#bats my beautiful orbs at u

[autistic-ranpo]

does anyone have a timeline of what order everyone joined the agency?

#PLEASEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏 #bats my beautiful orbs at u #kae's nonsense #bsd #bungou stray dogs

[noobsquasher]

Hi! I love your writing, can u do something with y/n being jealous of a girl (idk maybe gwen stacy?) cause she is being very “closer” to peter and then y/n gets angry with him for being so beautiful and hot so she flirt with other random boy and he is like: i only love u, and then he fuck$ she so hard to remember she that she only for him

Jealousy, Jealousy

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: unprotected classroom sex, fingering, edging, degrading, Dom Peter, swearing, etc

Summary: Filled with envy, you decide to rebel and flirt with someone in front of Peter.

Notes: Peter Parker x Female Reader

All characters in this story are 18+.

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The word jealousy was never in your vocabulary until Peter Parker came into your life.

You’ve been dating him for quite some time, the two of you growing close in an instant. The love you two shared was everlasting, and you were sure nothing could stand in between.

Except when the name Gwen Stacy pricked your ears.

Gwen and Peter met in advanced chemistry class and ever since, the two have been a little too close. You felt like twisting her neck whenever you saw the pair together.

You were sure you’d punch her in the face when you saw them together in the library during your free period.

Eavesdropping, you heard them conversing about stupid covalent bonds and dumb elements.

What the hell is so funny about chemistry? Why is Peter finding her so hilarious?

“I use chemistry puns, but only periodically.” Gwen spoke, getting a chuckle from Peter.

“Hm… I don’t trust atoms, they make up everything.”

They busted out laughing making your blood boil. You glared at them, hands balled into a fist.

You huffed, having enough of their banter. Your feet molded into the tile below as you made your way towards them.

“Hey, baby!” You expressed a slick smile on your face when you immediately caught a kiss onto Peter’s soft lips, practically attacking his mouth as you guys made out in front of Gwen. You prayed she felt uncomfortable, wanting her to know that you marked Peter as yours.

You finally left his lips, Peter’s face stained in rosy blush, his honeyed orbs all flustered.

“Oh- sorry Gwen, didn’t see you there.”

She glared at you, jaw clenched.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you?” You hated how innocent she tried to act, how the high tone of her voice hid how she actually felt.

“I’m great. You?”

“Never better.” She smiled at you as if you couldn’t see right through it.

You reciprocated one back, trying to relieve the underlying tension.

“Peter, baby… you're coming over today after school, right?”

Before Peter could answer, the spawn of Satan opened her gates of hell.

“Actually- Peter’s coming over to study with me. We have a test tomorrow for chemistry.”

Your eyes sharpened once you looked at her, it took Odin above to hold you back from throwing a library book at her stupid face.

“Isn’t that what you're doing right now? Studying for chemistry?” You pointed to the chemistry hardback on the table as if it wasn’t completely obvious.

“Yeah, but our test is very… intensive. Studying is required.”

“Well Gwen, if Peter needs to study, he can study with me.” You spoke strongly, wanting Gwen to know that your boyfriend was going home with you and you only.

Her eyes held acrimony as she played with her hands, glaring at you.

You put back on a smile, gazing at Peter.

“Petey, I'm having a hard time with my homework, could you help me out?” Your voice was craving, lashes batting at the still flustered, curly-haired boy below you.

“Uh… well- I was um… helping Gwen. I can help you when I’m done with her if you still want it?” He spoke as if he tried not to set the ticking time bomb inside you, but it was no use.

You held your composure as the explosive detonated within you, starting mass destruction. Your mind burst into flames, your veins flooding with black ash as your heart began to dissolve.

Yet, even as the structure within you fell, you still kept a smile on your fragile lips.

“That’s fine. I’ll see you in lunch.” You left him without your usual goodbye kiss, your steps leaving a trail of negativity behind.

-

Your stomach rumbled as you waited in line for lunch. You wondered where your boyfriend was, hoping that he wasn’t still with Satan.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Turning, you were met with the pearly whites of Brad Davis.

“Hey, Y/N! Don’t mind if I stay with you? The line is long and I’m dying for some food.” His tone held much charm, his onyx orbs, and six-foot-tall stature making you feel obligated to let him slide in front of you.

You shot him a smile,

“Sure, Brad.” Slightly moving so he could squeeze in.

“Thank you so much, your too kind.” His eyes twinkled as he gazed at you. You wondered how he was able to be so persuasive with just the bat of an eyelash.

Suddenly, you spotted Peter walking through the cafeteria doors, making his way towards the line you were in.

Evil bit your mind, a devious plan unfolding between your teeth.

A delicate hand was placed on Brad’s firm bicep as your tantalizing orbs met his gaze.

“Anything for you, Brad. You know I can’t deny that pretty face of yours.” You stepped closer to him, teeth indenting between the corner of your bottom lip.

Slight shock bit Brad’s face once your flirtatious act imprinted on him, his head tilting as a slick grin stained his lips.

“My pretty face? Have you looked into the mirror lately, beautiful?” He managed to move closer to you, body’s practically about to mold into each other.

Before another word could slip your mouth, Peter appeared from the blue, rage splattered across his apple cheeks and dark chocolate eyes.

“Who the fuck are you calling beautiful, Brad? I know you are not talking about yourself.” Peter seethed, jaw clenching at the sight of you two together.

You backed away from Brad, stepping towards your infuriating boyfriend. You could feel the ire radiating off his soft skin, some sort of sadistic satisfaction forming within you.

“Sorry dude didn’t know you two were a thing.”

“You didn’t know? What, do I gotta tattoo my fucking name on her forehead for you to understand that she’s mine? Back the fuck off before I shove your face into the school lunch, asshole.” He forcefully grabbed your hand, pulling you from the line as you stumbled behind him.

This was one of the few times you’ve seen Peter blow up like that in public, especially when it involved you.

Although Peter was practically turning crimson with fury stained on his face, you loved seeing this possessive side of him, wanting him to announce to the entire city of New York that you were marked his, and his only.

As he dragged you towards Odin knows what, he spewed venom through his teeth along the way.

“You don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, huh? I gotta do it for you? Shit…”

“I was just-“

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it! I know what I saw and what I saw was you being a fucking slut to the entire cafeteria!”

“Peter-“

“Don’t- don’t Peter me! What happened to my sweet, innocent, girl? You know I don’t like it when you act out like this, turning into a goddamn whore for someone else! The only person you're a whore for is me!” His steps molded into the concrete, harsh voice ricocheting off the walls throughout the hallway.

You wanted to defend yourself, but you knew he wouldn’t let you get another word out.

Finally, you arrived at the destination, an empty classroom that was reserved for the decathlon club.

Peter nearly busted through the wooden door, rushing you inside before slamming it shut, immediately webbing the handle.

You gulped, knowing where this was leading.

“Peter- what if someone sees or hears us? This is too-“

“If you can be a slut to everyone in the damn lunch line, you can most definitely be a slut here.”

He then suddenly picked you up, hands grasping your ass firmly as he moved swiftly, placing you onto a sturdy table.

“Naughty girls like you deserve a little punishment to keep them in line.” He tore off your skirt, revealing your soaked panties underneath.

Peter groaned, inhaling your sweet aroma.

“Who did this you? Was it Brad?” Fingers quickly hooked to the thin straps of your underwear, pealing them off.

“No! No- it was you. All you, baby.” He spread your legs, cock piercing through his jeans as your velvety folds stared at him.

“How can I trust I did all this to you? For all I know, it could’ve been any guy in the fucking line.” His thumb circled your throbbing, bundle of nerves, a yelp escaping your lips.

“Can’t- can’t you see how wet I am for you? Shove your fingers inside me, feel it yourself!” Your head tilted back as his movements increased, the swift motion on your clit frying your nerves.

He shot you a slick grin, knowing he was gonna do a lot more than just shove his fingers inside you.

His lips caught yours as his long digits dipped inside your slick folds, you groaned against him, deepening the kiss.

His hand wrapped around your neck while his fingers curled within you, immediately hitting that sweet spot of yours.

“I hope you ate something because you are mine for the entire lunch hour.” He pumped you smoothly with his fingers, nearly moaning when he took a peek at his drenched digits.

“Gosh! Pete- Peter! I’m close! Oh fucking- OH!” Your hand gripped onto the table below, toes curling as you were about to reach your end, but it was ceased when Peter’s thick fingers slipped out of you.

You gasped, missing the intense feeling.

“Only good girls get to come when they want to.” He stopped your expected cry with a tender kiss before his saturated fingers were shoved back inside you.

You whimpered against his gentle but harsh lips, wanting nothing more than to cum on them.

“Mm- Peter! I'm sorry! I’m really- I’m sorry. I won’t- I won’t do it again, I swear!” He already had you tripping on your words.

“Why’d you even do it in the first place, huh? Do you like seeing me pissed off? You want me to tease you like this, edge you in the middle of a classroom?”

You whined, head falling back once his fingers grazed your treasured spot.

You regretted ever pulling that wicked scheme on Peter, feeling embarrassed to admit that envy and spite was the leading cause of this entire situation.

“You- you and… you and Gwen! You spend so much fucking time with her, that you sometimes completely forget about me!”

His coffee orbs softened on you, his fingers escaping your clenched cunt, making you mewl.

“Me and Gwen? She’s just my friend, baby. What did you assume we were?” His entire demeanor shifted, a soft hand petting your cheek.

“I hate to admit that I’m jealous of you two… how you guys are so close. I despise her.” You couldn’t look him in the eye, head falling into his gentle hand.

“Oh, Angel… I didn’t know you disliked her. You should’ve told me, I would’ve done something about it.” His thumb sweetly brushed against your face, his other hand caressing your backside.

“I’m sorry… I should’ve. Instead, I flirted with Brad to make you jealous out of spite. I’m truly sorry, Petey. Forgive me.” Your glossy orbs marked his, Peter’s lips turning into a line.

“I forgive you, I do. Gosh, baby, next time just let me know if you ever feel uncomfortable with any situation that arises, we’ll fix it together. I love you.”

You gave him a small smile,

“I love you, too.”

The sentence is secured with a tender kiss, tongues dancing, lips making sweet, rhythmic love.

“Now, lemme show you how much I love you so everyone, even Brad, knows your mine.”

You exhaled, hoping the walls were thick enough to cloud the impending moans coming soon.

-

“PETER!” His candied syllables echoed throughout the classroom, firm slaps, rubs, and squeaking of the table below you adding to the erotic symphonies.

“Shit, princess! Fuck, you feel so good!” Peter’s head fell back as he thrust harshly inside your tight folds, his eyes rolling back to how easily you wrapped around his thick cock.

His mind started to get lost in the insane pleasures you offered him, babbles starting to escape through his teeth.

Your legs bound around him, pulling him closer, deeper, within you.

“Mm… my good girl, oh my fucking Angel! Know your mine, baby… all fucking mine. Nobody else can ever have you.” He leaned forward, your harmonious moans slipping into his ears before he silenced them with an everlasting kiss, sealing you off.

Peter could never get enough of how you sound whenever he’s inside you, how your pretty little mouth releases the sweetest of mumbles and whimpers to keep him going for hours. You were irresistible.

Your hands moved to his shoulders as he sped up his pounds. You wondered what would snap first, your thighs, or the squeaky table below.

“Peter! Oh- fucking gosh- Petey!”

His shaky hand moved to your swollen clit, rubbing quickly.

“Cum- cum on my cock baby. Let me feel you.” He moaned in your ear before kissing your sweet spot just below your earlobe.

You started to crumble below him, moans turning into cries and babbles. Your incoherent sounds informing Peter that the coil within you was about to burst.

“Pet- Peter! I- oh!” You couldn’t even finish your sentences.

“What is it? Use your words.”

You cried, knowing you were too mind-fucked to even speak.

“Don’t go all cock-drunk on me now, beautiful. What is it?”

You groaned, head nearly slamming into the table below as your walls clenched forcefully around Peter, your orgasm hitting you with a rippling surge of pleasure.

Your back arched, hold tightened, lips open as you let out deep cries, not a single care in the world as your entire body shook vigorously to the rhythms of your high.

Your state was enough to make Peter come, hot-white strands painting your aching insides, whines, and babbles leaving his throat as he came undone.

When the high ended, he softly fell onto you, smoothly slipping out as heavy breathing filled the classroom.

Exhaustion washed over you as you held onto Peter’s shaky body, mind about to pass out.

He placed a loving kiss onto your sweat-stained forehead, making his way to your nose, and then your soft lips.

“I love you more than everything, baby. Nothing could ever come between us, know that.” His toffee orbs sparkled, a sweet smile on his delicate lips.

“I love-“ suddenly, the table below you collapsed, the legs giving out after you and Peter abused what was left of its stability.

Peter immediately picked you up, holding you tightly so you wouldn’t go crashing along too.

“Holy shit!” He backed away, placing you gently next to him as you two gazed at the broken wood.

“Fuck… you think anyone heard-“

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

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[zhongliologist]

Breeding Kink | Dragon!Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader

Genre: SMUTTTT!! 

Words: 4.6k

A/N: So uh yeah, this was mainly inspired by hcs from @genshin-spice​!! thank you for the ideas sjkdha as well as the asks I have received! I decided to combine them into one fic bc im lazy i hope u like it jkasdha

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. 

*

It was in the dead of the night.

Zhongli breathed in; eyes dilated.

His study was quiet—yet all he could hear was his heart beat pounding violently against his chest and the sound of skin rubbing against skin.

He couldn’t take it.

In Zhongli’s mind was an image of you in positions you have never been before. He could see you on the bed as he pins you down, ass high up as he gripped on your waist until bruises form. He could see sheathing himself completely into you, reeling at the erotic sounds which escaped your lips as he roughly thrusts in and out.

The grip of his hand tightened, moving up and down his enlarged shaft. Zhongli grunted as he felt his digits grind on a particularly sensitive spot. It would’ve been better if it was your mouth instead of his hands.

“YN….! Nghh…!”

Ignoring his locks thrown askew by his movements, Zhongli continued to see you in his mind’s eyes. Precious, beautiful; more than any stone or gem in the world. He’ll spread you out, pleasuring you and worshipping your body with his tongue. In every turn, he would leave his marks, proving that you were his and his only.

“Ahh…darling…I just…want to…!”

He growled, speeding up the movement of his wrist. He could feel himself grow even bigger as scales begin to form on his skin, as his nails turn sharper.

Zhongli wanted you. He wanted to pound into wildly until you keen and clamp around him; until you become a staggering mess of moans and drool. You will be quivering as your orgasm washes over you, yet he wouldn’t stop. This wasn’t the time to stop.

“Ughh….haa…! YN….! YN…! I’m close—!”

He’ll push even deeper, harder; making sure the tip of his cock reaches your womb. And that’s when he’ll release his warm seed into you, filling you up until his cum is dripping from your hole, until you were spent on the bed and still shaking from the intensity.

That’s not enough, Zhongli could sense something growl in him. Not enough.

You will be screaming with oversensitivity as he pushes inside you once more, his dick still hard as he keeps on going. You will be muttering his name ceaselessly as he fills you up, cumming inside you over and over again until you get pregnant with his child.

Yes.

The image of you on the bed, exhausted from his relentless pounding as cum leaks from your hole, surely pregnant with his child burned vividly inside his imagination. It sent an overwhelming surge of pleasure towards his cock; urging him to climax.

“Nnnh—!”

In one move, Zhongli orgasmed, his cum spurting to his stomach and clothes as he breathed in heavily. He tried to calm himself down yet the image of him cumming inside you was still so fresh that his excitement wouldn’t subside.

“…what is…this…?”

It seemed like his libido has peaked dramatically in the past few weeks. Normally, he could withstand not having any sexual activity for some time, especially when you were out of town, but for some reason, all he could think about right now was fucking you senseless.

He touched the scales on his arm. It also hasn’t escaped his notice how he would often show some of his draconic features in the midst of it all. There was only one thing that he could think of.

“Could it be…”

Wait. He hasn’t been in heat for more than a thousand years, and for it to appear right now is mind boggling to the say the least. But he could no longer see this at any other angle. It must have been triggered by your presence, in some way or another. The beast in him knew how he was madly in love with you, how he had taken you as his mate, and now it wants nothing but for you to bear him offspring.

Zhongli sighed. This is a matter that should be discussed first with you. Yet his heat is upon him and if it comes to it, he had to protect you even from himself. Zhongli sighed again heavily and gazed at the wedding ring on his left finger.  

