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hi this is my first time doing a request lol so I hope I'm doing it right 😭

Could u write a han smut where maybe he's brother's bsf and there an age gap between him and reader?

BLUE SUNRISE — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: sub!jisung, noona!reader, age gap, slight degrading, face sitting, handjob, praising, use of “good boy”

blue hair, a guitar over the shoulder, an earring in the lip and the eyebrow, big scared eyes — that’s what the guy looked like on your doorstep.

“this is jisung.” your younger brother said, pointing behind him.

it was a month ago, in the middle of july.

your brother had just returned from college for the summer holidays and decided to bring a friend with him. why he had to be introduced to the whole family, you still couldn’t understand. but your first thought was that he was going to come out and introduce jisung as his boyfriend.

contrary to the slutty look, jisung behaved very shyly. he hadn’t addressed you directly all evening, stood awkwardly in places, but continued to throw quick glances at you, probably thinking that you didn't notice anything.

inadvertently, you looked at him too, when he turned away. everything about him made you want to watch. sharp jawline that you thought you’d get cut if you touch it, eyebrow piercing with a large earring, vibrant blue hair, dark eyeshadow, but at the same time a beaming smile — the contrast was killing you.

fortunately or not, this was not your last meeting. your brother ignored your initial complaints and gradually you've started seeing jisung almost every day — watching him eat your family's supply of chips, play video game with your brother, stay for dinner and then overnight because it's "too late to go home". you gradually got used to seeing him in your field of vision so often.

but that didn't help the feelings you were fighting. jisung was the same age as your brother, which meant he was four years younger than you. it didn't seem right to think of him that way, but looking at the piercing in his lip, all you wanted was to know what it’d be like to kiss him.

no matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to ignore his presence. especially when he was walking around your house in his swimming trunks and calling you “noona”. you couldn't stop those butterflies in your stomach, and the desire to pinch him under you, make him moan your name. in the past month you realized how much you needed a dick. his dick.

but jisung either didn’t notice how flustered you were getting next to him, or was afraid to overstep the invisible boundaries. he never looked at you longer than he was “supposed to”, didn't come into your room without knocking, didn't even touch you, and barely spoke to you.

it was a game with fire. with such an age difference, if you were caught, you would get beaten up not only by your parents, but also by your brother. that's why all you could do was watch him from the sidelines, memorize his habits and things he liked.

you didn't notice how you learned every little detail about him. his favorite food was chocolate cake, the anime he loved to rewatch was “howl's moving castle”. he could fall asleep in any place and position, but at the same time he liked to do something until the sunrise.

it was the middle of the night when you heard strange sounds coming from the garage. for a second you got scared, because your family used it only as a storage. that's why the last thing you expected to see in this musty part of the house was jisung, enthusiastically playing something on the guitar at three in the morning.

"i'm sorry... did I wake you up?" he let go of the strings, raising his head in your direction. strands of blue hair fell over his forehead and he casually brushed them aside without taking his eyes off you. it was unusual to see his bare face. without a heavy eyeshadow he looked even more like his age.

"no..." and you didn't lie. you really weren’t sleeping, jerking off at the thought of him fucking you raw. you were going to wash your hands, and finally fall asleep, but the noise brought you here. you awkwardly stumbled in the doorway, until jisung invited you in.

that night he sang you what he's been working on. he even showed his notebook — million of neatly written words on paper dedicated to someone. the intimacy of that moment was so unusual and strange for your relationship, it made you feel special. you will always remember it.

after reading a few lyrics, you realized that he was writing about a girl he couldn't get for some reason. the girl he fell in love with at first sight and now couldn’t get out of his head.

and it hurt you to think that somewhere out there, most likely in college, there was a girl he wanted so badly that he even dedicated a song to her. you tried to act casual while listening to him sing. it sounded magical, and you admitted once again how talented he was. even though deep inside you felt like you were ready to cry. why did you even check this stupid garage?

despite your inner pain, your curiosity and desire to get to know him better were stronger. that’s how your musical nights started.

at first you only listened to him, but then you asked him to teach you how to play. and soon the night concerts turned into night lessons.

the dim light of the floor lamp, dusty boxes and an old sofa in the corner, and the two of you in the center of the room — on chairs that should have been thrown away ten years ago. but even under those conditions, you were happy. you finally found an approach to jisung, found that point of contact, what unites you.

the interactions outside of night hours changed too. jisung started to act more calmly around you. the greatest indicator of the changes were his light touches. he’s never touched you before, even when he started teaching you. but now he would grab you by shoulders when passing by, could grab your hands to put them in the right position, and other light skin contact that was putting your body on fire.

jisung was peaceful and focused during lessons, unlike you. it was hard for you to keep cool, after seeing him in pajama pants and a tank top only. his arm muscles were so prominent, especially when he was playing. he also had a habit of licking his lips quite often and playing with his earring. at first you thought he was teasing you, but nevertheless, your eyes kept gluing there.

“bb-dm-c and repeat bb-dm-c.” jisung’s fingers plucked the strings with ease, while you struggled to simply get yours in the right position.

you sighed heavily and buried your hands in your palms. everything was going wrong tonight. it all began with your ruined orgasm, when, for some reason, jisung knocked on your door thirty minutes earlier than usual. so now you were sitting with a puddle of wetness in your panties, trying not to squirm too much. you tried to follow his words, but your wet pussy was making you lose all your focus. your body didn’t even need a light touch from him — his presence was enough to cause a reaction.

"it's okay, noona.” he patted you on the shoulder and gave a reassuring smile. "look at me and try to remember the movements of my fingers, okay?"

the melody of the chorus continued, followed by his soft hums. the truth was — you didn't exactly hear what he said. you only stared at his pretty lips moving, and the way he clamped the earring between his teeth, starting to play. you were so so down bad for someone you’ve only known for a month. he was your brothers friend for fuck’s sake. and still you couldn’t help but stare at his bare face like a lovesick fool, study how his biceps strained when he changed chords, notice his adam’s apple bobbing when he sang.

“got it?” jisung stopped, a bit of shyness still remained in his voice.

“y-yes…” you gulped and instantly nodded to save your ass.

god, why was he making you shutter like this?

“okay.” he put his guitar aside. “then show me what you’ve learned.”

“w-what?! no! we just started on the chorus!” you wished you could scream louder, but it was already past two in the morning.

“sorry-sorry!” jisung immediately surrendered, his cheeks getting all puffy out of embarrassment. his tongue ran over his lower lip and stopped at the piercing, sucking on the metal.

you felt your pussy starting to throb even harder, and clenched your legs, not taking your eyes off his lips.

“i know.” not even a second of thinking jisung loudly sighed and stood up, now looking at you from atop.

your heart started racing as you saw him towering over you. what was he doing? you were ready to apologize for being such a bad student and for wasting his time. guilt quickly took over your body and you gave him a sympathetic look.

“hey, i think we can continue tomor-” you began, but got cut off by his hands on yours bringing you up.

“come here.” he said boldly, while leading you with him on the couch. “sit on my lap.”

“w-what?” your eyes were still on his hands, breathing becoming an impossible task as he shifted your body to where he wanted you to be.

he placed one hand on your waist, pressing you closer to his chest, as the other picked up the guitar and put it over your legs. then he grabbed your hands and placed them on the instrument, seemingly ignoring your flustered state. his breath was ticking your neck, and you could feel his chest rising and falling as he breathed. thankfully, he couldn’t see your red face from behind. a soft hum escaped his lips as he seemingly got satisfied with the position you were in.

“alright. try to remember where i place your fingers, ‘kay?” he said softly and you slightly jerked.

it was the first time you were that close to each other. the wetness between your legs became unbearable, your panties were absolutely drenched by now.

you thought you would be able to sit through it until he placed his chin on your shoulder for a better view and his chest got pressed impossibly close to your back. that was it for you. if you didn’t get out of his lap now, you would end up fucking him right here.

“jisung- stop…” you sighed loudly, trying to get up.

but your attempt was interrupted by his hands going on your waist again and holding you tightly in place.

“what’s wrong? i’m trying to help you.”

did he really not understand what he was doing or was he just pretending?

“can’t you see how flustered you make me?!” you nearly yelled in annoyance, finally turning at him.

“oh-“ jisung froze, blinking at you stupidly. “why?”

you were about to laugh in his face.

“because you are so fucking hot?” the annoyance in your voice mixed with embarrassment. “are you really that dumb that you can’t see how i’m always horny and wet around you?!”

“oh- i-i’m sorry…” he said carefully, looking shyly to the side. “i actually didn’t realize that- i’m sorry…”

his face turned completely red, but his hands hadn’t left your waist.

you weren’t even angry at him anymore, just insanely needy and turned on. the blush on his cheeks was so cute, and the way he avoided eye contact made you want him even more. you took him by chin and forcefully turned his head to face you. jisung gasped, still the most red you has even seen him be.

“not so bold now, huh?” you teased and leaned close to him, so he could feel your breath on his lips.

“i… uh- i-” it was unfair how he looked even cuter like that, all nervous under you.

you would lie if you said you didn’t fucking adore this side of him. it also made you want to tease him more, so you did.

“do you want me to kiss you?”

he stared at you dumbly for a second as if his brain stopped working.

“do i… noona… oh god-” his mouth hanged open as he gulped, and you smiled at his expression. fuck, how was he even real?

the room grew silent, nothing else other that the tense breathing from the two of you. jisung kept switching between your eyes and lips, while you were waiting, searching for a sign of discomfort, for him to say that he wasn’t thinking what you were thinking of right now.

but he didn’t. he was just as desperate for you, licking his lips in anticipation. you could see how nervous he got by he way he kept twitching his piercing again. god, you wanted to feel it so bad.

for the first time in your life, you weren’t afraid to make the first move. millimeters between your faces disappeared as you finally placed your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer to you. his blue hair were soft and he moaned quietly, when you tucked your fingers in them.

the sharp taste of metal mixed with his saliva and his scent, attacking your already throbbing pussy. it was unusual to feel something else other than tongue and lips, maybe even a little disgusting, but at the same time incredibly hot. as soon as you felt jisung’s body relax under you and he started stroking your hips, you ran your tongue over his lower lip and played with the piercing, just like he always did.

jisung’s eyes opened widely and he broke the kiss, groaning like an impatient puppy.

“noona, what are you…”

his shuttering only made you want act bolder with him.

“wanna continue or-”

“yes-yes! please, noona! please!” jisung mumbled, his doe eyes looking at you from below.

“you are so sweet, jisungie…” you chucked, leaning in again to leave a quick kiss on his neck.

jisung joilted under you and you finally felt his eagerness poking your thigh. that only made your realize how badly you wanted to touch him more and you instantly reached down to grab on his dick through the fabric.

and then something happened — jisung whimpered… whimpered! and his expression settled into a mix of pain and desperation. it was an entirely new look on him — the one that you could only imagine in your fantasies before — a vulnerable, desperate side. clearly, he’s never looked like a dominant guy, but still you never would’ve thought you’d hear him whimpering under you. the wave of arousal that rushed down to your pussy almost made you pass out.

