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kingmaker-a · 3 months

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Troublemaker | Kim Jungeun

Hogwarts AU

Related: Ecdysis, You're a Keeper

Slytherin Prefect Reader x Gryffindor Troublemaker Kim Lip

Warnings/Tags: Enemies to Lovers(?), Reader is a stickler for the rules, Jungeun is usually up to something, references to other fics

Premise: Jungeun has been a pain in your side ever since you became a prefect. You've lost count of how much time you've lost holding her through detention. However, as the year slowly draws to a close, one routine patrol has you questioning why she causes trouble.

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I was originally supposed to get this out on her birthday but life ended up happening, so happy valentines instead!

It’s hard to find the truth through tasseled moonlight, wooden oak creaks under every footfall.

You know what you see.

Sunset orange fades to luscious black waves, it clicks like a puzzle piece, a reminder of her haunt, the boathouse afloat Black Lake.

So why was she here?

Wind howls through every nook and cranny of the astronomy tower, creeping through the gaps in your cloak.

Still, she's unceasing in the biting, uncaring cold, much like the orrery that calls the tower home.

Much like you.

“Tch,” your tongue clicks at the roof of your mouth, frustration boils below the surface as you roll your neck.

She doesn't shift, doesn't budge an inch in the face of your restrained frustration.

A subtle kindness given your history.

Your thumb runs over the cold metal of your badge. Too many detentions to count.

At least half of them could've been avoided, if she didn’t look so smug, beaming with an almost arrogant pride.

Like she wanted to be caught.

Yet, there’s none of that, here in this moment.

“Kim,” you beckon, foot bouncing. At least you didn’t have to deal with her much longer.

Her head slinks between her shoulders, leaning deeper against the railing.

You roll your eyes, why your safe haven of all places?

She sighs and you hate the way it tugs, pulls you closer. If she hears your approach, she makes no acknowledgement, her eyes linger on the courtyard far below.

Your ears prickle against the sound of metal against metal, slight and faint. Your eyes remain focused, diligent, plucking out the distant paired silhouettes, one Gryffindor, one Slytherin.

She scoffs when you take your spot next to her, elbows resting against the railing. You can't help the scowl that burns across your lips as you lean forward, too preoccupied with your prefect duties.

It’s a brief glance at her that paints the picture, melancholic and lost.

Your eyes trace back over the figures, you can practically feel the pulse of animosity and conflict, it burns in the Slytherin’s veins.

Hyeju and Keeper.

“You know if it bothers you so much, they are breaking curfew.” It’s unlike you to offer a kindle of warmth, unlike you at least, when it comes to her.

That's why you're not surprised when she laughs, unable to reel it in as she keels against the railing.

Her hair ripples with sunlight for the briefest moments, her laughter waters her eyes as her fingers stem the flow.

“You know,” her words are like the first bite into decadent chocolate. “No one would believe me if I told them you were funny.”

There’s a wistfulness to her smile as her eyes languish back to the courtyard, it’s frail, drought with something unspoken. There’s a slight gleam to her eyes as she settles, tentatively, on you.

“It’s fine, really.” She falters underneath your serious gaze, choosing to focus on the night sky. You catch the slightest glint of something metallic in her hand, red and gold. It catches against the moonlight before she finally palms it. “If anything it’s my fault.”

Her eyes crinkle as she offers another smile, another attempt in reassurance.

This wasn’t your dynamic, it’s always been an accustomed silence in detention. Aside from the brief arguments she paints in her defense, it’s never been more than that.

Yet, something shifts, under the shade of her melancholy. Perhaps, the night brings with it, its own sort of magic.

You take a deep breath, eyes cast asunder through the dark crevices of the night.

“What’s on your mind Kim?”

The wind howls in those few silent, fraught seconds. You miss the luster of moonlight that flashes through her hair.

She scoffs, reality crashes against her in a gigantic wave. It’s an odd comfort to have you of all people check up on her. You don’t notice the way her eyes linger on you with a shaky edge.

Her eyes trail yours, gliding against speckled fairy dust.

Her breath grows shaky, wheezing with a poor attempt at a laugh.

“A lot.”

Her words weigh heavy with the black that mars her hair. She almost sinks lower under your gaze.

Orange has always been one of your favorite colors, even in spite of Jungeun’s insipid antics.

Somehow, part of you misses the flare of orange. Even if it often spelt the loss of your own free time.

Metal grinds against the railing, a nervous twitch.

“Run me through it, Jungeun.” It’s not often that your voice is painted with a soft velvet, even more so in her company.

You can’t help but arch an eyebrow as she whines, shrinking against the railing. Her hair runs adrift with waves of moonlight.

It’s hard to pick out, against the moonlight. But part of you swears there’s the slightest hint of rosy pink.

She steadies herself, tugged ashore by a deep breath as her hair returns to a deep obsidian black.

You two have never been particularly close.

But there’s something held in the cloisters of the astronomy tower, that almost makes it feel otherwise.

“Do you like Keeper?”

Her eyebrows scrunch, pulled together at the ends by a rough indignance. It slowly softens, lingering like a fading wave.

Her voice is small, soft like flakes of snow.

“No.”

Her lips scrunch, almost wincing as she says it.

“Not romantically at least…”

There’s something that catches on her breath as she looks at you, forlorn and lost. Her eyes shimmer like glass as her lips quiver.

It’s odd to see her offer a smile to you of all people, caught in the dust of those frail, heart aching moments.

It falters and slips, crashing against the ground like a glass of wine.

For the first time you’re hesitant.

If she was any of your other peers, you’d pull her close like a held breath.

Perhaps it is the house of the lion that holds her strong as she offers a weak laugh. Her teeth flare into an almost ironic smile.

“I said, I’d always have their back.” Her grip tightens against the railing, knuckles twisting into a bone white. “...and I didn’t-”

You can’t help the smile that burns across your lips, settling into a soft smirk.

“You told Yoongi about the tea shop.”

It’s hard to ignore the enjoyment you feel as she deflates, eyes pointed like a dagger.

“You know you’re ruining the fun.”

“Isn’t that my job?”

She rolls her eyes with an annoyed knowing groan. In spite of it all, her lips curve into a soft, curious smile.

She offers you her hand, the moment is soft and almost poignant.

If not for the object held in her palm.

It glimmers softly in the moonlight.

A Gryffindor prefect badge.

“It might be my job soon,” her hair brims with the slightest hint of life, the darkest shade of orange you can imagine.

The details aren’t lost on you, as irrelevant as they might be. The badge in its own way, being a weird, twisted sort of inheritance, set forth by Kim ‘Sua’ Bora.

She had always been brash and confident almost arrogantly so, but you never expected her to end up bedridden in St. Mungo’s.

There is something to be said about lions not being ravens.

“You don’t sound too enthused,” your voice clings to the eves, between the sparkle held between distant stars.

Her smile falters, scraped off like flaking paint. “I-... yeah.”

The orrery ticks away, unceasing in its ministrations. You can taste the cold edge of the night air, it creeps in, snuffing the flame of any words that burn at your throat.

She turns to you, eyes soft like sugar glass.

“...You really don’t have anything to say huh?” It’s hard to notice that which goes unsaid in her voice, it’s a spattering of paints, messy and troublesome. It tastes of melancholy, yet it burns with the poison of something else entirely.

She laughs with an almost throaty derision, the punchline to an unspoken joke.

“You really don’t care huh?” She scoffs, her voice echoing with wounds and scars, her hair burns an almost violent shade of orange. “I’ve been a pain in your ass since you became a prefect.”

Her teeth grit together like sandstone and gravel. It’s hard to ignore the way her eyebrows twitch and tense as it all slowly fades under a shaky breath.

So too does the orange, fading into the familiar shade of sunset orange, that you’d come to know.

The exact same shade that was your favorite.

She laughs weakly, as if it should be obvious.

But you don’t see the joke.

“...Fuck,” she wheezes, there’s a dreary fatigue that clings to every syllable. “I know we’re not close, but nothing? Not even a hint of annoyance? Frustration at whoever was stupid enough to sign off on this mess?”

She was right… That is a lot.

Her hand presses into her face, fingers eventually settling on the bridge of her nose. Her breathing, seethes, boiling with a frothing edge.

There’s something that lingers on the tip of her tongue, a snake ready to pounce, violent and eager.

“Are you done Jungeun?”

Despite all that brims below the surface, she pulls back, lips settling into the slightest scowl. Her eyes burn with a defiant heat, even if nothing else leaves her lips.

She’s ready to jump at any mistake or sign of weakness. Sadly for her, there will be no such moment.

“Who,” It’s felt in your tone, rigid and cold like the harshest winter. You push forward prodding with an annoyed arch of a brow.

“Do you think Headmistress Kwon,” each word pushes her back as her feet stumble desperately to keep pace. The blood of the snake salivates at the surprise that echoes in her eyes. “Went to first?”

Her back catches against ancient stone, her hands holding her steady.

… She’s beautiful, painted lovingly by the moonlight. It’s hard not to smile, it really is.

She gulps nervously as she looks up at you, the fire of trouble and rebellion snuffed under your gaze.

You place a hand just shy of her face, the ancient stone of Hogwarts is cool to the touch.

She twitches anxiously, gaze turning away from you, cast out towards the pale moonlight.

She's a far cry from the girl who stood before you mere moments before, even further still from the troublemaker you had come to know.

A memory sticks out to you, a question from Minji on the eve of your fifth year. It’s odd the way you can trace the anxiety, inch by inch.

“What's your favorite color?”

It’s hard to miss the way she squirms under your prolonged gaze, much like she did back then.

You smile, fingers trailing through the strands that frame her face. She can't help the way she nuzzles into your touch, her lips curving into the smallest smile.

Your thumb caresses her cheek, tugging ever so softly,“you really are trouble, you know?”

Her smile deepens as she loses herself in your eyes. Her hand clasps over yours pulling your touch deeper.

“You finally noticed huh?” her voice reduced to a soft velveteen. Part of you still hates the cocky, coy smile that blooms across her lips.

But you’re too focused on the fingers that linger against your chin, coaxing you forward with her half lidded eyes.

She kisses you.

Her lips ache with tentative softness, an anxious worry that you can taste in those chaste moments between two.

A smile licks its way across her lips, eyes lingering with a rosy hue.

“Only for you.”

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okayeojin · 2 years

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loona reaction to dating a trans guy

💌 :: fluff :: [trans male reader]

a/n: i was on the fence about writing this... it makes me so teary knowing that someone trusts me so much and would feel comforted by me writing this for them. i was just afraid i wouldn't do a good job at it and failed to accurately represent the trans community. i have no doubt that all the loona girls would support you all regardless of your sexuality and gender identity, so there's that. anywho, enjoy <3

♡ :: heejin 희진

she has the muscles needed to take care of anyone disrespecting and misgendering you

overall very protective to the point that you would have to tell her to... not exaggerate lmao

loves every inch of you with all her might that she just can't stand the thought of people treating you poorly

would kiss every little part of your body all day

she would beat the shit out of your gender dysphoria or body dysmorphia or whatever it is that's hurting you

what she wants the most is for you to be happy and feel loved and appreciated, regardless of anything

♡ :: hyunjin 현진

if someone ever makes you feel uncomfortable in public omg

she's wrapping an arm around your shoulders like "who's bothering you?"

similar to heejin she's your biggest protector, she doesn't want you to face any sort of injustice or unfair treatment

if you came out to her after you started dating she'd be like "cool. so whatchu want for dinner"

like... she's so proud of you for finding the courage to come out and all and she'd be with you every step of the way but her feelings for you would remain untouched

♡ :: haseul 하슬

so respectful of every single need you have

would want to know more and more about your feelings, your experience, your journey...

that if you were willing to open up to her of course, she would never force anything out of you

she wanted to be a part of your life so bad and wished you knew you could trust her, always

tears up if you decide to tell her everything that was on your mind and what you had gone through, etc

would keep supporting you until the very end (':

♡ :: yeojin 여진

she would simply... not know how to behave

she would be unexperienced with dating in general i think, so she would be conscious of every little thing around you

what to say and what not to say, how to help, what to do...

you would have to guide her through everything

and remind her that you love and trust her a whole lot and that she didn't have to worry so much

she does it all because she loves you so much and wants you to be comfortable around her ):

♡ :: vivi 비비

as soon as you came out to her, she would start being careful about everything she says

which would lowkey make you feel guilty and you'd beg her to not treat you differently

she would be so distraught and would keep apologizing help

her love for you wouldn't change nor be affected in the slightest

would want to know your whole story so that she could feel even closer to you and make sure you knew you could rely on her

gets used to it quickly <3

♡ :: kim lip 킴립

she... wouldn't mind i think?

of course it would be a big change for her too, but you could walk through it together

she would adjust to the new situation soon, and would even suggest you to go shopping together or something

tries so hard to not fail at using your new pronouns and hates herself whenever she thinks she has offended you somehow

please reassure her 💀

she's a big baby and would constantly repeat how much she loves you

♡ :: jinsoul 진솔

if you came out to her after you started dating, i think she would need a second or two to process the whole thing

not because her feelings for you would change or anything, because she feels so strongly about you

but she would want to properly educate herself

both on the internet and by having a long heartfelt conversation with you

by the end of it you two would feel that much closer and ready to initiate this new chapter of your life together

♡ :: choerry 최리

couldn't care less

she's just a jar full of love, literally nothing would change about the way she feels about you or the way she treats you

would also never inquire any further about your transition journey or ask you anything more than you'd feel comfortable telling her

but she's always ready and willing to listen whenever you wanted to confess something to her or vent or let out some frustrations

she's such a good listener and she's so safe to be around

♡ :: yves 이브

mmh i hate assuming someone's sexuality but yves is the one i see being slightly more attracted to girls

but you're you! and she would love you no matter the path you decided to choose in life, and if that path meant living your life as your true self, then she'd be your biggest fan

again, she'd have to adjust to it and have a long long emotional convo with you

she really wanted to do things right

she would walk with you along the whole process, through bad and good things , together

♡ :: chuu 츄

would be unbelievably proud of you for finding the courage to be who you wanted to be, and would ramble about throwing a party or celebrating, etc

and you'd be like "but doesn't it bother you?" and she'd be "why would it, are u crazy"

goes to the store for you, buys you what you need, reminds you of your medical appointments...

remind you how awesome and worthy of love you are literally every time she sees you

so supportive and helpful always, she's be such a huge help to your physical and mental health <3

♡ :: gowon 고원

i think she would also need a while to process it

but then would feel guilty because you are the one facing the most issues, like... dysphoria and mental health and... she wants to help you as much as possible

would probably spend days on the internet and consulting the older members for help

then she would settle for asking you directly, reassuring you that she still loves you to the moon and back

but she wants to know from you if things are going to change and what she can do to be of any help to you <3

she's so emotional that you trusted her like that

♡ :: olivia hye 올리비아혜

no big deal at all, she would be super chill about it lol

she would slip up every once in a while, hating herself for misgendering you or something but it'd be done with no harm intended of course, maybe while she was half asleep

it would only occur if your transition had begun recently, otherwise she'd be well adapted after not too long

also i have this image of her going to the store for you to buy hygiene products in case you didn't feel like going, idk

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gaypeople4itzy · 1 year

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Rest bubble

with Loona’s Jinsoul

wordcount : about 0,7k

warnings : None :o pure fluffy fluff !!

Your eyes opened softly as you began recognizing where you were. Finals were coming next week and you had spent the last few days craming your brain with loads of information it struggled to remember. Absolutely stressed out, you had been barely talking to your desr girlfriend, who was growing worried of you. Being the understanding person she is, she waited for a little while before deciding you needed an official break

At your door yesterday evening, she had somehow managed to convince your parents to let you sleep over at her place, them too thought you needed to rest, at least for a night. So you left the house with barely anything, as Jinsoul happily carried your stuff she had packed previously, while you were too focused on studying to notice her roaming around the room

After walking and talking for a while, she suddenly stopped. Putting your stuff carefully on the ground, she turned to you and took you in her arms. Patting your back gently, she spoke

“I’ve been so worried about you, you know that my love ? I’ve missed you a lot”

You let out a small laugh, it was only a few days after all. You leaned in to kiss her, not before apologizing to her of course, letting her know that your mind had been wandering about her that wholeeeee time !!

Happily taking one of your hands in hers, she took your stuff with the other, and continued moving towards her apartment. Her parents had been out on vacation for about a week, so you two would have the place to yourselves that night !

Bringing you inside, she offered you dinner as you thanked her a thousand times, grateful to get to spend time off with her

It wasn’t very late when you began feeling tired, your eyes closing by themselves when you felt her reassuring arms around you. You were put to sleep in no time

Now you were laying down, the bed empty. You were wondering where Jinsoul had gone, though you felt like you needed to rest more. You barely had energy left as you had not has a proper night of sleep since the weekend

You fell asleep once more

Woken up by the smell of donuts, you were met with a platter of sweets and the beautiful face of your girlfriend, a wide smile all over her face. Still barely awake, you leaned in to kiss her, feeling at ease whenever her lips were on yours

Curious about how long you had slept, you asked her what time it was. You were a little surprise to realize it was already the afternoon, you had needed this nap more than anything

In an attempt to get out of the bed, you shifted to your side and put your feet on the ground. Though quickly enough, you were stopped by Jinsoul, insisting on having you spend a day in bed. There was no time to work, just time to take care of yourself today. And how were you supposed to say no to such an offer ?

Jumping back in bed, you let her take you in her embrace while she peppered kisses all over you. Feeling just so warm despite the cold outside, you decided to let yourself relax for a bit. Time went by fast as she fed you the breakfast she had prepared and played games with you, letting you win just to see your pretty smile (her words). The evening came by fast and you found yourself asking Jinsoul if you could stay just one more night, to which she responded

“If it were up to me, you would never be leaving this place again.. Of course you can stay my love !”

Resting in her arms as she ordered your favourite food and put on a movie you liked, tonight sounded like much more fun than technical studies

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heeberry · 2 years

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Jo Haseul | lt’s Not Stealing If I Asked

Request: hi! can u do fluff 20 with twice mina? if u don't write for twice then loona haseul pls! tq!

Prompt: "Can I wear your sweater? It smells like you, I can't promise to give it back though."

Gender Neutral Reader!!

A/n: I don’t write for twice at the moment sorry 😭 so yay first haseul fic on this blog who else cheered

This kinda short btw

“Haseul~” you sung, skipping toward your shared room to find the singer flopped on the bed, “woah what happened to you?” You questioned. Your girlfriend rolled off her stomach and laid onto her back, “nothing just exhausted from busting a leg at practice today.” She nonchalantly replied, you simply let out a small giggle.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go outside on a date but crashing in bed works too” you smiled, jumping on top of her, “ow y/n a warning of you doing that would’ve been nice” she whined, wrapping her arms around your torso securely.

“Is a warning really necessary?” You asked causing a nod from the girl under you. You ran your fingers through her hair comfortably, “whatever, anyways wanna tell me what you did at practice that caused you to be dead on the bed?”

She sighed, “well we barely got a break the whole time we practiced then Jiwoo dragged us to the mall, I was gonna get you a bracelet only but because you and Yeojin have a strange addiction toward collecting stuffed animals she urged me to get the same one she was getting for you.”

You laughed sitting up, “it is not a strange addition! now what animal is it?”

“A frog, so you could not only think of Haseul unnie but me as well.” She mimicked Yeojin’s words from the mall several hours ago.

You looked skeins and saw a blue bag near the dresser that suddenly caught your eye, how did you not notice it?

Getting off of your girlfriend you picked the bag off the dresser and smiled at the frog, picking it off the bag along with the bracelet she had brought for you. “Aw babe this is cute, thank you” you blushed wrapping it around your wrist, “gonna wear it like my life depends on it.”

Haseul chuckled at your response, “you don’t have to wear it like that.”

You smiled, setting the frog near the collection of stuffed animals you had, not without noticing a sweatshirt sprawled out on the floor from your girlfriend coming back home an hour ago. “Haseul I’m surprised you threw your sweatshirt on the floor, usually your all about cleaning up after yourself.” You picked the sweatshirt off the floor.

“Must’ve been really tired huh?” You slipped the sweater through your wrists with a huge smile plastered on your face, looking at the mirror, “it’s cute.”

“It is, but it’s not yours” Haseul grinned, “you didn’t even ask if you could wear it.”

You hugged yourself, "well, can I wear your sweater? It smells like you, I can't promise to give it back though."

You watched Haseul fall back into the mattress, “there goes my next sweater.” “Hey!” You frowned, crashing onto the bed again, “your acting like I hold your sweaters hostage or something.”

“That’s because you do darling” she said caressing your cheek with her thumb lovingly, “you steal every sweater of mine that you see.”

“Someone else’s sweater is more comfortable than wearing your own, especially if it’s your girlfriends.” You protested.

“Plus it’s not stealing if I asked!”

Haseul laughed, “I never said yes though.”

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loonamblr · 2 years

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Sunsets and secrets

LOONA Kim Lip x reader

One girl, one secret, one phrase

author’s note: I would like to thank all of my followers and the blogs who liked my previous stories. also, credits to my friend who helped me in some parts and pushed me to write this story. I TRIED to shorten this but still ended up having 6k words...i’m sorry

Part Two here

warnings: angst??? mention of anxiety

A new academic year has begun means your school will select in senior-level to participate in an exchange program in Korea for 3 months. They held this event every year, and this time they picked you.

Sincerely, it doesn't surprise you that they choose you. You are the best student at your level and also a citizen of Korea. However, it was your first trip to Korea that wasn’t for vacation. You look forward to returning to that country to visit your relatives who live there and to experience studying there. Your mother frequently provided suggestions and lists of things she hoped you would do while you were there.

This certain school is somehow you know. It is your parent's and your other relatives' alma mater

You anticipated that it would be difficult for you to make friends, yet it appears that everyone is more kind than you expected.

Sooyoung, mostly known as Yves, was the first one you met on this campus. She was the one who was tasked with keeping you company during your first week of classes. Because of her aura, you initially assumed she had an attitude and was mean, but it turns out that she is really silly, compassionate, and one of the group's mood setters.

It was lunchtime when the two of you met in the teacher's room. She thought that it was a good time for you to meet her circle of friends. You also got to know Haseul, Vivi, Jungeun, and her girlfriend Jiwoo there. They gave you a very warm welcome that you weren't expecting when you joined their group.

You discovered at that time that you are all classmates. Every time you have a vacant, they always end up showing you about the campus; if not, you all gather in the garden where they sit and they enlighten you with stories, typically about other students and teachers. Being around them is a lot of fun and entertaining.

After a month and a half of your stay in Korea, your teacher announced the upcoming midterms which will happen exactly 2 weeks from now. The six of you decided to hang out in your apartment before everyone went busy.

Have I told you that, Haseul and Vivi are the leading students in your batch, thus they're also part of the student government council? They always study and prepare earlier for any exams influencing the other three.

You are in your kitchen preparing some kimchi fried rice when you felt someone approaching you.

You didn't have to turn your head to know who is it. By the smell of her perfume, it is for sure her.

"It's almost finished, Kim," you said to her.

"Well, I was about to ask.." her tone was surprised. She placed her right elbow on your left shoulder and slightly leaned on it.

Not expecting to become this close with her, to be completely honest. She seemed all snobby when you first met her, but she soon developed a talkative side that you weren't expecting. Additionally, since the other two pairs were couples, You two eventually ended up together.

You and Jungeun get along despite having different personal preferences for various aspects. When the two of you had to decide on particular issues, she decides the majority of the time. You weren't sure why you so carelessly let her make those choices. Maybe it's because you like watching her smile when she won arguments between the two of you. Or perhaps you're starting to like her and only thinking about making her happy.

