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ot9snumber1 · 4 months

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craving

son chaeyoung x reader

summary: you never understood why chaeyoung refused to show you her sketches until you find her sketchbook on your desk. warnings: smut, thigh riding, fingering, degradation, perv!chaeng notes: let's pretend this hasn't been in my drafts for months... dedicated to my favorite @nr1chaedickrider <3

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"wait for me, chaengie! i just need to grab my keys!" you yell at chaeyoung, who was already halfway through the front door by the time you dash back to your shared room.

a loud groan can be heard, and you only chuckle at the response. you nearly burst into the room, but you don't rush to find your keys.

you think to yourself, why the hell did i take them up here when there's a place for it downstairs...? but there's no time to have thoughts when your roommate is already yelling at you to hurry.

"y/n! come on!" you hear, imagining chaeyoung's pout accompanying her whiny voice. "you promised me we'd be early tonight!"

you scoff, poking around a little bit faster around your desk. your eyes eventually land on the keys, and you whisper a little hell yeah! as you pick them up.

you're about to go back down, until you see the sketchbook your keys were previously on top of. it was chaeyoung's, for sure. you were aware that she's an artist, but you never really get to see her art.

chaeyoung didn't like showing her art. to you.

her friends have talked about her art a lot, even showcasing different shirts and knickknacks that chaeyoung had designed for them. it always made you feel a bit jealous, why is chaeyoung so protective of her art around you?

it was wrong to look at someone else's sketchbook without permission... but you've been chaeyoung's roommate for two years and been her friend for even longer, you feel like you deserve even a glimpse into her artistic mind.

you flip through the pages carefully and your jaw drops. her art is beautiful! why had she been gatekeeping it this whole time? the whole world deserved to—

oh!

you're being dramatic. drawing naked figures are completely normal! chaeyoung's just studying anatomy for sure. sometimes studying the human body requires putting them in provocative positions, of course.

...

she really likes anatomy, huh? you don't even know how she comes up with the positions the figures are in, you haven't seen her bring a girl home in forever! you chuckle at your own thoughts to ease nonexistent tension.

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okay, maybe it's a little weird how the drawings are starting to look a bit too familiar. you try to convince yourself it's just chaeyoung improving as time goes on, but your eyes can't help but notice that you and the figures are starting to share the same hairstyle, same body type, eye color, facial features, even down to the body hair?

you also can't ignore the elephant in the room. those hands. there are two pairs of hands accompanying each figure, always groping their tits or fingering them or choking them or—

was chaeyoung really drawing you?

you decide to just forget about it. maybe you were seeing things? still, you felt weird about it, and maybe a bit turned on by the fact your roommate had a very vivid imagination.

you close the sketchbook with a long sigh, turning to leave but freezing when you see chaeyoung in the doorway. she looks just as surprised as you, color drained from her face.

the two of you just stare at each other.

"did.. did you get the keys?"

"were those drawings of me?"

you ask at the same time, and chaeyoung feels lightheaded. you were never meant to see that sketchbook! she doesn't even know when she left it on your desk.

neither of you speak for a moment. you were waiting for her response, not letting her get away from this scot-free.

chaeyoung wanted to lie, to forget about this and move on. but where was the fun in that? it's not like you slapped her in the face for obviously drawing you being fucked over and over again.

"so what if they were?" chaeyoung says confidently, crossing her arms. "why, you liked them?"

you pause, taking your time to actually think about what you felt. it was definitely weird and maybe creepy that she was drawing you naked. on the other hand, it meant she'd been thinking about putting you in those positions.

you must have been taking too long to think, because chaeyoung takes your blush as a sign and traps you against your desk. she leans in close to whisper, "you wouldn't mind skipping the movie and staying home to help me draw, right?"

you felt unsure, so you just shook your head. chaeyoung frowns, "aw, come on. i'm sure momo and jihyo wouldn't mind watching without us."

"plus, we were going to be late anyway."

"i thought you wanted to impress jihyo?"

you both stare at each other again. chaeyoung's eyes were dark, it made you uneasy and horny at the same time. "i've got more important things to be doing than impressing her now."

you raise an eyebrow. "me?"

chaeyoung blushes, her 'cool' act dropping immediately. "...yeah." she nods shyly. you chuckle, she was being incredibly adorable—but it wasn't what you wanted from her.

"only if you recreate what i saw." you whisper, bravely putting your finger under her chin to make her face you. chaeyoung's smile grows, the lustful glint in her eyes returning.

"i can do that."

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you're gagging on two of chaeyoung's fingers as she presses her clothed thigh against your bare pussy. "you look so pretty, all slutty for me." chaeyoung chuckles when she sees your arms jerk as your wrists strained against the cloth she tied behind your back. "you'll tire yourself if you keep doing that." she hums, making you huff.

you desperately wanted to tug at her hair, leave scratches on her back, anything—but she decided that you were being a brat prevented you from doing so. if you weren't desperate for your release, you would've protested her decision entirely.

the way she bit her lip as she looked you up and down got you even more wet—you were sure her jeans were ruined by now. your movements grew erratic, nearly putting chaeyoung in a trance.

"god, you're such a whore. you don't even care that i've been drawing you while you slept." she snickers, removing her fingers from your mouth. all you could reply with was a moan.

maybe you should care. but does it matter when she replaces her thigh with the fingers you were choking on seconds ago? not really.

the ring on her finger brushing against your folds made you wince. the cool metal feeling so delicious against your wet heat. "fuck—fuck, don't stop." you beg, making chaeyoung chuckle.

"so needy." she mumbles, her fingers working in and out of you at a quick pace. the sharp gasp you let out when she pinches your nipple combined with the lewd sounds of your cunt made her own underwear damp.

"and so cute." chaeyoung adds, pulling your shirt all the way up and making you bite down on it to keep it there. "you like it, don't you? the fact i've been spying on you?"

you nod, almost looking pathetic in your roommate's eyes. chaeyoung's grin grows as she curls her fingers in you and makes you scream. "don't worry, baby. i won't stop anytime soon."

the way your thighs closed around her wrist as you came all over her hand gave her the biggest smile. "what a good girl." she coos, kissing you as she helped you come down from your high.

you ended up calling jihyo to tell her you couldn't make it. the reason she heard was that chaeyoung got sick suddenly.

sick with lust, maybe. the way chaeyoung had you bent over your desk confirmed that neither of you would be stepping foot outside of this room for a long while.

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kitmoas · 7 months

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in which prey becomes muse

Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: **18+** **Minors DNI** **SMUT** dark and demonic themes, death, possession, knife, stomach bulge, stalker stuff, slight "magic" things

If I missed anything let me know

Author's Note: I once am again sorry this is late, life man. BUT it is here and part of a nice little trick r treat vibe. so here's part 1 of the double feature for good ole Friday the 13th. Once again I apologize if it's rough. I am still MONTHS out of practice when it comes to writing, so I'm trying my hardest to get back into the swing of things and remember how to put my thoughts into good words. So bare with me.

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Even now, up against the wall with her knife pressed against the thin stretch of skin above your rapidly beating heart, you can’t help but admire the way that the sunlight bounces off the golden handle or how the intensity in her dark blue eyes swirls in storms. The way she stands, the soft smirk pulling at her lips and the slight slouch of her shoulders, almost makes you feel relaxed. The warmth of her body is intoxicating as it shields you from the wind soaring through the air.

You had seen her so many times in your travels around the small town, across the road or in the diner. She was pretty much the talk of the town since she got here, everyone gossiping about the city girl who escaped to an old town. Something about her was so enticing, so enthralling; and though you knew you wouldn’t survive the encounter, you just had to take the chance as it was given to you. She was the definition of a heartbreaker, even from the way she carried herself on a day to day basis.

Falling into the trap that she set was easy. It was almost foolproof even before you realized what was happening. You wanted to be seen by her so badly that you didn’t realize that you were the reason that she even ended up in the dead-end broken down area. The young girl already had a bit of a history, and though you didn’t know what this meant you could tell she had traveled to many places and seen the world more than anyone you grew up with.

Despite your predicament, you wanted to know more—the mystery of the girl who not only knew who you were but was risking arrest to be near you. This should have scared you, and maybe deep down it did, but on the surface it just excited you. Your mouth had opened many times, jaw dropping and lips moving silently, as you tried to say something or ask any of your gnawing questions but you were stopped each and every single time.

There’s something in her eyes as you stare up at her, an almost unnatural glimmer. “Can your little mind not make up any words?” she husked, her voice raspy and deep as if she hadn’t spoken in months.

It's a simple first sentence, and you can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic or taunting you, but you can’t help the blush that rises up your neck. Scrambling to find an answer in your mind, you just shake your head pathetically. Heart dropping as you see her smirk fall from her face, her lips falling into an annoyed straight line. The disappointment radiates in the cold air, chilling you to the bone and making you crave the heat that once emitted from the brunette.

“I suppose this isn’t much of a setback. I didn’t track you for this long just to hear you speak. I heard you’re quite the annoying one.” She watches you blink slowly, a squeak tumbling from your lips when she pushes your body back against the wall with the tip of her blade. “Isn’t that what Ms. Adovyn said? It was quite difficult to tell through all the screaming, but she had a lot to say about you and that was years ago.” The smug look twitches back across her face, stretching it entirely too far as she watches realization settle into your eyes.

Ms. Adovyn was your high school teacher, some arts class you took freshman year, who passed away just a year ago. It had shook the entire town after they found her body mutilated in her own secure home and not a single suspect to be named. Slowly you try to pull yourself from this haze of infatuation that you have found yourself in to try to put things together. There was no way that all the random unsolved murders and disappearances in the town were all linked to this girl. She was barely older than you and some of them went as far back as your childhood. The neighbor who used to babysit you was found skinned when you were just seven years old, but it was left an unsolved crime with zero traces of fingerprints or struggle.

A soft giggle from the girl looming over you snaps you out of your thoughts, and you gasp as you look into her eyes. Pure black with a pulsing cobalt light within, almost hypnotizing you as you struggle to pull your focus from her. “What? Don’t tell me my secret is already out?” Her hand moves, dragging the knife down your chest towards the neckline of your shirt. It leaves a thin, stinging red line, a few small crimson bubbles forming.

You shake your head slowly, confusion flooding your system as you try to fight whatever you can feel brewing in your stomach. Unsure of what she means by secret, you start to become hyper aware of where every single part of the girl is. Her hand is firm against your hip, thumb softly rubbing at the bone she finds there—too softly for how hard her nails dig into you. Her thigh rubs harshly against you so that she keeps you almost glued to the dingy brick wall. The fingers that have a claw grip on the glimmering handle dangle carelessly down your shirt.

Her face slowly turns up from where she was watching your body squirm to pout up at you. “Aww c’mon. I thought you would fight me more than this. Or are you so stupid to even realize what is happening?” The soft hair on the top of her head falls down in front of her eyes, making her look like an innocent puppy as she tilts it in questioning. “I thought after I waited for you for so long you would at least make this fun.” Growling under her breath as she leans in to nip at your collar, she bares her teeth at you as she pulls away. “Maybe you would come with a bit of a bite?”

When her thigh forces its way in between your own, her muscle pressing upwards, it starts to make sense. The warmth bubbling in your stomach is starting to almost feel painful, and the longer you feel her calloused hand on you, the more it confuses you. Trying to understand your own bodily reactions, you allow that heat to start manifesting in a thing you can control—anger. You weren’t sure where the sudden confidence in your vocal cords came from, nor the grit in your normally soft respectful voice. “What? Can’t get laid? You have to commit crimes for someone to fuck you?”

The girl’s eyes almost become a beacon of light, the cobalt flashing brilliantly as she lets her head fall back shrieking in laughter—a loud, rambunctious sound that blends in with the howling wind. “Well there’s your personality. You just needed to get touched a bit? Is your poor pussy being neglected?” Sneering at you, she lets her head roll back to look at you again. Licking at her lips, she sharply grinds her thigh up into you as she raises her eyebrow in questioning. “Do you need someone to make you feel all warm and wet? Someone to make you understand just how your cunt should be handled?”

Your mouth opens and closes as you stumble over your words, feeling someone’s hand touch between your legs for the first time with purpose. It wasn’t a surprise as to what she wanted, but you weren’t sure she would actually go through with it. She had kept you in the same spot for so long that your legs were tingling with exhaustion and your back was starting to ache.

Craning your neck, you try to look down at where the shiny blade pressed into your lower torso. The need to deny her was strong, and the urge to grapple for the control you were so used to ran deep in your veins, but something stopped you. A warmth that was building slowly, the center of it was rooted in your stomach. You wanted to ignore it, but it was there from the beginning and it only burned faster the more she touched you.

“Tell me, everytime I waited for you to see me, did you think of me that night? Every single time I made sure that you noticed me trailing you, did you touch yourself to the thought of me?” Her hand moved softly along your thighs, nails scratching at the tender skin she finds as she speaks through gritted teeth. It’s almost like she’s forcing herself to take it slow.

Shaking your head, you’re honest but you wanted to lie. How do you tell a beautiful girl that you just wanted the chance to speak to her, that you never once thought of her in a sexual way? There was no way that she would want someone so innocent that you had barely even touched yourself, right? Will she think you’re too much of a prude? Will she mock you for never allowing someone else to touch you?

The girl snorts, pulling away slightly to stare you down. Her eyes watch you carefully, hand placement a bit lighter than before as if she is almost testing to see if you’ll move. “Oh, oh! I get it. The pretty girl is a virgin, aren’t you?” Nose wrinkling as the devious smirk stretches her mouth unnaturally. Her gaze turns predatory, darkening as her nails dig aggressively into your thigh. “You don’t even know how to say no, do you? The perfect little thing for me to completely corrupt and ruin.” Her voice echoes the longer she speaks, raising as she gets more and more excited. Almost like a little puppy, hearing all their favorite words, she even begins to bounce on her toes slightly. “They told me you were the ideal person, absolutely exquisite, and they were utterly correct. You had to have been sent to me from some higher power, and all I had to do was listen to them.”

Blinking slowly, you weren’t even aware that you were being moved from the wall. The way she spoke was confusing, what did she mean by that? You were so lost in thought that you didn’t see the other girl’s change in demeanor. Twitching slightly, even letting the blade clatter to the dirty wet pavement below you, her body starts to contort. Muscles and bones stretching and cracking as she twists around.

It’s her hand gripping your throat, clawing as she lets her nails dangerously dig into the veins she finds there. Cutting off your oxygen immediately when she somehow body slams you to the ground, pressing her entire weight on your neck. Her knee digs into your thigh and forces her way in between your legs. **Popping her head directly in front of your face, and though you already couldn’t breath the way her appearance changed, causes an unsettling chill to overwhelm your body.** Eyes sunken in, completely glowing cobalt, and every ounce of color drained from her skin leaving her gray and her veins almost filled with ink.

Her hips grind down into yours, and her free hand gropes viciously at your breast. Stings of pain pulse through your body, and settle in your stomach as a low burn. Shame fills your brain as you realize what’s happening and how your body was reacting. “It’s okay, little girl, you were made for them and it’ll be me who gets to take you for them.”

Slipping her hand down your body, her nails somehow scratch into your side harsh enough to cut the skin it finds. Fumbling around for a minute, her hand finally catches on the hem of your pants. Ripping the fabric almost completely her smile turns feral at the sight of your lacy underwear. Her thumb clumsily rubs against the thinnest of the fabric that covers your cunt before her head pops back up, eyes almost glowing. “Oh, how silly of me. Why would I not tell you my name? My name came from the person who gave me my blessing, Keket, but you can just call me Kate.”

