#I’m v excited to get out these next pages :>

[latenightdaydreams]

Haii!

How do we feel about a smut with pornstar reader & pornstar Konig? Like- their comments in their vids/twts/etc. always saying to collab w/ eachother and after awhile, they finally do 👀

-🖤

(Also sorry if I already sent this- I forgot if I did😭)

You didn't! I love the idea of being shipped with Pornstar!König. The Austrian with a monster cock🤤

Pornstar!König x Pornstar!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, p in v, oral

3.1k word count

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König is famous in the adult film world. During lock down he downloaded Only Fans and ended up making his own account. His striking blue eyes, hidden face mystery, and 6’10 280 lb frame of solid muscles weren’t the only reasons he became so famous; he also has a 10-inch cock the size of most women’s forearms.

You, on the other hand, are a cam girl turned OF girl. You are known by your fan base never being scared of a challenge. You use toys that make people's jaws drop. Your body being strikingly stunning along with a beautiful face and kinky appetite for sex, you blew up quickly on the platform.

Because of the material you make, your fans instantly made you aware of another content creator, König. After about the 100th comment, you decide to go on your X account and check out his page. Instantly you notice the mask covering his face and his blue eyes. His bio gives his height and weight, your jaw drops. You continue to scroll and see a photo he’s recently posted. He’s wearing gray sweatpants with no shirt. His body is stunning, but your eyes drop to the outline of his erection in his pants, his dick literally hanging down his leg. You smirk now, understanding why the fans think you two should film together. You go ahead and give him a follow.

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König has also seen the comments. After the first one he instantly looked you up. His eyes shot open when he saw the photo of toys on your profile. Scrolling down a few posts he sees you, and wow. You’re wearing a pink lace thong with your breast fully exposed. You have a sweet smile on your face and you’re standing in a field of wildflowers. You look ethereal. He instantly took notice of you, but contrary to his online persona, he is very socially awkward. He has no idea how to reach out to you, or any girl; that’s why he only posts solo. Then while he is scrolling looking at his feed, he gets a notification. You just followed him.

He quickly sits up and smiles. He clicks your profile and begins to look at all the photos you’ve posted again. His heart rate is picking up, he doesn’t know if he should message you or wait. That’s when your phone chimed and he got the notification that you messaged him.

> “Hey! I’m sure you know of me from your comments 😂, but I’m y/n!”

He reads your message probably ten times before getting the courage to respond to you.

> “Hey, ja, I know you. It’s nice to finally talk.”

He hits send quickly and waits for you to respond. He can feel his heart rate picking up. He hopes that you’re messaging him to make content together. He can feel his excitement rising as his leg bounces waiting for your next message.

You sit feeling nervous yourself as you look down at your phone. He responded so quickly it didn’t give you time to think of a smooth way to ask about a collab. You’ve only ever filmed solo or with women, never a man.

> “I was wondering if you’d be interested in maybe getting together? I see you mostly do solo, so please feel no pressure. I just figured the fans would love it.”

König stands and punches the air like his favorite sports team had just won the big game. Now he just has to act smoothly and not ruin this.

> “I’d love to.”

Both of you do a little celebration dance, feeling excited about the possibility of filming together. You both continue to message back and forth and work out how you’d both meet on account of him being based in Austria, but you both work something out.

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One week later you post on your social media accounts a photo of a plane at the airport. The comments explode with assumptions and more tagging of König. During the next few hours, you continue to post your travels while König doesn’t post at all.

That is until he posts a photo of a small feminine hand in his and then you post a bathroom mirror selfie with a man’s large arm around your waist. You sit with König in your Airbnb on the living room sofa, both giggling as people begin to realize the collab is about to happen.

König paid for you to fly to him, picked you up at the airport, and paid for your Airbnb. You knew König was 6’10, but seeing him in person actually blew you away. Plus, he is so sweet. In person, his face remains covered by the mask. You have questions, but you leave it alone.

Your first day together you spend the day going over health, boundaries, safe words, and any questions you might have for each other. Once everything is settled, you both plan to film the next day to allow you to get some rest.

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König wakes up early and works out the day of filming. He eats a light breakfast and takes a long shower to help with his nerves. He is excited to have sex with a woman that he knows is very capable of taking someone his size instead of having only the tip of his cock in someone. Getting dressed in sweats and a black shirt, he makes his way to you.

You are currently sitting on the floor in front of a full-length mirror to do your makeup. You just do a light natural look for today. You’re wearing a black silk robe over your nude body with two sets of lingerie set out, waiting to get König’s opinion.

A knock at the door, you jump up and rush to the front door. Smiling, you let König inside and motion for him to follow you to the main bedroom.

“Okay, so I have two options for today and I wanted your input.”

He follows you to see a large king size bed with white lush looking comforters and he feels his nerves spike again. He sees one black lingerie set and then a light pink one that looks like the one from the first photo he ever saw of you.

“Pink, it will look great with your skin tone.” König says looking at you with a soft smile behind his mask.

You grab pink and go to the connected bathroom to get dressed.

König walks around the room and sets up the ring lights and cameras for different angles. He stands looking around and waiting for you. Slowly he takes his shoes off when the bathroom door opens and he gets to see you. He’s seen you naked online, but in person you looked even more perfect. He stands and just looks at you for a while before speaking.

“You look lovely.”

“Thank you,” you can’t help but to find his Austrian accent attractive. “Thanks for setting up too.”

“Oh, it’s not a problem.” König reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it off.

Your eyes go over his body and smirk at how attractive he looks. You notice his erection forming as you walk to the bed.

“Do you want to film everything? Like role play and all?” You ask in a soft voice, the tension in the air heavy as you’re both ready now.

“Uh, let's film it all. I’d rather have more to edit from.” And also, because he’d want to watch these moments with you later.

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König lifts his mask slightly, the first time his audience will be seeing his sharp jawline and his thin soft lips. His lips meet yours in a tender first kiss as his hands begin to roam over your body. His hand squeezes your breast gently as your lips part and your tongues caress each other’s.

You move your hand down his chest, feeling the small amount of chest hair the covers his chest. His muscles twitch lightly at your touch. His penis now fully erect in his pants as he tastes your lips and feels the touch of your soft skin.

He moves his hands behind your back and begins to unhook your bra. Slipping the straps off your shoulders slowly before pulling it away from your body. He breaks the kiss and gently leans you back on the bed. His lips kiss all over your breasts until he finds one of your nipples. He licks in slow circles around it before closing his lips and sucking lightly. Opening his mouth again he begins to flick his tongue.

You let out a soft moan as your hand reaches for the back of his head, pressing him against you, the fabric of his mask soft. His other hand goes down to your thighs and begins to gently move up them, caressing the soft skin on the inside of your thighs.

He pulls away from your breasts and whispers to you, “Is it okay if I touch?”

“Yeah,” you smile at him asking for consent.

His hand grabs your leg and moves it to where the camera can see everything, He moves the thin fabric of your thong aside and begins to rub his thick fingers between your folds. You’re already wet when he touches you and that excites him knowing you’re so turned on. He moves his lips back to yours as he gently rubs your clit. Small moans leaving your lips, muffled into his. He eventually slips one finger down and pushes it gently into you. He feels the texture of your walls and feels how tight you are. He can only think about shoving himself deep inside of you, but he wants you to get off first.

He moves his kisses from your lips back down to your breast before kissing down your stomach. He moves your leg a little more as he rests his head on your thigh, he kisses your clit before flicking his tongue. Your legs jerk and you sit up to look down at him eating you out. He can’t get over how good you smell and taste. He is surprised you aren’t selling your panties; men would pay big money for this.

“Oh, fuck König,” you moan caressing the side of his face.

König slips in another finger as picks up his pace, as he continues to lick your clit. Hearing you moan his name means that he is on the right path to get you to orgasm for him. Your hand grasps the fabric of his mask, making him smirk before he switches to begin just sucking your clit. Your legs tremble as you drop your head back and lay back down. The sound of your wet cunt gets louder as you cum on his fingers. He keeps going for a while before pulling back.

You lie there panting before you giggle and sit up, “Your tongue is amazing.”

He chuckles and goes in to kiss you, making you taste your sweet pussy on your own lips. You move your hands to his chest before moving down to his cock, pulling back you pull at the waistband of his sweatpants. His heart rate began to pick up. The videos of you deep throating your toys comes into his mind and he gets excited. Lifting his ass, König helps you pull his sweats off of him, boxers as well.

Seeing his cock spring free makes you smile; his cock is as big as some of your toys. König leans back to support himself on his elbows to allow you room but he still wants to watch.

Grasping his dick at the base, you stroke it lightly as you lick the back of his tip. König’s breathing heavy as his blue eyes watch with anticipation. You move your hand and lick from the base all the way up his shaft, back and forth and a few times before finally wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. You begin to suck on the tip and move your head in a fast motion making König moan out. He reaches down and moves some of your hair out of your face.

“Ah, ja, just like that.” His voice shakes as you keep going.

Finally, you lower your head down the length of his shaft. Your full lips wrapping tightly around him as you take his ten inches inch by inch down your throat. König watches in amazement as he has never had a woman be able to take more than half his cock into their throat. He takes a sharp breath before letting a small moan out.

You feel a bit of pride being able to take someone like him, to make him moan like that. You look up at his eyes as you continue to suck his cock.

“Is this okay?” König asks as his hand moves to the back of your head.

“Mmhhmm,” you respond without stopping.

His hand gently guides you motion as the other one is behind him supporting himself. He lets himself enjoy the pleasure of your skills. Gently lifting your face with one hand he brings your lips to his, lifting his mask and kissing you. He wants you fully now.

Pushing your body back without breaking the kiss, his hands caress your body. You both agreed on no condom but to us the pull out method and since both of you are clean. Slowly pulling away from your soft lips he looks down at you and removes your thong, tossing it to the side.

“Are you ready, Schatz?”

“I am.”

“Gut.”

Grabbing you by your hips he drags you forward. He is such a massive man that he can easily move you. You giggle as he does and he responds with a chuckle of his own.

“Your voice is so sweet.” He tells you as he grasps your thigh as pulls one leg back for the camera view again. He rubs himself back and forth over your folds before he begins to push himself into you. His eyes watch your face to watch for pain or discomfort, yet he sees nothing but bliss.

König pushes himself as far in as your tight cunt will take at first. You moan out, grabbing his arm and the bed sheets. Your sweet pussy welcomes him with a warm wet hug and he pushes in more, a moan leaving his lips as you take him.

“You’re so tight, Schatz.” König speaks with a voice dripping with lust. His hips begin to thrust harder into you, letting his desire take over.

Your lips hug his fat cock as he pumps it into you leaving your creamy cum on his cock. He pulls out and stands to grab one of the cameras. He comes back and points it to your pussy as he slides his cock back into you, recording the way your tight cunt can easily stretch for him.

“Look at that beautiful pussy, you truly take cock so well. So fucking tight.” He picked up his pace, holding the camera in place as you reached down and put your own leg back. Your fingers digging into your own flesh as you moan out his name.

“Please König, fuck me.” You look into his eyes begging for him to get you off again.

König returns the gaze as he fucks you harder. The phone picking up the sounds your pussy is making and both of your moans.

“That’s it, cum for me, good girl.”

Your eyes flutter back as your body tenses, your cunt tightening around his cock. He puts the phone down and fucks you through your orgasm letting the other cameras pick it up. His body leaning into yours as your hands move to his back and begin to drag your nails along his pale skin.

“Good girl,” he whispers to you as he lifts his mask slightly to kiss you all over your neck and face. His hands grasp your body tightly as he continues to thrust into you. His balls begin to tighten and he feels the temptation of just cumming deep inside of you, but he can’t.

Quickly König pulls out and grabs the phone again to record. “Come here,” he grabs your hand to pull you up and sits at the edge of the bed. He points the camera down at you as you scoot closer to his cock.

Moving your pillowy lips up and down his cock, sucking as you do. You begin to lick your own wet from his cock.

“Suck it Liebling,” his voice breathy.

You move your mouth to wrap around his cock again. König grabs your hair in his hand to hold your head steady as he begins to buck his hops forward, face fucking you gently. You look up at him, not breaking eye contact as he looks down at you. He moves his 10-inch cock deeper and deeper as he fucks faster. Your eyes begin to water as you close your eyes.

“Open, look at me. Please.” König moans.

Once your eyes open and you look back up at him, he presses your head all the way down. His cock outline is visible in your throat. You gargle on his cock before he pulls it out and begins to jerk off quickly. You open your mouth and hold your breast up waiting for his load.

He cums on you, letting out loud grunts of pleasure as he does. His milky white seed shoots some on your breast, your mouth, but most on your face. He smiles at how beautiful you look covered in him. You play with it a little for the camera before he stops recording.

You both relax on the bed and pant, relaxing. König looks over to you and gestures for you to come snuggle with him. The other two cameras picked up the sweet moment.

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The video blows up on both of your pages. Fans ecstatic to see you get dominated by König’s monster cock finally. The chemistry you both had radiating through the camera adding to the passion. People requesting more and starting to ship the two of you.

You have 5 more days in Austria and König is excited to spend those few days with you. He’s at home, late at night, watching the clips of him snuggling you after sex. A small smile on his face as he watches it over and over. He didn’t want to, but he caught feelings. He wonders if you feel the same.

#konig #konig x reader #konig x y/n #könig #konig cod #könig x reader #konig smut #könig smut #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig x reader smut #konig x you #könig call of duty #könig x y/n #könig x you #smut #konig call of duty #cod smut

[llumimoon]

The Talk (page 5)

Doodler AU post || start || previous || next ||

Sorry for the unofficial break in the comic pages! We’re back now babeyyyy

This comic takes place shortly after the Doodler’s homunculus body was made. Lark and Sparrow try to figure out how they feel about the situation.

Dialogue under the cut!

Lark: …! Because you can’t-!

Sparrow: Think about it.

Sparrow: If you could go back… Without the apocalypse, without all the hurt, no magic weirdness, wouldn’t you?

Sparrow: A second chance to get things right.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #lark oak #sparrow oak #doodle dot au #cal draws #thetalkcomic #eyyooooo ! #Ngl I got a little sad drawing the oak family in that last panel #also don’t mind any art style inconsistencies lol my art style changes a lot day by day let alone over the course of like. three weeks #I’m v excited to get out these next pages :> #I found a bit of a balance in sketching out a bunch of pages earlier on and then finalizing them at my own pace

[worldlxvlys]

i can’t stop thinking abt these clips so i was thinking of an idea for a fanfic where reader sees these clips and notices that it looks like matt enjoys it so she gets an idea to ride him and choke and cover his mouth with her hand to muffle his moans and it turns him on

please 🙏 this would be so hot 😫

drive you crazy

matt sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttttt, degradation, choking, use of blindfold, p in v, cream pie, squirting, cursing

a/n: enjoyyyy 🫶🏾🫶🏾

every time i opened up tik tok, i was met with my boyfriend’s face.

i tended to like and repost the fans’ edits of the triplets, so it wasn’t unusual for my for you page to be filled with them.

lately, however, i’ve been seeing a clip from one specific car video more and more frequently.

“how disrespectful is this motion, matt?” chris asked as he reached his hand to matt’s face, covering his mouth.

matt’s head fell forward as chris let go, smiling and covering his face with his hands.

“ohhh that drives you crazy, i know it did” chris yelled.

chris did the motion again, covering his mouth as matt continued to smile.

chris was right, it was driving him crazy.

i quickly saved the video, before continuing to rewatch it several times.

when i scrolled, the next video was an edit of nick choking matt.

his hands wrapped around matt’s neck from behind, and matt’s head fell back.

his eyes closed as his mouth hung open, he clearly enjoyed it.

i felt a dull aching between my thighs as i rewatched the clip.

i saved the video, before an idea popped into my head.

on my way out, i spotted matt’s white bandana laying on my desk.

i had been meaning to give it back to him since i realized he left it here.

i quickly grabbed it before heading out, sticking it in my pocket.

when i got to his house, i let myself in. i passed chris and nick in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before making my way to matt’s room.

when i walked in, i was met with the sight of matt sitting at the edge of his bed, naked.

he held his phone in one hand, jacking himself off with the other.

he was letting out light grunts as his hand slid up and down his hard cock.

i closed and locked the door quickly behind me, before making my way over to him.

“what are you looking at?” i asked as i glanced at his phone.

“you” he whispered as he showed me the mirror pictures that i had sent him.

“i’m right here, baby” i spoke as i grabbed his jaw, pulling his lips to mine.

he moaned into the kiss as he placed his phone down on the bed, his hands wrapping around my waist.

“you said i could do anything, right?” i asked as my lips hovered over his.

