usual) Talking about how they were “Professionals” and they wouldn’t even die a single time. It was no surprise that George was the one that got them all killed. The boys cursing as they had gotten way too into the game to remember the real challenge of the game. Therefore, you were expecting the spooked jump that George gave as you suddenly appeared kneeling in front of him. He swallowed nervously as he looked at the other boys with a snarky smile that was soon wiped off his face as you yanked his pants off. His cock resting softly against his right thigh; you bent slightly down to give a kiss to the head of his dick watching it twitch at the touch. The boys were quick to catch on to what you needed as Dream walked right next to George bending down to spit right on top of George’s cock. You smiled up at him gracefully as you started pumping his dick softly although the way Dream spat on his cock, and the kiss you gave him had him already half hard. It only took a minute for him to get completely hard. You kept pumping him as you bent down to start lick him. George held onto the armrests of his seat as he tried his best to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth. You smirked at the action; even in this moment he was still trying his best to be a good boy. You winked at him shortly before starting to move your mouth effectively sucking him off slowly. His head thrown back as he got himself lost in the pleasure. Eyes rolling back as he could feel the tightness of your throat around his length. The wetness your mouth provided had him almost going completely crazy. His hips buckled into your mouth as his whines and moans got more desperately. Hard cock being engulfed by the tightness of your mouth. The gummy wet feeling bringing him close to heaven; a harsh tug of your hair pulled you back from the wrecked man that was trying his best to stop himself from cumming in your mouth. Dream was quick to pull you back from George as he started watching the way the older man was slowing losing his sanity. You pulled away from George as Dream helped up from your knees.

You weren’t too surprised to see that Sapnap was already hard in his pants as he took a long look at George. You smiled at him as you bent down to spit in his mouth like he had done to you so many times; you simply wanted to give him a taste of George’s precum. Sapnap immediately swallowed as he let out a moan at the taste of the older man. You smirked as you took a sit back were you used to be as the boys got less happy with the idea of the game; they just wanted to fuck you as they continued to play the game reluctantly. They resumed the game as George grunted about having to start over again while the other boys teased him about being whiney because of the edging. You watched the game intently until Dream stupidly got knocked back into a cactus making Sapnap (that had low health) die. Unsurprisingly, the two of them started bickering about who’s fault it was until a sharp clap cut through the discussion making all of them turn towards you. You sat silently with a smile in you face as both boys swallowed nervously.

You walked towards Dream slowly cupping his cheek as you looked into his pretty eyes. “Come on baby, you know that was your fault.” He mindlessly nodded entranced by having your lips just a gasp away from his own. He closed his eyes waiting for you to make your lips collide together; you simply swiped your tongue against his awaiting. His eyes opening quickly at the unusual feeling of your wet muscle. You swore you saw his eyes getting just a bit darker as he understood what had happened. You could hear a distant “shit” from one of the boys, but you were too focused on the green orbs in front of you to even analyze which of the boys said it. You didn’t need to tell him any further as he took off his pants. Cock springing free from his pants looking almost painful; you took him by surprise as you pushed him back onto his chair. Mouth hanging open as you looked straight at his eyes using one hand to push your hair away from your face while your other handheld his cock; your own mouth parting to let out a blob of spit onto the head of his cock. His chest rose violently at the sudden heat from your spit hitting the tip of his cock made him shiver. Your hand wrapped around his cock without a second thought which made the tall man jump at the sudden feeling. His cock practically jumping into the hole you made with the hand that held your cock as he accidentally fucked his cock into your hand. He looked almost weak which was ironic to think that your 6’2 boyfriend could look so submissive just for you. The sight just tickled the right parts of your brain making your mind almost hazy with the feeling of being in power after so long. His nails digging themselves into the armrest of his gaming chair, and you wished you could engrave this picture into your eyelids to watch it forever. He was pushed back into his chair almost making it lay down completely; neck holding his head forcefully in position just so he could see your movements on his cock. Veins bulging in his arms as his nails dug deeper into the armrests of the chair. His chest was moving quickly up and down as he tried to calm himself down, but his hips seemed to ignore him as they bucked into your hand with such force. The action sparking a small memory in your mind of how that same movement of his hips could make you cry every time he fucked you. The memory disintegrating in the distance of your mind as you were brought back to reality by a rough hand wrapping around yours. You looked into Dream’s beautiful green eyes to find his eyebrows pushed together as his mouth let out whimpers begging you to hold him tighter. He implored you to squeeze your hand around him as if your hand could ever compare to how well your cunt squeezed his cock. He was letting himself go just a little too much, but just when he forgot the whole point of the challenge. Just when you were giving him exactly what he needed your hand pulled away; ripping with you a loud whine from your boyfriend. Hips fighting to get his cock back to your hand. Whimpers and groans left his lips as he tried his best to calm down after you stole the sweet relief from him.

#sapnap x reader #dream smut #georgenotfound smut #dream x reader #dream team smut #dreamwastaken smut #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap smut #dream team x reader #dream team

[smallestapplin]

I can't wait for Arthur to break out the baby pictures 🤣🤣🤣

Honestly.

You’re gonna come over for dinner, Ingo and Emmet in tow.

You’ll be greeted by Arthur, who’s wearing a pink lovedisc apron and making dinner.

But once that’s been left to shimmer, he’s slamming not just one, but two giant (very nice) albums.

He’s very involved with his family, and very close with his sons.

Hell, the only reason you didn’t meet their dad soon was just because of work, and how exhausted they were.

So you’ll be sitting next to this giant of a man, while Emmet is trying to get the albums away.

“Dad, please.”

“Emmet.”

Emmet loses once again.

Though both Ingo and Emmet try to hide their faces, as they are just so embarrassed.

Blushes darkening when they hear you coo and awe at how cute they were!

“Oh, this picture was taken after Emmet learned how to walk.”

“DEAR DRAGONS NOT THAT ONE-“

Arthur chuckles “You think he’s a menace now? The second that boy learned how to move his legs, there was no stoppin’ him. He’d take off like a zubat outta hell.”

The picture in question shows a baby Emmet, dressed as a little train conductor, with what looks to be Arthur’s hat in his hands.

Being help up by the scruff by Pepper the Herdier, who doesn’t look too amused.

“He managed to snap a pork chop, that I had yet to cook, and bolt the second I had my back turned. Luckily Pepper was already on him.”

“And somehow, in the span of two minutes, Emmet had already left the area, teething on a raw pork chop.” Ingo chimes in, cackling at the offended gasp his twin lets out.

“I am Emmet. And I hate both of you.”

The three of you laugh, knowing Emmet is just playing.

But it’s hard not to laugh when he’s sulking like that.

“Ooo what about Ingo?”

Oh that gets Ingo to fall silent.

“Yeah dad! What about him?” Emmet’s grin turns evil.

Arthur hums for a moment, flipping through a few pages before tapping on a picture.

“Don’t know if you noticed, since it’s healed up so well. But Ingo’s got a scar on his hand, because when he learned to walk, he wanted to play with all my Pokémon.”

You remember the twins telling you Arthur worked as an engineer, and worked on keeping the subway safe.

His team was made up of a Herdier, a Ferrothorn, a Klinklang, a Excadrill, a Conkelder, and a Lampent.

You also recall earlier seeing pictures of the Ferrothorn(named Buddy) with styrofoam balls on each of his spikes.

“He wanted to pet Ruby, my Excadrill, but she was sleepin’ when he crawled over. She’s a good girl, and is mindful of her claws, but he spooked her. She jerked her head up and cut his hand.”

You look at the picture, and see it’s baby Ingo, being held up by a very guilty and sad looking Excadrill, meanwhile despite the cut, Ingo looks happy to be held by the Pokémon.

Arthur snorts “He’d throw the biggest fit if I tried to put him to bed, he wanted to sleep on the Pokémon’s bed with ‘em.”

“We have videos of it.”

Arthur’s eyes light up at the mention of the home videos.

The large man is quick to get up and go looking for them.

You look to your boyfriends with a smile.

“I like your dad.”

They both sigh, they are so relieved you do, but now you’re going to happily sit through every childhood story.



#oc.arthur #submas oc #submas’s dad #pokemon #pokemon imagines #submas #submas emmet #submas ingo #pokemon x reader #submas dad has got me down bad he’s all I want and I think he’s a real chad-

[dayfalwastaken]

Spider-Man, the Other.

Being in a hurry, he hadn’t wasted time checking out the cutting-edge equipment, going straight for the glass container in which the Symbiote had been kept. A small, cylindrical capsule with metal hatches that lacked inside decorations. It’d reminded him of an aquarium. The empty, sad type that didn’t have any algae or other ornaments for the fish- aliens in this case- to swim in.

The Klyntar had noticed him almost immediately in spite of its lack of eyes. It had stopped moving and stuck to the glass as he’d descended from the vent above, and Peter could’ve sworn he’d been judged harshly for his fashion sense. What had most likely been happening was the Symbiote trying to decide whether he was a threat or not. He did look very different from the Oscorp eggheads that had done God knew what before he’d arrived.

Ultimately the Symbiote had retreated from the glass as he’d stepped closer. Either in fright, caution or dismissiveness, he hadn’t been able to tell. He’d stopped before the container and had taken a quick moment to appreciate the way in which the alien lifeform moved. Reminiscent of what he’d known it to be like, the Klyntar had been ever shifting, going from a black puddle to interwoven tendrils and a mass of living goo in a matter of seconds, never keeping its form stationary.

Peter hadn’t been sure how to interpret its constant movements. Had it been attempting to intimidate him, was it in a panic, excited to see someone that wasn’t dressed in a lab coat? He’d had no idea. It hadn’t felt as if it was being hostile, as it’d made no attempt to lash out at the glass or anything of the sort, but…

Well, gauging the reactions of a cephalopod-looking creature wasn’t what he’d call a cakewalk.

Slowly and silently, he’d reached for the metal hatch, and it had been in that instant that the Symbiote had shown clear signs of being afraid. It had gone transparent, merging perfectly with the glass, not even distorting space where it had previously sat. Invisibility to rival Susan Storm’s. No hiss of hostility, no nothing. Just a swift defense mechanism- a fight or flight response where the flight had won. It’d occurred so fast that Peter still wondered just what in the heck had been done to the poor Symbiote before he’d gotten there.

But he’d been determined to get it out of that capsule before his time ran out. Calming himself first, he’d knelt down until he was crouching in an attempt to appear as nonthreatening as possible. He’d still kept his hand on the hatch, but he’d been careful not to make any sudden moves.

“I know you can’t really understand what I’m saying, but I’m not here to hurt you. Believe me, that’s the last thing I wanna do.” He’d said despite knowing the chances of being understood were nonexistent given how no one, as far as he knew, had bonded with it prior to that.In response, a small shudder had passed through the air where the Symbiote had camouflaged itself. At least that was confirmation it’d been able to hear him.

“I don’t want to spook you or, you know, rush this, but we are in a bit of a hurry.”

Another shudder.

Talking with it is good then. I can work with that, he’d thought.

“Um- we’re both gonna be in big trouble if we don’t get out of here as fast as possible, is what I’m trying to say.”

And a third one.

“And, yeah, I know you have no reason to trust me, but your chances aren’t going to improve if you stay here either. The guy that runs this joint- ho boy, let me tell you, he is not the kind of man you wanna hang around with.”

In a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment, he’d managed to catch a black stain manifesting in midair for a few milliseconds. A hint of curiosity, perhaps.

Yes! Okay, greatgreatgreat. I got this.

“You’re… scared. Or close to it anyway, and- that’s uh, reasonable, yeah! I’d be too if I was in your shoes, but you don’t have to be. Just…” He’d been at a loss for words. Nothing could’ve prepared him for how to approach this. “I just want to help you.” He’d admitted quietly. “I think we can help each other… You don’t have to be alone and… I don’t have to go at this alone.” His voice had barely been above a whisper as he’d spoken that. Peter liked to believe the Symbiote had at least sensed, in some capacity, that he’d been honest.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have an explanation for why space had begun rippling before steadily turning back into that familiar noncolor. Maybe it had been feeling his emotions and realized he had no true intentions to harm it? Whatever had prompted the shift in attitude, he’d more than welcomed it.

But some amount of mistrust was still present. If he had to describe it, he would’ve said it was a similar sensation to his Spider-Sense going off, only instead of being alerted to danger he was being gazed at by thousands of eyes that weren’t there. All studying him and looking for clues that would imply deceit or malice.

The Symbiote had found none, however.

Maybe it’d been his imagination, but Peter was positive he had experienced some sort of… well, relief being transmitted from the Symbiote. In return, a humble spark of pride had lit up inside of him. Like the Symbiote acknowledging that he meant well was enough to put him at ease for what they were about to do, and… He’d been thankful for that.

Calculated in its pace, Symbie had taken its time crawling to the front of the container, standing stiffly on the other side of the hatch. It’d extended a thread, touching the metal with its tip while another one had formed to reach for the glass, towards Peter.

“Alright. I’mma get this open for you… Nice and easy.” He’d dug his fingers into the cover and, courtesy of his super strength, crushed the metal so that the airtight seal would break and allow it to come off.

The Symbiote for its part had not flinched at the creaking sound, waiting patiently for him to remove the hatch, but Peter had still clenched his teeth in deep focus as he’d concentrated on making as little noise as he could.

Once oxygen had flooded the cylinder the small tendrils had pulled back, not unlike how coil springs would. The Klyntar had produced a sound akin to a low growl, though one that hadn’t been directed at Peter at first sight.

They’ve been keeping it in a vacuum this whole time? I mean, it did come from space so that does make sense, but how’d it hear me with no air to..? Ah, it was sensing the vibrations coming through the glass. Yeah, sure, I can see that.

Tinier tendrils had timidly creeped out of the tube, attaching themselves to its sides and dragging the rest of their mass outside. Peter had moved his hand back a little, having wanted to allow the Symbiote to initiate the bonding itself, only it too had been hesitant to start.

“Don’t worry, I’m having second thoughts about this as well, but I still think it’s worth a shot. What do ya say?”

In a motion that could’ve been interpreted as nothing else besides a nod, the Symbiote had pushed its front half up and down before scaling the gap in-between and wrapping around Peter’s hand in one clean go.

