#sorry if it got a bit boring i kinda rushed to finish this

[house-of-daena]

Requesting for sub!dottore having his virginity taken in the akademiya by reader :3

Just imagining being his first,, he'd be so cute!!

obviously a virgin [dottore x amab.reader]

contents: no pronouns specified, dom reader/sub dottore, nsfw, akademiya zandik, slight exhibitionism, virgin taking, vanilla-ish, praise, dacryphilia, degradation, biting, blood, choking, overstimulation, (wc: 2.6k), tell me if i miss anything.

꒰ hi! thanks for being my first rq ❤️❤️ i do like me virgin taking ideas hehe, rqs r open btw n sorry this took too long :( ill be working on another dottie rq,, also holy shit thanks for 500??? i literally hit 400 a week ago... haha hi.. theres so many of you guys.. 😥😥(ty for all the support!)꒱

it's entertaining to mess with zandik, the cute boy who always gets paired with you for projects, since you're the only one who willingly sits beside him whenever you have class together.

you could definitely see why people are both intimidated and suspicious of him. you wanted to get to know your partner more, so you had asked him what he was writing in his notes all day long instead of listening to the professor, and just hearing him talk about his most recent research was enough to get the matra to do a thorough investigation in his flat.

you should've really backed away from zandik and refrained from interacting with him anymore aside from your projects, but the way his eyes turned from his usual bored and cold stare to turn into sparkling rubies when you said you wanted to learn more about his studies, the way his behavior slowly went from snobbish and irritated whenever you were around, to getting giddy at the idea of someone finally showing interest and understanding of his views and perspective while also trying to keep pretending that he's not growing fond of your company at all, has you completely hooked on zandik.

it was only a matter of time before you've managed to get zandik all wrapped around your fingers, all putty in your arms whenever you hold him, and finally able to call him yours.

before you asked him out, he was very... shy, for lack of a better term. whenever you think he feels flustered by something you say or do, he starts swearing at you and insulting you for no apparent reason. of course, you were taken aback at the sudden attitude, but he'd be all red in the face as he tried to hide away from you, a hand on his chest and muttering curses to himself under his breath.

and he proceeded to be a cutie even in a relationship. the boy can not express himself at all, and you can't blame him. he was used to being alone for the majority of his life, people casting him out, his own village even banished him, so you know he has never felt a lick of love ever since. zandik was just very lucky that you had the patience of a god despite his deranged self and rather less-than-humane ideas. he was aware enough to be grateful for your loving sincerity.

it's always so entertaining to see his face turn completely red, brows furrowed and lips curling into a terrifying scowl as he stumbles over his words, yelling at you for flustering him, making him feel loved.

really, it's not your fault that his reactions are so amusing. hugs, and kisses, he was slowly getting accustomed to. he was also getting bolder day by day, grabbing you by your forearms as he shyly pressed a kiss on your lips. he's so assertive, but at the same time, he's seconds away from punching you in the face because of your big dopey grin.

one day, you thought, "what if i take it a step further?". it was your own experiment to conduct, and you merely wanted his reactions as a result (or maybe even a green light to proceed...) and so, you began subtly touching him on his erogenous zones.

it started off innocent, your hands caressing the skin of his neck while you pull him into a deep kiss, tenderly squeezing him as you grab him by the waist, nipping on his earlobe and even going as far as lightly giving his ass a slap. and just as you expected, he'd immediately glare at you, sharp teeth exposing themselves as he glowers at you. of course, you don't miss the way his hands shaky slightly and how he becomes extra jittery when you get too close, your hot breath fanning into his ear.

then you took it even further when zandik never told you to stop.

in the middle of a class, you'd place your hand on his thigh. you'd pretend to be listening to your professor, writing down notes and humming to yourself as he shoots you a pointed look. yet he didn't move away from you, only letting out a small sigh as he melted when you absentmindedly circled your thumb on his skin, gently squeezing and kneading his thigh.

he didn't mind it at all... until you decided to slowly move your hand closer to his crotch, which made his breath hitch and close his legs, his nails digging into the book he was reading. but you keep your hand on on him, forcing your hand into his inner thigh to give it teasing squeezes. zandik almost gasped when your fingers slipped inside his shirt, featherlight touch grazing the smooth skin of his pelvis, ghosting over his quivering abdomen, then massaging onto the dip of his hips.

then you pulled your hand away, resting your chin onto your palm, and spun your pen in your other hand, ignoring zandik's looks of frustration with a big smirk tugging on your lips.

and this continued for weeks on end; pinning him against a wall in an empty hall and then making out with him so good his knees would buckle underneath him, only to leave him yearning for more when you remind him you've got classes to attend to—openly talking about very sexual topics that would make his jaw clench and narrow his eyes at you, his mind reeling from all the fantasies that you've been planting into his imagination—eyeing him so intently and making sure he sees you lick your lips, leading him to throw his book at your face.

you can easily tell it was driving him mad, for you to push and test his limits, only to fuck with him and pull away. his carnal desire only grew at your ridiculous behavior, and truthfully, zandik doesn't know what to do with himself. he's not a stranger to the warmth that pools in the pits of his stomach, but he has never done anything about it, and it got overwhelmingly intense when it came to you.

and frankly, he has had enough.

here you go again, trailing wet kisses all over his neck and collarbones, in a fucking library. zandik had to hold back screaming at you when you pinned him against one of the shelves and started making out with him. at least you had half the mind to do it somewhere more secluded.

your hands were inside his shirt, grazing his skin with your nails, fingertips ghosting over his hardened nipples. he couldn't help but whimper into the kiss, his knees growing weak as you press yours onto his crotch.

zandik really wanted to be the one in control so bad. he wanted you to be quivering beneath him, moaning his name and begging him for pleasure. but fuck, just by your touch, the warmth of your palms, how your lips leave his skin tingling and muttering sweet nothing's in his ear, he can't possibly fight against it. it was like all his previous thoughts have escaped his mind, and now he's reduced to some dumb, needy slut who can't get enough.

the ever so smart and arrogant zandik, now just a pathetic, quivering mess in your arms, desperate for more. it was obvious how his hips erratically moved against your knee, though sloppy and without a rhythm. it was obvious how his hands kept grabbing you; from your arms, shoulders, and wrapping his arms around your neck, he was restless. he squirmed and whined, nipping at your lips and refusing to let you pull away.

he was so fucking horny that he is not going to allow you to fuck with him again this time.

so, as soon as you leaned back, he grabbed your arms and yanked you back toward him. brows furrowed as his sharp, crimson eyes glower at you, his hands gripped you so hard, you were convinced it was bound to leave bruises. you tensed at his sudden actions, and your expression grew sheepish.

uh oh, you thought, guilt quickly overtaking you. immediately, you assumed that you've finally reached the limit of his patience, and now you're about to get it—especially with how angry he looked. but then he smashed his lips against yours, catching you off guard. you groaned against the kiss, teeth clashing against each other, the iron taste of your blood making you shiver.

zandik pulls away, licking his lips, "if you're gonna keep touching me like this—" he pants between breaths, growling and digging his nails into your arm, "then go through with it! i can't take it anymore!"

"oh," you say dumbly, blinking at him with wide eyes. zandik groaned at your response, his cheeks reddening as he grew flustered when your lips curled into a dark, mischievous grin. "oh my, in a library of all places?" you shook your head teasingly, pressing your body closer to his and making his breath hitch when he felt your lips against his ear. "how naughty you are."

zandik shuddered at your words, his arms now wrapped against your neck, biting his bottom lip to suppress any embarrassing noise that threatened to leave his throat. "y-you're the one who started it!" he whispered angrily in your ear, his face completely red, chuckling at the way he stumbled at his words.

that's how he ended up getting his virginity taken by you in a library. he didn't expect you to, but it seemed like you couldn't wait any longer either.

you tried to be gentle. really, you did! you love zandik to death that you wanted to take it easy on him on his first. but then he was complaining and rushing you, pleading for you to just put it in and that he could take it. you can't help but click your tongue, a bit annoyed, but still understanding. he was really needy, a bit cute, especially when you've embarrassed him.

"just put it in!" he bemoans, wriggling his hips impatiently whilst your fingers scissor his hole. you frown at him, shoving your fingers deeper, soliciting a silent moan from his lips, his heart pounding hard against his chest. "i have to stretch you out first, it'll be painful if i don't." then you tilt your head to the side, a curious glint in your eyes as you smile, "lest you want it to hurt?"

zandik scowls at your suggestion, but you can tell he is flustered by how you read his mind. your smile only widened, ideas forming in your mind as you curl your fingers into a certain spot, and he had to swallow down his screams and bury his head onto your neck.

"gods zandik," you chuckle, watching his shoulders shake at your condescending tone, "you're such a fucking whore."

you don't trust him to keep quiet for his first time. his sharp teeth bit onto the flesh of your hand, hissing at the pain the more his teeth sink into your skin. your blood mixed in with his drool that dribbled down his chin, muffling his whorish moans as you pound into him.

zandik clawed at the wooden shelves, books falling to the ground as he tried to desperately hold onto something, anything to make him feel even a bit of stability. it felt so fucking good, the way your cock stretched his insides, his walls convulsing to your girth as you push deeper into his hole. he could feel it pulsating inside of him, so warm and big, easily stuffed as you bury even deeper into him. he regrets that he didn't let you fuck him sooner, easily growing addicted to your cock.

beads of his precum dripped onto the floor, creating a pathetic puddle of his arousal. his poor neglected cock, red and throbbing, bobbing in the air and flicking bits of his juices everywhere at each thrust, making a mess onto the books on the shelves. he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to, he doesn't understand why his cock is leaking so much, twitching and practically begging to be touched by you. too bad you're ignoring it.

you had to hook your arms under his, unable to stand on his own with how good you were fucking him. his legs could barely function, trembling and weak whenever your cockhead harshly hits his prostate.

he keens at the burning pleasure that's spreading all over his body and all the way down to his toes. it was better than he could ever imagine, your cock was so big, and he never wants you to stop—all he could let out were mantras of fuck's and faster! and harder! and don't stop! he almost forgot that he was inside a library.

you feel him tighten when you wrap your hand around his throat, squeezing his neck. he choked on his own spit as he grew lightheaded, the smell and taste of your blood sending shivers down his spine, the corners of his eyes darkening as he's gasping for breath in between his moans. he squirmed against you, throwing his head back as he raked his nails onto your arms and leaving bright red scratches, but you only groaned at the pain and slammed your hips against his ass, your cock abusing his poor prostate.

zandik couldn't take it. it was too much! he cums, hard.

ropes of his thick cum flung onto books and onto the floor, his eyes rolled back as his body shook. your hand remained wrapped on his throat and your thrusts slowed to let him ride his high, whimpering as tears rolled down his cheeks. his head was in the clouds, screaming your name against your hand as his body quivered.

his head laid against your shoulder, so fucked out that his mind was completely blank. he wanted to scold you for driving him mad for weeks, for fucking him and taking his virginity in a library, of all places! but most important, he wanted you to bend him over his desk and fuck him harder. to use him, keep fucking him to your heart's content, as long as you're burying your cock that he loves so much into his hole.

then, you start moving again, your thrusts now held more vigor than before. zandik arches his back, his body trembling, sensitive from his previous orgasm. he looks at you with wide eyes, his teeth biting onto your hand once more. he's afraid he might scream at the top of his lungs if he doesn't bite on your hand.

he wanted to tell you to stop, that it's too much for him to handle, but the burn, the pain, it felt too good. the way his dick drooled when you started fucking him again had his head spinning. it stings, and his cock was still painfully throbbing from how neglected it was. it's not like he can say anything coherent anyway, you have your hand preventing him from pleading for mercy.

"don't forget about me, love." you purr into his ear, squeezing his neck and choking him, watching his tears clump his lashes together as he claws at your arms for oxygen. you grin at the pathetic display, struggling to breathe even if you've let him go. you don't stop, forcing his body to bend to your will, using him until you've had your fill. or at least, he's finally lost his mind to the pleasure. "you're gonna let me cum, right? fill you up until you're full?" you're not sure if he could even understand your words at this point, but zandik nods, like a good, obedient slut.

oh, you are going to have so much fun with him.

#» asmo's writings #» dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #sub dottore #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #sorry if it got a bit boring i kinda rushed to finish this #it was a spur in the moment type of 'finishing' it hijskaddas #i opened my drafts and went 'hm ill force myself tofinish it'

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Three for One 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, cheating, customer service abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: As a customer service associate, you’re used to work with a wide variety of characters. Your efforts to go above and beyond draw the attention of a certain set of customers who want more than what’s on the shelf.

Character: Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale

Note: Let's go!

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Two days before Christmas. The store is left in tatters. Shelves strewn with sparse lefftovers and aisles hastily paced by those who left their shopping a bit too late. The frantic shoppers searching for a diamond among the sand grains of untouched product.

You work at arranging the remnants of the season’s beauty advent calendars on a table draped in a bright red cloth. There’s a large tag in a metal stand that marks them as ten percent off. On the other side of the holidays, they will drop to a full eighty percent off. You always believed giftcards were a better prize, not that you got many gifts.

That year, Luanne gave you a new journal and a specialty hot chocolate bomb in the department’s secret santa. You go Michelle and gifted her a copy of your favourite novel and some nail polishes. That is the extent of your shopping and gift exchanges. Except for your puppy, Ernie, who will get a bone and one of those special gourmet dog meals.

You finish your arrangement and step back, admiring your work. It’s close to close and so close to the end of the race that the shop isn’t as busy as usual. The only customers you do see are in a rush and horribly disappointed when that very specific thing isn’t in stock.

“Excuse me,” you’re drawn around the deep voice. A man strolls up the center aisle of the beauty section, the tails of his coat flicking behind him, “hi,” he uses your name as he approaches, “I’m so sorry to bother you again but can you point me to, erm,” he looks down at his phone, “a ring light?”

You hesitate. He seems to know you and you admit, he looks familiar. You’re at that point where the faces all blur together. Your one innate flaw is that you really don’t have a good memory for that, bt you definitely recognise his voice.

“Hello, sir,” you fall short of his name. You want to say Alan but you also don’t want to be wrong. “The ring lights are actually with the cellphone.” You gesture back at electronics, “I know it makes more sense to put them with cameras.”

“Ah, oh, thanks,” he nods but doesn’t move to find his quarry, he lowers his phone, “how’s your holiday going? Thing’s slowing down,” he looks around and you can’t help but do the same.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, most people are all done,” you shrug.

“Ha, wish I could say the same,” he sighs, “I thought we were done but the wife just sent me on a wild goose chase.”

“Hm, oh, well, I’m not very busy, did you need help finding anything else?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my manager’s done for the day so doesn’t really matter if I leave my zone,” you say, “kinda boring around here.”

“You’re too sweet,” he smiles, his blue eyes deep and swirling, “and that sweater is adorable.”

You look down at your dark blue sweater with the white crochet peter pan collar. You wiggle your shoulders and grin back at him, thanking him. You know he bought some perfume for his wife but you’re still blanking on his name.

“Here’s my list,” he tilts his phone towards you and looks down, shifting closer to you as he shows you a text bubble.

“Oh my, right. I’m not sure we’ll have everything,” you teethe your lip as you go through the items, “but we’ll see.”

A message pops up over the top and you try not to read, putting your head up as you try to act like you didn’t see it. It’s not that you meant to decipher the words but your brain quickly skimmed that ‘tomorrow night?’ Not much but just feels a bit personal.

“Alright, we’ll go to electronics first, then work our way forward,” you suggest.

“Good idea,” he agrees.

You set off and he follows at just a step. You have to remember to slow down as often you’re so determined you find yourself leaving your customers far behind you. You bring him to the mobile accessories and point to the ring lights.

He considers them and rubs his chin. He points between two; “what’s the difference?”

“Oh, this one comes with a tripod extension and this one is a full kit with a mic,” you point from one to the other.

“What do you think is better for, uh, streaming?” He sounds unsure of that last word.

“I think that kit would have more to it, especially if whoever it’s for is just starting out. But I’m don’t know too much about these things.”

“I’ll take the kit,” he scoops it off the shelf, “the kid can never have enough.”

“Oh? You have kids?”

“One,” he sounds less than excited, “teenager now so he really can’t stand me.”

“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, it’s not your fault,” he forces away the shadow across his features, “you know how they can be. What about you? You going to see your parents? Spending the day with someone special?”

“Um, just Ernie,” you answer, “my puppy.”

“Cute,” he remarks, “are you guys open tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow, yeah, ‘til five,” you try to remember the next thing on his list. 

He seems less concerned with the items than before, instead turn to examine a pop socket, “you have to work on Christmas Eve?”

“Yeah, closing, but I don’t mind.”

“What’s this?” He holds up a pop socket.

“It goes on your phone,” you pull out your phone and show him your daisy one, “see?” You hook your fingers around it, “it’s a grip to help you hold on.”

