Jjs gf being scared of needles. He takes her to a doctor appointment or something and she freaks out over it. Jj ends up having to literally hold her still so she can get the shot lol
so cute
“it’s alright baby, you’re okay,” jj coos in your ear as your feet dangle off of the doctor’s bed.
everything is overwhelming you—the buzzing of the fluorescent light in the doctor’s office, the uncomfortable crinkling of parchment paper beneath your bottom whenever you move even just a little. jj’s soft voice and warm hands soothes you, though. just slightly.
as the nurse entered the room and smiled sweetly at the two of you, she set down her clipboard and took the 2 needles in her hands. she explained what shots she was giving you and where they would go.
the needles weren’t big, per se, but they gleamed maliciously under the big white light of the room, wracking you with apprehension. jj could sense it, and so he squeezed your hand tighter, kissing your cheek. “it’ll be fast, baby. won’t it?” he turns to the nurse and she nods assuredly, snapping on some gloves and flicking the needle of the first syringe.
tears were welling in your eyes as you watched the needle come closer and closer to you, jerking away when the nurse begins her countdown.
“mm mm. i can’t, i can’t do it,” you heaved, biting your lip to contain tears. “you can, angel. let me hold you, show you how strong you are; all by yourself, hm?” jj stroked your head, pulling you closer. you peered up at him through glossy eyes, and his piercing gaze was so sincere, so trusting, that you couldn’t help but feel inclined to nod.
as the needle pierced your skin briefly, injecting the vaccine into your bicep, you take deeps breaths to the rhythm of jj’s heartbeat.
the first one took some mustering up of courage, but afterwards, you took the second one like a champ—no tears. “look at you, rockstar! two shots and not a single tear. you know how proud i am of you?” you can’t even contain your bright smile at his praises as you select two pink band-aids to go over your bleeding skin.
afterwards, jj takes you out for ice cream and fucks you soft and slow in your bed, being extra careful not to put an ounce of pressure on your sore boo-boo. his honey sweet words make you forget all about the ache in your arm and you fall asleep against his chest, pained shoulder ignorantly pressed against his side.
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after blurred lies and lies ends, i will be publishing my yunho smau from my wips !! reader will be poc (spanish speaking fem reader)! i want to be inclusive as possible, so if anyone has any slang or phrases that they'd like me to include please tell me in my inbox !! i don't want reader to be leaning towards mx spanish (since that's what i know) lel 🫶🏼🫶🏼 (also the smau is going to be more written HAHZAHAH)
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I cheat a little whenever I write fics, more so longer fics, because I'm actually just writing down my memories.
It makes it easier to have something to write, but it also means I end up crying every time.
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MY PERFECT MATCH? — LEE HEESEUNG
∿ ৎ୭ EVENT SUMMARY 💌 Honestly, you hated Lee Heeseung with all your heart. He was your school’s best swimmer, but was also annoying and pretty dumb. Every year, your school’s student council holds a Valentines event; they put everyone’s name through a test, figuring out their compatibility with each other, and did everything in their power to make the two end up together. So, if this test was best off of compatibility, why were you, your school’s nerdy art obsessor, paired up with someone like Lee Heeseung, the so-called Mr. Popular?
∿ 🏹 THE PERFECT MATCH ⭒ swimmer!heeseung x nerdy-fem!reader (ft. enhypen, changmin from the boyz, sullyoon and lily from nmixx, wonyoung from ive, yeonjun from txt, danielle and hanni from newjeans, seunghan and eunseok from riize, yuqi from g-idle)
∿ TEST QUESTIONS 📑 smau & written, highschool au, nonidol au, one-sided enemies to lovers, sports au, stuco au, classmates to lovers, fake dating au, fluff, crack, and angst.
∿ ୨୧ RESULTS 🏩 swearing, random timestamps, silly threats, more coming soon!
∿ 🗓️ EVENT IS ꕤ ongoing (updates will be whenever!) started feb 10th - ended ???
∿ NOTE 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 hi…. been watching never have i ever lately and thought of this little fic here!!! thanks to that valentine ep this is now born. also, tysm for 2k pls take this smau as a gift in return !! (ignore how this wasn’t on the poll it was a last minute thing and valentine’s day is soon So).
TAGLIST IS CLOSED!
PROFILES . . . 001 ⪩ 002 ⪩ 003
001. ART AGAIN?
002. u don’t even have an ex???
003. Well… Damn!
004. that won’t do (0.5k words)
005. didn’t knock hard enough 🤷♀️🤷♀️
006. heeyn mission onboard
007. kissing i hope they caught us
008. locked and loaded (0.9k words)
009. okay… now Kiss!
010. let’s kill this love 🩷
011. interesting! (0.9k words)
012. girl wtf
013.
014.
MORE TO COME!
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LIPS TO EYES AND VICE VERSA — SIM JAEYUN
SUMMARY : sim jake sucks at being your tutor but he makes up for it by being your boyfriend.
PAIRING : boyfriend!jake x gn!reader
GENRE : established relationship, fluff / 1.6k words
WARNINGS : jake is flirty, reader loses their mind because of jake ( there is a theme here if you couldn’t tell ) not proofread
﹙ 📑 ﹚ AUTHOR’S NOTE — why is writing author notes harder than the actual fics themselves,,, but anyways i guess i can just mention that i started writing this last night and then finished it while i was in online class as some sort of tmi (no cus why did i edit this draft five times already just to change the author’s note)
“MY EYES ARE UP HERE,” you say blankly — or rather, in an attempt to appear blankly as you look at Jake, your boyfriend and current tutor for the time being.
He had his chin sitting on top of his palm, fingers resting and occasionally tapping against the skin of his cheek. Jake had a couple rings adorning his fingers, all in silver except for the matching ring he bought for the both of you as a gift to ensure his commitment.
His hair was slicked back partly, slightly giving way for you to see his forehead. It also gave you a much clearer view of his eyes, hiding behind the clear lenses of the glasses he usually wears when reading or studying.
His eyes were a common sight considering the fact that he was your boyfriend and you see him almost everyday, however the only reason why you were bothered by them was because they didn’t focus on your eyes, but rather on your lips as you talked.
This was one of his flirty antics at work, the kind of antics you’ve gotten used to a long time ago but can’t help but still be affected by it.
“I know,” Jake responds back, attitude completely the same as it was in the beginning of your rant. Shortly after you notice the corners of his lips curving upwards into smirk, appearing to showcase that he knew exactly what he was doing.
And you were not surprised.
A sigh escapes your lips, “Jake, you’re supposed to be helping me with the lesson.” You spew out while raising an eyebrow at him, crossing both arms together in a direct manner. “Are you going to help me study or are you just going to keep messing around?”
He chuckles amusingly, grin not faltering.
“Messing around? I’m just admiring you, babe. You do know that you’re beautiful, right?”
Jake’s gaze starts to slowly trail from your lips towards your eyes, seeing the expression displayed on your facial features. “Besides, you were going off topic by ranting about Professor Kim and the Math exam.” He tilts his head, still appearing to be flirting with you.
“Well — yeah, and you’re supposed to be helping me pass the exam right now because I don’t want to fail,” you insist, attempting to get Jake back on track in acting as your tutor.
You then see him switch his focus onto the semi messy written notes, opened and sprawled across the table in front of you. “Huh,” he lets out, “You seem alright doing it by yourself though.”
Crap, he was getting to you. The way he spoke to you in a soft yet attractive tone rendered you flustered, and the way he looked like currently was definitely not helping your mental state at all.
With further inspection of his overall appearance, you can see he had his sleeves rolled up until it reached right below his elbow. This simple insight made you admire how evident his veins were on his hand, clearly seen due to his dress shirt’s sleeves not covering them.
He was, without a doubt, making you short circuit. And you absolutely hated that he was doing nothing but only the bare minimum.
“I still need your help either way.” Your tongue moves on its own immediately, mind trying to keep your thoughts at bay about him. You lay your hand on top of the written notes, sliding them towards Jake so he could read them properly.
“Oh, I was supposed to be your tutor or something?” He asks nonchalantly, brows raising up as he fixes his posture on his seat.
In response you roll your eyes and scoff, expression becoming a bit more irritated than it was in the beginning.
“So you just agreed to do this without even listening to me properly when I asked you earlier?” You inquire back, voice surprisingly sounding harsher as you continue looking at him.
Another set of chuckles blew out of Jake’s mouth. “No need to be so angry,” He then leans forward again, tilting his head another time, “I really am sorry though, but I was only doing my job as your boyfriend.”
His words sent shivers down your spine one after the other. It was annoying really, how much his voice had this much of an impact on you. His sultry and deep tone that he always used when speaking to you added another factor of why you were attracted to him in the first place.
From how he apologized, you could easily surmise that he wasn’t truly sorry. But the part where he mentioned that he was just being your boyfriend immediately gave you all of the reasons to forgive him.
You sigh, giving the attempt in ignoring your heart from fluttering another chance. Sim Jaeyun, Sim Jake, Jaeyun, Jake, Jakey — or whatever name he goes by, he truly knew his way to get to you no matter the occasion or if he had changed his persona.
At this point you were already losing your calm demeanor the more you interacted with Jake. Honestly, if it was him who drew the other half of your heart, you’d keep it against your chest without a single question.
He made you want to do impulsive actions, he made you want to embarrass yourself, and he made you want to become a fool. These thoughts were things that you wouldn’t dare to say out loud, mainly because you knew how stupid you would look like in doing so. You couldn’t help but wonder pitifully in your mind.
What was this man doing to you? You’re both dating now, so why does it feel like you were back to hopelessly crushing on him like before?
After all of these questions, you were sure that your mind was going to go haywire if he ever decided to graze his hand against yours.
“Babe,” Jake calls out, catching your attention as he waves a hand in front of your face, “Am I really that much of an eye candy to you?” He asks teasingly, eyes still looking into yours as he watches you flinch slightly at the sudden movement.
You then feel a tap on the tip of your nose, seeing a soft smile adorning your boyfriend’s features, “You’re making it harder for me to help you study if you keep acting this cute.”
As your heartbeat intensifies from his words, you quickly realize what had happened: you were staring at Jake and you weren’t aware of it.
In this point of the current situation, there was no mistake that you were an actual fool in disguise as a human. “Oh — uh, what were you saying?” You ask in a rather flustered manner as you place a hand at the nape of your neck, rubbing it gently the moment it touches it.