“of course, i trust you ma” he responded, gently rubbing his thumb against my waist.

“good” i said before wrapping my hand around his throat, watching his eyes roll back immediately.

he let out a low moan as i squeezed my hand, applying light pressure to his throat.

“you like that, matt?” i asked.

his eyes fluttered open, half-lidded as his mouth opened slightly. he nodded his head slowly in response.

i used the grip i had on his neck to pull his lips back to mine.

“fuck” he whimpered against my lips. “i need you so bad, it hurts” he said as he squeezed my arm lightly.

“yeah? scooch back” i said as i pulled my shirt and bra off.

he obliged, moving back towards the headboard to lean his back against it.

when i pulled off my pants, matt’s bandana fell out of my pocket.

once i pulled off my panties, i grabbed it off of the floor, planning on placing it on his nightstand.

seeing it in my hand, he perked up slightly. “you’re gonna blindfold me?” his eyes widened slightly, but the tone of his voice almost sounded excited.

i tilted my head at him, before crawling onto his lap.

“you want me to blindfold you? such a little freak” i spoke as i gripped his jaw, tilting his head back.

“i love it” i grinned down at him before tying the bandana around his eyes.

he looked so good, and it only made me wetter.

i waved my hand in front of his face, checking to make sure he couldn’t see anything.

when he didn’t react, i grabbed his hand and pulled it down to my pussy.

his fingers ran through my folds, making us both moan out.

“you feel how wet you make me, matt?” i asked, eliciting another moan from him.

i pulled his hand to my mouth, making him gasp in surprise at the feeling of my tongue swirling around his fingers.

“oh my- please, please, i need you so bad. don’t tease me, please” he whined.

in response to his neediness, i wasted no time in lining him up with my entrance and sinking down on him.

“ohhh my god” he groaned loudly, making me place my hand over his mouth.

“shhh, don’t want your brothers to hear” i whispered into his ear.

he groaned and whined into my hand continuously as i began to find my rhythm, bouncing up and down on his cock.

his fingers dug into my waist, his head flying back.

the headboard thumped against the wall as i rolled and lifted my hips on him.

“how you feeling, matt?” i asked as i continued my movements.

MATT’S POV

“how you feeling matt?”

how am i feeling?

i had never felt this much pleasure at once and i could barely handle it.

the way she silenced my moans with her hand was driving me crazy.

due to my sight being taken away, all of my other senses were heightened.

not being able to see allowed me to focus on the feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.

her walls gripped my dick tightly, holding onto me as she slid up and down my length.

if she was tired, she didn’t show it as she continued to fuck me at a relentless pace.

she seemed to keep her composure, keeping her moans low enough for only me to hear them.

i heard the soft moans clearly as her mouth was right next to my ear.

“you look so pretty like this, matt. how does it feel to know that you’re powerless? can’t talk, can’t see. just gotta take whatever i do to you” she whispered.

my eyes rolled into the back of my head when she choked me again.

“love this blindfold on you, but i wanna see the pretty faces you make when you cum inside of me” she said before pulling the blindfold off, throwing it to the side.

i moaned loudly into her hand at the sight of her tits bouncing in front of my face.

i looked down at where our bodies met, watching her take me effortlessly.

she moved her face closer to mine, her nose hitting mine as her hand pressed harder against my mouth.

“i told you to be quiet” she whispered down to me.

she glared at me squeezing the hand around my throat, as my head dropped back into the headboard.

“look at me” she spoke as she tilted my head down to look at her.

“you gonna cum?” she asked, making me nod quickly in response.

“yeah? do it. fuck your cum into me, matt.” i cried out into her hand as my body tensed up.

i held her hips down against me as i shot my load deep inside of her, coating her walls with my cum.

“f-fuck, i’m cumming” she moaned out as she moved her hand from my mouth, her head falling onto my shoulder.

“i got you, baby. let it out” i whispered as i hugged her close to me.

she gasped as her body shook against mine, her arms wrapping around my shoulders.

she lifted herself off of me, her juices shooting out of her and onto my dick.

“fuck” i groaned in surprise at the feeling of her pleasure dripping down my length.

i watched as my seed dripped out of her stretched hole and down her thigh.

“god damn” she whispered as she laid down next to me, catching her breath.

“so” she began, a cheeky grin forming on her face, “did you like it?”

i rolled my eyes at her playfully, shaking my head, “shut up”

“hey, i’m not the one the was whimpering and moaning uncontrollably”

“and who’s fault is that ?” i asked, raising my eyebrows at her.

she shot me a small grin in response.

she got up, holding her hand out to me, “let me clean you up in the shower?”

“yeah” i agreed.

“do you need help getting there…or?” she teased.

i grabbed a pillow off of the bed and chucked it at her, making her burst out laughing.

“i just wanna make sure you aren’t sore!”

🌷🌷🌷🌷

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[sharkorok]

all eyes on you (enhypen)

or the moments that make everyone think you’re dating

cw/genre: idol!reader, reader doesnt have specified gender but implied to be a female, fluff, so cute bye, secret relationships, humor, u have delulu fans

requested: naurrr

a/n: ehe thx for 100 followers :) I hope my writing makes u happy because knowing people read my works makes me super duper happy! luv uuuu

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heeseung

-at an awards show your outfits were matching, like very obviously matching

-matching bracelets, you had one on your left wrist and he had one on the right, the colors matched each other, same style and aesthetic…

-he gets v nervous but also you were in some dating rumors with another idol so…he wouldn’t be mad if he was next tbh….BUT THEN UR GROUP WAS ASSIGNED NEXT TO HIM??

-dawg was sweating the whole time trying not to admire you and how cute you two looked

-but no every one of those “enhypen mma reaction” or “heeseung reaction focus” showed him very clearly staring at you 😭, twt had a field day with you two

-he can’t help it, you looked so good and how can he keep his eyes off his lovely s/o when they’re all dressed up + matching?? seriously his management was insane for putting him so close to you

-and when all groups were leaving he was seen literally sprinting to be closer to you

-ya dispatch didn’t even need to confirm anything after that awards show

the others r below!

jay

-during a live he got his guitar out and started playing all your favorite songs

-and this was literally a day after you named your favorite songs

-then to make it worse he was like “yeah these are y/n’s favorite songs don’t they have good music taste?” and then he kept talking about you and staff was sweating while watching istg

-the way he talked about you tho,,he either had a massive crush on you or you two were dating

-the ship edits the next day were insane honestly some of your fans need to get into the editing business because you genuinely believed a photo of him holding your waist was taken at inkigayo

-he doesn’t even try to hide how much he likes you istg, he goes out of his way to talk to you at awards shows and always films challenges with you, he gives the shippers so much content

-then another time jay cooked your favorite food in a vlog and specifically said it was your favorite food, name dropping and everything

-literally no one is surprised that you two are confirmed dating after a while.

jake

-accidentally went on live while talking about you

-he fully believed he closed out of the app when he was talking to jay and saying stuff like, “I’m really excited to see her at the performance, I hope we have time to hang out…” and then he hears notifications and sees that he was streaming and he nearly faints

-plays it off like he fully intended for everyone to hear that and continues like he planned on going live

-he’s also trying to hide the way his eyes flickered up to your rapid texts being like, “JAKE WHY ARE WE TRENDING ON TWITTER??”

-jay is behind the camera just trying not to laugh becuz how do you even recover from this one, literally all the comments are talking about you and him

-“y/n…? yeah ahahah I know her uh huh mhm anyways moving on” and his horrible deflecting skills are making it even more obvious

-and when you go on live?? oh u bet the comments are “did you see jake’s recent live?? are u cheating on us y/n?”

-u desperately distract by spoiling your comeback but there’s already 14k Tik toks analyzing every interaction you had with Jake and why you two are cosmically intertwined

sunghoon

-describes you to a T when asked about his ideal type

-he meant to just mention the broad details but he gets excited talking about u ok :(

-“yeah a good heart and around (your exact height), with (the hex code of your eye color) eyes, born on (your birthday), hobbies include (every single one of your hobbies) and also…(literally all the information under your kprofiles page)”

-ur fans catch on and are like “isn’t this literally y/n” and he’s like “omg nooo coincidence”

-it is NOT a coincidence bro he was fully thinking of you and only you during that interview

-anyways you don’t help the situation by describing him too when asked about your ideal type, but ur at least a tad less obvious 😭

-“yea I love guys who ice skate and stuff”

-u two definitely get scolded by management

sunoo

-sometimes he forgets to care about keeping things secret (like that lipton tea thing he did)

-so he’s showing fans his camera roll and he shows selfies you never posted before…in his camera roll…never before seen by anyone but him and you to the camera and is like

-“y/n’s visual is so perfect, right?”

-and yeah duh ur stunning and gorgeous but fans are distracted by your beauty for a second before being like “hm…how did he get those selfies and why r they in his camera roll”

-ur fans r thankful for the content tho so he kinda did everyone a favor

-but it’s a LITTLE suspicious…but neither of you address anything so it just festers a little

-until you two do a tik tok challenge together and he captions it with a heart emoji like oh my god 😭

-you’re not innocent either when you said “sunoo’s visual is so amazing” like both of you get some media training I beg

-everyone loves how obviously whipped you two are for each other tho :,)

jungwon

-accidentally exposes your polaroid in his phone case

-thankfully he has photos of his members and maeum but why were you there??

-he completely ignores it tbh he shows the photos to the camera and is like “these r the polaroids in my phone case. anyways.” n he’s playing it cool but internally he’s PANICKING

-“hopefully they didn’t see the heart I drew on the Polaroid,” he thinks foolishly

-we did.

-so you try to do some damage control on your own live when asked about why he has ur photo in his phone and ur like “oh we’re really close friends!!”

-n honestly that’s a good and healthy response because everyone has the right to their platonic relationships

-but jungwon’s heart he drew on your Polaroid was just a little bit tooooo suspicious…anyways this leads to fans over-analyzing every single interaction to the point you two weren’t allowed to be seen in a ten foot proximity at events for a while

-but at least it reminded jungwon to be more careful lolol

niki

-accidentally rizzes you up on live television

-you’re an mc for smth and you’re interviewing enhypen and you’re like, “oooh, some burning questions, what is your ideal type?”

-and Niki, with no hesitation fully goes, “you lol” and you see ur career flash before your eyes

-ur co mc is nervously laughing and niki realizes like oh wait we’re being broadcasted so he’s like “oh just kidding haha!!!” even though you two are making awkward eye contact while you’re mentally scolding him

-he’s so used to teasing and flirting with you in private so it’s a little hard to shake off in public

-anyways fans notice he’s looking at you a little too lovingly and being a little too genuine when he responded so it’s not long before you see ship edits on Twitter and tik tok

-doesn’t help when you answer the ideal type question with “someone who is playful and funny” thinking it was broad enough but ‘twas not <3

-he doesn’t really care too much but thought it was funny, even if he had to take a media training class again afterwards >:T

#enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #enha imagines #enhypen headcanons #enhypen reactions

[honeysscrapbook]

[🐍] Snape x f!reader

In where you get detention with Snape for being a bad student!

Warnings: Teacher x Student relationships, reader is 18, smut and nsfw, bad english (english isn’t my first language)

Tags: Age Gaps, Cockwarming as punishment, Detention, Dom!Snape, Sub!Reader, Petnames, P in V Sex, Semi-public sex, Bratty Reader (kinda), Degrading Petnames (Slut and Whore), Praise

Authors note: i’m supposed to be studying rn!! first smut fic (i have no clue what i’m doing)

Guide: H/N: house name, Y/N: your name, L/N: last name, E/C: eye color, H/C: hair color.

read on Ao3 — coming soon…

You’ve always been a top student in Hogwarts, you cared about grades and what teachers thought about you. During the last year you sort of let go, you didn’t care anymore. Thought it was the most important year.

You arrive tardy again at Potions class. The only place left was front row, so you sit there next to a Hufflepuff guy.

“Late…again.”

“Five points away from (H/N)”

Snape says with his cold tone. A student from your house groaned in annoyance.

Professor Snape’s broad eyes were burning into your skin, he was walking around the tables before stopping at yours. His tall dark figure made the student next to you whimper quietly in fear, quickly looking down at his potions textbook and pretending to read something.

You look at your professor, almost in a challenging manner. Looking at him up and down.

“Is he trying to scare me? Who does he think he is?” You think, scoffing quietly, looking away.

Severus suddenly leans on your table, his hands slamming against it. You jump a bit.

“If you seem to think that way, Miss (L/N), you might as well have detention with me..after class.”

He says in his usual monotone voice.

Did he just..read your mind?!

Your eyes widen for a moment as you gently nod your head.

“Good..page 367.” He stands up and walks away slowly.

You gulp quietly, suddenly afraid of him, but also kind of surprised and turned on. You bite your bottom lip gently as you open your textbook, the sound of pages flipping filling the quiet classroom. When did you start to think so lustfully about your Potions Master? Maybe it was the fact he was so strict and controlling that made you so hot and bothered.

A reddish pink flush meets your face as you try not to think about that any longer. You stop biting your bottom lip and look up, feeling someone staring at you. It was Snape, his eyes meeting yours for a good 5 seconds before yours snapped away, and he smirked for a second, looking away too.

The bell rang, everyone started leaving the class while you gently closed the textbook in front of you. You were excited, your stomach started turning as you felt butterflies in it. You stand up.

Snape walks up to you.

“So..what? Are you going to make me grade tests or some shit?” You walk up to him, leaning your legs against the table, wanting to make a fight with him for some reason. It turned you on.

“Language, (L/N)”

“No. I wasn’t planning on making you do that, dear” He leans his hands on the table behind you, besides your waists, he lowers his head. Your faces inches apart as you part your lips, letting out a small gasp.

“You’ve been way to bratty. I think you need a punishment..”

He says. You bite your bottom lip and smirk.

“And how do you plan on doing that, huh?” You chuckle. His face darkens as he grabs your wrist and pulls you to his desk.

He slammed you to it, pinning your hips against it, but still keeping a distance.

“Strip for me, whore.”

Your eyes widen again, his words pounding in your head, you blush as you fight the urge to submit to the man in front of you. He gently lets go of your hips as you look away, whimpering quietly, really trying your hardest not to give in to your urges.

You slowly start to remove your uniform, starting from coat, you gently slide it down your shoulders, it hits the floor with a small thud. A smalls smirk meets Snape’s lips as he gets closer to you and cups your cheeks gently, turning you to him.

“Look at me, slut.”

You whimper as you look up at him, continuing to strip, feeling the Professor’s gaze upon your body.

You’re finally in your panties and bra. Snape sits down carefully on his chair as he pulls you down on his lap by your waist. You squirm quietly with anticipation as your hands go on his shoulders gently.

Two of his fingers gently rub your clothed clit. “Severus..” You breath out, pressing your pussy on his hand. It slides away, you whine. “Its Professor for you, darling.” He says, sliding off your panties. You moan bite your bottom lip to keep quiet.

“You can scream as loud as you want, dear. The doors are locked and i used charms.” He whispers in your ear, throwing your panties on the floor. You let out a moan “Y-yes..Professor..”

Two fingers go inside your tight cunt. You moan loudly. “So fucking wet, aren’t you, brat?” Snape says gently pumping his fingers inside your soaking pussy, your fingers grip his shoulders as your nails go in his skin.

“H-haah..Professor..please” You beg, stuffing your head into the crook of his neck. “Please what, slut-face?” He says whispering, his dark tone making you shiver in pleasure. “Need..you in..” You breath out, gently kissing his neck and collar of his shirt. “You want my cock, sweetheart?” He smirks gently, taking his fingers out. “Y-yes! Yes please!!” You beg him as you hear the zipper of his pants getting undone. You look at his boxers; his penis is bulging and begging to be released. You whine in anticipation as he pulls down his underwear, his 8 centimeter cock springs out and hits his abdomen, already dripping in precum.

You eagerly start to sit on it before he stops you and grabs your hips. “Not so fast, doll.” You grab his arms, arching your eyebrows begging him with your eyes to let you ride him. Instead, he slowly pushes you down his hardness, teasing your folds with the tip, pulling out several moans out of you, until he fully plunges you down on him, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moan loudly “F-fuck..! Snape!”, you start to ride him, pushing your head back and closing your eyes.

“Do. Not. Move.” He commands, holding your hips down. “This is your punishment. Be a good slut and stay still on my cock.” Your eyes widen and you whine, pressing your head on his shoulder again.

“What the fuck?!” You think to yourself, tears starting to fill up your big (E/C) eyes as you grip his shoulders tighter. He starts to correct essays with you on his penis, still very hard. You gently start crying in his shoulder letting out little begs. “Shh..sweetheart. C’mon be a good girl and you’ll get rewarded after.” You gently wipe away your tears and nod as he caressed your beautiful (H/C) hair. You start quietly kissing his neck again, which he enjoys but doesn’t show.

