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screampied · 6 months

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FANTASIZE. — GOJO SATORU. ☆

synopsis: it's the middle of the night and your mascara's streaming down your face. man, breakups are the worst-so what do you do? go to your fwb for "comfort." he gives you comfort, alright. ★

wc: 4.7k+

warnings: fwb trope , pwp, quickie , size kink, dacryphilia, degradation, unprotected sex, mating press, breeding, overstimulation, oral [m], face-fucking, praise kink, dumbification kink, pet names, hair pulling, not yet proofread

an: my first request!! Heavily based off Ariana's "fantasize" bcos that song iz still stuck in my head :/

3:29 A.M

you: wake up. please.

typing . . .

gojo: girl.. it's like three am.

you: you know why i'm texting u this late, satoru.

typing . . .

gojo: oh yeahh, true. well? come over then ;)

seen

you were on gojo's doorstep in nothing but some two year old university hoodie and a simple skirt, despite it being around the middle of the night, you couldn’t sleep, and you needed any sorts of distraction from your previous breakup. mascara raced down both sides of your cheeks, practically sticking to your skin, you were a devastating mess—sniffling, you wipe your eyes once the door creeks open, and there he is.

“i gotta say, babe. your taste in men is pretty shitty,” he scratches his head with a simple shrug. he chuckles, spotting you shoot him a glare from his peripherals as he held his front door open for you to step inside. “…then again, you always come crawling back to me after getting dumped so-”

“i didn’t come here to talk.” you sighed, slipping off your shoes before staring directly up at him.

“oh, i know.” he smiles with reassurance in his voice, almost as if he was mocking you. “this the part where i take my pants off right? baby, even if you’re all heartbroken, you’re still so so predictable..”

“…damn, no f-foreplay?” he nervously smiles, averting his eyes towards you—gojo wore nothing but simple sweats, grey at that, his hair was slightly messy but it made him ten times more attractive. a simple tank top covered his abdomen, and you could just about make out his ripped pecs just poking through the thin cloth piece of fabric.

you didn’t wanna waste any time, he could tell by the way you just easily shoved him with ease, against his own bed. you started to feel yourself throb, just having your fingers tangled against the thin white strings of his sweatpants. “shut up.” you mumbled, starting to pull his pants down.

“ya sure you wanna go down on me, babe? that gag reflex of yours—”

“satoru.” you glared, and he just smiles, so eager to use every second to get under your skin. but god, was he annoying. he knew he was too, the both of you knew it, gojo satoru was just purely infuriating.

sometimes you wonder why you’ve been fucking him on the low. of course not during your relationships, but he was the only person there for you in the aftermath, the only one there to comfort you, so to speak. even if that particular way was to be inside you—alas, if it was anything gojo was good at, it was fucking you. making you forget about your shitty exes. it was just something he knew how to do. he knew how to do it right too. gojo was a perfectionist after all.

“gonna suck me off with cute tears streamin’ down y’er face, yeah?” he praises, bringing a hand towards your hair, giving the crown of your head a light stroke, it’s soothing. though it causes you to let off a soft whine, feeling yourself start to throb just a bit more just from his strong, loud cologne scent that scattered across the entire room. “look at me while you do, then. wanna see that pretty face while it gets ruined.”

“your dirty talk is improving.” you sulked, and it makes gojo the one glaring at you now—it's cute.

gojo doesn't reply.

instead, he wraps a hand slightly around the back of your neck, bringing your face close towards his bright white briefs. rubbing your face against his bulge and he grunts. “shame how you make me hard even with that annoying bratty mouth of yours.”

after that little snarky remark, gojo couldn’t wait anymore. he was getting impatient, and your teasing wasn’t helping. he stares at you, watching you with close intent on the way you pull down his boxers just halfway, leaning in close enough to give his shaft a nice long lick, from his base to his very reddened coloured tip.

“s-shit.” he grunts, and you keep your eyes remained on him the entire time, his grey sweats were just visibly pulled down to his ankles as he sat up near the very edge of his un-made up bed.

gojo lets off a soft sigh, and it's more of a grunt with the way his voice pitches—his legs spread just a bit, a hand rubs against his leg. your tongue softly swipes against the head of his cock and he nibbles on his lip a little to quiet himself.

he gets a bit of shivers, feeling the very tip of your tongue playfully caress the few veins that poked out on his dick. gojo was surprisingly well trimmed, just a few tiny specks of white hair covering near the lower part of his base, but he was heavy and oh was he hefty as well. gojo satoru was the epitome of a 'packer.'

“open that mouth. tired of waitin’,” he grumbles, and he’s growing so frustrated, you can tell from his facial expressions and the way he kept shifting on the cushions. your blink at him, slowly opening your mouth before he intakes a sharp breath. “stick out y’er tongue, babe.”

you do, lolling it out and gojo grunts, wrapping his fingers around his dick before slowly slapping his thickness against your tongue. “think you deserve it?”

a pout makes its way against your lips, you were eager, whines were getting pulled from you at his consistent teasing and him slapping his pretty glossed tip against your tongue. all you could do was nod, you were on your knees while he was sat upright near the very edge of the bed.

“nuh uh,” he clicks his tongue, bringing a hand towards the back of your head to give hair a light pull, moving your head just slightly in a moving rotation. “need 'ta hear you say ya want me, gorgeous.”

what an egotistical jerk.

you wondered why you put up with someone as such as gojo satoru, but then you remembered. he always knew how to fuck good.

“i- i want you, satoru. i want it..” you mewled, the mess between your legs only making you dampen more and more. your thighs squeezed shut against each other as it was hidden beneath your pretty plaid skirt, and once you voice those sweet words. gojo lets off a cheerful yet cocky hum, using a hand to open your mouth just a bit before pushing himself inside.

it’s been a while since you sucked him off, usually it’d be him to eat you out. for hours, not to mention.

“shit,” he curses, feeling you immediately waste no time, wrapping your lips around his cock. your lashes fluttered before glancing up at him. gojo stares right back down at you—his abs flex beneath his shirt and it's sexy, his posture is even attractive. gojo’s slouching a bit with one leg stretched towards his side, it doesn’t take that much long before his eyes start to seductively go back, along with his uneven pink lips opening just a bit to breathe and pant. “missed y’er slutty throat, babe. always know how ‘ta suck it good.”

you wrap a hand swiftly around his base, and your head starts to bobble up and down, he was huge and his girth only doubled that.

your tongue meets against a few of his veins and he grunts, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“must have been hungry, yeah?” he pants, faking a pout on his lips as he pushes you down just a bit further on his length. you nod, using as much of your own spit as you can to make the experience more pleasurable for him—who were you kidding though? you just wanted to forget.

about everything, your heartbreak, the past arguments, literally everything.

“shit, with a face that pretty,” he huffs out, growing more hornier from your tongue sliding and grazing against his tip. “gotta fuck it, babe.”

you start to gag just a bit once gojo tilts his hips forward a bit and he starts to thrust in your mouth. your nails dig into his thighs, wanting for him to continue and he swipes a thumb across your cheek that was full of your ruined mascara from crying many hours ago. “good girl. you should be cryin’ like this, not wastin’ those pretty tears because of some scumbag.”

you whined, reaching down to play with yourself just a bit, still sucking him off and trying your best not to use your teeth. “eyes on me, babe,” he reminds you, tapping the side of your temple and you’re just about weak in the knees.

you started second-guessing yourself, there had to be some reasonable reason why gojo fucked better than any of your exes, boyfriends, anyone.

even if it killed you to say it, you had to admit, he knew just how to please a woman—especially if that woman was you. you knew you had to be careful though, gojo wasn’t the type of guy to settle down in a relationship, he made that known the moment you two started your little 'fling.' if you could even call it that, friends with benefits.

were you starting to … fall for him? damn, that would be bad to say the least. outside the bedroom, gojo would always tease you, he was more so playful and of course, flirty.

“think 'm getting close,” he pants, and his breathing patterns change, and your head just goes up and down—he’s got a good strong grip on some strands of your hair as he watches you with dilated pupils, the way your tongue works around his tips sends him shivers, his leg starts to bounce as he’s chasing his incoming anticipation.

the build up, it makes his mouth go dry that he’s almost speechless, which is so ironic because of how he’s literally always talking your ear off.

“fuck, doing so good f'r me,” he says, and his voice starts to get a bit whiney from how sensitive he’s growing. that feeds your ego just a little, just knowing that you’re making him like this. all just from your tongue, and maybe a little bit of stimulation.

gojo moans, feeling your tongue flick against the frenulum part of his dick and he pauses for a moment, the way his eyes roll back just a bit was so sexy—that was one way to make you throb even more, and it certainly did.

your tongue runs up and up, almost as if it was a race and he’s so close to loosing focus. he’s not thrusting his hips into your mouth anymore, instead he plops flat on his back against the bed. you giggle, standing up while your mouth was still attached to his soon-to-be flaccid dick.

“c-cumming,” he grunts, watching your own drool pour down your chin. you were so messy, you couldn’t help it. it was one of the many things gojo loved about you, actually. once he came, he shakes a bit. shuddering, and letting off a cute moan, he catches his breath as you look at him with half-open eyes. “swallow ‘n show me, baby.”

within seconds later, you swallow his load and it tastes sweet, yet bitter. your eyes squeezed shut for a moment before you stuck your tongue out again, and he brushes a thumb against your chin to remove your spit.

“cock hungry whore,” he whines, still catching his breath before leaning down towards you only to squeeze your cheeks together. “now gimme a kiss.”

you whined, sitting up to kiss gojo and he wraps a hand around your waist, tasting himself on your lips, his tongue drags against yours and you whimper before making your way onto his lap. he chuckles at your enthusiasm, sliding a hand up and down your waist slowly to make you moan even more for him.

after a few moments, gojo pulls away to breathe until both hands of his attach to your waist. his gaze was just enticing, you could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“barely touched ya and you're nothin' but a sticky mess,” he grunts, and gojo snickers once he feels you start to grind and grind your hips against him sensually, you’re so needy and desperate for more of his touch. “walkin’ around with no panties, don’t tell me you’re just a dumb slut who just wants a crumb of dick.”

“satoru—please.” you begged, aching and itching for him to be inside already. he trails his lengthy fingers against your ass, no panties behind displayed and all you had covering you, just barely, was a plaid skirt. he grins, giving your ass a two-second squeeze before spanking it to hear you whine out. “fuck me satoru.”

“fine.” he says, stroking your chin to reach down between your legs. you moan and that single motion makes your back arch whilst your hands were thrown over his shoulders. “go slow baby, don’t want you to hurt y’erself.”

“shut t-the fuck up.” you whined, barely able to keep up your facade. gojo’s dick hovered against your achy folds. just a few inches and he’d be inside, just imagining him fucking you ruthlessly made your mouth start to water, you were hungry for it.

'desperate' was the perfect word to describe you.

“how ‘bout ya make me, hmm.” he teases, and he was so cheeky. you hated it, but then again, the way he fucks you always made up for it.

no reply.

instead of using words, you decided to let your pussy do the talking. aligning yourself against him, gojo sits upright with such a cocky grin. “go slow, babe. wouldn’t want ya to hurt yourself. been a while since i've—shit…” he pauses before nervously smiling. “…been inside this tight pussy.”

it was warm, you chewed on your bottom lip as you sank down on him, immediately leaning into him to give him… a hug?

gojo was just as surprised as you, it seemed you were acting a bit different. of course you’d be, you’d just gotten out a relationship. so you’d tend to be a bit more clingy than usual. not that he ever minded, he preferred you like this, so cute and sentimental, all in your feelings. but despite that, it was just sex and nothing more.

or was it?

“fuck,” you moaned, practically straddling him now. gojo’s hair is messy, it’s all in his face, white stands splattered all across his forehead to where it was just effortlessly attractive. he didn’t even have to do much to make you pulse between your legs. “quit looking at me.”

“but you’re so pretty when you try to take control,” he shrugs, flashing a cheesy grin and you’re just embarrassed. he was certainly enjoying this, getting underneath your skin. and you let him.

every.

single.

time.

your lips tremor as you whimper, he’s nearly all the way inside and he stretched out your cunt, you’re dizzy out of nowhere and your eyes get a bit droopy—but fuck, gojo’s amused, using one hand to rub down your back as you start to rock your hips against him, biting down hard on your bottom lip as the tip of his cock mashed and kisses against your sensitive areas.

“uh oh,” he huffs out in a short mini pant, swiping a tongue against his lips before grunting. you were sopping wet, he spanks your ass to quicken your pace and you moaned. “this what you call ridin' someone? thought i taught ya better than that, babe,” and then he sniggers at seeing your face drop once he holds your hips firmly still and in place. “if you can’t do it right, maybe we should just end this thing-”

“n-no, okay okay okay,” you stuttered, so desperate for him to fuck you, but you had to fuck him first. gojo hums to himself, and you start to ride him. a tiny mewl exits past your lips once you move against him before you’re bouncing on his lap. your head’s spinning, mind s racing miles a minute and it’s just euphoric.

gojo’s got such the cockiest grin on his lips as you maneuver yourself against him, chewing on your lip every few seconds to suppress your sweet sounds, he eyes you up and down before his voice gets a bit rapsy, turning you on ultimately.

“speed it up, baby,” he grunts, spanking your ass once more and you whimper from feeling his touch press against your skin. “touch yourself while you ride me. give me a little show. show me what i’ve been missin' since you’ve been away from me for so long.”

“o-okay.” you breathed, bringing a shaky hand towards your body, panting as you rode him. his dick reached deep—damn. his girth, it was just appetizing, you needed gojo satoru carnally, more than anything.

you and him both knew that.

gojo smiles, watching you start to fondle with your perky nipples that visibly poked beneath your tank top, rocking your hips against him back and forth to where a low grunt leaves from his mouth every few seconds.

it was strenuous on how repetitive your movements were against him. who were you kidding though, you missed this. you missed him. perhaps though, in reality you just missed his dick.

yeah…. it was probably that.

“touch yourself as in..play with your pussy, dummy.” he teases, watching you whimper once he spanks you again, you’re feeling yourself become close each time he reaches deeper.

now your mouth starts to become dry, your head’s still spinning and you’re just about at a loss of words.

“…g-gonna cum soon, 'toru,” you alerted him, slithering your fingers down towards your throbbing clit. the stimulation made your eyes nearly close shut as his thick length drags across your cunt so righteously thorough, making sure to not miss a spot to reach you deep where you can feel his pure existence.

“aw,” he hums, gripping your hips to make you bounce harder on him. you whimper from gojo taking such initiative, holding onto him as he’s drilling himself into you basically since your legs were starting to become numb, you could barely ride him but you continued to bounce against him again and again, leaning into his neck to softly nibble and suck against his skin. “mhm. i missed you too.”

you could hear such arrogance drip from his voice, causing you to become more wet for him in the process. again, a perfect word to describe the entire situation would be:

embarrassing.

before long, you came and that was one of the best orgasms you’ve had in a long time. no matter how much you denied it, no one could you please you, fuck you, hell—pleasure you as much and good as gojo did. you throbbed immensely with your legs joining from how it was just shaking and shivering, your body practically going limp.

this brings such a smile to gojo’s face, still shamefully playing with yourself.

a hand dug deep between your pried open legs, your chest heaves as you stare at gojo and he pecks a kiss on your lips, muttering something along the lines of, “my good fuckin’ sloppy girl.”

but once he had you on your back, it was an entirely different story. gojo had completely dominance and control now—vigorous mean smacks and hits against your pussy, making sure to grow quiet purposely to hear how sinful your cunt was to him.

to say the least, he was addicted. your pussy was too good for him to not constantly fuck you.

gojo wasn’t too interested in relationships, but who was he to turn down a good fuck?

exactly.

you had so many orgasms pulled out of you, you practically lost count.

you were currently now just laid flat on your back, just about being folded. your pussy sang constant harmonies by how many times gojo made it squelch and cry out for him, for some reason he always loved putting you in mating press. partially because of the eye contact.

but also, he just loves to gently press against your tummy while staring deep into your eyes, speaking to you in such a phony-mocking tone, asking you if you feel him.

it’s a rhetorical question, you weren’t supposed to answer it because of course you feel gojo. his dick was pummeling in and out of your sweet cunt to where your vision started to turn a bit hazy. this position gave him an excuse to fuck you deeper, striking his hips against you repeatedly with your cute legs just sticking up in the air. perfectly hanging over his shoulders.

“you’re such a slutty girl, babe. always lettin' me break this pussy,” he pants, his voice turns more raspy to match his ruthless thrusts and you whimper, dragging your nails against his thick calves. his balls thwacked and thwacked against you, you felt so warm and you’re just a noisy mess.

you don't even realize you’re drooling while maintaining initiate eye contact with gojo. “..cute,” he raises his brows, bringing a thumb up to your lips to wipe it. “only i can make ya drool for cock, hm?”

you eagerly nodded, tears poking in your eyes. the dried up mascara sticking to your lashes still remained. “y-yes, satoru please. ‘s really good. want more.”

“course ya do,” he cursed, deepening his hits against you and you feel him reach more once he dips and pivots his hips. you moan, your mouth opening—a dramatic gasp type moan leaves your lips and he leans in to kiss you. you’re taken by surprise, but you sink into his warm embrace, running your needy tongue against his while he’s still occupying his cock between your tight stingy walls that was never gonna let him go.

the kiss was one word, sloppy.

partially because of you. you couldn’t think straight while you were getting mercilessly pounded in his bed. gojo tasted sweet, minty and a bit honeyed flavored, his tongue softly clashed against yours and you feel his lips form into a smile once he playfully sucks on your tongue.

his breathing along with yours was warm, it was really intimate, for a second you forgot about your depressing heartbreak—and it was all because of what’s between gojo’s legs, who knew.

butterflies started to form in your stomach, and it made you cringe, you really hoped you weren’t falling for him but he made it so hard. gojo’s been fucking you for hours and hours non-stop, his name approximately lived inside your head rent-free.

it’s all you were ever moaning out anyway, or just blabbering how you were about to cum again and again and again, he’s got you in a chokehold.

“f-fuck,” he groans, feeling himself swell. reaching his very peak. he felt a sensation brew up in his thighs as he continued to drill himself into your tight pussy that kept hugging onto him tightly. he loved how clingy you were. and you couldn’t exactly help it too, it was as if your body had a mind of it’s own. gojo’s strokes were so delicious, your eyes slowly roll back now just like his were, piercing the edges of your nails into his skin as you’re being fucked limp quite again. “gonna make me dump another load, babe. overflow your sloppy heartbroken pussy with s’much of me.”

his voice was a bit shaky now, it was honestly cute. droplets of sweat beads raced down gojo’s forehead as he’s panting, his breathing patterns were staggeringly fast-paced and rapid as he stares at you and—oh shit, he’s feral. you could see from how his pretty cerulean eyes never leave yours. it’s as if his pupils dilate just slightly each moment he gets more close.

he’s hungry, gojo licks his lips at just envisioning himself pumping you fell again, watching his own sticky cum pour out of your hole just to plug it back in again.

“fill me p-please, 'toru.” you begged, and his body weight was crushing you, not literally, but he was pressed against you—you were for sure limp now, your arms were just sprawled against your sides as your head just bounces back against the cushioned mattress within each deep thrust he presents to you. “stuff me full, satoru. breed m-me.”

“would be kinda funny if i made you a mama,” he whispers, his tone was playfully yet sweet, he was purely mocking you though. he’s maintaining deep eye contact as his thrusts transmits you to such a high, you whimper for him to continue because you were coming close too. “make this perfect tummy all swollen and r-round,” he sighs, rotating his hips against you—it was sloppy, an entire mess. some of his cum from him recently spilling into you dripped down your thighs and you moaned from how messy it was. “bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

“m-maybe.” you muttered out, clinging onto his wrist and he chuckles.