Your vision is blurry, twitching as you stare up at her. Back pulsing slightly from where the pebbles and dirt dig into, but it’s the way her fingers slip your panties to the side and swipe through your folds that makes focus difficult. The tip of her pointer pokes at your clit and it ignites something that you weren’t expecting. Arousal wasn’t something you felt often, and you didn’t even think that the warmth brewing in your body was that, but there was no denying the gush of wetness from her direct touch.

Cackling the young girl’s face almost morphs as she notices the change, allowing her finger to rub small tight circles on your rapidly hardening clit. “Such an innocent little virgin, who’s cum and blood is worth so much to the الألوهية.” Her voice deepens as she speaks, leaning more heavily against your throat. “Your body is theirs to own but for now this pure tight pussy is mine to stretch.”

Even though you wanted to ask what she was talking about, wanted to figure out who this girl was, you didn’t have the opportunity as she shoved two fingers into you in one go. The scream that tears through your teeth is muffled, barely there from the weight of her body against your neck. You can feel the pain throbbing from between your thighs and you’re pretty sure she tore something, but the moment her thumb comes up to caress your clit it’s almost like none of the pain matters. The warm arousal floods your system and begins to push out the pain.

Her hand thrusts, vigorously, and it causes your body to move along the ground. You can feel the pavement and all the random things beneath you scratching at you, leaving bright searing burns. “God, you were born to take this and you’ll take more. Won’t you?” She’s leaning up over you now, a brief relief as she allows you to take gasping breaths.

It takes a minute for the oxygen to spread throughout your body, and it does nothing but fan the flames within your tummy. Rough and tender, you take your time to inhale as you try to calm down. You wanted to gain control over the situation, but you knew that you were even rapidly losing authority over your own bodily functions. When her calloused fingers rub against a spot inside you, you can’t help your hips rutting up into her thrusts. It indirectly motivates her and she leans down some so that she spit on your clit. Playing for a moment, and stuffing the spit inside you, she practically growls as her body flops onto you.

“You feel so tight around me, so fucking wet. I bet you’ll feel even better around my cock. Tight little slutty cunt letting just anyone take her virginity.” Her fingers move faster inside of you as she bites into your neck. The sharp nips dig into where your sensitive skin is already bruising from her hand, as her hips push her fingers even deeper into you. You can’t help the moan that slips through your lips, and the way you start grinding down into her.

Letting your eyes slip closed, you finally allow yourself to try and enjoy what was happening. This was your first time and while it wasn’t how you envisioned it, Kate is a gorgeous woman and you were surprised she even wanted you. You’re still a bit confused by how she was talking but you knew that many people were into roleplay so maybe that’s what was happening. Her strength came as a shock and even her appearance seemed weird, but everyone wanted her and you got her.

“If I was you, I would focus whore.” A harsh slap lands on your cheek, slamming the side of your face into the ground as she demands your attention. Her fingers had abandoned their post in between your legs and instead she was grinding her own hips there, a bulge prominent. It felt nice but you were confused as you tried to blink the stars from your vision. “Ready or not princess, I’m about to own you.”

She barely finishes her sentence when she snaps her hips, and something is forced into you. You weren’t quite sure what it was, but it filled you overwhelmingly. It rubbed against that spot inside of you that forces a whine from your throat, and for the first time you cling to her. Arms swing instantly so that your nails dig into her biceps. It was too much and not enough all at once, and you weren’t sure how to feel. You wanted her to do whatever she wanted, but you knew that was exactly what she wanted.

Hips rutting into you, she lets her hands fall to your stomach to allow her thumbs to press into the bulge she finds there. “Do you see that little girl? You see my cock so deep inside your stupid little cunt? It’s leaking all over the place, even if most of it is blood.” She shrugs as she moves her hips, staring down at the way you stretch around her almost obsidian fog appendage. The bright red blood coats it and makes it seem as though it isn’t practically nothing, just a temporary blessing from the higher power to give an advantage to it’s chosen vessel.

Her voice shoves you closer to the edge, rough and rumbly as she humps you like a dog. You wanted her to touch you more, something triggering in your brain to miss her touch. She leaves her hands where they are though, a knowing smirk spreading on your face when she sees you desperately starting to plead up at her. She knows the signs even if you don’t.

You have already started to tighten around her cock, easy to push towards an orgasm as she manipulates your body however she wants. She knew that you would be simple, even wet while she was roughing you up with a knife against your throat. It never took much for someone so pure, and she knew that she had to act fast as well. Letting her hips rut into you at a speed that shouldn’t be able, but the spirits helped her along.

“Do you want me to touch you? You want your stalker to touch you?” She hums, tilting her head as if she wasn’t even physically exerted. Her hair messy and moving all over the place as she forces herself into you more. “Does your little cunt need my touch to cum?”

Nodding you let yourself succumb to her actions, the want to fall over the edge becoming too great now. The coil inside your stomach is almost searing hot and cracking. You didn’t want to give in, but you knew that she would never let you cum if you didn’t and for some reason you didn’t care. The more she shoved her cock into you the more delirious you got, your brain fuzzy and unfocused.

“Beg. Babble like the little slut you are and beg your stalker to take your body. They want to hear you beg like the bitch you are.” Her words are punctuated with a sharp snap of her hips, forcing you unwillingly over the edge.

Your vision completely fills with stars, blinding you as you scream. Kate hurriedly slams down into you, her body leaning fully on her arm that lays across her throat, to cover your mouth with her hand. She may be protected by the divine power, but she knew that suspicion could arise if people heard your screams and they were not one for attention. Pinching your nose closed she allows you to ride out your orgasm, body convulsing underneath her.

Entirely surrounded by not only her warmth, but the boiling heat within your own stomach, you try to push as much oxygen out through the small cracks in her hold on you. It was painful but she’s still rutting into you and pushing the cum to start leaking out of you. A small puddle forming below you the longer that she thrusts into you, and your eyes roll back completely until they slip shut.

Slowly Kate starts to pull out, leaning against your throat as she stares down at your red puffy cunt. It leaks cum and her own black almost molten cum. She hadn’t even realized that she was able to cum in you, solely focused on pushing you over the edge and keeping the blanket of security over the two of you. Blinking slowly she feels her body start to lighten, a sure sign that she did well and the authority was pleased. It all seemed to be going fine, her hand reaching down between your thighs to shove the wetness back into you, until a small crack echoed through the alley and her arm shifted downwards.

Cautiously the young girl looks up at you, your lips blue and parted. “Fuck, I’m so sorry محبوب الجماهير! It wasn’t supposed to go like this! I promise, I thought I did good.” Despite her panic, her body’s color drained and her eyes sunk into her head, the fog leaking out briskly as her jaw dropped open.

The next day not a single piece of evidence was found, just chunks of your skin stuck to a completely clean knife in a small cloud of dense fog.

The translates are roughly

--محبوب الجماهير! -- idol

--الألوهية--divine/divinity

(Shoutout to my girlfriend @themidnightcrimson--she edited the beginning part of this so if it got terrible at the end you now know why.)

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heyhihellosworld · 3 months

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𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮...

Rúben Dias x reader

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, alcohol consumption

Notes: Loved the request, so thank you! It has been in my drafts for a while but I finally managed to tie it together!

Request: Bestie i desperately need a ruben x footballer!reader, maybe where they can’t accept their feelings for each other for whatever reason and it’s kinda bratty and flirty + teasing -

Bodies entangled, breaths mingling and hands roaming. It was all so hot, so picture perfect but it didn't give you anything. Your body keening but your mind reeling, nowhere close to being around the man who currently had his dick in you, he wasn't that special.

A mutter left your mouth, a mutter meant for the man who was currently stuck in your head. "Yeah you like that?" the man above you whispered hotly, and you did, you did like it but it wasn't good enough to erase the man in your thoughts.

"Mhm" you mumbled back, trying to shut down all the thoughts, be in the moment. Eyes closed, shoving him out of your head, your hands tangled around his neck, bringing him closer to you, his hot words in your ear worked, until your phone started making sounds.

He didn't care though, too close to the edge of coming to care. You let out a few exasperated moans as he started to jerk, feigning your orgasm already been upon you as he came with a loud groan.

He got the picture pretty fast, putting his clothes back on, greeting goodbye as you picked up your phone, your lockscreen filled with notifications but all of them were from the same person, the one person who was etched in your mind

Ruben

That fucker.

1 year earlier

Being out felt great, your friends in high spirits just as yourself as you drank and danced the night away. The Euros were done, the season was done and now you had those rare few days off before the new season would kick off and you hadn't said no to a party.

Dancing with arms raised, singing along to the music, head banging along with the tunes, drinks flowing, people flirting. It was nice to feel like a normal young person again, feeling like you blended in.

Standing at the bar you felt eyes on you, the man standing opposite from you gazing over you as you waited for your drink.

His eyes tuned in on you, scanning every centimeter of your body in a way that would have made you uncomfortable but for some reason it didn't. He was not subtle in the way he was blatantly staring at you and in some way you felt it intriguing more than uncomfortable.

It didn't take many more minutes until he approached, drink in hand and eyes a little hazy, telling you he was indeed not completely sober.

Your eyes followed his tall strong frame moving along the floor, gently nudging people as he went through the crowd until he stopped in front of you, his lips now in a small teasing smile.

Sleeping with someone was not on your agenda but if this man was as good at flirting as he was good looking, maybe that would change throughout the night.

It did in fact change. Not many minutes in and you were already craving for him, craving to go home with this man. So, you did.

He looked like a fucking art work and he fucked like a maniac, even in your drunk haze you recongised that much. His body moved into yours with such precise movements it didn't take long before you lost all control.

Waking up you felt exhausted to the bone. Eyes fighting against the light as memories flooded your mind. Blinking sleepily as your brain connected the dots.

You were not home, you were not in your clothes and you were not alone. Biting in a loud groan you turned around, suddenly face to face with the stranger from last night.

How did this happen?

You usually never had time to go out, too caught up with your career. The break was different though, time to let your hair down and have fun. However fun did not include hooking up with strangers.

You bit in another groan at the thought of the PR mess now at hand but pushed the thoughts away. It could be dealt with later and hopefully nobody had catched you with the man sleeping beside you. His body moved rhythmically in his sleep and you couldn’t help but let your eyes rake over him.

He was handsome, good job

His face chiseled and sharp, eyelashes soft against his cheek, lips slightly pouted, stubble perfectly trimmed. His hair was slightly messy on top of his head. He had no shirt on making it possible for you to see his gorgeous body, blanket thrown low on his hips and you had to force your gaze away from the handsome guy.

Instead you rolled around, looking around in the room. Too exhausted to get up from the comfortable bed yet and looking at the guy he wouldn’t be up yet for a while.

Your eyes traveled over the luxury room, big windows showing the beautiful view of Manchester, the drapes not closed due to the hurry from last night.

Clothes were scattered on a chair, neat but still laid out enough for you to see the bright blue shirt laying on the top. This guy had actually brought you to his apartment. Wow.

The shirt nagged you though, the color too familiar to look past. You teared your eyes away from it, looking at the bedside table that was completely clean of anything. His walls were pretty clean as well. The biggest wall taken up by the big windows, the door wall had a few photos but your eyes couldn't make out what they pictured in the dim light of the gray Manchester morning.

Your eyes traveled to the shirt again, fingers itching to see it more clearly, it was too familiar.

Soon enough you couldn't let it go. It was too familiar and it rang a bell somewhere. You gently crawled out of the bed, careful not to wake up the guy beside you as you tipped over to the chair. The bells only getting louder as you reached out to pick it up. Suddenly you understood why it was so familiar, it was the colors of Manchester City. The bright blue so bright it should be recognisable everywhere.

Your eyes traveled back to the guy in the bed, his toned body, strong thighs... not he couldn't be... right? He was probably just a fan.

He couldn't play for City, could he? I mean you did know most of the players in the team, at least basic knowledge.

You took the shirt out fully, turning it to read the name on the back.

Rúben Dias

Rúben Dias, fuck that was ringing a bell. Only Rúben told you nothing. But Rúben Dias. You knew that name, which meant..

You searched for your phone hurriedly, catching it on the bedside table and you immediately sprung for it. Clicking up google and searching the name frantically.

Benfica. Portugal

Manchester City

Fuck fuck fuck

No, how could this be? Since when was he in City?

You dropped the shirt like it was poisonous. Staring at it on the floor, eying it with hatred as you turned to the man again, how can someone so beautiful be in such a team? He was basically the enemy, you were fraternizing with the enemy.

You giggled at your dramatic reaction before turning around to the wall of pictures again, using your phone to light them up. City Champions league final, Portugal team photo, City premier league winners. The evidences were clear and you gulped, fuck. This was gonna be hard to explain to your team buddies in Manchester united.

As you stared at the evidences you heard a low murmur, looking over at the man in his bed, slowly waking up. Your brain shortcutted, should you flee? Scream? Stand still?

Your brain was shortcutting for too long and soon enough the man had woken up completely, blinking up at you in confusion as he tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

"Morning" he grumbled, slowly scrambling to sit up but you were too choked up to speak.

His eyes looked you up and down and suddenly you felt very naked in the t-shirt you had on. A cocky little smile made its way on his face and he chuckled at your deer-caught in headlight expression as he sloppily weaved his fingers through his messy hair.

"You, you play football" you choke out after what felt like an eternity, this was not that big of a deal but it still took a lot for your brain to cooperate and to work fully again.

"Yes? Is that a problem?" he chuckled, looking at you weirdly and suddenly it caught on to you how weird you must look, standing in his t-shirt on the floor, staring wildly at the man and looking a proper mess.

You sighed, tangling your hands through your hair and sat down on the bed with a sigh. "Sorry" you waved it off. "I just didn't know you played for City"

Rúbens face didn't seem more understanding as you chuckled to yourself "it's gonna be a fun one to tell in training"

"What?"

You met his eyes again, smiling slightly as you shrugged "I play too, in Manchester united"

He looked almost perplexed for a moment as he swallowed hard, flacking his gaze around before letting out a small groan, his hands coming up to rub over his face.

"Oh" he mumbled before letting out an amused chuckle "Well this will indeed be a fun one to tell the boys"

If only that had been all. If all it had been was a fun story to tell, but it had become everything but fun. How a one nightstand turned into a cat and mouse game you had no idea. One night, it was great, fun and hot. You had thought that would be it, a hot night with a footballer, not so bad right?

However the fun little story had turned into a fucking burden. Somewhere along the way the amusement had turned into annoyance, the tension had turned unbearable and your one night stand had become more than that.

Maybe it had been the gala only a few days later, where you had been forced into the same space and had been pushed to interact. Maybe it had been the way you danced with his colleagues or the way he smiled at yours. But that silent understanding had turned into a competition.

He didn't want to share and neither did you. But, neither of you wanted to admit it.

That's how you had come to the place you were in now. Like a dance between jealousy, annoyance, sex and fights.

Now

That fucking bastard

He knew exactly what he was doing. It was the same every time. The same looks, the same lines, the same behavior. But it never failed. He always got you like he wanted in the end so why change a winning concept?

This night it had been easier than usual to give in. His shirt being a huge reason why as it clung to his chest and showed the outlines through the thin fabric. Ridiculous. But still so hot you could barely tear your eyes from him.

And that's why you were in his apartment. Looking at him with needy eyes as your fingers tried to unbutton the ridiculous piece of clothing he had chosen for the night.

"You could almost guess you needed me at this range" Ruben mumbled in your ear, the tone joking to the human ear only you knew it wasn't a joke. He was taunting.

Your tongue itched to say something back, talk back to him and that cocky attitude he had, but you bit your lip, keeping the words inside because you knew you would get what you wanted faster if you didn't.