After 10 minutes of fighting the urge to move around, he pulls you up from his hardness and makes you sit on his desk, you moan in relief as a smile meets your red lips. He stands between your legs as he spread them “Such a good little slut. Aren’t you? You took my dick so well.” He kisses your lips as he grabs your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the desk and alining the head of his cock with your vulva. He slams his cock into you as you moan again, hugging his waists and smashing your face into his chest as he spreads your pretty little clit.

He groans in pleasure as he throws his head back gently, muttering curses and grabbing your hips, smashing him into you. You feel yourself getting close. “God..fuck..Professor..gonna cum..” you whimper quietly, hugging him tighter. “Me too, darling..” He groans as his thrusts speed up. “Cum..in me please..” You beg him to fill you up. “You want me to finish into you, dear?” You nod frantically.

“God..so close..mngh..!” You whine. “Come on my cock, sweetheart. C’mon, you’re close i can feel it..” He says, making his thrusts as hard and deep as he possibly can. You both finish at the same time, feeling his hot creamy load full up your vulva.

You’re panting as he pulls out his dick out of you, both of you riding off your high. He grabs his wand and uses a spell to grab a towel, cleaning you up first then himself. He helps you dress up as he pulls up his underwear and pants.

After you’re both fully clothed he kisses your forehead. “You were so good, darling.” He whispers. “Maybe we should do this more of then, mh?” You nod as you grab your Potions textbook and leave the class.

Suddenly, you’re motivated to be a good student again.

#severus snape #harry potter #smut #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #snape smut #snape x reader #teacher x student #professor snape #snape fandom #snapedom #harry potter smut #harry potter series #snape love #snape community #snaddy #snape content #snape x y/n #snape x you

[goddess-in-heaven-and-hell]

Reginald who? (ER) - A Gwynriel One-Shot for Gwynrielweeks2024

thread: Gwyn finds a way for Azriel to let go of his gentle bedside manner by comparing him to her favorite male book character – slightly drunk Azriel cannot let that slide and a challenge ensures.

Post for the NSFW day ;) @gwynrielweeksofficial

word count: 5.1k

warnings: swearing, crude language, oral (f receiving), cum play, anal play, p in v sex

Reginald growled with pleasure as he beheld the stunning beauty that was Jasmine. He itched to explore every inch of her, his hands already reaching out to skim over her abdomen and her breasts.

After what felt like three hundred years, the book finally got to the good part. Gwyn giggled to herself, sinking deeper into the cushions and preparing for what was about to come. Or rather, who was about to come.

He laid her down with reverence, observing how her chest heaved with excitement. There was only one place he wanted to be right now, and that was between her supple thighs.

Gwyn read on with wide eyes, wishing for Azriel to be near with each line passing. The male main character was so smooth, so absolutely devoted to his Jasmine it was swoon worthy. And the priestess would lie if she said his words and actions didn’t have another effect on her. She shifted in her seat, trying to get some of the pressure off as she continued devouring page after page. If this author did one thing right, it was her attention to detail.

Reginald wasn’t done with her just yet, bending his head another time to gently lap at her, cleaning her arousal with his tongue and moaning like he tasted liquid ambrosia.

Her daydream was rudely and suddenly interrupted by a loud bang, and Gwyn’s well-deserved one-on-one time with Reginald came to a stuttering end.

She jumped out of bed, more than ready to fight or run, whatever seemed like the smartest thing to do, but as she was halfway across the room, the banging was accompanied by shouting – and with a breathy laugh, Gwyn relaxed.

“Ehhhhh”, that seemed to be Cassian’s rough voice echoing off the hall, “Ladies, we’re hoooooome!”

Another bang sounded suspiciously like the vase next to the staircase shattered into a million pieces, followed by colorful swearing. This time from another voice. Were they drunk?

“Really subtle, Cass. I think they heard us anyways.”, Azriel deadpanned. He sounded pretty normal, enunciating his words carefully. Maybe a bit too carefully.

Cassian laughed, a booming sound that might have woken up the priestesses in the library too. “True. And if they went to Rita’s with US, like we ASKED them to, they could be in on the FUN now.”

He then began singing.

Yes, definitely drunk.

Honestly, it wasn’t completely off tune and had a kind of charm to it. Azriel’s laughter told another story though, and Gwyn could only guess Cassian’s performance got enhanced through some dance moves.

“Boys!”

And that would be Nesta. Gwyn snickered to herself, letting her book come to rest on the bed again before finding the bathroom. Let Nesta deal with them. When the boys did something stupid, Gwyn would usually cave as soon as they gave her the puppy eyes. That strategy was lost with her best friend, though, and as Gwyn closed the bathroom door, she could already make out Nesta ripping into them.

The priestess the proceeded to complete her evening routine, using the toilet, washing her face, teeth and applying a generous amount of moisturizer. Training every morning in the crisp, cold autumn air left her skin dry as a desert, so she took extra care of it at night. Her river nymph heritage didn’t help the situation either as it demanded constant maintenance.

Once she was all done, skin gleaming with product, she returned to the bedroom.

“So that’s what you get up to when I’m not at home to supervise.”

Sprawled on her bed, with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, was her beloved. Only that he was not so beloved anymore as he skimmed through her book and snickered to himself.

“Azriel!”, she gasped, lunging forward in order to snatch the book away from him. But the bastard was quicker, sitting up and putting the bed between them. His eyes never strayed from the lines as he read and read.

“What kind of name is Reginald? And how many pages can this person fill with just giving head?”, he murmured, even his shadows peeking over his shoulder to get a good look.

Gwyn’s cheeks warmed in embarrassment at his crass words. Why were romance novels completely acceptable when you read them alone, yet as soon as another person asked you about it they became a criminal offence?

She rounded the bed, trying again to grab the book, but he simply lifted it over his head. The priestess was seething.

“Azriel Shadowsinger, you give me back my book this instant!”, with her hands put on her hips, she craned her neck to look up at him, trying her best to be intimidating. ‘Looking down her nose at someone’ just like the main character of the last book she read, however that was possible. But she gave it her best shot nonetheless.

Azriel cupped her cheek with his unoccupied hand, his face now relaxed. “Gwyneth, stop it. You are too cute.”

She wanted to wipe that indulgent smile off his face desperately.

So, with her best acting, she made her eyes focus on the candle behind Az, gasping in horror and pointing. It might not have worked on him most days but his slightly delayed reaction spoke volumes about how much he really had to drink. He whipped around to the invisible threat, and as soon as his hand was within reach, Gwyn snagged the book with a triumphant laugh.

She quickly leaped away from him, pressing the book against her chest protectively.

Azriel just chuckled to himself. “Please don’t tell Cassian about that. Or anyone, really.” His eyes found hers through the dim light, slowly trailing over her face, hair and exposed legs. “You got me, Berdara.”

With only a few measured steps, he stood before her. Gwyn tightened her grip on the book just in case, but Azriel seemed to have lost interest in that. Instead, his fingers gently traced her jawline and lips.

“I’ve missed you.”, he murmured, his other hand coming to squeeze her waist. Gwyn’s breath hitched as she beheld the hunger in his gaze, the slow smile he showed her. He looked so handsome tonight with his midnight black tunic that he rolled up at the sleeves, putting his tattoos on show.

Gwyn should have been jealous that the whole of Velaris got to see him like this tonight. That he likely had to turn down a lot of invitations to peoples’ beds. But the way he looked at her made her think he didn’t care about that at all. Like he only really needed on female by his side.

“I’m sorry I didn’t go out with you.”, she said softly, swallowing down the guilt at not yet being able to cope with the masses of people a night club usually held, “But I take it you had a good time nonetheless?”

Azriel snorted, his hand now slowly exploring her neck and collarbones. “It was good, yes. You’d have enjoyed the music, I think. But it got quite crammed towards the end.”

He placed a soft kiss to her neck, pulling her even closer so she had to let go of the book and throw it on the armchair. Azriel didn’t really seem to care for their conversation right now, his lips not deviating from their mission to make Gwyn squirm.

She was already so riled up from that damned book, it didn’t take long for Azriel’s ministrations to elicit a soft moan. The Shadowsinger soaked up the noise, letting his lips finally find hers. The kiss was gentle, yet it promised something more. Gwyn could taste the bourbon on his tongue as it caressed hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Azriel’s muscular frame began to crowd her, forcing her to walk back a few steps, until her back met the wall. His kiss changed as soon as he had her caged in, completely at his mercy. It got more demanding, deeper, his hands now both running up and down her sides and disheveling her pajamas until he found a piece of bare skin he could claim for himself.

This was different than before. Usually Azriel was slower, more gentle as they made love, and Gwyn had argued with herself for some time now how to best ask him to… well, just fuck her. Because Cauldron boil her, that’s what she wanted.

And apparently, that’s what she was getting tonight. She could feel herself getting wet for him as he pressed his own arousal to her hip, showing her exactly what this situation did to him too.

“Az”, she whispered in a plea as he let go of her mouth, instead pushing up her top and bending down to welcome every inch of skin revealed with open-mouthed kisses. She’d never get used to it, being naked in front of him and feeling his lips on usually hidden areas. It made her spine tingle with excitement.

“Mh?”, he looked up for a second, his eyes wild with barely reigned-in arousal. “Sorry, should I slow down?”

Gwyn let out a stuttering breath, her hands finding his inky black hair to run through. “No, this is perfect. This is what I want.” A little pull on his roots drove the point home, hopefully.

The Shadowsinger growled – actually growled – and continued his assault on her stomach and waist, squeezing her tighter. She’d never seen him so lost in the moment, not constantly fighting for control over himself. And it made her own heart beat faster in her chest at the thrill of experiencing this side of him tonight.

Azriel huffed out a frustrated breath though at his awkward position. “Change of scenery.”

He grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up the armory instead in one quick movement, his face now level with her neck. “Better.”

Was it normal to be excited about how easily he did that, how simple it must be for him to bend her to his will?

It didn’t take long for her top to be discarded on the floor after that, her own hands helping just as much as his shadows, allowing Azriel’s hands and mouth to hone in all their attention on her breasts. He kissed, suckled and licked every bit of her, paying special tribute to her nipples and the underside of her chest. Gwyn was reduced to a moaning mess, withering beneath the heat of his mouth and trying to press her center against his stomach.

“Don’t be so fucking impatient.”, he chuckled, pinning her hips to a frustrating stop, “Jasmine took everything in stride. Not once did I read about her trying to take control.”

Gwyn glowered at him. “That’s because Reginald actually saw to her needs the minute they arose.”

The Shadowsinger stilled at her words, slowly looking up at her. “Are you saying I don’t see to your needs, priestess?”

“I’m saying that you shouldn’t assume you know everything about me and my body and what I need.” The moment the words left her, she found herself regretting them. Because really, it was unfair. Azriel did know her body like his own, and did bring her the most mind-shattering orgasms. But a little voice inside her urged her on, hoping to rile him enough to completely relinquish his gentle manners. Plus, it was fun. “Because you clearly don’t.”

Azriel smiled at her accusation in a way that did absolutely nothing to calm her down. In fact, it promised retribution.

“I don’t?”

Gwyn tried to summon some bravado. “You don’t. You’re okay, you know the basics, sure. One would hope you do after 500 years of living.”

Azriel’s eyebrows rose with every lie uttered, a manic gleam in his eyes. Oh, she was going to be in so much trouble. Her center throbbed with the certainty of that. Mother, she wanted him so badly.

But her Shadowsinger stepped back and made to grab her discarded book, leaving Gwyn shivering on the armory and covering her breasts with her arms. “How about a challenge, then?”

Gwyn stared at him with doe eyes, unsure where he’d take this.

“Looks like dear Reginald managed to make her cum”, he paused, skimming the pages again, “twice with his mouth, and once more on his cock. I’d say he knows how to please her, wouldn’t you?”

Gwyn nodded, taking in the force of nature that was Azriel. He exuded confidence as he stood there in the center of the room, his eyes drilling into hers like he might die if he can’t look at her.

“So all I need to do for you to take your uncalled for and plainly false words back is”, he stepped towards her again, his mouth whispering the challenge – the promise it held – into her ear, “prove I’m better.”

Gwyn was unwell. And it clearly showed, because Azriel already held himself like he’d won. Like he’d made her cum with just his words alone. But she also knew on thing: it wasn’t easy for her to finish. Especially not with just penetration.

“I accept the challenge. And I look forward to proving you wrong.”, she whispered back.

Azriel’s hands rose to grab hers, gently pulling them away from her chest and making them meet at the small of her back where he held them hostage. “I want to add two conditions to this. First, you can’t hold yourself back. When you feel like you need to cum, you will cum. If my shadows detect you didn’t adhere to this rule, I’ll make you pay.”

Gwyn swallowed, her mouth dry with need. She’d never heard him talk like this. But she nodded to accept his first condition. Never would she deprive herself of an orgasm just to spite him. Especially right now.

“Secondly, you will not touch me unless I explicitly allow it. I’ll need to concentrate, and I can’t very well do that with your little hand wrapped around my cock.”, Azriel gave her a stern look that had her melting and nodding her head in acceptance again.

“You can’t use your Shadows either.”, the priestess was proud she found the clarity of mind to demand this little ad-on, “Reginald didn’t have them. Only his very own skill.”

Azriel puffed out his chest. “Of course not. I’ll win this fair and square.”

Silence expanded between them and the dark room as their stared at each other in defiance. And a whole lot of infatuation. Because there was never a moment Gwyn felt more desire towards this male.

“It’s on?”, Azriel asked, looking ready to pounce.

“It’s on.”, she replied.

The word barely left her mouth before his own claimed it with a roughness that took Gwyn’s breath away. He pressed her back to the wall, spreading her legs even further to accommodate his hips and wings.  

Something told her she was about to experience what it was like to be at the mercy of an unleashed Shadowsinger. And that something was his hand, finding her throat in a grip firm enough for her to moan out her approval.

“Still”, he ground out. The space between them widened again as he stepped back to pull her shorts off her body.

When they were discarded, he took his sweet-ass time to run his eyes over her nude form. Gwyn tired her best to adhere to his command of staying put, but having the undivided attention of Azriel on her made that quite hard. Especially when his gaze snagged on her exposed center and lingered. Like he planned all the things he was about to do to her to the smallest detail.

His own hands travelled up his body and began unbuttoning his tunic, revealing inch after inch of first tattooed, then bronze skin. Gwyn strained, her whole body on overdrive. She wanted nothing more than to lunge forward, feel all of him pressed against her. But she also wanted to win.

Azriel carelessly discarded his tunic, his mirthful eyes telling her he knew exactly what his little strip show did to her. “Are you wet for me already, love?”

Hearing the low timbre of his voice felt like almost like touch in itself. Gwyn arched her back slightly. “Yes.”

“Good.”, he sank to his knees before her, his head now perfectly in line with her throbbing center, “because I’m fucking starving for you.”

Gwyn gasped as she felt the first lick of his tongue against her. Her eyes closed against her will in nothing but self-preservation. Seeing him lick her would be the death of her, she knew. And she was about to relish in his attention for as long as possible.

Azriel knew he was good with his tongue and it showed. It danced along her slit with perfect pressure, honing in on her clit and circling the tiny bud of nerves in a maddening rhythm.

“Fuck”, he growled out, pressing a harsh kiss to her opening, “I’m addicted to this. I thought about it the whole night, about you underneath me.” 

The priestess gasped and moaned as his tongue once again thought of better things to do than drive her crazy with his words. She liked the idea of Azriel pining for her, his thoughts thoroughly occupied so none other could take them up. Feelings of power and love flooded her veins and joined the pleasure he was already giving her.

Gwyn was wet beyond measure now, her juices coating her inner thighs and running down on the armory. She was certainly losing the challenge abysmally if he continued like that, but was it really losing if it made her feel like this?

Azriel’s fingers moved to join his tongue, rubbing up and down her wetness to then plunge into her. Gwyn moaned at the feel of them, the roughness of his scars providing ample friction as he pumped them in and out of her while his tongue remained firmly on her clit.

Despite her best efforts to draw this out, she felt her orgasm build ferociously.

“Watch.”, Azriel ground out so close against her still that she felt the warmth of his breath, “watch yourself cum on my tongue.”

And Gwyn did. With her eyes trained on his face, she watched as he doubled his efforts. And the sight of this powerful, gorgeous male before her, that was so thoroughly hers he was engrained into her very heart, made her shatter.

The priestess came with a shout and a plethora of flexed muscles. Azriel did his best to draw it out, continuing his fingering and licking at a more relaxed pace until Gwyn collapsed in on herself.

