#<- jk it's actually like a quiet little kid

[augustinewrites]

“itadori, please respect his personal space—”

“kugisaki! stop hitting him—”

“megumi, don’t you dare bring that elephant out in my classroom—”

peace and quiet is short-lived whenever the first years are around.

you manage to quiet them down with the threat of assigning an essay, allowing you a moment’s respite to massage your temples and lean back in your seat, glancing at your phone to check just how many minutes you have left with them.

a notification pops up as you do, bringing on a whole new headache.

[satoru]: send nudes?

you quickly turn your phone over so it’s screen-down, face burning as you look around to make sure no one had seen.

peace and quiet is also short-lived whenever satoru calls out sick. because the strongest sorcerer of your time…currently has a cold.

he is, predictably, very dramatic whenever he’s sick. a mild fever means he puts himself on bedrest. a sore throat means he needs to be spoon fed a very specific homemade soup.

but the worst…oh, the worst is when he has a cold.

when satoru’s sinuses are clogged, he’s an absolute menace to deal with. his sneezes shake the apartment and his whines about sinus pressure are all you hear at the dinner table.

luckily, the students have resorted to quietly bothering each other, so you slowly turn your phone back around to deal with the man child who is likely littering the living room floor with tissues.

he’s stuck at home, which means he’s got nothing to do but annoy you.

[satoru]: haha jk

[satoru]: unless…?

huffing, you quickly type back a response.

[you]: NOT funny. i’m at work.

[satoru]: so what you’re saying is you’ll send them during lunch right ;)

“miss!” itadori shouts, his arm raised. “can fushiguro come to the arcade with us after class?”

“of course,” you say. “but please don’t forget to finish your essays on cursed technique origins. it’s due on monday.”

yuuji’s practically bouncing in his seat as he grabs megumi’s arm. hear that, fushiguro? you hear as you pick up your phone. your mom said yes!

megumi, who usually comes home on the weekends, still looks to you for approval. you assure him with a small nod and smile.

sometimes you just want to wrap him up in your arms and never let go. he may have been another couple’s blessing, but ultimately he’s yours and gojo’s pride and joy. possibly the only one you have left, as it stands.

thought you’re a little sad that he won’t be home for dinner tonight, you remind yourself that he’s growing up. for as long as you’ve known him, he’s always been a sort of lone wolf. but a lone wolf is still a wolf, and a wolf needs a pack.

he’s finally found friends he’s comfortable with, and it’s good that he wants to spend time with them and vice versa.

your phone buzzes insistently in your hand.

[satoru]: pleeeeeaaaase?

[satoru]: i think it’ll really help with my recovery…

[satoru]: if this cold kills me the last thing i want to see is a picture of you

oh, that’s actually kind of—

[satoru]: nude, preferably

maybe it’s a good thing megumi won’t be home tonight. you don’t need any witnesses to the crime you’re about to commit.

[you]: what’ll help with your recovery is a visit to the infirmary.

there’s a short pause, then you watch the little bubble appear and disappear about six times.

[satoru]: shit

[satoru]: is this a scene?

you roll your eyes, waving at the kids as they head out to catch the train.

[you]: i hate you

he doesn’t answer, so you get up to hurry over to your office, shutting and locking the door behind you.

you wait a moment, opening the camera on your phone as you do so.

once the sound of footsteps echoing through the hall disappears, you start unbuttoning the first few buttons of your shirt—

you scream when a loud sneeze startles you, satoru suddenly appearing at your side.

he doesn’t miss a beat, plucking a tissue from your desk and blowing his nose loudly. he throws it in the general direction of the bin before slapping his palm onto your desk.

you can tell he’s attempting to be some sort of seductive, but it’s dampened bu the way he sniffles loudly, his face a little red.

“hello, doctor,” he says, a lazy grin spread across his face. “i’m here for my physical.”

“honey,” you laugh, gently cupping the sides of his face. “you need to rest.”

“but ‘m not tired,” he pouts, leaning in to nose at your neck. his skin is warm against yours, much too warm for your liking.

you tangle your fingers in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. “since i’m your doctor, i’m prescribing a nap.”

“a nap does sound kind of nice…”

he gets up, taking your hand and dragging you over to the couch with him. he locks you within his embrace, sighing contentedly as he presses you to his chest.

“wait, satoru i have to supervise the second years’ training—”

it’s too late. he’s already asleep, snoring loudly in your ear.

so you take out your phone and text nanami, asking if he can cover for you this afternoon.

because a sick satoru is a needy satoru, and you won’t be leaving this couch for a while.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #keeping up with the fushigojos

[here2bbtstrash]

compromise (explicit)

genre: twilight AU, straight-up cracky-ass porn, do not look @ me

pairing: vampire!taehyung x human!reader x werewolf!jungkook

summary: you're torn between the two loves of your life - but maybe you don't have to choose.

word count: 10k 😬

contains: explicit sexual content~*~ no seriously like i wrote this with my dick it is EXCLUSIVELY twilight-flavored porn sdhfjdkgsdf - taehyung is a vampire, jungkook is a werewolf, reader is in love with both of them, they can't stand each other, yktfv !!!! this is actually an incredibly poorly negotiated threesome, so uh, don't do it like this kids!!!!! just enjoy the filth 🫡 which specifically contains: a m/m/f threesome ft. mid-sex jealousy lol, biting, nipple play, clit stim and fingering, clit biting 💀, cunnilingus, spitting, neck.... licking?, a lot of body temperature descriptions bc we're sticking to steph's hot/cold lore bc i think it's funny idk, blowjobs/throat fucking, spit-roasting, first times, unprotected sex, some mildly improbable sex positions because they both have superhuman strength lmfao, a smidge of dirty talk/praise kink, ass play, anal sex, good ol' DP, annnnnd the grand finale: neck-biting and blood-drinking 🤭 also tae and jk throw "slurs" like 'leech' and 'dog' at each other the whole time sdfsdfjkf 💜

A/N: SURPRISE! AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I WILL NOT BE EXPLAINING MYSELF BUT UHHHH ENJOY SOME NONSENSE!!!!

thank you to @haliiimede for the incredible banner 🥺

read on AO3!

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You’ve been on edge all evening, watching, waiting.

As the sun slips below the horizon and reddens the sky on its departure, you try not to read it as an omen of what’s to come. Night pours out black like it always does, dark blanketing the lush green outside your bedroom window, but your stomach refuses to untwist.

Not even the touch of Taehyung’s hand can settle your nerves, despite how familiar it is, cold as ice, hard as marble. He’d climbed in your window at dusk, the way he’s done every night for months now, but tonight the air between you is heavy. Tonight you can barely look at him.

“Jagiya,” his hundred-year-old voice drips, sweet like honey, rich like blood in the quiet of your room. “What’s wrong?”

You haven’t even opened your mouth to answer when his head snaps up, clearly alerted by some sound your weak human ears have yet to pick up on.

Right on time, then.

“Tae,” you murmur softly, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek. Your thumb strokes lovingly over the flawless perfection of his face as your human eyes meet his: rich ochre, deep enough to drown in. He’s well-fed; you made sure that would be the case when you planned this. You need every possible element on your side tonight.

He cuts you off with a growl before you can say more than his name. “Why is that dog here?”

The word spat through his clenched teeth sends a fresh wave of anxiety spiraling through your bloodstream. “Please don’t call him that, Tae.” Your voice is barely more than a whisper. “He’s my best friend. I wanted the three of us to talk.”

You realize you can hear it now, coming up the road: the distant but unmistakable rattle of Jungkook’s motorcycle. It draws closer and closer, until it’s underscored by the crunch of gravel as he pulls into the driveway. When Jungkook finally kills the engine, the silence in your bedroom feels loud.

Taehyung doesn’t speak, but you can tell he’s furious, every muscle in his body pulled tight. His hands curl into fists, flexing restlessly at his sides, and even the well-defined line of his jaw jumps like he’s holding back the urge to tear something apart.

You do the only thing you can think of to calm your boyfriend: you take his face in your hands and pull him in for a deep kiss.

As your lips touch, it finally sinks in: how scared you are about tonight– you’re shaking like a leaf in Taehyung’s arms, even though you know he’d never hurt you. At least not purposefully.

The heat of your mouth seems to distract Taehyung a little, but there’s still fury in his kiss, in the soft growls that he can’t quite suppress as his tongue rolls over yours.

Your bedroom door creaks on its hinges, and you pull away from Taehyung just in time to see a bright smile drop off Jungkook’s face as he stands in the threshold. Your heart plummets into your stomach. Three seconds in and you’ve already ruined everything. How very human of you.

Moving an inch back from Taehyung, you unwind your arms from around his neck and try to regard both of them at once. This conversation suddenly feels much harder to navigate than you’d anticipated.

“Hi, Jungkook,” you say softly. Your best friend is practically glowering in the doorway now.

“I thought you wanted to talk. I don’t need to see him turn you. Or suck your soul out, or whatever.”

You try to stay calm, because someone has to. “It was just a kiss, Jungkook. I meant it, I do want to talk.” Your gaze flits from Jungkook to Taehyung. “To both of you.” As your eyes find Jungkook’s again, you pat the bedspread on your other side. “Will you come sit down?”

Taehyung makes a noise so otherworldly that chills rip up your spine, enough to make you shiver. “He’s fine where he is.”

“Tae,” you turn back to him, your face twisted with emotion. “Please.”

Jungkook crosses into the room with an unhurried confidence despite the slight hesitation in his steps, as if he’s preparing for your boyfriend to lunge at any moment but sure he’d win the fight. To your surprise, he doesn’t follow the path you’d indicated to join you and Taehyung. Instead, he moves to stand in front of you at the foot of the bed, and then–

Your jaw drops as Jungkook, still slow, still confident, sinks to his knees in front of you and Taehyung.

“How’s this?”

“Swearing your loyalty, mutt?” Taehyung snaps.

Jungkook doesn’t even look at him. “Not to you.”

“Thank you, Jungkook,” you murmur softly. “And thank you for coming here. And I’m sorry I haven’t told either of you why.”

“You didn’t even tell me he was coming!” Taehyung interjects, indignant, and you sigh.

“You’re right. And I should have. But you can see why I was scared to, right? I didn’t think either of you would agree if you knew you’d be in the same room.”

They both shrug a little, like they can’t argue with that.

It all starts to well up in your chest before you can focus on remaining rational, the way you’d planned to. The emotions, the pain. Your very human weaknesses.

“I don’t think you two realize how hard this is for me. How hard it is that you feel the way you do about each other,” you begin. “Neither of you can know what it’s like to wake up and feel like you’re being torn in half. But that’s every day for me.”

Jungkook tries to say your name, but falls quiet again when you shake your head.

“It doesn’t feel fair. Any of this. It’s not fair that you’re both…” you pause, searching for the word. “…superhuman, something I may never understand. It’s not fair that I love you both, in such different but equally strong ways, so much sometimes that it feels like my heart might give out. And it’s not fair that you hate each other. That you can’t even be in the same room.”

Taehyung’s icy touch on your skin makes you shiver, and you realize he’s wiping away errant tears that have started to roll down your face.

“And it’s not fair,” you continue, “that you expect me to choose. That there’s supposed to be an answer here. I’ve nearly lost each of you trying to figure it out. So my choice is that I won’t choose. I don’t want either of you if I can’t have both of you.”

“What?!” Taehyung’s eyes flash when he pulls back, as quickly as if you’d just slapped him.

“Listen to me,” you command, your voice laced with determination now. “Taehyung. I love you. You are my soulmate. My person. I want to spend the rest of our lives with you.” You sniff a little, taking a big breath in, and your chest shakes as you let it out again. “But all of that is also true of Jungkook. And I’m tired of pretending it’s not.”

Taehyung blinks, dazed, like he can't believe what you’re saying. When you glance down at Jungkook, still knelt on the floor, a smile is ghosting over his mouth.

“That leech really didn’t understand our bond, huh?” Jungkook asks softly, as if only you can hear the question. “Didn’t understand that I was the one who was there for you, who picked up the pieces when he fucked off to Paris to—”

“Jungkook,” you cut him off, your tone a warning. “Stop. This goes both ways. I love you, but you also need to understand that my feelings for Taehyung are just as strong. That’s not changing even though we’ve hurt each other. We’ve all hurt each other.”

Jungkook falls silent again, and you turn your gaze back to Taehyung. Your heart aches at the unmistakable betrayal you see in his eyes.

“Taehyung,” you breathe. “Please. I can’t be without you. Without either of you. I’m just asking you to try. For me.”

“Well, I don’t need to mull it over.” Before you have a chance to react to his words, Jungkook surges up and kisses you hard on the mouth, and you make a soft noise of surprise against his lips.

You know you should pull away and tell him to stop, but Jungkook’s touch is warm enough to melt, and you lose your focus as your whole world is knocked entirely off-axis. Your head spins when his tongue traces over your bottom lip, and it’s suddenly hard to think about anything else.

Taehyung growls, low in his throat, like the distant rumble of thunder. It’s enough to drag you back, and you break the kiss with a gasp.

As if he can read the expression on your face, Jungkook wordlessly drops down onto the bed on the other side of you. You slide a hand over the firm muscles of his thigh, giving him a reassuring squeeze before turning to face your boyfriend.

Taehyung’s gaze traces over the floorboards, and it’s clear a thousand thoughts are running through his mind, thoughts you wish you could hear for yourself.

“Please hear me, Tae,” you try again, your voice low. “I want you. All of you. Intimately. I know you want that too.” The subject makes his gaze snap up, and you reach for him, a desperate attempt to try and keep him with you.

When you grab Taehyung’s hand, his ice-cold skin is a shock compared to the heat of Jungkook’s body under your other palm. But it’s familiar, it’s comforting, the touch of this man, whom you love so intensely that it terrifies you.

“And I know you’ve been scared to try. Scared of yourself and what might happen,” you continue, and Taehyung nods slowly, his eyes searching yours. “But… maybe this is it. Doesn’t it make sense? If Jungkook is here, it might be easier for you to stay in control with me.”

“And I can protect her if you don’t,” Jungkook adds with a smirk.

“So please, Taehyung.”

He stares at you, and you stare back, waiting for his answer. It finally comes in his husky voice, spoken as reverently as a prayer.

“I would do anything for you.”

The admission is chased by his hand at the back of your neck, pulling you in for a fierce kiss. You’re so relieved that you feel yourself near the verge of tears again, despite the icy thrill that dots up your spine as his mouth moves against yours. Taehyung’s teeth just barely scrape over your bottom lip, and you can’t help whimpering into his mouth in response. Like he’s trying to keep up, you almost instantly feel the heat of Jungkook’s mouth against your skin, his lips and tongue trailing down your neck and along the stretch of your shoulder. You make another soft noise at the way his hands start to roam over your body, restless, searching.

“Take my clothes off,” you pull away from Taehyung’s mouth to command, your eyes flitting up to his. “Let me give myself to you.” You turn to Jungkook. “To both of you.”

In a flash, Jungkook has your shirt over your head, and then it’s his turn to find your lips again, and he’s somehow even more passionate than when he first kissed you tonight.

“So fucking perfect,” Jungkook growls between kisses, and the rasp in his voice makes your nipples tighten under the thin fabric of your bralette. “Wanted this for so long.”

While Jungkook licks into your mouth, Taehyung’s nimble fingers find their way to the button of your jeans, and you lean back on your hands to give him better access. His touch is delicate as he undoes your zipper and starts to shimmy the denim down your legs.

“You too,” you break away from Jungkook to murmur, and you reach down to finish pulling your pants off. “I want to see you both.”

As they each move back from you to stand and disrobe, there’s a tense moment where Taehyung and Jungkook regard each other, and then Jungkook lunges and you scream.

You squeeze your eyes shut at a terrifying sound of something being ripped apart. Panic rises in your chest and makes it impossible to breathe— you don’t know why this was a good idea, you don’t know what you expected, of course this could never work, how stupid could you be— and then you hear Taehyung huff a dark laugh, seemingly unharmed, and your eyes snap open.

And he is. He’s fine. His shirt, however, has been reduced to tatters on your bedroom floor. Jungkook’s smirk is that of a cat who’s just swallowed a canary.

“Very mature of you, mongrel. I take it I’m meant to repay the favor?” Taehyung scoffs, and you keep your eyes open to watch him easily tear Jungkook’s shirt from his body, as if it were made of tissue paper. Your head spins.

Attempting to remember how to breathe is made all the more difficult when you watch them both strip down to their boxers. Your heart flutters in your chest as you realize in this moment how truly beautiful they both are.

Jungkook’s body in particular takes you aback– despite still having the enviably small waist you’ve always teased him for, the rest of him has certainly filled out over the years. He’s broad-shouldered and thick, with firm definition in his arms and abdominals that ripple as he reaches down to shimmy out of his pants.

It’s hard to believe this is the same kid you spent your childhood summers with, sharing secrets and making up stories, the one you used to call ‘Boba Ball’ or ‘Triangle Kimbap’ during the years he refused to cut his hair.

In stark contrast, Taehyung’s body feels like coming home. He’s striking as he always is, all long, lean muscles, a hand-carved statue come to life. Though it’s well into the dead of night now, you swear you can still see the glimmer shifting under his skin, like he’s stepping into full sunlight as he moves toward you. He’s just as brilliant, just as blinding, even in the dim light of your bedroom. Perfection incarnate.

You know it for a fact, can feel it thrumming behind your ribs, as true as the steady beat of your human heart. You love them both, unconditionally and irrevocably.

“Jagiya,” Taehyung breathes as he stands over you where you sit at the edge of the bed. “You’re glowing.” His hand cups your cheek, and you turn your head to press a kiss to the freezing center of his palm.

“I’m so happy, Tae,” you whisper, and he’s smiling softly when you glance back up.

“That’s all I want.”

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and then Jungkook steps in beside him, and it’s like every piece in your heart slots perfectly into place.

“Are you ready?” Jungkook asks. Their superhuman reflexes move so quickly, you feel like you’ve only just begun to nod when two sets of hands are already on you, dragging you up to the head of the bed like you’re light as a feather.