No amount of shocking from Electro could’ve prepared him for the sheer current that had gone up his nervous system the moment he’d made contact with it. Electrifying his every cell as it’d made its way up his fingers and arm, the Klyntar had stuck to the suit like glue, and Peter hadn’t been able to resist freezing up.

Quick yet gentle in its ascent, he’d felt it seep into his skin faster than it had covered the red, rushing to spread throughout his body. It had slithered its tendrils through his veins, pushing his blood every which way as it had traveled through his muscles, past his tendons and over his bones to reach his spine.

A scorching heat comparable only to the Sun had hit him then, and combined with the sudden feeling of suffocation from his lungs seemingly filling with fluid as the suit had been fully covered- he’d thought he’d passed out. It’d certainly appeared like he’d gone under, given that for a few seconds his vision had been obstructed by pure darkness.

In spite of that, what was more of a presence rather than a voice had told him, softly, to remain calm. Connected to his brainstem and fastening around his neurons, he’d shared, for what hadn’t been nearly enough time, a profound sense of togetherness with the Other.

While his hands had acted on reflex, clawing at the void to allow himself to gasp for air, Peter had floated, undisturbed in a dreamlike state. Somewhere in the middle of reality and his subconscious, time had grinded to a halt, and a missing piece he hadn’t known he’d been missing had found him.

He’d heard it speak, not in words but in emotions, in a way that would always transcend human speech. For however long they had been like that, he’d known what the Klyntar been saying and vice versa despite not uttering a single sentence. Peter hadn’t minded.

He had felt exposed, naked even, like every facet of himself- all that he was and ever would be had been put on display for all to see… But there hadn’t been any judgement. Instead, a glimmer of reassurance, bright in its intent but too slow in its pulse, had flown from Symbiote to Host.

Or had that been the exact opposite? Now, the more he thought about it the less he understood it. The Other had been silent since leaving Oscorp as well. No shared innermost thoughts or sentiments that’d make him privy to what it was thinking, although he was more than sure his own were being read.

He’d have to be patient, he guessed. Bonding was a two-way street. The Symbiote was more than likely just as affected- in a good way, maybe, hopefully- and was doing its best to figure out what this all meant for itself. He just couldn’t see the tells of that as it was happening. Therefore, from his perspective it was pretending to be lifeless, he hoped, just for the time being.

It was fine. Peter could wait.

(Preview for an upcoming Spidey fanfiction called "Red, Black and Blue", which will attempt to explore how Peter Parker's life would change if he had kept the Venom Symbiote instead of discarding it, with a twist! Set in a "composite" universe of sorts that combines aspects from multiple Spider-Man incarnations, this fanfiction will tell its own unique story unrestrained from a pre-established setting such as the MCU or Earth 616, so there can be no limits on the type of story being told set by those respective mediums.)

#RBB #Red Black and Blue #Spider-Man #spiderman #spider man #spiderman fanfiction #spider man fanfic #Peter Parker #Venom Symbiote #Klyntar #symbiotes #Peter Parker keeps the Venom Symbiote #Spidey #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfiction.net #ao3 fanfic #ao3 fanfiction #preview #snippet #out of context #subject to change #symbiote spider man #black suit spider man #venom spiderman

[triforce-of-mischief]

Hook, Line, and Sinker

Febuwhump Day 14: Captivity

Rating: T

Whump count: impalement of hands, blood, description of injury

Word count: 1400

Summary: While raiding an enemy pirate ship, Link and Tetra find a captured merman.

AO3

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Link didn’t try to hide his anger and disgust as the pirate crew inspected the contents of the enemy ship. The loot must have been stolen from all over the Great Sea, and most of it should never have fallen into hylian hands. Link wandered the captain’s quarters, ignoring the man’s furious shouts as Gonzo dragged him back to their own ship. The enemy captain and his crew would provide a handsome reward back at Windfall, but Link was more concerned about the cargo.

The potted plant on the captain’s desk was none other than a shriveled Deku Sapling, identical to the ones Link had traveled around the ocean to revive with forest water. Link hoped that it wasn’t too late to return it to the Koroks. A birdcage in the corner of the room was so densely packed full of Morths that they couldn’t do anything more than blink at him with large, pleading eyes. Shattered pieces of Joy Pendants littered the floor, pulsing with melancholy energy.

The enemy captain and his crew were a nasty lot, and Link was glad to help rid the ocean of them.

“Link, you’ll never guess what I found!”

He ran belowdecks to find Tetra waiting in front of a glass tank taller than they were. “Don’t freak out or make any sudden moves,” she warned. “I don’t wanna spook him.” She stepped aside to let Link see for himself, and his jaw dropped.

Sitting in the tank was an honest-to-goddess mermaid.

Aryll was absolutely obsessed with mermaids, and Link had heard many of Grandma’s stories about the mythical creatures. They were often found by pirates and fishermen (in times when fish had been able to survive the ocean), who usually set them free after realizing their mistake. However, Link did remember a few stories where the mermaid had been captured and shown off as a prize from the depths. Grandma had always described them as pressing their hands against the walls of their enclosure and begging to be let out.

This mermaid was laying motionless at the bottom of the tank, facing away from Link and Tetra. No- as Link walked closer, he realized that this was a merman. He was slightly curled around himself, protecting his tail and hands. He didn’t stir at the sound of the young pirates, and if Tetra hadn’t said anything, Link would have thought that he was dead.

Link knelt in front of the tank, watching the merman closely for signs of life. “Hey… can you hear me?”

The creature shuddered, and Link counted that as ‘good enough’.

“Should we try to get him out?” he asked Tetra.

“Yeah, we probably should,” she said. “I think that lever over there is attached to some kinda contraption that should lift the net he’s laying on. Come help me with it, and hurry!”

Tetra was right, and they were able to activate a pulley system which slowly raised the merman out of the water. They ran to ease him down to the floor, pulling the net away so they could check for injuries.

Link started by the merman’s tail while Tetra examined his Hylian half. Link tutted as his eyes tracked loops upon loops of fishing wire wrapped tightly around his tail. The wire was thin but strong, and sliced through pink scales where it was most concentrated.

“It’s not pretty, but it should be easy to cut through,” Link announced.

“Wait, Link- it’s worse than you think. Come take a look at this.” Tetra’s voice betrayed underlying fury, and Link was quick to scoot to her side.

Link wasn’t normally one for queasiness, but he almost puked when he saw what the enemy pirates had done to the merman’s hands.

Instead of simply tying the wire around the merman’s wrists, the pirates had chosen an excessively violent method of restraint. The fleshy webbing between thumb and forefinger was speared clean through by a fishing hook, one on each hand. The barbed tips ensured that the merman couldn’t pull them out without damaging his hands beyond repair. Only then was the wire looped around the hooks, connecting his hands to each other and his tail. No wonder the merman was afraid to move- any amount of jostling would mangle his limbs even further, and he must have been in a lot of pain too.

Link muttered a string of curses that made even Tetra’s ear twitch, then reached for his adventure pouch. He heard the merman hiss, but he didn’t look up as he said, “Don’t worry, we’re going to get you taken care of.”

He pulled out a dagger, unprepared for the merman’s earsplitting shriek.

“Put the knife down, you idiot!” Tetra yelled, and smacked Link’s arm. “I told you not to spook him!”

“Ah, right! Sorry!” Link quickly set the dagger on the floor, then raised his hands to show that they were empty. The merman quieted, and for the first time, Link looked at his face.

Link wasn’t sure how long merfolk lived, but this one was young. He must have been a teenager, only a few years older than Link and Tetra. Violet eyes, burning with intelligence and distrust, stared right back at Link. The merman bared his teeth and hissed again.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Link said quickly, still showing his empty hands. “We just want to get you free from that wire and heal you so you can go home. Okay?”

The merman grumbled a bunch of garbled almost-words, then nodded. He remained still as Link picked his dagger up and prepared to cut the wire leading from the hook in his near hand.

“Tetra, can you hold the wire taut?” Link said, showing her where to hold it. He held the hook steady with one hand while the other positioned the blade in between Tetra’s hands. “I’m going to cut the wire now,” he told the merman. “Try not to move. I’m really sorry if it hurts more.”

The merman growled throughout the entire operation, but Link and Tetra managed to sever the wire and disconnect it from the hooks. Link carefully took one of the merman’s hands in his own to examine the injury.

“I think, if we pull them out at the same time, we can convince a single fairy to heal both hands,” Link said. “Can you grab one from my bag?”

Tetra placed a bottle beside Link, then made her way around to the merman’s other hand.

“Okay. I’m going to count to three, then Tetra and I are going to pull the hooks out. Then I’ll free the fairy and she’ll heal the merman. Ready?”

The others nodded.

“One.”

The pirates each took hold of a hook.

“Two.”

The merman took a deep breath and braced himself.

“Three.”

With one swift pull, Link slid the dull end of the hook through skin and webbing until hook and hand were no longer one. He tried not to look at the bloody, gaping hole between the merman’s fingers as he quickly uncorked the bottle. Tetra tossed her hook to Link as they watched the fairy swirl around the merman and heal his hands.

“All fixed up?” Link asked, lifting the merman’s hand for one last check. Tetra did the same, and the merman demonstrated that he could easily flex his fingers. The merman grinned and pointed at his tail, which was still wrapped in layers of tight wire.

“Oh yeah! Hang on a minute.”

Link and Tetra unwound the wire in no time, and the merman gestured for them to step back. The young pirates watched as scales and gills and webbing fused into flesh, and suddenly there was a normal, hylian boy laying on the net.

“Thanks for the help,” the older teen said, sitting up and checking himself for remaining injuries.

Link realized that the teen’s legs were crisscrossed with thin, lightly bleeding lines from the wire. “Oops, sorry about that. I have some extra potions back on our ship if you want to come with us.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Link helped the teen stand and launched into his chatty mode before they even left the room “I have a lot of questions, including but not limited to: how can you do that, why didn’t you change back sooner, and why did the other pirates even capture you in the first place. That can come later though. My name’s Link, by the way, and she’s Tetra. What’s your name?”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #linked universe wind #lu wind #linked universe legend #lu legend #linked universe tetra #lu tetra #febuwhump 2023 #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday14 #tw impalement #tw hand injury #tw blood #tw injury #fable writes

[therabbitthatpostthings]

A comic I might draw later

HEAVILY inspired by MorningMark and that one scene from Casper meets Wendy (1998).

TLDR: Luz friends love her and will defend her from any threat, even petty human teenagers. Playing real fast and loose with magic and Gravesfield okay, I don't know how magic transfer over now that The Titan is gone and King is still too young but we don't have to get in to all that okay. Also this isn't proofread, this is just a silly little idea I had.

So Luz is back in human realm to finish school along with Vee. Going about her daily goings about. On days like these she likes to walk around and just think/talk with String Bean. They can’t be in the Boiling Iles every weekend so taking a walk around Earth’s nature will have to do. She is human after all. Well no one said Luz’s return was a welcomed one (and after her whole speech about Phillip in class I doubt high schoolers spared her), but who is she care about their opinions? She’s the daughter of the greatest witch who ever lived, sister to a literal god and is friends with the most powerful witches the Demon Realm has ever known! Of course no one on Earth knows or would believe her (spare Jacob), but it’s the thought that counts!

All in all her days passed by fine, save for a few particular classmates. Classmates that had known Luz since she moved to Gravesfield and seen her jump from wierdo, to normie, to reserved and now somehow even weirder? The teasing never stopped or at least you get used to it, is what she told herself. More accurately what she told to String Bean on this particular walk.

“I can’t wait for break to come! Bump finally said yes to opening a Flyer Derby Track!” She cheered. String Bean hissed happily. She turned her head towards the tree line in confusion, like a puppy. Hearing something, she quickly turned into a staff. Luz was quick to grab her worried something might of spooked her.

“This is hilarious, I know you don’t have any friends but talking to a stick is a new low.” A familiar snide voice called from the tree line coming from the bushes and onto the path.

“Ugh Anna.” Luz rolled her eyes as the three stepped out, Anna and the other two girls Luz never really caught the name of.

“If I annoyed so bad why are you always following me? And I do have friends FYI!”

“Yeah, yeah I know. Your ‘super cool and awesome friends from out of town’!” She mocked “Weird that no one’s ever seen them before-“

“People have seen them, they were here for Halloween! They were in my Summer Break Presentation!”

“Oh yeah they were,” one of the follower girls said. Anna sent a stern eye her way before striding over to Luz.

“Whatever. Doesn’t change that you don’t have any friends at school and it makes sense! All you do is creep people out.”

“You think I want to friends like you?” Luz scoffed

“Excuse me-“

“You’re so rude to everyone around you, I doubt even those two like you.”

“What do you know?! Everyone thinks you’re weird!”

“Well if being ‘normal’, whatever that means, makes me like you? I’ll pass.“

Anna huffed in anger lunging towards Luz and grabbing onto the staff. They struggled, pulling towards each other. “Stop it! You’ll hurt her!”

“Her?!” Anna pushed off her back foot taking Luz down and grabbing hold of String Bean. She raised it above her head. “It’s just a stupid stick-“

Before she could slam String Bean down, a sheet of ice covered the path took Anna and her two followers down. String Bean was tossed in the air and caught by a figure riding a long vine.

“Luz!” Willow called out, the vine spiraling down to meet her on the path. Hunter and Gus were close behind. String Bean transformed back in Willow’s hand and floated towards Luz, nuzzling into her cheek.

“Oh girl, I thought I lost you.” She cradled String Bean close.

“Is she okay?” Hunter called out finally catching up with Willow, Gus behind him.

“Yeah, just a little shaken up.” Luz replied.

“What about you Luz?” Gus asked

“I’m fine,” she smiled “What are you guys doing here?”

“Well we came to see if you wanted to hang out but it seems we caught you at a bad time.” Willow glared at the girls. They all scrambled to their feet, ready to run but were blocked by a wall suddenly appearing behind them.

“That’s bold, picking a fight and then running away?” Hunter stated

“Three on one? Talk about unfair.” Gus sneered

“I think three on three is fair enough.” Willow said, magic circles already formed.