“shit, shit!” he groaned, watching you with blown out pupils as you kept palming him through his pants. “ah, fuck! noona, that feels so good-“

“yeah?” you smiled cheekily, satisfied with a state you’ve gotten him into. “want me to touch you more?”

“mhm-“ he whimpered again.

“shh, be quiet or you’ll get us in trouble.” you couldn’t forget about the fact that your entire family was still in the house sleeping. “if you keep whimpering like a horny bitch, someone will surely wake up.”

jisung’s eyes widened at your words and he bit his lip to suppress the sound that crawled up his throat.

despite your rebuke, you didn’t hesitate to pull down his pants and boxers, revealing his painfully hard cock. jisung hissed at the cool air, but still blushed, averting his gaze. the corner of your lips curved into a smirk and you pressed on the tip, watching the precum glistening. jisung let his mouth fall open in a silent scream of pleasure, his eyebrows furrowed together as he kept adjusting to new sensations.

to his credit, he tried to listen, but only lasted for a few seconds. he thought he would actually be able to keep quiet, up until you wrapped your hand around his dick and started pumping him slowly.

it was so enticing; this pace was too slow compared to how much jisung was turned on. but he kept sitting like a good boy, letting you control his body entirely.

he was looking at you from under half-closed eyelids, sweaty bangs tousled over his face, and chest occasionally heaved as he let out the most pitiful sobs you've ever heard. you felt as another wave of arousal hit you and shifted slightly in place, trying to remove the tension between your legs.

you watched how the veins on his dick glisten with wetness, how the skin gathered at the head. the way you started to flick your wrist, with your palm sweeping over the leaking tip, made him cry out even more, moaning your name.

“shh, remember what i said?”

“s-sorry- you hand feels so good… c-can’t-“

his whimpers were too good to your ear, and you couldn’t care less about being caught anymore.

why did he have to sound so seductive saying that?

jisung was moaning and squirming, leaking so much precum that you could feel your entire wrist getting covered in his desire.

“i’ve wanted this for so long.” he suddenly confessed, voice low and breathy. “why did you have to be such a tease, noona?”

his words made you pause for a second, staring down at him with a semi-surprised look towards his confession, until the realization hit you. he really was playing dumb this whole time! this little shit!

you gripped the base of his cock just a little too tightly, and pulled away to snap at him. “i’m not the one who teased.”

“‘m sorry- i just didn’t have the courage to make the first move, you know? i-i’m sorry! don’t be mad at me!” he kept blurting out, his mouth betraying him faster than his mind could keep up. “you look so hot and confident all the time, noona. of course, every guy is afraid to approach you!”

“afraid?” you slowly asked, your hand hadn’t left the base of his cock, only wrapping harder around it. “are you afraid of me?”

jisung whimpered, bucking his hips up embarrassingly.

“n-no, no! i’m just saying that you always look so pretty, and gorgeous, and hot, and i fell in love with you the day i saw you for the first time.” he started babbling, making you smile fondly. “i only hesitated, because you are that much older than me, noona. i didn’t think you would be interested. i even wrote songs about you…”

as you were about to say you forgive him, he mumbled the last sentence in a quiet voice and looked at you with those doe eyes.

oh, you were so stupid! you were about to smack your own forehead. how could you not put two plus two together this whole time? “the girl he couldn’t get and fell in love with at first sight?” of course!

“now shut up or i’ll stop.” you replied shyly, trying to act cool, while a pink shade of blush covered your cheeks.

“no-no, don’t stop. please. i’ll shut up. just don’t leave me here like this.” he said, clearly not shutting up and grabbed your hand in his, thrusting his hips slightly to meet the movements, silently demanding you to continue.

obviously, you wouldn’t leave jisung like this, especially after his confession. he was so stupidly cute, pure and adorable. you also couldn’t wait to see how he looks when he cums. almost as much as he needed to see you naked. you were still fully clothed sitting on top of him.

besides, it would be great fodder for your nights of shameful masturbation at the thought of this boy.

“‘m close… aaghh! s-so close, noona!” the noises jisung let out were beautiful and breathtaking. in that moment you wished you could record some of it for yourself.

despite that, you immediately pulled away, forcing him to open his eyes and pleadingly ask you: “noona?”

“eat me out first like a good boy, ‘kay?” you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine with your words.

as you finally got off from his lap and started undressing you heard his husky voice saying: “fuck- that’s hot.”

you giggled, looking back at him. he was staring at you like a painting in the museum, watching carefully as your clothes flew on the floor, scared to miss any second of it. his breathing got heavier as he watched you reveal more and more skin, his mind flooding with thoughts that he shouldn’t be thinking. but it was too late. you looked so good to him, he could feel his dick twitching, aching for the attention it so badly craved.

“enjoying the view?” you teased as you got rid of last bits of clothing.

jisung blushed, but kept looking. his desire finally overcame his shyness.

a shiver went through your body at the hungry look in jisung’s half-lidded eyes, now focused on the curves of your body.

you pushed him on the chest, signalizing to lay on the back and he obeyed, watching you move up toward his face.

“fuck...” he breathed out in shock, pupils blown wide, lips parted before the corners pulled into a hungry grin. he couldn’t believe his luck.

you looked down at the hearts in his eyes as your thighs come to rest alongside his puffy cheeks. your pulse suddenly quickened at the realization — you were about to let your brother’s friend tongue fuck your dripping pussy.

“you are so hot, noona.” jisung speaked up once last time on the edge of a moan. his voice was rough, thick with arousal.

he wanted to be used by you so bad that he wasn’t sure he could handle holding back anymore. particularly, when your glistening pussy was just above his face.

abruptly, jisung’s palms cupped over your thighs and brought you down to his face. his movements started uncertain at first, almost unnoticeable, but after a few laps of the tongue, he adjusted the pace, making your mind already racing. you even nearly leaped off his face.

“hold still, noona.”

the way he still kept calling you that while being completely crushed under your body made your breath hitch.

his hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you tight onto his face. you were not going anywhere.

all you could focus on was his tongue flicking up across your slick folds. he was eating your pussy like he was starving, paying no mind to your flinching.

he circled his tongue up around your clit. your moans came out hot and breathy, and you grasped at his blue hair, feeling overwhelmed.

“jesus, jisung… what the fuck-“

you could see the smile in his eyes and he only pressed into your clit harder after the praise. he was so damn proud of himself and the reaction he was getting from you.

“you taste incredible.” he mumbled before thrusting his tongue right into your cunt.

“oh- god! holy- fuck, slow down!” your plea was quiet and not convincing at all, especially when you started grinding on his face yourself.

your eyes rolled back in satisfaction and moans were probably so loud, your whole family must’ve been behind the door already. but you couldn’t care less, when jisung was eating you out like this. he was just devouring you. your head fell back and you spread your knees to sink down further on his face. your worries about accidentally suffocating the poor guy have been dispelled as he adjusted his grip and wouldn’t let you back up.

his nose kept touching repeatedly on your swollen clit and you cried out at the pressure. you were starting to lose control, your body threatening to submit to an intense orgasm at any moment… and that’s when you stopped.

“jisung-jisung, wait.” you put all effort to get out of his intense grip.

“what?” the disappointed look on his face made you wanna coo at him. “did i do something wrong? you don’t like it?”

“no-no! of course not!” patting his cheek, you crawled to the bottom of the couch, right where his still hard cock was. “i wanna ride you.”

you could hear how jisung’s breath hitched once again and you put all your effort not to chuckle at him.

you looked at his dick, trying to ignore the way your own breath hitched too. all you wanted right now was to sit on him, feel him fucking you raw. the fantasy you’ve been replaying over and over in your mind.

“wait- before we start…” jisung interrupted you midway.

he propped himself up on the elbows and you watched him with a genuine confused look. but he didn’t stop, ending up with his face next to your breasts.

“didn’t have time to feel them…” he justified himself and you chuckled in embarrassment.

but that emotion left you quickly as he started kissing down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone. his hands followed the curve of your breasts and you panted loudly to catch your breath.

the way he looked up at you while sucking on your hard nipple and pinching the other between his fingers, added to the heartbeat thumping between your legs. you breathed out his name shakily and bit into your lip. it was harder and harder to keep quiet.

jisung raised an eyebrow at you and flashed the naughtiest little grin, while keeping on playing with your breasts. you could feel the metal circle touching your sensitive flesh and it made you even more impatient.

“stop looking at me like that and let me ride you…” you scoffed, lightly pushing him in his chest. he sighed disappointingly, but complied. how could he possible be oppose that?

you wrapped your hand around his swelling dick and pumped it a little, giggling at his puppy-like whimpers.

“wanna fuck me?” you teased him, enjoying the desperation painted on his face.

you were absolutely loving this.

“oh shit- yes-yes, noona.” he nodded as he bucked his dick into your grip.

you leaned up and whispered in his ear. “wanna stretch me open? make me scream? watch how my tits bounce while i ride you? is that what you wanna do, jisungie?”

his face flushed completely at your words and he brought his hands to cover his pink cheeks, groaning in frustration. “stop…”

“aww.” you cooed. “is jisungie embarrassed? this is what you get for playing with me for so long.”

“but i apologized…” he pouted.

“correct. this is exactly why i’m still gonna fuck you.” you said, smirking at the way his rosy cheeks darkened.

dick pulsated hard in your hand as you slid it between your wet folds. jisung must have been so sensitive, moaning loud at this simple action, hands gripping on your thighs again. you let yourself sink down slowly, to feel and remember every second, every vein of his dick. a muffled moan came out of you as you sinked down further, arching your back. your heart pounded.

slowly, your walls began to stretch around his thick head. the senses were overwhelmingly delicious.

“noona…”

you were distracted by jisung’s whimpering underneath you. you opened your eyes and looked at his face, which showed a mixture of satisfaction, lust and embarrassment.

“noona…”

“what, jisungie?”

“i-i don’t think i’ll last long, if you are this slow…” he swallowed, licking his lips. “i-i don’t wanna rush you, of course. b-but i’m so fucking close.”

“i’m not even halfway in, and you are ready to cum?” you forcefully raised your voice a little just to see his flush deepen.

“‘m sorry…” he whispered.

“fine.” you sank down on his cock in one motion.

it filled you to the brim, and you both gasped at the feeling. the look on his face was well worth it. his head fell back, bitten lips parted, cheeks flushed, brows furrowed. a ray of sunrise on his face. it was the first time you really noticed how beautiful he really was.

you started grinding your hips and groaning at the feeling of his cock stirring up your insides. his hands switched to your waist, helping you stay in place, and your grip switched from his chest to the arm of the couch as you kept working yourself up and down in his lap. he was so deep inside you.