“maybe?” he repeats after you, leaning in to kiss the side of your mouth—gojo’s buried entirely balls deep and you’re just panting and panting, both chasing your incoming releases.

you shiver a bit, feeling him rub a hand across your tummy, mimicking his previous action of pressing down on it. “tsk, poor dumb baby. can’t even think straight. bet all you’re thinkin’ about ‘s getting filled, huh?”

you sniffled, throwing your arms around gojo and he chuckles, licking a stripe up your neck only to sink his teeth against your collarbone lightly to hear you moan.

“s’ okay, babe. cum with me,” he says in a hushed tone, his voice was so deep and seductive, just hearing gojo’s voice against your ear was just enough to make you soaked already, as pathetic as it was. “be my messy girl, don’t be shy. love when you slut yourself out for me, it’s cute.”

“s-satoru,” you squeaked, your nails were piercing into his soft skin as your right thigh started to bounce against him as you chased your incoming high. “fuck, ‘s deep, satoru. fill me please.”

gojo kisses the top of your forehead as his hips strike and rummage inside your walls, you clamp down on his so good he grunts, it’s so raspy and pitched it makes you throb. “shit, better not waste it then. come on baby, relax,” and he’s talking you through your orgasm—acknowledging your changing breathing patterns that he knew whenever you were close, he brings a thumb towards your cheek to stroke your chin before smiling. “give it to me.”

you whimpered once another orgasm got stolen from you, you’re just being pounded into the mattress with random blabbering leaving your lips, you’re so dumb, so cockdrunk, again it’s really pathetic.

gojo groans, feeling you tighten against him before it’s his turn. his hips slow but still maneuver and pivot against you, and once he came, it was a thick load, he’s the one about to drool now. he averts his eyes towards your pussy, watching his own cum spill out of you, it’s hypnotizing to him. gojo runs a thumb against your slit and you whimper once he pauses his thrusts but slowly pulls out. a pop sound was created and you whined, wanting him to keep stuffing you full.

you craved it.

gojo leans in, kissing you for a final time and it wasn’t as sloppy like last time—more passionate and sincere, which scared you a little. you hoped you weren’t catching feelings. gojo probably hoped you were though.

“satoru.” you panted, once he pulled away. “i-i think i love you.”

he’s panting and catching his breath as well as you, he sits up with his toned biceps pressed against the sides of you before speaking in a low alluring voice. “babe?”

“babe?”

you blinked twice, and realized you were being shook lightly by the shoulders. the realization hit you like a truck once you realized geto was calling your name—he had a worried, almost pale expression on his face once he sees you come back to reality.

“suguru..?” you mumbled, in the same exact bed and still feeling dizzy from your many orgasms that got pulled from you the entire night.

“did you.. just call me, satoru?”

oh.

maybe you were just fantasizing the entire thing.

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mystigaron · 2 months

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IMPORTANT FINAL EDIT: THE PARTNERSHIP AND UPDATE PLANNED WITH IT HAVE BEEN INDEFINITELY SUSPENDED. i might delete this post within the next few days i'm still not 100% sure if i should or not especially since the information on it about ludeo is still relevant. however rain world has halted working with them and the update planned to implement the feature is not going ahead. thanks to everyone who spoke up and helped getting this out there and to the attention of the developers and akupara

i haven't seen this up until this morning and not all that many people within the rain world community seem to be talking about it but

it's come to my attention that rain world has recently partnered with a company known as ludeo for the game's newest update. this was tucked away in the replies of their rain world art month post

ludeo is an israeli company run by two brothers based in tel-aviv. this is incredibly disappointing and fucked up to be doing during the on-going genocide israel is committing in palestine and the surrounding regions and i quite frankly do not care if it turns out this was just down to "poor research" and was an "accident": you can quite literally look up the two founders' names on linkedin and find out where they are based in under a minute. there are no excuses for this

another point of note about ludeo that i find upsetting is that a lot if not all of the images used on the company's site to advertise this product are 99.9% guaranteed to be ai-generated

while this is absolutely not the main issue at hand here as promoting your partnership with this company at this time is already fucked up enough to begin with, going and hiding this post within the replies of another promoting your art month event to the artists within this community is so astoundingly ironic and ignorant

i am not trying to suggest that there are alterior motives behind putting this post in the replies of another about a community event rather than making an entirely new and separate one dedicated exclusively to information about this update, but i do find it strange. i woke up to finding out about this and was absolutely livid, and while what's done is already done, i am hoping whoever was responsible for this knows how fucked it is to be promoting this company at this time, or just in general. i am not trying to start a witch hunt or start shit for the sake of starting shit, but i think this needs to be addressed and spoken about, as money towards israel is money towards more bloodshed and violence in palestine. this shit makes my blood fucking boil

edit: i feel like i should also put this here if this wasn't already terrible enough

please continue sharing support for palestine. links below are sites and donation links that go directly towards supporting palestinian people in need

#rain world #free palestine #from the meat beast's maw

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surielstea · 30 days

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Honeymoon

Based on this request.

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel and Reader celebrate being newly weds.

A/N: I hate this ngl but I hope you guys enjoyy

Word count: 5.2k

The sound of Cassian's rambunctious laughter echoes throughout the entire house but Azriel was too preoccupied staring at me to take any notice of his brother's amusement— which was targeted towards Morrigan. Who was so drunk I doubted she could walk. I giggled as she battled with a stubborn wine cork, and was evidently losing. Familiar arms wrap around me and pull me into a warm embrace. "Let's go home," Azriel murmurs and I look up to him with a soft smile. It was two hours past midnight, our wedding ceremony started at noon. It's been a long day, to say the least.

"I just want to make sure Mor gets home safe and then—" I begin to pull away from his grasp but he tugs me right back into him. "Do you ever worry about yourself?" He questions and I roll my eyes. "I'm allowed to care for my friends." I justify but he only pulls me closer. "It's our night." He argues and I can't help but melt into him at the words. "Mor will sleep here tonight, you've got nothing to worry over." He gently rubs up and down my sides and I solicit an exhausted sigh. "We can go home and spend our first night as husband and wife together before we leave for the Summer Court tomorrow." He offers, his tone alluring. I twist my lips to the side, contemplating giving in to my newlywed husband or staying around until everyone found their way home.

"Okay?" He prods and I look up to him once more, though I should've known better than to let my gaze meet his and still expect to deny him. "Okay." I nod and his smile goes wide, resulting in dimples appearing to crease his cheeks.

He barely even lets me say goodbye before he winnows us right into the sitting room of our home.

Azriel pulls me through the dimly lit hall of our house as I stumble over my heels, squeezing his hand tightly in a signal for him to slow down, the eager male however had no intention of wasting any more time without me in his arms, just us two.

I'd be lying if I said some alone time wasn't exactly what I needed. Alone time, with him, that is. He seems like the happiest male on earth every time he glances back at me while I'm already looking at him returning his grin.

He pulls me into the master bedroom, leaning back against the door behind him and clicking it shut. I let go of his hand and stride toward the bed, plopping down onto it in a bundle of white tulle.

My feet are practically screaming they're in so much pain. I groan as I lean down, unable to reach the clasps of the heels due to my excessive amount of skirts. Azriel only chuckles as he watches me struggle to get ahold of my shoe. "What's so funny?" I glower up at him and he folds his lips inward to stop himself from laughing any further. He stepped closer and in two long-legged strides, he was directly in front of me. "Nothing beloved," He crouches down and settles on his knees before me with a sickeningly sweet look in his eyes. "How many skirts can one dress have?" He muttered as he pushed the ballgown material in every which way. "Too many," I sigh, head craning to the side as I stretch my neck.

I feel sweet relief as one of my shoes comes off, and the other quickly follows.

He discards the horrid heels across the room and looks up at me proudly. I would marry him all over again just because of that look. I grab him by his collar and pull him up towards me with a sloppy grin, leaning forward and pecking his lips with an uncontrollable smile.

"Your suit looks really good on you," I say dreamily as I begin unbuttoning his dress shirt. "Yeah?" He looks at me with a teasing smile, standing to his full height and staring down at me. "Mhm." I nod with a dazed smile, utterly love-drunk on him. His hands come to the back of my head, undoing my pinned-up hair that took hours for Nuala to do this morning. Shadows swished around us haphazardly as we both silently took care of each other.

Once I got his shirt fully undone I moved to tug it down his shoulders.

I feel a tug at the base of my scalp and I wince as I realize my hair is being pulled. "Ow— Azriel," I bring my hands back to meet his and he looked at me with slight amusement. "My fingers are too big." He muttered and a smile pulled at my lips. "I've heard that one before." I snicker and he rolls his eyes, taking his hands away from my hair and allowing me to do it myself.

It takes me less than a minute until my hair is unbounded and tumbling down my back. I look up at him with a soft smile and he mirrors it, hands coming to my cheeks reflexively, cradling my face in his all-too-big, scarred hands.

"My beautiful wife," The words roll so easily from his tongue and the title has me flushing profusely, by the mother, we're married and he still makes me go red. He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

The kiss isn't hungry or lustful, just pure innocence and love. His rough hands are gentle when holding me, and his lips on mine are so precise and careful.

I smile wildly at the feel of warm adoration flooding through his side of the bond without hesitance. I sent my own version of it back only to find his mental shields completely gone, it was just us, the spymaster didn't feel the need to hide anything.

I pull back and quickly stand to my full height, silently turning around, and without a word he understands what I want. His fingers come to the white laces of my dress, untying the delicate strings as gently as he could manage. As soon as he's got them all undone, then the rest of the clasps, I can fully breathe again. I release a soft sigh as I feel the tight bodice loosen and dip from my chest. He helps me step away from the gown, shadows carrying the expensive white fabric to the armoire where it'll be hung.

"That dress is evil," I sigh in relief, looking up to Azriel who was preoccupied staring at every inch of my body.

I was wearing a dainty white lingerie set that seemed like it would fall apart completely if he were to pull at one loose thread. "You've been wearing this all day?" He grabs me by my waist and pulls me into his chest. I giggle at his neediness and wrap my arms around the back of his neck, then give him a cheeky nod. "I would've taken that dress off a lot sooner if I'd known." He hums, head dipping into the juncture between my shoulder and neck. My hand goes into his hair as I lean up into him, he was the only warmth I could find in this cold room. The lighthearted and sweet energy between us shifts into something powered by need.

He backs away from my shoulder and moves to kiss my lips with a passion I recognized well. My hands come to his jaw but before he lets me even think about reciprocating his urgency he's moving back to my jaw, peppering kisses down the column of my throat, the valley of my peaked breasts, all the way to my navel as he lowers down onto his knees. —And when he pushes me back onto the bed and settles between my legs, I know, he's mine and mine alone.

He looks up at me with swirling hazel eyes, all I have to do is nod before he's shredding through my undergarments, and without much foreplay, his lips attach to the apex of my thighs.

Breath escapes me as he wickedly flicks his tongue over my sensitive clit, my hand shooting into his hair as a whine drags from my throat. I feel him smile against me at the reaction, I look down to see his eyes already on me, catching my gaze. My brows furrow as shadows swirl around my thighs and pin them down onto the bed as he slowly moves downward to where I ached for him most.

His tongue slips over my slit and I arch upward. "C'mon Az, don't be mean." I cry out, pulling at his hair as he teases at my entrance with a stupid smirk on his face. "Need more," I whine. "What exactly do you need more of?" He purrs, his breath fanning over my wet folds, forcing me to clench around nothing for any form of friction. "No teasing." I shake my head with a pitiful whine. "Not even just a little?" He mocks, then his teeth nip at my clit and my breath hitched as I feel heat flood the sensitive area. "You like that did you?" He taunts, his tongue coming flat against the bud to soothe it. "Don't worry baby," He tuts as shadows swirl up my arms and tether me to the bed to prevent my squirming. "Just be a good wife and I'll give you what you want, yeah?" He hums and the proposition makes me throb with pure need.

"Az," I sigh out helplessly, tugging at my restraints but my whines die in my throat as his tongue delves into my folds, collecting every drop of arousal that was a result of him and him alone.

I grin my hips up into his face and he grins wildly, his hands coming around my thighs to pull me closer as he feasts on me like he hasn't eaten in years. My hips lift as I buck into his mouth and my silent command somehow reaches him, because the next thing I know he's dipping lower and finding my opening.

I open my legs wider before he can even think to ask and he smiles at how well he's got me trained. "Good girl," The praise slips from his lips and pushes me towards my climax more than anything else. His head dives low and his tongue enters me without struggle.

I clench the sheets in my fist and tears begin welling in my water line. "Fuck, Az," I moan out. He replies with a wicked flick of his tongue, his arms tightening as he brings me closer, I glance down to see him entirely engulfed in the taste of me like he was drunk on my arousal.

My hand goes into his hair as I run out of oxygen, panting heavily at the feeling of his head between my legs. He finds that sweet spongy spot deep inside of me and toys with it, flicking and swirling his tongue across it with a precision that had me mewling his name like a prayer.

He pulls away from the spot for a moment in order to explore other areas, his long tongue pressing against my moldable walls and I clench around him, if it weren't for his hands holding me down I'd be crushing his head in. I grind my hips up in protest so he returns to that spot, and with it comes a forming know that was growing increasingly tighter.

"Fuck, m' close," I warn, confining my ministrations upward with my hips. My movements become ragged and hurried as my high approaches, but he remains fluid and teasing. I whine as he curls his tongue in such a way that I'm left breathless, my hands in his hair go stiff and the knot burrowed inside of me winds itself so tight that it snaps and I'm blessed with a surge of pleasure as it sweeps over me, a mix of both heat and euphoria blooming from my core and as I release, it’s Azriel’s name coming from my lips.

"Good," He eases as he slowly backs away. “That’s it,” His hands stroke up and down my hips and I release a soft whimper at the sensation. “You can handle more can’t you love?” He murmurs between kisses as he naps his lips back up to my neck. “Mhm,” I nod shakily and he smiles, nipping at my sensitive now marked skin. “So good for me.” He rasps before sucking on the exposure of my neck.

I clench my legs together at the absence of the shadows from my thighs but the ones at my wrist remain. I whine as I grind down, already needy for more. He presses a soft kiss to my neck at the action. “Please Az, need you,” I whine and a grin pulls at his lips. “Is that right?” He leans down and the weight of his hardened cock pressed into my abdomen. My brows pinch together and I nod. “Please Az, I’ll make you feel so good.” I implore as I stare up at his delighted expression.

“Be good and stay still for me then, okay?” He prompts and I nod with wide eyes. “That my girl.” He presses a soft kiss to my forehead before dipping down yet again, this time aiming towards my chest. He pulls at the string like bra and it unravels at his fingertips.

His calloused hands grip my right breast while his mouth charts my left. His tongue— that was just inside of me, flicks over the sensitive bud and I whine pathetically, pulling at the shadows holding me down in order to weave my fingers through his hair. Hazel eyes meet mine and for a moment, in the dim lighting, they seemed golden. He released my left breast with one last swipe of his tongue and moved to my right one.

My hardened bud quickly became overstimulated as his scarred thump rolled right circles around it. My chest arched up, closer to his face. He hummed in approval at the action and I sighed out his name, over and over again, he was all I could think about. I was completely drunk on his touch and he hasn’t even fucked me yet.

“Feels good, ah— so good.” I mewl as his heavy cock pressed into my folds. I grind up against the fabric of his pants but it does little to get me any closer to my release. “Az,” I whine. “I know,” He whispers and moves his way back up my chest to my jaw. “I’ll give you what you want, my wife has been so good for me, I think she deserves a reward.” He purrs into the shell of my ear and I nearly moan at just the sound of his voice.

Shadows leave my wrists and unchain me from the bed while Azriel gets off his pants. I do the rest of his work with his boxers, feeling needy enough to get myself the rest of the way to my climax— but when he presses himself into my folds, I know it’d be impossible without him. He presses a loving kiss to my lips one last time before his tip aligns itself with my entrance and without any further warning he pushes himself inside, he only goes as deep as the head and I nearly meet my high at the feel of his thick member finally press into my sensitive walls.

“Gods, so fucking tight.” He grunts out and I smile hazily at the words, wrapping my legs around his hips so I’m forced to open wider for him. He lifted his hips and then thrusts them back in, his movements precise so he only entered another inch or two, but it was enough for a moan to bubble from my lips. “You’re taking me so well,” He presses a kiss to my temple. “Such,” He begins but thrusts deeper mid-sentence. “A good,” thrust. “Wife.” He praises and I tighten around him at the sentiment of the words.

His hand snakes up my waist, thumps at my breast, then past my arm and finds my hand. He intertwines our fingers and I hold his hand tight as he stretches me out.

He rolled his hips at a rate that had me losing any coherent thought. Finally, his base finds mine, his balls slapping against my ass. “Fuck, you feel good,” He curses, his head falling into the crook of my shoulder as he picks up speed and begins pumping into me faster. The sound of his cock entering me has me drooling, and the feel of him, gods, I could feel every ridge as well as the slight curve that gave him perfect access to my most sensitive spot.

“Az, I can’t,” I murmur as I feel that familiar knot begin to form yet again, sensing I wouldn’t last long if he kept this up. “So close,” I sigh with a fucked out expression as he just admired it. “Release on my cock baby,” He hums and I whimper. He increases speed and I barrel towards my high, chasing it and quickly catching up when he doesn’t cease his actions. My hand squeezes around his as white-hot pleasure consumes me whole.

“Azriel,” I cry out as tears drop from my waterline and stream down my cheeks. He doesn’t let up and I never get the chance to come down from my high, the result of my release only lingers but it never fully leaves, it only continues to build. He doesn’t dare stop, if anything he gets faster. My cunt becomes red and puffy with overstimulation, but he doesn’t care, because he knows how much I love it.

“I’m gonna fill you so full baby,” His free hand comes down onto my abdomen where he can feel himself inside of me. “Can’t wait to watch my cum drip out of you.” He purrs, his lips ghosting over my jaw. I squeeze around him at the words, eyes clenching shut at the pleasurable pain. “You like that? Like when I cum inside?” He hums and all I can do is nod. “Mhm, need to feel you spill deep inside me.” I cry out. “Such a good wife,” He admires, and again, that nickname, it leaves me utterly defenseless.

His hand scopes down my hip and grips my thigh before shadows help guide it up, wrapping around his torso and allowing him to press into me so much deeper. “Az— I’m,” I lose breath and he nods. “I know,” He pants. “I’m close too.” He reassures and I sigh in both relief and pleasure. His hips roll once, then twice, and on the third, I grind my hips up to match his pace and we both reach our highs.

His warm seed spurts into me, so much of it that it’s still leaking into me even once my climax passes, only when he slows his thrusts does the flow end. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before pulling out entirely with a grunt, his release slipping out of me onto my thighs. He tumbled down beside me and released an exhausted breath.

“You’re so good at that,” I smile dreamily. “I don’t think you would’ve married me if I wasn’t.” He replies with a breathy chuckle. Realization dawns upon me and I turn my head toward him, he is already looking at me. “We’re married,” I say giddily and he nods with the same smile as mine. “We are,” His hand comes to my arm and he rubs his thumb up and down it then stops. “But I think that’ll change real soon if I don’t give you aftercare.” He springs up and I giggle. “I’m glad you know your limits.”

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"C'mon Az," I beckon as I slip from his arms, dragging a groan from the male who was fisting the hem of my white nightgown and pulling me back down onto the bed. "We're going to be late," I grumble against his shoulder as he smushed me into him. "Tarquin is expecting us at noon." I remind and he grumbles a curse beneath his breath, nuzzling his face into my shoulder. "I don't think he'll mind if we're a few minutes late." He presumes. "Or a few days." The male adds and I roll my eyes as he pulls me closer. "Azriel," I warn and he does nothing aside from a dragged-out whine. "Big baby." I grit out as I squirm from his arms but his hold is iron and I'd be lying if I said I didn’t want to stay in his embrace.

