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Kinkuary 07 Yeosang — degradation // panties

➥ dom!Yeosang × brat!Reader summary: Yeosang hates it when his girlfriend talks back so he decides to shut her up so he can use her without her running her mouth like the little brat she is. wc: 3.8k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): dom!Yeosang, bratty!Reader, degradation (use of slut, whore, dirty/naughty girl, bitch, etc), Yeosang goes feral when the reader wears his favorite lingerie, use of panties as a gag, fingering, protected sex (reader is on birth control), a couple spanks, some hair pulling, Yeosang goes hard and rough but the aftercare is incredible and the post nut snuggles are 👌🏻 Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch @rdiamond2727 @indigo35 @sanjoongie @moonlightsora MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: i didnt mess up this time and remembered to finish editing the whole thing! Lmao anyway I almost made this a dom!Reader but I suck at writing those because I've never dommed in my life lmao plus, the idea of being a brat to Yeosang and having him shove my panties in my mouth to shut me up is top tier in my honest opinion. But don't worry, there will be more dom!Reader content later this month! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

Yeosang sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

‘I love my girlfriend. I love my girlfriend,’ he told himself repeatedly in his head.

And it was true. He really did love you. You were one of the few people in the world that truly understood him.

It was rare for him to find someone who understood his humor, or could relate to him on a deeper level than whether or not they like pancakes or waffles more.

He’d never met someone he wanted to spend hours upon hours talking to about anything and everything until he met you.

He’d have to send Wooyoung another thank you card for bringing you to him.

Your existence was truly a blessing to Yeosang, but sometimes it was a curse.

Particularly when you were being a brat. Like right now.

God, when you acted like a brat, it drove Yeosang up the wall but he wasn’t above putting you in your place.

“Please, Y/N,” Yeosang tried again, attempting to be reasonable and not snap.

“Today is not the day to get on my bad side.”

He could see the way you tried to hide a smirk. ‘Goddamn it.’

“Oh really? And why is that?” you asked, sitting up on the bed in your shared bedroom.

Yeosang curled his fingers into his palms, balling his hands into fists.

You were really testing his patience today and he was over it.

“Y/N, honey, please. Just do this for me and don’t question me,” he asked, pleading with you to listen.

“Oh, breaking out the pet names now?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You really think that’s gonna sway me?”

‘Oh, that’s it.’

Yeosang moved in an instant, pushing you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you and hovering over you.

“I asked you nicely three times. You know what happens when you don’t listen?”

You tried to push him off you but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head and pushing your thighs apart with his knee.

“Let me go,” you hissed, trying to pull free but he wasn’t going to give in easily.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he growled, sitting back and shifting as he pulled you up, dragging you over his lap until your ass was in front of him.

“Yeos-AAH!” You cried out as his hand made contact with your ass, the sound ringing out.

“Count,” he ordered. You looked over your shoulder at him. “No,” you replied defiantly. Yeosang’s eyes narrowed and he landed another smack on your ass.

You cried out again, skin tingling from the pain. “Stop it!” You tried wriggling in his grasp but Yeosang held you still. “If you won’t hold still, I’ll tie you down!” He growled. “I’d like to see you try!” You hissed.

Yeosang threw you back onto the bed, getting up and moving to the dresser that stood against the wall. He pulled out something long and red and before you had a chance to get away, he had both your wrists bound together with the red satin rope and was using the tail to tie you to the footboard.

“Let me go, Yeosang!” You said, pulling on the rope and trying to yank it free but knowing your boyfriend, he tied the knot too well for it to just come loose.

You looked up at him, watching the way his chest rose and fell with each labored breath. His hair was tussled, strands falling into his face. He combed his fingers through his hair, pushing the stray strands away.

“Now you should calm down,” he said, kneeling on the bed.

“Like hell I will!” You growled at him. You felt another sharp smack to your bottom, making you moan this time. “I told you I’d teach you a lesson,” he said, moving to kneel behind you. “What are you doing?” You asked, trying to look over your shoulder at him. You felt his hands on your hips, smoothing over your shorts.

“Did you know you’re soaked through your shorts?” Yeosang asked, eyeing the wet patch where your crotch was. “No I didn’t,” you protested.

“Then did you piss yourself?” He demanded. “No!”

Yeosang returned his gaze to your clothed pussy.

“Then let’s have a look,” he said, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down with your underwear, exposing your obviously wet pussy to him.

“Yeosang!” You said indignantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“So you’re telling me you aren’t wet right now?” He asked, inspecting you, bringing a finger to your clit and swiping over it, collecting some of your arousal.

Your body jolted at the sensation and you dropped your head, letting out a whimper.

You heard Yeosang chuckle from behind you. Your head snapped back up. “What’s so funny?” You asked.

“You are,” he said, smoothing his hand over your ass, admiring the marks from spanking you just moments ago.

“How am I funny?” You demanded, still trying to glance back at Yeosang.

You felt him get off the bed and tried twisting to see where he went.

Suddenly you felt his hand close around one of your ankles and tug, forcing you to fall onto the mattress and a yelp to erupt past your lips. With you stretched out, he removed your shorts and panties fully.

“You could have asked for my help!” you whined, rolling onto your side to look at him. Your eyes widened when you realized he was holding your panties in his hand, staring at them intently. His head turned slowly to gaze at you, making you feel smaller and like prey caught in a trap and a predator happened upon you.

“So you thought you’d just wear these and I wouldn’t find out?” Yeosang asked, his voice low as he walked around to the footboard of the bed. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your words failing you.

In his hand was a pair of black mesh panties. They were part of a set that Yeosang had claimed was his favorite one and one you knew he loved to see you wear. The back was made up of a complex mess of straps while the front was the mesh material. The matching bra, which you were indeed wearing, was the same black mesh with straps made from a soft black elastic,

Yeosang grabbed your shirt by the hem and pulled it over your head, letting it fall onto your arms.

“You were prepared,” he said admiring the black mesh and the way it looked against your skin.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” He asked. You shook your head. “No. My comfy set is in the wash,” you answered. It was the truth. Your comfiest set of underwear was in the wash and this was the next most comfortable.

“Sounds like a lie,” he said, walking back around to the side of the bed and climbing on behind you.

“It’s the truth!” You whined as he grabbed your hips and pushed you onto your stomach before he pulled you up onto your knees, keeping your chest pressed against the mattress.

Yeosang scoffed, not buying your explanation. “Uh-huh. Sure it is, slut,” he said. You opened your mouth to talk back but gasped when you felt him pull your ass back against him, grinding his hard erection into you.

He leaned over, a smirk on his face. “What, no witty comeback?” He asked before pressing a kiss to your shoulder and leaning closer to your ear. “Color?”

That was something you loved about Yeosang. No matter what role he slipped into, he made sure to check with you that you were okay. You’d both decided to use the color system in addition to a safeword. When he wasn’t sure whether or not to continue, he’d ask you for a color. Green for good, yellow for change, and red for stop.

“Green,” you whispered, trying to hide your smile as he pulled himself upright.

“God,” he said, looking down where your wet heat had rubbed against his pants, leaving a noticeable wet patch.

“You’re so wet that you could soak my pants,” he said, giving your hips a firm squeeze.

“I bet you’re so wet you could take my cock right now without any prep,” he added, moving his hands to your ass and spreading you so he could see your cunt unobstructed. “Wanna test it?” He asked, a hint of amusement to his voice.

“You wouldn’t,” you said, voice shaking. His hands were so close to where you wanted them yet so far from giving you any sort of friction.

“I wouldn’t?” Yeosang asked, fingers digging into your skin, nails leaving crescent shapes behind.

“You don’t have it in you,” you said, your words hitting him unprepared. “You’re so whipped for this pussy.”

Without a word, Yeosang shoved two fingers into your dripping cunt, making you gasp.

“You mean this pussy?” He asked, curling his fingers slightly, making you whimper. “The one I’m going to fuck until I’ve pumped it full of my cum? The one that only I get to fuck? That pussy?”

You moaned, walls clenching around his fingers. “The-ng- the only way you’re getting it is by tying me down, Yeosang,” you replied, your hands balling into fists as Yeosang slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“To teach you a lesson,” he retorted. “You’re being such a damn brat.”

You let a giggle slip out as you pushed back into his hand and just as quickly as he filled your cunt with his fingers, he left it empty, making you whine.

“Only good girls get to cum,” he said, leaning over your back as he brought his fingers to your mouth. “Open.”

You turned your head, refusing to obey him. “Don’t make me ask again, Y/N,” he growled, grabbing your chin with the other hand and bringing his fingers to your lips. “Open your fucking mouth, slut.”

He held your chin in place as you reluctantly parted your lips, allowing him to push his fingers into your mouth and onto your tongue, making you taste yourself. “Clean them,” he barked. Rather than make a fuss as his fingers were already in your mouth, you obeyed, tongue swirling around his fingers and sucking your arousal off them.

Yeosang released your chin, pleased with your compliance but he knew it wouldn’t last. It never did with you.

You, who liked to push his buttons. You, who liked to talk back and make things much more difficult than they needed to be. You were defiant in every way and tonight, Yeosang would finally put you in your place. If that was with a rough fucking, then so be it.

You opened your mouth, tilting your head back to show him that you could listen. He pulled his fingers from your mouth. “See?” You said, eyes shutting, quite pleased with yourself. “I can listen when I want to,” you added.

“So it would seem,” Yeosang said softly, his fingers keeping your mouth open as he looked inside it.

Without warning, he shoved something into your mouth, causing you to cry out in shock and your eyes to open.

“Don’t you dare push that out,” he growled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. The ferocity in his voice made your legs quiver, sending chills up your spine. He’d never been so rough before and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you.

Yeosang waited for you to nod before his expression softened. “Green?” He asked softly. You nodded again and he let go of you.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you,” he said in that same tone from before.

You heard the sound of his belt and a zipper being pulled before a slight rustle of cloth. Assuming he pushed his pants down, you waited for him to enter you, bracing yourself as you felt the tip of his cock rub against you ever so slightly but made no move to push into you.

After a couple moments, you opened your mouth to ask what the hold up was but found yourself unable to speak as Yeosang suddenly rammed into you, a scream ripping from your throat.

“Oh that’s new,” Yeosang said with a chuckle. “I’ve never made you scream before.”

“Mmhhmm,” you moaned, the sound muffled by the panties stuffed in your mouth. Your walls clenched around him as you tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

“Have I rendered you speechless in one thrust?” He asked in a mockingly sweet tone. “Where’s that attitude now?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, even with the gag, before he started a punishing pace, his hips hitting your ass with each hard thrust. “I knew you’d take my cock easily,” he said, his breathing shaky as he continued to pound into you.

“Such a receptive little slut,” he purred, one hand tangling in your hair and pulling back, arching your back and making you moan again as his hips continued their assault. “Still green, baby?” He whispered near your ear, loosening his grip on your hair so you could nod quickly. “Good girl,” he said, a rare praise that made your heart swell and sent butterflies to your stomach.

His grip tightened and he pulled back again.

Moans left your mouth, muffled by your gag, with each hard thrust he gave you. His cock hit deeper than he’d ever hit before, making you see stars in your vision. You could feel something running down the inside of your thighs and assumed it was your own arousal. “F-fuuuck,” Yeosang groaned from behind you.

“You take my cock so well. Such a greedy little cunt you have,” he added, punctuating his sentence with a harsh thrust. He looked down where your bodies connected and was surprised to see how you’d gotten even wetter as he fucked you.

“Looks like you’re making a mess. You’re so fucking filthy,” he scoffed. “What a dumb, dirty little whore. You like being used like this?” He asked, leaning forward and pulling your head back to look up at him.

You were an absolute vision. Black panties shoved into your mouth, cheeks red and eyes glossed over. “Shit, look at you,” Yeosang said, a smirk forming on his face. “You love this, don’t you? Being tied up and letting me use this tight little hole, you just love it don’t you?”

You couldn’t respond, even if you didn’t have your panties in your mouth.

Yeosang's hips slowed to a stop, making you ask what he was doing, albeit in a very muffled voice.

When he didn’t answer, you pushed back against him, urging him to move. You felt his hand make contact with your ass cheek, your body reacting and a moan sounding from your throat.

“Are you that needy you have to fuck yourself on my cock? Can’t wait for me?”

You shook your head, knowing if he thought you didn’t need him to move, he’d make you do all the work.

Yeosang let out a growl, resuming the same unrelenting pace from before.

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to play,” he panted.

His hands held your hips, pulling you back to meet each thrust, making more muffled moans slip past your gag. You dug your fingers into the sheets, trying to ground yourself against his force.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just sit there and take what I give you, stupid slut,” he growled.

Your head dropped, forehead resting against your forearms, eyes shutting as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls with each thrust, the head hitting your most sensitive spots. You weren’t going to last if he kept going like this.

“You falling asleep?” He asked, the dominant tone in his voice gone. It was replaced by pure concern.

You lifted your head, shaking it and putting his worry at ease.

“Green?” He asked, confirming you were still good. You nodded again.

“Good, I’m close. Are you close?” He whispered. You nodded with a moan, your walls squeezing him as your orgasm drew closer and closer.

Yeosang reached around your stomach, darting between your thighs and finding your clit and drawing circles in time with his thrusts. You let out a cry, body tensing as your climax started to wash over you. “That’s it, come for me,” Yeosang whispered, his lips inches from your ear. “Good girl. You did so well.”

The soft tone of his voice as he coaxed you through your orgasm had your mind reeling, thighs squeezing together as the aftershocks of your high rolled over you.

The constant convulsing of your cunt around his cock pushed Yeosang over the edge and he came inside you, filling your heat with his load as he continued to thrust erratically, fucking his cum further into you as a small amount spilled out of your used hole, rolling down your thighs and dripping onto the bed below.

“Fuck!” Yeosang growled, his hips finally stilling and his cock buried deep inside your already full cunt.

He pulled his hand away from your swollen and sensitive clit, pulling your panties from your mouth and tossing them somewhere in the room. He’d worry about them later.

“Talk to me baby,” he murmured, pressing light kisses to your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, body shaking as you tried to keep yourself up but your thighs were numb and shaking.

“I can’t feel my legs,” you muttered. Yeosang pulled out of you, wincing as more of his cum spilled out of you. He was gonna have to wash the sheets tonight.

“Hang on, baby,” he said, pulling his pants up and zipping them up. He moved around the bed to untie you from the footboard. He worked quickly, untying your wrists and pulling the rope from them, letting it fall to the floor. Another thing he’d worry about later.

He carefully laid you down on your side, hands moving to massage your thighs. “I’ll be right back,” he said softly, getting up from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

You heard the water running and a moment later, he reappeared, stripping himself of his clothes and pulling on clean ones.

He returned to your side, taking your wrists gently in his hands and rubbing the marks from the ropes.

“Was it too tight?” He asked, looking into your face. You shook your head. “No. Was perfect. Thank you,” you mumbled sleepily. Yeosang cupped your cheek, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips. “Stay awake, baby. You can’t go to sleep yet.”

“But ‘m so sleepy,” you whined. Yeosang chuckled, the hand on your cheek moving to comb through your hair. “I know sweetheart, but I can’t let you sleep until after I care for you. Can you walk?”

You shook your head again. “Legs don’t work.”

Yeosang stood up, scooting you towards the edge of the bed before lifting you carefully and carrying you into the bathroom. He set you on your feet, keeping you upright as the blood started to work its way back into your legs. He helped you lift your leg and lowered you into the hot bath water before turning it off.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair and disappearing through the door.

You inspected your wrists, the red marks from the rope starting to dissipate. You stretched your legs, trying to get the blood flowing again.

Yeosang returned after a few minutes, during which you were able to get your legs working. “You okay?” He asked, kneeling by the side of the tub, setting a fresh towel and clean clothes on the closed lid of the toilet.

“‘M okay, Yeo,” you affirmed, smiling at your boyfriend. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

“You want to stay in there a little longer or get out?” He asked, nodding at the tub. “I could stay a little longer,” you answered. Yeosang moved to sit on the side of the tub, grabbing your favorite bath sponge. “Then lean forward for me a little bit?” He asked, smiling when you obliged him without fuss.

He carefully scrubbed and massaged your back, fingers working over your shoulders as well. Watching your reaction, Yeosang dragged the mesh sponge down your chest, past your stomach and between your legs. Your lips parted in a sigh as he worked the sponge against your skin soothingly, scrubbing off any remnants of his and your cum. He left no spot untouched and kept going until the water started to cool down.

Once you were clean, he pulled the plug and helped you stand, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around you. It wasn’t the first time Yeosang had helped dry your body and it wouldn’t be the last.

After he was certain you were sufficiently dry, he helped you dress, allowing you to hold his shoulder to keep balance as he held your underwear for you to step into, pulling it up and doing the same for your shorts. Your shirt was the easy part,

He led you back into the bedroom and you saw he’d pulled the sheets and put fresh ones on. He sat you down and sat next to you, grabbing a bottle of water from the side table where a plate of fruit sat as well.

You looked at him as he twisted the cap off the bottle of water.

“You always take such good care of me,” you muttered as he handed you the water, grabbing the plate of fruit and snacking on a grape.

“Well,” he said, swallowing his bite. “I may call you mean things during sex,” he explained.

“But you’re still my baby girl,” he added in a much quieter voice. “I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if I didn’t pamper you after what I just put your body through.”

You smiled again, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Yeo,” you whispered.

The two of you finished off the fruit and water before climbing into bed. Yeosang reached over to turn off the lamp beside the bed, throwing the room into darkness before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

“Yay,” you said softly, making him chuckle. “What?” He asked.

“This is my favorite part,” you replied. “What is? Sleeping?” Yeosang asked with a laugh.

“No,” you answered. “The snuggles.” Yeosang smiled at you in the darkness, kissing your hair.

“Ahh, the snuggles,” he repeated, you nodding in response.

“Yeah, post nut snuggles are the best.”

