#i guess this is more purple than lilac but i tried :

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 15

Summary: First dates are meant to end with a kiss, but nothing ever goes as planned.

Warnings: fluff, sexual content, angst

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Looking back at the world Y/N once knew, she never expected to be happy about her whole life changing irrevocably. Whenever things would change too much or too quickly, she used to find herself lost and in a state of panic she couldn’t rid of. Her therapist tied it to the pain of losing her mother so suddenly so young, leaving a permanent trigger she tried so hard to fight.

Having lost her friends put her in a state in which that trigger was continuously going off for years and it took thousands of dollars and three different therapists to find a way to stop the bullets from wounding her time and time again. Being faced with Paul and everyone from her past brought up past trauma and the lack of answers that surrounded their reunion severely damaged her progress.

When Paul finally explained everything, she was forced to find a safety clip once more, allowing her to come to terms with the truth that she was always blind to. Y/N held back, afraid all the changes would bury her underneath the ruble she spent so long clearing, and then she found that she’s not alone anymore. Paul was making it better piece by piece, holding her hand to make it through and as she watched him walk up her porch, she knew there was no room for fear of caring for him anymore.

In all these years of struggling, Y/N found someone she can trust won’t leave her. Paul will always fight; sometimes for her, with her and occasionally against her and she wouldn’t exchange it for anything.

“He make you happy?” Her dad looks up from his morning newspaper, eyebrow raised as if he would jump to his feet and chase Paul away if she gave him a reason to.

Grinning, she nods. “More than I’d like to admit.”

Huffing, he turns to his newspaper. “I still don’t like him.”

“And who would you like”, she folds her hands across her chest.

“Jake’s in town again, is he not?”

Paul knocks, a little louder than she expected. The doorframe shook with the force, making her dad grimace.

“If he breaks ‘em, he best be ready to fix ‘em.”

Chuckling, she shakes her head. “He’s nervous. Don’t be so hard on him.”

Opening the door, she couldn’t help but beam at the preppy outfit Paul chose for himself. A white dress shirt neatly tucked into classy black pants with an overly fancy belt hugging his waist. His hair is shorter, trimmed as it was before the injuries ever happened and the way his lips press in a thin line assure her he’s very much dreading her father’s judgment.

“You look gorgeous!”

Paul’s breathless compliment brings heat to her cheeks, the kind she’d much rather hide from him in the past but welcomes now. She can be vulnerable with him, he won’t use it to his own gain. Besides, she chose the lilac shirt specifically for him – he always liked purple and the black, skin tight skirt riding up to her mid-thigh was meant to get him on his knees, begging for mercy.

“And you’re very handsome”, she notes. “Those for me?” She raises a brow as Paul brings out a bouquet of lilies from behind his back.

“They reminded me of you”, he nods awkwardly as she reaches for the bouquet. “You always smell like lilies.”

“I guess that’s my queue”, Y/N’s dad exclaims as he heads to the door.

“Good morning, Sir.”

Eyeing Paul, he snorts. “You’re already sweating and I haven’t even asked you anything.”

“Dad”, Y/N warns, but he waves her off.

“What are you planning on doing that requires my daughter’s entire day?”

“DAD!”

“It’s fine”, Paul clears his throat. “I want to take her to my favorite place in La Push and show her how much I care about her. I am not here to take advantage of your daughter, nor am I planning on hurting her in any way or shape. Trust me, she’s the only one with power in this relationship and I don’t mind it one bit.”

Furrowing his brows, Y/N’s dad turns to look at her with suspicion. “What the hell did you do to this poor sap?”

“Nothing”, she exclaims. Turning to Paul, she lets out a sigh. “We should go.”

“Let me know if you decide to”, her dad grimaces. “Not come home.”

Gulping, Paul’s eyes widen. “She’ll be home tonight.”

“No, I won’t”, Y/N remarks as she moves to Paul, placing a hand on his forearm. “Let’s go.”

“Be careful and use protection”, her dad exclaims and Paul scowls.

“STOP THAT!”

“We’re just teasing you”, she looks up at Paul mischievously.

Letting out a breath in disbelief, Paul starts walking to the car, leaning in. “Think he likes me”, he whispers.

“We’ll see about that when I don’t come home tonight and he knows you’re screwing his only daughter.”

Tapping his forearm, she smirks when he opens the door for her. “At least he can take comfort in the fact you’re a gentleman.” Waving at her dad, she takes her seat, loving the drop of sweat rolling down Paul’s left temple.

Licking his lips, Paul leans on the car as he raises his brows. “I’m not that much of a gentlemen when clothes are off.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re an absolute beast”, Y/N winks.

Clicking his tongue, Paul nods. “Should have seen that one coming!”

Giving a quick wave to Y/N’s dad as well, Paul didn’t waste time in getting out of the very uncomfortable situation he found himself in. At this point, he was pretty sure a part of Y/N still hated him.

“You’re drenched”, she raises her brows. “Was it really that bad?!”

Clicking his tongue, Paul glances at her. “You told him we’re having sex.”

“We’re both consenting adults.”

“I’m not”, he remarks. “I mean, I am, but not yet.”

“Why? Planning on waiting till marriage?” Y/N folds her arms over her chest, turning her head to the window, choosing to watch the trees over his face. “You weren’t this saintly back in high school and I’m sure you’ve been less than after, too.”

Shaking his head, Paul grips the steering wheel tighter. “Don’t you understand”, he sighs. “It’s the fact you’re not like those other girls. The way I feel about you cannot compare to them!”

Rolling her eyes, she lightly turns in his direction. “I’m well aware! So why are you choosing celibacy to prove it when I already believe you?!”

“Because if we’re to get married and have kids, I don’t want to tell them I fucked their mother on the first date like a clueless high school playboy.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, she pauses. Her eyes narrow as she stares at him, studying his frown carefully, analyzing his words.

“If?”

“What?”

“You said if we get married. If we have kids.”

Swallowing thickly, he licks his lips. “Well yeah. I am not placing any expectations on you.”

“Don’t most imprints marry their respective wolf?” She presses, her heart telling her it’s not the word itself that had set off an alarm, rather the way he spoke it; laced with fear and uncertainty that she rarely detected in Paul.

“We don’t have to follow their choices”, Paul smiles meekly.

Silence.

Most times, she’d enjoy his answers for they all allow her to decide what’s best for her future and in what degree she’d allow Paul to affect it, so why is her mind so stuck on that one word.

If.

Where is the doubt coming from? Paul is quite aware of the attachment Y/N formed and that no one can persuade her otherwise now, so the doubt cannot be of her making.

“You’d tell me if there was something worrying you, right?”

Glancing at her, Paul forces a smile. “I’d never lie to you.”

“I didn’t ask if you’re lying to me, I am asking if you’re worried about something.”

Pursing his lips, Paul inhales deeply.

“Paul?”

“I’m always worried”, he glances at her. “Nothing for you to dwell on.”

“Aren’t we supposed to share what we worry about? Help each other with those worries?”

“You can’t help with this”, he insists. “It’s tribe business.”

Chuckling nervously, she looks at the trees. “Is there a vampire lurking or something?”

“Or something”, he confirms.

She gulps. “Like the one that hurt you?”

Nodding, Paul places a hand on her knee. “That one is dead.”

Clearing her throat, she places her hand over his. “Alright. I trust you’ll share it with me when you’re ready. Because even if I can’t help you with it, I can listen and I can make sure those worries are forgotten.” Taking his hand in hers, she pulls the back of it to her lips. “At least for a little while.”

It didn’t take long for them to reach a rather familiar area – La Push beach. Y/N’s favorite thing about the reserve have always been the amazing forests and the ocean where she could immerse herself in a world that many have exchanged for big cities.

When she was younger, Y/N and Jacob’s family often spent days at the beach. If there was any sun, they were the first there. Some of her favorite memories were made on this beach.

“Are you okay?” Paul’s voice is small, caring. There’s no denying that his love for Y/N runs deep for he can always sense the smallest of change in her mood.

“How do you do that”, she raises a brow. “Know something’s off? Always?”

Biting his lower lip, he sighs. “It’s an imprint thing.” Before she can ask more questions, he continues. “I can feel any emotion you feel as long as it’s powerful enough. You were immensely sad just a moment ago and I know I’m not, so I could easily recognize it as an emotion coming from you. Other times it’s harder to distinguish what you’re feeling from my own emotions.”

Nodding, she looks down at her lap. “I was thinking of my mom”, she admits. “Last time I saw her, we were standing just a few feet away from this parking spot.”

“We can go, if you want?” Paul is quick to offer, but she shakes her head almost instantly.

“Absolutely not”, Y/N smiles. “She’d want me to make more good memories here. It was my favorite place in the whole world back then. I’ve hardly ever went since and if I did, I always avoided this area.”

“Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For sharing this with me. For wanting to make good memories with me. For letting me be a part of your life despite all the bad we had festering in the past.”

Unable to contain a smile, she grins. “And yet you wonder why I’m so insistent on having my way with you.”

Eyes widening, Paul raises his hands in mock surrender. “What did I do?”

Shrugging innocently, her smile remains. “You’re you.”

“And?”

“And I like you!”

Paul had hoped she’d declare her love for him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to feel disappointed. It’s progress, a chance he won’t waste.

“You’ve finally admitted it.”

Rolling her eyes, she opens her door. “And I’m leaving now.”

Cackling, he follows her out. Grabbing the basket Emily helped him prepare, Paul locks the Jeep and runs after his imprint.

With a smile, Y/N wraps her arms around her middle. The sky has rarely been blue in the cold days that shrouded La Push. Taking off her shoes, she bites her lower lip as her soles upon lukewarm sand and clouds caressed with reflecting sunlight bring a familiar warmth in her chest. Lacy waves in steady rhythm play a lullaby she can never get enough, but as Paul steps in front of her, she’s dissuaded. Paul is the only one she could never truly get enough and while she can easily blame the imprint bond for the overbearing need to be close to him, it would be a lie. Even as a teen she wanted him by her side, even as a frenemy she would be way too proud to admit she cares about.

“If you want, we can do something else. I swear it’s not a problem.”

Pursing her lips, she bites at the soft flesh on the inside to keep herself from beaming at him though she is certain she’s failing and Paul can easily tell her intent.

Holding out a hand for him to take, she grins as he readily takes it, interlacing their fingers. The warmth of his hand is a stark difference to hers and they’re not even cold; he simply runs on a higher temperature and she’s glad. It’s always nice knowing she can cuddle Paul whenever the Washington weather turns on her.

And so they sat on the blanket Paul placed for them just under a rock that had kept the wind from blowing at them with full force, not that Y/N minds. She’d have used it as an excuse to torture Paul enough that he’d be likely to lose his mind and stomp on his pride right then and there.

They talked of Paul’s journey in the pack, of the insanity he had to survive while Bella Cullen was mortal, of the pain his parents and their divorce caused him, of the ways he coped and the anger he could never quite quench in his early to mid-twenties and how he finally found a way to control.

Y/N spoke of her life outside La Push and the benefits her education brought, of the loneliness it caused, of her choice to go to therapy and how she’s trying to break unhealthy patterns her teenage traumas set. She spoke of the few friends she made, of a cat she adopted the moment she was living alone and the grief losing it had her facing the loss of her mother once more. And then she admitted to him of the way he used to elicit butterflies when they were kids and again as teenagers and how jealous she was of the girls he paid attention to.

They opened their hearts and minds to each other, allowing the beauty and ugliness spill over until there was nothing left, their souls bare and for once, neither pulled away.

The stars set the dark skies alight, shining through just like her love did for Paul. It's breathtaking, a sight that constricts the heart that had hidden before but it's bound now. It has found a safe place and for once, Y/N trusts the feeling. The want to run is draining from her mind, laying down the armor she carefully sculpted her whole life.

Somehow, in this quiet moment of stargazing by the man who was once the bane of her existence, Y/N found herself embracing all that terrified her; love, Paul, the darkness.

And when she turned to look at him, simply to assure herself he's real, Y/N lets out a shuddered breath for Paul's eyes are chained to her. In that gaze, she found endless longing, the kind that robs her of any sane thought. Sky full of stars and yet he is staring at her?

It took Paul by surprise when she grabbed his face and pulled his lips onto hers impatiently into a powerful, bruising kiss his imagination could never quite do justice. Despite the initial shock, Paul’s left hand instinctively finds its home at the back of her neck, his right one resting on her left hip, allowing him to pull her closer. In moments, he’s inhaling her, worshiping every inch of skin his fingers graze as they untuck her lilac shirt and delve underneath.

His heart is beating faster and faster, a fog surrounding his thoughts as he focused on the coldness of her skin under his fingertips, on the softness of her luscious, needy lips and the passion her tongue surrenders onto his. Quiet moans escape her, eliciting a groan from Paul as his pants grow tighter. Those sounds should be made illegal, he decides, for they could drive anyone to the brink of insanity.

Y/N can hardly breathe as Paul returns the kiss with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzying world. His kisses send wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. No one could make her quiver as she is now, and no one could make her feel so safe as she surrenders herself to them.

So many speak of the way time stops when you kiss the one, but that’s not the case with Paul. For Y/N, the world seemed to be spinning, time moving too fast for her to get a grip on anything other than the strong shoulders under the palms of her hands. As he pulls her closer, her legs spread in order to straddle him, gently pushing at his chest in an attempt to lay him beneath her but Paul refuses to budge.

Heart pounding in her chest, she can only focus on the tenderness of his lips and the addictive scent of his skin invading all her senses. It’s as if she dreamed this moment to life, sneaking a peak at him just to make sure he’s real. The raw emotion as his fingers trace her spine up to the clasp of her bra captures her breath as if it were a firefly caught in a jar.

“Y/N”, he whispers her name as he shakes her shoulders lightly.

Gasping for breath, she chuckles madly, cupping his cheeks. “You literally stole my breath away!”

Biting his lipstick stained bottom lip, he smirks at the smudges all over her chin and cheeks. He certainly didn’t spare her and if he didn’t pull away now, there’s nothing in this world that would separate them.

Leaning in to kiss him once more, Y/N frowns as he throws his head back.

“No more, you vixen!”

Raising a brow, she grips his shoulders. “Did you hear that from Edward Cullen, grandpa?!”

Chuckling, he leans back on the palms of his hands, making sure he’s no longer touching her. His pulsating dick certainly isn’t helping him clear his head, nor does Y/N sitting on it with only a few layers of clothes saving his life.

“We already skipped a few steps, I am not indulging you anymore!”

Pursing her lips, she nods. Holding onto his shoulders, she bows her head. Allowing her lips to linger on the peaking collarbone from under his slightly unbuttoned shirt, the warm feeling of her breath is almost debilitating, but when her lips brush against his hot skin, his mouth falls open, a shuddered breath escaping him in betrayal.

“Oh, how you are tempting me” he said.

“Mhmm”, she mumbles as her lips graze the skin on his neck and he swallows thickly.

Shaking, Paul can’t help but let out a nervous chuckle as the tip of her tongue passes over his pulse, aware she can feel just how terrified his heart is right now, how it quakes under her rule and yet he’s not running.

He could. Run. If he wanted to, he could set himself free and cool down before continuing the date, yet he’s fallen under her spell and as her lips advance to his jaw, he finds he’s perfectly content being her loyal subject.

“I’m totally not falling for this seduction”, he insists.

“You’re lying”, she whispers.

“You’re too confident”, he inhales but all he smells is the ocean breeze heavily laced with lilies, awakening the butterflies. “Didn’t you say you disliked my arrogance?”

“Yes, but I quite like mine”, she smirks as her nose brushes his earlobe.

Gasping as she presses a kiss behind his ear, Paul instinctively thrust upwards, further burying himself in a self-made grave.

“And apparently so do you”, she giggles as he groans and finally allows himself to fall on his back.

“I feel like my pants are about to rip.”

Cackling, she throws her head back. Her hands rest on his chest and Paul is so painfully aware of the tip of her index finger grazing his sternum and the fact she didn’t cover her mouth as she tends to when she laughs.

As he looks up at her laughing, his smile falters as this image is far too familiar. He’s seen this before and it wasn’t a dream or a fantasy he concocted, this is a memory – a flash of memory from the very moment he imprinted on Y/N.

Looking down to find Paul’s deathly serious expression, Y/N’s heart sinks.

“Did I say something wrong?”

Blinking fast, Paul shakes his head as his hands reach for hers. Their fingers intertwine and she lets out a relieved sigh.

“If you really don’t want to do this tonight, I’ll back off.”

Snorting, he raises his brows. “I’d jump out of a plane for you.”

“You’re insane”, she deadpans.

Winking, his hands rest hers back upon his chest and grip her hips. “And you’re stuck with me.”

The rush of sensations crawling across her body is maddening, realizing exactly what he means. He won’t hesitate, not anymore. She can have him, in every possible way and yet the conversation they had back in the Jeep replays in her mind. He didn’t want to rush things, it’s her who is pushing his limits. Can she really trust this to be his choice and not the imprint bond he’s cracking under?

Luckily for Y/N, she had no need to dwell on the morality of this choice as a loud rustle came from the trees and soon after a series of howls ripped through the skies.

In an instant, Paul’s focus was off her and she found his hands on her hips were not to aid her in riding him, rather for Paul to lift her up as if she’s made of air.

“What is it?” She asks quietly, afraid whatever is in the woods can hear her.

Swallowing thickly, Paul stands up, his eyes set on the woods behind them. “Get up”, he says quietly as she looks up at him in confusion. “Get up”, he repeats a little louder. “Now”, he continues impatiently as he starts picking up things in a hurry.

Blinking fast, Y/N pulls her shirt down, tucking it back in her skirt with lips pressed in a thin line. She knows it’s best not to question him now, trusting his instincts over her own dejection.

Picking up the picnic basket in one hand, Paul wraps an arm around Y/N as he hurries her toward the Jeep.

Lips quivering, Y/N stumbles but Paul’s keeping her upright as he all but pushes her inside. She can see the nervous glances toward the woods, aggravating her heart into a frenzy. What does he see? What does he know that he’s so terrified for her safety?

Hands shaking, she clasps them on her lap as Paul steps on the gas pedal. She’s never quite seen him driving so fast, yet every time she wants to ask him for an explanation, any kind of explanation that would lessen her fears, her mouth refuses to open and her lips aren’t moving.

‘That’s not the way home’, she notes. Turning to Paul, she can hardly recognize him. His eyes are focused on the road, darker than ever before. His body is lightly shaking as his hands grip the steering wheel his knuckles pale with the pressure and his jaw, the very jaw she laid feather light kisses upon just minutes ago is clenched in a manner that causes his muscles to bulge, enough to revise her anatomy.

Coming to a sudden stop, she holds her breath as he turns to her with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.

“Get inside and don’t come out until I or someone from the pack comes for you”, he instructs.

Glancing at Emily and Sam’s house, Y/N frowns. Before she has time to ask anything, Paul grabs her chin and turns her to face him once more. He’s rough, his fingers hurting her.

“Do you understand me, Y/N?”

Nodding faintly, she swallows tears but it’s not enough.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”

“YES”, she shouts back, pulling away from him. Rubbing the aching chin, she grimaces.

Lips parting in realization, Paul sighs. “Did I”, he pauses. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, but it’s important you do as I say.”

“I understand”, she remarks. “What I don’t understand is why you’re so panicked!”

“Because I have to go and help my pack fight God knows what and I can’t until I know you’re safe!”

Shutting her eyes tightly, she draws in a shaky breath before opening the door and running out.

Groaning, Paul rushes after her for the second time that day. This time he’s faster, stopping before her with pleading eyes. “Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad”, she exclaims. “I’m fucking scared for you!”