"What if I do?" you spoke lowly, breath fanning his ear as you spoke your carefully picked words. His eyes almost widened at your words, having guessed you would not be admitting it, you usually wouldn't and the smirk he gave and the squeeze he left on your hip was along the same lines you hated. Good girl

It didn't take long for you to scramble off from the sofa and up to his room, strong arms and determined hands guiding you on the floors, around the corners, past the doors until you were in his bed.

His hands immediately helped you out of your dress, throwing it without regard. He quickly snapped off your bra with such a hurry even you were surprised.

You looked up at him with so much need he almost chuckled, glee in his eyes as he let his palms run up and down your body. Cupping your bare breasts before running down your thighs.

"You are so pretty" he mumbled, the praise going straight to your core, a soft whine leaving your lips to his amusement

He was quick to slip off your flimsy panties, not touching only teasing and you started to feel the frustration building. This was how it usually was, he got you all needy and fuzzy for him but then he teased you long enough for you to snap, the bratty attitude crawling forward to demand more.

Like he was reading your thoughts his hand came under your jaw, tilting your face up to his. His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to keep you quiet.

He slipped his middle and pointed finger inside your mouth, coating them in your spit before pushing his thumb in again. Keeping it on your tongue as his spit coated fingers made contact with your sobbing pussy.

A loud whine left your throat, muffled over his tongue but he still heard it. He loved this, having control, battling for control. His eyes showed nothing but desire as he watched how your face contorted in pleasure.

"See how nice I can be when you behave huh?" he mocked you, his voice tingling with cockiness and sweet sweet praise.

"Ruben" you got out, only a distinct murmur in his ears but it sounded just as beautiful for him as anything else. "Hm?" he mocked you, looking up at your hazy eyes, mocking the state he got you in so quickly, without effort. He removed his thumb, eyes following the line of spit connecting you before you spoke up.

"Come on" you mumbled, breaking out to talk back, hating the mocking look in his eyes. "Do something" you demanded, his eyes narrowing, tutting at you.

"What happened now huh?"

your eyes rolled as his hands stilled between your legs, eyes glazing over. "Fuck of Ruben, just touch me properly"

His chuckle was again mocking, telling you it was not gonna happen this way but you couldn't wait. "Why so bratty? I thought you were gonna be good tonight, started so well" he tutted, feigning disappointment as he shook his head but his smirk betrayed him, telling you he loved this bratty behavior of yours because it gave him the opportunity to completely control you.

You bucked, groaning at him but you also knew this was not gonna get you what you wanted. He always waited until you gave up, dropping into submission before finally giving you what you wanted, it didn't make you stop trying though. Not bending easily.

You sighed, giving him an deadpan glare but still you said "please" the words so lowly muttered he barely heard them but he still hummed with praise "that's better"

His fingers gently moved between your legs once again, just as teasingly slow and light as before and it was driving you completely mad.

"Use your words pretty girl, tell me what you want"

Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to focus your mind on actual words instead of insults laying hot on your tongue at his silky sweet tone and laughable words.

"Please, touch me properly" you sighed out at last, words sure and a tiny bit biting but he was happy so far at least. Giving in to your wishes as his fingers started giving proper friction over your clit before slowly entering you with one.

Your head fell back in relief, breathing out a small yes, thank you which only made his grin wider. "Yeah? That's all you wanted? Why did you make it so hard for yourself then little princess" he mocked as he entered a second finger, slowly fucking you with them and curling them every other thrust.

"Fuck, feels good Ruben" you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers curled repeatedly against your wall making you feel floaty on the soft sheet.

"Please, don't stop" you pleaded, feeling the start of an orgasm curling to the surface, hands gripping the bed sheets tightly, back arching and eyes falling shut. "So good" you mumbled, head lolling to the side as it felt so so close now.

But

Of course he stopped, halting his fingers in a curl, chuckling at the groan you let out. "So so" he cooed lightly, mocking your pathetic thrusts, trying to make him move again.

"Ruben" you whined, opening your eyes to glare at his smug face "What? I never heard the question"

"I was so close!" you argued, stopping your hips as he pulled out completely, prodding the two fingers at your lips

"Were you?" he asked dumbly, feigning not understanding as he pushed his fingers in between your lips.

"Fuck you" you grumbled as you pulled of his fingers, a scowl on your face that replicated his as he looked down at you.

"Always have so much to say huh?" "Prefer me quiet and pliant?" you almost spat at him but the sudden rage suddenly disappeared as a smile made its way on his face, this time a fond smile.

"No, I actually kinda love this bratty little mouth" he whispered before leaning down to capture your mouth with his in a sweet but lustful kiss. Stealing the breath from your lungs as he continued to kiss you until you were writhing on the bed again. Desperate, even more so than before.

"Do you want something?" he asked sweetly as your hips grinded against his thick thigh, desperate for friction. You didn't want to fight it anymore, you needed him. Too desperate to talk back. "Please Ruben, want you to fuck me, please" you babbled out, head slightly fuzzy as you continued to move against his thigh. "Aw, such a good girl" he praised before finally taking off his shirt and jeans, letting you feel his gorgeous body before discarding his boxers. Jerking himself before lining up with you.

He didn't say anything else as he slowly started to sink into you, his eyes closing and face scrunching up in concentration.

Your eyes rolled as he bottomed out, moaning something not even you could make out but it just felt so overwhelming, like it always did with Ruben. It was so all consuming, heated and so much that it was almost to too much.

"Fuck" he muttered out, slowly starting to thrust, his chain flying around his neck as he did so and his eyes falling shut. "Always so good when I'm inside you pretty" he praised, relishing in the choked out sounds you managed to spill out.

"Feel so good"

"Think how much of this you could get if you weren't such a brat all the time" he teased, voice strained as he panted hard.

Fuck off where at the tip of your tongue but you bit it in, swallowing the words and jus let out a moan instead. This was what you wanted after all.

It was like all the tension in the air was edging you all the time, so when you finally got what you wanted, what you craved it was almost tipping you over the edge immediately.

Ruben was not that much better though, easily coming with you whenever you fell over the edge if he wanted to. It was never an issue, it was never something that mattered, it was so all consuming, loaded and heated it seemed impossible to have it any other way whenever he was close to you, let alone, inside of you.

"This is what you wanted, no? Being filled up? Getting fucked like you deserve?"

"Mhm" you mumbled, trying to move alongside him, trying to ground yourself with a hand in his short hair but all it did was make him moan which made you even more aroused.

It was barely a sound but Ruben understood regardless, moving your hips up slightly before pounding into you, stealing your breath and thought completely as you came point blank. Limp in his hold as he followed, grunting into your neck.

You stayed in that position, panting harshly into his chest. Nobody said anything, just trying to regulate your breathing, calm down from the high.

It was Ruben who spoke first, his face in the crook of your neck, words muttered out.

"What if I want this to be more?"

His words caught you off guard, there was no way... no way he was giving up. "What?"

"What if I'm tired of this game, this jealousy. What if I want you to myself, would you let me?"

You couldn't stop the gigantic grin that spread over your lips, a finger gently tilting his chin to look at you

"Say it" you demanded and he did, not breaking eye contact as he spilled the words you had been craving to hear for so long now

"I like you y/n, I want you y/n"

"Then I'm all yours"

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year

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hello! it's me again. may i request reader giving larissa a shoulder massage followed by a head/hair massage because the concluding day warrants it, and larissa deserves to finally relax. r let's larissa talk and rant, which gradually slows down because larissa's getting sleepy. when r feels larissa's head slump, she tucked her in the bed, and just after reader closes her eyes, larissa cuddles with her, saying her thanks and good night.

i hope this is okay. thank you!

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Sorry this took so long. I hope it was worth the wait.

Larissa sat heavily onto the bed, sighing. You looked up from your book, taking in the curve of her shoulder. You put it aside, crawling over to her, hands on her shoulder. She lent back into your touch, sighing again.

“Long day?” you asked.

Your thumbs began to dig into knots you could feel in her muscles. She hummed, the contended one you knew so well, and yet still craved to hear every day. She rolled her neck, stretching as you worked on her shoulders.

“I don’t know what’s going on with the students today,” she said, “it’s like there’s something in the water.”

“What have they been doing?” you asked.

“I have seen maybe seventy of them today,” she said, “all sent to my office for acting up in class. Usually good enough students but today they were all just acting out.”

She moaned as you dug in to a particularly tough knot. You smiled to herself, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck. She tilted her head, letting you press another one to her skin.

“I don’t understand why they can’t behave,” she groaned.

“What’d they do?” you asked, fingers beginning to stroke along her neck.

“Disrupting class, not handing in assignments, fighting,” she sighed, “one threw paint at a teacher during art class.”

“They threw paint at the art teacher?” you asked, slowly pulling the pins out of her hair.

“No, they threw paint at the biology teacher who happened to be walking past the open door,” she replied.

“In that student’s defence, he is renowned for assigning too much homework and not letting kids go to the bathroom,” you said, keeping your smile to yourself.

“They still shouldn’t have done it,” she replied as your fingers began to gently probe at the base of her skull. You heard her yawn.

She lent back into your touch, lips parting in another sigh. It was easy with her, letting your fingers explore her scalp, finding where the tension was.

“I just don’t know what to do with them today,” she said, eyes sliding close, “seventy kids all acting out and they were all acting like it was normal.”

“New moon tonight,” you said, “and Venus is going to be visible in the sky.”

“You think celestial bodies are making my students lose it?”

She made a small noise as your fingers continued to massage her scalp. Her shoulders were beginning to relax and you could feel her body slumping back against you. You pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“I’m just saying that’s going on today too,” you hummed.

“Mmm yeah, I suppose so,” she said.

Her head tipped forward, chin resting on her chest. You smiled, gently pulling your fingers from her head, gently lying her back on the bed. With careful hands you pulled her shoes off, lining them up at the end of the bed.

You pulled the covers over her, climbing in beside her. She sighed, shuffling closer to you but already her breathing was beginning to grow deeper, more even. You reached over, turning the lamp off and letting your own eyes closed.

A warm arm snaked across your waist, a nose burying against your neck. You lent your head over, moving your body closer to hers. You laced your fingers through hers on your stomach.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, barely conscious.

“Any time, beautiful,” you replied, “sweet dreams.”

She said something in return, slurred with sleep, not quite words. You listened to her breathing even out until you were sure she was asleep. Then you could let yourself follow suit.

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cocofr0sche · 4 months

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥

James x fem!reader

(Sum- You’re friend drug you out the house since you’d been stuck home for an art project. She brings you to a concert of her favorite band, until there’s a smoke break leads you to something else.)

The 6’2 curly haired brunette stood outside waiting on his band's concert to start. His eyes closed as he felt the cold breeze on his sweaty skin. James opened his eyes after a while as he recognised a sound, the sound of shoes squeaking as someone walked. He looked at the provenance of the noise and was met by you, who freshly got out of building where they’re holding their concert.

You pull out your cigarette that you’d been craving since the beginning the last band. You flick your lighter repeatedly.

“Damnit c’mon.”

James' eyes widened as he spotted the red and yellow lighter in your hand. While he watched you carefully, he noticed you trying to light a cigarette. To take a break from all this attention, James grabbed you by the hand to pull you on the side away from the flow of people.

As you look at him you finally find the words of appreciation that apparently didn’t want to leave your mouth.

“Oh, thanks.” You chuckle out.

"You're welcome. And uh.." His eyes wandered to the lighter. "Could I borrow that thing? Just for a few seconds?"

Handing the lighter without a second thought you take in his features. Tall, curly brown hair, gold rimmed glasses and hazelnut eyes. He was a looker for sure, but you couldn’t put your finger on *why* he looked so familiar.

James' long fingers cradled the lighter in his hand before he lit-up his own cigarette. "Thanks again." He said, then looked at you, this time more intently "And I still don't know your name..."

Zoning back in after your fingers made contact with his you looked back up at him.

“Oh, It’s y/n.”

James gets this look in his eyes before saying, "Y/n." James repeated the name as if it sounded like music to his ears. The tall boy stared at her for a good bit, his eyes were deep and sharp as he scanned her whole face and body.

"It suits you."

For some reason that sends a shiver down your spine. James finally breaks the stare, as if he had just woken from a trance. With a smirk, he looked at the sky and then back at her. "Anyways" He said, "What's a pretty girl, such as yourself, doing outside in the cold? You have got to be freezing."

Holding up a pack of Newport 100s you say, “Needed a smoke break while I wait for the ‘Mauraders’ to come out. My friend wanted me to hear their music, so.” The cigarette hangs lazily from your lips, which doesn’t go unnoticed by James.

"Your friend must be pretty damn important to make you stand outside in this cold night. Or maybe its me?" James' grin was teasing. James flicked the ashes off his cigarette.

You let out what James can only describe as a heavenly laugh.

“Why would I be out here for you?”

James' face shifted to a smug smile, raising his eyebrows he looked at her. “I dunno" He said, his expression now turned flirty “Maybe it's to catch a pretty girl's attention. To get her warm for the night."

*that makes me smile but before I can respond my friend, Andrea, comes outside*

“Girl come on they’re about-…oh. My. God.” Andrea looks at me, her green blue eyes bigger than the earth as she looks between me and James. “Y/n, do you know who you’re talking to right now?!” I look at her confused then look at him.

James had his eyes locked on Y/n’s. He was enjoying the moment but his attention was quickly grabbed back by the woman coming out of the concert building. His eyes widen as he noticed your friend. You look between James and your ecstatic friend.

“Should I?”

James smirks. "It seems she doesn’t." James said trying to sound as flirty as he could with his voice and his body language.

In a quick movement Andrea runs up to me and whisper shouts, “That’s James potter! The lead singer of the ‘Mauraders’!” You look at her with a raised brow then at James. A simple “Oh.” Escapes your lips which earns you a soft hit to the arm by Andrea.

Meanwhile James' chest puffed up when he heard that he is the lead singer of the 'Mauraders'. The tall boy smirked before taking another smoke. He lets out a deep chuckle. "Yeah, that's me. But please, let’s forget about that for now. You can learn me a lot more about me later." He said, putting his hand on your lower back just above your hip line, his voice laced with sensualism.

In return of his gesture you give him a little head tilt, reminding him of an intrigued puppy. *gives him a little head tilt* such a charmer. *in the background Andrea can be heard freaking out in the background, but once again we’re interrupted. This time by the main guitarist, and his best friend, Sirius Black.

“Dude we starts in five.”

Andrea, on the verge of passing out, manages to squeal out “Oh my god it’s Sirius.” Which earns her a charming wink from the tatted ravenette.

The main guitarist being Sirius was a bit unexpected since James thought he had more time. *”She made me lose track of time”* he thought. A mischievous grin appeared on James' lips. He took one long drag and blew the smoke to the sky. His eyes met your eyes and he smirked again, this time a bit more flirtatious than before. "Looks like I won't have time to steal you for the night." James said in a deep voice, while he looked at you lustily.

Noticing the look on his face makes you smirk. “There’s always after.” You reply with a seductive, yet calm, voice.

James chuckled before he took another drag from his cigarette. At your words, a grin spread across his face. James' eyes roamed all your body, from your feet to your head. “There sure is after." He said with a tone that made him sound more like a predator than a musician.

At that Sirius clears his throat drawing everyone’s attention to him. Hearing his friends voice, James turns his body and stares at him. “What is it?" He asked, while turning off the lighter and putting it back in his pocket.

Sirius with a slightly annoyed tone says, “We’ve got to get on stage. Have your fling after the fact.”

James rolled his eyes before turning back to you. His body language still remained full of charm and sensuality. “I guess I'll have to wait after all." He said as he took one final drag from his cigarette.

As you flick the bud of my cigarette away you look up at him with an alluring expression.

“I guess so.” You say, as give him a beautiful smile that could light up a room. “See you on stage.”

