#or a new rhythm heaven............ imagine.

[knockout-stan]

NSFW, size k!nk, fem human, no-named mech bc i'm a slut for too many of em but i had certain autobots in mind | minors dni

Imagine u and ur fav mech fucking for the first time, they're trying so hard to go slow but struggling because of how good your walls feels, squeezing and stretching all around him. He's trying to make sure you're not hurt while you're whining for more. He wants so badly to give in and give you instant gratification but he's putting your comfort above all else, his huge spike being swallowed by your body.

He can hardly find the strength to pull himself out to push back in. So his thrusts become a little quick, pushing in deep and slow, pulling out quick so he can feel more of you. He runs a cool metallic servo up your back, making you shiver from the contact. His voice calls out to you, with that small digital tone in it, "You doing okay?"

You nod, small tears of pleasure in your eyes. This was finally it. No more barely adequate thighfucking. You called out his designation, and added, "please keep going..." In a quiet yet frantic tone. It took all this mech's strength not to use you like a fleshlight then and there. He kissed your hand, dwarfed in size by his, to satiate the urge to use you. He knows you'd like to be used, but he likes having you safe and out of medbay. His hips are careful, but they find a rhythm. He holds your hip in one hand and the other clenching the corner of the berth underneath.

Being inside a human felt like pure heaven. Your juices coating his spike to take more of him in. He pushed deeper, and let out a soft grunt of satisfaction. He leaned back, looking at your nude body laying on his berth. This was unprecedented. Completely new territory between human and autobot. But it was already so addicting. His digits squeezed at your thigh, and felt the skin squish and slightly twitch in his grasp. He couldn't hold back the small smile forming on his face.

You whined, bringing him back out of thoughts, and reached your hands out to him. He knew you wanted him over you again. You enjoyed the feeling of being safe underneath him. And he enjoyed he made you feel safe. His hips find a steady rhythm fucking you, and he listens to your breathy noises underneath him. Neither of you had climaxed yet, but he knew he was gonna want to do this again soon.

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[ralkana]

Fluffbruary, Day 6

February 6: tie | embarrassment | dessert

Dream of the Endless / Hob Gadling

Rated G

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It's the middle of the afternoon when his stranger shows up at the New Inn, a smile on his face, naming Hob friend. Apologizing for his absence.

"Welcome," Hob says, shoving his marking into his satchel. "Let me get you a glass of wine."

His stranger sits silently as he asks Katie for another pint and orders a glass of Malbec.

"The good one," he clarifies, and she grins.

"Got it, Robbie," she says, with a curious glance at his companion, and then they're alone again.

His friend is still watching him, that smile on his face, and Hob can't help but take a moment simply to look. He thinks about asking why they didn't meet in 1989, why he was left adrift and alone, but it doesn't matter. Not really. He's here now.

"What were you working on when I arrived?" his friend asks, his gaze shifting briefly to Hob's satchel before anchoring firmly on Hob's face once more.

"Marking," he says, and his friend's brow furrows. "Checking my students' work," he adds. "I'm a professor now! Me, can you imagine?"

And then he's off, the familiar rhythm of their past meetings suddenly returning. He talks for so long that his voice falters. There is so much to tell his friend about. X-rays and the space race, vinyl records and the internet. With a word to Katie, he switches from beer to water, and keeps going.

His friend is no more talkative about himself than usual, but he seems more engaged, less... dour. He asks questions, and is more expressive than Hob has ever seen him. Hob even thinks he tried the wine Hob chose for him, though the nearly full glass now sits on the table between them.

He is in the middle of explaining the miracle of organ transplants when his stomach growls, loud enough to be heard from across the table even in the busy pub, and he breaks off in embarrassment.

"Pardon me," he says with a laugh.

"I have kept you from your evening meal," his friend says, shifting in his seat, and Hob lunges, half-desperate, as it looks like he might rise. His friend stills, eyes widening a fraction.

"No, no! It's fine!" Hob says, lowering his hand from its aborted grasp. Please don't leave! He takes a moment to breathe, to calm himself.

"We have shared a meal before," he reasons, though of course, his friend has never eaten. He has remained while Hob has eaten, though, and that's what he's hoping for now. "We could do so again. If you'd like."

His friend nods his agreement, so quickly that Hob thinks he might not be the only one unready for the evening to end.

He orders a steak and ale pie, and when Katie asks his friend for his order and he declines, Hob asks for two forks. His friend raises an eyebrow at that, and Hob simply grins. One day, he'll find something that tempts his friend - his need to feed those he cares about is strong. Stronger still because his friend looks like he's missed a fair few meals recently.

If he even eats. Perhaps he lives on words. Heaven knows Hob has given him plenty of those.

His meal arrives, and he breaks the crust of the steaming pie, smiling as he inhales the aroma of the thick gravy that wafts out.

He has eaten a few bites in between his words when his friend shifts in his chair, reaching for the fork in front of him.

Hob watches, fascinated, as he scoops up a small bite of beef, a morsel of crust, and a tiny bit of gravy. Those petal pink lips part as he tastes it, head tilted like a bird's as he considers it.

"It is pleasingly savory," he pronounces as he sets the fork down again, and Hob grins.

"That it is, friend," he says in agreement, applying himself to his meal and his tale.

"Dessert then, Robbie?" Katie asks a few minutes later, as she brings him another glass of water and sees the remains of his meal.

Hob debates for approximately three seconds. "Yeah, go on then."

Katie laughs as she picks up his plate. "The usual?"

"Please, and two forks."

There's so much more to tell his friend about - there always is - but Hob feels mostly talked out. This is by far the longest his friend has ever lingered, and he can't ignore the ache of the knowledge that soon, their meeting must end.

Unwilling to prematurely give into the melancholy that always arrives after these evenings, Hob pushes it away and says, "The kitchen here is fantastic. In some ways, pub food is the same as it's always been, but some things are so different now..."

He's in the middle of explaining gastropubs and fusion cuisine when Katie approaches their table once more, and he breaks off.

"Ah, thanks, love," he says, rubbing his hands together in anticipation as she sets down their dessert. "Butterscotch bread pudding with vanilla bean ice cream and housemade whiskey caramel sauce. It's absolutely the best thing on the menu. It's won awards."

Lifting the shot glass of caramel, he upends it, drizzling it over the pudding sizzling in its little cast iron pot. The ice cream is melting slowly into the top of the pudding, and the smell is divine.

Hob digs in and pops a bite in his mouth. It's too hot, burning his tongue, and it's absolutely worth it.

His friend picks up his fork and digs out a tiny bite to try, and Hob watches his eyes widen, his pleasure clear on his face in a way that has Hob shift in his seat. He's beautiful.

"Good, innit?"

He says nothing, but his fork dips again, lifts a larger bite this time.

Sweet tooth, then, Hob thinks. Got it.

He goes in for another bite as well, picking the thread of his words back up.

He's talking about the rise of the celebrity chef a few moments later, reaching for another bite, when his fork scrapes against iron, and he blinks and looks down. The little pot is empty, only a few drops of caramel sauce and a few smears of melted ice cream remaining. Hob has had maybe three bites.

He looks up, astonished. His friend looks back serenely, but there are spots of color, high on his pale cheeks. He sets his fork down.

Hob could not stop the smile breaking over his face for all the money in the world. His friend's lips twitch, the corner tucking into a tiny smile, and Hob notices there is the smallest drop of caramel sauce at the corner of his friend's mouth.

Hob entertains a very brief fantasy of leaning across the table and licking it off, tasting the sweetness of the caramel and his friend's perfect skin.

Clearing his throat and shoving the thought away, he sets his own fork down. They are not unfamiliar, these little moments of want that flash within him, whenever they share an evening. They are what sustain him in the long decades between their meetings.

His friend's gaze is sharp on his face, but those spots of color remain.

"I apologize for consuming your dessert."

"Our dessert, friend. Two forks, remember? I'm just glad you enjoyed it. Would you like another?"

His friend looks away, out the window long since gone dark.

"The hour grows late," he says, and Hob tries not to flinch. "And I have. Difficult work ahead of me. But. Perhaps we might meet again soon. To share this dish. Or perhaps another."

Hob's breath catches, his heart pounding. I will take you to every bakery and dessert shop in London, he thinks. England! The world!

"I would like that very much, my friend," he says.

"Dream," he says as he stands, looking down at Hob with the same smile he had when he first came in. "You may call me Dream."

"Good night, Dream, my friend," Hob says, trying not to choke on the emotion that swamps him. "I hope to see you soon."

"You shall, Hob Gadling. Good night, my friend."

Between one blink and the next, he's gone.

END

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Thanks to @fluffbruary for the prompt, and to the Morrison in Atwater Village for the best damn bread pudding I've had in my life.

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[lilacmingi]

RUNAWAY

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Pairing: Pirate!Hongjoong x pirate!fem reader

Word count: 8,270

Note: This is an imagine from April 2022 from my Wattpad. The pirate Ateez imagines are definitely some of my most popular ones and I’m SO excited to share them here! I wanted to do something to celebrate 200 followers but I don’t have any new stuff ready so I’ve decided to post my Ateez pirate imagines! 🏴‍☠️ Pirate AUs for the other members are linked at the end of the imagine!

The moon hung high in the clear night sky, the bright beam reflecting onto the peaceful waters below. The view of the dark horizon was tranquil and the complete opposite of the pandemonium that was taking place just a few feet behind you.

Singing, hollers of celebration, and the clanking of stein glasses became mere background noise as you gazed at the midnight sky above. The myriad of stars dotting the heavens were almost like fireflies in the forest, giving some light to the otherwise dark sky.

Hongjoong's crew was celebrating another successful day of pillaging—it was exhausting. You'd become rather numb to these so-called celebrations. It's just a bunch of men acting like drunken fools to you.

The crew belted out sea shanties in their intoxicated states, the sour notes coming out slurred and garbled. You cringed. You didn't know how much more of this you could take.

The sound of heavy boots stumbling towards you caught your attention. An arm was slung haphazardly over your shoulder, the force making you jerk forward a bit.

"Y/n." Hongjoong slurred slightly, his breath smelling of rum. "What are you doing all the way over here?"

"Watching the moon." You answered.

"Come join us. You're missing out."

"No thank you."

He frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I just don't care for celebrations."

"But you've always enjoyed our celebrations."

"Yeah, but it's becoming a bit... how do I put this? Lackluster."

Hongjoong scoffed. "Lackluster?"

"Yeah. I just don't enjoy it much anymore."

"Let me change your mind."

You glanced over to see Hongjoong's hand extended towards you, his many gold rings glimmering under the lit torches.

You started to deny him, but stopped, pressing your lips together in thought.

"C'mon." That all too familiar charming smirk of his spread across his soft-looking lips. "You wouldn't refuse a dance with me, would you?"

"I might." You teased, a playful grin threatening to break out onto your features.

He made a face at you in return.

"Alright." You caved, clasping his extended hand. "I'll dance with you."

"I knew you couldn't resist." He simpered, leading you towards the middle of the main deck.

The drunken singing of the crew was much louder now that you were right in the middle of it. Hongjoong's cheeks were stained pink from the alcohol, no doubt, as he grinned brightly, taking your other hand. The two of you began spinning and skipping to the stomp of the crew's boots against the wooden boards of the ship. Neither of you ever really learned how to properly dance, but when you're a pirate, that doesn't matter much.

As you bounded in circles, you found yourself enjoying it more and more. The two of you danced in no particular rhythm, stomping your feet and bouncing around like fools. Your hands stayed clasped together as you swung them around, your joint laughter filling the air.

Once the chanting and off-key singing of the crew died down, you and Hongjoong ceased your dancing.

"See? That was fun, wasn't it?" He grinned.

"It was." You agreed, fixing the errant strands of his scruffy mullet.

"You always enjoy dancing with me."

"I do." You admitted.

"C'mon. Have something to drink." He pulled you towards one of the barrels set up and took it upon himself to fill up a stein.

He handed it to you with a smile. You reluctantly took it, taking a sip of the dark liquid.

"Next time we dock, I'll try and get some nice wine. How about that?" Hongjoong suggested.

"That would be wonderful. I'm starting to tire of rum."

"Hey, if you won't drink it, I will." Hongjoong reached out to grab the glass from you.

"Wait." You pulled it away. "Are you sure you should have any more?"

"Of course! You can never have enough alcohol."

"How many of these have you had?" You questioned, referring to the large stein in your hand.

"Three."

You pressed your lips together, hesitant to hand over the drink. Then again, Hongjoong is as stubborn as a mule. If you don't give it to him, he'll just make himself another glass.

"Very well, then." You gave in, handing over the glass.

"Thanks, lovely." He winked, taking the beverage from you.

You watched as he sauntered off, joining his crew to clink steins with them. One of the crew members began singing yet another drunken shanty, causing everyone to start dancing again. Hongjoong held his wooden stein up in the air, alcohol sloshing onto the deck as his crew cheered him on.

"Say my name!" He shouted.

"Captain Hongjoong! Captain Hongjoong! Captain Hongjoong!" They chanted, fueling his ego.

You could tell he loved that. He loved being the captain. It was his dream, after all.

A yawn spilled from your lips, catching you off guard. You hadn't realized how tired you were.

You stepped away from the railing of the ship and began to head towards the captain's cabin to turn in for the night.

You and Hongjoong shared a room, exactly the way he wanted. You were the only female on the ship and Hongjoong's dearest friend, as well as his right hand woman, so he wanted to make sure you stayed close, which is why you got the best room on the ship.

On the way to your shared room, you noticed someone sitting on the steps leading to the quarterdeck. He was hunched over, a head of soft, brown hair resting on the top of his knees. You were curious as to who was crouched on the steps alone. You had been on the ship for years and were familiar with every crew member, but you weren't sure who this was.

"Excuse me. Are you okay?" You asked, approaching the male.

He lifted his head, large, brown eyes looking up at you.

"Oh, Minho." You smiled, warmly. "I thought you'd be over there with everyone else." You spoke, gesturing to the celebration taking place a few feet behind you.

"No." He shook his head. "I'm not one for celebrations. They've become too hectic for me. To be honest, I thought you'd be over there. You're always with Hongjoong."

"Yeah, well, I've had my fill of celebrations for the night." You told him. "Hongjoong is on his own tonight. I've decided to turn in for the night."

"Well, I don't want to keep you out here. Sleep tight." He smiled.

"Thanks, Minho."

You stepped into your room, closing the door behind you.

Hongjoong's bed was unmade, as usual and his desk was an absolute mess. He was never one to clean up after himself. Apparently, he "has other things to worry about." You let out a sigh as you walked over to his desk where papers and books were scattered over the surface. The entire tabletop was in disarray. As much as you wanted to clean it up, you knew everything was more than likely left in place for a reason. So, you did the least you could possibly do, which was throw away any wadded pieces of paper as well as collect all of the pens and pencils scattered across the desk, placing them all into a cup.

You told yourself you'd stop and go to bed after that, but you didn't. You ended up stacking all the papers strewn across Hongjoong's desk, putting them in one, neat pile. Upon doing so, you discovered a large map spread across the tabletop. Your head tilted to the side when you noticed a red dot on the map. Normally, a red dot indicated that the town was going to be raided for supplies. You tried to read the name of the town, unable

to see well in the dimply lit room. Your eyes squinted as you leaned towards the map, until you heard a commotion just outside the cabin, which caused you to scurry away from Hongjoong's desk.

You made yourself busy, pulling back the covers on your bed, only to find that it was just a false alarm. The noises you heard were merely drunken crew mates making a ruckus.

You glanced back towards Hongjoong's desk sitting on the other side of the room, tempted to go back and look at the map, but you decided against it, choosing to get ready for bed.

You turned the knob on the oil lamp, dimming the light so you'd be able to rest. You wanted Hongjoong to be able to see when he finally came to bed, so you didn't put it out all the way.

As you laid in bed, your mind began to drift towards the map, your curiosity getting the best of you. Your head lifted from the pillow, your eyes staring across the room at Hongjoong's desk. Then, without thinking you flung the covers off of you and grabbed the oil lamp, moving across the room to the map spread on the table.

The dim glow of the low-burning flame illuminated the chart enough to where you could finally read the name of the town. You blinked a few times, getting a second look at it, wondering if you misread it.

"That can't be right." You murmured.

Worried about getting caught, you scurried back to bed and attempted to go to sleep. Instead of worrying about what you saw on that map, you just chose to confront Hongjoong about it the next day.

The sea breeze blew through your hair as you stood by Hongjoong's side on the forecastle deck.

"There's a town close by that we're going to pillage." He informed you as he steered the gigantic vessel.

"Was that the town you had marked in red on your map?"

"How did you know that?"

"I saw it on your desk last night. That town isn't a bad town. There's good people living there. Why would you plan to pillage it?"

"We need supplies. Plus, they're nearby."

"That's your reasoning?" You questioned.

"Yeah."

"Hongjoong, that town is well known for giving things to those in need. You should find another town to get supplies from."

"If that's true, then looting the town should be easy." He shrugged.

You were appalled, unable to believe what he just said.

"It makes more sense to go there because it's closer. We don't have enough supplies to last long enough to make it to the next town."

"Then ration our provisions."

"I can't do that."

"Yes you can. I'm not asking for much. Ration until we reach the next town."

You could tell Hongjoong was getting agitated, but you wouldn't have him pillage a town that didn't deserve it.

"What I say goes, and I say we're raiding that town."

"I want you to wait and raid another town."

"Well, you're not the captain, are you, Y/n?"

"No, but I am your friend." You responded, harshly, stepping forward to grab the wheel.

"Hey!" Hongjoong shouted. "What are you doing?"

"Steering us away from that town."

You began to fight with him, the wheel being pulled back and forth like a tug of war.

"Why don't you listen to me?" You asked.

"I'm the captain!" He snapped. "Not you!"