Together, they push you down into the mattress, and then two mouths start to trace over every inch of your skin they can find. They alternate fluidly, everywhere at once: the brush of full lips, the sharp-sweet bite of teeth, the wet wash of a tongue. Your eyes roll back at the overwhelming sensations, and though you can initially tell them apart by the sharp contrast in their skin temperature, it all eventually melds together in your mind until you’re not sure where Taehyung ends and Jungkook begins.

The four hands on your body make quick work of stripping you out of your bralette and panties, and you’re whimpering and writhing and drenched with arousal when a warm tongue circles your nipple while a cold hand starts to creep up towards your center.

Jungkook sucks firmly on the stiff bud in his mouth, and you keen. “Fuck, Koo, oh god.”

Not to be outdone, you feel Taehyung’s teeth very lightly graze over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and your hips shudder as you groan again.

There’s a wet pop as Jungkook releases your breast from his mouth with a soft laugh. “She squirms.”

“She does.” Taehyung’s breath ghosts over your entrance as he answers. He presses a glossy kiss to the crease of your thigh, then slips two smooth, delicate fingers into the wet heat of your pussy, and you outright moan.

“She’s vocal,” Jungkook remarks.

Taehyung crooks his fingers to make you cry out again, and he falls into a steady stroking motion. “She is.”

“You’ve done this before?”

Your breath coming in shallow pants now, you manage to lift yourself up onto your forearms and interject. “We’ve never– not all the way.”

Taehyung smirks at Jungkook as his digits squelch inside of you. “We’ve done enough.”

Jungkook’s eyes drop to your face, and you meet his gaze. He cups one of your breasts in his hand, massaging it in his palm before taking the peak of your nipple between his fingers. You whine as he gently rolls the bud in a circle. “What have you done?” he asks, his voice softer this time.

“What do you think, jagi?” Taehyung answers confidently before you can respond, your pussy still gripping tight around his fingers. “Want to show wolfboy here how well you suck my cock?”

Heat flushes your face at the thought, and Jungkook practically snarls down the bed at Taehyung. “Or maybe you can show me how you eat her out, and then I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

Taehyung’s expression falters just the slightest amount, but it’s enough for Jungkook’s keen senses to notice. “Wait– you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

You shake your head, struggling to keep up, your mind fighting not to give into the euphoria of their hands continuing to work your body. “We haven’t. Tae’s not–”

“What, not a man?” Jungkook snaps, paired with a tug of your nipple. “I could’ve told you that.”

The sigh that escapes your mouth is edged with a moan as Taehyung’s thumb brushes lightly over your clit. “He’s not ready, Jungkook.”

“I’m sorry, he doesn’t want to eat you out because he’s too scared he’ll fucking eat you?”

Taehyung scoffs between your legs, but Jungkook is already shifting to his knees, clearly having heard enough. “That’s it. Turn the fuck over.”

You appreciate the consideration when Jungkook guides you to sit up and get on hands and knees across the width of the bed, nudging you forward so that he can kneel down behind you on the mattress. The positioning is ideal for Taehyung to meet you on the other side.

There’s a cold flash in Taehyung’s eyes as he circles the bed, not unlike a predator stalking prey. Watching him sends more arousal flooding through you, enough that the crux of your thighs is painted with slick when Jungkook encourages them apart from behind.

You can see Taehyung’s length straining against the confines of his underwear as he stands in front of you, and he laughs softly when you reach up to pull him out, too greedy to wait. He’s beautiful, long and hard and weighing heavy in your palm. Your eyes roll up to meet Taehyung’s, deep amber and brimming with lust as you press gentle kisses to the rim of his cockhead.

The wet smack of your mouth is chased with a fluttering whimper when Jungkook slides two fingers through your dripping folds to roughly part your pussy lips. You can feel yourself dripping, can hear the dark hum Jungkook emits in response.

“You look delicious,” he rasps. “Can’t believe this parasite would rather have your blood.”

In hopes it will distract him from Jungkook’s insult, you choose that moment to swallow Taehyung down, and your plan seems to work. Taehyung’s fingers snake through your hair and his head tips back as you stretch your lips over his shaft. You find yourself whining softly around him at the feeling alone, the smooth press of his cock against your tongue.

You hollow your cheeks around Taehyung and slowly begin to suck along his length, eliciting a deep hiss from him, your hand pumping in time at the base where your mouth can’t reach.

It takes a conscious effort to hold in a moan when you feel the first touch of Jungkook’s tongue, dragged thick up your slit like a hot knife through butter. You arch your spine, your body begging for more, and his hands grip the soft flesh of your ass as he spreads you open and indulges.

Jungkook eats you like a man starved, shoving his tongue into your pussy with enough force to slide Taehyung’s cock further into your mouth. Taehyung’s tip teases into the back of your throat, and he groans when you swallow to urge him over the edge.

“Fuck, jagiya,” he pants as you continue to bob up and down, relentless, spurred on by every sloppy pass of Jungkook’s tongue. “If only that mutt could see how good you look with my cock in your mouth.”

Pleased at Taehyung’s praise and choosing to ignore his dig at Jungkook, you lean forward to take even more of him, until the whole of his glass-hard cock is crammed down your throat. You can feel drool welling up on your tongue, can feel your muscles trying not to choke around him, made all the more difficult by the way Jungkook is steadily fucking his tongue into you now.

The shudder of your throat matches the tremble in Taehyung’s hips, and you can tell he’s fighting the urge to push you past the limits of what a human can take.

There’s a part of you that wishes he would.

You gag softly as you pull off of him, giving both of you a moment to collect yourselves. One of Taehyung’s large hands pets over your hair, encouraging, and you drop your forehead down to rest in the crook of your elbow. Without the distraction of sucking Taehyung’s cock, the pleasure of Jungkook’s hot mouth on your pussy is overwhelming, and you can’t help moaning into the mattress.

“God, just like that, Koo.”

Managing to pull yourself back up for more, you coax a soft groan from Taehyung as you start to kitten lick up his shaft. Jungkook pulls away from your center just as you take Taehyung into your mouth again.

“You taste so fucking good. Bloodsucker doesn’t know what he’s missing. But he can enjoy my sloppy seconds.”

The sudden wet sound of Jungkook spitting is so loud that even Taehyung flinches, and your cunt clenches at the slick-splatter feeling. Wasting no time, Jungkook dives back in, eagerly shoving the mix of saliva and arousal into your entrance with his tongue, and it’s all you can do to focus on the cock in your mouth.

Taking Taehyung faster this time, you build up to a steady rhythm, your hands fisting the bed sheets beneath you as you swallow him down. You make an audible gulping sound with each pass, his length dipping over and over into the tight squeeze of your throat. Taehyung can’t hold back, grunting a steady stream of curses as you suck him off just the way he likes.

When Jungkook outright growls between your legs, you feel it more than hear it, and the vibrations that roll through you are enough to make your toes curl. You pull most of the way off, sliding your lips down Taehyung’s shaft to suckle at the head of his cock as you whimper gently around him.

With his fingertips gripping your ass bruising-hard, Jungkook’s lips slide up your folds until he finds the underside of your clit. Your thighs quiver violently when his tongue darts out for one rough flick over the sensitive bud. There’s no stifling the way you moan when Jungkook repeats the action, again and again, falling into a steady lapping rhythm that makes your whole body shake.

His mouth is so wet and so warm that you completely lose your ability to multitask. Your jaw goes slack around Taehyung’s length, drool spilling onto the sheets beneath you until Taehyung finally withdraws. You don’t have enough space in your brain to try and stroke his ego to keep things fair— you’re entirely lost in the heat of Jungkook’s tongue over your clit. Your hips shove back toward Jungkook’s face to grind against his mouth, your own tongue lolling out as you pant and moan.

An ice cold hand tangling in your hair is enough to get your eyes to refocus, and you glance up at Taehyung just in time for his grip to tighten. The sting of it sparkles like diamonds against your scalp as he forces your head back and watches you fuck yourself on Jungkook’s tongue.

“Feels good, jagiya?” Taehyung purrs, speaking up to be heard over the gasps and slurps of Jungkook as his mouth works your pussy, drinking up every drop.

You can’t think or speak, can’t do anything except nod dumbly and try to keep your eyes from rolling up into your skull. Taehyung cranes your head back another inch and you whimper at the pressure. “Gonna come on puppy’s tongue?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to choke out, and you outright keen when two of Taehyung’s slender fingers reach down to find one of your nipples and twist. The shock of pleasure-pain rips through your whole body, and fuck, it’s enough. Taehyung drops his grip on your hair just as your orgasm hits, and your head bounces against the mattress as you collapse into shuddering moans, your body trembling all over.

Your thighs threaten to give out, but Jungkook’s hands find purchase under your hips to keep you up. You let him hold your weight entirely like it’s nothing at all, his face and tongue still buried in you as your pussy gushes and flutters around him.

Everything eventually softens into the warm glow of comedown, your moans dissolving to gentle whimpers, and then Jungkook slowly lowers you to the mattress. His hands slip down to keep your thighs pulled apart, and he leans in for a few more licks to your cunt, your whole body shivering with oversensitivity at each pass until he finally relents.

“First orgasm’s mine,” Jungkook remarks, like it’s casual.

You glance up to see Taehyung baring his teeth, and you roll onto your side despite how heavy your limbs still feel. “I’ll make her come harder. Let me taste you next, jagi.”

“Tae, wait,” you murmur, pushing yourself up onto your hands. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

Jungkook’s smug response comes first. “How about you do it while I fuck her?”

“What?!”

If your heart wasn’t still racing from the orgasm, it would be now at the way Taehyung’s eyes are fixed on Jungkook, like he wants to tear him limb from limb. But Jungkook just keeps talking, as if it doesn’t scare him in the slightest.

“She’s got two holes, right? If I take her in the ass, her pussy’s yours. It’s like she said— if you can’t stand me, maybe it’ll tone down the desire to, you know. Have a snack.”

There’s a visible tremor in Taehyung’s jaw as he attempts to keep himself under control. When he speaks, his voice is strained with the effort of holding back. “You’re not putting anything… anywhere until after I do. I don’t care which fucking hole it is.”

At this, you finally interject. “Taehyung’s right, Jungkook.”

The staring contest ends as they both look down at you, and your eyes jump back and forth between them as you shift onto your knees on the mattress. “We’ve wanted this and talked about it for so long. It’s only fair that he be my… first.”

Jungkook, to your surprise, seems unbothered. “That’s fine. So long as I’m your second.”

“Lay the fuck down, jagi,” Taehyung growls.

You follow the command and Taehyung settles between your thighs with a determined cold-steel gaze, his knees sinking soft divots into the mattress. He fists at his throbbing-hard cock as you spread yourself for him, and when he lines himself up with your entrance, you hook your legs over his hips.

In the dim light, there’s an ice-shimmer sheen on his cock, still glossed with your drool. The tip nudges at your center, and you’re drenched for him, you can feel it, slick from Jungkook’s mouth and wet with your own arousal that drips down to coat his waiting length.

A shiver runs through you at the touch of Taehyung’s hand over yours, and he turns your palm up so he can interlace your fingers together.

“Jagiya,” Taehyung murmurs. “I love you.”

His free hand slips down to anchor over your hip, and then you feel him, the glass-cold weight of his cock starting to press into you, long and impossibly hard.

“Oh god, Taehyung,” you gasp, your head kicking back against the bed. “I love you, too. So much.”

You have to shut your eyes to focus on the feeling, on adjusting to the stretch of him, your brow furrowing as you try to breathe through it.

The warm brush of a callused hand over your cheek instantly softens your expression, and your eyes flutter open again to take in Jungkook above you. His warm familiarity makes you smile, as does the sweet expression on his face as he hovers over you.

“Hi,” Jungkook says simply, and you tip your chin up enough for him to understand what you want. He leans forward and his mouth captures yours in an upside-down kiss, one that you can’t help but gasp into when Taehyung fully bottoms out inside you.

Jungkook pulls back as your breath flutters into his mouth. “Is it okay? He’s not hurting you?”

You shake your head, eyes dropping closed as Jungkook trails kisses along the line of your jaw and down your neck. “God, you took him so well.” His voice smolders against your skin.

As if attempting to regain your focus, you feel Taehyung’s hand slip between your legs. His thumb begins to trace gentle circles over your clit, and your walls clench around him in response. “Oh fuck, Tae.”

“Can I move, jagi?” he grunts, and you nod, punctuated with a soft whimper.

“Please, Tae. I need to feel you.”

You barely get the words out before Jungkook’s mouth finds yours again, and your tongue licks hungrily against his as Taehyung slowly starts to move. His cock is so thick, heavy and smooth like marble as he glides over your ridges, and you moan eagerly against Jungkook, gripping the back of his neck like a lifeline as Taehyung’s hips fall into a steady rhythm.

“Oh my god,” you have to break away from Jungkook to gasp. “Oh my god, Tae.”

“Bet that tight little pussy feels so good,” Jungkook murmurs, lips brushing over your ear. When he pulls back, you open your eyes to take him in.

“Jungkook,” you nearly whine his name, overwhelmed at the way Taehyung has started to jostle you on his cock. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

The pads of his fingertips trace delicately over your cheek, and then his thumb slips down to pull at your bottom lip.

“Do you wanna take my cock in this pretty mouth?” The hand tracing over your lip slips lower, until his warm palm is closed over the column of your neck. You can feel the heat of him in every beat of your pulse, the hummingbird thrum of your very human heart. “And let me fuck your throat?”

An overwhelming desire to be filled from both ends makes your breath stutter in your chest, and you grip his forearm with both of your hands, nails digging into his warm skin. “Y-yes, Jungkook,” you answer, working hard to get the words out with how heavy Taehyung is stroking into you. “I need it.”

Jungkook dips forward to brush his lips over yours again, just the lightest touch. “I love you,” he murmurs softly against your mouth.

“I love you,” you repeat, your voice a near whisper.

Another kiss, and he’s smiling when he pulls back. “Be a good girl and open up for me.”

As Jungkook steps away to tug down and step out of his boxers, you feel Taehyung slow his thrusts, and then you gasp a little at how deep his cock sinks into you when he shifts forward to push you both up the bed.

“You feel so good, jagi,” Taehyung groans, and you can’t help but whimper when he moves you easily, grabbing your legs and slinging them roughly over his shoulders.

A yelp escapes your lips when Taehyung hooks his arms over your thighs and pulls them flush to his chest, causing your ass to lift off the mattress entirely. With the way he has you bent, the majority of your weight should be resting in your arms and upper back pressed flat to the bed, possibly painfully. But Taehyung holds you up so effortlessly that you feel like you weigh nothing at all.

The angle also shoves you just far enough back that your head tips over the edge of the bed, and you’re grateful for this small concession from Taehyung, to let Jungkook have his way peacefully, because he knows it’s what you want, too.

As Jungkook steps in to hover over you, Taehyung starts to bounce you on his cock again, and he fills you up so perfectly like this that you can only moan, your head tilting all the way back.

Jungkook’s hands pet down the length of your neck until he finds your breasts, angled up toward him and jiggling with every fierce thrust as Taehyung picks up the pace. You whimper when Jungkook’s palms close around your tits, and you feel the head of his dick toy at your bottom lip, gliding wet with precum that has already started to leak from his slit.

Letting your eyes flutter closed, you give yourself over to the pleasure welling up inside of you and stick your tongue out to guide Jungkook in. His groan is nearly a growl as his cock presses into your mouth to weigh your tongue down heavy, then slips even further back until he’s teasing at the clench of your throat.

The stretch of being used by both of them lights you up all the way through, like a live wire.

For a moment, you find yourself wishing that you weren’t human, that they didn’t have to worry about being gentle to keep you from getting hurt, that Jungkook and Taehyung could truly do whatever they wanted to you.

The thought is exciting and terrifying, and your heart skips a beat in your chest.

Jungkook holds himself still once he’s pushed all the way in, and your throat bulges up at the width of him. You have to remind yourself that at least for now, you are human, and you need to keep breathing.

Taehyung is thrusting balls-deep into your pussy now, and though Jungkook hasn’t started his own strokes yet, the way Taehyung shoves into you is enough to gently rock Jungkook’s length back and forth in the heat-clutch of your throat.

You hear Jungkook moan above you. “Oh fuck yeah, just like that.”

His hips just barely start to move in time, out to match each of Taehyung’s thrusts in, back into your throat every time Taehyung’s cock drags out of your cunt. All you can do is lay there and take it from both of them, a fragile fucktoy, drool slipping down your chin while Jungkook’s hands knead at your breasts and Taehyung’s thumb rolls over your clit.

“Look so good like this,” Taehyung grunts as he presses his lips to your calf hooked over his shoulder. “Wanna make you come on my cock, jagi.”

The plea makes you moan enough to gag around Jungkook, and he relents to let you catch your breath, strings of spit spider-webbing out of your mouth as you pant and laugh a little.

“Fuck me harder, Taehyung,” you breathe. “I can take it.”

It feels like you might bruise from the intensity at which Taehyung begins to stroke into you at your command, but it’s so good, you can’t imagine ever caring about the marks he’ll leave behind. The slap of skin on skin is loud, the way you moan louder still. The pleasure of it rushes up in your bloodstream and hits hard enough to make you dizzy, and the relentless rub of Taehyung’s thumb over your clit pushes you to the edge overwhelmingly quickly.

“Jungkook,” you gasp, your head tipping back towards him. “Please. Want you in my mouth when I come.”

“God,” Jungkook groans, nearly laughing as he slips his thick cock between your lips again. “You are so fucking hot.”

You take Jungkook back into your mouth, and you can already feel your walls starting to flutter around Taehyung as his cock plunges into you over and over. Jungkook’s heavy breathing and Taehyung’s strangled moans mix together in a discordant harmony, underscored by the wet sounds of your throat and your pussy as they fuck you from both ends. Your orgasm mounts, coiling tight in your core, undeniable now.

“That’s it, jagiya,” Taehyung groans. “Come for us.”

You nearly sob around Jungkook’s shaft as you reach your peak, your hips shoving up wildly in Taehyung’s grasp, your entire body overwhelmed by pleasure. Wave after wave of it washes through you, and your pussy pulses for what feels like an eternity, soaking Taehyung’s length in your juices.

Jungkook pulls out again to let you breathe, and you collapse back against the bed. The rush of air into your lungs is so sharp that it stings a little. Your heartbeat slams in your chest as Taehyung withdraws too, and then he leans down to cover your body with his.

