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mitch-the-silly · 2 months

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Heyyyy! Could you do a oneshot with Husk and fem!reader where she and Angel are best friends and he's trying to be wingman and get them together??

Yesss!!! I love the Husk suggestions! I srsly love that old man... Anyway, I just KNOW Angie would be THE BEST wingman!!!

This is set before Angel and Husk bond, so passive-aggressive Husk and Angel ahead!

Husk x fem!reader

"Three's a Hangout, Minus One is a Date!"

From the couch of the lobby, you looked down at your phone. Thinking of getting a drink perhaps, since you didn't have anything to do on that particular day. But you could go without one, you were sure.

However, your best friend who was sitting next to you thought otherwise. Angel Dust got up with a sigh and looked at the bar then at you. “Alright girl, let’s get some drinks. You know you wanna.” He chuckled.

“Ain’t it kind of early for drinks? It’s 3 pm.” You sighed, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. You’d told him you didn’t need him to do it, but it was sweet of him to try anyway.

He chuckled leaning down towards you, “With a bartender like yours, hon? It’s drinking hour every hour.” He whispered at you. “Alright get up bitch.” He added, grabbing your arm and lifting you up.

“Ugh, I swear…” You sighed, walking with him as he led you towards the bar. You looked up at the man behind it. Husk… he made you sigh, but you couldn’t tell him yourself. Not in a million years. He kept to himself and even Angel’s flirting disgusted him. You liked talking to him; it made your heart flutter.

“Hi, Huskie~” Angel waved at him, giggling coquettishly. Of course, it was just playful, he knew very well you liked him. His goal today was to get them to go out on a date.

“Don’t call me that.” Husk huffed.

“Whatever, my girly and I wanted to get some drinks. Just trynna have a good time here. She says you give good conversation, but in my experience you always reject me, so you better prove her right.” Angel spoke jokingly, sitting on one of the stools. You sat next to him, smiling at Husk and waving at him shyly.

“Yeah, it’s 'cause she’s alright, unlike you, she ain’t full of shit.” Husk chuckled, shooting a friendly smile at you. You let out a small laugh at his comment.

“You’re lucky I’m here for a drink and not in the mood to argue.” Angel huffed, making himself comfortable.

“Forgive him, you know how he is.” You chuckled, “Could I get a… uhh… I’m feeling mimosas, how about you Angie?”

“Whatever you’re havin’ toots. I trust ya.” He chuckled, checking his phone. But he was in fact not checking his phone. He was texting you.

You felt your phone buzz and you checked what the notification was for. Upon seeing a text from Angel, you opened it.

Girl, talk to him. You’re just sitting there.

You sighed, readying yourself to listen to Angel’s suggestion. You looked at the way he was making your cocktail and admired it for a second. You didn't stop zoning out until Angel nudged you.

“So, I know you’re technically forced to stay here, but do you like bartending? You seem to put a lot of effort into the drinks.” You asked him curiously.

“Guess it’s something I’ve had a knack for. I’d rather not be here, but it’s not as bad as I make it sound like.” He shrugged, giving you your mimosa and beginning to make Angel’s.

“If you weren’t here, where would you be? …Just out of curiosity.” You asked, hoping you weren’t overstepping.

“Hmm…” Husk hummed, pensive.

Angel continued to pretend he was on his phone, texting you in actuality.

You’re doing great, girly! <3

Go get him!

Don’t bombard him with questions tho

You know how he is

You kept his advice in mind, as you waited for Husk’s reply.

“Honestly, gamblin’ somewhere. Old habits die hard. But, as I said, it ain’t that bad being here. The princess’ got a bleeding heart, her girlfriend cares about her, Pentious looks like he’s doing better… and you look happier than when you first walked in here.” He smiled, placing Angel’s drink before him.

“You think so?” You asked, feeling a slight blush scatter across your face.

“Sure, I mean, you didn’t talk much when ya’ got here. Now look at you.” He chuckled.

Angel, chuckled to himself, “You two should hang out more often. You guys seem like you would be good for each other.”

“Angie-”

“Look! A new food joint opened up near the center of the Pentagram. We should go, all three of us. Charlie did say we had to fraternize more.” Angel suggested, stopping you from speaking anymore.

Husk huffed as if the idea was funny to him, “Even if I were to say yes, Alastor’s not gonna let me out of his sight.”

“Nuh-uh! I’ll just tell Charlie to talk to him. Come on! You should go with us! If not for me, do it for her!” He pleaded.

“If you can get him off my back, you’ve got yourself a deal.” He answered, cleaning some shot glasses.

“Oh, that’s awesome!” You smiled, squeezing your palms together, receiving a subtle wink from Angel and a nod from Husk.

Angel had followed through and begged and pleaded Charlie to talk to Alastor. Of course, upon hearing that it was to arrange a date between you and Husk, she immediately tried her best to convince Alastor. And due to Charlie’s words, he obliged.

So when the day came around, you were ecstatic but nervous. But Angel was gonna be there with the two of you, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. So you got ready with a cute outfit, prepared to go downstairs to the lobby and wait for Husk to get ready.

Angel said he had some errands to run for Val, so he’d meet the both of you there. Nothing to panic about, right?

You waited patiently, scrolling through your phone. Then you saw him at the top of the stairs. Fur slicked back and bow tie steamed out of any wrinkle. He wore something similar to what he always wore, but somewhat fancier (he already wore mostly formal wear). You felt a bit of red creep onto your cheeks.

“H-hey Husk!” You smiled, waving at him, “Angel said he had some errands to run for his boss, so he’d meet us there.” You informed him. He nodded at you and you got up to walk out of the Hotel with him.

You two had some conversation on your way to the restaurant, and you were about to call Angel to see if he was on his way when you suddenly got a text from him

I’ll be a little late, toots

You two pick a table for us

Love ya <333

You sighed, but shrugged it off. Valentino was overbearing, and he’d been sort of mad at Angel lately and had given him more work. So you didn’t complain.

“Angel said he’s gonna be a bit late. He wants us to pick a table.” You spoke, seeing the restaurant’s sign a few blocks away.

“I figured, he’s busy isn’t he?” Husk responded.

“Yeah, but I don’t blame him. Valentino is kind of an asshole to his workers. Didn’t think he’d have work today, though.” You added, thinking about your friend’s situation.

“Guess when you put it that way, he doesn’t sound as fake as he is. But he’s always gotta hide behind that persona of his. You ought to tell him it’s not gonna get him anywhere.” Husk said, giving his two-sense on the topic.

“I try my best to, but I guess his persona is his escape. I’d rather not take that from him. It’s all he has left of confidence in himself.” You sighed, turning to him, showing him with your expression that you felt the need to look out for Angel.

“You’re a sweet soul, you know? I don’t know what it was you did to end up in this shithole, but I know why Charlie chose you out of the bunch for this redemption thing. You’ve got good in ya’.” He smiled, giving her a sympathetic smile.

You blushed, turning away in embarrassment, “Oh… you don’t have to say all of that…”

“I’m not lying, I can read people like a book and yours is very pleasant.” He joked, chuckling at your red face.

You two entered the restaurant, and come to find, it was not only a restaurant but a Jazz club. Husk found a table for the both of you. And right when you were about to suggest waiting for Angel to order, you got another text.

Hiii girly!!

Val’s being an ass today :/

You guys can order without me!

Great… “Hey… I don’t think Angel’s gonna make it... He just texted me telling me we should order without him.”

“I see… well, guess we’ll get this date started. Since he’s not joinin’ us.” He spoke.

You paused, a bit taken aback by his choice of words. “D-date?” You stuttered in surprise.

“Well, haven’t you heard the saying, ‘Three’s a hangout, minus two’s a date?’ Or am I just that old?” He chuckled.

“No no! I just… I was a bit surprised, that’s all.” You chuckled softly, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Either way, I wouldn’t mind a date with ya. You’re not half bad.” Husk admitted with a soft smile.

You thanked him after which the waitress came by to take your order. Your small hangout, now updated to date status, was going great! So much so, that when the Jazz band present began to play, you debated if you should ask him to dance. He seemed like he liked Jazz, but you didn’t want to assume. So you simply continued eating and chatting with him, but your wish would be granted anyway

“You know how to dance Jazz?” He asked you after wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“As much as the next girl, yeah.” You chuckled. You didn’t know much, but you had rhythm and that was a start.

“They used to have a jazz band at the casino I gambled at back in the 40s, back when I was young and alive and all that. Oh, I used to down bottles and dance all night. I can’t do that now, but I still know how to dance.” Husk added, reminiscing on the fast life that had landed him here. He’d had fun, that was something he was sure of.

“That sounds like it was fun…” You smiled softly.

“You wanna dance? I could teach ya’ a move or two.” He offered, extending his hand for you to take it.

You nodded, giving him your hand, letting him lead you to the dancefloor. He held you, moving you to the sound of the smooth Jazz. Spinning you gently and swaying with you. It all felt like a dream. The dim lights and the gentle strums of the acoustic bass resounding in sync with your heart. Until eventually, after enough dancing, he brought you in for a kiss. A kiss just as deep and smooth as his voice. The slight taste of liquor on his lips and the smell of the herbs on the food he’d eaten, enchanted you.

He parted the kiss and continued to sway you around. The two of you danced the night away, arriving at the hotel very very late. You had like 50 unread messages and 4 missed calls from Angel, but you didn’t care. And the second Angel saw you walk in through the main entrance with your arm around Husk’s forearm, he couldn’t even be mad! His job had been done.

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thisismeracing · 10 months

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Sunshine | MS47

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x earthy!reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, it’s not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI! ― Summary: In which Mick starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy. ― A/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛 ― A/n2: Since everyone seemed to like the Charles version and I had way too many pics from his piece I did not use, I’m making Lewis’ and Mick’s versions as well.

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george-weasleys-girl · 7 months

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Hellooo so I saw that your requests are open :D and I was wondering if you could do a Fred and fem reader with an angry love confession in the rain with prompt 4 and 15 of your fluff/angst prompts list please? No pressure at all only if you want to :)

This turned into quite the saga! Thank you for requesting it 💗

What Took You So Long?

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

~•~

The café buzzed all around them, but Fred sat motionless, staring across Diagon Alley at Y/N standing outside her little shop, chatting with a customer.

"Hey, mate," George said.

No response.

"Hey Fred," he tried again.

Again nothing.

"Freddieeee."

Still nothing.

"Earth to Fred. Come in, Fred. This is ground control to Major Fred."

"Huh, what?" Fred snapped out of his daze.

George rolled his eyes. "Are you gonna eat, or are you just gonna sit there and drool over Y/N all afternoon?"

"I'm not drooling!" Fred touched the corner of his mouth. "Am I?"

His twin shook his head and chuckled. "You know, if you're so in love with her, you should ask her out."

"I never said I was in love with her!" Fred looked horrified.

"Maybe not out loud." George said.

The older twin sighed and shook his head. Very little got past his twin. "I don't know..." Fred said. "We're friends. I don't want to make things weird between us."

"Suit yourself," George shrugged and dug into his lunch.

Fred heaved another sigh, returning his attention back to Y/N, who, when she noticed him, broke out into a brilliant smile and waved.

He gave her a quick wave in return and immediately turned his attention to his sandwich, worried that his face might spontaneously burst into flames at any moment.

~•~

Y/N and Fred had known each other since their Hogwarts days. They weren't really friends then, so much as friendly acquaintances. Fred had been too enamored with Angelina to actually notice her. Not that it would've mattered much anyway. Y/N had been involved with a Ravenclaw bloke for most of their school years.

All that changed after the war. Y/N opened a small perfumery on Diagon Alley and soon became a regular at the joke shop. Her oldest sister coincidentally had twin boys, and Y/N spoiled them to bits.

"My sister's gonna kill me," she'd told Fred, laughing, when he showed her their newest product, Whizzies, a less dramatic version of Whizbangs for the younger crowd.

"You know, we do sell Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder in case you need to make a quick getaway," Fred suggested with a mischievous grin.

"Hmm... that might be a good idea," she said, returning his grin and added the powder to her purchase.

Y/N returned a few days later to regale him with the results of her most recent purchases, which involved a few small explosions that set the sofa on fire, followed by her quick getaway. After she helped put out the fire, of course.

It didn't take long for Fred to fall head over heels for her.

~•~

That was a year ago. And he still hadn't worked up the courage to ask her out.

"Tell me the truth, Freddie," George asked him the night after seeing his twin's face turn beet red at lunch. "What's up with this woman? What happened to Mr. I Can Get Any Girl I Want?"

Fred shrugged. "He ran away the moment he realized how much he liked her. It scares me, George, how much I like her. What if we get together and I fuck it up like I did with Angie? I... I don’t think I can go through... that again."

Ah. George nodded and patted his brother's shoulder. It all makes sense now. Fred was devastated when things didn't work out with Angelina. Of course, in public, he played off like it didn't bother him. It was only when he and Fred were alone that his twin let the mask slip. George couldn't ask him to put his heart on the line like that again. Nor did he know if he could watch Fred go through that kind of heartbreak again. So, he let the matter drop.

~•~

Y/N had never really given Fred Weasley much thought when they were in school. She remembered him being cute and funny, and maybe a bit crazy. But her interests lay elsewhere at the time.

Things were different now, though. For one, she was single, and for two, Fred had grown up. He was still cute and funny and a bit crazy, but it was tempered now with a sense of responsibility. Whether that came from the war or being a business owner or a combination of both, she didn't know. But she would really, really like to. In truth, she would like to know everything about him.

