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reverie-starlight · 8 months

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fluffy hawks drabble-turned-mini-fic because i love him. if you think the feather necklace trope is overused, this is probably not the place for you. also important to note: let’s say for the sake of my sanity that this takes place before seasons 5/6, okay? I know what's up in the manga, I'm just ignoring it to be happy :)

fem!reader, no physical descriptions aside from wearing dresses + enjoying it and reader could be perceived as chubby, but no explicit mentions of body type!! shopping for clothes is just hard and it’s briefly reflected on in this. lots of soft fluff. pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc) I just got a bunch of cute dresses and now I'm gonna make it hawks' problem. this is like. disgustingly soft and so incredibly self indulgent avert your eyes. please. very smiley and giggly. a bit suggestive at the end bc I have no self-control.

soft laughter and the sound of rustling sheets were the only noises heard in your shared bedroom that afternoon. surprisingly enough for both of you, keigo had finished his patrol early and caught you on the way up to your apartment. almost immediately after walking in and getting your shoes and coats off, he had grabbed you and sped off to your room, dropping you on the bed and launching an attack.

you were both so happy to have some extra time together that it boosted your energy immensely, resulting in a impromptu play fight. it wasn't very often that you got to be so playful anymore with things picking up for him at work. you were both still young, so when you got the chance to act like it, you definitely took it.

"keigo!" you shrieked as he pressed a slew of quick, light kisses over your face and down your neck. a ticklish sensation was left in their wake, even more so because of his facial hair. he just chuckled and rubbed his face against your skin to draw out more laughter. feathers flew around and brushed against your cheeks and other places he couldn't focus his attention on.

his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist to limit your movements, but you still squirmed around to try and get the upper hand. eventually, after a few more kisses to your chest and stomach, he loosened his grip to give you a fighting chance and you flipped on top of him, making sure not to hurt his wings, which ruffled in excitement.

"so what are you gonna do with me now, sweetheart?" he grinned up at you, eyes positively glowing with mirth.

you felt your own gaze go soft and cupped his face with your hands, rubbing your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. "I dunno," you murmured, keeping your voice low in volume and sweet in its delivery.

your eyes wandered over his features, admiring him in the golden rays of sun coming from your window. "you're so pretty, keigo..."

he went a little red but smiled softly. "that's my line, angel," and then he leaned up to steal another kiss from you.

eventually you both settled down, laying in bed together and talking about your days. keigo told you about having to chase down a bank robber and some purse snatchers, and how a little old lady asked for help getting her cat down from a tree. you snickered at the thought.

the atmosphere turned serene as you both laid there. you were close enough that your breaths mixed and your foreheads touched, his hands absentmindedly running over your soft skin and the curves of your body. "so how was your day?" he whispered.

"it was okay. I had a shorter day at work, so I went shopping and I got some new clothes..." you sat up and walked over to where the bags were discarded before he tossed you on the bed. "want to see them?"

he whined a little when you walked away but quickly sat up as well, nodding his head at the second part. "I'd never pass up the chance to see you trying on clothes, baby, who exactly do you take me for?"

you smiled and shook your head fondly. "alright, alright. sit tight, I'll be back," you said and headed to the connecting bathroom, ignoring his grumbling about how you were depriving him of getting to see the best part.

and when you came back out, in a pretty little sundress, twirling so he could get the full effect, he stared at you in awe.

he knew from past shopping trips and many teary conversations with you that finding clothes you actually felt confident in could be… difficult. of course he thought you looked amazing in everything, and if he had it his way, he’d buy every single outfit you even glanced at, but there was just something so alluring about seeing you happy and proud in clothes you felt good in.

“such a pretty girl…” he murmured to no one in particular. it looked a bit like he was in a trance as he took in your figure. attempting to hold back a shy smile from forming at his words, you looked down at the ground to keep yourself from getting too flustered.

he grinned and held his hand out for you once your eyes met his again. taking it, he gently pulled you towards him to stand in between his legs and rested his chin on your sternum, not once breaking eye contact. his hands moved to toy with the hem of your dress.

“I mean it, you’re absolutely stunning. the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on... my pretty girl.”

you couldn’t hold back your smile this time and he adored the way your lips curled upwards, how your eyes flitted around the room, staring at anything but him, clearly affected by his words.

he sent a feather out to tilt your chin back towards him and he was suddenly reminded of something.

“ah right- I have something for you,” he dug something out of his pocket and proudly presented you with what looked like a thin brown faux leather string…

with a bright red feather attached to it.

you gasped and took the item into your hands, closely inspecting it. you treated it with the utmost care, as if it were your most prized possession. it very well might’ve been.

the string had a clasp at the back to make it easier to put on and remove, and it looped around the... stem? bone? (you made a mental note to clarify with keigo later) of the feather multiple times. it was secured with a thin silver wire to ensure it wouldn’t slip out before the rope continued on to the other end of the hook.

he actually had one of his feathers turned into a necklace for you.

“keigo, I… this is incredible, oh my goodness!” you beamed at him and leaned down to properly hug him.

he was incredibly perceptive. of course he knew that all those times you had jokingly asked him about keeping one of his feathers with you were actually silent requests. even if you’d never outright ask him, he could tell you longed to have a piece of him with you. especially when he had to wipe your tears before a long mission and you stared longingly at his wings. he took pride in the fact that you found comfort in them.

who was he to deny the love of his life? what’s one feather from his arsenal gone, anyway? it was going towards the cause of making you happy, and most importantly, there was the added bonus of keeping you safe.

“here, let me put it on for you,” he said, gesturing for you to sit on his lap and hand him the necklace.

you got settled and he happily clasped the ends of the string together at the back of your neck. the bottom of the feather rested just above the neckline of your dress and you touched it gingerly.

as soon as it rested against your skin, he took control of it and ran it across your cheek, making you giggle and pull away a bit.

“thank you, keigo, I love it.” you turned around on his lap to face him and pressed your lips against his.

he hummed into the kiss and pulled away with a sly smile. “of course, baby. besides,” he toyed with one of the straps on your shoulder. “it goes with your new dress, don’t you think?”

you put your arms around his shoulders, gently stroking the arches of his wings and nodded in agreement. he placed his hands on the tops of your thighs and gently squeezed. “wanna see if it goes with my other dresses, too?”

“oh, absolutely. but..." he shifted a bit and pulled you closer, so that you were fully pressed against him. "I don't think I've appreciated this one enough... what do you think?" he slowly trailed his eyes up from your legs to meet yours.

you tilted your neck forward to rest your forehead against his. "I think that you'll find some of the other things I bought more interesting than a sundress, keigo."

his sly smile turned into something more eager and you laughed when he dramatically flopped backwards on the bed with a groan. "you're too good for me, angel, seriously. what did I ever do to deserve you?"

you offered him a shrug and a tiny smile of your own. "exist."

his eyes widened a fraction and you could tell that your words deeply affected him from the way they welled up. he cleared his throat to cover up any emotion in his voice and sat up again to cup your cheek, murmuring "sweet girl, you'd better hurry up and try on those other dresses, because if you're not off my lap in three seconds, I'm gonna pounce, and we're not leaving this room 'til we're both spent."

butterflies erupted within you and he watched fondly as you gasped and ran off to keep your little fashion show up and running.

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BONUS:

the following days after receiving his gift were... not surprising in the slightest.

you always knew when keigo was taking a break or in his office doing paperwork because he took every opportunity to bug you with his (your) feather.

every. single. one.

and you also knew before he even had the necklace made that if he were to ever give you one, this would likely happen. he was a menace, after all. part of his charm, he always said.

at first it was a bit embarrassing having to fight with a feather in front of your coworkers (who weren't aware you were dating a pro hero, so they probably thought you were some fangirl who bought faulty, cheap merch of his), but it very quickly became endearing.

cause yeah, if he knew you were going to be around people he'd make life difficult for you and then take all of your whines and complaints with a mischievous grin when he walked through the door, clearly lying when he said he'd take it down a notch.

but when he knew you were alone? or having a particularly stressful day? all you had to do was lightly tug on the necklace. upon your signal, he'd immediately take control of the feather and bring it up to caress your cheek, run along your neck or tap your nose.

honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way. you adored his playful side, and he knew he could get away with most things via feather necklace. even if it was only because you were too flustered to scold him for anything anymore by time he got back. complaints soon turned into requests for cuddles and wanting to return all the affection you received.

the feather necklace was a gift for you, sure, but it definitely benefitted him as well.

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I edited this super quickly, so apologies if there's any mistakes! I'll find them eventually when I look back at this fic and end up contemplating my choices to post without properly editing :')

hope you enjoyed!! <3

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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months

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Flufftober Day 4 | Perfect coincidence

Pairing | Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.4K

Summary | You find yourself in the middle of a rainstorm and seek refuge in a warm-looking coffee shop. When there's only one table left, you share it with a handsome stranger who introduces himself as Bucky Barnes and his fluffy white cat, Alpine. What started as one of the worst days quickly turned into one of the best.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. The reader gets caught in the rain, use of a nickname (doll), Alpine is smuggled into the coffee shop, and the fluff is amped up to 11 on this one, like tooth-rotting fluff.

Prompt(s) | Alt 10. Have your characters share the last table at a café.

A/n | This one shot is written for day 4 of @flufftober 2023. This idea immediately came to mind when I saw this prompt, and I couldn't wait to start this one! I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

It is a rainy day in the middle of October, and you accidentally forgot your umbrella at home. This morning, the weather was wonderful; the sun even appeared, but you should have known it would be too good to be true.

So here you are, in a thin outfit, soaked through your jacket, hair completely drenched, and cold beyond belief. It's good that you've found a coffee shop that looks warm and inviting so you can warm up a little bit.

As soon as you've crossed the street and made your way to the door of the coffee shop, you see that it is almost full, but you head in regardless. If you stay outside any longer, you're afraid the cold might permanently seep into your bones.

Your fingers are entirely frozen by now, and all feeling left them a while ago, so opening the door was a little more complicated than usual, but you managed regardless.

When the door swings open, you're greeted by lots of chatter and laughter, the coffee machines making all kinds of noises, the smell of freshly baked pastries, and some soft music in the background. You let the door fall shut behind you, and the atmosphere wraps itself around you like a warm blanket as if you're coming home.

You look around you and take in all the different kinds of people in the coffee shop. Some are working on their laptops, headphones on and in their own world, others are having lively conversations, and then a few are reading their book.

After a few short moments, you walk towards the small line of people at the counter, standing behind the last person and trying to decide what you'll have as you look up at the menu.

''What can I get for you today?'' the lady behind the counter asks, and you give her your order for a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and a cinnamon roll before she takes your name and writes it on the cup.

''It'll be right with you,'' she says after you've gotten your change from her, and you move to the part of the counter where you can pick up your drink. You grab your phone out of your bag quickly to see what time it is, and much to your surprise, it's only 1 PM.

When your name is called, you return your phone and thank the lady before picking up your cup of hot chocolate and warm cinnamon roll. You spot a table, and when you're walking over, you arrive at the same time as someone else.

''Shall we share this table, Doll? It appears to be the only one left,'' the man said in a deep voice, and hearing it immediately warms you from the inside out. And the nickname, that is truly what got you.

''Yeah, I'd love to,'' you say as you move towards the wooden chair, not wanting to ruin the beautiful couch with your wet clothing. You place your cup and pastry on the table before taking off your bag and jacket, hanging them over the back, and sitting down.

''I'm sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself; how rude of me,'' the man says, extending a gloved hand, but you don't question it for even a second. Especially since you already know who the man across from you is.

''Sergeant James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. And this girl-'' he fishes a cat out of the inner pocket after shaking your hand and puts her on the table ''-is Alpine!''

After you tell him your name, you focus on Alpine for a bit, and you tell Bucky about how you used to have a cat that looked just like her when you were growing up.

''I know it's silly, but I really wanted to name her Snowball, so I did. But Alpine is a gorgeous name! May I ask where you got her?'' you ask, and Alpine happily bumps her head against your hand, letting you know she wants more attention.

''I was looking for a cat to adopt in a local shelter because a friend told me how cats work well with people with PTSD. So I went there, and I saw little miss Alpine over here, and it was love at first sight,'' he says, a big smile on his face as he talks about her.

She jumps into your lap, although you're clothes are still soaked, and makes a little cat donut while spinning, slowly falling asleep and taking a pleasant and comfortable nap there.

''So, how did you end up on this side of town? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before,'' he says as he sips his coffee, and you do the same with your hot chocolate.

''You got a little…'' he says as he takes his glove off his right hand and reaches over to you. When his flesh fingers touch your lip, wiping the hot chocolate away as he stares into your eyes, the moment feels much more intimate than it probably should.

''I-I'm sorry,'' he says before quickly pulling his hand back, a red color sporting his cheeks, and he looks at his coffee cup, suddenly unsure what to do with himself.

''It's okay, I don't mind,'' you say in a soft but reassuring voice, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he looks up at you through his lashes.

''As I was going to say, I recently moved to this side of town. I used to live in New Jersey, but I figured it was time for a change, and this looked like a beautiful neighborhood. It would appear I was right,'' you say as you look at him and extend your hand, needing to feel his warm skin around your cold hand.

The afternoon was spent chatting and getting to know each other better until it was finally time to go home because the coffee shop was closing for the day. You completely forgot to eat your cinnamon roll.

''Excuse me, could you maybe wrap this up for me to go?'' you ask the lady behind the counter, and she happily does as Bucky puts Alpine back into his inner pocket.

''C'mon, let us walk you home. We can use my umbrella,'' he says as he shows you a dark blue umbrella, and you gladly accept before walking out the door. He immediately opens it, and you hook your arm through his extended one, letting your other hand rest on his bicep as you walk through the rain.

''I feel so stupid for leaving mine at home,'' you say as you rest your head against Bucky's shoulder. ''But if I did bring it, I never would have met you, so I guess that's the good thing about me forgetting it,'' you chuckle, and Bucky couldn't agree more.

When you arrive at your apartment complex, he walks you to your front door, not wanting to say goodbye yet. He's still trying to find the courage to ask you out on an actual date, and he realizes time is running out now.

He clears his throat when you let go of his arm to search for your keys.

''Doll? Would you maybe- if you want to-, you can say no if you want-'' he stumbles over his words, but you look up at him expectantly. He rubs the back of his neck as he composes himself.

''Would you want to go out for dinner? I had a lot of fun this afternoon, and I'd love to get to know you better,'' he asks, and the smile on your face melts every worry away.

''I would love to; let me give you my number,'' you say. He unlocks his phone so you can put it in there. When you hand it back, you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek softly as a goodbye.

''Goodbye, Bucky. It was great to meet you,'' you say as you unlock your door and walk in, and he stands there like a teenage boy with a crush. The smile on his face is not leaving, even when he's back at the Compound and he runs into Steve.

''Where have you been all afternoon? It's not like you to be gone for so long,'' his best friend asks, and that's when Bucky tells him about his afternoon.

The beautiful woman he met at the coffee shop, the way Alpine cuddled into her lap, and how the conversation never seemed dull, and you two still weren't done talking by the time you were dropped off at home.

''And the best of all is that I'll be seeing her again soon,'' Bucky says, that same big smile appearing on his face, and Steve's happy for him. After everything that's happened, you were the best thing that ever could have happened.

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bellelvrs · 2 years

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ALL ALONE / GHOSTFACE

summary - a secret admirer calls you while you’re home alone. what could go wrong?

warnings - masturbation, fingering, groping, fear-play, stalking, dub-con, obsessive behavior, scarring, blood, cursing.

a/n - first one shot! extra info: afab!reader, 2k+ words.

Living in a small, sleepy town didn’t ensure that chaos wouldn’t break. You knew that. Your parents knew that. The Pruitts, who lived in a cozy home on Brooke St., didn’t know that. Not until their daughter Angie, an unsuspecting 16-year-old, was found mutilated in her bedroom, blanketed in gore.

So, it was no surprise that you immediately froze, darting eyes alternating between the bedroom door and window, as the phone on your nightstand began to ring.

There was the possibility that it was just another idiot meathead from school, maybe a bored friend, or merely a lonesome stranger. Nonetheless, it was late. You had already dozed a bit while ogling at magazines with clothes you could never afford on your babysitter salary. A phone call, even a short one, seemed tedious.

Although, with wakefulness came boredom. Boredom lead to curiosity. The endless ringing buzzed through your mind like a blaring siren. Stomach flat against the bed, you turned your head and stared at the restless phone. It was strange how you felt the dire urge to answer the phone. Almost as if there was an obligation. A dependence on it.

You scooted backwards, resting on your knees. It’s summer. Parents aren’t home. Just one call won’t hurt. You reached for the phone, lazily grasping it in your hand.

Unknown number.

Worry overwhelmed your thoughts as you accepted the call and slowly rose the phone up to your ear.

Curiosity never actually killed the cat…

‘Hello?’

The other end of the line sounded somewhat of static.

‘Hello.’

You rose your eyebrows, rather shocked by the unfamiliar voice. Gritty, low, rasped. Obviously matured. A little…sinister?

‘Erm…do-‘ Every word was considered, over-thought, in fear that over sharing even the smallest details with whoever this was, could be detrimental.

‘Do I know you?’

Rumors were whispered among town of a masked murderer by the name of Ghostface. Though the specifics of Angie’s death were obscured from the public, everyone, without question, assumed it was him. Cold killings only ever occurred in populous cities. A Halloween costume slaughtering a teenager felt like a cruel joke.

‘No. But I know you’

You quietly scoffed, sliding off your bed to impatiently pace around your room.

‘Is that so?’ Maybe the stranger was one of those weirdo punks that smoked at the local park. They always carried a standoffish, mysterious persona. Might as well play along.

‘It is.’ The stranger responded, without hesitation.

‘But only really by your pretty face,’

You rolled your eyes.

‘Which is why I want to get to know you.’

You considered hanging up, hovering your thumb over the “End” button.

‘Whatever.’ You mumbled under your breath, annoyed.

‘Wait! Wait! Wait!’ The stranger pleaded, almost barking into the phone.

You sighed, rubbing the palm of your hand against your forehead,

‘Okay…what do you want to know about me?’

‘Hmm.’ He hummed, ‘What’s your favorite scary movie?’

‘Agh. Halloween is my first pick, but Friday the 13th is a close second. I watch it every summer.’

‘Why those two?’

‘I don’t know. They’re cool. In a way, the final girls remind me of myself.’

‘Because they’re beautiful virgins?’ He teased. You could hear the smile growing on his face.

What kind of comment was that?

‘How do you know I’m a virgin?’ You snapped back playfully, even though you cautiously walked to your window and checked the outside.

The curtains, now slightly ajar, exposed the still summer night. Darkness began to creep into your dimly lit bedroom.

On the other hand, Ghostface could see just enough of you.

‘Just assuming.’ He knew. You hadn’t brought a boy home for all the 3 months he’d been watching you. Even then, he was still a bit clueless.

‘You’re wrong. It’s because they’re tough and smart and-‘ you trailed on, but he wasn’t listening.

Ghostface was crouched behind a thick shrub a few feet away from your window. Seeing the shadows dance on your bare, toned legs was enough to have him frantically unbuckling his belt. Lust had clouded his mind, a free hand massaging the stiff erection in his boxers as his grip on the phone slightly loosened.

While rattling on, you noticed the prolonged silence from the receiver. Listening closer, the man’s breathing seemed heavier.

‘Hey? Are you still there…?’ An uneasy feeling gathered within your stomach.

‘Yeah,’ caged in fabric, he withdrew his ached cock and pumped it steadily, ‘Tell me, y/n,’

He liked to see you stutter. Stiffen. Squirm. The moment your breath hitched, pre-cum dripped from his glans. A gloved hand gliding up and down his cock, slicked with arousal. However, he started to slow. Being too eager would ruin it all.

He hadn’t even gotten to the fun part.

‘How does it feel to be all alone?’

You stalled.

When someone is panicked or afraid, you expect them to run. Fight. Scream.

Do something.

Instead, feet firmly planted into the floor, you stood unshaken, emotionless, like a fresh corpse.

Some freaks enjoyed to frighten people for amusement. That’s just the case. No one was stalking you. You were safe.

Mom and Dad locked the front door behind them…

Your bedroom window was tightly closed…

The patio door is broken, jammed shut…

The kitchen window is a little bit ope-

‘What?’ There’s a hint of genuine confusion, but fear seems to paralyze your mouth from speaking any further.

‘Didn’t mommy and daddy leave you a couple hours ago?’

‘I-‘

‘I know they did.’ Ghostface interrupted, no longer hiding his labored breathing.

‘Because I’ve been watching you aaaaalllll night.’ A menacing, light chuckle followed.

Your brow, unintentionally, furrowed.

‘Every night, I’ve been watching you. Every. Single. Night.’

‘This isn’t fucking funny.’

The tremble of your voice allowed him to pump his cock faster. Each time gradually sloppier, as his thumb occasionally rubbed the tip. His eyes were locked on you. Only you. Not even the snap of a twig, or the rustle of a bush could distract him. He let out a faint moan every so often, just to see your face petrify.

‘You’re a disgusting creep. I’m hanging up!’

‘If you hang up I’ll rip your fucking guts out!’

Glassy tears blur your vision, sending rushes of anxiety throughout your entire body. The phone is practically glued to your ear, as putting it down would be a death sentence. You push the whimpers down your throat, swallowing every sob you can.

It becomes almost uncontrollable. His body is prickling with warmth. His hips give out a sudden jerk as his hand reaches the cockhead. He wants to hear your voice. How it whimpers and stammers when scared. If only you knew his name. To hear his name exhale from your delicate lips, delivered so soothingly. Even the frightened cracks in your voice were heavenly.

‘Come to the window.’

You turned to face the window, but didn’t bother to take another step.

‘Do it.’ He growled lowly, agitated.

Without question, you went to the window drew the curtains back.

The exposure was the worst part. It didn’t matter that you lived on the rural outskirts of town, you still felt as if you were putting on a show. No pants, no bra. Just a shirt and some casual underwear. Modeling for a psychopath.

Ghostface hummed as he felt himself getting closer.

‘Can you say Danny for me, baby?’ He asked, that mocking smirk reappearing behind the mask.

Your blood boiled.

‘Danny? W-why Danny? What kind of messed up shit are you dragging me into, huh? I swear to fucking god I’m going to ca-‘

His pace grew fast. He closed his eyes and let his body slouch. J-just keep talking, he chanted underneath his loud breath.

‘I’m giving your name to the cops, Danny!’

That was enough.

He couldn’t help the vulnerable moan that escaped him. Stumbling to his knees, he took in a few breaths, still looking at you. The phone left his hand with a toss. He had put himself back together, finally buckling his belt.

Your heart beat through your chest as soon as you noticed it.

He dropped the phone.

Like a glass cup on a hardwood floor. The sound of the phone hitting the grass, muffled and faint, rang through your ears.

You didn’t even feel the phone fall from your clutch.

Panic made you fast. Though earlier your body had gone numb, you managed to bolt to the kitchen.

Your life depended on it.

The kitchen window easily slammed shut, now you were focused on finding a weapon. Rummaging through cabinets and drawers, throwing silverware and plates across the room as if they were confetti. You found a drawer full of vicious knives, and chose the largest, sharpest one.

The silence became deafening.

In the reflection of your prized knife, a tall, dark figure with a ghostly face prowled a few feet behind you.

Before you could even turn to impale him, he pounced at you. Holding your struggling body against his, he dug his chin into your shoulder. The hunting knife he held pushed into the skin on your stomach.