Hongjoong shoved you away, causing you to stumble back and fall onto the deck. A hiss left you as pain shot up your hip and elbow. You thought maybe your friend would feel some sort of remorse, but he only stared down at you, looking only mildly surprised at his actions.

You clenched your jaw and pushed yourself up off the deck, knowing you lost this fight.

"Forget it. I'm tired of this."

You stormed off the forecastle deck, getting as far away from Hongjoong as you could. You were absolutely fuming, wanting to unleash the burning anger inside. Hongjoong only raids towns that steal from the poor. Never has he even considered looting a town so generous—until now, apparently.

The way he simply brushed off the fact that he was about to pillage a small town that didn't deserve it made your blood boil. Truthfully, you don't think he understands the weight of his actions. He'll leave that town with hardly anything. They won't have anything left.

The sound of boots hitting the deck pulled your from your thoughts. Turning your head, you spotted Minho approaching you.

"You alright?" He asked.

Your lips pressed together as you briefly contemplated lying to him.

"No."

"I heard a commotion on the forecastle deck and wanted to check on you. I assume you and Captain got in a fight?"

"It's the first fight we've ever had. He wants to raid a town because it's nearby. I tired to talk him out of it because the town provides for others."

"That doesn't seem right." Minho responded.

"It's not. I tried to make him change his mind, but he just kept saying we don't have enough supplies and we have to dock there. I suggested rationing what we have and he completely shot down the idea."

Minho frowned in distaste. "Why is it so difficult to ration?"

"I don't know." You sighed, shaking your head. "He's never acted like this before. I don't know what's happening to him."

"I'm sorry he's being such a jerk."

"Me too. Sorry for dumping all of this onto you. I should have just lied and said I was okay."

"No." Minho shook his head. "I'm glad you were honest. It's not good to bottle things up. If you ever need to talk, I'm here. Okay?"

You nodded, giving him a weak smile.

The day went on and you tried your hardest to keep your distance, avoiding Hongjoong by any and all means. Much your dismay, Hongjoong had announced to the crew his plans of looting the poor town. You were set to dock in just a couple days.

When night settled over the sky, you began making your way towards the captain's quarters, only to stop in your tracks. Did you even want to sleep in the same room as Hongjoong?

You turned on your heel, redirecting your route to the crew's sleeping quarters, heading directly to one room in particular.

Your knuckles knocked lightly on the bedroom door, waiting for an answer. It creaked open just a few seconds later.

"Oh, Y/n. What are you doing here? Is everything alright?" Minho asked.

"Yeah. This might sound like a weird question, but is it alright if I stay with you tonight?"

His large eyes widened in surprise.

"Hongjoong and I aren't on good terms at the moment, which you already know, and I don't really want to share a room with him now."

"I understand." He nodded, stepping aside. "Come on in."

You volunteered to sleep on the floor, but Minho wouldn't allow it, offering you his bed. So, that's where you slept.

The ocean was rather choppy today, much like the situation you were currently in. The white-capped waves dominated the majority of the waters' surface, the ship lurching with each forceful push of the sea below, sending a spray of salt water up the side of the vessel.

"Alright men, all hands on deck!" Hongjoong instructed. "There's a storm coming in from the north."

"Yes, Captain." The crew responded.

You wanted to ask Hongjoong if he needed your help with anything, but the two of you were not on speaking terms at the moment, so you held your tongue.

"Man the sails!" Hongjoong shouted more commands, sternly.

He's absolutely deserving of being captain. Despite his small stature, he carried a very powerful and commanding presence, his aura almost threatening at times. However, at the end of the day, he was still the sweet Hongjoong you grew up with—well, up until recently. You said you would follow him to the ends of the earth. He was your best friend, after all. Now, you're not sure who he is.

Years ago, when the two of you had just recently turned 18, Hongjoong had this grand idea to escape.

"We're gonna get out of here." He told you.

"And go where?" You inquired.

"Anywhere. Everywhere." He answered, his eyes twinkling. "Sail the seas."

"You want to be a pirate?" You questioned.

"Yes! It would be so much fun. No rules, no nothing." He turned to you with a smile. "Will you join me?"

The excited gleam in his eye let you know how serious he was about this unattainable dream. Despite that, the idea of sailing the seas and living a rule-free pirate life thrilled you.

"Yes."

Look where that got you.

A loud boom of thunder rumbled in the ominous sky above, dark, menacing clouds swirled over the ocean. You stepped away from the railing, watching as the crew scurried across the deck, preparing for the storm brewing in the atmosphere.

Hongjoong was busying himself by barking orders at crew mates, rushing them along. He was unusually snappy today, no doubt because of your little fight yesterday.

"What are you doing?" He shouted, angrily. "Furl the mainsail! The storm is approaching!"

Truthfully, you were surprised he hadn't said anything to you about not sleeping in your own bed last night. Then again, maybe he didn't care.

A raindrop hit the top of your head, catching your attention. It didn't take long for the stray drops to turn into a torrential downpour. The rain came down in sheets, pounding on the deck, making puddles almost instantly.

You noticed Minho struggling with one of the masts, hurrying over to assist him.

"Thanks." He breathed.

A gust of wind blew by, whipping your hair in every direction.

"We should get inside!" Minho yelled over the howling winds.

You nodded in agreement as his hand found yours, leading you towards the crew's sleeping quarters to get out of the harsh winds and piercing rain.

Little did you know, Hongjoong was watching, his sharp eyes trained on yours and Minho's intertwined hands.

The ship made it out of the storm unscathed and went on its way to the small, unsuspecting town. Part of you had hoped the storm would somehow get the ship off-route and Hongjoong would be forced to ration supplies and hold off on the raid until you made it to the next town.

The pillaging went on as planned. Like all raids, the looting took place at night. Hongjoong always said it was better to do these things under the cover of darkness.

You stayed on the ship, of course, unable to join in on the raiding. Your conscience wouldn't let you. To your surprise, Minho stayed behind too. Like you, he couldn't bear to be a part of the merciless thievery that was taking place.

It didn't take long for the two of you to hear multiple pairs of booted feet thudding hurriedly against the main deck, followed by the sounds of heavy objects being set down. Your heart sank, knowing the raid was over and the town was left without many of their supplies. For the first time since stepping foot on this ship, you felt sick.

It didn't take long for the music and rhythmic stomping of feet to begin, letting you know the celebrations had already kicked off.

Minho's top lip curled in distaste as he stared in the direction of the main deck.

"I can't sit here and let them celebrate this heinous act." You muttered, pushing yourself to your feet.

You stormed up onto the main deck where Hongjoong was standing up on a cluster of crates, barrels, and burlap sacks dancing and celebrating.

"So you ended up raiding that town?" You inquired with crossed arms.

"Of course I did." He responded before turning to the crew. "And it was a raging success!"

The crew cheered with him, which only fueled your anger.

"I wouldn't call it a raging success if you're stealing from people who do good."

"It's not like we killed anyone." He rolled his eyes.

"No, but you left that town to suffer. The attack was unprovoked."

"Don't get your trousers in a wad, Y/n. We're pirates. We pillage and plunder, it's what we do." Hongjoong responded casually.

Your fists unconsciously clenched as you tried your hardest to bite back rage. Instead of opening your mouth and allowing your scathing words to escape, you whirled around and returned to Minho's room.

The door slammed shut behind you as the brown-haired male lifted his gaze, waiting for you to speak.

"Minho, can you keep a secret?"

In the dead of night while everyone was asleep and/or passed out from alcohol consumption, you snuck out onto the main deck with a small bag of your belongings, heading for the rowboat. You planned to escape the godforsaken ship that once felt like home. Minho, who knew about your plan of action, promised not to breathe a word of your whereabouts. He even offered to assist you.

Said pirate followed you outside and helped lower you into the water once you were inside the boat.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He questioned.

"I'm sure. Being captain has gotten to Hongjoong's head and after that little stunt he pulled earlier tonight, I can no longer stand by his side."

Minho nodded, somberly. "I understand. Good luck."

"Thank you."

The boat was lowered the rest of the way into the water and you began making your way towards the town. Equipped with just the necessities, you started your journey, using just a compass and a messy, hand-drawn copy of Hongjoong's map.

You didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse as you rowed further from the ship, watching as it got smaller and smaller. You didn't really care if Hongjoong knew you left. He made it very clear that he was the captain and what he says goes. It was painfully evident that he didn't need you anymore; if anything, you were doing him a favor. On the off chance that he did freak out in wake of your disappearance, you'd never know, nor would you care.

"Serves him right." You muttered.

To your surprise, it only took you the entirety of the night to arrive at the marauded town. Your arms were throbbing and you were in need of sleep, but were happy to have arrived at your destination. You used an old rope to tie your row boat to the dock before stepping out onto the landing.

The first thing you noticed about your surroundings was the stacks of crates and barrels that had been emptied and toppled over. The remnants of last night's pillaging was obvious and heartbreaking. You slowly made your way off the dock and into the town where you were met with more wreckage—it was horrible. The more you saw, the angrier you became, wanting nothing more than to curse Hongjoong up one side and down the other. Being on a pirate ship for so long, you managed to learn some insults you didn't even know existed and you wanted to use every single one on Kim Hongjoong.

People were trying to clean up the aftermath of the pillaging from the previous night, doing their best to put the town back together. You spotted a nearby hostel, a middle-aged woman crouched on the ground outside, attempting to tidy up the small flowerbed that looked as if it had been trampled on.

"Excuse me." You called out, gently.

The woman lifted her head. "Oh, hello. Can I help you?"

"I was wondering if you had any vacancies."

"As a matter of fact, I do." She smiled, softly, dusting her hands off on her apron. "You look like you need a good night's rest. Have you traveled far?"

"All night." You responded.

"I'll get you checked in right away. Follow me." You trailed behind the woman as she entered the house, going behind the front counter. "Sorry. We're a little short-staffed. There was a pirate pillaging last night. All but one of my employees quit—and he can't quit because he's my son. That sort of thing just doesn't happen here, so it really scared the workers."

"If you need help, I'd be happy to lend a hand." You told her.

"No, dear. You need rest."

"It's fine." You brushed it off. "It's daytime anyway. It's best I stay up."

"Are you sure, dear?"

"Of course. It seems like you could really use the extra help."

"If you insist. I won't turn down someone who's so willing to lend a helping hand. I'll show you to your room and bring you some working clothes."

"Great." You smiled, following her to the room you'd be staying in.

It was small, cozy, and equipped with only the necessities.

"So, what's your name?" She asked as you looked around the room.

"Y/n." You answered.

"That's a lovely name. You can call me Mrs. Park."

"Well, Mrs. Park, I'd like to stay here for a few days. How much do I owe you for it?" You asked, turning to her.

"Free of charge."

"I can pay for it. It's fine." You insisted.

Mrs. Park held her hand up to stop you.

"You're doing me a huge favor by offering to help me out. It's the least I can do."

"Well, thank you. I appreciate it."

"Like I said, it's the least I can do. We have running water. If you'd like, you can go wash up and I'll bring you a change of clothes and an apron. Then, we can get started on the work."

You didn't bring a lot with you, so getting settled wasn't a problem at all. You did take advantage of the running water Mrs. Park told you about. Being at sea, you haven't had access to clean water, therefore you've not been able to properly bathe. The closest you got to a bath was a quick dip in the ocean with a bar of soap. Shampoo, conditioner, and soap was provided for you, which you were immensely thankful for.

You felt rejuvenated after your bath. In fact, you felt like a whole new new person.

After stepping out of the bathroom, you spotted a neatly folded stack of clothes on your bed.

Normally, you'd wear a large, cream-colored shirt with ruffled sleeves tucked into a pair or trousers and black boots. The clothes Mrs. Park had provided you with contrasted greatly with your usual attire. In your hands was a long, navy-colored dress that laced up in the back, the garment made with thick material, as well as an apron to wear over the dress. As a pirate, you never wore dresses. They weren't really your thing, anyway. However, you were trying to start a new life, and that new life required you to wear the dress in your hands, so you put it on.

You were surprised by your reflection, hardly recognizing the person staring back. Your hair, which had started to dry, was fluffy and bouncy. The outfit was different, but you didn't hate it. You would have preferred pants, but you were willing to compromise since you had a place to stay.

Not wanting to waste too much time, you headed to the lobby.

"Mrs. Park, I'm ready to get started."

"Y/n?" Hongjoong called out.

He hadn't seen you all day. He was still a bit upset with you for the way you reacted the other day as well as last night, but when he didn't see you, not even with Minho, he began to worry.

"Y/n!" He called out again much louder, hurrying across the deck. "Has anyone seen Y/n?"

No answer.

In a panic, he peered over the side of the ship, noticing the row boat was gone. His head snapped towards the sails where Minho was standing.

"Minho!" He shouted, stomping over to the man. "Where is she?"

Minho didn't even spare a glance at Hongjoong and continued straightening out the rigging.

"I'm sure she's around here somewhere." He responded, nonchalantly.

"Don't make me ask again."

"I don't know where she is."

"Stop lying. I know the two of you have been spending time together. Where is she?"

"Away from you." Minho responded, his tone becoming snappy.

Hongjoong reached for his cutlass, pulling it from its sheath and pointing it at Minho's neck.

"Tell me where Y/n is." He demanded.

"You're the captain, you're smart. Why don't you figure it out?"

Hongjoong's jaw clenched, his patience being pushed to its limits. Then, suddenly, it clicked. You had to have gone to that town.

Hongjoong put his cutlass back in its sheath and turned around on his heel.

"We're changing course!" He announced. "I know where Y/n is. We're going to get her."

Working at the small hostel was wonderful. You found that you enjoyed it very much. Unlike life on Hongjoong's ship where you did the same thing every day, you did something different each day here. It was a nice change.

The day you arrived at the town, you were introduced to Mrs. Park's son, Seonghwa. He normally took care of washing the sheets and putting the beds back together. Sometimes he helped out in the kitchen and cooked meals for the residents. Now that all of the staff members had quit, he had to take up most of the slack. The two of you got along well and it made working at the hostel a lot more fun.

Mrs. Park had sent you and Seonghwa to the market to get some things she had run out of. She rushed the two of you out the door, going on about how dire it was that she get these items. She wanted to make a cake for you, which she had mentioned was her specialty, so getting the ingredients was very important.

"Alright. Eggs, flour, and sugar." You read off the list. "We got the sugar. Just a couple more things and we're good to go."

You picked up a small sack of flour and put it into the basket Seonghwa had tossed over his arm. That was the system. You grabbed the groceries, Seonghwa carried them.

"My mom really appreciates your help. When those pirates came though and everyone quit, she was really scared. She didn't know how she'd be able to take care of the place."

"Seems like I showed up at the right time."

"You did." He nodded with a smile. "I know it's only been a week, but things are starting to get back to normal, I think. Everyone seems to have recovered. I just hope it doesn't happen again."

"Me too." You responded, picking up a carton of eggs.

Unbeknownst go you, Hongjoong's ship had just docked at the town and the captain was making his way down the wharf.

You had just paid the cashier for the groceries and were headed back to the hostel when suddenly your wrist was grabbed and you were pulled away from Seonghwa into a small alley between two buildings. You jerked in the person's grip, trying to break free until you saw their face.

"What are you doing here?" You spat.

"What are you doing here?" Hongjoong turned the question back to you. "And what in the seven seas are you wearing?"

"I'm helping, and if you must know, this is the uniform I was given."

"Uniform?" He repeated, his face twisted in distaste.

"I'm working at a small hostel. Did you know all of the staff quit after your little rampage?"

You could see Hongjoong's eyes soften for a moment before he quickly covered it up.

"Why did you even come looking for me?" You questioned, harshly.

"You're part of my crew."

"Is that all I am to you? Just a crew member?"

"No."

"Well, that's what it feels like. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be."

You started to walk away when Hongjoong grabbed you again.

"No you don't. You're coming back with me."

"I'm staying here."

"You don't have a choice, Y/n."

You jerked your arm away. "I do, and I choose to stay. You obviously don't need me back on that ship. You wasted your time coming back for me."

"You're wrong. I need you."

"You don't. You're the captain, remember? You make the decisions yourself. You don't need me to tell you what to do because in the end, you'll do what you want."

He opened his mouth to speak, but you continued.

"This whole captain thing has gone to your head. What happened to the Hongjoong I used to know?"

"I'm still the same Hongjoong."

"No, you're not. You've changed."

That's the last thing you said before walking back to Seonghwa, who was standing in the middle of the street with his mouth hanging open, his face as white as a sheet.

"Let's go." You grabbed his arm, pulling him in the direction of the hostel.

"D-do you know him?" Seonghwa asked, his head turned to stare at Hongjoong.

"I used to."

"He's the captain of the pirate crew that looted our town."

"I know."

"What?"

"It's a long story."

"If you're with him, then—"

"I'm not with him. I ran away. He wanted to pillage your town and I told him not to because this town is so selfless, but he didn't listen, so I left the ship."

"You're a pirate?" Seonghwa gaped.

"Yes."

"Is he going to take you back?"

"He's trying to."

Once you got back to the hostel, you gave Mrs. Park the items she asked for and hurried to your room, Seonghwa following behind.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"I don't know." You muttered, pacing back and forth. "I didn't know he'd come looking for me."

Just then, a loud thump came from the somewhere downstairs. You and Seonghwa shared a wide-eyed look before hurrying to the door. You peered over the shallow staircase and spotted Hongjoong at the front desk.

"You wouldn't happen to how a Y/n, would you?" He asked.

"No." Mrs. Park lied.

"I know she's here." Hongjoong spat.c"Where's her room?"

"Crap." You whispered, retreating to your bedroom where you frantically began packing your things.

"What are you doing? Where are you going?" Seonghwa questioned.

"I don't know. Away from here."

The dress you wore was restricting you immensely, making it hard for you to move around.

"I hate this thing." You grumbled.

