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Maknae Line: Love Languages and Sex

Wordcount: 6,250 words

Genre: Smut, headcanons and scenarios.

Includes: Skz maknae line members, female reader, dirty dialogues. Mentions of stress in Seungmin's scenario, and the tiniest bit of angst too.

Author's note: Finally, the maknae version is here! I know it took me a while, and I apologize, but here it is. This is all lovey-dovey, just sweet filth. I had tons of fun writing this, so I hope you guys like it. If you want, you can check out the Hyung Line version here. This is not proofread, and english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Enjoy!

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Smut warnings: Dirty dialogues and curse words. Use of petnames, mutual masturbation (for Jisung's scenario), oral sex, face fucking (for Felix's scenario), cum eating (for Felix's scenario), shower sex (for Seungmin's scenario), choking (for Jeongin's scenario), body cumshot (for Jeongin's scenario), also possessive Jeongin because I love him so much.

Jisung: Physical Touch and Quality Time

"Is this one okay?”

Jisung has been scrolling for about 20 minutes over the movie catalog, trying to pick a movie for you to watch together.

A waste of time, you think. It’s not like you’re going to watch it anyways, and he knows it. But he still spares some of his time to try and find the right one, something you'd want to watch... or have as background noise while you two make out.

“Yeah,” the movie looks promising, but considering’s Jisung’s sneaky hand between your thighs while he mindlessly stare at the screen in front of you two, you’re really sure you’re not going to pay any attention to it. “That one’s good”.

Once the movie starts playing, you two settle in beneath the warm blankets with all sorts of snacks, candy and chips to munch from, happily enjoying each other's company.

Because of college and part-time jobs, it’s has been a while since you last enjoyed a chill, relaxed weekend with your boyfriend. Surely, he does everything he can to meet you throughout the week —a quick call between your classes to chat for a while, an unexpected invitation to eat or have dinner, driving to where you work so he can pick you up and drive you home… Jisung always finds a way to spend some time with you, even for ten or fifteen minutes.

That's why whenever you two are free for the day, he rushes up to your apartment, or ask you to meet in his, just so he can spend all day together with you. Sometimes you two go out and enjoy a nice dinner somewhere, followed by a late-night walk through Seoul’s streets. Some others, you’d rather spend your weekend at home, ordering take out and just unwinding together like you’re doing right now.

But almost always, such dates end with you two fucking like you haven’t seen each other in months.

“The screen is right in front of you, Ji,” you tease him, once you realize his undivided attention is all over you, and not the movie he allegedly chose because he has been meaning to watch it for a while now.

“I know,” he simply replies, tilting his head while his loving eyes keep staring at you.

You turn your face to him, defeated. “You know, ever since we started dating I’ve never been able to watch a 2-hour movie complete”.

Jisung smiles fondly, letting out a soft scoff. “Am I really the only one to blame?”

“That’s not the point!,” you can feel the heat in your cheeks when he says so, but you try your best to remain calm. “The point is that you’re not paying attention to the movie, and it’s really good”.

“Oh, so you’d rather watch the movie?” his teasing tone tells you that you’re most definitely not going to keep on watching the movie, not even if you tried.

And although you’re not a fortune teller, the sudden touch of his hand against your inner thigh proves you right.

“If this is what you wanted since the beginning, why bother spending hours looking for something to watch?” you hum, spreading your legs underneath the comforter, welcoming Jisung’s touch.

He gives you a mischievous look before returning his attention to the screen, leaving his hand between your thighs without doing anything further.

“You know, you’re right,” he sighs, cuddling into his spot. “We should watch the movie, we’re almost halfway through it”.

His touch isn’t foreign to your body, but that doesn’t mean you’ve gotten used to it. Every time he touches you, it feels like it’s the first time he ever does so. It feels like a spark of electricity, one that ignites your desire in no time.

“Yeah right,” you chuckle, shifting your position on the couch to get close to him. “You’re saying so like you’re not going to forget about the movie in 5 minutes”.

“Do you want to bet?”

Typical Jisung. His fun and always-down-for-a-challenge personality is probably one of the things that made you fall in love with him profoundly, so you smile at him. “Bet what? That you can’t keep your hands off of me?”

“You can’t keep your hands off of me,” he mocks you, staring at you with loving and playful eyes. “I’m just too handsome for you not to crave me all the time”.

You roll your eyes, but you know he’s right. There’s something enticing about him, something that captured your attention ever since the day you met him for the first time. You can’t think of going on a day without kissing him, or touching him, or letting him fuck you in every room of your apartment.

“Okay, okay, I think we’re even,” you tell him, leaving a quick peck on the corners of his lips. “You crave me just as much as I crave you”.

Jisung pouts because of the quick kiss, his hand moving from your inner thigh to your hip. “So we can forget about the movie, then?”

You chuckle softly, brushing your nose against his as he leans over your for another kiss. “It’s not that good, anyways”.

“No?” the dark-haired purrs against your lips, kissing you deeply while his tongue grazes yours. He only stops the kiss to let you breathe for a couple of seconds, but kisses you again right after. “Is this better?”

“A hundred times better,” you smile, still kissing him while his hand gets lost in the hems of your clothing.

Next thing you know, the comforter has been discarded to the floor and Jisung's running out of clothes to take off from you, only leaving you in your underwear. His hands touch and grope your body like it’s the first time he touches it, like he is just exploring it despite knowing it very well.

Jisung always touch you like he has been craving it for ages, dragging his palms over the sides of your body and pressing you against his to feel you even more, completely at all. He kisses and licks your neck and chest, letting out quiet moans in between, enjoying your smell and the way your skin welcomes his love bites by turning shades of pink and red.

You latch your fingers onto his dark, soft hair when he slides your underwear to the side, his fingers immediately offering you the much needed stimulation. You do the same, sneaking your hand underneath his underwear to find his erected cock that is already leaking, practically begging for your touch.

“You got one thing wrong, though,” he murmurs in between kisses, shifting his position on the couch just slightly so that you can comfortably masturbate him while he does the same for you. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to crave me more than I crave you”.

“Do you want to bet?” you chuckle against his lips, drowning a moan when you feel his cock throbbing inside your fist.

The more you jerk him off, the sloppier Jisung’s fingers get, and the more he stimulates your clit, the slower the rhythm on your wrist —it’s a neverending moment. You’re kissing while pleasing each other, moaning in between, losing the pace of your ministrations as you both chase your highs, murmuring sweet nothings under your breathes, interrumpting the kisses to look at each other with lustful eyes and furrowed eyebrows, parted lips and quiet whimpers.

It doesn’t take you long to come in each other’s hands, making a mess of yourselves and your underwear. You’re now dirty, and practically naked, so Jisung can’t lose the opportunity to change his mind about the movie.

“Do you want me to run a bath for us, baby?”

You’re sure you know how that is going to end, but you can’t refuse.

Felix: Words of Affirmation and Quality Time

You both have been waiting for this exact moment ever since the last time you saw each other. Which was two days ago, but it felt like ages.

Tonight, you’re supposed to attend a dinner party of one of your closest friends, but you’re really struggling to get out of bed. Especially because it's Felix who's holding you hostage between his arms, pouting and whimpering every time you remind him of the very little amount of time left to get ready.

“Let’s ditch the dinner,” he tells you, snuggling underneath the bedsheets and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Let’s stay like this all night. What do you say?”

You throw a pillow at him and get free from his hold. Truth be told, you'd rather accept his proposal, but you can't ditch on this very close friends of you, especially on such an important occasion as a birthday is.

“Come on, Lix,” you murmur, walking towards the bathroom mirror to do your makeup. It had been a wise decision to take a shower before cuddling each other during the afternoon, otherwise you'd be more in a rush than you already are.

You hear him groan, and curse, and groan again until he meets you at the bathroom, joining you in the sink to brush his teeth and do a little bit of makeup.

When he approaches you, you notice his semi-hard bulge underneath his grey sweatpants as he relentlessly tries to fix and conceal it. Perhaps the cuddling session got to him, and he would rather stay at home and fuck you on every position known to mankind than going out and missing the warmth of your body.

You understand him, though.

“What?” he chuckles, his deep voice startling you minutes after being shamelessly looking at his crotch. “Did you change your mind?”

Hadn’t been this a very close and dear friend of yours, you’d cancel them on the spot. But you really want to go, so the plan is still on.

However, it doesn't really matter if you get there a little late, does it?

“No,” despite your answer, the way you close your cosmetics bag mid-through your makeup confuses Felix. “But we can have fun of our own before meeting our friends, don’t we?”

His eyes widen just a little. “We’re not going to make it on time if we start,” he tells you, tilting his head flirtatiously towards you.

“The point is to be there,” you reply, planting a wet kiss on his freckled cheek. “I don’t mind if it takes us a little while to get ready”.

Felix wraps his arms around your body and holds you close to him, forcing your lips against his in a peck that quickly, turns into a heated french kiss.

He kisses oh so deliciously. Never too rushed, and never too sloppy. He kisses you slowly and roughly, fucking your mouth with his tongue and biting your lower lip in between, pulling it just in the slightest to earn a hiss from you.

“You’re only getting me harder,” Felix murmurs when you interrupt the kiss to breathe. Judged by the strong pressure against your thigh, you can only assume he’s right. “I’m gonna need to jerk off or else I'm going to spend the entire dinner like this”.

“Jerk off?” you query with knitted eyebrows, your hand playing with the hems of his sweatpants and underwear, “I’m right here, Felix”.

“I don’t want to ruin your make up,” it’s not fully done yet, but he doesn’t want to discard your efforts in what you had by now. The eyeliner and mascara were surely going to make a mess —last time he fucked you, you both realize it wasn’t as waterproof as they claimed them to be. “And I don’t want to make a mess out of you either”.

“I don’t care,” you whisper, leaving a trail of kisses from his lips, along his jaw and into the crook of his neck, “let me help you”.

“I won’t take responsibility for anything,” Felix warns you while not being able to divert his gaze from your figure that's currently kneeling in front of him. He rests his body against the edge of the bathroom countertop, with his back facing the mirror, and guides his fingers to your freshly brushed hair, “so you better start thinking about a new outfit option”.

“Got it,” you hum, lowering his clothes to release his erection that's throbbing and pulsating inside your fist, begging for you to pay attention to it. “What about that black dress you like so much, huh? Should I wear that one tonight?”

Felix closes his eyes and throws his head back when he reminds the piece of clothing you’re referring to. Not only that, but the memory paired with the feeling of your warm tongue swirling against the tip of his dick earns you a deep moan from him.

“Y-yes,” he hisses, forcing his head down and opening his eyes to admire the whole scene. “But don’t expect me to keep my hands off of you tonight if you do”.

You smile while smacking his cock against your tongue, tasting the salty precum from his tip. He looks beautiful from this angle —his slightly sloping face is commanding, and his normally gentle eyes are now dark with desire.

“Like that,” Felix encourages you, grabbing a fistful of your hair while forcing your head back, “do that again for me”.

You stick out your tongue further and slap his cock against it yet again, making sure to put on a full show for him. You let drool fall into your chest, staining the dress you’re currently wearing —and the one you were supposed to use at the birthday dinner tonight— but you don’t do anything about it because you know how much Felix likes that.

“Fuck,” he sighs, guiding the grip on your hair towards his dick, asking you to take him fully inside your mouth. You follow compliantly, because that’s exactly what you want too. “You’re so- fuck, so fucking beautiful”.

Felix has a way with words. He's very vocal at all times, especially when it comes to sex —not a day goes by without him praising and complimenting you. That’s just one of the many ways he shows his love towards you, and he knows how much you love it.

“Since when does your pretty mouth can take me so well?” You hold your breath when your nose hits his pubic bone, drooling all over his cock as he says so. After much fooling around with Felix, your body has grown to know him fairly well, “you’re making me feel so good”.

You take his cock out of your mouth and continue stroking him using your own drool as lubricant, offering him a delicious friction that has him gripping the edge of the bathroom counter until his knuckles turn pale.

Felix does his best to keep his eyes open, staring down at you while you suck on his cock eagerly, demanding something he can only give you. He’s just about to give it to you, but he wants to elongate the moment as much as he possibly can.

“Look at me,” he demands, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. “I want to come while looking at your face”.

You're definitely not the best looking right now, with all the drool spilling from your mouth and your eyeliner and mascara smudged, but Felix thinks you've never look prettier. He loves this side of you, the dirty one.

He caresses the side of your face with his thumb, wiping away a few tears running down your cheeks after taking all of his dick inside your mouth. “I love you so much,” Felix quietly moans, his words getting overshadowed by his heavy breathing, but still managing to reach your ears nonetheless. “I love you so- fuck, so fucking much”.

You smile against the tip of his dick and increase the movement of your wrist around him, getting yourself ready for his orgasm —an orgasm that doesn’t take too long to happen, shooting white ropes of cum onto your face and dress while he curses and whimpers your name under his breath.

After a couple of seconds of him overcoming his high, and you licking his arousal up until he’s clean, Felix helps you get up from the floor and kisses you just as deep as earlier, tasting himself off of your tongue.

“I’m fully convinced I want to marry you,” he chuckles against your lips, licking up some of his cum on your chin.

“Well, my hand looks a bit empty without a ring, you know?”

Seungmin: Acts of Service and Quality Time

When you called him, crying over the phone, Seungmin's heart was practically wrenched.

“I’m so- I’m so fucking stressed,” despite his efforts to try and talk to you, asking you what’s wrong, you just couldn’t begin to explain him that there was nothing, specifically, wrong. You just felt overworked and tired because of college, and you were having a hard time handling everything.

“Where are you right now?”

“College campus,” you tell him, trying your best to look collected while crying, sitting on a bench not too far from the main building. “I’m supposed to attend another class in like-”.

“I’m picking you up,” it's not a question nor a proposal. It's an affirmation, one that you're ready to argument.

“No, Seungmin. It’s okay, I-”

“You’re not okay, you’re crying,” his voice is filled with concern, and judged by the noises in the background you can tell he’s walking while on the phone. “Let me take care of you”.

You agree, but feel guilty immediately afterwards once you realize that he probably left everything he was doing just to meet you. You didn’t ask him to, but he showed up a couple of minutes later, picked you up and drove you to your apartment, staring at you from the side every now and then just to see if you were okay.

“I’m sorry,” you exhaled. “I overreacted, I don’t know why I cried like that and I- just wanted to talk to you, but I didn’t mean to worry you, it’s really not a big deal. I’m just stressed over college and that’s it”.

“You’re rambling,” he cuts you off, sweetly and delicately as he always does. It’s not that he doesn’t want to listen to you, because he always does, but he knows you have this habit of rambling whenever you’re anxious. “I drove all the way here because I wanted to be with you”.

“Yeah but-”

“Hamburger or pizza?”

“Huh?”

“What are you craving for dinner?” Seungmin has always said he is not very good with emotions, but you disagree —he might not be one to use words, but his actions always speak louder. “I’m craving pizza, but I don’t know if you’re down for that”.

“Pizza is good,” you reply. “But let me- I just want to apologize, really. I feel so fucking silly for throwing a tantrum like a child”.

“Child’s tantrums are way worse,” he interrupts you, but his voice is so soft and delicate that you can barely hear it over your rushed, disorganized speech.

“My point is that I’m sorry for crying on the phone like that. You didn’t need to do all this, and now I feel awful. It’s just college stress, nothing I can’t handle”.

“And my point is that I know you can handle everything, as you always do,” he reassures you, turning to face you at a red light, “but I want to help you handle everything, too. If you call me crying, I don’t see why I can’t rush out to you and take care of you, it doesn’t matter the reason behind those cries”.

There's a lump in your throat that threatens to make you cry again, but this time for all the opposite reasons. You’ve never felt this safe and loved until you met him.

“So pizza it is?”

He drives to your favorite pizza place and orders take out —the sky is getting grey, and the wind is getting chill so he would rather have dinner at the coziness of your apartment. You both eat, unwind, talk about your day prior to meet each other, and enjoy the company that you desperately needed today.

“I think I’m going to take a shower,” you inform him after doing the dishes together. “I think it’ll help me sleep better”.

“Mind if I join you?” Seungmin asks you, drying his hands with a small, kitchen towel. “Both to shower and bed”.

It’s not every day you get to sleep in the very same bed as him, so you agree without thinking it twice. Knowing you’ll get to spend the night with him makes you forget about all the daily stress already, so you’re grateful he’s sharing his time with you.

“Close your eyes,” he warns you with a smile and hands full with shampoo foam. You follow his order compliantly, and the next thing you feel are his hands massaging your scalp and hair with shampoo. “Close them!”

“I’m sorry,” you giggle, closing them immediately afterwards. “I just want to see you”.