His perfect lips find yours and he kisses you deeply, and it takes all the effort you have left to move your mouth against his.

“You’re beautiful, jagiya,” Taehyung murmurs against your skin. “You feel like heaven.”

“I love you, Taehyung,” you manage to whisper back.

“Aw,” Jungkook’s voice drips thick with sarcasm, and you’re ashamed to realize that you’d momentarily forgotten his presence. “What a lovely couple. Guess that orgasm makes the score one-to-one, huh Tae-Tae?”

You shiver a little at the loss of Taehyung’s body over yours as he gets to his feet, inhumanly fast, to move towards Jungkook.

“You know, I have no idea what she sees in you,” Taehyung scoffs.

Jungkook barks a laugh. “That’s fine. ‘Cause pretty soon you’ll be seeing me in her.”

Your heart is in your throat as you watch the two of them circle each other, their eyes burning with hatred. A low warning sound reverberates from between Taehyung’s teeth, but Jungkook just keeps going. “What do you think, bloodsucker? Ready to try eating pussy now that you’re not a virgin anymore?”

“I’d much prefer dog for my next meal, if I’m honest,” Taehyung spits.

“I’d love to see you try.”

“Please.” Your voice comes out shattered, and you kneel up on the bed, grabbing both of them by the bicep in a feeble human attempt to pull them apart. You know you don’t have the real strength to move either of them, but they clearly choose to relent, each taking a few reluctant steps back.

“I want both of you,” you exclaim, close to tears. “Please, please don’t fight.”

There’s a tense moment of silence, and you break it the only way you can think to. “Jungkook,” you shift to better face him. “You really meant what you said? About taking me… in the ass?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he fumbles for his words. “I-I mean, we don’t have to. I was just saying shit to make him mad, really.”

“But do you want to?” you press him.

Jungkook blinks. “I want to do anything with you,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and your heart melts open.

“I want it, too.”

“I– really?”

You nod, unashamed. “I’ve tried it before, by myself. And I want that with you.”

“How many fingers?” Jungkook’s eyes go dark with lust when he asks the question.

“Two,” you breathe.

His mouth pulls into a dirty smile. “Might have to work you up to three if you want to take me.”

“Taehyung?” You turn towards him when you ask for his consent to continue, and he answers by leaning in for a kiss that steals all the air from your lungs.

Your kisses deepen and intensify until they’re a clash of tongues and teeth as Taehyung joins you to kneel on the bed. Jungkook disappears off to dig through your bathroom cabinets, and there’s a smug look on his face when he returns with a bottle of lube in hand.

Hands still clutching at Taehyung’s neck, you break the kiss momentarily to look over your shoulder as Jungkook settles behind you, and you spread your knees wide for him. The snap of the bottle cap is loud in the quiet of your bedroom, and it’s chased by the thick squelch of Jungkook depositing lube onto his waiting fingers.

“This shit’s cold,” he complains, and you laugh softly against Taehyung’s mouth.

“Everything feels cold to you.”

You reach back with one hand to better spread yourself for him, and then you whimper as you feel Jungkook’s warm, wet fingers start to trace over the rim of your hole.

It feels like you can barely catch your breath before Taehyung’s mouth is on yours again, kissing you hungrily. His teeth roll over your bottom lip, and you moan into his mouth as Jungkook simultaneously pushes a finger into your ass.

Hot pleasure overwhelms you as Jungkook slips all the way in, and Taehyung’s marble lips release yours to trail an icy path over your jaw.

“Fuck, Koo,” you groan as you adjust to the stretch of him, already so much better than your own touch. “I need another.”

“God,” Jungkook exhales in disbelief. “I’ll try. You’re so fuckin’ tight back here.” Attempting to work you open, he starts to rock his finger slowly in and out of you, and you whine again.

The glass-cold touch of Taehyung’s hand brushing over your hip makes you jump a little, and then he traces further down to roll his fingers over your clit, and your spine arches. The soft circles he begins to trace melt you open, and you can feel every muscle in your body slacken, including the tight ring swallowing up Jungkook’s finger.

It’s just enough that he’s able to squeeze a second in.

“Look at that,” Jungkook chuckles darkly. “The leech is helping.”

You wrap a hand firmly around Taehyung’s cock, jutting up proudly between his legs, if only for a tether to ground you, to keep you from slipping out of your body entirely. Taehyung’s groan shudders over your skin as you slowly start to pump his diamond-hard length.

Jungkook doesn’t let up, scissoring his digits inside of you, and you press your hips back to beg for more until he’s shoved in to the hilt.

Taehyung’s deep voice purrs in your ear. “You smell incredible, jagiya.” There’s a sheen to his ochre eyes when you glance up at him. You’re not scared, not really, but your pulse quickens in your throat nevertheless. You know he can hear it, too.

“Tae,” you breathe, unable to get more words out, not with the way Jungkook’s fingers are relentlessly fucking your ass open.

Taehyung ducks his head and you gasp at the cold shock of his tongue when he full-on licks up the side of your neck. He keeps going, tonguing you in thick, slow drags, starting to groan softly in the back of his throat with each one. You let your head tip back to allow him access to more of your skin as you continue to work his cock in your hand.

You know you’re dancing with the devil, especially when you feel the lightest scrape of his teeth over your neck, but it feels too good to stop.

There’s a slow burn stretch at your rim as Jungkook just barely manages to fit a third finger past it. You will your body to relax so you can take him all the way inside, and you can’t help but moan at the overwhelming fullness. “Oh my fucking god, Koo.”

“Look so pretty on my fingers like this,” Jungkook grunts, pairing his words with a harsh slap to your asscheek that makes you yelp. “Can’t wait to see what you look like on my cock.”

Like a reflex, Taehyung growls against your neck, and you tremble at the feeling, at the sound of his teeth grinding together so close to your throbbing pulse.

“Taehyung,” you choke out as you release your grip on his cock and Jungkook’s fingers withdraw from your ass. You take Taehyung’s face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Do you want to taste me?” His eyes flash dark with lust as he nods.

Jungkook is already shifting to sit at the edge of the bed, and he reaches for the lube again to pour more out, hissing softly as he fists the sticky gloss over his thick shaft. His legs part to give you room, and you back your ass up towards him. You can’t help but squeak a little when his hands close over your hips and he picks you up, your feet hovering an inch above the floor.

“Spread your legs,” Jungkook instructs, and you do. “Pull your knees up and rest your feet on my thighs.” You nervously find your footing over his firm muscles, but you’re a little scared to bear your full weight down.

Jungkook laughs when he realizes why you’re hesitating. “You can’t hurt me, it’s okay.”

At his encouragement, you press your feet more firmly into Jungkook’s thighs, your own legs shaking slightly with tense anticipation. He keeps his hands gripped tight to your hips, heat radiating out from where his palms press against your skin, and his voice is thick with lust when he speaks again.

“That’s it, baby. Line it up for me.”

You reach behind you to wrap your hand around his cock, and you can feel it pulsing hotly as you arch back to let his tip kiss against your rim.

“Go slow,” you breathe, and Jungkook leans in to press a kiss to your shoulder.

“‘Course I will. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

Inch by inch, he gently starts to sink you down to sheath him, pausing periodically to give you time to adjust. Your mouth drops open at the overwhelming feeling of Jungkook’s thickness stretching you open. It’s so intense that you want to squirm, to run away, the soles of your feet flexing restlessly against his thighs.

Your eyes flutter open again to find Taehyung knelt down, watching the two of you intently with a soft furrow in his brow.

“Tae,” you murmur. “Need your mouth.”

That’s all you have to say, and then he’s crawling towards you, settling on his knees between Jungkook’s spread legs. You shiver at the touch of Taehyung’s fingers as he pulls the lips of your pussy apart, and then he leans in to swipe his tongue through your folds just as Jungkook drops you an inch lower on his cock, and you whine loudly at the sweet rush of pleasure.

“Just like that,” you gasp to both of them, your head lolling back against Jungkook’s chest. “Oh, fuck.”

Taehyung’s tongue traces down to your entrance, slurping greedily at the wetness pooled there before dragging back up to your clit. The mirror-cold slide of his wet mouth over you is incredible, enough to make your toes curl when paired with the pressure of Jungkook’s hot cock pushing into your ass.

You feel the tight muscle of your rim spasm, and you sink another inch down, causing Jungkook to groan harshly in response. Just as you realize that you can feel his thighs flush against your asscheeks, his voice is in your ear.

“That’s it, baby. Took all of me in this tight little ass.”

“You feel so good, Koo,” you whimper, turning over your shoulder to find his mouth with yours. “So big,” you groan against his lips, and he smiles back.

As if to distract you, Taehyung’s teeth just barely brush over the hood of your clit, and you nearly bite Jungkook’s bottom lip off. You pull back to look down at Taehyung, and he smiles shyly between your thighs, feigning innocence.

“Watch it, bloodsucker,” Jungkook mutters, his voice strained. “Guess you need more practice.”

“No,” you manage to gasp, struggling to catch your breath between the two of them. “I liked it. Please, Tae.”

Taehyung leans in to repeat the motion, and the scrape of his teeth sends a hot spark of pain through you, enough to make your eyes squeeze shut and every muscle in your body pull taut. You can hear Jungkook groan behind you as your ass clenches around his cock like a vice.

“Shit,” Jungkook’s voice over your shoulder startles you slightly. Your lashes flutter open in time to see him reach his foot out and nudge at Taehyung’s thigh, not particularly gentle. “Keep fucking doing that.”

Taehyung obliges, alternating gentle passes of his tongue with increasingly rough drags of his teeth across your sensitive bud. The steady swings between pleasure and pain make your head spin, until Taehyung’s husky voice drags you back from the brink of all-encompassing pleasure.

“You’re dripping, jagiya.”

You whimper, unable to form words to respond, and then you can only moan as you feel one of Taehyung’s delicate fingers work itself into the heat of your pussy with a wet squelch.

“Pup’s so big and you’re so little,” Taehyung continues. “There’s no room left. Can barely get a finger in here.”

“I want to take you too, Tae,” you plead. “I want both of you.” It’s not just want at this point– you’re more sure than ever that you have to have this, both of them, together. “Please.”

Taehyung’s face darkens with concern. “We’ll break you.”

“Then break me,” you practically growl. “I need it.”

You’re expecting Taehyung to argue back, forever concerned for your safety, but to your surprise, he surges up to kiss you instead. A soft whimper spills from your mouth into his, and you tangle your fingers in his long dark hair and taste him until he pulls away.

As if to beckon him in, you wordlessly tilt your hips toward Taehyung as best you can with Jungkook’s thick cock still fully sheathed in your ass. Taehyung’s hands sink into the mattress on either side of Jungkook’s hips as he positions himself in front of you.

“Breathe, jagi,” Taehyung reminds you.

Your lungs burn as you inhale deep, and you try desperately to relax as you feel the tip of his glass-hard length teasing at your drenched entrance. Taehyung slowly starts to push in, and your hands search for purchase along the lean, flexing muscles in his arms, your nails attempting to scratch over skin that won’t give.

There’s a steady throb between your legs as Taehyung gently nestles himself all the way into your cunt, his cock pressed tight to Jungkook’s with only the thin barrier of your body between them. This feeling of fullness is beyond anything you’ve ever experienced, and the sensation of taking both of them at once is overwhelming. It’s spine-chilling cold and blood-boiling heat all in one, their cocks crammed so deep inside you that you swear you can feel them in your throat.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, and he can’t quite hide the waver of pleasure that paints his voice. “Your dick’s fucking cold.”

“You’re actually just a fucking furnace,” Taehyung spits back, but it’s chased with a soft groan. 

Your mind lags, dazed with pleasure, but it slowly occurs to you that the temperature combination must feel equally good for them. Even if their egos won’t let them admit it.

“Move.” No one is more shocked than you at the commanding tone of your voice when you speak. “Both of you. Stop talking and fuck me.”

Jungkook acts first, his hands tightening on your hips to lift you, and the tight clutch of your ass dragging up the length of his cock makes you both gasp. Taehyung watches closely as Jungkook falls into a steady rhythm, and then he starts to roll his hips to match it, thrusting into your pussy each time Jungkook pulls your ass back down over his cock.

None of you can keep your composure or bite back your moans now, the pressure of their cocks simultaneously fucking into you feels too good. You can hear Jungkook panting in your ear, can see a muscle flexing in Taehyung’s jaw as he groans with every upstroke, and you begin to shove your hips up in time with their motions, your feet pressing firmly against Jungkook’s thighs for leverage.

“That’s it, baby,” Jungkook grunts. “Fucking ride us.”

Taehyung shifts slightly, putting all his weight into one hand to lift the other off the mattress and toy with your clit. You keen as he rolls it between his thumb and index finger, and you feel the chill of his mouth close over the slope of your neck.

“Oh fuck, Tae,” you whine as he starts to suck hard against your skin, enough that you’re sure he’ll leave a mark. You can feel every muscle in your body tightening, a dam of arousal threatening to burst deep inside of you, and something primal awakens there.

In this moment, you know exactly what you need.

“Taehyung,” you groan softly, and you already know he wants it too. “Do it, Tae. Please. Bite me.”

“Do not fucking turn her,” Jungkook growls, slamming your ass down so hard on his thighs that you nearly choke on a gasp. Taehyung’s mouth sucks even harder, right over your pulse point.

“No, no,” you protest. “Just a little drink, Tae. Please. It felt so good last time, I know. We both want it.” You’re outright begging, insatiable– your eyes threaten tears with how badly you really do want this, need this.

Like it takes every ounce of strength he has, Taehyung manages to pull himself off your neck, his hips still pistoning into you. “Jagi, I–I’ll frenzy. I’ll hurt you.”

You shake your head. “Jungkook is here, you can stop yourself. I know you can. Please, Tae, if you love me.”

As if those words were all he needed to hear, you see Taehyung rear back, and then you scream as his teeth pierce the skin of your neck. “It’s good Taehyung, it’s good,” you choke out, trying to keep it together. Your breath comes ragged now, in harsh, broken sobs.

Taehyung is loud when he drinks from you, slurping and gasping and groaning unabashedly, and you shiver violently at the icy wash of his tongue circling over your wounds.

The world begins to blur at the edges, bleeding out, like time itself is slowing. You feel your climax winding tighter inside of you even as your body starts to go weak, held up like a ragdoll in Jungkook’s grip as they both continue to fuck you full.

Jungkook growls like a clap of thunder, and it’s enough to bring Taehyung back to his senses. His head snaps up angrily, your blood momentarily forgotten. You just barely manage to focus your gaze on Taehyung’s face to see him bare his teeth in a vicious snarl at Jungkook, more monster than man.

“What is it, pup? Want a taste?”

Your mind moves slowly, and just as you think to yourself that Jungkook will scoff at the very idea, maybe even try to fight Taehyung for suggesting it, a new sensation flutters against your neck. It’s unmistakable, the touch of Jungkook’s tongue over the same spot, hot enough to burn the delicate skin that was just made so cold by Taehyung’s mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you moan loudly.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Taehyung purrs, chased with a dark laugh, and your mind is too dizzy to know which of you he’s asking.

“She’s sweet,” Jungkook confirms, and your eyes roll back at the warmth of his tongue when it returns to your neck. Taehyung laughs even louder.

“He’s not gonna leave any for me. Can I give you one more set, jagi?”

“Please,” you gasp. “I’m so fucking close, Tae.”

Your head feels heavy on your neck now, and it takes all the strength you have to look at Taehyung when you feel the brush of his marble palm against your cheek. “I love you,” he murmurs, and then there’s an animal sound as his teeth tear a fresh gash into the other side of your neck.

Two cocks filling you, two tongues drinking you, your mind at the precipice of blacking out, the sweet pleasure-pain of ice and fire twisting all the way through your body: it’s all too much. Taehyung’s second bite sends you violently over the edge, and your vision goes black as you come with a strangled scream. White noise roars in your ears like TV static, and you feel the unmistakable throb of two loads filling you up simultaneously as your cunt pulses in an endless, overwhelming orgasm.

A voice somewhere in the back of your mind asks if these might be your final moments alive, if this shaky inhale you can barely take is the last breath you’ll ever breathe, and then the world goes dark as you lose consciousness entirely.

~*~

You wake up with a deep gasp, like coming up for air.

You’ve been laid flat on your back on the bed, and you sit up so fast your head spins, making it momentarily impossible to focus on anything. You squeeze your eyes shut again, trying to steady yourself.

“Oh thank god,” Taehyung’s worried voice comes from your right side, and you feel both of his hands close over yours. “I was just about to call Seokjin. Do you still want me to?”

The thought of having to explain any of this to Taehyung’s adoptive father makes your face burn with embarrassment.

“No, no, Tae,” you manage to croak. “I’m fine, seriously. Don’t call him.”

“You’re lucky,” you hear Jungkook scoff from your left. “I had about five more seconds left of you playing dead before I was going to tear vampy here to shreds. Guess there’s always next time.”

You wrench your eyes open in disbelief to find Taehyung and Jungkook staring at you, brows creased with worry.

“N-next time?”

“Do you still want that, jagiya?” Taehyung asks softly, and you have to swallow down the urge to cry. “You still want both of us?”

“More than anything,” you choke out, eyes darting between the two of them, trying to take them both in at once. “I-I’m sorry I pushed myself too hard, but please, I still need–”

“It’s okay,” Taehyung interrupts you. “We clearly all got caught up in the moment. I’m just glad you’re okay. And now we know better, for… next time.”

You still can’t believe what you’re hearing, and you turn to look at Jungkook, trying to make sense of it.

Jungkook just shrugs. “Neither of us have ever felt anything close to what we felt tonight. I mean, it was insane. And we both love you, that much is obvious. So as long as you’re still breathing, I guess we’re gonna have to learn to play nice.”