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez x reader #kang yeosang #yeosang scenarios #yeosang imagines #yeosang smut #yeosang x reader #kwanisms kinkuary #kinkuary 2023

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autiedonnie · 20 days

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So, what is your Transformers Fan Continuity like? 🤩

Ok ok so Neo:U is a next gen au in a sense? Many fankids bc i adore sparklings and odd crackships that ended up weirdly wholesome. I made it with my bf @official-big-gay-fish

Basically in Neo:U Megatron as the Decepticon leader never lost his way at least in the sense no violence he comitted was against his fellow con, his fight was ALWAYS to liberate the lower caste and cold forged. When he realized the Autobots who in this AU are spear headed by the Senate ( Optimus and those who follow him are a splinter faction of the original Senate controlled Autobots who want to prevent either side from destroying Cybertron and end things peacefully) were going to win he boarded every con the nemesis and left Cybertron. (This is a whole other thing i can get into) Optimus determined to find his old friend travels the starts with his splinter group of Autobots to find them upon discovering the Senate intends to either kill or reprogram every con the capture. Eventually they find Earth and due to low energon reserves they stay there for a while and ironically never interact with humans lmao.

Anyways the main crux of the story is Hot Rod is appointed head of the Survey Corps. where and his group scour Earth for resources and to learn about humans to live in peace with them in the future. Everything’s going great until they run into a group of cons.

Hot Rod being the person he is and not wanting to lose his freedom on Earth convinces everyone to stay quiet. This leads to shenanigans and multiple accidental interactions with the con kids. Especially since this au they use holoavatars a lot. Overtime to keep the peace and keep everyone safe and maybe a bit of curiosity they all truce which turns into friendship. a lot of the story revolves around these kids uncovering their past of a war ravaged planet, who their parents were during the war, coming to terms with trauma (especially generational oop), and finally ending said war. Also uhhhhh oops sorry kids you may be buddies now but hey haha whats that in sky? On no its scourge and the terrorcons.

You get a lot of high tension awkward interactions with the autobot and con kids! I say kids but they’re basically robot 25 which is absolutely baby to the old bots.

Autobots are

Hotrod (this hot rod is a MTO but my god no one will ever know outside Optimus and Ratchet) your typical Hot Rod stuff, big loud jokester who never takes anything seriously and hates himself. He has a Situationship with Magnus that he doesn’t wanna think about.

Strongarm- Shes Jazz and Prowls kid in this universe, looks like Jazz unfortunately takes after Prowl. A lot of her story is unpacking the beliefs Prowl instilled into her. She’s socially awkward and sucks at reading the room, but is very into music and singing. She also finds out she loves fighting and spars with everyone!!

Cloudchaser- One of my OCs, was found in the ruins of Vos as a sparkling by Wheeljack and Ratchet. They tried to find her family but do to what happened to Vos there’s very few flyers in the Autobots making trying to find them dangerous. So now she has a mad scientist grandpa and a grouchy grandpa. Clouds a very bubbly, chatty person. She’s the autobot gossip, if its a rumor Cloud knows it. If its sensitive info Cloud knows it. Cloud is super competent but she hides that behind a hyper egotistical, sassy, bratty mask because she has mixed feelings on being an autobot. Shes Hot Rods amica, and one of the only ones who knows hes a MTO.

Starpursuit- My bfs fankid of Elita-1 and Arcee. They’re a motorcycle and use they/she/he. Pursuits the type if they don’t respect you she’s not listening, they got that bullheadedness in them. Hes definitely a bit obsessive and intense at times, they get bored easy and love fun so shes easily swayed into Hot Rod shenanigans. Shes got the worlds biggest crush on Strongarm.

Metamelody- Another fankid of the bf. He’s Ironhide and Chromias! Hes a big ass van, almost as big as his sire. Mel is extremely soft and sweet. He’s shy, and despite being a ruler follower like Strongarm is easily pulled into shenanigans. He joined Hot Rods crew because he doesn’t know how to tell Ironhide he doesn’t want to go into weapons op, he wants to be a musician.

Decepticon kids

Nitrobreak-BFs oc whose the kid of my characters Cursor and Blackdirge. Nitrobreak is Hot Rods foil, he as zero worrys or doubts about his position as his crews leader. He’s confident and wears it well and it frustrates Hot Rod. Hes well loved amongst his faction and has a very healthy understanding of who he is. His challenge in life is all external vs Hot Rods internal struggles. They hate each other at the start

Blacklight- BFs oc, unfortunately Shockwaves child. If you acknowledge this or bring it up Blacklight will maul you. They were conceived when Shockwave was still a senator, and came into life during the war but because Neonstreak their carrier is a NAIL they never experienced it. They have complicated feelings about Shockwave, they’re scared of him but they love him, they’re obsessed with him, they want to understand him and work with him in energon conservation. They ARE daddy issues.

Dragstrip- Swindles kid because I made a joke they look similar and it somehow stuck. Devious trickster bastard, will sell everything and everyone for a single cornchip minus his carrier.

Wildbreak- u kno the joke wilbreak rid15 is breakdown and knockouts kid? Yeah yeah 100% hes still the awkward shy easily started person hes shown as in rid15. He wants to be a nurse and studies under his sire!

Jetlag- remember when I mentioned some of the ships that were crack ships that became canon? Yeah Jetlags the result of one of those crackships. Hes Skywarp and Thunderhoofs kid. Hes a seeker, but has fuck all antlers and hoof peedes instead of heels. He’s a bit stupid, and continuously bonks people with his antlers by accident. He has a crush on Blacklight but never wants to admit it because he knows Blacklights so scared of becoming Shockwave he doesn’t even want to attempt relationships.

#SORRY THISVGOT SO LONG #feel free to ask anything pre during or post war about canon characters or ocs

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99liners · 1 year

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Heyy Jaime

In one of your previous ask an anon had asked you that how would kth react to tanaz swooning over someone else like k drama actor or an idol and you had said that he would probably try to change his style to match them so I wanted to ask how will the other tatemae men react to their wife's doing the same

henlo bb

i like this question ehehehe!

kaiho!jjk:

he would be indifferent for the most part but maybe sneer at the actor every time he shows up on the screen. and he hates to admit it, but he might try to pick up on some of the mannerisms of the character that you are haplessly love in with instead of being in love with him which you should be! and we all know if we are talking k-drama characters then the character must be 1000x times gentler compared to jjk so you would be easily able to pick on these changes and the moment you catch him in the act, he would grow so red and proclaim, “no one can ever know” and walk out. lmao.

nodus tollens!pjm:

he would whineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, whine and wallow all day every day till the day the k-drama would air on television. he would keep claiming that he absolutely hates the character and thinks he is stupid but would also tune in with you to watch the k-drama and do a whole ass commentary with you about the plot xD also kinda sorta finds the actress v cute. he is a simp okay? don’t come at me. every time you catch him making heart eyes at her, he goes “unlike you, a mere mortal who gets swayed easily, i am an angel who only has his eyes on you.”

adronitis!knj:

he thinks it’s childish, not in a bad way but more like “you are cute when you simp for k-drama characters”. once you asked if he ever feels threatened and he chuckled, pulled you on his lap and said, “they are mere boys, i am the man you want and have in your life” (yes, i am being self-indulgent, stfu)

psychomachy!jhs:

same as his bestie knj, jhs also thinks it’s childish in a cute way. for your next birthday, he gets the actor over to the party to surprise you. yeah, he can be super forgetful at times, but he can do nice things too uwu.

liberosis!myg:

in all probability, he doesn’t know about your crush. on the off chance, that he does he thinks it’s okay because like ?? what ?? is ?? he ?? supposed ?? to ?? do ?? about ?? it ?? once he asked what do you like the best about your favourite character (expecting an answer about the actor’s personality or acting skills) but you just said “he hot boy” and he made a disgusted face before walking out.

#still with queue #asks #anon #enouement #kaiho #tatemae series #askjaim #nodus tollens #adronitis #psychomachy #liberosis

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raitrolling · 2 years

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and of course kat's ex and her uhhh friend, G E R L & S U H A I lmao

G - Growing - How have they changed over time? How has their self-image changed? Are they more or less of a risk-taker? Has their approach to romance changed?

She got worse LMFAO But really being put through the wringer did a number to her self-esteem, self-image, and everything else. She was always shy and awkward, but she never used to be so withdrawn to the point of isolating herself every time things start going wrong (or start going too well that she can't handle the inevitable fallout). She's very much aware that she's in a bad place, but the best she can do is accept that things won't get better because she won't put in the effort, so might as well keep trying to get through every night.

She's always been a risk-taker because she's prone to having Bad Ideas that she tries to act on thinking they'll get her whatever she wants, but now she'll also engage in more self-destructive behaviour. Sometimes you just gotta try stealing from a dangerous individual just to feel something, y'know.

E - Entrepreneur - How do they make money? Are they willing to take financial risks? How do they approach making deals with others?

Pickpocketing, theft, scavenging for spare change, and maybe getting a paycheck from the Clinic if Ullane is willing to compensate her knowing that money is leaving her hands the moment she's given it. She can't hold onto money for long, and more often than not it ends up getting spent on alcohol and snacks rather than things she actually needs.

She would always be willing to do something risky if there's a chance she'll end up earning a decent sum of money in the end. She's very easily swayed by money, and has no clue how to cut a good deal so she'll take things on face value.

R - Rebel - Do they follow rules, bend or break them? Do they find rebelliousness in others attractive?

Kat keeps quiet about her views on the hemospectrum, as she thinks it's unfair but also knows there's no way it'll ever get changed. She's always trying to break rules if she thinks she can get away with it and the end result will be beneficial to her, with varying degrees of success (mostly none).

She probably feels more comfortable around rebels because she knows their values will align, but she also knows how dangerous that can be. But she also greatly values people she perceives to be 'good' and follow the rules, even if it makes her feel horrible because she knows she can never do the same.

L - Lover - How do they show love? Do they love themselves? Do they believe that all you need is love?

She tries, but she's really awkward about it. She gets flustered easily by open displays of affection, and she's a lot more lowkey about her affections. She might try and offer some food or water to someone she likes who might need it, or let her friends stay at her hive if they want (while feeling embarrassed because she cannot keep that place tidy even if her life depended on it).

She absolutely does not love herself at all, and she'd like to believe that all you need is love, but she doesn't think she deserves it.

S - Seeker - How do they go in search of new information? Do they accept ideas on faith or do they need to test out information for themselves?

Kat is not proactive at all, and more often than not she'll think she's come up with a solution to whatever she needs to know and will just act on that. Who needs research when you've got a good imagination?

She doesn't really feel the need to test out anything other people have told her either. She'll just accept things as is, and if she disagrees with it will think it sounds fake but not try to challenge it.

U - Ugly - What traits to they find unattractive in others? Do they have any of those traits themselves?

I don't think Katrin really thinks about what she finds unattractive in others, as she's too preoccupied with thinking about what she hates about herself. It's okay if other people are rude or greedy or parasitic or don't know how to connect with others, but when she does it it makes her a bad person.

H - Hero - What makes someone a hero in their eyes? Who is their biggest hero in life? Why? Do they consider themselves to be heroic?

Kat thinks the only heroes are like, Literally Superheroes lmao. She likes reading comics, but also thinks that all the heroics her favourite characters can do are limited to fiction only. How can she pull off all those impossible feats to help others? She doesn't have the powers, or the fighting abilities, or the gadgets...

She has a tendency to put people she likes on a massive pedestal to both admire their best qualities while also making it clear that she's nowhere near their level and doesn't deserve to be. She still thinks of Gerrel as being the best troll she's ever met, which is exactly why someone like her shouldn't be burdening him with all her awful qualities and bringing him down to her level.

A - Advocate - How do they show their support for others? Are there any causes that they publicly support? Why?

She... Doesn't really lmao, she doesn't know how to and feels awkward doing it, like any supportive words don't sound right coming out her mouth or people might question why she's trying to be supportive. So she prefers to hang back and watch people from a distance, letting them decide if they consider that 'support' or just her being present.

She doesn't really care about supporting any causes, apart from the cause to Give Her Things.

I - Inventor - How creative is their thinking? Do they seek out the opinions of others or rely on their own ideas? What’s their problem solving approach?

Kat has a wild imagination that has never done her any good. She tends to get all these bright ideas about how to get rich or solve all her problems that are in no way rooted in reality but seem to make sense to her, and will act on them believing that they will work out exactly as she thought.

She doesn't like to seek out the opinions of others because she doesn't want other people to know she needs help or advice, because that would mean burdening them with her own problems. Combined with the above, this is a recipe for disaster.

#asks #divinebastet #headcanon #katrin rissah #i say kat and suhari are friends even tho she probs doesnt go out of her way to hang out with him #but if she sees him around shes thinking :) its no-longer-hot-hands buff man :)

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ticktockmyclockworkhart · 2 years

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if you're still doing the ship thing: polly and oz

Ok so I know I’m probably not gonna make any friends with these takes :(

Admittedly this gets kinda heavy below I’m sorry my friend you probably didn’t ask for this lmao, this is very heavy projection swaying literally every word I say here, and this is very long so I’m gonna give you a tldr:

Personal discomfort, I project too much onto fictional, people who do enjoy it are no less sexy just because i don’t enjoy it

Whether I ship it or not

I feel like my ships are in three categories of “I ship it”, “if I had the limitless power of being a multishipper I’d ship it”, and “I just don’t ship it” and I’m sorry to say this falls in the third category.

Doesn’t mean that I hate people who ship it or anything! Hating people over ships and takes when it comes to fandoms, if said ship or take isn’t harmful (I think most people know what I’m referring to) is just dumb to me, so just because a ship is something I personally dislike doesn’t mean I don’t respect the people who ship it!

I feel like I just have to make that distinction, because this ship is a pretty popular one, and I’ve not been active in the monster prom community but have been in plenty other fandoms so damage control mode is just pre-programmed in me whenever I say something like this lol

Why I ship it or not

Ok so admittedly a lot of this is HUGELY biased, but when it comes to ships and headcanons I think we all have at least a little personal bias that dictates what we like. And point being, I’m a lot like Oz. I fell for him when I discovered the series because he was written almost EXACTLY like my personality is, so I naturally project a lot onto him lol. And I have a lot of trauma around recreational substances if that makes sense? From even the most innocent and common types like alcohol or weed I’m terrified of it and can’t stand being around it. Trauma, again, but it makes me hyper paranoid and lose trust in people. I KNOW the mindset isn’t healthy, and I’m trying my best to work through that because it is genuinely a shitty way to view these things. So for me and all my chronic paranoia I just project onto Oz there and I think Polly’s love of partying with drugs and alcohol would just be overwhelming to him. I can’t really see him being able to keep up with her, in the same vein. He’s a hesitant and anxious guy so I feel like he and Polly, if around each other a lot, would put strain on each other because they’re at such different extremes of how they live and act with Polly being REALLY extroverted, loud, daring and fun and Oz being the opposite. I do like opposites attract type pairings but I think this is just too much for both sides yknow?

That being said when it comes to my shitty perspective on drugs and alcohol, I will say I love Polly as a character, make no mistake, she’s incredibly well and respectfully written and at the end of the day, despite my own reservations, my dislike of those substances and anxiety that comes from it is a ME problem. A character like Polly who knows how to enjoy drugs and alcohol responsibly, when to use them and when not to use them, I think she’s really amazing and a great reminder to people, people like me honestly, that you can enjoy those sorts of things and not be some out of control addict. It was actually Polly’s locket ending that hammered that reminder in, in full honesty, that my mindset and easily shifted trust was generally really shitty and I needed to check myself.

But yeah trauma that’s fun lmao, either way it’s not a ship I can get behind myself but I do understand the appeal which I talk about below!

My opinion on their canon potential (chemistry, canon interactions, etc)

I do like the polaroid description for these two, and unlike a certain Oz ship I really do get the appeal here! Oz likes surrounding himself with positive people, and the thing about Polly is that despite being the wild party girl she is, she’s very conscientious about his depression and anxiety and knows how he feels. I just don’t necessarily think Oz can keep up with her intensity and the extreme level she takes things to, he comes off like kind of a goody-two-shoes dork who would drag his feet in the face of a lot of that stuff. I think they have good friendship chemistry and Polly would totally cheer him on to put himself out there more, but as a sort of long term relationship situation from what I know about Oz, I think he wouldn’t be able to match her energy for long and she could end up getting bored.

My opinion on fanon interpretations/fandom around it (Favorite widespread hcs, pet-peeves, etc)

I’ve seen fics and stuff where Polly gets Oz to come out of his shell during parties, I remember one specifically over karaoke and it was really cute reading about how worked up and excited she got him, I love seeing Oz just enjoying some wholesome fun without needing to be anxious! Seeing the cute fanart of her bringing out a more excitable Oz who wants to just have a good time is adorable. And like I said, the polaroid does describe a really healthy relationship between the two and it’s cute. :)

Pet peeve though is in a lot of Oz and Polly stuff (Oz and Damien stuff has this issue too) I see a lot about Oz being this super deviant kinky sex god beneath his soft nervous boy facade and maybe it’s just the overpowering asexual in me but I’m not a fan of that portrayal of him. Some more closed-off, shy people don’t have some absolutely insane wild side tucked away but I notice with a lot of characters of his type they’re all sort of portrayed that way in fanon? And as someone very much like that myself sometimes I just like to see those characters just simply. Be. Without the need to make them secretly extra kinky or something.

(Maybe that’s just an AO3 problem tho…)

Anyway I’m sorry for the long, mostly negative post and the trauma dump, that was largely unnecessary I’m sure. I do just wanna say that while I’m not into the ship myself I can totally see the appeal, I mentioned that before, and people liking the ship doesn’t make me like, automatically hate them you know? I don’t know if I’m being clear aaaaa I’m rambling on but I just really worry about this post being misunderstood and coming off as hurtful? I’ve proofread this again and again but I struggle with tone too much to feel confident that even if this seems fine to me, will it be the same to other people?

