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twst-the-night-away · 2 years

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Meet Savvy LaPerle, an ambitious little Pomefiore who's out to catch herself a man and take over the family business.

At least, that's what she starts out after. She has some growing to do.

[ Savvy sprite by by @comingyourlugubriousness ]

Savvy is the younger daughter of the LaPerle family, who have owned a prestigious cosmetics line for generations. Her sweet exterior belies a sharp and scheming mind, full of new ideas. She always relishes the moments when she gets to show up someone who’s underestimated her. She can see the beauty in just about anything, even when other people think it’s ugly.

And she's ever so pleased to meet you, sugar.

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[ drawing by @briarrosescurse ]

Dorm: Pomefiore

Grade/Class: Freshman/Class D

Birthday: February 13 (Aquarius)

Age: 16

Height: 165 cm/5’5”

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: Port o’Bliss

Club: Science Club

Best Subjects: Potionology, Practical Magic

Worst Subject: Animal Linguistics

Hobbies: Growing exotic plants, Magicam

Pet Peeves: Laziness, people not taking care of themselves

Favorite Food: Bread pudding

Least Favorite Food: Asparagus

Talents: Making cosmetics & perfumes, decorating, etiquette

Physical Description: Long wavy blond hair with pink ombre, often with a headband that matches her dorm color. Bright blue eyes with long lashes. Peaches and cream complexion. Average height, with a cute hourglass figure. She’s almost always wearing pearl drop earrings.

Uniforms: In her regular uniform, Savvy wears her jacket unbuttoned and has her tie in a bow. She wears flats with ankle straps, and short white socks. For PE, she wears her uniform zipped halfway up with long sleeves. Her hair is tied back and she wears a sporty headband. In Crewel’s classes, she wears her coat buttoned, her goggles on her face, and her hair tied back. When she’s in her ceremonial robes, she keeps her hood up, and wears red lipstick and nail polish. Her dorm uniform is the same as the boys’, except she has a lacy Peter Pan-style collar instead of the high sharp one the boys wear. She wears a red ribbon headband when she’s in her dorm uniform.

Floyd’s Nickname: Moon Jelly

Rook’s Nickname: La princesse parfumée

Special Magic: None yet.

Twisted From: Charlotte La Bouff (the untapped potential she had for villainry - her older sister Caroline is twisted from the sweet one we’re familiar with and was a Royal Sword student)

Relationships

[ These will change as needed, but here's what I have so far! ]

OC Friends: Joker, Mia, Sia (@twstinginthewind), Adrian (@oseathepebble), Carol Ann (@fumikomiyasaki), Rose (@atwstedstory), Danica, Farron (@jasmariswonderland), Kei (@vaporvipermedia)

Canon Friends: Cater, Rook, Kalim, Epel

Respects/Admires: Azul, Vil, Malleus, Sabrina (@the27th)

Avoids: Leona

Avoided By: Leona, Jamil

Potential Ships: Cater (main ship), Rook, Kalim, Damien (@oseathepebble), Damon (@fumikomiyasaki)

Character Opinions

Housewarden: Savvy has a deep respect for Vil, and knows how to compliment him without it sounding hollow. Vil knows Savvy has potential, so he may push her a little more than he pushes others. He won’t allow her to coast on her talents. He expects her to improve, even if she starts at a higher level than some other students. Savvy’s mother was a supermodel Vil admired when he was younger, so he knows what she’s capable of.

Dormmates: In a way, Savvy understands Rook - she, too, can find beauty in a lot of things, and it’s easy to get excited about it. He also helped her a lot in learning how to study when she first came to NRC and bumped up against the “gifted kid has to work hard for the first time in her life” experience. She doesn’t go ‘hunting’ like he does, but she does like to take pictures for her Magicam. Savvy thinks Epel is just plain adorable, but the first time she called him ‘sweetie’, he told her not to, and she respected that. They’re going to become friends and rivals. When they reach junior year, they’re going to be constantly outdoing each other creating poisons, and the housewarden position will bounce back and forth between them a few times. Eventually, Epel’s going to win out, but Savvy makes a good right hand woman.

Clubmates: Savvy is in the Science Club with Rook and Trey. We've seen her Rook opinions. She thinks Trey is a decent fellow.

Crowley: Gotta play nice with the headmage and compliment him when you can, Savvy knows how the game is played. Crowley’s easily swayed by her flattery - and grateful for her family’s donations, too.

Trein: Struggled in his classes a lot at first. Her absolute disaster of a first Animal Linguistics test was one of the things that made Savvy realize that she wasn’t going to get by with her usual coasting.

Crewel: Savvy started out as one of Crewel’s favorite pets. Potions, herbology, and alchemy come to her easily, and she enjoys them, too. She was rather smug about it. But the high didn’t last. Soon, Crewel started to expect more of her, and now she has to work harder to meet expectations.

Vargas: Savvy doesn’t mind exercising, but does he have to be so intense? Ugghh. She’s okay at flight, but she’d rather not run around too much.

Sam: Sometimes, when Savvy’s feeling particularly homesick, she goes to the school shop to buy a little something even when she doesn’t need it, just so she can chat for a bit with someone who sounds like home. The LaPerle family is well-known in Port o’Bliss, so Sam calls her “little lady” instead of “little imp”.

History

Savvy is the younger daughter of JL and Angeline LaPerle. JL is the fifth-generation owner of the LaPerle cosmetics company, and Angeline is a semi-retired supermodel who was featured in many a LaPerle campaign. Savvy and her sister, Caroline, grew up in the lap of luxury. Their parents both doted on them and spoiled them, but there were also a lot of rules they had to follow for no other reason but “because you’re a girl, girls do this, girls don’t do that”. Savvy, who loved to play outside in the mansion’s huge garden and watch the little creatures that she could find there, had a harder time with those rules than her sister did.

As they both got older, Savvy noticed that there were some differences in how boys reacted to her and to Caroline. For example, when a boy struck up a conversation with her at a garden party at the mansion, she started excitedly sharing about the plants she’d been growing. When Caroline arrived, all laughter and fluffy chit-chat, she was the one who got asked to dance. Having observed this, Angeline gently took Savvy aside and told her that “boys don’t always like it when a girl’s too smart”. This gave Savvy a conflict, because she wanted to learn about things, but she also wanted to be liked. She started watching Caroline and her mother more closely, and imitating their sweet surface-level social interactions. She never lost interest in plants and what she could do with them, but … well, there were reasons why she wanted to make sure boys liked her.

The main reason came about when Savvy was thirteen and Caroline was seventeen, JL sat down and had a talk with them about the future of the family. Since he only had daughters, and he wanted the LaPerle company to stay in the family, he told Savvy and Caroline that the company would be inherited by the first one of them to get married. Also, he and Angeline both continually stressed that they needed to marry a good man - one who had value and wealth of his own, who wouldn’t just be looking to coast by on the LaPerle fortune.

Savvy loves her sister, but she knows that Caroline is also very trusting, and believes in the good in people. She’s noticed things about others that Caroline hasn’t, and has even quietly helped her out of a bad situation a time or two when she couldn’t tell that someone was being shady. She’s afraid that Caroline might end up trusting someone who’d be out to harm her, or the family. So, Savvy made up her mind then and there that she had to get married before Caroline did.

She helped things along a little by making sure Caroline found her sniffling and crying soon after that conversation. When she told Caroline that she was sure she’d never be able to get married before her, her soft-hearted sister made a promise that she would wait until Savvy graduated high school before looking for a husband. And this is why Savvy is on the hunt as soon as she gets to NRC. She has four years to find the ideal partner, hook him, and make him propose. Angeline’s taught both her daughters about using feminine charms and subtle manipulations to get someone to do what they want. How hard can it be, anyway? Surely nothing will go wrong with this plan.

(Focusing on the plan and scoping out the available guys are another reason why Savvy’s grades suffer so much at first. Something’s going to happen in her freshman year that’ll make her throw that plan out the window. What that actually is … hasn’t been decided yet.)

Actions During the Story

Prologue: Savvy was very upset that the ceremony was ruined by that weird little creature setting everything on fire. She was also shocked to hear how Epel talked to Vil. Shocked, I say.

Book 1: Savvy didn’t notice what was going on until her friends Joker and Violetta suddenly had these weird collars on their necks. When she heard from them about Riddle’s rampage, she started to think that maybe it wasn’t so bad being under Vil’s wing after all.

Book 2: Savvy heard gossip about guys getting injured left and right, but it wasn’t something she looked into too much. She and the Sealponte sisters had an iced coffee stand in the concession area. It got wrecked during the stampede.

Book 3: Savvy was tempted to get help from Azul, but a conversation with Rook encouraged her to work it out herself. She formed a little study group with some of her friends. She didn’t come out with stellar grades, but they were the best she’d made so far - she ended up in the top 30% when she’d just barely been under 50% before.

Book 4: Savvy went back to Port o’Bliss for the winter holiday. She didn’t know anything about what happened in Scarabia until she came back and heard about it. Kalim got so many hugs.

Book 5: Savvy auditioned for the SDC, but didn’t get in. She spent a lot of time working on club exhibits, so she missed out on a lot of the drama around the practice. Most of what she heard came from Kalim.

Why Pomefiore?: Savvy needs to work hard and refine her talents instead of coasting on what she already has. She needs to rely on herself and what she can do rather than pinning all her hopes on marriage.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twst oc #daisy's ocs #savvy laperle

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marrys-dream-world · 3 years

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Summary: Adrien's mother is kind and sweet and loving. The only problem is that it isn't her at all.

Notes: This is based off on this post by @infinitysgrace and a post athat I can’t find anymore, but was about how Emilie’s eye color could be wrong in the wishmaker flashback because it wasn’t her, it was a sentimonster. I took some liberties with sentimonster lore because I’m not 100% sure about all that, but I think it turned out well.

One of Adrien’s earliest memories is of crying.

He was young, perhaps three or four, and his room was blurry through his tears. When he grew older, he would get used to his father’s insistence that a night light was coddling Adrien, but at the moment, all he knew was the darkness surrounding him. The room was too big and his bed was in the middle of it, the light from the huge windows playing shadows that tricked his eyes. So he started crying, hoping it would call his parent’s attention and that they would come to him.

(When he grew older, he would learn that crying was useless.)

He felt more than saw his mother coming in, leaving the door open in a crack of light. Her arms wrap around him and she hums soothingly, the sound filling up his chest. She’s warm and smells sweet, like her favorite lavender perfume. He sinks into her, tears drying and sobs reducing to whines. He has tired himself out with that and would probably fall asleep even if left alone, but his mother doesn’t leave. She tucks him in and stays as his eyes close.

The last thing he sees are her wide blue eyes.