Without hesitation, his arms wrap around her. His lips press in the crook of her neck, but it’s not to seduce her like she did it to him, rather to soothe her.

“I’m coming back to you”, he inhales her scent once more as if he could never get enough.

Parting, he pulls her hair behind her ears to get a better look of her pretty face. Her eyes are swimming in unshed tears, yet he knows by the time they do fall, he won’t be there to brush them away and reassure her. All he has are words he hopes will not turn to lies.

“I will always come back to you”, he promises as he takes a few steps back. Unbuttoning his shirt, he hears the door open and Emily step out. Tossing his shirt toward Y/N, he forces a smile for her benefit.

Pulling down his pants, he swallows thickly as he notices her trembling lips. Oh, if she only knew he has no worries for his own wellbeing. It’s her he’s trying to save.

Placing a hand over his heart, he turns away and in an instant Paul was no more. In his stead stood a big grey wolf and this time, Y/N admired it.

Looking back at her once more, he would have smiled if he could at the awe in her eyes. But he has no time to linger anymore as thoughts of his pack flood his mind. Seeing Emily embrace Y/N, Paul sets of into the woods, hoping to hunt down whoever it is that could kill Y/N.

As she watches him disappear in the dark, Y/N leans on Emily’s shoulder. She knows she loves Paul, she can feel it in her heart and her mind often revisits the word when he’s near, yet she said nothing as he walked into dangers she knows he might never return to. 

“I didn’t say it”, she winces.

“Say what?” Emily frowns.

“That I love him. I don’t think I’ve ever told him.”

Smiling meekly, Emily shakes her head. “He knows.”

“How can he possibly know”, Y/N remarks, her voice breaking.

“They feel our emotions.”

Swallowing thickly, Y/N sniffles. “But what does it matter if I can’t get the words pass my lips. Not in his presence.”

“It matters”, Emily reassures her, but Y/N is quick to dismiss her.

“He went off into the woods and he’s not invincible. None of them are! What if he dies and I never told him I love him because I’m so fucking damaged that the thought of saying it out loud makes me want to pass out?!”

The door of the house opens once more, three more girls coming outside. 

“Oh, she’s definitely new to this.” One of them states, the other two nodding.

“Who are you?”

“Imprints”, Emily answers. “Come. Meet everyone.”

Wiping tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, Y/N lets out a shuddered breath. What did Paul get her into?

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Part 16

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight fandom #Twilight series #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote series #paul lahote imagine

[dear-taka-chan]

need a hand?

cw: no specified pronouns/gender, established relationship, fluff, mentions of blood, injuries and death, canon typical violence.

note: requested by @/fggcgsblog

𝟐𝟎:𝟒𝟗 read the time on your watch. you let out a sigh. forty-nine minutes had passed since your boyfriend told you to "wait for me. i'll be back soon." and then rushed out before you could even ask further.

you and mitsuya finally had some time off from your busy schedules so it was mutually decided that a date was much needed and that it would be a great way to spend some time together. only you were waiting in this café with no call or message from him and neither was he answering either of them.

you waited patiently at first but as the time went on your patience turned into worry. this was uncharacteristic of mitsuya. he wasn't irresponsible. and everything he did was for a reason. so there was only one thing that explained his absence and radio silence— he was in danger.

you wanted to believe that you were just overthinking and being silly over nothing. but as soon as a bruised and bloodied mitsuya came into your mind and the thought of potentially losing your boyfriend plagued your thoughts, your heart rate increased and you quickly grabbed your phone, wallet and keys and rushed outside.

⋯ ୨˚୧ ⋯

takashi scrunched his nose as soon as the metallic taste of blood hit his taste buds. he spit it out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

eyelids drooping and body swaying, mitsuya launched a fist towards the man in front of him only to be punched straight in his gut by him. more blood spewed out of his lips followed by a pained groan.

he was getting tired now. his body was giving up. he was aching almost everywhere and he knew it would be difficult to shower because of all the cuts and bruises painting his body in reds, blues and purples. that was; if they didn't kill him. which was highly unlikely.

guilt also ate him up when he remembered that he had broken his promise of spending some quality time with you. he had kept you waiting alone in that coffee shop full of couples. mikey called him to take care of some business but maybe even his president didn't know the extent of this "business".

"takashi!" his ears rang. did they hit him in the head hard? he was starting to hear your voice now and here of all places. it was distant and muffled though.

"takashi!" but it was getting clearer. his head pounded. yeah he definitely got a serious head injury.

"takashi!" you screamed.

"huh?" he turned around to see you running towards him.

"oh my God. i knew it, i fucking knew it! i should have come sooner. i had a gut feeling but i ignored it for so long- fuck!" you shouted at yourself. angry that you let this happen to the man most precious to you.

"what are you doing here, (name)? go back! this is dangerous" mitsuya's voice drawled. he tried to scold you to somehow make you listen to him. to get you away from this. but frankly? he had no energy.

though, in all honesty mitsuya was happy. he should have guessed it. he should have known. of course you would come! and now that you were here, he wasn't worried in the slightest.

he looked at you as you looked at him, both mirroring a smile.

"oi!" one of them shouted. "we don't have time for this lovey-dovey bullshit."

"yeah! let's kill them both!" and in typical gang fashion they started chanting "yes" which sounded like noise pollution to you than anything.

that was okay though. these low-lives weren't about to go home in one piece anyways.

"ready?" takashi asked, straightening his shoulder and warming up a little.

"more than ready." your lips turned up.

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"i wanted to thank you for today." mitsuya speaks up though his eyes don't meet yours. he seems to be content staring at the cemented road below. you support his weight and wince a little with every step. you knew you weren't going to come out of it unscathed.

"unghh," his lilac hair covers his face as the wind blows. you help him sit down on the bike and takashi's face contorts in pain.

cupping his face with both your hands, you make him look at you. "you don't need to thank me, darling. your safety is my utmost priority."

takashi let's out a relieved sigh. your voice is so low and soft, just for him. it's so sweet and soothing to his ears after the loud and noisy shouts of those gang men. the pretty smile that you send his way despite the injuries that you carry, makes his heart skip a beat. you look the prettiest when you smile for him. it makes his heart flutter. the way you look into his eyes as if he is your entire world makes his eyes glossy. he stops himself from crying, gulping down the lump in his throat. sometimes he gets overwhelmed by the amount of love and care you have in store for him. he isn't used to it, having always been at the giving end; not the receiving one.

you risked your safety for him. you saved him. you were there for him when he needed help, when he needed you.

"but didn't i tell you not to get involved in gang business? this was dangerous, (name). this could have been fatal."

"and what? let you die? ever thought what would I do if something happened to you? you don't want to think. if those- those motherfu-"

"shh." he placed his index finger on your lips. you looked down at his finger and then at him, heat rushing to your face. mitsuya leans closer and now your forehead touches his. "you wouldn't do anything. you would continue to live your life normally. you wouldn't do anything to put yourself in danger or make your life miserable. it's not the end of the world. i don't want anything bad happening to you."

"but taka- hmph!"

takashi captures your lips with his and presses them against his in a needy and passionate kiss. a hand brings you closer towards his body as he deepens the kiss. "kiss me."

"a good way to shut me up." takashi lets out a chuckle.

#takashi mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mitsuya fluff

[lya-dustin]

All is Bliss

Chapter 51

Cw: mentions of blood sacrifices, bullying, and murder

Gif by @beyondtheciouds

Taglist @mercedesdecorazon @ewanmitchellcrumbs @darylandbethfanforever9 @watercolorskyy @alexandria-millie @sweethoneyblossom1

Aegon remembers all the times he teased Aemond over his egg not hatching.

Its had been a smoky gray with red flecks given to him by Laenor and clutchmate to Jace's Vermax and Aemma’s annoying little dwarf dragon, Elēnar.

It had a name, some name that was meant to inspire fear, but made Aegon want to bully him some more.

Once mama caught him offering his blood to it after Aegon told him to, father had shouted at Aegon, taken Aemond aside and given him Barth's book on dragons while mother shouted at father for shouting at him only to slap him when she turned to yell at him, and he pointed it out.

Now as the king tries to make a second Sunfyre for himself, he finds himself looking for the dragonglass dagger Aemma keeps under her pillow for her protection.

They haven’t slept in the same bed since he was poisoned, mainly because he finds it gross as she told him she is to bleed for the forty days after the birth. Aemma had about a week or so to go and appreciated having the bed to herself.

She keeps busy, restless in her cage like the dragon she is and much like Silverwing, she does a good job of pretending she is fine as she is.

This morning he finds her reading her correspondence and having a late breakfast. She wears lilac today, brings out the purple of her eyes and matched the tie at the end of her long braid.

“What are you up to this morning, dear wife?” he asks completely forgetting what he came here for.

Aemma was always lovely, sure she was not the most beautiful, but she was kind and good company and had the old blood of Valyria running through her veins just like him. It would be nice to see her fly again, to see her throw her head back and laugh as Silver’s wingtips skim the ocean.

Once Baratheon wins this war for them, he will give her the freedom to fly again.

Of course, not often because it would look wrong when the king had no dragon of his own.

“Just some letters, Aunt Elenda wants me to take my cousins into our household, apologizes for the whole trying to drug me and almost killing your brother the night before his wedding, oh, and wants to confirm if Uncle Borros is still the man you want as Aenys’ godsfather.” She said showing him the letter as if he would doubt her word.

Aegon trusts her, a stupid thing to do, but he knows Aemma would never hurt him nor try to kill him. He quite likes her, finds himself missing waking up to her in the mornings.

“Tyland suggested him, I guess he had sent the letters already. I know you wanted Aemond to be Aenys’ godsfather, but we can keep Baratheon loyal to us without promising him a royal groom.” Aegon admits knowing why she wants Aemond to be made the babe’s godsfather. If either were to die, Aemond would be the man to raise Aenys as one would a son, if he was close to the boy no one would be suspicious of it and his overly familiar way with his wife not be too obvious.

The reason Aegon readily agreed to make Borros his godsfather.

Besides, Aemond fled Crossed Elms like a coward claimed to have dragon dreams knowing those tree worshiping cunts would believe him. Had he fought they would have won the battle, his brother just won’t admit it. Claims that the fucking riverlords had archers and the commanders too experienced for them to do more than to wave a peace banner and hope for the best.

If he had been there and had Sunfyre, the Riverlands would have burned, and he’d be a fucking warrior king like the conqueror.

Instead, he is here, stuck in this castle because he has been unmanned by his wife’s own fucking grandmother and humiliated by his own little brothers. Even Daeron went down as Daeron the Daring as he died like a man should.

When Borros comes, Aegon intends to lead the battle. He did it once and his sword arm is strong enough to fight, how hard could it be? And what better way to announce it than by entering the tourney.

“I suppose you are right, husband, especially because it will remind people that both your mother and my great-grandfather were brown of hair and eye. A shame Borros refused Cousin Joffrey, we could have had the Vale and Aunt Jeyne would be here to show she also has brown hair.” Aemma pretends it doesn’t bother her. Does a great deal of that since they married, Aegon wondered if one day she will like him and trust him like he trusts her.

He envies Aemond for getting to see the true Aemma, not the poised lady hiding her dragon’s blood underneath silks and brocade.

Aegon would’ve preferred Daeron had been the one to return and not Aemond. Daeron didn’t steal his wife’s heart from under his nose.

“If anyone dares to insinuate you cuckolded me, I will have their heads, dear Aemma. I plan on making sure they get the message at Aenys’ anointing next week.”

“Harwin used to have the worst nightmares as a boy, always dreaming he and father were burning to death and Larys’ laughing as he stood outside the door.” Alys speaks softly as she nursed Aenys.

The babe had been small and frail when he was born and yet the moment Alys became his nurse that night, he awoke as healthy as if he had not been born early. Her witch’s blood refused to let her create new life but made her able to nourish life that already existed.

“I had nothing to do with their deaths.” The queen mother says even though she remembers asking Larys to do what he must to bring her father back to court. Larys had been using her, like all men have done, and yet this time she had the power to say no.

But she hadn’t said no.

Instead, she prayed for forgiveness and put it out of her mind when word of their deaths came just as the raven from Daemon did.

“Just because you say it outloud does not make it true, your grace.” The witch chides her like a mother does to lying child. “I know you agreed to it for your cause.”

“Then why join me? Why kill Harwin’s lover and his sons?” the queen asked hoping that was the answer as to why everything had gone wrong.

“To get to Larys, to have the Blacks kill all those who stand between me and Harrenhal. I work the corridors of self-interest just as anyone here. Now with the war lost and my dear little brother getting his comeuppance, you are of no use to me ,your grace.” The witch said as if it were just something trivial that had failed and not a system of governance.

As if it was always meant to fall.

“You said it was Aegon’s destiny to be king!” the queen cannot comprehend why Alicent would make her do such things if it had not been meant to happen.

“And it was, I never said for how long. Two years is more than Aegon the Uncrowned got.” Alys put the babe in his basket without burping him first and went to stand by the window.

Why did no one else seem to care about this more? Why did no one see that for her family to be safe, Aegon needs to be king and her as his right hand?

Aemma had poisoned her sons against her an now her most trusted ally is led astray by her.

“Oh, no, the little queen did not seduce me from your side, your grace. Our paths are no longer aligned. You stand at the end of your road while I still have so far to go.” the witch answered as if she had spoken aloud.

“You tricked me! You had me sell my soul to the Stranger and damn myself to the Seventh Hell!” Alicent begins to see her with horror.

And yet the witch just stands there by the open window as if nothing was happening.

It would be so easy to kill her. She could lie and say she was going to hurt the little bastard, that she cast a spell on him and she as his grandmother only meant to save him.

Alys would die instantly on the spikes in the dry moat, no one would know.

What is one more kill?

“You said you would do anything to make Aegon king, you agreed to the price, your grace.” Alys coos at her making the queen mother snap and barrel towards her like an angry bull.

Just over the window.

That is all she needs.

And yet when they stand over the edge, Alys overpowers her and instead, Alicent is forced to look down at her grave.

“Now be a good girl for mummy and pay it.” The witch whispers in her ear like a lover and tosses her over the edge as if she weighed as much as little Aenys.

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader #aemond targaryen x ofc #aemond targaryen x oc #all is bliss (in the court of aemma the great) #all is bliss(in the court of aemma the great) fic #all is bliss fic #alys rivers/alicent hightower

[mimicteruyo]

Garden of Eternity

[Touhou Ship Week Day 7: Free Day. Yuuka/Mokou, 1.1k words]

Mokou smelled the flowers long before she could peel her eyes open. It was cacophony in scent form that somehow managed to come together to form a striking perfume. She tried to recognise the scent of at least one individual flower in the mix with no success.

Once she was more awake, she discovered that what had been a grassy meadow when she had laid her head down had transformed into a garden. Instead of blades of grass and dandelions, she was resting on a blanket of sweet alyssum and surrounded by primroses and irises so violently violet they seemed more like purple flames than blossoms. Ahead, sunflower stalks rose towards their namesake, their flowers still raw and green.

She lay back down and admired the clusters of lilac blossoms swaying on the branches at the edge of her vision, their scent suddenly distinct and intoxicating now that she could see them. Had they been in bloom when she had last been awake? She couldn't remember. When had she fallen asleep, for that matter? All she knew was that she was more alive breathing in the sudden summer enshrouding than she had been for quite some time now.

The wind carried with it the sound of someone gently humming to themselves. Mokou listened for a while, her eyes still on the lilacs, then spoke without moving. "Did you mean to use me as a flowerbed?"

The tune tapered to silence. Yuuka's voice was as pleasant as ever and ringed from far closer than Mokou had guessed. "Of course not. Corpses make for far better fertiliser than live bodies."

Mokou was careful not to crush the sweet alyssum as she turned to her side to look at Yuuka. She was vaguely aware her new position was bad for her back — and the fact she noticed that was practically a miracle by itself. Either way, she chose to bear it. Her body would recover from anything she put it through one way or another, while the blossoms around her only had one chance.

The section of the meadow Yuuka knelt in was dotted with poppies as red as her dress. She looked at once like a flower herself, one which had only sprouted into existence alongside rest of the meadow's splendour, and like she was as permanent as the ground beneath them. She appeared to have already forgotten Mokou's presence as she tended to the flowers. Her smile as she cupped her hands around a struggling sunflower sapling was as gentle as a dewdrop on a rose petal. Mokou knew her well enough to be certain she would never bestow a look like that upon anything else in the world. Even witnessing it from the sidelines was another small miracle.

Still, she thought she had seen that exact smile once before. When had it been? She only seemed to run into Yuuka once in a century, but even that meant they had met at least...

She sat up and looked away before she blurted out the question that leapt to her tongue. It could wait. For now, she wished to savour the utter sense of calm in the garden for a moment longer.

Looking to her left, she saw the dandelions which had dominated the meadow before hadn't been eradicated: they continued to bloom alongside the poppies and more showy garden plants. They had been weeds, once, then becoming a blessing from the gods, then simply becoming something to grace the lands she wandered through regardless of what anyone else thought of them.

She stood and navigated carefully to where the patch of dandelions was at its thickest. She had expected to see insects once she got close enough to flowers, but she was still surprised to find a bumblebee crawling all over the largest of the dandelions, clearly savouring every moment as it gorged itself on its pollen and nectar. It wasn't alone, either: the longer Mokou stood in place, the greater the number of bumblebees buzzing around the flowers.

"I thought bumblebees were extinct."

She spoke the words to the wind, but Yuuka's ears had always been sharp. "Yes, I feared the same. But it seems they have recovered quite admirably."

Mokou left the bumblebees to their toil and began ambling towards Yuuka, keeping an eye out for more dandelions as she did so. She discovered several which had completed their bloom, their spherical clusters of cloudy seeds swaying in the wind as if begging to fly away.

She bent lower as she walked and snapped the stem of one of the dandelion clocks. It took her several blows to dislodge all of the seeds, but soon enough she got to watch as they floated towards where the sunlight was at its brightest and slowly scattered.

She turned to see Yuuka smiling at her. It was a different smile from the one she had given to the poppies — it was sharper, for one — but it seemed genuine enough.

Mokou placed her hands in her pockets as she studied Yuuka. Suddenly, the question which had attempted to escape from her earlier was simply in the air between them. "Do you ever feel old?"

Yuuka's eyes grew darker. Her smile didn't waver for a second. "At times, yes." She turned away to gaze at the garden and observed it for so long Mokou wasn't certain she ever meant to continue until she suddenly did. "The changing of the seasons keeps me feeling young. Why would I worry about the years on my shoulders when there are new blossoms blooming every single day?"

Mokou watched her in silence for a moment longer, then walked over to stand by her side. She swept her eyes across the flowers all around them, wondering all the while just how differently Yuuka saw them from her. "It's a good thing you relish change."

"Indeed. Still, there is something very delightful about a flower that blooms in all seasons."

Mokou brought her attention back to Yuuka and found herself to be the target of close scrutiny and a bright smile. It was not the smile she usually greeted people with, nor was it the one she reserved for flowers. It was stunning all the same, especially as it reached her eyes and lit them up like rubies.

Mokou extracted her hand from her pocket and held it out. Still smiling, Yuuka took it.

"So." Mokou faced the horizon. "Just how far does this garden stretch on?"

"Quite far. We could take a stroll through it if you happen to have the time."

Mokou flashed a smile at the sun and squeezed Yuuka's hand, breathing in a scent that seemed to contain the flowers of all seasons at once. "I still have all the time in the world."

#thshipweek #mimic fics

[friftar]

Guess who can't draw but found a cool picrew to make some Hellings!