"I have an idea. I'll go distract him while you change and make your escape."

You gave him a nod and gathered the clothes you arrived in, which had so generously been washed by Mrs. Park.

While Seonghwa was downstairs stalling, you quickly stripped off the confining dress, changing into your comfortable pirate attire. Not wanting to leave things in a mess, you hastily folded the dress and apron, lying it on the bed before you snuck out the window.

"You!" Hongjoong pointed when Seonghwa appeared downstairs. "Tell me where Y/n is."

"She's not here."

"Yes she is. Where are you hiding her?" He pressed.

"I already told you. She's not here."

Hongjoong's lip curled into a snarl as realization struck him. He then rushed out the front entrance, turning the corner to catch you just as your feet landed on the ground.

You were relived, feeling like you had successfully made your escape.

"You didn't think you could get away from me that easily, did you?"

Your heart sank.

Hongjoong grabbed you, pulling you out into the streets, yanking you towards the docks. You jerked and writhed in his grip, shouting at him to let go, but he wouldn't listen. Your heels dug into the dirt as you tried to stop Hongjoong, but it didn't work. His grip on you was too strong.

Seonghwa, who rushed out after Hongjoong, spotted him as he pulled you through town.

No one dared to help. It was obvious the townspeople recognized Hongjoong from the pillaging a week prior. They wouldn't dare try and stand up to him.

"I hate you!" You spat.

"I could care less about your feelings towards me."

"Clearly you do. If you didn't care that I was mad at you, you wouldn't have come looking for me."

His hand tightened around your wrist, which let you know you struck a nerve.

"Let go of me." You hissed.

"Not until we're back on the ship."

"Hey!" Someone cut in.

Hongjoong stopped in his tracks, turning to see who had shouted at him. You turned as well, gasping when you saw Seonghwa standing on the dock a few feet behind you.

"Let her go."

"And who do you think you are?"

"Her friend."

Hongjoong scoffed. "You've only known her for a week. You're not her friend. I'm her friend."

"Really? It doesn't look like it."

Hongjoong used his free hand to pull out his pistol, pointing it at Seonghwa.

"Stay out of our business before I put a bullet in your head."

"Hongjoong!" You snapped, pushing the barrel down. "What is wrong with you?"

He gave you a sharp glare before you turned to the man attempting to save you.

"Seonghwa." You placed your free hand on his shoulder. "I need to go."

"What?" He asked in disbelief. "You're going back?"

"I have to. There's things that need to be dealt with."

Seonghwa gave Hongjoong a skeptical look.

"It's not what you want, though."

"It's what needs to be done. Tell your mom I'm glad I could help her out, but that I needed to go. Good luck with your business."

Seonghwa gave you a sad look, but nodded in understanding.

As soon as Hongjoong had you back on the ship, he let you go, beginning to bark orders at the crew.

"Let's get out of here!"

While he was distracted, you hurried off, searching for Minho. You hadn't seen him on the deck, so you thought he was in his room.

You burst into his bedroom, but he was nowhere to be seen. After searching different areas of the ship, you found him in the galley, cleaning the tables.

"Minho!"

"Y/n. You're back." He responded, seeming surprised.

"Not by choice."

"Well, just because you're being forced to stay on this ship, doesn't mean you should be forced to be around Hongjoong. You can stay in my room if you want to."

"Thank you. What are you doing down here?"

"Hongjoong put me on kitchen duty when I refused to tell him where you were."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's fine. I don't mind cleaning up down here."

"Well, I appreciate that you kept my secret and tried to protect me." You smiled, giving him a light hug.

Just then, Hongjoong burst into the galley.

"I look away for two seconds and you've run off again. Now I find you hanging all over him."

He stormed over, grabbing your upper arm.

"Come here. We have some talking to do."

"Let go of her." Minho snapped. "You've forced her back on this ship. That should be enough."

"I'll deal with you later." Hongjoong pointed, pulling you out of the room.

You shouted at him as he dragged you all the way to the captain's quarters, calling him every name you could think of. Even when he released your arm, you continued ranting and raving.

"I can't even explain how angry I am right now!"

The door was then locked shut, causing you to spin around, abruptly. Hongjoong stood a few feet from you, his eyes dark as they stared into yours.

"Don't look at me like that. You have no right to be acting this w—"

You were cut off as Hongjoong pressed you against the door, his arms trapping you.

"I have every right to be acting this way. You're mine, remember?"

"I'm no one's."

You had barely gotten the sentence out of your mouth when his lips pressed harshly against yours. You had no time to react and were left frozen in place, your mind scrambling to make sense of what was going on.

Your eyes unconsciously fluttered closed as you allowed yourself to give in momentarily.

Hongjoong kissed you hungrily, letting out small growls that vibrated against your lips. You wanted so desperately to push him away. Your mind screamed at you to do so, but you couldn't. He had your mind in such a fog you couldn't seem to care what was wrong and what was right. Hongjoong's head tilted to the side, allowing his mouth to fit more closely with yours.

This is not right. This is not right.

Your senses finally kicked in and you pulled away, your hand making contact with Hongjoong's cheek as a resounding smack filled the air.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hongjoong placed a hand on his stinging cheek as he took a step back, a mildly shocked expression on his face.

"You got mad that I ran away, chased me down, acted like the biggest jerk ever, then all of a sudden you just kiss me?" You questioned. "What did you think that was gonna do?"

"I..." He trailed off.

"If you thought I would confess my love to you and forgive you, you're wrong. I don't love you. I love the old Hongjoong. The one who isn't this." You said, gesturing to him. "Just so you know, I'm sleeping in Minho's room tonight. If you need me, that's where I'll be." You told him, turning to leave.

"Wait." Hongjoong took hold of your wrist, this time much more softly, almost pleading. "Don't go."

You gave him an expectant look, waiting to see what he had to say. Though he was being a pompous jerk, he was still your friend and you were willing to hear him out.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me lately. You're right. This whole captain thing has gotten to my head. Being a pirate and being in charge of everyone made me feel like I could take whatever I wanted, that included you."

He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing.

"The truth is, I love you—yes, I said love. Before you and I started this journey together I liked you, but over the years that turned into something more. My feelings for you combined with my sudden superiority complex made me think you belonged to me. In reality, I just couldn't stand the thought of not seeing you again. It made my chest hurt."

Your gaze softened a bit.

Truthfully, you'd held some feelings for Hongjoong. Though, you tried to bury them, they were slowly resurfacing after his heartfelt confession.

"I had no reason to go after you like that. I should have just let you stay. You were right. You don't belong to me." He added.

That's all it took.

You grabbed his collar, pulling him forward and swiftly placing your lips on his. Hongjoong's words meant a lot to you and you were more than willing to forgive him.

He was stiff at first, not expecting you to initiate the kiss. Then, once he registered what was happening he started to reciprocate, kissing you with just as much hunger and ferocity as he was minutes earlier. There was so much passion and desperation in the kiss that it left you breathless. One of his hands made it's way to your waist while the other rested on your upper back, pulling you closer to him. His lips fully encased yours a few times before taking your bottom lips between his teeth. You were blown away by his kissing skills, your mind and body turning to mush.

When he parted ways, you found yourself gasping for breath, your chest heaving up and down. You didn't get a lot of time to relax as Hongjoong began leaving open-mouth kisses down your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as your fingers tangled themselves in Hongjoong's tousled mullet, grabbing at the long strands. Small gasps left you when his teeth grazed your skin. You never thought he would be so bold, but you weren't complaining at all.

Hongjoong pulled away, his eyes glazed over as he stared into your own. His lips were puffy from the intense makeout session and his cheeks were flushed—and this time it wasn't from alcohol.

"Don't ever run away from me again." He murmured hoarsely, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

"Don't do anything stupid and I won't."

He let out a short chuckle. "I promise. I also wanna say that I'm sorry for looting that town. I should have listened to you. I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you."

"Whatever it takes?" You questioned.

He nodded.

"Well, there is one thing."

Hongjoong returned the stolen items to the small town, apologizing for his actions. He continuously said he wasn't the type of person to do such horrible things and that he hopes the townspeople could forgive him.

Being the selfless people they were, the citizens forgave Hongjoong and even allowed him to keep some of the things he and the crew had looted. It was just enough supplies to last everyone until they got to another town. Mrs. Park and Seonghwa were happy to see you and understood that, while you had a good time staying in the town, your true home was at sea with Hongjoong. Mrs. Park even gave you her specialty cake as a parting gift.

"I baked it after you left." She told you.

"Don't you want to save some of this for yourself?"

"No." She shook her head. "You take it. Share it with the crew and that headstrong captain of yours."

You chuckled at her choice of adjective.

"He wasn't always so headstrong." You commented, glancing across the way at Hongjoong as he chatted with one of the townspeople. "That's why I'm here to be his voice of reason."

"Good." Mrs. Park smiled. "A man like him needs a strong woman by his side to keep him in check."

You chuckled lightly in response.

"Hey." Hongjoong cut in as he approached, snaking an arm around your waist. "We should get going."

You gave Seonghwa and Mrs. Park a bittersweet smile. "Thank you both for all the fond memories and giving me somewhat of a vacation."

"You're welcome." Seonghwa grinned.

"Come back anytime, dear." Mrs. Park smiled warmly.

With that, everyone boarded the ship and set sail once again.

"Mrs. Park gave me a cake." You smiled, showing Hongjoong. "It's her specialty."

"Looks good. Why don't we try it out?"

"It's to share with the crew." You told him, pulling it away.

"I'll share." Hongjoong responded with pleading eyes.

"I'll make sure you do."

"Hey." He piped up. "You know what goes good with cake?"

"What?"

"A party!"

For the first time in months, a party actually sounded fun.

Sour notes traveled through the night air as the crew sang out of tune. The celebration had just kicked off, so you knew the unpleasant singing wasn't from alcohol, though you expected it to get worse as the night went on.

Even Minho joined in on the celebrating, singing along with the crew and dancing around.

You sat alone on the forecastle deck watching the stars, the garbled singing once again becoming background noise.

The gentle thump of boots approaching caught you attention. You turned your head just as Hongjoong sat down next to you.

"What are you doing up here all alone? The party's not boring, is it?"

"No. I just wanted to watch the stars."

"Well, I brought you a slice of cake."

"Ah. Thank you." You smiled, taking the small plate from him. "What about you?"

"I thought we could share it." He responded, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

You tried to hold back a grin as he took the fork, getting a small bite of cake, bringing it to your lips.

You allowed Hongjoong to feed you, your eyes widening once you tasted the sweet treat.

"Mrs. Park was right. This is definitely her specialty." You commented.

"Wait." Hongjoong reached out, his fingers delicately holding your chin, turning you towards him. "You have something on you."

You didn't have time to respond as Hongjoong leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, sending a rush of heat across your face.

He parted ways, letting out a chuckle as he licked his lips. "Got it."

You playfully smacked his shoulder, turning away in embarrassment.

"I can't believe you did that."

"But you liked it."

"A little." You responded, shyly.

"Oh. I almost forgot." He muttered, getting to his feet. "Wait here."

Hongjoong hurried off, returning moments later.

"Look what I got." He held up a bottle. "I told you I'd get us some fine wine."

"Where'd you get it?"

"Someone in that town gave it to me. He said it's meant to be shared with someone you love and then gestured to you." He chuckled. "I don't know how he knew we were together, but I have wine because of it."

"What are you waiting for? Let's open it."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

He popped the cork on the bottle, handing it to you. "M'lady." He offered.

You gladly took the bottle, taking a sip and humming in approval before handing it to him.

Your head rested on his shoulder as he took a large gulp of alcohol, setting the bottle on the deck.

"I love you, Hongjoong."

The words unconsciously slipped out, but you didn't care. Hongjoong's head rested on top of yours as he responded.

"I love you too, Y/n."

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YOUR POST.

a/n: i hate hoes who open their gaping mouth n talk shit about u, even though ur an online creator w a slight social presence. imagine calling a stranger spoiled, a bitch, and telling them to kill themselves, even though they've never spoken to you, and simply posted something you disagree with? couldnt be me, LOL! imagine being so childish? (u forgot petty btw ;)) tag me b4 u spread ur legs again to shit talk me, you spineless, nosy, slow ass, cunt!! xoxo)

also, do me a favour n send esha spiders to her home address!! she loves them!! she wants them all over her bum. hi esha!!

c/w: out-of-character sanemi, masturbation, jealous sanemi, slightly stalker-ish?, public masturbation?? hes in his car idk

He was constantly monitoring your social media. It felt as if he was persistently on your page. Watching you. Watching your body. 

He was addicted. He couldn't let you leave him. 

You could say that you've parted ways. Still, your presence remained in his heart.

And his head remained clouded by his perverse thoughts.

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Sanemi slid into the driver's seat once more, following his brief journey to the petrol station. Outside, it was dingy and late. There weren't many vehicles within the area.

He stared out the window, taking in the serene moment. It was quiet and silent, with many shops shuttered. The majority of apartment windows were dark, indicating that the occupants had been sleeping.

His mind pondering endlessly, he took his phone from his pocket. His thumb scrolled mindlessly, prolonging his journey home. 

As he clicked on his social medias, the sudden urge to look at your page swiftly struck him. He held an unhealthy attachment. He needed to know how you were. 

You still belonged to him after all, he strongly thought. He held the freedom to stalk your online presence as much as he pleased.

Heaven forbid that you had found a new boyfriend. A substitute for him. He wouldn't forgive it. He would have ensured that he implemented action against him. 

As he visits your page, he discovers a fresh post. Another work of art to marvel at. He swallows idly, tapping the screen. 

As the image was displayed on his phone, he felt a strong surge of shock. And intense thoughts of arousal.

He stares at the scene, his mind racing with numerous thoughts. It was a beach post, your attire almost provocative. Your apparel was tight and highlighted the intricate details of your body. He consumed it entirely.

He bit his lip and kept his eyes riveted to his phone. What a tease you were. You knew he would grow thrilled by your body. 

His clothing felt tight as his cock began to pulse, and harden beneath the material. You were devious, he thought. Your body was pleading for him.

His palms grew damp, and his body tensed. He craved relief.

His eyes remained centred on his phone, as his fingers crept gradually to his zip. Quivering digits slowly curled, tugging downward. As it opened, he fumbled to his belt. He loosened himself, providing his waist slight solace. 

With simple access, he swiftly pulled aside the soft material of his briefs, releasing his eager shaft. His bulbous tip oozed glistening droplets of pre. 

With a quivering breath, he curled his hand over his pulsating erection. His veins jerked fiercely. 

His lips groan with ecstasy as his hand glides in a steady rhythm. His thoughts were centred on you. Only you. 

His hips jerked lightly as his chest heaved. His brows pinched together, and his cheeks flushed. 

He thought of you in compromising scenarios. In altering positions. He envisioned how you would plead for him, as his cock gradually plunged within you. The tight cavity of your walls, writhing around him. 

His hands surged quicker, as his hips bucked more viciously. 

His fingers trembled, as his phone nearly fell from his grasp. He darted a glance at your face. Your lips. He recalls their soft, tender touch. Their supple feel. His head rolls back, and a deep groan slips from his chest.

He envisioned them wrapped around his rushing shaft. How he'd grasp your hair and rock his hips fiercely into your throat. He'd watch his seed fill your mouth and slowly drip past your lips. 

“Fuck… cockslut… just beggin’ for this cock, huh?”, his words a heavy breath. He couldn't help himself. 

He felt himself fluttering more vigorously. With a few further strokes, his shaft gushed. Thick jets of his seed spilled from his straining cock, as he groaned with delight. He immersed himself in the moment, his mind blurred with bliss. 

He buried himself in heaven. 

He takes a moment to replenish his breath. His hazy thoughts gradually returned to clarity. 

He gazed at his palm, which was now coated in his ecstacy. His thighs trembled faintly, and his body felt almost overwhelmed. 

“Fuck…”, he whispered softly. What an influence you had on him. 

He knew one thing for definite.

 He needed to bring you back. 

#sanemi smut #sanemi shinaguzawa #sanemi x reader #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi x you #sanemi x y/n #shinazugawa sanemi x reader #kny fanfic #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer imagines #shinazugawa sanemi #kny sanemi #kny x reader #kny smut #kny imagines #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x reader #kny drabble #sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa smut #sanemi headcanons #sanemi shinazugawa x y/n

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Tenshi

Debut: WarioWare, Inc.: Mega Microgame$!

I know what you're thinking. It's been four grueling days since the last post about some kind of fictional cube. Don't worry! Cube delivery right here! Even the most humble of gray blocks is a beautiful and valuable thing. Far too valuable for some schmuck like ME to touch with my oily, mortal, mammal skin. Only the divine can be trusted with delivering this block!

This gray block is the ground for our feathered friend Pyoro! He needs to eat those Beans, and if he can't stand on a solid surface while doing so... well, I can't stand to imagine such a calamity! The beans are ruthless. Just a single gently drifting bean can obliterate a poor block, making a gap Pyoro cannot cross, restricting his movement! What Bad Beans!

But even among Bad Beans, there are some Blessed Beans! When this funny bird eats the right bean, something happens. The heavens are notified. God must intervene. Even if He may have been watching over the entire universe, He knows something dire has happened in one small area. He can't let the beans prevail. He must send His angels!

That's what Tenshi means! It means Angel. This is one of those funny situations where an entity's name is just a regular word in Japanese, but it has never technically been referred to in English, so we gotta just accept the Japanese name as official until further notice. They come bearing gray cubes from above for Pyoro to scuttle atop! Anything to let him eat some more beans! It's a very important matter!

In WarioWare Gold's remake of Pyoro, as well as Super Pyoro, the Blocks have received a makeover! Please let me know if you were a Gray Block Enthusiast who is miffed about them now being made of real dirt and grass and looking kinda Minecrafty! I feel neutral to good about the change, though. It's a handsome block. Maybe it can be argued that it lessens the strange ambiguity of Pyoro's whole situation for the blocks to be more "realistic". But if that is a concern to you, then maybe you should think about other things. Sorry. Look, Tenshi now has a halo in game! Yay.