Jake grabs the pen from the table’s surface into his hand and clicks it a few times before answering, “I was admiring the view and it seems like you enjoyed yours too.” He cheekily prompts while giving out a small wink towards your direction.
Embarrassment quickly shoots through your mind at full speed, making you receive the desire to hide yourself from him further. “I was looking behind you,” you mutter, trying to create a valid excuse as your fingers begin fiddling with the edges of the papers sprawled across the table.
“You were looking at books about Shakespearean plays?” He stifles, turning his body to glance at the bookshelf to confirm his question. “Last time you told me that Shakespeare sucked, didn’t know you had a change of heart,” Jake shrugs sarcastically, the corners of his lips tugging themselves into a small smirk.
You frown slightly, letting go of the papers and allowing your hand to rest on the table. “I didn’t say he sucked, I said that reading and analyzing his works sucked,” you explain exasperatedly.
Jake can’t help but supply laughter at your words — the way you quickly tried to cover up what you were actually doing made him find you cuter than usual. With the intent of making the situation seem more entertaining, he points the pen at your face, “Then what about the books made you stop talking?”
“I just remembered about my assignment for History.”
“Really? History?”
You nod eagerly — a bit too eagerly for the matter. You tried your best to remedy the situation at hand but the seeping thought of Jake already knowing the truth was pretty much turning into reality.
“Yeah, I have to — um, read a chapter from Midsummer’s Night Dream and analyze it.”
“But I thought you were supposed to be reading Macbeth?”
The amount of counter statements your boyfriend kept saying were only making you more embarrassed. Embarrassed because at this point, you were sure that he knew exactly what you were doing a few moments ago.
“Just tell me the truth,” Jake prompts, “You were looking at me, it was very obvious.”
This was beyond what you were expecting for this tutoring session — actually, was this even a tutoring session in the first place? It was more like a stupid moment of you going feral over a man that you have been dating for almost a year now.
Sim Jaeyun was definitely a bad choice to have as your tutor.
“I have a challenge for you.” He puts his hands together on the table, as well as leaning back away from you to straighten his posture, “I’ll kiss you every time I catch you gawking at me.”
Hearing his idea makes you click your tongue subconsciously, because you knew that it would’ve make your life so much easier if this entire session didn’t happen, nor if you asked Jake to be your tutor in the first place.
© INVVUU 2024
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hi! just read your shuri fic and it’s probably the best one i’ve seen on this app it was so perfect i loved it. could you do a smut where maybe the reader and shuri and fooling around in the lab and she keeps having to tell the reader to be quiet so they don’t get caught🫢
⚠️ SMUT, minors DNI. This work is meant for 18+ audiences. | 🏷️ Established relationship. Fingering, dirty talk, oral sex, exhibition kink, possessive Shuri, D/S undertones, laboratory sex. WC: [2.9k] ; | 📑 I'm sorry if you think it's short, it's my first attempt at writing Shuri smut and I'm trying to get it right. Feedback is really appreciated!
🎧 Girl your body is calling me...
There ain't no sunshine, no sunshine where I was before...
"Shhhh, love. You have to be quiet," Shuri's laugh echoes inside your head; her lips are brushing your ear, tracing the sensitive skin slowly, and her words make you whine when they register, which only prompts her to laugh harder. "That's not really quiet, is it?"
"You have your mouth on me, how do you expect me to be quiet?"
"I know you can do it," her mouth closes around your earlobe, and she sucks. It takes every ounce of control you have not to moan out loud. "Now my mouth is on you."
Her words are accompanied by Shuri's hands going sneaking under your shirt and lab coat, and when the warm palm touches your skin, her mouth makes its way to your neck. "You're terrible," you gasp.
You're an angel... don't you dare stop.
"Hmhmm. Sure am."
"What are you trying to accomplish, hm?"
"Accomplish?" Shuri's kisses spread and cover all parts of your neck. "I'm not trying to accomplish much," she continues, words muttered as her lips leave your skin and before they return to it. "I'm just enjoying you. Can't I enjoy my girl?"
My girl—your brain goes into a short circuit.
"You're doing—god, Shuri—"
Her laugh is wicked. "I know it's two-something—Griot, what time is it?"
"It is exactly 2:13am."
"I know it's two thirteen in the morning, but there are still people in this lab," she whispers to you. "And damn me for designing it this way, but this whole building has a flawless acoustic, would you believe that?"
"If your hands keep squeezing me like this there's not much I can do about it," you suppress your whine by burying your face in the crook of her neck, but the damage was already done when Shuri started kissing you with filthy tongue moves the second you crossed the threshold of her private office—you're drenched, the back of your neck is sweating and, as usual, your girlfriend is enjoying every second of it.
Shuri stops her ministrations of kisses on your neck and pulls back to look you in the eye.
"I'd ask you if you wanna stop, but I know you don't."
You adore the way her hand is big enough to hold basically the whole side of your face. "I'm just—"you called me your girl. "Can't you activate the soundproofing? We're in your office."
Shuri licks her lips, tracing her smile. "I could. But where's the fun in that?"
"The fun is being able to kiss me without me dying of embarrassment tomorrow because everyone in the building heard me."
She closes her eyes. "I'm starting to think you're trying to tempt me."
You laugh. "You'd get off on that?" It's like you discover a new thing every day. You two have been dancing around this thing, this fragile, yet resistant and beautiful thing going on for about three months now, and you've known her for over a year before that, but Shuri still manages to surprise you daily. "Never would peg you for an exhibitionist."
"I'm not," she shakes her head. "I might like the idea of everyone knowing why you were making those sounds, though..."
"Ahhh." Possessive. My girl. You feel the smile forming on your lips. "Very territorial of you, my Princess."
The reaction is instant—the grip on your thigh and Shuri pulling you by the waist closer to her body. "How about this: if you keep quiet for the time of my favorite current song..." Shuri leans in, taking her time to get an inch away from your face. "I'll let you do the thing you've been telling me you want to do so badly."
A tremble passes through your body—an electric current that goes from head to toe, washing over you as if her words were a waterfall that pour on your ear and set your blood on fire.
Shuri must feel it.
The light in her office is good enough for you to see the way her eyes darken.
"Really?" you ask, breathless.
Shuri nods. "Yeah."
"And you want me to do that?"
Another nod. "I..." Shuri's hand on your neck lets go of you so her fingers can start playing with the loose strands of hair on your face. "I told you I'd need some time to think about it."
"Of course."
"And when you first told me that..." Shuri's voice trails off, and the silence hooks your brain to the memory in the same instant. Straight to the first time you two allowed the desire brimming to reach the surface and ended up crashing against one another, with desperate lips and even more desperate hands.
"Shuri, please, please—"
"What do you want, love? Tell me. I'll give it to you."
"Shuri."
"I love the way you say my name. Say it again. Who's making you feel good, hm?"
"Shuri."
"Exactly—Bast, you're perfect. Talk to me, love."
"I want—gods, like that, please, please, don't stop—"
"I'm not gonna stop, I don't think I'm ever gonna stop touching you—look at this. Look how wet you get for me. It's my voice, isn't it? You tremble every time I'm too close to you in the lab."
"Yes, yes, yes—"
"I wanna hear what you want."
"I want you. I wanna worship your body, I wanna kiss you all over, I wanna kiss every inch of you so bad. I thought about it. I dreamt about it. I wanna taste you for hours."
She thought about it for a long time.
Shuri let down her walls one by one and invited you in with apprehension, but a hand leading you and never letting go from yours.
"You're so patient with me," she whispers in your mouth.
You kiss the words, wishing you could eat the appreciation and adoration in her eyes at that moment. The taste of her favorite honey mint is still there, and Shuri does that thing with her tongue that makes you want to grind.
When she pulls for air, Shuri licks her swollen lips.
It makes you smile. "I appreciate things that take time," you answer.
"So do I." Shuri swallows thickly, then looks down at your torso. "Griot. Play my favorite song of the moment, please."
The AI responds with, "Certainly, Princess," and Meet Me in Amsterdam by RINI starts playing.
"Ready?" asks Shuri.
You nod.
As someone who was rescued by Dora Milajes from a hidden security vault where they kept scientists that were interrogated in not very nice ways, you could do hard things.
This topped everything.
Nothing compared to Shuri's intoxicating happiness and paired with her curious touch, a lethal combo was made.
You knew you were one of her first partners.
The first woman.
It showed itself in the way she touched you at first, but it still amazes you by the confidence with which she leads anything and everything she conducts with you.
Shuri starts with her mouth on your neck again.
She likes the way you smell, and with the strength of a Panther, she grabs you by the waist and lifts you up to adjust your legs on either side of her body.
Taking advantage of the new position, she removes your white lab coat, leaving you in nothing but the black uniform most scientists use in her lab.
Whilst her mouth stays busy trailing a route from your neck, to your ear, to your cleavage, to your collarbones, all the way back to your mouth, her hands keep busy too.
They open up the buttons of your pants.
They run their fingertips on your sensitive thighs until you're grinding down on her hips, biting with full force on your bottom lip, eyes shut close.
It's only when her left-hand sneaks inside your pants and caresses over the hood of your pussy that you realize it—Shuri's humming to herself.
She starts massaging the area right above your clit, stimulating—edging you; the feeling of 'almost there' but not enough taking over you like a heatwave.
The last lines of the song start approaching, and the circular motions you're making with your hips in a now desperate chase of Shuri's fingers are making it harder to keep quiet.
"Please."
"Please what?"
"Shuri," it's such a desperate, pathetic whisper, that you feel comforted when she coos at you.
"Shhh, it's ok." Her hand moves up, and then down again, inside your panties. "Is this enough?" it's a weird, shitty angle for her to get access to you, but she reaches your clit—the wet, drenched pool she's created inside you, and you're blessed by a grunt from her.
"Oh, Bast."
"Griot, shut down the sound from here to the outside." The AI replies with of course, Princess, but anything that isn't Shuri is not registering. "I need to eat you out, love."
"Is it out? You turned it off?"
The question's formulated like shit, but she nods with a smile, knowing what you're asking. "No one can hear us now. We have 30 minutes before a mandatory safety check-in, so that means we have until then."
And with those words, Shuri does the thing: she gets up with you in her arms as if you weighed nothing, sits you down on the chair without any effort, and mutters, "Blackout the glass walls, Griot."
"Yes, Princess."
"Just in case," she winks in your direction before dropping your heart to your feet by kneeling down.
