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PAIRING: FOREST GOD VIDAR! BAKUGOU X ELF! READER

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A/N: proud to finally be able to share with you guys my submission for Touch of Divine Rush Collab by @dark-mnjiro, i love Norse Mythology and had lots of fun writing this one so i hope you enjoy my little knowledge dump plus my interpretation of what Vidar’s journey would look like after Ragnarök

i also made a GLOSSARY to help you understand some of the terms and old Nordic language used without the need of researching it yourselves, please enjoy and tysm for reading!

The air felt thick as ash rained down upon the battle grounds, the remnants of the wrath from the towering flames of the fire giant evident all around as the silent god took in his surroundings. His foot still perched atop Fenrir’s fiery jaw as he looked down at the mangled wolf, a sharp pain making itself known on his palm when adrenaline started to subside from his body. Noticing one of Fenrir’s fangs pierced into his right hand where he held the beast’s jaw open seizing it before bracing his lower foot, adorned with his magical leather shoe, against its lower jaw and tearing it apart as the prophecy intended. Successfully avenging his father, Odin, after his journey ended being devoured by the foul monster.

Bakugou could barely see a few feet around him, the sky burned black as the flames reached all the way up to the stars, consuming them as not even the cosmos could evade their fate of being swallowed by the sea. Ragnarök, the final battle, had finally progressed to its final phase. And as the world burns in flames, Bakugou couldn't help but to inhale the stinging smoke around him, feeling it stain his lungs as he closed his eyes towards the black sky.

Clearing his head from the chaos that surrounds him, beginning to feel the icy touch of Helheim against his scorching skin as he calls upon the forces of nature whom he trusted the most to guide him through this new journey.

Silence.

A small smile adorned the god’s features as he accepted his fate, although destined to survive the destruction, he found it hard to believe in prophecies when the rumbling of the ocean’s hunger was making the ground beneath his feet tremble as it started to sink into the depths of the unknown. But the silence in his ears reassured him that he will once again rule over a regenerated earth.

Silence had been Bakugou’s strongest companion, known as the silent god for he desired nothing more than to be left alone to rule the forests who were bound by close ties to him where nothing but solitude and deep silence reigned. And his desires would soon be answered as droplets of water began to slowly quench his stained skin, the god’s deep vermilion irises fluttering open as the skies poured down on him. The flames around him began to die down as the sea rumbled again and Bakugou mentally kicked himself for doubting the Norn’s prophecy as their words echoed in his head.

“Early begun.”

“Further spun.”

“One day done.”

“With joy once more won.”

Ragnarök wasn't the complete end of the world. Out of the sea, the earth started to rise again, new and filled with all shades of green where fields of grains soon began to grow without the hand of any god, human or elf to aid it. A new sun shined down upon the fresh world, and soon a new moon would follow suit as they both traveled the same path as their ancestors and returned to their old lawful regularity to keep earth from seeing the darkness of Ragnarök ever again.

The surviving gods met at Ithavoll, once again a safe place for the gods to regather themselves as they built a new city and joined forces to bring earth back to its original splendor. But after a while, once the tasks at hand were complete and life on earth was once again restored, Bakugou left Ithavoll to take his throne in Landvidi, the wide lands.

Where his glorious palace eagerly waits for his return, decorated with large green boughs and only the most delicate of flowers in the midst of an impenetrable primeval forest where he could peacefully reign among the silence of the trees. Where anyone who dared disturb his silence, will receive no mercy and awaken the same mighty god that tore Fenrir’s devilish jaws with his bare hands. Soon, everyone across the realm knew better than to enter the forests uninvited, for all who entered were never to be seen again.

All except one.

Ever since you were a child, your mother would warn you to never go near the woods just off the threshold of Alfheim, the land of the elves. Hearing stories and tales of how those who had crossed were turned into corpses and left to rot by the border as a warning or were never to be heard from again.

Tales of giant man-eating beasts that would starve themselves and wait patiently for whatever ignorant soul dared set foot into their territory. Some would even say that the surviving dragons resided deep within the monstrous shadows of the tall trees, that reached so far up into the sky that no daylight could seep through. Blood-thirsty bees and spiders that would drain their victims of their blood to the very last drop, leaving them nothing but a mess of bones and dried flesh for the forest soil to consume.

And those who managed to avoid such terrible fate and considered themselves lucky enough to reach deep within the forest to find the triumphant god’s palace in search of hidden treasures that only the remaining son of Odin could possess, would only be left wishing they would have died at the claws of the forests beasts, for they imagine their death would've been quicker compared to the merciless torture the retired god would greet them with before watering his rare carnivorous plants with their blood and feeding them their remains to keep them hungry for more.

But you would argue the opposite.

The forest has always been kind to you, ever since you first stepped foot inside of it, back when you were just a small elf beginning to learn the elven ways of magic and strayed a little too far off the border in search of kalonji, a white-petaled flower that only grew near the thresholds of the forest and was a necessary component for brewing medicine due to the healing properties of its seeds.

But by the time you finished collecting the rare flowers, you had already entered the forest and had no idea on how to return home. The warnings of your mother started to echo inside your head as panic began to settle in the more you looked around and the vast forest seemed to appear the same no matter which direction you faced. Sinking to your knees as tears started to cascade down your cheeks, dropping the basket of flowers beside you as you buried your face in your hands waiting for whatever horrid fate that would end your sorrows.

Your choked sobs and sniffles were certain to attract one of the many beasts your mother had told you about, but when you started to hear the ruffling of leaves in steady steps getting closer, you never imagined coming face to face with one of the most beautiful creatures you had ever laid eyes on.

A white stag with the most piercing red eyes stared down at you warily. Large, majestic antlers adorned the sides of his head, resembling the leafless branches of the winter trees, as he cautiously smelled around you, taking in your scent while your cries died down in your throat as you stared up in awe at the towering giant. His large hooves were the size of your head, and his long legs were taller than you as you took in their size while he circled around you before settling on your opposite side.

Taking one last whiff of you before turning his snout towards your basket, inhaling the rich aroma of the kalonji before gently stealing one. Raising his head to stand tall in all his glory as he looks around whilst he eats it. You reached over and grabbed a flower as well, bringing it up to your nose to take in its bitter notes within its subtle floral fragrance before presenting it to the stag. To which he happily accepted as he lowered his neck towards you once again, taking your offering before beginning to walk past you and into the trees, stopping momentarily to look back at you only to find you already at his side as you two made your way through the extensive forest.

You were unsure of where the stag was leading you, but you figured that sticking by his side would be better than waiting alone for the icy souls of Hel to take you. Taking in the vibrant colors of the forest as you found it hard to believe that so much beauty could hold such terrors, but you weren't going to remain present long enough to see it for yourself.

Along the way you encountered small white wood aster and yellow trout lilies that also possessed many medicinal benefits, taking some and putting them inside your basket for later while your started to carefully weave their small branches together, although your inexperienced hands were still clumsy, you still managed to keep all the flowers secure until finally closing it into a circlet. You've been so distracted with the flower crown in your hand that you hadn't noticed the stag had led you back to the threshold of the forest, being aware of your location once he stopped a few feet away from the treeline where you could see the busy city of Alfheim just past the bushes.

Excited that you were going to be able to return home safely, you thank the stag as he looks down at you, giving you what felt like a nod before turning his body to leave. But stopping in his tracks when you ask him to wait as he gives you a confused look, watching as you walk up to him and offer him the crown you'd been building the whole path back. Those piercing vermilion eyes softening as he stares back down into your eager ones before lowering himself to your height, presenting you the top of his head while being careful not to hurt you with his antlers as you gently place the flower crown between them.

The different shades of yellow and green contrasting from his unique white fur beautifully as you feel his cold nose poke the side of your cheek before leaving a long wet lick on it, making you giggle before waving him off as you make your way down the hill and back to the city whilst he disappears back into the deep forest.

And ever since, each time you've gone to collect more kalonji, you'd find small and rather odd gifts near the flowers. Sometimes it would be random objects like polished stones and crystals, pretty feathers of all colors and sizes, and even sharp teeth that you could only imagine belonged to a creature far larger than those of these lands.

But mostly, you'd find only the rarest of flowers placed neatly upon the grass, looking so out of scenery as they wait for your arrival against the green fields. Flowers that you couldn't even begin to name since you'd never seen any others quite like them. Some would possess the most vibrant colors your eyes had ever seen, and others would have the most fragrant aromas to carry them despite their subdued appearance. Whatever the case, you'd always look forward to the little presents that awaited you on each journey to the border, and back then you were always so curious as to who could be leaving them for you to find at such opportune times.

But now, nearly a vicennial of winters later, you still look forward to the same little surprises, only now you are well aware of who is responsible for leaving such treasures.

Making your way past the same threshold, you walk through the dense trees you've grown so accustomed to. Ever since that eventful day, the forest has always been kind and welcoming to you. Presenting you with an abundance of the same exotic flowers you would find when you were little, showing you paths filled with the same rare and delicate crystals you'd receive on occasions, and even the few animals you've had the fortune of meeting on your different journeys have grown a liking to you.

But your reason to return to this forest always remained the same.

Landvidi possessed only the most beautiful of landscapes, filled with the highest trees and tallest branches in the realm, lush vegetation and fresh flowers. Past the high grasslands, in the heart of the forest known as The Hall of Landvidi, is where the silent god’s palace is located. Surrounded by an even greater portion of earth’s natural beauty that paints a picture of solitude, for no being other than the retired warrior god could reach.

And as the protector of these lands, filled with ambition and strength, he is determined to ensure it remains that way. He has seen what destruction is like, lived it himself during the great battle of the destruction of the cosmos and all that lived within them, and will stop at nothing to keep the peace.

Bakugou is the strongest of the gods, following Thor, and after fulfilling his fate as an avenger and brave warrior, his rebirth after Ragnarök symbolizes sustainability and regrowth. Being the only god known to be tied with nature, as most gods were connected to the sea through Heimdall, the watchman of the gods, Bakugou had always felt his soul to be more at peace within the wide lands. And even though he swore to never allow any trespassers into his territory, ever since he heard your cries all those winters ago, something within him told him you'd be the exception.

As you descend down the stoned path towards the small tunnel under the large oak trees, you take in a deep breath when the soft breeze hits your skin, the tunnel is formed by the widened crowns of the trees that spread and reached the branches of the oak trees on the opposite side, creating a beautiful passage towards the hidden waterfall ahead.

From the oak branches, bellflowers of all colors hanged down decorating the path with a mesmerizing view. You reached up and collected some of the violet-blue flowers, making sure to grab several of their leaves as well. Although their petals had a mild taste, the leaves can be quite refreshing, and you knew the one you seeked would enjoy them.

Securing them inside your basket next to the fresh apples you'd collected from your orchard, you resumed your way down the oak passage as the sound of the waterfall filled your ears. The Querencia Waterfall is the most beautiful of all the waterfalls in Landvidi, located just at the entrance of The Hall a few miles from the palace. It's the only waterfall in the land that’s so high, when the sun is at its peak some of its rays seep through the tall crowns of the oak trees, forming rainbows that look like they're cascading down along with the stream when they capture the water.

Surrounded by ancient willow trees, the lake where it pools contains powerful waters filled with passion and love from the root of the weeping willows that are believed to provide a nourishing embrace of fertility and healing. These were the only willow trees in all of Landvidi, after Ragnarök they became quite rare to find throughout the realms, so you were astonished when the white stag brought you here on one of your visits. Welcoming you into the water to bathe while he feasted on some of the exotic flowers that floated around different areas of the lake.

You smiled to yourself as you think back on that day, remembering how nurturing the water felt around your body for the first time as its magic began to absorb into your skin. Your heart swelling when you recall feeling something being placed atop your head, only to find the stag adorning your hair with the water hyacinths he collected, rounding them on your head by tangling them with strands of your hair to the best of his abilities until it formed a circlet as his own way of thanking you for the crown you gave him on your first encounter.

You've been coming to Querencia ever since to meet with the stag, bringing him only the freshest fruits from your orchard and collecting flowers from the forest on your journeys to make more crowns for him as a thank you for all the treasures he leaves on the threshold for you. Sometimes he'd wait for your arrival near the berry bushes just off the edge of the forest and escort you through the wide lands filled with birch trees where many wildflowers favor growing near their roots so you can collect them. Other times, you venture into the forest at first daylight and wait for him in the water.

Today was one of those days as you reach the willow trees closest to the waterfall, settling your basket down near its roots as you begin to strip your garbs, folding them by the basket before entering the water.

Submerging yourself deeper as the warm water sinks into your skin, the soft current wraps you in a state of tranquility whilst you absorb its properties before soon enough you spot the majestic antlers of the white stag. Smiling when you meet his gaze, noticing how his doe eyes seem to light up when he meets yours before entering the water with you, gracefully making his way towards you as water splashes around him from the force of his hooves. Giggling when he presses his wet nose against yours before lowering his soft furred forehead to your damped one. Something that had become a habit when greeting each other.

“God morgon, you came rather quickly today!”, you whisper against him as you greet him in the old language.

Although the old tongue was not commonly used anymore after the great destruction, you noticed you get a reaction from the stag when using some of the old words, almost as if he understood them better than the modern tongue.

“I brought you something!”, you eagerly tell him, causing his ears to perk up at your announcement as you lift yourself from the water and start walking back towards the willow roots where you left your basket, the stag sauntering alongside you.

Watching as you open your basket to reveal the shiniest of apples, his tongue dragging against his snout at the sight as he leans forward to eat one when you offer it to him, knowing your orchard produced some of the juiciest and most delicious ones in the realm after you watered them with the water you'd collected from the Querencia river. Offering him the bellflower leaves next as he accepted them and eating one yourself before diving back into the water.

Fully submerging yourself as the stag followed suit, his smooth white fur now a light gray as it clung to him, droplets of water dripping from his antlers and falling against your skin when he circled closer for you to hold on to him as you swam together.

This was your usual routine on the days you'd meet on the waterfall, bathing together and feeding each other different fruit and flowers you'd bring to one another until the sun would start to disappear behind the mountains, indicating it was time to return home before nightfall. Currently seated on his back while he paraded you around the lake while eating some of the fruits on the bushes near the waterfall, sighing as you wished the stag could communicate with you further, even though you already communicated in your own unique way, exchanging gazes and gifts, and sharing intimate moments such as these that many would thought impossible to be as close to a rare white stag as you are with this one, you still wished he could speak sometimes and be able to tell you stories from the forest he knew so well.

“I wished you could speak to me”, you express as you rest your head against his neck, feeling the patches of hair beginning to fluff up from the breeze hitting his back where you laid. Ceasing his chewing at the sound of your voice as his ears flick at your words, turning his head to the side to look at you before softly snorting while rattling his antlers to signal you to alight and join him in the water again, to which you comply as you sink back in and circle him until you're facing him again.

Smiling when he presses his cold wet nose against your stomach, snuffling up the center of your chest while leaving gentle licks on your skin before reaching your neck to nuzzle his jaw there as your hands pet along his broad shoulders and trailing them up his slender neck. He gives your side another lick before stepping back a few steps further from you as you stare back at him confused. Unsure of his behavior since he has never done this before when bathing together.

But just as you begin to approach him again, you stop when the water around him changes its movements, once a steady stream now rapidly swirling with such force you could feel it pull you in closer. Trying your best to steady yourself in the water to swim away but as quickly as it came it dissipated, the water returned to its peaceful flow as if nothing had changed. Except now the white stag was no longer there, and in his place stood a man you'd never seen before.

A tall blonde with a strong physique of that of a warrior, adorned with battle scars and tattoos of old nordic runes on his chest traveling all the way down his abdomen and disappearing below his waist submerged in the water that you couldn't quite make out from your position. Rows of different stone necklaces, identical to the ones you gifted the stag a few winters back embellished his neck and a circlet of flowers sat atop his ash locks, the same crown of flowers you had placed on the stag not so long ago when you were riding him.

You stood there frozen in place, still confused as to what had happened to the stag that was just standing before your eyes mere moments ago. Snapping out of your daze when the man started to come closer to you, water rippling around him with each step, similar to when the stag enters the water and it splashes from the might of his hooves. The man stopped in front of you as you peered up at him, the sun seeping through the trees hitting his chiseled face to reveal his piercing vermilion eyes.

The same pools of red that you'd recognize anywhere, the eyes staring back at you were the ones of the stag, eyes you'd look forward to seeing everyday when you woke up, a deep crimson you'd come to find in all things that reminded you of the stag, in the ripe apples of your orchard that he loved so much, in the rare red lilies that only bloomed during the early times of spring in the valley near the waterfall, in the polished pyropes stones he’d bring you every late winter and now in the body of a man whose presence felt familiar the more you took in the energy around him.

He smiled when he noticed everything beginning to make sense to you when your widened eyes began to soften.

“Elskan mín”, his voice low but eager as he wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up to spin you around in the air, causing you to secure your arms around his neck while laughing before holding you close to him. Wet skin pressed against each other while strong arms keep you close as your legs instinctively wrap around his center.

Lowering your face towards him to nudge your nose against his before pressing your foreheads together, just like you would with the stag only now his nose is warm and the dampness of his forehead matches yours.

“How come you hadn’t done this earlier?”, your eyes searching his as you notice him peering at your lips while you speak before meeting your curious gaze again.

“Didn’t want to scare you away”, he answers simply whilst pressing kisses along your jaw sporadically.

“Why now then?”, you push while allowing your digits to travel up and down his nape, tangling with his hair.

“It just felt right”, he whispers while fondling one of your braids with the charms of your mother, she had removed them from her locks and secured them in yours before passing so you could have a piece of her with you when she could no longer be present in body but carry on in soul and spirit.

His hand traveled down to your shoulder where old nordic runes adorned your skin as well, only yours possessed sacred sigils of the old elven folklore, while his runes were of a time before Ragnarök. Which made you wonder if this was the retired god of vengeance everyone was so wary of, he evidently possessed the powers of one and if anyone was to allow the welcoming treatment the forest has presented you with all these years, it was him.

You reach for the hand still tracing the runes on your skin to cradle it in yours as you turn it so his palm could be facing you, whilst he watched as you inspected his hand. Smiling again when you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, almost able to see the ripples of electricity in your head as you put all the details together, a habit of yours that he loved to observe throughout the years since meeting each other.

To Bakugou, out of all the creatures that had stepped foot inside his forest seeking his aid, you were the most beautiful he had ever seen, no flower from his garden could compare to you, and since the day he met you he swore that one day you would become his goddess, and he has remained by your side since, waiting for this exact moment that he'd be able to finally show himself to you and solidify your love.

He watched as you traced the scar on his palm, a reminder of the path he once walked guided by the burdens of fate. Your eyes meet his again when you finally put all the clues together, noticing how he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, and to him you were, for you had become his purpose after no longer having interest in matters of war and retiring to spend eternity within the silence of the wide lands.

“You're him… the silent one”, only receiving a nod in return as more answers arise in your head, but settling on the one that dominated your thoughts the most.

“Why me?”

“It's always been you, elskan mín… and now we are able to seal our love for one another.”

All your questions are melted away when he pulls you towards him and captures your lips in a kiss so fervent that causes your insides to stir with emotion. Only pulling away when the need for air becomes inescapable as you pant against each other's lips.

“I’ve waited so long to do that”, he exhales while making his way towards the shore with you still secured in his arms.

The fresh spring breeze hitting your skin when you leave the comfort of the water makes you shiver, a small hint of winter still present in the air as the forest was still transitioning from the stabbing cold into the warm energetic glow that this season brought along with it.

Your nipples pebbling at the loss of heat from the god’s body when he sets you down on the soft clearing of moss and wildflowers under the tallest willow tree. Something that doesn't go unnoticed by him as he peers down at you, now able to openly devour you with his eyes whilst you lay under him, strong tatted arms caging you between them as he lowers himself to capture your lips once again.

All the tales of the remaining son of the once All-Father were of his brash and merciless demeanour, ones that were bound to inflict fear upon anyone that heard them, but all those stories drifted into distant whispers of the wind the more you got lost in him. His touch was firm yet delicate, something that would seem impossible for his physique with such imposing structure, but it was possible. His touch was filled with love and spoke the words his voice failed to express. And only now that his lips trailed open-mouthed kisses along your skin, is that it becomes evident to you the extent of said love as you look back on all the years you've spent together.

Courting the other in the shape of flowers, stones and apples, in a dance of mighty passion that led to this exact moment as he settled himself between your legs, positioning your thighs above his broad shoulders whilst his fingers traced informal shapes on them. His eyes fixated on the tuft of hair above your cunt as he sinks down to bury his nose in it, inhaling your scent as you watch his eyes darken from finally being able to delve in the thing he craved the most after so long.

Maroon eyes meeting yours while his lips follow the trail of hair down towards your sensitive lips, the feel of his hot breath alone making you clench around nothing as you watch him hover above your cunt, puckering his lips so a long strip of spit falls from them and lands on your clit. Watching as it slides through your folds before pressing his tongue flat on your entrance and licking all the way up to your clit, repeating the action as he falls into rhythm. Feeling yourself get increasingly wetter with each swipe of his tongue while your chest starts to rise and fall unevenly.

Getting lost in the pleasure as your hips begin to buck when his tongue focuses on your clit, circling it before rapidly flicking against it causing something to ripple inside of you. He wraps his lips around the sensitive bud while his eyes look up in awe at the way you arch into him, your cries unleashing the might in him that had been forgotten for centuries as he sucks on your clit with more vehemence, needing to hear you sing for him louder.

Increasing his movements as he begins to suck on your folds, the feeling of his lips messily fondling with yours sends chills across your skin as you slowly rock your hips along with him. Your hands reach for his where they rest on your hip bones as he easily opens them for you to tangle your fingers with his whilst he continues to increasingly devour your cunt. The wet smacking sounds of his lips clashing with the ones of the waterfall as you feel yourself get closer and closer to your release.

The sweet taste of your fluids on his tongue drove Bakugou into a frenzy, lapping and eating your cunt while whined grunts resonated from deep in his chest, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. Arching deeper into his touch as wanton moans escape your lips, white spots clouding your vision when he buries his face further into your cunt, nose rubbing on your clit while he drinks every last drop of your release, not stopping until he gets his fill.

Parting from your cunt once your whines die down into heavy breaths, face stained with your fluids that he pays no mind to as he dives back in to place a tender kiss against your clit before trailing up to the tuft of hair, savoring your scent as he buries his nose in them again and runs his lips against them. Pulling your hairs between them, the slight tug making you peer down at him as you meet his eyes, filled with love and adoration mixed with something else, something more sinister and hungrier that hasn't been sated completely.

Watching as he presses a kiss to your hairs as well before continuing to trail them up your abdomen, never breaking eye contact as he reaches the valley of your breast. His hands untangle from yours as they glide against your sides to cup your boobs, shaking them in his grasp before capturing one of your pert nipples in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it while he sucks them harder and slowly pulls back until it flicks out of his mouth with a wet slurp, to then switch and give the other nipple the same treatment. Alternating between both breasts as your whines encouraged him on, not stopping his ministrations until your chest was swollen and overstimulated, almost making you reach your climax once again but pulling away to edge you on as he continued to lay kisses against your chest before moving towards your neck.

Shifting from tender to ravenous when he starts to mark your skin with his teeth, nipping across your throat until settling where your neck meets your shoulder. Feeling his tongue drag against your skin followed by a sloppy kiss before his teeth scrape your delicate skin, your cunt clenching in anticipation as you wait for him to finally give in to his desires.

Bakugou could hear his heart beat loudly inside his ears as he began to sink his teeth in you, pressing down until the skin gave away against his force, the rush of blood drowning his taste buds making the loud beating cease into silence as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

The mighty god had left the path of war behind a long time ago, but one's nature can’t be so easily avoided as the craving for disaster and vengeance haunted him at times from a period where the blood of his enemies would quench his skin, finding its way to his lips, reminding him what victory tastes like.

So as the savory metallic taste pours down his throat, he can't contain the groan that escapes him as a chill runs down his spine making him grind against you whilst your sweet cries pull him from his silence. Withdrawing from your skin to lap up the remaining rush of blood before cradling your face in his hand, holding your jaw firmly as he presses his lips to yours. Kissing you with such might you feel he could almost devour you through the kiss as the taste of your own blood mixing with each other's spit sends you both in a trance as you continue savoring it.

Bucking your hips to grind against his cock as his hips follow suit, beads of precum mixing with your arousal as he rubs his length between your folds whilst his tongue tangles with yours. Too engrossed in the kiss to pull away, you sneak your hand between your bodies and guide his cock to align with you as he slowly begins to sink into your cunt. The stretch of his cock sends a hot wave of pleasure down your back as your cunt sucks him in further, inch by inch as your fingers curl around ash blonde strands.

Your breaths become labored as you part from each other, lips swollen and red as he fully sinks into your warmth. The grip from your silken walls forces him to brace himself as he places his arms next to your head to keep himself from collapsing when he feels his thighs twitch. Pressing his forehead to yours when his hips start to rock into you, slow and steady at first before gradually increasing his thrusts into a brutal pace that drives both of you into a babbling mess.

Your wetness gushing messily, soaking the untamed strands of ash hair on his pelvis as they bounce against your own, before dribbling onto your skin causing it to spread in sticky strands every time his hips part from yours to snap against them again. Strangled moans mixing with the sloppy sounds of your bodies as the sensations become overwhelmingly good.

Tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you look up at him, trying your best to answer him when he asks you to tell him how good it feels between the curses in old tongue and heavy grunts that escape him. Responding to what feels like incoherent babbles as your mind melts away the more he pounds into your sloppy pussy.

Bakugou could feel his balls twitch as he neared his release, but he needed you to come undone with him and make an even greater mess on his cock for him. Shifting his weight on one arm while the other gives your breast a quick tug before reaching between your bodies as he starts drawing quick circles against your clit with his thumb. Sending an electric shock of pleasure through your body as your breath gets stuck in your throat before you start coming apart.

Squeezing around him hard as a flow of arousal gushes between your bodies as it stains both of you and leaks down into the soil beneath you. Your walls clenching around him mixed with the obscene sounds coming from your pussy sending him over the edge as well as he buries his cock to the hilt, filling you up as the hand on the side of your head tangles with your hair when yours tug harder at the one on his nape.

The tears finally spilling from your eyes as hot - impossibly hot - globs of creamy cum spill against your sultry cunt, searing your insides as you find yourself never wanting this moment to end, wishing to always be plugged full of the vengeful gods mighty cum. Feeling the final pulses of his cock inside you as his head falls down against your shoulder, smiling to yourself between heavy breaths at the wet feel of his ecstasy filled tears smearing against your skin but choosing not to say anything as he fully allows his weight on top of your whilst your arms wrap around him.

Giggling at the soft lips pressing feather-light kisses on the side of your neck as they slowly trail up towards your lips, capturing them in a gentle kiss while his fingers caress your scalp where he previously had a grip on your hair.

A cold breeze pulls you both from your trance as the rustling of the willow tree above you fills your ears, once again reminding of the remnants from the harsh winter as goosebumps erupt from your skin. You notice how the waterfall no longer has a rainbow flowing through it, indicating that the sun has already begun to set, and you need to return home quickly.

You've never stayed in the forest long enough to see nightfall, and the stag would always make sure to escort you back to the treeline safely before sunset, but today time had slipped from your hands and you began to worry. Bakugou is quick to notice your concern as he wraps his arms around your center to hold you close, burying his head in the crook of your neck again and taking a deep breath as he inhales your warm scent.

“I have to leave”, you remind him but still reciprocate his actions by wrapping your arms around him again as you also hated the idea of having to depart from this moment.

“Stay”, he whispers against your skin followed by a swipe of his tongue against the dried blood around the punctures on your neck.

“There is nowhere for us to st-”, you began to dissent, but the forest god silenced you by quickly pulling you into a kiss once more. Grin on his features that you couldn't help but smile in return despite your disapproving eyes.

“I want to show you something”, he guides your legs to wrap around his waist before rising from the ground with you secured in his arms as he carries you through a path of the forest you hadn't explored before. The sun was already halfway past the mountains, making it hard to see, but just as you were about to express your concerns to him, a light in the corner of your eye caught your attention. A small blinking light followed by another until an entire cloud of dancing lights was illuminating your path.

After Ragnarök, it was rare to catch a glimpse of certain insects, fireflies being one of them, so seeing so many in one place had your jaw slack as you watched how they gracefully danced under the upcoming moonlight whilst they guided you through the forest.

Bakugou kept walking through the field of thinning willow trees that started to morph into magnificent maple trees that even with only the dim light of the fireflies, you could vividly see their vibrant colors. These acer trees had also become a rarity after the great destruction, and the analgesic in their bark was of high command to aid as a remedy for some illnesses, which made you wonder why he hadn't shown you this part of the forest before. The stag had always granted you access to all the rare medicinal flora found in these lands so you found it odd that he kept this area hidden from you.

Your confusion only grew more as you made your way deeper into the darker trails of the maples, where the path seemed to end by a sealed corridor blocked off with an impenetrable wall of large roots and maple leaves.

“Blómi”, you hear Bakugou whisper as the sound of creaking wood follows, watching as the roots begin to untangle from each other and the leaves falls to the ground revealing a path of lit stones descending into a large garden with a great abundance of flowers, leading towards a large structure.

Your jaw fell slack again, as you wouldn't have imagined that this is where the silent god kept his palace, nor that such a vibrant area filled with such sublime greatness of nature could be hidden amid the sacred gloom of the maples. Bakugou couldn't help but smile as he carried you through his garden whilst you stared in complete enchantment, filled with joy that he could finally share his greatest treasures with you.

The inside of the palace was equally as marvelous as the outside and had a beautiful golden fountain at the very center with small creeks that led to other corridors of the palace, ones you couldn't wait to explore once daylight came again. As for now, the mighty god was still carrying you towards what you could only imagine were his chambers as he ascended the grand staircase near the main entryway. Revealing an archway adorned with flowy white curtains that led inside his bedchamber where he set you down on the spacious bed at the center of the room. The bedding was soft and cozy as you sink deeper into the comfort of them, noticing how the moon sat perfectly above the palace where you had a clear view through the sunroof above the bed.

