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#I've been thinking about this all day and finally decided to write it down
childofblackmaria 2 days ago
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hi, lale! how are you? thank god i have my notifs on for you, because i might've missed this 24 hours open requests ;-;.
may i request... a scenario for kaido? how he reacts when his s/o calls him baby girl because that's been rotting inside my head ever since, lmaooo. not sure if you already did that? but if you did, then rayleigh or katakuri with the same scenario 馃憖?
whether you choose this or not, thank you so much! i hope you're doing well! stay safe and take care 馃挆.
calling them baby girl w/ Kaido, Rayleigh & Katakuri
a/n: the way i SCREAMED when i read this request Lynn 馃拃 i've written headcanons for that before, but i've been thinking about writing scenarios for that, too, because.... the urge is too strong......... so thank you so much for requesting! i've decided to write smaller drabbles for all three of them because i couldn't decide at all, hope that is okay with you, too! <3 also the Rayleigh one is slightly suggestive oops
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Kaido
Sometimes you just wake up and choose violence. That's why you and Kaido were such a good match. Sure, he was big and scary and loved his booze probably a bit more than he will ever love you, but in return you got to see a softer side of him whenever the both of you were alone, spoiling you with whatever your heart desired. Maybe you were in a silly mood, maybe you had a death wish. Maybe it was a bit too much fun to push your dragon shaped partner over the edge with those two little words. Maybe it was all of it at once. Either way, you couldn't help but stroke his broad chest as you were curled up in his arms, your fingers tracing his tattoo. His skin was surprisingly soft and he didn't mind your hands wandering all over his body, in fact he seemed to enjoy it more than he would ever admit it. "You're so pretty, baby girl.", you whisper grinning, a mixture between testing your luck while your guardian angel was already having a heart attack and a tingling sense of oh-oh, I'm in trouble. "What the fuck did you just say, kiddo?", he growled, looking down at you frowing. He was not pleased, but boy, this was fun. "Did I stutter, baby girl?" Famous last words? Those were it. Except that... instead of throwing a whole tantrum (yeah, Kaido got a bit of anger issues but you could fix him, for sure), he sighed weary, massaging his temples with two hands. What was happening? Why didn't he have you in a chokehold already? Why wasn't Onigashima haunted by you, screaming in agony? "Are you okay.... baby girl?", you mutter the last two words under your breath, pressing your lips together as you draw circles with your fingertips on Kaido's beefy chest. Now you were really playing with fire, weren't you? He finally looked at you for a long time, maybe pondering on the idea of crushing your skull in his hand. He sighed again. "If you ever call me like that in public, I will end you. Understood?" "But... between us, it's fine?" "I'm not saying that I full on hate it..."
Rayleigh
Being in love with Rayleigh was something that you hadn't expected to happen. Well, maybe there was this premonition that something was in the air the first time he smiled at you and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, telling you that it must have been faith the two met... but to fall for him so hard? You were quick to learn that Rayleigh would wander off every now and then; he basically was a complicated house cat. It was unclear if you had just moved in with him one day or you just never left; which probably made you a house cat, too. While you were building yourself a bookshelf in the corner of the bedroom (sure, just something temporary...), Rayleigh was leaning in the door frame, mustering you with nothing but love in his eyes, his white hair falling into his face. You wipe the sweat out of your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt, proud of your progress, turning around to your partner. "Can you lend me a hand with that, baby girl?" You grin cheeky, looking up from your squat to Rayleigh who smirked. He wasn't one to lose his calm facade that easily and also flirty banter was something you exchanged daily - how could you not? It happened so naturally with him. "Sure, my love." He joined you on the floor, helping you with the wooden bits of the shelf, adjusting it where it was needed and, the most important part of building a shelf together, kissing your neck every time you leaned over to him. "You're making me blush, baby girl.", you giggled as his big hands crawled under your shirt, trying to help you out of the dirty work clothes. "Should I ask what's up with the new pet name or is it better if I don't know...?", the dark king finally asks as you straddle him, putting your arms up so he can take off your shirt more easily. "Oh, that's just how I'm showing dominant behavior, you know? A power move, you might say.", you shrug, twirling his long white hair with your finger, a big grin on your lips. He smirked, covering your upper body in kisses, leaving a mark with some as you wiggled onto his lap. You could never get enough of his skin on yours, of his hungry kisses, his gentle and yet feral way of teasing you. "Guess this baby girl is about to show you who really has the upper hand here..."
Katakuri
"Look what I bought you from the p芒tisserie, baby girl!" You burst into the room, balancing half a dozen boxes with the pretty label of the p芒tisserie in your hands, peeking out from behind them. You almost trip over your own two feet, but luckily your lover was quick to catch you and the treasure of bakd goods in your hands. Katakuri tried hard not to flinch at the new pet name. It's been more than a week since you've started using it on him. He loved you dearly, oh he did. But was he irritated? Yes in cursive. He didn't know how to address it, if he should address it. Darling, out of all pet names, why did you decide to call me baby girl? Why must I suffer in silence? "What is it, baby girl? Everything okay?", you ask, stroking his arm after he put down the cakes. He sat down across from you at the table, his fingers intertwined like a prayer, thinking hard on where to start exactly. "It's okay, you can tell me, baby girl." An angry vein pulsated across Katakuri's forehead. You could tell that he tried so hard to not lose his temper because he loved you a lot, but granted, you were testing this man's patience and no cake in the world could balance this out. "I'm getting a vague feeling that you're not liking my new pet name for you...?" "Don't say it, y/n. Please don't. I'm begging you." "Baby gi..." Katakuri stood up, threw you over his shoulder with ease and stomped with you to the bedroom. You were shivering in excitement. Finally! The excitement quickly shifted to despair though when Katakuri put you down on the bed, giving you a mad glare with his hands on the hips before he walked out of the room again, closing the door behind him. All you could hear was the rustling of cake boxes being teared open and loud munching noises, the sounds of your lover eating his stress away. He still loved you, but this baby girl was very tired.
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spengsmoon 2 days ago
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Hello!! As always, your writing is so fantastic, I鈥檓 totally obsessed with your work! Can I request "I want to kiss you" with Ted Lasso x reader? Please and thank you. Take care. :)
the fact that jason doesn't think he's attractive makes me miserable! shout out to everyone who reads ted lasso fanfiction and knows that he's sexy as hell!!!
Months had gone by in which you mentally prepared for the festival you were supposed to be going to with everyone from Richmond. It was honestly strange, the way that you were imagining this to be one of the best night's in your entire career. It was just a fair, that you were going to with all of your closest friends.
But, you decided not to bother yourself with why you were so excited. It had been a while since you had been to a fair, considering that you were a grown adult without children. But, as the day got closer and closer, you were convinced you were only excited because of Ted.
Ted was your favorite person in the world. The person who talked you down when you were upset, who hyped you up when he knew you were going to need it. You turned to him when you needed help making a decision, or when you were upset about something and you needed a shoulder to cry on. He was always there, no matter what. But, that could also be spun the other way.
Ted wasn't necessarily a closed off person. He loved talked to people, getting to know them and everything about their lives. But he also didn't talk about his emotions, he reserved those for himself. He didn't like sharing his feelings because he didn't like thinking about them. It was far easier for Ted to bottle up all of his feelings than ever really talk about them.
Once he had a panic attack in front of you, was when he finally started sharing the things that were in the depths of his brain. The things that he had been trying to keep to himself, even though he should've known that you wouldn't judge him for it. It wasn't that he was afraid of your reaction, just that he didn't want people to know that he was vulnerable.
From that point forward, he turned to you in the same way you turned to him. No longer, was he just looking for guidance sometimes. He would come over in the middle of the night, clearly emotionally distraught by something, and would tell you about it. Whether it was something that happened recently, or something that had happened in the past. That trust that you had for each other only grew stronger, and only brought you both closer together.
So that was a big point in why you were excited, just the idea of spending time with someone that you were close with just happened to excite you. Especially time away from work, away from the stress, you just hoped that everything was going to work out.
But all of that excitement finally came to a head when you arrived at the festival, exiting out of a bus full of Richmond players who were mostly just excited to get out of a day of training. Though, many of them considered it more like a field trip than a fun vacation with their friends.
Everyone split up pretty quickly, leaving you, standing by the entrance, next to a dumbfounded Ted Lasso.
"I didn't have time to give them my speech." He commented, watching as people spread out among the fairgrounds, quickly getting lost from his view in all the chaos. "I've been working on it for weeks. Even Roy and Keeley ran away."
"I'm pretty sure Keeley drug him to the Tunnel of Love while he wasn't looking." You said, turning to look at him. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, you smiled. "Don't worry, Ted, it was a great speech." You, of course, being the only other person who had heard it because Beard and Rebecca were conveniently always too busy to hear Ted ramble on about how fairs represent youth, and Richmond is only in it's youth, for almost ten minutes.
"I'm glad you think so! You wanna hear it now? I'm pretty sure it'll sound even better now that we're actually at the fair." He seemed pretty excited, already pulling the paper with the speech written on it out of his pockets.
After a moment of internally debating whether or not you wanted to hear the same speech for the forth time you sighed. "Sure, sounds fun."
Thankfully, Ted read it to you while walking around the fairgrounds. Other people were giving him strange looks, which only made you decide to be more drawn to his words. You hated it when people thought Ted was strange. He was! But they weren't allowed to think that, they didn't know the first thing about him. You happened to know not just the first, but the second and third thing too.
Once he was finished, you had both somehow made it halfway to the front of the line for the Ferris Wheel, something that you hadn't been on in a long time.
"So, what'd ya think? Was it better now that we're here?" He asked, folding the paper and putting it back into his pocket. He looked so hopeful as he looked over at you, and all you could think about was how much it warmed your heart.
"It was so much better now that we're here, I think maybe you should read it to them on the bus. That way, they can't run away." You said, a big smile covering your face as his eyes lit up at your idea.
"That's a great idea! I'll just have to tweak the part about 'while we're here' and the part where i ask about what rides they want to get on... since we'll be gone." He said, thinking to himself about what he could replace them with, before his arm fell around your shoulder. "What would I ever do without your great ideas?"
"I think you'd be just fine, you have a lot of great ideas." You replied, letting the man at the front of the ride scan your wristbands before climbing onto it. You didn't fail to notice how Ted thanked everyone involved with getting you both onto the ride, another thing that warmed your heart. In fact, it seemed like your heart was never cold when you were around Ted.
Why you both decided to sit on the same side was beyond you, considering how much room there was to sit on opposite sides, but you weren't complaining.
"Even if I do have great ideas, yours are even greater. You don't give yourself enough credit." Ted said shrugging as he leaned back in the ride. He didn't seem to mind the close proximity, especially with the way his arm wrapped around the back of the ride.
"Aren't you nervous to do that?" You asked, watching as he let his hand swing around in the air. As he looked at you questioningly, you pointed to his hand. "I've always been to scared to let my limbs out of the ride... in case... something happens." You said, not even knowing how to explain what it was you were scared of.
"Oh! No, do it with me! It feels nice to have the air on your hands."
"But, Ted. It says right there to keep our arms and legs in the ride at all times." You said, pointing to the set of rules that were placed on the floor.
"Some rules are meant to be broken." He said, not really seeming phased by your comment. "But, if you're really too scared to do it, I won't make you."
"Now that you're being so nice about it I'm going to." You grumbled, letting your arm slide away from your side and to the outside of the cart. As you sat there for a moment, waiting for something to happen, you realized that quite literally nothing had happened.
Ted had to choke back a laugh as he watched your face go from anxious, to confused, to understanding all in the span of about ten seconds. Once you glanced back at him, he knew that you had realized that it, in fact, was not as scary as you had believed it was going to be.
"Not so bad, huh?"
"Fine, fine. It's not so bad," You said, letting yourself smile despite accepting defeat.
A comfortable silence filled the air as Ted glanced down at the fairgrounds, but you noticed something shift in his face. You knew that facial expression, like he just realized something - something that probably didn't make him particularly happy.
"Ted, what's wrong?" You asked, concern written all over your face and through your tone.
"How do you know somethings wrong?" He asked, though you could see the tears built up under the surface that he was trying to hide. You were sure you were past the hiding things portion of your friendship, so it broke your heart to see this.
"Because I know you, Ted. Just tell me what's wrong, if you're comfortable with it."
The silence in the air was the opposite of comfortable, as Ted sat in silence for a moment. You weren't sure if you had stepped over some kind of boundary that you weren't supposed to cross, you were certain that he didn't want to tell you what was bothering him, but then he spoke again.
With a deep breath, he finally tried explaining his problem. "The last time I was at a thing like this, I was with Henry. I guess I didn't really think that through before coming here."
An understanding filled your brain, you probably should have known that without asking. But it was easier to ask, than assume that was burdening him. After all, you felt it would be insensitive if you were to just assume the wrong thing.
Letting the air slide through your fingers one last time, you brought your hand over slightly, wrapping it around his. "You don't have to go through this alone, you know. If you wanna go sit it out and wait, we can. I should've thought about that before making you get on a ride."
"You didn't make me, you didn't even say anything we just kinda walked over here." He said, furrowing his brows for a second, but only let his hand wrap a bit tighter around yours. "Thank you, for always being there."
A smile covered your face, but you shook your head. "You don't need to thank me for that. You'll probably be punching the air by the end of the year when you realize that I'm actually always there, like... annoyingly so. You're never getting rid of me."
Thankfully, your attempt to lighten the mood seemed to work, as Ted smiled in response. "I'm counting on it."
"You're counting on punching the air?"
"What? No. I'm counting on you being like a tick under my skin, never going away."
"Wow. You think I'm a tick." You feigned offense, though the smile never wiped off your face.
"Affectionately, of course."
"Oh, of course."
Neither of you realized it was time to get off until you started feeling lower and lower, quickly hoping off the ride. It always made you nervous getting off of these things, but Ted's hold on your hand made you feel a bit more secure, knowing that someone would be there to grab you in case you started to slip or something.
As you walked with him for a moment, you glanced around at all the games and rides and looked back toward Ted. "So, what do you want to do now?"
"I want to kiss you." Your eyes widened at his words, his did too, actually, "I- uh- I was just reading-"
"You were reading?"
"I was... yes. I was reading the um... sign for the tunnel of love! Yes, that's it. Let's get on there."
As he quickly urged you over to the ride, keeping your eyes as far away from the sign as possible, you found yourself nearly completely clueless. Even as you sat down, in the big plastic swan, you had genuinely no idea what was going on. But, as you spared a glance at your nervous looking friend, you could figure out what had happened.
"Hey, Ted?" You said, calming your voice as he turned to look at you. As the swan started moving down the "river" (which was just a coaster track with stream noise playing in the background), you knew exactly what you needed to do.
"What is it?" He asked, clearly trying to keep his nerves at bay as he feared for your reaction.
"I want to kiss you too."
The both of you were quiet, deciding who would make the first move and what the first move would even be. It was in a flurry that you finally kissed each other, one of your hands going to the back of his neck, closer to his back, as he pulled you closer by the waist. The tickle of his mustache only served to remind you who you were kissing, the one man who you had sworn to never cross this line with unless you were absolutely certain he wanted to.
But you were certain, now. You knew that your feelings were the exact opposite of one-sided, as you kissed him with as much vigor as you could manage. Eventually, though, you needed to pull back.
As you stared at each other, you eventually started laughing. "I can't believe we just made out in the ride you're supposed to make out in. That's so cheesy."
"Well, we could've made out in another ride."
"There's still time for that."
With a new purpose, you both stepped out into the light of the fairgrounds once the ride reached it's end. Only to find Keeley and Roy staring at you both in dismay. With one panicked glance at each other, you easily decided to run away from it (quite literally) even as Keeley shouted that she 'knew you were together'.
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emmettsleftnut a year ago
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Emmet and Jasper in: Food Shopping for Bella
Jasper: Ok Emmett, we're here, we have a goal, did you ask Bella what she needed?
Emmett: Was I... supposed to?
Jasper: Emmett, that was your one s i n g l e job, asking the human what she needed to eat
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Emmett: Ok so... like meat, right? I used to eat that shit a ton as a human. They dont sell deer, thats stupid, guess we'll go with chicken.
Jasper: Em, she doesnt need 8 packs of chicken.
Emmett: Bro have you seen chickens, theyre so small, I could put an entire chicken in my mouth. Y'know what, I've seen a chicken near home. When we get home im showing you that I can put an entire chicken in my mouth-
Jasper: Emmett please god stop, I don't doubt you can fit a chicken in your mouth, people are staring.
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Jasper: Ok, Edward said Bella likes salad. Do you know anything about salad.
Emmett: Do I LOOK like I have ever eaten a salad Jaz.
Jasper: Yeah fair honestly I dont even know why I asked.
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Emmett: Ok, we have a bunch of leaves, we have... vegetables of some description. What else did Eddie say she liked?
Jasper: Something about mushrooms, like a pasta, he said they had it in a resteraunt in Port Angeles. Lets go to the pasta section then.
Emmett: I am not entirely positive what a pasta is but when I find out, hooooo boy.
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Jasper: Ok so I'm not seeing any mushroom flavoured pasta, Em what do we do thats like... the only thing I can think of that it could be.
Emmett: *looking at a box with a triumphant look* Well, queue the hoooo boy because Jaz, I have found what we have been searching for.
Jasper: Wait, you did? What is it?
Emmett: *holding up box for Jasper to see* It says right here "mushroom shaped pasta" thats like, the same thing right?
Jasper: You are an absolute genuis.
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Emmett: OK, chicken?
Jasper: Check.
Emmett: Mushroom shapes?
Jasper: Check.
Emmett: Leaves?
Jasper: Check.
Emmett: Thats all I can think of, humans just need water and sun then they'll get big and strong, right?
Jasper: Em, thats a plant, youre thinking of photosynthesis. Humans need food and sleep and warmth and happiness and stuff.
Emmett: Ok, I vote that I just improvise a bit and see what happens. Whats the biggest potential issue?
Jasper: Fair honestly, go wild I'll meet you at the register.
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BONUS:
Emmett: Cullens, we have been hunting and we have RETURNED
Jasper: We did great, obviously
Alice, to Edward: Spoiler Alert; they didn't do great
Emmett: Hush Alice, let me show our bounty. Mortal, come to us.
Bella: *wearily walking over* uh.. sure
Alice, mouthing to Bella: Be nice, they did their best.
Jasper: Firstly, we have, drumroll please... chicken.
Bella: Mmm
Jasper: And chicken
Bella: Oh
Jasper: And chicken
Bella: ..
Jasper: And chicken, and some more chicken, and finally, a bit more chicken.
Bella: Ok, awesome, thanks.
Emmett: Please Bella, save your praise for when we're finished.
Bella: Y'know what, sure Emmett, please show me what else you have there, I would personally love to see it.
Emmet: Of course you would. Next up we have... salad!
Bella: Em, that just lea-
Emmett: Bella please, I know youre insanely greatful but as I said, save the praise for once we're finished. I will only accept drumrolling at appropriate intervals. Jasper, next item please.
Jasper: We have mushroom pasta
Edward: Oh, thats actually a good one. Wait, Jasper, what is this?
Jasper: Its mushroom pasta..? Duh
Edward: Did you hear me talking about the thing from Port Angeles?
Jasper: Mhm, we thought we'd suprise her with her favourite.
Edward: Jasper, it's called mushroom ravioli, and she's only ever eaten it once, and I'm like 90% sure it was sub-par at best. Also, this is just mushroom SHAPED, it doesnt have any mushroom in it what-so-ever. I don't even thi-
Alice, smacking edward over the head: Jasper its great, lets just move on to the next thing.
Emmett: Ok, speedround, you ready?
Bella: Absolutely not
Emmett: Cool, 1. Frozen corn 2. thin potatoes in a very large bag 3. An entire bag of B+ blood, no you may not ask where I found it 4. Tiny edible pillow things. 5. Finally... Tampons, idk it felt like a good idea.
Bella: Honestly thank you
Emmett: Also I need to show you something with a chicken I found, wanna see
Bella: Absolutely
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extravaguk 8 months ago
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pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.
wordcount: 15k
genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader
rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)
warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much
author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!
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Inkphoria
You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.
Inkphoria
You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.
Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.
'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'
You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.
'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'
But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.
'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'
That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.
The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks
"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."
Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.
"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."
She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"
"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."
"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"
"Nipples. Like, one of them."
Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."
The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.
Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.
"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.
He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?
"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."
September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.
Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.
So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.
"It's fine. I can do it."
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"JK, sweetheart!"
Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.
"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."
Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.
"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.
Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.
Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.
It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.
Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.
And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.
Dammit.
He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.
He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.
"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.
You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.
Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."
So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-
He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.
"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.
Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.
Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.
"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.
You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-
"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.
"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.
"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.
"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.
"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-
He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.
Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.
"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-
He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."
He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.
"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."
But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.
"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
"Let me see!"
It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.
When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.
But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.
Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.
You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.
Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.
So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.
So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.
But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.
The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.
But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.
You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.
With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.
It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.
And oh, did it react.
He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.
There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.
You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.
And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'
You swear you almost came right on his table.
And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.
So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.
"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"
"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."
At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"
"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."
There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"
You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.
"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."
Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
You know he's here.
Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.
It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.
You don't see him, but you feel him.
You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.
You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.
You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.
To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-
Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.
You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.
"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.
"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"
Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."
When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.
"You okay?"
The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.
"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.
Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.
Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.
"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.
"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."
"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"
"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.
Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.
And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.
"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"
You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.
"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"
"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."
"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.
"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.
He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.
His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.
Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.
Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.
Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.
Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.
"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.
"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.
"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."
Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.
He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.
He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.
He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.
So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.
He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.
You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.
He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.
"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.
"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.
"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"
Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"
"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."
Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.
"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"
"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"
He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"
Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"
"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.
"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"
"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"
Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."
"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."
"Why not?"
"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"
It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
You've made up your mind.
And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.
It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.
Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?
You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.
You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.
But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.
So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.
And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.
"Fuck him."
"I know right? Fuck him!"
"No. I mean, fuck him."
And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.
"A date."
"Yes."
"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"
He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.
"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.
He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?
"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.
He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.
How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.
But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.
He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.
It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.
You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-
"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."
"Sharon Stone?"
"Chaelin's cat."
To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.
He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.
You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.
You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.
To your surprise, none of that happened.
The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.
There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.
It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.
"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.
Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.
"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.
At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.
"I'm sorry, by the way."
"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"
"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."
A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.
At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.
But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.
It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.
"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.
You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.
"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.
"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."
There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.
"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.
"Jungkook."
You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.
"You have to stop saying my name like that."
With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.
"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.
"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.
But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.
The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.
He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.
"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."
"Yes."
"And you came before the ride was over."
You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."
She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.
"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"
There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."
There's another pause, and then-
"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"
You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.
Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
It's not that you're mad.
Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.
Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.
'Next time, maybe.'
And there hasn't been a next time.
The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.
But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.
It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.
Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.
'you free on saturday?'
You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.
So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.
And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.
You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.
You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.
A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.
"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.
Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.
"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.
Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.
Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.
You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.
His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.
"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.
You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.
It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.
"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.
Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.
"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.
"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.
"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.
There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."
Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.
Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.
"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.
"Rocky road."
"Why?"
He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."
You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"
"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."
"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"
"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.
"Okay, fine. Why?"
"You're boring and basic."
You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."
You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.
You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.
It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.
It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.
It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.
It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.
Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.
But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.
You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.
Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.
It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.
He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.
He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.
And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.
Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.
He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.
"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.
"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.
"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.
"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."
Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.
"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."
"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"
You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.
Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.
"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.
"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."
You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.
He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."
"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.
"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"
"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"
"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"
You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"
He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"
"Ju- "
"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."
Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.
You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.
"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"
"Please, don't laugh."
That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.
She doesn't laugh at all.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."
"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."
"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."
"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.
"I know. I'm just sad."
"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."
"I know."