When she regained her senses, her eyes fell on the Shadowsinger now standing at full height again. He leaned forward, his arms propped up on either side of her thighs, a smug smile on his wet face. “Why don’t you count for us, sweetness? We can’t lose sight of the challenge now, can we?”

Gwyn nodded, her lust dampened to a manageable level again. She conceded this point way too quickly, even though it was worth it. “One.”

She silently made a pact with herself. The male needed to work for it, otherwise his ego might expand to the heavens. In fact, Azriel already looked about ready to burst with arrogance.

He stepped forward to give her a lingering kiss, his tongue caressing hers and sharing her essence with her. Gwyn itched to touch him, if only his shoulders or chest or hair or anything. But he didn’t allow it yet, and begging was so beneath her.

Azriel scooped her up carefully, walking towards the bed and laying her down on the covers. But instead of widening her thighs, her grabbed hold of her ankles and lifted them in the air, leaving her center and ass in full view again.

“Hold that for me, love.”, he said as he knelt on the bed as well. Gwyn grabbed the inside of her knees and pulled them towards her chest, mentally preparing to not come within five minutes.

“Like that. Good girl.”, he murmured almost absentmindedly, focusing on her center yet again while Gwyn’s resolve took it’s first hit. Why was he so talkative all of a sudden and why did she want to cum just to hear him call her ‘good’ again?

A kiss to her thigh quickly shut down her inner monologue. By the third kiss, her mind was putty again. The fifth landed just an inch short of where she wanted it. Then, the bastard repeated the teasing process on the other side once more. Her breathing quickened again.

“Do you know what tastes even better than your arousal?”, he asked, suspended right above her clit. His lips grazed it with every word, and Gwyn jumped in anticipation. She didn’t even register him asking a question until he pinched her butt impatiently.

“No, I don’t.”, she breathed out. She couldn’t think even if she wanted to.

“Guess.”

That bloody bastard.

“Cupcakes?”, she tried weakly. It was simply the only thing she could come up with.

Gwyn felt his laugh hit her center, but nothing else followed. “No, that’s not it. In fact, cupcakes are further down the list. Guess again.”

“Azriel, please.”

Apparently, she was not above begging. And it paid off. His finger began circling her clit tightly, hitting it with just the lowest of pressures but almost continually. A slow kind of torture as he still waited for her to take another guess.

“I don’t know. Ice cream.”, the priestess panted, absolutely over this game.

“Wrong again.”, Azriel said in a conversational tone, almost like he wasn’t face to face with her dripping pussy and keeping her clit hostage underneath his finger. “But I realize now you’re at a disadvantage. I don’t think you’ve ever tasted it before.”

And with that, two of his fingers sank deeply into her with the most delicious friction and a borderline embarrassing squelch of wetness. He crawled up her body then and held out his fingers to her lips.

Gwyn stared at him wide-eyed, very much unsure of what to do. She read about this once, and honestly thought it too kinky to be real. But as she took in her Shadowsinger who watched her with the expression of a man possessed, she realized it wasn’t weird at all. At least not if it pleased him.

Tentatively, still waiting for him to stop her if that wasn’t what he meant, she raised her head and took his fingers in-between her lips. He didn’t stop her. If it was possible, his eyes turned even more mad as they darted between her eyes and mouth. “That’s it, love.”

Gwyn closed her lips around his fingers and began to suck lightly while drawing back. A tangy-sweet taste filled her mouth and she didn’t know who released a more strained moan between them. Her tongue darted out to tease the slit his fingers formed, lapping up even more of herself and Azriel ground his erection against her in a movement that seemed almost involuntary.

She honestly didn’t care for the taste, but it was better than she anticipated and seemed to drive him out of his mind. So, she took the opportunity. A distracted Azriel was a sloppy Azriel.

The priestess barely contained her smirk as she went to town on his fingers, moving up and down like she would on his cock and using her tongue to gently caress the ridges of his skin. Azriel didn’t stop her. In fact, he looked like he was put under a spell, only his hips moving against her center and finally giving her a bit more friction.

Suddenly, Az yanked his fingers back, narrowing his eyes at her. She could feel his reprimand coming, but beat him to it. “Don’t you dare. You allowed it. If not to say ‘demanded’.”

He stared at her a while longer, before conceding the point. “Fine. But then I’m not to blame for this.”

Gwyn was about to ask what ‘this’ meant, but Azriel slid down her body again, disappearing from view behind her legs. Her lower lips were spread, her overstimulated and puffy center back in view, and Azriel dove right in.

This time, nothing about his movements felt calculated. He simply lapped up every ounce of liquid that dripped out of her, wanting to be in multiple spots at once. Azriel moaned in abandon, almost as wildly as Gwyn herself, plunging his tongue into her and drinking directly from the source. His nose and stubble grazed her simultaneously as he licked her walls like he owned them.

“Azriel”, the priestess moaned out his name, fighting hard to not move her hips in time with his licks. She felt like she was floating on pleasure.

The Shadowsinger let up from her entrance, his fingers taking up a slow and torturous caress up and down her slit. Gwyn was about to wonder why he didn’t use his tongue anymore when she felt it again – lower.

Every thought of shame or panic left her though, as his tongue circled her puckered hole tentatively first, then with more rigor when she didn’t object.

They had talked about this before at some point as the topic came up in one of her novels as well. And she expressed her general interest in it, not really sure how it would feel. She’d have asked him to do this earlier if she’d known.

Her muscles twitched with all their might. The pleasure he wrung from her clit was somehow amplified by the delicate skin around her bottom and Azriel’s mouth licking and kissing around it, focusing on the thin piece of skin that separated her pussy from it once in a while.

If the feeling of it didn’t drive her insane enough, the fact that Azriel seemed to take so much pleasure in it too took her over the edge. He never even raised his head for air, never stilled his fingers and reacted to every twitch of her, adjusting his ministrations accordingly.

He played her like his favorite instrument, and she ate her previous words with each slide of his fingers and tongue. The male knew what he was doing, and she was so fucking lucky.

After a few minutes of this blissful torture, she couldn’t hold back anymore and came again with an intense wave of release. Goosebumps littered her skin and she shouted Azriel’s name into the abyss in testament of his devotion.

She let her legs fall open to each side, not caring for her compromising position as she tried to catch her breath. And her sanity.

Azriel perched between her legs, gently caressing her calves as he grinned at her.

“Well done, love. How many?”

Gwyn released a shaky breath. “Two and a half.”

His grin widened ever more. “And a half, huh?”

The priestess nodded. Usually, they called it a day after one or both of them came twice. She didn’t even know if it was possible for him to drag another orgasm out of her. But as Gwyn looked at Azriel again, at how he made to unlace his trousers and setting himself free, she had the feeling she’d give him another half a point for simply seeing him in all his naked glory. Or maybe a thousand.

She scootched higher up the bed, boldly watching him strip completely. The Shadowsinger finally discarded his trousers, shoes and underwear, and Gwyn had to fight to not let her own hand slip between her legs at the sight. How was it possible she was already aroused again?

“Since you were so good this whole time, I’ll let you decide how I take you.”, Azriel said in a low voice, his hand coming up to his cock and pumping languidly. She itched to crawl forward and lick off the beads of precum that glistened on the tip.

“Can I ride you?”, she breathed, already sitting up without waiting for an answer.

The Shadowsinger chuckled at her eagerness, but his eyes betrayed his nonchalant façade. He was quick to take up her previous place on the bed, dragging her on top of him instantly and with so much force she nearly fell on his face.  

Gwyn wasted absolutely no time. She slid onto him like he was molded just for her, engulfing him in her wetness until he was sheathed completely. Both moaned at the feeling of finally being united like this, and the priestess rocked back and forth just slightly to get used to him again.

Azriel watched her from below, his hands resting on her hips. His own breathing sounded a bit labored too, Gwyn thought with satisfaction, and he held her still with straining muscles.

“Cauldron, Gwyn.”, he ground out, his head falling back against the pillow in surrender. Or what Gwyn interpreted as such. Because just a few seconds after-

“Oh, Gods!”, Gwyn gasped as he drove himself up and into her, leveraging himself against the bed and taking control from her entirely. He set a punishing pace, thrusting into her again and again with no resistance. The priestess fell onto his chest from the force of him, moaning with abandon.

He felt so good inside of her, so perfect, hitting all the right spots.

Azriel gazed up at her, his features set in barely restrained ferocity. He looked so beautiful, sweating and panting, his ruffled hair sticking to his forehead, neck and chest flexed.

Gwyn relished in the feel of him, moving in tandem with his thrusts to force him even deeper.

“Fuck, I’m close.”, the Shadowsinger growled.

But Gwyn wasn’t quite there yet. “I need more.”

Azriel’s sharp gaze focused on her, and he immediately relinquished his thrusting to let her take over again. Which was just what she needed. With a heavy, unrestrained moan, Gwyn began to ride him at a slower pace, angling her hips so that her clit brushed against his pelvis every time.

And gods, did that feel good.

Her orgasm built again, different this time with the additional weight of his length inside of her. And judging by Azriel’s face, he was with her.

With a shout that surely informed the rest of the house what they were up to, Azriel raised himself up, flinging his arms around Gwyn and came hard. The priestess was quick to follow, pressing him closer against her. Her walls fluttered around him, making sure he spilled every drop of himself.

Both panted, still cradled in each other’s arms until their breathing returned to normal.

Azriel pulled back first, finding her eyes as usual. “All good?”

“Perfect.”, she sighed, pressing an innocent kiss to his lips.

“What’s the score, Berdara?”, he asked, trying to summon some bravado as he prepared to receive a stellar review.

Gwyn released a laugh. “I’ve lost count.”

“So, am I officially a better lover than Reginald?”, Azriel brushed his nose against her cheek before nuzzling into her neck in a playful manner.

Gwyn smiled to herself, finally free in caressing his neck and shoulders to her heart’s content. Which, she decided, she was going to do for the foreseeable future.

“Reginald who?”

#gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #gwynrielweeks2024 #azriel #acotar

[batbabydamian]

🦇🐥 Batman and Robin (2023) #5 rambling and a conspiracy theory lol

tbh this is the most exciting issue for me since…the first one 💀 i’m going to talk about the story and art separately because Nikola Cizmesija’s one of my favorite action focused comic artists so this issue’s a treat 😭

Alfred used to mediate during a lot of Bruce and Damian’s early relationship, so it’s refreshing to see Bruce take more initiative involving himself in Damian’s life even if it’s for a case lol

a couple instances of Alfred’s fatherly support on behalf of Bruce and Damian from Batman and Robin (2011) #2, 4, 39 and Teen Titans (2016) #1

Damian seems to take Bruce's involvement more as a sign he’s not reliable rather than Bruce finally just. being around to help him. which is fair 😭

this is complementary to Cizmesija’s art, but i love this half of the page so bad 😭 the negative space and the shaded foreground with Damian mid-run gives this feeling of time kinda stopping for us to really feel the impact of Damian’s entrance AND the effect it has on Bruce, like!! that wide eyed expression in the below panel!! 😭

Bruce’s quiet “you can do it, son” to A FULL BODY CHEER OF “GO, DAMIAN!” Bruce witnessing Damian be great outside of Robin, and on top of that it’s just another mundane moment that Bruce has wanted with Damian 😭

this is such a goofy bully line sdfgh though the whole “broken” bit might be a callback to Batman and Robin (2011) #1, in that Bruce is really trying to do his job as a father here or i'm likely reading way too into it

SO the “shocking ending” of Zach being Zsasz’s kid was definitely a surprise but then got me wondering what is up with Williamson doing reveals of new kids for villains lol otherwise, the hints in the issue were neat!

the tally marks!! at least tallying blocks is pretty innocent compared to kills 😭

and Damian would recognize how Zsasz moves, since he’s personally fought him before in Streets of Gotham (2009)!! very much not in a sport, but uh maybe it was to Zsasz

the art!! first a shoutout to the colorist Rex Lokus for giving Damian his green eyes and maybe melanin (it didn’t look consistent throughout so i say maybe)!! 😭 also a Talia by Cizmesija!! even though this panel calls her a “not great” teacher…💀

SUCH A FUN PAGE 😭 i’ve been into montage scenes lately lol and i love how quickly Cizmesija establishes Damian’s routine - Tues, Wed, and Fri are the funniest for me!! Damian grumpily getting lectured by his teacher in the foreground while his classmate’s still visibly steaming from the hit he took LOL, DAMIAN’S BUG EYED STARE WITH HIS SUNGLASSES UP, and then Damian looming. stealthily. in a tree. while some kid is blatantly pointing him out HAHA 😭

Cizmesija’s use of motion lines and effects when conveying movement is so cool!! the shonen manga vibes jumps out!! the smoke/dust trails following the movements; the limbs and soccer ball having a sort of blur effect with the motion lines. V COOL.

which leads to my favorite part of Cizmesija’s work - HIS IMPACT SHOTS!!

more motion lines and effects!! the splatter effects!! the arcs!! the jolting impacts!! GRRAAHH!! the setup to that impact shot of Zach's block is so great, and then following with Damian's reaction!! i almost wish that "???" wasn't there, just because that expression of stunned silence already feels so loud!!

last thoughts about Cizmesija's art is that i'm really hoping for a showdown between Damian and Zach next issue because i need to see a Damian fight scene in Nikola Cizmesija-fashion 😭 we get a taste of it with Orca and soccer but i NEED MORE LOL for now, dropping the moment when Damian overpowers Zsasz, in Batman: Streets of Gotham #11 since it was such an epic moment

okay SLAPPING MY CONSPIRACY BOARD!! so on another note Principal Stone being Shush is starting to feel like a red herring and Ms. Heather Hall could actually be Shush. Shush’s main point about Damian as his instructor was emphasizing how much potential he has, but the “wrong” influence could affect that

Stone and Hall have made the same observation about Damian’s potential, but the difference is how they address that - one wants Bruce to be more involved while the other wants Bruce to back off

Stone acknowledged Damian can take care of himself but still wants Bruce to step up in Damian’s life; Hall says it’s okay to be a helicopter parent BUT implies giving Damian space (which we already know Bruce has given so much of after Alfred’s death to the point of neglect 😭)

Hall even suggests moving Damian on to college, which would estrange Damian further. also idk how Damian kicking his teammates/bullies asses at soccer is really “making friends” lol

and of all the subjects she’s teaching, it’s AP Biology - according to the current case Batman and Robin are working on, which is centered around DNA-sequencing, it makes Hall the perfect accomplice to Langstrom

this is where my brain started reaching because i laughed at first at how specific that comparison is, but then it just made me think of how Shush’s first introduction was sniping Bruce LOL anyway, Bruce’s reaction is me 😭

one more Cizmesija appreciation panel - the lil running effects behind Damian :)

#rambling #CONTINUING CONSPIRACY THOUGHTS adding an anomaly like Zach to the soccer team would justify Damian joining them #otherwise he’d join and then he would find nothing but soccer if Stone really isn’t Shush #if im wrong then WHOOPS LOL i do find Ms. Hall's support for Damian sweet so i wouldnt mind tho Damian being wrong would suck asdfg #now that i think about it Damian going to college would be a neat development. let him study to be a veterinarian or artist or smth lol #the other action focused artist i would LOVE to see give Damian a fight scene is Daniele Di Nicuolo 😭 #I EAT HIS ART UPPP #where Cizmesija is heavily shonen manga influenced Nicuolo is heavily shonen anime influenced esp like Trigger studio artists YUM

[milks-thoughts]

Okayyy!!! Thank you! I’m requesting fluff but it’s good to know just in case =v=

could I request Rise!Leo with an autistic s/o who stims his name and mimicks his churring? Like he walks in the room and they’re just like “Leo! :D leoleoeoeoeoeoeeoleooooooooo” with lil grabby hands

SO I’m basing this off my stimming, I hope this was what you were hoping for!