“Hí, elska”, you heard Bakugou whisper next to you, offering you a coconut shell filled with water.

“Takk!”, you smile while grabbing the shell and drinking from it, finishing its contents before settling back down on the bed as a yawn escapes you, sleep finally catching up to you after such a fulfilling day. Settling against his chest whilst Bakugou worked his fingers through some of the tangles bathing earlier might have caused.

“God natt, ásynja mín”, he boasts, a grin spreading at your widened eyes looking up at him.

“Ásynja?”, you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly to which he only nods in return as you match his smile.

“Yes, ásynja mín, for everything I own is now yours as well”, he adds while nodding towards the room, confirming that he meant the palace and everything within his forest was now yours to rule alongside him for eternity.

And you couldn't be happier as you drift off to sleep against the god’s chest, neither could him as he placed a gentle kiss against your forehead before peering up at the moon. Asking his father if he was watching as he finally found the one with whom his soul delights in after many years of hard battles, he has completed the prophecy he set for himself all those winters ago when he met you, now with a content smile as he buried his nose in your head, excited for what the future awaits as the rulers of Landvidi.

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winter blossom (m)

pairing/wc: k.yeosang x reader (10.1k)

genre: alien au, secret relationship

warnings: smut, mentions of murder/injuries, petnames

summary: earth abandoned centuries ago, you travel the cosmos alone. you land on a smaller planet, meeting an exiled dweller that calls himself yeosang.

— part of the ...and it's snowing collab!

Space has always been noisy. Ships riding past you in the low lights, stars sparkling in far away galaxies, the rumbling of your own engines enough to fill what small amount of peace you have alone.

You sit in front of the navigation screen, eyes flicking over the map. You have little fuel left and perhaps you overestimated how much you'll be needing before the next port. It's several hundreds of thousands kilometers away and you barely have enough to make it halfway there. Sure, there's planets in between that you can land at but it's a risk. Most hate humans, hate their existence entirely. Once they see you, you may be taken – either killed or used for parts. You rub your face, looking over your options. You won't make it to the next large port, that's for sure. Waiting out in open space is unreliable – pirates can get to you quicker than a space marshal would.

You groan, a planet close enough for you to land on. One you haven't heard of before.

Elysium.

You glance to the side, typing up the name into your database.

Elysium. Planet primarily consists of thickened forestry and large oceans, similar climate to the planet Earth. Population of three million, ruling under a monarchy. Temperament toward humans is neutral. Climate: Snow.

It ticks off enough boxes for you to decide to land, setting the destination point for Elysium as well as instructions and identification to the port for approval. You grab your telecommunicator and walk off away from the screen, readying yourself to land in the next few days.

“Hey pretty girl,” you walk past the framed photo of your passed cat, pressing your lips on the glass before moving on. Everything is tied down, thankfully, nothing out of place. You jog down the corridor, glancing in each room. All of it is secure since no one has lived in for ages, commotion from prior years of having a crew absolute. It wasn't anything bad for why they left – you all had different ideas on how to make money. Yours was simple, collecting mostly artifacts and lost space junk, getting a heap of coins every now and then. It's a simple life. Alone, yes, but it's fine. Nothing you've haven't grown used to.

After checking all of the rooms you move back into the navigation room, throwing yourself on

the fold up bed you've stored there. You can't remember the last time you slept in your own bed – it's probably been months. Being alone has made you more wary of leaving the room without an attendant. Anything could happen between the distance of your room and here. You'd rather deal with it straight on than wasting precious seconds running toward it. You tuck yourself beneath the sheets, eyes glued to the wide windows showcasing space.

The port is quiet as you land. Ships stationed in several spots, but you only see a few patrollers out and about. You grab your mask and place it over your face, suit already on as you exit the craft. An Elysium, taller than you by almost a foot, comes toward you. You read in the brief biography that they're quite tall in comparison to the average human. That you can clearly see as he stands in front of you. Most of the other traits are the same except for pointer ears, irises a lighter blue. Skin pale and almost translucent, lips a light pink. As if they haven't seen the light of day for ages. His head tilts as he looks down at you, surprised.

“A human on Elysium? I never thought I'd see the day,”

You bow slightly at the guard, holding out your identification and paperwork. “Yes sir. I have all the proper paperwork. I'm here to fuel up before the next stop.”

“Ah, quite far from Candor,” he glances over the paperwork. “It looks in order. Unfortunately for you, we no longer have enough fuel for an aircraft the size of yours.”

“Are you sure? I checked the database to confirm you had the capabilities for fuel and –”

“Oh we do have the capabilities, human,” he nods. “But we've slowed down on our supply since not many land on our port. We can give you fuel, yes, but it will take a few weeks in human time to fuel up that tank enough to get you to the next destination.”

There's nothing else you can do. You take your identification back from him, knowing what you have to ask next.

“Where can I stay while I wait?”

—

You hold the glass in your hand, staring at the seeds swirling in the water. The bartender insisted that it was made for a human's palate, but you almost gagged at the taste. Water this acidic couldn't possibly be water at all. Your helmet and suit rests on the seat next to you. After a quick chat with the guard stationed at the port, and a small device placed beneath your skin, your body is accustomed to the climate of Elysium. You’re all but ungrateful, the heavy material of the suit would only make your stay feel so much longer. Your eyes move to the table, wanted photos seemingly solidified in the glass. Your gaze strays to one in particular.

His presence stood out amongst the fugitives. Hair darker than what you've seen around, eyes staring into yours. His beauty is beyond any of what you've seen so far around here – and that's saying something. Skin covered in … glitter? A birthmark on the left side of his face. Some would say it would lessen his beauty, but it only exemplifies it for you. Your finger traces the outline of his figure, reading the description. It's conveniently in a language you can understand.

Kang Yeosang, Prince of Elysium. Wanted for the murder of the King of Elysium. Bounty set at 4,979,990 Elp.

He is a prince? It makes sense, you can see his commanding aura through the thin paper. But why would he kill the king? You presume it's his relative, father or uncle maybe. You can only snort to yourself, shaking your head. He should have had a maid or butler perform the task if he wanted the throne so desperately. The bounty is high, though. Higher than you've ever seen it. Enough to set you for life and then some.

“He has been forgotten for over a century, human,” A voice pulls you away from the table. You look up, meeting the eyes of another Elysium. His hair is a deep blue, skin covered in bandages. He sits at your table without even a hint of an invitation from yourself, humming. “Neither Elysium high guard or the most elite bounty hunters have been able to find where he resides. This planet has been torn apart for decades. Most have accepted that he is no longer alive. I doubt a human like yourself would be able to find him.”

“Well stranger,” you take another slow sip of your drink, wincing at the taste. “I never said I would be hunting for the forgotten prince and neither do I want to, seeming as he hasn't been found in so long. Trying to read the emotions of a person you don't know doesn't seem to be your strong suit.” You roll your eyes, looking away from him. All you're trying to do is stay under the radar, keep to yourself. Weeks of avoiding unneeded conversation is going to be rough, but you'd rather not start messing up your plan right now with an Elysium that's trying to read your mind.

“You were thinking it, I could tell.” He shrugs.

You narrow your eyes now. Taking the bait surely, you continue, “And how can you read my mind? Is that an ability many of you have? Because it doesn't seem to be working all too well.”

“Ignoring that snide remark of yours, it’s because of your ship,” he glances out the door for a moment. “Before it was just you, there was a whole crew. You were bounty hunters back then, finding lost men and growing. You were quite notorious too, until that crew of yours broke apart. Quite unfortunate now, you could have found the biggest bounty yet if you came here back then.”

“I only deal in antiques now,” you retort. The past is the past. And notorious? You doubt the crew was that popular. Maybe relatively known, but not famous. Just reliable. “And I don't remember seeing you around the port when I was parking.” You would have remembered a face like his. His lips curve at your words, shrugging.

“I'm forgettable. My name is San, by the way,” he holds out his gloved hand. You take it, shaking it. “I'm the owner of this bar, and the man who will be showing you to your room next door.”

“You own both?” Your brow raises.

He nods. “Family business. Whenever you're ready just find me. I’ll be out and about.”

You stare at the lack of clothing in your carry-on bag, knowing you’ll have to go back to your ship soon to grab some more supplies. You rub your face, sinking into the bed. This is exactly what you didn’t want. Familiarity, staying longer than necessary. If the government let you rest on your ship you would have. But instead, you’re stuck in a hotel, waiting impatiently for your fuel. You glance at the door. Secured with makeshift objects you kept on your person, a bell twisted around the doorknob. San insisted that this place is safe, but you’d rather not take the chance. Especially as one of the only humans on this entire planet.

“Hell,” you murmur, looking out the window. The planet is known to be dark at night, which only adds more sense to why their skin glows. You look at the streets, shimmering Elysium walking every which way, bright against the streets. It is beautiful, enough for your eyes to continue to wander, lids growing heavy enough to fall unconscious.

The rattling is what woke you up. You leaned forward almost immediately, fingers reaching for the knife beneath your pillow you took off your plate at dinner. Coming up empty handed, you slide off the bed, hands up slightly. Your eyes barely get a chance to adjust to your dark room, but you see them. Their skin brightens up the room, glowing against the walls. They hold up the knife, crushing it between their fingers. You swallow, shooting a fleeting glance at the door. They stand in between you and your escape. You could jump from the window, but it’s several stories above the ground. You doubt you’d survive the landing. They take a step toward you and your body stiffens.

“What do you want? Elp? Artifacts? I have none, they’re all on my ship.”

They hesitate for a brief moment at your words. “Your ship?” Their voice echoes around the room, smooth and deep. Pretty, despite the circumstances. “You have a ship?”

You curse yourself, nodding slowly. “I do. It has no fuel, so you won’t be able to get anywhere with it.”

“But you have a ship,” they confirm. “You can leave this planet.”

“Is that what you want? What are you, a fugitive?” Their skin's luminescence softens at your words. It's almost enough for you to make out their features. In that brief hesitance, they look eerily familiar. You don't get the chance to look any closer though, skin back to where it was. “I can help you.”

“I need to leave. When will you be free to go?”

Good question. “Maybe a few weeks? They said it'll take a while.” Why the hell are you negotiating with a bright spot? Just as you open your mouth again, they interrupt.

“I will be back.”

They dissipate in front of you in a blink, gone from your sight. You drop your arms, chest throbbing, breaths quick. You stand still for a few more minutes. After realizing that they're truly gone, you drop your hands. The smart thing to do is tell San what happened. But your gut is telling you otherwise. It was strange to say the least. But you can't think of leaving to complain to San about someone who might just be a figment of your imagination in your tired state. You convince yourself as such, moving closer to the door. The bell and other contraptions are still in the same place you left them. You walk back to your bed, a cold metal touching your foot. Glancing down, you see the pile of dust.

The knife they crushed.

—

You soon convinced yourself it was a dream despite the circumstances. The knife could have been fragile. You could have somehow imagined the pile of dust. All of these explanations ignore the feeling in your gut. It dwells. No one has bothered you much for the past few days. A little talk here and there, but most left you alone. San, you've grown to notice, speaks to everyone and anyone around his tavern and hotel. And it seems that everyone knows him well, his loud laugh echoing around every room he's in. It brings you comfort. Enough to hide that sinking feeling.

You sit outside, staring out into the thickened leaves and trees. They're nothing like what you've seen, vines tight, barely any signs of movement. As if it knows you're watching. So still that your gaze moves to the rustling of leaves. You tense, glancing around. No one is out and about. Only you in this area. Just as you begin to stand, you see him.

His hair is long, pulled back from his face with braided strings. His eyes are iridescent, still on yours as he makes his way to you. His movements are elegant, hands tucked into his jacket, hidden from view. There's only one person he could be – the Elysium from your bedroom. As he moves closer, you see it. The birthmark near his eye, extending to his temple. Pretty, but deadly, in these circumstances. He pauses in his movement, noticing your shift of focus.

“You know me,” his voice is softer, hesitance wrapped around each word. “You told me you were a human.”

You can't begin to speak, slowly standing up from your spot. Having the exiled crown prince standing in front of you, especially after all San said about his disappearance. What kind of luck do you have?

“I am.”

His eyes narrow, “Then how do you know me?”

“You are the forgotten one. How could anyone not know you? I –” You glance back. “I don't want to be involved in whatever you're planning.”

“I want to leave the planet.”

“Leave? You've been gone for a century, you could have left anytime you wanted. They forgot about you. Why are you trying to hitch a ride with me? What's your plan?”

He stares at you, silent. Your irritation makes your fear lessen, waiting for his response. He merely sighs, staring at the grass beneath his feet. “Humans have rarely landed on our planet. Each time, they refused to help me. Which is why I am asking you.”

“And why would I help you? If someone caught me, I could be killed. You murdered the king. That's not a petty crime.”

His jaw tightens at the mention of the past. Knowing you very much made a mistake, you backtrack. “I don't know you well enough to listen to what you have to say.”

“So why do you listen to what the others say? Do you know Elysium well at all? Why listen to the words of beings you have never come across? Why not listen to my words?”

You pause, unsure of how to answer. Sure, you can listen to the masses, take their word for it and report that you certainly have seen the lost prince. Or you can keep this quiet, decide on whether you want to save him. The longer he stares and waits for a response, the more you're sure of your decision.

“Did you kill him?” You ask.

“Yes.”

“Did you do it on purpose?”

“Yes.”

“Did you have no other choice?”

“...Yes,” he takes a breath. “If I didn't, more Elysium would have been killed. I had no other choice.”

There is no wavering in his tone. He says it strongly, a furrow of his brow. Lost, maybe hurt. But he is sure.

“Okay,” you glance around. “I will get you out of here. But once we land at the next port, you're gone. And we will pretend none of this happened.”

“I'll follow your words, human.”

“y/n,” you correct. “My name is y/n.”

—

“You’ve been out and about a lot these past few days.”

San glances up from cleaning the glass, leg resting on the edge of the chair. You have avoided him since your encounter with the lost prince. You doubt he can read your mind, mostly, but being around Elysium when you’re hiding the most sought out of them all is not exactly something you’d like to do. Especially since you’re growing a soft spot for San. Another thing you didn’t want to do. Unfortunately for you - he’s too kind not to.

“Am I not allowed to explore the planet I'm inhabiting temporarily?”

He purses his lips, leaning against the arm of the broom between his clothed fingers. “You are, of course. Just strange, the way you’ve been acting. Anytime someone asks where you’ve been, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost. Just what are you hiding, y/n?” His brown lifts, glancing between your eyes. “Or is it best that I not know about it?”

Do you trust him enough to spill what you’ve been hiding? Yeosang has warned you, especially tonight, not to say a word. Out of fear or otherwise. So though San is trustworthy enough, you can’t quite tell him. Not yet, or ever, really. You merely shake your head, and he nods in understanding.

“Fair enough. I hope you keep your radio line open, y/n. I’d hate to lose contact with you.”

You leave the hotel tonight after weeks of staying, petrol finally filled to the brim in your ship. You’ve spent all day filling up your storage with preservatives enough for your long journey and then some. The guard was curious that you had so much, enough for several people. He even inquired as to if you’ve found a life partner on Elysium. You denied it and he only waved you off.

San passes you a small bag of snacks you ordered earlier and you thank him, your hands brushing against each other. The leather encompassing his holds yours for a moment, a small smile on his lips. “There’s a small map in there to an entrance to the docks that no one takes anymore, out of commission. It so happens to be behind your ship, exactly where you parked it. No one would see it since it’s out of view from prying eyes. Someone would advise someone else to take it, using that little pill in that bag. It’ll show whoever it is as someone else temporarily. Not long enough to hang around for hours, but enough. In case, of course.”

He lets go of your hand, smile wavering. “Be safe, y/n. I trust you, even though I haven’t earned your trust yet.”

“San–”

He holds up his hand, shaking his head. “Don’t want to know my friend. Safe travels, keep that radio on. Don’t forget me and call if your journey is too boring, or if you’re tired of him.”

He doesn’t say anything more, grabbing his towel and broom, disappearing into the back of the bar. You grip the bag tightly, grateful that you’ve met him.

–

“It is safe?” Yeosang holds the pill in his hand. You’ve thrown a large coat around his body, the scraps of clothing that he has now not merely enough to make him look like a normal Elysium. The snow does not seem to bother him the way it bothers you, he himself ignoring how the flakes stick to his cheeks. “You’re sure of this?”

“I am,” There’s no need to expand on how or who gave you those pills, exactly. But you think you can trust him. You hope you can. Since he knows what you’re doing, he could have spilled it long ago. But he didn’t, and that’s enough for you.

His soft eyes watch yours. There’s fear of the unknown hidden between the irises, the slow blinks. He has trusted you up to this point. You’re not sure why he decided to grab a random human to help him, but he did, and it’s you. You’ve gotten this far, you wouldn’t betray him. Giving up your life for him is definitely a stretch, but you’d help him in any way you can. And those worried eyes do nothing but make your chest swell. You will help the forgotten prince off this cursed planet. Taking your silence as an answer, he swallows the pill, grabbing the bottle from your hand and drinks the water. You watch him as he stands very still. As if he’s waiting for his death to come. Instead what you see – you can only describe it as magical.

The dark, black hair of his disappears into a lighter blond, softer features hardening, delicate nose changing. Kang Yeosang is nothing like himself. He seems to have shortened in height as well, leveled with you. His eyes stay on yours though, now brown eyes hesitate. Without thinking, you reach out, brushing his wavy hair away from his face. It is not Yeosang in appearance, no, but you can still see him through the disguise. You reach into your pocket, pulling out your small pocket knife, showing him his expression through the reflective metal.

He laughs, shaking his head, “How horrid,” his voice is obscenely deep. Almost obnoxiously so. “What a relief you didn’t want to kill me.”

“I wouldn’t have, you know that,” you roll your eyes.

“I do,” he agrees simply. “Let us go?”

You nod, slipping your fingers into his. He stills for a moment, letting you pull him out from the forest. There’s plenty of people around but none pay attention to either of you. Yeosang’s grip tightens in yours, stiffer as he stands close to you. He hasn’t been around his people in so long, it must be jarring to see them not give him a second glance. Not shame him for what he’s done. You’d like to pick his brain on what he’s feeling right now but you have a task to complete.

You look around, entering the port through the back. It is as San said, no one around, no one to bother the two of you. You quickly open the back door of your ship, ushering him inside. He is a bit hesitant as he stands there, almost forcing you to push him into the ship. He turns to you, eyes widening. “You are not entering?”

“Not back here, I have to go around the front and grab my papers before leaving. I’ll be back.”

You take a step back and he moves a bit forward again, as if to follow you. “Hey, stay in there–”

“You wouldn’t leave me, right?” His words are soft now, the tone of Yeosang’s voice you’ve grown accustomed to. “You would come back?”

You look around, before stepping forward. You hold his face between your hands, “I will not leave you, alright? I am coming back, just give me a few minutes. I’m not lying to you. I promise you this.”

The tension in his shoulders dropped slightly, “Okay. I will hold you to that.” His lips press against the inside of your wrist, stepping back. You quickly move down the ramp, shutting the doors. Ignoring the beating of your heart in your ears, the warming of your face. There’s no time to worry about that now. You have more important things to do, like lie to the guard and smuggle off a fugitive worth more money than you can comprehend.

It’s been a few hours since you’ve left Elysium. You know Yeosang is still on, from the rummaging in the room you told him to stay in. You haven’t entered only to give him privacy. In fact, you haven’t seen him since you closed that ramp. The magic has definitely worn off by now. You did want to check but decided against it. Whatever he’s going through right now you’re letting him process it slowly. Hopefully carefully, knowing you have valuables in the room he’s staying in.

You sit at the control table, slowly eating a snack San handed to you. You radioed him just after you left to let him know that you were safe and everything was handled, and he sighed very loudly in relief, explaining that he definitely was not sitting around waiting for your call (he was) or that he thought you might have been taken (he definitely did think so). You reassured him with simple words, not enough to say what you mean, but enough for him to understand. The call was quick, ending with a simple goodbye. You will miss him endlessly, but landing on that planet again wouldn’t be in your favor. That’s your first and last time ever in that sector. Or near it at all. The next port is a couple weeks away, but you have enough fuel to go much farther. You want to discuss with Yeosang and see what he thinks, but he still hasn’t left his room.

Very smart of you to take a banished prince into your ship without knowing anything but what he’s told you.

The hum of the spaceship's engines echoed through the metal walls as you stared at the cameras. You glance at the closed door of the guest quarters, mind swirling with apprehension. The decision to let a stranger on board has always come with its own set of risks, and you just cannot shake the memories of a past experience that had gone terribly wrong.

A few solar cycles ago, you did something similar, made the mistake of extending hospitality to a different traveler stranded on a desolate moon. The person seemed fairly harmless at first, grateful for shelter and food. As the days passed, you noticed a few things off - stolen data from your harddrive corrupt, and before you could even confront them they took the rescue sub and left, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of compromised security, and lack of an escape. It took you months to get something to replace it. The weight of that previous betrayal still hangs heavy on your shoulders; sleepless nights spent trying to repair the damage, the sense of disgust that lingered long after the unwelcome guest had departed, regret that you even trusted a person enough to leave them alone around your things.

Your fingers trace the edge of the data pad, a holographic display of Yeosang’s past. The background check had little, just a brief history of what happened. Nothing to tell you about him, really, just what his people now think of him. Still, you cannot shake the feeling that history might be repeating itself.

"Am I being too paranoid?" you murmur yourself, glancing at the viewscreen that displays the vastness of space outside. "Hell."

Perhaps establishing additional security measures?

You hesitate for a moment. You think you trust him, you do. You trust him enough to leave him around your valuables without thinking twice. So you drop your hand from the screen, shaking your head. If everything messes up, it’ll only be your fault, no one else’s. You move from your spot, approaching the small bed in the corner. Deep sleep will evade you since you’re on board with a fugitive, but your lids are too heavy to ignore. You tuck yourself beneath the blanket, blinking slowly as you stare out the windows. You made a choice. A big choice.

You just hope it’s the right one.

“You’re quiet.”

You look up from your food, Yeosang slowly approaching you. He wears the clothing you’ve left in that room for him. Though a bit tight, and silly looking, it’ll fit for now. Nothing like what royalty would wear. You reach back, passing him a bowl that you’ve already made for him. In case he decided to appear in front of you.

He widens his eyes as you sit it across from you, gesturing for him to dig in. You take another bite as he slowly sits down. “You made this for me?”

“You haven’t eaten in days. I know Elysium aren’t the same as me, but you have to eat, Yeosang. You can’t survive on just water.”

“I can for a few months,” he says. Just as you’re about to apologize for your assumption, you see the slight smile on his lips. You roll your eyes, continuing to eat. “I’m grateful for your presence, and your thoughtfulness, y/n. I wouldn’t have been able to choose anyone better to help me leave.”

You shake your head, “It’s nothing-”

“It is something,” he interrupts, “I essentially forced you to take me off that planet. And you obliged without much hesitation. You risked yourself for me. There’s no way I can repay what you have done for me, nothing. I can only remain forever in your debt.”

You think for a moment before speaking. “I trust you Yeosang, I hope you know that. I wouldn't have let you on this ship with me if I didn't. I know that you’ve done it for a reason, and if you’re not able to tell me now, it’s okay. And it’s okay if you cannot say it ever. And do not place yourself into debt with me. Call us even.”

“You place far too much trust in me,” he whispers, looking away from you. “A stranger you barely know.” He takes a deep breath, eyes glued to his bowl. You can see the weight of his unspoken pain. “I wish to tell you what happened.” His eyes flick up to yours, holding your gaze with a mixture of gratitude and. He speaks of his father, the king, who had become corrupted by power and had posed a threat to the people of Elysium. And how, in an act of pure desperation to protect his people, he had taken the life of his own father.

"The council, the people—they didn't understand," Yeosang confesses, words laced with pain. "They saw me as a traitor, an assassin. I was banished, branded a murderer when all I wanted was to save them. I didn’t know how to deal with that, when I tried to save them all."

You can feel the depth of Yeosang's isolation and loneliness, the weight of the truth hanging heavy in the air. There is no doubt from you. You believe him.

"I was almost killed in the process," Yeosang continues, his eyes reflecting the memory. " And I almost let them do it, thinking that my sacrifice would be enough to prove my innocence, but then I pulled myself out of that. They would just let the royal line die, they wouldn’t dig into the past and see. I am the sole heir to the throne, it died with my banishment. If I died then, no one would care to see why. They would just celebrate my end."

Your expression softens, nodding slowly, "You've been through so much, Yeosang. I can't imagine how difficult it must have been."

"I miss being able to protect my people," Yeosang says, a hint of sorrow in his voice. "But now, all I can do is hope that they'll forgive me someday, that they'll learn the truth about the danger my father posed and the sacrifices I made to try and save them."

"You’ll find a way to clear your name, to unveil the truth. It might take time, but…” This is much to say, much too soon. “If you need me, we can face it together. I can help you in any way you need me to."

Yeosang meets your gaze, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability in his alien eyes. "I've learned to trust only myself, to keep my guard up against those who might see me as a threat. But being around you... it's different. Easier. You've shown me kindness, understanding. And for the first time, I feel like I can breathe."

Pushing the dwelling feelings inside your own chest, you nudge him slightly. "You’re not alone anymore. I'm here for you, and we'll navigate these fucked up stars together."

“Until the next port?”

You pause. “Right. Until the next port.”

His head tilts. “I just would like to know why you’ve let yourself become entangled with me. Why you have yet to throw me off this ship.”

There’s no explanation you can give that would satisfy his curiosity. In all honesty, you haven’t the slightest clue. If it were pure idiocy that you let him on your ship, let his words convince you. There’s just something that you trust in him. Something that makes you believe everything and anything that he says.

Oh, you are just an idiot.

The first thing you hear is yelling.

It's low because of the incessant engine humming in the background. Cutting through the sound, echoing around the hull of your ship. Your eyes flick open immediately, feet slipping into your boots without much thought. Just as you stand, the cold metal of a knife presses against your throat. You still, thoughts flashing back to your past.

“A woman alone on a ship this large? Have you no concern for your safety?”

Alone? They haven't found Yeosang?

You keep your gaze to the floor, trying to think of a way out of this. You haven't the slightest inkling on how many there are, but there's bound to be more than three. You're severely outnumbered, and you doubt the prince has ever fought anyone like you have. Isolation for over a hundred years – the two of you will either be forced into slavery or killed within the hour. Well, at least you would be. Once they see the bounty on Yeosang's head, they'll take him back. And all of this would have been for nothing.

“Do you speak, woman?”

“My crew left,” you say. “We went our separate ways. They left me the ship as a gift.”

“And what a pretty one it is,” he sneers, forcing you to stand as he digs the knife into your neck. You follow his movements slowly, heart racing as the cold steel of the pirate's knife pressed against her skin. Your mind races, trying to come up with a fast solution to free yourself. Your security system is too far for you to run to, and he would very likely stab your neck before you can yell a command.

“The others are searching this ship,” he begins to explain, forcing you into a seat. Panic fills your body. His knife lifts from your chin, steel digging into your wrists as he ties you into the seat. The knife drags along your arm as you cry out. All of your plans of overpowering him dissipate into nothing. You're only a human, after all. There isn't enough strength in your body to rip apart metal confinement.

The door to the room swings open, and before you could turn to see, an ax hits the middle of the pirate's face, blood splattering against your cheek. You scream, leaning away from the bloodshed. Hands wrap around your constraints and pull harshly, dropping them to the floor. You have no chance to look back before arms surround your body, pulling you close against him. His sweet, calming smell is familiar enough to calm your heart.

“You're safe,” he whispers softly, lips pressed against your hair. “You're safe.” Taking in his own words, his arms drop from your body. You look at him, shocked at what you see. His lips are bloodied, body covered in cuts and slowly forming bruises. Shirt shredded, barely hanging on his firm build. He blinks slowly, eyes steady on yours.

He could have died. He could have died so horribly, and you were stuck in a room with one man. Your trembling arms wrap around Yeosang, holding him as if you could shield him from the wounds that adorn his skin. The smell of blood lingers in the air. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the sight of the injuries that coat his body. He could have died. And you're not sure how you could have lived with that.

Sobs escape your lips as you press your face into the crook of Yeosang's neck, "I'm so glad you're alive," you whispered, carefully choosing your words.

Yeosang winces at your hold. You almost pull away, until his grip tightens, wrapping your arms around him again. His concern is etched in the lines of his furrowed brow, betraying his actions. "y/n, you're hurt. Your body," he rasps, fingers delicately resting against your arm. "I should have protected you better."

Your grip tightened, as if by sheer force of will, somehow you could mend both the wounds. “Protect me? You're the banished prince, idiot. I'm the one who should be protecting you,” you reprimand ever so gently. "You're the one who faced the brunt of it. I'm just glad you're alive. I only have small cuts here and there compared to you."

Yeosang's eyes, a mix of gratitude and worry, meet yours. "But you've risked everything for me already. I cannot bear to see you hurt."

A soft smile plays on your lips, "Yeosang, I know the risks as much as you do. I can protect myself."

You can see that he wants to argue more, but his expression relaxes, a silent acknowledgment of your words. You let your fingers trace the outskirt of his wounds. He watches you for a brief moment, before speaking. "I'm sorry for worrying you," he murmurs, voice wary.

You shake your head. "Worry about yourself for once.”

Your tears mingle with the stains of blood on Yeosang's torn attire, clinging to him fiercely.

The vibration of the spaceship's engines reverberated through the metal hull, creating a steady rhythm that accompanied your growing sense of unease. Something you’re not able to grasp fully. As a banished prince, Yeosang exchanged his endless roaming in Elysium’s forest for you. And as each day passes, you find yourself stuck, grappling with a strange and undeniable attachment to him. It’s not like you wanted this to happen. In fact, you actively avoided him every chance you got after what happened on the ship. But the silent nights sitting next to one another in the navigation room, the soft smiles shown between the both of you, somewhere in between, things just changed. It was subtle. Soon small smiles were nervous ones on your end.

You cannot avoid the inevitable, that you know.