Both his parents have drastic mood changes, but Adrien would say that his mother is the most prominent example of this. His father is usually just stoic and, if Adrien pushes him enough, gets annoyed with him. At worst, he’ll get angry and rage at Adrien, calmed down only by his mother’s calm words as she diverts his attention so Adrien can get away. His mother, though, always feels like whiplash.

“Why can’t I go with you?” Adrien, aged seven, asks his mother. He’s sitting on her bed as she packs her bag for another trip with his father. He stopped keeping count of them after the fifth.

“You’re too young, baby.” She said and even the pet name didn’t stop the sting from her dismissive tone. “Next time, okay?”

He bits back a ‘you said that last time, too’.

“But I’m already- “

“Adrien.” His mother chides, frowning. Her (disappointed) green eyes held him down. “I said you could stay here with me if you weren't going to be disruptive. Can’t you behave, just this once?”

He swallows back a lump in his throat. “I-I’m sorry, mother.”

But she already turned her back to him and packed the rest of her bag in silence. His mother leaves out her customary goodbye kiss when she leaves for the trip. He isn’t allowed downstairs to see them go and Nathalie insists it isn't a punishment, even though it feels like it. Adrien mopes in his room, not feeling up to enjoy his free day, no tutors or photoshoots, when all he can think about is his mother.

That’s why he’s taken back when she walks in his room.

“Mother?” He gaps, unable to hide his surprise. “I thought you left. Aren’t you going to miss your trip?!”

“I changed my mind, Adrien. Your father and I decided that the trip would be more productive with just him.” She said, eyes warm. Adrien always thought it was beautiful how her eyes could look blue or green, depending on the light.

“But why?” He asked. She had been so excited for the trip!

“To stay with my precious son, of course.” His mother said, taking him into her arms.

All his questions evaporated right then and there.

After their last trip, his parents decided to take a break from traveling. To network, his father informed him, which meant more boring family dinners and stiff ties. His mom always tuts when he complains about it, so he stays silent this time. At least it’s a dinner with Chloé, his best friend, and her family, so he and her are really only required to have dinner and then they can go off and play in the hotel rooms.

“Arnold- “ Mrs. Bourgeois starts during dinner, before being nervously corrected by her husband.

“It’s Adrien, dear.”

“Oh right, Adrien. You grew up really well, you look more like your mother everyday.” Other people say it gushing, followed by a ‘so cute’ and pinches to the cheek. Mrs. Bourgeois says it like it’s a fact she approves of; Chloé even copies the small nod her mother makes. “You have her eyes.”

“Thank you, ma’am, but I don’t think so.” He says as politely as he can, but everyone in the table still throws him confused glances.

“You don’t think you look like your mother?” His father asked, raising an eyebrow.

Adrien shook his head. “No, I just don’t think I have her eyes. Mother’s eyes are blue and green and mine are just green.”

The Bourgeois family looks at him like he grew a second head. His parents, however, become tense all of sudden.

“Emilie, Gabriel, I think your son might be colorblind.” Mrs. Bourgeois says dryly and Adrien waits for his parents to come to his defense. They don’t.

“Maybe. You know how children are.” His mother says, lightly. “I love your hat, Audrey. Is it new?”

The topic changes to Audrey’s new fashion exploits and Adrien and Chloé are finally allowed to go play.

(Nathalie takes him to an eye doctor Mr. Bourgeois recommended the next day. The colorblind tests come back as negative.)

At age eight, Adrien was already used to working on fashion shows for his father’s brand. It didn’t make them easier to go through, however.

It’s a summer one, this time, and his clothes are light and airy and his skin felt itchy and hot in the air conditioned cat walk. Looking at the bright lights around him hurt and the camera felt like it was looking uncomfortably deep into his soul. Was it too obvious that he wanted to run away? The crowd claps everytime he comes and everyone is smiling. Except for his father.

After the show, his father spends the rest of the ride in silence as his mother tries to defuse the heavy tension that permeated the air with small talk and gushing compliments about the clothes and Adrien’s performance. It falls flat as she hardly looks like she’s up for talking, dark shadows under her eyes and skin paler than usual. Whenever Adrien asks her if she’s sick, she denies. As soon as they arrive home, he drags Adrien from the car towards the house, grip strong on his left upper arm.

“Do you enjoy embarrassing me in front of everyone, Adrien?” His father asked calmly, but his hand tightened on his arm.

Adrien couldn’t speak. It felt like it was happening to someone else, his mind weirdly detached from the situation. The only thing stopping him from floating away was the pain in his arm.

“That’s enough, Gabriel.” He heard his mother, voice muffled. It felt like he was underwater in the pool and she was speaking from far away. Her hand, though, he felt acutely as she extricated his father’s hand from his arm. “Adrien, go, please.”

He runs away without second thought, only pausing guiltily at leaving his mother with his irate father when he starts hearing his father’s screaming. Adrien hides under the blankets in his room, heart racing long after the noise stops as he tries to focus his mind into anything else. He startles when he feels a hand touching his blanket cocoon.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby.” He hears his mother’s voice and frantically tears his blanket away.

Adrien relaxes as he looks into her wide blue eyes and comforting smile, trying to leap for a hug. She stops him.

“Let me see your arm first.” She says and he reluctantly takes off his jacket, wincing. The bruise on his arm doesn’t look pretty, so it’s for the best that he doesn’t go out much after fashion shows. “I can’t believe I let you get hurt.”

Her tone is soft and she looks, weirdly enough, genuinely confused as she touches the bruise on his arm and coos in apology as he flinches.

“Father is just stressed.” Adrien parrots back his mother’s usual spiel after his dad does something less than exemplary. “It’s just how she is, it’s okay.”

"It 's not okay.” His mother says right away. “I’m supposed to not let anything hurt you, Adrien.”

She says that with such a passion that he can believe she actually means it. But instead of the elation he expected when he heard it, all he felt was a surge of anger. Because why now? After all those moments when she scolded him for avoiding his father or not looking him in the eye, why now?

“There isn’t anything we can do about it, is there?.” He snaps, echoing her words to him from what felt like yesterday.

She deflated. “I’m sorry. There isn’t.”

His father went away from a trip again and his mother, once again, decided to stay.

Spending time with his mother during father’s trip was great, especially since she was in such a good mood and looking much healthier than she did these days. She lets him have an extra scoop of ice cream for dessert as soon as Nathalie turns her back on them, she spends the whole day playing with him in the garder, she helps with his homework and makes him a snack between classes. They play the piano together, making up different tunes and giggling.

“Don’t I have to practice this?” He asked, pointing to the sheets of the classical song he was supposed to learn.

His mother wrinkled her nose.

“You already work too hard, Adrien, it’s nice to have some fun once in a while.” She said, twisting her wedding ring on her finger. She usually didn’t wear it when spending time with him, only when she spent time with father, so it caught his attention. “Besides, nobody has to know.”

They watch a movie he picked that night. His mother rarely did that and when she did, she was very picky about it. Artist stuff, he supposed. This time he got to choose, though, and he picked on based on a manga he liked, Astroboy. His mother seemed excited in the beginning, but her mood quickly subdued as the movie went on.

“Are you not liking it?” He whispered to her and she shook her head.

“I am, baby, don’t worry. Are you?”

“Yeah. It's not really like the manga, but I like it.” He said. “I just think it’s a little unfair, you know. How he doesn’t know he isn’t really the scientist’s son, that he’s just a robot.”

His mother’s arms tighten around him. “I don’t think it’s unfair.”

“Really?” Adrien watched as the images from the screen played on his mother’s blue eyes.

“Really.” She repeated. “Him knowing would be crueler.”

At age ten, Adrien is awakened on a rainy night by his mother shaking him.

It was the night his father was supposed to come back from a trip and he had spent a fun day with his mother, studying and playing (“You need both to be a healthy boy, Adrien!” She grinned at him and he beamed back at her). His mother had looked a little skittish earlier, looking over her shoulder often only to just find Natahalie and fidgeting with the ring on her hand, that she usually wore every time his father was traveling. She wouldn't tell him what was wrong and insisted she hadn’t been sick. Nevertheless, he worried.

“Mother, what’s wrong?” He asked, sleepiness fading away as he noticed how frantic she looked.

“Adrien, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Every moment I’ve been conscious, it’s been on my mind. Can you trust me?” She asked him, stroking his head with the hand that wore her wedding ring, and he nodded. “I need you to pack a small bag and come with me, okay? We’re going on a trip, just you and me.”

“A trip?” It was all he ever wanted, but the look in his mother’s blue eyes made him hesitate. “Is everything okay?”

“No, baby.” She said, kissing the top of his head. “But it will be. Hurry up, I need you to pack while I handle some things. Meet me downstairs in five minutes, okay?”

With anyone else, even his father, he would have asked more questions. This was his beloved mother, though, so he just got up and started to pack his clothes and some of his stuff that he couldn’t do a few days without. He carefully closed his door, running down the stair and to his mother by the door. She looked damp, her outfit changed and an umbrella hanging by her feet along with some bags.

“Adrien?” She asked, turning her green eyes to him. In her left hand, she held her wedding ring.

“Mother? Are you okay?” He asked, noting how much paler and shakier she looked than when he saw her upstairs.

“Yes, of course.” His mother said as she put her wedding ring back on. “Whatever I said to you upstairs, forget it, okay?”

“W-what?”

“I didn’t know what I was saying.” She said, eyes staring straight at her ring. “Don’t worry, it won’t happen again. Go back to bed, baby. Your father is back earlier than expected and he won’t like to see you up so late. ”

He nodded, unwilling to argue, and took his bag back with him to his room. His mother suddenly acting weird and standoffish wasn’t anything new, it was fine. She would go back to being his sweet, kind mother soon enough. He was sure of it.

(She never did.)