There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.
"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.
He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.
He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.
He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
Inkphoria.
You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.
'You're crazy about him.'
Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.
You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.
'And he's cazy about you too.'
Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.
That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.
The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."
You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"
"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.
"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.
She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-
Knock knock.
He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"
He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.
"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.
"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"
"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."
Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.
You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."
"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."
You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"
"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"
The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."
He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.
He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.
鈮库攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佮己鉂嗉烩攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲攣鈹佲壘
The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.
This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.
"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.
"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.
Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.
"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.
"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.
Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.
He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.
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You're Mine
A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.
It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.
A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.
As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.
Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!
Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!
Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.
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"MC?"
Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.
The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there鈥檚 no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn鈥檛 need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.
His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.
He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.
That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.
It鈥檚 a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.
You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.
And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.
鈥淲ould it be okay if Lucifer comes along?鈥
鈥...y--yeah! I don鈥檛 mind!鈥
Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn鈥檛 they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it鈥檚 almost disgusting.
Might as well get rid of the pest now.
鈥淐ome on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!鈥
鈥淥W!鈥
You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. 鈥淟ucifer what the hell!鈥
He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer鈥檚 eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.
Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.
You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.
鈥淭hey left...鈥 you frown and look at Lucifer, 鈥淣ext time at least warn me.鈥
鈥淚f I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.鈥
The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn鈥檛 listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn鈥檛 particularly mad.
That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.
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He had finally gotten you all to himself.
Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.
And inspiration did you give.
鈥淥h gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.鈥
The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.
鈥淧erfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!鈥
His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--
Only to see that you were gone.
Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.
There you were...talking with someone else.
鈥淢ammon?鈥
He doesn鈥檛 stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.
鈥淎re you taking a break?鈥
Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.
鈥淢C, who is this?鈥
鈥淥h right! Haven鈥檛 introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.鈥
鈥淲ell we used to sit together...鈥
鈥淲e talked way too much in class, didn鈥檛 we?鈥
It鈥檚 like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn鈥檛 notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.
This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.
鈥淢C.鈥
鈥淥h oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?鈥
鈥淚 think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!鈥
The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?
鈥淢C鈥︹
鈥淲ell the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn鈥檛 he?鈥
鈥淎 match made in hell, I would say.鈥
Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?
鈥淢C鈥.鈥
鈥淗ey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you鈥檙e not busy.鈥
鈥淣ah, I only have this toda---FUCK!鈥
A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.
鈥淢C, you have to stare at me or else I鈥檓 going to take longer.鈥
You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn鈥檛 want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.
鈥淎nd you had to bite me because of that!?鈥
鈥淏ecause you weren鈥檛 paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I鈥檓 not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--鈥
He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.
The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master鈥檚 attention needed to be on him after all.
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Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.
"Did you see the finale of it live?"
"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"
Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.
Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!
Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.
He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn鈥檛 want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.
Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?
鈥淚 actually got the limited edition of this one movie--鈥
Nobody cared.
鈥淚t was up for a lot in Akuzon but I鈥檓 glad I got my hands on it--鈥
Stop talking!
鈥淎nd I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!鈥
Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!
Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--
No.
No! It wasn鈥檛 your fault! It wasn鈥檛 even his fault! It was this demon鈥檚 fault!
Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!
People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn鈥檛 this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.
His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.
You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don鈥檛 embarrass yourself.
That鈥檚 what he said but鈥
Surely Levi wasn鈥檛 going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.
鈥淭his is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!鈥
Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.
鈥淢C let鈥檚 go. They don鈥檛 have it.鈥
You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.
Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot鈥
Even if he knew brothers wouldn鈥檛 blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.
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鈥淢C, here.鈥
Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don鈥檛 seem to notice.
鈥淎nd it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.鈥
You smile and mention about how you didn鈥檛 need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn鈥檛 that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.
This guy wasn鈥檛 that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.
The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.
Which made Satan break another pencil.
From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the 鈥榮martest person in the class鈥. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn鈥檛 the one in your class it didn鈥檛 count as an insult towards his person.
He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.
But Satan didn鈥檛 have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.
If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of 鈥榓ffection鈥 towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.
The same couldn鈥檛 be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.
They are free to form pacts, but it鈥檚 not like they need it.
A good metaphor would be that they are essentially 鈥榩icking off the plate鈥 of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.
Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.
Essentially, someone was trying to 鈥榯ake a bite鈥 of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.
Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.
鈥淚sn鈥檛 it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon鈥檚 skin.鈥
鈥....really?鈥
鈥淵es. I believe it was from recently dead demon鈥檚 during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?鈥
You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--
Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath鈥檚 teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.
鈥淭hat is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn鈥檛 it?鈥
The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. 鈥...I鈥檒l...I鈥檒l go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.鈥
Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.
鈥淒id demons really used to form pact marks like this?鈥
The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.
鈥淚 was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let鈥檚 go look for a book on our own.鈥
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Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.
鈥淢C! Try this!鈥
Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn鈥檛 a bad outfit--!
Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?
Granted, he shouldn鈥檛 be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn鈥檛 like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.
This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.
So it wasn鈥檛 right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That鈥檚 what you had Asmo for!
Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn鈥檛 buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.
鈥淚 learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.鈥
The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.
鈥淎nd since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it鈥檚 only fair that you go with something short on top.鈥
This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.
鈥淭hese colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!鈥
Oh he wants to gag, Asmo鈥檚 heard enough.
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 think it鈥檚 too revealing? I do like the color though鈥︹
Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.
鈥淚 think it鈥檚 revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.鈥
The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how 鈥榞orgeous鈥 you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.
Gorgeous didn鈥檛 even begin to describe you.
鈥淚 did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?鈥
鈥淣o it looks perfect on you! But--鈥
He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.
鈥淔loral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.鈥
Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn鈥檛 need anything sleeveless.
Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.
His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo鈥檚 smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn鈥檛 it? Shame it wasn鈥檛 decorated--
But he could fix that~ 鈥淚 found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--鈥
鈥淥W OW OW!鈥
Asmo鈥檚 teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?
He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.
鈥淭here we go. That鈥檚 a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~鈥
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If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.
鈥淵ou need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!鈥
Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. 鈥淥h sorry, Beel. Here!鈥 You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.
Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.
He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.
Yet this one seemed rather...eager.
鈥淗ow about this. Hell鈥檚 Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.鈥
His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.
Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.
Nothing.
He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn鈥檛 necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.
MC, pay attention to him!
This was his time with you! He didn鈥檛 mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!
He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!
People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.
Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.
Wasn鈥檛 this demon just being a bother? Didn鈥檛 you also want them gone?
They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn鈥檛 for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--
鈥淚 promise I鈥檒l treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you鈥檝e ever had. You鈥檙e free after this, right?鈥
Beel鈥檚 stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn鈥檛 be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.
So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?
鈥淚鈥檓 not but I can take a raincheck--!鈥
You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.
鈥淭he parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.鈥
鈥淏eel鈥︹
Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.
鈥淧lease leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they鈥檒l eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.鈥
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鈥淪o what did you want to talk about?鈥
Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.
鈥淲ell...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.鈥
And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn鈥檛 seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.
鈥淲e鈥檝e known each other for a while.鈥
Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.
鈥淎nd honestly I haven鈥檛 met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren鈥檛 that so it threw me off.鈥
The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.
鈥淪o I wanted to ask something I didn鈥檛 think I would ask a human before.鈥
He really wanted to yell 鈥榞et to the point鈥 or 鈥榟ang up the phone鈥 but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn鈥檛 ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.
So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.
鈥淚 know you have seven pacts already鈥︹
Damn straight.
鈥淏ut would an eight be too much for you?鈥
That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?
You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.
So go ahead, reject him.
鈥淎 pact? With me?鈥
What were you doing?
Don鈥檛 give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.
Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.
鈥淚 know I鈥檓 not like those brothers--鈥
Damn straight.
鈥淏ut making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.鈥
He wants to gag.
A part of him couldn鈥檛 blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.
And you were to blame too, you know?
You weren鈥檛 rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?
As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.
He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn鈥檛 act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn鈥檛 know any better!
Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.
鈥淯hm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn鈥檛 be so bad--鈥
You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--
鈥淚鈥檒l-try-to-have-an-answer-for-you-later-got-to-go-bye!鈥
Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.
鈥淚 was in the middle of a call!鈥
鈥淚 know.鈥
鈥淭hen what was that about!?鈥
The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.
鈥淵ou weren鈥檛 paying attention to me. It made me mad.鈥
You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.
鈥淣ext time,just talk to me, Belphegor.鈥
He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.
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calico-chan a month ago
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鉃EMON SLAYER headcanons - hashira
鈽緃ow they wake you up鈽 1/3
giyuu, sanemi, rengoku
A/N: im so sorry i took long to write this i barely had time to write them and i had no ideas what so ever (also it's exam week). because i barely had time ive decided to split this into 3 parts.
lil note: thank you all the people who were willing to give me advice for the argument. here's an update on what happened: basically i misunderstood the part where they were angry at me, they weren't and they didn't even say anything about what happened and we continued talking like always so it went well ig.
sorry for any grammatical mistakes.
鈿狅笍warnings鈿狅笍: none just fluff, slight crack
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- 鈯扁攰GIYUU
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when he entered the room to see you still sleeping he thought you were adorable and looked so kissable under the covers bUT-
BUT man's was a nervous wreck 馃
he was like "should I wake her up or not? but what if she gets angry at me but I have to wake her up so she isn't late for <insert random thingy>"
it literally takes him 20 minutes to decide because he didn't want to disappoint you he wants to be a perfect boyfriend to you 馃グ
girl u better be grateful you have this fine a** man or else 馃が馃が馃が馃が馃馃馃 (yes im a giyuu kin or whatever you people call it)
eventually he decides to softly shake you and whisper "y/n... wake up... please??" man's even put his cold and emotionless act down for you
when you finally woke up you rubbed your eyes
"giyuu... good morning" you giggled before pulling him in for a loving kiss(YASS GO OFF MATERIAL GORL馃拝馃従馃槣)
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- 鈯扁攰RENGOKU
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so. SO.
i feel like if you are a heavy sleeper he would just barge into the room... 馃樁
it's a jumpscare because he'll literally fling the door open, (almost breaking it) and saying, "AH GOOD MORNING DARLING!... OH? YOU'RE STILL ASLEEP? IN THAT CASE I'LL WAKE YOU UP MYSELF!"
you were already awake halfway in his sentence because his voice is so darn loud
EVEN WHEN UR SLEEPING GIRLIE BEWARE!!!馃憜馃従馃憜馃従馃憜馃従
if he knows you're a light sleeper, he'll try waking you up a little gentiler.
if you sleep in the same bed, he'll also be quite soft and on lazy days you both will continue sleeping in each others arms <3
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- 鈯扁攰 SANEMI
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tbh i feel like he would be really soft with you if you're relationship is recent.
but as your relationship lasts longer he would love sneaking up on you.
he would tiptoe into your bedroom anddddd
"WAKE UP!!" he would scream in your ears. rip your eardrums 馃様馃檹馃従
you would jolt awake and look down at him angrily with your bed hair and all that.
and mr non-existent eyebrows is just laughing his head off on the floor 馃が馃が
after you would laugh with him while staring at him affectionately
a funny and heartwarming moment between two lovers 馃挒
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finally this thing is done
YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW I'VE BEEN STRESSING MY HEAD OFF WHILE THINKING OF IDEAS FOR THIS IVE LITERALLY JUST BEEN THROWING RANDOM THINGS IN THIS HEADCANON NOT TO MENTION MY MOTIVATION THAT SUDDENLY APPEARS AT MIDNIGHT 馃槰馃槰馃槰
n e ways thanks for sticking around make sure to take care of yourself and love yourself <333 (also thanks for 36 followers!)
also cause im really that bored here's a meme to heal depression <3
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(btw i made this meme and this roblox character is me lmao)
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rulaineyu 7 months ago
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Can I request a xiao fic/headcanon about what he'd react like if you didn't come home from a commission?
this was requested over 1.5 months ago and I finally got around to it now! sorry for the long wait!
Xiao's Reaction to You Returning Home Late
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Xiao x gn!Reader
Type/Genre: Bulleted headcanons, fluff?
Warnings: mentions of injury
A/N: Could've went an angst route but decided to have a lighter ending to balance out all the angst I've been writing <3
Tries to calm down by reasoning with himself, but can鈥檛 stop his fears from creeping into his thoughts.
Maybe you finished the commission late and found an inn to stay at for the night.
Or maybe you were still fighting, all alone in the night.
Even if you didn鈥檛 come home today, you鈥檇 be home in the next few days.
But what if you never returned?
You were fine. You knew that if you were in danger, all you had to do was call his name, and he鈥檇 be there by your side in a heartbeat.
But what if you were caught by surprise and was so injured you couldn鈥檛 even utter his name?
Paces around the inn, jaw clenched as he gripped his spear tightly in his hand.
Huai鈥檃n has to tell him to put it away, whispering that he鈥檚 scaring the guests.
Right when he鈥檚 convinced you鈥檙e hurt or worse, he sees you while Huai鈥檃n is scolding him.
You see a flash of green leaping from the balcony of the inn, and the next thing you know someone lunges at you, nearly knocking you off your feet.
Almost gives you a heart attack and you think you鈥檙e being attacked.
Doesn鈥檛 take you long to realize it鈥檚 your boyfriend. You laugh, asking him what was wrong.
He doesn鈥檛 respond for a while, too busy burying his face in the crook of your neck as he deeply inhales your scent.
鈥淒on鈥檛 worry me like that again. Being away from you is...difficult for me.鈥
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gentil-minou 3 months ago
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OKAY SO THEORY TIME
EPHEMERAL TRAILER DEAR LORD
So, like I said, Ephemeral is the 22nd episode of the 4th season, a parallel to Chat Blanc.
We know, from what Thomas and other's have said that this will be a "What If" style episode.
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I've said before (like literally yesterday holy shit) that to keep with the parallel, Adrien will be akumatized in Ephemeral, but this time as himself.
An lo, and behold,
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The looks like a father and son dastardly duo (complete with complete lack of fashion) if I ever did saw.
Now...that trailer. HOOOOOO BOY THAT TRAILER...
First off....
Mari is talking to Su Han, my guess because he wants her to find out who the cat miraculous belongs to, for Guardian reasons. He actually looks kind like he's trying to helo out here. I don't think he's telling her he's going to take it away at all.
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And so, perhaps she starts speculating on who Chat might be....or maybe she connects the dots.
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Incidentally, remember the last time we saw a rain scene in the Chat Blanc timeline? What if we've reached the same point as as that timeline...where Marinette discovers, once again, who Chat is (I'm gonna write a meta about the Chat Blanc parallels just from the trailer don't you guys worry.)
So the "What If" scenario for Marinette is discovering Chat's identity....
But what about Adrien?
Adrien obviously discovers his mom...
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So my theory: He discovers his dad is Hawkmoth and needs the miraculous to get her back.
We've seen a lot of shots this season where Adrien misses his mom...so maybe because he doesn't know who Ladybug is and because he has been feeling sidelined, we get an alternative timeline where he joins his father's side.
Remember this part of the summary we got before?
What would happen if Ladybug and Cat Noir discovered their secret identities? To beat a villain, Ladybug calls on nine superheroes when all she needed was Cat Noir and his cataclysm. But she couldn't call the latter, as she still doesn't know his secret identity. The Celestial Guardian of the Miraculous decides that this situation cannot go on. It is too dangerous to leave Cat Miraculous in the wild with a stranger. If Ladybug wants to remain Guardian, she must find a way to tell Master Su-Han who Cat Noir really is. Someone must know, to control. Faced with this ultimatum, what will Ladybug do?
Clearly, the big akuma battle we saw with the others was the battle referred to here, so we can assume that battle happened at the beginning of the episode, perhaps while Adrien was attending this for his dad.
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Once again, he was forgotten. Perhaps, this was the final straw? So he decides to join his dad, maybe even lure Ladybug into a trap.
Or it's confirmed he's a senti-being and his father decides to force him to.
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He allows his father to take his miraculous, unifying the black cat and the butterfly to create the ultimate monstrosity unification and akumatize himself so that he can take down Ladybug, while in the process learning her identity as his good friend Marinette.
This, would be the end of Ladybug and Chat Noir.
Now of course, this is a "What If" time line so there has to be the saving the day of course?
That's where Cosmobug and Pinkdrien Astrocat save the day.
The next question then...is who would be the one to bring them back and reset the timeline?
There's been some good meta on the "Two Sides of The Same Coin" Theory (shout out to @coccinelle-et-chaton and @miraculous-clowncar for this one).
What if Adrien realizes what he's done and goes to extreme lengths to undo it all, and chooses to be better than his father?
Like say, breaks his own akumatization, defeats his dad, and steals back both miraculouses to reset the timeline?
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Edit cause I have realized the error of my ways:
OKAY lesson learned folks: don't write your theories when you are shaking from new trailer.
I agree with what others (specifically these guys) have said that Adrien wouldn't willingly get akumatized.
But I still think he's the akuma.
So let's say he is in so much shock and betrayal and accidentally reveals himself to be Chat Noir and then we have two options:
1. Adrien is in so much shock and pain from seeing his mom that he becomes the perfect akuma target for Mr "I Have No Soul" Agreste who forces him to give up his miraculous
or
2. Sentiadrien, and it turns out that my theory Gabe never controlled him because he didn't want to "sink that low" (listen even assholes have some standards....probably) but is willing to because suddenly, like in Chat Blanc, it seems like his prize is even easier to get (especially if he needs both rings to control him and has gotten the rings back from Felix in Gabriel Agreste)
Both are equally devastating options....
But it would set him up to break his own akuma (which we've seen in previous episodes people can do) and defeats his dad to save the day.
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watchmegetobsessed 3 months ago
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TWO LINES
A/N:聽yall know im a sucker for dadrry and writing another one was just so fun for me, i thought i would write more about them! so i decided to write more oneshots from that universe, you'll be able to find the stories in the masterpost i've created, link is just down below :) feel free to send me prompts about what you'd like to see happen in this universe!
PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader
WARNINGS: struggles to get pregnant
WORD COUNT:聽2.7k
MORE FROM THE ANOTHER ONE UNIVERSE
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Three minutes have never felt longer ever in your life. As you sit on the lid of the toilet, the pregnancy test laid out on the counter, an alarm set on your phone to signal when the waiting is over, but you already checked it about three times to see if it hasn鈥檛 stopped, because you were convinced it should have been over already.
鈥淐ome on, come on!鈥 you mumble under your breath, legs shaking anxiously. Originally, you wanted to wait for Harry to do this, but you just couldn鈥檛 stop yourself, you needed to know. You鈥檝e been feeling off all day and your period should have come yesterday, everything adding up to convince you that you鈥檙e finally pregnant. You鈥檝e been trying for baby number four for about three months now, but all your previous tests came back negative and the more failure you had to endure, the harder it鈥檚 getting to keep your hopes up that you鈥檒l get pregnant again.
This is gonna be the one, you know. You can feel the change in you and it has to be a baby. It needs to be or you鈥檙e losing your mind. Harry is picking up the kids today, they can be home anytime and you really want to welcome him with the good news, you could have your first appointment later this week, checking in on the little bean.
Your phone goes off finally, making you jump up from the lid as if it was on fire as you grab the test from the counter and check the result. However the excitement quickly turns into something bitter and painful.
One line.
There鈥檚 no question it鈥檚 only one. No faded second line, nothing you could hold onto and give yourself hope. It鈥檚 a negative test, meaning that you鈥檙e not pregnant.
鈥淔uck,鈥 you sob as you break down crying, sitting down to the bathroom rug as you hug your knees to your chest. This was not how it was supposed to happen, you were so sure it鈥檚 gonna be positive this time! You鈥檝e been trying for long enough to make you worried.
What if you won鈥檛 get pregnant again? You joked about three kids being your limit, but what if it really is? You think about how disappointed Harry will be if you tell him you didn鈥檛 get pregnant this month either, and you feel like you鈥檙e failing him, not giving him what he wants. But you want it too, you鈥檝e gotten so into the idea of having another baby, having to face this failure will scar you for sure.
You cry and sob and whimper, gasping for air until your eyes turn red and your lungs sting. It takes several minutes to get yourself to leave the bathroom floor. Feeling like hiding from the world, you go to your shared closet with Harry and reach for one of his bigger hoodies that completely swallows your figure.
The front door opens and the happy chatter of your kids fills the house, following Harry鈥檚 deep voice. You quickly wipe your cheeks and try to rub your eyes dry, a pair of small feet thumping up the stairs and you recognize Ellie鈥檚 steps right away.
鈥淢ummy! Are you here?鈥 she calls out for you. Taking a deep breath you step out of the closet just when she barges into the bathroom.
鈥淗ey, Bunny. Did you have a good day?鈥 You force a smile to your face as you pick her up and hug her to you, a tad bit tighter than you usually do.
鈥淢ummy, are you sad?鈥 she asks, examining you with a worried look on her face. She is still wearing the dress you put on her for school, her hair that was once braided is messy, unruly curls bouncing around her face. She looks so much like Harry, though her eyes are definitely yours.
鈥淣o, just a bit tired. Everything is fine,鈥 you smile at her, kissing her cheek. 鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you go and change? Do you have homework?鈥
鈥淚 do. Will you help me?鈥
鈥淥f course. I鈥檒l meet you downstairs,鈥 you tell her, putting her down and watching her run out of the room.
You want to head down too, but instead, you just sit on the edge of the bed, tears stinging your eyes again as you think about how long it鈥檚 been when Ellie was a baby and that if you
don鈥檛 fall pregnant again, you won鈥檛 get to experience having a baby again.
Ellie changes from her pretty dress, dropping it into the hamper like she was taught before she runs back down to get her homework from her backpack. The twins are in the living room, playing with the toys they brought from their room in the morning while Harry is putting away their lunchboxes in the kitchen.
鈥淲here鈥檚 mum, Ellie?鈥 Harry asks her, pressing a kiss to her head as he walks past her.
鈥淒addy, I think mum is sad,鈥 she hums, sitting to the dining table to get her books and pencils out. Harry freezes, turning back to his daughter.
鈥淲hy do you think she鈥檚 sad?鈥
鈥淪he was crying when I went into your room. Is she sick?鈥 she asks, worry all over her adorable face.
鈥淚鈥檓 sure it鈥檚 fine. I鈥檒l go check in on her. Keep an eye on your sister and brother, will you?鈥
Ellie nods as Harry heads upstairs, taking two steps at once. The room to your bedroom is slightly ajar and he hears your sniffling before he sees you. Pushing the door open he finds you sitting on the bed, your face buried in your hands and his heart breaks right away seeing you like this.
鈥淏aby, what鈥檚 wrong?鈥 He is quick to rush to your side, pulling you to his chest as you sob into his shirt. 鈥淗ey, whatever it is, we鈥檙e gonna figure it out. Just talk to me, please,鈥 he murmurs softly, kissing the top of your head.
He gives you time to calm down and when you鈥檙e finally not sobbing you pull away, wiping your cheeks again. You probably look like a mess, your nose snotty, eyes puffy from all the crying you did so far, but he has seen you way worse before.
Without a word, you get up, walk into the bathroom and grab the negative test from the counter. Harry watches you like a hawk, his arm coming to curl around you as you sit back next to him, handing him the test.
鈥淥h baby鈥︹ he breathes out, putting it aside so he can hold you with both of his arms. 鈥淭his is what got you so upset? It鈥檚 alright, we鈥檒l keep trying, don鈥檛 stress yourself about it.鈥
鈥淏ut what if I won鈥檛 get pregnant? What if I really did reach my limit?鈥 you choke out, burying your face into his chest as he holds you tight. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry I disappointed you,鈥 you add in a whisper, but it鈥檚 like a slap across Harry鈥檚 face.