“good boy, jisungie…”

another needy moan fell out of him and his face looked almost pained by your words.

he didn’t want this to stop. he didn’t want to cum so fast, trying his best to make you slow down, but all he could do was whimper and moan like crazy, which only fueled your desire to act rougher.

it was all just hot. you couldn’t even feel the cold air of the garage anymore, sweat forming on your skin. your head rolled back as you came, feeling the familiar pleasure spreading through your body. jisung came right after you, his cock throbbed painfully as he saw the fucked out look on your face. he came right inside you and you moaned in satisfaction, feeling the thick liquid spreading over the walls.

heavy breathing and hot moans filled the room. jisung grinned when you mouthed a silent “fuck“ at him.

with his dick still inside you, you leaned in, letting your lips connect. you played with his tongue, enjoying the filthy squelching sound. that only made his pretty face to flare up even more.

“you look so cute like this, pretty boy. you can keep going on for me just a little more, can't you?" you said with a sweet voice, looking on his pretty doe eyes, making him feel like he really was the most special.

he couldn’t help but mewl out a little “yes”, while another shade of blush spread across his puffy cheeks.

you still have some time before everyone wakes up.

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NPC Life is the best

(Genshin Impact x gn reader - sagau)

(second person pov)

Prologue —> part 1 —> part.2

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After being tossed into the world of teyvat, you start to make your way down starsnatch cliff. Unlike what you had previously thought, the winds were quite gentle and gave you a sense of serenity that some what soothed your aching head. It was about sunrise when you had landed here so it shouldn’t take until sunset to get to mondstat.

the dirt path was a great aid to the city and in all honesty the walk down the cliff was quite nice as you got see the lovely sights of windrise and a ancient four winds temple.

there were a few adventures out and about but they paid you no mind. It was better that way. as you slowly approached the small cooking pot set almost right outside the city you decided it be best to test a few things.

Grabbing a small left over sack from the wood stump, you took out a small pocket knife sheathed in leather. Taking the small knife out you looked around to see if anyone was there. to your relief there was no one besides the pigeons on the bridge.

gently holding the knife you proceeded to make a small cut on the side of your wrist.

Gold..

quickly after your discovery you use the bandages in the small bag to cover it up. Wouldn’t want someone to see that..

gently holding the sack you found you thought it’d be best to keep it. It’s free no? Smiling happily with your newly found possession you started to walk across the large bridge.

a few characters you decided were best to avoid were obviously venti and kaeya. Venti was an archon so it was already a big no even if he didn’t know what you looked like. Kaeya is from khanria so who knows what he could sense. Both of them have visions so both of them could possibly recognize your aura.. even though venti uses a fake one, it’s still likely that as an archon he would recognize your aura regardless..

well that is if they decide to believe in the strange aura of yours. There’s a chance they won’t even bother tracking you down.

gathering your thoughts together you make your way into the city nodding at both of the guards as a sign of respect. To your surprise they didn’t even stop you from going in without a small questioning.. you guess it’s because they barely get any respect *snorts*.

walking into the city, you realize it’s about 9 o’clock and your a bit peckish after the long walk. Why not treat yourself to a delicious fisherman’s toast? looking around you as you make your way up to Sara, you find that the city is more crowded than what it seems to be in game. People by the fountain, merchants flocking the side of the paths, and even little kids playing with what looked to be a yo-yo. In all honesty it put a smile on your face. Everything was so beautiful.

making your way up to the counter of good hunter you spot a familiar sight, amber and Eula were eating at good hunter too! ‘Oh god it’s my otp AAAAAAA’

‘Calm down y/n..’

‘Calm down’

afraid of staring at the pair for too long, you glance away not noticing the strange look Eula shot at you.

after waiting in line for a little bit you manage to finally order your beloved fisherman’s toast. Using the mora inside your (stolen) bag you pay off the fisherman’s toast and find a spot to enjoy your crispy delight.

“Why hello there” a familiar but suave voice calls out to you.

“I haven’t seen you before, are you perhaps an outlander like our dear honorary knight?”

god.. it was kaeya

“Hm? Oh I’m actually from liyue.” You lie trying to maintain a calm demeanor.

“Oh? I Must say, you don’t dress like someone from liyue, I apologize for my assumption.” He looks down at you with a sly smile and inquisitive look.

“It’s no problem, really” god you never realized how hard it was to act.. you should’ve taken up those acting classes from your aunt.

“If you say so” he smiles again. “Enjoy your stay in mondstat I’d love to show you around some time traveler”

“Oh no, i mustn’t take up your time”

“Oh but I insist. Whats your name by the way lovely traveler?” He says with a confident look on his face.

“Y/n, you must be the suave Calvary captain that all the ladies in mondstat have been chatting about.” You tease him slightly to get the attention off of you

“You flatter me Y/n. Your quite the smooth talker yourself” he chuckles and smirks.

“Well it was nice getting to meet you, I must be on my way now, even though I would’ve loved to stay and chat”

“It’s no problem Kaeya” you smile softly and wave off to him as he walks away.

‘Holy fucking shit’

You felt as though your life flashed through your eyes as you finish up your fisherman’s toast. Hopefully he didn’t see through your facade.. he might’ve noticed your aura but probably dismissed it as something else. well he’s gone now so there’s no need to worry to much about him right now.

the thing you should be worrying about is going broke after all.

what job would suit your NPC like needs..

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Two Sides To The Devil - Johnny Slaughter (Episode 2)

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Completed series :) Summary: Johnny Slaughter kidnaps you and you wake up in his basement. You negotiate your way out of death by offering to lure in male victims with your beauty. Johnny entertains your desperate offer. He ends up having to protect you and slowly starts to fall in love with his victim, and so do you. Word count: 2,825 Warnings: MDNI, non-consensual touching, explicit descriptions of violence, blood

You walk into the bar. Johnny makes a bee line for the seat in the furthest stool to the right while you stay by the entrance scanning the room. The thought of one of the people spending their last moments in this bar was surreal to think about. And the guilt was starting to take over. You try brushing the thoughts away, as your own life was at stake.

You make your way to the bar and sit on one of the stools closer to the left. Far away from Johnny, but close enough so that he could hear everything being said while being able to keep a real close eye in case you try escaping. To your surprise he already seemed busy with a woman. You look over to him and catch yourself staring, so did he. While the woman looked away for a second he winked at you, making sure you knew he caught you.

A wave of jealousy hits you and you feel confused and quite frankly, disgusted by the insinuation that your brain had suggested. She laughs at something Johnny says and playfully hits his shoulder. You see him hunched over the bar playing with the rim of his glass while smirking and entertaining the woman's giggles. He makes sure to avoid eye contact with you but he knows youre watching him.

He places his hand lazily around her waist and listens to her while she talks. She seemed quite talkative and he wasn't really listening but he made sure to pay attention to her with physical touch, stroking her waist and sides. Eventually he went lower until his hand was resting on her thigh, he gave her that same gentle squeeze he gave you earlier.

It was clear that you were nothing special to him. This wasn't you winning at his game, it was all a part of his plan. He liked the hunt. He liked toying with you and giving you a false sensation of power. And when you feel like you have him exactly where you want him, when you feel the most powerful, he’ll reclaim and strip the power away from you, making sure you knew he was in control the whole time. Whether it be psychological or physical, he’ll best you in either.

You continue watching him for a while longer until your staring gets interrupted. “Alright lady, will you order anything?” the bartender is cleaning a glass with a cloth, you've been sitting here for a while gawking at some guy, he was not letting you use up a stool without you ordering. “Yes, she will have a… what would you like, peach?” a man in his late twenties, maybe early 30s looks over to you with a warm smile. You hadn't noticed but he was sitting right beside you the whole time. “uhh.. ill take whatever, really. But I guess maybe a tequila sunrise”. You tried directing your attention back at the man beside you, rather than Johnny's hands on that woman.

He gives a nod to the bartender, confirming your order. He already had his drink in front of him. He turned his body to face you, resting his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands together. You knew what this was, you didn't even look in his direction but here he was throwing himself at you, men were too easy. “So what is a pretty girl like you doing at a bar alone?” he looks slightly up to meet your gaze. “i felt i needed some time alone, i need distractin’”. Your body is facing forward, you turn your head to meet the man looking up at you, but instead, your gaze falls straight over and past him and you're met with Johnny smirking slyly towards you, waiting to see your next move. He has a shit eating grin on his face seeing how uninterested you seemed in the man. You read his facial expression and sense he’s feeling pride. He's feeling proud over having scared you into not flirting with other men, because god forbid… if they touch you…

You start to feel sick of it. I mean sure you weren't even interested in the man to begin with but over your dead body, that Johnny would think that he's the cause of it. You decide to play along with his game again. Slowly but sensually you turn to face the man and you meet his gaze as close as you could get. “I think a man like you could distract me from my problems just fine”. You give his lips a glance and you see him choke on his nervosity, you can see the mental pep talks he's giving himself to keep his cool around you. Just as he calms down you pull away and conveniently your tequila sunrise greeted you on the bar.

Still facing him and poking your chest out a little, you take a sip from your drink without breaking eye contact. You take a quick glance back at Johnny and it looks like smoke was about to come out of his ears and nose, he was furious and you lived for it. The woman is now practically in his lap, trying desperately to get him to touch her again. He reluctantly put his hands back on her body, but this time his focus is entirely you.

“What's your name honey?” you stay confident. “James, and yours?” he started becoming progressively more confident, now knowing the type he’s dealing with. “Mikaela” you say somewhat dryly. “Well Mikaela, may I kiss you?” he asked cautiously, but somehow cocky at the same time. You knew Johnny would probably kill you, but at this point, you didn't care.

You grabbed the man's collar and pulled him close to you, biting your lips, until you connected with the man's wet mouth. You kept kissing him and he happily returned the kiss. But you were lost in thought of what Johnny might do to you. You reluctantly open your eyes and see him grab the woman's face and forcibly bring it to his mouth. His tongue meeting hers and dancing along in a synchronized rhythm. Neither of you break eye contact and for the moment you are passionately kissing your respective victims while keeping intimate eye contact with each other. You see the hunger in his eyes wishing the woman holding onto his big shoulders was you. He sees the hunger in your eyes wishing the man pulling her waist close was him.

The kiss gets increasingly passionate. Johnny, at one point gives you that smirk that you’ve slowly started to grow, oh, so fond of. You smile back and for a second forgot… he wasn't the man kissing you. With the upscaling intensity you felt a hand grab your ass. You flinch as you somehow didn't expect anything more than kissing. Well, you didn't even expect touching but here your stubborn self was. As this was more than you signed up for, you pulled away and tried grabbing the attention of the man kissing you, breaking Johnny's eye contact. He met your confused and disapproving gaze with a sly smirk and thirst for more and you kept pulling away to make your point crystal clear.

He doesn't get the hint… or he does, but he disrespects your wishes to finish and pulls you back in. This time he uses more force. “don't do this to me baby, give me what you just gave me” he whispers breathlessly in your ear. “please get off me” you heart racing, you didn't want him hurting you more than he already was. “you were acting like a whore a moment ago, you need distractin’, remember?”. He quickly stood up from his chair, making it fall behind him, now grasping your upper arm hard and directing you to the bar bathroom.