#adrien agreste #emilie agreste #gabriel agreste #miraculous ladybug #sentiemilie #ml fic #my stuff

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warmau · 3 years

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☆ko-fi au: lovestruck!au x flower shop!au yunho find other ateez aus: here

you've sold about ten bundles of yellow carnations in the past two weeks

each time, the bundle is bought by the same person, jung yunho

he's a sweet, tall, and rather quiet boy that comes in wearing his schools uniform and getting all clammed up when you ask him about his classes

you go to a school all the way across town, taking the train to the flower shop here where you're learning about agriculture from the owner

you are just genuinely curious - does the other school have more sports? what kind of clubs are there?

the issue is, yunho has been unable to give you any kind of coherent answer

you think he's just preoccupied with thoughts about other things - studying or his own friends

but in reality, it's you that makes him unable to speak

the first time yunho had passed you by, he'd been coming from basketball practice

he was wearing joggers and a loose t-shirt, talking to his teammate mingi who was commenting on the use of his wrist during the free throws

yunho had stopped on the sidewalk to try and copy the move mingi had just shown him, imagining the hoop was across the road

when he'd flicked his wrist - he zeroed in on the flower shop he had used as his imaginary hoop

and right under it - stood you

you were holding a freshly potted orchid and smiling at it with adoration that yunho hadn't ever seen on the face of a human being

for the minute he stood there frozen, you had checked the leaves on the plant and turned over your shoulder to go back inside to help a customer

mingi had to shake him out of a trance

"who is that?"

he asked and mingi shook his head and said

"no idea."

now yunho has been working completely off trial and error, coming to understand that you worked after school tuesday through friday

he had stopped by every single day

buying the same thing

on the fourth day you asked, "are these for decoration?"

he had managed to just shake his head - wanting to say 'i heard yellow carnations mean love' instead

on the ninth day when he came in, you already had them ready for him. all tied up with a nice white bow.

the gesture had almost made yunho turn on his heel to run out of the shop in hopes you would avoid seeing his ears blush a hard and glaring red

now, it's the start of the third week. tuesday. you are wrapping up the carnations and frowning at yourself

"why is he buying these every day......is he visiting someone with them?"

the owner passes behind you with a bag of soil and groans

"he better not, yellow carnations mean rejection in the flower language."

you gasp

"do you think he knows?"

she sets the soil down beside one of the displays and shrugs, "probably not. but if the person he's giving them to knows then they're probably not too excited about getting ten bundles of them! ten rejections - can you imagine!"

she chuckles and you set the bundle to the side

when five p.m. comes around, the little bell on the door jingles and yunho comes through

he has the same backpack over his shoulders, but this time he's not wearing his uniformed jacket

instead he's just in the buttoned down shirt - probably due to the sudden warm weather

"yunho!"

the way you say his names makes the shop flip on its head

"i have your carnations here!"

you come jogging toward him with a big bright smile that matches the sunshine yellow of the flower petals

yunho takes them, large hand enveloping yours before the shock of the contact makes him nearly tumble backward

"by the way - i don't want to keep being nosy but - are you giving these to your crush?"

yunho hears the word "crush" and the figure of you standing in front of him in your little apron and big smile starts to twirl around his head

are you a crush? sometimes it feels like you're something so much more serious.

"you don't have to tell me-" you keep going, but yunho finally collects enough air in his lungs to respond to you

"yes, the- they're for someone i like."

you brighten but then your shoulders sag

"oh - well it's just, you might want to buy white ones instead. in flower language, they mean a pure kind of love and yellow means - well -"

you don't want to disappoint him so you try to search for a word that's not as harsh as rejection

"they mean, kind of like - sorry i am not interested?"

the honey brown of yunho's eyes still as if you've just delivered life-crushing news

you start to worry and mentally yell at yourself for getting involved - maybe his crush just likes yellow! why did you just have to say that!

"i- i mean - i mean yellow is still such a nice color, i mean i like it! i like it a lot! it's my favorite and probably your crushes favorite too since you keep buying-"

yunho perks slightly

"they- yellow is your favorite?"

you nod enthusiastically, saying something about how it's the kind of color that you can't help but smile when you see.

yellow also looks nice on flowers, it's common but comfortable.

this settles the expression that had darkened before on yunho, he twirls the bundle in his hands for a second

and then he pushes it back into your hands

"do-do you want to exchange them?"

you ask - ready to turn and get some white carnations - when he shakes his head

"n-no i want to add to this bundle."

"oh! sure, which flowers?"

yunho is acutely aware of how you are holding the flowers with care, your hands compared to his are small

"which flower is the best to confess with?"

"what kind of confession is it?"

it takes more control than he could have imagined to look into your eyes at this close of a distance

but when he does, he speaks before the sentence really formulates in his mind

"love at first sight"

"oh! i think lavender roses work best for that - they're low on stock but i think i have some in the back!"

yunho listens to your footsteps as you shuffle through the store, he stands in it like a tree towering among mushrooms

when you return, there is one beautiful lilac-colored rose in the middle of the yellow carnations

the prize of the bundle

"is this ok?"

"yes"

he pays for the bundle and you hand it to him with another gentle smile

yunho is going to turn around and walk out - the same way he has the ten other times he's come in to see you

but this feels different and so he does what he did before, he pushes them back toward you

"oh should we -"

"they're for you."

with that. he has to leave, he can't really stop his nervous feet from carrying him out the door and you are too busy processing the action to catch up with him.

by the time you do - you check outside the door holding the bouquet to no avail

you bring it up to stare at the center rose and feel a wave overcome you

love at first sight.....he fell in love with me at first sight?

yunho doesn't come back after that, mostly due to his utter inhuman embarrassment

confessing like that and running away - he feels dumb - but every time he tries to get near the shop again his heart won't stop thumping in his ears

he just can't bring himself to do it now. he likes you so much that he feels like being near you overwhelms every sense in his body.

mingi gets it totally, hongjoong - another one of his friends on the team - doesn't at all.

finally, you take matters into your own hands

outside of yunho's school on monday, the one day you don't have work, he almost freezes in place when he sees you standing there

mingi pushes him further and hongjoong rolls his eyes as yunho's large figure looms over to yours

you're holding one flower in your hand and you hand it to yunho who stares at it

it's not a yellow carnation, so you're not rejecting him - but

"wh-what does it mean?"

"it's a pink hydrangea. it means you should have come back to the shop to hear my answer to your confession."

his eyes widen and yunho tries to apologize but you just laugh and say no, that's not what they really mean

"they mean i understand your emotion, i reciprocate what....you feel."

yunho gapes trying to put it together until hongjoong yells from nearby

"it means they like you too - duh!"

yunho turns to hongjoong with a look of shock and you hide your next laugh in your palm

turning to you for confirmation, you give yunho a soft nod

"that's exactly what it means."

#lovestruck au #yunho au #ateez au #yunho imagines #ateez imagines #yunho scenarios #ateez scenarios #sfw #jung yunho #ateez #ko fi commissions

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lunaekalenda · 3 years

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Hello! Congrats on your new milestone! For the movie event I am requesting 😣💕💰with either Gojo or Nanami. Thanks so much and congrats again!

hi! thanks sweet! i hope you like it and thanks for participating!

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action + couple + mafia feat. Satoru Gojo

cursing, blood, violence, kidnapping!

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“Where?” He asks. The sunglasses he’s wearing make his looks even more intimidating. The man under his gaze is trembling, his hands tied up in both sides of the chair.

“i-I don’t know, Gojo.” The man says. Gojo clicks his tongue and looks at the man again, close, taking his sunglasses down. His clear blue eye looking directly to the man.

“I’ll ask one more time. Where?” his voice seems different. He’s angry. No, he’s definitely furious.

“I don’t know. Only my boss knows wh...”

“Too much talking. Shut him up.” Nanami nods and Satoru walks around. He knows they kidnapped you, and he needs to know where you are. His hands impact against a near wall. “Fuck!”

It was just a moment. You where sleeping on his bed, all pretty and quiet. He got a call from Gakuganji, so he left the room. When he came back, after ten minutes, his bed was empty and the big window he closed yesterday to avoid your body getting cold was wide open. He called Nanami, who said that he didn’t saw you. After that, he worked hand to hand with Takuma , and he found a man in the security cams. It was easy for Nanami to search that one. Unfortunately, he appears alone, as if he was just a lure to cover the real crime: your kidnapping. Gojo revised all the security cams, he called you a hundred times and tried to search between his contacts someone that wouldn’t doubt to harm you to manipulate him. That night, Megumi came late home. He found Gojo sitting on a chair in the main salon, his white hair down and his glasses on the table. Also, he wasn’t wearing his blindfold. Megumi got closer to him, taking off his earbuds.

“Everything fine?” He asks. Gojo looks at him, his eyes red because of the tiredness and the incansable search. Yuji enters behind him.

“Hi, sensei!” he says, but his tone changes when he finds Gojo alone. “Where’s y/n?” he asks. It’s difficult to find Gojo without you, specially on this kind of lazy evenings when he usually is at home. Gojo looks up to them, the two boys inquiring with a curious gaze.

“I don’t know. Someone just took them away from me.” The adult says. Yuji looks concerned to Megumi, that is frozen. They took you away from him? From the most powerful man out there? They had the courage to do it?

Since you and Gojo started your relationship, several years ago, Megumi always saw in you someone to rely on. He liked to talk to you and you liked to spend time with him. You also know how proud of him Gojo is. How he always smiles whenever Megumi’s name is heard.

You know the two of them have a really close bond, as if they were family. Also, he’s really close to two new students of the dirty negotiations of the mafia: Nobara and Yuji, the boy with the tattoos. they are there to learn how to negotiate, how to make things really money-maker business. That’s his work, after all. He also shows them how to fight, how to take care of themselves in difficult operations.

“They kidnapped y/n?” Yuji asks, his eyes open with surprise. Megumi remains silent while Gojo nods, waiting to hear the story. Gojo tells them, without entering in too much details. Saying that you’re no longer next to him makes it even more real and painful. Megumi listens and analyzes every word he says. Yuji looks at his sensei, concerned. Megumi talks while he takes out his phone, calling Nobara.

“Call Nanami. I think we have to beat up a blue-haired bastard.”

Megumi’s brain worked as fast as ever while Gojo talked. His mind found one person capable of doing that thing: Mahito, the mafia leader that was behind you all this time. Since you have choose Gojo, Mahito never accepted that. So, he decided to kidnap you. It was crystal clear for him. Gojo calls Nanami as fast as he can, and Nanami agreed to take Nobara with him. That’s how the man and the girl arrived together.

“What’s the plan?” she asks, taking off her jacket. “I’m up to everything since that asshole took my best friend far from me.”

Nobara loved to take you with her and go shopping or to the cinema. She always complains that the only one who does that is Maki, and she needs to be in a good mood. So, finding you taking some tea for Gojo after his classes makes her pout to him if you can accompany her, having always the same response.

“That doesn’t depend on me, have you asked y/n if they want to go?”

Gojo isn’t overprotective towards you, even tho he always tries to have an eye of you, because he knows how dangerous it can be for you to be the partner of a mafia head. But, even when he was praying to end early his classes to be with you, giving you a hundred cuddles and a lot of attention, Nobara was always behind you to ask permission. He couldn’t say no -after all, it was your decision, and you also needed to have a life apart of him.- but he was wiling on the inside to hear a no form your mouth.

It rarely happen, since you felt a lot of sympathy towards the only first-year girl.

Now, as Yuji and Megumi, she was ready to risk all to take you back. To them. To him.

Megumi has been to the Mahito’s place before, in another mission, when he was just eleven. Gojo thought that taking it with him could be a nice training for the boy, and it was. He learned how to pick doors and give side-kicks.