Taehyung laughs darkly as your jaw drops open. “It’s true, jagiya. I never would’ve believed it before tonight. But, despite all odds, it would seem we’ve found a way to… compromise.”

lol i'm so sorry this was the dumbest thing i've ever written bye

#jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #taekook x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #jungkook x y/n #taehyung x y/n #bts twilight AU #bts smut #bts crack #i am insane bye

[katsutora]

— HOMESICK

ft. isagi yoichi ; itoshi rin ; nagi seishiro ; bachira meguru ; chigiri hyōma ; itoshi sae

summary: them picking you up after a trip

note: i’d like to be everyone’s weekly teeth rotting fluff provider but then i remembered i dont have it in me to serve content every week LMFAO i lack prompts besties

⚘ ISAGI YOICHI

ㅤㅤhas a relatively normal reaction as he sees you approaching him, but is actually trying his best not to freak out. he smiles at you softly as if he didn’t almost explode from all the excitement. once you’re in the car, he doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home. can’t stop staring at you too (a huge simp, good for you) because it’s been a while since he last saw you in person and it’s still kind of surreal to him. hmm, what was that? hands on the wheels, eyes on the road? yoichi, seriously, pay attention oh my god. you better promise you’ve tried everything and that this really is the last resort. “kaiser is in the middle of the street.” oh? oh. oh shit. “i'll run him over.” i mean... you gotta do what you gotta do to snap him out of it, right? (no)

⚘ ITOSHI RIN

ㅤㅤhe’s definitely in a sour mood. seething. most likely scared every single person who passed by him. the fact that he’s rapidly gaining fame doesn’t help at all (prayer circle for that one poor kid who only wanted to ask him for his autograph). he’s leaning against the wall, looking super annoyed. the root of the problem? not the fact that he has to be there of course, more like why the hell haven't you arrived at the gate yet (calm down rin it’s only been like ten minutes lmao). misses you as hell but won’t tell? that rhymes. immediately wraps you in his coat as an excuse to hug you tightly. “t’s not that cold, rin.” refuses to let you go. he’s clinging onto you for dear life as if he’s finally found you after a lifetime. “i know. just a little longer.” his grip only tightens when he notices people looking at you two. gee, they’re just trying to get to the exit gate, stop blocking it smh.

⚘ NAGI SEISHIRO

ㅤㅤit’s almost comical how he suddenly turned into a lighthouse as soon as he spotted you. people are putting on their sunglasses indoors, someone help. mandatory bear hug (but there’s a 50% chance that you’ll both fall to the ground because he can be clumsy like that). “that was so cringe.” “you love it, though.” “i love you.” ugh sappy. if somehow you survived that acrobatic act, he’ll bend his 190cm ass after putting you down so you can kiss the top of his head! if you don’t, well, he's not gonna stand up any time soon because it’s “comfy” and definitely not because getting up is a hassle. gets super chatty all the way home. “did you know shidou decked rin again today?” “barou planted his face on the ground yesterday, king who?” “i told choki to watch the food in the oven btw.” says it in the most casual manner; you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “mhm. wait WHAT?”

⚘ BACHIRA MEGURU

ㅤㅤa pinball. will not hesitate to break through a crowd, bumping into everyone and everything. should be classified as a hazard to society. no jk. but he did almost tackle a kid when he was running towards you. has his arms wide open and ready to tackle you too embrace you. “you’re back! welcome home!” “i’m home!” “welcome home!” “i’m home!” don’t you have anything else to say besides that lmfao (it really went on for a solid five minutes). falls asleep on your lap in the car since he already spent all his energy on that whole “embodying a golden retriever” thing back there. looks so peaceful and angelic like that. also sleep-talks. “y’re hmm”. you didn’t expect him to remain this quiet but it’s the best nap he’s had in a while so uhh “karaoke night?” karaoke night he said. good luck to your poor neighbors tonight.

⚘ CHIGIRI HYŌMA

ㅤㅤladies and gentlemen, him. a runway model. is he picking someone up or is he going somewhere? with looks like that, no one will ever know. forget the elegant saunter; the moment he saw you, he full on sprinted. the type that brings you flowers and your favorite snacks. seems like someone who knows what he’s doing right? but when you pat his head in response to his warm welcome, he short-circuited because you just stole his line. “i’ve missed you.” immediately softens and melts in your embrace. you think it’s all calm and that until his sister arrives out of nowhere, calling out both of your names and the next thing you know, she’s taking pictures of you as if this is your graduation day. “lookie over here, you two!” you’ve never seen someone speedrunning five stages of grief in record time.

⚘ ITOSHI SAE

ㅤㅤmans turning the airport into a red carpet premiere smh; cameras flashing everywhere, people eager to ask him questions, etc. he’s learning that looking down on his phone isn’t a good enough disguise, and that his bored face isn’t scary enough to fend off his fans. oh finally, he thought as he spotted you amidst the crowd. “over here, sae!” “oh my, it’s itoshi sae!” but he has his gaze fixated on you and only you. don’t worry, of course he’ll notice if you grow uncomfortable with all the attention and will immediately wrap his arm around your figure. !! breaking news: itoshi sae quits the world of football and is now becoming a personal bodyguard. navigates through the crowd while mumbling “fall under my spell.” boy what they’re not shidou (narrator: they did, in fact, fell under his spell). “give me your number!” uhh? “move in with me!” wow it’s not your sae, huh? it’s everyone’s sae.

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#blue lock #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #bllk x you #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi #itoshi rin #rin itoshi #nagi seishiro #seishiro nagi #bachira meguru #meguru bachira #chigiri hyoma #hyoma chigiri #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #isagi x you #isagi x reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin x reader #nagi x you #nagi x reader #bachira x you #bachira x reader #chigiri x you #chigiri x reader #sae x you #sae x reader

[dollfaceksj]

Hey! So I saw you mention something about a new style of drabble series and I was wondering if I could request something so you can try it out?

College!JK, that’s a year younger than Y/N, that looks shy and quiet but is actually a fuckboy, he just doesn’t show it around Y/N because he respects her as his senior and being a mutual friend of his (Tae or Joon or any member)

aaa thank you! i was rlly considering trying it out and u’ve given me the opportunity. the idea is derived from @/jiminrings’ lunchbox lovers! they’re one of my fav authors so definitely check out their work <333

ps: THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO!!! i might do this for a lot of ideas i have cause its so quick and fun!!

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #1

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jungkook and you cross paths every now and again, like right now when you’re sitting in taehyung’s small studio apartment watching the two of them play call of duty: black ops on taehyung’s small flatscreen

you’re seated on taehyung’s bed, back pressed against the headboard and you’ve got a view of the back of their heads as they’re sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed

“dude, how did you miss that?” jungkook groans loudly, his head thrown back in disbelief

“that’s the same person that killed you 20 seconds into the game! they’re just good.” taehyung wants to defend himself but they’re both being a little too loud and taehyung has already got several noise complaints

UNFORTUNATELY you have to be the rational one.

despite this not even being your place

“guys, quiet down.”

you have to remind these annoying fucks about the neighbors every 10 minutes.

they’re so annoying like???

acting like little kids ffs

taehyung glances at you over his shoulder and sheepishly says, “sorry.”

jungkook doesn’t say anything but you’re not surprised, the only words you two have ever really exchanged were a couple awkward ‘hello’s and ‘how are you’s

“you don’t have to apologize to me, taehyung, i’m just trying not to get you evicted!!!”

they both chuckle at that but are suddenly interrupted by jungkook’s phone buzzing

jungkook’s hand dives into his pocket and his other hand shields his phone from taehyung’s prying eyes

taehyung teases him about it. “what? is it another one of your little girlfriends?”

your ears perk up at the new info

NEW INFO ALERT

jungkook actually gets bitches?

truth or lie?

there’s no way bruh

or is he so bitchless that it’s become an inside joke ?

like he’s pretty cute you’ll admit that much

but he looks like he’ll combust any second when talking to a woman???

“you talk too much…” jungkook mumbles as he gets up from the floor, wiping his sweatpants clean after shoving his phone back into his pocket

you take the opportunity to tease the younger one, the guy that’s always too shy to look into your eyes for longer than 3 seconds

“oh, you get down like that?”

jungkook’s head turns to you after the words leave your mouth and for the first time, he doesn’t look awkward or shy to be engaging in eye contact with you

his eyes slowly drag down your body, lingering on your bare thighs

you almost jerk at the intensity of his gaze but you compose yourself, it’s just jungkook.

like he literally looks like he gets boners from just getting on a bus

just as he parts his lips to answer, his phone starts ringing again

“see y’all later.” with that, he walks out of taehyung’s flat

hm. that was

weird?

different???

tae glances over at you, a wiggle in his brows and a smirk on his lips. “he’s definitely gonna go get his dick sucked.”

you scrunch your nose up at his words. “i don’t need to know that.”

you can’t help it though. you’re a bit surprised

jeon jungkook???

having SEX???

WITH AN ACTUAL PERSON?

that does not sound logical to you whatsoever

he’s top 3 students in his year, he’s quiet and awkward. he plays video games, is obsessed with anime and is always covered in head to toe.

like that time you all went swimming and he was the only one wearing one of those damn rash guards.

with the amount of time he spends on discord you think he might have a discord kitten but that’s as much pussy he’s gonna get

in your opinion, he’s literally a pussy repeller. an anti pussy magnet. a bitchless los–

“what are you thinking about?” taehyung snaps you out of your thoughts.

shit

SHIT

you weren’t listening to a word he just said.

you raise your brows slightly. you contemplate speaking your mind but then you remember it’s just taehyung.

tae and you go way back and he’s one of your closest friends

you shouldn’t feel awkward to ask him anything that’s on your mind

“does he actually get laid?”

there’s a quick beat of silence

“why? you interested?” he smirks and wiggles his brows at you.

he’s so annoying

“gross.”

he laughs as he gets up from his seat on the floor and falls down next to you on the bed.

“you look surprised.”

“tae, he literally looks like he’ll bust a vein whenever he talks to me.”

taehyung laughs and shakes his head. “nah, joon and i told him to keep his claws off our beloved friend.”

there’s a scrunch in your brows as you process the new info.

NEW INFO ALERT

claws ???

off YOU?????

you don’t know whether to be amused or offended

you shake your head in disbelief. there’s no way he just said that

“you actually think that kid has a chance with me?”

tae glances at you with a tilt to his head.

he shrugs his shoulders. “either way. don’t pay him any mind.”

now you’re intrigued because no matter how believable taehyung seems, you still don’t believe it.

you refuse to believe it

he’s too

EUUGHHH??

you can’t describe it

and to think that they THINK he has a CHANCE with YOU???

absolutely fucking mindboggling

“you seem like you don’t believe me,” he laughs but then returns his attention to his phone. “i forget that you don’t really know jungkook that well.”

just as you part your lips to say something, taehyung adds, “hm. maybe it’s better that way.”

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[marsdontbesade]

⋆♱✮♱⋆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 ⋆♱✮♱

𝒕𝒆𝒌𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 (𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆):

jin kazama & lars alexandersson: 'tragic hero' lovers - depressed, traumatised emo kid with only one thing on his mind: revenge. and a swedish rebel leader who's a hopeless romantic. the first most likely would not form a relationship to avoid inevitable bad luck if anything happened to you, considering he's at literal warfare with his father and grandfather. or because he just isn't interested. the latter would be the only one within these men who'd actually take a liking to you openly as he is the least hostile male member of the Mishima family. you'd notice the first at a dojo, practicing his skills or sitting alone somewhere in a quiet area. you're obviously the one to approach him first, which starts out as a failure because he really isn't interested in you....yet. or just isn't. aaand you're also disturbing his peace. but let's just say hypothetically, if you were lucky enough and you somehow caught his eyes, he'll be captivated. he'll hide it and try to suppress those feelings of course but it's inescapable and now you've just stained the insides of that man's brain forever. for lars, it's unsure where and how you meet up, though he's probably more interested in an anime girl cyborg (jk jk). but when you get his attention, you'd sent his heart a-throbbing.

when these men loves you, they'll love hard. you hold a deep place in their soul, more than anyone else. jin's stoicism makes it hard for him to express, but he really fucking loves you. he'll try to act affectionate, like small subtle compliments or just being slightly more lenient with you. he's also the type of guy to give one of those 'fatal' hugs like as if he just saved you from something or if he had to leave you to go somewhere. but other than that, he'll keep his loving minimal as he's a shy guy. lars would be the same but with a less fragile approach; he'd just be more willing to be around you until you get the gist. they'd protect you as much, beyond their own capabilities, to keep you safe from their havoc lives. jin is literally the same guy who went & sent the earth into absolute hell to wake up a 1000 year old demon to kill his father and paternal grandfather. if you think he wouldn't do something similar for your love, you're dead wrong. when he avenges, he avenges almighty, and he'll sacrifice his life for you. and with lars, he'll do the same, minus the demon part &lt;3

kazuya mishima: 'stone cold' lover - emotionally inept, stoic manly man; he's not the lovey-dovey type. he's a very busy man, his mind will be more occupied on world domination and ending his bloodline than 'petty romance'. but if you manage to win this man's heart, he'd be a sucker for you. he loves you, dearly,, severely, it's just... he's just not an emotional guy. sure, he's not completely devoid of intimacy and sensitivity, but his overall manly ego prevents him from embracing such things. you probably notice him as you were working at his company. neither of you would approach at first (you're afraid him and he's just probably insecure that'll make him look unprofessional). he'd dote you in secret, maybe say some subliminally caring things under the guise of 'chivalry' and his authoritative position as a ceo. he'll make sure security is always with you or himself. then when the relationship further, he'll let his guard down little by little, like he'll start holding the small of your back, or make sure you're pampered; buying you little gifts and all. and if he's feeling really good, he might even throw in flirts and compliments here and there. slap on the ass, even, with a mischievous smirk. but other than that, the most romantic things you'll ever hear from this man is his impending plans to kill his son. yippee.

lee chaolan: 'ceo/sugar daddy' lover - silver-haired demon. handsome, charming, luxurious, chic, rich ceo. founder of robotics conglomerate, Violet Systems, this man is the typical socialite nepo-baby, "born" into wealth. he carries and alludes an air of luxury, old money richness, preppy stoicism, vanity and eccentricity. he'd notice you if you were working for him in his company, probably as a biotech scientist or as his intern. he'd find you interesting and approach you. since this guy is already such a sweet talker, you'll quickly swoon over him and fall in love. lee as a lover would be every woman's dream come true. he's successful, a gentleman, educated, a professional fighter, owns a billion dollar industry, and is godly attractive. what more could anyone possibly want?

he's a very romantic guy, very. he'll always treat you right, any day, any time. take you out on expensive dates & holidays, buy you gifts, pamper you up with spa trips, give you money whenever you want, romance you like no other. you'll never want a another man again once you win him. he is the dream guy ™ .

#tekken #tekken 7 #tekken 8 #jin kazama #lee chaolan #kazuya mishima #Mishimas #* #headcanon #lee #jin #kazuya #x reader #gn reader #tekken 6 #kazuya x reader #jin kazama x reader #lars alexandersson x reader #lee chaolan x reader #lars alexandersson #lars

[chipichopi]

💚🐉Dragons and Flowers🌼💛

A self ship with Mei Dragon the dragon girl (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

So much self shippers artist inspired me for so long but never actually dared to draw my sona with a character that I really like ♡

The first time I watched Lego Monkie Kid, Mei was one the first characters that caught my attention because of her personality and the green colors just fist so well 💚 (and also because she's literally from a dragon family and make it pretty epic 😳)

The personality of my sona would be more the opposite more calm and quiet but that's another reason to draw more of this content ☆

Even if Mei loves energy times I have the little headcanon she has her chill time and that's when my sona comes, listening to her ramblings and then going to the arcade.

Would be like- if there's a date it could be both of those scenarios and then ending sending memes on chat because my sona would totally be doing that XD

It's been so long since I don't so this and one of the first time I post something new like this...just one question for the self shippers, how do you do this without ending up a blushing mess care to tell me your experiences? (⁄ ⁄•⁄__⁄•⁄ ⁄) jk

I do have more headcanons about them, thanks for all the artist who inspired me to do a self shipping! ♡♡♡

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(♡likes and reblogs are very appreciated, thank you so much!♡)

#self ship #self shipping #lego monkie kid mei #lmk mei #mei dragon #lego monkie kid #lmk #sona #oc #original chatacter #chipi #artist on tumblr #my drawings #traditional drawing #traditional art #traditional #drawing #my oc #cute #dragon #art #self insert #oc x canon

[manias-wordcount]

Hello it's my first time requesting ^^

Can I request Sett hcs with a child! Reader (platonically ofc because I lack a father figure jk)

Father Figure HCs (Sett)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘄. 𝗶 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗵𝗲 <𝟯 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗱/𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗯𝗿𝗼

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

When he met you, he wasn’t too fond of you

It’s not that he hates kids per say…He’s fine with a little rascal here and there if they can prove their worth

But you were so different from Sett when he was younger. Less rowdy and not as strong

But honestly? That’s why you grew on him so quickly after that

And so Sett is the type of father figure that will spend hours and hours teaching you the correct way to knock someone out with one punch

Only to not let you ever get in a fight yourself

Of course, he doesn’t actually fight any of the other 10 years old you have beef with

But he does have a bad habit of standing behind you menacingly with his arms crossed when things are getting heated between you an old bully

But besides teaching you how to fight (and bringing you as the guest of honor to one of his fights) he’s more than content with just spending time with you

On days you’re both looking for an adventure, he’ll take you around the town and show you all his favorite places he used to visit when he was a kid

And where he used to cause the most trouble too

On days you’re both looking for something quiet and relaxing but you still wanted to spend some time together, he’ll take you fishing 

Even though he’s really, really, REALLY bad at it HAHAHAH

If you came home from school really upset about something, he’ll take you to a place downtown and get you fed as he listens to you complain about middle school drama LMAOO

At the very least, he looks like a good listener. His advice though? Not always the best

When you’re happy or accomplished something big, Sett is the first person to take you out for ice cream and put you on his shoulders to let you know he’s proud

And naturally, all his men know about you and not to mess with you

But over time, they learned that you were here to stay and you weren’t that bad to have running around between their legs

Why else would they call you mini boss?

Now if only your parents could get over the fact that you spend your homework time hanging around one of Ionia’s biggest crimelords…

#sett #sett x reader #lol #league of legends #lol x reader #league of legends x reader #league x reader #league of legends fanfic #league of legends fanfiction #lol fanfic #lol fanfiction #league fanfic #league fanfiction #x reader #xreader #fanfic #fanfiction #sett league of legends #sett league #sett lol

[bonny-kookoo]

Would you consider writing a smut-shot of singler father JK, meeting shy! Y/N (who's his kids teacher) & falling head over heels / developing a crush on / for her ?