She'd thought that maybe he liked her back. He'd certainly given off those vibes many times. But it'd been almost a year and nothing more than the occasional invites to lunch with him and George had happened. And whenever she suggested that just the two of them do something, he always had other plans.

Perhaps she was wrong, she thought. Maybe it was time to give it up before she broke her own heart.

~•~

"Y/N hasn't stopped by the in three weeks," Fred peered down at her shop from their usual table at the café.

"Maybe she's been busy," George shrugged.

"Yeah, maybe..." Fred mumbled, shifting in his chair to get a better view of the perfumery's entrance. If she stepped out, he'd decided he'd wave her over.

But she never did.

Fred hated feeling so vulnerable and confused. He was the man with the plan, but he had no plan for this. Y/N had never been far from his mind to begin with, but now, she was all he could think about. Every time the shop door opened, his hopes rose only to sink through the floor seconds later when he realized it wasn't her.

Is she ok? Is she just busy? Did I say or do something wrong? Is she angry at me? Should I try to go talk to her?

Fred had admitted to himself that he cared for her, but he didn't realize how much until she stopped coming around.

"She's all I can think about, George," Fred confessed one night while they were working on paperwork. "Everywhere I turn in the store, I see where she's been. I hear her laughter. Every new invention, I think of her and how much I want to show it to her. Does she not buy stuff for her nephews anymore?"

George sighed and watched his twin for a moment. "I've been debating whether or not to show you this," he pulled a document from his pile of paperwork. "Here's the list for all the mail orders for this past month. She's made two big mail orders."

Fred snatched it from his brother's hands. "Why are you just telling me this?!"

"I didn't know until a couple of hours ago when Michael gave me his compiled list."

"But... why?" Fred stared at the paper. "Did I do something?"

"I don't know, Freddie. I wish I did."

~•~

Another week passed.

Nothing. Not even a glimpse of her.

And then, it happened. Fred spied Y/N sprinting past the joke shop, no doubt trying to get inside before the oncoming storm burst. Without a thought, he raced out the door after her.

"Y/N!" He called out. "Wait up!"

She stopped and stared at him, the wind whipping her hair in every direction.

"Hey," Fred greeted her. "How are you?"

"I'm uh, I'm good..." She looked up at the dark clouds roiling above them.

"Yeah, yeah. That's good," Fred replied. "I just, um... I was worried about you. You haven't been by the shop in a month."

Thunder rolled in the distance, and the first droplets fell, pattering on the cobblestones.

"You stopped me because I haven't been to the joke shop??" She wiped away a raindrop that pelted her just above her left eye and shook her head. "I'm going, Fred."

"No, wait," he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Please, Y/N."

She whirled around. "In case you haven't noticed, the bottom is getting ready to drop out!" She gestured toward the sky.

"I know, I just," he stammered. "Are you mad at me?"

"What?" She actually looked shocked. "Why would I be mad at you?"

Fred threw his hands in the air. "I don't know!You tell me! You're the one making mail orders instead of coming into the store."

Another clap of thunder, this time closer, then lightening rent the sky above them.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, Fred," Y/N wiped her wet hair away from her face. "I'm not mad at you, ok?"

She started to turn away, but Fred stopped her again. "Then why don't you come into the shop anymore?"

The rain was now beginning to soak into their clothes. "Why do you care?!" She snapped, the lightening in her eyes far more intimidating than any the storm could produce.

"I - I uh," Fred chewed his lip, rain dripping off his nose. "I miss you."

"You miss me??" A year's worth of frustration and disappointment boiled over and exploded out. "I'm just another fucking customer to you! It shouldn't make a difference whether I shop in the store or not. You're still getting my money!"

"Wh - I don't care about your money!" Fred stepped closer to her. "You're not just another customer to me! You're... you're..."

"I'M WHAT, FRED WEASLEY??" She raged. "WHAT THE HELL AM I TO YOU?"

"YOU'RE MY FAVORITE PERSON!" He yelled back.

Y/N blinked, her hands dropping to her sides, as all her anger melted away with the rain. "What..."

"You're my favorite person, Y/N," he repeated, softer. "And I miss you. I miss you so much. Everything reminds me of you. It's driving me insane."

She stood frozen in place, eyes riveted on the man before her for a few long moments. Then suddenly, she rushed toward him and caught her in his arms, their lips melding together, passionate and electric, matching the intensity of the storm.

"What took you so long?" She teased once they parted.

Fred chuckled. "I'm an idiot."

Y/N smiled and nodded, squinting against the sun now peeking through the dissipating storm clouds. "I don't know about you, but I'm soaked to the bone. And I'm starting to shiver a little."

"Well, we certainly can't have that," Fred pressed her tighter to him. "Your place or mine?"

"I'm thinking yours," Y/N said, peeking around him. "George is standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips, glaring at us."

"Oh right," Fred turned and waved. "I ran out and left him alone during the afternoon rush. I'm in big trouble now."

"Best we hurry, then," Y/N giggled and gave him one more quick kiss.

~•~

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chaoticace2005 · 1 month

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Vox: I just accidentally prematurely sent an email to Val... It was supposed to say "I am afraid that we will have to postpone our meeting", but I hit send when all it said was:

Vox: “Hi Val, I am afraid”

Velvette: I heard Alastor entered the room immediately after so I think the computer might have predicted the future.

Vox: I WAS NOT AFRAID

Val: Hmm, that’s not what the email said…

Vox: YOU CANT EVEN READ

Valentino: TEXT TO SPEECH EXISTS! HOW DO YOU THINK IM ABLE TO READ WHAT ANGIE SENDS TO ME?!

Velvette: I kind of just assumed you sent shit and never read his responses.

Valentino, abusive and insecure: No, I need to make sure he’s paying attention to me.

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hoeforhao · 7 months

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🏷 Kidult ▪︎Choi Seungcheol Fic▪︎ Epilogue

↷ pairing: dad!seungcheol × fem!reader (feat!jeonghan)

↷ genre: heavy angst, fluff towards the end, mentions of childhood trauma, sort of arranged marriage? cheol and reader have a daughter together, lots of dad seungcheol content!!!

↷ summary: can trying to relive the childhood you never got to experience, through your daughter be the reason of your husband's irk?

↷ part: 4/4 pt.1, pt.2, pt.3

↷ w.c: 1.03K

↷ author's note: originally I didn't plan on any epilogue to the series as I was like 'eh let me just end it with some smut'. But after reading the reviews I realized that few wanted a closure with some fluffy content! So here it is. A happy ending to my most loved series♡

“Yah Hana stop running away!” you’ve been sprinting after your two year old ball of mischief for the past couple of minutes, with various failed attempts of trying to make her gulp down the last few drops of the butterscotch shake that took almost thirty minutes to make, just because it was the only way you could manage get some milk into her system.

She has completely inherited her dad’s genes when it comes to annoying the shit out of you!!! Sometimes you really wonder whether she is even your daughter or not, because be it her boba eyes, or the way she sulks into a pout whenever you refuse to give her pickies, her juicy pink lips, the little peets, all are literal second copies of her dad. “ Was it you or me who carried her for 9 months CHOI SEUNGCHEOL” you internally curse at him whenever you look you two’s sweetest berry.

You were about to give up on this mission of feeding Hana when you suddenly felt a heavy pair of arms wrap oh so gently around your tummy, chin resting into the crest of your neck. “Don’t stress out your mother like this baby. Aren’t you daddy’s good girl, hmm?” Seungcheol’s face moves from the nest of your shoulder’s to his now slightly guilt stricken daughter’s face.

“You wanna be able to carry your little brother, right? Be a good elder sister for him?” his palms now ghost over the swell in your belly, carefully caressing the bump as if trying to pat his little champ, the new and beautiful addition to his small happy family, his son upon whom he’s ready to shower all the world’s love. Definitely not more than his princess tho-

Hana’s face was stricken with a view of remorse topped with the excitement from the mere thoughts of being able hold her small brother in her own soft arms, play with him, dress him up for her playtimes and most importantly be the home he can always rely on after his parents, even though she herself was just a child.

“Yes yes yes i want to be the best sister for Siu. I’ll be right, dada?” her doe eyes instantly light up, awaiting her father’s approval onto whether or not she will be the best elder sister for the new ball of happiness entering all three of you’s life.

“YAH YOU TWO ALREADY DECIDED THE NAME? Who will ask the mother hmph!!!!” you push off Cheol’s hands from your bump and turn around to now face the slightly laughing face of your husband, corners of his lips turning up into a slight curve, as if smiling at your angy face.

Seungcheol’s heart was swelling from the view before him; his wife, the bane of his existence, looking at him with that sulky pout, the one he loves so dearly, the one that makes him wanna kiss her then and there, that peaceful face of her that felt like home to him, adorned with fluffed up chipmunk cheeks and skin all glistening like snow from the pregnancy glow…while his daughter, the apple of his eyes, stood behind her, smiling wide like the brightest ray of light.

“I wanted the name to be a surprise for you, as Siu brought in new beginnings to the family that was falling apart! But looks like someone can’t keep secrets huh.” Cheol moves past you to pick up Hana in his arms, swaying her around and putting her in air jail as a punishment for disclosing his long thought gift to you, while you fondly look at them; isn’t this is the sight you’ve always wanted to cherish… your own happy and content family. Since that night at the resort, your life finally took a the turn you’ve wishing upon for years. Seungcheol started treating you as a literal cloud, too fragile to touch, taking you on the cutest dates every weekend even if he’s drowned with work, showering with love, hugs and kisses at every chance he gets….and most significantly adore you like a completely love stricken man whenever you acted as a kid alongside your little muffin. As Hana’s giggles echoed around the walls followed by her dad’s soft laughs, the only thing you could think to yourself was “This house is finally a home”

The entire day went by like this with your daughter’s shenanigans and her father supporting all the little tricks she kept on pulling on you. Annoying you is really the father-daughter duo’s best hobby!!! The sunlight was bidding its last goodbyes as you busied yourself in the kitchen, trying to put down a good feast for the guests….who were about to knock at any moment now.

A ring of the bell and you quickly realize who it could be. Pulling off your apron in seconds, you literally run towards the door, arms wide open to greet none other than the Yoon Jeonghan, aka your annoying ass devil spawn of a bestfriend. The moment the long haired man sees your figure waiting for him at the doorway, he wraps his hands around your torso tightly, a bit too tight for your now swelled up belly, earning him a hard smack on his non existent butt.

“You’ll suffocate the baby, you idiot” you playfully slap Han’s shoulders while welcoming his wife alongside the two year old version of your friend aka his daughter Byul. “Instead of being thankful to me you’re hitting me dumbo. Afterall it was my evil plan that led to you being round with Cheol’s child now right!!! Such an ungrateful friend you’re y/n”

You truly had no comeback for Han’s words this time as for the first ocassion the man was speaking completely correct facts. It was indeed because of the vacation he planned that Seungcheol apologized to you for his mistreatment, made you believe that he will wait to earn your trust and love,heal the broken relationships and gift you the family and home you’ve always craved for.

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iiwontgiveuponmilkk · 6 months

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Blurbs | F.W.

Summary: just some blurbs about my favourite twin

word count: idk

warnings: drinking (a small mention of under age drinking), no age is mentioned (please assume appropriate ages for each blurb)

notes: just some ideas I've had, take the poll at the bottom and maybe I'll write a full fic for some ;) also tried to avoid the use of y/n but it wasn't possible for all of them. did not spell/grammar check

Truth or Dare?

Another Gryffindor win lead to another famous Gryffindor party. The nights always started out crazy, but when the party died down, it was often just the quidditch team and a few friends left in the common room. Tonight was no exception. Usually, the group sat around talking and sneaking drinks, but tonight, George had suggested they played truth or dare. This wasn't out of the ordinary, per say, but George seemed to have an agenda tonight. His plan formulated when he saw the look on Fred's face when she first got to the party. She had borrowed one of Fred's Gryffindor quidditch sweater for the game, but had changed from her jeans into a short, black skirt. George had spent the night picking on his twin, asking if he needed to hold his jaw shut for him and pretending to wipe drool from his chin. Angelina had went first, turning her attention to George. "Georgie, truth or dare?" She grinned, sending him a wink. It took a few turns before George finally set his plan in motion. "Y/N, truth or dare?" He asked, trying to hide his smirk. "Oh god, knowing you? Truth." She laughed, leaning forward. "Hmm, who in this room would you snog?" He waited for her to answer, staring her down. He noticed her eyes flick to Fred before she cleared her throat. She reached for the bottle of fire whiskey, taking a quick swig, shuddering as it went down. "Fred." She said, narrowing her eyes at George. The game went on until George turned his attention to his twin. "Freddie, truth or dare?" He grinned. "Dare, Georgie. Give me your worst." Fred grinned back at his twin. He was waiting for a ridiculous dare, perhaps something gross. "Kiss Y/N." George leaned back, throwing an arm over Angelina's shoulder. Fred moved to her, kneeling in front of her as she sat on the sofa. He met her eyes, seeing the blush deepen on her cheeks. "On the lips, Freddie." George pipped up, not leaving any room for negotiation. Fred seemed to hesitate, but the fire whiskey had given her some extra courage. She grabbed his face, crashing her lips to his. Fred moved his lips against hers, his hands sliding up her legs to her waist. His fingers dug into her waist when he felt her tongue brush against his lip. He pulled her to him just as George started yelling. "Alright, alright! Get a room!"