“Ah, makes sense,” he turns the thin package over, “kid’s always breaking his screen…”

You wait patiently as he makes up the mind to add the grip to his haul.

“What’s next?” You prompt as gently as you can.

“Oh, uh,” he looks at his phone, “video games…” he squints, “V-bucks?”

“Ah, yes, that would be a gift card,” you say, “I can show you the rack.”

He lets you lead him to the large rack of subscription cards. You point out the various currency amounts available and he rubs his brow. His forehead lines as you see the stress needling in his cheek. He’s struck with the late shopper syndrome. He’s start to feel the crush of time.

“So, just your dog?” He wonders as he picks up a $75 card.

“Yeah,” you answer softly.

“No boyfriend? Siblings?”

“Just me,” you assure him, “I don’t mind. I get to choose the dessert!”

He chuckles, “that’s a good way to look at it. Did you buy yourself something special?”

“Not really, I’ve been saving for a vacation so I put most of my overtime into that,” you explain. “You having a big dinner?”

“Last minute change, wife’s parents want to host. Had to figure out travel plans.” He looks at the giftcards again and your eyes fall to the large back curled up in his arm and the card and phone grip balanced between his fingers. He slides free a Netflix card and reads the fine print.

“Do you want a basket, sir?” You offer.

“Oh, well, sure,” he accepts as he looks down, “that’s very considerate.”

“Don’t want you to drop anything,” you smile and turn on your heel.

You go to the stack of rolling baskets beside the electronics desk. Tyler doesn’t acknowledge you as he sorts through game shells to put back on the shelf. You pull the basket behind you, rattling on its wheels as you approach the shopper by the gift cards.

“Here,” you veer it around towards him.

He bends to lower the ringlight inside and drops the smaller items into next to it; he adds the Netflix subscription along with it and holds onto the Kindle card in his hand.

“You got any of these around?” He holds up the card, “the reader?”

“Hmm, we should,” you rub your neck, “I suppose if we didn’t, you can get a tablet and download the app.”

“I guess,” he nods, “can you check?”

“Of course, sir.”

You turn away and call over your headset. Regan tells you there’s a kindle up in return they can sell. You ask them to put it aside.

“There’s one left at checkout. They’re going to have it waiting for you,” you announce proudly.

“That’s great. You like to read?” He asks.

“Oh, sure, my one vice is my book addiction,” you giggle, “how about you?”

“Well, I don’t get much of a chance with work. I’m usually burnt out from all the legal documents,” he drones grimly, “then the kid has extracurriculars or there’s a PTA meeting or the wife needs something done.”

“Sounds busy,” you say empathetically, “I hope you get some time to relax this holiday.”

“Me too,” he agrees. “I almost envy you. I’m sure your dog’s good company.”

“He’s so sweet,” you can’t help but beam at the mention of your boy.

“Big cuddler?” He asks.

“Uh, yeah,” the question is a bit unexpected, “you like dogs?”

“Never really had one. Don’t need the extra work,” he says, “but I don’t mind them.”

“That’s fair. He can be a bit needy.”

He flinches and looks down at his hand. His screen flashes and he gives an apologetic look as he raises his palm, “I’m so sorry. I need to take this.”

“Take your time, sir, I’ll wander,” you point over your shoulder with your thumb.

He mouths a thanks before he answers, “Barber.”

You back up and turn to distract yourself with the shelf of controllers and switch cases. His deep voice carries but you focus on the Sinatra carol playing overhead to drown him out. Still you can’t help but catch a few words.

“Five, yeah…no, she won’t…it’s fine…” He’s quiet for a moment before he raises his voice, “figure it out.”

His stern tone sends a chill through you. It’s a sharp contrast to his previously friendly demeanour. Well, he mentioned he’s a lawyer, you assume he has a lawyer voice, akin to your customer service one.

“Sorry,” he comes back to you, “my wife…” he takes a breath, “you don’t happen to sell wine here?”

You smile. The way he answered, it didn’t sound very affectionate but maybe he hadn’t expected his wife.

“No, sorry, sir.”

“Kidding,” he chuckles, “well, I guess I should get my butt in gear,” he flicks through his phone, “um, I assume toiletries? Face masks?”

“Oh, that’s near me,” you point back towards beauty, “there’s a special for the sheet masks.”

“Great,” he grabs the extended handle of the basket, “thanks so much for this. I’m so lost.”

“That’s fine,” you go ahead of him, “it’s the job.”

🎀

You groan as you put the last empty bin in the stack. You stand and rub your shoulders, traps sore from all the lifting and moving. The night crew will set up for the day after Christmas but in the last hour of work, you and the few others in the store scrambled to get the old displays torn down.

Luanne walks with you to the employee break room. She’s in more of a hurry as she has her three children waiting for her at their grandparents. She goes ahead of you and punches out as you wait and stretch out your arms.

“Have a good Christmas,” she says breathily as she opens her locker and pulls out her purse and jacket, folding the latter over her arm, “I’ll see you after. You’re opening, right?”

“Sure thing,” you say as you punch in your employee number. “Merry Christmas.”

“Give Ernie some pets for me,” she trills as she goes to the door. “Thanks again. You saved my ass today.”

“No problem, “ you shake your head, “Christmas Eve brings out the best.”

“Does it ever. Bye, sweetie,” she waves over her shoulder as he sweeps through the door.

You go to your locket and take out your fluffy pink sherpa coat and purse. You loop your scarf around your neck and slip your earmuffs around your head. You sit to pull on your boots and stand with an ache in your calves. You feel the fatigue finally setting in. It’s not over yet; one day off and you’re right back to the furor.

You yawn as you leave the breakroom and drag your feet across the store. You take out your phone as you pop your earbuds in and choose your holiday mix. You wave goodbye to a few other stragglers and go out the front door, Spencer locking it behind you.

It’s bitterly cold out. You’re surprised by the fresh fall of snow swirling in the air. It gives an extra sparkle to the time of year.

You scroll through your phone. The buses are on holiday hours already. The next one is in an hour. Great. You can just walk, at least until you get to the next stop. More buses stop there and you can get at least ten minutes within your building.

You trod along, kicking through the powder of snow as headlights gleam ahead of you. You walk along the narrow walk beside the hotel on the other side of the intersection and a pair of flashing tail lights blink ahead of you. A dark figure stands beside the white SUV but you can’t make out much more than their silhouette.

You keep going, peeking up curiously as you near. The boot of the car pops up and the stranded driver searches. As you pass, you trip over an unseen shape, the metal clank painfully against your toe. You look down at the small foot jack.

“Oh, shoot, sorry,” the man stands straight and turns to you, “I didn’t see you coming. I was just grabbing the iron–”

“That’s okay,” you pick out your earbuds, “I wasn’t looking.”

“Wait,” he stops short and points a gloved finger in your direction, “it’s you. You work at the store just down the way, right?”

You know the man. He’s the one who was in the store just yesterday. There’s a flutter in your chest at the coincidence of your encounter. It happens, especially in the shopping district. Half the city at least passes through her during the holidays.

“Yeah, uh, that’s me. You finish your shopping?”

“Just about,” he tuts and shakes his head, “blew a tire. So, happy holidays to me.”

“I’m so sorry,” you look down at the snowy walk.

“Mhmm,” he grumbles, “all this snow, I can’t get the jack to work either.”

“Dang, unfortunately, I’m not help. I don’t know much about cars.”

“That’s fine, I called roadside assistance but they’re taking their damn time,” he checks his watch.

“Oh…” you utter.

“Don’t let me rain on your holiday, honey,” he says, “your toe okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” you look down.

“Wait, are you walking home?” He asks.

You nod.

“Wish I could offer you a ride. This weather’s only getting worse,” he bemoans. He slips his hand into his jacket and pulls out his phone, “they should be here shortly so if–”

A set of headlights pull onto the apron and roll towards you. You look over as the man beside you does the same. You stand, somewhat dumbfounded at the unexpected run-in. 

“That’s them,” he declares, “hey, guys.”

He waves as the white van pulls up. You were expecting a tow truck. Oh, well. Not your problem.

“Great, I guess I should get going,” you excuse yourself, “have a happy holi–”

As you step back, your heel catches on something. You don’t realise until your plummeting onto your ass that the man stuck his leg out behind you. You hit the ground with an oomph, barely missing the metal jack half-buried in the snow.

You hear the van door sliding open and a clatter of heavy treads. You can barely catch your breath as the world moves fast around you. The man bends over you as another rushes over, grabbing you off the ground as the two vehicles block out the street from view.

“Be nice,” the first man warns as your arms are seized. “Don’t hurt her.”

You suck in a deep breath. What is happening? You go to let out the shriek as you’re struck by the situation. This can’t be real but you’re being half-carried towards an open vehicle. A hand comes up and stifles your scream, smothering you as you’re yanked harshly forward.

“Careful,” the man girds again.

“Shut the fuck up,” the other grits and pulls you away from the other, spinning you around as he hooks an arm around your neck and covers your mouth, forcing you towards the van. He bends backwards, lifting your feet as you kick and squirm.

“Honey, calm down,” the friendly customer coaxes, “it’s okay.”

You don’t understand. Why are they doing this? Why you?

The man’s hand slips as you grab at his arms and your teeth come over the vee between thumb and index. You bite down and he yowls. Even through his leather glove, you give him a viscous pinch.

“Fuck!” He tosses you forward so your knees hit the side of the van and fall half-inside.

“Hurry the fuck up,” another voice calls from inside the van.

“Trying,” the second man snarls as you stand and let out a shrill note, only for a second before you’re caught from behind and muted again. This time the leather glove seals over your nose. “Fucking bitch.” 

You’re lifted into the van, writhing and kicking as the door slides shut from the outside. You’re pinned on the floor in the seatless rear of the vehicle. You whimper as your eyes glisten with a sudden spring of tears. 

That question rings in your head again; why you? You have no one to look for you, no one to care. It’s only you against them.

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[jarofstyles]

Ultramarine- Indigo 7

Hello! Here is a cute part of Indigo, I'm sorry she's a slow burn but I really love them so I don't wanna rush them <3

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Warnings- mention of trauma and bullying (brief) and sexual tension ;)

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Y/N was grabbing lunch with him. 

Harry’s hand ached, the 5 hour session being particularly grueling regardless of how used his muscles were to the gun. He used arthritic cream on it and his wrist as he took a break in his office, finally checking his phone. As impressed as he was with the woman who had come and sat for 5 hours, he’d wished she wanted a break when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. H was giddy and anxious to see what Y/N was saying- she was the only one who texted him during the day besides Niall with stupid tiktok links and his Mum sending photos of her cats. 

When he’d opened it up to see her question, he didn’t hesitate to agree. It didn’t matter if he hurt, he wanted to take any excuse he could to see her. 

Y/N; Hiiii! I know this is super last minute so do not be afraid to say no but did you want to grab lunch at around 2:30? 

H: Absolutely I do. Sorry for the late reply, I was finishing a tattoo. It isn’t too late to say yes, is it? 

Y/N: Oh, amazing :) And no, not too late. I’m kind of bored today, I finished a project and told myself I needed to relax but… I feel restless and I missed you a little bit.

Harry felt himself flush at her response, knowing if anyone saw him at this moment they wouldn't recognize him. His smile was wide and face as pink as he collected himself, grateful that he was in his own office so he could freely feel. 

H: Only a little bit? X 

Y/N: Well if I said I missed you a lot I’d be a weirdo, wouldn't I? We just saw each other. 

H: Well call me a weirdo too then, I suppose. Because I did. 

H: A lot, if you couldn’t tell. 

Y/N: You are very cute. I’ll be there in a few :) 

—-

“Yeah, it’s kinda fucked.” Harry sighed as Y/N took his hand into her own from across the little table. “Usually I love a long session but I’ve been doing them a few days in a row. S’my own fault, but I was hoping for a tap out for once.” He laughed through his nose before it turned into a groan, feeling small thumbs begin to rub over his palm. Y/N pouted ever so lightly, moving in slow circles on the skin and digging in slightly before meeting his eye. 

“You’ve got to take care of yourself.” The scold was lighthearted but he could see it on her face. She meant it. It made his chest flutter a little that she cared enough to do that. He was used to basically being on his own, mostly by choice but because it was easy for people to fake concern to get gossip- but he knew Y/N meant it. Her gentle massage on his hand, trying to ease his aching was a nice touch. Her half-drunk smoothie was in front of her, leaving her fingers cool to the touch and another nice addition to the soothing touch. “Shouldn’t wait for them to tap out. You should schedule them in smaller increments so you don’t put too much strain on your poor hands.” Y/N’s eyes met him for a moment before looking away. “They’re too pretty to be hurting.”

He had been surprised by the gall, if he was honest. Y/N had been a bit more shy when coming to this sort of thing but he was mentally preening, not able to hide the smile curling on his lips as he flexed his hand in her grasp. “Yeah? Think I’ve got pretty hands?” He hummed. “Got a bunch of calluses. Some scars. My nail polish is chipped.” Was he fishing for a compliment? A little bit. He wanted a few of them, especially when she had seemed to like his best tools. 

“Of course. Just shows you work with your hands, know how to use them.” She stated. “It’s something a lot of people don’t know how to do anymore. The scars add character, and the nail polish is cute. It can always be redone.” She flipped his hand over but continued the slight massage, looking at his long, nimble fingers stretched over her wrists. He had a few rings on them which she knew he took off while tattooing, his fabric bracelets slightly worn besides the silver cuff on the non tattooed wrist. Harry liked to decorate his body and that was obvious. He’d told her he sometimes struggled with expression verbally, so she had a hunch that he used this to express himself. “And I also love the eyeliner thing. It’s attractive too.” 

She tacked on the compliment and his smile grew into a grin, shaking his head as he squeezed over her hands with a laugh. “Laying on all the compliments today, yeah? D’want something from me?” All she had to do was ask. The shivers in his body made him more than willing to hand shit over on a silver platter. His eyeliner had been a few years ongoing, a simple charcoal pencil smudging around his eyes. Apparently it brought out the green even more and he did have a few colors. Perhaps one day Y/N would want to do it for him. 

“No, no. Just figure people don’t do it as often as they should.” She sighed, dropping one of his hands to take a sip of her smoothie. The contact felt good. Especially since he kept a grip on her hand and swiped his thumb over the back of hers, the gentleness a stark contrast to the chain around his neck, metal on his face and ink on his skin. He was the opposite of what someone would expect, and somehow that made Y/N yearn for even more of him. 

“Well.. Thanks. But I’d prefer you to be the one doing the compliments. I know you’re not full of shit.” His smirk made her scoff but she merely continued sipping before moving on. Surely many people meant the compliments they gave him but she knew that he wouldn’t believe them regardless. That was the thing about growing up with that sort of trauma. When you were bullied growing up, seen as a butt of a joke, it was harder to accept people’s genuine kindness. It saddened her immensely, but this wasn’t the place to unpack that. 

“You’d have to be dead to not see how attractive you are, H. But I don’t want to give you too much of an ego boost or you’ll leave me in the dust.” Her foot nudged him under the table. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over this weekend? I was thinking of trying out a few cookie recipes and I need a baking assistant- or at the very least, a taste tester.” She offered, trying to hide her nerves. They were at a weird crossroads of developing relationships. Not official, not exactly fully comfortable enough to be shooting plans the day of but still craving their company quite strongly. They weren’t seeing anyone else, at least she hoped so, but they didn’t have a label. 

“Are you kidding?” He barked out a laugh. “Of fucking course I do. Used to help my nan back in the day in the kitchen. Christmas breads and sweets galore. You’ve got an old pro on your hands.” Was he vastly overvaluing his kitchen skills? A bit. He knew his way around decently enough, but he wanted to get that smile on her face- which succeeded. 

“Oh, lovely.” She chirped. “Then yes, I’d love for you to come over. We’ll get something to eat because m’not sure either of us are going to want to be in the kitchen for more than the cookies.” He watched her nose wrinkle making his heart skip a beat. There were tiny Y/N mannerisms he wanted to get to know. This one in particular he found to be stupidly cute, each time it happened making him smile internally. 

“Mhm. I understand. We’ve got a kitchen quota we don’t want to max out.”

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“Where do you think you’re going?” A hand on her waist stopped her from taking another step further, Y/N grinning to herself as she paused in her step. She had done it just to see what Harry would do, and so far she had been correct. Her hopes had been granted. 

“Hm? Home.” She grinned up at him, eyes not able to hide the mischief in them as she moved back towards him. “Is there a problem?”

“I think we need to establish a few things.” His voice dropped, crowding her back against her car. Y/N had started this but felt the air get sucked from her lungs as her back pressed agaisnt the cold metal of her door, eyes widening slightly as she was peering up at him with far less smugness as before. “I don’t like leaving without a proper goodbye, hm? And you know what I’m missing, yeah Darling?” of course she did. She had been aching for it just as badly, the tiny one she got in greeting not even half of the one she needed now, but she wanted to make him work for it a little bit. 