In the vastness of space, surrounded by the glow of distant stars and the gentle hum of technology, you find yourself sitting in the main room, eyes glued to the television screen. It’s a bit older than newer ships, you never bothered to change it since you rarely watched it. The artificial gravity comfortably keeps you glued to the couch, legs tucked into your chest, blanket over your resting body. Yeosang sits on the opposite end of the couch, not daring to touch you. That’s another story in itself.

Yeosang never really touched you since the brief hijack, nor comfortably since that first time, his lips on your wrist. He actually avoided touching you, slowly taking things from your hand, shrinking himself against a hallway wall. You know it’s for your comfort, but it only makes you yearn for him even more. You never considered yourself a touchy person, not really. Not until now. You wouldn’t be able to tell how many nights you’ve stayed up, thinking about his eyes on yours as his lips covered the skin above your quickened pulse. How he stayed there, longer than needed, before disappearing in the ship. How you wish you can tell him to do it again.

How infuriating.

So as you stare at the screen, you cannot shake the unsettling realization that you are becoming tethered to the person that you sternly told needs to leave when you arrive at the next port. Vulnerability, unfamiliar and raw, creeps over your body, your stomach twisting. How silly that the unknown, uncertainty of the space outside these walls seems vastly incomparable to the fear of losing him.

“You haven’t said a word about the main character.”

You glance at him from your spot, confusion crossing your features. “Hm?”

“Whenever we watch this show, you comment on how annoying the leading man is. How he doesn’t deserve the leading woman. Then, you grumble and groan everytime he says another cheesy line, and sigh when she falls for it. But you haven’t done that at all this whole time. Are you alright?” His pretty eyes rest on yours, brows furrowing.

No, you aren’t okay. You aren’t sure if you’ll ever be okay.

“I’m alright, Yeosang. Thanks for asking.”

“You’ve become easily readable, y/n. I can tell when you’re lying to me. You can say it, you know. Who am I to judge?”

“Just… old times. Things. Stuff, you know.”

He frowns, “That is bigger than the last lie you’ve told me.”

“Yeosang, it’s fine.”

He sighs simply, head turned back to the screen. “Fine, I am not one to push. I just, I don’t know, perhaps I believed that we’ve moved past this hidden information phase. That you somehow trusted me enough to let me know when you’re upset.”

He’s picking at you, it’s clear. You know if you told him straight that you didn’t want to speak of it he’d drop the topic immediately, but you haven’t. It’s very clear to both of you that you want to tell him. But on your side, you’re just afraid to. Yeosang, though not looking at you, waits patiently for your response, unaware of the angst within your heart.

Your fingers nervously play with loose strings of the blanket across your body, trying to find the right words, fear pressing down on your shoulders. He will reject you. Yeosang, despite his status now, is still royalty. He may very much only see you as nothing more than a commoner. Though deep down you know for it to be a lie, your mind wants to convince you that it is true. That he will never stoop down to someone your level.

“I’m fucking terrifed, Yeosang,” you whisper softly.

His mild irritation disappears at your words, body turning fully to look at you. You avoid his gaze as best as you can.

"You’ve… you’ve lived so much of your life as royalty. And here I am, a reject from my former crew, confined in a ship with a prince," your voice is softer now, hesitant. “I’m scared of my feelings for you. And I’m scared that you’ll find me disgusting, gross, and try to leave as quickly as you can."

Yeosang's eyes soften, “y/n–”

“Wait, let me just… let me say this, please.”

He closes his lips, a silent invitation for her to continue.

"And I wondered, what if this feeling is just because you’re nice to me, you know? What if I’m so deprived of kindness that the slightest glimpse of someone remotely caring makes me want you? I never wanted you to pity me, and I don’t want you to say yes when it’s not true for you as it is for me. I like you, I like you so much that I can’t even look at you without feeling it. It aches me,” your eyes burn, tears threatening to fall. “But if you find me as insignificant as I think, please just let me know. Let me know so I can move on.”

Yeosang's expression is unreadable. It scares you even more. He uncrosses his arms, hand resting on the edge of your blanket. "You are not insignificant to me, y/n. You never will be," he smiles. "I just hate that you’ve said all of this before I could confess my feelings myself."

That stuns you for a moment. The way he looks at you is enough to make you look away. He has never made you this nervous before.

“Look at me, please.”

You turn to him.

"y/n," Yeosang begins, his gaze unwavering. "When I first saw you in that hotel, there was something different about you. I couldn't put it into words, but I felt a connection, a sense of trust that I hadn't felt with anyone in a long time."

Your eyes met his in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. You allow him to speak as he allows you.

"Back then, despite it being only weeks ago, I didn't know how to express my gratitude," Yeosang confesses, his fingers absently tracing patterns on the old couch. "You saved me, helped me escape. And in these past few weeks, spending time with you, I've come to see humans for who they truly are. Not just as a means of survival, but as individuals capable of kindness, understanding, and compassion."

A faint smile plays on your lips as you take in his words.

"I didn't realize it at first," Yeosang continues, "These feelings I've been grappling with—whether they were genuine or just a manifestation of attachment because you saved me. But right now, as you sit in front of me, gripping your blanket with such an enormous amount of strength, I just knew."

"Knew what?"

"That this would be it for me," Yeosang admits, "That I'm completely and utterly terrified of saying my next words, but I care for you deeply, and I want you to be mine. I have no reason to worry since you think the same, but I don't want you to have regrets. I don't care if you're not royalty as I was before. I cannot quite understand why you would think I ever cared about such a thing. I never even mention my former status to you unless you bring it up.”

He is right, of course.

“So what do we do now?” You ask after a moment of silence.

He shrugs, leaning further into the couch. “The same as we’ve done before, except now we know we both like each other,” his head tilts, eyes glued back to the television. “Ah, you’re right. He is quite a nuisance.”

And that is how it was.

Days melted into nights aboard the spaceship, neither of you mentioning what happened. The air shifted, no longer burdened by the weight of unspoken words. But still, there is a bit of awkwardness between you. Yeosang, no longer avoiding you or pressing himself against walls to avoid you, entered rooms you occupied and initiated conversations, his presence comforting enough. But other than that, he still avoided your skin. There was only one time he didn’t notice you around, your arm brushing against his to grab something from a cabinet. His skin flushed, body rigged as you lightly nudged him out of the way. After that, he rarely gives you his back, always sending you a smile, or keeping himself aware of where you are in the room.

The physical distance persisted, enough so that you could no longer handle being around him without bringing it up.

One night, as you tend to the plants in your nursery you finally sigh, looking back at him. He wears an old crewmate’s attire, tight against his fit limbs, leaving nothing to the imagination. It’s almost enough for you to forget what you were going to say, until his brow lifts, waiting for you to speak.

"Yeosang," you say, voice breaking the silence. "Is everything okay?"

“Hm?” he tilts his head endearingly, only making this much harder to bring up. You push past the unsettling feelings within you, glancing away from him.

“Do you not like touch?”

“What?” his voice is dripping with shock, almost appallingly so, brows furrowed so harshly they may as well rip his skin. “What makes you think that?”

“It’s hard not to when you avoid touching me every chance you get, Yeosang. I mean, I barely brush your arm and it’s like I’m some sort of disease? I don’t understand.”

“No, y/n, that’s not at all what I am thinking. I…” He rubs his face, moving off the wall, “I am filled with a never ending desire to touch you. It’s my fault that you don’t think so. I presumed that you knew of the mating practices of Elysium without even asking,” he rubs his arms, gaze sliding to the floor. “I don’t know if you noticed while on your brief time there, but on Elysium, all of us wear gloves to avoid touching each other. We only have skin to skin contact with prospective mates.”

You remember how his lips brushes against your wrist, his hand clearly wrapped around yours. How you pushed his hair away from his face, how you held it between yours. You’ve rarely touched him, but you’ve still done it, not knowing what it meant. No wonder he looks perturbed each time you’ve done so.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“And I should have presumed that you did not,” he murmurs. “Each time, every time you touch me, it’s an indescribable feeling. No one has touched my skin since my mother when she held me as an infant, y/n. You are the first since then,” his eyes land on your hands. “When I kissed your wrist, it was an act of confession. So when you told me a few days ago that you were scared I did not feel the same, I didn’t quite understand since I’ve already touched you. Again, another assumption that I didn’t explain,” he shakes his head. “Apologizes.”

“All we’ve done is assume,” you agree. “You don’t need to apologize.”

“I do, and I’m sorry again. I ... I didn't want to make you uncomfortable since touch as an adult Elysium with another is so much more than innocent. After what I said, though, if you’re uncomfortable, I can give you space."

“No.” You say quickly, an amused smile cast on his lips. “I mean, I don’t mind you touching me, Yeosang. You don’t have to ask. I’m comfortable with you.”

Relief washing over Yeosang's features, "Okay. You can touch me too, y/n.”

You snort, turning back to your plants, “Never thought I’d have a conversation like this.”

“Neither did I.”

The conversation fades into silence, your back to him as you dig out the leaves. You’re focused enough that you don’t hear Yeosang inching closer and closer to you, until a slow hand wraps around your waist. He pulls you into him with ease, breathing in heavily. You can hear your own heart beating against your eardrums, hands gripping the tools tightly. Sure, you expected him to touch you sooner or later.

But you just didn’t expect it to be this soon.

Yeosang’s lips brush against your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “Can I touch you now?"

You lean into his body, humming, “Are you not already touching me?”

His free hand slips down, resting on the curve of your thigh. “Not in the way you want me to. Not in the way I desire, So,” his hand stills, “May I touch you?”

“Yes…”

His hand slowly drags against your pants. You watch as he does so, lips brushing against your neck. His lips caress your skin, breathing steadily. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he says after a moment, causing a laugh to escape your lips. Though he does not move away from your body, you can feel his protruding lips pouting against your neck. You try turning around to look at him but he tightens his hold. “You’re not leaving, are you?” he whispers. “I can learn how to pleasure you.”

“Yeosang,” you try turning again, feeling how he reluctantly lets you go. You lean slightly against the framing of the nursery, stretching out your legs and wrapping them behind him. It pushes his body closer to yours, he himself grabbing the planters on either side of you, steadying his body against the framing. Entrapping you in his embrace. His eyes look nervous as they stare into yours. Without missing a beat, you reach up, cupping his cheek. His lids flutter, eyelashes brushing against his cheek.

“Why would I leave you alone?”

He swallows, gaze heavy as it rests on yours. “It is not an unfamiliar feeling.”

You lean forward, pressing a light kiss against the corner of his lips. He trembles. “I am not leaving you, Yeosang. I won’t leave you. As long as you want me around, I’ll be here. I won’t abandon you.”

His tongue drags against his lips, “You are sure of that? As long as you can be? I… You won’t leave me?”

“No,” your voice is firm. “I’m not leaving you. And I’ll teach you how to please me, pretty boy–”

An echo of metal cracking behind you stops you from continuing. You glance to the side, seeing his fingers digging deeply into the planters. Eyes widened, you turn back to him. His eyes are glazed over, glued on your every movement. Flicking down to your lips, he leans forward. You meet him halfway, hand resting on the back of his neck. Your tongue drags across his plush bottom lips, pulling him closer. A light gasp escapes his lips, and you take that chance to enter his mouth. He tastes sweet, as sweet as that smile of his. It’s something you very much can get used to.

You hear the planters crack again, his hands resting on either side of your hips, desperately clawing at the fabric. How delicate he holds you compared to the damage behind. He learns without you telling him how to kiss, clumsy a bit at first before calming himself down. Your hand slips down, following the curve of his broad shoulders, hesitating slightly as you touch the solid muscle of his arms. If there were any way you could be more enthralled with his very being you would have surpassed it long ago. You pull away to catch a breath, his head leaning against your shoulder, chest rising and falling quickly.

“Fuck me,” he murmurs, a strange set of words to come out of his usually proper speech. “We have done not a thing, but I am already too excited,” he lifts his head, thumb rubbing circles into your side. “How do humans fornicate? Is it like us?”

“Depends, what do you do?” Though he asked first, you cannot help but wonder about his answer. He pauses for a moment.

“From what I’ve learned, it is usually snowing outside. That is our peak fertility time. We strip bare, and fuck in the snow.”

“Yeosang!” You gasp, unable to hold in your laughter at his confused gaze. “You’re a riot.”

He continues on, as if you didn’t say a word, “We enter the mating partner through their anus and ejaculate after so much time. Depending on the Elysium, of course.”

“We are not having anal sex. Not now at least,” you say simply. “Humans, well, it depends on the genitalia of their partner. I’m assuming you have a dick?”

He tilts his head, thinking. “Yes.”

“Well, then…” After a brief history on what actually happens (brief as in, a forty minute lecture), Yeosang’s fingers are inside of you, moving quickly curving slightly. You moan against his ministrations, gripping the sheets beneath you, eyes flicking down to how easily he learned. His gaze never leaves yours, lips slightly parted as he watches you come undone.

“You’re so pretty, my pretty queen,” he whispers, a small smile gracing his lips as he feels you clench around his fingers. “So so pretty for me, my queen.”

“Yeosang, wait–” you grip his wrists, and he increases his pace. You’ve set boundaries earlier, your safe word being snow. “I’m going to cum if you continue.”

“Then cum for me, pretty. I want to feel you tight around my fingers,” he curls them slightly again, thumb rubbing against your clit. With warning, you moan, falling over the edge. He continues to move inside you, though much slower than before. Once you’re down from your high, he pulls out.

His free hand grips his pants, ripping them with eagerness. His hand wraps around himself, stroking his –

Two cocks rest between his soiled hands, his strokes slow and calculated. Your brain tries to wrap around where exactly in the conversation you had prior, when he told you exactly how many he has. He looks at your shocked expression, worry decorating his. “Darling?”

“You have two, Yeosang. I asked you if you had a dick and you said yes!”

“I do have one, y/n,” his expression still puzzled. “Humans do not also have two?” He swallows slowly, strokes slowing down. “Is this too much for you?”

“Ah, no,” you disagree immediately. “Just surprising.”

“I can only enter you with one, as to not hurt you,” he says quickly. “It’s what you prefer, of course. We can stop now.”

You think it through. Having one inside you is a job in itself, but two? They’re both pretty average and similar to a human’s, though a bit more prominent – skin softer-looking, and covered with shimmer, just as his skin is. You don’t want to end this, and clearly, neither does he. So with confidence, your eyes meet his nervous ones.

“We can try it.”

“…Both?” There’s a bit of hope in his voice.

Who are you to crush it?

“Both.”

note: no part two ;-;

#fic: winter blossom #yeosang x reader #kang yeosang x reader #ateez fics #ateez fanfiction #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez angst #and its snowing collab

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tojipie · 5 months

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for the lovely @honeybleed ‘s milestone collab event ! wrote this little drabble based on this song:

content: drugs, alcohol, strip club setting, no actual smut but def not pg

thinking about being his fav dancer at the club <3

toji always comes to the club alone. tall, broad, always clad in a suit. thick hands hands that remain perpetually stuck under the bikini tops of the girls keeping him company.

the older man likes to nurse a bottle on his days off, long fingers dwarfing the neck of a sweet liquor you can't pronounce. he smells like it the first time he walks by you on his way to the private dances he can't help but pay for every night. you wonder what his lips taste like.

his composure is iron solid. unbreakable. the man didn't bend for any drug, drink, or woman. not that you were stalking him (you were). you watch him down bottles that would put any normal man in the ER, taking casual swigs in between feeling up the gaggle of dancers fighting for his money. he doesn't seem dunk, not even once. brushing it off like he does every night.

you strategize, subtle yet deliberate. memorizing his schedule to a T, dolling yourself up a little extra on the nights he comes in. word from the other girls was that it was easy to get his attention-- the real challenge was keeping it.

you catch him looking at you across the dimly lit club one night, eyeing you up on stage while another girl feels him up over his dress slacks. his hands falter over her waist as you turn your back to him. a sign that maybe, just maybe, you've piqued his interest.

toji doesn't look away for a second, taking you in with practiced skill. you know he's locked in when he shoos the other dancer off, raising his glass to you in a way that herds you over like a lamb.

you feel warm all over when you straddle him, giggling at how strong his legs are. heat radiates off his body in waves. the man's lower half is spread wide and corded with muscle, holding your lower half up as you rub and grind all over him.

toji hisses at the bold display, tucking a wad of 100s into the seam of your bikini. a generous client, rare but appreciated. he leans in, husky voice cutting through the booming music.

“you new here?” he mumbles, slipping a single between your cleavage. you feel the pad of his thumb slip under the thin ties of your bottoms, rubbing back and forth in the junction between your heat and your thigh.

“no, you know that,” you tease, pivoting to straddle him cowgirl style.

"smart girl," he praises. "knows when she's got my attention."

the air hangs heavy with an unspoken promise as the near stranger continues to spoil you. slowly, you turn, dropping to your knees in front of him to sit at eye level with the part of him you've been curious about this whole time.

"might have a new favorite girl after tonight, huh?" he leers.

#toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen #toji smut #jjk toji #toji headcanons #toji imagine #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #jujutsu toji #toji hcs #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #dilf toji #toji #toji drabbles #toji x you #toji hc

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ferie-anon · 2 years

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What is Seductive of Each Venus Sign

- Collab with @hotdogdynamitezzz -

Credit to dividers: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Aries venus: What’s seductive about aries venus is their ambitious vitality. These bold go-getters can get anyone they want. Their fiery ambitious attitudes exhilarate those in their presence as they bring motivation and originality to the table. Their witty comebacks, sharp words, and fierce fashion captures the full attention of those who pique their interest. As the most fun/active venus sign everyone wants to join them for the ride knowing they can accomplish anything they desire. Their bold and nonchalant approach to life makes them sexy as they are the “idgaf” venus sign and do as they please. They fight for what they want with full intensity and don't let anyone get in their way. The flirting style of Aries venus makes you feel important and sexy, they are not one to shy away from compliments and love to chase after people they want with no hesitation. Everything they say leaves you wondering what's next in store for you as they're very humorous. You can seriously get carried away with them and have the best time ever, they don't judge people and instead help people let loose. Everything is done by carnal instinct including their sense of style. These people are trendsetters and wear clothes most are afraid to. Monochromatic outfits, fierce eyeliner, and red lips suits them best. Red and black are their best colours to represent their fearlessness.

Taurus venus: What makes a taurus venus seductive is their earthy yet sensual charm. The energy they possess when they enter a room is strong but silent. They don't need to speak or stand out to grab people's attention as most are drawn to their comfortable and confident/stable stature. They have a luxurious style that only requires simple clothes. They take good care of their appearance and can make any item look high quality. Because of their fixed modality - as they’re a fixed sign, they know what they want and never compromise their self-worth for anyone, that's why people may seek their approval and advice often and this confidence comforts people. There's reliability in their actions and knowing they have their life together attracts many walks of life towards them. They thrive off of mutualistic relationships best and love to show affection through physical reassurance and indulging in luxuries or pleasures with their partner. Their flirting style is “simplistic yet straightforward” - physical touch and quality time. If they like someone they will take a slow-burn approach and seek to go on traditional yet extravagant dates. They favour dancing, restaurant, and movie dates. The colors that best fits them are neutral earthy colors with fashion choices such as sensual textures like satin, and styles that showcase their neck or curvy figures. Bodycon dresses and beautiful necklaces are their statement pieces showcasing their seductive side. Being ruled by Venus, people can't help but feel attracted to their goddess-like aura that feels grounded yet divine.

Gemini venus: What’s sexy about Gemini venuses is their ability to talk and navigate through conversations and their playfulness. They have smooth voices, with their unpredictable nature they intrigue others - have a noticeable laugh or attractive laugh. Their popularity is also something that is seductive, as in they treat everyone the same/easy to talk to anyone. This also ties to eye contact as they may be less shy and often make eye contact when talking, this flusters others at times. Another thing ppl can find attractive is their hot and cold moments, which confuses people but turns them on and draws them in to find out more - to know a gemini venus’s next move/moment. In general a gemini venus’s world of thoughts is sometimes attractive and intriguing to others. (Gemini venuses may look good in patterns, bright colors. They may sport a look that gives off duality: dark color + pastel/ bright colors, may like piercings and probably look good in it)

Cancer venus: Their warm and innocent nature is seductive. A lot of people feel open/comfortable with cancer venuses, and these people also crave physical touch and comfort their close ones with physical affection. A lot of people like to talk to cancer venuses, their words are comforting and sweet. Their caring nature shines through, and makes them fall for you. Cancer venuses' soft sides makes others addicted to their support and presence, their mood and understanding vibes make people want to be near them or confide in them. This is also cuz the ruling planet of cancer is the moon and the moon having a magnetic pull type of energy- so having that energy in venus makes other ppl feel drawn to cancer venuses in that sense. (Cancer venuses may kinda give off the vibe of the ideal partner look, their fashion sense and style suits it. Whether its wearing trendy stuff while looking comfortable and good. Colors like pink, blue, and white may look good on them - clothes may range from loose but fitted, or accentuates their body shape - may prefer comfy clothes but still looks good in them (hoodies, sweats))

Leo venus: What’s seductive about a leo venus is their charisma and affection. They’re really smooth at flirting tbh, could come off as “player” vibes but are funny yet warm and they make you feel special. They not only are smooth at verbal flirting, but also their body language and gestures match with their flirty playful gestures. Their flirting style key point is their facial expressions such as smirks, eye contact, and playful eyes which really charm people. They love to “feel you up” as in try to understand your vibes and body language/expressions - they have their hands on people a lot, either on their shoulder, hugs, etc. (Big on embracing - gives warm hugs) They are protective of their loved ones and spoil them a lot. Generous to their loved ones, and brags about them/proud of them. They like to have fun with their friends and loved one, aren't afraid of pda, and more likely to enjoy activity dates like carnivals or something entertaining. Leo venuses are go-getters who grab attention from others due to their charismatic presence. Leo venuses are stubborn and know what they want, and are loyal - always standing up for people. Their fashion style consist of risky/flashy statements, may like animal prints, and wear colorful colors (yellow, purple, etc)

Virgo venus: What's seductive about virgo venuses, is their innocent yet hard to get nature that is done unintentionally. Virgo venuses don't actively flirt, they know when to compliment and when to say something. They have a demure-like nature from their calm and quiet side, so when they show any romantic/charming gesture it surprises and intrigues people. Sometimes they also do 'accidental' touches genuinely without knowing, and they sometimes pull back/hold back - which makes people want to know more and chase after them. It makes them want to get to know them more, as a virgo venus' quiet nature creates a pleasant surprise of their duality when they show their charming side and draws them in. Also virgo venuses are witty and love playful banter, which can make them mischievous and play-fight at times since virgo is ruled by mercury. Their playful nature also adds charm and duality, which draws people in. (Virgo venuses may look good in simple clothing/style, they give off a refined/elegant vibe and can make seemingly ‘plain’ outfits look good)

Libra venus: What’s seductive about a libra venus is the way they seamlessly carry conversations yet remain poised and sweet. This venus gives popular pretty person vibes. Most libra venuses are loved by others because of how they effortlessly carry conversations while sneakily incorporating playful flirting. They have a sweet yet sultry air about them that makes you feel lightheaded and dizzy with infatuation. Their seductiveness lies in their capability to draw out someone's protective yet vulnerable side through their ability to open anyone up and befriend them naturally. They're polite, possess etiquette and dislike rude people. That is why they thrive in social interactions by utilizing their composure and humility. People can't help but admire their charming gestures as their flirting style makes you feel special, giving the impression you're the only one who matters. After one conversation with them, it leaves you guessing how someone can understand you so well. These individuals are big fans of cheesy and cliché pickup lines that only sound sweet and cute when they say it, they always know what other people want to hear and use this to their advantage. Their fashion preferences favour the colours pink, blue, and brown, as they wear complimentary colours that make their features stand out in a pleasing manner. They love to blend in with the trends but mix various girly styles because their feminine energy adores playing with heart patterns, hairclips, and cute bags.

Scorpio venus: What’s seductive about a scorpio venus is their loyalty and smoothness, once they become interested or fall for someone, they are emotionally attached and will be on their side. Scorpio venuses have mastered that signature sultry/deep stare and subtlety while talking about emotionally intimate matters that sends shivers down your spine. They know how to get others ‘attached’ to them. It’s probably why scorpio venuses may seem magnetic or have that pull from others. They’re supportive, and do a lot of behind-the-scenes stuff to take care of or look after their loved ones. A scorpio venus’ inquiry of information and getting to know someone is mysterious and charming. They would like to know what's happening in your life if they’re interested or close to you. This gives them a personal feel/emotional connection thru their words and vibe, as they secretly help or look after their loved ones. (Scorpio venuses may look good in dark green, dark shaded colors, black and white color combo, may like wearing snakeskin patterns. Their fashion sense may give off a sexy vibe but their clothes aren’t always revealing)

Sagittarius venus: These adventurous baddies are always on the go. They are playful, talented, and humorous. A Sagittarius venus can laugh anyone's pants off. They are gifted with their insight into the world, always guiding people on new explorations while getting lost in the moment through their carefree personalities. Their blazing free spirits absolutely love spontaneous and thrilling dates. Hikes or random trips excite them as their motto is catch flights not feelings✌️. People absolutely love their mindset that nothing is impossible, this enlightens those in their company. Sagittarius is so hot because they really don't care what anyone says about their crazy get rich plan or escapade to the Sahara desert. A sag venus will take action and go wherever their heart leads them too, which translates to crushes as well lol. They really are the ones doing the most for people as their flirting style involves acts of service like cooking, teaching cool new skills, and randomly buying you ice cream or 20 roses. Whatever it is sag venus will make it big and impressive which catches the attention of suitors. The only difficult part is that sag venus is the hardest to tell whether they like someone or are just being nice. However, this friendly personality goes far beyond and above for those they love and it's noticeable when they bring you on every grocery store trip with them. Their style is bohemian, revealing flowy skirts, any tight mini skirt that shows off their legs, and sunset colors

Capricorn venus: What’s seductive about a Capricorn venus is their unbothered yet sensual demeanor. They are stylish yet classy individuals who use their knowledge, elegance, and attitude to charm people. They know what they want and attain all of their goals that can intimidate yet excite future partners. Capricorn venus are often in positions of authority so they know how to take the lead in relationships just like in the business world. They possess suave speaking skills and don't beat around the bush - They flirt by making people come to them and getting straight to the point. Capricorn venuses prefer to have a simple and tasteful approach to flirting - They thrive in conversations surrounding professional matters and like to subtly flaunt their achievements and status in front of their interest to show their independence and ambition. There's a power dynamic when they do take the initiative as they use eye contact or body language to see if you're intimidated by them or not. They prefer quality > quantity as they know their worth. (Clothing styles that suit them are not only dark browns and neutrals, but red and power colours. They look great in colourful blazers, jumpsuits, corsets, leather, and anything that can assert their power in a room.)

Aquarius venus: What’s seductive about aquarius venus is their chic yet multifaceted qualities. They have unbothered girl/boy next door energy. Their indifferent/chill attitude towards their crushes only makes them fall harder for the aquarius venus native. They spill facts like learning new information like the latest “tea” and conversations are always interesting with them. They show partners new sides of themselves at every meeting. This venus sign has outstanding features that may look cold yet untouchable, it's giving high-fashion but make it eclectic vibes. They are inventive with everything they do and unpredictable. This scares but also draws people in as they want to figure the aquarian venus out. Aquarius venus prefer the friends to lovers trope and often begin flirting by entering someone's friend group as they have social connections. They also love to strike up conversations with the most shocking yet intriguing questions. Talking to a aquarius venus about subjects that is interesting while changing topics can get u lost in a conversation for 6 hours and never want to leave. It almost feels like you're in a trance being around these ethereal people. Their cool it-girl vibe makes everyone want to befriend them. (They’re like a cool breeze passing by unexpectedly) Their editorial makeup and clothing look always catches the crowd's attention. Make eclectic fashion statements, may like bright patterns, embody the space girl type of aesthetic vibes or like that type of aesthetic.

Pisces venus: What’s seductive about them is how they devote their love and attention to their loved ones. Pisces venuses tend to be a romantic at heart and sometimes even a hopeless romantic, their gestures are sweet and poetic. They would want to hang out with their close ones, either indulge in activities such as movies, nice reservations at places they’ve remembered u like, buy flowers/gifts - Pisces is exalted in venus which amplifies its attraction/vibe, so pisces venus people may be popular with the crowd/liked by others due to their sweet and attentive/clingy nature. They would be by their close ones and lover’s side, often doing things together with them like twins joined by the hip lol - soft heart eye stares. People love them becuz of their desirable qualities - as pisces is a mutable sign, pisces venus people can morph/fit into anyones ideal self of a lover when giving love. They’re flexible lovers, but the amount of love they express to their close ones doesn’t change and remain genuine and abundant. They’re softies at heart, with their flirting style: they are emotionally intuitive, around their loved ones a lot, are quite selfless at times for their close ones, and give compliments to their close ones genuinely - this is seen as attractive due to their supportive, attentive, and endearing nature. (Pisces venus may dress with pastel/colors that mesh well together and aren’t too harsh/bold. Stylistic choices that are chic but soft vibes. The females with pisces venuses may like to wear dresses a lot (soft, elegant vibes). Pisces venus may like pearls (the trending tiktok pearl necklace fit lol) - have a “glamorous/stylish” yet mysterious vibe.

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partyanimal167 · 7 months

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How Fitting Pt 2- Crocodile x F!Reader

I've been waiting for requests for my International Spy Event, and I got a few requests for a part two, so I figured why not. I surprised myself with how much I knew about sewing (even though it was the family trade), so I think I can continue to lean into that world more. The first part was going to be more about modeling, and that didn't happen so I think it might here.

Thanks for reading! Part One

You were so well-suited into being a behind-the-scenes person, so all of this was out of your comfort zone. However, you would do anything for your beloved boss, so there was no reason to say no. Just save the day, and no one would know. Right?