You fought as hard as you could. Your elbows dug into his figure, legs flailed, kicking in all directions. Managing to push the both of you against the wall, he held you tighter, and let the knife slowly dig into your skin.

‘You gonna kill me?’ You said through gritted teeth.

He let out an amused chuckle, ‘I don’t want to hurt you baby,’

His voice was less deepened, with a clearer rasp. Still muffled.

‘I just didn’t want you to be all by yourself!’ A roaming hand grabbed your breast. The leather hand massaged your clothed chest teasingly. Moans bubbled from your lips.

‘Especially since a murderer has been running around town.’ Ghostface let his whispers fall close to you. His breath trailing your ear, to your jawbone.

You hated how you melted in his embrace.

‘Look at you, whoring yourself out so soon.’ The lunatic snickered at the blooming color on your cheeks.

He loved it.

There was a warm bulge grinding against your back. Two gloved fingers played with the hem of your panties.

‘You’ll be good for Ghostie, right?’

Something within you screamed. Cried for mercy. For dignity. It reverberated inside of your body. Calling your name, begging you to be conscious. Panic had washed away, but the fear still lingered. Depravity wanted him to defile you. Completely. For your own sick, selfish desires. Years of sexual frustration. A new adult who had barely been touched. It wasn’t right. But you would survive.

‘I will.’

That creeping hand of his ever so carefully slid into the your underwear, rough leather caressing sensitive skin.

His thumb now pressed circles onto your clit. The kitchen lights began to blur as your mind drowned in a steamy fog. His clutch did not weaken now that you didn’t resist. You were slightly lifted, head resting against a strap on his shoulder. Remorse contracted the muscles in your stomach as each pulse of pleasure jolted your body. Those same two fingers entered your throbbing cunt, the pressure on your clit strengthening. Whimpers freely spilled out from your mouth. Whether you were forced into obedience or pitifully insane no longer mattered.

You liked it.

The hunting knife still intimidated you. Hovering closely to your stomach, any mistake or mishap ending with a painful stab. He wouldn’t kill you. Not now. He seemed to revel in the heat of the moment. Though, speaking too soon would be a death wish.

His calm pace became aggressive, excited. It wouldn’t be long before you broke.

The stimulation wares on your body. You throw your head back, and rest your forehead against the side of his mask, his head slightly tilts.

He hums, pulling the arm holding your chest away. The active arm hooks you against his torso.

From your peripheral, he holds out a gray…rectangle?

‘Don’t be shy, baby.’

The single thrust of his fingers sends your entire body limp with a cry. Simultaneously, a bright flash causes you to wince. He lets you fall to the floor, much more invested in the picture he just took.

‘Aww, tsk, well isn’t that a great memory.’

You’re sweating, softly cowering as you think over everything at once. There’s nothing left within you to crawl away or scream. You might as well be dead.

There’s a sudden surge of pain bursting in your leg. A sharp edge cutting through the skin of your thigh. You don’t move in fear that the blade will drag farther, but you can’t help the agonized grunts and shakes. Cold gushes of blood trickle down your heated leg.

He carved the initials G.F. into the thick of your thigh.

Ghostface then crouches down in front of you, gently placing the blade of his knife under your chin to lift it. Your tired eyes meet with his soulless face.

‘Remember that I’m always here,’

‘So when I’m bored, and you’re alone, I might come visit you again.’

The toying tone of Ghostface’s voice shifted to a serious growl.

‘Without an invite.’

#ghostface #ghost face #ghostface x reader #slasher x reader #ghostface x you #ghostface x y/n #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #danny johnson #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson x you

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angelicizedeve · 9 months

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⋆˚✿˖° 𝙨𝙠𝙯 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 ⋆˚✿˖°

featuring: ot8 x reader

synopsis: just some fluffy headcanons <33

word count: 0.7k

content warnings: nothing i don't think!

⋆˚✿˖° chan ⋆˚✿˖°

◦ as you probably know, this man works way too hard

◦ so it’s important that you kinda keep him grounded and remind him to take a break

◦ sometimes you’ll make him a snack and rub his shoulders, gently nudging his laptop away

◦ the two of you cook dinner together

◦ but you have to teach him how to, because he only knows how to cook CHICKEN BREAST (if you’ve seen that video of hyunjin talking about the dorms 😭)

◦ always complementing you, saying you're beautiful and perfect

◦ very very cuddly

⋆˚✿˖° leeknow ⋆˚✿˖°

◦ this man LOVES to annoy you. spamming your phone, clinging onto you like a koala bear, pointing to whatever monster is in the movie you two are watching and saying it looks like you.

◦ with that being said, he’ll still let you do whatever you want to him because he loves you so much. want to do his hair? he’ll sit like a doll for you. want to watch a cheesy romance movie? anything for you.

◦ cooks for you all the time and teaches you how to cook as well

◦ when you play with his cats it makes him melt, he’s like a proud dad

⋆˚✿˖° changbin ⋆˚✿˖°

◦ gets you flowers all the time

◦ your parents love him because he’s such a gentlemen

◦ always opening the door for you, giving you his jacket, etc.

◦ he’s not really the type to get shy, but whenever you call him and he’s around the guys he gets so blushy

◦ LOVES romance movies, i just get that feeling 😭

◦ you’d both be crying by the end at how beautiful the movie is :’)

⋆˚✿˖° hyunjin ⋆˚✿˖°

◦ treats you like a GODDESS

◦ tells you you’re beautiful like 5 times a day

◦ looks at you with so much love in his eyes it makes you nervous

◦ literally, like he always stares at you with such amazement in his eyes, you’re his dream come true and he can’t believe he managed to land someone so perfect

◦ you’re his motivation and inspiration for everything: music, poems, painting, dancing,...

◦ takes you on picnic dates, candlelit dinners, slow dancing…it’s not a surprise he’s super romantic

◦ you guys do skincare together <3

⋆˚✿˖° han ⋆˚✿˖°

◦ somehow he always convinces you to do dumb stuff with him. how? it’s a mystery

◦ lovesss to listen to your voice, please send him audio messages instead of texting

◦ whenever he finds a new cringey pick up line, he uses it on you finishing it off with finger guns and a giant smile

◦ scares you ALL THE DAMN TIME. he pops out from random corners and finds it hilarious. he always apologises for his little pranks by giving you extra cuddles

◦ gives a lot of back hugs, idk i just feel like he does

⋆˚✿˖° felix ⋆˚✿˖°

◦ felix will alwaysss be cuddling you, hugging you, holding hands, having you stroke his hair, or kissing you. it doesn’t matter, he just wants to be near you and feel you all the time.

◦ of course, he’ll always make sure you’re comfortable with it, but at this point it’s just a habit to snuggle up to you whenever the chance is presented

◦ calls you my love, sweetheart, darling, and baby

◦ prefers calling/facetiming to texting because he likes to hear your voice and see your face

◦ if he ever messes up and you two have an argument, you best believe that he’ll be on your doorstep as fast as he can, flowers in hand and a long apology prepared

◦ his clothes are 100% boyfriend material (iykyk)

⋆˚✿˖° seungmin ⋆˚✿˖°

◦ likes to annoy you part 3

◦ gives you snappy comebacks even if you’re just asking a simple question 😭. You always give him an “are you serious right now” look to which he breaks into that adorable puppy smile as an apology

◦ gets shy when he says i love you and other affectionate things

◦ he’ll leave little notes for you to find whenever he has to leave early in the morning for work

◦ he’ll stick one on your phone, the fridge, put one in your bag, etc., and sign them all with “your seungmin” with a little drawing of a puppy

◦ love love loves books and lights up whenever you ask him what he’s reading

⋆˚✿˖° i.n ⋆˚✿˖°

◦ if he stays over at your house you best believe he’s gonna forget to pack like half his stuff (i know y’all have seen that picture of what he kept in his school backpack…yeah 😭)

◦ gets you your favourite food every time he goes to the store, even if you don’t ask for it

◦ matching outfits are a yes with him

◦ lovesss hugs and holding hands <3

◦ sends you pictures throughout the day, updating you on what he’s doing - “i’m at lunch with the boys! i wish you could be here :)"

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tiniedemon · 11 months

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evergreen

pc!stan marsh / reader / pc!kyle broflovski

cw | age gap, nsfw, painplay, mentioned sugar baby/daddies

getting with a married couple was not on your 2061 bingo. getting with a married gay couple definitely wasn’t on it. nevertheless, you’d gone and done it, originally for the money, and now for the feelings you harbored for them.

stan marsh and kyle broflovski, your boyfriends for all intents and purposes, were almost twice your age. it was kind of a turn on, if you were being honest. both of them were successful in their own ways, and fucking loaded. you were showered in constant gifts and affection, the couple even going as far as to build an extra room onto their home for you. the only thing they asked of you was loyalty. as long as you didn’t enter another relationship, their money was yours.

“i think i actually like you guys,” you confessed, sighing into the quiet air of your shared home. stan glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, merely grunting in response. kyle hummed, adjusting his wire framed glasses on his hooked nose.

“i figured you did,” the ginger uttered, attention glued to the documents displayed in front of him. you scoffed, your upper half hanging off the sofa while your bottom half secured itself atop the cushions.

“there’s no way you could’ve known that,” you bit back, a slight scowl on your face. “i’m so good at hiding my feelings. there’s no way you could’ve known.”

kyle sighed through his nose, shooting you an unimpressed look as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. stan huffed with a roll of his eyes and finally tore his eyes away from his work.

“you can’t be serious,” the raven haired man deadpanned, a single bushy eyebrow lifted, accenting the worry lines in his forehead.

“i’ll humor you,” kyle stated, crossing one leg over the other. “how wouldn’t we know?”

“well, for starters, i keep my cool around you guys. i have never slipped up, ever. i don’t show any affection at all. uh… yeah, that’s all i got,” you listed, trailing off with a frustrated frown on your face. kyle stood, crossing the room slowly, his eyes trained carefully on your face.

“sure, you definitely keep your cool. that’s why you blush every time i look at you, right?” he spoke, voice quiet and careful. he took his seat beside you, legs manspread as he tilted his head and let a hand drop atop your stomach. “you don’t show affection because you’re more of an acts of service type. don’t think i haven’t noticed the laundry being done by the time i get home, or the house being cleaned, or dinner being cooked. you show your affection in other ways.”

you bit your lip, hand slowly reaching to wrap your fingers around his pant leg. he trailed his hand painfully slow down your midsection, toying with the hem of your cuffed jeans. your breath caught in your throat, a combination of your body hanging upside down and kyle’s touch leaving you feeling dizzy and breathless. you were aching for his calloused hand to touch your dampened cunt, your thighs squeezing together.

stan crossed the room in a number of strides, his strong arms tugging your top half onto the couch. your head rested in his lap, his erection apparent through his dark jeans. you were desperate to feel his cock on your tongue, desperate for him to choke you with it.

“what’s the matter, pretty thing?” he mocked. “cat got your tongue?” you gulped, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your fitted crop top, thighs pressed firmly together.

“no,” you practically whined, a deep flush overtaking your chest and cheeks. “just thinking about how badly i want you to fuck my face.” stan’s eyebrows shot up, a crooked grin on his lips, as his thumb traced your cheekbone, running over your bottom lip.

“how about you strip for us then, baby?” kyle cooed, thin fingers tugging at your jeans. you sat up, avoiding eye contact as you slowly pried your clothes from your body. you shivered, goosebumps forming on your skin in the cold air of the den.

stan’s thick arms embraced you from behind, chubby fingers tweaking a hardened nipple. kyle’s deft fingers traced your thighs, prying them open, his lips pressing hot, wet kisses to every piece of skin his fingers touched. you were already reduced to a whimpering mess, aching for more, your cunt fluttering with the overwhelming emptiness you were craving to be filled.

“i want you to sit on my face, pretty baby,” kyle hummed, carefully rearranging himself to lay back on the couch. you gulped, but followed orders, positioning yourself with your knees on either side of his head, both his hands clutching at your thighs. you lowered yourself until the stubble of his trimmed facial hair prickled against your heat, a high whine leaving your lips. he made quick work of eating you out, his tongue embracing every crevice of your dripping cunt, drawing moan after moan from your wet lips.

the sound of a belt unbuckling caught your attention, your eyes finding stan, his hand wrapped around his cock as he circled the couch to stand on the other side of the arm. he grabbed you by a handful of hair, tugging you forward until your elbows met the arm of the couch, guiding your gaping mouth to his erection. you took it in eagerly, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around the tip. he gripped your hair a little tighter, keeping your head firmly in place. you moaned around his cock, drawing a hiss from his lips.

kyle was eating you out somehow more eagerly, green eyes trained on your mouth around stan’s cock. you could feel the ginger moaning into your cunt, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. you rutted desperately against his face as stan thrusted slowly into your mouth, cock hitting the back of your throat with every movement of his hips.

“you’re so pretty for us,” stan groaned, pulling his cock out of your mouth. you whined at the loss, shut up by stan’s hand gripping your chin. he angled your head up, admiring your squished cheeks and puffy lips. then his hand withdrew, coming down harshly on your cheek. you gasped, a long moan escaping your lips at the stinging pain.

“take it like a good slut, yeah?” stan panted, pushing his dick back into your open mouth. you were doing your best to keep up, jaw slack and tongue flattened against the bottom of it, but the pleasure was overwhelming. being used this way, treated so roughly by your boyfriends, was the biggest turn on you had. you were so close, teetering on the edge of release, and kyle’s fingers prodding at your asshole was nearly enough to push you over.

you were a mess, coated in a thin sheen of sweat, grinding against kyle’s tongue and the finger he’d pushed into your back entrance, gagging around stan. you were cumming without warning, wetting kyle’s facial hair as you let go. your entire body shook, screams of pleasure muffled by stan’s cock steadily thrusting into you.

the overstimulation hit you like a bus, your body trying desperately to run away from the pleasure, kyle’s free hand holding you firmly in place. stan pulled his erection from your mouth, hand in your hair holding your head up, a crude smile on his lusted face.

“you’re gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” he hummed.

“yes sir, yes sir, yes sir,” you chanted, eyes rolling back as your legs jolted around kyle’s head. his tongue flickered against your clit, finger pumping in and out of you at a steady rate. you were screaming, back arched and nails digging into the sofa. your entire body tensed as your second orgasm washed over you, a broken howl of pleasure leaving your lips.

all stimulation stopped, your only source of pleasure being kyle’s panting breaths fanning against your leaking cunt. you whined, eyes pleading as you gazed at your dark haired boyfriend.

“you did good for us, sweetheart,” kyle hummed from below you, thumb rubbing circles into your shaking thighs. you whimpered, pussy throbbing for more, desperately clenching around nothing.

“please fuck me,” you begged, eyes locked with stan’s. he ran his thumb over your quivering bottom lip, smearing drool across your chin.

“i want you on top of kyle, pretty thing,” he hummed. you were eager to comply, settling yourself on top of kyle.

your back was flush against his chest, legs spread on either side of his. he’d discarded his slacks and underwear, leaving him naked from the waist down. his cock teased at your ass, a groan leaving his lips. you felt his cock enter your sopping cunt, thrusting slowly, gathering your wetness as best he could. then he pulled out, leaving you whining for more, and slid into your ass, thrusting even slower as he inched his way inside. your back arched against him, hands burying themselves in his cropped curls.

stan’s face inched close to yours, lips taking yours in a heated kiss as he pushed his thick cock into your aching cunt. he wasted no time in fucking you silly, hips smacking against yours loudly, drawing pleasured screams from your lips. kyle followed suit shortly after, alternating thrusts with stan, his hand snaking around your front to rub your overstimulated clit.

“please,” you sobbed, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. the pleasure was too much. you were already so close and you’d barely begun, the triple stimulation too much for your sensitive body. your body tightened, pleasure heightening as a third orgasm washed over you. your men continued fucking you through it, screams and sobs leaving your lips as they worked you through another climax.

“fuck.” stan’s hips stilled first, his cock twitching inside of you, shooting his seed into your pulsating cunt. kyle came in your ass with a strangled groan, biting down on your shoulder.

every breath came in a whine, your chest heaving against stan’s as you came down from your high. kyle’s hand was gentle as it massaged your stomach, stan’s caressing your cheek. you looked up at your dark haired boyfriend through droopy eyelids, already nodding off from your strenuous activities.

“i genuinely don’t know how you manage to do that every time,” you slurred. kyle chuckled beneath you, pressing a kiss to the bite mark on your shoulder.

“what can we say? we actually like you.”

#south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader

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littleroaes · 7 months

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Boys In Cat's Clothing pt.2 (100 note special), l.jy pt.1

— how the season that comes to change, takes his life with it. Strangers that passed him by has now come to effect his own life, paint it in colors and forms outside his own framework. And when his new found friend at the bakery, and a strange girl during the setting sun, asks him about love. He desperately wants to name the sensation in his heart, and hope that Y/n will too.

PAIRING ➤ lee juyeon x fem!reader

GENRE ➤ FLUFF, cat shapeshifter!juyeon, mutual pining(as always), clingy juyeon, juyeon just want to be loved, soft angst?(fight for your love!), Eric feature, cute jealousy, happy ending

WARNINGS ➤ none, proofread once so probably missed something!

WORD COUNT ➤ 8.7 k

AUTHOR'S NOTE ➤ it is here! Part two of boys in cats clothing plus three extra scenes! (The bonus scenes doesn’t have a specific timeline in their relationship) As pt.1, it isn’t much of a complicated story, just fluffy feels! Boys in cat’s clothing was my first story as littleroaes, so I took to the opportunity to celebrate it! Shoutout to @blue-rainydays and @from-izzy for cheering me on lol. I really went through it a couple of times, enjoy!

TAGGING @blue-rainydays for you my blue!!

“YOU'RE NOT TOGETHER” THE DOUGH FALLS BETWEEN THE FINGER GAPS DOWN ONTO THE SILVER COUNTER.

"Together?" Juyeon asks while he watches its color reminiscent of vanilla, fall to the center and spread from its mit.

“Yeah?”

The sunlight reflected in a specific window and the pattern of tiles he steps onto everyday, has become all the more familiar. At the start of his time at the bakery, he refused to go alone. Y/n woke up about an hour earlier than what the time on her squares in row told her to. It was all, just to let Juyeon out of the four walls that, at some point, crossed the line of customary and took his mind and forced it in full circles. So when she stood with him before the pink painted walls and windows from floor to ceiling, Juyeon became determined to come home and tell her everyday about his passionate way of life.

When Juyeon for the first time in his life stepped onto the wooden floor and heard the bell chime from above. He fell another centimeter closer to Earth. Before him, centered without need of a net, a guy similar to himself(Y/n being his reference). At the time, he behind the counter reached out his arm and waved to him from across the room. Another chime goes off before Juyeon forced his arm up in a rigid manner, greeted him in a voice stale, similar to bread in the open air for two weeks.

Y/n stood beside him, with gentle force pushing his side with her elbow. Juyeon looked down at that moment, but refuted back to his habits of scratching his nape and desperately giving Y/n his eyes curved so that every bit of sunlight passed through them.

Though, now, Juyeon has lost focus of the cream-white dot on the desk. Instead he has found interest in the youngest shirt. The highest point where the lines of his arm and shoulder meet. Fabrics and hands covered in flour. Eric’s blue gloves that shine with snow like flour and crystal sugar, reach out for the silk ribbon tied to his neck, allusive to a spring girl in middle school, her name being First Love. Juyeon’s eyes follow Eric’s finger, to the point below his chin, and back to his face.

“No…we’re not.” Juyeon’s lips, luscious as the green sprouts converting to rose petals in spring. To bring to touch the mark on his life. Juyeon, without gradual rendition, let his hands, painted in sugar, fall away from the ribbon without as much of an allude to the others essence.

“Why?” He asks while Eric finds his voice and demeanor to be of the angel on the right side of his shoulder.

”Should we be?” Juyeon, whose back falls a bit curved over the counter, shrinks even lower. All words articulated by him in this moment yearns for the youngest perspective on the world and the correct answers for the obviously wavering nature of his question. Eric abruptly loses focus on the dough again, and right as it comes out of his grip, the edge between his two fingers tear off. And the bell chimes when another colleague comes through the door. Somehow, when the colleague fades behind the door and Eric lets him wander, the bridge between their eyes is fully horizontal, with no diagonals.

“No…?” Eric knits his eyebrows, “you two just looked like it.”

The single corner piece that teared off, melts together with the essence without seems, when Eric starts shaping it once more. To force the cream-white fragile fragment in sphere shape, and all at once let Earth take a bit of the curve when it falls onto the tray. And Juyeon’s vision suddenly changes direction and once again, lands on his own work space. His arms hover over the counter, hands gently shape a crater-mit to watch space fill it up, and his red apron hangs above his knees. Just as Eric's question runs through the secret corners of his mind.

The curtains work as a filter for their screen to the outerworld. And how the TV radiates mellow blue shades throughout the entire room. The screen, with colors he didn’t know existed before, spread its blueprint onto the objects closest to it.

In the beginning, Juyeon couldn’t work out the change in ambience when the curtains were down. But he knows now, the exact position of the not so bright room, and therefore the light would shine through their secluded corner, if it wasn’t for the flimsy fabric separating the two.

On the rectangular screen, it has captured a picture of their own world and built it up with every pixel. But still, the camera shifts over the highly saturated landscape without details. With loss of this reality, their world is built with grain spots and rigid edges. The couple in this saturated world on the TV sits on a dark bench. How the camera stands in a slight high-point to capture crowns of the city beneath their feet. The camera angles itself for the audience to kindly discern the top part of her dress, most of the dull fabric is covered by her brown locks. The single shot drags on without dialog, she simply stares out over the loud space before her. Juyeon takes up his legs on the sofa, he squints his eyes and feels how that world calls him. The horizon reflects the lead's eyes, but somehow, something else, other than the city pours over them.

Finally, the two on TV bring their hands together as the sunlight, through all hills, clouds and man made structures, illuminates them. How the Earth and Sun have fallen into position, makes the two, on the bench seem even more destined.

Juyeon looks over towards Y/n.

Her face has the artificial light cast up on itself. Dialog on the TV fades to whispers of weather on a windy day. The fabric of her shirt makes a stark contrast against the fabric of the couch, and her hands hold her lower legs. As the scenery on the TV passes, the entirety of his attention follows the single details of her pupils intensely dissecting the TV world.

“Y/n?” Juyeon’s voice reaches her ears like the morning sun on a rain-covered leaf. How the smell of petrichor radiate a sense of belonging, his call compel her own existence to get a fragment of his own.

“Hm?” She faces him.

The words tail end somewhere in his throat and tears at the edge of his lips. Passing conversations in his new life crowds his mind. It pulsates deeply and torments the pressing surfaces. Juyeon closes his eyes. How the world becomes non-existent and the thoughts become less vivid, outlined and with colors.

At the same time, Y/n lies her eyes on his fingers. One starts to bother the left and she shifts herself closer to the full moon outside their window. And another star falls when they intertwine hands. Juyeon watches the couch mit, where their hands touch from above it. At the same time, his heart falters and it becomes a rhythm reminiscent of the clock during midnight. Y/n looks at him with immense eyes, how everything outside the four walls carrying them seize to exist.

His eyes look at hers with a fluorescence sort of filter, complete with yearning, “Y/n, what does it mean to be ‘together’?”