It feels so wrong and so perfect at the same time.
"This feels wrong somehow," you laugh.
Shuri laughs too as she spreads your legs to fit her body between them. "You're not even from Wakanda."
"You're still my Princess."
"Never stopped you before on the other times I knelt down for you," Shuri likes to maintain eye contact when she's being a little shit, mostly because she knows you love her grin.
"I thought this the other times too."
"Never said anything why?" she pulls your pants all the way down, but you know she won't do the same with your panties.
"Was shy," you mumble. As you predicted, Shuri only hums and pulls your hips to the edge of the seat. "It feels wrong... and perfect," you confess, feeling hot in more than one place.
"I had a good teacher," Shuri pulls your panties to the side and hums in delight before fixing her gaze on yours. "You know the rule."
"Eyes on you at all times," you echo.
"Good girl," Shuri nods, and she sounds proud. "You did so well last time I let you cum on the first time you asked me. Think you can do that again?"
Desperate, you nod.
Shuri's first lick on your folds comes between a smile.
"Oh."
It's hard not to close your eyes, but you discovered that looking at Shuri is so much better.
At the start, all she has is eyes for you.
She wants to watch the way your mouth parts and is unable to close. She likes to see you coiling in slight embarrassment when her forearms circle your thighs and her fingers can spread your folds open for her tongue to push in deeper.
The louder you moan, the more firmly she dives her face into you.
Shuri never ate pussy before you, and the knowledge that it's you sitting on her perfectly designed office chair, getting your slick and sweat all over her vegan leather seat brings the shaking back to your body.
It's also how she wants more—it's not only about you cumming, she said once. "I want to feel you. Taste you. I want you to feel good. Cumming is just a consequence of that."
You'd never forgotten the words.
When her tongue dips inside for the first time, you're unsure of how to classify the noises you're making, and all you can do is hold onto her hair.
"Feels good?" Shuri asks, with lips and chin glistening under the light. She vibrates her tongue from left to right on top of your clit, making you scream for the first time. You immediately open your eyes when you feel them closed and look down at her because—"that's it, eyes on me, love."
"Do that again," you whine. "Please."
"You're so good at asking for what you want," she praises. "So good."
She complies—Shuri's an instinctive lover. Sometimes, she starts something just by the reaction or the pitches in your voice.
Harder, faster, and slower are instructions she never needed.
Useless for someone as smart and sharp as her.
She vibrates her tongue on your clit again, and it's right when you moan her name, eyes closing for just a moment around how good it feels—"Fuck, fuck, Shuri, oh gods—oh!"
Her fingers enter you, two at the same time, sliding right in with no resistance.
Everything is so wet that not even the filthy sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of you make you whine like the last time.
This time, you take her advice and let out anything inside of you, just the way she said she liked it.
Taking the way her eyes are closed shut and she's eating you out with precision and passion, you imagine she's enjoying the sounds, no matter how muffled they must be for her.
Shuri is relentless with both things—her fingers know which spot to hit and massage inside you, and her tongue on your clit is everything you need to be clawing at her head with your foot dipping against her back.
"Shuri," you warn, moaning louder at a particular suck she gives before licking you slowly again, edging you further. "Shuri, I can't—"
She responds by starting to run circles of her tongue around your clit, her fingers buried deep inside you.
"Fuck!"
"Goddamn it, I love the way you sound for me," she says, pulling back for a deep breath. She switches hands and licks her wet fingers before placing the hand on your bare thigh.
"I'm close," you sob when her fingers push inside again.
"Hmmm, good to know."
And she means it—Shuri slows down at that, changing the pace, and fucking you slower.
It should be illegal to have such an ethereal presence on her knees.
A princess.
"Princess—"
Shuri moans with her tongue buried inside of you, and her fingers push harder against the spot inside of you that makes you scream.
It's a silent request—say it again.
"Princess!" Shuri's tongue starts doing the thing from side to side that leaves you all nerves-ending, raw, and begging for more, and you can feel the heat coiling at the bottom of your stomach. "Please. Please! Shuri, can I come?"
A sharp, loud slap on your ass echos in the room, and the scream that follows almost brings you back to earth.
Almost reminds you of where you two are, and the danger of what you're doing.
"Princess, may I come? Please, grant me permission. Please—"
Shuri's eyes fall on yours, and she nods.
It's the only thing you ever need.
When she fucks her tongue deep into you again and moves her fingers in come-hither motions inside of you, it takes nothing more than the same rhythm for a couple of minutes and it crashes on you, hard and making your body tremble.
"Shuri, I'm cumming." It's the only announcement she gets before your legs close around her neck.
You send a silent prayer to thank you for the spirit of the Panther and the strength it gives her because your whole body shakes.
Your thighs squeeze around her head, and you whine, moan, and groan her name as you cum in her mouth.
"Shuri..."
"Shhhhh."
Fuck.
Is there a psychological reason for why you enjoy being shushed by her so much?
"Griot, you can turn the sound back on. Keep the walls in black-out mode, though."
"What?!" you shriek.
Shuri laughs, but doesn't get up from the floor. Instead, she takes her fingers out of you slowly, puts your panties back in place, and pats your legs. "Take your time. I'll get you some water. You can get your kisses. Then we go home."
"I'll let you do the thing you've been telling me you want to do so badly."
Another shiver runs through you.
Shuri sees it, and knows why.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?"
You nod. "We need to grab something to eat first."
Her smile widens. "Are you telling me we'll need strength?"
"Yes."
"Wow," she laughs. You love the sound of it more than you love a glass of water on a hot day. "Okay. We'll eat, then we'll go home."
"My Princess?"
"Yes, love?"
"Are you my girl too?"
Shuri's smile drops from her lips, but not from her eyes. The shy kiss on the corner of her lips makes you scared of how much love can fit between your ribs—no organ should be able to hold so much, and yet...
"Yes," she replies. She kisses the patch of your skin that's closest to her. "Now let me some clothes on my girl. We have—" she checks her watch. "Oh. Three minutes until mandatory check-in." She looks up with a smile. "Perfect timing," she says, wiping her chin with the sleeve of her coat.
You'll never be able to walk in this office in peace ever again.
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ghoul. — (consign)
[SIXTH INSTALMENT OF GHOUL SERIES : CONSIGN]
"Kiss your clean record goodbye." Provocation or prediction.
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S2 squad went to the 13th ward for a Wipe Out Operation but didn't expect to encounter an Owl in the midst of the operation.
pairing. jungkook x reader, hoseok x reader, jin x reader (ft. myg & pjm)
rating. M
genre. tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, gore, violence, mass attack
disclaimer. this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.
warning. lots of bloodshed (mostly spilled from the ghouls :/), depiction of people (doves) getting killed ruthlessly by the Owl and killing methodology was described.
word count. 5k+
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sorry for the long disappearance </3 but er hey, a brand new banner for ghoul!! beta read by loyal beta reader @zyphqr <3 this is just a short one maybe can be counted as a filler chapter too, but it will make do. hope you guys enjoy this <33 and u lots might not notice, but i kind of changed my writing style a bit? I think consign has got to be the most elaborated fic I've ever written cause those detailed words? idk how my brain came up with that but I'm proud of this one
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dedication. a gift to all of my readers.
The urban avenue of Seoul tonight was oddly still, with only sporadic leaf rustling in the soft breeze breaking the silence. The streetlights emitted a pale light illuminating the desolate pathway and generating a creepy ambience that felt unsettling. The towering edifices on both sides of the street looked imposing and austere, with dark windows and walls stained by the wear of time. In Seoul, quiet streets like this one often serve as a warning sign, hinting at the stillness that precedes a night of horror and violence.
This only served as a warning that hazards could present in any situation, even in the calmest and most tranquil circumstances.
The only sounds that interrupted the quietness were the faraway noise of cars and the faint footsteps’ echoes. A stray feline would occasionally scuttle across the street, eyes gleaming, barely visible in the low light. Despite the peacefulness of the evening, the street’s stillness felt unusual and peculiar. A strong odour of rot and other, more ominous scents, detectable only by those with heightened senses, hung heavily in the air. An enduring sensation of peril seemed to permeate the surroundings, giving the impression of being under surveillance by something lurking in the shadows. The silence was broken by the occasional sound of shattering glass or the screech of metal against metal. A car alarm would blare for a few moments before falling silent once more.
These sounds, too, added to the unease that hung in the air, hinting at the possibility of danger lurking in the darkness.
For those who knew of the existence of ghouls, quiet streets would be even more unsettling. People would be acutely aware that a ghoul could lurk somewhere in the shadows, watching, waiting for its next victim. The silence of the street, combined with the faint scent of blood in the air, would make them feel like they were walking on thin ice, with danger lurking around every corner.
The 13th ward, Seochu-gu.
The pale moonlight bathed the ward where ghouls were recently reported to be lurking in the shadows. The usually bustling streets were now empty, only to be filled in by a large group of doves - some dressed in formal KCCG attire while others were heavily armed. Operating vehicles and drones were also present, adding to the sense of preparation and anticipation in the air. As Jung Hoseok, the Chief Director of Division II, approached, the sound of footsteps echoed through the night, accompanied by the presence of bureaus.
“Alright, good evening, doves,” Hoseok spoke, his voice firm and commanding. “I, Jung Hoseok, Chief Director of Division II, will be leading today’s Wipe Out Operation that is to be conducted here in the 13th ward.”
You and another four supreme investigators stood at attention, listening to Hoseok’s every word. “Operating squad involved in this operation will only be the Supreme Squad S2 and 75 Bureaus. Other than S2 and Bureau Investigators are required to leave the scene. Failed to do so and get caught by S2 squad members, the bureaus, or me, will receive disciplinary action.” Everyone present at the scene nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Hoseok continued, “Commencing roll call on S2 squad. Please present your weapon.”
Each member stood tall and proud, eyes scanning the surrounding area for any signs of danger. The atmosphere was tense, and they knew they were about to embark on a dangerous mission. Finally, Hoseok began calling out names; each member stepped forward to present their weapon.
“Present as always.” A soulful voice spoke with confidence.
The roll call started with Jeon Jungkook, the Branch Director of 2nd Ward, as he confidently presented his weapon, the Angel Beat, an SS-rated Ukaku type known for its incredible speed and accuracy. Min Yoongi stepped forward with a bored, unbothered expression and presented his weapon, the 13’s Jason, a Rinkaku type rated S+. 13’s Jason was one of the most potent weapons in their arsenal, and Min Yoongi knew how to use it to devastating effect.