TW: none! this I just pure unadulterated fluffiness

Copy Cat

✭ loves your stims

✭ and the fact it’s about him? obsessed

✭ it’s like the feeling you get when you come to a dog Y’know? just that this one person can be so excite about his existence

✭ congratulations you are a criminal you stole Leo’s heart. especially when you mimic his churrs

Hanging out at the lair was something you did quite often since you met the bros. You were sitting on a beanbag, just letting the world around you go on sparing a few glances up here and there. You flicked your eyes up once and saw your darling entering the room “ Leo! “ you said excitedly your hands jittering a bit as you squirmed “ leoleoleoleoleoleoooo! “ Leo smiled fondly at your antics and lifted you up out of the beanbag like you weighed nothing, peppering small kisses on your face. Squealing you squirmed out of his arms and landed back on the plush beanbag, making grabby hands so he lays down and joins you. Leo smiled in delight and laid down next to you. Putting his head in your lap as Leo’s body stretched onto the next beanbag. Taking up two of them, you started to rub at his scalp, like someone would course through your hair. Leo churred as he read the comic, a rush of happiness hit you and you tried to mimic the noise. Leo looked up in surprise a blush covering his face, the color was slightly covered by his blue mask. He looked back at his comic as the two of you churred together. Eventually you stop and just start playing with his mask tails, Leo is still lovestruck. He has figurative hearts in his eyes as he scanned the comics pages, not entirely focused on it. “ have I told how much I love you? “ you glance down in surprise, you’ve been told by your boyfriend that he loves you before. But never in this situation. You always joke how you stole Leo’s heart but maybe, just maybe, he stole yours instead.

#leo x reader #fluff #holy crap this was fun to write #<3 #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #rottmnt #rise leo #rottmnt leo

[smolwritingchick]

Smol Brainstorm: Jennie The Jock

Author's Note: Found a smol brainstorm based on BTS Run Episode 11. This episode is so funny lol. Can't wait to write the full episode when I get there.

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For today’s Run episode, the members filmed inside a classroom where the skit is about a female transfer student, and the rest of the members had to make a good impression on her. Jennie was beyond excited and received the role of a Jock for this skit. Meanwhile, Suga was chosen as the female transfer student which made everyone laugh. For filming, the members wore school uniforms while Jen wore a long-sleeved BTS jersey and track pants to portray that she was into sports.

For the skit, she sat behind Suga and next to RM. Jen couldn’t keep a straight face as she had to cover her mouth and not laugh out loud during filming. Because of her, it had to take quite a few retakes, and the staff was bound to show a montage of bloopers for the episode.

As the skit went on, V grabbed a chair and sat next to Suga. His character was a nerd and the smartest student in the class.

“You know the exam is in two days, right?” V asked.

“It’s in two days?” Suga repeated.

“I’ll teach you English. I am good at it,”

“You’re good at English?” he asked with suspicion.

“I’m pretty good at it,”

“What does this mean?” he pointed out a word in V's book.

“Classification. It means to categorize,” V spoke the word fluently.

Jennie smiled softly and nodded in approval at V’s English. 

‘As expected from my bestie,’ she thought.

“To categorize?” Suga repeated.

“What do you think about a guy like me?” V randomly asked and removed his glasses. “And these…these are the glasses I’ve had for the past 19 years,”

“How old are you?” Suga called out, which made V pause.

‘Eyes wavering.’

“I’m 19 years old,” he answered.

‘He’s been wearing them since he was born.'

Slowly putting her head down, Jen muffled her laughter. This skit was ridiculous and V was effortlessly funny.

‘Jennie can’t hold it together!’

“These help you to concentrate really well,” V went on.

“Thanks,” Suga put the glasses on his head.

“But even with these, I haven’t been able to concentrate ever since you arrived. I’ll only concentrate on you from now on.”

“Go back to concentrating on your studies,” Suga rejected him and handed the book back.

V began to flip through the pages, chattering on until Jungkook stood up.

“She said to focus on your studies,” Jungkook, portraying a tsundere guy, stated and lightly pushed V. “Go back to your seat,"

‘Jeon Jungkook: Cold on the outside but sensitive inside.’

Suddenly Jungkook took off his jacket and placed it on Suga’s desk.

“It’s cold. Put this on,” he bluntly said.

“I think I like your shirt better,” Suga replied while Jennie covered her mouth to muffle her giggles.

‘The cool guy is taken aback and peeks under his shirt.’

“You can have these instead,” Jungkook began to take off his shoes and placed them on Suga’s desk. Once he was seated, Jungkook grabbed two small boxes of food and gave them to him as well. “I picked this up on the way. Have it. Oh, lastly…don’t catch a cold,”

Suga watched as Jungkook tossed a hot pack on the desk and responded, “I think you’re going to catch a cold. It’s minus two degrees Celsius outside,”

Once it was her cue, Jennie had stopped spinning her basketball and placed it down. Standing up, she picked up Jungkook’s jacket and shoes. Tossing the shoes on Jungkook’s desk and throwing his jacket on top of him, she turned to Suga.

“Anyway…” she showed no remorse for what she did to the Golden Maknae and had her full attention on Suga.

Jungkook, in character, did not take too kindly of her actions and stood back up to confront her.

“Did you just throw this at me?” he demanded with annoyance in his voice.

Turning around to look up at him, she responded, not intimidated, “I did. And your time talking with her is up so take a seat,” she gestured. “And if you don’t move, well then I have no problem moving you myself,"

They faced off while Jen crossed her arms. It appeared like neither of them was going to let up as they slowly began to glare at each other. But soon after the two lovers snickered and broke character as a series of laughs escaped them.

“You made me laugh!” She giggled as the director yelled cut.

“You made me laugh!” Jungkook responded with a huge grin.

Once getting situated again, Jennie and Jungkook refilmed their face-off and Jungkook took his seat again but made a promise that this standoff was not over. Smiling victoriously, Jennie turned back to Suga.

“You ball?” she challenged.

Suga flipped his short wig. “Better than you,”

Licking her lips, Jennie briefly struggled to keep a straight face as her body wanted to let out a laugh.

“Oh? Is that so? Want to test that theory? You. Me. One on one after school. Basketball court. Best out of 10 points. 1 point per shot, no matter what kind of pointer it is. If I win, we’re going on a date,”

#smol brainstorm #smol drabble #smol oneshot #jungkook fluff #jungkook x oc #bts 8th member

[aealzx]

Better Genes part 29.1

Part 1 of 3 extra, illustrated writing additions to the Better Genes comic.

Takes place between page 29 and 30.

Contains: Use of sedatives, character injury, blood, TV Medicine, TV Science, panic attack, mutation body horror, injured eye, severely sprained ankle, overall body pain

Comic: Start     pg 26-29  

Writing:  Part 2    Part 3

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I got a couple comments about being excited for monster Donnie content (despite mentioning that there wasn’t going to be much) and felt kind of bad for not having much. ;v; There was no way I was going to add another 30 pages or more to the comic though, especially since I’ve never even tried to do fight scenes in comic form before. X’D

So instead I wrote 8 pages and drew 3 more flat colored pics as a sort of middle ground.

Talking with my platonic waifu, since the comic is on tumblr I���m also going to put the writing on tumblr instead of AO3 despite it being long because cross platform content can be annoying. Everything will be split into 3 posts, underneath a read more break to hopefully not stretch the screen a horrendous amount.

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(Story and drawing under the cut)

With a quick swish of his temporarily manifested blade, Leo opened a portal to the part of the sewers that was a short distance from where he’d sent Donnie. He didn’t want to pop in right next to him and startle him into attacking them after all. It would be better if they could sneak up on him and pop a few rounds of sedatives into him first. Unfortunately, when Leo stepped through the portal he was greeted with Casey’s back coming in hot directly at his face, having gotten bodily launched across the sewer tunnel by Donnie’s clawed hand. With a startled, halfway muffled yelp, Leo dodged to the side slightly and flung an arm up quick enough to catch Casey and help him regain his footing instead of crashing into the others filtering through the portal as well.

“Alright there Case?” Leo asked with a forced grin, trying to remain optimistic despite the scene before him being the unwanted route. So much for sneaking up on their brother.

“Sorry Master-! Ah… Sorry Leo. He noticed we were following him and got angry,” Casey babbled hurriedly. His upbringing made him quick to give an update on the situation, which also ended up answering Leo’s unasked question about what had ticked Donnie off.

“Yeah, that sounds like Donnie,” Leo chuckled, removing his hand from supporting Casey now that he had his balance back. “He always was quick to lash out when we got in his space when he didn't want us there. Too bad it’s time for his medicine, so we can’t give into his cranky wishes for alone time,” he added dramatically, gesturing to the injection pens Mikey had now that he and April had joined them as well. “We got the antibodies, so we’re ready to take him down and bring him back home. Thanks for sticking it out until now.”

Casey’s expression turned into a sheepish yet grateful smile, but before he could respond Raph’s bellowing voice echoed through the tunnel from close by.

“LEO! You didn’t mention he’d grown another meter!” Raph complained emphatically as he was grappling Donnie’s mutated mouth with ninpo covered hands. He didn’t fancy getting bitten by Donnie’s new set of fangs, considering his original set of teeth already did enough damage when he was legitimately angry. And if Raph knew anything about Donnie’s levels of anger, then he would guess Donnie was beyond pissed at the moment. That combined with his new size made grappling him a losing battle, Raph’s heels dragging paths in the dirt as he was shoved backwards.

“I figured that was rather self explanatory considering what he got infected from,” Leo sassed back, loading one of the sedative darts into the gun and taking aim. He was hesitant to fire with Raph directly in the path, but luckily for both of them a quick snap from Splinter’s tail saved Raph from being Donnie’s new chew toy. The forward momentum was broken, and Raph quickly opened his hands as Donnie’s head was knocked to the side.

As April rushed forward, her name belted from her lips, Leo figured he should pass a word of caution to them all just so it would be explicitly known. “Try not to piss him off too much please. We need him rather still for Mikey to administer the antibodies,” he warned, pulling the trigger on the tranquilizer gun when he felt he wasn't going to hit anyone but the intended target. He ended up wincing in apology the dart smacked Donnie in the side of the nose, causing him to recoil slightly from the sting before shaking the dart dart off and turning to snarl at Leo.

“...Maybe you shouldn’t shoot him in the face then,” Casey commented lightly with a weak chuckle, a slight tease, and an analytical pause for an opening before he ran forward to join the fray once more.

“Okay, so aiming in real life is a lot different from video games,” Leo defended with a sheepish shrug. Donnie apparently thought that was enough of an offense to warrant revenge, for he started to charge towards Leo, causing him to start backing up. “Mikey, I need a weight estimate.”

“Got it!” Mikey chirped, securing the injection pens into his belts and darting forward to dash towards Donnie before feinting to the side. Considering Donnie was way too tall for him to grapple anything but his arms or legs now, Mikey had coiling chains wrap around Donnie’s middle as additional ones helped fling him overhead. Twisting in the air, Mikey latched onto the handholds he’d created and used them and his momentum to heave Donnie into a rather gentle toss a few meters away. “Uhhhh….He’s kinda like one of those tiny smart car things?” Mikey called back to Leo after landing on his feet again in a crouch. “When do I start poking him?”

A smart car? That was a weird comparison. But it actually made sense when Leo remembered Mikey’s usual choice of throwing arsenal. But that definitely wasn’t something he knew the weight of by memory. Which meant he was digging his phone out of his shell for a quick internet look up. “As soon as you’re confident you can hold it in place for 8 seconds,” Leo answered, half distracted by the phone. About 700 kilograms? Well, it was better than a complete guess. He’d just have to play on the safe side and maybe do one or two doses less than calculated for that weight. Loading another sedative dart as he calculated the maximum quantity he was allowed to use in his head, he tried to push away the usual second guessing his brain did. Based on the tests he’d done in Donnie’s lab with the left over blood sample, the mutated physique caused him to have a slightly accelerated metabolism rate with the sedatives, and therefore he should be able to safely use 8 darts before he risked an overdose. Now that he had a set number Leo raised the gun and fired another dart, stabbing Donnie in the crook of his shoulder. 

That made two.

This felt too slow. Half of his team was already worn down somewhat, and he was taking too long to aim and wait for an opening with all of them swarming around Donnie like flies on old cheese. Every time they tried to break away from him though he was immediately lashing out at one of them, causing the others to rush back in to support. Sliding another dart into the gun’s slot, Leo started walking towards his brother, hoping that closing the distance would make it easier and faster to hit him with more sedatives. It would also be great if he didn’t have to reload the gun after every single shot. But Donnie apparently hadn’t made the gun for rapid fire. Unusual for him honestly. Taking aim, Leo’s focus was split as he pulled the trigger when Raph gave an unusually pain filled yelp. Donnie’s new tail had caught him in the side of the head, close enough to the tunnel wall to bounce him off the surface slightly. It was enough to cause Leo to suck in a tense breath, knowing that Raph’s scar was fragile, and look towards him before the trigger was fully pulled. Consequently, the third shot ended up missing, crashing into the opposite wall and probably snapping the needle. That was fine. That’s why they filled an excessive amount of darts. There were more important issues at the moment.

“Raph?” Leo called in a nervous question, seeing his older brother pushing a palm against his right eye.

“I’m okay!” Raph assured, keeping his palm in place until the sting subsided, then pulled his hand away. While he checked to see if there was any blood on his fingers, Donnie’s back foot knocked him over and ended up using him as a pedestal to stand on while he avoided April’s swinging bat. Raph’s breath left him in a huff, and he wrapped his arms around Donnie’s toes to try and relieve the pressure on his chest.

Figuring he should help Raph out, Leo dashed forward as Mikey lept into a split arc over the top of Donnie, apparently having the same goal. Splinter was focused on keeping Donnie from hurting the others, knocking his clawed hand away when he swiped at April. “Boy! You better watch where you're swinging those!” April hollered, having ducked and shielded her head before realizing Splinter had protected her.

“Try not to hurt him too much, it’s still Donnie!” Leo hollered in return, rushing to dive underneath Donnie in a slide while also pointing the tranquilizer gun at him half blindly and pulling the trigger while barely missing getting swatted instead. Being this close to him it would be hard to miss. Or at least he hoped as such. But he also needed to check and make sure Raph was okay. Skidding to a stop next to Raph, Leo allowed Raph to use his ninpo to shove Donnie’s foot off himself before he took a glancing look at his squinting eye.

#my art #my writing #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #better genes #better genes add on #Leo #Raph #Mikey #April #Casey #Donnie #Medic Leo #use of sedatives #written eye injury

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Btw just changed up the page navigation layout for The Talk comic !! I’ll make a master post of all the pages after the comic is finished bc LMAO all those links increasing every page killed me

#cal rambles #i cant believe I was like YEAHH I’ll just sketch the next four pages and then finish them later in the week to naturally space them out! #and then I proceeded to finish FOUR WHOLE PAGES in one day LMAO #i had to change the layout bc I had the realization that I was gonna need to put EIGHT LINKS on one post #and I would have to do it AFTER I posted bc otherwise the post would get voided from the tags #so I was like MAN. I CANT DO THIS BRO #so I changed it to a first page previous page next page system LMAO #also yes get ready for the next three comic pages in the next week <3 #if ur actually this far into my ramblings I’m impressed LMAO #I’ll throw u a bone then: the next one will come out tomorrow and then on Monday and then on Thursday or Friday idk I haven’t decided #whatever I feel like by then in the week #but yaaaay exciting there’s only three more pages I gotta draw before this comic is done #and I’ll move on to the next story beat in the doodle dot au verse :3c #I’m gonna be honest this is gonna be a lil dramatic #like yes v cute au but also I LOVE oak family feels ok #i promise I’ll do something funner after this comic is done <33 #i just very much needed to establish Dot’s complicated relationship w/ Lark and Sparrow first and foremost I think #OH and I don’t think I ever established this in the comic #but yeah Normal and Hero were immediately grounded LMAOOOO #that’s why they’re not at the table w/ Dot #they were banished to their rooms so the Adults™️ could ‘deal with the situation’ #of course Normal hated this btw #but Dot convinced him to go

[lou-struck]

Aren't They Perfect?

Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Inspired by the Greek myth of Pygmalion and Galatea

~You get hit with a quirk that makes a marble copy of you. But is that all it really does? 

~This is my Submission for @dark-mnjiro's Taste of Divine Rush Collab. LINK HERE

WC: 4.3k

WARNINGS: Lots of swearing, Mental health is discussed heavily, reader has low self esteem to begin with but it is twisted into obsession thanks to the quirk, multiple voices in reader's head, reader passing out, injury, intentionally skipping a meal, really creepy marble statues, reader goes temporarily crazy. 

A/n: This fic is inspired by Ovid’s epic tale of Pygmalion and Galatea, but it is not a retelling. The projection of the reader's feelings in a way gives life to the statue. 

There is just something so innately adult about walking through the bustling city streets holding a drink carrier. A few people spare you a glance and step out of your path so you do not spill the sweet caffeinated liquid. 

You can see the tall tinted windows of your boyfriend’s Hero Agency off in the distance. It’s a bit out of the way from your usual commute, but Katsuki had forgotten his wallet on the kitchen counter this morning, so you thought it would be best to drop it off for him as well as a cup of coffee and an overpriced croissant from the cafe’s display case.

Noble intentions aside, you are mostly just stopping by to see his grumpily handsome face before he has to go out on patrol.

