#most of you who will read already know cuz I told you to your face

[existslikepristin]

Hey @worldsover. Happy birthday.

Tags: NSFW, smut, Dreamcatcher, teacher!Jiu, student!Gahyeon, male reader, threesome, big ol’ noncon warning here, or is it dubcon?... no don’t fool yourself this is noncon, mysteeerious circumstances ooOOooOOh *finger wiggles*, no beta read and no editing I had to go fast cuz this is for a birthday and it’s already late by two days, blowjob, deepthroat, a little fluff, a little romance, a really poorly thought out B plot, absurdity, hypocritical “protagonists”, Jiu is stronk and rips clothes, the relationship is toxic but not the usual way, also butt stuff babyyy

B-Side: [title] ft. Gahyeon, Jiu

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“Honestly,” Jiu says, slapping a bead of sweat off her forehead, “She's heavier than she looks. Must be a lot of muscle under there.”

You stare at Jiu, then at the other girl on your bed. What’s her name again? Gabriella? No, there’s no way that’s it. That’s a stupid guess.

“Gahyeon,” Jiu reminds you, as if reading your mind, “Do you remember what I told you about her? Well she did it again. She came into class drunk!”

Still in a certain amount of disbelief, you can only hope that Jiu’s telling you the truth, and that it’s the whole truth. If not, there will be no small amount of trouble stemming from this night. Jiu knows things. Specifically, she knows things because you’ve demonstrated them for her. You’ve regretted that for a while now, because Jiu is also impetuous, to put it mildly. If she managed to replicate—

“Turns out it’s really easy to do what you taught me on someone who’s already in a receptive and reduced state of mind like drunkenness.”

Fuck.

“Jiu, you can’t just…” you struggle for the words.

To describe how what she’s done is wrong? No.

To describe the harm Jiu may have inflicted? No.

To describe how absolutely fucked you may be here? Yeah, that’s probably the one.

“Can’t?” Jiu asks, “But it worked, didn’t it? I mean, I think it worked. Here…” Before you can stop her, she slaps Gahyeon’s thigh. “‘Ey! Get up and show us your tits, slut!”

You choke on your spit and flinch backward. This is bad. It’s not too late to run and remove yourself from any direct implication. Gahyeon’s starting to sit up, so you pivot around and take a stride toward the door.

“Damn,” Jiu half whispers, “Those are nice.”

No way.

Surely, your ears and eyes deceive you. When you turn back around, you’re assaulted with the view of what will most likely be considered assault. Gahyeon is upright, her sweater bunched up around her collarbone. Jiu is palming her bare chest, bouncing a boob as if she’s estimating its weight. To say that you’re mesmerized would not quite be accurate for a couple of reasons. For one, you’re terrified. Gahyeon’s half-lidded—but open—eyes take in your countenance, probably forming a permanent mental image that can and will be used against you in court. And for another, it’s Gahyeon that’s mesmerized in a sense. You can’t just claim to be in a state that someone else in the room is actively in. That would be asinine.

“Jiu…” you start, trying somehow to save face, “Jiu, stop, oh my go—”

“She always comes into class without a bra, and… well, this sweater isn’t the norm. Usually, it’s cleavage all the way down, or nips stabbing through a sheer tank top. So fucking distracting,” Jiu definitely doesn’t stop at your insistence. She ignores you entirely, groping, squeezing, pinching, every little motion sparking a twitch in your face. “Not that a pair of tits is inherently distracting, obviously. I’m no prude. Free the nipple, right? But she flaunts these! Pushing them together in my face when she hands in papers. Calls attention to them every chance she gets. Just the other day, she asked me to borrow a pencil, put it down her shirt in front of me, and then went back to her table and used a fucking G2! We’re working with volatile chemicals! She doesn’t have to be courteous, she just needs to think about some damn safety!”

You blink, suddenly realizing that you waited for an entire rant to finish while doing nothing but stare at the mammary glands in your girlfriend’s hands. Maybe you’re mesmerized after all. Mesmer was a hack, so any word coming from his name is likely an accurate description for a half-assed (or full-boobed, in this case) party trick.

“Alright Jiu, you’ve had your fun,” you blurt out in the brief moment of clarity you can find, “Don’t you think the nice girl should be on her way?”

“Gahyeon? Nice girl? This slut? I’ve told you all the shit she pulls in class.”

“Including in the last thirty or so seconds, yes.”

“And you think she should just get to go?”

“I mean, morally speaking, we haven’t heard her say a word of consent here, so yeah, perhaps it would be best to—”

Jiu cuts you off with a cock-browed stink eye that reeks of the sentence: Are you fucking kidding me?

“Are we gonna have a problem here?” Jiu asks, out loud this time.

“Whaaat?” you creak, “Nooo, no. I’m just saying, what if she…” You pause, trying to indicate nonverbally some deeper implication to your words with a series of bonkers facial expressions. Jiu hasn’t always been the most reliable at catching on to double entendres though. “What if she’s not into it?”

Jiu squints. “What? Are you saying all those other people have been into it? I sure didn’t hear them consenting.”

Fucking holy shit fuck, you’re fucked. Jiu’s fucked. You’re both so fucking fucked.

“NO.” You try to contain your volume, but it still comes out a bit loud, even through your gritted teeth. “I’m saying… what if… someone were to think… that perhaps… they might discuss this… with an official?”

There is a cursed moment of silence while Jiu simultaneously judges you and mulls over your words. Finally, she clicks her tongue, “You think I didn’t do it right, don’t you?”

You put your hands up, unsure of how to respond without giving everything away to the potentially fully aware Gahyeon.

“You really think I fucked it up, huh? Hey Gahyeon, what are you gonna remember later?”

The silence is palpable.

“See? Nothing. You always say they can’t talk back like this, right?”

“Because…” You pause to develop a new double entend—Who are you kidding? You’re already fucking fucked, as previously stated. “Because I tell them not to talk back! It’s not an inherent factor! Did you tell her not to talk back?!”

“Oh…” Jiu says.

“OH?!”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure I built that in.”

“Pretty sure?!”

“Look, like it or not, I’m gonna keep on keeping on with these titties. If you don’t think I did it right, you can run away. Otherwise, you can get your cock out of your pants.”

“And the memory?!”

“Same diff. Built that in.”

“How?!”

Jiu sighs and climbs further onto the bed, behind Gahyeon. She snakes her hands around and continues groping away. Something that she whispers into Gahyeon’s ear gets Gahyeon to finish removing her sweater, and she merely sits, politely, silently, while continuing to be assaulted before your very eyes.

Suddenly, Gahyeon’s head is thrown back. It's not her doing it, it's Jiu with fingers entwined in her hair.

“Look at her,” Jiu hisses at you, “I don't even care if she does remember. She's a stupid hot slut who teases me every day, and has no respect for my cooking class. If anyone needs to get their pretty little throat fucked, it's her.”

Hang on, what?

“I'm going to get my strap and I'm going to fuck her so raw that she won't even be able to come into class for a week. Maybe then the other students can actually get something done for once—”

“Don't you teach chemistry?” you ask.

Jiu pauses her gripping of Gahyeon’s body. “Yeah…”

“I could have sworn you just said cooking.”

“What? That would sure be a silly class to teach!”

“I mean, not really. That would actually be pretty cool if you taught cooking. You're really good at it.”

Jiu’s head fully pokes out from behind Gahyeon. her eyes are glistening with tears. “Oh my gosh, you really think that?”

“Of course. Babe,” you pause, and move to stroke her cheek, “you've always been passionate about your cooking, and I just want you to pursue your career the way you want to. Cooking, chemistry, it's all the same to me as long as you're happy.”

She sniffs hard, clearing out her nose. “Aw, honey… You'd support me if all I taught was cooking? Really?”

“Absolutely.”

She gives you a pouty-lipped stare for a few seconds, clearly holding back the waterworks. “O-oooh, get over here!” She shoves Gahyeon over and holds out her arms.

With a smile, you take Jiu up on the embrace, squeezing her tightly and basking in her warmth.

Sniffling even harder directly into your ear, Jiu babbles little nothings for a moment, and then says, “You sweety, you… can I suck your cock?”

“Sure, babe,” you say, pulling her back a little so you can give her a brief kiss.

Jiu gets your pants off fast. She's always quick at that. Lots of practice. Your dick hangs free until she gets it in her hand, working you up to full mast while she kisses your neck. It only takes a quick pull from her on the hem of your shirt to remind you to take it off for her. As soon as you do, her kisses go lower, and lower, and lower. Your eyes naturally flutter closed and your hand alights on her head, not so much guiding her as petting her.

Then, you’re inside her. Her lips, so incredibly tender, wrap the head of your cock, and her tongue pulls you in deeper. It’s sensual, slow, relaxing even. All of your worries fade away. You stroke her hair, and look down at your lover to take in her beaut—fucking dammit, the girl’s still here! How the fuck did you forget?! She’s literally lying down, half naked, between you and Jiu, and this is very concerning, obviously!

“Jiu! Jiu, wait! We’ve got to do something with her!”

She pulls back, still rolling your cockhead over her tongue. “Oh. Yeah. Let’s fuck her! Sit up, slut!”

Gahyeon does as she’s instructed, slowly sitting straight back up and slotting herself between you and Jiu. Her tits end up smushed against your pelvis, hugging your dick. It’s not quite as good as a blowjob, but her boobs are big enough to fully engulf you, and that’s pretty great… but you can’t think about that right now.

“No, babe, we need her to—”

You just can’t get a word in today, can you? Jiu’s mouth covers yours. Her tongue dives in, stealing away whatever you were going to say and the throat on your dick turns any thoughts into pleasured moans. But that is a problem in and of itself, the throat on your dick. Because it’s not Jiu’s.

Sneaking a glance down, you see that it is in fact Gahyeon whose head has been shoved and is now deepthroating you with no resistance. Her hair is bunched up in Jiu’s hand, and she’s bent over at one hell of a severe angle. Her ass looks real good in those tiny, tight shorts from up here.

“Please, wait for just a second, Jiu.”

She backs off, but only barely. Her eyes capture yours, lock them in place, and throw away the keys. “Yes, honey?” Jiu has never been good at hiding her smiles.

“Okay, let’s fuck her.”

“Yeah!” Jiu jumps with joy, and would have continued the alliteration if allotted adequate hours, but instead she kisses you again, on the nose, cheek, and lips before falling onto her back to undress.

Ignoring the storm of projectiles that Jiu’s clothes become, you actually take a good look at Gahyeon. Her eyes are still half closed, just like before. In fact, her whole face is slack, fully relaxed, not something you often see when your cock (or anyone’s) is fully stuffed down their esophagus. A light bidirectional breeze tickles your stomach at a steady rate though, so if there’s a lesson to be taken away here, it seems the real secret to comfortable deepthroat is to be entirely unresponsive to the dick you’re sucking. Both arms are resting to her right side, where they landed after she was told to sit up.

Once Jiu is naked though, things change up rapidly. She grabs Gahyeon by the hips and yanks backward. Being the ragdoll that she currently is, Gahyeon limply falls forward and end up with one cheek shoved up against your hip. Miraculously, your dick being so far down her throat is what prevents her from face planting at the foot of the bed. Jiu pays this awkward positioning no mind as she, bare-handed, rips apart the sides of Gahyeon’s shorts and the underwear beneath, as if you needed the reminder that she’s both the beauty and the beast in your relationship. If it turns out she pulled everything off correctly today, she might be the brains too… Nah, she’ll always be your favorite dumbass. How on Earth did she convince you that she taught university level chemistry?

You politely readjust Gahyeon so she’s flush with your pelvis again, and you start to thrust. “Gabriella…” you start.

“Gahyeon,” Jiu corrects you as she yanks Gahyeon’s legs back again, diving between them and hungrily pressing her face into Gahyeon’s ass crack.

“Right. Gahyeon, hold yourself up and suck.”

Oddly, she doesn’t do as she’s told. That’s not how this normally goes. You continue thrusting down her throat, kind of monotonously. “Gahyeon?”

Jiu comes up from Gahyeon’s ass for a breath and to let you know, “Oh. Yeah, sorry. I forgot to mention, you need to say the trigger word.”

“You gave her a trigger word?” you ask, actually somewhat impressed, “Nice! What is it?”

Jiu beams a cheesy smile. “It’s ‘titties!’”

FUCK.

“TITTIES?!” you can’t contain the shout. Gahyeon twitches, but otherwise remains unresponsive.

“Hehehe, yup!” Jiu looks so pleased with herself.

“It’s supposed to be something that she’s not likely to hear!”

Jiu cocks that eyebrow again and waves a dismissive hand. “Oh, no decent person says ‘titties’ in public.”

You palm your face with both hands. One isn’t enough. Gahyeon slides off your cock and face plants at the foot of the bed. So much for avoiding that. “Dammit, everybody says ‘titties’ in public these days! More and more people every day!”

“But…” Jiu takes a quick breath. “If more people are saying it every day, that means not everyone is saying it in public yet.”

Claw down your cheeks, leaving red streaks. “That’s not the fucking point, Jiu! Lots and lots of people say it these days, especially on college campuses!”

Jiu screws up her face the way she does when she tries really hard to find the answer to a tough question. “Okay, how do we get rid of it?”

“Just tell her, but it doesn’t go away immediately. Every time she hears it, it lasts a little longer.”

“Oh. Easy. Ey, Gahyeon! Forget about ‘titties’ okay? It’s not your trigger word anymore.”

You glare at Jiu, but she ignores it, happily going back to devouring whichever hole she was working on before.

“Okay,” you whisper, “okay okay okay. Gahyeon, get up on your elbows.”

This time, Gahyeon does as she’s told, propping herself up. Excellent. You lift her head by the chin. You’ve always had a thing for a good pair of lips—it’s no wonder that you’re dating Jiu (for that, among her many other qualities)—so you find yourself rather taken with Gahyeon’s. They’re very slightly thinner than Jiu’s, but they’re curvy, like the rest of the girl. You run your thumb over her lower lip, simply taking the time to admire her. Jiu has good taste. And if what Jiu’s told you about the attempted seductions is accurate, so does Gahyeon.

“Tell me if you can talk now,” you mumble.

“I can,” Gahyeon mumbles back. Her voice is kind of… creaky.

“Are you any good at sucking cock?”

“Yes.”

“And do you enjoy sucking cock?”

“Sometimes.”

You roll your eyes at the lukewarm answer and straighten up so that your dick is directly in front of Gahyeon’s lips again. “Tonight, you love sucking cock. So take it deep.”

It’s still a requirement to place your dick to Gahyeon’s lips before she starts. In the state she’s in, she can only really react to physical touch and sounds consistently. She should be able to see, but what she sees may not be exactly the same as what she perceives. You’d be very curious to know what she is currently perceiving, but her ability to describe it is most likely inadequate, or even entirely inaccurate.

Regardless, she does as she was told. Just like before, she gets all the way down, but now it’s intentional (technically). And she is loving it (technically). There’s not a gag to be heard as she takes your cock as far down her throat as it will go, backs away until the tip is at her lips, and the process repeats. The corners of her lips curl up into the tiniest smile (at least, more than usual).

“Honey? Mind if I use this slut’s mouth?” Jiu asks you after a bit.

You’re tempted to say no and follow through with this face fuck until completion, but you know what they say: Always let your girlfriend do whatever she wants with the sluts that she brings into the house under mysterious circumstances. It’s common courtesy.

“Sure thing, babe. Gahyeon, get on your back so you can service Jiu.”

Gahyeon’s movement is suspiciously sluggish, as she slowly extracts your cock from her throat. She blinks a few times before pushing herself onto her hands and knees.

“What’s taking you so long?” you ask.

“I don’t understand,” Gahyeon responds, stopping her movement altogether.

“What part?”

“I don’t know a Jiu.”

You’re briefly puzzled, but you figure out the problem in the moment immediately before Jiu clears the air.

“My students call me Ms. Kim.”

You scowl. “Not even ‘Professor’ Kim, huh?”

Jiu shakes her head and shrugs.

Annoyed, you grab Gahyeon by the arm. She has no mechanism to resist. “Don’t you respect your professors, Gahyeon?”

“No,” she says simply.

Annoyance justified, you continue, “Why not?”

“They claim authority that they don’t generally deserve.”

“What if they work really hard?”

“It doesn’t matter if their ability to teach is hampered by the school.”

“Then why go to school?!”

“Taking down an establishment is impossible without knowing it intimately.”

You and Jiu both blink in surprise.

“Well, okay… What about your cooking professor?”

“I love Ms. Kim.”

Jiu puts her hand to her mouth and squeaks out, “You do?”

“Yes.”

Well now you’re getting somewhere. You lay Gahyeon down on her back and release her arm. The handprint fades slowly. “Why do you love Ms. Kim?”

“She teaches a valuable, practical skill without being pretentious and doesn’t shill fascist propaganda to her students. She is also extremely attractive.”

You smirk at Jiu, but continue addressing Gahyeon, “Have you tried to seduce Ms. Kim?”

“Yes, with minimal effort to avoid disrupting her work.”

“How would you feel if you did disrupt her?”

“I would feel the need to apologize.”

Jiu’s lower lip quivers and her eyes glisten with tears yet again. Crying is not an incredibly uncommon occurrence for her.

“Would you consider being her slutty little sex slave?”

“No.”

What a fucking downer! All that build up only for her to reject the proposal! You and Jiu gawk at each other incredulously.

“What?!” you demand, “Why not?! You just said you tried seducing her and find her extremely attractive, both of which are totally valid!”

“Unbalanced power dynamics in sexual relationships are morally reprehensible.”

Jiu and you share a look down at Gahyeon’s supine form and back, and then you both burst into laughter. Forget her being a downer, this girl’s hilarious!

You give Gahyeon’s bare thigh a couple of hearty slaps. “Sure, sure! That’s a good one, Gahyeon. You want to be a slut for Jiu!”

Then you remember that Gahyeon doesn’t know Jiu as “Jiu,” so you open you mouth to course correct, but Jiu goes first.

“Yeah, you little slut! You are going to get weak in the knees for Ms. Kim from now on. Hearing her voice will make you uncontrollably horny. Her spit will be a delicacy to you.”

You smile broadly. Jiu really has learned a lot. She’s incepting Gahyeon correctly, using the second person future tense without contractions! What a fantastic, sinister girlfriend you found yourself!

“Your ‘morals’ will always be worth compromising when it comes to Ms. Kim,” Jiu keeps going, voice curiously peppy for something so dark, “Ms. Kim will own your holes, and your desire to please her in every way will rival your desire to undo the societal imbalances caused by authoritarian capitalists. You will do anything for Ms. Kim.”

Clap for that devious performance. Applaud, even. Jiu grins from ear to ear. “How was that, honey?”

“Excellent, babe! And for a first attempt, too? Incredible.”

Jiu blushes, “Well, I did try it once before on another student.”

You nod approvingly. “Did that one go just as well?”

“He hasn’t left his work station without first cleaning it in the last two weeks, so it seems to have been good!”

“Oh, that guy? I was wondering where all the complaints about him had gone.”

Jiu slips her hands beneath Gahyeon’s shoulders and yanks her to the side, finding a good position to straddle her head. “I can fill you in on the details later, but for now I think you should hurry up. Don’t want to let my new slut’s ass dry out.”

You hoist Gahyeon’s legs out of the way, dipping down to investigate. Indeed, her tiny rosebud is gleaming with saliva. So it was her asshole that Jiu was eating out! No sense in allowing such a lovely, courteous thing go to waste! Before you get back up and line up your cock, you give it a quick lick. You can’t help yourself. Jiu’s spit is delectable. Fitting, for such a good cook.

Speaking of fitting, your cock and Gahyeon’s ass? Fantastic fit. The preparation provided by Jiu is what really seals the deal though. The entry is a dream, metaphorically for you and something close to literally for Gahyeon. You expect you’ll have an absolute blast once you start fucking in earnest, but you want to wait for Jiu to get settled in first.

And Jiu does just that. She faces you and settles in on Gahyeon’s face, as expected, humming cheerfully. It’s hard to believe just how enamored you are with the way she wiggles side to side, getting a feel for the facial contours most suited to being seating.

“Get a taste of Ms. Kim’s pussy, Gahyeon, and tell her what you think of it,” you suggest, already knowing that Gahyeon is in for a treat.

Gahyeon sticks out her tongue, and immediately recoils with a gasp. “You taste so much better than I imagined!”

She knocked it out of the park with that one. It’s uncommon for anybody to show much of any enthusiasm in this state of mind unless they’re specifically told to.

“Awww!” Jiu coos, “You little sweetheart! Eat me out, deeply.”

Gahyeon seemed quite unbothered about sucking your cock, but she seems downright pumped about this. Her arms even leap up, blindly falling over Jiu’s thighs. Jiu squeals with delight as Gahyeon’s tongue flies over her clit, through her petals, and straight inside her. You can see the sparks in Jiu’s eyes before they shut tight, the instability in her legs before she presses her palms into Gahyeon’s breasts, and the crack of a smile before she groans in blissful passion. 

Oh, Jiu. Such a good woman, doing such bad things.

Suddenly, you remember you’re balls deep inside this girl’s ass. Right. You can admire Jiu and still get yourself off.

Pull back a stroke and slam back in. It doesn’t matter one bit to Gahyeon how rough you are, but you don’t want to do anything that would ruin Jiu’s enjoyment, so you push down on Gahyeon’s hips, pinning her mostly in place (it’s not perfectly effective) while you fuck her. 

That puts you and Jiu face to face. Heavy breaths hit each other over and over. You kiss. You lean into each other, nipping lips and necks, giggling darkly. Sharing a little sex toy like this is perfect for affirming your affection for each other. Jiu stares into your eyes, trying desperately not to blink as she reaches climax.

“Beautiful,” you whisper, caressing her trembling jawline.

When she manages to get a lungful of air, Jiu whimpers back, “I love you, honey.”

“Love you too,” you return. You punctuate with a new kiss, firmly gripping the back of Jiu’s head to ensure you can stay attached while you both pound and grind away. You even give her hair a tight little tug, which seems to give her a miniature, aftershock sort of orgasm.

Surely, you imagine, she must be all but drowning Gahyeon, but that’s no reason to stop. Not when the girl’s neurons are registering the fulfillment of her fantasies (whether they be brand new fantasies or older ones), and her body reacts accordingly, her pussy grooling all over your cock and making your ass-smashing even smoother. You even detect moment or two of slight tightening. All these orgasms urge you to join in, and you have no reason not to.

Except, perhaps, one.

You take Jiu’s hand and give her knuckles a quick kiss. “Jiu…”

She already knows. With a completely unnecessary seductive lip bite, she slips off of Gahyeon’s face and down until she’s fully on top of the girl, back to Gahyeon’s stomach, legs spread to fold around you.