The opportunity came that your boss and mentor would be featured in a magazine praising his work and legacy of the shop. You were ecstatic for him and knew that it was well-deserved. He kindly downplayed it all but asked you to come for the photoshoots and assist with the models. He would be bringing out some archived looks as well as those that blended the vintage styles with modern trends. (That is why he's a pro at all of this)

The day of the shoot started with you loading boxes and bags of clothes into a car and going over a detailed checklist. Your boss sat behind the counter drinking coffee and enjoying the Sun. You could only hope to be so relaxed in your future.

Soon, the two of you were in the studio setting up the clothes while photographers ran around checking for equipment and models. There seemed to be multiple designers in the building at once. You assumed that the organizer wanted to get everything done as soon as possible, so there wouldn't be a hold-up when editing.

You pressed ascots, ties, lined up vests and jackets, and paired cotton socks with shoes. Models came and dressed and you boss helped direct them to the sets.

For now your work was done, so you decided to peak to another set that was showing off women's formal gowns. It wasn't your sector, but the familiarity of dresses and heels brought back memories of your family elders. You checked the schedule and noted that there would be a collab shoot between this designer and your boss. You thought that the styles complimented each other.

You continued to stand in the corner watching when a few people frantically ran passed you before talking to a woman sitting in a director's chair. She was gorgeous with tanned skin, black hair, and bright blue eyes. She listened intently but didn't seem too affected by the urgency. For a moment, the two of you locked eyes and she smiled brightly.

You turned away to zone out but that didn't last when your heard heels and saw the woman in front. "Excuse me, are you one of the models for the other designers?"

You gawked for a moment and mentally ran through your outfit: slacks, loafers, messy hair, measuring tape around the shoulders. You shook your head. "Eh not at all. I'm one of the men's fashion assistants." you explained.

"Ah well, I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Robin. I'm doing one of the shoots for the women's line as you can see, and I'm in need of a model that would fit your dimensions." you starred blankly at her. "Do you think you could step in?"

"Me? Model?"

She laughed at your reaction before glancing at her notes. "Ah yes, the photos would be for our collab with Mr. Lewis." Shit, that was your boss. "I would really appreciate it." she beamed kindly at you.

You fidgeted with your fingers a little and nibbled a cheek. "Eh, I wouldn't say I'm model material-,"

"Nonsense. You'd be beautiful on the camera."

The deep timbre made you aware of the others in the room--however too late to notice one specifically. Your face warmed up at the compliment, and you turned slowly at the newcomer.

"You're already stunning in the flesh."

Oh earth come get me now! Your eyes found his, and Sir Crocodile looked down at you with those intimidating gold orbs that were highlighted with mischief.

You hadn't seen the man in awhile, but it was if your body knew the protocol, and your hand reached out gently for him to take--greeting you with a kiss as always.

"You haven't called me."

The air in your lungs rushed out. "I've uh- my apologies." you replied quickly trying to replenish your breath.

Even though the man brought it up, he didn't seem troubled by the fact.

"Well if you're willing to help Robin, I'm sure the matter can be forgiven." you pouted before you could stop yourself. He chuckled.

"Ah you two know each other?" Robin perked.

"I'm a tailor." you simply provided at that.

"A talented one at that. I'm sure she helped produced the clothing that's being featured." Crocodile didn't allow you to downplay yourself at all. "However, it would do her well to step into the light. No need to keep hiding a treasure." he went on but focused on your eyes.

You couldn't find an excuse if you wanted to. The two in front of you seemed like a business power duo and quick to resolve things too. You pinched the bridge of your nose before you sighed. "Okay fine. Some pictures won't hurt."

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Crocodile waited anxiously for you to step back into the shooting space from the dressing rooms.

He attended to many businesses and trades, but certain things in life he wanted to keep simple. He enjoyed a good outfiIt that fit well and stuck to the same shop that always got it right. He appreciated your attention to detail and care for your craft.

Admittedly, he was also excited to see you in something other than a dress shirt and slacks. He was appreciative all the same, but seeing you in a formal dress would fuel the dreams of taking you out to nice places and enjoying special evenings.

He heard the heels before he saw you, and your entrance into the room seemed to make everyone pause.

It was a dark green dress with a halter neckline, a tasteful slit on the side, and was backless to help fit where your body curved and dipped. It sparkled and was pleasing to the eye.

Crocodile could feel your nervousness, but your stride never faltered. You had done this before, he figured. Everyone turned away from you, and he could see you physically exhale. He watched as you were quickly shuffled into place for some solo shots while assistants gleamed over the hair and makeup of the models already present. Your boss stood by him, and the two men enjoyed the vision of two different brands coming together.

A gentleman stood by you in a black-n-beige suit that definitely made the scene feel like a gala of a Bond movie. Crocodile kept his eyes intently on you. It was like you got into character and followed the instructions on how to express and emote for what was needed. It was captivating.

More photos were taken, and just when you thought things would be wrapping up, Robin clapped her hands and said, "Now, let's have Crocodile join us." You both quickly turned to the woman.

"This isn't an inclusivity issue." Crocodile argued referring to his prosthetic.

Robin only hummed. "It wouldn't be inclusive if we only showed differences on special occasions." she was ready for his retort.

Crocodile grumbled. "I need a suit."

"Actually, that suit is one of mine; I'm sure of it. The color scheme goes well with what's already here." your boss quipped in.

The man reached into his coat and sighed. "Fine, but I'm enjoying myself while I do this." he brought out a cigar.

"I wouldn't want it any other way." Robin went on.

You fidgeted slightly as the man puffed his smoke before joining you. You met his eyes and smiled. Assistants moved props and posed your hands and positioned bodies. Unknowingly, you drifted away from your companion.

Crocodile chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. He turned away from the camera and whispered into your ear. "Don't run away. You're the star of the show." the gruffness made you gasp. Neither of you even noticed the cameras flashing.

You got a hold of yourself and leaned into the man's touch. "I'm staying." was all you could get out before placing your hand back on his chest.

Robin only wanted a few shots, and with that, the day was finally over. The set-up lamps began to shut off, and you sighed to yourself. It was a fun experience, and you weren't uncomfortable. You were just ready to not have so many eyes on you.

"It was a pleasure seeing you." Crocodile offered while others shuffled around you two.

You nodded and smiled. "Likewise. I'm sure we'll see each other sooner next time."

"How about dinner now?"

You blinked for a moment. "Oh sure, let me just change, and then we-,"

"Why wait? Let's go like this."

You gaped a little. "Huh?"

Crocodile grinned. "Well my dear, the last time I let you go; you hid. You said you wouldn't be running away this time."

You swayed a little. "Ah well, I'm sure I have to return the dress."