The doors part for you as you are overwhelmed by the high-pitched shrieks of what looks to be a whole class of elementary schoolers, who look so excited to be visiting your boyfriend’s hero agency. It’s a bit unnerving to see dozens of children just wandering the office halls. Field trips may be normal occurrences for other hero agencies, but this is Dynamite’s Agency we are talking about. Katsuki Bakugou isn’t known for his child-friendly language. 

Speaking of child-friendly language, you spot a frazzled middle-aged woman with bright orange hair and an electric blue dress who mouths what can only be an f-bomb as she runs around trying to wrangle all the students. 

But when they see you, a new face in the building, many of them stop in their tracks and begin to wave at you and smile with gap-toothed grins. 

“Hi there, I’m Ovid.” a little boy with long black curls poking out from underneath his red baseball cap says, stepping forward. “Are you a hero?

You shake your head, “Nope, just dropping something off for Dynamite.”

At the mention of the explosion hero, they look excited and start looking around, chattering amongst themselves.

You shoot the lady from earlier (who must be their teacher) a sympathetic glance as she tries to calm down the once again rowdy students who seem to have forgotten you were there.

Head off down the sunlight hallway; the office seems like a second home after all the hours you have spent with Katsuki. There are little touches of you all around the building, ranging from the artwork you have picked out to the blooming houseplants that rest by the tall windows. 

The blinds inside his office are drawn, which tells you he is inside, most likely reading one of the romance novels he keeps hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk. 

As you push open the door, you hear the slight crinkling of pages and the closing of his desk drawer. The familiar noise made you smile; you were right.

He looks up quickly from his desk, ready to yell at whoever disturbed his peaceful morning, but quickly clams up when he notices just how sweetly you are standing in the doorway.

“Did you really have to sneak up on me like that?” he asks, stepping out from behind the desk, “I almost blasted ya into next week.”

“Your poor sidekicks, do you treat all of them like this when I am not here?” You laugh, raising an inquisitive brow at the solid wall of muscle and spiky hair in front of you.

“Only the dumb ones,” he mumbles, and you really aren’t sure if he is telling the truth or not.

“You have visitors,” you hum, holding out his pastry and drink for him to take.

“I don’t wanna deal with any damn brats this morning,” he grumbles, taking a deep swig from his coffee cup. You smile at his words, knowing that he was the one who signed off on allowing the elementary students to come visit his agency.

“I got your wallet,” you say, reaching into your bag and pulling out the heavy black leather pouch. 

“I know,” He smiles wickedly, taking it from you and tossing it carelessly behind him. “I knew you would bring it over when you saw it.”

Wow, did you, a full-grown adult, really leave your wallet behind just so I would take the time to visit you at work?”

“Yeah, so what?” he shrugs, casually wrapping his arms around you. And you think to yourself just how childish he can be sometimes. Maybe he should go and spend some time with the elementary schoolers downstairs for a bit.

Your gaze drifts to the clock on the wall. “Oh shit, I gotta go,” you say, twisting out of his grasp easily, not spilling a drop of coffee as you do so. 

“You know,” he pouts, puffing out his cheeks and exhaling, “you wouldn’t have to leave me so much if you just got a job here.”

You smile softly, having had this conversation at least a dozen or so times since he opened the place, “If we worked together, we wouldn’t last. You’re way too bossy.”

Although you say the words teasingly, you know that’s not the reason why you don’t want to spend more time with him; Even since you started seeing each other, there has been this little voice in your head nagging you and telling you something you are sure everyone else says. 

‘Katsuki Bakugou is too damn good for you, and everyone knows it.’

But you have been trying to fix that little problem by doing whatever you can to better yourself. You are up for a promotion at work, and if you get it, you could be seen as more worthy of the Hero.  

“Bossy?” he states, pulling you from your thoughts, “I’m only bossy when these extras don’t know what they’re supposed to be doing.”

He opens the door for you and leads you down the hallway from which you came. Glancing in the reflection of the dark conference room mirror, you see a million and one imperfections. 

Does he see them too?

From down the hallway, you hear the teacher from earlier calling after one of her students. “Ovid, come back here.”

Turning head, you see the little box with the red baseball cap rushing down the hallway. 

“Mr. Dynamite, Mr. Dynamite,” he calls, smiling happily. “Check out my quirk.” a soft gray light begins to crackle at his fingertips as he runs towards the two of you. 

It is just so adorable to see the little guy trying to show off his quirk to his childhood hero; you smile. But Katsuki’s eyes widen in concern.

“Hey, slow down. Stop running before you~” he starts to stop the boy, but it is too late; the pair of little feet rushing towards you trip over themselves, sending him crashing to the ground and his quirk directly at you. 

Your coffee hits the ground before you do…

~

You are awakened by the soft sound of the hospital monitors checking your vitals. Everything feels a bit fuzzy as you try to remember what exactly happened to put you in this condition. 

The last thing you remember was Katsuki walking you out of the agency and then one of the kids….

Oh, right, you got hit with a quirk…

You stir just a bit as the feeling begins to return to your body. You don’t know why, but your limbs feel as heavy as stone. At your movement, you hear a breath that is not your own. 

Katsuki sits right next to the hos[ital bed, his crimson gaze staring at you intently. “You’re awake.” The relief is evident on his features as he looks you over. “How do you feel?”

“Like a million bucks.” you rasp, stretching your arms and sitting up. “How long was I out?”

“A few hours,” he replies, watching your movements carefully. “That brat was lucky his quirk was harmless.”

“Oh my god, is Ovid okay?” you ask, remembering the red-capped child. 

Katsuki scoffs, “Brat’s fine; he was just crying until the ambulance came to get you. 

“But?” there is something else he is not telling you. 

“The kid’s quirk is called Sculptor,” He sighs, “It’s supposed to be harmless, but he can make marble copies of the things he hits with it.

You nod carefully as your still-tired brain processes what he had just said, ‘So there is just a big marble sculpture of me in the middle of your agency?” you ask awkwardly.

“Nah, I had the sidekicks drop it at home until we decide what to do with it,” he says, and you grimace. 

Why would anyone want a marble sculpture of someone like you?

“Is it big?” you ask, brushing the thought away.

“It’s fuckin life-size, you gotta see it.” he laughs, the sound ugly and boisterous like a hyena as it echoes off the white walls, but it’s cute in its own way.

“When can I leave?” you ask, already thinking about how you can get the new decoration out of your hair. You heard that there are repurposing centers that can recycle the material for a low cost.

“Right now,” he smiles, helping you out of the bed. Your legs are shaky, but you are excited to get home. “I called your work, and you are off for the rest of the week, so take it easy and take a seat.” He pulls out the wheelchair from behind him and gestures for you to sit in it.

“Do I really have to do that?” you ask, looking between him and the chair, “I feel fine.”

He sighs. “It’s some damn hospital policy; they won’t let me take ya if I don’t wheel you out.”

You playfully roll your eyes and sit in the chair, it doesn’t take long for you to be discharged, but before you leave, one of your doctors stops you. 

“If you start to feel anything strange at all, don’t hesitate to come back. The child responsible is currently having his quirk reevaluated, so if anything comes up, we will contact you.”

“Thank you,” you say softly. “If anything changes, we will let you know.”

The doctor nods before leaving the two of you, taking a whole group of residents with her.

“Hey,” Katsuki asks en route to the car, “Are you sure you’re okay? You had me scared for a second.”

“Please don’t worry, I’m fine,” you say now, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Are you going to go back to the Agency when we get home?”

“Hell no, you dumbass,” he yells in the usual Katsuki fashion, still opening the car door for you like a gentleman. “I ain’t leaving you after you’ve been in the hospital.”

“I’m fine,” you huff, climbing out of the chair and into the passenger seat. 

He ignores this and drops the chair off at the front of the hospital, handing it to a flustered-looking nurse and stalking back toward the vehicle. 

No doubt ready to get rid of you…

The ride is uncomfortably silent for both of you. But as you drive down the road, you can’t help but feel drained. Especially after you pass the agency where this whole mess started. 

Your mind drifts to what must’ve happened right after you collapsed, and you clench your fist to hide your embarrassment.

You never have been a pretty sleeper; you probably don’t look that much better unconscious. You hope you weren’t too messy to deal with.

“Hey, we’re home,” he says, pulling into the garage. “Can you get out by yourself?”

You nod and slide right out of the seat.

“Tell me if you’re gonna pass out again,” he says clearly, still worried about you. 

He shouldn’t waste his valuable time thinking about you.

You walk to the door, Katsuki hovering behind you just in case you faint again. Your body feels a bit weak, but you wouldn’t tell him that. 

 If you seem like too much trouble, he may not want to be with you anymore

Or worse, he feels forced to stay with you.

You look back at him and give him your most convincing smile. “So, where is the statue?”

“The extras put it in the living room,” he answers.

“Does it really look like me?” you ask?

“I dunno; I was too worried about you to look at the damn thing.” 

Walking into the living room, you are almost blinded by the large white statue that sits right in the middle of the carpet. 

“Wow,” you say, approaching the base and running your hand along the arm of the statue. It’s smooth to the touch and soothingly cool against your kinda clammy hands.  

“You weren’t kidding when you said it was life-sized.” squinting, you get a closer look at all the little details in the marble. Everything from the coffee in your hand to the aglets on your shoelaces was turned into solid marble, but when you look at the face of this ‘copy of you,’ you don’t see a resemblance at all.

It looks plain, not like you at all. It actually looks kinda beautiful. Almost as if Pygmillion carved it out of stone himself, like in the Greek myth.

“At least it’s not naked,” you say dryly, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend in response. “But other than the clothes, I don’t think it looks like me.”

He looks a bit confused and looks between you and the statue, but you feel his gaze rests longer on the statue than on you. “It’s a damn copy, but you’re not made of stone, so, of course, it looks different.”

You shake your head no but say no more on the subject. It’s tiring to try and correct him when you know he is just trying to be nice to you. 

How could you ever look like this statue? Where are your pores, your scraps, your moles and bumps? 

You could only wish to look like it. 

The frown still sits on his face in your silence. “Well, come on, how about I make us some dinner, and we can watch a movie later or somethin?” he offers. Quality time is rare between the two of you, but for some reason, you feel like you don’t deserve it tonight.

“Umm, actually, I’m not feeling too great; I think I may just go to bed,” you mumble, stepping away from him.

“Not even dinner?” he calls as you walk into the bedroom. 

“I’m feeling kinda nauseous,” you lie, ignoring your quietly growling stomach. “I think it’s a side effect from the quirk.”

“I’ll make you some damn soup,” he says, “You need to eat somethin.”

Why is he pressuring you so much? Everything would be so much easier if he just let you go to bed. 

He doesn’t have to keep pretending to care about you.

“Katsuki,” you snap in a much louder voice than you meant to. “Just let me go to bed, it’s been a long day, and I just want to not feel like shit.”

He flinches a bit at your unusually harsh tone but stays where he is. “Fine,” he snaps back. “Excuse me for trying to help you. You’re just damn ungrateful.” His words hurt too.

But they are deserved. 

You really are ungrateful.

You just need to give him space.

Heading into the bedroom, you lie down and close your eyes. In the darkness, you lay there for a long time, just thinking about how much of an inconvenience today has been for Katsuki. He had to take the rest of the day off to take care of you, leaving him with what you can only assume to be mountains of paperwork.

Not to mention, You probably terrified those poor kids, scaring them for life. The doctors wasted a bed on you when you were completely fine.  

They should’ve just left you on the floor of the agency. You were far enough to the side you wouldn’t have been in anyone’s way.

A few tears of frustration well in your eyes; they can’t even fall properly. Dripping onto the dark pillowcase in fat, unsightly blobs.

The door opens a crack, and Katsuki comes in. 

Sneakily you wipe away your tears and act as if you are sleeping. You don’t want to say anything else to him that you regret. You’re as stiff as a board as he brushes his teeth, does his skincare routine, and changes into his sleep sweats.

The dip in the mattress tells you that he is in bed with you.

His breath is shaky, and even with your eyes closed, you feel him looking at you. 

You wish he wouldn’t. 

It could give him bad dreams.

You feel his warm, soft lips kiss your forehead tenderly. The act of intimacy makes you want to sob into his chest, but you stay composed.

You’ve always been an ugly crier.

“Goodnight, babe,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair carefully behind your ear. “You really scared me today, but I’m glad you’re okay.”

He lays back against his own pillow, and it only takes a few minutes for the soft sound of his snoring to fill the room, but you stay awake, reflecting on his last two words.

‘Are you okay?’

~

The night has been long and restless. Despite how tired you feel, you cannot for the life of you fall asleep. The stress from the day pricks your skin like needles making you feel stiff and tense.

Usually, when Katsuki’s arms are wrapped around you, you are out like a light but now…

You are just thinking about how uncomfortable he must be

Your body is too warm and clammy to be soothing

You look at him, sleeping peacefully, and sigh deeply. The intake tugging at your heartstrings in sorrow.

He probably would prefer it if you were made of something as cool as marble.

Just through the crack in the door, you see the bright white of the statue. Its milky white face visible in the moonlight.

They’re looking at you…

What an odd pair the two of you must make, The Hero and the Zero. 

It’s too much; you can’t sleep in this room tonight. Carefully you twist your way out of Katsuki's Caramel scented embrace and replace your form with a long body pillow. His brow furrows, but you are sure he’s fine. 

He’ll sleep better if you aren’t near him. 

Your feet carry you out the bedroom door and out into the living room where they are waiting; the pleasant smile on their poreless face greets you as you lay down on the faux leather couch next to it.

The moonlight illuminates their pearly white features giving them such a heavenly glow. 

You could never look that angelic.

You don’t understand how, but the statue even makes your clothes look as if they belong in a museum. Tired eyes rake over each and every last detail of the marble until sleep finally comes to you. 

~

“What the hell are you doing on the couch?” a voice asks, pulling you from your dark and dreamless sleep. Your eyes shoot open and immediately come to rest on the statue. 

Can it speak now?

You look to it for answers, but Its lips remain sealed in that mysterious little smile.

“Y/n, can you hear me?” the voice asks again. The sound coming from behind you. You reluctantly turn away from the work of art and see Katsuki. 

“Mornin Suki,” you say softly, looking up at him with lidded eyes.

You hate the way your voice sounds so early in the morning.

“I said, what the hell are you doing on the couch?” he says; he looks so hurt and confused. 

Did he want to be the first one to see it this morning?

“I couldn’t sleep,” you reply, “It was too warm with the two of us, and I didn’t want to wake you with all my tossing and turning.”

“Then why didn’t you sleep in the guest room? It’s creepy to be out here layin’ next to that creepy statue.”

Creepy? This statue is perfect. It’s better than you will ever be; how can he so easily insult it. 

What does he say about you behind your back?

“You’ve been acting strange,” he says, looking at you with concern. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

“I’m fine, just tired,” you say, using the same excuse you gave him last night. “I couldn’t sleep; I think I’m just gonna lay down and go back to bed.”

You should’ve just said that, but of course, you and your big mouth had to add one more little comment.  

“God knows I could use some beauty sleep.”

Your words seem to echo through the apartment, but your stature gives you a little smile of approval. What you said is true, but why does Katuski look so mad?

You are beautiful.” he says, stepping closer. He looks at you with such a sickenly pitiful expression, and he doesn’t touch you at all. He just stares.

You stay there in silence until his phone starts to ring. He answers it at the first chime.

No doubt waiting for an excuse to be away from you

“I have to take this; I’ll be right back, okay,” he says, putting the phone to his ear and leaving the room.

Alone again with the statue, you give it your full attention once again, turning your head to admire it from a different angle.

How could he say it is creepy?

 He settles for you; why doesn’t he just enjoy the You that You could never be?

It’s then you catch a speck of dust settled on the tip of its nose in the sunlight. 

It’s dirty…

It has a flaw…

Maybe he hates it because it reminds him of you…

You are filled with a desire to fix it, rushing to the storage closet to grab an armload of dust cloths to wipe the whole thing down.

It needs to be perfect…

At least one of you does, or else…

You are sobbing by the time you reach its base. You frantically clean the surface, wiping your hand over every inch. Your head is pounding, but through your sobs, you hear something else, 

Screaming?

Cheering?

It’s all the same now.

You are pulled away roughly from The Marble perfection, and you shriek as you are carried farther and farther away from it. Only when the bedroom door closes fully, and it is out of your sight, do you realize that Katuski was the one who pulled you away. 

He drops you gently on the bed but positions himself between you and the door, his muscles a wall of their own. 

“What are you doing?” you gasp, already trying to rush past him

“I’m helping you,” he yells back, throwing the two of you down onto the bed. This time he refuses to let you go.

He must really hate touching you like this. 