For the second time during these cursed 24 hours, you feel scared for your life, or at the very least scared for your innocence. As a last attempt for a savior you look over to the man responsible for all of it, Johnny. To your surprise he was already rushing your direction with a clenched jaw and fist. This was the most furious you had seen him all night.

It all went so fast. One second your arm was bruising from the hold the man had you in, the next second Johnny lifted his fist and for a split second you thought it was headed your way, until you felt the hand’s tight grip of your arm weaken and suddenly, it was fully released. You had shut your eyes and held your head and ears with your arms to protect you from an incoming attack. Instead, you hesitantly open your eyes to see the man on the floor and Johnny towering over him. His fist connecting with his nose and blood was slowly covering the bar floor. The bartender, continuing the cleaning of his glasses, gives the one he’s holding a quick blow. “listen buddy, take your business elsewhere, you're scaring my customers”.

Without hesitation he drags the man outside the bar. You follow Johnny like a dog with his tail between his legs, almost ashamed. The woman was left shocked to her core, little does she know, she dodged a bullet not pursuing Johnny. Once you exit the bar you see him continuously spraying punches to the man’s head who is most likely fully blacked out by that point. You had no other place than to stand and watch. A part of you is thankful that out of all the guys in the bar, you managed to pick the worst one and that he’ll get the honor of meeting his maker. It's a win-win situation, one less perv on this earth, and you get to go to sleep guilt free.

You look up at the sky and think back to when you were in the car, when the sun was still setting. You were right. The stars do look beautiful on a cloud free night such as this. More beautiful than they have ever looked. You keep your head facing the sky and close your eyes. The sounds of heavy fists hitting the man's skull, Johnny's heavy breathing, cussing and gurgling of the man's last moments were suddenly muffled as you closed your eyes, tears now streaming down your face. You feel the cool breeze of the night target your wet face and a chill travels up your spine. You don't move, you take this moment and enjoy it to the fullest. You don't know how much of your life is left, what else life has to offer other than pain and suffering. You take deep breaths, feeling the fresh oxygen filling your lungs as you inhale, and all worries release as you exhale.

You slowly open your eyes, tears still flowing uncontrollably, your head still leaned back. Defeated, you look up at the stars. You find yourself looking for this God people keep raving about. Where does he reside during cloud free days? Where is he now that you’re hurting? You look to the stars twinkle in the sky. Do they know you’re hurting? Are they watching this man get beat to death? Will the universe mercilessly watch as your last breath escapes your body? Subconsciously, you take a deeper breath with that last thought. You want your last breath to be far away from this day.

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Johnny hovered over the man's disfigured face and body, being satisfied with his work, people like him made killing easier. He walks over to you, you’re watching the sky. He studies you for a moment, you seem completely out of it. Watching the stars, deep in thought, and as if they provided some form of comfort for you. He decides to step away from you and drag the body of the man into the back of his truck. He already had the body bags, rope and other useful utensils back there. Other than the bar, nothing else in town was open. And even the bar was nearly empty. Dragging the body of a half dead man in the middle of town might sound risky. But around these parts, it was like trying to catch a drop of blood in the sea, undetectable.

After putting the man in the back of his truck, Johnny comes back to you. You're still standing, watching the sky. Now he’s getting impatient with you. “Enough woman! You've caused enough trouble for the day” he grabs your wrist and pulls you back into reality. Before you know it, you are situated back into the passenger seat of his car, but this time with no restraints. The car, once again, rumbles into motion and you take off, leaving the man's dried blood and chunks of flesh to be feasted on by insects.

Johnny is facing forward, not acknowledging your existence. He scrambles around in his pocket looking for something. He pulls out a cigarette and places it between his lips. He returns to his pocket and pulls out a lighter, lighting the cigarette, all while keeping one hand firmly on the steering wheel. He takes a deep hit of his cigarette and settles it between his index and middle finger and stretches his left arm out of the window, holding the cigarette. He holds the smoke in for a second and later releases it with a deep sigh, the cloud filling the car and making its way to poison your lungs. You were never a smoker, but there was something about him doing it that made it look more elegant than it was.

“...thank you” you feel ashamed for even saying it. Maybe you should’ve said ‘I'm sorry’. He just beat a man halfway to hell, but you're sure he's used to it. You technically didn't see much of the act itself, you were distracted by the stars, you've always felt they had something to do with the true meaning of life. You tread carefully, afraid you might be next. “I didn't mean to be difficult…” you take a small pause “...i’m sorry” the apology came out more like the squeak of a mouse, but you felt it was appropriate to add it nonetheless. He continues looking straight ahead towards the road and you begin playing with the ends of your long hair in order to provide some self soothing and prepare yourself for what's to come.

“You don't have to apologize” his voice was low but gentle. He seemed to be calm and you got the feeling that he tried reassuring you he wasn't mad, even though he didn't say it. This felt like a surprisingly human moment coming from him. You knew what he was capable of, and how quick he could switch from kind to rough but you wanted this side of him to stay a little longer. “Does it hurt? your hands, that is” you had noticed his knuckles were red and bleeding. He seemed almost startled by the question, of course he didn't expect it, but his facial expression also seemed to soften once he fully absorbed the question. “no darlin’... don't worry about me, im fine”

Your body was fully facing him at this point. You watch him as he drives, his face looked like it was carved by God himself, not a single flaw other than his big scar cutting through his eye, which honestly only added to his charm and mystique. You wonder if another woman had placed that on him while she desperately flayed her arms to get away from him. You feel yourself get hypnotized by his hair swaying back and forth caused by the wind trying to catch up to the car's speed. How could someone so stunningly beautiful be capable of the acts he was committing, and yet, you hadn't even seen half of it, you bet. You continue watching him and feel your eyelids get heavy. It's been a long day and the headache is starting to catch up to you, the lack of food making your stomach rumble. Your body still facing him , you try to create a makeshift pillow with your hands and place it on your shoulders to rest your head.

Johnny takes notice of you making yourself comfortable in his truck but he allows you. You’re exhausted but try to stay awake. Through your lazy attempts to keep your eyelids open, you see him glance over at you every now and then. And for the first time since the bar incident, you see that little smirk peering through. It was warm, and it gave you a sense of comfort, like you were safe with him. You pretend he's not the man he is for a moment and let yourself drift off. Keeping the mental image of his warm smirk to tuck yourself into your sleep.

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chaoshoranghae · 8 months

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Stargazing with the dreamies

these were so short :(

i'm backkkkk

i have about 16 drafts i have started over the past but i will now be working on it again

classes also start in about a week as well

Mark

Doesn't know much about constellations tbh

But enjoys the concept of the date and the time with you

100% get ideas for a song

Or he'd have his guitar and just start singing

Both of you guys start researching about the constellations you might be seeing

Names his next song one of those constellations

Renjun

I mean??? Hes so interested in space and aliens he could go on

Almost like picnic day/ renjun info dumps

I for one would love it

He would talk forever and ever about all these constellations even bring up horoscopes, whether you believe in them or not

Probably start singing about the stars too

If not singing he has music playing in the bg

Multiple different cuddling positions as he talks about the stars

Jeno

Just like mark, not all that knowledgeable

Asked one of his members for a date idea and got this

But he's open to it

Especially if ur into it and can explain to him about all the stars

"The view is beautiful" but he's just staring at you

He enjoys how quiet and isolated you guys are

Both of you guys are just cuddling in comfortable silence

Haechan

I'm sorry I feel like bro would start gaming, like an event is happening he's gotta play

However he wants to be more knowledgeable than you and shows off

Bro would do his research just so he can show off

But he enjoys how intimate this is

No members, managers bothering him

peace and quiet with you

It started with watching the sunset and stay up until sunrise

But you guys probably end up snoozing half way thru

He wakes up before you and spends time taking in the view of you and the scenery

but wakes you up by singing

Jaemin

He more so wants to have a photoshoot with you and this was the perfect excuse to get you to agree

Just like haechan, you guys start from sunset to sunrise

Jaemin has a second camera in the back recording for a time laspe video he can gift you

100% is reading poems to you or smth

though he has an ult motive, he does want to just star gaze with you and enjoy this intimate moment

maybe even comf silence between the two of you

this date happens so much

he grills for you

Chenle

the date started out from glamping

a dare between you guys on who can stay up the longest and ended up with you two stargazing

both of you guys laying down on the porch outside taking in the nature and the stars

neither know all that much about the stars but thats okay

le is making jokes that he could be doing something better with his time or that you have to pay him now

but he appreciates the isolation from his idol life

he did bring daegal along and its just you daegal and him laying side by side

talking about what the star could be and mean

you do however lose the dare and fall asleep

Jisung

it was a night where he was still practicing, you haven't been able to see him all week thanks to the prep of his new comeback and you thought you could surprise him

came into the room with a projector and snacks

also came with some info about stars with reference pictures knowing how Ji is

"we gotta do the real thing one day"

"One thing you can knock off your bucket list"

Ji would be so ecstatic and would talk to his hyungs about how great you are

he would try and work later for a chance of it happening again

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can i request for first sleepover (if not done yet) with seungcheol, jeonghan, woozi, wonwoo, mingyu

or something teasing/fun 😆

svt + bestie's first sleepover

➔ reaction || requested || bestfriends!au || platonic!au

➔ warnings: none || 832 words ➔ notes: fluff ; the context wasn't specified, so i decided to make this a best friends / platonic for the shenanigans, but honestly, it can be read romantically, too. there's just nothing explicitly romantic. the prompt was fun to write! if you liked this, pls reblog!!

SEUNGCHEOL: honestly, he's probably the best sleepover host. he wants your first one to be perfect, so he's got games, movies, take out menus, crafts, and enough blankets to suffocate. he lets you choose the schedule, which might be a mistake because you come over in the afternoon and he's lost track of how many bad movies you've put on. still, it's nice to chill on his couch, eat good food, and laugh at the tv without having to worry about the time. when it gets late, you both set up a cozy area in front of his couch and fight over what's an appropriate amount of pillows because apparently anything more than two is overkill, but you couldn't disagree more. you end up hoarding every pillow he owns except one, which you graciously allow him to have, and wake up with your blanket kicked off. there may be a crick in your neck, but this was fun. 10/10 would do again.

JEONGHAN: technically, it's a sleepover with just you two, but it feels like you're having one with his entire group because he has the great idea to start the night with prank calls. using his number is out of the question; the boys already have it saved. yours? some of them have it, but most of them don't and you doubt anyone's familiar enough with your number to recognize it. it takes several unanswered calls for jeonghan to realize that they've been trained to screen incoming calls and not pick up new numbers, and your response to his disarming smile is an unimpressed deadpan. so he does a group facetime call from his phone to complain about his friends being no fun and not playing along, and seungcheol rolls his eyes before telling you both to have fun and hanging up. you play a lot of games with penalties, like the 'tell me' one he did for the 1min7sec challenge.