“What’s that?” She hummed, biting her lower lip to try and control the grin threatening to break out on her face. The uncontrollable urge to giggle as he seemed to clock the look on her face, shaking his head at her and clicking his tongue while tilting her head up to meet him. It was the closest she could get to a swoon, sure there were little hearts in her pupils as he tapped the bottom of her lip and tugged it from her teeth. 

Christ. 

“I think you know.” He muttered. “Cruel, cruel little angel. What d’want from me, hm? Do you want me to beg?” His eyes scanned her face. “M’not one to get on my knees for that reason, but I think I could do so for you.” 

Y/N’s knees felt weak as he pinned her with his stare, a quivering in her stomach making her blink rapidly at him. Get on his knees? She could only imagine what he did on his knees and the image of him peering up at her with his mouth tucked between her thighs and her knee over his shoulder, working to get his tongue up inside her made her feel hot all over. The mental image was precisely his goal, she found, as his grin rose back and morphed into a smirk as she barely held back a whimper when her lip was stroked by the thumb in question. She had played with the lion as a sweet little lamb, and found herself right in his jaws. 

“N-No. Don’t have to beg, but I think it would be cute.” She cursed internally at the stutter, showing her weakness front and center as his face got a bit closer to hers, nose brushing the bridge of hers before moving down to the tip. Being this close made her dizzy, the sweet spice of his cologne and the mint of his gum overwhelming her. The man trapped her against her car, getting closer than she had been to a man in public, but she was pathetic. Internally she was gagging for it, tilting her head up to try and catch his mouth-

Only for him to pull back just enough to miss. A spark in his eye made her want to stomp her foot, the man teasing her more than she had anticipated. Y/N had tried to get the upper hand but it was obvious that the more comfortable he got, the more power he would wield with her. She had been a bit of a fool for thinking that a man like him wouldn’t turn this over, but she had felt like trying her luck. 

“Cute? Think it would be cute?” He muttered under his breath. “Well, I’m glad you think so. But I know what this is, little angel. Prettiest little Sunflower, trying to tease me.” Realistically, Harry knew she hadn’t a clue about the true power she had over him, but he would let that remain a secret for a bit longer. “What I meant, by a proper goodbye… Is that I’d like to feel these pretty lips before you leave me.” There was an audible hitch in her throat, making him hold back the smile, ghosting his lips against hers. “You did something to me… m’convinced. Put a spell in your lipgloss or somethin’ like that. Made me crave it. I’m more of a gentleman these days, because the first thing I wanted to do was lick into this pretty little mouth when I saw you today. I controlled it, but I can tell it’ll be a problem later on down the line. I need something sweet to hold me over, y’feel me, doll?” He tapped her lip with his thumb, gently tugging it down before it snapped back up. 

Y/N could barely breathe. Sometimes, she found, Harry had these bursts of being pure sex appeal. It was broken up by cute, soft and shy boy, but when he got in this sort of mood she found it hard to keep her vision from swimming. A floaty feeling, making her swallow thickly and nod in a jerking motion as she tried to get up on her tiptoes to catch his lips only to be deprived again. This time she did make a noise of frustration, brows furrowing as she looked at his hooded eyes. It wasn’t fair! 

“Oh, m’sorry Sunflower. Couldn’t let you have it that easy when you were about t’leave me without a kiss. Got a mean streak in you, but I’ll take it. You’re sweet and tart, like a Cherry.” He laughed, leading her arm to loop over his neck. “If you’re good to me, I’ll be good to you. Give you what you want, maybe even more.” She was rewarded, finally, with a tiny kiss to her pout before pulling back.  “But if you want to play games… You’ve gotta remember that m’a nasty competitor.”

Y/N could believe it. Harry oozed ‘win or nothing’ energy and she had tested it now, feeling how quickly she was going to fold. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to test this out when she had more resolve, but she had felt similarly to him the whole time. She wanted him just as badly, and playing with fire wasn’t cutting it right now. The only burn she wanted from him was a big of beard burn between her thighs. “M’sorry.” She whispered. “I’ll be sweet.” 

“I heard a silent ‘for now’ after that, but that’s good enough for me.” He rewarded her heavily. Kissing her fully, capturing her lips between his own and pulling her into him as he did so. Harry kissed just how he looked. Intense, hot. She let out a little noise feeling his tongue brush past and the cool metal of his tongue piercing hit hers. It was another reminder of how he would definitely be one to blow her mind when he got on his knees for her, because Harry didn’t seem like the type to do anything half assed. He had the ability to make her feel like she was boiling inside and the only thing that could cool her down was his touch. 

It was over too quickly, her thighs clenching together hard as she looked at him with bleary eyes. His face was self assured, a little smug and she was trying to recover. A squeeze was given to her chin, making her clear her vision as she was left a little unsatisfied. But would she ever really be truly satisfied when he took away his mouth? She could kiss him for hours and still feel like she wanted more. Their date was proof of that. 

“See? I can be sweet when you are. Rewards.” His confidence blew her away, barely able to recover when he pressed another firm kiss to her mouth without giving her time to react. “Now go on and go get some supplies for our cookies, yeah? Text me when you’re there and when you’re home safe. I’ve got another two appointments.” He wished he could cancel them and just go with her but he didn’t want the rep, and also didn’t want to cling to her. As tempting as it may be, he wanted to start this right. 

Y/N’s kiss still tingled on his lips as she drove away. He knew he was deep in the inky indigo waters of infatuation, but he didn’t think that was a bad thing. He’d learn to breathe underwater.

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[ashwhowrites]

Hey, pretty girl, I've got a request for you!

I was wondering if you'd do one where Eddie accidentally finishes early. Like he's been talking up his game all day, then they finally get to play and within 5 minutes he busts.

Obviously doesn't end there (like Eddie would ever let his partner go unsatisfied), but I'll leave those details up to you. 😚😚💋

I tried my best to keep this gn!reader :)

( then messed up and had to fix it so hopefully I caught it all )

Pretty short so I'd say it's kinda like a blurb! I wanted to keep the gn!reader so I didn't talk much about their pleasure at the end <3

I hope this is what you were looking for and you like it 🩷 never proofread

Eddie cums in seconds

Y/N was away on a business trip, and that left Eddie alone, bored and very unsatisfied. He texted them everyday and called every night but he missed them so much. Another thing Eddie enjoyed doing was teasing. With the distance between them, Eddie thought it'd be fun to talk about all the nasty things he'd do to them once they got home.