Hm... I've not maxed out the dilf!kook's yet so sure! (might even write more for this one cause he's cute bye) also this one is a lot lighter than my other smut-shots!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 🔞

Jeon Yuri is a little ball of sunshine, but oddly enough only when it comes to you. It's only natural that her father Jungkook is so friendly with you, right? It's normal that he's always close at your side at the schools little events here and there, right? And it's totally normal that he's inviting you to his place for dinner, while Yuri stays at his brother's place.. Right?

Tags/Warnings: Dilf!Jungkook, mentions of infidelity (past), single dad AU, friends? To lovers in a way I don't know either, smut, duh, romantic smut tho, cunnilingus or as I would call it his dinner after your dinner wink wink, protected sex cause he's got a kid already, very fluffy, very soft, much comfort

Jungkook likes that you try hard to make school anything but boring.

Apart from the regular classes, you organize a lot of activities for the kids in order to help them socialize and connect school to something good- which helped Yuri settle into the new environment quickly. She's a bit shy, quiet, soft spoken and a bit withdrawn due to her stuttering issue- so naturally, Jungkook had been more than just a little worried when she finally started elementary school.

But, to his surprise; his daughter had returned to him as he'd picked her up with a bright smile and a new little booklet- her sticker book as she'd eagerly explained to him.

When she had talked to him day in day out about you, her main teacher, he had imagined maybe an elderly lady, with a lot of experience and maybe kids of her own. You seemed nice, understanding that he was a busy man, often unable to meet her in person, and he was grateful for it. Yuri blossomed into a social kid, her birthday party bustling with kids her age she considered her friends now- and he internally almost cried when he noticed the way everyone around her would quiet down and let his little girl talk, never making fun if she took longer for a word to finally come out clear- and they later proudly explained that it's what you'd taught them to do.

He had to thank you.

So when Yuri told him about the sports event you'd organized for the class, he'd asked immediately to help- hell, he was a boxing coach, he surely knew a thing or two about sports!

What he didn't prepare for, was that you weren't at all an elderly lady in her mid 40's with kids of her own. No; when little Yuri excitedly pulled his hand for him to meet her teacher, he had his breath knocked out harder than ever before in any boxing match he'd had;

You were gorgeous, pretty sundress and shy smile, and you couldn't have been any older than himself.

"oh, Mister Jeon! Im glad I finally get to meet you." you say, bowing politely and he himself almost chokes on his own saliva as he forgets to return the gesture.

"ah yeah, thanks- I'm sorry I've not been able to attend any events up until now." he apologizes, though you simply nod with a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear as the wind picks up a little.

"no, it's fine, I understand completely." you say. "and how are you Yuri? Dahye and Nayoung are already asking for you." you tell the young girl who jumps a bit up and down while clinging to her father's arm. You have to admit that you didnt expect her father to look anything like he actually does; with tattoos on full display, black t-Shirt doing little to hide the toned body underneath. He's pierced, he's attractive, he screams everything you've daydreamed in your own school days-

He looks exactly like the kind of guys that dont want anything to do with a shy bookish thing like yourself.

"Go, I'll be right here." jungkook offers, and Yuri finally nods before she runs off to meet her friends. "I- thanks a lot." he says yet again, and you turn around and look a bit confused.

Cute.

"Her stutter has improved a lot. Im glad she's finally coming out of her shell, and I think it's mostly because of your efforts." he explains, and you wave him off.

"ah, I guess I just saw myself in her a little. I had similar problems, so I simply did what I could've needed as a child her age." you tell him, and he nods with a smile. He can probably tell you were an awkward kid. Now he probably thinks even less of you.

But he simply carries on conversation the entire day, helping you keep the kids in check while also offering his help for any upcoming events or projects you'd like to organize.

He's nice, you think. Too bad that's all there is to it.

Fast forward several months, and you have a feeling that something's up with Jungkook.

He's dancing around something whenever he talks to you, never really saying what he wants to say- until finally, today, he's spilling what he's been trying to say for days. "I.. Would you like to maybe join me for Dinner tonight?" he asks, as you're packing up your things in the classroom. At first, you want to shrug and say yes, maybe he wants to talk to you about something- but oddly enough, you don't think that's his intention.

Yuri had told you she's spending the weekend at her uncle's place. And the way the man across from you squirms a bit in his spot, tells you that he's shooting for a.. Date?

"are you asking me for a date, mister Jeon?" you ask, and he plays a bit with his lip ring, before he nods.

"I am. Is that weird?" he wonders, and your cheeks turn a bit red at that.

"I- no, well, yes-" you struggle, before throwing your bag over your shoulder, holding it close. "-I.. I am very sorry, but I'm not one for one-night-stands or anything of that nature-"

"no no no!" he instantly panics, before running a hand through his hair. "I actually.. Listen I kind of really want to get to know you, as a person, not just a hit and run kind of thing, promise!" he vows, and after a small moment, you nod.

"okay." you say, and his shoulders droop, before he visibly realizes you've accepted his offer.

"yes? Yes! Fuck yeah- I mean heck yeah, I mean-" he slowly walks backwards out of your classroom, bright grin on his face as he claps his hands once in victory. "okay, yeah, I'll- I'll see you at 5- no! I'll pick you up at 5? Send me your address I'll pick you up!" he rambles, before he speedwalks out of the school building, leaving you grinning like a schoolgirl by yourself.

Maybe he's not that kind of guy.

Honestly? You don't care if he's that kind of guy.

You've never had the pleasure of being screwed in someone's kitchen like in some K-Drama final episode- and right now, thats exactly what seems to be happening.

He's a really good cook, you've got to say. He put great effort in what he'd prepared, and it just felt right to help him wash the dishes afterwards. He'd told you about his ex girlfriend trying to bind him to herself by basically doing the old safety-pin to the condom trick; ending up pregnant, and giving birth to Yuri. And it had worked for a good while, until he'd found out about her infidelity and various other things she'd done to him- sabotaging his career and life being only two of them, his broken trust and heart not even to mention.

And after a long court case, he'd gained sole custody of the little girl, but not much changed after. If anything, he'd raised her on his own from the very start anyways, the only thing changing that her mother finally moved out of his apartment, out of his life, out of his heart.

Making space for someone sweet like you.

And fuck are you sweet- from the genuine compliments to the cute breathless moans that are escaping you as he kisses you silly- sitting on the counter while his hands roam the expanse of your naked thighs around his waist. He's worried he might be going too fast- after all, this could paint the wrong picture for you. "baby- love, we should slow down-" he tries, but you chase after his lips, shaking your head in adorable stubbornness. "no?" he chuckles, and you blush, before he angles his head just right, tongue finally being granted access for an even deeper kiss.

He could happily continue this for hours. Kissing her had never felt like this.

So it's not surprising that his dinner becomes extended as he eats you out for dessert, uncaring of how uncomfortable his knees feel on his hard kitchen tiles. No, how could he, when you just sound so mesmerizing saying his name? Finally dropping the whole formal shit, instead breathing his name with so much desperation on your tongue that he can't help but flick his own a little more eagerly, kitten licking you to your release; strong hands more than capable of keeping your legs open even when they start to tremble from oversensitivity.

He doesn't want it to end just yet.

So you both somehow end up in his bed; the one place he'd never dared to bring any women to ever again- unless someone like you would show up. He knows it's probably rushed to high heavens, but he can't seem to care. The bedroom is dark, only sound coming from the two of you and occasional thrusts from him that turn a bit more rough- and you feel so so cherished.

Truth is, your sex life until now had been nothing but.. Basic.

But all of this, felt exciting, it made you feel wanted, and by someone like him of all people. The way he'd willingly and without any complaint eaten you out in his kitchen of all places was something you believed only to exist in movies and porn- but he's right there, breathing heavy as he steadily pushes his hips into you, hands so gentle as they touch you carefully.

It's a little more intimate than what had happened before in the kitchen, a little more slow and steady and comforting. From the way he doesn't forget to make sure you come first, to the simple fact that he holds you close after discarding his condom. "jungkook-" you mumble, and he shakes his head, kissing the top of your head.

"not yet. I'll let you go in a second-" he hums out. "-just.. Not yet."

"I just really need to pee-" you say, and he sighs defeated, letting you race into the bathroom to do your business. He doesn't know what he's scared of- that you maybe realize what just happened was way too quick and out of the blue. Maybe you think he's an asshole only out for this? He's not. He wants you to even stay the night-

But he doesn't know how to ask.

But when you return, you're wearing a playful pout, and his shirt- baggy on your frame, but it suits you perfectly he realizes.

"I think you broke the zipper of my dress." you huff out as you sit on his bed, bouncing a bit from the way you'd jumped on the mattress- making him smile as he leans up on his elbow, head resting in his palm while his free hand softly runs up your thigh starting from the bare skin of your knee- before he stops at the hem of his shirt.

"you look better in this anyways." he shrugs, jokes, and you smile with that cute blush, making him smile as well.

Because it seems like he doesn't have to ask at all-

You got his message loud and clear.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #bts smut #jungkook smut #dilf jungkook

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"Now I have to remember you for longer than I have known you" Sorry, I make my self sad imagining Steve standing by the grave stone they put up for Eddie even though they couldn't bury him

GOD Anon just stab me next time, it would be kinder. (Jk jk I love this actually, thank you for blessing me with it) I've never cried while writing something until now, so I hope you're proud of yourself. Somehow this ended up being 1.1k so it's going under a cut. <3 This one does not have a happy ending folks, it's all just Steve being sad at Eddie's grave.

Steve feels almost awkward as he stands before the makeshift grave. He says makeshift because- can it really be a proper grave when there's no body to inhabit it? When it's just a slab of stone with some words on it, marking an empty plot of land?

He doesn't think it does, but it will have to do, will have to be good enough to bear the weight of their grief.

He'd brought Dustin by earlier, had stood off a little ways as the kid sat and talked to the stone, just like he had watched Max do- God, last month. Just last month when they'd nearly lost little Red, and the thought of that is what kept him closer to Dustin, the latent paranoia clinging to him like a second skin at just the idea of it happening again.

But Dustin is fine. He'd talked to the rock for nearly half an hour before Steve drove him back home, left him with his mother and a crushing hug. And then Steve had- gone back.

It's only been a week since it's been set into place, a chunk of stone resting on solid ground that the others have all visited in turn, trying to turn their grief for their lost friend into words, trying to unload their emotions onto something tangible.

This is the first time Steve has been here alone, and he- he doesn't even know if he should be. He hadn't known Eddie, not like the boys had and- and maybe that's the problem. For the first time in his life, Steve feels like something has slipped through his fingers, and he doesn't know what to do about it.

He sits on the grass, cross-legged in front of the stone, and reaches out to brush his fingers over the granite.

"Um, hi Eddie. I know everyone else has kind of had their turn just, uh. Just sitting out here and talking to you. I know we weren't really friends, but- but I wanted-"

Steve frowns, his fingers press into the stone as his free hand clenches around nothing.

"I don't- I'm not great with- with words. Not like the way Dustin described you. Fucking wordsmith he called you, whatever- whatever that actually means. And that- that's what fucking sucks about this whole thing, is that I won't- I'll never get to see that in action myself. Dustin talked about you so much, always saying how great you are- were-"

The slip-up stops him cold, and he sniffs, brings his free hand up to rub at his nose and keeps the other firm against the headstone.

"I have this, uh, memory. Of you. Right after you transferred into Hawkins Middle, and you were just so quiet and- and you got picked on, of course, because you were new, you were a stranger. And then one day you jumped in front of Danny Matthews who was just going crazy on this 6th grader, and you-"

Steve stops to laugh wetly, the memory still so vivid, even to this day. "You fucking bit him, and you told him that you had rabies and he- he went fucking crying to the principal. You got in so much trouble, but from that day on you never let that stop you from standing up for other kids.

"I was thinking about that the other day. How I've known about you for years, but never interacted with you. I was always too worried about what people would say about me. You know, Dustin is the one who really, finally broke me out of that mindset. And yeah, okay, he was trying to talk me into dating Robin, but- He's right, that little shit. It doesn't fucking matter anymore.

"So when- when everything went down with you- When we found you, I kind of had that in the back of my mind, because you were- you were both the kid I admired and someone I didn't know at all. And then I got to spend that week getting to know you, like for real, and you were everything Dustin said and more, and now-"

He takes a shuddering breath and scrubs at his face, finally lifting his hand from the stone to wipe at the tears that are starting to fall.

"Now I have to remember you for longer than I've known you, and it's not- it's not fair, Eddie."

A sob rips through him unbidden, and the floodgates open with it. Steve curls in on himself as his chest heaves and he gasps into his hands. He speaks around it as best he can, needing to get the words out before he drains himself completely.

"It's not- it's not fair that you can just come in- into my life like a fucking whirlwind before just- just vanishing. You gave me just a fucking taste of what it's like to know you, and that- that's what I have to live with for the rest of my life."

Steve sobs into his hands as he thinks about the what ifs, the impossible possibilities that have plagued him for weeks since they were forced to leave Eddie's body behind in that absolute hellscape. The 'Maybe's and the 'I should have's and the 'If only's that have been growing and stewing inside of Steve finally take their chance to claw to the surface, ripping out of him in something that grows too close to hyperventilation, but he doesn't fight it.

He lets it happen, lets every little want and wish and regret flow through him here, lets them all drip down between his fingers to land on the gravestone of someone who should not be dead. Who should be alive and happy and with Steve. He cries for something he lost before he ever even got close to having it.

At the end of it all he feels hollow, like a deflated balloon that's been discarded, just waiting to be trampled on. And yet. He's also lighter, like something inside him has shaken loose and he's finally able to breathe freely for the first time in weeks.

He cleans his face on the sleeve of his jacket, makes a mental note to wash it when he gets home, and just. Looks down at the slab before him. It's pretty traditional, and Steve thinks Eddie might hate how boring it is, but it's enough for now. It has to be.

Steve presses a kiss to the tips of his fingers before he reaches down and brushes them against the marker, smiling softly at the "Son, Friend, Rockstar" that adorns the stone. "I'll be back next week, Eddie. See you then, okay?"

#anon im kissing you for this idea #i hope you like it because i really love it actually #literally got home from work and smashed this out #currently 2am tho so it's going in the queue #steddie fic #steve harrington #joey writes #stranger things #ficlet

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[iii.] ᵃ ʷᵃʳᵐ, ˢᵗⁱᶠˡⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵉᵃ

serial killer!jade leech x female!reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, r18 implications, violence, brief mention of blood, alcohol/intoxication chapter ii│chapter iii (you are here)│chapter iv

Today’s Thought - Merfolk are reminded of humans when they find artifacts and skeletal remains scattered in shipwrecks. I once happened upon a pair of shoes floating on rocky waters, and not too far below the surface was the corpse. Humans often strip themselves of their second skin when they are in peril. Death carves at the fragile, eroding stonework of their minds and it produces a tragic sculpture that’s haunting to behold.

“A certain strawberry devil ranted to me about how you ought to submit your app. It was so bad I felt like I was the one getting lectured.” With a sharp tut, Cater adds in the best condescending tone he can muster, “Shame on you. You’re the worst. You’ll be cursed for a thousand years and more for such a heinous crime. Or maybe I should say you’ll lose your head instead? This is Riddle we’re talking about and that’s basically his catchphrase.” 

Scoffing, you snuff your laughter and drag the dainty nail polish brush along your fingernail. At once it’s stained in brilliant gold, a color so rich it mirrors all things wealthy and elegant—expensive finery, the retreating sun in a cotton candy sky, the polished prestige of valiant knights who don silver and return to aureate statues honoring their legacy. 

“Yeah, he got on my case this morning. Nothing new.” 

“That’s Riddle for ya. He’s had his entire life laid out since birth and now he’s going to try to mend yours. He was like that when we were in school. Always chartering courses for our academics and stuff like some pilot. All aboard Riddle Airlines, where your journey’s filled with beheadings and rules and crazy pressure! Honestly, it was a little overwhelming…” 

“First of all, keep me as far away from Riddle Airlines as possible. And secondly, who said my life needed mending?” 

“Not me,” he says in a teasing sing-song. “Seriously, though. If you don’t wanna work there, tell him. Riddle won’t know how you feel unless you let him know what's up, point-blank. TBH, it’s starting to look like you enjoy it when he scolds you. Who knew my adorable (Name) was such a devilish masochist! Where was this when we first met?” 

“Hah. You wish. I’m just glad Riddle and I are on talking terms again, even if most of it’s work-related. It’s still surprising he moved all the way out here. I wasn’t expecting he’d work at DD either.”

“Right?! It was way too impulsive! One day he calls me—completely out of the blue—and asks what you were doing with your life. I told him he should just text you to get the latest scoop, but he was so insistent that it had to be me. Eventually I gave in and shared the goss, and a week later he declared he was moving.”

“What’d you tell him?” You spread your fingers to inspect your iridescent nails. 

“I said you were getting married to a rich man who swept you off your feet, and the two of you will live in a big house and have three kids.” 

“Knowing Riddle, he probably believed it.”

Cater barks out a laugh. “JK. I said you’re working at DD and that you’re finishing your degree. That’s all.”

“Huh.”

“You don’t sound very convinced. What? Don’t tell me you think I’d give him the full truth. It pains me that you have such little faith in your bestie.”

“You didn’t, right?”

“Of course not. Riddle doesn’t need to know. Actually, what have you been up to lately? I never know anymore.”

“Says Mr. Magicam. You always know what’s going on.”

“Aha! Guilty as charged, Your Honor.”

Your hand lowers on your lap and you lean back against the headboard of your bed. For a minute you listen to the ticking clock on your nightstand while the cloying stench of nail polish assaults your nostrils. Cater doesn’t say anything and instead chooses to wallow in the silence with you. Eventually, you inhale a quiet breath and tap your phone until it’s brightened to show the outgoing call counting out every second. It breaches the ten minute mark. 

“Could you do me a favor?”

“Anything for you.”

“If Riddle asks about me or my life again, tell him everything’s fine.”

“Done and done! You can count on Cay Cay. Just know that he’ll continue to worry no matter what I tell him.”

“I wish he wouldn’t,” you mumble, blowing on your nails in hopes of getting them to dry faster. “Do you think gold suits me?”