"Just five more minutes." He begs. "You said that an hour ago." I retort with a glare. "And here we still are." He flashes me a crooked smile and I sigh, making my surrender clear. His eyes flash with pure joy while he pulls me impossibly closer, crushing me with his large, tattooed biceps— not that I was complaining.

"Only fife mibuntes," I mumble, cheeks smushed between his chest and arm. "Only five minutes." I feel him nod, he presses a hard kiss to the crown of my head before propping his chin atop it and taking a deep content breath, arms possessively tightening any time I try to move away.

The thought of being married hits me full throttle, the idea of being connected to this male for the rest of my life dawns upon me all in one moment and I feel nothing aside from pure bliss.

I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, flipping us over so he's on his back, his huge wings spread out on either side of him as I straddle his abdomen. He looks up at me lazily and the smile on his face is uncontrollable. "We're married." I grin wildly and he nods, biting his lower lip in order to shut himself up from every stupid love confession threatening to spill from him, so instead his hands come to the back of my neck and he pulls me down, his lips slotting atop mine. "We don't have time for this." I sigh against his mouth. "Then I can't wait to fuck you on the beach." He hums and my cheeks burn hot. I place my lips back over his to ignore replying to his awfully arousing comment.

"It's been five minutes." He mumbles against my mouth and I immediately reel back, narrowing my eyes at him. "Now who's the responsible one?" I tease, flipping off of him despite his whine for me to stay.

I waddle over to my armoire, walking foreign to me due to how impeccably sore I was between my legs.

I find a white summer dress and smile, slipping off my nightgown Azriel dressed me in last night, then putting the flowy dress on. Azriel was quick to appear behind me and tie the strings. I hum contentedly as he places both his hands on my shoulders when he finishes, leans down, and presses a kiss to my temple.

I grin, looking up at him with a cheeky expression before rising onto my toes and planting my lips on his.

"C'mon, get dressed," I press a hand to his bare chest as I swivel around and push him towards the wardrobe.

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The summer court was hot. Far too hot to be wearing more than one layer of clothing. So Azriel and I ended up on the coast of Adriatta, watching the ocean rise and fall as it washed over the sand. I smile as I walk along the shoreline, remembering how I used to collect seashells as a child, my mother used to take me here every summer before she got sick. I only have good memories of this place.

"Look at this one." I hold out a small tower shell towards my husband and he barely looks at it, his eyes seeming to much rather be on me, a small smile gracing his lips. He holds his palms out where he holds an array of other shells I've found over our walk along the sea. I place the shell into his hands and we continue to walk hand in hand.

I string him along and he follows mindlessly, shadows swishing wherever the shadow of my body was, attempting to stay close to but keep out of the sun. Eventually, we find an alcove made entirely of calcite rock. The archway is just big enough to fit Azriel and his wings, shadows roaming freely in the darkness. We continue walking, Azriel watching me as I look at the structure curiously, like it's been man-made but no one could forge a rock like this.

My breath hitched as I came across a spot still under the rock that arched into a clear ocean view, entirely secluded like this cove was for us and us alone. I smile happily and rush over to my husband who had the beach bag slung over his shoulder. I take it from him and plop it down onto the soft sand, taking a large, blanket-like towel out and laying it down on the ground. Azriel smiles down at me as I plop down onto it. He squats down and hands me my seashells, I take them gratefully.

I line the edge of the towel with the found shells while Azriel dishes his book from the bag before finding his spot beside me. He rests on his stomach, wings spread out, the membrane shining golden and red under the soft gleam of sunlight. I smile at the image until his right wing pokes me in the side. "Ouch," I murmur and his wing tucks back in, he looks at me apologetically. I looked at his left wing which was spread out entirely and decided he couldn't have been comfortable with just one wing stretched out.

I flip over and straddle his lower back, careful to avoid his wings. "Go ahead." I run my hand down the hard structure of his right wing and he takes the hint, spreading it onto my side of the blanket then allowing it to rest comfortably. "We should've brought two towels." I hum and he opens his book back up, seemingly content with me sitting atop him as if I weighed nothing.

I lean down, careful not to touch his wings, and settle myself in the space between them on his broad back. My chest rests against his back as I wrap my arms around his neck and my nose comes to the crook in his shoulder, peering over him to look down at his book.

I read a few pages along with him but soon found the book to be boring, Azriel was always into reading classics that had some sort of hidden meaning he had to find. I could barely get through a few chapters without falling asleep. So instead I rested my head on his shoulder blade and listened to the sounds of the waves crashing against the sand then receding into the water, all to repeat the process over again.

I trace shapes on my husband's tanned back, stars and smiley faces, a lot of hearts, but most importantly the letters that spelled out "I love you" he closed his book once I finished the three words and he turned his head only a fraction. "I love you too." He hums and I smile like a schoolgirl with a crush. I scoot up on his back and wrap my arms around him tighter. I pepper the side of his face in quick pecks and a grin spreads across his features.

He cranes his neck to the side and I manage to find his lips with mine, placing a loving kiss on them.

"Is this even comfortable for you?" I ask and he nods. "I used to do pushups with Cassian towering weights on me, this is nothing." He hums and I roll my eyes at his competitive side. “You’re cute when you try to act so tough,” I say with a hum, my hands taking free liberty in roaming his exposed chest. “The entire continent is afraid of me.” He states and I giggle. “See? Adorable.” I lean over his shoulder and kiss his cheek. He grumbles a curse and I continue roaming his muscles with my fingertips, eventually finding his defined v-line, like an arrow from his hips. I drag my nails up and down the exposed skin, his shorts going awfully low.

"If you keep that up I'll winnow us right back into bed." He warns and I press a soft kiss to his shoulder blade. "Why so far?" I hum, my fingers finding the waistband of his swim shorts. "Don't you want to fuck me on the beach Azzie?" I recall and he flipped over, knocking me off his back. I yelped and he snickers, watching as I shake the sand from my hair. “Not funny.” I stand up, he leans back against his palms and just stares up at me.

“If you’re not going to help cool me off I’m going for a swim,” I glare at him but he stays quiet, just silently watching as I remove the lightweight wrap from around my torso and toss it at him. He doesn’t even try to catch it, just lets it hit him in the chest as he stares unabashedly at my body in the sunlight, glimmering like the sea behind me. He watches as I walk away and towards the shore, I can feel his stare from a mile away, on my waist, my chest, my ass. It didn’t matter, I was apparently uncharted territory, despite the fact that he had me under him last night.

“You want to join me?” I turn back to ask and all he can think of to do is nod. He stood and reached back, then took his shirt off over his wings and it was my turn to stare. His tanned skin rippled with muscle, the sun gleaming down onto his dark tattoos that I’d traced my hands along so many times I could draw them with my eyes closed.

“You staring at me creep?” He squints down at me due to the sun in his eyes. I smile childishly up at him. “Never!” I gasp. “I’m married I’ll have you know.” I wiggle my left hand in his face to show off the sapphire gem on my wedding ring, perfectly matching the color of his siphons. “And my husband could beat you up,” I cross my arms and march towards the water.

“Could he now?” He asks, hands snaking around my waist as I nod. “He’s big and strong, and so tall,” I say dreamily. “He sounds pretty incredible.” Azriel muses and I grin widely. “He is, but you know who’s even better?” I say and his brows crease possessively. “Who?” His hands leave my waist and I whirl around to look up at him. “His wife.” I supply, my smile widening as I watch his confused expression turn to one of realization.

“I’m inclined to agree.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips, I can’t help but lean up into it.

“Now c’mon,” I grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. “I think I saw a few water sprites earlier I wanna say hi!” I pull him closer to the water. He chuckles and follows along.

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rhiaarrow · 2 months

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Todays 5am rambling;

There is a difference between 'qBad' and 'Tio Bad' because Tio Bad instincts are just absolutely INGRAINED in ccBads brain and is just entirely separate from his actual qCharacter

Honestly. Half of the stuff he does he does out of instinct, not rp at this point.

And I'm 5am rambling about this just because it's become really really obvious to me these past couple days because Bad will be in rp with the eggs where he's not supposed to recognize them or know them but then he'll do or say little things that just doesn't quite fit with that and it's just so adorable because it's so obvious that he's just so used to hanging with the egg actors that some things are just natural at this point.

The most obvious is the iconic gasp whenever there's an egg downed message, of course.

(I still remain surprised that he managed to act completely nonchalant when Richas got knocked the other day, +1000 rp points there Brad)

That is a bodily response at this point, there is no character rp in that gasp of anxiety.

But there are just little things that slip through even when he is in full rp mode.

When Tallulah first saw him again he acted as qBad would but when Tallulah started to get genuinely upset Bad's voice changed to the voice he uses when talking through hard topics with eggs and he reassured her in a way that he didn't take the time to do with any of the other eggs and honestly it must've broken ccBad to not be able to comfort an egg that he's been a source of comfort for for almost a year.

Or when he went to ask Leo if she wanted to go mining. He'd previously been loud and confused with Leo and Foolish but when he went to speak to Leo alone he crouched in front of her and spoke clearly as he asked her and waited for her response, copying her when she jumped or crouched excitedly.

He learnt early on (back when the translations were still buggy as all hell) that sometimes when babysitting Leo in particular he had to make sure to speak clearly so that nothing got lost in translation because if you watch early vods there are times where Leo just does not understand what Bad is saying (and if you look at the transcription box it's often pretty damn easy to understand why she's confused because some of the stuff the early transcripts pick up are frankly hilariously far off from what was said).

Overtime he adapted, speaking clearer and reducing his use of complex vernacular or occasionally repeating phrases but changing them slightly to make the translations as understandable as possible and he still does that whenever he's talking directly with Leo, and now Pepito too.

The one that hurt and was the point that made me start writing this whole rambling was the way that Bad IMMEDIATELY snapped back into Tio mode as soon as he saw Pepito at spawn (even if from a pure rp standpoint it made not a lot of sense).

He was crouching in front of him, back to calling him little one, referring to all the eggs as 'kids' again, reassuring Pepito that he'd go pick up his dad and bring him to Pepito but only if he could make sure that Pepito was safe at his house first, trying to immediately get him out of the open and to set a pearl, telling him it wasn't his fault and that he doesn't need to apologise, that it's okay to be sad about his death but they need to get him somewhere safe first.

It broke me because this was just an exact echo of how he's had to act with every other egg after their deaths when he discusses the deep topics with them. He is too used to comforting eggs about these sorts of things and hearing him give the same reassurances killed me because Pepito is just a baby, he shouldn't have to have Tio Bad give him the after-death talk already.

(I feel like I keep giving Ted Talks atp with the length of my posts but ahhhhhhh neurospicy brainrot is just all consuming sometimes y'know? 🙃)

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp meta #qsmp analysis #badboyhalo #qsmp eggs #qsmp pepito #qsmp leonarda #qsmp tallulah #rhia rambles

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bsverryin · 8 months

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: ̗̀➛ How Genshin men talks about you as their s/o

Who?

╰┈➤ Diluc, Xiao, Childe, Alhaitham,Kazuha, Zhongli

Situation?

╰┈➤ how would they describe you

✎ HEADCANONS ONLY!! this headcanon is gonna be my way to show my appreciations for all of you and for the people who has the words of affirmation as their love language, I'm really grateful that you guys read my stories <;3 enjoyy

Diluc doesn't like to talk much, but if he hears his friends or customers talking about you, he will listen and correct them if they are wrong. It makes him glad to know he isn't the only one who thinks you're talented and lovely. "How would you describe Y/n? Master Diluc?" A costumer asked, He turned to look at the costumer, It was Diluc's free time. "Y/n?" He giggled right when you came into his mind. "Y/n is lovely, she makes me forget all the things I needed to do as when I'm by her side, it seems as if I've achieved whatever I wanted. No, I'm mistaken; I don't simply like her to want her; I need her. My entire existence revolves entirely on Y/n and only Y/n."

Zhongli was writing while sipping his coffee, He missed writing and you're in front of him waiting for him to finish whatever he was writing, you admired him for a while. "I'm finished, shall we go?" He said. "I thought you're gonna read me the thing that you were writing." He smiled and gave it to you, you opened the note revealing a pretty hand writing and pretty words. "Every time I touch her, I'm caressing a star, every time I speak to her, I'm speaking to a divine. If she ever was a god, worshipping her wouldn't be enough."

Alhaitham is quite different. He talks typically directly most of the time, but when it comes to you, he becomes cautious with his words so he doesn't say something that could hurt you. "How often do you think of Ms Y/n?" An akademian asked, it was for their research. It wasn't hard persuading alhaitham to answer them because he loved talking about you. "There is no day where I don't think of her, I had no idea I was capable of the word love; she encourages me to do better. Every time I look at Y/n, I see a bright future for her, while she is my future."

Kazuha admires you in every way possible and when it comes to talking about you, he'll make you into an art form with his poetry and pick the right words. "What did you feel when you first saw Ms. Y/n?" A kid around inazuma asked. The kid was really impressed with your love story together. "I knew from the moment I met her in a warm bay of sunlight that she was sun, the sun that I sought as I could feel her warmth. I owe every one of my smiles to Y/n."

Xiao is also not a great talker; he prefers to keep everything private, but when he does speak, he has a talent for choosing the proper words for you. "Y/n is really pretty! Right?" A person beside him said. "Right." His tone softened "I was used to darkness till I met Y/n, she didn't want me to be in the dark all the time, she'd offer me light, I hope she knows that she is the light herself."

Childe He loves to hear your name, especially when his other friends mention you and how well you two look together. He always talks about how you complete him and have changed him for the better, childe would never get tired of talking about you expect that it's gonna be cheesy, that's how he express his love. "What is Y/N to you?" A friend of him asked. "Y/n is the person I want to spend my future with; she's an artist herself, and she enjoys showing me her arts. I didn't know someone was capable of making an art while being an art herself."

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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sorry, i need your help feeding my delulu if you so accept! miggy, but we are pregnant and he is going to be a dad again so he is soft but also so scared and aaaah!

HI ANON, DON'T BE SORRYYYY tbh you guys also feed my delulu when y'all give me reqs, this is a two-way street babes (✿◡‿◡) i hope you like this, i really wanna make it emotional bc this man and babies...... the multiverse hates them together 🥲

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

a second chance (miguel x pregnant!reader)

summary: you were going to deliver to miguel the happiest news you had ever received in your life--that you were pregnant with his baby. though... the wound of his past have yet to heal, and despite his love for you, his trust in himself is still practically non-existent. do you believe he deserves this chance, to be a father again? word count: 1,444

"you had something you wanted to talk about?" miguel asked you with a slightly puzzled look on his face as he sat down on the couch next to you, a little anxious internally. because for all the time you two have been together, you've always addressed your concerns and issues with miguel straightforwardly. you've never put off directly stating what was on your mind when you were with him, never once, and he loved you a whole lot for it. so why are you suddenly being a little... cryptic about whatever this was?

you looked at miguel with a slight hint of a smile on your face as you scooched over a little closer to him. you wrapped your hand around his, and soon, began to explain what you wanted to tell him. "mig, um... i really, really want to tell you that you are the most loving man i have ever met in my entire life." you said as you chuckled slightly to yourself out of sentiment, which miguel raised his eyebrows at. "and, well, you've made me feel the happiest i've ever felt in a long, long time." you went on as you interlocked your fingers in his.

miguel felt a little flustered in the face when he felt your touch, despite being with you for a long while now, he's never gotten fully used to the delicate feeling of your dainty, smaller fingers around his own coarser, bigger ones. he could hold you forever, if you'd let him; and when he means forever... he means forever.

you rubbed your thumb over his finger, evoking him to show a small smile as you continued. "and, miggy, i want you to know that, no matter what happens at the end of every mission... i'm always waiting for you, i'm always here for you." you reassured him, which just made his smile grow wider and his eyes become softer. "querida, what... what is this about?" he asked with a gleeful expression on his face, though he was still unsure of where this conversation was going.

your lips curved into an even happier smile as you leaned against miguel, though your face showed slight undertones of anxiety that was shrouded with the brightness of your joy at the news you were going to tell him. "i love you, so, so much miguel. and i hope... i hope you won't stop loving me for what i'm about to tell you." you told him as your voice softened, as you prepared to whisper in his ear exactly what you meant to tell him.

you leaned closer into his ear as he muttered under his breath, "i'd love you all the same no matter what you'd tell me," and soon... you came out with it.

"i'm pregnant, miguel."

those three words stupefied miguel for a moment. as you pulled away, he looked at you right in the eyes, and you could see in his own just how wide they got. the gleeful expression on his face was replaced with astonishment–and just like you, with slight hints of worry and anxiety.

"you... you are?" he asked as his voice shook. you nodded slowly, biting the inside of your cheek as you felt like this was where you two would end, this is when you'd see a version of miguel that you wished you'd never see–but it happens, sometimes; miguel is only human, and he's lost a daughter he considered his... of course you wouldn't blame him if he didn't want this.

but instead, miguel's surprised eyes were filling up with tears. real, live, genuine tears were welling up in the poor man's eyes. his brown eyes watered up as he asked you, over and over again–a smile growing on his face every time you said 'yes'. "i'm gonna be a dad? and you're... you're gonna be a mom?" he asked you, to which you–in your equally teared up and emotional state–answered him a soft, "yes, miguel. we're gonna be parents."

miguel let out a small chuckle as he held your hands in his, thanking heaven above for gracing him with you and for letting you bear this child you two made. he wept tears of euphoria–happiness wouldn't be enough to describe the feelings he felt when he realized the love you two shared had been given life, would be given a name, would cry out and be welcomed into the world and... and...

"...they'll live a life..." he muttered silently as he looked down at the cushioning of the sofa, staring into nothing in particular as he felt himself freeze up. miguel still couldn't stomach those two facts that hit him when you announced your pregnancy: he'd be a father, and he'd have a child–again. honestly, he has wanted this chance for the longest time. but when that opportunity presented itself... miguel ruined a whole universe in his wake. he felt like he killed a child–his child, but was never his child. he doesn't feel like he deserves this chance again; maybe it is a punishment for him, to remind him of his fatal mistake that day when he gave in to the temptation and stole a daughter that was never even his.

he felt filthy, and still feels that way.

"mig?" you called out to him as miguel muttered to himself, letting go of your hand slowly and placing his head in his hands. he muttered to himself, asking himself if he's even worthy of this second chance. you placed your hands on his shoulders, and wordlessly... you wrapped him in your embrace. you knew he'd do this, this was why you felt so anxious to tell him the news–but the miguel o'hara you loved and would become the father of your child, you felt, deserved this chance.

"i am so... so sorry..." miguel muttered as he looked up at you, his eyes teary now due to saddened sobs, his mouth curving down into an evident frown–his eyebrows curving upward to show remorse, guilt, and shame. "i don't know what i did... to be absolved of my sin, to... to be given another chance... as a father, a real father this time... i'm sorry..." he muttered through feeble sobs as you held him closer.