Y/N took the bait and spent many nights squirming in bed, waiting for the day they get to go back home.

~~~

The moment they made it through the front door, Eddie had them slammed against it. Quick greetings shared as they smashed their lips against each other. Eddie shoved his leg between Y/N's legs, and gripped their hips. Eddie slipped his tongue in their mouth, Y/N immediately grinding down on Eddie's thigh.

It was all fast, heated and rushed, but neither cared. Y/N's body was growing fuzzy and their head was getting dizzy. The pleasure of Eddie gripping their hips and helping them move against his thigh had them moaning and panting against Eddie's tongue.

Eddie pulled away for air, using that time to yank off his clothes, Y/N followed, their body missing the feeling of Eddie's thigh already.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you, pretty little thing " Eddie growled, his hand cupping their jaw in a harsh grip. Y/N moaned at his words. Eagerly yanking their jaw out of his grasp and dropping to their knees.

They moaned seeing his red, leaking cock. Aching to be touched. They slowly kissed around his tip, kitten licking the small amount of precum. They whined once they tasted a little bit of him on their tongue. Eddie was gasping about them, hands digging into their hair as he desperately bucked his hips. Y/N took the hint and opened their mouth. Taking Eddie in slowly, inch by inch.

Eddie left one hand in their hair and the other holding himself up, palm flat against the door. Y/N was taking him further and Eddie could feel his insides tightening. He blinked over and over, trying his best to calm his body but he was so lost in the feeling.

"Fuck" he hissed. Y/N was always a tease, but they must have missed him because they didn't waste any time. They were gagging on him, keeping him in the back of their throat the best they could. Coming up for tiny breaths of air before sucking on his cock again.

Eddie's head was spinning, their back was to the door thudding against it when Eddie rocked his hips against them. Wrong move

Before Eddie could even acknowledge what was happening, he spilled down their throat. They were caught off guard, immediately coughing against him with wide eyes. They regained their posture and swallowed his cum, slowly pulling away.

They coughed some more and stood up, a questioning look in their eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck, I didn't even feel it coming." He apologized, pecking their lips softly.

"It's alright, Eds. Just a little surprised." They giggled. But even if Eddie already came, he wouldn't leave his partner in the dust.

"Your turn." He smirked, dropping to his knees as he nudged their thighs apart. Mouth immediately sucking on their thighs.

Eddie came first, but they came last.....about three times.

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[wolfoftheblackflames]

I've done it misfits, enjoy me posting all the parts one by one. It took me two days to write this huge 15k word story, so enjoy!

The Devil and The Innocent: Pt.4

Angel had heard it all, though it was mainly quacks, baps, and Vaggie herself. “Looks like toots has lost it..” He muttered but seemed intrigued. The candlestick rushed towards Cherri who looked bored. “Hey sugar tits, we might be able to fix this!” 

Cherri blinked but grinned. “Alright, let's make a big fucking boom then.” 

The two ran off to inform everyone else, letting Husk inform Charlie who slumped in her chair by the fireplace. In a matter of moments the Devil was pacing her claws ruffling at her fur. “Shit shit shit” She rambled. “Should I go up and get her?” 

“How about no? Just give her a bit. Princess.” Husk replied sitting casually with a bottle in his toy paws.

“You probably could go do that, it'd be fun.” Alastor chimed in, as it would be amusing to see the chaos.

“Alastor darling, don't be like that. Our princess here is finally socializing with someone that isn't talking objects.” Rosie replied playfully, nudging him.

Charlie rubbed her neck again scratching at it. She couldn't wait any longer and went up despite the others' protests. She was about to knock on the door when it opened. “Uh hi…” 

“Hey?” Vaggie blinked, tilting her head. “I've decided to humor you with this dinner. Though I can see you were being impatient.” She replied, noticing the tail flickering.

“S-Sorry… B-but would you like me to escort you down?” The Devil asked a gulp. “I-I'm sorry I yelled earlier… I'm glad you actually came out…”

“Do it, she's obviously trying to win your affection.” Lucifer quacked. 

“Baaap!” Both Razzle and Dazzle chimed.

Vaggie rolled her eye at the duck and goats but nodded slightly as she took the presented beefy arm causing Charlie to blink. “Alright, let's go.” 

Charlie couldn't believe her eyes. Not only was this really pretty woman actually letting her, but she even dressed up too in a rather gorgeous red dress that complimented her figure. She couldn't help but do a cute but freaky wolf grin. “Hey blondie, ease up on the fang showing!” Angel smirked, seeing the two. 

“R-right sorry..” The Devil fixed her muzzle. 

Once at the dinner table, Vaggie couldn't help but stare at all the food. “Places people!” Alastor grinned as he soon played some music.

Charlie watched Vaggie look around in awe as the crew easily did a dance number while singing for the duo. (Be our guest) She couldn't help but chuckle softly, it sounded like a growl though.

“Hey the big bitch is growling again.” Cherri stated looking annoyed.

“What no! I'm not mad, I'm actually happy?” Charlie quickly defended but then sulked since in this cursed form, everything she did made her look vicious, and it even scared her friends. 

Dinner continued as normal but Vaggie couldn't help but notice the small glances the Devil gave her, but then the innocent look away fidgeting with her food. It was kinda cute. Though seeing those wolf fangs chomp down on some steak kinda scared her a little. “Um..” She started seeing some sauce on Charlie's muzzle. “You got a little sauce on you hon..”

The Devil blinked feeling where Vaggie was pointing. It looked cute seeing the Devil paw herself, but she didn't get it. “Where?”

“Here you big puppy, c'mere.” Vaggie reached up with a napkin and wiped the sauce off. 

She blinked seeing that lone eye up close. Though she awkwardly waved Vaggie off moving away. “I-I'm not a child..” She muttered with a growl.

Vaggie sighed but got up. She had finished her meal and went to head back up to her room. “Sorry if I upset you. I'll go now.” 

Husk facepalmed, Angel winced, Alastor looked amused, Cherri rolled her eyes, Niffty giggled, Sir Pentious looked awkward, and Rosie sighed softly. “A decent attempt at being civilized darling.” 

Charlie's wolf ears pinned back watching her friend go. She growled again cursing this stupid form as she bent a fork. “Not again..”. The Devil went back to her own room. “Wouldn't be surprised if she tries to leave…” 

The comment made the others go silent as the group watched their mistress disappear behind her door in the west wing once again.

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“What the hell was that?!” Lucifer quacked, flailing his wings. “You really were serious when you said you were shit at this.”

“Baaap!” Dazzle scolded

“Baaap baaap!” Razzle added, looking annoyed.

“Do me a favor and shut up. I tried alright?” Vaggie snapped back, changing into something more comfortable. Her usual white dress. “There's got to be a way I can get out of here…” Her warrior instinct was kicking in. No you're a murderer, you deserve this. Vaggie gritted her teeth pushing back those thoughts.

Grabbing her spear, Vaggie carefully slipped out of the room, she looked back over at the west wing. “Please don’t leave..” Lucifer pleaded.

“I have to get back to my family… I hope you understand…” Vaggie made her way to the west wing.

It wasn't easy to navigate the area with all its creepy statues and ripped furniture but Vaggie managed to remain quiet. But something tugged at her heart when she heard a sound. It was someone crying. Vaggie peered inside the room only to find that it was coming from Charlie.

“I hate this body…” The Devil swatted at the damaged furniture. “Everything I do, everyone thinks I'm either mad or ready to attack them!” She roared, shaking her head. “And then she came along… I thought I had a friend, but I guess I wasn't the nicest to her too..”

Vaggie stared, her hand coming to her mouth as the other kept a firm grip on her spear. A broken heart. That phrase echoed in her mind. She broke out of her small trance when Charlie moved to flop onto the bed and curl up like a little wolf pup.

Though what caught Vaggie's eye was two things lit up by the red light from outside. A singular bowl, and a glass case. Inside said case was a gorgeous looking golden rose. Quietly she crept over to it curiously. “What even is this?” She blinked but froze when she felt powerful eyes latch onto her.

“Don't you dare touch that!” Charlie roared, jumping in front of it. “I told you the west wing is forbidden for a reason!” She growled snarling like a vicious she-wolf.

Vaggie moved back brandishing her spear. “What the fuck is that?”

“Nothing you need to know about. Now get out!” Charlie smashed a table in two. “Go!”

That strength made Vaggie shiver slightly, her warrior instinct screamed for her to run. She stood firm. “I'm not leaving till you tell me what the fuck is up with that?!”

The Devil roared loudly at her and swung, knocking the spear into the wall with a powerful smack. “GET OUT!”

Vaggie stared at her then growled and retreated, she hated to abandon the spear but she had no choice. She dashed out of the castle as fast as she could, not caring about the cold landscape.

Charlie watched her go, but then started to shake again. “Damn it… I did it again…” She squatted down holding her head.

“What are you waitin’ for drama queen, go after her now! There's monsters in those woods you idiot!” Angel snapped from outside the west wing hallway.

Charlie blinked. “Shit!” She dashed after Vaggie taking the spear out of the wall on her way out.

(Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed this crazy fic, I sure did!)

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[mkfluffluv]

How would Marc and Steven help their s/o when they’ve had a bad day, like the kinda bad day where everything goes wrong.

Thank you

We're Here

MARC SPECTOR X READER , STEVEN GRANT X READER , JAKE LOCKLEY X READER

prompt : your boyfriends comfort you after you've had the worst day possible

posting two fics in a day? i'm on a roll!! yes i worked on both this and dyed hair disaster in a single day, i am very tired lol, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

likes and reblogs appreciated as always <3

warnings : this is hurt/comfort. still fluff. but there's a lot of emotional stuff, blaming one’s self for things when you shouldn't, sad thoughts. this is still very fluffy tho no need to worry

word count : 1,497

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Today has been a very awful no good very bad day.

It started with getting up 10 minutes late for your desk job all because you'd forgotten to set up your alarm on time. Then, because you had hurried while getting ready, you'd also forgotten to bring the very important papers that you had to give to your boss to which he had yelled at you for hours and then proceeds to tell you to get out and go home. You weren't getting fired, no, your boss wasn't that cruel, but still, it was incredibly humiliating to have been scolded like that in front of all your co-workers.

But that's not where the bad day ends, oh no, that was simply just the beginning. On your sad walk back to your apartment, a car drove past a brown puddle, and you, standing on the sidewalk had become the selected victim of the splash. Nobody else had gotten hit. Just you. Not even the lady who was sitting right beside you. You didn’t even know how that was even possible but people were staring and you needed to go immediately.

So you've got disgusting mud water all over your work clothes as you continue your shameful walk, what next? You could already feel everyone's pitiful gaze boring into your back and could almost hear their thoughts every time you passed by each sorry look that they gave. You hated it.

So far, the only good thing that came out of that day was the nice old lady who had approached you and given you a bag of delicious pastries for you to eat. It lifted your mood a bit after she patted you on the back and left.

Then of course, because your luck was just so darned terrible, the moment you were finally at the front door of your apartment building, a man rushed past you and bumped into your shoulder, resulting in you falling on your ass and dropping the pastries into another puddle.

Those darned puddles.

At that point, you just didn't care anymore.

You were tired, hungry, upset, and just overall not in a good mood. So, you let out a scream into the palm of your hands, ignoring the people around the sidewalk that are most definitely staring at you right now.

After you've finished your little scream fest, you stand up and take a deep and long breath, whispering reassurances to yourself all the way back to your small studio apartment.

Everything was fine for a while.

You threw away your wasted pastries, changed into your comfy pajamas, and finally, sat down on your couch to watch the new episode of your favorite show. At least, that was the plan.

Imagine your shock when you find that the show was nowhere to be found on the site and when you looked up what happened to it, you just snapped.

The show had been discontinued.

-

That's pretty much how terrible your day has been. So now you're curled up in your blankets, crying into your phone with your boyfriend on the other line, whispering constant reassurances at you as you can hear him rushing through the crowds of the busy streets. It lightens up your mood a bit when you hear him yell at a bunch of random walkers, like you being sad over an unusually unlucky day was this big emergency.

When Marc bursts into your room, you immediately jump to your feet and into his embrace, Marc immediately wraps his arms around your waist and softly whispers into your hair. He doesn’t question you nor force you to talk. He just holds you tighter and tighter, making you feel safer as the seconds go by.

"You're okay, baby, you're okay, I'm here." He soothes, one of his hands gently patting your head as he presses multiple kisses to your forehead.

The dam that has been holding up all the emotions inside of you since the beginning of this day finally breaks and you start to fully cry into his shoulders. Everything is coming all at once and it's just too much. Your fear of getting fired by your boss, the worry of never being able to get rid of the stains on your work shirt, and the guilt of dropping those pastries that the old lady had been so kind to give to you. It’s all too much.

Marc guides you back to your bed, arms still tightly wrapped around you as he sways you back and forth to calm you down, all the while whispering comforting words into your ear.

The both of you stay like that for a while until your sobs quiet down and you can breathe slightly better now.

Suddenly, he pulls away but still keeps you at arm's length. You let out a disapproving whine at the loss of his warmth against your body, but when you look up, you notice the change in his expression and his posture.

His brows are more furrowed, his lips tightly shut and turned downwards to an upset frown. He's holding you by your forearms tightly as if holding back the urge to punch the wall next to him. It's not tight to the point of hurting though. You know Jake would never hurt you.

"Who did this to you?" He asks, the tone of his voice dangerous and threatening but you know they're not directed to you. You don't know to who the voice should be directed. Should it be for your boss who humiliated you in front of your friends and co-workers? Or maybe the driver who splashed mud all over your work clothes? Maybe the man who had pushed you and made you drop your pantries? No. You don't know because you can't blame any of them and can only blame your bad luck.

So you shake your head instead, indicating that you don't want to talk about it right now. Jake's face drops even more but he understands and opens his arms. You naturally fall into them, your back now pressed to his chest as he plays with your hair. He tells you about his day, about the different people he talked to working as a cabbie, and the criminals that he had caught. It's nice. You listen to him intently as his voice drowns out your loud thoughts.

Eventually though, after a while of hugging, your emotional breakdown starts to tire you. Your eyes are half-opened and you're yawning every few seconds. Jake chuckles at you.

"Guess it's Steven's turn to comfort you. He's always been the better cuddler after all." He says. His arms wrap around your stomach and his chin rests on your shoulder so you can turn and see his smile.

"You're all good cuddlers." You respond, a hand coming up to pat Jake's head and giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.

"But you won't deny that Steven's the best cuddler, huh?" You shake your head at his question with a shy smile, making him laugh a little. "I won't argue with that."

Jake holds you for a little longer before you can feel the way his posture changes, his eyes changing from the usual tense stare to Steven's often wide-eyed but still somewhat relaxed one.

"Hi, Steven." You greet him, the smile on your face lighting up even more. He smiles back at you of course and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

"Hi, love." He greets back.

You turn your body so that you're facing him now, and press your forehead against his. He then moves his hands to hold yours as you practice your breathing together. In and out. In and out. This is how it usually goes with Steven. A few minutes of just grounding yourselves before falling asleep.

You pull away first when you remember something important.

"Don't you have, um," You flail your hands around your face and do the motion of throwing a crescent blade, unsure of what word you should use to describe their nightly routines.

Steven laughs at your silly reenactment and shakes his head. "The old pigeon will understand. He's got a big ole soft spot for you actually." He tells you, to which your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Steven can't help but lightly pinch your cheeks.

He then lays down on your bed, pulling you with him and closer to him. His arms wrap cozily around your waist and his legs tangle themselves with yours. The position is comfy and warm but most importantly, it makes you feel safe.

Having Steven, Marc, and Jake around makes you feel so much safer now. No more worries are lingering in your head about what other things your bad luck would bring to you, no more fears of what the next day might become. All you can feel and hear right now is their heartbeat close to your ears and it's steady and calm and comforting in all the right ways.

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #moon knight imagine #marc spector imagine #steven grant imagine #jake lockley imagine #moon knight x you #marc spector x you #steven grant x you #jake lockley x you

[reanbowful]

hi Rean! can i have a request for reader appears with a wound on her body every day, not because she participated in a fight but because of her bad luck. i wonder how weak hero boys will react 😔

pls ignore if you don't like it. have a good day btw!

Yes you can! And noo I would never ignore you bb 🤍 Good day to you too! So basically reader is bennett right? 😭

*also I finished this faster than I expected yayy

“it’s just bad luck”

if you keep getting injured due to your bad luck

(gray, ben, alex, donald, jake, wolf)

gray yeon / yeon sieun

You show up to class with a skinned elbow today. Yesterday it was a bruise on your nose bridge. The day before that you had a busted lip.

Gray frowned, watching as you hiss when the sleeves of your uniform ride down your elbow.

You don’t seem like the type to be getting yourself into fights.

But then again, looks can be deceiving. Gray himself is well aware of that fact.

His first thoughts was that you were getting beat up. You really can’t be too careful in the streets of Yeongdeungpo.

So he does what he has to do.

“Hey, do you want to walk home together?”

Surprisingly, you agreed. And Gray noted with relief that you’re simply way too relaxed to be in fear of someone jumping you. So, assholes beating you up was definitely off his list-

“Look out!”

Gray’s eyes widened as he pulled you aside when broken window glasses suddenly came free falling from the sky.

“Shit! Are you okay?! I’m so so sorry! You got dragged into my bad luck.”

“Your what?”

So then you began to explain that you just have chronic bad luck that’s gotten you injured for the past few days.

So that’s what it was.

“Uh, Gray? You’re not mad are you?”

The boy would just simply shake his head and continue walking down the street. He took a passing glance at you, a small smile on his lips.

Perhaps with his presence, your bad luck could finally nullify.

ben park / park humin

I think we can collectively agree that Ben doesn’t have that great of a luck himself.

You and Ben were supposed to go to an arcade today testing out the new machine that they have.

Ben was bouncing on his feet the entire day, anticipating the date.

But as he was walking to your house, a text message popped up in his phone.

I can’t go out today, let’s go some other time.

He stared at his phone for like 5 seconds. You were not the type of person to bail out on plans at d-day unless something really urgent came up.

Did something happen?

No replies.

Ben decided not to push it since he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable if it was a private matter and walked back home a bit down that day.

When you stopped replying to his texts for the next couple of days was when he began to get really worried that something real bad had happened.

Did you get bored of him? Were you angry? But what did he do? Oh this last one really brought tears to his eyes- What if you breaking up with him?

Alex and Gerard watched him with shared concerns. They suggested he just go visit you at your house and ask for himself what exactly happened.

So here he is, right at your door.

‘Hello?’

“Babe? You weren’t responding to my texts, so I was getting kinda worried-”

He was caught by surprise when you rushed to the door and beamed to hug him.

“Ben! God I missed you so much!”