“Oh? Is someone going out? What a shame. And here I was getting ready to pop the age-old question.”

“Karaoke can wait. This is important.”

“No fair. I really wanted to duet with you. Some friends are coming in tonight, too. I was gonna make it a big thing.” The faux dejection in his tone has you imagining the accompanying pout. “Is it that guy again?” 

“He wants to get dinner and I forgot to buy groceries. And if I’m getting a free meal out of it, why should I decline?” 

“Using your resources wisely. Good for you,” he praises. “So what’re you wearing?”

“A black dress.”

“Have fun at your funeral. Don’t you want to wear something brighter? The sun sets in an hour, lovely.”

“It’s cute, okay! I’ll video call right now and you’ll see what I mean.” 

“I believe you.” Cater’s face appears on the screen moments later and you struggle to hold your phone without ruining your still-drying nails. He peers at you and when you catch his gaze he winks. “Where’s the dress? All I see is a cutie.”

“Gross.”

“You’re so harsh on your bestie! Cut me some slack! Can’t I shower you with my platonic affection?” 

“Yeah, sure. Anyway, look. It’s cute, right?” Flipping the camera, you present Cater with a view of the strapless, thigh-length dress as it hangs off of your doorknob. He whistles playfully. “I have to put in some effort at the very least and this is the only fancy-looking dress in my closet. I’ll find a necklace or a bracelet to match and then we’ll be good to go.”

“It’s a pretty dress for a pretty lady. I’ll give ya that. Why black and gold, though? I thought you said this guy was into sailor aesthetics.”

“He is. He likes cutesy stuff like that. Lace and frills and summery dresses. But it’s not like I can show up to a five-star restaurant in sailor lingerie.” You heave an exhausted sigh while he cackles at the mental image of you turning up half-nude to a fine-dining establishment. “I can’t afford most of what he can, so I’m trying to look rich. And… Well.”

“What?”

“I don’t feel rich.” 

“You know what they say. Fake it until you make it, cupcake. Are you worried he’ll make you foot the bill if you don’t look the part?” 

“No. But I’ve been thinking about ending things with him and I want to look somewhat presentable so he won’t judge me when I break up with him after dinner.” 

“Dine and dash? More like dine and dump. Rest in pieces, mystery guy’s heart. You’ll be remembered… But why now? Isn’t he rich? You could hang onto him for a few more months—at least until you graduate and he’s paid off your student loans.” 

It’s not real love. 

“He can’t reach all the right spots,” you admit with a sheepish laugh. 

“That’s all? Oh, how I mourn for you…” 

And I hate burdening him with the thought that it might be. 

“I read an article about a murder that happened near your workplace. What was it called again? The Devil’s Dignity? Death? Delicacy?” 

“It’s The Devil’s Delight, and they’re saying the body was dumped there. So technically he wasn’t killed under the boardwalk.”

“Regardless, that still means someone killed and disposed of a human being.” Azul sips at his lemon water, a grim frown turning his lips down. Amidst the chatter in the palatial restaurant and the jazz band that plays notes so suave and mellow they’re practically musical caramel, your date fits into the puzzle with flawless grace. You wonder if you look as out of place as you currently feel. “It could have been you. You should be more conscious of your surroundings.” 

“It’s not going to be me. Whoever killed that man has no reason to come after me. I’m working minimum wage, I don’t have any rich relatives, I’m not worth any ransom, and I don’t have anything that can be used against me in exchange for my life. No kids, no spouse, no safe filled with a crazy, worth-killing-for inheritance. I’ll be fine.”

“There doesn’t have to be a reason. You could’ve been accessible. An easy target.” He shakes his head and sighs, setting his glass on the pristine tablecloth. “It’s too dangerous out there. You’re better off moving in with me. I recently upgraded my security system, so if anyone does come after you you’ll be safe.”

“But I already have an apartment.” You lift a butter knife from the table and run your fingernail along the blunt, serrated edges. “Besides, living together is a little…permanent. Wouldn’t it bother you if we were roommates? I’m noisy and I stay up late. I’m also unorganized and—”

“I'm aware, but what’s mine is yours. I welcome your company, no matter how noisy and unorganized it may be, with open arms.” Your silence doesn’t seem to be the answer he’s searching for because he clears his throat and schools his expression into something serious. “You’d be much closer to school and there are lots of things to do in the city. Job opportunities are plentiful.”

“I’m going to work at an aquarium.”

“Really?” Azul quirks an eyebrow. 

Wringing your hands under the table, you gaze at the golden chandelier that hangs overhead, light winking from each individual crystal like perfectly whitened fangs. “I already submitted my app and I’ve been waiting to hear back from them. So I can’t make any promises until I get a response. Sorry…” 

“No, no. I completely understand. You’re chasing your dreams, after all. It would be rude if I intervened.” 

It looks like there’s more he wants to say, but with the sudden arrival of the waiter any addition goes unspoken and interrupted. You set the knife in its rightful place while he decorates the table with your dishes. A delicious aroma wafts from the meticulously arranged portion, and it looks so picturesque that you can’t help snapping a photo while the waiter drones on about each meal and how it was prepared. You doubt the salad Azul ordered was a painstaking process, but your dish resembles an art piece swiped from a museum and recreated in food form. 

What did I even order again?

Tiny, bite-sized balls of meat have been grilled to perfection, a thin layer of grated mozzarella has been sprinkled over it like snowfall, and in the center of the dish, sitting piled amidst a black sauce, is spaghetti with a basil garnish. The creative display reminds you of tiny meat planets orbiting a pasta sun. 

“An aquarium,” Azul says after a few minutes of watching you poke at your meal, sip from your white wine, and avoid eye contact like it’s a loaded gun pointed directly at your head. “You’re studying marine biology, aren’t you? What exactly would you like to do at this aquarium?” 

“Train dolphins. No. Actually, I want to rehabilitate injured sea creatures.” You stab a chunk of meat and bring it to your lips. “Maybe live on a boat to study merfolk? Or coral reefs? Sea conservation?” 

“In other words, you haven’t the faintest clue.” His blunt declaration squeezes a laugh out of you and he sighs. “(Name), I want to help you achieve your goals. I think marine biology is a wonderful fit for you, but you can’t just skate through your degree without a solid plan. Do you want to travel abroad for your job? Do you want to settle down and live with me instead? These are questions that need answers.”

“Wait. What?” You gaze at his hand as it crawls across the table and settles atop yours like a spider cornering the unfortunate fly that fell into its dainty web. “Azul?” 

“I want to do everything I can to support you so that you’ll find the success you deserve. But I worry about you. When you live in such a grimy hovel—excuse me, a cramped apartment—and you’re barely making enough to survive… I can’t turn a blind eye to that. You know you can lean on me whenever you want. No matter what happens, I will always lend you my hand. And I hope that you’ll take it when it’s offered.”

His arm retreats from you and he reaches into the depths of his blazer, his overbearing determination freezing you to your seat. You’re not quite sure if this is the moment where all of your fears erupt and overflow like molten magma, so ferociously hot that it chars your insides and leaves your heart in ashes, but it certainly feels reminiscent of a situation on the verge of a volcanic eruption. 

Bathed in the ethereal aqua from the tropical fish aquarium, a massive display that sits in the very center of the room and stretches towards the ceiling, Azul cradles something small and cube-shaped in his palm. Before you can excuse yourself from the table, the urge to flee to the washroom more present than ever, he rises from his seat and lowers to the floor, one knee propped against the marbled tile. You stand as well and, painted in cobalt hues, it’s as if you’ve found yourself at the sea floor, shackled amidst waterlogged sailors. Fish peer at you as they pass, curious enough to watch from afar but not wishing to get between you and your date.  

If you thought you were on the verge of death before, your heart is already flatlining and lava is streaming from the volcano, snapping at your heels like the red-hot jaws of a famished devil. 

Azul is an angel in his fine suit—the king of pure, everlasting sugar snow—and he bows before you, a princess hailing from a land in shambles. Like the decrepit, abandoned ruins that reside within your chest, you want nothing more than to crumble into dust. Regret drives a stake into your side when the velvet box props open, revealing a sparkling ring with a cornflower sapphire positioned in sterling silver so glossy it reflects your shock. If such a moment can be classified as otherworldly, then you certainly feel alienated amongst Azul and the many onlookers who turn in their seats to ogle at the touching spectacle. 

“I know we promised we wouldn’t let this get too emotional,” he says, his usually debonair expression fraught with bashfulness. Hesitating for a single breath, he removes the ring from its silken coffin. Your heart sinks all the way down to your stomach, nestling amongst your intestines like a worm desperate to evade the ravenous bird that pecks at it. “But everything you do makes me feel so… Well, so emotional. There’s a better word for that, surely, but when I’m with you I lose all forms of coherency and I feel like the luckiest creature in all of this vast world. I’m honored to have met you, but I would be even more honored if you’d continue to stay by my side. Not as a friend, not as a benefit, but as mine to love. Forever and always.”

You’re trapped under the intensity in his stare as your eyes dart to and fro, searching for an escape route. Azul’s gentle voice pulls you back, a reminder that this is a reality in which you can’t just conveniently disappear from. 

“(Name), will you marry me?”

Raw horror prickles your skin when the ring winks at you in the dim light, a reminder that you’re stuck on this stage until the curtains fall. You glance at the people who watch with bated breath, eyes wide and prying. As if a noose has been fastened tightly around your neck, you lose the ability to speak and are instead forced to open and close your mouth like you’re gasping for oxygen in a tumultuous sea. You’ve always enjoyed the whirlwind of luxury that envelops you when you’re with Azul, and you’ve admired the way in which he operates with mounting adoration. But you’ve never once considered marriage. The both of you made an oath two years ago—a sacred vow that must never be broken no matter the circumstance.

You meet his unwavering stare. “Play along. Say you’ll marry me,” he whispers with a wink. In a much louder voice, he adds, “My love for you isn’t a sickness. If anything, it’s the cure-all to loneliness. I’d like to be your panacea, if you’ll allow it.” 

“I…” Tears well in your eyes and your lip quivers. “Of course I’ll marry you. I…love you, Azul.”

Those words cauterize your tongue, branding you as a liar. 

As delicate as a butterfly, Azul slides the ring onto your finger. You stare at it, and when he embraces you it feels as if you’re merely a statue of yourself—a vacant ghost who cannot return to the mortal coil she was once bound to. Your arms wrap around him and his kiss lingers on your cheek.

“And I love you. More than you’ll ever know,” he murmurs before pulling away and grinning at the audience.

His hand slides into yours and it’s a warm gesture that would have comforted you if the situation wasn’t so off-putting. Now it’s frigid and unwelcoming, a strange sensation that unnerves you. You stiffen when he squeezes it and a single tear streaks down your cheek when the crowd erupts into thunderous applause. 

“She said yes!” Azul exclaims, breathless with joy. 

The beauty of a stranger is that he can fit himself into as many portraits as he wants and you’ll never know the truth, a tiny voice pipes up. Tonight, he is a magician and you are the rabbit he’s pulled from his bottomless hat. 

Once the commotion has died down and you’ve lowered into your seat, fish-eyed and hollow, the waiter returns with a slice of chocolate mousse cake. Written on the plate in waltzing script is the word congratulations. You look to Azul for an explanation after the waiter has given his kindest regards. He folds his hands in his lap, a deceptive smirk darkening the softness of his face. 

“After the show we so graciously put on, I’d say we’re owed a free dessert.”

You run your finger through the crimson letters. They smear in delightful streaks. 

I hate this.

“Go on. Dig in.” Thoroughly delighted, he gathers a bite on his fork and holds it out to you. “Or is cake not to your liking?”

“I like it, but I think I’m going to need another drink before I eat it.”

Azul chuckles. “So it would seem.”

For the rest of dinner, you remain silent. Azul talks your ear off about all sorts of stories he finds comical, but you’re too busy staring at the ring on your finger. The lustrous gemstone looks too perfect to be real and the cake you indulged in was too sweet to be a normal dessert. You’re certain that these things are just in your head—that you’re just focusing on the negativity because of the past hour—but you can’t shake the sense that it’s all so crooked. 

After Azul pays, he escorts you to the sleek sports car waiting outside, and you catch the waiter’s eye for the final time. He offers you a courteous smile and another, “Congratulations on your engagement,” before disappearing into the glimmering grandeur of the restaurant. 

“You should consider it,” Azul tells you while Floyd, who hums along with the music that spills from the radio in upbeat harmonies, pulls out of the parking lot. You peer out the window, admiring the starless night sky and Azul’s reflection painted against the glass like a fuzzy constellation. “Living with me. It could be part of our arrangement. We would just amend the terms to suit this new addition.” 

“I’ll think about it. Your place is a little far from the diner.”

“Then quit.” A dry laugh escapes your pursed lips, but the humorless expression he wears has it sticking in your throat. His fingers trace patterns into your thigh. “I only want what’s best for you. You’re aware of this, yes? I’d do anything for you.” 

You force a small smile and place your hand over his. “I appreciate that.” 

The car speeds under an overpass and shadows overtake the inside of it. Azul’s blue eyes seem to glow like twin searchlights in a black sea. Swallowing your nerves and an encroaching confession, you submit to the comfort he provides, unable to confront the truth that towers over you. 

“It’s an expensive ring, but if you’ve grown attached to it you’re more than welcome to keep it,” Azul suggests as he shrugs his blazer off and hangs it on the coat rack.

Ignoring him, you drag yourself through the door, kicking your heels off without much regard to where they may land and dropping your purse on the nearby crescent table, and beeline for the kitchen. With a singular goal in mind, you open the wine cabinet to peruse the selection of high-quality spirits before selecting one at random and fishing through a drawer for the corkscrew. Azul’s arms form a familiar cage as he presses himself against you from behind, pinning you to the counter like a fetal pig on a dissection table. 

“You’re unusually quiet. Have I upset you?” His lips are warm against your neck. One hand intertwines itself with yours, preventing you from prying the cork out, and you release an annoyed huff. “How many glasses has it been now? Three? Or perhaps four?”

“Two. It was two, Azul.” 

“So you do have a tongue.”

“I get that free dessert is appealing and all, but a little heads-up would’ve been nice.” Ripping your hand free, you stab the screw into the cork and twist until it’s popped free. “You promised it wouldn’t get emotional.”

“And I’ve kept my promise! Did you think I was serious when I got down on one knee? You must be more gullible than I thought.”

“It just… It startled me, okay? You can’t do stuff like that without warning me.” 

You crane your head to look at him and your frustrations slowly evaporate. He squeezes your waist, a slight smile tugging at his lips when the tension in your shoulders droops, a momentary resignation to temporary contentment. Once again, as always, you’ve fallen into his arms, reduced to nothing but putty when he shares so much as a glimpse with you. The sincerity he dons is almost tangible—a pleasant thing that’s so undoubtedly real that you have to remind yourself that, underneath the physical nature of this relationship, he does indeed care for you. 

And you care for him. But can you care enough to not leave his heart in shambles after puncturing him with the truth? 

Tonight just isn’t the night for this. 

“It won’t happen again.” He spins you around, his pelvis connecting with yours, and the sensual proximity stings more than it should. 

I’ll break it off tomorrow.

“It’s just physical. That’s all it’ll ever be. Promise me.” 

Azul’s hand finds your cheek and you lean into it, eyelids fluttering shut. “Of course,” he mumbles, stroking you with the pad of his thumb. “Just physical.”

Yeah. Tomorrow. Definitely.

“Then let’s forget about it!” You drift away from him like foam caught on a wave, devoured and disintegrated. Without thinking, you grab two mugs from the dish rack and fill them to the brim with blood-colored wine. “Drink with me.”

Smirking, he lifts his mug from the stone countertop. “Going from glittering glass to poorly made pottery… Funny.”

“It doesn’t become funny if you say the word,” you advise, clicking your tongue. “We made these mugs together.” 

“I remember.” Azul surveys the design on his with fondness. The handle is crooked and the purple octopus that has been carved into it is composed of wobbly, jagged tentacles. Nevertheless, it still manages a lopsided smile. “And they are my finest works of art.” 

With an amused snort, you lift your mug to your lips and drink. Bittersweet wine stains your tongue. “I’m surprised you still have them. That was, like, so long ago. You only did that pottery class with me because I begged and begged, but looking at them now maybe we’re better off sticking to other hobbies.” 

Leaning against the counter, he sets his mug down and folds his arms. “I’ll have you know that they'll be priceless masterpieces one day. Consider yourself lucky I didn’t toss them while I was cleaning.” 

“Someone sounds sentimental.”

“Someone should be flattered.” Limpid eyes holding summer skies rove over your body, sketching your brilliance in the forefront of his mind, and when he arrives at a satisfactory image his trademark smirk-grin blooms. “In any case, thank you for entertaining my mischief tonight. I’d say you’ve earned yourself a reward.”

His hand finds your cheek once again and you have only a moment to brace yourself before he captures your lips with his. Your fingers tighten around the handle of your mug, which has a carving of a swarm of jellyfish on it. They exist in a red ocean, bound to the pottery and unable to swim freely. Between pondering trapped jellyfish and the delicate nature of Azul’s kiss, you realize you’ve forgotten to reciprocate. Awkwardly, you search for the countertop with your mug and set it down before throwing your arms around him. 

Your lips fit perfectly against his and while the two of you exchange breath, melting against one another like ice floes in warm waters, Azul’s hands wander along your back, fingers tugging at the zipper on your dress. You break away with a low gasp, palms pressing against his chest. He peers at you with lidded eyes and you nearly drown in those bewitching blues. 

“N-Not tonight…” You glance at the floor and pray that, with enough dedicated wishing, you’ll be able to will a rabbit hole into existence. Then you could wrap yourself in darkness and live with the worms in the soil, only ever fearing intrusive sunlight and gardeners. “Sorry, I’m not feeling it tonight. I have work tomorrow and I really don’t want to be hungover and sore. Bad combo.” 

“You can call off. Tell them you feel sick. We’ll spend the morning doing whatever you want. Movies. Junk food. Video games. Are you fond of puzzles? They’re a good stimulant for the brain.”

“I’ll be sick with hickies,” you mumble, pinching his cheek between your golden nails while he fixes his lips into a convincing pout. “That’ll send a proper message.” 