Pull out of Gahyeon. The toy doesn’t matter anymore, not when you have Jiu below you. Your cum is for her. Without looking, you find her pussy easily, naturally, even. It’s unclear to you whether you were this close to cumming already or if it’s just Jiu’s body that speeds you along that path, but it begins as soon as you reach her furthest depths. Now this is a perfect fit. You drop on top of her, desperate for her mouth on yours again as you fill her with pump after pump after pump of your crème de la penis. She moans your name repeatedly between hitched breaths, and you repeat hers as well, voices indicative of a need that falls on every level of the hierarchy. Only once you’ve been thoroughly depleted do you notice the little sharp pains of Jiu’s nails digging into your shoulder and back.

Neither of you move, if you don’t include your heaving chests, focusing on each other’s eyes and bathing in each other’s auras. This time, you say it first, “I love you, Jiu.”

“I love you,” she tells you back.

The three words practically turn into a chant, until each of you is smiling uncontrollably and rubbing your noses together as if you can’t come up with something more interesting to do.

Eventually, as all things must end, you break apart with a last giggle. You’ve gone soft, but you don’t know when exactly your spent dick fell out of Jiu. Taking a quick look, she’s leaking an incredible amount of cum directly onto her student’s pussy.

Sighing wistfully, Jiu reaches back over her shoulder to stroke Gahyeon’s hair. “Well, how long do you think it will be before she’s begging me to use her?”

“Well, normally it takes a few months for someone to mull it over, but every time she goes under it’ll speed things up. If someone were to give her a super common trigger that she’ll hear accidentally multiple times a day… maybe two, three weeks?”

Jiu whines incoherently and rolls off of Gahyeon’s body, casually grabbing a boob and rolling it about. “Oh, I’m sorry for having faith in humanity, that people would have the decency not to say ‘titties’ in public. Anyway… I guess I’ll just have to keep her close while I wait.”

You nod approvingly and massage the back of Jiu’s leg.

“Hey, since you said she wants to be my slut tonight, what do you think would happen if I woke her up right now?” Jiu asks. She doesn’t wait for an answer. “Gahyeon, wak—”

Your anxiety spikes.

[comfortless]

AHH I was the anon from the Bear!Ko ask ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I adore it so much like I’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair your ideas are CHEFS KISS AND IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE PROMPTT

Definitely not excited that you’re considering more hybrid stuff.. TEEHEE ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

BUT YEAH JUST THOUGHT TO DROP SOMETHING NEW CUZ WHY NOT! Maybe Ko being deployed on a mission to some wild terrain, having to camp out on the grounds for a while by himself. Reader taking interest in the behemoth and toying with him until he finds out they’re a fae or nymph

Or a game of hide and seek.. in the dark.. with him.. maybe even a wolf!ko

ONCE AGAIN ID LOVE TO SEE YOU WORK UR MAGIC ON THESE IDEAS (｡♥‿♥｡)

hi, 🧸!! working on something with a lycanthrope Kö at the moment, but this is… well it is something! i adore the idea of König with a cute (insatiable) nymph!! definitely give @cookiepie111’s Drink From The Leche of Sirens a read if you haven’t already. <3

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. fae nonsense (reader is a tree nymph), vague smut.

It isn’t that he ever intended to be here, not really. Simple surveillance, Fender had told him. Any knowing soldier would recognize the equipment that did not even need hands to tend to it, the cameras that should be set and monitored, and yet there were none in place here— just König, a loaded gun, and the stillness of the forest that seemed to stretch ever onward.

There’s been a lapse for the past week, with Kortac’s most adept at retrieving information out seeking just that, off with their radios constantly abuzz and adrenaline running rampant through their veins.

There’s an envy harbored somewhere in the back of his skull, twittering and hissing when he thinks on it too much… shelved for an uncharacteristic mistake to be left here amongst plants and scattered animal sounds, a temporary solace that would be ripped away when something new came through the chain of command; an overabundance of the very things he would care to think less about.

König hasn’t seen another person in days, not out here, tracking a vehicle carrying supposed smuggled weapons. There are no tire tracks, not even air traffic passing above: only gloom, loneliness, and the chill of early spring.

Then the abandoned house, where he takes refuge. It’s dated: the furniture all in various states of disarray, shattered porcelain about the kitchen and vaulted ceilings so high he doesn’t even need to bother with ducking to cross from room to room. It’s old on the exterior, stately, with vines creeping up its walls to reach the warmest height to bloom. Though internally, it is clear the place has not been left to rot for long: no loose boards, no holes in the ceiling or floor, just seemingly preserved somehow, as though time itself had come to still.

He doesn’t mind the daily patrols through the forest, the pensive stalking and creeping to find any hint of what he was after. Even through the night, when sleep forgets to lure him in for warmth and comfort amidst the pollen and silence, the walking never seems to grate on him.

There are lights, often, amongst the trees, faint pulses of glowing white that dissipate the moment his gaze sweeps over them. He’s read the fairytales as a child, even witnessed Conor get so drunk once that he shared his own tales of the ‘wee folk’, but König would feel a fool to believe any of that at face value. Most of his own kind were not interested in him, shying away with laughter or pitying gazes the moment he approached, so why would anything else be drawn to a man who could never quite scrub the blood from his fingernails or keep a conversation from spinning out into silence and uneasy glances?

It’s during one of these nightly walks that he first sees her, a vision bathed beneath the milky glow of the moon, ethereal, yet still nothing short of a proper blessing from the earth. Despite the distance from his path to her own, her body looks soft, bare and gentle. The growing thorns and clusters of ivy do not scrape her, only gently pull aside as she walks, tender and swaying like the petals sprung up from the plants for little fingers ghost over.

He only thinks that, assuredly, he’s lost his mind. The vision fades away when she looks at him, curls her lips into a smile… and then it is all gone. She leaves not a trace, no footprints indented into the soil he knows he had only just watched her tread. The flowers he saw her pull into being have vanished, too. All that remains is a dulled aura of dread, a strange thing that he has not felt in years, if ever at all.

König does not think of the woman until she appears again, during the day amidst the leaves of a sprawling sycamore. She lies against the bark, body resting over a healthy branch where she sleeps in a position so demure it sets his heart ablaze. The breeze caresses her hair, something he wishes to feel beneath his own fingertips; it whistles over her bare skin while the sun bathes her in rays of gold, filtered out through pinprick partings in the leaves, begs, pleads for him to touch. Forbidden fruit, too lofty to touch, too dainty for ash and blood.

He only walks away, carries on with the focus of his mission, reminds himself of every time that he’s sought some semblance of companionship and how those escapades had all simmered down to nothing but taunting echoes for sleepless nights. There was no need for any more ghosts, not even the pretty ones.

With nothing else in sight, he returns to that house where time halts and loses himself to want; swallows dry when he frees himself of his buckle and pulls out his growing erection. A release and an expelling of memory all in one.

He thinks of her, of her graceful walk amidst the darkened woods, of the way she lay, perfectly unscathed and beautiful, unknowing of any thing that plagues him, scatters from his grim expression right down to his very marrow. The imaginings… he would never speak of them, perhaps would only have the information pried from him that he thought of her smile when he spilled himself into his palm, but only if she came to beg for it with a voice he imagines must be tree sticky and sweet like warmed honey. Only if she came for him.

There lies a meadow just past an abrupt opening in the tree line, small and subdued by outstretched branches that curl over the grass and wildflowers still yet to bloom. No chill lingers here, as though summer stretches over the little glade and settles atop it with its warmth, masks even the little pond that does not seem to carry the same frosted panes of ice that the others he had seen do. There is fruit, puny red berries and hefty pears causing their limbs to bend, gently set them down for the earth and all of the animals roaming about to eat.

And he knows he’s stumbled upon her home.

He finds his voice when she peeks at him from behind the trunk, wide-eyed and curious with the softest curl about her lips, playful but tentative.

“Hallo,” he whispers, raising his gloved hand as if to wave, but curling his fingers into his palm instead. He’s horribly uncertain, caught between the alarming thought that he’s dealing with some perturbing nudist or something… else entirely.

“Hello,” she says, almost shy as she unveils herself from behind the tree, takes a step toward him with a tender look in her eyes and a long draw of breath. Sets his nerves at ease with her silent admittance that she, too, at least seemed wary.

König immediately tells her why he’s here, not in full detail, sparing the poor doe the tedium and the confidential bits that would likely only make her head spin, and then… he mentions how he had seen her, how the forest seemed to yield to her whims, her dancing beneath the moon that appeared to shine only for her. He gives her a curious look, undetectable beneath the darkened hood, pleads for her to explain in his own silent sort of way.

“I have seen you too,” she says instead, curling her arms behind her back, pushing out her chest, and… he doesn’t think to ask any further.

She’s the loveliest thing that he has ever seen or felt: places herself right into his lap when she guides him down to the grass. There’s sap on her fingertips when she presses them to his lips, curiously grazing them over his mouth as he speaks to her about the forest, a forest he’s already deemed to be her own, obscure princess that she was. She giggles when he dares to lick over each intruding digit, even gives a shaky, soft sigh when he suckles at one.

The nymph whispers things into his ear that he’s never heard before: things about each sprouting plant, of other things that hide away in the shade beneath branches and how they had all seen him too, about the earth and life and softer secrets about her beloved tree. Home and love without ever daring to speak words so simple. She does not ask about the dreadful things he does not think about, only lies back in the grass when he praises her beauty and the lovely notes of her voice.

He thinks for a moment that he should not touch her, should not have her grace wasted on something like him, but she rises up only enough to kiss him through the hood and he finds himself tugged down to tickling blades of grass and his mind finally does quiet.

She cradles him close as he claims her love for his own, steals sap from her lips and follows her sighs to a comforting oblivion. Her hands find his neck, his shoulders to offer gentle touches, tracing patterns like the intricate twisting of vines against his flesh all while he praises their union, her sweetness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s spent with her, the day seems to to stretch on for an eternity with the sun high above, but when he wakes… he is back inside of the old, quiet house, lying in the bed he knows with a certainty that he’s never even touched. Fender’s voice is calling to him over the radio, clipped and demanding for a report, one that proves nothing at all, a barrage of words filled with wonder and bliss with no intel on the mission.

And König isn’t shocked by the leave he’s given once he does return to base the following day. Three weeks time would be just enough to clear his head, regain his focus, pull money from his account to purchase that lonesome old house in the forest. He couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing such an angel again, never hearing the soft chittering of her voice or being blessed with the feeling of her beneath him, intertwined like the vines she so loved.

#könig x reader

[goldenhypen]

"Idk if your requests are open but if they are could you write where Jay’s s/o watched the new concept trailer & they’re jealous of that girl😭like even tho they’re dating cuz who is this girl that’s against your chest & putting her lips on his neck" sunghoon ver.?

lollll this is so funny to me. when the trailer came out i told everyone that if they write or find fics inspired by the trailer to tell me about them so i could read them (and not write them myself 😭) but here i am,, writing them myself 😭 how did this even happen? idek 😭 but this idea do be giving me butterflies frfr

a disbelieving scoff filled the room as it brushed past your lips.

“what is she doing to you?!” you cried. “what are you doing to her?!”

sunghoon smirked, with his tongue poking his cheek.

he had put enhypen’s new comeback trailer on the tv displayed in front of you two, showing off to you what he and his group had been working on. but you were not having it.

sunghoon started, “i think i kinda like this look on you.”

“what look?”

“you’re jealous,” he drew out. such a tease.

“i’m not jealous! you should just know that a golden rule for boyfriend duty is to not do obvious things like treat other girls—who are not your girlfriend!—in a romantic manner!” you argued back.

“and how exactly did i break this said rule?” he questioned, perking a brow.

“uhm?! let me see,” you got your counting fingers ready. “protecting her, making her laugh, making her cry tears of joy, fighting for her, hugging her… the list goes on, hoon! you even hurt your members for her!”

“it was only acting, y/n. it’s different.”

“ah—no. no, no, no,” you said. “you don’t get to use that as an excuse! what about my feelings?” you looked down with sad eyes as you let out your last words under your breath, really only for you to hear, “you’re mine.”

“what was that? i didn’t catch that,” sunghoon said with an evident smirk plastered on his face. well, according to that look, he most definitely did hear you. he just wanted to hear it again.

“you’re mine,” you let out out weakly.

“of course you are,” he said, smiling as he reached out and pulled you into his chest. “and that’s exactly why you are and always will be the only one who i will allow myself to love like i love you.”

“and how exactly so?” you asked playfully, peaking up at him. “show me.”

he smiled before pulling you up with his hands cupping your jaw, bringing you closer until his soft lips connected with yours.

he kissed you, and continued doing so until either of your breaths were stolen away, and you pulled back, meeting his eyes, panting, only to find he was already looking into yours.

“convinced now?”

after that kiss? yes, it was a very good reminder. but you wanted more.

you shook your head.

“well then, let me see what i can do about that,” he said with a smirk before pulling you over his lap, pressing his lips against yours passionately for another many more.

a/n. y’all requests are closed 😭 this was fun, but no more please 😭

#em answers #lovely anon #❄︎ #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon reactions #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon drabbles #park sunghoon #sunghoon #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen drabbles #enhypen sunghoon

[ggfj84]

"You realize we're practically the Gilmore Girls."

"How do you figure?"

Sitting on the edge of a table in Cyborg’s once-pristine lab, Nightwing drew Batman’s cape tighter around his body. "Well, you took me in when I was eight and you were twenty-four. That means I was born when you were sixteen."

"And that makes us the Gilmore Girls?" Bruce asked as his hands ran over the edge of the destroyed concrete and steel.

NIghtwing shrugged or as best he could with his banged-up arm. "It's a TV show about a young mother from a rich family who had a kid at sixteen, runs away, and works her way up from being a maid at an inn.”

“I see the very few similarities. Hard work. Young parent.”

“The biggest difference really is that her front desk personnel is French Canadian, not British, so he doesn't make questionably edible cucumber sandwiches."

Batman let out a noise that could have been misconstrued as a laugh. “Don’t let Alfred hear you.”

“I mean, they’re not terrible, but I wouldn’t call them good.”

The conversation hit a lull then, allowing pain and exhaustion to find Nightwing again. The lab explosion – set off by Lex Luthor or Gorilla Grodd or whoever was now a part of the Secret Society of Super Villains – had trapped them in a collapsed pocket of the Watchtower. Nightwing couldn’t tell how long they’d been holed up, but it had been some time since he regained consciousness.

“Keep talking,” Batman demanded as he picked up his tablet and began to type. 

NIghtwing rolled his eyes. “You know that’ll take up more oxygen, and we don’t know if we’re cut off from the watchtower’s tanks.”  

“We are, but if you lose consciousness again, we’ll be in a worse predicament.”

Which was why Nightwing currently wore Batman’s cape, despite the fact that there could be people who didn’t know Batman’s identity right outside the wall of twisted metal and concrete.

Blood had already caked upon Nightwing’s forehead and cheek from a rogue piece of concrete that hit him. He pointedly ignored the limp arm that lay across his hip as his legs dangled over the edge of the lab table.

“You just had to invite me today, didn’t you?”

“Of course, I did,” Batman said as a matter of fact, not even looking up from his tablet. “Today’s our anniversary.”

“Our what!” NIghtwing let out a high-pitched laugh. “Bruce, last time I checked, you did not put a ring on it.”

“I put one on Selina.” Batman frowned at a particular reading on his tablet and tapped across the screen. “On this day, fifteen years ago, you ran the gauntlet and officially became my partner.”

NIghtwing ducked his head, though he knew it wouldn’t hide the sudden heat that rushed to his cheeks. “You remember that? You have literally forgotten my birthday five times, but you remember Batman and Robin’s anniversary.”

“Twice,” Bruce corrected.

“Twice what?”

“I’ve only forgotten your birthday twice.”

This, Nightwing knew well. “It’s definitely five times.” He lifted a finger for each point. “The latest one, the second one, my eleventh birthday, my fourteenth birthday cuz I wanted a quad and didn’t get it, and my twenty-first.”

Batman sighed, and even though Nightwing could read Batman’s face almost as well as Bruce’s, he found the distressed lines across Bruce’s forehead and the tightening of his jaw unnerving.

“When you were turning fourteen, there was no way I was buying you that death machine, and I didn’t want to see you disappointed. So I left Alfred to give you your consolation present, and Wally was throwing you a birthday party in Central City anyway. You didn’t need me there.

“When you turned twenty-one, you were celebrating most holidays with your friends, and I would have simply been the chaperone you no longer needed. So I gave Wally my credit card number and told him to charge everything to me.”

Why didn’t Wally tell him? “Bruce, I didn’t – ”

“And on your last birthday, I visited you, even brought you drinks at Bea’s. I would have given you a present if I thought you would have taken it.”

Dick thought back to his last birthday. As Ric, he didn’t even remember the day was special. He drove his cab for ten hours and then crashed at Bea’s bar in the evening, where a friendly guy named Matches struck up a conversation and – shit.

“You know what?” Nightwing motioned toward their quasi-cage. “I feel this whole situation is entrapment.”

Batman gave him a flat, exasperated glower. “You just had to say it, didn’t you?”

“I can’t let a good pun go.” Nightwing shrugged. “Any luck finding us a way out?”

“I have a contingency plan.”

“Awesome. Let’s do it.”

Batman looked absolutely pained. “I’d rather wait a few more minutes. Unless you are in need of immediate medical attention, I think I’d like to see if I come up with a different exit strategy.”

“Bruce.” It was not a whine but damn close to one. “We’ve been in here for hours.”

“Twenty-two minutes.”

“My arm is broken, and I probably have a concussion. I just want some painkillers and my bed. Whatever plan you have, do it already.”

“Hm.” Batman grumbled and then said in the lowest, most menacing growl possible, “Superman, help.”

The frustrated and annoyed look on Bruce’s face when Clark arrived was the best present Dick ever received.  

#Dick Grayson #Nightwing #Bruce Wayne #Batman #batfamily #batdad #batfam #batfamily feels #ggfj84 writes

[twogyuu]

wishing on airplanes

Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader

Synopsis:

"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars?" -- Airplanes, B.o.B. ft. Hayley Williams

Genre: Fluff, crack at the end, mild slowburn bc reader is SHY, pilot!wonwoo, doctor!reader, head in the clouds!couple (can be read as a stand alone), supportive besties!mingyu and seokmin

Warnings: Food, profanity, low-key illegal activity (pls don't attempt irl 💀), corn, cheese, a helping of cliche

WC: ~3k

A/N: Will tumblr finally accept my pilot!wonwoo agenda and let it post to the tags?? 😭 Italics indicate past event.

I will stop tagging you bestie cuz I don't wanna annoy you with this constant trying to post to the tags, but if you're reading this . . . you know who you are and it wasn't your fault this time . . . just . . . huxley!wonwoo ya know 😭

“Is this even allowed?” you asked, whispering loudly. Hand in hand, Wonwoo pushed open the metal door, the neon red ‘EXIT’ sign glowing overhead, leading you outside. 

The night greeted you with a strong wind whipping you in the face. You grimaced at the icy air, unintentionally squeezing his hand a little tighter than before. You shivered, pulling together the collar of your white puffer jacket to prevent any of the cold seeping underneath your clothes. Coming to his work place at 4AM wasn’t really your idea of “help” getting better sleep. 

You had been on nights covering for one of your colleagues for a week now. Coming off and readjusting to “normal” human hours was rather difficult. Unfortunately, you tossing and turning in bed also meant Wonwoo didn’t sleep well either. 

“It’s not like you don’t sneak around with me at the hospital either,” Wonwoo retorted playfully.

You scowled at him, knowing very well what he was referring to. There were times when he visited you on those night shifts, well past visiting hours. You’d let him in through the underground parking ramp and he’d hang out in your office while you wrapped up notes and final orders for patients, stomachs clenched and fingers crossed that most of your patients were tucked away and sleeping well for most of the night – hopeful that no emergencies would come up. When you finished, rather than sleeping,the little free time you had was spent sitting with him on the helipad on the hospital rooftop, overseeing the city. Perhaps you’d share convenience store snacks that he brought or dinners from the hospital cafeteria that had gone cold while you were running around.

Though those moments of peace were far and few (and technically not allowed), you were grateful Wonwoo would risk them to see you while he can. There was something about sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, feet dangling over the edge several stories above ground with the person you loved most. The police and ambulance sirens sounded pleasant for once. The yellow lights outlining the resident's rectangular windows felt like reachable stars. The wind was refreshing on your face. Cheap food tasted expensive. 

“Get in,” Wonwoo told you. He gestured to the cart with orange cones hooked onto the rails of the back seat as he rounded the corner. “We’re going for a drive.”

You cocked your head at him curiously, sucking in a sharp breath as you let his hand slip away from your own. “Usually when people say ‘let’s go for a ride,’ they don’t mean on a golf cart?”

“It’s not a golf cart,” Wonwoo explained, “This is a ‘luggage trolley.’”

He patted the empty spot on the cream-colored cushion beside him. 

Had this been anyone else, you would’ve left already. But you were just kind of whipped for Wonwoo, so you complied and climbed in. 

When you were settled, his foot pressed on the gas and the ‘luggage trolley’ took off at a speed faster than you expected. You startled and latched onto the black metal pole overhead to steady yourself. 

“Where are we going?” you asked for the umpteenth time that evening.  

“You’ll see,” Wonwoo replied. 

“Jeon Wonwoo,” you protested. He had been answering you the same every time you asked. From the moment he suggested the two of you go out for the night to when you entered the airport through the side door. To be frank, you were growing anxious – was any of this even allowed? Legal? This was government property you were sneaking around on, not just a local hospital. If the wrong people found out, he might lose his job. 

“You trust me, right?” Wonwoo asked. 

“Yeah,” you replied a little too fast for your liking. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him smiling softly to himself. “I think,” you added. 

“Trust me a little longer then,” Wonwoo said. “Tonight . . . I want to make a wish – and I hope it comes true.”

A spark shot from your heart to your limbs, your fingertips tingling and growing numb at his words. Wonwoo was perhaps the calmest and steadiest person you’ve ever met – you loved that about him, but there was always something that never failed to make you feel giddy. You swore that if someone took an EKG of your heart right now, there would be premature ventricular contractions on your strip. 

“You know what sucks about the city?” you pondered aloud. You leaned back on the heels of your palms, tilting your head back to look at the sky. You imagined it was deep navy blue – almost purple, speckled with bright stars. A waning gibbous moon would adorned your view.

The key word was ‘imagined.’

Wonwoo hummed, turning to look at you. 

“It’s so fucking polluted and there are so many lights, we can’t see what the sky looks like,” you explained. Your lips crumpled into a tight line as you kicked your feet childishly. “That’s the one thing missing from a nice and simple moment like this.”

Wonwoo looked up to see what you were talking about – and you weren’t wrong. The sky was a heavy gray. Smokestacks from buildings added to the color. There wasn’t a star in sight – only blinking red lights from skyscrapers and bright yellow ones from planes streaking across the sky in the distance. 

He smirked and offered, “We can pretend.”

You tore your gaze from the pitiful sky and cocked an eyebrow at your boyfriend. 

He pointed in the distance, his finger tracking along with a blinking yellow light. “Make a wish,” he chortled, “A shooting star.”

“That’s a plane, Wonwoo,” you chuckled, bumping his shoulder. 

“A shooting star,” he retorted.

“Plane!”