“Let me rinse this off, alright?” he guides you underneath the shower faucet and starts wiping away all the foam, delicately caressing your face while the water rinses off a whole day of stress. “Don’t open them yet, or else it’ll sting”.

It’s practically impossible to ignore his touch and body pressing against yours throughout the whole interaction, and he probably notices this too —your nipples are hard, both from the stimulation and the feeling of warm water running through your body, and you can’t help but whimper every time they rub against his bare chest.

“There,” Seungmin murmurs, encouraging you to open your eyes. The first thing you see is his gaze underneath his dark, wet hair, followed by bright smile.

You tip toe a bit to reach his pink lips, and you leave a wet peck in the corner of them. A quick, single kiss that makes Seungmin’s bright smile turn into a flirty, soft smirk.

He brushes a few wet strands of hair away from your face, and caresses your skin while tilting his head. You know he wants this, just as much as you want it too, but he probably felt too scared to make the first move, considering the wholesome moment you were sharing.

“Can I?” he’s leaning over you, with both of his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips dangerously close to yours.

“Please,” you nod, closing your eyes even before you felt him kissing you.

It starts of slow, but gets gradually deeper as he holds you tightly against him; the water is still running, but it feels ten times warmer now.

“I don’t want to ruin the moment like this,” you whisper, feeling your heart racing, “but I really want you to fuck me”.

“How could that ruin the moment?” Seungmin chuckles, guiding his hands to your ass.

“I don't know, you're being so sweet to me and all I can imagine is how it would feel to have you deep inside me right now,” you confess, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You don’t have to imagine it, you know?” his hands guide you to turn around on your feet, and he presses his chest against your back until you’re trapped between him and the wall. You can feel his erection against your ass, and that alone has your pussy clenching around nothing, wishing it was his cock you were clenching around. “If you want, I can fuck you right here”.

You feel him kissing and nibbling at the skin on your shoulders and neck, and you immediately melt between his arms, “I want you”.

You can’t see him but, once he guides his hand to your core and feels your wetness, the soft scoff he lets out tells you he’s probably amused by your neediness. “You’re all ready for me, hm?”

You press your cheek against the cold, wall tiles, and arch your back a bit more —just enough to allow him a better access to your pussy. He places one hand on your hip, while the other guides the tip of his cock to your cunt, teasing your folds and rubbing it against your clit.

“Please fuck me,” you whine, laying both of your palms flat against the white tiles.

“Take a deep breath for me,” he latches his lips to your neck and the next thing you feel is a sudden stretch between your legs. You let out a painful moan, as you’re definitely not used to have him fucking you while standing.

It’s a challenge, really. The second you felt him entering you, your legs threatened to give up on your weight.

“Don’t worry,” Seungmin hisses once he bottoms out, feeling your walls hugging him tightly. He can feel how tense you are, trying hard to hold on to anything to prevent you from falling, “I’ll hold you tight, won’t let go of you, okay?”

You nod, barely frantically, and relax on the spot. You trust him Seungmin wholeheartedly, so you get completely carried away by the feeling of his cock hitting the right spot inside your pussy.

He reaches his hand forward, into the small space between your abdomen and the wall, and guides his fingers towards your clit, rubbing it gently while fucking you.

“J-just like that,” you moan. “I’m- I’m getting close”.

“Yeah?,” Seungmin purrs, managing to keep the pace between his thrusts and his fingers. “Come for me, then”.

You blame it on all the time you spent without being able to fuck with him because of your schedules, but truth is that Seungmin always makes you come really fast. He knows your body well enough by now, and he pleases you like no one has before. And could he not be? If he has spent hours and hours touching you, eating you out and fucking you so he can be the best at pleasing you.

“Seungmin,” you gasp, feeling your legs shaking and your mind dizzy. If you let go, you’re sure your face is going to meet the floor.

But, as if he could read your mind, he wraps his arm around you and holds you right in place, giving you all the support you needed. “Now,” he moans, “you can come”.

You finally let go between his arms, pressing your face against the wall while Seungmin takes care of everything —from helping you ride your high, to keep you standing on your feet.

He holds you while you overcome your orgasm, feeling your heart beats and the way you breath. He is close to coming as well, but you’re always his priority in moments like this.

Always so caring and sweet.

Jeongin: Physical Touch and Gifts

[19:28, You: I’m here]

[19:28, You: Where are you?]

You stare at the big, white letters on top of the entrance of the store, and you can begin to guess what this urgent meeting is all about. It’s not the first time you visit it, and it is most definitely not going to be the last, you think.

There are a couple of people inside, people who make you feel as if you’re underdressed to go jewelry shopping —not that you had clothes to match the ocassion, but you didn’t expect to end your day standing outside one of Seoul’s most expensive stores.

“Hey!” Jeongin greets you from inside, smiling widely once he spots you. He walks towards you and the brightness in his eyes tells you that he's most definitely excited about something.

“What is it?” you immeditaly asked, catching his smile.

“I stopped by and I wanted to gift you something,” he grabs your hand and guides you inside the store, following a path and turning around every other table until you reach the jewels in exhibition he’s excited about, “I didn’t know which one you liked best, and I tried to take a picture of them but the camera didn’t make them any justice”.

“What’s the occasion?”

“You,” Jeongin tilts his head. “You’re the most beautiful woman I know, and these are the most beautiful necklaces I’ve seen in my entire life. Is only fair for you to have them”.

“I don’t- These are too expensive,” you furrow your eyebrows, not knowing the final price of each and confident you're better off without that information.

“So?”

“I can’t accept one,” you shake your head. Your eyes encounter an emerald and diamond necklace that’s too stunning it caught your attention —Jeongin has good taste, you have to give him that.

But said taste it’s also very expensive, so you’re not sure that works out.

“What about all of them?”

Your eyes widen in shock, and you playfully hit him in the arm, “you’re so unserious!”

“I mean it,” the dark-haired smiles, tilting his head at you. “Either you pick the one you like the most, or I’ll buy all of them for you”.

Jeongin never gifts you things expecting anything in return —if anything, the only thing he expects when he buys you jewelry, or clothes, or anything, is that you put them to use.

You’re still not used to this kind of love language, but he tries everything to make you feel comfortable.

“Are you sure?” you hesitate, and he nods eagerly, wondering which one is the one you like best. “That one, the one with the emerald”.

“Pretty,” he smiles, “just like you”.

He takes care of the bill, and you keep on staring at the rest of the jewelry exhibited around the store. To be honest, you’re curious about the price, but you’d rather stay ignorant than feeling guilty about the money he spends on you.

Then, Jeongin sees you admiring a bracelet for quite some time, and he makes a mental note to go back and buy it for you on the next occasion. He knows love can be expressed in many, many ways, but a gift is never out of place.

“Let’s go back to my place, yeah?” he asks you, grabbing your hand as you walk through the mall. “I can pick up dinner and we can spend the night together, what do you say?”

“Sounds good to me,” you smile, trying to keep up the pace with his long legs.

Once you get home, and you unwind together, Jeongin brings the small, white bag with the red, velvet box inside it. You saw the necklace on your way to his apartment, but you didn’t try it on.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, admiring the shine of it from every angle. “I’m not- sure how to style it”.

“Pretty sure you’ll find a way,” Jeongin smiles with his eyes fixed on the jewel. “You make everything look pretty”.

“Thank you,” your gaze meets his, and you can tell how sincere and genuine he is. Your heart skips a bit when you spot that spark in his eyes again, and your curiosity makes you question him once again. “What?”

“Let me put it on you,” he tells you, standing up from the dinner table and walking towards you, taking away the velvet box off of your hands, “come here”.

You follow him into his room, that’s barely illuminated because of the street lights and a small lamp on top of his nightstand. You stand in front of a big, full-length mirror, and he stands right behind you, holding the necklace with one of his hands while he makes eye contact with you through the mirror.

“Wait, just let me-,” he motions for you fix your hair out of the way, and once you’re done he he places the necklace around you. “There”.

The necklace is very, very pretty on you. So pretty that, for a minute, you completely forget about the outfit you’re wearing, and how it doesn’t match Jeongin’s gift at all.

“Thank you,” you chant again, caressing the jewel as you watch it become your most prized possession. “It’s just- beautiful. I don’t want to take it off, ever”.

“Then don’t,” he murmurs, placing a kiss on your naked shoulder. “Wear it all the time, let everyone know who gave it to you”.

You turn around on your feet and wrap your arms around his neck with a cheeky smile. “What for?”

“So everyone can know you’re mine,” his siren eyes are staring deep into yours, and that alone is enough to arouse you. Not only that, but the implied possessiveness under these kind of gifts is making you feel some kind of way.

“Everyone knows I am yours already,” you whisper, leaning in for a kiss. “I don’t need to wear a necklace for that”.

“But it’s fun, isn’t it?” Jeongin asks you, “everytime you feel the necklace around your neck, you can think of those times where my hands have done the job”.

You feel the heat rising up to your cheeks almost immediately, and you wonder if he can tell.

“The necklace is very pretty, but you like my hands way more, don’t you?” again, the filthy question makes you a bit timid, but you still nod.

“See? I don’t need expensive jewels to be happy,” you chuckle softly, planting a quick kiss on his lips. He responds the kiss with one much more steamy, one that actually makes you gasp for air in between.

“So what is it that you need, hm?” he teases you, cupping either side of your face with his big hands.

“You know what,” the complicit smile on your lips is the consent Jeongin needs to guide his hand from your face to your neck, squeezing it slightly as he applies pressure to the sides of it. The harder he chokes you, the wider you smile.

“Is this enough to make you happy?” judged by his cold gaze, and the deeper tone of his voice, you know you have Jeongin exactly where you want him.

“I’m missing something else,” you quietly murmur, just as much as his grip around your neck allows you to. “Can you give it to me?”

“What is it that you’re missing?” he asks you, a twisted smile peeking through the corners of his lips, “tell me, and I’ll give it to you”.

Jeongin knows exactly what you’re talking about, and what you’re referring to, but he menas every word he says. If there’s something you’re missing, he’d travel the whole world just to give it to you. If there’s something you want, all you have to do is ask.

“Your cock,” you finally tell him.

In the blink of an eye, you’re both naked in his bed and he’s hovering over you, positioning himself between your legs while he bites his bottom lip. You’re still wearing the necklace, as a request for him, and it feels somewhat heavy on your chest. It will probably weight heavy from now on, everytime you wear it, because it will remind you of how good of a lover Jeongin is to you.

“It looks so good on you,” he hisses, coating the tip of his cock with your slick. You’re so slippery, and warm, and inviting that he can’t spend another second without being buried deep inside your pussy. “You- look so good like this, with your legs spread for me”.

You moan at his words, wrapping your legs around his waist and forcing him to bottom out inside you, desperately wanting to feel all of himself.

“F-fuck”.

“So tight,” Jeongin whispers, closing his eyes while assimilating the stimulation your body provides.

He starts off slow and only goes rougher once he’s sure you’re ready for it. He wraps his hand around your neck and chokes you while fucking your pussy, admiring the diamond resting on top of your bouncing breasts.

The necklace is even prettier like this, he thinks.

“Right there,” you gasp, closing your eyes shut while your orgasm hits you unexpectedly. You writhe underneath him, digging your nails on his biceps. He fucks you even faster through your orgasm, making you spill a tear or two —not only he is a good lover, but he fucks oh, so well too.

You moan his name over and over again, thanking him in between. The ravages of your high are hitting you, as well as the painful overstimulation, but you don’t want him to stop. You want him to come inside you, to fill you up until he’s leaking out; however Jeongin has other plans in mind.

“Can I- come, on you?”

You’re not sure what he means, as he usually finishes inside you, but you still nod desperately, wanting whatever it is that he wants.

So he thrusts himself inside you a couple of times before pulling out, kneeling over you while stroking his cock and driving himself to his orgasm. You stare at him with dreamy eyes, aroused by the heavenly sight he’s offering you —there’s something enticing about his facial features when he comes, how they sharpen and his eyes get pitch black.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath as he comes over your breasts, spilling his hot cum all over them and the necklace.

You didn’t understand his petition until now, that you realize the diamond is covered with his arousal, glistening even brighter under the dim lights of his room.

“You made a mess,” you chuckle, staring at your tits.

“I just wanted to make sure you're going to remember who gave you this”.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut

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arachnoia · 9 months

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7 minutes | hobie brown

pairing- college au! hobie brown x fem! reader

a/n | warnings- mentions of drugs, nsfw, partying, reader has snake bites and nipple piercings, just a drabble! requests are opennnn

You felt almost reckless the moment you stepped into the party. You haven’t even drank alcohol at that point but you felt almost drunk from adrenaline.

You’d broken up with your boyfriend over some issues and your friend Margo recommended you go to a party hosted by your friend Pavitr from your Spanish class. It was better than being depressed and looking over texts telling you sweet nothings and false “I love you”s.

You cringed and pursed your lips as you felt the drink you had burn its flavor on your tongue. “Fuck.”

Margo went off with your roommate Gwen to get high off some new weed she bought from a guy in one of her classes. They went and dragged Miles along who was already munching on a rice crispy edible.

You didn’t feel like hot shit as you thought you were. You just stared at everyone get drunk, high, make out, and have fun. Occasionally see some girls skinny dip in the pool.

You nodded your head at some random rap song and frowned. Here you were, in the sexiest, most revealing outfit you had that, at first, made you feel good. But now you just want to go back to your sweats and cry your eyes out over The Notebook.

“Nice party huh?” You turned over to the voice who poured himself some of the Pink Whitney you had next to you on the counter.

His name was Hobie. You knew him from being in Gwen’s band as a guitarist. You never paid much attention to him since he had already finished college and just came over when Gwen wanted to discuss band stuff.

You won’t lie that you did enjoy looking at him but you had a boyfriend so that didn’t matter.

Key word: had.

“I guess. But y’know. I’m not really in the mood to strip and show the whole world my tits so…”

You were in the kitchen and played around with your glass. The white lights were in definite contrast to the darkness of the rest of the house, which almost hurt your eyes at how bright they were. You almost felt like an outlier at how you were there obviously and not out there getting your brains fucked by some frat boy who wouldn’t remember you in the next hour.

He chuckled and took another swig of his drink before pouring some Malibu, “So you have some jokes apart from your pretty face, huh?”

You were almost startled by how bold he was and whipped your head at him, who was smirking at you and looking down at you.

He had a nice accent but damn, you couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered at how fine he was.

You never really paid attention but you almost wished you did as horrible as that sounds. Hobie was the complete opposite of your ex-boyfriend who was boring and uptight whereas Hobie was dauntless and intrepid.

From what you knew of him.

What allured you most though, was his lip piercing on the left side of his face.

Oh, how much you wanted to feel its cold metal as you made out with him and feel it pressed against your lips.

“Aren’t you bold,” you yelled out. The music got even louder as some dancing people started yelling a little when some songs started playing. It was almost juvenile how they were jumping.

But then again you can’t judge because you were just feeling moody a few minutes ago about not being fucked.

He leaned closer to you to accentuate every syllable that slipped from his lips, smelling the alcohol on his breath, “It’s better to be bold. Wouldn’t you say?”

You felt excited and caressed his face, feeling the vodka kick in and playing with his lip ring using your index finger.

“Why don’t we take this upstairs, darling?”

Before you went along with him, you got dragged into a circle of different people where they had you and Hobie join. It happened so quick, you couldn’t recall what you thought but now you were apart of a circle, next to him.

“Oh we’re just playing 7 minutes in Heaven.”

You mentally cringed at the idea. That was like something you played in a high school house party.

This is college. It’s supposed to be at least a little more sophisticated.

“I…”

Hobie peered down at you and held your wrist, “C’mon, it should at least be a bit fun?”

You were spaced out and imagined all the things you could do with his lip ring, like feeling it against your pussy. Just thinking about it made you smile a bit and feel horny.

You licked your lips until someone else, tapped your shoulder, “It’s your turn.”

It was almost comical how you were going to hook up with this guy and then ended up trapped in a closet with him for seven minutes.

Talk about coincidence.

The closet was tiny and bare, with just the both of you barely fitting in and you being pressed against his chest, smelling his cologne.

It smelled sexy.

“So…”

“…So”

You both made eye contact to stop the discomfiture. It had only been a few seconds of being there and it felt awkward.

“Some party, huh?”

You tried to nod without hitting his chest with your head, “I guess. I’ve been to better.”

His eyes had a glint as he peered down at you to make eye contact again, “Oh, so you party?”

You chuckled, “Well not as I used to. My boyfriend would disapprove and not be very fond of that and would prefer to stay at my apart-“

He raised his eyebrow before he interrupted you, “Oh. Wait, the wanker with the nerdy ass glasses was your boyfriend? Him?!”