鈥淗ey, none of that,鈥 he sternly tells you, pulling away so he can look into your eyes. His hands cup your tear soaked cheeks as he looks down at you. 鈥淵ou could never disappoint me, especially not with something like this.鈥
鈥淏ut you want this baby so much and I want it too, but we鈥檝e been trying for three months and it should have happened by now鈥︹
鈥淛ust because we got lucky the first two times, it doesn鈥檛 mean it鈥檚 gonna be the same now. Three months is not that long, okay? And we have time, we can keep trying, it will happen in its own time.鈥
鈥淎nd what if it doesn鈥檛 happen?鈥 you ask with trembling lips.
鈥淭hen nothing changes, we have three beautiful kids, it鈥檚 already perfect, with or without another baby.鈥
鈥淵ou won鈥檛 be mad if I don鈥檛 get pregnant again?鈥 you ask in a broken whisper.
鈥淥h baby, I could never. You already gifted me with three amazing babies and I鈥檓 so happy with what we got. Please don鈥檛 beat yourself up about this, I don鈥檛 want you to wreck yourself because of it.鈥
鈥淚 love you,鈥 you breathe out, wrapping your arms around his neck as you fight your emotions to get you to stop crying already.
鈥淚 love you too, Y/N. So much. Just take it easy, it will happen if it was meant to happen, okay?鈥
You just nod, kissing his neck a few times before pulling back. You feel so relieved already, knowing that it was a mistake to ever think Harry would be anything but kind and loving towards you even with all the failures you鈥檝e been facing.
鈥淲hy don鈥檛 you take a shower or a bath, I鈥檒l help Ellie with her homework and then we can make dinner together, how does that sound?鈥 he hums, gently rubbing your back.
鈥淣o, I want to help Ellie. I want to鈥 I want to be with the kids,鈥 you tell him pouting and Harry gets you right away. Focusing on them will most likely take your mind off of the negative test.
鈥淎lright, whatever you want,鈥 he smiles nodding, kissing your forehead.
You take a quick shower, don鈥檛 want to get too deep in your thoughts. Dressed in Harry鈥檚 hoodie and a pair of comfortable yoga pants you head down, finding Harry in the living room with all three of your kids, looking very much like they are plotting something.
鈥淗ey guys,鈥 you greet the suspiciously, their heads snapping up at your arrival.
鈥淥kay, now!鈥 Harry whisper yells and a moment later you鈥檙e under attack.
Max is the first one to throw himself at you, then comes Maddie and then Ellie, all three of them hugging and kissing you, telling you how much they love you.
鈥淥h my God!鈥 you chuckle, kneeling down so they can reach you better, Max climbs to your back and Maddie is giggling as she kisses your nose. You look Harry鈥檚 way who is watching you with a wide smile from the couch.
鈥淒addy said you needed extra love today!鈥 Ellie explains, laying her head to your shoulder.
鈥淎h, you are so sweet,鈥 you breathe out, touched by the gesture as you hug them to you the best you can. 鈥淚 love you guys so much,鈥 you murmur into Maddie鈥檚 hair.
鈥淎nd we love you too, mum!鈥 Max laughs from behind you, hanging from you like a little monkey.
Letting them go is a little hard, but you need to if you don鈥檛 want to start crying again. Harry was right. Even if this fourth baby doesn鈥檛 happen, you still have such an amazing family, you have nothing to be sad about.
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Having late night snacks with Harry has always been your favorite especially since you鈥檝e become parents. Once the kids are down and you have some privacy, you often use this time to love on each other, but other times it鈥檚 not what you desire.
You鈥檝e been moaning about wanting fries all day to Harry and he was sneaky enough to get a pack of frozen fries on his way home. Ellie went to bed with no problem after Harry read her a bedtime story and the twins were tired enough to fall asleep fast as well. Now as you鈥檙e making your way downstairs, you find your husband standing in the kitchen, his gaze fixated on the air fryer that鈥檚 most likely filled with fries.
鈥淥h God, I鈥檝e been thinking about this all day!鈥 you groan, grabbing plates from the cupboard.
鈥淚 should be offended that I鈥檓 not the one on your mind all day,鈥 he huffs, pretending to be hurt, but you don鈥檛 miss the smirk that curls the corner of his mouth.
鈥淵ou are too! But fries beat you today,鈥 you snort, but kiss his shoulder blade moving past him.
Soon enough, the two of you are sitting at the kitchen island with a pile of fries in front of you, munching on it like you didn鈥檛 have dinner just a few hours ago.
鈥淭his needs ketchup,鈥 Harry hums, walking over to the fridge.
鈥淐an you grab the mustard too?鈥
鈥淢ustard?鈥 he gasps, but grabs it either way as he walks back to his previous seat. 鈥淚 haven鈥檛 seen you eating mustard in ages!鈥
鈥淚 know!鈥 you groan. 鈥淏ut I鈥檓 really craving it.鈥
鈥淟ast time you wanted mustard as if your life depended on it you were pregnant with the twins.鈥
You both freeze at his words, processing what he just said. Slowly you turn to face him, dropping the fry you were holding.
鈥淎nd also when I was pregnant with Ellie,鈥 you add, your eyes growing wider.
鈥淗ave you鈥 when was your last period?鈥 Harry asks in a whisper, the food long forgotten as he hops off his stool and you follow him while doing the quick math.
鈥淚 think鈥 oh God, I鈥檓 like five days late! That鈥檚 a lot!鈥 you gasp, realizing that you completely forgot about your period. You鈥檝e had a busy week with work and Ellie鈥檚 school project you鈥檝e been helping her to put together, it totally slipped your mind that you should have gotten your period earlier this week.
鈥淒o you have any tests you haven鈥檛 used?鈥
鈥淵es, I have one, come on!鈥 you grab his hand and you run up to your bathroom as if it was a race.
Just as you remembered it, the test is in the drawer where you put about two months ago when you and Harry agreed that you鈥檇 take the baby project a little easier, not forcing anything after your breakdown. That worked so well that you kind of forgot about it completely, right until two minutes ago.
Harry stays in the bathroom with you as you pee on the stick and then set it to the counter, setting an alarm on your phone. The two of you sit on the edge of the bathtub, hands tangled together as you anxiously wait for the three minutes to pass.
鈥淏aby, if it comes back negative, it鈥檚 gonna be alright, okay? Don鈥檛 want you to feel bad about it,鈥 he reminds you, kissing the side of your head.
鈥淚 know. We鈥檙e good. I love you,鈥 you say, using it as a kind of mantra to calm your nerves.
鈥淟ove you too.鈥
You sit in silence for the remainder of the time until your phone goes off and you share a nervous look.
鈥淵ou check it, I can鈥檛,鈥 you urge him and Harry nods as he grabs the test from the counter while you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for another failure. 鈥淲hat is it?鈥 you ask in panic when you hear nothing from him.
Harry kneels in front of you, placing a hand on your knee as he kisses your forehead.
鈥淏aby, open your eyes?鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 want to,鈥 you whine. 鈥淛ust tell me!鈥
鈥淚 think you鈥檒l want to see this,鈥 he chuckles softly and it sends a shiver down your spine. Slowly you open your eyes and meet Harry鈥檚 teary gaze as he grins at you wide. Before you could ask anything, he holds up the test and you gasp right away.
Two lines.
There鈥檚 no doubt that there are two lines. It鈥檚 not even faded, you don鈥檛 have to talk yourself into believing that there鈥檚 a second one, because it鈥檚 obvious.
鈥淥h my God,鈥 you whisper, tears rolling down your cheeks as you take the test from him and take a closer look at it. 鈥淚鈥檓 not just seeing double, right?鈥 you ask laughing through your tears.
鈥淣o,鈥 he shakes his head chuckling. 鈥淚t鈥檚 definitely positive.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 positive,鈥 you repeat, eyes meeting his. 鈥淚鈥檓 pregnant. Again!鈥
鈥淵es, you are!鈥 he laughs before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you tight into his embrace, both of you crying happy tears.
鈥淲e鈥檙e having another baby,鈥 you whisper in shock as it slowly hits you. Even though you鈥檝e been trying and planning on it, it鈥檚 still shocking that now it鈥檚 become reality. You鈥檙e gonna have another one.
鈥淚 told you baby. I told you it鈥檚 gonna happen. I knew it,鈥 he mumbles into your hair, kissing you everywhere he can reach as you take deep breaths to stop you from crying.
鈥淎nd you鈥檙e just always right,鈥 you chuckle, cupping his face to pull him into a celebratory kiss.
鈥淎lways,鈥 he hums happily against your lips.
Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!
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bemylord 8 months ago
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隃/岽 蕶岽嚿瓷 岽勈熒瓷⑹ 鈹傖磤岽樶磸薀岽徤⑸磭隃
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鈫 characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.
鈫 warnings: it's fluff part, so there's no angst or hurtful things [some parts might be spicy].
鈫 butler's remark: finally have dropped the last part of this angst theme.i don't know what kind of dr#gs i used when i was writing the last three.
鈫 part one;
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瑟岽涐磤岽呩磸蕗瑟 蕪岽溼礈岽娚:
he'd be very sad and angry at himself for screamed at you. he didn't mean to push you away because of his fatigue. as he recalled the phrase you dropped before leaving: 'i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun' this phrase goes on and on in his head as he runs into your room. he knocked first, hoping you're alone. he knocked again, but there's no response.
'my baby, i'm so-so-so sorry, baby.' he just jump to the bed, wrapping arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. 'no, don't cry because of me, i'm the worst boyfriend ever.' he kisses the top of your head.
yuuji will cry with you if you'd continue to sob your nose, burying your face as deep as it's possible in itadori's chest, unable to deny his necessity. he's comforting you in his arms, whispering praising phrases about you.
'i was a fool, y/n, please forgive me.'
'promise me you'll never scream at me like that.'
instead of words, but kissed your lips, nodded his head. yuuji will show his love and affection by kisses and hugs, holding you tight to keep you from running away.
'y/n, i love you.'
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隃搬礈隃笔溕⑨礈蕗岽 岽嶀磭散岽溼磵瑟:
you've decided not to leave but stay home, waiting as long as his malice calm down. you were waiting for him in the bedroom, still grieved by the last words. you know megumi wasn't serious - he hates being beaten up by todo or satoru, you also know that he'll be a puppy right after a bath.
he showed up in the room in the home shorts, aimlessly rubbing the back of the neck, breathing out what caught your attention.
'i shouldn't have let the anger gets the best of me, y/n.'
bruises and abrasions are coaxed on his upper body and face as it brings the pain when he sits on the bed. he again rubs the skin, nervous to ask you to heal him.
'i-i would like..'
'i'll heal you, 'gumi.'
he smiles, seeing you tenderly how you treat wounds. he thought you were going to kill him after the acuteness, but here you are, helping your lover.
'i don't deserve you y/n, you always have been so kind to me. i'm sorry for being a moron, my angel, i didn't mean it.'
you took him of guard by a quick, yet lovely kiss on the lips.
'i will make it up to you, i will change.'
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隃搬礈隃笔溕⑨礈蕗岽 岽涐磸岽娚:
you may think it'll take days or weeks for him to the realization of what did he do. you were a naive one by leaving the gold wedding ring on the table, thought he won't notice.
'i am not a servant or errand girl, i'm his wife!'
perhaps, you thought he won't sniff as you're leaving the house, silly. he has a perfect hearing to hear where you're going and what you left.
'what a jerk i fell in love for, had the misfortune to marry that...'
'to marry that?'
he finished your sentences, turning your body by your arm.
'need a woman to meet your needs, toji? i've had enough.'
his strong arm didn't let you a chance to leave the place you stand, only pulling you by the chin to look into the loving eyes.
'fool, you're my woman, my wife, and the mother of my future children.'
'regret?' he gasped into your lips before kissing them, nibbling lightly on your lower lip.
'i'll do anything to make you forgive me. should i ea-?'
'home, toji, home!'
'by the way, if you ever take the ring off, ohh. doll~'
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隃贬磤岽涐磸蕗岽 散岽忈磰岽忈礈: [i think i was h1gh, no hate on me after]
i heard about the woman that have called her boyfriend about thosand or more times, so.. it's satoru. satoru has been calling you since you've left the house, maybe, you'd pick up the phone if you weren't be fury at your boyfriend.
you were walking in the park where gojo first confessed his love. your first kiss and something more than a kiss. that place you will always remember is the tallest and oldest tree in the park. noticeable and stately. as you came to the tree you heard someone behind you.
'you knew it's my place, y/n!' what? is that a touchy voice?
'whatever i'm leaving.'
'where do ya goinnng~~'
'home.'
'fine, i'm walking home too. take you home?'
'we live in the same house.'
'that's better! wanna watch netflix and chill?'
i'd say you're mad at him, but i'll lie. he's so funny and cute, how can you resist?
'don't act like a clingy, gojo.'
'you began first. ok-ok, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.'
you had to gag him with a kiss because he would have continued talking nonsense. acting like a child. he lifted you by the waist, kissing you and whispering sweet phrases.
'i love when you're clingy, my baby, i was- i feel so bad due to the work, my angel. soon we'll be going on the mission.'
he lowered you to the ground, kissing you on the tip of your nose.
'let's pick some flowers and make a wreath, shall we?'
'we'll get arrested.'
'you can run, y/n.'
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纱岽纱岽岽嵣 岽嬦磭纱岽涐磸:
you were taking a bath on your own, drowning in the tears - as you've mentioned you're overly clingy and vulnerable and nanami had had known this. he knew you could be sticky when you haven't seen him in a few hours - but does it badly? he knocked twice on the door, waiting for your response.
'darling, mm-' he hesitated as if you'll reject him. 'may i come in?' you only made a quiet mumbling sound, but it was enough for him to enter the bathtub.
he took off his suit, joining you. no matter how much you try, he will see your weeping eyes.
'i shouldn't have yelled at you over a hard day. darling, come to me, tell me how your day went.'
'not before you tell me about yours.'
you sat on his lap, massaging his sturdy, tired shoulders, helping him relax.
'taking a bath like that with you after a day's work is what i like best.'
he kisses your lips as your palms still find themselves on his shoulders. anyway, nanami doesn't want his future wife to cry over him - he'll be the best husband.
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蕗蕪岽忈磵岽嚿 隃贬礈岽嬦礈纱岽:
it has been weeks since you didn't interact with the king: neither you didn't come to his domain nor answer on his questions. when his sudden mouth appeared on yuuji's cheek, asking you to immediately come to his domain, you didn't feel the need to respond sukuna, irritating him.
you were waiting 'till the king will utterly be pissed off by your behavior, taking the possession of the vessel body to finally have a conversation with you.
'y/n, do something! sukuna has been so furious that i can hardly restrain him.'
'the king wants to see the stupid girl?' you crossed arms over the chest, letting out a sigh of relief - finally. 'i'm coming, sukuna.' you touches yuuji's chest to find yourself being instantly on sukuna's lap.
'you've been ignoring me for weeks, woman.'
'i wonder why? because i'm stupid and clingy?'
sukuna pulled the loose strands of hair out of your face carefully, so as not to hurt you with a claw. he cups your cheeks, making you stare directly at him in the eyes.
'i won't say it twice, so hear me out.' he kissed your lips with fondness, which was not characteristic of him. 'i'm sorry, okay?'
from now on, you can show off that the king of curses said sorry to you. be proud of yourself, 'till his eyes are cast dark hue, palms found themselves on your hips.
'i've been alone for days and days, y/n,' you could feel something raising underneath you. 'and why through all bastards you've chosen satoru?'
someone is jealous..
however, i have a feeling that there will be some sort of sequel...
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sweetgirlray 12 days ago
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Irresistible Attraction
Warnings: jealous Billy, age difference (older reader, between his 21-25 years old) Smut (-Honestly, this is a Smut with little plot- dom!Billy and Sub!reader, angry sex, sex in a public place -Library- dirty talk,Breathing kink, a little degradation, unprotected sex).
There may be grammatical errors,English is not my first language and I am still trying to learn, please bear with me.
Word count:1497
A/N: One thing you may not know, but I've been a huge Ben Barnes fan for a few years now, love his characters, and decided it was time to write for one of my favorites because Billy Russo makes me feel things. I hope you enjoy it.
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"So, how was the date?" Your best friend asked taking a seat across from you.
"The date?" You asked before taking a big sip of your coffee trying to pretend you didn't know what she was talking about.
"Yes, the date with Nate from your college class, don't be silly you know what I'm talking about" she continues to speak and you sigh defeated.
You knew that Billy, your security guard hired by your father for reasons you didn't even know, would be listening in on the whole conversation and would know that you ran off in the middle of the night just to have a date.
"That was nice..." Is all you say receiving a sigh of dissatisfaction from your friend.
"Seriously, you can't just tell me it was nice, I want details, I want to know all about it" she says indignantly "Did you kiss him? Please tell me you kissed him"
"Yes..."
"Oh my God, did you have sex with him?" There was a lot of animation in her voice which makes you laugh "Did you?"
"No, I didn't fuck him, it was just our first date and I wasn't in the mood to take things that far at the moment" You looked in Billy's direction and saw the irritation in his eyes, shit, you were screwed.
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Billy could have passed the job of being your security guard off to any one of his many employees, but your father was the kind of important and high-paying man, so the job deserved a certain special attention that only Billy could handle. And to tell the truth, Billy wanted to be close to you from the first day he met you, he was kind of impressed and attracted to you and you felt the same way about him, but you were both good at hiding this feeling, until you couldn't hide it anymore and one day finally gave in to the desire to be together. But deep down you knew that it wouldn't work out, which is why you tried to keep as much distance between the two of you as possible.
"Do you want to explain to me how it was that you had a date last night and I didn't know about it?" Billy asks in an extremely serious voice as he follows you through the college library, your father had rented it during the night shift so you could go there and study quietly until the time you wanted.
聽 "Not really, I don't want to explain anything to you" you say with a certain rudeness as you look carefully for a specific book.
"You must think I'm some kind of idiot don't you?" He laughs, but there certainly wasn't any humor in his voice.
"I don't waste much of my time thinking about you."
"Tell me something" he moves closer to you, almost sticking his chest against your back, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his body "Does he kiss you better than I do?" The question is whispered, even if there was no one in the room, he knew the effect his voice had on you.
"So that's the real problem" you reply turning to look at him "Are you jealous" to a smug smile on your face that Billy would be more than happy to take at that moment.
"It's just a curiosity".
"I'm sorry to inform you that you can't be jealous, I don't belong to you Russo"
He smiles placing both arms one on either side of your head leaving you practically pinned between his body and the heavy bookcase behind you.
"Are you sure about that dear?" He says with his lips very close to yours "Because I distinctly remember you moaning over and over again that you were mine last week."
"That was just a mistake" You say trying not to have memories of him on top of you or the way he touched you so well giving you the best orgasm you had ever had in your entire life.
"A mistake you repeated over and over again" he brings one of his hands up to your face caressing your cheek before lightly running his thumb over your lips, you sigh at the simplest of his touches closing your eyes to enjoy the feel of his palm on your face "You still haven't answered my question dear" his other hand touches your thigh slowly moving up your dress, he stops the movement when he is already very close to your panties as a way to tease you even more "Does he kiss you better than me?" You ask again.
"No," is all you reply before he quickly glues your mouth to his.
You had promised yourself that you would never be with Billy Russo again, that was exactly why you agreed to go out with another guy, you were trying to get Billy out of your mind, but it was impossible, he had taken over your thoughts in an irreversible way.
Billy takes you on his lap with ease and without breaking the kiss has you sit down at one of the several tables in the library.
Your hands work quickly to remove the suit from his body, your fingers find their way to his tie untying it and pulling it off, you watch the dark blue fabric in his hand for a while and smile to yourself as you realize it was the same one he used to tie you in the first time you had sex.
"It's my favorite" he says taking the tie from your hand before throwing it to the floor along with your suit "I have great memories" he whispers before joining your mouth to his again.
His hands move up your legs slowly entering your dress until they reach the fabric of your panties and quickly removing them from your body, his thumb touches your wetness moving up to your clit making you sigh, he chuckles against your lips.
"It's so funny how you say you're not mine" he penetrates two of his fingers inside your intimacy while his other hand is placed around your neck "But you're so desperate for me" his thumb makes circular motions on your clit.
"Bi...Billy."
"So wet, who made you like this baby?" You just sigh and moan at his touch. "Tell me, who makes you so needy like this?"
聽 "You Billy."
He brings you almost to climax but stops before you can really cum, it makes you whimper about how much you needed it, Billy just laughs in response before he pulls down his pants and underwear just enough to stick his member out and finally penetrate you suddenly making you grip the edge of the table hard as you call his name. Billy would never tire of that, the way your name sounded like pure poetry when it came out of your mouth.
He takes one of your legs pinning you even closer to his body as your hands grip his shoulders, even though his shirt was still on he could feel the pressure of your nails against his skin.
"So desperate for my cock, that's all you are isn't it, my little whore desperate to have me" His long fingers curl into your hair pulling it slowly and giving him free access to leave several marks on the skin of your neck "With that little pussy always ready to take me" he begins to thrust faster "My girl, isn't she?"
"Yes Billy, I'm your girl" you moan and feel him sigh against your neck "Only yours" is the incentive he needs to go faster and faster, hitting all the right spots inside you that he knew would make you go crazy.
"Cum for me" he says, your body obeys his order quickly and with a loud cry of his name you come. He groans loudly feeling you squirm with your orgasm and comes soon after.
You lay your head against his chest breathing deeply and trying to regain your breath and strength while Billy stroked your head. When you are finally back on your feet Billy puts on his suit and tie again, also taking your panties and putting them in the inside pocket of his suit saying that they belonged to him now. He helps you up and holds you as you try to regain your balance.
"You know" you say already inside Billy's car as he drives you back to your home "I think I'm going to keep breaking your rules and running away from home if it means you're going to fuck me over a table again" his hand grips your thigh hard.
"Don't even think about it" he warns but maybe you really would break the rules again just so he could punish you one more time.
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willowfolksong a month ago
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the sadness of missing and the joy of reunion
- Gojo Satoru x Reader; Fushiguro Megumi x Reader.
-NSFW (minors dni)
a/n: although this particular work belongs to my 馃В RED Love Story Collection, i remind you that i have my requests open! I've been getting a lot of Haikyuu ones recently, but I would love to write Jujutsu Kaisen too! 鉂
Gojo Satoru
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Saying goodbye to Gojo is always hard, because he's the first one that doesn't wants to let go. The day before a mission he'll usually stay in bed with you, whining loudly each time you try to get up. You're not safe from his fingers, or his tongue, and he'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he pushes his cock deep inside you from behind, both of you tangled in the sheets. You talk about ordering food to share while watching silly movies, but he insists he wants the two of you to cook.
"Come on! It will be fun!" he tells you, tugging your hand and leading you to the kitchen in your pajamas.
You try to follow a pie recipe you find on the Internet, but end up making a mess instead鈥擥ojo taking pictures and laughing histerically at every mistake you two make. You finally give up, when the fear of burning down your kitchen becomes too much. Gojo grabs you then and sits you up on the counter, and you end up putting the blueberries to another use.
You moan, and look down to see him holding one between his teeth and dragging her lazily against your clit. He winks at you before swallowing it down "I think that's enough sugar for now"
He eats you out like a starving man, and you decide to make pancakes after you've come at least twice in his mouth, and one around his cock. Gojo hugs you from behind the whole time, and you eat the fluffy treats sitting on his lap by the couch, a movie you don't pay attention playing in the background.
You fall asleep on him鈥 your head on his shoulder鈥 and you don't have any way of knowing it, but he never sleeps on the nights before leaving you, opting to watch you until sunrise. Only in those fleeting moments the great Gojo Satoru allows himself to be scared. He knows, after all, what is like to lose the ones you love.