WONWOO: you are not sleeping until the sun comes up, i hope you know that. the plan was to get into bed at a reasonable time, but then you show him a horror game playthrough on youtube that gets his attention and he downloads the game immediately. you're content to watch over his shoulder and backseat game...until he finds out that there's a multiplayer mode, and you're dragged into playing, too. it's rather scary; you keep jumping every few seconds, and your skin is crawling from the creepy music and heavy tension. you want to take a break, but even if you could put down the controller, you don't think you can fall asleep — wonwoo had to accompany you to the bathroom when you couldn't hold it anymore lol. the birds are chirping outside as you both down your nth cup of soda. the actual sleeping is from sunrise to the middle of the afternoon when you're too hungry to stay on the couch.

JIHOON: i feel like it takes a long time to convince him to have a sleepover. in fact, this only happens because it's storming too hard to safely get home, so you've both resigned to the fact that neither of you are going anywhere. he settles with the idea pretty quickly, offering you some of his clothes to wear and getting a new toothbrush from the cabinet. he suggests catching up on tv to pass the time, but then the lights flicker, and the only thing worse than losing power is losing power in the middle of a show you're invested it. so he brings out the guitar and his battery-operated keyboard (or whatever instrument he happens to have in his home studio), and you have a jam session, playing familiar songs and improvising once one of you had an idea. once you get tired, he offers you the bed while he takes the couch, but you can't fall asleep, so you end up sleeping in the living room, too.

MINGYU: you asked him to order pizza because you'd be arriving late and hungry, and guess what he forgets to do...order the pizza. honestly, you shouldn't be surprised — it's pretty much on brand for him. now you both have to drive to the pizza shop because he doesn't want to go alone. also, he forgot to get snacks. it's even later by the time you get to his place and lay out the food, but once you finally eat, you're a lot less grumpy. he doesn't know that, though, so he's walking around the different rooms, pulling out your favorite pillows and blankets and movies and games in an attempt to appease you. it's sweet, but you're watching with bated breath as he nearly drops his pizza. not once, but twice. because he's mingyu, he eventually drops something: saucy wings on his new rug, and the way his head whips to you in horror has you doubled over cackling. you spend more time cleaning up than anything, but at least you ate good.

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You Are In Love

A/N: I definitely did not expect this to be so damn long, but I felt that it deserved it once I started writing. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s “You are in Love” song. Hope you enjoy this!

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

Time moved too fast

You play it back

*His eyes always catching the familiar smaller frame. Did not matter time of day, the event, nothing, his ocean eyes were able to catch sight of her. Most occasions she would catch his sight, send a wink towards him. The look just for her every time. The wink for the other every time.

Such as the time of when the Maroon’s hosted a New Year’s Eve party. He caught her eye as time moved closer to the New Year. She made a kissy face and blew him one to hold him over until she could excuse herself to find him for that midnight kiss.

When that clock struck the New Year, he wound his arms around her waist, pulled her in close, finally kissing her. Someone had the bright idea to forever keep that moment for them as they photographed the couple.

Time moving too fast for the couple, before either knew, weeks turned into months and months into years. Photographs help the playback of each major event between the two.

Buttons on a coat

Light-hearted joke

No proof, not much

But you saw enough

*Brutal snowstorms locked down airports, stranding the visiting hockey team to stay within the city boundaries. His spare coat wrapped around the shoulder of her, while her hands fiddled with the buttons. Cracks of jokes to try to loosen the tension of travel issues. This was one of the first away games she attended so the importance of keeping them private was still there, just not as much as when the two were back in Tampa.

No proof of their relationship shown to the public eye, preferring to keep it a private time. Not even much of it shown to anyone outside of the small group the two ran in. He had offered the coat as she wasn’t used to the bitter windchill of northern winter like he was. She experienced enough of their relationship, knew what to do. The relationship in an earlier stage. Ways to hide the public displays of affection tips come from teammates and their significant others.

Small talk, he drives

Coffee at midnight

The light reflects

The chain on your neck

*Anytime the couple went anywhere, he drove. Casual small talk made each time. Stitches in the sides because one tells a story where the pocket of air is filled with a fit of giggles. Showing up to pick him up from the runway after an away stint, coffee in the travel mug. Knowing he wouldn’t let her drive home, that was their silent agreement after the one sunrise return: he drove, she brought coffee for him. It didn’t matter the time, he appreciated her small gesture.

Their second Christmas spent together, up in his hometown, around his family. Agreeing not to make a huge deal of gifts, each one picking something simple, yet meaningful to each other. She had his wrapped, tucked under the tree for the morning. Hers was placed on top.

Early morning came, with a light scent of the holiday breakfast wafting through the air. Everyone gathered around the tree in their respective Christmas pajamas, which made her think of her own family. As each one took a turn to open a gift, it got closer and closer to their small pile. For the man who could buy anything he wanted, she had put a lot of thought into his gift. He insisted she give him his first because of the rule “ladies first”. She had a tie made with photos sewn into the back of his family, so that every event he wore it to, he had them with him, no matter the mileage between them. Being floored with how thoughtful hers was, he slid the smaller box towards her. Inside was a pair of small gold hoop earrings and a necklace. His initial scribed into the metal.

That same necklace almost two years later, still clasped around her neck. The one that if she moved just right, caught the light. He smiled to himself every time he caught a glimpse of that shine. A simple way to silently show the world she was taken.

He says, "Look up"

And your shoulders brush

No proof, one touch

But you felt enough

*Fireworks blanketing the night sky during the celebration. “Look up,” he says. Sun kissed shoulders brush up against each other. He points to a series of glitter lights, his arm slipping around her waist, pulling her closer to his side. One touch setting each other’s skin ablaze. She felt enough in that moment. He did as well.

The skin ablaze like the two were just learning each other, even after it had been closer to three and a half years together. The same story of “look up” when he wanted her to see something that he’s done since the two first started dating. That “look up” sent warm fuzzies and butterflies spinning through her body.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

*The deafening silence that happened in the wee hours of the morning, occasionally sleepless, she was awake. Thoughts taking over her mind, but a comfortable one. Ideas of what life could be in the future with him. The only lights came in from the floor to ceiling windows of the downtown apartment. Skyline lights twinkling, the necklace catching a sliver of that light. She knew she was in love. Her close friends knew she was. They could see it when the two were in any proximity to each other. Their good morning and night texts. The pictures of I’m thinking of you’s or this reminds me of you. How the other one is so animated talking about their lover.

Feelings overwhelming her because she’s so in love with him. How he treats her family, how no matter what she can count on him, making time for her, just as she does for him.

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much

But it said enough

You kiss on sidewalks

You fight and you talk

*Sunday mornings consisted of quiet time together in his place. He was preoccupied squishing her between his muscular body and the kitchen countertop, giving her a good morning kiss or two, when the toast became burnt. His shirt draped over her frame. The routine of this Sunday morning ritual started months ago. It was an accident, one morning after he invited her to stay the night due to a late game, that turned into their routine. Any weekend spent together, Sunday mornings were their time for each other. Being in comfortable silence to having those long, deep talks about anything and everything.

He kept his word, never pushing for more until a discussion and an agreement between the two happened. He cared deeply for her, worrying that his career, being in the limelight to any extent would send her running. In the beginning days of their relationship, she worried that he may choose to not continue because her life was so set in a routine, while hers was unpredictable.

He could see her trusting him more and more. He saw how she was letting go to those fears and ghosts that she kept a vise grip on due to past events. It said enough for both parties. She trusted him with her heart, and he with hers.

It’s the small kisses shared on the sidewalks all over the downtown area. The small amount of PDA comfortable. He was deep in the middle of a story about something that happened during an early morning practice, when he feels his shoulder get a small tug. She had stopped and pulled on him to come close. Sharing a kiss in the middle of the sidewalk. “What was that for?” He questioned her, eyes searching her face for any inkling of a reason.

She shrugs, “No real one. Just decided to steal a kiss.”

A particular fight stuck out to him due to the fact they had been bickering about puny, dumb issues after a stressful week for both partners. She was stressed from all the parents she was handling and trying to accomplish daily teachings to the tiny humans, and he was because the team had lost another game. He hadn’t heard from her for most of the day, so he went about cooking a surprise dinner for her. Groaning as she waltzed through the apartment door, she didn’t even say anything as she bee-lined for the bedroom to switch from the business casual to something comfier. Looking at the mess he made, she was aggravated, and snapped when he did a small action of clattering some kitchen items together. “Can you please for the love of everything, just be damn quiet?”

“Does it matter? I thought it would be nice to have some dinner at home for once since its always take out or doing it alone, especially as of lately?”

“It does! I swear I feel like its never quiet for more than a few minutes!”

Taken aback by the snappiness, he dropped the items into the stainless steel sink. She stormed out of the area, slamming the door to the bedroom closed behind her. He left her a plate in the fridge, and took his place on the couch. A light shake, followed by another, until he was blinking. City lights twinkled in the blackened sky. Her face tinged with a blush, slightly swollen around her eyes from crying. “Can we talk?”

They spent hours just explaining to each other what the other needed, something that hadn’t happened in a while due to the opposite schedules.

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love

*One night he wakes from a lighter slumber than normal. With the shifting and rocking of the bed, she wakes. Moonlight kissing the silhouette of his face. A strange look on his face. She can’t tell if it’s that he’s going to be sick or what. He blinks a few times. “You know you’re my best friend, right?”

She knew what it was. He was admitting to her that he was in love with her, confirming how she felt for him. The relationship only under a few weeks away from the first anniversary. Neither would trade it for the world. “I love you too, bean,” she whispered. The sleepy smile spreading across his face, accompanied by an actual I love you from him.

For months, teammates teased the young forward with the fact he’s in love with her. He’d shake his head, smirk a little, with a chuckle, before playfully shoving the teammate. Always questioning to when he would tell her. That morning, a couple of the guys picked up on something different about him. “Oi lover boy! What’s got you in such a good mood this earlier in the morning?” Chirped Patty.

“He’s got that dreamy look on his face!”

“How much do you want to bet he said those three words?” His facial expressions gave it away, which led to the team congratulating him, but continuing to poke fun.

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love

And so it goes

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round

*Random dancing around anywhere he can. He wants to make her laugh, fill the time with memories. Like the time she came with him to visit family. Snow dusted the entire city over night. His family coming outside into the front yard, everyone building snowmen. A younger cousin started a snowball fight. The white glitter stuck in her hair. Her playing back with the younger cousins. He saw it then too, realizing he’s madly in love with her. That moment where he knew that he would one day put a ring on her finger. Wrapping his arms around her, dancing quietly by the fire inside, mugs of hot cocoa abandoned, thinking they were alone, when in reality his mom was just around the corner and snuck a darling photo of the two.

And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown

*In the depths of the arena, her picture stuck to the back wall in his equipment stall, so anytime he got dressed, he saw her. The smile that grew ear to ear when he saw that picture of her. His little good luck charm, no matter the distance.

At least one picture of the two adorned her cork board. Not many caught on to it, not putting it together that the two were together. A few would question it, but nothing extensive. Her students oblivious to it, continuing to question her love life as many students did, without realizing that the answer had been on the cork board for months now. Not even coworkers caught on.