"miguel... i won't pretend i know what you're going through, or that i think i know what challenges your facing, but... this is your child–our child. if i'm given this chance to be the mother of your child, so be it, i'll take that chance. but i want you to realize... this isn't just your chance, it's ours. it's our child. never feel guilty for wanting to be a father again, and... please, don't think that you don't deserve this. we both do. and i'll take it, i'll take it with you because... i love you. and i love our child, i'll love you both so, so, so much..." you uttered to miguel as you watched the tears stream down his face as you spoke to him, your voice yielding to the torrent of emotions both you and miguel felt at that moment. you knew your words alone may not be enough to heal the wounds from his past, nor will your child with him ever erase gabriella from his memories and life; but you wanted miguel to know this second chance was something he deserved, that he deserved to be the father of your child and the man you'd love endlessly for that.

miguel wrapped his arms around you gently as he sobbed into your shoulder, muttering his thanks and promises to be a better man, to be a more loving partner for you and a strong, capable father for your future child together. "i swear... no matter what kind of hell comes our way, i'll be there to save you, both of you. i'm not losing another family again, never... i love you, and our child, so... so much..." he murmured as he kissed your shoulder and rubbed your back, with you reciprocating his embrace as you smiled through the tears. "i love you, too, miguel... and our baby would love you, too..."

and for the first time in a long while... miguel felt like he had something, someones, of his own; someone he would be free to love and care for, and would forever keep by his side. the wounds left in his heart from gabriella's existence would always remain as scars. your child would never replace her, she would always be special to miguel, of course; but your child would be his, his child--your child with him, who he'd love for a lifetime over, and be happiest calling his own.

a/n: I WANNA WRITE MORE OF DOMESTIC MIGGY NOW............ FUCK I NEED THE MULTIVERSE TO GIVE HIM THIS CHANCE

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara angst #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv fluff #atsv angst #atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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Every so often I get an Anon ask where I'm not entirely comfortable responding in public with no cut or warnings ahead of the text -- it's not that anything inappropriate is being said, it's just sometimes the subject matter's a little rough. This is one of those, so I decided to copy and paste it and put it behind a cut; warnings for discussion of abuse and fraught familial situations.

You've spoken about having ADHD before, and i was wondering if you have any links to websites with resources for adults with ADHD that are more than the very generic "stay organised!", "eat healthily!", "avoid distractions!" things? like, something that explains ADHD and WHY getting organised is good, maybe? or how ADHD may intersect with anxiety? my mother finally went to a doctor and got (as i expected) an ADHD diagnosis, but the doctor told her medication wouldn't give her much at this point, which is fine, but she's just kept going as usual for her, which is not.

she has ignored everything i've told her before (like, to think ahead and prioritise, to make plans, to make lists, that she has to be systematic about it, to stay calm because if she has a plan everything should be done on time) but she ignores me. she just starts doing whatever, whenever, and then getting annoyed/anxious that "nothing" is done, and then she starts yelling at me.

i just want her to realise she MUST at least attempt to be organised, and that it's not just for work stuff, it's for everything, including every day stuff like chores. (also, i'd like to stop being yelled at. like, some of my first memories are of getting yelled at. it's been years and years of regular bouts of screaming. now i know it's her and not me, and i'd. like it to stop)

i apologize for the huge ask/rant, but yeah, do you know of any resources that explain the importance of being organised? i think if i show her something 'official' maybe she'll start doing it. or do you have any personal tips for talking to her about it? or a book about someone's experience with ADHD? anything. anything at all.

So there is...much to unpack here, as the kids say, both in terms of what you are asking directly and what you are not asking but what I'm going to address anyway. I don't have any great resources for what you're looking for, because neurodiversity comes in a lot of shapes and sizes even within a single diagnosis, and as you likely know I'm a big proponent of doing-what-works, and that's something a person has to figure out for themselves. A lot of people seem to find ADDitude very relatable and they are informative, but that's probably the best general resource out there to go deeper than surface, and a good place for her to start reading if she wants to.

But the real problem, Anon, is that she's never going to listen to you.

That seems like a real bold statement, but it is also extremely likely to be true. Most people who get a diagnosis start to work on themselves and learn more about their unique neurology; it's clear she's not going to do that, and you can't make her. I'm sure some of it is that she's been told her entire life, by people with much more power over her than you, to do those things: be organized, make lists, have a plan. They are the hardest things for people with ADHD to do, and she can't simply whip herself through them, and so she learned long ago to ignore anyone saying anything about it. Medication could help with that a lot, actually, so your mother's doctor really fucked you both by telling her it wouldn't do anything for her; whether she's taken that as permission to ignore the problem or whether she just believed him, he did a really shitty thing in doing that.

Your mother is neurologically incapable of forcing herself to do many things that neurotypical people find easy. There are workarounds, yes; some of us do extremely well if we decide that EVERYTHING has to be planned, and behave accordingly. Some of us find stopgaps. But that has to be a decision she makes, to find workarounds for herself. It's not something you can offer her with helpful websites or books, because she is also likely very deep in shame about it, to judge from her other behaviors. That's not your fault, which means it's also not your job to fix it.

And here's the other problem: you are in an abusive home situation where your mother is taking out her frustration with her mental illness by hurting you.

And that really really sucks and I'm really, really sorry. But the screaming-at-you, which absolutely should not be happening, is a result of decades of frustration at the world that won't accommodate her, combined with an inability to regulate her emotions. Unless she is medicated or learns better regulation or at least picks a different target, it's not going to stop. That's not your fault either. Some of it isn't even her fault. (Some of it is; mental illness is not our choice but it is our responsibility, and she is not behaving as either an adult or a parent should in abusing you because she can't find somewhere else to put all her emotions.)

Presumably you are either too young to leave or can't afford to, but the best possible thing you can do for yourself is get out as soon as you can, sever yourself from her financially, and then decide what level of interaction you want with her going forward. Honestly, may be the best thing for her as well, to realize that if she doesn't make a change, she will lose access to her child.

I realize that is almost certainly not immediately possible, however. Do not leave if you are going to a less safe situation, either. Be smart and strategic -- make your plans and prepare as much as possible ahead of time.

"So in the meantime, Sam, what the fuck am I supposed to do?"

Bearing in mind that we are going to assume you cannot help your mother, as she either doesn't want help or is in denial or both, the best thing you can do if you can't get out is to shore yourself up: remind yourself as regularly as possible that none of this is your fault, and do your best to protect yourself both emotionally and physically. IE, if she's not organized enough to buy groceries or cook, do what you can to make sure you are regularly fed -- do not concern yourself with whether she eats. That's her responsibility, she's a grownup. If you are likely to be yelled at for this -- well, she was always going to yell at you about something; it might as well be as a result of you caring for yourself first. As much as you can, spend time away from her if possible.

Given her past behavior, especially if you are an only child or oldest sibling, you may already be de-facto head of household; this may be simply a process of assuming actively that she can't fulfill that role, and doing what you can to care for yourself and any siblings. If you have other family who understand the situation, I strongly suggest tapping them for help. As much as you can, reach out to adults in your life you trust, and get their help in caring for yourself and your family without needing to depend on her for support.

I don't wish to stigmatize mental illness or addiction but living with someone in denial about the impact of their mental health on those around them is exactly like living with an addict: the best strategy is to expect nothing from them, remind yourself often that you are not to blame for this situation, look out for yourself first and foremost, and get out once you can. I'm really sorry it has to be that way, because it shouldn't be. But I'm concerned with you, not with her, and if you want to build a better life for yourself, it's going to have to be one that doesn't depend on you being able to change someone else.

I'm afraid I don't have a lot of books for you about that, either. I wish you all the luck -- you shouldn't need it, but unfortunately sometimes we still do.

#sam has adhd #mental health #abuse #toxic family

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getvalentined · 29 days

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I've talked about the Nibelheim Doom Triangle many times, but I'm not sure I've ever actually put into words why I believe Lucrecia made the choice she did, at least not in a public forum. Given that Vincent has reentered the public consciousness with Rebirth, it's probably a good time.

We are not going to subscribe to the statement in the Ultimania that Lucrecia married Hojo out of pity because nobody in the company respected his work the same way nobody respected her thesis, because that's not only entirely out of character, but goes directly against what actually happened. Hojo was the lead assistant on Project S, like Gillian was on Project G; Gast selected him, his ideas, his theories, as being the best option after Project G failed. No one else was given this opportunity. After Sephiroth was born, Hojo was then moved (with Lucrecia and Hollander, but not Gillian, who had left the company) to work on Project 0—Shinra's single most important attempt at forcing humanity to progress as a species. Hojo was respected, and Lucrecia may be callow but she's never been the kind of woman who would marry someone out of pity. With that out of the way, we can get into my take on her decision.

I want to be explicitly clear: I don't believe it has anything to do with how attractive Vincent is versus Hojo, and I don't believe that it should. Asserting that Vincent's level of attractiveness should have been the key deciding factor in Lucrecia's decision does a disservice to her depth of character. Period. That isn't even addressing the fact that we're comparing a man who is eternally twenty-seven years old and was in peak physical condition at the time of his death to a man who is in his early sixties and has clearly not taken particularly good care of himself. We've never actually seen what Hojo looked like when he was young, since SE only ever uses one model for him in all modern iterations, so this is a moot point.

That said, Vincent's appearance was a mitigating factor in Lucrecia's decision—and it worked in Hojo's favor, not Vincent's.

We're almost twenty years out since the release of Dirge of Cerberus, so I feel like I can confidently state that Lucrecia was almost certainly in love with Grimoire Valentine. It was unspoken, unrequited, and doomed from the start, but the affection she had for that man was every bit as intense as the affection Vincent had for her—in fact, on the official relationship chart, Lucrecia's feelings for Grimoire are described using the same word as Vincent's feelings for Lucrecia. This is a repeating pattern, and that's part of the tragedy. Lucrecia adored Grimoire for his intellect, his drive, his passion; Vincent adored Lucrecia for the same reasons. Vincent refers to her as "the beautiful Lucrecia," yes, but he also describes her as the woman he respected most.

Knowing that Lucrecia loved Grimoire makes sense of how she was so torn between Vincent and Hojo.

Vincent looked like his father, he had his eyes, his nose, his brow. He probably had a fair number of his mannerisms, body language inherited and learned via his upbringing. They probably spoke almost the same way, their voices were similar, they had the same stories and the same sense of humor and the same idiosyncracies. But Vincent wasn't his father—he wasn't even a scientist, he didn't have that academic drive that drew Lucrecia to Grimoire in the first place. He was younger than Lucrecia by a few months, he couldn't be her guide or her teacher, and while he'd been assigned to be her protector, it wasn't the same. It could never be the same.

Hojo, meanwhile, looked nothing like Grimoire. His dark eyes and wide mouth and narrow shoulders were nothing like the man Lucrecia loved and lost through her own mistakes. But his drive, his passion, his determination—my god, it was just like him. Hojo's single-minded certainty, his confidence in his own comprehension, his intellectual unquenchable thirst to understand those things beyond his reach, it was all the same. His body language was different, his speech patterns were different, his research itself was different—but not, it turns out, too different, as Grimoire is indicated to be the first Shinra scientist to propose using foreign material on a child in utero in an attempt to produce something in-between man and god that could be communicated with on a human level. This theory, found amongst Grimoire's body of research after his death, may have actually inspired the direction of the Jenova Project (after working on adults in the Howling Fang failed to produce a functional result), and is directly responsible for the creation of Nero.

Vincent would never do that. Grimoire wrote it down, so we can assume that he would have, if he'd had the chance. Hojo did.

Lucrecia may have seen Grimoire in Vincent with her eyes, but she saw him in Hojo with her mind, and that's the part of him that she loved. That's the kind of man that she loved. That's the part of Hojo that she loved.

Before long, I can't imagine she was seeing him as an echo of Grimoire. Hojo was so different, but he was exactly what she wanted, exactly the kind of man—she thought—with whom she could spend the rest of her life. Working side by side as equals, two scientific minds ready to change the world together in ways that they never could alone.

Vincent, though? Vincent looks so much like his father, Lucrecia never stopped seeing his ghost. Every time she looked Vincent in the eye, she saw his father. Every time he spoke, every time he moved, every time he laughed or grimaced or sighed, she saw his father. Even at the very end, when she believed she'd failed to save him and left him in that tank for Hojo to find, she didn't see Vincent, she didn't see Chaos. She saw Grimoire.

"Did you know your eyes are just like your father's?"

Lucrecia chose Hojo because she had so much love left in her, and the echoes of Grimoire she saw physically in Vincent weren't enough for that love to find a home in him.

Lucrecia chose Hojo because he was alive, and she was tired of loving a ghost.

#fandom ramble #lucrecia crescent #professor hojo #vincent valentine #grimoire valentine #hojo x lucrecia #final fantasy vii #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #the nibelheim doom triad #dirge of cerberus #long post

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Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.5)

What does Jason do after he tries his best and fails spectacularly to keep his nosy family away from his kid? Make sure he is still your favorite when everyone starts spoiling you rotten, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]

Pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader / Batfamily & Child GN!Reader

When everything was said and done, Jason explaining why he didn't want to expose you to more dangers by introducing you but also the reason why he felt compelled to be honest with you about their identities, the bats soon started to try and bond with you

Dick was the first one, as always, and introduced himself as "little wing's one and only older brother"

You giggled when Jason groaned at that, embarrassed, and Dick took that as a win

Dick's older bro charms 1 - Bruce's gloomy dad stare 0

After getting called out by you so directly and plainly, Bruce had been awfully quiet as everyone interacted with you

It wasn't every day he got called out for the worst mistakes he comitted

But he also was still reeling at the fact that he was a damn grandfather

Steph cooed at how small you were, pointing out how even Damian was taller

Which, in Jason's opinion, was totally unfair since you were only eleven while Damian was thirteen, going on fourteen, and had been trained for along time

Also, excuse him, only he could tease you

Dick would be asking Jason one and a million questions about how he'd been taking care of you, your education, health, etc

"Of course I– You think I wouldn't send my kid to school, Grayson?"

His kid, they thought, part giddy part dumbfounded

"Woah, woah, I'm just asking! Technically you're legally dead and the little angel over here doesn't exactly look like you."

Wow, for some reason that really pissed Jason off

He tucked you under his chin, squeezing you gently as you rested your head on his collarbone

"I signed the papers. I'm not fucking dumb, Dick, I've been the legal guardian for about a year now."

At that, Steph stopped trying to take pictures of you with her eyes alone and quirked one of her eyebrows

"Legally?"

"... For the most part."

No one said anything at that, it's not like any of them really followed the law, especially not the old man behind them

You huffed in amusement at that, making Dick and Steph's hearts warm up

Damn, not even an hour into meeting you and they were already feeling those fuzzy, soft feelings in their chests

Needless to say, it wasn't a casual evening but it wasn't what Jason had been dreading, not at all

There was no screaming about him being reckless, no one tried to take you away from him, Bruce didn't even say much

Damian was still a brat and tried to pick on you, judgy little shit, only to get the nastiest clapback that made Dick choke on his spit

They all knew he was just feeling jealous, like every kid feels when a younger, cuter child shows up in the family

Boohoo, Jason thought as he watched fondly as you and Damian bickered, the demon brat was never as cute as my kid

Bruce, despite his melancholic gaze and awkward nature, managed to talk a bit to the both of you

He'd tell Jason that if you ever needed anything, to just use his credit card, no questions asked

Bruce would always be a call away and with Cass slowly taking over the mantle, he had a bit more time in his hands when the League didn't need him

He'd support the both of you to hell and back, his own way of repenting, and all he asked in return was...

For Jason to visit more

Because he was still upset about not having all of his kids home for Christmas

And bring you with him

it was high time you met everyone and became an official member of the family, he already knew exactly where your portrait would go

And despite his hesitance, you wanted to be a part of Jason's entire life, not just a hidden piece

Jason could never say no when you did a terrible impression of puppy dog eyes

So this is how it started; the start of the bats spoiling the hell out of you

After a couple of dinners together, lunch, and a tour around the manor and the batcave, seeing all of their old and new suits, ("Tell me you didnt actually wear this." "Shut it, I was a child." "I'm a child and I'd rather die than ever touch this."), with you glued to Jason's side always, packages started showing up at the doorstep

At first it'd be cute and silly things like a plush of the newest Pokémon and matching scarves for the incoming winter

Maybe even their own merch, because they're all losers deep inside

Then it was Bruce taking over any kind of expenses you and Jason had because, in his words, he wanted Jason to focus on raising you instead of worrying about rent

–Not like he wasn't already using Bruce's money to pay for everything

But he still felt begrudgingly soft at having his dad care for him and his kiddo like that, though he'd never admit it–

And then Babs and Tim upgrading the cyber security all around your block in the chance of a villain attack or any creeps following you home

From Duke and Cass asking Jason to spend time with you for some bonding time to your entire wardrobe turning into designer and your school materials updated by Wayne tech

Fuck, you even had terribly expensive yet thoughtful action figurines from your and Damian's favorite animated shows

The brat tried to hate you for ripping everyone's attention away from him, for making Bruce and Dick all... gooey, but it was hard when you had Todd's knowing eyes and a developing charm that always cracked a smile out of him

Infuriating, like father like kid

But... he liked you, quite a lot

And, throughout it all, Jason was panicking bad

Look, Jason Todd was always a jealous person by nature

He never liked his things touched, never liked sharing his interests in case someone also got interested in it, and he was particularly possessive with the few romantic partners he had

So when your attention was suddenly split among all of his family, Jason felt a little upset

It's like when a cat that usually only likes you allows other people pet it

Jason didn't quite feel betrayed but... that childish fear of not being your favorite person was very real in his head

So he upped his game

Whenever any member of his family gave you a gift, he'd get something better the next day

If they took you to a cool place, say an arcade or the mall to hang out and get to know you better

Jason was already booking tickets to go to Universal and taking you out for nightly motorcycle rides

Damian was insisting on watching the new season of your favorite show?

Next weekend he'd have prepared the living room to look like a cinema, with snacks and popcorn, for a movie marathon

Babs and Steph got you interested in makeup?

Regardless of gender identity, you know Jason would watchevery YouTube tutorial known to man about makeup so you won't have to ask the girls about it

Bruce would grow all fond of you once you got past, but did not forgive nor forget, the things he's done to Jason and started interacting more with him

So once he's talking about how he learned multiple different languages growing up, during one of the monthly family dinners, Jason would already be Googling how to learn another language fast

And god forbid Dick messed with your hair

He was not above picking a fight with Nightwing for ruining the hairstyle he spent hours doing for you

Look, Jason wouldn't be as petty as to keep you away from his family

No, in the contrary, he really, really loved watching you be coddled and loved by some of the most powerful people on earth

Getting the childhood he had so desperately wanted

It allowed that restless part of his soul to settle knowing you had them looking out for you, always

But Jason also would always want to be your number one

Your favorite person

Your hero

You dad

Yeah, he could admit it now without fear, he's definitely your old man

How could he not be when he's cutting apples for your school snack and making sure you go to bed before nine?

Never mind his age, Jason even bought a grill so you two could barbecue on the rooftop, there's no other more dad move than that

So, after a few months of this real life sitcom, when you were both on the couch watching Pride & Prejudice (Jason's choice tonight), all cuddled up and cozy

You'd rest your head on his shoulder and sigh happily

"You don't need to do all this, you know?"

"Hm? Do what, kiddo?"

"Trying to one up everyone. It's funny and I'm not exactly opposed to being spoiled as hell–"

"You're such a brat."

"Shut up– but you'll always be my favorite, you know that, dad."

Oh.

Ok. Wow. He was tearing up.

"Oh, fuck off, don't do this to me."

His voice would be a little wobbly as he hid his face in your hair, squeezing you gently in his arms

And you'd giggle and hug him tighter too, your face warming up nervously but no longer afraid of muttering that one little word that had been stuck in your throat for so long

You two were so, so similar in that regard, afraid of overstepping despite the bubbling emotions inside you, the overflowing love threatening to spill out

So much faith and trust, devotion, care, and adoration

And all it took was one sentence to make it all better

"I still wanna go to the convention next week, though."

And Jason would laugh, teary and almost breathless, and press a kiss to your forehead, feeling happier than he's ever felt

"Yeah, okay, you nerd."

Wonder who you got it from

That night solidified it for him, calming his anxieties and petty jealousy

Jason would always be your favorite person

And you wouldalways be his favorite little one

Nothing would ever change that

To be continued... for one last time.

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“Fucking Lost”

—“Let's get lost together, if we're bound to.”

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• Genre : Fluffy Smut, a little bit of angst, 18+ [NSFW]

• Trope : College AU? They're about to finish college though, friends to lovers I guess? Forced proximity? Not really.