“I did say I’d be your cure-all, did I not?” 

“Coming from the guy who thinks love is a sickness, that doesn’t sound very reassuring.”

He laughs. “You’re a delight, (Name).” 

“And you need to do less talking and more drinking.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Why must you drink so excessively? 

It’s one of the few coherent thoughts produced by your hazy, inebriated mind. After bidding Floyd a slurred farewell, which he responds to with a bright, close-eyed grin and a wave, you begin the treacherous stumble towards your apartment complex. You rifle through your purse in search of your key as you trudge through the lobby and into an elevator, which takes you up to your floor and spits you out into the desolate hallway. 

Where is it? Don’t tell me you dropped your key. 

Groaning, you rest your head against the surface of your door and close your eyes for a moment of peace. Doing so only adds to your unbalance and you sway like a faulty ballerina on an uneven stage. Bracing yourself, you grasp the doorknob and freeze. 

Even through the fog that’s descended upon you, you’re certain it was locked when you left for the restaurant. Confused, you push the door open and stagger inside, slapping your hand along the wall for the light switch. Down the short hallway, your kitchen light is off and you shuffle through the threshold to reach it. 

“You sound so stupid right now,” you grumble, cringing at the unflattering grittiness in your tone. “Probably look just as stupid, too.”

Forget it. Need to find the key. Just retrace your steps. 

After turning on the lights in the kitchen, you set your purse down and exhale slowly. Uncaring whether or not you break something, you empty its contents onto the counter and search for your apartment key. Amidst crumpled receipts, pocket-sized makeup products, and a tin of mints, you learn that your key and phone are missing.

You left it at Azul’s. Wonderful. 

Sighing, you stare at the knife block that sits beside the coffee machine. Your gaze hardens the moment you realize all of the knives are missing and, with growing confusion, you take a wobbling step back and yank open a drawer. The forks and spoons are there, but the knives that usually reside there are also gone. 

Did you move them? Shaking your head, you shut the drawer. That’s not possible. You were with Azul. Did Cater come over before that? 

A faint creak permeates the space and you drop to your knees just as a blade swings through the air. Gritting your teeth, you stare up into the face of your would-be assailant had you not moved. He looms over you, mismatched eyes hiding murderous calculations. Terror turns your blood to ice and you leap out of the way just as he lunges for you, grabbing at the countertop instead of your arm. You crawl through the doorway into the living room, mind muddled with fine wine and a still-forming escape plan. Pressing yourself against the coffee table, you swallow your nerves and dig your nails into your palms with so much force you’re certain you’ll break skin. The pain grounds you momentarily, and it’s enough for logic to force its way past the curtains shrouding you.

You have to calm down.

With your heart pumping wildly in your chest, you heave a few frantic breaths, eyes flicking from the ceiling to the floor to the door that waits at the end of the hall, blocked only by the tall figure who stalks towards you.

“Good evening,” he says, his voice a mere ghost in the suffocating silence of your apartment. His finger taps against the sleek, flat belly of a knife as he considers the raw fear splayed across your face. “I retract my previous greeting. Intruders make for terrible evenings, wouldn’t you agree? I suppose I should just say hello instead.” 

Calm down. Calm down and consider your options. You can scream and—no, with this proximity he could quickly cover the distance, slash your throat, and you’d bleed out before help could even get here. What else can you do? You can find a weapon to defend yourself with. No, he hid all of the knives. For now, stall him. Act helpless. He doesn’t know anything. You can talk your way out of this.

Uncurling your fists, you brace your palms against the floor and meet his vacant stare. “J-Jade, what’re you…doing here?” Your vision swims and you blink rapidly to gain control of your bearings. “Why… Why do you have a knife? W-We’re friends, aren’t we?“ 

“Are we?” he asks, tilting the knife back and forth as if considering the worth of your relationship.

“Of course! We… We worked together! And you’re friends with Azul! S-So am I! So I don’t understand why you’d break in like this.” 

“If finding companions via association counts as true friendship, then I’m afraid you’re sorely mistaken when you label me as such. Please re-evaluate your definition of friendship.” 

He’s wearing gloves and a surgical mask, so it’s obvious he’s planned this. How did he even get in? Does he have a key? Where’d he hide? Forget it. Focus on the problem and look for a solution. He has a knife. It’ll cut deep if enough speed and force are put into the stab and that’ll hurt you. Shoes are still on. How rude. You maintain eye contact, tensely waiting for him to pounce and drive the blade into your skull. No other weapons are nearby. Unless you secure a fork from the drawer and target his eyes or his throat. But that means you have to get close to him and he’s still armed. 

Dragging your legs into your chest, you watch the knife warily. Escape is possible. If you can get outside, get to the car… That won’t work. Can’t drive. Windows could be smashed. But you’d be outside. No. You can’t rely on a neighbor. Maybe Cater or Riddle? No, it’s too late. But you can get out of here. It’s possible. 

Jade glances at his feet. “Ah, my apologies. I seem to have forgotten my manners.” 

With his eyes still locked on your shivering frame, he slips his leather shoes off. And then he takes another step towards you and the thread of restraint finally snaps once he’s within range. With the majority of your weight on your upper body, you kick your legs out, driving the top pieces of your high heels into his knees as hard and fast as you can. Caught by surprise, he crumples with a hiss and the knife clatters to the floor, sliding across the hardwood.

Scrabbling to your feet, you swoop down to grab it just as Jade swipes at you. With a yelp, you jump away, landing unsteadily on your legs. Your heel skids against the floor and breaks with a sudden crack, and you can feel your ankle twist unnaturally, the muscles straining with agony. Sharp, tingling pain overwhelms you and your lips part in a silent scream the minute your shoulder makes contact with the floor. Tears blur your vision as you drag yourself towards the knife, reaching out with splayed fingers. 

The handle fits into your palm just as Jade grabs you by the arm and yanks you up. 

“For a drunk, your kick was very accurate. I’m impressed.” He tightens his grip when you struggle, a warning that doesn’t deter you in your desperate frenzy. “I should also thank you for allowing me access to your humble home whilst you were away. You’re quite the accommodating host.”

Growling, you thrash in his grip and swing the knife around in a fit of blind panic. His hand catches your wrist before you can slash his face and he shoves you to the floor. A wheezing gasp bursts from deep within your lungs and your head aches with fizzling stars. You’re certain they’re imploding because it’s as if a dozen firecrackers are popping within your skull, the explosions drowning out all other thoughts of escape. Survival is the only thing you cling to now, and if that’s attained through animalistic bloodshed you’ll do what you must. 

“Please…” you plead, grasping at nothing in hopes that something will save you. “You don’t want to do this… Don’t do this.” 

Get up! Get up! You’re going to lose consciousness if you stay here like this. You push yourself up on your elbows, grunting with the effort. It’s as if you’re ripping your arms free from a pit of molasses so thick it’s practically tar. His foot finds the small of your back and he pushes you down as if he’s simply crushing a cockroach. No, no, no! This can’t be happening. What did you do wrong? What didn’t work? Your reaction time? Your reflexes? Your combat capabilities? 

Sliding his foot off, he lowers himself onto your back and the tip of the knife digs into your temple. A thin ribbon of blood runs down the side of your face. “If you would be so generous, I’ll need the password to your phone.” 

“My phone…isn’t here.” 

His eyes narrow into disbelieving slits and his hand grips your neck with enough brutality to cow you into submission. “Is that so?” 

“It’s the truth. You can…” Vomit rises in your throat and you swallow thickly, wincing at the acidic taste of wine and bile. “You can check…my purse if you don’t believe me.”

Silence stretches taut between the two of you. Eventually, he rises to his feet and steps over you, proceeding to pick through the pile of items you haphazardly dumped on your countertop. Clenching your jaw, you lift yourself onto your arms once again, clawing at the wall for support. With a spinning carousel for a brain, you manage to stand and brace yourself against it. 

You take a daring step forward, so certain that freedom awaits just down the hall, and instantly stumble, landing on the floor with a harsh smack. Everything shifts in a swirling blur, and you can’t tell if it’s from the intoxication muddling your mind or the pain racing through your body. The urge to vomit returns stronger than ever, and you clasp your hands over your mouth, stifling a pitiful groan.

“It’s pointless to flee. You’re just exhausting what little energy you have left.” He turns to address you from where you remain on the floor, clinging to consciousness as the walls spin around in a dizzying waltz. Despite how futile it seems, you attempt to crawl away from him when he approaches. “I suppose I shouldn’t expect much when you’re in such a messy state. What an unfair disadvantage for you.”

“Hate you…” you whisper, tears brimming. “I hate you…so much.”

Just as your eyelids flutter shut, you catch his final words. They echo within your brain like the haunting hum of an Aeolian harp. 

“I’d be more surprised if you loved me.” Chuckling, he lifts your chin with his foot. “Don’t cry. It’s a hideous look for a parasite. I find it most unappealing.”

I hope tomorrow’s horoscope is better.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere jade leech x reader #serial killer jade #death row undertow #death row undertow chapter three

[frankenkyle19]

Pets I think the Evan’s characters would have:

Tate:

•I think take wouldn’t be a big fan of many animals

•maybe a cat, specially a black one because of their ‘reputation’ 

•he’d name the cat Lucifer or Lilith 

•doesn’t like dogs

•I feel like he’d never actually want a pet of his own, but would tolerate others pets

Kit Walker: 

•dog. Probably a golden retriever 

•wants a perfect life with his women and kids, so a dog just adds to that aesthetic 

•he’d name the dog Rover or something generic like that

•Take the dog on long walks in the wood with him

•definitely let’s the dog sleep in his bed

Pre-death Kyle:

•He’s pretty busy with college, so he honestly wouldn’t have much time for an animal

•maybe a bird? Like a parakeet. 

•but he’d end up getting rid of it because he’d be trying to study and the bird wouldn’t be quiet 

•maybe he’d try something like a goldfish

•he’s a college boy so I feel like he’d forget to feed the poor thing and it’d end up dying 

Post-death Kyle:

•I will never forget what he did to that poor dog

•don’t give him any

•jk I love Kyle 

•but seriously, maybe get him something he can’t touch 

•I feel like he’d like an axolotl 

•he’d sit in front of its tank and watch it for hours 

•put it in the bathtub once because he wanted it to go on a ‘vacation’

Jimmy darling:

•don’t find him to be much of an animal person

•maybe a hedgehog or ferret 

•yeah he’d get a ferret

•in fact he’d get two of them and let them roam around 

•always makes sure to spend time with them even after a long day of performing 

James Patrick March:

•No animals

•Too messy for James 

•if he found a single piece of fur in his hotel, he’d flip

•if you ever managed to convince him to get a pet, he’d want something like a tarantula or scorpion

•he’d say he hated it, but would secretly love it

•likes to scare people with it 

•likes to watch it eat bugs 

Kai Anderson: 

•he seems like one to abuse animals 

•idk, he likes to see things suffer

•if he got an animal, he’d want a snake

•probably something exotic like a cobra

•he’d get it illegally imported 

•he’d enjoy feeding it live mice 

•again, because he’d want to see the mouse suffer. Would find it fascinating

•he’d never hold the snake, but would put it in a big cage to show it off

Mr. Gallant:

•Bearded dragon

•he’d just have it chilling on his shoulder 

•would totally make little matching outfits for it

•has a cage for it, but almost always has it out on his shoulder 

•feeds it fancy, expensive greens 

•would protect that lizard with his soul

•claims it’s his ‘emotional support lizard’ 

#american horror asylum #american horror hotel #american horror murder house #american horror story #american horror coven #ahs asylum #ahs kyle spencer #ahs fandom #ahs fanfic #ahs coven #ahs cult #ahs apocalypse #kai anderson #jimmy darling #ahs freakshow #ahs fluff #ahs headcanons #tate langdon #mr. gallant #james patrick march

[taegularities]

o lord i really want to request a drabble but brain is going brrrr, for cmi jk & oc taking inspo from taehyung's vlog today, them both going for a drive, jk trying to show oc his favourite music but maybe she's trying to read or something & then inspo from in the soop taehyung and hobi going for food and sitting in the boot of the car eating and listening to music and dancing, jk & oc then go do that. is this not enough, i feel like i'm being bossy, this is v stressful when you have 1 creative braincell aaaaaaaafuhienjwqkjeirfugjhejw

fic: colour me in

pairing: jungkook x reader

warnings: nothing much; super soft convos, super subtle confessions, a flying kiss, a day out... just two idiots totally not in love

wc: around 1.1k

a/n: LMFAO ur request had me cackling 😭 it's okay, it's such a sweet one !! and the 'inspo from tae' bit has me :') unedited! hope u like it <33 made this one an actual drabble without bullet points!

ask my characters! (no drabble requests, please!) <3

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“Do you want me to turn the music down?”

You’re sitting cross-legged on the passenger seat, skimming through the chapter of your new book. Or at least, you’re trying. Because Jungkook next to you is a thief of attention, distracting you with jokes, his favourite songs and his connotations to them.

It’s endearing, really – you can’t even be mad. You don’t quite understand why you brought a novel anyway – it’s not like it’s easy to focus with him around.

“Oh no,” you tell him, shutting the book and placing it on your lap. “Keep talking about the songs. I was listening.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You said this one was the first rock song you ever listened to, yes? Back in elementary school.”

“Ah, yeah!” he chimes enthusiastically, delighted to be the centre of your focus. “I was a badass kid.”

“You’re still a badass kid.”

“Outrageous,” he laughs, raising a hand from the steering wheel to touch your chin lightly, “I don’t kiss you like a kid, do I?”

You giggle, straightening your posture, and open the window fully. The breeze hits you immediately, fresh and warm, pleasant on a summer day like this one.

“Now that you say it,” you start, fingers at the nape of his neck playing with his soft, dark hair, “I’d love a kiss right now.”

Jungkook flashes his bunny teeth – smiles at you from the side, leaving the highway out of his sight for merely a tiny moment before he shoots a flying kiss your direction.

“For my angel,” he says.

You roll your eyes to disguise the heat in your cheeks, your stare wandering out the window and into the nature surrounding the highway. Jungkook drives off it a minute later, and the scenario changes immediately.

Thickets surround the street, high trees on one side and a field on the other. It’s different here; not a single trace of a busy city or loud chatter in sight. The atmosphere is serene and quiet, and with it, the music calms down, too.

Some jazz song now.

He hums along to the melody; fingers tap the steering wheel softly. The scent of food sitting on the backseat wafts through the air, only lessened by the wind that plays around your skin and hair. 

“What do you think?” Jungkook asks, pointing at a spot near a lake.

You barely saw the lake nearing – but now that you detected it, it’s all you can see. Sparkly and blue, catching the colours of the sun and the sky. You lean forwards, smiling a little, and say, “Perfect. And the weather’s nice, too.”

“Just for us.”

Jungkook parks close to the lake, squinting at the sight. There’s a small platform divers probably use to jump off of; but you’re not here to swim anyway. With a small yawn, you step out of the vehicle after what feels like an eternity rather than an hour.

You stretch your limbs, blinking into the sun; you realise that Jungkook has parked with the backside of the car facing the lake, and you know exactly why.

Grabbing the food from the backseat, you rush to the boot of the car, opening it with a groan. Jungkook strolls to your form, cracking his fingers as he says, “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

“You’re not?”

“Was busy looking at the road. Didn’t really notice, but now that you said it…”

“Come then,” you say, patting the spot next to you.

Side by side, you unwrap your food, sipping on your drinks; watching nature in silence for a few minutes.

The place is tranquil – you wonder if you’re not a city kid after all. If you had the chance to move here, start a new life, go swimming every day and fishing every week – could you do that? Would you like that?

Jungkook has told you several stories about his life in the countryside; back where his family lives, a small town with a neighbourhood whose members all know each other. If you weren’t popular and your name as big as it is, would you want a life like that more urgently?

One in which it’s okay to let people know about your secrets. In which you’re famous within small town residents, but not famous in the whole country.

“What’s going through your head?” Jungkook asks.

You shuffle on your seat, inching closer to him. You devour your meal before Jungkook has eaten even half of it – which means a lot considering the fact that he’s a fast eater.

“Someday I really wanna see what living at such a place is like,” you tell him, and he hums.

“I did offer it to you. Next time when I drive down to my family, I’m taking you with me.”

“Yeah?” You wait and smile, matching the joy he emanates. “Can I ask you something?”

He nods, leaning back until his feet float in the air. He sways them back and forth, like a little child; looks at you with eyes so sweet and starry that you melt for a moment.

“Why do you want that?”

“Why do I want what?” Jungkook inquires, cocking an eyebrow in question. “Take you with me?”

You nod timidly, awaiting his answer. The hand holding his food drops into his lap slowly, and he hums again, lost in thoughts before he tilts his head and answers, “I think I just… you’re very close to me. And the thought of my family adoring you as much as I do is kinda nice.”

“Oh,” you voice, swallowing hard, “you adore me, do you?”

He looks at you as though he admitted to committing a severe crime. Told you a secret he was supposed to keep. As if he hasn’t just hinted that he wants his family to approve of you, like you’re an actual girlfriend, going home to the man of her dreams to impress everyone as much as you impress him.

“And if I do?”

The statement is supposed to sound ominous from his side. But the dropped head, the hidden smile, the affection in his eyes he doesn’t want to show you so blatantly – they reveal his true thoughts.

So you lean in more, shift until your shoulders and knees touch. And you say, “I adore you, too. You’re really cool.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook jokes, averting your eyes to look at the lake. “You’re just easy to…”

Adore? Like? Love?

Your heart hammers against your chest. It has been thumping like this a lot these days – with him around.

“Yes?” you ask.

“You’re easy to be fond of. Of course I adore you, angel.”

And perhaps, just for the moment, that’s enough.

With the water flowing peacefully… the birds chirping… his music chiming quietly from his phone. And the silence of the place wrapping around you like a blanket in the winter. With no one around but the both of you. Basking in the fact that he wants no one around but you…

It’s enough.

And you memorise the moments, readying yourself for seconds – days – without him. But at this moment, things are okay.

The both of you… you wouldn’t replace watching the colours of the world with anything else right now.