"Consider it paid for. It'll be a great addition to your wardrobe." There was never a problem he couldn't solve. "Don't be so nervous around me, love." He brought your hand back to his lips. You expected a kiss but felt a rush through you when the skin was lightly nibbled on, and he winked. "I only bite if you want me to."

~~~

I like this~ I hope Crocodile doesn't seem pushy. I figured he'd be more direct with his intentions since he didn't see you after some subtlety.

Requests are open! And I also have an event going on, so feel free to check that out.

Thanks for reading!

@ririsugotlost

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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Σ一The Villainess, AKA: Cherrypie ‘A Cute-Meet’。・゜・

summary: way before the night of the ball, Y/n and Raph met under pretty average circumstances, if average includes testing out a prototype for a cloaking brooch & a certain special ring getting stolen

author’s note: this is first prequel to the ongoing collab with <3 @marwhoa <3 we have been contemplating more prequels to continue adding depth to the story and ofc the almighty ‘part two’

warnings: rise!raph x villain!reader, cloaking brooch au, secret identities, cute meet, fluff

〔you’re here〕 → next

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Through one of the very few quiet streets of the city, a hand emerges from the wall. Around it glitters magenta sparks, twinkling as an entire body follows through it. As dazzling an entrance as that was, this particular stranger happened to be dressed simply. A plain, ruffled, scarlet dress with a billowing skirt, accented by the pair of matching sandals wrapping up her calves, and tied together by a red clutch-purse as its accentuating piece. ‘Plain-Jane’ blinked away a crackle of red magic that was quite literally drawn into a ring upon her finger. Small bits of arcane energy surged in, bouncing erratically beneath the clear film protecting ruby crystals inside—all until the last twinkle blipped into the vacuum.

With a few calming rotations of the ring around her digit and a tucking of stray hairs behind her ear, the silent street was filled by soft tmps of the mysterious newcomer’s light footsteps. Perpendicular to the alley she has appeared through, a sneaky peek was given before she stepped out the next pin-drop quiet street with sidewalks that likely experienced so little foot traffic that they just might be clean enough to eat on.

Luckily, this lass wasn’t here to dine on the sidewalk picnic style—no, no, she was here for a special café that was quite literally the hidden gem beaten off the path. Had it not been for her frequenting, it likely wouldn’t be able to stay open. THAT is just how out of the way it was. Alright, that may have been blown out of proportion, but Y/n couldn’t care less as she and her temporarily-inflated self-importance pushed through the doors. Immediately she was woken up by the soothing hold of coffee grinds and baked goods. They cradled her, placing energizing kisses upon both cheeks.

A barista greeted the door’s chiming bell with a cheerful good morning and “Welcome to Sugar n’Spice!”

Any sleepiness brave enough to stay in your system from a bright and early rise wouldn’t stand a chance in this quaint, domestic place and its enlivening, ambrosial scents as you approached the counter. A glance was passed to the occupants of the room—a man who looked like he just got out of the gym, two sickly looking old ladies by the window, a lady bouncing a kid on her hip, and a man in a suit who’s foot tapped in a ‘watching the clock closely’ fashion.

Giving a curt “Excuse me,” as you navigated around the impatient man, you swallowed the bitterness upon your tongue for these humans who had the privilege to be here, topside, all day, any day. Hold back that discontent, for there is one important rule! A personally appointed exception, specially made for Sugar n’Spice: this place was divine enough to escape your witchy wrath. Show utmost respect by refraining from the usual ‘Hidden City Dweller seething at the humans.’ You could do that anywhere but here. This place was the holy land. The heavenly pinnacle of coffee—the SACRED LAN—

“Ma’am …?”

The barista tilted their head towards you playfully as that increasingly bizarre inner monologue settled abruptly. The distractions were waved off by a shaking of your noggin and an apologetic smile. “Sorry! Caught up with something—could I get the spiced Red Velvet latte? Please.”

Your lips shifted into a patient smile as the barista practically sighed in relief, hand on their chest as they muttered, “..much more normal than that last customer,” under their breath. You quirked an eyebrow at this but quickly rested your features. Humans complained too much for folks that—no! No, no, Y/n, quit it. The rule, remember the rule!

“Oh! Also, can I do the student discount? I’m an Eastlaird student.”

There was a missed opportunity as three of the occupants in the room perked up upon hearing that name; alas, your attention was instead fixated on your red clutch. Swiftly unlatching it and digging out two cards: one to show to the barista, your ID, and the second, your debit card. The animated worker leaned in, nodded at the little plastic, and took off some of the charge via the ‘Sugar n’Spice’s Nice Discount.’ With just one swipe of a debit card and a little wave after the machine’s little ‘doot!’ , you were all ready to go and await your beloved order. Your seeking eyes gazed all around the room in search of a table to claim until landing fondly upon a small two-seater. There, in the corner opposite of the old ladies and other waiting humans, was a perfectly empty space. Morning sun rays seemed to illuminate a chair for you to sit in, whispering a ‘come here to enjoy the one thing humans were able to do right, dear!’

After a moment to place your things upon the uninhabited table, you then went over and leaned against the counter near where orders came out and scrolled nonchalantly through your cellular. A scoff or two may have escaped at whatever human news headlines caught your eyes, at least up until your expression glimmered with a split-second of trepidation as an instinctual swipe did away with an unwanted notification.

NOTIFICATION

You have one new message.

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➤ MOTHER sent now

Where are you?

Not here, please, agonized the disguised witch silently. This was your one true escape—the one and only getaway from home that you had. Away from the mystic training, away from her, and into a place where you could be a normal... A normal what, human? Don’t even think about finishing that thought.

But, Sugar n’Spice cafe… this was one of the only human-made delights you had…

Surely that granted you one little ‘cross my heart’ secret kept, right?

Trapped in your chest was a deep sigh; you didn’t want to think about your mother. It felt like she had done nothing but push you to your limits as of lately. Constantly claiming that your magic “wasn’t performing at its peak.”, That you “should train more,” —no, even MORE than that, that you should only be training. The ever-lingering pressure to perform and perform well, lest you don’t come up to par with your mother’s expectations, it was starting to get ridiculous. “Seriously Y/n, are you even trying? If you don’t start taking training seriously—” You quickly shoved the memory away violently.

The little device was hastily shoved into your clutch, along with the unpleasant memory. Your eyes closed as the subconscious habit of twisting your ring came in full swing. You did it mostly when nervous, but every so often it would give off a calming effect—and per usual, it served to ground your racing heart in the here and now.

This place was your safe haven. You didn’t want to mar its charm by thinking of that hateful woman who did nothing but dampen your spirits. Just as you were opening your eyes after building up your resolve, one of the baristas called out, “Spiced Red Velvet latte!” Right on time, just the thing to completely nip these nerves in the bud as if clicking a ‘do not disturb for at least an hour’ switch.

You were so focused on your destination, hand reaching out for its prize. So focused in fact, your hand jolted and floated stiffly as your peripheral caught another hand closing in. Far closer than a stranger’s hand should be, and your eyes were blown wide, resting upon the intruder heading straight for the cup—your cup.

“Oh—”

Both of you stilled. You followed the hand up until you met the gaze of a culprit who dared to try and steal the drink you ordered every single visit! Just as quickly as you made eye contact with a pair of emerald eyes, the barista’s worried voice snagged your attention once more.

“—that’s right! Sorry, both of you ordered the spiced red velvet latte,” clarified the worker behind the counter, slowly, nervously, pulling their hand away from the fresh beverage. “The, uh, the next one will be out shortly!” They amended, turning back to concocting tasty drinks.

“Sorry! You can go ahead, I’m in no rush.”

Your gaze returned to those bright green irises. His voice was deep and soothing, offering a soft smile as he dipped his head towards your drink. Or rather, a drink whose fate laid in the hands of you both. A shared dilemma.

“Wait—wait what?”

Cue the double-take. From the drink, to those curious green eyes, right on back to the drink. Was this… Selflessness? Displayed by one who belonged to a selfish society? “You’re just letting me have it?”

Now, by no means would you ever forfeit something of yours to a human. Not even a drink mishap like this! But, what stopped you in your tracks was the lack of a rude ‘I’ll be taking this! You can wait for the next drink.’ from the stranger.

“Well, yeah, a’course. Raph prides ‘imself on bein’ respectful— ‘s good manners, too.” He was beaming with a proud grin, crossing his arms and standing with a stance that seemed all-too-heroic. The “amaze” factor of his pose was severely detracted by the gym clothes he wore. Basketball shorts and a tank top, sneakers—was this dude on a morning jog? Not the most heroic get-up.

“R.. Right..” Y/n’s eyes rested on the cup and its steam, lingering there for long enough that the drink’s twin had been completed and slid out on the counter, metaphorically framed by the worker chirping, “Another spiced red velvet latte, for here!”

The gears in your head were turning, still frozen by the smallest gesture, far too small for anyone else, but that meant so much more to you. This is a sign, echoed a thought. As he took his drink, you couldn’t have missed him doing a victorious fist to the air and muttering “You still got it, big guy! The precious drink has been secured.” The whimsical nature of the whole interaction had your hand moving before anything could be thought through enough, driven by a single fear. Pushing your hand, the fear begged you, as though letting this one leave here and now would become the biggest regret of your life.

“Wait,”

You nearly whispered the word, feeling an uncharacteristic thump in your chest as those same green hues turned and locked with your own shaky eyes.

“Someone who loves Sugar n’Spice’s spiced red velvet lattes as much as I do, th-that’s hard to find. ‘Cause, y’know what they say, it’s too much sugar and spice.”

“It’s too much sugar n’spice.”

Laughter brought the two together within seconds as the realization that they said the same thing at the same time set in. Y/n’s nerves dissolved—and to be frank, so did this particular stranger’s, not that you would know that.

A shaky invitation was proposed, asking him if he’d like to sit together and share company. With a toothy smile and a nod, the two sat at her claimed table, humming at the clinks the cups made when their bottoms met the polished redwood of the café tables. Just before either could start conversation, one of the old ladies across the room gasped dramatically loud. Y/n would have looked over, had it not been for the man in front of her quickly covering up the scene with a cough and interjection.

“So!”

His voice cracked, seeming to choke on a bit of unease as your eyes returned to him.

“Ya gotta be a regular, too, then?”

“Yes—what gave it away?”

Y/n inquired, taken aback by such a bizarre deduction. Seriously, what gave it away? She glanced at her drink, her seat, and then to the board. The evidence revealed itself before he continued.

“These drinks ‘ave long since been taken off the menu, but they still serve ‘em for the few regulars who knew about it.”

The happy trill he gave upon sipping the hot drink further lowered your guard as you leaned into your hand. The little voice in your head placed its imaginary hands on your shoulders, leaning into your ear with an ecstatic ‘maybe this one’s a good human? say, don’tcha think nice humans exist? there’s the owners of sugar n’spice, so can’t there be others !!?’

“Quite the observant eye you have, sirrrr… Raph” Dragging out the last word until the name came back to you, the same one he said earlier. You were banking on that having been a third-person-speaking moment as opposed to him giving the name of an absentee.

“Raph,” He nodded in confirmation, to which you dipped your head with him, copying his nod.

“And your name?”

“Oh, it’s Y/n.” Your voice spoke sheepishly, wondering why it had taken you so long to say so.

“Issa lovely name, and a pleasure to meet ‘cha!”His smile was so warm and comforting that you let go of the embarrassment swirling around your head, heating your cheeks. Play it off as being from your drink’s steam, that’ll work! Go on, a little ‘shoooo’ to the maroon-red liquid before taking the lightest sip. Ah, it’s still too hot.

“How long ‘ve you been a patron?”

The friendly human asked in order to continue the conversation. This had a tiny smile appearing on your face. You almost couldn’t remember the first time you stumbled into SnS. You blew out a winded raspberry.

“It’s been a good long while..” Pondering hums reverberated from within as your hands lifted the drink once more in a contemplative sip. This was your first year at Eastlaird, so that …plus a couple of years more, Ah!

“Around 3 or 4 years,”

The cup’s bottom tapped the tabletop with a light clink. Ever since you had found one of the more far-off gateways from the Hidden City to the topside, your nose had followed the sweet aroma of coffee. Now every time you snuck away from your mother, you made sure to squeeze a stop here into the schedule. Fortunately for you, sneaking away was one of your specialties, thus your regular status at said coffeehouse.

“Well Raphs been grabbin’ a drink here for 5 or so years!”

The huma— Raph, added after you finished. You wondered internally how miraculous it was that neither of you had run into each other before.

…

…….

Silence filled up the space around you both. Though the conversation had reached a momentary halt, Raph caught himself lingering on a potential topic. Should he bring up Eastlaird? It was an overheard tidbit from the exchange between you and the employee at the register. But, how could he phrase it without sounding like a bit of a creep for eavesdropping in the first place? He glanced up from his glass to find you staring out of the window. Head angled slightly upwards as though captivated by something, and so his own gaze curiously followed yours to the bright blue sky.

Nothing particularly interesting nor impressive stuck out to him. It was just an ordinary sky—not exactly a clear sky, an occasional cloud would make it’s gradual trek across the expanse—, but as his eyes came back to you, it seemed your eyes saw something else in the overhead canvas. A soft smile graced your lips as your eyes affectionately soaked up the view. Maybe it was the strokes of light morning pinks and golden yellows streaking across the canvas. Or it might have been the dashes of clouds, like stretched-out cotton clouds, pinned to the board for depth. Something about this thing that Raph had seen every day yet never truly seen, the twinkle in your eyes had him taking another look. The atmosphere between the two of you opened up to him as he began to realize the position he was in.

Here, at a table for two, with a lady as pretty as you. Deceiving you, disguised and still daring to watch fondly at this vulnerable smile you gave. You were the perfect picture of someone who saw a world he didn’t, and that very thing was leaving a sour pit in his chest. Raph immediately looked down at his drink, taking another swig, but this time the sweet drink left a bitter aftertaste. Everything he did sounded louder to his ears—picking the cup up, swallowing the latte, placing it back down. He was suddenly all too aware of every action he made. How couldn’t he be? Look at you, so well put-together and serene, and here he was making a blunder of the whole conversation. You went out of your way to invite him, and his thanks to that was uninteresting small-talk.

Raph suddenly felt…

Boring.

…

The gap in the conversation only seemed to widen as the two of you both scavenged for the next topic. It was an understatement to say it was humiliating to you—inviting a stranger, who was a human also, don’t forget that very important bit, and then proceeding to give them the driest conversation in existence?

You took the pause as a chance to take in your delightful beverage, and it seemed he had the same idea. As the rays of sunlight filtered in through the bay window beside your table, framed by decorative brown curtains made of the silkiest fabric and lined with gauzy trim, you both had your spirits raised as you bask in warmth and contentment brought at the sweet and refreshing sting of the beloved lattes. As true to their name, the delicate blend of sugar and spice displayed a masterful dance upon your tongue. It was just the kind of drink to set you at ease and clear your head entirely, so much so that you found yourself needing to place the glass down gently and excuse yourself to the bathroom.

A splash or two met your face, dragging you out of the vulnerable trance that the latte left you in.

Think about it, you are sharing a table with someone you hate. Well, not him personally, but his people! They treated your folks so poorly, shunning and belittling them. Don’t even think for a second that your community had forgotten the witch trials!

But, the little voice in your head interjected. This is someone showing us something different. Surely you see that, right? He is yet another example of a good human, and there has to be more, Y/n, you know it deep down!

And just like that, Y/n could feel herself slowly turning back to thoughts she once had as a child—all because of this, this!

This guy. Something about him was making her falter on the hatred her mother ingrained in her. Something about him was making this soldier fall out of line…

And back at the table, that someone was almost disturbing those around him with how his leg was bouncing. A ding from his phone made his knee instantly knock against the table, spilling some of the liquid in his drink-twin’s cup. Begin the panic! Napkin after wadded napkin built up on the table as Raph worked to clean up the spill as best as he could, almost going so far as to pour some of his in to make up for the bit lost. Alas, some restraint was exercised while checking the notification that started this whole debacle to begin with.

It was from a certain nosy brother, texting for “the deets“ of what was going on.

Agitated, he turned to the old ladies at the window who instantly—DESPERATELY—looked everywhere else, pretending they weren’t just boring holes into the back of his head.

“Knock it off, you two! I will not be giving you the ‘deets!‘ So stay out of it—you’re throwing me off”

Raph turned back after having whisper-shouted to the ‘ladies’. No, scratch that, to the not-so-dearest brothers clad in blue and purple who took to elderly human disguises. Why, you may ask? To keep an eye on their brother who was currently trying out a mystic cloaking prototype.

As he leaned into the palm of his hand, huffing and twiddling with the delicate chain around his neck, Raph thought back on what led up to him being here, his special café, with THEM, his meddling little brothers. His human thumb ran across the twinkling ruby as it gave off a magical glow.

So, roll back the cameras—back before you strolled through the door.

Raph had a rather awkward entrance. By no means had he fibbed about frequenting here for the past five years, but there was a crucial detail left out.

This was the first day that he came in with so little clothes.

Not like that, no, I mean that he usually only ventures into the human’s stores and public spaces in get-ups that had him sticking out like a sore thumb. Like seriously, who wears scarves, hats, masks, and coats in summer and spring? But today, clad with a magical item, he was just a normal human being. Normal humans had the privilege of not melting themselves under radiating suns from seasonally-inappropriate disguises. They also held the privilege of getting their drink ‘for here’ instead of ‘to-go.’

And boy was he grateful for that on this day specifically.

See, when he had his antsy, awkward encounter with the barista minutes before you came in, he had been all-too-prepared to grumpily seat himself with the odd old ladies. He had even encouraged himself, “Alright Raph, you got this!” before making a complete fool of himself.

“Raph would like to buy one spiced red velvet latte, thank you….”

He and the worker exchanged glances for a few moments. Nobody could miss the quirked eyebrow they gave at his approach. Recovering from the oddity, they typed away on their device then wordlessly stared up at him. Raph felt that there was something to be done now, as though their eyes were conveying a ‘Well? Go on?’ message. Come on, Raphie, you’ve done this a million times over, why now do you blank out?

“And uh… Where does he pay..?”

Raph added, giving an apologetic smile to the poor worker whose face almost read as ‘this isn’t the normalest customer service experience I’ve had, but it definitely isn’t the worst.’ They gestured to the card reader, adding a low, confused “here, sir.”

After he then fumbled with his card, Raph finally paid and made his way to the pick-up counter. Not so bad.. definitely could do better. Nonetheless, he was brimming with pride from configuring how to order, as a human. He rocked back n’forth on his heels, only coming to a standstill when his attention gravitated towards the baristas working fluidly. Down he came from all the jittery nerves of talking to a human, especially while in a rather comfortable outfit, perfected with the stylish mutant-cloaking necklace! Raph almost started fiddling with the golden chain yet again, this time out of grateful thank yous to the inanimate jewelry piece.

But he held himself back, hands shifting down into his pockets. Donnie had told him plenty of times to, “refrain from touching it.” Which, fair, it was a prototype, and Raph was sure he would need to permanently avoid this place if he shifted back in front of all these people! Or, well, all the workers. Not really a busy place when you’re quite literally a hidden gem. Needless to say, he was only halfway aware of his surroundings when the door chimed. A bell rang out and in walked a figure wearing his favorite color.

Now the color alone would always catch his eye, but the reason he lingered was solely because of her. First, he started at the sandals. Awfully pretty, especially with how they wrapped up and around her calves. Raph could never pull that off, he concluded mentally. Next, his gaze continued to climb, taking in the red dress. The way it—

He blinked and began chiding himself for staring so blatantly. It wasn’t polite! Raph’s eyes darted back to the front and center, aimlessly looking at the menu he may or may not have known well enough to not even look. Away his gaze went, searching for yet another sight to focus on. Ah, right, he noticed the baristas had yet to start on his drink, which he didn’t mind, he wasn’t in a rush for anything more than a normal thing to look at for as long as needed without being creepy. A sign, a table, even a chip in the floors! But all too quickly he found his eyes roaming back to her. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail; although, a few pesky strands must have been bothering her because occasionally her swift hand moved to brush them right back behind her ear.

His phone buzzed, bringing him back from his staring trance once again. It was the perfect opportunity to distract himself, and so when he glanced at the notification, the last thing he wanted to see was a notification from Leo. Raph held in an eye roll as he read, ‘Staring quite hard there, brother of mine’ He promptly let his phone slip back into the pockets of his basketball shorts, leaving the message on delivered.

Though he did lull his head towards the two elderly dressed women in one corner of the coffeehouse, giving the one clad in blue a hard stare that read his reply, Shut up. Raph knew full well he was guilty of the accused crime, staring. Didn’t mean he wanted or needed to be called out by his very annoying little brother, and it definitely didn’t help that Leo had a smug face despite the ridiculous amount of makeup he had on. “Gotta look the part!” Leo’s voice echoed in Raph’s head from earlier this morning, as Leo somehow forced Donnie to put on the makeup as well. They looked absurd, and Raph was thankful for the cloaking necklace now more than ever.

Still, Raph found his gaze trailing back to you so much that he dragged his hands down his face, stretching and groaning out, low and exhausted. It wasn’t till the call for a “Spiced red velvet latte!” broke his trance enough that he sluggishly moved over. Like a crescendo, his energy came back with each step until he reached for his drink with a polite nod to the barista. Their shocked look and follow-up sentence was what brought his eyes elsewhere. Down to the cup.

The hand he recognized much-too-quickly stiffly hovered near, and her gaze was a mixture of an unknown emotion and pure confusion. He, too, stiffened up as though meeting the eyes of Medusa herself. Gosh, she’s even prettier up close, a side-tracked thought said, only for him to recoil his rude hand and gesture to the drink. He was apologizing before your gaze could shift into anything that may have ached his heart, following it up with insisting you take the drink. He could wait! Whatever you were saying next was muffled as he found himself entirely entranced, answering in automated sentences that may or may not have been prepared, had he found himself locked in small talk with a human.

So, to break the trance, he accepted the next identical latte handed to him and turned, quick to flee the scene. That is, until the spell knocked up a notch with your hand on him, inviting him to sit.

And that is exactly how he got into this position: sipping his latte as he watched you come back over to your rightful seat, having left the lavatory. All while trying his best to look like a normal person who definitely did not make some of your drink rock out of its mug a second ago. No, not him. Totally. He’s innocent.

“Sorry! I was, er… Splashing my face. To do away with some sleepiness…”

Raph nodded, taking another sip of his drink that had since cooled down. Did he look guilty? Was he playing it off? He choked up on the sweet liquid upon your next statement.

“Whuh—it’s sticky, did you spill something?”

Curiosity and a bit of wariness swirled in your eyes as they bore through him, begging for an answer. He was caught red-handed, entirely so. All he could do was admit his crime, a sigh slipping his lips as he gave an ashamed look to the left like a regretful puppy-dog.

“I was hopin’ I’d cleaned up alla mess ‘fore ya got back. I had some nervous jitters and knocked the table.. Sorry, Y/n..”

There was yet another one of those uncharacteristic thumps in your chest when his eyes met yours, pleading forgiveness. Rather than the usual bitterness settling in your chest, you found yourself a tad bit more patient towards this special boy. Your cheeks flushed, emitting a heat soothed by the cool side of your hand pressing against it with an even more uncharacteristic stammering.

“Y-You’re fine.. Thank you, for the honesty and clearing the mess.”

The next bout of silence was less awkward and more-so dizzying—in a good way. It fluttered your heart and felt welcoming. As the last bit of your drink passed your lips and settled inside, filling you with blissful comfort, you held out a hand for his empty mug. Perhaps a change of heart would do you some good—a kind gesture returned for someone who truly deserved none of your hatred. His eyes met yours, quickly understanding as he stood and passed the cup to you. This moment was coming to an end, and somehow that made your eyes sting for a moment. It was almost as if a tear was threatening you to prolong it as the ceramics were placed upon their respective ‘for-washing’ pedestals at the disposal corner.

“Well, Raph… it was nice meeting you.”

“Likewise.”

His smile had you considering an option you would never ever do. Your mind strayed to where your phone was, itching to ask this boy a certain question. Together, you both walked out of the café—and again, you missed how the two old ladies were practically becoming the window with how hard they pressed to the glass, nosily watching.

The morning sun was still bright in the sky, shining through clouds in a way that almost spotlighted you guys as you gathered the courage to ask! Turning to face him, you bit the bullet and opened your mouth!

“Could we exch—IRK!”

Y/n lurched forwards when someone knocked into her in a fashion that just couldn’t have been played off as an accident. Thankfully she had bumped straight into Raph (and tried desperately to ignore how nice his chest felt), but the draining, nauseating feeling that began quickly washing over was enough to raise alarms.

And she knew the exact cause. It wasn’t the closeness to a human or the lack of an “excuse me” or “sorry” for shoving her. No, there was another, far more important cause to the sickness tightening. Y/n raised her dominant hand, holding her clutch and finding that a special ring was no longer wrapped around her finger. Of the things to have taken, had this one thing seemed much more important than a literal wallet?!

“The nerve of some people! He totally meant th—Y/n, whoa, ya look pale! Are you okay?”

His hand instinctually made contact with you, brushing some stray hairs away from your face as you had done a few times earlier.

“Th-That guy, he—thief, he took my-my!”

You held your hand, twirling air around where a ring once was. Raph blanked for a second, thinking you had meant something to do with your clutch, but as his eyes zeroed in on the light prints of an absent ring, it suddenly all made sense to Raph. A rushed “What? Wait here,” was muttered before he was quickly pursuing the thief. All while leaving you against the outside walls of the café.

You watched Raph’s figure leave. A heavy exhale clawed itself from your chest. How foolish! You had been so caught up in thought—about asking for Raph’s number, that you had allowed someone to get so close. Too close, right into your personal space, and completely able to swipe your ring.

That small piece of jewelry was dearer to you than anything else you owned. It was what contained your power, or rather, what kept it in control. Without it, you were a hazard who started leaking mystic energy immediately. Red sparks crackling around your eyes when you were pushed.

Just seconds from a potential disaster, but somehow it was Raph’s voice that snapped you out of it. You couldn’t lose control here in front of the one place you swore to protect from your evil. You wouldn’t lose control in front of him. So when you barely explained with a shaky voice and he quickly sprung into action, leaving you, there was relief swirling around. This was a good thing. You’d rather him not be around to witness if you couldn’t maintain a firm grip on your power. Not him. Okay, try to distract yourself. Control, think about anything else, anything but your magic right now.

Oh, right! He had held you!

The thought struck you so fiercely your cheeks heated to the same shade as your dress. The warmth of his arms holding you lingered. Even just remembering the feel of his broad chest had you utterly distracted. And it hadn’t stopped there! He had brushed your hair away from your face, his fingers so careful and gentle. That type of touch was quite foreign to you. It had you blushing even more furiously than before—if that was even possible. Your eyes never left Raph’s back until he dashed out of view into an alleyway.

…

As soon as Raph had seen your expression twist and realized you had been wronged, it was like his body moved before his brain could catch up. The perpetrator had sped up into a jog, after hearing Y/n call out “thief.”

Luckily there weren't that many people crowding the sidewalks this morning. Especially since this part of the city wasn't as advertised. Raph’s green eyes tracked the punk as he dodged into an alleyway. He pushed himself faster, shrinking any chances of this guy getting away right on down to zero. Maybe even into the negatives if he tried hard enough,

Fate was on Raph’s side, as is befitting of the hero, because he slowed to a stop to find the petty criminal glaring at the dead end before him. The universe was practically handing this criminal over to Raph in a cute little red bow right now.

“Alright felon, hand back the stolen ring.”

His voice was rough and commanding. Above all else, he despised those who preyed on the weak. Criminal acts like these deserved a good beating, but Raph was willing to compromise on that if this perp coughed up the ring without making things difficult.

“Back up, hero!”

The cornered thief sneered as he brandished a knife, waving it threateningly.

Raph couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped. If only this guy knew! Raph and his brothers faced weapons tenfold more menacing on every patrol. He doubted such a dull thing could even pierce his shell. For a second, he toyed with the thought of taking off the cloaking necklace. Showing his true form. This punk looked like the type to wet himself, and the slight trembling in his hand that wielded such a crude weapon didn’t go unnoticed by Big Raphie.

“They always wanna do it the hard way,”

Raph murmured, shaking his head as he moved forward. This guy was sorely underestimating him. It was comical! Raph ended up wondering if his human form, despite its size, just wasn’t all that intimidating. That would be new to him. So Raph opted for using this to his advantage. After all, he may look big, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t fast, and what was more rewarding than proving wrong the criminal foolish enough to underestimate the Raphael Hamato?

The crook hardly got a second to blink before he was sprawled out on the ground, clutching his gut as he dragged in wounded breaths. Securely in Raph’s palm rested a wooden ring, Y/n’s ring. It had a band of red jewels inside that glimmered brightly even though the alleyway was covered in shadows. He smiled to himself, it seemed as though you really liked this color. His color.

Yet another thing the two of you had in common, other than drinks. How much more did the two of you share interest in?. He wanted—no, needed—to find out.

Now Raph was sure he had held back on his punches, but it was painfully obvious this culprit was struggling to even stand. I see no issue with him turning his back on a downed enemy, do you? Was that overkill? No? Maybe? Who’s here to judge him, honestly?

“Next time, think twice before stealing from a pretty lady.”

He growled over his shoulder before starting up a run back to you. Raph hoped he hadn’t taken too long as he tried to move just a little faster to get back to your side.

Since having been left by Raph, you were finding each second to be harder and harder to restrain the burst of overflowing magic. Thoughts and distractions could only take you so far before fizzling out. Just as you were your mother’s vessel for revenge, that ring was your vessel for magic—a conduit, even. Others would even call it your arcane focus.

Bottomline was, without it, you could barely handle the destructive force pinballing around within. It seems the state you were in was so worrying that the two elderly ladies from the cafe came out, frantically bickering in harsh whispers that were all too muffled in your ears.

Was it getting hot in here, or was it just you? Anyone else? Just you? Alright. Your body pressed harder into the cafe’s brick walls, soothed by the coolness they held. Your head was spinning, with worry and desperation. Was this area hidden enough to attract more danger? Had you really been so foolish as to leave yourself open in prime human territory? Hell, what if this was all an elaborate trick and that thief was actually in cahoots with Raph, and vice versa?

But, what if these are all just your delirious, panicked thoughts? Remember the little voice, the one beckoning hope. She wants to believe humans are good. She wants to believe Raph is good.

You want to believe humans are good, don’t you? How did that one saying go, the one about how even the smallest things can cause the biggest changes? However it went, it seemed this Raph human might have been your smallest thing, creating this ripple of thoughts in your head.

Or, again, maybe that’s the delirium.

You had almost entirely given up on the last bits of hope for Raph being good when finally you saw his silhouette running back to you. He had the widest grin on his face, waving your focus in the air and calling out “Y/n! I got it, ya don’t gotta worry!”

You weren’t sure when the ladies had left, but when he slowed down in front of you and took your hand, you couldn’t help but notice you were all alone.

Old humans were… strange.

Color returned to your skin, the plummeting left your chest, and your tremors ceased as the polished wooden ring slid back into its rightful place upon your hand.

“Th-Thank you…”

You breathed out, allowing yourself to press into him once again with your senses returning faster than you were capable of handling with a straight face. Your forehead rested against his chest as the overflowing energy was being vacuumed right on back to the ring, leaving you far more winded than any training session with Mother had done.

“It’s no problem, Y/n… This ring must be really important to have you this… Upset…”

His voice was softer than it had been during your talks inside. There was obvious concern and worry laced in it. Such kindness was nearly unrecognizable to you, so forgive the temporary dependence on it.

“More than you know, Raph..”

You replied, rubbing the ring so that it twirled around your skin—a nervous habit that Raph took notice to almost immediately. Forgive him, as well, for the heightened attention he had on you right now. A fond smile settled upon his lips as something came back to him suddenly.

“About your question a moment ago, before… well, this. Sure.”

“What?”

You looked up, confused by what he meant. The smile he gave you was enough to put even more hope in your head, eroding the grime and muck that poisoned you, beckoning you deeper to the villainous pits.

“T’exchange numbers, right? That was what ya almost asked?”

Oh! You had completely forgotten that part. Straightening up and taking a coy step back from him, you pulled your cellular from a pocket in your dress (because, really, what villain wears a dress without pockets? never you, of course) and handed it to him with bashful joy.

After the exchange, you both waved your goodbyes, then turned your adoring gaze to the contact in your phone.

𝘙𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 (𝘚𝘙𝘝 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘯)

（1）𝘟𝘟𝘟－𝘟𝘟𝘟－𝘟𝘟𝘟𝘟

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Answering the questions!

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I like a heathly combination of fluff and plot though I don't mind either on their own. I prefer cinematic stories with more parts!

Slow burn is definitely a favorite of mine! I like all genres but I do have a preference for fantasy storylines.

I absolutely avoid the fan made y/n-esque audio rp with already existing characters i.e Midoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou, no hate to the ones who like or make those, props to the voice impressions. I find it amazing they could imitate the voices but they just aren't for me though. Original characters are much more my thing.

Otherwise I'm fine with regards to everything else!

So far I only like GBA, Redacted and Sundew. I prefer soft, gentle mid-ranged to deeper voices. I like deep voices but I don't think I'd like a voice as deep as the mariana trench lol. Higher pitched voices also aren't my thing and if it's too whispery then it won't do it for me as well.

I'm pretty picky ain't I? Apologies if this is inconvenient, I have no one to ask for recommendations and I'm particularly new to the community (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Warmest regards, much love, numerous thanks and salutations,

Oh, I have some recommendations for you! My opinions are a bit biased here (I have a very strong preference for plot-heavy audios over fluff) but it looks like a lot of my favorites suit your tastes. I dislike fanfiction stuff too, especially MHA stuff and I also prefer gentle voice ranges that aren't too high or too low.

I'll give you a few recommendations.

#1: Escaped Audios! He's the very best VA at making you feel like you are living in a movie. All of his stories are heartfelt and exciting, most have slow-burn romances. Most of his characters have a gentle, mid-range voice that isn't too high or too deep (though he as a couple deeper voiced characters). I like his style of acting because he sounds very sincere and "real" when he talks. My two favorite playlists from him are Matador Gothic (his dramatic vampire slayer adventure) and The New Jersey Rats (a mafia-themed Romantic comedy).

I've followed him since Matador Gothic came out a little over a year ago but he's only recently started to gain hype after being super under-rated for a long time. If you like GBA's style of story telling you'll probably like him too. The only downside you might experience is that his stories usually don't leave a lot of room for fluff, so there are no cuddle audios or sleep aids etc on his channel. That said he's my current favorite, is incredibly creative and original, and he's amazing at supercharging my brain with serotonin.

#2: Obsidian Lantern. He has some of the most immersive sound production of any VA I've ever seen. Some of his earlier stuff is a little weird and clumsy but once he catches his footing he's great. His voice is very gentle and comforting to me, and he'll even speak a little Spanish sometimes.

His Gator Boys series is great and actually ties in with the lore of a few other VA's universes! I also really like his Merfolk series. He also plays around with common tropes while putting his own unique spin on them and I really like that too. He also makes all of his own art, and he not only draws thumbnails but actually makes illustrations of the scenes in his audios which is super cool. Overall really great, I think you'd like him.