But if you clean the rest of the statue, he may love you again.

“I need to see it,” you cry, squirming in his hold, your nails scratching down his forearm hard. “I need to fix it. It’s so dirty; that’s why you don’t love it.”

“I don’t need to love a damn statue,” he hisses at the pain but still holds you closer. “I have you, and I am trying to help you.”

Help you? Is that what he calls it?

Isn’t he trying to leave you?

The fight leaves your body, and you lay limp against him. Your eyes look up at his face expecting to see anger or disgust in the depths of his crimson gaze, but you see that somewhere in your struggle, he is crying too.

“Can’t you see?” you ask in a broken whisper, “They’re perfect; if you don’t want them, then you would never want me?”

His arms wrap tighter around you, physically shaking from the restraint he has placed on his own emotions. More than “They are not real, it’s just a damn statute y/n, I don’t want them. Please, let me talk to you.” Through your exhaustion and distress, his words manage to reach you. You nod softly, not having the energy to do anything else but realize something else.

Not all your thoughts are your own…

“Thank you,” he says gently, “I just got off the phone with the teacher of the kid who hit you yesterday,” his eyes scan your face, making sure you are listening to him. “That Ovid kid’s quirk is more complicated than they realized. It does more than just make statues of the things it hits; it can mess with people’s heads if they stay too close to their own statues.”

You blink slowly, shaking away a melancholy fog you didn’t even realize had settled over you. “I-It’s the quirk?” 

He nods, holding you a bit gentler. “Yes, we gotta smash the damn thing, and you’ll feel better.”

“Smash, the statue?” you repeat. 

‘Why would you do that?’ The voice masquerading as your innermost thoughts of insecurity asks, trying to coax you back into the fog. But this time, you won’t let it.

“We are going to fuck that shit up.” he chuckles, wiping away your tears. “So you think you can do it?”

You nod, “I think so.”

“Atta girl.” his hand flies up to ruffle your hair as you giggle, weakly trying to hit it away.

As a man who appreciates some good old-fashioned destruction, Katsuki has a few sledgehammers just lying around. Once the two of you have some protective eyewear on, you are ready to head back to face the statue.

As you approach it, you take one last look at its face. 

You see the familiar curve of your nose and chin.

“It kind of does look like me,” you say as your boyfriend puts an encouraging hand on your shoulder. 

“You’re way better than this hunk of rock.” he laughs wickedly. The sound fills you with your daily dose of dopamine.

“You’re right,” you giggle, “Let’s smash it.”

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[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (15)

The sun beats down on me, the hot weight of its rays pinning me to my lounge chair, making it impossible to even think about getting up. It seems like all I do these days is sunbathe, but I’m not complaining. To be content is to be basking in the sun, my mind devoid of all thoughts except for the sound of Venetia turning the pages of Harry Potter next to me. 

With a sigh, she drops the book to the ground. 

“So?” I ask, tipping my head to look at her. 

She settles back in her chair, tipping her face back towards the sun. “It was fine, I guess. I didn’t love the ending - I mean, there’s this whole big battle and everything and then it just jumps to when they’re all like forty and have kids. Nothing in between.”

“At least you win.” I say. Not that I was ever really doubting that she was going to beat Farleigh and Felix to finishing the book by a mile - but even if the ending was kind of shit, there’s some consolation. 

“Yeah.” She says. 

I bring my arms up over my head, resting them on the back of the chair, and close my eyes. With how comfortable I am, and how warm it is, it’s all too tempting to fall asleep - but I resist. I don’t want my front to be noticeably darker than my back. 

Next to me, Venetia sighs. “So.”

“Mm?” I open my eyes, turning my head to look at her. Her bottom lip is pinched between her teeth, and her eyes are alight in the way that they always do when she has something exciting to tell me. I’ll have to do my best to act surprised when she spills. 

“I went on a walk last night.” She starts. “Just to have a cigarette, you know.”

“Of course.” I say. 

“And I was just sitting on the little stone ledge over there,” She vaguely gestures behind us, to the house. “When Ollie walks up and starts talking to me about how pretty I am and how I really should eat.” She giggles like she’s making fun of him. “It was like he was a totally different person. He was trying to dom me into eating.”

I lower my sunglasses to look at her. “Well? Is that what I should have been doing all along?”

She giggles again, this time less condescending. “Maybe.” She teases. “It might have worked better if you’d have done it. Either way,” She says, “Next thing I know, he’s going to eat me out and I tell him that I’m on my period, and he does it anyway.” She’s thoroughly excited by the novelty of it - she talks about him like she talks about limited edition designer collaborations.

I scrunch up my nose. “That must have made a mess.”

“Of course.” She flaps a hand, dismissive. “I had to take a bath, after, to get it all off of me, but - have you ever had someone do that to you before?”

“Have I had period sex?” I repeat. “That’s basically what dental dams are for, V, nobody really uses them when they’re not eating someone out on their period.”

“I mean with a guy.”  She says. 

“Of course not.” I say. 

“See?” She says. “God, he’s so…” She trails off with a smile. “I don’t know if there’s even a word for it.”

I can’t help but laugh. “What, really?” I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the chaise into the little aisle between us. “He eats you out one time and you’re trying to come up with new additions to the English language? I’ll eat you out anytime you want-”

“I know, Evie.” She teases. “You’ve said, about a million times.” Her face shifts, and she pauses. “I hope Felix isn’t mad.”

“Right.” I say. I’d forgotten what she’d told me - about the summer before this one, about the boy before Oliver. About how she was worried Felix would try and do the same thing to her with me, just to get revenge. Farleigh probably hadn’t even thought about Venetia before telling Felix.

“He seemed mad, at breakfast, but there’s no way he’s found out already.” She says. “I mean, it was just last night. No one was out but us.”

I could tell her. I should tell her - we’re best friends for a reason. We tell each other everything. But telling her is admitting that Farleigh and I watched her get eaten out. I turn it over in my head again. 

“I have something to say.” I start. “And you have to promise that you won’t get mad.” 

Venetia scoffs. “I could never get mad at you, Evie.”

“Farleigh and I saw you and Oliver last night. And I’m 100% sure that Farleigh told Felix.”

She just stares at me for a moment, and then she’s lunging forward, reaching over the spaces between our chairs to aim a flurry of slaps right at my head. I throw my arms up for protection, but it only does so much good - most of her blows land on my forearms, but my shoulder still take a beating too. 

“What the hell?” She says. 

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to see, we were just out on the roof and-”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hanging out with Farleigh last night?” She cuts me off. 

“I tried, he didn’t want me to.” I say. 

Her eyebrows shoot up at that, peeking over the top of her sunglasses. “What did he say, exactly?” Her tone switches on the dime, going from accusatory to interested in an instant. 

“No,” I say. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh, shut up.” She says, scooting to the edge of her chair so that our knees are touching. “It is so totally like that. I told you all about mine, tell me about yours. You owe me, for being a voyeuristic creep anyway.”

I roll my eyes, but give in anyway. She’s right - I do owe her, and it so totally is like that. “He didn’t really say anything. He just sort of looked at me.”

“Like how?” Venetia asks. 

“I don’t know, like…” Like he wanted to kiss me. The words dance on the tip of my tongue. I almost wish that Venetia hadn’t had a life changing head-related experience last night, just so that Farleigh and I wouldn’t have been interrupted. Then I’d know if he really was trying to kiss me, and not just a little too high. “I don’t know.”

“Mhmm.” She presses her lips together like she’s trying to hide her smile. “And what else did you guys talk about?”

“Nothing really.” I say. 

“C’mon, please?” Venetia begs, leaning closer to me. 

“He just said that we could be friends.” I say. “That was really it.”

“That’s it?” She asks, sounding disappointed. “I got ate out on my period last night and all you could get was ‘we can be friends’?” She sighs, and flops back into her chaise. “You’re so lame when it comes to guys, Evie. If Farleigh was a girl you’d have fucked by now.”

I splutter out a laugh. “I don’t-”

“You do, you so totally do, don’t even deny it, I see how you two look at each other.” She cuts me off. “I am explicitly giving you full permission to do whatever you’d like to that boy, and you’d better well use it before the end of the summer.”

I settle back in my chaise. “Okay then.”

“I mean it, Evie.”

“I’m sure you do.”

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Blinding Light Chapter Three

Hey guys! Back again with Chapter Three. Guess I’m just plowing through the writing of these. I haven’t felt this inspired in a while. It’s odd. I’m pretty excited to be writing this so we’ll see how everything goes. Hopefully, I can stay somewhat consistent. I’ve gotten some wonderful encouragement while writing this au.

Hybrids: Munchkin Cat Y/N (Omega), Fox Jin (Omega), Panther Yoongi (Alpha), Golden Retriever J-Hope (Beta), Wolf RM (Alpha), Calico Cat Jimin (Omega), Tiger V (Beta), Bunny Jungkook (Beta)

Word Count: 4, 274

Description: Y/N has spent the past seven years trapped in a hole in the floor. Forced in horrible situations she wished nothing more than to escape. When escape presents itself in the form of a group of seven hybrids, surely she must have finally snapped. Now, she has to figure out how a normal life works after being trapped in perpetual hell with her suddenly appearing mates.

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The next morning, I’m able to sneak out of the bed much easier than the morning before. I had promised Taehyung that I would meet him in his art studio to get the coffee mug for Yoongi. I try to sneak as quietly as I can, still wanting it to be a surprise. I open the door to the studio, only to be surprised to see a room lined with bookcases. All kinds of books sit on them, all shapes, sizes, and colors. Namjoon lounges on a couch, a book open in his hands. I blush as he looks up at me.

“Sorry, I thought this was Tae’s art studio,” I admit bashfully. He sets his book down, marking his page.

“It’s no problem. It’s two more doors down,” Namjoon offers me a smile, his dimples on display.

“I-Is it okay if I take a look around?” I chew on my bottom lip. I had never been in a library before. None of my owners were ever big readers so I hadn’t spent a lot of time around books. I can feel his eyes on me as I wander the room, looking at different books.

“You can borrow any books you want, whenever,” This comes from right behind me and then his chest is against my back as he pulls a book from the shelf. I can’t help but blush,” Try this one. You might like the story.”

“Can I ask you a question?” I glance over at him, the book clasped to my chest,” Are you okay with me being here? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“What would make you ask that?” He pauses, giving me a confused look.

“I just… it seems like you might not like me very much and we haven’t really spent any time around each other,” I admit. I can’t help but think about him being at the back of the group in my room last night.

“I don’t dislike you,” He folds his hands and rests his chin on them,” I just wanted to give you time. This must all be very overwhelming for you and I didn’t want to add to your stress. Plus, I figured you might need a break from seeing me, seeing as I’m the one that keeps interrogating me.”

I think his words over for a minute. In the two time I had spent time with Namjoon, they had both been high stress situations. I’m sure that didn’t give him the best impression. Plus, he’s heard the more intimate details of my times. I’ve been fairly good at blocking that from my mind. I’m just trying to be normal. I’ll have to deal with those memories and emotions at some point, but I have time.

“I don’t dislike you either,” I say finally, giving him a bright smile,” I hope we can spend some time together in the future. To become more comfortable with each other.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Namjoon gives me a dimpled smile and returns to his book. I go two more doors down to meet Taehyung. He yawns, stretching and scratching his head. He seems half asleep. I feel kind of bad for making him wake up so early so I could get the cup before breakfast. Tae brightens up upon seeing me.

“It’s ready. I double checked to make sure it was solid and it should be good,” He holds the cup out to me and I cradle it gently in my hands. I set it down gently on the table and jump into his arms, hugging him tightly.

“Thank you!” He seems stunned for a moment but then quickly hugs me back. I pull back and pick the cup back up,” I have to get back before Yoongi wakes up.”

I run back to my room, sitting the cup on the night stand and hoping onto the bed. I land partially on Yoongi, who grunts. He blinks for a few moments before focusing on me. My face hovers over his as I smile down at him.

“I have a present for you!” I announce, hoping out of his reach before he can wrap his arms around me and try to go back to sleep. I pick up the cup and put it behind my back,” Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

He does as I say, his eyes closing quickly. It warms my heart that he listened so quickly. I place it in his hands gently, trying to contain my excitement. I really hope he likes it. This is the first gift I’ve ever given someone, let alone one that I’ve made.

“Open,” I say softly. His eyes open and immediately fix on the coffee cup,” Tae showed me how to make pottery yesterday. I noticed you drink a lot of coffee and I thought you might li-“

He pulls me toward him, interrupting me words as his lips press to mine. A whine is trapped in my throat as his lips consume mine. His hands are at my waist as mine rest on his cheeks. It feels like home, comfort, sunlight, a warm that builds in the soul. It’s like I can feel our souls being knit together. The idea of being away from him, of never being able to see him again, would tear me apart. Is this what being mates means? He finally pulls away, both of us breathless. His lips are a little red and I can’t help but think of how they got that way.

“Thank you,” His smile is gummy and sweet. His hands now rest on my hips,” I love it. I hope I wasn’t too forward or anything.”

“It’s fine, really,” I give him a quick peck on the lips before dancing out of his reach,” Jin is gonna have breakfast ready soon.”

“We can still cuddle before breakfast,” He whines.

“Nuh-uh. No way. We’ll never make it downstairs,” I open the door again, the delicious smell of breakfast wafting upstairs,” I’m gonna go see if I can help him with anything. If you’re not downstairs before breakfast is on the table, I’m sending the chaos twins.”

I watch him rolls his eyes before I close the door and head downstairs and to the kitchen. He’s fully focused on his cooking, seemingly unaware of my presence. He’s flipping pancakes and humming to himself. It’s strange to think that the professional doctor I saw that first night is this same man. I clear my throat and he jumps a little, nearly dropping a pancake on the floor.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” I rush forward, feeling immediately guilty.

“I just startle easily,” He laughs jovially, throwing the pancake back in the pan,” Breakfast won’t be done for a few more minutes.”

“I know, I just had a question for you,” I chew my bottom lip nervously. I’ve really got to stop doing that.

“Ask away, darling,” He keeps cooking but he glances up at me from time to time.

“My… previous owner had me on a heat suppressant. I took it daily. I don’t know if there are any bad effects to being off of it this long, if I should stay on it or what we should do,” I trail off, not sure where I’m going with this, now.

“Well, it’s not great for a Hybrid to be on suppressants. They can have some pretty nasty side effects while you’re on them. That being said, they aren’t a medicine that makes you sick, going cold turkey. It lingers in your system for about 2-3 weeks, depending on the dosage. We’ll just have to keep track of your cycle while you’re coming off of it,” I help him set the various plates on the table,” We have a den on the first floor we use for our heats. I’ll have Namjoon get it ready in case you go into your heat early. It’ll probably be a really short one, at first. Your next one would be normal, though.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure. Would you guys… prefer if I stay on them? I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable or make them feel obligated to help me with my heats. I’ve gone through them alone before so it’s not a big deal,” I’m glad no one has come in yet, or I would feel way more embarrassed.

“That one is up to you. We would obviously never make you have help. That being said, don’t ever feel like you can’t ask any of us for help. Any one of us would be glad to help and it would never be trouble,” Jin shoots me a smile and wink before yelling at everyone to come to breakfast. We all eat before it’s time for everyone to split off for the day. Namjoon and Jin head to work, Namjoon dragging Jimin and Taehyung with him. Hoseok and Yoongi are off next, leaving me and Jungkook.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for the day,” He grins broadly, his bunny teeth on full display,” I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What is it?” My eyebrows furrow.

“Would you like me to teach you some self defense?” His question catches me off guard,” With us not catching your owner and with what happened in the van, I feel like you knowing self defense might come in handy.”

“That would actually be really great,” I’m surprised that the idea makes me happy.

“I know it’s hard, as an Omega, to picture yourself hurting someone else. Jimin was the same way,” Jungkook gets up from his seat to help me stack the dishes and put them in the sink,” But I know everyone would be more comfortable leaving you by yourself if you had some kind of defense.”

After we finish the dishes, we head upstairs to get changed into more work out style clothes. Another pair of bicycle shorts and a t-shirt that was left on my bed and smells like Yoongi. There’s a new pair of tennis shoes sitting in the closet too, so I throw those on. Jungkook waits for me the in the hallway, leading me into a room that turns out to be his gym. He does some quick rearranging, laying some mats on the floor.

“Stand here,” he motions his hands to the spot in front of him,” So, your advantage is that you’re almost always gonna be smaller, so you’re faster and can get out of tight spots easier. However, if you get hit, it’s gonna hurt. Almost everything I’m going to show you is going to be a move that can be used to help you escape.”