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Girl's Night

"Another round please!" Angelina shouted over the noise at the pub. The bartender began to pour their drinks. Y/N couldn't remember how many drinks they had, but the world seemed to be buzzing around her and the floor was spinning. She had managed to sneak away from her friends, stumbling over to the pay phone. She slid a coin into the slot and began dialing. She leaned against the wall as it rang, waiting for an answer. "Hello?" God, he sounded tired. What time was it anyway? "Freddieeeeee." She whined, her head lulling to the side. "Love? Is that you? Where are you?" He asked, the sleep fading from his voice. "Come pick me up, pleaaaaseeee." A giggle came from her when she saw Angelina stomping towards her. She cut Fred off when he started to talk. "Uh-oh! Angie is going to kill me." She giggled again, shaking her head at her friend. "Love, where ar-." Angelina snatched the phone from her. Fred could hear her giggling, telling Angelina to give her the phone back. "Hi Fred, she's fineeee. It's girl's night. Byeee." Angelina hung up the phone, pulling her friend back to the table.

"C'mon, babe, it's freezing out here." She pulled Angelina down the sidewalk as they headed to the next spot. They ended up getting kicked out of the last pub after Julie punched a guy for grabbing her ass. Julie had left after that, ready to call it a night. But the two girls were on a mission. That mission? Drinking until one of them threw up. They both stopped in their tracks when they spotted a tall, ginger heading right for them. Which wasn't the best idea, but here they were. "Did you call George?!" Angelina smacked her friend on the arm as she started laughing. "Nooo! I called Freddie! Oh, look! There he is!" She giggled when Fred turned the corner behind George. "We're in so much trouble!" Angelina giggled, pulling her across the street, away from the twins. They didn't even make it to the door before the twins had managed to catch up to them. "Soooo much trouble!" Y/N laughed, taking in the faces of Fred and George. They looked mildly annoyed, but there was a slight hint of amusement. "Georgie, remind me why we let these two hang out?" Fred asked, raising a brow. "No clue, Freddie. They're more trouble than we are."

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Christmas at the Burrow

Fred had extended an invitation to her when she told him that she wasn't going home for the holiday. She was excited and nervous. That all faded away when she finally met the entirety of the Weasley clan. They were all so welcoming and Molly seemed to adore her. Fred had mentioned to his mum that she had always loved the sweaters that Molly had made everyone with their initials on them. Fred had tried to help knit the sweater, but even with the use of magic, it was useless. He ended up picking out her favourite colour for her sweater and letting Molly do the rest. Fred had managed to make a sorry excuse for a scarf and wrap it for her. He couldn't wait for Christmas morning, and for the first time in a long time he couldn't sleep the night before. He woke up to the smell of cinnamon and baked goods, heading down the stairs to find y/n and Molly chatting at the table over a cup of tea. He smiled, standing at the bottom of the stairs, taking in the sight. He knew his mum would love her, but didn't think they'd be this close so fast. "Freddie! You're finally up!" She grinned when she noticed him. Molly ushered them into the den and started handing out gifts. She insisted that y/n opened her gift first, as their guest. "Oh merlin!" She shouted as she unwrapped the gift and unfurled the sweater. "I love it! Thank you so much!" She gushed, quickly pulling it over her head. Fred couldn't help but smile, she was just too cute. "Now Fred, open yours." Molly demanded, putting her hands on her hips. He smiled to himself when he peeled back the paper. Of course his mum would do something like this. His smile grew when he heard her voice. "Freddie! We match! Put it on, right now!"

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Amortentia

Walking into the joke shop was like something out of a movie. It was lively from the second the twins had opened the doors. She had been caught up, not able to make it right when they opened. She promised her best friend that she would be there as soon as possible. She spotted the two, buzzing around the shop. She spotted Hermoine and Ginny at a display of what looked to be love potions. She walked over and greeted the pair. "What are you two up to?" She asked, picking up a heart shaped vial, turning it over in her hand. "We're just looking." Ginny mumbled, her cheeks slightly pink. She let it slide, already knowing what they were doing. "Well, I'll just look too." She winked, uncorking the vial. She brought it up to her nose, freezing at the smell. Vanilla, pumpkin juice, floo powder, and cedarwood.

"Hello ladies. Love potions, eh?" The twins said in unison. Her cheeks burned as she met Fred's eyes. Oh, for merlin's sake. "They really do work!" Again, in unison. The two girls wandered away, putting the potions back. George was quickly distracted, leaving her and Freddie alone. She fiddled with the vial before putting it back. "I'm sure you won't be needing that anyway." Fred slung an arm over her shoulder, "Glad you're here." He gave her a small squeeze. "Quite honestly, I might. You seem to be quite thick headed." She bit her lip, glancing around the shop.

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Loving You is Easy, Losing You was Hell

Loving Fred Weasley was easy. Losing him was a heartbreak every single day. Seeing him for the remainder of their seventh year was torture. He just seemed so unaffected, like he didn't care. The two years that they spent together seemed to mean nothing to him, like they didn't exist. She was glad to finally be done with Hogwarts, to get out and leave. Get as far away as possible from Fred Weasley. Maybe then she could heal, and she really thought she had. Until she had to return to London. Until she returned to Diagon Alley for work. Then she saw him and her world came crashing down on her. He looked great, more handsome than she remember. A year away will do that. She had changed as well. Her face finally matured, she seemed to hold a certain grace about her as she walked. She tried to push Fred out of her mind, and it was working, until she ran into George. George, who wouldn't take no for an answer, had convinced her to grab a butterbeer. He missed her, she had been a big part of his life too and then she just disappeared. "Y'know, he's not doing good. He hasn't ever since..." George trailed off, looking down at the table. "George, I can't. Losing him has been hell. I-." She was cut off by George. "Just hear him out, yeah? One drink? Please." George gave her a soft look. "You just don't ever take no for an answer, do you?" She quipped, shaking her head. "You should know that by now! Tonight? 7? Here?" He gave her a small smile. "Dear god, fine. One drink, but can't promise I'll be nice." She mumbled.

She grumbled to herself, walking in. 6:55. She found a table in the corner, ordering two drinks. Either he showed up or she got two drinks to herself. She fidgeted, tugging at the sleeves of her sweater. She thought about wearing something nicer, but she ended up just throwing on the first sweater she found and a pair of leggings. She slid her flats off, pulling her legs under her. Her eyes were glued to her glass, not noticing Fred until he slid into the booth across from her. She looked up, a startled look on her features. She really didn't think he would show. But here he was. Neither of them spoke for a long moment. She took the time to look him over. George was right. He didn't look like he was doing so well. His face looked thinner, dark circles under his eyes. They both spoke at the same time.

"You look like shit."

"You look great."

A small laugh came from her and Fred let out a small chuckle. "I'm sorry." She started before he waved her off. "It's fine, George tells me every day." Her heart squeezed for him, and a part of her hated it. Hated that she still loved him. After over a year without him. "I've missed you." He said softly. She nibbled on her bottom lip, fighting the urge to tell him that had missed him as well. "Losing you was hell, Fred Weasley." She whispered, meeting his eyes. "I should've never left." He reached for her hand across the table. She let him take her hand, her eyes falling to their hands. "Loving you is- was easy, forgiving you was hard, but losing you-." She stopped herself, looking up to him. "I'm sorry, love, please." The look in his eyes killed her. "Let me take you out, yeah? Dinner? Let me make it up to you." He gave her puppy dog eyes, waiting for her to answer. "God, you're as bad as George. One date. And stop with the eyes, it's not fair."

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rzyraffek · 11 months

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Hello ★ ! This may sound...odd, but can you do : the slashers with a shrine maiden/miko s/o? I've signed up for the job recently ands its quite fun. Pls use they/them pronouns? Also ty :D

I had to google what that means!! But as far as I understand it's a person who takes care of shrines?? I really hope Google didn't prank me today! (At end on fic I posted screenshot of wiki explaining what shrine maid it!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers with shrine maid s/o

Billy Lenz

Will be angy like little baby that s/o has job and cant spend 24/7 giving him attention

If s/o has to wear any traditional Japanese outfits my guy is going to staare. Like he probably never seen Japanese person, let alone in those pretty outfits!!

He has no clue about traditions and culture so please teach him

Guy from hush

"So what? We are moving to Japan now?"

My guy will be so sceptical but he will support them and let them do whatever they want! Its their life anyways

Will be qurious about how s/o job looks like, also will probably visit them mid day, like just drive next to shrine ans be like "sup baby i bought you kfc!"

Micheal Myers

His reaction to this information: 👁👁🧍👍

Guy doesn't care, didnt ask, as far as s/o is alive, happy-ish, and he can get to kill some random people once per week he is fine

Also he finds those traditional outfits very pretty!

Also s/o don't be surprised if you see tall looming figure like 30meters away from shrine just staring at you🥰 its forrrr hm protection?

Ghostface

"Ooh Japan?? Hmm might be fun"

Will take photos of them working

Makes sure none is rude to them while they are working🥰 live laugh love blackmail🥰

Will get kinda lonley when s/o is at work so he gonna call/text them ALOT. He knows s/o can't really answer but he doenst care

Oni (from dbd)

Hmm hopefully the shrine is for him😈😈

He gonna be jealous!! My love please go and take care of his template and shrine!! Not some randoms ☹

Also epic outfit but his maids get way better ones (if he would have maids haha)

Asa Emory

Hmm new place new kinds of bugs to collect

He gonna support his queen

I mean lets be honest s/o doenst need this job hes 100% capable of providing for both of them, but its sweet that s/o wants to get some money too

Wont bother them at work, wont text/call, but he gonna drive them home after long day of working and lisen to all cool stuff they did/saw at work

"Glad you happy about new job sunshine"

Sorry for long wait but I didn't even knew if I should write this! Dont take it wrong way I just had no clue what shrine maid was and was worried that I might say something harmful or rude😞👽

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undercovergamer · 6 months

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❤️“Squeaky Toy” Who?❤️

(I know, fantastic banner again, thank you, /lh /sarc)

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️also contains kisses, one swear and arms being held at some point so beware⚠️

Basically, it was time for bed. Time to sleep. Gorou was ready to drift off to dream land, but unfortunately for him, Itto was full of mischief rather than sleepiness.

wee bit of inspiration from @duckymcdoorknob hehehe

Word Count: 3314

It was time for bed and Gorou was very sleepy. The only problem was that Itto wasn’t. He was full of energy and claimed to not need sleep yet, but this wasn’t unusual. Gorou knew he’d calm down enough to go to sleep eventually, so he wasn’t concerned. All they needed to do was snuggle real close and drift off to dream land.

Itto had his eye mask ready on his forehead, waiting for Gorou to come cuddle. After the general had changed into his pajamas, he turned the lights off, crawled onto his partner and laid his head on his chest, snuggling up real close and listening to his heartbeat. Itto wrapped his arms and a blanket around his beloved boyfriend, playfully nuzzling the top of his head and giggling to himself. He was always excited to spend some snuggle-time with his beloved warrior.

“Are you comfy?” Itto asked, kissing his head.

“Hmm... yeah. You’re so warm…” Gorou replied, softly nuzzling into him and happily wagging his tail.

“Mm... so are you. You’re like… really snuggly. Your hair is so soft…” Itto held him closer and nuzzled his head more, filling his cuddles with more love and affection.

“Hehe, thanks. You’re very comfy...” Gorou smiled, reaching up to gently scratch Itto’s head before nuzzling his chest. The two cuddled like this for quite a while, ready to fall asleep at any moment… until Gorou felt a weird sensation in his ear, making it flick on reflex.

“Huh… hey… don’t do that…” Gorou said sleepily.

“What?” Itto replied, resting his chin on Gorou’s head. Then, he felt the same sensation again.

“Hey! Do not.” Gorou complained, flicking his ear twice.

“What?? I’m just breathing.” Itto replied with a giggle. Turns out he was gently blowing air at Gorou’s ears without permission, because he thought the way they twitched was funny.

“Itto! It tickles! Stop it!” Gorou protested, holding his giggles in.

“Hehehehe, so cute…” the oni replied, blowing air yet again.

“Grrr… leave my ears alone!” Gorou whined, finally covering his ears to prevent that ticklish feeling.

“Hahahaha! You’re adorable!” Itto laughed and hugged him close in response. “Aww~ Is someone angy?” He said in a silly voice, gently rocking his beloved left and right.

“Pfft.. shut up. Stop blowing on my ears! I’m trying to sleep…” Gorou complained with a frown.

“Ah, alright, fine. I’ll stop, hehe!” Itto replied with a chuckle, kissing him on the forehead. “Can I rub your ears though? You like that, right?”

“Oh! Uh… s-sure. G-Go ahead.” Gorou replied, shyly accepting the headpats and ear rubs while wagging his tail.

“Aww, you’re so cute~! Who’s a good boy?” Itto teased, gently squishing Gorou’s face and giggling at his cuteness.

“Hngh.. d-don’t say that!” He whined and buried his face into Itto’s chest, feeling embarrassed.

“Hehehe! You’re so adorable! Have I ever mentioned how fluffy you are?” Itto said, basically massaging Gorou’s ears and head at this point.

It felt amazing… Itto was a headpat expert. He had tons of experience with petting dogs, cats, Ushi and even humans. That and as a fellow headpat enjoyer, he knew exactly how they should feel for maximum relaxation. After a while though, Gorou asked him to stop because his ears were getting overstimulated. So instead, they returned to soft snuggles. Itto started gently and slowly scratching Gorou’s back. The tingles felt so relaxing that he could fall asleep any second… until another strange sensation took place on his ear.