When the words leave his lips, it opens her heart as a flower visualizing the world for the first time in spring. But as it does that, Y/n force the petals to compulse, seem itself from the world like it has never existed. His eyes with curiosity refuse to leave her own. And the effect arises as her eyes change direction of the room and legs fall to the floor to touch the rug beneath them.

While her vision casts itself in every direction, it lands on the TV screen, “It’s like them.” Y/n points at it. How the scene before them portrays them in a landscape so dull and devoid of color, but as one has their chin on their palm at the other mirror, the person over the table in their rectangular vision must be vivid of colors.

“Caring and comforting the other and receiving the same love back.” Y/n nods and looks back at Juyeon. To stare at a different world with a tilted head and let it be the answer to its questions. His eyes fall back to Y/n. In moments of understanding his new life, Juyeon wears this demeanor, similar to his true form.

“Like us?”

How his face sparkles in light. Another light that makes the natural shadows, highlights of the world and its fabricate stand as desolate. Juyeon’s essence is in this novel moment and her words, trapped in glass. Even when the spotlights are off and the sun has fallen under Earth, Juyeon still makes out the faint rosy pigments forming under her eyes. Just as she observes the rug beneath them and scratches her head, Juyeon’s back straightens and his arms in his lap become aligned, symmetrical to the other beside it.

Back when he took the first step into her house and he started asking questions that had Y/n inspecting things in her own home. Juyeon genuinely believed she fell in curiosity over the details of her life. That rosy stains, abrupt silence, and eyes diverting towards the corners of the room was a language of interest in daily life. But as one kept passing the other each morning sun and he gently started through the looking glass, into the people like her. Juyeon realized that the pattern in her behavior, that the out-of-world state wasn’t a deep concentration of understanding, rather, his own life’s effect on her.

The moment that euphoria came crashing right through him, his eyes fell and he moved closer to Y/n. Asked her with great eyes and slight forward posture if he keeps making her sick like this. If the rosyness on her face will spread to her inner self and contaminate every part of her body until she can’t breathe. Y/n got even redder by that at the time, and described with overlapping words and unclear hand motions. By somehow, Juyeon understood her colors are not a bad thing, not what they are, but it’s something positive, because of him.

Therefore, he smiles endearingly when she faces the flower vase on the table.

“No-I-not like us.”

His face drops in an instant, and Y/n purse her lips in and forces her eyes closed. It all sets as a desperate and pained expression in the dark complex of the night.

“We love each other a lot right?” She opens up her arms, “And there different types of love.” Y/n sighs before she continues, “All of them are good, and we describe them differently.“ ”‘Together’ is just not ours.”

The atmosphere from before has shifted. The moment Y/n put an end to her sentence, a wind came opening the two windows and a cold, winter season lies over the room. Y/n’s left hand starts scratching the edge of her right nails. The distance between them seems even further, though it’s just 50 centimeters. For a moment, Y/n looks up towards him, his face speaks of someone looking out into the fading distance when the Earth’s collapsing. She bites her lip and looks away. Them on the TV, talk about love and a single sentence runs between the silence in their apartment.

Could I be yours forever?

Y/n coughs before she stands up. The controller lies on the coffee table and reaches out for it.

“We should sleep right, you need to work well tomorrow too.”

Juyeon looks up from his spot on the couch beneath her. Her smile like it always is, making flowers grow in cold seasons or convert light when all the sources of the world withers. When she looks at him like that, all in this moment, an unfamiliar feeling runs through him. Sensations he can’t connect back to either his new or old life. Y/n comes closer and pet his head.

“Let’s go to sleep.”

Juyeon’s hand pushes his own weight off the couch, without words, he takes a step away from the warm spot. As won’t take his hand in hers, Y/n take one step closer and gently lace them. To walk towards the bed and wrap themself in fabrics.

“Good night, Juyeon.” Y/n whispers. The yearning for an answer coats her heart as one second fabricates onto another. And when she opens her mouth to whisper it again, Juyeon returns the sentence in a voice devoid of that serene tulip feeling she gets every time he speaks.

How the room falls in complete silence. Despite the sheet forcing warmth to cling to the abundant parts of her body, a coldness from the window pierce right through it. Y/n looks over towards Juyeon, to face nothing but his hair. As the moon motions over the sky, the right side of the matter becomes lighter. The fabric falls towards the mattress surface and he on the other side is now so small to fit on the pillow instead.

And when the rain starts falling on their windows, Y/n can only feel that it’s her heart making motions over Earth. But despite storms and endless puddles forming on the street corners. Y/n put a bandaid on her inside, meanwhile forcing tape onto her own mouth and tie ropes on her wrist. There is a thought. That has been folded into the deepest part of her consciousness. That Juyeon’s affection, despite the adrenaline it gives her, is compatible with an innocent child confessing to their teacher. It is a part of growing up.

And the sunset stands at the lower end of the sky and spreads its vivid colors over the horizon. Y/n turn away from the painting-like view and stare at Juyeon’s expression when the orange shade leaks from the horizon line and bleeds throughout the ocean. The scenery to their right as they walk past unknown conversations, and couples with knitted hands. In the other end of two directions, are painted signs, booths and hangers of clothes in shades reminiscent of the scene beside them.

“Should we get something to eat?” Y/n looks up at Juyeon who returns the same expression with, in contrast, a lowered head. To stand at the railing over the ocean edge as he nods. She smiles and releases his hand to walk towards the booth with a blue fabric sign and smoke escaping from the open points. Though, one step from his being, and his hands come back to her own. She looks behind her again and sees his immense eyes looking back at her as if watching disarray. Together with how his hand consoles her own like he misses it.

“I need to buy it.” Y/n smiles.

“Can’t I go with you.” He takes a step closer while still holding her hand.

Y/n look at his eyes and slight pout. How the wind braids itself with his hair and takes it, but miserably fails, so it settles before his eyes. Y/n thinks of the near past, and remembers all decisions. How at this time in this space, herself one month ago would have sighed and gripped his hand a bit tighter. To secure him that there is never an empty space beside him. But as another moth went by and the moon changed its patterns, she came to think of his fragile heart and first discovery of the world around him. To let his person grow beautifully, he too should stand before Earth with his own feet. Look at its sides and discover its beauty, not her.

Y/n shakes her head, “Stay here, I’ll be back soon.” She pats his head and runs away. This time, Juyeon lets her hand escape his own.

For a second, Juyeon looked in the opposite directions of his surroundings. Life as complex as his own passes him as if it all is nothing. The faces of the people become stranger and they all merge into one. The very real presence of others makes him shake his head and concentrate on the back of Y/n’s figure and how she stands in the queue. A bit less than a minute and the sun has fallen another centimeter towards the water, in contrast to Juyeon who has stayed in the same space she left him in.

“Hey?” He feels a touch to the shoulder of his shirt. A girl stands beside him at the railing, staring at him with rather dull eyes. Juyeon turns behind him, but none of the people on the forever long railing turn to face her.

“Hey?” She says again and Juyeon points at himself.

“Yeah, you.” She nods and his eyes widens.

“My friend thinks you’re cute.”

The girl five centimeters beneath him wears an expression contrasting to the sun's drowned path. Juyeon watches her, who shows no emotions, therefore he slowly brings his hands closer to his chest. To break eye contact with her, his eyes yearn for the person under the smoke and thin roof. But to his heart that flows continuously and hands that grasp whatever’s familiar, she stands with her back towards him.

“So?” Her voice overpowers the incoming wind and the waves crashing against the edge. How her body stands frozen as they’ve stared at each other, but suddenly she releases her crossed arms and motions her shoulders. His hands tightly knitted together come even closer to his chest under the sweater. When she sighs quietly, Juyeon feels a rush to bring him one meter below where his eyes fall now. To become out of reach towards human emotions and run under the nearest flower pot.

“Yes or no?” She asks again. Juyeon’s eyes grow larger and the ends fall into a sort of curved motion. At this point, a white question mark has drawn itself over his head.

“Are you going out? Taking her number?” She looks over her shoulder and tilts her head towards the friend again, “You think she’s cute too?”

His eyes insist on keeping themselves open. To switch between hers and the girl’s presence underneath one tree. The two scenes start fading into one, colors leak into the other’s surface and the forms of the world become curved. Juyeon finally closes his eyes and feels the water accumulate on its end.

“Forget it.” The girl sighs. Her white shoes hit the wood beneath them. How her hair follows the motions of her heels turning the other direction from his.

A tension suspended to his shoulders, falters as Juyeon watches how her silhouette will falter from his vision. A bicycle passes him to grab his attention, and as it leaves the framed world, his eyes fall back on Y/n who talks with the person in white cloth behind the cart. At that moment, Juyeon’s hands let go of the other one and he takes for the first time one step closer to the other person leaving his sight.

“Can you help me with something?” The girl turns back to Juyeon standing with one hand over his nape.

She stays quiet for a few seconds.

“Sure,” she sighs, “what do you want?”

To search the world for phrases and listen to the conversations behind him, “Is that a good way to ask someone to be your girlfriend?”

Her eyes dissect his life and his inner self. It uncomfortably tickles his shoulders and withers his height.

“I mean…” He scratches his nape again, “what your friend did.” he clarifies.

The silence that comes after his questions is rather painful. Despite constant talking and surrounding them, it can’t save the dying air between them. The sunset is right between tier two silhouettes, but is all but magical.

“Yeah…” she looks at him weirdly, “I guess.”

“Okay.” He smiles brightly, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” The girl walks away with furrowed eyebrows.

Juyeon, paints and sculpts the world in his mind when the friend under the tree eagerly walks towards the other one. He doesn’t see how she waves her hand before her friend’s face and turns her back onto the sea.

When the sun has moved another centimeter down the horizon, Juyeon stands watching it falling towards its death. He hears footsteps become all the clearer from behind, and while smiling, he turns his back on the scene in order to become a background, and fully faces Y/n. In both her hands she holds a rectangular cardboard piece. The plate with its fascinating textures and worldly colors.

“Sorry it took some time.” She hands him one of the plates and Juyeon receives it with both hands.

“Did it go well?”

She watches how his head lifts when he stops staring at the food in his palms. A wind comes right the moment he looks up and catches some of his hair strands. A part of her heart drowns in the sunset when he smiles after her question. Juyeon nods so that his fringe follows his motions and Y/n reach her hand out for it. She forces one strand to the left and Juyeon watches her face as she does. Thereafter, Y/n follows the patterns of his hair and comes to the highest point. Her hand gently brings the strands down to his scalp, and Juyeon closes his eyes and brings his head down to her height.

“Eric?”

The youngest at the table looks up from his phone to see Juyeon with his arms folded over the table. Those eyes, immersive and bright from the sunlight behind the store window. Juyeon is slightly leaned over the white table and Eric, naturally, forces his eyes wider to mirror Juyeon before him.

“I need your help,” He says with seriousness. How Juyeon’s posture lean on the rest of his chair, and his eyes on a single point as if everything else has faded from him. Eric lets go of his phone fully, resting with the screen down against the white painted surface.

“What is it?” To fully reciprocate his question, he too leans forward. Eric’s full attention lands on his friend, even when the bell from the front door chimes, he won’t look away.

“You need to make me Y/n’s boyfriend.”

Juyeon watches how Eric’s posture sinks in the single second those words leave his mouth. That expression, Juyeon thinks. It's all evocative to the girl from the sunset ocean.

“Okay…?” He leans back into the chair, knitted eyebrows and a confused look towards him on the other side of the table. “Why?” Though, the question leaves his lips and his eyes observes Juyeon’s, a view of himself in bird’s eye perspective takes him off the back rest. Instead Eric leans forward again.

“Or I guess that’s obvious,” Eric says as Juyeon looks at him with hands in his laps, “Why can’t you do it on your own?”

Juyeon’s eyes across the table, looking at Eric himself, turned his back on God. At some point, Eric tilts his head and lifts one eyebrow. To live in the same apartment should be enough to find confidence in one's own relationship, he thinks. But as Eric finds no sympathy in Juyeon’s condition, the one with a confused way of looking at the world, earnestly shakes his head. Those eyes alone and the stare that reaches across the table, is enough to make Eric lean back again.

“It’s not the right way.” Juyeon still shakes his head. The palm of his hands land on the plastic surface of the white table.

Eric, once again, knits his brows and brings his arm to cross one under.

“There’s a ‘right’ way to do it?!”

Juyeon nods.

Eric sighs, his head directs itself towards the ceiling. One square of the white patterns sits two centimeters off its white border. His vision falls back to where it was before, and Juyeon once again becomes the center of it. Eric lets his hands drop from the cross over his chest and he asks;

“Okay, tell me then, what should I do?”

His hands in his lap. How his fingers have started to fiddle with the other and Juyeon is enchanted by the motions and fabrics that follow it, “You tell her that your friend thinks she’s cute.”

Eric stares with wide eyes, lost its vigor during the ten steps the minute visor has moved on the wall behind him. Another coworker passes them by, asking them to walk over to the counter to take the next person who chimes the bell. Eric watches how, the second those words leave the person's mouth, Juyeon stands up from his seat to face him, the one that gave them order fully. How the fabric of their aprons lifts when he who has them orders turn back to the colorless door three meters away. Juyeon looks back at Eric who still hasn’t stood up. Juyeon’s arm reaches to his mid tight, and they hang awkwardly there like decorations when he asks;

“Can you do it?”

Eric wonders whether the older guy before him has a dating life more depressing than the rusted bench outside the window, as he sits there. Or hold some sort of romantic power, too strong and creative for his simple mind.

“Sure, I’ll do it.”

Two friends sit in the inner corner of the room, right by the pink letters on the window. How the r&b playlist paints time in this space and to Eric, who stands at the register without current purpose, each word becomes distinct despite its faint presence. Eric watches the clock on the right side of the room. How the second visor completes another round of teh silver frame, and the minute visor lands on a perfect number. Behind him is another one of their workers in white apron, but Juyeon is nowhere to be seen. And before Eric leaves the register, the clear chime of the golden bell goes off and casts itself over the bakery.

He turns away from the backroom and sees Y/n wave at him from the white frame. A bag decorates her left shoulder and her hair in turn falls over the fabric straps. It is a slightly colder season than before, so with time, her clothes have gotten all thicker to protect the skin from the cold. Y/n comes up to the counter and greets him, similar to the birds singing when the first flowers in spring grow. The hands on the counter fall to his sides and he greets her too.

Another second passes and the expression of spring converts into something differently. To look for the sprouts of life in mid-winter, there is nothing for her to find. Eric sees how her chin lifts to see the space behind him.

“Where’s Juyeon?” Her eyes speak of liquid moonlight.

“He’s getting something, outside.” Eric looks around, “He’s here soon.”

She nods. With only the barely one meter register between them, there is a silence created when two desperately try to solve a sentence in desperation to fill time.

“I need to ask you something.” Eric stammer. The counter surface covers the patterns drawn by his white shoes. Y/n opens her eyes a bit wider and grabs the single strap on her shoulder. Juyeon’s question runs circles in his mind. To keep reaching back towards the kitchen.

“My friend thinks you’re cute.” Eric finally says.

Her eyes widen while her arms become rigid.

“I-that’s flattering” Y/n stammer, “but…”

Her voice fades to silence as Eric tilts his head. Y/n continuously blinks as the side of his head desperately leans towards the left. To look at the erratic behavior, until she catches how a silhouette comes out from behind the metal. His hand on the silver side and the strands over lustrous eyes, it all that has carved itself a space in her heart. Y/n see it all, only for a second, but it is enough to understand Eric’s exact language and square demeanor.

“Oh.” Y/n smiles and looks at Eric. He, in contrast, furrows his eyebrows and leans towards her. Seek for another soul in the room to connect over his, what Eric thinks is, love-drowned behavior.

“Tell him to meet me outside then.” Y/n straightens her posture and walks outside. The bell goes off again and Eric is left staring at the empty spot without traces.

The second the chime from the edge reaches the far corner of the kitchen. Juyeon comes out from the metal covering his presence. That the skin of his hands cover a significant part of the outer edge of the metal machine. Eric’s back faces Juyeon and he fully frees himself from the cover and walks up to him.

“What did she say?” Juyeon asks, his eyes drowned in moonlight glitter.

Eric, at the register, finally stops staring at the point Y/n departed from.

“To meet you outside.” Eric says without any sort of surgarcoat lining between his words. As his face watches over Juyeon’s, the bright light from outside becomes uncovered by the clouds just as his lips beam.

How the two last digits on their phones count upwards as they bring the chairs over tables and take the mop to clean off the irregular pattern over the wooden floor. The bell chimes endlessly as the workers leave the room with windows from floor to ceiling. Juyeon and Eric are the last two out of the bakery, and Eric brings the keys to the door and a low sound comes from within the door when he turns his wrist.

Juyeon turns away from the frame and out over the city. As the buildings ascend above the square bakery and between the towers that pierce through the atmosphere, the setting sun beams its last warmth for the day. The two of them take their step down the stairs. Only four steps or two until they reach the sidewalk concrete and wave the other goodbye. And when Juyeon sees Eric’s back face him and his shadow paints itself over the street and reaches the cars on the other side, he turns behind him.

How the tiles of the sidewalk and sunlight lead him straight to the bench where she stands. The shadow beneath her feet follows the motion of her right hand as she waves to him. For a single moment, Juyeon stands on the tiles as if they’ve forced him down onto them. But in reality, that the earth round the sun in a forever circle seems unbearable. Because, when Y/n takes a step closer towards his existence, the entire solar system could circle around her.

“Did work go well?” Her voice is soft and familiar of daily life as she stands before him. When she looks at him attentively, he nods so that the loose fabrics around his body follow it. Soon after, Y/n take the end fabric of his sleeve and gently pull his body towards her own. Sounds of shoe surface scratching against the rough tiles reach his ears, and then, they’re letting the street guide them further down the city.

People become faceless as they enter the immense circle in the middle of the city. Juyeon grabs onto Y/n’s arm and she looks up to see his eyes follow the paths of strangers. How they cross red light and half way through, then color turns on its spectrum and the green light illuminates the concrete. The constant pitched sound pattern grabs onto his mind and torments a part of each senses. Y/n watches how his eyes closes. Without another second between the two cars and two groups of people before them, Y/n brings the left side of his body closer to her right. By nearly running, the two of them get to the end edge of the street.

Juyeon finally opens his eyes when a wind blows past his lids. The maze of skyscrapers, signs and music have opened up before them. And now they stand on the path dividing the capital into two. Once again, they stand by the side of the city river and soon walk where the railing paints the edge of the water. Like the couples, parents with children in neon blue padded jackets and high school friends on bicycles, they follow the railing up towards each bridge that decorates horizontally over the vertical river.

Conversations of people without faces crosses their life and fades before they get to comprehend it. They walk past one bridge, and how the pillars underneath it shows its true massiveness. Though, as they walk there, side by side in the illuminated city center, Juyeon continuously takes glances at her beside him.

To go through the scene in intricate detail. Count the seconds and paint the motions, Juyeon can’t find the strings attaching Eric’s help at the bakery to their moment by the river. Despite receiving his question and answering it, in what he guesses, is a positive manner, she once again is by his side without a mention of his action. Though, he thinks back on the scene during the sunset, when the girl said her friend thought he was cute. She never got beyond that. What is supposed to happen after that? he thinks. Has the universe now, with that acknowledgement at the bakery woven together their existences? Will a sensation from another world visit his dreams?

The thoughts rushes from his mind out towards his fingers and radiate to the deepest corners of his body. Juyeon once again looks at Y/n when they come to the next bridge where three benches stand in a pattern of two meters in between.

“Are we together now?” He asks suddenly.

His voice binds her heart to his own, therefore, her body, with just a small measure shifts closer to his own. Y/n looks up towards him with eyes mirroring the open river and chin a bit higher as if to compare each feature under his fringe. When they walk like this, Y/n waits for his lips to imitate the crescent moon that stands before them. But instead, a midnight streak in his eyes pulsates before her and his lips slightly apart.

“What?” She asks.

Juyeon stops one step before her in the midst of the river path and asks again “Are we together?”

Another wind comes between them when they stand one meter away from the other. How the couples and workers walk past them without lending a lens towards the two of them in the midst of the open path. Y/n’s vision covers when the wind takes one of hair strands, and without looking away from him before her, she forces it back between her ears.

“You need to tell me.” The words fall desperately as his fingers begin fiddling with the other. His eyebrows fall into a sort of outward motion. Another flash before the pupil pulls on her heart and forces her to breathe out.

“I-we’re not…” She stammers.

Juyeon’s shoulders falter even deeper. Tragic weather has taken on the single square where they stand. The continuous motions of her chest is the only part of her that can be seen from outside, as she watches how his eyes fall to her shoes.

“It hurts me, Y/n.” He breathes, “can’t you feel it too?”

Despite standing in the midst of the overcrowded city, a silence only at the edge of the world has fallen over it. Y/n opens her lips as if she’s about to answer him, but the silence draped over the buildings that circle them like walls, spreads like poison through her veins. To voice so much of a vowel, she’s afraid venom will falter.

“But it’s not like that, Juyeon.” She takes a step closer, “You don’t love me.”

The calmness of the sunset evening is gently wrapped between her fingers. And when her hand reaches out to his shoulder, it tears off in one motion and falls to the floor and withers. Juyeon backs away. The evershining in his eyes that she has come to adore, has melted off his pupils, becoming liquid starlight at the end of his eyes.

“What should I do for you to believe me?” He finally breathes, “that I love you.” The transparent wall suffocating them two, shatters in a single flicker as Juyeon walks out of it. Left before her is an empty space and a cold wind. She looks to the left to see his silhouette become smaller and fall in line with the bench. Her hand between sky and floor, desperately calls for someone to take it.

Y/n can feel something gripping at the parts of her lungs as Juyeon walks towards the bench. His silhouette is ever so small against the immense river. When her feet stand in the same position still, and another person brush shoulders against her own to get through. It too, takes onto her skin and forces a deep, cold, metal lining into her heart. Somehow, it turns to the left and Y/n can feel her own knees desperately standing still.

When her heart aches, Y/n looks back over the beautiful scene. How in every preservation, she would want to see him in the center. She sees him like this, and the sunset falls over him as if it is their only purpose. In the midst of her existence, he has become smaller. And when standing still at the edge of the world, Y/n realize this sudden fear. That he’ll walk along the path without her, and at the end another day, he will have faded like summer when it grace to autumn.

Y/n finally leaves the spot behind her without traces. She holds her eyes on his hair as if to make sure that every moment he’ll continue to exist.

Juyeon looks towards her when she takes the spot beside him.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to be together.” he looks down, “Just say no.” He says while looking out over the lights in colors to form a path at midnight for those who wander, “Because, I just…want you to know that I love you.”

When they sit by the river, his profile shows no sign of awareness of her own existence. Memories from before come back to her from every side and force itself into her heart. The scene up on the hill before the same river they’re beside now, plays behind her lens like a film from before. And when he breathes for a second time and the breeze from the water perfectly lies one strand behind the other. Y/n realizes how much he has grown. His emotions were gently wrapped in three sentences, ending in a yellow silk bow. A sort of sincerity in the golden lining threads her broken parts.

She finally smiles, when she looks at his hand that has reached out for hers. His smile that for the first time falters when he’s with her. At last, another conversation behind them fades and the world has fallen silent.

Y/n takes his hand in hers and leans towards him with lowered head. He looks up at her through the hair strands and waits for her words to torment the deepest parts within him.

“I love you too, Juyeon.”