“It seems the need arises to arrange necessary measures.

*

“Please explain to me, in some way or another,” you started. “…why I cannot see my own husband in my own house.”

With brows furrowed and arms on your hips, you glared at the offending ‘guards’ loitering around outside the bedroom as they looked at you with a panicked expressions. There were a few familiar faces like QiQi, who was busy staring at nothing and Xiangling, who simply came to visit to deliver freshly cooked dishes from Wanmin Restaurant.

“Dr. Baizhu!” you called out when you were only met with silence.

Giving you a worried look, the doctor tried to calm the situation but to no avail.

“Look, YN…” the doctor hesitated. “Mr. Zhongli is under…certain conditions which makes it dangerous for you to go anywhere near him.”

You blinked, mouth frowning as you tried to make sense of what he was trying to tell you. “And what would that be?”

Travelling around Teyvat for quite some time, you had only returned to Liyue and to your husband (of a year and a quarter) today; and to be denied access to somehow greet and touch the person you had missed so dearly only irked your frustration. You were determined that the first thing you do when you return was to run straight into his arms, kiss him hard and talk to him about an important matter in both your lives, but it seemed like the odds weren’t in your favor.

“Well,” Dr. Baizhu struggled to reply, as he was under the implicit instruction not to reveal the exact details. “All I can say is that it’s a condition where Mr. Zhongli wouldn’t be able to act properly around you. But please don’t worry, it’s not contagious and it’ll be over in a week or so.”

If anything, the vagueness only alarmed you. What illness could possibly make him lose control like that? Zhongli, as you knew him, was always someone who regarded himself with propriety and dignity. If this condition can weaken him like that, you were all the more worried.

“I…If that’s the case, then I really need to see him,” you insisted, now concern etched into your eyes. “I can’t just leave him alone like this.”

Stand firm, Dr. Baizhu. My wife is especially stubborn—he had been warned a few days before, dismissing it as something a husband would normally say about his wife, but now that he was face to face with that stubbornness he had been warned with, it seemed like he had underestimate you.

“YN…I…” he breathed in as he placed a consoling hand on your shoulders. “I would not recommend seeing Mr. Zhongli at this point—”

“Just a peek wouldn’t hurt, right?” you interrupted. “I just want to see him.”

The doctor gazed down at you with an apologetic look, fully understanding why you were desperate in your request. You haven’t seen him for quite some time, and to find him sick and unable to see him when you finally returned—he could understand. He really does. That’s why, in the end, the doctor relented. He’ll face the consequences later on.

“Alright,” Dr. Baizhu sighed. “Just a peek and nothing more, got it?”

Upon hearing his words, your face brightened up in a flash. “Thank you, doctor!”

As he led you to the door of the master’s bedroom, you followed silently behind; watching as Dr. Baizhu unlocked the door from the outside—why would they need to lock it anyway, you thought—and pushed the door slightly ajar.

You pursed your lips.

In a breath, you knocked the doctor aside and went in as quickly as you could; shutting the door behind you as he protested from the outside. Apologies, Dr. Baizhu…!

Swiftly recovering from the sudden action, you noticed that it was dark inside; the windows shut and heavy curtains blocking any stray sunshine. The only source of light was the single glowing lantern at the far end of the room which only illuminated half of your face and offered a simple silhouette of your husband sitting on the bed.

You breathed in a sigh of relief.

“Right. I don’t really have much time, and I already duped Dr. Baizhu, so I’ll make this quick. I just want you to know that I’m back, and while I do have something I want to talk about with you, I’ll wait till this gets sorted out. So if you need anything, I’m right here—”

You halted; ears trained at the low growl you just noticed.

“…Zhongli…?” you asked, apprehension rising as you took a step forward.

“Why are you here?”

He finally spoke, yet instead of the sweet deep hum of his voice, this one was a lot harsher.

“What…?”  you asked, surprised at his words. “I-I just wanted to see you…”

“You’re not allowed here,” Zhongli continued as he rose from the bed, his frame seemingly much taller that usual yet the darkness had hindered you from telling clearly. “It seems Dr. Baizhu has failed to stop you.”

Brows furrowed, you spoke with a waver in your voice. “Zhongli, what’s wrong…?”

In a bat of an eye, he was in front of you, pining you against the door with his lithe form. His clutches were firm but gentle enough not to hurt you as you felt him look closely at you. Daring your eyes to open, finally, finally, you could see him.

His usual warm amber orbs were now glowing golden, his pupils turned into slits. You could see scales on his skin and horns on his head as he grasped your wrists with his clawed hands. You would’ve screamed if you weren’t too surprised. Astonishment was an understatement of how you felt at that exact moment.

“Do you now see what is wrong?” he snarled at you, his eyes narrowing.

Taking in a gulp, you tried to calm yourself. This is still Zhongli, just different. You were used to the unusual things happening around him because of his status as an ex-archon, but this just takes the cake.

“Wha—why are you half….half dragon?!” you exclaimed.

He could feel him make a disgruntled noise as his grip on you tightened. “That is of no importance. You have to leave before I lose my sense of control.”

You glared at him, finally realizing that he was still the husband you knew; probably just a bit frustrated.

“No. Tell me exactly what’s happening Zhongli. It is my responsibility as your wife to take care of you, and I can’t possibly leave you like this without knowing the full extent of the problem.”

Zhongli clicked his tongue and closed his eyes, exasperated at your mulish behavior. Why can’t you just follow obediently? He was really weak against you; even more so at that exact moment.

You can’t hold his cheeks with your hands pinned but you at least tried to console the obvious turmoil inside of him. “I’m right here, love. It’s alright…you can tell me.”

In an instant, Zhongli conceded, melting at your presence as he nuzzled himself on your neck, his breath tickling your skin. He always loved your scent; amplified by his draconic instincts, it was even more intoxicating.

“As a dragon, I am in heat,” he whispered just below your ear as you felt him smirk. “Are you still willing to help me out?”

Heat…?!

You immediately flushed at the implication of his words. Sex was no stranger in your relationship even before you became husband and wife, but for some reason, at the suggestion of Zhongli being in heat, you became bashful like a giddy schoolgirl.

“I-I…! Of course!” you replied despite the tumble in your voice. “I’m your wife, it’s only natural that we satisfy each other’s…er…sexual needs…”

Zhongli made a low chuckle as he allowed his lips to graze your skin.

“Have you understood what being in heat truly entails?” he replied, unable to contain the intensity in his voice. “This is not simply an act of making love. I will fuck you. And I will fuck hard, YN. Do you understand?”

It was incredible how his mere words were enough to make your legs shake and your lips quiver. His effect on you has always been like this, but for some reason, in his half dragon form, it had only became more powerful.

“Z-Zhongli…I—”

“This will be different from everything we did so far,” he interrupted you. “I will be rough and relentless. I will bite you and mark you that you are mine and mine only. I will not stop even if you tell me to. I will keep on pounding into you until your womb is full of my seed, and even then, I will not stop. I will breed into you until you become pregnant with my child. Do you truly understand?”

You bit your lip. His words were swirling in your head like a thick soup of lustful thoughts; pushing you into arousal. If he was meaning to scare you, then it had surely backfired.

“I do,” you replied, as he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. “And I want you to do all those things to me.”

For a moment, Zhongli stared at you; speechless and totally caught off guard by your reply. It seems like he hadn’t expected you to agree at all. You were supposed to be frightened, freaked out by his monster-like appearance, but here you are taking up the challenge as if it was nothing.

He grunted as soon as he realized you weren’t backing off. He knew who he had married.

“There is no guarantee that I can control myself later on, YN,” he cautioned you one more time. “I have no wish to hurt you, my love.”

You smiled at him, loosening his grip on your wrists and gently caressing his face. “I know, and I trust you.”

With a sigh, Zhongli stood up straight and scooped you from your place. Carrying you on his arms, he then dropped you unceremoniously on the bed with an ungraceful plop. He gazed at you from above; the power of his eyes never waning.

Because of how dark it was, you have never noticed that he was naked all over. But with the light shining just to the side, you could see his dragon features much more clearly now—dark scales scattered all over his skin, golden horns on his head, sharp claws for hands and feet, as well a tail which was moving back and forth. Shifting your eyes downward, you promptly bit your lip.

You begin to feel apprehensive. It was natural that his dick is much bigger than his human form, but could that even fit inside you? Would you even survive after being fucked with that?

“Zhongli…um….just a moment—"

“You have been warned, YN,” Zhongli finally said as he crawled above you, never breaking eye contact. “I will no longer hold myself back.”

Pining both your wrists above your head, Zhongli cupped your cheeks and captured your lips in a harsh yet searing kiss. His tongue was immediately against yours, exploring your mouth and licking your lips which he had missed for so many months.

He had your breath knocked out of you immediately, as you struggled to keep up with the rapidly electrifying pace he had set. His hands were all over your body as he kept his lips close to yours as if he was trying to devour you. Zhongli wasn’t kidding when he told you he was going to be rough.

Like a rabid beast, he quickly made work of your clothes; ripping them open with his sharp claws as he jumped from your lips to your neck—his favorite place to mark you. He knew every sensitive pulse to suck and nip at; tongue and lips meandering at every dip and rise of the muscles on your neck. Soon enough, he had left it with dark splotches of color on his wake, keening at his handiwork as if it had satisfied the animal in him.

In the sea of silken sheets and two bodies intertwined, you arched to his touch, loving how his mouth descended to your breast, flicking his tongue at your pert nipple. You could feel waves upon waves of arousal as he assaulted you lavishly with his mouth and lips—making sure he worships every inch of your body.

“Z-Zhongli…!”

You could feel his horns touch your skin, his tail twirling around your leg to spread them open; ready for him when he crosses that bridge. It didn’t help how he kept on tracing your skin with the blunt side of his claws, fascinated at how your flesh dipped; at how he was only one push behind before he draws out blood. But you were becoming increasingly sensitive the more he kept on marking your whole body and it only served to add a distinct kind of pleasure from his mouth and tongue.

He was right, this was different from everything you had done so far. This was feral, animalistic and unrestrained. All his past gentle touches were gone, only to be replaced but such an intensity that kept you panting.

“I suppose it is time to get you ready for me.”

Releasing your wrists so he can spread you open, Zhongli gazed up at you as he tore off your underwear, tossing the offending fabric to some corner of the room. You both could see how drenched you were, with him smirking at you as he dipped. And just like he said, he didn’t hold himself back.

In an instant, his tongue was around your clit; sucking and licking at the sensitive nub. You arched on the bed, your hands on his horns as you tried to hide your lustful cries. He growled at you from below, the vibrations eliciting a novel sensation which only made you even more aroused.

“Zhong…li…p-please! Wait—”

You were rapidly getting lightheaded from the sheer pleasure of his tongue, your body shaking as he swiped up your cunt, saving every drop of your juices leaking out. He kept your legs open with his strong claws, making you unable to do anything but submit to his ministrations.

Since he couldn’t insert his digits in you, he pushed his tongue into your hole; the wriggling sensation making your eyes turn. It was incredible how he felt; face buried in your cunt as he kept on licking you like a starved man.

“Oh god….! Please…please! Zhongli! I’m close…! I—”

With toes curled, you shut your eyes tight as your mouth flew open for a loud moan. Each pulse of your orgasm engulfing you with pleasure as Zhongli went on without stopping; electricity running underneath your skin.

Just like that, Zhongli pulled away and straddled you between his legs. His burning feral eyes looking down on you as he pumped his cock right before your face. You knew what he was planning to do.

“Open your mouth.”

Unable to deny him despite how lightheaded you are, you opened your lips and slowly took him in, accommodating his large girth and trying not to choke. It wasn’t like this was your first time but you were sucking off a monster of a cock, and your mouth can only fit so much of it.

Twirling your tongue around the tip, you did the best that you could. You knew where he was most sensitive in and kept attacking those places with your tongue. Licking up his shaft and sucking on a prominent vein, you slowly began to enter a lull of arousal—all you could think of was sucking him off, loving how he grinds himself inside your mouth with a guttural groan.

With his claws gripping your head, Zhongli pushed even harder, making you deepthroat him and gagging at how forceful it was. He kept on fucking your mouth, his large dick hitting the back of your throat at every thrust. It seemed painful and it was, as tears streamed down your cheeks, but you were also getting off of it, your cunt once again drenched.

You loved how full your mouth was of him, how the pain and the pleasure melded together into an incomprehensible yet hedonistic sensation. He was rough but you loved it.

Suddenly however, Zhongli pulled out from your mouth, his cock bobbing on his toned stomach. He gazed down at you who seemed to have woken up from a trance with watery eyes and pre-cum stained face.

“That’s enough. I think you’re ready.”

Dazed, you could only watch as he returned to his previous position; rubbing his cock on your drenched cunt. Every time he touches your clit, you groaned in delight—your writhing figure only served to push him further into carnality.

Without any warning, he sheathed his dick inside of you in one sharp thrust as you cried out so loudly from the sudden stimulation. He was so thick and you were so full of him in an instant; your cunt quivering from almost cumming.

“Z-Zhong…li…! Nnngh!”

The image of you underneath him—back arched and face in pure ecstasy—Zhongli could no longer stop himself. You were clenching around him so tightly; the warmth of your folds urging him to fuck you senseless.

And he did. Pulling almost all the way out, Zhongli then pounded back into roughly; grunting at how you felt so good around him. He continued to thrust into you, setting up a rough and harsh pace as he chased his own high.

“You take me in so well, YN,” he whispered as he bent down, your leg hanging on his shoulders. “Hang in there, love.”

All you could feel was him inside you, grazing on your most sensitive spots; turning you delirious with pleasure. He was so big, stretching you to your limits and it felt so good as he kept with his unrelenting thrusts; your cries fueling him to push harder.

His lips were on yours once again; determined to have them swollen with his intense kisses. He had long been waiting for this—every night where he had only had his hand to relieve him; he would think of you in this exact position. But now that he could finally be one with you, he couldn’t help revel in the absolute bliss of your embrace.

With his mouth, he continued where he left off on your breasts; giving the pert nipples more attention with a little bite. You could only scream at the sudden stimulation as it paired perfectly well with his every violent thrust; once again nearing you to the brink of climax.

“Z-Zhongli….Zhongli…! Aah…please…I can’t! It’s…too much!”

“No…” he growled at you, his claws now on your hips, easily manhandling you as he kept on pounding again and again. “I won’t stop.”

Skin slapping against skin was heard all over the room other than your hoarse whimpers and his deep groans. Limbs trembling at the overstimulation, you could only grasp on the sheets as Zhongli pleasured himself inside of you.

You were close…so close to climax that it only took one harsh thrust for you to come undone; screaming and clenching around him like a vice grip.

In his eyes, you were so beautiful, so erotic as he watched your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. He can’t help but think of how you would look like filled up with his seed, how he would breed into you until you bear him children.

Zhongli immediately felt you tighten up; groaning as he also felt his own orgasm upon him. As the both of you connected glances, he pushed himself further into you, his pace becoming more erratic.

“Nghh…! Take my seed…YN…!”

He moaned as he shoved deep inside of you, his thick cock filling you up with his warm seed. You convulsed once again, loving the way he was cumming inside of you, your eyes seeing nothing but stars.

Breathing in an out, you tried to calm your wildly beating heart as he pulled out. You sighed at the sudden emptiness, already missing how he felt inside you. Trying to find his eyes, you were able to exchange glances as you laid on the bed, breathless.

 However, he only returned your fucked out expression with a smirk, which only became more devilish with the slits in his eyes.  He could see his cum beginning to leak out from your hole; the image like a drug in his system, sending him into overdrive.

“Did you think we’re already done?” he asked as he turned you around, your ass high up on the air. “That would hardly get you pregnant, my love.”

With those words, he plunged his still hard dick back inside of you who was keening at the sudden stretch.

“…mnn…Zhongli…!” you cried. “I…I’m still sensitive!”

He only chuckled at your protests. Leaning down, he took a bite of your shoulder, and then began to look on the indentations he left.

“Did you conveniently forget the fact that I am a dragon in heat?” he asked, leaving another set of love bites on your shoulder blades. “I will stop at nothing until you are filled to the brim with my seed.”

“…Z-Zhongli…wait…!”

Your husband once again moved roughly, his lips now busy with decorating your back with his marks. Tonight, you will be full of him—his scent, his marks, his seed—you belong to him and no one else.