“Mmh… Itto...” Gorou groaned sleepily. What was he doing now..?

“Hm? What’s up, pup?” Itto asked quietly.

“What are you doing..?” He was getting annoyed with these antics now.

“Just having a midnight snack.” Itto had started gently nibbling on the doggos left ear for the funny.

“It’s not even midnight…” He tried to flick his ear away, but… couldn’t? “Wha…? Hey!”

Itto was holding the doggy general’s ear stuck in a nibble, playfully giggling with his mouth closed. Gorou rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, very funny. Let go!” he said, gently trying to pull away.

“M-m.” Saying ‘Nuh-uh’ wasn’t possible without opening his mouth, but Gorou understood it anyway. Itto thought this was hilarious!

“It’s not funny! Ooh, I’ll give you something to laugh at!” He growed, swiftly unleashing a playful punishment.

“Mhmhmhmhm-hmhmhmhm!! Mhmhmhehehahahahaha!! W-Wait nohohohoho!!” Gorou successfully freed his ear by tickling the oni’s sides, making him open his mouth to laugh out loud.

“This is what you get for all that mischief!” he said, scribbling all over Itto’s sides and ribs.

“Hehehehehehahahahaha! I’m sorry!! I’m sorrehehehehee!!”

“No you aren’t! You do this almost every night!” Gorou exclaimed. He actually didn’t mind it that much, but this was a good excuse to tickle his beloved oni and admire that beautiful smile of his.

“Hahahaha!! I-hehehe! I mehehean it thihis tihihihime! EEK! Nohohot thehehehere!!” Itto squeaked, giggling his head off and squirming.

“You say that every time!” Gorou started playfully vibrating his fingers into his lower ribs. Itto’s squirming quickly grew as he threw his head back to laugh louder. That’s when his eye mask slipped down over his eyes, which made the tickling feel worse.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IHIHI- PFFWAHAHAHAHAHA!! I really mean it this time!! PlehehEHEHEHAHAHA!!” Itto managed to get a quick sentence in before being interrupted by his own laughter.

“Ugh, you say that every time too. Boooo, get new material!” Gorou taunted playfully, moving his hands up to poke and tickle Itto’s upper ribs.

“Eehehehehahahaha!! Ihihi can’t help ihihihit!” he giggled, trying to defend himself.

“You’d best behave yourself, or else you’re in for more tickles!” Gorou said, playfully clawing at Itto’s abs and tum, making him wheeze and laugh louder while playfully kicking his legs.

“Will you behave? Hmmm~?” Gorou gently scratched at his bellybutton.

“EEK!! NAHAHAHAHAHA- *hic* N-NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” Itto squealed and shook his head on reflex.

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Gorou teased, moving back to playfully dig below the oni’s ribs before blowing a raspberry in the middle of his abs.

“SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT- *hic* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Whoa!” Itto squirmed so much it was getting hard for Gorou to stay on top, so he stopped tickling to keep himself balanced. But once it stopped, Itto quickly calmed down to a giggling mess rather than an earthquake, moving his eye mask back up to defend himself better.

“Will you behave now, you big goofball?” Gorou asked, playfully poking over and over at random spots.

“Ack-! Ehehehehehehehehe!! Nohohoho!!” Itto began giggling like a maniac at the random sensations, trying to grab the general’s wrists. Unfortunately, he’d had his hand-eye coordination tickled out of him, so he couldn’t quite reach.

“No? That’s too bad… I’ll have to go for more drastic measures then!” Gorou saw his opportunity and quickly jabbed his hands into Itto’s armpits, trapping them under his arms and making him yelp loudly.

“Will you behave now?” Gorou asked, holding his hands still.

“EEK! OKOKOKOK I’ll behahahave! I swear! I’m sohorrehehehehehe!!” Itto said through his frantic giggling, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Reeeaally? Hmm, are you sure~?” Gorou teased. For once it was his turn to be in charge…

“Yehehehes!! Yes I’m sure! Plehehease!! A-Anywhere but there!” Itto pleaded, giggling desperately. “I-I’ll leave your ears alone, I promise!”

Although winning like this was a lot of fun, Gorou decided to show mercy and stop tickling. “Oh, alright, fine. I guess I’ll spare you this time. Gimmie my hands back!” He said, pulling his hands out after Itto loosened up, still giggling a lot. Then, Gorou playfully nuzzled and kissed him all over his face before laying back down and lovingly snuggling up to him.

“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” Gorou asked, smiling and booping his nose. He looked so adorable, he thought, holding his face for a moment to give him a kiss.

“Yeheah… hehehe… that tickled..!” Itto giggled, catching his breath. His cheeks were flushed red from all that.

“I know, hehe! I’m still surprised you can squeal like that.” Gorou teased, giving his boyfriend a cheeky grin.

“Wha- Huh?! Excuse me? I don’t squeal!” Itto protested, feeling an embarrassed blush coming.

“Yes you do, I heard it!” Gorou replied with a laugh, gently nuzzling his neck.

“Pfft- n-no I don’t! I would never!” Itto scoffed and looked away stubbornly. How dare this little guy make such a claim about the one and oni?

“Oh really? Hmm…”

“Yeah, really- wh..?”

Gorou slipped the eye mask down…

“Hey! I can’t seEEEEHEHEHEHE!!”

…and blew a raspberry on his neck while tickling his ear.

“Ahahahahaha!! Come ohohon! I wasn’t ready!”

“What was that noise?” Gorou teased, gently tickling both ears while uncontrollable, high pitched giggles poured out of the oni.

“Eeheeheheehehe!! Not the ears!” Itto squeaked, trying to cover his ticklish ears.

“‘Ooh I don’t squeal’ he says…” Gorou taunted, quickly scribbling over Itto’s now exposed armpits, which did in fact result in a surprised squeal as he clamped his arms down.

“Hehe, you liar~” He said, kissing his beloved on the cheek.

“Th-That doesn’t count! I wasn’t ready!” Itto moved his eye mask back up so he could see.

“Ok, what if I prepare you then~?” Gorou grinned with mischief.

“Three…” Gorou wiggled his fingers around above Itto.

“What- wahahait..!” Itto began giggling nervously.

“Two…”

“Dohohon’t..!” He couldn’t tell what his next move would be!

“One!” Gorou quickly poked Itto’s bellybutton, resulting in another surprised squeal.

“EEP!! Hahahahahaha! Stop tickling me!!” Itto blushed with embarrassment, still refusing to accept that he, of all people oni, just made that noise. He would never!

“Hehehe, you’re like a squeaky toy!” Gorou exclaimed, giggling at how adorable Itto was and gently squishing his face.

“I- wha- s-squeaky toy?!” He could mot believe his ears!

“Yeah! You’re so cute~ Hahaha!”

“Who are you calling a squeaky toy?! How dare you?” Itto questioned, sitting up dramatically and glaring at Gorou. He seemed mad.

“Aha, I-Itto, my love, I was just joking! No need to get ‘angy’ now…” Gorou booped his nose, instantly regretting his taunts. Oh, he shouldn’t have done that…

“Oohohoho, that’s it! You’re in BIG trouble now!” He grabbed his wrist.

“Whah-? AAH!” Itto playfully wrestled Gorou off of himself, turning the tables by pinning him down, with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Wahahait! Wait!! Ittohoho dohohon’t!!” Gorou pleaded as Itto pinned his arms above his head, rendering him giggly and helpless.

“Did you really think I’d let you get away with that? Huh?!” Itto growled, playfully faking his so-called anger with an obvious smile on his face, and teasingly moving Gorou’s shirt up to reveal his tummy.

“AAH!! W-Wahahait! N-Not there!! Plehehehehease!” Gorou squirmed, trying his hardest to pull his arms back down, fearing the ticklish assault that would come.

“Yes there~ hehe! What do you have to say for yourself, pup?” Itto held his hand above Gorou’s tummy, wiggling his fingers and grinning with mischief.

“EEK!! Wahahahait!! Dohohon’t!! I’m sorry!! Forgive mehehehe!!” Gorou pleaded, giggling excitedly and wagging his tail uncontrollably.

“Hmm, not a very convincing plea. Hehe, you’re about to be destroyed!” Itto said, giggling to himself. His boyfriend was so cute! “I’m gonna get you~”

“Nononononohohoho!! Wahahahahait!!” Gorou couldn’t contain himself as those pesky fingers began wiggling faster and inching closer. It’s like he could feel the tickling already!

“Hahahaha! Why are you laughing so much? I’m not even touching you yet! You’re so silly~” Itto teased, laughing along and smiling brightly.

“Plehehehehease!! Dohohon’t tehehease!!” Gorou whined, feeling his face heat up.

“Hehe, why not? Are you ticklish? Hmm?” He began moving his hand around in circles above his giggling boyfriend, wiggling his fingers around to tease the rest of him as well.

“Ihihihittohohoho!!” Gorou wasn’t strong enough to pull his arms down, so he could neither protect his tum nor cover his blushing face. His squirms and laughter increased whenever that darn hand came closer.

“Is youw wittle tummy ticklish? Aww, so cute~ I wonder what would happen if I tickled it~” Itto cooed, choosing to murder the poor general with silly baby-talk.

“Itto plehehehease!! No more!!” Gorou cried, trying very hard to hide his face and failing to keep his wagging tail still. That teasing was unbearable! Oh Archons, how embarrassing…

“Hehehe… fine, fine, any last words~?” Itto asked menacingly, pausing his hand for a moment. The anticipation was certainly funny to watch.

“WAHAHAIT!! Plehehehease!! I’m sohohorry!!” Gorou was already squirming like crazy to escape, but to no avail.

“Hmm, maybe I can forgive you. But the tickle monster won’t! Imma getcha! Mwahahaha!” Itto wiggled his fingers again to bully the giggling general some more.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! IHIHI’M SOHOHOHRREEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!!” Gorou’s pleas got interrupted by loud squeals of laughter as Itto’s hand finally descended onto his tummy, playfully and quickly scribbling around all over the place. He made sure not to tickle too hard.

“Whoops! My hand slipped! Hehehe, tickle tickle tickle!” Itto teased, giggling along with Gorou’s hysteria.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!!” Gorou squealed, kicking uncontrollably and squirming wildly, wagging his tail at the speed of light.

“Aww, is the wittle doggy general a wittle ticklish? That’s so cute! Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo~” Itto teased, playfully tickling on Gorou’s bellybutton. Who knew being evil on purpose could be so much fun?

“AHAHEEHEHEHAHA!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!!” Gorou bucked his hips as much as he could, but couldn’t escape those vicious claws.

“Hehehe, I see that tail waggin’~! You’re having fun, aren’t you? Aren’t you~?” Itto teased and slowed down to light tickling so Gorou could answer properly.

“Ehehehehehehe! Plehehease! It tickles!!” He squeaked, giggling his adorable head off and dodging the question.

“Aww! You’re so cute! Hehe, I’m not done with you yet~” Itto teased, booping Gorou’s nose.

“W-Wahahahait!!” The general got really nervous once Itto’s face changed from silly smiles to a devious grin.

“Heheheh… tickletickletickletickle!”

“EEEEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”

Itto suddenly let go of Gorou’s wrists and began tickling his tummy again, using both hands to quickly scribble around while Gorou’s squeals of laughter returned.

“Who’s the squeaky toy now, huh?” Itto teased, giggling to himself as Gorou failed to protect his sensitive tum.

“EEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!! I’M SOHOHORRHEEHEHEHEHE!!”

“Hehehe! You’re so ticklish! It’s so cute… Hmm… how ‘bout that midnight snack?” Itto said with a smile before leaning in to lovingly nuzzle and nibble on Gorou’s tum, using his hands to hold his hips in place.

“You’re so cute I could eat you up~!” he said adoringly.

“EEK!! N-Not thahahahahat!! EEHEEHEE!!”

“Grr! The tickle monster is hungry!” Itto teased, playfully nibbling on Gorou’s ribs and tum, making him squeal.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!! It’s sohohOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!!”

“Om nom nom nom! Mmm! Yummy!” Itto teased, giggling before playfully blowing raspberries on him while gently tickling his sides.

“AAAIIEEHEHEHEHEHEE!!! NAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT!!” Gorou screeched, squirming and flailing like crazy under his boyfriend’s tickles.

“Yes that~ hehehe!” Itto replied, inhaling and blowing more raspberries on him for the funny.

“WAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! *hic* M-MEHEHEHERCYHEHE!! MERCY!!!” Gorou screamed through his wild laughter, grabbing Itto’s horns to pull his head away from himself.

“Ow! Ow- ow ow-! Hey!” Itto stopped tickling and grabbed Gorou’s wrists so he’d let go.

“Plehehehehease!! No mohohohore!! I can’t breathe!” Gorou pleaded, giggling his head off and trying to catch his breath. He’d reached his limit, the poor thing. His tail was still wagging, though.

“Aw, alright, alright. I’ll give you a break! Hehe, sorry, pup. Are you alright?” Itto replied, letting go of his wrists and giving him soft belly rubs and headpats as rewards for surviving, and to help get rid of the leftover tingles.

“Ahahehe… haha… he…! Wahahait a sehehec…!”

“It’s okay, pup. You can breathe aaallll you want. Hehe, who’s a good boy?” Itto said, petting him more to help him calm down.