You chuckled at his surprised reaction, “Yeah. But he’s okay I guess.”

You were forced to look up as he held your chin and played with your bottom lip, flicking your snake bites.

You felt his lips crash onto yours, feeling the cold metal of his lip piercing and smiling at the cool feeling. He started to caress your ass and kissed your neck, “C’mon, we have 6 minutes left. Let’s make it quick.”

He managed to slide his fingers through your panties underneath your skirt and start to abuse your clit, making it hard not to start moaning.

He started to take off your tight corset top, exposing your pierced hardened nipples and attacking your sensitive breasts. He stopped a bit, making a ‘pop’ noise to gawk at your breasts, “I feel a bit honored to see them now, considering you didn’t want to flash them.”

His breathlessness made you even more turned on and gasped as he started to flick your nipples with his tongue.

“They’re beautiful…you’re beautiful…”

You gasped and whimpered slightly as he worked his fingers even faster as he muttered sweet words to you, “Please…faster.”

“C’mon, baby.” The feeling of the cold rings on his index only sent more chills down your spine as it touched your warm walls.

He quickly undid his belt and lowered down his boxers. You felt him lower you down to suck his cock, grazed with precum, and decorated with a Prince Albert piercing. That alone made your core throb.

You raised your eyebrow as he flashed you a mischievous smirk, “Problem?”

You smiled and bit your lip up at him.

“Nope,” and without giving him a chance to fire back, you took him fully and started to bob your head back and forth. You felt your eyes glaze with tears as you felt him reach the end of your throat.

“Fuck, babe…” He bit his lips and pulled your hair for to feel your throat feel tighter on his cock.

Before he could release, he brought you to kiss you, feeling his cold piercing on your lips. You felt him smile in the kiss and kneaded your breasts, playing with the rods pierced and rubbing on them, making you gasp.

He started to rub his dick against your pussy, biting your lip and kissed you even harder to stop you from moaning louder after he slid into you, slowly as he felt you clench tighter on him. He pushed you against the closet wall to go deeper, holding your leg up to position himself even more. It felt cathartic, almost.

“Oh fuck…Please do it like that,” you muttered, gasping for air like your life depended on it. You felt a plethora of pleasure as he kept going and kneaded your breasts intensely.

You felt him twitch inside you and smiled, hearing him groan and gasping as you felt him release and fill you up.

Before you could go again, completely lost, you heard banging from the door and someone yell: “Times up!”

You pursed your lips and tried to fix yourself together and before you knew it, Hobie went out the door and looked back at you, smiling, “We should go at it again sometime. It was fun.”

You gave him a dopey smile, half from being sex-drunk and other half from being actually drunk. It was embarrassing how your tits were being exposed and your skirt was lifted all the way up.

At least he wasn’t an ass and actually closed the door.

So much for college being sophisticated.

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“Is she awake..?”

“I don’t even know if this bitch is even alive.”

You groaned and covered your eyes from the sunlight.

“Well she’s alive.”

“Do you feel better now?” Gwen smiled at you sadly. You didn’t remember what you told her as your eyes fluttered from sleeping on the couch after being drunk as fuck the night before.

You got up to sit before feeling pain from your lower body, “FUCK!”

“I saw you with Hobie yesterday, Ms. Y/L/N…” Margo said as she hit her pen.

Gwen’s caring expression shifted to one of disgust, “You can’t be fucking for real, Y/N.”

You pursed your lips in confirmation of whatever she thought.

“Y/N…Y’know I’m all for having hook-ups and whatever and girl, he’s my friend but he’s not the one for you. I know how much Peter-“

“Don’t finish that sentence and don’t bring him into this. And why? You literally said you two are friends?!” You got up and leaned on your elbows to look at her.

Gwen crossed her arms and refused to look at you.

You frowned and turned over more to look at her. “What the hell? You’re acting as if I just committed a fucking cardinal sin?!”

“Y/N! As much as Parker hurt you, that doesn’t give you a free pass for you to start trusting any random guy at a goddamn house party.”

Your eyes widened at what she told you. “So you’re tryna say I’m a hoe now?”

Margo covered her mouth and took another hit, “Oh damn.”

She winced at your voice crack, “No. I’m just trying to tell you to be careful…”

“Why?!”

“BECAUSE HE’S A HOE.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding…”

You turned to Margo who shrugged, “She’s not wrong. Hobie has a thing for one-night stands and uh, leaving them.”

“Listen, he’s a nice person but he’s a little bitch and won’t hesitate to crush you if you gain feelings.”

Her words made your stomach flip, not because of the several shots of tequila you took after. But more so due to feeling naïve.

It couldn’t be helped. His personality was alluring as it was mysterious and addictive.

You nodded, earning a smile from Margo, before you three turned to the sound of a knock at the door.

“Hah. Imagine it’s him. Hobie Hobie Hobie,” you joked, earning a smile from Gwen as you chanted Hobie’s name quietly like he was Beetlejuice.

“I’ll get it,” Margo said and went over to open the door to a smirking Hobie, leaning against the door frame. He has his classic leather jacket and smoked a blunt while still leaning.

Gwen’s face dropped, “Speak of the fucking devil…”

“Hey.”

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#astv hobie #hobie brown #hobie brown atsv #hobie brown x reader #hobie smut #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #sol (not de janeiro)

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lovelykhaleesiii · 9 months

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as I was taking I am taking FULL advantage of the requests.

as I am on a roll for chubby daddy! aegon and professor! aegon may I maybe suggest an idea where his class is very surprised to discover that he has a wife and a child while they catch them onto a pic-nic and aegon is like 'yeah, why do you think that your papers comes with glitter on them? or handprints?'.

just cute chubby daddy! aegon who doesn't only have to handle a toddler at home but also at work (although he teaches either at high school or university).

ok ok that's it, I am done and I hope you'll enjoy my silly requests but if you don't, pls feel free to ignore them!

Angsti this is yet another delicious request!!! thank you for spoiling me with your ideas I can never get enough!!! hope you enjoy this xox

To Lead Astray Or Not...

PAIRING: chubby!Professor!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 2,381.

WARNINGS: fluff, Daddy!Aegon, professor kink (?), female oral receiving, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, size kink, slight breeding kink, non-implied references to affair/cheating, swearing.

A/N - something I whipped up on my little hiatus. still not 100% with my writing but it’s okay xx sorry my love, I changed the plot slightly, forgive me.

“Are they truly that oblivious to that shiny, gold band on your finger?” You lightly chuckle, amused at the revelation your beloved husband spoke of, upon returning home from work, with yet another spoiled gift of baked goodies in his hand.

Throughout the semester, since Aegon had commenced his new position, his pupils had taken it upon themselves, eager to delight their plump professor with delectable treats, knowing precisely the way to his heart was through his stomach. As untempted as Aegon was with their meticulous attempts, he wouldn’t deny himself to a few servings [the entire container], often plainly excusing his innocent debauchery with the line “it would be such a shame to waste food.”

“That seems to be the case… As much as I try to flaunt it on their faces. This is ridiculous, there's no time for these shenanigans. I have to put an end to their madness, or else-.” Aegon exclaims, with a mouthful of baked choc-chip cookies in his plump mouth. The fullness of his handsome face had accentuated as he gorged himself silly. Seemingly the sedentary lifestyle of working behind a desk, the most strenuous action he’d often only undertaken, was that of lifting a ballpoint pen to mark a few papers, Amounting overtime gradually, as it began to blatantly show on his newly found stout figure. Not that you had grown to distaste your beloved husband’s changes, quite the opposite, in fact.

“Or else I’d be losing my husband to some college school girls? He’ll have to roll himself out of here,” You subtly chuckle, as you continued on stirring the full, warm pot at hand.

“Y/N- Do not toy with me about this. It’s serious-” Aegon firmly put it, before reaching for another cookie, eyeing it’s detail, most likely estimating ratio of choc chip inside.

Aegon shared an immense enjoyment when it came to food, relishing in different cuisines and palates, and mostly baked treats. He was scarcely a picky eater and had a grand appetite, going hand in hand. Often in the late hours of the night when he remained tediously awake, skimming over and dotting down notes on mounds of papers, did he find himself constantly munching on something. Whether it was a sneaky fast-food takeout or some sweet snack he could scour in the pantry, his keen mouth was always full and chomping.

His plush, soft belly throughout each semester had slowly extended in size, generously pushing across his waistline that was now hidden beneath the mass. His hips had grown wider in frame, love handles now obvious in plain sight even beneath his tight dress shirts and tightly fitted blazers, tubby to hold as it would pool at the sides. Standing beside your dear husband, it was evident that Aegon's substantial frame could smother you whole, if he ever so desired as you did. Despite him paying now mind to his evident changes, you had rather relished in it.

Sidetracked in your own sensual thoughts, your lustful eyes lingering over Aegon relievingly devouring another cookie, the sudden shrieking cries erupting from down the hall snapped you back to the reality at hand.

"I'll get her-" Aegon uttered, licking the crumbs of his fingers as he strolled away from you hovering over the stove, as you busied yourself with the evening’s dinner. A minute scattered by, when you heard the familiar, heavy footsteps of Aegon re-entering the kitchen once more, only this time, with a little companion strapped to his arms.

"Look who just woke up, my sweet princess," Aegon giddily whispered, cooing at the little girl in his arms, as she rubbed her little lilac eyes: a split image of her Daddy. Resting her tiny head against his broad shoulder, Aegon swayed her from side to side subtly, bopping her lightly as he tried to feed her a cookie, taking a sneaky bite from it first.

"Hiya Mumma, someone woke up a little early."

Walking over towards Aegon and your daughter cosily nestled in his thick arms, you softly reach and grip for her hand pulling it in for a loving kiss. Earning a small little yawn from her behalf, as Aegon tenderly pecked at the base of her head.

"Sounds like we have competition, you and I, babygirl-" You taunt, exchanging a swift wink to Aegon, who in response rolled his eyes to your jab.

“C’mon Y/N. There’s no competition at all. Nothing could possibly tempt me, when I’ve already won at life. I have everything I could have possibly imagined and more, all thanks to you-”

“Not even with all these goodies, you can’t seem to help but scoff down, hmm?”

“If I’m being frank, my love… These don’t even come close to your home-cooked meals, isn’t that right, bubba?” Aegon bopping his little girl, stirring her more awake, as she nibbled at the small bite from the cookie, her face adorably screwing with disgust, in agreement with her father’s dissatisfaction with the treats.

“Well relieved to hear my cooking is keeping you grounded. Was getting worried I would be losing my husband to his schoolgirl fanclub. Perhaps their treats won’t be the only thing they’re willing to offer next time-” You tease, yet a grim tone coated your words, as you coldly turned your back to your husband, resuming your cooking once more.

“Y/N, baby, c’mon now-” Aegon earnestly sighed, as he carefully plopped his daughter down at her high chair, who now took the cookie to her own matters: the only time you were willing to allow her to play with food rather than indulging herself as her father did.

Aegon’s pudgy hands tightly gripped at your waist, tugging your body to swivel in his direction, as you face him defeatedly.

“Now how could you ever think that of me? Am I so naive to be seduced by some minor league scholar, when I have such a beautiful, accomplished wife at home, that I just can’t ever get enough of, who spoils me like a King? I mean look at me woman. Look at what you’ve done to me!” Aegon chuckles proudly, swaying his thick arms up as his eyes hover over his swollen gut pressing up against your meek frame.

“Please, Y/N. I’m going to come clear about this double life, squash all their hopes and dreams. You know how kids are at that age, don’t you remember how we were, huh?-” Aegon growls, as his hands snake their way behind, his palms finding their way naturally to your bosom, confidently squeezing at your fleshy cheeks, earning a little squeak from you. Intentionally pushing your smaller body against his cushioned frame, your blush lips meet with his momentarily falling into a passionate, longing kiss, as Aegon’s eager tongue peaks through your lips, swirling against yours. Immersing himself completely in your taste. Breaking free, his nose nuzzles against yours, as he gleefully smiles down at you.

“Don’t you ever dare to think otherwise, it hurts my feelings when you think of me capable of that, you know,” He quietly mutters, as his thumb gently grasps and pulls at your chin, nudging you to look directly up at him, your dimly joyful eyes met with his half-hearted smirk.

“I love you, and only you. My precious girl. Shall I make it up to you tonight, hmm?”

Giddily blushing and nodding to his words, just as Aegon slowly leaned in to chase another kiss, the loud babbling of your daughter tore him astray midway, interrupting the intimate moment, as you both gleamed at the little girl with sincere smiles, only to be met with her innocent frown. Just as her grandmother, Alicent, had noticed and shared, “she seems to have gathered her father’s expressive gene”, as she never seems to struggle nor shy away from her emotions.

“And you, my little one-” Aegon boasts, as he races over towards her, picking her up once more with such ease, as her weight is close to that of a feather for him.

“My two precious girls, what more could I possibly want?”

Later that evening, after you had both dined well together and the little princess returned to her crib from her Daddy’s plush lap, fast asleep in her deep slumber once more, Aegon took his steady time proving exactly what he meant. Lusting and touching at your body as he slowly undressed you piece by piece, handling you with great care as though you were some rare gem he had just unearthed, a delicate commodity in his bare hands. He could scarcely keep his hands off you even during dinner or as you washed the dishes, lulling his little girl asleep in one arm, and the other wrapped tenderly around your waist, embracing you.

“How’d I end up being the luckiest man in the world, huh? A wife that takes care of me, makes sure I’m abundantly well-fed, who blessed me with the most perfect child…. My beautiful fucking wife.”

Kissing at your tender skin across your abdomen leaving a moist trail, Aegon seated himself at the edge of the mattress, and you remained standing above, with his soft hands held firmly at your hips.

“And you think I would give up all this in a heartbeat? For a bunch of hormonal, minor league girls? You leave me no choice but to fuck some real, hard sense into you, Y/N.”

“Hmm, is that so?” You breathlessly whimper, as Aegon’s mouth lapped at your entrance between the front folds, his fleshy hands once again, finding their way to your bosom, as he firmly grips and kneads ar your cheeks.

“Gonna teach me a lesson, Professor? Have I been such an ignorant brat, needy to be put back in line. Punish me, Aeg. Teach me a good, hard lesson I won’t forget-”

Aegon releases his latched mouth from your throbbing, moist cunt, his lips glistening in the dim, cosy light. A familiar smirk strewed across his full face, one that you had gathered could only mean one thing… Mischief.

As Aegon’s weight had marvelled, so did his strength. Inevitably, his mass was heavier against you, often finding yourself squirming beneath his bulk and the mattress, as he would fuck you from atop with vigour. His thick, fat cock stretching your walls beyond relief, as you could meekly feel yourself from below clenching around his stiff cock, with his round gut laying sprawled above your own. The pressure he exerted from within your folds, bulging inside and the pressure from outside was overwhelmingly insatiable, stimulating you to an aching climax like none before.

Although, it also meant his once impressive stamina would now often exceed quickly, finding himself breathlessly huffing and puffing for more, Aegon remained insistent on continuing, with you eagerly taking the reins from above, as he would often lay himself comfortably down, pacing his rapid breath. Riding his cock was a pleasure, as he relished in watching you strenuously exert great efforts, like the obedient wife you were, keen to sate your husband’s appetite. Steadying yourself against his meaty flesh, often finding your small hands cupping and massaging at his now obviously, sensitive moobs. Not to forget on Aegon’s behalf, your tits were a glorious sight to see, enthusiastically bouncing above from the momentum of your quickening pace: especially after the birth, your breasts naturally remained somewhat swollen and plump, Aegon savouring your bodily changes just as much.

Nonetheless, the sex peaked, and Aegon remained true to his word… He indeed taught you a valuable lesson that night.

“Perhaps if I’ve fucked another child into you, that ought to keep you in check.”

“So you’ve been married this entire time?” One of his pupils exclaimed, confusion plastered across her face, as Aegon nodded keenly.

“Indeed, a very happy wife and little bub at home. With another on the way it seems, hence why I’ll be away next semester.”

“Is that why some of our quiz papers came back with glitter and weird little scribbles?”

Arms remained tightly folded, Aegon defeatedly shaking his head in disbelief, as he helplessly chuckled at the illogical discourse at hand. His wide back-side remained leaning back on his desk, the wood creaking beneath his weight, yet he paid no mind.

“Did you honestly think that was all me? And watch yourself Lannister, she’s learning pencil grip… She’s only 14 months, which is pretty impressive to me.”

“But you’ve never mentioned them before?” Another pupil hastily questioned.

“Never felt the need to. This is an academic lecture, not a TED Talk. And besides, did no one seriously not notice this?” Aegon exasperated, flashing his left ring finger, where a bulky, gold band wrapped around his thick digit.