As the roll call continued, Park Jimin, another Special Class member, stepped forward proudly with his charming smile, “Never not present,” and presented his weapon, the IXA, a Koukaku type that was rated S+.
Kim Seokjin, your fellow Associate Special Class, followed suit, responded upon his name being called and presented his weapon, the Narukami, an S+-rated Ukaku type known for its incredible range and power.
Finally, your name was called out. Your grip tightened on your quinque as you presented your weapon, the Aus, a Rinkaku-type rated S+. The Aus was a fearsome weapon known for its speed and agility, and you had spent countless hours training with it to hone your skills. As the roll call came to a close, you stood steady, weapon at the ready.
Hoseok looked around at his team, impressed by their impressive arsenal. “Total of five members. Weapon rating from SS to S+.”
He then briefed the investigators on the operation. “This operation aims to cleanse the 13th ward off ghouls. It was brought to our attention that quite a number of ghouls have been roaming in this ward. Expect every worst possibility as the data collected by the bureaus have shown that several S+ rated ghouls are hiding in this ward.”
“Movement will be in personal formation with 15 Bureaus as back-ups. I will be assisting each one of you through the earpiece and monitoring through the drones.”
The investigators nodded, preparing themselves for the dangerous mission ahead. Hoseok gave them a nod of approval. “Doves, fight with your all. Best of luck,” he said before giving the signal.
“Operation commences.”
With a nod from your leader, the five of you set out into the dark night, ready to fight for justice and protect the citizens of the 13th ward from the threat of ghouls. You moved out, determined to eliminate the ghouls that lurked in the darkness. As all of you moved through the eerie streets of the 13th ward, the tension in the air was felt by everyone. The sound of footsteps echoed loudly as if warning any lurking ghouls of the doves’ presence. Jungkook took point, his Angel Beat quinque ready in his grip. He scanned the area, searching for any signs of movement.
“Clear,” he informed Hoseok, his voice crackling through your earpiece too.
As Jungkook ventured to his chosen route, the rest of the team moved forward, staying in formation before breaking into personal formation. Your squad moved deeper into the ward, searching every nook and cranny for any sign of ghoul activity. The tension was palpable, as all of you knew that any misstep could mean certain death or injury.
To describe Wipe-Out Operation with one word would be unpredictable. This operation was assigned to the Supreme Squad for a reason. Given the unpredictability, KCCG only sent out Associates Special Class and above to prevent any unwarranted damages, and it was usually conducted and supervised by Division Chief Director, Hoseok or Namjoon, according to the wards involved. KCCG strictly prohibited any ranks lower than Associate Special and Special from participating in the operation, no matter how great and exceptional one’s skills were.
It was the experience that counted, at least according to the KCCG’s higher-ups.
“Remaining doves, split into pairs,” Hoseok commanded. “The headquarters sent a newly found vision radar of the 13th ward, and the Rc levels are increasing. Jungkook, be informed. I will send out more bureaus to your side.”
“Very well.” His voice echoed in your earpiece following Hoseok.
“Bureaus, load your Q-bullets,” he ordered, stern and commanding.
The bureaus sprang into action, their movements quick and efficient. They reached for their bullet cases, deftly loading their Q-bullets into their quinques. The sound of the bullets clicking into place was the only noise in the silent night as they prepared themselves for the upcoming operation. They stood in line as they finished loading, waiting for the following order. Each one was ready for whatever lay ahead, their minds focused and their hearts beating with anticipation.
“Weapons are to be fired upon the orders of your respective formation leaders,” Hoseok instructed one last time before going off the communication system.
Suddenly, Yoongi urged you to follow him, “Let’s go (Y/N).”
Noticing the confusion on Jimin’s face, he clarified the situation by pointing out that it wouldn’t be a good idea to form a team with two associates and two special classes.
“In that case, you can take Jin,” Jimin countered, crossing his arms.
Yoongi scoffed, “Damn. Did I miss a notice stating that (Y/N) is your partner again?” He then grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards the other side of the ward, leaving Jimin fuming with anger and Jin puzzled.
As you and Yoongi turned to a corner, a loud noise erupted. The two of you stopped any movements, weapons raised as a reflex. You knew better than to speak out loud, so you waited with bated breath. Suddenly, a figure leapt out from the shadows.
It was a ghoul.
Its Kagune gleamed in the dim light and moved at a thunder-like speed, but before the ghoul could even reach the two of you, Yoongi had already unsheathed his jagged quinque. His quinque sliced through the air with deadly accuracy as he pivoted on his heel and swung, slicing through its kagune. The ghoul stumbled backwards, blood gushing from the wound on its side. Yoongi didn’t give it a chance to recover, though. He pressed forward, striking blow after blow with his quinque.
The ghoul crumpled to the ground with a loud thud, lifeless.
You stood back, watching as Yoongi wrenched the blood off his weapon and rested it on his shoulder. You weren’t oblivious to the fact that Yoongi was the most ruthless, quick-witted investigator ever to be born in KCCG. But at that moment, you wished he was anything but those. The ghoul you and Yoongi had encountered was a lone male ghoul. But it wasn’t that fact that made you hesitant.
He looked terrified. Eyes wide with fear.
It wasn’t the fear of being found by doves.
The fear in his eyes was present even before the pair of you arrived. He was about to say something before Yoongi killed him. You didn’t miss the tremble of his lips. “He was trying to tell something.” You approached the dead body.
Yoongi crouched down beside you and examined the ghoul’s face. “It doesn’t matter now.”
You frowned; you couldn’t shake the feeling that you might have missed something important. You scanned the area to see if there were other ghouls nearby, but there weren’t any. You and Yoongi moved forward cautiously. The streets of the 13th ward were silent. The moon shone down the deserted road, casting an eerie glow on the surroundings. As you and your partner walked further into the area, Yoongi suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing you to do the same.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, approaching you rapidly.
Yoongi swung his quinque, ready for use, a menacing look on his face. You followed suit, grip on your weapon tightening. The footsteps grew closer, and you could see the silhouette of three figures approaching your direction with crazed expressions on their faces, ready to attack.
Without hesitation, Yoongi charged forward, striking one of the ghouls with a swift blow from his quinque. They clashed back and forth, Yoongi using his agility to dodge the ghoul’s attacks and strike back with his 13’s Jason. Each time he landed a hit, the ghoul would let out a pained growl, but it only seemed to make it more aggressive.
But it made Yoongi scoff.
He found it funny how the ghoul tried to act mighty and strong when he could easily detach the head from the neck with bare hands. Yoongi fought the creature with a clear stance and graceful movements as if he was performing a dance.
A deadly dance.
He was, after all, a killing machine masking as a delicate doll.
The remaining two turned their attention to you. The male ghoul was massive, towering over you with impressive height and a menacing expression. His kagune, a long tentacle-like appendage, whipped through the air as it prepared to attack. He lunged forward, forming his kagune into a claw; he aimed at your chest. But you quickly dodged the attack, stepping to the side and bringing your Aus up in a defensive stance. He snarled and attacked again.
Yoongi launched a powerful attack with his kagune, slicing through the ghoul’s torso and causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. He dragged his quinque painfully slow through the ghoul’s body as more blood flowed out. He lazily turned his head toward your direction. You were fighting two ghouls, but he didn’t have any intention of helping you, so he continued playing with the dead body.
You can handle them…
Probably, he shrugged.
With a swift movement of your wrist, you sliced through the ghoul’s arm, causing him to screech in pain and recoil. The second one finally jumped into the fight. She was relentless, her kagune striking out again and again, but you were unyielding, dodging, blocking, and attacking with unflinching determination. She charged at you upon seeing her friend being taken down, but again, you instinctively dodged to the side, swinging your quinque in a wide arc. She was fast, but you were quicker as you blocked and deflected her attacks while landing blows of your own. Your weapon finally made heavy contact with the ghoul’s flesh, spraying a shower of blood into the air. She howled in pain, but you couldn’t feel any sympathy; instead, you could feel a rush of adrenaline.
Suddenly, the injured male lunged forward with lightning speed, his kagune striking at you with deadly force. You looked at him with a condescending smirk, “A strong one, aren’t you?”
It was almost psychotic how your tone sounded because nothing could’ve prepared your opponents for your sudden move. Your quinque pierced through the ghoul’s flesh in a blink of an eye, and he let out a final howl before collapsing to the ground, dead.
It took the female one off guard, but you didn’t give her time to recover as you jumped over her head and delivered a powerful kick to its back. She was sent flying with great force; probably broke a few bones and damaged some areas of skin. You looked down at her spasming figure with malice and plunged your Aus into her back, ending her life immediately.
The bureaus under your command had shocking looks on their faces. They exchanged glances with each other as if realising that you were not to be underestimated. Of course, they had always heard the praises that fell from the lips of the higher-ups that you were a skilled investigator, but seeing you in action was entirely another thing.
“New recruits?” Yoongi’s voice was calm and collected, betraying no hint of emotion as he finished off the ghoul he was handling just now.
He did detach the head from the neck.
The bureaus’ complexion paled, every colour drained at the horrendous sight before them.
“Right, I forgot bureaus don’t kill all the time,” because it was clear that killing ghouls was just another day in the life of a KCCG investigator.
Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine as you caught a glimpse of a figure moving in the corner of your eye. It has to be a mistake. A low growl echoed through the hallway, causing the team to freeze. They knew that sound all too well - it was the sound of a ghoul.
Not just an ordinary ghoul.
“It’s the Owl.”
Yoongi’s voice was the last thing you heard before the explosive sound of the Owl crashing on the ground, announcing its presence and causing debris to rain down on everyone. The heavy feelings that have been crawling on your back. The first ghoul you had encountered, the terror and fear in his eyes.
The three ghouls that were killed.
They died in the hands of doves instead of the Owl.
It was unintentional that they encountered us.
They were running away from the grim reaper but still stumbled on death’s door.
“Take cover!” You commanded the bureaus, grabbing the nearest to you by the arm and pulling them towards the most immediate cover. You and Yoongi were split as he jumped toward the right side. You positioned yourself in front of the female bureau you had pulled with you, shielding her from any potential danger.
The Owl planned all of this. None of these were coincidences.
Reaching for your ear device, you contacted Hoseok, “Emergency code red-O, triple S; Yong. Location, North–”
“Bureaus, fire!”