“Wh-?! Hehehe...! H-How dare you..?” Gorou whined, blushing and covering his face in embarrassment. He was still full of leftover giggles from all that tickling.

“Hahahahaha! Sorry, pup. Just messing with ya. You took all that like a champ!” Itto replied, gently squishing the general’s face. “You’re so cute!! I love you~” he said, kissing his forehead.

“Hehehe… love you too, hehe...” Gorou blushed. He felt so loved… and so happy…

“Do you need some water, sweetie?” Itto asked, gently stroking his cheek.

“Y-Yes, please...”

“Don’t you worry, lil’ guy! I’ll be right back!” Itto said with a smile, ruffling Gorou’s hair before leaving to fetch him something to drink. When Itto came back, Gorou had caught his breath and calmed down, sitting up to accept the glass of water while wagging his tail.

“Are you alright, pup?” Itto asked,

“Hehe.. yeah, I’m alright. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you had fun, haha! Hehe, can I kiss you, you cutie pie?” Itto asked playfully.

“O-Oh- uh- um… s-sure...” Gorou was too shy to answer properly. Itto smiled and gave him a lil’ kiss on the forehead. Then he kissed him on the cheek. Then the other, making sure to go “mwwah!” every time. Multiple soft kisses for the little warrior, all over his face!

“Aww, you like that?” Itto asked with a big smile, which made Gorou blush like a cherry.

“Uh- I- u-um-” he struggled to reply properly, opting to hide his face instead. Itto laughed in response and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Itto... I’m really tired… can we please go to sleep now?” Gorou asked, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

“Wha? Already? But.. we ca-..” Before he could protest, he was interrupted by a big yawn, too. They are contagious, after all.

“Yes, already, silly...” Gorou said sleepily, booping the oni’s nose again and softly giggling at the expression he made. “Come on, let’s snuggle…” he said, laying down.

“Suuuure, let’s snuggle!” Itto responded with a playful smirk and laid down on top of his boyfriend, covering them both with a blanket.

“Ah..! I-Itto! Y-You’re too heavy!” Gorou said, squirming in that snuggle trap. They’d both forgotten how heavy Itto was in comparison.

“Hey, you wanted me to come cuddle...” Itto said, playfully nuzzling the general’s neck.

“Eep! Th-That tickles!” Gorou squeaked, giggling and weakly trying to push Itto’s head away.

“Mm... you’re warm...” Itto replied sleepily. He sorta didn’t seem to be tickling on purpose this time, but kept nuzzling anyway to show affection.

“Ehehehe! G-Get ohohoff..!” Gorou whined, mercilessly poking and scribbling at Itto’s sides and waist in retaliation.

“EhehHEEHE! WheHEhehey!! EheheHehehEHEH!” The oni wasn’t able to stay on top for very long as Gorou was determined to tickle him away. “EhEHEhe! StohOHOHOhop! I’ll get ohohoff!” Itto giggled and rolled to the side, feeling too sleepy for a second round.

“Phew… y-you’re a little too big for that…” Gorou said, stretching before turning on his side.

“Hehe… nah, you’re just tiny.” Itto replied, stretching as well before wrapping his arms around his beloved boyfriend from behind, being the big spoon for their sleepy cuddles. Itto held him close in a warm, loving embrace and nuzzled his head.

“Hehehe! Teeny tiny little man~!” Itto had just found The funniest joke of all time, apparently.

“Oh, quiet with you.” Gorou replied, playfylly trying to cover Itto’s mouth. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” he said, starting to giggle as well.

“Hehehehehahaha!” Unfortunately for both of them, because Itto was so sleepy, he couldn’t stop giggling at the phrase “teeny tiny” for a solid two minutes, accidentally bringing Gorou down with him. But once their giggling fits had finally died down, they could resume their warm snuggles as if (almost) nothing happened. Gorou’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much…

“Good night, Itto... you big goober…”

“Hehehe… good night, Gorou…”

“Sleep well, my love~” Gorou reached back to try to stroke his cheek.

Itto smiled and mumbled a sleepy “I love you” before nuzzling his head again and dozing off. He forgot to pull his eye mask down first, so Gorou carefully did it for him so that he wouldn’t wake up too early. Then, after enjoying more warm snuggles, the two were sound asleep, snoring quietly and drifting off to dream land…

#lee!itto #ler!gorou #lee!gorou #ler!itto #ticklish!itto #ticklish!gorou #genshin impact tickle #genshin impact tickling #genshin tickle #genshin tickling #tickle fic #tickle fluff #my private twashcan

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bellelvrs · 2 years

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ALL ALONE / GHOSTFACE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unknown number.

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

Curiosity never actually killed the cat…

‘Hello?’

The other end of the line sounded somewhat of static.

‘Hello.’

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

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

‘Do I know you?’

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

‘No. But I know you’

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

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

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

‘But only really by your pretty face,’

You rolled your eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Why those two?’

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

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

What kind of comment was that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hadn’t even gotten to the fun part.

‘How does it feel to be all alone?’

You stalled.

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

Do something.

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

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

Mom and Dad locked the front door behind them…

Your bedroom window was tightly closed…

The patio door is broken, jammed shut…

The kitchen window is a little bit ope-

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

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

‘I-‘

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

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

Your brow, unintentionally, furrowed.

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

‘This isn’t fucking funny.’

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

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

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

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

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

‘Come to the window.’

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

‘Do it.’ He growled lowly, agitated.

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

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

Ghostface hummed as he felt himself getting closer.

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

Your blood boiled.

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

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

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

That was enough.

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

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

He dropped the phone.

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

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

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

Your life depended on it.

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

The silence became deafening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hated how you melted in his embrace.

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

He loved it.

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

‘You’ll be good for Ghostie, right?’

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

‘I will.’

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

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

You liked it.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Don’t be shy, baby.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Remember that I’m always here,’

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

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

‘Without an invite.’

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

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utytimeline · 2 months

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Looking up the names of some UTY characters.

Decibat is obvious. Decibels are a measure of volume, Decibat is a bat that hates too much volume.

Dalv is "Vlad" spelled backwards, and he kinda looks like a Dracula.

I've covered Martlet before. It's a bird that never lands, and Marty keeps telling us to keep moving.

El Bailador:

Yeah, that checks out. Didn't know it was a real Spanish word.

Starlo may be a Pokemon reference? I don't know much about Pokemon, but I found this:

UTY devs did the same thing, named the star-shaped character after his shape.

Angie, Gilbert, Moray- they're all fish, and they're all named after fish.

Ace has a card attack, Mooch is a pickpocket. I have no idea why Ed is the only one with a normal-sounding name, but "Edward" means guard and he is the biggest and strongest of all of them.

As for the Ketsukane family... I have no idea. I'm finding several words similar to "Chujin" in various Oriental languages (Chinese, Japanese, and Korean). I found this on a Mortal Kombat GameFAQ's page, and it seems the most likely:

Chujin was brilliant, but always overlooked. His only award was "You Tried..." He's also a boss monster. So... maybe because he's always been in the middle, but wants to be on top?

Took a bit of looking to find this for "Ketsukane." Judgment bell, hmm...

(I feel it's also worth noting that when I try to google "ketsukane", google keeps suggesting I change it to "kitsune." And... well, iykyk.)

So far, all I get for "Ceroba" is links to other people asking what "Ceroba" means. Yay. Someone suggested Cerberus, the dog with multiple faces who guards the gateway to Hades (hell). That could fit Ceroba- she's connected to multiple deaths, and not to bad-mouth her when she went thru so much, but she did reveal multiple "faces."

And Kanako:

#undertale yellow #name meanings #decibat #dalv #martlet #el bailador #starlo #fiesty four #chujin #ceroba #kanako

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sparklingchim · 2 years

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long way home 20 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers, angst

rating: pg 15

warnings: jimin's is very determined to make oc squirt one day💪🏼, jungoo being a sad dilf and questioning his life choices 😔, brief glimpse of jelly jaykay but more sad than angy

summary: the one where you realise that talking to jimin helps you to mend the broken pieces of your heart.

a/n: enjoy some jimin x oc time <3

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08|09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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"Y/n."

Jimin's gentle timbre engulfs your whole body in comfort.

"Hmm?"

You pull the duvet closer to your bare figure and snuggle up to Jimin.

"Have you ever squirted before?"

You halt mid-motion, sending his curious gaze a questioning look. "No?" you answer dubiously. The grin that sets across his face makes you knit your eyebrows. A short, confused laughter bubbles from your lips. "What are you on?"

"Just -" Jimin's tongue sweeps across his puffy bottom lip. He already has beautiful plump lips and you adore how they look like after you make out with him. "I'd really like to see you squirt. On my face."

Heat rushes into your cheeks. You sink your teeth into your lip to stop you from smiling at his vulgarity.

"What?" Though you can clearly hear the offended undertone that resonates the word, there's only a fond gleam in his eyes when you stare at them. "You don't think I'd be able to do it?"

"No, I'm just wondering how you're still getting indecent thoughts after what we just did. This," - You flick his forehead - "should be all empty."

Jimin grabs your wrist and presses a light kiss on it. "Oh, no no," he says. "That could never happen. The more you give me of yourself, the more my mind is filled with you."

You scrunch your nose. "Stop it."

Jimin laughs at your reaction, trailing a finger along your collar bone.

You both fall into a comfortable silence. When Jimin invited you over you didn't come here with the intention to hook up with him. But it was inevitable. You were watching a movie in his living room and you both couldn't keep your hands off each other. Jimin carried you into his bedroom, and from there, well...You didn't have sex, just...third base.

"I think I should go before it gets too late," you say.

"Or," - Jimin pushes himself up on his elbow, his intense gaze prickling your skin. - "you could stay." His offer hovers in the air like an unspoken question.

"Jimin."

"Yeah?" He pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"We agreed not to do anything that might make this," - you point a finger at him and you - "look more than just friends."

"That rule is stupid," Jimin utters under his breath. "We are clearly doing things that make us look more than friends."

"Well, then..." You think for a second. "Fuck buddies? Does that sound better?" You grimace at the crude word and Jimin chuckles, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

"I guess it's better than just friends," he answers. "But we also agreed to just do whatever makes us happy, remember?"

You nod. "I know." You lie on your side, looking into his shiny brown orbs as you say, "Don't wanna lead you on."

You don't want this thing - whatever the weird relationship dynamic in your friendship is called - between Jimin and you to develop into something you're not ready for.

Especially because he's your work colleague. You don't want the working climate to get weird because of the two of you.

Jimin frowns when he notices the doubt in your eyes. "I'm not expecting anything from you, princess."

"Just...wanna make sure."

Jimin's voice is a tiny whisper when he asks, "What are you scared of?"

"I'm not ready for a relationship," you confess.

"And why's that?" he asks, careful not to go too far with his questions.

Because my heart belongs to someone who doesn't want me.

You sigh, gaze drifting over Jimin's barely lit bedroom. How are you gonna tell him without mentioning Jungkook?

"It's because of Jungkook, isn't it?"

Your head turns to him. Your eyes are wide at the mention of Jungkook.

"Oh, come on," Jimin chides you. "I'm not a fool, y/n. I've noticed the way you look at him."

You get shy. "I didn't know you knew."

"How could I not? You guys flirted in front of me every morning in the café."

"We didn't flirt," you correct him.

"If there's one things you and Jungkook are, it's definitely acting like you two are more than friends."

"That's not true," you deny, a pout forming on your lips as you think of how Jungkook and you used to be like. You didn't act like a couple. You were just close. Best friends. Nothing more.

"I mean, with the shit he's done, his love for you is kinda questionable, but I think he loves you. A lot."

You shake your hand. "He doesn't love me. Not like that." Not the way you want him to love you.

"Did you ever ask him?"

"Uh, no. Not really."

Jimin sighs dramatically. "You two are beyond hope."

"Don't wanna be with him now anyway," you mumble, nuzzling into the crook of Jimin's neck.

"You should talk to him though." He gently strokes your shoulder. "You can't avoid him forever."

"Just need a little distance from him now." Even though your heart aches every day because you can't see Nabi.

Jimin nods. You can't fathom how utterly warm-hearted he is. Here you are, lying in his bed with him and yet he listens to you talking about Jungkook and your feelings and problems and he's so patient with you. Just listens and gives advice. And it kills you because you don't deserve him. Jimin is selfless and only wants you to he happy and you love him for that. You love him for so many other things.

"Thank you for being so understanding, Jimin. I really don't deserve you." You plant a soft peck on his neck.

"As long as you're happy and comfortable with our arrangement, I am too."

"You're amazing." Placing your hand on his chest you draw little figures on his skin with the pad of your fingertip.

"Oh stop it, or I'll fall in love with you."

You spend the next hour joking and giggling and kissing and cuddling with Jimin.

You end up taking a cute selfie with you lying on his chest, the duvet covering your naked bodies and Jimin's arm around you. And because you love the photo so much you upload it to your Instagram story.

"Y/n?" Jimin whispers into you hair.

"Yes?" you answer absent-mindedly, scrolling through Instagram.

"Do you think you'd allow me to take a picture of your boobs? Y'know, since I'm all amazing and all."

"God, you seriously need to get these horny thoughts out of your head."

Jungkook's receives the notification when he's standing in the kitchen.

He had been watching Sora feeding Nabi while he's cleaning the kitchen. Observing attentively as Nabi tries mushroom rice porridge for the first time. The apples of her cheeks high on her face as a smile tugs her little mouth upwards must be proof enough that she likes the taste.

Jungkook clicks on the notification on his phone.