The silence that fell the room was palpable: a few of Aegon’s avid fanatics, awkwardly attempting to pull away their filled tupperware containers, back into their bags or laps, in a poor attempt to hide their shame.

“Well I for one, would like to congratulate you Sir.”

“Nice save Lannister. Now can we actually get back to the lesson or any more questions I need to clear?”

“B-But you accepted our gifts? The cookies, and the-” One of the few Baratheon sisters that attended Aegon’s classes, stuttered, the colour in her face blush pink, yet her eyes saddened and watery, yet no tears fell.

“Who am I to deny my appetite from a little snack? And besides, what a waste it would be. I presume you ladies just wanted me to bump up your grades, yes?”

Each girl in the same exact front row that they’d been occupying the entire semester, began to nod in poor unison, not daring to venture not interrogate Aegon further, as his look now remained stern.

The single, thunderous applaud echoed across the room, as he clapped his large hands together, excited to carry on with the lesson. The subtle sounds of pages opening, and pencils clicking, as Aegon began to write across the board, he felt a burden lift off his shoulders. The clarity was a relief, and the fact that he had a loving family awaiting for his arrival was his greatest achievement yet. Spoiled with a bliss life, thanks to you, his dotting, devoted wife, there was nothing that could tempt him astray otherwise.

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blainesebastian · 10 months

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flight (ccg universe)

words: 1,441 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from anon) “Based on the photos from the red eye flight (he looked so cuddly) can we get Austin and Luci and Ccg on a flight? Keeping her entertained lol dealing with a sleepy tantrum and then relaxing when they finally get her occupied/to sleep” notes: coffee cart girl universe masterlist posted here! thank you for the request!! hope you enjoy :) warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylespresleyhearted

It's rare that you get to take a flight with Austin, usually one of you is grounded while the other works. It's a nice trade off, a balance both of you have worked hard for and at this point you make it look easy. This time though, Austin has to head to L.A. and you've got the time to go with—why not take advantage of spending a few months in a sunny city while your husband takes a role? Not to mention you've got an aunt in Napa that Luci has never met—it's a win-win.

"So let me get this straight," Austin says as he carries Luci onto the plane, looking over his shoulder at you, "While I'm workin' on a set all day...you'll be in a vineyard lookin' pretty drinkin' wine?"

You kinda let out a light laugh but preen with a grin as you connect eyes with him, "I mean, I'm always looking pretty."

"Definitely not gonna hear me debate that."

A small smirk tugs the corners of your mouth as you both find your seats in first class, Austin slipping into the row first. There's a seat for Luci in the center, you in the aisle and he sets her down before he sits.

"Got your own seat, huh?" You ask your daughter with a grin, humming as you reach to fix her staticky hair.

She's done airplane trips before even though this one has a slightly longer fly time but she seems to like it for the most part? You and Austin have figured out what it takes to keep her entertained—you're hoping she sleeps; she didn't get enough rest before you all had to book it to the airport.

You hand over her stuffed black dinosaur from your carry-on, a variety of snacks in the same bag. "Goldfish?"

"No thank you." She says, Austin leaning over to fasten her seatbelt for takeoff.

You hum softly, knowing she’ll want a variety of things to munch on later so you’re not upset that you bought them. Not to mention, some for you to share as well. The in-flight trail mix always leaves a lot to be desired.

Take-off is the easy part—Luci loves how it feels like a ride, her seat bouncing, her eyes wide as the ground disappears out the window, talking in-depth with Austin and you about what she sees out the window. It’s only when it becomes ‘green’ and ‘blue’ does she begin to lose interest. Only five hours to go.

You reach into your bag and tug out one of her coloring books, wondering what she’s going to want. Your mind wanders again to the concept of a nap—she seems a bit fussy, stuck between wanting to sleep and wired from all the excitement.

“Markers or colored pencils?” You ask her, Austin popping the tray down so you can put the book on top.

“Markers!”

Smiling a little, you set down a small bag for her, glancing over at your husband as he brushes hair out of Luci’s face.

“What’s your filming schedule like?” You ask and he pushes the hood off his head of the sweatshirt he’s wearing.

He leans his head back against the cushion, his hand reaching across for yours. Luci decides she doesn’t like that, pushes both yours and Austin’s hands away from one another. You let out a soft laugh because the audacity, Austin grinning as he shakes his head and waits until she’s coloring to try again.

“Pretty standard, where we’re stayin’ is about an hour away from set, so I can work out comin’ home at night.”

You inch your hand towards his, “Don’t worry about that, I know it’s sometimes easier to just pass out in your trailer.”

“You would know.” He teases, managing to lace your fingers together without Luci noticing (for now). It’s kinda…crazy to think about all that, the whirlwind of your relationship, how it all started on set. Somehow feels so long ago, yet also like it was yesterday.

At least you know he won’t be across the country, that you’re here in the experience with him.

“Close to home, at least.” Austin adds after a moment, “Miss you far too much when I’m away.”

Luci huffs a bit when she realizes you’ve utterly betrayed her with your hands connected and yanks them apart again, a laugh tumbling out of your chest. Fine, alright—if your tired daughter decides she wants to fixate on that, you’ll just let it go.

“I miss you too,” Austin adds, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek and blow a raspberry there as well.

That seems to satisfy Luci for a bit, she giggles and goes back to coloring as you pull out a book to read and Austin puts in his left earphone to listen to a podcast.

She gets through the bulk of the hours with random activities—coloring, watching a movie, playing with a few sets of dinosaurs and dolls, but eventually you know she needs that nap. Particularly when she’s very unhappy with the selection of snacks you pull out.

“Wan fruit snacks.” Luci whines.

You sigh patiently, “Baby you know I don’t have those.”

That appears to be the wrong answer because her bright eyes well with sleepy tears and she pulls at her seatbelt, her legs beginning to kick. You quickly gather up her coloring book and put the tray up, Austin taking his headphone out of his ear.

"Okay, okay," He soothes, unbuckling her seatbelt so he can gather her into his arms. He checks the seatbelt sign to make sure it’s off, leaning his chair back a bit so he can easily support her along his shoulder. “Think we just need to close our eyes a bit, can we do that?” Austin asks her, tipping his chin so he can see her face.

You smile a little, amused, shaking your head as Luci snuggles into his shoulder. Her lower lip is still wobbling but…you don’t think you see any more tears falling.

"Typical," You tease, "Her taking the most comfortable spot on the plane."

Austin smirks a bit, threading his fingers through her hair and down her back. He tugs down the window shade so it’s darker, holding onto the stuffed dino next to Luci in case she wants it. Her face presses against his shoulder, eyes closed, tear tracks drying on her cheeks and she's asleep—out like a light.

"Nobody said you can't c'mon over here." He smiles, "I got another shoulder."

You hum warmly, that offer far too inviting for you to pass up. You, much like your daughter, have always found a home against Austin's body, so easy to become comfortable, sleep, feel like home. Especially now, while he’s in a pair of black joggers and a gray hoodie, something that seems to lock in the scent of lingering cologne and his skin.

You unbuckle your seatbelt as well, lifting the arms of the chairs up so you can scoot across the middle seat. Austin shifts lightly, stretching his arm along your shoulders and drawing you close. You allow your eyes to flutter shut, face finding the crook of his neck, breathing him in as he squeezes you as close as he can. Probably not the most comfortable position for him to take, especially for a non-stop flight of six hours.

"This has to be one of my most favorite spots," You murmur and you can feel Austin smile rather than see him.

"What, an airplane headed to L.A.?"

You'd shove him if he weren’t holding Luci. You lift your head up a little and stick your tongue out at him, to which he leans closer to press a kiss to your nose. Rolling your eyes, your rest your forehead against his temple,

"Your shoulder, you." You smile a little, "Even though your shoulder is kinda bony."

He laughs suddenly, almost like he's not expecting it, quieting himself when Luci makes a soft noise in protest at being jostled. "Could always sleep in your seat, heard those airplane neck pillows are the way to go."

"No thank you." You offer Luci's famous phrase, grinning at Austin's amused twinkle in his eyes.

"Hey," He says, waiting until your gaze meets his and then leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss. "Not forgivin' you for that bony shoulder comment, but, glad you're here."

You chuckle lightly, re-snuggling against his side as he squeezes your shoulder, his hand rubbing along your upper back in patterned circles. "Me too."

It’s quiet and comfortable for the rest of the flight.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #mccall writes things #ccg

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cheesecakethots · 2 years

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I can't keep this idea in my head anymore I have to tell someone! Yandere brothers College!AU/High School!AU maybe those 7 Guy was a popular student in their school and gn! MC as a new students , I like to think MC is actually Levi Crush from Elementary School and try to ask his brother how to get MC attention ( end up all his brother have a crush to mc ) sorry! My English was bad!

Lucifer:"*Try to talk to MC for Levi*..... Who's Levi again? Sorry MC, pls continue *mf enjoy when MC talking*

Mammon:"*Open the Class Door* EXCUSE me! Is there anyone name MC here!? Levi want to know your phone-..... Oh- are you Mc? *MC say yes*...... Who's Levi? Anyway what's your phone number"

Satan:"*try to find Mc because their Teacher Want to talk to them but end up seeing MC in the tree try to help a kitten*...... Sorry not sorry Levi this one is mine now"

Asmo:"*try to ask MC fav thing for Levi ( bc levi promise him to do the dishes next week)* oh! You like that too?! *Le scream* Same here! Now how about we talk a little bit more Sweetie *wink*

Beel & Belphie:"*don't really care for Levi and MC at first*

Mc talk to beel:"Hey I hear you like Sandwich? Or maybe all food *Chuckles* I have some extra from canteen you can have it"

Beel:"*Happy beels noise* Thank you! Oh are you Mc? I heard a lot you, How about We go to restaurant this afternoon?"

Belphie:"*Sleep in MC's shoulder for 30 minutes*..... Hm? Ah sorry I was sleepy... And you was so comfy... "

MC:"It's fine! We're classmates after all besides you also so warm ^^"

Belphie:"..... Well Levi you have to give this one to your lil bro, and I don't care if you not let me have them"

Levi:".... THIS IS 10 TOP ANIME BETRAYAL!!!"

Levo:"HOW COULD YOU BASTARD DO THIS TO ME!?"

All bros:"You can't blame us!"

don’t apologise for ur english , it’s great :)

also yesss i think a college/uni/high school au, specifically without the demons and stuff, would work really well for the brothers.

or maybe, the brothers are still the same devils as they are in devildom, however nobody knows that.

satan and lucifier tutoring you, at first going from condescending and stiff to calming and reassuring as time goes on. don’t let either of them know that the other also tutors you for a different subject, you don’t want to face their jealousy in particular.

mammon trying to get you to flunk your classes with him, standing outside your lessons and pressing his face to the small window in the door in order to peek over at you. he doesn’t even seem to realise the puppy eyes he gives you, but you probably don’t want to mention it if you don’t want to see his face light up in a furious blush, as words of denial tumble from his lips.

asmo loves to show up at your house at ungodly hours in the morning, silently enjoying your rugged and sleepy look as he declares that he’s going to give you a makeover before school. how lucky for you, right? don’t be surprised at the strange and jealous looks you are given by your peers at being seen walking to school with the prettiest guy they’ve ever seen.

beel has a more hands on approach than mammon does; he’ll just burst through your classroom door and storm right up to you, giving you no time to even collect your things before his hands grasp at you and place you on his shoulder. he doesn’t seem to understand why you would want to go to classes rather than spend time with him and belphie.

speaking of which, you’ll be carried over to belphie’s favourite napping spot, the grassy patch under the tree in the school fields. you really won’t have much of a say in this as beel’s massive form keeps you pressed between them, practically forcing you to go to sleep. beel likes to watch his two favourite people relax while he munches on whatever food he has.

i can dig the idea of levi knowing reader before everyone else, if this is still a canon au but of them going to the human world, maybe in his earlier years levi was sent off to the human world as belphie supposedly was. it could be due to levi once having a dangerous hatred for human kind, or for other reasons, but whatever it may be he truly became addicted to you at such a young age. he certainly didn’t expect to come back with his brothers and meet you once more, and whilst he’s overjoyed at that… he can’t help but feel his envy rise to uncontrollable points at seeing you interact with his brothers.

no matter, he knew you first right, so surely he’s staked the first claim?

#tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yandere obey me #yandere beelzebub #yandere lucifer #yandere mammon #yandere leviathan #yandere asmodeus #yandere asmo #yandere satan #.asks

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A Secret's Worth

Chapter 38: Jim

Ao3

Jim leaned back and stretched against the bike rack just outside the front of the school, basking in the early morning sunlight. He’d gotten here super early, it was a full half hour until classes started, but he was in no rush. Content to enjoy the gold and peach light of the rising sun and the peaceful quiet while he waited for the others.

Twenty minutes later he heard the clicking of a bike approaching, turning to see Toby pedaling up to him.

“It is not fair how you can get up so obscenely early,” Toby huffed, dragging his bike to the rack and locking it in next to Jim’s.

Jim just chuckled “Hey we all have our strengths, but I know what will ease the pain,” he patted the white box sitting on top of the rack next to him.

Toby’s eyes widened “What i–”

“What is that?” Darci sped up to them on her own bike, eyes sparkling.

Jim just gave her an easy smile “You’ll have to wait until Mary and Claire get here,”

“Well that could take–”

“I– I’m here,” Mary pulled her own bike up, panting.

Toby raised an eyebrow “What’s with the wheels, I thought your Mo dropped you off in the mornings?”

Mary scowled “My moms caught me sneaking out to go on a date with Mallory, now I have to bike to school for two weeks,”

“Bummer,”

Behind them Jim saw a familiar car pull up against the curb and pushed himself all the way upright “Looks like Claire’s here to,”

A station wagon with a bright yellow ‘Baby on Board’ decal came to a stop by the edge of the curb, the side door popping open and Claire hopping out and moving towards them.

“Hey guys,” Claire said with a wide smile “Ready for the first day of sophomore year?”

“Technically we had our first five days last week,”

Mary snorted “Orientation and whatever the heck ‘Mole Spirit Week’ is don’t count,”

“Sounds like someone lost their school spirit,” Darci said in a sing-song voice.

Toby nodded sagely “Oh she definitely needs a school spirit transplant,”

That earned the two of them a groan from Mary.

Claire rolled her eyes at their antics, gaze landing on the white box “Hey Jim, what’s with the box?”

He grinned back at her, reaching over and picking up the box “Glad you asked. Since I was able to get an early start today, and mom gave me some cash for snacks, I decided to grab us a treat, celebrate the start of the school year and all,” he held the box out and opened it up, revealing five giant cinnamon rolls, oozing with gooey filling topped with generous dollops of frosting, four sets of eyes simultaneously widened.

Toby’s jaw dropped “Are these from that fancy bakery that opened last week!? How!? They sell out almost instantly and preorders are backed up weeks,”

“I got up at the crack of dawn, took the long way around town to school, and stopped by just as they were opening,”

“So that’s why I didn’t spot you at the canal,”

“Ok clearly adding you to our friend group was a good choice,” Mary said, eyes locked on the open box, slowly edging closer.

“Glad to hear it,” Jim held the box out further “Go nuts guys I didn’t bring them here to look at,”

They took his advice, whipping their hands into the box and tearing into the cinnamon rolls. Soon the five of them settled back, leaning against the wall and bike rack, each munching on their own roll.

Claire finished hers first, sucking her fingers clean of frosting before speaking up “So…the drama department is doing Romeo and Juliet this year, I was thinking we should all try out, that way we could all work on the play together,”

She pulled out a flier which they immediately started passing around, all of them murmuring curiosity, Jim included. But when it came to him and he spotted the times he could actually feel the fluttering hope in his stomach sputter and die.

“Sorry but I won’t be able to be in the play. It runs too late and I have to get home early because of…you know,”

“But rehearsals end way before– that, so it shouldn’t be an issue,”

Jim forced back a wince as he handed the flier back to Claire “Yeah for now, but as the season goes on, daylight savings and all, it’s going to start happening later,”

Claire blinked at him, eyes going wide “Oh…sorry,”

“Here’s a thought,” Mary cut in “Maybe you wouldn’t be able to act, but if Ms. Janeth is ok with it you can be a stagehand and just duck out before it starts getting dark,”

“That…sounds like it could work,” Jim felt a soft smile slowly spread across his face.

It wouldn’t be the same, not exactly, but they could all still work on the play and have fun together.