“Guys!” Luz called. Luz looked at Anna, full of fear and for a moment saw something familiar. Even if it was fair, she sighed, “It’s not worth it, some people just never change.”

All three complied, sending their own threatening look towards the girls.

“What if they say anything?” Gus asked

“I doubt it, they would look like weirdos.” Luz smiled smugly. String Bean hissed as if to accent the point.

“See you guys on Monday.” Luz said waved off taking to the sky with her friends. Anna and her friends were awestruck at the sight but more so that no one would ever believe them.

Bonus:

“Well I don’t want to go near her- her creepy friends could come attack us again!” One of the girls yelled over the video call.

“We were not attacked, okay. Just Luz and her weirdo friends.” Anna huffed

“Get over it Anna, just let her be.” The other called

“When did this become my fault?!”

“When you almost got us killed today!

“For the last time, we were not attacked-“

A soft tapping at the window.

“Anna?”

“Hold on,” she said moving towards the window. She leaned it, examining it closely. Splattered her window suddenly was a mess of purple goo. It pulled itself off the glass and formed into a body, a face started to form from the goo. A girl with purple hair and bright yellow eyes, like a cat. She tapped on the window with a smile leaving a purple smear. Anna hesitated before the girl opened the window herself.

“Hi.” She smiled

“H-Hi.” Anna stammered

“I’m gonna keep this short cause it’s late. I’m not as nice as Luz or our friends so take this as your only warning. Never hurt my girlfriend. Got it?”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Good.” She smiled. Her form distorted as her skin turned back into a dark purple. The slime slide off the windowsill and down the side of house all the way to the forest behind.

Anna was stunned staring out the window, her friends calling her name in the background.

Meanwhile at Luz’s house, the Hexside Crew set up for a movie night. “Amity! The popcorn’s ready.” Luz called

“Coming! Ghost thought she heard something.” Amity called back. She knelt down to let the incoming abomination slip back into her vase. Amity smiled to herself as she came into the kitchen. She grabbed a bowl and kissed Luz on the cheek.

“You’re smiley, did Ghost catch something?”

“No, just thinking about this spell Em taught me. I can show it to you later.”

#shitpost #shitposting #this was not supposed to be this long #the owl house s3 #the owl house #TOH #luz noceda #amity blight #willow park #agustus porter #hunter noceda #vee noceda #hunter clawthorne #hunter deamonne #Hunter Noceda Clawthorne Deamonne #Gravesfield #I had the blonde cheerleader in mind for this but anyone works to be honest #string bean toh #damn I really wrote a short fanfic #my wattpad days are coming back to haunt me #I honestly didn't want to think of more names so I think it's funny the other girls are just “the other girls”

[lightyourpyre]

Headcanons for Jounouchi; I would’ve moved the entire post back here but there are some things I'm retconning from his time on Redeyeschaosdragon and more extensively his time on Bannerofstarlight. Because there is a lot that I'm changing and some things I'm keeping the same; which will be under the cut bc its a lot.

Jou is a former Gang leader and took over after he lead a coup against Hirotani. Before he met Yugi and after he met Tristan. He was nicknamed Two Hands for the fact he could duel wield pistols. Of which he does keep two pistols on his person, as well as three separate pocket knives all concealed but you will be able to feel them if he’s carrying you. 

He still has trouble trusting people and is more than likely to go with his gut feeling rather than other people’s. There are some he’s more willing to trust than others due to their personalities or their relationship to him. But he will act as if he trusts those he in reality doesn’t. Rather he’s keeping a close eye on them.

Has PTSD, Depression, anxiety and possibly survivors guilt though all are undiagnosed by a professional.

Has a fear of the ocean, fire, tasers, lightning, thunderstorms, being chained up, being left behind, letting people down, becoming like his father and Hirotani.... Hirotani is a big fear he still has too. Katsuya’s gotten worse at hiding them from people over the years, especially if you’re super close to him.

He is skilled in hand to hand, pistols and pocket knives but absolutely sucks at smooth talk. He is hard to sneak up on but it’s doable if you’re quiet enough or his guard is dropped substantially around you.

He’s still a car mechanic, he loves working on them when not dueling.

Hates pepperspray with a passion, would sooner suggest giving someone a taser than pepperspray.

Knife collection is huge and covers the walls of his spare bedroom.

Has frequent nightmares and panic attacks. 

He has depression but it never keeps him down because he’s just stubborn. It doesn’t always work, but he moves forward for the ones he loves and that’s enough. 

Jou does indeed have a sense of preservation though he finds that being “okay” with the idea of being sent somewhere or killed sometimes spooks the other person into dropping their guard and/or the subject.

Is a hardcore mother hen

He flocks to lonely people unknowingly because he knows what it's like to be lonely and he loved it when Tristan came to his rescue. So he does it to other people even when told to leave them alone.

He 100% does not think highly of himself because he’s done things that are far irredeemable. He hides it well behind his mask, but sometimes it cracks and it spills out whether he wants it to or not. More often than not you’ll find him biting back comments and beating his depression back with a stick.

Jounouchi has done things he’s not proud of and still does things he’s not proud of. But he figures having his hands bloodied means that another innocent can keep theirs clean.

He’s a self sacrificer, both subconsciously and consciously. He wouldn’t take his own life by any means, but he does disregard his own safety if he sees a way to save someone that might get himself injured or killed. He’s used to being the sacrificial lamb, so even when he isn’t one... He treats himself like one.

That being said, he sometimes doesn’t realize that he’s being heartless. Something deemed unacceptable to a normal person doesn’t register as wrong in his own eyes. Especially if it has to do with violence, although even that has some exceptions. He may be heartless but he isn’t that heartless.

Social cues go right over his head. If it isn’t fighting, car maintenance or it isn’t gang related, he’s a bit stunted. He only learned so much from Yugi and things that he did didn’t stick very well. He’s trying though!  

More on his ocean fear; 

Jou and the ocean don’t mix. He’s nearly drowned twice and it’s one of the closest experiences with death he’s had. Minus turf wars that got really bad really quick and Ra/coma/shadow realm.

He can swim, pools and water in general he’s absolutely fine with. It’s when you get salt and the open ocean into the picture that he has an actual problem.

He has nightmares frequently about being under the surface with the exodia cards floating just above him. Yugi coming in to save him but too far away. Or it’s the dream where he saves yugi and leaves himself to drown, vaguely seeing Serenity’s outline coming to save him.

He’s afraid of drowning, not being able to get air. Adrenaline kicking through his veins without an escape or a way to pry himself free. In Jou’s mind the ocean is a trap. He is afraid of that which he can’t control, the ocean is one of them.

Jou would absolutely be that person to sit on the beach and watch his friends have a great time. Because while he loves his friends. Nope. All of the nope.

#~.. wait this is almost all of it minus the hybrid stuff I tried to throw in when I got desperate~ #~hahahaa hoops~ #~So somebody please keep me the hell out of San Quentin; Katsuya Jounouchi~

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! Could I request Ruggie, Idia, & Rook reacting to their s/o trying to scare them with a spooky costume? Like the grim reaper with special effects, or just jumping out of a closet or something 😅

Also thank you and Happy Halloween!! 🎃🍬

Curiouser and Curiouser...

The best reaction you can get out of Ruggie is a slight jump and the widening of his eyes. He reflexes are quick, so he reacts and recovers from surprise just as fast as he first perceived it and tensed up, preparing for a fight.

"What, it’s just you? Yeesh, don't startle me like that! I almost dropped Leona-san's lunch. He'd really chew me out if I messed up his meal..." Ruggie catches your expression and snickers to himself. “Aw, don’t be like that~ You have plenty of other unsuspecting prey to jump.”

You may not have gotten Ruggie spooked, but he offers you his “services” to help spook others. The plan is this: you’ll pose as a ghost, and Ruggie will use his magic to move around a target’s limbs at your command. You’re his partner in crime, and Ruggie’s yours--and together, you tear up the town with ghoulish shrieks.

At the end of the night, your blood’s pumping, and you’re lightheaded from an adrenaline rush. Ruggie lends you his shoulder to lean on as he walks you home, letting the cool night breeze lift your tired soul.

Right as he’s about to turn tail and head home himself, he slips something into your hand: a single piece of candy, seemingly conjured from thin air, and a quick kiss to your temple. “Nishishishi. Don’t look so shocked! Those’re your treats for your tricks. It’s a two-for-one deal today.”

Idia's almost always jumpy by default, so the moment you pop out with a monstrous shriek, Idia screams just as loud as you. He stumbles over his own feet in an effort to get away, and ends up falling flat on his back, paralyzed with fear.

Idia's so terrorized that he immediately launches into a surrender speech. "I-If you're a God of Death come to c-claim my soul, y-you can have it!! I-I won't fight back! A hopelessly weak otaku shut-in like me isn't strong enough to fend off death, I'm only strong enough for opening snacks and pressing controller buttons...!! Do whatever you want to me, j-just don't lay a finger on Ortho...!!"

When Idia manages to get a closer look at you, he regains a bit of his composure. but still clings to you for support as he catches his breath. Once fully recovered, he chastises you for “cheating” and going for “the cheapest trick in the book”, jump scares. He knows you can do way better.

Idia rambles (in that very “Idia” way of his) about various reference materials and how you can “level up” your surprise attacks. Movies, video games, anime... until he ultimately decides that explaining would take too long, you’ve just got to experience these things for yourself to see why they’re so great!

He offers to escort you to a good viewing space in Ignihyde, shyly offering a milky hand to you. You happily accept—and the moment your fingers meet, it’s like sparks have rushed up his arm, setting a brand new fire on Idia’s face.

You can't get the upper hand on Rook, no matter how hard you try. This sharp hunter can sense you coming from miles away, and he's always prepared to counterattack.

Just as you leap out to scare him, he’ll expertly dodge, sweeping you up in his arms to catch your fall. Before you know what’s happening, Rook is dipping you, letting your back form a graceful arch as he gazes lovingly into your eyes. “Quelle chance, for our paths to cross again like this. Truly, we are a destined couple, non?”

You laugh it off well enough, but Rook can tell that there’s a part of you that’s disappointed you weren’t able to one-up him. And so, the next time you attempt to scare him, he puts on a grand act.

With staggering steps backward, he throws a hand on his forehead and the other over his heart, collapsing in a dramatic heap on the floor. Rook starts a soliloquy, explaining how scared he is in painstaking detail, sprinkling in the occasional theatrical shudder or sob.

He finishes his act by declaring that his heart has stopped from fright and that he can only be awoken by true love’s kiss--then he reclines on the floor and closes his eyes, pretending to be out cold. After a few moments of awkwardness, Rook cracks an eye open and passes you a sly grin, then closes his eyes again... awaiting your fated kiss of revival.

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #Idia Shroud #twisted wonderland headcanons #Idia Shroud x Reader #Rook Hunt #Ruggie Bucchi #Ruggie Bucchi x Reader #Rook Hunt x Reader #curiouser and curiouser #Reader #self insert #disney twisted wonderland

[i-growl-growl-growl]

Yandere + Mafia NCT 127 Reacts: Their S/O playfully hides from them

Req:  can you do an imagine with yandere mafia NCT 127 in which you try to escape from them and start to play chase and hide and seek, and when they find you hiding they’re shock to see you in tears and suddenly showing affection?

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Warnings: Yandere themes, mafia themes. 

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Taeyong:

Taeyong would be pissed off at you running away until he hears you giggling when he almost catches you before you manage to hide again. Realizing that you meant it as a game and not actually you trying to escape. He’ll play cat and mouse games like this with you all day though, well as long as it wasn’t an actual escape attempt. When he finds you crying, however, he’s taken aback. Anger that would usually be directed towards you flaring up, but for once not at you.

“Why are you crying Y/N? Did someone hurt or scare you?” 

He was the only one allowed to bring you pain or fear, and he’d make sure anyone else who did this to you...if it had been someone else, would suffer.

Taeil:

Taeil usually had the patience to put up with you and your games, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t strict with you. He’d play for a bit, however, once he said it was time for the game to be done he expected you to listen. When you didn’t he would get a bit fed up.

“I told you it was time to stop. This is what happens when you don’t listen to me Y/N. You’re lucky this is all it is. Now come on and listen, or I’ll really give you a reason to cry.”

Just because he’s firm with you though doesn’t mean he wouldn’t ensure that hadn’t been an outside cause for your distress. It would be quietly resolved though, without you ever knowing.

Johnny:

Johnny would be livid thinking you had attempted to escape. Not caring if it really was just a game for you. The only hope you had would be to listen the first time he yells for you to come to him...even if you were playing. When he finds you crying he’ll resolve the problem before taking you back to the bedroom and locking the door to have a firm talk with you, perhaps among other things.

“If you want to play then say so! Don’t you dare ever make me think you’re running away again or the reason you’ll be crying will be thanks to me! I can promise you that much Y/N...now why don’t you prove to me that you don’t want to be anywhere else than by my side?”

Yuta:

Yuta would have caught onto the meaning behind your “escape attempt” pretty quick, having watched you on the cameras with a small smirk. If you wanted to play, then fine he’d play. He’d know full well where you were hiding, but he’d walk right past without saying or doing anything to confuse you. Until he came a little too close only to scare you into bolting out to find another spot, he’d set a trap to catch you though and while it worked it also scared you. Yuta chuckles and wiped away your tears, moving to carry you to the bathroom to care for the scrap on your knee now.

“You’re okay Y/N, everything’s fine. This is what happens when you try to outsmart me. Let it be a lesson to never actually try to get away. Still...I had fun, so after we get you cleaned up we can play another game together, hm?”

Doyoung:

Doyoung would not be amused by your attics. He wanted to spend time with his precious angel, not chase them around trying to find them. He’d get a little huffy and fed up, eventually just attempting to settle in to watch a movie with the hopes that the smell of food and appealing sound of the tv would lure you out soon. Until he heard a cry anyways. Going to you only to realize that early into your little game you’d managed to lock yourself into a closet on accident and that’s why you’d never come out when he’d called or anything.

“This is what happens when you play these ridiculous games Y/N. I should leave you in there longer, but I’m feeling nice and am going to assume you’ve learned enough of a lesson for today. Now you’re going to be calm with me for the rest of the day like a good girl/boy.”