It was not hard for you to confirm that you are slowly falling for her. You have been honest and patient with yourself in your entire life. You experience both enthusiasm and comfort at the same moment as you acknowledge your feelings for her. Still, many things remain to be discovered. So, you should take your time to completely learn and discover the unique pieces that build her up as a whole.

Jungeun hears you mumble, "Say ahh," as you place the spoon with the right portion of the fried rice in front of her mouth after gently blowing it.

She took a bite of the dish and nodded, "Delicious. I should let the others know so we can have the table cleared." You agreed to her and turned off the stove.

To Jungeun, these humble acts of kindness matter a lot. Since you two became friends, you have been taking care of her, which she cherishes. Her heart is so filled with gratefulness.

You take enough bowls and plates for everyone from the cabinet while you wait for assistance, then you place them on the kitchen counter.

While Jungeun was in the kitchen, someone secretly observed you mischievously. She keeps silent as she watches the two of you, preparing to tease you later.

Your apartment's living room quickly fell into silence, save for the occasional sound of the spoon striking the ceramic. You're all concentrating on eating the food. It was quiet until Haseul asked, "It's Saturday tomorrow. What are your plans?"

Yves and Jiwoo, the couple, said they have a date because it is their anniversary. While Vivi makes plans with her Chinese pals, Haseul would attend a family reunion. You simply gave them a shrug as a sign that you were uncertain. While Jungeun just said, "Probably napping. This week drained my energy,"

Yves cheekily said, "How about you and y/n go out tomorrow." She suggested, and her girlfriend grinned and said, "She's right! Have a date too." Sooyoung and Jiwoo turned to face each other and gave each other a high-five. In comparison to their date, they appear more enthusiastic about their suggestion.

"I agree with them, how about Jungeun tour her around the city", said Vivi.

These recommendations force your blood to start rushing to your face. Even so, you didn't have high expectations because she had previously stated that she only wanted to spend the day in bed.

"Why don't you just date each other? You'll make a cute couple together." Haseul said out of nowhere.

You think that every minute their suggestions are getting out of hand.

Jungeun muttered, "Seul." she is currently quite shy. Even though she made an effort to conceal it, her face is flushed.

"LOL, looks like our Lippie hasn't moved on yet..." Jiwoo playfully rolled her eyes to Jungeun, "Oops, sorry." she said regretting that she brought up that topic.

Oh? She was in a relationship?

you murmured to your mind.

In any case, Jungeun's love life hasn't been a topic in recent weeks. They might be avoiding it because it's a sensitive subject to them.

"It's not that easy, Jiwoo, you know," Jungeun said with a hushed tone.

All of a sudden, the room was silent. Nobody is willing to talk.

Vivi asked to lighten the mood, "Are you guys finished eating?" Everyone nods as everyone assists Vivi in cleaning the table.

After some time, when you all decided to play some games you had, your apartment was once more filled with yells and laughs. Jiwoo and Yves are responsible for the noise that is possibly audible outside.

You were awakened by your doorbell on Saturday morning. You checked the digital clock on your nightstand and saw it showed "11:15 am.".

While putting on your glasses and yawning, you headed to the door to check your morning's disturbance.

Opening your door, you immediately regret thinking of her as a disruption.

Jungeun is waiting patiently and waving at you, "Good Morning!"

You responded with a smile and added, "Good morning! You should come in. That looks heavy." as soon as you saw the bags she was carrying. You flung the door open and reached for the bags.

"Oh yeah, I got some food from our house. I informed my Mom that I'm visiting you today. Sorry, I think I made you woke up." She apologized, feeling bad for her unexpected visit.

"It's okay." laying the lunchbox on top of your coffee table in the living room and saying, "Have a seat, Do you want to watch Netflix? I'm just gonna take a quick shower." you get the remote control and turned the tv on.

Jungeun entered the living room and took a seat on the sofa. She said softly and grinned at you, "Take your time."

Not long after, you went out of your room in your baggy t-shirt and cotton shorts. Jungeun briefly glanced at you while seeking an interesting movie before returning her focus to the television.

"You should eat your brunch first before we watch some movies or drama."

Following her order, you sat beside her and opened the lunch boxes that Jungeun brought for you.

The food was neatly organized and very appetizing for you. It is also obvious from the smell that it is indeed delicious. There's even a bunch of side dishes that are authentically made. The meal has meats, veggies, and of course, rice. You assume that the food she gave you will last for three days.

"Omg, This looks amazing." you said, "Please tell Auntie Kim that I'm so grateful for this food. I appreciate you bringing this as well."

Jungeun informs you, "She said that you might be missing some authentic homemade foods so she packed you some when I told her that I'm going here." She is glad that you appreciate it so much.

To begin eating, you went to your kitchen to grab some utensils.

"Oh, and why did you come today, by the way? I thought you were too tired to leave your house."

Jungeun stopped browsing Netflix and her face starts to become red. She was baffled for a second, thinking of a great excuse to use.

"W-well, u-uhh...I-i got...I realized that I want to hang out, and you're the only one that is free so yeah." She nodded, trying to convince herself that it was a solid explanation.

She was relieved when you seem to buy her excuse. You hummed and just nodded too.

Jungeun noticed your glasses getting moist from the steam of the food she brought.

Cute

You keep eating until you are so full that you can’t breathe. After that, you immediately clean the table so that you two can watch a film or a drama. You exit the kitchen with sodas and chips for the two of you.

Jungeun slightly leaning on the arm of the couch saw you and suggested, "Is it okay if we watch some web drama?"

"Sure," you agreed softly before giving her some chips and placing the drinks on the table.

The two of you soon feel completely comfortable. Jungeun is curled up on the sofa, her head resting on your leg. However, because you just ate, you are unable to lie down.

When your back started to become tired of the position, you tried to recline on the other end of the sofa without bothering Jungeun. Naturally, this won't work, and when she realized this, she stood up from lying down and slightly leaned on your shoulder instead to share the blanket you had given her because she started to be cold.

You immediately felt the warmth of her body and blanket. Additionally the warmth she has given you in your heart.

It feels domestic.

You begin to believe that the universe is conspiring in your favor. This day is a special one, and no matter how it ends, you're very delighted.

The two of you were so engrossed in the drama's storyline that you were unaware of the passing of time. You learned that Jungeun is the type of girl that leaves side comments in almost every scene. She always has something to say, like she's also part of it.

Which you find so adorable.

You two decided to go for a stroll. No specific places to go.

The first stop was in the ice cream shop. Jungeun complained that she needs her daily sugar intake. Which caused you to respond, "But sugar is present in almost all food."

"You don't get it", she said, rolling her eyes at you. Which you replied with a chuckle.

Your mind began to wander off. For the past month with Jungeun, you felt a lot of things. You experienced being her seatmate, partner in crime, cafe buddy, and many more. Especially, on what it feels like to fall in love with her. She could be a great girlfriend.

Then, without realizing it, you began to picture her as your girlfriend. Creating all of these scenarios wherein you'll never star in.

You ask, "Should we watch the sunset?" since you're both headed to Hangang Park anyway. Sunset plus with Jungeun? It makes you feel the butterflies in your stomach

Jungeun nodded and slightly grinned, "U-uhh s-sure, I think it will be great."

Jungeun is honest enough to admit that she's not sure if she was okay with this.

The place will just remind her of memories from her past. She always went back there, only for her to end up going home with a heavy heart. But now that she has a companion, things might be different.

I'll be fine…I hope so

She thought to herself

You two continued to tease and argue with one another the entire time you were heading to the park. Both of you decided to sit on the grass, so you went out and purchased a mat to sit on and some food because she keeps complaining about being hungry.

The colors of the sky as the sun sets draw the attention of both you and Jungeun. Orange and slightly pink hues were beginning to fill the sky.

"So gorgeous." You have loved sunsets for as long as you can remember. You're not sure why, but it always makes you feel comfortable.

Its colors, which made the sky entrancing, change constantly.

Sunsets are like days every week; each one is special in and of itself.

On the other hand, there's Jungeun, lost in her thoughts. Someone who enjoys the opposite of sunsets comes to her mind. Despite leaving her broken, the person she misses dearly.

Her expressions were reflected in her eyes, which simply conveyed sadness.

You questioned Jungeun, "Heyy, are you alright?" but all she did was gaze at your worried expression.

"Can I tell you a secret?", She spoke abruptly before returning her attention to the sky.

You mumbled your response, "Uhmm sure."

"This park is our very special place." She opened up.

"with your ex?"

"Technically, she left before we became official so I don't know if it is counted as ex, but yeah..", "Sorry, I shouldn't saying and ranting this to you." She replied, unsure of if she will continue to let her feelings out.

Her tone of uncertainty caught your attention. "It's fine, Jungeun. I'm your friend you can vent out your emotions with me right now."

Setting your feelings aside. You are willing to spend some time with her to soothe her heartache and comfort her.

The most important matter for Jungeun right now is letting her emotions out. She needs a friend, and you are that friend. Jungeun doesn't need a response. She simply requires someone to listen.

She breathes heavily, "Well, I want to tell the others about what's going on in my mind and about what I feel, but doing so could make them dislike her even more, which I don't like because after all, she's still our friend. So, I just keep it to myself...", you nod as she speaks.

"Of course, it was difficult for us, especially me. She disappeared like a bubble. After that, I questioned myself if I did something that made her leave. I overthink so much. Thinking many possible causes of her disappearance."

Jungeun left a big sigh, "Two days before it, we were happy. We even had a sleepover at Vivi's place. Then, She suddenly stopped attending classes which made us worried. We tried everything to contact her but we can't. But like an idiot, I've continued to message her up till now. We even asked her parents also, and they said that Jinsol told them that they should not tell us and she'll be having some break."

"The most upset person was Yves. Despite her being her best buddy, she has no idea what the heck is going on. Since then, Jinsol became a sensitive topic to us."

"At that time, I don't know what to do. I was left broken. For me, she was my greatest love."

"The happiness that I experienced with her is very different. I began to wonder if I would ever feel the same level of happiness that I did while we were together if she didn't return. Because with her, I felt incredibly loved and secure. Will I ever meet someone who can give me those feelings?"

You absorb all of this info from her. The sadness and anxiety they felt are evident, especially to her.

By now, you are sure that Jungeun is really into her. And her feelings are strong enough to the point she's willing to wait for Jinsol's uncertain return. That she's ready to forgive her despite those heartbreaks.

"She's very lucky." Her stares landed on yours as you muttered those words.

Too lucky to have you.

"She'll come back, for sure.", you added.

It's her loss if she didn't.

"Perhaps she's having trouble figuring out some things on her own as well. Because sometimes, there are problems that only yourself can solve."

Jungeun deeply looked into your eyes, understanding your point, "I just really wish right now is for her to come back." She turned to look at the sky, which was getting dimmer by the second.

"Y/n, Thank you so much for listening. I needed that. It lightens the weight of my concerns." She smiled still looking at the sky, too shy to face you.

"You're always welcome, Jungeun. Everything will be fine." You said and gently tapped her back.

"You should share a secret too." She said playfully to you and giggled.

"Maybe, next time" you smirked.

The night had grown entirely dark, and the breeze had grown chilly. The two of you quickly decided to return home. You accompany Jungeun to the bus stop, where you wait until she got a ride.

It was a calm walk.

Everyone is silent, just taking in the chill breeze.

In retrospect, you can see that your day was an emotional rollercoaster. Another rush of experiences and perceptions.

From afar, you saw a bus approaching. Jungeun got up from sitting and then got ready for it.

Both of you take your goodbyes, "goodbye, Y/n. today was a special day." Jungeun said.

"Thank you also," you answer her with a soft smile, "Uhm by the way, can I ask you for a favor?" you asked.

"oh sure, what is it?" she replied waiting for your response.

"Please message me when she returns." This caught her off guard hence she nodded her head.

Before she got on the bus, you two waved and smiled at one another one last time.

Now that a new week has started, everyone is once busier. They are occupied finishing up their backlog and studying for their approaching midterms. Haseul and Vivi are very active on the student council. Since you are an exchange student, you have to do some other assignments from your additional courses. Even though it was simple, there are too many to complete in one sitting.You’ll also take the exams in a different room with a different schedule.

You six can hardly hang around together. Yves, Jiwoo, and Jungeun are left together when you and the other two are busy. Occasionally, it was you and Jungeun who were left when you cannot find the other couples.

After what happened in the park, you and Jungeun became closer than before. Sooyoung once saw you trying to tutor Jungeun in the library, but the latter fell asleep and you were busy staring at her, peacefully sleeping. She thinks that something is going on between the two of you. Well, it was just her assumption since she never asked.

Yves has been shipping the two of you since you and Jungeun became close last month. She keeps teasing both of you. Looking back on what she saw in the library, She thought that her ship is sailing.

Maybe, it is. Her ship is sailing but as a friend.

You were attempting to go over all of the notes that were piled up on your study table on a Friday night. You think that time went fast these days. You had just completed and turned in most of your homework earlier that day. Reviewing all the subjects from the previous month and a half is now your responsibility.

Studying was never a problem for you because you enjoy learning new things. Every time you receive a high grade, you feel immensely satisfied.

You were too caught up in your studies that you forgot to check your phone making Jungeun's message left unread.

The next day, you woke up on your study table. You cannot remember when did you fall asleep and on what subject you stopped.

Leaning on the backrest of your chair, you felt the pain coming from the back of your neck and this made you hiss. You are sure you have stiffed neck from sleeping on your table.

Your phone vibrated indicating that someone is calling you.

The caller's id shows it was the head of the school.

"Good Morning, Ms. Jung. How may I help you today?" you politely said.

"Good Morning, Ms. Y/n. Can I meet you today at my office? I need to discuss some things regarding your program."

"Sure, Ms. What time should I go there?"

"Around 10 am, will do. Thank you."

"Noted. Thank you."

You wonder what she'll talk about with you later. Since you haven't encountered any problem there since your stay, you are unsure of what the issue will be.

Checking the time on your phone, it shows, "8:56 am"

After that, you checked your inbox and read it one by one.

The first and only caught your attention was Jungeun's message last night.

Despite being brief, it stayed in your head for hours.

She's back.

You tried to shake it off and lay at ease but it was harder than you thought.

Why am I feeling this way? I already know and accept that she'll never be mine. There is nothing to be disappointed in.

You drag yourself grumpily to the restroom. Furious that you're feeling that way. Even though you are still happy that she is back, you find yourself hating the thought of it.

Opening the hot shower to relax. You must proceed since you have a meeting with Ms. Jung.

You have known from the morning that today will be difficult, and after the meeting, that prediction comes true. The school's head of administration notifies you that the exchange program's duration will be shortened. You get a week of preparation before returning to your original school after taking all of the examinations and additional subjects.

Laying down on your bed while taking some soothing music. Your breathing is heavy and slow. You've been trying to use your phone less since morning. You felt like you're gonna pass out from all of the things you had today.

You can't even start studying, too distracted to absorb all the topics.

It's too draining.

Besides that, you are unsure of how to inform others of your departure. They might not comprehend also that she has returned right now. You don't know for sure, though if they are aware of this news.

You heard your doorbell ring in your apartment.

The intercom shows a girl in her jeans and cardigan in front of your doorway.

"What's up?", slightly confused about her sudden visit.

"Can I talk to you? Sorry if it was too late but...I want to talk to you." a hint of persistence is evident in her voice.

"Ohh okay, come in."

Yves went to your living room while you go to the kitchen to find something she can drink.

"Are there any drinks you'd want to have?" You questioned, wishing she wouldn't hear the fatigue in your voice.

"Do you have a beer?" You heard her faint response. Fortunately, you still have the two cans that were extra from the previous day.

While you opened your can, you handed her beer. "So, is there any problem?" You sat down on the sofa across from her and asked calmly.

She has no idea how to express what she wants to say, "Well, Uhhh... I simply want to know if you have heard the news of Jinsol."

You could tell she was worried by the way she spoke. You nod your head in response to her question.

"Have you admitted your feelings to Jungeun yet?" You were somewhat taken off guard by that, but you anticipated it.

You took a sip of your beer, "No, and I don't truly have a plan to."

After hearing your reply, Yves fixed his gaze on you. She attempts to read your facial expressions and feelings, but you are too composed to even say anything. "Why not? Even just a try?" she asked, shrugging, "...you know just to prevent future what-ifs."

"Well, right now my heart just wants to follow where my mind is free," you sigh as you shake your head.

"Why is that so?"

"From the beginning, I can feel how important she is to Jungeun. She always thinks about her and longs for her presence. Jinsoul reminds her of almost everything." You explain.

"But when the two of you are together, she appears to be having fun and looks to be enjoying herself." The latter tries to point out, "When she's with you, it seems like she's with Jinsol."

"She is just distracted, Yves. She might be having a good time with me but her feelings are not the same. There's no point in telling her about my feelings. It will just complicate a lot of things, to be honest. And I know that Jinsoul loves her just as much as she does."

"I'm opposed to that. She even ghosted and left Jungeun without saying anything."

"She has her reasons. I don't know exactly what are those, just trust her, please. Perhaps, she's still your friend. She needs that time to realize things on her own."

"How can you even say that? As far as I've known, you two haven't met yet."

"Jinsoul... She's my cousin," you chuckle a little and smiled bitterly

Yves's loud gasp broke her control. She gives you a bewildered look.

"To be completely honest, Jinsoul frequently likes to tell me about this girl that she finds very endearing. How much she loves her and wants to keep her safe."

You down your beer, "I hope I realized sooner that she was referring to Jungeun. She loves her to the point where she begins to doubt herself. Because Jinsol uses this nickname, I didn't realize it until Jiwoo called Jungeun by that name. I now understand how she felt when she fell in love with her."

When you thought back on how complicated this was, a small pang of sadness arose in your heart.

Yves was left lost in thought. She still finds it hard to believe what she just heard.

What a tiny world

she thought

"But why didn't you tell me that you are related?" She gave you a dissatisfied expression.

"After discovering about her relationship with you guys, I decided it wasn't nice to bring up.”, you tap her shoulder and stare into her eyes, "I am genuinely sorry about my decision that causes your disappointment."

She simply nods while averting your look. She finishes the last of the beer before getting up.

"Okay, I understand." She whispered.

Yves was ready to put her shoes on and walk up to your door, " I'm going now and I'm sorry for crashing this late."

"Sooyoung, I have to tell you something." You speak again causing her to pause and face you

"What?" she mumbled.

"I'm leaving Korea in two weeks." You said giving her a sad smile.

Sooyoung holds both of your shoulders slightly aggressively. "What?!"

Too many revelations in a day. "You're joking, right? you still have like a month.", she says as her head begins to ache and she questions whether she can handle further information

She finds it all difficult to believe. Not expecting you to go earlier than anticipated. You grew to care deeply for them, and vice versa. She is aware of how much they will miss having you there.

"The program's period has shortened due to some circumstances, please don't tell the others, yet" you explained briefly, tapping her hand.

Your heart aches just thinking of leaving them. Even though you have buddies back home, you became fond of them. Their bond was unique. It is a very special one.

"You should go now. The night is getting older," you said goodbye to her, she was brought back to reality by this to which she replied with just a nod.

After your conversation with Yves, you had some relief. That evening, you also begin to consider confessing to Jungeun.

Sooyoung has a point. I should confess. Last chance

Minutes of spacing out, your phone blinked, displaying a message from Yves informing you that she had reached her house safely.

Going through your contacts, you clicked Jungeun's and sent her a message.

Can we meet tomorrow?

After a couple of seconds, she replied.

Jungiiee sent you a message (10:15 pm)

Sure, Where are we going to meet?

You replied, "Hangang park, 5 pm."

That night, you slept shortly after. For someone who has gone through a lot that day, it is a much-needed rest.

The color of the sky begins to shift to one that is more serene. The colors pink, yellow, sky blue, and orange collide making the sky even more beautiful than it was. The tranquil hue of the sky reflects on the river, enhancing its beauty.

You were so preoccupied with the sky that you failed to even notice when she arrived.

"Did you wait too long?"

Your head immediately turns to the girl asking. "Hey, sorry. I didn't notice you sooner."

Jungeun laughs because it was obvious that you forgot about your surroundings for being engrossed with the sunset.

She has already seen you from a distance as you were busy grinning and taking in the mellow sky before she ever comes close to you.

Jungeun thought it was an adorable scene.

"It's fine. You look like a kid watching her favorite scene in a cartoon," she said trying to tease you.

You glare at her, "Between the two of us, you know that you are the kid here, Kim."

This statement made you earn a big slap on your arm. Which you just laugh out.

She rolled her eyes and sat beside you.

"Oh yeah, why do you want to meet with me today?" She asked curiously.

Your grin has slightly softened. This simple question made you silent for a moment.

"Wait..let me think." You put your hand on your chin pretending to think. She laughs at your antics thinking you're just being playful.

You chuckled when you notice that she bought your joke. However, the reality is that you don't know the answer.

Why? I'm not sure, though.

Perhaps I just want to be with you?

to spend some time alone with you before I go?

Before you return to her?

or perhaps because I want to confess?

These are the thoughts that are going through your head.

Jungeun then begins to look up at the sky, where the color is beginning to become saturated.

On the other hand, you're also just quietly taking in the breathtaking scenery. The main factor that made you feel sincere happiness while remaining in Korea for the last few weeks was the scenery that you are currently gazing at. She leads you to make choices you never imagined making, such as letting go of something you wish you would have. You grew more mentally and emotionally thanks to Jungeun.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you spoke abruptly not putting away your attention on her.

"Uhmm sure," she replied.

Deja vu

This already happened in the past.

Last week.

Saturday.

The only distinction between you and her is that you are in her position.

In anticipation of your secret, Jungeun gave you a quick look.

She turned to gaze back as you turned to face the sunset with a contented smile.

"The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" You mumbled under your breath.

The latter simply nodded her head in agreement with your claim, and her only reply to you was, "Hmm."

Her response was too short to determine if she understood the phrase or not.

The silence was broken by Jungeun after a little while.

She gave you an impatient look, "You know, I'm still waiting for your secret."

She was still viewing the sunset as you laughed at her. You felt a little more at ease knowing she didn't understand.

I knew she wouldn't get it

"I already said it."

She said, feeling extremely lost, "But you just asked about how lovely the sunset is, which is not a secret, by the way."

Chuckling at her, you ask, "How about let's buy some food? I got hungry waiting for you." trying to annoy her.

"Well, I didn't know you were earlier than expected time. You didn't even bother messaging me, so it's not my fault." She said seriously which made you chuckle again.

The rest of your time in the park was spent having a very typical picnic. You both attempted to ride bikes and explore the park. She then took multiple pictures. Jungeun and you were also amused by the pets there. You two talked about a lot of random stuff and cherished each other's company.

Will she remember everything we did and the places we visited while I was here?

This might be your last quality time being alone together, so you savor this moment 'til it lasts.

You wish again that this day would not end.

When she received a message notification, the moonlight was already reflecting on the two of you.

Her face beams as she read the message, "Oh, it's Jinsol." she said.

"We should go home then." You smiled at her and offered to take her to the bust stop again.

What you hoped earlier was not fulfilled. Everything comes to an end.

Since the moment was too lovely to remember, you didn't even get a chance to inform her about your connection to Jinsol and your departure.

As you make your way back to your room, your thoughts begin to drift once more to all the alternatives.

What if I met her before Jinsol?

What if I am her?

Would Jungeun still love me the same way?

Would she wait for me as well?

You need someone's assistance to bring you back to reality because you are quite lost in thoughts.

You were alone once more on this chilly evening to cope with your agony.

You may have already believed that you were used to it, but deep down you know that what you are feeling is genuine.

So this is how saying goodbye to your first love feels like.