“I’ll talk to Mrs. J,” Toby said, siding up to Jim and flashing a grin “I’ll give her the ol’ Domzalski charm,”

Mary fixed him with a look “Toby we talked about this,”

Darci just rolled her eyes “How about we all talk to Ms. Janeth during tryouts on Thursday, strength in numbers and all,”

“That sounds good,” Claire added

Jim found himself nodding along “Works for me,”

“And I can give her the Domzalski charm,”

Jim laughed as Mary, Darci, and Claire simultaneously groaned, the giddy energy staying with him even as they broke apart and drifted towards their lockers. He was halfway through spinning the combination into his locker when it hit him.

It was this exact day last year when it happened.

The thought startled him so much for a moment he just stood there in front of his wide open locker with the door swinging in the air.

Getting hit with so much sadness and despair that he couldn’t handle it. Completely breaking down crying under the weight of the hopelessness to the point where he thought he’d never be happy again. Even though he knew it was a year to the day it felt like it happened just yesterday and a thousand years ago.

Jim still could very clearly remember just how utterly crushed he’d been, he didn’t think he could ever forget that. But after everything he’d been through over the last year all that misery felt so far away.

A year ago he’d thought his life was over, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Things had been hard over the last year, incredibly so, but he’d gained three new friends, learned so much, took back his life and made it his own.

Thinking about what would happen after high school still scared him a little, but now it also thrilled him.

There was a lot of uncertainty ahead. He still didn’t know what it was he turned into, he might never know. What changes he might go through as an adult. Facing the struggles of college and jobs.

But whatever was ahead of him he wouldn’t have to face it alone.

A gently warmth blooming in his chest, Jim reached out and grabbed his locker door, halting its swinging

Maybe bad things would still happen, as he got bigger he might have to eat more and more meat to survive, his dad might come back and stir up trouble again, more people might get close to his secret; but no matter what happened he had friends and family to help him through it. He didn’t have to face the unknown all alone.

And bad things might happen, but maybe good things would happen to.

For the first time in he didn’t even remember how long, Jim could think about the future with a smile on his face.

He was still grinning like an idiot, practically dizzy with giddiness, as he tossed his bag into his locker, which was why he only caught the tail end of Eli’s ramble.

“--monsters with stone for skin!”

Jim jerked violently, heart yanking up and down, locker door slipping from his hand during his panicked flailing. Reaching out with shaky hands to slam it shut with much more force than needed. Leaning against the locker with both hands, trembling against the metal, Jim slowly turned around, desperately hoping he hadn’t just heard what he thought he had.

Eli was standing in the corner speaking rapidly and making large sweeping gestures with his arms as he talked, gathered around him were some wide-eyed freshmen and a few unimpressed looking upperclassmen. Jim shoved down the sudden spike of anxiety, if nothing else he’d gotten good at doing that over the last year, forcing himself to act casual as he walked over towards him.

“What was that you were saying Eli?”

Eli looked up sharply at him, a wild glint in his eyes “On my way to school this morning I saw two monsters with stone for skin fighting under the canal bridge!”

One of the others, Seamus, he now recognized, gave a sharp bark of laughter “Get real E-lame, if you’re going to make stuff up at least be creative about it,”

Jim didn’t allow himself to so much as twitch, but on the inside he was practically melting with relief. He hadn’t left the house before he’d changed, and he hadn’t been anywhere near the canal this morning. No way Eli spotted him while he was blue. Chances are Eli just saw something else from a distance and got confused.

“I’m not lying!” Eli’s voice was shrill, nearly a shout “There are monsters in Arcadia living right under our noses!”

“I don’t think you're lying Eli–”

Eli spun towards him, face practically radiant with gratitude, making the next part hard to say.

“But don’t you think it’s more likely you just saw some guys in motorcycle gear duking it out than actual monsters?”

“I know what I saw, it was monsters!”

Seamus scowled and opened his mouth to no doubt say something else scathing, but before he could get a word out first bell rung, scattering the loose gathering as they all headed for their classes.

Eli was harmless. Whatever he’d spotted this morning wasn’t Jim, and it wasn’t like any of his conspiracy junk had ever held water before.

Nevertheless Jim was still on edge when he sat down in Mr. Strickler’s class for first period just before second bell run.

“Alright students quiet down,” Mr. Strickler strode to the front of the room, hands folded behind his back as the room settled into silence “I know the Punic wars might not seem like the most exciting conflict in history, but that’s just for those who don’t know better….”

Jim pulled out his notebook and started quickly scribbling down notes, doing his best to force Eli’s talk of monsters out of his head and focus on the lesson Strickler was–

James Lake

His heart shot up into his throat, jerking in his seat and snapping upright, pencil dragging a sharp line across his paper yanking his notebook to the side.

“Dude you ok?” Toby whispered from the seat next to him.

Jim’s eyes flickered towards the front of the room where Strickler was still talking about the Punic wars while pointing at different parts of his projection while all eyes in the room were on him.

No interruption in the lecture. No one looking his way.

“Did…you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“It’s– never mind,”

Toby raised an eyebrow but turned back towards the front of the room. Jim shook his head and discreetly pulled in a deep breath. He must have imagined it, no need to freak out five minutes in to his first class.

He regripped his pencil and straightened his notebook just as Mr. Strickler turned around to face the room again.

“Now pay attention because this will be on your first test…”

Heartbeat slowing, Jim lowered his gaze towards his paper and went back to jotting down–

James Lake

He somehow managed to keep himself from jerking again, pencil in an iron grip and a slow shudder creeping up his body. Something slimy curling in his belly, Jim looked up again and discreetly looked around the room.

There was no way that it was Mr. Strickler saying his name, and it didn’t look like anyone else in the room was calling him either. Was his mind just playing tricks on hi–

James Lake

His heart dropped down into the pit of his stomach, pencil tumbling from his grip.

Nope. Not imagining it. There was an actual voice in his head.

“Is there a problem Jim?” Mr. Strickler’s cool voice cut through his mounting panic.

Jim looked up at him–

James Lake

Mr. Strickler and everyone else in the room didn’t so much as flinch.

Yep it was only him. Jim was hearing a voice calling his name that no one else could. That wasn’t good. At all.

“I…uh…have to go to the bathroom,”

One of Mr. Strickler’s eyebrows quirked up “Class just started,”

James Lake

“I really really have to go,”

Snickers and giggles filled the room.

“Alright then, just hurry back,”

Jim managed to give a frantic nod of thanks as he practically raced out of the room, Feeling Toby and the girls’ eyes on him as he went.

In some part of his mind he knew it was bad he was having another big moment of public weirdness on the first day of school after the one he’d had last year. But the bigger part of him was focused on the literal voice in his head. He managed to make it to the end of the hall before it hit him again, much louder than it had been in the classroom.

JAMES LAKE

Ok, mysterious voice was getting louder. But was the volume increasing or was Jim getting…closer? Only one way to find out and he literally had no other ideas.

Moving through the school, the voice getting steadily louder as he went, Jim found himself standing in an open side door without even realizing it, staring at the open street ahead of him. For a moment he hesitated, imagining all the trouble he’d be in if he was caught ditching–

JAMES LAKE

Jim gritted his teeth and took off sprinting down the sidewalk. Running and running guided only by the voice in his head.

JAMES LAKE

Leaving pavement behind he raced down a dirt trail towards the canal. Slowing but not stopping when he reached the edge. Scrambling down the concrete he slipped and tumbled, landing hard on his hands and knees on the concrete. For a moment he stayed like that, palms stinging and knees throbbing, kneeling on the ground, panting.

JAMES LAKE

He froze.

That time the voice hadn’t been in his head.

Slowly lifting his head up. Jim spotted a pile of gravel underneath the bridge, in the same direction that the voice had come from. He pushed himself upright, taking small, cautious steps towards the bridge.

“Hello? Anyone there?”

No reply, either from inside and outside his head. The only sound the distant rumble of traffic on the road above. Stopping right in front of the pile, Jim saw that what he thought was gravel was actually some very coarse rubble. Seeing nothing else but bare concrete around him, Jim got down on his knees and started sifting through it, not even sure what he was looking for.

Until he touched something that wasn’t rock.

Jim froze for a second before he closed his fingers around the object, cool and smooth in his hands, and pulled it out.

When he saw it he was so stunned he couldn’t move, kneeling in the bright canal marveling at the bizarre object in his hands.

The closest comparison he could make was to a pocket watch, but this was like no pocket watch he’d ever seen.

It was about the size of his phone, round, made of a shiny silver metal surrounding a sky blue face. There were hands and writing on it, but not in any orientation or language he’d ever seen, fixed together with gears sporting gargoyle-like faces in an incomprehensible jumble.

While Jim was still struggling to figure out what exactly he was looking at, the voice came again, emanating directly from the pocket watch, but softer, and almost…comforting.

James Lake

Then there was a sound almost like a sigh of relief and the pocket watch went silent.

Jim’s breath caught in his throat. For a few moments he could only stare at the object, then he slowly raised it to his ear

“Uh…hello? Anyone home?”

Nothing but silence. The voice was gone, and somehow Jim had a feeling it wouldn’t be back because it had done what it was supposed to.

But that still left him with far more questions than answers.

Adrenaline slowly draining away, Jim stood back up straight and turned the object over in his hands, trying to spot any other markings or clues that could give more insight.

As he examined the not-pocket watch he was hit by a sudden wave of awareness. Jim was standing in the canal in broad daylight talking to an inanimate object. If anyone going by saw him they would report him for truancy, or worse call his mom.

Mysterious voices and pocket watches aside he needed to get back to class.

Jim shook himself off, sliding the pocket watch into the back pocket of his jeans before making his way back up the side of the canal.

Despite the craziness that was his life, mysterious talking watches was a new one. What was this thing? Why did it call his name? What did it all mean?

Jim let out a breath as he planted both feet on the dirt bordering the canal, turning and heading back in the direction of the sidewalk that led to the school. Feeling the constant press of the object’s shape and weight in his pocket.

Well whatever this was, he wouldn’t have to tackle it alone, he’d have his friends to help him figure it out.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #toby domzalski #darci scott #mary wang #walter strickler #rmvwrites #sunshine au #a secret's worth

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ax-y10 · 9 months

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The Zones Of Regulation

In which- You struggle a bit, and Mr. Soot is able to help

A/n: Literally just an au I have for Wilbur (guidance! Wilbur), Based off when I went into the guidance counsellor office when for my fucked up sleep schedule.

Chapter info : basically a vent of my own life, Wilbur being a supportive guy, one swear, Wilbur is 26 and reader is 17, isn't a teacher x student because yuck, teacher! Wilbur, student! reader, really long, hope it's alright.

Masterlist:

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Usually you enjoy rainy days. Why was today so god damn shitty?

First, you forgot to hand in your Agriculture assignment. Then, you had two classes in the one space for History. you failed my math test next. And, to top it off, you got your seating plan changed in English because kids were being idiots. HOW MUCH WORSE CAN IT GET!

You had an appointment with the guidance counsellor that you were meant to see last week (that never happened) so it got rescheduled to today. It was about your home life but descended into your sleeping habits. At least Mr. Soot was always up for a chat.

Making your way up the stairs, you heard other kids talking about you. "Look at them" "What are they doing?" "Where are their friends?" "Ha. Sook".

Reaching the door, you knock rapidly, hoping that you didn't get the wrong time. A seperate teacher, Ms. Campbell, greeted you and invited you in.

"Who do you need, sweetheart?" She asked politely, not wanting to disturb your already frantic self.

"Is Mr. Soot available by any chance. I have an appointment with him." you respond, on the verge of tears.

"He's currently talking with another student. He won't be too long. Have a seat in his office for now." She informs.

"Alright, thank you." You nod, before walking through the short maze called the guidance block and finding a seat in his office.

His office was decorated nicely, with distractions and calming senses for the tough conversations, and coping mechanisms for stressful situations. Many colours were visible throughout the space, from vermilions and oranges to navy blues and purples. He had fidget toys next to the seats, including fidget cubes, cards, kinetic sand etc. It was a very calming space to say the least.

Waiting patiently, munching on a small chocolate bar your friend gave you, he walks in.. looking different than usual.

Usually he is wearing a yellow sweater, his black jeans, his casual dress shoes and a beige jacket, with a beanie sat atop his head.

Today, though, he's wearing a random cream sweater with grey sweatpants resting on his hips, random converse and a white collared shirt underneath the sweater, missing the beanie that you always sought comfort in.

"Hello, Y/n. Glad your here," He says with the sweetest smile you've ever seen, compared to his usual droopy smile when he's on playground duty.

He gestured towards the fidgets next to you, noticing you picking and scratching at the sides of your fingers, clearly nervous.

"How is it going?" He asks quietly, almost at a whisper, knowing how this sort of stuff can upset you easily.

Your usual visits to the guidance block usually resulted in having to be walked back to class, tissues in your grasp, half an hour late to class. And you knew this visit wouldn't be different.

Eyes drifting around the room, desperately trying to detour the conversation another way, not wanting to pour your emotions onto him. 'But that's his job. To deal with people like you.'

Tears pricking at your eyes, he notices your uncomfortable state and directs the conversation another way.

"So-" he pauses, "how's your cats, Daisy and Twix? Are they alright?" He asks, earning a slight chuckle from you.

"They're alright, yeah. They're having a lot of fun at my dad's house. Dad loves animals, so he adores Daisy and Twix." You smile, as he watches you, making sure you are actually alright.

"Hows your mum? If you want to talk about it? I'm not forcing anything." He reassures.

A tear slips from your eye. Fuck.

"She's alright. Nothing has changed between us but at least I'm getting better. Getting away from her behaviours. Not having to bottle up my emotions anymore. I'm safer at dad's now. He understands. She doesn't. I got help from Ms. Thornton about a month ago, when you weren't available and she gave me strategies-"

Another tear.

And another.

And here it comes.

The floodgates open and he's on the ground infront of you, calming you down.

"It's alright, sweetheart. You don't have to continue if you don't want to. Would you like me to talk about some things?" He asks, not needing to, knowing you love anything to calm your stressful states.

"Please-" a shaky breath, "Please sing?"

And almost immediately, he starts singing your favourite song. You told him about it at the very first appointment with him. Starting the first lyric, his voice soothed you immediately, 'Cigarette Daydreams' runs past his lips and into your ears.

He was musically talented and often taught the music class, which you were in. You'd stay behind with him and talk about everything. His music, how you're learning how to play the guitar, how different instruments and music platforms work. But they always ended in you asking to sit with his guitar and strum a few chords, showing him what you've learnt so far. And you recently started learning "Jubilee Line', a song he wrote. You enjoyed it so much, and he sat on a desk in front of you, helping you if you stuffed it up.

You zoned out halfway through him singing, playing with a new fidget he had placed next to the chair. He placed his hands on either side of your legs and stood up, walking back over to his chair, and seating himself again.

"Do you want to keep talking, or do you want to head back to class? The bell went off 2 minutes ago." He'd asked, and you rapidly shook your head. He was a great comfort to you and you had a few more things to talk about.

You talked about how you are scared to tell your family a myriad of things because of their beliefs, how you a scared of what is going to happen in the future, and before you knew it, he was guiding you back to class, and letting you walk in, watching you to make sure you were alright.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur #teacher! wilbur #student! reader #fluff #guidance counsellation

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sequinsonic · 2 years

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boom!sonic x reader coffeeshop!au hcs!

pairing: boom!sonic x gn!reader

genre: fluff! | coffee shop!au | headcanons

warning(s): none:>

word count: 854

note: lol this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now but i wasn't sure what else to add to it, so might as well put it out now:> and it's kinda all over the place, so i apologize ㅠㅠ. also, sonic's personality in this is a lot like how he acts in boom as well as the other characters, that's the only reason this is titled as such ^ enjoy!!

+ so you and amy have opening shifts everyday except for fridays and sundays

+ she only works till noon tho because for some reason she always has to attend some lesson

+ "sorry i got a yoga lesson at 1:00, then a book club at 2:00, then psychology class at 3:30, then—" girly is like barbie trying out every single thing you can think of

+ then on fridays, you get to open along with the energetic co-worker that shadow is /hj

+ BUT SONIC DOESN'T WORK ON FRIDAYS

+ which means you're stuck with shadow for the day and his very limited topics of conversations

+ unless it's a "hello" and "can you brew this order?" he says there's "no reason to talk during business hours"

+ you'd think he's just tired but homie drinks like 5 cups of americano daily so that's impossible

+ pretty sure the guy just hates everyone

+ but anyways, onto sonic already

+ where to begin ohmygod

+ y'all have the most fun together out of everyone

+ hell, even the customers know how chaotic the café gets when you're both working the same shifts

+ you guys are usually alone from 12:00am to 2:00pm before shadow and sticks clock in

+ "c'mon y/n! just one more time!"