But his attention was caught on something else. The cast on your arm. Then it went up. Your neck was covered in small scratches and there was bruises on your cheek.

His first thought, the Union.

Holding you by your shoulders, he leaned down.

“Who did this to you?”

“Uh.. babe?”

Before Ben explodes and goes on a killing rampage, you quickly explained that you had gotten into an accident while taking your dog to the doctor. Your phone broke and your last text to him was literally moments before disaster. (the dog is okay guys don’t come for me)

“So, yeah. It’s just my bad luck.”

“I- I thought you were breaking up with me..”

You better give him his hugs and kisses afterwards.

alex go / go hyuntak

Alex is a hot blooded person, so proceed with caution here.

You guys were on a date together, at a small cafe your friend had recommended to you the other day.

“This place is actually really nice, don’t you think?”

“Hm..”

Something about you has been really distracting Alex. He narrowed his eyes at you, trying to find the peculiarity.

“Alex..? Is everything ok- OW!”

Yep. It was your shoulder. He noticed that you haven’t really been raising your left arm. Only moving them moderately, and even suppressing a wince once in a while.

“You’re injured.”

You pouted, looking away to the side.

“What happened? Tell me. Is it the Union? Is it them?!”

it’s your turn to look incredulously at him.

“What is the Union? And wha- no I got hit by a fire extinguisher.”

“You got hit by a what?”

Explaining what happened in short, basically a girl at your home economics class set her station on fire. And this one prick who thinks he’s the main character ran and pour water over the pan making the fire reach up to the ceiling of the classroom. (this happened to my class irl. never do that guys)

So then HE fucked up, which makes another guy with actual brains go and get the fire extinguisher.

And apparently universe decides they want you to have a bad week. The fire extinguisher exploded once he took the seal of, and flew over. Hitting you on the back of your shoulder.

“And that’s the whole story. It’s really just some bad luck going on there.”

Alex would just sit there, flabbergasted.

“Babe.. who did you anger to receive all this bad karma?”

donald na / na baekjin

You did not exactly covered the injuries you sustained on your body. It wasn’t like it was some secret of yours.

Donald also did not pay much attention to it. He does took notice of it, just never really commented much on it.

But then the bruises grew, from one to three, and then to six.

Donald would narrow his eyes at the growing number of injuries you have. How did you even get them? In the first place, you weren’t even an actively physical member of the Union.

So one day after you came to submit your report, Donald would pull you aside and ask for a confirmation.

“Y/N, you know I care about the wellbeing of every members of the Union, don’t you?”

His eyes darted down, yet another growing bruise on your leg above the knee.

He pursed his lips when you tilt your head in confusion.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You don’t pass me as one, but have you been fighting outside my supervision?”

“Huh? No, I haven’t.”

“Then, is there anyone bothering you?”

“I’m not sure where this is coming from..”

Donald would take your arm and slide the sleeves of your uniform up to reveal trails of bruises.

“Hm?”

“Oh, these! No, they’re not from fighting. I swear.”

“Then?”

Sheepishly rubbing your neck, you’re not too sure you wanted to reveal this not to cool part of your life towards him.

“Well.. it’s just. It’s really nothing, I just have bad luck? I guess?”

“Bad luck..?”

“Yeah, you know. I can’t really explain it, it’s just something I experienced for like all my life really. Plus I have a pretty weak skin! So it’s easy for me to retain bruises.”

Bad luck, huh.

“Stay here for a minute will you, Love. We’ll walk together from now on to minimise that bad luck of yours.”

jake ji / ji hakho

If you guys don’t know each other, or just not very close in general, I honestly don’t think Jake would care that much.

If he’s interested in you, he will try to make a passing comment like, “Ouch, that could leave a scar.”

If you two are already close, depending on the scale of your injury, he will get super worried.

You came to school that day with a bandaged arm. You had accidentally burned yourself while ironing your brother’s clothes. But it was nothing too serious, you cleaned the wound and bandaged it up.

Even so, a fresh wound is still a fresh wound.

“Y/N!”

You hissed when Jake accidentally brushed over your injured arm as he ran over to hug you.

“Hm? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“You didn’t hurt me, Jake. It’s fine.”

Jake would be left stunned as you left him in front of the school yard.

You’ve never avoided him like this before. Except for the next few days, whenever he initiated any big physical contact, you would push him off like the plague.

“Alright, this is not fun anymore. What’s going on?”

It was a huge problem for him not being able to hug you. So, he needs to get to the core of the problem.

“My arm. I burned it on an iron, and you kept accidentally touching them. So- WAIT JAKE!”

Rolling up your sleeves with little considerations for you, he noticed the white gauze peeking through.

You watched as your boyfriend lowered the sleeves of your blazer back down, a hard look on his face.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! And all this time I thought I did something to upset you or something!”

“H-huh?! No, you didn’t! It was just my bad luck..”

“Bad luck or whatever, I want you to tell me the reason I can’t get your hugs next time!”

wolf keum / keum seongje

Wolf Keum is a lot. And out of all those things that he is, he is perceptive.

And really, he notices everything about you. If you changed your shampoo, or when you get a new perfume. He KNOWS.

So you can have my words that he would notice even the smallest imperfection on your skin.

The two of you were at your house after the teacher assigned you for voluntary summer tutoring for extra marks to add onto your uni application later on.

You brought it up to Wolf one day and he shrugged, filing his name in.

So that brings him here, in front of your house. With a box of roll cake his mother made him bring.

They’re giving you tutoring for free! Bring this over and say thank you! Don’t let me hear complaints from their parents about any bad behaviour, Wolf Keum. You hear?!

(I can just imagine mama wolf being a total tiger mom ngl)

“Noona, it’s Wolf.”

Alright back to present time.

It was in the middle of summer. You wore shorts, just like everyone else to spare your body from any possible heat stroke.

It wasn’t visible while you were standing up. But once you sat down and crossed your legs, Wolf noticed a slight discolouration on the inner of your thigh.

Absentmindedly, he slid his hand down to raise up your shorts.

“Wolf! Are you out of your-“

Your older sister who was passing by the living room to get some water averted her eyes awkwardly and murmured something about getting a room.

“Seriously, Wolf..”

“Why do you have bruises here?”

“What?”

Wolf looked at you, and you looked down to where his hand is.

You sighed, about to lose your mind with this kid.

“I fell off a bike a few days ago. It wasn’t anything serious, just got a bit unlucky.”

You replied, pulling down the hem of your shorts back.

“You should be more careful, Noona. Even I don’t fall off of bikes since grade school anymore.”

“-!”

#weak hero class 1 #weak hero webtoon #weak hero manhwa #weak hero x reader #ben park #donald na #jake ji #wolf keum #wolf keum x reader #alex go #gray yeon

[vminizzle]

SERIES || My destiny

Chapter 5 : sick day

pairing : taehyung x f.reader

genre : angst?, fluff?

warnings : sickness, new characters unlocked lmao

words count : 2.6k

A/N : hi again, yea again. Like promised I’m posting as much as possible today :). Well, the chapters are kinda boring but I hope the upcoming ones will be much interesting! Love y’all, thank you! - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED :)

SERIES MASTERLIST

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It was 4 in the morning when you woke up abruptly, sweat all over your body, your head spinning as the need to throw up disturbed your sleep.

You rushed out of your bed to your connected bathroom and dropped on the floor in front of your toilet and let your body do whatever he needed to.

You were feeling way too sick, to hear your brother calling your name from the other side of your bedroom’s door.

"y/n? are you ok? I heard you coughing a lot." you heard Yoongi.

"I-I'm good don't worry. I'm just hmm.. drinking water my throat was dried." you lied not wanting to worry him.

"ah ok, drink hot water if your coughing doesn't stop." he mumbled sleepily as he walked away.

You sat on the floor, feeling a bit better but exhausted. You just wanted to sleep.

You got up rinsing your mouth and brushing your teeth quickly to jump on your bed again. You needed to rest before you lose consciousness.

"I probably ate a lot last night." you sighed as you let your body bounced on the mattress.

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Your alarm startled you as you shut it off abruptly. You groaned as you felt your head heavy and your stomach growling.

Getting up, you did your morning routine and went downstairs where you found your brother eating his cereals.

"Morning rat." you approached him leaving a light kiss on his cheek making him grimaced.

He wiped his cheek with the back of his hand before greeting you. "Morning ugly woman.”

"did you sleep well?" Yoongi asked as he munched his cereals.

"yea I just felt a bit sick earlier. I think I ate a lot last night and I didn't digest well since I went to sleep right after finishing my dinner.”

"Well you ate a whole damn pizza by yourself." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"yea whatever. sorry for disturbing your sleep." you apologized making him frowned.

"what are you even saying? shut your big mouth up, you didn't disturb me. I was coming back from the kitchen because i was thirsty and I heard you coughing. And even if you woke me up, it's not a problem. If you feel sick just tell me I'll come idiot." he gulped down his coffee before getting up from his sit.

You smiled at his words "you're the best brother." you whispered thinking he didn't hear you.

"I know.” he grabbed his car keys.

“bye see you tonight." he slapped the back of your head playfully before getting out of the house.

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CAMPUS

"you seem tired today, are you fine baby?" Momo poked your cheek.

"yea yea I'm fine don't worry.”

"bullshit! look at your face." Momo spoke loudly.

"hey be quiet." the boy sitting in the row in front of you turned around annoyed.

“ah sorry." you apologized with a little smile which the boy returned politely.

"can't you just speak quietly?" you whisper-yelled to her.

“can't you just not hide anything from your best friend?" she rolled her eyes making you sigh.

"fine. last night, I felt sick ok. So I'm tired because of that." Momo hummedz

"what did you have? are you on your period?"

You furrowed your eyebrows before shaking your head.

“i didn't have my period yet.. it's kinda late but anyway, I just threw up, and i had a light headache so don't worry too much hm?" Momo just nodded, many thoughts rushing to her head but she kept it to herself unsure.

Half an hour had passed and you started seeing blur, your surroundings started moving making you feel dizzy.

You closed your eyes shut tightly and opened them again, but you started feeling hot.

No no not again, not now.

Momo looked over at you as she noticed you breathing heavily.

"yo girl? you're not feeling good, let's get you out of here hm?" She caressed your back making you nod.

Momo helped you take your bag from the floor, and took hers, she helped you stand up and exited the amphitheater discretly to not disturb the course.

The fresh air hit your face as you made your way out, you took a deep breath supporting your weight on Momo.

“I want t-to" before you could finish your sentence you rushed toward the nearest place to throw up : on the grass.

Thankfully there weren't people there.

Momo grimaced as she rushed to your sides, stroking your back gently as she held your hair up.

"yea.. let it go baby." she looked away from the floor as you were spitting your soul out.

You let your body fall down as you sat on the floor.

Momo got you a bottle of water from her bag.

"here, rinse your mouth. I have mint pastilles with me, wait." you nodded weakly as you breathed out.

After doing what she ordered you to, you grabbed your phone from your back pocket to call your brother.

"Yoongi.” you started quietly.

“what do you want? aren't you supposed to be in class?" he asked confused.

“don't feel well Yoon-"

"wait for me, I'm coming." he said before hanging up.

“he's coming." you looked up at Momo making her nod.

"let's go sit on that bench." she pointed toward it, helping you stand up.

—

You noticed Yoongi's car arriving as you stood up from the bench.

You walked to the parked car, a panicked Yoongi rushing to your side.

"what do you have? are you on your girl's days or something? fev-"

"hey, calm down please. I just threw up and my head is just spinning a bit.” you tried to reassure him putting your hand on his shoulder.

“just? you fucking threw up? twice! you thought i forgot about last night?" “i feel better now, I'm just tired.” your brother sighed massaging his temples.

Momo's phone suddenly rang making you look over at her.

"yea.. hm.. really? ahh ok ok no no I'm finished.. ok then I'll come. bye see you." she sighed looking toward you and Yoongi.

"I'm sorry guys I have to go. I'll call you tonight y/n, please take care." she kissed your cheek before rushing to her own car.

"get in." Yoongi opened the car's door for you before walking back to the driver sit.

"did you eat lunch yet?" he asked as he started the engin.

You shook your head "it's kinda early." you checked your watch "it's 10:53.”

“what did you eat this morning?"

"cereals." your answered making Yoongi hummed.

He drove for awhile, but not taking the direction for your house.

“where are we going?" you asked confused.

"company. I don't want to let you alone at home so you're staying with me." he announced.

"don't worry you'll stay with me in my office, there is a little couch so you'll rest there".

"and what about your boss?" he chuckled.

“don't worry he won't mind, i'll just inform him. to be honest we're pretty close. he's the father of one of my closest friends." he answered making you make a "o" face.

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YOONGI'S OFFICE

"sit there." he pointed toward the couch he talked about earlier.

"your office is cool!" you exclaimed looking around amazed at how clean and neat it was.

"i know." he smirked proudly.

You slapped his shoulder playfully as you went to the couch.

Yoongi sat himself comfortably on his chair.

"i finish this and we'll go grab something to eat yea?" he said eyes glued to his computer.

“good for me"

"rest until i'm do-"

Someone abruptly opened the office's doors interrupting your brother.

“Yoongi! guess who just bought a new ph- oh hi miss y/n!" Jimin smiled as he approached you, taking your hand in his, kissing it softly.

"hi Mr Park, just call me y/n please." you smiled politely.

“oh no, no Mr Park between us, just call me Jimin. I'm your brother's friend, well more like a brother to him so you're literally a little sister for me." Yoongi rolled his eyes at his friend's words making you chuckled.

"what are you doing here?" he asked curiously.

“i picked her up from college." Yoongi muttered.

"oh are your classes over?"

"she was sick." Yoongi spoke again.

“oh really? are you feeling better now? do you need someth-"

"she's fine Jimin."

"i'm not talking to you man, let her speak." Jimin retorted.

"I'm fine Jimin." you smiled a little "i'm just a bit tired.”

"you should rest." he patted your head softly.

"she was about to, but someone disturb our peaceful place." Yoongi sighed as he finally looked up to you.

Someone knocked on the door catching his attention.

“come in."

"hi Yoongi, i'm here to deliver these papers for tomorrow's meeting." the guy announced.

what's his name again? Jan? Jungk.. ah yes Jungkook, you thought to yourself.

He handed Yoongi the sheets before turning toward you.

“yo Jimin what are you d-" Jungkook stopped as he noticed you.

“hi y-y/n.. hm I'll see y'all later." he said before rushing out of the room.

"what's wrong with him these days? ugh anyway, let's go eat! I'm starving!" Jimin whined.

Yoongi shut his computer off, standing up from his chair.

“let's go then." he grabbed his phone before gesturing you to follow them.

—

CAFETERIA

Yoongi, Jimin and you arrived at the cafeteria walking toward a large table where some guys were already sitting.

"hey man!" Hoseok greeted your brother as we reached the table.

"y/n, let me introduce you to the rest of the boys. you already know, Hoseok." you nodded.

"Guys this is my sister y/n.” Yoongi started.

"so him, it's Seokjin-"

"but you can call me Jin. Like you‘ve noticed I'm the most handsome of the group." he said making you chuckled.

“nice to meet you Jin." he smiled.

“same goes for me dear".

"anyway, so Namjoon." the tall man stood up to shake your hand.

"nice to finally meet you y/n. Yoongi talks a lot about you, always nice things." you shook his hand smiling.

"He's like the leader of the group." Jimin commented.

"he's the one always giving us the directions, advices and all when we work together and he's literally the most mature and serious of the group." you acknowledged his words by nodding.

"and finally, Taehyung." Yoongi pointed to the tall and handsome man sitting at the other side of the table.

“he's my best friend." Jimin smiled proudly making Taehyung smiled too.

"He's also the-” you stopped paying attention at the conversation, your heart skipping a beat.

You made eye contact with the man as he stood up from his seat, leaning a little over the table to grab your hand in his delicately.

"it's a pleasure to meet you, y/n". you stared at him, mouth slightly ajar, words caught in your throat as you felt the warmth of his hand enveloping yours.

Taehyung stared at you too, as a little smile gradually adorned his beautiful lips.

"y/n are you okay?" Yoongi lightly shook your arm.

"what? ah hm yea yea I'm good." you turned to your brother, letting Taehyung's hand slid out of yours.

"n-nice to meet you too, Taehyung." you replied timidly avoiding his eyes.

"Ok, let's take our orders, I'm hungry!" Jin whined.

"Come sit next to me y/n.”  Jimin smiled as he pointed to the chair next to his.

You chuckled as you sat there.

Jimin was someone really friendly, always cheering, supporting everyone. He's a bit extroverted. Kind and hardworking too. He's just an angel.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he glared at his overexcited friend. “Jimin I'm warning you.”

"what? can't she sit next to her friend?" he said pouting.

Yoongi just closed his eyes before talking again.

"everyone's already chose? today's on me. tell me your orders, I'll go to the cashier to have your orders and pay.”

—

"so y/n, Yoongi told us you're going to college?" Namjoon started.

"yes. It's actually my last year. I'm studying english and literature. I've also signed to other sub-subjects. You know just a little plus, an option if i can say it like that. The marks won't be counting a lot since they're just minor courses".

"oh that's really interesting!" he exclaimed as he wiped his mouth with his tissue.

"and may I know what are the other subjects? if it's not personal?"

"yes of course. I chose french and art." you smiled genuinely as everyone listened to you attentively.

"french and art?" you heard a deep voice from your right making you turned toward it.

It was Taehyung.

"yes." you affirmed.

"that's .. just wow." he said brushing a stand of his black locks back.

"I love art."

"Tae studied art too when he was in college." Jimin mumbled while munching his food.

"yes. and I really enjoyed it." he added.

"and you study french? It seems amazing, I'm impressed." he said making you smiled shyly.

"Isn't it too difficult?"

"Tae has always dreamt about being able to speak french fluently." Jimin spoke again before gulping his drink.

"oh I see. Well, honestly, french is kinda difficult but not a lot at the same time. I think the most difficult is the conjugation of verbs. The vocabulary is pretty nice, words are pretty easy to pronounce and there are a lot of words which are really similar. There are words which are written differently but you pronounce it the exact same way! It's really confusing at first but it comes with time if you focus on it. Oh and there are words which I find really.. hm, I'll say-"

"romantic." taehyung and you said at the same time looking deep into each other's eyes, your surroundings forgotten as if there were only the two of you.

"yes.” you whispered.

“they are just beautiful and the pronunciation .. it sounds so classic and.. bewitching? I don't know if you get it, I'm bad at explaining things." you slightly pouted without realizing it.

"I understand everything you're saying y/n.”

The way your name rolled out of his tongue made you felt so many things at the same time. Your body warmed up at the way he looked at you.

Admiration perhaps?

You smiled before you felt someone poking your arm softly.

"y/n, do you eat your tangerine?" your brother asked.

“nope, take it." you gave it to him as he thanked you.

Everyone was done eating.

Excepted Jin.

“argh please can you eat faster?" Hoseok sighed impatiently.

"Let me enjoy my dessert dear colleague. Did I disturbed you when you were eating? no. So let me eat in peace." he took his spoon, dipping it into the chocolate fondant, making everyone laughed.

"how do you feel? is your head still spinning?" Yoongi whispered into your ear.

"no I feel much better. I was hungry." you laid your head on his shoulder as he unlocked his phone noticing that-

"guys, kook called me. I'll call him, I'll be back." he stoop up, walking outside the cafeteria leaving you alone with the boys.

You started feeling alone as you started playing with your fingers nervously.

“you don't have to be shy around us y/n, we're your friends now." Hoseok smiled warmly making you smile too.

"thank you." you said softly.

Taehyung couldn't stop but stare at you time to time.