Jaehyun:

Jaehyun would humor you for a little bit, knowing that being in the house all the time even alone fairly often left you with a lot of pent up energy. So he’d chase you around for a little bit and let you get some of that out. Like Taeil though he expected you to give it up as soon as he said so. When you didn’t he’d just walk away, giving you the perfect opportunity to hide. Something he soon would have told you to do anyways when some of his enemies drove by shooting at your home. Him finding you in tears.

“They’re gone now Y/N, are you hurt? You’re safe with me. That’s why you need to come to me when I call you. If you listen and stay close to me you’ll be okay, otherwise I can’t keep you safe. You understand, right?”

Jungwoo:

Jungwoo like Jaehyun understands you have pent up energy, but he’ll more of watch you run around than chase you around. Eventually he’ll stumble across where you are only to find you crying which confuses him. Though he’s pleased to find out you were crying because you though he didn’t care about you enough to look for you. His heart swelling at the thought that you cared about his feelings for you and that you wanted him to come to you.

“I was just tired Y/N that’s all. I did all this for you though, would I do that if I didn’t care about you?...I guess I can play with you for a little bit though. Go on hide again. I’ll come find you this time.”

Mark:

Mark is another one who would not be amused. He’s strict, but he’s made it clear what is expected of you and this isn’t it. Not to mention the fact that he came home to ensure you were safe not to play these games. The door slamming and yelling had spooked you enough to make you cry. Mark wasn’t too fazed by that however, instead grabbing your arm and dragging you to the basement to lock you in a room down there.

“I come here to protect you and this is how you repay me? You’ll stay down here where I won’t have to hunt you down until it’s safe. Then when I get back you and I are going to figure out how to deal with your disobedience and lack of listening skills.”

Haechan:

Haechan will play with you, but he’ll catch up quickly. Which is part of why he was so shocked to find you crying when he did catch up to you.

“Did you trip and hurt yourself or something Y/N? What happened?”

When he finds out that he wasn’t the first person to find your hiding spot, but instead one of his men did with their gun drawn and scared you like this that man would suffer. Though he was a little grateful, as fun as these little games were with you he liked how you clung desperately onto him in your terrified state. So the man would probably live, albeit and unpleasant life, but a life nonetheless.

Winwin:

Winwin knew as soon as you started this little game it would lead to trouble, in fact that was the only reason he played along. He knew it would lead to some kind of situation that would have you running into his arms and he craved that. So when he found you only for you to jump out of the spot and into his arms crying he smirked to himself, loving the fact that he had been right the whole time.

“It’s alright Y/N. I’m here to protect you. That’s why you’re here in my arms, where it’s safe. I won’t ever let you go, so you have nothing to fear but me.”

-Bre

#mafia nct #yandere nct #mafia nct 127 #yandere nct 127 #mafia nct reactions #mafia nct 127 reactions #yandere nct 127 reactions #mafia taeyong #mafia taeil #mafia johnny #mafia yuta #mafia doyoung #mafia jaehyun #mafia jungwoo #mafia mark #mafia haechan #mafia winwin #yandere taeyong #yandere taeil #yandere johnny #yandere yuta #yandere doyoung #yandere jaehyun #yandere jungwoo

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the mondstadt crew

characters included: diluc, kaeya, and jean

gn! reader as always <3

tw: fluff??? domesticity??? crack??? ideal relationships w people who will never be real??? also mentions of alcohol!

an: so i’m back w a sequel to my “fluff/relationships w the liyue crew” since you guys seemed to really like it <3 thank you my heart is literally melting 😩 this post was getting too long so i excluded some of the characters but expect a part. 2 (more like part 3 but part 2 to the mondstadt version)! 

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diluc

man. this MAN.

that’s it, that’s the headcanon. 

he would literally be the most doting lover in the softest ways

SUCH a soft romantic like you thought you knew love??? nah this man will show you what love is

will constantly leave you things around the winery to convey his silent thank you’s and appreciation for you putting up with him being busy for most of the day

it’s always the most thoughtful things ever too like-

you mentioned how nice it would be to have some fresh lemonade with the hotter weather outside but it was too late in the day to actually go to the market in search of fresh lemons 

the next day you walked downstairs only to be greeted with a pitcher of cool lemonade with a side of lemon bars

there was a note attached to the handle of the pitcher <3 

“i recall you mentioning how lemonade would be perfect for the warmer weather so i decided to make some for you this morning. i hope it’s still cool by the time you drink it. love, d” 

pls sir your hand in marriage

he secretly loves it when you usher him to bed after waking up in the dead of night to see him working by candlelight on reports 

soft hands on his cheeks gently whispering about how, it’s been far too long and come to bed, darling and there will be time for this in the morning

his protests are light given the dark purple hues under his crimson eyes but he’ll still make a little fuss 

don’t let this man fool you tho he’s so so touched that you care enough to check up on him and drag him to bed!!

sometimes on the days he has a bit more free time, the two of you will quickly grab your dinners and race to the highest spot in the winery to watch the setting sun

these moments are always filled with laughter, something you’ve found you’re easily able to pull out of diluc, simply because it’s you 

uncontrollable sobbing

he would let you paint his nails black like the angsty man he is 

frankly he would let you do anything to him if it makes you happy <3 

ok but wait diluc w bLACK NAILS?? AND RINGS??? i would die on the spot ⚰️

on the topic of makeup, this man is surprisingly really good w it 

i like to think he learned after practicing on kaeya when they were younger bc kaeya was really into makeup

you found out after babysitting klee one day and trying failing to draw eyeliner on the sweet girl after her “big brother ‘bedo!”

you hastily grabbed some wipes, gently wiping off the messed up design before attempting to dive back in 

diluc however, had some down time so he decided to check up on his favorite chaotic duo 

only to be met with a pile of dirtied makeup wipes, your frustrated expression, and klee’s growing jitteriness 

swiftly moving to your side, he quietly asked if you needed help 

you glanced up quizzically before handing him the eyeliner, already looking around to find more makeup wipes when this inevitably goes wrong 

to your utter surprise tho the eyeliner is perfect??? two perfect winged lines??? in less than a minute??? WHAT

you just stood there like 😦 before diluc got back up and handed you the eyeliner 

you were short-circuiting, klee was ecstatic, diluc was worried about you 

ok last thing abt diluc 

crack! warning but the both of you like lowkey pranking kaeya 

for diluc it’s revenge on his annoying brother; for you it’s good - natured sibling rivalry fun 

every time the two of you see kaeya, one of you always swipes something of his 

small things really, it could be a pen or a handkerchief

one time, diluc swiped kaeya’s spare eyepatch and from the looks of it, kaeya’s only spare black eyepatch bc he was frantically looking for it yk he’s desperate when he even asked diluc if he saw it

the two of you spent an hour nearly laughing your asses off 

all in all, life w him is so sweet 

kaeya

pretty boy? pretty boy. 

while i can’t guarantee stability, life would never be boring w this man that’s for sure

piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 

he LOVES it, the feel of you on his back while he’s walking around mondstadt most likely carrying you to your commission 

he finds it comforting especially since he can hear the rumble of your voice against him while you recount stories, or just babble on about everything under the sun 

he is SO dramatic so obviously when y’all reach the site of the commission he has to kill all the monsters even tho the both of you agreed to split it up evenly 

he makes quick work of his set before stealing some of yours much to your chagrin 

you scold him but can you really be mad at him when he looks drop dead gorgeous freezing the hilichurls the answer is no, no you cannot be

oh my god ok wait-

he does this thing where he tries to spook you in public 

so say you’re getting groceries at the mondstadt general store

you round the corner just minding your own business, looking around, taking in the sunshine 

and suddenly you just hear someone drop in behind you but before you can register anything you hear a soft “boo” and hands circle your waist 

you jump SIKE let’s be honest you shrieked 

meanwhile kaeya’s just laughing his ass off 

you can hear his rich peals of laughter while you attempt to regain your bearings 

he does this so often you SHOULD be used to it but you really aren’t bc mans is SNEAKY-

he cards his fingers in your hair whenever you’re speaking 

he doesn’t know why, it’s just a cute habit and he finds the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing

oH on the topic of comfort, kaeya really likes resting two fingers on the back of your neck???

ik he seems like the type to throw his arm around your shoulder which yes he totally is but during more serious conversations his hand automatically seeks out the warmth of your neck 

your neck feels amazing especially during the warmer months due to his chilly fingers contrasting with your warm skin  

he likes that he’s able to access such a vulnerable part of you and you would willingly let him 

HE GETS YOU MATCHING OUTFITS

no i will NOT take criticism on this i just kNOW he’s that type of guy

it would be those stupid “i’m his” and “they’re mine” sweatshirts like BYE 

it’s so cringy but for some reason it’s oddly adorable and you truly despise it but you can’t seem to say no whenever he asks 

you pretend to ignore the look of pity diluc throws your way whenever he sees you like this

kaeya really loves accessories so i think he would be the type to give you a promise ring or something similar to show that he truly does care for you 

he would brush it off, flirting a little like usual before handing you the ring 

with the way his cheeks softly darken though, you know he’s being genuine 

TICKLE FIGHTS ik i mentioned this for childe but shhhh

he has tickle fingers??? his hands just loOK like they’re itching to tickle someone so you’ll most likely be the unfortunate victim 

he will not show you mercy. at all. he’ll tickle you until there are tears streaming from your eyes, your face is hot, and your voice is hoarse from laughing so damn hard 

it gives him such a rush of serotonin its SO CUTE 

i feel like this goes without saying but he’s super into pda,,, anything and everything is on the table 

hand holding? duh. ass grabs? ofc. carrying you bridal style around mondstadt? why not 

ik he’s typically very playful but once the relationship reaches a certain stage, he’ll slowly start to let down the walls that surround his facade 

very very slowly show you the more realistic parts of him 

the real, damaged pieces of his soul 

he’ll be carefully monitoring your reaction though, any sign of fear or disgust will have him recoiling within himself again and you most likely will never see his true nature ever again 

SO BE CAREFUL 👹

once you’ve seen the parts of him he’s offered to you, the hushed whispers of his past, and the uncertain lines of his future, he will take off his eyepatch 

pretends like he’s not super nervous but he’s SWEATING- 

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen though hands down 

you can understand why he covers it up but you would like it if he felt comfortable enough to take off the eyepatch occasionally when he’s with you 

also!!! sleeps with his eyepatch side facing you (in the event he wears it to bed) 

if this happens you KNOW he trusts you bc it’s his blindside <3 

anyways life w kaeya will never be boring but he is a very complicated man 

stay with him though, i promise it’ll be worth it 

jean

the key to jean’s heart is coffee and food 

GET HER COFFEE AND FOOD

i am begging you she deserves it 😭

the poor woman works so hard bc the knights are so mf understaffed, this is literally the best way you can ever show her your love and appreciation when she has work

she will MELT if you have a hot shower and dinner waiting for her when she inevitably returns later than she promised

will completely refuse at first with, “you did not have to do this, it’s too much” but shush her as you shOULD bc she deserves the entire world 

she’s the definition of “you do something for me, i’ll return the favor ten times grander”

you leave a flower on her desk bc it reminded you of her??? you’ll wake up to find a whole bouquet of the prettiest windwheel asters you’ve ever seen the next morning along with a thank you note

she’s so sweet BYE

she gets flustered extremely easily so you obviously use this as an opportunity to tease her 

when you’re in public rest your hand on her waist and inch it higher until your hand is underneath her shirt and in contact with her warm skin 

she’ll actually short-circuit its quite adorable 

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and you’ll hear whispers of her insecurities 

“am i a good grand master? will i ever be as valiant as vanessa?”

reassure her!!! tell her that she doesn’t need to be like vanessa, she’s already amazing as jean 

if you haven’t seen her in awhile, track her down and schedule a lunch date 

she never misses appointments and if it’s for you, she’ll gladly make time to see you even if she has to stay up even later than usual 

OH-

GIVE HER MASSAGES 

she has so much tension and the sorest muscles from hunching over papers and running around on errands 

if you sneak into her office and quietly stand behind her before gently pushing down on the sore tendons of her neck, she’ll genuinely fall over on her desk 

so make sure you steady her 😀

after you feel how tight her muscles are though, you drag her to barbara bc she needs a healer asap 😭

while most of your time is spent in her office - you helping out in the ways you can while jean is overseeing knight duties - you still have your fair share of life outside of the favonius headquarters

jean never likes to sit still so whenever you have free time, the both of you head off looking for monsters to clear

bouken da bouken???

adventuring w jean is seriously the funnest thing you could ever do 

it’s just non-stop you accidentally getting into trouble and her having to come help you 

even tho the both of you are dead tired after fighting, what? 20 hilichurl camps now??? the laughter and joy in your eyes shows how you both truly loved every minute of it

it’s both a stress reliever, good fun, and a work-out <3

you’re definitely prone to getting dragged to angel’s share w kaeya 

kaeya and jean sometimes hang out after work at the tavern so inevitably you’re dragged along too 

all three of you are drunk out of your minds which just makes everything a MILLION times funnier 

kaeya slurring over his words makes the two of you start cackling endlessly while diluc just shakes his head making sure to not give you more wine despite your pleas 

angel’s share ft. kaeya and bartender diluc are always the best times fr fr 

life with her literally feels like y’all are married 

so much domesticity it’s so NICE ALJDKSFH

your house is always so clean and the color scheme is impeccable bc jean has such a good eye 

you have a chore schedule 😎 but it almost never works out bc jean ends up doing everything without you knowing- 

you always confront her abt it and she’s like 😁 “i had some time so i did them! no worries tho” like i- time??? where bitc-

oH- she has amazing style so you can bet shopping w her is literally the best experience 

she takes you to all of the hidden gems some places lisa recommended and helps you pick out things 

will 100% get really blushy if you come out in something and ask her for her opinion tho she’s literally the cutest

basically jean is a sweet girl who deserves the entirety of teyvat that is all. 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

New Duties

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, cheating, fuck machine, toys, tied up.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Bucky’s wife is never around as much as the maid.

Based on these drabble requests:

Bucky Barnes + “If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought.” + Maid AU + Bucky is rich and married too, but his wife is never in the house so he decide have fun with the naive maid. 