#3. ZSaku VA. His playlists start out a little slow but over time his style evolved to be more cinematic. I really like his Vampire series (the Xanthus playlist) and his two interconnected crime series (The Elias and Issac playlists). They're good from the outset and just get better. Lately he's been making higher-stakes stories with more collabs and I love that. He's also collabed with a bunch of the other people I mentioned, which I love to see.

He has a nice balance between fluff and story-telling, and lots of his plots/characters connect to one another. If you like Redacted Audio you'll probably like ZSaku. The only downside is that he takes a long time in between episodes of each series, and works on multiple series at the same time, so if you really get into one playlist you might end up feeling a bit impatient.

#4: YuuriVoice. He's got a rotating cast of characters and he's one of my long-time comfort channels. He has ongoing plots throughout all of his series, but his stuff is mostly character-based. It's worth listening to everything and getting attached to his characters, as their development gets better and more complex over time.

He can do a pretty broad range of voices too, and they all feel unique and fresh. He has done some MHA/fanfic type audios before in the past but over time he transitioned to focusing on his own original characters and I love all of them.

#5: Shining Armor ASMR. I like him more as a comfort/fun/fluff channel. A great channel for listening to little bite sized audios with fun character concepts and lower stakes. I also like his voice and his accent, and it's fun seeing him do different voices within his accent. Definitely more on the fluff side but I think you'd appreciate him!

That's about it! There are more channels I like but based on your tastes I think you would like those channels. Also, honorable mention to Desmond ASMR. I love him but he's been on hiatus for like a year now!

Feel free to leave your own recommendations/cosigns/etc in the comments and reblogs.

Love, Ringmaster.

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vellichxrr6782 · 1 year

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— lowkey.

character[s] — kamisato ayato. theme & genre — fluff, kissing, strangers to lovers? cw/tw — alcohol, a tad bit suggestive. word count — 2.9k words. a/n — for @maehemthemisfit 's fluffvember collab ! thank you for having me <3

wonder what i'll do when the cops come through and the whiskey's run out.

you mindlessly swirled around the sparkling beverage in your wine glass, the soft party lights illuminating everything around you.

you weren't really one for house parties, especially when your friend who'd promised to keep you company had just abandoned you to go talk to someone about fifteen minutes ago. now, you were sitting alone, which was quite embarrassing, considering everyone around you was chattering away with their companions.

it was a shame, really. you'd gotten all dressed up and put on your best clothes and nicest accessories, and even got all excited to have fun with your friends, all to be left alone.

although, you wouldn't say you felt alone, honestly.

especially not with the incredibly handsome stranger who'd been eyeing you for the past five minutes.

he wasn't exactly a stranger, you'd seen him around your university, he was quite the celebrity there. understandably so, since he was the president of the student council, his sister being the vice president. you didn't quite remember his name. from what you'd heard, he was an intelligent and opportunistic man, but equally mischievious and cunning. but god, no one had told you he would be so attractive.

when you first met his eyes, you immediately turned to the other side, a bit surprised from realising he was looking at you, of all people. in your eyes, you were definitely one of the least eye-catching people there, surrounded by many eccentric souls who came off a bit too strong in their mannerisms and impressions.

feeling his gaze on you, you fixed your hair out of instinct, looking down at the drink. it seemed lackluster now, for some reason. actually, almost everything seemed lackluster after you'd locked eyes with him.

time passed rather slowly for your comfort, and it was a bit frustrating. solely because you still felt him looking at you, his lavender eyes gazing upon your figure sitting on the bar stool. you would rather he come up and talk to you instead.

he was assertively sitting on the sofa, legs crossed as if he owned the place. some women did approach him, but he was quick to deny any advances made from them. he came with four other people before, but now he was all alone. you'd noticed them get up and go to dance, and you assumed he didn't want to.

well, assumptions were no more needed, anyway. you could just straight up ask him directly, now, since he was making his way to you before you could process anything.

'cause i've been lookin' at you since half past two, wanna take this downtown?

a cool, collected voice asked you, "is this seat taken, miss?" and you quickly nodded, knowing who it might be. his voice made little goosebumps form on your skin, but you dismissed it to be the cold air in the room. it was nearing the end of november, anyway.

you took another sip of your drink. you suddenly felt like you were underdressed for the occasion, even though this was the most you've dressed up for a party.

he had a cup of bubble tea in his hand (the first time you'd ever seen someone drink bubble tea at a house party), fairly well-dressed for a place full of people on the verge of breaking down, with his blue hair tied into a low ponytail that was thrown over his shoulder.

you glanced at him, and felt your cheeks darken a bit. you convinced yourself it was the alcohol (and spoiler alert: this wasn't the last time you're to blame the your drink for whatever was to go down). why were you embarrassed again? he was the one who was staring, no?

"um, hi. you're the president of the student council, right?" you said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, even though it was already tucked. "y/n."

"hm? a pretty name. suits you well." he smiled, stretching out his hand as if it were for a business deal. "ayato kamisato, president of the student council, you may just call me ayato. a pleasure to meet you, miss y/n."

a pretty name... suddenly, you felt grateful for your name. you wouldn't trade it for the world. ayato, his name was prettier. everything about him was. the way he composed himself was so dignified.

"no need to be formal. you can just call me y/n." you shook his hand. they were soft as silk, and you enjoyed the feeling of them against yours. "it's nice to meet you too, ayato."

a small moment of silence followed your introduction. a part of you was hoping that wasn't the end of the conversation.

"what brings you here, y/n? i mean, you're alone, like me. so i couldn't help but wonder." he raised a brow and you laughed softly, your voice barely overpowering whatever cliché love song that was playing on the speakers.

"i came with friends, but they all left to do their own things. so basically, i was ditched." you frowned a little, then titled your head in ayato's direction. "you?"

"my friends have their dating anniversary today. why one would keep an anniversary for their first date, i will never know." he chuckled softly, and you felt warm in your chest, comforted by his presence.

you chuckled, wishing them a happy anniversary from your end. ayato nodded, taking another sip of his boba.

ayato had a playful glint in his eyes, his smile lighting up the room as he carefully tapped the table in front of him with a proper rhythm. he was gorgeous, no competition.

"they went off to dance. each of them has their own partner, but me. i'd rather sit alone than dance alone surrounded by my friends who look like they're about to make out with each other." ayato said, as if he was waiting for you to say something.

fifth wheel, much? you felt pretty bad about that, but hey, he was always welcome to dance with you.

that's what you were thinking, atleast. not what you wanted to say out loud. you swore you were never drinking alcohol again.

this liquid courage got me way too honest.

"well, would you like to dance with me?" you said, and your hands clasped over your mouth the second the words came out of them.

bold move, y/n. very bold.

"you can just say no it's fine you don't have to say yes i mean i'm practically delusional for wanting to dance with someone like you you know i'm basically nobody and why would you even dance with me even though i find you pretty cute and i'm internally wishing that you would and i should really shut up now-" you paused, taking a deep breath. "shouldn't i?"

ayato stared at you, wide-eyed. "huh?"

"i'm so sorry, you can ignore me for the rest of the nigh-" you started, but were interrupted by ayato's laughter echoing through your ears.

"oh my god, you're so cute." he stated, and you nearly fell off your stool. "i'm WHAT", was your internal monologue. you were absolutely flabbergasted. how could he say things like that without feeling embarrassed?

his contagious laughter subsided as you attempted (and failed) to collect your thoughts.

"it'd be an honour to dance with you, y/n. besides," ayato winked, grinning. "i couldn't ignore you even if i tried."

cheesy. and unbelievable. that's how you would describe the entire situation. but despite how your face was on fire, you couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable surge of euphoria rush through your veins.

ayato stood up, extending his hand for you to take. you got up, following his lead.

the music was deafening, but you could still hear his heart beating loudly as you danced with him. you smiled in his direction, eyes meeting for what was the hundredth time, but seemed like the first, since you felt all your complex emotions over and over again.

perhaps it wasn't good to be so attracted to a stranger. perhaps it wasn't so good to want to leave this party and go somewhere quieter. where it was just you and him.

you wished he wasn't looking at you the way he was, his sultry voice making you feel goosebumps all over again.

his hands were wrapped around your waist, as he moved to the music. you clutched onto his clothes, unable to meet his gaze.

put your phone on vibrate, let's catch a vibe, babe, while the sun's down.

"look me in the eyes, y/n." he whispered close to your ear, and you stiffened up, immediately locking eyes with him. he smiled, his thumb holding up your chin. you instinctively closed your eyes, and he leaned in.

his soft lips pressed against yours, and for a brief moment, it felt like you were falling.

it was thrilling.

when he pulled away, you pulled him back for another kiss, and he obliged willingly. it felt surreal, to kiss underneath party lights, the surge of adrenaline rushing through your veins, your heart beating fasted than it ever had before.

the alcohol was starting to act up.

"do you... do you wanna go somewhere else?" you whispered, voice barely above the chattering of people. bold move, you thought to yourself. but you didn't want to wait for no reason and let it pass by you.

ayato took the hint immediately, smiling. "of course. where do you want to go?"

"anywhere."

"what about my place, then?" he offered, and you nodded quickly. ayato smiled, giving you his hand.

hush now, i know we're a little too fucked up to stay still, love.

you followed as he led you through the sea of people, and he stopped to talk to a woman who looked just like him. you assumed it was his sister.

"ayaka, i'll be going back home." he said, and the girl; ayaka, asked why. ayato responded by nudging you, and you greeted her.

she bowed slightly, greeting you back. "see you, brother!" ayato grinned, waving her goodbye.

"your sister is gorgeous." you complimented, and ayato replied with, "i'll let her know."

you both quietly left the party, making sure to tell no one except ayaka that you two were together. god knows what sort of wildfire would begin when they found out that the kamisato ayato was seen leaving a party with a nobody.

be as quiet as you can, 'cause if anyone sees they'll just blow shit up.

then again, you didn't care. you were impatient, and you knew nothing mattered except you and him. let people say whatever, you were just there to be with him.

you and ayato spoke about things on the way while he drove to his estate, and you were glad to get to know him. you'd never felt this... free, this comfortable with someone you'd just met before. he was charismatic, and easy to talk to. it didn't take much for you to find yourself feeling attracted to him.

you were quite talkative too, under the influence of whatever drinks you'd had at the party. you wished his estate would come quick enough, cause it was tough holding back on yourself when he was right in front of you.

after what felt like an eternity of talking and playful flirting, you finally reached his massive house. he welcomed you in, and said that it was only you and him, since the servants were on a leave.

how coincidental. the timing was perfect.

i don't gotta know if you're taken,

his hands held onto yours tightly, and he tilted his head, looking you in the eyes. "are you nervous?"

"a little, i must admit..." you let out a soft laugh, and ayato hugged you in response. "don't be. i won't force you to do anything. just stay with me."

you sat down on the sofa in his living room, your legs crossed in anticipation. a part of you felt nervous, but you were getting impatient, too. your emotions were overwhelming.

ayato sat down beside you, his eyes meeting yours in the silence. the room was dimly lit, and the large window showed a beautiful scenery of the city lights and stars.

he put an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. you felt your breath hitch as you came closer, gaze lingering on his lips for far too long, and ayato wasn't exactly clueless either, since he took the hint.

i'll just let you know, bedroom's vacant.

the night was still young. the stars were sparkling brighter than any of the blinding lights at the party you had escaped from. you couldn't help but never want to leave.

you didn't want tonight to end.

there was an undeniable charm in the air, mixed with unfamiliar feelings you had never felt before. you thought to yourself, were you one of the many people he had brought to his home like this? or were you the first?

no one's gotta know, just us and the moon 'til the sun starts wakin'

you dismissed those thoughts, and neither did ayato give you time to think, as his lips gently pressed onto yours once more. somehow, it felt far more magical than kissing under party lights.

you closed your eyes, and swore you could see stars because of the fever of excitement you were feeling. his kiss melted onto your lips, slowly savouring every little part of yours. his fingers delicately placed themselves on your cheek, caressing it to soothe you and reassure you to keep going.

you grabbed onto his shoulders for support, inching closer and closer to his body. the kiss lasted far longer than it had before, and you enjoyed every second of it. you found yourself wanting more when he pulled away, and you couldn't blame anyone but him for getting you addicted like this.

but how could you blame him, either?

you kissed ayato's neck, unbuttoning his shirt a little to make way for you. embarrassed by your confidence, you buried your head in ayato's chest, and he teasingly asked you, "are you being shy? don't worry, we don't have to rush."

that was reassuring. you wrapped your arms around his waist, sitting down on his lap. ayato ran his hands through your hair, whispering compliments. he was so gentle with you, it felt ethereal.

up's the only direction i see, as long as we keep this lowkey,

"you're so pretty." he breathed out, "so, so gorgeous."

his voice was like ambrosia, his lips like honey, tasting so incredibly sweet on your lips that you couldn't believe they were all yours. his passionate kisses were mixed with your sloppy ones, you were trying to form coherent words but you couldn't. not when you were at such close proximity with the kamisato ayato, to the point where you could see each crevice of his carefully-carved visage.

a mark was clearly visible on ayato's neck from your little adventure earlier, and he ran a finger over your lips, an indescribable emotion in his eyes. the crinkles under his eyes and the curve of his lips was driving you to new heights, and you, flushed with embarrassment, desperately tried to hide your face.

you ain't even gotta love me.

the moon was glowing, the stars dwindling in the sea of black. you felt like you were falling deeper and deeper into his abyss, only to crash-land onto clouds of tenderness that he'd created for you with his hands.

perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was ayato, but you felt so intoxicated. your skin was on fire, and you swore it was liquid courage that had you feeling so bold tonight.

"you're a secret, one i don't want anyone to know." ayato claimed, warmth glimmering in his eyes as he looked at you. "perhaps i'm scared they'd take you away from me."

"no one's going to take me away, ayato." you laughed, pressing your forehead against his.

"they will once they find out how absolutely bewitching you are." ayato immediately responded, as if it was second-nature for him to be so enchanting with his words.

us in a king-size, keep it a secret,

you didn't want to leave, regardless of how late it was getting or how many rumours would spiral if you were with him. you didn't really care, if you wanted to be completely honest.

"stay the night, won't you?" ayato whispered against your ear, and you nodded, arms wrapped around his neck. “if it’s you, though, i’d like for you to stay forever.”

you knew what you wanted. you knew it was with him. and still, still you would blame the alcohol for your courage, honesty and fogging up your rationality, cause you had never felt this strongly for someone before.

say i'm your queen, i don't wanna leave this,

you didn't even want to tell anyone, it would be for the best. what use was others knowing gonna bring? so naturally, you assumed the best course of action was to keep it a sweet secret, just for the two of you to savour.

keep all the nights you wanted to spend with him a secret. keep all the longing glances and fleeting touches a secret. keep all the passionate kisses a secret. keep the blooming love a secret.

keep it lowkey.

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published on; 27th november, 2022 writing belongs to @/vellichxrr6782 on tumblr.

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nejigirl5 · 2 years

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| Insecure at the Beach |

Itachi Uchiha x Fem!Pregnant!Reader

My piece for the Summer Break Collab hosted by @sleepysnk! It’s technically a continuation of Teddy Bears but you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to!

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, one instance of a kiss, insecurities/pregnancy related insecurities, cringe...

WC: 3459 (It could have been a whole lot longer... but... I was seriously tired...)

Characters: Itachi, Y/n + Boruto/Naruto Characters

A/n: It’s probably clear that the writing gets progressively worse as I got more tired since I am on vacation and do not have as much time as I wanted to get this done aside from late at night. Haha... procrastination... I was going to have this done a month ago... Sorry... I want to go back to doing previews more again since it holds me accountable so watch out for that! Woo...

A strange thing, really, to see a large log just lying on the beach when there were no trees around. It was incredible to even think that the waves were strong enough to bring such a massive piece of wood all the way from wherever it happened to come from, all the way there and so far up on the sand. Each thing on the beach riddled with mystery, as there was always a chance that it could be from some island nearby, or halfway across the world, it was hard to tell from just looking at it. But like most logs, it made a rather comfortable sitting place for the few people who preferred land to the sea, Itachi and Y/n included.

Flashback:

“The beach?” Y/n asked, examining the basket of laundry Itachi had just set down. “Yes, at Sasuke’s invitation.” She contemplated his words. “It seems most of the children are going to visit there as some kind of retreat for the academy… with adults of course.” He smiled, removing his gray shirt and tossing it in the basket as well. He looked as good as ever, at least as far as Y/n could tell. Just the same, really. Hair still perfectly straight and smooth, tied back loosely in a comfortable ponytail, and body in pristine condition and shape, him still getting high levels of exercise within his busy schedule. But Y/n, though she had eaten relatively healthy and exercised frequently throughout the pregnancy, it was still clear as day that she was expecting, naturally.

What was the expectation? Would she just sit there and sulk the entire time? While all the other Konoha women, Tenten, Ino, Temari, Sakura, and Hinata would wear extravagant bathing suits? Something Y/n wasn’t accustomed to even when less large. It seemed that in her group of people, she was going through this alone. The rest of them had long been recovered from their pregnancies, and were together during that stage, which Y/n herself had missed. 'I’d look like a complete fool next to him…’ She couldn’t help but think while picturing the event in her head. It seemed wrong, criminal even, to be slightly ashamed of carrying her own child, and to feel as if Itachi's support was not enough. But maybe… if she had not wanted to wait so long… he would already have been born yet and she wouldn’t be in this predicament now.

“It will be a bit of a trip to Kirigakure, but nothing to bad and i’m sure it will be worth it. It will be nice to see water after so long, right?” Y/n nodded, shyly. “You must miss Kisame, right?” Itachi contemplated for a brief moment, a finger resting on his chin as his eyes took in the ceiling. “He was a fine partner, really. And despite it all, one of the best shinobi I have ever seen.” He reminisced, the memories still feeling like yesterday. Regret was not as apparent in his words as they were years ago, it was good to see he had forgiven himself more after all this time.

He noticed her expression change suddenly, him almost aware there would be an excuse coming. “I… I don’t think I have a swimsuit, Itachi…” She frowned, turning away from his gaze. “What? Nonsense. We can go out shopping whenever you’d like and buy a new one. I’m sure we can find something to fit your style.” He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder as she hung up some wet clothes. “I have the day off, let me finish that so you can get some rest.” He insisted, her refusal making him frown and start dragging her off to their room. “Y/n, if not for yourself, then for me?” He tucked her into the covers like he had done so many times before. “Just relax.” He spoke softly before exiting, leaving Y/n alone with her thoughts. Part of her wanted to call out to Itachi, and inform him of her concerns. He always knew how to make her feel better. Yet she could only feel as if it would be selfish to do so. And so she went to sleep, somewhat longing for her husband to be with her so she could be at peace.

The next day rolled around, gray clouds in the sky as if they were perfectly representing Y/n’s mood. No magical remedy came from the sweet comments that came from the people in the village as they walked through the streets, everyone congratulating them for their child, and those who had already known were shocked at his growth. Instead, it was Itachi’s eyes when he heard their excitement, the eyes of an excited father-to-be, and one Y/n could predict would be perfect in every way.

Another comfort was the maternity store they stopped at, it being run by a woman who too was pregnant, and had lots of cute choices for bathing suits. With the help of Itachi, Y/n eventually chose a simple f/c two-piece suit with small white stripes adorning it, and a little bow before the top poofed out over her stomach, making it comfortable. The skirt was the same, and long enough that she didn’t feel uncomfortable.

“You look wonderful, my love.” Itachi spoke softly as she looked at herself in the mirror with a slight smile. “Of course, you always do.” He added, placing a hand on your belly and feeling a slight kick from the baby. “He’s restless these days…” Y/n’s smile grew at his movement. “Reminds me of Shisui. I believe we may have another troublemaker in the Uchiha clan.” He chuckled softly, reminding himself to invite Shisui along as well. “At least we know he will become a great, strong ninja. Just like him.” She spoke.

Flashback Ends.

“Mommy! Come play with me and Kawaki!” Himawari squealed, running up to Hinata why dragging Kawaki with her. “Ah. I said don’t want to play right now!” He yelled sternly, voice softening as he watched her whimper. “Come on! You’ll want to play if we start!” He nodded, slightly annoyed as he really had nothing better to do. “Well it seems as if I have to go now, I’ll leave you to discuss.” Hinata mentioned, as she walked off with the kids a bit down the beach for whatever activities Himawari had in store for them.

“Hey Naruto!” Shisui spoke, standing up and situating himself on the empty space on the log. “Yeah?” Naruto replied, watching his movements. “Been having fun being the hokage?” Shisui asked, in a friendly tone. “Sure! I mean…” He pondered the question. It had been everything he’d wanted since he was a child. But even then, he knew he wouldn’t be the best at the job. That would be someone else.

“Well you should really be hokage, Itachi!” Naruto mentioned, turning to face the Uchiha. “No, no. I’m quite glad I turned it down. As fun as paperwork sounds, I prefer to stay home with Y/n and now B/n. It would be hard to take care of them if I was never around...” Itachi spoke. “B/n sounds lucky. He has a dad who actually wants to be in is life.” Boruto muttered, hearing their conversation. “The hokage’s job is important, and someone has to do it, right Boruto?” Shisui chimed in, tapping the boys shoulder as he stood up.

“Y/n, would you like to go in the water?” Itachi asked, confused at her cold expression. “You can go, I think it’s best if I just stay here.” She tried to smile at him, yet somehow couldn't. “Hmm…” Surprise was evident on her face as he took her hands in his, guiding her up to stand. When they were at eye level, she could only blush at the way he was deeply examining her face. “Are you… nervous Y/n?” He asked plainly, leaving Shisui confused in the background as he started to walk with her along the beach a little ways.

“Someday when he is born, it would be nice to take him to the beach with us.” He smiled, gently squeezing her hand. Missing her response, he stopped walking. “We'd have to wait for the group to go all the way back to the village, since I doubt anyone else is ready to head home, but if you’d like, we can just leave the beach until the end if that's what you'd like.” Itachi asked, wanting her to be comfortable. Part of him was thinking she was just tired from the pregnancy, but he knew her too well to truly think that was all it was.

"If there is anything concerning you, please, tell me." He almost begged, but knowing her he knew she wouldn't give anything. "I'm fine, really, Itachi." Y/n looked him in the eyes, slightly mesmerized by how beautiful his were. She had truly married such a talented shinobi, with eyes that even when without the sharingan, could easily put her in a trance. "Here. Let's go in the water." Itachi led her to the edge of the sand where the waves spilled onto it. The golden sun made the blue water sparkle, a mesmerizing sight for the couple. A sweet moment that they hadn’t had time for in the last months, preparation for the baby and all. Itachi was always at work, seeing as he had to support them somehow, and when he wasn’t, he would force Y/n to rest as she was constantly tired and needed it. As nice as quiet can be, she missed the noise of their conversations and time together, which Itachi understood, yet he wanted to take a few months off work spending them with her and b/n so they had to try and save up as much as possible for now.

"Mmmph!" Y/n turned to look at the sound, Himawari skipping towards them. "Bleh" Kawaki bursted up through his sand shell, rising through the ground. Himawari’s face was a look of almost terror, yet also amusement that brought confusion to Itachi's face. "Kawaki... you broke it!" She cried out, looking at the sand covered boy and the remains of her laboring. "You could have not buried my head, y'know!" He continued to spit out sand. "I apologize Kawaki..." Hinata chimed in, handing him a towel for him to wipe himself off with as she walked towards the bunch, possibly to see Himawari’s creation.

“Haha! You’re covered in sand Kawaki!” Boruto laughed as he watched his muscles tense up in his arms. “Shut up Boruto!” He said, seemingly taking a swing at him before Boruto ducked. “Missed me!” He yelled, running off with Himawari behind him and a smug grin on his face. “Oh… why does this always happen to me…” He groaned, sinking into the water to wash up until his eyes were at water level. Y/n could only let out a slight giggle as she observed his depressed expression. 'He really is a great addition to their family...' She thought.

“Itachi! Y/n! We’re starting up the barbeque!” Ino yelled to them, holding the skewers for kabobs. “Would it be that the best chef in the world will be cooking?” Itachi asked, hinting at Y/n. “Yep! That would be me, right?” Shisui laughed as Itachi rolled his eyes. “What! My world famous slightly charred ribs are the best! I mean you guys loved them, right?” Y/n ruffled up his hair. “Yes, Shisui, you talented, amazing chef. The charring on those ribs was just divine, so much so it took up half the meat!” He smiled at her comment.

“Y/n! Hinata! We need cooks!” Ino shouted again, looking her straight in the eyes. “You’re not cooking, Ino?” Hinata asked, approaching the grill. “Me? Cooking is more of Sai’s thing. I just go out to eat a lot. Plus, we don't really need three.” She responded. Y/n started to season the meat, alternating the pieces with vegetables on the skewers before covering them to marinate for a bit in a sauce. Hinata chopped up some lettuce and tomatoes, to make a salad, and got out the potato chips and fruit already prepared.

“Hey Kawaki, you want to play some volleyball?” Boruto asked, nudging him on the shoulder. “After lunch? With who?” He asked. “I’d like to play.” Mitsuki commented, staring right at them. “Ah… when’d you get right there Mitsuki?” Boruto asked, confused. “I’ve been here the entire time, Boruto.” He responded. “So! Mitsuki and I on a team? We’re sure to win!” He yelled enthusiastically, fist raised in the air. “Actually, if you wouldn’t mind, I would like to be with Kawaki. I was thinking it would help with our teamwork.” He insisted. “Well, okay. That cool Kawaki?” Boruto looked at the taller one, and he nodded.

“Iwabe! Get over here?” Boruto called. “What do you want, Boruto, I’m busy.” He responded. “Oh sorry, we just needed another player for volleyball!” Iwabe walked over with his hands behind his head, yawning slightly. “Eh, I guess if you really need me…” Boruto interrupted him. “Then after lunch it’s game on! Iwabe and I vs Kawaki and Mitsuki!” He yelled enthusiastically, way too pumped up for a simple game.

Ino was wearing a small bikini with a flower pattern on it. And a sheer coverup skirt around her waist, something Y/n slightly envied about her. ‘She's so confident… she can wear whatever…’ She thought, placing some of the skewers on the grill rack. “It’s already smelling so good!” Tenten remarked, poking her head over the meat to inhale its scent. “Perfect for those pregnancy munchies, right Y/n?” Ino said, looking at her. “Uh… um…” Y/n responded, turning to face Itachi slightly.

“Actually, she hasn’t really eaten any differently during the pregnancy.” He commented. “Really?” Sai asked, thinking back to his own memories. “Ino really ate like a pig… she went on a massive diet after she gave birth.” He said, nonchalantly. “Hey!” She screeched at Sai, ready to scold him. “Temari was the same.” Shikamaru chimed in. “At least you won’t have to go on a diet Y/n… you’ll probably just bounce right back to your usual self… lucky…” Ino frowned.

“I don’t see anything wrong with eating a lot during pregnancy, it’s natural, right? I just… haven’t been very hungry, that's all. Just very tired.” Y/n muttered, trying to calm everyone down. “Mommy, truth or dare!” Himawari shouted, peeking out from behind Hinata. “Uhm… Truth.” She replied, looking down at her energetic daughter. “Would you rather be stranded on an island with twenty other people, or not be stranded but be all alone?” Himawari asked, testing out the game she had recently learned. “Ah... this brings me back!" Ino gasped, taking a sip of her drink with the overdramatic sigh. "Stuck on an island with 20 people, I would say... It would be much more entertaining to be around you all. I can't fathom what I would do with all that space alone." Hinata responded.

"What about you, Itachi? Truth or dare?" She asked next. "Let's not bother him, Himawari." Hinata chimed in, not wanting her to say something rude. "Ah... It's fine. I'll go with... dare. I'm feeling a bit adventurous, hmm?" He replied. "I dare you to kiss Y/n!" She laughed, as Y/n's face got red, hiding it as she turned to face the grill. "Eh, I'm sorry Itachi. You don't have to." Naruto responded for Himawari, feeling slightly awkward. "Y/n... would you be okay with that?" Itachi asked as he walked over, placing a finger under her chin to lift it up so their eyes would meet. "I mean they're married already, I'm sure they've kissed a million times!" Himawari whined in the background, Hinata slightly scolding her.

"Uh... sure... if you want to..." Y/n responded, giving a quick nod with a slight smile. It was a soft, quick peck on the lips, but to both Itachi and Y/n it was like a sacred moment of togetherness. Like a promise to always be with each other. For them, the act of a kiss wasn't just casual... it was something that was earned, and treasured. A true sign of devotion. Within the timespan of less than a second, it was like Itachi replaced her whole world, and she felt so small in comparison, hiding her blushing face as he whispered, "Thank you, I have missed that."

"See Boruto? He asked for consent. That's what a true gentleman does." Naruto mentioned to Boruto, pointing to the couple. "Yeah, I know that already! I'm not like you, old man." He spoke, lining up with a plate to get food. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean!" Naruto tried to steal the next spot in line next to Boruto but was stopped by a gloomy Sasuke. "You're making too big of a deal out of this, Naruto. Just get some food." He mumbled. Only a loud "Hmph!" came from Naruto for the rest of his time in line.

- Skips to after lunch...

"It's time... for the volleyball battle to begin!" Boruto yelled, standing in the shallow water before the partially submerged net. Iwabe was on his left, facing Kawaki. "Hey guys... it's just volleyball, you don't have to be so aggressive..." He muttered, looking at the expressions of the two boys. Their glares were intense at each other, both locked in a staring contest neither wanted to back out of. Mitsuki and Boruto alike were watching their silent feud, wondering who it was that would blink first.

"Ha!" Iwabe yelled, having watched Kawaki's eyes close shut for just a millisecond, a reflex he regretted. "What are you going on about!" He yelled back, trying to act all confused. "I don't know if you noticed, but it looks like I won." Iwabe rubbed it in. "We weren't even in a staring contest!" Kawaki tried to argue, but both knew that they had made that silent agreement and there was no getting out of it.

"Iwabe! Do something!" Boruto yelled, the ball flying right towards Iwabe's face. "I... I..." He just ducked, not having played volleyball before and it (rather cinematically) bounced off his head and scored a point for their team. Instances like this occurred many times during their game, both teams somewhat incompetent and not knowledgeable on the rules of volleyball. "Kawaki, you hold your hands together, like this." Mitsuki corrected Kawaki with a demonstration. "What's the point of being a shinobi if we can't use our skills in this..." He muttered, demonstrating with his arm. "It's not fun that way! We're on a more equal playing field, here." Boruto tried to explain. In the end, the game had to be cut short and was a tie as Kawaki 'accidentally' speared the ball.

"Seriously? We were going to win that one!" Iwabe groaned. "Thanks a lot." He pointed at Kawaki. "Hmph." He responded, going to sit down. "It was a good game..." Mitsuki tried to lighten the mood. "As if..." Iwabe rolled his eyes. "You all played well!" Y/n congratulated them when they walked passed. Her eyes slowly drifted away from them as she stared at the horizon. "What are you thinking about?" Itachi asked, overlapping her hand with his. "Not much..." She replied, eyes still glued on the sky. "Hmm? I'm sure it's something." He tried to encourage her to speak. "I guess... wouldn't it be nice if b/n played volleyball with them some day? I know he's quite a bit younger... but it would be so fun for them to play with him." She spoke quietly, getting tired as the day had been long already.

"And b/n will make his own friends too... but it's a long time in the future, still. I just can't wait to meet him and raise him with you." Itachi pulled her into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. "Do you think I'll ever look the same again? I mean Ino said it was diffi..." She was cut off. "You look just as beautiful as you did before, my love. You're giving me such joy... by carrying our child. I don't want you to ever feel like you're not enough, okay?" He frowned. "Even Sai said that Ino ate like a pig... you don't think that way about me?" He started rubbing her shoulders, trying to take the stress and worry away. "Of course not. I wish you would indulge yourself more, anyway. It's completely natural to have a larger appetite, you don't need to limit yourself." He smiled back at her, seeing her eyes gleaming with excitement for the first time during the trip instead of anxiousness. "I think... I think I'm ready to go in the water now..." She mentioned, standing up. "There are still many hours for us to enjoy, let's not wait any longer." Itachi spoke, leading her there.

A/n: Yeah I’m still bad at dialogue... so sorry...

#itachi x reader #itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x y/n #itachi x you #naruto #shisui #shisui uchiha #iwabe yuino #iwabe #boruto #boruto uzumaki #hinata #ino yamanaka #kawaki #mitsuki #summerbreakcollab

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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Deja Vu

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳ you’re getting married to keishin today!! 😆💍 congratulations on your wedding! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

my entry for @tahdashi ‘s champagne kisses collab 🍾 no warnings except I’m still learning how to write <3 [notes] : fluff everywhere

♫ playing: say you won’t let go - James Arthur ♫

bride!reader x groom!ukai keishin

It’s been a while since Keishin cleaned himself up like this, buying a tailored suit, going to get a haircut, neat shave. It gives him deja vu of when he first asked you out, hoping that a nicer outfit would increase his chances. Or much later into your relationship when he decided to dress a little more fancy ‘jus cuz’, however, he revealed his true intentions later that night in a velvet black box that he pulled out from his pocket.

Keishin remembered how your eyes immediately sparkled from both delight and tears mimicking the gleam from the jewel staring at you; how his heart beat rapidly moments after opening the box; the way the world seemed to stop until the small nod of your head causes him to almost fall over to catch you in a tight hug.

You were a blubbering mess as you tried to utter words of affection while the love of your life slides the engagement ring on your finger. All Keishin could do is chuckle and wipe your tears away with his free hand, before leaning his forehead against yours and whispering the same thing.

“Shh, don’t cry, dont cry. I love you so much. You have no idea.” As if you weren’t repeating the same words to each other over the past days. He peppers kisses all over your face, holding you close and gently like you carry the world.

Now, you’re both here at your wedding. All dressed up with a small gathering of your close family and friends who watch you up the aisle with awe. But you don’t notice them when you lay your eyes on your soon-to-be husband who wore a classic black and white tux, with a rose peeking from his handkerchief, and his trimmed hair slicked back, looking gorgeous as ever. He has a look of wonder in his eyes, hands clasped together in front of him.

The sight alone makes your heart feel full.

Keishin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, either. The moment you enter the room in your wedding gown, the world stopped on its own once again just for you. All Keishin could focus on was you.

He catches his breath admiring the way tiny jewels cascade down your hair, your hand gracefully holding a small bouquet of flowers, the shy smile on your face, and not to mention your oh-so-kissable cheeks that were blossomed pink. Your dress that was kept a secret from him, finally revealed before his eyes.

He thought you were gorgeous in anything, even when you’re in a old baggy tee and hair messily tied up in a bun. Even when there’s some cookie crumbs left on your hoodie sleeve. Or when your makeup is ruined from watching sad dramas and you’d dodge his kisses saying that you looked ‘horrible’—and he would give you a look saying ‘does it look like I give a damn?’ before proceeding to give your pouting lips a kiss.

In this moment, his breath is nearly taken away. He could be in heaven just from the sight alone.

The jitters he felt before were long gone.

He was going to marry you. And you were going to marry him.

That is all he could ever dream of since that one night you both stayed up late in his little studio apartment playing cards and you fell asleep on his lap. He whispered his love confession right as soon as you dozed off, playing with your hair, tracing your furrowed brows, and kissing your temple, before he picks you up ‘bridal style’ and lays you down on the comfort of his bed.

“I wanna be with you…forever.” Images of you living in the same home and growing old together flashed in his mind. And potentially, raising a child or two…or three. He doesn’t mind. As long as you were together. Of course, at the time, these were just mere fantasies to him. A distant dream.

Keishin sighed dreamily before drifting off on his own by your side. That was the first night he finally got some good sleep after the long hard days of working and coaching. He realized he gained more strength each day he sees you. He craves your laughter, your smiles, your scent, your touch.

Thank God your feelings were reciprocated because he wouldn’t know what to do if that weren’t the case. You brought the light in the dull darkness that was once his life.