Something about you interested him a lot. The way you talked about things you loved with so much passion stirred something inside of him.

You were someone really interesting.

He liked the way you talked, the way you smiled timidly, he also admired your relationship with your brother.

You were so respectful toward them, and on top of that you were just so pretty.

What he didn't know was that the little glances didn't go unnoticed by Jimin, making the boy smiled.

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TAGLIST : @shescharlie @heyjiminnie @starstruckfangirls @bxcndd @0funsite0 @boredban @kungsoonie @bluekim2130

#bts #kim taehyung #taehyung #bts taehyung #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts series #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #bts suggestive #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung scenarios #taehyung imagines #taehyung series #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #taehyung suggestive #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #bts hard hours #bts hard thoughts #taehyung hard hours #taehyung hard thoughts

[insanely-lovely-and-random]

So just finished The Last Of Us Show and it was fine but like that's it. It was fine. I gotta say I'm probably suffering from a bit of the classic "Books better than the movie" except obviously the games better than the series. And I kinda knew I would feel that way, the game just had the advantage of A) Being an incredibly immersive and unique form to tell the story and B) I played it first so this is always gonna be compared. BUT also I do think the show has some flaws for me personally.

To start I genuinely don't think I'd have liked this show at all if I HADN'T played the game. Zombie shows just aren't my thing, I have low attention span so in a game thats a mix of story and playing it keeps me invested. But in a show like this it's a weird mix of some cool stuff happening and then stuff I find boring that goes on way too long. And I don't mean I need it be all action, boring action is also bad but like so much is weird explantion moments and backstory that I found threw the whole pace off. The pacing in general was WEIRD.

I know a lotta people probably find episode 3 and 7 the best but for me I just found them.. oddly placed. 7 in particular. 3 is cute as hell yeah but also just felt uneeded at that point like we're barely introduced to our main duo and then woosh here's some other guys. I actually think this should have been a 20 episode show. Have more depth added and more scenes of the bleakness of this world, have them find the after effects of Bill and Frank and then LATER you can maybe have a radio play that song or Joel open up a bit about Bill or some other convoluted reason so flash back to their story. Use it bring a reminder that life can still have great meaning and hope in the apocalypse. A break in the hopelessness of it all but having it at episode 3?? It genuinely took me out of post apocalypse atmosphere. Which when moments of brevity do happen they don't feel earned.

Episode 7... sorry but again if it was a longer show put it in there, after Ellie opens up to Joel about her past for example. Flash back. But in the show it was bloody frustrating. I was like omg I don't care about this right now because Joel has been injured! God knows how people who only say the show felt I'd have been pissed.

Personally my favourite episode was number 5. It felt claustrophobic, high stakes, genuine threat and we are rooting for all those kids to make it out alive even though we know that ain't gonna happen. And I don't mean because of having played the game cause even in that you just know those kid's won't make it. It's a harsh world and it's clearly a 2 man type of story sadly. The real terror and sadness felt was fantastic tbh, and the little moments of hope seeing them play and bond before having it all ripped away? That was brilliant. The truck going under? The creepy as hell infected child killing Kathleen? Kathleen her awful bitchy self?? All great. Loved it. So so so let down the show didn't keep those high moments for me personally.

Now... I'll say it Joel and Ellie in the show? Yeah it's fine. Joel's pretty cute, Ellies a firece gal. But their relationship didn't feel rewarding. Again maybe if it was longer the Joel arc would have felt better but the show just didn't cut it for me. Joel was too nice to begin with and it felt more like they became friends early on than father and daughter. Which happened way too fast for my liking, then when the episode 9 happened he DID feel more fatherly but I got whiplash because it felt outta nowhere. I think they're great actors but they only have the script to work with and I found it rushed.

Honestly the whole show felt too low stakes and not bleak enough. The game feels bleak and scary but that's what makes the wonder and warmth of those quiet hopeful moments truly wonderful. The show world felt like post apocalypse on easy mode. Even the moment's that were meant to showcase how horrible humanity can be e.g. the cannibal preacher didn't feel like it went hard enough. The biggest comparison to what I hoped to get with this show is the movie Snowpiercer. (With a slowburn father daughter relationship thrown in). I hoped for real threat, a bleak world, interesting characters, darkness of humanity shown AND those few examples of light in the darkness that humanity's not all bad. BUT at the end of day for sure fuck humanity if it comes at the cost of your new daughter. I mean obvs they followed the ending pretty spot on so I did get that bit at least. Although it did make the Ellie confession of what happened with Riley feel incredibly hollow considering we had already see it all happen. The cast did a good job it just didn't feel half as rewarding sadly.

#the last of us #spoilers #critique #the last of us hbo #the last of us game #mixed review #in hindsight #mostly negative #review #rant

[oswaldsleftbicep]

Hey I just wanted to ask you real quick if you could do a part two of the kiss-and-run request for Levy and Mefy??

👋🏻

levy & mefy + kiss-and-run with gn!so

part 1 here!

guess who's back lol, sorry i've been inactive, so much has been happening in my life and i just haven't had the time or energy to write, but that's a story for another time lol

genre: fluff

cw: slightly suggestive, brief alcohol/drunkedness and food mention in mefy's part

Levy

❧ you already know this man was reading a book and not giving you any attention smh

❧ i'd been a long, long week for the two of you and you both finally had a break to just relax and have some time for yourselves

❧ so he went to his library and you went to do your favorite activity, but after a while you had your fill and started to get bored and you missed your lovely boyfriend

❧ you walked to the library to see what he was up to and ofc you found him relaxed in his chair, nose buried in a thick novel, completely oblivious to the outside world

❧ it appeared he was almost done with his book, some nonfiction biography about a historic ruler of nightmare, so you decided to sit near him and wait for him to be done

❧ after about five minutes of sitting you got bored again and got up to do some tidying up, putting books back on shelves and fluffing some of the throw pillows

❧ and after all of that was done, he's still not finished his book and you are starting to lose your patience a bit lol, you want attention dangit >:(

❧ so you squeeze in on the chair next to him and lean your head on his shoulder; he knew you were in the room with him so your sudden presence didn't scare him, all he did was move over slightly to make more room for you

❧ he acknowledged your presence!! but that wasn't enough for you

❧ you look over at his book, still about fifty pages left, and although levy is a fast reader, you weren't sure you could last fifty more pages without his undivided attention

❧ you try to satisfy yourself with cuddling up closer to him, reading along with him, gazing up at his adorable focused face, but alas you needed something more,, physical and direct

❧ thirty pages left is when you decided to start placing kisses along his jawline and neck, which makes him flinch lmao he was not expecting that

❧ but unfortunately it didn't break his focus, he was still reading, but you decide that you can keep kissing him while he finishes the book, it's pretty much a win-win :D

❧ except with each soft little kiss you press against his skin, the more he begins to lose focus and interest in his book

❧ but he's strong, he can handle this. he picks up his reading speed a bit and before long he's only down to ten pages!!

❧ you noticed how he was starting to rush, and you know your partner well enough to figure he was getting antsy and wanted you to kiss him properly

❧ unfortunately for mr levy, you're kinda an evil mastermind and decide to trick him a bit >:)

❧ with each of the final few pages he knocks down, your kisses get closer and closer to his lips and his face is heating up, his palms are getting clammy, and finally he finishes his book, slams it shut and turns toward you to receive a proper kiss

❧ but as he's leaning forward with his eyes shut, his puckered lips meet nothing but air, and he has to catch himself before he falls face first into the arm rest

❧ he sits up quickly and looks around frantically for you, ready to yell at you for teasing him and leaving so soon

❧ he catches sight of you sticking your tongue out at him from the library doors, letting them shut behind you as you run down the hall laughing at his tormented face

❧ levy can be quite playful at times, and you've certainly got that side of him to show now lol

❧ he stumbles up from the chair, nearly tripping over the side table, and bursts through the doors to chase after you

❧ he catches up to you easily, not that you were trying to outrun him too much, and he chases you down the hall to your shared bedroom, laughing all the way and confusing several bystanders

❧ you make it to the bedroom first and try to shut the door on him but he's too fast and bursts in the room with you

❧ he takes a few careful steps toward you, and with each step he takes you take one step backward, until he suddenly charges right at you and tackles you to the bed, tickling you and placing quick, messy kisses all over your face

❧ after he finally grants you mercy, he pulls back a bit to admire you, but then his face goes bright red as he realizes what just went down and how silly all this must have looked to the people y'all rushed past minutes earlier

❧ you place a hand on his cheek to pull him out of his worry and his focus is drawn back to you, pinned down on the bed underneath him, breathless from laughing so much and eyes lit up from all the fun and love, and suddenly he doesn't care anymore

❧ he finally gets to spend the evening with you after having so little time, and he plans to cherish this time with you

Mefy

❧ lucia was throwing a little party and all of the brothers were required to be there whether they wanted to or not

❧ and mefy sure as heck did not want to be there

❧ he stood at the side of the room for most of the night, engaging in polite small talk when absolutely necessary and introducing himself when approached by a new person

❧ but when he wasn't acting pleasant for strangers he had a sour look on his face, sipping at his drink, staring out the window at the night sky

❧ as his partner, you noticed his demeanor quickly and wanted to try making his night a bit more bearable

❧ so you walk up to him with an empathetic look on your face and take your place next to him

❧ he looks over at you and his expression softens just a bit before he looks back out the window

❧ you try making conversation with him, joking about how ridiculous this party was, pointing out a few very drunk guests who were making fools of themselves, commenting on how gorgeous it was outside that night

❧ but he wasn't really responding, it was clear that he just wanted to be anywhere else than in this ballroom

❧ you decided to leave him be for a little bit so you can think of a new game plan, really wanting to make your partner's night better

❧ you go over to the refreshments table, grabbing some finger foods and a drink, and observe your surroundings

❧ there were a lot of couples at this party, but hardly any of them were engaging in acts of pda

❧ of course pda would be a little,, scandalous in this formal of a situation, which would make it quite thrilling to do if you get where i'm going with this

❧ you quickly finish your refreshments and make your way back over to mefy, who admittedly looked the slightest bit relieved that you came back over to keep him company

❧ you lean on the wall next to him, scan your surroundings quickly, and make your move

❧ you grab his shoulders to turn him so that he's facing you, then you move one hand so that it's cupping his face as you press your lips on his in a quick but firm and passionate kiss

❧ you pull away with a slight smirk after a few seconds and you take in the look on his face; his brows are furrowed a bit, his jaw is slightly dropped, and his cheeks and ears are blushed a light red hue

❧ you giggle at his expression, and you lean in one more time to whisper in his ear, "let's leave; meet me outside" and you turn and saunter away

❧ he stands there in his state of shock for a few seconds more before glancing around to see if anyone saw what just happened

❧ once he confirms he's in the clear, he gathers himself and regains his composure, waiting a few minutes before leaving the ballroom to meet you outside in the courtyard

❧ he sees you standing by the fountain, bathed in the moonlight and looking absolutely ethereal

❧ as soon as he walks up to you, he gives your forehead a light flick, scolding you for the little stunt you just pulled, but seeing the shameless look on your face plus the enamored look you have gazing at him, it's hard for him to stay mad

❧ "so... the woods?" you ask, referring to the little clearing the two of you often frequent for picnics and stargazing

❧ he hums and nods his head, turning to walk in toward the gate before stopping short and turning back to face you

❧ you look at him and tilt your head to the side in confusion, but that quickly turns to shock when mefy grabs your chin and places a firm kiss on your lips, only this one lasts longer than your previous one

❧ after a few moments of standing in the courtyard kissing each other, mefy pulls back suddenly and starts walking over to the gates, leaving you a panting, flustered mess

❧ once you regain your composure and figured out what just happened, you yell out, "h-hey!! meanie!" and run after him, softly punching his arm once you've caught up

❧ he has the same smirk you had earlier in the ballroom, but he's also laughing softly at your cute little fit you're throwing at him lol

❧ he hooks your arm in his and the two of you continue your walk in the peaceful night

#my. hcs #nightmare harem #nightmare harem levy #nightmare harem mefy #otome games

[thewatchau]

Fae Hunt Chapter 4

Green belongs to @autumnleafauthor, and Jon Quillian is marginmaster87's character

Bard's Note: Thank you thank you thank you to @theshapeshifter100!

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Green arrived at Fort Stiofán the next day, and to say she was on edge was probably an understatement.

While it hadn’t been very present the past few weeks, she never forgot her encounter with Ivy, and her request. It had made her think back to the events of the Overnight Defence a few times, but found herself feeling the pain of loss just as often.

Hesitantly, she gave her horse to the stables and made her way over to the living quarters, asking around if anyone had seen Ivy. After a while, she was directed to the kitchens, so she sought out the mess hall, bag strapped lazily over her shoulder, and entered, looking for any familiar faces.

Inside Jon was chewing on a hunk of bread, watching the door. He was waiting for Ivy to come by, although the person who did was much more interesting. They looked more exotic than the other members of the Watch around, for one thing, wearing glasses and fancier clothes. She actually looked vaguely familiar.

“Hey, are you Green?” he asked, “Ivy mentioned you.” The two had talked more in the forge and Ivy had given Jon a basic idea of what Green and Morgana looked like.

Almost hesitantly, Green shrugged off her hood. “She has now, hasn’t she?” she sauntered over. “Where is Ivy, if I may ask? There’s a personal matter she seems to want to discuss.”

“In the forge, probably. She’s always down there. Do you need directions or are you good?”

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In the forge, Otto was getting bored, and tugged at Ivy’s shirt collar.

“Not now Otto, almost done,” she spoke distractedly, checking that the pegs were in the right place.

He cawed right next to her ear, making her jump.

“Not. Now!”

He continued to pester her before she gave in.

“Fine, fine!” she waved Otto off, sending him to perch on a rafter for five seconds. “I’m done anyway.”

She tucked the newly crafted spear under her arm and left the forge, heading for the kitchen.

“I know what you want,” she said to Otto, who had landed on her shoulder. He croaked and settled into a more comfortable position.

She walked a decent pace towards the kitchen, her stomach reminded her that she had used up a lot of energy since she’d rushed lunch. She turned a corner and opened a door, still in a short sleeved shirt and a spear under her arm, which nearly skewered Green!

Green jumped backwards away from certain death with a yell.

“Ahhhh!”

“Sorry!” Ivy yelped. “Oh, Green? You made it! Oh, and you’re here too, Jon.””

“Hey!” Jon butted in. “I see you finished your spear.”

“Careful!” Green’s voice was about an octave higher than usual, still reeling from the scare. “You might still need me!”

“I definitely need you. And yes Jon, almost finished, just need the enchantment,” the bit she was most concerned about.

“An enchantment?” Green was curious, “What do you plan on doing with that spear then, exactly?” she cautiously got closer again, avoiding the sharp end.

“Are you still going to enchant my sword… actually, what enchantment are you going to use anyway?” Jon asked.

“I’ll do it, and it’ll be, hopefully, a magic dispersing one. Like a shield, only not.”

“I… think I know what you’re going for,” Green thought. “So, uhm, I didn’t have any chocolate this time, but I got these sort of caramel toffees from a trader…” she pulled out a small satchel emanating an almost sickeningly sweet smell.

Ivy began to chuckle a bit. “I was kinda joking about the chocolate. That was just so you knew it was me!”

Otto peered curiously over Ivy’s shoulder, looking into Green’s satchel. He shuffled his wings a little.

“No, not for ravens!” Ivy gently pushed his beak away, and he let out an affronted croak.

“So…” Green cast a wary side glance at Jon, unsure of how much he knew or if he was just another friend of Ivy’s. “Would you like some?”

“If you’re in a generous mood, sure.”

Otto tried his luck again, Ivy placed her free hand over his body, trapping his wings and preventing him from leaving her shoulder.

“I’ll pass for now,” she said while Otto let out an offended noise.

Jon snickered at the trapped raven, who in turn stuck his tongue out at the annoying human.

“I’m sure Otto will gladly take your place!” Green chuckled and presented the satchel to Jon. “Your pick.”

“Nice!” he dove in and brought up a toffee. Otto croaked desperately, trying to reach his head forward.

“Yeah, still not good for him,” Ivy made sure the raven wasn’t going anywhere.

“So, Ivy,” Jon asked while chewing the toffee, “what did you want to talk to her about? Or is it private?”

“It’s to do with Jen,” Ivy sighed. “I’d rather wait for Morgana to show up, so we can all discuss. And figure out if you’re coming or not,” she narrowed her eyes at Jon slightly.

“Do you… know Jen?” Green asked carefully.

Jon let Ivy’s comment slide and answered Green. “I’m her brother.”

“That’s how he came to be in all of this, and it wasn’t planned.”

“I never am,” he grinned. Meanwhile Otto croaked forlornly, looking miserably at the toffee bag.

“Is that what your parents told you, Jon?” Ivy asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yep. I was a big happy accident,” he chewed his caramel more. “And I’ve been making happy accidents ever since.”

“Ah. I see,” Green raised an eyebrow at him before deciding to change the subject. “Morgana is already here as well?”

“She is about, somewhere. Hopefully on her way,” Ivy responded.

Green took a seat at Jon’s table, facing Ivy, who also sat down with the spear propped against the table. Ivy had not expected Jon to take the insult like a duck shaking off water, although that had been an old Guard habit she had fallen into. She was more stressed than she thought.

“By the way Jon, how did the Guard work out with you?”

“Turns out you need to do years of training before you can go do anything useful. I want to find Jen now.”

Ivy blinked. “Yes,” she thought that would have been obvious. “Well, we’ll have to see. I think we’re pretty well prepared. Green, you got the cloak?”

There was a pointed cough before Green could answer, which came from a Watcher cooking at the other side of the room, who was glancing, irritated, at the newly present raven. Ivy sheepishly directed a reluctant Otto out of a nearby window.

Green chuckled at this, but her nervousness was starting to show.

“Yes, it’s been delivered to me just a few days ago. It’s safely stored in my bag,” she began to pick at a splinter in the table.

“Okay, so we’ve got that,” Ivy nodded.

“Oooh, what kind of cloak?” Jon asked.

“I got it from some Fae a while back,” Green explained. “It might help us.”

“They gave you a gift?” he seemed suspicious. “Why on earth would they do that?”

“I suspect, out of kindness.” Green shrugged. “There was no charge, no deal. Just their help.”

“Weird. But hey, we have Ocean Man.”

Ivy shifted in her seat slightly. “Also on a list of things. I’ve got a hagstone, some honey, some quartz and amethyst points and from what I gathered, Morgana’s got a shit ton of stuff.”

“Of course she has…” Green chuckled again.

“Nice. And my sword’s almost done,” Jon added. “I’ve been really cranking it out.”

“Have you been in the forge all night?” It was the only way she could imagine him finishing it this soon.

“Will you be mad at me if I say yes?”

“No, I’m not your mother,” the only ones she’d be mothering are Otto, Firefly, and Morgana.

“Well then, yes. I don’t want to be the one we’re waiting on.”