You wake up with your alarm, and although he's long gone by then, usually something of his stays behind. Most times he leaves you a coat, but once he even left his shoes by the door, joking about sending a clear message to everyone that comes to your appartment.
The long wait begins.
Fushiguro Megumi
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Waiting for Megumi to come back is pure torture. On top of it all, he never contacts you during a mission. You get no text, no call, anything that actually tells you that yes, he's alive and well, and he'll return to you. So you pace around your appartment, you go to work, you talk to your friends and watch TV, but your head is filled with only thoughts of Megumi, and so you take comfort in the little moments alone, when you scroll through your phone and look at the pictures you have of him: most are of them alone, either reading or just simply existing, but you have the need to take photos of him doing basically anything because he's just so gorgeous to you; others are of the two of you, mostly selfies, and the little secret smile he saves only for your eyes has your heart melting everytime; a lot of them are also photo bombed by Gojo, or Itadori, and sometimes even Nobara is in the background, and you laugh but always end up tearing up because you just miss him so much.
The reunion is worth it. He always returns unexpectedly, using the key you gave him and making you jump in excitement and rush to his arms. Your kisses quickly turn hasty, hungry, the 'I miss you's going back and fort as he pushes you towards the bedroom. You crawl into the bed, scooting backwards in a hurry, and he follows you like he can't help himself. You spread your legs and he makes quick work of whatever you're wearing, yanking your panties aside at the same time his other hand pushes his own pants and boxers down. You only catch a brief glimpse of his cock, hard and ready, as he nears鈥 and then your eyes are fluttering shut at the first feel of hot flesh on your most intimate place. You throw your head back and moan, grasping his shoulders as he sinks smoothly into you.
"Please" he whispers in your ear, and you're not sure what he's asking you, but you know that in that moment you would give him anything.
Megumi kisses you again, greedy and desperate, and starts fucking you in short, harsh thrusts, as if he couldn't bear to slide all the way out before he was fucking into you again. It's fast and hot and you're聽 panting in between kisses鈥 and sliding a hand down to rub at your clit, whimpering and arching your back. You come soon, clenching around Megumi's cock and grinding down on him.
"Fuck" he groans, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and sweat dripping down his temples "You're beautiful, you're so beautiful 鈥" You cut him off by yanking him down and kissing him roughly. He slams hard against you, and his hips work frantically as he comes, pumping you full of come.
You're laughing of pure joy when he collapses against you, shaking, and he soon does the same, as your arms wrap around his back.
"So... you definitely missed me, right?" you joke, and feeling his chuckle against your skin is the best thing in the world.
You're home.
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unforth 3 months ago
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There's always been several things about the "you should write because you love it/want to/for yourself, not for popularity/readers/kudos/comments/attention/praise/whatever!" talk that bothered me. It's not solely that it creates this weird implication that people who write with the intention of sharing it, and who want to share their work and interact with readers, are somehow "doing it wrong," though that's definitely one ridiculous element of it. However, I was never able to put my finger on what, exactly, struck me as so incredibly off.
And then it came to me, out of the blue, last week, as a flash of insight, and I can't believe I never realized it before.
"Creating a story" and "writing a story" are not the same activity, and the "you should write for yourself ~uwu~!" proselytizers in no way recognize that these two things are completely different.
Look, here's how it goes. I'm lying in bed, trying and failing to fall asleep, and I'm starting to get anxious about falling asleep, and the more anxious I get, the less likely I am to actually manage to sleep, so I have to come up with a way to distract myself pronto. When this first started happening to me 30+ years ago, I was at a loss, but now it's old hat, I know exactly what to do: envision a favorite character. They might be an OC. They might be from a table top RPG or LARP I've played. They might be from a favorite book, movie, show, etc. And, once I've picked that character, I think - okay, this is who I'm in the mood to think about right now. What kind of story do I want to tell? For me, I usually want an adventure with some romance, and I usually want queer, and I usually want some smut, and, and, and. The precise details depend on my mood, and how tired I am, and how long I'm lying there, and what my hormones are doing, and how my depression is, and who knows what else. Brains are fucking weird, I'm just along for the ride (and hoping I'll eventually maybe actually fall asleep).
Sometimes, I'll fall asleep before I come up with anything I really want to explore.
Sometimes, I'll fall asleep every night for a week before I come up with anything I really want to explore.
And then, when it comes, the pieces will fall together all at once, and I'll start to craft a story.
I'll imagine how the characters meet, what the conflict is, what brings them together, what tears them apart. I'll play out entire dialogs word for word with description and all. I'll imagine them falling in love, and falling apart, and falling and falling and falling until they finally rise, triumphant.
Sometimes, I can tell the entire story in one night. Sometimes, it takes me days, or weeks. The ones I like best I revisit months and years later, whenever I remember them and go, "oh yeah, I loved that one." I'll retell them over and over again, until I could recite to you the entire course of events.
I create a story.
And that activity? Is absolutely one I do solely for myself. It's epic, and it's empowering, and it makes me happy, and it helps me sleep, and it allows me to explore my emotions and picture other worlds and to tell a tale that's exactly what I want. All the best parts, with the happy ending close at hand.
You know what doing this isn't? It's not even close to writing a story.
Let's go to the next step of this process: I've got an idea and I really love it and I decide, "I want to write this down." I have absolutely no reason to do this just for myself. The story is already created. If I didn't want to share it, I literally never have to write it down. It's already in my head. It's already mine. Writing it down is done solely to share it with others - and it's an arduous, incredibly difficult slog. The story I can tell in a night or two or ten will take days, weeks, months, years to codify into elegant words suitable for consumption that communicate the images, ideas, emotions, and story that I've already created for myself. By the time I finish a novel or long fic, I've usually told the story to myself so many times that I'm fucking sick of it. The reason I never write codas and timestamps, even when I've said I would, is that seriously by the time I write "the end" I am so fucking over this garbage that I don't want to think of it again. Because my brain has told that story, to myself, and now to everyone else, and it took so flippin' long to tell it to someone else that I want to tell a new story. Heck, usually by the time I finish a long fic, I HAVE created stories, multiple stories, for myself, because I'm bored of the one I'm writing, so instead/as well, I craft a dozen others to keep myself entertained, ones I'll never write down and never share - stories that are just for me.
I truly think the vast majority of the people who are the hugest proponents of "write for YOU!" have never tried to write something long - something that takes months and months (how long that is, word count-wise, will be different for different people, of course).
I want to, and DO, create stories for myself. All the time. Constantly. Multiple times a day.
But turning the fantasy in my head into something readable? That's work, and it's work that I never have to do if the goal is just to "tell the stories I want to tell." I do that silently 24/7.
Putting it into words? That's about sharing.
And THAT is why "write for you, don't worry about readers!" has never spoken to me. And I can't believe I've been writing for almost 30 years and only JUST figured this out.
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mackenzielovee 4 months ago
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crazy love (part 5) - rafe cameron
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a/n: okay maybe this one is my favorite part. i can't tell anymore. lmk what you think! love y'all enjoy!
Summary: You finally get to meet Ward Cameron, and learn the truth about why Rafe is the way he is.
Warnings: fighting, blood, swearing, mentions of sex
Word Count: 6.7k
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"Oh shit, look who it is."
Topper smirks over at Rafe when JJ approaches the table. JJ refrains from rolling his eyes, greeting them and asking what they want to drink.
"I'll take a mai tai," Rafe speaks, only glancing quickly at JJ before busying himself with the menu again.
"Same here," Topper speaks up, "Hey, how's the missus, JJ?"
JJ's jaw clenches as he stares at Topper.
"News travels, huh, Top?" JJ says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Oh, did you guys break up?" Topper gasps, "Oh, shit. My bad, man. Is that why you look so bummed out?"
Kelce snickers, making Topper laugh. Rafe just rolls his eyes, earning a punch on the arm from Topper.
"What to drink, Kelce?" JJ asks, biting down so hard on his tongue he worries it will split in two.
"So, that means she's single now?" Topper continues.
Rafe throws his head back, answering before JJ has a chance, "No, Top. Mind your damn business."
JJ snaps his head over to Rafe, glaring at him.
"What would you know about it?" JJ asks, forgetting completely about Kelce's drink order.
"Just- run along, Pogue. Forget it," Rafe waves JJ off.
"Why are you acting weird, bro?" Topper asks Rafe, whacking him on the arm again.
"Fucking hit me again, Topper," Rafe snaps.
"Forget what?" JJ pushes, "You don't even know my girlfriend."
"Ex," Topper reminds JJ, earning a glare from him.
"You don't know half of it, brother," Rafe laughs sarcastically. This time, it's Topper's head that snaps over to Rafe.
"What does that mean?" Topper questions, then his face drops, "Oh, shit."
"What?" Kelce questions.
Rafe's face falls, knowing he's completely out of control of this situation now.
"Holy fuck!" Topper practically yells, "JJ's wife is the girl? Bro!"
"Not his wife," Rafe replies, rolling his eyes.
"What fucking girl, Topper?" JJ asks, eyes desperately searching around the table for an answer.
"Oh, JJ, bro, I'm sorry," Topper laughs, clearly not sympathetic, "Rafe spent the summer balls deep in your girlfriend."
"Shut the fuck up, Topper," Rafe snaps.
"That's not true," JJ shakes his head, "She told me she doesn't even know you."
Topper snickers, ignoring Rafe kicking him under the table, "Probably said that because they broke each other's hearts."
JJ looks over at Rafe, and can tell by the expression on his face that it's true. Before he can even process what he's doing, he grabs onto the collar of Rafe's shirt and pulls him out of his chair.
"Tell me the truth, Cameron," JJ spits.
Rafe laughs angrily, not being a fan of the hands on him. His anger is boiling up, but instead of fighting, he decides to use his words.
"You want the truth, man?" Rafe asks, watching JJ's expression, "All right. She's so damn sick of having bad sex with you. Should've seen the way she fucking begged for me. I mean, shit, man, I've made her come more times in the past couple days than you have in your entire relationship."
Rafe's on the ground before he even registers the punch. Topper stands up immediately, but Rafe beats him up and over to JJ. He gets in a few solid punches before JJ can even fire one off. Kelce stands, trying to break it up. He realizes quickly he can't do it alone, so he rushes inside to the bar to grab some people.
Rafe continues punching JJ in the face, unable to stop. He blames JJ for how he's been feeling the past few months - how arrogant of JJ to think he could take better care of you than he could.
JJ's manager pulls Rafe off of him, shoving him back toward Topper. He stands JJ up, holding him back.
"I'll fucking kill you, Cameron," JJ shouts, feeling blood drip into his mouth from his nose.
Rafe just chuckles, begging JJ to try. JJ steps forward again, but his manager yanks him back.
"My office. Now."
JJ spits blood at Rafe and Topper, then walks inside the Club.
"Holy shit!" Topper laughs.
"You're a fucking idiot, Top."
Rafe wakes up from his nightmare tucked in your bed, noting immediately that it's still dark out. He grabs his phone off your nightstand and checks the time. Five twenty-three. He knows he should get home soon anyway to shower and get dressed, considering Ward would quite literally shit himself if Rafe shows up to the office in a blood soaked white shirt. He looks over at you, watching as you softly breathe in and out through your mouth.
You're tucked onto his chest, one arm loosely wrapped around his torso and one leg tucked over his. He debates staying, being late, just to not risk waking you. He knows you had such a rough night, and had a lot of trouble falling asleep by the way you kept tossing and turning in Rafe's grip. He hadn't planned to spend the night, but he just couldn't leave you after what happened.
Carefully, Rafe slides himself out from underneath you, leaning down and giving you a gentle kiss on your cheek. He turns his pillow to the side and sets it next to you, watching as you move around and eventually wrap your arm around it.
He steps to your desk and grabs a piece of paper and pencil, using his phone to light up the area just enough so he can see what he's writing. He folds up his note and sets it on your nightstand, then grabs his clothes and shoes, dressing quickly. His heart tugs when he sees you still asleep, wanting to just crawl back in with you and stay.
He takes a deep breath and opens the window, crawling out and shutting it behind him as best he can. He knows he'll see you after work. That's the only reason he leaves.
When you wake up, the first thing you notice is that Rafe's gone. Your heart sinks, wishing for nothing more than a hug from him right now. You roll over and grab your phone from your nightstand, noticing how your hand brushes over a folded piece of paper on your nightstand. It has your name on it with a little heart, making you smile before you even open it. You lay on your back and unfold it, running your fingers over his rough handwriting.
Goodmorning, baby.
Sorry I have to go. Duty calls.
Have a great day at school. Keep your head up. Anyone says anything to you, I'll kick their ass. You know I will.
Is it cheesy if I say I love you? I don't care.
I love you.
Rafe
You smile, your eyes welling up before you can even help it. With everything that's happened in the past few days, you couldn't be more thankful that you have him. You want to skip school again, but you know Rafe would be upset if you stayed back again. You know you need to push through all of this, because you can't avoid it forever.
You suffer through your school day. You don't see JJ or any of the friends all day, but you're sure they're there. Everyone is still looking at you, and you wonder if Kie's told people that you cheated on JJ. You're sure she must have, if she's the one who told them all that you two broke up in the first place.
By the time you're leaving school, all you want to do is be with Rafe. A little voice in your head wonders if you're spending too much time with him. You push it away, reminding yourself that it's a new thing and you're allowed to be a little bit obsessed. You text him and ask if he's busy at work as you walk off campus, surprised when he immediately FaceTimes you.
"Hey, beautiful," he smiles into the phone.
You can tell by his shirt and his hair that he's still at work. You smile, loving that blue color on him.
"Hello, handsome," you grin, every anxiety and fear you had all day melting away just by the sound of his voice.
"I'm sensing you're requesting my presence," he smirks.
"Don't be so arrogant," you roll your eyes, but he can tell by your expression that he's right.
"Oh, okay. I'll make plans, then."
You groan, watching as he laughs. You can still see the cut on his lip, and his eye is only worse than it was. You wonder if his Dad said anything about him showing up to work like that.
"No," you sigh in defeat, "Don't make plans. I would really like to see you."
His grin stretches a mile along as you speak, "My house tonight. We can hang out in a bedroom that actually has a TV."
Your jaw falls open, offended that he would bring that up.
"Hey!" you protest, "My laptop does just fine!"
"Yeah, for you," he grumbles, "I can't see shi- What?"
You look at him confused, but figure he's talking to someone else when he looks up and away from the phone. Quickly, he mutes his side of the call. You wait awkwardly, not knowing why he's muting himself or what you're supposed to do. You watch his facial expression change; he clenches is jaw and moves his tongue up against his cheek, like he's trying to refrain from speaking. After a few minutes, he unmutes himself.
"I gotta go, gorgeous," he whispers into the phone, trying his best to conceal it, "My house. Tonight. Six o'clock."
You start to protest, but Rafe speaks up again.
"I'll pick you up. You're not walking all the way to Figure Eight. Also, I was gonna play it cool and say eight, but I can't wait that long. Love you. Bye."
He hangs up before you can agree, protest, or even respond. You just smile and tuck your phone away, shaking your head and wondering what the hell you're gonna do with that boy.
Rafe picks you up ten minutes before six. He even came to the front door like a gentleman, fully expecting one of your parents to get the door. When you pull it open, he looks nervous as hell. He relaxes when his eyes settle into yours, pulling you into a hug.
The ride to Figure Eight feels short because of the way Rafe refuses to take his hands off you. He even asks you to sit in his lap while he drives, which you only decline because you don't want to have to explain that ticket to anyone.
Although you've been over on Figure Eight and Tannyhill before, the house always makes your breath hitch. You can't even begin to imagine what Rafe thinks when he pulls up to your little tiny house.
Rafe shuts off the truck and rushes around to your side, holding his hand out for you to help you. You want to tell him you're capable of getting out yourself, but the smile that comes over his face makes you close your lips.
"Y'know," he says sheepishly as he leads you up to the house, "I think this is our first time using the front door here without sneaking."
You laugh, looking up and practically getting lost in his blue eyes, "We've grown up, huh?"
Rafe smiles and nods, pulling out his keys and unlocking the front door with ease. Every time you've entered the Cameron house up until this point, it's been dark and you've been too needy for Rafe to even pay attention to the house. As you step into the lit up foyer, your breathing stops. The house is beautifully decorated, probably coming from his step-mom's interior design skills, and you start feeling embarrassed of your own home. Rafe's never mentioned a word, but now you're pretty much horrified.
"Wow," you mumble.
"Yeah," Rafe replies, voice low, "It's a lot."
You want to speak up, telling him you didn't mean it like that, but he just tugs you toward the kitchen. Rafe groans when you two walk through the doorway and find his little sister and his dad inside.
"Guys," Rafe groans, nodding his head toward the door to get them to leave.
"Evening, Rafe," Ward smiles, like he hadn't just spent the entire day with his son, "Who's your friend?"
Rafe's grip tightens around your hand, his first instinct to wrap you up in him to keep his dad from looking at you. His little sister just watches, looking amused by the whole thing. When Rafe doesn't speak up, you decide to.
"Y/N," you introduce yourself, untangling your hand from Rafe's for his dad to shake.
"Lovely to meet you," Ward smiles tightly, "You can call me Ward. This is my daughter, Wheezie."
"Hi," Wheezie waves shyly from her seat at the bar.
"Hey," you wave back, trying your best to be friendly and not awkward. Rafe is being no help, just huffing and puffing behind you.
"Great, now that everyone's acquainted," Rafe speaks up, staring holes in his sibling and father.
"My apologies, Y/N," Ward shakes his head, "We were told to make ourselves scarce by now. Wheezie's baking, Rafe. Cookies in the oven. She'll be down in a few minutes to take them out."
Wheezie stands up from the bar, giving you another smile. You smile back, already hoping the two of you will be friends. Rafe steps forward and sets his hand on the small of your back.
"I'll take them out of the oven, Wheeze," he sighs.
"Timer's on my phone," she informs him, holding it up as proof, "Plus, you don't know how to tell if they're done."
"Jesus, Wheezie, you're really baking right now?"
"Dad wanted cookies."
"Of course, he did."
Rafe's head snaps over to Ward, who's looking at his phone and no longer paying attention to you all.
"Rafe," Ward speaks up after a minute, "Did you close out the Lloyd account?"
Rafe throws his head back, unable to believe he couldn't even have one night in his own house without someone fucking it up.
"Dad-"
"I asked you a question, son."
Ward's voice is harsher than it had been when he spoke to you, making you wince. You reach up and subtly set your hand on Rafe's arm, trying to comfort him.
"Wheeze," Rafe speaks, not breaking eye contact with his dad, "Will you please show Y/N the library? She loves Steinbeck. Show her what we have."
He removes his hands from you, giving you an encouraging smile. You stare at him for a moment and he knows you don't want to leave him. You can tell he's embarrassed, though. You nod your head slightly and then turn to Wheezie, who's smiling softly and ready to lead you.
"This way," she directs.
She leads you out of the kitchen and back to the foyer, opening a door just to the left of the front door and pulling it open. Your jaw drops at their collection, sure you've never seen so many books in your life.
"They do that a lot," Wheezie informs you once the door is shut behind the two of you, "They're probably gonna yell, so you always want to close the door."
You trace your fingers over the spines of the rows of books, eyes raking over the familiar titles. When you look over at Wheezie, she's hunched in one of the chairs.
"I'm sure it's going to be fine," you take a step toward her, sitting down across from her when she doesn't object.
"Who knows," she shrugs, "Rafe threatened to move out a few months ago. They've been really bad since then."
You silently do the math in your head, trying to figure out if 'a few months ago' meant when Rafe was in what he called his 'little hole'. You don't ask Wheezie, given she doesn't need to know about her brother's drug addiction or month long bender.
"They'll work it out," you encourage with a small smile, "Rafe can be stubborn, but he loves working for your dad."
You don't know that, but Wheezie needs that right now. She smiles back, accepting your words. She stands up suddenly, walking over to a particular shelf and skimming it before she settles on a book.
"Steinbeck," she says when she presents it to you, "Rafe loves this one."
You take 'The Grapes of Wrath' from Wheezie and absentmindedly flip through it as she sits back down. You can see where Rafe must have bent the pages down to mark where he left off, and how he lightly underlined some of his favorite quotes.
"So," Wheezie starts again, "No offense, but, who are you?"
"What?" you ask her, not understanding what she's going for. She already knows your name.
"I mean, Rafe doesn't bring girls here. And when he does, he doesn't know the authors they like. And then, all of the sudden, I'm getting a text from him telling me to hide out in my room all night because he's having a guest over. Just confused, I guess."
You stare at her, taking in every single word she just said, and a part of you is super relieved. Rafe doesn't bring girls here. With the display her dad just presented, you don't wonder why.
Before you can reply, the timer on Wheezie's phone goes off. She leans forward and turns it off, smiling sadly at you.
"Guess the cookies are gonna burn," she frowns.
You set the book down on the table in front of you, then stand up and reach for Wheezie's hand. She stares up at you as if you're crazy, not moving a muscle.
"Nothing's gonna burn. Come on."
She stares at you for another second, then takes your hand and smiles. You really hope you're winning her over. You walk toward the door and then pull it open, stepping out into the foyer with Wheezie behind you. You exhale with relief, thinking they're done, when you suddenly hear Rafe.
"She's not some girl, Dad," Rafe says.
Wheezie immediately pulls your arm back, not wanting you to hear. You look back and give her a look, telling her to relax and it's okay.
"So, are you planning on bringing her next weekend?"
You're confused, but you're trying not to listen. It's private, and you've known for a while that Rafe is always gonna do what Rafe wants.
"She's not gonna want to walk around the Club on display. I'm not putting her through that."
"So, she's just gonna be some girl you have sex with upstairs? That's classy, Rafe."
You wince, more for Wheezie than yourself, and then stop once the two of you are about at the doorway. As much as you know you shouldn't, you want to hear Rafe's response.
"Are you serious, Dad?" he sighs, "No. It's not like that. I don't have to defend my relationship to you-"
"So, that's what it is? A relationship? You didn't even introduce her to us, Rafe. She had to do it herself. It's a shame, son. She seems like a nice girl."
Wheezie's watching the expression on your face, and although she can't tell what you're thinking, she knows you shouldn't hear anymore. She walks forward into the kitchen, tugging you with her by your hand.
"Sorry," she says innocently when she steps inside, "Cookie's are done, Dad."
"Wonderful, sweetheart," he replies, although both he and Rafe are staring at you.
You look at Rafe, at the sweet boy who's quickly taken over your life, and you barely recognize him. You're so used to Rafe being a tough guy who doesn't let anyone get to him. This version of him looks different. He looks tired; he looks stressed and overwhelmed.
"Hi," you whisper to him.
He smiles softly, both of you ignoring the other two in the room. Even though he's standing several steps away, the adoring look in his eye is enough to comfort you right now. He mouths 'I love you' to you before he turns back to his dad.
"Dad, Wheezie, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."
Your blood runs cold when Rafe says the word, but you wipe away your surprised look so Ward can't get any ideas. Rafe steps over and takes your hand, quickly relaxing when his skin touches yours.
"She's cool," Wheezie nods as she slides the cookies from the tray to a plate with a spatula. You smile.
"Girlfriend," Ward nods his approval to Rafe, then smiles to you, "Welcome to our home, Y/N. My apologies for having you step out. We're good now."
Ward sets his hand on Rafe's shoulder, patting him. Rafe just nods his head, not changing his expression in the slightest.
"Thank you," you reply, "It's fine."
"Well, Wheeze," Ward sighs as he looks to her, "What do you say we get out of here?"
Wheezie shrugs, handing her dad a plate with two of her cookies on it. Rafe stares at them, knowing the reason why Ward wanted those baked right now. It wasn't because he has a sweet tooth.