For a second, the line between the two falls in complete silence. It is this pitched sound that vibrates in the ceiling of one's ear, and it lingers there as each second passes. Though, finally Juyeon lifts his chin even a bit higher. His eyes clear as the sky curved over their heads and how the edges of his lips have formed a rose pink cradle.

“You do?”

Y/n nods.

At this moment, Juyeon fully lifts his legs from the grass growing out between the tiles and crosses them over the bench. His front faces hers without a hidden feature and at last, he takes her other hand in his. And as they sit there under the falling sky, Y/n looks down onto her legs drawing circles on the gray concrete. How Juyeon sees his own life paints hers and he feels that sensation in the hidden corner of himself.

The same feeling he recalls from their daily life. A sensation intimate with his new life takes his breath from the lowest parts within him before letting out. And his chest seems to bring him life for an eternity.

“Can you feel it too?” Juyeon asks curiously and Y/n looks back up.

Her eyes fall wider when he, without signs, brings his hand onto her heart protected in layers. Where the sensation mirrors his own. And an empty field without wind, Y/n watch him without motions. She looks at his eyes that concentrate on the pulsating on his palm.

And he gasps with immense eyes, “You feel it too?”

Y/n nods now with a smile reminiscent of his own. How the melted starlight died. But in the corner of his eyes, she sees the small shine of a newborn star. So delicate but enough to reach her own.

And they sit there, legs over the ground and hands intertwined like the bridges beside them. Another pair of people walk past them, and Juyeon looks at her without words. Y/n tilts her head while knitting her eyebrows with her smile.

“What’s happening now?” He asks as he thinks of the movies playing hours on end by the TV screen. Her own mind fills in the blank spaces where two ears would perk up in union.

She smiles even wider and Juyeon can’t seem to understand why she does so. As he tilts his head even lower and eyes grow wider, she finally leans forward.

“This.”

Her knees force the rest of her body up a bit higher. And her hands hold him even tighter when her lips fall on his own. Or, she overestimates the height in between them, and instead kisses the upper part of his lip, right underneath his nose. Y/n comes back down with redness from his own lips. At first, he stares at her without words. Expression the same as before, all until his face lights up like the street lamps in every corner of their city.

“It’s so fun kissing you.” He gasps.

Y/n herself nearly falls onto the rest behind her, when Juyeon leans forward to press his lips against her own. She laughs and pushes him, the part of his chest right beneath the yellow ribbon. His eyes, like the city, shines up the passing darkness of the season, all while he pouts.

“Just once.” She holds up one finger, “Once.”

Cat gets jealous :(

Y/n sees how his eyes move on from her own down to the spot beside her feet. She too looks down, Juyeon is brushing his head over her ankles and walks in circles around her.

“This is Juyeon.” Y/n says.

Her neighbor kneels down and reaches out his hand. The hand becomes all the more larger the closer he gets to Juyeon. The smell of his skin and light in his eyes. Juyeon’s fur stands up, he takes a step forward as the sharp teeth behind the soft fur shows. Juyeon’s eyes are formed like sirens and stare deeply into the man before them.

“Juyeon.” Y/n quickly bends down and takes him in her arms. The stern tone fades into an awkward laugh before she looks down into her arms.

“Sorry.” The man before her has gone back to the door and holds own hand, “He’s not usually like that.” Y/n smiles and looks down in her arms cupped to hold his light fur. His paws curl up under his chin and his eyes close when Juyeon can tilt his head onto her shoulder.

“It’s okay.” He laughs, “Where is the leaking?”

His hoodie falls over his shoulders like a blanket. In securing warmth from the material, he stands against Y/n’s back, watching how she cuts strawberries. The oven glistens in warm tones and it spreads over the four walls. He calls the sweet aroma from sugar and berries.

“What is it, Juyeon?” Y/n turn her head back towards him for a second, then focus back towards the fruit. A familiar spark rushes through him when she talks to him with that high voice. He comes even closer and rests his head on her shoulder.

“Is it something special?” He asks her. Y/n, despite looking at the plastic board and can only hear his whisper-like voice, sees his ears fold up.

She smiles, “The plumber is coming over again.”

The space on her shoulder becomes cold and she barely feels the edges of his shirt brush against her own. As a divider has moved between the two, Y/n looks behind her again and puts down the knife. In oversized fashion, hair strands scattered over his eyes and a small pout, Juyeon watches her attentively. Despite his disheartened demeanor and distance(distance being in juyeon’s world), Y/n laughs.

“I need to thank him, Juyeon.”

His shoulders are still hanging low and the pout on his lips won’t go away. Y/n tilts her head and leans onto the counter.

Juyeon has circled her legs before, held her hand a bit tighter in public or strengthened his posture when someone else exchanged words with her. But when he stands before her right now, there are no walls or filters. With a yearning so transparent and a heart craving for her own, she can’t help but adore him even more. Y/n half a strawberry from behind her and walks up to his figure. Because of her motions, Juyeon’s eyes have formed from dissatisfied ones to asking questions. His own head tilts to the side and Y/n looks up at him before bringing the strawberry up to his lips.

“Don’t sulk, Juyeon.”

He bites down onto the strawberry and nods so that his fringe moves with it. Before bringing her attention back to the counter, Y/n reach her hand out towards the spot where his hair blossoms to all sides.

Cat wants a pet name >:(

How the white curtains lie like a filter over the city during sunday morning. There are no calling responsibilities until another hour has passed them by. Y/n because of that lies with closed eyes, still under the covers. A sort of relief and satisfaction washed over her thirty minutes earlier as she thought she was late for university. But before Y/n could even throw off the sheet, Y/n felt her arm being pulled towards the bed-mit. She fell onto the pillow again and her hair scattered over the fabrics. When she took a glance to her left, she saw Juyeon with closed eyes and his soft skin up against her own.

“It’s Sunday.” He whispered and shifted his head closer to hers, between her neck where Y/n felt him breathing deeply.

Because of his low voice and silk skin, she could close her eyes without thoughts of dilemma grabbing her neck. Though, now the morning sun has struck her once again, and she shifts her head one step closer to the pillow, as to make sure she’s alive. Aside from the sun, there is someone else to bring warmth in the room she is in. Y/n has her face immensely close to Juyeon’s. So much that his breathing appears to move her own strands of hair.

The clock continuously passes them by when time has stopped in the bed. Juyeon’s hair tickles her bare skin and she takes her hand to comb through his silk strands. His head falls backwards with eyes closed. In this angle, the sunlight strikes him perfectly, she thinks.

“Y/n?” He whispers and she hums.

To take notice how his skin shifts in pink and how his eyes open just to close as quickly.

“What is it?” Y/n asks.

He hesitates, “Why did you stop calling me kitten?”

“Why?” He looks through the strands of his fringe.

Y/n shifts away from his person, her face towards the white wall and the fabrics in a familiar shade folds over her. “It’s weird"...", she laughs.

Juyeon won’t say anything more, or make a sound. And she conceives the way his scent intertwines with her own, that he has gone back to dreaming. But as the white paint of her wall fades from sight and her lids closes, the sheets fall a decimeter lower. The mattress shifts in weight and a sort of coldness comes from the empty spot and makes her pull the covers closer to her essence. Soon, Y/n opens her eyes as the left side of her pillow shifts closer to the morning sun and another presence in the same room affects the poi8nt below her collarbone. As it strains her body, Y/n makes a pained expression before opening her eyes and looks up.

“Juyomi?”

He stays on her chest and takes one step after the other. To walk in circles on her upper body and sway his tail in her face. Y/n sneezes and takes her arms from under the covers and tangles within his fur.

“Juyo?” Y/n sighs. Though, her grip around his thin body loosens as he stops turning and takes a seat on her chest. As he sits there, she references all the moments they’ve spent in the same room staring into each otheräs eyes. Juyeon’s head won’t tilt to the left, but behind his small figure waves the tail from left to right in a slow rhythm.

“Juyo?” Y/n says again, this time, in a tone much more playful.

He walks even closer to her face and disappears beneath her vision. Instead, Y/n senses how his soft fur touches her neck. How Juyeon reaches his head between her chin and chest and lets the warmth of her self affect his own life. And when his face comes up to her ear, she hears faint breaths covered in white silk.

“Okay, Juyo,” she says, “I'm tired.”

Y/n wraps her arms around his fragile body and forces him down when she falls to the side. To look slightly down when her hair scatters over the pillow. She sees his eyes up towards hers, how the color spreads large over the white and sparks in the piercing sunlight. A second passes them by and Juyeon lets out a fragile sound before taking his head in her chest.

Y/n smiles how he falls blushy and gif eye contact with her in this state. Therefore, she hugs him a bit tighter before closing her eyes and falling asleep again on Sunday morning.

mischievous cat :)

Y/n sits on one of the chairs at the white table. Her chin hangs over the computer as she stares at the black cursor. Though she has fallen into the digital world and nothing seems to be able to force her out of it. All at once, her shoulder falls backwards and she lets out a pained sound as a weight with cold claws lands on her shoulders. Her hands let go of the keyboard and grab the silk fur of the one higher up.

“Juyeon, go off.” Y/n says, in which she only gets a meow for an answer.

“Juyeon, seriously, we’ve talked about this.”

Her words don't seem to reach him, or he doesn’t want to listen. His paws start to play with her hair and the collar of her shirt.

“I’ll give you attention later, I need to work.”

a/n: def not my best work. I promise to come back with something better! This took way to long than it should have🫠 thanks for reading💗

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peachsayshi · 1 year

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minors & ageless blogs dni

tags: au; kishibe x female reader; cam girl! reader; retired hit man! kishibe; mentions of killing and blood; age gap (reader in late twenties - kishibe is fifty); daddy kink; masturbation

I’m thinking about...

retired hit man kishibe who officially paid off his debts after making a career out of such a dangerous job. he was barely a man when he slit the throat of his first victim, but none of that matters now when he has the blood of so many on his hands. he’s relieved that he no longer has to think about crimson stains or begging screams. he happily moved into his new apartment, even though it’s much smaller than his old bachelor pad. he has enough money to retire at fifty and adopted the stray kitten that hangs around his street. every night he goes to sleep with his head feeling light thinking that maybe, just maybe, he’s finally earned some peace.

retired hit man kishibe is in a dry spell. he is resisting falling back into old habits even though it was so much easier to slip his dick inside one pussy after another without thinking about it. a series of endless hook ups with faces and names blurring into one another - he justified this behavior due to his unlawful line of work and knew that a putting down roots was unrealistic. he didn’t have these excuses anymore, and promised himself that he is going to start changing for the better. he just needed to find a new way to relieve his urges.

retired hit man kishibe never gave technology much thought until he resorted to watching porn online. he is particrularly obsessed with your content. you only ever revealed yourself from the mouth down but he loved the sound of pretty voice and admired your body covered in such scant clothing. the way you teasingly modeled off your outfits drove him wild, while your fingers played with the the only signature item you wore which was a tiny pink choker that had a little heart dangling in center.

retired hit man kishibe blows extra cash just to have a private session with you once a month. he loves watching you fuck yourself, loves the way you spread your wet lips in front of the camera while whining that it’s all for him. the tip of his cock leaks with cum when you start stripping for him, seductively laughing while asking: “like what you see, old man?”. he starts enjoying the fact that you taunt him for being almost two decades older than you, and grows fond of the silly pet name you’ve given him. Then there was the time where the conversation got so heated, kishibe wound up watching you bounce on a pink dildo as you moaned “daddy” over and over again. He came so hard that night, his vision went white.

retired hit man kishibe sees you unlocking the door to your apartment. you live right across from him and he recognizes the uniform you’re wearing - a short brown skirt with a fitted black shirt tucked inside. He pinpointed the outfit, and immediately knew that you worked as a waitress at the bakery across the street. he doesn’t stop himself from checking you out, immediately acknowledging how attractive you are. despite what his personal life revealed, kishibe still can’t bring himself to approach a woman much younger than him. instead he greets you with a polite hello, and you give him a pretty smile that makes his brain light up. there was something about you he finds oddly familiar. he just can’t place it yet...

retired hit man kishibe eventually becomes the “helpful” neighbor. he carries your heavy groceries up the stairs when he sees you struggling. he always offers to fix the leaky pipe in your kitchen sink. he keeps your packages safe whenever the mailman drops it off to the wrong door. he gives you leftover foods on special holidays to make sure you have something to eat. eventually you offer to return the favor by promising to pet sit for his cat which he happily accepts.

sometimes he forgets that his life wasn’t always like this.

sometimes he forgets that most people only ever looked at him with fear in their eyes.

retired hit man kishibe spent the earlier part of his evening revisiting old connections. he hates that these people think they can lure him back into his past life by throwing numbers at his face. it was all about the money for them, but that’s exactly what put him in this terrible predicament in the first place. he stops by your apartment to pick up taro, but as you open the door he feels his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. you are holding taro in your arms, wearing an oversized hoodie with fitted boy shorts and a pink choker that he instantly recognizes.

retired hit man kishibe thinks it’s a coincidence - but you prove him wrong only two hours later when he sees you on the screen of his laptop with your hoodie discarded on the floor. you’re wearing the skimpiest tank top that barley fits, one hand slipped underneath to tweak your hard nipple while the other was hidden under the thin fabric of your shorts. he watches you with dumbstruck eyes as you whimper how close you are to your orgasm.

for the first time since he’s known you, retired hit man kishibe considers if it’s worth crossing the line that he’s drawn.

#posted this through my mobile and it deleted my recent edits + these last two paragraphs??#anyway here is the post #I'm planning on writing this as maybe a one shot or two part series #kishibe x reader #kishibe x hc's #kishibe x female reader #I wanted to share the idea with you thought lskdjflskdfj

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birgittesilverbae · 1 year

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tmtl: anniversary

There's a thump behind the couch, in the space between the living room and kitchen of the too-cramped short-term rental, and Beatrice stiffens. She sets her book down, retrieves the knife stowed beneath the couch cushion and silently unsheathes it. Notes the shimmering reflection in the television screen, just enough detail to give her a location, and then vaults over the back of the couch. She sweeps out her leg, knocks the figure to their back on the floor and presses the knife to their throat.

Beneath her Lilith arches an eyebrow, but doesn't fight back against the pin. "Hey, Beatrice."

"Lilith." Beatrice keeps the knife tucked tight beneath Lilith's chin, drawing a thin line of blood, as she takes her in for the first time since she'd left her in front of the Ark. Lilith's in a too-small hoodie and sweatpants, an extra inch of exposed skin at her wrists and ankles. There are scratches across her cheek, too fresh to have begun healing, and tear tracks glisten wetly in the light of the reading lamp.

Lilith has a pile of fabric clutched in one hand, and she looks up at Beatrice with unmasked sorrow in her eyes and presses it up against her chest. "Happy anniversary," she rasps, voice rough with disuse, careful with the weight of Beatrice's knife at her throat.

Beatrice has to take a second to breathe deeply and work it out in her mind, what exactly Lilith thinks they should be celebrating. She hasn't been keeping track of anything but the time that's passed since Ava went through the Ark three months, ten days, seven hours, and sixteen minutes ago.

"Five years," she says finally, a lump growing in her throat. Five years since she'd joined the OCS, since she'd found a family that it had taken only a fraction of that time to lose.

Lilith nods slightly, a small movement but still enough to drive Beatrice's knife further into her skin. She almost can't pull her eyes away from the blood droplet that leaves a trail down Lilith's neck as it slides beneath her collar. "I meant to wrap it, but I took a far more… direct route than I'd intended."

The corner of Beatrice's mouth quirks up despite herself, and her free hand brushes across the line of scratches on Lilith's cheek. She watches enthralled as they scale over and fade into her skin.

Lilith takes her wrist and ever so gently draws her hand away. "I've been looking after that cat for the better part of six months and she still can't stand me half the time," she remarks.

"Only half the time? That's an improvement"

Lilith scowls up at her and shoves the bundle into her hand. "Twerp."

"Bitch."

And then Lilith's gone in a ripple of fire.

Beatrice rests there on the floor for a long while, the scene of brimstone heavy in the air, her knife blade dark with a smear of Lilith's blood. It's not until she remembers Lilith's gift that she moves, settling back onto her heels and putting the knife aside to retrieve the bundle of fabric from where it had fallen to the tile beneath her in the wake of Lilith's departure. She grabs a handful of cloth and pulls, letting it unfurl as she lifts it.

Beatrice stares open-mouthed at the waxed canvas jacket, her throat tight, tears burning at the corners of her eyes. She'd never expected to see Shannon's jacket again, the same she'd worn on a flight back from her personal hell, the same Beatrice had pressed her face into again and again when drawn into a hug. She'd assumed it had been left abandoned in the destruction of Shannon's room. Not, presumably, tucked deep in a closet at Mary's apartment, only just now unearthed by Lilith.

She takes a shuddering breath and pulls the jacket over top of her sweater, brings the collar to her nose and inhales. The scent of cedarwood is so heavy in her nose, verging on cloying. She feels as though she might drown in it.

#fic: tmtl #warrior nun #myfic #mywn #sister beatrice #sister lilith

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cocogrrrl · 9 months

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off-week

part two to bandages: mysterion crashes in your apartment again, and some things start to be revealed.

mysterion!kenny x gn!reader cws: cuts and bruises wc: 1943

It’s been a week since your encounter with Mysterion.

You hadn’t really thought much about what happened, mostly because you couldn’t. You had friends that lived in South Park their whole lives, like Wendy and Kyle, but you were sure they would ask why you wanted to know who Kenny McCormick was if they knew him. What excuse do you have if that situation arose?

Still, despite that, you were a hopeless dreamer who put all their faith in his revisit once more. You weren’t sure why you were quite drawn to a man whose literal broken rib you helped restore, but the bottom line is that you might like him. He was the only thing you’ve been thinking of all week as well. Mysterion, Mysterion, Mysterion.

You didn’t want to be selfish or mean, but you hoped he got hurt again so he could come running back to your place for your nursing aid.

It was almost as if your prayers were answered.

You were busy that night, finishing up some extra work given to you by your boss. You were completely immersed in your work that you were drowning yourself in it. You hadn’t showered, eaten, or even taken off your shoes—you headed straight to whatever you needed to do.

This was for the sole reason of reducing the number of things you needed to do, even if you were well aware that these types of things are never fully eliminated. They’re always something that is piled up on, at least in your experience.

A loud thump out your window pulled you from your work, though. Initially, you thought it was some stray cat, so you quickly fixed your attention back to where it was. Then, you heard some shuffling after that. You were confused by the noise. Now wasn’t a good time to be robbed.

As you made your way to where your fire exit was, the thought hit you like a brick—it was Mysterion, wasn’t it? To your delight, it was.

You opened the window, and you were greeted with a disheveled-looking Mysterion. His state wasn’t as bad as when you first saw him, but he still look like he just fought in the rain and got his ass totally beat again. You noted that some scratches littered across his upper half, biting through his clothes as his skin bleeding from sharp claw marks.

“Hello, YN.” There was that gruff voice you missed all throughout the week. His eyes were diverted away from you. You could tell he was embarrassed by the defeated look on his face.

“Bienvenida, Mysterion.” You nodded, opening the window wider for him to hop in. “Your off-day’s now an off-week?”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes giving you a dead stare after. “Unfortunately, you’re correct. I got my ass beat by the Coon again today.”

“Do you need me to clean you up?” You asked loudly, already heading into your bathroom to grab your med kit.

You heard a faint, “Yes. Thank you.” as you searched through your drawers. You found the kit and headed back to your living room, being greeted by Mysterion shirtless and sprawled over your couch. He supported his upper half up, but his legs were stretched out. He looked worse than you thought. He had cuts and bruises all over him.

“Jeez, what did he do to you?” You winced at the sight, setting your things on your coffee table as you settled by the foot of your couch to grab the things you needed.

“The fucker had brass knuckles and metal claws on. You think I’m gonna win a fight with a guy who has a great upper hand?” You delved into your kitchen for a split moment to grab an ice pack, throwing it to him—which he had caught with finesse.

“No, but that means you got to one-up him! Bring a gun, then shoot him in the stomach or something.” You said, dipping a towel in a soap-and-water solution and then wringing it out.

“Nah. I don’t wanna bring a gun to a fistfight. I’m not gonna stoop to his level.” He said, seemingly deep in thought.

You motioned that you were going to sit on top of him, but he probably didn’t catch it. “May I?” You hummed, using your head to point over to his lap.

“Huh? Oh- uh, yeah. Totally.” He mumbled, clearing up his throat.

You situated yourself on top of his lap, embarrassment clear from the red blush on your cheeks. You pushed it aside, though, grabbing his arm as you cleaned his wound. “Ah, this is gonna hurt.” You warned, gently dabbing the cloth on his arm.

He knew what was about to happen, yet his teeth dug into each other you leaned his arms and chest. His eyes were tight shut, and his nails clung onto the ice pack he held against his body. Yikes, the cuts seemed to be a little deep.

After you cleaned his wounds, you set the towel aside, one hand cupping his cheek as the other massaged his shoulder. “You’re okay now.” You cooed.

“Thank you…” he grumbled, eyes opening once more, but turned away from you. You could see red forming on his cheeks.

“I’d stitch some of your cuts up, but my stomach’s a tad bit too weak to do that. Instead, I’m just gonna put some petroleum jelly then patch you up, okay?” He nodded in reply.

You reached over to grab a tube of petrolatum, squeezing a little onto your finger and then putting it on the cut. Repeat the process. “Seems like you’ve already made yourself at home, even if it’s just your second time here.” You said mindlessly, just wanting to make conversation with him.

“I guess so. I mean, you’ve seen me half-naked before, and I’ve already slept here—in your clothes, mind you.”

“You think I’ve forgotten?” You chuckled, mostly for yourself.

“I’d hope not.”

“Oh, pretty boy, I promise you,” you paused briefly, eyes flickering to his. “I would never forget about you.”

“Uhuh?” His voice buzzed, a smug smirk on his face as he leaned closer to you.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, giving him a short peck on the lips before you pushed him back to focus on fixing him up like nothing happened.

From the corner of your eye, you could see him dart his eyes at you. Not in a bad way, not at all. You noticed a pink in his cheeks under his mask. Cute. “You look like you wanted more.” You giggled.

“Well-” He pouted, voice losing its deepness and raspiness for a split second. You whip your head back to him to give him a funny look. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand.

“Ha! I knew that wasn’t your actual voice.”

“Duh,” he said, his voice the higher-pitched one you heard just now. “You think I go to my regular day-to-day sounding like this?” He laughed.

“I just assumed.” You shrugged.

The two of you stayed like that, you on his lap as you tended to his wounds. A looming air of want was clouding over you two. You were sure he could feel it as much as you. He was the first one to cut the air.

“I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, but I think I have some bruises on my face.” He awkwardly said, hesitantly pulling down his mask and hood

You paused there for a second, entranced by what he actually looked like. It’s true, the bruises got his face as well, but you imagine him without it. He was awfully gorgeous both ways. His hair was a little long, split ends littering everywhere. He had the faintest freckles on his face. You only noticed it now, but he had a gap in his teeth, which you found adorable.

“Hellooo? YN?” He asked, waving his hand in your face.

“Oh, uh—” You shook your head, setting yourself out of your trance. “—Yeah, yeah. You do have a few bruises. Just put the ice pack over it.”

“It’s warm, though.” He pouted.

“Oh, let me change it then,” you said, grabbing the ice pack as you were about to get off of him. You didn’t, though, he pulled you down to him. You turned to look at him, giving him a confused look.