He takes me through a lot of different moves, practicing each one until I feel comfortable with it. He shows me how to position my hands and feet, how to move my body and avoid injury. We break after a couple of hours to eat some sandwiches and catch our breath. There’s something enjoyable about just moving your body. Not having to think and just moving.

“Now, if you ever have to punch someone, it comes from your hips. You move your whole body with it, or it doesn’t have the impact you want. Show me your fist,” I hold it up for him. His hands cover mine as he readjusts them,” You want to hold it like this to avoid breaking anything. If you send a punch from your elbow, it’s gonna hurt like hell. Watch me.”

He demonstrates a punch and I try to copy his movements. He stands behind me and guides my movement. His hands are warm, even on my fevered skin. We run through a few more stances and movements before we finally call it a day.

“You did great! I was worried you wouldn’t want to learn them but I’m glad you were okay with it,” Jungkook chugs water from a bottle he got from the mini fridge. He tosses one to me, which I catch,” I’d still prefer if you were around one of the other guys if shit goes down, but at least I know you can hold your own.”

“I’m sure real situations will be much different and I doubt I’ll perform as well as a rehearsed situation,” I sit cross legged on one of the mats. Yoongi’s shirt is so long on me that it goes to my knees.

“That’s what I’m here for. I can practice with you whenever you want,” He still seems quite energetic despite our hours of work. He pauses for a second before his eyes widen,” Oh! I almost forgot. I have something for you. Lets get cleaned up and then I’ll meet you in the living room.”

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I make my way to the living room. Jungkook is on the phone when I head downstairs. I wait patiently on the couch while he finishes up. Once he’s done, he collapses on the couch next to me. His hair is wet and he now wears jeans and a t-shirt. After a moment, he straightens up again.

“Okay, so I have to go and meet Namjoon to get some work done. We wanted you to have this,” He holds out a phone,” I’ve programmed everyone’s numbers in. I can show you how to use it real quick.”

He walks me through setting up my new phone, including the Face ID and passcode. He also shows me texting and informs me that he’s added me to a group chat with the guys. Apparently, they use that as a main method of communication with each other. I nod along, unsure of what I would even say.

“If you need anything, give one of us a call. We’ll probably pick up some kind of take out for dinner since we all had to go out today,” Jungkook catches me off guard by pressing a quick kiss to my forehead,” I’ll see you when I get back.”

And then I’m alone. For the first time in three days, I’m completely alone. Thoughts and emotions rush through me all at once. Too many to process, or even comprehend. I suddenly feel more exhausted than I did before, curling up on the couch with my face pressed into a pillow. There’s a blanket on the back of the couch that I pull around me. It smells like Jimin.

I’m not sure how long I dozed off but a loud sound brings me from my sleep. The sound of glass breaking is jarring in the empty house. Before I can even process the sound, I’m on my feet and running. I scramble up the stairs and into a random room, trying to close the door as quietly as possible behind me.

The smell of Jin swirls around me. I run into his closet and pull myself up the shelves like a ladder, pressing myself flat against the top shelf. My small form shouldn’t be visible from below. I can hear footsteps on the landing, and voices.

“We have to be fast. We don’t know how long they’re going to be gone,” The voice is rough and sends a shiver of fear down my spine.

“They should be gone long enough for us to find the girl. Although, this house is fucking massive,” Another voice grumbles,” We’ll have to search every room.

I hear the door to this room open and it feels like my heart is going to beat out of my chest. I have to hope that being surround by Jin’s clothes is enough to cover my scent. Omega’s tend to have more aggressive scents, they are naturally off put more. I can hear crashing in the room and I can feel my anxiety rising. When I hear the footsteps come toward me, I hold my breath. It feels like eternity but then they’re leaving this room and moving to the next.

I scramble back down the shelves and press my ear to the wall to see what I can hear. I peek out the door and, seeing the hallway empty, dash quickly down to Jungkook’s gym. I shut the door quietly and grab the bar from the bench press machine. It’s heavy but not too heavy for me to lift of swing. I hide behind the stacked mats. Jungkook must have cleaned up in here before his shower. I hold the bar close to me, ready to swing if I need to.

I feel a slight buzz in my pocket and remember the phone Jungkook had given me. I pull it out to see I have missed a couple calls and texts from the boys. I open my phone to the group chat and type just a few words. ‘There’s someone in the house.’ Then it goes back into my pocket. I’m glad that it was on silent.

It feels like forever before I hear the door to the gym open. Once again, things are crashing around. Then, the sound that sends shiver down my spine, the mats are being pulled out of the way. Then I’m face to face with a large black bear hybrid. His Alpha scent is aggressive. I swing before I can think, hitting him across the face. We’re both stunned for a second.

“Did you just-“ He’s cut off again as I stand to my full height and swing again. This one has my full strength behind hit. This time, he hits the ground hard, his head bouncing off the hardwood. I watch him for a few moments, waiting to see if he moves. He doesn’t get up, seemingly unconscious. Blood trickles from the spot on his head where the bar hit. I drop the bar, looking around the trashed room. I race out of the room, trying to think of where the best place to hide is. I don’t really want to deal with a pissed off bear when he comes to. Before I can make it to the stairs, my path is blocked by a different hybrid. I stop in my tracks, a leopard hybrid standing before me. He takes a step toward me and I step back, my eyes flicking around for a quick way to escape.

I leap up onto the bannister beside me, jumping down to the floor below, moving on instinct. I pitch forward in a roll, leaping to my feet and running into the kitchen. I can hear the leopard hit the floor behind me. I grab a knife from the knife block, clutching it tightly in both hands. He raises both hands, approaching me slowly.

“You wouldn’t want to do that,” He’s the grumbly voice from earlier,” We both know that you don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Then leave,” There’s so much venom in my voice that it even surprises me. I can feel the adrenaline coursing through me.

He leaps at me and it’s like everything slows down. His body slams into the knife, the knife piercing through without any effort on my end. He must have thought I was bluffing, that I would drop the knife and try to run. I let the knife go but it stays in his stomach, his hands going to it as he collapses to the floor.

There’s blood on my hands. Seeing that sends me over the edge. The panic hits me hard and fast, and suddenly, it’s hard to breath. Tears well in my eyes and I can’t stop them, I can barely focus. I curl into a ball, moving as far away from the collapsed man as possible.

“Y/N!” The voice sounds far away. I can’t even focus enough to tell who it is.

Hands touch me and I flinch. I glance back to see a familiar shade of pink and the smell of spiced apples wraps around me. He wraps his arms around me, carrying me away from the man. Someone is crouched next to the man but I can’t see through the tears.

“Shhhh…. You’re okay. I’m right here. It’s okay,” Jimin coos, rocking me back in forth in his arms. It takes a long time, but his tight hug and gentle humming eventually pull me out of the panic attack. I’m so exhausted I can barely move. By the time I come out of it, everyone is here. Jungkook is dragging a very pissed off bear downstairs while Jin hovers over the stabbed leopard.

“I stabbed a man,” My voice is shaky and weak.

“Shhhh….. It’s fine. You did it to defend yourself. No one is mad at you,” He nuzzles my cheek.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” The words flow out of me without my permission. I think I’m in shock. I can’t focus on anything other than the knife stabbing into the leopard.

Jimin just holds me for a while, humming softly. I doze off in his arms, the exhaustion finally crashing into me full force. When I wake up, I can hear voices. I keep my eyes closed, listening.

“Is she okay?” Yoongi asks, concern in his voice.

“She was in shock. She stabbed someone, so I can’t blame her. She’s asleep right now, though,” Jimin’s voice is soft, his breath brushing my ear.

“They must have been keeping watch. They waited until we were all gone,” Jungkook this time. I can hear pacing footsteps.

“We can’t leave her alone again. I’m not giving them another opportunity,” Namjoon this time.

“It’ll have to be one of us then. Jin and Tae have actual jobs. They can’t skip days like the rest of us,” Hoseok speaks up.

“We’ll trade off. It doesn’t matter who stays, as long as someone does. They trashed most of the rooms, but a few are still intact,” Namjoon answers this time. “I would like to know how she knocked out that massive bear,” Jungkook laughs a little. His voice is close.

I open my eyes slowly, peering up at the underside of Jimin’s jaw. I shift a little to alert them that I’m awake. I can feel all eyes focused on me and it makes me nervous. I sit up in Jimin’s lap, lifting myself up to sit next to him, between him and Yoongi. I lean into Yoongi’s side.

“Baby, what happened?” Jungkook is the first to speak up.

“I was taking a nap on the couch and I heard glass break. I ran upstairs and into Jin’s room. I climbed the shelves in the closet to the top and laid flat. After they checked it, I snuck out and down to Jungkook’s gym room. I grabbed the bench press bar and hid behind the stacked mats. When he pulled the mats aside, I hit him with the bar. Twice. I tried to run downstairs but the leopard confronted me before I could get to the stairs. I jumped down from the bannister and ran into the kitchen. I held the knife in front of me and he jumped at me. I don’t know if he expected me to drop it, but I didn’t. I… stabbed him,” My voice chokes on the last few words. Yoongi rubs his hand up and down my back in a calming manner.

“It was self defense. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Hoseok’s voice is gentle.

“He’s going to be just fine. He just needed a few stitches and a blood transfusion. You didn’t hit any vital organs and the wound was relatively shallow. He’s already started to heal,” Jin gives me an encouraging smile as he speaks.

“Honestly, you didn’t even really stab him. The idiot just ran into your knife,” Jungkook pipes up,” Who jumps at someone holding a knife, hoping they’ll drop it? That’s dumb.”

“A few of the rooms survived the onslaught. Y/N’s, Tae’s, and mine. Looks like we’re bunking up for the night, guys. The cleaning crew will be here in the morning,” With that, everyone starts to get up from their spots on the floor. Yoongi gets up and then turns to help me up.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” My words are nearly whispered but his ears flick and his arms wrap around me. He presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Of course. I can even share if that will make you more comfortable,” He rests his forehead against mine for a moment before pulling back. I nod, already knowing who else to invite.

“I’ll meet you upstairs,” I turn and run off, looking for a specific person. It takes me some time, but I find him outside his room, peering through the door at the damage.

“Hey,” My voice is soft. He turns to face me.

“Hey,” His lips quirk up in a smile.

“I- would you mind…?” I trail off, my nerves becoming too much. I take a deep breath,” Would you mind staying with me tonight? I-I mean, Yoongi will be there too. I-I just-“

“Of course,” He gives me a bright smile.

“Really?” I can’t help but feel shocked. We hadn’t gotten to spend much time together so I was surprised that he agreed so quickly. He’s just so comfortable to around, like Yoongi.

“If it will make you more comfortable, than I really don’t mind. I might even enjoy it,” His tone is teasing this time.

“Thank you, Hoseok,” I feel breathless. Somehow, I’m nervous that he’s going to be staying with me.

“Call me Hobi. Everyone else does,” He throws an arm around my shoulders,” Come on, before Yoongi finds a way to take up the whole bed.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Chapter Four soon!!

#bts hybrid au #bts Kim seokjin #bts jin #bts min yoongi #bts suga #bts Jung hoseok #bts jhope #bts Kim namjoon #bts rm #bts park jimin #bts jimin #bts Kim taehyung #bts v #bts jeon jungkook #bts Jungkook

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Appetence Update

Hi everyone! So I just wanted to give you guys all a little update regarding Appetence.

First off, yes it’ll be returning here pretty soon! I’m angling to post some new material in the next couple of days or so. I can’t really say I’ll have a more concrete updating schedule (because lol, when have I ever? 😂) but I do have ~50 pages or so written, and my next steps are pretty plotted out. So fingers crossed!

Secondly, I have rewritten Chapter 66 entirely. That means I’m scrapping what has been posted and will be deleting that chapter from Ao3 shortly. I originally wrote 66 when I wasn’t in too great of a headspace, and after reading it again, I’m overall unsatisfied with the character interactions and yeah. In fact, I’ve decided to change my direction slightly. Because of this directional change, I feel we need more development in Harri + V’s relationship to make more of an impact for what I have planned, and the current 66 doesn’t really give us that. That being said, as fair warning, the new chapter might be a little rough to get through in the first half (I can already see people gunning for V in the comments 😂 which I don’t blame them for lol) but I promise it pays off in terms of their growth. Just giving you all a little heads up here because, ya know, it’s still Voldemort, and he’s trying to deal with a bunch of feelings that he isn’t equipped to process (and Harri is, well, Harri 😂).

Overall, that’s the extent of my update announcement for now! If you guys are really attached to the current 66, I say either download the chapter, or I can have it posted here as a sort of deleted scene tidbit. Either way, I’m super excited to move on and come back to this story 💕 And, because I’m so excited and I’m grateful to everyone who has stuck around throughout my hiatus, I’ve included a bit of a snippet from the new chapter below (please excuse any errors, I still need to edit!)

(also it's been how long since Harri laughed?? oopsie—)

#appetence #update #female harry potter #fem harry potter #writing snippet #harrymort #tomarry #harry potter fanfiction

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glasses

For as long as he can remember, Saeyoung has seen the world a little out-of-focus.

As a small child, he used to sneak old storybooks back home to read out loud to Saeran at night. The stories provided them with an escape from their reality, a place they could imagine beyond their miserable bedroom. They had to keep the lights off, just in case their mother barged in and caught them still awake. He spent many nights squinting down at the pages of the book, trying to make out the words on the page.

Many years later, it’s what he attributes his bad eyesight to (along with staring at screens for most of his life). He wouldn’t undo it, even if he could.

When he managed to sneak outside, Saeran would point out things to Saeyoung that he couldn’t make out. Figures in the clouds that just looked like fuzzy blobs, pretty blossoming flowers in the trees that were just spots of colour. He would just nod along, not sure what he was missing. It just made sense to him that Saeran could see the pretty things in the world.

The real trouble came when his mother sent him out on errands. Signs in the shops were hard to make out, and he was paranoid of dark figures hiding in his peripherals. It wasn’t difficult to project leering faces onto the face of every stranger on the street. It felt like he had to work twice as hard to navigate the world. On those days, he’d return home with a pounding headache and his eyes burning.

When he saw Rika for the first time, he thought she was an angel. With her brilliant green eyes and her flowing waves of hair, he was sure he had finally found salvation. She introduced him to the church and he basked its beautiful stained glass windows and imposing structure. The places he frequented were never this grand. He was used to shady alleyways and corner shops. Going to mass felt like an indulgence.

Every Sunday without fail, he’s there, perched on in a pew in the back, at the edge of his seat so as to make out what’s happening up at the altar. V watches him and puts two and two together. After mass one day, he asks Saeyoung some questions. He has never given his vision much thought, until V asks him how far he can see and if he can make out certain details. Until he realizes that he can’t. That he’s supposed to.

He keeps thinking about it all the way home, and for the next few weeks after that. It feels like a strange vulnerability has been exposed, some weakness he didn’t know how to fight.

Just as he has started to forget the whole incident, V comes up to him before mass and offers him a small box.

“Now, obviously, we couldn’t get your exact lens strength without an in-person exam, but I’m hoping that these will be a help.”

Saeyoung opens the box to reveal a pair of wire-rimmed glasses with big round lenses. He hesitantly takes them out of the box, the frame pinched delicately between his fingers so that he doesn’t touch the glass.They feel too delicate for someone like him.

V urges him to put them on, so he very carefully slides them onto his face and blinks a few times as the world comes into focus for the first time.

He gasps. The sheer amount of detail he has been missing all this time is overwhelming. He can see the faces of the other churchgoers as they approach, Rika’s expectant smile as she stands of to the side watching. The leaves on trees that used to be green blurs and the details on the facade of the church that he thought was smooth. All those figures he was scared of now have faces. They’re tired, excited, teenagers, fathers, mothers. They’re no longer threats.

The clouds have real form to them, shapes and shadows just like Saeran had described to him. V gave him the beauty he though he wasn’t allowed to see.

Saeyoung doesn’t have the words to explain the magnitude of the gift he has just been given. Instead, he tells V a million thank yous and promises anything he can do to help him or Rika or the Church. As usual, V dismisses his offers, reminds him that he has enough to do. That he’s happy to help any way he can.

During mass that day, he sits comfortably and admires the stained glass windows and the images he didn’t notice before. He feels safer on his walk home, and hesitates a little before he takes them off again. He slips them back into the little box before going inside, and hides them under his pillow until he knows it’s safe to show Saeran. 

They’re his prized possession.

#there were a couple of people here speculating how he got his glasses so here's my two cents #There's something magical about wearing glasses for the first time #also i've got another one of these coming soon soo stay tuned? #been thinking about him lately and just the little things #mystic messenger #mystic messenger saeyoung #mystic messenger saeyoung choi #mysme saeyoung choi #mysme 707 #mysme seven #mysme luciel #my writing