Upon Yoongi’s command, the bureaus opened fire on the Owl. The air was filled with the sound of gunfire and the whistling of projectiles. But the bullets seemed to have no effect on it. The Owl grew even more enraged and began to thrash about wildly. Its tentacles flailed out in every direction, knocking over walls and sending debris flying through the air.
What the fuck?
Why is he provoking Yong?!
Owls were immune to Q-bullets; sometimes, even quinque does no damage. He should know that.
“Fall back!” You shouted through the chaos, but your command fell on deaf ears. The sound of the continuous firing prevented your voice from reaching your comrades. You scrambled to dodge the tentacles and find another safe cover. You could feel the ground shaking beneath you as Owl continued to wreak havoc on the ward. The dangerous creature let out a deafening screech. Its eyes glowed red as it turned its attention toward the bureaus. It flapped its kagune and leapt into the air, swooping down towards them with incredible speed. The armed investigators scattered desperately, trying to avoid the creature’s deadly tentacles.
“Investigator Min, we need to–”
Yong pounced on a group of bureaus, slashing and tearing with its razor-sharp appendages. They screamed in terror as the beast’s relentless assault tore them apart. Some were still shooting and firing in hopes of distracting or even injuring – just a minor wound on the Owl, but despite their best efforts, the attacks seemed only to enrage the Owl further. It seemed almost invincible, unstoppable in its rage. Its attacks became increasingly ferocious, and the investigators found themselves quickly losing ground.
You turned to your partner in terror, hoping he would just look you in the eyes and bellow a command. “Min Yoongi – !” Except he was not in his spot.
The Owl turned around just in time to block your superior’s attack with its own kagune. It countered with a devastating strike that nearly took Yoongi off his feet.
“Yoongi, Hoseok is on the way. We need to retreat first!” You tried to reach him again while trying to gather the bureaus. The situation was already chaos at its finest; Yoongi definitely didn’t need to add up to it.
With a violent swing of his 13’s Jason, Yoongi charged forward once more, his quinque gleaming in the dim light of the ward. The two engaged in an intense battle, their weapons clashing with each other in a violent symphony. He lunged at the Owl, his quinque slashing through the air toward the ghoul’s head. But no matter how skilled Yoongi was, Owl was no easy opponent, and it had yet to unleash its full power.
Yoongi was not Namjoon.
Not even Hoseok.
Skills unmatched.
Yong’s eyes glowed with malice. Sidestepping the attack, it launched itself towards Yoongi; massive kagune extended, robust scale-red slashed through the air and to his abdomen. Yoongi stumbled back as blood seeped through his shirt.
He cursed under his breath, looking down at his open wound. His stamina was decreasing significantly from all those attacks and defences. But his body had long entered survival mode; he was far from exhausted. The Owl that stood in front of him, he knew very well.
The same Owl that caused a riot and havoc back in his hometown.
The very same Owl that became the reason why he was in KCCG instead of living happily with his family.
The one and only Owl that was responsible for his first ever traumatic event.
The fucking Owl that–
“Yoongi, dodge!” You slammed your body toward Yoongi without thinking twice the moment you saw his eyes go blank. You’ve seen that Yoongi way too many times. The Yoongi that would be deep in thought and stare into nothingness when you passed by his office. The only moment where he would show vulnerability unconsciously, and you knew how much he hated it– because you hated it too– but that always happened in the KCCG building and never, ever during a mission.
The collision between your body and Yoongi’s was extremely powerful that it sent him flying to the other side, to a safer side. His eyes finally met yours as his train of thought was interrupted. The worried expression on his face was the first you ever saw in your time working with him as he screamed your name with great desperation. You could swear you saw his eyes turn glossy before you were sent flying.
You pushed him just in time but were a second late to dodge the Owl’s full-force attack. Your Aus managed only to cover your torso as the Owl’s movement was too quick for your reflex. Your whole body met with the Owl’s heavy blow.
Since when does getting hit by your own quinque hurt like bitch? “S-shit…”
Your body was numb.
Hey, at least you’re not feeling pain.
Better than feeling the pain like someone was taking away your soul.
“Oh, my lady,” A voice reached your ears, although it was very faint due to the impact your body had experienced. You knew whose voice it was. “Do you recognise me?”
It was Hoseok.
You blinked twice as a yes.
“Good girl.” Weirdly you could feel his gentle stroke on your hair. His warmth reached your cold, numbing body. You wanted to close your eyes. “I need you to stay with us until you reach the hospital. Can you do that for me?”
You were tired. You didn’t think you could comply with this order.
“I know you’re tired and hurt, (Y/N), but I need you to just stay conscious. Jin will keep you company. I will take over everything from here. Take a rest, but please stay alive.”
The next thing you know, Jin was already on your side with a worried expression. “(Y/N), hang on there. The ambulance is on the way.” He stroked your hair with his rough, calloused hand – probably due to handling those heavy killing weapons. Your hands were no different. In fact, all ghoul investigators were bound to roughen their hands.
With the quinques.
And with blood.
Oh, are you regretting your decision, (Y/N)?
Never.
“Stay with us, (Y/N),” you heard Jungkook’s voice. Quinque was thrown to the side as he kneeled next to you. You swore his force could’ve injured his knees, but he didn’t seem to care at all by the looks of it. His eyes were only on you. Pupils dilated in fear. Hands and lips trembled as he spoke. “It must’ve hurt a lot, Sakura.”
Sakura.
“Yeah,” you said with minimal energy. “It hurts a lot, Koo.”
Jimin arrived last at the scene. He was out of breath from the sprinting he did when he received Hoseok’s assembly order. His eyes first landed on your half-alive body before the sight of the hideous monster caught his eyes.
Yoongi and (Y/N) couldn’t be that stupid to try and take the Owl down.
One was a half-ghoul, and another one was pure human.
“Oh, Yong Owl,” Hoseok had left your side, hands stuffed in his pockets and walked towards Yoongi, ordering the other fellow Supreme Squad members to follow him with bureaus at the ready. “It’s been a while, don’t you think?”
Yong Owl.
That name caught Jimin’s attention. When Hoseok commanded him to come here, he wasn’t informed which Owl was at the scene; only his rate was told. Jimin pushed back his hair from his forehead. He so badly wanted to burst into a loud laugh. He let his hand stay on his face longer but couldn’t contain the vicious smirk tugging on his lips at the realisation. Of course, it wasn’t you that could be so stupid in this situation.
You were the result of Yoongi’s stupidity.
Yong wasn’t some random Owl. Of course, he wasn’t, even for KCCG. But Yong was especially not some random Owl for Yoongi.
Jungkook hesitated to walk away from you but got on his feet and stood next to Jin with a concerned face for a few seconds. You were, after all, a Jeon. He couldn’t bear to see his family in pain and let the assaulter run away. He was torn between staying by your side or taking down Yong Owl. Jimin slung his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, pulling the younger with him heading towards the Owl.
Yong was the murderer of Yoongi’s family.
“We’ll be right back, (Y/N),” Jimin sent you a wink. A smirk followed shortly after as he continued. “After this, no more danger you can’t take on will come your way.”
Silly Yoongi, but thank you for the opportunity, soulmate.
“Didn’t expect to see me?” Hoseok smiled. “I know you wish to have encountered Namjoon instead because he always lets you go unscathed, worried for his teammates.”
Yong took a step back as the Chief Director took a step forward. Hoseok was known for his ruthlessness, and that fact was well-learned even for ghouls, even for Owls. While he seemed like the most gentle and caring person, the fact was that he was still a ghoul investigator. His motto in KCCG was to kill with passion. He has worked for KCCG for the longest among everyone. His entire bloodline was born only to serve KCCG for the betterment of the world.
Most Owls have their own hideouts that were undetectable by KCCG; hence it was unlikely for Owls to bump into the doves. Moreover, Owls always stayed lowkey.
“But things work differently for me. You bark, I bite.”
A bureau walked towards Hoseok to hand him a quinque suitcase. Jimin whistled at the sight. He knew what was in that. Heck, it even looked different than any other quinque suitcase.
It was the legendary quinque.
It was the quinque imported from CCG, Japan. Previously wielded by Arima Kishou, the legendary ghoul investigator before he died, since then, the quinque has been stored in CCG’s top secret room. It was only recently an evaluation was done to hand over the quinque to worthy hands and make use of it. Hoseok was invited to take part in the evaluation and easily scored the highest. The quinque was named Owl, created from a kakuhou torn out of the Non-Killing Owl during the battle against Arima. Crafted with precision and designed for devastating efficiency, it possessed an air of elegance despite its deadly purpose. It was the only known SSS-rated quinque and the only one known to be created from a living ghoul.
“Unlucky for you; you hurt my favourite person.” Hoseok shook his head in disappointment as he was just scolding a child for his wrongdoing. He activated the suitcase, and immediately, it transformed into the Owl.
The Owl quinque was a masterpiece of engineering, combining intricate craftsmanship with advanced technology. Its appearance was both captivating and haunting, resembling a pair of oversized metallic wings. The wings were adorned with intricate patterns and etchings, reflecting the meticulous attention to detail put into its creation. The surface of the quinque gleamed with a metallic sheen, hinting at its superior strength and durability. The blade of the quinque was razor-sharp, capable of easily slicing through flesh and exoskeleton. Its edges were finely honed and meticulously maintained, ensuring maximum combat-cutting efficiency.
But it was not just its physical attributes that made the Owl quinque so formidable. Within its core lay a unique and deadly mechanism. With a simple flick of a switch, the quinque would unleash its true power. The wings would unfold, revealing hidden compartments and mechanisms, each serving a specific purpose in enhancing combat capabilities. The Owl quinque was known for its incredible speed and agility. It allowed its wielder to move with astonishing swiftness, striking down enemies in a flurry of precise and lethal attacks. Its versatility was unmatched, enabling the wielder to seamlessly transition between offensive and defensive maneuvers, easily adapting to any situation.
Moreover, the quinque possessed a unique ability to absorb and manipulate the kagune, the potent weapon of the ghouls. It could absorb the kagune’s energy and redirect it with devastating force, turning the enemy’s own power against them. This ability allowed the wielder to effectively counter even the most formidable opponents, turning their strength into their downfall.
The sheer power and elegance of the Owl quinque made it a symbol of Arima’s skill and prowess as a CCG investigator. Its reputation preceded it, striking fear into the hearts of ghouls and admiration in the minds of fellow investigators.