He frowned at you playfully and gave in quickly. Scooting closer to you, thighs pressing against one another, he reached for your hand, entangling your fingers with his own. His fingers rested comfortably in the crevices of your hand, quick to close the little space between your palms. Your gaze lingered on your intertwined hands, a gentle smile dancing on your lips at the simple gesture. Your lips were so pretty – chapped indeed, but pretty and plush. His eyes traced along the tip of your nose, up the slope, and stopping at the curve of your lids. Your lashes kissed the highs of your cheeks, fluttering gently with each blink. 

In all the dresses and makeup looks you’ve tried in your time together, perhaps this was the most beautiful version of you – sans the eyebags, of course. 

Raw and real. 

Tired, but unwavering.

You’ve known each other for almost a decade, pined after you for three years, and loved you loudly (Wonwoo’s version of loud at least) for another three. 

He didn’t regret waiting for you – he was grateful; lucky even. Perhaps it was seemingly illogical to his friends and they’d never understand why he did, but it felt right and it ended right.  

“Shooting star,” Wonwoo insisted. He gave your hand a small squeeze. “I’m a pilot who drives it – I’ll grant your wish. What do you wish for?” 

You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief, but giggling softly and relenting into his fantasies. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, your eyes still tracking the blinking light. It was growing smaller as it flew further from you. You wondered when it would disappear. “I’m . . . not sure. I’m pretty content, ya know. I have a stable job and I make money now – though the hours could be better. My family’s happy, I’m happy,” you peered at him, your gaze softening, tenderness swimming in your irises, “I have you – I hope you’re happy. I don’t know what else I could really wish for right now.”

Wonwoo didn’t tease. Wonwoo didn’t ask more questions. Wonwoo didn’t share what he would wish for – though he did wish for something that night. Only a comfortable silence ensued, settling between the two of you like a shared plush throw blanket on a chilly night.

“You know what would be funny?” Wonwoo asked, a random thought popping into his head. 

“Hm?” you hummed, playing with his fingers. 

“What if one day, I show up to your work and land a helicopter here?” Wonwoo laughed – it was the deep, awkward one that only lasted two beats before he choked it back. 

“You can maneuver a helicopter?” you asked.

“Can’t be that different from a plane, can it?” 

“I don’t know.”

“Oh c’mon – I’ve been flying for almost a decade now.”

“If your blades take out the antennas and the wi-fi goes out,” you threw a glance behind you, “I’m gonna pretend I don’t know you.”

Another bout of laughter bellowed from his chest – the kind where he threw his head back and his nose crinkled in the process. You didn’t think what you said was that funny, but you liked to see him happy.

It was strange. He was strange for the remainder of the night.

He laughed a little too hard – you swore someone several blocks away from the hospital could hear him. He smiled a little too wide that his cheekbones puffed up and crinkled the corners of his eyes. He asked more random questions than usual. 

You knew he was hiding something, but at the same time, it didn’t feel . . . bad. 

You brushed off the unfamiliar feeling, figuring he’d tell you in due time what he was thinking that evening on the rooftop. 

He was Jeon Wonwoo after all: Quiet, but honest. Seemingly cold and closed off, but endearingly straightforward. 

It would all reveal itself in due time. 

“We’re here,” Wonwoo announced as the cart came to a halt. He twisted the key, turning off the engine. 

You hopped off and looked around, taking in your surroundings. 

It didn’t look like much. It was a short strip of tarmac, surrounded by brown reefs and weeds. A little shed stood off to the side. Though there didn’t seem to be anyone inside, light streamed through the window. You assumed this area was probably reserved for smaller, private aircrafts. 

You turned to face him, your boyfriend of two years. 

There was it again: the smile that was all too big. The breathy chuckle that didn’t seem appropriate for the situation. He shyly tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans and walked towards you, stopping a couple feet in front of you. 

“So?” you asked, tilting your head. 

Wonwoo dipped his chin to his chest, pressing his lips into a thin line as he collected his thoughts. Kicking the pebbles along the tarmac, his warm, sweaty fingers wrapped around the metal piece in his pocket. The press of the cool material against his skin felt reassuring – a reminder that it would all be okay, that this was the right thing to do. 

The right time, though the situation wasn’t exactly . . . movie-esque romantic.

There was no way you’d say no, right?

“Wonwoo?” you tried again. “What are we doing here?”

“You remember . . . a few weeks ago, I asked you to wish on a shooting star?” Wonwoo stammered. He looked up at you, inhaling deeply and held it for a moment before letting out an equally deep breath. “On the helipad?”

“Yeah?” you asked rhetorically more than you did reply. You furrowed your brows together wondering why he would bring up the situation. “Again, it was a plane though.”

His composure faltered for a moment at your words as he fought the growing smile on his lips. Wonwoo’s heart pounded against his chest, so loud, it drummed over the rush of blood in his ears. He was grateful the only source of light was from the shed right now – if you saw how red his ears were, you’d laugh at him. 

Wonwoo walked towards you until his sneakers and your slippers were toe-to-toe. Close, but not far enough. He extended a hand, reaching for your left one, caressing it in his palm. His thumb brushed back and forth over your knuckles, purposely stopping on the ring finger. He applied light pressure on it, watching your expression change at the realization of what was happening. 

“Since you’re so realistic,” Wonwoo slipped his other hand out of his pocket, rolling with the silver band between his own fingers, “What if we wish on an airplane instead?”

“Jeon Wonwoo, what are you –”

As if on cue, a sputtering of an engine grew louder and closer. You looked up to find a small airplane circling around the both of you. There was a banner attached to the tail reading: “WILL YOU MARRY ME?” in bold black letters, fairy lights lighting up the white edges.

Wonwoo chuckled, his cheeks burning hot right now. He was probably red all over. 

“What do you say, Y/N?” he swallowed, letting his grin burst through finally.

You remained silent. Your lips fell agape as your eyes trailed after the aircraft . . . this had to be a joke. This was not the proposal you were expecting from your Wonwoo. The Wonwoo. 

Jeon Wonwoo who was sophisticated. Jeon Wonwoo who was classy. Jeon Wonwoo who was practical. Jeon Wonwoo who was not cheesy.

Nevertheless, you too were blushing and growing hot. Your fingers slipped out of his hold as you pressed the back of your frigid fingers against your cheeks to cool them. You didn’t even realize it, but you were hyperventilating as your eyes flickered frantically around. 

“Oh my god, Jeon Wonwoo, if this isn’t the most corny thing ever,” you muttered, trying to maintain your composure. You knew any minute now, you’d burst like a firework on New Years at midnight. “When did you get so . . . I dunno . . . cliche?”

You turned away, but he was quick to catch your wrist. 

“Aww, c’mon,” he teased, chuckling. He knew you were flustered. “I can’t be that bad of a candidate if you’ve been dating me for three years now. I even got Mingyu to help me out.”

You whipped your head to the shed to find his friend waving at you from the door of the shed. 

“Did she say ‘yes’?!” Mingyu exclaimed. “Should I tell Seokmin to come down?!”

Tugging you back to face him, Wonwoo grinned even wider – though he was doing his best to hide the distress of how long it was taking you to answer him. 

There was no way you’d say no, right?

Your eyes were glued to the ground, refusing to look up at him. Yet you knew, he was giving you that look – where his eyes grew tender, his eyebrows raised slightly. There was a patient and calm expression resting on his handsome features. 

 Like he did two years ago when he first confessed his feelings for you.

"I think," Wonwoo started, a slight shake in his voice. He shook his head, trying to dissipate the nerves. "No – I want to be by your side as long as possible. Fake dates to your family's weddings, in the rain because we didn't bring our umbrella, late night helipad talks – I want it all." Wonwoo held up the silver ring between the two of you, the sound of the engine still sputtering in the distance, though further now. "As corny as I am, marry me and stay by my side . . . Hopefully forever?"

Finally, you snapped, a small chortle falling from your pretty lips. You let out a small whine in the process. 

"You're really proposing to me in my pajamas?" you asked.

Wonwoo shrugged. "You look cute to me."

You rolled your eyes, cupping his jaw in your palms. You peered at his eyes – though dark, you swore you could see the galaxy in them. Wonwoo can wish on airplanes; you’d wish on the stars in his eyes.

You sighed, feigning nonchalance. "I guess . . . I wouldn’t mind spending forever with you."

You had half expected him to punch you in the shoulder. However, unlike the first confession, he snaked his arms around your waist and eagerly captured your lips in a kiss. Though initiating it was hasty, there was no sense of urgency in the moment nor was it heated and passionate. Your lips slotted together perfectly, the pace steady. In that moment, forever seemed possible.

"I was kidding – I would love to spend forever with you," you gasped when the two of you came up for air. As if to make a point, you pecked his lips once more.

"I know,” you felt his hands tighten around the small of your back, pulling you into his chest. “You’re kind of bad with feelings, you know? It wouldn’t hurt to be a little more . . . explicit, you know. I was scared you were going to say ‘no’ for a moment there.”

You chortled, throwing your arms around his shoulders. Your thumbs brushed along the nape of his neck, playing with the hairs sticking out from under his beanie. “I’d never pass up such an opportunity.”

“Glad I could kiss you wholeheartedly this time instead of holding myself back," Wonwoo joked. He let out a sigh of relief. "I really did want to do it the first time I told you.”

Before you could tease him for it, however, the both of you heard Mingyu shout from afar.

"Can Seokmin stop flying yet?!"

You and Wonwoo pulled apart and turned towards the intruder of the moment. Wonwoo’s hand slipped from your back and rested on your waist, while your hands were pressed against his chest. 

“I have one more thing to tell you,” Wonwoo mumbled. 

“Hm?” you hummed. 

“Would you believe me if I told you that I let Mingyu and Seokmin plan out my proposal?” 

That did explain a lot. 

(You were grateful nonetheless.)

#wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #wonwoo

[takenbypeter]

Heyo you already know it’s gonna be Peter Maximoff! Sooooo reader and Peter are a couple but sleep in separate dorms?rooms? idk what you would call it but they obvi live in Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. Anyways, reader told Peter she was going to bed a little earlier just to tell him. He agrees without putting too much thought into it and continues on whatever he’s doing. Until he’s getting ready for bed and goes into his closet and notices….. one of his shirts are missing. He is speeding around looking for it even though he technically doesn’t need it at this millisecond, it’s just the thought of him not knowing where it is that’s bugging him. He cannot find it anywhere in his room. So he goes out….. assuming somebody is messing with him. Wakes up the guys who might’ve done it like Cyclops, Nightcrawler, even the Beast cuz he just “KNOWS”. Probably cuz Peter knows he’s a bit (a lot) of a butthead to them and maybe someday they’ll want some payback and today was the day. But all of them denied it and Peter is going absolutely insane. He now gets all the X-men in one room and THEY ARE NOT LEAVING UNTIL THIS CASE IS SOLVED (his band t-shirts are a priority). Somebody has to be lying and he brings in the big guns. He’s woken up Xavier. (yes he woke him up, put him in his wheelchair, and sped him into the room) He would’ve just asked Jean to read their minds but she might try to protect Cyclops or something. The arguing got louder since the X-men were all now stuck in a room, annoyed at Peter for waking them up, and still don’t really know what the heck is going on. Reader wakes up from the noise to see what all the bickering was about. There she opens the door all eyes on her staring right at the supposed “missing” shirt she was wearing. Heads turning back to Peter most (all) of them with angry faces and reader with a confused look. Peter sweetly walks to reader without an anger in sight. (he’s never angry at her and thinks she looks cute in the shirt) He comforts her as if nothing had happened and puts her back to sleep. The team’s jaws just drops in utter disbelief. A couple minutes later he comes back to the angry faces and awkwardly apologizes. As soon as he noticed he’s got no sympathy he speeds aways. Let’s just say there was a bit of a goose chase throughout the night until they tackled him down. This is just a silly and LONG request. Sorry :/

Too Cute To Blame

Peter Maximoff x reader

Words: 1561

Authors note: hey hey bestie 🌺 so glad to get a request from you, I loved this idea so funny 🤣thanks for the request and enjoy

It was another one of those nights in the X-mansion. No missions, no actual fighting, it was just a normal day filled with a number of training and lessons to practically bore your mind, but you knew they were important. At least it was over for the day.

You were currently in your boyfriend Peter’s room as you two typically were, if not your own. It was getting late and he was spread out on his mattress with his eyes shut and his hands folded together behind his head while he bobbed it to his music that played throughout the room.

You listened too, initially starting the night cuddled against him until you got slightly bored and opted to read in his desk chair.

But as you checked the clock that he had displayed underneath some papers you realized just how late it was and that's when you decided to call it quits for the night.

Packing up your things you got up and leaned over him, “I’m heading to my room, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say and with his eyes closed he puckered his lips and you bent down to meet them for a quick kiss. “Goodnight,” you said and he repeated.

As you stood back up you looked around making sure you weren’t forgetting anything and that’s when your eyes landed on one of his band shirts. It was in his clean clothing pile on the floor with other clothes and before you could give it another thought, you took it.

You didn’t think it was a big deal but apparently it was.

Peter stayed up for about two more hours before he decided to at least attempt at sleep. After getting up from his lazy position he zoomed on over to his pile that he just washed and searching through it he realized the shirt he was planning on wearing was gone.

He knew he washed it, he absolutely washed it…didn’t he? Great now he was questioning himself.

Instead of thinking about it too much he continued his search practically tearing apart his closet, and dirty laundry bin in search of the black graphic tee.

It wasn’t a big deal or anything, it’s not like this was going to bug him for the rest of his life.

…except it was.

As he searches and searches, double checking every nook and cranny he finally comes to the conclusion that it’s not in here.

As a new thought popped into his brain he squinted while tilting his head, someone took his shirt.

“No he wouldn’t,” he mumbled to himself before he thought about it some more and let out a weary, “he would.”

And that’s when he sped off.

He knew exactly where he was headed to first. Scott’s room.

When he got to the place that he barely stepped foot in, he quickly put on Scott’s glasses before hovering over the boy, “hey,” he gave Scott’s face a little slap causing Scott’s eyes to flicker. When that didn’t do the trick he slapped harder, “hey!” That one seemed to do something as the mutant woke up, “what the f—“

“I know you took it,” Peter accused not wasting a second.

Scott looked around the room, his eyes landing on the darkness from the window,”what time ‘s it?”

Peter turned Scott’s head back to him while Scott easily pushed it away, “give me back my shirt.”

Scott let out an angry sigh as he turned to his side and covered his head trying to block out the light, “I don’t have your dumb shirt.”

Peter leaned back, still suspicious, “I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t care about you that much.” Peter lifted a brow at Scott’s words, that was true. Maybe it wasn’t him.

In the next second Scott’s light was off and Peter was gone for his next suspect.

Arriving in the blue mutant’s room he leaned over the boy deciding if he should slap him as he did Scott or choose a different approach this time. As he was distracted, he noticed Kurt’s eyes beginning to open and he took the opportunity, “where is it?” He demanded.

Kurt yelped not expecting this at all, but once his eyes fully opened he calmed down realizing what was going on.

“What’s happening?”

“Someone took my shirt. Was it you?”

“Do you really believe I was the one to take it?”

Hmm, sure Peter’s bugged the kid but honestly, the blue mutant had a point and off Peter went. He sped right by Jean Grey’s room knowing; one, she would either protect her dumb boyfriend, or two, she probably had no idea either way, so instead he headed for the labs that he knew Hank would probably be in.

“Hey!” Peter shouted so unexpectedly he caught Hank off guard as he practically dropped whatever science tube he had in his hands, “where’s my shirt?”

Hank gave him a blank stare behind his safety goggles, before responding, “do I look like I know?”

Peter pressed his lips together as his hands interlocked with his pointer fingers pressing against his own lips in thought while he practically scanned the beast, “you honestly look like you know…everything,” Peter said before once again taking off.

And like that he spent the night practically waking half of the mutants of the building up but still he got no answer, which is when he decided to get the big guns.

But not just that, no, he was going to publicly embarrass whoever took his shirt so they won’t ever do it again. Gearing his body up he grabbed the closest suspect dropping them off in the lounge area of the building. Then he filled the room, and one by one he brought in every single mutant he suspected until he got Charles, yes Charles out here.

“Oh great the psycho’s back,” mumbled Jubilee as Peter took his place in the middle, while Charles was just beginning to process everything.

“Peter, what is going on?” Charles asked.

“I’m glad you asked,” the gray haired boy pointed a finger practically scanning the room, “someone in here took something of mine, something very precious.”

“It’s just a shirt!” Shouted Scott.

“A Pink Floyd shirt, it's very important.”

“A shirt?” Charles squeezed his eyes shut and his fingers went to his forehead already getting a headache despite having been just woken up. “Do I have to watch you all like children?”

Peter winced suddenly feeling like this wasn’t the best idea.

“Just go to bed, we can figure it out tomorrow,” suggested Kurt.

“No, we're doing this tonight. No one is leaving till we figure this out.”

“Okay will whoever did it just confess I prefer not to use my powers on such mundane behavior,” Charles said, currently regretting his decision to bring kids together like this.

“It wasn’t me,” could be heard followed by a bunch of, “wasn’t me either,” which was then followed by “will someone just confess already?” Which was followed by a “Scott we know you did it just give it back,” causing Scott and Jean to defend him before turning the suspicion on someone else thus creating a full circle of mutants blaming mutants throughout the room.

As the arguments grew, so did the noise, awaking most other mutants who hadn’t been accused yet.

Including you.

You woke up from a deep sleep to sudden shouting and curious about the ruckus you put on some nearby pants as you entered the mutant filled room with your boyfriend standing in the middle of it all.

“What’s going on?” You questioned eyes squinting trying to adjust to the sudden bright light of the room.

Nearby young ones looked to you before looking down a little, and began nudging one another. As everyone was suddenly becoming aware of what you were wearing the room grew quieter and quieter but you, too tired to think, only kept your eyes on Peter who just realized you had entered the room.

It took only one second for Peter to glance down and easily spot the shirt he’s been desperately searching for. But instead of scolding you or accusing you like he did the others, he just runs to you immediately wrapping his arms around you while internally gushing about how cute you look in his old t-shirt.

“It’s nothing. Just an argument but it’s settled now.”

“Oh okay?” You said head still propped on his shoulder as he had his arms around you. Soon enough he removed his arms and just took your hand in his, “just go back to bed, everyone’s heading back anyway.”

“Okay?” You repeated not questioning the man's actions and everyone watched as he walked you out, leaving them there to question his sanity.

“So that’s it! We get yelled at, we suffer, but not—“

“Well you saw how cute Y/n looked,” Peter said interrupting Cyclops from the chair in the corner causing some to jump at his sudden appearance while most just glared. “Who could be mad at that face?…so uh…goodnight.”

And off he ran. Most went off to bed while others weren’t done with the whole situation.

“Oh he is so gonna get it," said Jubilee as she noticed Scott practically grinding his teeth in anger before he plus a few others tried to run after the speedy mutant.

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[eluminium]

SKIZZ WEEK DAY 7. FINAL DAY. Well, okay I have to catch up on day 3 and day 6 BUT. STILL. DAY 7!!! this one got LONG again. I based this fic on that one scene from Skizz's episode 1 where Beef decides they're gonna spoon each other. Yeah.

As always, HUGE thanks to @skizzlemanweek for organizing this in the first place! It has been really fun to write for and the fact that it got me to write shit after like, 2 years of inactivity is insane. Huge props to them!!!

ANYWAYS! ONTO THE FINAL DAY!

Prompt 7: Free day!

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Okay. Take some deep breaths, Skizz. It's not that big of a deal. You are fine! It's just being on THE Hermitcraft server with all the hermits as a hermit. That's just your average Tuesday for the Skizz- wait.

Void, he is on HERMITCRAFT. He's a HERMIT. FOR REAL. Is this real?! Or has he been dreaming or hallucinating?! His eyes dart around, and yep, those are hermits. Quickly, he pinches his arm. He lets go just as quickly with a squeak to boot when it's confirmed that this is real. He is a Hermit.

Now, he isn't the type of person to be nervous or scared. He thinks of himself as a pretty chill guy! He's Skizzleman. What dignity does he have to lose? However, maybe the fact he's not the type of guy to freak out means that because he's freaking out right now he has NO clue how to cope. He's so cool that he forgot how to deal! Agh, why now!?

"I'm gonna make a bed for our team, so we're gonna sleep in a communal bed, cuz there's only one right now." Someone- Oh it's Clebert!- comments while a newly crafted white bed appears next to the crafting table and furnace combo. It shakes Skizz out of his thoughts and back to the present, thank void. It's also a sweet reminder that just because he's on Hermitcraft doesn't mean he's a total stranger! In his mining team (what were they called again? Musterd Milktots? What is a milktot-) he's got Clebert and Tango Top! He knows them well! Then there's Doc, and he's hung out with Doc before! Like at the OlympZITS! And last, there's Beef! Who he….uh…Okay, he's never talked to Beef before. But how hard could it be? He'll charm his way into Beef's heart soon enough.

Speaking of the man, here he comes over the hills now! "I have a bed already. I have a bed!" he announces as he jogs over to use the crafting table. The sky behind him has faded to a soft yellowish orange as the sun sets on Skizz's first official day on Hermitcraft. Good thing they managed to make these beds in time!

Cleo seems to agree as she declares: "Oh okay! Now we can split up our sharing of the beds! That's cool!" While they speak, Tango appears behind them. He doesn't even acknowledge what just happened. The blaze man starts placing dirt around their little area to prepare for the night. Skizz giggles to himself. He's always task-focused, that guy.

As night starts falling, it dawns on Skizz that they only have two beds. And there are currently four of them. Doc disappeared somewhere, but he was told Doc tends to do that. Still, even with one less Milktot, they need to share beds in pairs or have one or two of them sleep on the ground. Well, he can do both! Nothing against a little snuggling with the homies!

"So, everyone under the covers?" He asks, looking between his fellow teammates. They also seem to have realized the situation and come to the same conclusion as him.

Their faces tell Skizz of the various levels of internal conflict occurring in this dirt hut. Tango doesn't seem very excited at all with the low burning flame on his head and a frown decorating his face. Cleo also wears a frown on her lips but a glint of understanding in her eyes. Once again, Skizz doesn't know Beef well enough to read him accurately, but he seems the most accepting out of the three. That's when it dawns on him that maybe not everyone is as comfortable with cuddling the homies. And now he feels like a dumbass for instantly jumping to that option. And he's the new guy, too! Void, this is going great so far!

Okay, how can he fix this? Maybe he can volunteer to sleep on the ground. Or he could invite Tango to a bed (god he's gonna get a headache from all these jokes he shouldn't make-!) since Tango knows him best and Skizz already has experience dealing with Tango's fire. Besides, they both have old man backs. If they sleep on the ground, they'll be incapacitated for days. And there's no way Tango should be allowed to do that, not on his watch!

But as he's turning towards Tango to make the offer, Beef unexpectedly grabs his gaze instead. Huh-?

"Skizz, you're mine~. Get in here, big boy," He growls in an overly sultry tone. Completely outta nowhere! So outta nowhere Skizz can't help but giggle at it.