While on the bus, Jungeun seems bothered. There is something that makes her wander through her thoughts. As the bus goes down the highway, Jungeun talks to herself.

The sunset is beautiful, isn't it? wait I must have read it somewhere.

She tries to remember the meaning behind those words.

Suddenly, it's her stop. She walks down the street leading to her home. Still thinking about the phrase that you said.

“I can't think straight, I am not myself at this exact moment. I better be cleaning up and take some rest", she said whispered to herself.

After taking a warm bath, Jungeun jumps straight off her bed.

As she was browsing on her phone. You texted Jungeun. "Did you get home safely?".

The message appeared in her notifications tab. Jungeun was about to answer your message when she saw a video about phrases and the hidden meanings behind them.

" ‘The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?’ means I love you, but I am letting you go...."

She then realizes what you wanted to say to her. Staring at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, still processing what you said.

Instead of answering your message, she replied.

"Did you mean what you said? If so, why didn't you tell me much earlier?"

You immediately saw her reply, and there are many things that you want to say. But you decided not to express it.

"Things are much better this way. Furthermore, I am leaving in just two weeks. So you weren't able to see me for a while. No, this might be the last time that we can talk. Jinsol is back and I want you to be happy with her, Jungeun. That's all that matters"

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♡ Too Sensitive - Part Two ♡

Telling the JJK men you get too sensitive right before you cum and always have to stop, effectively ruining your orgasms.

A/N: basically Choso is sweet—the other two are not lol

Includes: Choso, Kenjaku, and Sukuna Part One sorry for lumping you in with the baddies, Choso

Content: masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, p-in-v, bondage, monsterfucking, dacryphilia, degradation, praise

Petnames: whore, my lord

TW: dubcon, sadism

18+ Content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader - enjoy!

Choso is earnest & helps you through it. He wants you to cum, it’s one of the best parts of sex. Denying yourself every time, even if it isn’t intentional, has to be frustrating. He'll do whatever you need to get there.

♡ ♡ ♡

With how new relationships are for Choso, you haven’t added sex to the equation yet. Everything about intimacy is a learning curve, and even though the two of you agreed to take things slow, Choso has shown a clear yearning and interest in sex. So when he walks in on a failed masturbation attempt, all thoughts of easing into sex flew out the window. How was he supposed to forget the sight of your legs spread, head thrown back, and fingers working to make yourself come?

He crawled up the bed, and with pleading eyes, asked what was wrong. You insisted everything was fine, but Choso isn’t stupid: he knew you were masturbating, and it didn’t go how it was supposed to for whatever reason. Eagerness alone isn’t enough to make up for a lack of knowledge, however, and Choso feels almost as frustrated as you when he accepts he doesn’t know how to help.

It’s then you learn of Choso’s persuasion skills, because you now rub your clit for your boyfriend to watch. His gaze is heavy and irreverent—transfixed by your wet pussy.

“It’s so pretty,” he says when your hole twitches, and the compliment makes warmth flood through you. “Can I touch you?”

“A-ah, yeah, go ahead.” The scenario wounds your pride: you don’t want to struggle in front of Choso. How is he supposed to trust you as a guide when you can’t even give yourself a basic orgasm? A tentative touch to your labia interrupts these thoughts, appreciating its shapes and feeling your wetness.

You whimper when his curiosity leads him to tracing your hole—not penetrating, only running the tip of his finger through the rim. He looks at you in question before he slowly breeches you, amazed by the sight and sensation of you parting for him.

It isn’t until you shift your hips that he grazes your g-spot, and your pussy squeezes his fingers so hard he briefly wonders if he hurt you. Uncertainty fades away as he caresses the rough area, his excitement growing as you move against his hand with a moan. It’s wet and warm, and the thought of it surrounding his cock makes him bite back a sound.

“Choso, you’re doing so good,” you pant, your voice tight with effort. “You can put another in.”

He does as told, mouth hanging when he sees your pussy stretch to accommodate his fingers. Over-eager, he relentlessly strokes your g-spot, his hips grinding against the bed. You cry out and match his intensity by circling your clit quickly. It doesn’t take long for your legs to tremble, and your body to stiffen. Whether by accident or knowing more than you thought he would, his fingers scissor, and you’re brought to the door of stinging pleasure.

“I can’t—I’m sorry,” your hand flies off instinctively, but he catches your wrist.

“Keep going,” he says lowly, and covers your fingers, moving them to glide over your clit beneath his own. “Let me help you.”

It’s an odd sensation: your familiar fingers moving in unfamiliar ways. He intensifies your touch, and resumes stroking your g-spot, shooting red-hot nerves through your body.

“Oh, my god, Choso! That’s too fucking—” you wail when you come, muscles cramping from the tension. Choso’s touches never falter as he leans over to connect your lips. It’s a sloppy, noisy kiss, and he moans almost as much as you. When you thrash to get away from him and tears well in your eyes, he removes his fingers and pulls you close. You pant in unison, and when you glance down, you see Choso had come in his pants. Only minutes pass before you feel his erection poking your ass.

“Can I do it again?”

Kenjaku is curious & tests you through it: what makes you so sensitive? Is it a certain technique? Would different stimuli make it more or less intense? He wants to explore until he knows the ins and outs of the issue to sate his curiosity.

♡ ♡ ♡

If you were told that you would spend your Saturday evening tied down with your leader’s head between your legs, you would assume they mistook you for someone with a much more colorful sex life. In hindsight, it shouldn’t have come as a shock with his unpredictable nature, but you assumed he had no interest in sex–or anything that isn’t about cursed energy, really.

Your legs strain against the straps as you come with a voiceless scream, mouth hanging open. Kenjaku only licks at your cunt twice more before removing himself, his face expressionless as he watches you twitch and convulse. With his thumb he absentmindedly wipes residue from his jaw, only to lick it from his finger and lips–the display makes your cheeks heat, even though he just ate your pussy. When he remains silent, you know he’s mulling over something, and prepare yourself for the incoming rant as your high dissipates. Without warning, he slides two fingers into you. He wastes no time locating your soft spot, caressing the area with deliberate strokes. His cool demeanor makes you feel foolish for making any noise, whether they come from your mouth or your pussy.

When he ate you out, he focused on your clit, his tongue flitting over your opening once or twice, but never penetrating. Now, it seems, he’s doing the exact opposite. Thick fingers part so widely it almost hurts, but so turned on it only makes you mewl, and raise your hips for more. This seems to herald your end, as he sets a rhythmic pace, pushing you further and further along. Like before, the pleasure skyrockets to a harsh burn, and you squirm in your restraints.

“Where does it hurt?” You stare at him stupidly, unsure what he said. It’s the first he’s spoken since strapping you down. “You said it gets over-sensitive before an orgasm. Where is that happening now?”

“My clit,” you manage. His fingering doesn’t slow even as you’re trying to speak.

“Is it internal or external?” A choke interrupts you before you can ask him to clarify, as another orgasm knocks the wind out of you. His fingers are still, but continue to pulse against your g-spot as your pussy clenches. Sensing your confusion, he continues.

“Does it happen in the head of your clitorus,” his thumb swipes over it cheekily, making you yelp. “Or is it internal?” He presses against your g-spot with an exaggerated force. Kenjaku’s voice is slow and condescending as he explains, as if you’re a child. You’re still trembling through your orgasm, too overwhelmed to think, let alone answer. Miffed by your silence, he pulls your nipple with his free hand.

“External! Fuck!”

“Interesting,” he says to himself, and continues to toy with your nipple until your eyes water. Two fingers straddle your clit, not touching, and rub the entire area in slow circles. A loud gasp tears from deep in your lungs, your body unsure what to do with this development.

“No, you can’t be serious,” your voice warbles when a pinch to your clit chastises you. “Fuck, fuck–no!” You jerk against the restraints, and your hips try to run away from his touch. “Stop!”

“Tell me, was it worse the second time, or the same?” A muted whimper is your only reply. “Oh, don’t be like that. You’re fine. I have more methods to try, after all.”

Sukuna is sadistic & forces you through it: normally he doesn’t care if you cum, but the thought that it’s too much and overwhelms you very much appeals to him.

♡ ♡ ♡

How your Lord became privy to such information you’ll never know for certain, but you have an inkling of how it happened. You were a simple servant, tasked with trivial duties like laundry and sweeping in the courtesan’s quarters. You had sequestered a bottle of liquor to be shared with those you consider friends, and the four of you drunkenly giggled as you shared your racy experiences.

Apparently, one of your ‘friends’ is a fucking narc, or just an idiot with loose lips and no sense. Because a handful of days later, you’re being summoned by Sukuna himself, and find yourself propped on his lap.

The tongue is waterlike, curling and rolling between your thighs, leaving thick saliva in its wake. It doesn’t take long for your pussy to leak and for pathetic sounds to spill. Does he prefer silence? You fist your robes, unsure if you’re allowed to even touch Sukuna; you have no clue how you’re supposed to behave.

“I’m going to kill the fool that sent you to the servant’s quarters,” he says. One of your breasts stills from your robe, and he is quick to palm it with his massive hand, and more terrifyingly, pull your nipple. His other hand squeezes your pliant thigh, and another molds against your hip, thumb digging into your lower belly–clearly appreciating how soft you are.

Barely, you resist rolling your hips in tandem with his licking. Despite it all, the large slippery tongue feels unlike anything you’ve felt before. The roll of his tongue is passionate enough that it swipes at your ass as well, making you gasp and clench every time. The pleasant sensations bleed into discomfort as you get close–what you’ve feared ever since you came into his throne room–and you stiffen as you try to bear through it.

His tongue never stops its languid stroking, and despite your best effort, you thrash and twist in his hold, trying to escape the burn. A plea for him to stop bubbles at your lips. You have no choice but to take it, and after a few moments of unbearable rubbing on your clit, you sob as an orgasm is ripped from you. The tongue never stops. It laps wildly, trying to drink everything your body offers. Tears spill from your eyes, as the prickling in your clit spreads.

“That was fast,” he muses, lazily eyeing your quivering body. “I’ve never seen a whore cry because she got her cunt licked.” His tongue flicks your clit sharply, and he chuckles when you nearly topple over. “Sensitive?”

“Yes, my lord.” You tremble all over; the weight of his attention is enough to terrify.

“Good.” Suddenly, he lifts and positions you over his cock—the one furthest from his pelvis. Your heart drops to your ass. It’s humongous, surely, it will kill you! You don’t have time to fear, because he presses you down immediately. It pushes against your entrance for several moments, unable to slide in despite how lubricated you are with his saliva and your juices, but eventually, your hole succumbs to the pressure from Sukuna’s hold and it breeches you violently. The size of his cock knocks the wind out of you, and its twin grazes the your pussy. Your clit feels like it’s on fire.

“Cry for me, whore,” he lifts you up and drops you back down, the slap and your yelp echo through the throne room. “It’s all you’re good for.”

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astralnymphh · 22 days

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Wait expanding on Ellie looking out for you but not for herself…thinking abt her sternly telling you to drink water as if she’s had anything but random sips of coffee throughout the day or reminding you to take your makeup off meanwhile she keeps getting distracted by random tasks and keeps procrastinating taking a shower…thinking many thoughts

♯.♱┆mhm, mhm, that is very ellie. I think ellie is so aware and acquainted with you being a welcomed presence in her space 24/7 that she has an eye on you— peripherally and straight-on. sat at a desk? glances here and there, sometimes a surprise kiss on the head for a bonus (checks to see if you're genuinely working on your coursework or not). taking a nap? preps a cup of water, switches the TV on for background noise (and for herself), covers you with a freshly laundered blanket, and lies near. stashes a mental checklist of certain things you have or haven't done, yet involuntarily disregards her own needs because you clog each pocket of her noggin known to craze over some fixation; such as a comic series, a video game, ideas on how to begin her latest pièce de résistance, or woodland muses that prance about the encompassing afternoon light and leap right into said pièce de résistance— but now, you've dethroned most fixations, and eclipsed an amassing portion of her life. routine dedication, she precautions; a human-sized, human-voiced, reminder alarm. like literally. "hey, did you wipe your makeup off?" but once she gets a good glimpse of your sleepy face in bed— stained by the remnants of makeup that managed to cling to your features– she just chuckles and gives you that "really?" expression, but it's delicate and kindhearted when her face wears it. "here— I kept a pack near, just because.." twists her head and reaches an arm to the nightstand nearest, hand then returning with a wipe softly clamped in two fingers and takes it upon herself to clean your eyelids first; pad of her thumb wrapped in the damp tissue lining a stroke along the bottom one. such a sweetheart, clad by such a focus-scrunched face whilst doing it, "it's okay, I got it. just means I get to look at your really, really pretty face longer before sleeping," piebald freckles tugging toward the center of her concentrated features, and lips softly hung in a grin. a steadying hand curls around the flank of your shoulder, just massaging; fingerprints soothing you in little circles. "ts' not like I don't when you are but— oh, I sound like a creep now, don't I?" her face awkwardly cringing a bit, prompting you to remind her, croaky-voiced, "you sound like my girlfriend who can't sleep at a proper time and spends it admiring her girlfriend with a healthy sleep schedule instead. nothing odd there." and ellie, mimicking a grinned offense, lets air spout against her shut teeth, "tch— you're the worst."

MASTERLIST . DAILY CLICK . READ THIS . PALESTINE MP

i would write out more scenarios but my cramps have a genuine chokehold on my uterus. (can add a large text document version if needed)

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angelltheninth · 7 months

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For the horror prompts can you do dialogue 6 and scenario 3 with Zhongli? Where he's kinda yandere and protective, but with a bit stalker vibes cause it's been so long since he's been in love?

I don't normally do creepy content but I think it fits the upcoming vibes.

Pairing: Stalker!Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: meet scary, dub-con, reincarnation, obsession, yandere behavior, protectiveness, forced kissing, yandere!Zhongli, stalker!Zhongli

A/N: Prompt list by @darkpromptsyouneveraskedfor

6. "It's wonderful how fate brought us together." + 3. There's nothing the cops will do about your stalker, nothing they can do against your monsterish pursuer.

Stalker!Zhongli first noticed you at the tea shop, sitting just a few tables away from him. You noticed him too, sitting all by his lonesome and glancing your way from time to time. For you it was just another man maybe getting a crush on you, for him it was finding his true love, his mate, once more. He started coming and going at the exact same time as you, walking your route for a while longer each time before turning to a different path when you look back a few times too many.

Stalker!Zhongli sits at your table after a while, before you get there but offers to share it with you. From how he talks you figure that he's not a bad man, just a little awkward. You asked around about him and found that he's actually quite alone, has been for many years now. Which would explain why he found it hard to approach you. He doesn't say anything odd to you while you're sharing tea but he does offer to walk you home and gets a little upset when you refuse. That night you keep hearing footsteps behind you, all the way back to your house, but there's never anyone there when you turn around.

"Have I frightened you before? I apologize darl- miss, it's been a very long time since I've seen anyone order your flavor of tea. Someone very important to me used to drink this flavor, so I suppose I was feeling drawn to you. If you need me to escort you home I would be happy to. A pretty lady such as yourself shouldn't walk all by yourself."

Stalker!Zhongli begins to appear where you work, asking to see you, making up excuses to talk to you more and more often, but never making a move to touch you oddly enough. He says that he's looking out for you and that is true to an extent, he has scared off a few shady looking people before, while you were around, but it seems like he's taken that to mean that you need safety all the time.

Stalker!Zhongli keeps watch on the rooftop of your home, occasionally watching you sleep through the window. He longs to touch you so badly. All these years he's been without your touch, your lips, your body, your warmth. But he knows he needs to wait a bit longer, you'll see that he's the only one for you soon enough. In case you don't he has ways to make you. Every morning when you wake up you see a blur at your window, a pair of very distinct golden eyes, and just a flash of fangs.

Stalker!Zhongli gets offended when you accuse him of wanting to hurt you. He would never do anything of the sort, he only wants to keep you safe. So you can live out your life by his side again. Oh. He wasn't supposed to tell you that part yet, he usually never does until after you're married. His emotions seem to be running a little too high this time around.

Stalker!Zhongli is a model citizen, very well respected in his and many other circles. He might be a bit of a mooch but no one ever thinks of him capable of doing evil. The guards don't either, and honestly you don't even think his reincarnation story is true. For all you know he could have made the whole thing up to get your guard down. At the same time your heart aches from his words, it's scary, so as a human would you remove yourself from the scary situation. You stop going to the tea shop.

Stalker!Zhongli has never felt more rejected by you, in all the lives you've spent together. You hurt him, and he doesn't see why. He wants you to be safe, if you can't let him make you safe then he will need to force you to see things his way. Once again you hear footsteps following you, but again you don't see anyone. Your voice calls his name, shaking and afraid. Silence. And then strong arms around you, too strong to break free from, his arms, his golden eyes looking down at you, his lips slightly parted with a smile, his fangs showing themselves to you once again.

"It's wonderful how fate brought us together. Once again my darling, you will be mine. Don't be scared. Please I'm still... ah... perhaps Rex Lapis rings any bells? Or maybe Morax? Tell me, have you moaned that name before and wondered why? It's because that is a memory. One that I hope to recreate with you soon."

Stalker!Zhongli knows you're about to scream at him, to call him crazy and he really doesn't want to hear any of it. So he kisses you, soft but demanding a kiss in return, growling at the way you bite at his lips. He could bite too, he could make you bleed if he wanted to. Of course he won't, you're his precious mate. You'll see reason soon enough, he's sure of it. He'll just have to repeat every single memory he has of you to make you remember him.

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When You Have An Secret Admirer - And It's Not Them (Diasomnia; 7)

A love letter was left at your door and now you are searching for that ‘secret admirer’ - everyone wants to help you out…but have their own reason for it.

'I can't give you the faboulus experience of an Fae nor can I give you the treasures of royalty...I'm sorry about that. But know that I can give you my entire heart.'

form of headcanons + scenario-ish

[note: reader is gender-neutral but mostly mentioned in 2. pov; a series of everyone you meet following you. headcanon will follow each char. own thoughts on the situation. mostly nervousness, slight jealousy & stubbornness]

Part 1: Heartslabyul

Part 2: Savanaclaw

Part 3: Octavinelle

Part 4: Scarabia

Part 5: Pomefiore

Part 6: Ignihyde

Weirdly enough nighttime was your comfort time.

An odd thing to name it, Malleus noted. You could only half-heartedly laugh as your eyes drifted to the ground. You could barely listen to his ramblings of gargoyles.

In fact, you were somewhat...relieved. Malleus and in this case all of Diasomnia haven't...done anything. No cheating. No corruption. No overblot.

Not yet at least.

There wasn't a single thing to dislike about them, aside from their little ego boost they get when they show off their power. It's true most students of that dorm are highly talented nobles and nobility tends to get arrogant. Surely they couldnt be such an eyesore, right?

Could your secret admirer do anything to them?

Lillia Vanrouge

That'd be a foolish decision.

Lillia is surprisingly one of the last people to get wind of these things. Both Kalim and Cater weren't so talkative of what happened in their dorms when he meets with them in their club. In Cater's case, Riddle insists on not talking about the 'criminal' so rumors wouldn't spread and Kalim was surprisingly dejected at the mention of the secret admirer.

A secret admirer, eh?

Oh, how exciting that sounds. Lillia didn't know young people were still into that old courtship tradition.

Though he has heard they aren't really your typical, run-of-the-mill admirer...

Even for Fae standards that is...woof.

And they have their eye, heart, admiration and affection all for you? Little Prefect of Ramshakle dorm and Malleus' friend?

Well, that makes perfect sense. Lillia couldn't imagine anyone else being the target object of affections, especially when someone is this determined to show their love.

On one hand he is happy for you. You deserve all this attention for you are such a cutie human. But on the other hand...eeeehh, perhaps such a person would not really suit you, no?

I mean, even Lillia finds them a tad bit odd and maybe extreme.

The father-like blood in him causes him to worry. He is of course worried about you but especially about Silver and Malleus. The latter won't like that his favorite human is...well, getting attention in such a way.

And Silver? Poor boy probaby doesn't know what to do with himself.

Oh, my. Perhaps he should offer a helping hand.

Sebek Zigvolt

What is the meaning of THIIIIIISSS

The last one of the first years to catch up.

Literally did not notice a single thing until the squad straight up told him + he needed the extra confirmation from Lillia. What do you mean you had a secret admirer from the very start?

Your strange behaviour? Sebek shurgged it off, probably just the change of the weather.

Things going haywire in the other dorms? Well, obviously. They aren't as great and organized as Diasmonia and have no great WAKA-SAMAAA in their circle.

Admirer shenanigans? Pah, nothin' but rumors.

BUt the MOMENT Lillia or Malleus tell him of these things he just IMMEDIATELY believes them.

WH-wh-wh-WHaAT??? :O Waka-sama you are so smart for noticing these things! OH, you are like a royal detective, the Sherlock Holmes of faes to-

Wait, everybody already knows?

.-.

A bit...stumped and confused. You...got a secret admirer? And judging from all the things he has heard and all the lasting consequences he has seen in the dorms...it's quite serious too, isn't it?

huh

WelL; whAt does the matters of a hUmAN concern him ANYWAY??? YOU Aren't Waka-sama nor Lilia-sama so...who cares??? Sebek doesn't. Nope. Not one bit.

The others try as they may but Sebek gives the entire thing the cold shoulder. He doesn't care, that is your problem. If anything, aren't humans usually super happy when they have a secret admirer? You should concider yourself grateful.

The squad tells him, no, this isn't something to be thankful for nor something to ignore. This is serious and complicated and none of them can just leave you alone in this.

Sebek supposes that makes sense...

But well, he...he can't show he cares...because he doesn't. No.

Silver

Also kind of the last one to catch up. Mostly because he literally slept on it.

Well, techincally it is not of his concern. It doesn't interfere with his classes, his training or when it comes to protecting Malleus, though the latter seems to be concerned.

He can't deny his worries...and understands them, too. You are a great friend to Malleus and to Silver as well.

Of course. It makes sense that you have a secret admirer. You are to be admired for all that you are. All that you have gone through as a magicless student. Though is this attention truly...loving?

Does not have a single concern in his mind if Diasomnia will be humiliated next. His old man is nto concerned and therefore, he won't be either.

Silver is more worried about Malleus.

Additionally, you have to face these 'affections' all on your own...will you be alright? Perhaps you need protection?

Silver would gladly provide it...but he is unsure if he can just barge in and be part of this whole shenanigan.

Malleus Draconia

Funnily enough, Malleus is one of the first people to know about your admirer.

It was the night after the 'crime' was comitted at Heartslabyul. Lost in your thoughts you almost forgot that you promised Malleus to accompany him on your many night walks.

The prince noticed your stillness.

"I'm sorry, Tsunotarou," You gave him a nervous smile, "Something came up today and I think I need to...think it all through."

You cut the stroll short and excused yourself. Malleus had no problem and let you be, a bit surprised you'd ever find yourself in a pickle. "Certainly. Just know that you can always talk to me about your worries, Child of Man...or not if you don't prefer."

And so you were gone. And your strolls became shorter and shorter.

Out of worry, the fae went to Lillia and told him of his woes. His friend is...not as chipper as usual.

Lillia promises to keep an eye out...and lo and behold, as the news of the admirer became bigger and bigger and the things they caused out of love more vivid and vivid, Lillia told Malleus of what was really going on.

...Oh?

A...secret admirer?

He felt a bit uneasy at the thought...

He may not be present at everything nor up to date (it feels like not getting invited) but Malleus can tell that this way of courtship is...peculiar.

Was first surprised that traditional wooing was also executed by humans (your admirer IS human, right?) but oh my, not even faes are that...hm, let's say, determined and petty.