For the rest of the night, he did exactly what he promised. Zhongli kept on fucking you over and over, and cumming inside you every single time. He seemed to have endless stamina, and kept on going for hours on end. The both of you tried every position possible—from you riding him to him fucking you on his lap—there was no respite.

It was when you heard the roosters crow and the bright singing of the birds that Zhongli finally stopped. Buried on stained sheets and throes of pillows, he finally collapsed beside you who was still trembling from your last orgasm—how many times was it? You had already lost count.

“Have you calmed down now?” you asked, still breathless as you felt him creep a hand around your waist to pull you into a tight snuggle.

Your husband hummed. “Yes. For now, that is.

“So there’s more?”

He kissed the nape of your neck now adorned by his bitemarks. “I did precisely tell you that I am in heat, darling. Heats do not last for a night.”

You sighed at his reply and then turned to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “I’ll be ready then.”

With your words, Zhongli only chuckled, nuzzling against you. “It is still beyond me how you easily agreed. There is no doubt that you will be with child after this.”

A smile crept on your lips.

“Well, actually…that was what I was hoping to talk to you about,” you replied as you covered his arm with yours. “I was going to say I’ll be resigning from adventuring, and focus on finding work here in Liyue so that we can stay close like this.”

“Oh…” was all he could say as everything fell into its rightful places.

“It turned out quite better than expected, didn’t it?” you told him with a grin.

“It did,” Zhongli replied. “Now get some rest, we’ll continue once you wake up.”

#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #s!ns

[tetsvhoe]

hey !! congrats on 800 !!! sooo,,,, i was hoping to participate in ur event,,, 🤞🏽😁 anyways

here's my song,,, (a fav 🧘🏽‍♀️)

my character,, maybe gojo 🧍‍♀️ please 😭

genre i would like,,, maybe anything BUT angst 😁 LMAO maybe fluff ?? crack ?? suggestive ?? idk anything that calls to u

and my fandom,,, well,, jjk since i did say gojo 😃 anywaysssss thank you! hope i didn't miss anything or do anything wrong idk,,,, also congrats again !! ❤️

STICKY

character/s: gojo satoru x f!reader

genre/s: very suggestive minors look away

warning/s: none just gojo being a whore

gwen's notes 🤍: fwb gojo that’s it

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gojo is a dangerous man, and not just for curses but for pretty little things such as yourself. he’s got you right in the palm of his hands, always at the door with his beck and call like the good girl you are—or so he’s convinced himself.

gojo knows he’s a player, what he doesn’t know is how much you love the game. you stroke his ego and press all the right buttons to have him be exactly where you want him to be, do what you crave for him to do.

he leans on the doorway with a sly smirk, toned arms crossed over his bare chest. he eyes you down shamelessly with those unbearably beautiful bright blue ocean-like orbs and admires the mess he’s made out of you.

you bat your eyelashes innocently, stirring your naked body slowly under his sheets, letting out a small whimper. he saunters over to you, arrogance in each step knowing he gives you what you want.

gojo is a dangerous man but daredevils get a thrilling high for diving head first into danger. he has no idea how much you use him for your own fun just as he does with you.

#jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x yn #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen fic #jujutsu kaisen oneshots #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen headcannons #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smau #gojo x reader #[ 🍰 : jottycakes ] #[ archive ] #—out of spite; gwen

[smoochkooks]

—golden boy (m.)

⟶ pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

⟶ genre: smut, fluff, disney hercules au, meg!oc, hercules!jk

⟶ summary: jungkook finally has you all to himself. and oh, is he going to cherish the moment wholeheartedly.

⟶  word count: 2.7k

⟶ warnings: virgin!jk, switch!jk if you squint, exhibitionism (they do it outdoors but it’s ancient greece so it’s not even surprising), soft to kinda rough sex, heavy petting, oral (f receiving), slight dirty talk, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, jk in a man bun, pegasus cockblocking his partner in crime

a/n: i got cherry vodka drunk and wrote this in two hours. it’s jorny hours so please forgive me for the sins you’re about to read with your very own eyes. hercules is one of my favorite childhood disney movies and watching it today i just couldn’t stop imagining jk as the greek god. if you see any mistakes - please ignore them. it’s almost 2am. enjoy!! xx ps. I had some major difficulties with posting this one so if you were one of the first people to read it and sth was off: read it again now thank u

Jungkook thinks you're the most beautiful person in the whole world. 

He hasn't seen many goddesses in his life (hell, he's sure of it, judging by the short period of time he spent on Olympus as a newborn baby-god) but he's positive you would make his aunt Aphrodite jealous. You’re the epitome of his perfection, a walking daydream, his muse and an object of desire.

He could die happily staring at you, though it's impossible due to the fact he's very much immortal. He could travel back to Hades and fight every titan that rots in the pits of Tartarus, just to see you batting your long eyelashes at him or hear you call him ‘golden boy’ again. You quite literally have him wrapped around your finger, not even his father Zeus, the most powerful god in the entire universe managed to convince him to stay on Olympus and bask in the glory with the rest of his family.  

Jungkook chose to live his life with you, on Earth, and there's not a single smudge of doubt or regret clouding his brain. Not when he can finally hold you in his arms and kiss stupidi just like right now when it’s dark out and you’re sitting comfortably on the ground near a small pond.  

“You saved me once again, golden boy,” you murmur, fingers lazily threading through the dark locks on his neck. It almost makes him purr into your mouth.

“You weren't really in trouble the first time.” He bites your lip in return, eliciting a giggle from you.

“But am I not your favorite damsel in distress, Jungkookie?” You place your palm on his rock-hard chest and push, until he's laying flat on the grass, the starry sky above reflecting in his black orbs. “You're my hero, you know that, right?” you whisper, straddling his lap.  

Jungkook's been to Olympus and knows what heaven looks like but this: you above him, your hair cascading down your shoulders, dress bunching up around your waist and revealing smooth expanses of honey skin– is incomparable. It's sweet ambrosia on his tongue, the finest of all tastes, the greatest feeling in the world.  

“Am I?” he asks just to hear you say it once again. Instead of responding verbally you lean down to kiss him, your lips molding perfectly together. He groans into your mouth, two calloused palms itching to touch the bare skin of your thighs. Growing bolder, his hands reach further, cupping your asscheeks and pulling you even closer to him. 

You smirk into his mouth. “Someone's eager,” you tease but give in anyway, brushing your core over the hard length beneath his tunic.  

Jungkook all but moans at that and you relish in the sounds he makes, repeating the movement and slowly grinding yourself on his cock. His face twitches in pure ecstasy and you swear you've never seen anything more beautiful in your entire life– the son of Zeus being at your mercy, helpless to the pleasure you're giving him. “You're going to be the death of me,” he sighs, angling your head to kiss you again. You don't hesitate to oblige, accepting the tongue he slithers inside with a whimper of your own. 

“Thank gods you're immortal.” you say in between kisses.

He chuckles lowly, sending shivers down your spine. He bunches the material of your dress in his hands and lifts it off you in one, swift movement. Your nipples harden feeling the soft breeze fanning over your flesh. Looking down, you're met with Jungkook's blown out pupils. He looks so dreamy like this, the most perfect golden boy you’ve ever seen. His lips are swollen from your kisses, hair a little tussled and falling from his bun. A sight for sore eyes, truly.  

“You're so beautiful, love,” he murmurs, his palms engulfing your breasts. You moan when he sucks one of the nipples into his hot mouth, fingers threading through his hair and ready to pull. “My goddess,” he chants, switching to the other breast. He flicks the pebbled bud with his tongue and then bites lightly, making you cry out in pleasure. “I love the sounds you make. Want to hear you moaning for me. Give me more, love, please.”

He places his hands underneath your thighs and lifts you off him, laying you on your back. You don't complain about the change, not when he trails kisses down your chest and stomach, not when you feel his hot breath on your womanhood. He's determined to please you, it seems, so he mouths over your undergarments, alternating between kissing and licking you softly through the material.  

“Take them off,” you mutter, growing impatient. Jungkook looks up, a devilish smirk on his lips. Oh, how many sleepless nights you spent dreaming of him staring at you like that and practically devouring you with his eyes.  

“Won't you beg for me a little, love?” He's too cocky for his own good but you decide to let it slide for now, your urges getting better of you.  

“Please, Jungkookie, make me feel good.” you keen in saccharine sweet voice. He doesn't need to be told twice, ripping the undergarments off your body. “Oh, yes!” you moan when he gives you first, experimental lick up your slick folds. He swirls his tongue over your clit, making you choke out a, “Right there, darling, right there.”  

Jungkook's certain his newfound favourite place in the world is going to be between your thighs. He's already addicted to your taste, to your smell. He lavishes your cunt with passion, devouring you like the finest meal. He loves the sounds you make, love the little whimpers and breathy moans. He wants to listen to them forever. 

He groans into your heat when you pull his hair, pulling away from your pussy with a wet pop. “Do it again,” he rasps against your core and that's probably the hottest thing you've ever heard. You grant his wish, repeating it every time he delivers a toe-curling suck to your sensitive bud. “You're dripping, my love. Is this all for me?” Jungkook asks, lifting his head up enough so you could see his lips and chin glistening in your arousal. He’s getting bolder again but you’re too consumed with your own pleasure to pay mind to it.

“All for you,” you murmur, the pads of your fingers trailing through his locks lightly. He closes his eyes, lets you massage his scalp for a brief moment. “You're doing so good, darling. You're going to make me come.” 

He takes it as a sign to continue, diving right into your cunt. He shows no mercy, bringing you to the edge of release. You wonder how could he possibly be so good at this already but then you remember who exactly your lover is– a son of Zeus can only be either a fast learner or natural.  

With one, final flick of his tongue on your clit the coil in your stomach tightens and you're coming, more slick gushing out of your and coating Jungkook's face in translucent release. He doesn't seem to be bothered though, licking his lips and chin obscenesly and moaning at the taste. Your hole clenches, needing to be filled.

Jungkook discards his tunic and now you have a perfect view of his sturdy muscles, the byproduct of his training with Phil. You almost drool at the sight, running your palms greedily over the wide expanses of his chest. When your finger ever-so-slightly brushes his nipple, you feel him chocking out a tiny moan. Smirking, you repeat the motion.  

“Y/N, love, please don't tease me. I need to be inside you so bad.” he husks when your other hand travels down his abdomen and trails over his aching cock. 

“As you wish, darling.” With shaky limbs you manage to turn him on his backside again. Right when you're about to pulls his undergarments down, you hear something rustling between the trees. You stop abruptly. 

“Did you hear that?” you whisper, squinting your eyes to see better although there's no use for that during the night.  

Jungkook furrows his brows. “Hear what?” he mumbles and props himself on his elbows to look, but then you see it yourself. A glimpse of white fur that can only belong to– 

“That stupid horse!” you shriek, covering your bare breats with your hands.

“What?!” Jungkook yells, equally as shocked as you. He scrambles for his tunic to cover your modest figure. “Pegasus! Get out of here!” The magical creature neighs in response and peeks from between the bushes, looking at you pitifully. 

“Oh gods, he saw me naked!” you wail, mortified, as Jungkook gets up to scold Pegasus. “I'm gonna die from embarrassment!”  

Jungkook angrily gestures to the horse to leave you two alone, standing only in his undergarments. You want to laugh at how absurd this whole situation is. Pegasus nods with his head bowed down. Fulfilling the order, he spreads his wings and flies away somewhere. You hope far, far away from here.

“Hey,” You hear Jungkook's soft voice. He takes your hands in his and uncovers your red face. “We're alone.” he says, smiling apologetically at you.  

“I can't believe your stupid, magical horse almost watched us fuck."

“Keyword: almost.”

You cry out, burying your face in his neck.  “It's not funny!” you huff, punching him in the chest however you know he probably hasn't even felt it. But you did feel pretty much though; it hurts like you've hit a stone.  

Jungkook chuckles, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “Do you want to continue?” he asks, rubbing your back soothingly.  

You look up to meet his eyes. “Do you?” you repeat with raised eyebrows.  

There it goes again, the damned sly smirk. “I'm still very much hard, love, and I'm afraid it won't go away that easily.”

“Yeah?” you murmur, thoughts about Pegasus and his prying horse eyes showed to the back of your head. “And what are you gonna do about it?” You push him onto his back, fingers grasping the material of his undergarments.  

Jungkook swallows before saying, “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you will never even think of leaving me.”

Biting your lip, you slide his undergarments down his toned legs. His cock is just as perfect as the rest of him–long, curved at the top and flaming red, craving to be touched. Using the precum that has gattered at the tip you smear it along his shaft, watching in awe as his face confronts in pleasure. He lets you play with him for a while like that, drive him to the insanity with your teasing.  

Just when you're about to position yourself over his cock, he stops you. “Have you ever done this before?” he asks, although he already knows the answer.  

“I did. Once,” you answer honestly. “But it didn't mean anything to me.” You slowly sink down on him, welcoming the slightly burning stretch with a satisfied moan.  

Jungkook hisses, digs his fingers into your waist and you're sure he'll leave bruising marks. “And what does this mean?” he asks, almost chokes out feeling your hot canal enveloping his length.  

“Everything,” you breathe out, lifting yourself off him just to slam down hard afterwards. “You mean the world to me.” you say; it’s priactially a whisper. As you're staring into his wide eyes, you can see your love for him reflected in them. It all feels like a dream you don't wanna wake up from.  

“I love you, Y/N,” he confesses and you know he means it. “From the moment I saw you for the first time I knew you would be the one for me.”  

A lonely tear slides down your cheeks and he catches it with his thumb. “I love you too, Jungkook.” you murmur.  

He smiles like a fool, opens his mouth to say more but you shut him up with a kiss and your hips establishing a steady rhythm on his cock. You pull away from his lips, saliva dribbling down both of your chins but you don't care, bouncing on him like your life depends on it. Maybe it does a little.  

“So good,” you whimper, the tip of his cock almost hitting your cervix with every stroke.  

Underneath you Jungkook looks like he might die right here and there, his chest sweaty and heaving with every breath he takes. He has a vice grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his cock. To your surprise you find yourself liking that side of him, the rough touch of his hands on your skin. You wonder what he's capable of if you push him a little further.  

“Oh, gods!” you keen when his cock brushes past the spot that makes you see stars. He fucks into you just in time for you to add, “Just like that.”  

As much as Jungkook enjoys seeing you bouncing on top of him, he grows tired of just laying still and taking it. In one, swift motion, he flips you onto your back. You squel after the sudden change of positions but that quickly morphs into a loud moan as he rams his cock inside your cunt.

He picks up the pace, making you feel every inch of him. He stares down where your body ends and his begins, watching his cock disappearing in your hole. You urge him to look at you instead, pull him down to leave a messy kiss on his lips. “Shit, you're so perfect,” he marvels, palms squeezing every part of your body he could reach. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl,” he spits, leaning to suck a mark on your neck. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it. Love your cock,” you say over the slapping sounds of your skin meeting his. “You're so good to me Jungkookie, so good.” As you feel another, powerful orgasm approaching, you slip your fingers down your body to toy with your clit.  

Jungkook catches it and snatches your hand away, replacing with his own. He rubs your sensitive bud fast and hard, making you cry out his name in a broken moan. “Are you gonna come for me, love? I want you to cream my cock like a good girl.” he rasps, slithering himself inside you with enough force to knock the breath out of your lungs. 

“Yes, yes!” you chant, feeling your cunt spasming around his length. He curses, fucking you through your high. “Kiss me, Jungkookie–please,” you nearly sob and he obliges right away, plunging his tongue inside your mouth to dance with yours. It's messy and wet but you're relishing in it.  

He pants against your mouth, his pace getting sloppy. “I'm not gonna last longer,” he stammers out. “Your pussy feels too good, I'm–”

“Shh,” you whisper, cupping his cheeks in your palms. “It's okay. You did so good, darling.” He moans at the praise, leans down to bury his face in your neck. 

“Oh gods, I'm gonna–ah, shit,” he groans, thrusts into your cunt a few more times and then he comes, spilling himself inside. “I love you, I love you.” he repeats, breathing heavily down your neck.

You wrap your arms around him, smiling to yourself. “And I love you.” you respond. “But please, for the love of Zeus, get off me or you'll suffocate me.”