That they ended up looking too "pretty" and like anime-esque white-skinned Drow with horns just kinda happened, but the more I think about the second bit, the more I like that they are "weird-looking" in a Zamonian context because they look more humanoid than your average Overworlder (most of which, with the exception of gnomes, dwarves, and nocturnomaths, have prominent animal features). Given how few humans are up and about in Zamonia, I guess they'd be considered bizarre.

Since there is a disappointing lack in cool medieval hats in this, they have hair and their horns are visible. I'd say that normally, nobles decorate their horns with jewelry or they cover them with hennins/escoffions, but alas. Also, since they're all either rich or work for the rich people - naturally, they need to look at least kinda fancy.

Images under the cut + explanations of some creative choices.

First comes, of course, the king, Gornab/Gaunab.

He looks positively mad but not as insanely ugly as he is described in the book (which, I think is difficult to make in a picrew. Heiko Nerenz drew him - and Ticktack - once and that image has lived rent-free in my head).

The purple mists are meant to simulate the Gornabian Madness, and the halo naturally refers to him being the scion of a clan that was meant for greatness thanks to a prophecy. Gave him a nice crown too that he wears on casual days. Sadly there were no options for red gemstones, to hint at the Hellings' obsession with blood and violence.

Also, I like to think that while they all universally have white skin, silver-white hair, and white horns, there's quite some diversity when it comes to eye colours - although darker colours are almost non-existent, since light eyes make some sense in a subterranean setting. Gornab's are a very light-blue, perfect for that "staring into your soul" creepiness factor.

Next up is everyone's favourite royal adviser, Friftar.

I always found it hilarious how the book basically said that outside of the Netherworld, he'd be considered hideous and demon-like but by Helling beauty standards, he's quite the looker. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. He doesn't look as much of a schemer as I'd like to, but that's because I really wanted to keep the protrudent teeth, so he just looks pensive - like the philosopher king he so desperately wishes he was.

The spiderwebs behind him have him in the middle of his web of spionage, intrigue, secrecy, etc., and the red for his less-than-noble intentions.

I couldn't stop myself from giving him both a collier and also a piece of clothing that isn't black - mostly because in my personal headcanons, they do indeed wear other colors; but only together with black and they have to be dark. Thought about making his sash grey to refer to his being Gornab's grey eminence, but then went with purple since it's considered a regal colour and what Friftar wants most is to be king himself. Also, it matches with the lilac eyes.

And yes, he and Gornab wear blush. They're the most powerful men in the Netherworld, of course they wear make-up.

The third Helling is, surprise, someone who's not godawful - Ukobach.

Yes, I know he is bald, but this one had no good bald option (shocking, I know) so I chose to give him a mop of hair that kinda ended up looking like a mullet. My boy is looking stressed as he is throughout most of the book (not even the evil-looking red eyes can distract from the fact that he looks like he's about to have a breakdown!), and while he doesn't get a wooden spear, he gets a sword - not that he knows how to use it, but better to be safe than to be sorry.

Tried to make him look very youthful, but it's still funny he's the only Helling who gets to have a beard - while also being a mere teenager or at most a very young adult while Friftar and Gornab are implied to be middle-aged. Or maybe Ukobach's goatee is a gesture of rebellion and noble Helling men are meant to be clean-shaven in a way male members of Roman patriarch families used to?

Still, to denote his status, he gets some gemstones on a necklace. Not as extravagant clothing as implied to wear in the book, but he's hiding in underneath his cloak.

And then, because I can't help myself, my two girls! Since they're my own creations, it was all fun and games with them. Behold!

From The Gornab of All Gornabs, one of the main characters, Isari, dancer and entertainer at the king's court and reluctant valet to King Gornab.

Like Ukobach, I tried to make her look quite young as she is in her early adulthood (but older than Ukobach) although just like him, she's the opposite of stupid - except she's more streetsmart than the nobles she works for. Behind those big amber eyes hides a quick mind.

Since I made her as she appears in TGOAG, she was technically on the job and dressed for it, to be able to move freely during her performances instead of wearing heavy and layered robes like the courtiers do. She gets a set of flashy but otherwise plain earrings but no collier or otherwise significant jewelry and a lack of precious stones to show she is of humble origin.

She suffers from an injury while saving Gornab from the fate of being squashed during the cave-in that heals steadily but in the long-term has reduced her career as an agile artist to nothing, so sticking to the king's side is what's best for her for now.

Last but not least comes Lady Jesrin Khiendriel, the Baroness of Lesser Hel with a thirst for vengeance, who puts herself in Friftar's way to the throne of Hel in Prince of Peace with her own claim to the Crown.

Although, really, if you would ask the Helling residents of Lesser Hel, they'd really like to change the name of their city. Also, while the Khiendriels are nobility themselves, the title of Baron/ess is really just a glorified way to call them a mayor, but they're insistent.

She wants to rule the city herself, primarily because she has a claim but also because her family tried to overthrow the Gornabs some decades ago with very little success. The citizens of Hel view the Khiendriels and the Hellings of Lesser Hel with derision/disgust/mockery/etc, she is not exactly welcomed with open arms. And of course there's the titular prince of peace, who isn't going to let some parochial vassal steal his thunder. He does everything within his power to discredit her, fully employing his remaining spies and own resources to destroy her. So, those eyes that are focused on her? That's Friftar.

An able ruler that has ruled her domain for years and became popular amongst her subjects, Jesrin is very confident, you might even say openly self-sufficient and smug. It's not unjustified because she proves to be a formidable opponent to Friftar, but he does to her as well after she underestimated him, and that frustrates both of them to no end.

Jesrin is a lady of wealth and taste, and she certainly dresses the part. Like any good aristocrat, she's a fan of her jewelry. She's not there yet where she can wear a crown, but I seriously thought about it. Lesser Hel is also somewhat warmer than the capital, so she tends to wear warmer clothes in the comparatively cold Hel.

So much for that!

Maybe I can add the portraits of some other prominent Helling OCs later, but that's it :)

#zamonia #zamonien #gaunab #gornab #friftar #ukobach #helling ocs #netherworld

[cqlfeels]

Apologies in advance for the theorising, but I have a question about Wei Wuxian/Ying. Before he defects from the Jiang sect, why do they allow him to wear red and black robes if he's been inducted into the main family and the other male disciples wear purple? (I noticed that Jiang Yanli doesn't wear purple very often. Doesn't she have a golden core? (And therefore cannot be part of the work the sect does, so they do not give her the robes?))

I understand, from a writer's point of view, this is done to single him out as the anti-hero protagonist, but wasn't he the head disciple one point? Surely, they would make him represent the sect by wearing purple? Or was it simply because when they picked WWX up from the streets, they tried to give them to Him and he refused? Or did Yu-furen (Madam Yu) refuse to give him the robes because WWX was just a street rat, and he didn't deserve them?

Design questions depend on specific adaptations. I'll assume you mean CQL, but let me know if I got it wrong.

I usually prefer to try and answer questions from Watsonian points of view, but I have yet to think of something that would make sense in-universe?

What I think happened with CQL is that most of the show takes place when WWX is on good(-ish) terms with Yunmeng Jiang, but the showrunners also wanted to have the iconic white!LWJ/black!WWX look, so it was easier to just... Have WWX wear black and red most of the time. But that's just a guess.

If I were coming up with designs, I'd do one of the following

Only the sect leader's family wears the colors of the sect. This would allow WWX to dress in other colors, but then so would background characters, so it's a moot point in terms of making the protagonist stand out

WWX wears the colors of Yunmeng Jiang, and changes to red and black when he breaks with the sect. I would even take it a step further and dress him as a head disciple, more like a background character than like a sect leader's son

As for JYL, the drama seems to imply she doesn't really cultivate due to vague health issues. But she does wear the colors of the sect! She just does it in pastel shades. That pink/lilac stands for purple probably isn't lost on you, but she also likes aquamarine, which stands for the teal we see JC and Yu furen wear. I'm not sure if the teal is supposed to bring to mind water or lotus leaves, but it's definitely meant to be part of the Yunmeng Jiang palette in CQL.

On that note, I know there's a Great post somewhere about the best designs for each part of the story (@layzeal it was by you, wasn't it?) but I can't seem to find it 😭

[acacia-may]

It’s A Future Problem

Black Bulls Family Fluff Fic

In trying to decide which of my stories to put up on my Tumblr blog first, this is the one that came to mind. It’s an older one, but it’s one of my favourite things I’ve ever written. I just love Black Bulls family fluff & shenanigans! Thank you for reading!!

Description:  Random items are appearing and disappearing through spatial portals throughout the Black Bulls' hideout causing more chaos among the squad than usual. Finral swears his innocence despite an overwhelming amount of evidence to the contrary and is bewildered by his own collection of treasures that keep inexplicably turning up on his desk. However, when the squad teams up to set a trap to catch the mysterious mischief-maker, they get much more than they bargained for. Perhaps there are some mysteries that are better left unsolved...

Rating: T (for some language but mostly just fluffy & fun)

Fandom: Black Clover [**This story takes place early in the series before the arc in the Sea/Underwater Temple but includes some jokes that are dependent on knowledge of things that happen later in the series (so vague(?) spoilers through Ch. 124/Ep. 120/mid-season 3)**]

Genre: Black Bulls Family Fluff & Shenanigans

Characters: Finral Roulacase, Noelle Silva, Vanessa Enoteca, Yami Sukehiro, Asta, Magna Swing, Luck Voltia, Charmy Pappitson, & OC [Kalon]. 

Word Count: 4,229

No clear/explicitly stated pairings. (Please do with this information what you will) 

Link to original post on AO3.

Story #1 in the “Future Problems” Series

Link to “A Mixer Mix-Up” Story #2 

Link to “Little Wonders” Story #3 (Stand-Alone Side Story which does not need to be read in order)

Story Under the Cut:

It started with a rock—a mishappen but particularly shiny stone that appeared almost randomly on the desk where Finral wrote his mission reports. He hadn’t thought much about it at the time assuming one of his squad mates had put it there, either randomly or for some reason he didn’t understand. But then there was the feather, several acorns, a thimble, some leaves, a handful of buttons, and a few pieces of candy—all of which inexplicably appeared on the same corner of the desk over the course of a week. Finral began to suspect that these random items were being left there intentionally, but he wasn’t entirely sure by whom until a small bouquet of flowers appeared one afternoon and he decided to take a wild guess.

“Um…Vanessa?” Finral asked as he walked up to her with the lilacs that had been waiting for him on the desk.

Vanessa tilted her head at the purple blossoms. “It’s been awhile since you’ve given me flowers,” she laughed. “I don’t even recognize these ones.”

“I wasn’t…” Finral stumbled in confusion. “Didn’t you leave these for me?”

Vanessa shook her head. “No.”

“On the desk upstairs—like you left the rock and the feather and buttons and candy…” his voice trailed as he tried to remember all the random items that had been appearing recently. Vanessa’s brow furrowed.

“I didn’t leave anything for you, but I was thinking about it ever since you gave me those limes.” Her face brightened. “They’re so fresh. They’ll be great for cocktails later!”

“Limes?” interrupted Finral—his brow furrowing. “I didn’t give you any limes.”

Vanessa chuckled. “If you want your presents to be anonymous you probably shouldn’t portal them into my room while I’m sitting right there.” She frowned. “Speaking of, how did you even get past my traps to get in, in the first place?”

“Wha…what?” Finral choked, his cheeks growing warm. If he was being perfectly honest, he had considered and theorized about how someone could or would get past those traps—his face flushed at the thought—but he had never actually tried it and was fairly certain he would fail if he did.

“Come on, Finral,” said Vanessa tilting her head. “I know you can’t make portals to places you haven’t been before.”

“But I…I haven’t…I didn’t...I’ve never even been to the girls’ side of the hideout,” he stammered. “There’s no way I could’ve made a portal into your room.”

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed as they met his. He swallowed hard. “I saw it,” she said. “You can’t lie to me.”

“Vanessa, I swear…I didn’t…” he choked. “Are you sure you saw…?”

“Yes,” she cut him off with a huff. “There was this small, shiny spatial portal, two limes fell through it, and then it disappeared.”

“You gave Vanessa limes?” huffed Noelle, stomping into the hideout’s common room. Finral tilted his head. She was far more upset about this than he would have expected but maybe it was more at the implication that he could somehow make portals into the girls’ side of the hideout.

He held up both of his hands. “I didn’t…” he began to protest, but Noelle cut him off irritably.

“You give Vanessa limes, but you gave me a disgusting piece of candy that got stuck in my hair.” Noelle seethed and motioned to the brightly colored taffy that was currently stuck in one of her pigtails. Finral’s mouth flew open in shock and confusion. Noelle scrunched up her face furiously. “It won’t come out. Everything I’ve tried has just made it worse.”

“Finral!” Vanessa scolded, and she walked over to inspect the sticky substance in Noelle’s hair as Finral began to ramble.

“I don’t…I don’t even have any taffy, and even if I did I wouldn’t just…” he stopped abruptly. “Why do you think I’m responsible for…?”  

“Because I saw your portal!” Noelle insisted irritably. “This gross, sticky gunk just flew out of it right into my hair.”

“What?” Finral shook his head. “But that doesn’t make any…”

“That’s nothing—you should see what he did to Magna!” interjected Luck. Laughing, he bounded through the doorway followed by a drenched and irate flame mage.

“What the heck, man?” Magna snapped as he pushed his sopping, deflated hair out of his face.

Luck clearly found this hilarious as he erupted into laughter. “He’s soaking wet!”

“It’s not funny.” Magna glared at him, then at Finral. “What is wrong with you? Asta, Luck, and I were just out training when suddenly you decide to open a portal and pour milk all over me.”

“It was great! Do it again!” Luck beamed at Finral with a giant grin, but the rest of their companions were clearly incensed with him. Finral rubbed his hand across his forehead. He was so confused—his head was starting to spin.

“But I didn’t…I don’t understand…I’m sorry that all this happened, but I…” He stopped as he was interrupted by Gordon shoving two hands full of buttons into his face and mumbling something Finral couldn’t understand. “I don’t…”

“Hey Finral,” exclaimed Asta with a wave and smile. Finral sighed in relief, at least there was one person who wasn’t mad at him. “Thanks for the cool rock!” he added excited, holding up a jagged grey stone. What?

“Yeah and you hit Asta on the head with that rock!” added the already irritated Magna.

“Why didn’t you throw anything at me?” pouted Luck.

Before Finral could even begin to formulate a response, Charmy rushed in pointing an accusatory finger at him as fury seemingly billowed off of her tiny body in waves.

“There you are, cupcake stealer!”

Finral held up his hands. “Charmy, I promise I didn’t…” he tried to explain helplessly, but Charmy scowled.

“I was making those cupcakes for dessert after dinner, and I sat them down on the counter for just a second before they disappeared through a spatial portal and these were left in their place.” She forcefully shoved a handful of acorns at him. “You think acorns make up for running off with those yummy, delicious treats—? What do you have to say for yourself?”

Finral opened his mouth but could barely choke out any sounds let alone any words. Had he hit his head earlier? Were they all playing some kind of joke on him? None of this made any sense at all—he felt like he was in some sort of alternate reality.

“And even worse you knocked over my sculpture of Marie,” interjected Gauche. Finral didn’t even know when he had gotten there.

“Listen, everybody, I don’t know what’s going on, but I promise I haven’t been sending any of this…”—he waved his hands around, trying to think of the proper word—“stuff through any portals.”

“Finral!” bellowed the loud, booming voice of an irate Captain Yami. It reverberated through the room from wherever he was in the hideout—probably the bathroom, Finral guessed. “You better bring that last roll of toilet paper back in here right now or I swear…”

Finral threw up his hands. “I didn’t take it! I’ve been right here the whole time!” he cried—desperately defending his innocence. “All of this stuff—I didn’t do it. You guys have to believe me!”

“If you didn’t do it, who did? It’s not like there are any other spatial mages who can open portals in our hideout,” argued Noelle.

“I don’t know, but there has to be some other explanation. I’ve been finding weird things recently, too.” He hadn’t actually seen any portals, but he felt he didn’t need to add that part.

“Yeah, we can’t just accuse Finral without any proof like this,” interjected Asta, and Finral’s eyes grew a bit misty as he smiled gratefully at him. What a kind boy—he was so glad Captain Yami had brought him onto their squad as their new rookie.

“We should set a trap!” suggested Luck.

Charmy grinned in agreement. “Yes, let’s catch that nom napper in the act!”

“I’ll go get some wine for the stakeout,” Vanessa chuckled as she headed out of the hideout to visit the market followed by Gordon who was generally responsible for the squad’s money.

“Someone had better bring that toilet paper, damn it!” boomed Captain Yami’s voice over the excited planning and chattering of the squad. Finral sighed and portal-ed away quickly to attend to the Captain’s “emergency” leaving his squad behind to plan their trap for that mysterious spatial magic mischief-maker.

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When Finral returned to the hideout’s common room with Captain Yami, he found his squad mates—besides Vanessa and Gordon who were still at the market buying wine and Gauche who had probably lost interest since this plan had nothing to do with Marie—hiding rather obviously behind furniture, watching a conspicuous plate of cupcakes on the table. Finral rolled his eyes. He didn’t know what he had been expecting, but whoever was causing all this trouble would have to be completely stupid to fall for such a basic, obvious…

Suddenly, a small portal appeared in front of the table, and a hand reached out to take one of the cupcakes. Finral rolled his eyes again. He supposed he had spoken—or rather thought—too soon.

Luck bolted out from behind the couch and grabbed the hand by the wrist. “Gotcha!” he cried triumphantly as the rest of squad jumped up from their hiding places.

“I told you guys it wasn’t me,” huffed Finral, making sure they all saw that as he was clearly standing in the room with them, there was no way he was on the other side of that portal.

Captain Yami walked over to Luck and helped him pull the hand—and the perpetrator—through the portal. “Alright, ya little hooligan, how the hell did you—?” He stopped, and Noelle and Charmy gasped almost in unison as they all gazed upon the face of the troublemaker. He couldn’t have been older than seven or eight and stared back at them with wide, confused eyes. With a full head of messy, thick hair that clearly wouldn’t lay flat and a familiar bright smile that spread across his small, rosy cheeks—Finral nearly choked—the kid looked just like…

“Why is Finral so tiny?” asked Asta tilting his head in confusion.

“That’s not, Finral, knucklehead,” Captain Yami grunted.

“How do you know?” questioned Magna, and the Captain huffed narrowing his eyes at him.

“Look at him—he’s a pipsqueak, and his eyes are a different color, dum…”—the Captain paused, meeting the eyes of the kid in question and seemingly censoring himself—“moron.”

The kid’s smile brightened. “Oh hi, Uncle Yami!” he said as he stared up at the Captain in enthusiastic recognition.

The Captain raised an eyebrow at him. “And who exactly are you, kid?”

The boy giggled with a somewhat unnervingly familiar laugh, “You know who I am, silly?”

The Captain’s eyes narrowed, but the boy seemed either not to notice or not to care. “What’s your name?”

“Kalon,” he replied with a smile, but his eyes widened as he looked around the room. “Oh wow! Uncle Luck and Uncle Magna are here, too. And Uncle Asta and Aunt Noelle” —his face lit up—“Aunt Noelle you look different but really pretty!”

“Ah…ah…uh…” Noelle sputtered as she looked from Kalon to Finral who was stunned speechless. Finral could only blink at her. He felt like he had been hit on the back of the head and could scarcely put a coherent thought together.

“Hey Kalon, how’s it goin’?” asked Asta with a smile. The rest of squad gaped at him.