Thinks it's endearing but also pathetic. Winning your love does not need to revolve around the doom of other dorms, does it? Even when they have wronged you.

After all, you all made up. You wanted to and were the reason why everything was good between you and the dorms now, even though you are magicless.

Seems like this admirer does not know you well...not as well as Malleus does.

The prince has been quietly pondering ever since, cradling his chin in thought. Lillia watches in anticipation.

My, this is strange.

Lillia has been watching from the sidelines for quite a bit...but he got the feeling that today was especially peculiar.

Making his way to the entrance of the dorm he absent-mindedly told Silver of his mild woes to which the lad immediately insistend on accompanying his father. Usually the fae would decline and say it isn't a big deal...but maybe Silver should witness it, too.

The student followed worriedly as Lillia seemed to...go up and down and all around the entire dormitory. He knew he was old but old enough to know the entire building like the back of his hand? Where are they going anyway, it feels like entering a labyrinth.

The wind blew high and dark clouds swirled around. Just as Silver wanted to ask what they are doing on the roof, Lilia seemed to have caught something right before it went down the chimney. The fae barely waited to be back in his room and opened up the letter right then and there.

'Nighly walks can make one sick, Draconia.'

What a way to start off a greeting.

Lilia

Oh my, my, my, MY!

Alright, his gut was right then.

Lilia wasn't planning on interfering, really...but this won't do.

Passive-aggressive jealousy towards Malleus and therefore the entirety of Diasomnia cannot be ignored.

It's kind of a shame really. This secret admirer seemed so passionate but it also looks like their negative traits are passionately expressed as well.

They just had to succumb to their weakness...love really makes people complicated. Or commit awful things unnecessarily.

Silver already knows and he trusts him. However, it's best if you and Sebek don't get the news...you are heavily involved as the admired and Sebek can get uuhhhh...maybe even more passionate than the admirer themselves.

Unsure how to approach Malleus though. The lad also feels quickly challenged...

Silver

An emergency!

Silver is ready to draw his sword. It must be one of these messaged threats to royals he has heard about! In fact, it reminds him of the tale of the Thorn Fairy...

Nevertheless he keeps his cool, following Lilia. However, he can't help but stick close to Malleus in general...glimpsing at him in worry.

As a matter of fact, his thoughts then flow over to you. While the message was meant for Malleus and is certainly no love letter, he still worries about you. If Malleus has to deal with something akin to jealousy and well, a threat (thats what he sees it as for sure, Lilia is a bit more amused even in his concerns) what must you be feeling being the object of affection?

How long will you play that role? Are you comfortable? Unsure? Unsafe? It is such a complicated issue, one that does not need to go over such lengths...

If only your admirer were normal...

Hm, no...maybe no. Maybe that still wouldn't calm Silver entirely.

As a knight he does not have a good feeling about this. He decided he will protect Malleus and you. The crown prince is being threatened and you seem more like a damsel in distress rather than a blushing maiden to him anyway...

Just how is Silver going to approach this? Just start hanging around you like a guard?

He got the feeling he might start having bad dreams about this...

Sebek

As much as Lillia tried to keep this a secret, Sebek of course butts heads and shoves his nose wherever needed when it comes to the well-being of Malleus.

WH-WHA-WHAT? A-AN EMERGENCY! A THREAT! AN ENEMY! WE NEED TO FIND THEM ASAP!!!

Is quick to panic and will drop everything to find the 'enemy'. No one will get past him to WAKA-SAMA!!!!

Unlike Silver, Sebek is unfortunately too emotional to control himself and will quickly blame you for having this 'secret admireeeer' of yours who only causes trouble! Don't you know?! They want Waka-sama's head! (An exaggeration)

This of course leads to the word being spreak quite quickly. Huh? The dormleader of Diasomnia got a letter? Bullying? No, threats? THE crown prince? What's going on?

Great job, Sebek, now everyone knows.

The student quickly clams up and starts feeling guilty for pointing his finger at you and barking up the wrong tree. Silver and Lilia are quick to tell him that this isn't your fault and that just adds to his guilt.

Yet...it is your secret admirer's fault. They are the one causing trouble, they are the one envying Waka-sama, they are the one trying to win your heart.

He's all over the place and so are his feelings. Sebek is trying to do the right thing but it isn't going as swell as he hoped he would.

If only that admirer never had the courage to show you their love and none of this would be happening. If only things could have stayed the way they have.

Malleus

Thanks to tattletale Sebek, Malleus swiftly heard of this 'bullying' as some students have asked him about and demanded Lillia to show him this so-called 'threat'.

Re-reading the one sentence over and over again, Malleus couldn't help but laugh. He first chuckled, then chortled before straight up letting out a guffaw.

"Nightly walks makes one sick, eh?" He mockingly repeats. There's something about this letter that hinders him from crumbling or throwing it away. Looking at it a second longer, Malleus insisted on keeping it.

Wouldn't matter if it did go missing. The prince can easily recall the threat as if it were a spell.

The fae can't deny it. The thought of you having a secret admirer irked him. It made absolute sense that someone else notices your quaint self and so he held himself back. As long as you were happy.

But now this petty student thinks they can just challenge him? Tell him to stop spending time with you?

All the while spitting out the name 'Draconia'. He could read the venom out of it.

How funny. They think Malleus will listen? Set aside his own feelings and just - stop being your friend? Sever your bond and accept defeat as if he had no chance whatsoever?

Pathetic little worm.

[welp, this is the last one. i saw many wondering who the admirer might be and...its not what you think. not malleus. think of anyone and you are wrong. its no one from rsa either. sooo...will be taking a break now and instead take requests. after that another project with the secret admirer will be started before they finally and officially confess to you...]

#twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twisted wonderland #secret admirer #diasomnia #twst x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #twst scenarios #gender neutral imagine #twst headcanons

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ioveartfilm · 2 months

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Maneater

You possess an affinity for wealth, what can you say? You have a passion for spending money on anything that catches your eye. Don’t get me wrong, you’re an independent woman who earns her money on your own with a sustainable career gaining a fair payment. Yet, isn’t enough for you. You wanted more.

So you attend parties whenever your friends extend invitations over the weekend. Dancing the night away and naturally sharing a few kisses with a couple of guys along the way. To be clear, only the ones who are nice enough to hold a conversation and invite you to a drink. When I say “kisses” they are just kisses nothing beyond that. You have to care of yourself first. Well, occasionally. Unless they are worth it.

One evening, at a new expensive club, you lock eyes with the most attractive guy you’ve ever seen. He really was. Fuck. You feared that you may not hold yourself back this time. His hair was a stunning shade of white, complemented by eyes of piercing blue clarity. He wasn’t just attractive; he was absolutely mesmerizing.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” He asked with his charming smile lighting up his face as he stood before you. The night with him passed in a blur, from dancing dangerously close to him to being entirely consumed by his affections in a motel room. His thrusts send you into a dizzying state of euphoria, while your nails are digging into his arms, your moans getting louder with his increasing speed.

“You feel so good, so good. I can’t stop. Please don’t make me stop.” He murmurs incoherent words, as he continues his relentless thrusts, pushing you to your limit. Leaning over, he buried his head into your neck, trapping you beneath his weight, leaving you with no choice but to surrender to him.

He asked for your number afterward, which you find odd the way you gave it to him without hesitation. Soon enough, he started texting you often, becoming a regular presence in your life. You learned he had his own unique sense of humor. He makes you laugh, and you like that. He invited you out, though he didn’t explicitly label it a date. But it definitely had that vibe.

Yup, it was a date.

What you didn’t expect was the place where he took you to; it looked incredibly fancy. How rich is this guy? He paid for both of you. On your second date, he bought you a present. It was a necklace! And its radiance practically shouted luxury. He showered you with nice gifts as if you were his personal to doll to adorn and spoil.

You loved every second of it.

It wasn’t solely the gifts that brought you joy, but also the undivided attention he bestowed upon you. He was a gentleman. Unlike any other guy you dated. But behind closed doors, he unleashes an unrestrained primal energy, leaving you breathless with quivering legs. The way he caresses your breasts with the utmost care, along with how his large hands hold you in place as he drives himself into your body. Whispering words into your ear, things like how your body easily accepted him, how close he felt, by just being inside.

“Give it to me. I can take it.” You whispered imploringly. “If it’s you, I can take it.”

He asked you to be his girlfriend while you were straddling him on his lap, his gaze full of adoration towards you. Obviously, you accepted, how could you not? Over time, you were introduced to his inner circle of friends. There was this guy, named Suguru, Satoru’s best friend and also his childhood friend. Initially, he was wary of you, skeptical about how quickly Satoru made you his girlfriend. Later you learned, that your boyfriend had this crazy ex-girlfriend who left him dry, taking every pen he owned. You can’t deny what drew your attention was his wealth.

You can love him and his wallet.

Five months later, he proposed to you, confessing how he couldn’t live without you. While you imagined the scenario of becoming his wife, dressing nicely for him eagerly awaiting him every day.

“Marry me. I will make sure you get anything you need. I will provide for you and our children. I will make sure you don’t move a single finger.” That idea pleases you deeply.

And there you are, married to Gojo Satoru. One of the wealthiest CEOs, residing in a grand mansion, while raising your two toddlers. Even if one day Satoru decides to divorce you, you would receive 50% of his monthly income.

Author’s Note: For all my girlies who wishes for a rich dilf. Including me.

#gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk #jjk fanfic #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo imagine #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x y/n #gojo x you #gojo saturo

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abitohoney · 10 months

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Pray To Me

AO3 link

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Established Relationship, Shameless Smut, Light Dom/sub, Dom Sevika, Sub Reader, Banter, Humor, Fluff, Spanking, Cunnilingus, Lesbian Sex, Choking, Praise Kink, Rough Sex, Teasing, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Porn with Feelings, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Light Bondage, Reader is a bratty smartass, Sevika is a brat tamer, Demonic goddess Sevika, gp!Sevika, Demon Sex, Breeding Kink, this is just filth

Word Count: 8.1k

Summary: After a series of graphic dreams involving your girlfriend Sevika taking on the form of a demonic goddess, this night in particular starts to really blur the line between fantasy and reality.

AN: This has been on AO3 since April, just now copying it over here. This was a birthday gift for the wonderful @master-sass-blast.

You sit at a small desk lit by the dim yellow lamp that sits along the back edge, dressed only in your underwear and one of Sevika’s old t-shirts. You’re trying to wait for her to return home before calling it a night, but it’s terribly late and your eyes feel as if they're being pulled down by invisible weights.

You stare blankly down at the picture before you. It's a sketch you started not more than a few hours ago. Through your drooping eyelids, it’s a blurry image of Sevika. But she’s not in the form you know to live and breathe alongside you in the real world. It’s a form you’ve only seen in your dreams. Vivid dreams in which Sevika takes the form of a demonic goddess.

A black tail extends from the bottom of her spine; thin and long. Black horns curl from the crown of her head skyward, their points sharp and deadly. Her chemtech arm remains unchanged, but her flesh arm includes black, curved claws at the end of each finger. Her normally steel gray eyes glow an eerie purple even though she’s not fueled by shimmer.

The violet pencil held in your hand rests against the paper where you drew a series of scars trailing along her left side, from her torso clear up into the black horn that sprouts from the top of her head.

The image blurs further as you start to succumb to sleep. Through nothing more than the slits beneath your lids, the last thing you see is the rows of pointed teeth that appear between lips curled in a devious smirk.

You awake sometime later, head resting along your forearm which lays sprawled across the top of your desk. Slowly, you open your eyes, blinking the sleep away and yawning. As you force yourself to sit up, you realize your sketch is no longer on the desk.

Well that’s odd-

“More of your silly drawings?” Sevika's voice teases from behind you.

You nearly fall from your seat with how high you jump.

“For fuck’s sake, Sevika! Don’t scare me like that!” you chastise. Rubbing your eyes with your fists, you try to process what it was she had just said.

Silly drawings.

You don’t even bother to turn to look at her as you give her a bitter reply, “They aren’t silly drawings. You’re just jealous because the best you can do is stick people.” It’s not much of a comeback. Normally you’re more than happy to partake in the banter, but you’re too fucking tired to deal with her games right now.

She chuckles mockingly and tosses the drawing back onto the desk. “What made you decide to draw me like this?”

Gathering up your supplies, you sigh deeply. If you answer her honestly, you’ll just be feeding her fuel to tease you more. But, again, you’re just too damn sleepy to come up with anything besides the truth.

“I’ve been having dreams. Oddly vivid. Of you in this-" You wave your hand over the paper. "-demon form. No idea why, but it’s happened more than once.”

“Hmm,” she hums, and you’re unsure why she’s not giving you shit for that, but you continue to explain anyway.

“It’s weird. Even though it’s different scenarios each time- you chasing me, or taunting me, or just circling me- you always look exactly the same. I don’t understand how my brain is concocting such specific, repeatable imagery of you.”

“What if I told you those weren’t dreams,” Sevika whispers near your ear.

Hot breath rushes down the back of your neck and you shiver involuntarily.

Now it’s your turn to laugh. “That’s ridiculous. Stop trying to scare me. We can have a battle of wits tomorrow. I just want to go to bed.” You place your hands along the front edge of the desk, about to push your chair back to stand when you feel something slide around the front of your neck.

You immediately freeze in place.

Whatever it is, it’s not her hand, or arm- or anything she should possess. It quickly coils around your neck until your head is rendered immovable.

“Sevika!” you gasp, pulse quickening. “What the fuck is that?” Your hands fly up to grasp desperately at the offending… thing. It’s thin and rope-like, but too smooth to be just that. When Sevika says nothing, only laughs deviously from behind you, your heart rate spikes further. Her tone is different. It’s much deeper than usual. But more disturbing than that is the eerie echo that follows it.

“Foolish girl,” she rasps against your ear in a chilling tone.

Something tickles the side of your neck. Something firm and wet, but you’re left without a moment to process it when whatever is wrapped around your neck tightens and begins to slowly pull you to your feet. Unable to do more than release an airy gasp, you claw helplessly at the offending object. Eyes wide in terror, you’re forced to turn to face Sevika. But you’re not met with the face of the woman you know in the waking world. You’re met with a wicked grin full of sharp teeth and wide purple eyes that glow as if she’s possessed. Surely she is possessed. She’s the embodiment of your dream version of her.

Then this must be just another dream. There’s no other logical explanation. But it feels so real…

“My foolish girl,” she sneers as she lifts you even higher, until your feet no longer touch the floor.

You kick helplessly, trying desperately to get a foothold on something. As you scrabble at whatever is around your neck, it dawns on you what it is.

Her tail.

She brings you closer until you’re face-to-face with her demonic smile.

"You've been awfully bratty lately. I think it's about time you learn your place," she taunts.

And fuck, her voice has changed so much. It's dropped even lower, raspier. She sounds downright evil. Despite knowing this could only be a dream, you can't help how your blood runs cold in fear. However, you're unwilling to let even dream Sevika best you, so you try to swallow down that fear before you speak. But before you can even open your mouth, the grip she has on your throat tightens, leaving you gasping for breath.

Sevika's dark lips curl higher at your struggles. Her throaty chuckle echoes throughout the room. The room that- you just now realize- is suddenly fading away. Warping into something else entirely.

Your wide eyes flit around in shock as the furniture, the wall hangings, the flooring- even the walls themselves- all of it darkens and blurs until they disappear entirely. The two of you are left in a seemingly endless black room containing nothing more than a large, deep red settee situated a few feet away. And she's carrying you towards it.

You're tossed, rather haphazardly, onto the seat. Finally free of the restriction on your airway, you gasp and gulp down oxygen. Bringing your hands to your neck, you rub the sore tissue and tendons beneath.

“What the fuck, Sevika?” you demand.

Sevika towers over you, casting a shadow beneath a dim purple light that appears to emanate from somewhere behind her. The sides of her feet touch yours. But as you stare down at them, you realize they aren't her normal feet. They are larger. With long, sharp, black toenails. You shudder before letting your eyes slowly travel up the length of Sevika.

She's not in her usual getup. Not even the one you typically see her in when you’re dreaming. But you are dreaming, you remind yourself. As your gaze roams over her muscular thighs and all the way to the apex, you find she’s wearing nothing at all.

And oh good lord what is above her- Is that a… cock?

Something sharp presses into the soft flesh beneath your chin, forcing you to lift your head- to draw your attention away. At first, you think it must be a finger of her prosthetic arm. However, as your gaze lifts higher, you realize it’s her flesh arm before you. That’s definitely a claw threatening to pierce your skin.

“See something you like, kitten?” Sevika asks with a haughty smirk when you finally tilt your head back far enough to meet her glowing eyes above you.

Gods, is she even taller than usual too?

Still unwilling to let even this fake Sevka see you shaken at all by any of this, you snarkily ask, “Why the fuck do you have a dick in my dream?”

Another deep, taunting chuckle echoes through the seemingly empty room.

“Still think this is just a dream, huh?” she asks in that damn condescending tone she loves to use. She drags the tip of the sharp claw deliberately up the side of your jaw. Just hard enough to prove how deadly she is. “What will it take to convince you otherwise?”

You try to ignore the chill that creeps over your body, maintaining your own snide smile.

“Well, having the correct anatomy would be a decent start,” you jeer.

“Can’t exactly breed you with my cunt,” she retorts with a crude smile.

“Breed?” You huff out a laugh. “Like, you want me to carry your little demon babies?” Slowly, you shake your head in disbelief. “This is definitely one of the most fucked up dreams I’ve had about you.”

“Laugh all you want, brat. By the time I’m through with you, you’ll be praying this supposed dream would end.”

Mouth open and ready to fire a retort, your words fall short when you feel her tail start to slip beneath your loose shirt to slide around your torso. Your attention drops to that familiar long, thin, black appendage as it creeps further and further under the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to reveal the tops of your thighs.

Sevika leans over you, resting her metal hand against the back of the settee beside your head and lowers her face to hover just inches from yours.

You slowly let your gaze drift up over her lopsided grin to her glowing eyes. Reminding yourself yet again that this is only a dream, you make every attempt to hide the way her perverse smile makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. The way it causes your body temperature to rise. The way you rub your thighs together, clearly enjoying her like this.

She brings the sharp claws of her flesh hand to trace along the side of your jaw. Eyes locked with yours, she drags a single claw down the front of your neck, and along the dip in the collar of your shirt. She pauses at the center, delighting in how your chest is already visibly rising and falling faster in anticipation of what she plans to do next.

“I suggest you steady your breath. Unless you want me to mark that pretty skin of yours,” she warns.

Given no time to reply or even prepare, you release a startled yelp as she tears through the entire front of your shirt in one fell swoop. Her menacing laugh echoes through the room, and you swear you can feel it rumbling deep within your chest. Your cheeks burn with a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and something you’re not quite ready to admit to your cocky demonic girlfriend. You shoot her the most defiant glare you can muster. Unfortunately, you’re not sure it's very effective, considering how she not only has you held in place by that damn tail, but now your entire chest is exposed and on display for her hungry eyes to focus on.

“That was my favorite shirt!” you exclaim indignantly.

“You can find another,” she replies gruffly.

“I don’t want another. I liked this one.”

Narrowed glowing eyes rise to meet yours, their owner clearly low on patience.

“You can find another,” Sevika repeats with an air of finality. “Now I suggest you shut your mouth, brat. Or do I need to give you something to preoccupy it?”

It’s funny how she thinks a threat like that is going to keep you quiet. This dream Sevika is apparently just as daft as the real Sevika.

“Depends on what you plan to use,” you reply before tracing your lips with the tip of your tongue. You let your eyes slowly drift downward, intentionally making sure she follows the path to your destination; the thick, hard length that you notice twitches when she realizes what you’re implying.

“Hmm,” she hums, “Sorry kitten, but I’m saving that for another hole.” She draws your attention upward again, this time with the tip of a metal finger. “You’ll have to be patient.”

“Says the woman who couldn’t wait and just tore my favorite shir-” Your snarky remark turns into a startled gasp the moment you feel the settee unexpectedly rise and shift. The tail still wrapped around your torso is the only thing that keeps you from falling backward when the back of the couch suddenly disappears.

Once again denying you a chance to gather your wits, Sevika immediately lifts you with her tail. The remainder of your shirt falls off your shoulders, and she pushes you further back onto what is definitely not a settee anymore considering how you’re able to lean back on your forearms.

Wide-eyed, you quickly scan left, then right, discovering you’re now actually on a large four-post bed. Each post is made of dark, rich mahogany, and the soft quilted bedding beneath you is the same deep red of the settee.

Sevika slides her tail out from around you before crawling onto the bed and over your body. The mattress shifts considerably with her weight and you're certain now that she’s considerably larger than usual. And she’s using it to her advantage, confining you beneath her, completely cutting off that mysterious purple glow that had been your only light source since the room warped into nothingness.

Too focused on the way her face is plastered with that damn arrogant smile, you fail to realize her tail is slipping behind your neck until it’s too late. It quickly coils around it before the soft, pointed tip slips into your open mouth, muffling your attempted protest. And your struggles only serve to make those dark lips of hers pull even higher.

“Much better,” she jeers.

This time she’s wrapped her tail just tight enough to assert her control over you without restricting your airway.

Despite your efforts to remain unphased by her assault, you feel your restraint quickly fade when you watch her head dip lower toward one of your exposed breasts. Her tail prevents you from lifting your head, but you still manage to watch as a long, wide, forked tongue slips out from between her lips to run along the underside of your breast, leaving a wet trail that quickly cools and causes you to shiver.

Your eyes flutter shut and you groan around the tip of her tail as she teases around your hardening nipple. Unknowingly, you start to mimic her motions, swirling your tongue around the tip of her tail. Sucking when she does. Flicking when she does. It isn’t until you feel the press of something sharp against your nipple that you start to realize what you’re doing.

With a quick inhale through your nose, your eyes fly open to meet the narrowed threatening gaze of your demonic girlfriend. Her lips are curled back in a snarl, revealing pointed teeth. Teeth that currently threaten to cross the line from pleasure to pain as she bites down.

“Stop. Distracting. Me,” she snarls through her teeth.

Distracting? How the fuck were you distracting her? Playing with her tail?

Curious, you give said tail a good suck while running the tip of your tongue along one edge of the point. Those fierce eyes of hers suddenly fall shut. A deep, almost inaudible, groan reaches your ears and goes straight between your legs.

Fuck that's hot.

It would appear that her tail is sensitive. Hence your ministrations are distracting.

How… delightful.

Your lips curl into a mischievous smile around the appendage, but you’re a fool to think she won’t retaliate. And she does exactly that the moment she opens her eyes and catches your smile.

Sevika releases an inhuman hiss. And it should have been your warning, but you’re still caught off guard the moment you feel her teeth sink in deeper and cross that aforementioned border.

The startled cry that slips past the small gap between your lips and her tail is choked off by her tail slipping further toward the back of your throat. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes and your hands instinctively reach for the horns at the top of her head. However, before you can grab them, you feel the forked tip of her tongue start to move over the stinging flesh, soothing and replacing the pain with pleasure.

Sevika chuckles against your breast as she continues to slide that deliciously thick muscle over your skin. “I warned you, brat."

Even if you could speak, you wouldn’t have anything to say. Not when that sinister laughter of hers is making the ache between your legs swell exponentially. No matter how hard you pretend to hate her cockiness, there’s no denying how much it turns you on.

“Still think you’re dreaming?” she sneers before moving to lave at your other breast.

Honestly, you had for a moment forgotten you were in a dream. Everything feels so damn real.

But you know this can’t be real. So you give her a nod as you rub your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the growing need between them.