"Enjoy, you two," Ward smiles sweetly, and you wonder if he ever really means what he's saying or if he's just mastered the art of being fake.
"Thanks for the cookies, Wheeze," Rafe mumbles out to his sister before she disappears. Wheezie smiles at her brother and then gives you a thumbs-up, making you laugh.
The second the two of them disappear, Rafe throws his head down on your shoulder. His hand is still tangled in yours, but he isn't close enough.
"I'm so sorry, babe," he says, "I'm embarrassed. That's now how that was supposed to go."
You bring your free hand up to his back and scratch it, doing your best to comfort his six foot four self as he leans down on you.
"Girlfriend, huh?" you tease.
He brings his head up after a minute, grinning cheekily but still sporting pink cheeks. You wish you could take a picture of this expression, because it makes your heart swell.
"Did I forget to ask you that?" he teases.
You laugh, "Hmm. I think so."
He wraps both of his arms around you and sets his chin on your head as he pulls you in for a hug.
"Must've been the fact that you were still in a relationship," he laughs. You roll your eyes, but don't stop rubbing on his back. Even if he is teasing you.
"Must've," you agree.
"I really am sorry, baby," he mumbles, bringing his lips to your neck, "Really."
You smile, completely and totally wrapped up in this boy. Everything about him is just making you crazy.
"Well, I suppose with everything I've put you through over the past week, McGregor, we can get through this, too."
Rafe pulls back, laughing at your 'McGregor' remark. You move your hand up to his cheek, then your thumb to his lips, tracing gently over the spot where it's cut open.
"Does your eye still hurt?" you ask after a minute.
"No."
You roll your eyes, knowing he's just saying that to sound like a tough guy. He sighs, hating when you roll your eyes at him.
"A little," he admits, watching your nod of approval.
You lean up and kiss his cheek, thanking him for being honest with you. He catches your face in his hands as you pull away and brings his lips down to your, kissing you. He deepens it when you don't pull away, allowing one hand to drop from your face and roam your body.
He leads you back, pressing you against the island as he continues. His kisses are deep and urgent, like he just can't seem to get enough. His hand trails down to your jeans, making you moan in his mouth. His fingers hover over the button on your pants, and just as he's about to undo it, he stops and steps completely away from you.
You stare at him, confused, as he turns his back on you and runs a stressed finger through his hair.
"That's new," you mutter, trying to straighten out your shirt and wipe the lipgloss that had been smeared when Rafe lost control of himself.
He turns to you, still shaking his head as he wipes lipgloss from the corners of his own mouth.
"I had a whole goddamn night planned, and, God, you just-"
He steps forward, setting his hands on your hips again. He brings his lips down and you prepare to go at it again, but he stops before they touch. You stare up at him, waiting for him to either speak or make a move.
"You just drive me fucking crazy."
"I'm sorry," you snicker, setting your head down on his chest. He rubs your back, breathing deeply and doing his best to let your scent linger in his nose before he exhales.
"So, um," he speaks up after a minute, "About the girlfriend thing-"
"Yes."
Rafe chuckles, bringing one hand down and setting it shamelessly on your ass, "Baby, you have to let me ask you."
"Fine," you grumble.
Rafe presses his hand on your shoulders, telling you silently to wait right there. He steps out of the room, only for a moment, then comes back in. You grin as you spy the vase full of flowers in his hand. His cheeks are burning red, as he already knows they are your favorites. Your jaw falls open, and you bring your hand up to cover your mouth as you stare at him.
He steps forward, eventually getting so close to you that you can feel the heat radiating off his body.
"Hey," he says lamely, making you laugh.
"Hey," you reply, watching a goofy smile erupt onto his face as he realizes how stupid he sounded.
"So, I've never done this before. If it's not obvious."
You grin, bringing your hand up to caress his cheek, "You're doing a fine job so far."
He rolls his eyes, making you wonder why he gets to roll his eyes at you, but gets mad when you do it to him.
"All right," he takes a deep breath, "While I realize that you've been out of your relationship for, like, three days now, I would really appreciate-"
"Yes."
"Baby," he groans, sounding more like a toddler than a nineteen year old.
"Sorry."
"Okay," he starts over, "Will you please be my girlfriend?"
You bite your lip to hide your smile as you stare at him. Although he knows you're going to say yes, he still sports the furrowed eyebrows and anxious expression.
"Can I think about it?" you tease him.
Rafe sighs and rolls his eyes, setting the flowers down on the island beside the two of you and then placing his hands on his hips.
"You really just-"
"Yes," you stop him, "I quite literally cannot think of anything I want more in the world."
He grins, wasting no time as he steps forward and kisses you. He's more needy this time, hands roaming your body without a second thought, lips attacking yours and moving down to your neck before you can even process it.
"God, I know I shouldn't mack on you like this in my kitchen but I just can't fucking help it," he whispers against your neck, "You're so fucking beautiful."
"Rafe," you say, telling him it's about to get out of hand if he doesn't stop.
He continues for another minute, unsure if he's able to pull away, then finally does. He holds his hands up in surrender, backing away about three feet from you.
"All right, I'm good," he declares, but you can tell by his pants that he's not.
You laugh and move over to the bar where Wheezie had been sitting earlier, plucking one of her cookies from the plate. Rafe steps in front of you, figuring it's a good idea to keep the kitchen counter and bar space between the two of you so he can attempt to control himself.
"So, your sister told me how you demanded that she hide out in her room tonight," you tell him, breaking off a piece of the cookie and eating it.
"Oh, God," Rafe grumbles, running a hand through his hair, "What else did she say?"
You hesitate for a moment, then move your eyes away from his, "Nothing."
You decide to keep Wheezie's comments about Rafe never having brought any girls home to yourself. It's a sweet little detail you love knowing, but you also don't want to embarrass him. You also don't want to bring up how she told you Rafe threatened to move out. Rafe raises his eyebrow at you.
"You know I know you're lying, right?"
You lick your lips and then bite your bottom one, trying to hide your smile. You bring your eyes back up to his and shrug, earning a frustrated groan from him.
"Hey, Rafe?"
He looks up at you, curious why your tone has changed. You look down to your lap as you consider what you're about to ask him, hoping he doesn't take it the wrong way or get mad at you.
"What is it, baby?" he asks. He steps around the counter and over to you, setting his hand on the back of your seat and leaning down.
"I need a favor," you say, finally meeting his eyes.
His stare is intense as he speaks, "Anything you want."
You sigh and shake your head, knowing that if anything Rafe Cameron says is true, it's that. He would do anything for you, and you know it, which is why you feel so bad asking.
"I need you to get JJ his job back."
Rafe steps back one pace, dropping his hands to his side, "What?"
"Rafe-"
"No, hold on," he stops you, setting his hands on his hips, "I bring you to my house, introduce you to my dad and sister, ask you to be my girlfriend, then make out with you in my kitchen, and you're still thinking about him?"
"Oh, lord, Rafe, it's not like that and you know it," you snap, standing up from your seat.
"Looks like that to me," he replies, staring intently at you.
"Okay, listen to me," you step to him, setting your hands on his chest, "We both fucked up. You and I. But I told John B the other night that I would make it right, and this is the only way I know how to do that. Please, Rafe. I know you can do it. That job is his only source of income and I just have been feeling so guilty about the way things went down. Please."
He sighs, staring down at your beautiful, pleading eyes and feeling his heart melt. Sometimes, he feels completely blown away by how good of a person you are. Even if he sucks you in to his drama.
"Fuck, hang on," he groans, stepping away from you and grabbing his phone off the counter.
You watch him scroll and click around on it, then step over to you. He leans down and kisses you, and you note how it feels more possessive than anything.
"For you, gorgeous. Not for him."
You nod, giving him one more peck on the lips before he presses on his phone screen and dials a number. Instinctively, he flicks his wrist up and checks his Rolex, figuring the Club might be busy at this hour.
"Yo, Marco. What's up. Rafe Cameron. Yeah, man, doing fine. No, no the course is great. My buddy and I played a round the other day. Yeah, the night of the fight. I know, man."
You sigh and sit back down in your chair, taking another bite of your cookie. Rafe looks over at you, at the bruise forming on your neck from when he couldn't remove himself earlier, then smirks.
"Yeah, listen, bro. So, that kid is actually a friend of my girlfriend's and it was just totally a misunderstanding and it's been sorted out since. I was wondering if- yeah, no, I get that. I know people saw but- yeah. I understand, Marco, but my family's tab each month probably half what the restaurant makes, so I'm guessing you really don't want to lose that income, man."
You raise your eyebrow, not realizing Rafe would take it this far. He rolls his eyes at you, as if to say it's taking longer than it should.
"Aw, man, Marco. You're doing me a solid. Thank you, bro. Yeah, JJ Maybank. I'll let the guys at the Club know we were just messing around. Okay. Thanks, I owe you one. You got it, man. Bye."
Rafe throws his phone down on the counter and sighs, glaring at you for making him do that. You stand up and rush to him, giving him a kiss.
"Thank you," you whisper to him, "I really, really appreciate that."
Rafe smiles down at you, letting his frustration go. He never thought he'd be doing anything even remotely nice for JJ Maybank.
"Let's just eat so I can take you upstairs," he smirks, imagining you back in his bed.
Even though you can feel your stomach growling, you know Rafe isn't hungry. You smile up at him, then stroke his cheek.
"Let's eat later," you say, your voice needy.
Rafe's grin stretches across his face as he gratefully accepts your silent proposal. He leans down and kisses you, then wraps his hands around your hips and picks you up. You yelp out at his sudden movement, making him laugh.
He takes you upstairs quickly, which is where you show him just how much you appreciate him doing you that favor. He has to remind you four times as he fucks you that you two aren't alone in the house, and as much as he loves hearing you, he doesn't think Wheezie will. And the last thing Rafe wants is Ward to hear and think he's right about you just being some girl he fucks in his bedroom.
You're completely worn by the time Rafe's done with you. He collapses beside you, breathing heavily. You throw your head back against his pillow, still squirming. You know you're gonna be sore tomorrow. Rafe chuckles as he watches you try to relax.
"Worked up an appetite," he informs you, "Wanna go downstairs and eat?"
You look over at him, at your boyfriend, and narrow your eyes. He furrows his eyebrows, asking why you're looking at him like that.
"Rafe, I can't walk," you inform him, which makes him laugh loudly. You clamp your hand over his mouth, but it's no use, because he removes it right away.
"I'm sorry, pretty girl," he says, but his cheeky grin tells you otherwise, "I'll go get us something."
He leaves a quick kiss on your lips, then stands up and slips into his boxers. He throws a shirt on and then starts toward the door, looking back just to admire you, naked in his bed. Once he slips out and closes the door, you reach for your phone.
You dial JJ's number before you can think twice about it, sure he won't pick up your call anyway. The phone rings and rings, then goes to voicemail. You clear your throat right before the beep, feeling the anxiety rise in your stomach.
"Hey, uh, it's me. I totally get why you don't wanna hear from me, so I promise I won't call again. I just wanted to let you know that you should be getting a call about your job some time tomorrow. I know it's not much, but it's the only thing I could think of. Anyway, um, hope you're doing okay. Uh, yeah. Talk to you. Maybe. Bye."
You curse when you hang up, knowing you sounded awkward as hell. You toss your phone down on the bed, wishing you could redo that entire thing.
Rafe doesn't come back up for a while, but when he does, he has a look on his face that tells you he has to tell you something.
"Baby," he whisper yells when he enters, "Guess what my dad just told me."
You eye the armful of snacks he has, but the look on his face draws you in more. Rafe dumps the snacks down on his bed and then crawls up to you.
"What? Did he hear us?" you ask, your cheeks flushing.
Rafe laughs, "No. He told me Sarah's bringing John B to the Club next weekend for the Fall event."
Your jaw drops, heavily surprised John B would agree to something like that. John B never liked entering Kook space, so he really must have a thing for Sarah Cameron.
"Oh, my God," you say. Rafe watches your eyes fall to the mattress as you think about it.
"Hey," Rafe says, tilting your chin up, "I was actually meaning to talk to you about that. I'm not sure if you heard my dad and I talking about that earlier-"
"I did," you nod. Rafe swallows, then continues.
"I don't want you to think I'm not inviting you. I just didn't want you to feel like you have to go. It's just some lame ass thing-"
"Yeah," you agree, "But you'll be there."
Rafe smiles softly, pulling you even closer to him. He strokes his fingers through your hair as he holds you, then instantly makes up his mind.
"Will you be my date next weekend?"
You smile against his chest, "I would be honored, Rafe Cameron."
Rafe grins, kissing the top of your head before he speaks again, "Wonderful. I'll have to coordinate with Rose and see what you should wear. We already had my tux fitted and everything. It's blue. Rose will want you in the same. I'll handle it, though."
You swallow. You hadn't realized Kooks took their events so seriously. Normally, you just show up to bonfires in shorts and a t-shirt you probably stole from JJ, prepared to drink your ass off. You can already tell this event will be miles away from nights like that.
"Okay," you say, "Thank you."
You fall asleep soon after that, loving being surrounded by Rafe's scent from every angle. Rafe realizes you two never even ate, so he slides out from underneath you to take the food off the bed. When he looks back over at you, naked and tucked under his sheets, snoozing away, he grins. He pulls out his phone and takes a picture of you, because he can't help it, and then sets it as his lock screen.
He can't even help himself when he steps over to your phone to see if he's still your lock screen. The text message on your screen is what draws him in more than the picture of him.
JJ: Got your message. I'm sorry for what Kie said to you the other night. I've been trying to figure out what to say to you and still don't know. Might be easier if I see you. If that's okay. We can talk about it. I lo..."
The message trails off there, and Rafe knows he has to get in your phone to read the rest. He picks up your phone and tries several combinations of numbers, but he can't get it.
"Fuck," he swears, throwing your phone back down on the nightstand, "Shit."
He runs his hand through his hair, staring down at you again. For the first time since you two have gotten back together, Rafe is questioning whether or not it's really him you want. And he swears to himself, if JJ tells you he loves you, he's gonna kick his ass. Again.
Rafe crawls back into bed beside you, but doesn't reach over to you. He just stares at you for a while, watching you breathe in and out. His mind wanders to what 'message' JJ's talking about, and to why you didn't tell him you reached out.
As he drifts off, he lets his worst fears take over. That you'll realize this was all a big, fat fucking mistake and you'll leave him just like before, and that he really will overdose on missing you.
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writteninkat 9 months ago
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Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna
summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.
F!reader
word count: 2.6k
warnings: 18+, name calling
author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it
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You've been horny all night.
Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.
He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.
As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.
Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.
A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.
"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.
It works.
Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.
Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.
"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."
You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.
Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.
Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"
You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.
"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.
As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.
"We're not doing it here."
"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.
You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.
The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.
He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"
You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.
He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.
"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.
You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.
Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.
You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.
His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.
You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?
Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.
"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"
You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.
"Sukuna."
The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.
His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.
You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.
Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.
"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."
Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.
You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.
When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.
He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.
Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.
"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.
Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.
"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"
"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.
"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.
"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.
You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.
"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."
"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.
"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.
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ML Fic: Soulmate Survey Part 39
The penultimate chapter is here!
And just before the end of the new year.
There were some hiccups, technical difficulties and other things that delayed this part more than I anticipated.
Shout out to @asongeverlasting for beta reading for having such incredible patience with me.
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But before all that.
Thank you.
This story has been going on for over 2 years now and yet so many of you have been sticking by and reading it. Seeing all of the comments, fan art, and tags has really made making this Fic worth it. Its also the reason that I want to make sure this ending pays off and delivers the joy to all of you that your support and kindness has given me. So be aware that the next update will be the big finale.
Alright enough Camembert,
Enjoy the dish in front of you.
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Fu started to stumble but quickly caught himself.
鈥淢aster, are you alright?鈥
Fu held up his hand.
鈥淚 am fine, Wayzz. It was nothing more than a dark shiver in my spine that threw me off balance. I just need to not let myself get rattled,鈥 Fu assured
The turtle Kwami did not like the sound of that one bit.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 think we should be out in the open like this. Even if you can transform,鈥 Wayzz insisted.
Fu鈥檚 expression turned stern.
鈥淪adly, I don鈥檛 believe that is an option anymore. Right now, we are in the thick of it. So until we meet up with Ladybug and Chat Noir, we must push forward鈥
Wayzz sighed.
鈥淚 understand the situation is dire, and communication with Ladybug is next to impossible, but you can't forget that you are the guardian. If something happens to you鈥︹
The old man saw the worry on his small companion鈥檚 face. He took the kwami into his hand.
鈥淚 know you are concerned, but the reason I can be so sure is because I have you as my partner,鈥 Fu said reassuringly.
Wayzz smiled at the comment.
鈥淰ery well, Master, then let us proceed on鈥︹
Fu paused as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps behind him.
鈥淪eems we have company.鈥
鈥淢aster, remember you said you only had 10 minutes while transformed.鈥
鈥淣ot to worry Wayzz, I won't need to transform.鈥
The elderly man prepared himself with a calming breath.
He turned to the direction of the sound, where he saw what appeared to be an owl themed akuma, armed with multiple gadgets approaching.
Fu started to stretch his arms and legs, preparing for the threat as it rushed towards him.
鈥淚t has been well over 50 years since I've used this in a fight. Lets see how my Mirakung Fu holds up.鈥
The owl akuma went to his belt and grabbed an owl shaped projectile. Throwing several of the razor sharp weapons.
Fu dodged the first two with side steps and rolled underneath the 3rd with a somersault.
鈥淚 believe Marinette mentioned this akuma, the one with gadgets and traps that nearly bested them. Dark Owl,鈥 Fu commented.
Dark Owl didn鈥檛 say a word, and the white theater mask over his face hid any expression he might have had. The akuma, noticing that Fu was now in close range, decided to go for fisticuffs.
鈥淵ou know, I think I read the comic you were based off of,鈥 Fu continued as he effortlessly blocked the punches of the much larger foe.
Though he wasn鈥檛 sure how he would take down this opponent without focus. He needed to remember his training
Fu closed his eyes and he could picture his strict mentor. He could see those piercing eyes and forked eyebrows that were always in a scowl. He'd always wondered if that man had ever smiled once in his life.
鈥淢irakung fu is about overpowering your foe, taking their momentum, their strength, and using it as your own,鈥 the old master stated as clearly as Fu remembered from that day.
Fu could hear the words of the celestial guardian echo in his mind. He waited for his foe to try another sloppy attack.
鈥淵ou must flow like a river.鈥 Fu took hold of Dark Owl鈥檚 arm and turned his back to the akuma.
鈥淏e sturdy like the mountain,鈥 Fu grounded his feet with a broad stance.
"Be swift as the wind, and powerful as a lightning strike.鈥 Quickly as he could, Fu tucked his shoulders and flipped the akuma onto its back with a powerful thud.
鈥淭hen be as deadly as the night.鈥 Fu took advantage of the akuma's prone position and executed a series of precise strikes against its pressure points. When he was done, the akuma was paralyzed.
Fu watched closely for a moment to ensure that he had properly neutralized the threat. Once he was certain, he got off of the akuma and bowed.
鈥淲e may not have seen eye-to-eye, but your training was very useful. Thank you, Master Su Han.鈥
Now that he was finished, Fu let out a sigh of relief.
鈥淚t is good to know that this fighting style is as good against akuma as it is against other miraculous wielders,鈥 he commented as he tried to recuperate from the strenuous activity. Though he was in great shape for a 189 year old man, he still needed to catch his breath.
鈥淲ell executed, Master,鈥 Wayzz praised. 鈥淭hat should keep this akuma from bothering us again.鈥
Fu nodded.
鈥淭hank you, Unfortunately, We don鈥檛 have enough time to ensure that this is a permanent fix. We must hurry and find the heroes.鈥
Wayzz nodded and the two began heading down the hallway with a quickened pace.
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Mayura powered through her pain and dashed towards the door, but stopped when she realized the monstrous Horrificator was blocking her path, ensuring that there was no way to get past her.
The Reflekta servants moved in to attack her from behind, but the peacock villainess was not going to let herself go down easily.
She knocked them down with a swift sweeping kick at their legs.
The door is not an option. Looks like I'm going to have to go out the window.
Mayura started for the nearest window only to stop just short of a large purple cloud.
The original Reflekta and Princess Fragrance were standing side by side. Their white masks obscured their faces, but Mayura could tell they seemed smug.
鈥淐ute.鈥 Mayura opened her fan and used all of her strength to send the perfume onto the original Reflekta.
Using that as a distraction she moved forward to Princess Fragrance and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick, knocking her into the perfume cloud and into the confused Reflekta.
Mayura didn鈥檛 waste any time moving past them, but found her way blocked by an annoying red robot.
鈥淥ut of the way!鈥 Mayura exclaimed as she jumped on top of him to get through the window, only to notice that Simular茅 had been waiting for her. Disguised as Lady Wifi, the sentimonster flung a pause symbol right where she was heading.
Mayura had hardly any time to react. Without missing a beat, she managed to swing her arm with enough force to change her course and dodge the projectile pause button, but ended up colliding with the wall, missing the window.
鈥淲ell that was amusing,鈥 Simular茅 chuckled. 鈥淏ut you're not going to escape me. So just be calm and hand over the miraculous. There is no need to make this more difficult than it has to be.鈥
Mayura鈥檚 vision was blurry from both her illness acting up and her nasty face plant against the wall, but she could hear Simular茅鈥檚 not so subtle threat. She knew she wasn't going to be able to keep this up. She needed to think.
Simular茅 readied another pause to fling at Mayura as she watched the blue villainess use the wall to stand up.
鈥淵ou really think you can use the miraculous?鈥 Mayura challenged.
The akuma started to move to surround her but Simular茅 raised her hand, silently commanding them to wait.
鈥淲hat do you mean?鈥
鈥淵ou know nothing about it. You don鈥檛 even know how to activate it, let alone use it for yourself. A sentimonster could never hope to utilize the miraculous.鈥
Simular茅 pondered that for a moment.
Mayura knew that the shapeshifter鈥檚 knowledge was on par with Lila鈥檚, and Lila didn鈥檛 know much about the miraculous. She only knew as much as a standard viewer of the Ladyblog. They didn鈥檛 know about Kwami, or activation phrases. They didn鈥檛 know anything other than the fact that the miraculous Mayura was in possession of was responsible for their existence and that their existence could be taken away with a snap once the amok was within range. Mayura was counting on this. Though in truth, she had no idea if a sentimonster could use a miraculous, she knew that this would be enough to put doubts in the sentimonster鈥檚 mind.
鈥淚 admit it, I don鈥檛 know anything about the magical jewelry. My knowledge is lacking.鈥 Simular茅 looked down, as if ashamed of their lack of expertise. 鈥淵ou are clearly the expert in the room.鈥
Mayura felt confident, her head was starting to clear up. She just needed a chance to escape.
鈥淲ell, I am glad we can agree on that,鈥 Mayura said, now able to steady herself.
鈥淏ut that鈥檚 why you are going to tell me everything that you know.鈥 Simular茅 raised her head, staring at her with a malicious grin.
Mayura suddenly noticed that the foes she'd knocked down had recovered and were staring at her.
Mayura tried to take a step back but realized her back was both figuratively and literally up against a wall.
鈥淣ow, why don鈥檛 we make her one of us. Princess Fragrance? If you would be so kind?鈥
The perfume akuma moved forward, pointing its gun right at Mayura.
Mayura saw the akuma pull the trigger and jumped up with her super agility, just narrowly avoiding the perfume cloud. At her maximum height, she pushed her feet against the wall to kick off over the perfume cloud and her foes.
She managed to surprise the drone-minded akuma, but as she thought she had finally gotten free鈥 she realized she was heading straight for another perfume cloud!
鈥淲hat, but how did鈥︹ Mayura exclaimed in shock.