Now, he recognizes what a bit is and realizes that it's probably an attempt by Beef to lighten the mood. So obviously, he's gotta keep it going! That's the one rule of improv, baby!

"Big spoon or little spoon?" He responds in a comedically deadpan tone while moving towards one of the beds. Cleo and Tango laugh at his theatrics, and the mood does indeed lighten. Mission success! He and Beef also chuckle a bit before Skizz moves between the beds and puts on a more serious face.

"Okay, for real though. How are we doing this? Are there some kind of Hermit rules around snuggling with your fellow Hermits I don't know about?" He asks the other three.

"No Skizz, I don't think we have rules about that. Although I don't know how…safe and comfortable it is to cuddlebear ol' Tango over here. With all the fire stuff and possible burnificating in your sleep," Tango responds honestly. Skizz rolls his eyes.

"Come on, Top. You're not that bad, dude! We've shared many a bed during Third Life, and Last Life, and Limited Life, and Secret Life-"

"Don't act like you weren't complaining in the morning! You were like: 'Ooo Tango I'm never cuddling with you again! This is awful, bleugh!'"

"That's because I got SWEATY from your crazy body heat! Not because I was on FIRE like you seem to be thinking!!!"

"Okay guys we get it, you're very affectionate with each other and it's cute, now lets get back to the point!" Cleo calls out to stop this madness before it escelates into a slap fight. Skizz and Tango both shut up in compliance.

"I have an idea!" Beef chimes in. All of them turn their eyes to him. They stay silent but nod at him to continue.

"Cleo, you can't really feel temperature, correct?" Beef asks, turning towards said Cleo.

"Yeah, being a zombie and all," Cleo answers with a shrug.

"So if you and Tango take one bed, we'll minimize the amount of…sweating happening. And, for you Cleo, it'll be easier to keep your body warm enough not to freeze up during the night!" Beef finishes off.

Tango and Cleo both contemplate this plan. It makes a lot of logical sense to split it up that way.

Cleo turns to Skizz. "Can you promise that he doesn't light up like a flamethrower? Don't get me wrong! I do like fire, just not ON me," She asks him. Tango makes some vaguely offended noises in the background despite the fact he was the one who brought it up.

"I promise you, Clebert! Top sleeps like a dead man. There's no way he'll light up at all. And if he does, dude, just kick him off the bed. It'll be funny," He answers with a smile and a wink. Then he laughs at the increased amount of offended Tango noises. They're just the best, okay!

"Alright I guess it's you and me, Tango. We'll sleep back to back, yeah?" Cleo gestures at Tango while she starts preparing the bed closest to them. Tango sounds like he agrees, but Skizz has already tuned them out to focus on his deal with Beef.

"So, I guess I was yours, huh?" He jokes as Beef joins him by the other bed.

"I guess so!" Beef cheers back.

For a second, they just stand there. Waiting for the other to make a move. …Maybe Skizz should give Beef the bed anyway. Skizz's the new guy, after all. He can't be making moves like this.

"Hey man, if this is really not your style, I'm fine with sleeping on the ground," He offers, meeting Beef's eyes. Said eyes light up in amusement, however.

"I think everyone in this hut knows that if anyone slept on the grass they'd wake up with a ton of back pain. We're all too old for that! Unless you'd feel uncomfortable, but I'll take a guess that you're not considering…you know." Beef reassures while patting Skizz on the back. He's right on that. It doesn't really bother Skizz…Then Beef's face morphs into one of contemplation.

"I was thinking more about how we're gonna fit in this bed," He continues, gesturing to said bed.

Oh, oh yeah. Second observation of the night. The bed is kinda small for them. They're both big, burly, broad men, for crying out loud. Unless they're going to connect like puzzle pieces, there is no way both of them are fitting in this bed.

Skizz smacks his lips. "Well, big guy. Either we snuggle up real close, or one of us ends up on the ground. You in?" He says bluntly, almost like a challenge.

Beef thinks about it before exclaiming: "I'm in," while lifting up the blanket. He then crawls in towards the opposite edge of the bed and lays sideways. Skizz has never been one to think too hard before doing something, so he crawls in next, and the great shuffling begins.

It's, well, not the easiest. Each time one of them moves an inch, something gets kicked, punched, or pushed. It's a miracle that they manage to avoid kneeing each other in the jewels. But eventually, they managed to settle into a comfortable position. What a blessing!

That blessing ends up being them curling their legs around each other like two strings of DNA, pressing together like a sandwich, and Beef's head resting on top of Skizz's, while Skizz almost has his face in Beef's mantits. It's not something Skizz thought would be included in his first day on Hermitcraft, but he isn't unhappy about it. Beef seems content, breathing a sigh of relief as they finally fit together. Afterward, he lets out some soft laughter that Skizz feels more than he hears.

"Welcome to Hermitcraft, Skizzleman. This has been your initiation ritual into this madness," He jokes, his log-like arms resting around Skizz's back.

"I think I'm gonna like this gig," He responds with a laugh before wiggling a little bit. He feels Beef smile into his hair. On the other side, the shuffling sound from Tango and Cleo ceases as well. After a long negotiation, everyone is finally comfortable.

"Goodnight, everyone," Skizz says.

"Goodnight." The others respond.

As silence falls on the Musterd Milktots dirt hut, Skizz feels the most relaxed in months. Beef is already drifting off based on his breathing, and soft snores are heard from the other side. As Skizz starts succumbing to sleep, he thinks:

"Yeah. I'm gonna love it here."

#skizzleman #skizz week 7 #skizz week #vintagebeef #zombiecleo #tangotek #my writing #hermitfic #WOO HOO LAST DAY #GOOD JOB TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED #YOU DID GREAT!!! #dose of skizz #dose of beef

[thebangtancloud]

Can we get a part two of the “He finds out you're pregnant”? Maybe after they break up or after reader gives birth? 🙏🏻

He finds out you're pregnant (Part 2) ~ BTS Reactions

Genre: Angst, Fluff?

Part 1 || BTS Reactions Masterlist || Masterlist

A/n: Wow there were so many requests for part 2 with various outcomes! I've tried my best to write a suitable ending but some won't have happy endings and we might just have to live with that hahaha. Happy Reading!

P.S. writing Jin's version had me in tears laughing cuz that's the same way I behaved when I met my dick of a father years after he left us LMAO serves him right

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon had always been quite good at math. Quick and efficient, he could almost always calculate complex calculations in his mind faster than most. So it was only natural that he kept track of how long ago you told him you were pregnant.

You dropped the bomb on his head eleven months ago. When you were 1 month pregnant. Nine months on average to carry a child in the womb.

That would mean that you've already given birth to a baby who was now three months.

Sure, he was good at math.

But he was horrible at doing anything about it.

Sometimes Namjoon wishes that he texted you before you gave birth, or even after - or even during the whole period to be honest. But he didn't. He was too afraid to look like a coward.

A coward because he wanted to know how you were doing and to see if you've given birth to a baby boy or a baby girl, but too afraid to commit.

And he had always applauded you for being the complete opposite of him. So when he opened your text one day, he didn't complain. He simply stared.

Stared at the picture for what felt like hours - which it could have been - but Namjoon didn't mind.

It didn't even strike him, the question. Why would you send him a picture of your child? Of his child?

After almost a year of no contact?

With absolutely no context?

But Namjoon didn't complain.

Because the little girl in the picture looked very tiny, almost as though she would fit straight in his palm snuggly. The baby - his daughter - looked away at something that was probably distracting her, eyes wide in fascination and mouth open with little babbling sounds that Namjoon could almost hear right through the picture.

She looked carefree. With no worry evident on her face, her beautiful face.

She probably wouldn't even understand what an ass of a father she has, but then again, her mother would've never made her feel the absence of a father figure in her life, Namjoon was sure of that.

Would this beautiful little girl grow up and lose the light in her eyes and the life in her smile when she slowly realizes that she doesn't have a father?

Namjoon wouldn't know.

Because he doesn't want to. He doesn't want this princess to ever stop grinning the way she was in the picture you had sent him.

So without much thought, Namjoon exhaled and pressed the call button next to your contact.

He was going to suck it up and be the father that he should have been.

Kim Seokjin:

Seokjin was a beautiful young man.

Yoongi would probably snort at the young part, but there was no denying that the man was one of God's walking masterpieces.

Jin would always brag to the members that the day he has a child, it would be the most beautiful child in the world. That was how much he trusted his precious genes.

So it was only obvious when Jin's eyes landed on the little girl who walked up to him that he bent over in pain, wheezing and choking over the piece of bread crust that had lodged itself in his airway because he gasped too hard mid-swallow.

"You're my father," the girl simply stated, pointing a finger into Jin's forearm.

Yoongi couldn't get his eyes off of the girl either, silently setting his spoon down and watching the scene unfold in front of him. A part of him wanted to slide Jin's glass of water closer to the man who was literally in tears, but Yoongi decided it was about time he suffered.

"I've seen a picture of you on my mum's phone," she continued tentatively when Jin swallowed and heaved out a sigh of relief, watery eyes staring back at the girl in shock.

"She told me you were her friend, but because of you, her life changed forever because now she has me."

The girl could be - what? Six? Seven?

She couldn't be younger - nor older - than that, with a stunning black coat over her white dress, dark brown hair parted to the side and held back with a butterfly clip. Her eyes were sharp yet kind, Jin noticed, something that she could only get from you.

"We saw you in the church, by the way," she spoke, briefly making eye contact with Yoongi and flashing him a gorgeous smile. Yoongi looked innocent in her eyes, but not Jin. Jin was going to be the victim of her attack today.

"It's funny to see you in church," her eyebrows lifted suggestively, "but I insisted that I met you. Mum said no, but I'm quite stubborn, I suppose I get that from you."

Jin couldn't speak a word. How could he?

"Anyway, I wanted you to see how great of a job my mum has done in raising me, and all you need to know is that I'm so glad you chose not to support her. I wouldn't want to grow up to be like you."

Yoongi's jaw dropped, just like Jin. He almost wanted to laugh at the man, but Yoongi too was too shocked to react. A distant honk caught his attention, and though Jin couldn't take his eyes off of his daughter, Yoongi turned to see you waiting in the car.

"Hope you have a great day, Mr. WWH, World Wide Horrible."

And Jin definitely had to have a word with his genes because he didn't think his attitude would be one to pass on to his child.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi suddenly remembers the day he asked you to leave his house. He was numb, walking robotically to his car and thanking his lucky stars that he didn't meet with an accident on the way to Hoseok's place.

He drank much more than he should have that night. Threw up all of Hoseok's couch and didn't bother apologizing. He also told Hoseok everything that happened. And as much as Hoseok was mad about his precious white leather couch, he was even more disappointed in Yoongi.

There was not much he could tell Yoongi, even a few days later when he sobered up and finally walked out of his room for a breath of fresh air. Hoseok simply stood still beside his hyung, wordlessly letting his disappointment radiate off of his tense shoulders.

Yoongi remembered that day clearly because it was one of the few occasions someone felt disappointed in him.

And even if that day was four years ago, Yoongi wouldn't forget it because he finally found himself in Hoseok's place. Disappointed in himself. Looking at himself as though a third person was, a shameful scowl on his face when he finally saw what a jerk he had been.

"...doesn't mean that I want you to be the mother of my child."

Yoongi almost slapped himself in the face when he remembered the words that he so easily spat at you that day. Why? Because all of a sudden, he knew. Yoongi knew that there could be no better mother to his child than you.

"Hello."

The young boy raised a hand to wave at Yoongi. With twitching fingers, Yoongi somewhat waved back, laughing internally at how pathetic he looked.

The little boy was dressed so smartly that it almost left Yoongi zapped. A plaid shirt tucked into his beige trousers, a little hat sitting atop his head and tiny tufts of brown hair peeking out from the corners. He wore a lovely pair of brown boots, one of the laces appearing to be loose, which had Yoongi bending down onto his knee before he could stop himself.

"Wouldn't want you to fall," Yoongi lamely murmured in explanation, briefly looking up into the boy's eyes to see them twinkle under the effect of his brilliant smile.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Yoongi's fingers froze for a fraction of a second.

Uncle.

The man cleared his throat, an embarrassed chuckle buzzing through his chest as he finally tightened the boy's shoelaces, standing up with a groan and dusting off his pants.

"So, pretty boy, where's your mom?"

The boy smiled even brighter, turning to point towards the little shop that he had run out of not too long ago.

"She's buying a cake for daddy's birthday party tonight!"

He didn't think you'd still remember his birthday, but was he complaining?

Definitely not.

Jung Hoseok:

"Uh...hey."

"Hi."

Hoseok's toes curled within his shoes at the awkward silence that followed. He didn't know how to break the ice, flashbacks of the last time he spoke to you over the phone leaving him flustered and embarrassed.

"How're you?"

"Good," you replied tightly. "You?"

"I'm okay," he offered in response.

"Okay..."

Clearing his throat, Hoseok adjusted the phone closer to his ear, sitting up straighter and acknowledging the sheen of sweat that had formed over his upper lip.

"How's...uh," he trailed off, not knowing if it was appropriate to continue.

"Good," you answered. "It's a girl."

"Oh," he nodded lamely, suddenly losing every bit of confidence that he had mustered up before calling you.

"That's nice."

"Yeah," you answered.

"What's her name?"

"I've named her Hope."

Hoseok swallowed painfully. "Oh... that's uh, that's beautiful."

You stayed quiet on the other side of the phone, silently fidgeting with the edge of your shirt.

"Why did you call me, Hoseok?"

The man was at a loss for words. He knew why he called you, but somehow he found it difficult to word it. Some part of him expected you to never pick up, another part of him thought you'd lash out at him and shout at him because he totally deserves it.

Never did he actually think that you'd end up being almost decent and would reveal to him that you had a daughter.

"I just called to see if you were doing alright," he explained in a quiet murmur. "It's been a while."

"It has," you acknowledged. "A year, almost."

"I've been, uh..." Hoseok gulped anxiously, not knowing how to continue. "I've been feeling really horrible about the whole thing, y'know?"

"Ah, is it?"

"Yeah," he nodded meekly. "I ran away like a coward, but I spoke to Yoongi hyung a few months ago when I couldn't deal with the guilt any longer."

"Mhm."

"Not just because I avoided you and behaved so badly with you. I regret ruining our friendship. What we had was pure, and I hate that we barely talk anymore. I hate that because of me, you lost so many more people. The boys miss you a lot."

"I know, I met up with them recently," you said.

Hoseok's brows uplifted in surprise. "You did?"

"Yeah, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook came over to meet the little one."

"Oh," he suddenly frowned. "I didn't know."

"Yeah, well," you laughed awkwardly. "Not something that concerns me too much."

Hoseok finally exhaled shakily, closing his eyes and deciding to just go with it.

"Can I meet you?"

The silence that followed had Hoseok holding his breath in fear.

Almost after half a minute, you sighed deeply.

"My daughter just woke up, Hobi. I'll call you later."

And there were more positive sides to your response than there were negative. Avoidance to his question but a promise to call him back. A name he hadn't heard from your mouth in God knows how long. Hoseok would hold onto that hope.

Park Jimin:

It was almost like those scenes that you see in the movies. A man magically becomes close to a child and later finds out that he's the father. As funny as it sounds, Jimin almost broke to pieces the moment he knew that the little boy that he'd play with in the garden every weekend was his own son.

Jimin had been running late one fine day. He'd spent the night playing video games and ended up sleeping through his alarm and the loud bangs against his door when his manager and driver arrived to pick him up.

With all that said, Jimin reached the company building two hours late, profusely apologizing and offering to begin the practice on an empty stomach. Because of that, he ended up leaving work an hour late, and although he was extremely tired, he made a dash down to the little garden that he usually walks to, to play with his little friend.

Jimin's smile was like no other. It was almost magical, the way the tiredness left his body when his eyes landed on the young boy sitting alone on the swing, patiently waiting for his pink-haired friend to arrive.

But then he saw you.

He almost didn't recognize you when his eyes first caught sight of a woman walking towards the swing with open arms, watching inquisitively as the boy jumped off and darted towards the woman that he called out, "Mama!"

Jimin failed, not once - when he left you before. But again, when he left his son.

Jimin couldn't help but run away once more, the tears already streaming down and the pain in his heart appearing to be so heavy that it actually made him slide down against his car door and hold his hands over his mouth to muffle his cries.

How could he face the boy who had taken such a great liking to him? How could he, when there were such great chances of him accidentally meeting you in the process?

Jimin didn't have many answers.

He was heartbroken.

But the moment his eyes held his son's gaze once again, three weeks later - Jimin knew that there was no turning back.

Jimin thought the boy would be angry at him for just disappearing without a word. He thought the little boy would be filled with malice against the man he didn't know was his own father.

But there wasn't a hint of hatred on his precious little face.

Just happy eyes squinting into crescents as he raced towards Jimin with arms wide open.

"You're finally here! I missed you so much!"

And Jimin didn't bother hiding the first tear that slipped out of his eye onto the boy's shirt when he held him close to his chest, bare knees touching the soft sand on the playground as he knelt and trembled with regret.

"I'm sorry, little guy," he murmured into his son's shoulder.

"I won't leave again, I promise."

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung was never a man to go back on his word. He promised to not run away like a coward when you told him that you were pregnant, and he never did.

He stayed, which was something you were eternally grateful for.

Just not the way you thought he would.

Along with the promise to be by your side throughout everything, Taehyung had also worded his opinion about the two of you being too young to raise a child and that he wasn't too sure he wished to tie himself to you that way.

So Taehyung stayed - but as a friend.

As absurd as it sounded to you, you'd rather have him be there with you as a friend than not have him at all. The concept of becoming a father was something Taehyung thought was beautiful but was quick to realize that it was quite scary now that it was actually happening.

You noticed him panicking much more than he ever did, random bursts of anxiety ripping through him which left not just you, but Taehyung himself dumbfounded.

Taehyung had begun to feel cornered, the promise of being by your side leaving him feeling obligated to you instead of genuinely wishing to support you throughout the entire journey.

So both of you thought that it would be best if he behaved as a friend instead.

Taehyung felt his first signs of relief in ways he couldn't explain, sudden happiness knowing that he wasn't tied to you in a way that kept him stuck. He was able to be more present, spending evenings with you just talking like how you would when you both were just friends.

He never crossed the line. He never once touched you in a way a friend wouldn't. And as much as he wished he had, he chose not to be a part of your happiness when you felt your baby kick for the first time.

He just couldn't.

But all of a sudden, the line that he had drawn for himself began to blur because all he could feel was fear when you hurt yourself.

It wasn't intentional, but Taehyung didn't know that. As much as a crowd doesn't have a brain, Taehyung soon understood that it doesn't have eyes either.

Taehyung had the man who accidentally pushed you down a short flight of stairs in a headlock, face red in anger and a vein standing up along the length of his neck.

"HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HAND ON MY WOMAN?!"

The people were surprisingly helpful, a few women surrounding you when you held your bump in pain, two men choosing to hold Taehyung back from murdering the apologetic man right there.

Twenty minutes in and Taehyung was sobbing beside you, holding your hand to his chest and praying that you and your baby would be safe.

He almost didn't let the doctors take you into the operation theatre, insisting that he couldn't leave your side even for a moment.

"I'm the father of the child!" He pleaded desperately, holding the doctor's knees and begging him to let him go with you.

"I can't lose her! Please!"

Unlike in the movies, the doctor didn't actually let him in. He was held back by a few nurses while the surgeon walked into the O.T. to take care of you instead of the mess of a man that had fallen to the floor in a fit of hysterics.

That episode gave Taehyung the scare of his life. He had no option but to sob in regret when he finally acknowledged the streak of possessiveness that he felt towards you - something he used to feel during the initial days of your relationship with him.

Taehyung was overwhelmed with sudden fear. Fear of losing you. Fear of failing to be the figure that not only you but also your baby needed. Fear of making the wrong decision of drawing a line between the two of you.

And when the doctors finally walked out to explain the situation to him, Taehyung was first by your side even though a nurse offered to take him to see his newborn.

"I'm so proud of you," he murmured in a broken whisper, running a hand over your head and placing the softest kiss on your crown.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you this any sooner."

He gingerly wiped away the tear that splattered onto your cheek.

"I love you. I always have and I always will."

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook wondered if it was possible for a person to simply disappear off of the face of this earth. As overexaggerated as that statement might sound, Jungkook couldn't find you anywhere.

It took him a week after he spoke with you to come to his senses. It wasn't like he automatically regretted telling you to give up the baby because he didn't want to be a part of your life in that way. No, Jungkook first felt the reality hit him.

He got someone pregnant.

He was now a father to an unborn child, whether he liked it or not.

So instead of speaking to any of his members, Jungkook took a short break and traveled back home to be with his mother. He told her everything and cried when she looked away in disappointment.

Of course, as much as Jungkook refused to believe it, his entire family harbored the old school of thought and were quite orthodox when it came to such situations. So even though Jungkook understood that it was a natural reaction that he should've expected from his mother, he didn't even think she'd be disappointed in him for not being a man.

"That was very low of you," she spoke under her breath, almost ashamed of saying it.

"I didn't think I raised you up that way, Jungkook-ah."

"What do I do, eomma?"

He placed his head over her lap, craving a touch of comfort and reassurance.

"You go back," she stated as plainly as possible. "Take responsibility for what you've done."

And so he did.

The only thing - he couldn't find you.

Your social media accounts had been deactivated and your phone was picked up by an old lady who stated that she recently registered for a new phone number on which he had called.

Jungkook traveled for weeks on foot, wandering the streets of Korea in search of you, hoping that his eyes would somehow catch sight of you in a crowd or in a taxi that he swore he'd chase down if he did indeed see you in there.

He just wanted to apologize, Jungkook thought to himself. He figured that when he finds you, he'd first apologize for the way he behaved with you. After that, he'd vow to be responsible, in any way that you allowed him to.

But he couldn't find you.

As weird as it sounded, Jungkook kept experiencing this nagging feeling within his gut - you were near.

It got him turning around in the middle of the street or running out of a restaurant leaving his half-eaten meal there, trying to look for you.

This happened for a total of three months until Jungkook finally collapsed against the sidewalk and placed his can of beer beside his foot haphazardly, pulling out his phone and staring at the contact that now belonged to someone else.

He didn't bother deleting it, because it was something about you that he wanted to hold close. He remembered the day he memorized your phone number, proudly bragging about it to you and his members because it was one of the first things about you that he had managed to write on the tablet of his heart.

Jungkook didn't really cry because he felt horrible. He cried because he was desperate. He just wanted to feel you once more, and if he couldn't find you, he'd stop.

Maybe even the heavens wished for it to be that way.

So with a shaky breath, he called the same number again, his overthinking brain quickly rehearsing the lines he'd recite to the old lady when she picks up.

The sound of the call being answered had Jungkook holding his breath, his eyes fluttering closed in a painful memory that flashed across his mind.

You'd always pick up his phone with a giggle, followed by calling him a random thing that you happened to see at that moment.

"What's up, boba tea?"

A sad chuckle breezed through his throat. The things he'd do to hear you greet him that way one last time.