Noticing the motion, Sevika presses her knee between your legs to force them open, intentionally dragging over your wet heat. Judging by the cocky little smirk that paints her face, she feels just how wet you are through the thin fabric of your underwear.

"Gonna try to deny that too?" She asks.

You narrow your eyes at her and mumble something unintelligible around her tail.

She raises a brow. "What's that? Can't understand you with your mouth full." She taunts before removing her tail from your mouth. Webs of saliva connect and stretch between its tip and your bottom lip before finally breaking over your chin.

"I said fuck y-" Your snarky remark devolves into a sharp inhale of breath when Sevika presses her knee further between your legs. That teasing- albeit tantalizing- friction leaves you without a thought, at least until you hear Sevika's mocking laughter.

You open your eyes, not even recalling closing them, and find her face hovering over yours. Her eyes are alight with a sick satisfaction as she waits for you to meet her gaze. And the moment you do, you watch as that snake-like tongue of hers slips past her lips to slowly lick up over your drool-coated chin before violently delving between your parted lips.

The moan you release into her mouth becomes choked as she shoves her tongue damn near down the back of your throat. You struggle to pull back, pressing your head further against the mattress. Sevika's lips curl against yours and you're not sure if you should be irritated or turned on by just how much higher she is as a demonic goddess.

Once she's had her fill of dominating your mouth, she drags her tongue along your teeth as it recedes into her mouth.

"Mmm. So sweet," she purrs. "You know my senses are enhanced in this form." Locking eyes with you, she starts to slowly descend your body, her tongue sneaking out to taste your exposed skin at every stop. "Including taste." She starts across your collarbone. "I wonder if-” Then between your cleavage. “-all of your body-” Around your navel. “-tastes that much more-” And along your waistband. “-delicious."

Tilting your head, you try to watch her from over your chest as it rises and falls with deep breaths. Her clawed hands carefully spread your thighs enough for her to sneak her head between them. Your breath hitches when she drags that wet muscle over your clothed slit.

“Mmm. I think I need to get a better taste,” Sevika purrs before taking the waistband of your panties between her pointed teeth.

At first, you think she will simply pull them down, so when you feel the unexpected tug and hear the subsequent tear of fabric, you can't help the squeal that leaves your throat.

And oh that fucking arrogant smile she gives you… As much as you want to chastise her for now adding your favorite pair of panties to the list of destroyed items, more than that you want her to press those devilish lips somewhere in particular.

As if hearing your thoughts, Sevika begins kissing her way up the inside of one of your thighs. Although not without deliberately taking her damn sweet time.

"Sevika, please!" You whine and spread your legs wider in hopes of encouraging her to reach her final destination sooner. You should know better, though, than to let her see how needy you are. It only adds fuel to the fire. Her desire to break you. To tame you.

"Pa-tience," she enunciates before sinking her sharp teeth into your thigh.

"Fuck," you curse and try to close your legs around her head, only to be met with equally sharp claws threatening to pierce your skin as she holds your legs in place.

The pain quickly dulls into a pleasant ache as Sevika runs her tongue over the tiny marks. Rather than continue her exploration with kisses, she instead licks a warm, wet trail higher and higher.

You suck in a shallow breath and pull your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation. With every inch closer she gets to your burning core, you hold your breath a little longer, bite your lip a little harder. The moment she reaches your wet folds to teasingly trace the perimeter, you release your breath in a shaky whimper.

"Now purr for me, kitten," Sevika demands, tone dripping with sin.

And that you do. You moan wantonly when you finally feel her lick a long, thick stripe up through your entrance. Pleasure courses through your extremities and heat pools low in your belly. She gradually stokes that fire with teasing little kitten licks just along the inside of your entrance. If you were of sound mind you may have even found that ironic- the kitten licks- given her pet name for you. But you're too lost in your own bliss to form any coherent thoughts.

Her name falls from your parted lips with a breathless moan and you can feel her resulting arrogant smile against your folds.

She's normally damn good with her mouth, but there's something so terribly exquisite about her demon tongue that sends you to another realm. You're not sure if it's the forked tip, the large width, or the insanely long length-

Oh good god the length…

As Sevika finally sinks her tongue deep inside your cunt, you realize just how long it truly is.

"Oh- fuck Sevika," you moan, "That- that feels so good."

She hums in appreciation before adjusting her head to allow the base of her tongue to glide along the bundle of nerves above.

It's a shock to the system, that sudden addition of unexpected pleasure. You hadn't been ready for her to touch your clit while her tongue was still buried inside you. Your hips jerk almost violently towards her face, but you're once again held in place by sharp claws against your thighs.

You attempt to form a protest, mouth open, and a whine at the ready. But, the moment she starts sliding her tongue in and out of you, rubbing it along the now swollen bud above, your whine fizzles and dies in your throat. A broken, garbled moan falls out in its place.

Sevika uses her tongue to straight up fuck you, and with little grace or care for how much of a mess she makes, or how obscene she sounds. Between the collection of her saliva and your slick, each plunge of the thick muscle creates a wet, smacking sound that resonates throughout the room. It's salacious, but undeniably arousing.

If she was stoking the fire in your belly earlier, she's downright pouring gasoline on it now. That familiar coil is wound so tight it burns, threatening to snap at any moment.

Without thinking, you reach down and grasp Sevika's horns, pulling her face closer as you attempt to control her motions. That action not only earns you a warning growl that you fail to hear over your own unrestrained moaning, it also leads to her removing the stimulation entirely.

Your eyes fly wide open and you stare down at her with pleading eyes.

"Sevika! Please don't stop!" You beg, near tears with desperation as that pleasant coil starts to quickly unwind.

"Hands. Off," she snarls, baring dangerously sharp teeth.

"I- I'm sorry," you whimper, but immediately release her horns.

"Hands above your head."

Apparently, she doesn't trust you, but you still obey. Anything to get that indescribably divine stimulation back as you slip further and further away from your peak.

Sevika's tail appears in your periphery and you feel it wrap around your wrists. She's not giving you another chance to control yourself. But after glaring at your distraught face for a good, long moment, she finally brings her mouth back to your slit.

Eyes fluttering shut again, you focus all of your strength on lying still for her as she wraps her lips around your throbbing clit. She quickly rebuilds the progress she'd made before. Each suck of her mouth and each rub of her forked tongue brings you that much closer to the precipice of euphoria.

Sensing your impending climax, you unknowingly hold your breath and tense every muscle in your body. Until finally, you fall.

Your body lurches as all that built-up tension releases like an explosion. Time slows as waves of pleasure burn through your every fiber. You cry Sevika's name, following it with a series of incoherent whimpers. All while that delicious muscle carefully works you through your state of rapture.

Just as you start to come back down to reality and feel the threat of overstimulation, Sevika moves her tongue from your throbbing bud to lewdly lap at the juices flowing from the slit below.

Chest heaving with shallow breaths, you gaze down at your demonic lover through glossy eyes. Your body trembles at the sight, renewed arousal making your legs ache. Her eyes are gently closed, as if she's thoroughly enjoying herself while she licks you clean.

Once she seems to have had her fill, she lifts her head and uses her knuckles to wipe her mouth clean. She meets your dazed stare with eyes so heavily darkened with lust that only a mere ring of glowing purple remains.

Your body trembles beneath her gaze as she slowly rises to her knees and moves up your body. It isn't until her legs are on either side of your waist that her intentions become clear. Your eyes travel down the length of her body. Over the sexy curl of her wet lips, the swell of her full breasts, the hard lines of her defined abs, until finally landing on the large cock standing proud, right where her clit would normally reside.

Several drops of precum decorate the bottom of the bulbous head. It's thicker than what you'd expect from a human, and tinged with a fluorescent purple much like her eyes. Instinctively, you lick your lips in anticipation.

Sevika notices that action, a haughty chuckle making her body shake. "Be a good girl for your master and get it nice and wet for me?" She purrs.

You meet her gaze for a moment and give her an eager nod. You're rewarded with a pleased smile and she releases your wrists from the grip of her tail. Slowly, you sit up, gaze dropping to the mouth-watering display in front of you.

Placing your hands on her hips to keep yourself steady, you watch for her reaction intently as you run the very tip of your tongue over the trail of precum. The deep hum of approval she releases goes straight between your legs, rekindling that pleasant ache. Your mouth fills with a bittersweet flavor that's unlike her typical slick and you wonder if that's been altered as well.

Your eyes flit between hers and the wetness coating the junction of her thighs. Clearly, she's enjoying herself just as much as you are. You wait for her nod of approval before dipping your head lower and collecting a taste of her slick, intentionally allowing the tip of your tongue to tease along her entrance.

You both groan in unison.

Though the texture is considerably different; less thick, the taste is still equally bittersweet.

"No more teasing," Sevika demands. But her voice is hoarse, broken by the desire that coats her throat.

Obediently, you move one hand from her hip to grasp the base of her cock before wrapping your lips around the tip.

"That's my good girl," she groans as you slide the length further into your mouth.

Your eyes flutter shut when you feel the scrape of her claws travel from the top of your scalp to the back of your head. Too caught up in that pleasant sensation and sweet praise, you momentarily forget your task.

Sevika, however, does not, and she holds your head in place before snapping her hips.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as she hits the back of your throat despite your hand preventing you from taking her entirely. It takes a great deal of concentration not to gag around her, but she takes mercy on you and quickly pulls back enough to allow you to recover.

"Focus," she grunts. "This is for your own good."

You peer up at her through watery eyes and thick lashes, but quickly slide your lips back over her. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck as you glide back a second time. And oh god, the reaction that gets you is enough to have you moaning just as loud as her.

Her eyes drift closed as her head gently falls back. Her throat bobs with a heavy swallow, and she digs her nails into the nape of your neck.

Eager to treat yourself to another one of those responses, you take her back into your mouth, this time far enough to reach the hand you still have wrapped firmly around the base of her.

But before you can pull back, Sevika's head tilts forward again and you're met with eyes completely blackened by a ravenous need.

"Enough," she growls. "Lie down."

Gladly.

Having regained enough of your senses, you decide to sneak in one more teasing action before she has her way with you. So as you slide your wet lips down her cock, you press and drag your tongue along the bottom.

“Shi- t.” Sevika’s broken curse slips past her lips without permission. But the moment she comes to- once you reach the very tip- she narrows her eyes at you threateningly.

You merely peer up at her with feigned innocence as you slide completely off, intentionally allowing a small dribble of precum to coat your bottom lip. With an exaggerated lick of your swollen, wet lips, you watch as her anger starts to ebb away. But just as you think you’ve soothed the savage beast, you feel pointed nails dig into each of your shoulders before she shoves you onto your back.

Your breath leaves your chest from the force of it, but Sevika leaves you no time to complain.

She shakes her head in disappointment. "Naughty little brat. You almost wasted my precious seed on that smartass mouth of yours." She starts to move back down your body, pressing her knees between your own to spread them.

“How would that have been a waste?” you ask as you prop yourself up on your forearms to watch her. “Are you telling me that even as a demonic god- even in my dreams- you can’t just make more quote-unquote seed?” You ask derisively.

Sevika freezes, her hands hovering just above your thighs. Her eyes slowly drift up until they meet yours. With an arched brow and a crooked smile, she sneers, “Do I need to use the tail again?” She brings the end of it into your view, flicking it back and forth for emphasis.

“Hey I’m just asking a very legitimate question,” you reply. You’re well aware that goading a demon is dangerous. But it’s Sevika. In a dream, you remind yourself again- a very wet dream. You know any punishment she dishes out will ultimately lead to your pleasure.

“Yeah? You sure you’re not just running your mouth because you want me to stuff it with something?” she asks as she lifts your thighs and spreads them wide. “Or maybe you’re looking to be put in your place in some other way?” Her lips curl into a devilish smirk.

“As I said earlier, that depends on what you have in mind,” you answer with a mischievous smile to match hers.

Sevika says nothing, merely continues to wear that lopsided grin as she settles between your legs. She leans over you, resting her metal hand against the mattress beside your head, her biological hand holding her hardened cock.

"This what you want?" She husks as she drags the head up through your wet slit. "You want me to fuck you with this?"

Not trusting your own voice as she rubs over your clit, you suck your bottom lip between your teeth and nod your head.

Amused by your sudden loss of words, Sevika chuckles lowly. Though she could easily drag the teasing on- figuratively and literally- she's craving a good fuck just as much as you are.

As she presses the tip just inside your entrance, you let yourself rest completely on your back. She eases in at such a slow speed it borders on torture. And when you try to lift your hips, she moves her hand to your waist to still you.

"I think you know what I'm going to say," Sevika warns.

Be patient.

You push your lower lip out in a pout, but Sevika simply lowers her head to press her lips to it. You wrap your arms around her back, fingers gripping at the muscles there as you pull her chest closer until her soft breasts touch yours. Her tongue traces over where your lips meet. Just as you eagerly grant her entrance, she closes that final distance, fully sheathing herself inside you.

The moan that rises from your chest is caught in your throat as Sevika's tongue plunges inside with the same wild intensity. It swirls around yours, withdrawing another muffled moan as you're struck with the lingering taste of your release.

Hooking your legs around her waist, you try to pull her in further, deeper, until you swear you feel the very tip. Every inch of her presses along your walls. It's sad if she was made just for you.

Sevika groans and pulls back from the kiss just far enough for your lips to barely touch. She gazes down at you with darkened eyes through eyelids heavy with need.

"You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. So tight," she husks, her lips grazing yours with every spoken syllable.

Good god does her praise sound so much sexier in that fiendishly deep voice of hers. It's enough to make your head spin. You close your eyes, wanting to focus on just the sound of her.

"I don't know why I didn't do this sooner," she adds, seemingly more to herself than you.

Ever so slowly, she starts to slide back out, sucking air through her teeth as you clench around her. Once only the tip remains precariously inside, she pauses.

Your toes curl in anticipation, body tensing as you wait for the imminent thrust of her hips. However, when seconds that feel more like an eternity pass without any motion or any sound, you slowly open your eyes.

Sevika stares down at you with wide hungry eyes and a villainous smile, showing off those dangerously sharp teeth.

"Sev-IKA" your whine becomes a startled cry as she snaps her hips and buries herself to the hilt. Her evil chuckle barely registers in the back of your mind through the pleasurable shock to your body.

Not giving you a moment of reprieve, she starts to fuck you at a slow, but steady pace.

Unsure if the speed she's selected is meant to please or tease, you quickly find yourself in need of more. The build-up of that warm, tight feeling is too slow. While she busies herself with licking her way down your jaw and neck, you let your heels drop back to the mattress, digging them in as you attempt to meet her every thrust with two of your own.

Without nearly the level of stamina she possesses- not to mention how your legs ache with each pleasurable drag of her hard cock against your walls- you quickly tire of the effort. And damn this cocky demonic woman currently controlling your future- you can feel her lips curl into an amused smirk from where they press against the swell of a breast. She knows it only makes you yearn for her more.

"Sevika," you whine breathlessly, "please."

"Please what?" Her question is muffled by her mouth skimming across your chest to taste the skin of your other breast.

"Fast-" You're cut off once again- and no doubt just as intentional- when you feel Sevika sink her pointed teeth into the swell of your breast.

"Fuck me!" You cry out, but the pain quickly subsides as she sucks and licks at the tiny marks left in her wake.

Behind your closed lids, you sense something above you. You open your eyes to find Sevika grinning down at you again, her breasts gently swaying over yours as she continues her torturous, yet sweetly slow cadence.

You give her your best puppy-dog eyes, pleading with her to have mercy on you. Then you attempt one more time to bargain with your demonic goddess.

"Please fuck me faster. I'll do anything."

Oh, now that seems to have caught her interest.

Sevika's brow raises in intrigue. "Anything?"

"Anything," you repeat with a nod.

"Deal."

Something tells you that you're likely to regret that later, but the moment she grabs the bottoms of your thighs and pushes them back against your chest, you couldn't care less. You're in for quite the ride.

She doesn't even bother gradually increasing her speed. The moment she gets you where she wants you she plants both hands beside your head and starts pummeling into you.

The sound of her thighs slapping against the back of yours mix with your wanton cries and moans, both of which nearly drown out her wild grunts.

You claw at her back, clinging to her as if your life depended on it. And with how mercilessly she drives that thick cock into your wet heat, it very well might.

Mind reeling from all the heavenly sensations, you nearly miss Sevika's grunted taunt.

"Look how much more well-behaved you are when I'm fucking- your- brains- out." She emphasizes the last four words with a grind of her hips each time she penetrates you, rubbing against your clit and leaving you near gasping as white light flashes behind your lids with each one.

"Still think this is a dream?" She jeers as she continues her onslaught, nearly pushing your body across the bed with the force. "Ever felt this fucking good in your dreams? Ever been so fucking wet?" Once again she adds emphasis, only this time it's with a powerful thrust that has a lewd squelching sound echoing through the dark room.

Just as she thought, you truly are too fucked out now. Her questions go in one ear and right out the other. All your focus is concentrated on gripping Sevika's back while she fucks you hard enough to cause the bed to shake and creak. And oh gods yes, you're quickly approaching that peak again.

"I asked you a question," Sevika growls.

That one you hear, but only because of the abrupt halt to your pleasure when she suddenly pulls out of you completely.

Not even given a chance to protest beyond the startled breathy cry that leaves your throat, you find yourself just as abruptly flipped over onto your hands and knees. Clawed hands- metal and organic- grip your waist as Sevika lines up and then slams back inside you.

From a combination of her sheer force and your weakened state, your front half collapses forward, face smashing against the mattress. You claw desperately at the bedding, trying to find purchase as Sevika continues to rail you from behind.

Between one of her rounds, she brings the palm of her flesh hand down against one of your asscheeks. Her sinister laughter rings through your ears, almost louder than the shriek that leaves your open mouth.

"Where's all that attitude now?"

Gone along with any and all cognitive abilities. Especially when you feel her hand rub soothing circles over your singing flesh. And even more so when she lightly scrapes those claws from the bottom of your spine straight up to the nape of your neck.

Your back arches in reflex to the sweet sensation that she leaves in her wake. Senseless words and curses fall from your slack mouth.

Sevika must be right. This can't possibly be a dream. Not when every part of your body is screaming with pleasure. Not when you feel so completely and delightfully filled by her.

She presses the palm of her hand against the exposed side of your face, pushing your head further into the mattress as she bends over you. She encapsulates you completely with her large body. Her sweat-slick breasts press against the curve of your spine as she fucks you impossibly deeper.

You're close. So fucking close. But you need something more. Just a little-

"Sevika," your voice comes out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper, apparently having been far more vocal than you realize. But thank the gods- or rather your demon girlfriend- she hears you.

She brings her mouth to your ear, her hot breath washing over you with each buck of her hips. "What do you want, kitten?"

"I- I need-" you struggle to form the words, absolutely drowning in pleasure, and she's apparently hell-bent on only making it harder.

She takes your earlobe between her teeth and gently tugs before whispering, "What was that? Use your words."

"More- I need more," you pant. "Please."

She hums against your ear as her tongue teases along the edge of it.

Just when you think you're going to have to beg more, you feel something slide between your sweaty bodies and around your waist.

Her tail.

The tip dips down over your abdomen, and as you realize its destination, you suck in a breath and hold it. All it takes is one slide over your throbbing, swollen clit to send you spiraling.

You sob pathetically as you're overtaken by earth-shattering pleasure for the second time tonight. Every muscle in your body spasms, including those surrounding Sevika's cock.

"Fuck," Sevika grits out through her teeth. "I'm going to cum." Her pace falters for a moment, but she's quick to recover. Lips pressed against your sweaty cheek, she husks, "Do you want me to fill you with my seed?"

Legs trembling, you're only held up by the grip of Sevika's metal hand on your waist as she continues to drive herself inside your soaked cunt. The lewd sound of it is lost on you though, as you just start to drift down from your high. And then her words replay in the back of your head.

Do you want me to fill you with my seed?

"Yes. Please," you whimper.

"Do you want to carry my half-breed spawn?" She huffs, and you can hear her losing steam, feel her hips stutter. She can't hold on much longer.

Dream or reality you don't fucking care anymore. You just want to feel her release inside you. You'd do anything for her, regardless of her being a goddamn demon.

"Please, Sevika."

"Say it."

"Breed me," you cry, overstimulation starting to set in under her continued assault.

That's all it takes. That, and one final deep thrust, then she's burying her face in your neck, groaning as thick cum flows from her cock.

You can feel all of it. It's inhumanly hot and vast, seeping out each time her body jerks. It spills out and down the insides of your thighs, all the way to the bedding at your knees.

After several weak thrusts, she finally stills. Though she doesn't go completely limp, you feel the weight of her press against your back, sweaty skin sticking to more sweaty skin. She moves her hand from the side of your head to rest against the mattress. You both take deep breaths in unison, and it's the only sound in the now otherwise silent abyss.

Sevika slips her arm around your waist when she feels your legs start to give way, finally depleted of all your remaining strength.

"Need to- lie down," you murmur between panting.

Despite having spent the entirety of the night with you being atrociously bratty, Sevika takes pity on you- or perhaps she's equally exhausted- and carefully pulls herself out before gently lying you on your back.

She hovers over you for a moment, straddling your limp body and watching your dazed expression. Several beads of sweat drip down the side of her face, then her neck before disappearing between her cleavage.

The rest becomes a bit of a blur as you drift in and out of conciseness. But you recall her wiping you off, cleaning you of both your fluids. And you remember moments of her kissing each of the marks she left on your skin. The scrapes and dotted cuts from her metal and demonic claws. The bright red indents decorating your skin where she bit you. And the raw skin where her hands or tail gripped and rubbed.

And the last thing you remember is her lying next to you, the tip of her tail gliding up and down the top of one of your thighs. Then she places a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, "You did so well, my love."

Blinking several times, you slowly wake from your deep slumber. As your eyes come into focus in the dimly lit room, you realize you're sitting at your desk. Remembering your earlier escapades, you quickly sit up and glance around.

Your room, from what you can tell from the low glow of the desk lamp, is completely normal. All is as it was- or should be. Looking down at the desk you even find your drawing still sitting there.

So it really was a dream?

"You forgot the pointed tip," Sevika says from behind you.

You yelp, jumping in your seat much like you did earlier- or you thought you did.

"Shit, Sevika. Don't sneak up on me like that," you say groggily.

Wait- What did she just say?

"What pointed tip?" You ask suspiciously.

"On the tail," she whispers against your ear.

The hair on the back of your neck stands up and a shiver runs down your spine.

There's no way-

You peer down at your clothing. You're not in the t-shirt you remember putting on earlier that night. You're in a thin camisole, with a low cut that reveals the tops of your breasts. Including two very obvious rows of bite marks across one of them.

"Oh dear Janna," you murmur in shock.

Sevika tsks from behind you. Her voice drops lower, a familiar eerie echo ringing in your ear as she speaks in a sinister tone. “The only deity I want to hear you pray to is me. And you better start praying, because you promised me you’d do anything."

AN: If you haven't seen it yet, be sure to check out @sevikascrown's delicious fanart of demon Sevika here. 🥰

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Nocturnal Games | Kim Lip

Alternative Title: Forgotten Moments Between Two Liars. It's Complicated AU - It really is.

Warnings/Tags: misfit reader, Jungeun is student council president and popular, reader's best friend is into Jungeun, so it's complicated. Underage clubbing, drinking and smoking (though it would be legal where I'm from). Injuries and mentions of fights, implied driving under the influence, brief mentions of supernatural elements, everything is a mess and reader might not be a good friend.

Premise: What should've been a night out with your friends treads on to some interesting ground when miss student president needs a ride home.

Wordcount: 5.1K Genre: Fluff(?), Angst (?) it's a mixed bag.