It was a weapon of legend, capable of rewriting the course of battles and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.
Weapon at ready, Hoseok began again, “I don’t want your death.”
In the hands of Arima, the Owl quinque became an extension of his own being. It embodied his relentless determination and unwavering resolve in the face of darkness. With each swing and strike, he delivered justice with chilling precision, carving a path through the ghouls that dared to challenge him, and it was about to be the same for Hoseok.
The legend of the Owl quinque would be relived in his hands.
“Your scream when I extract fragments of you in Cochlea sounds more satisfying.”
And he would start by painting the blood of Yong on the quinque.
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sunny's year half year in review
because i am all about that self celebration 👏
achievements
🏅 joined a fandom
🏅 got married (🌖)
🏅 made friends (🏮🌺🌋🍜🍀🕊️🦌🧬💤🦎🦭☄️✍️🪨🪶🦚💝🎞️🪄🍞)
🏅 learned new things (📸🪡📑)
🏅 sunnyscrambles
creations
an ongoing amélie dissertation in sentitwin soulmate au. next chapter will be posted on new year's day and will feature art from @moonieratty!
félix and amélie webweaves. my favorites that i've made! all literature is from my graham de vanily reading lists.
ladynoir amv. so many episodes in this. my storage space...
multifandom webweave. the first one i made and still very important to me!
i entered a feverish haze after @nemaliwrites's remixes introduced me to a softer world and the result was Feelings.
my favorite fic i wrote this year. mind the trigger warnings.
recommendations
running in the shadow
i cannot describe how much this fic means to me. i left hundreds of messages during my liveread and i wept all through my comment and my reblog and still it's not nearly enough. it's one of my favorite gifts, one of my favorite fics, and one of my favorite works of art i've ever seen. thank you to @wackus-bonkus-maximus for being a role model, an inspiration, and my first fandom friend.
i love you (for senti-mental reasons)
as the head of the as time goes by pr team, i would be remiss not to recommend something from this series! félix in this universe makes me turn into dynamite. second recommendation is betcha on land (they understand). i'm a big fan of @redundant-lava, you see.
i know there's been pain this year (but it's time to let it go)
what's there not to like about @ninadove's sentitwins? her christmas fic blew me away. i love her creative costume designs, her references to classics and video games, and her accompanying fic art. honorable mentions to la nuit, tous les chats sont gris and everything i did (i did for you).
bon voyage
one of the original highlights of my summer. the dream sequence in chapter four blew my mind. the way this fic was planned to end drives me nuts in the best way.
bell the cat
the single most amazing fantasy au i've read. i'm regularly awed by how incredible it is, and awed by @heartfulselkie's writing, art, and person in general. if i learned how to bind books, this would be at the top of my list. i keep saying it because it's true.
thirteen
our monthly dosage of pain, exquisite backstory exploration, and gorgeous @anna-scribbles prose. i'm always a sucker for pre-canon and this is The fic for adrien pre-canon fans. christmas félix will make me explode.
a rose by any other name
i love everything @asukiess makes but shoutout to loveybug au for being such a fun and creative time for the lovesquare fandom. this fic also comes with the loveyvelours art of all time. the other day i started thinking about kuro neko unprompted. autumn is in my brain...
phoenix félix
this isn't a fic, but i'll never miss a chance to scream about art by @luckychatons. phoenix félix is immortalized in my discord profile picture. i'm blessed to receive secret félix doodles and catsona designs on the down low!
moonie
just scroll through their entire art account. everything they make is an eye feast, and they haven't even posted the half of it. my partner and creative inspiration. the moon to my sun. buy them a coffee for always supporting dead girls club.
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TEMPORARY FIX
Mark Lee (M)
fic 1 of the “Midnight Memories” 7DREAM series!
inspired by the song:
“you can call me, when you’re lonely, when you can’t sleep. i’ll be your temporary fix.”
TEMPORARY FIX || MARK LEE
🔞 NSFW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
📝 written by cheosarang
📑 word count: 4,000+ words (i edited the rest on tumblr and i lost count 😆)
‼️ WARNINGS: alcohol use and drinking, unprotected sex, oral (M receiving), a little bit angsty but turns into something else at the end.
TAGLIST: @matchahyuck @m00minjunnie @bockhyun @ephemeral19s @shapeofgyu @ablackbtsstan @njmkjn @t5ukln0qi @teexzya @jenojammin @curieouscapt @thiccfullsun @jianreadsaus @airpodbaekuwu @univexrse
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August 2020
“Jaehyun?!” You gasp, as one of your hands immediately comes into contact with your lips, covering your mouth.
“Holy shit,” He mumbles, as he and… whoever the girl was on his bed, scampers around the bedroom you two shared, looking for their clothes. “Y/N, please don’t go. I can explain!” He exclaims, hurriedly slipping into his shirt and boxers, but you were already about to bolt out the front door.
As your hand reaches to open the door knob, Jaehyun grabs ahold of your arm.
“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like, she and I-“ He begins, and you scoff, tears welling in your eyes.
“You know what Jaehyun? Save it.” You say in anger and disbelief, as you try your best to compose yourself in front of him, even though your heart feels like it’s shattering into a million pieces. “We’re over.”
Without looking back, you exit the apartment, never to return.
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October 2022 (present day)
9:13 AM
“Fuck.” This was the first word you mumbled to yourself, the moment you woke up. You hated how you still dreamt of the day when your ex, Jaehyun, cheated on you two years ago. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself that you’ve completely moved past it, for some reason, no amount of tequila shots could erase the hurt and betrayal that the experience has given you.
You exit your room and make your way to the apartment kitchen, where your best friend, Yeji, was making pancakes.
“Moooorning!” She said in a sing-songy tone, as she puts the pancakes on a plate, and slides them over to you as you take a seat on the chair by your table.
“Morning,” You mumble, taking a bite from the pancake.
“You seem to be in a bad mood.” Yeji points out. “Rough night?” She questions, as she pours a glass of orange juice for you and herself.
“Yeah, I had a nightmare.” You tell her, rolling your eyes at the thought, while taking a sip from your drink before continuing. “I dreamt of that night again.”
“That night?” She frowns, not seeming to catch on to what you meant at first.
“Yeah, THAT night.” You emphasize even more this time, and she gasps, finally catching on.
“Oh… I get it. The one that happened two years ago? Y/N! You’re such a lovely person. You honestly did not deserve any of that. And it’s a shame that your subconscious keeps replaying that memory in your head through the form of dreams.” She scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief while digging into her own stack of pancakes.
“I know! It frustrates me. It was a really really fucked up situation. I really don't need any more reminding.” You complain to her.
“But I have an idea, though. Something that can make you forget it!” She smiles at you, and you frown in disapproval. “You’re already making a face! Let me finish first please?”
The reason for your unenthusiastic behavior was because everytime Yeji says something like that, it always ends up not going well. You then recall to her how one of her past ideas to make you “forget” resulted in the two of you waking up to see your apartment in a mess, both of your heads throbbing in pain from the alcohol. The worst part of it all was that you both had to clean despite feeling the worst hangover.
“Okay fine whatever, I admit my idea at that time was really dimwitted. But believe me when I say that this time around, you’ll actually have fun!” She says, really trying to convince you. “Pleaaaseee…”
You sigh. “Gosh alright, alright! But only because you prepared breakfast today.”
“Yay!” She squeaks, jumping out of her chair. “Here’s my idea… I want you to come with me to a university party tonight.”
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8:30 PM
Bright lights, thumping music, and a shit ton of people. You were really at a party, alright. Your stomach begins to turn as you and your best friend make your way towards the entrance of the house.
“Yeji, I seriously don't like the look of this.”
“C’mon Y/N! What Jaehyun did to you was not your fault. Since you guys broke up, I noticed how you have refused to talk to anybody else. I mean, I understood it the first few months. Even during the first year. But it’s been two years now. And as your best friend, it hurts me to see you mope around your room doing nothing. Which is why I dragged you all the way here! Not to make relationships, because if you aren’t ready, I respect that! I invited you to come because I just want you to meet new people who might distract you from whatever loneliness you’re feeling.” She says to you over the loud music, squeezing your hand.
You were left speechless by her statement, as it slowly dawned upon you that she did have a point.
Maybe the reason why you keep dreaming of that traumatic experience is because you need somebody to help you forget it. Somebody to help you fully free yourself from it.
Taking a deep breath, you condition your mind to let go, and as soon as Yeji hands you the red cup with alcohol in it, for the first time in two years, you’ve felt lighter.
In between the dancing and small talk with the other party goers, you’ve failed to notice that you’ve lost your best friend. You figured she was probably dragged away by Juyeon, her boyfriend. So you’ve situated yourself in the corner of the room, drinking your, what seems to be, 4th cup of alcohol. From the spot you’re standing at, you can see people talking, dancing, making-out, while others are just doing the same as you… drinking alone. Your phone suddenly lights up, and a text notification from Yeji appears.
YEJI: heyy y/n! where r u
YOU: i’m at the corner near the stairs, y? wbu? wru?
YEJI: r u alright??? i’m with juyeon! lmk if u wanna go home ok, juyeon will drive us. hes not drunk xox but we r in his room
YOU: ya.. nope no thanks. i’m fine. u guys hv fun tho, i’ll probably just call an uber otw home.
YEJI: u sure?
YOU: yep, i’m planning to go home in a few mins anyways :)
With that, you lock your phone screen. You were so busy texting that you failed to notice that someone else was standing right beside you.
White shirt, skinny jeans, a black wrist watch, with his raven colored hair slicked back. You didn’t need a second glance to know that the person beside you was none other than your Freshman year crush… Student Council President and straight-A student, not to mention the exceptionally handsome Mark Lee.
He also happened to be watching the rest of the party from your view, and the silence between the both of you was so thick, you cleared your throat to get rid of the awkwardness, before speaking.
“Hey?” You say in a questioning tone, and he chuckles, facing you.
“Hey. Long time no chat, Y/N.” He replies, a small smirk forming on his lips. “I was wondering how long it would take before you actually noticed I was here.” He tells you jokingly, sipping from his cup.
“Oh-yeah right, uhm. Sorry. I was texting my friend.” You stammer, drinking from your cup as well, realizing that you’ve already finished your drink.
Mark immediately takes notice of this, and says “Do you want me to get you a drink?”