“You know this kid?” questioned the Captain, but Asta shrugged.

“No, but he said I was his uncle…”

“Wait, are we really his uncles?” asked Luck. “If I’m his uncle, that means we can fight, right?”  

“I’m not allowed to fight you until I get my grimoire, Uncle Luck,” Kalon replied with a chuckle. “Dad said.”

“Who exactly is your dad, kid?” asked Captain Yami.

Charmy took a deep breath and began, “You don’t actually think—”

“Aunt Charmy!” Kalon exclaimed with wide, excited eyes. “Thanks for the cupcakes!”

Charmy’s mouth twitched just barely in the corners, but she frowned. “You stole those. They were for dinner.”

“And you poured milk on me,” Magna huffed as he began to count on his fingers—“stole toilet paper, hit Asta with a rock, and stuck candy in Noelle’s hair”

Kalon’s face fell. “I’m sorry. I’m still learning how to work my magic. I didn’t know where the portals were going.”

“So you just sent random things through to who knows where?” questioned Noelle with a pointed glare.

Kalon shrugged. “I sent other things too—good things, like my favorite rock, a cool feather I found, some limes…Ooh! And some pretty flowers too. I could sense my dad’s mana so I thought it was okay…”  

Yami narrowed his eyes at the kid. “Your dad…is that Finral?”

Finral nearly choked as Yami motioned to him, and Noelle groaned in disgust.

“You…you can’t just…ask…” Finral stammered. He was dreaming right? This was a dream—it had to be.

Kalon tilted his head and glanced over at Finral in confusion. “Dad? Is that you…?” His little brow furrowed like he was thinking, another look that was all too familiar. This was starting to get very—Finral wasn’t sure there was a word for it so he decided on—weird.

“Oh my…” Noelle exclaimed seemingly too horrified to even finish her thought. She shook her head muttering, “Gross…”

“I think it’s great!” exclaimed Asta. “I love kids! Congratulations, Finral.”

“But…but uh…um…” he choked—his mouth growing suddenly dry and the words getting caught in the back of his throat. The whole room felt like it was spinning, and his head was throbbing.

“I don’t want to live in a world where Finral has…”—Noelle’s face contorted into a grimace, and she wrinkled her nose in appalled disgust—“reproduced…”

Finral was so shocked by the whole situation that he couldn’t find the words to protest—he couldn’t even find it in him to glare at Noelle. All he could do was blink at her dumbstruck until the Captain glowered at him, gritting his teeth.

“Finral, what’s the one rule we have on this squad?”

“The…the ‘one rule’…?” he stammered in reply but stopped abruptly at Yami’s icy, admonishing glare. He swallowed hard and answered quietly, “‘No babies on the squad,’ Sir.”

Finral fidgeted uncomfortably as Yami glanced at Kalon and narrowed his eyes. “And what am I looking at right now?”

“I…I...I have no idea…” Finral spluttered. “But there’s no way… I mean just do the math, Sir…there’s no way I could have a kid this old…”  

“Hey kid, is Finral here your dad?” asked Yami bluntly as Finral let out an almost horrified choke.

Kalon frowned. “Those jokes are mean. Mom says…”

“Mom?” gasped several horrified voices—Finral’s not being one of them as his face was blushing beet red at the idea and he struggled to find his words.

“What kind of woman…?” began Noelle before she grimaced and shut her mouth as Kalon’s entire face seemed to light up.

“Mom is the best! She’s my favorite person besides Dad,” he paused glancing at Finral inquisitively. “What are you doing here, Dad? How can you be in two places at once?”

“Two…places at…once?” choked Finral—his brow furrowing. Kalon’s brow furrowed in much the same way before he partially ducked his head through his portal.

“Dad, how can you be in two places at once?” he called to the other side. After a pause he said, “No really, you’re on the other side of this portal too.” Pause. “It’s to Uncle Henry’s house.”

“Who is Henry?” questioned Magna as a strange look passed over Captain Yami’s face.

“Does he want to steal our hideout? I’ll fight him for it!” exclaimed Luck puffing out his chest a little.

“Shut up, knuckleheads,” grunted the Captain rolling his eyes.

Finral shook his head and tried to focus the best he could on the one-sided conversation Kalon seemed to be having—though he couldn’t seem to focus on much of anything. His brain was fried—his head was completely empty.

Kalon smiled brightly at him before he said to the other side of the portal, “It’s different—kinda floofy and it sticks up on the sides but not as much. It’s all in your face too...” He paused and tilted his head at Finral before he turned to the other side of the portal. “No, there isn’t any green in it.”

Finral’s eyes narrowed, and he just barely shook his head in confusion. What in the world was this kid talking about?

Kalon looked around the room before he said, “Uncle Yami, Uncle Magna, Uncle Luck, Aunt Charmy, Aunt Noelle, Uncle Asta, and…” He paused and smiled. “Oh hi, Aunt Secre! I didn’t see you before.” The Black Bulls looked around at each other in bewilderment.

“Who is that?” questioned Noelle.

Yami shrugged. “Even I don’t know that one.”

“Well maybe she’s around here somewhere,” said Asta, and he began looking almost frantically for this mysterious person while Nero flew off of his head and settled in on a windowsill instead, probably preferring a perch that wasn’t moving around so much.  

“Do you want to play hide and seek?” asked Kalon to seemingly no one—or perhaps this mysterious ‘Aunt Secre’ whoever that was—before he turned his attention back to the other side of his portal. “Oh…” he looked around. “No, she isn’t. Uncle Gordon isn’t either and neither is Uncle Gauche. And…” Kalon frowned. “Aw man…Uncle Zora isn’t here either.”

“Now, he’s just making people up,” interrupted Magna with a shake of his head.

“Aunt Grey is missing too, but there’s somebody…I don’t know who they are…” Kalon’s eyes narrowed at Grey who he had just said was missing. Finral blinked rapidly. He couldn’t even begin to wonder what was going on.

“Oh yeah, he has both arms and they look okay to me!” Kalon said seemingly at random.

“Whose arms? Who is he talking about?” asked Charmy who was practically bouncing up and down in energetic confusion.

“You got a lotta explaining to do, kid,” Captain Yami interrupted him, giving his arm a gentle tug.

Kalon looked up into his face and smiled. “Have you been to the beach recently?”

Captain Yami blinked. He clearly had no idea how to respond to that.

“Clearly this kid inherited Finral’s scatterbrain,” huffed Noelle with a sigh.

“We went to the beach once. It was really fun. We got to build a sand castle and…” Kalon was jerked backwards as if whoever was on the other side of this portal was pulling his other arm.

“That sounds awesome,” interjected Asta enthusiastically. “I’ve always wanted to go to the beach.”

“They haven’t been yet…” said Kalon turning his head. There was a long pause, and Kalon nodded solemnly. “Oh…okay…” He turned back to the bewildered Black Bulls. “My dad says I’m not allowed to talk to you anymore because I'm a time traveler and it might change the future,” he said with a cheerful nonchalance that did not fit at all with what he had said.

“What the hell?” exclaimed Captain Yami seemingly too shocked to remember to censor himself in front of the kid.

Kalon shrugged. “Dad said he thought this might happen, but he wasn’t sure. He says my portals can travel back in time instead of just to other places…” He paused and smiled at Finral who could only gape at him. His ‘supposedly’ future son could ‘supposedly’ time travel now? Could today get any crazier?

“I guess that means you’re my young dad then!” added Kalon with a smile that faded a little when he added, “Dad says I can’t play with you anymore because it might change things…but someday when I can use my magic better, I’m going to come back so we can all play together!” His face brightened. “You all seem like lots of fun when you’re young!”

“Are we not fun when we’re older?” gasped Luck in horror. “Did we all get…”—his volume dropped as if he didn’t want to say it aloud—“boring?”

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” said Kalon with a sympathetic smile. “I have to go now. Sorry for causing all that trouble…I’ll try to be more careful.” He looked down at the cupcake in his hand.

“Can I take this with me, Aunt Charmy?”

“Sure,” she shrugged a bit unsurely, but she smiled.

Kalon nodded and waved goodbye saying, “See you later! Have fun at the beach—especially you, Young Dad!”

“Wait!” exclaimed Finral—his body somehow moving on its own and gently grabbing onto Kalon’s arm before he disappeared through the portal. “Who is your mother?” he choked out almost desperately. Finral almost sighed with relief knowing he could’ve never forgiven himself if he had let his ‘supposedly’ future son disappear without asking. He shook his head at the thought. Honestly, this day…

Kalon laughed. “Dad said you would ask that, Young Dad.” He sighed. “But he says if I tell you, it might change the future and that would be bad because we’re all really happy.” His smile brightened, and Finral’s face softened, his mouth just barely twitching into a slight smile.

“I’m happy…?” he asked, almost in a whisper. “In the future…?”

“Very happy,” said Kalon with an affectionate smile and wide, loving eyes that overwhelmed Finral with a wave of emotion he couldn’t decipher or understand. He wiped his eyes as he sniffled, and Kalon sat down his cupcake on the table and patted Finral’s head gently with his hand. “You’re the best! That’s why I left you all those presents.”

Finral gasped, blinking his misty eyes. So all of those random little things…they were presents for him after all. He sniffled again but cleared his throat.

“Thank you for the gifts,” he managed with a slight smile. “Especially the flowers.” He held up the bouquet he had been gripping in his sweaty fist, and Kalon smiled brightly.

“I’m glad you liked them, and I’m glad I got to meet you when you were young!” he replied with cheery laugh. “And all of you too!” he added to the room at large. “Though I still don’t know who that is…” His brow furrowed towards Grey who exhaled.

“That’s Grey,” said Asta.

“Really? Wow! You look way different in the future,” laughed Kalon as he turned to disappear through the portal. “I hope I didn’t mess it up…” he added with a strikingly familiar, breathy laugh as he rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. Captain Yami shook his head in disbelief, but Finral could only gape at him as he turned around one last time and said with a wink, “Dad says to hang in there, Young Dad!”

Finral smiled—he supposed—at his future, which wasn’t looking all that bad, after all, and he even managed to wave goodbye as Kalon disappeared through the portal. The Black Bulls watched the portal flicker and vanish with their jaws open in dumbfounded shock and confusion—their common room had never been so quiet with so many of them in there before.

As soon as all traces of Kalon’s portal had completely evaporated, Finral let out the breath he had been holding and finally choked out the words he had so desperately been wanting to say, “What the actual hell?”

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Epilogue:

When Vanessa and Gordon returned from the market, they found their entire squad essentially stunned speechless.

“What happened?” asked Vanessa in confusion.

“Don’t wanna talk about it…” Magna mumbled, shaking his head before stalking off.

“Okay…?” Vanessa tilted her head. “Did you figure out who was causing all that trouble with those portals?”

“Yeah,” answered Luck scrunching up his face. “He says I’m going to be boring! I’m not going to be boring! Magna fight me so I can prove I’m not boring!” he added running off after Magna.

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed. “Who says? Luck? Wait! Who was it?”

“You know,” said Charmy shoving a whole cupcake in her mouth. “There are some things that you’re better off not knowing.”

“I wish I didn’t know…” Noelle huffed with an almost disgusted scowl.

“But then we would have never learned about time travel magic, and it’s so cool. It’s like the wizard king’s magic!” exclaimed Asta, and Finral who had been deep in thought in the corner practically jumped up.

“That’s it! I marry the Wizard King’s sister in the future!” he gasped excitedly. “Yeah, his super kind, super beautiful, and super amazing sister—that makes sense!”

“He doesn’t have a sister, dumbass,” Captain Yami huffed before he turned to Vanessa. “Oh, thank goodness. Please tell me you brought wine…”

“Yeah…I did…” her voice trailed as she held out the box of wine bottles to Captain Yami. He took one and picked up one of the corkscrews they had lying around. Once he had opened it, he drank straight from the bottle. Vanessa blinked at him—her jaw falling slightly slack. “Can someone tell me what’s going on?”

“I can,” grunted the Captain. “But you’re probably going to want to open another bottle of wine first…”

The End

#black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #black clover oc #the black bulls #finral roulacase #noelle silva #vanessa enoteca #yami sukehiro #asta black clover #magna swing #luck voltia #charmy pappitson #black bulls family #self indulgent #thanks for reading #warm and fuzzy #mystery solved

[daydreamrry]

Hi mod! I hope you are doing well! I had some more free time today so I wanted to update everyone on my thoughts!

1. I think daydreaming, satellite, little freak, and music for a sushi restaurant are my new favorites. 🍋

2. Why do I love air signs? I’m a Taurus raised by fire signs? I never confess my crushes by I always have them on air signs like HUH? (I guess my family life is so chaotic that one more person to the chaos does not affect me. 🧮)

3. I’m not sure if I should get PHD in education or a last/ last masters in communications? (Not sure what I should do! I’m currently teaching but interested in fashion and corporate communications/pr.) ⚡️

4. Im trying to decide what color gifts I should get my sister for when she comes home yellow or lilac?

5. I hope you are also reaching goals as well and feel free to answer any of my questions mod. (I know you are tried of ✨those✨ ask about you know who. 😭🤣)

Sunny anon 🌞

yesss i will gladly take life updates and answering random questions than talking about auntie! anywhooooo definitely agree with #1. top 4 songs on the album!

i have no idea which signs are air LMAO but my best friend is a taurus too <3

i think whatever YOU want to do and whatever interests YOU the most is what matters. think about your future and what you want to and can see yourself doing.

LILAC! purple is my favorite color and i love every shade of it so definitely lilac!!!!!

hope that you’re doing well 💗

#🌞 anon

[night-fall-moon]

Chapter 3: Recreation—Redoubt

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The next few days were pretty uneventful. Most of the stuff that happened was meeting with Shimoguchi in the hospital. After his whole team was slaughtered mercilessly he resided in the stiff bed after help arrived and rescued him, treating all his minor injuries.

Although it was Akane's job to join both Haise and Akira during these moments she decided to leave it all to the both of them deeming the task, "boring." Instead she walked over to the familiar scent of ground coffee and sweet, sweet, sugar. Her beige coat engulfed her curvy figure as she entered the warm café. A little bell at the top of the door alerting the barista upfront.

Her dark purple swaying behind her as she greeted the new customer with a small smile. Her voice coming out smoothly, her upturned smile making itself present in her voice.

"Welcome to Re, what can I get you..?"

Her eyes widened in surprise as she trailed off. In front of her stood the short woman. Her lilac hair pulled up into a messy bun, her lips stained a bloody red making her pale complexion stand out even more. Her lips curled into a small smile, "Hi, Touka," she waved.

The woman felt conflicted, but a small warmth spread throughout her chest seeing a familiar face after all these years of living in solitude.

"I hope you don't mind brewing me a drink."

"I.. uh. Sure, plain brew?"

Nodding she sat by the counter up front and waited patiently. She looked around the place and noticed shelves and shelves of books on the walls of the café. They varied from informational novels, romance, historical fiction, thrillers, and other varying genres. The vibe of the café was calm, cozy—it felt like a safe haven, the dim lights making her feel at home.

In an instant Touka came back and settled the cup in front of her.

"Nice place you got here, Touka. Reminds me of Anteiku, you know? But the books are throwing me off." She said as she sipped the scalding liquid, her throat burning at the temperature, but she managed the pain.

"What are you doing here?" Touka inquired, feeling a bit off edge at her sudden appearance.

"You know you aren't being slick with the books. I bet if Kaneki visited he'd move in—in point five seconds." She chuckled as her fingers traced the rim of the coffee cup.

The dark haired woman blushed at the words and tried to deny every word that came out of the busty woman's mouth. Cheeks became increasingly red as she stuttered over her words. Akane just laughed at the younger woman and shook her head.

"You're so easy to read, grape."

"W-what are you doing here?" She crossed her arms.

"Can't I visit? Damn, first, Nishiki, now you? Guess I'm unwanted everywhere I go." She joked about blowing on her cup.

"That's not what I meant, and you know that."

"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes as she sipped on her cup once more,

"I wanted to escape from my job real quick." She shrugged as she looked into the brown liquid, her reflection gazing up at her.

"They're being a pain in the ass and I can't escape from them. I just wish I had my old life back, you know?" She chuckled whilst stroking the handle of the cup in a slow manner.

"Yeah. I know." Touka sighed

"What.. happened after we-"

"A lot. But it's best if we catch up at a later time, right now it's isn't safe to. Not here." She shook her head.

"You know, Anteiku was more like a family than my sister was, to me. I hope you know that I care for you and the others, Touka." She smiled as she picked her stuff up and pulled out a few bills leaving it on the counter as she left the café.

The purple haired girl watched her walk away leaving her glued to her spot as she looked down at the now vacant seat, her chest warming up for the first time in a while.

"You too, Reina."

The walk home was a bit slow and carefree. It's been a while since she decided to take up to enjoy the beautiful scenery surrounding her. It made her feel nostalgic of all the times her and her sister snuck out of their fathers place and wandered around without a care in the world. Soaking in the beauty nowadays was a luxury for most people.

Days consisting of work, barely any time to spend time at home relaxing, spending time with the family, with the kids, taking time for yourself was taboo. Forced to drink and make social relations with humans was growing tiring for Reina, she just wanted to rest and dream about the good old days.

Anteiku. The old coffee shop that used to stand in place of the newer shop, :Re. A family she found after her sister disowned her and left her to stay with her father. In an attempt to search for her sister she also fled to the 20th ward where she found home. She ended up transferring schools after she decided to live in the 20th ward, the safest ward up until a few years later.

She opened the door and sluggishly hung up her coat and kicked off her heels, as her hand reached up to unclasp the anchored claw clip in her hair. Her eyes felt tired and watery.

"Damn it." She cursed as the hand in her hair came down to wipe away the free flowing tears, her hair now unraveling itself down her back as it settled to frame her face

At the top of the staircase was a shadowed figure that made itself known after hearing noise coming from downstairs. She gazed up at the person and quickly settled her eyes elsewhere upon realizing who it was. She didn't say a word and instead just walked all the way up to her room and shut it. She laid on her bed all sprawled out and looked out the window. The bright sun peeking out from the thin curtains, rays of sun peeking through the gaps.

The whole room illuminated in a golden cast, the rays that hit her body warming her up more than before—but in a comforting way. All that was missing was a hand running through her hair murmuring a few words about an old story her sister heard a few times before they escaped that god ridden place.

She turned over and looked at the propped up frame on her nightstand. A picture of her older sister and father enjoying quality time together. Their faces calm and collected as he braided his daughters hair and she read with a book in her lap. The same rays of sun in her room showed in the picture, the warmth in the photo could be felt outside of it. She took the photo in secret after finding the discarded camera in an empty alleyway the day prior. The picture had been a fond memory of hers as she remembered what happened after they found her sneaking up on them.

The sound of a camera shutter could be heard from a few feet away which alerted the two. As her father tied up his little girls hair he stood up and walked up to the door of the room and pushed it open only to find his other little girl with a camera in her hand as she smiled up at him with innocent eyes.

"Where'd you get this from, Reina?" He asked as he picked up the device and inspected it closer. He certainly didn't remember gifting her a toy camera—let alone a real one.

"I found it! Remember when you sent me and Rize to go shopping? I saw something white in an alleyway and so I told Rize that I saw something and we checked it out! It was a camera! It might be a bit dirty and scratched up, but it works fine." She explained twirling a strand of her lilac hair between her thumb and pointer finger.

She looked up at her father and shied away from his gaze.

"So you didn't steal this?" He lowered himself to meet her face.

"No! No! Rize, tell him I didn't! You were there with me!" She pointed at her sister, hoping he'd believe her word.