Vibes/Songs: Les (Childish Gambino), Right Here (Chase Atlantic), After Dark (Mr. Kitty), What You Need (The Weeknd), Call Out My Name (The Weeknd) and Friends (Chase Atlantic)* *I prefer slowed + reverb for that song in particular.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the dorm."

You hadn't planned to drive, hell you even offered to sober drive instead of Karina…

"You're not taking Karina instead?"

Everything is a mess– Swept in the hailing afterthought of a night out with your friends.

You lost Mingi, found him with Miyeon, a drunken smile plastered on his lips.

Tried hanging out with Seungcheol before he was all over Karina's sister.

That's without even thinking about Ryujin and Hyunji–Your fingers ghost over your brow pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Because I don't want Karina to find out about my bike and I know you can keep a secret."

It's the beleaguered sigh that slowly pulls its way from your lips with a creaking crawl that reminds you, despite it all, that you do trust her.

It's hard to miss the flare of her perfect white teeth as they paint her smirk— or the slight wince that twitches across her busted lip.

It's fresh, vibrant compared to the darkened flecks that orbit her eye and dust against her cheek.

Barely noticeable, hidden against waves of practised skill and brush to everyone except you.

It isn't her usual style, and you can't help but wonder why you know that.

Instinct.

Anger simmers in her eyes and her nostrils flare, "you don't want to check me over and make sure I'm really me like Mateo?"

You've had the distinct luxury (or misfortune?) of clashing blades with sword masters and other entities.

Yet, nothing quite matches the restrained fury or venom that licks at her voice like a barbed knife.

Your best friend's paranoia wasn't entirely unfounded, after all he'd gotten to know the imposter rather… intimately.

Still, now wasn't the time to linger on the past, not underneath the whining hum of fluorescent tube lights awash in a seedy medical clinic.

You throw your hands up, your eyes catching against familiar shoes, "I know it’s you since you still have my shoes."

She’d taken to them like a fish to water compared to her usual heels, that clacked against the ground with the echo of her mother— Who wears heels to a ghost investigation?—

There's an exaggerated flare to the roll of her eyes, a flicker of a tender, cool, cocky smile. “You’re not getting them back you know?"

It's nice to see the sizzle behind her eyes, the unsnuffable flame despite tonight's best efforts.

Sheis getting awfully comfortable though, a familiarity that you can't quite understand, but maybe, just maybe it's because it's been a long night.

Still, you hadn't expected to run into her tonight. Thursday and Friday had been tough days for her - auditioning on next to no sleep and nearly turning into a monster during the attack at the school.

… Man, it's only been a week since you've started this gig.

Your eyes roll like flecks of sand between your fingers, a tired sigh trembles across your lips.

“I know.”

She's eager, that's the only thing you can note as she pounds back drink after drink like the thumping bass line that hangs thick in Zorro's.

Making up for lost time like Karina before her.

You shouldn’t point out how similar they can be, the flash of Crash's eyes kills the idea before it can even leave your tongue.

They mix like oil and water.

It's weird the way you can pick out the notes of alcohol on her breath– even from this distance. The fruity tang of a Wumpa Shake to the smooth glide of a Super Slide.

Again, she's getting way too comfortable knowing that you're the one who has to drive her back to the dorm.

Is this how Karina feels whenever you call her at some god forsaken hour?

… You should be nicer to her.

Though part of you loathes the idea of being alone with her especially in your current state.

Caesar would give you no mercy if something were to transpire between you and his girlfriend.

"You know I could talk to her about it," there's a softness to her otherwise beady eyes, as liquor flows through her lips. There's a dainty elegance to the way her lips purse, her fingers dance across her straw eliciting a soft mixing stir of her drink.

All it was missing was a small umbrella really, though as you notice the collecting pile on the bar… Crash probably gave up on the decorative element.

Still, part of you winces at the way she's able to peek past the curtain of your mind for but the briefest moments.

It was probably best she didn't look too deep.

"Huh?" is all you can manage, a whispered echo despite your best intentions.

She clings tight to your words, able to parse them with a gentle ease even in the eves of overstimulating neon lights and alcohol-induced haze.

Maybe that was just you?

She smiles, the kind that feels reserved just for you, the real you. It's odd to feel vulnerable underneath layers of lies, jokes, countless personas and more lies.

An innumerable legion at this point– It's the only way to keep up with your father.

"She's into you B" That's the real sticking point isn't it? The way your middle initial peels off tongue, the way it scintillates with a knowing edge.

A reminder that she knows you more than you remember.

But you know her too, somehow.

The flicker flames of a smirk is but smoke and mirrors against the solemn glint in her eyes.

"We should get you home, Yeji's probably worried about you."

It doesn't quite click right… At least not straight away, though you could, should blame the poison in your own veins for that one.

Her hazel warmth nestled against your back, her arms wrapped around your waist with an almost desperate tightness.

Though you're probably making that last part up, too much media does rot the brain after all. Still the student council president being into the weird kid is an interesting bit of brain rot.

Yet as you peer down at the familiar leather jacket keeping her warm, it's easy to admit that the delinquent, president trope is a lot better.

If only your best friend was smoother.

Yet it's that very poison that slushes through your skin, dampening the cold edge of the night air that bites against your skin.

You're drunk driving.

Your bike obeys you as you pull over, there’s a steadiness unlike the darkened edges of your vision, as your brain basically stumbles against itself as you park.

Kickstand, that's your first thought held underneath the amber glow of a street light, the only other witness to the crime that is the two of you.

Your feet grit against loose specks of gravel and asphalt.

"What's wrong with you?"

So many, many things. Your fingers fight through your own unfamiliar jacket snatching at an equally unfamiliar vice.

Cigarettes.

It'd be weird to cross that line in front of her– Part of you wants to assume she's a goody two-shoes like her title implies but you know better unlike Mateo.

It's not his fault, he's the new kid.

Even if you didn't, liquor still clings to her breath as she peers up at you with a clocked eyebrow.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Somehow… impossibly so, your voice is softer than you expect, the expletive a mere garnish on top of the sentence.

"What do you mean?" Her head tilts to the side, her eyes soft and glassy against the amber hue of the street light and the soft glow of the moon that barely peeks through it all.

Your finger bounces against your brow as your cigarette rests against your lips. "I'm drunk, Jungeun… Like really drunk-"

And you're worried. Worried for her of all people, worried what her mother would think, it clings and trembles against your breath and down your fingers.

Maybe that was the first crack in your porcelain mask, a persona you don't even remember adopting.

You pull at your lighter and ignite, maybe the smoke can fill the gaps in it all?

It's a disgruntled huff that leaves your lips first, quickly replaced with an intake of cigarette smoke and nicotine, it buzzes and dances against the alcohol in your veins, bouncing with a vibrant easing joy.

A slow release as smoke drifts and sails through the air, you can see why Mateo enjoys it.

Her hands are soft against yours, looping two fingers around your pinky.

"I trust you."

There's something unspoken in the slow drift in her voice, something you can't quite pluck out. It's firm and resolute, familiar like the crest of sunshine against your skin, yet foreign like memories from another life.

It's warm, the fluttering feeling in your chest. She doesn't know better, doesn't know the things you know.

Pure blind faith in you.

After all, how could she know about your bike being some freak science project from one of the sci fi movies your mother loves so much?

There's that glint in her eye, the kind that cuts through the softness with an analytical edge.

"Your driving does seem a bit mechanical though."

Another flared smirk, cocky and daring, pleased with another peak behind the curtains.

You scoff, painting the crisp night air with plumes of smoke.

The moment is gone, if it was ever there.

Forget anything that lingers in your chest, any nestled embers that threaten to ignite against even just a spark, just the idea she has a soft spot for you.

Why would she hangout with you of all people anyway?

You shelter yourself with a cocky smirk, the weapon of choice for your persona of the night, a facsimile of when you used to be popular with some inspiration from how Mateo can seem.

At least on first glance.

"How are you and Mateo?"

There's a flicker in her eye, that's a loaded question and part of you can't help but feel a ripple of joy. Still, you of all people can pick apart the evidence, the slight click of her tongue, the briefest tug of a frown at the corner of her lips.

Yet, you still lie, like you don't know the twisting corridors of her brain intimately.

"I figured he was doing well since you guys looked like you had a decent conversation at Zorro's…” You gesture at the jacket with your stick of cancer. “Hell, you're even wearing his jacket."

It's odd though, the instinctual way you can peel back her persona and all her would be lies.

Even if you don't have proof.

Though, that's what lends credence to the word instinct after all.

There's a roll of her eyes and a pointed swivel.

You fight back the chuckle that buckles against your lips as she almost shrinks into his leather jacket.

"He's… got a lot to make up for."

It's hard to keep up with all the whispering ghosts, the strained emotions that dance through her eyes under the amber flicker of the street light.

But there's one that sticks out the most, as it dances to and fro.

Hurt, it glimmers as moonlight pierces through amber hues. A lake forgotten with time.

"There's only so long before he gives up… Like everyone else." There's a deep breath, it racks against stressed pain like the sharp edge of a knife. "Plus, I told him I have feelings for someone else."

There's a look of recognition as she looks up at you, nestled in layered warmth. It's another crack in your veneer as you fight so desperately to hold the mask tight.

It's a weird dance, to hold a mask as a shield, as your instincts bleed against your mind.

You have no proof, but you know who.

"Surely, he's still willing to put in the effort… Even if the cards are stacked against him."

Still the mask crumbles slowly against the ebb and flow of empathy. He wouldn't be the first to give up at the first sign of difficulty after all, that much even you remember.

Despite everything between the two of you… She deserves the effort.

But he wouldn't, you're sure of it. After all, he still fights tooth and nail against Caesar whenever he's in a mood.

Only the soft after midnight breeze crests the silence between the two of you, liquor clings tights against you with a warm embrace, a magnanimous shield.

It's easy to catch the question on the edge of her lips, still it's hard to tell if it's a sharpened blade or a humble gift.

It's the soft click of her tongue that pulls it back, it's a flared brow that spurs it forward like a rampant beast.

"Figured out who made you chocolate for Valentine's day?"

It's an afterthought compared to your newfound responsibility.

"Nope."

Not definitively at least, more just gut feelings and wishful thinking.

"Not even just a little bit curious?"

It's hard to pick apart her expression as it's dyed under amber hues, a raised eyebrow and a glint of curiosity. Her lips tighten ever so slightly, rolling to one side in a roiling wave.

"Miss Esperanza gave me a list of suspects," there's a flash of intrigue, drawn to the pulse of your gossip.

It's hard to ignore the way you feel the air practically sizzle when she strays close to you, hanging on to your silence, hungry and eager.

If there was one thing that kept Angelview High going it was gossip. Still you couldn't deny the feeling of joy that plucked at the edge of your brain, to coax her with gossip… just to snip it away.

"...But I haven't had the time to look into it, not with the attack that happened yesterday."

There's a flare of annoyance, as her eyebrow twitches, calculating if you were even worth hanging out with before her mind trails off, lost in thought.

There's an odd vacancy in her eyes, like trying to peer through a fog during a stormy night.

"... Yesterday?" Her eyebrows tighten, her voice nothing but a troubled, shivering whisper.

It's cold you realise, you're not drunk enough to ignore that even in the whispering dark as instinct takes hold. It makes it all the much harder to ignore the warmth you feel cresting up your hand and into your chest as you hold her hand in yours.

You take another drag of your cigarette, placing a trinket in her palm; small, in the shape of a bat. It's edgy, vampiric even, a complete tonal clash against the student council, drama club queen you'd grown to know or remember in your case.

But it is hers nonetheless, it's soft, the way the fog dissipates from her eyes, replaced with a soft tender bloom.

Her shoulders loosen, melting away waves of tight tension as she releases a soft sigh.

She's… different in that moment, your mind clings to the word iridescent as if that could truly describe even a semblance of it all.

But it doesn't, it can't after all.

How can one word even articulate the way her smile drifts between the soft moonlight glow and the warmth of nestled amber streetlight.

Her eyes shift from the trinket to you, it's a soft invisible pull as laughter trickles from her lips.

It's weird, but in a good way. The kind of way that makes you smile unconsciously in her presence and part of you wants to hate it.

But it feels natural.

Instinctual.

Real.

Her laughter fades, slumbering into a soft smile - wistful and melancholic as her eyes linger once again on the trinket.

"Man, this is either gonna be really sad or really funny." Her grip tightens against it as if it would turn to sand if she didn't.

It's easy to get lost in her eyes as she returns her gaze to you, gone is the frenetic tension, enveloped in a patient warmth.

A bonfire on a cold night.

"What do you mean?" It's a stupid question, you can feel that. It's a familiar pluck at the back of your brain, still the words leave all the same.

She smiles softly, a tender hug to hold the moment, her eyes linger even as her head tilts to the side.

You don't know why, but it reminds you of sunflowers and yesteryears, crested with the dew of forgotten, child-like promises.

"You know the rules of the game, I…" Her eyebrows knit together. "She won't remember what we talk about, not when you take the trinket back."

And you have to, those are the rules.

There's an unexplainable smoothness to the way she shuffles next to you using your bike as a makeshift bench.

You hate the way you trace every movement, every moment as her eyes drift up towards the moon.

A joke comes to mind, Karina said it best.

"Is this where you tell me, the moon is beautiful isn't it?"

It's warm in those moments, the way she turns back to you a smile, so deep and sincere you can see it in her eyes.

Still it does nothing against the turmoil in your chest, the warmth of the sun suffocating against thick storm clouds.

It's wrong, you remind yourself.

It's wrong to share these intimate quiet moments, to feel the bloom of something more in your chest.

To feel so effortlessly yourself…

To feel safe.

After all, Mateo has expressed his interest in her and you could see it, you really could.

You stoked the flames in his chest, pushed him towards her… Because you believed in him.

Even in spite of those brief moments at the observatory–You gave him the right nudges here and there, your best attempts to keep him on the best track.

Your grip tightens against your cigarette, against the worn leather seat of your bike.

The delinquent and the student council president is a better story. You could imagine the drift of cigarette smoke past his lips slowly twisting through hers.

"Why?" It cuts like a knife through it all, you fight against the bile that threatens your throat.

You take a drag, feign ignorance against the thoughts that cloud your mind, cock an eyebrow.

"Why, what?"

There's a softened, slightly folded frown pressed into the corner of her lips.

"Why would he think it's actually me?"

It's a hard fight, fought tooth and nail, to not join up in arms, to denounce him as another stupid hopefu-

"I think…" Your lips purse, tightening against the little knot of anxiety caught in your throat, finger bouncing against your brow as plumes of smoke drift slowly through the cold crisp air.

"It's not about thinking she was you, but wanting her to be."

You hate the way she gazes at you, takes in every word with those soft moonlit eyes. The way it tightens that knot in your throat with every passing glance.

Still, she scoffs, rolls her eyes at the idea.

"So you're saying you don't like the idea of the bad boy and the goody two shoes?"

It's that glimmer in her eyes that tells you it's all for show, an exaggerated performance just for you, as her arms cross and her eyes roll, a huff at the edge of her lips.

"What makes it so good huh?" Her voice whines like the crinkling of foil, still it plucks the right notes to write the beginnings of a smile on your face.

Try as you might to hide it with another drag of a cigarette. You nearly choke on fumes embattled on the edge of laughter.

"Well," it's hard to articulate against the bubbling bloom in your veins held under her gaze.

Corruption isn't the word you want to use, but it's close enough, the right fuel to ignite a fire.

"It's about rubbing off on each other, really." You offer a scuffed smirk, scraped by the huff of a thought against plumes of smoke. "It's the peak of opposites attract isn't it?"

You hold the cigarette aloft between two fingers, smoke drifts and flows through the night air, hot orange burns against the ashy tip.

A torch by any other name.

"I guess the cigarette signifies the point of no return."

Her head lists to the side peering past the cigarette, it's hard to fight the focus she pulls from you; her soft eyes, entrancing and safe.

Maybe that's what scares you, more than the unknown, more than being wrong.

It's being right.

Again, it's just instinctual.

She holds her hand out, a smile playing against her teeth.

"Pass it here."

It's odd, really it is. The confident ease in which her grip ghosts over your own, the way she plucks the vice away against her own lips.

It's hard to ignore the way your jaw slackens ever so slightly, surprised at her sheer audacity, too used to a dance of lies and shielded personas.

It's irresistible and you hate it—for arguably the millionth time—the way she smiles so genuinely that it reaches her eyes. It's oddly endearing the way she shifts under your gaze, akin to trying different poses in a photo booth.

It's natural the way a smile creeps slowly on to your lips.

There's a cheeky, calculated glint in her eye.

She flashes a smile, taking a slow drag of the cigarette. Plumes of smoke drift past her lips before buffeting you in the face with a focused assault… Or at least it would've been.

She's nothing but sputtering coughs as smoke parts her lips in choked spurts. Her face contorts and twists ever so slightly.

It takes everything in you not to laugh. You're thankful for the diversion, a shield against the lingering glow in your chest or even worse the sinking disgust.

You really shouldn't be entertaining this moment, not with the object of his affection. It takes everything to reel it back, to take back the line cast on it's own whims.

Still it's hard to ignore the devilish spark in your own chest, the one that revels in all the illicit secrecy.

To feel special.

Your palm caresses her back, rubbing against his leather jacket, coaxing out equals waves of sputtering coughs and gut wrenching guilt.

She turns back to you, face scrunched in the disgust you can only feel for yourself, the torch of betrayal lingers in her hands offered back to you.

"That shit is so fucking gross," her beautiful eyes still catch the edges of a disgusted wince.

It shatters guilt like glass, she can't be into you.

Not after that.

Your mask slowly crawls back together, cocky smirk and all.

"It's an acquired taste."

It really isn't; anything to burn the stress and guilt away from your brain. You cock an eyebrow, tilt your head to the side as you take another drag.

You feel the ghost of her lips, the tang of intoxication mixed with sunflowers and the sweetness of… Ring Pops?

Childlike promises.

Plumes of smoke, hover and whisper through the air; a moment to spare.

"You know she's gonna question why she smells like smoke."

There's a glint of teeth, enamoured and fun. Carefree and expeditious, it is certainly welcome compared to her usual tense and stressed nature.

But you're the one who has to pick the pieces.

She tugs at the collar of her jacket, his jacket—blood seeps from your chest at another twist of the knife—she sniffs at it but you already have the answer.

"Right, right."

You can't help the slight frown that presses into your lips, your eyes trace the moon and the stars.

Anything besides the ethereal sight next to you or the bloody twisted crime scene in your chest.

Her thumb runs over the top of your hand, pressed against the seat of your bike.

"Come on, I gotta have some fun in her stead," she smiles that soft gentle smile, the one that articulates the swell of lips with a preening touch.

You relish in her soft touch, you do… Part of you thinks you always have, no matter how foreign and distant the concept.

Equal measures warmth and disgust.

You roll your eyes, play up your role.

"Alright then," another drag, the final one before it's discarded, forgotten into the night. "Make things interesting."

It's that subtle almost knowing click, the kind that registers on an instinctual level.

She smiles with a knowing caress against your hand.

It stings when she pulls away, finger bouncing against her bottom lip as she paces, eyes adrift in thoughts against the moon.

There's a subtle dance to it all.

"What if I told you, you survive in a zombie apocalypse?" Mirth dances in her eyes, as you can't help but latch on to the thought.

Because duh, of you would.

So of course you don't notice the small cursive joy that bounces on her lips when you smile, when pride echoes into your posture.

Nor do you notice the flecks of sadness.

You're too caught in it all, you don't even notice how bone cold your hands are in the fleeting echoes of laughter.

"I'm sure you don't want to spend these moments talking about work of all things."

It's the swell of her cheeks caught at the mercy of her smile that tells you, convinces you of sickly delusions.

She enjoys it, the way you see through her.

She's confident in spite of it, that's what you li—don't entertain the thought, the knife is in your hand after all.

"She's gonna hate this." There's a pause, echoed only by the stir of cars through distant empty streets.

It's a devious hook with only the most intoxicating of bait.

You fall, hook, line and sinker as you push off your bike, caught in her orbit under amber hues.

There's no cigarette smoke to keep you safe, to obfuscate it all.

"She's gonna deny it, she'll lie until she dies but…" She smiles, pure and wholesomely real. The truth, a secret for just the two of you caught in this moment.

After the dust settles.

A secret just for you.

"She's the one who made the chocolates."

The knife in your chest twists and snaps at the behest of your own lies and propaganda,This is all for her, all for some sick joke that she won't even remember come dawn. To give her what she so desperately wants and craves.

Her lips quiver, caught idle in your silence as her words struggle to form.

"Like I said, it'll either be really sad or really funny."

There's crisp sobering solemness to her words, even as you taste the alcohol on her breath.

Still you can pluck out the embers in her eyes, through the gloss of shimmering glass. The nestled warmth of something else.

She smirks, it's barely passable in the waves of turbulent emotion that washes through the air.

A memory comes to mind, firm and sturdy. It's weird to be so close to her, to have her soft gaze focused on you.

It's unlike the moment at the observatory; an earthquake and broken heels cast in dim tunnel lights.

You thought nothing of the subsequent fall or her trapped bated breath underneath you.

It sparks at your brain, threatening to ignite it all. The way her hair fell in lusciously decadent waves against the floor, bathed in ivory light. You still remember those precious moments held locked against her gaze, the flare of surprise that burned across her eyes.

You remember the way her face twisted away from you, spurred by your comment.

After all, who wears heels to an investigation?

Only now do you realise it, the nervous cherry dusting across her cheek in those painted fleeting moments, only now can you trace the beauty—

Don't think about it.

“You know she’s gonna push you towards Karina.”

But it's hard not to, not when you can pick out each individual eyelash that flutters with every blink or the way her breath hitches ever so slightly when you pull away.

For your own sanity… But it's already too late for you, the devilish whispers in your brain echo to and fro with an egotistic cockiness that's intoxicating.

You nearly fish out another cigarette under the stress of it all, but you know the role you have to play… for her sake.

"Is that what you want?"

There's a soft glower to her caught against frayed streetlights. She cocks an eyebrow in spite of it all, "Me?"

Her voice saunters softly through the air, your last chance. To be a good friend, to continue to be a good friend.

No amount of twisted reasoning or lies would amount to anything less than betrayal of the most sickening kind.

Betrayal of the heart.

"Be honest and you might get a prize."

It's hard to ignore the way the power gets to your head, the illicit betrayal, the taboo of it all as you stray close to her. Your fingers play against the pockets of Mateo's jacket.

It's made all the more intoxicating in the bristling cold, the way she shrinks underneath the weight of it all even with all of her confidence she is still just a girl in love.

She feigns it all the same.

"It would be funny."

Still she isn't strong enough, eyes shifting away from yours under suffocating silence.

"Look me in the eye."

A deep breath, a quiver of her lips and a snap of focus. There’s something inherently soft and vulnerable held in the cloisters of her eyes, a shimmering crystalline prison.

"I…" the undeniable shake to her voice makes your heart sink past the bile that builds in your throat.

Your hands pluck at hers, pulling them from their nestled warm burrows, guiding them towards the skin just above the hem of your shirt.

It's instinctual, a gut reaction to her hesitance.

Her touch is warm, yearningly hungry, yearningly desperate. It's a blessing against the cold grip of the night, you almost lean in unconsciously.

Despite the way her breath paints the air with an alcoholic brush, despite the way nicotine buzzes through the caverns in your mind. There's nothing inherently Sensual about the way her grip tightens ever so slightly, the way she bites her lips caught in the throes of the thought.

It's a quiet, reassuring comfort.

There's a resolute strength as she looks up at you, her voice still an uneven shaky quiver.