“Sure, that would be lovely.” You smile, feeling a blush creep onto your face. He’s still as cute as you remember. You thought to yourself.
As soon as he returns back to your little corner, he hands you back your cup.
“Do you wanna get some fresh air outside? It seems too stuffy to chat here.” He tells you.
Being around him made you feel like you were in some sort of trance, unable to refuse whatever it is that he asks of you. It’s also worth mentioning that this is the first time in a long time that you actually liked being around somebody else (other than your best friend, Yeji), a familiar face… which is why you saw this as a great opportunity to catch up with Mark, an old friend.
“Yeah, sure thing.” You agreed.
The two of you make your way out to the back of the house, where an open area is available. Unlike indoors, there were only a few people outside. Some of them passed out drunk on the beach chairs by the pool. You both decide on sitting on the grass at a secluded part where a small garden was situated, as you and Mark look at the stars.
“I was wondering what a beautiful girl like you was doing alone in there.” He says, breaking the silence.
“What? Oh. Uh.. I actually just got dragged here by my best friend, Yeji. And then she left with her boyfriend.” You reply, scoffing a little as you face him. “I was actually planning to go home. You know. But then I saw you!”
“That’s cool… but what about you, though? You only came here with Yeji? Where’s your boyfriend?” He asks, curiosity lacing his voice.
Of course Mark knew who Jaehyun was. He remembers how crushed he felt after knowing that you were already taken by someone else. Ever since the two of you became groupmates for a project during your Freshman year, he caught himself smiling when you glanced back at him, or when you’d talk to him. It’s a shame that after your project, whatever closeness was beginning to form between you and Mark immediately disappeared when Jaehyun came into the picture. Naturally, he couldn’t react nor show that he was jealous, because he never even told you that he liked you in the first place… and that even until now, he still does.
“We broke up.” You state, looking down at your crossed legs.
“Oh… I had no idea. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry, I- I really didn’t know.” He tells you honestly.
Just to move on from you, he’s also had a few relationships here and there. Nothing ever serious. In that time, he tried to forget how he felt about you, which is why he never really asked around for details concerning you anymore. So your revelation about how things were between Jaehyun and you came off as a surprise to him, but if anything, a pleasant one. Because that meant that now, he finally had a chance.
“It’s okay.” You shrug. “It was a long time ago anyways, besides- I have someone cuter beside me anyways now.” You suddenly blurt out. You had no idea if it was the 5th cup of alcohol speaking, or if it was the fact that you’ve always had a little crush on Mark but was too afraid he would never feel the same from the start. You like to think it was probably the former.
Mark looks at you with wide eyes, as you inched your face closer to his, your breaths fanning against one another. Surprise washes over you when Mark suddenly crashes his lips onto yours, his hands caressing your face and pulling you closer, as you tangle your fingers in his hair. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth, his tongue and yours fighting for dominance. His hands then make their way to your breasts, fondling them, as you adjust to a brand new position and find yourself caressing him, sitting on his lap, your ass against his crotch.
You can feel his cock hardening beneath you, as you slowly grind back and forth in between kisses, a moan escaping his and your lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Y/N wait.” He suddenly stops you, holding your hips, as your eyes shoot open.
Shit. You kind of forgot where you were at the moment. You look around and sigh in relief as you realize that no one was around to see your intense make-out session. “God, i’m so fucking sorry Mark, seriously.” You ramble, standing up, and he stands up as well.
“What are you saying sorry for? Honestly? I liked whatever we were doing.” He tells you. “Did you?” He asks.
“Of course I did. But-” Images of your ex and him cheating on you come flooding back to your memory. Mark was intoxicating. You couldn’t resist him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want anything to happen between the two of you tonight… but you’d also be lying if you say that you’re willing to commit to another relationship.
“But what?”
“If we’re going to continue whatever we were doing tonight… promise me that there’s never going to be any feelings involved.” You say with a very serious face.
Mark was already fucked in the “no feelings” part. He liked you. So much. But he’s been waiting for this moment for so long, that he’d be willing to take any opportunity to be close to you, even if it meant pretending that his feelings for you were never there.
“I mean, yeah. Okay. You can call me when you’re lonely, or when you can’t sleep… I’ll be like, your temporary fix? You know. Friends with benefits. Only if you want to.” He smiles, and if you weren’t still picking up the pieces your ex broke, you swore that you’d actually give Mark a chance. But for now, whatever this was, will do. Those mere minutes you spend with your lips on his made you forget, and now you want more.
“Deal.” You say. “So, how do we finish where we left off?”
“You know what, I have an idea.” Mark says, as he takes your hand in his and you both run back into the house, up the flight of stairs, then locking yourselves inside an empty room.
You hungrily kiss him as he presses you against the door. One of your hands palming his already hard crotch.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” He whispers, kissing your neck.
“Shit, okay.” You say, taking off your jeans and your panties all in one go. You also remove your shirt swiftly, unclasping your bra, as Mark was also removing his clothes at the same time.
“Do you have a condom?” You ask him, since you’ve stopped using the pill for a while after the break-up.
“Of course.” Mark tells you, grabbing one from his wallet inside his jeans, tearing off the wrapper with his teeth, before slipping the rubber on his length.
“Bend over.” He commands, and you kneel down the bed, ass up, face down.
“Damn, so pretty. Mark whispers, as he looks at your dripping pussy.
He lines himself up to your hole, before slowly pushing into you.
“Fuckkkkkk…” You moan out loud, biting your lip, as you feel his thick cock entering your tight hole.
“Y/N, this isn’t your first time, right baby?” Mark asks you, thrusting in and out of you slowly.
“N-no,” You reply.
“Then why are you so fucking tight for me?” He asks you, as the tip of his penis begins to brush against your g-spot.
“Oh my god! Right there, Mark, hngh.” You whimper, your hand making it’s way to rub your clit to increase the pleasure.
“Baby wait.” He says, swatting your hand away. “That’s my job,” He tells you, as he replaces your hand with his, and he proceeds on rubbing your clit while thrusting in and out of you.
The pleasure was overwhelming, and you can feel your brain becoming hazy. “Mark, oh god. Please. Fuck. Oh, shit.” Was all the words that managed to come out of your mouth.
He continues to thrust harder into you. “‘M gonna cum.” You manage to choke out, and he stops rubbing your already sensitive nub.
“Don’t yet, wait for me, I'm close too.” He says, as he places a hand on your ass and starts thrusting in and out of your cunt at a fast pace, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You cry out his name as he spills his seed into the condom. You’ve never felt that much pleasure in a while, and you found yourself hooked on it once more.
You lay down on the bed, chest heaving up and down, as Mark removes his condom, and throws it inside the trash can by the bedroom’s bathroom.
“Fuck, Y/N. You look so hot lying down on the bed like that. You make me want to fuck you again.” He says, and you smirk.
“Is that so?”
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THREE WEEKS LATER
EARLIER THAT DAY
That night at the party with Mark, brings you to your current position.
It all started with just an innocent text of you asking him over so you guys could watch your favorite Netflix series together.
YOU: markkkkk? 😄
MARK: yeah, y/n? what’s up? :D
YOU: are you free to come over?
MARK: for? 😏
YOU: netflix! dumbass HAHA this is you fulfilling the FRIENDS part in our friends with benefits agreement 🙄
MARK: riiiiight. ok sure i’ll be over in 5
It did take him only 5 minutes to drive to your apartment. The thing that made this entire agreement between the two of you easier was the fact that you both lived in close proximities. If you call him, you’re just a 5 minute drive away.
He steps out the elevator and onto the floor your apartment was in. He’s been here a couple of times already, so he knew your apartment number, all those kinds of things. Ringing the doorbell to your house, you immediately open the door, as if you’ve already been behind it, waiting for him all these minutes ago.
Mark’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over to your thighs, and the shorts you were wearing. He also noticed how you had an oversized shirt on, but your nipples could practically be seen on it. How on earth was he going to survive sitting beside you, watching Netflix, resisiting the urge to fuck you?
“Like what you see?” You tease him, noticing that he was looking at your body. You gesture him to come inside.
“And if I say yes?” Mark replies to you.
“Well we’d have to do something about that… later.” You wink playfully, making your way over to the couch you and Yeji share and sitting down.
He closes the door behind him, as he sits right beside you.
“So? Where’s your apartment mate?” He asks you, as you open the television and pick up where the two of you left off in the show Bridgerton.
“She’s gonna be out late today. I think she won’t come home ‘till early morning tomorrow. Apparently she had stuff to do for her dance troupe thingy. Choreographing and fixing the group blockings and such.” You promptly explain, and he nods, staring at the TV.
The two of you sit pretty much in silence after that. Occasional comments have been thrown about a couple of characters here and there between the two of you, but other than that, the conversation was to a minimum. This is one of the things you enjoyed that came with being around Mark.
After finishing one episode, you suddenly felt the coolness of the room getting to you. “It’s cold, I should probably get a blanket.” You smile at Mark, pausing the series, and he nods at you.
“I’ll wait for you right here.”
“Maybe you should pull the sofa as well? So we can lay down. It turns into a bed.” You let him know, and he nods, standing up from the couch and proceeding to pull the extension part out.
You return to the living room with pillows and a blanket, throwing one of the pillows at him. “Catch!” You say, and he does catch it effortlessly. “You’re good.” You compliment him, and he chuckles.
“I like to think i’m better than just ‘good’.” He winks, as he lays down on the sofa-bed.
“God Mark!” You sigh, laughing a little, as you position yourself right beside him on the sofa-bed, covering the two of you with a blanket. You play the TV.
A few minutes have passed, and you feel a tension in the air that lingered from all the teasing that happened between you and him today. Even your favorite series seemed to be boring, and so a naughty idea came into your mind.
You purposely pressed your ass against Mark’s cock, grinding slowly. This surprises him at first, until he realizes what you were doing. Blood rushes immediately into his cock, as he feels your plump ass rubbing against his length, the friction enough to drive him crazy.
“I knew this night wouldn’t end without the two of us fucking. You just can’t get enough of my dick, can you?” He says, turning off the TV with a smirk plastered on his face.
—
Right now, you were currently inside your room, on your knees, as he fucks your mouth with his dick. He pulls your hair as a breathy moan escapes his lips, while he thrusts into your mouth steadily. You start to feel his dick hit the back of your throat, saliva dripping from out your mouth. You moan in response, looking up at him.