Mayura caught a glimpse from the bottom of her eye, and saw Simular茅 had shifted forms and transformed into Princess Fragrance. She had been played. Was there anything she could do?
Mayura went through the perfume cloud and landed in the center of the room. All the akuma faced her, waiting to see her reaction. She had looked at the ground for a moment, as if frozen. But then she looked up and turned to face Simular茅.
鈥淗ow can I serve you?鈥 Mayura sing-songed, her eyes indicating that she was in a hypnotic trance.
Simular茅 shifted back to look like Masquerade. Now with a sinister grin.
鈥淭ell me everything you know about the miraculous.鈥
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鈥淎re you sure this plan will work?鈥 Queen Bee inquired.
鈥淲hen have my plans ever not worked?鈥 Ladybug asked with confidence.
The blonde bee had to concede on that. Ladybug鈥檚 plans did always work out.
鈥淚f you two could start on that plan I would FUR REAL appreciate it.鈥 Chat Noir called, trying to hide that he was starting to get overwhelmed by the stone golem's attacks.
The other two nodded at one another and went to put their plan into action.
Ladybug used her yo-yo to pick up a discarded backpack. She emptied the bag of its contents and looked to the bee heroine, who had grabbed the fire extinguisher from the case.
Chat Noir realized he wouldn鈥檛 be able to hold on much longer and backed away from Stoneheart's boulder-like fists.
鈥淐hat Noir, grab that rubber band and pass it to Queen Bee.鈥 Ladybug called as she moved carefully out of view of the akuma.
Chat Noir looked and saw a rubber band on the floor. He swiftly dove and snagged it, then used his fingers to launch it right at the bee heroine.
Queen Bee caught the rubber band out of the air. She had already tied her weapon to the fire extinguisher. She then pulled the pin and used the rubber band to hold down the release lever. Now active, she swung out her contraption right at the akuma, using the release as momentum to increase the striking force of the extinguisher. The quick-moving projectile caused the akuma to stop attacking and block the canister with his hands. The force of the impact caused the pressurized canister to explode, and thanks to the amount of pressure already released, it was enough to only affect the akuma, which now found itself covered in the white foam and dazed by the explosion.
Ladybug jumped on the akuma鈥檚 back and put the opened backpack over its head, zipping it as much as possible to make it difficult for the akuma to remove.
鈥淐hat Noir, if you would please.鈥 Ladybug asked with a smile. 鈥淨ueen bee, his legs鈥
鈥淲ith pleasure Bugaboo.鈥
Chat Noir charged with his staff and made a leaping strike at the akuma right as Queen bee used her weapon to tie his legs together.
Ladybug jumped from the akuma鈥檚 back right as Chat Noir made contact.
The large akuma couldn鈥檛 maintain his balance and fell back into the door it was guarding. Breaking it down along with a massive section of the wall and creating a massive dust cloud. And it seemed that the golem was down for the count.
鈥淪trike!鈥 Chat Noir exclaimed with joy,
Queen Bee and Ladybug moved to where Chat Noir was standing.
鈥淣ice set-up, ladies.鈥 Chat Noir congratulated.
鈥淚'm sorry I ever doubted Ladybug. That was awesome.鈥
Ladybug smiled. 鈥淵ou both did great, but now we need to be ready for the final boss.鈥
They would need to be ready to face whatever was beyond this busted down door.
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It was dark and cramped in the place she had been taken to.
Ms. Rossi wasn鈥檛 entirely sure where she was. All she could say for sure is that she did not like it. She tried to move but quickly realized her legs were bound.
She had no idea how long she had been out and she had no idea what was going on outside of her little cramped area.
She tried to move her upper body but noticed that her arms were tied behind her back. Someone had tied her up and tossed her in this small cramped area. As she tried to focus on what happened, she felt her mind flash to what she last remembered.
She had been in utter disbelief. The school principal had been showing her all the misdeeds of her daughter. It just didn鈥檛 make any sense. There was no way Lila, her little Stellina, would be capable of such things. But, the evidence was right in front of her and it was undeniable. She could remember the pit in her stomach, how she'd wanted all of this to be some sort of sick joke or a nightmare that she could wake up from. The thought of her little angel being anything but a kind-hearted girl seemed impossible up until this rather horrific revelation.
The next thing she knew, her daughter had busted in and confessed it was all true, and then turned the principal into a super villain! It was such a shock, she tried to ask her daughter what was going on and the next thing she knew, everything went black.
Ms. Rossi paused for a moment and thought about it. She felt she had found the reasoning behind her innocent girl鈥檚 evil behavior.
鈥榊ou act like you actually knew me. You know how much I love masks, yet you failed to realize I was always wearing one around you.鈥
Her daughter鈥檚 words echoed in her mind. Was that really her? Were those her daughter鈥檚 true feelings? Had she been playing a role this entire time?
The doubts of what she understood about her own daughter flooded the diplomat's mind. She tried to think about all the times she had spoken with her, all the times they laughed, all the birthdays, all of the vacations, the little girl that was kind and caring was in there. What had happened to her?
鈥淚 need to get to her,鈥 Ms. Rossi stated with conviction.
She began struggling with all her might. One way or another, she would get to her daughter. She may not understand what's going on, she may not know how this whole Akuma thing works, she may not even really know who her daughter is right now, but she was certain of one thing.
She finally managed to rotate her legs and hit the door in front of her.
鈥淢ama is coming.鈥
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Ryuuko and Viperion stopped in their tracks as the sound of a wall coming down echoed in the halls.
Ryuuko smiled at the sound.
鈥淲ell, now we know for sure where the real fight is,鈥 she said as she drew her weapon.
Viperion touched the ground.
鈥淗mmm鈥 Based on the vibrations鈥 We take a right at this hallway and it should lead us to a staircase that will bring us right to the sound.鈥 Viperion explained.
Ryuuko blinked, caught off guard by his confidence.
鈥淕uess you still have your unique connection with sound.鈥
Viperion looked at her with a bit of confusion.
鈥淲hat was I like before I lost my memory?鈥
Viperion seemed genuinely curious, but the questions were starting to get personal, and Ryuuko was realizing that this boy had a tendency to throw her off her game. She didn鈥檛 want to leave him in the dark, though, especially after how he saved her from experiencing what he was currently going through.
鈥淚'll tell you if we walk and talk.鈥 Ryuuko proposed.
Viperion smiled at that.
鈥淒eal.鈥
The two heroes began making their way down the halls again.
鈥淭o put it simply, we only became friends recently. We have met a few times, but we were both more focused on other people. I might not be able to paint you a complete picture of what you were like. I can only tell you my perception. So, go ahead and ask any questions鈥
鈥淥kay, but why would I be focused on someone that isn鈥檛 you? I feel like you are someone that is impossible to get out of my head. The me with his memories probably would agree.鈥
Ryuuko did her best to conceal her blush.
鈥淲e鈥 we haven't really gotten to know each other, and like I said. We were both focused on other people. For me, it was Adrien, for you it was Marinette,鈥 Ryuuko continued. 鈥淏ut that went out the window as those two have grown a lot closer.鈥
Viperion processed what Ryuuko was telling him.
鈥淲ell, good for Marinette and Adrien. Sounds like they figured themselves out.鈥
鈥淚 guess it鈥檚 easier to say that when you don鈥檛 remember them.鈥
鈥淧robably, but I don鈥檛 see how two people finding happiness should make anyone upset.鈥
鈥淲hat about if you liked one of them?鈥
鈥淓ven more of a reason to be happy for them. If you like someone, you should be happy that they found someone special.鈥
鈥淲hat if you wanted to be that someone special?鈥 Ryuuko asked with more hurt than she realized. 鈥淲hat if you thought you found someone that understood you for who you are, someone that you could talk to about things that no one else could relate to, but now you see that they have someone more special to them, and now you have to accept that you lost.鈥
Ryuuko had realized she had never really let herself vent, and it was in that moment that she noticed why it had made her so sad. She'd treated losing Adrien like it was some sort of fight. She didn鈥檛 hate Marinette, she was friends with her. She and Marinette had just happened to fall for the same guy, it didn鈥檛 need to be some sort of duel for honor. But here she was treating Adrien more like a prize to be won than a person.
Viperion put a hand on her shoulder, causing them both to slow to a stop.
鈥淲ell, isn鈥檛 that kind of beautiful? You were able to find someone that made you feel so much that you felt sad about it.鈥
Ryuuko had to admit, as crazy as it sounded, that the snake hero made a very interesting point. Sure, it hurt, and she realized that maybe her approach towards it wasn鈥檛 the best, but it was nice while it lasted. She couldn鈥檛 really say it was a negative experience.
鈥淎nd鈥 just so you know, you are someone special. And the next guy you fall for will be really lucky,鈥 Viperion added softly.
Ryuuko felt her face heat up at that comment.
鈥淣ow let鈥檚 keep going. We should be close to the commotion,鈥 the snake hero said, changing the subject.
Viperion let go of Ryuuko鈥檚 shoulder and was ready to head forward, but she caught his hand in hers, holding him back.
鈥淲ait. You wanted to know what you were like.鈥
鈥淵ea but that can鈥︹
鈥淵ou are patient.鈥
Viperion stopped and listened to Ryuuko speak.
鈥淵ou are constantly making music references when you explain things. You were always thinking about Marinette, and you never let things bother you for too long. You can be strategic but incredibly soft-hearted. You are too self-sacrificing for your own good, which led you into this mess.鈥 Ryuuko鈥檚 voice shook with emotion. Viperion felt his heart beating faster as he listened.
鈥淵ou鈥 are someone I am glad that I started to get to know. And I am sorry I didn鈥檛 start sooner.鈥
Viperion wanted to say something but before he could, Ryuuko summoned her courage and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
鈥淭hat was a thank you鈥 for the you with memories. Now let's go!鈥
Ryuuko sprinted off towards their initial goal internally questioning why she did that and leaving Viperion to touch his cheek.
鈥淥h鈥 I may not remember her, but my heart does.鈥
He ran to catch up with his speedy partner.
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鈥淔ascinating. So that is everything?鈥 Simular茅 asked, sitting back on Masquerade's throne and utilizing their master鈥檚 form. They had just listened to Mayura tell her everything she knew about the miraculous.
鈥淭hat is all I know.鈥 Mayura sang. 鈥淗awkmoth would be the only one to know more than I, except for the guardian.鈥
鈥淎nd since you created me, you can鈥檛 make anymore sentimonsters.鈥
鈥淭hat is correct.鈥
Simular茅 stroked its chin.
鈥淪o, then how can we utilize this鈥︹
The door collapsed, cutting off whatever they'd been about to say.
Stoneheart fell in after it, almost hitting Horrificator who just barely managed to get out of the way.
A massive cloud of debris concealed the ones responsible.
鈥淲ho dares break down my door!?鈥 Simular茅 roared, impersonating Masquerade perfectly. 鈥淩eflekta, Princess Fragrance! Handle it. Horrificator, guard me!鈥
Horrificator jumped back and moved in front of the throne. Reflekta and Princess Fragrance moved near the debris cloud with their guard up.
A yellow top whizzed out of the cloud and tied the two akuma together before pulling them through the doorway and out of sight.
鈥淲hat the鈥 Gamer! Robostus! Deal with that!鈥
The small robot and super-powered gamer were about to act but a metal staff shot out and nailed the robot right in the center of its mask, like a cue stick hitting a pool ball. It was sent flying into the wall, causing the poor akuma to glitch from the damages. Gamer tried to step back, but a yo-yo reached out and circled his legs before it pulled him into the debris cloud. He tried to resist but failed.
鈥淲hat is going on!?鈥 The Faux Masquerade screamed in frustration.
Just then the debris cloud cleared and revealed three heroes standing with her akuma servants tied up by Queen Bee鈥檚 weapon.
鈥淎ll right, Masquerade, it鈥檚 time for the last dance!鈥 Ladybug exclaimed as she stared right at the villain she believed to be Masquerade.
鈥淎 purrfect line as always Ladybug,鈥 Chat Noir praised.
The Masquerading Sentimonster stood up from its throne.
鈥淥h, is it now? You handle a few of my servants, and you think that makes you ready to face me? Don鈥檛 make me laugh! You are nothing compared to me!鈥
Queen Bee rolled her eyes at the arrogant statement.
鈥淚s that what she looks like? I would never be caught dead looking so tacky! Hawkmoth really went low-effort with your costume.鈥
Masquerade growled at that snide comment.
鈥淗orrificator, stick her to a wall.鈥
The monster roared before shooting a blast of sticky slime at the Queen Bee.
Thankfully Ladybug thought fast and pushed the tied up akuma in front of the attack just as Queen Bee moved away, causing them to get slimed to the wall in her stead.
Queen Bee pulled back her weapon now that the akuma servants that she had been restraining now had another means of being held down.
鈥淗orrificator, stop being useless and take them down!鈥
鈥淚 got this,鈥 Ladybug stated with confidence. She walked in with one hand behind her back.
Horrificator charged at the three heroes like a rabid beast.
Ladybug moved forward, holding something behind her back, waiting for the akuma to approach.聽 Just as it was about to strike, she revealed Princess Fragrance's perfume gun.
With a spray, the akuma stopped in its tracks.
鈥淕o attack Masquerade,鈥 Ladybug commanded.
The akuma stood frozen, like a statue.
Ladybug looked at the akuma, confused by its lack of movement.
鈥淲ell that鈥檚 strange,鈥 Chat Noir commented as he poked the monstrous akuma with his staff.
Masquerade was even more perplexed.
鈥淲hat is going on?!鈥
Ladybug pondered for a moment, trying to figure out this conundrum.
鈥淥h, I get it!鈥
鈥淥h? Do tell.鈥 Masquerade said with annoyance.
鈥淵our power takes control of people and makes them into akuma servants. Princess Fragrance's power takes control of people and forces them to follow orders. Since both were used on Horrificator, it caused her to freeze in place, as neither power could overpower the other. The conflicting orders cancel each other out,鈥 Ladybug explained.
Queen Bee was still trying to wrap her mind around that. 鈥淲ait what the heck does that even mean?鈥
Chat Noir pondered for a second. How could he explain this to Chlo茅?
鈥淚t's like wearing a gold dress with orange accessories,鈥 Chat Noir tried to explain.
鈥淥h gross, that clashes so bad that it doesn鈥檛 work!鈥
鈥淭hat is kind of correct.鈥 Ladybug stated confused.
Chat Noir delicately moved Horrificator to the side as the team looked towards Mayura and Masquerade.
鈥淵ou are out of servants. Now its just us against you two.鈥 Ladybug stated with confidence. 鈥淭his is your last chance Lila. Surrender your akuma or we will take you down.
鈥淚s that right?鈥
Ladybug was about to approach when Chat Noir suddenly yanked her to the side.
鈥淐haton what are you鈥︹
Ladybug realized she had almost been turned into energy, as Timebreaker had dashed past them, barely missing her.
鈥淭imebreaker?鈥
The skating akuma turned around and ended up in front of the heroes, standing in between them and the villains.
Moments later, an artist akuma with a jetpack flew through the front entrance, landing right next to Timebreaker.
鈥淓villstrator,鈥 Chat Noir growled with a fierce gaze. He still remembered how tough this akuma had been.
鈥淓villustrator, give us some breathing room. Timebreaker, save us the trouble and take them down.鈥
The artist akuma drew a large barrier that separated the throne room in two, allowing for Mayura and the faux Masquerade to have a layer of protection.
鈥淢ayura, go ahead and find Masquerade. These heroes are starting to become quite irritating.鈥
鈥淎s you wish,鈥 Mayura responded before running to one of the windows and jumping through it.
鈥淒amn it! Feather bitch is getting away. And now we have more pests to deal with? This is getting old!鈥 Queen Bee shrieked.
鈥淲e can deal with Mayura later,鈥 Ladybug placated. 鈥淎nd it doesn鈥檛 matter how many there are, these akumatized servants are still a threat."
鈥淵ou gotta admit, Bugaboo, this whole 鈥榓kumatized servants鈥 bit is getting kind of old. Maybe Hawkmoth is starting to run out of ideas.鈥
Timebreaker decided to break up their little conversation by going to tag Queen Bee, but just before she was tagged, a lyre flew in and smacked the akuma in the foot, knocking her off balance and sending her crashing to the floor in a gnarly wipe out. The lyre bounced back out of view and likely to the hand of its owner.
鈥淲hat was that?鈥
Evillustrator, having finished his barrier, drew a giant pair of scissors to attack the group. The large scissors opened and prepared to snip but were blocked by the blade of a certain dragon heroine.
鈥淩yuuko?鈥 Ladybug exclaimed in surprise.
鈥淟ooks like we made it just in time,鈥 a voice called out before walking into view, revealing the snake hero.
鈥淰iperion?鈥 Chat Noir questioned in a manner similar to that of Ladybug.
Ryuuko used her blade to fling the scissors upward into the ceiling. 鈥淚t's about time we found you. This school is like a maze!鈥
鈥淏ut right now, we are here to help,鈥 Viperion said as he strummed his lyre.
Simular茅 saw the two new heroes and felt a rush of dread. Things were not going according to plan. She hoped Mayura would be able to get to their master in time. They weren鈥檛 sure how much time they had left before the heroes busted through, and before they were discovered as an imposter.
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Mayura landed on a rooftop neighboring the school and took a deep breath. She felt incredibly relieved that her ruse worked.
Right before she fell into the cloud, she held her breath and didn鈥檛 breathe in the perfume. It had been a massive gamble and she had almost failed. But, she managed to pull it off and pretend that she was a helpful servant.
鈥淭hat sentimonster is far too dangerous.鈥
Mayura did have to divulge some information regarding the miraculous to the Sentimonster, as she wasn鈥檛 sure how convincing her lie would be if she withheld information. As long as it didn鈥檛 try to take her miraculous, then it wouldn't be a big deal. It didn鈥檛 matter what she told it, because as soon as she sensed the amok, she was ending that monster鈥檚 existence.
The Peacock was making her way across the rooftops when she felt her vision start to blur.
鈥淪***! not now,鈥 she cursed as she just missed landing on a roof and ended up falling in the crevice between rooftops. She thought fast and caught herself, landing on her feet.
She could feel her head pounding from the intense pain. She'd thought she had overcome this earlier, but now it seemed that it was back with a vengeance.
鈥淣eed鈥 a rest. Duusu鈥︹
Without finishing she noticed her transformation drop. The sudden release of the transformation had the woman feel a bit of relief.
Unfortunately it was only a brief reprieve and before pain came flooding back. Nathalie felt herself begin to fall, but caught herself by putting her hand against the wall.
鈥淐ome on Nathalie, you need to get a hold of yourself,鈥 she muttered to herself. The last thing she needed was for this to happen.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Gabriel. It went to voicemail, which was strange. Gabriel usually picked up when she tried to contact him. She sighed and figured she would leave a message. Even he needed bathroom breaks.
鈥淕abriel. Things are not going as intended. I will try and locate Lila. She seems to be out of the school. I will report back once things are stable.鈥
Nathalie managed to force herself to stand up straight. She started to walk cautiously out of the small alley.
鈥淥kay, I just need to find Lila.鈥
鈥淟ooking for me?鈥 a voice called out from above her. 鈥淣ow why would Gabriel鈥檚 assistant be doing that?
Nathalie looked up to see Masquerade, flying in the air with Dark cupid鈥檚 angel wings. Gabriel鈥檚 partner in crime felt a chill go down her spine. She was supposed to be transformed before meeting Masquerade.
鈥淚鈥 I wanted to discuss with you the details of the Photoshoot you were going to be a part of. The one we rescheduled,鈥 Nathalie lied.
Masquerade descended and the wings vanished as she touched her charm bracelet.
鈥淥h right, that whole thing. Yea, I decided I'm not interested in that anymore,鈥 Masquerade commented casually.
Nathalie was shocked.
鈥淓xcuse me?鈥
鈥淲ell, let鈥檚 see. I just went through the worst day of my life, my classmates hate me, Adrien is dating that klutzy bitch who caused all of my plans to fall apart, and even my own mother knows about all of the lies I have told for the last two years. I doubt Gabriel would see much use in a pawn that can't even be liked.鈥
Nathalie felt a chill go down her spine.
鈥淚 see鈥 that is unfortunate. I am sure if I talked with Gabriel he would still鈥︹
鈥淒on鈥檛 worry about that, I actually talked with him earlier.鈥
鈥淲hat?!鈥
Masquerade revealed a devilish grin.
鈥淥h yes, and he was really something. Found out quite a lot of secrets from him. We really bonded.鈥
Nathalie took a step back, only to bump into someone. A tall figure with pale purple skin wearing a bluish-black pointed shouldered dress suit with white lapels and black and red downward-bent stripes on the front. Each lower sleeve had a white stripe. The figure鈥檚 hands were gloved and it wore darker black high-heeled boots connected to its black suit pants. But his face was covered by a white theater face mask.
Nathalie turned around and realized who the figure was 鈥 the akuma form of Gabriel, The Collector.
鈥淕abriel!?鈥
Nathalie tried to jump away, but the Collector held her in a bear hug. She admitted if this was any other situation this would not be a bad thing. But right now, it was one of the worst feelings. Nathalie tried to struggle out, but she could feel the dizzy spell coming back and the akuma鈥檚 enhanced abilities made him easily overpower her.
鈥淪uch a strong will, Nathalie. But the bracelet tells me you are hiding a lot of baggage.鈥
Masquerade raised her hand, revealing the glowing charm bracelet. Which was now dangling with countless charms.
鈥淩elease me! Release him. Stop this foolishness Lila!鈥 Nathalie ordered. She knew that Hawkmoth couldn鈥檛 stop her now, and while she was like this, she couldn鈥檛 remove the amok. So Masquerade and Simular茅 were going to be running around without a leash.
Masquerade looked at the struggling woman and laughed.
鈥淗e will never love you.鈥
The sentence came out like a punch to the nose.
Nathalie stopped struggling.
鈥淲hat did you just say?鈥
鈥淚 said he will never love you. Oh, sure he sees you as a valuable asset, a great assistant, but tell me, what happens if Gabriel finds a way to see his wife again?鈥 Masquerade鈥檚 words were steeped in poison.
鈥淵ou think you understand鈥︹
鈥淵ou want him to fail, don鈥檛 you?鈥
鈥淲hat? What are you saying?鈥
鈥淵ou want to hold him close as his last hope of ever seeing his wife again fades into dust. You want to be his muse, his inspiration, his beloved. But deep down you know he will never ever come close to feeling even a fraction as much love for you as he did and still does for her.鈥
Nathalie could feel the words cutting at her, but she was not planning on giving this akuma any sort of satisfaction.
鈥榊ou are trying to get a rise out of me. It won't work. I won't be your puppet,鈥 Nathalie thought to herself.
鈥淥h, you are trying to go strong and silent. Well, then why don鈥檛 we hear it from the man himself? Collector. Why don鈥檛 you tell us what you think of Nathalie.鈥
Nathalie felt her heart stop as the akuma restraining her started to speak.
鈥淚 will never love you like I love my beloved Emilie. Not even close. You are a great asset, but to say I have any feelings of romantic interest towards you would be deception. I owe you a great deal for everything you have done, and in the end, once I get what I want, I will be sure to reward you, but if it is my heart you are after, then you are sadly mistaken.鈥
Nathalie felt her heart break as the words beat her over the head. She knew it was true, she had always known. But hearing it, hearing him say it, it was soul shattering.
Masquerade took a mask from her dress.
鈥淥h, what a shame, but at least you will be useful to me, Nathalie.鈥
She flung it onto Nathalie鈥檚 face.
鈥淵ou will be the Catalyst for the last part of my plan.鈥
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鈥淎nd that should keep them from misbehaving,鈥 Ladybug said as she finished spraying Evillustrator and Timebreaker with Princess Fragrance鈥檚 Perfume.