• Starring : Non-idol!Hyuka × Obsessed!Reader

• Note : The characters in the following fiction are 18+ and everything happening around & to them is entirely consensual. Written in multiple perspectives.

→ Reader is described with pronouns like She/Her.

• Disclaimer : This is all PURE FICTION. I do not implicate any kind of reflection of the happenings/character morals etc in here to the idols' real life characters, morals etc.

→ The following content contains Mature themes and Strong languages. The content could be upsetting to some readers as well. MUST read the Warnings & Disclaimer before scrolling dow further. Reader discretion is advised.

• Word Count : 9.1k+

• Plot Warnings : INACCURATE DESCRIPTIONS OF FOREST AND STUFF RELATED TO IT, Obsessed!Possessive!Reader, Subtly-Obsessed!Kai as well? He doesn't admit his feeling at the beginning. Reader doesn't let any girl date Kai, Kai rejects a date reader arranges, Unspoken feelings, They are TRAPPED IN A FOREST, A little amount of arguments, They both argue and shut each other up as they kiss each other, A little jealous Kai, reader calls Kai an idiot in concern and anger and Kai calls her stupid, that's all I guess? They are saved by their friends group in the end.

• Smut Warnings : [MDNI] Consensual Sex, a little of Lovey-dovey Sex, Soft-Dominant!Kai, Submissive!Reader, Unprotected Sex (do not commit this, do use protections!), Pet names (Pretty, good girl, Love, Little Nugget, Cockslut, little miss slut) Confessions while sex (sort of but Kai shuts her up), Sex on huge rock (reader is rested on it), Dirty talking + fluttering compliments, nipple play, make outs, Multiple orgasms, Various positions, Slight dumbification and degradation if we squint, Loud sex as well and etc. Lemme know if I should add more.

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READER'S PERSPECTIVE :

Kai Kamal Huening. Or Huening Kai which he refers himself as. The love of my life. I've realized it two years ago. Boys? They're a waste of time. Or that's what I thought. Until he came along.

And now it's the last year. I might get separated from him forever.

It has all started when I was transferred to this college & I am studying with him. Two years ago, I stepped into this place that has so awaken the lover in me. I just love him. I mean he'd be soo good as my boyfriend. My lover. Please. I want him. Badly.

I swoon over him. I thrive off of his presence. I crave his attention. I yearn for his love. Be it friendship. I wanna be his friend. But not the friend-zoned friend. His friend who's a perfect girlfriend material for him.

It's crazy I've gotten into his notice. I mean, what the fuck? It's like every girl in the campus wants him. And... I'm not guilty or anything... but I feel bad since I might have pissed him off and hurt him.. as I didn't let any girl come and confess to him.

In simple words, to every girl who tried to confess and propose him, I directly tricked her into not going to him or something. I just threatened only those who were stubborn and dared to not back down.

Well... that kind of noted me for the things I haven't committed. For the love of God, I just told those gossiping bitches that I wouldn't let them live in peace.

Whole college girls at a point didn't approach him because I existed.

It was like this, until he finally decided to talk to me. Well, he didn't talk to me exactly, he kind of warned me to not meddle into his life, in the middle of hallway. Uh, I simply nodded along making it unclear. Unknown at what I agreed to.

To my surprise, after that newbies and some other girls did confess and tried to date him. And he rejected them. Not that I have ever complained but why didn't he let me do that? So he wanted to show me that I don't have to fear about girls nearing him? I didn't know nor do I.

That have had arised a fear in me that if I were to ever confess to him, he might reject me. For which, I have never tried so. He is so unapproachable. I tried to get him into a date with me. Well, it was a rejection in the end anyway. So, I know for sure that he won't be mine and I still want to be his. I have started to admire my love from afar since then.

Oh right, I never introduced myself. I am ＿＿＿. I'm the senior student in the Noulli's University Of Science And Arts. I'm a biology major, wanna be an expert with plants. Right, after my family and Kai, plants are the things I live for. My obsession ranges from identifying a random grass plant outside to build a lots of fucking tree houses to live forever, where there are all plants and their related books. I've one tree house though.

And Kai, wait- AH! I forgot. We are trapped in the forest. Actually, I somehow managed to befriend this unapproachable, only-cold-to-me, reserved guy. I have befriended Choi Soobin, and he had me befriending everyone else : Choi Yeonjun, Choi Beomgyu, Kang Taehyun and... him.

So.. they invited me to their picnic. Actually, Taehyun wanted to go to remote area. For which we had planned everything, to not to get lost in this area as well but screw my obsession with plants. I was told to get firewood and I went along the forest.

I saw those flying amanitas! Those red white-spotted mushrooms I always see in those cartoons and all, I saw them and started following those mushrooms. And I lost my way back. I have no idea where I am. And this idiot, the love of my life have come to me.

—END OF READER'S PERSPECTIVE—

KAI'S PERSPECTIVE:

I have no idea where I can start the whole thing that I've been experiencing since two years and it has become no to avail for coming to an end. It was all fine.

I knew myself very well and had my life planned out . Actually I wanna be with myself and my dear ones. I'm just pursuing my dream of being journalist. Or that's what I thought, until she came along.

Well. Everything becomes upside down when it's her. I just don't know. I have no idea who she actually is. She is so overprotective over me. No. It's not overprotective. She is completely possessive. I'm a being. I'm not a thing/person to be objectified. Though she didn't objectify me.

She has no rights to intervene in my love life. I know she loves me. But I don't. That's enough of a reason. I have many reasons not to reciprocate her feelings back.

She meddled into my life. She didn't approach me directly. She never once talked to me. But she influenced my life without having any encounter with me. And I didn't even create some subtle vibration in her life tracks till now. She made me the most unapproachable guy. Not that I care about any rumors, it somehow did trouble me.

She saved me from those infectious girls in the college. I do appreciate that but who was she to me? No one. I mean, she could atleast have some alliance or some kind of agreement with me. Something with me.

And she didn't. I let it be as it is was. Until she piqued the interest of my friend, Soobin. Boom! he got her into our friends group. She even immediately befriended everyone! But I just don't know... what I should do....

Hence, I didn't let down my walls. But who has me searching for them in the middle of woods, at dusk?

＿＿＿＿. Her.

Fuck you Taehyun! Who has asked you to choose a damn restricted and remote area. It's a forest. There might be wildlife here.

"Go. SeArCh FoR hEr. YOU dOn'T wAnT hEr ReMnAnT bOnEs. FrEsH mEaT. ReAdY tO bE EATEN." (Note the sarcasm of Kai in here)

And I even agreed to this. Why? Couldn't Taehyun, Soobin, Yeonjun or Beomgyu give me company?

"It Is FuCkInG dAyLiGhT. GeT hEr, ChIcKeN!"

She was sent for firewood and she is lost in woods. God knows where she is and I can't seem to find her.

"＿＿＿＿! ＿＿＿＿! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

I screamed. I started going to the place where there were these mushrooms, weird plants and literally that scenery of forest we look at, in the internet.

The forest seemed weird. There were no longer the Jusses, silver maples, birches, cedars, eucalyptuses etc. There were so many strange plants. Creepers, cuscutas, huge banyans etc. Don't ask me why I know plants now. I just couldn't ignore this garrulous annoyance of human being, who had always talked about plants to the guys explaining every damn species and I couldn't ignore her.

Is this the same world I see in those movies? Am I really with humans? Where are dinosaurs?

Dear dinosaurs, I have your plushies. I'm your fan. But not a fan of you eating me– These intrusive thoughts, stop please. But what about wildlife? A lion or tiger completing my flesh and breaking my bones to eat my bone marrow?

FUCKING INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS- SHUT THE FUCK UP!

I was walking and walking. I couldn't find any signs of her. I kept yelling her name, at this point I have known that I'm lost, lost in woods. I am lost, searching for her... who is lost herself.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I SCREAM! some of the birds from trees fly out. I'm lost... I'm fucking lost! I'M SO LOST!

KAI.. Calm yourself. You either search for ＿＿＿, and get together with her. Or just rot here.

So I follow my own command, I keep on yelling her name. Walking towards where these weird trees transcend. At my constant yelling of her name in the woods, after a while, I hear some voice... it is hers. "KAI! I CAN HEAR YOU!"

"＿＿＿＿! HERE! FOLLOW MY VOICE!"

And I keep yelling to get her appearing into my sight.... My legs subconsciously start pacing in a velocity that's more than the a normal one... I AM RUNNING TOWARDS HER!

Looking at me running at obviously no reason, she increases her pace and runs to me, She collides her body with, burying her face into my neck and embracing me. I tighten our collision and hug her tight.. my arms naturally wrap around hee torso and I push her into myself. It's so comforting and reassuring...

But why? Why does hugging her makes me feel full? And I don't wanna lose this!

I feel although I'm lost in a forest, I have her and I've no need to worry.. This is exactly what I don't intend to feel and yet.. She is propelling me to feel all of this..

What are you doing to me, Little Nugget?

—END OF KAI'S PERSPECTIVE—

READER'S PERSPECTIVE :

This idiot, his voice shrilled through the whole woods... I am right, they're searching for me... it's been like an hour or two, I've been walking. My tired pace of walking halts when I hear an unclear nasal voice, that almost seemed like Kai's.

As I follow that voice, it becomes clearer than before confirming IT IS KAI SEARCHING FOR ME! My eyes immediately wrinkle into happiness curves and my heaving increases as I run towards that voice. Yes, I want him in my arms. I felt too lonely without him. Don't care if he shoves me away, I'm going to hug him tight. So tight that he can not escape my hold..

I too scream at him, allowing him to have a sense of direction as he comes to locate me; my voice is completely desperate. His physique comes into my sight and my happiness peaks through the limits, increasing my speed... I run to him, clashing into his body and hugging him tight!

It was all me until I feel a pair of large arms encircling around my torso that is glued to his... am I dreaming? KAI HUGGED ME! UGH I'M MALFUNCTIONING!!

No way I'm leaving him now, I'm going to Hug him tighter! And just like that, I stop tip toeing and relax myself in his embrace, this feels good... I'm completely in his arms and that makes me feel so loved... though he doesn't love me....

Kai you're my once in a lifetime dream come true! His heartbeat is fastening I can hear it! And so is mine. He makes my heart beat again, just like how he always does with his presence... now I might start to like the fact that I'm lost in woods. Lost In Woods with him...

Oh okay, I might make him uncomfortable if I just hold him tighter and longer so... I retrieve myself from hugging him... he looks a little breathless...

"Kai, breath for a while? You're breathless," I advise him earning a scoff from him. I question him with raising my eyebrows, what did I do to earn that scoff? "As if you aren't breathless yourself panting like that," He remarks at me. Ah, I did run to him and am panting now.. I literally suck at sports. I am panting as I hugged him and overjoy made my panting audible to him lol.

—END OF READER'S PERSPECTIVE—

"Thank God, you're not eaten away..." He mutters into her ear, sighing in relief.

"Thank God you're alive as you searched for me," She smiles in reassurance, "But you shouldn't have come for me."

"What do you mean by that, ＿＿＿＿?"

"You shouldn't have been... that's it," That's all she manages to say as she still is lost in the feeling of his embrace to which his subtle soaring happiness dropped down..

Does she not want him to be with her? That thought starts plaguing Kai's mind. He feels a little pang at her words to which he, gets onto his guard again. He turns nonchalant and she does notice this change in his little demeanor.

Kai reminds, "We're Fucking lost...." She feels guilty that she pulled him into this mess and god knows if others are searching for her.. "I know... I'm sorry," She confesses, "I shouldn't have followed those magical plants."

"I know that and what matters now is........ you're safe."

"But Kai, Others are searching for me too and this forest... God know what animals dwell in here! I can't imagine where else they are and what they encountering with!"

"No one else is searching, it's just me to your rescue."

"YOU IDIOT! HOW COULD YOU SEARCH FOR ME ALONE? DO YOU NOT HAVE A LITTLE OUNCE OF SELF CONCERN THAT YOU MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE FOR ME? WHO KNOWS IF YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE FOUND ME YOU MIGHT HAVE STARVED UNTIL YOU'VE FOUND THE ROAD!!" She yells at him in worry grabbing his collar. "Don't tell me that what we ate in the car is the last thing you ate," Her voice dies down as she can't see her man suffering.

Dumbfounded Kai just mutters a little, "Uhm... I ate a little junk and then guys have asked me to fetch you..."

His answer to her, lights her eyes up & she sighs a low thank God, closing her eyes and looking up as though she really did converse with God.

"I found some wild fruits, they're edible and sour. Not exactly sour or not exactly sweet. They're just edible as the plant is a fruiting plant and I'm still alive so it's not poisonous," She says as she draws out some fruits from her jeans pocket.

"Save them for later," Kai suggests, "if we have to spend the night here, we might eat these."

"Shall we go and fetch some more?" She asks.

"Sure, if they're not enough..."

"Follow me!"

"Okay."

And Kai follows her as she takes him to the tree. Uh-oh. The fruits that were down to her reach are plucked and eaten by her. There are some, which she can reach if she gets help..

"Kai, they're up. We might need to climb the tree."

"I don't know how to. Do you?"

"Me neither."

Kai pauses for a moment. "I've an Idea," He goes to her, who's close to the tree. "What's that Kai?" She asks. He moves closer to her to which she steps aside. Kai rolls his eyes at her sudden action. "Why did you step aside?" He asks her to which she answers, "Maybe cause I was in your way?"

"I need you for that idea," Kai confessed.

"Okay tell me what I can do?"

"Stay still, be composed & balanced."

"Okay."

Kai goes to her. He is standing infront of her. But, he is dangerously close to her. He crouches down and snakes his arms around the down of her buttocks. And he picks her up. She almost pops her eyes out in surprise as he stood inches away from her and crouched down—

He picks her up and she composes herself to not fall. Why did he carry her like that? "What the fuck Kai– what is this for?"

"You can reach the fruits now, get those."

"Oh, O-Okay."

He moves closer to the tree, "I'm already carrying your ass, can't you guide me with some directions? That overwhelmed already?"

"Oh my fucking God! Kai— is that you, my Love? Move a little backwards and left...... Good. I'll throw down the fruits," She plucks the fruits using his help. Him actually teasing her has her in a chokehold. For a person who always loves him and after some rejection she didn't expect this to happen.

At one side it is her racing heart completely overwhelming her as she is just close to him... body to body close! At other side she has to get fruits. She couldn't distinguish between a leaf and a fruit, that's how affected she is.

"Move to the right Kai," She gestures. He moves to his right and while he walks, she loses her balance, shaking vigorously as she is so up onto him. She grips onto his shoulders and lowers head down with a panicked "Ah!"

"Whoa whoa whoa, careful ＿＿＿＿!" Kai chants in panick as well but he halts his movements as she lowers her head down to his ears; her breath whispers into his ears. As he stills, she slowly pulls her head up, looking at Kai... their faces inches away from each other.

Flustered Kai just oscillates his gaze from her lips to her eyes which has her gulping hard. Oh how he can feel her breath onto his face, fanning and unusually hot.

KAI'S PERSPECTIVE :

No no no! This is not fair! My subconscious system did not just made me carry her and now we're close as fuck. She breathes heavily, I can feel that. She is not focusing on plucking fruits, I know that.

And what about me? I'm malfunctioning myself as she places her hands onto my shoulders and how her boobs just rest onto my hair as she leans into my face to grab fruits. This is insane, I never noticed her boobs until now and they're too plushy. "You wanna squish them," the voice inside me announces. "No I don't!" I deny.

I deny knowing damn well, there's a lot more I deny Which I should admit internally as my subconscious suggests.

I could even smell her citrus scent oozing out her clothes and making me dizzy. I like such scents and it wouldn't be too bad to smell her like this? Oh no Kai, just shut the fuck up & walk properly!

But this is insane! She doesn't have any fucking need to lose her balance and breathe near my ears. That's kind of heating me up.... and if she has to pull back, why can't she do it in one go?

She pulls back so slowly and halts as her lips are centimeters apart from mine. My eyes immediately look at her lips which are too tempting. No, I shouldn't. I don't like her at all. Why did I come to her? Why do her words affect in a way they shouldn't?

Her throat bobs down, as though it's something that has her in a chokehold and me? I find myself letting lout a breath that I didn't know I was holding...

This dangerous proximity that she and I now are sharing... it's too tempting to just break it. The feeling of her having like this, so close to me? It's so unnecessarily good that though I want her put her down, my hands just don't seem to move or it's my system forbidding my denials of our tension.

Don't look at me like that... I don't wanna lose my control. It's on thin ice now.

Little Nugget, you drive me fucking insane and I hate that I do like it....

Silence. That's what I hear among us. The wind from the trees around flows, the sound of leaves etc echoes and our breaths too. Her gaze too lingers into my eyes and then travels down. What are you willing to do?

—END OF KAI'S PERSPECTIVE—

She can't handle the heat. She might end up kissing him. "I picked- eno-enough fruits... Let m-me down?"

"Ah, yeah," Kai lets her down. Turning away and fanning himself using hands, he huffs out. She turns away, placing her hands on her chest and whispering, "That's okay, this was just the heat of the moment, you are just flustered that was not an almost-kiss at all..!!"

Little did she miss her man fanning himself at their little tension, she is completely unaware of her effect on him. She gathers her courage and herself.

She grabs all the fruits and fills them in her jeans's pockets. She hands the rest to Kai who fills his pockets with those fruits. Rest of them in his T-shirt's pocket at his chest and in his jackets pockets.

They look like kid buddies who sneak at nights to steal some chocolates but densely caught because they're having pocket full of it.

They look a little awkward but animals don't rate their outfits. And anything for survival so both of them hold back laughter at how funny they look to each other.

She finally calms herself and he does too.

"It's not dark... so shall we walk? Do you atleast remember your way back or are you suffering the same as me?" She asks, earning an agreeing hum from Kai.

"I don't remember, Suffering the same as you with you," Answers Kai, "Yep let's walk till it darkens."

"We just need to find the road," She professes rolling her eyes at him and Kai nods to it.

"Which way shall we go? Shall we decide with rock-paper-scissors?" Kai asks. "Yep, let's decided on its basis," She replies.

Both of them say a "Rock-paper-Scissors" in unison and he lets out an o as he drew the paper and she drew the scissors. "Let's go this way," She points to some direction and Kai nods along to her decision.

They walk with no sense of direction, completely based on whims and praying that they find the road. In order to lighten up the situation, she tries some lines at him.

"Kai, can I call you Mangifera? You make me feral and you're magnificent and you're my mango!" She chirps at him. He grimaces at that and taunts, "No thanks."

"What about Solaminum Tuberosome?" She chirps again.

"What the fuck is that?"

"You're my serious cute potato!"

He scoffs an irrestible laugh at her, sarcastic in the end, remarking at her— "You're sick."

"No I'm not! You just can't handle my lines at you. So you just shrug me off this way."

"You're delusional."

"Uh, not exactly when I can make you mine at any moment."

"In your dreams."

"Are you chlorophyll? Because I'm drawn to you like a plant to sunlight."

He looks at her, stopping his pace. Just a poker face trying to hide his smile.

"Did it work?"

"What?"

"My pick up line."

"I was wondering if God is with you or not, cause you need him bad. You're absolutely sick."

"You meanie, that's called lovesick!"

"All I hear is blah blah blah, are you perhaps some lamb?"

"Fuck you!"

"In your dreams, again."

"Really? What if I actualize it soon Kai?"

"You'll never, until and unless I let you."

She goes close to him and tip toes, looking intensely in his eyes. She lowly says, "What if you will let me?"

"That will forever be a 'what if' it will never be real."

"I wish to change that," She seriously confesses to which Kai also moves closer and says, "You'll always fail."

This is new. Kai never talked this much to her. And she's enjoying this. Also, her heart feels a pang at his harsh words that just reject her. She feels it's better to keep going than bickering as the sun has already set and it's darkening.