“Shit, Y/N, baby… I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He says through gritted teeth, and you release his cock from your lips with a ‘pop’ sound. You lick his dick one last time, kissing the red tip, before standing up and laying on the bed, removing the only piece of clothing on your body, which was a lace underwear.
“Mark… I need you in me… Right now.” You say, laying down on his bed and spreading your legs apart.
“You’re eager.” He chuckles, and you roll your eyes. “But isn’t it unfair, Y/N? I always give you what you want easily…” He adds, trailing off. “I wanna do things differently this time.”
“Different in what sense?” You ask him innocently.
He wanted to ruin you.
“I want to hear you beg.” Mark tells you, his voice sounding deeper than usual.
Since the start of this friends with benefits agreement with Mark, the two of you have fucked 9 times in the past 3 weeks. He was something you’re addicted to. You just can’t get enough of him, and he couldn’t get enough of you, either. This is the 10th time you’re having sex with him, but it’s the first time he has ever asked you to beg. Which is why his statement made your heart race, your mouth practically watering at the sight in front of you. He by the edge of the bed, waiting for your response. He steadily strokes his long, hard dick, and you could feel your clit throb…you were just so eager to have him in you. To fill you up.
“Mark, please fuck me…” You say, feeling somewhat shy, and your voice barely above a whisper.
“Hmm?” He asks, sitting on the bed now, and tapping his dick on your glistening pussy that was dripping with your juices ever since a while ago when you still had his cock in your mouth. “I need you to say it louder.”
“Mark, baby, please. I want your cock inside my cunt, I need to feel you— Want you, need you— i’ll be good I promise. I just really really want to feel you in me.” You practically beg, and the look on your pretty face, the way your voice begged for his cock sent Mark’s head reeling.
So he wastes no more time. He needed to be inside you, too. He teases your slit one last time with his dick, collecting your juices before slowly pushing into you, “Ugh, shit, that feels so good!” You moan out.
“Fuck. You’re so wet for me, Y/N.” He says afterwards, as he bottoms out inside of you, your tight walls wrapping around his length.
His thrusts start out slow, and he steadily picks up the pace, the sight of you underneath him, the force of his thrusts making your tits bounce up and down, enough to push him close to the edge. “You feel so good around me.” He says, leaning down and licking your nipples, before sucking on them.
In between moans and exchanged praises between the two of you, you open your eyes and see Mark now hovered above you. He has abandoned your breasts and his lips were caught in between his teeth, softly grunting, he opens his eyes and focuses on his dick entering and coming out of your pretty cunt.
“Mark… Mark! P-Please don’t stop- ugh, h-harder…” You moan out, reaching for his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. He looks at how your hands and his are clasped together, which makes him feel all sort of things.
He couldn’t believe he had you now, not exactly in the way he expected from the start, but he still had you. It was him fucking you dumb right now. His name falling from your lips. And that was more than good enough.
He leans down again to softly make-out with you as his thrusts slowly become sloppy. His tounge enters your mouth as you kiss him back hungrily. You wanted more of him, if that was even possible. You tug on his hair when he suddenly brushes against your g-spot.
“Mark! Shit! God,” You exclaim. He untangles your hands together and he takes your left nipple in between his fingers, playing with it. “Right there, please, d-don’t stop, baby. It f-feels so good. I’m gonna- ah, I’m gonna cum.” You whine, closing your eyes. You can feel your walls tighten around him, signalling him that you’re really near your high.
He groans in response, as he appreciates how you beautiful you look beneath him, your lips slightly parted, hair a mess, moaning nothing but his name, like it’s all you know. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. So perfect. Fuck.“ He can’t help saying.
You smile at his words, as you pull him down for a kiss once more.
“I’m close too, wait. Fuck, Y/N, baby girl, y-you’re doing so well.” He mutters burying his face into your neck, as he thrusts in and out of you at an erratic speed.
His name continues to fall out of your lips like a chant, you reaching your high first, a little earlier before him.
He pulls out, pumping his dick and shooting white ropes of cum on your stomach. He collects some of it on his finger, before bringing it to your lips. You open your mouth and take his fingers in it, sucking them and swallowing his cum. He takes his finger out of your mouth and pecks your lips.
“Good girl. You were amazing today, baby.” He says, kissing your forehead and brushing a hand through your hair, before he hops out the bed.
“Mark? Where are you going?” You ask him, pouting, as you sit up on his bed, trying to stay awake, despite your eyelids already feeling heavy.
He slips a shirt on and gets himself clean boxers and shorts. You couldn’t help but notice the red, glowing numbers that showed itself on his bedroom clock, as you waited for his answer.
It was 12:42 A.M.
“I’m gonna get water downstairs, as well as a towel, so you could clean up, darling. Wait for me.” He smiles sweetly at you, kissing your cheek. You return a small smile back at him, despite feeling exhausted from the fucking.
“My eyes are deadass closing already.” You tell him in a joking tone, but it was actually happening. “Incase I fall asleep before you come back… good night.” You giggle, and he chuckles in response.
“I won’t be too long anyways… But yeah. Good night, Y/N.”
When he exits his room, you lay down, dropping yourself onto his pillow with a soft thud.
Darling. Mark’s voice echoes in your head, bringing a smile yet again on your face.
You were not yet ready to tell Mark as well, but after a few weeks of spending time with him, other than the sex, you were beginning to feel like your temporary fix, may not be just a temporary fix anymore. Or a fix in general. You couldn’t help but think that you’ve started falling for him. You’ll tell him one day. Maybe when you wake up tomorrow morning. Or the day after that. But your body was so exhausted, so you brought it upon yourself that you will tell him some other time. Just not tonight.
Mark returns to his room with a warm washcloth and a glass of water for you. You were already sleeping, but when you felt the washcloth on your skin, it woke you up just a tiny bit. You stay half-awake until he finishes cleaning you up, you had your eyes closed, but you still had an idea of what he was doing.
Once he is done, he stares at you and finds himself falling more in love with your image. With you. Everything about you. He thought you were asleep, but you weren’t really. Not yet.
He slips into the blanket, right beside you, and he doesn’t know it, but you also manage to hear the words he says before he turns the lights off. “Y/N… Baby. I’m not really sure what we are yet… Or if there’s ever going to be something more between us. I’m always hoping there will be. But for now, I'm glad that you let me be your good night.”
The heart fluttering feeling you felt the moment those words came out of his lips remained there as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.
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💌 short message from the author
AAAAANDD that’s it for the first one shot in the 7DREAM midnight memories series!
tbh i honestly didn’t plan on this to be a little fluffy when i first had it in mind HAHAHAHA nonetheless, i sincerely hope you all still enjoyed this one as much as i enjoyed writing & conceptualizing it. ☺️
i would also like to take this opportunity to express how truly grateful i am for all the reblogs & likes on this series’ preview. your comments inspire me a lot to write even more! so pls don’t be shy to share ur thoughts with me on my asks or leave a comment under my posts! reading what you guys have to say will truly make my day. hope ur all having a wonderful day ♡
xoxo, izzie <3
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also. the way i just want to move my hanahaki disease yeonjun ff from wp but rewrite it for one of the ateez members on here. that fic is like the work i'm most proudest of TO DATE and i wrote that like 2021 i think 😭 idk. what should i do 🤨🥸
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[Greetings! Requests are: Open!]
📑 Fandom Master List [WIP] 📑
<<(Current Fic Master List Link Here! - All Madness Combat)>>
Darksiders
Devil May Cry
God of War
John Doe
Limbus Company
Madness Combat
OFF
Red Dead Redemption 2 (Haven't played 1 yet lol)
Skyrim
Splatoon
Team Fortress 2
Transformers
Ultrakill
[More to be added upon request and consideration lol <3]
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Hey twsties, wanna do a charity drive to help Palestine?
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The Hello post
🍵My name is: Call me Matcha! Full legal name Matchajam Twstjam the Silly but please only use it for emergencies.
🍵My pronouns are: my friends usually refer to me with "that loud thing in the trees that steals the food" but just she/her is acceptable!
🍵I am: a human (?) and I like to come up with silly little ideas sometimes. I write them sometimes too, as long as the Trials (school) allow me to. I came into existence 18 years ago
Don't worry about @/ineedjam that's just my secret identity (main blog)
📑 Tags/Guide 📑
Text Posts (#matcha nonsense)
All my writings (#matcha writes a bit)
🌌 Memory Lane 🌌
🌹>Part 1 🦁>Part 2 📖>Part 3 >Part 4 >Part 5 >Part 6 >Part 7 >Part 8 >Part 9 >Part 10
🐊Sebek x Yuu/Reader Fake Dating Trope and au ft. Besties!Malleyuu (ideas and short drabble)
🦇 General Vanrouge x Spy!Reader (short fic)
🐉🐊 Malleyuu + Sebek and Yuu friendship-focused one-shot
🐲Ao3 link to all Malleyuu fics
🐉The steady hands on a twisting road (One-shot)
🐉Break in the Clouds (One-shot)
🐉Short httyd inspired one-shot
🐉This will be the death of me [Links to be added]
Part 1
🐉And if I were someone else (would this be easier?) [Links to be added]
Part 1
🐉Lost Invitation
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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Heya, Rowarn!
It's ya girl 📑❗ here. How are you doing recently?? I'm doing well! Only one more month for my internship and I'll be done so powering through! 😭
Also THANK YOU FOR PART TWO OF THE HYBRID AU 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️
I've been craving some Gaz content so imagine my surprise when I read that HE PICKED US UP WUSHAYSVHSHSHS IM SOLD
Also, where I live (India), summer's coming and lowkey I hate summer😭. What's your favourite season ❓❓
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HI BB <3
i've been better. i'm havin a real gutter ball on mental health rolls these days )-: but we ball and i'm tryin to get thru it!!!!!!! ik it'll pass, it always does!!! i just gotta stick it out!!!!!
AND IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT!!!! i intentionally didn't include his name in the tags bc i wanted ppl to be surprised to see him hehe i knew gaz lovers would be happy to see him pop up in one of my fics finally !!!!! price lovers r still getting paid dust im sorry
my favorite season is probably fall. i live in the southern united states so summer is super brutal here and winters r also pretty bad but i prefer to be cold over hot bc i can always get more warm but when im too hot wtf do i do ???? go naked?????
but i like fall bc it's a little more on the brisk side but not cold. spring is okay but......bugs............so i think fall is my favorite !!!!!
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