James watched the bud of the lit cigarette as it hit the floor. His eyes met your eyes again with an intense stare. His eyes had the same effect he had on his fans. "I guess so" He repeated before he took one step forward to get as close to you as possible without touching. "I'll be sure to watch you closely while I play." He said, his breath was hot and his voice was still laced with sensuality.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Another mischievous grin spread across James' face as he saw your body language and heard your reply. His eyes roamed all over your body one last time, drinking in your curves. "I'll make sure to give you a good one." He said, making sure to let you know that the last sentence had more than one meaning.

In response you bite your lip and back up to the empty spot beside Andrea, not knowing what else to say or do.

As you backed away from him, his eyes remained locked on yours. James did not want to let you go just yet. Instead of letting his eyes linger, he reached behind you with one hand and put it on your waist. The other hand took his jacket by the collar and pulled you closer to him. He then whispered, the sensual tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I'll make sure you won't forget about it."

This causes Sirius to groan at the sound of his guitarist's groan, James pulls his hand back off from your waist. You could feel a slight shiver running across your back when James released his grip. He chuckled slightly and turned around to look at his band mate. “What now?” He said.

Sirius taps the nonexistent watch on his wrist, his way of telling James to hurry up.

James smirked and rolled his eyes. The charismatic boy put out his cigarette butt before putting his jacket back on his shoulders. “Alright, alright." Before James can start walking, Sirius takes James by his arm and drags him inside to get ready for their concert.

As they disappear back inside you turn to see Andrea staring at you with wide eyes of disbelief.

“What?”

As you look back at your friend her eyes were wide open. The wide eyed look on her face confirmed the shock from her hearing the whole exchange between you and the lead singer of the band. With a shocked look, the girl started screaming a bunch of words. “What the hell was that?!"

You look at her confused. “It was a conversation. Something that happens when two or more people exchange words.” Not appreciating the sarcasm she smacks your shoulder.

“He was flirting with you!”

This cause you to laugh. “Dre, calm down we were obviously flirting with eachother.”

A loud gasp came from your friend who was now holding her mouth. Her hands trembled with excitement as she looked back and forth between you and the closed door where James and his band mates disappeared. Her whole body was in shock. “What’re you gonna do, you two were flirting with each other! He's famous as hell. He must get with tons of chicks."

At the thought of that nothing came to mind for a response. “Mm.” Now over the conversation you put your cigarette cart in your pocket officially over the freezing weather.

“Let’s go back inside. We’ve got a band to watch.”

Your friend's eyes widened, she still seemed to be in disbelief as to what had happened and what you just said. "Are you out of your mind?" She said, pointing a finger at you. "If he asked you out somewhere... Would you really go out with him?"

“I don’t know probably.” You shrug off the answer genuinely not knowing if you would or not. *”It wouldn’t hurt to play his little game.”* you thought as the two of you made your way inside the large building.

Your friend's jaw was wide open as she followed behind you and remained speechless. She was still in disbelief about your answer. With a stunned look, she stayed behind you and did not ask any other questions. When you both got back inside, James was nowhere in sight. Your friend looked around to try and find him. She could not believe that she had just lost sight of the famous James Potter.

“Dre, let’s go before someone takes our *front row* seats.”

Your friend remained stunned for a few seconds before finally snapping out of it. Hearing you call her by her name she snapped back to reality. Her body language went from stunned to normal. Her eyes stopped looking for the celebrity and she focused her attention at you. "Right...Let's go!" She hurried behind you, trying to quickly follow you to your seats.

As you settled in your seat you got a sudden surge of excitement. *”Maybe leaving the house wasn’t such a bad idea after all”*.

The crowd cheered and clapped when the band got on stage bringing you back to reality. Sirius started their first note and the sound echoed throughout the room. The drums, Remus and the bass, Peter, quickly added itself to the melody. James went to the front of the stage and began singing the first song. His charisma and his sensual voice were on full display. The tall musicians eyes scanned the crowd for you.

James' eyes locked onto you in the front row. You could feel that his flirty glances are directed at you only. His voice and his eyes were the definition of sensuality. The tall brunette stared at you, trying to make sure you did not take your eyes off him, trying to be sure that you would understand the meaning behind each word he sang.

The look in his eyes would’ve made any other girl hop right on that stage and make out with him then and there, but surprisingly you were calm. Which intrigued him greatly.

That's exactly what James wanted. He enjoyed the teasing and the subtle flirting that the two of you were doing right now. His eyes looked more hungry and the sensuality in his voice was a notch up now. He wanted to see you jump on stage, just to have you for himself. He wanted to see you get lost in his charms and surrender fully to him.

Although, that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Your eyes peered into his with a challenging look, as if asking ‘who’s gonna break first?’

A smirk crossed his lips when he noticed the sassy challenging look in your eyes. The sensuality and hunger increased in his voice. Each look you gave him made him want you more and more. He wanted to see you break first and he had in mind what he would do once you did break.

James finished the song and the whole crowd erupted in cheers and applause. The boy's deep voice was filled with sensuality and charisma. He then gave you a cheeky grin as you clapped. His eyes continued to scan the crowd to make sure he had everyone's attention, but they seemed to be glued to you.

The longer he stared the more daring you became. You gave him a seductive look with an innocent smile. *”I’m gonna make him beg.”* you thought as you maintained eye contact.

James noticed your smile and was surprised by how innocent and alluring it was. All this time he believed he was manipulating you with his charm and sensuality, in fact you were doing the same thing to him.

His whole body's response was a shiver, as you sent him an innocent smile. He could not believe how beautiful you were and to this point, he could not believe how you did not break first. The lead singer decided to end the little staring game for now and continued singing the second song.

Finally the band was on their last song. Sirius, and Remus have caught on to the little game James has been playing with me, and Andrea’s caught on to the game I’m playing with James. The three friends have no idea what’s going to happen after the concert. Little did they know they’re in for something extravagant.

Once the band finished their last song the crowd erupted into loud applause and cheers. Everyone was whistling, screaming and shouting to the bands name, "the Mauraders".

James’ voice was still as sensuous as ever, and the way he spoke into the microphone made him sound like a smooth flirt. However, instead of looking at the crowd he was fully focused on you. Once the song ended, the lead singer raised up a mic to his lips and waited.

Once again James' eyes locked onto yours. His gaze was filled with confidence and sensuality. His voice was just as sensuous and his grin was charming. Everything about him was a flirt. James then spoke in his sexy voice that was filled with sensuality. "A pretty girl caught my eye tonight. I saw her the second I got on stage. She has been looking at me and following my every move ever since. She is now in the front row so I figured she wants me to speak just to her."

Andrea’s eyes widen like before as she looked at you, jumping and giggling in excitement. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh. My. God!”

You were shocked, not expecting him to call you out. However that shock quickly became amusement, which led to you blowing him a kiss. A strike of courage you didn’t think you’d get infront of so many people.

Blowing him a kiss sent the tall boy's senses to overdrive. The lead singer could not believe what just happened. His eyes widened and his breath was taken away. He did not know what made you do that. All this time he thought you were in a staring contest with him. The whole time he was flirting with you and sending you suggestive glances.

It was clear that he was teasing you, but it was nothing compared to the bold move you just made. With the sound of the applause slowly dying down, his lips curled into another smirk.

Your friend was stunned and surprised at your bold move. She could not believe that you had the guts to do that, specially since the lead singer was so famous and had so much attention on him. Andrea shook her head and made a hand motion that made her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen. She did not want to believe what you just did.

James was still in shock too. The lead singer's eyes were still locked with yours. You could tell from his stares and his smirk that he was impressed by you.

*Andrea was still looking at you like she has no idea what got into you. All this time she used to tease you about how you had no guts to go talk to guys, so y he last thing she expected was you, to blow him a kiss. She was looking at her friend with a shocked look, almost as if she saw a ghost.

James watched the whole scene with amusement now. You could feel his eyes studying you from head to toe. The lead singers smirk was now a sexy grin.

She could not believe that you'd be bold with someone like the lead singer of the band. Still she shook her head and responded to you with a voice filled with excitement.* "I cannot believe you just did that. You don't know how crazy that was."

You shrug as you fiddle with your cigarette box in your pocket. “You heard him, we’ve been flirting since I went out for that smoke break.”

Your friend stayed silent for a few seconds before she finally replied.

"That's besides the point. He is one of the biggest rock star in the industry. He's got thousands of fans screaming his name every single night, thousands of women thirsting after him. What made you think that you two are even on the same level. You made a bold move to someone that is way out of your league."

You look at her with a proud expression. “He may be out of my league, but I’ve hit a home run.”

*Andrea could not believe what her friend was telling her right now. How can this girl be so bold with a man as famous as the lead singer of the Mauraders. She was still taken aback by the fact that you two were flirting and by the way you flirted with him too. She replied once more to you, and her tone was still filled with disbelief.* "Are you really going to try and get with him? Seriously?"

All you did was smile as you looked at her, then him, then back to her with a mischievous grin.

“We can’t leave yet.”

Andrea sighed slightly and looked back at the crowd. Everyone was leaving the hall. The staff was cleaning up all the trash and taking the used equipment out. She could now only see the lead singer waiting alone on stage, as all the members of the Mauraders had disappeared.

Her look at you was filled with disbelief as she spoke again. "You know he'll probably use you for an easy hook up. Do you really plan to stay here and try to get with him?"

You start walking then turn to look at her as you’re now walking backwards. “Even if I’m not, he still has my lighter.” After stating that your lips curl into a smirk.

*That made your friend burst in laughter. She had just realized that you went and blew him a kiss only because you're trying to get his lighter back. There was no other way to put it. You were playing a bold and dangerous game. "Are you really going to stay only for a lighter?" She asked you, her voice still filled with disbelief and amusement.

“What can I say, it’s my favorite lighter.”

As you ascend up the stairs of the stage you blow her a kiss. A friendly ‘fuck you’ in any case.

Your friend is speechless. She could not believe she was seeing this right now. You walked over to the stairs that led inside the stage and even blew her a kiss. Andrea had lost all her words. Her mouth was wide open, but in a way her eyes were shining like stars. She could clearly see that you were starting to feel the heat between you and the famous lead singer of the band. Her eyes followed you as you walked up stairs. She looked away when you looked back.

As you make on stage you see James in all his, tall, sweaty, tattooed glory. “Mr. Lead singer. Calling me out infront of thousands of people was bold.” You state with a hint of amusement. There’s a slight bounce in your walk as you get closer to him.

James looked at you with his most charming smirk. The tall boy could not even believe how you still did not break first. He was fully aware that he was playing a bold flirtation game with you. However, he was surprised by how daring you are.

The way he saw it was : you were flirting with him like there was no tomorrow. You were looking at him like he was the only person in the world. James laughed slightly before responding. "It was bold. But your move was even more bolder."

That brings a smile to your face as look down then back up at him with what James would describe as the “cutest smile known to human kind”.

“Well, I couldn’t let you show me up could I?”

He let out a surprised laugh. Your respond surprised him in a way that he did not expect. It made James realize how competitive you are. You were a woman after his heart. James replied to you with a smirk of his own. His charming smirk never faltered. "I see you are a tough competitor." James said to you.

“It tends to happen when you grow up with boys.”

A sudden thought popped into his mind. He had to try and find a way to get the upper hand on you. You were playing a bold game with him and he was slowly falling into it. James was enjoying it, that's for sure. The boy raised an eyebrow at you as he smiled. With a flirtatious tone he spoke. "So you grew up with boys, huh. Then, I bet, when you were a kid, you must have played a lot of sports."

You took a daring step closer. “Enough to get me by.”

You were walking closer to him and the lead singer's eyes followed you. The tall brunette was enjoying every single second of this. He had no idea that you were such a bold woman, yet he was loving it. He started thinking about some way to make you break first. James smirked as he replied to you. "And what kind of sport? Soccer maybe?"

“Volleyball.”

It was exactly the answer James wanted to hear. He could not believe that he was so close to winning this flirtatious game against you. The lead singer looked at your body and he noticed how the curves on your body were very feminine. With a smirk and a flirtatious tone he said this. "Volleyball? I bet you were one hell of a hitter! You know, with a body like that, I am sure you made a lot of guys jealous."

You let out a soft laugh. “D’you play any sports.”

James smirked again as he heard you talk. At this point, the two of you were very close, and the tension could be felt in the air. Your body was only inches away from him. The boy's eyes looked you from head to toe as he answered you. "I only play one sport now a days. Guitar." He said, his tone becoming more and more flirty as you two got close.

Another soft laugh. “That’s not a sport love.”

James laughed as you called him love. His gaze lowered from your face to your body. His eyes wandered onto the curves in your hips and down to your legs as his voice said with a flirtatious tone

"You're right. It's an art, a form of self expression. However, I cannot deny that playing the guitar can be very tough. There are many techniques and chords that I must learn, and I must learn to play my guitar with my fingers. That's where you come in, I am sure your fingers could come in handy."

You look up at him with doe eyes. “I’m an artists so my fingers are in fact *very* skilled.”

*James smirked at you as you spoke. The boy took this opportunity to get even closer to you. Your faces were only a few inches apart now, and he could not help but stare directly into your eyes. Your voice was filled with confidence and that made him more interested in you. The tall wizard spoke with a sensuous voice and with a flirtatious smile.* "An artist? You know, I find that very compelling. You're a very unique and interesting woman, my dear."

“My dear” played on repeat in your head as you look up at the lead singer of ‘The Marauders’. “Oh, how so?”

*James raised his eyebrows* "Well for one, you already are able and confident to play a bold game with me, a celebrity..." *He said giving you a playful look. The tall dark haired boy kept talking, a smirk now appearing on his face as he teased you. "I am sure men are drooling over you everytime they see you. You don’t even flinch when I flirt with you." The famous singer added.

A small dry laugh escapes you. “Would you believe me if I said guys don’t spare me a second glance?”

James laughed, not believing a single word of what you just told him. You were so pretty and elegant, and you had a very feminine curve to you that was not something a boy could miss. The tall singer raised an eyebrow at you once more as he kept talking. "You can't be serious. I do not believe a single word of what you just said."

It’s true. I’m a nerd that reads and does art in her free time and for work. I have *one* friend that drags me places like here otherwise I don’t leave the house. Your lips curl into a smirk. “Most guys don’t even know I exist.”

Your story was very interesting to James. The way you described yourself as a nerd that stays in the house most of the time, a girl who does art, a girl whose hobbies are different. James' eyes were now roaming all over you. His smirk never faltered, even as he looked at you in a flirtatious way. His eyes would occasionally glance at your lips and your body. “You know, I find that very interesting. I love a woman who I could call unique, different, and a nerd."

“Yea?” You ask giving him the slightest held tilt.

Once again your head tilt caught James off guard. It only made him more intrigued and interested. The boy's eyes started going back to roaming over your body once again. That made him start speaking with more of a flirtatious tone this time.

"I don’t know what it is about you, but I’m sure you are a very mysterious girl. I just can't take my eyes off of you and just the way you carry yourself says a million words. I bet you're just as mysterious as you're lovely."

James did not waste any more time. His eyes stayed locked on you as a big grin spread on his face. His flirtatious voice started making a comeback. He could not believe how close to your face he was at the moment. The lead singer looked you in the eye with his very seductive tone and smirk. "Now that I have finally met you up close, I can see it in your eyes. This beautiful and mysterious aura makes you more interesting and attractive. You're just one big mystery to a man like me. And you know, I think I'd like to uncover that mystery."

Taking a step forward you gently, you place your hand on his abdomen. You can feel his tone body against your fingers through his damp shirt. “What kind of mystery am I, Mr. Lead singer?”