Jungkook chuckles, lifting himself off your body. He props himself on his hand and stares down at you. You’ve never felt so happy. It’s right here, with him, that you feel the most acomplished. You wish to make it last forever. He places a kiss on your mouth, a sweet, quick peck before he crashes his body next to yours.

He pulls you to his side and you could feel his heart beating underneath the palm you placed on his chest. It beats with the love he has for you. 

“When do you think you will be able to go again?” you ask.

Jungkook cocks his head. “What? Are you proposing a round two?”

“Not exactly,” you quip, your nail ever so slightly brushing over his nipple. “Want you in my mouth this time.”

“You little minx.”

You smirk. If his already semi-hard cock is anything to go by, you have a long night ahead of yourself.

#jungkook smut #btsbookclub #btswriterscollective #btswritingcafe #ksmutclub #bangtanarmynet #smutcentralnet #bangtanhq #jungkook x reader #bts smut #my writing #bts fanfic

[shadyteacup]

could i also pls request for ur 300+ event? i’d like 4 from the angst prompts (make me suffer AHDJDHSKD) with ranpo, thank u <3

Some sweet suffering coming up, now😌 I love torturing y'all so much, that I ignore the pain writing angst causes lmao

Edogawa Ranpo + “Please just pretend to love me.”

Word count: 1429 || Warnings: angst, swearing out of frustration.

You were one of those people that ran behind fame. You loved money, respect and a place among the important individuals of society. Your life’s goal has been to become successful enough to live a luxurious life, and have people look up to you.

During your efforts to do so, you met a certain noiret, whose brilliance and emerald gaze made you week in the knees. You fell for him, hard. At least, that’s what you made him believe. You made him fall for you. You both were living the perfect life. You would make him breakfast, kiss each other when you awoke, gaze into each other’s eyes, bathing in the morning rays. You two would eat out on Thursdays, order in on Fridays, and go shopping on Sundays. It was perfect. It was beautiful. But it was shallow.

Ranpo Edogawa, obviously, knew this. He knew that you were only with him because of his fame as the best detective out there. He knew that you were only into him for the benefits, and that if he was to give up on his career, you wouldn’t bat an eyelid before dumping him. That’s part of the reason that he accepted many cases and didn’t throw a tantrum when asked to actually work at the ada. He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t lose you. You were the only individual that has ever tolerated his mood swings and has stayed. Besides, you were gorgeous. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You were so perfect. You played the part of a loving partner so well, that you almost had him, the smartest person on the bloody planet, fooled. It took him a while to realise your true intentions, and even after that, it took him a while to accept it. He loved you dearly, and he just didn’t have the guts to admit that your relationship was built on greed. He started closing himself off from others, and soon became a shell of the man that he used to be. He left the office early, didn’t talk to his peers, mostly kept to himself, didn’t joke around, and worst of all, lost interest in snacks. Yosano, his dear friend and concerned colleague, decided to confront him about this issue.

“What’s up with you? And don’t tell me that you’re fine, because you obviously aren’t.”

Ranpo had, after months of silence, openly talked to someone that day.

“I don’t think it’s true love, Yosano.”

He had shed many tears that day, knowing that his friend would keep them a secret. He trusted her.

“You think, or you know?”

She had asked. He was left stunned at her question. Was he sure of this? Was he just overanalysing, and hence overreacting? What if Y/N actually loved him?

“I- don’t know.”

He sighed, leaning into Yosano’s shoulder while she pat his back.

“Then find out. Observe. Know for sure.”

He sniffed.

“But what if I’m right?”, he shifted to look at her, his face showing just how scared he truly was.

“For once, I don’t want to be right.”

She had widened her beautiful eyes at his words. Giving him a comforting smile, she had consoled him.

“If you’re right, then its best to free yourself from this mess. Toxic relationships can really hamper one’s mental peace. Besides, you’re the smart one, you’ll figure it out. I’m sure!”

That’s why he was where he is right now. He had seated himself on the couch, waiting for you to come home from work. He had a plan in mind; a plan that would seal his fate.

He heard the keys jingling outside the door, signalling your arrival. He patiently waited for you to open the door and step inside, watching you as you discarded your coat on the rack and tossed the keys in the key holder by the door. You rolled your shoulders to release the pent-up tension and raked your fingers through your hair. You stepped in, oblivious of his gaze or presence.

“Welcome home.”

His voice stunned you for a second, and you jumped slightly.

“Oh my, Ranpo, you really scared me!”

You exclaimed, walking over to him to peck his cheek, and seating yourself opposite to him.

“What are you doing home?”

“Can’t I be at my own house?”, he cross questioned, crossing his arms.

You were taken aback by his aggressive tone and raised a brow.

“Of course, you can. What’s gotten into you?”

He sighed, looking away from your gaze. He had to stay in character.

“I just... I’m a bit worked up, that’s all.”

“What’s wrong, love?”

You shifted in your seat, leaning forward to look more concerned.

“I lost my job. They say that I’m not good enough, anymore. We’ll have to survive with our savings and your salary.”

You were baffled.

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

You scoffed, slumping back into the cushion of your seat.

“But you’re the best at what you do, they can’t just fire you like that!”

He sat silently, observing your turmoil.

“That’s impossible. They can’t just do that. What about all the work you’ve done for them? All the cases you’ve solved, all those hours that you’ve put in; they can’t do this to you!”

“They can, and they did.”

You stood up and began pacing in the hall. Your mind was filled with questions. Your main worry was, ‘Was my effort worthless? Will I have to breakup with him? If he isn’t who he was before, then is there any point in being with him? Was all that perfect play, all those stupid nights when I had to run down to the store to get him fucking ice-cream, or when I had to laugh along to his pathetic jokes, do the laundry, the dishes, treat him like a fucking child; was all that for naught?’

Your mental trauma was too much for you. You were breathing heavily, and your mind was clogged with worries. You were so out of it, that you failed to realise that you’d spoken your worries out loud.

When you heard your own voice echo back in your ears, you gasped, placing a palm on your mouth. Looking over at Ranpo, you widened your eyes at his expression.

“Fuck, Ranpo, I didn’t mean it! I was just worried about how we’re going to manage the expenses, and I-”

“Please just pretend to love me.”

He whispered. His tears threatened to spill. His emerald orbs shone with unshed tears as he clenched his teeth, glaring at you.

“I knew you were in it only for the fame and money. I fucking knew it, yet I stayed. I decided to stay because I had honestly fallen in love with you. I knew that my friends were right about you. Dazai had warned be before we became serious; he had tried to tell me to break it off with you; he had tried to forewarn me, but I didn’t listen to him, because I was so fucking lost in this puppet show, that I had started loving it. I should have listened to him and left you, you shallow hearted bitch!”

You just stood stunned at his words. He had ever even raised his voice at you before. This was so unexpected.

“I haven’t lost my job, Y/N. this was a test to see if you’re actually into this relationship, and guess what, you failed miserably.”

You just stood there, processing his words. So, he hadn’t lost his job? All is not for naught?

Laughing, you shook your head.

“You and your stupid games, Ranpo. I swear I can’t keep up with your pranks!”

“This isn’t a prank, I’m serious- ”

“Gosh, you had me scared for a moment there. This is all your friend’s doing. What’s his name again? Dazai? Yeah, he did this. And you fell right into his little trap! He made you hate me, but you don’t hate me, do you? You love me.”

“Don’t blame my friends. Honestly, how shallow can you get?!”

He chuckled bitterly.

“Get out. Right now.”

You just stared at him, dumbfounded.

“But love- ”

“Out! Now! Get out of my fucking sight!”

You nodded, understanding. He was too smart to be fooled anymore. Picking up your coat, you left the house.

Ranpo watched you leave, and slumped to the floor, on his knees. He had just lost the one person who had managed to make him feel loved. That night, he cried his heart out.

Jsksks I hope u liked it @kovzumee ! lemme know what u think, n if u didn't want this, feel free to req again♡

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[hentaimommi]

ᴄʟᴜʙ ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇ. | ᴋᴇɪɢᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴀᴍɪ (prohero!fem! reader)

Warnings: smut

[A/N]: I had a dream about this last night oml. think like- 2013 night club vibes. I'm also giving you a quirk.

Quirk: Bunny

[C L U B T E A S E]

The night life of a pro-hero was a beautiful one. The exclusive club used to house the many parties held was in downtown Japan. The tallest building, on the highest floor. You personally opted to go on your day off. Normally you could catch many heroes in their hero outfits, but you liked to get dressed and actually look presentable.

At about 18:00, you began your lengthy process of getting ready. Beginning with curling your hair, then moving to cosmetics which were a pretty big deal. A nice eye look to match your dress, which was skin tight and silver. It sounds cheap; but the dress was the most expensive clothing item you owned. Pairing it with simple earrings and a pair of black-strap heels, you were set for the party that was starting at around 21:00.

Throwing on a large, white and puffy jacket, you checked yourself in the mirror. "No, black would look better." You then changed, now smoothing your dress and exciting the front door to your penthouse. The elevator ride was a long one, nervous as usual. Many male pro-hero's would be there, naturally making the energy a little tense. Stepping from the elevator, you walked out to the limo that had been pre-ordered for tonight.

Many of the paparazzi were already outside, taking shot after shot of you getting into the car. The air felt thick and you entered it. "Hello, Miss (H/N). How are you on this fine evening?" Your shofar asked, adjusting the mirror and beginning to go forward. "Oh, just fine." You responded; eyes locked outside the window. Your gut was wrenching, no matter how many parties you went to, the same feeling creeped over your shoulder each time.

Upon arrival of the very large building, the limo was parked outside of many velvet ropes. An array of guards were standing outside, blocking any exit there could have been. You thanked the driver, stepping out and into the cool night air. As you did so, the guards looked over to you, watching you walk through each velvet rope to their location. The guard at the main entrance smiled, letting you past and into the buildings lobby. Eyes were locked onto you, as they were everytime. People asking for autographs and greeting you; but all you wanted was to get to the top floor.

Once more you stepped into an elevator, pressing the very last button and prepping yourself for the long ride. Just as the doors closed, though, a large hand stuck through the middle of the two large metal blocks. You questioned it, until a certain pro-hero who had been climbing the charts walked in. "(H/N)! Glad I caught ya! I need up to the top floor." He entered the room, towering over you a little bit. "Lucky for you, Hawks, I'm going there too." You responded, eyes nervously finding your hands- which were fumbling.

The ride was silent for the most part, but like Hawks, he couldn't be completely quiet. "You look nice," He scratched the back of his neck, tilting his head a bit. Your blush was evident, also by the fact your leg began hopping. Unlike Mirko, your quirk wasn't strength based; it was reflex based, meaning you were toned down to the muscle. Hawks noticed this, a light smirk playing on his lips. Finally, the doors opened. "See you later, little birdy." He spoke, walking out into the greeting of the party. You followed.

"(H/N)!" A voice grumbled far above you. Turning around, you were welcomed into the warm presence of Fatgum and his interns: Suneater and Red Riot. Red Riot smiled, shaking your hand. Suneater only nervously turned around. You tilted your head in sympathy, then looked back up. "Hey Fatgum. What's up?" You asked, him following you to the bar as you moved smoothly through the crowd.

"Well I was wondering- I have this friend, and he needs someone to dance with. Would you be willing to help him out?" He proposed, paying for your drink over the bar. You thought for a moment, kicking back a shot and removing your coat. Many men had their gaze trapped on you. The quirk you had gave you large legs; also affecting your glutes. "Yeah, sure." Fatgum smiled watching you turn around, signaling someone over. "Yeah, can I get a martini? Make it dry, please." The bar tender nodded, then money for the exact price of the drink shot over the counter. Turning back, Hawks was standing with Fatgum. Your eyes widened a little, realizing he had meant, by his friend- the winged pro-hero.

"Don't worry. I'll pick up the tab. Wanna dance chickadee?" He asked, that same smirk as earlier meeting your gaze. You nodded, him taking your hand and softly leading you over to the dance floor. (Song: Smack That - Akon) Hawks wore his wings out nearly protectively over you as you both met the floor. You took a liking to the song decently quickly; finding yourself dancing wildly to it. You had the attention of most men in the club as your ass shook to the beat. Unknowing of this, Hawks pulled his wings over your ass and covered it from other men's gaze.

You, however, had your eyes closed. The feeling was lucid almost, barely buzzed at all. You enjoyed the flashing lights of the dance floor partnered with the bass of the song playing loudly though the speakers. The song switched (The Way I Are - Timbaland), Hawks now wrapping his hands around your waist loosely. You're almost sure this isn't what Fatgum meant by 'dancing', but his hands were so warm, touch so inviting as you both danced lewdly on each other.

The stares weren't as heavy as before, Hawks making slit eyes at each male who would attempt to catch your gaze. "Hawks?" You asked, turning around, hips still rocking to the beat. He looked down to you, delighted to see your face. Fatgum hadn't asked you by chance for him to dance with you, he had set it up well aware you all were friends. "Yeah?" He asked, smiling (Candy Shop - 50 Cent). You smiled at the change of the song, seductive eyes batting up to the avain male.

"Would you wanna take this somewhere else?" You asked, pushing your chest comfortably up to his. He was taken aback by your question, thinking you would at least want an emotional connection before doing anything beyond hot and heavy dancing. "You bet that fat ass, bunny." He spoke into your ear, wings still protectively over you. Goosebumps fled your skin. "You can call me Keigo, by the way." He smiled. "Call me (F/N)." Silencing, you dragged his hand back and away from the dance floor.

No one questioned you all as the music faded behind you, becoming muffled in the distance. You stopped at what you knew were the happening VIP spots. "Do you own a room?" You asked, pushing yourself against the wall. Nervously Keigo nodded, pulling keys from his pocket. It was his turn to lead you this time, taking you to the farthest back room there was. These were known as 'sober rooms', made by commission for heroes to sober up in. They had a couch, fireplace, and a small bar set up for luxury- at least in Keigo's.

As you walked in, his hand on the small of your back, he could feel the heat your body had been radiating. "I've never brought anyone back here before. Do you want a drink?" He asked, already pouring himself a whiskey. You sat down on the very large, nearly conversation pit sized couch. "Yeah, do you have any coconut rum?" He lifted a brow, "Yeah, weirdo." He chuckled a bit, pouring the drink and walking over to you. His outfit was nice. Tight red shirt, black suit, extremely nice dress shoes with matching black socks.

As he sat down, you pushed off your heels and turned to him, looking innocently with large eyes. Although, he knew you were far from innocent. The music which was once flooding your ears, was now a meek hum in the background. Keigo leaned down, wrapping his arm around your shoulders- then pressing you into a kiss. He tasted like whiskey and mint, cologne flooding your nose and countering the taste of his lips.

His kisses were sloppy, untamed as they moved from your lips down to your neck and chest. You weren't drunk, but you could get that way off of his touch. His hands softly trailed over your entire figure, leading to your ass. He held a hefty grip onto it, pulling you seamlessly into his lap. Like you weighed nothing.

"Keigo, oh my fucking god.." You moaned, hands looping into his golden locks. You could feel his hard cock pressed up against your think panties. Your thighs straddled him thickly, engulfing his own. He liked it, hands not being able to leave your ass and thighs for even a moment. "Birdy, do you know how fat that ass is? What I'd do to make it all mine." He gawked, pressing his cock up to you.

"Do it." You almost whispered back, pushing yourself up and lying on your back. Keigo came between your legs, trailing sloppy and wet kisses up your inner thigh. You could nearly feel his hot breath on your cunt, so sensitive and ready to be touched by him. “Keigo, please don’t tease me.” You softly begged, watching as his slit eyes come to meet your own wide orbs. “’nt worry, Keigo’s gotcha..” He cooed, sweetly as possible. He then sat back up, adjusting his wingspan. You watched as the beautiful shade of red feathered outward, almost in a mating dance. He chuckled at you in awe, taking that moment to remove his pants. Soon your eyes would trail back down, seeing as he had removed his underwear too. “Your turn, baby.”

He took his time while taking off your panties, etching them seductively over your freshly shaven legs. Your hips pushed forward, almost begging for contact, drawing a low hum from the bird man. All he wanted was to take you in that moment. His wings fluttered happily seeing your wet cunt, knowing all it took was him teasing you to get there. “You have such a pretty pussy.” He leaned down, pulling you hips up and closer to him. Watching each move he made was interesting. He did nothing uncalculated, everything had a reason. 