Super Pyoro introduces a few new mechanics to the classic gameplay, including a new Hidden Bonus Area in space! Here, beans abound on conveyor belts, being put there by food service Tenshi wearing little uniforms! Retail workers are the real angels!

To get to this stage, you must allow a beanstalk to grow by letting a bean fall through a hole in the ground... will you sacrifice one of our beloved Blocks to let this happen? Is it worth it? Does the presence of unique Cloud Blocks in the bonus area make up for it? It is up to you! And up to Anubis when he inevitably weighs your heart someday! I hope you made the right decision!

Tenshi is a very Ko Takeuchi character design, by which I mean it is one of those very simple Little White Guys he is always drawing. All the time! Rhythm Heaven is full of them, not nearly limited to just the Chorus Kids, and WarioWare gets its fair share of them, too! What can I say! The man just loves to draw Little White Guys!

#tenshi #angel #pyoro #super pyoro #warioware #warioware inc mega microgames #warioware gold #mario #mario allies #wario #wario allies #mod chikako

[unclewaynemunson]

Belated happy birthday to @steviesbicrisis! Your bday post made me think about a steddie pride and prejudice au with a twist so this one's for you :D

(obviously this takes place in a world where gay marriage has always been completely normal. Fuck historic accuracy)

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Steve feels his face light up when an all-too-familiar knock sounds through the house; there's only one person in his life who tirelessly drums out the most elaborately ridiculous rhythms on the wood of the door. 

Unsurprisingly, Eddie stumbles inside a moment later. Something is different, though, Steve notices that much right away. His friend doesn't barge into the room to drape himself over the couch like he usually does. Instead, he closes the door behind him and keeps standing still right in front of it.

'I have some news for you,' he says, in a strangely solemn voice.

'Is something wrong?' Steve asks, immediately worried.

'No.' Eddie shakes his head. He smiles, but it's only a weak version of his usual bright grin and it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 'No, it's um... It's good news.' He nods, almost as if he's saying that to convince himself, and Steve feels a frown creep onto his own face.

'I'm engaged. To Keith.'

For a few seconds, Steve can do nothing but stare at him.

'Engaged?' he then stupidly repeats.

'Yes.' Eddie nods again.

'To be married?!' Steve asks urgently.

Now, Eddie rolls his eyes. 'Yes of course, Steve, what other kind of engaged is there?'

Steve feels his jaw drop. 'How– Why–'

'Oh for heavens sake, Steve,' Eddie impatiently interrupts his stuttered, unfinished questions. 'There's no earthly reason why I shouldn't accept his hand.'

'But he's – ridiculous!' Steve finally manages to spit out.

And something shifts in Eddie's posture. 'Well, not all of us can afford to be romantic,' he says with a chilly edge to his voice. ‘He's rich, he can give me a comfortable home and a reasonable position in society – I wouldn't dare ask for more.'

'Eddie,' Steve says. He doesn't even know where to start. He wants to tell Eddie exactly how much more he deserves than some gross creep, how he's betraying everything he stands for by marrying Keith, how he's signing for a life devoid of any happiness – but before he can even begin to properly phrase any of those thoughts, Eddie already narrows his eyes at him. He looks at him like a cornered animal, and Steve understands that Eddie interprets his silence not as caring, but as judging, or maybe even pity.

'I am twenty-seven years old,' Eddie says, his voice colored with a kind of forced calmness. 'I have no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my uncle. And I'm frightened. So don't judge me, Steve, don't you dare judge me.' Then, he resolutely turns around and opens the door.

'Eddie, wait,' Steve quickly says.

For a second, it looks like he won't listen, like he will walk away without looking back – but then, he turns his head around, and Steve sees tears glistening in his eyes.

'I – I'm not judging you. I'll respect your choice, even if I don't understand it. Don't cry, please.' He knows it's a useless thing to do, telling people not to cry, but he hates seeing this look on Eddie's face. It makes his hands itch with the desire to hold him.

'I’m just... You caught me off-guard. I didn't know you were interested in marriage all of a sudden.'

'Why does it matter?' Eddie asks with an arched eyebrow. 'Were you planning on asking me if I was?'

And that question, phrased in such a sarcastic way, paired with the defensive look in Eddie's eyes... The insinuation of how truly preposterous that would be feels exactly how Steve would imagine getting stabbed in the heart would feel like.

It makes him realize that he has nothing left to lose. Eddie will walk out of that door – maybe they'll make up, maybe they won't, but their friendship will never be the same as before Eddie got engaged to Keith.

'What would you say if I was?'

Eddie stares at him. He opens his mouth, then closes it again.

Steve just stands there, waiting, until the surprise on Eddie's face makes place for something more unreadable.

'Don't be ridiculous now, Steve.'

'Is it truly that much more ridiculous than you marrying Keith?'

'Are you seriously asking me to marry you only to keep me away from Keith?'

'No, I –' Steve pauses; he wishes he would have had time to think about what to say. It feels like his words won't ever be able to do his feelings justice.

'I have loved you for years, Eddie,' he finally admits. 'And if you truly want to marry Keith, I won't try to change your mind. But I can't let you go without telling you the truth.'

Eddie's eyes widen as he lets the words sink in with a shocked look on his face.

'You love me?' he repeats in a slightly raspy voice.

Steve nods, only to be met with more silence, as the clock on the wall ticks away the seconds.

'You don't have to say anything. I just needed you to know.'

'Steve... Is this a goddamn proposal or not?'

'I don't know.'

'You don't know?!'

'I mean, it isn't – I don't think it is.’ Steve stumbles through the words. ‘I don't want you to choose me because I'm richer, or – or better-looking than Keith... I only want to marry for love, and I'm not as arrogant to expect you to feel the same way about me.'

'Oh, Steve...' The shock on Eddie's face melts away, softening his features and making the look in his eyes gentler.

'You don't need to pity me.’

'No, no way, I'm not pitying you,' Eddie answers. He takes two big steps towards Steve, wraps his hands around Steve's. They're warm and familiar and making him miss what he can't have even stronger.

'If I had known... Stevie, I would've never said yes to Keith, it's not even close to a competition. If I had known I could have you, all this time... I never even thought I'd stand a chance. You're probably the most perfect person I know, and I'm, well, just Eddie.'

'Oh, we need to work on your self-esteem, baby.' The pet name slips out of Steve's mouth before he can help it, and it brings that beaming bright smile to Eddie's face; the smile that Steve loves so much.

He feels Eddie’s hands slide around his waist and they rest their foreheads together, both breathing shakily, trying desperately not to let their emotions overpower them.

'Does this mean that we're engaged now?' Steve finally manages to ask; his voice is shaking but he needs to hear it. He needs to be sure that he indeed gets to hold the man in front of him for the rest of their lives.

Eddie utters a tearful chuckle. 'I suppose I have another wedding to cancel first.'

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #in which steve is lizzy and eddie is charlotte AND THEY'RE GAY FOR EACH OTHER OKAY #who's darcy i don't know him #okay listen i know this is kind of ridiculous but i had a lot of fun writing it #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[pogueswrld]

Could you please do “ I want you to feel good” with John Murphy? I love your imagines! 😍

this was deep in my asks and it's half-assed I'm so sorry

*•.¸♡ drunk ♡¸.•*

pairing: john murphy x fem!reader

summary: murphy is drunk on his lover, and he's not afraid to show her

warning: smut!!! 🦢 pussy drunk john giving reader head basically, and some praise ig

note: this is super super short I'm sorry :/

“Fuck!”

y/n was sure that if John didn’t have his arms wrapped around her hips and thighs, she would have flown away by now.

His hold on her was tight, with his hands intertwined just above her belly button. His face was buried in her cunt, nose nudging at her clit and tongue lapping up her juices. He could almost swear he was in heaven. Every time he looked up at her and saw her face, her expression only amplified that belief.

He was far too good for her to remain silent, and he was unstoppable. Pulling one orgasm after the other from her like they were ribbons coming out of a magician’s hat. He had her squirming and whimpering, but he never let her go. He was drunk on her taste and feel, he never wanted to let her go.

“Johnny,” she whimpered, her fingers buried in his strands, tugging at his roots every time his tongue penetrated her and fucked her without rhythm. “I’m gonna cum again.” 

Her words were mere gasps, and it made a smug smirk pull at his lips. “Oh I know you are, angel. I can feel you.” She whined at his words, and the noise made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

There was something so pure about seeing the person you love more than anything enjoy themselves, but to know that you’re the one giving them pleasure? Murphy was certain he was going to cum in his pants.

With a brand new sense of need and desperation, Murphy put all his energy into pulling that one more orgasm from his lover. Using his fingers to stimulate her while overwhelming her clit into overdrive, y/n was squealing his name within minutes. She gushed and clenched around his fingers, and John pulled away just enough to see her. His pupils dilated and his mind was completely blown.

He looked up at her, watching the way her chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch her breath, then spread little kisses throughout her inner thighs. “You look so pretty, baby. I’m so proud of you, you did so well for me.”

#john murphy smut #john murphy #john murphy x reader #john murphy the 100 #john murphy imagine #the 100

[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Illumi x Reader x ??????

Part 21

part 20

part 22

taglist: @tsukilover11 @mercyboluthecrazychicken @sxyriii @merinfawleygoestohogwarts @shidoni-san @living4tomrua

if you want to be tagged in the next update, comment a red heart ❤️ and make sure your blog can be mentioned/tagged!!

A/N: 100 Jenny=1 USD. Also I decided to treat y’all with some fluff because the story is about to become angsty in the next few chapters ><

(Name) peered into the dark hallway, the feeling of eyes on her causing her to hesitate. She’d just left the dining hall, having been confused when she was the only one to eat dinner. Usually there was at least one other person, but tonight was different.

The Zoldyck Manor was always cold, but tonight (Name) regretted not wearing a cardigan over her thin summer dress. She usually was able to tolerate the chill, but the lack of light and her arms bare to the world caused her to shiver.

Making her way to her room in the dark wasn’t easy, especially when she couldn’t stop turning around to see if someone was following her.

It was quiet, too quiet. She should have at least seen or heard a butler cleaning or roaming the halls, but they wasn’t a single soul and sight. So why couldn’t she shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone?

(Name) opened the door to her room, closing it behind her as quickly as possible. She held a hand to her chest, her heart thumping painfully against her ribs. She couldn’t understand why she felt so scared, but upon entering the sanctity of her room, the feeling of eyes on her vanished.

Had it all been her imagination, a cocktail of her fear of the dark and the strange quiet that had overtaken the manor? Perhaps.

She readied herself for bed, changing into a pair of pajamas and slipping between the sheets before passing out.

—————

“Illumi.”

Hisoka stood directly outside (Name)’s room, listening to the sound of her sleeping. Said assassin had a vice grip on the magician’s arm, his eyes wide and wild.

“Why are you stopping me? Having second thoughts?”

Illumi bit his lip hard enough for red droplets to dribble down his pale chin, his eyes boring into Hisoka’s with an intensity enough to make the magician moan. “And what if I am?”

Hisoka grinned at the man, easily removing Illumi’s hand from his arm. “Then you’re more of a lovesick fool than I thought.”

Illumi watched Hisoka leave, the magician stopping near the bottom of the stairs.

“I’ll be headed to the Heavens Arena. I have some…” he licked his lips, groaning lightly, “new toys to play with.”

And with that, he was gone.

Illumi looked down at his hands, his vision blurry. Why did he hesitate? She needed to be taught a lesson, to learn her place in the world, with him. He just wanted to protect her…

But would he really be protecting her if he allowed her to get hurt? Wasn’t that just hypocritical?

He had thought he could bare it, thinking that her momentary suffering would be for the greater good.

But then he remembered how he felt when he saw her on the infirmary bed, barely clinging to life. He hadn’t told her that his match with her had nearly taken her life, because he didn’t want to believe it himself. How could one person be so weak to go into shock from a few broken ribs?

Right then and there Illumi had promised himself to keep her from harm, and yet there he was, planning on using her pain to manipulate her.

Was he really worthy of thinking he could protect her, when he couldn’t even protect her from himself?

Maybe she could survive a broken leg, but what if she couldn’t? What would he do if his jealousy and paranoia was the cause of her death? Could he ever forgive himself?

Illumi opened the door to her room, approaching the bed as if he was on a job, quiet as a mouse. He watched over her sleeping form, her chest rising and falling in rhythm.

He kneeled beside her, pushing a few pieces of hair out of her face, marveling at her beauty. ‘Soft…’ he thought, his fingers digging into the fat of her cheek just hard enough to take in the texture.

She stirred slightly, whining in her sleep at the feeling of him poking her cheek. (Name) swatted at his hand sleepily before turning away, snuggling into her pillow.

Illumi couldn’t help but chuckle. While awake, she may have put up with his shenanigans with a sweet smile, but no one liked being disturbed in their sleep.

Illumi began to think of how he may have dehumanized her and her kindness. For some reason, he assumed any transgression he committed against her would be forgiven because of her big heart. After all, she became his friend even after knowing he was an assassin and had been unkind to Killua. Surely there was no limit to the kindness she was willing to dish out?

No. (Name) was human, and Illumi shuttered to think how she might react if his plan was ever uncovered. If he had gone through with it, would she ever forgive him? Would she look at him with that pretty smile on her face and roll over, allowing him to step all over her tender flesh?

She loved like a dog, but dogs can bite back.

Illumi studied her face, taking in every detail. What would he do if she ever left him? Would he take her back by force? He didn’t want to think about that. She wouldn’t leave him, not unless he gave her a reason to.

“Illumi?”

He hadn’t noticed her (e/c) had opened until he heard her voice. (Name) blinked the sleep away from her eyes as illumi leaned back, sweat beading down his forehead.

Illumi usually didn’t have to think before doing something that would benefit him in the long run. If it meant he would get his way, he’d manipulate and hurt whoever he needed to.

But when (Name) looked up at him with those innocent (e/c) and sweet smile, he couldn’t help but shake away the thought from his mind. Of course he couldn’t hurt her, or have any part in causing harm to come her way. She was his light, the ray of sunshine in the darkness he was forced to dwell in.

“Did you just get back home?”

Illumi nodded. “Yes. Did you miss me?”

She giggled, reaching out and cupping his cheek. “Maybe!”

He leaned into her touch, allowing a pathetic sigh to leave his lips. “I missed you terribly, (Name).”

She sheepishly looked away and pulled her hand back. “It felt like someone was watching me earlier.” She changed the subject, hiding her flushed expression from him.

“Hmm. It must of been your imagination, but I’ll make sure we up security if it makes you feel any better.”

He watched her brows knit together. “It’s not just that, there haven’t been any butlers around since dinner. I don’t expect them to be working all night, but usually they’re everywhere. It was a little unsettling.”

She was more perceptive than he’d given her credit for. Illumi only nodded in response, sitting on the bed.

“They could be busy with something, like tending to my family or fending off intruders.” Illumi said, avoiding her eyes. He couldn’t look her in the eyes and blatantly lie. He may be able to get away with half truths, but she could tell when he was straight up lying.

“Hmm. I didn’t think anyone would try to intrude on a family of assassins.” (Name) mused, playing with her hair.

“It’s more common than you think. That’s why we have Mike.”

“Ah. That makes sense…”

It did make sense, it really did, but something was wrong. She didn’t know what was, but something at the back of her mind was telling her he wasn’t being completely truthful. She pushed these thoughts away.

‘Illumi is my friend, he wouldn’t hurt me. Ever.’

She let her hands rest in her lap, a yawn escaping her lips. “I’m going to go back to sleep. Goodnight Illumi.”

The man stood, taking one last look at her before leaving.

“Goodnight, (Name).”

When illumi returned to his room, he lifted the bag of Valentine’s Day treats into his arms, snacking on the baked goods. She’d made them with him in mind. There was dark chocolate, and the cookies were less sweet.

“What did I do to deserve such a wonderful girl?”

—————

(Name) was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the way people were staring at her.

After she’d woken up, Illumi escorted her to breakfast and hadn’t left her side since. Every employee and butler seemed to gawk at her, Illumi sending a glare to every single one.

“Do I have something on my face?” She asked after Illumi had taken her to the training hall to work out. He shook his head, giving her a once over.

“Nothing is out of place. Is there a reason you’re asking?”

He already knew the answer. The night before he told the employees that she’d be leaving her room in the morning with a broken leg, but she was walking around just fine. After she fell asleep, he had crept back into her room to watch her until she woke up. It was the only thing that could quell his anxious heart.

Thanks to that, he hadn’t informed the employees his change in plans, making them unaware of the situation at hand.

“Sorry, it’s nothing.”

He watched her smooth out her shirt before relaxing onto the floor.

Illumi was a lot easier on her than Kalluto was, only having her walk half a mile and do 3 sets of 10 push ups to warm up. He seemed to be softer on her in a lot of ways, except when it came to criticism.

“That stance is incorrect. If you were attacked, they would be able to knock you over instantly.”

He demonstrated by kicking her feet out from under her then catching her against his chest. “See?”

She nodded, standing again. “Mmm, that’s better, not perfect but better.”

It went on like this for a while, putting her into different stances before they broke for lunch.

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A few months passed like this, with Illumi training her day in and out. She was improving, and fast. Before, she could barely hold Ren for a few minutes at a time, and now she was holding it for up to 30 minutes.

Her fighting skills were getting better, but her real talent was her nen ability.

(Name) was a specialist, focusing on healing. With a single touch, she could heal surface wounds. Applying pressure would help heal bruises. With a kiss, she could mend gashes and broken bones with ease, although this skill took a lot of energy.