“I, uh, should get it.” He awkwardly muttered, getting up. “You’ve done a lot, and I don’t wanna tire you.”

You clicked your tongue, finding yourself giggling at him. “Mysterion—”

“Kenny.” He cut you off.

“Why Kenny?”

“It feels weird to be called Mysterion if I don’t have the mask on.”

“Oh, well, Kenny,” you corrected yourself. “It’s just an ice pack, a walk to the kitchen. It’s not a hassle.”

“Please, let me do it.”

“No,” You hummed, getting up. “You’re the one who’s injured, so it’s my duty to help you.”

“You’ve been helping out this whole time! It’s the least I can do.” He pouted.

“Fine, you go do that.” You rolled your eyes light-heartedly, getting up to head to your bedroom, though. “Do you need to change?”

“I, uh,” he said, taking a brief moment to think. “Yeah, thanks.” He gave you a toothy grin.

Immediately, you felt your heart skips a few beats at the sight, quickly heading into your room so that he wouldn’t see your red, red cheeks. You got clothes that were in a familiar fashion to what you got the last time he was here: a big shirt and some basketball shorts.

When you exited the room, you spotted Kenny sitting down on your couch as he was holding up a new ice pack against his face. You handed him your clothes.

“Hey, YN?” You hummed in reply. “Was I interrupting you or anything when I got here?”

Your mind flicked back to the work you had to get to. Well, you weren’t upset that you were disrupted. “Yeah, but I don’t mind. I mean, I’m happy to help you out anytime, Kenny.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna get in the way of anything important.”

“No, no. It’s fine.” You gave him a reassuring smile, patting his shoulders. After that, you headed to the dining area where your work sat. As Kenny changed, you quickly tidied your things up.

“Are you staying the night?” You asked as you headed back to the living room, deep down hoping he would.

“No, sadly. I think I have to head out now. I have to go do something.” He said, seemingly knowing you’d be disappointed at your answer.

“What? Poison the Coon in his sleep?” You joked.

“Great idea, but no.” He laughed, making his way to your window.

“Don’t forget your shirt!” You folded it up and placed it in a paper bag you had lying around. “When, uh, will I see you again? So you can return my clothes?” You half-joked, not forgetting the extra pair he still had with him.

“Hmm,” he paused, feigning a deep thought. “How does this Wednesday, 5 PM sound?”

“Why so specific?” You raised a brow, not quite getting where he’s at.

“Because I’m asking you out on a date, silly.” He chuckled at you, grabbing the paper bag with his clothes in it.

“Oh! Yeah, totally.” You beamed. Although you would probably be busy that night, you were busy all the time anyway. You were willing to sacrifice a shit ton of paperwork just for a night out with him.

“See you then. I’ll meet you right here, cutie.” He said, giving you a kiss on the cheek before he exited through your fire escape.

#cocogrrrl's writing #south park x reader #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick x you #kenny mccormick x y/n #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mcormick x reader

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underforeversgrace · 11 months

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green in the air

DannyMay2023 Day 22: Cryptid AU

title: green in the air

words: 2042

Summary: Ectoplasm is invasive and all consuming, and it shows in Amity Park's residents. (OC outsider POV)

Warnings: None!

Beta by: @probably-dead

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Ectoplasm is invasive. Once it’s in the air, in the water, on the ground, it is there to stay. Most places have such minor hauntings that it is inconsequential an amount, a ghost or two at most struggling to maintain its form and unable to spare any.

Amity Park isn’t most places. Unknowingly, Jack and Maddie Fenton had released more ectoplasm onto the human plane in the past year than in all of history - recorded and not - up until that point.

And, despite science’s belief otherwise, ectoplasm can absolutely be absorbed into the human body, live alongside living tissue, it just had never been present in this large an amount before, unable to be studied. It snuck into the humans in so many ways. In the air, merely being breathed in, growing and multiplying within the humans’ lungs. In the water for hydration, coating the pipes inside and seeping into the liquid. On the ground, sticking to clothes, sticking to the skin of children too young to walk, who’s hands always end up in their mouths.

Invisible, untraceable, even as it changed the humans, changed the definition of normal for all within Amity Park and Elmerton. Only a year since the portal had been opened by a teen’s half-death and already, outsiders could see the change.

Could see everyone here was just a little wrong.

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Joanne hefted the box out of the moving van, carefully avoiding her pet cats running around her feet as she moved up the stairs, depositing the box in her new bedroom. She wiped sweat from her brow, eyeing the mattress lying on the ground and debated collapsing onto it, making the bed frame be damned.

She sighed and instead moved to the window, looking at their new home.

Jo’s mom had been transferred to the Amity Park branch of the company she worked for and was expected to be here at least the next two years, updating software and training employees, unable to leave until corporate felt these employees knew the subject matter as well as the other locations did. Her mom had complained about it, worried about how poor the internet connection for the whole city must be, as this branch consistently had internet issues, thus the need for them to move on site.

At least Amity Park was pretty, she determined as she saw suburbia around her, trees and leaves dotting the area around them. It was still warm, the middle of July, and she had two weeks before she began her life as a sophomore at the high school. Jo wasn’t thrilled by this, though it wasn’t the first time her mom’s job had moved them. But two years here? That would have her moving again right before her senior year of high school, and who wants to be a new kid for their senior year of high school?

Maybe Amity would end up being nice and she could finish out her schooling here, convince her mom to stay an extra year.

She pulled herself from her thoughts, deciding her break was over and it was time to get more boxes from the van. Had she always owned so much stuff?

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The first two other students she met were a few days later, when she had ventured out to the mall by herself, with her mother’s blessing and her cell phone in hand.

The mall was… not what she’d expected. Something in her just said something was wrong, though it didn’t pinpoint what it was. It was like the beginning of a small muscle cramp, almost entirely ignored except for the nag in the back of her head. As she settled in line at one of the fast food stores, she realized what was wrong.

It was too quiet here. People were everywhere she looked, in crowds, in all ages, walking and chattering excitedly, yet their footsteps were too soft, like walking across carpet. Their voices didn’t echo like they should in a room like this.

An uncomfortable tingling in her fingertips that she shook away. It was just nerves, she was just somewhere new.

“Oh, I don’t think we’ve met before.” Someone said behind her and Jo nearly jumped clear through her skin. She whirled around, willing her heart to calm down. Two girls stood there - a pretty Latina girl and a blonde who was almost as pretty beside her, both with friendly smiles on their faces.

“Oh, uh, hi? I just moved here a few days ago.” Jo said, offering out her hand, which the darker skinned girl shook. A chill sent shivers down her back. Man, was this girl anemic? Her hand was so cold.

“I’m Paulina.” She said in greeting.

“I’m Star!” The blonde added, waving.

“I’m Joanne. Uh, Jo. I prefer Jo, though.”

Paulina tilted her head to the side curiously. It was a move she’d seen for years and it had never unnerved her but Paulina’s head went a little too far, her eyes taking too long between blinks. “It’s nice to meet you, Jo. Will you be attending Casper?”

“Yeah, tenth grade in a few weeks.”

“Oh! You’re in our grade, then!” Star said, grinning. Were human teeth normally that sharp? “Maybe you’ll be a part of the A-List.”

“A-List?”

“The best, prettiest, and most popular of Casper High.” Paulina explained, straightening her head back up. Jo had to resist the urge to swallow nervously. Why were these girls setting her so on edge? They were being perfectly friendly.

Whatever, they had just moved into territory Jo knew how to navigate. Popularity had always been a given for her and she knew how to say the right things. She shrugged, running her fingers boredly through her hair. “Hm, maybe. I just moved into Highland Park, do either of you know the area?”

Paulina smiled, no teeth, but the corners of her mouth went just a little too far up. “Oh, that’s where I’m from! You must have moved into the old Edgewood property.”

“Good guess.” Jo said, smiling back. The three had finished assessing each other and Jo slid in easily - rich and pretty was all it required.

“Oh, no, that’s just the only vacancy in Highland. There’s actually not a lot of available housing in Amity. People don’t leave here.”

That’s definitely a normal thing to say. “Ah, really?”

“Surprising, I know. But… we’re safe here. Protected.” Paulina said, Star nodding sagely beside her.

“Okay then…” Jo said, suddenly at a loss.

“Oh, you haven’t seen our biggest attractions, have you?” Paulina asked, understanding lighting up her eyes.

“What’s the biggest attraction?”

Paulina and Star glanced at each other and giggled. “You’ll know it when you see it. Trust me.”

“Uh. Okay?”

The two girls laughed again. “Here,” Paulina said, pulling a piece of crumpled paper and a pen from her purse, scribbling on it. “My number. Message me and I’ll introduce you to the rest of our group before school starts.”

Joanne took the paper, glancing at Paulina’s neat handwriting and nodding. “Sure, sounds good!”

“See you later, Jo!” Star said, and both girls waved at her. The waves were perfectly synced, each moving in tandem with the other. Again, discomfort in the back of her head. It just seemed… unnatural. But she said nothing of it, waving goodbye to the two.

If that was the popular crowd, she was almost afraid to see weird kids.

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When school started ten days later, Jo had successfully integrated with the A-List, becoming easy friends with the popular kids. They’d hung out several times and - while they still sometimes made the hair on Jo’s arms stand up - she had gotten used to the weird vibe they gave off. Joanne had lived in a lot of places, but the people here continued to give her a sense of wrongness.

“Oh, you never told us about your first encounter with our big attraction.” Paulina said as the group lounged around outside the school before class started.

“What is this attraction? I haven’t really seen anything memorable.” Jo said with a shrug.

“Wow, you’ve been here two weeks and not seen them yet?” Dash said, wonder in his eyes.

“Seen who?”

Dash opened his mouth to answer but Paulina slapped a perfectly manicured hand across his mouth. “You’ll see. They’re seen at school pretty often.”

Jo just rolled her eyes, convinced at this point she was being pranked. What attraction sometimes popped up at a school?

The warning bell rang and they gathered their things, standing up and chatting about nothing again.

A bump against her shoulder sent her books tumbling to the ground.

“Sorry!” A boy said and the feeling of wrongness she’d had since arriving here spiked again, worse than ever before, a knife to the base of her spine. She spun around, suddenly feeling like she shouldn’t have her back to whatever this kid was.

She was surprised to see what looked like a normal teenager, black hair and blue eyes on a tired face. Still, as normal as he looked, something was wrong with him. His eyes were too bright to be real, his hair didn’t seem to be moving the way it should with the wind. He smiled apologetically and too large teeth filled her vision. She jerked back, suddenly convinced he was about to strike like a snake. A hurt look passed across his face, apparently surprised by her intense need to get away.

“Are you okay?” He asked and his voice reminded her of an avalanche, of a boat slamming against an iceberg, each killing anyone who dared be too close.

“Fine.” She squeaked. He eyed her and then bent down, picking up the books she’d dropped as she continued to not move.

“I’m Danny,” he introduced, holding her books out to her. Her instincts snaked into her stomach, her throat, her mind, to not touch him, but she didn’t want to be rude so she grabbed at the stack. Her hand just barely brushed his and fear flooded her every sense, terrified tears coming to her eyes.

Whatever this boy was, it was not human. It was death and decay, it was destruction and damnation.

This time he jerked away from her, worry etched onto his features.

Predator. Her mind whispered to her as her heart beat so fast in terror it caused her pain.

“I’m gonna go now…” Danny said, turning and walking away.

Joanne did not stop staring at him as he left, frequently turning and glancing at her in confusion.

That was when she noticed the fact his chest was still. She did not see the rise and fall of breath, of life.

What was he?

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The answer would come in second period, when a metal man crashed through the wall, locked in tense combat with a white haired boy.

When the chill she’d felt earlier returned, when the feeling of imminent death struck her like a hammer and she screamed.

When ghosts were explained to her.

When she realized Danny Fenton was a dead teenager and the others around her… they had to be toeing the line between life and death, with their too sharp teeth and too wide smiles, with their soft footsteps and the way their voices refused to echo.

Was anyone in this city fully alive anymore?

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Joanne had no way of knowing that, no, they weren’t, death had touched all of Amity Park, the entire city too close to the veil but still far enough away.

Had no way of knowing the second she’d stepped out of that moving van, that death was infecting her too, that she’d never be able to leave without growing ill without the ectoplasm sustaining her living death, if she could even bring herself to try to leave, the air addictive.

No one in the city was fully alive, not anymore, not since the Fentons had punched a hole in reality. And she had lost her own claim to that idea - of being fully alive - the second the ectoplasm entered her lungs.

This was Amity Park’s normal.

This was her new normal.

Even if anyone from the outside could now tell she was a little bit wrong, too. A little too predatory, a little too quiet.

A little too dead.

#danny phantom #grace writes #dannymay2023 #Day 22 #Cryptid au #This one went so far into left field tbh #It is still within the cryptid au but just barely #amity park

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baka-bakeneko · 1 year

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Streets - River Ward x Fem! V Reader [NSFW]

I found it hard to find someone like you.

tags: strip tease, shower tease, shower sex, voyeurism (thanks Johnny and River), grinding, fingering, oral sex (V receiving), cuck (Johnny, sorry), exhibitionism (nightclub grinding, feeling up), (private) public sex, lick the bowl, multiple orgasms, hint to dacryphilia, obsession/possessive kink, want it once gotta have it twice

word count: 5.2 k

synopsis: River has a brand new case and needs to start scoping out a new nightclub for his mark. But he's also invited V, so he's going full horny gonk brain.

a/n: y'all remember that doja cat video for her song 'Streets'? This is that entire vibe, it's all in the way River goes. Also my brain is on full River Ward rot, I'm sorry Takemura, i'll make it back to you.

River was done getting ready. Unfortunately, he'd been ready for the forty-five minutes it took for you to ready yourself out of bed, clean your nicest outfit and now you were in the shower.

Not that River was complaining, he'd taken the time to thumb through the file of his latest mark and while your off-pitch singing was entertaining, he was content with the studious silence that came with the closed door.

Thanks to Johnny, and Viktor to some extent, you recently got into some serious old school music. Obviously nothing compared to what was popular now, but there was something about some serious R&B.

And not to be a flair for dramatics, but River's shower was a perfect area for mental music videos. The ambient lighting he recently put in helped with the foggy glass door. You turned up your music another notch, running your hands through your hair. Thankfully, Johnny knew when to give his space.

You swayed your hips in rhythm, feeling the rivulets of warm water run down your back. Screw going out, being in here was just as good as sleep. Or sex.

River flipped through his pages for a third time, attempting to wedge anymore knowledge of his mark before finally deciding to cut your shower time short.

"V," River called, standing up from his bed and setting down his file. "Let's try and wrap it up? We were supposed to be on the road almost an hour ago."

He continued down the hallway, holding his hand out for the door to pneumatically slide open. You glanced over your shoulder, through the fogged glass to River stood in the doorway.

You used your finger to trace a heart around your sturdy boyfriend before you.

"V," River said, his voice softening a meter. "Come on."

You pulled your finger back and lined your fingernail between your teeth. With another tilt of your hips, you turned around then ran your hands down your sides.

River cocked his jaw, interested, and leaned against the doorway with crossed arms. "We don't have time for this."

You shook your hair out, turning around again to rest your hands against the glass. You kissed in the middle of the heart, then dropped down, bowing your knees. Then you were were crawling on the shower floor, accentuating the curve of your back. The dark red lights clung to your curves, easing through the steam to add a flair to the performance.

River's eyes were trained on you, shifting from the door and into the bathroom. The door slid shut behind him; River stepped a bit closer towards the shower, curiosity steering ship.

You rolled your shoulders back, pulling yourself up to your knees to River in the open doorway of the shower stall. With a wet hand, you reached out for his thigh and ran it up to grip at his waistband.

"V, please," River tried, stepping into the shower as your hand tugged harder at his clothes.

You glanced up at him, running your other wet hand along your body before sliding it between your hips to touch yourself. River grimaced, tilting his head back to soak in some steam.

You undid his pants, resting your wet hands to his skin, staring up at RIver. "Join me."

River couldn't resist the call to action, obviously swearing that he was going to be extra late trying to catch his mark. Hopefully they were known for being fashionably late because River was not going to pass up the opportunity.

"Oh, you're in trouble now," he sneered playfully, pulling off his shirt then hastily dropping his pants to the wet shower floor; River tossed his clothes out of the stall then rushed to grab you up, holding your slick body against his as he walked into the shower.

He tilted his head back at the warm stream on his face, hoisting you up on his hip before moving you just right on his waist. River stared down your body pressed against his, attempting to ignore your wet lips now parting to slosh your tongue in his ear.

"Fuuck," he drew out, only getting harder feeling your wet ass jiggle just over him. "Fuck V."

You trilled, curling your arms around his neck and sensually running your fingers across his skin, wetting him up and driving him nuts. Over his shoulder, you watched Johnny glitch into existence, perched on the bathroom sink.

"A real steam tease. Where's my eddies when I need them?" He quipped, pulling his comfort cigarette to his lips.

River pressed you to the cold shower wall, sliding his hands over your slick thighs before glancing down at his cock weeping to be inside you.

You grinned at him, taking your fingers back over your body, down your collarbone between your breasts and down to your waist; you spread yourself open for him, your eyes downturned with a sudden pout.

You were wet for him, well that was an understatement.

"Let's not waste time, Riv," you taunted, drawing your middle finger over your clit and tilting your head back to accentuate the delectable curve of your neck.

River growled, suddenly a man parched, and lapped at the water that slipped down your neck and between your breasts, lining his cock to your entrance and sinking inside.

You gasped, curling your arm around him tighter as you adjusted to his girth, a perfect fit. Melded together, wet and pliable. River massaged at your thighs, holding you a bit harder to the wall to adjust himself.

Shower sex always did prove difficult in the grand scheme of things. Still, River did his best to hold your hips and ease out of your dripping pussy, earning a long drawn groan shared before your parted lips.

How River's lips could make falling water look so hot, it was beyond you, but you felt an urge to drink him whole. You caught his lips in a kiss, sopping up the water that moistened his lips and pooling more between you.

To be dirty and clean at the same time was something to put extra effort in. You rolled your hips after River's hot cock, urging him to come back right where he was meant to.

With a groan into your mouth, his tongue licking its way in, River followed your silent order and began thrusting like he was trying to find oil.

But he was straight striking gold.

"That's some preem pussy you got there, V," Johnny called out though you were effectively pushing your parasitic friend to the way back, like hiding him in a cupboard. "Give 'im something to write home about."

You melted into River's hold, not holding back on how good he was actually hitting it. Your hand crossed on his shoulder tightened, your knees vicing on his waist to get him to slow down.

The heat from the shower congealed in the air, making your breaths short and fueling the euphoric fire that began growing in your back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you panted into his mouth, egging him to keep going.

You were already chasing a high, though your squeezing walls were bringing River to his edge as well. "Get there, V, come on. Get there."

You followed his orders, your brow creasing as your breath began to shorten further. River's eyes lulled, watching your chest heave against his until you were caught tight, squeezing further on his cock and coming in an instant.

Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, catching a few drips from the shower before kissing him again. You moaned egregiously in his mouth, riding his thrusts until River met his tide.

He stuttered into you, his heavy thrusts dully pumping into you before stopping, firmly planted inside of you and coming. You felt your own slickness mix with the water on your inside thighs, adding a new layer of filth to you from being clean.

And your eyes rolled at the healthy amount of River that was now shooting into you. He pulled away from your lips, peppering your shoulder with kisses as he relished in your gripping walls.

He waited a long moment, giving your skin more appreciation with his lips before he snapped himself back into work River.

"We gotta go," River groaned, lining his nose against yours. "We've got work to do."

You smiled innocently, "Let's get to it then."

River helped you into his truck after cleaning up and getting dressed again, almost an hour behind schedule. But those extra fifteen minutes at the end were worth it. Not only did you two have fun in the shower, you were in such a saucy, boiled mood afterwards that you teased River again.

A reverse strip tease, putting on clothes, if you could call your dress clothes, and grinding against him when you could.

River hid a pleased roll of his eyes, remembering it all again now as you sat down in the passenger seat, closing your knees again and tugging your dress down your thighs. Shutting the door for you, River bit at his knuckles then rounded the front of the truck.

He had to focus, this was a recon mission that required all of his attention. And yours too. You were good in your merc work when you were free of distractions. But on two sides of the same coin, River was a distraction.

A delicious distraction, but a distraction from the goal nonetheless. And you were sure he could say the same to you.

He climbed into the truck, starting it upon adjusting in his seat. With a glance over to you, he pulled out of the driveway and began towards the nightclub. He hoped that his mark was more than fashionably late now.

River held his hand out for you to take, bringing your hand to his lips in an appreciative kiss. "Thank you, V, for doing this with me."

You smiled, shrugged a shoulder. "Always willing to help, River."

He offered a hum in response, pulling his eyes from the road to take in your outfit. "You look really good in that."

"Really?" You were taken aback by his compliment. "Thanks babe, I got this in Japantown."

He nodded, looking at you again and piecing together more of your outfit with each passing glance. It was a spaghetti strap dress with a deep V down between your breasts.

A bit of drool pooled in River's mouth, recognizing your dress as his favorite color: red, at his favorite length to make your legs look a beautiful mile long. To make your thighs look like a goddamn present.

River's hand slipped over the center console, tenderly caressing your elbow and down to your thigh before sinking his rough fingers on the inside of your supple skin.

"Eyes on the road, mister," you teased, not stopping River's wandering hand as it inched up under your dress.

You felt like a new rush, letting your boyfriend get further under dress before his curious fingers tickled your clit.

River's eyebrows shot up to his hairline, yoyoing a gulp in his throat. "Without panties, V? You're killing me."

You pressed your cheek to your shoulder with a flirty flutter of your eyelashes. "Panty lines were not part of the outfit, Riv."

He hid a frustrated groan as you held your hand over his, guiding his middle finger into your pussy. River's cock was truly fighting against his tight jeans now, driving an ache through his body at the thought of being inside you again.

You shrugged a strap of your dress down, freeing your hardened nipple to full view. River's foot took hold of his excitement, pumping a little more acceleration into the truck and jerking forward almost prematurely.

You giggled, taking your other hand to roll your nipple between your fingers. You angled your hips out, letting River sink his finger further into you.

"God...dammit," he growled, wringing the steering wheel while his eyes fought to stay on you. At least take in more of you.

River was getting to a very different track in his mind, already chastising himself for bringing his sweet distraction. All he was doing was tempting himself.

His eyes scanned the rest of the road as you two were readying to veer onto the highway. River saw an opportune empty stretch of dirt just under the ramp and pulled his truck off of the road.

Putting the car in park, River climbed over the center console and expertly pulled the passenger seat back to wedge himself between your legs.

"River," you mewed as he drew his finger out then back in slowly.

River pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh, then the other, switching back and forth in a zig-zag pattern before carefully catching your dress on the top of his head.

You giggled softly, pulling your dress further up to allow him more access. River rested his chin on the edge of the leather seat, staring at your pussy as if seeing a new haven.

He withdrew his finger in awe, pulling a trail of wetness along with a trace of his housed cum still inside you. River's eyes flicked up at you, almost imagining you as the sudden mother of his children.

But that'd have to be another day. He teased his tongue out at your clit, using his free hand to drape your leg over his shoulder.

You stared down at him, silent but panting again, ready to be taken by this insatiable man. You folded the back of your hand to your mouth, holding back an unearned moan before crying out at his lips closing around your clit and suckling at it.