The two akumas remained frozen in place, now unable to move with conflicting orders in their heads.
鈥淎nd that incapacitates all your akuma soldiers. You are fresh out of minions, Masquerade.鈥
Ryuuko picked up Evillustrator鈥檚 stylist and tablet, using it to erase the clear barrier that separated them from the masked villain.
The Masquerade mimic turned towards the window that Mayura had jumped through. They quickly began making a mad dash to the hole, only to smack into a new clear barrier, causing the illusion to break and the sentimonster to look like Volpina.
鈥淵ou know, I happen to be an artist in my free time.鈥 Ryuuko exclaimed. 鈥淏ut I think that is enough art for today.鈥
Ryuuko broke the stylist and kicked Evillustrator into Timebreaker, knocking them both into the wall.
Queen Bee laughed at that.
鈥淟ook at 'em fly like ragdolls.鈥
鈥淚 used a bit too much force on that.鈥 Ryuuko lowered her head.
鈥淣ow's not the time for this.鈥 Ladybug interjected. 鈥淚 know you aren鈥檛 the real Lila. So where is she?鈥
The other heroes except Chat Noir were confused.
鈥淲ait, that isn鈥檛 Lila? But that鈥檚 her akuma form.鈥
鈥淣ot exactly. That thing isn鈥檛 Lila, it鈥檚 a shapeshifting sentimonster,鈥 Chat Noir explained.
The sentimonster looked at the group and sighed. It transformed into its more phantom-like form.
鈥淐ongratulations on your discovery. Yes, I am Simular茅. My master is the True Masquerade. But it matters not. Mayura will be bringing her here soon. And by then it will be all over for you. You will soon fall to the power we have acquired.鈥
Viperion blinked.
鈥淚'm lost, whose Lila? And who is Mayura?鈥
Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at the snake hero, confused.
鈥淗e lost his memory when a weird akuma attacked us. He鈥 forgot a few things,鈥 Ryuuko explained.
鈥淗old on, You ran into Oblivio?鈥 Ladybug asked.
鈥淭hey called themselves, Dead Zone.鈥 Ryuuko answered.
鈥淩eally? That鈥檚 weird. We never fought an akuma with that name. Sounds metal,鈥 Chat Noir commented.
鈥淚t was not, it actually used bubbles and pause symbols.鈥
鈥淗mm, well Oblivio was made from Alya and Nino. Could it be that the akuma was some sort of fusion between Oblivio, Bubbler and Lady Wifi?鈥
鈥淭hat is my assumption,鈥 Ryuuko answered.
鈥淲ait, they got to fight an amalgamation of akuma? Why did they get to fight something original and we had to fight repeats?鈥 Chat Noir questioned, clearly a bit jealous.
Simular茅 realized they were being ignored.
鈥淗EY! I AM TALKING OVER HERE!鈥 Simular茅 screeched in anger.
鈥淥h cram it mask ghost. You aren鈥檛 even a real threat at this point,鈥 Queen Bee snapped. 鈥淲e just spray you with that perfume and you will be another conflicted ragdoll.鈥
鈥淥h please, even if it did impact me, that thing is empty.鈥
Ladybug sighed as she tossed it.
鈥淲ell, there goes plan A.鈥
鈥淣o one answered who Mayura was?鈥 Viperion interjected.
鈥淭he blue lady with the feather fan,鈥 Chat Noir said.
鈥淥kay thanks.鈥
鈥淣o problem.鈥
Simular茅 felt someone trying to contact them.
鈥淢aster? What is it?鈥
鈥淪imular茅, status report?鈥
鈥淟adybug and Chat Noir are in the throne room. As well as three other heroes. Queen Bee, Viperion, and Ryuuko.鈥
鈥淥h? Well that is fine. Did you find Mayura?鈥
鈥淚 sent her out to find you. Is she not there yet?鈥
鈥淗ow unfortunate, it seems she abandoned you.鈥
鈥淏ut how? I thought鈥︹
鈥淚t doesn鈥檛 matter. We need to focus on crushing the heroes.鈥
鈥淏ut Master, what about Mayura? What if she鈥︹
鈥淣o buts, Simular茅. Forget all about Mayura. We will deal with her later. I have gotten a LOT of new akuma under my sway. Why don鈥檛 you try utilizing their powers? Wipe the floor with those heroes.鈥
鈥溾es Master.鈥 Simular茅 obeyed, unable to ignore a direct order from her master.
鈥淪eems Mayura abandoned you. She must have known you will be getting your butt kicked.鈥 Chat Noir commented.
The sentimonster鈥檚 mask-like face showed a look of anger.
鈥淥h, this form will do.鈥
The five heroes were stunned as they watched the sentimonster grow in size, becoming as large as a building and taking the form of a gorilla.
鈥淟ooks like they mean Monkey Business,鈥 Ryuuko and Chat Noir said at the same time.
They both looked at each other.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 know you liked word play!鈥 Chat Noir exclaimed with delight.
鈥淚t is quite fun to make a witty remark,鈥 Ryuuko admitted. 鈥淎 friend of mine has been rubbing off on me.鈥
鈥淲ell you are both driving me bananas. We need to focus,鈥 Ladybug interrupted, but with an amused smile on her face.
鈥淣ice of you to鈥︹ Chat Noir began before being interrupted again.
鈥淣ext person that makes a monkey joke is getting my weapon shoved up their鈥︹ Queen bee threatened as she drew her weapon.
鈥淕uys, giant gorilla attack?鈥 Viperion chimed in.
鈥淩ight!鈥
The five got into position, knowing this was going to be a fight they would need to take very seriously.
鈥淒o I have your attention now?鈥 The giant sentimonster asked sarcastically.
鈥淪o, any ideas Ladybug?鈥 Chat Noir asked.
鈥淎ctually, I might have one.鈥
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How will our heroes fight the new threat?
Will our heroes be able to best Masquerade and her Sentimonster?
Will I be able to actually get that part out before season 4 ends?
Will Masquerade end up taking over Paris?
How will this all end?
Please let me know your thoughts on the chapter and the story as a whole.
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friendly-alien-fucker 4 months ago
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Environmental Changes
Note: As you've probably already noticed by my lack of posts, I haven't been feeling myself lately. I've been working on getting better and taken some time off writing but I think I'll slowly start working on requests again soon.
Until then, enjoy this little comfort fic I wrote for myself. 馃挅
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It was hard getting used to the weather once you started your life on the ship. Or rather the lack thereof. There were no rainy or sunny days, no winter or summer and most irritatingly, no night or day. Every day you'd wake up and look out of your window, just to be greeted by the void of space instead of the soaring sun.
You thought you didn't mind it at first- after all, the concept of waking up to a thousand glistering stars surrounding you was more than beautiful. Yet beautiful soon turned into frustrating as your body couldn't decide when to sleep and when to stay awake anymore.
Often you'd wake up and fall right back asleep since there was no light emitting from your window, no light that could compare to a sun, that is. Which resulted in you frequently oversleeping and missing meetings with the yautja on the ship.
And soon your best friend grew concerned with the amount of times you'd missed to report in. Their concern growing with each passing day, they decided to check up on you in case the changes in environment were having unwanted side effects on your body.
And they were right.
Stepping into your assigned quarters, the big alien quietly made it's way towards your bed, looking down at your still sleeping form. Scanning your face they noticed a few anomalies. For one, you had dark spots under your eyes and your skin looked rather dehydrated, which was confusing as you'd been sleeping for a good amount of time now and the humidity on the ship could be compared to the humidity found in a rain forest.
Carefully, they reached out to brush some of your disheveled hair out of your face, earning a soft groan from you. Their eyes softening as they saw you scrunch up your nose and turn around to hide under the large blanket.
But as cute as you were, grumpily rolling up into a ball, your hair all fluffy and messed up- they couldn't help but worry about you. It was clear that the new living conditions were having negative effects on you and that you weren't properly taking care of yourself.
So, being the wholesome giant they were, they decided to take care of you until you'd adapted.
Earning a couple of confused and downright disgusted looks, they tried their best at recreating some of the more nutritious human meals and made their way towards your quarters once more. There, they turned on the lights to a degree which resembled early mornings on earth, and played recordings of animals, as they had read that humans find them to be pleasing.
Unfortunately though, they forgot which animals counted as pleasing and ended up playing recordings of irritated monkeys screeching as they swung from branch to branch, causing you to practically jump from your bed. Standing there was your friend, who, despite your questioning looks, simply shoved the food tray into your hands and sat down at your bed, staring at you expectantly.
Taking a look at what they'd just given you, you immediately brightened up. While you somewhat managed to accept and even enjoy the view outside your window, the food usually served on the ship was something you never really learned how to adapt to. So finally seeing some human food was like a dream come true.
In that moment you instantly forgot about the screaming monkeys in the background or the giant alien at your bedside, you simply sat down and dug in, cherishing every bite like you would never get your hands on good food again.
Pleased with themselves, your Yautja buddy proudly puffed out their chest, happy to have created something to your liking. When you were finally finished with the meal you sighed, smiling at them.
"Thank you, I really needed this" you beamed, new energy already evident in your voice. They nodded.
"oh and, one more thing-" you laughed
"try not to wake me up with screaming apes next time"
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eripeachy 3 months ago
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One Last Time (Armin x Reader)
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Pairing: Armin x Reader (fem. bodied)
Summary: It's the night before the attack on Marley. You and Armin spend what may be your last night alive in each others arms.
Word Count: 3.1K
Warnings/Tags: praise, oral (f. receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation (m. and f.), dacryphilia (if you squint), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming
A/N: just wanted to write some lovey soft-dom armin since i've been feeling soft af lately. <3
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The candles that light the hallways of the barracks help to guide the way to your sanctuary. You've walked this path countless times during the past year, but the familiarity does little to calm your nerves tonight.
You've known about the plan to attack Marley for weeks, and it was to finally come to fruition tomorrow. Tomorrow, you鈥檒l be a war criminal. Tomorrow may be the day that will be etched into your, and everyone you鈥檝e come to know and cherish these last few years, headstones. These facts are what lead you to Armin's door.
The wooden floors are cold against your bare feet as you tiptoe down the hall where the men's private bedrooms are stationed. You're standing in front of the mahogany plank, adjusting your nightgown and trying in vain to smooth out your bedhead, when you see the bronze door knob turn. The door creaks open and you're met with bright blue eyes paired with a soft smile.
"I was just coming to see you," he whispers.
He steps to the side and gives you enough space to walk past him. Once you enter, relief washes over you like a tidal wave. You feel like you can finally breathe for the first time in hours.
Your eyes scan around the room, trying to imprint every detail in your mind. The various piles of books, the candles flickering on the nightstand, one of the dozens of shells you鈥檝e given him throughout the years on his desk... You're so focused on memorizing the room you spent nearly every night in for the last year in your mind that you jump a little when two slender but strong arms wrap around your waist. You close your eyes and lean your head back to rest against the blondes chest, and he in return rests his chin on the top of your head.
For the past year you and Armin have formed something like a relationship. Sneaking off to each other鈥檚 rooms on an almost nightly basis had become a ritual of sorts. You both found a place of comfort in each other's arms despite the death and chaos that surrounded you.
It was an unspoken arrangement. One of you would simply show up at the other's door, at times meeting in the halls when you felt the inclination to be with one another at the same time. You would spend the night together, always making sure to return to your own rooms before morning, and then you went on with your days like nothing had happened.
You both had convinced yourselves it was better this way. Less complicated. There isn't room for relationships in the Scouting Regiment. And no matter how you looked at it, your days together were numbered. Even if you both survived this impending war, the knowledge that Armin would need to pass on his Titan in 9 years loomed over you both. So, you decided to settle for this. For spending your nights in the arms of your friend鈥 of your lover, while you can.
You shiver when Armins fingertips graze your skin as he moves your hair to the side to plant soft kisses to the back of your neck. You feel the tension that had been building in your body start to vacate almost instantly. He kisses every inch of skin that鈥檚 exposed to him.
"I鈥檝e been thinking about you all day," he mumbles into your shoulder.
Your eyes flutter shut and you let out a sharp exhale when you feel his hands glide over you, feather-like touches as he caresses your stomach and hips.
鈥淏een thinkin鈥 about you too, Min,鈥 you whisper, the butterflies who made home in your stomach years ago start to flutter the way they always do when he touches you. You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck. His lips meet yours, and you all but melt into one another.
There鈥檚 always been this sense of familiarity being with one another. Neither of you ever felt particularly nervous with each other despite your budding adoration with each other. Not when you shared your first kiss, not even when you shared your first time. It was always comfortable. It always felt like coming home.
One of his hands makes its way to your chest, kneading and massaging one of your breasts until your nipple hardens. He swipes his thumb over the bud, eliciting a shaky exhale from you. His other hand tugs at the fabric of your nightgown.
鈥淟ift your arms up for me,鈥 he whispers against your lips.
You oblige, holding your arms up so he can undress you, leaving you only in your panties. Armin tosses it to the ground and takes a moment to admire every dip and curve of your body. You smile to yourself when you see his cheeks flush a light shade of pink as his eyes roam over you.
鈥淕od, you鈥檙e gorgeous,鈥 he breathes.
His lips find yours again, this time deepening the kiss. His hands return to your breasts, pinching and pulling on your nipples as your tongues engage in a familiar dance. You pull him closer to you by the waistband of his pants, the feeling of his half-hardened member pressing against your thigh causing you to moan into his mouth.
You tug at the fabric, forcing it down until it slides down his legs to the floor. You break the kiss only to pull his shirt over his head and discard it as well. His hands move to your waist as he walks you backwards to guide you towards his bed. The back of your knees hit the edge and you fall back onto the mattress.
Armin crawls over you and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you further up the bed. He leaves soft, open mouthed kisses all over your chest as he pulls your panties down your legs, and they too hit the floor. He focuses his attention on one of your nipples, alternating between lapping and sucking on the hardened bud, as one of his hands trails down your stomach towards your already dripping core. He slides a finger between your folds as he pulls off your nipple with a pop.
He keeps his eyes on yours as he brings his finger, wet with your slick, to his lips. He licks your essence off, a low groan reverberating in his chest. You whimper at the sight, the throbbing between your thighs intensifying.
鈥淵ou always taste so good, so sweet,鈥 he says, looking up at you through his lashes as he continues to kiss down your stomach, 鈥淚 need more. Please鈥︹
You look down at him and smile, your bottom lip between your teeth. You brush his hair back to get a better view of his eyes, the blue barely visible with how blown out his pupils are. You hum in approval, nodding your head, and he licks his lips before he kisses your mound gently.
He adjusts himself so that he鈥檚 laying down between your legs, your thighs resting over his shoulders. He kisses and sucks on the inside of one of your thighs, pulling little sighs from you that sound like music to him.
鈥淧lease, Armin鈥︹ you whisper.
Under normal circumstances he would ask you to tell him what you want. There鈥檚 not much else he adores more than seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed, stuttering out where and how you want him. Communication is important, right? But tonight鈥檚 different. He feels a sense of urgency. Like every moment that isn鈥檛 spent devouring you is horribly misspent.
He doesn鈥檛 hesitate, leaving sloppy kisses all over your mound and between your folds. You whine as he circles his tongue around your clit before he licks a stripe up your slit. You look down to see his eyes closed, his brow furrowed as he fucks you with his tongue. You can't hear his moans and whimpers over your own, but you can feel them. The vibrations rippling through your core. One of your hands tweaks one of your nipples while the other rakes through his hair. He looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, and you stare back, mouth agape as you marvel in the pleasure bubbling in your core.
Armin knows your body like the back of his hand. He can tell that you鈥檙e close when your thighs start shaking and start to inch closer and closer to the sides of his head. He grabs the back of them, and pushes back until your knees hit your chest, his nose nudging against your swollen clit as his tongue plunges in and out of your entrance.
鈥淥h, fuck鈥斺 you whine, trying in vain to keep your voice down, 鈥淚鈥檓 so close, shit鈥 please don鈥檛 stop鈥︹
He moans into you, and it pushes you over the edge. You cover your mouth with your hand as your orgasm rips through you, muffling your moans. He works you through your high, keeping his relentless pace with his tongue until you gently push him away from you. He lets your legs fall on either side of him gently, rubbing small circles into the tops of your thighs.
鈥淵ou did so well for me,鈥 he coos, his soft gaze fixated on your face, 鈥淵ou know that, right? Always so good for me.鈥
You smile at him as you catch your breath, eventually gripping one of his wrists and pulling him towards you until he鈥檚 hovering above you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss him. He holds himself up with one hand, his lips moving in synch with yours. You gasp into his mouth as he suddenly slides one of his fingers inside of you.
He chuckles at your reaction, 鈥淚 gotta get you ready for my cock, yeah? Don鈥檛 wanna hurt you.鈥
He slides another in with relative ease, curling them to hit that spot that has you seeing stars. He鈥檚 gentle, taking his time as he stretches you out. Your hands cup his face, keeping your eyes locked on his. He watches as your face contorts, brows furrowing and how your lips form that o-shape he adores. It takes almost no time for your eyes to roll back. Armin speeds up, circling his thumb over your puffy clit until your second orgasm hits you. He helps you ride it out again until your body stops convulsing under his touch.
He kisses you softly, his tongue tracing your bottom lip as you come back down to earth. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e so pretty when you cum,鈥 he mumbles.
鈥淔uck,鈥 you whisper, 鈥淣eed you, Min. Please鈥︹
He leans back, running his hands up and down your sides and chest. He quickly pulls off his boxers, giving himself a few languid strokes before he lines himself up with your entrance. He lets himself fall forward again, caging your head between his hands. He slides himself inside slowly, crashing his lips onto yours to muffle your moans. He pushes himself in inch by inch until his hips are resting flush against yours. He stays still, giving you a chance to adjust to his size.
He breaks the kiss, just to move his lips along your jaw and down your neck, sucking on the spot that always makes you melt. He pulls himself almost all the way out before he slams himself back in, covering your mouth with his hand just before you yelp.
鈥淪hhh鈥 They鈥 oh fuck鈥 they鈥檒l h-hear you.鈥
You dig your nails into his back, and he bites his lip to stifles a moan from escaping. His head droops until his forehead is resting against yours, and he uncovers your mouth to kiss you fervently as he starts to move his hips.
He fucks you slow and deep, making you take all of him with each thrust. He loses himself in the way your gummy walls clench around him, and how the only things he can hear are your little mewls and the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you until your bare chests are against each other. He starts to pound into you harder, barely pulling out before he slams himself back in with full force.
鈥淕od, Min鈥 you鈥檙e so deep,鈥 you whimper.
鈥淐-can鈥檛 help it,鈥 he whines, 鈥測ou just feel so good.鈥
Armin can feel himself getting closer and closer with each thrust, but he鈥檚 eager to hold on for you. He needs you to cum again. He needs to see it, to feel it. But when he lifts his head from the crook of your neck and sees your blissed-out expression, the way you鈥檙e looking at him with teary eyes, he can鈥檛 help it.
鈥淪hit鈥 M鈥檊onna cum,鈥 he whimpers as his knuckles turn white from gripping the sheets next to your head, his hips stuttering.
鈥淪鈥檕kay,鈥 you smile, cupping his face in your hands, 鈥淐um for me.鈥
He desperately tries to keep his eyes on yours as he finds his release, his jaw going slack as he shoots streaks of white inside of you. His voice cracks as he moans your name over and over. He stays still for a few moments once he finishes, his breath fanning against your face. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against him as he leans back.
鈥淢in, what鈥檙e you doing?鈥 you ask, a small giggle escaping as you wrap your arms around his neck.
You keep your legs wrapped around him as he sits you both upright until you鈥檙e sitting on his lap. You can feel his half-hardened cock throbbing deep inside of you as you shift around to get comfortable, pulling a wanton moan from him.
鈥淚鈥檓 not done until I feel you cum on my cock,鈥 he breathes.
Both of his hands grab the globes of your ass, helping to lift you up and down on his hardening member. His eyes travel down to where your connected, and he watches as the mixture of both your releases spill out of you each time you slam down on him. You tilt your head back, reveling in how this position allows him to get impossibly deeper, his tip kissing your cervix.
You slide one of your hands up the back of his head, your nails scratching his scalp before you take a handful of his hair. You pull back, forcing his head to tilt back. His eyes meet yours, and you start to grind down on him, your clit rubbing deliciously against his lower stomach.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 my girl,鈥 he chokes out, his half-lidded eyes starting to well up with tears.
He stokes your face and hair with one hand while the other presses on your lower back, pulling you closer to him until your tits press against his chest. He kisses and sucks dark marks onto your chest as he thrusts up into you, and it鈥檚 not long until you fall apart. He鈥檚 not far behind, you鈥檙e fluttering walls milking him for all he鈥檚 worth.
You stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other鈥檚 arms with his cock still nestled inside of you. He kisses you gently on your forehead, then your nose and lips. He helps to guide you to lay on your back, slowly pulling out of you with a wince. He stumbles out of bed and finds a clean wash cloth to wipe you down with, not without watching as his cum drips out of you first.
He crawls back into bed next to you, pulling the blanket over your nude bodies. You roll on top of him to rest your head on his chest. And he wraps his arms around you, trailing the pads of his fingers up and down your back.
鈥淢in?鈥 you whisper.
鈥淢hmm?鈥
You hesitate for a moment before you ask, 鈥淐an I stay tonight?鈥
He pauses for a moment before he leans forward to kiss the top of your head, 鈥淥f course.鈥
You lay with each other in silence, you focusing on the sound of his heartbeat, and him focusing on how soft your skin is under his fingers. As Armin looks down at your relaxed face, he feels a lump form in his throat. A bittersweet realization washes over him as he lays with you.
Whenever you鈥檙e not with him, he often thinks about how he wishes you were like this with anyone else. Jean would be a good match for you, he thinks. Maybe even Connie. He knows that what you two have will end, whether by one of your inevitable deaths or when you eventually realize that you want something more. Something with real, lasting potential.
He鈥檚 debated cutting things off with you more times than he can remember, even tonight before you showed up at his door. It鈥檚 easy for him to tell himself that he will when you鈥檙e not around. Because it鈥檚 the logical thing to do, the right thing to do for both of you. But every time he goes to your door, or you show up at his, and he sees you鈥 he can鈥檛 bring himself to do it.
He鈥檚 almost always dumbstruck with the cold, hard truth. He鈥檚 selfish. He doesn鈥檛 want you to be with someone else. He can鈥檛 stand the idea of someone else seeing you like this, naked and vulnerable in every way, in the way only he has. He doesn鈥檛 want you to moan someone elses name, or look at them the way you look at him, like he put the stars you adore so much in the sky. He doesn鈥檛 want to end things with you, ever.
The amount of times he鈥檚 thought about how your first name would sound perfect paired with his last name has grown embarrassingly high. He鈥檚 almost positive you would say yes to him if he asked. But that鈥檚 when the sick feeling, the guilt, hits him like a train.
He would leave you a widow before you turn 30, one way or another. He鈥檇 steal your youth away. And every time that thought reemerges, the cycle restarts itself. You should be with someone else to I want you for myself, over and over again. It鈥檚 cruel, really. How hard fantasy battles against logic in his mind.
But the possibility of tonight being the last night he has with you is making him want to give in. He wants to be selfish. He doesn鈥檛 want to leave anything unsaid.
He whispers your name, and you turn your head, resting your chin on his chest as you look up at him. He holds your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb, and he's never felt more sure of anything in his life. So he says it. And he feels nothing but a serene calmness when he does.