“Fine,” a thought occurred and even though it was highly unlikely, she felt the burning need to ask. “This is random, but hear me out for five seconds. Does the name Anthurium ring a bell?”

“I don’t think so…” Green pondered.

“No? What is that, some old kingdom?” Jon asked.

“For all I know,” Ivy shrugged. “Never mind, it’s not that important.”

“No, what is it? You’ve got me all curious now,” Jon leaned forward.

“And me as well.”

Ivy was greatly regretting this, and for a moment had a mild existential crisis about creators again, before coming back to the present moment.

“It was… it was my mother’s last name, before she got married. And that’s all I know about it.”

“Hmmm. It certainly is a pretty name…” Green thought.

“I suppose it is,” Ivy was a little uncomfortable now.

“Oh. Well, maybe there’s some old genealogical records in the capital,” suggested Jon. “They keep that sort of stuff there, and if it’s not there, it will be in her old hometown.”

“I, I don’t think either of those will be happening, but thanks anyway.”

“Why not? We can check it out after we get Jen back.”

“She’s not from Duilintinn originally, and I don’t know exactly where she was from.”

“Who knows,” Green shrugged, eyeing Ivy with (hopefully) concealed worry. “Maybe, we’ll find some answers along the way. We should let it rest for now, there’s nothing we can do with a name anyways.”

“That’s true,” Jon agreed.

“Yeah,” Ivy rubbed her eyes. She still had to ask Morgana, who was more likely to have an actual answer. Although, she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted one. She then changed the subject.

“So, instead of talking shop, what else have you two been doing?”

“Finishing my travels, or as close as I can get to it,” Green responded. “I got up to the Pa’Gille Caverns before someone alerted me to your search. Truly beautiful up there…”

“It iiiiis!” Ivy agreed, before realising that Green had interrupted her own sentence. “What?” she looked around in case Green had gotten distracted by something around them, “What is it?”

“No, I… I was thinking that in just two stops I would’ve seen my Aunt and Uncle and my cousin. But that’s fine. This is important.”

“Seeing your family is important!” Ivy protested.

“As I said, it’s fine. I’ll see them at the Winter Celebration at least.”

“I suppose so,” Ivy tried not to go back down the alarming train of thought that told her they might not all make it back.

“Yeah, you can tell them about all the cool stuff you did,” Jon was thankfully oblivious to Ivy’s thoughts.

“Exactly,” agreed Green.

“I suppose so, just be careful not to sound too crazy,” Ivy commented.

Jon sighed. “What’s really crazy is how little we know about these guys, and now we’re just marching in like nobody’s business!”

“As I understand it, it’ll be for a good cause,” Green responded. “And I don’t suppose we shall be interrupting all their work after all, we just want… one person,” she glanced at Ivy.

Jon looked between them, confused. “Yeah, one person. Why’d you say it like that?”

“One, maybe two,” Ivy gave in. She was too hungry to be worrying about this now. She just gave up on trying to be coy about this with Jon, he’d probably find out anyway.

“Two?” Jon was confused. “Isn’t it just Jen, who else is in there?”

“Someone else, maybe,” Ivy sighed. “A family member. I didn’t get a good look.”

“Oh!” he clapped her on the shoulder. “Well, we’ll get them back, too. It’s hardly fair to only save one person when there are more trapped, after all.”

“That is true, I suppose,” Ivy didn’t want to go into much more details than that. She then looked around the kitchen. “So, Morgana should be around somewhere, right?”

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I suppose now is the time to remind everyone that this is an rp write up, and we had some long breaks when doing this. We're mitigating repeat information as best we can, and here I think is fine, we'll see how it goes in later chapters

Bard's Note: The happy accident line made me laugh oh my gosh Jon is the best

#House Schneeplestein #submission #tales from the watch #autumn green #ivy paris #jon quillan #August 1614 #Fae Hunt

[3thansgay]

Songs of the Isle Pt 10

Reegan: shut up and tell me the story it’s been boring in here.

Apollo:  I did have an eventful day.

Reegan: I seen that from your wound.

Apollo: I meet a guy in the forest by the lake he got jumped by some Kappas I think he even knocked one around a little before I showed up *laughs*.....I had to put two of them *sighs* down..... one got away but the cherry on top was this soaked and frightened guy that just seen the supernatural for the first time.

Reegan: And?

Apollo: And what?

Reegan: that’s the story.

Apollo: Yeah its got a start and ending..... what more do you want spectre.

Reegan: God let’s hope you never start writing stories.

*The pair laugh while Apollo and Reegan finish their drinks*

Reegan: So....what did this dude look like paint me a picture.

*Apollo fills their drinks back up*

Apollo: His names Vick, purple coloured hair, hazel eyes, and great lips

Reegan: That’s great but lets leave it at PG 13.

Apollo: *laugh* sorry I forgot.... fear of *gasp* sex.

Reegan: Fuck you.

Apollo: *laughs into coughing*

Reegan: so, you gonna see him again?

Apollo: pffft course not man he’ll never set foot in this forest again and it’s not like I have the time to hang out with anyone other than my shut-in roommate.

*Apollo stands and starts walking toward a door at the opposite side of the room to the entrance*     

Reegan: i hoping to aviod this but i think you need to get out you are missing out man......you have alot to offer dont throw it away.

Apollo: *sigh* I wish that were true......I really do.

*Apollo walks through the door then the scene cuts to Vick sitting in bed wrap in an unholy number of blankets with his papa sitting across from him*

Papa: So what you’re saying that you fell into the lake, how?

Vick: just kinda lost my balance I guess..... I don’t know.

Papa: ok, ok I’ll leave you alone just be careful next time you go there you could have gotten sick or hurt out there.

Vick: but thanks to your compass that didn’t happen.

*Papa smiles then climes down the ladder where Debbie is waiting for him where she is pacing the hall while biting her thumb till she sees Papa at the bottom of the ladder she rushes him*

Debbie: what happened is she ok?

Papa: He is fine just needs to warm himself up a bit he says that he lost his footing and fell into the swallows of the lake.

Debbie: And you pay that crap you need to get into those woods and get whatever got her- him

Papa: We haven’t had trouble in the forest in years not since Dad pushed through the forest

Debbie: We need to keep our foot on the throat of anything that dares go into our forest.

Papa: All this our and we..... woman you do not know what horrors I have seen in that place but until I know for certain that I must go into that forest for a hunt I will stay and wait like hunters are taught...something you have no clue about.

Debbie: Or you are losing your edge and can’t do your duty....maybe I show get one of the others to come out and take your place before you get too soft.

*Papa lowers himself so that his and Debbie’s eyes are staring into each other’s then places his hands on her shoulders*

Papa: Now have you forgot the sacrifices my family has made to keep those beasts at bay or the opportunities they searched for in vain to stop the hunts for good i wont make a move till i know something for sure.

Debbie: That’s a nice sentiment but-

Papa: But on the other hand if anybody threaten my position here then I would have to go back into that lock box, filled with all the cursed and dangerous items that hunters have collected and then make a move.

Debbie: W-what?

Papa: You heard me....unlike me and my family you are expendable so stop pushing before something pushes back

Debbie: huh?

*Papa lets Debbie go then turns his back toward her*

Papa: Also you should start using our grandsons name before you push me and him too far

*Papa walks away through the hallways of the house while Debbie stands frozen in place*

*A few hours pass and Vick is sitting in bed under the coverings laying on his back but he is wide awake and then springs out of the bed, slowly making his way through the house till he gets into the basement where he careful opens the murder hole, only making minimal noise afterward he reaches into the hole to bring out the dishevelled box*

Vick: Papa will never know.....hopefully fuck I shouldn’t have done this but I have come this far and I need to know what the hell is going on in that forest and unfortunately......our families notes and books are all I got right now.

*Vick reluctantly opens the box and looks through its contents*

Vick: I can’t move to many things; I don’t know if Papa will check.

*Vick careful picks up one of the books titled “The Arawn’s family grimoire and alchemy collection” and in even smaller text beneath the title is “translated to modern day English by William Arawn” 1982 (writes note: could change sorry my math is terrible) *

Vick: Papa translated this I guess it is worth a gander Jesus did I just say gander.

*Vick thoroughly places all the books and charms back into the box and places it back into the murder hole before anxiously traveling back to his bedroom, he sits in his bed with the Arawn grimoire*

Vick: I need answers and this is the only way.....Papa will understand and the only other person or thing I can talk to is that Apollo guy but I doubt ill see him again so I need to do this.

*As Vick opens the grimoire the scene changes to Apollo waking up in a bed with not legs and instead of a mattress and pillow there is hay and a pillow case with more hay in it, the only other thing to comfort him is a dark blue blanket covering most of the "bed" *

#comics #gay #horror #lgbtqia #mythology and folklore #original character #script #webcomic

[myaquariusheart]

17/4

So, I was late to Uni today, missing the Inclusion presentations, and who didn't see that one coming. Honestly, I have no excuse, even though I had an eye-opening realization yesterday this just proves to me it's going to take a long time and some real drive and determination in order for me to be able to wake up on time, stop oversleeping and actually be on time for once. It was the first day of Uni today and it was somewhat interesting and the start of new beginnings and the end of some things too. I saw old friends, and I saw J and T. I thought J was being a bit cold to me but I still haven't figured out if that's just how she is. T was super friendly and kind to me which kinda put me in a better mood. I also had a meeting about my dissertation today. It was really long overdue and also stressful. I've been waffling too much in my work and not being clear about my aims and objectives, so that means I'm going to have to carefully read over my work again and create a new question. ALL THIS and the 9th of May is getting closer and closer and I'm honestly having an internal panic attack. I need to just focus and think about what's really important here but also not overwork myself or the work is not going to be good, just rushed and not thought about properly. Next week is the presentation and Philosophy is also due. They're both complete but just need some improvements and a read-through. I need to include references on both which is going to be challenging because I have no idea where to get them from. I've brushed and got ready for bed but I also feel like I didn't do all that I could have today, I still need to read, watch some JoJo and also think about what I even want to do tomorrow. I need to wake up early and take Alv to school, then come home, have a shower, and get to Uni on time. I had iftar plans but I think I'm going to cancel them and just come home, I do have work on Wednesday which is such an early start and I am dreading it. I also saw S today which was probably the highlight, only because I didn't think I was going to see them. I was definitely speaking that interaction into existence because there was literally no chance of me seeing them, I haven't seen them since OCTOBER 2022. It's been almost 6 months now, and wow time has really flown by. I'm going to graduate and get out of that place and say goodbye to all my Uni memories. I'll defo be bored and miss everyone in that place but can't wait to say bye to the drama. I'm feeling a little excited now and hopeful, like Tiffany Ray said, 'Rome wasn't built in a day' and there's always room for improvement and change. Tomorrow could be that day who knows? Mum is also having a meeting with Z's school and I just hope it goes well, usually, I'm the one going to these things but I think it's best now that Mum goes because it seems like I'm not as effective when I go to these things. I think at the parent's meeting we literally met one teacher and we called it a day, but it does make me feel excited for when I go to my own children's parent meetings. Anyway a bit off-topic here I watched the Love Is Blind reunion and everyone online was saying that it was underwhelming and a bit shit. Ngl I actually enjoyed it and thought it could be as juicy as it could be. I'm glad Irina got thrown under the bus, not to hate on her but she was a bit horrible and I'm glad everyone watched it unfold. I also felt sorry for Marshall, and Zak. Zak's singing was sweet but it was hard to hear but honestly, Bliss is one lucky girl, no man has ever sung for me and at this point, I'm dying for someone to write a rap about me. That would be a dream come true. I think that's when a man is truly in love because what kind of man does that?! Someone who is so in their feelings and is sensitive and not afraid to share how they feel. So you go Bliss and Zak. With Love Island and Love is Blind all finished I don't know what love show I'm going to watch and keep me occupied. With my love life going down the drain I just want to watch other people be in love and happy.

[luvrott]

𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲; 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗯𝗶𝗻

𝗴𝗶𝗳 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝘀 : onemessylibra

synopsis : yeonjun didn't believe in fate, but soobin did.

CHAPTER 3 : taehyun !!

chapter two & chapter four !!

masterlist !!

♥︎

yeonjun rolled over in his bed and grabbed his phone off of his night stand. he didn't have any notifications, but his alarm was going off.

"shh, c'mon!" he tried pressing the stop button but it wasn't working. he slapped the screen repeatedly and a few seconds later, the alarm stopped, left on snooze. yeonjun rolled his eyes, now awake, with a splitting headache.

he turned off his alarm, not giving it another chance to be annoying and ring once the snooze time ended, and laid face down in the bed. he thought about saturday night again, but ultimately ended up rolling his eyes and getting in the shower. these bills weren't going to pay themselves.

after he finished getting ready, yeonjun left his apartment and walked to his job, the "thrift" store, as people referred to it. he usually walked with hueningkai, but he was coming in a bit later than usual today.

yeonjun used the keys to open the door and went to the back of the building. he checked the listings for today (some clients came in for people to help them with choosing clothing, specially designing clothing, etc. they had to make sure the people that specialized in those catergories were there on those days.) he put on the company hat along with his name tag. employees could dress how they wanted (as long as it followed the dress code), but those two items were required.

yeonjun skimmed through the list of clients for today once more and walked back to the front of the building. hueningkai was there, waiting to be let in.

yeonjun rushed to the door and let him in. "sorry i wasn't there to greet you before you arrived. i was looking at todays listings. not too many today. i thought you were coming in later..."

"oh, its fine. and i just got kinda bored. only half-an-hour early... so what do we need to do?"

"oh, we should probably wipe down the crafting table and such. and then we have to restock the shelves because they didn't do it at yesterday's night shift. check the dressing rooms for leftover clothes the nightshift might have forgotten... the usual."

"okay. i'll check the dressing rooms first."

yeonjun gasped, suddenly remembering something. "ALSO, remember, next week is the meeting for the new partner. we have to be there. if it goes well, we'll have truck a few days after." :')

"everyone in staff has to be there?"

"no, just a few managers."

"don't the bosses, or higher ups or whatever, usually handle that stuff?"

"yeah, but they selected a handful of us at different stores to go in. you and i were chosen because minghao said we had an 'eye for fashion'."

"oh. well, he owns the company. he'd know. i'll wipe down the sewing and crafting tables, after. you can restock all the clothes."

hueningkai hated restocking clothes; he hated that there were multiple articles of the same clothing. yeonjun suspected he had a minor individuality complex, but he never really brought it up.

"okay. oh, another reminder; the new customization machine arrives some time today, and i have no idea what it looks like or how it works. the others will be here soon, too."

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the store opened a few hours later and people came walking in, looking around. the six staff members helped many people, and a familiar face walked in.

"oh my god, i know you!"

taehyun looked around, pointing to himself in question. "me?"

"yes! oh god, you probably don't recognize me. i'm yeonjun! i was close friend's with beomgyu in high school. he had the biggest crush on you, but i was totally skeptical. my bad for that; i definetly thought you were a catfish for a while."

taehyun chuckled, walking up to yeonjun. "up close, i kind of recognize you. your face structure and hair kinda changed, but yeah, i recognize you. you lost your chubby cheeks..."

yeonjun smiled. "oh my god, its crazy that you're here. of all places! okay, sorry, i'm getting ahead of myself. what are you here for?"

"oh, i have a scheduled appointment. its under the name tae..."

yeonjun smiled. "i never would've guessed it was you."

taehyun sat with yeonjun, discussing the style he was going for and all of his measurements. yeonjun gave him a few ideas, showing him clothing that was already there, and soon enough he was trying on clothes. he found a few articles of clothing he liked and went up to purchase them.

"and hey, if you ever want a custom piece, just schedule another appointment or order from our website!" yeonjun said cheerfully at the register.

"oh, okay. thanks!"

yeonjun nodded his head, watching hueningkai attend to the other customers.

"you know, i'm not even that serious about clothes. but beomgyu seems to have taken an interest in it. i wanted to dress up and see if he'd like it.."

yeonjun smiled. "i swear, you two are adorable. you know, the crazy thing is that i just ran into him the other day. did you guys just get to seoul?"

"yeah, we arrived a few days ago. we're staying with my aunt for now, but we're looking for apartments to move into."

"oh my god, my apartment complex has a few apartments open for renting! hold on, let me write down the name."

yeonjun grabbed a sticky note and wrote down the name of his apartment complex.

"oh my god, thank you so much ! it'd be so nice to have neighbors we know."

"no problem! hueningkai actually lives in the same complex, too."

"oh, yeah, i remember him! hopefully we all can hang out and get to know each other."

"oh, that'd be cool!"

yeonjun finished checking taehyun's items out. taehyun handed him the money he owed and walked out, waving slowly. "bye~ i'm glad i could have a conversation with you."

-

"hey, guys,  i'm gonna have to head out. my headache is..."

he stumbled a bit, but the others were so busy with customers that they didn't notice. yeonjun pulled himself together and left the building, speed walking home.

-

when yeonjun got home, he went under his covers and took a deep breath. he'd encountered two people of his past.

maybe its a sign...

he shook his head. he wasn't the kind of person to believe in fate, and things associated with that. it just isn't real.

meeting these people from his past didn't mean he was going to somehow bump into him.

yeonjun thought about the concept of fate before slowly drifting to sleep, his headache worsening.

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end of ch 3 !! :)

notes;

this is a very "trust the process" kind of fic

[gasbagkira]

Karl Jacobs- I’ll Beat You Next Time Baby

Hey! My first piece, kinda cringe. May do a part two where the reader gets dommed. Hope you enjoy it and feel free to request!

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Contains: AFAB! Reader, riding, dom reader, teasing, slight crying, a small bit of fluff at the end.

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NSFW BELOW

Karl had been on a streaming grind all day. 6 hours? You had started to keep busy by doing dimple pointless tasks around the house. You had cleaned the whole house, except, of course, Karl's streaming room. As soon as you knocked and he called out for you to come out he saw you with the cleaning spray and rag and he shook his head.

You left and decided to vacuum the downstairs house. There was a cute little coffee table in the middle of your guy's living room and when you tried to vacuum under it you banged the coffee table a few times. You heard Karl quickly rush down the stairs,

“Hey… um, babe can you maybe be a little quieter? Or maybe do it another time.” He shouted over the drone of the vacuum. You turned off the noisy vacuum.

“Well… maybe if you weren’t streaming all day I wouldn’t be so bored!” You quickly quipped back.

“Right, emm, I’ll finish up soon, baby.” you nodded at him. You also finished up quickly and put the vacuum away and pranced around the house with a stupid smile on your face. You were delighted to spend time with your favorite person.

Around 10 minutes later you heard Karl walk down the stairs yet again,

“Hey babe, I’m done!” He smiled at you.

“Hi!! What do you want to do together? Cook? Or maybe watch a movie? I thought we could play something but I guess your eyes are tired” You suggested to him frantically.

“Hey, hey, slow down a little. What do you mean play something? Like a board game?’Cuz I’m down for a board game or something.” he replied.

“How about UNO?”

“Sure!”.

You were a couple rounds in when Karl suggested something,

“Yo, what if we made a bet about this?” He smirked at you.