You had added something to your Instagram story. Jungkook doesn't remember when he turned on your notification, but it's been years. He loves seeing your little updates on social media.

His fingers are quick to press on it immediately. You hadn't posted something in a week and Jungkook is desperate to see what you're up to.

Oh wow.

Jungkook blinks several times, not trusting his eyes. Are you ... naked?

He closes the app, still in disbelieve. But then he opens it again and stares at his phone.

Jungkook scoffs.

He feels Sora's eyes on him. "What's wrong?" she asks.

"Nothing," he says, shoving his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants.

Of course you're with Jimin.

He doesn't know why he's so surprised.

Doesn't know why his hands want to punch something and his heart aching for something he never had.

"Jungkook." Sora stands in front of him, Nabi in her arms.

Right. She wanted to take a shower after feeding Nabi. Jungkook hugs Nabi to his chest, her eyes falling shut every few seconds telling him that she's close to doze off.

His anger is momentary forgotten as he takes Nabi to her nursery. He cradles her in his arms, humming a soft melody to sing Nabi into dreamland.

When Jungkook's sure Nabi has fallen asleep he bends down to gently put her in the crib. But then he sees one of your t-shirts lying there and he has to think about the selfie again.

It's okay he tells himself.

You should be happy. And you looked really happy. Incredibly happy. It stings the most, but it's also what matters the most.

Jungkook pulls your t-shirt over Nabi's tiny body. Drops a kiss to her temple and leaves the room.

He runs his hands over his face when he stands in the dark hallway. The muffled noises of the shower make him crave for a long, hot shower.

Getting you to distance yourself from him because of his lies ultimately meant driving you into the arms of another man.

It was inevitable.

He shouldn't feel too miserable about this.

Because Jungkook had never believed he could have you that way anyway.

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filmbyjy · 10 months

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TWITTER SUCKS! > thirty-five! my other half

synopsis > who knew you could become famous overnight for paying $8 for a single blue checkmark? however, it does come with consequences…what happens when the actual BELIFT Lab comes knocking at your door. all because you simply impersonated your bias.

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a/n: i am so sorry this took soooo long but i was procrastinating and i was mentally recuperating. blaming my studio project for this 😍 this is the final chapter of TWITTER SUCKS! it's also a little chaotic and honestly have a feeling i lost my writer's touch since i haven't wrote in a long time. however, thank you for joining me on this ride and sticking around till the end! I will be coming back with more writings and hopefully continuing with the series that I had before! of course, the new smau that will come out eventually ‘Collie Duty’ which I have no plans to release just yet😪 but it will be released maybe in the second half of 2023!

[placing this in case the read more messed up]

who knew after an incident that so happened to go viral. to the point where you were kidnapped and threatened to be sued by BELIFT, would actually get you to meet lee heeseung and be his girlfriend.

the past 7 months you could never have thought that. it had only been 7 months but it felt like a whole year when it happened. somehow it felt nostalgic looking back the tweets you had. it was hectic. complete 0.01% chance of this happening to anyone in the world. yet, somehow you were blessed to have gone through this.

you managed to steal heeseung’s heart. you made new friends but they’re actual idols (read: enhypen). you became famous. fought a company for a stupid reason which was that you were impersonating their idol. you even kicked a creepy staff out of BELIFT! which, you weren’t surprised. she’s a sasaeng at this point. maybe worse.

but oh my god, dating lee heeseung. it’s such a blessing-

“princess?” heeseung waves his hand in front of you. “are you having an inner monologue or something?” he snorts.

you rolled your eyes, “do you never have an inner monologue?”

“no? why would I?”

“lame. you ain’t in your main character era.”

“princess, I’m always the main character and you know it.” he smirks. you shoved him lightly.

“god, you’re starting to sound like sunghoon.”

“hmm, it’s as if I haven’t been living with him for the past 3 years.” he says with sarcasm.

“did you and sunoo have some sass off or something? why are you so sassy today?”

“sorry, I just don’t understand why some ENGENEs don’t appreciate the dancers’ hard work. I mean I get they’re girls but fucking hell, we’re just dancing to the choreo given to us.”

“well, do you want my honest opinion?”

“oh are you jealous too, princess?” he smirks a little.

“yeah, I am but i’m jealous of you. not the dancers. they’re hot. do you have their numbers by the w-”

“no. I don’t text the dancers so you can’t have their numbers.” he sulks.

“aww, is my little heeseung angy.” you cooed at heeseung. he huffs.

“angy isn’t even a word.”

“in my books it is and besides you’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

“I thought you’d be mad.”

“pfftt why would I be mad. I know it’s just a dance, you’ve practiced this for months. which makes it even better for the chemistry.”

“yeah but my part has you know…”

“what? her just literally trailing her hands on your arms? I mean it did get me jealous but at the end of the day, who are you kissing?” you smirked.

“you…” heeseung pouts.

“exactly.” you smiled. “i’m not worried about you cheating on me, heeseung. besides, I don’t think you could cheat on me because you love me too much.”

“you’re right.” heeseung grabs your hand and squeezes it. “I love you too much for that.”

“that’s my boy.” you proudly say.

meanwhile, on the other side of the wall.

“jayyyyy.” mae whines. jay smirks.

“what is this? my girlfriend is acting all whiny? it’s like you and (name) noona switched bodies.”

“urghh i’m sorry i’m having period cramps.” mae complains. jay’s eyes widened.

he gasps, “my queen is in pain? oh my god, let me go grab tons of period care things!” jay runs out of the room.

there was a scream across the hall.

“YAHHH NISHIMURA RIKI!!! DID YOU USE MY FACIAL WASH???” subin yells.

there were a couple of haste footsteps, which only meant…

“NOONA WAIT!” ni-ki yells out. let's all pray for ni-ki that he gets out alive safely.

"YAH YAH! break it up!" jungwon yells.

both you and heeseung could hear the commotion in the background but you could careless about what was going on because...

"it's you and me against this world, princess." heeseung purrs.

"are you trying to seduce with 'Bite Me' or something?" you deadpans.

"what? no-" heeseung sighs. "forget it. I was just being romantic."

you narrowed your eyes at heeseung, "anyways, i heard you guys are gonna start with world tours soon."

"ah, right. the 'fate' world tour. will you be watching it?"

"do you think i'm made of money? heeseung, i'm a broke college student."

"you have a job?"

"a mere cafe job. that's gonna take me months to save up. i could even barely afford to buy the ‘Dark Moon’ album.” you huffed.

“aww, princess. you have me, I could’ve gotten the albums for you for free and I could’ve thrown my photocards in there for extras.” he pinches your cheeks.

"now where is the fun in that? i like the surprise element of opening albums."

"and if you don't get any of my photocards?" heeseung folds his arms.

"then too bad. oh right, i saw jay looking sooo hot in that vampire photocard-"

heeseung shuts you up with a kiss. there were screams at the door and they were both from jake and sunghoon. you couldn't fully make out what they were saying. something about how mae and jay were busy being chummy, sunoo and subin pinching each others cheeks and then kissing each other.

you couldn't bother to focus on them. not when you have such a hot boy kissing you right on the lips. the same hot boy who was also your boyfriend.

and you couldn't ask for anything better than this.

you were happy.

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joelsmochi · 1 year

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Desperation - Javier Peña

Plot — [ofc] Jackie is visiting Columbia for a short getaway and meets a man who can satisfy her…In more ways than one.

Part 2 here.

Warnings: horrible spanish sentences + grammar (bare with me y’all i haven’t studied in a few years), speaking of spanish there is quite a bit of spanish conversation in (mostly in the beginning but some during the… act), some typos (edit: i did a lazy proofreading) smut (MINORS DNI beyond this point).

Smut Warnings: this will be disgustingly long and descriptive and perhaps a little awkward to read so this is your warning now, cocky!Javi (as expected), unprotect piv (it's a story y’all std’s don’t exist in this timeline), choking, hair pulling, light (?) slapping (out of praise), squirting, good girl bombs, daddy bombs, oral (f & m receiving), LOADSSSS of pet names, anal + (judge me 🤗), drinking + tipsy sex, vaginal creampie, possible ooc javier?

Word count: 6.9k (i didn’t mean to i just couldn’t stop writing😭)

translations will be in purple at the end of paragraphs ! so the format will be a lil ugly but ik not everyone speaks spanish + if my spanish is worse than i remember/could figure out then i want y’all to know what i’m trying to say without having to scroll up and down [BIG SORRY]

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The warm air is thick tonight, pooling a layer of sweat over Jackie's skin as she swings her hips around to the music. Her newly made friend, Angie, startles her by yanking her arm and pulling her from the middle of the bar.

“Jackie, miras!” Angie exclaims. Jackie finds a smile playing on her lips at how pretty Angie sounds saying the most simple words; she admired how beautiful the language is, and how much more precious it sounds coming from the Colombian woman. “Este es el hombre del que te hablé,” she says while pointing to a blonde-haired man. Jackie’s lips curl downward as she examines him, impressed with his leather jacket and choice of haircut. “Se llama Steve Murphy. Èl es muy, muy lindo, ¿verdad?”

[Jackie look! // That's the man I was telling you about. // His name is Steve Murphy. He is very cute, right?]

“Meh,” Jackie mumbles, “No es mi tipo, pero… Tú y èl, veo, pero ¿conmigo? No.” She looks from Angie back to this Steve Murphy, suddenly seeing a man just as well dressed by his side, but much more her type. Dark hair, tan skin, and pants that give her flashbacks to the 1970s (which made her all the more interested as hers were as well). He seems a little more brooding than the other man, but Jackie isn’t one to back down from a challenge especially when it consists of getting a fine man like this one’s number. “Angie… ¿Quién es el hombre en la derecha?” She wonders while looking at her friend.

[He's not my type. I can see you and him, but me? No. // Angie, who is the man on the right?]

“Hmm,” Angie mumbles. “No sè. ¿Por qué?” She drunkenly giggles. “¿Crees que él lindo?”

[I don't know, why? You think he's cute?]

Jackie scoffs, batting her eyes back at the man whom she makes eye contact with. She maintains the stare they are sharing while she responds with, “No. No lindo. Él es sexy.”

[Not cute. Sexy.]

“Well,” Angie urges in English which catches Jackie's attention once more. “Go say hola, perra.” Jackie laughs at her friend’s persistence and stumbles over her heels after being gently pushed. The man watches her strut over to him and his friend, eyeing her outfit up and down and making the mental note that she’s not dressed like the average Colombian woman.

[perra = bitch]

American? He wonders.

“Buena,” she says after reaching their bubble. “¿Cómo estáis?”

[Hello, how are you (guys)].

“Somos bien,” the dark-haired man says with a cheeky smile, “¿y tú?” Jackie watches his eyes follow the curvy lines of her legs and hips. He finds the way she bats her eyes a huge turn-on for a reason he cannot explain and he almost falls to his knees when she sends him a more-than-obvious flirty smile.

[We're good, you?]

“Mas o menos,” she shrugs earning a curious looks from the two men, “me sentiría mejor si me dijeras que eres soltero.”

[More or less... I'd feel better if you told me you were single.]

“What’s she saying?” Steve asks with a questionable expression.

“She’s flirting with me, shut up,” Javi utters out of the side of his mouth. Jackie threw him off of his own game, making him feel slightly incompetent but it intrigues him nonetheless. Although he finds her formality a bit strange. “Eres Americana?”

[Are you American?]

“Sí. Mi español es poco formal, claro… Espero que encuentre lindo… Mister.” Jackie sends the tall man a sensual look through her eyelashes, watching his partially exposed chest rise and fall with anticipation. She hopes that maybe he will find her lack of cultural exposure cute or funny enough to keep him intrigued which works wonders on him — he chuckles at her words, admiring her confidence despite the jab he made.

[Yes, my Spanish is a bit formal, of course... I hope you find it cute.]

Why is she here, he thinks, vacation? School? Family? Relocating? He wants to—needs to know more.

“Sí, sí. Eres formal, mm-hmm, pero no limitada,” he adds before offering her a cigarette. She takes it gently and he swears she has the touch of an angel, though he is already a bit tipsy so he might just be being dramatic.

[Yes, true. You are formal, but not limited.]

“Cómo se llama, Papacito?” She daunts seductively after he lights her cigarette.

[What's your name?]

“Me llamo Javi, y el es Steve.”

[My name is Javi and this is Steve.]

“Ah-huh, my friend thinks you’re sexy,” she says to the blonde man. She raises an eyebrow as if she misspoke. “Well, cute. She used the word cute.”

Steve obviously blushes, but slaps his hands on his knees and shakes his head bashfully. “Lo siento, but I am a happily married man.”

[lo siento = i'm sorry]

She feels a bit saddened for her friend but Angie always bounces back fast, so Jackie turns to find her friend dancing in the crowd on a random guy; laughing she looks back at Steve and shrugs. “Looks like she’s already forgotten. She knew you by name though, you come ‘round here often?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” is all he says. He senses the tension between his colleague and Jackie but notices the tension in Javi's pants a little more.

Jackie squints at Steve for his shortness but regains focus on her original intention. She raises her head to watch Javi fold his glasses into his shirt pocket, trying her best to not drool over the prodding veins in his arms or the peak of hair on his chest. Instead, she maintains eye contact (with the occasional glance at his lips) and takes a small step closer to him.