“Yuji, Nobara and I will bother and, if necessary, kill the guards outside. Nanami can help you inside. I put an alarm in our group chat. When Gojo leaves the radio of 1 kilometer from the mansion, we all run. We’re faster than his guards, they’re big and less quick. They’re made for using strength, not for running. We’ll reunite in the backyard.”

They all nod. Once they are there, Gojo enters quietly, using the balcony to go up fast, followed by Nanami.

“Search Y/N.” Nanami whispers once the two of them are up. Gojo is forcing the window. “I’ll make guard.”

Gojo nods and enters. Nanami takes out his short dage. Mahito’s room is in front of him. You’re inside, sitting on a corner, the blue haired man looking at you with a creepy smile.

“I’m not going to bite you. But I guess you like it, since Gojo likes to mark all his fucking toys.” The way he was talking, cursing and joking, with such a smile made things even more creepier. It’s true that Gojo liked to give you hickeys, and you thought that letting him mark you last night, in such a place like your neck, wasn’t a help now. Mahito let out a little laugh. “I guess someone came to help you. Should we receive him as he deserve, hm?”

Mahito takes a little knife he has on his desk. You know perfectly that Gojo doesn’t has weapons. He always fights only using his strength and known marcial arts techniques. You didn’t like that about him, how he was sure he didn’t need a weapon because “he’s the strongest.” But well, he won all the fights he has been into, so maybe he is the strongest.

Gojo opens the door quietly, without showing any hint that he’s nervous and desperate to have you between his arms again. Mahito lets out a little laugh.

“Here you are, Gojo Satoru.”

Gojo smiles quietly, a superior smile that was always followed by one of his kicks. This time wasn’t different.

His long leg impacted against Mahito’s, taking him to the ground, and making him lose his knife. Gojo steps on his hand when he tries to reach the knife.

“Such a good weapon for a bad assassin.” Gojo says. The knife shines. Gojo looks at you.

“Love, could you look to another place? I have to teach him how we treat trash like him.”

You weren’t seeing, but you could hear the kicks and the spits of Mahito on the ground, probably taking blood out of his mouth. The fight ended sooner that you thought, and you felt a soft caress in your head. When you looked to the front, Gojo’s body covered Mahito. He looked at you in the eyes, taking his blindfold apart a little bit. You felt like home when your arms found his neck.

“Are you okay?” he asked. You nod, crying. He was there, and you where with him again. He kisses your head.

“Yes.”

“Let’s go home, then.” Taking you on his arms, Gojo makes his way home. The rest appear not long after, all tired, but smiling just knowing you’re safe again.

Gojo invited all of them to have dinner, but you decided to go to bed. That’s how Nanami ended as a host of a dinner he didn’t organize and taking care of some teenagers. Gojo sits on his side of the bed, near you, and your body leans to find his.

“I was so scared. I thought I’ve lost you.” he says, his voice being even less than a whisper. “I didn’t kill him. You know that’s not my style. And my priority was having you back.” He looks at you again, how your eyes start to drop tears. He kisses you so sweetly and softly that you don’t want it to end.

“I was also scared, but you saved me. Thanks.” he smiles, passing his thumb on your cheeks.

“I’ll save you the times you need it, my love”

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yusuke-of-valla · 3 years

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Peace of Mind

Whumptober Day 3 Prompt: “Who did this to you?”

Summary: Shiho decides to find out what Ann is keeping from her.

Wordcount: 1330

TW: Mentions of Kamoshida, mentions of abuse, nothing explicit.

AO3

Ann, bless her heart, is a terrible liar.

She passes of cuts and bruises as “work out trainging” or clumsiness, but Shiho isn’t stupid. She knows Ann is lying to her and that hurts. Wasn’t keeping secrets from each other what caused all the trouble with Kamoshida?

The voice of Shiho’s therapist reminds her that Kamoshida is responsible for all that trouble with Kamoshida, but even if that’s true, that thought doesn’t help. Her therapist says it will, eventually, but eventually isn’t good enough because Ann’s being hurt now.

They go for a walk and Ann can barely keep up because she’s so sore. Shiho slows down to keep pace, and asks, gently, if everything’s alright.

“Everything’s great!” Ann says, cheery as always, and something in Shiho’s heart twists because Ann means it. She’s lying when she says she got knocked over at a photo shoot or that she cut herself cooking, but she’s telling the truth when she says things are fine.

Ann’s getting hurt and she thinks it’s fine.

Shiho wants to be sick.

Her parents are touchy about her going anywhere near Shujin, so the school is a no go. Instead, she hangs around Shibuya keeping an eye out for familiar faces before she finally spots Ryuji. She weaves through the crowd, trying to catch up with him and breathes a sigh of relief when he finally stops near the accessway.

Shiho finally manages to catch up with him when the world rips itself apart.

The people disappear and Shiho stops cold. The sky is red suddenly, and the air feels wrong. On the bright side, Shiho now has a clearer view of Ryuji. Ryuji who is... wearing a strange costume? And also with a bunch of other strange looking people. There’s someone with a mop of black fluffy hair… Kurusu? And then there’s one in a catsuit with twintails and.

Oh.

Ooooooooooooh.

Ann is a Phantom Thief. They’re all Phantom Thieves. Shiho kind of hates how much sense it makes. Because of course Ann would fight Kamoshida for her. And given that they have weapons, it probably involves fighting somehow?

Well, that answers some of Shiho’s questions. It raises many many more but at least she now understands why Ann was lying. She isn’t sure it’s safe though and Shiho… really wants Ann to be safe. So, while Ann and the others are busy discussing something, Shiho slips behind a post so they can’t see her. She’s not going to stay long, she just wants to get a sense of how much danger Ann is in for herself, since Ann is clearly willing to downplay things for Shiho’s sake.

And what do you intend to do if she is in grave danger? You think you’ll be able to stop her?

Shiho’s nails bite into her palms. She… she doesn’t want to be kept in the dark at least. Even if she can’t stop Ann, she wants to know. The Phantom Thieves start down the stairs and Shiho follows closely, trying to match their pace, but that doesn’t last long.

The tunnels don’t have nearly as much space to hide, so Shiho has to stay behind a bit further so she can hide behind corners and hidden areas. Still, she manages to keep up.

Or she thinks she does, but she ends up in an open area and they’ve all disappeared.

“Are you serious?” Shiho moans. Gah, this is probably why they’re called “Phantom” Thieves. Her best bet at this point is probably to turn back the way she came when there’s movement out of the corner of her eye.

Shiho brandishes the baseball bat she brought (what you thought she would go to investigate her best friend's mysterious injuries and not show up ready for a fight?)

“Who’s there!”

“I think I could ask you that first.” One of the Phantom Thieves slips out of the shadows -- one of the ones Shiho doesn’t recognize, a tall guy wearing blue. “You’ve been following us since the station. Who are you?”

“I’m-“

“Shiho?!” Both of them turn to see Ann leave her hiding spot. Shiho has a good look at Ann’s outfit which is uh… very reminiscent of the types of outfits supervillains on shows Shiho really enjoyed watching used to wear. Shiho’s thankful for the red lighting of wherever they are because that’s probably hiding her blushing.

Probably.

Hopefully.

“What are you doing here?” Ann asks.

“Uh… making sure you’re alright?” Shiho says, fumbling with her bat. “I mean you were clearly lying about the bruises and the injuries so I just wanted to know.”

The rest of them have caught up now and Ryuji looks at Shiho’s bat. “Wait, were you planning to investigate Ann’s injuries and just… start swingin’ if you found out who caused them?”

“Yes.”

“Hell yeah!” Ryuji puts his hand up and Shiho returns his high five.

“Let’s not encourage people rushing into danger unprepared,” a thief who kind of looks like -- oh what was her name? Niijima! That’s right, -- the student council president says.

“Isn’t that literally what you did three days ago?” Kurusu replies.

The thief-who-is-probably-Niijima’s face goes red under her mask. “Well yes, and I think we can all agree that was a bad decision.”

“We can catch up later,” the tiny... cat thief thing? (Wait -- no. He’s a literal Cat Burglar!) who Shiho completely missed says. “Hanging around too long in one spot is dangerous, especially with someone who can’t fight.”

“I’m not helpless.” Shiho says. She wants to sound tough, but it sounds like she’s pouting, even to her.

“Mona didn’t mean it that way,” Ann says, placing an arm on Shiho’s shoulder. “Let’s just go.”

That should be the end of it. They pile into the cat burglar (Mona’s)? My Neighbor Totoro-inspired bus form, and they leave Shiho at the entrance and Shiho continues worrying over Ann, even though she knows what’s going on now.

Ah, but how often are things that simple?

They’re almost at the exit when some huge hulking mass barrels into the side of the bus, and suddenly the group is surrounded by strange looking monsters. Ann and Ryuji waste no time putting Shiho between the two of them. Niijima is doing something to help the unconscious Mona. One of the monsters sends out a blast that chills Shiho to the bone. The tall one whose name Shiho hasn’t learned looks takes it the best of them, standing tall and immediately going in to counter attack.

Ann and Kurusu take it the worst, in taking sharp breaths and shivering due to the cold. Shiho rushes to Ann’s side, taking off her jacket and putting it over Ann.

As if that will help.

Ryuji’s looking at Kurusu, incredibly concerned, but throws a look back at Shiho. He’s tense. Shiho’s heart gets caught in her throat. He doesn’t want to leave her. He wants to protect her.

Because she’s always getting protected, isn’t she?

Hmm it seems as though you can’t do anything.

The words are true, and they are devastating. But still, Shiho grits her teeth and stands up. “No. I can do something. There has to be something.”

Suddenly, pain rips through her skull. She doesn’t flinch though, because even if it’s excruciating, well. She’s felt worse.

Very good. If it seems like there are no paths before you, ‘tis best to cut your own, isn’t it? If we’re in agreement, shall we forge our contract?

Shiho’s hands find her face, and after digging her nails beneath the hunk of metal in front of her eyes, it’s easy to rip it off.

“Isabel! I need you!”

A burst of energy shakes the very foundations of the tunnel they’re in. There’s a large disk in Shiho’s hand, a gem that shines a brilliant blue even amidst the red light of the tunnel placed in the center. She doesn’t really understand what just happened, and she doesn’t care.

Shiho Suzui is going to fight.

#whumptober2021 #no.3 #who did this to you #persona 5 #fic #mentions of abuse #alto writes #shiho suzui #shihoann #wordcount: 1000-1500 #'oh this'll just be a quick Shiho awakening fic!'#narrator: it was not quick #phantom thief Shiho #First yusuke appearance of the month everyone! How long til he suffers #(spoiler alert: it's gonna be like 3-4 days)

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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Black Jeans & Daphne Blue Still Make Me Think Of You

Jason Todd x M!Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2.4K Warnings: Mentions of Torture and Death, Explicit Language

Author's Note: Daphne Blue by The Band CAMINO has been my new favorite song. Enjoy! -Thorne

He knelt in front of the guy he had tied to the chair. Poor bastard. He thought. Always gotta make things so difficult. Reaching up, he slapped him across the face a couple times.