You saw stars, raising your hand from your nipple to hold the back of his shaved head. You tilted your head back to the cabin, allowing him to sink his middle finger back into you before adding his index finger.

"River, shit, we're gonna be late," you whined, your other leg perching on his thigh and your ankle twitching.

River grumbled against your clit as your platform heel brushed against his steel cock in his pants. He was about to explode if you didn't first.

You were hot and cold all at once, gasping at all the stimulation you were receiving before you felt your body twitch involuntarily. You came quickly on River's fingers, on his face, soaking his chin and throat with wetness.

You seized in the passenger seat, your fingers on River's head twitching while you stretched your body out and tried to roll out of his hold. You were loud in the cabin, a breathy, nasty moan echoing against the glass and making music to River's ears.

River glanced up your body at you, earning your sultry cum-glazed stare back at him. Maybe now you'd both behave a bit better, after just a little bit more release.

He folded his tongue up, resting your abused clit against it for you to see. Your eyes rolled at the vulgar scene, feeling yourself coming again from the sight. Your pussy pulsed as River's fingers pulled from its wake, leaving you a chilled, sloppy mess.

"On to business," River growled, climbing up to you and kissing your lips, allowing you to taste yourself.

You caught your breath after his lips left you, licking your lips to savor the wet from him. Johnny materialized in the backseat as you waded your dress to its full length, adjusting your dress strap again.

"Damn V, what're you doing to him? This man's a dog, right now." Johnny leaned forward to stare at River while he pulled himself together again. "You've got this cop lapping out of your cunt as we speak."

You rolled your eyes at Johnny, reaching across the console to grab the back of River's neck. You pet carefully, circling your fingers along his shadowed hairline.

"You okay, baby?" you asked, leaning forward again to kiss his cheek.

River hummed in response, eventually turning and catching your lips again. "I'm fine, V."

Your hand drifted down from River's neck, petting the fur of his signature jacket before snaking your hand under it to his shoulder. "Why don't we just go home? Make some dinner?"

River grinned then, staring down at you. "Trynna get me all by yourself? Not 'till the work's done."

"This dog's not only ragged, but he's still with a goddamn bone. Just when I thought I could find solace with the cop."

You sneered carefully over River's shoulder and whispered a response to Johnny: "What, with your proclivity for pussy?"

"You know it, princess." Johnny sat back, crossing his legs and stretching across the backseat.

River kept in mind that he would never cross you. Not that he would, you were getting wormed into his heart and hurting you would only hurt himself. However, if by any small chance he fucked up, River would not want to be on your bad side.

The way you carried yourself into the club was something more than a threat. You were like a flame with legs, your dress slinking on your body with each movement you made.

He was surely going to make your night when you two got home. River was imagining it now, carefully peeling your dress to the floor but urging you to keep your heels on while he fucked you so thoroughly that you wouldn't be able to roll over afterwards.

He gulped, blinking out of his thoughts and trailing close behind you before catching up and draping his arm over your shoulders. River was still hard from mouth-and-finger-fucking you in the truck but he hid it with a shift of his waist and folding his hand in his pocket over his crotch.

"You're killing me, V," River whispered directly into your ear, straightening up to look around the crowded nightclub.

"Focus, River," you urged, scanning the same floor for his mark.

River pulled back from you. "Part for recon, circle the floor, find him, meet me at the circle booth."

You nodded, pulling away from River to saunter through the dance floor, offering a few sways of your hips in effort to blend in. River did the opposite, stopping by the bar to lean against it and order two drinks while his eyes stayed in the air.

You scanned at the area, catching onto the security camera. With a quick hack, you took control of the camera and double scanned the floor, then managed to shut it down.

River stood upright after paying for the drinks, grabbing both glasses and making his way back to you. Meeting in front of the booth, River offered a glass to you, held his hand out for you to sit then scooted in after you.

"Anything?" he asked, draping his arm over the back of the booth seat, placing his glass on the table before carefully swishing it about.

You shook your head, glancing over his shoulder then returning your attention to him. "I think we might've missed your mark, baby."

River hid a deep groan, disguising it with turning away. He wanted to wait a bit longer, just to be sure. "Let's just sit tight a bit."

"Sure, Riv. I'm following your lead." You carefully ran your hand along River's thigh, purposefully avoiding riling the man up again.

River raised a brow at your hand, then at you. "Would you like to dance?"

You nodded, taking a long sip of your drink before pressing to River to urge him out. "Come on."

River slid out of the booth, allowing you out. You grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor, making a bubble big enough for the two of you.

He held his hand holding yours over your head, twirling you slightly before you pressed your back to his front. Even in heels, you were still towered by River. Your back was plastered close to his chest, his shoulder just behind your head.

Carefully, he rested his hands to your hips, attempting to hold you just far enough from his waist while keeping his attention around the room. With a glance up at him, you wiggled a bit closer and felt River's hardened stud in his pants.

You gulped, your eyes fluttering at the feeling of him. How he slotted down your back, resting firmly against your ass. You hid a groan, leaning further into River, guiding his hands up and down your body to acknowledge you once again.

River glanced down, catching onto your lengthened neck then down to see under your dress. He turned away, but couldn't help a second glance, pulling you a bit closer.

River teased his middle finger up the middle of your body, dragged it back down and caught onto the deep neckline of your dress. "God, you are addicting."

You smirked up at him, moving to the transcendental thrum of the music. "I love you too."

River smiled, turning to rest his lips to your temple. "I do love you, V. But right now I wanna fuck you 'til you can't stand," he breathed deeply into your ear, his voice a whole octave below the music and pulling a deep chill through your body.

Your knees faltered an inch, making you drop further into River and earning his hands a bit firmer against your thighs. "I want to do it right here, on the dance floor."

You gulped, your pussy quaking at the utterance of his intrusive thought. "River..." you groaned, wedging your hand between your ass and his hot crotch.

River hissed, drawing his head back to look at the ceiling. Your hand started massaging at his cock through his pants, feeling along the zipper it was pressed against and up to feel his tip now nested near his front pocket.

"V, fuck, please," River begged softly into your ear, attempting to grind you against him for a bit more relief. "Let's go back to the truck."

"What about your mark?" You asked, entranced by the lights and River, feeling a new sense of high.

"Fuck 'im, I can catch him another night," River tried, shaking his head at the thought of a deadline. "Maybe without my girl next time."

"You're missing out. You need the best merc on the job," you said with a grin.

River was in your ear again. "She's alright, she's a huge fucking distraction. All I want to do is be all over her."

You backed further into River, pressing your hand tighter to his cock. "I'm sure she wants the same from you."

River was never one to turn down an open opportunity; he grabbed your hand and made his way to the back of the nightclub to one of the open champagne rooms.

The lights were a mixture of purple-blue, a leather rounded couch circling a brass stripper pole. River nodded you inside, closing the pneumatic door behind him and locking it with a swipe of his thumb.

You managed to sit casually on the stage of the stripper pole, antsy in hips as your hands held the edge of the stage and squeezed your body in tight.

River shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of the couch, leaned over it to clasp his hands and stare at you. He narrowed his eyes, licked his lips as his eyes dragged down your body in a silent mapping.

Your breath hitched, feeling River's eyes drag over your skin as if it were his goddamn tongue. You slowly parted your legs to let your boyfriend get a good look.

River drew in his bottom lip in a hiss, rounding the couch to sit down. He glanced around the room to see the remote camera in the corner.

"V," he nodded in the direction of the camera.

You did as you were silently told to, shutting off the camera before pulling yourself up on the stage and standing. You stood in front of the pole, watched carefully as River undid his belt and pants; he unfurled his hardened cock from his pants, almost reddened at the tip.

He tilted his head back, allowing his cock to stand attention as he draped his arms over the back of the couch. "Valerie, come fuck me."

You felt a distinct trickle start down your leg, already inviting River to come. Your knees held a wobble, remembering how you couldn't stay standing after fucking in the shower.

With a large step, you came down from the stage and slipped your dress from your shoulders. It slinked down to the floor in a heap which you stepped out of.

River held his breath, staring at your naked body towering in black strappy heels. It was just as sexy as wearing your dress. He brought his fingers to your hip, petting soft circles that you felt were the biggest tease of the night.

He dropped his fingers to your clit, rubbing in rough circles that caused you keen at the ceiling. River's cock twitched at the sound, leaking pre-cum at the sight.

Your breasts heaved as his fingers finally stopped; his hand gripped at the back of your knee and pulled you onto his lap, immediately caressing his cock to your entrance.

"You're so quiet," River whispered as your other knee followed suit outside of his waist. "Where's that confident V?"

You shook your head, already driving that thought to the back. You were all over him in an instant, crossing your arms behind his neck and talking against his lips.

"I don't wanna talk, I want to fuck," you whispered against him. Your breasts pressed to his chest as your pussy slicked against his cock.

River agreed, his hands guiding up to your hips and holding onto them, letting you take the lead. You backed up on his cock, allowing his tip to pop into your entrance until you sank down on him.

The two of you almost collapsed at the collided feeling, almost euphoric to another level. River hid a grimace, already fighting to come inside.

You wiggled your hips forward, feeling his tip ring at your g-spot. "River..."

River nodded, holding your hips then caressing down to your ass, massaging at the flesh. You curled into him, unable to hide your excitement from his touch.

You were suddenly needy for all of River, pressing into him like the two of you would coalesce better than you and Johnny. Not that you would truly want to because you'd miss this feeling.

River shifted you impossibly close, slowly easing you up on his cock then back down and earning a pitchy moan from you.

"I love being inside you," River offered back against your lips; you nodded to his statement, shifting your hips once to agree.

He eased you up and down again, soft bounces against his thighs until he finally came inside you and chastised himself for not holding out.

You were still enjoying yourself and River wasn't done with you either. He turned you around on his hips, dragging you to the floor with your ass firmly against his thighs.

He was then a full dog in heat. River pulled off his shirt, peeling his pants further down his thighs to press his skin to yours.

He leaned over you, peppering your shoulders as his hand reached around to your clit. "Come on, V, make it creamy for me."

Your knees melted apart at the order, wanting to come on his hot cock while the orgasm began to war on your lower back. You wanted to cry out River's name, catching your breath in gulps while his cock now leisurely pumped into you.

"V," he sang into your ear, your chest heaving as if you were about to cry. "I want to make that pussy feel good, baby."

You arched your back into him, wanting to roll on the dirty ground with him. Instead you came so hard between his fingers and cock, your body bowing away from him to lock and shake from the heat.

River praised you softly, trailing his lips down your spine before softly pulling out. You felt the strength in your body leave when River left you.

Your knees buckled like a fawn's, holding your hips up to the cool air as River's cum slugged out of you. Your peace was short lived, however, as River took grip of the back of your thigh and turned you on your back, on the floor.

"You are so beautiful," River said with a gasp of awe, leaning over you to tenderly kiss your cheeks. "I'm sorry to make you cry."

You furrowed your brows at River, raising up on your elbows to follow him off of you. "What do you mea--"

It was realized too late when River's mouth clamped over your clit. You saw stars yet again, this time a full fledged galaxy as you tried to worm out of River's now clasping arms around your waist, his hands holding your leaking pussy open while he gulped at your clit.

River's name on your lips then could not be helped. It was a vulgar utterance, like his entire title was a curse word and blessing at once. Your hands went for your breasts, staring down at River planted firmly between your slick thighs.

You watched as he licked away from your clit, offered lining of your lips before returning to obliterate the sensitive nerves in your nub.

The words you said then were not meant to be hurtful, trying to stave off the electric coiling that was whipping up in your body. "Fuuuck you River, fuuuuck you."

The pain definitely tucked behind the pleasure, all of your body stung and spent though River was huffing and humming and licking.

Your knees bucked up, ready to squeeze River's perfect head away for the feeling to finally stop but it backfired and you were keening to the ceiling, your back arching with electric whips. Your ankles kicked out over River's broad back, your body actually deflating with the amount of energy you lost. Your eyes welled up with mist, hating and loving everything you felt at the moment.

River dropped your hips then, pulled himself off of you and leaned over to kiss you. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," he repeated soothingly, his hands carefully petting your hips.

You shook your head, your face a lemon of defeatedness and euphoria. "Be lucky I love you."

River grinned softly, kissing your cheek then neck and shoulder.

Getting dressed again was a whirlwind, attempting to step into your dress while your knees were definitely recalibrating. River watched the spectacle from the couch, already dressed and clean to the best of his ability. Your wetness was not something to be played off so simply, leaving a large spot directly over his zipper.

It chafed against his cock and he was almost ready to go again. When you finally managed enough stability to walk out, River draped his coat over your shoulders then followed you out.

As the two of you started for the front door, you noticed a familiar man slide in past security. You glanced up at River, silently asking him if that was who he thought it was.

"Yeah, I see him," River said, redirecting you to sit back in the circular booth you occupied previously. "It's gonna be a long night, V."

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platinumrosetail · 1 year

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I have a request for you! A Lackadaisy x Pokemon request!

Basically a Espeon!Reader falls into the Lackadaisy universe, let's say during the pilot episode? She has no clue what's going on, but seeing how Rocky, Freckle, and Ivy were in trouble, she uses her psyhic powers to save them and escapes with them. Her actions, along with her exotic looks, ends up catching the attention of a certain glasses wearing black cat called Mordecai.

Lackadaisy is a new fandom that I got in to so I hope I be getting requests for it. Me and the requester talked and we decided to add some things to it so the extra things that weren’t in the request is from us chatting and making sure we got everything all good, just wanted to say that to clear up any confusion you might have! 😁

The requester had also inform me that mordecai is asexual but for this he can be any sexuality as there are many, I know there might be some people not liking when other people change the sexuality of a character and I’m sorry for that but I like modecai romantically and so I made it a au where he has a different sexuality, if you don’t like that then you can leave, plus this is fanfiction so there would most likely be au in some if not most along with how how fanfiction will most likely have different dialogs with the reader, oc, or when someone ships a character with another character and need a way to get them in love with one another so please don’t post hate on this as you can leave it alone if you don’t like it, thank you.

I also don’t know some of the characters accents so i hope i do a acceptable job on it from what i could hear in the pilot and comics, i also don’t know the slang that are from the 1920’s times but I’m hoping to go do some research and hopefully make this come out as almost accurate to the times it’s set place, s wish me luck 😅, though, of course when I do use them it’ll be for the lackadaisy characters that are involved, the reader will most likely have a bit more modern type of outlook as she will be born in the modern times of the Pokémon games we know of.

Warning: noob author, female reader, gang fights, violence, au, and others.

Characters: mordecai, zib, Viktor, nico, one-sided!asa sweet.

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You were just walking down the path to your den after visiting your sisters, who’re the other 8 eevee evolution sept for the youngest who is still an eevee named eve, you decided to take a detour to get to a field that had some beautiful flowers and tasty berries that you can grab for some dinner.

You guess you weren’t paying attention to the ground as you tripped and fallen into the neck length tall grass and tumbled down which made you dizzy.

When you got back up on your feet and noticed how far away the ground is and that the grass doesn’t come to your neck like it usually does when you come here, some occasions a herd of herbivore pokemon would com in and shorten the grass but you know that you didn’t tumble down for that to happen so fast.

You looked down at your paws to only see them more human-like but still have paw like features like claws that seem to not want to retract.

You also have on clothes like a human would, the type of clothes is (c/c) (choice/of/clothes) that is of a past time period, how you know this is because you had came across on one of your adventure to the human territory that is known as cities/towns.

You heard muffled voices behind you which made you look and see through the tree line and see two feline beings that didn’t look like any pokemon you know, one did seem to have a arginine like pattern on their form, the other seemed to have dark fur, at least as dark as a kitten but with out the red details.

You’re guessing that this is a cemetery with how the two seemed to be digging up a coffin from a grave with how many tombstones there is laced out.

You heard a sudden voice which made you jump in surprise as you didn’t expect there to be a third party with the two though that sudden surprise had made you step on a twig which alerted the two that was on the ground.

The two looked in your direction in a frightened state which made you guilty so you slowly came out in the tree line and into the open.

“Sorry to have frightened you, you see, it would seem I’m a bit los-” ……… you had accidentally tripped over what you could guess was a big root.

“What is with me and tripping today~….” You groaned out in embarrassment and defeat at the clumsiness that doesn’t usually come out this frequent, especially around other beings that is watching you.

“Let me help you miss! I’m rocky!! This here is my cousin Calvin but I like to call him freckles and over there is my good friend ivy pepper! What’s your name pretty miss?!” This ‘rocky’ fellow came out of nowhere and introduced himself, his cousin, and his female friend.

“O-oh! Um…. Hello, my name is (Y/n). I’m kinda lost you see and I don’t know where I am or how I can get home from here….” You explained.

“Have no fear dear damsel in distress! We shall help you to beloved abode!”

“ROCKY!” A sudden whisper yell that came from ivy which made both you and rocky look at her in confusion. “If you don’t remember, we’re in a middle of doing something right now!”

“Ahh!~ and we’ll do it after we bring the madame to her home safe as a daisy!”

“I don’t mind waiting until you you get done….. with whatever it was you were doing, I’m not in any rush really.”

“Ok! You can come with us to the little daisy cafe after we’re done! We do need more costumers for miss M so this would be great!” Rocky says upbeat and loud which made the two with him ‘shh’ him.

“What exactly are you doing here? If you don’t mind me asking, maybe I could help you with it.” You questioned them as you haven’t the faintest idea of what their doing here disturbing the dead and hopefully they have a good reason to as you don’t know and don’t want to find out about any ghosts being here like there is in some places as that’s usually where deadly ghost types resides at as it’s their main territory.

“Oh! We’re getting booze from this coffin for the lackadaisy clu-” before he could finish ivy covered his mouth with her hand but you’ve already figured out what their doing with how much he said.

“Lackadaisy club? What’s that?” Ivy sighed and let go of Rocky after you said that already knowing you pieces together the finishing of the word Rocky was about to say.

“It’s a club for allies of little daisy cafe that was founded by atlas may which is now in the hands of his wife after his passing.” Ivy explained while glaring at Rocky for your guessing of giving it away to a complete stranger, aka, you.

“Oh.” Is all you said.

“Well, seeing as you already know this much information, why don’t you join the staff?!”

“You can’t just ask her that, Rocky!” Ivy scolds Rocky.

“Oooh~ what’s the harm? We need more staff for little daisy cafe and lackadaisy, plus she already know what we’re doing here so why not?!” Rocky tries to convince Ivy as both you and the quiet boy who’s name is Calvin look at each other and nervously smile at each other as the other two continue to talk.

“Fine! But don’t drag me and Calvin in with you if you get in trouble for bringing her.” Ivy says while crossing her arms and looking away from Rocky in a mad way.

“Uh, Rocky I think I found-” Rocky came down to where Calvin was interrupting him when he was talking in the process.

“Is that it?” Ivy asks.

“Well, it it isn’t then we’d have an awkward explaining to do to the family of uuuh…. Herman hapfamschfeel?”

You just stayed quiet as you still didn’t fully know what was going on and you also didn’t know how to pronounce that name either so you couldn’t really help at the moment.

(I’m going to speed this along a little right here.)

We are now driving away to save our lives.

The coffin indeed had booze in it and while we were putting the in the container that these three had in their…..car? Whatever they called it back in the day, until one dropped, surprisingly didn’t get destroyed, Rocky and Calvin were trying to find it in the dark until Ivy went and grabbed her flashlight, though some shed of light did come from another car like thing which scared both you and Ivy but the two didn’t notice until you and Ivy yelped and started heading into the car like contraption.

The passenger side car door opened and all of you were now being shot at by whoever got out of that car.

Ivy reversed the car making it go backwards as all four of you panicked as more shots were being fired.

It took a while for Rocky and Calvin to get in but thankfully they got in safely without getting shot.

Ivy was still going in reverse which ended the car close to the water of a not so deep pond.

Ivy was able to turn the car around to the correct way and started driving on the dirt path that was under the bridge before gassing it.

The door to the back was still opened with Calvin hanging onto it though Rocky was able to drag him in and shut the door in the process which made you breath a sigh of relief.

You were still processing all that’s happening so you don’t notice what was going on in back sit with Rocky and Calvin.

Though you tuned back in when Rocky was holding on to the case that had the booze in it.

“What’s going on back there?!” Both you and Ivy asks in worry.

You hear gun shots which made you look back to see Calvin shooting at the car that was attacking you guys.

“I’m going to help them.” You said as you try and get yourself in the backseat.

“What?! Are you crazy?!” Ivy yells but you continue on.

You help Rocky get back in and he turned Calvin to the back door window.

“Breaks!” Ivy hit the breaks as she was told as you hold on to something.

Calvin continues to shoot at the car following you guys as it’s now on the side of the car you’re all in.

Calvin had shot one of their tires which made them get off the road though you saw one of them get out of it.

You get on top of the roof of the car so you can have more room. Hopefully the stores of psychic power you have would be enough to distract them from following you further and would work still in the night even if it’s a little.

You decided to use psybeam as it results in confusion so maybe it will do the same to them even though their not a Pokémon.

Mordecai, the one who got out of his and his colleagues car watch as one of the cats get out of the car he and his colleagues were following wondering what the cat was going to do but was shocked to see a pink beam come out of what would be the cat’s forehead.

Once the beam hit it brought him in confusion and dizziness.

You quickly got back in as Rocky got Ivy to turn left into…. Somewhere, the car crashed into some kind of warehouse that was most likely used for work.

Rocky got out of the car as you make sure Calvin and Ivy were ok and not hurt…. As much.

You watch in confusion and worry as Rocky got up and started laughing for whatever reason you didn’t know before swinging open a door that was apart of the warehouse and exit out of it.

You got out of the care with careful steps as you hadn’t processed what was going on still and only did what you could think of which was sit and calm your breathing and rushing heart so you could focus more on what’s happening and what might happen next and to process all that’s already happened, and while doing that Ivy and Calvin talked which you haven’t focused on yet until Calvin said something about the engine compartment of the car which was making smoke.

You sadly couldn’t help much as you don’t know how to fix anything like a vehicle and you don’t have the moves or typing for it.

You look around for something that might help y’all.

(I’m going to speed things along again as it’s already pretty long and I still need to do get some more stuff typed in for the request.)

Calvin had gone out to throw them away as you and Ivy stayed with the car.

Ivy had spotted a shadow of someone coming closer to where you two were which made you go to the door which had another person in y’all’s path.

“Well, hi cutie.” The guy complimented while greeting which made you blush as you don’t get complimented much but quickly brought back to shut the door with Ivy and hid underneath the car.

The two are now right next to the car as you two try to stay quiet, the female of the two said something that sounded almost kalosian.

Explosions were heard which brought the two’s attention onto that thankfully.

Calvin had found you two as what you could guess Rocky was setting the explosions; you held the two close so as to protect them from any possible sneak attacks that might happen.

Ivy asked what happened as you and her helped hold Calvin up as he held his head which made you focus on the wound you notice he has.

He just said his cousin name as the cat in question passed by laughing like a maniac.

“Here let me help with that wound of yours.” You gestured calvin to get a little closer so you can see the damage more.

“Don’t freak out at what I’m about to do, ok?” Ivy and calvin looked at you in confusion as you get ready to use morning sun, a move that heals.

a soft glow like it would in the day came and the wound is healed as good as new and like it wasn’t there and didn’t happen

“H-how?” Both question as you just smile softly while saying nothing.