+ "sonic we have 10 more minutes before the rest show up. would you PLEASE put away your game of trashball"

+ he always lets you play whatever music you want for the day

+ oh and doesn't like it when you're cashier

+ he says there are customers who tend to get too "friendly" with you

+ no rlly the amount of napkins he throws away with a random number written on it happens more than you'd think

+ your pure ass didn't understand what that meant, but it also saves you from another annoying task so who are you to complain eh?

+ when there's someone other than you two working, he likes to sneak into the back with you

+ "we just have some organizing to do back there" and boom you're gone for 20 minutes

+ but it's not like you guys do anything bad

+ maybe. sometimes. idk

+ 90% of the time you're just munching on leftovers or gossiping about what's been going in the village

+ the rest of the 10%? prob playing your 20th round of uno lol

+ but anyway, buckle up. shit gets real when you two become a thing

+ you two came to an agreement that you weren't going to tell anyone abt y'all just yet

+ sonic just wasn't ready for that type of teasing

+ he likes to make you a cup of vanilla latte during every shift

+ "hey, you come here often? let me set you up with this amazing, extraordinary and never done before cup of latte"

+ "sonic i work here"

+ he's trying his best to not pull you to the back every chance he gets

+ he's so obvious abt it tho

+ just wants your attention rlly

+ not that he'll ever EVER say that lol

+ "listen i know we're in the middle of a rush but i'm just so drained so can i please have some motivation—"

+ "you have the oddest way of asking for a kiss"

+ i mean it when i say that you guys can't be separated even while working

+ y'all have somehow managed to convince shadow that every task is a two person job lol

+ "really hard at work holding a cup while amy pours in the ice, aren't you sonic?"

+ "shadow— listen. you don't understand. i must do this. one cube of ice misses the cup and we're done for. we'll be short on stock and as you know it's really hard to survive in this economy and—"

+ "alright, shut up. i get it. now get back to work."

+ the thrill of your relationship is trying to hide it from everyone else ngl

+ sticks says she always catches you staring and stealing glances at sonic or vice-versa

+ and god forbid he looks at you while you're putting your quills (?) in a ponytail

+ he just loves that sm idk it makes him wanna kiss you so bad

+ this information, however, is not news for you

+ "look at him ringing up that order, his side profile is so—" "y/n you're spilling everything!"

+ it's the same the other way around lol

+ closing shifts with sonic are always the best

+ y'all usually stay together afterwards to clean everything and leave it ready for tomorrow morning

+ relaxing music is on, no one is there to bother you, only the two of you

+ we know sonic can't stay still for long, so him knowing he gets to go home with you if everything gets cleaned up asap is a good offer

+ the comfort of it all is knowing sonic is probably gonna crash at yours afterwards

+ "shouldn't you sleep at your shack tonight?" "no i like your bed it's very comfy"

+ a nice cup of tea before heading home and your day ends on such a good note

+ both of y'all are so obsessed with each other to be honest

+ sonic generally loves spending time with you, so working at the same place together? what a steal!

#sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic boom x reader #sonic boom #boom sonic #boom sonic headcanons #sonic headcanons #sequinsonic writes

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teeto-peteto · 5 months

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Okay, stranfe question, but SG verse, what kind of students do you think Ahri’s team would be?

dont know if i understood the question well so i apologize deeply if i misreaded it im freezing cold my brain is not functioning.

Ezreal -> basic blonde schoolboy. Wants to be cool and ends up answering wrong to the question the teacher made. Type of guy that would be with his feet on the table on the library when everyone else in the team is studying and he's like 'Nah, i got this'. He doesnt but yeah at least he can blame being a Star Guardian for his exam fails.

Ahri -> i mean she's literally based in Regina George... I dont think she's a spawn of satan (like Regina) but will be mean towards a lot of the students or just pure basic teen sass, saying stuff like 'Well our presentation is a lot better than yours.' she does the powerpoints, she's the design girl. Has a lot of sticky notes, the shaped ones, like hearts and butterflies, cute stationery stuff overall. Will probably cheat on the exam.

Miss Fortune -> probably has bad grades but always ends up passing by the end of the school year with a lot of work and anxiety. Type of person that munches on her pencils and pens, she's most likely not paying attention in class but she's also thinking that she's caving her own tomb for not paying attention, type of person that would play mobile games under the table. She's stressed as fuck in the library studying and rants about it when she's anxious.

Syndra -> Type of flawless student that brags about having a photographic memory and just passes the exams with great grades, either way you can see her studying in silence with a little smile cause she enjoys both studying and bragging about having good grades, she's sassy. Wont cheat on the exam but knows a lot of tricks so everyone begs for her to help them cheat. If you ask her a question during the exam to copy her, she will give you a wrong answer purposefully. Oddly enough all her stationery is simple but always purple, if its not purple she doesnt want it.

Soraka -> Probably pays attention on class but ends up daydreaming and looking at an empty spot for the rest of the class and then wakes up by the bell and says 'i cant believe this has happened again.' she still gets good grades, not perfect, but good nonetheless as she spends time on studying, probably in silence by Syndra and they only talk if Soraka has a question. Type of person that wakes up an hour earlier to make her luch for the highschool, always has spare money for a water bottle or a soda can if anyone needs it and its out of money.

Anyway i believe there is situations where they are all at the library and Miss Fortune is stressed cause she doesnt understand something after reading 10+ pages and Syndra starts getting angry and they both fight like 'Its literally written right there, you idiot.' while Soraka contemplates in confusion and goes to her book cause she doesnt know wich page they are on now. In the meantime Ezreal is just scrolling on instagram and Ahri is filming or taking pictures of the scene.

#hope this is nice #anyway in order of good to bad grades #syndra -> soraka -> sarah -> ahri -> ezreal

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*.·:·.✧ 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲? 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 ✧.·:·.*

It was a tiring afternoon. [Y/n] had just finished her morning classes and immediately went straight to the building to have her outfit checked and record a few lines for the game. After the fitting and recording session, the young female sluggishly trudged toward the building's lounge area. It was the place where the actors for the game — such as herself — get to relax and unwind after a tiring day of work. [Y/n] was grateful that the company was very considerate of them, though she knew that such a small gesture is one of the higher-ups' responsibilities for their actors.

It didn't take long for the girl to arrive at the room, open the door, and let herself in. It wasn't until she walked further in that a mop of pink was seen on one of the couches.

"Joshua?" she questioned, unsure if it was him.

The man turned his head at the call of his name, confirming the girl's guess. A smile instantly graces his lips at her appearance. "Hey, [Y/n]."

[Y/n] grinned in return. "I didn't expect to see you here. Did you already finish your shoot?"

"Not yet. I need to go back to set before the next shoot starts. They gave me about 2 hours of a break until they call me back. How about you?"

She sat next to him on the couch, the cushion bouncing a bit from her weight. "Well, after I finished my morning classes, I went straight here to have my outfit checked for any adjustments and record a few more lines for the ending. Oppa and Unnie will be arriving as well so I'll just wait for them to finish before going home with them."

"I see. Just enjoy the leisure time you're given. There's nobody else but us here," he hummed in response, returning to whatever he was doing prior.

[Y/n]'s eyes followed the man. His hair was parted in the middle, and his fringe swept away to either side of his face. His position on the couch was very relaxed — his upper body leaning comfortably against the couch, his head nestled between the fluffy cushion as he had one leg resting on top of the opposite leg. In his ears were earbuds, linking to his phone which he was busying himself with. Another thing that the girl had noticed was a box of pocky quietly lying on his stomach.

Although [Y/n] felt extreme mental and physical fatigue from earlier, just seeing this particular man sparked something in her. Just like a light switch being turned on, the [h/c]-tressed actress felt the extreme desire to bother this man for her entertainment.

Besides, she had initially planned on taking a long nap but now with Joshua in the room, she had scratched that idea altogether. It's rare for her to meet and hang out with her fellow actors on a regular basis considering their busy schedules and private lives. So why not use this time, albeit short, to just hang out?

And by that, in a very [Y/n] way, it meant bothering this man until he tells her to stop. Also, just the thought of Joshua getting annoyed at her and testing his patience was exciting. At least this time, she won't be upright rejected by a certain black-haired shorty even before she starts bothering him.

"Hey, Joshua~ Watchu doing~?" she sing-sang, inching closer to him. Her glimmering [e/c] pools tried to gaze into the contents of his screen.

The man looked up from his phone and met [Y/n]'s curious gaze. "Oh, nothing."

His nonchalant tone caused a tiny frown to appear on [Y/n]'s face. "Nothing? Really?"

There was a tiny smirk that appeared on the male's lips, however, [Y/n] completely missed it. Closing his eyes, he also closed his phone and laid it on his stomach. Taking the pocky box, his fingers took out a stick and placed it in between his lips, slowly munching on the snack. He adjusted his body to a more comfortable position on the couch, now completely unaware of the baffled expression of the younger girl.

[Y/n] couldn't help but gape at his actions. Was he seriously trying to ignore her? She had thought that Joshua would be the type of person who would get annoyed at someone who persistently annoys him with questions and random statements. Especially since that's the dynamic between him and Astrid. The girl was trying to start off mild, just using verbal tactics against the pink-haired man and seeing his reactions to her provocation. But she didn't expect him to ignore her verbal assaults this early on. Did he already catch on to what she was planning?

"Are you... ignoring me?" the younger woman asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest with a slight pout.

Joshua opened his eyes again and glanced at [Y/n] coolly. "What do you mean?"

The [h/c]-haired girl pursed her lips, trying her hardest to think of a way to have her way with him. "...Nothing... Nevermind."

Though, in the end, she sighed. The girl slumped against the couch, the cushion bouncing against her sudden weight. She hadn't dismissed her desire to annoy the pink-haired actor, but for now, she would just observe him for a while and think of her tactics before attacking. After all, planning a strategy before going to battle is what her older siblings kept reminding her of. And this is a battle she started and needed to win in the end.

Joshua took off his earbuds and placed them beside the pocky. He stared at her as she came closer to him. [E/c] hues clashed with roseate ones, as he tried to decipher what exactly the girl could want. He could sense the curiosity and intrigue that she was feeling and was sure that she wanted to know something from him. What could she possibly want right now?

"Is there something on my face?" he suddenly asked, surprising her.

"No... But you know..." [Y/n] said, leaning back and looking directly into his eyes. Her words were directed toward his eyes. "...It's been a while since the last time we hung out together."

He hummed. "Yeah. That's true."

Silence ensued after that. Joshua, once more, minded his own business. [Y/n] simply remained still in the spot, staring at his handsome face. For a second, [Y/n] almost regretted how she phrased her statement. However, when she saw the man's relaxed pose — almost bored — she changed her mind and proceeded. Wordlessly, she raised her hand, her gaze fixated on the man's fair cheeks. She brought her index finger close to his skin, touching the surface of his cheekbones delicately.

This action surprised Joshua. His eyes widened slightly at the movement, a blush tinting his cheeks. He didn't dare move or say anything at the moment. Instead, Joshua watched the girl who was playing around with his face with an air of fascination — the young girl clearly had no intention of stopping.

He released a deep exhale, trying to calm his racing heart as [Y/n] continuously poked his cheeks as a way to annoy him. Well, not that it really did anything, considering the intensity of her act. Joshua had been around Astrid for so long to know that he much prefer to be with [Y/n] rather than the magenta-haired woman. At least, this young [h/c]ette was the lesser evil of the two. And he's glad that [Y/n]'s interest in him isn't at the same level—yet—as Brandon's because he knows how intense the youth's pestering can be.

"Your cheeks are real squishy," [Y/n] noted, continuing to poke the man's cheeks, earning a small smile from Joshua. "Do they ever hurt?"

"When I smile, they sometimes ache," the man chuckled, still letting the girl poke his cheeks as she pleased. "But they feel better after a day."

"When I was young, Oppa and Unnie always squish my cheeks. They said I look like a rabbit with my chubby cheeks."

"Really?"

"Mhm. And they don't hold back whenever they squish my cheeks! They would use much force that it's more like pinching rather than squishing!"

Joshua chuckled, feeling her finger increase its speed on poking him. "Ah, I see."

"Back then, I would cry since it hurts a lot. And my cheeks would turn red with their fingerprints imprinted on them," [Y/n] huffed, recalling the memory. "That's why I promised myself that I won't let them pinch my cheeks ever again."

The man hummed. A few more minutes passed and [Y/n] still bothered Joshua with her poking. For the majority of people, this would be the time that they would feel annoyed by the constant poking. Though, surprisingly, the pink-haired actor didn't feel the same way. Sure, he was surprised and bothered at first, but then it kinda serves as a massage as time goes on. He could only assume that the younger girl did this to test the waters with him. Not that he really minds. In fact, he enjoyed spending leisure time with the girl — minus the constant poking of his cheeks, of course.

"You know, [Y/n]..."

"Huh?"

Joshua moved from his comfortable position on the couch, causing the girl to pause her act. He removed his back from the cushion, his feet both planted on the floor and took the neglected pocky box from his stomach. [E/c] hues watched as the man took out a piece and handed it out to her. With his left hand pressed flat against his cheeks, his expression softened, a handsome smile decorating his lips.

"Here, have some."

She blinked at the unexpected offer. "Eh? Wai—"

Before she could finish her sentence though, Joshua popped the piece of chocolate in her mouth, successfully shutting her up. Her cheeks flared crimson immediately, her heart rate speeding up. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy the treat... It just was such an abrupt gesture from the man and she was caught a bit off guard.

Joshua leaned back again, closing his eyes in contentment. "Now I know that pocky can shut you up."

As if on cue, [Y/n]'s eyes darted to the pink-haired man, seeing a smug smirk on his lips. Still tomato-faced, she glared at him, munching on the free treat. She was a little disappointed about the interruption of her plans. As far as she knew, he was trying to make her stop her inconvenient act.

Well, it's not like it didn't work...

Sighing, the girl decided to stop. This is a clear loss for her. But [Y/n] will not stop until she achieved her goals.

"Want another?" he tilted the box in her direction and the girl didn't hesitate to grab a piece to put in her mouth.

A satisfied smile emerged on Joshua's lips, watching as the girl adjusted to a comfortable position beside him. Then, he removed the earbud from his left ear and insert it on the girl's left. Tapping away on his phone, soft music soon came flowing through their ears.

For the remainder of his break, [Y/n] and Joshua spent the moment eating pocky and listening to music, simply enjoying each other's presence. And fortunately, the young [h/c]ette didn't plan on bothering him for a second time.

#fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #oneshot #reader insert #x reader #one shot #fluff #drabble #female reader #moments in archive #lord of heroes #loh

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What's your favorite line of dialog in Take You With Me so far? :D

Gosh, that’s a tough one. There’s a lot of classic ones. More like snippets of conversation I quite enjoyed writing.

Here’s a small collection of favorites done chapter by chapter so far that’s been posted. Under the cut so as not to take up a lot of space.

CHAPTER 1

"You need the first aid kit?" Ryoma asked.

"I got it," Mondo assured. "You finish getting ready for class. Don't wanna be late."

"Bold words from the class delinquent."

"Look who's fucking talking."

"Gonta." Ryoma turned around, gripping his racket tightly. "I need you to throw me."

Gonta's eyes went wide in disbelief. "What?!"

"Throw me over towards the gate like a football! You're the only one strong enough, so do it!"

"B-but gentlemen can not throw friends like football! Is bad manners!"

"Gentleman can make an exception today since friend wants to be football!"

CHAPTER 2

"His injuries were incredibly extensive. We must be patient regarding his recovery."

"Of course a Robot would say something so cold hearted."

"Excuse me-?!"

"C-can't breathe. Gonta. Please."

"Gonta so glad! Gonta sure you not wake up! Very worried-!"

"G-G-G-Gokuhara! Please! Y-you need to be careful! He's still healing! We d-don't want him d-d-d-dying a fourth time! P-p-p-please, b-be gentle!"

"Oh! S-sorry!"

"You're not going to show the execution, are you?"

"…No. Even that's a bit much for me. And I never liked the piano much anyway. Preferred the guitar."

CHAPTER 3

"What?"

"So it's "Kyosuke" now, huh?"

Crap. "Look, Chisa-"

"Don't "Chisa" me now. Why does Kyosuke get the special treatment so readily, you boxing meathead?"

"Do you want me to be less formal with you both or not?! Make up your mind, you damned airheaded housekeeper!"

"You okay, dude?" Kazuichi asked. "You're kinda-"

"You killed your omelet, Mondo," Rantaro stated bluntly.

"He said he's fine, teach," Kazuichi assured. "Trust him. He wouldn't just say that if he wasn't. Just relax."

"Are you sure this is the time to relax?" Rantaro asked.