You shivered at the contact of his spit-soaked hand with your already wet cunt. He rubbed his fingers skillfully around, building you up. Your moans were lewd, long, and loud through the room. He didn’t seem to mind as he tore away the contact, Replacing his fingers with his cock tip. “Ready?”  You nodded, still pushing your hips up. Keigo chuckled at your desperate attempts, holding you hips and pressing his cock into you. You whined, the girth stretching you out so well. Your legs automatic response was to lock around his waist. “K-Keigo-” He shushed you, palating his fingers into your tongue. 

Watching as he started to thrust in and out, his face contorting in pleasure; his cock twitching inside of you. His moans were like a sweet song, spilling at each thrust. You felt his cold rings meet your leg, pulling your leg above his shoulder to hit deeper, kissing your sweet spot with each thrust. He knew what he was doing, too, making sure you could hear every single moan that spilled from his lips, which were pink and swollen. “Yeah, you like my big fat cock? Say you like it, tell me how much you like this pro-hero cock.” 

“Oh Kei, it feels so good- please, don’t quit.” You begged, fingernails scraping up his previously unmarked skin. He made sure to mark you back, too. Leaving purple marks up your chest, stopping just at your neck. You could feel it, the coil that had been in the works from the moment he pushed himself inside you. Your legs began to shake, Keigo feeling himself starting to twitch inside of you. There were no words, only incoherent moans that overflowed from the both of you. Your orgasms hit at the same time, your hands gripping into his shoulder blades desperately. His hands dug into the sofa, nearly breaking the material. 

“Kei, holy fuck, you’re so good!” You praised, throwing your head back in euphoria. When you both finished, the only thing to be heard was the panting breaths of the two of you. He collapsed finally overtop of you, nuzziling into your neck. You began to pet his hair, letting both of you breath out the intense feeling that had just gripped onto your body. “Fuck, baby, if I would have known you’d be that good, I would have asked you to dance myself.”

#takami keigo smut #hawks x you #hawks smut #hawks x reader #pro hero au #onenightstand #takami keigo x reader

[undermattsun-archive]

japan national team x reader | w.c 1.3k

a/n: omg guys here’s the super cute epic collab fic i made w all my frieednsies <33 we all worked superrrr hard on this so pls don’t be mean!!!!!!!!! pls enjoy its xoxox and don’t forget to follow everyone here on this kidnapped by hq collab <33333333333

warnings: not proofread bc who does that xD (guys pls free me from this hell i’m in so much pain i didn’t even look at this i skimmed over it i left it as is, gg)

Read this while lsitening to the best song evar!!!!!!!!!!!1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_cXhBy78T4&ab_channel=JonasBrothers if you dont listen whil reading ill eat ur family MONCH MONCH MONCH

i go dwnstars, yelling ‘by mum!’ bfor laceing up my wite convrrse hightops (NOT blck becauz u cant sharpi on it) wth 1d lyrics scribbled on it. i rmb to draw a directioner infinite sign on mywrist. perfect, i think to mysdlf.

I never thot i would get to go to the olympics all the way on the other side of the planet in toky o japan! It was a dream come true for a simple, average, run of the mill girrl like me, who is 5’7 with naturally wavy hair, that’s not curly or strait and eyes as blue as the dark blue part of the ocean. 

I been dreaming of the olypoics since fetus. I just knew I had to be here, but I never thought it would actually happen. The only thing that would make it better is if I had a smezxy smexy boyfrwend! (A/n: Tee-hee! Maybe even two! (Or five! <333) haha! Aren’t I so quirky? <3)

I’m Wearing A Mint Green Crop Top That Ties In The Front And Some Denim Shorts With Black Converse. I Don’t Need Makeup Because My Skin Is Naturally Smooth And Clear And My Lips Are Already Red #wokeuplikethis And I Listened Only To MCR And P!ATD On The Plane Ride. I Bet You Dont Know Who They Are, THey’re My Favorite Banxds And Are Super GOod And Like Underground Bands. (A/n: Okay But If You Don’t LIke Welcome TO THe BLack Parade GTFO Of My FIc I Don’t Need YOu Here xoxo) 

ok so like,, im on my way to the olympics but then like, i get kidnapped !!! the car i was in was like super expensive and i cant see anything with the blindfold on. i hear voices of men all around me though, for like, a whole 30 minutes before they bring me somewhere and tie me up? "Take Her BLindfold off," one of them say, i hear. and im so nervous. but it's like a dream when they tug my blindfold off and im met with the prettiest emerald orbs ever looking back at me.

my stomach knotted in fear (more like an angry swarm of butterflies fluttering around ) i feel like screaming or squealing or both bc those eyes belong to someone so gorgeous . even more gorgeous than harry styles. hes like a god. i woukd so worship his foot. or something. (squee omg i can’t believe this is happening. i bet you wish that it was you huh?) 

bro who tf has emerald orbs green eyes im blanking rn

^ yo i was gonna ask i cannot for the life of me remember who

his #afff14 sppheres peered into my soul i really just felt seen. i took a deep breath before fainting he was just so pretty. *one hours later* i woke upa nd saw the pretty viridescent peepers staring into mine. like he was literally two inches away from my face omg i could feel his minty breath on my lips it smelled so good.

“My name is atsumu miya,” he said gruffly, the gruffness in his voice so gravely. “And me and me mates here think yer the most gorgeous girl weve ever seen. I blink up at him, orbs gleaming amd full of tears. 

“What do u mean, i’m just a normal quirky girl?” I say shakely, biting my lip. I bit my lip as the piss blond man spoke.

“You don’t know ur beautiful.” YOUR INSECURE DONT KNOW WHAT FOR YOUR TURNING HEADS WHEN YOU WAlk THROUGH THE DO OO OOOOOR

“U may be a normal quirky girl but ur OUR nroaml quirky girl now” his friend said with a deep voice. It was so deep that i almost thot it was like the ocean, he had curly balck hair and his eye were sooo mysterious (a/n i loooove sakusa i can’t believe him and his friends kindapped me omgggg XD)

“Stop it go away” osamu said (hee hee i can never remmber  tell which twin is which LOL i think its osamuuu) “no u have to share” sakusa responded angrily. I starred at them and didn’t know what theyd do next!

I looked over to he side ans see sakura pulling out hand sanitizer passing it around to his teamates. The green orbed boys huff as they put it on. i wished i could see his whole face hes so sedy, look over here pretty girl, i gasp pulled from my thoughts by their captain kita walking into the room with his hands on his hips and was theat aran? “You look even better in peroiusn” aran said to me, walking over to me “how do you know who i am?” i ask.

“listen bbygurl...” he yealls, pulling out a chair to sit acros from me. “you dont get to ask the questions, we are your new masters, and you shall do as we say.” i gulp nervously, my stomach feeling like a sharkndao is happening inside. “we hope u will be worth every penny we payed foru.” 

“M-m-m-masters?” my head felt like it was spinning in a teacup from disney land as i thought about what he just said to me. what did this mean? was i gooing to miss the olympics?? I wanted ot hate him with his super smug look on his face but i cant deny that he looks kind of hot and i’m into guys who look just like him,, the other guys r also relly attractive it makes my heart race. I look around trying to find answers when i make eye contact w a really really reall y tall guy who i thinks name is gao only to see another really really relly tall guy next to him,, hyakuzawa?

“what are yo going to do to me then?” ((*lenny face))

you ask, stomach bubbling. maybe i shoudnt have ateen that stale pizza earlier and washed it down with watermelon-lemon minute maid because now i felt like it was gonna come up. ((ew gross um tw vomit mention hehe)

“Dont worry were going to grab seme din din soon lil one,” one of them says. His name espapes me. Hes a ginger. They wont answer me for some reason and i suddenly miss my freedom when i would go to school (i go to an expesive private school for rich kids ahahah).

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME??” i yell again batting my fists against the ginger but he doesnt even blink. Ive decided hes hot but in a short king kinda way. His hair reminded me of of like cheeto coloured fine thread woven into waves.,,, like the ocean xD (ans...this has an ocean theme)

sudenly there was another voice it was yalling “BOKE HINATA BOKER” i looked with my stricking dark blue orbs and there wasd inother pair of stricking dark blueor bs like the ocean and blck hair. his voicde was veryy deelp an sexxcy (a/n lololol i luv u gakeyama kun *w*)

theres suddenly a loud voice in ur ear screaming directly into ur eardrum " BAKA KAGYEAMA BAKA"  (wtf our they communicating ????  ? )    i cringe at the yellign and another pair of strong arms bulls me away . i land against a hard, solid chest, i can feel the six pack thru his track Suit. 

and then my alarm clock playin what makes u beatyful goes off n i woke up. 

amen.

i rub my eyes wakng up, starrn into the mirror at my super borng brwn ugly eyes and brsh my equaly borng brwn hair. i lok up at m wall and see harey stylz and niallr starinf back at me on t walls. i sigh dreamily. they wud twll me my brwn uairs beatufil. 

#i'm gonna kermit #my eyes hurt #my brain is dying #where am i #kidnapped by hq #tw wattpad

[catboygretzky]

*wayne gretzky voice* i fluff my plain blond mullet and bat my beautiful blue orbs over to the soviet team, i wish igor larionov would come talk to me. he probably thinks i’m just some boring, dumb canadian

:/ it’s bc u are, wayne

#also i hate this #SO MUCH #heinous anon #Anonymous

[twinkleallnight]

I am sorry for the long break and thank you if you are still there looking for the update.

Marshmallow

Story till now: Drake has build up his individual life as a veterinary and is working at the royal palace. His childhood friends Liam( having a social season), Max ( sponsoring Riley) and Olivia ( a mystery, may be they had a past) are moving on in their lives. Drake has met Hana and is attracted to her but is confused. At the Beaumont bash he is seated with Hana and Olivia for dinner. God help him.!

For previous chapters: Catch up here

The Debate

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Pairing: Drake x Hana.

Word count: 1,681

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Thank you @yourmajesty09 for beta reading!

“Hell, this is going to be one crazy night!” I shuffle in my chair with discomfort.

“Why now, Mr Walker? You seem to have forgotten too soon all the fun we had. Together.” Livy raises her left brow, an indication of an impending doom she is about to cast.

Hana clears her throat, making Livy shift her gaze and she aims at Hana now. “A very good evening to you too, Lady Hana! Your presence has not gone unnoticed. I wonder what your parents have to say for your blooming relationship with a commoner.” I wince at that but I think its better to ignore.

“He has shown more integrity than any of the nobles here. I am sure they will be pleased to meet him, not that it is any of your business.” Hana retorts.

Hana 1, Olivia 0.

I make a mental note and quietly sip the hot and sour soup in front of me.

The next moment Hana’s eyes are warm as she smiles at me. Her hand rests on my thigh. “He is a thorough gentleman. I have known him for six months now.”

“And I know him since I was six years old.” Livy says in a cold voice.

Olivia 1

“I am not counting quantity. It’s the quality time that matters. And I am blessed to have it all.” Hana keeps looking into my eyes, totally ignoring the fiery duchess. I try giving her the pleading look, in an effort to tell her about the unconquerable Nevrakis. In vain!

Hana 2 Olivia 1. I quietly stick to counting.

Hana seems to be unstoppable today as she continues, “We can talk anything on earth with each other.”

Livy cuts through, “We never felt the need to talk, it was understood.”

I groan but the girls are not even noticing me anymore. Livy continues her attack, “You sound like that stupid girl Anna hardly knowing her fake Prince Hans.” My eyes go wide, it’s unlike Livy to be quoting a fairy-tale. But she is not giving me any heed, and rather fans her hand casually at me with her sharp words. “Just because he moves around with a prince doesn’t make him a prince material”.

Hana “Why does only a prince complete a fairy tale? I am proud to have the one you call a commoner, to sum up my tale. And it’s not just about knowing him. It’s the comfort he gives me.

This is really hot and sour; I don’t know if I am relishing the sour taste of the soup or the heated talk between the ladies. Wait, how is this happening? Since when did I become so much important between ladies? Wasn’t this Liam’s routine?

I lose the count of the score of the debate.

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As the dinner wraps up, we are still at the end of the hall, standing near our table. Bertrand is bidding farewell to the king and queen as the formal party comes to an end. Liam is standing next to him with Riley on his side. They share a joke and smile at each other, lost in their own world.

Hana winds her hands around my arm and is unable to contain herself. “Aww they are so sweet together!”

Livy standing on my other side, still in bad mood says, “What’s sweet about it? Giggling like fools all the time.”

“That’s what love does. Makes you happy.” I finally speak. Livy's eyes narrow down on me and she storms away to stand with Madeleine ahead.

“So much for a peaceful dinner!” I sigh. “What’s gotten into you?” I chuckle at Hana.

She sniggers, “I wish she accepts herself. I don’t know what she is trying to hide behind her fierce look. She is sweet inside, isn’t she?”

My gaze settles at Livy's tall figure standing at a distance. Many fond memories of the soft- and warm-hearted girl I knew once, flood my mind. “ Yes, she has been the most caring and loving girl I have known as I grew up.” I place my free hand on Hana’s hands that are still clinging on to my arm.

We all move to the Grand hall for the after dinner festivities. It is more of chaos with everyone engaging in the revelry.

As Hana is pulled into a zig with Max and Riley, I excuse myself to the bar. Liam joins me in some time. “Enjoyed your dinner?” he smirks.

“Seems the king takes pleasure in pain of his subjects.”

He gives out a hearty laugh. “Your expressions were quite comprehensive. You should be glad you were left in one piece after that interaction with the Nevrakis Duchess.”

“I don’t know what I have done, to be her target all the time!”

“She is going through something, I guess. She should be back soon. Don’t worry.” Liam reassures.

“I wish I could help her.” I sigh. “But right now, I need to concentrate on something else.”

“Something or someone?” Liam asks.

“Yes, someone I mean.”

“And does this someone happens to be Lady Hana?”

I roll my eyes. “Yes boss! Hana it is. Since her last conversation with her parents, she seems to be more bold, more rebellious and aggressive.”

“And what are you scared of? Commitment?”

“I don’t know exactly. She is here on her parent’s behest who are looking for some prince or Duke or a lord as a match for her.”

“Well even my parents expected that. Marrying into a noble house. Yet, here I am…” he says fondly looking at Riley.

“Hana belongs to a very different part of the world, Liam, where it’s union of families and not just two people. The equations, the restrictions, the complications are all whirling up and my own feelings feel like being curbed under all those expectations.”

“Why don’t you take one step at a time? Start by speaking out your feelings first to the lady. You can deal with other matters later.”

“Hmm.”

“I think time to stop pondering and take some action.” He looks across my shoulder. I turn around to find Hana walking towards me. “All the best.” Liam whispers in my ear and walks away.

Hana sways smiling at me. “Hana, how much did u drink?”

“ Enough to forget the worries and enjoy the moments.”

I look around and find that most of the guests are falling off one by one. I sit with Hana at the bar as she continues saying silly things in her tipsy mood. After few more shots, she manages a sprig of mint from the bartender and starts plucking out the leaves. “He loves me, he loves me nottt, he loves me, he loves me….”

“Hana, what are you trying?” I interrupt by holding her fingers plucking at the leaves.”

“Shhh! I am trying to find out if Drake loves me.” She whispers a note higher.

“Why don’t you ask him?”

“He won’ttt tell me.” She says with extra emphasis on the T.

“How do you know that if you never asked him?”

“His horse told me. You know his favourittte one. Amber. She told me aaaall.” Hana dragged her last word.

“And just how did this Amber tell u all?”

“As a matter of facttt, she neighed.” Hana explained in worldly wise manner. How can she be so cute and stupid at the same time, I thought? Drunk Hana is cute!

“She said that he won’t tell?” I am finding this charming.

“Yessss.”

“Well, I think you should try asking him once. I am sure he won’t hide.”

“He won’tttt.”

“Nope.”

She suddenly straightens up, “Drake Walker, do you…”

“Not here, Hana. Not now.” I literally snub her. I am rather taken aback by her action. I am scared. I need to accept.

She pouts her lips and slumps back on her stool. I cover her tiny hands with mine and look into her honey orbs.

“Talk to him when you are sober and I promise he will open up to you.”

“Promisss?” Her eyes sparkle.

“Promise!”

Soon it’s just the hosts, Liam and Hana left around me.

Hana takes another shot that Max offers. “Hana, I think you have had enough.” I try to warn her but she is distracted by Max as he starts bragging about his peacocks that he has as pets.