The older girl just chuckled and shook her head in a playful manner.

"Hmm, I think I remember someone running after us saying 'you get back here you thieves!'" She joked.

"Hey! You know that's not true!" The younger girl furrowed her eyebrows as she crossed her arms.

The older girl just laughed and walked towards her younger sister and picked her up. "I'm just joking, queenie. I know you didn't steal it." She looked up at her father and explained that it was by a garbage can and they asked the owner if they could take it with them.

"Can't have my daughter thinking it's okay to steal. I've raised them to be respectful, kind ladies." He scooped them up and handed the camera back to his youngest.

"I know I may not be your biological father, but I hope you know that I care for you both and will try my best to be the best father to the both of you." He whispered as he kissed the crowns of their heads.

The boy had walked back to his place on the couch after the girl went up to her room. He noticed that her eyes were a bit puffy and red, her hair a bit disheveled. Hell, she hadn't even insulted him as she passed him. He found it weird but didn't think of it much. Pushing his thoughts aside he sat back down on the couch and scrolled through his phone for a while until he couldn't shake the thought anymore.

Curiously he made his way upstairs and walked to the wooden door. The scent of perfume lingered from her room, often nauseating the rest of the team with how strong they were. She'd taken their reaction into consideration and threw them out and swapped them for more faint scents. Often not she'd bring home samples and ask around the house whether they were good to wear or not.

His hand reached for the door handle and pulled it open as it revealed the girl curled up on her bed. Her hair splayed everywhere on her pillow, the sun hitting her curled figure, her arms cuddling something. A picture frame? As he was about to close the door the faintest mumbling could be heard, "Dad... wher..Riz.?" Her voice slurred. He assumed she was reliving a memory.

Her voice groaned before she spoke, "n.. left..? Wh.. she at.?" Her chest started heaving, breaths getting heavier and heavier as her face scrunched up, eyes wrinkling. Tears free flowing down the side of her face. She continued muttering under her breath, "not safe", "find her", and "no's" escaped her mouth until her tears stopped, her breathing evened out as her tense body finally relaxed once more.

"I'll.. find her... dad.." she whispered.

Hearing enough he shut the door and headed back downstairs, this time returning to his newspaper.

After a few hours there was a big bang that woke her up. Groggily getting up she rolled over and dropped the framed photo on the carpet with a thud which caught her attention, she looked down at the object and picked it up.

"When did I move you?" She mumbled as she examined it making sure nothing broke or got scratched. She put it back on her night stand and walked to her mirror.

She muttered a curse under her breath as she saw her reflection. She was a mess. Eyes bloodshot red, puffy, makeup all runny staining her face. Her hair stuck to her face from the tears—which acted like an adhesive. Sitting down by her vanity she pulled out a makeup remover wipe and began to scrub at her face. Throwing it into the trash can, she walked out and checked out what the murmuring in the hallway was about.

"What the hell did you do?" She loomed behind them.

Saiko’s room was a mess. Trash everywhere and the door was knocked off of it hinges. Mutsuki, Urie and Shirazu were all huddled around the small girl cornering her on her bed. The quartet paused their little argument and turned to the older girl.

"Saiko's finally going to work with us during missions!!" Shirazu and Mutsuki exclaimed.

"Okay, okay, calm down you guys. Clean this mess up while you're at it." she turned to Urie and winked at him,

"If you wanted to wear my perfume, you could've asked instead of sneaking in." She chuckled and left.

"That little... what happened to the Saiko from last night?!"

They were all outside the house waiting on the stubby girl to join them, but it seems that wasn't the case even after last night's convincing. Shirazu seemed to be the most irritated out of all them, his mood clearly worsening the longer they waited.

"Didn't you all convince her to finally start working?" The girl teased.

"We should get going, we'll be late." Haise jumped in trying to get the message across that Saiko wouldn't join them no matter what, but Shirazu was determined.

"What do you wanna do? Squad leader?" 

"Sasan. Go ahead, I'm going to wake her ass up!!" He insisted.

"But.. when Saiko sleeps in, nothing wakes her up.." Haise said helplessly.

"Everyone wakes up!!" His voice getting smaller the farther he ventured inside the house. 

There was no stopping him anymore. As they all headed into the car Mutsuki asked if they really believed if he could actually get her to wake up and get to the meeting.

“She didn’t wake up when I banged on pots..” Haise added with a troubled look remembering that day.

"It'd take a miracle if she even woke up let alone join us for the meeting." Reina commented as she buckled up in the backseat with Urie.

Stumbling to get to the meeting room in a rush, Haise opened the door and bowed, “I’m sorry we’re late..” as Reina followed suit.

“We’ve been expecting you, Investigators Sasaki, Nakou.” Rank 2: Hanbeh Abara stood by the door and greeted the squad.

“Where’s Juuzou?” He asked.

“He overslept.. we’ll start without him.” 

Situating themselves in their respective seats Hanbeh then began the meeting. He stayed standing up as he presented the case regarding the Nutcracker, the Madames, and the Gourmets. Interested Reina stayed paying attention after hearing that the Gourmets were involved.

She turned to look at Haise—who was all the way to her left—who surprisingly wasn’t paying attention to the meeting at all. Instead his face was screwed into confusion and worry. Knowing there was nothing she could do at the moment she turned back to pay attention to the case. There was no harm in asking after the briefing.

wc: 2.5k previous chapter  masterlist next chapter

a/n: i actually wrote this in early feb but decided to make a posting schedule just to make my life easier and more organized (i still have yet to complete my hw… I’m very irresponsible :’)

ps. this chapter was completed during midwinter break

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[badheart]

after the pleasant surprise that was fang’s gift, rei wanted to give her something in return. something equally cute, & that fit her aesthetic, after she could only imagine how hard it had been for her to give up her gift. at first, rei thought of a panda, but then came the idea of a bat, after spotting one with big ears. it was adorable & the best of all, it resembled ( sort of ) the plushie that she had given her. Rei ended up surprising her with it, by casually placing it on her lap before her arms wrapped around her shoulders from behind, somewhat leaning against her. “I thought you’d like it.” she comments as she smiles, staring at the little bat. “it’s not the same, but it sort of matches the one you gave me.” especially after bothering with the embroidery of the heart, changing it to lilac, so they shared colour scheme.

"Huh?!" Where was that coming from, staring at the bat on her lap. Why a bat? Though once she noticed the giant ears, she immediately fell in love with it, but before she could inspect it properly, Rei had hugged her from behind. "Really, that's from you?" Rei seemed to know her better, than she had thought and instead of gifting her something, that she would have personally liked more, she actually tried to meet Fang's taste with her gift. "I do," she mumbled quietly, gently pulling on its ears. While overall from a smaller size, she did not mind, considering she only had so much space, but a plushie would always fit in. It must!

Fang had to snort, wondering how Rei could pick a bat, instead of a bunny. Or was it due to the wings? Took her a moment, till noticing it might be the color but purple was not her personal favorite now, unlike for Rei. She did not mind nor care. Her apartment was a mess in many ways, color wise as well. "I guess they will be buddies then," she smiled. "I'll call him Ryu." Due to its wings and finding it simply amusing. "Thank you," she finally managed to say at last, while still tugging on the ears. Another small comfort for her.

#╳ ——「 query.」 #mugunghwc #😭

[wildcatofgreen]

"Lilac," the wildcat puts a hand at her hip, a weak smile forming on her face.

The dragon raised her head, sheepishly. Her gaze met the wildcat's, but not a word was said.

"Don't worry about it--I get it, 'kay?" She limped a wrist at the dragon, "My birthday ain't all that important--ya didn't need to--"

"But I wanted to." She grabbed at her upper arm with her other hand, as if her arm became limp. "I… I don't like how little you've celebrated your birthday--it's the ONLY thing you don't care about." She planted her arms firmly at her side, fists balled, brows furrowed, accompanied by a frown, "It's your day, and nobody else's!"

"Everyday is Carol-day. Ain't that enough?" She leaned closer to her friend, eyebrow raised.

The dragon averted her gaze, opting to stare at one of the tree house's walls. Her voice became softer, "I…," and even softer, "I guess you're right."

… The wildcat was kicking herself mentally for this. Stones, she hated to see Lilac so sad, so beat up over a little nothing. She doesn't need anything special today--it's just another day. That's all there was to it.

She shook her head, "But," Carol started, walking over to their couch and practically falling on it to make her presence known. "If ya really wanna give me somethin' that bad, I ain't gonna say no." She gave a warm smile to her friend, her Lilac. Pats the cushion next to her.

Tentatively, the dragon would walk. She had her hands in her pockets, she seemed… nervous? But she had a smile on her face, all the while. It was kind of cute, the wildcat couldn't help but admit to herself. Why was any of this so important to her, anyway?

She took her place, next to her friend, "Close your eyes."

"Oh, what?" Eyebrow raised again.

"C'mon. You gotta give me this much."

She rolled her eyes with a smile. And so, she closed them.

She felt her arms being moved onto her lap. Her hands were placed next to each other, closed into fists--not a strong fist. The kind that's only half open.

Her fingers were being moved, not hurriedly, to form open palms. She heard very light creaking, then a familiar clap of a small box. An object (a soft object? Was a little cold.) was placed in her hands by the dragonness, the tips of her fingers brushing against the wildcat's.

It felt like she lingered, just a moment more than she expected. Carol's ears twitched.

"Alright, you can open them!"

She did, looking down at her hands. Resting on her palms was a scrunchie, lavender colored. On one end is the wing symbol Lilac had at the back of her shirt. The other, a purple colored flower--a lilac. Looked back up at the dragon, who had a very sheepish look on her face.

"Would of gotten you something better, but I was kind of running out of time," she put a hand behind her head, "If you ever decide to grow out your hair, then maybe you can use this for a ponytail."

"What," the feline smirked, "Ya think my fur ain't already long?" She grabs at the end of her muzzle, stretching out her fur, "I've been growin' this stuff for months!"

"Then it's perfect! Just gotta wait a couple years!" She snickered, covering her mouth with a hand.

The cat slipped the scrunchie on her wrist, " 'Till then, it looks pretty good as a bracelet." She wrapped her arm around the dragon's neck, the dragon leaning into the wildcat. "Ya didn't hafta do this, Lilac. I appreciate it a lot, but--"

"I wanted to! Maybe you can forget your birthday, but you're my best friend!" She scooched herself closer, "Couldn't forget if I tried."

#carol's cruisings #carol's adventures #okay i realized i never fuckin' posted this full thing so #HERE IT IS #wandering dragon

[thatwasthenightthingschanged]

request a gifset → @heartwasglass asked: Taylor + lilac?

“I hope you know that you’ve given me the courage to change. I hope you know that who you are is who you choose to be, and that whispers behind your back don’t define you. You are the only person who gets to decide what you will be remembered for.”

#sarah's 11k celebration #tswiftedit #taylor swift #taylorswiftedit #tswiftgif #candy swift #dailytayloredits #tscreators #tsuserashley #userasif #useronedirrection #i guess this is more purple than lilac but i tried :/ #edit #sarahsedits #tw flashing gif

[alcottsangel]

Flowers {Kaz Brekker x reader}

Summary: As a bouquet of her favourite flowers is found in Y/n's room, they crows try to figure out who placed it there. Kaz has the answer. Fluff.

Warnings: None.

Requested by @montsepliego. I hope you enjoy this. <3

"Well, I didn't put them there." Y/n said, as she looked at the flowers on her dresser.

"But someone has. Now the question is, who?" Nina answered, taking a step forward to smell at the lilacs. Y/n sighed.

The flowers were beautiful. They had a deep bluish, purple colour and smelled like heaven. Lilacs were her favourite flowers. It was common knowledge around the Crows, because every time a mission was successful, she would reward herself by buying some.

But this time, she didn't.

"Well it must have been one of us." Y/n finally exclaimed, as her door opened and Jesper and Wylan peaked in.

"Uhhh, pretty." The Sharpshooter said, walking into her small room to smell the blooms, just like Nina did a few seconds ago.

"Since you're so amazed by them, I just assume neither of you put them here." Nina noticed, as both boys shook their head no.

"Don't you know who did?" The shooters boyfriend still held the door open and stood in the frame. "In fact, we do not."

"Are y'all having a secret meeting? I thought we were getting waffles." Inej gave Y/n a soft grin as she entered her room through the opened window, looking at Y/n and expecting an answer. Then her eyes fell to the flowers.

"Got a secret admirer?" She asked, the waffledate with Nina and Y/n completely forgotten. While the other Crows laughed at that, Y/n scoffed. "No, no, that must be some kind of misunderstanding."

"What kind of misunderstanding is it, to put someone's favourite flowers in their room." Matthias said, suddenly standing next to Wylan in the doorway. Y/n clicked her tongue.

She raised her arms and growled.

"Where are y'all suddenly coming from?"

It was a rhetorical question, they all knew.

"But since obviously none of us put them here, who else could it be?" Wylan observed.

All of them shrugged, none of the Crows was able to answer that question.

"Maybe it's a threat." Matthias tried to offer an explanation, but Inej shook her head at that. "No, that doesn't seem to be one. Wasn't there any card or a letter?"

Nina laughed. "We wouldn't stand here if there would've been one." "Maybe Rotty or Specht?" Jesper suspected. It was true, both guys liked Y/n alot. They made sure she was okay, kept weird guys away from her. A bit like a nice uncle. But they weren't one's, that would put up flowers in her room without even mentioning it, so Y/n answered it with no.

"It's was probably just one of the younger recruits. They got a habit to fancy the few women we got within the Dregs." She instead said, getting nods of agreement from Inej and Nina. "How disappointingly boring." Jesper sighed deeply.

"What the hell is going on?" A voice behind Wylan and Matthias suddenly asked. As the two men made space in the doorframe, Kaz gaze observed the tiny room, staying just a bit longer on Y/n, until it finally landed on the flowers. The young woman looked quite lovely today, her hair looked soft and she was dressed in a casual attire. Kaz liked that, though he wouldn't admit it. For a brief moment, the corners of his lips curled up into the smallest smirk. "I placed them there. I guess that will answer all your questions."

At the stunned faces from all of the Crows, including Y/n, his grin grew a tiny bit bigger. It wasn't a soft smile, he instead looked amused, almost as if he was mocking them all.

"Don't flatter yourself. I saw them and they reminded me of you. Also, your birthday is next week." He told them, before the monotone clicking of his cane on the wooden panels could be heard and he vanished into his office again.

As soon as he was gone, they all looked to her, as if she knew more than they did.

Kaz Brekker didn't gift you flowers. That simply wouldn't happen, yet it did.

"Did you pull a trick on him?" Matthias asked, the first one who's stunned expression was replaced by an amused one. Y/n shrugged.

She could feel her cheeks getting hot, and despite all that Kaz said, she did feel flattered. They all knew that this was more than a nice act of human decency or an early birthday present. It was a small confession towards Y/n. It was the statement, that she was Brekkers girl.

@renataligorio @kaqua @magravenwrites @corpsebasil

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #shadow and bone #six of crows #kaz brekker imagine #s&b #s&b imagine #six of crows fanfic #shadow and bone series #soc #shadow and bone fanfiction #kaz brekker fluff #six of crows x reader #the crows #kaz brekker angst

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

love letter, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren't all they're cracked up to be. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; short graphic descriptions of sex acts; smut (fem reader, a very intense make-out session including some wild tongue and too much saliva, nipple play, a bit of m-receiving oral, cowgirl, handjob); non-idol!BTS – technically university, blond, softsub!Jungkook x working, softdom!reader; slightly desperate and needy JK

yes, yes, it’s MTV Unplugged ‘Telepathy’JK

--

"I'm so tired of people thinking they have a chance with me."

Was the exasperated declaration as you backed up into your apartment, only to turn around and witness Jeon Jungkook dumping a waterfall of colorful envelopes from his giant black backpack onto your hardwood floor. 

"At least remove your shoes before you start flaunting how hot you are," you replied dryly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he kicked off his large white sneakers. "Look at this shit! It's relentless! It's annoying! I just want to live my life!"

You vaguely recalled Jungkook being excited about his first love letter upon reaching university, and then the second, the third... and now you were staring at pile number five hundred on your doormat. "I don't know, put a sign on your door? 'Please stop, the answer is no?'"

Jungkook winced. "I can't do that. How many hearts am I going to break?"

"Uh, I dunno, you already broke half the campus by existing in general."

He bonked you on the head lightly with his denim jacket sleeve. "I have not. I've only slept with a couple people and that was supposed to be no strings attached."

You shrugged. "People can't understand that. Especially women."

He puffed his cheeks and stepped over the pile. You noticed the small stickers and nice handwriting on the colorful pastel paper. You almost felt bad, seeing all the effort put into them.

"At least they're cute. I only get torn notebook pages with scribbles."

"Stop lying. You get girls' letters too," Jungkook grumbled. "Can I borrow your computer? One of my professors assigned an online quiz and the internet at my place is down, again."

"You gotta move," you commented, kneeling down to collect the mess Jungkook made. You noticed Jungkook flit his eyes about before throwing up his hands and bending down to help you. 

"I'm trying to get out of the lease, but I have a couple more months left," he complained childishly.

"What about your other friends? Can't you go bother them?"

Jungkook frowned, sticking out his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath winked at you. "You hate me now or something?"

You laughed, standing up with a stacked pile of confessions to Jeon Jungkook. "No, I'm just curious as to why you always come here."

He shoved the rest in your arms, his pile slightly messier than yours. "You live the closest and you're usually home. Plus, you have two computers."

"A laptop and a desktop," you corrected. "Don't you have a laptop?"

"It's easier to borrow yours."

"Lazy."

Jungkook ignored your remark and ticked his silvery-blond head further into the apartment. "Can I borrow it or not?"

You laughed. "Of course. Laptop's on the bed."

He turned and followed the hallway to your bedroom. "Same password?" he yelled, not looking back.

"Obviously."

"Why is it my birth date?" he shouted.

"Because, one, no one will guess it, and, two, you're a dumbass and always forget it."

"I do not!"

"How many times did you ask when the password was Klingon?"

"I don't know your nerdy shit!"

"Do your fucking assignment," you belted down the hall. 

Jungkook stuck his head out of your bedroom door and scrunched his nose to make a hideous face at you, holding your gunmetal-colored laptop. You rolled your eyes as he disappeared again. This crackhead. You let out a sigh, walking past the acrylic painting of a blue sky with pink-purple clouds hanging in your living room, flicking through at all the letters addressed to Jungkook.

Surprisingly, you knew what he felt like. With you, it started with inviting one guy over to your place, sucking his dick, and then suddenly a letter appeared. Well, letter was putting it nicely. Dirty napkin with words scrawled with smeared ballpoint pen shoved under your door, explicitly asking for more. Then another, wanting it. Then another, begging for it. You ignored them. At some point, you invited a girl over, ate her out, and then the colorful envelopes started appearing, with cute stickers and neat handwriting.

Mmmhmm.

Why did Jungkook bring them here anyway? To brag? For you to peruse? You spread them out them on your coffee table and tore one open. Read it. Simple confession of love, no name. You were kind of jealous. Jungkook always got nicer ones than you did. Something about being a sexually uninhibited woman seemed to translate to others that you were down to fuck anyone, anytime, anything. You tossed the letter aside, ripped open a folded card closed with lilac tape. Another, 'I love you, please go out with me', no name. Toss. And you opened another one, reading out loud. 

"I want to cram all one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters of you into me?”

Uh.

Huh.

Still no name.

Cute peach stationery though. 

Was it a euphemism? Symbolic? Thinly veiled code? Hm. In any case, this was more along the lines of shamelessness you encountered yourself. 