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

*Every moment leading to the culminating to the biggest moment in their relationship to date. Months of organization of how to coyly get her to do each step so every moment was perfect for it. Her best friend flew in, helping take on the tasks of tricking her into getting ready for the moment. Flowers delivered to the apartment, champagne left in the fridge to start the morning with mimosas. The ring tucked into a bag over in the care of Steven and Sandra, forbidding any chance of her accidentally finding it. Under the guise of a girls weekend, the two spent time together, while a few of the players and their wives help set up the sweet setting. It drizzled all afternoon, almost creating a monkey wrench in the plans.

He left the floral arrangements to Sandra, which in turn left the florist with much control of the idea of the final product. The photographer setting up, and other teammates including Pat and Hedman on security duty.

The sky ablaze with a series of colors due to the previous weather issues made the perfect backdrop. Reflecting off of the Ca' d'Zan's rainbow windows, the shots were indescribable without seeing the photos or being there.

She was floored coming to the location, tears threatened to spill, as she finally realized what the occasion was. "I have spent my whole life trying to find this love that I hear people talk about, until I met you. Trying to put ours into words is rendering me speechless. You are my best friend, my love. I am in such a inexpressible amount of love with you. No words would do it such justice." He knelt down, revealing the ring that was meant to represent only an ounce of his love, but to allow the entire world to know he was officially off the market. "Will you marry me and become my wife?"

Almost inaudibly she whispered a yes, nodding her head vigorously. They are in love. That was it. He was hers and she was his.

'Cause you can hear in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

You are in love

#brayden point #nhl imagine #tblightning #tampa bay lightning #hockey imagine #imagine #pointer

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bittykimmy13 · 2 years

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Can we please get more Everly and Micah content? 🥺

How about their first meeting?? Though I suspect it'll leave you wanting morrrre 😘

Micah and Everly are gonna get their own book!! So here's an excerpt @marydublinauthor and I wrote a while back as we were first dreaming them up 💖

Warning: Hints of dehumanization as part of the setting

((More Micah/Everly))

💖FOREVERLY💖

Everly was sprawled out on the couch, aching down to her bones from her shift. Working in the human sector was exhausting, but the pay was better compared to staying within the walls of the print community. Not for the first time, she questioned if it was worth it.

Just when she was dozing off to the sound of her two roommates playing cards at the table next to her, Grayson gave a shout as he lost the game.

“Could you keep it down?” Everly groaned and buried her eyes in the heels of her hands. “I deal with loud people all day.”

“Sorry, Ev,” Wyatt said, though he hadn’t made a sound.

“Aw, what’s one more loud person.” Grayson came over to the couch and lifted Everly’s legs up so he could sit down. Her calves rested on his lap. She considered kicking him, but he was smiling right at her. “Anything you want to rant about?”

“Everything,” she said. “But what’s the point?”

Wyatt turned his chair around to face the couch. “Thinking about leaving your job yet?”

“No. No, it’s worth it.”

“Worth what?” Grayson said. “You leave early, come back late, and knock out just to do it all over again. You’ve got no life. I’m starting to think you buy into the whole ‘prints live to serve humans’ thing.”

Now she was definitely going to kick him. Especially considering he used to be human.

A sound made them all turn their heads to the window. It was unmistakably a voice, and judging by the speed at which its volume was growing, it had to belong to a human. And it wasn’t the sound of a keeper sneaking in phone conversation during a late shift.

He was singing.

They were all entranced for a few seconds. There was no denying it—he had an impressive voice, but as he came closer and closer, it became all too clear that he was making too much noise. It was well past midnight, and there were plenty of prints who needed to be up before sunrise to head to the human sector for work.

“Are you kidding me?” Everly muttered, pushing herself up from the couch.

Wyatt started to stand too. “Ev, maybe you shouldn’t—”

Too late. She pushed the window up until it was fully open and leaned out into the freezing night to see down the street. She didn’t have to look long before she saw the keeper. He was staggering, careening dangerously close to a building as he turned a corner. He was still singing, trailing off at times and starting the same phrases over and over.

He headed straight for her building. Across the street, she could see the lights in other windows turning on, along with face peeking past curtains. He was waking everyone up.

Gripping the edge of the window sill, she leaned out further as he approached. The third-floor apartment put her at level with his elbow. She craned her neck back and found that he hadn’t even noticed her. His unfocused gaze was on the ground, as if he had to look at his feet to keep from losing balance.

“Hey!” she called out. “Keeper! Are you drunk?”

The singing stopped, and so did he. As he turned toward her voice, Grayson and Wyatt appeared on either side of her, grabbing her by the shoulders to wrench her away. As they all staggered back, they lost their balance and fell into a heap together. Everly sat up in time to see the lights across the street vanish, replaced by a wall of dark fabric. There was a dull impact from the outside bricks, as though the keeper was bracing his hand on the side of the building as he stooped down.

Part of the human’s face descended in front of the window. A dark brown eye found them sitting on the living room floor. Grayson squeezed Everly’s hand and locked an arm around Wyatt’s shoulders, pulling him in close. As the eye squinted at them, Everly couldn’t find her voice.

“She’s sorry,” Wyatt said. “S-she had a long shift today. She didn’t mean it.”

Grayson shouldered her, raising his eyebrows steeply when he caught her gaze. “Earth to Ev?” he gritted out. “Apologize before he turns this whole fucking floor into the new roof!”

She faced forward with every intention of saying sorry, but when she saw the eye focus right on her alone, she was a deer caught in headlights. All she could manage was a breathy, “Uh… I’m…”

“Yes,” the keeper said, his voice easily overpowering hers.

“Um.” She shared a puzzled frown with her friends, then looked back at the keeper’s eye. “What?”

The keeper’s chuckle danced through the floor beneath her. “You asked me a question. The answer is…” He straightened slightly so that his mouth was visible through the window. “Yes,” he stage-whispered.

His white grin stayed there for another heartbeat before he pulled away entirely. The lights from the building across became visible again. There were more of them now—prints watching and waiting to see if someone was about to be dragged out through the window. The keeper provided no such entertainment, however. Everly felt the rumble of his footsteps fade off. He started singing again.

“He is drunk,” Everly said. She stood and began pacing while Wyatt helped Grayson up. “This is ridiculous! We work and live our lives under the stupidest, strictest rules imaginable, but this asshole gets to show up drunk to his job without any consequence?”

“Well, good to know you can still talk,” Grayson said dryly. “We were starting to worry.”

She rounded on him to find that he had sunk onto the couch, and Wyatt was leaned up against the table with his fingertips pressed to his temples. Beneath the relief that nothing had happened, she could see they were still tense.

Sighing, she went to sit by Wyatt and squeezed his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I just… it’s so…”

She trailed off and scowled at the open window. The keeper’s voice was still going strong. As the seconds passed, she realized he wasn’t getting any further away.

“Great,” Everly said. “I bet he found a place to hunker down, and who knows when he’ll stop singing. Keepers don’t change shifts till six AM.”

“Could be worse,” Grayson said, crossing his arms. “You have to admit, he sounds pretty good.”

More than pretty good. He sounded downright enchanting.

“That’s not the point.” In an instant, she was on her feet again. “He’s gonna keep everyone up all night because he decided to show up to work like this. And who’s gonna get in trouble? The prints who can’t do their jobs right because they’re sleep-deprived.”

She stormed over to the door, but Grayson went and grabbed the handle before she could unlock it.

“Slow down,” he said. “Where are you going?”

Squaring her shoulders, she stood a little taller and looked at him coolly. “To kindly tell him to shut the fuck up.”

He let the back of his head thud against the door. “Do I actually need to tell you why that’s a bad idea, or should we just skip to tying you down on the couch for the night?”

“Well, it’s not like putting in a report is gonna do anything!” she said.

Less than a month ago, Cindy from down the hall reported that a keeper was following and harassing her. Days later, she had vanished without a trace, and the keeper still had his job. No one had the slightest clue where she was, and the human managers of the community had investigated the matter for roughly ten minutes, chalking her up as a runaway.

“You know,” Wyatt said. “You’re more likely to disappear if you go about it this way. Besides, it’s way past curfew. If you step outside, he’s well within his rights to arrest you.”

“I don’t think he has the wherewithal to know what arresting means.” She turned to face Grayson, who was still blocking the door. “If no one stands up to the keepers, they’re not gonna stop doing whatever they want. So you can either let me out now, or I can go for the window.”

Grayson heaved a sigh and looked at Wyatt, who gave a reluctant nod. With the door clear, Everly unlocked it and stepped into the hallway.

“You’re making the wrong choice,” Wyatt said.

“That’s easy, considering prints only get wrong choices.” She shut the door behind her and headed for the stairs.

Outside, the human’s deep tenor caught in the space between buildings, ringing against her skin and raising hairs on the back of her neck. It was like pushing through musical waves as she approached.

The keeper was slumped against the glass building that housed their community pool. It was a wonder of science that the glass didn’t strain against his weight. His tailored gray uniform was rumpled, a hip flask poking out of his pocket. His eyes were closed, apparently too engrossed in belting his heart out to even the barest part of his job description.

She stopped by his knee—close enough to be heard, far enough that she could make a break for it. She opened her mouth to confront him, but the urge died on her tongue each time. He was a mess, but something deep in her gut didn’t want the music to stop.

When the song was apparently finished, his silence felt strange. The human sighed deeply. His chin sagged to his chest and his dark eyes fell to the lone figure beside him—noticing her, but not alarmed. “I wrote it myself you know,” he said, raising his eyebrows at her.

Her heart hammered under the closeness of him, the weight of his attention. Still, she made sure he saw her displeasure. “Most of that was nonsense, so I wouldn’t be boasting,” she said. “Look, can you be drunk somewhere else?”

“You didn’t like it?”

“You’re keeping the entire sector from sleeping.”

The keeper’s unfocused gaze lifted, noticing for the first time the illuminated windows on either side of him; curtains all drawn, curious eyes fearfully peeking between the shutters.

He giggled like he was laughing at his own joke. “Oops.”

Her blood boiled at his stifled snickering, making her bold enough to storm closer. “Is that really all you have to say for yourself? You fucker.”

His laughter tapered off, and he leaned down closer to eye her with a bemused frown. If not for the faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth, she would have bolted. “Wow. You’re mean,” he said. “Why are you so mean?”

Everly drew in a deep breath and let it out as an even deeper sigh. “Because. I’m sleepy.”

“Then why don’t you go to sleep?”

She wasn’t sure which was worse—that he might be toying with her, or that his question might be genuine. Dropping her chin for a moment, she pressed her fingertips to her forehead.

“I can’t,” she said, stretching out each syllable like she was explaining something to a toddler. “Because there’s a giant fucker drunk off his ass and singing like it’s his last night on earth.”

“Why are you talking so slow?”

Throwing her head back, she groaned. “In hopes of piercing the fog occupying the wasteland between your ears!”

As he pursed his lips, she could practically see his inner cogs turning as he processed what she said. “Huh. You’ve got a way with words,” he decided finally. “Ever thought about writing lyrics?”