“Aww, that must be so cute.” Hana squeals like a child. “Wǒ ài xióngmāo. Tāmen zuì kě'ài”

“Hana, English please. None of us understands Chinese.”

“Panda, I would love to have pandas as pets. They are cute."

Riley hugs or I may say literally hangs with her arms around Liam’s neck as she purrs, “No one is as cute as my blue -eyed beauty.” She pinches Liam’s cheeks.

Amused, Liam looks at me, “Guess we are the only two sober here.”

“I am awake and in senses too.” Max

Hana swings on my arm. “Would you like to have pandas?” She bats her eyes innocently at me.

“Sure, we can talk about it later. We need to get you back to the palace now. It’s late.” I push towards the exit.

Riley is ecstatic as she stands with Max to see us off while we get into the limo.

Hana cuddles up to me and Liam sits across grinning at me.

Hana’s eyes are almost drooping as she lifts her head and nails it, “Drake, I wanna be your duck!”

I slap my forehead and instantly plead, "Hana, you are better talking Chinese please.”

Liam has covered his mouth and is unsuccessfully trying to control his laughter. Max is doubled over, laughing out while Riley tries to decipher what just happened. I wish everyone was as drunk as Hana at that moment. She tilts her head on my shoulder and shuts her eyes blissfully. Thankfully the vehicle moves and I am relieved.

By the time we reach the palace Hana has passed out. Liam helps me by directing us through the backdoor entry so that no one notices as I carry Hana in my arms to her room.

I tuck her in her bed and quickly retrieve to my room.

My phone buzzes with a message alert.

I keep my phone aside and crash down in the bed. I groan and speak to the walls, 'Good night Livy. Dont have the energy right now for the debate.'

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As Above, So Below - Kim Seungmin Paranormal Investigator AU Part 1

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I’m finally posting it ya’ll! :D

The reader's abilities are based off of those of Lorraine Warren's. She and her husband, Ed, were paranormal investigators. If you need an insight on her abilities, watch 'the conjuring'. It's great movie, hands down one of my faves.

“These pictures were taken during the exorcism last year." Seungmin's voice rang throughout the large classroom.

Kim Seungmin, the well renown paranormal investigator, stood before you in a classroom in your town. You watched his videos all the time, followed his social media. He was a big inspiration for you, someone you knew would understand you.

You have a gift, you see. One not many people would understand. You had gotten into a car accident when you were younger, leaving you not only with PTSD, but with an unnatural gift. You could see and hear things no one else could, you could be brought into almost another dimension, the other side showing you things from the past. You were known as a clairvoyant.

You watched Seungmin’s presentation in awe, excitement filling you every time he showed something new, something you didn’t see on his blog. Your eyes kept meeting his, but every time they met, the girls behind you would squeal, especially the one in the middle. 

The girl in the middle used to be your best friend, until a few years ago. Kim Eunmi , now one of the most popular girls in your college/university. She always walked around with two other girls, Lim Hyuna and Song Inhye. They were your “bullies” if you’d call it that. They wouldn’t say much to you, usually a sly remark here and there, but they would always openly giggle behind your back or whisper almost loud enough for you to hear; and it all came from an incident a few years back, the incident where Eunmi abandoned you as a friend then spread rumors about you, making your high school career a living Hell. You were labeled a “freak” and spent your high school years by yourself.

“Here is another slide from the case of Go Jinjoo, the man who was possessed and kill thirteen women in a span of three months.” Seungmin’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, your eyes landing on the pictures of the man on the screen.

He had blood covering his shirt, his teeth grit and blood splattered across his face. His iris’ were completely black, his veins popping out of his face and neck. He looked possessed, to say the least. Your eyes searched the picture, your eyes sensing the dark aura around him. Your eyes scanned every detail you can, and you felt someone’s eyes on you.

You peeled your eyes from the screen and made direct eye contact with Seungmin, his eyes staying on you longer than you could never believe. You heard a squeal behind you, and your heart dropped, thinking he could’ve just been admiring Eunmi. Eunmi was very attractive, with her silky dark hair, large eyes, and beautiful face. She was much more to look at, or that’s what you thought at least. You remembered all the boys would gawk and stare at her when you two would hangout, and it got worse in high school. You tried not to pay attention to it, but it was hard when every time you went to your locker, which was straight across from hers, a guy was either trying to confess or give her something. You were shocked and disappointed when Seungmin ended the presentation, cursing yourself for not paying enough attention. Oh well, there’s always a next time. Seungmin looked at you, and your heart fluttered, then quickly dropped as you felt someone bump your shoulder, and realized Eunmi was walking down the stairs. Her eyes were mocking towards you, and you knew she was going to purposely try to flirt with Seungmin right in front of you. Eunmi knew she was naturally pretty, and she flaunted it a lot. You never understood why she wore the amount of makeup that she did, she was effortlessly and naturally stunning. She bat her false eyelashes at Seungmin, pressing her arms closer to her chest to make her boobs pop out more. You rolled your eyes and packed your notebook in your bag, having had taken notes while listening.

“Hi Seungmin-ahhh!” Eunmi greeted him in a sweet voice.

“Oh, hello.” He greeted with a pretty smile.

“I’m Eunmi, and I’m a huge fan. That presentation was something else!” She giggled.

“Ah, thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He said with a polite bow.

“Now Seungmin-ahhh.” She giggled, leaning close to him.

You wanted to snap your pencil in half. Eunmi knee how much you had loved his documentaries, you had started watching his videos when you were in middle school together, and she always told you it was lame. Seungmin has the gift since he was younger, and you had admired him ever since your accident.

“Saw you looking at me this whole lecture.” She purred, fixing the buttons on his white button up. “Is there something you wanted to say?”

You quickly made your way out of the room, and Eunmi watched you walk out with a smirk, but another set of eyes were on you as well.

“Actually… Uh… That girl that was sitting in front of you, what’s her name?” He asked.

“Who? Y/N?” She scoffed. “Just some weirdo. She thinks she can see and sense ghosts. She just does it for attention.”

“I see. Well, it was nice meeting the three of you.” Seungmin said with a smile before grabbing his bag and walking away.

“Wait, Seungmin!” Eunmi called, grabbing his shirt sleeve.

“Weren’t you looking at me?” She asked, her eyes big.

“You’re very pretty, but it wasn’t you I was looking at. And I don’t look at petty women.” He said casually, pulling his sleeve out of her grasp. “Have a nice day, ladies.”

You walked into the courtyard, the pink trees of the garden glowing in the soft spring sunlight. You sat on the stone bench and opened your notebook, going through the notes you took and sighing.

“I should’ve paid better attention.” You groaned, dropping your head into your notebook. “Stupid stupid stupid.”

“I think you’re pretty smart, actually.”

Your head shot up at the voice, your nose almost brushing Seungmin’s. Shock was in your eyes as he smiled down at you.

“Mind if I sit?” He asked, pointing to the empty spot on the stone bench.

“Oh, sure!” You said in a voice a little too high pitches for your liking, making you almost cringe.

He sat down beside you, his eyes going to your notebook.

“You took notes on the session?” He asked, his eyes full of admiration.

“U-Um yeah… I love what you do.” You said shyly.

“I see… You seemed very interested in the whole thing. Almost like you knew how it felt to have these abilities.” He said, looking directly at you.

Although he had such a sweet looking face, his eyes held a ferocity that you have never seen before. It was breathtaking to look into massive orbs you’ve only ever saw on a screen.

“I… I guess you can say I have a gift.” You said lowly, your eyes not leaving his.

“What kind of gift is that?” He asked, his eyes still searching yours.

You slid him the notebook that you had written your notes down in. He looked at the notebook and slowly went to the first page, reading what you wrote and drew sketches of, all of your experiences on the finely outlined pages. His long finger tips followed where he was reading, his eyes quickly scanning the pages as he continued to flip through it. He stopped at one, an amused smile on his face.

“So you know, huh?” He asked.

“What?” You asked.

“Most of the episodes of Ghost Hunters is staged and acted out.” He said with a light chuckle.

“Even if I didn’t have this ability, it’s painfully obvious.” You pointed out, scrunching your nose in distaste. 

“How else do you know? And how can you tell when it isn’t staged?” Seungmin asked.

“Well, for starters, their reactions. When it’s fake, you can tell when they over dramatize it, like it’s too much. I also don’t see anything when it’s fake.” You said.

“See anything?” He asked.

“I can see shadows… Morphs… Whole spirits.” You said hesitantly. 

His eyes searched yours, seeing the sincerity in them.

“You can just see shapes and figures?” He asked.

“No…” You said lowly. “I can see them… Usually when they just want to be seen.”

“What if they don’t want to be seen?” He asked.

“I can see their shapes and figures, and I can feel them.” You responded.

Silence fell over the two of you, Seungmin’s eyes going back down to your notebook and flicking through the pages, stopping at a certain one.

“What’s this?” He asked.

It was from the last night you and Eunmi had spent the night together as friends. The night she got scared away, the night she held a grudge against you for. You slid it out of his hands and closed it, a sigh leaving your lips.

“An experience I wish I could forget.” You sighed.

He went on to say something, when you gave him a sad smile.

“They show me things.” You said.

“They show you things?” He asked.

You nodded and played with your fingers.

“They show me what happened to them… Or what could happen to other people.” You whispered.

His eyes were soft as he laid a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving it a soft rub.

“You’re a clairvoyant Y/N.” He said.

You nodded and sighed when he lightly grabbed your chin and turned your head towards him.

“There’s nothing wrong with that, nothing at all. I know what it’s like to have a gift no one understands, I know it’s lonely, but I’m here for you now, okay?” He said with a bright smile.

“You’re only in town for a couple of days.” You giggled with a small blush.

He fell silent for a moment, biting his lip and thinking.

“Why don’t you come for an investigation? We’re also here to investigate a house about an hour away from here.” He suggested with a smile.

“Will that really be okay?” You asked.

“Of course!” He laughed. “It’s just me and three other people.”

“O-Okay.” You nodded with a shy smile.

“Perfect! We have to leave in an hour, do you need to get changed or anything?” He asked.

“No, I think I’m okay.” You laughed. “Why? Is my outfit bad?”

“Not at all, just don’t want you to catch a cold.” He laughed.

You put your notebook back in your bag as he stood up and stretched his hand out to you, a smile on his face. You smiled back and lightly took his hand as he helped you up, and you felt something in that little touch. It was like a spark, a small fire emitting itself in through your hand and all throughout your body, warming your heart as you walked step for step beside him. His light brown hair caught the sun in a beautiful way, his hair shining brightly. He glanced at you, giving you the whitest smile you’ve ever seen, and you swore it could blind anyone with how white his teeth were.

He lead you to a small, hippie fashioned Volkswagen (if ya’ll know, ya’ll know.) Two men and a woman were standing outside of it, and the one turned and gave you a friendly smile.

“Hi there.” He greeted you.

“Hi.” You greeted him and the others with a polite bow.

“Seungmin, who is this?” The woman asked.

“This is Y/N, she’ll be joining us today.” He said, introducing you.

“I’m Hyunjin.” The one who smiled at you said.

“I’m Felix.” The other said with a big smile. “And that little ball of sunshine over there is Haru.”

You looked over at the woman, who scowled at you and Felix.

“Why is she coming?” Haru asked.

Wow, rude.

“She has talents that we need.” Seungmin said, putting his stuff in the back.

Haru scoffed and eyed you up.

“And what talent is that? Taking up space?” She asked.

“Haru, stop being so rude.” Hyunjin gasped. “Seungmin doesn’t invite just anybody.”

Haru went to open her mouth, when Seungmin shot her and look, making her purse her lips.

“She’s a clairvoyant. I’m curious about her, and she’s welcome to come with us. Don’t make this hard on her, she doesn’t deserve that.” Seungmin said, his voice serious.

Haru rolled her eyes and turned away, stalking towards the back of the SUV. Felix gave you a friendly smile and took you to the front seat.

“You’ll ride up front with Seungmin so you won’t have to deal with our little ball of sunshine in the back.” He said with a smile.

You nodded and slid into the front seat, catching the glare from Haru. Eunmi was already a lot to deal with, but now this girl? You only have known her five minutes! Seungmin sat next to you, flashing you a smile as he pulled out his GPS.

“So, what exactly is going on at this home?” You asked.

Haru scoffed in the back seat, and Felix elbowed her.

“A couple has been hearing strange noises around their home, and we’re just going over to see what exactly is happening.” Seungmin said.

“Most likely nothing too exciting.” Hyunjin said, getting the camera he had in his hands ready.

“Do you record before you even find out if it’s haunted or not?” You asked.

“Of course, I wanted to start a vlog where we post the most stupidest encounters and how goofy the residents look when they realize their house isn’t haunted.” Hyunjin giggled.

“Why didn’t you?” You asked with a laugh.

He pouted and looked at Seungmin. “Seungmin said it’s unprofessional.”

“And it is.” Seungmin said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“I don’t know, I’d love to watch them.” You laughed. “It might attract more viewers.”

“We’re not doing this for viewers.” Haru snapped.

“Lose the attitude Haru.” Hyunjin said, looking at her. “The more viewers we get, the more recommendations we’ll receive.

“People like horror and humor, if you give them both, they’ll be all over you guys.” You said.

“Or attract people who just want the attention.” Haru said.

You fell silent, not wanting to say anything else. Seungmin flicked a look at Haru through the rearview mirror and she huffed, shoving her headphones in. 

“I’m sorry about her, she doesn’t take to people easily.” Seungmin sighed.

“It’s okay, it’s no big deal.” You said with a small reassuring smile.

When you pulled up to the house, you noticed the roof looked a little caved in, probably from the recent storm. You followed Seungmin out of the SUV and up to the house as the other three grabbed their cameras and setup. The couple who owned the property came out, and you noticed the two of them were fairly young.

“Mr. Im, Mrs. Im.” Seungmin greeted both of them with a bow, and you followed suit.

“We’re so glad you’re here, we haven't been able to sleep for days.” Mrs. Im sighed.

“What seems to be keeping you up?” Seungmin asked.

“There’s this terrible creaking sound that usually happens at night, and it sounds like there’s footsteps coming from the attic.” Mr. Im said, his eyes wide.

“We’ll take a look.” Seungmin reassured them.

He beckoned you to follow him, Hyunjin coming in directly behind you both with the camera on the both of you. Seungmin stopped at the top step, turning towards the camera and smiling. He bumped you with his elbow, and you turned and smiled as the camera started rolling.

“This is Seungmin back with another video, and today we’re investing a couples house. Mr. Im says there’s been strange creaking and what sounds like footsteps coming from the attic. Today we have with us a new friend of mine, Y/N.” He said, giving you a smile.

You bowed to the camera and smiled brightly as you followed Seungmin up the stairs. Your eyes scanned the hallway and rooms you passed by, hoping to catch something on this case.

“I’ll show you guys the attic.” Mr. Im said.

“Stay here for a moment.” Seungmin whispered to you as he walked up behind Mr. Im, Haru walking by you and giving you a petty smirk as she did.

You rolled your eyes and turned to see Mrs. Im, a small smile on her face.

“Are you new?” She asked.

“Um- sorta? I mean, I was at one of his sessions and he invited me to come here.” You said with a smile.

You turned your head and saw a picture on the wall, Mr. Im holidng Mrs. Im up in the air, the both of them smiling brightly.

A scene of the two of them running through the autumn leaves filled your vision. Mr. Im tackled Mrs. Im in a hug and they toppled over into a big pile of leaves. They both laughed like crazy as Mr. Im covered Mrs. Im in kisses, her bright white smile glistening in the sunlight. Another flash and he was on one knee, a beautiful ring in a carefully crafted box in his hand.

“What a beautiful fall day to propose.” You said as you held the picture in your hands.

“What? How could you tell?” Mrs. Im asked in shock.

“It’s called an insight, you get to see little pieces of someones life.” You said with a smile.

You heard something and turned to see Seungmin standing there, a smile on his face.

“Was she right?” He asked.

“She was.” Mrs. Im breathed, her eyes full of curiosity. 

His smile grew wider as he walked over to you.

“Why don’t you come upstairs and help us get this figured out.” He said.

You nodded and followed him up the stairs and into the attic, scanning the room. You couldn't’ feel or detect anything, it felt normal.

“And we just keep hearing THUD THUD THUD THUD!” Mr. Im explained to Felix and Haru.

“Seems like you’ve got an annoying one on your hands.” Haru said, then turning to you and arching brow. “And what do you think, little miss clairvoyant?”