By all conventions, Jeon Jungkook was attractive as fuck. Pretty pink lips, big brown eyes, manly sharp jawline. He kept his hair on the longer side, around ear length, now silvery-blond compared to the usual black. You heard he dyed it a couple times, but now it had since faded to the original blond.

Oh, yeah, also he had nice hands and a body to die for. 

You could see why Jungkook got all these love letters. You? Well, similar reasons, except less muscles. Also, yours weren't really love letters. More like vulgar remarks on the backs of grubby receipts. 

Probably just as heartfelt.

The only reason you knew of Jungkook was because you were friends with one of his close friends. Alright, maybe you sucked his friend's dick. More than once. But anyway, not the point. The point was that the topic of love letters came up one night when everyone was hanging out and you voiced your predicament. It was the summer before Jungkook entered university. He had burst out laughing, thinking it was a hilarious situation.

"Haha, that would never happen to me!"

Jokes on you, Jungkook, karma's a bitch. 

You thought about moving, but the location was close to your work and the internet service was great here. At least you always recycled the paper. What were you supposed to do? Keep an album of Starbucks napkins of people asking if your tongue was good or not?

You opened another envelope addressed to 'sweet, adorable Jungkookie'.

Their words, not yours. 

"Shove your dick down my throat and make me gag? Smiley face?"

Well, that's a contrast. 

Jungkook didn't start contacting you on his own until the letters started coming and then they didn’t stop coming, flooding his mailbox and underneath his door, overwhelming and confusing him. He didn't think he would get much attention, although perhaps it might be your fault, since you seemed to have set the precedence for this type of thing at this particular university. There was at least one person in every year that got this treatment, and it all started with one dirty napkin with smeared ink. Rumor caught on and then bam! It became a thing. 

So, yeah. 

Maybe kind of your fault.

You shouldn't have told so many people about that napkin. 

You fished out a pizza receipt from the pile, inspecting it. You couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then you noticed it had Jungkook's phone number and an order of three pizzas. Not a confession, just trash from Jungkook's backpack. Did he really eat three pizzas? Hopefully not by himself and in one sitting. You noticed the timestamp. Mmm, three in the morning. Okay. Maybe he did eat three pizzas by himself in one sitting. 

You filed through the rest, removing trash from the recyclable paper. Paused when you found a scrap of paper that said, "Put your dick in my ass." You recognized this curvy, narrow handwriting, slightly heavy-handed. Same person wrote you the same note this week. 

This was why you didn't take the messages too seriously.

You saw a particularly thick purple envelope and picked it up, tearing it open. It was several pages, with tiny, crammed handwriting on paper with cute bunnies on it. Several pages detailing straight up porn with Jungkook as the leading role. 

You almost burst out laughing. 

Who the fuck would write this?

And send it to him?

Not you, that's for fucking sure. 

Still, it wasn't the worst thing you've ever read. Had some spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Instant turn-off. Needed a good proofread. You settled onto your brown leather couch, highly entertained as you read it. Then you actually burst out laughing, because said person wanted Jungkook to lift them and fuck them at the same time and that kinda shit just wasn't possible. You would know, because you’ve tried. It sounded good, but in practice, the dick ended up falling out pretty quickly if the pussy was any sort of wet.

If you weren’t wet, then, eh, not sure why you're fucking. 

"What is so fucking funny?" Jungkook grumbled, poking his head around the corner, still holding your laptop. 

You held up the sheets of bunny-printed paper, still laughing. "Someone sent you their written erotica and you're the star!"

Jungkook grimaced. "Oh yeah, that person. They write something new every week. It's weird." He frowned. "I try to take it out so you don't have to read that shit. I must have missed it."

"It's hilarious," you chuckled. "You should publish them into a book."

"You know I can't do that," Jungkook sighed, putting your laptop on the coffee table and snatching the pages from you. "I throw them away like everything else."

"Did you finish your assignment?" you chortled, leaning over to look at the laptop screen. Submission successful. "80%?! When you could easily cheat?"

"I read a question wrong," Jungkook whined, balling up the paper and throwing it down. "Ack."

You looked up at him and he was looking upset at the pile on the table. 

"What's wrong?"

"What if one of them is real?" 

"Huh?"

"I mean... I just throw them away now. But what if one of them is real?" Jungkook wondered out loud. 

You shrugged. "Does it matter? They'll tell you in person if it's that important."

Jungkook tilted his head at you doubtfully. "Will they?"

You sat back into your couch, with your legs wide open. You were wearing sleek black leggings and a cropped pink sweatshirt. Not the most ladylike pose, but you didn't really care. You gestured to the stack of letters on your wooden coffee table. 

"They should. If they actually like you and it's not a joke, then they should tell you in person and accept that they might be rejected."

Jungkook frowned and slumped down next to you. His light-wash denim jacket made a loud floof as his ass hit the brown leather cushions. The wash of his jeans matched his jacket. He wore a white graphic t-shirt under. It looked vintage, but it probably wasn’t. 

"What if they're nervous?" he questioned, twisting his pink lips around.

"So what? Everyone's nervous. We all live in a perpetual state of terror."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. 

You leaned forward and plucked a sky-blue memo note from the table, reading it out loud. "I love you. Marry me." You held it out to him. "See? You get nice ones. I get, ‘choke me like you hate me’ and 'shove your tongue into my asshole, please'. Rarely do I get is that please at the end," you finished with a dry laugh. You looked up to see Jungkook staring back at you. Your laugh died a little seeing his serious expression. 

"Yes."

You blinked at him. "What?"

Jungkook ticked his chin to the note, then shifted his eyes to you.

You pointed to the memo sheet and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't write this."

"I did."

He was so serious that you couldn't laugh. You just blinked at him rapidly and turned your head to look at the sky-blue memo sheet, finally recognizing the clean, block-like handwriting and spotting the bottom right corner. English letters. A J and a K fused together, the way Jungkook usually signed his paintings.

You dropped the note like it was on fire.

Jerked your head up, not to him, but to the painting across from you in the living room, the one with the blue sky and pink-purple clouds, with a tiny JK signature in black at the bottom right corner. The painting you asked Jungkook to make you a while back. 

"You paint, right? I want something calm for my living room. I bought a canvas, so about this size. It's that cool?"

Jungkook had squinted his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I could draw a pretty big dick on it."

"This is for my living room, dumbass. And I said I wanted something calm."

"A flaccid dick then."

You turned your head back to Jungkook of now, who was wringing his hands on his thighs, wiping off his palms. He noticed you watching him and puffed one cheek before letting out a big sigh. 

"I was... gonna leave it on your laptop," Jungkook mumbled, flapping a hand to the sky-blue note. "But I couldn't find it in my backpack, and then I realized one of the pockets was open, the one where I keep receipts... anyway I had put the note there, so I came out to see if it was in the pile... yup, there it is."

He sucked in his cheek and fell back against the leather sofa.

"Was a joke."

Jungkook's voice sounded hollow. Empty. 

"... Ah." You tucked the tip of your tongue in your cheek.

"Not the greatest joke," he added flatly.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed. "Jokes that are insincere are bad jokes."

The black words glared back up at you, contrasting the pale azure paper. You picked up the memo sheet again. Turned to face him, holding it up next to Jungkook's head of silvery-blond hair. He pursed his lips and looked away from you, jaw clenched in nervousness. 

"Just say it."

He puffed one cheek again. "It was a joke."

"Then why are you saying it in past tense?"

His brown orbs shifted from side to side before Jungkook tried to bolt out of his seat, only for you to slam a hand down on his shoulder and throw a leg over him, straddling his lap before pinning the note to his chest. He yelped sharply and looked up at you with huge, shaking irises. 

In all your time knowing him, you never tried to sleep with Jungkook.

Never. 

You jabbed the note into his white shirt and he gave you a terrified squeak in response. 

You scrutinized his face, jaw slack, eyes wide, blond curls framing his chiseled cheekbones. One of your eyebrows raised, your voice calm and unfazed.

"Say it."

"You say it," Jungkook finally shot back, furrowing his brows, biting on his lip and mustering up the most indignant look he could produce at this very second. You didn’t react. He seemed to have forgotten you did, in fact, say it, although perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

You never tried to fuck Jungkook because he didn’t treat you as anything more than his primary source of internet when his own was down. Ah, and also his outlet for complaining about his love letter problem. And then there was that other little wrinkle, the unwritten societal rule one of sucking a guy's dick you're still friends with - don't suck his friends' dicks. Surefire way to fuck up a friendship, especially if the dude’s ego was fragile.

Jungkook’s friend was dating someone else now though. His ego couldn’t be that fragile.

You leaned forward and Jungkook's annoyed gaze faltered. He gulped and tried to shrink into your brown leather couch, as if he could somehow disappear under you.

"I love you," you stated clearly and firmly. You glanced at the slightly crumpled piece of blue paper before your eyes flickered back to his face. "Marry me."

Hah, the thing about rules with you was...

Fuck 'em.

Not actually. 

Eh, not the point.

"Really?" Jungkook squeaked, voice cracking slightly.

Ah, right, the other reason you never tried to sex up Jungkook because he was a little bit of an idiot around you. But maybe this sky-blue note detailed the reason for it. 

"Say it," you repeated crossly, poking him in the pecs. "Stop avoiding it."

You observed Jungkook swallow hard again, Adam’s apple bobbing. You furrowed your brows, tipping your head down so that your forehead was hovering over his, eyebrow cocked, gazing into trembling brown orbs. Why was he taking so long? He wrote the damn words. Were they really just a joke? Hmph, why were you even trying then?

That’s how everyone was.

Not putting any stock or thought into their fucking words.

You lifted your finger but Jungkook’s right hand, the one with tiny tattoos, suddenly darted in your view, grabbing your hand back and jamming your finger onto his chest again. His heartbeat raced under your fingertip, thud-thud-thud, rapid bass accenting the moment. Electrifying it.

“Don’t.”

Whisper so faint you frowned and closed even more distance between you two, picking up the scent of vanilla fabric softener and lush cotton. A little different than you, who used a blackberry and spiced vanilla perfume.

“I like this,” Jungkook breathed under you, chewing his lip anxiously. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and chin with how close you were. You could count his individual eyebrow hairs, even though the eyebrow product he used.

“I… really like this.”

He let go of your hand.

Now you raised both eyebrows.

You slowly uncurled your middle finger, landing it on his chest next to the index. You felt him shiver a little, lips parting. Straightened your ring finger, planting it down. His lashes lowered a little, brown orbs on your face, watching your reaction to him. You could count the moles on his face. The one on his nose. The one on his cheek. The one under his lower lip. The one on his neck. Your pinky slid onto his chest. A wispy moan left his lips, eyelids fluttering, blond strands floating around his head with the little rise and fall of his heavy, tense exhale.

Why is it your birth date?

Take a wild guess, dumbass.

Your fingers abruptly dug into his white t-shirt, crumpling the note and scrunching the graphic up in your fist. He inhaled sharply, head tipping back and lips nearing yours, a whine escaping his throat. You quirked an eyebrow, drawing back slightly, taking in the rich depth of his tan skin, the sensual line of his neck, up to his angular chin and his dangling silver earrings. All of it. His hands immediately came up to grab your wrist and forearm, ensuring you and himself that you wouldn’t let go, the tendons in your flexed wrist right against his large palm.

“Say it, Jungkook,” you demanded. “Say those words with your pretty pink tongue hanging out your mouth for me.”

You watched him obey immediately, tongue sliding out and touching his lower lip, brown eyes framed by his long lashes and hazy with lust.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, a little gargled with his tongue out. “Fucking marry me, please.”

Ah, you couldn't help it. 

You smirked.

"What about all your admirers?" you murmured, twisting your fingers in his shirt, digging your nails into his chest. "You'll break all those poor hearts you’re worried about."

Those dark brown eyes told you they didn't give a single fuck. 

"What about you?" he countered, closing his mouth a little to speak more clearly.

"Me?"

The definition of trouble?

Well, if you looked that up in a dictionary, there would definitely be a picture of you. 

Jungkook’s lips parted once more, keen to submit to your wickedness, pink tongue slipping out again, shiny and glistening with saliva. Breathing shallowly, rubbing your wrist with his thumb, encouraging you to keep going. 

Your lips curved into a treacherous smile.

"I'll break all the hearts to get to yours, Jungkook."

And then you licked his tongue. 

A low moan bubbled from Jungkook's chest, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking up, desperate for friction as the tip of your wet muscle glided over his warm softness, your spit dripping down his throat, listening to his moans turn into messy garbles of your name, begging you, pleading you, more, more, kiss me, please, and you hooked your tongue around his, gently nudging his jaw with your other hand. Knuckle to chin, tilting your head as your lips closed onto Jungkook's. 

It was not a neat kiss.

There was spit running down his chin, dripping onto his neck and your skin, your lips roughly working his, tongues intertwined and making even more of a mess, you sucking forcefully to earn pained, delicious whines. Jungkook was far too turned on to attempt to glamorize it, cries a jumbled mess under your greedy mouth, but none of that mattered. The moment was sensual and dark, bodies speaking to each other through dopamine and adrenaline. Your hand released his shirt, breaking his grip, switching to burrowing your fingers into his soft blond hair and running your nails over his scalp, leaving lines of prickling pain to enhance your kiss. 

"F-Fuck, oh fuck, yes..."

Your teeth caught his tongue, pulling back and forcing his head to follow. Jungkook made a pained noise, trapped in your embrace, whining as you took him to the brink. You released him swiftly and he snapped backward, blinking hard, trying to reorient himself, but it was impossible, your lips crashing down again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth aggressively, one eye open to witness his fucked-out state, pupils unfocused, long lashes quivering, moaning into your mouth and you inhaling it all, literally taking his breath away. 

It started out with a kiss. 

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss. 

It was only a kiss. 

You dropped your lower half onto his crotch and Jungkook gasped, breaking the kiss, strings of spit breaking between you two. You smirked wickedly as you felt his hardness trying to escape its clothing jail, his large hands already on your thighs and hips, sinking his fingers into the soft fabric of your leggings, rocking you into him, desperately trying to get some stimulation.

"Please," he croaked, panting for breath, pulling himself up to sitting position, so easy and smooth, fuck, so sexy, and now Jungkook was in your face, pleas on the tip of his tongue pouring out, tempting you, wanting it. 

"Please, wanna be yours so fucking bad, seeing all those fucking letters and notes you get, and it pisses me off, it's me, I want it to be me, I want to be yours and I'm telling you to your face." 

Whisper achingly hot, deep voice soaked with longing, staring into your eyes with those shaking brown orbs, spinning with emotion like an unstable top, barely enough torque holding it in place and all it took was another spin to encourage it or a gust of rejection to topple it over. 

"And you don't even care about mine, you think they're fucking funny, fuck, I can't stand it, let it be me, please..."

His hands running up your sides, grazing against your breasts, and now his hands were in your hair and yours were in his, bringing your face close, the crumpled sky-blue note right between your joined crotches, forgotten, witnessing the agonizing lust wound tightly in this embrace. 

"Let it be me," Jungkook begged.

You licked your lips slowly, scarcely swiping against his. He shuddered, leaning into it, taking whatever crumbs you gave. His long fingers tensed in your hair, yours buried in the dark roots of his. 

"You'll have to skip the marriage bit for now," you teased lightly. "I don't think my parents will appreciate you slapping down papers before you finish school."

Jungkook snickered, tucking his tongue in his cheek roguishly. "Can't they understand I have to snatch this ass as soon as possible to make people back off?"

Your hands slipped down to his jaw, fitting it in your palms, his silvery-blond stands wrapped around your fingertips. "They'll back off my door once they hear you screaming my name." 

You leaned in, but Jungkook stopped you, brown orbs glittering with mischief to get in one more quip. 

"I doubt it," he purred. 

Yeah. 

Jungkook was right. 

Ah, well. 

You seized his face and kissed him again, fuck, such malleable lips just pleading to be bitten by you, gazing up his nose and to his beautiful eyes, his soft skin in your hands, clenching his jaw under your power, letting you have it, letting you control it and him. You felt him scramble and throw his denim jacket off, dumping it onto your couch to cup your cheeks with his hands, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled him. Your tongue lazily traced the outskirts of his lips, hearing the rattle of his beaded bracelets by your ears, amused, knowing they were his good luck charms. 

"They bring good luck," he had answered when you saw them for the first time.

You remembered tilting your head at the wooden beads on his slim wrists. "You trying to get your dick sucked or something?"

He had broken out in a loud guffaw. Nudged you with his elbow, cheeky smile on his lips. 

"Never gonna say no to getting my dick sucked."

"Mhm, cool, where's my painting of the flaccid dick?"

From then on, you noticed he wore the same wooden, beaded bracelets every time he came to your apartment.

Hmm. 

Now, your hands falling from his face, yanking his shirt from his pants, annoyed it was getting caught, and then Jungkook fitted his hands around your ass and lifted you easily, breaking the kiss, a moment for you to bear witness to his arms flexing – holy fuck, that’s sexy – right one covered in tattoos. Images and script, with one catching your eye, a string of words running up the inside of his upper arm. One you recognized because you had those words written on your bedroom wall, on a canvas hanging above your bed. A canvas you made, background a chaotic mess of varying dark red brushstrokes, the black script in the center, written by your hand. 

The exact black script with your flourishes and ticks, now tattooed on the inside of his right arm. 

Your eyes drifted to Jungkook's face and his naughty smirk, pleased to be found out. Your lips formed the sentence slowly, in awe of his audacity.

"The devil knows my name."

the devil knows my name. 

Hung above your bed, where all manner of marvelous sinful acts were performed. 

Jungkook grinned deviously. "I saw it. I wanted it on me."

Wanted it on him. 

Oh, fuck. 

Did he know? Could he guess?

"Who's the devil?" you whispered, smile widening, matching his. 

Jungkook reached down, yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head, revealing the body he sculpted himself, tan skin taut over hard muscle, toned and...

"You're the devil, of course," he snickered. 

Yours. 

"Ding dong daeng," you sing-songed.

How many people have been on your bed, head pulled back by your hand, blinking hard, trying to read the words on your wall through waves of forced ecstasy? Gasping them out, ending with a question, inquiring for an answer.

The devil knows my name?

And you, leaning forward, haunting whisper in their ears, yes, she does, before pushing their face down into the sheets.

"All those love letters not good enough for you, Jungkook?" you breathed, running your hands over his bare chest, spreading your fingers, letting your exhale out through your teeth. His eyes on you, torso trembling, hairs raising, feeling your nails dance up, up, raking over his collarbones and neck, leaving little pink lines of intensity.

"They're not you," he whispered. His hands brushing over yours, outlining your fingers, eyes darkening as you pushed him back into your sofa, lowering your head. "You, the one they talk about..." Your lips on his hot skin, kissing softly, tongue so slight that it made him whimper. "You, the one they look for..." His voice, deep and rumbling, vibrating your lips, pitching as you bit and sucked, leaving small hickeys. "You, the one whose bed I sit on, wondering who else has been there, wondering why it's not me, when I make myself available to you, so easy to prey on, but you let me be..." Your lips closing around his dark brown nipple, scraping your teeth against it, making him squirm and look down at you, you and your self-satisfied, ravenous smirk. 

"I let you read them," Jungkook whimpered, blond strands curled around his cheeks, chest shuddering at your nail flicking his other nipple while your mouth worked the other. "Let you see everything they want to do to me and you still didn't know."

You chuckled darkly. "What's there to know?" you mused, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the now hard pink-tinged nub, receiving small whines of pleasure as your reward. "It's obvious what you wanted. I was right in front of you. All you had to do was say something."