“Pinch me,” Keishin echoes the words he used when you first confessed. You finally reach him from what felt like a long walk up the aisle. You scrunch your nose in delight and gently tug on his sleeve jacket as a way to ‘pinch’ him. His facial muscles are already starting to hurt from the constant smile on his face, the stars in his own deep brown orbs remain sparkling.

It was magical. Exchanging vows, delicately placing rings on each other. Despite being together for years, you still felt the electric from his thumb grazing over your hand. And then finally, sealing your vows with a kiss which he’s been dying to do since you walked in.

The crowd buzzes with excitement once your lips connect. Ukai places his palm behind your neck as he brings you closer. Butterflies chase each other in your stomach and your head tips back from the action as he kisses you deeply with affection, unshy of the audience before you.

A few cheers and chatter from the Karasuno boys can be heard.

“Let’s goooo!!” One bellows.

“The Ukais!!” Another cheers.

“Yeahh, Mr. and Mrs. Coach!!”

“Their last name is not coach!”

“Wait what?!”

Your laughter causes you to pull away from each other. Keishin, your now fully-wedded husband, takes the opportunity to pick you up the same way he did that one night at his apartment, carrying you down the aisle to God knows where.

It doesn’t matter. From this day on, with hearts connected as one, you’ll follow each other to the ends of the Earth.

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#[🥂] — champagne kisses collab #I LOVE UKAI TO PIECES #gonna write a haikyuu!dad hc featuring keishin next #🍙—reader inserts #🍕—collabs #haikyuu marriage fluff #ukai x reader #ukai keishin x reader #haikyuu x reader #ukai brainrot #ukai fluff #ukai imagines #ukai keishin hcs

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splatcam-0110 · 1 year

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Hello I didn’t pay attention to the direct after the Splatoon announcement so I took pictures.

So Wave 2 of the Splatoon 3 DLC pass will revisit the Inkopolis however as you can tell not everything is the same. This will definitely be another story mode campaign that will have agent 8 as the main character. There were many images that flashed that I took pictures of and I’ll review each one.

As you can see the Square is much different than what it was in Splatoon 2 whether this is the actual Square in its current state or a alternate version (like how we saw it recreated in that one level in Octo Expansion) is to be determined. The Lobby is replaced with this manor like building which I suspect will be the sort of hub area between the levels. Other than that the décor shows a lot of coral-like structures particularly dead coral that have been bleached by chemicals like we see in IRL oceans. This may tie to the central theme of the story where chemicals are affecting the world and the creatures of the campaign.

Here we see 8 sporting new gear for this new journey. The Splattershot looks more like a rifle with a stock and an extended barrel which might imply upgrades like in the Alterna Campaign. She also has another device in the other hand which might be a fizzy bomb or a new sub altogether. There's a multicolored device chained to her waist but the use of this item is unknown. There are also a lot of elevator themes which may be how 8 will travel between levels and the hub in the main plaza.

These shots of 8 I believe are taken in the same place, this large room with weird black pillars, bleached walls and floors with red veins spreading like ivy. Agent 8 may still be recovering from the events of Octo Expansion as we know from the mem cakes she experienced great loss of her previous life before the metro station which may come back to haunt her.

This shot suggests this as this may be a flashback to when she was still an octoling in the octarian army surrounded by her peers before losing them in the metro.

This shot is very interesting as it shows the visage of an inkling (noted by their pointed ears). This could by Captain 3 since Agent 8 had ties with them in Octo Expansion. However it could also be Agent 4 since canonically 8 and 4 are roommates and an appearance of the captain would be slim given how they are currently in Splatsville at this point in time.

This image seems very important as it was mostly shrouded in darkness in the trailer, however when brightened it gave me no clues on what this figure is. A device of sort that may be the cause of the bleaching in the Plaza or some entity that may be important.

Lastly we know that Pearl and Marina will be tied to this story. The two shots here show them in their outfits they had in their most recent collab with Damp Socks. What is to note is that Pearl has her shades down and her eyes not showing, may be implicating that it may be some form of hypnoshades. Marina is showing to be glitching out as if were seeing her through a messed up monitor. Hopefully this campaign will go more into their relationship and the events that happened after the Final Fest in Splatoon 2.

My personal predictions/theories

With the themes of coral bleaching and ties to Octo Expansion and the Order side of the Final Fest. I think we are revisiting some form of sanitized ink concept.

With the Kamabo Corporation in shambles in the epilogue and the Tartar's creations being salvaged, there could be some entity that might have got their hands on some sanitized ink and done experiments on it like Grizz did with the color crystals, refining it and altering it to suit their needs.

Pearl and Marina's involvement with the events of Octo Expansion would connect them to this story (also y'know the Plaza itself has heavy ties to Off the Hook overall).

I'm hoping. HOPING that we see more 4 content and that the inkling was indeed 4 because there isn't nearly enough representation than with 8 or Captain.

In the mem cakes in Octo Expansion, we know that 8 also had a friend and I'm hoping that picture of the other octolings is a sign that we'll be going in-depth with this aspect of 8.

#splatoon 3 spoilers #splatoon 3 #splatoon dlc #splatoon dlc spoilers maybe?#splatoon side order #splatoon side order spoilers #agent 8 #pearl and marina #agent 4 #splatoon snapshots

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shuadotcom · 2 years

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Hate U | JHS (M)

→ Summary: Your relationship with Hoseok wasn’t that serious. It was just fun and casual until the realization that you’re catching feelings for him hits you hard. The only rational thing to do is to avoid him… that is until you can’t anymore.

→ Pairing: CEO!Hoseok x Female!Reader

→ Genre & AU: Angst, smut, pwp, friends w/benefits au, office au, ceo au

→ Rating: 18+ | R (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

→ Warnings: Profanity, weed, alcohol, dirty talk, spanking, fingering, squirting, oral (male receiving), cumshot, Sir!kink

→ Words: 5.2k

→ Note: Written for the Suits & Ties collab hosted by @sugakookitty! Songspo: I Hate U - SZA

Thank you to @yutasthetic for being a wonderful beta reader and to @sugakookitty for making this amazing banner!! Took me a few months to even get my brain working to write again but here she is in her angsty smutty glory!

“Hey, Y/n, are you coming out to grab dinner with us?” Victoria’s dark hair cascades over your computer screen as she leans over her cubicle wall into your space. Frowning, you shake your head.

“Nah, I have a very important meeting, remember?” You roll your eyes as you repeat the words your boss said to you during lunch. You, Victoria, and another co-worker were eating lunch in the cafeteria when Hoseok, in all his uber friendly, sunny CEO glory, found you and asked (see: demanded) you stay late for a critical meeting about a project you’re in charge of.

“Oh damn, that’s right. You’re going to the principal’s office,” Victoria teases. “Do you think he’ll tell you to scrap the whole project?”

“He better fucking not. I’ll quit if he does.” But, of course, you won’t, which Victoria knows, but not for the reason she thinks.

She makes another detention joke before promising to take a shot for you and saying goodbye. Your smile drops as you watch Victoria and a few other co-workers gather and head out of the office. A handful of others file out after a few minutes, and soon you’re all alone.

If you sit up and look directly across the room, you can see Hoseok’s closed office door. The light from within peers through the closed slots of the blinds, and you have to build yourself up to finally decide to head over.

Victoria and everyone else believe the words he said earlier about going over one of your projects but you know it’s a lie. You’ve been avoiding his calls and texts for a week and anytime he’d try and corner you in the office, you managed to dodge him, except for today.

Your knock on his door resonates through the silent space, causing you to flinch slightly. You try twice more before deciding to just go in, turning the cold knob with a deep breath.

Stepping into the warmly lit office, you immediately see Hoseok on the balcony of his office, the glass door shut as he leans against the rail. His cellphone is to his ear and when he spots you, he holds a finger up to you, indicating that he’ll be a minute as he continues to chat away on the phone.

Shutting and locking the door behind you, you make yourself comfortable on the cloth couch in the room, fidgeting as you watch him. His suit jacket is off, his white silk button-down and tie both loose on his body, billowing in the light breeze outside.

Hoseok plucks a lit joint from the ashtray balancing on the railing in front of him and takes a long drag. He holds the smoke in his chest as he makes a few nods of acknowledgment into the phone. He tilts his head back and blows perfect smoke rings up to the sky.

The sight is reminiscent of your ill-fated meeting with your boss during last year’s office holiday party.

“I need some air, I’ll be back,” You called over your shoulder, waving goodbye to Victoria and a few other co-workers on the dancefloor. Your company had rented out an entire event hall for your holiday party complete with an unlimited cap on the bar, a TV chef in the kitchen, and a well-known DJ playing nothing but bangers.

It was the most fun you’ve had at any company-sponsored event in your whole working career, but a breath of fresh air was needed. You couldn’t help but grab glasses of champagne, one for now and a second for later, on your way to the furthest balcony door for a few moments to yourself.

Inhaling as you open the door, you anticipated the crisp December air to hit your nose, but instead, the smell of weed is the first scent you encountered. It didn’t take any time at all before you saw none other than your boss’ boss, CEO Jung Hoseok staring back at you, wide-eyed.

Both of you froze, eyeing one another. You with two glasses of champagne in hand and him with a blunt dangling from his mouth.

“Hey,” he said, quickly overcoming his shock and flashing you one of his infamous, infectious smiles.

“Hi.” You couldn’t help but offer a grin in return.

He didn’t object as you walked over to join him and relaxed as you leaned on the balcony next to him, looking out at the city lights below.

“You smoke?” He asked casually.

“Yeah.” You offered him one of your glasses in exchange and he eagerly nodded, swapping the glass for his weed.

It didn’t take long before the two of you fell scarily easy into conversation. Only a few puffs had you feeling relaxed and coupled with the top-shelf drinks you’d been sipping all night, it felt less like you were talking to your boss and more like flirting with a charming stranger.

You had been with the company for almost a year and still didn’t know much about the man who ran it. All you knew was what the press knew: he and his family moved to America from South Korea when he was in elementary school and he started this company with his college roommate.

Hoseok quickly fixed that, making it clear that he’s an oversharer when he’s not sober. He told you all about his sister, who’s a fashion designer, his parents who own a successful chain of Korean restaurants across the country, and how he accidentally launched this million-dollar tech start-up because he was bored of dealing weed on the side of his shitty part-time college job.

You learned more about Jung Hoseok in the span of thirty minutes than you had since you started working here but you don’t mind. Typically, people that talk too much about themselves were an instant turn-off, but Hoseok was just too funny, captivating, and too unfairly handsome that you let it slide.

At some point in the night, you moved close enough that your sides were touching and his hand started to wander to your hips. From there, his hand found all of your curves and dips and you admired just how strong he felt beneath his shirt. You still don’t remember who moved first, but when the champagne glasses were empty and all of the weed was gone, you moved on to each other’s mouths, tongues intertwined and fists full of formal attire.

Your night ended in you fucking your CEO in an empty bathroom stall, mouth shoved full of his tie to muffle the feral moans he forced out of you.

Hoseok laughs loudly and abruptly on the balcony, the sound like a melody as it cuts your reminiscing short. He glances your way then, sending you a wink, promptly flustering you as you avert your eyes.

Your reaction serves as a reminder of how things between you and Hoseok changed after last year’s party. He went from just the boss to your friend with benefits.

During your 5 day work week, Hoseok continued to be his notorious, overtly friendly self to everyone as normal, but behind closed office doors and dark hallways, he was shoving his hands into your panties and cumming down your throat.

Work hookups shifted to after-work hookups which turned further to weekends spent at Hoseok’s condo having sex and getting high and you were more than happy with it at first until you begrudgingly began to feel more than lust stirring for him.

The more time together you spent together, the more you learn all about Hoseok and his quirks, his likes, dislikes, and overly flirty tone aside, there isn’t much you dislike about him. For the past six months, his presence was a staple in your day-to-day life and you hated that you can’t see yourself without Hoseok somewhere in it.

This is why you’ve been avoiding him. It was your last-ditch effort to combat the growing fondness in your heart for Hoseok. It doesn’t seem to work particularly well, but any progress will surely be halted tonight. It’s clear Hoseok knows you’re purposely staying away from him, and he’s likely to make you pay for it.

“Hey, Y/n, sorry about that,” Hoseok leaves the balcony door open as he comes in, tucking his phone in his pocket. “Yoongi needed to go over some last-minute numbers for the merger.” You nod along as he mentions his newest potential business partner, eyes fixating on his every move as he beelines to his office mini-bar, pouring you both drinks.

He turns towards you, grinning from ear to ear as he moves across the room drinks in hand.

“Thank you,” you take the glass from him and sip. Your favorite wine. “So what did you want to see me about?” You try your damndest to sound casual.

It doesn’t work and Hoseok sets his drink down next to him so he can drape his arm over you. His fingers dance across your bare shoulder as he takes a hit of his still lit blunt before answering.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t know. Why exactly have you been avoiding me?”

“Have I?” Hoseok looks at you, clearly not buying your faux ignorance.

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/n. I’ve had a shit day and wanted to finally spend time with you,” he sighs, blowing a puff of smoke towards the ceiling. “I don’t know how I survived all week without you and your beautiful pussy.”

You force out a snort to hopefully hide the sound of your heart racing. “He’s just being flirty. Don’t take it seriously.” Hoseok, the always positive always flirty man that he is. Always making you laugh and making you feel more special than anyone else he's seeing and sometimes you let yourself be delusional and think he really means it.

Shaking off the butterflies, you snatch the blunt from him, taking a long drag and passing it back. “It was only a week. I was just busy is all.” You shrug, trying desperately to be on guard. It doesn’t last long as the fingers on your shoulder trail down to graze your nipple through your shirt and you jump.

“Well, now it’s just you and me here so you can be busy with me.” His voice is a trap: laced with sugar, spice, and everything naughty that you know him to be capable of.

“Wow, so you’re that into me huh?” It’s a joke to his ears of course, but you wish more than anything he’d say yes and truly mean it.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” The way he says it makes your hands clammy and you instinctively wipe them on your skirt.

Hoseok leans forward to place soft kisses on your face and neck as nimble fingers trail lower until they’re playing with the buttons on your blouse, undoing each one painfully slow. When he gets the fabric open and slips it off of your shoulders, his fingers are warm as they graze over your bra, brushing against your already hardening nipples.

“You smell so good. You always smell so good,” he mumbles between kisses on your neck. It’s embarrassing how quickly the icy wall you’ve been building to push him and your feelings for him away gets melted into a pathetic puddle. With each kiss, each nibble, each flick of your nipples, you relax in his arms more and more until you’re panting and pushing your body closer to him.

No one should be able to have you like this, yet here is Jung Hoseok, driving you absolutely crazy in every sense of the word.

Once he skillfully undoes your bra and tosses it aside, he takes a long, ring decorated finger and slips under your skirt, rubbing you softly over your panties and it’s enough to have you almost leap off the couch.

“Just as sensitive as always I see.” He muses, clearly enjoying how you fall apart at the mere touch of his finger against your clit. Hoseok reaches under your skirt completely, teasing your entrance momentarily before slipping inside.

“Oh fuck,” gasping, you drop your head onto his shoulder, inhaling his familiar Hoseok scent of weed and woody Hermes cologne.

He presses kisses along your forehead as he fucks you with one finger, then plunges another in. His other hand hanging around your shoulders inches down to roughly squeeze and play with your breasts. Your eyes slip close as you mewl out Hoseok’s name, barely keeping your grip on your half-full glass of wine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. A beautiful girl making all these beautiful noises just for me.” His words drip with a sweetness that only serves to drive you crazier until your hips are moving in tandem with his hand, rushing you embarrassingly further to an orgasm. He’s fucking you hard with his fingers, easily rubbing against your g-spot with the push and pull of those talented painted digits.

“H-Hoseok I’m so close…”

“Cum then, baby. Cum for me, all over my fingers.” The timber of his voice, egging you on is enough to make you whimper his name and do exactly what he tells you to. Warm pricks of pleasure ripple through you, the tightly wound coil inside you releasing as you ride out your orgasm, Hoseok helping you through it with gentle caresses against your core.

“Such a good girl.” Hoseok always praises you when you’re together, but after avoiding him like you have this bout of praise shoots straight to your heart and ricochets straight to your pussy.

Looking up, you make eye contact with the man you want so desperately not to love. His face is flush as he glances back at you and he licks his lips. You already know he wants so much more from you and you want to give it to him.

You don’t think twice before you lean up and kiss him, pressing your lips together with desperation. Hoseok kisses back immediately, and the hand that was on your breast moves to cup your face with a gentleness that you hope he reserves only for you. Hoseok kisses with just as much passion as he fucks with. He licks into your mouth, sucks on your tongue, and glides his lips against yours as though he was always meant to kiss you and only you (which you know isn’t true but you like to pretend).

“Missed this pretty little mouth so much,” he breathes out when he pulls away to take your lip between his teeth. “Wanna use it and show me you missed me?” Hoseok frames it as a question, but you already know it’s more of a command than anything.

Without hesitation, you pull away and empty your glass in one go, then proceed to make your way to the floor in front of him. The white shag rug is soft under your knees and you try to focus more on that than the thumping of your heart. Hoseok sits above you, legs spread as he unbuttons his shirt, opening it to showcase his smooth, sculpted body.

Your hands make quick work of undoing his belt and fishing out his hard cock. You groan at the sight of him, hard and hot, leaking pre-cum for you.

“Mmm, someone’s eager. Missed my cock that much huh?” He smirks down at you before taking another puff of his blunt.

“Yes I did,” you pout and you mean it in more ways than one. Leaning forward you lap at the head of his cock, his hips jerking immediately at the contact. You don’t hesitate to begin sucking him off with the utmost sense of urgency. You want so badly for him to fuck you and can’t even feel ashamed.

“Fuck, Y/n, ” Hoseok throws his head back against the couch. “Just like that.” Large hands reach down to grip your head, stroking your cheeks, forehead, anywhere Hoseok can reach.

His cock is heavy and hot on your tongue, his pre-cum dripping down your throat. You revel in the taste of Hoseok and the way he chants your name over and over again. It only spurs you on to suck him down even sloppier, spit pooling in the corners of your mouth and dripping onto your breasts. You gag each time you take him in, but you won’t stop until he tells you to.

“Let me fuck your face, baby girl.” Going lax almost immediately, you release your hold on his length, and let Hoseok adjust to start thrusting up into your mouth at his own speed. His fingers press into your scalp and it hurts in the most delicious way possible.

Tears prick your eyes as his cock slams into the back of your throat over and over again, having you choking and gagging with each movement. Fuck, you love it when he’s rough with you. It helps you stay away from romanticizing him, only some of the time.

Hoseok is never quiet about the way you pleasure him and this is no exception. Hums and huffs and words of praise come from him, each one having you clenching harder and aching for him even more.

As if he knows how much you’re anticipating him, which he likely does, he pulls out of your throat suddenly and cups your head as you pant for air. Hoseok gazes down at your debauched state and leans down to kiss you again, keeping your lips locked as he stands you up and walks you over to his desk. He keeps you in his hold as he fishes in one of his desk drawers for what you assume is a condom.

Your lower back knocks against the wood, the molding pressing into your skin more the harder he kisses you. Any thought of avoiding him or pushing your feelings away is long since abandoned. If giving into Hoseok with a single kiss or a single grope makes you pathetic, then so be it. You’ll be pathetic for Hoseok as long as he never stops taking care of you the only way he can.

Hoseok pulls away first and turns you around, pressing himself against your back.

“Want you,” you rasp as he fondles your breasts from behind, placing kisses on your neck while he opens the square packet.

“Yeah, you want me?”

“Mmmm.”

“Fuck, I want you too. You kept yourself away from me for way too long.”

It’s easy for him to unzip your skirt and push it down your hips. Your panties come next, pooling with your skirt at your feet as he presses the pads of his fingers into the supple flesh of your ass. His skin is hot and sticky against yours, cock rubbing against your thighs, teasing you. The want for him is almost dizzying as your body buzzes with desire.

“You’re practically shaking for me, baby girl. You want my cock that bad, huh?”

“Mmhmm.” You nod as you mumble to him, but it’s not enough. A heavy hand smacks your ass, the sting making you yelp.

“Not loud enough, baby,” he chuckles, another slap against your ass nearly has your knees buckling. “I’ll ask you again, you want my cock that bad?”

“Yes! Y-yes please.”

Another spank against your tender skin. “Yes, who?”

“Yes sir! I want your cock so bad, Sir!” On cue, you clench your thighs together, hoping the sight of you underneath him will spur him on.

“That’s better. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but you better not forget your manners,” Hoseok tuts, following up with two more spanks, your ass burning in the best way possible from the impact.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” it’s a whisper as you momentarily recall your real feelings for Hoseok and why you’ve been trying to stay away from him, but all thought escapes you when Hoseok spreads your thighs, expertly finding your weeping pussy and shoves his cock into you. “Ahh!”

“There you go, baby. Keep making those pretty noises like that for me.” There’s a grin in Hoseok’s voice as his hands take hold of your hips. It’s easy to do as he says as he begins fucking you, rocking into you so hard you jolt into his desk over and over again.

There’s no fighting the way that Hoseok always knows how to make you feel good. He quickly learned all the places you like to be touched, the way you like to be kissed, and the positions you love to be fucked in the most. He knows you too well and you hate it - you hate him. You hate that he always knows you more than anyone.

Hoseok finds a tempo that can only be described as feverish. He’s making it clear that tonight is all about making up for the seven days you kept him away. Sometimes it’s slow and casual, both of you savoring one another and other times, like now, it’s nothing but a race to get off.

“I missed you all week, baby. Missed fucking you and touching you like this.” His words come out through gritted teeth as he plunges his cock in and out of you at a bruising pace. He fucks the breath out of you over and over and over again, leaving you with only enough air to babble out what sounds like nonsense to you.

“I’m gonna ruin this filthy little pussy of yours,” another hard thrust. “I’m gonna make a mess of you. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

“I know you would. My dirty little cockslut. I’m gonna cream this little pussy.”

“Sir! Please I’m so close!”

“Already? Do I make you that fucking wet? That needy for me that you’re ready to cum so fast?”

“Y-yes. I’m so close. Gonna cum for you.”

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fat cock.” Hoseok’s words are lewd and his thrusts are rough and his hands are soft and it’s all too much.

Eyes screwing shut tight enough to hurt, you cum hard, screaming Hoseok’s name along with a flurry of ‘fucks’ and ‘pleases.’ You grasp at the desk underneath you to stay anchored as your knees completely give out under you, but Hoseok’s strong arms wrap around your waist to keep you upright. His hips don’t stop driving into yours and the pleasure quickly toes the line of pain as he doesn’t falter his pace at all.

“H-Hoseok, I - AHH!” Your sentence is cut off when Hoseok smacks your ass harder than earlier.

“What did you just say?”

“I - Sir! Sir, please I c-can’t!”

A teasing scoff reaches your ears. “Can’t or won’t?” Both of you know you can keep going, but your senses are even more on edge than before. You can feel every drag of his cock against your sensitive walls and every swing of his balls against you. His fingertips feel like needle pricks when he reaches down to toy with your clit.

“Sir!” Hoseok ignores your screeches and continues to rub your sensitive bud. You squeeze around him and a growl of your name leaves his mouth.

“Yeah, clamp down around my cock just like that. You’re gonna have to call off work tomorrow when I’m done with you. Gonna bruise this messy little cunt.” His words ring in your ears as he rocks against your body, plowing you further into the wooden desk. Skin slapping skin, Hoseok’s grunts, and the squelching of your juices echo in the room. For a moment you worry if anyone outside on the street below can hear you getting destroyed by your boss through his open balcony, but thoughts don't stay coherent in your mind for long.

“P-please…” you beg, your body tingling as your third orgasm creeps up.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby girl. So wet and tight for me. I love this pussy so much.”

“And I love you.” You can’t help but think. How can you even think something like that right now? You’re getting your guts rearranged and your heart has the audacity to jump at Hoseok saying the word love about you in any capacity.

The thought is thankfully fucked out of you with one particularly harsh thrust, Hoseok pushes a scream out of you. He drapes his large body over yours to fuck you deeper, his lips and teeth kissing and nipping at any part of you he can reach.

“Sir… Hoseok, please…” You sound pathetic even in your own ears. The tone only serves to spur Hoseok on as he calls out your name, his voice husky and full of lust.

“You ready for me, baby? Ready for me to cum all over you?”

With clenched fists, you cry out a yes right as you cum again. Stars explode behind your clenched eyelids as your juices squirt all over Hoseok, covering you both. Your mouth opens but you can barely tell if you even make any noise.

“Fuck, yes, make a mess all over me. This pussy is all mine, I love it so much, fuck!” Hoseok moans with his whole chest, hip bones digging into the flesh of your ass seconds before he pulls out. You barely have any energy, but you manage to lean up on your elbows to look behind you and watch as Hoseok yanks off the condom and jerks himself off once, twice, then he’s cumming all over your ass, hot ropes of cum painting your sore skin.

At some point, tears had welled up in your eyes, realizing your cheeks are damp with both sweat and tears.

“Shit, you’re so good for me, baby. So messy with my cum all over you.” Hoseok smirks down at you, reaching up to swipe at your face. “Aw, I’m sorry I made my baby cry.” Whether the tears came from Hoseok or your overactive brain, you smile anyway, the gesture feeling fake but he doesn’t seem to notice.

Instead, he stands up straight to stretch, your eyes following every muscle as it moves under his beautiful skin. He takes your hand and gently brings you to stand in front of his couch. Quickly, he grabs a few tissues and cleans the cooling cum off of your ass, then sits you down. He joins you after grabbing his earlier forgotten joint and relighting it. He hums as he scooches next to you still naked and takes a hit.

“You’re never allowed to leave me hanging that long again. Seriously, a week felt like a year.” He’s so casual with his words it makes you angry. The idea of him only missing sleeping with you whilst you missed every bit and piece of him feels unfair.

“Like, no one else I’ve been with ever makes me feel like you. Especially not this week. Like this one girl, I met up with the other night? Couldn’t give me a blowjob anywhere near as breathtaking as you. You’re the only one I wanna get high with and fuck.” You swat away his hand when he offers you his weed. How can he just sit here and say something so casual about fucking other people?!

“Goddamnit, Hoseok! You drive me fucking insane!” Your outburst surprises even you, but you can’t take it back now.

He blinks at you, truly clueless. “What did I do?!”

“You walk around the office laughing and smiling at every girl you see and I’ve even seen you flirting with them! How do you think that makes me feel?!”

“Oh come on, you know me, Y/n. I’m too fucking friendly for my own good.”

“Yeah, no shit! You do the same to me and it makes me so confused because you can go from fucking me stupid to talking about how you’ve fucked someone else. Sometimes I really hate you, you know. Like, do you know how all these mixed signals make me feel?!”

“Huh? Y/n, you know I like you right? You’re special to me and I always tell you that.”

“Yeah, Hoseok you do. And you tell me how much you love fucking me and eating me out and smoking with me and that’s always all it ever is with you!”

The words come out faster than you can stop them. The confusion on Hoseok’s face has you wishing the floor would open up and consume you already.

“Y/n, listen, I -”

“Actually, never mind.” You rush to gather your clothes, pulling your skirt on backward.

“Hey, wait I’m sorry if I hurt you or something. I just really like spending time with you. You’re special to me.”

But he doesn’t like you as more than what you are now. It’s obvious. He isn’t trying to hurt your feelings but it does hurt - so fucking much.

“Just forget I said anything, okay. Thanks for tonight.” Your buttons are done up haphazardly but you don’t want to cry in front of Hoseok so you leave it as is.

Before you can open the door, his hand is on yours, stopping you in your tracks.

You turn to him and anticipate his next words. “Let me know when you get home, okay?” His brown orbs are rimmed red, eyelids drooping as he watches you. If you’re lucky, he’ll be too high to remember you pouring yourself out to him and getting nothing in return.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Get home safe.”

You’re out the door after that and it’s not until you’re out of the office, out of the building, and in your car do you let yourself cry. With blurred vision and a bruised heart, you make it home somehow.

Even after everything you text Hoseok, letting him know you’re safe.

[Hoseok] Good :)

He stops typing after that, then starts, then stops again. Wiping away the tears that refuse to dry, you hold your breath, waiting to see what else he possibly has to say.

[Hoseok] If you need to take tomorrow off, that’s fine. Sleep well.

That’s all he says. You feel empty. You haven’t gotten outright rejected like this since high school and it fucking hurts. Hurts so much more than any foolish school crush.

[You] Thanks.

Your night is somber as you silently go about your routine and climb into bed without dinner, no semblance of an appetite in sight. The only thing that haunts you is Hoseok which isn’t uncommon, but this time it’s not the positive, bright times with him. It’s the heartbreaking reality that you love him so much more than you thought you already did and now it just hurts.

Thinking of him and being with him, it’s like you’re swallowing glass and you can’t breathe at the mere thought of him. Tomorrow will be hell and seeing him in the office hallways will suffocate you, so you decide you won’t go in tomorrow. You’ll stay in bed and get a three-day weekend to yourself to wallow in self-pity.

Even so, in the back of your mind, you just know that come a new workweek, you’ll still go running to Hoseok’s office when no one is around. Hell, you wouldn’t even be surprised at yourself if you let him come to your apartment this weekend if he asks. In your love-drunk heart, you know that having Hoseok superficially is better than not having him at all, even if it contorts your heart in your chest. Even if it makes you hate him and hate yourself more for giving in, at the end of the day, you can’t help who you fall for; and you finally accept that you truly have fallen for Hoseok even though he doesn’t and may never, feel the same.

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deedee-sims · 5 months

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Late replies!

Under the cut!

@gummilutt replied to your post “4t2 EP08 Shirt Bowtie Some formal shirts! These...”:

These are so cute! Great alternative for male Sims where a whole formal shirt and suit jacket is too formal, but you still want them to look somewhat put together.

Oh yeah! I was surprised I couldn't find something like this already. There are some shirts with ties, but not with bowtie. Love me some male formal stuff ❤

@kalux-sims replied to your post “4t2 Sweater Backless (a collab with @episims❤) I'm...”:

I'm so glad I didn't start this yet. 😂 I have it in my WIP folder.

Phew! Great minds! (with @episims 😅)

@morepopcorn replied to your post “4t2 Sweater Backless (a collab with @episims❤) I'm...”:

I have a sweater like this IRL and I can confirm that there is basically no practical temperature to wear it in. It’s cute though.

Lol I can imagine!

@gummilutt replied to your post “4t2 Sweater Backless (a collab with @episims❤) I'm...”:

Love the gradients, super cute! I might use them as pyjamas, your arms outside the blankets are arm but the back that is under the blankets is open, makes sense :P

Oh! Well, that's an idea, for sure! 😄

@eulaliasims replied to your post “@lucilla-sims 4t2 EP14 Skirt Embroidered Short I...”:

How cute! Thanks, Deedee! ^^

I'm glad you like it! I'm shortening long things and lenghtening short things, that's just how it is 😅

#gummilutt #kalux sims #morepopcorn #eulaliasims #replies

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nightcourtseer · 2 years

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Dressed for Revenge

(I took a first stab at this story that I haven’t been able to get out of my head. Now, if anyone would want to collab and write Chapter 2 to make it spicy 🔥😉 let me know…)

The cries of the Valkyrie and priestesses echoed throughout the training ring.

It was an overcast day up at the House of Wind, chilled enough that Elain pulled her cloak tighter to her body as she stood on the outside of the ring, watching.

She observed with eyes that noticed everything, and she watched as ribbons were cut and fluttered in the breeze, swords clashed, fists met skin covered by leathers.

One of the females took a break from her excercises and made her way over to Elain.

“Elain, good to see you!”

It was Emerie, one of Nesta’s friends. One of the three who had won the Blood Rite.

Elain removed her hand from the warmth of her amethyst cloak and waved in greeting, smiling shyly as the Illyrian trotted over to where she stood.

“It’s good to see you under better circumstances.”

The last time Elain had seen the female was immediately following Nyx’s birth. That day had been a blood-soaked, terrible day from which it had taken Elain weeks for her hands to stop shaking. She still had nightmares about the warmth fading from Feyre’s body under her fingertips, the quiet, gray infant that had been pulled from her.

Elain nodded in agreeement, but said nothing more.

Emerie worked to redo her tight braid, as sweat slicked back the stray pieces curling around her face.

“Would you like to join us? There’s more training leathers inside.”

“This isn’t suited to Elain.”

Nesta remarked coldly, as she had approached beside Emerie. She too was dressed in dark training gear, hair in a braided crown around her head.

So different from Elain’s soft, flowing dress and cloak.

The smile faded from Elain’s face, and Emerie was at a loss for words as she looked down at the ground, not knowing which sister to back.

Elain said nothing, but met her sister’s cold, disapproving stare, unblinking.

Reaching down, she began to pull up her thick skirts while the other two females watched in confusion.

When she straightened, she was brandishing a silver dagger, so bright it was almost white, gleaming even under the clouds above.

Nesta’s eyes flared in surprise.

“I’m game,” Elain remarked coolly. “If you are, Nesta?”

Nesta could only nod as she turned and led Elain back to an empty space of the arena.

The two sisters squared up, darkness and light. Death, and life.

The rest of the priestesses and Valkyrie seemed to stop as they turned to watch. The training ring fell silent.

Cassian looked up to where he had been instructing on hand to hand combat to see Nesta and Elain, face to face, each wielding a dagger. He straightened and made his way closer to them.

He knew Nesta would never hurt Elain, but there had been an edge between them lately. Unresolved issues that he could see still festering underneath the surface.

Nesta made the first move, boldly advancing on Elain with her dagger held up. Elain blocked her easily and dodged. As she moved her skirts followed, her long brown curls flowing in the breeze. The top half had been tied back with a dark blue bow.

And so it went, Nesta lunging like a wolf and Elain easily maneuvering around her, silent as a doe in the woods.

Cassian could see Nesta’s frustration growing as they continued, as Elain evaded her strikes again and again.

Nesta had clearly underestimated her sister.

And then, Elain moved from a defensive stance to outright offensive. The brown-eyed doe became a viper, just as silent, but tactical and efficient in her movements.

In seconds, almost too quickly to comprehend, Elain had brought Nesta to her knees, and she stood behind her, with a thin arm around Nesta’a pale throat.

Nesta slowly put up her hands in defeat, scowling at Cassian as she noticed him smirking and leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

Elain’s white dagger was pointed at the back of Nesta’s neck, a few inches away from her skin.

“I’ll decide what I’m suited for, thank you, sister,” Elain said in a soft voice as she lowered the weapon to her side.

Not a hair was out of place as she smoothed her bodice, stepping back from her sister, offering her a hand up.

Nesta declined it and stood quickly, cheeks flushed in embarassment as she whirled on Elain.

“And who taught you how to fight, Elain?” she seethed, hands balled at her side.

Elain said nothing, but responded in a monotone voice, “I’ve decided that I can do more besides tend to my little garden. I can do more for this court.”

Maybe they had all underestimated Elain. Or, almost everyone.

It was then Cassian looked over at Azriel, who was standing in a dark corner, shrouded by shadow. His hazel eyes were pitch black as he watched the females. As he watched Elain.

Cassian had immediately recognized the specialized style in which Elain had wielded her dagger. Unique to the spymaster and his protege.

It was unpretentious. Devoid of emotion. Ultimately lethal.

Cassian made his way over to the shadowsinger, any amusement gone.

Cass kept his voice low as he spoke to Azriel, eyes still on Nesta and Elain, “Calm the fuck down, I could smell you from way over there. You’ll scare the priestesses.”

This seemed to wake Azriel from his reverie but he only grunted back and straightened.

“She has a mate, Az.”

Azriel didn’t take his eyes off Elain as she resheathed the dagger, lifting up her lilac skirt to reveal the umblemished, milky skin of her thigh. A bead of sweat broke free from her forehead and hit the cool stone below.

“That’s what everyone keeps saying,” he growled.

Cassian turned to look at his brother.

“I’m not telling you what to do, but maybe try to control yourself until there’s a few less witnesses,” he said with a smirk.

“Plus, I have no desire to see you fucking my sister-in-law.”

He knew exactly what to say to get a reaction out of Azriel.

Azriel’s shadows pulled closer to his body, snaking ominously slowly over his black leathers as he turned to look at Cassian with a dark expression, almost entirely devoid of emotion.

He had a been a fool to think what he had felt for her on Solstice was need. No, that had been merely a passing moment of weakness.