"Fine you won!"

"This is exactly why you shouldn't let your friend know that you love him."

"Thanks for the lesson, Monk."

"You're always welcome for preaching, Lady."

READER'S PERSPECTIVE :

He really is a mean idiot. I don't know anymore if I hate him or love him. He knows I love him and he's using it against me. But he has never talked this much to me. That feels good. Though he bickers awful with me.

But once again, we find each other close. Being in this forest is now making me feel like loving it and getting lost forever. Maybe this way he'll come to love me? No stop your weird thoughts ＿＿＿＿! You're making him fall for you, in normal TPO.

We almost kissed. That's insane. Will he.... perhaps let me hold his hands? I'm kind of scared ( a straight lie ). "Kai?" I call him out and he looks at me. "What?"

"I'm scared," I lie, only to see if he is willing to hold hands with me or not. I love him, can't I atleast try to get him? "And...?" He nonchalantly asks.

"Let me hold hands with you?" I shamelessly say it out. "What does that has to do with you being scared?"

"What if I'm pulled away by some monsters? This is becoming scary... the only light here is from the moon."

"Monsters don't exist."

"But I just don't wanna lose you... I'm scared. What if we're both separated by two animals trying to eat us?"

He stops and and grabs my arms. HE ENTAGLES MY ARMS WITH HIS! A WORLD PAUSE! MY MAN ENTAGLED HIS ARMS WITH MINE!

Is it okay if I just rest my head on his shoulder and walk lazily ahead? This feels a crime so good! No, he's my favourite crime to commit. This feels so good, I love it!

—END OF READER'S PERSPECTIVE—

KAI'S PERSPECTIVE :

She's been spamming at me with her weird ass pick up lines that just keep on fluttering my heart. They just are, I've no idea why it's happening. As if her lines at me aren't enough, she asks, "Let me hold hands with you?"

NO! LIKE YESSING— I MEAN NO-ING NO!

"That's something you and your heart can't handle," my subconscious is conscious again. Ugh, stop being as delusional as her subconscious! "No I'm stating facts!"

Again. Shut the fuck up for a while subconscious.

She spouts some random non-sense. And then at last she says, "But I don't wanna lose you... I'm scared. What if we're separated by two animals trying to eat us?"

Animals. Animals! She's right. We haven't come across, doesn't mean we aren't going to come across any. We are! No. I ain't being eaten alone. I've a partner now. I wish to die with her! She's my partner!

No way. Holding hands is like some weak bond. I'll fucking have her arms locked with mine. Just you wait and watch! If we're meant to die and to be eaten, we'll die and be eaten together!

And that's how I entwine my arms with hers. My sudden selfish action gets out some real surprised reaction from her but she slowly relaxes her entwined arm in mine. I'm so cunning, I'm sorry heavens.

And we walk. Walk. Arms interlocked. Her smiling at this and me hiding back mine.

"You like having her around you," My subconscious again. No I don't! It's just I'm forced now. She can't die alone, I will have to be there for her. "Sure whatever helps you sleep at nights, I can't believe I'm your subconscious. "

Get lost! "Sure I will." My subconscious is bickering with me, wow. But.. This feels... good. Having her arms with mine.. is just so... nice.

"Kai....!" She breathes, "Let's rest. We're lost. Completely lost."

"I know," I reply, "There's that huge rock over there," I point towards a rock that catches my eye. She hurries me to walk till there, while she her holds her knees, breathing in and out, as though she had run a marathon. She has been walking for god knows how long, before I have had met her.

She must be tired... it's better if we rest now. And we hurry there. She uses her feet to sweep off the leaves and seats herself down. I take out all the fruits and place them down. Wait– what's that? Is that my phone? MY PHONE?! WHY DID I HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT IT?!

"＿＿＿＿!" I call her out, smiling so happily, "I've my phone!!"

"What??? KAI YOU'RE OUR SAVIOUR! JUST TRY SENDING OUR LOCATION TO BOYS AND GIRLS!"

"Yes Yes, I'm on it. Let me call someone and let them know we're fine."

As I opened my phone, I saw no call notifications. I opened caller app, there's nothing. Why didn't no one call me? That's not what matters Huening! Just call someone. I immediately find my recent call log and call Yeonjun Hyung's. My calls aren't working. There are signals! Oh fuck no towers!! As I call other guys and girls, there's nothing to avail. No signals.

"＿＿＿＿," I call her, my voice literally having zero happiness which she does notice. "Kai, what's wrong?"

"No towers... no signals... this phone is utterly of waste." I confess, falling down at my knees in sheer dissapointment. I'm SO PISSED OFF AT THIS UGH!

She nears me and cups my cheeks. "That's okay," She cajols, "I'll use this fetch some fire wood."

"Don't get lost again," I say as I'm reminded that I can still use this for light.

She gets up and takes my phone. Turning on the flashlight. Wait, I'll go with her. This darkened night... feels awfully alright when I'm with her..

"I'm coming," I get up, "Let's get lost together if we're bound to."

"Haha, so funny Kai." She finds some firewood and hands them to me. I helpfully take them all as she places them in my arms. So we collect a handful of some wood that she said is alright to burn, and we return. To our little Rocky home. "Last thing! I forgot!"

"What's it?"

"That's stone's to lit up some fire and some dry leaves to catch that spark! Atleast a pad/plane like wood so I can make fire."

"Oh fuck, we weren't just collecting firewood without having anything to make some."

"I know right? Let's take both the means."

"Sure."

And she successfully finds the things she mentioned to get. We walk back and seat ourselves. We collected a lot. That's gonna be enough till the dawn.

"Kai, can you check the stones if they make fire when we strike them together? Till then I'll check if I can make fire using the pad like wood and sticks."

"Yep, will be on it," I say.

I take the stones and strike them against each other. Nope, these are a fail. Another two, fail. Mixing the pair trying out, wait– this one feels fiery. I'll try this one with others. So I keep going at it.

And after a few minutes, I succeed! Yes, they do produce sparks! I look over at her.. she's been spinning a stick at the wood for a while getting some smokes. Well, she doesn't have to strain on it anymore!

"Hey, don't strain on it, let's arrange the sticks. The stones do produce sparks!" I cheer her, to which she smiles at me. And stops her strain.

"Good, I'll arrange the sticks."

"I'll help."

"Sure."

—END OF KAI'S PERSPECTIVE—

They help eachother out. They coordinate well together. But he's just too adamant to accept that he likes being around her and admires her.

She arranges the fire sticks into a conical tent, places some dry leaves and strikes the stones onto eachother.

At n attempts, she finally lits up the leaves and makes fire. Overjoyed Kai just cheers some yays and wohoos immediately slaps his palms onto hers; which are already ready for a high-five!

"We won't freeze tonight," Kai exclaims, "All because of you Nugget!" He warms his hands to the fire and so does she. She and he seat themselves on the ground; her laying her back onto the rock.

Wait, what? Did she hear him right? He called her a Nugget! "That's so fucking cute," She exclaims to herself. Did he just call her the nickname he so hidden from her itself? Yes, he did and now watch him divert the topic.

"So, learning Biology...like teaches you how to survive?"

"Uh no, I as a child was fascinated by getting lost in forest and then actually you know to understand about trees, I read books about survival. Later my plant knowledge added to it. Didn't ever expect that it would be used today."

"Makes sense. That's you completely."

"I know right? I just love plants and trees."

"More than anything?"

"Uhm, no."

"What's the first thing you love?"

"My family, the first; the love of my life, the second; my passion for being a plant expert, the third and Myself, the last."

"So who's that love of your life? Don't tell now it's me."

She grimaces at him. "Is he for real now? Fine, I'll play a bit," she thinks.

"Uhm, yeah... I guess it's not you, anymore. There is this guy though, in your group. I wish he was the who found me here–"

Those same words that panged his heart which he denied before are rung in his ears again and he loses his shit at that.

"Oh hell no! I'm not taking this shit no more. You stupid girl, shouldn't you be glad that atleast I found you? Like now you're being picky about who has to find you? Even when we met as we're lost, you said it shouldn't have been me. Why did I risk myself, getting lost in this damn forest... only for you to say, 'iT sHoUlD nOt hAvE bEeN YoU KaI,' or something like, 'i WiSh He WaS tHe OnE wHo fOuNd mE hErE— Like what am I? A chopped liver? Do you know how much you affect me? How upside down my life has turned the moment you stepped into it? No like, without even meeting/talking to me you just flipped my life upside down and even when I'm like cursing the life out of you, you just stare at me! Do I not affect you the same– oh no, you're not coming close to me and then just stare at me–"

Kiss. She kisses him. The man who was just now rambling all his curses at her is shut up now. She shushed him with her lips onto his. She pulls back, "Sorry, kissing you seemed the only way to Shush you." He widens his eyes at the feeling of her lips.

This is reckless. He might hate her. She didn't know what to do. Continuing his argument seemed the only way to make him forget about the kiss.

"And you mister! Wait a damn minute. When I said it shouldn't have been you, I meant that I didn't want you to be the one searching for me. Like what if, WHAT IF, you hadn't found me? What would you be doing now? Waiting to be eaten or rotten? No I'm not picky about it. Hell I'm overjoyed that it's you. And it's not my fucking problem that you ain't affecting me in YOUR point of view. If you had ever given me a chance, I'd literally would have shown you how my greenery filled life became a rainbow because of you! You even said no to my date and never talked to me fully. Hell I felt like we were just some damn name-sake friends because you're fucking reserved. All the times I tried to talk you ignored me. I did everything I could to get you to me but all I could manage to get was not you but your reserved and distant treatment! And you want me to say what? I love you? Knowing damn well that you fucking terrify me of the rejection? I can't imagine being rejected by you! And that guy I just mentioned is you, you prick! Now tell me what do I—"

Kiss. He kisses her NOW to shut her up. Chill out Kai, she's just trying to distract you by continuing the argument. The woman is awestruck at this. As soon as he pulls back, she stays still.

"Kai?" She calls him looking at him in astonishment, "Did you kiss me just now?"

"Didn't you just kiss me few moments ago?" He says, rubbing his lips in mischief.

"I'm dreaming. This isn't real at all. You didn't kiss me!"

"What if," He catches her attention to his words, "I say... that this time you ask me out and I say yes?"

"Shut up, delusional thoughts! This ain't happening, is it?" She face palms herself and breathes these words of her out.

"What if I say I didn't ever intend to reject you?"

"What do you mean," she squeals, "THIS AIN'T REAL!"

"You didn't kiss me, I kissed you. I'm.. I'm- in delusion that you didn't mind me kissing you... now I suddenly hear you say that you didn't intend to reject me! Am I dreaming or what the fuck?" She pinches her cheeks hardly and then winces in pain.

"No! I'm feeling fake pain! This is dream!"

He sighs at her denial state, "If kissing you has gotten you to this state... I wonder what you will do if I fuck you? Do I just remind you again & again by fucking you?"

"Haha NO, cause you're not my Kai. If it is my Kai, I'll say yes!"

"I am your Kai," He kisses her, "I kissed you like this just now.."

He doesn't break the kiss and tops her over. He lays her back onto the rock's support and cups her cheeks as he pulls back, "Shall I?"

She thinks it's better to not let her denial emotions get over and she finally accepts that it is her Kai kissing her now. "Yes Please...!"

He chuckles at her desperate answer and attaches lips onto hers. Inclines his head onto the other side and enters his tongue into hers. She gladly lets him and starts swirling her tongue around his.

She lets out some sweet muffled noises in between the kiss and so does he, because damn... he has no idea why he has taken it this far but oh he's liking it so damn much that now stopping this feels absolutely wrong...

This feels awfully good. Oh how she has dreamed this in countless nights, fantasizing how he would make love to her .. How he would make out with her...

Thus, she strips him off his jacket and throws it away. He slips in his hands and starts exploring her torso. Massaging her plush skin, extracting goosebumps and arches from her.

She pulls back from the smooch and pulls off his T-shirt with him reciprocating the same; laying her bare on her bra and pants. He is left half-naked. She kisses his lips and traverses it down his jaw, planting some carmine love bites.

"Hah... so desperate aren't you?" He moans at her kisses and she replies, "I have waited for this my whole life. Of course, I am!"

"Hmmm... is that it? Then I shall give you what you desire," He pulls her chin up with his one hand and his other is busy unclasping her bra. He unclasps her bra, letting her boobs free.

The same pair of organs that rested on his hair as she plucked fruits and he noticed her boobs... he rubs the pad of his finger at his nipples making them erect... he palms one and starts sucking onto it, stimulating her in the best way possible.

She lets out few gasps and quiet moans... he makes her stand up, stripping her of her pants, he groans at the sight of her panty, erecting a tent in his own. She astoundingly looks at the tent and caresses on it.

She desperately unzips his jeans, and makes him strip himself off of that. Revealing him in boxers which are erecting a huge tent. She looks at him through her lashes and licks her lips as though that were her dessert.

He gets fully soused at her desperate looks and his mouth starts spouting in spontaneous manner as it is natural.

He grunts at the caress, "You want it? You want my cock?" Piercing through her soul as he ogles at her. She is arched on the standing, and her legs are split as he takes one of hers into his arms.

"Yes, I do," She answers lasciviously, "I want it Kai!"

"That's my good girl," Kai whispers, "You know what good girls say to get their things done?"

"Please! Please Kai, Fuck me!"

"That's right," Kai praises in his low, quiet & sexy voice, "That's my smart good girl.."

He rips off her panty and she gets his boxers down, both of them completely naked. As she is split, he aligns his cock at her pooling entrance... She quietly chants, "Fuck fuck fuck, Yes, fuck me Love!"

Her desperation just buoys him up, as he starts sheathing himself in her, moaning at how tight her little cunt is and earns a long moan from her. He stays still for a moment as he didn't prep her and now he just stops his dick from twitching inside her to cum.

He pulls out, as slow as he can, and strikes in her; deep and forceful. The moment he stilled his cock inside her, she feels her legs turning into jelly. How pleasuring and mind wrecking it is that she keeps on gasping in moans though he hasn't started his moment in her... until he has pulled out and fucked it into her hard that has made her whimper loudly.

He moves in and out of her, her soft walls clenching so badly at his cock and her biting her palms to conceal in her moans... He asks, "Nugget.. Yes... squeeze more.. just like that.. and haah... what's that?" He removes her palm from her mouth and observes how she closed her eyes feeling all the pleasure in.

"What am I doing?" He thinks. "Exactly what you're supposed to do. I'm proud of you my body," His subconscious taunts at him to which Kai doesn't deny. "Being with her feels good, Doing stuff with her feels good and fucking her? It's an absolute heaven!" He thinks.

"Show me your face and... Pretty girl.. a good girl don't look away from the man who's fucking her.. come on, look at me as you scream?" Kai tilts her head facing his. She does as she is told; her a complete blushing and moaning mess as she looks at him with most doe eyes. This gesture of her just encourages Kai to go faster.

"Louder my good girl, Scream.. there's no here except us... Scream," He kisses her cheeks and she increases her volume of chanting moans. As he fucks her in such a soft, pleasuring and fast pace, she screams as she is told and squeezes him tighter. He grows louder as penetrating into her becomes more and more ecstatic.

"You love this....don't you? You're so loud ugh... and shameless huh? Haah....you're fucking me though you're Lost mmhm? Tell me would you have done this with others?" He spouts this with venom in his voice to which she shooks her head vigorously in a no. What does make her happy is that he called himself as her partner and she would fuck him if he is it!

"Words little miss slut!" He pinches her nipples. Groping at her breasts, completely harsh. "That's like it Kai!" She yells at him in her mind in sheer pleasure. "I- w-wouldn't! Only you, only you my love!"

He chuckles in between his moans and thrusts, "That's right," he fucks into her, notices how both of them were sweating and the moonlight making her seem so pretty. This full moon night and them going at it like animals in heat. "She is so hot!" He thinks and grunts as he feels himself close to his orgasm.

"K-Kai, I'm s-so close!" She squeals in pleasure. "Wait for me, I'm there too... Haagh!" He moans. His pace goes sloppier as his dick twitches reaching close to release. She couldn't control herself and she creams his cock with the loudest moan that she has ever let out and Kai moans a loud-long fuck and empties his load in her.

Both of them throw heads back and pant. Kai looks at her and says, "Let's go for another round!"

"Yes please! It's not enough!" He chuckles at her answer and grabs her another leg, pulling her in air and putting her onto the rock. Her both legs in his both arms, her back glued to the stone and her cunt dripping with the cum that Kai has had filled her up with.

His relaxed dick perks up again as she is completely spread out, her whole vulva in full display to Kai's eyes. "Oh fuck... you're so sexy, pretty."

"As if you aren't some angel yourself, Kai... waste no time, come on fuck me hard!"

"Okay, as you say Little Nugget," He pummels his cock into her. She clenches hard onto it. He grunts and goes unbelievably hard and fast into her, extracting sonorous coarse screams of pleasure from her.

How adept and good he is fucking that she squeezes his cock so tight, extracting so many groans, grunts, moans and filthy curses from her.

"Stop doing that... stop clenching l-like that... ugh... I'm losing it... " He moans and she smiles, "Yes Kai! Lose it and fuck me!"

"Aren't I fucking you already? Huh... you dirty little girl- I should fuck you like this often... so you become my cockslut... you would like that wouldn't ya?"

"Aaah yes Kai! I would...Harder!"

He increases his intensity and goes on fucking her. He reaches her so deep in this position, hits her so in the right spots that in this heated rhapsody, she gets lost in pleasure. Her perky boobs swing to his oscillating thrusts making her seem so lewd.

"So so so sexy and lewd, aren't you? That's how you are... fuck I can go on like this forever..."

She unconsciously clenches hard at his dick despite of him asking her not to, at his praises.. He feels the overwhelming bliss while he ruts into her.

She grabs his cheeks and kisses him, whispering a few I love yous to which Kai shushes her up because he wanted her to confess her love to him at the same time as him. He slams his lips onto hers, darting his tongue inside her mouth.. wrestling with hers. She pulls his face over to hers and kisses him deeply. He muffled his moans in the kiss and she smooches his lips as bad as she could.. as if there is no tomorrow.

As they continue to fuck, she finds herself close to her release and pulls back, "I'm close.." She feels all the organs in her stomach twist and turn, notifying her that she's about to cum.

Kai just says, "I'm there... let's cum together," and increases his pace. Reaching to his extremity, as his dick just accumulates it all and is completely convulsing making him become messier with his movements and he finally thrusts his cum-thrust into her... spamming yet again into her.

She cums on his cock again, clenching at it again and again. This was literally the best fuck she and he has ever had in their life. She drips off the cum. He giggles at his work, lets her down and helps her stand as she wobbles.

"Stand like this, I'll fetch our clothes," Kai looks around letting her know, and helps her to get support from the rock, "Damn we threw them so far." And he fetches the clothes. She is completely exhausted and waits for him to return.

He comes back and hands her clothes to wear. They both dress themselves up. "Ugh.. you ripped my panty Kai!" She scolds him.

"Oopsies! I forgot we were in forest."

"Screw you!"

"You already did."

"Of course, didn't I tell you that I would actualize it tonight? I did and you fucked me all on your will, huh!" She flips her hair proudly.

He chuckles and says, "All because of my own reasons and of course you aren't the tiny bit of them."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Kai! Just admit it, you like me be it a tiny bit but you do!"

"I don't know. I don't I guess."

"Whatever."

"We really have to bath soon Kai," She says looking at his messy state and imagining hers. "Let's sleep for now and search for the road tomorrow," Kai suggests her and she nods to it.

"We gotta sleep the other side, there's so much cum here..." Kai points out and she looks at it..She flushes in embarrassment and yells at him, "You did that!"

"Not me, it's you!" Kai talks back and shift the wood and stones to the other side. He arranges the sticks in a tent again and lits them up. She follows him lazily and sits down on the ground.