"You have my heart, always have," she laughs, the brief short kind, where it's almost just an exhale almost like recollecting a forgotten joke. "Ever since we were kids and…"

Her hands twist and scrunch against the cloth of your shirt, peering defiantly up at you, the smallest smile etched into her lips.

"You always will."

You can't help but smile despite the pit in your stomach.

"It's too bad you hate the taste of cigarette smoke."

Her smile blooms deeper, fervently so, plucking at the fragments of confidence forgotten at the wayside.

"I don't think I'll mind this time."

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When The Anxiety Is Too Much

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Anxious!Reader

Summary: On a day when your anxiety is getting to you, Bucky comes to the rescue.

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety. Angst. Fluff. Nickname, buttercup used once.

A/N: Anxiety looks different on everybody, but this is what it feels like to me sometimes. Maybe I’m not the only one, but this was a scenario I created in my silly little brain.

To Bucky, you were sunshine. The second you walked in a room, his day got a little bit better. That's one of the reasons he fell in love with you. Luckily, you had fallen just as hard and were taking the beginning steps at dating. You two had been on about three dates and Bucky was over the moon.

Hey buttercup, wondering if you wanted to get takeout and watch a movie tonight?

Bucky sent the text around 10am, knowing you were awake. He sat with a smile for a few moments and then went into the team meeting scheduled at the time.

Once the meeting had ended, you still had not answered. Which is odd because you usually answered around this time, and you hadn't told him you would be busy. He decided to call. You didn't answer.

He brushed it off. Probably just a miscommunication. His thoughts went wild for one minute thinking of scenarios, but then he took a deep breath and reminded himself you were probably okay.

The entire day he was checking his phone every few minutes to see if you had responded. Then he called about five or more times to see if you were alright. Finally, he decided to check on you.

"(Y/N), it's Bucky."

You opened the door with an anxious look on your face. Like the last thing you wanted to see was Bucky. Bucky scanned your body up and down like it was an ops mission and you came from enemy lines. No blood, no bruises, no clattering from inside the apartment. Normal.

"Hey," Bucky said in a soft tone. His eyes were worried but soft as he smiled at you.

"I'm sorry Buck, it's just- I saw your text, I did. My mind it went into a thousand circles and I couldn't answ-"

You were cut off by your words being muffled by the warmth that was Bucky Barnes embrace. "I'm glad you're okay," he whispered before placing a kiss on your forehead, holding you so tight he was afraid he could hurt you.

You didn't fight back or saying anything, you just reciprocated the hug and shed a few tears on his leather jacket. You forgot how nice it was for someone to care about you like this.

"Can I come in?" Bucky continued his soft tone as he pulled away, which made you feel like a million butterflies were in your stomach.

"Yea, of course," you muttered.

He gave you an assuring soft smile while taking your hand in his and stepping towards the doorframe. He made his entrance and you closed the door behind you. Bucky took a few steps, peeking in your bedroom to make sure there were no intruders.

"You're not in any danger?" He asked in all seriousness. A little line formed in between his eyebrows as he continued his concerned stare.

"I'm safe Buck, really. My mind is what's playing tricks on me."

Bucky took a deep breath and gave you a look that wasn’t pity or sad, it was of understanding. "Do you want to talk about it? We don't have to if you don't-"

"Will you sit with me on the couch?” Your expression was nervous and anxious as you interrupted, like Bucky could walk out the door at any moment if you didn’t say what needed to be said.

Bucky nodded with a soft smile, pacing towards you and grabbing your hand. He lightly tugged you to the couch and led you so that you were sitting on his lap. His left arm protectively wrapped around your waist and the right stayed intertwined with yours.

"I have anxiety," you said matter of factly, with a thin layer of unconfident mixed in. "Sometimes that anxiety makes me push people away, and do things that I usually don't want to do."

Bucky listened intently, his thumb continually brushed lightly against your skin as you spoke timidly. He knew the feeling all too well, he just didn't expect someone so full of sunshine would be able to feel that too.

"Today was pretty bad, I wanted to answer but I got into a spiral and that led to me throwing my phone across the room and not looking at it all day."

"It's okay (Y/N), thank you for telling me," Bucky assured, moving his hand to brush up and down your back.

"There's days where I don't even want to get out of bed," Bucky muttered.

"So, what do I do if today happens again."

"We work on it, but talking to your therapist about this would be a step in the right direction."

"Here," Bucky lightly set you off his lap and stood up. "I want you to lay down."

"Don't get any ideas Barnes," you teased with a smirk.

"Ha ha," he deadpanned and he leaned down to kiss you lightly on the lips before laying down on top of you. Most of his weight was on you, but not enough where you couldn't breath.

"This feels nice," you mumbled as the pressure made your thoughts ten times lighter. Bucky let out a deep chuckled while leaning to grab the television remote.

“How about a movie?” He suggested.

“Perfect,” you hummed while placing your hands in Bucky’s hair to play with the brunette curls.

That’s what you did. The two of you laid together and watched a movie together, which you didn’t expect would be happening only a few hours before. It was nice that someone finally understood you, and that someone could help you through it one step at a time.

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lale-txt · 1 year

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Raffle Prize: [ns.fw] constellations w/ Shanks, Mihawk & afab!reader

a/n: 1st raffle prize for @harudnae ♡ i'm sorry that writing this took me forever but i hope i did your prompt justice, hehe. also i can't believe i finished this on your birthday without knowing it is today, like what are the odds?! HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again! Nae asked for a scenario where reader is a Red Hair pirate head over heels in love with Shanks, paying Mihawk a visit so Shanks can introduce his lovers to each other. What happens from there? Steamy kisses and unhinged lust, and a whole lot more...

contains: ns.fw. under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, "cunt" and "pussy" to describe genitalia), established (poly) relationship, fingering, dirty talk, oral (reader giving & receiving), masturbation (+ being watched), cockwarming, vaginal penetration, breath play, threesome, marking (as in lovebites and such, not in a possessive way), some spanking, slight anal play, cream pies (no mention of pregnancy), if i missed anything please lmk!

word count: 5.3k

“Hey, come back to bed…”

Shanks’ morning voice is low and raspy, and if that wasn’t enough to make you weak in the knees, the way he stretches out in bed like a big cat certainly does. The rumpled blanket revealed more of his toned body than it covered up, and even in the dim morning light you could clearly tell that his eyes lingered on you, a gaze so intense you can’t help but obey his words. The mattress dips when you sit down to brush some red strands of hair out of his face; all before Shanks takes your hand and kisses the palm of it, continuing to trail kisses up your arm until you fall over with a giggle and lay down across his broad chest.

“Good morning…”, you mumble in the crook of his neck, then prop yourself up so you can reach his lips, his beard stubbles scratching over your skin. Shanks hums in response and pulls you even closer until you’re straddling him and only a thin sheet of linen is between you. You roll your hips a little and his hand squeezes your thigh, his thumb rubbing the inside of it, cheekily wandering up towards your core. The motion makes you shiver slightly and you rest your palms on the sides of his waist, looking down at him with a smirk. It was a delicious sight underneath you, from the messy hair to the heaving chest, his breaths deep and slow.

You sigh and close your eyes when his thumb brushes over your panties, circling your sensitive bundle of nerves. Even barely awake he has this alluring charm, one that makes it impossible to resist when he teases you like that; leaving you hopeless and weak for his touch, your whole body leaning into it. Shanks pulls your panties aside and lets his fingers run between your folds, smirking from the way you buck your hips against him, desperate for more friction.

“So early in the morning and so wet already… can’t wait for tonight, hm?” – “Mhm… I was picking out what to wear before you lured me back to bed with you. It’s not like–”

Shanks slides two fingers inside of you and curls them up, hitting your sweet spot, and you swallow the rest of your sentence with a moan. He knows your body inside out, knowing exactly how to spark that fire inside of you. Your fingers dig deep in his flesh, desperate for something to hold onto while he glides in and out of you, his thumb still playing with your clit.

“Mmhmm… more, please…”, you mewl and this time it’s Shanks who obeys, adding a third finger and a fourth shortly afterwards, until the slick noises of your arousal fill the cabin. Your juices run down his wrist and it doesn’t take long until you feel that knot in your core tightening, edging on your high under the loving gaze of your captain. His lips are curled into a roguish smile as your walls twitch around his fingers.

“Cum for me, beautiful…”

You let out one desperate sob as your orgasm crushes over you, leaving you shaking and whimpering as you cum on top of him. Needy mewls leave Shanks unimpressed when he pulls out his fingers, making you clench around nothing, yet he is quick to wrap an arm around you when you slump down, exhausted from the unexpected morning exercise. With your cunt still throbbing you let him lay you down on the mattress next to him, your back pressed against his torso in a spooning position. You love feeling him this close, your bodies curving into each other effortlessly as if they were sculptured for each other.

Your heart is still hammering in your chest, only slowing down once Shanks kisses the side of your neck and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. His throbbing cock rubs deliciously against your cunt but the more you whine and beg him to fill you up, the tighter he wraps his arm around you, holding you in place with no room to wiggle out of his grip.

“Shh… stop squirming, love. I’ll fill you up to the brim, just relax, sweet thing…”

His kisses taste like honey, and once your body lets go of all the tension it holds, you melt deeper into his embrace. Shanks smiles against your lips and reaches for his cock, rubbing the tip against your slick folds, making you sigh wistfully. Only when he lines himself up at your entrance and grabs you by your hips to push you down onto him, sinking his teeth playfully in your shoulder, you let out an airy laugh. Nothing felt better than being full of him, feeling him this close, an intimacy only two lovers who know each other inside out can hold.

Shanks doesn’t move, just holds you in place while your walls clench around his length. He groans against your earshell, arm wrapped tight around you, enjoying the warmth of your cunt, lifting his morning spirit more than anything. Today was a big day and there was no better start to this than having his cock warmed by his lover while all sails were set to meet his other partner, one that chooses solitude over anything but agreed to a meeting when Shanks suggested it.

Once your heart rate slows down, Shanks starts to roll his hips lazily, fucking you deep and slow as he whispers sweet praise in your ear that make you melt. He cums with a soft groan, buried deep inside of you while he still holds you in place, not ready to give up the heat of your twitching core yet. Only when you push his hand further down between your thighs, showing him how you want him to touch you, he smirks and for once does as you wish without any further teasing; enjoying how you mewl and cum once more with your whole body trembling before you relax in his embrace again. He kisses the back of your neck and you can feel him smiling against your skin.

“A hot bath and breakfast afterwards?” You nod and hold still when he pulls out, his warm load running down the curve of your ass. Just when you were about to get cozy in the sheets again, your body fully relaxed, Shanks gets up and throws you over his shoulder with ease, carrying you to the bathroom under your huffed out protests and laughter, calming down once you sink into the bubble bath with your long-time partner.

“You’re not nervous about tonight, aren’t you?” Shanks kisses your shoulders in response to your question before he rests his chin on them, his beard stubbles scratching over your skin when he speaks. “Not at all. My lovers, meeting? I’ve been looking forward to this. Mihawk does, too. He’s been getting frustrated with me when I couldn’t tell him what your favorite brand of red wine is. Apparently ‘old and delicious, like you and me’ wasn’t a satisfying answer. I bet he’ll give you a tour through the wine cellar so you can pick out one yourself.”

He laughs and you join him, resting your head against his broad chest as you sink deeper into the warm water. Shanks always knew how to wipe away your doubts before they could arise, his carefree nature rubbing off on you. You are really excited about tonight, always have been ever since Shanks proposed the idea to you. So far you’ve only known Mihawk from his bounty poster and the stories Shanks told you; you know the two go way back and have always been in each other’s lives. That’s something you always admired, the bond and the trust those two have, a love that will without doubt last a lifetime.

Back then when you joined the crew you wouldn’t have expected to fall for your captain, but it was inevitable from the moment he called out your name for the first time, drawing you to him like a moth to the light. Shanks had so much love to give and you devoured it, offering him your heart that he took so willingly. Tonight will be the first time you meet his other partner, and your heart couldn’t flutter any faster in your chest from the thought of it. Only a few more hours until your curiosity will be satisfied…

“Well, someone is taking the goth theme very seriously…”

Shanks laughs and takes your hand as you make your way towards the big castle. You arrived at Kuraigana Island a few minutes prior and now that you are here, you feel a lot calmer. Sure, the island seemed gloomy at first sight, but then you noticed the flowers blooming everywhere, big dark blossoms that smelled heavenly. It was obvious that someone took care of this island and made it a home. You squeeze Shanks’ hand a little and he does the same in return, reassuring you that everything’s fine. From the way he grins as you walk up the stairs to the front door you can tell that he is overjoyed and you feel happy for him.

Just when you’re about to knock, the massive door creaks open. You hold your breath when a dark silhouette appears in the doorframe, a pair of golden eyes flashing before he takes a step forward into the light. An open white shirt with a ruffled neck, revealing more than it hides, long legs in tight black pants and heavy boots. Dark hair and beard framing his sharp features. And those hands…

Mihawk’s presence makes your whole body tingle.

You let go of Shanks’ hand so he can greet his lover, but Mihawk’s attention is all yours as he takes you in with those intense eyes. You can’t look away, mesmerized by him, and you hold your breath when he turns towards you, reaching for your hand to place a kiss on the back of it. Your skin is on fire where his lips touched you and you try to remember your own name while he still holds your hand in his, giving you a faint smile.

“Finally we meet.”

His voice. Fuck.

“Thanks for having us. I’ve been looking forward to this…”, you stammer while your whole body feels electrified. Shanks laughs when he notices the excitement in your eyes and how you try to maintain eye contact when all you want is to glance at those glossy lips and the torso that looks like it’s made from marble. He smells great, too, making you feel dizzy. Before you can embarrass yourself, Shanks tilts Mihawk’s head to the side, stealing that long-awaited kiss from his lips and giving you a moment to breathe… if only the sight of the two men in love wouldn’t set your insides on fire.

Following him inside, Mihawk guides you through long dimly lit hallways to the living room (after a small detour to the wine cellar, as predicted). To your surprise the room is warm and welcoming with the sound of wood crackling in the lit fireplace and its heavy carpets and massive wooden furniture. A bouquet of the same flowers you saw on your way here is in a vase on the table, a stack of books next to it – some cheesy romance novels that look as if Mihawk posed for the cover himself. You sink down on the sofa next to Shanks, his hand resting on your thigh, while Mihawk opens a bottle of wine. The two men chat, catching up on things with some little banter in between, Shanks always teasing a little while Mihawk is very unfazed by it, only shutting him up with a kiss once the red head’s tongue gets too cheeky.

You can’t help but stare, captivated by the way they touch each other, small gestures but yet so warm. Shanks’ face is cradled in Mihawk’s hand as his thumb traces his cheek bone, long eyelashes fluttering moments before their lips touch, the stolen glances over to you, smirking, inviting you to scoot closer. Shanks hums softly when he turns his head, his dark eyes seeking your gaze before he kisses you. You can still taste Mihawk on his lips and you demand more, leaning in closer, your heart beating fast. Without having a single sip of wine you feel drunk somehow.

The sofa dips when Mihawk sits down next to you, his sharp eyes taking you in with curiosity, a smile dancing upon his lips. It was a big couch and yet the three of you sit so close together that everyone’s body is touching the other. Shanks still has his hand on your thigh, Mihawk’s resting on top of it. Shanks’ body is leaning towards you which allows you to rest your back slightly against his chest, while Mihawk sits with his long legs crossed, leaning towards you both, your shoulders touching every time one of you gestures while talking or reaching for the wine. It feels natural, as if you’ve been hanging out together like that since forever. The wine loosens your tongues and your talks get more intimate, with Shanks and Mihawk spilling dirty secrets about each other that make heat rise into your cheeks. You feel very safe and cared for in the presence of both men, both making sure to ask you some questions about yourself and refilling your wine glass whenever it’s almost empty.

“Nature calls.” Shanks kisses your cheek, then leans over to kiss Mihawk’s as well before he gets up and excuses himself, winking at you and grinning wide before he’s out the door, leaving you alone with the swordsman. For a few moments there’s silence, the comfortable kind you can have with someone whose soul touched yours. His hand hasn’t moved, still lingering on your thigh and you wonder if he can feel the heat that’s buzzing through your veins.

“So putting up with a menace like him daily… how’s that? I invite him over once in a blue moon and even though I love him dearly, he can be a lot.”

Mihawk runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up a little and you wish that was you. He offers you a lopsided smile, that cold exterior of his crumbling a little. You run your fingertips over his bare lower arm, heart beating fast when he squeezes your thigh a little.

“Well, it helps that he’s really sexy”, you deadpan and break into a grin a heartbeat later. “And he’s skilled with that loose tongue. Really making up for that missing arm.”

“Oh, I know that…” Mihawk laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound, making every fiber of your body tingle. Knowing your metamour is relaxed and comfortable in your presence feels like a gift, and that hand resting on your thigh has you wishing he’d let it wander up further…

You scoot a little closer. So does Mihawk.

It only takes one glance at his mouth and he knows; tilting your head to the side before he leans down to steal a kiss from your lips. Soft, gentle. In no rush. You sigh when he pulls away slightly, enough to seek your gaze through long lashes. Those golden eyes see right through you, they mesmerize you and you wonder how it would feel to have them watch you as you get on your knees and open your mouth so willingly for not one but two men, guided by their hands and the aching desire in your core.

With a hand in Mihawk’s neck you pull him back onto your lips again, moaning softly when his tongue slips between them. Your head is spinning and for a second the thought if you should really be doing this crosses your mind; then you remember the mischievous twinkle in Shanks’ eyes and how he’s been gone for much longer than he needed to, probably sitting in the kitchen and having a bottle of booze by himself while he’s chuckling to himself how things are going just as planned. Mihawk seems to have the exact same thoughts as you because you both start laughing when the realization hits you.

“That idiot. If I find out later that he ate the whole block of cheese I got from the farmer’s market all by himself, I’m giving him the spanking of his life.” “Doesn’t sound too bad though…” Mihawk raises a curious eyebrow and traces the shape of your lips with his thumb, smirking when you part them for him so willingly. “Show me what else you like.”

You bite his thumb gently until he slides two more fingers inside your mouth and your tongue starts twirling around them, showing him how good you can suck; then you take his hand and guide it further down your throat. He doesn’t choke you yet, but you still shiver in excitement from the feeling of his big hand wrapped around your neck alone, all while his other hand on your thigh starts reaching new heights, now being dangerously close to the damp spot in your pants.

“Forgive me if I’m moving too fast, it’s just…” Mihawk leans down to kiss you again. “I could get drunk on those lips of yours. Sweeter than wine…”

A heartbeat later and you’re lying flat on your back, Mihawk pinning you down while you have your legs wrapped around his hips, his throbbing erection pressing so deliciously against your core. You don’t hold back your moans anymore, mewling and whining underneath him as he kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of his marks. His breath is hot and heavy on your skin and makes you blank, pure lust taking over. You hear yourself crying out for Shanks but it’s like a faint echo, blood rushing through your veins, tingling with desire. The last button holding Mihawk’s shirt together flies off and white linen falls to the floor with a soft thud, followed by your shirt. His skin on yours feels like a wildfire and you’re melting into his touch, arching your back for him.

“My, my… you guys started without me. Guess you couldn’t wait any longer…”

A hand reaches for yours and through your hazy vision you make out Shanks’ silhouette, crouching down next to the couch, watching you with a big smirk. You tilt your head to kiss his fingertips before he leans over to steal a kiss from your lips and Mihawk’s after that, a thin thread of drool connecting them as he pulls back.

“Want to show Mihawk how good you are, sweet thing?” Shanks’ mischievous eyes linger on you. You look up to the swordsman and nod; his gaze softening before he trails kisses down your neck again, mumbling his gratitude against your skin. While you untangle each other Shanks gets on the couch with you, sitting down with his legs spread so you can sit between them, your back leaning against his chest. He kisses the top of your head and your shoulders softly while Mihawk helps you out of your pants. You can feel Shanks cock pressing against your lower back and bite your lip when Mihawk leans back at the opposite end of the sofa, the throbbing bulge in his pants on full display.

“Touch yourself.”

You do as Mihawk says. Rubbing over the drenched fabric in slow circles, trembling from the two pairs of eyes lingering on you. Shanks is breathing heavily against your ear shell, his arm wrapped tight around you. You have your legs hooked over his, spread wide open for Mihawk whose eyes don’t move away from you, taking in all of your movements. You slide your hand in your panties and dip into your wetness, fingering yourself, wishing it was one of their cocks filling you up. You wonder if you could take them both and feel your core twitching from the thought of it.

"That's good. Let's see the rest, hm?" Shanks’ voice is low and raspy and you obey, dropping down your panties and revealing the dripping mess you made of yourself. Only when you want to settle back in your position, Shanks pulls down his pants just enough to free his throbbing cock, precum leaking from the tip. He sinks you down onto him in one go and you gasp from the sensation of it, your walls clenching around him. He doesn’t move, only holds you firmly in place as you tremble in his embrace. Someone can’t get enough of cockwarming.

Now Mihawk is the one to move, getting up from his end of the couch to settle down between your spread legs, his face only a few inches away from your cunt that’s currently stuffed to the fullest. Your quiet whimpers don’t go by unnoticed.

“Look how good you take him. You want to cum so desperately, don’t you, darling?”

You nod, tears twinkling in the corner of your eyes as you look down at Mihawk, trying to buck your hips but being held back by Shanks’ grasp around you. He chuckles softly and still doesn’t move, just enjoying the feeling of your insides fluttering around his cock. Mihawk’s hands rest on the insides of your thighs, fingers digging deep into your flesh before he finally goes down on you.

Restrained by the ridiculous strength of both men there’s not much you can do except moaning your heart out while you cream around Shank’s cock as Mihawk caresses your puffy clit with his tongue. Fuck, he’s good. He is gentle, observing the way you squirm to see what movement of his tongue you enjoy the most. Your eyes go crisscrossed from the intensity of it, and it doesn’t take long until you beg them both to cum, pleading eyes seeking theirs while they exchange a look, no words needed between them.

“Then cum for us, sweet thing…”

The low voice, dripping like honey, is enough to push you over the edge; that knot inside of you finally snapping as waves of pleasure crash over you, making your whole body shiver. You cry and laugh at the same time, emotions bubbling up and fading again in the rhythm of your heart beating, feeling grateful for this experience in the safety of their presence. Shanks pulls out slowly and whispers sweet praise in your ear, kissing away the tears in the corner of your eyes. You mewl as your cunt clenches around nothing and just when you want to reach for Mihawk’s face, wanting to pull him up to your lips, you notice that his mouth is already busy again, taking Shanks down his throat.

You watch him through your spread legs while Shanks still holds you in place, your juices running down the insides of your thighs. Mihawk licks them up greedily before he swallows his partner’s cock again. Shanks groans, his whole chest vibrating as he hugs you tighter, almost as if he needs something to hold onto while Mihawk wrecks his whole body with pleasure. You can tell that he’s close to cumming from the way his breath stumbles, stuttering out both of your names; meanwhile your fingers are tangled in Mihawk’s hair, gently guiding him up and down on your lover’s cock, watching as his lips wrap around it, golden glimpses peeking up to in between.

“Gonna cum… gonna… hng…”

Not a single drop of Shanks’ thick load is wasted as Mihawk makes sure to swallow all of it, licking up every bit before he comes up to your face, leaning in for a kiss to give you a good taste of it.

“I wanna taste you, too…”, you sigh and cradle his face, fingers tracing the sharp beard of his as you lick your captain’s cum off his lips. Shanks is breathing heavily as he comes down from his high, his hand still resting on your lower stomach, brushing that soft bush of yours. Just when you want to shift in your position, a pair of fingers run up and down your folds, coating them in your juices, making you tremble. You seek Mihawk’s gaze, drowning in lust as you arch your back, seeking more friction before two of his fingers glide inside of you, fucking you slowly.