"I'm so sorry for calling this late," he began in a broken whisper, not wanting to irritate the lady on the other end of the call. "I just wanted to..."

"You'll just never give up, will you?"

And there was just nothing that could compare to the feeling of hearing your voice after all those months.

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Surprise Serotonin Boost!

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[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day two!)

(so i’ve figured out that this is probably gonna be a decently long series? total slowburn. i’ll be writing oneshots by day, so like, every day he comes in i’ll be writing y’all’s interactions and we’ll see how it goes. happy reading :)

(read them all here!)

the same familiar jingle of the coffee shop door caused you to look up, somewhat more excitedly than usually, partly because it was a slow (the most exciting thing you’d done was brew a new pot of coffee about ten minutes ago), mundane sort of day at the coffee shop, and partly because you were secretly hoping dynamight would come back.

he did.

a familiar head of wild blond hair and a scowling face half-hidden by a scarf trudged up to the counter.

“medium black coffee.” he stated, not bothering to make it sound like a request.

“coming right up. for dynamight?” you question.

“yeah.”

“alright, it’ll just be a couple minutes.” you smile. dynamight didn’t reply, only plopped himself down on a barstool. was it the same one as yesterday, you wondered? given that he came in at the same time he did yesterday, you imagined it was likely. he seemed like the sort of guy who likes routine.

you slide dynamight his coffee with another sweet smile.

“another tiring day?” you ask, organizing the pastry display next to the countertop.

“yeah. fuckin’ sidekicks dunno how to do shit these days. one of ‘em’s slow as fuck, another one can’t do shit without getting told fifteen times...” the way he said it made him seem old. the internet told you he was your age, though.

“how’d they do back in your day?” you tease.

“tch! fuck off.” dynamight rolled his eyes. “you’re young, too. don’t act like you’re older than me.”

“i am older than you.” you retort. dynamight choked on his coffee and you instantly feel bad for saying that. “are you okay??”

“i’m fine.” dynamight coughed before calming down. “there’s no way in hell you’re older than me, that’s all.”

“only by a couple months.” you shrug.

“why do you know my birthday, you weird fuck?” dynamight nearly bared his teeth.

“well,” you begin, your cheeks heating up, already embarrassed to be admitting to your late night endeavors, “you seem surprised that i didn’t know who you were yesterday. so i searched you up.” you already knew your cheeks were splotched with pink as dynamight narrowed his eyes.

“so you’re pretty famous, then. it’s no wonder you were surprised i didn’t know who you are.” you attempt to make conversation that diverted his attention from your potentially creepy habits.

“yeah, i’m the number one hero in japan.” he grunted in reply, taking another sip of his coffee.

“that’s incredible. thank you for what you do.” another smile. your mouth would probably hurt by the time he was gone, but you didn’t mind.

“it’s nothin’.”

“it’s more than nothing. you’re the best out of hundreds, maybe thousands of heroes in japan. that’s no small feat.” you reply earnestly. “so why did you become a hero?” dynamight was silent for a moment, before answering.

“you know all might?”

“of course i do. who doesn’t?” dynamight seemed irked at this.

“i don’t know, maybe ‘cuz you live under a fuckin’ rock?” he snapped back.

“sorry,” you smile (again) apologetically. “but to be fair, we all grew up knowing all might as number one. you haven’t exactly been number one for as long as him.”

“yeah, whatever.” he spat. “i’m still the best. and i’ll be better than him.”

“is that why you’re a hero?” you ask curiously.

“yeah. i’m gonna beat all might and beat deku.”

“deku? the number two hero?” you tilt your head.

“yes, the number two hero.” dynamight grumbled.

“you have a rivalry with him or something, right?” you ask, trying to recall the particular interview where dynamight scowled at the mention of deku, similarly to what he was doing now.

“or something.” he muttered.

“that must be fun.” you laugh lightly. dynamight rolled his eyes.

“can’t stand him. just like i can’t stand any of those other extras.”

“extras?” you repeat. you’d heard him use the term before, in the interviews.

“yeah, extras.”

“why are they extras?” you ask curiously. dynamight scoffed.

“because they don’t matter.”

“oh, i see.” although you’re tempted to get into a debate about morals, personal philosophy, etc, you were technically still working, so, no arguments.

not that you would have time for one, anyway, because dynamight stood up and set his mug down, finished. he gave a brief nod of acknowledgement.

“later.” he grunted before lumbering out, the little bell still chiming merrily.

“it’s more than nothing. you’re the best out of hundreds, maybe thousands of heroes in japan. that’s no small feat.”

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Third Love

Ch: 5 La Rosa

Pairing: Eddie x Mexican Female Reader

Word Count: 9.1k (snack time)

Summary: Eddie finally takes you on that date, but the question remains, Will he get a second?

CW: MDNI 18+ SMUT (p in v, oral, all that fun stuff ) Jealous and possessive Eddie, Modern au Eddie, fuckboy Eddie. Reader with another man (not cheating). I gave you a cute lil nickname cuz you're a sweetie. 🍑

His body collapses over yours breathless and sticky from sweat. His hold on you is tight as he rests his head over your bare chest. Your mind is racing a mile a minute. Your name is tattooed on his body. You should feel honored at the sweet gesture, but instead you're confused. He pulls away tieing off the condom and throwing it into the trash.

This is what you've always wanted, so why wasn't it like the movies, where there's a clear sign that you love him too. You listen for angels singing, or butterflies in your stomach, heat in your cheeks or the hammering of your heart. The sound of a running shower disrupts your thoughts and you quickly get dressed. You only have a few minutes before Sebastian gets out of the shower and you need to leave right now.

The rooms empty when he enters, the scent of your perfume lingers in his sheets. He knows about your date with Eddie, you told him yourself. Afraid tonight would be his last night with you he had to do something, anything to keep you. He knows the rules you set, boundaries to never be crossed, but rules are meant to be broken. In the heat of passion between kitten licks and mouthing at your neck and body he marked you, lavender bites below your ear, deep purple ones litter your breasts and inner thighs. There's no way you'd see Eddie with love bites all over your skin.

You're not sure if the steam is from your hot shower or the heat leaving your body from anger as you glance over your hickey covered body. Disappointment written all over your face. Instead of feeling loved and on cloud nine from being intimate with someone who loves you, you feel used. The marks on your body act like a trophy had been claimed. If this was supposed to stop you it only fueled your fire. You were going on that date whether Sebastian liked it or not.

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"I have a date coming up but I'm not sure where exactly to take her so I need ideas."

Cereal dribbles out of the corners of Max's mouth as she suppresses a laugh. Eddie Munson on a date? She' thought she'd never hear the words.

He's in your apartment again, he's been coming weekly, sometimes twice a week, when he knows you're not home, Max unknowingly tells him when you're out.

He's written down little notes about things he's seen in your apartment. Likes plants, doesn't know what kind. Likes movies, doesn't know which genre is your favorite, reads books, doesn't know your favorite trope or who your book boyfriend would be. It's all very vague knowledge of your likes and dislikes.

Max gives him a few ideas of what would impress her, a trip to a nice arcade, a bmx event where riders compete on who can land the most outrageous jumps and kicks. She mentions things you might like since you're her friend after all and a girl. "My roommate doesn't like going to the movies on a first date, says that's not how you get to know someone by being silent for 2.5 hrs." She shrugs, as she sets her dirty bowl in the sink. Well there goes the movie he planned.

Max makes herself comfy on the couch, knees tucked to her side as she powers on the ps5 and places her headset on. Eddie excuses himself to use the restroom but on his way he notices your door isn't closed all the way. He looks towards Max, who's already immersed in the game and talking back to gamers who think she can't play.

This is his chance. He cautiously pushes the door open but doesn't step inside. He scans your bedroom left to right taking it all in. Immediately to the left is your cherry wood desk, laptop and paperwork with Twisted Records in the header. A calendar hangs from the wall above it showcasing days and times that you'll be in office as well as studio days, festivals and your days off.

Against his better judgment he takes out his phone and flips through the calendar taking pictures of each month as well as photos of your room. It was just enough information he needed to coincidentally meet you at the same location.

A frown settles between his brows as he studies your calendar, noticing the many therapy and drs appointments you had scheduled. Leaving your bedroom exactly how he found it he goes to the restroom and once he's done he says his goodbyes to Max.

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Eddie drove through hills where lush greens and palm trees lined the street. Homes where driveways were miles long and fences with intricate curves and designs welded into the frame, so tall and large they seemed like heaven's gate. Stone pillars and statues were surrounded by fountains and wildflowers. The street to your dads house was never ending, at the very top of a steep hill overlooking the city.

He stopped outside your gate as a voice from the intercom addressed him, buzzing him inside. Eyes wide in awe as he looked over your dads property, you were rich rich. A sense of insecurity washed over him. You were born into this lifestyle and he was scraping by.

He didn't have all this money to shower you with gifts or fancy expensive cars. Could he even afford the dinner of your favorite restaurant? Maybe he was in over his head. What would a rich girl want with him? From what he saw you didn't act rich and snobby.

He rounded your circular driveway, paved in decorated stone and brick. Wiping his sweaty palms on his black slacks, re-adjusted the sleeves he had folded up to his forearms. A dash of cologne spritzed through the air as he walked through the spray, rounding the car towards your door.

Concealer covered the love bites behind your ear, now barely noticeable and faded. A skin tight bodycon dress with a high neckline and sleeves covered the rest. A dress this tight didn't need undergarments. The seams of a bra wouldn't do it justice so you wore panties and Chanel no 5 underneath. A pair of black heels completed the look. A last glance in the mirror made you self conscious. You remembered the girls Eddie was with that night. Tall, taller than you, very Paris Hilton modelesque type girls. The kind that gets seen with rockstars Pamela Anderson and Tommy Lee types. Groupies, that wasn't you.

The sound of the doorbell rings throughout the house causing you to jump, nervousness consumes you as you slowly walk down the stairs, making sure you dont trip and embarrass yourself. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and open the front door.

Eddie stands in your doorway, a beautiful bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand. You both seem to be in a daze as you noticeably check eachother out. Eddie looks unbelievably handsome, dressed in black slacks, a collared shirt that has the top buttons open down his toned chest with his sleeves rolled up his forearms.

A flight of butterflies took off in his stomach at the sight of you. He could stare at you all day with how stunning you look, his eyes trail over your frame, the fat of your hips and thighs call to him. The things he would do to get between those smooth legs. "Wow Peach, you look amazing."

Your cheeks redden at the compliment, smoothing down your dress, you smile shyly under his stare. "That's really sweet of you, thank you."

"These are for you." Eddie hands you a beautiful bouquet of coral and lavender roses mixed with baby's breath and greenery, wrapped beautifully in colored cloth and ribbon.

You reach for the stems and an electric charge buzzes between you as your fingers gently graze Eddie's. His eyes widen at your soft touch, the buzz is loud in his ears just like the first time he met you, the buzz from the neon tattoo sign when you showed up at the shop. It's been charging, hours of friendly conversation through a telephone. Buzzing at his fingertips when they text you every morning and night. The pull is undeniable, perhaps Eddie knows that too because the flowers he chose have a meaning that's not lost on you. "They're beautiful Eddie. Thank you." You bring the bouquet to your nose gently inhaling the floral scent, your eyes close enjoying the tender moment. "Come in, let me put these in a vase."

You step aside letting Eddie into the foyer, turning on your heel towards the kitchen. Eddie gasps silently at the plunging neckline on the back of your dress, sharp shoulder blades moving with each step. His eyes follow the soft curve of your spine and his tongue peeks out licking his lips as the bounce of your backside has his mouth watering. His head is on a swivel as he admires the enormous space that is your dads house. Tall ceilings with windows from floor to ceiling brighten up the kitchen. Natural light beams through creating a peaceful serene kitchen.

You set the flowers down near the sink and Eddie takes a seat at the kitchen island, forearms leaning on the edge. You can feel his stare behind you as you reach for a vase down below. You bend at the knees, not really fond of flashing him your panties yet and Eddie tilts his head, eyes fixed closely on your body before he averts his eyes, momentarily forgetting his manners. "This is the biggest house I've ever seen, It's huge. Is it only you and your parents that live here?

You chuckle at his amusement, arranging the flowers so they sit perfectly in the middle of the island. "It's mostly me and my Dad, but he works a lot and I also work a lot, so It can be rare when we're both here at the same time."

You peer over the flowers straight into his warm eyes, your seductive gaze dances between his lips and eyes. From behind the flowers you look like a sultry fox stalking her prey, waiting for the perfect time to pounce and sink your perfect teeth into him. He'd let you too, beg for your bite to wound him helpless, drop to his knees in mercy if it meant he'd be carried to your love nest only to be devoured.

"Do you know the meaning of coral roses?" You question, tracing the soft petals of the flower with your fingertips, the tickle on your fingers giving way to your sweet smile.

"No."

Yes.

His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he swallows.

"Do you know the significance of lavender roses?" You pluck a coral and lavender rose, rounding the kitchen island to stand directly in front of Eddie's spread legs. He's never been in this position before, desire dancing like a flame within your eyes. Groupies were after the fame that came along with being a rockstar, to you Eddie was just some guy. A really handsome guy that stirred all the ingredients needed for the perfect meal.

Him.

A delicacy that not even your wealth can buy, yet he landed at your doorstep, well, Sebastian's door step like a door dash hand delivered for your consumption.

You twist the stem of the coral rose between your thumb and index finger, gently placing the rose to his chest. "Desire, a deep and longing wish for something or someone."

He places his palm above your hand, holding the rose and your hand against his chest. His eyes flick down to your lips and he hopes you don't feel the thundering of his heart beneath your palm.

With his other hand he pulls the lavender rose from your grasp, twirling it between his fingers just as you did.

"Love at first sight, the experience of starting to be in love with someone as soon as you see them for the first time."

So he does know the meaning.

He tenderly brings the rose to your temple, slowly caressing the velvet petal down the curve of your cheek, to the soft angle of your jaw. His eyes never leave yours, enchanted by your beauty, a beauty that he's only read in fairy tales and mythology. He travels the rose across your full lips, and his eyes flick down to the suppleness of your bottom lip.

The tickle of the petal against your mouth causes you to bite your lip through a smile. His eyes widen and he licks his lips on instinct, your sweet smile draws him closer, the taste of you a breath away.

His hand lifts from yours gently tucking a soft strand of your hair behind your ear, his thumb caresses the shell of your ear making your body shiver under his gentle touch, fingers fan to the nape of your neck pushing into your hair, cradling the back of your head in his palm. He closes the gap as his plush lips collide with yours, slow soft pecks testing the waters afraid of feeling too desperate to dive right in like he wanted to.

Still between his spread legs you pull him closer by the nape of his neck, his hand finds the curve of your hip bringing you closer bracing you between his thighs, palm firmly cradling your head deepening the kiss with the hunger of a starved man. His tongue swipes over the seam of your lips, eager to explore the movement of your tongue against his. You part your lips granting him entry, he moans at the taste of you, tongues swirling fighting for dominance. You cradle his face, thumb pulling at his bottom lip, nibbling on the fullness, needing to be closer, deeper.

The hand on your hip snakes its way around your waist, finding the smooth skin of your exposed back. A gasp leaves your mouth as his knuckles trace down your spine, creating tiny sparks in its wake. He tilts his head, nose brushing against your jaw, lips finding the crook of your neck. You expose your neck to him in raw desire for him to continue down this path. Granting him permission he nibbles and bites at the skin, scented by your alluring perfume.

He's intoxicated by the feel of your flesh under his hands, wanting to feel more of you, he boldly palms the round globes of your ass, a grip so deep his fingertips tickle your clothed cunt causing you to squeal and jump, breaking the heated kiss. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, It's really hard to resist you." He abruptly stands, retreating both hands in a show of surrender and respect.

Unable to meet your eyes, he paces your kitchen clearly frustrated in his lapse of judgment. "Hey, It's ok…I.. I liked it" Your soft voice breaks his pacing and he finally looks at you searching for any sign of uncomfortableness, finding none he relaxes hes shoulders, relieved he didn't just blow it. "Can I hug you? Promise just a hug." You nod and he reaches for your arms, pulling you close to his firm body.

He understands now how men fall to their knees in the presence of goddesses and sirens of the deep. Eddie's not spiritual in the slightest but the way your hot skin makes him feel and the lustful way you look at him he knows if he doesnt get you out of this house he'll bow down to you with pleading eyes begging to worship you. "Lets, get out of here yeah?"

With his hand at the small of your back he leads you out to his car, opening the passenger side and averting his eyes when your dress rides up the meat of your thighs as you sit down. You smooth down ur dress, pulling the hem down to cover up afraid you've over dressed for the occasion. He enters the drivers side, wide smile as he stares at you, his passenger princess and arm candy for the night.

The drive is filled with music and laughter. No awkward silence between you, Eddie's thoughtful questions are deeper than strangers asking about the weather. Yours not so much. "So uh, what's the worst nickname someone has ever called you?"

Eddie chuckles, remembering his highschool days are long gone but never forgotten. "In highschool people called me freak." He glances over to gauge your reaction, hoping the title that he wore proudly doesn't put you off. He catches a slight frown when you look away from him and he wonders if he said the wrong thing. "Freak because….of all the girls you–"

"No. That's not. Actually far from that." He laughs. "Freak as in strange and unusual. I was the town piriah, Eddie The Freak Munson."

Its hard to believe his words when he turns his body towards you, one hand on the wheel and the other bracing the back of your headrest looking over his shoulder, eyes focused and concentrated in reversing. You focus on his thick corded neck, protruding adams apple so delicious Eve couldnt resist. The scar along his strong angular jaw acting like an X on a treasure map, you'd dig with your bare hands just to touch him.

His shirt is pulled tight around his bicep showcasing his lean muscle, defined forearms from years of playing guitar. Hes unaware of how attractive he is, relying solely on his charisma and charm. It works for him, because he's got you in the palm of his hand.

You're not sure if it's just Eddie, an unexpected turn on or both that has you squeezing your thighs together, craving a friction only he can provide.

"I can feel you staring at me."

He's looking at you now, arm still braced behind your seat, incredibly close you can feel his breath on your lips.

"You're pretty to look at." You reply, studying the map of freckles that decorate his face. He grins, cheeks flushed pink by your compliment. "If you ask me, between the both of us, you're the pretty one." He puts the car in park and grasps your hand in his, placing a sweet kiss to your knuckles. His hands feel rough against your skin but his kiss is soft and caring.

"Let me get the door, yeah?" He walks to your side of the car, opening the door like a gentleman that he's learning to be. Your dress is sitting mid thigh, too short and tight to stand up without flashing someone. He sees your hesitancy and instead of standing on the side of the door, allowing you space to get out, he comes close next to you, shielding your body from anyones wandering eyes. The heel of your shoe hits the pavement as your leg extends out of the car. He swallows.

He's seen this a million times in movies, a beautiful leggy woman exits the car with poise and grace. Men stop what they're doing to pick up their jaw from the floor, but Eddie never thought that he'd witness such a thing in real life. He looks to his sides making sure no one is expecting a peep show, already feeling very protective of you. When it's clear he offers you his hand and you accept, while the other pulls the hem of your dress down, keeping your knees together like a lady, you gracefully exit the car.

"Come, It's this way." He says, fingers intertwined with yours as he walks next to you. His hands are much bigger than yours, rough and calloused from playing instruments. You don't miss the way his thumb circles your knuckles, It's soothing and warm against your skin. He's soothing to you.

On the outside he's a bouncing ball of chaos and electricity but when you're with him he soothes your racing mind, calmness washes over you and while there's a storm raging in your mind he offers the hot coffee and warm blanket. You grip his hand a little tighter, grounding him to you for as long as you can.

A gasp leaves your lips when you finally see where he brought you. Gravel crunches beneath your shoes as you pass under an archway that's decorated in ivy. The sky is painted in light shades of orange and pink, fluffy cloud trails as far as you can see. To the right, a small natural pond is home to white and orange koi fish. Large green lily pads float on top of the rippled water, caused by perched stones creating a tiny waterfall. Shades of deep green moss cover many of the large rocks that surround the pond. A few red eared turtles are catching the last few rays of the sun before they retreat to their home.

Rows and rows of fresh greenery cloud your vision as you remember a time when you'd walk hand in hand with your mother at a similar place. "Eddie, you brought me to a greenhouse!?" Excitement is written all over your face and Eddie internally high fives himself for a job well done. The fact that he knew you liked plants from being in your apartment beforehand is never to be spoken of.

"Yeah, I hope that's ok?"

"More than ok, I love it. All these plants look so beautiful." If you weren't wearing a dress and heels you'd jump for joy. It suddenly dawns on you that from an outsider your way overdressed for the occasion and Eddie catches you looking down judging your own clothing choices. "Hey, don't worry. Just need to stand by the flowers and you'll blend right in." He smiles, leading you down the path of hanging pothos.

"If you see anything you like, it's yours."

"Oh no, don't tell me that. I'll buy everything. Besides, my apartment's already full of different plants." You laugh, walking straight to a golden pothos with thick heart shaped leaves. He knows your apartment has more than enough greenery so he offers you an opportunity usually reserved for a girlfriend. It doesn't occur to him till after he says it.

"My place is pretty bare, there's a few lonely windows that could use some color."

You stop what you're doing to look at him and take in what he just offered. Decorating his place with hand picked plants of your choice, most men freak out at the mention of a girl invading their space, yet he suggests living plants that need tending. You assume you'll be watering and changing the soil to each individual plant so it thrives in its new environment.

Does he already picture you becoming a regular in his home?

Does he want you in his home? You wouldn't mind. It's too soon to think about the future, so you shake away the thought.

Nevertheless, no one ever made such a sweet gesture and if he was this caring on your first date how would the 10th date go or even the 100th. He's a little rough around the edges on the outside but the way his dimpled smile is brighter than the sun and how he's currently swatting at a string of leaves that have tangled in his hair, you know deep down he's a silly boy with his heart on his sleeve.

You giggle at his antics and walk over to help him.

"This thing just started attacking me." He jokes, pulling a tiny leaf out of his hair.

"I think it chose you." You reply through a smile, pulling the plant down and placing it in his hands.

"Ceropegia or string of hearts. You see, its leaves are shaped like tiny hearts." You gently trace the leaves with your fingertips, admiring the purplish vines hanging from the pot. Eddie admires you more than the plant he's holding. The sunset creates a beautiful glow against your skin, beaming bright like a spotlight in the dark, showing him the way home, the way to you. He wonders if you'd let him in, with your arms wide waiting for his embrace or would he need to climb through broken windows to reach you.

He doesn't know it yet but someone else is already knocking on the door, patiently waiting for you to answer. In this moment though the thought of Sebastian doesn't even enter your mind, too focused on this new fluttering feeling in your heart, just waiting for those angelic chimes to let you know he's the one.

"How do you know about all these plants and flowers?"

"When I was a kid my Mom would come to different nurseries and botanical gardens, she'd let me run around to release all my energy while she shopped for different flowers to give to my dad. She said that most men don't receive flowers till their funeral so she made it a regular thing for him. The first plant that caught my attention was a fuzzy succulent. Fuzzy like a peach my mom said. So from there the nickname stuck and my love for plants and flowers."