“What is wrong with you?” She started pacing, feeling like she might spontaneously combust if she didn’t get the energy out. All the while, she kept her eyes trained up at him. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to have no control over anything? No! You don’t! Do you have any idea what would happen if I showed up drunk to work? Hell, they’d probably make me a trinket if I even seemed a little hungover! But here you are, barely able to stand. The worst part is that I can’t even be at your level to tell you off properly! If you remember this when you’re sober, you’re probably just gonna laugh—”

He was so sloppy in his motion, she had plenty of time to react and dodge his incoming hand, but she froze up like a rabbit cornered by a wolf. She didn’t react until his hand wrapped around her waist and swept her off the ground. Weightlessness left her short of breath. All at once, she was a mass of flailing limbs, a scream starting to tear through her.

“Shh.” He stole her voice, pressing his free index finger over her mouth. She went still, trying to lean away from his touch as her shallow breaths ravaged through her. He frowned deeply, as though trying to make sense of her fear. “Easy. I just saved you from getting soaked.”

He nodded at the ground. Water glinted under the starlight—a dip in the asphalt she hadn’t noticed in her rage. She brought her gaze back to him and nodded as best she could.

“Not going to freak out?” he asked.

She shook her head, and he tentatively pulled his finger away, briefly pressing it to his own lips in a shushing motion as his stupid smile returned.

“Great,” she breathed, hating how her voice cracked. “My hero. Now put me down.”

It felt like a reasonable and straightforward enough request to her, but apparently he didn’t see it that way. He shifted where he sat, folding one long leg up close to his chest. Much to her horror, he brought her over his knee and set her down atop it. She sat up straight, bracing her hands behind her and grasping fistfuls of fabric. Her shoes scrabbled against his thigh, trying to find solid purchase.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” She didn’t have to crane her neck to glare at him now, at least. “I said down! This is not down!”

“You said you hated not being at my level.” He cocked his head and pouted, as if he had really thought she would be pleased with his idea.

“You’re…” She would have thrown her hands up if not for the fear of sliding down his lap and dangerously near his crotch. “I don’t know what you are. Sing all night if you want, just put me down so I can go home. I’ll have one of my roomies knock me out with a blunt object.”

“Hang on, hang on.” His gaze danced over her inquisitively, making her go rigid. “One of those guys said you had a long shift. Where does an angry girl like you work?”

She bit her lip and gathered patience, praying he’d let her go if she humored him. “For an electric company in the city. Now—”

He chuckled. “What are you, like an electrical engineer?”

“Are you this funny when you’re sober?” she deadpanned. “No. When there’s electric problems in building walls or heavy machinery in need of maintenance, I go inside with a camera, and my handler guides me on how to fix it. It’s really not that fascinating.”

"So... what's your name?" the keeper asked.

She narrowed her eyes cautiously. "Why?"

"So I can put it in a song. To make up for keeping you awake tonight."

She figured he meant to put her in some incident report, but he looked too hammered to even think about doing his job right. When he continued to stare expectantly, she sighed.

"Everly."

"Everly... A song for Everly..." His eyes lit up. "What if I called it Foreverly?"