I’m not sure I think my anxiety is getting me a little too hard aaaaa

#drugs tw #alcohol tw #not putting this in the main tag #i feel too nervous about this post for some reason #I’m so sorry for the unneeded trauma dump you didn’t ask for #But I just wanna say again if you like this ship you’re valid and I love you #my opinion on it does not dictate how I see any of y’all polly/oz enjoyers #keep being you you funky mfs 😘

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floral-elixir · 2 years

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i guess i should give a real update now that people follow me again haha.

idk. i love ryan so much. that boy really is just everything to me. i could not have asked for a better partner to be in love and do life with and i am so happy about the progress jacqi and i have made in our friendship too. polyamory is great and has made navigating my emotions and being able to self sooth so much easier. i’m able to communicate what’s going on with me and say what i need now instead of expecting my partner to pry and get the real answer. i can’t believe i went so long doing that and getting upset that the only ppl who fell for it were also (surprise) very manipulative lmao.

i know that for as much progress as i’ve made, i also still have a shit load of work to do.

i’m very much the child of narcissists and have an avoidant attachment, though i’m working on being mindful of this and doing my best to be more open and secure in my attachments. i’m trying to be more vulnerable with people i don’t know well and be secure in my reality enough to not let them sway me or make me regret it.

dating is so fucking hard, though. every time i find someone cool, there is just this glaring thing that makes me sad. it’s usually some kind of drug dependency and while i hold zero judgement on that in a friendship space, i have to prioritize myself and not let that be something i will accept in a partnership anymore. i’ve not smoked weed for over a year and only took a tiny bit of edible for geni’s bday, so i could relax and fall asleep. my drinking has gone from a few nights a week to maybe once or twice a month. my bottle of adderall has had well over half of the 90 day supply in it for months now. my muscle relaxers i got prescribed from my rib injury, i’ve only taken them to help me sleep when i move too much during the day and feel the muscle starting to cramp again. i haven’t even thought about doing any actual drug off the streets in years. actually, it’s very rare to drink more than one day a week anymore, and honestly, for the better because i was recently diagnosed with fatty liver. i will say that i still struggle with knowing my limit and like to get wasted, but i gotta pull back the reigns on that too or i risk dying like my grandpa did with liver disease.

oh. another thing. i’m so fucking overweight because i stopped drinking and smoking weed. you’d think i’d drop weight from that but nope. can’t cope with weed or drink or drug or pill? time to eat garbage and game for hours, i guess.

i’m trying to turn that into a gym and skating habit though. i miss being skinny. i want to lose the 110lbs i’ve gained the past 3 years.

anyway. if it’s not a drug/alcohol dependency, it’s an attachment style mismatch. i can’t do anxious attachment at all. i don’t have the spoons or bandwidth to text back every hour, especially when i’m working because i work with literal fucking acids and can’t put my focus anywhere else but on what i’m doing. it’s always so hard to put that boundary up too because i KNOW saying that we are incompatible in communication expectations leads to losing an otherwise cool friend but, ya know, it is what it is.

sometimes i want to leave houston. other times, i just could never leave it. it’s sweaty, it’s awful, i hate living here during the allergy seasons so bad, but i have everything i could ever ask for here. the little life i’ve built here means so much to me. i would probably do great in portland or seattle or chicago or new york. but would i like it as much? who knows.

in any case, i’ve decided that i’m going to start ivf treatments in two years with a sperm donor. i want to be a mom. i don’t have anyone in my life who i’d trust enough to be their dad and i am not letting that stop me. insane, prolly. but i make great money now and i know i could do it very easily, childcare costs in mind and all. i am starting to consider using a surrogate though. pregnancy is horrifying.

#that’s it i think #thanks ily #how are you?#gimme deets and updates #33

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garlique · 3 years

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if ur grace and u see this no u dont mention of police brutality but otherwise nothing too sketch

#i hate being so easily swayed lmao #like honestly just because i have an adverse emotional reaction to things sometimes doesn't mean that like #it's a BAD reaction u know??#like yea it's a bad reaction but maybe it's a reaction that i want or feel i need??#anyway now anytime i have like an emotional reaction to anything afam related i think abt my friend #telling me i should drop my afam major in this undergrad #im listening to the janelle monae song on repeat rn to write my piece on it and i took a minute to go look up a nme i didnt know #and read about how she died and like of course i teared up a 7year old girl was shot by police #fucking of course i have a bad reaction to that u know??#but just because i get emotional like. reading abt racism n shit doesn't mean the best idea is for me to drop my afam major #idk like i really cannot id why i feel like it's SO necessary to do my afam major without like betraying that im not #exactly who i present myself as #like i am honest abt it w some ppl to a degree but ive never told anyone the entire reason im an afam major #like ugh i could never articulate it but that is the only time i really feel like she crossed a boundary but #i cannot articulate WHY it felt so awful. u know. like.#ugh. i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it #im not gonna drop my afam major lol

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notnctu · 3 years

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push & pull | kim doyoung

❀ slytherin!doyoung x hufflepuff!femreader ❀ genre - SLOW BURN, smut, fluff, a bit of humor (idk not rlly) ❀ details - hogwarts!au, fwb to lovers?, y/n is a player lol, jealous doyoung, mutual pining, doyoung is a lil mean ❀ word count - 9.7k ❀ warnings - explicit language, possessiveness (a concept of marking), dom!doyoung, angry sex?, slight dirty talk, penetration, fingering, praise kink ❀ synopsis - in which a prideful slytherin and an oblivious hufflepuff play a clueless emotion game of tug of war.

❝I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?❞

❝People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you pursue me?❞ ❀ a/n - i changed the plot a little bit as i was writing lol but hopefully it still fits everything! i said this in the teaser, but i want to preface and say that the magic/marking is not canon to harry potter, and that the only thing im using are the sectional houses/subjects. besides that, everything is made up LMAO also pls b lenient with me, i read hogwarts!au but writing it is very out of my comfort zone and am very bad at creating anything magical

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Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, mindlessly and imperfectly steals glances your way across the dining tables and under several hundred floating lit candles. He sits huddled with his few posh friends that wear the same green and silver tie situated so tightly underneath their necks. And you, just looking as dazzling as ever, with your yellow and black tie hanging loose and a few buttons undone from your dress shirt.

He hates how easily you catch his attention and his ability to spot your figure in a dense crowd. You barely even look his way in public now, often distracted by a broad Gryffindor that tries to make flirtatious advantages at you. And when he thinks it can’t get any worse, it does… as you’re flashing your bright beautiful smile back at him and the shift in your body language.

“You’re staring again.” Yuta flickers between his friend and the subject of his focus.

Doyoung clears his throat, smooths his tie and physically turns his body away from the horrendous scene. “It’s very hard not to stare when she’s flirting with other men in front of me.”

“Does she do it on purpose?” The silver haired boy raises a questionable eyebrow and Doyoung reacts before he can speak.

He perks up and narrows his eyes at Yuta. “Purpose? Like to make me jealous?” Doyoung scoffs, laughs almost at the ridiculous thought. “The answer is no. We’re not exclusive, we’re nothing.”

“If you two are nothing, then why are you acting like you two are something? Get a grip, it’s practically sickening watching you fume over a ditzy Hufflepuff.” As Yuta prepares to bite into his delicious soft bread roll, it flies out of his grip, down the long table and onto another person’s plate.

Both boys are quick to stand to their feet and face each other chest to chest. Neither one of them is intimidated by the other, but their other friends around them are rather shocked by the sudden discrepancy.

Doyoung forcibly brushes off an imaginary dust off his good friend’s shoulders and draws a perfectly strained fake smile, knowing that others may be watching and he is a Prefect after all. But most importantly, you could be watching. “Call her that again, and your dinner won’t be the only thing that’s thrown across the table.” His threat is loud enough solely for Yuta to hear.

Yuta, with glaring eyes, picks up his dinner tray and walks off with his chin held high and a brisk in his stride. Doyoung clears his throat in the midst of the brief silence and out of habit, fixes his tie back in place. He takes a seat back down and the chatter at the table resumes, but he’s beyond embarrassed and disappointed at his loss of temper that everything drowns out.

Almost everything. He feels a light tap on his shoulder and out of annoyance, he spins around hastily and sharply snarls, “what?” But his eyes land on your fearful wide eyes and the slight cower in your stance, knowing that you caught onto his bad mood. And he’s half in disbelief that you’re approaching him right in the center of the Great Hall, that you’re standing so beautiful a foot away from him.

Instant regret and guilt fills his chest, his sharp eyes soften at your pout and the concerned furrow in between your brows. Nonetheless, he doesn’t have any words to say… he can’t get himself to apologize for his behavior.

“Do you want to walk to Herbology with me?” The quiver in your voice made you seem so small, so desperate for him, that he can hear the reactions of his friends. They’re laughing, at him, at you, at the whole scene that’s unfolding. He feels mocked, being a laughing stock isn’t something he’s very fond of.

His lips form a tight line, and in a snarky tone, “you don’t know your own way, Puff? Mind you ask your own Prefect to guide you.” Fuck. He tried to find the nicest way possible to brush you off, but his friends laugh a bit louder and intensely. And you didn’t like that one bit.

Your lips part slightly in a frown, an eyebrow raised and a hand on your hip. You look as if you’re ready to attack him, to jinx him, to probably pinch at his skin. But he knows you, and you’d do none of the above. Instead, you say the one threat that causes his heart to sink into the pit of his stomach, “don’t talk to me in class.” You’re slipping away from him as you pick up your pace, exiting all the commotion in the Great Hall.

He tries to hide the disappointment that stems from his chest, and his heart beats with an inexplicable dull pain. All he can think about is the twist of your expression and he’s gathering his things rather quickly to follow after you, without even a bid goodbye to his clique.

Without any knowledge of what you two do behind closed doors and the complex history that you two share, one may view your relationship as practically nonexistent; you two are strangers, barely passing acquaintances.

Doyoung does not approach you in the halls, in anywhere that necessarily has many witnesses. You smile at him, maybe even a wave depending on your mood, but no one questions it … as you wave at almost everyone who passes by you.

Classmates might see interaction during the one class you two share, if they pay attention close enough. However, you and Doyoung are much more to each other than passing acquaintances. Although he’s starting to see himself as another name on your list of individuals you sleep with, you are much more to him than you could ever know.

He’ll never forget the first time you two met. He was patrolling the halls for anyone lurking past curfew with his nose dug deep in his heavy book on magical creatures, when you walked right into him and caused the both of you to fall to the granite.

He was beyond ready to dock off points for whoever the rule breaker may be, but you took his breath away when you hovered above him and clasped your palm over his mouth before he can scold anyone. You looked a bit frazzled as your hair was all over the place and he noticed your minimal amount of clothing in the middle of a cold winter night.

He saw the signature Hufflepuff badge on your thin sweater and the sound of your voice completely threw him off his tracks.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper at the stunned Prefect underneath you, whose body feels warm against your own. But your eyes remain frantically on the lookout for anyone else passing, despite the lack of light in the cobblestone hallway. You most definitely do not belong in this wing of the castle and knocking down a Prefect caused more of a problem in your escape route.

Quickly standing up, you lend your hand out for him to take. His long fingers accept your hold as he pulls himself up and dusts the dirt off his robe. His green emblem glows in the dim light and you’re internally screaming at the mess you just made for yourself. But you recognize his features: the sharpness in his eyes, the small curves of the corners of his lips, his neatly parted black hair.

“You’re in some deep---”

“---Kim Doyoung.” The boy freezes at the sound of his name and he blinks at you, curious as to where you know of him. Being a Prefect has its small perks of popularity, but he didn’t expect for it to go this far. “Y/N, we had brooms together.”

As he repeats your name and examines your pretty features, a light bulb goes off in his head. “The clumsy Hufflepuff that fell off her broom in the highest altitude?”

“If that’s how you remember me by.” You smile proudly, and he scoffs at how someone could possibly hold pride in something so silly. “It’s nice to see you around, you’re a Prefect! Wow! That’s incredible.”

“And you’re still as clumsy as you were a year ago. Falling all over the place.”

“Unfortunately, some things don’t change! But you certainly have.” Doyoung looks at you with hooded eyes and a cautious gaze, but you’re so outlandishly bold despite swaying with your hands behind your back. “Please, don’t take that the wrong way. I meant it as a compliment! I used to have a tiny crush on you, baseless, but you helped me catch my broomstick and I’ll never be able to forget that.”

Doyoung, unknowingly, lights up at your shameless confession and takes another good look at you. You're much more mature now, and if he stared into your alluring gaze any longer, he’d be completely mesmerized without the need of a love potion. “So you liked me over a meaningless chivalrous act?”

“I liked you because you were charming and yes, perhaps I am someone who finds attractiveness in men who are chivalrous. There’s nothing wrong with that.” You bat your sweet eyelashes at him so endearingly, and he’s a blushing mess all over the place.

Doyoung has had anonymous love letters passed on from his friends, but they were all Slytherins who yearned greedily to be associated with his status. So knowing that a Hufflepuff, with an innocent youthful approach to love, festered some form of infatuation with him does flatter him quite well. “I’ll let you go.”

You’re about to exhale an exasperated sigh of relief until Doyoung continues, “under one condition.”

“Okay, I’ll do anything.” Your gleaming eyes sparkle like stars paired with the night sky.

He rolls his eyes at you, “don’t be so quick to jump at conditions without hearing them first.” Doyoung groans and you passively brush off his comment.

“If it’s harmless, I’ll do it.”

And in the dead of the night, where only you two stand in the middle of an empty cobblestone hallway, Doyoung requests, “I want to see you again.”

Although that night marked the beginning of your friendship, public interactions were still scarce and this was mainly on the fault of Doyoung. The times you met were late nights past curfew where he was stationed at and he grew to enjoy your wondrous personality. This boy grew up in a Slytherin bubble his whole life, no one outside of his house ever dared approached him … at least, not with the warmest smile as yours.

You were everything he was not, but he liked it so much. You were a half that completed his whole, and there were growing pains he couldn’t confide in anyone else. Surprisingly, you knew his imperfections more than he did himself and yet, you still wanted to be around him to encourage him. Not to mention, you had a sudden growth in other parts of your body and formed into your features very beautifully.

He wasn’t the only one who noticed, as there were more male counterparts who smiled at you, talked about you, fawned over you. And he felt something heighten inside of him along with his existing romantic feelings, and that he began seeing you in a new light.

With you experiencing new things, like hand holding and being showered by love letters on Valentine’s Day, it was wrong of him to fester such envy over the ones who publicly adorned you. He was so blinded by his hot headed rage that he completely missed the fact that you never accepted anyone who confessed, maybe the hand holding, but everyone else was a complete rejection.

All this time, you had been waiting for him and when you two shared your first kiss together, you had an assumption that Doyoung was going to finally confess that he felt the same way. But he never did. You two did, however, further your relationship into something more intimate and taking each other’s virginities opened a whole pathway of possibilities --- none being one where you two end up officially together.

He was the first to sleep with someone else, that was his first of many mistakes that he was going to make in his relationship with you. It also became the drop of the needle for you to start seeing other people as well, to explore what Doyoung couldn’t offer, to rid yourself of the feelings you had for a boy that didn’t seem like he wanted anything more.

Chivalry was dead and Doyoung believed that the innocent youthful Hufflepuff love had disappeared from within you.

As his present day runs after you, you’re abruptly stopped by a Ravenclaw for a small chat. Damn you Hufflepuffs for being friendly and social. So, he rushes past the two of you and into the classroom to await for your arrival. The quick shade of green flashes by your side and you’re fuming incredibly at how Doyoung continues to play you like a harp.

When you slide into your assigned seat next to him, he goes off like a canon. Doyoung starts spewing backhanded excuses and endless shameless rambles about his behavior. “I told you. Don’t talk to me during class or I will jinx you. Won’t be able to talk with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.”

“You’re not going to jinx me.” With a subtle flick of his wrist, your chair is pulled closer to his. “And if you were to do so, you wouldn’t do something so cynical.” Yelping at the abrupt usage of his magic, you’re irritably pressing your ink into your journal with a newfound annoyance.

“You’re right. I’d turn you into a duck, so at least, you’re still cute to look at.” The mindless scribbles on the paper make no sense in your head, as you’re primarily zoned in on the disrupted energy you have about your Slytherin companion. These ill feelings make you almost sick, wanting to shut out any bad replay of the moments before and forgetting about the attention you seek so much from Doyoung.

“For you to successfully cast a jinx on me, you must make eye contact first.” His finger lifts your chin and you’re eye to eye with his lustful dark stare. Doyoung licks his lips, a shine shimmers from his saliva, and he’s tempted to bring you into his chambers for an intimacy he’s been craving. “My, oh my. You’re looking very charmed today.” A grin curves up and taunts you, and you’re blinking away down at the table.

“Doyoung, we’re in class. Please, focus.” Your desperate whisper turns into a whine once his cold hand slyly smooths over your bare knee.

“Are you free later tonight?” Doyoung peers over at your side profile and your skin feels soft at his fingertips. He’s imagining your intoxicating scent mixing with his sheets, your light playful kisses along his neck, and gripping onto every naked part of you. For a whole minute, he’s forgotten that he’s in class with other no name individuals and a boring professor. He has tunnel vision whenever he’s with you.

“I have an arrangement.” The grip on your knee tightens at your quiet answer. An arrangement.

“The Gryffindor who had leafy greens in between his teeth?” Doyoung treads lightly, because you’re both well aware he’s made harsher insults than that. He retrieves his hand and picks up his pen as if he’s never touched you.

He sees your head shake out of the corner of his eye, you’re rolling your lips together sheepishly. There’s something odd about your stance and he’s growing a bit more curious…. A bit more spiteful at how closed off you are being. There’s something you’re hiding from him. “Then, who?”

“Is there something you’d like to discuss with the class, Mr. Kim? If not, I’d like for everyone to head over to the greenhouse.” As the class slightly snickers and the classroom empties, you and Doyoung are stopped by your professor.

Professor Sprout, wearing her worn out Dragon hide gloves and a thin lined smile, shoves a potted plant into Doyoung’s hands, “behave, you two. Your conversations are never very secret when spoken aloud.” She gives both of you a warning before proceeding out along with the rest of the class.