“Oi, wakey, wakey.” The guy startled awake, immediately whimpering behind the gag. “Oh, good morning sleeping beauty. Have a nice nap?” The guy groaned and he chuckled, yanking down the strip of fabric. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I don’t know anything, Sentinel, I swear to God.”

Sentinel eyed him behind the mask. “You really wanna do this whole dance all over again?” he poked at one of the guy’s broken fingers. “You don’t have any more fingers to break. The next option is your toes.” He started to pull of the guy’s shoes.

“Wait! Wait!” he cried, trying to yank away. “Please don’t!”

“Tell me what I wanna know and your piggies can still go to the market,” he lazily retorted, letting go of his foot.

“But he’ll kill me!” he cried.

Sentinel stared at him. “I’m still wondering what makes you think I’m not gonna kill you too.” he deadpanned, pulling out a silver dagger.

The blade itself was fairly simply, not engraved or marked with extensive decorations of gold or ivory. No, frivolous things such as that were only meant for special and expensive weapons. This dagger had been created by someone with a decent amount of money. Meant to withstand against weathering and usage—it merely served a purpose.

“Look, I’ll make you a deal. You tell me where I can find Two-Face and I’ll kill you quickly. That’ll certainly save you a lot of pain and fear from having your boss dump you in a pool of acid,” he reasoned.

The thug choked on a sob and let his head loll back. “Alright! I’ll talk!”

“Wonderful,” Sentinel smiled. “Where’s Two-Face hiding out.”

“The old courthouse in Arkham City. It’s in the center of the city, you can’t miss it.”

“How many thugs does he have with him at all times?”

The guy’s face pinched. “I don’t know, he’s got a personal guard and the normal group too.”

“No shit,” Sentinel griped. “Numbers, jackass.”

“No more than ten for his personal, but he’s got about thirty normal.”

“Weapons?”

“Anything you can think of,” the thug answered. “Guns, knives, lead pipes, everything.”

Sentinel leaned back on his haunches, thinking for a moment. “Who’s Two-Face allied with at the moment?”

“I—” The guy’s mouth opened, then he snapped it shut.

“Oh, come on, do you need me to cut off a finger?”

“No, it’s—it’s just…”

“Just what?” Sentinel demanded.

“There was supposed to be a meeting tonight about discussing new gang territories,” the thug answered.

He paused and glared at him. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place?”

“You wanted to know about Two-Face only?”

“Where’s the meeting?”

“Penguin’s Iceberg Lounge.”

“Thanks.” Sentinel quipped and thrust the knife into the thug’s throat. His gasp turned into a gurgle as crimson poured down his neck and into his shirt before he ultimately slumped forward. He yanked the dagger out and wiped it on the guy’s pants before sheathing it and standing.

“Lovely,” he grunted. “Now I have to change plans.”

“You know,” someone said from above him. “Batman’s not going to be very happy about you coming into town and killing his punching bags.”

Sentinel whirled around and looked up, catching sight of a familiar Red Hood sitting rather comfortably on a metal beam, his head tipped in a cocky fashion.

He pressed a hand to his chest and dramatized, “Oh no, it’s the Red Hood!” He shut his eyes and groaned, “I admit it, I killed him. And I’ll consent to a full body search at your perusal, Red Hood.” When he didn’t hear a reply, he cracked an eye open and huffed, “You’re no fun, Nightwing usually plays along.”

Red Hood shifted and dropped to the ground, landing with a heavy thud. “What are you doing back in Gotham, Sentinel?”

“Are you asking me because you’re curious or because Batman told you?”

“I’m doing my job.”

“So, it’s because Batman told you.” he chuckled. “Since when did you become Batman’s errand boy? I thought you didn’t like him.”

“Just answer the question,” Red Hood sighed.

“Fine, fine,” Sentinel relented as he waved a hand. “Two-Face and I had a deal and he backed out of it, so now I’m trying to find him.”

The vigilante crossed his arms over his chest. “What was the deal?”

“Oh, you know, tamper with a few legal proceedings. The usual.”

“And what were you supposed to get in return?”

Sentinel scowled. “An obscene amount of money that he failed to deliver.” He started off towards the doors. “And I plan on getting what I’m owed.”

He could hear Red Hood following him. “Where are you going?”

“Our dearly deceased friend said Two-Face was attending a meeting at the Iceberg Lounge.” He cast a glance over his shoulder. “If they’re discussing territory, I need to do reconnaissance in order to learn where Two-Face is gonna set back up.”

“Want some help?” Sentinel paused and turned back around, practically coming chest to chest with the much taller vigilante.

“What kind of help?” he questioned, testing the waters by toying with the zipper on Red Hood’s jacket. When the vigilante didn’t move, he tugged a little. “Your skill? Or another kindof help?”

“I’m willing to part with both,” Red Hood murmured, reaching up to hold Sentinel’s wrist. “So long as you promise not to kill Two-Face.”

He chuckled and pulled his arm away, turning to leave. “And on that note, I’ll do this on my own.”

“You’re gonna show up to the Iceberg Lounge like that?”

Sentinel turned around as he opened the door. “Of course not.” He winked. “I’m gonna go undercover.” And he was gone.

***

He smoothed the front of his black leather jacket and blue shirt as he stepped into the chilly nightclub; he was glad he actually decided to go with something warm. Lazily scanning the room, he caught sight of the full tables as well as the upper level where people were sitting and smoking expensive cigars. One particular set of doors caught his eye and upon closer inspection, he saw two armed guards standing outside, one wearing Penguin’s gang colors, the other wearing Two-Face’s.

Bingo. He thought and in order to not raise suspicion, he made his way around one of the pillars that gave him the ability to hide, but also to see the double doors as well. One of the thugs had a walkie-talkie on him and he hummed, pulling out a small device from his pocket. He played with it for a moment and when the static cleared, he grinned and raised it to his mouth.

“Aye, you still outside the office?” he asked, watching as Two-Face’s thug grabbed the radio on his thigh.

“Yeah, boss is still in there with Penguin.” He glanced at the other gang member. “Why?”

“Somebody said they saw Batman poking around the area. Go check it out.”

“But we got orders to stay put.”

He frowned. “Orders ain’t gonna mean shit if Batman gets in there and throws the boss back in GCPD, shithead. Get crackin’.”

The two thugs looked at one another then to the door before shrugging and splitting up and leaving the doors wide open. He turned his back and waited for the guard to pass him before he slipped back and walked up to the doors. Quickly, he pressed his ear to it and listened, hearing someone that sounded like Penguin talking on the inside. He smiled and slipped a small device, no bigger than a thumbtack inside the keyhole, pressing it as he pulled his hand away.

“Hey!” someone shouted behind him. He spun and was met with the two thugs, both with angry and suspicious looks on their faces. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled. “I was looking for the restroom.”

“That ain’t it pal,” Penguin’s thug said.

“Right, sorry,” he excused, feigning an apologetic tone. “If you can point me in the direction, I’ll be out of your hair, promise.”

Two-Face’s thug tipped his head to the opposite side of the room. “Back that way.” He took a step forward and thrust the rifle into his face. “Don’t come back around here.”

He nodded resolutely. “You got it, sir.” He quickly fled before they changed their minds and disappeared into the crowd. When he was sure they no longer had eyes on him, he took a seat at the bar and pulled out an earpiece, discreetly slipping it in; he clicked the button on the outside of the piece and the conversation from inside the door flooded his ear.

“Word is that Sentinel is in town, Two-Face. You wouldn’t have anything to do with that now, would you?”

“What? Afraid that he’ll visit you?”

“Hardly. But the rumor mill says that he’s looking for you. Don’t tell me you pulled out on a deal?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t do—

“Is this seat taken?”

The low drawl made him jump slightly and he looked to the side, seeing a man smirking down at him. His eyes momentarily darted to the door before going back to the man’s face.

“Uh, no,” he replied. “It’s open.”

He hummed and sat down. “Thanks. Can I get you a drink?”

He inconspicuously slipped the earpiece from his ear and dropped it into his pocket. “I don’t know. What’s going to impress you? Something fruity? Or something…hard?” he flirted, propping his chin on his palm.

The stranger chuckled. “How about both?”

Grinning, he looked at the bartender. “Sex In The Driveway, please. For both of us.” The server turned and started making their drinks, and he shifted his attention back to the man beside him. “Got a name, handsome?”

“Jason. What’s yours?”

“(Y/N),” he replied, taking a moment to ogle the man. And boy was he pretty. Sharp jawline, killer set of teal eyes, midnight black hair, and oddly enough, a white streak. He had to be ripped under that red shirt and leather jacket he wore, and (Y/N) really wanted to find out. Their drinks were set in front of them, and he reached over, taking a sip of his.

“What brings you to this dingy nightclub? Don’t tell me it’s the scenery.”

Jason grinned. “I don’t know, the scenery right now is pretty nice.” He took the straw into his mouth and sipped, then set the drink down. “Wanted to see if there was anyone I could take home for the night.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh. “Well, aren’t you just upfront about what you want.” He winked. “I like that in a man.” Twirling the straw with his finger, he asked, “You work in Gotham?”

He shrugged. “Mostly, but my job takes me where the money is.” Jason looked at him. “I bet you know what that’s like.”

“As a matter of fact, I do. I’m originally from Central City.”

“What’s someone from a safe place like Central doing here in Gotham?”

He hummed and turned in his seat so that he was facing Jason. “Just visiting a friend.”

“A boyfriend?” Jason wondered and (Y/N) snorted.

“Nope. No boyfriend for me.” He eyed him. “Yet…what about you? Have anybody waiting at home?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t be here.”

“You’re loyal? Isn’t that a charming quality.”

“What can I say? I’m a charming guy to be around.”

(Y/N) drug his foot up the side of Jason’s calf. “Charming indeed.”

Jason’s mouth opened, but (Y/N)’s attention was drawn away by the doors in the back opening, and Two-Face stepping out, followed by Penguin. His mood soured and evidently it showed on his face because he heard,

“Are you okay?” He directed his attention back to Jason who was looking at him with a cocked brow.

“Yeah,” he answered, then pulled his foot away and stood up. “But it’s getting late, and I have to get going.”

“Going back to see your friend?”

(Y/N) laughed. “Something like that.” He paused and gazed at Jason, then asked, “Gotta pen?”

He dug around in his pocket then pulled out a black sharpie and handed it over. “Here.” (Y/N) took Jason’s hand in his own and quickly wrote a set of numbers on the back.