Sparing the ground a longing glance, she made a face at him. "What if you put me down and we call it a night?"

~~~

(Author's note: Once again, I am at the mercy of the sunshine/grump trope :') Though I imagine that being around a drunk, unfamiliar giant would put anyone in a wary mood aslkdjf. BUT Micah's a good boy 💕 What do you think of their first meeting?)

#g/t #giant tiny #gt writing #g/t writing #gt #print universe #trinket universe #micah #everly #mywriting #foreverly

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ashley-jones · 2 years

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Why be a Hero

Chapter 2: She's his Doll

Dabi x BlackWidow OC

Hawks x BlackWidow OC

MHA / Marvel

OC Name: Sonya Romanova

Hero Name: Scarlet Widow

Warnings: Hawks flirting with OC, Cursing, Jealousy, Fire, Exhibitionist, Hawks attempting to fuck OC, attempted blackmail, attempted assault

Sitting on top of one of the tall building, the winged hero standing beside her kneeled form. It was currently 3:00 am, and she should be laying in bed in Dabi white t shirt and panties with a movie on with the tall figure laying beside her curled into black and red silk sheets and a black fluffy blanket wrapped around them. But no.. Instead Hawks sidekick called in sick leaving her to stay out by his side until sunrise!

"You know Sonya we can always make this more fun.." he flirted. She looked up at Hawks which he smirked down at her pushing his glasses from his eyes. She hummed behind her mask and looked back down at the city. She was use to his flirting so it didn't really bother her much.

Standing up she began she walking away pulling her mask down. Hawks stopped her by wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. "Come on baby.. Just a little fun.. I would love to taste that tight little pussy of yours right here right now.." he rasped into her ear. Her chest began rising and falling a quick pace, tongue snaking out and locking over her lips.

He reached up and began unzipping her uniform, her head turning so she was looking at him. "I bet you taste so sweet.." he whispered. She reached up threading her fingers through his hair pulling him closer to her, lips parting behind her mask. He ripped her belt from her torso and waist, pushing his hand down inside her uniform and over her laced panties. "Fuck Sonya.. I've been wanting to fuck this little pussy since I first seen you.." he rasped.

It was all fun and games until he actually began playing with her. She began growing uncomfortable, memories rushing through her. Her fingers dropped from his hair instead grabbing his wrist trying to stop him. But he took it as an invitation, pushing his hand down her panties and fingering over her clit. "H-Hawks.. s-stop.." she whispered weakly. But when he didn't she pulled at her phone which sat against her left thigh holster.

She pressed on a missed call from Dabi which automatically called him back. She pleaded for Hawks to stop touching her, when a raspy tired voice came quietly through the phone. Hawks continued sucking and biting at her throat, groaning at the tightness of her pussy, not listening to her pleads for him to stop.

"H-Hawks stop!" she cried. That tired tone left Dabi real quick the moment he heard her cry. The call ended and she cried quietly gripping the heros wrist tightly. She cried as Hawks pushed her against the brick wall pulling her uniform from her shoulders once he deemed her wet enough to take his cock.

Why couldn't she fight back?! She was the top of her classes in the red room! Trained to kill and assassinate anyone on target! She's taken down hundreds of men ten times bigger than Hawks! So why couldn't she stop him?! Why was she just letting him do it?! She didn't want this! She belonged to someone else!

She let a cry of relief when blue flames erupted beside them. This made Hawks move back quickly turning around seeing the villain standing tall, jacket flowing in the wind. Sonya collapsed pulling her uniform back up with shaky hands. Her red hair once braided perfectly was now all messed up and her braid had grew loose making strands of hair fall out in threads.

Dabi stood pissed, fire in his eyes gleaming dangerous and wanting to watch the winged hero fall and scream in pain and agony as he slowly burns to ash. The sound of the widow's uniform being zipped back up echoed in the tense air. Hawks glared at the villain pissed that he interrupted them before he could even get his cock inside the assassin.

But that's fine, as soon as this is finished Hawks is gonna take her home and have her bent over the kitchen table in seconds. God he can't wait to hear her moans and whines for him to keep going until she can't walk for a week.

Her emerald eyes shifted back meeting turquoise ones that eyed her closely checking her over without the hero actually noticing. "Not very hero like to be taking advantage of another." Dabi rasped. "Especially one that is known to be taken, even though she tends to keep it quite secret." he growled.

Hawks looked back towards the assassin who was on her feet holding her stomach as she watched the villain closely. Oh he knows she has a boyfriend. That's just what makes this so much more fun. Hell he wouldn't even mind having her boyfriend enter the room as he thrusting his large cock into her over and over as she screams in pleasure.

"Go." Dabi growled towards her glaring darkly. She looked towards Hawks before taking her leave through the roof door. Her heels clicked along the metal steps as she walked down quickly without falling. It would be a death wish to kill the number two hero so she knew Dabi wouldn't do so.

"You're going after things you cannot have hero." Dabi growled. "And you can?" Hawks spoke up smirking. "Oh yea.. Every night in her California bed surrounded by windows and red led lights and a high powered stereo system playing as a pound her into a crying begging mess." Dabi replied cockily. Hawks smirk faded real quick once half of Sonya's room was described by the villain.

Sonya's room proved she had money, he's only been in there a couple of time waiting for her to finish getting ready but I was enough to get a good look at it. A large black sealed California bed with fluffed pillows and blankets sitting upon black and red silk sheets. Two walk in closets filled with clothing, shoes, purses, collective albums, and a spicy section of sex products. A 60 in tv sat on the wall across the bed, and a black sofa was near the large 10 windows. He's been wanting to pin her to that couch and take advantage of her for the past 3 years of knowing her.

He's had her against that wall before, knee pressed between her legs as she's dressed a short black dress and black stilettos. The two had gotten back from a mission together and the two had been struck by an aphrodisiac quirk. Her pussy was calling out to him, despite her whispers telling him to stop and that they couldn't be doing this.

She was always so weak around him, neither of them knowing why she hasn't pinned him down and put one of her many weapons to his head. All he knows is that he made her weak, and he took advantage of that more times than he could count.

He fucking loved it.

He was fucking obsessed with it.

So to find out that his obsessions secret boyfriend was one of the most murderous villains in Japan.

Well let's just say he was pissed.

But what the fuck was Hawks gonna do once he was surrounded by flames?! Go against an angry prick after being caught almost dicking his girl?!

Hell no!

Hawks hummed looking towards the smoke rising from merely 3 feet from him. He then raised his arms up in defeat, wings spreading as he takes off into the air to find a different spot, or to even pick up some random chick to fuck.

Dabi looked down meeting bright emerald eyes, her finger gripping her uniform tightly almost trying to tighten it even more than it already was. His tongue pressed into his cheek as he began making his way back down the fire escape, hands pressing into his jean pockets.

"He better keep his mouth shut." Dabi rasped as he just walked past her. There was no comfort or care going towards her after being almost raped by the winged hero. No he was more worried about this getting out to the public. Tears pricked at her eyes but she refused to let them fall as she turned around and began following behind him, both sticking to the shadows.

Once they got back home she went straight towards the master bedroom, fingers gripping the marble counter head lowering as her chest rose and fell at a quick pace. Her knuckles turned pearl white as pearly white teeth clenched. She finally snapped body falling back and fist throwing forward smashing her mirror to a thousand pieces, blood smearing across the smashed glass, shards sticking into her skin. But she didn't seem to care as she stared at the small amount of shards still sickening to the plaster.

"чертовски жалок" she growled to herself. Blood dropped onto the white marble floor but she wasn't phased. No the assassin stood there like nothing happened. She acted like she didn't just snap and smash a thousand dollar mirror. "Was that worth it?" Dabi spoke up. "иди на хуй садистский придурок" she growled towards him. "Japanese doll." he ordered. She just glared at him as he walked closer lifting her hand and began removing the shards from her knuckles.

"I should have killed him for touching you. Hell for him to even get close to you I should have burned him to a fucking crisp." he growled. She stared up at him, never once wincing as each shard was removed and dropped into the sink with blood slowly dripping off each one.

"Why do you freeze for him huh?" he rasped. "I don't know." she whispered. "You stop for me but nothing like you do him." he spoke. "I'm not scared of you.. I put my guard down with you because I love you Dabi.." she whispered. "I don't love him.. I don't even like him.." she whispered. "You let him fuck you?" he questioned. "I don't want him to.. but I can't fight back.. he reminds me of him." she spoke.

Dabi froze when she said his eyes moving back up to meet hers. Her eyes went from dull as she watched him remove the shards, to a replaced look of in love as she stared up at him. At this moment she wasn't some Russian assassin that went to full hero; and he wasn't the top most wanted villains of Japan. No right now it was just the two of them at home, peering into one another as if they where two citizens living a normal life.

She removed her hand and placed it on his waist pulling him close and kissing him softly. He hummed touching her cheek smearing her own blood on her cheek.

But neither of them cared.

Entering the office in full uniform, Sonya walked calmly down the entrance way and into the elevator. Relief washed over her when she took notice of being the only one inside, but that relief disappeared when a certain winged hero stopped the doors which opened and he entered.

Her green eyes stayed forward watching the doors shut. She could feel his presence right beside her, amber eyes baring into her. "Quit staring at him birdbrain. It's annoying." she spoke. She acted as if nothing happened the night before. She didn't care what he knew, he was going to keep his mouth shut because what he was doing could ruin him just as much as hers could.

"I want you in my office. We need to speak alone." Hawks simply spoke. She looked up at him which he smirked down at her. "I know plenty now baby. There is no resisting me.. You'll take my hard cock one of these days weather you want to or not.. and I'll breed that tight pussy til it's leaking from you for weeks." he growled.

Before she knew it he had her pinned to the wall, uniform unzipped and his hand down her panties. "You'll scream my name over and over until it's all you can think about.." he rasped. Suddenly he pressed each of the button on the elevator stopping anyone from entering as he turned her around chucking deeply at her whines. "You're fucking mine."

"N-No.. I-im his.." she whimpered. His look darkened when she said that. "He fixes me up after a mission.. h-he's there when I get h-home.. his clothes are the o-ones in my closet. He is t-the one I lay next to a night. The one that cuddles me and h-holds me close to him.. he's the one t-that fucks me, eats me o-out, gets on his knees pleading himself to m-me.. Y-You? Y-you're nothing... He could kill you and you know t-that.. T-that's why y-you're keeping your m-mouth shut.." she attempted to snap out.

Hawks stepped back staring directly at her, as she fixes her clothes. "He held back last night.. I would hate to watch the news and find out that the number 2 hero had been burnt to nothing but ash all because he couldn't keep his disgusting and pathetic hands to himself.." she whispered. "So tell me Keigo.. Do you still wanna fuck the Russian spy thats dating the top villain of Japan? Do you still wanna slip that huge cock of yours into this owned cunt? Because if so... Are willing to die afterwards?" She whispered. "If yes.. then do it." she spoke pulling him down and kissing him roughly, but the moment the door open she shoved him against the wall causing a whine to escape him.

Her heels clicked as she wanted out smirking as she pulled her mask back into his position.

"That's My Doll" echoed in Hawks ears as the elevator door shut leaving the number two hero with the villain.

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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖙𝖍 (Warmth)

Pt 2

Fem!Reader x Marko

Okay, so I decided to do a part 2 after all....

TW: Nothing really........maybe a lil death

As we lay there in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow, I started to realize something. This was where I was supposed to be. Here in the cave, in Marko’s arms. I didn’t want to be anywhere else, especially not back home. I loved Marko more than I had even thought it was possible to love someone. Even after being with him for a little over a year now, my heart skipped a beat every time I saw him, as if it were the first time. I wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up in his arms forever. He always made me feel so safe, protected and loved. Even the other boys provided me with that, though on a more platonic level. That’s when I realized that I had made up my mind. Turning my head to look at Marko, I took a few moments to just look at him. “You like what you see sweet cheeks?” Marko said to me in a flirty tone, flashing me a grin. I smiled back at him and nodded. “Mhmm. I sure do.” I said, raising my hand up to cup his face and rub my thumb over his cheek. His eyes immediately fluttered closed as he leaned into my touch. “I love you y/n.” He said in an almost whisper. “I love you too Marko. That’s why I want you to turn me.” I said back to him. His eyes immediately snapped open, staring at me in shock. “Wait what? Are you’re serious babe?” He said, a grin slowly making its way onto his face. I nodded my head and grinned at him. That’s all he needed, as he pulled me up with him and wrapped me into a big hug and leaving kisses all over my face. “You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me!! God I love you so much!!” He told me, placing one last kiss on my nose before bringing me into a real kiss.

After pulling away, Marko rested his forehead against mine. “When do you want to turn babe?” He asked. I thought for a moment, but quickly made my decision. “How about tomorrow night? That way, we would have time to tell the others and I would also have time to get some of my stuff from house and bring it here.” I said with a small shrug, my arms around his neck and my hands playing with his long curls. Marko pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head into my chest. “Sounds good to me babe.” He said, a smile making its way onto his lips. Marko couldn’t believe what was happening. You had just told him that you wanted to turn, and that you wanted to turn tomorrow night!! He was ecstatic. He couldn’t wait to spend an eternity with you by his side. Marko doesn’t quite remember the last time he was this happy about something, well, besides the night he had met you. That night changed his undead life forever. The second he had laid eyes on you, he was smitten, and the second he saw you beat the shit out of some guy for getting a bit too touchy, he was in love. From that night on, you and him had met at the boardwalk. You would play the games, ride the rides, eat good food, and towards the ends of your nights, you would go off somewhere more private and just talk. It didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating. You were mates, so it was only inevitable that you would start a relationship. He was slightly nervous to tell you about what he was, but all that melted away when he finally did manage to confess. You didn’t care that he was a vampire, you still loved him, and for that, he was grateful. He may have also fallen in love with you a little more that night. If that was even possible.

After dropping you back off at your house, and giving you a long lingering goodnight kiss, Marko made his way back to the cave. It would be sunrise soon, meaning that before he knew it, you would be starting the process of becoming one of them. He was going to tell the boys before they all went to sleep, about your decision to turn, but he thought he might just wait until tonight when he went and picked you up and brought you back to the cave, to tell everyone the good news. He felt so giddy at the thought of having you, his mate, with him forever. You, like Marko, felt giddy. As you made your way inside, you saw that everyone was asleep. It wasn’t really surprising since it was almost sunrise. You quietly made your way up the stairs and into your bedroom. Once the door was closed, you stripped off your clothes and walked into your bathroom, desperate for a shower. The feeling of the hot water hitting your body felt so nice. As you showered, you let your mind wander a bit. You were about to become a vampire. It didn’t scare you, not at all. All you felt was excitement. You would be like Marko and the others. You would be able to spend the rest of eternity with the love of your life and the people who had become like brothers to you. After your shower, you got dressed and got into your bed. Feeling yourself getting more drowsy and eventually, sleep took over.

As Marko made his way over to your house to pick you up, he couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that he had since he woke up that night. He tried not to think about it or let it get to him. Pulling up outside your house, his heart sank. If it was still beating, it surely would have stopped. Blue and red lights flashing, cop cars and an ambulance sitting in front of your house. That’s when he noticed it. The heavy smell of blood in the air. Having fed from you more than a few times, he knew all too well who’s blood it was the he could smell. Launching himself off of his bike and all but sprinting to your house, he was stopped by a couple of cops. “You can’t go in there, this is a crime scene.” One of them told him. “But my girlfriend lives there! I have to see her!” Marko told them desperately. The two cops gave each other a look before turning back to Marko. “You’re y/n y/l/n‘s boyfriend?” One of them asked. “Yes I am. Is she okay?” Marko replied, hoping with everything in him that they would tell him that you were okay. Shaking his head, the cop responded. “I’m sorry. There was a home invasion. The parents were out, but it looks as if y/n was still in the house when the intruders broke in. They must have thought that the place was empty. She must have spooked them and they attacked her. She didn’t make it. I’m sorry.” He said, placing a hand on Marko’s shoulder briefly, before walking away. Marko stood there in shock. He didn’t know what to do. Just then, he saw a body being wheeled out on a stretcher. He rushed over to it, almost being stopped but the cop who had spoken to Marko, gave the sign to let him through. Marko stood next to your body and the person that was wheeling you out asked if he wished to see you. All he could do was nod, and with that, your blood splattered face was revealed to him.

Making his way back to the cave, Marko felt numb. What was he supposed to do now? You were dead. You were his everything, his mate, the love of his life...And now you were dead. You two were supposed to be together forever. You were about to turn! Once he was back in the cave, the others immediately knew something was up. “Hey bud, where’s y/n?” Paul asked Marko, coming up to him. “Dead.” Was all Marko said as he made his way into your nest. The boys shared a look of shock, sadness and confusion. They had all just seen you last night. How was this even possible? Their hearts broke for their brother. Losing someone was never easy, but losing your mate. It was a truly painful thing. Not only emotionally, but it was physically painful. Like a piece of you was being ripped from your body. They wanted to go and follow Marko to comfort him, but they knew that they should just give him some space for a little bit, then go and talk to him. After a while, they had spoken to Marko and gotten the story on what had happened. They had also found out that Marko was going to turn you tonight. They all agreed that they would find whoever had done this, and let Marko rip them apart. It wouldn’t bring you back, but he would sure as hell enjoy ripping into the people that had taken his heart from him.

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thirddeadlysin · 1 year

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1, 12, and 29 for the weekend ask game please?

1. sleeping in or getting an early start

Sleeping in 5ever. I've gotten better at getting up early since a) getting a cpap and actually sleeping at night and b) starting to hike before work early in the pandemic. I've even seen sunrises without staying up all night! But I would much rather stay cozy or cool in bed until the very last second.

My new ADHD med is essentially speed and I haven't figured out how to counteract it by bedtime, so my sleep sucks again. I'd like to pretend to be a morning person and am hoping to get back to hiking before work or at least doing all of my PT and a new stretching routine.

12. tattoos or piercings on your wish list

When I was younger I went to get a flash tattoo after thinking about it for years but the parlor was unexpectedly closed so I took that as a sign that I'm not supposed to have one. But I really want more piercings! The anecdata on daith piercings preventing migraines looks good but I also have always wanted a cute little nose ring, more lobe and cartilage piercings, or maybe a lip ring. Both of my ears have conventional piercings already but I don't even like to wear earrings except for captive bead lol

29. do you play an instrument?

I used to play flute and violin and gave up on guitar after learning one song. I'd like to learn piano though.

ask another question from the weekend ask meme!

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quokkawritesarchive · 5 days

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BLUE SUNRISE — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warnings: sub!jisung, noona!reader, age gap, slight degrading, face sitting, handjob, praising, use of “good boy” a/n: reposting this because my haters reported the original post LOL. also fyi jisung had blue hair for MAMA 2018 awards (december 10th). and he turned 18 in september. so respectfully get a life and fuck off my page