"Why wouldn't it be? Ryoma's woken up, school's moving us to better housing in two months or so, and we have good food. I'd say it's the perfect time to relax." Kazuichi pulled the fridge door open. "Besides, it's not we're gonna get ambushed-"

"INFINITY UNLIMITED FLAME!"

"Hahahahahaha! That's right! Cower in fear, Kazuichi Souda! I, Gundham Tanaka, Supreme Overlord of Ice, have finally won this pathetic combat. Tremble and beg for mercy before Tanaka, The Forbidden One!"

Kazuichi glared at him, getting to his feet and snatching the juice from his bandaged hand. "Dammit, Gunham! You're not meant to show up for another hour!"

"Hmph. Time is irrelevant to the whims of the Darkness!" Gundham smirked. "What's more, the contracts have yet to be sealed, and so I have come to prevent them being driven asunder. The Demon of Speed needs his familiars boundary lines to be expanded in as timely a matter as possible."

"Ugh, I can't understand what you're talking about."

"He said he needs Mr. Sakakura to sign paperwork for Ryoma's cats." Gonta smiled, pointed to Kazuichi's breakfast, where four little hamsters were munching away on the veggies. "The hamsters tell Gonta. They also help Gundham sneak into kitchen."

"Hey! That's my fucking breakfast!"

"About time you got here!" Kokichi whined. "I was getting bored of being asked the same questions over, and over, and over, and over-"

"Be quiet, Oma," chided a synthesized voice.

"And with that, we're free to go, riiiiiight?"

"Anything else you need, Jin and Tonic? Because if not, we'd like to leave."

"Geez, that was annoying," Kokichi muttered as they drove off. "And so boring too. Would it kill her to have some kind of reaction beyond that stare?"

"Just be glad it was Detective Kirigiri interviewing you," Houzuki chided, swiping the last donut from Kokichi's hand as he put away the tablet. "I doubt you'd have shown the same restraint to Detective Saihara."

"Hey, that's my donut!"

"Consider it my payment for bailing you out. Again."

Kokichi pouted, watching the donut disappear behind the scarf. "You're mean, Yu-chan. You know I like to save the cream filled ones for last."

Houzuki shrugged. "Tough tittles, Leader. That's what you get for not listening to me and refusing to keep your fucking locker empty."

"You're the best, Yu-chan. I'm so glad you're part of the group."

"You're lying again," Houzuki mumbled, waving Kokichi's hand away. "Aren't you?"

"Nyehehehe. Nope. I'd never lie to you, and that is the honest truth."

"Sure, Leader. Keep telling yourself that. Maybe one day I'll believe it."

CHAPTER 4

"You have a lot of nerve storming into our home the way you did," Harunobu growled. "If you hadn't tossed your guns when you had, you'd be dead where you stand."

The stranger chuckled, barely looking up with a smile. "Technically speaking, Your Lordship, I am on my knees. I'm not standing right now. Have been the past half hour."

"And how many times do I gotta say it? Stop fucking calling me "Your Lordship" or whatever. It's annoying. Way too damn formal."

"Until Lord Harunobu steps down, I'm afraid that order is the only one I cannot follow. My apologies, Your Lordship, but the formalities shall remain."

Fuyuhiko scowled. "Whatever. Fucking bastard…"

"…You could come with us, you know. Pretty sure they'd let you in if you wanna visit him too."

"…Do you wanna die?" Kasai asked, glaring at Fuyuhiko.

The young yakuza heir just scoffed, the tension in his body easing a little. "You can just say no like a normal person, shithead."

Kasai's glare softened. "Aw, Lord Fuyuhiko saw right through me."

"It'd help if you didn't use that phrase so often."

"Alright. What'd you overhear the old hag say this time?"

"Hmph. Is that any way to refer to our mother?"

"You've called her worse."

"True."

"Dammit," Hajime grumbled. He turned around, just in time to see the door to Ryoma's room slide open and Fuyuhiko standing in the frame. "Afternoon, Kuzuryu-"

"You. Heard. Nothing." Fuyuhiko glared at the both of them. A glare Hajime had been on the receiving end of earlier that very same day. "Got it? Nothing."

"R-right, not a thing," Shuichi stammered.

He sure caved easy there.

CHAPTER 5

Slowly, she started typing.

"Hibiki".

The screen changed with a soft ping, and soon she was on the main page.

"You guessed it?" Kizakura asked.

"You picked whiskey brand," she stated. "You have hundreds of these bottles in your office."

"…Yeah. Whiskey…"

"Um…" She looked back to her brother nervously. "Hey, Makoto? Is….is the school haunted?"

Immediately, Kaito's chipper attitude vanished. "Oh, would you look at the time! I almost forgot I had training today! See ya!" He let go of Yasuhiro and bolted back into his room, locking the door behind him.

That was weird, Makoto thought.

"Hmh….now that you mention it…" Yasuhiro looked in the same direction, thinking pensively. "I can kinda see it….yeah…yeah….Yeah, I totally see it!"

Mukuro glared at him. "What?"

The Clairvoyant snapped his fingers, pointing right behind her. "A guardian angel in the form of a two-toned wolf in a giant blue overcoat and a bunch of knives strapped to his limbs! And that guardian angel is your guardian angel, Mooks!"

"…Are…you serious?" She shook her head in disbelief. "A what?"

Komaru twiddled her thumbs slightly. "I mean….I'm pretty sure one of those isn't a knife but…"

"Wait, you too?"

Makoto laughed nervously. "I mean, it's better than an angel with a perm chasing bigfoot with a skyfish in his mouth."

And that’s some of my favorite lines of dialogue that I’ve written so far in the fic. There’s plenty more to come, and I’m super excited for when we get to the part where that morse code post comes into play. (Let’s just say I’m trying to write a song and leave it at that.)

Thanks for the ask, my friend!

#mod kakera posts #writing ask game #take you with me fic

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lettersformiah · 2 years

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9:19am, 8 aug

hi bubsy <3 i love you so much im in english right now and it so fucking boring. like we are just filling in the table of language features n shit and i do not care at all. mrs wilson didnt call my name on the roll so i hope she at least marked me present. but i hate her and i hate this class. thankfully only like 2 more terms of it to go ^-^ omgosh i just thought of it! today si the day you get your flowers >:] which means i cant upload this letter until after you get them and text me about them so i dont spoil the surprise! but yeah hehehe >:D i got some flowers sent to u bc obvs i cant cant get you any and i think you deserve some <3 im so sorry we havent been spending that much time together, its so fucking hard online bc i am so tired after work and dance and even just plain school and then when you are busy we cant call until late and by then im already so sleepy. i am very very sorry its so fucking hard recently but i still enjoy just sitting with you when i can. youre very very very lovely and i hope the flowers make u happy <3 mwahmwhawmahwmhamh other than that! i have a headache! but i get to hang out with kealan for a bit after school and chat so that will be nice bc i havent talked to him for like a few weeks? like properly talked ig? yesterday was mainly maya and leo chatting so i havent really hear about his life in a hot minute. thatll be fun. unless its raining then it absolutely wont be. oh! my dad is sick :( was a bit ill yesterday but this morning was even worse and didnt go to work. poor fella. i hope he feels better soon but at the very least i hope he doesnt give it to me bc as much as i hate it i do actually want to make it to gisborne this weekend. omg! my bday is saturday. so fucking weird. im gonna be old :D and our 6 month is tomorrow!! so the flowers are also for that, even though that wasnt at all what my intention for them was. they are bday flowers, anniversary flowers, and simply flowers because i love you. :D ! hehehe i love you soso smuch babba. i still have half an hour of this fuckin class left and my head achy and shit :( but ignoring that, the rest of my day will be all good and im excited to judt get home and eat bro. like i want a munch on the risotto and my chocolate and i want to talk to you. and then i have to deal with dance which will suck but this week i gotta actually go both days and im gonna try my best to enjoy it and be okay :D okok im gonna text u and tell u i wrote a letter so that u can remind me to post it after school. i love you!

i lub u so much and ur so so pretty and i cant wait to be able to give u a lil kiss on the cheek while ur sleepin cause ur sosos cute hehehhe >:D okok talk soon talk soon please wake up soon its unbearable without u <3 mwahwmahmwahmwah

-mads<3

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violettelueur · 3 years

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— RYOMEN SUKUNA || LET ME MARK YOU THEN

↳ featuring : ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of sex, mention of hickeys and grammar issues

↳ form : imagine

↳ published : 22 january

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.7k

↳ synopsis : (modern!AU) after your lectures, you decided to pay your tattoo artist boyfriend a little visit only to then be persuaded to let him draw a tattoo design on you even though you never actually wanted a real one to be marked with.

↳ barista’s notes : just a little gift to you all before today’s episode and the reset the ‘coffees in progress’ list (wip) when i get enough sleep and after my disgusting online classes, i hope you enjoy the free cup of coffee everyone ʕ•ᴥ•ʔﾉ♡ - also i feel like this is the longest imagine i have ever posted ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ

Having a morning full of tedious lectures was not someone’s ideal day and it was definitely not yours. Although, there was nothing you could do but pursue them through with as much enthusiasm and determination that you could possibly muster while being impatient about the hands on the clock taking forever to move a single inch.

However, at this moment in time, you were able to escape the suffocating lecture hall after many hours for today and was now walking down the busy streets of Tokyo with a white plastic takeaway bag in one hand while the other was occupied with your tote bag that was resting on your shoulder, which surprisingly kept hold of some of your textbooks as well as your laptop giving you some reassurance that the bag that your boyfriend gave you was going to last for quite some time.

Looking around the busy quarter of the capital, you began to notice a few high school students roaming about here and there with some hanging out with their friends - mostly likely going to a cafe or to the nearest karaoke lounge that they could find - while other were either rushing home as they entered the station or to their part-time jobs that they had managed to obtain for a few extra bucks to save up for their next step in life. Noticeably, there were also a few adults out and about with some working as street-food vendors selling delicious treats that you would be craving if you weren’t so full while others were dressed extremely professional with their laptops out on their cafe/restaurant table to what seemed like they were on their lunch break.

‘He should be on his lunch break right now, but if not, I’ll just put his food in the shop’s fridge’

Continue walking to your destination, you finally reached to a quieter area with the city leading you to then stand in front of a glass order with a ‘closed’ sign in front along with another extremely noticeable sign proudly stating ‘Malevolent Shine’ to which if you had said that to any tattoo fanatic within Japan, they would instantly know what you were talking about.

Opening the door, there was a sudden noise of a ring being heard leading you to immediately look up to see the silver bell that you told him to arrange since he always got annoyed about the number of potential clients popping up without his acknowledgement only to tell him that they didn’t book an appointment at all causing him to become more irritated - and as a matter of fact, you couldn’t blame him at all.

Looking around the tattoo shop that you had entered, there wasn’t a single person in sight leading you to come to the conclusion that you were right about his lunch break since his assistant would be at the front desk if they weren’t. Although there was no one to greet you, the dark atmosphere did. It gave an odd sense of comfort with its hints of red that could calm a customer down if they were worried about the tattoo they were committing to having on their body or if it was their first - especially when it came to him.

“Oya~ ain’t you a sexy customer? But I’m afraid we’re closed, but I don’t mind giving you a private session if you want, kitten” someone smoothly stated, leading your eyes to slowly shift to the person who was leaning against the desk with a confident smirk on his face. There he was, the mastermind behind the whole shop itself.

“Well, I’m not coming in for a tattoo but I am here to give a little gift, Sukuna,” you mischievously stated, as you lifted the white bag with the takeaway you had ordered for the man himself, leading him to look at you in surprised before tilting his head indicating you to come to the back with him.

Following his lead, you placed the bag on his table once you reached the backroom before placing your tote on the floor beside the table’s leg so it didn’t fall, letting any of your precious studious contents to be lost as well as avoiding any damage to your laptop.

“I’m surprised you’re using the bag, kitten,” Sukuna suddenly commented, as he sat on his chair while pulling out the white styrofoam box of Thai food that he always ordered along with a bento box that was wrapped in a black cloth.

“Well, how could I not? You did buy it for me,” you quietly mentioned as you took off your black longline coat before placing it behind your chair since there was nowhere else to put it.

“Did you make this?” Sukuna quickly questioned as he lifted the bento box causing you to nod at his question once you saw what he meant leading you to state, “I didn’t know if you were going to stay back tonight, so I prepared some food for you in case,” causing Sukuna to smirk since you were right about your assumption and it did catch him by surprise since he didn’t mention it to you today when he left your shared apartment.

“Thanks,” he quietly muttered before pulling his chair closer towards you so he could place a lingering kiss on your cheek to show his appreciation towards you. “How was class?” he then asked, as he began to unwrap the cloth of the box to your surprise since you bought his favourite item from the Thai restaurant but made no mention of it.

“Annoying, it was suffocating in there but the lecture was interesting so that’s a plus,” you answered, as you began to scan his messy desk that displayed the many drawings that he was working on. Some of the designs that Sukuna was drawing were almost complete, while others were in the same situation but for some odd reason, it was crossed out as if he was unsatisfied with the outcome that it was going to have which lead you to be perplexed since some of the drawings were incredibly detailed and beautiful. However, you didn’t have the eyes of an artist like your boyfriend did, instead, you had the eyes of someone that was able to analyse things exceedingly well hence why you decided to pursue a career as a criminal lawyer.

“How has the shop been while I was away?” you asked, as you carefully picked up one of the designs that the tattoo artist seemed to have scraped leading him to answer with an annoyed huff. “A pain, there’s been so many dumbass people coming in thinking they could just walk in and get a tattoo done immediately without even booking a meeting,” Sukuna answered before taking a bite of the soy-glazed fried chicken you made as he then continued with, “it was a good idea to get the bell since I could see if it was a customer I knew or not,”.

Looking at your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but smile at the man as he continuously munched the context in the box as if he hadn’t eaten in the past week when in reality he had been raiding the fridge back home only just this morning. Slowly, you turn your head back to the paper that you were holding as you continued to admire the work of art right in front of you.

To be honest, it was quite simple compared to all the other ones that were lying about on his work desk but that didn’t mean it wasn’t beautiful. The light sketch depicted a short section of a branch or stem decorated with different types of beautiful flowers and next to it was the same design with the only difference of it being coloured lightly in case the client wanted to have options.

“What happened here?” you asked before tilting the paper to the side, letting Sukuna have a glance at the design he decided to discard.

“Oh, the client cancelled since I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Sukuna casually stated leading you to nod before taking another look at the design with a small smile on your face. Sadly, it was such a waste since the design was beautiful and it was disappointing to not see Sukuna put this beautiful art into life.

Some people might wonder why you were so calm about the statement he had just given you, heck even his younger twin brother Itadori Yuji thought it was weird that it didn’t bother you as much as other girls would have been. The reason was that you were so used to him having female attention as well as male attention and it wasn’t a surprise when people would book an appointment with him just for a fling or hoping for something more than just that - and even though you were calm, there was also a hint of jealousy and fear within your heart that you couldn’t help.

It was like the first time you saw him in your second year of high school.

ꕥ

Stretching your arms, you had finally finished the last sheet of the budgets for the school clubs leading you to carefully clip the pile of sheets into the folder as you then stood up from your desk before quickly heading out of your homeroom, so you could give the documents to the student council president, who was a third-year within your school.

However, as you were walking past a few classrooms with some people greeting you with a smile, you came to a sudden halt when you saw a whole crowd of female and males students in front of you leading to a blockage of the halls and a blockage of the classroom you need to go through to hand the documents to your senior.

“Did you hear, I heard he was back?!”

“I can’t believe he’s back, I missed him so much!”

“I like Yuji’s kind and goofy personality, but how could you not love a bad boy like him?”

‘Bad boy?’

Carefully, you managed to find a gap between the sea of students and forcibly made yourself fit within the gap before badly struggling to make it through the arc of the classroom door leading you to nearly trip the second you got the chance to push through the gap to ender the class. Quickly looking around, you found your senior sitting next to someone who looked like your friend and basketball club member Itadori Yuji - well more like a mature replicant of the boy you were used to. However, unbothered by the sudden appearance of the new third-year, you speedily made your way to the council president and handed him the booklet that he needed today leading you to receive his gratitude.

Yet, before you could even take a single step away from your senior, you unexpectedly felt someone grab your wrist causing you to quickly turn around to find Itadori’s replica behind you leading to a few gasps coming from the students from the outside as well as in the homeroom.

“Is there an issue?” you firmly asked, as you looked down at his hand that had a tight grip on your wrist causing you to have a small glance at the two black bands that were tattooed around his wrist - even though it was prohibited to have any in your school, you weren’t the type to scold someone for having them since you weren’t sure on how the teacher’s thought it affected someone’s education.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” the salmon-haired third-year curiously asked, as he began to admire your wrist by gently turning it for your veins to come into view before beginning to trace your skin with the tip of his thumb causing a light shiver to go down your spine due to the ticklish feeling as well as his deep voice which was the complete opposite to what you thought it was going to be.