The more intimate and the more pressure applied the more effective the healing. It also had a lot to do with her feelings for that specific person. If she cared for them, her nen was more effective.

She hadn’t tested her ability on someone she hated yet, so she was unsure of what would happen if she did. (Name) knew in her heart, however, that her ability would never work on someone she hated, and may even be used to hurt them.

If her ability was based off of feelings and intimacy, there was a burning question that needed to be answered.

Would sexual intercourse with someone she loved be the pinnacle of her ability?

Illumi had only brought up the topic once.

“(Name), your nen works based on intimacy, correct? The deeper the connection between you and the patient means the better your nen works.”

She nodded, not looking up from her book. He hummed, staring at her from the corner of his eye.

“Does that mean your ability would be its most powerful during sex?”

(Name) slammed her book shut, turning to look up at him with a shocked red face.

“Illumi! Why would you ask me that?” She scolded, the tips of her ears turning pink.

The man stared down at her, his eyes unreadable. “Well, I just want to know if you’ll be having sex with random people to heal them.”

“Nope, never. Kissing injuries is the farthest I’m willing to go.” She said, shaking her head rapidly.

He paused, grabbing her chin and turning her head in his direction.

“What if I was so badly injured that your kisses wouldn’t work?”

The room was silent, (Name)’s eyes wide. He’d never seen her so flustered, pride swelling in his chest that he made her feel this way.

(Name) smacked his hand away, picking up her book and going back to reading. “Let’s just hope that never happens.”

—————

It was now the middle of June, and (Name) had been working tirelessly to train her nen. Because of her hard work and efforts, she decided she deserved a day off, and wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Oh Illumi~”

(Name) burst into his room, having become much more comfortable with him over the past few weeks. Illumi lounged on his bed, shirtless with a pair of sweatpants that hung on his waist lazily.

Even though she was more relaxed in his presence, she still wasn’t used to seeing men, super attractive ones at that, shirtless all the time.

“Yes, (Name)?” Illumi gave her an amused smirk when she struggled to answer him, catching her eyeing his chest and abs.

“I… I want to go to town! Together!” She exclaimed, standing stiff in the doorway.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Illumi teased, earning a squeak from his friend.

“N-no! I just know you won’t let me go alone…” she mumbled, folding her arms.

She was wearing overalls over a pink sweater, a pair of rain boots on her feet. Ah, it had been raining lately, hadn’t it?

While she had gotten more comfortable around him, he was more comfortable teasing and poking at her. He enjoyed her reactions, but would always relent. Illumi didn’t want to make her dislike him, after all.

“Mmm… alright. I get to pick out where we go this time.”

——————

Illumi stepped out of the limousine, an amused smirk on his face.

(Name) had picked out his outfit, a white tshirt and jeans(he didn’t often wear jeans, but still had them for the off chance he wanted to wear them).

Even wearing such a simple outfit, he was still ogled at by both the male and female population.

This is what amused Illumi. (Name) had taken a possessive grip on his wrist, giving his admirers dirty looks as she escorted him into the place Illumi had picked.

“Hello, welcome to the Padokea Aquarium, how may I help you?”

A pretty blonde sat behind the counter, smiling politely. (Name) approached, Illumi’s hand still in her’s.

“Hi, I bought our tickets online!”

(Name) pulled up the receipts on her phone and the woman scanned them. Illumi almost laughed. She was sneaky, buying his ticket for him when he wasn’t looking. “Here, I’ll need to stamp your hand.”

(Name) let go of Illumi’s hand temporarily to get her hand stamped, then watched as the blond held his hand tenderly to stamp his. (Name) frowned, Illumi catching it out of the corner of his eye.

“There you go! Would you like to purchase a chip to exchange to feed the stingrays? They’re 15000 Jenny a piece!”

(Name) pursed her lips. “Sorry, but n-“

“We’ll take two.”

Illumi sat the money on the table, picking up the chips and handing one to (Name) she looked at it, an embarrassed, yet giddy smile on her face.

She didn’t know Illumi knew her better than she thought.

flashback

(Name), then a much younger girl, hummed to herself as she dropped wild blackberries into her basket. She’d been waiting for Illumi for a while now, and decided to waste some time by collecting blackberries.

After all, it was her fault for getting the time they were supposed to meet mixed up. She was a bit of a ditz, really.

“What are you doing?”

Illumi had appeared behind her, observing her from his place leaned against a tree. Although she had gotten more used to him randomly appearing in a close proximity to her, she still jumped when he did.

“Oh, Illumi! I got here early so I decided to pick these wild blackberries! They make a super good jam that I sell in town.”

He hummed, tilting his head. “What do you plan on doing with the money you make?”

She looked to him, her eyes sparkling. This was the first time his heart thumped against his chest when she looked at him, the young assassin ignoring it quickly.

“I’m gonna get some tickets to the Padokea Aquarium! We have a school field trip there next week, and all I have to do is make 30000 Jenny to go!”

Illumi would have offered to pay for her ticket, anything to keep that wistful smile on her face, but he knew she disliked receiving help from others. She was stubborn like that.

“I see. I guess I’ll pick some with you. Just bring some toast and jam next time you visit and I’ll consider it payment.”

The two spent their time together picking blackberries, though most of them ended up stuffed in their mouths.

Their next meet up was less fun.

(Name) was 15 minutes late, Illumi looking down at his watch with a scowl. She would be a little late sometimes, but 15 minutes was stretching it.

Before he could make his way to her home, she appeared in the tree line, her head slumped and her movements slow. He was quick to pick up on this, approaching her quietly.

“(Name)? Is something the matter?”

When she looked up at him, he felt his heart catch in his throat. She had a big bruise on her cheek, with eyes red and puffy from crying. The girl sniffled, plopping down on the stump.

“What happened?”

Illumi didn’t come into physical contact with (Name) often, but he couldn’t help his fingers lifting to brush against her cheek, his eyes wide with anger.

“… I didn’t get to go to the aquarium.” She answered, leaning into his touch. He scowled, lifting her chin for her to meet his eyes.

“What else?”

She could tell he meant business. If she lied or refused to tell him, he’d be angry. He had his ways of getting the truth out of her anyway, so there was no use in lying.

“I… I raised all the money to go, even enough to feed the stingrays… but…”

Tears fell from her already puffy eyes, Illumi stiffening.

“When I got to school, some of my classmates attacked me and took my money. The teachers wouldn’t believe me, so I had to stay at school while everyone else went to the aquarium.”

She was full on sobbing now, her head resting against his chest. For once, he allowed her this comfort, his fingers running through her hair as he seethed.

“… do you want me to kill them?”

(Name) looked up at him with her teary eyes, seeing he was being completely serious. She sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling into him.

“… no. Just… let me stay like this for a while.”

And he did. He allowed her to soak his shirt with tears and snot, only moving when she did. They sat together in silence for a while, her head leaned against his shoulder.

She never mentioned being bullied again, but Illumi was looking for signs now.

At least every other visit she arrived a bit less cheerful, sometimes with injuries or red, puffy eyes. It hurt him to see her like that, but he wouldn’t go against her wishes.

Illumi would promise himself to take her to the aquarium one day, and get her whatever she laid her eyes on. After all, she had showered him in love and small gifts, why couldn’t he do the same?

flashback end

That had been when Illumi first started to fall in love with her. Even though she was weak and helpless, he couldn’t help being drawn to her sweet nature and determination.

He laughed at the memory, causing (Name) to look up in confusion.

“What are you laughing at?” She asked, her hand back in his. He shook his head, walking with her towards the first part of the aquarium.

“Just a funny memory.”

She nodded, her attention on the first attraction. She rushed forward, pressing her cheek against the glass to get a better look at the fish. They were gold in color, swimming around the tank lazily.

“Illumi! Come here!”

(Name) turned back to look at the man, but his attention was on something else.

A woman had approached him. She was a pretty thing. Tall, thin, with big eyelashes and soft makeup that highlighted her natural beauty. The woman wore a simple pink dress, her hand resting a bit TOO comfortably against Illumi’s shoulder.

“Hi there, what’s a handsome man like you doing visiting an aquarium all by himself?”

She batted her eyelashes, leaning in closer. (Name) felt herself scowl, rushing forward to put some distance between the two.

“He’s not alone, actually.”

(Name) butted her way between them, intertwining her fingers with his. The girl looked her up and down, a less than friendly smile on her lips.

“Oh, I see. You guys dating?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. (Name) paused.

They weren’t dating, so why did she have a right to get in between Illumi and a possible love interest? She began to back off, when Illumi wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

“We are. Is there something you need?”

The woman was quick to leave, apologizing for butting in on their date. This left (Name) alone with Illumi, her head buried in his chest.

“She’s gone. Let’s continue.”

Illumi didn’t acknowledge her bashful face, but he did notice. He just took her hand and continued through the aquarium, stopping to watch (Name) gush over the fish and take pictures.

“… I don’t like when people approach you like that.”

(Name) spoke suddenly as her and Illumi licked ice cream cones he’d bought for them. They sat on a bench in front of a large tank, watching the various sea life swim by.

“Why, jealous?” he teased, stopping when she pouted.

“No, it just upsets me when I see them looking at you like that. It’s like you’re a piece of meat to them, but I know you’re not. You’re so much more.”

Illumi could feel the tips of his ears turning pink, licking his ice cream faster to cool down. “Oh, really? I’m pretty sure I caught you looking at me this morning.”

He cut his eyes to her, watching as she gasped and turned red. “You saw that? Ugh…”

She covered her flustered face, turning away. “You’re right, I’m no better than them.”

He sighed, pulling her close to him again. “I didn’t say that. You’ve never treated me differently because you find me attractive. Besides…”

He wiped his thumb against her lip, lifting it to his mouth to lick the ice cream that had been there off. “I don’t mind it, if it’s you.”

This time she wasn’t able to hide her red face, gaping at the man. It took her a few minutes to process what had happened as the gears turned in her brain. She shyly nuzzled her head into his arm, a pout on her lips. Illumi stood after a while, helping her up.

“Silly girl. Let’s keep moving.”

————

The rest of the visit to the aquarium was spent with (Name) holding onto his arm possessively, flaring up like an angry chihuahua when someone approached them. Illumi couldn’t lie, it felt nice to be protected so fiercely by the woman he loved.

“Oh, it’s the stingray feeding station!”

(Name) was jumping up and down, stars in her eyes. “Illumi, have I ever said you’re the bestest friend ever?”

He chuckled, leading her towards the exhibit. “A few times, yes.”

The two entered the room, taking in the smell of saltwater. (Name) almost passed out from excitement, taking in the sight with wide eyes.

There was a small booth set up in the corner where they exchanged their chips for two small buckets of fish. Illumi watched (Name) lean against the wall of the sting way tank, her heartbeat loud enough for Illumi’s keen ears to hear.

“Illumi. They’re so cute I’m gonna die.”

The little stingrays swam by (Name), the girl watching with her jaw agape. Watching her be so excited to see some fish made Illumi sigh in contentment, his heart soaring.

“Why don’t you try feeding them?” He offered, (Name) nodding.

She offered the stingray some fish between her fingers like the booth operated had instructed, gasping when it took the food from her hands.

“Ack!! Weird mouth!” She squealed, reeling back. Illumi caught her before she could slip and fall.

“(Name), you must be more careful.”

She could feel a laugh rumbling in his chest, a halfhearted pout on her lips.

The two spent a good 30 minutes feeding the stingrays and taking pictures. Illumi offered to buy her one, but she quickly declined, stating she had no idea how to take care of a stingray.

When they had their fill of the stingray exhibit, they exited the aquarium and entered the gift shop.

(Name) looked around, nothing really catching her attention. That was, until she saw a stingray plush with big dark eyes, reminding her of illumi. She checked her wallet, frowning when she realized she wouldn’t have enough.

As she turned away, illumi grabbed the plush, bringing it to the counter and checking out before she could even think. He plopped the stingray into her arms nonchalantly.

“Here, a souvenir.” He stated, not looking at her as he exited the gift shop. She followed behind him, carrying the large plush in her arms.

“Lumiii, wait up!” She called, jogging to catch up with him. She grabbed hold of his sleeve, huffing. “You’re always so fast.”

“Am I fast, or are you slow?”

He waited for her to snap back, but the feeling of her grip on his sleeve tightening caused him to look back.

Her eyes were focused on a man just a few feet away from them. He was handsome, with short, curly blonde hair and striking green eyes. “Hey (Name)!”

The man jogged forward, stopping in front of the pair. (Name) visibly tensed, her eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. Illumi scowled at this.

“It’s been forever since I’ve seen you. Moved away when we were in high school, yeah?”

He grabbed her shoulder, gripping it lightly. Illumi stiffened.

“… Lee, what do you want?”

Her usual friendly and upbeat voice was low and hostile, pushing his hand off her shoulder.

“Aww, don’t be like that (Name). It’s been 10 years, aren’t you over that yet?”

He grinned down at her, like a shark circling its prey. (Name) scowled, grabbing Illumi’s hand and walking off. She didn’t so much as glance in his direction again, rushing to blend in with the crowd exiting the aquarium.

Illumi watched this all silently, not speaking until the two found themselves in a cafe, (Name) sitting across from him at a small booth.

“What was that about?”

She rubbed the place the man had grabbed her shoulder, disgust apparent on her face. “I have no idea. I knew the guy from elementary to high school. We were really good friends, until…”

She shook her head, trying to shake the memories from her mind. “It doesn’t matter, it’s in the past. I don’t want to talk about him.”

Illumi leaned his cheek against his hand. Now this was strange. (Name) had never mentioned having any friends in high school, not to him at least. By the way she reacted to his presence, the man had to have done something bad enough to earn her distaste.

“What would you two like to order?”

—————

The pair strolled through town with their hands connected. Illumi would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying himself. It felt like they were on a date, something he’d never gotten to experience before.

Illumi was an attractive man, so he’d been asked out many times in his life, but never felt the urge to accept the requests. Now, though, he regretted that a bit, because he had no experience in dating.

Thankfully, (Name) was a natural. Maybe it was because she saw this as a friendly outing instead of date, but she never made anything awkward and always had something for them to do.

They visited the city park next. (Name) pointed out a secluded bench and they sat together, relaxing under the afternoon sun.

“Oh, Lumi, that cloud looks like a heart!”

She shook his shoulder to get his attention and pointed at the sky.

“Mmm. It looks like a cloud to me.”

He was being completely serious. Illumi didn’t have much of an imagination, so finding shapes in clouds wasn’t something he was good at.

“Oh, those clouds look gray. Crap.”

(Name) stood suddenly, grabbing Illumi’s hand and rushing towards the entrance of the park. Before they could escape, rain started to poor down, soaking the pair. (Name) held her plush to her chest, attempting to shied it from the rain as they searched for somewhere to escape the rain.

They found shelter in a nearby clothing store. As soon as they were inside, Illumi opened his phone and called for the limousine. “Bring towels and a change of clothes for the both of us.”

(Name) sighed and sat down, leaning against the wall. “I hate running in denim. I’m gonna be chaffing everywhere.”

Illumi raised an eyebrow. “Chaffing?”

“Oh, it’s kind of like a rash? Happens when your clothes rub against your skin, for me it’s between my legs. I have thicker thighs and denim, especially wet denim, irritates my skin.”

He nodded, immediately looking between her legs. “I see. I’ve never experienced a problem like that.”

“That’s because your legs don’t rub together.” She explained, closing her legs when she noticed him staring.

Illumi hadn’t been exposed to different peoples way of life, so it was always interesting when he’d learn a new thing about (Name). Even if he may have thought her problems were silly sometimes, he’d listen and absorb any information about her life she was willing to give him.

“Master Illumi.”

Tsubone stood at the entrance to the store, her granddaughter Amane next to her. (Name) stood, brushing back her wet hair to try and look as put together as possible.

“We have brought towels and clothing. Let’s get you to the changing rooms, (Name).”

The girl paused, blinking. “I can change myself, you know.”

“Yes, she should be fine.” Illumi said, his eyes narrowing. What were they up to?

“Her wet clothing is quite heavy, and I’m afraid she might slip and hurt herself. Amane will accompany her, for safety reasons.”

“And what if I object to that?”

Illumi stood at (Name)’s side, his expression darkening by the second. He didn’t trust the two butlers at all. They were loyal to his father, after all, and Silva wasn’t known to send them out for just anything.

“Your father gave the direct order to keep (Name) safe. Allowing her to change by herself goes against that order.”

Illumi scowled, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t go against his father’s orders, even if he wanted to. Silva had ordered for (Name)‘s protection, but why?

“… alright. I will change as well.”

Illumi left to the men’s changing room, glancing back at (Name) one more time before disappearing from sight.

“Miss (Name), follow me!”

The woman named Amane offered her hand, which (Name) took hesitantly. ‘I didn’t get a say in any of that.’ She thought, letting Amane lead her to the changing room.

Once inside, Amane set down her clothing and towel, helping (Name) undress. The two butlers were right to worry, because when (Name) attempted to step out of her overalls she slipped on the water pooling on the floor. Amane caught her with ease, holding her steady until she was able to stand evenly again.

“My, you’re as clumsy as Master Silva said you are.” Amane stated, (Name) pouting in reply.

“But… apparently your nen ability is very interesting.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow. When did the subject of her nen get brought up?

Amane ran the towel up (Name)’s nude body, drying her off. “I heard you and Illumi were on a date today. How romantic.”

“Not a date.” (Name) mumbled, pulling the towel to her chest. Amane hummed, unfolding the dress that she’d picked out for (Name) to wear.

“Oh, what a shame. Illumi seems like he’s head over heels for you.”

This caused (Name) to freeze, the gears in her head spinning. Head over heels? No way. A handsome man like Illumi would never find a boring girl like her attractive.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“Oh, but it is. When he brought you home, he informed the butlers to take extra good care of you, since you’d be his future wife.”