Doyoung scoffs at the absurd encounter and rolls his eyes. “Ah, you’re getting me in trouble with you now.”

“I’m sorry, Doyoung. It’s better that you don’t know.” You say this every time, when will you realize that keeping your hookups a secret only causes him more agony? He catches your wrist as you both exit the corridors, he barely ever has you alone now. And to say the least, he fucking misses you.

“Spare me some of your time after class.” He’s disgusted by himself, knowing that his eyes are begging for you to say yes. Him, a highly admired Slytherin, has settled for scraps and if anyone knew, they’d never let him live.

Your hand gently clasps over his and when you look up with your starry eyes, something inside him feels at peace. “Did you miss me?” He gulps at your question and blinks at you like a deer in headlights. If said by anyone else, he would not hesitate to snap his fingers into a malicious spell. But you ask the million dollar question so sweetly, there’s no taunt… there’s no mockery in your tone. It’s full of genuine curiosity.

So, he answers you with part of his heart that you know too well. “Unfortunately.” His body falls slightly in defeat, and suddenly the potted plant is alive in his hands. It’s wailing a dangerous and annoying loud cry, completely ruining the moment.

Doyoung quizzically ponders the monstrous green plant and its magical capabilities puzzle him, possibly reminding him to pay more attention to the actual curriculum than on your unbuttoned shirt.

Moreover, your giggle surprisingly calms him in this stressful situation and you lightly pat his hand that’s still gripping your wrist. “I’m all yours after class.”

Taking the wretched plant, you hurry off toward the greenhouse to find someone to diffuse the crying creature. Doyoung laughs in disbelief at your comical animated figure running around with a pot over your head and shouting for any student to help you. So you’re not paying attention in class either?

Doyoung takes you to your favorite place, despite the rule that you’re not allowed access to it. The Prefect Bathroom remains spotlessly clean and fresh paired with an immediate scent of rosewater and wild honeysuckle. The white polished marble gleams prettily under the twinkling diamond chandeliers and you’re twirling enthusiastically in the center of the large undressing area.

He observes and smiles widely to himself at the sight of your happiness and cute giggles. It’s always a risk to have you use their bathroom, but he is always abusing his privilege to seek your enjoyment that he truly doesn’t care about anything else. Your morality has beaten him enough and he’s heard plenty about his wrongdoings, yet here you are… sweetly dancing in the one place that’s absolutely wrong. Perhaps, you two have rubbed off a little too much on one another.

“I can never get sick of this place.” As you plead to Doyoung to cast a bubble bath, you’re already stripping out of your skirt. He shields his eyes to give you some privacy and recites the charm to run hot dazzling water in the ginormous pool. A nice soothing bath is exactly what you two need after a stressful day playing in the dirt.

“This is your favorite place.” says Doyoung with a matter of fact edge to this tone.

“It’s my favorite place because I only get to come here with you.” You jump on his back and he hoists you up by your thighs. His heart skips a happy tune. “I refuse for you to tell me the password, even if you do wish for me to enjoy the simple pleasures of a bubble bath.”

“You and your right and wrongs.” With eager hands, you’re loosening his tie from around his neck. “You stripped so fast that you’re going to get a cold.”

“It’s going to get steamy really soon. Plus, I know you like me best without any clothes on.” Your hot breath tickles the shell of his ear and a blush scatters across Doyoung’s cheek. Button after button, his open shirt exposes his toned build. He sets you on the edge of the elevated step before the bath.

Doyoung smirks at your nakedness and your hot lustful expression. Leaning in until he’s practically breathing against your lips, he stares straight into your eyes. “My Puff knows me best.” And dives into you with all his soul. Fruitful drags of his lips along yours, his long tongue enters your mouth. His large hand carefully caresses your cheek to pull you further into the kiss, noses pressing into skin and with a desire to never part.

His heart swells lovingly, kissing you feels like the best thing in the world. There are no tricks, no spells, no recited charms, but you are more than magical. The same surge of energy runs through his veins, but unlike his impressive ability as a notable wizard, he can’t control it. You make him lose control. As meticulous and cautious as he is, you’re the first thing he doesn’t think through.

Your needy hands push off his dress shirt and he hurriedly unbuckles his belt. When you break the kiss, he automatically pouts and pulls you back in for one more lingering peck. “Are you going to scrub my back for me?” You smile, dragging him closer to the overflowing bathtub.

Large puffs of white bubbles spill from the rims and disappear with your every step. It reminds you of sea foam that washes upon the shore, with a floral fragrant that fills your lungs. “That’s quite an intimate gesture, but yes.”

After removing all his garments, he joins you in the large pool of glossy bubbles and the clouds of steam that rises from the water suffocates him warmly. He sits with his back against the wall and eyes unwavering on your alluring expression.

The bubbles do a great job at covering your breasts, but his sneaky hands snake under the water to grip them. Doyoung grabs a full tit and thumbs over your erect nipple, all while he holds the most sensual gaze with you. Slowly, you naturally end up in his hold and your wet back relaxes against his chest.

The beating of his heart is too loud and surely, you can feel the way it jumps out of his chest. Doyoung attaches his lips on your skin and as you’re melting at his harsh suckling. However, you perk up and snap out of your dazed arousal at the realization of his purposeful licks. “You’re trying to mark me?”

His hand continues to rub and twist your aching nipples. The sensation stimulating the growth of pleasure to sprout below and your mind to wander.

“Possibly.”

A lovers’ mark is the ultimate testament of mutual love. Engraving the skin with your beloved’s Patronus, wherever the giver chooses to mark. Love emblems are meant to be something sacred to the couple, a way to make someone completely untouchable to everyone else. Not only does the symbol glow with an iridescent shine whenever love is felt, it also numbs any romantic feelings for all others besides the partner.

Besides the use of possessiveness, it’s a beautiful way to discover one true love since the engraving of their Patronus shows up on the skin under the conditions that both individuals must be madly in love with one another. And if it doesn’t end up forming, the receiver is left with a bright, sparkling star hue in its place before fading away completely. If it does appear, it fades when both fall out of love.

“Doyoung--” His name falls from your lips as a moan and he’s running down to explore the beauty between your legs. “--can’t do that unless you actually want to commit to me.”

“I am committed to you.” The more your neck cranes off to the side and exposed to him, the more he wishes to etch the symbol of his love for everyone to see. A hand is hooked under your thigh to keep your legs spread open and you’re gasping at the slight pressure from the water.

“Romantically committed to me.” You remind him, but your train of thought is cut fairly short as Doyoung begins rubbing circles on your needy clit.

“You’re afraid of it showing up?” He’s lathering your breasts with bubbles and dragging his long finger along your slit. His greediness overtakes him and with wandering hands, he’s gripping every part of you that they can reach. Doyoung’s guilty pleasure is always going to any form of physical affection from you specifically. When he finally gets ahold of you, it’s hard for him to let go.

Your warm skin is delicate and smooth beneath the very tips of his fingers and every exploration of your terrain makes him feel inexplicable explosions of fondness. Perhaps, you’ve captivated him and although he believed it would take something as extreme as the Amortentia to have him falling for someone, you did it as easily as being yourself. His better half.

So, he’s impressed by your genuineness and how he’s willing to give up parts of his reputation to unapologetically be himself around you. No one else matters, nothing else matters, but why must it be so difficult to tell you that?

“I’m afraid of it not showing up.” You’re more than convinced that Doyoung has confused his strong sense of lust with love and there would be no possible way his Patronus would appear. It’s better to save the embarrassment for the both of you.

Spinning in his arms, the water twirls to the curves of your body and he’s admiring parts that expose above the surface. He’s matched with your beauty before him, resemblance to the stained glass window that situates above the large bathroom.

However, the doubt in your statement finally reaches his ears and he’s grabbing your ass as you settle over his thighs again. His furrowed eyebrows bring together a rather upset expression --- lip pout and all.

“Why wouldn’t it show up?” Doyoung puzzles, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck. Leaning into him, your pruney fingers trace his smooth chin and he notices your quick flicker between his eyes and his lips.

While your gentle kiss reassures him of your subtle endearment, your next words do the opposite. “You tell me.” All you do is push him away with your vague doubtfulness, like you’re constantly testing him and using his poor guessing skills to your own advantage. He can pull you close after any altercation he wants, but you push him away in any emotionally romantic sense.

“You’re rather mischievous and mysterious today,” Doyoung squeezes your ass and smacks it lightly, causing ripples in the water. “I liked it better when you told me everything you felt.”

Suddenly, his fingers poke at your entrance and his other hand drops in between your legs again. Your mouth opens in shock when his long fingers enter slowly and he enjoys the pleasurable contour of your reactions. “Like this, for example.” The pad of his fingers working rapid flicks against your sensitive bud. “How does this feel?” His whisper dances across your shoulder, landing a kiss at the end of his question.

Your moans echo in the lavish bathroom, bouncing off the marble walls and encouraging Doyoung to keep a steady pace. There’s no worry about how loud you may be, Doyoung charms every room before every lustful encounter. This allows you to let go, let free, let him know how he makes you feel.

He curves his fingers into you, pumping and dragging into your tightness until you’re practically screaming. He only has one thought, as his eyes trail down your intoxicated needy figure, how beautiful you are as a moaning mess under his control. Your head is thrown back, eyes are squeezed shut and opening them to see nothing but tiny yellow starlight.

Dainty kisses line your exposed neck line and his ego swells with so much pride. Doyoung has mastered every flick of his wrist to have you under his trance, spewing nonsensical words and forgetting anyone else that exists. He gives your erect nipples harsh licks and with a faint drag of teeth, the sensation pushes you to your end.

Sporadic pleasurable convulsions cause your legs to close around Doyoung’s hands, but the strength of his knee keeps them apart. “Doyoung… I’m going to free fall.”

Leave it up to you to beautifully announce your climax. He snickers, applying more pressure on your clit and a rubbing motion against your walls. “I’ll catch you.”

Moon crescents embed into his skin as you’re holding onto him with your whole life. As your scream hits every octave, the massive collection of bubbles that cover the surface of the bath fly and splatter every corner of the pristine room.

White and wet bubbles drip down from the walls, falling from the diamond chandeliers, and coating every steamy mirror. Doyoung’s eyes light up from the chaos, making sure you’re riding out your high for as long as he can provide.

Your body trembles with euphoria, falling forward into Doyoung’s chest and squeezing around his lazily pumping fingers. For a brief second, your mind is wiped and nothing in the world feels better than being in this perfect moment with the one person who’s Patronus you hoped would etch your skin.

If one possesses feelings that are practically unbearable to contain, one should confess… right? For all your life, you’ve lived by this statement. Friends do not hear the end of it and most surely, one should follow their own advice… right?

So why do you yearn for Doyoung in your gaze as he stands across the Great Hall as if he doesn’t know of your existence? As if he wasn’t kissing you in the Prefect bathroom a few days prior?

It’s not an understatement to say that you catch the attention of almost every person in the room, but the one head that refuses to turn your way… the one who’s looks you wish to steal… is the one person who looks right through you.

Feelings have become a nuisance ever since the first time you confessed to him and it was worse than landing on cobblestone after falling off your broom. The reason why you’ve buried them deeper than any chamber is that you’re positive that the prized Slytherin would rather be with another, preferably one from his own house.

While you try to remain optimistic and playful for the time being, you’re simply replaceable to him. He can barely care to acknowledge you in public when Gryffindors boast about you in their arms like winning a trophy. You’ve kept good relations with every Ravenclaw you’ve slept with. You’ve kindly rejected every romantic gesture another Hufflepuff has offered.

But if there is one thing you’ve learned about him is that he’s lived in his Slytherin circle for as long as he lives. And it will stay that way. You’re his sweet Hufflepuff that he’ll push away at no cost, then pull you back in secrecy.

Now if one feels as if they’re wasting their time, one should leave… right? Wrong. Kim Doyoung has skewed with your morality… and your feelings remain loyal to him since the day he confessed to see you again.

“Lemon-drop, I’ve been looking all over for you.” An arm slings around your shoulders and the notable red and gold tie is the first thing you see. Jung Jaehyun, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, flashes his deep dimples at you. “Walk with me.”

He extends his palm out for you to take and your friends painfully elbow your sides to wake you from your hesitation. Taking his hand, you get up from the dining table and follow him out the Great Hall.

Doyoung sees the scene unfold before him and rolls his eyes at how Jaehyun’s dimples are all it takes to have you wandering off with him. Despite every wicked intent to follow you two, he heads out in the direction of the dormitories to fume in his room.

“It’s such a nice and sunny day today.” Jaehyun runs a hand through his luscious brown locks. You both exit into the front courtyard as other students are scattered on the lawns mingling with one another. When you peer up at the sky, the sun is barely seen past the layers of clouds.

“Jaehyun, is there something you needed to speak with me about?” His laughter roars, full of hefty song and amusement.

“Listen, lemon-drop. I like you and I have a feeling you feel the same way. I want to mark you if you’d let me.” Jaehyun smirks and just as he brings your hand up for a kiss, you gently let go. “Am I coming off too strong? We don’t have to do it today, I just wanted to see if it would show.”

“Jaehyun, you’re going to find an extravagant person one day. A person who is going to know all your favorite castle balconies to swing from and how you like to be kissed on the nose.” His ears grow a bright red and for once, his gaze drops to the ground. “I am, unfortunately, not that person for you so I must kindly reject your confession.”

As you turn on your toes, Jaehyun lightly holds your wrist to stop you. “But, you know all those things about me. Is there anything I can do to prove that we belong together?”

“I know them because I care enough to remember things you tell me, not because I loved you enough to observe these things about you. I give you my word that there is nothing you can do to prove me otherwise.” The corners of his lips dip downward and you’re running to the one person that will erase this sad rejection from your memory.

When you’re scanning the Great Hall for any sign of him, he’s not there and it leads you to his only hiding place. Doyoung loves to shut himself out from the rest of the school whenever he gets the chance. However, a lost Hufflepuff wandering outside the entrance of the Slytherin dormitories is rather an odd sight to see and you haven’t had the chance to form many connections from this house.

The sparse amount of Slytherins you know aren’t going to be passing by, unless with some stroke of luck, someone will be kind enough to open the door for you. Every person passes by you with questionable stares until a silver haired boy blinks at you with wide eyes.

“Who is it that you’re trying to see?” He asks abrasively, but softens his tone when he realizes that you mean no harm.

You bid him a small grin, “your Prefect.”

“And what for?”

“There is an urgent matter that involves him and he’s practically unreachable when he’s hiding away in his private room.” The boy narrows his eyes at you, but beckons you to follow him down to the Slytherin dungeon.

Excitedly, you hurry behind him and whisper over his shoulder, “what’s your name?”

“Nakamoto Yuta. No need to tell me yours, I’ll doubt he’d want me to know.” He spits and then, mutters the enchanted password to reveal the large green common room. “Come this way.” He leads up the boys’ dorms and walks briskly. Although you never mentioned a name, Yuta seems to already know who you’re here to see and it makes you wonder how he must know.

“Open up.” Yuta stops and knocks at the wooden door, Kim Doyoung written in a fancy penmanship on the center. “You have a guest.” He looks your way before rolling his eyes at Doyoung’s irritated tone through the other side.

“Tell them to leave.”

“He wants you to leave.” Yuta repeats, mostly to satisfy Doyoung’s nag.

“That’s fine. Thank you for bring---” The door swings open abruptly and Yuta almost loses his balance. Doyoung frantically turns his head side to side to comprehend what he is seeing. His ears felt deceived, hearing your voice through the door, he had to make sure it wasn’t you.

But you stand before him and Yuta. Here you are approaching him whenever he least expects it. “What are you doing here?”

“I came by to see you. I’ve been here plenty of times.”

“What are you doing bringing her in?” scolds Doyoung and the other boy shrugs carelessly.

“What was I supposed to do? Let her bat puppy eyes at several other Slytherins and have her telling everyone who passes her that she came here to see our Prefect? It was also getting cold out.” Yuta mumbles, but finds great entertainment at seeing how frazzled Doyoung has gotten by your presence.

“It was a bit chilly.” You admit and Doyoung groans, pulling you into his room and shutting the door on Yuta. “Thank you, Yuta.” You whisper through the crack between the door frame.

“It’s too risky for you to be searching for me around other Slytherins.” Doyoung paces the room and you notice his tie is loose and shirt is unbuttoned around his neck. “Why are you here?”

“A Gryffindor blew me off. I thought I’d come and see you with all the free time I can get.” Taking a seat at the end of his neatly made bed, your legs swing adorably and Doyoung almost doesn’t hear you.

“Jaehyun? Does he think he’s too good for you or something? That cocky dimple Gryffindor, with the draw of my wand---” Doyoung whips out his intricately customized Dragon Heartstring, and you’re on your feet to calm his temper down.

“Will you put that thing away? I’m here for you.” Your giggle warms his tight chest and puts out the fueling flame for anyone who dares to hurt you in any way. “It’s not a big deal and it’s not the first time it has happened.”

Doyoung uncomfortably clears his throat and withdraws his wand. Buttoning up his shirt, he fixes his tie back in place. To say the least, your words erupted his festering jealousy and this may have been a small tipping point.

Before you had entered, he was so frustrated with himself and you. You can just walk away with another man without a second thought, in front of him too. He remembered the soft feeling of your body and how he’s not the only one who’s needy hands ran their course over you. That may be the one pain he can never get rid of.

“I never understood why you give other men the time of your day when they just brush you off undeservingly.” He stings and you’re slightly surprised at his sudden attack. When you respond in silence, he continues.“I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?”

Crossing your arms, your weight is barred on your left leg and there is a shift in your overall mood. With an eyebrow raised, you sass him back, “People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you chase after me?”

Doyoung swallows hard and blinks at you speechless. A clammy hand runs through his black strands as he tries to find any possible explanation without confessing his feelings. If he had a plan to confess, it would never be in the middle of an inquisition with you.

“I guess you didn’t think before acting on your desires.” And how he hated how correct that statement is. He doesn’t ever think whenever he’s around you. All his actions are conducted with his emotions and the feelings that overtake him.