“May I pull you away from your friend?” She asks, just barely speaking above the music. Javi catches the briefest glance into the gaping space between her cleavage and chest, in fact, the glance is so brief that Jackie doesn’t even notice it. He begins to think about what her nipples looked like as well as if she has any hidden tattoos anywhere and if she did, then what would they look like? He can see she’s not one to wear a bra so that makes him wonder if she’s not wearing panties either.

“Only if you tell me your name,” he says hoarsely.

“Jackie. Jackie.”

Jackie Dawns, what a pretty name, Javi thinks, very fitting for the beauty standing in front of me.

She catches Javi looking towards Steve for permission to which Steve doesn’t give him much of a reaction or response, just a sly smirk. Growing impatient, she grabs one of Javi’s hands and pulls him gently. “Only for an hour or two,” she promises.

Well, the hour or two slipped away pretty fast and the sun is beginning to set painting the sky oranges and pinks. The pair can’t seem to get enough of each other, it certainly rolled Steve’s eyes more times than anybody could count, who, by the way, is beginning to regret not bringing his wife as they had originally planned. Watching Javi and Jackie dance together, whether it was slow or fast or romantic or sexual, makes Steve realize how little he has done to show his admiration for his beloved spouse so he gets up from his seat after paying for their drinks and walks towards the tipsy couple.

“Hey, Javi, I’m gonna get home to the misses,” he says in his real thick accent.

Jackie notices the time on a clock nearby, immediately feeling guilty. “Sorry, I musta let the time slip,” she says.

But Steve shakes his head. “No, don’t apologize. Real quick though, when a lady becomes your wife does she still want flowers?” Jackie squints at him again but with more annoyance laced throughout her features. Steve takes that as a yes and nods stiffly. “Flowers it is.”

“Get her flowers she actually likes, not roses just because they're a classic.”

Steve stiffens up even more. “I—…” Guilt riddles his face and Jackie gives him an incredulous look, basically calling him a lousy husband without actually saying it. “I’m gonna go now, uh… See you in the office Monday? All right, bye Javi.” He gives Jackie wide eyes indicating either annoyance or intimidation. “Jackie.”

Javier laughs at Steve as he walks out before turning back to you. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen him speechless,” he laughs.

“Dumbass doesn’t know his wife’s favorite flower,” Jackie as well. She places her hands on his chest and he smiles down at the red nail polish on her long nails. “See something you like?” She flirts after they’ve begun swaying to the music again, both of them noting the Phil Colins song Another Day in Paradise playing.

“Your nails are pretty, just like you,” he practically coos. She touches her nose to his warm one and smiles big and wide. “So… What are you doing here in Colombia?”

“I could ask you the same,” she says, “but because you asked first… I am in medical school.” Javi gives her an impressed look which bothers her, but not for any reasons he could control. “I hate it. It’s not what I wanna do.” She slowly puts space between their faces so that she can look at the specks of sunspots barely showing along his cheekbones.

He shrugs. “So why do it?”

She scoffs and looks down for a moment. Her nails tangle together behind his neck and her cheeks blush at the way he looks at her. “Because my parents would cut me off if I didn’t go.”

“So?”

“You say it like it’s simple.”

“It is.”

She slaps his chest playfully. “Stop using that tone, it’s rude.”

He chuckles. “Sorry, honey.”

Jackie finds herself smiling even harder at the nickname wishing she could hear the way it rolled off of his tongue a hundred more times before the night ends. He has a way of speaking that makes her feel like a teenager in lust again. She feels his hands dip an inch below her waist, and if she could take him on one of the counters nearby she would have her way with him. Those sultry brown eyes of his are the only thing she is praying to see for the rest of the night, though she is willing to sacrifice looking at him if it meant him fucking her through an orgasm.

But she played it cool. A little too cool for Javi’s taste.

“What d’you mean? It’s simple?” She asks.

He wishes he wasn’t so nonchalant about it, knowing good and damn well it’s not that simple most of the time. But he knew what he truly meant. “You won’t get to enjoy any pieces of your life if you ask for permission for everything.”

Jackie is amused, her expression not hiding it either. “Oh, this is coming from the grown-ass man who was about to ask his coworker to dance with a pretty girl?! That is rich.”

Javi takes the hit with stride, using her laughter as a reason to bring his lips to her ear. “You know if you like asking for permission so much… I can make you beg.” He pulls back to look into her now idle eyes. “All you gotta do is ask,” he teases in a whisper.

“What kinda car you drive?”

“Uh…” He is confused by the change in topic. “Cherokee, why?”

“Bigger than mine.” She slowly steps away from him to the door nearby. “I hope that’s okay, Mister?” She pouts at him, waiting for a few seconds.

He pushes the door open and walks behind her. “It certainly is, honey.” They reach his car and he leans her up against the trunk door, hanging his head over hers. “The sunset looks beautiful,” he speaks quietly, gently tracing his calloused fingers over her smooth jawline.

“You’ll look even more beautiful once I get you moaning my name,” she mumbles against his lips.

While he certainly did not doubt her abilities, he wanted to appear stronger than that. “Oh, mi amor, I’ll get you speechless before I’m done with you so then you can beg me to stop.” She shuffles her legs a few times to relieve some tension on her clit, to no avail of course. She’s hoping he’s not all bark and lives up to the aura he gives off. Javi noticing her prolonged silence smirks and gives her lips a sensual kiss. “Looks like I’ve already done it.”

Rolling her eyes, she can’t contain her smile. “Your dick better be good, you little cocky smart ass.” He laughs and opens the passenger door for her, but she just lets herself into the back seat. “Drive somewhere secluded.” He obeys without question, and after only about five minutes of driving he sees her moving in the backseat but before he can process what’s happening she sits her panties over his jean zippers.

He adjusts his rearview mirror so that it’s down on the seductress and sees her eyes reflecting a devilish grin his way. Then he sees her hand trail over her slit, watching her pretty red nails work wonders around her folds to get her juices flowing. He can see that as desperate as she is to please herself she is saving her most sensitive bit for him. His foot presses harder on the gas pedal causing her to giggle; he looks at her reflection again and watches her spread her slit open for him to see. He lets out a heavy sigh and palms his stiff length through his tightening jeans.

Javi makes it to a secluded part of a beach not too long after, wasting no time getting in the back seat next to Jackie; he moans loudly when he presses his lips to hers in hunger, loving the way she clings to him so perfectly. He lays her on her back and gently curls his nails over the outside of her thighs making her whimper. He savors the taste of tequila on her tongue and the smell of her Love’s Baby Soft perfume.

As their tongues tangle together Jackie reaches between their heavy bodies for his belt buckle. He lifts his hips a little to give her more room to work with, but she fumbles over her own eager hands regardless. “You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t ya?” He laughs over her chin once his pants are unzipped. “Gonna have to teach you some manners.”

“Oh yeah?” Jackie quips, Javi responding with a hum. “How you gonna do that?” She coos while palming him beneath his briefs.

“I can show you better than I can tell you, pretty girl.” She moans and giggles at his response, throwing her head back on the seat and running her hands up his back just to dig her nails into his shoulder blades, dragging them down his back. He hisses at the pain but chuckles regardless. He smacks this side of her thigh a little sharper than he intended, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “I was gonna be a gentleman about it, but—“

“No,” she interrupts, “I want you to use me.” Her nerves are becoming needier and needier, making her feel antsy and more submissive. She doesn’t want just to fuck anymore, she wants to feel controlled and tamed which is out of character for her. Javier normally doesn’t mind obtaining a dominant stance, but he worried he wouldn’t be able to fulfill her particular desires. She seems much more in tune with this realm than he is and the thought of not being able to please her enough crosses his mind more than once…

Much like her, however, he doesn’t back down from a challenge.

“You want me to use you?” He whispers.

“Yes.”

“Is that it? Huh?” He slides his trembling hands up her stomach to her chest to her neck, gripping it tightly causing her to choke and cough a little bit, but the smile on her face tells him to not remove his hand so he tugs at her neck to lift her face to his. “Is this what you want?” He groans. She only nods, feeling out of breath from her excitement, but grips a little tighter making sure he isn’t hurting her. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” She tries to kiss him but he pulls back feeling unsatisfied with her shortness, urging her to use her words once more. “Yes, Javi, te deseo mucho. Dentro de mi.”

[I want you a lot. Inside of me.]

“Mm, mm-hmm,” he moans finally releasing her neck, “Not yet.”

“What?” She exclaims, propping herself up on her elbows. She watches him untuck the rest of his shirt before sliding down to her naval, kissing it tenderly and sending a devious smirk her way. She jumps at the ticklish feeling, giggling out of embarrassment which he finds cute. His mustache scratches at her inner thigh where he places his kisses as she constantly bucks her hips upwards in an attempt to get his lips to her clit, succeeding after a minute or two. He forces her hips down onto the seat and glares at her. “Please, please, I’ll be so good if you do this one thing for me.”

“Well,” he says tauntingly, “that’s an offer I just can’t refuse now, is it?” He drags his tongue all around her vulva for a few seconds to see how impatient she grows but to his surprise, she remains pretty steady, so he decides to reward her with a juicy kiss to her clit.

Her body had been begging for stimulation for so long that the single kiss he gives her is enough to eject a loud moan out of her, one that was full of relief. He chuckles at her response and kisses it the same way again, only this time darting his tongue out for a quick second to get a taste of her skin. He doesn’t taste much, so he goes down to her slit, using his thumbs to spread her sopping lips before laying his tongue flat on her entrance and giving her a series of kitten licks; he moans at the combination of saltiness and sweetness, swearing to himself that he can also taste the fruity shots she was taking earlier. The mix of alcohol and hormones coursing through his body has him feeling more pleasure from eating her out than he would have ever expected. He loves the way her hair falls over her eyes, how her hands fondle her breasts and nipples over her shirt to add to her physical experience as well as his visual one, and how gentle but confident she sounds while she pleads for him to keep licking the way he is—all of the little things he normally doesn’t pay attention to just adding up and giving him reasons to keep going.

His lips permanently planting themselves atop her clit so that he can begin sucking on it is what drives her to the edge. She hits the top of her head on the door behind her from how hard she throws her head back, but she ignores the pain. Realistically she has no choice but to ignore it with how rough he is sucking her into his mouth, still managing to maintain some comfort with his slick lips. As the tingles build deeply inside of her clit her fingers go flying to grip the short hairs on his head. She feels layers of sweat pooling on her forehead and her inner thighs, and her nipples perk up indicating her nearing her orgasm. She cries his name louder and louder, before remembering she promised to be good.

She asks, “Can I come? Can I please come?!” He refuses to lift his head up out of not wanting her to lose this feeling, so he just nods eagerly onto her clit while mumbling mm-hmm’s. “Fuck,” she screams, “yes, please, please, please—“ Her pleas are interrupted by air getting caught in her throat when he clit begins to throb.

Javi almost cums at the feeling of her pussy throbbing between his lips so he lifts his hips a little to halt any friction from the seats. He shakes his head up and down to make a grinding motion on her clit wanting her to feel this good for as long as possible. Her thighs tremble around his ears and his scalp begins to sting with how hard she’s pulling; the knots in her stomach only seem to get bigger and she refuses to pull away. Not like he’d let her anyways, that is until his jaw begins to hurt. He comes up to kiss her again not even bothering to wipe his face clean.

“You wanna be used?” He asks against her lips.

“Mm-hmm,” she moans into their kiss.

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“How do you want me to use you, baby?”

“Use my mouth.”

His brows raise and he grins wide while she licks her juices off of his stubbly chin. “Your mouth?”

“Mm-hmm,” she repeats.

“How ‘bout…” He pauses to analyze her facial features, spotting some wet mascara on her cheekbone beneath her fallen curls; he smirks as he knows it from her squeezing her eyes shut so hard from her orgasm. “…You ride me until you’re about to cum… And then you let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?” She melts beneath him at his request, fluttering her eyes shut and peppering kisses along his cheeks. “Does that sound good?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she corrects. He gives her hip a few love taps, helping her up onto his lap. For the time being neither of them even bother taking his pants off, she just pulls his semi-hard shaft out and traces his warm tip along her folds, sinking onto him slowly. They both gasp the closeness, indulging in the feeling of him stretching her out gently. She pops a hand behind his ear, the other laying flat against his sheened chest. She feels his member twitch and grow harder inside of her, and gives him pleading eyes as she fully sinks him inside of her. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” He encases her face in his clammy palms, adjusting his posture to get more comfortable for her.

“Can I come just one time on you first?”

“No, baby, I told you what I wanted.”

She whines, rolling her eyes. “Just one time, it’ll be so quick—“

“Don’t be stubborn,” he hisses, landing a smack on her ass cheek. He struggles to maintain his composure at how it practically jiggles back into his hand. He smacks it a few more times just to watch her ass move against him, grinning wide at her her body moves. “You said you’d be good for me.” She bites her lip nervously, annoyed at her promise. His dick is now fully hard and he admits, “Your stubbornness is sexy, though.”

She grins bashfully and lifts her hips slowly. “Mmm, I have that effect on you, huh?”

“Sí, mama, me gusta una reto.”

[Yes, mama, I like a challenge.]

“¿Una reto? ¿Qué eso?” She questions as she builds up a steady pace. “A challenge?”

[qué eso = what's that]

“Verdad.” He gently tugs at one of her nipples, memorizing how her discharge feels pooling around the base of his shaft onto his balls. His face contorts when she digs her nail into his chest and feels her walls swell around him.

[Correct.]