Jungkook frowned as you sat up, tongue in cheek, half-grinning.

"Look at you."

You crossed your arms and pulled your pink cropped sweatshirt up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. Casually running a hand through the top of your hair to pull it away from your face, gazing down at shirtless Jungkook covered in your red bites, cocking your head with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow, eyes roaming over your figure and the curve of your breasts molded to smooth black satin. 

"You look like you eat hearts for breakfast," he murmured, admiration in his tone.

The side of your lips quirked further upwards.

"And yet you wanna love me."

Jungkook grinned. "I don't want to. I already do."

And then he was the one to pull you to him, kissing you hungrily, you immediately turning it into your favor, your pace, his tongue commanded by yours as he unhooked your bra, moaning into your mouth, rubbing your exposed nipples with his palms, unable to do much as you pushed him into the couch again, guiding his tongue down with your teeth and running the tip of yours over his wet muscle once more, trickling saliva into his throat and onto his chin and neck, messy and lewd. 

"The devil knows your name," you sighed into his mouth, feeling him knead your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples, tendrils of pleasure making your skin tingle. "And now the devil takes what she wants."

You saw the sides of his lips curve upwards as you backed up to strip the rest of your clothes, amused at Jungkook eagerly following suit and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Can't wait to flaunt how hot you are?" you laughed, reaching down to the shelf under the side table where a ceramic R2-D2 cookie jar sat.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Jungkook haughtily accused before gawking at your waist to ass ratio, his hands slowing, pants stopped to his knees in his distraction.

You gently took off the head of R2-D2 and plucked a condom from it. Some guy told you once that you couldn't like Star Trek and Star Wars at the same time and you told him to shut the fuck up as you slapped his nuts. He begged you to do it again. You fondly patted R2-D2's head after you fitted it back.

You straightened to see Jungkook on your couch with his hard dick on display.

You looked him dead in the eye. "You think I'd let you borrow my laptop if I thought you were ugly?"

Jungkook broke out of his trance and shrugged, finally yanking his calves – holy shit, his calves and thighs were muscular as fuck – out of his jeans, underwear and socks gone with them.

"Maybe you pitied my grades."

"I'd just pay for you to go to the library and fuck off, dumbass," you muttered, pushing his hands aside and ripping the condom open, drinking in the delicious sight of his throbbing red cock dripping pre-cum, his balls just waiting for – fuck it, you got down on your knees and wrapped your tongue around his length, Jungkook sputtering and gasping at your suddenness. Fuck, he smelled and tasted fucking good, clean and velvety to your lips enclosing around the head and sliding down, using one hand to scoop up his balls. Made eye contact with him again.

Jungkook breathed your name hesitantly.

Your tongue slid out of your lips and you jammed his cock all the way down your throat, slathering his balls wetly with your whisking tongue, circling around one and then the other, long expansive strokes that went past the girth of his cock, your pink tongue visible to him. Jungkook's pupils blew wide with shock, moans catching in his throat, whole body shivering, trying desperately not to look away even through you could tell he wanted to throw himself into your sofa and fucking lose it.

"Oooooooh, fuck, that's amazing.... Holy shit, your tongue is everything...."

You chuckled and pulled your head back, satisfied with his reaction. He seemed slightly disappointed until you rolled down the condom, cracking your neck.

"I think I've given enough." You stood up, getting back on top of him and his glorious thighs. "Time for you to be taken."

Jungkook smirked.

You smirked wider and more wickedly.

The sky-blue memo was crumpled into a ball, fallen to your hardwood floor.

Held him with two fingers, ugh, the weight of his cock, fuck yes, and those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, Jungkook, you dumbass, cursing that he didn't tell you sooner so that you could watch him groan and throw his head back like he was right now, gasping at your tightness, your name torn from his throat as you took in every centimeter of him, every pulsing vein and contour of his wonderful cock, stupid Jungkook and his attractive self not using his damn words so you could ride him like you were right now, setting up a fast, bruising pace. Your fingers dug into the back of the couch as you bucked your hips into his violently, keeping yourself tight because you were so fucking wet, fuck, so wet for Jeon Jungkook and his idiotic self, asking for internet to do his school assignments and not asking for his dick to be used as your fucking joystick. 

Dumbass.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're so wet and tight, shit, shit, shit..."

"Tell me something I haven't heard before," you chuckled, only half-meaning it, waving your entire body to deliver a particularly hard smack to his crotch, Jungkook whimpering under you, his hands flying to your upper arms and clutching them, trying to hold on to your wildness.

"Holy fuck, you have some hard biceps," he blurted out, startled at the prominent muscle.

Well, you haven't heard that one before.

"Guess that's what happens when you jack off a lot of dick," you mused nonchalantly.

You ticked your head to Jungkook's arms – delicious – and he frowned at you, opening his mouth to protest and you cut him off by shoving two fingers into his lips, pressing them down into the wet warmth, grinning maniacally as you watched him struggle with your fingers rubbing his tongue and his cock getting assaulted by you aggressively slamming your hips down and clamping around his stiffness, tighter, faster, whines of your name in his throat, head falling back onto the couch with a flump. You were careful not to push your fingers too far. 

Getting vomited on wasn't really on your sexual activities bingo card.

Jungkook was, however, drooling down his chin and neck, and you pulled back to grab his shoulder with your wet hand – oh, fuck, his shoulder, what a lovely shape – and Jungkook wheezed for breath, you ignoring it as you focused all your energy on fucking the life out of him, dirty squelches and smacks of hips on hips, staring down at his abs and v-line, all his hard work at the gym on display, his hands still on your upper arms as he raised his hips to meet yours, needily moaning for you to destroy him with your pace.

Damn, maybe you would have sent him a love letter if you had seen him naked at least once.

"A-Ask me to cum for you," Jungkook finally got out, voice hoarse from breathing so hard for so long.

"You're going to anyway," you taunted.

"Want you to ask," he whined, almost pouting. "Tell me to do it."

You gazed into his eyes, into those brown irises overtaken by black pupils, him a top spinning by your hand, your plaything commanded by your body, pussy clenching around his twitching cock, spurred on from his pleading tone, giving him a devious and wicked grin, speaking to his swollen lips, the devil knows your name, Jungkook, and him moaning back, fuck yes she does, so close, so fucking close, unashamedly barreling towards your release, power in your veins and under you, his muscles rippling as he fucked you back, amplifying every thrust.

"Jungkook."

"Y-Yes?"

"Say it."

Brown eyes locked with yours.

"I love you. Marry me."

You smirked.

"Cum for me."

A half-second and then you let go, letting the feeling rush in and envelop you, the moment held back to torture him, and now you felt it all, already at the tipping point, strained moan as your orgasm crashed into you, shudders all over and falling, sitting all the way down in his lap to experience the throbbing ache of your core giving out and spilling onto his cock and balls in rapid bursts, viscous and sweet. The scent of sex mixing with blackberry and spiced vanilla, his length jerking inside you, and only then did you hear Jungkook crying out your name over and over, the roar in your ears fading out to his shivering moans, hands sliding up and down your arms, eyes closing and lost in the pleasure of your pussy squeezing out his cum. His touch travelling down to your waist, pulling you to him.

Messy, soft kisses, your name and curses mixed together.

"It's me, right?"

You smiled into his mouth that was still asking questions.

"Please let it be me. You'll let me love you for real, right?"

Pushing your hair back, his sweaty blond locks sticking to your face.

"Because I already do, can't stop, won't stop–"

"Yeah, Jungkook, funnily enough I figured that from the first kiss already," you chuckled, running your fingers through his ash blond hair and pulling his head back lightly, seeing him pout, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out.

"But..."

"Hm?"

His voice suddenly small, vulnerable, his semi-hard dick still inside you.

"Do you love me?"

You lifted a brow. "What kind of dumbass question is that?" You grabbed his arm and pressed your nail into his tattoo of your words, drawing a pink scratch under them, making him gasp. "How can I not love you? Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, my handwriting tattooed onto you. Yes, I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

This fool is still shocked after all this?

You reached down and held the condom down as you lifted yourself off, yanking him to his feet, pushing Jungkook to your coffee table, right in front of the pile of letters with his name all over them. You picked up your laptop and pushed it onto his chest, forcing him to hold it, him still confused, mildly stunned, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Then you made him half-straddle your coffee table and yanked off the condom.

"Um–"

Grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

"Oh, f-fuck!"'

And then he realized what you were doing, the sheer wrongness of it, getting harder and harder with every second, throbbing in your hand.

"You're just like them," you chuckled through exerted breath.

Faster, rougher, tighter, Jungkook clutching your laptop, his larger frame leaning against yours, head thrown back so far that his blond hair was brushing your shoulder, moaning lustfully as he thrusted his hips into your grip. White pooled onto the purple-red tip of his abused cock, far too sensitive to be jacked off this hard right after orgasm, but Jungkook begged you not to stop, streams of residual cum running down your slicked fingers.

"Always looking for your fix from the addiction that's me," you whispered into his ear, laced with an authoritative growl. 

You saw Jungkook's head lower out of your periphery, eyes opening, staring at the colorful envelopes with his name printed on them, the cute stickers and neat handwriting, panting your name, tendons and veins standing out on his neck, sweat beading on his tan skin. 

A low, dangerous chuckle rising in his throat. 

"There's a difference between them and me."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, ridiculously hard at what you two were about to do. 

"They're not going to get their fix."

Jungkook shuddered against you, jerking his hips forward, thick white strings splattering all over the pastel paper as you watched, fascinated, the scent of his cum saturating the air and the envelopes, drops soaking and smearing the carefully written ink, time wasted and defiled. 

"I am," he moaned, twisting his body on your arms, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as you squeezed his cock, draining it all out, all over your coffee table and coating your hand, stained with Jeon Jungkook's love letter to you. 

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HC: The Boys Taste Their S/o’s Chapstick

Anonymous:  could I request headcannons for shinso, mirio, denki, sero, and bakugo kissing their s/o and tasting their chapstick ? Or if you want or when they realize their s/o takes care of them in really subtle ways that they didn’t really notice it at first ? i love your blog so much 🥺❤️

Hey babe omg Im so happy you like my blog!!!! Also this ask OMG I have been wanting to write it for so long!!!! Im a sucker for these super cute and fluffy headcanons, so thank you so much for the idea!

Pairings: Shinso x reader, Mirio x reader, Denki x reader, Sero x reader, Bakugo x reader

Warnings: some might get suggestive, but none of these are full blown NSFW! Just a sprinkle of spiciness, thats all!

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S H I N SO U

Flavor: Cherry Vanilla

Your currently trying to get ready for bed with Shinsou, his purple hair cascading against the pillow as he’s scrolling through Insta

defintely looking at cat vids

Youre just BEAT from the day- work, school, practice, whatever your life entails it just felt so incredibly tiring today

Of course, Shinsou seems to have other plans

Once he sees you come out of the bathroom, your hair wet, your skin dewy from washing, your body only wearing one of his oversized shirts and some small shorts....

man is gonna wanna be allllll over you

“Damn, kitten who allowed you to look that hot,” he’d purr, his eyes drinking you in as he propped his body on his elbows to get a better look

You’d roll your eyes, a smile on your lips-

Lowkey a perv for his s/o fight me on this

Once you sit down on the bed, its over

Shinso’s hands are all over you, his palms trailing under your shirt as he leaved lazy kisses on your neck

“Cmon, baby, lets have a little fun before we sleep....”

Just tell him your tired, and he’ll comply, turning super fluffy and cuddly in a matter of minutes

Reluctantly tho this boi is horny when hes horny

“Ahh my kitten’s tired? Fine then, you need your rest.”

He’ll lean in to give a sweet kiss, unknowingly of how flavorful you taste now with your chapstick

And OHOHOHO after that its OVER

The taste of vanilla bursts in his mouth, the scent of cherry becoming more prominent-

When did you start tasting so good?

He honestly wont know how to react- he’ll shake his head and blink a few times, “The hell-?” spilling out of his lips

He grabs you buy the chin, his thumb swiping against your lips gently

Once he sees the faint red sheen on his digit, it kinda dawns on him whats going on

You catch on to his confusion, a small giggle spilling out of you as you tell him its just chapstick you bought since your lips felt dry

He’ll just give you a lazy smirk, his lilac eyes a royal purple as he eyes you

This man cant HELP HIMSELF

He’ll lean in for another kiss, this one lasting much longer and more passionate as he tried to capture that taste again

“Do me a favor and keep wearing that kitten,”

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M I R I O 

Flavor: Birthday Cake

Im so proud of fidning this picture im sorry it just matches so well

Anywaysssssssss

You had just gotten out of the locker room, your UA uniform a little wrinkled from being balled up while you were training

You walked out the metal doors, your lips feeling much softer than usual- you were in desperate need of chapstick after that particular lesson

Thanks UA for having training grounds that blow up every 5 seconds and spray dust everywhere

But thankfully Neijire is the best person ever and hooked you up with some super cute chapstick

Since it was new and just sitting in her book bag, she just told you to keep it

NEIJIRE WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO SWEET?

You had to admit though, you really liked it- the packaging was pretty cute, it was nice on your skin, but the SMELL

OMG

You felt like a bakery was near you every step you took

And everytime you licked your lips it tasted like sweets, which was an amazing addition

Makes ya wonder how safe it is to consume makeup 👀

Mirio is the cutest boyfirend though-wherever your class is, he waits for you outside and walks with you until you have to go your seperate ways

So, as usual, he’s waiting for you outside the locker room, a wide grin plastered on his face

Once he sees you walk out of the doors, he’s already bounding over, his arms swinging cause hes always just so happy to see you 

“Hey sunshine!” he greets you like any other day, his voice just radiating happiness

Some days though, Mirio will kiss the top of your head as he grabs your hand and walks you to his class

Other days, he’s a little more bold, instead leaning down to give you a kiss on your lips as he snakes his hand around your waist

TODAY BABE 

IS THAT DAY

You can tell he’s feeling a little more *frisky cause he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes

ehhhh why not indulge him?

So you get on your tippie toes, leaning in to him and planting a quick kiss on his lips

But thats when Mirio gets confused- did you eat something?Is it cake? CInnamon roll? Cookie? But whatever it is, it tastes GOOD

“Sweetie, did you buy something from the vending machine?” he asks, a confused grin on his face as he eyes you

You laugh, not realizing that Mirio would be affected by your new chapstick too, 

“Oh no, its just a chapstick Niejire gave me, I think its cake batter flavored- do you like it?”

Mirio licked his lips , savoring the lingering flavor on his skin

“You batter belive it!”

*cue the groaning

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D E N K I

Flavor: Pina Colada

So Mina, bless her little music crazed heart, somehow won a pack of tickets from a radio station to a new water park opening up not too far from UA

It was superrrrr expensive to get in, but the music station hooked all you guys up with VIP tickers, a private cabana, food, THE WORKS

You had been running around with the group all day

(except Bakugo- he either went to the lazy river or the surfing simulator thignie cause Kaminari said he would wipe out and wanted to prove him wrong)

Everybody else wanted to do everythingggg, from ride the craziest rides to trying all the food the park had

By the end of the day, you were completely beat and just wanted to rest

Mina was sitting beside you in  the cabana (again, thank you radio station for hooking some teens up!), just searching it for snacks the boys hadnt eaten

“Aww cmon, really?! We have chapstick but no food?!”

Your head instantly perked up at the sound- chapstick? God, you could deifnitely use some right now from all that chlorine and sun...

You asked Mina to toss you one, the pink skinned girl throwing you a tube as she grumbled about how “piggy” boys were

You checked the flavor on the tube, the fruits on the side label instantly telling you it was something tropical

As you were putting it on, the boys of Bakusquad were bounding up the steps, their feets covered in sand-

“Guess what?! We got Bakugo to go in the wave pool! Isnt that crazy! It had sand on the bottom, like a real beach-”

Kirishima was just gushing and super excited, Bakugo looking like a pissed off wet cat next to him

You sat up quickly, happy to see your boyfriend, his spiky hair all wet from the day and his boxers dripping

As Kirishima and Sero were messing with an extremely annoyed Bakugo, you went and grabbed the boys some towels, giving the last one to your boyfriend

“Aww thanks babe,” he gushed out, his hands grabbing the towel gingerly as he leaned to kiss you

But wait- you tasted- really sweet?

Kaminari pulled back slightly, a small smirk on his lips, cause damn, that tasted really good

“Did you eat some fruit or something? Cause you taste super yummy babe-”

You  pointed to your lips as you told him how Mina found some free chapstick lying around in the cabana

Kaminari just gave you this really blissed out stare as he sneaked one more peck from you- he was kinda wishing his friends weren't here, cause hed totally be making out with you with that yummy stuff on your lips...

“Do me a favor and dont take that stuff off, okay? Until we get back to the dorms,”

He sent you a small wink, weaving behind you inconspicously, and giving your bottom a playful pinch

WHY YOU GOTTA BE A FLIRT KAMINARI

(Also before you left Kamianri most definitely dumped the whole jar of chapsticks into his backpack)

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S E R O

Flavor: Peppermint

You and Sero had just gotten coffee from a little cafe when it starts to rain

Like alottttttttttt

And of course it happens when your right outside, waiting for your ride to take you back home

So you two are just standing there like weirdos with the rain POURING, Sero holding up his jacket over both of your heads

But honestly, it’s not doing much to block out the rain, so honestly-why not have some fun?

You run out of the fabric, instantly feeling your whole body get drenched as you start twirling and laughing

“He-hey wait, babe!”

Sero’s gonna be laughing, and now y’all playing a wierd game of tag

Aghhhhhh so cute tho 🥺🥺

He catches you pretty quickly, his tape grabbing your waist and pulling you to him,,,

You instantly collide with his chest, your cheeks rosy from running around so much and your hands resting on his chest

Sero gives you the biggest grin, his finger under your chin and raising it to look at him

“You know your the biggest tease I know?”

“Yup!”

He laughs, placing a kiss on your lips-and omg why are you minty? and it feels soooo good to him, cause honestly mint isn’t a bad flavor-

“Hey babe whatcha got on your lips? Did you eat-gum or something?”

You just laugh and tell him it’s some chapstick you got (imagine the mint eos U KNOW THE ONE)

He asks if it’s the egg chapstick OML 💀

Yes Sero the egg chapstick

His lips are parted a little, his eyes wider than usual cause he’s lowkey confused on how he liked that so much

But he send you another huge grin before he kisses you again-

“I think your gonna need to wear that more for me, yeah?”

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B A K U G O

Flavor: Cinnamon

Bakugo has ben practically forcing you to wake up at ungodly hours with him to train

He says its cause “youre getting weak” but really he’s a total simp for having such close contact with you

Also he’s a little brat and put his all into it  so you cant ever beat him, which boosts his ego for some reason?

“Hah, that really the best you got?” he scoffs down at you, his calloused hands pinning you to the ground as his body cages you in for the umpteenth time

Honestly, its hard to fight when your 1) annoyed about loosing and 2) have your hot as hell boyfriend pining you to the ground

But thankfully

THANKFULLY

He was starting to overheat, his breathe coming out in low pants as  strands  of hair began sticking to his forehead

You felt one of his palms begin to slip ever so slightly near you, and on instinct you knew you had to do something, you finally had an opening-

so you caused a distraction 

Your hands quickly flew to the nape of his neck, pressing his head down to your so you could kiss him square on the lips

Bakugo was completely confused in the best way possible- he didnt expect that to happen, but hell, hes not complaining-

until his lips start to tingle

“-the hell?!” he sputters out, his mind trying to figure out what was going on just before you successfuly flip him over, with you now on top

You stared down triumphantly at your boyfriend, not knowing how well that worked- until you noticed how shiny Bakugo lips look

He begins mashing his lips together, trying to rub it off since you had his hands pinned down

“The hell is on my lips? Agh, dont tell me its that weird ass lip stuff that supposed to make your lips bigger or something-’’

Ummmmm how does he know about lip plumping lip gloss? Question for a another day-

“Its chapstick silly,” you giggle, “-cinnamon”

Honestly, he’s gonna like it-this boy likes spicy things and the fact that “spicy” sensation came from his s/o....shoooottttt he is in love

But

Of course

He’s gonna act like it’s wierd or something, cause HES wierd

“Cinnamon? You couldn’t get something normal like cherry or grape?”