Doyoung scoffs, rolling his eyes at your rash comment. “Aren’t you supposed to have the strongest morality among all the houses?”

“Sleeping with multiple men isn’t morally wrong. There’s nothing wrong with it…” The slight hurt from his question is difficult to ignore, but you must remember one thing if you want to protect your heart on your sleeve. This is nothing serious to be bickering over. You two aren’t anything serious, so why feel the need to squabble over nonsense? “... it would only be wrong if someone liked me and wished to commit to me.”

Your eyes meet and Doyoung blinks at you with wide eyes. His Adam’s Apple bobs as he gulps again, completely whiplashed at how the conversation has turned. “And if that’s the case and you like me, would that make you jealous, Doyoung? That’s why you’re trying to poorly attack my character?” He’s never heard such a strong taunt in your tone and he’s baffled by it, slightly aroused, but shocked.

“I don’t like you.” His voice is small and he pouts his lips at you. Doyoung crosses his arms and perhaps, his sad expression reveals a little more than it should have. Your heart softens at his ridiculously cute response, had you expected something much more angry and vindictive.

“Then this conversation is over, right? I’ll be on my way now. I have herbology.”

“We have the same class.” He grumbles, grabbing his robe from his desk chair.

You open the door to make your exit, “but since you don’t want to be seen with a Hufflepuff, I’ll go ahead first.” When you stumble out into the hallway, a recognizable face brightens at your appearance.

“Haechan! Hello, I haven’t seen you in a while.” You’re cheering and Doyoung chews the inside of his cheek. His pride is left at the door and along with all the things that hold him back from you, he doesn’t want to push you away anymore.

“My favorite Hufflepuff, are you just leaving?” Haechan walks up to open his arms, wishing to embrace you in the longest hug. However, Doyoung quickly takes you by your hand and rushes past him.

“She came to walk with me to class. Bye Haechan.” And Haechan is left standing in the middle of the hallway, confused and watching your backs as you’re both briskly walking out the common room.

Doyoung looks back at you, “you think I’m going to let you walk out of my room and have another Slytherin walk you to class? Don’t be so foolish.”

But you are foolish. Your heart beats foolishly and loudly for Kim Doyoung. And may you be foolish enough to wonder if his heart does the same for you.

And it does. Foolishly. Loudly. Lovingly.

You both wonder if this vicious cycle will ever meet its end. Doyoung pushes you away by ignoring your existing relationship, but pulls you back into his embrace as if it never happened. You push him away by running off with other men, but come back to him as if he’s the one person you’re loyal to.

But on this particular night, after mass circulation of rumors reaches the ears of the lovesick Slytherin, Doyoung is pulling you away from your huddled group of friends in the middle of the long corridor hallways. Without any greeting, any spoken words, he’s dragging you to his room right in front of everyone to see. His hand around yours like it was two days prior, but with an expression so grave on his sullen face.

The silence between you two brings no comfort, but you don’t dare say the first words. Doyoung, finally, approached you first in public and it is possibly for a greater reason. Perhaps you’ve done something horribly wrong, and the moment you two step into his room that you’ll hear a mouthful.

However when he closes the door to his room, your hand immediately drops from his embrace and he turns to face you. There is a darkness in his eyes, one that light cannot touch, and his lips are tight in a line.

There is an eerie silence that fills the dark room and the murky windows paint the area an ominous green. Doyoung focuses on your confused, yet adorable expression. “Why did you lie to me?”

The door catches your slight stumble and you’re blinking cluelessly at him. “About what?”

“Jaehyun.” He breathes the name in spite and aggressively loosens his tie. “He didn’t blow you off. You rejected him and he’s telling everyone it's because you’re in love with someone else.”

You scorn at such a ridiculous rumor and for the fact that it’s even made its way around to Doyoung. Another realization hits you. All it took for him to approach you in public is a meaningless rumor.

So in response, you laugh and it mocks him further. “This is not a laughing matter, y/n.”

“I’m sorry, but why are you so upset at that? Fine. I did lie to you, but I never told Jaehyun I was in love with anyone else.”

“Are you in love with someone else?” Doyoung says with balled fists at his side. There is a mixture of anger and sadness running through his veins and he’s so sick of feeling this way.

Your hesitation speaks for you, “It’s better that you don’t know.”

“You say this every time and it does nothing to ease my conscience.” Doyoung throws his hands in the air and stares at you with sharp eyes. “Is that why you were afraid that my emblem wouldn’t show up? Because your heart belongs to another. Yeah, I heard Jaehyun wanted to mark you too.”

Men and their constant want to prove something to themselves with their marks. Everyone has a twisted reality of markings now. There have been many others who have tried to mark you, feeling as if lust would be enough to suffice its appearance. As one's Patronus is special to their own protection, a beloved’s Patronus mark holds the same value.

You’re quite at a loss for words, “I was afraid that it wouldn’t show up, not because of myself, but because of you.”

Doyoung points at himself in disbelief. Him? He loves you more than anyone he’s ever encountered, even if you didn’t know it. “I wouldn’t have almost tried it if I wasn’t sure of myself.”

“You don’t love me, Doyoung. I don’t even know if I can even say you romantically like me.” Those words hurt the both of you and it lingers in the room for longer than you’d like.

“Do you think I fuck you meaninglessly like all those other losers you sleep with?” Doyoung steps forward, pulling you into his chest and admiring everything he’s fallen in love with. A pain spreads across his heart as he thinks of you with another person, of someone else kissing you, of someone else making you happy.

“You really don’t feel it in the way I kiss you?” He asks once more and your own stare drops to his shoulder, a bit ashamed to maintain eye contact with such pained eyes.

“And if I did? How would you explain that? That you are actually in love with me?” Your questions pelt him like rocks. As he pushes you on his bed, you pull him down with his tie.

Doyoung drinks you up like fresh water, a crisp and refreshing love that encourages him to reach heights. His hand cups your face and his feather touches reminds you of his gentleness. Your lips taste like sweet honey, dripping and coating him with a sticky sugar.

He’s happier with you and he’s the happiest kissing you. Perhaps, it’s hard for him to express with words, but he’d always hope his actions speak louder. So, his lips press against yours with a whirl of passion and every good feeling that grows in his chest.

The collar of his shirt is wrinkled in your fist and you’re holding him as if you’re afraid of him letting go. Doyoung runs a hand down your torso and lifts the end of your skirt up. A warm hand pushes your legs apart and a finger presses your clit through your cotton panties.

Your mouth opens into a moan and he takes this opportunity to shove his long tongue inside, lapping with your own. As a wet spot forms on your panties, he pulls them to the side and gathers the slick to gently rub your erect clit. His name is lost and muffled in the kiss, but you tap at his chest.

When he breaks away and halts all movement, he looks down over you with a fire burning in his dark orbs. And a confession falls from his swollen lips, “may I mark you?”

“And if it doesn’t show up?” Though, you’re wishing to the most powerful wizards that it does or else your heart would shatter into a million pieces beyond repair.

He bites his lip and every possible outcome scatters his thoughts. It’s too hard to concentrate, so he doesn’t at all. He focuses on your pretty lips and the way you look at him like he’s the only person that matters. “Then, we’ll deal with the consequences later.”

With your quick nod, Doyoung attaches his lips to your neck and harshly sucks at your skin. For the most part, it’s a pleasurable feeling and sends a shiver down your spine. So, he licks and nibbles until he can barely breathe. Your faint scent of patchouli and ginger intoxicates him, wraps him up in a fuzzy coziness that is unmatched.

Your hands unbutton his shirt and a final gentle bite seals his mark. If the love is reciprocated, the emblem would take a moment to form. Doyoung is rather hopeful and excited, as he’s never seen his Patronus before. “You look beautiful.”

“And you look dazed as if someone charmed you.” You giggle and kiss his red lips.

“You’re quite the powerful one, my Puff.” He smiles against your jaw before proceeding to your mess down below. He gives your aching clit a few licks, which cause your body to twist and turn at the sensitive sensation.

“Please, I haven’t felt you in so long.” Whining and tugging at his hair, Doyoung leaves a lasting kiss and gets up to remove his pants.

“Did you miss me?” Doyoung raises a suggestive eyebrow and cocks his head to the side in mockery, a smirk growing on his face.

You reply with a silly response that only he knows and causes him to chuckle, “unfortunately.” And he’s finding every way not to confess his endearments for you.

His dick stands tall and proud against his abdomen, giving it a few jerks as he watches you strip out of your own clothes. You turn around and sit on your knees, with a slight tilt forward and the arch in your back to accentuate your ass.

Doyoung rolls on the protection as quickly as he can. His hands lightly smack your cheeks and slowly enters your dripping hole. His hands grip your hips as he slides deeper into you, both being moaning messes at the delicious feeling.

“Have you always been this big?” You look back at him and to which he devilishly smiles at you.

“You know just the way to fuel my ego,” when his length is fully buried inside of your tight walls, he wraps an arm around your waist and a hand on your tit. “After all the times you’ve been fucked, your pussy is still as tight as ever.”

Doyoung slams hard into you, showing no mercy and causing you to jolt up. He takes every frustration, every feeling of anger, every ounce of jealousy into his thrusts. “But you take me so well, darling. I’ve never seen someone as pretty as you.”

His compliments cause your heart to soar, despite the soreness you’re beginning to feel in your pussy. He’s relentless, bottoming out until his tip is practically in your guts. “Just like that, baby. You’re the only one who fucks me this good.”

He blushes under the low light and leans forward to kiss the top of your head. “My Puff, you’re so sweet to me.” The loud squelch of your tight pussy gripping his dick fills the hot room, “and so wet.”

You’re shamelessly dripping on his green velvet blanket and Doyoung picks up his speed. Your knees give out as you fall face forward into the mattress, hands in fists from the incredible pleasure of every hit. Your ass now in his full view and every tingle of magic lights up in his veins.

Your throat is raw from screaming and moaning, Doyoung holds your hips steady to thrust into a new angle. Automatically, your body twitches as his tip hits your special spot and he’s well aware that you’re close to releasing.

And with his fast thrusts, he asks you an intimate question that is fueled by envy and rage. “If I fuck you the best, then why do you sleep with other men?”

There are no thoughts in your mind to even give him a white lie, to mask the truth of your actions. He’s fucking you into an oblivion that it’s hard to even focus on anything besides pleasure. The books on his shelf begin to tremble as you’re crying out, “I- I don’t know! Fuck, please… ! I’m tipping over.”

“Answer the question or I will stop.” He’s absolutely cynical and you have every reason to believe his threat. Doyoung lifts your limp body upright, against his torso and an arm secured around your middle as before. His hand snakes to your clit, rubbing feathering circles over the neglected bud.

Nonetheless, his single action paired with his tip grazing harshly against the particular spot causes your legs to tremble. “Do you want me to stop?” His threat rings in your ears when you still left him without an answer.

You’re so close, you’re starting to see white. So, you say what your heart tells you and the truth falls from your lips in a loud confession. “Because I wanted you to love me instead! I fucked them to forget about my love for you… fuck, I’m--”

“I’ve got you. Let go of yourself, baby.” Doyoung slows his hips when your walls squeeze around him sporadically. Every book flies out and hits the opposite wall, clattering the floor with heavy academia. However, he repeats your proclamation endlessly in his mind and his heart surges with the most intense romantic desires.

“I do love you, y/n.” He whispers, cumming into his rubber and simply holding you tightly. He lets go of every prideful arrogance in his body, tossing the lame reputation he always tried to hold onto. He didn’t need that if it meant losing you. Doyoung chuckles to himself for being an obvious cliché, announcing one’s love in the midst of a lustful act. He pulls out and gently tucks you into the covers.

Breathless, you’re finally realizing his confession. “You do? Are you sure?” Any subtle movements has your aching lower half in pain, so you settle with resting on his plush pillows and await for him to join you in bed.

All this time, from beginning to now, you’ve been oblivious to his yearning looks across the Great Hall. The intensity of his kisses had been lost upon you completely as you had convinced yourself that he was incompatibly of loving you back. Even now, as you lay in slight doubt, you’re wondering how you managed to have everything fly over your head.

When he discards his used protection and with a quick flick of his wrist, every book finds its original place on the shelf again, he enters the warm covers. Your arms wrap around his neck and you’re admiring each other’s expressions in the low light. He spots the notable twinkle in your eyes and his thumb lightly rubs your cheek.

“If the symbol of my Patronus doesn’t show, I promise to love you harder until it does.” Doyoung leaves the softest, most loving kiss on your lips. He’s more than thankful for the lack of light as he’s bashfully red all over his cheeks.

“Usually, people just give up.” Your voice is harsh, possibly from the deafening screaming of pleasure prior.

Doyoung shakes his head. He’s made too many mistakes in this relationship with you. Sleeping with another. Ignoring your existence. Being too prideful to be seen with another house. All these incidents have made him feel nothing but ugliness and distraught, and pushed you away further than how much he is able to pull you back.

He loves you. He’s in love with you. He’s fallen for you recklessly as you did off your broom the first encounter. You’re everything he’s never been and never will be, yet you don’t care. You’re by his side, despite his spitefulness and you never miss a beat. That innocent youth approach to love, oh how he wishes it never faded, and though he thought it did, it didn’t. You remain true to your character when he fights with himself internally.

“That would be a mistake and I can’t afford to keep making them.” A glossy sheen over Doyoung’s regretful eyes, but you pull him closer and you refuse to let his eyes wander.

A tired harmless sigh escapes your lips and a dreamy haze overcomes you. Besides the reminder of needing to use the bathroom flashing in your mind, there is nothing else you want to dissect. Feelings are too complex to discuss at the moment and the resolve has already passed.

Regardless of the marks appearing, you’re content with the night and for the rest of your days. Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, loves you back and the power of that alone beats any spell in those dusty old textbooks.

“Why can’t we lay here forever?” Your heavy eyelids fall slowly and your voice grows small.

Doyoung kisses your shoulder, then your neck. “That’s impossible. I can’t give you forever.” He mumbles against your skin, sending vibrations across your throat.

“You are my forever.” Doyoung halts and is left speechless as a white glowing entity catches his eye. And the absolute perfect outline of his Patronus sits underneath your jaw, brightly shining with iridescent brilliance --- he makes out the outline: a White Swan, representing his love for you. Doyoung smiles to himself and hopes for it to never fade. Perhaps, he can give you forever.

some fun critical questions to think about hehe -

why do you think y/n lied to doyoung about jaehyun confessing? why do you think yuta helped y/n enter the Slytherin dormitories? what is the meaning behind the White Swan Patronus? Why do you think y/n continued to like doyoung after all this time?

there are no right or wrong answers, just something fun to have you thinking a little more about the fic haha if you want, you can send me an ask about it :) but overall, no pressure and thank you for reading! please leave me some feedback if you can! happy new year!

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Angel

Summary: Bucky makes you breakfast, but he gets to eat something else.

Word count: 4.2k (what happened? lmao)

Warnings: fluff then smut then fluff again lol, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, Bucky is a tease, pet names

Author's note: I don't know what happened with this one lol. I had a little idea and it evolved into this. Pretty proud of this one so I hope you like it.

Feedback is always appreciated and don’t forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed it and want to see more. Thank you!

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The faint sound of music floating into the room woke you up from your sleep. You stirred in the bed, hands unconsciously searching for the warm body next to you, but it only found coldness. Eyebrows furrowing, you opened you eyes to confirm that Bucky was indeed not in bed with you. A quick wave of panic rushed through you until you remembered the music that was still playing somewhere in the house. Groaning and sitting up in bed you looked around the mess that was your bedroom. Clothes were thrown everywhere. Your mind wandered back to last night, when you couldn't wait to get home and rip the clothes off of each other, desire clouding both of your minds. You bit your lip at the memory as you stood up, contemplating if you should put on something before leaving the room. Fuck it. This was your home with the man you loved and if you wanted to walk around naked, you could. It's not like he hasn't seen you like this anyway.

Pushing the door open the music got louder as you followed the noise, finding the love of your life in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his underwear. He stood by the stove, cooking something as he swayed his hips to the 40s music that played softly in the background. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed in front of you, watching him be consumed by his own world. He flipped the pancakes as he started singing the lyrics quietly, nodding his head along the beat. You loved moments like these. When he had peace and he could be whoever he wanted to be. When he could listen to whatever music he wanted to. You wished he could have had this for all his life. Just being a normal man with a normal life. But sometimes life has other plans for us and you didn't want to dwell on the what ifs, you just wanted to give him the most perfect life you could. And if that meant being woken up by 40s music and seeing him make breakfast as he danced along? Then you were the happiest person you could be.

He turned his head to the side, eyes widening as they landed on your frame at the entrance, a half eaten pancake hanging out of his mouth as he turned back to turn off the stove.

"Doll, you are awake" he bit off the piece that didn't fit in his mouth and quickly swallowed before speaking. "Did I wake you up?"

"No, you didn't" you shook your head, a smile on you lips from his antics. His blue eyes seemed to notice how naked you were as they traveled down your body. You tightened your arms in front of your chest, a little insecurity creeping into your mind under his intense gaze.

"Well, it is definitely a good morning for me" he smirked which made you let out a snort. "Come here, angel face" he held out his hand. Your body moved on it's own, like it was trained to do, gravitating toward his warmth. As you got close enough he grabbed your hand and he pulled you closer to himself, your bare breasts pushing against his chest. His palms brushed along your back from your shoulder, stopping at the curve of your ass, each hand squeezing one cheek. Arms going around his neck you pulled him down to press your lips to his soft ones. The kiss was slow and soft, lips teasing each other. His hands kneaded the meat on your ass. You kept pressing kisses on his mouth as you lifted you right leg up to his hips, one of his hands grabbing you under you thigh, the coolness of the metal a welcome feeling on your skin. You were starting to get wetter and wetter as he continued to massage your butt.

His pointer finger brushed against your entrance accidentally, making you let out a moan into his mouth.

"Look at you. Already so wet for me" he continued to brush his finger over you. Your hips started swaying back and forth, brushing against his cock under his boxers which made him let out a low growl.