This was different. This was pure, unadulterated agony. This was carnal, animal desire that was burning through his blood.

He had always run cold, but in that moment he thought his flesh might spark a flame. Suddenly his leathers were entirely too tight.

Seeing Elain with that dagger made him forget who he was. Made him forget any sliver of reason that he had ever acquiesced to Rhys in the first place.

He wanted to be the one that Elain brought to his knees.

“Bring it on, brother,” Cassian said with a low chuckle, beckoning him closer with two fingers.

Azriel snapped.

#elriel #pro elain

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dabisqueen · 2 years

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Holy Trinity

Eren by the extremely talented @/rainbuniart , Dabi by the equally talented @/airanke thanks for letting me use this!

Eren Yaeger x fem!Reader x Touya Todoroki

⇢ wc: roughly 7.6K

⇢ plot: meeting two extremely handsome strangers one night, you all end up together for the time of your life in a hotel suite.

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, this is just PWP, mentions of drinking, kissing, overstimulation, sex in public places, orgasms, double penetration, oral sex (f and m receiving), cum licking

Personal note: my own submission for my 1K Holy Trinity Collab. Just pure smut. Porn. No plot. I mean, NO plot. kinda shitty writing. sorry.

The night had been clear, the abyss of the sky all starlight and a silvery full moon. The night’s warm breeze had the scent of concrete and hot buildings that breathed into the night. The air was so thick and moist it seemed to coat you like a second skin.

The shadows of the buildings stretched over the pavement, drawing new pictures from corner to corner with every car driving by.

As you pressed the door open, you left all those impressions behind, suddenly being surrounded by the raunchy smell of the venue you had just entered.

Sitting down at the bar you soon found yourself confronted by a pair of sapphire blue eyes, half-lidded underneath jet-black, messy hair.

"Hey doll, you’re alone here?" the extremely attractive man spoke with a low, husky voice, eyes raking over your features.

Brushing your hair back, you tilted your head and gave him a seductive smile, “What if?”

His blue eyes roamed downwards, taking in your figure in a way that left you feeling hot and tingly, before eventually landing back on your lips.

He chuckled, "Then I guess we have a long night ahead of us."

“Now, why would that be?” you tapped your cheek with your finger in contemplation.

Leaning over to you, he whispered, his lips grazing your earlobe, “Cause I see you, naked and fucked out of your mind, below me.”

Blood rushed into your cheek, his words sending goosebumps rippling all over your skin. Inhaling sharply, you tried to focus on anything else but the wetness pooling in your panties at his words, swallowing down the lump sitting uncomfortably in your throat.

A hand found your shoulders, gently brushing over them while a smooth voice behind you spoke, “This guy harassing you, sweetheart?”

It made you snap out of your lust-induced stupor and you turned your head, your eyes locking with a shade of jade green that instantly had the heat back in your cheeks.

He was tall– taller than the raven-haired man to your front, with an extremely handsome face, his brown silken strands of hair tied back into a bun.

He ran a hand over it, trying to tame it, sitting down in the empty chair next to you.

Cerulean eyes shot at emerald ones as the raven-haired man spoke “Don't interrupt, we had a thing going here just now”

"So, is he?” ignoring him, the other man asked.

"It's ok, it was just starting to get really interesting” you mused and the other man cocked his head, saying, “Told ya, we were just in the middle of something”.

"Wouldn't exactly say that now" you retorted, “But we had an interesting conversation.”

"You wanna join?" You offered the brown-haired man.

“Anything to make you happy, sweet girl” his voice was smoky, low, as his hand brushed lightly over your back.

The other man growled, his brows scrunched but you spoke, “Ok guys, be nice. Let's not fight– let's drink, ok?"

The evening continued with one guy to either side of you. The one with the Jade eyes introduced himself as Eren Yaeger and the other as Touya Todoroki.

Being at the center of attention of two extremely attractive men, who kept bickering over who would be the better one for you, was unlike anything you've ever experienced before.

At first, the bantering was kind of cute, but it kept dragging on. Luckily, there was a never-ending flow of alcohol that made any annoyance fade and turn into something else, something more carnal.

After several drinks, Touya suddenly turned toward you, bluntly asking, “So, who's it gonna be, me or him?”

"Choose wisely," Eren's thigh slipped between yours, pinning you in place.

His bright emerald eyes looked at you, eyelids heavy with lust. His other hand snaked behind your neck. You wanted to say something, but your mind went blank when the pink tip of his tongue darted out and snaked over his lower lip, making your legs clench involuntarily around his.

“I can promise you heaven—” he whispered, lips grazing yours, your whole brain short-circuiting while you sucked in a quick little breath.

His lips were soft, warm. And then they were pressed against yours. Coaxing your mouth open with his soft wet tongue, you were lost in the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. You reached out for his silken hair, pulling him closer.

"I wanna taste you,” his quiet words against your lips had sparks shooting up your spine, the image of him between your thighs overtaking your mind.

Eren pulled back a bit, resting his forehead against yours "So– what do you say?" quirking a brow.

“You know," a hoarse voice rumbled behind you as Touya spoke, "I've got a better surprise for you.”

The sigh Eren heaved was long and tense, the muscle in his jaw clenching as he released you and turned towards his opponent.

“She wants to go with me,” he added, folding his arms, "Isn't that right, precious?"

“Really?” Touya positioned himself in front of the slightly taller man, yet not in any way less imposing, "Seemed to me, she only wanted my dick–"

This was starting to get annoying. The angry knot inside your stomach grew until you blurted out, not thinking.

"Well, why not have me both?" Your mouth ran, the drinks had made you overly confident.

There was a stunned silence as both men slowly turned their heads, intense emerald and cerulean glares taking you in.

Then Touya started laughing under his breath, "Atta girl."

Eren stepped closer, his hand tugging back a loose strand of hair, warning you with a seductive husky voice, “Sure about that, babe?"

"Dare me, boy," you teased.

Eren leaned forward, "You should be getting high on my dick only." And with a pause, he added with a smirk, "I bet I'm way bigger than him."

"Yo dickhead, heard that.” Touya growled, "Watch what you're saying, I've got piercings. Lots of them"

He came up to you to take you from Eren's embrace, only to pin you against him, eyes gleaming at the way you gasped when you felt the thick bulge in his pants press against your lower belly.

Just as Eren was about to retort, you rolled your eyes playfully at them, "Would you stop the fighting and decide already?"

The men looked at each other, nodding as they both silently agreed.

Touya wrapped his large hand around yours with a growing grin and pulled you with him, leaving Eren just standing there, huffing in annoyance but quick to follow.

You stumbled after him, tripping a few times with the fast pace he had chosen but his tight grip always had you secure and kept you from falling.

He pushed past the hot sweaty bodies, carving a path for you until you breached the exit and stepped outside. Waving down a cab, Touya entered first, holding out his hand for you to follow as Eren slid inside behind you, closing the door.

Touya handed the driver a roll of notes as he mentioned the address of the most expensive hotel in town, earning a raise of Eren’s and your brow. Just as the driver was about to snatch the money, Touya pulled back.

"If I catch you looking in the rearview mirror," he growled, "I'll make you regret it."

With that, the driver nodded and was handed the money. When he started driving, Touya turned around, his bright blue eyes staring at you. Eren had laid his warm hand on your knee, slowly moving up until your skirt scrunched up around your hip, drawing circles with his thumb into the plush of your thigh.

The other man inched closer, just a breath away from kissing you, the heat of his lips on yours, and then the moment was gone, his mouth melting against yours.

His hand still on your thigh, Eren's lips started grazing your earlobe, nipping at it with his warm soft lips. Touya's hand slipped underneath your top, warm, light touches on your skin, moving up until his fingers rested just underneath the round of your breast. His lips glid wetly over yours as his hand rested there for a second before starting to cup your mound, his calloused thumb brushing at your nipple, feeling them perk up beneath his touch.

Eren moved his long, slender fingers up, grazing them over the fabric of your panties only to slip them under the waistband of your panties, making you jolt as his finger hit your sensitive nub. Dipping down once, twice, he smeared your slick along your folds and your clit.

"She's fucking soaked—" he groaned, starting to rub gentle circles over your clit.

"Well, make her drip then," Touya replied with a grunt, continuing to work his lips against yours, sucking up each sweet sound that slipped from your mouth.

Eren's mouth moved down from your ear, his hot tongue licking at your throat, fingers still circling your clit. He increased the pressure slightly, making you squirm in his hold, pinned between both men.

His breath came out a little quicker now that he was increasing the pace on your sensitive spot.

The drugging masculine scents of both men-- amber, musk, honey and cigarettes-- made you feel like you were floating.

Eren was sucking your neck now, leaving marks on your soft skin, with Touya kissing you, continuing to grope and squeeze your breasts.

They were relentless, giving you no time to hold back.

As the cab stopped in front of the hotel, your inner walls pulsated in heavy ripples, leaving you shaking in both men's embrace. Eren pulled his hand from your panties, holding them up to you to clean them off with your mouth, while Touya straightened out your clothes.

They helped you out and you stumbled on wobbly legs into Eren's chest as he gently wrapped an arm around you.

Touya strutted through the door towards the receptionist and asked for a room. With you still relaxing against Eren, he came back after a while and with a nudge of his head gestured towards the elevator, "Top floor."

Entering it, Touya pressed the elevator buttons. All of them.

"What are you—" you asked but were cut short as he stepped up to Eren and said, "Lift her leg–"

The other man followed reluctantly. Leaning your back against his chest, Eren's hand slipped underneath your knee and lifted it up.

Touya's hand found its place under your other knee, hoisting you up and spreading your legs. Your skirt scrunched up around your waist, exposing your soaked panties.

He looked at you. “You’re a good girl for us, aren’t you?”

You nodded, obediently.

He leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "Then cum for us again—" With that, he positioned himself between your spread legs.

Touya's grip on your thigh made it easier for him to skillfully slide your wet panties to the side. He hissed at the sight before him, slick clinging to the thin piece of fabric and glistening all around your folds.

"You did good work," he winked at Eren, whose lips curled into a smug grin, replying "I did perfect, dumbass."

With that, you felt Touya's fingers move along your folds to circle your tight entrance. Your breath hitched as you watched him slick them up with your juices.

A sweet moan escaped your lips when the tip of his index finger slipped into your tight heat the second the first ding sounded. The doors to the second floor slid open and even though your heart dropped into your belly, the thrill of getting caught had you immediately clenching around him in anticipation.

Touya teased, "You like that, don't you–"

Peeking over his broad shoulders, you saw no one standing outside and relaxed again in both men's hold.

Touya pushed deeper inside, and you let out a soft moan, as he began to curl his finger inside you, searching for that one special spot he knew would make you cum in no time. He found it within seconds, dragging repeatedly over the sensitive area, watching your eyes shoot open, your teeth biting down on your lip as you tried to suppress a gasp.

He smirked at your reaction and continued digging his finger just into that spot, enjoying the way your cunt clenched around his digits. Causing you to want, no, to need more.

Slow, steady thrusts were making you lightheaded, pleasure spiking through your body as you felt the coil inside you tightening by the second.

The doors closed again and the elevator started moving up, floor by floor, while Touya kept working his fingers relentlessly in and out of you. First one, then two, then three.

With every floor, with every new ding of the door opening your heart jumped a beat, the adrenaline of getting caught fueling the white heat building up deep inside your belly.

You were getting dizzy with lust when Eren's hand wrapped around your neck, restricting your throat just far enough that it spurred on your nearing high.

“Look at you,” Touya pressed his fingers up, pumping them into that sweet spot of yours and your legs started shaking in their hold.

"C-close—" you sputtered, back arching, eyelids fluttering shut.

With Eren’s hand still wrapped around your throat, he turned your face towards him, his soft lips latching onto yours. Swallowing up your sweet sounds of pleasure, the squelching sounds of your pussy getting fucked filled the small space around you.

Touya's fingers worked a brutal pace by now, grazing over that sensitive, pulsing spot in your pussy until the pressure felt unbearable.

"One more floor to go, baby." Touya rasped.

The ding sounded again as the first wave of pleasure started rolling through your body.

Eren's eyes suddenly widened and he chuckled, looking over Touya's shoulder, "We've got company—"

Peeking over his shoulder, his cold azures took in two men standing in front of the opening elevator doors, stunned in their tracks by the scene in front of them.

"Take the fucking stairs," Touya growled, eyes even colder than usual, not decreasing the pace with which he fucked his fingers into you. You didn't even notice, you were too out of it, desperately clutching at their arms.

Ignoring the blushing men and looking back down, he admired the way his fingers sank repeatedly deep into your dripping cunt between obscenely wide-spread legs.

His voice sounded low in your ears, "Cumming?"

Instead of an answer, you moaned with shameless desperation, starting to tense up on his finger again.

The doors closed and up you went, already so high on his fingers you couldn't take it anymore.

"Such a good girl," Touya growled as you started convulsing around him, your head falling limp on Eren’s shoulders, your hands dropping uselessly down your sides as a high-pitched moan erupted from your throat.

He continued the harsh pace, eliciting further spasms from you until he finally slowed down and pulled out with a wet sound, with you still slumped against Eren, panting heavily.

Holding his fingers up in front of you, your hazy eyes took in your slick juices glistening on them.

Eren's eyes darted up to Touya's when he gave him a cocky smirk, bringing his fingers up to the other man's mouth. His thumb traced his bottom lip to stop in the middle, before pressing against it. Eren willingly parted them to get a taste of your essence on the other man's fingers.

Touya's lids grew heavy with lust as Eren’s tongue rolled around his digits, slurping and sucking until all remnants of your release were licked up.

"Fuck, that was hot—" Touya smirked, but Eren snorted, releasing his fingers with a plop, "Don't get your hopes up, douchebag."

Touya laughed, "You wish! I'm just here to fuck one person. And that's her."

As if that was the cue, both let you down, Eren still holding your weak trembling form as the last ding sounded, the door opened and Touya turned around, grinning boyishly "Time for showdown."

After entering the suite, you stopped dead in your tracks. It was huge, massive bay windows overlooked the city. The luscious furniture stood in stark contrast to the otherwise spartanly decorated rooms. There was a huge center room with a bar and to each side, a sliding door leading to separate bedrooms, with king-sized beds in them.

“Touya, this must've been expensive,” you blurted out, still too shocked to apprehend it all.

He shrugged and waved his hand in a deprecating gesture, “My old man’s rich, he can suffer a bit.”

Approaching you, he trapped your chin between thumb and index finger, angling your face up, azure eyes roaming over it to stop right at your lips, “You’re worth every penny—”

"So, do we just start or what?" Eren interrupted you two, cocking his head.

"Well, I ain't here for chatting," Touya brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear and dipped down, his lips hovering over yours, "Isn't that right, baby girl?"

“I guess so,” you purred, looking up at him between long lashes.

“Well then,” Without a warning, he hoisted you over his shoulder, slapping your ass cheeks as you giggled, carrying you off to the bedroom.

He laid you down on the sheets, and after getting your shirt off he made quick work of the bra that was still around your body. It joined the soon-growing pile of clothes on the floor as he got you naked.

Adrenaline coursed through your veins realizing what was about to happen in this room.

Eren had sauntered behind, stopping in the door frame to dim the lights down to a comforting low glow.

Then he stepped up to the bed, hooking his fingers under the seam of his shirt, slowly puling it off.

You sat up and braced your palms on the sheets, admiring the muscles rippling with every one of his moves. Touya stepped next to Eren, his shirt joined the others on the floor. Both men were about to undo their pants when you motioned them to stop, “I want you guys to do something before we start.”

“What's that doll,” Touya stopped pulling on his belt, his intense glare burning into yours.

“Kiss.” You looked up at him from under your thick lashes, running your lips across your lower lip.

“If you wanna kiss, should've—” he straightened up but again was interrupted.

"Not me," you pulled your lip to a cute little pout, cocking your head and giving him a flutter of your lashes, "You guys—"

There were a couple of seconds of silence but then Touya chuckled, "Tease," and turned to look at Eren, "Hey Yaeger! Lil princess here wants us to smash!"

Eren strutted over, slightly taller than the black-haired man. He grinned a dopey grin, "What, no begging?"

Touya growled, his hand moving to the back of Eren's head and pulled him close, mouth meeting his, tongue swiping along the other man’s lips.

Your heart leaped out of your chest as you watched Eren dive in, opening his mouth, his tongue darting out to join the other man’s, while they started lazily working their lips against each other.

Eren groaned into the kiss while your eyes remained focused, unable to break away, feeling your core pulse hot with desire.

Eventually, they pulled apart, a string of saliva breaking as they did.

Eren scrunched his nose and growled, "There's a reason I like kissing girls better."

Touya chuckled, “Aw c'mon, could at least admit that you liked it.”

Eren huffed and looked down at Touya's undeniable bulge in his pants, "I’d say that you're the one who got off on this."

Touya threw his hands up and snickered "Guilty as charged—” and shot you a glance over his shoulder, “Enjoyed the show, doll?”

You only answered with a shy moan, pressing your quivering thighs together to hide your slick covered folds.

“She did, such a naughty little babe,” Touya approached and stopped right in front of you.

He yanked his belt out of his loops, letting his pants drop and with a shaky breath, you eyed his throbbing length strain against his boxers. Touya noticed you staring and smirked while tilting his head. “Like what you see?” he grabbed his bulge and squeezed it a bit, making it twitch in his grasp.

“Hey! Don't get all cocky,” Eren growled as he tugged his jeans down. You couldn’t help but eye the huge bulge and the darkened stain of his pre-cum on the front of his boxers. The sight made you quiver in anticipation as he lifted a hand to smooth it through his silken brown hair.

Touya was first, hooking his fingers under the waistband of his boxers to pull them down, freeing his aching cock.

It was pretty, long and girthy, with a Jacobs ladder, sweetly curved and adorned atop with a Prince Albert piercing. It made your mouth water in an instant, while Touya wrapped his palm around it, smirking at you.

When Eren dropped his pants, your hand flew up to your mouth, trying to muffle your loud gasp.

Touya let out an appreciative whistle as he stared at the size of Eren’s cock, “Dude, you're hung–”

“Well, you're not bad either,” Eren smiled pompously.

“Wanna give it a try?” Dabi winked, giving his cock a few strokes.

“No thanks man, I can suck my own dick,” Eren winked at Touya, who mocked a disappointed sigh, rolling his eyes.

Nudging his head towards you, Touya "I'm gonna let you do the first dip."

"How do you want it, princess?" Eren approached you, kneeling down and reassuringly stroking your thighs.

You swallowed thickly, still shocked by the size of his dick, "I think I wanna be in charge. You know–”

“I know how to yield my weapon.” Eren chuckled, “But whatever you like, princess.”

Eren positioned himself on the bed, head leaning against some pillows as you followed, crawling on the bed, swinging a leg over his lap to straddle him.

His cock was girthy and held a strong curve that was sure to drag along that special spot inside of you that would have you see stars in no time.

“You ready, baby?” Eren murmured, his emerald eyes flickering up to yours.

Pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, he held his cock in his fist, stroking along your slickened folds.

“Dunno, I'm kinda scared,” you shakily admitted, chewing on your lip, starting to doubt your own decisions.

“It'll be alright,” he murmured as he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss against your breast before engulfing your nipple between his lips, his tongue lapping at it.

You let out a breathy moan, fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders as he continued suckling on your tit, his hard cock twitching excitedly against your pubic mound.

His free hand skimmed upward, grazing lightly over your belly until his large palm wrapped around your breast, kneading the soft flesh. His thumb grazed over your nipple, making it pebble against his touch.

Please you mumbled, your back arching towards him, hands parting from his shoulders to bury themselves into his silken hair, pr3ssing him against your chestn, his moans vibrating around your hardened peak.

His hands found purchase on your hips as you pulled his head back from your chest and your eyes met, pupils blown wide with lust, a rosy blush of excitement spreading across his face.

"Ready?" Eren breathed, and you nodded shakily, plucking up all your courage, and took his girth in your hand to align it with your entrance.

Then you sank down on him.

Eren immediately tilted his head up to capture your whimpers against his mouth as he continued to ease you down against him. The sensation of his girth stretching your wet walls had you trembling above him.

“Fuck,” you whined at the sensation of feeling full, while he kept slowly burying himself inside you.

"Dude, be careful with her," Touya growled protectively as he sat on his heels behind you.

"She can take it," Eren huffed against your lips.

Dabi stroked your back, giving it gentle kisses, staring fondly at you, "Dont break her yet, I've taken a liking to her."

“I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?” Eren crooned, continuing to kiss you gently, "Do you trust me?"

You nodded, stilling, his dick buried still not entirely inside of you.

"Good girl," he chuckled against your lips, and when your cunt squeezed down on him his breath hitched. “Shit, so tight–”

Eren’s tantalizing green eyes looked at you beneath long, dark eyelashes as he pulled back. Your forehead fell against his, taking a deep breath, chest heaving. The curve of his cock pressed against that one special spot in your walls perfectly.

“Ren, it's not gonna fit,” you whined, much more sensitive than you had ever been, fingers digging into the sun-kissed skin of his shoulders.

But he shushed you, as he began softly rolling his hips against yours, each time sinking inside of you a bit more until he finally was all in. You stilled in his hold, eyes screwed shut, trying to ignore the stinging pain of him tightly pressing against your cervix. The trimmed hair at the base of his cock tickled your clit as he gave you a moment to adjust.

His lips soothingly grazed the sensitive skin at your throat as he moved his hands lower to grasp your ass, fingertips sinking into the plush skin possessively. Your slick already formed a white ring on the underside of his length, leaving silvery strings along his shaft, as Eren started a slow pace, sliding in and out of you carefully, gently.

The movement caused pleasurable jolts to surge through your body, your grip at his shoulders tightening. He moved down, sucking the swollen bud of your breast into his mouth, groaning against the sweet scenting skin.

After finding an even rhythm, he pulled back from your nipple with a ‘pop’, calling over your shoulders, "Gonna join, or do I have her all to myself?"

Touya, who had been watching you getting fucked, chuckled as he gave his throbbing length a few pumps before kneeling right behind you, his chest brushing warm against your back.

He probed at your pucker hole with his cock, sliding down to where Eren was sliding in and out of your tight cunt. His pierced tip brushed against the other cock, gathering your slick, mixing it with his precum.

Eren’s eyes darkened with forboding as he muttered "What the fuck you're planning to do, dude?"

"Just enjoy," Touya smirked and before Eren could say anything, he pressed his tip against his cock, sliding inside with the next upward thrust.

You whimpered as you felt the head of his cock breach your tightness, the stretch unlike anything you've ever experienced. A dull throb of pain surged through your lower half, your nails digging into Eren's skin as you desperately tried to relax your body.

Eren had stilled, whispering words of encouragement as he felt Touya's cock press against his own, sliding deeper inside. Seeing your pained expression, his fingers moved straight to your cheeks, stroking them gently.

But then the sensation was even too much for him to ignore. His head fell back against the pillow, a lustful groan rippling up his throat, eyes falling shut, “Dude, I can feel your piercings — shit!”

You felt so impaled, impossibly stretched as Touya kept pushing inch by inch inside. You trembled and slumped forward, clutching Eren's chest as two dicks started filling you out.

“Shit,” Touya rasped, your cunt clenching around his cock, ”Doing so good, doll, just a bit more."

The stretch was intense, you thought you might pass out. It was overwhelming and delicious at the same time and you almost came right away as Touya bottomed out, both cocks now nestled deep inside of you,

Eren panted hard, eyes still closed while Touya's head rested on your shoulder, all of you trying to hold on to your composure.

"Fuck, this is so tight," Touya groaned, trying hard to keep his cool.

You’d never felt so full, painful almost. But then Touya's fingers stroked your clit, rubbing gentle, steady circles against it.

Slowly, the pain of being impossibly stretched gave way to an intense pleasure rising inside of you. Your walls stopped clenching as they relaxed around both cocks.

“Oh god,” you choked out and that was the cue Touya had been waiting for.

He slowly pulled out to push back in again, with Eren joining in. Your core clenched as both men began to work together at an even pace, your whole body quivering as they slowly moved against each other – the one pushing in while the other pulling out.

The explosion of pleasure it caused made your hair stand on end and your mouth opened in a silent moan.

With Eren’s and Touya's hands on your hips, you were totally at their mercy. Closing your eyes, you whimpered, pleasure clouding your mind as both men thrust into your body now, their cocks dragging against the sensitive skin of your inner walls.

The feeling of both cocks causing neverending friction, the pressure against your pelvis so intense, had you hurl towards another orgasm at lightning speed. Touya and Eren were panting, speed increasing as they were nearing their own high.

Your fingers tightened against Erens shoulders, trying to get some semblance, trying to steady yourself against their frantic movements. Pleasure clouded your senses as you began to involuntarily grind against them.

Touya leaned down and you yelped out as you felt his teeth sink into the delicate skin of your neck. His tongue lapped over the mark he had given you, while he continued to thrust into you.

Your core tensed up repeatedly, hurling you towards your high.

“You gonna cum?” Touya murmured against your damp skin, watching from the side the way your eyes fluttered with each precise thrust, “Gonna let us feel it?"

“Cum for us, princess—.” Eren breathed out heavily as he continued fucking up into you.

“Oh, shit.” You squealed, an intense feeling growing in your belly.

A pressure heightened quickly, leaving no room for anything else but the urge to relieve yourself. It grew intensely as your jaw went slack, eyes blurry with tears of pleasure and overstimulation.

And then it hit you like a freight train.

Your orgasm crashed down on you out of nowhere, tension bursting. You gushed all over Eren's crotch, the fluids covering his pelvis as your cunt started spasming around the guy’s hard throbbing lengths.

Squelching sounds started filling the room– of Touya's wet balls slapping against Eren’s as they pounded into you, a hot stream of clear liquid continuing to spill from your body.

Increasing their pace, Touya kept rubbing his fingers against your clit, his fingers drenched in your release, murmuring “That’s it, baby.”

Eren stared enraptured at you squirting all over him, “This is so fucking hot.”

And even though they tried to remain cool, they couldn't.

“Shit.” Touya and Eren simultaneously groaned, their hips jerking against yours as they started coming undone.

With sloppy deep thrusts, they coated your insides with their hot cum, their fingers sinking deep into your skin, leaving dark bruises in their wake.

The sensation of them both coming at the same time, hot cum filling you up so much that it seeped out and dripped down Eren’s balls sent you right over the edge again. One last burst of liquid coated Eren’s stomach, and then you collapsed against Eren’s chest, spent body trembling. You were a mess, tears rolling down your cheeks, your cunt still contracting around them, with Touya falling on top of you, panting heavily.

Your entire body was electrified, all you felt were hands and lips and hot breath on you, every slight touch sending ripples of goosebumps all over your skin. You never experienced anything like this in your entire life.

"That was—" Eren started but couldn't continue, trailing off, too drugged by bliss.

"Yeah—" Touya breathed above you, starting to pepper kisses along the curve of your neck.

Eventually, their cocks started to soften. Touya was first, straightening up after a last kiss on your shoulder, littered with bite marks, pulling out of you with a lewd wet sound.

As the cum started oozing out, Eren also moved, his dick sliding out, leaving you feeling so empty, missing the feeling of being so stuffed.

Touya sat back on his heels and placed his hands on your butt cheeks, spreading them and admiring your dripping folds.

He leaned forward, eyes fixed on your cunt, awestruck, hungry, “Will ya look at that," he grinned, "Would be a shame to let that go to waste—"

With that he dipped down, licking a long stripe from your clit up and to the entrance of your cunt. A breathy moan left your lips, thighs twitching when his mouth latched onto your folds, slurping and licking up the combined release.

His hands kneaded the soft flesh of your ass, sending chills down your spine as his tongue kept working against your pussy, cleaning up every single drop of what you had to offer.

You mewled and writhed in his grasp but then felt a fingertip tapping against your cheek. Eren knelt in front of you, eyebrow cocked, "Don't you wanna clean me up?"

Without hesitation, you leaned back a bit, pressing your pelvis obscenely tight against Touya's face, who grunted in approval. Taking Eren's soft cock in your palm, you sucked it into your mouth, starting to clean it off. Eren watched you, hands brushing loose strands of hair out of your face while you felt him slowly grow back to life.

Touya’s mouth was experienced, his wet muscle dipping back and forth, giving attention everywhere that made your body tremble, taking his time savoring the taste of all of you.

Wrapping your palm around Erens thickening girth, you started to pump him slowly, rolling your wrist as you circled his tip, beginning a slow, steady pace. Eren's breathing quickened, the sight making you stomach jump as you greedily wrapped your lips around him again.

Your tongue swirled along the underside of his cock, tracing the scattered veins, eyes fluttering shut as you began to bob your head along his length at a steady pace.

Touya had moved from your folds to your puckered hole, coating it with a mix of juices and his spit. Pressing his tongue past the tight right of muscle, his fingers worked inside your cunt a few times, covering them with your slick. He sat back, trailing his digits up to your puckered hole, watching it flutter against his touch as he rubbed small circles around it. Then he spat on it and pushed one finger inside.

You winced initially but then started to relax as you felt his careful and gentle touch. The second and third finger followed in no time, stretching uou out, your whimpers muffled by Erens now hard cock in your mouth.

“Shit, that’s it.” Eren groaned, his length twitching inside your mouth as you began to hollow your cheeks against his length.

Your hand moved down to cup his balls, gently squeezing them in you palm as you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. Gagging slightly, you pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips with the head of his cock. Taking a deep breath you lowered yourself back down on his length to repeat the movement, managing to push his cock repeatedly against the back of your mouth without the urge to gag.

The heat of Touya’s fingers was suddenly gone and a moment later replaced by his hot tip stroking your entrance.

You wanted to protest, wanted to say that you weren't prepared enough for what came next. but all you could do was gasp around Eren's cock, spluttering as drool began to dribble down your cheeks. Touya began to press forward, slipping past the first ring of tightness. Wincing, you braced yourself against Eren's thighs, your mouth still full of his girth.

"I'll go slow, doll," Touya grated out a rough breath.

Eren slipped his cock from your mouth, letting you steady your breathing. Smearing a mixture of spit and cum along your cheek, he stroked your face softly with his length.

You tried to relax your body while Touya pressed further, inch by inch. He felt huge, your tight walls squeezing around his length as you slowly adjusting to the stretch.

“I know you can take it,” he cooed in your ear as you felt him push his girth deeper inside you.

With a final rut, he bottomed out inside you as he rested his head against your shoulder to try and calm his own body down. You felt so full, could hardly breathe. Your core started to contract and Touya hissed, feeling your tight walls gripping his cock.

"Babygirl, open back up for me," Eren purred, his fat cock in his hand, sliding its tip along your slightly parted lips.

Looking up at him with watery eyes, barely able to make out his face past the tears that threatened to spill from the pain you felt in your rear, you obediently opened your mouth.

Eren pressed his cock in with a low groan.

Touya continued to hold your hips steady as he began to give slow, shallow thrusts into your back entrance, trying to get you to adjust to his size. Each roll of his hips had you pressing down harder against Eren's length, the movement sending gentle flows of pleasure throughout your body.

"Fuck,.” Touya groaned, the deeper he managed to get inside you, the tighter the sensation. Your body felt like it was on fire, trapped between two hot bodies.

“So tight.” Touya's husky voice spoke from behind, his cerulean eyes glancing at you as you moaned around Erens cock, sending pleasurable vibrations along his length.

His voice sent a rush of blood straight between your legs as you whined against Erens thickness, feeling his fingers gently weave through your hair as he lazily watched your movements, low groans leaving his lips as he shifted his hips, feeling his cock hit the back of your throat again.

With one particularly strong thrust of Touya's, you slid forward, Erens cock breaching the tightness of your throat as you impaled on him, nose buried deep in his pubic hair. You relaxed against the gag reflex, your eyes rolling back as you felt him sitting impossibly deep inside your throat.

'Oh fuck, thats it," Eren held you still, head slightly tilted, his fingers around the back of your head holding you in place.

You started getting dizzy and swatted at his thigh, your eyes watering when he pulled you from his length.

You inhaled sharply, filling your lungs with much-needed oxygen, a mixture of drool and pre-cum dripping down your chin. Eren groaned at the sight, and your hand moved to pump his cock while you tried to even out your breathing.

Running his hand through your hair, deep green eyes looked down at you when you slipped his cock back inside your mouth again.

"Don't think I'll last long if you keep this up." He growled, affectionately.

Fresh tears pricked your eyes as you looked up at Eren’s blissed expression, his mouth slightly parted with pleasure. He kept fucking himself off with your mouth now, while Touya pumped his length inside of you from behind.

And you felt yourself creeping closer and closer to your release.

Touya moved a hand down to circle your neck, squeezing slightly, feeling Eren’s cock thrust in and out of your throat. His tight grip restricted the space and made Eren hiss with pleasure, sending him hurtling towards another release.

The squelching sounds of your mouth and ass getting fucked and the combined groans of both men were the only noises that filled up the room.

Each forward thrust of Eren's breached your loosened throat with ease now, your whimpers muffled by the cock in your mouth.

"I can feel her tightening up,” the dark-haired man groaned, pressing his lips to your back. “Gonna cum for us again?”

You puff around Eren's cock, exhausted, eyes fluttering open to look at the man above you, barely able to keep them focused, so clouded and heavy with pleasure.

“So tight–” Eren groaned, feeling another climax swiftly approach as he sunk his length down inside of you again, watching you splutter against him, “Gonna cum–”

“Me too,” Touya breathed, his voice huskier, deeper, while his thrusts speed up.

“C’mon, baby, make a real mess of this bed for us.” Eren purred, continuing to fuck your mouth properly.

Then Touya slid his hand down your belly, finding your sensitive nub, your whole body jerking. You try shaking your head but are impaled on Eren's cock.

Maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Maybe the feeling of being helplessly impaled between both men. Maybe even the feeling of Eren's cock twitching and throbbing impossibly deep in your throat.

Maybe the idea that all you could do is gulp around his length.

Or the unforgiving pace Touya was finding now.

But you tightened up again, your vision fading as another climax crashed down on you.

“There it is,” Touya groaned, feeling you suck in his cock, as another gush of liquid spilled down your thighs, painting you and the bed with your wetness.

"Ready for it, princess?" Eren muttered breathlessly, his free hand coming to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away your tears.

With Touya pressing into you from behind, Eren used the momentum to bury himself deep inside of you, your nose nestled in his pubic hair, his hand holding you right there. You felt his cock throb as he released hot spurts of cum deep down your throat, each twitch of his cock accentuated by Touya's thrusts into you from behind.

Teeth sunk into your shoulder, muffling Touya’s grunts as he rammed his cock hard into you before his movements became erratic and he started shooting his hot seed inside your ass.

You stayed like this, both cocks still twitching inside of you as the last waves of the orgasm rolled through you. Before your vision turned black, Eren pulled out and you sputtered, a mix of drool and cum dripping down your tongue as you tried to catch your breath, taking in deep heaps of air.

Touya was still slumped on your back, heavily panting as you felt him slowly getting soft inside of you. With a gentle roll of his hips, he pulled out, and you dropped down onto the mattress.

You were spent, skin glistening with sweat, cum seeping out of your ass. Too weak to move, Eren pulled you with him and you curled up in his lap, messy and boneless, while he smoothed the hair from your sweaty face.

It had gone quiet in the suite, except for the heavy breathing of all three people present. Nestled into Eren's chest, Touya stroked your hair and wiped the tears off your still reddened face, your heartbeat slowly evening out.

You started moving your sore limps, lifting your head only to be met by Erens soft lips as he tenderly kissed you.

"You're alright there, baby?" He murmured fondly, his voice low and sulky.

"Yeah, just a bit raw," you giggled, leaning into his touch, your hands trailing along the firm muscles of his warm chest.

When Eren placed you down next to him and Touya was laying down next to you, wrapping his arms around you, you felt so protected, so at home. Nestled between the two men, the sheets pulled over you, their maskuline scent engulfing you, you savored the aftertaste of the night.

Eventually, Touya broke the silence. "So doll, who's it gonna be?,” he asked, fighting back a cocky smirk.

Your eyes shot from Erens’s to his, their warm soft palms massaging over your skin, the heat of their bodies so comforting.

“The jury is still out on that one,” you shot them a playful grin. "Guess we have to fuck another round for me to make up my mind."

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