You relived the memory with a smile on your face, no tears or sadness at the mention of your late mother. A small step to healing the hurt that still lingered.

"Your Mom sounds wonderful. I'd love to meet her."

You stop in your tracks, dark clouds suddenly covering the bright sun in your heart. Eddies concerned eyes come into focus, gold rays piercing through the clouds to warm you, gentle hands cupping your face, bringing you comfort.

"Hey, you ok?" His thumbs are soft as they circle the apples of your cheeks.

"She..she passed away……last year." You choke, throat tight with emotion, yet a sense of relief washes over you at finally being vulnerable to say the words out loud.

"I'm so fucking sorry Peach. I…I know how it feels to lose a mother, mine passed away when I was just a kid. It's not supposed to happen this way ya know. We aren't supposed to bury our parents."

He pulls you close in a tight hug, cheek resting on top of your head. It saddens you to know that Eddie lost his mother as a young child, you can't imagine the impact it had on him growing up. You felt a connection with him before but knowing that he also understands the pain of losing a parent, you feel bonded to him in a way you've never felt with anyone else. The scent of his cologne and the way he's holding you with such care and compassion makes your heart soar, you could be in his arms for hours and it still wouldn't be enough.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down." You pull back, dropping your arms from around his waist but he doesn't let you go far. His hands are on your shoulders, soothing your arms in an up and down motion.

" Nope. None of that. Not with me ok."

He tilts your chin up with his pointer finger and thumb, chocolate eyes searching yours, his gaze travels to your mouth and he leans in, placing a sweet kiss to your lips, erasing all your worries.

You continue down the row like a kid in a candy store, darting from plant to plant, low growing ferns with fuzzy leaves to tall monstera plants with leaves as big as your head. You choose three more plants for Eddies home and not once does he object at your selection. He's all smiles and rosy cheeks seeing the joy and excitement in your eyes as you tell him about the different plants you know about and how to care for them. He could listen to you talk about your interests all day if it meant spending more time with you.

As the sun sets below the horizon, stars illuminate the dark sky and day turns into night. You find yourself sitting across from Eddie, a whiskey glass held towards you in a toast.

"To honor. If you can't cum in her cum on her." You speak through a giggle, clinking your glass to his throwing your head back, wincing as the burn of tequila travels down your throat. You don't usually drink, due to all your medications but its a special occassion where one drink wont hurt. Eddie's eyes are wide, stunned by your vulgar toast as he brings the glass to his lips. "Shit, I'll drink to that." He comments, through a wide grin above the rim of the glass before he downs the amber liquid.

A man around your age stands at your side, notepad and pen in hand ready to take down your order, he smiles brightly at you and you return the gesture in politeness. "Good evening, My name is Leo, I'll be your server tonight." He starts, full attention directed towards you, not once breaking eye contact to acknowledge the other guest at the table. "What are we celebrating tonight, a wedding anniversary, perhaps?"

Eddie's scanning the menu one last time, finalizing his selection when the sound of your giggle pulls his attention towards the server. He narrows his eyes at him, familiar with this tactic, a not so clever way of asking if you're available.

He watches as Leo shamelessly flirts with you, veiled under the pretense of being a likable server. When you answer his question with a 'Not married' he turns to Eddie eyeing him up and down. "Don't take too long man, or someone else will take her off your hands." He chuckles, not quite landing his attempt at a joke. Eddie doesn't want to make a scene and ruin your date, smart enough to know you don't mess with people who handle your food, so he ignores the comment and signals for you to order.

"I'll get those started right away, If there's anything else I can get for you don't hesitate in flagging me down." He throws you a wink and retreats to the kitchen behind you. Eddie scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head at the server's audacity. He catches sight of Leo behind you seemingly talking about you to the chef because he snaps his head in your direction. It suddenly occurs to him that your dress is backless, hence the reason for the peering eyes behind you. His gaze travels from your pretty face, to your delicate neck, down the swell of your perky breasts. His lips part in a silent gasp as he takes note of your pebbled nipples visible under your dress. Eddie was never the jealous type but with you It's different and knowing the server's been eye fucking your tits has him seeing red.

Before he has a chance to offer you his jacket you catch him off guard by your bold question. "I'm sorry?" He asks, not sure if he heard you correctly.

"Are you married?"

Yep. He heard you correctly.

"Nope, never been married." He answers, brows pinched in confusion. "Where's this coming from?" He questions, taking a sip from his drink, needing a distraction from the odd inquiry.

"It's silly but my friends have this red flag list and well you have a job, so you're not broke. You have a car, your own place, and now I know you're not married."

Amused by the list he wonders what else is considered a red flag. "What else is on the list? I'm really curious now."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm, go ahead, ask away."

He leans back in the chair, ready for the spitfire of random questions.

"Girlfriend?"

"Not yet." He smiles.

"Baby mama?"

"Nope."

"Crazy ex?"

"Hmmm." He looks in the distance, carefully thinking of his response as his mind briefly flashes to Becky.

"No."

"Girl best friend?"

"Nope, guy."

"Ever been arrested?"

"Yes."

Before you could prod for more details Leo's standing at your table, arms balancing oval plates with your evening dinner.

"A5 japanese wagyu for the gentleman." He places the plate in front of Eddie, unaware of the glare he's receiving from the metalhead.

"Filet mignon, for the very beautiful lady."

Eddie rolls his eyes as the plate is placed in front of you, jaw clenched in anger.

"Thank you." You reply, returning the kindness to the server with a friendly smile.

It happens quickly but Eddie sees it in slow motion. Leo inches closer, placing his hand high up on your shoulder, hot skin against your hot skin. Hunger in his stare as he peers down at your gorgeous doe eyes, dazzling under the soft glow of the lights, full kissable lips, wet from your beverage.

"You're very welcome."

Eddie doesn't hear a thing too focused on the subtle caress of his thumb on your flesh. His four other fingers imprint just below your neck, between your shoulders. You're too kind and sweet to pick up that this is more than a friendly server, more than cheeky banter, more than upbeat charade to garner better tips.

The chefs in the kitchen observe their friend closely, smiles and elbows to the ribs in jest as they admire Leo's hand touching you. It becomes too much when his hand pulls away, fingertips slowly dragging across the bare skin of your shoulder. The sleeve to your dress delicately slips off, exposing the smooth curve of your shoulder and collarbones.

Eddies up in a flash, chair scraping the tile floor as its shoved behind him. His face is angry as he towers over the smaller man, never backing down in a fight to defend a woman, his woman. Fist clenched and ready for impact, jaw so tight his molars grind against each other.

Rage swirls in his eyes as he shoots daggers toward Leo daring him to make a move. Daring him to touch you again with his greasy fingers, and see what happens when he breaks them one by one. Look at you with those lustful eyes one more time and he'll rip them from his pathetic skull, just like hes witnessed before. This time it wont be by Vecna's hand but his own.

"Murder." He speaks, not once breaking eye contact with the frightened man cowering in front of him.

"I was arrested for murder."

He leans over whispering something in the mans ear.

'Touch her again and i'll fucking kill you.'

Without another word or look in your direction Leo scurries back to the kitchen, where his friends busy themselves, avoiding Eddie's homicidal glare.

You're shocked beyond belief at what you just witnessed and Eddie's revelation, but his show of dominance and possessiveness has your panties drenched in arousal. If it wasn't for all the guests enjoying their meal, you'd fall to your knees, take his full length into your awaiting mouth, choke on his fat cock till drool dribbles down your chin and your eyes water. And once you swallow his seed with a smile on your face you'd beg for more.

Eddie thinks he's officially blown it, causing a disturbance on your first date and admitting he got arrested for murder. It's not till you're licking your lips and shifting in your seat that he realizes it's the exact opposite. You're not afraid that he took someone's life or that seeing another guy touch you lit a fire in him so bright it threatened to burn the place down. It turned you on. HE turns you on, more than anyone ever has, and in this moment you want him, need him so badly it burns.

His hands are gentle against your hot skin as he hooks his finger under the sleeve of your dress, bringing the sparkling fabric back over your shoulder. His eyes are warm, no longer filled with anger as they marvel at you. His brown eyes are suddenly your favorite shade. His touch, the best feeling against your skin. His kiss, your favorite flavor. The scent of his cologne becomes your favorite scent, as he drapes his leather jacket over your shoulders, shielding you from prying eyes and unwanted touches.

He finds his seat again, knife and fork in hand as he cuts into his food.

"Wrongfully arrested." He clarifies, fork sliding between his lips. His eyes close, savoring the marbled steak "mmm so good. You want some?" You nod and he cuts into another piece, holding the fork out for you. His eyes watch as you wrap your lips around his fork, deliberately pulling off with a slow drag of your mouth, pouty lips glistening from the grease of the juicy steak. Eddie's cock twitches at the pornographic sound that leaves your lips when the bursts of flavor coat your tongue.

"Mmmmm Delicious." You coo, swiping at the edge of your mouth with your thumb.

"How did it feel– Being handcuffed, and thrown around?

Eddie's eyebrows disappear under his bangs in surprise, a sly grin plastered on his handsome face. He truly hopes he's not reading you wrong, or he'll regret his next words if he is.

"I…I could show you. My place Isn't far from here."

He downs the rest of his drink, bracing himself for your rejection. Self deprecating thoughts mock him, until your angelic voice brings him out of it.

"Yea, I want you to show me."

I want you.

I want you.

I want you.

Show me.

Show me.

Show me.

"Check please!"

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The drive to Eddie's place is filled with bashful glances and flirty touches. He can't get enough of you. His body screams to be close to you, touching you in any capacity you'll allow, holding hands between the console, gentle hands cupping your neck, bringing you close for heated kisses at stop lights. If at any moment you were to tell him to stop, if going to his place is all of a sudden a bad idea or he senses any discomfort, he's man enough to respect your boundaries and end the night with just as much enthusiasm as it started.

The car comes jostling up as he hits a speed bump a little too quickly, causing your tits to bounce deliciously and the hem of your dress to ride up. His eyes linger on the meat of your plush thigh, glancing towards your lap every few seconds, blood rushing to his dick as he envisions what's between your legs.

You don't miss the way he's gripping the steering wheel and shifting in his seat, chest heaving with every breath. You catch him licking his lips as eyes dart to your thighs and it makes a fire burn within you. Being wanted and lusted after fueling your boldness, you grab his hand and place it on your inner thigh.

His wide eyes snap to yours, pupils dark with hunger, craving to devour you whole. "Shit, you're amazing." He praises, kneading your flesh between his fingers, denting your skin with his grip. You bring his hand between your legs, pulling your dress up around your waist exposing your black panties.

"Oh fuck fuck. That's so hot." He breathes, cupping your cunt over your panties. His middle and ring fingers massage your slit, eyes glancing between the road ahead and his hand between your legs. A hiss is pulled from his lips as you reach over and palm his hard cock through his pants. "Fuck baby, feels so good." He groans, angling his hips up, chasing your palm.

"Need more Eddie." You coo, spreading your legs wider, giving him better access to your cunt.

"Shit. Ok yeah. Anything you want." He gulped, Carefully pulling your panties to the side, sliding his middle finger into your entrance, groaning as he pumped into you.

"Fuck, youre so wet princess."

His second finger breaches your entrance, easily sliding in, fingering you with one hand while the other holds the wheel, racing towards his house. You leaned your seat back causing Eddies fingers to fuck you deeper, hitting that soft spongy spot you could never reach. Pleasure building at the way his rings cool your hot core.

The car comes to a complete stop in the driveway, fingers pulling out of you as Eddie throws his seat back.

"Come here" he demands, hauling you onto his lap, fingers digging into your hips as he rocks you back and forth on his dick.

His mouth crashes into yours, all teeth and swirling tongues. You groan into him, enjoying the flavor of his tongue like an ice cream on the fourth of july.

His kisses trail down attacking your neck, sucking a bruise to your hot skin, marking his territory like he owns you. Hands grab your ass, kneading the fat and pushing you deeper into him.

Your fingers pull at his belt, looping it through the buckle, frantically undoing the button. Your eyes search his, waiting for approval to continue. He nods eagerly, watching your hands slowly undo him as you pull the zipper down, he lifts his hips, shuffling his pants and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock.

His length springs free, slapping his stomach and the dark curls that make up his happy trail. You gasp at his size, long and thick with a slight curve, mouth watering at the pearl of pre cum coating his tip. You bite your lip, gripping his cock at its base making Eddie moan at the feeling of your soft hands stroking him.

"Fuck angel, that feels incredible." He groans, finally being able to feel your hands around his cock.

You lean forward coating his dick with a line of spit, massaging it on his shaft with slow strokes. "Put me inside baby, I need to feel you." He grips your hips, lifting you above his cock as you pull your panties aside and line him up with your entrance. Slowly, you sink down on his shaft, inch by inch. Eddie whines as you slide down his shaft, body shuddering at the stretching of your tight hole. "Oh fuck fuck fuck, baby youre so fucking tight."

He moans into your mouth as he fills you completely, fully seated on his hard cock you begin to bounce dragging his length along your velvet walls. Ass slapping his thighs when you pounce on him over and over.

"Wait wait." He breathes, "Can we take this inside?" You nod, as Eddie exits the car, still buried deep inside you, legs wrapped around his waist as he holds his pants with one hand and the other wrapped around your waist.

Your laugh vibrates against him at the thought of a neighbor seeing you two shuffle to the door, like two teenagers that are pressed for time. As soon as the door closes behind you he's fucking you against the wall, moans filling the room in needy passion.

"I'm sorry Peach." Before you can respond he forcefully rips your dress, fabric bunched at your midsection, bare tits bouncing in his face. "So beautiful" he mouths, squeezing your breast between his hands, taking your pebbled nipple between his lips, sucking and laving at the perky bud.

He walks you to his bedroom, flicking on the light as he throws you down against his mattress, He toes off his shoes, pulling his pants down to his ankles, stepping out and chucking them aside. Boxers still loosely hanging on, exposing the delicious V you can't wait to pepper with your wet mouth.

His hands reach to pull your dress down your body, and you flinch away, holding your dress tighter to your body, remembering your scars that mark the sides of your ribs. Scars that no one has seen, scars that make you insecure.

He worries he's done something wrong and this is where the night ends. "Hey hey, uh we could stop here sweetheart. If that's what you want."

You shake your head. "Eddie, it's just, I have these ugly scars." You can't meet his eyes, too shy and self conscious, but Eddie understands more than you think. He can't imagine any part of you is ugly and it breaks his heart knowing you thought a scar would scare him away.

"Can I show you something?" He asks, fingers unbuttoning his shirt. You nod, gaze fixed on his hands, curious as to what he wants to show you.

Belly full of nerves at what he's about to expose, he undoes each button one by one. Skin sticky with sweat from your car session and anxiety climbing up his body, he's had years to heal but this moment when he's vulnerable panic sets in.

"There's absolutely nothing ugly about you, not inside. Not out. Not now. Not ever. Do you understand?"

He's perfect. Every part of him, hand crafted with precision and detail. Carved out of precious stone and gold, polished to a shiny finish only to be held with gloved hands.

He pulls his shirt open, revealing his toned chest covered in a light spread of hair, lean stomach, itching to be touched. His skin is severely scarred, large patches of missing flesh primarily on the left side. Pink thick tissue, twisted and grooved, angry looking, although it's been healed over.

You feel stupid so incredibly stupid. It's not a competition of who has more trauma you know that; but his scars are so much larger than yours and you called them ugly when he's further from the word. You don't dismiss the pain and torture he endured at the hands of…. Whatever did that to him. You don't ask, afraid you'd sob uncontrollably at the gruesome story. If he wants to share he'll do it on his own, no need to pry.

"I'm so sorry Eddie, I didn't mean–"

"I know baby, I know."

He inches closer to where you're sitting on the bed, stalking his prey ready to pounce. Your hands reach out, roaming his toned chest, delicatley caressing the scars that cover his body. He chuckles when your fingertips tickle his abdomen as you trail down to the pattern of dark curls that lead under the waistband of his boxers. His strong hands grip your wrists, stopping you from going further.

"Show me ....please," he whispers.

Your shaky hands grip the hem of your dress, pushed up around your hips. Bringing it over your head, you toss the material to the pile on the floor. Your arms instinctively cover over your midsection, focused mostly on your sides.

Eddie studies all your curves, a fine exquisite work of art, uniquely rare, not made for the public eye, only seen in his private collection. A collection of you, and all the different angles of your body.

"You're fucking gorgeous Peach, let me show you what you do to me."

He lowers himself to his knees, strong fingers wrap around your delicate ankle, unclasping the silver buckle of your heel, removing your left shoe, then the right. His hands travel up behind your calf, over your knees, kneading the fat of your outer thighs.

He looks beautiful like this, on his knees for you, ready to worship you like the goddess he knows you are.

Wetness pools in your panties in anticipation, hands heated on your soft skin. "Lay down for me angel, I wanna see you."

You lean back, propped on your forearms, lusting over the man in front of you. Placing his hands between your knees he parts your legs, hands on each knee pressing them close to the mattress to open you. Seeing your perfect mound covered by your lacy panties, has him light headed, eyes follow down the fabric as it disappears between your ass cheeks, into a thong.

"Fuck, youre perfect." He whispers, kissing your inner thigh. It's soft at first, but the more he tastes and licks at your skin the more desperate he becomes. He inches closer to your center, pressing his nose into your clothed cunt as he inhales your scent so deeply it fills his nostrils and expands his lungs. The smell of your arousal has his eyes rolling back pulling a deep groan from his chest.

"Fuck, You smell divine baby, can I taste you?"

"Oh my god, yes." You whimper.

He licks a fat stripe up your clothed pussy, tongue prodding your hole in a tease.

"Eddieee!" You squirm, anxious to feel his mouth on you. "Don't be mean." you plead, hips bucking towards him in need.

"Shhh, just savoring you is all."

He chuckles at your squirming, hooking your thong under his finger tips, sliding them down as you lift your hips off the bed.

"Fucking hell babe, look at you." He praises, watching as the center of your panties cling to your wetness. He brings your thong to his nose inhaling your scent again. "I'm Keeping these." He smiles, shoving them in his pocket, while his eyes are fixed on your glistening cunt.

Thick fingers glide between your folds coating them with your slick, as his thumbs spread your lips wide, exposing your pink pussy to him. Head between your thighs he licks a wide stripe from your asshole to your cunt, tongue swirling around your puckered hole before he tounge fucks it, his fingers are spreading your ass cheeks apart getting him deeper into you.

"Ohhh Fuuuck Eddie." You moan, breathless and tugging at the sheets below you. Spurred by your erotic moans he begins rutting into the mattress, searching for relief.

He growls into your core as he dines on your cunt, like he's been famished for years. His expert mouth sucks on your clit, while his fingers fuck into you at an angle that hits your g spot just right.

"Ohmygod Eddieee I'm gonna cum." You cry out, back arching off the bed in pleasure as flashes of white burst behind your eyes. "Good girl." He praises, as he continues licking into you, slurping up all your essence until you're shoving his head away in overstimulation.

He's chuckling at you as you Scramble away from him, chest heaving and wiping your juices on the back of his hand.

The sight of his statuesque body fires you back up and you beckon him toward you. Drool forms in your mouth at the sight of his hard cock ready and willing to pleasure you again.

He searches for something in the closet, eyes gawking at his firm ass. It's over too soon because in a flash he's crawling over you.

You hear the unmistakable sound of metal clinking and before you know it, you're handcuffed to his bed.

"So, how does it feel?" He smirks, pressing his weight on top of your body, hands roaming over every curve.

"Like I'm about to be railed into oblivion."

A loud thunderous laugh emerges from him, chest rumbling above you. His deep dimples and crinkled eyes light up your life, paving the way to happily ever after.

"Pretty and smart. What else can I ask for?" He grins, brushing your nose with his, a gentle and sweet gesture pulling at your heart strings.

He traces the delicate lines of your body, lighting a fire where his hands have touched. You startle as he kisses your reddened scars, a permanent visual reminding you that you survived what tried to kill you.

Unable to wait any longer he grips the base of his cock, lining it up to your entrance. Pushing in inch by inch until he fills you completely.

"Fuuck I love this pussy." He raves, thrusting into you, hypnotized as his cock disappears inside you over and over.

He lifts your leg over his shoulder to get a better angle, fucking you so hard the headboard hits the wall in a rhythm thats music to your ears. You swallow his grunts and moans in breathless kisses, licking and biting at his reddened lips. Arms still restrained above your head you writhe and squirm as his thumb makes circles on your clit, lighting a fire in your belly. Flames building and building as he applies the perfect amount of pressure to your swollen bud. Your legs begin to shake and twitch as he brings you closer and closer to euphoria.

"Fuck Eddie, I'm gonna–

"Me too baby me too."

A deep guttural moan rips from his chest as white hot cum paints your walls, hips jerking forward as he empties his seed into you. Your toes uncurl from the intense orgasm that washed over you. Chest heaving and Breathless, he releases you from the cuffs, covering your face with your hands you giggle into your palms in blissful happiness.

Eddie peppers you with lazy kisses, mumbling sweet nothings.

'Amazing.'

Kiss.

'So fucking beautiful.'

Kiss.

'Like you so much'

Kiss.

When you both come down from the passionate high, he rolls off to the side, pulling out of you with a groan; already missing your warmth. Instinctivley you nestle your head on his chest, leg draped over his, as his arm wraps around your shoulders, smoothing down your hair, he brings your wrists to his mouth for delicate kisses.

"That was… mind-blowing."

"Incredible."

You both speak in unison.

The loud ring of Eddie's phone breaks the silence. He scrambles over, smiling at the screen as he checks the message. Subtly averting the screen from your peering eyes, he texts back and places his phone face down.

"Let's wash up, yeah?"

You follow Eddie to the shower where he washes every part of your body with soft strokes and sensual kisses. He invites you to see his band perform, a promise of a 2nd date with live music and drinks. To show you how electrifying his performance is he takes you against the shower walls, making you sing the song of fulfilled ecstasy.

Tangled under the covers, warm in his embrace, a deep sleep comes over the both of you. In his arms your mind's at peace, no signs of a thundering storm looming near.

Deep in the realms of dreamland you don't hear the ring of Eddie's phone, the way he quietly untangles from your body. Or the sound of his voice when he's whispering into his phone '...can't wait to see you.' You don't hear the shuffle of him dressing, or the scratching of pen on paper. You don't even feel the adoring kiss he places on your cheek. Or the sound of the door closing as he exits the room.

What you do feel, is the rays of the morning sun as it filters through the room. Cold sheets tangled between your bare legs as you stir. A once warm bed now cold and empty, lacking in the heat that brought you to your knees.

Hopeful arms search the bed, reaching the end with no one else beside you. It was a perfect night and for that you're grateful. But the clock strikes midnight, and Cinderella's dress turns to rags, magic and fairytale long gone.

A sense of loneliness engulfs you, as you sit up in his empty bed. Eddie's nowhere to be found, no shower running, no coffee brewing in the kitchen. A rouge tear rolls down your cheek and you furiously wipe it away.