"Shall we eat these?" Kai asks pointing at the fruits. "Give me and have some," She replies. Kai hands her some fruits and watches her eat. Then eats them as she does, peeling the fruit and eating the insides as he was confused how to eat those.

"Mmm, not sweet or sour... just eat-able..." Kai says eating the fruits.

She peels some and feeds to Kai, "Say aaahhh," He unhesitantly does it and eats the fruits. "This one is a little sweet. That's why I fed you." He blushes at that.

"Let's sleep, shall we?" He asks scooting to the rock and resting his back onto it. She scoots over as well but a little distant from him.

"Stop acting like a gentle woman after fucking me , scoot over to me!" Kai taunts at her and she rolls her eyes. He removes jacket, draws his arms out so she can sneak in his embrace. She does go towards him and places herself between his arm and his torso, resting her head onto his shoulder. He blankets her and himself with his jacket and rests his head onto hers.

She reminisces about all that had happened now and blushes at it. She's happy. All the things he said, before sex... he doesn't intend to reject her now? She is happy as fuck now.

"Kai?" She looks up at him. He hums asking her proceed to say. "Look at me?" She asks him. He does and she kisses him again, snaking her arms around his torso. He kisses her back.

"One chance... is all I need," she murmurs... and he shrugs this off as he asks her to sleep.

"Meanie." She inflates her cheeks and sleeps onto his shoulder. Both of them sleep in the forest in each other's warm embrace.

"I think... she's worth it... " Kai decides.

The fire extinguishes after a while and they're lost in the woods and their dreamlands. They snuggle in closer together as they feel the cold. They sleep and cuddle so sweetly.

After hours, the sun rises... waking up Kai.. He feels his arms are dead as she had been sleeping on it since the night. She turns to other side, hugging his arms. He finds her cute and kisses her forehead. "Nugget.. wake up...it's morning."

She opens her eyes at feeling of his lips on her forehead and chirps a lazy and groggy "Good morning my penguin!"

Surprised Kai just chuckles at that, he moves his dead arm around. "It must be around 6 I guess?" Kai says earning an agreeing hum from her.

She gets up finally, stretching her arms out and yawning. Kai gathers the fruits and gestures her, "Shall we eat these and search for the road?"

"We didn't brush, we reek of sex but we have to keep going ugh... I crave water, bath and some real food as fuck..."

"I know... that's why. Let's eat them real quick and walk!"

"Okie dokie!"

And they eat the fruits in the chilling morning. And start walking. They walk into a whole different direction this time and keep going.

Meanwhile, The other boys and girls decided to search for Kai and her in the roads as Taehyun has a feeling they're struggling for finding the road. If they find the road, they're 70% rescued. Following the road might even get them to some another town. Or they might find each other.

So everyone else kept yelling Kai's and her name hoping they're close to the road and have heard their voice as they moved slowly in cars.

This continues for an hour or two. Kai hears a faint scream, familiar to him echoe from a direction. "This way! Someone's here-" He grabs her and runs along that direction. Miracle that their friends finally reached the surrounding area!

Beomgyu's loud coarse scream gets clearer as she and Kai run together... They start screaming, "WE ARE HERE! WAIT FOR US!"

"We are found ＿＿＿＿!"

"YES WE ARE FOUND KAI! LET'S RUN!"

Running as fast as they could while they screamed to be found... they found the road. She and Kai hug each other and jump in happiness. They run and scream together. The cars that were moving slowly farther away from them halted and someone popped up the roof hole of the car.

Kai and she jump, wave and do what not to get their attention! Beomgyu who peeked at the pair from the roof window immediately guides everyone to drive back. Oh yes! They're found. They're saved.

How relieved she and Kai are that they almost teared up. But stop their crying as the car is theirs! And run towards it. The car halts as they reach them.

The car finally reaches and Yeonjun pops out, grabbing Kai and her in his embrace. Everyone else, her friends and guys come out and just reunite together by embracing one another!

"You guys are alive! We were right to search in the roads!!" Her friends say hugging her tight.

"Taehyun had the feeling and he's right, we found you bro!" Guys hug Kai.

"Omg, give us some water..we're fucking dehydrated," she pants... they hand both of them water bottles which both of them chug completely down finishing the bottles. "Let's just go to some nearby town and stop by, we need to bath.. we stink," She and Kai say to which they nod and finally seat themselves in the car.

Kai sits together with her and grabs her palm in his. He says, "Thank you... for staying strong and being good with plants knowledge that we didn't starve...."

She holds his palm with her both hands and says, "Thanks for being there, looking after me and giving me strength.."

Taehyun who notices this sweet conversation between them remarks, "Holding hands and sitting together? Sweet talks as well huh? We missed a lot!"

She blushes at his statement and chuckles. No one sees it coming but flustered Kai says...

"Can't I hold hands with my girlfriend?"

—THE END.

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✧ BLUE FLAME WITH JUNGKOOK ✧

→ jungkook x reader

→ word count: 2.6k

→ your noisy neighbor has been disturbing your nights, so you decide to take satisfaction. however, there is a fine line between satisfaction and pleasure.

→ warnings: masturbation, penetration, protected sex, lot of swearing, dirty talk and sloppy sex if you're not +18 please do NOT read. (i decided to write this after watching those 2 episodes of the sex life of college girls)

It was 10:54 PM.

It was the exact moment where it all began. First, there were the grunts and soft moans, then came the screams and the relentless clatter of the headboard banging the wall. And you were fed up with it.

Every night your neighbor would get some girl and end up disturbing your night's sleep. And it was derailed how the screams progressed further and further, being able to wake up the entire building. You wondered how they managed to be so loud. It was nasty.

But today was your day off. You were curled up on your comforter in your comfiest pajamas, watching a 90s rom-com and eating an extra greasy pizza when your sex maniac neighbor started the bedlam.

And every time you tried to be friendly, not caring too much about other people's sex lives, it was impossible to hear any line from the movie with that girl screaming her lungs out on the other side of the wall.

Yes, yes, Jungkook!

Oh my god, Jungkook!

At some point, you were starting to think that this guy must be a sex god so that all girls act the same way, always, all of them. Or they just faked it every time, which to be honest, was a bit suspicious.

The headboard slamming on the wall was so loud that you had to move your bed to stop yours from swaying too. Damn thin wall. The screams continued and it seemed that the girl was coming to an exquisite and long orgasm.

You walked up to the wall and threw two punches as if they’d hear over all those moans. “Can you be fucking quiet? Jesus."

Realizing you weren't going to be able to finish your precious movie, you just decided you'd better grab a coat and change and go for a long walk until the whole thing is over.

The next morning you heard giggles coming from the hallway and guessed the neighbor's girl was leaving. It was nearly seven in the morning, the time for you to go to the gym before work. Lucky that your condo has a private gym that residents could access for free.

No one was using it at the time, so you took the opportunity to do your routine exercises. Until a slender figure, dressed all in black and tattoos, appeared in your peripheral. You knew it was him, your neighbor. You happened to see him coming into his apartment the other day.

But dammit, he was really…attractive?

He gave a gentle good morning grin, revealing his lip piercing.

Jesus Christ.

You did the same, out of politeness. However, it was the ideal time to go up to him and finally tell him that he was bothering all your nights with that insane sex screaming that came from his house. You schemed how you would say it, as it's not a very nice subject and you had no other way of saying it than directly.

Jungkook was choosing some music on his phone when you slowly approached.

"Hey. You're Jungkook, right? I'm your neighbor."

"Hey. I know."

Does he know? All right, whatever.

“Look, I don't know how to say this properly, so I'll just say it. You are very noisy. Look, I understand that you love sex and you do it constantly but the wall is really, really thin. So I would really appreciate it if you could… You know…?”

You had no idea how your face felt, but you could feel the burning in your cheeks and the extreme sweat on your hands. You hate being put in uncomfortable situations where you have to step out of your comfort zone and deal with unpleasant things.

But that was a problem that needed to be settled.

Jungkook's lips draw a thin line as he bit back a smile, you can tell.

“Oh, okay. Can you lend me your phone?”

You blink a few times, wondering if you've misunderstood.

"Sorry?"

"Your number. That way you can let me know if I'm too loud."

He can't be serious.

You realize then that he is indeed being sincere when he reaches out for your phone. And you just hand him the device, being slightly distracted by the dozen drawings painted over his arm muscles.

“Thanks, I guess.” You hold the phone back and try to ignore his glare and that slutty smile that spreads across his lips when you drift away.

Almost two weeks passed and, incredible as it may seem, your neighbor seemed to have come to reality, because the insane noises had ceased for good. And you were even a little surprised, for a person who did that every day, going almost fifteen days without having sex, it seemed like a grand slam.

It was late at night and you were exhausted after working an eight-hour shift. Your friend had called to share some news about a date she had gone on extremely badly.

Until your nightmare started again.

"What the fuck? Are you watching porn while talking to me?” Your friend's voice was grossed out.

“It's my stupid neighbor. I swear to god, he’s a sex maniac. This is not normal."

"At least he is hot?" Your friend asks and you think too quickly about those muscles pressed by the black shirt. Thick, well-defined thighs in the shorts he'd been wearing to the gym. The broad shoulders… “Never mind. What will you do?"

“I'm going to stop him or call the police or something. I'll be right back, I'll call you later."

"Good luck."

"Thanks. I'll need it."

This time you were determined to make a fuss if possible. You could hear his groans from behind the wall and it was insane. You just wanted to close your eyes and go to sleep, without having to think about your extremely hot neighbor having sex right next to you.

You put on a robe and left the house. There were two loud knocks on the door and a long wait for Jungkook to answer the door. And honestly, you wish you hadn't. Because he looked like a Greek god with his long hair falling into his eyes, his shirt a little open, and his sweatpants hanging awkwardly on narrow hips.

Right. Focus. You're here for a reason.

“Good night, neighbor.” He beams sweetly, exposing the piercing, and you almost gulp strongly because he's too good-looking to be true.

“You’re doing it again.”

"Doing what?" He frowns, pretending to be baffled.

"You know very well." You point the finger at him. “I just want you to tell your friend to be quieter.I just want to sleep.”

“So I disturbed your sleep?”

"Yeah."

"Yeah?" He tongues his cheeks. “And what are you going to do about it?”

You didn't want to admit it, but an absurd heat rose in your body, spreading mainly between your legs.

“I could call the cops.” You cross your arms, trying to dismiss the flaming feeling in your body.

“Sounds like a plan.” He smiles and then looks over his shoulder. “Or you could come in.”

"In your house? With someone in there? Why on earth would I do that?”

Jungkook scowls, this time really looking stumped.

“There’s no one here.”

Oh.

He seems to be amused by his accomplishment. “I should go back and…”

“I have good wine. You look tense. And I owe you an apology.”

OK. Wine sounds good. And you really were tense and it was because of him. And he really owed you an apology. You analyzed the situation for a few seconds before deciding that it was okay. If he really wanted to apologize, you could at least listen to him, that wouldn't hurt.

The interior of Jungkook's apartment was very clean and tidy. He appeared a few seconds later with two glasses of wine and indicated the sofa so you could both sit down. Inside, you were feeling a little bad because he was alone and the sounds you heard… That was a little too intimate.

"Then. Wine. Now the apologies.”

He drinks down his wine and then looks at you curiously.

“You missed something.” Jungkook stares at you earnestly. “You’re still tense.”

You gulp down the wine quickly, trying to disguise how sweaty you were by the way his eyes stared at you. "I’m fine. Thanks for the wine. I really need to go.” You get up quickly, but Jungkook follows you to the door.

“Or you could stay.”

He leaves the glass on the table and approaches slowly. You try to focus on his face and not that sinewy body walking towards you.

"And why would I do that?" Your voice comes out as a tired whisper.

Jungkook moves even closer and you shudder as you feel his warm breath blow over your skin. “Because you’re also disturbing my sleep.”

Fuck.

Your breathing is so shallow it's embarrassing. Your heart beats a mile a minute in your chest and you know he's noticed how much you're giving in to his charm, like magnetism. And the wine seems to loosen you up, untying all the tangles that bound your body, taking the tension out of every muscle at once.

And you feel so vulnerable. Your body is craving for his touch because your mind wanders on outrageous thoughts of Jungkook thinking about you while… It's crazy. You've always been so tired, not enough time to have a good night of casual sex, that maybe you could enjoy it. Just once.

You throw your sanity to hell and grab Jungkook's face just to kiss him. His arms envelop you deliciously and the world seems to burn with a burning desire in a blue flame. His lips are greasy and he tastes divine, the wine mixing with his essence so deliciously that you wail into his lips.

He helps you out of your robe and you can see it in the dim light as his pupils dilate at the sight of that stupid skimp nightgown, you're wearing. His hands are agile and large and you gasp as his thumbs graze the sides of your breasts and his body pushes you to the edge of the table. Jungkook slides between your legs, cupping your face and moving his lips down to your chin and then your neck.

“Jungkook…” You roll your eyes as his tongue wriggles across your skin, painfully crawling to your throbbing spot.

“Wanna taste you.” He whispers into your skin. “Wanna feel you so bad, baby. Fuck."

And you don't look out for the fact that your legs are parted so he would do anything to you. You were already sure you were past the shame stage and the alcohol was helping that aspect.

He continues kissing your skin as he squeezes your thigh and lifts the narrow fabric of your nightie to your waist. You hold back a loud sob when he touches you right where you want him. Then, Jungkook groans into your skin. “You're dripping. God."

And that was embarrassing, but what the hell. He shoves the fabric aside and you clasp the cloth of his shirt as his skin makes contact with yours. Jungkook looks at you, your brows are wrinkled and your lips are parted. It's quite a sight. He thrusts his fingers inside you, enjoying how easy it’s to slide inside you.

"Shit." You pull him closer. You spread your legs even wider, feeling your body gain immediate weakness. He touches you so unhurriedly as if he wants to see you suffer and it's nice and painful at the same time. "More."

“Need more?” He reaches until there’s no space left. And as much as he's fascinated by the sight of your pussy taking his fingers so hungrily, it's your face he focuses on. He kisses you clumsily, licks you, and sucks on your lips like he's starved for it. And he was. For you.

Your forehead sticks to his chest, hiding the rest with every eye roll. You drag him tight by his shirt, biting your lip to keep from moaning the loudest you've ever wanted to moan in your life. “Jungkook.” A restrained groan escapes your lips.

"I want to hear from you." He slows down and you look up in disbelief. “Let me hear you.”

“Please…” You plead softly, but he ignores it. Shit. "Harder, please!" Your voice comes out much stronger and he does exactly what you ask.

With his mouth, he trails kisses to your breasts and tugs at the fabric with his teeth until it falls gracefully across your shoulders, exposing your rawest skin. And his tongue devours you. He plays with your breasts, nibbles on your skin, and drives you wild.

You're almost there, your hips undulating quickly to maintain more touch.

You wanted more. You need more.

“Jungkook.” And he seems to understand your darkest desires because he pulls out a condom from God knows where and you're not surprised to see how hard he is, ready to ruin you.

Your feet are on the edge of the table and he's flattening your stomach, making you lie down.

“Shit, you’re so fucking hot.” He caresses his cock with one hand and your clit with the other, in equal rhythms. Your back arches with delectable friction and you think you're going to come right then and there, but he amazes you when he enters you. “So damn good for me.”

"My God!" You cry involuntarily and make your body shake.

His hand is pressing down on your stomach, but he's still touching your sore clit with his thumb, very slowly. He looks for your eyes to see if he can go faster and you don't hesitate to approve immediately.

He moves like a god. Hips crushing your skin, the sound of skin hitting skin. Nimble fingers traveling over your breasts. Your leg going up on his shoulders. Jungkook's long hair is damp and falling over his forehead. The tattooed arm presses you deliciously. It all felt like a lucid dream.

His whines are melodic and it makes you even more turned on knowing that he’s worshiping every moment of it just as you are. He hammers his hips harder, teeth clamping down on his lip until the skin’s whitened. There's a small crease in his forehead and you feel he's as close as you are.

You move your hips against him as much as possible, feeling that intense fire burns every cell, every inch of your body from the inside out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jungkook cries, squeezing the edge of the table tightly as he lunges faster and faster, barely able to withstand the clench of your pussy on his cock

“I’m gonna…” You swallow hard, your voice cracking.

"I got you. Cum for me.”

And like magic words, your body convulses underneath Jungkook's body. Orgasm hits you hard, arching your back and melting your brain to jell-o. Jungkook lays down, licking your neck and then smooching your lips, making you devour erotic mutters in a hot, slippery kiss. He groans huskily and pleasurably in your ear and you pull his hair once more, just to end the kiss.

You're both sweaty and out of breath. He's still up and inside you. He is everywhere. The hickeys on your skin, the marks on your body, and the electrifying orgasm he just gave you.

“So…” Jungkook lifts his head, brushing the hair past your face. "Wine. You’re no longer tense. Do I still owe you an apology?”

You stare into those doe eyes and a laugh reverberates in your chest.

“I think we're good.”

#jeon jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagines #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #kpop smut #jeon jungguk #jungkook fic #jungkook x y/n #bts #bts imagines #bts smut #smut reading #jjk smut #jjk x you

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darkcircles4lyfe · 4 months

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This doesn't have anything to do with anything, but i had a talk with a friend a few days ago, about shonen biasis and the way this shapes our expectations, and mha came up so i remembered how so many people apply those biasis HEAVILY into the manga, to the point that they sound like they're looking for a different story.

And one of those things that it seemed to be MOST talked about is exactly bkdk's relationship.

I have seen many times people from the fandom (sometimes really angrily) point out how in most cases Katsuki seems to basically take up not one, but four roles in Izuku's life and this includes putting him in situations that people associate with the MC's love interest, and it is weird that, despite Izuku "having a girl" for people to make assumptions about, he seems to completely repulse any female character that could be the counter part to Izuku's.

And this made us wonder if Katsuki's placement in those roles and lack of interest was made specifically because the author precisely did not want the actions that both do for each other as romantic but a whole another thing entirely, as a subversion for the these classic tropes, as he did by making the conflict between Ochako and Himiko not a "rivals fighting for the affection of a boy" but something that is connected to the plot of these characters instead.

Oh you bet! I am always down to talk about this, because I think about it a lotttt.

This reminds me, recently I remembered a funny habit I used to have with books I read. Like, back in middle school. I used to start by flipping directly to the last page and reading the final sentence. Usually this did not spoil anything whatsoever, but sure enough, by the time I read through the whole book, that sentence would take on new meaning.

So I started musing about what it would be like if only I could do this with bnha, if everything was already out. It made me feel so nostalgic…

Will the last panel be something grand, or something small? Hopeful or sad? Distant? Intimate? A parting message to the reader? Will it look like almost nothing of consequence to the unknowing eye—yet burst with hard-hitting subtext?

Of course I wonder about all the twists and reveals that might be still ahead of us, but it’s kinda soothing to think about how the whole thing could be put to rest. Because then I realize I’m not worried.

For once, this is not because the story is following so many tropes so predictably that I know exactly, in so many words, how it will end. It’s more like the story is a close friend who I’ve gotten to know well enough that everything they do is so “them” it makes me smirk. I'm often marveling at how Horikoshi has managed to pull all this off. How is it that (at least here in the west) people who aren't really paying attention call it basic and cookie-cutter. Even a Japanese animator called it "classic," and this interview shows such obvious dissonance between Hori and the interviewer, just... wow. But it's so clear that bnha has broken just about every rule in the book at this point, so much so that I struggle to condense it into words. I'm like--*gestures broadly at everything*--why haven't more people picked up on it??