James smirked again as he heard you speaking. Your body was now close to his, and he could feel your breath against his skin. The lead singer took a few seconds to answer this time. The boy took a step closer to you as well, his eyes now going back to roam over your body again. Your curves were definitely something not to pass up, and this made him very interested. His charm was at its peak and he spoke like the typical flirtatious boy he was. "You're the kind of mystery that's hiding something special under the surface. I would love to unravel you and learn more about you..."

“Hm, unravel me?”

James was not letting you take charge of the flirtatious conversation. He wanted to be the one who took the lead and not let you have the upper hand. The boy looked at you with his confident and charming eyes as he spoke. "That's right. I would love to unravel every single thing about you. Your mysterious aura makes me wonder what's hidden beneath that pretty face of yours. Maybe you're hiding some dirty little secret under that elegant nature of yours."

Once again a smirk plays its way onto your face. “Speaking of secrets, there’s a secret surprise on the lighter you borrowed from me.”

The bold and flirty lead singer was starting to feel intrigued. Your bold replies took him by surprise and made him more interested. He raised an eyebrow at you once more as his eyes stayed on your body. The way he was watching you was like a hawk eyeing its prey. Finally James replied to your last statement. "And what is this... surprise on your lighter?"

“My number.”

The lead singer froze when he heard that. You were serious? You were actually making a bold move? James' smirk disappeared for a split second and he was replaced by a very shocked boy with his heart beating like mad. "Is that so? Are you sure you want to give me your number? Because once I have it, I will probably won't be so easy to get rid of. And I might even end up calling you whenever I feel like it."

“I’m always free.” You start walking backwards. “Oh and consider me hooked Mr. Lead singer.” While walking backwards you give him a lazy two finger salute before walking off the stage and back to Andrea who is beyond shocked and excited.

James is still staring at you as you make your way back to your friend, Andrea. The lead singer was left speechless and without words. You were bold, confident, competitive and so mysterious. All those qualities had made James want you even more. He could not deny that he was starting to feel very interested in you. The boy then took a deep breath and turned around and headed back to his bandmates whispering to himself.

“She’s going to be the death of me.”

#marauders yn #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #marauders band au #fanfic #art #band #marauders

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 7 months

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SKZ Reactions to You Blowing Raspberries on their Stomach Randomly: Maknae Line Edition

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Hyunjin:

it’s no surprise that hyunjin’s insanely ticklish

no one (except maybe innie) has ever been more ticklish

if you blow a raspberry, expect him to ACTUALLY ascend

scream laughing baby

cutie 🥰

It wasn’t every day that you got to exploit your boyfriend’s ticklishness, but when you did it was a real treat. Such as right now.

“Hyune? I’m kinda in a…mood. Can i try something out with you?” You asked, flushing a shy pink when Hyunjin smiled sweetly at you.

“Sure sweetie. What is it?” He asked, putting down his art magazine to sit next you on the couch.

“Well Jisung was doing something to me earlier to make me laugh, and it’s been a while since i’ve seen you laugh so mind if i try it out?” You ask nervously, bracing for a harsh no.

“No problem hun. Do whatever.” Hyune replied as you glance at him nervously.

“Okay…” You start as you pulled him to the floor slowly and straddled his thighs. Hyunjin’s eyes widened but he didn’t stop you. You slowly pulled his shirt up to expose his flat stomach before taking a deep breath.

Hyunjin screamed loudly when you lowered your lips to his stomach, blowing out all the air like a trumpet.

“HAAHAAHAA PLEHAHAHAEASE NOAHA!” Hyunjin thrashed and wriggled as he was seemingly unable to escape your grasp.

When you felt him finally gripping your hair in an iron grip, laughter silent, you decide he probably had enough.

“Wahahah i wasn’t expecting that…” He giggled quietly as you got off of him.

“Cmon. you definitely liked that” You retort, grinning at his reddening face.

I mean, he didn’t deny it.

Han Jisung:

knee ticklish baby

so maaayyybee not the stomach

idk i’m sorry to whoever requested the stomach but his kNEES ASHSHDJSKSHF

tickle there and you’ll have a begging jisung in seconds 🥰💖

“Hi bun!” You exclaim as you walked into the recording studio. Jisung ran into your arms, exhausted.

“Awe baby, long day? You want a massage?” You ask, heart melting at the sight of the boy smushing his face into your chest.

So that’s where you were now, straddling his lower thighs as you slowly work out all the knots in his back. The shorts he was wearing made the exposed underside of his knees very tempting, and you suppressed the urge to nibble the sensitive skin.

Slowly the urge are you up slowly until you were desperately craving Jisung’s laughter. He was more pouty than usual.

So you turned around, ignoring Jisung as he asked what was going on, and grabbed his right foot before suddenly taking a deep breath and blowing it all out on the underside of his knee.

“Don’t you da-HAHAHARE! Y/N!” Jisung screeched, his left leg swung towards your face. However you had been hanging out with Minho and managed to inherit some of his reflexes, catching the other’s foot and scratching over his bare sole.

“NOOOAHAHAHA BAHAHABY IHIT TIHICKLES-” Hannie choked out as he tried his hardest to pull his foot out of your grasp.

“ ‘Course it does, Sungie. I’d be a little concerned if it didn’t tickle.” You stated matter of factly, only tickling harder as you managed to get a proper grip on his legs.

Jisung howled with laughter as you continued blowing raspberries on his knees, switching between each leg to produce a loud squeal.

“HAHAHA PLEHEASE I CAHAHANT!” He squealed as he tried his hardest to stop your nimble fingers on his sole.

You decided to finish off by blowing the longest raspberry you could while your hands absolutely destroyed his other knee.

Jisung screamed loudly, tears flowed freely down his face as his body writhed in ticklish agony.

You ran out of breath soon enough and took another just to scare the boy, almost doubling over yourself at his frantic screech of mercy.

“ihim so tihired…” Jisung confessed as he buried his head into your chest once more, a demand for cuddles for which you happily obliged. Only the best for your Sungie.

Felix:

my lil sunshine 🥹

so ticklish on his stomach and sides it actually insane

will thrash so you gotta be careful

i may be self projecting but his sides probably have freckles

cuuutee

💛🧡😁

The smell of freshly baked brownies wafted through the room as you watched Felix load the brownie batter into the over, closing it before setting the timer. He then turned to add some sugar to his already half-done cupcake mix.

You walked up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, lightly clutching the thin material of his t-shirt.

He didn’t say anything, just smiled slightly and peacefully continued his baking. However you had other plans to disturb the peace.

You slightly lifted his t-shirt, pausing every few seconds to make sure he didn’t notice, before you dropped to your knees and blew the longest raspberry right on Felix’s freckled side, wrapping your hands around the other side of his stomach to keep him in place.

He squealed as he tried to move to one side and found himself trapped. Lixie started laughing as he mixed his batter, eyes crinkling around the edges as his whisking slowly became more shakier.

“AHAHAHA AGH YOUHU LIHITTLE BRAHAHAT!”

You continued until Felix begged for mercy, and then stopped only when he threatened your brownies.

“sAURRR cuteee~” You drawled.

“Copying my accent now, eh?” Lixie asked before turning around and grabbing your waist as you begged for forgiveness, and he made sure you laughed just as much as he did.

Seungmin:

aGH what a sweetie

raspberries murder him

even tickling him isn’t an often occurrence

BUT WHEN IT HAPPENS

his lil “aH”

seungmin’s laugh should be bottled up and sold

i would be the first buyer

🐶💖

Lazy days with Seungmin were usually the quietest. Being alone together. As in you both sit next to each other however you both would be doing your own thing.

Usually Seungmin would read a book and you would continue or start some knitting or watch videos on your phone.

Although it was your lazy day, you still felt as though you wanted to have fun with Minnie, however he was way to enthusiastic about finishing his new book, and you didn’t want to ruin that for him.

A few minutes of fun couldn’t hurt…right? You scooted next to him slowly while pulling up his hoodie to reveal his pale tummy, before leaning down and pressing your lips to his stomach before heaving and blowing the biggest raspberry you’ve ever blown…ever.

“Oh-noHOHOHO! NAHAHA SOHO MEHEHEAN!” Seungmin squeaked as he jolted and squirmed wildly. You only latched onto him like a baby before blowing and nibbling the sensitive skin of his stomach.

“WHAHAHAT DID I DOHOHO?!” Seungmin screeched when you managed to sneak a nibble onto his belly button, book long forgotten on the other side of the couch.

“mmm nofing…” You mumble into his side, only resulting in some more crazed laughter.

That’s when you got a good grip and blew a raspberry into his hip.

Seungmin wailed in laughter as tears slipped down his face, head thrown back and back slightly arching.

You let up when his laughter cut out, and he started weakly slapping your head while he silently begged.

“youhu ahare sO mehean…” He commented before snuggling up to you.

“You love it though…” You teased, grinning at the squeak and the sudden blush on his face.

Jeongin:

ticklish BABY

CANNOT HANDLE IT

AT ALL

will ascend and die in heaven

if it’s possible

will wiggle around

🦊

You watched as your boyfriend slowly flipped the pages of his book, incredibly unaware of the brewing plan in your head. You just had to wait for the right moment to strike.

When he yawned and stretched from the long hours sprawled on his bed, you decided that it was that moment or none.

A quick pull of his shirt and duck of your head was enough to alert the fox as he yelled and begged for ANYTHING but that.

However, he was drowned out by his own hysterics as you blew a long raspberry to his belly button, latching your fingers into his hips and kneading into the hollows.

“NOAHAHA STAHP!” He screeched, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. You soon did stop, but not before pouting at the boy as guilt started to pool at the bottom of his stomach.

“Okay. I’m sorry baby. You can blow one. JUST ONE. Got it?”

You nodded aggressively while Innie took a few breaths to brace himself. You quickly took a deep breath and blew another raspberry, smiling when Jeongin burst into another round of hysterics, and you know you promised, but you just HAD to hear more of his laughter.

“YOUHU PROHOMISED! STAHAP I CAHANT TAKE IHIHIT!” I.N cackled as you continued to blow more raspberries, and he thrashed as much as he could.

Jeongin could only hope the vibrating sensations through his stomach would stop, however the raspberries only get bigger every time.

Soon enough you let up, grinning down at the boy’s red, teary face.

“ahaha youhu prohomised…” He whined, and you couldn’t help but shower him in kisses

“Don’t worry baby, i’ll make it up to you.” You promised before leaning down for one more kiss.

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i’m so in love with this AGHHH 😭💗✨

#sana's rants #kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #skz tickle #skz #stray kids

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blackwidow-bby · 1 year

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Keep You Right Here - Sevika x Fem!Reader

AN: This baby got everything! Smut, fluff, angst, comfort, top Sevika, BOTTOM Sevika. I basically had an idea and this is the result. I want to apologize for it being super long and not having a cut because I’m posting from my phone 🙃 Happy reading sailors!

Warnings: Smut (18+), strap ons, fingering, nipple play, brothel, reader is a sw, switch!sevika, switch!reader, baby angst, fluff, aftercare, blood, drool, nudity

Minors Do Not Interact 18+

“Oh Sevika! You feel so good!”

“Just keep on riding Daddy’s strap, princess. You look like a work of art.”

The position could be seen as quite comical, Sevika’s lower half hanging off of the couch while the upper half was being held up by said couch. She had the cockiest smile on her face as she smoked one of her cigarillos. You were a whimpering pathetic mess trying to get yourself off on one of her larger straps. Per her request of course.

Your eyes were crushed closed, barely able to open them through your arousal. Every now and then you’d look down to see Sevika still smug, looking at you like you were a meal of meat made for a wolf. Your hips continued to gyrate on her lap, every thrust jolted Sevika in the spot she lounged in. Her topless chest jostled in time with your movements. She herself was a sight.

One of your hands moved away from trying to hold yourself up and snaked up to palm at the soft flesh. Your face gave yourself away at how plush her breast felt under your skin, the other hand following quickly behind to palm at the other. She just giggled watching you toy with her chest while trying to get yourself off on her. Her larger hands came over your own and squeezed tight giving you that silent permission to be more rough with her.

You swore you could’ve climaxed on the spot. Your pacing became quicker and unsteady as her legs held up your position on her hips. Your palms pressed into the soft mounds more, letting your fingers tease her nipples before going back to your rough gripping. Her pupils were blown wide staring at you. Your ministrations on her chest made a moan slip passed her lips. You were making her feel so good, she had to keep her control lest she flip you over and take you herself.

But she liked watching you ride your pleasure on her lap while she sat around lazily. She liked watching you moan and whimper and wiggle about her lap while she smoked or drank. And when the two of you were done and she paid for her time, she would go home and touch herself to the new material you gave her. She’d touch herself the same way she wished she could touch you. All rough and bruising. Teetering the line of pleasure and pain. She craved to leave lasting marks and bruises upon your delicate skin, but that would put you out of work. People liked the idea of their favorite girls being “untouched”. Just the thought of some cretin coming in behind her and putting their hands all of the girl she lo—…liked, lit a whole new fire inside Sevika. She felt compelled to claim. This was the name of the game though wasn’t it? She paid handsomely for the one girl she had a feeling for, go home alone, fall asleep, and do it all again another day.

Sevika’s nostrils flared, a look on her face something akin to stoic annoyance took the place of the smugness she felt before her mind started to wander. Her rough hands grabbed your waist to pull your body against hers as the two of you collided halfway. She picked you up with wild divine strength before falling on top of you on the couch. Maybe you looked at her a little shocked but she was quick to wipe it away as her hips slammed down against yours. She looked rough and angry deep in thought. As if she could fuck every feeling she had about you away. Both of her large hands gripped the cushion by your head as her hips hammered into you rough and fast. That sweet climax was coming quicker than it was when you were in control. The feeling of her strap hitting your g-spot over and over had you seeing stars before you knew it. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, fast and hard. Her hips didn’t stop and it was growing to be too much for you.

“S-sevika please. I-I-I can’t t-take, uhn.”

It was finally your begging that got her hips to slow to a stop. Her breathing was heavy with sweat falling from her face. She stayed staring at you as she attempted to catch her breath. You too were breathing heavy, eyes completely closed, hair messed from Sevika fucking you into the couch. You looked like such a sight. Beautiful, glowing. Subconsciously, her flesh hand moved to cup your cheek. Calloused thumb rubbing the apples of your reddened skin. She swore to herself she’d never find anyone that made her feel the way you did.

The peace had to end at some point though. Sevika slowly slipped out from between your legs. The feeling of the toy leaving you made you wince with the loss of pressure, once again leaving you empty. Carefully you sat up and watch as Sevika walked from one end of the room to the other, gathering clothes and bags. You noticed the look on her face and how slow she moved. Like she didn’t want this to end. Like the inevitability of her having to go back to work and you having to…also go back to work was the last thing she wanted to happen. Shoulders slumped and feet trudging, made this 6ft woman look so small.

Your bottom lip jutted with a pout while you watched her. Your own personal kicked puppy.

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

The question just slipped from your lips. Maybe if you sounded like you anticipated on seeing her again it would make her perk up. And it did kind of. She turned to look at you. Now with pants covering her bottom half, she spoke before she slid on her shirt.

“Do you want to?”

Her voice even sounded small. You wondered what had gotten into her.

“Yeah, I would like to.”

Her lips quirked up at your answer.

“Alright, I’ll be back tomorrow then.”

“Alright…”

She finished getting dressed and walked back to where you were still sat. Her grey eyes twinkled in the light coming from your window. She just stood looking at you for a moment before she leaned down to give you a parting kiss to your cheek. Then, she left, leaving no trace of her presence other than a strange feeling of longing and the ghosting pressure of her lips where they pressed to your face.

Sevika nearly forgot that she said she would be seeing you again so soon. Sometimes, a couple days would go by before she got the time to visit again. Today had not been fruitful as far as work went which Sevika was almost grateful for. It made the day pass by slow, but it also allowed her the possibility to go back to the brothel.