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i love them :( this really took hours to write for some reason?! so please let me know what u think if u like it !! 🥰 <33

#this took ages oh my gAWD #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #bts fluff #*amc: cmi #*amc #fic: colour me in #notes for rid 🌹 #anon

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since we know how young yoonmi was during trainee days / debut era, what were some ways that the rest of bangtan tried to make her more comfortable? i feel like I could see jimin buying her small toys or games to help her get more used to them being around her

hi hun! this question is a throwback to yoonmi’s beginnings, and thinking about that has me nostalgic in the best way aksjdhf thank you for this! 💖

so specifically for each member, let’s do it in order: (bear with me this is kinda lengthy)

namjoon really tried to get to know her and listen to her music while helping her improve. that was their bonding. he’d also talk to her in english despite bang pd and the staff asking him to speak to her in korean because he knew she probably would miss having an english speaker around to talk to. namjoon also has a little sister, so he thought it would be similar, but the two girls were different, so namjoon really took to observing yoonmi so he could see if she was comfortable or not. if not, he’d try to somehow engage her in a game or conversation

yoongi didn’t even look at her for like a month, but he started doing little subtle things for her when he wrapped his mind around having her there like making her snacks while she studies, packing an extra water bottle for her, or waiting for her when she stays behind in the company amidst many things. once they grew close, he’d let her stay in the studio with him when she was overwhelmed so she’d have quiet but also company. he gave her a teddy once on his birthday after he, namjoon, hobi, and yoonmi went to an arcade to celebrate, “the teddy isn’t my vibe. here, kid. take it” (she still has it to this day, nearly 12 years later)

from the start hobi just absolutely wanted to give her the best he could. he’d walk her to and from school, joke around with her, let her try his parents’ cooking and all that. he also be the most reassuring when it came to the other trainees or to actual training, helping her out when she struggled. but he’d also take her to playgrounds or to the han river to spend some time as a normal kid

jungkook was, well, a kid just as much as she was. he didn’t need to do anything, they just bonded over being some of the youngest members and being from busan. jk treated her as an equal rather than a little girl. but they would constantly hang out together and teach each other dances (jungkook) or gymnastics (yoonmi) while grabbing snacks and maybe pranking other trainees along the way

jin was just the parent. he'd fuss over her and help her out with homework, or any daily task. he treated her like a kid because he didn't want her to miss out on childhood. he even took her to his house sometimes so she could get proper home cooked meals from a korean mom. he always made sure that when the team wants to do something, she'd be okay with it first. he'd always watch out for any sign of discomfort, too, then it would be jin to the rescue!

tae right off the bat adopted her as his own little sibling. he was sad he couldn't watch his own little siblings grow up, so he compensated with yoonmi by playing with her and taking her out to explore all the time (or whenever he could). he brought her to places he thought she'd enjoy then made sure to get her a full meal all the time because "i love your little cheeks too much for them to disappear"

jimin, as you mentioned, would indeed buy her little toys and trinkets. nothing big since he couldn't afford it, but her eyes lit up with every single little toy he gave her that he knew she loved it. he'd also let her cuddle him in silence or rant to him, and would lend her his hoodies all the time whenever she felt overwhelmed. he treated her gently and tried his best to be a support pillar for her

#yoonmi.facts #bts 8th member #bts female member #bts female addition #miya #yoonmi #kim yoonmi

[gamerbearmira]

Pepa done gone cray cray

INSANITY WHY ARE YOU MY CLARITY 👽👽

Jk jk. But you all asked for more Housebroken AND I INTEND TO DELIVER❗❗ So while the actual story and fic is still under writing (i'll be writing and posting the first 3-5 chaoters like I usually do, so it's taking a while), I do have this little snippet❗❗ It's not definite but it is HIGHLY likely. Like 90% lmao

ANYWAY. This is a continuation of the last Housebroken snippet that I did like a month or two ago. Lemme know what y'all think <33

Lea get it

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Julieta and Bruno chased after Pepa. It took them less than half the time to get out of the forest than it did to get there. Pepa was making a mad dash for Casita. The sky was dark, and thunder rumbled while lightning struck the group, rain pouring down hard. There was even small hail raining down.

The two had her in her sight and they swore she went crazy. She was just about running on all fours. They could hear her muttering and growling their mama's name as she ran towards the house. Her storm was large and it followed her speed.

Pepa ignored everything around her. Nothing else mattered. She didn't care that her tail dropped from her night dress, or that her headband slipped off and her ears were visible. She was more focused on getting to her mother. Because it was her fault that her youngest was now gone, to God knows where.

It was her that got them cursed, and even caused their father to have to leave to look after the kids. And he couldn't even tell them where the kids were. Pepa was already heartbroken because her kids and sobrina had left 5 years before. But she had hoped they would come back, so she opted to stay and not look for them. But now she had lost all of her kids. All of her nieces. All because of her mother's selfishness. And she swore was going to tear her apart once she got to Casita. Her mother was no longer safe from her. She was tired of being the one who let so much slide. Tired of keeping everything to herself, tired of her mother.

Pepa burst through Casita's doors and the house's shingle rattled in surprise. Pepa immediately bolted to the stairs but was stopped when the house pulled the stairs away. Pepa growled, using her claws to try and scale the pillars of the house but it didn't work. Before she could try anything else, Julieta pulled her back, locking her arms so she couldn't move. Bruno came soon as well, trying to get her to be quiet. If only they still had their antlers; they could easily help Pepa back.

"Let me go!" She barked, thunder crashing as she thrashed in her siblings' hold. Both Félix and Agustín swung the door rooms open, to see what all the commotion was about. It was a miracle that Alma hadn't woken up yet.

"Pepi? Juli? Bruno? W-What's happening?!" Félix asked, and Casita let both husbands down. Pepa was now pulling the two towards the stairs, eyes fixated on Alma's door.

"I-Isabela and Dolores came and took Antonio," Julieta explained and the husbands' eyes widened. "And Pepa is blaming mamá. While she's not wrong, she's just...I don't know!"

"They were here?!" Agustín said in shock and the two nodded, struggling more to keep Pepa back. Félix finally grabbed her torso, and he winced when Pepa scratched his arms trying to get out of his stronghold. Something was definitely wrong---Pepa would never do anything like that. Even with the curse, she had never hurt him, never on purpose.

"Then why is Pepa acting like this?" Agustín asked holding Julieta's shoulders.

"I-I don't know, this has never happened! It's like she's gone crazy!" Julieta said in a panicked voice. “The curse must’ve flared up and taken over after Antonio was taken!”

"We need to take her to her room," Bruno said, and helped Félix grab Pepa and bring her up the stairs. The woman was still growling like a wild animal---she seemed to be more like the fox part of herself in all honesty. She was thrashing around, yelling about getting back at her mother and how she was going to get her kids back. Even if it meant hurting her own mother.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Pepa growled, pulling out of Bruno's arms, but Felíx managed to drag her into their shared room. While she was angry and was yelling in anger and cursing, they all could see the tears that flooded from her eyes that matched the heavy rain pouring over Casita.

Felíx fell to the floor with Pepa, and she practically jumped out of his arms, storm tearing apart anything that wasn't bolted down to the floor. Bruno barely managed to shut the door, and there was banging and yelling, along with more growling. Behind the door, they could hear Felíx trying to calm her down, though he was struggling.

Bruno slid down against her door, keeping it shut. One thing he had going for him was that he could keep a door closed, lock or not. Julieta huffed as she dropped down, Agustín by her side to make sure she was ok. Alma finally seemed to wake up, because her door slammed open, and she looked upset. Very upset. Agustín helped Julieta tuck her ears under her loose hair, with Bruno hiding his long ears under her curls and shoving his tail in his pants as quickly as he could. Luckily it was still rather dark, so Alma didn't seem to notice.

"What is going on?!" She demanded, wondering why it looked like a hurricane had gone through Casita. None of the 3 said anything, remaining quiet. "Hello!"

"Pe...Pepa just freaked we...we took care of it," Bruno huffed, trying to hide the fact that he was slightly out of breath from wrestling his sister back into her room.

"Why does Casita look like th---"

"PEPA'S IN HER ROOM," Julieta interrupted, looking up at her mother. Bruno saw the same crazed look in her eyes and on her face that he saw on Pepa's face. "We took care of it. Go back to be mama," she spat, standing up along with Agustín.

Bruno stood up, looking between the two. He was getting worried. What if Julieta snapped too? She had just watched her daughter run off as well. She was just better at keeping it hidden; it wasn't often that Julieta went off. But at this rate? With their mamá pushing like this? She just might.

Was he next?

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THOGUHTS⁉️⁉️

I gotta go now but. Lemme know if y’all want more and I’ll see what I can do <33

AUTO BOTS ROLL OUT 🚗💨💨

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto antonio #encanto alma #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #encanto felix #encanto agustín #housebroken #housebroken au

[minaharkers]

OC TAG GAME ｡*･♡;

tagged by @aragorngf to categorize my ocs and make them in this picrew by crowsen!!  

♡ FAVORITE OC. (At the moment) 

Lukas Warren — Fallout: New Vegas

This was cruel to make me pick between all of my kids but I think Lukas at the moment is always kicking around my head — my sweet boy my poor little meow meow. I have so much in my head about his relationship with his family both the complicated horror story that is his family and his adopted ghoul mom Majorie and how much that really shaped his worldview <3

♡ NEWEST OC.

Caroline Clarke — Various

Cara my beloved!! She’s my OC for a post-apocalyptic RP group I’m in and I love her sm <3 She’s a hunter from West Virginia who’s still trying to getting used to living in a (somewhat) civilized part of Boston after living in the literal Appalachian woods for a solid three years with her brother. I’m excited to write with her more !! She’s a sweet person but is still sort of closed off after so much has happened 

♡ OLDEST OC.

Aerie — The Elder Scrolls V: Skryim

Aerie is definitely one of my oldest ocs!! Skyrim was really one of the first rpgs I played and honestly I feel like she’s both gone through so many iterations but also stayed pretty consistent!! We love a wild girlie who the universe had to make her a short nord to balance out the whole dragon soul thing

♡ MEANEST OC.

Ethan Warren — Fallout: New Vegas

Some people deal with their issues in all sorts of ways; Ethan decided to deal with it by razing his hometown to the ground <3 Having his father be burned instead of crucified like the Legion normally would to not give him the satisfaction of dying like jesus is understandable given what an awful person Richard Warren was, but joining the Legion and staying for years is a bad move maybe 🤔

♡ SOFTEST OC. 

Merethel Lavellan — Dragon Age: Inquisition

This was tough between Merethel and Ophelia but I think he’s someone who’s got a quiet compassion to him. The role of inquisitor does chafe on him a lot with him being more comfortable behind the scenes and being with people one on one as a healer. But I think people tend to underestimate how intelligent he is at first with his gentle nature, because he definitely learns how to play the “game” of politics in his own right by the time of Trespasser (even if he is very eager to get rid of the Inquisitor title).

♡ MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC. 

Endaryn Ravel — The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind

Even before he lost his place at the Arcane University in Cyrodiil after being booted to Morrowind because the Emperor Said So (rip 😔) , Endaryn is someone who just wants to be left alone to study!! And stuff KEEPS happening to him and he just wants to finish his thesis can he please stop getting weird dream messages from Dagoth Ur

♡ DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC. 

Leondas Vendicci — The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion

It’s not that he’s dumb, he just lacks any and all self-preservation or self-respect! <3 Jk, but Leondas is definitely the guy who acts first and thinks about it later when he realizes the consequences. A fuck around and find out kind of guy, you might say. But yeah, definitely the type to run into Oblivion portals without much of a plan. But he’s MY favorite dumbass so it’s okay

♡ SMARTEST OC.

Ophelia Faye — Fallout: 3

WOMEN! IN! STEM! Ophelia’s definitely the most intelligent; (I did actually give her a 10 in her Intelligence SPECIAL score). But I would say it’s pretty much all like science and medicine based intellect, and she’s the most comfortable in a lab or med bay than out in the Wasteland.

♡ OC YOU’D LIKE TO BE FRIENDS WITH IRL.

Euurydia Daeron — Star Wars: The Old Republic

I have NO idea if Dia and I would actually hang out IRL but she’d be the most fun to hang out with. She’s the perfect extrovert to adopt an introvert like me and talk my ear off and convince me to try one drink and suddenly it’s 2 am and we’ve been cantina hopping in the Lower Promenade on Nar Shaddaa for hours

tagging: @statichvm @chuckhansen @denerims @indorilnerevarine @risingsh0t @leviiackrman @florbelles @unholymilf @fashionablyfyrdraaca

#this was so fun!!! thank you for tagging me #ocs #oc: lukas #oc: caroline #oc: aerie #oc: ethan #oc: merethel #oc: endaryn #oc: leondas #oc: ophelia #oc: dia

[little-peril-stories]

OC Name Meanings

Rules: Put down an OC or more and tell what their name means.

Thanks for the tag, Anna! 💜 @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

you know what time it is. time for an open tag.

When I was a kid, my parents had these physical books of baby names and their meanings. I've always liked to write and create characters, so you know I was obsessed with those books. There was one in particular I more or less just kept (at that point it was clear they were done having kids, lol). I mean, that thing was tattered. The cover came clean off. Sometimes I was using it for the stories I was writing; sometimes, I was literally just reading it like a book.

So, as you might expect, I always take great care when naming my characters. I like to choose names with deep symbolic meanings that fit their characterization.

Nope lol I literally just pick names that sound cool or that come into my head at that moment.

Let's see how I did with the crew from The Prince of Thieves / The Queen of Lies.

Sources: Baby Names | Baby Center | Nameberry, aka the first three websites that came up in my search

Breanna: noble | strong, hill | virtuous, honourable

I wanted to make her full name her something else that looks similar, but when I searched up the pronunciation, it wouldn't abbreviate to Bree, which I had very randomly decided on, so she became Breanna instead. Someone should tell TQOL Breanna that her name means "strong" — I'm sure she'll be astonished.

From TPOT: Bree saw hope and fucking grabbed it. She heard Gysborne tell her she was going to her death, and she hurled herself toward her chance at life. Bree Cooper is still clinging to that hope, and it is beautiful.

This is probably NOT going to be in the final draft of TQOL so have it here: ...but she had a voice, and she could kick her legs, and being quiet and demure and the good wife had served her well for so long, and it had worked, more or less, but today, this was a different beast, a different foe, and if she didn’t fight, then there was no one else to fight for her, was there?

William: will, desire, helmet, protection | resolute protection

Honestly, he was invented on the spot and I probably named him after Will Turner, because pirates will never not be sexy? Anyway. Can't believe one of these names is actually spot on. Yay!

No, I vow. I have already decided, long known, in fact, that I will not betray the others. Baden Hatchett will never hear the names James Wardrew, Colette Haris, or Geoffrey Marks. I will take their names and the location to whatever unmarked grave they dig for me. I will take my own name into death with me if it means it will protect the others.

James: supplanter | heel

Another generic dude name I sort of picked out of nowhere... or, more likely, I probably saw one of the countless Outlander gifs that go around and stole Jamie Fraser's name. Jamie W. does act like a heel sometimes so that works. Jk Jamie we love you!

If you want IA, then you want me. If the man you arrested goes free, unharmed, I will turn myself in, and Iustitia aecum will be no more.

Colette: victory of the people | people of victory

Her name just happened! No rhyme or reason. Glad this is what it means though, who knows what would've happened to IA if it meant the opposite.

"And then Spider… She… When the chance to do something good for people who had nothing, when that opportunity finally presented itself… That little wooden coin… It changed my life.”

Geoffrey: God peace | peace, territory, pledge | pledge of peace

No idea why I picked this name—or why, around the same time, I also had a character called Jeff (Jeffersen) in Fen & Freddie. But hey! Geoff doesn't talk much, so the whole "peace" thing kind of tracks.

Geoff wraps his arms around me, presses his face against my neck, the unkempt, wiry hairs of his beard digging into my skin, a sublime sort of torment, innocent yet lethal. “Jamie. You are my family."

Allan: little rock | handsome | cheerful

He gets the honour of being the only character to have the same name as someone from the Robin Hood stories. (Will doesn't count.) He isn't particularly cheerful and I suspect he doesn't believe he's that handsome, but at least I got to name him Allan-a-Dale.

I scrabble on the muddy ground, finding a rock the size of my fist. Although my grip is weak from the cold, I hold it up.  ... I hurl it at him, trying to hit his head and falling embarrassingly short. “You’re one of them.” I feel around for another stone, find a smaller one, throw that, too.

Baden: bather | son of bade [other websites also gave me "battle" and "humble, confident"... idk 🤔]

Honestly? “Baden Hatchett” sounded really cool and villainous. I burst into laughter when I saw that the one site said "bather." This guy…he wants to cleanse the world of crime. 😂 But really, I just named him after the place in Germany (it’s also a small community in Ontario) for no other reason than that it sounds cool.

The delinquent rat before me, though, will never wash away the stain of his crimes—the years stealing riches from the pockets of hardworking men, of luring impressionable innocents into his gang of thieves. Nor can he brush away the bruise blossoming across his jaw, nor the blood dripping down his chin from his nose.

Curtis: courteous, courtly | polite

His name just happened. Constable Lenton needed a first name for TQOL and this was it. But it makes sense—guess this is why he's always so pissed off about someone using rude language about Breanna. 🙃 Swearing’s not very courteous at all, is it?

“Enough of your miserable attitude and your filthy tongue.” Curt’s voice was sharp enough to cut. Slick with disgust. Harsh with rage. “You want to mouth off to me or Constable Hatchett or any of us and take your licks for acting like a wild animal? Fine. But there’s a lady present, and you’ll behave accordingly. Do you understand?”

Verity: truth

I just really wanted her name to abbreviate to very so I could associate Colette with Much. That's the whole story there.

Rolling my eyes, nudging her with my elbow, I say, “Pay attention. Help me assuage some of my guilt.”

“Can’t do that,” Verie says gently, and I hate her for being right. “You ought to tell him whatever it is you lied about.”

Thank you so much for this tag! It was really fun. &lt;3

#god this one started with my life story like a food blog #enjoy #tag game #oc name meanings #Geoff and Colette's meanings very really hard to pick quotes for so they're....adequate lol #also Jamie's quote requires a slightly creative interpretation of 'supplant' soooo #lps the prince of thieves #lps the queen of lies