He loves the way he fits so perfectly inside of her, the way they both curve into each other is majestic for the pair. She props her feet up onto his thighs and rocks her hips in a grinding motion which makes her pussy feel tighter as he enters and exits repeatedly. His hands grip her hips so tight his knuckles slowly turn white, and he notices that she is out of breath but continues fucking him relentlessly. She had never been so needy for a fuck before; her hair is sticking to the sweat on her forehead, her shirt is clinging to her back, her hips aching from the grip this man has on her — all of these uncomfortable things and all she could think about was riding him as he told her to.

Jackie switches from a grinding motion to bouncing, rounding her shoulders so that her head isn’t hitting the roof. Javier’s fingers find their way to her top to tug some of the buttons loose. He goes to pull it off of her so she moves her arms to make it easier but ends up losing her balance which makes him slip out of her and she nearly falls off of his lap. She laughs at how evident her being tipsy is.

“You okay?” He asks after lifting her back up, placing a few kisses along her newly exposed collarbone.

Giggling some more she nods. “I didn’t realize how much I was leaning on you.”

He smiles, pulling her hands behind her waist and slouching himself further down after putting his aching cock back inside of her. “Let me help you out,” he says, his tone hinting at yet another dare. Locking her arms in place he begins thrusting up into her heat going well beyond her g-spot, but never too far. Her walls begin to spasm against his length and he grunts seemingly angrily. “You better not cum.”

Insistent, she shakes her weak head. “I’m not, I’m not, I promise.”

“Good girl.” He raises one hand up to smack her cheek lightly; she buries her cheek into his palm afterward to signal she wants him to make it feel better which he does. She holds his forearm with her locked hands, scratching at the skin nicely just to feel as much of him as possible. “Cógeme, cariño, ¡cógeme como un rey!”

[Fuck me, honey/love/darling! Fuck me like a king!]

She moans, starts bouncing on him again earning the freedom of her arms, and touches her forehead to his. “Eres el rey de mi mundo, Javi.”

[You are the king of my world, Javi.]

He sweeps her lips up into a kiss as if he were trying to swallow the words as fast as they had come out. Despite his typical confidence with women, he must admit that no one has ever made him feel the way she does. He likes the excitement and the praise, hell her looks alone were getting him rock-hard earlier. He can’t even respond with words, he just reaches his arms around to grab handfuls of her ass to bring her in closer while still kissing her sweetly. Jackie feels the pressure inside of her growing again intensify when Javi uses the pads of his fingers to rub tiny circles on her clit. She claws at his neck and shoulders to draw out the feeling as long as possible without cumming again and before she knows it she hops off of him and kneels between the small space of his legs and the center console.

She practically shoves whatever she can fit of his cock into her mouth, gagging when his tip tickles the back of her throat. His fingers tangle themselves in her hair and he pushes her head down carefully, craving the feeling of her throat closing around his dick. She bobs her head up and down occasionally stopping to take him in her throat whenever she can; a few tears fall from her eyes after gagging so many times so she pulls his length out of her mouth to stroke it with her spit-covered hands and props her mouth on his balls, sliding her tongue around every inch she could reach.

“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” he moans, “you’re doing such a good job… Yeah, you’re doing so good right now, cariño.” His muscles tense and he flinches when her thumb rubs around his tip so she goes to put him back in her mouth but he stops her. He stares at the strings of spit mixed with her precum all over her chin before enveloping her in a sloppy kiss. He moans at the taste of his cock mixed in with her juices and licks her lips much like he did her clit earlier. “Will you lay down for me right here?” He coos after wrapping his hand around her jaw, the other holding the back of her head in place. She nods and hums to confirm. “Yeah?” He smacks her cheek and it makes her smile. “You like that, princess?” He smacks her a little rougher this time.

“Yes, baby, I love it,” she says.

“Good…” He pecks her lips and taps her jaw a couple of times. “Lay back right here.” They switch spots so that she’s laying where he was once sitting and he removes his pants and boxers. Although her neck feels a bit stiff from her head being pushed up against the back of the seat she knew that once he fills her up again with his cock the pain wouldn’t even be noticeable. She eyes his thick shaft and tip while he slaps it over the skin of her pussy, her eyes growing wide when he slides the head over her sensitive bud. “You want it, baby?”

Jackie doesn’t even bother trying to come up with something witty or bratty to say, all she can say is yes over and over until he teases her dripping entrance. “Javi, te quiero mucho. I want you to fill me up with your—“ A gasp interrupts her begs of desperation after he slides the tip in slowly. He quickly readjusts his legs and pushes her thighs back so they’re flesh against her stomach. “Fuck,” she drags out, “it’s so fucking big.” He fills her up only halfway which gets her to tighten her legs around his hips in an attempt to push him in deeper but he remains idle and slaps her breast. “Please,” she whispers. After he asks what she wants she answers, “I want you—fuck, I love the way you stretch me out, I wanna feel you deep inside of me, baby.” He barely slides inside of her a little more earning whimpers from either of them but mostly her. “Please,” she begs.

[te quiero mucho = i want you so much (in this context).]

He presses his palm onto her pelvis with fingers pushing into her stomach so that she can feel him in even the deepest parts of her body. She whines out at how deep he goes, thankful he’s doing just enough to not hurt her cervix. She feels an awkward urge to pee but before she can say anything her squirt begins to splash everywhere.

“Look at that!” Javi boasts, not even thinking to stop his rhythm. “My God, girl, you are just full of surprises, aren’t ya?” Profusely blushing at his compliment she puts her hand down to signal she needs a break, but he just frowns at her and goes, “Move your hand.”

She decides to defy him and tries to wiggle out of his grip to get a reaction out of him. “No,” she quips with a grin.

“I said…” He slams her hand above her head and buries his cock deep inside of her. “Move your fucking hand.”

She sarcastically pouts. “Awe. What are you gonna do? Punish me?”

In the blink of an eye, his warm hand is wrapped around her neck. “I can do that.”

But still, she doesn’t let up, wondering how much she can get away with. “How you gon’ do it? Stick it in my ass?”

He incredulously chuckles and ponders on whether or not this is just an extremely vivid dream he’s having. He decides speaking would just egg her on to push his buttons even more so he pulls out, lines his tip up with her ass, and pushes it in slowly. She gasps with alertness in her expression—she didn’t think he would really do it. Most guys she asked didn’t, and if they did they asked if she was sure.

Not Javi. Not tonight. Not after the shitty fucking week he had. He took this woman’s confidence as a sign to take what he wants as long as the offer was on the table.

That’s what makes her even more aroused.

Watching his spit drip from his lip straight down to his dick before he slides deeper inside of her Jackie finds herself rubbing her clit and admiring the man above her. A man that knows what he wants, she thinks, and takes it? I like him. She knows the chances of them ever seeing each other again were slim to none, but she’ll always remember him.

Javi. Dark and unruly curls, soft brown eyes with harsh wrinkles surrounding them, broad but slender shoulders and calloused hands that touch her so gently, and a voice so deep it nearly rumbles inside his chest.

She bites her lip trying to ignore the pain she feels. Instead, she focuses on his mannerisms: his chest rising and falling while he slides his length inside her tight hole. The way he will pause to glance up at her ensuring her comfort. He feels her tighten around him so many times he was sure it must have hurt but every time he looks at her he sees her pleading for more with her pretty and low eyes. He manages to get about two-thirds of the way in before it becomes too tight for him.

“That feel good?” He questions, pursing his lips anxiously after she says yes. He spits a couple more times to help relax her muscles, but he notices her eyebrows furrow. Placing a few kisses on her forehead he tells her, “I got you, honey. Tell me what you need.”

“I’m fine, it’s just been a while,” she chuckles nervously. “That’s good!” She squeaks when he settles at a steady pace. He smiles down at her and slips his tongue into her open mouth, moaning at the sound of her whines. He rubs his thumb over her clit and fights her tongue with his own, letting her into his mouth eventually. She moans at the taste of her still on his lips, digging her knees into his sides and tugging at the ends of his hair. Her wetness overflows onto his cock helping lubricate her entrance. She tightens around him to add more stimulation for him and that causes him to collapse atop her body. His body is overwhelmed but he can’t get enough of how dirty she is by letting him have her—all of her. “Quiero hacerte amor con mi culo, papi,” she shouts. “Mi cuerpo te pertenece.”

[I want to make love to you with my ass, daddy. My body belongs to you.]

“Tu español suena mejor con mi reata dentro de ti, ¿sí o no?” He grips her ass to lift her hips higher, to make her more level with him.

[Your Spanish sounds much better when my dick is inside of you, no?]

Jackie trembles in his arms, crying out at the feeling of constantly being stretched out by him. “Claro, claro que sí,” she screams breathlessly. She reaches to grab the door nearby as she doesn’t want to scratch him and her fingers wipe away some of the thick fog on his car windows. She glances outside and notices how dark it has gotten, but she didn’t want him to stop edging himself inside of her. She sees how much he loves being in her mouth, her pussy, and now her ass, she just doesn’t know how much more pounding she can take.

[claro = of course; claro que sí = of course it does (in this context).]

Sweat drips down from his temples to his jawline from the thick air inside of the car and the amount of restraint it’s taking him to not finish inside of her ass. He isn’t sure where she wants it, so before he cums for her he pulls out so suddenly it takes her a few seconds to realize he’d done it. “Where do you want it, babygirl? Hmm?” He whispers against her ear.

“Hmm?” She questions.

They nibble and kiss each other enjoying the small break. “My cum. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Wherever you want,” she speaks strongly with a shrug of her shoulders. “Didn’t I just tell you that my body belongs to you, daddy?”

His eyes roll beneath his heavy eyelids. “If you had to choose…” He says regaining his composure (or what was left of it).

“If I had to choose?” Jackie grabs his dick and lines it back up with her vagina, forcing her hips forward to push his tip inside of her. “My pussy.”

He likes her answer so he just presses the rest of his dick inside of her. “Mm, I’m thinking right…” He rubs the deepest parts of her with his swollen shaft. “Here.” Her nipples harden at the feeling of him grinding himself against her walls and the stubbly hair on his pelvis tickles her clit enough to elicit a few moans from her. “You’re still so goddamn tight for me, my fucking God.” She clenches even harder around him at his little praises, telling him thank you and littering kisses all around his neck and shoulders. “Sweetheart, if you wanted I would fuck you every day.” At last, he pumps in and out of her, telling her, “You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight… You anything else you want me to do—do for you?” He grips her ass even harder, holding off his nearing orgasm as long as possible.

Her fatigued eyes barely open to look up at him, and she sloppily pushes her wet baby hairs out of her face. “I ju—oh, I just want to feel your cum.”

“Yeah?”

She cups his face in her hands lovingly with a persuasive smile on her lips. “I want you to empty your balls inside of me.”

“Oh, fuck.” His face drops into the curve of her neck.

She feels his cock twitch inside of her and it encourages her to keep talking. “I want you to fucking use me, use my pussy to cum. Yes!”

He buries himself as deeply as possible for a few thrusts, and she feels him pouring his seed inside her. Their moans and pleads mixing in the air is just enough to get one final, but short orgasm. Nothing near as powerful as before but an accomplishment for her nonetheless. He pushes his shoulders up and off of her to give their warm bodies a sense of space, but he fails to stay up for long and lands right back on her chest once again which gets a tired laugh out of her.

After a short while, he pulls out and spreads her shaky legs apart to watch his cum slowly pour out from between her wet lips. Admiring how pretty her messy body looks he leans down to place a warm kiss on her clit one last time. She flinches at the feeling but remains still in her position. She rests her eyes and runs a hand over her stomach.

He remembers that he has some napkins in his glove compartment, reaching for them and then carefully cleaning her up before he cleans himself. He sees how much more worn out she seems than him so he helps her move to give him space beside her, then twists her legs into his lap. He grabs his cigarettes from the car floor along with a light; he pops one in his mouth and hands another to her.

The pair are silent for about five minutes as neither of them feel the need to speak immediately to fill the air. They want to enjoy their highs and prolong it with nicotine. After they smoke up half their cigarettes and air out the car a bit by rolling a window down an inch or two Javi finds himself the first to break the silence.

“¿Cómo estás ahora?”

[How are you doing now?]

“Muy, muy bien, querida. Thank you for being so gentle with me.”

[querida = love/dear/darling]

It takes him a moment to realize that despite the domination she was seeking from him she still wanted to be cared for. “Of course, sweetheart. You don’t need to thank me.”

“Mm,” she groans before tossing her cigarette out of the window just before he does the same, “I know that, but you’re a man who deserves all the praise.” He smiles at the comment, reaching a hand between her hair and jawbone. “You never answered my question… Why are you in Columbia?”

“Work, confidential bullshit.”

She reaches for his chin to give it a small pinch. “I’m sure you’re amazing.” He scoffs and shakes his head. “Come ‘er.” They move so that he is lying between her legs and his head is resting on her chest.

“Hey, Jackie?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite flower?”

She laughs loudly at this and plays with his hair while she thinks of her response. “Tulips. I love tulips.”

“Tulips, eh?”

“Don’t be surprising me at my job with some damn flowers now.”

He pops his head up defensively. “I’d have to know where you worked to do that… Where do you work?”

They both laugh and she gives him a tender kiss. “I actually don’t work right now, I’m living off of trust fund money.”

“Ah, where do you live?”

She frowns seemingly offended. “I am not telling you where I live after only knowing you a day!” He can see through her bullshit easily. She wants to see him again, she’s just being cautious. Not like he blamed her for it, but he found her attempt at lying cute.

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