As she made her way out of the Last Drop, Ran stopped her by the door.

“Off to see your little girlfriend?”

They chuckled at their own joke. Only Ran knew that Sevika visited one person every time she went to Babette’s. Everyone else just thought Sevika couldn’t be tied down to anything serious. That she was going just for the release. She never questioned how Ran knew about her tryst, but she didn’t have to really. They always kept their mouth closed when it came to personal information about Sevika. She just rolled her eyes as she made her way passed Ran and scoffed.

“Give me a call if anything goes down alright?”

Ran just nodded and walked deeper into the Last Drop.

Sevika made her way through the streets with a quick and practiced pace. She’d been internally excited to see you all day. Her palms were all sweaty and shook with a new nervousness. Her mind swam with the wonder of if you’d be excited to see her as well. Would your eyes light up when you saw her? Would you run to her and pull her close to your body in a warm hug? You were always so warm and so soft. So damn soft.

She shook the thoughts from her mind as she entered, walking briskly to your room at the back of the hallway. It was your giggling that made her stop. Maybe it was nothing. God she hoped it was nothing. A brand new nervous feeling began to wash over her. She was starting to breathe heavier now. She took lighter steps to your room to hide her presence. Kept her ears open to hear that she was right and it was just nothing, but she was very wrong.

When she rounded the threshold, she saw you sitting on the couch, you looked ethereal in a white and gold sheer outfit. The only parts not see through were the bits coving your chest and the space between your thighs. Your arm was draped over the back of the couch talking and laughing with someone. The damn gorgeous smile that lit the fire in Sevika’s cold heart. The other person, a man, most likely a client, was talking on and on about something Sevika had long blocked out from her ears. She began to seethe when she watched his hand come up to run along your thighs. His eyes would dart back and forth between your eyes and your body. Looking at you like an object, something perishable to him.

All Sevika saw was red. How dare he touch you without an ounce of respect. As if on autopilot, she stormed into the room and grabbed the man away from you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“Sevika!! Put him down!”

You tried to get her to let go but she wouldn’t listen. She threw the man against the farthest wall hearing a loud thud from where his head hit the wall.

“Sevika! Stop please!”

She stomped over to his curled up body putting her boot against his head to squish him into the ground.

“If I catch you anywhere near this brothel, I’ll remove your head.”

Sevika seethed toward the man, voice low and menacing. Blood snot and tears fell from his face to the floor as he babbled for mercy. When she finally released her foot, the pathetic man scrambled out the room crying the whole way. Anger permeated off of Sevika’s body, effectively suffocating the room. She stared down at the spot the man was just subdued, trying to control her breathing. When she finally turned her eyes looked wild. You had never seen her so angry like this. You knew she could be a brute but it had always been something you never hoped to see.

“What the fuck was that, huh?”

She finally spoke to you and that was the first thing she says? Accusation lacing her words.

“That was a client, Sevika! You just lost me money I could have made.”

“Tch, whatever he was going to pay I’ll triple it.”

She was acting like this was just about you making money but it was deeper than that, she was ruining any potential customers from coming in. Her outburst could put a damper on all future clients from coming to see you. If you stopped making money at Babette’s, you could be forced back into the streets, somewhere you’d never end up again.

“It’s not about the fucking money, Sevika! What if he tells everyone about what you did? You know how much that could hurt me? I work here, I live here, and if I stop getting business then there’s no use for me to be here anymore!”

“I could take care of you! I would take care of you! I’ve been trying to get you to see that!”

“Trying?? Trying how? By only seeing me at work? Only coming in to sleep with me like the rest of the customers that walk through here? Or did you think that I could read your mind through your strap? Tell me Sevika, when was the last time you bothered to try to see me outside of the brothel? I’ll wait.”

Sevika was stuck in a stunned silence. She couldn’t answer that. She had been secretly and silently pining after you for years. But what could she say now? That she hoped you would fall in love with her the way she fell for you? Come to think of it she never gave you anything to fall in love with. She just gave you mind blowing orgasms, continuous time, and a lot of money. She didn’t treat you any differently than any other customer. She was just another one of them. And that hurt more than any punch to the face. She did nothing to stand out to you and so she didn’t.

“I-I never tried to see you outside of these walls…”

She finally mustered out of the depths of her lungs to breathe out that answer she finally came to the conclusion to.

“And why is that Sevika?…”

The taller woman shrugged. She both knew and didn’t know why she never bothered. The fear of rejection weighed heavy on her shoulders. Sevika had never been rejected before, even by you. Whenever she wanted to see you, you always welcomed her in. Waiting patiently. You never rejected any advance, kiss, touch. You allowed her to do almost anything she wanted. But you also allowed anyone else to do what they wanted right? Had it been so easy to not reject her due to the need for money? Had you even rejected others with what they wanted? She didn’t know, and it was the fear of not knowing that bothered her. She didn’t know if you would reject seeing her for a drink or a walk.

“I was scared.”

Your eyes widened.

“Scared of what?”

“I was scared that this would be the only way you would want me…”

She was refusing to look at you now. She felt embarrassed for now realizing that everything she did was an assumption. That she had never voiced her want for anything else other than a fuck. She was disappointed in herself for now realizing that she had been using you the entire time when she wanted literally anything else. She had ruined everything in assuming.

“I can’t say I’m not hurt because I am. I wanted you, and I still do. And I’m confused because you never gave me the time of day. This is the first I’m hearing of your feelings. But this is also the first you’re hearing of mine. So I’m going to ask you this once and only once, okay?”

It was Sevika’s turn to be shocked by everything you’re saying. She had no clue and she probably wouldn’t if she never beat that poor man the way she did. If she had never barged her way in and let her anger fuel her fire.

“Would you like to see me sometime? Outside of the brothel? Just us?”

When she arrived at your door, Sevika’s nerves grew stronger. You had propositioned for seeing her away from work more often to which she enthusiastically obliged. It was just the feeling she couldn’t get rid of. She wanted to make a good impression, a second one any way. She knew you already liked her she just had to keep it that way. Sevika wasn’t exactly known for being a conversation keeper either. Gods she was fucked wasn’t she?

Her metallic hand came up to knock against the door. When it opened she saw you with new eyes. She never got this. She never got baggy shirt, loose shorts, cute homely you. And Gods was she happy that she did. The sight of you that wasn’t dolled up to keep up appearances was one that Sevika would treasure until her dying days. You moved out the way to invite her in but all she could do was keep her eyes trained on you. It made you giggle at the strange awestruck look on her face.

“See something you like?” You spoke while wiggling your eyebrows.

“Yeah, uhm yes. I do. You, uh, you look cute.”

“Hmm, just cute?”

“I-is that the wrong word?”

You giggled once more at her stumbling. It sounded like heaven to the taller woman’s ears.

“I’m just joking with you ‘Vika. Come with me, I picked a movie for us.”

As Sevika fought to not stare so much at you, it was now your turn to take in the way she looked. Ripped pants, black boots, a cropped black shirt that showed off her muscular abs. She looked delicious in the best way, but you were supposed to be getting to know each other more personally. If there was anyway more personal than intimacy that is. You had to bite back your thoughts of just jumping her then and there.

“So what all do you like to do when you’re not working?”

Maybe some small talk could aid in distracting you.

“Uh, not much I guess, play cards, beat up guys for Silco, see you.”

Her last answer made you blush. She liked seeing you, huh?

You took a spot on the couch and watched as she sat down after you. She looked so far away, she needed to be closer. You laid your legs across her lap and snuggled your head purposefully under her arm, causing her to drape it around your shoulders. You pressed play on the movie but you were determined to know more about her. As the air of awkwardness subsided, the two of you shred more about the other. She talk about her childhood but only a little. Much of it she couldn’t remember but she made sure to tell you the good things that she could. She told you all about the trouble she got into in her teen and early adult years, funny stories about how she almost got caught way too many times trying to steal food. She told you her favorite color and how she doesn’t listen to music a lot but she likes it sometimes.

You confided into her about your own childhood as well, how you didn’t really do much but ventured outside of Zaun many times to see the flowers that could grow outside of a place that contained multitudes of people. You craved the solitary like oxygen but also wouldn’t mind sharing your solitary with at least one other. You told Sevika how you never really let people come over, she was the first to see your little home.

Sevika listened the whole time to your stories but the feeling of your soft hand drawing paths up and down her flesh arm would distract her from time to time. Her eyes laser focused on your lips as you spoke. They were so pink and soft. There were several times when you spoke that she wished she could kiss you quiet. But that would have been rude of her. The hand that had been running up and down her arm moved to her face, drawing her closer. Sevika looked deeply into the pools of your eyes before shooting down to your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. How long was she supposed to keep this control exactly?

Suddenly, your lips were against hers and Sevika never realized until then just how hungry she was. She deepened the kiss, pushing against you, tongue begging for entrance. You allowed her in just as you did your home and oh how delicious you tasted in her mouth. Wet muscle sliding along wet muscle, Sevika swore to whoever would listen that she could spend lifetimes just kissing you and still be fulfilled. The arm that was draped around your shoulders pulled you closer until you eventually just opted to sit up and straddle her lap. The new position only gave you a tiny bit of leverage over her head but not very much.

Your touch was erratic, hands ran from shoulders to her neck, her hair, her stomach, her arms. You wanted to touch everywhere all at once, it just wasn’t enough. Sevika’s metal hand stayed cupping your ass so the cold appendage didn’t chill your soft skin while her flesh hand that, almost always stayed warm, slid up the inside of your shirt to caress your bare back. The feeling of your lips moving with hers, was beginning to make the brunette feel something. She grew wet at just the feel from you. The feeling of your heat getting hotter against her. Her head was spinning. Then it all stopped.

“Lay down.”

It took her brain a minute to catch up properly.

“What?”

“Lay down for me please?”

Sevika’s eyes darted back and forth between your own, searching for some kind of sign that this was indeed what you wanted because she sure as hell did. The corners of your lips quirked in a smirk as you watched her slowly slide to lay back against the cushions. Your hands slid down slowly toward the bottom of your shirt, fingers curling around the edges before pulling the top off completely. All soft curves and smooth skin, no bra to confine your chest. Steel grey eyes blew wide like it was the first time seeing you like this. In a way it was. You weren’t putting on a show, weren’t trying to impress her or get her money. You were just you. Serene and quiet and peacefully lonely you.

Her fingers twitched with the need to feel, but she wasn’t sure if she was allowed that privilege. Instead her shaky hands came up to her own cropped top, revealing the same parts of her body that you just showed to her. She felt it was only fair to meet you piece by piece you were willing to open up to you. She studied your face, the way you bit back your bottom lip at the sight of her musculature. She noticed your chest rise and fall much more deep than you had prior. Pupils completely blown at this point. Your hands fell to Sevika’s hips and moved up the divots and creases of her stomach before stilling just under her breasts. Your hands felt feather light and so gods damn soft. You reveled at how Sevika’s own body felt just as soft. Even though her muscles were rock hard the flesh that covered them was smooth, it made you itch to kiss every inch.

The movie had long ended, room silent save for the sound of both of you breathing heavily. The air around the two of you sizzling with wild electricity. Suddenly with a snap the two of you surged together, lips crashing in messy and hungry kisses. Hands not knowing where to fly until yours forcefully pushed back on Sevika’s shoulders to lay her down once more. She plopped back with an ‘umf’, your tongue using the surprise to slide in against hers. Your nails clawing down the front of her chest and stomach as hers gripped the back of your head and thigh. Your body moved on its own as your hips grinded down against hers. Every down stroke pulled a little moan out of Sevika’s mouth for you to swallow.

You wanted to feel more, needed to feel more. All over everywhere. You wanted her to surround you. To cover your body in her taste and her scent and her touch. No part of you would be satisfied until you could mold yourself to her. Her pants were haphazardly unbuttoned and pulled down, getting caught at her ankles. She finally chuckled and moved to help after the two frustrated groans back to back against her lips. The two of you never separated for a second. Air be damned. Once the lower half of her body was exposed you hands flew to the top of her thighs close to the space between her legs. The amount of skin under your hands had perplexed you enough to get you to finally pull away and look down.

Her face flushed in near embarrassment while yours blushed at the sight. She didn’t wear any underwear. Of course she’d go commando. It was enough to light a new fire. You looked down right starving at the sight of her drenched cunt presented before you. Your mouth was salivating at being presented with Sevika’s fully nude form under you, begging you, enticing you. You looked up into her eyes while one of your hands slid up to cup her drenched center. Sevika inhaled sharply at the contact. The warm feather light touch made butterflies flutter in her stomach. You held eye contact while your middle finger circled around her clit before diving down to collect some of her wetness and repeating the circles once more. She tried to keep her eyes open but the feeling was too good. She went back and forth between watching you work between her thighs and sinking her head back into the cushions eyes squeezing shut. You made her whole body feel like putty.

Just as Sevika had finally gotten use to your teasing, you let two fingers plunge into her aching cunt. Her soft walls felt tight around your digits. She moaned out a long utterance of your name, both of her hands gripping the couch in a vice. You kept your fingers nestled inside of her and moved so that you hovered over her face to face. She looked something magical. A light cover of sweat permeating on her forehead, chest heaving, eyes unfocused. She would interchange between moaning and whimpering especially when your fingers would curl up against that spot inside her. Her thighs trembled as you fucked her so slowly but so deeply. Sevika doubted she would ever reach heaven but this had to be as close as she would get.

“P-please…”

“Please what? Use your big girl words, baby.”

She moaned louder at your taunting.

“Please…kiss me, fuck me…w-wanna feel you close.”

Your fingers picked up their pace taking in her facial expressions one last time before your lips found hers. The kiss was sloppy on her part, saliva dribbling out the corner of her mouth from her being unable to stop moaning out for you. She couldn’t swallow, hell she couldn’t even think properly. Your fingers felt so good inside of her, dragging along her walls. The wet sound of her cunt echoing around the room. The sound utterly pornographic. She was writhing against the cushions, unable to hold still due to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Pulling away from her lips, you mouth sought out a breast. Her flesh was soft against your face. Tongue swirled around her nipple to make her bud harden. You teased her switching between soft licks and little bites. She was so sensitive, the ministrations from your mouth was bringing her closer to the edge. You could feel her walls squeeze your fingers. The pulsing was growing more constant. She was about to cum and you were going to make her dive head first into her ecstasy.

Sevika was screaming your name now, eyes completely glassy and unfocused. The only thing she could think about was how strongly she was going to spill over. The feeling building up like a rollercoaster. Her breathing was shallow now not able to keep up. The last three pumps of your fingers against her g-spot made Sevika see white. Her orgasm erupted through her body taking over every bit. She screamed at the top of her lungs twisting under you, not sure if she wanted to get away from your fingers or keep them buried inside of her forever. She knew for certain that her thighs were drenched, most likely also your couch, but she didn’t expect the sight of your arm coming away with cum dripping down. No one had ever bothered to stimulate her like this, not to mention enough to make her squirt.

She felt blissed out and satisfied. Utterly loving that she decided to follow through with seeing you. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, but when you got up, it made her stomach sink.

“Wait, where are you going?”

You could hear the sadness in her voice, you almost cooed at her like a little puppy.

“Don’t fret babylove, I’m just going get some towels to clean up, then we can lay down for a bit. Maybe actually watch that movie this time.”

She could hear the lightness as you spoke. Reassuring her that you’d be back. Easing that beast inside of her that almost thought you were running from her. She laid back down as she watched you pad off to what must have been your bedroom. Still naked and sprawled out on the couch, Sevika allowed her eyes to close for a minute, coming back down to Earth. Taking in the fact that she was here, finally here, in your place. Where she secretly always longed to be. Not too long later you came back and kneeled next to the couch. Sevika was still sensitive, wincing as you brought the wet cloth between her thighs and around her legs. The, you wiped the wetness dry with a big fluffy towel.