Jason looked at it. “This your cell?”

He rolled his eyes. “No, it’s the number to my favorite Chinese joint down the street.” Grinning, he leaned over and planted a kiss on Jason’s cheek, murmuring, “I’ll be in town another couple days. Gimme a call sometime if you’d like to hangout.”

As he pulled away, he caught those teal eyes narrowed in amusement. “I definitely will, (Y/N).”

When he stepped through the exit, he sighed, knowing that he was going to have to spend hours going over the conversation in order to get a plan figured out. But hey, at least I scored a date. He thought with a grin.

***

“Have fun in lockup, Dent!” He called from the ledge as he watched the gang leader get loaded into the squad car. As they drove off, he checked his phone and smiled as the transactions followed through.

“Another night, another million,” he quipped and just as he was putting his phone away, it pinged. He looked back at it, eyes widening as he read,

So that’s what Sentinel looks like out of uniform? Black jeans and Daphne Blue? I hope you know I’m never not going to think of you when I see that combo now 😊.

(Y/N) froze and stared at his screen, millions of thoughts scrambling around his mind until he settled on, Who is this?

The little birdy you met in the lounge the other night.

He blinked and typed, Jason?

That’d be the little birdy.

How do you know who I am?

On your left, Sentinel.

He immediately looked up and his jaw went slack at the sight of Red Hood standing there, phone in his hand.

“You’re shitting me,” (Y/N) blurted out. His phone pinged.

Told you I was gonna call you.

Red Hood—Jason stowed his phone and walked up to him. “Wanna go get that Chinese you mentioned?”

(Y/N) gaped at him, then he let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, why not? I could eat.”

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BTS Reaction || Watching You Workout [M] [Request]

WARNINGS: blow jobs, public sex, face fucking, swearing?, choking, pet names, shower sex, car sex, unprotected sex, protected sex.

Seokjin :

When Jin told you to find a hobby he had expected something like painting, photography, working out or trying to learn an instrument but he hadn't expected you to take up burlesque lessons as a way of working out but you told him it was something you'd enjoyed since you'd seen the movie and you wanted to try it.

"Do you have fun at your lessons?" Jin asked trying not to come across as jealous but when he'd come to watch you at practice the male teacher had his hands all over you and it sent his mind raging with jealously. Only he was allowed to see you in next to nothing while touching you,

"Jin, please. He's just a teacher, it's his job." But Jin wasn't having it, he watched you struggling to take off the dance corset you were wearing and he came over to you in the bedroom, tightening the straps instead of loosening them you gasped for air a little and looked at him in the mirror,

"I'm the only one who is allowed to fuck you, understood?" You made eye contact with him and nodded. He loosened his grip on the corset ties and you were able to breathe once again, he smirked as your thighs squeezed together,

"Does that turn you on?" He teased turning you around and lifting you up onto the vanity table, you stared down at him as he pulled down the skirt you were wearing and then the thong.

"Look at you, you're soaking." He licked one stripe up your folds before adding a finger into you and making eye contact as he finger fucked you against the vanity table stopping whenever you looked away from him.

"Look at me," You whimpered out making eye contact once again as he continued to pump one finger in and out of you,

"Jin please, I need you." You cried he got up from the floor and turned you around so you could see yourself in the mirror,

"Look how desperate you are for me." He growled in your ear smirking as you let out a gasp when he entered you slowly stretching you out with every inch of him.

"Mmm fucking hell baby you're still just as tight as the first time," You hummed and he continued to slowly thrust in and out of you not wanting to give you what you wanted just yet, he wanted to hear you beg for him.

"Jin!" You yelled knowing what he wanted you to do but you didn't want to, you hated that he enjoyed teasing you so much.

"Just fuck me like you mean it," He smirked at you in the mirror one hand holding your waist he thrust into you holding himself against your cervix sending you into a moaning mess he knew how to make you whimper and how to make you cry out of pleasure he knew exactly how to work you.

"Fuck you like I mean it?" You hummed and he gripped onto the strings of the corset tightening them in one hand and roughly slamming into you not stopping as you cried out whenever he hit your cervix a pleasure mixed with pain that was making you scream,

"Jin right there! Fuck don't stop," You were gripping onto the edge of the vanity table to stable yourself and he smirked as you began to gasp for air it was only exciting you both more and more causing you to clench, he released his grip on the strings but continued his thrusts wanting you to breath.

"Don't ever stop." You whimpered your back arching whenever he hit the right spot, he'd fucked you before but never like this. He never hit that spot every time and you don't think you could ever let him cum if it was going to be like this all of the time,

"Fuck it feels so good." You whimpered tears rolling down your cheeks as you could feel the belt in your stomach tightening,

"Hmm, you want me to stop?" He slowed his thrusts down to a stop and you whimpered at the loss of contact he was giving you, pushing your hips back to try and get him back but he chuckled deeply pushing against you once more and holding himself in place.

"Jin, please. I need to cum." You begged out knowing what he wanted from you,

"Anything for you baby," He whispered tugging on the strings and relentlessly fucking back into you hitting the spot effortlessly, you croaked out moans of his name as he continued to fuck into you.

"Cum now baby or don't cum at all." He demanded, looking at you in the mirror you made direct eye contact as you clenched around him gasping out for air, there was a new sensation you hadn't felt before and it had you screaming out as you came.

"J-Jin." You moaned out as he continued to fuck into your tight cunt smirking as he knew what you'd done and it was turning him on more and more he loosened the strings once again and your chest flopped down against the vanity you were panting out of breath as he continued to fuck into you pulling out seconds later and finishing along your ass.

"Shit baby, you made such a mess." He chuckled looking at you, he turned you around to show you the wet spot on the carpet, your legs were shaking so he walked you over to the bathroom to get you cleaned up smirking as you came to the realisation that you'd squirted around him.

"My perfect princess." He chuckled kissing you softly on the lips and running you a bubble bath to help you relax a little after the previous events.

"Jin?" You called out looking up at him as you finally felt like you were back on earth again,

"Hmm?" He asked turning to look at you, you smiled at him.

"My teacher is gay by the way, for future reference." You told him as he helped you step into the bathtub, he nodded stripping fully down and getting in behind you.

"Noted."

Yoongi:

"I'm telling you it isn't a workout," Jimin said as you both walked to the dance studio that night, you'd promised him and Yoongi, your boyfriend of three years, that you'd show them what you do for a workout every day.

"I'd love to see you up on one of them." You scoffed pointing up at the hoop that was suspended from the ceiling, Jimin stared up at it and then to you.

"Easy." You laughed going over to your instructor and telling her to bring two down for you instead of the usual one,

"Loser buys dinner?" Jimin questioned looking at you as he stripped from his jacket looking at the hoop, how hard could it really be?

"Bring it on. Yoongi can judge can't you baby," You asked Yoongi who already looked nervous about being there. He'd seen you do this a million times and every time it turned him on more than the last,

"Sure." He said sitting down on the floor and watching as you walked up the hoop getting into position while Jimin struggled to figure out where to start.

"Easy?" You questioned mockingly as he finally got into the hoop, they began raising from the floor but not high enough that he would hurt himself, just high enough for basic moves.

"You're buying." You told Jimin as you walked over to Yoongi but Yoongi wasn't in the mood for food, he was hungry for something else.

"There's a canteen, we can just eat here." Yoongi rushed out to say making direct eye contact with you and trying to send signals about what he wanted but you ignored them walking with him and Jimin in silence towards the canteen to get something to eat.

You felt Yoongi's hand on your thigh at the table and then you felt his fingers rubbing you through your thin yoga pants,

"Yoongi what are you?" He ripped the thin fabric so he could slide his fingers into you and you let out a choke as you felt him pumping two fingers in and out of you as if you were just at home and not in the middle of a canteen full of people and with his friend sitting across from him.

"You alright?" Jimin asked noticing how quiet you had become,

"J-Just feeling a little cold." You lied looking at Yoongi who drank from his coffee cup acting nonchalant about everything, he felt you clench around his fingers and he knew you were enjoying this just as much as he was. Your hand dropped under the table and you began rubbing him through his jeans feeling how hard he already was, you stared at Jimin and acted as though you were interested in the conversation but you could feel yourself getting closer and you knew you couldn't be quiet when you came no matter how hard you tried, you clamped your legs together in an attempt to stop Yoongi but it was useless.

"I have to go to the bathroom, I've ripped my yoga pants." You sighed grabbing a jacket and using it to cover yourself with. Jimin sat there confused for a second and looked at Yoongi,

"She has spares in her locker, I'll get them for her since she left her key." He rushed off after you.

(X)

"Fuck Yoongi!" You cried out as he fucked you against the stall door, he'd followed you into the women's bathroom and pinned you against the sink making out with you until someone walked in so he darted into a stall not wanting to be seen.

"Shh baby, we'll get in trouble." He chuckled looking at you as you clenched around his dick, your head was rolled back against the door and your arms were wrapped his shoulders while your legs were wrapped around his waist as he thrust up into you against the door.

"I don't care. I'm so fucking close." You whimpered needing to cum, you knew Jimin had probably caught on but you didn't care, nothing mattered except finishing around Yoongi,

"Fuck the way you looked up on that hoop." He grunted into your neck thrusting up into you and holding you down against him so he was reaching you at your deepest point, you were sure at that point you could feel him in your gut.

"J-Just like that, do that again." You begged out for him and he did it smirking as your eyes rolled back sending you into a state of ecstasy whenever he hit that one spot that made you clench around him like a vice and had you crying out his name.

"C-Cum inside me Yoongi, I wanna feel you there." He stared into your eyes as you begged for him to cum inside of you, you'd done it a million times before because you were no the pill but seeing you this desperate for him made him weak at the knees.

"Fuck, beg me again baby." You whined as he continued his rough thrusts into you hitting the same spot,

"Yoong fill me up, fuck I need to fill you dripping out of me." He smirked shifting you a little so he was a little comfier,

"Quiet then baby, we don't want anyone to hear you cumming."

"S-Shut up." You snickered and he rammed into you brutally making the door behind you bang against its lock,

"Fuck." Your hands dug into his back as you felt yourself getting closer,

"Don't you fucking dare cum yet." He ordered but you couldn't help it the new angle he was hitting you at was too much for you to hold it off any longer and you came around him sending him over the edge immediately, fucking his cum into you as you came around him clenching around him and pulling every last drop out of him, nothing but small whines leaving your mouth as you realised you'd come without his permission.

"Just you wait until you get home." He growled in your ear slapping your ass and handing you some tissue to clean yourself up with.

Hoseok:

Hoseok watched as you swung your hips back and forth in time to the music he loved watching you work out because it wasn't just a normal boring work out you would dance instead, you found normal working out to be boring you wanted to have fun while you toned up your body.