Yet we still get bombarded with people saying "it's a shonen, c'mon, we all know how this will end." Um. No you don't. I KNOW there has to be a bunch of people who are secretly frustrated by Kacchan taking up all the roles and getting all the moments. It's not even in a mysogynistic way, because Kacchan is the most anti-dudebro character imaginable. Bkdk's relationship isn't intended for them and they know it... and you know what, I'm starting to ramble. You've heard all this before. The thing I should really be focusing on in your ask is the part where you mentioned how you and your friend were speculating about bkdk ending up as "a whole other thing entirely" rather than simply romantic.

Well, fuck it, I've been biting my tongue, but now might as well be the time I talk about this. I got into a bit of a disagreement with someone over it once and then I shut up. Because it's very difficult to approach the subject without being lumped in with those people who see bkdk as "brotherly" (ew) or otherwise try to push some "crisis of male friendship" agenda, or at the very least without being accused of enabling people to make excuses against bkdk being canon ad infinitum. So let me be clear that I do NOT want bkdk to have an ambiguous or open ending. I want their complexity and importance to be acknowledged. I want them to use their words. I think we may have created a bit of a false dichotomy there.

I am aromantic, and to suggest romantic relationships are inherently the most important and intimate goes against every fiber of my being. I also reject the idea that cut-and-dry gay representation is more desirable just because it is more easily understood by the masses than aspec representation or representation of relationships "beyond" both romantic and platonic. We recognize how ridiculous it is for people to expect Izu*cha at this point, right? Well, the reason they're so confident anyway isn't just because of heteronormativity. It's also because of amatonormativity, the assumption that romantic attraction trumps all: no matter how much focus bkdk get, Izuku blushed at Ochako, so that automatically makes them more "important." THAT is the notion that I want to challenge most. More than anything, I want bkdk's relationship to be fully acknowledged because they have so much more going for them than just attraction.

You and your friend make an excellent point, that it would be very much in line with Horikoshi's taste and the patterns of his writing so far if he chose to subvert the shonen romance trope not just by giving it to two boys, but also by disregarding its premise entirely. It's unlikely he'd try to stuff them into such a copy-paste ending right at the end.

So maybe they won't get the blushy confession, the obligatory kiss, the wedding, the 2.5 kids and a white picket fence. That's fine, we shouldn't pretend those tired tropes are suddenly revolutionary just because they're gay. But don't be disappointed! Without them, we have more room for things that are actually personally meaningful to bkdk to stand out and receive the nuance they deserve: talking through their feelings openly, building each other up like no one else can, understanding each other like no one else can, smiling at each other, embracing, holding hands, rushing to the other in the hospital, being glued at the hip (or even closer), healing mutual trauma, putting each other first in all things. Maybe we'll also get confirmation on Ochako's side as she moves on from her crush on Izuku. You know what other shonen manga took this exact angle as a way of subverting tropes and presenting genuine complexity? Blue Flag! There are so many ways to do bkdk justice.

Even a kiss isn't out of the question, if the right opportunity comes along. A perfect example of what I'm talking about is Good Omens (major season 2 spoilers) because the kiss between Crowley and Aziraphale was not at all about canonizing them. It was an expression of pain and desperation that just made sense at that particular moment. Neil Gaiman was adamant that if it took that kiss to understand the context of their relationship, you really weren't paying attention. I respect the hell out of that.

Recently I was even daydreaming about bkdk getting something similar to the sort of uh, shall we say tasteful nudity, that togachako got, because of how Izuku appears in the vestige realm.

Ya know like not in an nsfw way but in like a "this is so deeply intimate and soft that I feel like I'm intruding" kind of way... yeah. Because it represents vulnerability and openness and acceptance of someone as they are. And I don't care if people call that bait. It's not. It's beautiful. It’s honest.

#asks #anon #lin answers #bnha manga #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakudaku #bkdk #dekubaku #dkbk #aspec #queerplatonic

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yuna542 · 1 year

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 6<-

Part 7

Pairing: OT8 x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Swearing, mentions of harassment!, protective Chan & Seungmin, Mentions of sex, jealousy

Word Count: 3.4k

Note: So this Part got so long that i had to split it in two. Hope you like it. I changed the dorm situation a bit, to have them all together. Believe me that is going to be important for the story;) The next Part will maintain big Chan Smut. Stay tuned.

Also I’m really sorry that I have to close the Taglist Thank you for the support! You‘re insane!)

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

As fast as you can, you get an Uber and drove directly to the dorm of the guys. After only a few minutes of driving, you're already standing in front of the front door. Nervously, you step from one foot to the other as Changbin opened the door. He was wearing only boxers and a shirt over his shoulders.

Completely surprised by the sudden sight of his freaking hot body, you just stared with your mouth open.

He was leaning against the door frame with one arm above your head so that his biceps was tensed, and he had a toothbrush between his pink lips. Apparently he was getting ready for the day at the studio and smelled like a delicious mixture of soft and dark scents that twisted your brain.

You noticed that his biceps seemed to be twice as big as your head and his entire torso tempted you to just lick it, so seductively was he built. His fluffy hair was still messy and he looked at you just as surprised.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?"

He stared at your figure under the dress and then back into your eyes. You swallowed hard, trying to break free of the naughty scenarios that assaulted you at the mere sight of him.

"Hey, Bin. I need to go see Chan and discuss the meeting."

Apparently he knew what you were talking about, because he nodded and took the toothbrush out of his mouth.

"I think he got here a few minutes ago. Come on in. But don't be shocked. It's pure chaos."

He held the door open for you and you stepped into the hallway, where there were already quite a few pairs of shoes standing around. Most of them you knew from the boys.

"How bad can it be? You guys just moved."

Changbin closed the door and led you into the living room.

"It's pretty bad. Believe me."

"I spend most of my time in a studio with 3Racha. I guess I'm used to it", you smirked, looking around the apartment curiously.

"That's true."

Indeed, there was chaos in every corner of the house. But that was probably still due to the move. The kids moved from the small dorm to a larger one a week ago, where they each finally had their own room. The fact that the eight of them still lived under one roof and didn't want to be alone was really sweet.

There were still unpacked boxes everywhere, used plates and bowls on the living room table, a lot of clothes, dumbbells, and even studio equipment lying around. That's when Seungmin also entered the living room and greeted you.

"Hey, Minnie. Are you ready for the meeting?", you asked and he leaned up against the back of the sofa.

"Sure. Do you need anything?"

"Yeah. I need to talk to Chan first."

Seungmin nodded, and just like Changbin, his gaze wandered along your curves. The dress had apparently been a great success till now. Suddenly, two hands grabbed you by the waist from behind and pulled you into a tight hug.

Startled, you squeaked, but when you heard Han's hearty laugh behind you, you groaned loudly.

"Surprise! It's just me. Your favorite rapper", he chirped and pulled you even tighter against him, so that your back was pressed against his chest and you could look up at him.

"Don't tell lies!", shouted Changbin.

"We all know who her favourite rapper is."

He sounded confident and grinned until Seungmin snorted.

"Don't act like that. I rap better than both of you put together."

"In your dreams Minnie", Han shot back, squeezing your hip and pressing your hips against him. The fabric of his jeans rubbing against your butt and his spicy cologne distracted you from the conversation.

He was probably unintentionally grinding your ass so hard against his middle that you could feel literally everything of him. He rested his chin in the crook of your neck and sucked in your scent deeply.

"You smell so good", he murmured against your ear, and it gave you goosebumps. His hands were wrapped tightly around your belly and the contact with the hard fabric of his pants made your dress slide up more and more.

"Jisung let go of her! She's here to talk to Chan, not to be groped by your horny ass!“, shouted Seungmin then and Jisung pouted, while Changbin giggled mockingly.

"Oh yeah? I thought you were here for me, pretty."

You had to smirk and padded him on the cheek with your hand.

"I'm always glad to see you, Ji."

That seemed to satisfy him and he let go of you, but not without looking at your ass, which was peeking out from under the now slid up dress, as was your white thong.

"Where's Chan?", you now asked around the room, and Seungmin nodded towards the long hallway where the boys' rooms seemed to be.

"He should be in his room. The third door on the right."

"Thanks."

Quickly, you tugged your dress back into place and followed Seungmin's description. First you knocked on the door, but when no one opened you pushed down the handle and entered.

Soft music was playing in the background and the big bed immediately caught your eye. Probably he had not heard you because of the music.

—

Meanwhile, Han looked at Seungmin shaking his head.

"You knew Chan had just taken a shower..."

Changbin laughed out loud and looked at the two of them with wide eyes. An evil grin formed on Seungmin's lips.

"Chan's always running around here naked... Maybe that's how he'll learn to put on some clothes", he said, and Han chuckled.

—-

Right at that moment, you stared at the broad shoulders of Chan, who was standing in front of his closet with his back to you. However, he was completely naked and to make matters worse, you couldn't get a word out.

Completely caught up in the sight, you didn't even dare to breathe.

The muscles on his back tightened and he had wet hair. It smelled like hot steam and shampoo in the room. He looked like a greek god with that wide back and beautiful glossy skin.

Just as he turned to face you, a surprised squeak escaped you and he heard it just in time to grab the towel on his bed with huge eyes and hold it in front of his privates.

"Fuck! What the hell?", he gasped with his slick aussie accent and his face flashed immediately red, like a traffic light. He looked even hotter from the front. His abs were defined and his skin still shone wetly. With only the towel in front of his middle, he stared at you as perplexed as you stared at him.

Except you couldn’t take your eyes off his abs and the defined V-lines that, to your disappointment, disappeared behind the towel.

"What are you doing here?", he asked.

Irritated, you dig out your phone out of your bag and waved it in the air.

"I texted you that I was coming over now. The guys said I could just come in", you stuttered and tried to look somewhere else, but his freaking mesmerising body attracted your eyes like a magnet.

When you mentioned his roommates, he sighed loudly.

"That explains it."

You didn't know what to say or what to do, which is why you just stood there.

"As much as I enjoy the look on your face and mostly the view, I should get dressed", he said then and immediately you felt embarrassed.

You mutter a quick: "Sorry."

And turned around. As you did, your whole head glowed and you bite your lip in embarrassment.

"You could also take off your clothes, then we'd be even", he suddenly said and you raised your eyebrows in surprise as you turned back to him.

By now he had on a pair of jeans and was buttoning up a black shirt that sat tight to his shoulders and made him look like a model. He glared at you with an amused grin and you were just glad he wasn't mad. He left the top buttons undone and stepped towards you. You had to put your head back to look up at him.

„But that will have to wait until later.“

You had no idea what he was up to but judging by his smile, it wasn't anything innocent he was thinking about.

"You look beautiful today, by the way", he murmured as he took your hands and planted a kiss on your knuckles. Instantly something fluttered in your chest and you brushed a strand of hair out of your forehead to stop yourself from touching his chest.

He took your hand and led you out of his room into the living room, where the others waited anxiously, trying with all their might to suppress their laughter.

"You are all idiots!", he snapped at them, but there was a smirk on his lips.

“I don’t know what you mean. I’m just trying to help”, Seungmin grinned and enjoyed the shy look and the rosy cheeks on your face. Chan shook his head and glared at him for a moment, before he turned back to you.

"Let's briefly discuss the finished concept for the video, and then we'll be on our way."

He was fully back to professional.

That was your cue. You started pulling out the notes on your phone and so you went over everything together again, correcting mistakes and putting the finishing touches on it before you were picked up by the driver.

In the car, Seungmin put an arm around you and took your nervous hand that you tapped incessantly against your leg into his own. With the other hand he massaged your neck lightly.

"You don't have to be nervous. Just be yourself and if you get unsure, we'll still be there to help you", he whispered near your ear.

It was only a few minutes drive to the sponsor's company site, but it seemed like an eternity. Gratefully, you leaned against Seungmin and nodded. His touch was comforting, and with the two of them by your side, you immediately felt much more confident.

You didn't have to wait long in the entrance hall and were led directly through the huge building by a pretty girl with long black hair. The company was at least twice as big as the JYP building and there were employees hurrying everywhere through the corridors. However, most of them were women, barely older than yourself, which was a bit strange.

The girl introduced herself as Ji-u and her eyes immediately sparkled when she saw Chan and Seungmin. It was annoying how she adored the boys with her beautiful smile and dark eyes.

But the two of them didn't even seem to take notice of it or they skillfully ignored it.

You had fast learned, that the boys just had this influence on people and especially on women.

While Ji-u led you through the building, she tried to start a conversation with Seungmin, but he only answered in one word, so she finally turned to Chan. Polite as he was, he chatted with her and every time he made her laugh or gave her a charming smile, something in your chest tightened. The pretty girl was already getting on your nerves in no time, as she completely ignored you in addition.

Arriving in front of the office, she knocked and briefly went inside to announce your presence.

Gradually you started to feel sick. Everything was so tense and professional here, and you had only been manager for a few months. The importance of this sponsor to JYP and more importantly to Stray Kids was huge and you were going to give everything you had to make this work.

"She likes you”, you remarked, and Chan looked at you with an amused smile.

"She's nice", he answered with a shrug.

You shook your head with a snort and turned back to your Ipad and the keynote you had prepared for the talk to introduce Mr. Jang to JYP and Stray Kids. Likewise, you wanted to introduce the concepts for the music video to maybe get him to invest in other projects as a sponsor as well.

"Yea, 'Nice'... I'm sure she's not just trying to be 'nice' to you", you muttered, not lifting your eyes from the Ipad.

Your annoyed tone made Chan raise his eyebrows and he exchanged an amused look with Seungmin.

"Are you jealous, Y/N?", came from Seungmin then and your gaze shot up and inevitably met Chan's curious face. Immediately you felt caught and you quickly shook your head.

"No. Why should I? You can do whatever you want with whomever you want."

There was your gaze fixed on your screen again. The blush rose in your cheeks and you couldn't bear Chan's knowing expression and Seungmin's piercing eyes.

"She's pretty. Why don't you ask her for her number?", you then said to dispel the awkward silence and to proof your point.

Even though the sentence was painful just to say it, you put on a carefree smile and looked Chan straight in the eye. But he only grinned wider and wider and took two big steps towards you.

"Why should I? I'd much rather look at your pretty face."

The sudden change in his tone of voice, made you freeze and as you just looked up at him with wide eyes, he took your face in his hands and cupped your cheeks. His lips hovered close to yours and there was such softness in his eyes that you melted in his touch.

“What else should i want when i can look at that sexy body and those seductive eyes every day?”

His raspy voice almost made you gaps and now you wanted to sink to your knees for that man. Then the door opened and Ji-u stood before you again.

Whatever she wanted to say didn't come out and she just stared at Chan's hands holding your face close to his. Then she cleared her throat and Chan pulled back again, looking at her with a questioning smile.

"You can come in now. Mr. Jang is waiting for you."

With that, she gave Chan one last disappointed look and disappeared into the next corridor. A feeling of satisfaction spread through you. Chan escorted you into the room with one hand on your back and Seungmin stood to your right.

The first thing you noticed was the huge window front through which you could look over the whole city. In the center of the room was a massive desk that looked intimidating compared to the chairs in front of it.

Sitting at the desk was Mr. Jang, who stood up to greet you. He was an older man, in his mid-50s, wearing a suit that probably costed more than your apartment.

He had short hair, a serious face, and ice-cold eyes that were right on you as you walked in. Then he turned to Chan and Seungmin, bowed and greeted them.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bang, Mr. Kim. It's nice to finally meet you."

The two also greeted him and put on their most charming smiles.

But he hardly paid any attention to you. You watched in amazement as he offered the two of them a seat. Seungmin looked at you in confusion for a moment as Mr. Jang addressed you for the first time with a disgusting toothpaste smile.

"Darling, be so kind and get me a coffee!"

Completely perplexed, you followed his gaze and discovered the coffee machine standing right behind him. He would just have to take a step back.

"I think you can do that yourself! The coffee machine is right behind you", Seungmin said then and you could see Chan kicking his leg under the table.

But Mr. Jang just laughed.

"That's very true. I like your direct manner, buddy."

Not wanting to stand around the room any more awkward, you just put on a friendly smile and walked over to the machine.

"That's not a problem. I'm happy to do it."

With a few moves, the machine started making the coffee and that's when you heard Mr. Jang ask behind you:

"Can I offer you something too? A coffee or something else?"

Chan declined with thanks. You seemed to be invisible.

"We've already had a big breakfast today. But thank you for your effort!"

A direct lie. Chan never ate breakfast before meetings and Seungmin also often passed up a meal before important events.

Seungmin also declined and both boys began to get restless as Mr. Jang unashamedly looked at your body from behind as you stood by the coffee machine. His lustful look immediately made Seungmin sit up in his chair and Chan tensed his fists on the table.

With that, Mr. Jang seemed satisfied and when the cup was full, you went back over to the desk to set it down in front of the businessman.

"Thank you, sweetie", he said, and the look down your cleavage was equally not inconspicuous. But you ignored it, after all, you had to please him today to get the sponsorship. So close to him you smelled the expensive perfume burning your nose and saw that his fingers were overflowing with swanky rings.

"When is your manager coming?", he asked then, and the silence that followed was stifling. Chan only had his eyebrows drawn together and Seungmin's expression grew colder.

"I'm the personal manager of Stray Kids", you said with a put-on smile and he looked at you as if you had cracked a joke. When no one laughed, he looked to the boys and then back to you.

"You? Really? A girl? Aren't you a little... young?"

That explained his disgusting behavior. He had thought you were one of his little maids. However, he didn't seem to have too much respect for women in general. His eyes now roamed over your body and immediately you felt uncomfortable in your skin.

"She is the best at her job and therefore very well suited. We couldn't have gotten a better manager", Chan replied, pulling back the chair next to him so you could sit down.

Although he smiled and seemed friendly, you could see the anger just by the burn in his eyes and his jaw tightening as soon as Mr. Jang even looked your way. The rich producer was obviously a huge asshole and extremely horny.

As soon as you sat between the guys, you could feel Seungmin's hand resting on your thigh under the table. It seemed almost possessive and he was less adept at hiding his anger than Chan.

"You guys are really lucky with your employees then... I see why you hired her. But if you ever need a job, just come to me!“

You returned his tacky smile, but would have preferred to throw up.

"We're actually here today to talk about our comeback with you", Chan said, and you were incredibly grateful to him for changing the subject.

But eventually you managed to introduce the concept and explained all the important information to him. He listened attentively, asked questions, even though his interest was most of the time on your boobs. Every intrusive look from him became more uncomfortable and you became more and more angry.

Keeping a friendly face despite everything became increasingly difficult. But after what felt like an eternity, you finally came to an agreement and Mr. Jang announced that he would take over the music video project completely and would also be interested in future projects.

Even though this made you breathe a sigh of relief and it was a huge success, you felt terrible. Being treated so superficial by a man and at the same time not being able to do anything about it drove you crazy. You thought of the other young women who worked for him and probably had to endure this every day.

"I think we've settled everything for today. My secretary will mail you everything important, I will talk with my producer team and then we can start shooting the video and the teaser in the next weeks", he announced, standing up.

You all followed his lead and you noticed how Seungmin and Chan's tension dropped. You exchanged triumphant looks and Chan discreetly stroked your lower back with his hand, which gave you back a lot of strength.

The tension during the conversation had been noticeable. Seungmin had gritted his teeth so hard that you feared he would soon punch that disgusting snob straight in the face. He hadn't taken his hand off your thigh for a second, and you could feel the anger boiling inside Chan, too.

"Thank you! It's an honor to work with you", you said, squeezing out another sweet smile.

The corners of your mouth were already hurting, so much you had to force yourself not to just scream out loud.

"I'm thinking of becoming a permanent partner and sponsor of JYP. Maybe we can discuss more details over a coffee?"

This question was addressed directly to you and you could feel the air in the room drop several degrees. At that, he put a hand to your hip and pressed his business card into your hand. You had to suppress a wince when he touched you and Seungmin gave Chan an alarming look. However, he just stared at the sponsor's hand and would have loved to rip it right off.

->Part 8

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