Wife? You two were just friends, not even dating, where had the term wife come from? This was too much for (Name)’s mind to handle.

She did remember Illumi mentioning that his parents were interested in their relationship and they had called her his little girlfriend…

“Usually the Zoldycks participate in arranged marriages to other powerful nen users, so imagine Master Silva and Mistress Kikyo’s surprise when their eldest son brought home a woman with massive potential as his future bride. They were ecstatic!”

Amane continued, pulling the dress over (Name)’s head.

“You should really consider it. If you were to marry Illumi, not only would you be taken care of for life, but your family would be too.”

Amane toweled her hair dry.

“All you have to do is give Illumi an heir.”

(Name) gasped. “You mean… a child?”

Amane nodded, smiling at the girl sweetly. “Yes. Mistress Kikyo desperately wants grandchildren. The more the merrier, but one would do.”

(Name) wasn’t listening anymore. Marrying Illumi didn’t sound awful, after all he was handsome and sweet to her, but she hadn’t even been out on a date with him. She also wasn’t sure he even really liked her in that way. Illumi had warned her to be careful of his fathers personal servants.

But she couldn’t stop thinking of the last thing she’d heard. She’d need to bear Illumi a child, and that meant…

Her face turned a bright scarlet, her hands reaching up to cover it immediately.

“Just think it over. I mean, Master Illumi is handsome isn’t he? He would make a great husband.”

Amane left it at that, patting her head. (Name) followed her out of the changing room.

Illumi was waiting at the front of the store, having a stare off with Tsubone. When he noticed (Name) approach, his eyes softened.

She couldn’t make eye contact with him, her mind still racing. Illumi noticed this, his eyes cutting to amane.

“What did you say to her?”

Amane blinked innocently. “Nothing, just some girl talk. Right, (Name)?”

The girl nodded quickly, moving past Illumi to run to the limousine.

Illumi frowned. He turned his attention to the two butlers, his aura dark. “If I find out you said something to her, I’ll take care of you myself.”

Tsubone only nodded. “Of course, Master Illumi.”

——————

The car ride home was awkward. (Name) struggled to keep a conversation going, her eyes drifting from Illumi’s eyes to his exposed chest. Did they really have to bring such a low cut shirt for him?!

“Is something the matter?”

He reached out to cup her cheek, but she dodged him. “N-nothings ethe matter! Just thinking about wife- I mean life!!”

Illumi raised an eyebrow at this. “Okay. Well, we’re almost home.”

(Name) hated to make him worry over her, but it was hard when her heart was racing a million miles a minute. Did he really like her? When did that happen, and what about her had caught his attention?

She found herself smoothing out her hair, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. It was strange, he was always staring at her. Was that a sign that he liked her?

(Name) had never had a boy like her, that she was aware of. She had no dating experience, and little to no confidence in her appearance. Why would he like her? That was the biggest question on her mind.

“Illumi?”

The assassin looked up from the magazine he’d been flipping through. She didn’t recognize the company, but could see advertisements for weapons and assassinations. (Name) decided to not think too much about that. “Yes, (Name)?”

She twirled her hair, looking everywhere but at him.

“Do you have a type?”

He blinked, tilting his head. “Type? What do you mean?”

Oh, right. Illumi didn’t understand most phrases and what they meant.

“Oh, um… your type means what you like in a romantic partner. Like their personality, looks, etc.”

“Why do you need to know that?”

He hadn’t meant to sound so suspicious, but her asking that out of the blue was strange, especially considering his father’s servants had been alone with her just minutes ago.

“Oh, no reason. Just curious.”

Illumi hummed, leaning against his seat in thought. Did he have a type? He hadn’t really been interested in any person besides (Name), but if he had to put it into words…

“I like… honest women. Women that are kind, and affectionate.” he answered, listing the traits he liked about (Name).

“What about looks? Is there anything specific you look for in a woman’s appearance?” She prodded, Illumi becoming more and more suspicious by the second.

“Do I really need to answer that?”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “Yes, it’s an important detail.”

“Important how?”

(Name) groaned. He just loved avoiding her questions with an inquiry of his own. It was something that annoyed her.

“Important because I’m curious!”

Illumi relented with a sigh. “I guess I prefer women with softer features. Though, I am not very picky. Appearances don’t matter to me really.”

That was mostly the truth. He did like women with softer, more plush bodies, at least he liked (Name)’s. Illumi had taken noticed of her newfound curves when he first laid eyes on her during the Hunter Exam, and he liked what he saw.

“Oh. I see.”

This wasn’t helping ease (Name)‘s mind. He’d practically described her! Did he really like her in that way, or was she reading into things?

“Now, what is your type, (Name)?”

Illumi leaned forward, staring at her with his dark eyes.

“Oh- um!” She sputtered, scratching the back of her head sheepishly.

“I guess I like people that treat me kindly. I don’t care much about looks either, but… long hair is nice.”

He hummed, tilting her chin up so she was looking him in the eye.

“Do you like my long hair, (Name)?”

Her jaw dropped, unable to speak. Illumi laughed, dropping her chin and crossing his legs.

“Oh, I’m teasing. Of course you do.”

(Name) tried to respond, but she couldn’t get any words out. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, Illumi watching her with an amused expression.

——————

The two took a quick shower and changed before walking to dinner together. (Name) had put a little bit of extra effort into her appearance, wearing a soft sweater and knee length skirt. She had applied a bit of makeup and painted her nails, Illumi humming in appreciation.

“You look nice. What’s the occasion?”

He led her to the dining hall with a hand planted firmly on her waist.

“I just felt like dressing up. Is there a problem?”

He glanced down at her. “No, I quite like when you dress up.”

It was hard to hide how happy his compliment made her, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. Illumi caught this, his face growing hot. Did she like when he complimented her?

“Illumi, (Name), glad you could make it.”

Kikyo met them at the door, her cold smile growing wider at the sight of the pair. Illumi stood up straighter, his hand slipping from (Name)’s waist. “As are we, another.”

(Name) peeked past Kikyo to see that everyone was present in the dining room tonight. Kalluto caught her eye, giving her a small wave.

“Oh, let’s get seated. Your father has an announcement to make tonight.”

Illumi tensed. That could mean anything. What would he be announcing, with (Name) present?

The two took their seats, Illumi’s hand taking (Name)’s.

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[spacecadettt]

so i was going through the entirety of prime defenders again and bizly had asked the boys what kind of music their characters would listen to, and condi (unless I'm misreading it) basically said that vyncent wouldn't really have an opinion on the music of prime, and that got me thinking 🤔

i imagine in the early days, the boys having the music talk, about what they like and shit as a means to try to get closer. and when vynce says that he doesn't listen to music??? dakota and william are baffled. astounded. blindsighted, even. william had at least assumed that vyncent would bring up the music of his home world, but he just,,, didnt.

"you really just have those headphones to cover your elf ears at school?" dakota asks.

"you mean my earmuffs?" vyncent responds. "i didn't know they did anything other than cover your ears."

so the other two make it their mission to find the music that vyncent likes. subtly playing songs that they like in their rooms, just loud enough to be heard through the paper thin walls of the base. when they're in the car together, they take note of which songs he smiles at and bobs his head to, and they add it to the playlist that they're trying to make for him. they send him links of specific ones, and if he responds positively to it, they add those too.

eventually, this culminates into dakota and william exploring new genres in an effort to find vyncent's vibe. william starts finding more singer-songwriter and stripped back music he likes, and dakota finds out that he really vibes with dubstep and DNB.

after weeks of research and carefully gauging vyncent's reactions, dakota and william end up presenting the playlist they specifically curated for him, but it seems to be more of a mix of all of their tastes than any of them anticipated.

"should we show him now?" dakota asks william as they finish with the final songs.

"yeah, now's as good a time as any," he responds, looking down at his phone. the words prime defenders chaos are lit up on the screen, followed by an extensive tracklist.

they both walk up to vyncent's door and william knocks. after two seconds with no reply, dakota knocks again, a little too loud and a little too fast. he's clearly excited.

vyncent opens up to see his two friends looking at him suspiciously and quirks up an eyebrow. "uh, hello? wha-"

"we have something for you!" dakota interjects, practically bouncing as he waves his arms in front of him.

"yeah, we made something for you," william smiles, and vyncent waves them in.

they all sit on vyncent's bed, and william reaches to put a pair of headphones over vyncent's ears. he reels back and puts a hand up.

"just trust me," william assures.

the headphones go on and william presses play, and a familiar intro fills vyncent's ears. he smiles broadly at his friends.

"I REALLY LIKED THIS ONE," he shouts, not realizing that the other two can hear him just fine. they just laugh as vyncent starts to tap his foot and move his hands in time with the song.

they all end up just starting a listening party, laying down across vyncent's bed, all with their earbuds in and listening to the same playlist. no words could be spoken to express how much vyncent loved the gesture. the silly grin that wouldn't leave his face was confirmation enough to dakota and william that he was in heaven right now. his eyes close as he wiggles to the rhythms, holding his hands up to cup around the speakers of his headphones.

dakota nudges william, who opens his eyes to look at him. the redhead simply raises his fist and bumps it with his friend.

"mission accomplished," dakota mouths to william. the ghost boy simply nods as another song starts.

"OHMYGOD I REMEMBER THIS ONE TOO," vynce shouts as he shoots up, looking over to his friends.

seeing their warm expressions, he tackles them both into the bed in a big group hug. "THANK YOU SO MUCH."

thank the gods it was muffled by the blankets and their earpieces, or dakota and william would go deaf.

#jrwi show #jrwiblr #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi fanfiction #music #prime defenders #vyncent sol #william wisp #dakota cole #polypd #theyre so cute #your honor theyre in love

[password-door-lock]

Lately I can't stop thinking about sharing a bed with Saeran.

GE Saeran sleeps on his side (as evidenced by the CG where he’s sleeping on his side lol). If you also sleep on your side, then he probably wants to be the little spoon (unless you have a strong preference to the contrary, in which case the two of you can alternate) but if you sleep in the fetal position or something like that, then he's perfectly content being the big spoon, as well. If you sleep on your stomach or your back, then he'll curl up against you with an arm draped over you. The most important thing for him is being close to you, and he can be flexible as far as what that looks like. I do think that if you end up as the little spoon at night due to your sleeping position, you'll probably end up as the big spoon a lot more when the two of you cuddle during the day. Also, the shark plushie is going to be present while the two of you are resting— if he's holding you, Saeran probably won't be able to also hold onto the shark, but it'll still be in the same bed. Maybe you might even be the one to hold onto it some nights! Although physical touch is something he really enjoys, if you’re not feeling up to it for whatever reason, Saeran totally understands! He might elect to wear one of your sweatshirts to bed instead (and let you wear one of his if you’d like to) or cuddle with one of your plushies. Ultimately, what’s most important to him is that both of you feel safe and comfortable while you get the rest that you need. He likes having two or three really plush pillows and only minimal blankets, since he doesn’t get cold easily during the night— he probably won’t even notice it if you steal the covers from him in your sleep. Even though Saeran wakes up occasionally in the middle of the night, he doesn't worry about it too much. He knows that he's still getting rest as long as he's laying there, even if he isn't technically asleep, and of course, he cherishes the time with you.

Ray also sleeps on his side, but unlike GE Saeran, he's very, very nervous about accidentally upsetting you or unknowingly crossing your boundaries. He’s new to this, and he can’t imagine that you would actually want him that close to you. Even if you tell him it's okay, Ray probably wouldn't want to initiate any physical contact at first, though of course, he daydreams about holding you close. He'd probably stay securely on his own side of the bed, taking care not to bother you in any way as he falls asleep watching you rest— he’ll allow himself to turn to face you. To him, being able to look your way while he falls asleep is pure heaven. If you don’t want to be touched, Ray totally understands that— the last thing he wants is to cross your boundaries, and besides, he’s happy enough just seeing that you’re resting well. If, however, the two of you have been together longer and gotten more comfortable sharing a bed, then he'll be over the moon to cuddle up with you if you’d like. Ray really likes being held— if you sleep on your back, he'll rest his head on your chest. If you sleep on your stomach, he might try sleeping on his stomach, too, and you can drape your arm around him. If you sleep on your side, he wants to be the little spoon. If you sleep in the fetal position, he'll probably figure out some creative contortion that allows him to be held by you all night. But, of course, if you'd prefer to be held instead, then he'd be happy to do that sometimes, too! He doesn’t really like to be under the covers at all, and he’s not used to using a pillow, so he doesn’t have any very specific pillow preferences. Although his body won’t let him sleep for more than three hours straight (he has nightmares, and his circadian rhythms are skewed anyway), he’s worried about waking you up, so he’ll stay with you for as long as he’s able to justify putting off his work, even if he can’t fall back asleep. 

Suit sleeps on his back. It's the way that he feels the safest— he's able to look around the room and see everything as he's falling asleep and if he's woken up. If, for some reason, you find yourself falling asleep in the same bed as him before his apology (which is very unlikely), it will likely be your idea. First, he’ll laugh at you for even suggesting something like that, and then, if he decides to humor you, he'll probably just pose you on your side, curled up against him, with his arm around you possessively. It doesn't matter how you normally sleep— you're his toy, and he's already being very generous by letting you rest in the first place. He sees sleeping when one could be working as a sign of weakness, so he’ll probably do his best to stay up even if you fall asleep in this position, and he may even taunt you for being so clueless as to show him such a vulnerable side of yourself. In actuality, he has no idea what to do once you’re actually beside him, and he might end up getting frustrated and pushing you away. However, after his apology, he'd be even more nervous and awkward than Ray— but Suit, too, ultimately does like to be held. He'd let you curl up next to him with his arm around you, rest your head on his chest, or even lean against him, depending on how you’re the most comfortable. Even if he can’t understand why on Earth you would even want to cuddle up with somebody like him, he has no intention of causing you any more discomfort or pain. If you're a stomach sleeper, though, he might end up with his arm at an awkward angle all night to accommodate you, so be warned and adjust accordingly! That being said, if you’re not someone who enjoys physical touch, the last thing he wants to do is cross your boundaries again! As much as he likes being held, he'll be just as content to lay beside you without touching and listen to your calm breathing as you sleep. He likes firm pillows, and he feels much more secure laying on top of the covers in his suit than snuggling up under them in flimsy pajamas. He’s too hyper-vigilant at Magenta to fall asleep easily, but he’ll set an alarm for one hour just in case he does manage to drift off for a bit. Whether he’s taking a break from hacking the messenger or hiding from the believers, Suit does not have time to lay around with you forever. 

Unknown doesn't really like to sleep very much. Sometimes, he falls asleep at his desk— whether you happen to be sitting on his lap or not. He doesn’t care at all about his own comfort— the only reason he ever sleeps is because his body is forcing him to, and the way he sees it, a stiff neck is worth it if it gets him even a little bit closer to his revenge. The rest of the time, he uses the couch that's been brought into the intelligence room so that he doesn't have to waste time walking to his room and back during the night. On those nights, neither one of you has many options other than to sleep on your side— Unknown likes to have you facing him, with your head resting against his chest. Pressing you close to him like that gives him a weird sense of comfort that he can’t really explain. Besides, he doesn’t like the idea of you looking at his monitors while he’s asleep if you lay facing away from him, so he tells himself that it's not like he really has a choice. If the two of you actually end up in a bed, then that means he's too exhausted to argue that it's a waste of time— he might end up sprawled across the mattress however he falls on it, taking up most of the available space and leaving you to slide in wherever and however you'll fit. It’s been so long since he’s had a proper night’s sleep in a proper bed that he’s probably going to be a bit awkward about it. If he's awake enough, he'll pull you close and hold onto you for more of that strange comfort, but he might be too tired even for that. If you don’t want to be touched, there’s a really simple solution for that— you can just sleep at a different time from him, or in a different location, and he’ll give you work to do while his body is forcing him to rest. He doesn’t care where or how or if you sleep— he just cares that you’re getting your work done, or so he claims, at least. He doesn’t see any point in using pillows or blankets when he can sleep just fine without them, and he honestly thinks you’re kind of spoiled for wanting things like that. Because he regularly pushes his body to the limit, when he does allow himself to rest, he sleeps very heavily for a fairly long time. If you’re in his grip, then you’re not getting out of it anytime soon, and otherwise, you’d best leave him alone. 

SE Saeran also sleeps on his back, and his thoughts on sharing a bed are... complicated. He likes to be close to you, but he often has nightmares, and he knows that he kicks sometimes in his sleep. You’d have to be very, very close to him for Saeran to allow you to see him in such a vulnerable position, and even then, he’d still be nervous about inadvertently doing you harm. After all, he’s tried sleeping with plushies before, and he always wakes up to find that he’s thrown them onto the floor during the night. What if he pushes you off the bed or something? What if he lashes out, erroneously thinking that you’re one of the monsters from his past? The first couple of times you stay over, he doesn't sleep at all— he just lays beside you, feeling calmed by your peaceful breathing, even if he's anxious. Then, after that, he'll try out sleeping with you in the same bed but not touching him at all, and when he finds that he doesn't accidentally kick or elbow you in his sleep, he'll start to feel more comfortable with the idea of getting closer. Sometimes, he’s content to fall asleep in your embrace, whatever that might look like. Sometimes, he wants to cuddle with you for a while before separating to sleep on separate sides of the bed. Sometimes, though, he might decide that he doesn’t want to be touched at all, and the two of you might stay on opposite ends of the bed all night, or you’ll go home early and video call him from your own bed, instead. Naturally, on nights when you have similar issues, Saeran will be just as accommodating. He’s not picky about pillows, but he’s strongly opposed to having any kind of covers over him, and he often sleeps with a fan because he feels like the bunker is too hot. If you like having lots of blankets, he’ll keep them in his room for you, but the pair of you will have to work something out to ensure that he doesn’t get too hot during the night. Sometimes he gets up in the middle of the night, but he’s always sure to be extra careful when getting in and out of bed so that he doesn’t disturb your rest.