More explosions happened as you and Ivy helped Calvin as he’s still recovering from whatever had happened to him while he was away from you two though when y’all looked up y’all see rushing water coming which made y’all hurry back inside to avoid it and not to get wet.

You three got into the car and exit out of the way y’all came through. Ivy came across a muddy rocky and slowed down so he could get in before driving faster to get out of there.

You and Ivy both look back to see one of the ones after y’all until you two see that he wasn’t aiming to shoot anymore.

All of you finally made it to where these three were originally headed to after they had finished their errand.

You see four cats, three male, one female, you were behind Rocky so they couldn’t see you with his tall form in the way.

You awkwardly waited as the four paid attention to Rocky, Calvin, and Ivy as you didn’t exactly know what to do as you’re mostly used to your family and only ever talked to a stranger is if it was necessary plus you thought it might be rude to interrupt now.

It took a while fire the four to notice you as they were paying attention to the booze and the three you came in with.

“Um, before you two start your jazz, do you mind introducing us to your friend over there?”

You were looking at your shows that came with you when you were transported to this world before looking up at what the man with the blue eyes slicked back…. Fur? Hair? You’re just going to go with hair but anyway you awkwardly wave while smiling nervously before greeting in a small voice feeling anxiety creep up you at the attention being on you.”

“Um, h-hello…”

“Who might you be, sweetie?” The she-cat questioned.

“I’m (Y/n), and I was found by those three while they were doing their errand, you see, I had gotten lost somehow when I was in my favorite field and had tumbled down, and the next thing I knew I was somewhere entirely different and had found them doing the errand which leaded me to joining them, if you’d like for me to leave then I’ll leave, sorry to bother you by the way.

After some more talk and a few hours of getting to know them and showing them that what you’ve said was true by doing some of the moves you had learned as you grew and gotten stronger, you finally have a job at the little daisy cafe and at the lackadaisy club.

One night the two out of three that was there when you first came to this world came and snuck into the lackadaisy club to steal some of their stuff but ended up catching you in the midst of singing as it was apart of your new job there.

You waited tables at both lackadaisy and little daisy while sing at the club, you only knew the songs from your world so that brought in some customers which was great for business.

Though what you and the others didn’t know was that two people that works for the marigold was her to steal things for asa sweet the boss of marigold.

“She sure can sing! And isn’t she also the one with those three?” Nico questioned after looking more close at the she-cat after noticing a sense of familiarity of her.

“Hm, yes, indeed she is a good singer and yes she was there with those lackadaisy, but need I remind you what we’re here for?” Mordecai questioned as he shifted his gaze from you to his colleague, nico, who put his paws up in surrender before the two went and begin what they had came there for.

While you were singing to wick’s guest and other costumers that had came and mordecai was stealing from lackadaisy with nico on the look out it would seem some other people decided to follow and attack the car that destroyed their farm that helps them make alcohol for them to sell, they had attacked victor while rocky went to get some help unloading the automobile.

When you were inform about the situation it was already too late to stop viktor from getting his injury though you hurry and went to him as you may be able to heal him even if it’s just the wound and not the pain that had came with the injury.

You had gotten to where Mitzi, ivy, zip and the band, and the doctor was and began using morning sun to heal viktor, they were all shocked to see what you were doing but kept quiet so you could concentrate on the task at hand, though ivy was less shocked but still shocked as she still couldn’t believe you have powers that could heal and possibly do more with it.

Mitzi was astonished at how you have powers and hoped that you would still stay with them as this could help them save money from having to use the doctor that was there with you all right now and you’d be a good ally than a enemy.

Zip was shocked but not as much as you would think as he thought there might be something about you that you were hiding from them but now understood why as this could have anyone with bad intentions use you for their benefits.

Viktor was woozy and couldn’t focus on a thing sept for the red glowing gem that was on your forehead but when he was back at his home and was able to comprehend what had happened he in his own way said thank you though he also made sure you were alone so no one could her him and even if you told anyone no one but maybe mitzi would believe you.

After that happened plus paying some visits to him with ivy Mitzi had called you to come with her, rocky, and freckles to meet with a friend of her late husband and hers.

You, rocky, and freckles were introduced to as a and the other cat named mordecai who reminds of that cat that didn’t shoot at you and your new friends, you been trying to sneak a few glances at different times.

Asa had creeped you out especially with his flirtatious ways and the way he would look at you which brought the protectiveness of rocky, freckles, and surprisingly Mitzi, she had grown to like you as a sister would and rocky, and freckles grown to like as a older sister would and the same goes for ivy as well.

Mordecai had noticed your glance but didn’t question it as he guessed he understand why you were glancing at him at times as it would seem you recognized him or felt a familiarity from him

(A/n: hope you like it!! I’m sorry that the last bit was kind short, i just wanted to hurry and get it done so the requester could finally see it, reason why it’s took so long is because i procrastinated as i was thinking idea for a possible book for this lovely fandom and also cause i was busy with work and i had went and visited my aunt, plus i was trying to draw a oc inspired by this request because it interested me but sadly i couldn’t get the oc how i wanted yet, but anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

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cant stop thinking about daddy nayeon… i noticed that jihyo got a size kink so may i please request something a long the lines of nahyo bought a new toy that’s the thickest jihyo ever tried (maybe it’s a knotted toy 😳)

but anyways, nayeon is filming the process of preparing jihyo to be able to take the entire toy and when jihyo finally hilts the entire thing, nayeon is praising how pretty jihyo looks stretched around the toy and how proud she is of jihyo being able to take all of it. saying that she’s a dirty girl being all messy and unable to speak coherently

maybe jihyo squirts around the toy or is extra sensitive, up to you or you can totally ignore this. i just needed to share this bc that most recent nahyo post got me 🥵

jihyo is really the number 1 size queen, nobody likes a challenge more than her. based on this fill.

"hyo, talk to me!"

nayeon is nearly whining when she grips jihyo's arm, making the wolf in sheep's clothing that was her girlfriend turn her head around.

jihyo had been a pragmatic and unapproachable to nayeon ever since they've met. later on, nayeon realized that jihyo was only like that to her, and nobody else. to others, jihyo was a total sweetheart, the type of person to share big smiles and light up the room, but nayeon was an exception. and if nayeon was an exception, in her mind, that could only mean that she was special to jihyo. (she wasn't all that wrong.)

after jihyo gave nayeon a chance, an actual chance that was not only corresponding to her flirting but really making things official (and nayeon made sure jihyo wouldn't go back on her decision of becoming her girlfriend by making her sign a fake contract that she quickly wrote down on a napkin), nayeon came to the conclusion that jihyo was not that threatening or unapproachable. jihyo became a soft girlfriend who loved to be in her arms and hear anything silly nayeon had to say, and it really took nayeon by surprise.

it was when they had their first fight that nayeon realized that, despite being adorable, her so called 'babygirl' could look scary at times. it happened mostly when jihyo thought nayeon was being too much and gave her the cold shoulder, or when nayeon fed bbuyo more than what he needs and makes her cat look huge with the amount of canned food nayeon gave him (in her defense, he kept asking for more and she couldn't resist his cuteness because he was just like his owner), or when nayeon didn't stop girls from flirting with her and it made jihyo's blood boil under her skin.

that look of displeasure on jihyo's face was hot, but it was particularly scary and nayeon didn't know if she loved it or if she wanted to hide, afraid that if she said anything jihyo would get even angrier.

"you want us to make a sex tape? is that what you're suggesting?" jihyo asks, her voice low and eyes focusing on the tv nayeon had back in her room. it was smaller than the one at the living room, but it was a perfect setting for when they wanted to cuddle and watch movies.

jihyo didn't look happy to hear what nayeon had to say, but she didn't look unhappy either. she was frowning just like she did when she was angry, and had her arms crossed. unfortunately, nayeon didn't know how to explain what she wanted in a better way.

"i-i'll be away for two weeks, hyo... i just want to have something to remind me of you when i'm touring. i even bought a new toy for us to try out!" nayeon tries to sound serious but it comes out more like a blabber, and jihyo looks at her with a straight face that makes her shiver.

being clearly more mature than her girlfriend, despite their two year age gap where jihyo is the youngest, jihyo thinks about the possible consequences to nayeon's wish.

"aren't you worried about it leaking? what if someone finds the video and posts it online? nayeon, we need to be careful with those things." she says it softly, sighing because suddenly the idea of getting recorded while nayeon went down on her sounded way too appealing.

"i won't have it on my phone!" nayeon is quick to reply. "nor the computer. i bought a camera for this, and the video is staying there. it'll be even less likely to leak, you can trust me on that," she says, then clears her throat, knowing that if she showed jihyo the other item that she'd bought, maybe the younger would change her mind. "wait, i'll show you the toy."

before jihyo gets a say, nayeon gets up from the bed and runs towards her wardrobe, getting a box from there and then placing it on the bed. jihyo gets curious, sitting on her knees as she watches nayeon untie the ribbon on it, in order to open the box.

"i thought about giving it to you as a gift," nayeon says, taking the toy from the box. "it's why it's baby blue! so you'll think of me when i'm not here!"

jihyo wants to slap her own face when she sees nayeon holding a dildo while acting as if that was just a regular gift. nayeon smiled like a cute bunny, and jihyo didn't have the heart to find it ridiculous. instead, she found it precious. it doesn't even look like nayeon is the same person she calls daddy and makes her see stars in bed, but jihyo was used to that contrast already.

"is that a..." jihyo's eyes widens when she realizes there's a bump at the base of the toy. "is that a knot?"

nayeon nods. "it is! i thought you would like to... you know... get knotted by daddy."

instead of slapping nayeon anywhere her hands can reach, because nayeon does sounds ridiculous now, jihyo blushes at the dirty thought of getting that thing inside of her. all of it. it looked bigger than the biggest toy they owned before, and jihyo didn't know if she'd be able to get it in deep enough for the knot to fit, but she was definitely going to give it a try.

if it is a challenge, then jihyo won't say no.

"okay." jihyo says, taking nayeon by surprise when she seemingly agrees to indulge her.

"really, baby? can i record us?" nayeon asks, and if she had a tail it would be wagging fast at that point.

jihyo nods. "okay."

it's all jihyo says, and nayeon takes it as a permission to go get the camera. she places the box somewhere else and sets the camera in a place where it would get the bed in a good angle, where she was sure they would appear clearly and nicely.

as nayeon knew that the new toy was considerably thicker and lengthier than what jihyo was used to taking, and that jihyo always wanted to start with fingers first (it was the better way to stretch and get jihyo wet enough), she helped jihyo take her clothes off and went straight to her favorite place, eagerly placing kisses across the valley of jihyo's breasts.

that was truly what nayeon loved the most. watching as jihyo lost composure and became a person no one but her knew about was delightful in many ways, even more so when the younger was already writhing at the slightest touch on her tits — nayeon found it endearing even, and she couldn't help but get wet with the fact that the same girl who was making her quiver in fear just minutes ago when she looked slightly angry, was now calling her daddy as she sneaked a finger inside of her dripping pussy.

jihyo was stiff at first, she couldn't help but be extremely conscious at the fact that they were being recorded. not only could that video leak, but if nayeon wanted to watch it when she wasn't supposed to and any of her band mates saw jihyo as that whimpering mess, entirely submissive to nayeon (or, as jihyo herself calls, daddy), she'd dig her own grave and bury herself alive.

nayeon seems to notice it and she stops, keeping her finger in jihyo but taking her mouth off her nipple. "relax, babygirl. what's going on? do you want to stop?"

jihyo shakes her head. "it's okay. one more finger, please."

nayeon complies, sliding another finger in her slick entrance, placing a kiss on jihyo's neck. "if you want to stop at any point, tell me and i'll stop recording..."

"no, it's alright. i want to give you something to remind of me when you're away, too. just promise me you won't show it to anybody. and that you'll be careful with that camera." jihyo says while looking into nayeon's eyes. she trusted her, obviously, but she wanted nayeon to give her reassurance.

"of course i promise," nayeon pecks her lips softly. "i'd never let anybody watch my girl getting fucked."

jihyo sighs and pouts. "there you go ruining the moment."

nayeon smiles and kisses her pout before she dives back into her tits. nayeon could never get satisfied, latching on jihyo's nipples hungrily as she thrusts her fingers in and out, feeling proud when jihyo moans and her narrow walls tightens around her fingers, knowing she was doing a great job.

without pulling her fingers out, nayeon inches away from jihyo's breasts, placing gentle kisses over her tummy and then her thighs, then looks up at jihyo as her mouth finally went to where jihyo needed. nayeon was way better than jihyo had originally thought — her ego was too big and jihyo thought she was all bark no bite, but then she found out about how talented nayeon was in bed and everything changed.

jihyo's back arched, closing her eyes tightly when nayeon kisses her just right in her most sensitive spot, she was already too sensitive and they hadn't even gotten the toy yet. all it took was nayeon's command for jihyo to come and the younger's thighs were suddenly trying to close, despite nayeon's head being right there to prevent that from happening.

"there you go, babygirl. did that feel good?" nayeon asks, placing a kiss over jihyo's tummy.

jihyo hums. "more than good." she touches nayeon's face and brings it closer, letting her hands on nayeon's cheeks as she kisses her deeply. "i'm ready now, daddy. give it to me."

nayeon nods, almost eagerly, taking her fingers out and sucking them dry as jihyo watches. she takes the strap, placing the new toy where the dildo should go, and jihyo flushes at the thought of really taking it all. the reality finally hits her and she finds it too big. perhaps her need to win had taken her too far this time, and maybe she should give up. but then she saw nayeon happily lubing it up and she didn't have the heart to tell nayeon that she was chickening out.

jihyo took a deep breath, reminding herself that she was no coward.

"i'll go slow." nayeon reassures, placing the bottle of lube at the nightstand where she could grab easily if needed, although jihyo was wet enough by herself and the amount she'd spread across the shaft should work just fine.

"you better," jihyo hisses, letting nayeon settle between her thighs.

"feisty kitten." nayeon coos. "i should get you ears and a tail when i come back. you'd make a pretty kitty."

nayeon is such a sweet talker that jihyo almost doesn't feel the tip of the toy sliding inside of her. almost, because it's impossible to ignore it when it was that big, and the first reaction she has is to sink her nails in nayeon's shoulders, making the aspiring rockstar whimper at the stinging pain.

"this is too big... i can't," jihyo whines, part of her enjoying the intense stretch, but she also felt pain. nayeon lets jihyo discount the pain on her shoulders, moaning at the way the harness brushes against her own clit, pushing it further in despite jihyo's disbelief in herself. "daddy!"

"it's already halfway in, babygirl. you look so pretty," nayeon inches closer, brushing their lips together before she takes jihyo's lips in hers briefly. "even prettier when stretched around my cock."

the sensation of pain jihyo feels at first becomes more bearable and she starts to enjoy it. nayeon doesn't try to sink deeper, keeping short and slow thrusts that makes jihyo moan huskily against her lips, until she feels jihyo's legs wrapping around her waist as a sign that she should keep going and stuff her more.

"want more," jihyo asks, almost pleads, feeling vulnerable at nayeon's mercy. "think i can take it."

"of course you can. my pretty girl can take anything i give her." nayeon praises, moving her hips forward tentatively and reaching deeper, watching closely as jihyo's eyes start to water. "crybaby."

"faster!" jihyo asks, hands getting lost on nayeon's back.

nayeon doesn't refrain from putting more effort behind her thrusts, she knew just how jihyo liked it — intense and rough. slow and passionate could wait for some other time, because all jihyo wanted was to keep getting more of that shaft inside of her and nayeon complied, loving the way jihyo cried out whenever she pushed in deeper, until jihyo could feel the bump at the base of the shaft prodding at her entrance. the same one she'd seen earlier.

the feeling made her legs tremble, finally acknowledging that she had managed to take the entire shaft inside of her. jihyo even dared to take a look between them, cheeks getting red when she noticed the slight elevation on her tummy. that toy was that thick and jihyo took it proudly.

jihyo started to love the way it stretched her sooner than nayeon would've thought. it was intense and left jihyo breathless, but she kept wanting more. nayeon was evidently more than happy to give her anything she asked, holding jihyo's waist with both hands as she sped up, almost drooling at the sight of her girlfriend's pussy being greedily stretched by the toy, wanting to know what would be jihyo's reaction if she slipped that knot in.

it was certainly tempting and nayeon would love to see her messy girl cry and struggle to take it, but she wouldn't do anything jihyo didn't want. yet it seemed as if jihyo had read nayeon's mind, tapping nayeon's big hands that secured her hips, asking for her attention.

"i want you to push it inside me." jihyo asks, needy and all flushed, making nayeon slow her thrusts down. jihyo whines at the lost of pace, walls clamping around the thick shaft, one of her hands slipping between them so she could rub her swollen clit.

"ask politely." nayeon says, almost growls, feeling as if she was losing her sanity by seeing jihyo trying to fuck herself on the very same shaft she had thought she wouldn't be able to take.

looking up at nayeon with her eyes dark with lust, jihyo licks her lips, knowing exactly what she should say to absolutely break nayeon.

"please knot me, daddy."

"fuck." it's all nayeon says before she takes off, kissing jihyo deeply as she speeds up.

jihyo doesn't have to wait much, gladly, because nayeon forces the knot in soon enough, and it makes her moan loudly.

she cries, her cheeks get wet from the painful stretch but it feels better than anything she'd ever experienced, guiding her into a strong orgasm that makes her sob into nayeon's neck. she stops rubbing her clit and hugs nayeon as she comes down from the edge, nayeon's sweet words muttered close to her ear helping her get back to normal.

"are you alright, hyo?" nayeon asks softly, pressing kisses down jihyo's shoulder.

jihyo lets go of nayeon and lays limp on the bed, regaining her strengths ever so slowly. she can't answer with words, so instead she nods.

"can't even speak, huh?" nayeon coos, moving away so she could gaze at her well done work. "just one time won't be enough, though. it's two weeks that i'll be away. you better get ready, hyo."

jihyo can only shudder when she feels nayeon nibbling at her neck.

#anon #nayeon #jihyo #nahyo #rockstar au #fill #i'm nahyocentric atp

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The Cat, The Sun, and The Moon

Chapter 6

Fnaf fanfic

Sun/Moon x female oc

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, obsessive behavior, angst, bruises, sickness, medication use, mucus mentions, infection, hospitals, delirium

Summary: Tabby’s lungs were weakened in their escape from the fire. When a small cough starts to appear it may signal something much worse than allergies…

Feedback appreciated, 18+. This was getting a bit long so the spice is saved for next chapter!

After the ‘bad day’, Moon was much more reserved. Whatever progress he had made to come out of his shell had seemingly vanished. He took up movie watching much more frequently, to the point Tabby subscribed to a streaming service just for him.

He’d watch, optics dimming to almost black, and with that common scowl he would frequently wear. His responses to Tabby reverted as well, mostly answering her with one word sentences or just not answering all together. Tabby gave him space.

Tabby sat on the edge of the tub, legs within to shave. She only truly needed to shave about half the skin now; even with that fact she didn’t save any time given that extra care had to be taken to avoid the scar tissue that twisted around her legs. Since she shaved with her night shorts on and an old tshirt Sun was allowed to hang out in the bathroom with her.

He was curiously shifting through the toiletries that littered the sink.

The sink was a sore subject between them: it being the epicenter of a previous small fight. Tabby was a messy person, but it was a calculated chaos to her mind. Sun was the opposite, enjoying organization and stacking objects around, that fact Tabby letting go in most of the house. But when it came to her makeup she put her foot down. While she was at work, Sun ‘organized’ the bathroom sink, while also throwing away any outdated products.

Tabby wasn’t amused.

In the wake of that little incident Sun was not allowed to interfere with her sink messes. He was allowed to peruse, just don’t move stuff around.

Sun picked up the bottle of mouthwash, the bright, candy colored liquid within captivating him. He opened the lid, faceplate turning over the top. Outside of detecting smoke or blood, he truly didn’t have a good sense of smell at all, that being replaced with his sense of taste.

He tipped his head back, drinking a swig. As soon as the liquid passed his mouthparts, disappearing into that mystery cavity, he began to make choking and sputtering sounds of displeasure.

“Maybe don’t actually drink that, big guy?” Tabby raised an eyebrow to his antics.

“Why does it burn?” He asked, sitting the bottle down to flap his hands.

“It’s not made to be drank!”

“But it looks so fun and is made for your mouth!” He protested.,

“Just to slosh around a spit out!” She argued, a giggle to her voice, “You don’t actually eat the toothpaste either.”

He frowned, looking almost guilty, making her burst out laughing.

“How many inedible things have you tried in here?!” She snorted.

Sun looked even more like a naughty child, rays dropping as she laughed harder.

He pouted a bit as she finished up, drying off her legs to then add the towel to the overflowing laundry basket.

“I guess I need to do laundry again…” she sighed, hand on her hip.

Sun brightened, asking, “Can I help?”

Tabby took a second to think it over before answering, “Well, it’s still in the apartment…and you have different clothes and stuff now.” She thought, “It should be ok.”

“Yeah!” Sun celebrated.

The laundry machines were located in the apartment’s basement, multiple coin operated machines lining one wall. Tabby pulled Sun down, instructing him to keep his rays fully retracted, before pulling his hood up over his head. It wasn’t perfect, but she was hoping from a distance people would think him just a lanky human.

They carried the large baskets of dirty clothes down to the basement, Sun helping separate them into loads when they got there. Once all three washing machines were going he fiddled with his own hands awkwardly.

Tabby was playing on her phone, oblivious.

“Star?” Sun asked.

“Hm?”

“What do we do now?”

She closed her phone, shrugging, “We gotta wait.”

“You wait here the whole time?” He looked upset.

“I don’t trust my stuff alone here.” She put a hand on her hip, “Do you know what some people would do with my stuff.”

“Take it?” Sun ventured.

“If only just that…” she sighed.

“W-What else would they do?” He asked cautiously.

“There’s men out there that want women’s panties.” She explained, “Especially ones that have been worn before.”

“Why would they want those?”

“It’s a fetish thing.” She whispered back, leaning on the washer.

“…oooooh.” Sun frowned. He was still for a moment fiddling with his hoodie before asking, “How do you know about that?”

“Oh, everybody does.” She waved away the question, smiling nervously.

M: She’s made approximately 586.64$ selling used panties in the past.

S: HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!

M: heeeheeheehee

Sun’s optics narrows at Tabby making her blush deeper.

As the clothes spun around in the dryer, Sun groaned audibly. “This is taking fooooorever!” He whined, faceplate to the sky.

“The joys of laundry.” Tabby sighed, adding wistfully, “Hopefully, one day we can have a real house with our own laundry room.”

Sun tilted his head, “Us there too?”

“Only if you want to.” She smiled.

Sun nodded, feeling warm inside. He suddenly sobered, thinking.

“We agreed to tell each other things right…?” Sun’s voice sounded guarded.

“Yes?” Tabby put her phone down.

“Well…” Sun rubbed his shoulder, looking away.

M: Don’t.

Sun closed his optics, steeling himself. “Moon has been upset for a while.” He finally blurted.

Tabby stood, face concerned.

“He uh…really misses his hat.” Sun explained, “He was very attached to it…something special to him. And…”

“Oh no, his hat!” Tabby suddenly realized. In the chaos after the fire she’d completely forgotten.

“Yea…he’s been a bit on edge about it.” Sun nodded, quickly adding, “That doesn’t excuse the…outburst…but it may have contributed to raised emotions.”