Bucky Barnes + “You really think this is over?” + Fuck machine + honestly just the reader being tied up and left with a fuck machine and some overstimulation.

Both requested by anons.

The large house was often empty when you went there. You had a key on a tag and the alarm code written on it. You showed up in your black pants and matching shirt and let yourself in as you always did. You tied on your apron and looked around as you went over the work in your head. 

It was hard not to be envious of the grandiose abode. Hard not to feel bitter at all the money spent on the place and yet it seemed the resident never enjoyed it. They hired a maid, you, to clean the table they never ate at and make the bed which was the only lived-in part of the place.

You started on the lower floor as usual. Living room, dining room, kitchen, the office, the foyer, and the parlor dedicated to a carved pool table and shelves of expensive sculptures. You climbed the stairs and set off down the hall of unused rooms. There wasn’t much more to do than dust and check that the sheets didn’t smell musty.

As you approached the master bedroom, you stopped short as the door opened and you were met by one of the elusive owners of the mansion. You saw Bucky Barnes more than his wife but your run-ins were still rare. And you’d never seen him like this. You were embarrassed and off-centre as you were surprised to find him there.

He wore only a pair of silky pajama bottoms and his hair was amess, sticking out at all angles. His muscles moved under his skin as he rubbed his eyes and smiled at you. His voice was thick with drowsiness and he cleared his throat.

“Hey,” he said, “thought I heard someone.”

“I didn’t know you were here, sir,” you glanced around. It was late for him to be sleeping still.

“I took the red-eye home,” he shrugged, “don’t worry about me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, you didn’t,” you chuckled nervously, “I can come back when--”

“You sure?” he batted away the last of his tiredness with his lashes and leaned on the doorframe, “you almost jumped out of your shoes.”

“Uh, yeah,” you assured him and started to turn back.

“It’s fine, I’m up now,” he stopped you, “I’m gonna have a coffee…” he caught up to you and brushed by you, facing you as he blocked your path, “bedroom is all yours.”

You fidgeted as his eyes flicked away from your face for just and instant but you didn’t think much of it as the apron hid made your figure lumpy and vague. You nodded and gave another yes, sir. He watched you until you spun back and headed for the bedroom. You felt his gaze until you slipped inside and let out your breath at the rumpled blankets. 

You heard him descend the stairs and set down your bucket of supplies. You went to the bed and fixed his side of it. You could smell his sweat on the sheets still. Then you began to wipe down the edges of the tables and inspected for any inch of imperfection.

“Looks good in here,” his voice spooked you again. Bucky stepped inside and set his tall coffee mug on the polished table beside the door. “I’m glad I caught you, I did have a special request.”

“Oh?” you stilled the cloth and twisted it in your grip. You watched his metal arm as he he rubbed his middle finger with his thumb.

“Here,” he crossed the room and waved you over, “it’s a bit of a secret but… I haven’t had the time to take care of it myself.”

You watched as he went to the bookshelf on the far wall and he reached behind the gilded globe. He spun it slightly but you could see what exactly he was doing. There was a shift and the shelf lurched forward. He carefully pushed it over until the edge met the corner and a small doorway appeared.

Your eyes rounded in confusion and he chuckled as he looked over his shoulder, “our little secret,” he said, “I figured since you’re here…”

“I… yes, sir,” you neared as he waited, his hand on the shelf, and as you stepped by him, he quickly followed, so close you could feel his body heat.

You stopped short as he flipped on the light. A red haze cast over the hidden room. You were shocked, almost laughing in disbelief as your brain spun to process what you were seeing; leather cuffs hung from the wall on one side and a leather bench sat center with similar bounds, there was even a sex swing dangling from the ceiling. You never expected that but really, you tried not to think about your clients intimate habits.

The shelf shifted behind you and the room grew dimmer, only the scarlet shadows of the tinted bulb remained. You turned back to Bucky.

“My stuff,” you pointed to the wall behind him. There was no visible mechanism and that made you nervous.

“Oh, well, you see, I haven’t had a chance to use any of this,” he shrugged and stepped closer. You inch backwards and dropped the cloth as his hands settled on your upper arms, “Ilona’s never here, I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“Mr. Barnes,” you winced as his vibranium hand squeezed, “I should get back to my--”

“The house is spotless. I only pay you because my wife can’t be bothered to lift a finger herself or even be around,” he said.

“Please, I should go,” you gulped, “I think you, uh, you…”

“Fine, go,” he moved out of your way and smirked at the wall, “if you want to, go.”

You looked between him and the smooth wall. You neared it and shoved on it. It didn’t move. You felt all along it, searching for anything that might trigger a response. There was nothing there.

“Can you--” you began to ask but stopped as he pressed himself to your back.

He tugged at the knot of your apron and it fell loose. His hands crawled up your back and he lifted the strap over your head. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him.

“Thought you were going,” he taunted.

“Let me out,” you tremored.

“I said go, so…” he gestured to the wall.

“I can’t--”

He snickered and pulled you with him as he walked backwards. “It’s just a little fun,” he purred, “for both of us.”

“No, I-- you’re married--”

“My wife, if you can call her that, hasn’t touched me in a year, probably more,” he pulled at the hem of your shirt, “so this is as much her decision as mine.”

“No, Mr. Barnes, I--”

“Listen,” he grabbed your jaw and loomed over you, “you can be a good little maid and do what you’re told or I can report you to the agency for stealing.”

“What, I never--”

“Maybe a few of Ilona’s necklaces go missing or a few bills out of my wallet,” he growled, “we’ll see who they believe.”

“Please--”

“It’s time you start earning that tip,” he turned and thrust you towards the low bench, “now get undressed and lay down on your stomach.”

“Mr--”

“I have a gag. I have several if you want to choose,” he warned, “even if I’d rather hear that sweet voice calling my name.”

“Why are you--”

“I won’t tell you again,” he barked as he crossed his arms and paced. 

You noticed how the front of his pants tented and you slowly neared the bench. It was all so jarring, you didn’t know what else to do but obey. You couldn’t leave and you were certain if you tried, he would lose all patience. You peeked over as his metal fist tightened and a chill went through you.

You pulled off your shirt and kept your eyes down. You rolled down your pants and took your time untying your sneakers. You hesitated to strip off your underwear but a gristly breath made you wince and you added them to the pile of clothes. 

You were cold but your flesh burned as you sensed his close attention to your every move. You got down on the bench, the leather icy against your chest, and stared at the floor. Bucky walked around behind you and framed your ass with his hands as he stood over you. He pushed your thighs apart until your legs bent over the side of the bench and the cool air tickled your cunt.

“Hmmm,” he mused as he flicked his finger along your folds, “I can’t decide what I want first.”

An overwhelming wave of panic shook you and you tried to push yourself up. His hand slapped down on the middle of your back and he held you down. He tutted and reached down to slip your wrist into a leather cuff and tightened it until you whined. He ignored your struggles as he did the same to your other arm and your ankles. You straddled the bench as he pushed himself up and groped your ass again.

“Why are you making this hard?” he asked, “you’re already spread for me.”

“Please…”

He sighed and you heard his bare feet on the floor as he marched away from you. He came back around you and knelt to force the ball gag into your mouth and buckled it behind your head. Your eyes glistened as you watched him desperately and breathed heavy through your nose.

“We have a lot to do,” he touched your chin, “you need the proper training.”

You tried to talk past the gag but it only came out as muffled gibberish and your saliva soaked the gag. 

“If you think I feel bad for you, you’re more pathetic than I thought,” he chuckled and stood, rubbing the front of his pants, “guess you’ll have to wait for it.”

He left your eye line again, even as you craned your neck around. He was quick to huff and stomp back to your. He took the collar that hung from the front of the bench and secured it around your neck so you could stare at your impossible escape.

You heard something rolling behind you and metal fasteners being loosened then tightened. His fingers scared you as he touched your cunt and felt around for your clit. He teased you until you tilted your pelvis in response. You moaned around the gag as your thighs quivered. Despite your fear, it felt wonderful.

He played with you until you were wet and then you heard the same wheels. You felt a prod at your entrance, a hard silicone tip slowly slid into you until you were full. You gasped and choked as he pulled away his hand entirely. You heard a soft click then a whir and the dildo began to move, your cunt sucking at it loudly as you grew wet around it. He reached under you and a new buzz began as he placed a vibrator against your bud.

He rounded you again, his pants were gone and his hand glied up and down his dick. He watched you with fiery eyes as you tried to hold back. The flames licked from your core and crawled along your thighs and back. You shuddered and your eyes rolled back as your voice droned sloppily as the gag made you drool.

You came in defeat and hung your head. You gasped and gulped for air and your entire body tensed and released, but he didn’t stop it. The vibe kept buzzing on your clit and he only turned the machine up so that it fucked you harder and faster. You wined and rolled your head back and forth.

Another orgasm strangled you and your muscles ached from the tension as it snapped again. You lost count as the red light glared through your eyelids and a sheen of sweat coated your body. Breathless and battered, you could only twitched as you were rocked by climax after climax.

And then it all stopped. The machine shut off and the dildo was slid out of you, your thighs sticky and sore. The vibrator stilled and slipped from under you and you groaned. There was a moment of peace as your heart slowed and then a slap across your ass made you yipe.

“You really think this is over?” Bucky asked as he got behind you and bent over you. His tip pressed against your entrance and his hot breath bristled against your scalp, “I’ve only just begun.”

🧹🧹🧹

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[justauthoring]

The Matter of Significance

Prompt: The moment you’ve both been waiting years for -- too bad it had to happen under such shitty circumstances.

A/N: It’s about damn time I wrote Iwaizumi. I literally love him so much ya’ll. Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader Also, yes, Iwa-chan, go get those assholes flirting with your girl.

“You’ll come by for practice?”

“Hm,” you nod, “I might be a bit late though. I have to grab a book from the library for the weekend.”

Iwaizumi nods, but one small glance from the corner of your eye and you know he’s not all that happy about what you’ve said. With a light laugh and a shake of your head, you pull his eyes on you as you set your hand on his arm. “I’ll be fine, Hajime,” you sigh, “what could possibly happen in the ten minutes it’ll take me to get there and back to you?”

He frowns. “Lots could happen.”

Slowing to a stop when you notice your locker out of the corner of your eye, you move to put the combination as Iwaizumi falls to a stop next to you. Your eyes flicker on him as he leans against the locker next to yours, practically pouting. 

“It’s not a good look on you,” you hum teasingly.

“What?” Iwaizumi questions, brows furrowing in confusion as he turns to look at you.

“The pouting,” you smirk.

His face softens at that, and the look of amusement in his eyes tells you he understood you were only joking. However, you don’t expect him to push up from the locker, and take a step towards you. You blink at his sudden closeness, turning to look at him with a blink of the eye, bafflement flooding you at the somewhat dark look in his eyes.

You shuffle back, falling back against your locker as he traps you, his hand falling on your waist while the other falls next to your head, leaving you nowhere to look back at him.

“Hajime?”

Your voice is soft, somewhat hesitant, as you blink up at him.

And there it is, Iwaizumi realizes, though it’s completely his fault. The feeling of that line, the one between friendship and more, thinning as you stare up at him with this sort of dazed and heavy-lidded expression. Whether you mean it to be or not, it has Iwaizumi’s heart and chest constricting at the alluring nature of the look. 

Having you so close feels nice, really nice, and he wants to cross the line that the two of you have been teetering between for months right there and then. Press his lips against your own like he’s been dying to you, pull you into his arms like he’s been dreaming of, and for you to be his completely like he’s thought about time and time again.

It’d be so easy. So simple. And you’d love it even the flush on your cheeks and you’re sudden shy attitude is anything to go by. If the flirting that you’ve been reciprocating yourself for the past months is any tell.

He doesn’t want to just be your best friend anymore, he wants--

“Iwa-chan!”

And just like that, the moments gone.

Iwaizumi lets out a heavy sigh, one you easily notice, and you can’t help the way your body sinks in disappointment when he pulls away and inevitably his attention is stolen away by none other then Oikawa.

“What do you want, Shittykawa?”

“So mean,” Oikawa whines, coming to a stop before the two of you. “You were suppose to help me with some serves this morning, remember? Where have you been?”

“Sorry, Tooru,” you smile abashedly, glancing over at the taller boy. “He walked me to school this morning.”

Oikawa pouts, shoulders dropping. “The two of you always do things without me! Aren’t we supposed to be best friends?”

“We are not best--”

Slapping a hand against Iwaizumi’s shoulder, you cut him off with a sharp look, before smiling over at Oikawa. “Next time I’ll ask you to walk me to school, Tooru,” you sing cheerfully, “I promise. I can barely resist when you look so adorable pouting!”

Iwaizumi frowns at your words, shaking his head when you send him a teasing glance.

Oikawa grins, sticking a tongue out at Iwaizumi; “see, Iwa-chan? See how nice Y/N-chan is?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

The bell rings then, and you quickly move to grab your books. “I’ll see you both at practice later,” you call, moving to walk off, “be good, okay?” And your words are clearly directed at Oikawa.

“Of course, Y/N-chan!” Oikawa calls after you, waving as you make your way down the hall and eventually, getting lost in the crowd of people. A minute later, Oikawa’s sighing; “you should really just tell her, Iwa-chan, instead of cornering her against her locker and leaving her all flustered for the rest of the day.”

Sending a sharp smack to the back of his friends head, Iwaizumi scoffs; “first off, I was not cornering her against her locker,” he huffs, before his shoulders fall. “And secondly, trust me... I’m working on it.”

-

“Don’t you think Y/N’s been taking a long time?”

“Hmm?” Oikawa calls back, somewhat distracted, “what do you mean?”

“She still isn’t here.”

Licking his lips, Oikawa glances over at his friend, watching the way he hovers by the door to the gym, constantly glancing out and then back down at his phone. 

“How long did she say she’d take?” Oikawa questions, making his way over to his friend after a quick glance at the rest of the team to make sure they were still practicing. 

“Ten minutes,” Iwaizumi frowns, “and she texted me that she was at the library fifteen minutes ago.”