‘So this is the infamous Sukuna everyone was talking about’

“Not really,” you answered as you looked at him causing his eyes to look back at you before you continued with “I don’t think it would suit me at all,”.

“I disagree,” Sukuna counteracted, as he went back to admire the blank canvas of your wrist that he wanted to draw on so badly. No not draw. Mark. “I think you’ll suit something, maybe something on your neck or collarbone at best actually,” Sukuna mentioned leading you to give him a confused expression before he then proceeded with his speech by saying, “I’ll convince you one day and mark you brat”,

‘What...did….he….just….call….me..?’

“Ah...good luck with that idiot,” you stated in an annoyed tone leading to a few of the admiring student to gasp at your wording as well as sudden confident as they were scared on what was going to happen to you now since Sukuna wasn’t the type to tolerate insults in a nice way no matter what gender you were. However, exceeding the audience’s assumptions, Sukuna began to smirk excitedly at your attitude as he suddenly found you more interesting than any other girl he has met at the back of the school.

“Be prepared, little kitten”

ꕥ

‘That nickname….’

Back then Sukuna was known to be a playboy from what you could recall, every week there was news on the new girl he had managed to convince to meet at the back alley of the school while you were just being a model student with the dream of going to law school. However, during the middle of the school year, you began to realise that the common scandalous news that seemed to be popular enough for it to be on the front cover of the newspaper began to gradually fade as Sukuna slowly pushed himself into your life since you were close with his twin brother due to your friend being part of the basketball team as the assistant coach - she even mentioned that ever since Sukuna came into your life he had stopped his acts and change slightly because of you to which, of course, you denied at the time.

It was during the first term of your third-year that you agreed to give Sukuna a chance since he was constantly annoying you by popping up at the school gate after school to ‘walk you home’ ever since his graduation - when in reality it was to take you out somewhere - without fail even when you had to stay in a few hours. However, you had given him three conditions since you were still conscious of the consequences of dating someone with such a disgraceful built reputation - much to his dismay, he shockingly agreed.

If you are going to have a fling with someone behind my back, don’t think about seeing or talking to me again.

I know you are sexually active, but you have to wait until I’m ready.

Don’t tattoo me.

Let’s just say that Sukuna had managed to keep condition number one in check and you didn’t have to worry about it at all, while with condition number two he didn’t have to wait that long for you to give in to your desires which you could tell he certainly enjoyed when you finally gave him the ‘okay’.

Number three though...

“Do you want to try that design out?”

Breaking from your daze, you quickly turned your head to find your boyfriend staring at you - with the bento box practically empty at this point - while tilting his head to the paper that was still within your grasp.

“I think you giving me hickeys are enough in my opinion, babe” you jokingly mentioned leading to both you and Sukuna laughing at each other slightly.

“I mean, do you want me to draw it on you to see how it looks?” he then asked, causing you to look at the floral design one last time before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Trying it out won’t hurt right?’

“I need a confident answer little kitten, where did that feisty attitude of yours back in high school go?” Sukuna teased, causing you to give him the side glance before giving him the verbal permission that he wanted, leading him to smirk at you since knew his mockery would get you to give him what he wanted since you were also the stubborn type - a side that he always loved to play with.

Grabbing his pen and a black pot full of his thin-tipped coloured skin markers, he wheels his chair even closer to your before pausing, leading you to look at him in confusion since you had already pulled your wrist in front of him, the same area he had grabbed back in high school.

“You’re wearing a lot of clothing today,” Sukuna muttered as he began to fiddle with the collar of your white silk dress shirt causing you to look at him with extreme confusion before mentioning, “well it is getting colder since the Autumn season is coming around,” leading him to hum in an understanding tone as he continued to play with the smooth fabric.

“I want to draw on your collarbone area, I don’t want to draw on the area where the client wanted it to be,” Sukuna stated as he lightly pushed away your wrist leading you to realise why he paused. “You can,” you quickly mentioned leading the tattoo artist to look at you to see if you were lying, only to see nothing but the light of the trust within your eyes.

Slowly, Sukuna began to reach over to the top button to then unhook it from its loop before continuously doing the same with the others until enough skin of your shoulders were exposed with the top half of your shirt resting on the side of your arms to which then he slowly moved away the right-hand side of your bra strap to fully expose the canvas that he wanted to mark so eagerly.

Admiring the skin that was in front of him, Sukuna began to trace the area with his thumb before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on the same side of your neck before cradling your face on the other side with his other hand - as if it was a way for him to say ‘thank you’ for letting him do this.

Regrettably pulling away, Sukuna quickly grabbed his black pen as he then leaned in towards your collarbone to start drawing the outline of his design on his now favourite canvas causing you to shiver somehow due to how ticklish and weird the sensation felt when the ballpoint pen continuously gently gilded upon your skin. However, what got you shaking the most was the constant feeling of your boyfriend’s breath being felt on your upper body now that your shirt was basically off - it wasn’t completely off to the same feeling when you were underneath him the first time you allowed him to make his claim on you.

“Baby, it feels ticklish,” you commented, the second you felt a different sensation upon your skin leading Sukuna to glance up to check if you were alright like you were an actual client before placing another kiss on your jawline in a way to comfort you since he had switched to his skin markers to colour in the design he had drawn on you.

“You’re being a good kitten though, you’re not moving a lot then I thought you would,” the tattoo artist whispered leading you to quiver as his deep voice was not helping so much with your beating heart - erratic to the point where you thought he could hear or even feel.

Due to Sukuna concentrating, you couldn’t help but keep silent to help him continue with his work causing you to glance around your room with your eyes before landing upon a wall where there was a multitude of messages written leading you to carefully scan the writings that were visibly presenting themselves.

As expected, there were messages of encouragement - not that the arrogant Sukuna needed it to be honest, but it was nice of the client to do so - and a few drawings from other tattoo artists that Sukuna had famously done. However, not to your surprise, there were a few numbers here and there causing you to sigh since you couldn’t help it - you couldn’t blame your boyfriend for being an extremely handsome man.

Unexpectedly, you felt another kiss being placed upon your cheek causing you to look towards your boyfriend with a smile on your face - it was as if he knew what you were looking at. “I’m finished by the way,” Sukuna announced, causing you to look at him with widened eyes since the drawing session was a little faster than you had anticipated.

Reaching over to a drawer in his desk, Sukuna suddenly pulled out a mirror before passing it to you, leading you to lift up the little instrument to see the result that was drawn on your skin.

“You changed the design,” you quietly stated, as you began to tenderly trace the design with your index finger as you began to admire the piece of art that was masterfully drawn on your collar bone. The tattoo beautifully depicted a single strand of a blooming lavender across your collarbone with each petal in different shades of purple while the buds that weren’t in bloom were in a slight pale pink shade making you smile more since Sukuna drew this straight from his head causing you to have a hint of proudness for him.

“I wasn’t going to give you that previous design, it doesn’t suit you one bit,” the salmon-haired artist mentioned as he continued with, “I’m not going to let that disgusting design touch your skin, especially since this is the first time you let me mark you somewhat,” as he then moved behind you before placing his chin on your shoulder to look at you through the mirror you were holding.

“I might let you mark me permanently then,” you suddenly announced causing your boyfriend to look at you with a surprised look on his face leading you to giggle at his reaction.

“Yeah, let’s break condition three then, you can mark me this one time,” you informed him as you turned to look at him, causing Sukuna to give you his classic smirk before possessively grabbing your chin leading him to lean closer to you.

“Let me mark you then”

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miekasa · 3 years

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iced tea

+ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

+ genres and warnings: college au, levi is the best not yet boyfriend au, erwin would definitely be an insufferable project partner to have but you gotta love him au

+ summary: there are three rules of night class. come on time, come prepared, and come with snacks. you forget about rule number three. luckily, levi’s there to save the day.

There’s only one appeal to signing up for a three-hour night class, and it’s that you only ever have to muster up the will to attend once a week. It’s a sacrifice, but it definitely cuts down on the temptation of skipping like you would a normal, one-hour section course. Just one and done.

Plus, you have Erwin with you in this class. Is he a little bit of a professor’s pet and consistently overly chipper every class despite knowing he’s about to endure 180 minutes of lecture? Sure, but at least you don’t have to suffer alone.

Really, it’s not as bad as it sounds, especially if the course is interesting enough, or easy enough, and luckily for you, yours is both. Not to mention, your professor is brilliant, actually entertaining, and does her best to keep the class engaging—she’s funny in the dorky, lovable professor kind of way. And she gives you short, ten to fifteen minute breaks at every hour mark just to make sure everyone doesn’t completely lose their minds.

It’s a commitment, but you’ve grown to actually enjoy it. As long as you follow the three rules of night class: come on time, come with your notes prepared so that you don’t get upstaged by Erwin, and come with—

“Fuck,” you curse, watching as Erwin pulls out one of his many, tiny, organic, boxed juices. The ones meant for children with soy sensitivities that Erwin claims are packed with more nutrients.

“What’s up?” He questions, more shocked than concerned, at your sudden profanity as he sets his juice box in the right corner of his desk.

You pout. “I forgot to bring snacks.”

Come on time, come with your notes prepared so that you don’t get upstaged by Erwin, and come with snacks. Those were the only three rules of night class, and you’d completely forgotten about the most important one.

“Oh,” Erwin grins, pulling a chocolate bar from his lunch bag and taunting you with it, “Sounds like a you problem.”

You snatch a piece from the top corner, stuffing part of it into your mouth to spite him; but you regret your choices as soon as it melts on your tongue.

“What the fuck—is this mint chocolate?” you complain, swallowing the rest of the sweet with disdain.

“Yes it is,” Erwin huffs, grabbing the remaining stolen bit from between your fingers and popping it into his mouth, “And it is delicious.”

“You’re an actual menace to society.”

Erwin crinkles his nose at you, “A menace to society with snacks for the next three hours.”

His comment makes you groan, albeit a little dramatically, and you slump back in your chair to debate your options. Class doesn’t start for another twelve minutes; you could try and run to the student center quickly to buy some last minute snacks, but the line was probably already lengthy with students of similar trains of thought, meaning you’d be late if you stuck it out, which would leave you violating rules one and three tonight. Erwin makes you sit in the front row with him, and you were not willing to take the late walk of shame with an armful of snacks in tow.

You could wait it out until the first hour break, but they’ll probably be sold out of anything good by then, not to mention the race to beat out the line again. If you played your cards right, you could order food during class and time it so that it was delivered during your break, but that was risky.

Alternatively, you could try and sprint to the concessions stand near the library, but going there and back was so much further away than the student center; you’d probably end up late, too.

“Hey,” you call to Erwin, refraining from rolling your eyes as he sets all six thousand and twenty eight of his colored pens on his desk for the evening, “Is Hange still on campus?”

“No, they have work today.”

You groan. Why did Hange have to be so responsible and good with their time-management skills. They was your last hope. Unless—

“Do you think Levi will bring me Starbucks?”

“Probably,” Erwin shrugs, humming to himself; but then he thinks it over, replying again with a knowing smirk on his face, “Actually, definitely. If he’s still here, but he probably is. You know him.”

You pout, the possibility of Levi being home is high, but so is that of him being cooped up in his favorite library. Either way, he would likely be studying right now, and you’d hate to disturb him, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[sent 6:47pm] you — leeevaaaaaaaaai are you still on campus

[received 6:47pm] leeevaaai — yes — why, what’s wrong

[sent 6:47pm] you — uwu — wanna bring me something from starbucks before class — i have my 3 hour lecture today and i forgot snacks :—( — and erwin won’t share his organic $1500 whole foods gummy bears with me

[received 6:48pm] leeevaaai — i told you i don’t like the smileys with the noses, they’re ugly — should you even be drinking coffee this late, you’ll be up until the ass crack of dawn

You scoff audibly, and Erwin takes this as an invitation to peep at your screen. Your comment about his snacks does not go unnoticed, as bitterly munches on his (yes, in fact, organic and gluten-free, as if it being mint flavored wasn’t criminal enough) chocolate bar.

[sent 6:48pm] you — that’s RICH coming from you mister

[received 6:48pm] leeevaaai — you’re being awfully rude to someone you expect to buy you a $7 drink

[sent 6:48pm] you — hehe sorry i loooove you leeevaaai — venti iced chai latte — light ice

[received 6:49pm] leeevaaai — do you think i don’t know your overpriced starbucks order by now

[sent 6:49pm] you — uwu :—)

[received 6:49pm] leeevaaai — but you’re getting a grande, i’m not made of money — and it’s punishment for sending another ugly nose smiley

[sent 6:49pm] you — un-uwu

“I don’t blame him,” Erwin chuckles, scrunching the wrapper from his now finished bar between his fingers.

You flick him away, ignoring the turning heads of your classmates as Erwin’s pens fall in the aftermath. It’s seven o’clock on the dot when your laptop pings loudly with an incoming message from Levi—and a subsequent groan from Erwin, who breeches your personal space once more to press the mute button on your keyboard.

[received 7:00pm] leeevaaai — where are you sitting

[sent 7:00pm] you — front row to the right — erwin’s idea not mine

Levi spots Erwin’s bright blonde hair before he sees you, scoffing to himself as he makes his way to the front of the room; a tray with three Starbucks cups, and a plastic bag in tow. Erwin sees him first, too, waving at him as he crosses from the left side to where the two of you are seated.

“Aw, Levi, you brought me one!” Erwin all but squeaks, reaching for one of the other drinks with grabby hands after you take your iced drink from the tray.

But Levi pulls one hot drink from the tray for himself, and pulls the remaining one out of arm’s reach. “As if,” he grumbles, bringing his own cup to his lips.

“You’re the best, Levi,” you smile, sticking your tongue out at Erwin. Levi only offers you a small nod as acknowledgement. He extends his left hand now, the plastic bag sliding off his wrist and onto your desk, silently.

Confused, you lean forward, setting your drink down to open the contents of the bag. Inside, there are two granola bars, a bagel, cream cheese, some kind of sandwich, and a small Nutella to-go cup with mini breadsticks attached. When you look back up at Levi, he simply shrugs, sipping on his drink again while a light pink dusts over the tips of his ears.

“You said you forgot your snacks,” he explains, “I knew you’d text me the whole time, bitching about how Erwin wouldn’t share his zero-calorie lemon rinds if you didn’t have your own.”

You take note that the chai he brought you was, in fact, a venti, and not a grande like he’d threatened, and that the granola bars in the bag are not only your favorite flavor, but from your favorite brand, too; and you find yourself smiling as you decipher the very clear message underneath Levi’s less than poetic words.

“What’s in the other cup?” Erwin asks, pointing at the remaining drink. Levi carefully lifts it from the tray, and sets it down on the other corner of your desk, a safe distance away from your laptop.

“Tea,” he says shortly, “So you don’t lose your mind after inhaling your coffee.”

“This is tea, too. Chai is tea, Levi.”

“Tea without milk or six kilograms of sugar,” Levi corrects you, “Or ice.”

“Iced tea is tea, you know.”

Levi doesn’t respond to that with anything but a glare. You smile at his stoicism. Erwin thinks the whole exchange is kind of weird, and wonders where you possibly get the gall to make fun of his taste in snacks when you can’t even realize you’re in love with a man who refuses to identify iced tea as a valid form of tea.

“I better go before she starts,” Levi speaks, a single hand referencing to your professor behind him, who looks just about ready to begin class for the evening, “Call me when you’re done, I’ll drive you two home.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, Erwin and I usually take the b—”

“Brat,” Levi cuts your words short, “Call me when you’re finished. I’ll be in the library.”

You throw daggers at him with your eyes, but your resolve is waning, once again, as you closely read at the implications of Levi’s promise. You accept, and Erwin is more than happy for the free ride.

Levi hums. “And eat the bagel before the Nutella.”

“You’re annoying.”

“I’m a saint,” Levi deadpans, placing the palm of his hand on the top of your head affectionately, “Call me.”

He walks away before you can debate again, just as your professor speaks into the microphone to grab everyone’s attention. You scrunch your nose, hands flying to your hair to smooth out the aftermath of Levi’s playfulness, before opening your notes for the evening.

“You’re really dense aren’t you?” Erwin asks, one eyebrow raised, but the overall look on his face is more than fond, “It’s kind of cute.”

“Huh?” you question, cheeks stuffed with food as you bite into your bagel, “Dense about what?”

Erwin shakes his head, turning back to laptop with an exasperated expression, the fondness in his eyes fading quickly. “Hopeless,” he mumbles, “The both of you.”

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