鈥淚 love you.鈥
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stargazer-balladeer 7 months ago
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This seems a bit awkward to ask but.... i've read your HCs about childe & diluc seeing their s/o cute and i just wanna know, how do you think xiao and albedo would react to their s/o cutting? I've been clean for a while now but.... i've been thinking of doing it again even though i've convinced myself over and over again not to do it but the urge to do it just becomes stronger and stronger. Sorry if this request is a little too personal; if you'rr uncomfortable with writing this then I totally understand. Have a nice day OP
Them reacting to walking in on their s/o self-harming [Genshin Impact]
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Characters Included: Albedo & Xiao
Notes: I鈥檓 sorry for the long wait love 馃槶馃槶 im sorry if some lines doesn鈥檛 make sense :鈥) hope ya鈥檒l like this!
Reader鈥檚 Gender: Neutral
Warning: trigger warning for self-harm and depressing stuff.
diluc & childe
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鈥淭hat position of the blade is dangerously close to a vein that could potentially kill you, you know? I would advise against cutting that part鈥 actually not that part only, for all part of your body.鈥
Albedo seemed relatively calm when he entered the room he and his s/o shared, gazing at his beloved who was in the process of slitting another cut on their wrist. Their tearful gaze landing on him, tears that are threatening to spill at any moment.聽
But just because Albedo was calm on the outside doesn鈥檛 mean he鈥檚 calm on the inside. His mind was racing so fast that he thought it malfunctioned, the usually level-headed person is internally panicking at the sight of his beloved self-harming themselves. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, he wanted to kill the one who made you do this, but he doesn鈥檛. Taking a deep breath as he decided the best course of action is to calm himself down before he calm you.聽
Taking small steps towards you to not make you panic, fully aware of the panic-filled eyes fixated on his every moves. Lowering himself to be at the same level as you, he slowly hold his hand out for the knife. With his eyes, he urged you to hand him the knife. When you finally did, he drop it to the ground beside him.聽
His heart is breaking internally when he heard a hiccup coming from you, looking back at you, you were sobbing. Apology after apology spilled out of your mouth as you pathetically sob in front of him. Frowning at the thought of you needing to apologize for this, he asked softly聽鈥渕ay i hug you?鈥澛
When you grant him the permission, he wraps his arms around you and shush you gently, cradling the back of your head with one of his hands. He can feel his own eyes tearing up but he manage to control them from spilling.聽
Even though he doesn鈥檛 understand why you did that or what you鈥檙e feeling, he can understand it was a heavy burden on the heart. The insecurity that the world created for the people within, the stress that developed after hard days of work, the betrayal, and so on. Even though Albedo is known for his own genius mind, he couldn鈥檛 find a solution to your problem. This was certainly harder than those experiments he conducted on every organisms he encountered, much harder than trying to decipher the meaning of the world. For the first time in his life, he felt completely useless.聽
He couldn鈥檛 contain his tears anymore as he quietly sob with you. How he wished he could share your pain, the same burden that weighs your heart, the same wicked thoughts that plagues your mind everyday. He knew this relationship needs both parties to work with each other, he knew this would be a hard road, he knew the pros and cons in this relationship, but he couldn鈥檛 careless. He was another fool in love. He followed what his heart desired and he would stick with it. He would be the one to pick you up when you fall. He would be the one who鈥檒l dry your tears when they fall from your eyes. He would be the one that鈥檒l comfort you when you feel down, he will be your everything.
Leaning back and pressing his forehead against yours, sniffling a bit before giving you a weak smile. He doesn鈥檛 need an explanation on why you did it. He doesn鈥檛 need another apology from you. None of these is your fault afterall. It was the urge that鈥檚 to blame. It鈥檚 the world, it鈥檚 the people. Wiping the dry tear tracks with his thumbs, he said lowly;
鈥淲e鈥檒l get through this together like always. You don鈥檛 need to hide anything from me. You know I鈥檒l accept everything of you. These wounds that will leave a mark on your body are a symbol of what you went through and how you overcame them. There鈥檚 no need to feel bad about them or cry about it. But please don鈥檛 give in to your urges again okay? If they come haunting again, come to me. I鈥檒l make them disappear. Je t'aime, my love.鈥澛
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鈥淔oolish mortal, do you have a death wish or something? Self-inflicting wouldn鈥檛 do you any good, especially considering your mortal life... so聽why?鈥
Xiao whispered the last part, almost like a mumble. Disbelief leaking at the end, probably his mind already processing what he鈥檚 seeing. Voice slightly cracking, unable to hold up his proud persona. He couldn鈥檛 understand why you were doing this to yourself. Was someone making you do this to yourself? That鈥檚 probably the reason, no. That鈥檚 the only reason you鈥檙e doing this.聽
He would be harsh and in-denial for the first few minutes, his mind unable to accept the fact that you鈥檙e self-harming willingly. Raising his voice a bit when he asked the name of the culprit, he wants to know so that he can punish them. He wouldn鈥檛 realize how hurting and scared you are when he grabbed you roughly and you flinched. His eyes widened at the action as he quickly lets go of your arm, taking steps back from you quickly.聽
He made you cry. The one thing he swore to not do when you two got together. The image of you flinching repeatedly flash in his mind, making him feel more guilty. Looking back at your crying figure, his eyes landing on the knife that you were still holding. There鈥檚 no time for him to sulk in his self-pity, you need him.聽
Walking back towards you, he sat in front of you. His eyes eyeing the knife before locking eyes with your tear-filled ones, he swears he can feel his heart cracking at the sight. Taking a deep breath. he cups your face with both of his hands and made you look at him. You can see the sincere apology in his eyes and the unspoken words he鈥檚 unable to say, why did you do this to yourself?
Suddenly you started to breakdown again, but this time you kept repeatedly say聽鈥渟orry鈥. He noticed you let go of the knife and he sighed in relief, but he noticed the blood trickling down your arm. He quickly lets go of your face, reaching out for a random cloth around you two and wiped the blood.
He hated seeing blood, most especially yours. The thought of you harming yourselves made Xiao gulped deeply, flashes of war appeared in his mind. Seeing countless blood from his fellow Adepti and the opposing opponents made him let out a shaky breath. But he doesn鈥檛 understand why you would do this on yourselves. Even though he doesn鈥檛 want to say anything, he can鈥檛 help but ask why you did it.聽
When he hears your reason, he nods his head. Now he understands what you鈥檙e feeling. Staring at your wounds, he look up at you and let out a small smile.聽
鈥淧lease do not anymore frighten me. Don鈥檛 harm yourself again. You have a relatively short life compared to us, Adepti. And I... still want to experience a life with you a little while longer. Come, let us fix your wounds. After that we can do whatever you want. For you, I suppose I can traverse the streets of the harbor. I... love you.鈥
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6oldie 10 months ago
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Library Confession
Dom! Armin 鉁 Fem! Reader 鉁 NSFW 鉁
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DO NOT REPOST/SHARE MY CONTENT ANYWHERE 鈾
鉁 Warnings: NSFW- Minors DNI-Exhibitionism-Public Sex-Fingering-Vaginal Penetration-Degradation-Daddy Kink-Meet Cute~but make it spicy- INTENSE Pining- Unestablished Relationship- Cursing- Unprotected Sex- Creampie-
鉁 Synopsis: University!AU: After all your days spent studying at the university library, you began to form a lil crush on the blond student librarian - Obv he takes notice and rails u in section K-N
鉁 w/c: 3.6 k
鉁 a/n: I originally wanted y/n to be a hot librarian Armin had a crush on but decided to reverse it - yeet -also I miss going to the library - not to get railed but u know - to study...
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...albeit the positive impacts of the digitized landscape, the detrimentally polarizing effects it has had on citizen safety administers adequate regulati--
Your eyes dart up from the white screen, fingers hovering benignly over the keyboard as you follow the blond tuft of hair walk swiftly down the library, you鈥檝e already lost your train of thought. 鈥淪o he is working today...鈥
It was routine to situate yourself in the university library most days out of the week, before class, after class, during finals when hours were extended. You preferred the academic atmosphere, it helped pursue tasks quicker and more efficiently than the dorm room, where you were more prone to distraction. Distraction.
You鈥檝e always been good at keeping your head in the books, studying came natural. Your university life was different than others, yours involved the pursuit of scholarly excellence. Aware of the fleeting moments involved in undergrad studies, you had to focus on the important things in front of you. Things you can control. The concrete. You knew this and refused to get involved with anyone because, well, they were temporary and posed as a diversion.
So why was it that you stopped typing after sensing his presence? He was hired this term- the student librarian. You didn鈥檛 notice him until at least a month into the semester. Helping you sign out some books for your research paper, he caught your eye instantly his quiet charm wrapping you slowly in folds. When you handed over your student card, blue eyes wavered over your ID, lifting his head the sides of his mouth tugged up, 鈥淚鈥檓 Armin by the way鈥.
Over the course of the semester, you both formed a mutual awareness of one another. Your interactions were always trivial, 鈥an you help me find this journal issue? 鈥 The stapler seems to be missing from the print room鈥 Oh, the library鈥檚 closing early today? Every small interaction with him left you feeling more inclined to know him. Talk to him. Be around him. Your lack of romantic experience making you silently pine, desperate yet in total denial.
By the second month, you attempted to look more presentable. 鈥淚鈥檒l put on that new tartan skirt I鈥檝e been meaning to wear, not like I鈥檓 going anywhere anytime soon.鈥 Lightly misting yourself with perfume; a blossomed freesia seated in a bed of grass, hoping the forest鈥檚 stag would catch you in the winds and stop for a moment in praise. On days where he wasn't shelving books or scanning returns, your eyes silently sweep the main floor hoping you catch sight of him.
But he was working today, you had memorized his schedule, accidentally of course. Standing near the library doors, papers in hand talking to one of the middle-aged male Professors. Armin ran animated motions during the conversation making the papers in his right flap loosely. He always talked like that, annoying at first, but you quickly realized it gave away the level of comfort he felt around that person. One time an administrative staff member approached him and his arms were silently in place.
Shifting back to the blinking cursor, you start to string sentences onto the screen again. It didn't make any sense why the quality of your day was dependent on the dormant company he gave you. "I've romanticized him, he isn't even who I THINK he is... Im probably just bored, my mind is making up scenarios- he could be a creep for all I know..." Rationalizing your feelings towards him made your infatuation seem logical and comprehensible, by justifying it through sensible understanding, it was harmless and insignificant, nothing to worry about鈥
"Hey, y/n" Armin stood sideways to your left, just beginning to come into view, "I think you left this in the print room yesterday.."
You looked up at him confused as he continued, he was beginning to place papers on the wooden table, pushing it slowly towards you,
"I just saw it this morning, I saw your name on it and so I..."
He continued to tell you something, but your eyes were trained on his fingers, long, slender with pink knuckles, you could see the prominence of his blue veins pushing through his skin.
"... I hope you don't mind" He was looking at you beaming, waiting for your response.
cocking your head, blinking up at him, 鈥渨ait - I'm sorry - what did you say?"
" I just read over your essay, I marked some things I saw that could need changing, I know you didn't ask but-"
"Oh, thank you... " you pulled the papers closer, Armins scribbled blue pen marks now visible "... this is my first draft, there's usually a shit ton of mistakes.. thanks though, it'll be a great help" You smiled up at him briefly, already bringing your attention back to the laptop, most of the conversations fell short like this.
Except for this time Armin pulled out the chair next to you and slid himself into it, "Is it okay if I tell you my thoughts on it?" His arms propped on the desk, face incredibly close to yours, you could feel his small breaths as you took note of the flecks of green surrounding his irises. He smelled like bergamot.
You hid your hands under the table, holding them together you felt them turn clammy, "Sure, I don't mind"
Rather than take the paper back he leaned into you. Your foreheads nearly touching, speaking in barely a whisper, his fingers followed the places he marked. "I really liked your topic, and your opening statement I was so enticed by it..."
He went on like this, praising you while also giving you helpful feedback, his tone held no conceit. After every comment, pausing to look at you, waiting for your answer. You tried to be quick on your toes, but having him so close you could feel the heat from his body roll-off, you could barely make out the words... Shit, He's looking at me again, Jesus fuck what did he just say?
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"...anyways-鈥
He pulled away from the proximity between you two, leaning on his hand his head tilted away from you, jaw prominent. Your fingers wanted to reach over and toy with the white fabric of his collar resting quietly against his throat.
"-I liked the arguments you made. You could always give me your essay drafts to read over, I don't mind"
"I will, I mean I always assumed you were pretty smart, but your feedback, was actually helpful. Thank You."
"Don't mention it, I actually enjoyed it" He smiled at you, eyes crinkling together, his brows shot up in remembrance "Oh- shit, I think my break's done"
Swiftly standing up, he gently tucked in his chair, leaning forward, "I'll see you around, kay?" You nodded your head, already coming down from your emotional high, watching his figure shrink as he walked up the stairs to the second floor.
"He spent his entire break talking to me. I hope he had something to eat beforehand...鈥
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Your phone buzzed making the table underneath your wrists vibrate.
鈥11:00 PM: "End of Study Session"鈥
You liked to set reminders for yourself, that way you wouldn't be constantly checking the time to know when to start heading back Gently closing your laptop you take note of how empty the library had gotten. Oh, right, everyone had better places to be than at a library on a Friday Night.
As you were gathering your things, crouching underneath the table pulling your laptop's power cord from the wall socket, you took note of a baby blue cardigan crumpled on the dark hardwood floor. You recognized it immediately as Armins, it was the soft blue one he would always wear when the library would get chilly during the late evenings.
The situation amused you, now you've found something of his he lost. "I'll return it to the front desk as I leave" but another thought infected your mind, a better one. "I could give it to him the next time he鈥檚 working. I鈥檒l use it as a conversation starter..."
Packed and ready to exit, you slinked your body around the tables. As you strode, the columns of bookshelves flipped like pages in the corner of your vision, you were entertained by this idea, already planning on how to approach him. So wrapped in thought, you didn't realize Armin saw you pass by him as he was shelving.
"Y/N!"
You stopped in your tracks, abruptly turning around, Armin was already walking towards you. How could you have forgotten he was working late tonight.
"You found my cardigan! I've been looking for it all day" he was smiling, shaking his head in disbelief. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 know you would repay me back so quickly鈥
" I saw it under my table, I didn't notice till I was leaving, sorry" The knit draped over your forearm, as you stretched out towards him.
He had closed the distance, you smelled his scent again. "Thank You, we鈥檙e both so forgetful aren't we?" He plucked the cardigan from your arm and pulled it over his body, straightening himself out, he dusted the arms off.
You racked your brain, you didn鈥檛 want this to end, you had an entire conversation ready in mind, but now鈥
鈥淚 was actually looking for you, I needed some help鈥
He looked at you quizzically 鈥淥h, what is it?鈥
鈥淐ould you help me look for more sources for my paper, I would ask the other librarians, but you鈥檙e already so familiar with what I鈥檓 writing.鈥
鈥淥f course, that鈥檚 literally what Im getting paid to do鈥 Beaming at you, he turned around on his heels already leading you to a shelf as you tailed closely behind. You both entered a cornered aisle, the two left sides closed off and filled with books.
Armin didn't think you would ask for his help, truth be told, he wanted to talk to you, but you never seemed quite interested. He took note of you within the first hour of his first training session. You were flipping some pages of a textbook sitting at the table. The same table you always sat at, the one on the far right, next to the fifth window, just a sliver away from the ceiling vent. He always tried to press a conversation with you, but Armin's attempts would fall flat every time. You never seemed to reciprocate, in fact for a while, he thought you were involved with someone. That belief quickly faltered away because you were at the library far too much for someone who would ever be in a relationship.
鈥淚 think some of Krisnel's work would work well with your topic, I'm not sure if we have his latest issue right now, lemme check鈥 Armin scanned the spines of the books squatting as he looked at the lower shelf, his fingers softly grazed the leather spines in row.
鈥淎gh I found it.鈥 He shot back up and placed the book in your hands.
You honestly didn鈥檛 know what took over you, maybe it was the late night delirium or the silence of the library, or maybe it was because the person in front of you had you wrapped around their finger and they didn鈥檛 even know it. But whatever it is, you needed to be near him longer, when would you get another opportunity like this?
鈥淎rmin, actually... could you help me reach for that one by Naavdelan, it鈥檚 too high up I can鈥檛 reach鈥 you strode over to the book you were requesting, it was near the end of the aisle, kissing the corner of the library. You stand on your tippy toes and reach for it, failing. You鈥檝e never had a problem retrieving even the highest books. Books nobody could possibly reach; steeping stools were littered throughout the library. But you didn鈥檛 want to use a stepping stool, no鈥 this time you needed help
He hummed in agreement as he approached you. He needed you to step aside for a moment, just so he could grab it for you. Except you didn鈥檛 even budge, your head was tilted towards him, your pretty eyes pleading to him through your lashes. Armin looked at you perplexed at your actions, or more so, your lack of action. He didn鈥檛 want to think anything of it so he stood directly behind you reaching for the book, except right as he raised his left arm, you pressed your back flush against him, right against his groin.
Armin tried to ignore it, but fuck he could feel the soft fat of your ass through his pants, he held back grinding against you. His brain was going into whiplash, growing hard, just because of what? A light ass graze? He felt guilty for going hard over something so innocent. Or was it on purpose? No, it couldn鈥檛 be. He never would expect a sweet girl like you to be so... so seducing.
But when Armin looked down bringing his arm back to his side, the book forgotten, your eyes looked so innocent almost puppy-like. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 wrong?鈥 You asked quizzically, batting your lashes in false concern.
鈥淚 鈥 it鈥檚 nothing, why don鈥檛 you just stand over there while I get it for you. Kay?鈥 You didn鈥檛 do as he asked. Rather you turned around to face him, snaking your arms around his neck, you grazed his buzzed undercut with the pads of your fingers. Guided his head closer to yours, both of your breaths small and short. Armin stared at your half lidded eyes, held at your soft lips as he saw them move 鈥淚 wanna kiss you s鈥檅ad鈥.
God, he could smell the rose body wash on your skin, he couldn't even catch a glimpse of the rest of your face, his heart coursed through his veins, swallowing hard, he's been wanting this for so long. 鈥淜iss me then鈥 he murmured as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his hands on the small of your waist, he could feel your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt.
You let your mouth fall onto his, soft and sweet, feeling for a moment his hot lips open, eager for an invitation, you pulled on his bottom lip, biting and sucking, plunging your wet tongue into him. You gathered his hair through your fingers tugging at it, you wanted more. Armin's hands worked down your body, squeezing the underside of your ass with his thumb, he kneaded it as your heads nodded in rhythm.
Pulling each other back, panting and breathing each other's air ,"fuck me, please" you pleaded.
Armin felt hazy, you're lips were swollen pretty, he wanting nothing else than to make you feel good, he didn't care he was in a library, it was practically empty, nobody ever came to this section anyways, you both would be safe. But another thought tugging at his brain made his dick turn hard. the thought of being caught by someone with his balls deep inside you, your legs wide open, pussy on display. The thought of you being unable to hold back your moans, making everyone get up and look for what's making such noise in the library. Armin wanted it, he wanted it so bad.
Armin leaned into you, backing you until you were against the book-shelved wall, he purred, his breath tickling against your ear, 鈥 All I鈥檝e wanted to do is to fuck you since I laid eyes on you, you know that?"
His words went straight between your legs, you felt your pussy pool. Armin angled his head and took your lips again, his fingers hitching your skirt up, palms flat against your stomach, he paused looking at you one last time, searching for your reassurance, desperately you spoke, "please, just touch me".
That was all he needed, returning his attention back, he felt the heat of your thighs envelop his wrist as he gently trailed around your thighs sliding your panties to the side. Slowly he sank his two fingers inside you, moving them in a circle, you coated his fingers wet. He took your mouth into his lips swallowing your gasps. his fingers sliding around you, stretching you out. The foreign digits felt so different, so much more different than your own, curling them inside, he fluttered against the tender spot in you. Swirling around you, slow and languid at first, he began pumping his wrist. Your mouth now just grazing against his, breath hitching desperately.
鈥淏aby tell me, is this how you wanted me to help?鈥 Armin whispered to you tauntingly. "I never thought a good girl like you would be such a slut鈥 His left hand slapped your ass, the sound echoing through the library.
"Mmmhhm -fuck, please" you pant, incoherent, you were shivering, begging to come undone.
"So fucking greedy, need to be patient for me" the back of his left hand stroked your jaw in false pity.
"How long have you wanted my wrist to fuck you like this, huh?" He thought about the late nights you would lay in your dorm room, pushing your own delicate digits in your tight folds thinking of him, the thought made his cock twitch, his fingers moving rapidly now, he wanted to be inside you. Now.
His hand was working so quickly, so feverish, you moaned loudly, body taking over, convulsing on his fingers, you clenched around his digits, waves of relief washing over you as your hands reached to hold onto the wall of books you were splayed against.
"You can't moan like a whore, we're in the library" he spat the words at you, covering your mouth with the hand he had just fucked you with a moment ago. Nodding your head, he spread open your mouth dipping his fingers inside. Your tongue swirling around him, tasting, your eyes closed shut as you hollowed your cheeks sucking every last bit of yourself. "Good girl" he praised.
Armin took back his fingers, saliva stringing out, never breaking your gaze, blue eyes transfixed on you as he drew his glistening fingers near his mouth running his tongue against them, lapping up every inch of your fluids.
"Need more- need you inside me", you begged him, aching to feel stuffed again, you were squeezing your thighs together looking for some release.
鈥淢y baby鈥檚 been feeling so stressed haven鈥檛 they? I鈥檓 gonna make them feel better" Before you could think, Armin flipped you around, pressing you against the opposite wall and pushing the small of your back down, submitting you to arch for him, your pussy dripping with cream on full display. He wanted to lick you clean, but he knew he had to be quick, he was beginning to hear the shuffle of footsteps traveling through the empty halls.
You grasped onto the bookshelf in front of you, easing yourself as Armin spat on your pussy, you didn't need any more lube, you were already stretched and leaking from just his fingers alone. His right hand reached over grasping your breasts, hastily unbuttoning the top three, making your tits hang out of your bent over frame. The cool air prickling your nipples making them stiff.
Armin felt flooded with arousal, he would've been caught, someone could've seen you writhe against him like a pathetic slut, your skirt hitched so high up, your soft tits spilling out of your blouse. God you looked so fuckable.
He released his cock from his pants, hard and leaking with precum he stroked himself, he didn't think he could last very long with you looking like this. You yelped as you he pushed himself inside you, barely giving you much warning. You were so slick and tight, your pussy wrapped so pretty around him, hypnotized he watched how you sucked in his searing length.
"Daddy鈥檚 gonna make you- feel-so-fucking-good.鈥 He spoke through his teeth hot with desire, thrusting into you hard after each word. you could feel him throb in your stomach, his fat tip humming against your walls. He gripped the sides of your body, rocking against him, breasts bouncing in rhythm as he quickened his pace. He wasn't going to take it slow with you, he just wanted you to be filled by his cum. He had been wanting to be inside this pretty cunt for far too long for him to take his time with it. Impatient and needy he whined searingly as you clenched around him, tipping him over the edge, feeling his dick twitch he spurt his hot cum inside you, jerking at each thick release.
Armin pulled himself out, a mixture of your fluids dripped onto the hardwood floor. You got up and as you turned around, Armin's cum ran down your thighs, thick and hot it trickled on your skin, you swiped it off with your finger, bringing it up to your mouth as your tongue lapped it up. Armin watched, as you stared at him swallowing his cum again and again, swiping your index finger against your thigh collecting his fluids until you were clean. He felt himself getting hard again, he wanted to rut himself into that sweet little mouth of yours.
You didn't give him much opportunity for something else though. You couldn't just do everything with him in one night, after all, what would the two of you do next time? You began buttoning your clothes, as Armin followed suit.
Zipping up his pants he paused, "Hey y/n-," cheeks flushed pink as he blinking at you, "...Im gonna be working again this Tuesday night"
Straightening your skirt, lifting your head you coyly smirked at him,
"I know"
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