"Bucky" his name left your lips in a whine. He bit your lower lip and pulled on it as his finger finally pressed between your folds, his hand still behind you. You pushed out your ass more to give him better access, your fingers gripping the back of his head.

"So greedy for my fingers, huh?" he circled you clit, making you throw your head back, your back arching more. He pulled his finger away, leaving you in a whining mess as you kissed down his jaw, trying to get him to touch you again.

"Please, Bucky" you ground your hips into him to get some friction on your aching pussy. He always had this effect on you. Reducing you into this mess as you begged for him to fuck you. With his cock or his fingers, it didn't matter to you, but you wanted something inside you. You loved that he was leading you during sex and using you however he wanted to. You did have your soft moments when you just slowly made love for hours, but right now you wanted him to fuck you on the table. And it seemed like he had the same idea as he lifted you up by your thighs, making you wrap your legs around his waist. You kissed under his ear, excited for what's about to come, your stomach compressing in anticipation.

He practically slammed you down onto the table, the air leaving your lungs in a single moan.

"You like it when I'm rough, babydoll?" he smirked into your neck, nipping at the skin where your neck met you shoulder. He knew the answer to his question very well as you told him multiple times that being manhandled during sex was a huge turn on for you. He had no problem with doing exactly that for you, his super strength making it easy for him to lift you up and throw you down on the bed whenever he wanted. He never went overboard with it, somehow always knowing just how much you wanted him to be rough without you having to say anything.

"You know that I do" you rolled your eyes. He pulled away from your neck to slam his lips onto yours, his tongue prying them open to explore your mouth. Not like he need much exploring as he knew you inside and out like the back of his hand. Your mouths moved in sync as your souls yearned for each other, bodies gravitating towards the other, wanting to be as close as possible.

His lips traveled down along your jaw then across your neck until he found your breasts. Giving you a few light bites along the curve, your nipples pebbled as you pushed his head closer to you, loud breaths leaving your lips. His hands grabbed you behind your knees and pulled you to the edge of the table, your wet pussy easily sliding across the surface, leaving a wet trail behind. Pushing open your legs, he stepped between them as your heart beat rapidly.

"Fuck- Bucky" you couldn't help but let the whines escape the confines of your lips. As usual, he didn't have to do much to leave you in a puddle for him. His mouth closed around your hard nipple, sucking on it, the sensation making you arch your back into his mouth. His lips kissed down your stomach, leaving bites behind, then he reached the skin just above where you wanted his lips the most. A few red patches were the only thing indicating that he was there as he moved even more down, kneeling on the hard floor, his face between your thighs. His gaze met yours as he looked up from under his eyelashes, making you bite your lip at how sinful he looked kneeling for you, ready to give you the pleasure you oh so desperately wanted. His hand brushed along your calves as he kissed from your knees to the inside of your thighs, just inches away from your center, that was dripping from his teasing.

"Buck- please" you whined, hips moving on it's own, hands gripping his hair as you tried to push him closer, but he was stronger. He loved having you like this. Just completely drunk on lust, wanting nothing more than to take all the pleasure he was willing to give you.

"You are so beautiful like this" he pressed his warm lips on your thigh in a soft kiss. A stark contrast to the images running through your head. "Open your legs a little more for me" he ordered and your body followed his words before they could even register in your hazy mind. He was the one kneeling, but you were given the orders. "Good girl" he praised you. The words going to your core in a new wave of wetness.

"-lease" you almost sobbed, not being able to take the emptiness you felt in your pussy for much longer. He put your legs on his shoulder and you almost whined again, thinking he was finally giving you what you wanted. But Bucky Barnes is a tease through and through, and you were his target for today.

"I love you, doll" he smirked up at you, knowing damn well what he was doing to you. You hated him. You absolutely hated him. That anger was short lived as he bit down on the meat on the inside of your thighs earning another groan from you. Pupils blown wide, you looked down to him and he thought you were most beautiful creature he ever came across. The morning sun shone through the window behind you, giving you an eternal glow. Hair tousled from sleeping, you looked like an angel, that came down from heaven just for him and he sure as hell won't let go of you. But that didn't mean he wouldn't tease you for as long as he could.

"Bucky" you drew out the last syllable of his name as he stood up, your legs falling from his shoulders, his nose brushing against yours.

"What is it, doll?" he pressed small kisses to the corner of your mouth, that stupid smirk never leaving his lips.

"Fuck me, please" you keened shamelessly, every rational thought leaving your mind.

"That's what you want? You want to be stuffed full with my cock?" his metal thumb brushed against your folds, your eyes rolling back into your head. Just one touch and you were already feeling so close to release.

"Yes, yes, yes! Please!" you almost shouted, hips going forward to push against his finger, but he pulled it away. Again.

"Will you be a good girl for me?" he pulled on your earlobe with his teeth, his hands resting on your waist. At this point any touch he gave you sent electric shocks through your body. Your fingers pressed on the skin on his shoulders, your nails leaving crescent marks behind as your hands flew down to touch yourself if he wasn't going to do it, but he caught your wrists before you could even reach it. Damn him and his super-soldier senses.

"I guess the answer is no" he chuckled darkly as he pulled your arms up and urged you to wrap them around his neck. "You want to touch yourself, babydoll? Or do you want me to touch you?" his metal hand suddenly slipped between your dripping folds, pressing strongly against you. You let out a loud moan as he started circling your clit. Jaw hanging open you rocked your hips along his movements as he kissed down you neck. You felt the coil tighten in your abdomen.

"Don't stop- Bucky- please" you shouted, pulling him closer. The touch left your wet pussy, making you throw your head back. Your agony wasn't long lived as he knelt down and before you could even miss him, his mouth was wrapped around your cunt, sucking. Hard. You fell backwards on the table, back hitting the surface then arching off of it as his finger entered your warm walls. Your wetness made it very easy for him to add another finger, your hands pulling on his hair as your moans came after one another. His tongue moved up and down between your folds as his fingers massaged your wet walls in a fast pace. He hit the spot inside you that made you see stars, the sinful sounds enveloping the kitchen.

"Shit, Bucky- 'm close" your thighs closed around his head but he didn't care. His only mission was to give you the orgasm you so desperately wanted.

"Come for me, angel" he growled. Growled into your pussy, the vibrations sending you across the edge as you screamed his name, the coil snapping in your abdomen. He worked you through your high, only stopping when you slightly pulled away, your clit becoming sensitive. When he looked up at you he found you staring at the ceiling, mouth hung open, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

Hearing your name leave his lips you looked down only to see him standing, his entire lower face covered in your juices and his lips sucking on his fingers that were inside you a few moments ago. This sight was enough to get you turned on again, making you bite your lip.

"Sweet as always" he mumbled as he pulled his finger out of his mouth with a loud pop. When he noticed you expression, the lust in your eyes, he brushed his palms up your thighs, leaning over your body to press a few kisses on your stomach.

"You still want more?" he nipped at your soft skin playfully, making you giggle. You were about to sit up when he climbed atop your body, his hands holding him up on either side of your head. Leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, he rut his hard cock against your pussy. He still had his underwear on, but it was barely able to contain his member.

"Will the table be able to hold us?" you sighed, barely being able to think clearly.

"Are you calling me fat?" he pulled away in mock hurt.

"Never" you pulled him down to give him a passionate kiss, your tongues pushing against each other as he continued to ground his hips against yours. You reached down to push the annoying clothing that was separating you, down, but struggled so he helped you out, his warmth leaving you as he climbed down to fully get rid of it. You leaned on your elbows to get a good view as his cock sprung free, leaking precum from the tip, making you unconsciously open your legs more for him. Bucky looked back at you, the sight of you so ready for him making him go feral.

Climbing up the table again he kissed up from your mound, between your breasts to your lips. His cock sliding between your folds left you breathless. His hard member massaging your clit drove you crazy as he kept moving up and down to gather your wetness. His lips moved against yours as the tip pushed past your entrance, making you moan into each others mouths. He kept pushing into your warm walls slowly, only stopping when he was fully inside you.

"You are so tight" he grunted, your pussy squeezing him in all the right ways. You clenched around him, making his arms buckle, his body almost falling on top of you. "I won't hold long if you keep doing that, babydoll" he mumbled the warning into your ear as he started moving in and out of you in a fast pace, making you keen and arch your back off the table, pressing your chest into him.

"Fuck- Bucky, yes!" you moaned, hips lifting up to meet his thrusts.

"You like this, don't you? Being fucked on the top of the table?" he moved faster into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming louder accompanied by the squeaking of the table. It's going to fall apart. "You want me to take you on every surface of this house. Am I wrong?" he placed you leg on his shoulder, the new angle letting him thrust deeper into you.

"Yes, Buck- yes" your voice cracked as he hit the spot inside you, mind so enveloped in desire that it didn't even register his question.

" 'm close" you moaned, his hand going to you clit to draw circles on it, your nails scratching down his back.

"Then cum for me. Make a mess on this cock" he snapped his hips against yours, the force slightly pushing you further up the table. "Be a good girl" another hard thrust made the coil snap in your body for the second time this morning as you shouted his name.

A few more forceful thrusts later he followed after you, his cum painting your walls with his seed. His warm body fell on top of yours as both of you were trying to catch your breaths. His cock was still inside you, keeping his cum from leaking out as you wrapped you legs around his waist, making him groan into your neck.

You always loved being as close to him as possible after the mind-blowing sex you had. Both of you still panting, he brushed his flesh fingers down your side, leaving goosebumps behind, until it reached your ass and he gripped it, making you let out a breath.

"Bucky" his lips latched onto your skin as he hummed in response. "I love you" you ran your fingers through his sweaty hair, the other arm draped across his back, running up and down his spine.

"I love you too, doll" he whispered into the skin on your chest, then pulling away he slipped out of you and got off the table, making you whine at the emptiness in your pussy. He stood by the edge, eyes watching as your mixed cum dripped out of you, making him bite his lip.

"Stay here, I'll clean you up" he pressed a quick peck on your thigh then left the room. You stretched out your arms above you, slightly tired from your activities. The soft thuds of his feet hitting the floor became louder as he came back with a towel in his hands. Stopping at the entrance he looked at you, his eyes full of love. The rays of the sun hit you through the window, splayed out on the table in your full naked glory. He couldn't take his eyes off of you. Your eyes closed as you basked in the warmth and he though you really must have been an angel in you previous life. The afterglow of sex surrounding your body like a halo. Feeling his eyes on you, you turned your head and opened your eyes to look back at him, a small smile on your lips. His heart skipped a beat at you beauty, hands almost dropping the fabric in his hands. You were truly the most alluring person he has ever seen.

"What is it, Buck?" you asked. Your voice. God, your voice is going to drive him crazy one day. It was slightly raspy after sex, but it still had your usual soft undertones and he loved it all the same. His mind still in a haze he stepped closer to you, your heart beating faster after one look in his eyes. So full of love for you. You didn't know how you got so lucky to have him in your life. You just wanted to shout to the world that he was yours just as much as you were his and no one could ever change that.

"You-" he voice a little raspy, he cleared his throat. "You are just... so beautiful" he confessed your heart stopping for a moment then starting it's movement back up 10 times faster. You sat up and scooted closer to the edge to envelope him in a tight hug. You pressed small kisses on his shoulder as he brought the towel between your legs to wipe away the remainder of your pleasure. The pressure on your sensitive skin made you gasp and pull him closer to you as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"You okay?" he stopped moving, worried that he hurt you some way.

"Yes, I'm fine, just a little sore" you smiled shyly at him as you pulled away to look him in the eye. He nodded and continued taking care of you. He looked down at what he was doing, concentrating on the task at hand, doing his best to not press on you too hard. His focused gaze made you giggle which caused him to look back up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, hands stopping.

"I love you" you continued your giggling and pressed a peck on his soft mouth.

"But what's so funny?" he was still confused.

"Nothing is funny, it's just that you are so cute" you smiled up at him.

"Cute?" he almost shouted in mock hurt. "I just fucked you senseless on this very table and I am cute? I'm literally cleaning my cum from you and you call me cute?" he lifted his eyebrows.

"The way you take care of me is cute and I love you for it" you pressed a kiss on his cheek, his mouth hanging open at your words.

"Of course I take care of you" he explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Not everyone would, Buck" you smiled at his cute expression. "But it doesn't matter. I'm just happy to have you in my life" you closed the conversation with a kiss on his mouth. He shook his head and went back to give your center one last swipe, dropping the towel on the ground.

"Are you hungry, angel face?" his arms circled around your waist and he lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

"Yeah, a little" you hid your face in his neck as he carried you to a chair to sit you down. He put you down and let go of you, making you whine and tighten your hold on him.

"You have to let go of me, angel" he laughed at your antics.

"But I don't want to" you whined, but he was stronger than you and he managed to peel your hands off of him. You pouted at him as he walked away to the kitchen counter where the now cold pancakes were, giving your the perfect view of his round ass.

"You want some cold pancakes?" he laughed holding the plate up.

"Sure, sounds good" your eyes were glued to his behind. He must have heard in your voice that your mind was somewhere else as he turned around to look at you, his ass leaving your line of sight and instead his member entered your view, making you look up in surprise. Eyebrows raised, he looked back at you, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"Are you sure you are talking about the pancakes?" he joked, making a blush appear on your cheeks.

"I might have thought about something else" you bit your lip, looking down. His feet hitting the ground was the only indication that he came closer to you. The plate being placed on the table made you look up as he leaned over you, your faces only inches apart. He smirked and slammed his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss.

"Stand up" he mumbled into your lips, your heart jumping in excitement. Your body immediately followed his words, your mind filling with images of what he would do to you. These images shattered as he sat down in your place, pulling away from your lips. Your eyes widened in shock, making him laugh. Did he just do this so he could steal your seat?

"Come sit on my lap, angel" he patted his thighs. He didn't need to tell you twice as you scrambled to make yourself comfortable on his thick muscles, your legs on either side of him, your arms on his shoulders, an excited smile on your lips. He pulled the two of you closer to the table and to the plate of food sitting in front of you. You placed your head on his shoulder as he cut up the pancakes, bringing a piece to your lips. Opening your mouth he placed it on your tongue. Savoring the taste you sighed and nuzzled your face into his neck. He ate a few pieces himself before offering you another one. You continued this for a while, until there was noting left on the plate.

"You wanna go back to bed?" he put down the silverware and placed his hands on your back, brushing up and down.

"Yeah, I got kinda sleepy" a yawn broke your sentence, making him let out a chuckle.

"Let's go then" he suddenly stood up, his hands under your thighs, lifting you up, earning a squeal out of you.

He carried you out of the kitchen, slightly waddling to make you laugh. Your noises of happiness floated through the open space, mixing with the sunshine that illuminated what you left behind.

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#dream's fuckin with me because #biggest sigh i can manage #why WOULDN'T it #why WOULDN'T my emotionally dysregulated and suggestable ass get all emo over this #it's ridiculous i hate having This Condition #i hate being SO easily swayed #i hate how in tune i am w/ my emotions lmao it is HELL!!!!!#esp with stupid relationship feelings what in the flying fuck is this

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mojjisxng · 3 years

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hihi! could you do a enhypen reaction to their s/o having shaky hands from being nervous? if you can, tysm!!! ❤️

thanks for requesting anon ❤️

heeseung- he saw your hands visibly shaking when you were about to go to an interview for a job you really really wanted. heeseung was so concerned, he thought you were going to pass out or something, so he told you to sit down and try to breathe. he stroked your back, as you focused on calming down. “it’s okay baby, just breathe. you’ll get this job easily, all you have to do is smile and they’ll love you.”

jay- he grasped both of your hands, as soon as he saw them shaking, as you were about to go for your driving test. he gently yet solemnly explained to you that you’re going to pass without a single mistake, so you don’t need to worry. all the while, jay caressed your trembling hands, holding them in his until he felt them stop shaking. “you’re not going to make a mistake, you’re an amazing driver, don’t forget that. i believe in you y/n.”

jake- he didn’t just hold your shaky hands, oh no no, he engulfed your whole frame into his arms, holding you against his chest. jake also whispered words of encouragement into your ears, as you were terrified for your first day at university. he hated seeing how your anxiety consumed you until you were shaking with nerves; it made him want to hold you and never let go. “today is a new experience for you, and i’m sure it will be great. everyone will love you, how could they not? but if it doesn’t go how you expected, you know you can rant about it to me, right?”

sunghoon- hoon knew how nervous you would be for your exam, but he was taken aback when he noticed that you were quivering in fear. he would take your hands in his and ask you what was going on. when you told him it’s just what happens when your anxious, his heart broke for you. without a word, sunghoon brought you closer and held you into his chest with your head resting under his chin, and he lightly kissed the crown of your head over and over again. “you shouldn’t get this anxious over an exam babe; you’re going to ace it. but if you don’t, there’s always a next time. i love you so much.”

sunoo- he was horrified to see how much your hands were shaking because you were nervous to do a presentation for one of your classes. sunoo sprung into action and started doing breathing exercises with you, which honestly made you even more nervous lmao. but eventually he just started playing with your hair to simultaneously calm you down and distract you, as others started doing their presentations. “in 2 3 4, out 2 3 4, ooh aah ooh aah. why have you stopped doing it y/n?!?!OMG YOU’VE STARTED SWEATING AND GOING RED TOO!! ok maybe we’ll leave the breathing exercises.”

jungwon- he immediately took your hand, when he saw you shaking. jungwon was used to you getting worked up before a performance, even if you didn’t have a large part in a play. but this time you were playing a main character, and you had a huge solo song, so you felt like passing out while backstage. jungwon gushed out words of encouragement before the show started, giving you a kiss on the cheek to go with his kind words. “i just know that when you get up on that stage you’re going to forget about everything else and you’ll perform amazingly. you’re a fantastic singer and the audience will love you. good luck cupcake.”

niki- you were extremely nervous your performance with niki at a huge dance competition. so much so, that you began shaking and turning very red in the face, which niki noticed very quickly. he knew it would happen because it was a habit of yours, so he was prepared to calm you down. he held your shoulders and looked into your eyes, rationalising the situation for you. as soon as he finished speaking, he pulled you into a big hug, swaying you from side to side to comfort you. “you deserve to be here, and you’re going to do brilliant. you did it flawlessly in our last rehearsal, so there’s no doubt that we’re going to place first. plus, you’ve got me here with you, and i’m absolutely perfect hehe.”