You pull your dress back on with the ripped silver straps, no bra and your panties missing; a souvenir to add to his collection you're sure. With your heels in hand you do the walk of shame, out his room, down the hall.

You freeze in place as three sets of eyes stare at you in disbelief. Their smirks and wide eyes tell you they know what activities took place last night.

"Hi. Um, I'm just gonna head out." You mumble, heat rising to your cheeks in embarrassment.

You sigh at the fresh breeze that hits your skin as you exit the home, closing the door behind you. Loud laughs erupt behind the door, pausing you in your step to listen closely.

"Where is Eddie By the way?"

"Eh, you know him, fuck em and leave em, onto the next."

"She must not have been that easy. Took longer than he said it would."

"Still fucked him on the first date."

"Just like the rest."

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[generalzar0ff]

Most of this was drawn in September of last year, but I decided to finally complete it!

So, here are the penguins of Madagascar and their lemur friends as humans!

I know this has been done to death already, but I wanted to provide my own interpretation. I’ll provide my design choices for each character under the cut, if anybody’s interested!

Skipper: I do not want to throw shade to anyone, but most of the human Skippers I’ve seen are either too young, too skinny, or too muscular. This guy may present himself as an authority figure, but let’s face it: this guy is your average middle-aged man with a fascination for cool spy stuff and repressed bisexuality. Trust me, my dad knows all about it. Anyway, I gave him a tacky nautical flag shirt, mostly because i couldn’t find any high-quality “hawaiian shirt with wwii planes” patterns. If it weren’t for King Julien’s design, I would’ve given Skipper aviators.

Kowalski: Typical nerdy guy. When I was showing a work in progress of the penguins, a friend of mine suggested that Kowalski’s hairline should be extra receded, and they were right. I know that this is the simplest design, but that’s because this guy just doesn’t seem the type for style. More of a practicality and formality guy. I suppose now’s a good time to mention that each of the brothers has an element of orange around their feet, cuz, well, the penguins have orange feet.

Rico: I really hope you guys get the energy that this guy listens to nu-metal. Since human beings not infused with cartoon animal wackiness cannot regurgitate convenient items, I decided to give human Rico a bunch of pockets from which cartoon HUMAN wackiness can occur. His outfit is also a bit more military-like than the others, what with the bomber jacket, cargo shorts, and combat boots. I also gave him what is essentially the boss floss from Splatoon 3’s amiibo gear.

Private: According to Penguin Lore™️, they’re all brothers, but Private is adopted, hence why he’s a bit younger [but not a child!] and I gave him a different hair texture and skin tone. His shirt has an icon from his favorite show, a Lunacorn. I also made his blue nail polish match its eyes. I take honor in the fact that a friend told me “I have several transmasc friends who look like this”.

Maurice: A lot of people who draw TPOM gijinkas don’t even draw him, which is a shame, because I love Maurice. Even more offensive is that some people don’t even depict him as an old black man, which goes against everything I know to be true in my heart. Anyway, he seems like the type to enjoy autumn/winter gear, so I gave him a big ol’ trench coat, as well as a scarf that looks like his fur puff. And the newsie cap just felt right.

King Julien: Here’s where all the flashiness went! According to an actor whom I have a personal vendetta against and thus will not name, Julien’s accent is Sri Lankan, so I took inspiration from their traditional clothing for his outfit, albeit more “cunty”, as today’s kids call it. It was imperative that this man has his toes out for obvious reasons, so I gave him sandals. I honestly have no good explanation for the leopard print leggings other than it came to me in a divine vision. Or something. The sunglasses mimic the color of his eyes!

Mort: Look, it was really hard for me not to just draw Molière from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, since his design is already kind of what I imagine this fellow looking like as a “human”. Admittedly, I’m not too proud of this design, but i think it gets the job done. His outfit purposely clashes: a matching hat and sweater, but with sweatpants, and he’s not even wearing shoes! I know the original Mort doesn’t have any purple in his design, but I felt like its inclusion made him look a little weirder. And then there’s his eyes. Yeah.

Hope this wasn’t too long, and thank you to anyone who read this portion of the post!

#my art #gijinka #humanization #tpom

[nekoannie-chan]

Secrets Chapter 21: Visiting Old Friends part II

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC, Brock Rumlow X OFC.

Word count: 1234 words.

Summary: Sometimes keeping secrets can be dangerous or a heavy burden, which is what Kathleen has been doing for years. She will also be in charge of guiding Steve Rogers into this century; meanwhile, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be looking for a way to kick-start the Avengers Initiative by integrating her as one of the superheroes, but that won't be the only danger they face.

Warnings: Shower incident.

A/N: After long time working on this longfic, I finally post it. If you wanna be added to the taglist, let me know.

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Previous chapter.

Next chapter.

Kathleen sighed, she felt like when she was a kid and her parents took her to "secret work meetings"; which most of the time were meetings with other mutants and they let her play with the other kids, very few times they were projects, but they still let her hang out with the other kids there; now they were outside Doctor Henry "Hank" Pym's house waiting for him to open the door for them.

It had been a while since she had seen that family, she vaguely remembered Hope, sometimes she took care of her when her parents worked together, when Pym opened the door it was hard for her to recognize him, he looked older than she remembered.

“ Why did you ask me to come, Doctor Pym? My dad just told me you needed my powers," she asked curiously, she didn't know anything about the quantum world, so she didn't think it could be useful.

“I need you to go to this man's audience and read his mind, he may need it in the future," asked the old man as he handed her a folder with some information.

“Scott Lang? Doesn't look like someone important, Hank," Nozomu remarked, peeking out to see what his daughter was reading.

“That's why I need your daughter’s help, I'm sure she will know how to evaluate if she is competent or not, you yourself have told me the things that could happen," Pym explained.

Then she agreed, in a week it was Scott's hearing, she would improvise something to escape.

“I never understood why several people complained about Dr Pym if he is nice," she said to her parents when they left.

He smiled, sometimes she was still so innocent, even after all she had been through.

Meanwhile, at the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gym, the training for that day had already started, Steve was worried because Kath didn't show up, he sent messages to her cell phone with some work, since he wasn't used to using the device yet, but he didn't receive any answer.

Forty-five minutes later Fury entered the place, it was rare to see him around, and with his only good eye, he looked for her without finding him.

“Captain Rogers, Commander Rumlow “he called them, and they approached”. Where is agent Anzai? “asked the director.

“Agent Anzai asked permission to leave because she was feeling sick," Brock informed, Steve looked at him astonished, he did not understand why she had not told him.

“ Did she feel sick or did you two make her sick? “Fury stared at the Commander. Rumors run fast in the corridors “he left before the pair could react and say something.

Kath was just entering her house when she received a message from Brock telling her that Fury had been looking for her, she also saw the one from Steve; internally she was glad that Brock had given a credible excuse, but now she would have to manage to avoid Steve's interrogation.

He went in to take a bath to relax, it worked so well that he didn't notice when Steve arrived, nor when he called her, the fact that he hadn't received any answer upset and worried him that he started to look for her in all the rooms, many things had gone through his mind since she was unconscious somewhere in the house until she had been kidnapped, without thinking about it he entered the only place that was needed; When she heard the door open abruptly, Kath woke up startled, she had fallen asleep in the bathtub, she looked up to see who had entered and screamed loudly when she saw Steve in front of her, he immediately turned completely red when he saw her naked and she pulled a towel trying to cover herself.

“I'm s-sorry... i-it w-wasn't my i-intention... I thought something bad had happened to me... R-Rumlow said you were feeling bad," she tried to apologize as she walked towards the door with her eyes closed.

“Steve, watch out, the... wall... “she warned him at the exact moment when the supersoldier crashed into the wall.

After he left the bathroom, she turned to see herself in the mirror, she was completely red, she had never been so embarrassed with him, although internally she had been amused, she could even say that she liked him seeing her, did Steve like seeing her like that, she shook her head vigorously to clear those thoughts from her mind, she had to get dressed quickly and go to apologize to him.

“Steve," she called to him in a sweet voice, he didn't dare to look at her, "I'm sorry for what happened a few moments ago," she felt nervous.

“It's my fault, I should have knocked first, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that Rumlow said you didn't go to the training because you felt bad and I thought something bad happened to you “his face was still red.

“When there are a lot of people and their minds are noisy and I end up with a migraine, I'm really sorry about what happened, the bath helps me with the discomfort “she apologized again.

The day of Scott's trial she was there, he had been sentenced guilty and would be locked up for three years, it seemed unfair to her, and he tried to stop them from continuing to cheat people. From what she had heard in Scott's mind, she deduced that if he would serve what Hank wanted, in fact, she could tell he was the perfect candidate. His next stop was Pym's house again to brief him on the situation.

Steve sighed, he felt that he was betraying Peggy with what he felt, but there was something that made him uneasy, sometimes it seemed as if a long time ago, before entering the army, he had met Kathleen and that she had a lot of importance in his life, that had no logic, the resemblance of her with Katherine was too much, but Katherine he met at the same time as Peggy without counting that the dates did not coincide so it was more than impossible.

When Kathleen arrived home what she saw made her feel very sad, she was having a hard time understanding her feelings to see that scene, Steve had fallen asleep on the couch and in one hand he had the compass open with Peggy's picture and on the small table the card.

Sometimes she didn't know if she had done the right thing, it hurt her that she was not reciprocated or at least she thought so, she went straight to her room without saying anything.

“ What should I do? “She asked herself while she looked at the pictures of Nico, Clarice, Saori and the twins, if they were there they could advise her, she missed them so much, then she turned to one of the corners of the room and gave a sad smile to her friends, she kept the pictures where she always hid them and got under the covers to pretend she was sleeping.

“Kathy? “He entered the room and found that she was "asleep", he brushed her hair out of her face and gave her a little kiss on the cheek, but close to the corner of her lips. Rest well, doll," he murmured very softly, almost inaudibly.

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#Secrets #steve rogers x oc #brock rumlow x oc

[throwaway-yandere]

freeze.

a/n: thanks for this fun tag game @zhongrin!!! I love freeze teams. My second freeze is Ayaka, Xingqiu, Sucrose, and Benny/Kuki/FlexChara... Can ya'll tell I'm uploading this now to cleanse the vileness and violence of the first three fics I wrote this year with some crack and wholesome (diona brings the crack fics) brainrots lmao. SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AHHAHA

Tagging: @leftdestiny-posts, @yostresswritinggirl & @tofuxiaociao, cuz, idk either lmao. anyone who thinks this is fun and decided to make one of these tag me too I wanna read it lololol, and uh, if anyone I tagged already made one can yall send me the link too cuz mixed-kester's was a fun read--

ayato's freeze: Kamisato Ayato, Chongyun, Kaedehara Kazuha, and Diona (+ Ansytea)

“When, I wonder, did you come under the illusion that you were winning?”

Kamisato Ayato ←→ Chongyun

“You remind me of my sister�� not due to an aspect as unsubstantial as wielding cryo visions— it is because of your earnest drive to achieve results while remaining true to one’s self. As a noble, that is a trait I most admire”

“I… Thank you, Lord Kamisato!”

Whenever Kamisato Ayato is forced tasked to go along on Ansy’s expeditions, he looks forward to seeing Chongyun. He thinks of him as good person. Oftentimes, Ayato finds himself observing Chongyun’s practices. In times when there is not much to do but idle, the lord helps the exorcist memorize his lines.

“Save, save, save— think about it like this: who are you trying to save? Picture their image in your head and I assure you, you will never forget the last part of that mantra again.”

“Mind be purged, world be saved… If you were me, who would you be thinking of, Lord Kamisato?”

“*chuckles* Well, that much is obvious, is it not?”

“Hmm… You’re thinking about your family and clan, right?”

“Oh no, I was thinking about Ansy.”

“Really?”

“No.”

They both trust each other, even when most of their interactions are done in silence. Chongyun has undeniable respect for Ayato since they are both heirs to their clan, and in turn, Ayato sees another sibling and friend whenever he fights alongside him.

“As you said, you’ve placed your trust in me, Lord Kamisato! I must not disappoint you.”

“Very well then, I shall go along with this proposal. Let’s see to it that this expedition will go smoothly.”

“What on earth are you two doing…? Ayato, why is Chongyun sleeping on the table?” Ansy sighed, looking at the wiped-out exorcist. They pressed the back of their palm against his sweaty forehead, paling as they noticed how warm he was. “W-Wait… Did he forget his popsicles? Oh, shucks—”

Kamisato Ayato shrugged but didn’t dare break his gaze at the pot he was stirring before Ansy even entered the teapot.

“I’m not sure, I just had him taste the milk tea I made. I’m rather disappointed that he never got to tell me how it tasted. Perhaps he was too jaded after that expedition you sent him on.”

“Jaded…?”

Ansy grabbed the “milk tea” Ayato prepared.

… Oh no.

“Ayato?”

“Yes, Mx. Ansy?”

“What is this?”

“You’ve told me that Chongyun has an affinity for cold-tasting foods,” Ayato said, completely unaware of his crimes. “So, I prepared him a milk tea that tastes similar to minty meat rolls. I knew you like spicy food so I procured extras for you as well—”

A resounding facepalm echoed inside Ansy’s teapot, which made Lord Kamisato more hesitant to face them.

“My Lord.”

“… Yes?”

“Never cook for him again.”

“Understood.”

Kamisato Ayato ←→ Kaedehara Kazuha

They canonically know each other and Ayato cares a ton about his subordinate clan members. There’s not much to be added here

They’d likely go on expeditions together with Kazuha in charge of directing where to go.

There’s a silent trust between these two, and considering how much everyone depends on Kazuha when it comes to exploration, he's Ayato’s number 1 advisor.

“Do you think my sister will enjoy this souvenir?”

“Depends, does the himegimi like calligraphy brushes?”

“It is one of her greatest hobbies.”

“Then I don’t see why this you shouldn’t purchase it.”

If it weren’t for Kazuha, Ayato wouldn’t be triple-crowned, honestly.

He’s Ansy’s longest MVP, and the Yashiro Commissioner acknowledges that.

“How are we fairing, Kazuha?”

“There’s a pleasant breeze…” Kazuha hummed, his chin tilted upward as he immersed himself in the soothing air around him. “And—”

“And glorious sunshine?”

“… Yes,” Kazuha opened his eyes, abruptly taken aback by Ayato’s comment. “How did you know what I was about to say next?”

“I’ve heard my sister say something similar, once or twice,” The Yashiro commissioner replied nonchalantly. “Is it from a poem? I’m afraid I may not be as well-versed as my sister.”

That’s most likely a lie, but Kazuha didn’t question it.

“No, it is not.”

“Hmm, well then, I suppose you and Ayaka have something in common.”

“I wouldn’t dare compare myself to someone as great as the Shirasagi Himegimi.”

“I’m aware, that’s why I’m doing it for you. You have an interesting way of speaking, Kazuha. I hope your artistic talents continue to flourish, no matter how far from home you may be.”

Chongyun ←→ Kaedehara Kazuha

Probably the only person Ansy trusts with helping Chongyun calm his Yang energy down.

Unlike Diona who seems incredibly excited and Ayato who sounds melancholic when it snows, Kazuha's rather calm whenever it occurs.

Chongyun loves going to Dragonspine with Kazuha. All Kazuha needs to do is sleep ("undisturbed") while he meditates. His presence is enough.

Chongyun and Kazuha most definitely meditate together. They would talk about rocks and recommend which places feel nice to sit on.

"Is this the place?"

"Yes!" Chongyun gestured to the rock happily. 

Wordlessly, both of them had trekked Guyun Stone Forest. Kazuha did not question where the exorcist was leading him, but the scent of the wind was familiar enough to inform him that this was near Beidou's ship, and that it was also...

"The place an arrow nearly hit me."

"Huh?"

"This was also the place where an arrow nearly hit me," Kazuha nodded solemnly, not seeing Chongyun's shocked expression behind him. "They thought simply because I was busy making a haiku, they'd have a shot at taking me down."

"O-Oh! I'm so sorry I didn't-"

"This is a wonderful spot, Chongyun," Kazuha smiled softly. "Let's both rest here."

"-know this was a bad location... Wait, what?"

Kamisato Ayato ←→ Diona

“I’m no stickler for doing things in a… certain way. Just be aware that whatever method you use, the important thing is that it delivers… acceptable results.”

“Oh, shush! These hilichurls will go down in just a few “pew pews!” Just wait, ya hound!”

“Being called a dog… Haha, how endearing.”

Unlike Chongyun, Diona and Ayato are unlikely to get along without a snark of condescension from either party. Ayato, unlike Diona, has never stated upfront that he finds her unpleasant to work with, but they make a fantastic team. Diona has saved him countless times, and it’s natural for him to feel indebted to her in some ways.

This is to say: Ayato plays the test subject by drinking her supposedly-garbage concoctions before feeling disappointed that it tastes “normal.”

“Wanna join me, Lord Kamisato? We have an event at Cat’s Tail this week.”

“It is for the best that I sit this one out. I’m a lot more fond of dogs than cats so I will only feel isolated should I—”

“It’s a TCG event~” 

”I see. I was under the impression that this would be about felines and drinks. Please, do list down my name in this event.”

“Nyehe, saw this one coming.”

This is dogs vs cats. Although Ayato wouldn’t stoop low as to “fight” a child, it’s guaranteed that their TCG battles will make the room drop a few degrees.

“Aaaand +2 heal!”

“Marvelous. I have not thought of doing that play before…”

“Hehe, never underestimate a Kätzlein girl ever again!”

That pose, that phrase, that pride— yes, this certainly reminds Kamisato Ayato of someone.

She thinks just like Arataki Itto.

“Checkmate. That was a splendid match, Ms. Diona.”

“WHAT?! H-How… How did I—” Diona bit her lip. “Wait, hold on! I was just going easy on you, sit back down!!!”

He smirked behind his hand.

Ah, what an interesting kid… Perhaps it’ll be for the best if she didn’t know the full extent of his political prowess, just like Itto—

“Hey, hey! Why are ya’ll having fun without us?!”

Speak of the devil.

Ayato pulled out his chair. The two did not look impressed but for different reasons; Itto mentally branded him a traitor for not playing games with him whereas Ansy thought it was uncouth for their lord to just randomly leave the inn without prior notice. Ayato gave both Itto and Ansy a friendly wave before gazing at the astonished cat once more.

“Beat him and Ansy, and we shall have a rematch, Ms. Diona.”

“Hmph, wipe off that smirk from your face! Just you wait, ya hound!!!”

Word of advise? We do not talk about █a█ele██!Ayato here.

: )

Chongyun ←→ Diona

The children.

Think of the children. Think of the children, My Lord. Why are you bringing them to dangerous places— listen, just because you have a thing for child labor in the Shuumatsuban doesn’t mean you can do the same to my childr—

Chongyun and Diona are incredibly fast workers. Together, they inspire Ayato to act as a better role model (Diona's skill increases speed + Chongyun makes normal attacks faster).

Outside of exploration? They don’t know how to talk to each other.

Diona likely wants to befriend Chongyun, but unfortunately, the boy takes her rants to heart. He genuinely thinks Diona hates him. 

She just doesn’t know how to show her appreciation for a kind brotherly figure.

“Kids, are you two alright?”

“Mx. Ansy!” Chongyun beamed. “You’ve returned— Diona and I took it upon ourselves to help you clean off the hilichurl camp near our tent.”

“Aww, that’s cute, you two!”

“No, it wasn’t cute!” Diona hissed. “He kept charging at enemies when he couldn’t even get his burst ready.”

“I-I just wanted to save you from the samachurl…”

“Hmph! Whatever! You should be happy I got this favonious warbow.”

“Well, Chongyun has a good weapon too, you know?”

“NO, HE DOESN’T!!! WHY DID YOU GIVE HIM A GIANT FISH?!—”

"Jealous?"

"Yes- NO!!! WHY IS CHONGYUN SWINGING A TUNA AROUND???-"

Kaedehara Kazuha ←→ Diona

… Based on Ansy’s experiences, Diona would often forget to shield Kazuha. Or, at least, the shield countdown runs out when it switches out to him cause Kazuha is honestly the only person that dies in this team—

It’s rare! Of course! But Kazuha has been somewhat unlucky each time.

Diona has no intention of hurting him since he’s one of the rare pirates who never get drunk (granted, that’s because Captain Beidou won’t let him)

The cat always feels sorry whenever Kazuha has to stand in her circle to get himself patched up.

It’s cute. Promise.

“Ooooh…” Diona whimpered, not knowing how to vocalize her apologies.

Kazuha chuckled, ruffling her hair with his bandaged hand, “it’s alright. Let’s head off with the others, Diona.”

“But…”

“I’m fine, see?” Kazuha raises his arm, relaxing his joints. “I can use my sword just fine, smooth sailing.”

“But if I did heal you perfectly, then why do you always have your hand bandaged?”

…

Kazuha frowned.

“That’s…”

His gaze lowered.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Then why—”

“And it’s not my fault either.”

Kazuha said. Diona’s no longer sure what he was talking about.

“He wanted to challenge the Shogun for the sake of change. These scars are not mere wounds but a symbol of what heroics he had done for our homeland.”

“I… I don’t get it.”

He ruffled her hair again.

“In short, vision marks are scars you should never apologize for. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

BONUS:

Ansy ←→ Kamisato Ayato + Diona

Will (mentally) perish if stuck with just Ayato and Diona alone. Once the two stop their banter, THEY’RE the ones getting bullied.

“Ansy, have you ever thought about, I dunno, combing your hair?”

“W-What? But I did comb it though…”

“Hmm, perhaps I should add skin and hair products as one of my employee benefits.”

“My lord?!”

Unfortunately, as one of Kamisato Ayato’s retainers, Ansy couldn’t make a sassy retort towards any of their teasings. Even if they have the “pass”, they’re not evil enough to challenge a commissioner and a child in a “debate.” Maybe next time… When they finally add Dainsleif to their party.

“Just you two wait… Once my husband comes home, I’ll disband this team!”

“W-Wait, c’mon Ansy, we were just kidding!!!”

“Do not put words into my mouth, I am quite serious about those employee benefits.”

“Shut up, Ayato!”

Ansy ←→ Kaedehara Kazuha

Kazuha and Ansy have been friends the longest since he’s their first 5-star who came home at around 60 pulls. He’s the most used character they have in domains based on Hoyo’s old web events. They both write and draw together to pass the time.

Ansy treats light-haired characters like family, even more so if they have reddish eyes (The chaotic team Lupical: C6 Razor, Itto, Kazuha, Cyno [and their responsible sister C3 Ningguang]). Kazuha is the only one in this team that they outright call their bestie/son/brother depending on their mood. Being comrades since 1.6, they would likely die for each other (platonic).

“Kazuha, you know that I would never replace you, right?”

“It’s okay, Ansy. You can substitute Yunjin in my place for the spiral abyss. I know you worked hard to complete her constellations. I would never be mad at you.”

“*sobs* I can’t… I’ll put you on Ayaka’s team instead…”

“*sigh* I knew you would never let me rest.”