“Not sure yet.” You said flatly, looking around.

The place wasn’t haunted, obviously. But you needed to show them that it was something else. You pressed your foot on a board that looked worn out.

THUD.

Bingo.

“I found your ghost.” You said.

“Who is it? Is it an old man? A woman? GASP! Is it a little girl?!” Mrs. Im squealed.

“No, no, and no.” You replied, pushing on the board as it thud.

“Was that the sound you were hearing?” You asked.

“Oh my god, it was! But doesn’t that mean something had to be stepping on it?” Mr. Im asked.

“By the looks of it, you keep that old rocking chair on it.” You said, tilting your head to the rocking chair in the corner.

“The wind or draft push the rocking chair, which creaks.” You said, moving the chair over top of the board.

You rocked it, and it thumped and creaked. Sighs of relief left the couple, then embarrassment washed over both of them.

“We are so sorry for wasting your time!” Mr. Im gasped.

“It’s okay!” Seungmin laughed. “Usually these places aren’t haunted, there’s always a logical explanation, and it looks like Y/N found it.”

“I’ll get that old board fixed right away.” He reassured everyone and his wife.

The couple walked you both out, and Mrs. Im held your hand.

“Thank you so much, you really impressed me with that insight. I hope they keep you.” She said.

“No, thank you for that experience! I’ve always loved Seungmin’s adventures, and being on one was a dream come true.” You said with a smile.

“I hope you get to stay. You really are talented.” She said, waving goodbye to you.

Seungmin drove to a small diner as you all sat down to eat.

“I’ll cover yours.” Seungmin said.

“No its fine-”

“Listen, that investigation went so quick because of you. And that insight? You’re very talent Y/N.” He said.

As you ate, you kept feeling Haru’s glare, and it was starting to make you uncomfortable.

“Haru, look at your food.” Felix said, glancing at her.

She slammed her fork into her food and continued eating, chewing angrily.

“I need to use the restroom.” She said, abruptly getting up and walking away.

“She’s just made because she believed it was haunted, and you knew it wasn’t and proved her wrong.” Hyunjin reassured you.

You nodded awkwardly and Seungmin rubbed your shoulder.

“You were amazing back there Y/N.” He said.

“Thank you, it was nothing really.” You bowed with a blush.

When Haru got back, you all ate quietly then left. Before you made it to the SUV, Seungmin turned to you, Felix and Hyunjin smiling brightly. Haru narrowed her eyes, anger on her face.

“No.” She growled.

“This isn’t your decision.” Seungmin said.

She stormed off to the SUV, slamming the door. You looked at them in confusion, and Seungmin gently held your hand.

“Y/N, I have a huge question.” He said.

Your heart hammered through your chest as he smiled at you.

“Will you be apart of our crew?”

#kim Seungmin #seungmin #stray kids seungmin #stray kids kim seungmin #skz seungmin #skz kim seungmin #stray kids #straykids #stray kids imagines #skz #skz imagines #seungmin au #kim seungmin au

[morska-trava]

music tag game

Tagged by @mojca5fowl , thank you sm, this was really fun! 💕🌸

playlist shuffle rules: hit shuffle on your media player and write down the first 20 songs, then tag 10 people, no skipping!

1. Royal Blood - I Only Lie When I Love You

2. Left At London - I Don't Trust U Anymore

3. Peach Pit - Alrighty Aphrodite

4. Saint Motel - For Elise

5. Conan Gray -Comfort Crowd

6. Orla Gartland - Between My Teeth

7. Indifo de Souza -Take Off Ur Pants

8. The Happy Fits -Dirty Imbecile

9. E ve - Literary Nonsense

10.mxmtoon - the idea of you

11. GRLwood - Vaccines Made Me Gay

12.Mother Mother - Problems

13. Bastille -Daniel In the Den

14. AJJ - Brave as a Noun

15. Lincoln - Downhill

16. Weathers - Lonely Vampire

17. Beach Bunny -Sports

18. Chloe Moriondo - Ghost Adventure Spirit Orb

19. Kate Nash - Caroline's A Victim

20. Päter - Dam, Damn 

10 songs i’ve been listening to lately:

- Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost

- Visitor by Of Monsters and Men

- Swim For Your Life by The Pale White

- Queen of Nothing by The Crane Wives

- Eat The Rich by Kate Stephenson

- No Reason by Toth

- Cryptid by Lucas Lex

- Feel Good by Matt Maeson

- Spring and a Storm by Tally Hall

- Sleep With a Baseball Bat by Cosmic Johnny

post my 9 most influential albums:

- Of Monsters And Men - My Head Is an Animal

- Hozier - Wasteland, baby!

- My Chemical Romance - The Black Parade

- The Crane Wives - Foxclore

- Florence + The Machine - How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

- All Time Low - Don't Panic

- Silverstein - I Am Alive In Everything I Touch

- Bring Me The Horizon - Sempiternal

-Pierce the Veil - Collide With The Sky

(Honorable mentions: Lord Huron - Strange Trails, all the other Of Monsters and Men, Hozier and The Crane Wives albums, Orla Gartland - Freckle Season, boygenius - boygenius, Mother Mother - Oh My Heart, Pomme - À peu près and Les Failles, Neck Deep - Life's Not Out To Get You, eve - bunka)

Tagging @agape-amo-eros @albert-is-my-skull @ohlookitsatomato @minoan-ophidian @slightly-awkward-dragon @mia-ami @wayward--dragon @psychodemon111 @aeoliantectrix @roller-rink-haruno (only if you want to tho, no pressure)

#thanks for the tag 💕 #tag games #music #music recs

[ninecrafterns]

All woodwinds all the time

First of all MEET MY NEW CHILDREN:

t i n y

and

B a s s o r b. Borb.

I took up learning the ocarina sometime last year and YES it was because of Zelda reasons and YES I can play some Zelda songs.

I got a really cheap one to see if I liked it but the quality is what I expected for $20. These two I got today from Oberon Ocarinas (oberonocarinas dot com) and they are BEAUTIFUL and so much easier to play! They don't sell much online so you have to catch them at a show. The owners/artists are super nice and let me play the prototype CONTRABASS ORB which was abt the size of a small watermelon. I regret not taking pictures.

Anyway the tiny ocarina is perfectly pocket sized except you know I can't rest until I make a travel case for everything I own

Step 1. Measure

Status: tiny.

Step 2: outer layer of cotton, 2 of batting, inside layer extra velvet from the flute project. (I bought way too much, AGAIN, anybody else have an instrument needing a case)

Step 3. Sew together and add border, fold over and make into a case. u know the drill

I was worried this one would be too small for Bink to fit in but luckily I was wrong

And that's it for now, I'm sewing the snaps on tomorrow cause I'm TIRED

#progress #sewing #ocarina case

[bvckysmanbun]

Shades of Jade

Damian Wayne x Fem!Reader

Request: Can you do one where the fem reader and damian (if you're more comfortable,u can age him up a bit) have had a love/hate relationship ever since they met and one day they have a make out session in th middle of a 'fight'?

I may or maybe have not tweaked this one up a bit. Angst and some fluff. Damian and reader are about 18 years old. As always, I hope you all enjoy! Comments and feedback are highly appreciated!

Tags: @boostrgolds, @jaybirdxarsenal, @theshortegg, @perforabuntsaggittis, @jaytemis-tbh, @an-all-write-life, @l-horizon11, @frida-marie

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Word Count: 1.7k

“Tt, wipe that sneer from your face,” Damian grumbled to [Y/n].

 [Y/n] smiled at the blackboard, paying no mind to Damian. She popped a grape into her mouth when the biology teacher turned his back to the class, scribbling notes with a chalk pen. She kept her smile on her face as she turned her head towards Damian with a knowing look.

 “Why are you upset, pretty bird?” Damian’s eyes narrowed and [Y/n] was enchanted. Those eyes changed shades of green so soften, sometimes she forgot what true green they were. Right now, with the look he was giving her, she saw a beautiful forest green. She’d only admit to herself that sometimes she messed with him just to see that specific shade in his orbs. It made little chills climb from the bottom of her spine to the nape of her neck.

 “Don’t be daft,” he replied as he faced forward, nose held high. [Y/n] breathed out a quiet laugh as she popped in another grape. It was a green grape and she wished to see his eyes this shade. It was impossible or maybe she just hadn’t evoked an emotion that made his eyes that light.

Her eyes watched Damian’s head turn towards her again. His eyebrows were furrowed together. She glanced around and leaned closer. Damian’s eyes watched her carefully. They were reverting from the forest green to a beautiful open-field grassy green. She smiled to herself and reached over, pressing her thumb against the in-between of his eyebrows and rubbed. Her fingers splayed across the top of his left cheek bone.

 “You know, if you always have scowl on your face, your face is going to freeze and you’re going to be stuck like that forever,” she whispered as she watched the wrinkles from his skin disappear and his face was relaxed.

 Her thumb smoothed over that area then moved down the left side of his nose, her thumb now caressing under his eye. Damian grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away carefully. His eyes were soft, but his face tensed again as he scowled at her.

 “Enough. Tt, must you act like this in the middle of class?” Damian would not allow for the feelings that burned deep in the hidden crevices of his mind and his heart.  He would not allow it to be visible for the imbeciles he was forced to be around with because his father wanted him to be a “normal” teenager. Tt. Bruce wouldn’t have known what a normal teenager was if it bit him on the ass.

 [Y/n] smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. Damian’s left eyebrow quirked up and he realized that his hand was wrapped around her wrist. He let go and turned his attention back to the front. The creek of the door grabbed the entire class’s attention and one of the ladies from the attendance office stepped in.

 “Early dismissal for Miss [Y/n] [L/n].” [Y/n] shot up and grabbed her backpack; she popped one last grape into her mouth before saluting Damian with a smile.

“See you later,” she mouthed before she walked out the door. Damian felt his face flush and ducked his head. Thankful he was for sitting in the last rows of the class; nobody would be able to see his physical attraction to the one girl who had control over him.

 “That was idiotic of you!” Damian yelled as he ripped off his domino mask and pulled his hood back. His heart thudded against his chest and for a brief moment, he regretted pulling the hood because now his face would be exposed, and he’d have no way to hide how he felt.

 As Damian turned himself to face her, [Y/n] pushed him against the Bat-mobile and she snarled at him. His insides might as well have turned into liquid as her arm pushed against his chest and her face was neared his. He could feel her warm breath fan across his face and the smell of mint entered his nostrils.

 “It was idiotic when you decided not to trust me!” she sneered at him. His eyes searched hers, or at least the whites of her mask. Every fine muscle in her arm, he could feel. He felt how tense her muscles were against his chest. He could overpower her, he could push her right off him, but…he didn’t. He did not want to, at least not yet.

 “Tt, you scold me for something you did? You are worse than Todd!” Damian sneered back at her. [Y/n]’s arm went slack, and she pulled away. Her fingers dipped under mask as she pulled it off. Her eyes were dark with anger, her face was flushed red. His eyes softened at her appearance, but his face remained hardened.

 She let out a frustrated cry and if Damian didn’t have fast reflexes, the fist that [Y/n] threw would have hit him in the nose. He ducked to the left and grabbed her wrist. Just as he was going to yank her close to him, her hand wrapped the opposite shoulder and her leg was about to kick from behind to bring him down. Right as [Y/n]’s foot was about to hit his ankle, he lifted his leg and yanked her hand off.

 [Y/n] swung her other hand, and Damian grabbed it with his free hand. He used both of [Y/n]’s hands to twirl her entire body around. Her back was to his chest and her arms were crossed on the front of her body. His face neared hers from the right.

 “Tt, do you really think violence is the best solution to confront your mistakes?” He waited for her response, but instead he was on the ground, on his back and a groan left his body. [Y/n] stared at him from above and Damian’s heart screamed to be released from his chest as he watched what he had done; a tear fell from [Y/n]’s face and she walked away.

  Damian plopped himself down next to [Y/n]. He watched the boys from two grades below run around the yard with a soccer ball. His eyes glanced at her and his face softened. Her eyes stayed focused on the group of boys, the ball occasionally bouncing off the fence as they misjudged their kicks.

 “[I want to apologize],” Damian spoke, loud enough for only the two of them. He watched her face; one of her eyebrows quirked up and she gave him a side glance. A quiet sigh left her, and she turned her head to him.

“[Why do you doubt me?]” she asked him quietly. His eyebrows raised in shock before he gave her a stern look. He clicked his tongue multiple times as he tried to find the best answer in his head.

 “[It’s not you I doubt, I…],” he ducked his head and cleared his throat. [Y/n]’s cheeks dusted over with pink and she smiled at him. She stood and gave a once-over. Her eyebrow quirked up and she grinned at him. She no longer replied to him in his native tongue, but in English.

 “Damian, you and your brothers trained me. I know what I’m doing. Whether you think so or not,” she practically sang to him before heading back into the school. Damian’s eyes traced over her figure and a small smile graced his face.

  “Tt, do you really know what you’re doing?” Damian roared as he pressed [Y/n] to the wall of the cave. It was her who had ripped off her mask off first this time. Her eyes were glassy, and she refused to let the tears fall as Damian continued to scream at her over her actions.

 “This is the second time, [L/n]!” Damian realized his mistake when he watched her facial expression fall at the mention of her last name. She was one of the people that he never called by their last name, not since they first met. Her body no longer fought against him.

 “Damian, I had it under control, and you still went and doubted. You stepped in and that intervened and that’s how I ended up hurt. It wasn’t me, it wasn’t my fault. You just can’t accept that you’re the reason I’m hurt,” [Y/n] whispered, her eyes bored into his.

 Damian could not explain the heart-breaking feeling that clung in his chest. His face softened, and the hand pressed against her chest reached to stroke her chin. “Habibti…” he whispered. [Y/n]’s eyes shot up to meet his and she watched as pulled his mask off.

 His eyes were not forest green nor were they grassy green. She pushed him off as sudden anger filled her chest. Damian watched with careful eyes as fists came flying towards him. He dodged every one of those fists and eventual kicks.

 “You don’t get to scold me and tell me that I’m doing something wrong then call me habibti?” [Y/n] cried out in anger. A fist collided with his chest and he grabbed her wrist. “You trained me! You and your brothers taught me everything!”

 “I can’t watch as you go out there and get hurt! I know that you are independent and strong, but I cannot overcome this feeling over you!” Damian murmured when he pulled her close. His eyes scanned her face and landed on her lips. Her breath came out in small pants and he leaned out.

 “You’re an asshole,” she murmured with half lidded eyes.

 “You are habibti,” Damian murmured and pressed his lips to hers. Soft against soft; velvet kisses. His hands cupped her cheeks and her hands enclosed his wrists. Her lips molded into his perfectly and vice versa. They inhaled and exhaled together; each other’s breath was the oxygen that they needed to continue living.

 As they pulled away, [Y/n] searched his eyes. They were not forest green nor were they grassy green; they were a light green; it reminded her of green grapes that she plopped into her mouth. She searched his eyes and a beautiful smile displayed itself on his face. She came to a realization; green was her favorite color, no matter the shade.

#damian wayne x reader #older damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #older!damian wayne #Damian Wayne #damian wayne x you #batboys #batboys imagine #dc imagine #dc comics imagine #requested #my writing

[reluctanthunter]

How to save a life.

“. . .Are you sure you guys don’t need a ride? Legally I can fit five people in the car; with Lydia and Kira, we have two spots left.” Teeth skimmed Chapstick laden lips as she lifted those brown doll-like eyes to maintain contact with her former fling and now best friend, Scott McCall. From an outside perspective, it would look like the two were attempting to confess something but, it was nothing more than two friends trying to come to a car pull agreement. Which came to an end when his cheesy grin spread across his childlike, crooked face.

“As much as we would appreciate the ride, Stiles mom decided to volunteer. Said it would give her time to catch up on his school life and gave her a reason to act more, ‘mom-ish.’ Whatever that means. How about tomorrow after the game? That way we can all go out and celebrate.” Nodding her head in response, a small grin plastered its way onto her face as the two made plans for their little group of friends. After all, it would probably be relatively short-lived seeing as how Peter Hale was still on the loose and there was one event after the next. Being H U M A N and a T E E N A G E R for a while would do them all well.