#“short and sweet little headcanons” that somehow expanded to nearly 2k words #I've been thinking about this a lot a lot lately #I wanted to include headcanons for an MC who doesn't want to be touched too #Because as much as I love the idea of cuddling with Saeran sometimes I just. cannot #Also I realize that I've never really explicitly said anything about the intelligence room couch I've just added it to all my fics so #Here it is again #mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanon #choi saeran #saeran choi

[osirisiii-bc]

Papa’s playlists - music headcanons

Sometimes when I listen to music I mentally associate what I’m listening to the Papas, so I thought it would have been fun to imagine a 10 songs playlist for/of each Papa. I have chosen the songs by their personalities, the kind of music they have done and the general vibes I get when I listen to the songs.

Primo:

I see him sitting on his couch by the fire, immersed in his voluminous, rich vestments. He can listen to the heaviest doom metal tune without moving an inch of his body, fully immersed in understanding the lyrics, but 70s rock always brings back his old memories of when he used to throw small parties in his chamber whenever the Beatles or his favorite bands released a new LP.

The Beatles - Come together 

Black Sabbath - Iron Man

Mayhem - Freezing moon

The Rolling Stones - Start me up

Candlemass - Bewitched

Bathory - A fine day to die 

Mercyful fate - Evil

The animals - House of the rising sun

Slayer - Seasons in the Abyss

Diamond Head - Am I Evil?

Secondo:

He has two sides: the old-school metalhead and the devoted enthusiast of good old symphonic music. He prepares himself a cigar and settles at his desk, embracing the darkness like the nocturnal creature he is, to work on papers or perhaps write some lyrics inspired by his favorite arias. In his playlist, you can always find something classy followed by something extremely heavy.

Led Zeppelin - Kashmir

Slayer - South of Heaven

Venom - Don’t burn the witch

Giuseppe Verdi - Dies Irae/Tuba Mirum

Deep Purple - Perfect Strangers

King Diamond - The family ghost

The Doors - Riders on the storm

Guns and Roses - Coma

Bobby Vinton - Blue velvet 

Antonio Vivaldi - Four Seasons

Terzo:

Ah, Terzo. Whether he's completing his nighttime skincare routine, getting dressed for a mass, preparing for a date, or simply relaxing in his chambers with a good wine, he always has a record playing in the background. He's not a headbanger, but he likes to keep the tempo with his hands. He taps his fingers on his thigh to match the drum tempo of most rhythmic songs or moves his hands softly to the sound of the mellower ones, like when he listens to "Barcelona," adjusting his hand movements based on the virtuosity of the voices.

Candlemass - Well of Souls

The struts - Kiss this

Metallica - Until it sleeps

Metallica - For whom the bell tolls

Kreator - People of the lie

Freddie Mercury feat Montserrat Caballe - Barcelona

David Bowie - Starman

Pentagram - Sign of the wolf

Sepoltura - Dead embryonic cells

Mercyful fate - Witches dance 

Copia:

I can totally picture Copia putting on something groovy like "Stuck In The Middle With You" while attempting to cook something, swaying his hips to the rhythm and inevitably either burning whatever is in the pan or creating a mess on the counter by dropping bottles and food.

Alice Cooper - Poison

Iron Maiden - Run to the hills

Steppenwolf - Born to be wild

Dead or Alive - You spin me round 

Black Sabbath - Paranoid

Judas Priest - Painkiller

The Rolling Stones - Sympathy for the devil

Stealers wheel - Stuck in the middle with you 

The Darkness - Love is only a feeling

Bon Jovi - You give love a bad name

Nihil:

An old-school rocker. He would pick you up in his car with Led Zeppelin playing at full volume, take you to a bar where he puts on your favorite song in the jukebox, and by the time you come back from the toilet, he's kissing some random girl right at the bar counter. He would later apologize, claiming he was just drunk and thought that was you… a red flag you'll ignore.

The Doors - Touch me

Led Zeppelin - Whole lotta love

Elton John - Tiny dancer

Ozzy Osburne - Crazy train

Deep Purple - Child in time 

Deep Purple - Hush

Jefferson airplane - White rabbit

Elvis Presley - Suspicious minds

The Rolling Stones -  Paint it black

The Beatles - Helter Skelter

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost headcanons #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #copia #headcanon #the band ghost fanfiction

[landwriter]

Heya, I love your writing and taste in things.

I’ve finished (and loved) everything you’ve posted <3

Are there any sandman fics that have tickled your fancy lately?

Thank you so much!!! I sadly do not have time to read near as much Sandman fic as I'd like, but I have scoured both my memory and my bookmarks on AO3 (all twelve of them) and dug up some absolutely wonderful stories - hope at least one or two of these is new to you?!

I am probably a bit weird in this, but I don't bookmark fics I love (which is really nearly all I've read) insamuch as fics that have done something in particular that I think is so well-executed or clever or inspiring that I want to be able to study it like a creature in its own right. Usually these are stories that have the traits I admire most in fiction: economy of language, being very fucking funny, making me viscerally uncomfortable, or outright haunting me.

I loved reading all of them but your mileage may vary! Caveat lector like more than half of these are smut and/or violent so please check the tags against your own preferences. Several long-winded recs with excerpts and explanations under the cut:

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The Birthday of the Beast | @slythernim | Dream/Hob | T | 3.3K

Father Almighty, though I have long not been your servant, I remain your unmanageable son. Here on Earth, closer to Hell than to Heaven, as I celebrate perhaps the least holy of holy days, I must imagine myself like unto Lucifer more than as Michael, that he and I might together make of the darkness a place for humanity to grow. He blows out the candles. 

Hob turns 666. Extremely fun fic by Nym that features incredible characterization within a very short space, Catholicism, Lucifer, and of course, gets a very special birthday gift. But you shall have to read the fic to see what it is. Read everything of Nym's, actually.

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New Mistakes | Anonymous | Dream/Corinthian | M | 3.2K

Dream slid his thumb into the Corinthian’s mouth, the one he shared with most, the one with which he commonly spoke. “Well?” he asked. “Are you fed?” The voice that came from his left-eye mouth buzzed like locusts. My lord, we are. The voice that came from his right-eye mouth dripped like honey. My lord, we can always be fed more. Dream pulled back, looking at the Corinthian expectantly. The Corinthian swallowed, running his tongue along his teeth. There was a faint blush on his cheeks, and Dream was unaccountably flattered. “My lord,” he said. “I wish to be good.”

Have read almost no Corintheus but this fic hits on so much that I find distantly intriguing about the pairing. Perfect dialogue, gorgeous rhythm. Wonderfully visceral. Absolutely bonkers nuts for repetition in threes, as I'm sure you know, and I love how it was used here.

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Lucy Locket | Anonymous | Dream/Hob and Dream/Hob/Corinthian | E | 17K

Five chapters (now with a new threesome added in late April, much to my delighted surprise!) of just fantastic roleplay smut that in-between all the sex is by turns incredibly funny and tender. Alternating Dream and Hob POV. As somebody for whom sexual roleplay has been my literal bread and butter on a professional basis, it shouldn't be surprising I am so fond of this fic - but it catches me out every time! Like a blow from behind, and I am winded. It is ridiculously hot and distressingly perfect all-through, and I would absolutely marry the author about it (sorry author if you're reading this). No excerpt because I cannot choose and will simply suggest that if you're up for kink that you go read it all at once.

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Public | @softest-punk | Dream/Hob | E | 1.1K

"Oh, darling," Hob murmurs, fingering the edge of Dream's delicate lace knickers. Dream feels his smirk against his jaw, bites his lip at the brush of a kiss under his ear. "You forget how old I am. I learned to fuck with an audience."

Every day I get closer and closer to needing to write Dream and/or Hob with vulvas; this may have been the fic that sealed the deal for me, I think. Ridiculously hot, and enshrined in my head forever for the line above. I learned to fuck with an audience. God! How good. A masterclass in the slutty drabble that nevertheless retains peak Dream/Hob characterization (I would argue that sex is in fact one of the best narrative vehicles for characterization and exploration of interpersonal dynamics...this bias is probably why nearly all these recs are so horny.) One day I will learn how to write proper smut in media res like this and not preface it with gratuitous plot.

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worship like a dog | @thewalrus-said | Dream/Hob | E | 2.5K

“Is it so inconceivable that I might love you?” Dream murmured, running his manicured nail down Hob’s cheek. Hob tried to speak, swallowed, and tried again. “No one ever has before,” he said. “No one but God.”

Hob is a priest. Dream is a demon, except he's not. Dizzyingly hot for so many reasons, with a delightful canon dialogue echo. And again, must stress this: Hob is a priest. Hob is a priest. Hob is a priest, go read it.

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Safehouse | Anonymous | Hob/Corinthian | E | 5K

“I need a room. One without a door.”

The best execution of the sex pollen trope I've ever seen, with the worst men. Very, very good fic with a brilliant premise and unerring execution. World-building is done in such brief but vivid strokes - it feels like a 50K fic whenever I remember it, and I'm always surprised how short it actually is. Haunts me in the best of ways.

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As well - these fics are well-known and well-loved - but some stories that are utterly wonderful and contain lines that haunt me weeks, sometimes months later - stories that rearranged my soul, lurched me closer towards writing for Sandman, and warrant mention even though I am SURE you have read them, include:

@moorishflower's iconic and beautiful Odyssey fic, maybe sprout wings was the first fic I commented on with my AO3 account, and among the best fics I've ever read in any fandom; slightly deeper cuts from Heather's oeuvre (if, for some reason you are not reading everything already) that I am obsessed with and have reread multiple times: vowel shift, most vain devices, an act of faith. Genius stuff and unbelievably gorgeous language. Just go read it all, honestly

@softest-punk's Shelter is one of the first Sandman fics I ever read, and is beyond lovely; if you have not read their entire deep and profoundly lovely back catalogue, I recommend Catching Up (quintessential Cecil deep tissue emotional massage), Delayed (or: my favourite kink and favourite Endless); Ferrous (vampires! bad men! ahh! ooh!); and I would of course be remiss and ungrateful to not mention self-abandon, and the confounding effects thereof, a 10K fic that perfectly answered my general question of how the three lads would actually get together once the Corinthian and Hob had started fucking (as narrative foils that deserve such treats)

@xx-vergil-xx's Hounds is an ongoing epic that has singlehandedly caused me more emotions than humanity has language for; it is ambitious in scope and sticks every landing. The world is alive and lovingly-detailed. The language is a poem. It is so smart, so beautiful, and so well-researched and built. It is a TEMPLE unto itself, and appropriately worthy of worship

I will also suggest you read absolutely everything by @that-banhus because she literally cannot miss and writes the loveliest, cleverest worlds. All of it.

#asks #gloam's sandman rec list #this is basically my fic rec masterpost lol #unfortunately i flatter myself about my good taste and cannot stop going on about what i love and why once given the barest excuse to start #the sandman #dreamling #corintheus #hobrintheus #COB #fic recs #it's not that i exclusively read fic ppl feel the desire to publish on anon #it's that what people publish on anon FUCKING SLAPS #spent far too long enjoying drawing this up and it still feels woefully inadequate #but it's a start #into either remarkable sandman fic or my id really

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

Songs I listen to about Skittlescript’s Isekai’ed to the West and Triad au Playlist

hahaha lol checkout @skittlescripts’s isekai to the west au, here’s some songs that remind me of the au and some scenarios imagined would make the daydreams better, special thanks to the works of @semisolidmind, @rennsdeaddoves, @thesexydancingcrepe, @rainyriu, @ritzhasmonkeybrain and @theweepingegg

this is for the Sun WuKong and Six-Eared Macaque simps out there

problem - ariana grande - reader starting to have feelings for Sun Wukong

dear future husband - meghan trainor - reader saying what marriage be like

right there - ariana grande - how macaque feels in triad au

the guy that i'd kinda be into - be more chill the musical - reader describing the monkie she likes

bad romance - lady gaga - macaque’s feelings for reader in triad au

one last time - ariana grande - Wukong trying to understand his emotions

la on a saturday night - hearts & colors - macaque’s monologue song in triad au

a whole new world - aladdin - Wukong and reader just ridding his cloud to Flower Fruit mountain

symphony - clean bandit - Macaque when he finally accepts he’s inlove

rhythm of the tambourine - hunchback of notredame the musical - Triad au

made you look - meghan trainor - reader’s themesong in triad au

title - meghan trainor - Wukong in triad au trying to get a date

not fall in love with you - rwby soundtrack - works both for the Isekai and triad au

kiss the girl - the little mermaid - Sandy making sure his OTP is cannon

there's nothing holding me back - shawn mendes - triad au wukong in general 

stutter - mariana's trench - wukong’s 5 stages of grief about having a crush

troublemaker - olly murrs - wukong’s themesong

still into you - paramore - if Isekai to the west had a crossover with Triad au

millennium parade - belle - a reader song for triad au

light switch - charlie puth - wukong’s crush in triad au

i wanna be your slave - maneskin - wukong in a more hornii mood for reader

she's kinda hot - 5 seconds of summer - Isekai to the west chapter 3 song

teeth - 5 seconds of summer - triad au wukong’s song during a meeting

marry you - bruno mars - wukong trying to convince reader that they get married

paper rings - taylor swift - wukong finally getting a date with reader in triad au

teenage dirtbag - wheatus - macaque’s angst about having a crush on reader

my heart's a stereo - maroon 5 - Macaque starting to fall inlove in isekai au

hips don't lie - shakira - reader meets wukong for the first time in triad au

voodoo doll - 5 seconds of summer - wukong before he realises he likes reader

she looks so perfect - 5 seconds of summer - both monkey’s admiring reader

love me like you do - ellie goulding - wukong and reader in isekai

love me harder - ariana grande - reader’s feelings with wukong

girlfriend - avril lavinge - macaque's song when he’s jealous in isekai

everytime we touch - cascada - wukong simping for reader in triad au

teenage dream - katy perry - reader realising her crush in isekai au

ET - katy perry - reader and wukong’s relationship in a nutshell for isekai

lucky strike - maroon 5 - wukong vs macaque in isekai au

levitating - dua lipa - reader in isekai au

the story of the phantom - goosebumps the musical - macaque in isekai au

take me to church - hozier - wukong having a crush angst in isekai

can't hold us - macklemore - a sun wukong song in isekai

bad reputation - joan jett - how heaven feels about reader and wukong together

guy.exe - superfruit - reader describing her type of guy in triad au

super mario hyadain - wukong vs macaque for reader in isekai au

play with fire - sam tinnesz - macaque and reader first impressions

positions - ariana grande - wukong and reader relationship song in isekai au

34 + 35 - ariana grande - wukong and reader song in triad au

dinero - trinidad cardona - reader’s alter ego song in triad au

no roots - alice merton - isekai to the west in a nutshell

sway - micheal buble - triad wukong takes reader out dancing

helpless - hamilton - triad wukong being lovesick and lovey dovey, while MK witnesses his mentor being cringe

call me by your name - lil nas x - triad wukong themesong

dead girl walking - heathers - wukong and reader having some spicy fun just after wukong is banished by tripitaka

i wanna dance with somebody - whitney houston - reader during the triad au before having a relationship

fairytale - alexander rybak - reader angst on having feeling for wukong in isekai 

why don't you do right - who framed roger rabbit - triad wukong meets reader’s alter ego for the first time

La seine and i - a monster in paris - reader performing in triad au

blues in the night - queen tyr'ahnee cover - reader having feelings for triad wukong angst

the great pretender - the platters - reader’s emotional stability during isekai

boys - charlie xcx - reader thinking about wukong in isekai

you will be okay - helluva boss - reader’s song for ao lie and her kids in isekai

no matter what - book of life - reader choosing to be with wukong instead of going home in isekai

Someone you like - girl and the dreamcatcher - triad wukong pining for reader

Ang huling el bimbo - eraserheads - slow dancing in the kitchen in triad au

Something just like this - cold play - macaque pining for reader in triad

Love story of a certain bakeneko - vocaloid

Ahh, it’s a wonderful cat’s life - vocaloid

The wolf that fell inlove with little red ridding hood - rin and len kagamine

Magic mirror - rin and len kagamine

Dance with me tonight - olly murs - a date night song with macaque in triad 

La la dee - cody simpson - triad wukong describing his feelings for reader 

Perfect - ed sheeran - wukong’s feelings for reader near the end of the journey to the west

Shape of you - ed sheeran - triad wukong being a simp for his wife reader

Seniorita - camila cabello - triad wukong flirting with reader

My oh my - camila cabello - reader’s accepting her feelings for wukong in triad

Uwu - chevy - Wukong’s feelings when he realises he wants to be with reader in isekai au

Canterella - vocaloid - triad wukong and reader on a mission

Je t’aime - kelly sweet - wukong descrining his love for reader in isekai

You’ll be in my heart - tarzan - reader just being happy with her family

Strangers like me - tarzan - wukong being curious aboutreader’s life before the journey to the west

A million dreams - the greatest showman - wukong’s song when he marries reader in isekai

One kiss - descendants - wukong when reader because of magic shenannigans needs to wake-up with true loves kiss

Secret garden - undertale - flowerfell au fansong - triad wukong and reader angst

So she dances - josh groban - triad wukong describing reader to MK

Beautiful ghosts - taylor swift - macaque’s song about reader in isekai

Slow dance with you - adventure time - macaque’s song regarding his pinning for reader

Tightrope - the greatest showman - reader’s conflicting emotions about staying with wukong or going home

Thinking out loud - ed sheeran - wukong pining for reader in isekai

Work form home - fifth harmony - reader flirting with triad wukong

Criminal - britney spears - triad wukong and reader’s relationship in a nutshell

Do it for her - steven universe - triad wukong training isekai wukong to protect reader