“Oh, fuck…” Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you know you wouldn’t last long from the way he curls up his fingers, rubbing that one sweet spot inside that has you seeing stars. You mewl and cry, your head resting against Shanks’ chest who chuckles softly, ecstatic seeing his lovers getting along so well. Mihawk adds a third finger and ghosts his thumb around your clit, not touching it directly but enough to have you begging for his cock, knowing fingers alone won’t leave you satisfied.

“Think you can take me, love? Look at you, your pretty little cunt sucking me in like that… Want me to fuck you so badly, hm? Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up…” Mihawk’s intense eyes pierce right through you and have that knot in your core tightening again, your walls fluttering around his fingers. You can barely form any words, just nod weakly as you’re folded between the two men. “Shit, Hawkeyes, you make me wanna get on my knees, too”, Shanks coos, then kisses the side of your neck before he whispers into your ear. “We can stop anytime if it gets too much, okay?” You nod again and whine when Mihawk pulls out his fingers, only to unzip his leather pants to finally free his throbbing cock. Your eyes follow the happy trail leading towards dark trimmed hair, framing his length so perfectly. How he could hold himself back the whole time while he made both you and Shanks cum with such ease… you shiver in excitement.

You kiss, greedy mouths demanding your attention, lips trailing all over your skin, making you part your legs so willingly. It is hard to tell which hand belongs to who anymore, whose kisses leave small marks all over your body and whose fingers slip into all of your holes; just a big kaleidoscope of lust and pleasure as you radiate around each other.

Mihawk pushes Shanks down on his back and then flips you around with ease, his strong hands manhandling you as if you weigh nothing. You find yourself on top of Shanks, propping yourself up with your hands on his chest while you arch your back for Mihawk who is kissing down your spine, one hand between your thighs.

“Mhm… so wet for us, such a sweet mess…”

Shanks pulls you down to his lips, muffling your sweet moans when you feel Mihawk’s tip between your folds, coating himself in your juices. Your view is hazy but you can still see the desire in Shanks’ eyes, his whole chest vibrating from the excitement of you about to get fucked on top of him by his partner. You grin and reach for his hand in the back of your neck, guiding him where you want to feel him. His fingers tighten around your throat, not enough yet to deprive you from air but enough to make the knot in your core tighten, your pussy fluttering around nothing.

Until Mihawk’s sinks into you slowly, stretching you out so deliciously.

He is big and for a second you think he won’t fit, but he takes his time, helping you get used to his girth by teasing your puffy clit gently and placing kisses on your shoulders, mumbling how well you take him. And then he’s all the way inside of you, making you feel so full of him. You’re melting under his touch, whimpering out the names of both men when Mihawk starts thrusting into you, his fingers digging in the flesh of your hips where they’ll leave red marks the next morning, blemishes of pure lust.

Shanks kisses you with his hand still around your throat, mumbling out praise for how good you are for both of them; his raspy voice sending warm shivers down your spine, puddling between your thighs. Mihawk makes you feel you so good, hitting your sweet spots with every deep thrust of his, making your eyes roll in the back of your head every time he’s all the way inside of you. You feel yourself rocking towards your own high once more; deprived of air and fucked silly you can feel the waves crawling up your spine.

“You’re doing so well, you feel incredible”, Mihawk sighs and gives your ass a small spank, only to soothe the pain with his big palm immediately afterwards and you mewl, begging for more every time you gasp for breath.

“More, more… please…” You cry and laugh at the same time when the hand hits your ass again, your cunt fluttering around Mihawk’s cock as you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. “Please, I’ll be good… I want you both inside, please… just–”

You moan and whimper when a thumb brushes your puckered hole, drawing circles around it. Just the promise of it is enough to have you trembling, knowing this night will be one for all three of you to remember. Mihawk leans down to you, whispering close in your ear as he’s filling you up to the brim, his thumb just about to pass that first ring of muscles.

“Let us hear those pretty little moans, will you? We’ll fill you up soon, darling… so good for us…”

Wrecked with pleasure, the low voice is enough to push you over the edge. Waves crash upon you as you come undone, your mind blanking as all you can see are stars, dancing in front of your eyes when Shanks pulls you into a deep kiss and Mihawk thrusts a few more times in a broken rhythm before he also cums deep inside. His hot white load mixes so delicately with your juices as his hips just won’t stop moving, all riled up by the way you still cum around his cock, only coming down slowly from your high. You gasp for air when Shanks finally lets go of your throat, his hand cradling your face now as he mumbles sweet praise against your lips. You let out an airy laugh and slump down on his chest, dizzy from your orgasm in a way you've never experienced it before.

Mihawk pulls out slowly, admiring the mess he made of you before he lays down besides Shanks and you, kissing both of you gently. The hearts of the three of you beat in unison, no words needed to describe the immense fondness you all held for each other; new bonds tightening and old ones blooming, held together by love and warm arms embracing each other. You have a feeling this won’t be your last visit on Kuraigana Island…

Shanks rolls over to his side, holding you firmly in place with an arm around your waist as he drapes you in the middle of the two men, Mihawk nestling against you from behind. The heat coming from both their bodies is incredible, skin on skin sticking to each other through thin sheens of sweat. You smile softly and let them kiss you everywhere, melting into their touch with your cunt still dripping, curious hands wandering all over your body. Not long and you can feel the excitement rising between the three of you again, your breath getting hot and heavy again. Shanks slips a hand between your thighs, stuffing the leaking cum of his lover back inside of you while Mihawk holds your leg up with a firm grip, exposing the hot mess of yours.

“What do you think, Hawkeyes? Wanna hear how loud this little one can get, hm?”

#shanks x reader #mihawk x reader #one piece x reader #red haired shanks #dracule mihawk #one piece x you #one piece smut #one piece reader insert #one piece scenario #lale's anniversary raffle

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heeberry · 2 years

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Wong Kahei | Sealed Lips

Request: I can definitely imagine a #19 fluffy scenario with vivi!

Prompt: “your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?”

Gender Neutral Reader!

A/n: apologies for it being somewhat short but yass first vivi fic !

“Sorry I took so long the line was longer than I expected it to be” you smile apologetically toward your girlfriend, handing her a cup of hot chocolate.

Kahei hummed, the shivers down her spine dying down when she held the cup with both hands, feeling the warmth of the cup travel through her body. She thanks you before taking a sip.

You lean back in the bench, taking in the white scenery around you. It was one of the coldest weathers you had dealt with. The wind caused goosebumps to appear over your body, teeth clenched hard and eyes squinting when the cold hit your face. You began rubbing your palms against your thighs in hopes of the friction to bring warmth to your frozen in place legs while you watch Kahei finish her drink.

Silence filled the air between the two of you, enjoying the background noise of children throwing snowballs at each other, screaming when the built up ice ball hits their backs.

Kahei turned to face you practically shivering, your cheeks rosy red and nose runny. Your breath was shallow, desperate to find contact of warmth but failing to do so.

She slightly giggled at your lips quivering, “y/n? your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you?”

You smile and nod rapidly in reply as Kahei sets her cup behind her, cupping your cheeks. You pucker your lips when she leans in to kiss you, the warmth of her lips after drinking the steamy hot chocolate transferring to your lips as the two of you moved in sync.

Your hands snake around your waist to pull her closer, bodies flushed against each other.

Though the moment didn’t last long, Kahei pulled away but you kept your hands where they were, “feeling any warmer?”

You shook your head with a small frown making her eyebrows crease in confusion, “how come?”

“You pulled away” you say, “maybe if you kiss me longer I’ll feel more warmer.”

Her eyebrows rest, blushing slightly at your somewhat of a request to kiss you again. She cupped your face once more, taking in all your features and pecked your lips before actually latching her lips onto your own again.

Your lips linger onto hers a little while longer before pulling away once more.

“Definitely feeling a lot warmer now.”

#loona imagines #loona #loona scenarios #kpop #kpop gg #kpop imagines #loonawork #loona 1/3 #loona drabble #loona odd eye circle #loona yyxy #Vivi #vivi loona #Vivi imagines #wong kahei #kpop fluff #gg imagines

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loonamblr · 2 years

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Softly

Loona Kim Lip x female reader

story of a girl who really really likes Kim Lip

author’s note: Hello! This might be an impulsive post from me but this work has been sitting on my drafts for a year now. I hope you guys like it. Sorry for the errors

warnings: mentions of panic and cursing.

You are playing an online computer game with Hyeju when Gowon and their other friends came to their house.

"Hyeju, I'm gonna smoke the mid window and going towards the connector." You said to her via discord. "Aight! Someone is in b short. Take care, I don't have any smokes left." She answered back.

You heard shootings on the Mid part of the map, "Unnie, I died." Hyeju bluntly said. You shake your head because you and your other teammate are the only players alive on your team.

"Can you tell me where's the last enemy?..Hyeju?" You said staying focused on the game while waiting for the younger girl to answer. "Well, idk, I forgot. You can do it." She cheered you fast before she muted her mic.

You mentally facepalmed and a deep sigh escaped from your mouth.

You hide behind the boxes while waiting for the enemy to plant the bomb. Your teammate told you that the enemy is going in his direction, so you get out to your position to help him and kill the opponent.

You won the game. The monitor flashes the game's loadout. "Hey, Hyeju! Are you up for another game?" You asked her not even sure if she's still on the server.

"Well... I think tomorrow's the next game! Hyunjin unnie has something to tell you, wait..let me call her. Hyunjin unniee!!!"

The ability of this girl to shout amaze you every time. "Yah! Y/n, do you have something to do today??" A furry asked you using her sister's mic.

"Not really. Why?" You answer as you exit the game. "Come here. Let's watch some movies and eat pizza."

She said trying to suppress her chuckle. Your left eyebrow lifts, sensing that she has a plan "Stop holding your chuckles, Hyunjin. What are you planning?".

The girl finally let out her chuckle, "It's nothing, Hyeju just said something.". "If Hyeju said something that made you chuckle then it's not nothing, lmao" you reasoned out.

"Shut tf up, just come here you little." She said. "Excuse me, I'm taller than you." You said and immediately disconnected to the discord server's channel and shut down your computer. You checked your watch and saw it's already quarter to 6 in the evening.

You simply wear a brown knitted sweater, white pants and a pair of converse. You hop onto your motorbike and drove to their house. You often go there to watch movies or sometimes to play with their dogs and cats.

You became close to them since you went to the same soccer academy where Hyunjin is also enrolled and met her there. Since then, you two are on the same soccer team from high school to college. And your parents and her's became close friends.

Even you are friends with her and her sisters, they still have their own group of friends and you have yours, hence, you know and are close to some of them because they were your classmates before, while the others were your club mates.

When they go to Hyunjin's house, they often invited you but you always decline. Because there's a certain blonde that makes you red as a tomato, even she's just sitting there, breathing.

Hyunjin is aware of that and teases you whenever she can.

You parked your motorbike outside their house and press their doorbell while you're removing your helmet. You fix your hair, looking at their tall grey gate waiting for someone to open it.

You're about to message Hyunjin but the gate suddenly opened. Flashing your sweetest smile to the girl who's brighter than the sun "Oh Y/n Unnie is here!" Yerim shouted and got Hyunjin's attention through the opened main door. The jolly girl welcomed you and went inside.

You entered the gate and midway towards the door, you recognized the cars in their parking area. You turned your heel, half running to the gate but Hyunjin is faster and grabbed you from behind.

"Wtf! Put me down you fcking furry!" You shout but trying not to be that loud and mentally asking Yerim for some help. Punching her arms with your right fist because the other hand has your helmet, but her grip on you is so firm and super tight that you almost can't breathe, she slowly drags you.

She's hardly laughing because her plan work. She already knows that you will turn down her invitation if you know her friends, especially Jungeun is also in their house, so she planned this all.

Heejin, who's looking for Hyunjin, went outside to see her girlfriend who's laughing her ass out while holding you tightly. She called the two of you. You almost thanked god because he spare you some help but you were wrong.

"Heejin, help me. This furry won't let go of me. I can't even breathe." You felt Hyunjin loosen up the grip a little bit and you see this as a chance but then she grasps you again, this time more firmly. She brings you and walks towards the door. "Ouch!" you mumbled.

"Yah! Hyunjin! Stop dragging. You're hurting her, bring her down." The bunny scolded her partner who listened to her but still chuckled. "Can you stop laughing for a second? I'm dying here, mentally and physically." You whispered.

Thinking that you'll be in the same house with Jungeun will be the death of you. You tried to escape once again while pretending to fix your sweater and hair but Hyunjin is smiling and already blocked the gate using her body. Heejin laughed at her girlfriend's antics. She also knew about your crush on Jungeun and already set her mind to join Hyunjin in teasing you.

You look up to the sky, sighing in defeat. "Go inside, Y/N. If you try to escape again, I will call Hyeju to throw you on Jungeun Unnie."

Your friend smiles sheepishly. You shook your head and throw your helmet to her, who catches it in time. "Open the gates. I'll park my motor here. My baby is in danger if I let it outside your house." You said accepting the defeat.

"But your baby is inside, sitting on our couch." She teased you and her girlfriend clapping while silently laughing. You shook your head for the second time, thinking how crazy these two were. You raise your middle finger to Hyunjin, who's obviously laughing again being proud of herself.

She opened the gates and you drive your motor inside and parked it.

play it cool. Don't make something embarrassing.

cheering yourself silently.

Heejin opens the door and Hyunjin is the first one to enter the house. "Y/n is here, everyone!" She excitedly announced.

You always remind yourself to keep calm and don't panic, as if a disaster is happening.

You greeted Yerim, who's alone in the living room, "Hello again".

The couple you are with earlier, are now sitting on the couch creating their own world. Yerim patted the space next to her while holding some snacks, gesturing you to sit beside her. Noticing the others are missing in the living room, you're about to ask Yerim when a little frog hops onto you, "Unnie!".

You rub her back chuckling while she's hugging and sitting on your lap "Yeojinnie!". "It's been a long time, unnie" she said enthusiastically."Yeojin, I saw you last Wednesday at our practice." you shake your head to the kid. "Well, 3 days is a long time for me." her nose scrunched up and you can't help but pinch her cheeks.

"How's college for you little frog?". You asked her and she answered with a deep sigh, "Next question please."

Yeojin is in her 1st year of college so she's still adjusting herself. "Where's Hyeju and the others btw?".

"Hyeju and Chaewon unnie are getting their Nintendo switch upstairs. They said they want to play Mario Kart with other unnies. And as for them, Haseul unnie, Vivi unnie, Kim lip unnie and Sooyoung unnie are in the kitchen. The two other unnies, Jinsoul unnie, and Chuu unnie haven't arrived yet." Nodding to her appreciating her effort to answer your questions.

After a few minutes, Hyeju and Chaewon are seen walking down the stairs holding their Nintendo switch and you failed to notice the smirk on the baby wolf's face.

You and Yerim sat down on the carpeted floor to position yourselves in front of the tv. Chaewon greeted you and handed you a single joy-con.

Hyeju sat right beside you and Chaewon sat next to her while the little bean, Yeojin, sat in the middle.

You are picking a character when the unnies came back from the kitchen bringing 2 pitchers of juice and glasses. "Oh, Y/n!" Haseul greeted

After some time you're getting comfortable. Knowing that Kim lip is just almost next to you. At times, you caught her staring at you, well, she also caught you too.

Wishing your face wasn't blushing at those times but you always hear Hyunjin's or Hyeju's if not a chuckle they scoffed. Well, since you get comfortable, you sometimes throw a joke or you and Hyeju are bickering that made them laugh. Especially Sooyoung, she really enjoyed the bickering show, and of course, she's in favor of you.

The unnies decided to eat dinner first before proceeding for a movie marathon. So the rest of you decided to get take-out. The maknaes requested some pizza and chicken.

Most of you finished eating so Kim lip and Jinsoul cleans the mess at the center table. Hyunjin went to the kitchen to bring some dirty glasses.

"Y/n is so funny. Let's keep her." Jiwoo said while holding her tummy, didn't know if her tummy is aching because she was full or because of laughing. "Thank you, but my parents will be sad, unnie." They laughed, even Jinsoul and Kim lip.

A small smile flashed to your lips when you hear Kim Lip's laugh.

Actually, you are thinking if they're getting crazy because they find almost everything you said hilariously.

"Ahhh I think they're more likely to be happy," Hyeju smirked. You hummed, "Hmm, maybe, then I'll be the one who is sad..." and excused yourself "..Excuse me, I'm going to wash my hand." standing up to go to the kitchen.

You checked your wristwatch to check the time. Seeing the short arm striking at 9 pm, you washed your hands on the sink and faced Hyunjin. "Hyun, I'm going home. It's already 9 pm, late for me to go home by my motorbike.".

The busy furry looked up to you with a confused look, "What? you are not joining the sleepover?"

"Well? you didn't inform me so I'm going home now." You said while rinsing your hands.

"I can call, Auntie, to tell you're going to sleep here..." Hyunjin is determined to let you sleep here "..and also I'll lend you some of my pajamas." You simply shrug at her as she went in front of the sink and called your mom.

"Are you going home, Y/n?" You were taken aback when the person you so much adore asked you. You took a glanced at her for a second only to find out she was also looking at you.

You felt your heartbeat skip for a minute.

Turning your gaze to Hyunjin who's smiling brightly while her phone is on her ears "B-by the look on Hyun's face I don't think I'll go home." You answered and secretly clear your throat.

You think that the kitchen felt a little hotter.

Hyunjin came back joining you three and said "She agreed, Y/n, as always." And winked.

All of you decided to watch and sleep in Yerim's room since it has a tv and was big enough for all to fit in.

You and Hyeju brought the two extra mattresses from the other room so you and others have a place to sleep in. Both placed it on the side of the Yerim's bed.

You place yourself on the farthest right of the last mattress. You chose this part because you like sleeping near the wall but Yeojin insisted and said "I love sleeping next to the wall, Unnie." which you gladly gave to her.

The two of you are busy chitchatting when the person to your left taps your shoulder, "The movie is starting." She informed both of you.

Hoping she could not see you blushed under the darkness of the room. You smiled at her and nodded. She copy you and turned her gaze on the movie, still smiling.

Neither of you, notice the blushes that crept into each other's faces. But Gowon did notice this, and immediately said it to Hyeju, who's busy eating some Cheetos.

"I swear if the two of them did not get together after this sleepover..they're hopeless." The younger girl stated that made her girlfriend laugh.

It is hard not to smell the perfume that Jungeun was wearing. This is the closest you two are next to each other. You became more comfortable in her presence but your heart still beats rapidly fast.

The same goes for Jungeun, she might look well and calm but her inner self is in a state of gay panic. From the beginning when Hyunjin announced your arrival she started panicking in her mind.

She's liking you for almost a year now. While they are watching the practice game of your school soccer team, they were stupidly fighting over who suits the jersey well. That's when you caught her attention. Ever since then she never missed your practices unless she has something to do important.

In the middle of watching the movie, you felt a weight on your right arm. Turning your attention to Yeojin who's already sleeping and hugging your shared blanket, you change her position to more comfortable and tucked her under it.

Jungeun noticed your actions and offers to share you with her cover. You are hesitant about it, but too late because she already put it on half of your body.

"Thanks." It came out almost a whisper, but the blonde heard it. She shyly nodded and continues to fix the blanket.

Both of your hands brushed for a moment which made her gasp "Omg, are you okay? Your hands are super cold." She said worriedly and grabbed both of your hands.

I mean the nervousness of being close to the girl you like for a very long time, and she will sleep next to you plus the cold emitted by the aircon fills the room, your hand will totally become cold.

You slightly stiffen after her gestures and she seems to notice it. She immediately took her hands, "S-sorry." She said softly and regretted her sudden action.

Instantly felt the lack of warmth on your hands so you bravely took hers this time and whispered, "It's okay. This feels nice and warm." You smiled at her trying to cover your nervousness with your smile.

She seems to like it too because she nodded and hold yours tightly.

The next day

Vivi, Haseul and you were the first ones to wake up, so the three of you decided to prepare breakfast for the rest.

It is just a simple breakfast that most of the time Vivi and Haseul did the cooking while you are preparing the dining table, and putting plates and utensils.

After preparing it, you went to the living room and played with Hyunjin's cat on the couch. Haseul and Vivi were busy being a sweet couple in the kitchen.

Sitting on the couch, you notice your crush going down the stairs while rubbing her eyes. She looked and smiled at you as she felt someone staring at her. You smiled and greeted her "Good morning." softly.

She nodded and greeted you with a "Good morning." too.

"How was your sleep?" she asked, petting the cat. "It was warm, you are very warm, Unnie." you cheekily replied. She chuckled and a blush formed on her cheeks, "Well, you are too".

Hyunjin's cat moves and rests on your lap. You can hear and feel her purring. "The cat must be fond of you." Kim lip whispered to you.

"Yes, she likes me more than her owner." You laughed at your own statement.

"Well, Hyunjin and You have a lot of similarities."

"You can say that but I wouldn't say 'aeong' as a confession to the person I like." you looked at her.

She giggled "What would you say then?" she looked up to meet your gaze.

Looking at her makes your heart softly swell in a good way. Contemplating whether to say it or not.

Is this the right time to say it? asking yourself

You stopped petting the cat and stares at Kim lip's eyes genuinely. "Do you want to know, Unnie?".

Jungeun just nodded hesitantly seeing you being serious suddenly. Taking this as a sign, you confessed your feelings to her.

"I really really like you for a long time now, Jungeun Unnie..." she was taken aback but composed herself but still slightly mentally panicking.

"...that's what I would say" you whisper and slightly scratch your nape.

Kim lip's face is visibly red and avoiding your gaze. You lowered your gaze and turn your attention to Hyun's cat.

"Do you also want to know what I'll say to someone I like?" She said to you smiling.

You looked back at her and a "Yes." escaped from your lips.

She shyly took your response and said "I really really like you for a long time now, Y/n."

Honestly, you don't how to take her confession but one thing is for sure, and that is your heart is beating so fast.

The two of you are staring at each other with red faces looking like an idiot. No one has the guts to move. It looks like the energy of you both has been released on the confession.

Hyunjin suddenly came out of nowhere and get her cat. "Both of you look like an idiot right now, well, you two are. Anyways, Haseul Unnie said breakfast is ready and go to the dining already.". She then proceeds on feeding her cat.

Kim lip might process all of what happened and chickened out, making her run to the dining room. After a few more minutes of composing yourself, you walk towards the dining too.

Breakfast went smoothly, girls are talking mostly about what happened last night. They are bickering about who snores the loudest.

You remain silent and still cannot recover from the confessions, while Kim lip sometimes joins the conversation with other girls.

After that breakfast, nothing special happened. Some of them played Nintendos and others continues to chit-chat

Around 9 am, your mother called to remind you about your and her plans for lunch. You excused yourself to the girls and told them that you need to go home now.

You bid your goodbyes to them. You lastly took a glanced at Kim lip and smiled at her which she answers with a smile too.

All throughout the day, You cannot stop thinking about the conversation between you and Kim lip that early morning.

Is she serious about that? what if she's still sleepy and thought it was just a joke.

Should I call her? But it's too late to call, isn't it?

well,

So you decided to call her. After a ring, she answers.

"Hello? Y/n?"

"Unnie...are you sleeping already?"

"I...I actually can't sleep..by the way, is there anything I could help you with?"

"Ohh, yeahh, I just want to ask about what you said earlier morning....did you really mean it?"

"...Yes, Y/n. I really like you."

"Jungeun Unnie, I really like you too. Can I meet you tomorrow?"

"Of course, Y/N. You can come over any time."

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