Oikawa frowns. That was oddly long, especially for someone who was usually punctual about her timing. “Well,” Oikawa mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. “It is a bit odd, but--”

“I’m going to look for her.”

“Iwa-chan--”

“I’ll be back in five.”

And in the next second, Iwaizumi is out the door.

-

“I-I’m sorry, Takahashi-san, but--”

“Oh! Come on! I just want your number.”

You cringe as the boy takes a step closer to you, effectively making you press your back against the wall behind you so as to create as much distance between the two of you as possible. He barely left you any room to breathe, let alone think rationally, both of his hands positioned next to your head, effectively caging you in his arms. 

It’s been ten minutes since he found you in the library, and another five since he’d followed you out into the empty hall and cornered you. He just wouldn’t take no for an answer, no matter how much you insisted you really weren’t all that interested. It didn’t help that school was over, so basically every one was gone, and you couldn’t pull out your phone to call Iwaizumi without him thinking you were finally giving him what you wanted.

“Honestly,” you persist, voice shaking somewhat as you press a hand against his chest to try and push him back. It doesn’t work. “I’m just not really looking for a relationship right now, so--”

“You seem to be pretty close with that volleyball player, what’s his name... Iwaizumi, I think?” His face hardens, and you wince at his next words, “what? Am I not good enough for you?”

“No-No!” You insist, shaking your head, “we’re close friends, that’s all. Childhood friends,” you desperately explain, “we’ve always been--”

You flinch as he slams his hand against the wall behind you, before moving to grab the hand pressed against his chest and slamming it firm against the wall. A gasp of shock leaves your lips in response, and the panic suddenly triples when you realize how tight he’s squeezing and how he’s leaned even closer towards you, forehead practically against your own.

Anger flares up inside you too.

“Okay, I was trying to be nice, but you need to let go of me,” you hiss, eyes narrowing up at him. “Now.”

Takahashi only laughs. “You think you can make demands now?” He scoffs, “I’ve been waiting weeks for my chance, worried you and Iwaizumi were actually together. When I found out you weren’t, I realize I couldn’t let you slip through my fingers again. Now,” and then he shifts, the grip on your wrist still tight, but a smile on his lips, “I promise, if you let me take you out on one date, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Without a second of hesitation, you bring your knee up, nailing him in the crotch. His grip on your slackens, and you shove him off of you, instantly turning and picking up the speed in your step. You just need to make it to Iwaizumi, the gym wasn’t that far, and then you’d be fine. Be safe--

You yelp as your wrist is grabbed again, yanked back on your feet so hard it has you stumbling back in surprise. You loose your footing, and you’re sure you’re going to fall, as the panic crawls up your throat, before the grip suddenly disappears from your wrist and you’re in a pair of arms.

Blinking, your lips part at the sight of Iwaizumi.

“Hajime...”

He’s breathing heavily and his eyes are narrowed darkly. You glance back ahead of yourself, surprised at the sight of Takahashi on the ground before you, holding his cheek as he groans in pain.

“What the--!”

However his words fall instantly silent when he catches sight of just exactly who punched him.

As Iwaizumi helps you to your feet, gently pushing you behind him, you don’t blame Takahashi for being as scared as he is. Iwaizumi looks absolutely feral and you’re sure in all the many years you’ve known him, you’ve never seen him look quite so angry.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll walk away.”

Takahashi doesn’t need another warning.

There’s a moment of silence, his footsteps echoing, where you feel you can finally catch your breath.

“Hajime--”

He spins to you, and suddenly you’re in his arms, tucked tightly against his chest, a hand nursing the back of your head. You feel then, so tightly pressed against him, the way his heart is beating madly and the slight shake of his arms as he holds you, and you slacken in his grip, wrapping your arms around him without another thought.

“I got so scared when you weren’t replying to my texts..,” he breathes, voice a soft whisper. “Are you okay?”

You nod, humming softly. “Yeah,” you echo, “just... spooked. He... wouldn’t stop.”

Pulling back, you blink up at Iwaizumi, unsure of how to respond to look he’s sending you. The deep focus of his gaze solely on you, unwavering, and the way he’s refused to lessen his hold on you. He keeps you close, steady against him, and there’s passing moment, fleeting second, where it’s almost like you can hear him say fuck it.

And then his lips are against yours. Soft and warm. Gentle and reassuring.

And it’s everything you’ve been waiting for.

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[keepingupwithpotters]

23-“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” For jily???

Hope you don't mind I used this prompt to write a second part to this one. There was a concerning amount of distress over it and I am nothing if not a compulsive people pleaser

Happy mf birthday to my bestie, my other brain cell @clare-with-no-i words cannot express how much I adore you. Hope you'll enjoy the custody of our shared brain cell for your birthday as a gift <333

He tried not to feel guilty about the loud noises his feet were making as he ran through empty hallways, an act that went against his every instinct as a Marauder. He just needed to remind himself that he was not hiding from an authority who’s about to catch him this time, rather running towards it actually.

In his haste he forgot to bring his cloak too, though what good it would do to him in this scenario was dubious. Maybe it could’ve helped with a sneak attack, but it wasn’t like they were expecting him now anyway. Occasional ghosts and portraits seeing a pair of feet run around in Hogwarts would be amusing perhaps, if he was in the mood for it.

He clutched the map in his hand tighter. He couldn’t dare to take another look at it in fear of losing time. When he first announced he was up to no good today, it was certainly not because it was a Thursday. Sirius had actually seen to that, making sure that the map was always in the hands of another Marauder every Thursday patrol, without asking for James’ input of course. Today was a fluke, his first one to be exact.

It wasn’t like he had been looking for a little dot named Lily Evans for his own selfish purposes, he was literally supposed to be up to no good before he got severely sidetracked. He winced remembering how he left the dorm quickly without giving an explanation to Peter, trying not to think about the telling off he would receive from Sirius when he got back from his detention.

Well, he could get something for Peter from the kitchens on his way back. As an apology, and a thank you.

Right now wasn’t the time for planning his return though, he first had to hurry up and reach them. When he finally turned the last corner, he had no expectations as to what he would see, only prepared to fire the first spell possible, taking his wand in his right hand.

As he took in the scene in front of him slowly, he realized that was not true, he had been expecting a fight. Certainly not… this.

His eyes passed over Cresswell quickly, cowering in a corner by himself and seemingly not moving a muscle as he stared ahead blankly. Anxiously searching for that flash of red, he finally found it when he turned his head a little to the right. Just not in the way he expected.

With the natural shock of seeing blood, he only lost a second before he ran to its direction. He felt his way around in the dark before remembering he was a wizard, doing a quick lumos to locate where the blood was coming from. The young face in front of him didn’t react to the light at all, laying dead still (not dead, not dead) in front of him. He saw his Hufflepuff tie, yellows darkening with blood, before he saw his wound. All the bleeding seemed to come from his head, his skin paling every second James left to go to waste. But healing spells weren’t his forte, they were Lily’s. He finally let his eyes find her, a coil releasing inside him with the permission.

The first thing he noticed were her hands; one of them fisted, the other one raised, still holding her wand, both shaking. He stood up to go by her side slowly, afraid to spook her out. When he was finally beside her, he saw her empty eyes were fixed on the bleeding boy. No, not empty – terrified, shaken, and devastated but not empty.

He stepped to come between her and the boy, desperate to cut across her line of vision to save her from some of that terror. “Hey, look at me. “He broadened his shoulders to block as much of that scene as possible. “Focus on me alright?”

His words appeared to have no effect on her from the way she was looking. He put his hands on her shoulders but couldn’t decide if shaking her to “snap out of it” would actually be beneficial before he realized where she was focusing on. Green gaze cut a straight line to his heart, he tried to slow it down for her sake.

Her frail hands found their way to his chest unsteadily, clasping firmly right above the beating. He let her clench the shirt between her fists, trying to encourage her to copy his breathing. When her eyes met his at last, it was his turn to lose his breath this time.

“James? What–what are you doing here?”

Her breathing still felt too shaky for him to relax, so he bent his knees to stare her directly in the eye instead. “Lily, I need you to breathe in and out at the same time as I do. You think you can manage that?”

Eyes widened slightly with a manic look, she nodded her head unsurely. Her inhales steadied comparably after a few tries, hands loosening slightly from their tight fists. Scared she would take them away, he put his own on top of hers, allowing her to ground herself as long as she liked.

“They have left.” Her voice trembled slightly. She didn’t continue until James squeezed her fists, once. “Just before you came. I didn’t understand why at the time, but I guess they thought you were a teacher.”

“Who has left?” he asked gently.

“The Slytherins. They were—” She finally seemed to remember what stood behind James. “Is he okay? I couldn’t break his fall in time. There were three of them and—”

“Did you try to take on three Slytherins on your own?” He tried not to grit his teeth, but it was hard, voice coming out clipped anyway.

“It’s not like I had any other choice. Cresswell was…” She trailed off, not sure how to finish her sentence. James knew exactly how he could finish it, but that might be his bitterness talking.

He couldn’t focus on how if he were the one with her tonight, he could’ve helped her. Lily needed his supportiveness now, not his ugly jealousy rearing its head.

“I think he has a severe head wound, but I didn’t know how to stop the bleeding. And he isn’t moving at all.”

Lily dropped her hands in a flash, running around him to go to the Hufflepuff’s side. Before he could mourn the loss of her, she had her hand under the boy’s nose, “Well, he’s still breathing.”

“Can you do anything about his injury?” He was crouching beside her now, watching her do some spells to check over the still body.

She looked pensive for a moment. “I could but if he lost consciousness there is a chance it might be something more serious.” The look she gave to James as she got up was urgent. “We should take him to Madam Pomfrey immediately.”

“I can help you with that.”

They both turned to the voice coming behind them, surprised that Cresswell was up and about. He was looking back at them sheepishly, neck flushing under their gazes.

“I think you’ve done enough help so far,” James sneered. He knew this was not the prefect’s fault per say, but the anger simmering behind his skin had not passed after hearing what Lily had to do alone, prompting one cutting remark from his lips.

He had been good so far, he deserved it.

“Why don’t you go back to your room, Dirk?” She sounded tired, and he immediately regretted his little moment of pettiness. “James and I will handle the rest of it from here.”

She turned her back to him without waiting to hear his retorts, starting to levitate the injured boy carefully. While James cleaned the blood on the floor, she waited. He tried to suppress the giddy feeling rising inside him at the act.

They started walking towards the hospital wing side by side, Lily surprising him by taking his hand. If it weren’t for the occasional blood dripping from the boy in the air, it could be considered romantic, like a midnight stroll in the castle.

They continued without speaking, until Lily finally broke the peaceful silence. “I think it was a bad idea.”

He desperately willed his heart to calm down. “What was, Lily?”

“Us not patrolling together and… other things. I may have made a mistake.”

His grasp on Lily’s hand tightened with the words. “Well, we still have time to fix it, don’t we?”

#jily #jily fic #jily canon #james potter #lily evans #james x lily #jily fanfiction #senem writes #these are steadily getting longer fuck

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SMUT, collegecrush!au, tattooed Johnny agenda, bff Jaehyun! And brief mentions of him being drunk, all the yearning, Johnny is whipped for you but you didn't hear that from me, he's got a big dick, brief dry humping, finger fucking and pussy eating bc....I'm a whore, sensual fucking cause he thinks ur precious teehee ngl I have a crush on this Johnny

A month ago, if someone would have told you that Johnny Seo would be watching The Matrix trilogy with you while sitting on your living room floor under a blanket that he'd brought to the routine occasion - you would have thought them to be crazy. Insane, even.

And not because Johnny is unpleasant to be around, quite the contrary. Despite his popularity he's one of the most levelheaded, endearing frat boys - for lack of better term - you've ever met, and you also happen to think of him as a superhero of sorts, always there the moment you need him.

It had been a party, where the two of you met - sort of. Not shocking, in the least bit, but also not the first place you would have planned to be on a Saturday night. Jaehyun, being the stubborn and puppy dog eyed best friend that he is, insisted that you come along with him - that he'd keep you glued to his side all night long.

Of course, in proper Jaehyun fashion, three tequila shots in and a game of beer pong had him barely cognitive and passed out on some ones bathroom floor within two hours. The house was big, but filled with people and between trying to lift him up while he giggled about your hair smelling so good and sweet - you also feared anyone seeing him like this. Even if it weren't the first time.

His presence spooked you, at first, a light tap on your shoulder from somewhere behind you just as you attempted to lift your aforementioned best friend for what felt like the hundredth time that night. You nearly dropped him back on his head, if it weren't for quick hands and a sturdy grip on the drunk boys slumped shoulders.

He looked like sunshine, honey skin and dyed blonde hair with the dark roots growing out - a soft, comforting smile across the smooth planes of his face. Dark ink peaked out from where the collar of his shirt had drooped, appearing to be spilling from his shoulder. Your arms felt weaker than before, and embarrassment regarding the situation began to make your skin hot.

"I got him, don't worry," he'd assured with a gentle grin, lifting your bestfriend with an ease you almost wanted to scowl at. His height had been startling too, and not just because you were sitting on someone's bathroom floor. "did you guys drive here?"

You shook your head, a sigh of frustration leaving your lips and slumping your posture as you remembered that you both had walked here. Johnny slung Jaehyuns arm over his broad pair of shoulders, and jerked his chin towards the door, which you opened warily.

"I'll drive you home, it's no problem," his voice was soft, reassuring and you were taken aback. He obviously knew Jaehyun, and you'd never met any of his friends that were so...pleasant. "let's get him to my car first."

It wasn't nearly as painful and humiliating to push past crowds of intoxicated people with Johnny leading the way, as it would have been if it were just you. No one even batted an eye at the way he was dragging Jaehyun like a ragdoll, while the boy grumbled under his breath like a child.

People looked at him, of course. Oh, they looked at him. But not because of his human luggage, and it felt odd to see so many eyes on one person, to realize that his presence has the same effect on everyone else as it did you.

He kept looking back, making sure you were still close behind him, and it wasn't until you were outside in the open that you realized he'd been clinging on to the fabric of your jacket, making sure you didn't stray. Your heart felt like it was bursting open. Focus. You'd thought to yourself.

"That's my car over there, can you open the door for me?"