“Uhm, sure, elaborate!” You tried to reply innocently, knowing full well he meant something sexual.

“So, what if we done three rounds and if you win best of three, you get to fuck me how you want. But if I win best of three I get to fuck you how I want.”

“Right, bet’s on.” You smiled slyly at him.

After playing two rounds both you and Karl were on one win each. You were desperately nervous to lose. Not for the bet but you just didn’t want to lose to him.

Near the end of the match you were on two remaining cards; a plus four and a random number card. After he placed down his red seven you placed down your plus four and then your random number card. You grinned in victory. He looked back at you in horror.

“Right, baby. To the bedroom!” You said. He got up and walked into your shared bedroom slowly. When he got into the room he turned around and stared at you.

“Come on, strip and get on your back.” You said sternly to him. You swore you saw him shiver but you decided not to dwell on it and not mention it. He did as you asked and was finally on his back on your bed. You walked over to him and made sure he was ok with this.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Karl?” You asked him. He nodded and you climbed onto the bed. You took his cock into your hand, spit on it and slowly stroked it. He groaned out into the open air.

“Please miss, do something else.” He whimpered.

“I know you can beg better than that baby boy.” You replied

“Please, please suck my cock, mommy.” He begged.

You gave in and took his cock into both your hands and gave his tip kitten licks. He moaned out and you rubbed his thigh softly. You took his tip fully into your mouth and slowly started to suck his tip. You took him deeper into your mouth and sucked slightly harder. He grabbed your hair and you stopped.

“Ah ah, you know the rules baby boy.” You cooed.

“Sorry miss.” You went back to sucking his cock. You took him deeper into your throat and sucked with all your power. He moaned out so much that echoed off the walls. You could tell he was getting close when you pulled away. He whined and looked at you pleadingly.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll ride you.” you said responding to his pleading eyes. You were slightly wet from blowing him, but just to be careful you got extra lube and put it around your hole and some on his cock. He shivered at the cold feeling of the lube.

You climbed on top of him and put the tip in your hole. You pretended to go down all the way but only went a little. He begged for you to go all the way down on his cock. You complied and sunk all the way down on his dick. You then started to move your hips back and forth and grind on him slowly.

As you had done this for a while he had grabbed your hips and tried to get you to bounce up and down. You slapped his hands off of you and said,

“No, no. You know the rules baby.” He whined out softly and closed his eyes, however you gently tapped his face and he re-opened them. You smiled sweetly at him but he just whimpered at you.

You had started to bounce on his cock and go at a reasonable pace.

“F..fuck I’m gonna cum, please let me cum!” He almost shouted.

“Please hold on a little longer for me.” You replied. You had teased the poor boy for ages so you bounced harder and started to rub your clit,

“Go on baby, cum for me now.” You moaned out to him. At this point you were so invested in your own pleasure so you didn’t mind if he came.

As you felt yourself get right on the edge he moaned louder than he had before while you fucked him.

“F.f.f.fuck Y/nnn you feel so good please, please!” At his words you came all over his cock and felt his and your cum drip all down your thigh. You saw tears puddle and run down his cheeks so you wiped them away with your thumbs,

“It’s ok baby, it’s all over now.” You said to him reassuringly. You had grabbed your and his comforter and pulled it over you both and cuddled him close. You heard from your chest mumbled out words,

“I’ll beat you next time baby.”

#karl jacobs smut #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #dom!reader #karl jacobs

[step-on-me-khun]

Valentine's Day - Inui x afabReader

i love completing fics last minute i didn't really have a proper idea as to how to write this, so I'm sorry if it seems a bit weird, I just wanted to do a x reader smut fic for a tokrev character, and was compelled - and asked - to do one for Inui

Warning(s): smut and fluff - no minors pls 🔞

Word Count: 3398

Taglist: empty for nsfw

Nothing felt better than being behind Inui on his motorbike. It wasn't just that you liked clinging to him, how the wind felt as it rushed past and how the dark sky looked. A little piece of heaven came alive as you sat there, your arms wrapped around him.

You hadn't done anything all day, no work, nothing, and it was boring, despite it being Valentine's day. You understood that work sometimes had to come first. It didn't bother you. Money was a bit difficult to come by, no matter how hard the two of you worked. Going without a gift for a day didn't bother you. Inui could give you just a card or a chocolate bar, and you'd still be happy he gave it to you.

Inui worked without a problem. Even though you were there, watching him so with so much interest, it didn't bother him at all, plus his face as he concentrated was too handsome to ignore.

But if he asked you what you thought he was doing, you be completely dumbfounded. Okay, maybe not that much. Inui had taught you a little. But you would be caught off guard if Inui did ask.

"You're staring," Inui announces, waking you up from your little daydream.

You smile awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact and fiddling with your fingers.

It was adorable what you were doing. You got caught staring, and it was as if you were in school again.

"I always tell you that I don't mind it. You looked like you were daydreaming,"

You smile softly at him, your eyes finally connecting with Inui's again.

"You're attractive when you're working. I can't help it. I'll always look at you that way," you explain.

Inui stood up and walked towards you, pulling your arms up, signalling you to stand up.

"You've not finished already, have you?" You ask surprisedly. Inui held onto your hand as he guided you to where he left his bike. "If I'd have known that was the last thing you needed to do, I would've stayed at home,"

"Want to go for a ride? I haven't given you anything," Inui explains, referring to what day it was. You remembered only giving him a card, and your heart kinda sank, "and it's clear outside, we can go someone and look at the stars if you want,"

Anything to see the stars outside, huh? The weather was on and off all week. It had been clear all day, so why not do the one thing you always liked to do?

"And listen to me complain about how cold it is?"

"You'll have me to cling to when we get home,"

When the two of you first got together, affection was a little weird, mainly because you were Inui's first. He didn't know how to handle it properly. When Inui wanted your attention or love, he liked to pull on your arm or hand first. He would always get tense when you tried to hug or cuddle him without asking, but it was one thing you learned. Looking at him a certain way or asking him for hugs, and he would never say no or push you away.

You eagerly climb onto the back of the bike, waiting patiently for Inui to get comfortable so you could, again, wrap your arms around him.

Inui's heart fluttered at the same comfortable feeling of warmth behind him. Golden lights of houses and streetlights caught your eye like they were stars in the dark. But they weren't the stars that you so desperately wanted to see.

It was cold, and you could feel it as the bike zoomed past street signs and buildings.

Inui was probably taking you to the beach, or a field, somewhere you both could be alone and stare at the night sky.

You close your eyes and nuzzle closer to Inui. God, you loved this boy. He was always so thoughtful and sweet with you. At the moment, you felt like you were flying, but the sound of the bike's engine would always remind you that you weren't.

As your eyes open, you look up to the sky. In the city, there weren't many stars. They were obscure. It was once you got away that everything in the sky lit up.

As your eyes focus on the sky, the bike stops and comes to a halt. You hadn't been paying much attention to your surroundings.

You got off the bike, and the cold air hit you, making you shudder a little.

Inui had bought you to the beach. The sound of the sea the crashing of distant waves was pleasant and made everything a bit better.

You could see everything, the twinkling stars, glowing galaxies, nebulas and the streaks of the meteorites. Your eyes followed the path of the milky way. As your eyes went from left to right, they were greeted by Inui's.

To him, your eyes shined brighter than any of the stars in the sky. You were so beautiful staring and watching that it seemed like you glowed.

"Were you staring?" You ask.

"Maybe I was," Inui replies, "I can't help it,"

You flash a smile towards him and tug on Inui's sleeve. "Can we stay close to the bike? I don't want to trek back here,"

"If you want, I don't mind,"

You hide your hands under your armpits and look back up to the sky.

There were no meteor showers, so only a few meteorites could be seen. It didn't matter whether you knew constellation patterns or not. The twinkling lights were your only interest.

The only twinkling lights that mattered to Inui were your eyes. Those eyes of yours had looked at both him and the sky that way. He always loved seeing your eyes shine like that.

Everything was just so calming, even Inui's hand as it reached out to take ahold of yours, shifting it from the warmth of your armpit.

Time always seemed to stand still as you gazed up at the sky. The added sound of the sea made you a little tired. Your neck began to ache, but still, you continued to watch the sky.

The one thing that made you move was a strong gust of wind. The cold air hit you hard, and your thoughts quickly went to wanting to go home and get warm.

"Can we go back home now? I'm starting to get cold," you request.

Inui didn't say anything. He guided you back to his bike, making sure you were seated on it first before getting on.

Again, your arms wrap around him, giving you the warmth you so desperately needed.

You zone out as Inui drives, snuggling up to him and closing your eyes. But you never fell to sleep. The cold air made sure you stayed awake.

It wasn't going to be the end of the night. Even if Inui didn't instigate anything, you sure as hell were. You may have been tired, but not tired enough to let the simmering feeling inside you dull down.

The fingers that were flat on Inui's stomach curled and tugged lightly on his shirt. You wanted to cling tighter onto him.

What you did made Inui shudder and groan, but the sound of the engine muffled out the sound. Even if it was an accident, something instinctual, it made him tense a little. But he had to remind himself that you couldn't help it.

It wasn't like Inui was always needy for you. If anything, it was the opposite. Being intimate wasn't rare, but it wasn't something you did a lot either. If you ever need to be relieved of the burning feeling inside you for him, then Inui would always help you out, even if he wasn't aroused or needy.

You were always his priority. And he was always yours. It was so easy to fall for someone like Inui. He wasn't loud, always helped when you needed it, and would come to you when you needed him the most. He could read your feelings pretty well. You loved and appreciated how in tune he was with you.

The world would end if the two of you broke up. But the two of you were too close for that to happen.

As the bike came to a stop, you opened your eyes and released Inui from your arms. He turns his head, eyes watching you as you get off first.

You were the one who had the keys, so you unlocked the front door as Inui sorted out his bike.

Fingers flicked the light on, lighting up the room as you moved from room to room. You made sure the keys were inside the keyhole on the opposite side of the door.

It was cold. The heating got turned off when you left the house, so you were met by the cold air inside. Hugging someone about now would be nice.

You continue to walk, guiding yourself up to your room to get something more comfortable and rid yourself of the chill you felt.

As you entered your bedroom, you stretched your arms above your head and yawned. You wanted to be warm already.

All of a sudden, arms wrapped around your waist, a warm body stood behind you.

Neither one of you said anything. And that was fine.

"I'm sorry I didn't get you anything," Inui says quietly, his chin resting on your right shoulder, and he closes his eyes.

His cold breath brushed against the skin of your neck and face, the feeling sending a rush of heat through your entire body.

"Spending time with you is more than enough for me," you reply softly.

Every breath made you shudder. It was getting more difficult for you to stay still as Inui held you there.

All Inui was doing was holding you, and there was nothing wrong with it. The only problem you had was his breathing and that his mouth was suspiciously close to the sweet spot on your neck.

You attempted to control your breathing but struggled. As you exhaled, your breath hitched. Inui notices, his eyes quickly open.

Everything now was going to escalate. You could practically feel the air heat up around you.

Soft kisses traced up and down your neck, eventually reaching your shoulders, where they would head back up your neck to your earlobe.

You bite down on your lower lip, suppressing any more noises.

The little soft touches of his lips were enough to make your mind turn to mush. Insanity could easily set in whenever he touched you in any way.

Your hands reach for Inui's, moving his under your jacket and top to your skin. It was like you were signalling that you wanted so much more.

Inui moved you both forward towards the bed, his fingers idly tugging at the sides of the top you wore.

Your font collapsed onto the bed, moving your arms behind your back as Inui took your jacket off and discarded it somewhere in the room.

Blood rushed to your head, tinting the skin of your face reddish.

A hand slid up your back, softly moving up to your bra strap, unclasping it with ease, then headed to the neckline of your top.

You wasted no time ridding yourself of your top and bra, tossing them somewhere. It wasn't like you cared where both ended up.

Inui was behind you still, hands cupping your back as his mouth attacked your shoulder again, leaving kisses on your back and nape.

Almost every breath that escaped your mouth hitched your body nearly shook beneath him. The warm feeling of Inui's chest hit your back, making you melt even more.

You both wanted each other and were getting more and more desperate.

The hands that cupped your back wandered down the front of your jeans, unbuttoning and zipping them. He was getting a little impatient.

Inui would never be forceful with you. If his feelings were getting too much, then he'd hint to you what he wanted.

Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed. You lifted your feet off the ground so Inui could pull your jeans and underwear off you.

His hands quickly worked on ridding himself of his clothes.

You turn your head to the side and get a glimpse of the man behind you, eagerly watching him. A hand lay beside you, the other positioning his painful erection at your entrance.

"Ready, angel?" Inui asks, kissing your shoulder.

"You didn't need to ask. I'm more than ready," you reply.

A string of soft kisses presses against your face as Inui pushes himself inside you.

Instantly, you began to moan. You bit down on your lower lip again.

Inui's hands reached for yours as he thrusts inside you slowly.

You did want to get warm again. So you couldn't complain. Not like you would ever complain about something like this.

It would always start slow, then build up and get faster and a little rougher. It was something you were used to now.

Your face looked so precious and beautiful beneath him like you were a flower in sunlight. The way you looked at him, your face all flustered and red, Inui couldn't keep his eyes off you.

A hand slid from under his, reaching up to Inui's hair and tangling it in the strands. Like you were keeping him closer to you.

Inui's mouth went between kissing your face and shoulder to hiding in the crook of your neck.

Every thrust sent you mad. Inui had gained enough speed to almost send you off the edge, making you a moaning, crying mess.

Of course, with his mouth being where it was, you could hear every delightful sound he made. And shivers shot up your spine whenever the vibrations of his voice hit your back.

No words could describe how good you both felt, and no words could express how much you truly loved each other.

With every thrust, the bed jolted a little bit.

Inui kisses on your temple as his chest moves from your back. Again, cold air hits you. You shiver and moan loudly at the sudden feeling.

"Seishu," you cry as the hand in his hair falls to the bed and gets captured again by his, "feels so good, I'm close," you whine quietly.

A hand pins you back down as his pace increases. The feeling of your walls clenching in on him was enough to make Inui hiss and close his eyes, his nails unknowingly digging into your skin.

The feeling of your orgasm quickly crept up, making you grip tightly onto the blanket below you.

"Please, don't stop," you cry, hiding your head in the bed.

Your moans grew as you came to your end, vision turning white as Inui continued to thrust inside you.

It wasn't too much for you to handle. If anything, you felt pretty much in like you were in heaven.

Inui wasn't being too rough with you, and as he came, you could hear his groan a little louder than usual. Still, he didn't stop thrusting inside you.

The bed shifted beside you, one of Inu's knees rested on the bed, helping him stay stable.

You lifted your head and looked at the headboard with blurred vision. Knuckles were close to turning deathly pale as you gripped the sheets, Inui's fingers interlocked with yours on your left hand.

God, you wanted this to last forever.

Once again, the feeling of your climax hits you. You hide your head, muffling out your loud moans. Not like hiding your sounds mattered, Inui was always able to hear them, even if they got blocked by something.

His speed increased as your walls caved in on him again.

"Fuck," Inui groans, his fingers pressing harder into the skin of your back.

Your body shudders as you come, fingers stiffening, toes curling.

Were you going to ask for more again? You didn't know it was difficult to think straight.

Inui stills inside you as he comes, his hand holding onto yours tightly.

You turn your head, "I do love you," you say quietly. It wasn't just because you were having sex.

It was genuine. You could say it to Inui all the time.

"I know," Inui replies, pulling out of you and turning you softly onto your back, "I will always love you, too,"

Inui moves between your legs and bends down again, his face hovering over yours.

"Do you want me to move up the bed?" You ask.

"If you want," he replies.

You shuffle up the bed, eyes watching Inui as he stays between your legs and follows you.

As you get to the top of the bed, your hands fling up and wrap around his neck, bringing Inui's face closer to yours.

Inui presses his forehead against yours as he kisses you. An arm lays beside your head as he pushes his length inside you again.

Your legs wrap around him as his pace attempts to catch up to the pacing he had before.

This time, there was nowhere for you to muffle your moans, which escaped your nowhere for you to admire each other's faces.

Moans that escaped your lips hit Inui's face. Every little feature of your face, Inui looked at and adored. There was never a part of you that Inui found ugly. To him, you were beautiful.

A hand reaches Inui's face, caressing the left side of his face. You bit your lip and smiled, moaning softly, as your fingers gently traced around his scar.

Inui pressed his forehead against yours again and sped up, his hands gripping onto your shoulders.

"Sei-," you cry, wrapping your arms around his back, letting your fingers and nails dig into his back.

The pace and speed he set weren't the same as before. It was as if Inui wanted to hear your sweet, sweet moans and cries.

You hid your head in the crook of Inui's neck and clung to him as if your life depended on it.

It was incredible how you felt. No one else would ever be capable of loving you the way Inui did. And it made you happy.

There were dangerous gangs that roamed around Tokyo. Every time you looked at Inui, it still shook you that he was ever involved in one. And you learned that not everyone in a gang had violence and only violence on their mind.

It built up once again, the feeling that you were reaching your climax.

"Fuck," you cry, the sound hitting Inui's neck.

You felt good before, but boy, did it feel even better when you were close to your climax. Nothing felt better than having you tighten around him. It was just pure bliss.

As you came, your nails dug into him. Inui let out a hiss and hid his face in the bed.

He continued to thrust inside you as your arms fell beside you, legs slowly falling away after being wrapped around Inu's waist.

After a few lazy thrusts, Inui comes, his hands letting go of your shoulders.

You place kisses on Inui's shoulder. There wasn't any need for him to rush. You could stay like this forever.

The sound of your panting filled the room. It felt like time had stood still. All you wanted to do was to hold Inui, but you wanted to wait until he hinted that he was comfortable.

Inui hovers over you for a second and pulls out of you, leaving you a little unsatisfied.

You moan at the feel of his length leaving you.

As he goes to lie back down, he pulls the blanket over the two of you. Inui then places his head on your chest and closes his eyes.

"I'm glad you came to visit me at work," Inui quietly admits.

You wrap your arms around him and plant a kiss on his head. "I'm glad I did, too,"

"You mean so much to me,"

"I know," you giggle, "you remind me nearly every day,"

Inui smiles, "I love you,"

"I love you, too, more than you'll ever know,"

Happiness is when the person you adored the most tells you they feel the same way about you. It always gave you butterflies. You were never tired of hearing I love you.

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