So, with a wave of her hand, the young Argent’s arms were taken by the kitsune and banshee before she was pulled away to her car. It wouldn’t take all of ten minutes before she had Kira at home, waving goodbye to the young Japanese female whose mom was ushering her into the house. Another eight minutes and she would be tightening her grip around the red head’s torso before she parted ways for the evening. While they would have all loved to stay out and act normal for once, they had homework to do if they wanted to enjoy a normal weekend. . .At least, that had been the plan.

As soon as Allison began to back out of the driveway, her phone buzzed loudly against the plastic interior of her car causing a brow to arch almost perfectly. “Hey, where are you at? …. Can you come pick me and Stiles up from school? His mom was supposed to come get us, but she never made it. He’s worried.”

The rest of the conversation was lost as her heartbeat thundered within her ear canals. Yes, the sheriff was busy at times but a P R O M I S E was a P R O M I S E. If she didn’t pick the boys up, something must have happened. So, throwing her phone to the side, the young woman stepped on the gas pedal, easily making record time as she practically drifted into the parking lot, unlocking the door as Stiles made his way to the end of the parking lot.

To say the car ride to the Stilinski household was quiet would be an understatement. The tension within the room could have literally been carved with a knife; more so when they pulled up to the house and the woman’s police cruiser was pulled up beautifully at the house. Had she forgotten? That had been the thought when Stiles had run up to the house, using his key to open the door. But it became obvious that his mother was no longer in the house. Nor was she on the premises.

Gesturing in her general direction, Scott called her over when he saw a small dent that had not been on the house before; how he found it, she would never know. But once they got closer and dug into the trashcans…a brand-new cellphone practically in two made it clear. Deborah Stilinski had been taken. By who? Well, that would be left to Scott’s decent alpha nose.

Focusing on the task at hand, Stiles finally ran out of the house, looking as if he was about to give himself a panic attack. Which meant they spent a few seconds trying to get his attention…and only a few more for him to come to the same realization that his mother had been taken.

“Look, it doesn’t matter who they are or why they would take her. We’re going to get her back,” her vocal chords had pushed out as her eyes were set ablaze with new found determination. That was until Stiles had suddenly become calm, goosebumps forming on her skin as a shadow of remembrance coursed through her veins.

“You’re right,” he began. “We’re going to get her back. And the person who took her is going to wish they had never messed with her.” Normally, she would have high tailed it out of there and retreated to her room; hell, she didn’t even want to be standing there at that moment. Three weeks in the hospital had been enough trouble when the Nogitsune and the Oni decided to pierce her flesh with a blade that left a trail of pain behind. However, now was not a time to worry about that, they would do that later.

Swallowing thickly, the hunter tore her gaze away from the spaz of the group, looking towards Scott. “Smell and see if you can pick up her scent.  We’ll follow your lead from there…”

Trailing off, the female could practically feel the bone-chilling glare upon the side of her head as Scott easily lifted the phone towards his nostrils, inhaling deeply. For a minute his brow creased as two very distinct smells hit his sense of smell. The first, a mixture of vanilla coffee and stress was almost unforgettable. After becoming a werewolf, he knew the scent of his honorary pack mother. The second was a cause for alarm because for the last few weeks…they had not been able to catch up with the beast known as Peter Hale.

“We need to go now. It’s Peter.” Without waiting for his friends to process the information, Scott took off which cued the turning male and his hunter friend to hurry after their hound.

Fingers gripped tightly onto the steering wheel as she followed Scott, the male beside her practically fuming in his seat. If tension had been high before, it was practically suffocating at that point. Silence ran throughout the car like a top charter, only growing louder as the beauty marked boy next to her stared out the window, contemplating what he would do to Peter Hale when he got there. “Stiles…?”

Suddenly, the glare was back on her, that voided entry almost making her cringe away from the male. “We’re going to get your mom back. She’s strong and…”

“I don’t want to talk about this, Allison. I would rather save my thoughts for what I am going to do to-“

“What you’re going to do to Peter? Stiles, I respect you, I do. But right now, without a shadow of a doubt, I know something’s wrong. Something very familiar and if you give into it, we’re going to not only have to deal with Peter but you as well. So, why don’t you just save your thoughts and focus on the task at hand? Getting your mom out. Not revenge.”

When her little piece was said, the car fell silent…until Scott suddenly stopped at an abandoned building not too far away from Deaton’s clinic. Pulling over, the female sent a quick text to her group chat with the females of the group before getting out of her car. Of course, Stiles decided to run off and Scott followed leaving the girl alone with her thoughts.

For months, she had been plagued with nightmares about the night she almost died. Picking up a bow had become a task…but, on the other hand, Deborah Stilinski…she owed that woman everything. While her friends were in class, the older woman would visit her in the hospital – making sure she had a new bouquet of flowers or a decent pair of fuzzy socks. She had snuck in pizza on her lunch breaks…and when she needed someone other than her pressing father to sit in on therapy sessions, the older woman had been there for her.

Thoughts were broken the moment she heard what can only be described as a ferocious snarl; meaning the fight had begun. Thumb moving across her key, the car trunk opened to reveal her bow and sling jam-packed with different arrows.

By the time she found her little friends, Allison could see exactly what sort of fight went down. Stiles, with a busted lip and the start of a few facial bruises, was struggling against the clawed hand that was pressed tightly against his neck. Scott was less than a few feet away with scarlet hues locked on the older male. And in the corner was a slouched over officer, blood, and bruises coating her skin.

Not much thought was put into the process of loading up an arrow, easily releasing it a few seconds later towards the wolf holding onto the male. Letting out a dry laugh, blue eyes flashed towards her. “Allison Argent, how nice of you to join us. I do have to say that your aim has become off centered, you should work on that.”

Rolling her eyes, she drew forth another arrow, her brown orbs locked on the older Hale family member.

“It was a warning shot. Let Stiles go or the next one will end up somewhere you don't like.”

As if her threat meant nothing, most likely because he was annoyed…which was evident now that she could see healing cuts and scratches that the two teenage boys had caused him, his fingers tightened further causing the boy to choke. More importantly, blood to well up from small puncture marks.

Time seemed to tick by as her fingers released the arrow, the soft whistle breaking through the silence as it suddenly twisted due to a draft, cutting through flesh and expensive clothing. Luckily, it had been enough for the male to release his grip on her fellow human but not lucky enough to derail his assault. Instead, he practically ran over Scott as he ran towards the hunter, avoiding any assault that would slow him down. Instead, he took it upon himself to first hit the younger woman, sending her stumbling backward. The next attack had gone in for the kill…until..

DINNNNNG.

And there went Jack, down the hill. Quite literally. Falling forward, Stiles standing above him with a steel bat, taking in shaky breaths. From there, he looked almost normal, shoulders tense as he stared at the knocked out wolf. “Y…you okay, Allison? Are you hurt?”

Shaking her head, the male dropped the bat before stepping backward, turning his attention back to his mom. Running over to her, the older woman began to gain consciousness, smiling up at her worried son to calm him down. When the younger woman had managed to get up with the help of the pack leader, limping over to the older woman, she leaned down to help Stiles remove the shackles from his mother’s wrists.

“Allison, maybe you should sit down.” Shaking her head, Allison managed to get one wrist free while the son of the sheriff in question got the other. Despite her own wounds, she was far more concerned with the teenagers who had quite literally knocked the socks off the beast. Not that it mattered, for as soon as Deborah Stilinski’s arms were free, they were wrapped around her “kids” hugging them as tightly as she could.

While the day had been less than ideal, the sun always shone brighter when things went right for the McCall pack.

#stiles stilinski #allison argent #scott mccall #teen wolf #fanfic

[ticklish-sprout]

The Visit - JohnDave

A/N: Hey everyone, it’s me! And I have some good/bad news! I am in one of the most infamous fandoms ever, Homestuck! I haven’t been reading it for too long, so I’m sorry if the characters are a little OOC. But anyways, I really hope you like it!

Here’s the picture this fic was based off of!

Words: 1,486

"D-Dave!" John threw the door open, a toothy grin spreading across his face. "I...it's you!"

"Sup." Dave Strider stood in front of him, in the flesh. "I assume you're John Egderp."

"It's Egbert." Normally the sixteen-year-old would be irritated, but he was too happy at the fact that his online friend was really there in person to care.

"Same thing." He walked in without asking for permission. "Got any apple juice?"

"Well, of course!" John came back inside, only to be beaten to the fridge.

"Ah." Dave scooped up the small bottle and chugged it so fast it made John's head spin. "Hmm." He crushed the empty bottle against his head, then held it out. "Thanks, Egderp."

"No...problem?" He took it from him slowly, tossing it over his shoulder. "Um, my dad is out, so that just leaves us. Probably getting more Betty Crocker, or maybe clowns," he scoffed. "Sorry, harlequins."

"I feel your pain." Dave looked around the harlequin-covered room. "Like I've said, Bro has way too many Smuppets."

"For irony?" John tilted his head.

"For irony," he nodded.

"You wanna go to my room?" He pointed upstairs.

"Sure." Dave went first, then opened the ajar door.

Then a bucket of water splashed over his head.

"AH!" He let out a totally un-cool shriek and fell flat on his stomach.

"Pfft-hahahaha!" John kneeled down, covering his mouth. "The look on your face!"

"Oh, real funny." Dave took off his shades to dry them on his shirt, keeping his eyes shut. Once he put them back on, he glared in his direction. "Bad move, Egbert."

"At least you have my name right." He squeaked as he was tackled onto his bed. "Dude, come on! It was just a prank!"

"And now I'm all wet thanks to it." He sat up, shaking his head. "You and your stupid pranks."

"They're not stupid," John pouted.

"Yeah, and I'm Nicolas Cage." Dave pulled him up. "Go into a rant about Con Air and I'll kill you."

"Jerk," he huffed.

"What did you say to me?" He grabbed him by the chin, looking him in the eye. "Nobody calls a Strider a jerk. Well, nobody calls a Strider a jerk and lives." He let go, jabbing him in the ribs. "And-"

"Eep!" John immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, turning a dark red color.

"Hmm?" Dave tilted his head. "What was that?"

"What was what?" He fiddled with his hands nervously. "I-I don't know what you mean."

"Really?" He gently brushed his fingers over his ribs, watching him carefully. "You hurt?"

"No!" John pushed his hand away, a smile on his face. "S-sorry, I'm a bit ticklish."

"A bit?" Dave smirked, eyes gleaming behind his shades.

"Ah...yeah, a bit." He didn't like the look he was (probably) giving him.

"You sure, Egbert?" He moved in until their noses were almost touching. "D-Dave?" John squeaked. "Wha-what are you doing?"

"Testing something." Dave suddenly tickled his highest ribs, a concentrated look on his face.

"Dahahave!" he giggled, grabbing his hand. "Cut it ohohout!"

"Stop moving, you're throwing me off." His second hand moved under his chin.

"Oh! Ahahaha!" John shivered, nose scrunching up. "St-stohohohop, it tihihihihickles!"

Oh my god, so cute.

"Does it?" Dave smirked again. "Breathe, dude, breathe. You're turning blue." He nodded to his blue shirt.

"Noooo!" he whined, then fell onto his back. "Haha...ha..." He looked up at him, smiling. "What was that for?"

"Pranking me. And I'm not done." He slipped his hands under his shirt, tickling his bare stomach.

"DAHAHAHAHAVE!" John shouted, dropping his hands in defeat. "OKAY, OKAHAHAHAY! I GIVE!"

"So what if you give, it doesn't mean I'm just gonna stop." Dave growled as his shades were knocked off his face. "Oh, you've done it now."

"Dahahave?" He barely caught a glimpse of his eyes before the shades came back on, and the tickling resumed. "AH, SHIT! DAHAHAHAHAHAVE!"

"Let me show you something Bro used to do to me when I was a lot younger." A faint blush dusted across his cheeks from the memory. "Something tells me you'll like it."

"Wait, what?! Dave, no!" John shrieked as his shirt was lifted up. "Don't you dare! No! No rasp-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He pounded on the bed with his fists, laughing his head off. "FUHUHUHUCK, STOHOHOHOHOP!"

"Had enough?" Dave looked up from blowing raspberries.

"YES, PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAN'T BREATHE, DAHAHAHAVE!" He went limp, deciding there was nothing left he could do except take it.

"Just a little longer." He ALMOST smiled at the squeal that came from him as he poked his belly button. "You sound like you're dying."

"HEEHEEHEE, I AM!" John finally grabbed his hands, panting heavily. Tears were running down his cheeks, and his face was completely flushed. "I'm...I'm sorry about the bucket," he wheezed.

"I wasn't actually mad." Dave yelped as their positions were reversed.

"Give...give me a moment." After he caught his breath, he grinned down at him evilly. "Don't think I won't get you back."

"I'm not ticklish," he deadpanned.

"Liar."

"Am not. Ah, Johohon!!" Dave let out an un-manly scream as his hands slipped under his arms.

"Dude, I barely touched you." Then John attacked.

"Pfft- NONONONOHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He bucked his hips, pushing at his shoulders. "STOHOHOHOP, DAMMIT! I'LL KILL YOHOHOHOHOU!"

"Stop? Hmm...I remember me saying that, but you didn't. So I'm not going to." He gave him a short break, then leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Dave."

"Eee!" He scrunched his shoulders, cursing the fact that he even had ticklish ears.

"Tickle," John whispered softly, watching him squirm. "Tickle tickle."

"Johnnnn," Dave whined, trying to move his head.

"What's wrong? Are you ticklish? Are your little ears ticklish?" He took his ear between his teeth, nibbling gently. "How about now?"

"OH MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD!" He screamed in laughter, shaking his head. "THAHAHAHAHAT'S GAY, YOU KNOHOHOHOHOW!"

"I am NOT a homosexual," John pouted. "Oh, don't want to break these." He removed his shades as he dug his thumbs into his hips harshly. He was so cute and oh my god did he just snort?

"JESUS!" Dave's eyes flew open for a short moment, revealing bright red orbs. Then they squeezed shut again.

"Is that why you wear those dorky shades?" John asked. "To hide your pretty eyes?"

"NAHAHAHAHAHAT PRETTY!" he protested, laughter going silent after his hips and ears were attacked at the same time. "EGBERT!" he tried to shout, only producing a wheezing sound instead.

"Had enough?" he asked, moving away from his ears. The blonde nodded frantically. "Well...okay!" And he finally stopped for good.

Dave lay there, giggling slightly as he rubbed at his skin to get the residue tingly feelings to go away. "Oh-oh god." He wiped at his reddened face, which was streaked with tears. "Thahat was so bahahad."

"Come on, it wasn't THAT bad." John grinned cheekily.

"That-that's because yohohou probably like being tihihickled," he gasped.

"What?! I-I don't like it!" he protested. "You're just being stupid!"

"Could've...fought harder to get away from me," Dave pointed out.

"You're reading too much into it!" John exclaimed, then burst into giggles as his sides were rapidly pinched. "Okahahay, I admit it! I lihihike being tihihickled! It's fuhuhun!" He collapsed on top of him with a smile. "Happy now?"

"Very." He put his shades back on.

"Come on, man." He took them off and held them out of his reach. "I like your eyes, really. Why do you hide them?"

"They're weird," Dave mumbled.

"Come on, they're beautiful," John said without thinking. "U-um." He wracked his brain for a way to deflect his embarrassment. "You're wearing the shades I gave you."

"So?" He crossed his arms. "You said they might be more ironic."

"Do you...only wear these now? Why don't you wear the pointy ones anymore?" He set them down.

"Because these came from you," Dave grumbled.

"Dave..." John closed his eyes, thinking. "Dave," he said again. "I'm not gay, but..." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against his.

"Mmm." He wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. "John," he murmured as he pulled away.

"I love you," he squeaked. "I'm sorry."

"I know." Dave smiled, not in a cocky way. "Me too."

"But I'm not gay," John added.

"You're queer as a football bat." He poked him in the stomach, making him giggle. "Admit it."

"Maybe only for you." He snuggled against his chest. "I don't want you to leave."

"I don't want me to leave, either." Dave stroked his hair gently.

"Then stay here," John whispered.

"Wh-what?" He blinked. "Stay here with you?"

"No more Smuppets," he pointed out. "More time for irony. And you have me."

"I'll think about it," Dave sighed. "I love you."

"I love you too, ruby eyes." John fell asleep on top of him, his soft snores filling the air.

"Night, Egderp." He fell asleep too, tired out from everything that had happened earlier.

#my fics #tickle fic #Homestuck #John Egbert #Dave Strider #JohnDave #DaveJohn #I love these dorks help