"You look so good today baby." He chuckled at your comment but you were serious, you'd missed him all week and were desperate for any attention you could get some from him. This is how you were going to get it, you were going to do the most sexiest routines you knew in front of him until he couldn't take it anymore but it wasn't going to take long. He'd been desperate for you all week as well and watching you swing your hips was sending him over the edge, he just wanted to bury himself inside of you. You turned on dance for you by Beyonce and Hoseok lost it knowing exactly where the song was going to lead to, he grabbed your hands and brought you over to the living room sofa sitting you on his lap as he kissed you passionately, you ground down against his hips in time to the music and he grunted feeling you against his hard-on, he needed you then more than ever.

"You're so impatient baby, let me dance for you." You told him getting off his lap only to be pulled back down by Hoseok who was growling at you,

"Don't you fucking dare, I need you and I know you need me." He stuck his hand down the front of your skirt and you whimpered as he began rubbing your clit in circles,

"See, you're already dripping for me." You hissed as he slid a finger into you without warning and he chuckled,

"So tight with only one finger, have I been neglecting your needs all week baby?" You pouted and nodded as he pushed you down to ride his finger,

"I want you to ride me just like this baby." You kicked off the thong you were wearing under your skirt and bit down on your lip watching as Hoseok took out his member and began jerking himself off, he began watching you as you went over to the drawer for a condom biting down on his lip as you swung your hips from side to side as you walked away from him.

"Fuck look at you baby." He was admiring your body he could never get enough of you, he loved every inch of your body even though you didn't and he did his best to reassure you every day that you were perfect the way you were.

"Good girl," He groaned out as you rolled the condom onto him before getting ready to ride him, you lined him up at your entrance and slowly sank yourself down on him stopping midway to get used to the stretch,

"S-So big." You whimpered as you finally sank down onto him taking his full length into you and moaning out as he hit your spot without trying.

"Ride baby." He chuckled looking at you as you slowly started to lift yourself up and down on his member, moaning out as he stretched you out with every bounce Hobi knew you weren't going to last long while riding him because your legs would always start to hurt but he was going to do his best to bring you to your release while you rode him. He thrust his hips up to meet you pushing deeper right against your g-spot as he did so making you cry out in pleasure,

"Ah, Hobi," You were right on the dorms sofa which is why this was so desirable to you both, someone could walk in at any minute but at that point, you didn't care you could feel yourself getting closer to your release and Hoseok smirked as you clenched around him.

"S-Shit Hobi I hear the car," You panicked picking up the pace as you rode him, the boys weren't due home for another hour but that didn't mean they couldn't walk home early, Hoseok smirked up at you evily turning you over and pinning you down against the sofa.

"You best cum baby girl or they're going to see you getting fucked aren't they?" Your back arched as you felt him hitting your g-spot thrusting into you roughly without pausing, it was so much better than riding him.

"Or do you want them to see? Huh? Does my little slut want them to watch you get fucked?" You stared up at him with red hot cheeks and he smirked bending down to your neck sucking along the exposed skin.

"They're walking up the steps baby, you better cum." The door handle moved and you heard the groaning about it being locked,

"Cum right now princess." He moaned out in your ear, you clenched around him during your release and you felt him twitch inside of you releasing into the condom you whimpered as he continued to pump until the door finally clicked signalling it was unlocked. He swiftly pulled out of you and darted for the bathroom leaving you to deal with the boys.

"Hi, home early?!" You asked a little too loudly as you tried to act as less suspicious as possible,

"Yeah, Hobi said something about buying dinner if we rushed home?" Jungkook called out looking around for the older member,

"He's in the bathroom." You mumbled leaning against the wall to steady your shaking legs, you were still coming down from your high and you didn't want it to seem obvious,

"Everything okay Y/n?" Namjoon questioned noticing you, you nodded and walked over to the bathroom door banging it against it loudly.

"Just have to talk to my boyfriend." You laughed opening the door to reveal a smirking Hoseok,

"You called them to come back early," He licked his lips bringing you into the bathroom and making out with you against the door.

Namjoon:

You'd taken up Yoga to help pass the time when Namjoon was at the studio all day or when he was away on tour and you wanted something to do but it was fun. You'd started doing it even when he was on break, it was just something you enjoyed doing and it was something that Namjoon enjoyed watching. He came down that morning expecting you to be working out in the basement where you normally would but he found you posing in the living room,

"It's too cold down there." You said once you noticed he was staring at you, he nodded and went to make his morning cup of coffee coming back and sitting on the sofa in front of you watching you.

"You're just going to watch me?" You giggled getting up and getting ready for your next pose, he hummed watching as you went into the downward dog position and he felt his member twitch in his pants as he watched you bend over like that. Thoughts rushing to his head as he heard you let out a whimper as your back cracked,

"Fuck." He mumbled getting up in a rush and going into the kitchen to get his mind on something else instead, but he could still see you in the reflection of the fridge and it was turning him on more and more.

"Baby? Can you get me some water?" He hummed in response coming back in a couple of seconds later to find you staring up at him from the floor.

"You're doing this on purpose aren't you?" He grumbled watching as the corners of your mouth turned up into a smirk,

"I don't know what you're talking about." You lied taking the bottle from him and taking a sip,

"Oh shit," You laughed as water dropped down the side of the water bottle, you made direct eye contact with Namjoon as you licked from the base of the bottle to the top and he growled at you taking the bottle and putting it on the coffee table before pinning you down to the ground.

"You're such a fucking tease." He grunted kissing you roughly, you giggled against his lips as his knees forced your legs apart, you rolled your hips against his thigh and moaned out at the sudden friction you'd been dying to get since the moment he walked downstairs. You'd always loved Namjoon in the mornings, the way he looked like he'd just fucked you and his voice was hoarse, it made you melt at the thought of it.

"Was it even cold down there or were you just aching for my attention this morning?" He questioned kissing down your crop top and towards your stomach, he pulled down the yoga pants you were wearing to reveal you were wearing nothing underneath and he growled.

"Such a filthy girl." He smirked throwing the pants somewhere in the room and attaching his lips to your core, your back arched as his tongue worked it's magic, making your eyes roll back as he tugged on your clit with his teeth and added a finger into you.

"Namjoon." You whined out not wanting his fingers, all you wanted was for him inside of you you didn't want to mess around teasing one another until the point you couldn't stand it anymore.

"Please." You begged out looking down at him, he looked up as he continued to eat you out.

"Please what princess?" He asked sending vibrations through your body,

"Just fuck me, I just need you inside of me." You begged, he pulled his mouth away from you and pulled his shaft from the sweatpants he was wearing,

"All you had to do was ask baby." He whispered in your ear kissing you as he pushed into you slowly, your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him deeper into you and you let out a moan into his mouth feeling full already.

"Always so fucking tight." He grunted kissing down your neck and sucking along the exposed skin, your hands went to his hair tugging at the strands as he thrust in and out of you at a slow but hard pace wanting you to feel every inch of him.

"J-Joonie." You cried out as he reached your g-spot each time your back arching away from the floor as you felt the pool deepen inside of your stomach,

"What is it baby girl?" You whimpered out at the name he had for you and he smirked feeling you clenching around him,

"You like that? When I call you my baby girl?" You hummed out clenching over and over again as he whispered that you were his in your ear,

"You want to cum for me baby girl?" You nodded eagerly desperate to cum for him and he knew exactly how to get you there, he unwrapped your legs from around your waist.

"Hold your legs then baby girl," You took your legs into your hands bringing them as close to your chest as possible, the yoga was paying off for something, you felt him reaching deeper than any other angle you'd tried before and he hadn't even thrust yet and you were moaning out his name.

"Shhh baby, the neighbours." But he didn't care, he was going to have you screaming within a matter of seconds, he pulled out of you only to roughly slam himself back in within seconds quickening his pace as he noticed your eyes starting to roll back, his thrusts were like an attack and all that filled the air were the sounds of your whimpers, his grunts and your skin hitting one another.

"Fuck Joonie right there." You screamed trying to keep your hands on your legs but wanting to reach out and touch him, he smirked as he noticed you struggling,

"Legs down princess, we'll come together." You nodded and dropped your legs down your hands digging into his back as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. He grunted as you clenched around him and he knew you were going to come undone,

"Fuck I love the noises you make when you cum around me baby girl," You said nothing but whimpered in response to him feeling yourself getting to the edge,

"I-I'm close-"

"Me too baby, on three?" You agreed and he took one of your hands in his and smiled at you,

"Three." He started, his thrusts getting rougher as he pushed into you at a powerful pace you were already seeing stars without reaching your high,

"Two." You added quickly not being able to hold it off anymore,

"One, cum for me baby." You screamed out his name clutching onto his hand as you came around him, in return, he clutched your hand as he came into you continuing to thrust slowly in and out of you until you both came down from your high.

"I love you." You whimpered as he pulled out of you dropping down next to you on the floor, he turned to look at you covered in sweat,

"I love you too." He whispered kissing your nose, you both laid there for a few minutes trying to catch your breath.

Jimin:

He'd watched you leave for your morning jog that morning in nothing but your tight running leggings and a top which barely covered your tits and he'd been waiting for you all day. You walked through the front door sweating and panting and he almost lost it, he'd never seen the attraction you had for him when he was sweaty but seeing you the way you were now he could finally understand it, he grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the bathroom.

"Jimin? I know I need a shower, I was just-" He kissed you, roughly slamming your back against the bathroom door as he stripped you out of the sweaty workout gear you'd chosen to wear that day, you stared at him as he dropped to his knees in front of you lifting one leg up onto you shoulder and eating you out, he stared up at you as you threw your head back against the door and put one hand in his hair holding him in place as he sucked on your clit, adding two fingers inside of you and pumping. He began making a come here motion with his fingers once he felt you clenching around him and he smirked knowing you were close, you were always desperate after working out so he knew it wasn't going to take much.

"Cum for me." He moaned into your clit continuing to fuck you with his fingers until he felt you clenching again, he pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue wanting to feel you cum around his tongue. The new feeling had you gasping for air as you came around his tongue, pushing him closer to your cunt as you rode down from your first high of the night.

"J-J-Jimin, fuck." You grunted looking at him as he got up from the floor, he walked you over to the shower and turned it on.

"In you get baby." He chuckled, you stepped under the water and he stripped from his clothes getting in after you, you went to drop onto your knees but he shook his head. He needed to be inside of you he didn't have time to waste on you teasing him,

"Fuck you looks so good this morning," He moaned out pushing your back against the tiled wall and lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his waist, you moaned out as he entered you slowly hold your face so he could watch the way your face contorted when he slipped into you.