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serenheist · 3 years

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What Jimin is like in a relationship/ Jimin as a boyfriend Tarot reading

Idk what to title this. Also send requests or interesting ideas for readings.

How fast does it take jimin to get into a relationship? 7 of swords, the high priestess, knight of wands

So for this I intended that swords and wands would represent getting into a relationship quickly and cups/pentacles would be taking a longer time to get into a relationship with someone. I think he definitely tends to get into relationships very quick. When he sees someone he likes he doesn’t waste time waiting for them to approach him or try beating around the bush. This dude just jumps right in and will introduce himself to anyone he finds attractive lmao. He doesn’t have time for the bs games of playing it cool.

Does he prefer long or short term relationships? 8 of swords, queen of wands

I asked again just to make sure and yeahhh lol he really does not care for long term relationships. He hates the feeling of being trapped in a relationship but also hates being alone but alsoooo gets bored very easily. It’s not that he’s actually trapped when he’s in a relationship but it’s moreso he feels trapped in his own mind and feels the need to move onto someone else before the person tries to force all these expectations on him. When he’s in a relationship what you see is what you get basically.

I think past partners got jealous because he’s openly affectionate with a lot of people and a lot of people can’t really deal with dating someone in the spotlight who gets all the adoration. They try to make him commit and lock him into something long term when he already told them upfront this is just casual. Listen ffs this guy doesn’t wanna settle down he wants to have passionate love affairs dudes legit a modern day Casanova. At least not right now I’m not picking up on him wanting to settle down long term. He’s a young rich attractive guy in a boy band so this is to be expected tbh.

Past present future relationships. For the future I phrased it in a way to ask what HE wants his future relationship to be like. Not necessarily what it’ll be. 5 of wands, 5 of cups, princess of fire

His past relationships had a lot of conflict and people misunderstanding and a lot of people trying to grab onto him. I feel like he had a lot of people that he dated that were trying to compete for his attention or again lock him down into what they want him to be. His present love life is him still feeling the lingering regrets and self pitying. He’s so disturbed by the events that happened in his past relationships that he feels like he can’t move on at all. Even when the right person is literally right there he’s too busy hanging on to past hurts and has gotten a little jaded. What he wants for a future relationship is with someone who can match his energy of passion. Someone who enjoys having fun and is open to doing new things. Kinda like thrill seekers. And doesn’t want to settle down immediately and have babies or something.

What is he like in a relationship? 9 of cups, 7 of cups reversed, 3 of swords reversed, unity, the magician

He spoils the heck out of the person he dates. I can see him giving expensive luxury gifts, backstage passes, 5 star hotel rooms, etc. He kinda likes showing off everything he has though because he likes to get praised for it. Again I’m seeing that even though he gives people everything he still falls into temptation even when he knows going for someone else won’t be the best idea.

It’s so bizarre because it looks like he flip flops from extreme confidence to self hate and a lot of self negative talk. Like extreme mood swings. Even when he’s with someone new he still holds grudges from past shit or words that people said in past relationships. Buttttt surprisingly I see that he actually knows that he can intentionally manifest a healthy Union into his life with someone who can match his wavelength. He knows that everything and everyone is one. And that all the shit he’s been through and mistakes he’s made don’t have to keep dragging along with him into other relationships. He knows he can reach out to others around him and get help through anything he’s going and that he doesn’t have to bottle up everything by himself just the problem is is that he doesn’t always like to verbalize when he’s going through shit. He wants people to intuitively know what he wants. I literally went off on a tangent but the last thing is that when he’s with someone he will fuck you up if you try to mess with his partner lmao no joke. He’s very nurturing and loving but he will also f someone up if they mess with someone he loves.

What type of person does Jimin usually look for in a relationship? The moon, justice, undressing of a salad 31, death, Jeanne the maid

I’m seeing he likes someone who can handle anything really. Someone who can handle a hectic lifestyle because he’s literally everywhere. Since his career is insane he looks for someone who can handle that kind of chaos and still be calm about it. Very intuitive too. Maybe someone important too or just a strong personality because there’s a lot of major arcana. This isn’t some easy person this person can handle their own weight and is strong on their own.

They can juggle a lot of things without crumbling. They aren’t easily swayed by anyone’s bs. It’s interesting that balance shows up in 2 different cards from 2 different decks. It seems like balance is a big thing for him. Someone who will transform him and the relationship forces you to grow and open your eyes to new beliefs. He looks for someone who isn’t an attention seeker and gives without expecting something in return. Giving selflessly because they’re a good person and not because they want the world to know how good of a person they are.

What is his love language? Wheel of fortune, 9 of wands reversed, the chariot reversed

Gifts and probably quality time since there’s Egyptian Sphinx and Sagittarius energy so he loves traveling to exotic places with his partner for sure. I’m also getting acts of service for the chariot and 9 of wands reversed. Because he has a lot of moments where he’s exhausted and feels like he lacks the drive to complete things so he could really benefit from someone who can take over for a bit and help him out with other practical things. But again knows to do this intuitively and can pick up on when he’s in one of his moods. I guess that also explains the need for wanting someone who’s more balanced in comparison. Cause in a life full of chaos you’re going to want someone who doesn’t bring more of it.

Uhhh some spice Not really vulgar though, very brief Physical aspects sex/intimacy

Jesus lord more moodiness. He has moments where he’ll be clingy af but also where he’s totally aloof and wants to be alone so good luck. He kinda likes to be a little shit in the intimacy department and degrade his partner instead of praise lol. Possessive energy wanting to own someone. Yeah bye.

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boundlesshart · 2 years

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PLOTTER / SHIPPER

taken from: a jcink pokemon rp’s shipper section.... it looked fun ok

tagging: the person reading this

1. PLATONIC

write about your muse and their concept of friendship. ex. how is your muse like with their friends? do they make friends easily or do they find it difficult to connect with others this way?

Claude had trouble making true friends back home (was always looked down on and in a bad position, so being friends with him was painting a target on your back). Here in Fódlan, with different baggage on him, he’s glad that it’s easier to find people willing to be around him. As long as secrets and prejudices aren’t in the picture, Claude enjoys connecting with people. He maintains an easy, carefree air about him, making himself out to be both more approachable to others (despite his high status) and in control of what’s going on around him. A smile from him is a reassurance–everything is fine, he won’t bite. Claude fucks up and pushes boundaries from time to time, but he is quick to pick up on when he upsets the other person and apologize for his actions.

Claude is still reluctant to share certain parts about himself and his past, fearing even more rejection. While he is starting to place more faith and trust in other people (as opposed to only relying on himself, as he had been raise), he worries about jeopardizing these feelings of safety and belonging.

2. ANTAGONISTIC

write about your muse and the conflicts they encounter with other people. ex. who are they on bad terms with? what kind of people do they not get along well with? how do they act around people they don’t like?

Historically, all Claude had to do to get people to dislike him was exist lmao. He is willing to go farther than most people would to get what he wants, and naturally that pushes people’s boundaries and upsets them. In a place like the academy, it’s usually unintentional, and as said above he does his best to make up for it. But sometimes it’s deliberate–he isn’t afraid to be the bad guy in the situation and use his words to manipulate and sway people, even if he is being underhanded in the moment. That said, even Claude has lines he won’t cross, and he refuses to work with people who go beyond them. Think: people that sacrifice innocents for their own gains (hi Edelgard and Slithers!). Claude doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies, but when he does, it will be very difficult to convince him otherwise.

Claude is hard on people he doesn’t trust and considers enemies (see: “Is it that mask that's to blame for your curtness? If so, maybe I should rip it off and ask again” to the Flame Emperor. Saying that he won’t hesitate to kill Edelgard if it comes to that–he won’t put his friends in unnecessary danger). Growing up in an environment where people hated him on principle and pounced on weakness means living with a healthy amount of distrust ad expecting pushback if he lets himself slip.

3. ROMANTIC

write about your muse and their relationship with romance. ex. are they searching for love or not interested in it in the slightest? what’s their dating history like? how do they act around crushes? how would they treat their partner if they were in a relationship?

I still go by what Joe Zieja said around the time the game came out: that compared to his big pipe dreams of bringing the world together somehow, finding love is low on Claude’s list of priorities. The other big thing for him is that he is still held back by his trust issues–after being rejected for fundamental parts of himself all his life, he is hesitant to simply allow himself to be vulnerable and reveal certain parts about himself, regardless of how much he likes them.

Claude is a casual flirt to people he finds attractive but usually it’s not too deep. How he acts around a crush isn’t too much different to how he treats a friend (except more panicking about what to do?? about these Feelings???). You know he likes you when he goes out of his way to spend time with you. The biggest complication is that he is a (future) head of state and plans to be involved in politics and statecraft. If your dream is to be one half of a powerful political power couple playing diplomatic mindgames with ambassadors, his heart is yours forever.

Claude grew up in a polyamory-accepting culture and has no problem with the concept and potentially going down this route himself. However, due to how tenuous his father’s relationships with women are and the strife this caused, it’s a delicate situation he would be careful to approach.

4. CONNECTIONS

write about how our muses could connect with each other! ex. what does your muse like to do that other people would be involved in? do they have interests that other people could share?

As the House Leader of the Golden Deer, Claude usually introduces himself to his classmates early on. While I don’t think this necessarily makes a thread, it saves us from introducing muses to each other.

While Claude is from Fódlan, he is eager to expand his horizons and talk to people outside of this continent. As an “outsider” himself, he especially appreciates the perspectives of people from other cultures. May ask questions about how things are back home for them, curious to see if he can glean any insight from them.

While there are some things he enjoys doing in his own room, Claude is active around campus. Outside of practicing archery, flying, and faith magic, he spends a lot of his free time in between the greenhouse and the library. At the greenhouse he studies plants and learns how to care for them. At the library, he is surprisingly studious and takes out a lot of books at a time.

With recent (Lore) events, it would be natural for Claude to take a special interest in the Agarthans and figure out what they’re about. I mean, they can turn into anyone, right? There could be Agarthans in the school right now! While he’s not seeking to cause a panic about it, he strongly considers starting the legwork into discovering who these people are and would gladly partner with others on this project towards the Truth.

#Headcanon #this is mainly a dash meme but also doubles as a plotter to hopefully inspire threads...#that said it's late here so not discussing threads immediately #will likely do so 2morrow

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quidfree · 3 years

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Any more takes on fem bakugou?

many but theyre mostly connected to specific storylines i may or may not write bc fem baku just = normal baku in almost all aspects otherwise. anyways heres some outliers

marginally meaner than normie baku bc she has more actual grievances w the world but not in a Mean Girl way still in an arrogant bastard way. in fact middle school Mean Girls dont know what to do w her bc like usually they wouldn’t stand for threats to their authority but it’s bakugou, yk… like shes just hot shit social capital-wise & regardless shes laughably unafraid of anyone bc she thinks shes better than the entire school

really mad about being into shouto. obviously this is always true but like if shouto is a guy shes preemptively mad at the fact he might think shes just some easily swayed fangirl (which, evidently, shouto is innocent of, not least because to his knowledge katsuki hates everything about him). slightly less mad if shouto is a girl but then has the exact same thought-process re fanboys. also she is somewhat more suspicious that izuku is into shouto (or ig vice-versa) if shouto is a pretty girl.

generally speaking gives 0 thought to gender expectation thanks to the convenient formative superiority complex so shes not actually very #notlikeothergirls. like as a rule the thought people will treat her, Katsuki Bakugou, less than, doesn’t really register at all, so it doesn’t weigh on her psychologically. as a result whenever anyone expects a b or c of her for gender reasons shes just like ??? who do you think you’re talking to. no i will not put on a cheerleader’s uniform kaminari but i will stick my boot up your ass. also like her attitude is so very bakugou people dont even think to treat her as Girl that way very often (or if they do they dont do it again lol)

honestly the only major diff in appearance i can think of is that i can see her doing some weird shit to her hair if her n mitsuki are even more identical than in canon. the shaggy wolfcut situation is one idea but i wouldnt be surprised if she just up and dyed her hair her dad’s colour out of spite. the only thing is i don’t see katsuki ever spending more than the bare minimum of time thinking abt maintaining a hair routine so itd have to be if not simple then at least quick.

i find it funny to imagine sports fest w her involved. like not just the feral rage at shouto for Not Going All Out At Her but like her being a horrible (if successful) sportsman the entire time as the audience watches in shock. announcing shes going to win instead of giving a speech. also the uraraka fight lmao. the audience still responds like “oh my god, that poor innocent girl is about to get killed by that terrifying- uh,, girl…....”

#qui parle #qui repond #fem baku #bnha #fem tdbk #bakugou

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cakesunflower · 4 years

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Between The Aisles [Prince!Calum AU] One Shot

A/N: this is just a random piece i drummed up. it’s 5.3k which is relatively short for me LMAO. i MIGHT do a second part to this but i’m not too sure yet; it depends if i’m in the mood to write second person again since we all know how much i hate that. but anyways. happy reading hehe

The palace library is where you felt most at ease. It was, unsurprisingly, the quietest part of the overwhelmingly large estate, and you spent countless hours roaming the aisles, fingers brushing along the spines of the books, before finding a comfortable spot or a leather chair and losing yourself to a book of your choice. There were large windows on one side of the library, the glass actually taking up the entirety of the wall, allowing for endless natural light to bathe the room. The view was that of the valley below, the greenery as bright as the sunlight that streamed in—save for this time of year, where snow blanketed the grounds in pristine white and provided a haze through the sky. And sitting on a chair by the window, the snow falling gently outside, a book in your hands, was your favorite way to spend your time in the library.

Along with, of course, the moments the Prince caught sight of you.

The shelves in the library were many and stood tall, full of any and every novel and textbook and document the royal family and its curators could get their hands on to stock up. And through the gaps of the shelves down the long aisles, you would catch glimpses of Prince Calum making his way through, though never towards you—despite his attention being solely on you. You could feel it, every time—feel him. The way his dark eyes burned on your skin, a delicious sensation that simultaneously warmed you and sent chills down your spine. His wandering through the library would appear innocent, but you knew it was anything but. Knew that he was a predator on the hunt and every time, it was you who he was after. And you were compliant every time.

Sometimes, the Prince would join you by taking a seat across from you, a book in his own hands. You two would sit in the quiet of the library, both doing your best in keeping your interest strictly on the books you were reading, never giving away the glances you’d lay upon the other. It was a game; always wanting to look at the other, but never wanting to be caught.

It wasn’t as though your dalliance was forbidden; you were the daughter of Calum’s father’s, the King, most trusted advisor. You’d been living at the palace for as long as Calum had, were practically treated as royalty—though, not to the same extent as Calum, of course. But the only relationship you showed the world you had with Calum was that of being his friend, nothing more. It was easier that way, less attention.

You didn’t enjoy it—the attention. But if it was Calum’s, during your private moments, you reveled in it.

You often thought of that first night, where your friendship had turned into something more intimate, where you crossed a line neither of you expected to. It had been during one of the many parties the royal family threw in the palace—you couldn’t hope to remember what it had been for—and unsurprisingly had grown bored of the festivities. You were more prone to spend most of the night reading rather than drinking and entertaining people, which was why you had snuck off to the library. As the daughter of a high ranking member in the palace, just below the King and Queen, you were expected to present a smiling face and adapt to the role you were given. Unfortunately, your pretty face also deigned the attraction of the sons of noblemen and local lords—sons you didn’t want to entertain. So off to the library you went, the wine you had drank giving you the motivation to do so.

It hadn’t been long after until there was another presence in the grand library, and you had been surprised, that first night, to look up from the book you had been reading to see the Prince himself wandering inside. How you two ended up hidden between the aisles as he took you against the shelves was a blur—but the memory of it actually happening was one burned in your head.

It wasn’t as though the library was the only place where your trysts occurred; you’d often fall into one another’s beds, or the various hidden spots around the palace you grew up finding together in your explorations. But the library—it was a mutually favored location. A spot amongst hundreds of stories where you participated in one of your own, just for your eyes.

Tonight, you were lost in the corner where the wall met the historical fiction section of the library, your bodies hidden by the rows and rows of high rising shelves, the setting sun dimming the room. How easily had Calum slid the leggings off of you, hands gripping your bare thighs, rings chilly against your heated skin as your legs wrapped around his hips, while he devoured your moans with the kisses he gave you. He tasted like peppermint, smelled delicious, and fit in you perfectly, familiarly, as his hips drove into yours at a wondrous, greedy pace.

The world slipped away when it was just the two of you, and you tried not to think of how dangerous that was. To be so in tuned with the Prince, in how he made you feel, that everything else seemed second-best. But thoughts of anything else seemed impossible when you were with Calum, ever since you started seeking each other out for intimate companionship. You’d gotten a taste—more than a taste—and you were worried that you had grown addicted far quicker than anticipated.

When you finished, heavy breaths mingling with his face buried in the crook of your neck, stubble tickling your skin as your fingers remained tangled in his growing blonde hair, you closed your eyes. Still joined intimately, you waited for your heart rate to settle, were all too aware of the electricity still coursing through your veins in the aftermath of your shattering release. That’s what it felt like every time Calum brought you to the edge—like the world had slipped from beneath your feet and you were falling, falling, falling.

Calum pulled away as his dark eyes met your gaze, and the windows high on the wall behind you provided for just some of the setting sunlight to gleam against his eyes. His cheeks were slightly flushed, lips kissed. Your own gaze fell to them briefly, a tug in your chest to kiss him again, but you remained pressed against the wall, trying to ease your labored breathing. “You’re comin’ to the party tomorrow, right?” Calum asked, voice hushed and raspy, just a hint of breathlessness present.