Once you had finished, you scooted down to be face to face with Sevika. You just stared into those big beautiful grey eyes, admiring her face and the bright blue scars. Toying with her hair a bit. Until you finally leaned down to scatter kisses all over her face. At first, Sevika was slightly annoyed maybe but then she started to giggle. Infectious laughter gracing the room with you obsessively kissing over her face.

“Movie time?”

She nodded.

“Movie time.”

You crawled atop her and placed your head on her chest. Finally content and laying to rest on your big softie. You silently hoped that there would be many more days like this one.

#sevika x fem!reader #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika arcane #reader instert #ravwrites #arcane fanfic #hello it’s me wishful thinker

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sherlock-is-ace · 3 months

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get to know me!

I was tagged by my dearest @taste-thewaste thanks for the tag and welcome back cutie!!!! I got so excited to see you in my notes :')

Last song: The song from the animatic I'm making. On repeat, so I can figure out this shit lol (idk if I want to share which song it is just now kjdfhgkdfg)

Last film: Probably Barbie? I don't remember, I haven't watched a movie in so long kjfdhgdfg EDIT: Actually no! I watched Marry My Dead Body after that! dkfjgfdg I just remembered that it has the exact same plot as a story of mine lol

Currently reading: Nothing... I don't read as much as I'd like to (and I suck at finishing books

Currently watching: His Dark Materials at lunch with the fam. Natsume Yujin-Cho at dinner with the fam. And I just finished Queer Eye by myself at night, trying to fins something new to watch tonight.

Currently consuming: Water?

Currently craving: The walnuts I bought to make brownies with for my brother's birthday... Trying real hard not to eat them now lol

Were you named after anyone? Nope, I named myself cause I like the name (it's a bit more complicated than that but that's the idea)

When was the last time you cried? Sometime this week I think, but I can't remember when. It was probably anxiety induced. I did tear up watching Queer Eye tho

Do you have kids? Hell no!

What sports do you play/ have you played? I played volleyball at school

Do you use sarcasm? Not as much as I used to

What’s the first thing people notice about you? My dysphoria inducing hips and ass? My hair that never looks put together? Who's to say?

What’s your eye color? Brown

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings! I don't like scary movies, life is already too scary and there are not enough happy endings

Any talents? I don't think so? I can roll my tongue and also flip it upside down... is that anything?

Where were you born? Argentina (and will sadly, probably die here too)

What are your hobbies? Drawing (tho also my job), writing (more like thinking about writing), watching youtube?

Do you have pets? Yep, my doggy India who I love very much!

How tall are you? 165cm maybe more if I fixed my shrimp-like posture

Favorite subject in school? Art, english (as a second language)

Dream job? Children book illustrator. Perhaps even author-illustrator👀

Tagging: @beartrust42 @aliceat97point3 @tabelschnasse @actual-changeling (feel free to ignore, ofc <3)

#tag game #personal #angel talks

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calebwittebane · 1 year

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ok but that alt timeline Ghetsis Wins idea is kind of growing on me already. i think it would be extremely funny And extremely sad. ok im putting the following under a readmore cuz it ended up being longer than i had intended

im picturing N looking dejected while sitting at whatever serene place he likes to spend his time nowadays--maybe chargestone cave now that it’s a perfect place without humans, maybe some quiet forest clearing. powerless arceus and the creation trio are with him, small and plain-looking, but still alive and well. he is lost in thought, and he is feeling glum.

indeed, having experienced some human interactions, some connections (though feeble), and having begun to crave a worthy opponent to his convictions, he has now ultimately gone back to square one. it looks like he really did not belong among humans who are, for all their complexities, just as cruel and thoughtless as he was led to believe. not even others from team plasma are exempt from that; now that their part is done, they are all simply part of the kneeling, groveling masses put in their rightful place.

but what makes him different? and what makes ghetsis different? their dreams aligned in their outcome, as humans lost their hegemony and pokemon are now all free and perfect beings, but the meaning behind those dreams diverged significantly. many pokemon had to be hurt in order to achieve this. the ones that worked hard among team plasma, the ones ghetsis has stolen divinity from. N’s hands are not clean.

and what is ghetsis even going to do with this power? will he create something out of nothing? will he change something small yet fundamental about this world, causing it to become unrecognizable? or is standing so far above the rest of humanity all that he ever wanted? now he is untouchable, untarnishable by scorn, and needs no pity. is he going to be an absent god, only taking any interest in the mechanisms and their inhabitants on a rare whim? arceus says that for a being separate from all other things such attitude is inevitable. well, then--N once again finds himself stuck, as ghetsis is no such thing in his eyes. maybe back when N was very little and understood very little, and futilely looked up to his father in unquestioning adoration. oh, of course, N loves him, that has not changed and can’t ever change, but ascending to godhood has only made ghetsis seem all the more fallible and corporeal and ordinary. more human than ever before. gods are supposed to be beyond one’s understanding, and N feels like he sees and understands the man more clearly now than ever before. all the greed and uncertainty and overjoyed erratic rambling. far too human.

arceus also says that to be in control of all things is to be in control of nothing. now that arceus is but a simple moving part of this chaotic and fragile world, it feels proud of the little control that it has, the space it takes up, the ownership it has over its very own cosmologically tiny and insignificant body. but that is easy for arceus to say--N is keenly aware of the fact that ghetsis never felt safe or in control within his own body, with all the ways it could fail him.

so what is N meant to do now? enjoy all the things that finally are as they should be, he supposes. he, however, is as lonely, as powerless, as frustrated by the limitations of his own mind as he was before. as an individual, he has gained nothing, if making new pokemon friends is to be excluded here. he feels very unloved, and it stings particularly badly to feel very specifically and pointedly unloved by god. although, yes, N sees the undeniable humor in this. “god can’t even decide if he’s my real dad. god didn’t feel like spending too much time around me, so he had my sisters look after me, and i can’t blame them if they resent me for it. god used to give me so many gifts, so many toys and books and art supplies and whatever else i desired, so long as it would fit inside the room i was confined to. god seems weirdly threatened by me sometimes, and it makes me wonder what i could’ve possibly done to him. god likes it when we have some interests in common, but only when he’s better and more knowledgeable at them. god used to like playing chess with me because he always won. god is very scared and alone, and so am i, but i don’t know if we could ever relate to each other. god is educated and clever, but he is also really, really, really stupid sometimes, so stupid that it startles me. god is never going to therapy at this rate, is he”, and so on.

N doesn’t think anyone, any creature, should reign over another. giratina says that all beings and ideas have their equivalent opposite, and all reactions have a response, and so, ironically, someone has to rule over all else to ensure there are no rulers and subjects. palkia concurs--when left to its own devices, all matter succumbs to forces of gravity and clumps together, and nothing is left evenly distributed. dialga adds that all repeating cycles are an act of mercy.

arceus doesn’t say anything. N wonders if it’s embarrassed that its children seem to know more than it does.

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lale-txt · 2 years

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I'm also sending a second one but you don't have to do both my darling xx

Could I please have soft sweet headcanons about waking up in the morning with Rosinante? Thank you xx

you can always ask soft sweet headcanons about your mans from me, my love x (this has also been sitting in my inbox for far too long, i apologize!)

sweet and soft mornings w/ Rosinante & gn!reader (no pronouns)

oh, to have a day off with your lover, doing everything and nothing, only the things your hearts desire

you find yourself waking up tangled in his arms, maybe he also has one of his long legs thrown over your figure, holding onto you like a body pillow (not his fault that you’re coming just in just the right size for that)

even in his dreams he craves to be close to you, only finding peace when he can feel your skin on his

it’s unclear who of you wakes up first since you’ve both perfectioned the art of finding each others lips no matter how sleepdrunk you still are

there’s an unspoken rule that no one is allowed to leave the bed before you haven’t exchanged at least a hundred kisses

but also who wants to leave the bed anyway when it’s the warmest, softest place on Earth (right after in Rosinante’s arms)?

he’ll whisper the sweetest things in your ear and call you by your favorite pet names, letting you run your fingers through his golden hair while you’re lying next to each other, forehead on forehead, your eyes fluttering open to greet each other, slowly blinking “I love you” in morse code

if you remember them, you tell each others about the dreams you had – only the sweet ones though, the bad ones are getting shooed away with many kisses and back rubs

Rosinante will insist on bringing you your favorite drinks in the morning to bed, no matter how often you offer that you can do it too (there’s a 50/50 chance that he will stumble upon his own two legs and send himself and the drinks flying while in his heart-patterned underwear)

while you fluff up the pillows again and let some fresh air in, your lover is rummaging around in the kitchen, preparing a small breakfast for you as surprise, carrying the big tablet in slow motion and as careful as he can into bed to you

with a cup of coffee in his hands he’ll lean against the open window, smoking his first cigarette while watching you with bedroom eyes, his heart so full of you (if it’s cold outside he has either a blanket around his shoulder or his big coat)

praise him for the lovely breakfast and watch his cheeks blush slightly, acting like it was nothing, but in reality your words make him the happiest in the world. this and knowing you had so many more mornings like this to look forward too

he can’t let you be in bed alone for too long though, which is why he will smoke only half of his cigarette and puts it out before he crawls back under the sheets with you, both of you giggling as he wraps his arms around you once again, hungry for your body heat

he might suggest taking a nice warm bath together to start your day right or think out loud about all the movies you still have on your watch list; he will also read you something if you ask him to. every activity is welcome as long as you can spend precious time together

it’s so easy to slip back into sleep again when you’re snuggled like this to each other, although no dream could be as sweet as the reality of you holding each other, a love tucked under fresh and warm sheets, safe and sound.

#donquixote rosinante #corazon #corazon x reader #rosinante x reader #one piece x reader #donquixote corazon #one piece reader insert #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece fluff

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ed-recovery-affirmations · 8 months

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please tell me why i shouldnt chew and spit everything i eat

Well, that's difficult, because I can't find reasons to recover for you. I know it's hard to find and stick to them, but you've got to do it for yourself.

Could it be because if you're craving food to chew on, your body knows you need it as fuel and in order to truly achieve the lengthy process of creating love for yourself you need to honor your body's needs to make you healthy and well-nourished?

Could it be because you don't want every second of your time and every ounce of your precious energy to go to your eating disorder rather than to meditation, personal reflection, art, a fulfilling career, fun with your friends, time spent with your pet, or whatever else matters to you? Hell, maybe there's a whole world of things that will one day matter to you that you have yet to discover because you're still putting so much time and effort into your ED.

Maybe it's just to preserve your personal dignity. I briefly tried chewing and spitting as an alternative to bingeing, so I can tell you that at least in my experience, I didn't enjoy it. I didn't fully enjoy the food while I was chewing it, knowing what I had to do, and I didn't enjoy the self-disgust I felt when I saw the chewed-up mix of food and drool slide down into the trash can, either. Sorry to get graphic on you, but I make a practice of being brutally honest on this blog, and I felt disgusted with myself when I chewed and spit. For me it was just a further visual of the massive amounts of food I was trying to put into my body, but with an extra layer of feeling gross during the time spent hanging my head over a disposal receptacle, sticking my tongue out, and watching the chewed glop land in the trash. I bet you don't feel great when you're doing it either. Maybe you're struggling with some other disorders that makes the dysfunction feel good, like another method of self-harm to punish yourself and express how you feel inside. But if that's true, it's not healthy in the long run, and I bet that deep down you know that.

Truthfully, you've got to want an end to the cycle bad enough to fight through how fucking hard it is to cope with what sounds like a multifaceted disorder for you. And you've got to create reasons that are specific to yourself. I wish you all the best in that and hope that you can find ways to keep moving yourself toward recovery and get the support that you need.

#restriction cw #disordered eating #ana cw #mia cw #ed cw #chew and spit #unsanitary #food mention #saliva cw

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thedawner · 1 year

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Currently listening to Too Human’s dev diary and this spurred me into another long-winded ramble. BE YE READY. (Pictured: Various concept art)

The first (and last haha /cries) game ended on a massive cliff hanger! I want to know what happens next, no matter how awful the fate of the characters will be! This world is good enough that it deserves some closure! I live off the hope that there're bits and pieces of the script somewhere stashed in the storage of one of the former devs and that one day… it will resurface… maybe with even more old concept art too, if I dare dream that far.

Seriously, I would love to see a lot more unearthed artwork for this more than from any other game. In the first dev diary, they showcased a wall filled with prints showing off so much stuff. Some of it I’ve seen floating on the internet, others are concepts of characters that were not featured much such as Frey or Hermod.

What an underwhelming fate this game has! Stuck in a limbo where I can’t even say that it has a cult following, such as Black & White (another game very dear to me that is in a similar situation). Most of the perception of this IP is fairly insular from what I observed, and it saddens me.

There’s nothing similar to Too Human out there! While I can find general ideas and aesthetics in other works, this specific combo of world design, character designs and story is unique to it, at least in my eyes.

There are out there iterations similar to the game’s Loki, Heimdall and Thor. They represent a model that I really like. However, this model being placed within Too Human’s universe satisfies some monster in my brain that craves this exact idea.

The artists who worked on Too Human did a wonderful job at concretizing the bleak yet cautiously hopeful atmosphere that haunts this universe. Among that, they also blended some body horror aspects into it as well and I want to talk a bit about that.

The Aesir are a good example with their cybernetic augments where, even the subtlest prosthetics, still have their own unsettling feeling. That might also come with interesting psychological aspects, too.

Heimdall’s holo glasses come to mind where you can see the thin, golden frames attach to his temples and branch out underneath his skin into what looks like purple veins.

A design that was crafted to be elegant still comes across as off-putting. I imagine he would be used to normal people stealthily gawking at him in meeting settings. One of the least rude behaviours that he could receive so he doesn’t complain much about it. Other, less nice, examples would be people treating him like a computer and chalking up any personal achievement to a simple ‘wave’ of his augments. Maybe ODIN himself would over-load him with duties because his cybernetics, that are rapid-information-processing-based, allow him to bear that. His Aesir colleagues might also often forget that he is his own person and not just an extension of their leader, ODIN.

Even Baldur, canonically described as the least augmented of his colleagues, still looks odd to the fellow human soldiers that he commands. Picture being a rookie wolf trooper just starting out to work under this Aesir. You hear your superiors praise him that at he, out of all the other gods, looks like a normal human person.

Then Baldur goes past you, a towering frame of expensive armor with glowing blue scars criss-crossing his face and weird blue eyes. The rune sword mounted on his back growls at you as its owner went on his business. Yes. That is totally a normal person. You feel so represented.

This disparity of perceptions circles back to the trans-humanist theme prevalent in this game (huhu Too Human title pun huhu). It’s obvious that the writers wanted to do so much more with what they already had in the game, but had to omit a lot. I mostly blame the Epic lawsuit that later on killed both the company and any hopes of a trilogy.

God(s), I’m repeating myself like a broken record, but this is why I’m so in love with this game. I could make up headcanons all day based on the little information that there is out there and it still would fit with the official bit of the story. This could have had a chance for a huge collaborative project that could’ve gone on and on.

AND YET.

He's dead, Jim.

He's gone and died.

He's croaked off.

I'm (not) sure why.

So far I have a dream that one day Denis Dyack, the original creator of the story, will give this a re-bound… one day.