You jogged towards the sleek, onyx colored SUV that looked like a shadow against the dark bushes, and in just a split second Johnny was behind you, maneuvering Jaehyun into the backseat.

"Mmm...leather." Your best friend's giggle made you all the more grateful for the fact that you hadn't had to do this alone, his cheeks bright red and eyes crescent moons from the way he gleefully grinned. Still, you love him nonetheless.

You pulled your jacket off and prepared to drape it over his body before Johnny stopped you with a gentle hand, shaking his head. "I've got two on, let me."

His jacket probably sufficed more anyways, a heavy denim that would actually cover most of Jaehyuns body. You thanked him with a shy smile while he closed the door, and headed towards the passengers seat.

This experience had been the beginning, the car ride home that night being one full of conversations - genuine conversations, and he didn't leave once you both arrived at your apartments. Jaehyun snored in the background while the two of you talked, laughed. It was hard to look him in the eyes, to not make it so obvious - it's hard now, too.

Neo and Trinity kiss on the screen in front of you, and you wonder how Johnny sees you. Sure, he's flirty, overtly sometimes, but there's never been a definitive line to mark where the both of you really are on the friendship spectrum. If you even want to call it that.

Every time he touches your cheek or catches you staring, even when you're walking to your classes and his hand graces the small of your waist just before he waves you goodbye - you have to assume that he knows what he's doing - that the tension hasn't ever just been one sided.

His hair is a light chestnut brown now, longer than usual and flopping into his eyes from the sides. It's unfair, how he doesn't even have to try. The sharp slope of his nose, the bow of his lips, even the elegance of his neck and jaw. That awe from when you first saw him, has never left.

Not to mention that you often times forget he has so many tattoos whenever he decides to wear short sleeves, the art inky and stark against his olive skin - riveting down from his biceps like silk, cascading over his thick forearms and ending at his knuckles.

You turn your attention back to the laptop upon realizing that you've gotten caught up, heart still rattling underneath your ribcage. It makes it worse, the fact that the heat of his body is so close, that you can smell the scent of dryer sheets clinging onto the fabric of his shirt along with the natural allure of his skin.

"Why were you staring at me?" His breath is warm against the shell of your ear and you shudder, surprised by his sudden closeness and the timbre of his voice. You turn to face him with an incredulous expression, feigning innocence - but he makes it damn near impossible with the way he's looking at you - a dark eyebrow raised and a sly smile playing on his heart shaped lips.

"I was looking at your tattoos, cause - uhm, I forget they're underneath your clothes sometimes." You confess, and his knee knocks against yours underneath the blanket.

"Mmhm, so you think about what's under my clothes?" He teases, and takes pride in the way your eyes glower at him, a scoff leaving your mouth. It's hard to be annoyed when he's so vibrant, right here in front of you.

"Just the art, this one's my favorite." Eager to not have the pressure on you anymore, you reach out to grasp his wrist - not realizing how deeply of a need you've had all this time to do so, until you're tracing the flower that's decorating the top of his hand.

In hindsight, it's a bold move - but you can't go back now, not when he's staring down at you so fondly, scooting closer and placing his hand in your lap while you admire his body art.

"Yeah? Why's it your favorite?" He asks, genuinely curious. He nudges your shoulder with his when he sees the shy smile spreading across your lips, your skin hot to the touch. His comfort level has you less nervous than you were before, and the whole thing feels oddly natural, being so close together.

"I don't know, it just suits you. Your hands are so big, and the little vines looping around your knuckles really makes them look...delicate."

You don't dare look up, not when you realize his chest is rising and falling faster than it was before, just like yours is as you spread his fingers out and play with the digits, his face just inches above yours, voice warm in your ear.

"Second favorite." It's not a demand but it's not exactly a request either, and there's a safety in the energy pulsating around you both - mutual, rippling like a current through your bones.

Your eyes deliberately trail up the length of his long arm, scanning, and your fingertips press against the belly of the dragon that wraps around his bicep, sinewy tail tapering off just below his elbow. You've secretly admired this one for a long time, sneaking glances whenever you can. He turns more towards you just the slightest bit, and the closeness begins to make you feel dizzy.

"Your hands are soft."

This time, you can't not look at him, belly filled with a need to see his face, to save the memory of his features so up close in the back of your mind. However, once you do, look up at him - you almost wonder how you'll be able to handle it at all, his amber eyes boring into you as if he's trying to read your thoughts.

"So is your skin." Is what you manage to reply, willing yourself not to look at his soft, inviting mouth - afraid you'll give yourself away. You feel something stroke the side of your cheek and it takes you a second before realizing he's touching you, apparently giving yourself away isn't an issue. You feel like you're being set ablaze.

"Is it really just the tattoos, you think of?" You're not imagining things, he's definitely moving closer - you can smell the starbursts that he ate earlier still sweet on his breath, the wrappers crumpled on the coffee table next to the laptop.

It's all settling in, the realization that this hasn't been just you, fantasizing and daydreaming about someone who hasn't even realized how his natural charm has made you feel.

You're afraid to speak, so you shake your head as a response to his question, the atmosphere thickening impossibly now that he's cupping your chin between his fingers, the tips of your noses almost touching. You've placed your palm against his knee without even realizing it, steadying yourself.

"I've wanted to kiss you since the day we met," he confesses, dark eyebrows furrowed as if he's restraining himself, waiting. "is this...is this okay?" Your lower belly flutters, and you're almost afraid to move, to change anything about this moment and the way it is right now.

"Me too. I've wanted to kiss you, I mean." You breathe out, and now your lips are ghosting against each other, a moment of hesitation that feels both infinitesimal and fleeting. "It's more than okay." A heartbeat passes and he presses his mouth against yours, so pillowy soft that you gasp, surprised.

It's just a second, that he pulls away to look down at you, and your expression is so heavenly - so hazy and delicate. He kisses you again and this time your lips begin to overlap, from top to bottom, suckling and getting used to the feel of each other. He's still holding your face, but with both hands now, thumbs on your cheeks and fingers wrapping around to the nape of your neck.

You cling onto him like you've no other choice, desperate to have him underneath your fingertips, reminding you that this is really happening and that your mind isn't just creating very vivid daydreams. He pulls you closer and you grip onto his broad shoulders.

"Mm, you're so sweet," he lilts between his kisses, tone somewhere between bliss and desire. You're not expecting to be so worked up already. "even better than I imagined." His tongue slips past yours, wet and warm and it's like your body is being put on vibrate.

He senses this too, with the way you're almost in his lap, breath unsteady. His arms are around your waist before you can move any further, pulling you on top of him and locking you to his torso.

"Johnny." You strain, as the feeling within you becomes overwhelming, craving his touch, his mouth. It doesn't help that he's being so vocal, as well - the sounds sweeter, and more desperate than you'd expect from him. It has something feral igniting within you.

What shocks you the most is that he's already hard underneath you, and the thought alone is enough to have you keening further against his chest, tightening your thighs' grip around his trim waist- not to mention you can feel him snug against your ass, material of your shorts so thin it's palpable when he twitches.

So, naturally, your whine is petulant when his mouth departs from yours, his plush lips a deep blush, matching his cheeks in their hue. He's just as worked up as you if his erratic breathing and the way that he grasps onto your sides is anything to go by, and you shouldn't be as surprised as you are about it.

"You...have no idea," he pants, smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip. "how badly I've wanted you. In so many ways."

Your heart feels like it's attempting to burst through your chest in an effort to be closer to him, his sharp eyes lowly lidded but fierce in their honesty. You take this brief moment to touch his face, his soft cheeks and the smooth, taut ridge of his jaw. It all feels too real to be a dream. This must be reality.

"I'm only stopping because, well I like you," it's hard to pinpoint if the trembling of his hands is fueled from his desire or his nerves, but either way he's got your rapt attention. You doubt anyone could look away from those eyes.

"I like you a lot and...fuck, I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with or...sure about. Because I'm sure about you." He finishes, sincere and stoic while holding you against him. You feel like you're floating.

"I have a really big crush on you, Johnny," you kiss his mouth and he smiles against it, humming in contentment. Suddenly, your nerves are replaced by pure adrenaline. "and I like you a lot, too." When you pull back from his lips with a soft smack, his expression causes your skin to burn hot.

"So it'd be okay if I did..." he tilts your head to the side, and a flurry of goosebumps descend across your skin, his breath warm against your throat. "this?" A kiss, soft but purposeful, is placed there, and you shudder.

All you can do is nod in affirmation, heartbeat in your ears among other places. Your fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck while his mouth begins placing warm, wet pecks against yours, and his body lurches when your thighs tighten around his torso.

It only manages to work you up further, of course, brain already high off of the fact that Johnny likes you back...in fact...he truly is as good as you've always thought, sweet and kind and nasty, groaning when you rut your hips against him.

"Baby, you're shaking." He mouths against your jaw, wondrously and laced with an undertone of hunger. His strong arms hold you tight, eyes softening when he looks down at you and realizes just how worked up you really are.

"I just want you really bad, Johnny." Your body emphasizes your point, chest pressed against the firmness of his, nipples hard behind your shirt. He can practically feel you throbbing.

It's a little fucked up, honestly.

No ones ever had him this head over heels, he feels himself melting against you, your voice sweet and syrupy, dripping with this ache just for him and he's losing it.

"Yeah?" He muses, the wide palm of his hands sliding down the curve of your back, and over the swell of your ass where it's planted so firmly atop of him - massaging you there. "Where do you want me, honey?"

The pet names have you too worked up, you really could get off of anything right now and he's tracing the back of your thighs now, swirling his soft fingertips around, leaving a wake of searing heat in their path.

"Want you everywhere, just - mmph." This kiss interrupts you, bruising in it's intensity and he cups your face softly as a silent apology despite the fact that you're letting out small coos of satisfaction, tugging at the ends of his messy hair.

For a second you feel like you're being lifted, not realizing he's just moved you both to the couch until your head is resting against the cushions, inky arms caging your body against the length of his. He groans when you palm at his stomach, touching and rubbing his sides and then the broad of his back.

All the while his free hand, the one that's not attached to the arm holding himself up, does some exploring of its own, palming your breasts through your shirt and squeezing with just enough pressure to have you arching into his touch.

Automatically, your legs wrap around his middle and your heels dig into the dimples of his back, and his hips pivot downwards to nestle right in between yours. You're both instantaneously struck by the sensation of your centers meeting, his length jerking inside of his pants, your clit throbbing in yours.

"Gonna touch you..." nimble fingertips dance over the skin of your inner thighs. "...here, is that okay?" The warmth of his hand cups your sex and now you're positive that wetness has begun to soak through your underwear, senses gone haywire from the way he's rubbing you, up and down.

"Mhm that's - yes, that's okay." You pant, desperate to feel him as well and reaching in between your bodies in an attempt to grasp at him - his height doesn't make this as easy as you thought and your pliant hands meet just his navel, the faintest of happy trails soft against the skin here.

He switches to his thumb now, instead of the heel of his palm to rub you through your shorts. He searches, for a short moment, finding what he's looking for and pressing the pad of his finger against your bud.

He kisses your whimper, shifting his hips and shuffling upwards just a smidge so that your hands can reach his hard cock. You have to maneuver your arm underneath his but it's working out fine so far, your eyes widening once you feel the twitch of his length.

"Oh." You gasp, expecting to have felt it all while you were on his lap, but missing by a longshot. He's big, bigger than anticipated and you're a bit too flustered as you follow it's bulge through his sweats. He groans your name, and you might be short circuiting.

"You're so hard...and b-big, Johnny you're really big." The incredulity of your voice only has his hunger growing, threatening to swallow him whole. In one breath your hands are pulled from him, pinned above your head with his gentle fingers barring your wrists.

"You're so fuckin' cute," he professes with an awed lilt, moving his hips in circles between yours - his shaft, heavy and thick, nudged against your lips. "wanna make you feel good...mm, wanna make you cum."

Butterflies threaten to flutter into your throat and suffocate you, his breath warm and sweet against your cheek before he's nipping at your earlobe. You feel like you're high, spinning yet completely grounded by his weight above you, against you.

"I want you Johnny, want you to fuck me." You try to turn your head, bashful of the way you're being so shameless but he's not having it, keeping his gaze on your every expression, trying not to lose his sanity when you grind yourself against him. Your voice, petulant and needy, is enough to have him at his wits end alone.

"I will baby, I will," he promises sweetly, accentuating his point by letting go of your wrists, and using one of his hands to pry your thighs open. He rolls his agile hips against you and the friction has you reaching out to grasp at his waist - trim and firm underneath your fingertips. "just gotta get you ready first."

He sits back on his haunches and you pout about the lack of content, his pleased grin a beacon as he hooks his fingers into your waistband, pulling your shorts off your hips and past your thighs - till they're at your ankles, and it feels surreal when he throws them somewhere behind the couch, too eager for his own good.

You're brought back to current reality when his big hands caress the tops of your thighs, before creeping down into the soft crease where they're shut closed in embarrassment, and pulling them apart.

He outwardly marvels and you wonder if he can see you clench, the moment overwhelmingly intimate with the way he's staring directly at the wet spot that’s soaked through the crotch of your panties. He takes only a moment to reach out and press his thumb against the dampness, balls tightening with the need to release each time you whimper or gasp.

With his cock leaking in his pants, he wastes no time, taking the flimsy piece of fabric off so fast you don't even have time to by shy about him seeing you naked and glistening in front of him. Furthermore, you don't think anyone could feel even the least but bad about themselves if he looked at them like this - slack jawed, and starved.

"Fuck...you're so beautiful," two long, inky fingers formed into the shape of a V, spread your lips open and then he's moving further away - no, scooting down onto his stomach, and suddenly his breath is a warm puff against your most sensitive parts. "so wet for me, hmm?"

You're not sure you can look away, too enraptured by the visual stimuli that's correlating with the circling of your swollen clit. You want to cry, a little bit. Scream, maybe. He's so beautiful you can't help but to reach out, running your fingers through the front of his chestnut hair and then his eyes are piercing through you like the shock of ice water.