Back to life - bumblebee movie - reader and wukong’s wedding song in isekai

I love you to much - book of life - macaque pinning for reader in isekai

Death of a bachelor - panic! At the disco - triad wukong pinning for reader

I’m in love with a monster - fifth harmony - triad reader tells isekai reader on her feelings for triad wukong

Black magic - little mix - reader is jealous that triad wukong is flirting to get info

Animals - maroon 5 - wukong being in heat and wants to mate with reader

I’m a lady - meghan trainor - the jttw crew finds out about reader being isekai’ed to help them

Who i am - the score - macaque introducing himself to the reader in isekai after kidnapping her

Rewrite the stars - the greatest showman - triad wukong and reader fall inlove 

Buwan - juan karlos - wukong serenading reader during their first date in isekai

Bad little boy - adventure time - reader and wukong’s dynamic

Monster - adventure time - Wukong angst about reader’s mortality in isekai

Hey soul sister - train - triad wukong being a simp while being cringe

Crush - tessa violet - reader pinning for triad wukong

Would you be so kind - dodie - reader pinning for wukong in isekai

I do adore - mindy gledhill - triad wukong and reader cuddling

Despair - leo - reader pinning for wukong and vice versa in isekai but angsting of it being unrequited

Save me - bruno martini - macaque and wukong paniking because their falling for reader in isekai au

Can’t sleep love - pentatonix - reader talking to sandy about her crush on wukong in isekai

Suki kirai - rin and len kagamine - reader being in denial about being inlove with triad wukong

Someday - disney’s zombies - wukong and reader in general for isekai

Boop - rwby soundtrack - wukong trying to show off and impress reader after he accepts that he loves her

Little miss perfect - owl house fandom - reader angst on wanting to focus on the journey to the west but the dilemma of falling inlove complicates things for her once the journey is done

Ordinary - owl house fandom - reader questioning wukong why he’s inlove with her in isekai au

One more night - maroon 5 - triad wukong wanting reader to stay longer in bed cuddling

You’re the one that i want - grease - triad macaque romantic feelings for reader

If i can’t i love her - beauty and the beast - wukong being in denial for being inlove with reader in isekai au

Evermore - beauty and the beast - wukong angst when reader is presented with the option of returning to her original home

Love like you - steven universe - wukong wondering why reader loves him in isekai

If i could tell her - dear evan hansen - triad macaque hiding his feelings for reader

Only us - dear evan hansen - set during the time wukong is banished from the journey to the west

Your text - sundial - triad wukong trying to get reader’s number

Glad you came - the wanted - triad Wukong meets reader for the first time

Castle on a hill - ed sheeran - wukong reminises his life before the journey to the west and meeting reader

I won’t say i’m in love - hercules -  reader being in denial about being inlove with wukong in isekai au

Circus - britney spears - another themesong for reader in triad au

love story - taylor swift - how wukong tells his kids on how he met their mother in isekai au

you belong with me - taylor swift - how triad macaque feels when he sees reader with triad wukong 

burn for you - bridgerton musical - wukong pining for reader, but not wanting to confess in isekai au

#lmk au #lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong #triad au #isekai'ed to the west #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque #macaque x reader

[flordeamatista]

𝘓𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦

pairing: Beach Bar Owner!Ari Levison x curvy!Reader (any body type)

concept: Heaven is where he'll take you to

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: one-night stand, poetic smut but a little of plot, unprotected sex, riding the soul out of Ari, spanking, vaginal sex, orgasms because Ari is a god of sex, size kink, body worshiping, nicknames ( princess)

a/n: Here is the first peek of my beach bar owner!Ari AU This was supposed to be a small drabble of their first one-night stand before the first few fics but here we are.

Beta'd by @jobean12-blog and @purpleshallot

line divider by @s-tarksintern

Masterlist

Touch my body and I will be his, if he comes close to me and whispers the secret of us

Attempting to distract oneself from world problems. It was your intention to find peace here in this small European town. The beefy man catches your eye, and you choose to have a taste of desire.  He has forearm veins that are pure fantasy. The new chapter in life demands fantasy. Imagine the possibility of him grabbing your thighs. 

You can taste his lips when you take a puff of his cigarette. Lips looking so ready to speak in their own tongue on your body, so willing to reveal the secrets of his body.

He glances at you delicately through those fluttering eyelashes, but his body is robbing all other men this night of their right to be with you or any night after tonight.

He literally yanks you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him. His manhood is aligned with your dripping sex. While your hips buck, you whimper with the exhilaration of being so turned on. Grabbing your hips, he pushes you down onto him before thrusting himself forward, impaling your pussy on his thick cock. A pleasant sensation is felt throughout your body, and you savor it. 

A squeal of pleasure comes from you when he enters deeply into your pussy. When he reaches the tip of it, you groan.

When he uses his grip on your hips to push you down at the desired rate, he doesn't give you time to adjust to the invasion. The movement of his hips helps him push you faster. 

He met the shore of my hips like a tide flowing in and out, back and forth

Feeling the sensation of his cock inside of you, you begin to moan and rock your hips to the beat. Almost like your heart is thumping in rhythm with his. His dick touches the inner walls of your body in various directions as you rock and gyrate. 

Your only concern was the full sensation of his heat. In the presence of him, he groaned and gasped, whispered, and screamed dirty nicknames in the room, and you had never felt more beautiful. While pulling your hair over your head, you felt the deepest sense of sexual pleasure that you'd had in months.

Heaven is what he'll take you to.

The solid, muscular body of this man cannot be ignored as you moan and embrace it. All your emotions, which have been bottled up for so long, can now be let free on this vessel. Suddenly, your whole life is swept away by the waves, and you feel an intense rush of lust consuming your body

The noise he made spurred you on to ask, "Do I feel good, am I making your cock feel good?".

 "Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours." He smacks your ass with one hand, grasps a cheek, and squeezes it tightly.

In response to the sharp sting and then his rough squeeze, you feel the tears and cry out.

 Your hips begin to move faster. You are planning to ride this man until dawn.

"Fuck me good, Princess," He whispers, spurring you on. 

Increasing your speed, you rock and sway your hips, setting a fast pace that thunders over him. It fills the air with the scent of your lust as you are riding him so fiercely. 

A fire you thought was extinguished has risen again, setting the butterflies aflutter.

Your muscles are being strengthened by this muscular man, and you are establishing yourself. He opens doors you wouldn't have thought to look through.

You ride him so intensely that the bed begins to shake slightly, the headboard slamming against the wall. The way he talks dirty to you makes you love every word, every measure of his hot mouth.

The more you grind him down, the more he grunts with pleasure. 

The fingertips of his hands trace the contours of your breasts as they encircle them. When he pulls on your nipples, your back arches, forcing your tits even deeper into his palms. While groaning, he holds your nipples between his thumb and index finger and your teeth dig into your bottom lip as your fingers firmly press on his forearms.

With every stroke, the man's appeal changes. With every stroke, the beefy man feels the nails on your back and it's an incredible feeling. It's like someone is stirring up some magic. 

A squeal of surprise escaped your lips as he moved swiftly and maneuvered the two of you onto the bed flat on your back. Even as you continue to make deep thrusts without even pulling himself away from you once.

You have never met a man like this, not even a man but a god. You are sleeping with the god of pleasure. He’s using you as his toy and you are taking it with every pleasure you can. This is the night you can be alive.  

A mind-blowing kiss occurs as he moves his hips and locks his lips onto yours. Whimpering softly, you allow him to drive himself deeply into you with long, fluid strokes.

You don't hesitate to swallow lust if you kiss me this way.

He breaks the kiss by pulling your legs to rest on his shoulders, leaving you panting for air, and then resumes kissing you, digging further into your core. He smirks knowingly in your direction, his sapphire eyes glazed over with lust and longing. 

He knows you're about to hit your peak. He continues at it, moving his hips to pound you deeply from different angles. 

A thin coating of sweat has accumulated on his body, which you can see when you look up at him. You can hear his rapid breathing as he dives in and out of your center. You moan with pleasure, absorbed in the here and now. 

You gasp as you feel him strike your tender regions with each push. Your eyes flutter shut as you sense yourself rising steadily and your body beginning to stiffen up. A growing sensation in your abdomen increases with every wave and stroke he makes.

Your eyes glisten, as your ears hear the sounds of passion.

He stared at you, with intense blue eyes, for the first time: no one had ever looked at you in such a way, as if you were an integral part of his soul. 

As you finally realized you had made the right choice, you obstructed the view.

A few hours later, Ari woke up cold. Eventually, he was unable to feel the body that lay against him. Taking out a hand, he rubbed it over the area where you had been sleeping and looked up to find your earring. His spirits are revived. 

The desire in your body for him might even border on madness.

The thought of not being able to touch him whenever you wanted would make your heart fall into the fiery pits of hell. However, at the same time, it's as if you'll never get to experience it again. In one night, you gave it all to that man.

Now you are settling down in this newly discovered town, wishing once more that you could sin again in lust with him. 

Sipping your coffee, all you could think about was his lust for you and the marks on your body. There was a tingling sensation on your lips, not from the coffee, but from the mysterious man out on the water.

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[definegodliness]

The creation of the universe

Sequestered Among softest silhouettes shaped in Unbridled imagination, Behind The comfort of

C l o s e d e y e s,

Where, liquefied, The phantasmagoria play.

Shape-shifting Figments of adoration, created to dance Upon the Stage, burgundy red; Undulating To the pulses Of creation's catalyst, Till, reached, A cataclysmic beat; Ever intensifying, seeking The primordial breath; That first sigh of thermal air, Expelled as an answer to the beckoning Heavens.

Fingers stretch out indefinitely, Shaping silken ribbon galaxies, Flowing, as of yet, Covertly; unseen, Yet Shimmering, like silver rivulets, At the deepest thuds Of the core-drum, Light's herald.

Ascension.

Shadow dancers, with Twinkling toes, and tantalising fingers, Lift And carry, Till weightless Levitation; a flight, beyond The universe's ever-expanding veil, Where the soul abolishes all tangibility, Propelled paroxysmically As rhythm conjoins With hymn.

A song Like a thousand voices Deeply reverberating; awaiting That one crystalline tone to Release the all-time's first incantation Into Reignition.

The light.

The light, A fervorous flame Surging sweltering supernova, Unleashed from within, and within is now At the heart of a whole New world.

Time halts At the beat of the core-drum, crescendo, As the primordial breath Escapes the desperate lungs As an aria, shaking Reality's Foundation.

Eyes open.

Uncountable stars Flash forward, illuminating What once was little more Than the void of space; shadows And shadow play.

Now, it is

All.

In wanton wonder. In sanctified Song, upon the altar of creation.

Collapsed, the cynosure of sparkles, Flows over the sleek marble, Holy in afterglow.

Reborn, the sole deity, Worshiped.

Loved.

--- 28-8-2023, M.A. Tempels ©

#poetry #spilled ink #writing #dark academia #romanticism #romantic poem #romantic poetry #love poem #love poetry #soulmate #soul connection #esoteric #tumblr poetry #poets on tumblr #creative writing #poem #spilled thoughts #free verse

[tiyoin]

𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏

11:04 pm -> 2/11/23

what puts the ‘night’ in night raven?

With Crowley strapped for cash, he decided to extend his kindness to the creatures of the night and allow them to seek education at the prestigious Night Raven Academy with night lessons!

Unfortunately, this was a worse idea than he thought as seven new personalities join the ensemble and flip the school and everyone one in it upside-down.

"You've gotta be kidding me"

"The letters have been sent, it's already in motion!" Your bird brained headmaster chirped excitedly, his yellow glowing 'eyes' turned to slits in excitement at what he just told you.

"With all due respect" You growled through gritted teeth "This is an utterly irresponsible idea! We're already half way through the school year and yet you're pulling this stunt? And how on earth did you runout of money? This a government funded school!"

He nodded along, ignoring your last statement as picked at his golden hand claws "Think of the children!" He exclaimed, babbling about how 'gracious and kind' he is. All while spinning around in his chair with out stretched arms, reaching for the heavens you both knew he'd never see.

"I hate children" You growled

Slamming his hands back down to earth, you and a few of his desk trinkets jumped from the sudden impact.

"By adding this new night program we're extending our arms for those poor, disappointed students who had to decline our acceptance letters due to their natural circadian rhythms" He threw himself back into his chair, like how a lovesick high-school girl would throw herself on her bed after a first date.

"Just think about it! How the press will see our fine, prestigious academy as one who will do whatever it takes to make sure everyone one gets a fair and equal change at a prestigious education! How we're the number on e school in all of Twisted Wonderland!" He glared at the window, where an outline of a marble palace laid several miles south.

Yeah you've stopped listening to him at this point. The cogs in your brain malfunctioning as fires erupted in your thought machine. You could even imagine tiny versions of yourself dressed as firefighters scrambling about like mice trying to put out the flames.

But of course that was all in your head. You felt your body getting hotter by a degree the more you thought about the whole situation.

How he could've solved this within an hour if he held a staff meeting, which you know he didn't. How that vacation he went on last week was a vacation too many to be sourced from his own pockets. Or how he was probably doing this to line his own pockets from some billionaire.

The steam that blew from your ears and nostrils got darker by the second. Your eyes narrowed and face tightened as you went rigid. If one were to look at you they'd mistake you for a dragon with how ferociously evil you looked.

Luckily, Crowley was in his own little world, chattering like a clam and oblivious to your mental shutdown

"Wouldn't it have been easier to hold a fundraiser?' You interjected, stopping him mid-rant as he looked out the window. he hummed, adjusting his position. Stroked his chin, he looked deep in thought.

"it is true we could've done something of the sort..."

There was a but, wasn't there.

"But" You sighed, collapsing back into the plush black chair across from him. "It would have taken too much time, resources and money-"

"The house wardens are all loaded. they could've easily helped out with your money problem" Especially Kalim, you thought. But you kept that to yourself since you didn't want him good in the clutches of this dirty bird.

A noise escaped his throat, as he started shrugging. Eyes chasing the room as they landed anywhere but yours. At this point your limbs started aching, tingling with energy that traveled through your body. You were getting hotter by the minute as he slunk deeper into his chair.

"This isn't just about the money! I'm an educator! Who am I to stop children from getting an education because of circumstance they can't control! You should be happy that we're doing a program such as this! Such a benevolent thing to do, if I say so myself"

Now he was just stroking his ego, just like a certain slimy octopus you knew.

"Night Raven College is already understaffed as it is, so adding a bunch of new students-"

"- Six students"

"Same thing!" You slammed your hands on the table. "By adding seven new students in the middle of the school year you're not only doing us a disservice but also them!" With each breathe you were drawing closer to him. "They've missed half a year of curriculum! And they won't have any friends because clubs and school events are during the day- which is when they're sleeping!" At this point Crowley, the 'supposed headmaster' of NRC was slumped all the way down his chair, beak on the desk as he blinked owlishly at your fuming form.

You sighed, head between your hands as you started dragging your face, the stretch you felt in your eyes doing nothing to ease your growing headache. Which was getting worse by the minute thanks to Crowley.

it was quiet for a second. Crowley's lifeless orbs kept blinking at you. You could see the lightbulb flickering above his head and smells the oil from the gears churning into overdrive to think of some way to justify this madness. To bring actual logic to the table and convince you- a student that this was a good idea.

Pushing himself up, he cleared his throat and brushed the imaginary dust off his shoulder. Sitting up straight like he was trying to convince himself he didn't just get bitched from the school's designated janitor.

Though you were now looking longingly out the window at the school that laid a few miles south Why weren't you sent there? It would've been so much easier! They were hot princes for crying out loud! They would fight to do your work for you!

You felt the anger start subsiding into depression as Crowley began talking again.

"That aside, it is too late to discuss this as it is already in motion. The transfers will be moving in next week"

"Whatever" You were about to get up when you paused, your head mechanically started turning towards the bird who suddenly had paper work that needing organizing. "Where"

"Pardon?"

"Where will they be staying"

"At NRC of course"

"Where Crowley"

"On the campus..?"

"Yeah- where"

"I'm not following"

"What dorm are they staying at!" You yelled, the lightbulb above his head finally lit up in understanding.

"Ohhh that! Yes of course! We had to think long and hard about it, and seeing that they're new transfers who will be attending night classes, we thought it best if they stayed at that shabby- I mean lovely shack- dorm I'm so graciously letting you stay at!"

..

"We?...You know what" you were... I mean... You already had Grim?... How... But you're broke... What... 6 guys?

"This has got to be the plot of some horrible romance anime- or better yet, some cheesy porno" you muttered, back in the chair waving a snow white flag solemnly.

Almost like Crowley could read your mind, he leaned closer to you, a smile- if that's what you call it- was on his face as his glowing eyes almost held a bit of emotion of them. He reached his hand out to you, almost like he wanted you to take it. But only the great seven know where that thing's been

"Think of the children"

"I hate children!"

He gasped, throwing himself back into his chair as he kept gasping for air like a fish out of water. Almost like he couldn't believe you hated children, teens and people alike after dealing with numerous over blots, your first year friends and Grim. Like you didn't have a full time job with no stable pay that was barely enough to keep you and your singular cat afloat.

"You know what, deal time. I get double- quadruple the amount of allowance. Because how the sevens am I supposed to house 7 and a half people with the scrapes I get now?"

"Didn't I tell you we have no money"

"Well then you better add another student to your little program." You were over this back and forth, deciding to end it with your half assed remark as you got up and made your way to the door, a feeling of dread already creeping up on you. The only joy you got was when you thought about the teachers and housewardens reactions. Wondering how Crewel and Riddle took it.

But with closing and Crowley staring at your retreating figure, he quickly got a pen and started scribbling down on a random piece of paper. Muttering about how well that went and how smart he was to tell you first.

Also how dumb you were to give him the excellent idea of adding another victim to NRC's new night program.

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