You scrunch up your nose, cause yeah your not for those flavors AT ALL, and Bakugo finds his chance

He quickly flips you over, your back now against the floor and his body on top of yours

“Cmon, baka don’t tell me thats seriosuly all you got-“

Don’t remind him that you were able to flip him over tho he’ll turn red and tell you to shut it

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[doyumacy]

ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ - 3

ʏᴜᴛᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀʀᴋ ʟᴇᴇ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx) ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4k

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ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ ɪ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ.

“come on, y/n. it will be so much fun!”

you look at jaehyun. of course jaehyun wants to do this. underground parties are his type of scene.

hollywood hills always throw the best underground and illegal parties throughout los angeles. no one really knows who’s behind them, but it’s probably the mafia leaders so they can sell their best drugs and make tons of money.

“okay,” you say.

it’s a full-on club experience. a d.j is at one end of the room on a raised platform and on your left a makeshift bar is set up where bartenders hand out drinks. the neon lights are everywhere and the colors change to a different each second. the space has four corridors that branch off from each corner of the room and you notice couples disappearing down them, hands grasping and lips locking on to any inch of bare skin.

“here’s the winner,” a tall man with pushed black hair back approaches you. “glad you made it.”

“we wouldn’t have missed it,” you say.

“well, enjoy the party,” he smiles. “everything you need just ask for it.”

you nod. “thanks.”

jaehyun comes back holding two drinks. he didn't get to see the man’s face. “who was that?”

“no idea. i guess he’s the host,” you take the red cup jaehyun hands you.

“johnny and taeyong are on their way,��� he checks his phone.

“cool,” you reply. “i’m gonna go to the restroom. can you watch my drink?”

“sure.”

you hand him your red cup and make your way to the crowded room, looking for the restroom. you finally find it and after you’re done with your needs, you wash your hands and exit the bathroom.

someone grabs your arm and takes you to one of the rooms. you’re pushed against the door once it is shut down and you recognize mark through the purple neon lights. you smile sideways, resting your head against the door. “you’re so obsessed with me, mark.”

his hands go down to your hips and push you even more against the door. “i want my shirt back.”

you pout. “i’m not wearing it now.”

“but your man is,” he stares at your lips. “wondering what he’s gonna do when he finds out the shirt he’s wearing belongs to the man who ate his girl nights ago.” he tilts his head.

you scoff. “i wonder what your red haired will think about his boyfriend getting his dick sucked in the middle of the street?”

he frowns. “yves? she ain’t my girl.”

“jaehyun ain’t my man either, dumbass,” you push him away.

“this makes things even better,” he locks you again, pressing his palms on the door and his arms next to your head. “i’ve been thinking of you. so much.”

you smirk playfully. “i got that effect.”

he rests a knee between your thighs. “i want to fuck your mouth again.”

you slightly moan and lock the door behind you. “we can do something about it,” you say, your hands traveling to his belt, undoing it.

mark smiles looking at you and cups your jaw, making you look at him. his lips reach yours and he nips at your lower lip, never ending the eye contact with you. it’s so hot. you kiss him and he tries to pull away, you grab his shirt with your fist and then, you encircle your arms around his neck and kiss him more. you hear nothing but the loud music outside.

you take off his shit, not leaving his lips.

careful not to bump on anything, he walks backwards, his arms wrapping your waist and once he reaches the bed, he turns and pushes you on it. he hovers on top of you and pulls away from the kiss. “i can fuck your mouth other day, right now i want to be inside of you.”

his hands find the hem of your shirt and take it off. he gently kisses your shoulders down to your clothed breast. he helps you to get off your bralette and he throws it somewhere in the lilac room and goes back to your breast, licking and kneading it.

with kisses trails all over your body, mark kissing your hard nipples making them even harder. “i like your nipples,” he whispers in between biting and licking your breast. all you can do is moan and run your fingers through his soft black hair.

you feel him coming down slowly between your legs, leaving soft kisses on your abdomen and playing with your black lacy panties. teasing your clothed entrance. he removes the underwear slowly leaving you fully naked under him.

“on the scale of 1-10, how drunk or high are you?” he asks and waits for you to answer.

“0,” you answer. “fuck me senseless now.”

he lets out a small giggle. he looks straight at you in the eye while his fingers make you feel good.

he spreads your legs even wider and plays with your slit more before he removes his pants. you notice his calvin klein underwear and bite your lip. mark is so hot.

“y/n, you’re staring,” he snaps out of you.

you gasp as you remember your legs are wide open in front of him, trying to close them but he stops you. “nothing i hadn’t seen before.” he grabs your legs and drags you down, leaving your legs dangling on the side of the bed. he’s between your opened legs, you come close to him. mark makes you touch his body. you look into his eyes when your hand makes its way to his growing crotch. he’s hard.

you kiss his abdomen playing with his black calvin klein underwear before removing it. his dick sptungs free and you lick it for the meantime leaving mark weak. you feel him trembling already but he takes your shoulders, pushing you away. “not tonight, gorgeous.”

you groan and he pushes you back to the bed, he kisses your neck and hands all over your body. kissing your lips again wilder than ever, he bites your nipples making you moan with a soft “ouch.”

you can feel his cock hard again poking your thigh, you hum stroking and teasing it again. “can’t get enough of my cock, baby?” he whispers, leaving wet kisses on your neck.

“mark,” you whine. “please.”

“please what, princess,” he kisses your abdomen.

“fuck me,” you beg.

he smiles and his hand goes between your bodies and you feel him stroke his cock, teasing your entrance. “oh wait,” you stop for a second. “condom?”

he groans and puts his forehead on your chest. “i don’t have one.”

you sigh. “i’m clean. are you clean?”

“yeah,” he looks at you.

“okay. continue.”

you bite his lip following by kissing it with your tongue. checking your slit, he lines his cock to your pussy and slams right in without any waning.

“ah, fuck,” you scream, scratching his back.

he groans. “why are you so fucking tight?”

fucking you slowly, mark kisses your neck. you moan. “do you want me to spread my legs more?” and all he does is kiss you more hungrily  as a form of answer.

his right hand is on your left thigh, making you spread even wider and stopping your legs from closing at the same time. his other hand is all over your body like it has a life on its own, making you suck his thumb and puts it on your clit.

your hands are encircled around his neck, making him focus on you. looking him in the eye while he thrusts hard and deep and your boobs bouncing up and down beneath him.

searching for more feeling, you make him suck your right thumb while looking into your eyes, he gave you a wink and suddenly you feel your lower abdomen tighten, your eyes roll back and your body arches. he gigles and he pulls out. when you’re about to protest, he grabs your hips and roll you on your stomach. “ass up, baby.”

you do as he asks and bury your head on the sheets. he enters you again, this time balls deep and you moan loudly. “fuck, mark.”

“shit, you feel so nice,” he clenches his jaw, accelerating his pace.

he pounds you deep, your skin's clapping and your moans. he groans and takes your hair in a fist. “i’m close,” he says.

“shit, so am i,” you whine, gripping at the sheets.

mark fucks you now through your orgasm, not letting go and his thrust get harder and sharper.

“mark!” you moan his name.

he turns you around again, leaving you on your back and spreads your legs even wider. wanting to see his face, you rank your fingers to his hair scratching his forehead accidentally.

“am i going to be alive after this?” you laugh but it turns out to be a loud moan, he’s now kissing and biting your nipples again as he picks up his pace.

you grip on his back because of the changed pace. he bites the skin of your left boob a little too hard. you grab his face and kiss him, and just a glance to his perfect fucked up face makes you cum again trembling and shivering under him, moaning his name telling him to stop, but of course he doesn’t, chasing his own orgasm and cums right after you, spilling his warm white liquid inside of you.

“oh y/n,” he moans, almost sounds like he’s about to cry.

he rests on top of you, both of you panting, trying to recover but you feel too weak.

after a minute of just hearing the music blasting outside, you get up with trembling legs collecting your clothes and putting them on again. mark looks for his underwear, and wears it again.

you turn and you notice the scratch on his face. “shit. i’m sorry, mark.”

“what? why are you apologising?” he asks.

“the scratch on your forehead?” you approach him. he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.

he smiles, little do you know he enjoys rough sex. you’re still not fully dressed and mark pulls you by the hems of your panties. you groan. “what are you doing?”

“you’re so hot,” he murmurs. “wanna go again?”

you stare at him. “my friends and brother are probably looking for me.”

he hums, rubbing your thighs with his palms and looks at you. “another time then?”

“yeah,” you bite your lip.

“you know where to find me, baby,” he kisses your crotch, making you sigh.

you leave the room fixing your hair, acting as if mark didn’t rearrange your guts just minutes ago and join jaehyun, johnny and taeyong. jaehyun hands you your red cup and he sniffles. “you smell like sex.”

you turn to him. “what?”

“you smell like sex,” he repeats and has a sip of his drink. “was it good?”

you nod. “so fucking good.”

jaehyun smiles. “i’m always up for a threesome. tell your guy.”

you look at him. “i’ll think about it.”

he winks at you.

mark meets with his friends again and donghyuck frowns when he spots the scratch on his forehead. “dude, what happened?”

“huh?” he touches his forehead as if he didnt know, “i hit a door, i didn’t know i got this.”

“you’re so dumb,” jeno mocks him.

yves stares at him for a couple of seconds and notices something the other two guys didn't: a hickey next to the mole in his neck.

“was the name of that door y/n?” yves has a sip of her drink.

mark looks at her and grins. “who i fuck is none of your business.”

jeno and donghyuck whistle, raising their eyebrows. yves grins at him back. “of course it is my business because you keep sticking your dick inside me. like last night for example.”

jeno gives them a disgusted face and donghyuck frowns. “you two keep fucking? i thought you were done.”

“we are done,” mark states. “it’s just casual sex.”

“yeah,” yves stares at him. “i thought we had a deal.”

“you made that deal,” mark cocks an eyebrow to her.

“i really hope y/n is clean, or it’s going to be so much fun seeing your dick rotting.”

“let me worry about that, beautiful,” he waves her off.

“and this is why you should not fuck your ex,” jeno mutters.

later that same night, you make sure you don’t get drunk since you’re driving back and it’s a long way. you lean against the led bar where the bartenders are and as you are about to order something to drink, a black haired man wearing a silk blue shirt and black pants stands next to you. “whiskey on the rocks for me and for the miss just a coke. thank you.”

you cock an eyebrow to him. “excuse me?”

he turns to you and smiles. “i didn’t introduce myself, did i? i’m kim doyoung.” he extends his hand.

you stare at his hand and take it, shaking it slightly. “y/n.”

“i know,” he says. “i’ve been watching you.”

“watching me?” you look at him.

“during the drift and here,” he hands you your glass with coke. “you’re fascinating. i might think i’m in love.”

you roll your eyes. “what do you want?”

“why do you think i want something?” he tilts his head.

“you tell me, doyoung.” you smile.

“smart,” he has a sip of his whiskey. “i like that.”

“so?”

“i want you to drift for me,” he offers.

you scoff. “sorry. i don’t need a sponsor.”

“i don’t want to be your sponsor, y/n,” he replies. “i want you to drift for me just one ocassion. i pay very well.”

“i don’t rob or kidnap people either,” you stare at him.

he laughs. “not that kind of job either. i just want you to drift against someone who’s been a pain in my ass.”

“and what makes you think me winning will stop from being a pain in your ass?” you tilt your head, cocking an eyebrow.

“well, we made a deal: if he loses he stops drifting and no one has been really good to beat him,” he rests an elbow on the bar. “but i bet you can.”

“who is he?” you inquire.

“no one really knows his name,” he runs his hand through his hair.”but some people call him ‘jwi.’”

you frown. “i have never heard of him.”

“how could you?” he looks at you, playfully. “you just came back.”

you smile sideways. “so you gossip, doyoung.”

“i hear things,” he smirks. “so, will you help me?”

you sigh. “yeah why not. but i want cash in advance.”

“sure thing. i’ll give you the half tomorrow and the rest when he’s out,” he smiles at you. “do we have a deal?”

doyoung extends his hand.

“それをしないでください。 あなたはこれより賢いです。” (sore o shinaide kudasai. Anata wa kore yori kashikoidesu) (don’t do it. you’re smarter than this) yuta whispers from the second floor, staring at you having a conversation with doyoung.

you stare at doyoung and then at his hand. “deal.” you shake his hand.

“くそ” (kuso) (fuck) yuta groans.

“i’ll see you tomorrow then,” doyoung finishes his drink. “enjoy the rest of the party, y/n.”

doyoung walks away and you sigh. you return to where johnny, taeyong and jaehyun are and you regret the decision immediately. your brother almost sucking someone’s life and taeyong and jaehyun dancing with two busty blondes.

jaehyun winks at you and you laugh shaking your head. you approach him and speak to his ear. “i’m gonna go home.”

“i’m going with you,” he replies loudly.

you shake your head in disagreement. “you stay and enjoy the party. make sure taeyong doesn’t get high.”

he nods and kisses your cheek. “call me when you get home.”

you leave the party and walk to your car. as you’re about to get the freeway, you stop at a red light and a black car lines next to you. you can’t see who’s inside since the windows are too dark, then you hear some music coming out from the car and you recognise the song.

it’s 千客万来 (senkyakubanrai) by miyavi and daoko.

yuta loved that song. it was one of his favourite songs.

you frown. is someone messing with you? it’s cruel.

the light changes to green and the car speeds up, leaving you behind. now you’re mad. you speed up as well.

coming at speed behind it. luckily, the freeway is somehow empty. you follow closely behind another car, similar to the one yuta had when you met him.

yuta tries to keep his eyes on the road, but he keeps glancing at the rearview mirror. he grins. he should’ve known you’re too good at driving. and he knows he should feel worried, but he’s actually enjoying it.

he misses you so much and it feels like the old times.

taking a deep breath, you can feel your leg pressing on the gas pedal automatically.  you speed through the freeway making a turn to an emptier road.

you see the car changing lines until he exits the freeway and you're going too fast you miss the exit. you curse under your breath. "fuck."

whoever is behind the sick joke you hoped they get what they deserve for doing such a thing.

(...)

“not gonna lie, i’m looking forward to the day you sit on my face,” you hear mark behind you.

you are bent over against a car, the hood open. wearing denim shorts.

it’s sunday and you would normally won’t work, but since you don’t have anything better to do, you think working on your car is a good idea.

you turn around, your ass cheeks now resting against the hood. you cross your arms on your chest. “you’re gross, mark.”

he smiles. “what are you working on?”

“it’s a secret,” you reply.

he hums. “fine. don’t tell me.”

“what are you doing here?”

“i actually came to see your brother,” he answers. “but i think he’s still asleep. he won’t pick up the phone.”

you nod. “he came home pretty late last night.”

“and you?” he walks to you and wraps his arms around your waist. “i saw you leaving and you didn’t say goodbye.”

you roll your eyes, placing your palms on his arms. “you were busy with your friend.”

“yves,” he smirks at you. “are you jealous, y/n?”

you scoff, pushing him away. “i am certainly not. just don't be so shameless and don't flirt with others when you've just fucked me.”

“did i hurt your feelings?” he pouts, mockingly. the same you did when you met him.

you squint your eyes at him. “whatever. it’s not like it’s happening again.”

he frowns. “why not? you clearly had a great time.”

“i did,” you admit. “but you’re doing business or whatever with my brother and the last thing i want is things to turn awkward.”

“and they won’t because we’re both adults,” he wraps his arms around your waist again, this time pulling you closer. “i can fuck you and still doing business with your brother. and of course, racing against you.”

“please give up, you will never beat me,” you cock an eyebrow to him.

“don't count your chickens yet, gorgeous,” he rubs your bottom lip and looks at you. “you still haven’t seen my best movements.”

you smirk. “you're all bark and no bite.”

he groans. “get in the car.”

“no. i’m busy.”

“y/n…” he warns.

“mark…” you imitate his tone.

he sighs heavily. “wait till i’m done with johnny. “

“i’ll be in my bedroom. maybe the door’s unlocked,” you wink at him.

mark pulls his lips away, towering over you with glinting eyes as he raises an eyebrow. “what was that?”

he doesn’t remove his fingers, continuing to draw small circles on your clit as you silently squirm. you bite down on your lip, pushing out another breath.

“gotta be.. quiet..” you say, sucking in a breath as mark runs his finger down between the lips and back up again, slowly. mark chuckles softly.

“ah..” mark laughs softly, smirking. “so… this?”

he begins to tease your entryway, which makes you arch your back slightly and let out another soft gasp. mark laughs again.

“this is gonna be fun.” pressing his lips back to your skin again, he continues to tease, using all his fingers to make you wetter and wetter, trying to force a noise out of you. yet you refuse, enjoying the pleasure through muted moans, soft gasps, and occasionally a very tiny hum. mark doesn’t relent, as his lips travel further and further down your body, making sure to take his time. soon, his mouth replaces his fingers. your back starts to arch again with every movement of his tongue against you.

mark sneaked into your room when johnny had to use the bathroom and jisung locked himself in his bedroom. but unfortunately, your bedroom is between your brothers' bedroom.

each flick of his tongue against you makes you gasp slightly louder, but not loud enough to be heard outside the room. mark continues to make you squirm, laughing softly again as he pulls his lips away from you. he moves a hand up to catch your attention, and you look down at him, his lips glistening.

“still no noise?” he asks, and you shake your head, gasping again as he moves himself back into position. you snake your hands to his hair, wrapping your fingers around the strands as you arch your back again as he expertly moves. humming again, he moves his lips away, looking over at you again.

“ready?” he asks, as he lowers his sweats.

he positions himself over you, pushing your hips up, he slides inside of you slowly and, knowing that something is coming, instinctively grabs one of the pillows behind your head. handing it to you with a smile, you quickly take it and bite down hard, releasing a muffled moan. mark lets out a laugh, beginning to move inside of you now that you had something to muffle the noise. it's still not screaming, mind, but it's slightly louder than what you were doing before.

mark starts sucking on your skin again, littering kisses along your collarbone. “hmm..” he mutters against your skin, peeling himself out slowly before pushing back in quickly, making you push out another muffled moan as you arched your back slightly. “should have gone to my place instead.”

you can feel yourself getting closer to climax, as mark gripped the back of your thighs, digging his nails in softly. your muffled noises are rising in pitch, as you move the dampened pillow and his name slips through your lips in the softest whine. mark hums, slowing down in his tempo as you hold on as long as you can. then, as the climax hits, you let out a soft groan that suddenly gets quite loud.

mark lets out a laugh and presses a kiss to your forehead. he comes inside of you soon after, pulling himself out after a few seconds. he lays next to you and looks at you, smiling.

"i hate you so much," you groan, putting your palm on his face.

he giggles. "i should go now."

"you better before I slap you," you smile at him.

"you're very kinky," he says, standing up and looking for his clothes.

you give him your middle finger and he laughs. he approaches the bed and kisses your finger. "later, gorgeous."

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