You reveled in the feel of one of his hands raising so the back of his knuckle could graze along your cheek, his touch gentle. A small, lazy smile tilted at your lips as you gazed up at him, appreciative of the rasp in his voice that always trickled in when he was with you. “Of course,” you answered, just as quietly. With a teasing tone, you added, “I wouldn’t miss your Highness’s twenty-fifth birthday.”

He rolled his eyes, though the amusement danced in them, as well as in the tilt of his lips. Calum wasn’t too fond of you referring to him by his title—at least not when it was just you two, absent from the eyes of the public—but he was all too aware of your tendency to call him by such in a playful manner. He couldn’t lie, though—the look in your eyes when you did so, mischief glimmering in them, always stirred something in the pit of Calum’s stomach. Something desirable, something wanting.

“You have the habit of running out of parties early,” Calum pointed out with a ghost of a smirk, heart thudding when the flush on your cheeks darkened.

You leaned your head back against the wall, never breaking your gaze. Your voice was soft as you responded, “Nothing’s ever as riveting as what I find in this room.”

Calum quirked an eyebrow, smirk widening. You often found him in this room, just as he did you, so Calum was inclined to agree with your statement. He leaned in, fingers dragging up the warm skin of your thigh as his lips brushed against yours, the electricity of the touch singeing his veins. In a low voice, he persuaded, “At least wait until after the cake’s cut.”

A breathless laugh escaped you, knowing there was no significance in his request other than the fact that the cake was always cut hours into the party. Calum just wanted you to stay longer than you normally would. Since it was his birthday, you were inclined to let him have this. So you tilted your head, just enough to brush the tip of your nose with his, words coming out in a whisper, “As you wish, sire.”

You had expected his gaze to darken at your words, had expected them to push him towards the desire that still burned him enough to kiss you again. It was why you’d said them, after all.

*****

The party was more or less a masquerade ball. You knew it wasn’t Calum’s idea as much as it was his parents’, but you knew he didn’t entirely mind. The grand ballroom was decorated fittingly in blacks and purples, several tables along the sides of the room filled with delicious food, while the room itself was brimming with guests dressed in their finest suits and dresses, pairing them with intricate masks that covered their eyes.

You had gone for a red dress, the top half lace with off-the-shoulder full sleeves and a long, slim skirt of tulle that swayed with the slightest of movements. Your mask was of a matching red lace against a white velvet, the click of your heels against the sleek floor drowned out by the music playing and the chatter of the guests mingling. In your hand was a flute of, rings and nails clinking against the glass when you had grabbed it, sharp eyes taking in your surroundings as you moved about. There was an odd sense of relief in your chest that came with this being a masquerade—maybe you could get away with not being the daughter of the King’s advisor but just you.

Though every face was hard to place, there was one that you recognized right away—how could you not? Calum was the man of the night, and he certainly looked like it in his custom made black suit, the jacket glittering with swirling designs that gleamed under the bright lights of the ballroom. Even his mask, black with gold details, did next to nothing to hide his powerful personality. You recognized the rings on his fingers, the jewelry leaving imprints on your skin after every time you sought each other out for your private moments. You would know him anywhere by the way he carried himself, tall and proud and the next heir to the throne. You didn’t even need the stunning golden crown, bedecked in jewels of deep red and blue, to know that it was him. You’d know him anywhere.

You hadn’t seen each other for most of the day, so you were patiently waiting for the moment to go up to him and wish him a happy birthday, to smile at him from under your mask without worrying too much of people looking at you too closely. And you watched, in that moment, as Calum glanced around after breaking away from a couple of people he’d been talking to.

For a moment, you foolishly wondered if he was looking for you.

But then, through the space of guests in gorgeous gowns and elegant suits, somehow Calum’s eyes found yours. You noted the curve of his lips, expecting to see a smirk, feeling the air get knocked out of your lungs at the sight of the grin that he wore. Then he made his way towards you, and you started moving towards him as well, stopping right when you were in front of one another. You smiled, sweet and adoring. “Happy birthday, Calum.”

His smile widened when you uttered his name, raising his own glass to clink it against yours. “Hope you’re not planning your escape now that you’ve made an appearance.”

Your cheeks flushed but smile remained, shooting him a mock offended look. “I would never,” you soothed, adoring the amusement dancing in his eyes.

The music changed then, a whimsical ballad sweeping through the room as people sought partners to dance with. Calum’s dark eyes never left yours, and he offered his free hand with a gentle, “May I have this dance?”

One simply doesn’t reject the Prince with such a request. Ignoring the escalating beating of your heart, you and Calum both put your glasses on a passing waiter’s tray, throat tightening as you placed your hand in Calum’s and his fingers wrapped around yours. You were all too aware of the gazes that weighed you down, the eyes on the Prince and the girl he was pulling towards the center of the room, whether they knew who you were or not. The attention wasn’t anything you enjoyed, though you should be used to it at this point, but you tried to focus on just one thing: Calum.

He moved seamlessly through the crowd that made way for him, turning around to face you as his left hand grasped your right, your left resting upon his shoulder and reveling in his other arm wrapping around your waist, tugging you towards him, too intimate to be casual. But what the others in the room didn’t know just how far your intimacy went—far beyond the would-be innocent closeness of a slow dance.

You tried to put it out of your mind, the stares, as you and Calum moved to the ballad amongst the other dancing guests, your body taut as your front pressed against his, your dress swaying with your movements. “You’re not nervous because of me, are you?” Calum questioned, the teasing tone easing into his voice.

You were grateful for it, knowing that he was all too aware of your issues with too much public attention. Making light of it helped and he knew that. “You think too highly of yourself,” you replied quietly, a secretive smile curling at your lips.

A smirk pulled at his mouth, looking down at you through the mask. “I’m a Prince—it’s in my nature.”

“As is all this attention,” you said, almost breathlessly. You wished you could ignore the gazes completely, but it seemed next to impossible. With a small smile, you asked him, “Are you sure I can’t sneak off before the cake’s cut?”

Calum raised his eyebrows, fingers holding a pleasant grip on yours, the metal of his rings clashing with your thinner ones. “You’d leave me to fend for myself?”

A huff of a laugh escaped you, gently rolling your eyes as the small grin played on his face. “You’d be just fine without my company.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”

Your cheeks flushed, warmth spreading through your body because of Calum’s words—and his own front pressed against yours. Your gaze slid over to your joined hands, a clear picture of crossing the line of casual and treading into intimacy with the way your fingers were linked together. It was difficult to block out the images flashing through your mind of your hands joined exactly like that, except it occurring during the moments where he took you against the wall in the library or where you both were tangled in either of your bed sheets. It was the way Calum held you that always had your thoughts wandering into dangerous territory, wondering if it could possibly be something more than just the two of you biding your time with each other’s company.

Was there room for something more? Did he want that? Did you?

Deep in your heart, you did. You couldn’t hide that even from yourself. But he was the Prince. And you often tried to escape whatever spotlight you already had in the palace—being with Calum would only intensify it.

The voice in the back of her head reminded you of what you already had accepted, He’s worth it.

“Hey,” Calum said softly, giving a squeeze of your hand until your gaze met his again. With a slight tilt of his head, he asked curiously, “Where did you go?”

When you got lost in your thoughts just then, you knew he meant. Calum had the ability to read people pretty well—it was something he learned to do effortlessly in his upbringing—and it never slipped your mind that he could do it exceptionally well where you were concerned. He could read you like his favorite book.

You were surprised you didn’t quite trip on your feet as you took in the way he was gazing at you. Brown eyes soft beneath the mask that glittered against his golden skin, an encouraging tilt on his lips. But you couldn’t tell him where your thoughts had taken you, couldn’t speak out about the imagination that held you captive most days, cruelly making you think about a relationship you didn’t believe would ever come to fruition. Calum was a Prince—he was destined to be with someone of royal status, or close to it, despite the way you, yourself, were treated because of your close affiliations with the royal family. Your name bore no title; you weren’t worthy. Not of him.

Before you could even think of an answer you could casually pass off, someone stepped up to you. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, loves,” Calum’s mother, the Queen, spoke with a smile, always kind. Her eyes went to her son from behind her emerald green mask. “But there’s some people who want to wish you, sweetheart.”

Calum glanced at you as you pressed your lips together in a kind smile. You’d stopped dancing at his mother’s arrival, but your touches remained. Calum glanced at you, as if he needed your permission to cut the dance short, and it pulled something in your chest as you gave just the barest dip of your chin. “I’m gonna get another drink,” you excused herself, reluctantly stepping out of his grasp. You didn’t dare acknowledge the coldness you felt without the warmth of his body.

You watched as he was whisked away, biting the inside of your lip as you made your way out of the dancing crowd. Like you had said, you grabbed another drink, this time going for some red wine as you found a spot to linger at by the wall. You watched, sipping your drink, as the Queen led Calum to a small group of people, and you knew immediately they were some of the local lords—their wives and daughters right by their sides.

Calum smiled at them, that charming Prince smile that effortlessly melted people, and you could just hear the giggles of the daughters despite the distance between you. You were so busy watching them, observing them, that you didn’t even notice the person who came to stand by your side until Luke huffed out a breath. “And so it begins.”

You glanced up at your friend, the silver mask making his light blue eyes pop as you raised an eyebrow. “What begins?”

Luke jerked his chin over to where Calum was, a wry smile on his lips. “The matchmaking. He’s already twenty-five, which means they’re gonna try to marry him off before he’s crowned king.” Luke shot you a glance, raising a curious eyebrow. “Come on, you know this.”

You did know this, and suddenly your skin flushed from embarrassment. He was the Prince—the next to become King, and everyone knew that it would be sooner rather than later. That in itself had never slipped your mind—the notion of him marrying, however, did. And you couldn’t understand how, not with the conversations the two of you sometimes had when you laid in bed, staring at the high ceilings of your rooms. Where Calum would talk about his excitement of becoming King despite the pressures that came with it, only ever worried about the thought of getting married.

He had made it clear to his parents, you knew, that he wanted to marry for love. Calum was never one to take something as significant as marriage lightly, and his parents understood—they, after all, had married for love. Still, that wouldn’t stop them from introducing their son to daughters of high ranking members of their society in hopes that one of them would catch Calum’s eye. It never escaped you that when Calum did talk about marriage, he always ended the conversation—before it could even start, honestly—by simply stating he’d only marry someone he loved, someone who wanted him and not his title. He could easily tell which girls were like that—most of them were, he had said.

And you’d just listen, not wanting to acknowledge the fact that loving Calum was easier than breathing—and that it was his very title that suffocated the confession in your throat before it could ever escape.

Your eyes were glued to Calum, watching that easy smile on his face as he chatted away with the women, and your chest tightened almost painfully. Every single available woman, you knew, would trip over their feet for Calum’s attention, to be the one he takes a second look at and be curious for more. And it twisted something in your stomach at the thought of it someday happening—of it happening tonight.

You and Calum—you weren’t anything. Just two friends who were fooling around, to put it crudely. Who were you to be allowed a seat next to him other than the daughter of the crown’s advisor?

The truth—one you already knew—slapped you in the face as you forced down the rest of the wine. How could you have been so stupid, so foolish, to fall for the Prince? How could you have believed that sleeping with him on more than one occasion wouldn’t lead your heart into despair? How naïve.

You barely managed another hour of the party when you finally slipped away, feeling some guilt pool in your stomach at not being able to stick around for as long as Calum had wanted you to. But he was busy; many beautiful women were surrounding him in hopes of securing a future—he wouldn’t miss your presence too much, you figured.

Of course you ended up in the library once more—getting lost in a fictional world with made up characters sounded much more enchanting than being stuck in reality. It was empty, unsurprisingly, the music and chatter of guests in the ballroom muted as you ventured into the one place you felt most comfortable. Despite it being nighttime, the sky beyond the glass wall was light with the haze of snowfall, frost icing the glass.

You ventured down a random aisle, deciding to pick a book by whatever its title was, hoping it would be enough to distract you from the weight that had settled in your chest. You didn’t know what you were going to do; you desperately hoped this feeling, this ache and yearning, would disappear soon for your own good. But it was wishful thinking, a bitter part of your mind reminded. Falling in love with Calum had been effortless; falling out of it seemed impossible.

You didn’t dare acknowledge the idea of him not feeling the same way about you at all.

Your retreat to the library remained undisturbed for about twenty minutes when, in the quiet of the room, you heard one of the large doors creak open. You had found refuge on one of the leather chairs, your mask sitting on the table beside you as a novel about witches and witch-hunters sat open in your lap, legs folded beneath you as your dress pooled around your lap.

Your heart raced at the thought of who would come to the library while there was a party in honor of the Prince going on, and it damn near stopped when Calum himself appeared, his mask missing as his dark eyes found you.

The breath hitched in your throat as he frowned, approaching you, features shadowed thanks to the dull lighting you’d set the room into. As you peered at him, your stomach sank when you saw the disappointment etched into his face, mixing in with the hurt you hadn’t entirely expected. You knew it was a shitty thing to do, to leave his birthday celebration so early, but you had been thinking with your aching heart. Getting away in order to free yourself from the view of Calum with potential suitors had become a selfish priority.

He stood just a few feet away from you, shrugging bitterly as he asked, “Did you even try to see your promise through?”

You wanted to tell him you didn’t technically promise him anything. Instead, what came out of your mouth was a muttered, “Didn’t think you’d even notice I left.”

Calum frowned, eyebrows knitting together and lips pulling downwards. “Of course I noticed you left. I would’ve come here sooner but Mum kept me by her side.”

Dropping your gaze back down to the open book in your lap, you scoffed lightly. “Right—to introduce you to a potential bride.”

You were losing control of yourself, you knew, with how easily the sarcastic and bitter remarks were slipping past your mouth. It was pathetic how unabashedly you were letting your feelings be known, practically shining a light on your jealousy and resentment. And it wasn’t fair—not to Calum, that you’d fallen for him. That you never let him know that there was something more you wanted with him. That putting aside your reluctance of being in any kind of spotlight would’ve been so easy so long as he was by your side.

“To introduce me to potential suitors, yes,” Calum corrected carefully, slowly, and you could just hear the bewildered frown in his voice. You watched from your peripherals as he took a step towards you. “But I’ve told you—and Mum—that if I were to get married, it’d only be for love.”

There was a burning in your eyes and you cursed yourself for becoming emotional. You couldn’t cry, not because of this. You willed the tears to keep at bay as you looked up once more to look at Calum. He was still frowning, confused as to what was happening, probably wondering what had gotten you in such a foul mood. Too quietly did you respond, “What’s stopping you from falling in love with one of them?”

Dangerous. You were creeping towards dangerous, exposing territory, but you no longer found yourself caring. If he found out about your feelings, then so be it. You wouldn’t shy away, wouldn’t hide. Not anymore. He would know, and then it’d be up to him what to do with it. And maybe that was a coward’s way out, giving him the power so you wouldn’t have to make a decision, but it would make it easier to breathe.

Calum’s lips tightened as his jaw clenched, the muscle feathering under the skin as he looked down at you. Emotions swirled in his dark gaze—too many for you to grasp. His crown glinted against the lights, but you couldn’t help but think his eyes glittered far more beautifully. His throat worked, voice a deep rasp as he held your gaze and stated evenly, “I won’t fall for any of them. I’m already in love with you.”

The air rushed out of your lungs, almost audible in the silence that followed his unwavering confession. You were frozen where you sat, drinking in the sight of him as his words hung in the air. The honesty was bright in his eyes for you to see, open and true and needing you to believe the sincerity in his words—his feelings. Your throat locked as you took in the Prince before you—a King in every right—who had just laid himself bare in a few short words that meant everything.

He loved you. Calum was in love with you.

The tears you had tried to keep away ran freely down your cheeks. You didn’t even care that you could taste the salt on the corner of your lips. Something in Calum’s face crumpled when he saw your tears, and suddenly the Prince was on his knees before you, hands grasping yours in your lap as he looked up at you.

“I’ve been in love with you long before we started finding each other in this library,” Calum said, his voice low and raspy and honest. His hands were warm around yours, the chill of his rings enticing as always. But all you could focus on was his brown eyes. On his earnest words. “It was torture—being with you but not being with you. But I kept it to myself out of fear that you didn’t feel the same, that you didn’t want the. . . Attention of being with me.” It was terrifying—and exciting—how well he knew her, in regards to his second statement, of course. Calum cracked a smile, small and hopeful. “Because holding you like that. . . Kissing you. . . and still being just your friend was better than the alternative.”

Your heart was erratic in your chest, breath shaking as your trembling lips parted and you whispered, “You want to be with me? Outside of the library?”

Calum tipped his chin up, maintaining your gaze, a softness in his eyes that melted your heart. “I want to be with you in any way you’ll have me.”

You would be lying if you said there was no fear in that idea. It was present, of course, derived from your aversion to the attention you would no doubt receive by being at Calum’s side. You wanted him, not his crown, even though most would say it was one in the same. But if being with him meant being tied to the throne, then you would bear it. For your happiness, you would do it. For him, there was no question about it.

Calum was waiting for your response, for you to say something, hands still clutching yours. And although this turn of events was unexpected, slightly frightening—it was all the more exciting and relieving. He loved you. He’d beensilently loving you, perhaps for as long as you have him, and you would have laughed at both of your cluelessness if you weren’t so deliriously happy.

So you leaned forward, the book in your lap long forgotten, gaze never leaving Calum’s. The brown of his eyes was always so compelling, so alluring, his mouth waiting to be kissed. Your lips tilted up, a warmth spreading across your cheeks as you told him quietly, “I’ve spent so long loving you between these aisles. I’m ready to do it out there, too.”

The smile he gave you wasn’t the one he wore as Prince, wasn’t the one he offered to lords and noblemen and their daughters and the media. No, this smile was one especially reserved for you; a smile that softened his eyes and decorated the corners with those happy crinkles, a smile that sent your heart racing and skin warming. It was the smile he gave you when you were in bed together, one he would shoot towards you during events neither of you were particularly fond of and your eyes met from across the room.

It was the smile he wore right before he kissed you for the first time since both of your feelings had been made clear, lips soft and eager. This smile was yours.

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