“Well make him a new one!” Tabby announced, “I have so many clothes I never wear, some of them must be the right colors.”

“Really?” Sun’s face brightened, rays spinning.

“Sure!” She smiled back, “Can you sew?”

“I can learn.” Sun nodded, excited, “He will be so happy.”

Sun was sat cross legged on the floor, carefully looking over all the clothes Tabby had dumped on the floor.

“Are you sure, Starlight?” Sun asked worriedly, touching over the pile of clothes before him.

“Yep!” She nodded, “I haven’t worn this stuff in forever…”

“Okay…” Sun gave a little nod back, starting to sift through the pile.

Tabby sat next to him, asking after a moment, “What would he like? We can do anything.”

Sun paused, eyes going far away. She waited patiently as they spoke. Blinking, he came back. “A darker blue base with stars, like before, but if possible he’d like the stars to be metallic.” Sun put a curled finger to his chin, eyes narrowing with concentration, “He’s also a fan of a furred brim.”

“Well I definitely don’t have any real fur but…” Tabby stood, going back to the closet, thinking.

Sun pulled a blue hoodie from the pile, holding it up.

S: This blue alright, Moony?

M: …yes

S: Swell!

“Look!” Tabby announced, spinning round to show them her find. She held a cat eared hat covered in a soft white-grey faux fur. “We can use this for the fur!” She beamed.

“Are you sure?”

“It’s from my scene kid days…” she shrugged, “Moon will get much better use out of it.”

“Thank you!” Sun lit up, adding that to the blue hoodie, “Now we only need the stars and maybe something to line it to give more stability…”

They shifted through the pile, Tabby adding certain things to a box as they went, for donation. Sun found a pair of pants of a more substantial material to use as a lining. As they reached the end, Tabby spired something metallic, pulling free a shirt with shiny gold shelves.

Sun gasped, hands to his face in a showy display of excitement, “That’s perfect!”

“I thought I had some gold stuff somewhere.” She smiled, handing it over.

Over the next few days, during Sun’s allotted free time, he practiced sewing, just on scrap pieces of fabric at first. Being what he was and given that the task was fairly repetitive, he picked up the skill quickly; moving on to cutting out shapes from the chosen clothes.

Moon was more the one to hack into devices or record others without their knowledge; digging his fingers through all the data he could, like a sick hobby. But Sun was also capable of such things, in smaller, more easier to to justify to himself doses.

He particularly excused the small video files he’d collected over the recent weeks. Small clips of Tabitha doing mundane things, mostly. Sun noticed that she would carefully cover most of her legs whenever going out; be it with stockings, thigh high socks or pants. She would only show her legs within the apartment, even though it used to be common for her to wear clothing with exposed legs in the past. So it wasn't her usual attire choice.

It had to be because of the burn scars that now decorated her legs like a patchwork, Sun ventured to guess. She was self conscious about them.

But…

Not here.

His optic followed her as he sewed, noting the contentment she held in his presence. Did she forgo covering up her concerns because of a level of true closeness or was it merely she did not view him to the same standards of a fellow human?

He looked back to his project, thinking.

She refused to get naked in-front of him, seeing that act as being intimate. So by that logic she viewed him as enough of a person to illicit embarrassment from ‘inappropriate’ interactions for their current relationship status.

He hummed a bit.

The fact alone she called their interactions a relationship was good.

He looked up the definition of relationship: the way in which two or more concepts, objects, or people are connected, or the state of being connected…..

People.

The way two people are connected…

M: Think any harder and you’ll blow a fuse…

Moon scoffed in their shared headspace.

S: Well then, give me your illustrious insight.

M: If you still need to think if she cares about us as people you need more help than I am qualified to give.

S: I need a great many things you are not qualified to give.

Sun gave a sharp smile to himself, fingers never slowing in their task.

M: Well then you better stop thinking a hole in our head and do something about it.

S: It's not that easy. Especially not after your little stunt. These things take time.

M: uuugh

S: You aren't even talking to her, making things more difficult for us both…

Moon was silent, retreating back, ashamed.

S: I’ll do what I do best, and clean up after your messes.

Sun hissed in their mind.

“You ok?” Came a worried ask, snapping Sun back to the present.

He blinked his optics, seeing Tabby giving him a look. “Of course, Sunshine!” His voice was just a bit too forced, “Why do you ask?”

“You just looked…off?” She murmured.

“Just concentrating.” He held up the hat a little, wiggling it for emphasis. He shut Moon out silently.

“Okay….” She didn’t sound convinced, “Don’t strain yourself though, ok?”

“The only thing I can strain is my patience.” He smiled, “Don’t worry.”

“Hmmm.” Her eyes narrowed, but she thought it better not to press. Sun could be quite threatening if he wished to be, could get that look about him with an overly enthusiastic smile.

“It’s finished!” Sun announced, holding out the hat to Tabby.

Tabby took it, looking it over. There were a few places where the stitches showed on the stars and the bell was a bit oversized but it made it all the more perfect.

“He’ll love it!” Tabby smiled, trying to hand it back.

“No, no.” Sun tilted his head, a soft smile, “I want you to give it to him…”

“Are you sure?” She looked over it again, thumbs rubbing over the fur rim, “…He hasn’t wanted to talk to me much.”

Sun had been careful to shut Moon out in preparation for the surprise, that fact giving him courage to say more. “No…” Sun’s smile faded, “He wants to talk to you so badly.”

Concern shadowed her, an understanding filling her eyes. She bent forward a bit, tilting her head toward him. Sun mimicked the movement, softly bonking his forehead against hers.

“So will you?” He asked, optics opening. Their eyes were so close. His optics cast a soft glow over her features.

“Yes.” She smiled, face lighting up even more.

Sun’s fans kicked up audibly, making Tabby giggle. He pulled away, embarrassed, Tabby catching a small puff of steam escaping a crack in his exoskeleton.

They didn’t have to wait long, night rapidly approaching. With Sun having shut him out right after their argument, Moon had assumed something was wrong.

His optics blinked worriedly at Tabby as he came online, realizing she was standing right in front of him. His gaze shot around the darkened room to get his bearings, posture anxious.

But Tabby didn’t look cross.

No.

She looked…happy? Excited even?

He loosened the stiffness in his form, tilting his head curiously, first to one side then the other with a ‘click’.

“We have a surprise for you!” Tabby announced, stepping closer.

Moon finally noticed her hands behind her back. His fans kicked up loudly.

Tabby revealed the surprise, holding out a folded fabric bundle.

Moon cautiously took it, moving it about his hands to loosen it open. He froze, optics wide.

A new hat, finished and in his hands.

His fingers felt over the fabric, his movements causing the bell to make sweet tinking sounds.

“Do you like it?” She asked excitedly.

Moon’s thumbs felt over the fabric again, optics blinking up to look at her now. Her smile turned gentle, seeing him trying to swallow back emotion.

Moon carefully lifted the hat, clipping it to the special clamps that kept the hat in place and would allow it to shift with their transitions. The bell gave a soft tink as he situated it to his liking.

He finally looked complete, hands coming back down to worry together. Optics shifted around, awkwardly, unable to look at her.

Tabby bounced a bit, giddy. She surged forward, hugging Moon. Moon froze, his fan kicking up loudly. He looked down, face plate painted in surprise. Tabby squeezed him, face pressed into his chest.

Moon’s hands slowly moved to hug her back, hold melting into something closer as he realized she was genuine.

“…Starlight?” His voice was hardly over a whispering rasp.

“Hm?” She didn’t move.

He made a swallowing sound before speaking, “I…am dangerous..”

Tabby made a snorting sound, looking up without breaking contact. “You and every other man.” She said so matter of fact. There was something hidden and dark woven into the words, it made a pang shoot through Moon’s chest.

He held her a bit tighter.

Moon listened to the pittering of rain on the windows, optics trained on Tabitha’s sleeping form.

He was recording her, like he did most nights, this time it was from a place of growing concern. His sharp toothed smile had fallen, head tilting to the side. With every exhale her breath wheezed from her lips, sounding like a failing voicebox in a way.

M: ….Sun?

S: Yes?

M: She’s wheezing when she breathes.

S: How long has that been happening?

M: For a while…but it’s been getting worse the last three nights. Has she been coughing or anything during your time?

S: A bit, yea.

M: And you think that’s ok??

S: Well no! But I figured it’s from the fire?

M: shit…

S: Don’t.

M: I can say whatever I want now, tightass.

S: You’re so immature.

M: Back to the real issue. I’m sending the recordings of her sleeping from the last few nights to you. When should this be brought up as a problem?

S: She's very adamant about not wanting to see a doctor. I’ll review the tapes and look through our files but we really only have general first aid…

M: uhhhg…

S: ?

M: We are useless…

S: No! I’ll think of something!

M: Sure…

The room was illuminated for a split second, not long enough to elicit a transformation but enough to make the animatronic tense. Rolling thunder followed, making Tabby stir.

“Moon?” Her voice was thick with sleep. The glow of his optics emanated from the corner, stone still.

She’d started to get used to his nightly presence, it spooking her less and less every time.

Lighting cracked outside again, making her jump. When her attention went back to Moon his head was turned 180 degrees, regarding her silently.

Thunder rolled overhead, drawing a wince from her.

“Scared?” His voice rasped.

“I didn’t used to be.” She admitted softly.

Soft clicking was audible as his head smoothly rotated back.

“Little kitten, scared of rain and thunder.” He jeered, smile sharp.

She rolled onto her side, pulling the blankets closer as another crash of thunder rattled the windows. “Come here?” She reached out, voice a soft question.

His smile faltered, blinking at the offered hand. Had he had eyebrows they surely would have been furrowed.

After a moment of stalemate she withdrew her hand in defeat. Feeling foolish as she rolled the opposite way, no longer facing him.

The bed suddenly creaked with added weight, Tabby sitting up, surprised. Moon sat on the edge, watching her. She hadn’t heard him move over the pounding of rain. A smile reached her face, scooting over to give him more room. She patted the space beside her as if he were a cat.

Moon moved slowly, as if the bed itself would break from under him. Ever so carefully, he laid down beside her, still as a board as his faceplate pointed to the ceiling.

Tabby got comfortable, her modest bed putting her along his side. An optic was trained on her, glowing iris tilted to the side as far as it’d go so not to move his head.

She watched him back, cuddling into her blankets.

“Sleep.” He finally instructed, sensing her heartbeat lowering.

Her eyes were growing heavy before he’d spoken, not needing any persuasion.

“Thank you.” She murmured, sleep overtaking her.

He didn’t respond, but remained there until morning.

“Tea?” Tabby questioned, looking down at the hot cup before her.

“Yes!” Sun smiled widely before turning to pack her a lunch for the day.

“But why tea?” She pressed, used to coffee.

“It’s good for you.” Sun answered simply, turning his faceplate only slightly away from his task.

She sipped the hot liquid, grimacing at the herbal taste. Just as it started to sooth her scratching throat a cough rattled through her. Tabby had to quickly sit the cup down, hacking into a paper towel.

Sun watched, concern painted over his features. “Maybe take the day off, Sunshine?” He ventured, “Take it easy?”

She shook her head, catching her breath. Finally able to talk, she argued, “I’m fine, just a little cough.”

Sun made a sound, optics narrowed.

Her face grew stern, pointing at him, “Don’t you scan me!”

His optics narrowed further as she voiced her irritation more loudly.

“Hmmmmm.”

“So what’s so wrong with me Dr. Smartypants?” She asked sarcastically.

“That’s Mr Dr. Smartypants, thank you!” He corrected offendedly, wilting to answer more seriously, “And I don’t…know…”

Tabby snorted, “See, I’m fine.”

“My scans are for general health concerns.” He informed, reaching over to grab the soiled paper towel from the counter. His voice became earnest as he opened the towel, revealing a green sheen to the mucus, “But that color isn’t ‘fine’.”

“Gross.” Tabby grimaced again, pushing him away.

“Mhm.” He huffed, balling up the paper towel before disposing of it.

“I’ll take some allergy meds before I leave.” She shrugged, heading towards the bathroom to finish up.

That night Moon could hear her coughing from her office, face falling with worry. He wandered in, seeing her wrapped up tightly in a blanket.

He padded closer, realizing her desk held a mountain of used tissues and her face was red.

“Sick.” Moon frowned, hand coming up to feel her forehead.

Tabby made an upset sound but didn’t move away from his touch.

Moon’s frown deepened, “Fever.”

She didn’t fight him as he urged her to her feet, leading her to the bedroom. Moon helped her into bed, sitting next to her protectively.

“I don’t work this weekend…I’ll just rest and get better.” Tabby sighed.

Moon didn’t look convinced, standing to leave the room for a moment. He returned with medicine and a glass of water.

He resumed his place beside her, helping her sit up to take the medicine.

She cuddled up beside him, needing extra pillows to keep her head elevated. Moon reached out, brushing away her bangs from her face. Tabby blinked up at him.

“Pretty.” He smiled, voice scratchy, “Pretty Star.”

She gave a weak giggle, “I look so gross right now, I’m sick.” She said the words like facts, but Moon looked at her in full belief of his previous statement.

He ran his fingers through her hair again, smoothing it back, eyes half lidded. “Still pretty.” He murmured.

Tabby feebly smiled, easing into the contact as sleep threatened her. She reached up, taking his hand. Moon froze, optics widening. Tilting her head up a bit, she softly pressed her lips to the back of his hand, still feeling the cracks under the silicone.

Moon’s fans kicked up as she let him go, relaxing into bed. He stayed beside her.

As she fell into a fitful sleep from the coughing Moon filed away the sounds of her breathing: labored, with a strained wheezing sound to follow.

The first day of the weekend, Tabby spent most of it in-front of the computer, hacking into tissues and drinking the many cups of tea Sun would bring. The medicine eventually couldn’t soothe her symptoms, and by the second day she didn’t leave her bed…

“Here, you need to eat.” Sun helped her sit up, carefully placing the tray before her. Tabby blinked down into a hot bowl of soup.

“We didn’t have soup.” She wondered, looking up at him.

“I made it.” He answered gently with a soft smile.

She blew on a spoonful, trying it. Her face brightened as much as her poor state would allow, gushing, “It’s so good!”

Sun continued to smile, sitting on the edge of the bed. There was a tight worry hidden under the smile, eyes betraying him.

He watched her eat, relieved she still had an appetite.

When she couldn’t take another bite, exhaustion taking over again, she lay back on the bed. Sun moved the tray to the floor, shifting back to tuck her in.

Her breathing came out with little wheezes, dark circles under her eyes.

“The soup was so good.” She smiled weakly, trying to look at him. Her eyes were so heavy, “You are getting good at cooking.”

Sun reached out, caressing her cheek, gently moving to smooth back her hair. The touch was loving, soothing Tabby to close her eyes and rest. Sun repeated the movement, his concern finally cracking over his face when she was asleep.

“She’s getting worse…” he whispered.

Moon wasn’t as in practice as Sun with such matters, although neither truly had any direct experience with sickness. He stayed by her side constantly, despite that.

He lowered his temperature in an effort to soothe her fever, causing his systems to slow and become sluggish. Having to enter into a partial rest mode, he lay beside her with a cool hand over her forehead.

The morning brought another issue: she was scheduled to work.

Sun scanned her, seeing her vitals were even lower. There’d be no way she could go in, and he wasn’t even sure if she could even make the call herself. The sickness was starting to cause small bouts of delirium to weed into her.

Sun paced, phone held up to the side of his faceplate, waiting as it rang.

“Yes, Hello.”

“I’m calling for Tabitha Penn…..Yes.”

“She will not be able to come in today…..Yes……Yes, I apologize.”

Sun spoke to the other on the phone, keeping a professional tone:

“She is very ill, and has a high temperature….yes.”

“Who am I?” He echoed the question, mind racing for a moment. He glanced at the bed, Tabby seemingly asleep.

“This,” he lied, “This is her husband….Yes. I apologize again for this inconvenience.”

“Thank you for the understanding.”

“I will…thank you.” He sighed, hanging up the phone.

Sun closed his optics, worry thick in his rigid posture. As he tapped the phone against his faceplate in thought a sound roused him. He blinked, turning back towards the bed.

Tabby smiled weakly to him.

“Hey starlight.” He came to the bedside, kneeling down, “I called work for you, you just rest. Everything is taken care of.”

“You said you were my husband.” Her voice slurred, fever causing slight delirium to fog her mind.

Sun started to apologize but her next words stuck him silent.

“I’m your wife.” She giggled, “That means you like me.”

“I like you.” He nodded, voice soft. He smoothed her hair from her face adding, “And you are very sick.”

“I like you too.” She reached out, taking the sleeve of his hoodie in a weak hold, “You are so nice and funny. I’ll be your wife. It’s ok.”

Sun pet her gently, “You are just sick. You need to rest.” He urged.

She was already nodding off from a mixture of the medication and his soothing touch, murmuring, “Even when I’m not sick.”

“Hm?”

“I’ll love you.” She whispered.

Sun’s hand froze, optics widening. Tabby was out, wheezing breathing deepening.

She’s just sick….

He told himself, leaning forward to softly press the mouth of his faceplate to her forehead.

Things didn’t improve in the night. Moon laid beside her, playing soft tunes on his music box, unsure of what else to do as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

By the morning she stopped waking up entirely.

“She’s so much worse.” Sun held his faceplate, “We have to do something.”

He looked towards her phone, hearing Moon protest in his head.

“We don’t have a choice, she needs help.” Sun argued, moving towards the phone.

“Arav….It’s Sun.”

“Please…We wouldn’t have contacted you unless it was an emergency…..It’s Tabitha.”

“She’s…she’s very sick.” Sun explained, “We can’t drive…please can you take her to a hospital…please. We didn’t know who to call.”

“Yes…”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He chanted, relief heavy in his tone.

Arav was there within the hour, the seriousness of the situation truly crushing him when Sun showed him to Tabby’s room.

Sun helped him get her down to his car, careful to retract his rays and keep his hood up. As he placed her in the seat, he squeezed her hand, heart breaking he couldn’t go with her.

He stayed on the sidewalk until the car was long out of sight, feeling useless…

“It’s a bacterial infection in her lungs. She has to stay overnight but if she’s awake by tomorrow then she should be able to come home with antibiotics.” Arav explained, “Can you take care of that when she’s back?”

“Yes, we can take care of all of that.” Sun nodded.

“They are giving her fluids right now, I’ll let you know if I find anything out.” The man promised. He had stopped by the apartment on his way home from the hospital. Still not fully understanding the depths of the animatronic’s personhood, the fact they called him alone earned more respect in his mind.

“Thank you….” Sun looked down, “Thank you for helping her.”

“Tabby has been a good friend…in her own way.” Arav shrugged, “I’ll do what I can.”

The silence in the apartment was deafening. All tasks quickly completed and the cage-like area that was their new boundaries meticulously cleaned without anyone flesh and bone to make any messes. Sun reverted back to the corner, curling in on himself and forcing a partial rest mode. He kept certain systems on alert, for any calls or news.

Moon fared no better, wandering from room to room aimlessly in the pitch darkness. He listened to the muffled sounds of other tenets, scratching at the places the baseboards met the walls. If Sun felt restless then he was utterly agitated.

On the second day, they finally got news: she was coming home.

Sun saw Arav’s car pull along the street in front of the apartment, almost tripping over himself to run out onto the balcony. He watched him go around, opening up the side door, Sun began to flap his hands excitedly with the first little flash of pink hair.

Tabby walked out onto the sidewalk, a bit shaky but standing on her own.

Sun about fell off the balcony as he leaned over the edge, calling out happily, “Star! Starlight! Staaar!” Waving like mad.

“I think someone missed you.” Arav chuckled, grabbing her bag from the back seat.

“Oooh I don’t know…” she jested to Arav, watching Sun flap his arms wildly to be seen.

“Now she has to take these twice a day with food and this one once a day with water.” Arav instructed, showing each pill bottle respectively. He pulled out a discharge pamphlet with even more detailed information.

“Got it!” Sun gave him a thumbs up, smile never wavering.

Arav was careful to make sure Tabby was in the bathroom before speaking again, “She asked for you, you know?”

Sun tilted his head, curiously.

“Yea…” Arav admitted, “Quite a few times. But I don’t think she remembers much. She had that infection for a while.”

The animatronic nodded, mirth faded a bit.

“But…she was in pretty good condition all things considered.” He sighed, eyes drifted to the closed bathroom door. True concern burner in his dark eyes, before he looked back to Sun, “Keep it up, I guess. Taking care of her.”

“It’s our job.” Sun smiled.

Arav nodded, looking worn out. He said quick goodbyes, declining to wait for Tabby, citing that she needed rest.

Sun looked at the door long after it closed, something in his chest feeling both heavy and light at the same time. He didn’t break out of his trance until the bathroom door clicked.

“We missed you so so so so much!” Sun chanted as he hugged her tightly.

“Careful.” She warned gently, making him quickly loosen his hold.

Sun apologized profusely, moving to look her over. She took off her coat, revealing some heavy bruising in the crook of her arms from previous ivs. Tabby gave a weak smile as Sun began to fret over her anew.

“Sun.” She sighed, when he didn’t hear her over himself she said a bit more pointed, “Sun!”

“Oh, sorry.” He took a step back, worrying his hands together.

“It’s ok.” She soothed, but added, “I’m gonna go lay down though, okay big guy?”

He jumped a bit with realization, “Yes, yes, yes….of course.”

He followed right on her heels as she went into her bedroom, head clicking back and forth. Tabby placed her phone on the nightstand, taking care to plug it in before sitting on the bed. She started taking off her shoes and long socks, pausing after to look up at Sun.

His idle swaying stopped in its tracks.

“Could you…turn around for a second?” She asked, a blush to her cheeks.

“Oh!” He jolted in realization. Never one to do anything in half measures, he spun around on the tips of his toes, crouching slightly and covering his eyes showily. The pose was reminiscent of what he would do when playing hide and seek. It made Tabby crack a small smile with amusement. She stood, turning her back to him, just to be sure, peeling off her clothes. There was already a set of pajamas ready on her bed for her, she thankfully took them.

Hearing a little click of gears she warned, “No peeking.”

The clink was quickly echoed as he moved back to the original position.

Finally dressed she crawled into bed, sighing, “Ok.”

Sun instantly jumped to attention, shifting to look at her. He came up to the bedside, reaching out to smooth down her hair.

Tabby leaned into the contact like a cat, closing her eyes a bit. Her body ached, exhaustion tugging at her mind.

“Sun?” She murmured.

“Yes, Sunshine?” He smiled.

Tabby shifted closer to the wall, out of his reach. Sun tilted his head, face a mixture of hurt and confusion.

It was short lived as Tabby patted the newly opened spot in the bed, asking a bit bashfully, “Would you want to cuddle, maybe?”

Not needing to be asked twice, Sun instantly crawled into the bed beside her. His movements were eager as he got comfortable beside her. Unlike Moon, Sun took no time before shifting to cuddle her, pulling Tabby close to his chest.

He was incredibly warm, heat radiating from his metal exoskeleton. Tabby relaxed into him, the warmth a soothing balm to her aching body. She could hear his fans whirling loudly, tiredness threatening to drag her under.

Sun resumed his petting, the movements soothing her into sleep easily. Once she was out he pulled her even closer, curling a bit protectively around her. His faceplate pressed into the crown of her head, eyes closing happily.

#things gettin serious #fnaf fic #fnaf sun/moon #sun/moon x oc #the cat the sun and the moon

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