Your body seems to register the feeling before you can process the sight by itself, back bowing off the couch, hips bucking. His hot, wet tongue licks at the hood of your clit, starting slow and picking up pace when you start to squirm. The blossoms painted across his skin decorate the arms that hold you down while his pillowy lips envelop the bud, suckling lewdly.

"O-oh, oh fu-mmm." You're already blubbering, lost and falling into the sensation of everything all at once. You've no doubt that he's had years of experience but this, you're not sure you've felt pleasure like this before.

"Feels good?" He mumbles between the flick of his tongue, hands traveling up the length of your body to grip your waist, kneading your skin. You almost laugh at the question, assuming your trembling body and the way you're involuntarily bucking against his mouth would suffice as an answer. Still, you humour him.

"Mmhm, feels- ohh, mhm feels good." Your voice is barely there, strained and whiny but he feeds off of your every utterance as if it's something he so desperately needs. The smacking between your legs becomes louder and like a magnet, you're drawn to the sight again, coil in your belly tightening impossibly.

He's a muss of hair, the dark strands tickling your thighs when his head moves from side to side. Your thighs attempt to clamp shut but then he's looking up at you again - purposeful in the way he maintains eye contact while he dives down and licks a stripe over your entrance.

You're not going to last long, and he knows this, from every twitch and squirm and whimper - he's preparing for your demise, humming in contentment while the lewd sounds of slickness continue.

He slips a finger inside of you, and then another once he realizes how soaked you are, and this proves to be the beginning of the end. You grip onto his forearms, needing to be grounded to something while he buries the digits inside of you, curling in a come hither motion.

It's all beyond what you thought pleasure could be, it's violet and red and all things euphoric behind your eyelids and the sound of his pleased groans are what finally have you giving out, melting against the couch cushions.

You're not sure if you're making any sound at all, honestly. It comes so quick, violent in it's force and you're hazy headed - tears welling in your eyes from the way he's still massaging you, licking you while your walls squeeze and contract around his fingers.

"That's it baby, mmm, let go."

The velvet voice is warm against your sensitive sex and you're still twitching as you peel your eyes open to peer down between your legs and see him there, staring up at you like you're the sun, slowing his movements while the aftershock of your orgasm seeps through you.

His knuckles are buried to the hilt inside of you and he pulls them out slowly, petal pink lips kissing your clit gently, adoringly. With your brain still foggy and embarrassment no longer present, you grab his wrist, bringing his slick soaked fingers to your mouth and wrapping your lips around them.

He moans an expletive and then he's hovering over you again, watching with a soaring heart as you suckle your juices clean from his digits, lashes fluttering when you open your eyes.

For once in his life, he's speechless. You have to pull him down to kiss you in order to breaks him from his reverie and it's now that he's realizing how excruciatingly hard he is. He doesn't remember the last time he's ever been this worked up without his dick even being touched for more than five minutes.

It's safe to say he's taken by surprise when your hand slips into his bottoms and briefs to palm him this time, and his body lurches against you while a desperate sound bellows in his throat.

"Baby." he coos, relishing in the softness of your palm, the difference in size of his own. He wants to protest when the intense bliss of it is gone, momentarily, only to feel your fingers attempting to pull his sweats down.

You're still buzzing from your orgasm but you've never been more positive about something; about someone. Your whole body feels as though it can't be satiated, not until you have all of him after having such a sweet taste.

"Please, now, want you now." You nibble on his bottom lip and he has to pull himself away or else he'll get too caught up in your mouth by itself, but he's on a mission - searching for his wallet and scrambling for it when he sees the leather square sitting on the floor.

The tips of your fingers and toes tingle with a mixture of unbearable anticipation, and nerves for what's about to come when he pulls the condom from his wallet and tears the corner of the foil.

It's just a second but it's enough to admire him silently, the twitch of his mouth, the elegance of his fingers even when they're eager and uncoordinated. A part of you feels overcome by the need to be encapsulated by his presence, for his skin to be a permanent silkiness against your lips.

He catches you in the midst of staring and it's like he's glowing from the inside out, pulling his pants down his thick thighs along with his black briefs, kicking them to the floor.

Without thinking your arms are reaching forward, gripping the small of his waist as if to still him, and he pauses at your will. He's cupping your chin with one hand while your fingertips explore underneath the hem of his shirt, and you're grateful that he's allowing you to soak this in, that he's not rushing despite the fact that both of you are like exposed lit wires.

"Here, let me take it off." His arms are reaching behind him before you can blink, biceps curling as he pulls his shirt off of his broad shoulders before discarding it with the rest of his clothing.

Your breath is audible, pupils blown wide while you examine the length of his torso and the permanent shapes that are marked there. Only patches of his honey skin peek through the array of tattoos he's got climbing his sides, over his chest, and you swear you've never seen someone so beautiful.

"Take mine off too." You barely manage to get out, and he's kissing your lips again with a soft sort of fondness, while his knuckles graze your skin and your shirt is being stripped from your body. He's back to kissing you and your naked chests meet for the first time, a fierceness gripping you by the throat when when when the shaft of his cock nudges your clit.

"You're sure about this?" He asks, gentle in the way he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, pecking your mouth between glances at your nipples where they rub against him. His touch travels to your jaw and down your neck, before he's tweaking the buds between his fingers, and your legs wrap around his middle in an effort to solidify your answer.

"Yes, I'm sure," you run your fingers through his hair. "very sure."

Lips press against your cheek and then you're presented with the sight of him again, bare in front of you, just a few inches away. It's now that you really find the courage to look at him, not expecting to be out of breath and shock stricken once you lay your eyes upon his dick.

It's pretty, as pretty as you knew it had to be; curved just slightly, the tip swollen with arousal and a shade deeper than that of his lips that you've come to have photographically memorized.

You watch with probably more fascination than most while his slim fingers roll the condom onto his length, down the shaft that protrudes with a small vein right in the middle, until it's snug and securing the fact that you and Johnny Seo are about to have sex.

As always, here there right when you need him most, aiding you in forgetting about anything that isn't crucial to right now. His arms are wrapping around your thighs and pulling you closer - your small gasp doesn't go unnoticed.

And then, there's also the way he's looking at you, again. It's like he's compacted every emotion you could feel in a moment like this, and somehow managed to reflect it's opacity back at you through the glimmer of his irises.

You jerk your hips against him and he grins at your urgency, diverting his attention to the space between your legs and holding you steady by the hips with one hand while the other goes to grip his cock.

He levels his pelvis with yours and brings the pink head down to your entrance where it leaks for him, gathering the slickness and smearing it through your folds, around your clit.

His fingers search for yours and suddenly he's interlocking them while you feel the initial stretch of his dick finally entering you, a soft expletive leaving his mouth while he pushes himself into you halfway, peering down with half lidded eyes as a silent affirmation.

Your expression must be as expressive as the soft mewls that involuntarily fall from your lips, and he bottoms out while leaning down to kiss you as he's come to realize that this action is single handedly way more addictive than it should be.

You feel so full it's impossible not whine, and within seconds he's pulling himself out of you nearly all the way - mouth hovering over yours so he can watch your features contort when he sheathes himself back in with a snap of his hips.

With the need to hold on to something becoming incessant, he allows you to throw your arms around his neck while your thighs tremble around him, his hips creating a slow but steady pace that draws lewd sounds from between your bodies with every slow drag of his thick cock.

It's strange, how you provoke such tenderness within him when you shudder and pant beneath him despite the fact that he's barely done anything yet- a juxtaposition to the feral, nagging type of ache that brews in the center of his belly to have you even more a mess.

It's not that he's fairing any better, though. Even you can see that, feel it in the way he keeps his lips on your skin, trying and failing miserably to hold back his groans while your nails create crescent moons on the broad of his back.

"You - f-fuck you feel s-so good." He stutters, and if you could find your words maybe you'd even have the confidence to tease him, but right now all you can comprehend is the feeling in which he's providing, the nudge of his tip so deep inside of you.

"Faster, can you - oh yes, yes." It's like he knows what you want before you get it out all the way, and his tongue is warm against your throat while he obliges your request, furthering your haziness.

You're quick to realize that Johnny is a generous lover. Despite the fact that he's holding himself together on the edge of his coherency, he's already atuned to each tense of your muscles, the strain of sweet sounds you coo in his ear. He uses this as a guide, working his hips skillfully, circling when he pushes himself back in.

The fact that you're sopping wet helps as well, audibly soaked and your walls are taking him in so generously he doesn't know what to do with himself. Your hands are in his hair and tug at the dark strands without thinking, drawing a sweet, serene moan from the back of his throat.

"Mm, feels good?" He asks despite knowing the answer, your countenance painted with the colors of bliss. He peers down in between your bodies and almost regrets it due to the pulse it sends through his groin - threatening to send him over the edge too soon.

But it's a sight too mesmerizing, his entire length disappearing inside of you with an easy glide, his hips colliding with the back of your thighs and your clit waiting to be played with. You're just as taken by the sight, surrounded by only him, inside of you and around you like a life force. Your hands travel over anywhere and everywhere, down to his belly where the muscles flex underneath the painted skin with every thrust.

"So good, you feel s-so good Johnny." You're becoming even more petulant but he doesn't mind, not when you're clinging onto his biceps and mewling his name. He slips his tongue into your mouth while his hands cup the back of your knees, hiking your thighs up higher around his middle.

Your skin burns where he touches, his pace increasing and now you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors knew exactly what it is that the two of you are doing, skin against skin and coos of pleasure echoing through your small apartment. You have a hard time forming thoughts that make sense.

"M' all the way up there baby," his voice is deceivingly sweet, hips dangerous and borderline ruthless now that you two are drenched in the essence of lust and desire, driven by your need to come undone. "such a sweet pussy."

He means it, too. Maybe that's what makes this all so much more enthralling. From the clench of his taut jaw, to the way his dark eyebrows are furrowed, even the crimson of his lips from the way he's been biting down on them - Johnny is nothing but honest. It's somehow stripped you of the shyness you'd normally be harboring, compelling your mouth to speak without a filter.

"It's all yours, I'm yours."

This seems to spur him on, more than you thought because now he's all but cradling you in his arms, mouthing his words against your lips, not allowing even a centimeter of space to reside between the two of your bodies. It feels whole, complete.

"Mm, yeah sweetheart? Mine. Fuck, you're all mine."

It's a growled statement and you quiver against his solid form, warmed from the inside out like a furnace and set ablaze. You're still sensitive from his mouth but that doesn't change the orb of pressure within your belly, or the waves of pleasure that spread through your thighs and up your spine from the way your clit is rubbing against his pelvis while his cock reaches new depths.

You should've known his mouth would be filthy, and it's really ticking every box you've literally ever needed to be ticked and you're sort of embarrassed by how far gone you are already, properly mewling with your fingers gripping onto his bulged biceps where he uses them to hold himself up.

His face is a sight to behold in itself, as well - plush lips parted, cheeks hot and a shade of deep, ravishing plum. If he weren't steadily hitting that sweet spot inside of you maybe you'd actually be able to keep your eyes open long enough to admire it more - but it's obvious it won't be long until you're unraveling.

He's thankful, in a way. Because you're sighing out sweet words that profess how good he's doing, and he swears that he's never felt anything as good as this. Through and through. You're made for him, wrapped around his being, tight like cellophane and it's silly but this is all he's dreamed of for months.

"Open your eyes sweetheart," his hips stutter at the same time you involuntarily squeeze around the tip of his cock as he goes to seep back into you and you're drawn to the plead of his voice. "let me - fuck, let me be yours, please?"

His voice is honey, coating you in it's sweetness and you're teetering on the edge of your release. It beckons you soothingly, like a siren in the wake of a wave and it doesn't calm when you pull him down to your mouth by the nape of his neck, your shared groans being swallowed by the other. Your thighs are a vice around his waist, keeping him locked against you as he grinds his cock into you.

"You're mine, J-John- oh, oh please." His fingers have reached down in the limited space between your shared skin to rub your clit in circles and you know this is it - mind and body completely encircled by everything he's made of, the scent of his skin and the heat of his body and even the way he says your name.

"Want you to cum for me, please, please cum for me baby." His breath is warm against your ear, a vibration that wracks through all of your senses and your body knows it's coming before you do - instantly under the influence of his begs and pleas.

You're descending, voice nothing but a gasp and an echo of an expletive when the dam inside of you finally bursts - leaving you to tremble like a leaf beneath him while the feeling threatens to consume you inch by inch, nerve by nerve. 

You've all but gone limp, bright dots of light flitting through your vision and you feel his mouth everywhere, like a soft, warm reassurance that he's not going anywhere while you spasm around him.

"Just like that, oh fuck, yeah just like that."

In this place of completeness, you bask in the rise in octave of his usually low timbred voice, in the way he's holding you so firmly in his arms, as if scared to let go and put even an inch of separation between the two of you.

You're still twitching when you feel him throb inside of you, your name a warm whisper against the side of your neck while he pumps himself into you with no real rhythm; filling the condom with spurts of his cum while your fingers gently scratch the back of his scalp, through his hair.

Your breaths are ragged and have only that in common, his weight comforting despite the fact that both of you are in such a fragile state. It all feels surreal, like maybe you’ll wake up soon even with his cock still buried inside of you, half hard. More than anything, it feels right. Apprehension nor guilt nor worry brews underneath your skin, instead overshadowed by pure elation.

Wet pecks travel across your throat like marks of gratitude and your smile is automatic, involuntary.

"I meant it, you know," he's out of breath but concise, palm cupping the side of your face as he makes his way to your mouth and kisses you there, afraid to look you in the eyes. "about...about what I want. About wanting you."

You actually do laugh this time, suddenly outrageously giddy at the words leaving his pretty mouth, mildly entertained by the fact that someone could be almost as oblivious as you are. Almost.

He looks worried for only a split second until you're kissing his face, over his nose and fuchsia cheeks, a feather against the soft autumn ground.

"I meant it too," your voice is light, airy and he swears he'd believe anything you told him, even if it weren't as absolutely resolute as it is right now; your smile against his lips like a seal of promise. He meets your gaze, and everything within him calms, settles.

"I'm yours. And you're mine."

This, he thinks to himself, is all he's wanted to hear since the day you looked up at him with all the stars in your eyes.

Completely worth Jaehyun stealing his Armani denim jacket, honestly.

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