Ansy ←→ Chongyun

DISASTROUS UNCLE/WINE AUNT MODE ACTIVATED. Ansy thinks of Chongyun as some sort of nephew or cousin to their beloved son Razor. Whenever Chongyun is hurt, they are quick to switch out Diona (so she can take damage lol) for the sake of shields and heals. They adore his wholesomeness and get overprotective when Chongyun is subjected to Xingqiu’s teasing and pranks. Shenhe and Ansy would work together to scare Xingqiu off whenever he goes too far, but Ansy never pulled for Shenhe so their interactions are limited…

They have a smile on their face every time Chongyun glides. He seems happy, so that also makes Ansy happy.

“Dear, what’s wrong?”

“Xingqiu spiked my drink with chilis in Wanmin restaurant again…”

“*cracks knuckles* Hoho, I see. What a fun practical joke indeed! Let me return the favor with even more pranks then!”

“W-Wait, Mx. Ansy, don’t—”

#ansy-writes #ansy-addendums #kamisato ayato #diona #chongyun #kaedehara kazuha

[arezenithofyouthlove]

Congratulation manhwa. You managed to turn hell arc, one of the most emotional parts of the novel, into some half-half shitty ass comedy show. I'm so disappointed I swear. My quick review of current arc, beware of strong language

Chap 112: overuse of Lloyd's face as normal. Javier has better interaction with a demon than with his master???

Chap 113: using the information in the hell Internet with only 40% true to bet for your life is stupid Lloyd. Why don't they just stick to the original where Lloyd knew Helkaro's personality through the Knight of Blood and Iron novel??? Wouldn't that make so much more sense??? All Helkaro's inner thoughts were removed. Javier casually asked Lloyd about his real identity. Urgh Lloyd's faces again 🤢

Chap 114: I don't think in the novel Lloyd acting like that or it's just manhwa adaption. But the fact they draw Lloyd tried to kill a satan crossing the lava river is disgusting. Also Lloyd's face 😮‍💨

Chap 115: the reaper adaptation is fucking stupid if you are asking me. Why didn't the reaper get that dark wizard dude soul from before? So if you practice dark magic you won't be dragged to hell at all? And you can stay on the living realm killing more people??? And the reaper talk with ogLloyd. Please shut up. Pretending to be a meaningful life lesson but it just didn't work. If Suho has system power back in Korea would he still be hardworking? Or will he also get corrupted by it too? That hypothetical question is so stupid. They are trying to make original Lloyd to be less hate-able. Since when did him care about the estate at all? Why do you need to reduce his crime?

Chap 116: this is when I feel they massacre Lloyd's character trait the most. They already did it for a long time but I will focus on this chap. How he treat to ogLloyd is completely different to the novel. Novel Lloyd knew he stole OgLloyd body so he tried to find a way to compensate him back, but manhwa Lloyd just told him to get lost cuz he didn't gain anything from doing that? Suho would never say something like that. Deep inside he is a kind hearted so he always felt guilty and wanted to help ogLloyd if he could. But look at him now? He only helped OgLloyd cuz he think he is a nuisance. Next we have the rail building situation. Lloyd was clearly in the wrong side but he acting like a real scum. He didn't even say sorry and just told the lava monster to accept it? And told Javier to kill it? For real? I can understand in the novel it was self defence since the lava monster didn't accept Lloyd's apologies but I can't make any excuse for his wrong doing in the manhwa. Are they trying to make him look like a jerk as much as possible in front of the satan eyes? Even Javier knew what Lloyd doing was wrong. Lloyd even shoved the satan to the ground while he is running away. Where is his "safety first" rule now? I know they are in hell but he didn't care about life of other at all. Novel Lloyd even built a grave for the unlucky satans died in the lava monster attack in secret but I guess doing that is too ooc with the current manhwa version of him.

Chap 117: Really? They draw Javier having fun by putting Lloyd in danger? Is this really the same Javier who swear he will protect Lloyd with his own life? And let Javier question that? This is just absurd and not funny at all. They are too focusing on drawing "comedy panel" to the point of making a person who already read the novel like me get sick of it. What irritating me is the fact that the adaption team knew they are ruining the novel source just so they can make Lloyd a money-making machine for them. Manhwa good art can't save it completely from a badly written plot lack of character development and interaction.

Chap 118: The summon acting like Lloyd. Also it seems like they forgot Bibelhyung original size is a giant beaver so they just draw the chibi version of him. Lloyd and OgLloyd talk... I wanna to strangle LHM so bad. This is not my Lloyd at all! HE DID NOT TREATING OGLLOYD LIKE THAT IN THE NOVEL. Now helping ogLloyd is just he doing free charity, oh how noble of him is that? Here come Helkaro and thing about system. I can see the adaption team try to make thing more interesting by bullshiting all the stuff about higher-being and upper side but I think it won't come to anywhere. The system is helping Lloyd too much, acting just like a convenient plot armor. This bring me back to the Destiny Point system, another stupid adaption in my opinion. It's an attempt of them to spoiler about the Prince Making Drug sequel, which in turn end up a total plot destroyer. It is literally a free version of Ending Spoiler now since it could notice Lloyd something bad happen in the future. The way it works is also questionable. How long can the butterfly effect last? The way it calculate the number of people life like mere data? Isn't it behaving like a chain sackle Lloyd at a predestined future now? It appeared after Alicia got that eyes but it didn't take that into calculation?

Phew. I will wait for chap 119 to get translated first then continue to vent, unless Tumble shadowban me like last time lol

#tged #the greatest estate developer

[clone-whore-99]

Hiiii :) If you're still accepting prompts, I have one that came to my mind recently. Of course, I leave the artistic liberties to you if you feel like taking up to this. So, I have read many oneshots where the pairings with reader was mostly Hunter and Cross, or Cross and Tech but I don't think I have read Echo x reader x Hunter piece anywhere? And I think it's a missed opportunity- my personal headcanon is that while Hunter is quite serious in bed, due to his enhanced senses, Echo would be quite playful (and sensitive if approached right). Or Wrecker x reader x Hunter, since we know Wrecker is THE playful one in the bed 😉

Of course, I understand if you don't want to write, I know I struggle with multiple pairings 😅

And I hope you have a beautiful day and something nice will happen to you 🥰

I don't know if this is what you were hoping for, but I did my best! And you're right, Echo generally doesn't get enough love in this fandom and that's just a crime for someone that cute ❤ (Also, why is it so hard to find gifs of Echo and Hunter together?)

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Pairing: Echo x f!Reader x Hunter

Rating 18+ like everything else on this blog, minors gtfo

Warnings: Echo and Reader is in an established relationship, trauma caused erectile dysfunction, insecurities, threesomes, oral (F! recieving), inappropiate use of the scomp link cuz we need to get more creative with that, re-wrote this 3 times and have not proof-read it LMK if I missed any

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Echo. The love of your life, Echo. The sweetest, most considerate man you’ve ever had the pleasure to meet - and who has given you plenty of pleasurable nights ever since. 

Though, no matter how many times you told him that, he was still incredibly insecure on that front. The explosion he had suffered, made it hard for him to get and maintain an erection to full completion. 

You always told him it didn’t matter. That you didn’t care about such things and he was still more than enough man for you. And you meant it with all of your heart.

That’s why it shocked you, when he proposed adding another man into your sex life. Although you weren’t against the idea, you needed to be sure it was something he wanted and not something he only did because he thought you’d want it.

But Echo insisted, saying that it was what he truly desired - and that he already had a suitor in mind, who wanted to try it just as much.

Of course the suitor Echo had found, was the only other person from the squad, whose genetic mutations didn’t alter his looks from regular clones.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” The Sergeant asked, almost appearing more nervous than you were.

You were about to look back at Echo who was standing behind you, but Hunter placed a hand on your cheek and forced you to look forward at him. “I’m asking you, not Echo. I need to be sure that you want this, Y/N.”

It wasn’t like you thought these wonderful men could ever want to do anything sinister or mean to you, but a part of you still feared that this was a cruel test of loyalty or an abuse of power. So, with a deep breath you straightened your back, looked Hunter in the eyes and said: “I do, BUT! Only if this truly is something Echo wants and not just something he feels obligated to, because you’re his superior. And I need him to be there as well.”

This seemingly took the soldier by surprise, as his face twisted in confusion. His gaze shifted between you and the man behind you a couple times, seemingly trying to find the right words to speak.

“Eh, mesh’la… This was all Echos idea. He was the one who came to me and asked if I’d be willing to do this.”

It was nothing short of a miracle that your neck didn’t break, with how fast you turned your head. Echo was shuffling in place, rubbing his neck nervously while coyly smiling at the ground. It was rather obvious he hoped you wouldn’t find out about it.

“Why didn’t you tell me, Echo?” You asked.

The cyborg clone closed the space between you and tenderly put his hand on your cheek. “I guess, I was scared you wouldn’t do it if I asked you in any other way… You’d refuse, because you’d think it was because I was scared I couldn’t properly please you.”

You nuzzled into his hand, loving every loving touch he produced. “Are you telling me it isn’t?”

“Mesh’la, I love you. More than I thought it was possible to love someone. I love every little sigh and moan you make, every little twitch and jump you produce as I overstimulate you,” Echo pressed his forehead against yours with a playful smirk on his lips. “But, most often when that happens, I have my head between your thighs. And as much as that’s my favorite spot to be, it makes it hard to see the look on your face when you’re fully blissed out. Plus, I’d lie if I said I wasn’t curious to see what you’d look like, while getting your brains fucked out by a flesh cock.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks, as you were taken aback by that rather lewd statement. You glanced back to see if Hunter was affected by it too, but if he did, the sergeant didn’t show it. Instead, he stood with his arms crossed and eyes fixated on you with a smug smirk shadowing his lips.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” Echo asked one more time, his eyes searching for any sign of doubt in yours.

None could be found though, as you nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yes.”

The next thing you knew, you were in bed with the two men. Echo was sitting behind you, holding you upright against his chest while his legs kept your legs apart. His flesh hand kept teasing your sensitive nipples and his eyes watched you intently with adoration and lust.

Between your thighs were Hunter working intensely. Slurping and sucking at your clit while his fingers massaged your insides, reaching that delicious spot you could never reach yourself. 

Hunter had told you about how crazy the smell of your release always drove him, so the very first thing he wanted was a taste of it. And stars did he work hard to achieve that goal.

Your orgasm felt like it was right there, but just out of reach. A part of you felt guilty about reaching full climax when it wasn’t Echo between your thighs and that part kept you just on the edge of glory, but never tipping over to euphoria. “Are you trying not to cum, because it’s not me down there?” Echo asked after what felt like an eternity. He lightly nibbled on your ear while twisting your nipple, knowing it had such an effect on you.

“N-no…” you moaned.

“Hunter, if you want to taste her release, move your tongue down to her entrance. I know a surefire way to make her cum in no time,” Echo barked at his Sergeant, who was so focused on getting you to cum it took him a moment to process what was said.

You didn’t even have to look at him, to know he was smirking. Hunter did as ordered and finally released your clit. Your heart raced like crazy, knowing Echo had something weird in mind. This man knew your body better than yourself and he could always turn you into jelly in no time.

Hunters tongue breached your entrance and began lapping up your excitement, eager to get a taste of that sweet nectar juice he had been craving. Echo held tightly onto you with his flesh hand, while the scomp link snaked its way down your body and found home by your clit.

The cool metal against your sensitive pearl was burning in all the best ways. You could barely adjust to the new sensation, when Echo made the scomp link twirl while rubbing it back and forth. 

Any thoughts left your brain as your head tilted back against your lovers shoulder and fingers dug into his thighs in a hopeless attempt to ground yourself. 

“E-Ech-” you moaned, words proving hard to form as a whole new wave of pleasure hit you and tipped you over the edge you’d been standing on forever.

“That’s right mesh’la, cum for us, let Hunter taste how sweet you really are, let me see that blissed out look on your face, just like that, yes, good girl.” Echo whispered in your ear, his flesh hand had moved up to hold your head so he could see your facial expression.

Hunters expert work with his tongue combined with Echos cold metal on your hot skin and sweet words in your ear, made for an orgasm more intense than anything you had ever felt. You were pretty sure you became one with the force for a moment there. 

Every muscle in your body tightened and you briefly forgot how to breathe in between the screams of pleasure.Your eyes rolled so far back into your head, you began seeing stars. Kark, you felt like you were a star, one with the force and all of its people. 

When you came to, Hunter was wiping the cum he couldn’t swallow off his face. You had never seen the man so satisfied before. He looked like a puppy who had finally gotten its treat. 

Behind you was Echo still, kissing you and caressing you. “You did good, mesh’la. Real good.”

You hummed in response, too worn out to actual talk.

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[nicktremblaywayfu]

I'm def late to the birthday party thanks to a tight schedule but I decided to make you a lil gift anyway. I hope you like it  @jokeringcutio ;) (cuz you deserve some arthur on your birthday)

Warning : None. Just super happy fluff 

—

The way those people smiled when they saw their favorite characters come to life was your main reason to volunteer in this hospital. And happy patients make the job easier for the nurses and the doctors. It was nothing fancy, sometimes you rented a costume if you didn’t have the one they requested. Most of the time, simple requests were what they asked. Disney Princesses being the classic one, bringing the vibe of cheerful kindergarten kids to the hospital. One guy even shyly asked if he could hug you the time you played as Snow White. He then told you a story of his past, how his mother often read him the story of that princess to ease his anxiety. Sometimes a niche character was asked, like that one sword wielding princess from a popular medieval fantasy game that definitely older generations or non-gamer didn’t know. But you didn’t mind introducing yourself as the character should someone ask about the character.

If you didn’t wear any costume and played as the character to interact with the patients, you’d be helping the nurses instead. Cleaning plates, serving snacks, often you talked to some patients to make them feel less lonely as well. The variety of the patients surely has range. The youngest one you saw was a 15 years old depressed boy who always brought his chibi anime plushie everywhere while the oldest one was a 80 years old grandma who lost his husband to war and never she could cope with the tragedy.

Be it sadness and happiness, you tried to be there for people in need. Your existence brought sunshine to this place despite the lamps already imitating the sunny day light vibe. Whenever you’re not on your schedule, they would ask about your whereabouts. The old lady that lost his husband even cried once knowing that you didn’t come on Sunday, although she knew that Sunday was your off-schedule. Tuesday arrived, and she stood from her wheelchair just to give you a hug like a grandma greeting her granddaughter. You must admit, she did really remind you of your grandma sometimes.

All the patients have their own unique element, including the one that often seems to be disconnected from reality. Whenever you perform in your costume, he would either look at the table absent-mindedly or lock his steel blue gaze right to your own eyes. You once tripped from your own Princess Belle gown when you caught him staring intensely. A few patients and nurses rushed to help you, and the man averted his face instantly in guilt.

Yet it did not stop him. When you did a little fighting act, you caught him staring again like an eagle. You swore to god that there was a faint purple light shone on his eyes for a few moments. But maybe that was just you, lacking sleep from fixing your wig last night.

Another thing is, each patient was given the chance to request a character you should play as and now it’s the strange man’s turn. Usually you could tell from their taste and story but this man hasn't talked to you even once. He was just there, like a ghost in a horror asylum movie. And to be frank, he kinda scared you a bit from the lack of interaction and weird gaze. But it wouldn’t be fair if you skipped his turn, that would be egoistical of you. Besides, what harm did he do to you ? It was not really his fault you tripped once, not like he had some magic telekinesis stuff you supposed. Not even bruises on your leg, so it was not really something counted as an issue.

So off your legs go, walking towards that neck length brown haired man. Tho you had no schedule of performing any character today, surely he could still recognize you in this casual outfits,

“Hello ? “ You peered at the man, hunching a bit and giving a little shy smile to greet him.

There was silence for a moment, ‘till his head slowly turned around. My, you almost feel bad just by the look of his face. You shooed away the thought of him being neglected patient because he must be taken care of as well, right ? He scanned you from head to toe, wrinkles and crow feets formed with his mouth shaping an upside curve.

“ Didn’t expect you would talk to me.” He chuckled, then moved his wheelchair a bit to get a clear sight of you.

“Ah, my apologies. I Didn’t mean to ignore you, it’s just that…this was really the chance I just got to talk to you.” You straightened your back, hiding the awkward lingering in your heart.

“I suppose, it was on me. It’s not usually that I'm being diffident like this. I do miss the good old days where I could talk to hundreds of people but today, you were the first one I talked to.”

There he goes, comfortably telling about his past. You guessed it wouldn’t be that hard to talk to him.

“Personally, I think it’s always a good start with the number of one rather than zero.” 

Alright, that's kinda weird. What are you talking about, again ?  

“Yeah, right. You seem like a good person to talk with. Please, have a seat.”

You sat on the small chair right next to him, resting your legs. From there you could see his face more clearly. Honestly he was actually an attractive man. Fine square jaw, fair skin with almost no scars, captivating blue eyes, it’s just that his uncombed hair, red lower eyelids, hoarse voice, and his stained clothes that gave the look of neglect.

“This might be a weird question, but…the nurse did take her time to take care of you as well, right ?” You tried to form polite words to ask such a question.

“Must be because of my look, hm ? I haven’t changed my clothes, nor combed my hair. However, worry not as I won't look this messy for tomorrow.” He smiled at you, suddenly giving a warm feeling inside. His smile, really captivating. It was just for a few seconds, yet it captured you for a few minutes. That was gotta be the sweetest smile you ever seen from an asylum patient. He seemed really gentle, which made you believe that he was not a bad person. He just needed some kindness. And perhaps freshly cleaned outfits and a shower.

"Well, speaking of tommorrow, i come here as today is your chance for the character request. Is there any character that you want me to play as ? Perhaps a video game character, or the classic disney princess ?"

"Hmph, characters ? I haven't watch or read any story these years, last time i went to the cinema was 5 years ago."

"It doesn't have to be new characters. Or perhaps you'd like me to dress in certain fashion ? 50s ? 70s ?"

"No, no. Just...do you mind if you just wear your favorite dress ? Whatever it is. I just want you to look beautiful tommorrow."

You almost choked on your spit hearing that.

"Are...are you sure ? You know you'll have to wait some times again for a new request right ?"

"I'm aware of that. I know what I'm asking, I'd love to see you again tomorrow in my room."

And now he's inviting you to his room. Surely nothing weird and dirty happens right ? Oh you pretended to cough shoving such thoughts away. You looked at your watch, still too early to go but your heart really asked your feets to move before your whole body turned blushing red.

“Is there anything I can provide ? Perhaps I could take you a drink, or snacks ?”

“I’ll be fine, I don't need anything now. Thank you for your offer.” He nodded and smiled, which you replied although you lowkey averted your face before he saw how pink your face started to. You can’t believe you really fell in love with an asylum patient that has a history of cult involvement. 

—

The nurses and the hospital receptionist greeted you cheerfully, some complimented your dress. It was a modest dress, beautifully adorned on your body. The color matching your shoes and your bag, fits perfectly with your brown long hair. Your heels strided towards a specific room, knocking the door and greeted with a familiar hoarse voice from inside.

“Come on in, my sweetheart.”

You took the handle, slowly digesting the thought of him just calling you with a pet name. You smiled in the dimly lit room, Arthur sitting on the bed corner with a tidied look. His hair was combed and pulled back with faint wavy, his beard was shaved clean giving a younger look, and a set of white shirts and pants rather than his stained patient outfits. He was really a man of his words, he did give a thought of a better look just to meet you today. But what was the purpose ? What was his plan ?

“My, look how beautiful you are.” He cocked his, adoring your look while you can’t help but blush red again. He definitely noticed it, but you no longer care about it. Like you could hide it anyway.

“Thanks..a lot Arthur. And I must say you look fine as well. 

‘Love your white shirts.”

“Thank you. I only use this for special occasions. I spend most of my days here so as you could see, it’s still as white as the clouds.”

“Special occasions ? Is there any event here that I miss ?” You look around to make sure. The nurses didn’t say anything about it.

“There is.” He took a white fabric that was hiding something on the table, revealing a box with a small birthday cake inside.

He sang you a birthday song, lighting the candles while you gasped processing the moments. Was today really your birthday ? How did he knew ? You keep wondering to yourself as well, impressed with how Arthur sang. It was something that you least expected, yet still amazed. His voice, how to describe it, was warm and heartfelt. It reached through your soul, as he sang from the deepest part of his heart.

“Blow up the candle and make a wish, sweetheart.” You just giggled like a little girl and blew the candle. Your wish ? To wear a ring on your finger and share the same surname with Arthur.

“But how did you know ? We just talked yesterday ! “

“It was planned a week ago. We just talked last day, yes, but I always adored you from the first time I saw you. I doubted that you would actually pay attention to this old man, but here we are.” He smirked in amusement.

“The nurses told me your birthday, and I think it would be nice to give a little surprise. It was not much and fancy, but I hope you know that this was my sincere intention.”

You really wanted to cry, this man that you thought lowkey being creepy and mysterious was actually a sweet gentleman that cared about you.

“Oh my god, Arthur ! I-” You hugged him, not caring about you supposedly being shy about your feelings. 

“I’m lost for words. God this is really sweet, you make me want to cry of happiness.”

“I’m glad you love it, darling.”

You spend the afternoon eating the cake with him. Surely this was not your everyday cheap supermarket cake. It was soft, the sweetness was not overwhelming, and the cream was very milky. He really put so much thought into this, hell you didn’t even remember today was your birthday until Arthur was there with a cake on his hand. 

Alas, time flew fast whenever you were having fun. The sun has started to set the time you see the window. It’s time you bid a bye bye for today with him.

“It’s almost dusk, are you sure you want to stay ? I can ask the hospital for an extra bed.” Arthur raised his brows, teasing you.

“Arthur, you know I can’t just have a sleepover party with you here. Besides, worry not as I shall see you again tomorrow.” 

“Then I should sleep now so tomorrow will come face to face.” His eyes wrinkled as he laughed in genuine happiness. He forgot when was the last time he was this happy, and he was grateful enough for fate to brough you to him.

“You hugged him again, the walked away from him.

“Oh, I almost forgot !” Turning back, Arthur was confused if you had left anything.

But it was not stuff that you forgot.

You took both of his hands, pulled him close and kissed him gently. Lips on lips, passionately against each other. Arthur let go of your hands, wrapped around your body instead not wanting to let go. He must admit that he was a bit sad that you left without a kiss, but he was wrong and he was glad for it. You parted from the kiss, looking at the steel blue eyes of his. He pulled you in another hug, smelling your hair to remember the scent for the rest of the night.

“Thank you for spending your day with me, love.”

“Anything for a man that remembered my birthday today.” You chuckled as he just sighed and smiled.

“Will you come again tomorrow like you said ?”

“I’m a woman of my words, Arthur. Wait for me at 9 am and I'll be in the main room in no time.”

“I see. Be careful on your way home.” 

He wished to spend the night with you only, but sadly today was not the day. You waved at him, then gently closed the door. On the way out you were just blushing and giggling, sparking curious and perplexed looks from the nurses. My, how will you tell them that you were in love with their patient ?

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