#Too human #too human game #silicon knights #cyberpunk #norse mythology #norse myths #aesir #norse gods #heimdall #thor #baldur #hel #loki #mimir #once again thank you for taking the time to look through this #commentary

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fang-and-feather · 1 year

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Fandom: Ayakashi Romance Reborn - Modern AU

Rating: G

Category: Multi

Relationship: Futaba Saotome/Aoi/Kuro/OC

Prompt(s): Multiamory March: Cuddling and Art from @polyamships; OCxCanon Week: Day 7 - Modern AU from @theocxcanonweek

Summary: Whenever Aoi struggled with his art, his partners made their best to help him.

@voltagefandomproject

AO3 Link / Ayakashi Masterlist / Main Masterlist

“Rinka!” Aoi protested as his girlfriend practically dragged him to get a taxi. “I really have to finish my schoolwork.”

“Yeah? It didn’t look like you were making much progress.” She laughed, pulling him into the vehicle. “I might not know much about art, but I know it is mostly made of feelings. So I think a nice break will actually help you. Plus, a change of scenario always helps too.”

Rinka was always so attentive. Aoi had tried changes of scenario before, but maybe, if she knew somewhere different, that could be what he needed.

That somewhere ended up being all the way out of town - Aoi complained that Rinka was spending too much money on that trip, plus the fact that Rinka hated being in a car and put herself in a situation of panic on purpose, all for him, but she quickly dismissed it - and then they had to walk through a patch of forest, until they arrived in a meadow full of flowers, where their other partners were waiting with a picnic already set up.

“Ao! Rin!” Kuro almost jumped on them, dragging both into a crushing hug. “You’re right on time.”

“Let them breathe, Kuro.” Futaba chuckled from behind him.

“But I like this.” Kuro laughed, only briefly releasing Rinka to pull Futaba into the hug too."

“Kuro!” Aoi protested, squirming in his boyfriend’s hold, face burning.

Took a moment long for Kuro to finally release them, not without giving each a kiss on the cheek, making Aoi even redder.

“Rinka called us and said you were struggling with your assignment from art school. We thought some food and a new scenario would help.” Futaba smiled, pulling him to the picnic blanket.

“I helped Fu cook, since Rinka was busy.”

All of his partners were too sweet, going out of their way to help him. Aoi really felt less worried when he was with them.

And the scenery was really beautiful, something you would rarely see so close to the city. With various kinds of colorful flowers. Almost looked like a place from a dream.

The picnic ended with the four of them cuddling on the blanket, with Futaba and Kuro on each side of him, Kuro resting his head on Aoi’s shoulder and Futaba snuggling into his chest. Rinka was on Kuro’s other side, but she had reached over to hold his hand.

“Are you feeling better now?” Futaba asked, looking up at him.

“Yes. I think I needed some fresh air. Thank you.”

Fresh new scenery, good food and time with the people he loved. That was exactly what he had needed. Aoi already had a pretty good image of what he wanted to paint, now. Not only for school, but something he wanted to make as a surprise to his partners.

Any other time, he would have gotten to work right away, but the little that he moved, the other three tightened their hold on him.

Aoi wasn’t used to being in the middle of the cuddling group, but he liked the warmth, and even the soft weights on his body didn’t bother. Maybe he was even craving that warmth, although he rarely had the courage to ask.

Not that he had to. Surprisingly, whenever he was craving their touch and one of them was around, they seemed to know. The one who was closest or with the most free time would cuddle up to him for as long as they could. And he loved that. He loved these people like he never expected to, at least not all of them at once.

Aoi stayed in their embrace and talked to them until he was sure Futaba and Kura had fallen asleep, before gently sneaking out of the pile, Rinka kissing him and taking his place as he went to paint.

As he looked back, Aoi couldn’t help but smile. The scene of his partners cuddling together in that field of flowers was the most beautiful art he could see. A surprise for them would be his first order of business as soon as his school project was finished.

Ayakashi Masterlist / Main Masterlist

#MultiamoryMarch #oc x canon week #oc x canon week 2023 #ayakashi romance reborn #ayakashi aoi #ayakashi futaba #ayakashi kuro #ot4: aoi x futaba x kuro x oc #oc: rinka #fanfiction

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mcx7demonbros · 1 year

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Le Massacre [The Massacre]

This is part 2, a continuation of Le Traître [The Traitor]

Ft. Catholic!MC, the Demon Brothers

C/W. Torture, murder, violence, gore, mention of religion, mention of Ku Klux Klan (KKK).

No proofread.

The KKK lunatic used chains to tie your hands and raised you up to the ceiling, while having your legs chained to a kettlebell, which weighted your body down. They were stretching your body out, as a mean of torture. All over your skin, on each of your pact marks branded a cross mark. Your face was swollen from all the beating.

“Like it, Antichrist?” One of the torturers mocked you.

“Hail Mary…full of grace…the Lord is with Thee…” ignoring them, you said your prayers. You remembered that many Catholics managed to withstand extremely painful tortures thanks to praying.

“Still manage to babble and reciting those vain repetitions, huh?” The evil mayor sneered before whipping you with his thorn whip. A new bleeding whipping mark appeared on your body, stretching from your shoulder to your abdomen.

“Argh…blessed art thou amongst women…and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus…”

“Let’s see how long can you hold on?” The evil mayor raised his whip again. But another hooded KKK lunatic entered the room, interrupting him.

“Leader,” they kneeled down, “it’s time.” After hearing their words, the evil mayor whipped you one more before throwing the whip to the side.

“Transport them to the execution site.” The mayor barked an order to other torturers in the room.

“Yes, Leader!” The two torturers released you from the chains, dropping you down to the ground.

You had been stretched for too long that your body felt numb. Now that you were released, the pain began to catch up with you. You groaned in the pain as you could feel your shoulders were probably dislocated.

The torturers took out a cangue and enclosed your neck in it.

“Go, you dog!” One of them shouted as they pushed you towards the door.

You were escorted to outside, somewhere that looked like a forest. Finally. You told yourself, being imprisoned for nearly the whole night made you crave some fresh air.

But you didn’t have the much time to enjoy the fresh air of an open space. The two hooded KKK members pushed you towards a big platform. Surrounding the platform, many hooded figures were holding torches. That was it, you would die by being burned at stake.

“Brethren, today we gather here for an utmost important mission.” The leader began to speak with his followers, and your fake best friend was right beside him. “By the Divine Will, God let the Antichrist fall into our hands. It’s His Will that this damnable wretch be put to death by His true followers. Let’s show our loyalty to God by burning it to death.” To the leader’s speech, the followers cheered and roared, showing their enthusiasm.

So this is the end of my earthly life, huh? You said to yourself. If only I could meet them once again. The images of the Brothers began to resurface in your mind as the executors tied you to the stake, after releasing you from the cangue. They say that you will think of the things or people you love the most when you die a regretful death. That means I love those demons the most, not the love-deserving God. Oh, God, I would probably go to Hell. For the first time in a long time, a tear rolled down on your dirty and bloody cheek. When they met me in Hell, what would they say. Do they still love me or… You couldn’t stop the dark thought from invading your mind. You were falling into a state of despair as the KKK fanatics began to burn woods at your feet.

Maybe because you mind was focusing elsewhere, you didn’t notice that the fire didn’t touch you at all.

“Isn’t it too soon to be despair, MC?” Suddenly, you heard a familiar soft voice. You turned to your left to see someone…something came out from the fire. They used a talon-like hand to wipe the tea on your cheek gently. “Even if you have set one foot in Hell, MC, you aren’t in Hell yet, and there’s still hope.”

“Lucifer!!!” You exclaimed.

“Yes, it’s me.” You felt the rope tying you being cut and as you felt down from feebleness, two talon-like hands supported you.

“Lucifer, you seemed…different.” You only recognized his voice and the pair of crimson eyes, nothing else. Lucifer’s whole body had turned into something with more features of a bird-like beast, than humanoid.

“Yes, I am different now. But my heart burns with the same fire of love for you.” After hearing the gentle words, your body gave in. Your eyes closed as your head rested on the demon’s feather chest.

“You will pay for touching what’s mine.” Lucifer let out a loud cry, however, inaudible to human to not wake the little human in his arms.

“What are you doing? Kill that thing!” The evil mayor ordered. And many KKK fanatics took out their guns and shot at the Avatar of Pride. However, none could harm Lucifer. The eldest used his four black wings, each now had become as big as a horse to cover himself and you. He didn’t need it, but he wanted to protect you from all harms.

“Insignificant.” The fire on the platform soon bowed to Lucifer’s command. “Burn!” He ordered. The large fire separated into many smaller fires and began to chase the hooded fanatics, under various forms like fireballs or fire columns.

“Argh…save me!” The ones standing closest to the platform were devoured by the fires. When the fires left, not even ashes remained. The screams of the fanatics at the final moment of their life being burnt by the fires are enough to haunt anyone for the rest of their life.

Many hooded lunatics were standing far away from the platform managed to run away, but it was a grave mistake to think they could be out of this alive.

About dozens of hooded KKK members fled further into the forest. They kept looking back from where they were running to see if the fires were still chasing.

While they were looking in all directions to find any danger, a gigantic bird flew towards their direction in a very high speed. The bird flew passed them, but the strong wind currents it created lifted the fanatics up high amidst air, before dropping them down to the ground…hard. If they weren’t dead immediately, they still received a lot of broken bones. Some of them even spat blood.

As the alive lunatics were groaning in pain, crows, a lot of crows, flew towards them and landed on them. Each had a pair of red eyes, like they were possessed by something. The crows soon began to peck the KKK members’ bodies, pulling out their organs and devouring them. Then the living envied the dead as they had to suffer excruciating pain. Their screams echoed throughout the area.

A bunch of other KKK members were running on another path through the forest when they heard a big hiss, the kind of hiss by snake. Some stopped to look around, preferring to be careful, others thought it wasn’t important or maybe their minds were playing with them or they kept running.

Nevertheless, none escaped the misfortune. From an unknown direction, poison was shot at the KKK members. The moment the poison touched their skins, they began to melt. Not only the skin, but also the meats and bones. Most of the fanatics didn’t have to chance to scream before they turned into a heap of incomplete bones. Some only had half of their skulls remained.

After the job was done, a giant purple snake made its appearance. It had been hiding amongst the big tree branches and shot poison from its hellish mouth from there. It came down to check the bodies, before dragging it body through the scene and left.

Another group of KKK members were running like crazy before facing a knight on a horse. It was scary more than weird because the horse had a horn, a bone-like tail and a green fire was burning on the horn, but did not consume it.

Without letting any of them react, the knight spurred the horse towards them with high speed. With just one swing from his large shiny sword, the knight decapitated a fanatic. By the time the knight ran to the other side, more than 10 fanatics had lost their heads. And magically, all the heads disappeared from where they fell, and appeared being hung on the side of the horse.

Some of the fanatics decided to run like cowards they were. Other with stronger mind power took out their guns and shot at the knight. The knight fell from the horse. As the fanatics felt relieved, the horse’s bone tail swung and cut off their heads. Not even the running ones escaped the large swing from the horse’s large bone tail.

The horse turned to the knight and with only one stamp from its foot, crushed the knight’s head. It was then the knight turned back to his real form - another dead KKK member. The knight was but an illusion created by the one-horned horse.

Multiple KKK fanatics were running through the forest when they encountered someone sobbing. They didn’t know why but they were attracted towards the person and they came near them, despite their reasons argued otherwise. The moment the pair of orange-yellow eyes met the eyes of the fanatics, they were immediately charmed by the person.

The next moment, all KKK members raised their guns and shot at each other, killing all of them. While the peach-haired person left, complaining something about ugliness, but not before a scorpion tail spraying some poison, which made the the bodies dissolved into dust.

Another group of lunatics faced a gigantic armored insectoid. The moment the insectoid flapped its wings, it created a kind of sound that made the fanatics covered their ears out of excruciating painful headache.

The insectoid dashed towards the KKK members, and with just one punch, he crushed the head of one, made a hole on the body of another, and turned the third one into minced meat.

The insectoid flapped his wings and flew away. His brother had told him he had no time to enjoy the meal. He would have the time to play with them later in hell.

Meanwhile, your fake best friend managed to escaped from the forest somehow. Just as they were panting, they heard a voice asking them.

“Relief that you’ve escaped?”

Your fake best friend followed the voice and looked up. On their shoulders, a man…humanoid with cow features and two horns was sitting on their shoulders.

“You know? Since that Incident, I have become a betrayal hater.” The cow-man said while your friend was still confused, asking themselves questions like “Since when?” “No wonder it was so heavy when I was running.”

The cow-man looked up to the sky and saw a giant bird flying towards the town. It seemed the bird was checking if there was any townsfolk still alive at the town. The bird looked down and saw the cow-man, it roared.

“Alright, Mammon, I’ll be hurry.” Your “friend” heard the cow-man said to the air as the bird flying away. For some reason, they got a bad feeling.

“I must rush to MC’s side now. I’ll visit you down there when I have the time.” The cow-man used his thighs to twist your former best friend’s head by 180 degrees, killing them instantly.

The most dangerous place can also be the safest place. The wicked mayor, instead of fleeing, was hiding under the wooden platform, right under Lucifer. He didn’t know how long he had been hiding there. At first, he heard screams, but gradually, silence…dead silence. The only sound he could hear was the sound of feathers when Lucifer gently caressed his human’s face with his talon hand, while applying healing magic on them.

After what he thought to be unending silence, the KKK leader heard large sounds above him. Then, he heard Lucifer asked in an inhuman voice.

“Done?”

“Yes, no sign of life within the barrier we created.” The mayor heard some horse noises after the thing spoke.

“The traitor is already in hell.” Said another voice.

“How’s MC?”

“They’re passed critical condition, Mammon. But demon’s magic could only do so much. So Solomon is coming.”

“I hope that MC won’t suffer mental pain after this.” Cried a more feminine voice.

“We could only hope. But if they do, we will be with them.” Lucifer said then he snapped his fingers. The evil mayor hiding under the platform was dragged out of his hiding place. He was lifted up Lucifer’s magic and tied to the stake, where you had stood before.

“H…have mercy…” the fanatic leader began begging.

“Mercy? Did you show mercy to MC?” Lucifer sneered. “I still remember what my Father said to me when I was standing at his side. Every sin committed demands just satisfaction. Go to Father’s Judgement, I’ll be there to witness your condemnation.”

Mozart - Requiem - Dies Irae [Day of Wrath]

The Morningstar’s talon hands began to move like a conductor’s. And fire was ignited at the feet of the fanatic leaders.

“No…don’t…please…” the mayor cried but to no avail, fire spread to his KKK robe then his whole body. The fire then spread through all the wooden platform, and soon the platform collapsed.

“Let’s go.” Lucifer’s four wings became bigger and covered you and all his brothers. And after a large exploding sound like thunder striking, all 8 of you disappeared from the scene.

From the collapsed platform, the fire soon spread to the trees. Once the trees caught fire, it became a big fire that burned the whole forest. Then the calamity befell on the KKK town beside the forest. By the time the firefighters arrived at the scene, it was too late to save the whole town. But strangely, the fire did not spread beyond the town, like some sort of barrier prevented it.

Nevertheless, what they witness was a large fire like it wanted to burn up to the heaven. And if something hadn’t been stopping it, the fire would spread out and devour the world. Some firefighters and rescuers even knelt down, made the sign of the Cross and began praying.

Tag. @sparkbeast20 the part 2 you said you had been waiting for.

About “even if you have said one foot in hell, there’s still hope”, this is based on the wise words of St. Louis de Montfort on the Holy Rosary “Even if you are on the brink of damnation, even if you have one foot in hell, even if you have sold your soul to the devil as sorcerers do who practice black magic, and even if you are a heretic as obstinate as a devil, sooner or later you will be converted and will amend your life and will save your soul, if – and mark well what I say – if you say the Holy Rosary devoutly every day until death for the purpose of knowing the truth and obtaining contrition and pardon for your sins.”

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