"Look at you, I've not even done anything and you're crying out my name." He chuckled deeply and you hissed at him wanting him to go faster,

"Please Jimin." He smirked following what you were saying and holding you against the wall, pulling out and thrusting back into you quickly, moans, running water and slapping skin filled the air as he fucked you against the tiled wall,

"Fuck right there." You cried out as he hit your g-spot sending your head into a spin, your hands reached out for something, anything, to hold onto but you just knocked everything down from the shelf making Jimin laugh as he continued to fuck you against the wall.

"What's wrong baby?" You whimpered out as he began picking up the pace enjoying the way he made you act, your hands gripped his shoulders digging your nails into his skin and moaning out his name loudly. You didn't care that you already had a noise complaint from the neighbours, you were a mess and you wanted Jimin to make you cum again.

"Shit Jimin, just make me cum please." You begged out looking him in the eyes as he thrust up into you, he bit down on his lip as you clenched around him and stared into his eyes. He was always a sucker whenever you did that to him,

"I-I've barely started baby." You whined out not wanting this to last too long, he would have dragged out the orgasm if it was down to him but you needed to cum.

"I need you Jiminie." You whispered in his ear knowing he was a sucker for his nickname in the bedroom, it was as if a switch was flicked his head as he heard you begging in his ear like that. You felt his thrusts jitter as he felt uneasy about this,

"Fill me up Jimin."

"So desperate for it aren't you? I thought I was desperate this morning." You whimpered out as he began his rough assault on your, not stopping to let you catch your breath but continuing to push in and out of you bringing you closer to your release. The bang within your stomach was pulling so much it was going to snap at any second but you knew better than to cum without Jimin's permission, he stared at you as he felt you clenching, he smirked once he saw you biting so hard on your lip it was bleeding.

"Cum baby girl, cum for me." You let go clenching around him tightly and moaning out his name as your head fell back against the tiled wall crying out as he continued to fuck into you,

"S-Shit." He grunted following shortly after you spilling into you and hissing as he pulled out and rested against the tiled wall beside you,

"Shit, I might have to start jogging more often." You giggled looking down at him as he chuckled at you, he was red in the face and you smirked at him

"I love you." You whispered sliding down to sit in the shower beside him,

"Love you too."

Taehyung:

Taehyung had come along to your pilates class to see what all the fuss was about since you'd managed to convince Namjoon and Jin to start going with you but while he watched he felt nothing but anger towards the instructor as he placed his hands all over you, complementing your posture and touching your ass whenever he had the chance. You looked over at Tae to see he was getting angry so you made an excuse to leave early, and took him with you. You were hoping to get home before he started but he ended up getting you into the back of the car,

"Fuck did you see how he looked at you?" He asked slapping his hand against your bare ass, he had you over his knee in the back of the car.

"T-Tae, it's his job." You tried to justify but it was only making things worse on your part, he slapped harder than before and growled against your ear,

"Did you like him touching you? Is that who you're wet for?!" He asked rubbing his fingers along your folds and tutting as he felt how wet you were, you'd been dripping since the moment you saw Taehyung jealous.

"N-No, I'm wet for you." You stuttered trying to make it easier for yourself but it wasn't going to happen,

"They'll be out soon, should I keep you like this until they come out? Or should I let you cum now and then go home?" You whimpered,

"Make me cum Tae, I need you." He smirked, you got up from his lap and he pushed his sweatpants down taking out his hard member and began pumping, you bent down and took him into your mouth. His hands worked their way into your hair as you worked your magic, taking him all the way until you pulled off for air,

"Such a good girl." He moaned out as you continued to bob your head up and down around him, using your hands to massage what you couldn't fit into your mouth moaning around him as he slid a finger into you.

"You're always so tight princess, fuck." He grunted as you pulled off him and straddled his lap, you were frantic for him to fuck you and you didn't care that people could see the car.

"Better be quick baby, don't want a scandal." He chuckled sliding you down onto his member and grunting out as he stretched you out still just as tight as the first time he fucked you.

"Shit Tae." You moaned out as he reached your spot instantaneously his hands landed on you hips forcing you up and down in a fast motion knowing your thighs couldn't handle all the work,

"Mmm Tae, r-right-" He covered your mouth with one hand when he heard people coming and you whimpered against his hand holding onto his wrists as you felt yourself getting closer as you rode him grinding down as you reached the base of his cock and holding yourself in place so he was just touching your cervix. You were practically screaming into his hand as you continued to fuck yourself onto him,

"Shhh baby, people are coming." You giggled against his hand,

"This was your idea." You moaned out rolling your hips as your head rolled back the pool was deepening and you knew Tae was getting closer because you could feel him twitching inside of you. He began thrusting up into you faster, wanting you to cum before he did and you cried out into your hand biting onto your skin,

"Tae I'm g-gonna-"

"Cum right now." He ordered looking at you as you continued rolling your hips, they began bucking as you came around him clenching and squeezing him almost sending him over the edge. You got up from his lap once you rode out your high and took him into your mouth staring up at him as he placed his hands into your hair thrusting up into your throat,

"S-Shit people are looking." He tried to pull out of your mouth but you wanted to taste him, you could already taste yourself mixed with his precum in your mouth.

"Nuh-uh, I had to cum in the car." You teased putting him back into your mouth and gagging around him as he thrust up into your throat moaning about you being a brat, you cupped his balls fondling them to bring him closer and once you felt him twitch you moaned around him coaxing him to cum into your mouth. You felt the warm liquid hit the back of your throat and you pulled off him sucking him dry and swallowing what was left in your mouth, turning to look at him with a smirk.

"Get dressed." He growled and you knew it wasn't over for the night.

Jungkook:

Jungkook and you always went to the gym together it was something you did as a couple so you could spend more time together but today was different. You were wearing tighter pants and a different crop top than usual, you were basically on show for him and it was already turning him on to the point where he couldn't watch you work out luckily for him it was a private gym so the only people around were trainers and other idols who weren't paying attention to you both.

"Baby, will you come and spot me?" You questioned looking up at him innocently, you were on your knees tying your shoelaces up and you stared up at him sending thoughts through his head which were hard to ignore.

"Sure." He stuttered out helping you up and walking with you over to the Overhead press, you weren't lifting much just enough to tone up your arms but someone had to watch you or it would be considered dangerous. He stood behind you and watched as you bent down to lift the bar up,

"Hold on Jagi, you have to stand like this." He put you into the correct position and you smirked feeling what was wrong with him, he'd been acting off all morning and now you knew why. You pressed back against him to tease him but only to make it look like an accident,

"Thanks, Kookie." You whispered picking up the bar and doing the usual lifting you would do with it. When it came to putting it back down however you made sure to grind your ass back against Jungkook and you heard him grunt and you knew what you wanted to do next.

"What's wrong baby? You not feeling well?" You questioned turning around to face him your body pressed against his, he glanced down at your chest and shook his head at you.

"You're such a fucking tease." He grumbled dragging you through the gym and off towards the private showers where he could have his way with you.

(X)

You giggled up at him as he threw his head back against the tiled wall, he'd stripped you off as soon as the doors were locked and the water was running.

"Just like that Jagi, good girl." He panted not caring that water was running straight into his mouth you were staring up at him while you worked your tongue around his member, taking him all at once only to pull off and just pay attention to the tip the next minute,

"Such a tease, huh? Coming to work out in those clothes?" His hands were making a fist in your hair as he pushed you down on his member making you gag as he hit the back of your throat but you could manage this,

"You like teasing me like that?" He pulled you off him groaning out in pleasure as a string of saliva left your mouth and made you giggle.

"Yes." He smirked down at you making you stand up by holding your hair, he pushed you against the cold tiled wall and you hissed out,

"Fuck, give me one good reason I should let you cum tonight?" You looked over your shoulder at him as he ran his free hand down to your clit pulling and tugging at your sensitive bud making you whimper as he finally paid attention to you.

"Because you've ignored me all week." You pouted and he knew instantly what this was all about, he hadn't had time to fuck you enough and now you were out begging for attention,

"Oh is the little baby needy?" You nodded sadly and he smirked slamming into you without warning making your back arch back as you screamed out his name.

"Kookie! Fuck!" You cried out as he continued to ruthlessly slam into you not caring that you were screaming his name out for other people to hear you, you tried gripping onto the wall for something to hold on to but it was failing.

"R-Right there." You whimpered as he continued to hit your g-spot over and over again bringing you closer to your release, maybe it was the excitement of being somewhere new or the fact that he hadn't touched you in a week but you were already close.

"Shit look at you, you're already fucked out of it." He chuckled grabbing your neck and forcing you to look back at him as he continued to pound into you, stretching you out with every thrust. You smirked back at him and he groaned as he felt you clench tightly around him,

"Do that again Jagi." He moaned out his grip around your neck loosening as you clenched over and over again knowing exactly how to bring him to his edge.

"K-Kookie so close." You moaned out looking over your shoulder to make eye contact, he nodded at you slapping and grabbing your ass so he could reach deeper than before.

"Me too Jagi, where do you want it?" He moaned out in your ear you bit down on your tongue as you felt yourself getting closer,

"My face." As soon as the words left your mouth he groaned out his thrusts picking back up so he could get you to your finish, he loved when he got to cum over your face and he loved how much you enjoyed it whenever he did it.

"You gonna cum for me?" He teased rubbing your clit with the hand that wasn't holding you in place, you moaned out a string of curse words as you felt the band in your stomach tightening,

"Yes." You whined out angling your back so he could reach your g-spot yet again, never missing with each thrust.

"Cum for me then princess." You let out a string of whimpers and moans as you came around him, clenching and tightening as he continued to fuck you through you orgasm not stopping until you finished. You dropped to your knees once again and he groaned at the sight of your, you were a mess your hair was sticking to your forehead and you were staring up at him and silently begging for him,

"Open your mouth baby," You did as he said and stuck out your tongue waiting for the warm liquid to hit you and at the sight he groaned stuttering his jerks and cumming onto your face sending the hot liquid into your mouth, hair and all over your cheeks.

"Ahh, fuck Jagi." He grunted leaning one hand against the wall behind you as you took him into your mouth to clean him off.

"Look at you," He chuckled running his thumb along your bottom lip before sticking it into your mouth,

"Always such a cute mess for me." You sucked on his thumb cleaning off the cum he'd wiped away from your lips and he hissed at the sight.

"Let's get you cleaned up and head home, I'm not done with you yet." He smirked helping you stand back up and under the hot water, reaching for soap and helping to clean you off.

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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In My Dreams Tonight

for @chaotic-bard who asked me for some fluff!

have a soulmates that dream about each other au featuring both a modern au and the canon universe!

brought to you by “Dreams Tonite” by Alvvays

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“You’re nothing but trouble, bard,” the tall man glared from atop his horse. He always seemed to be glaring or glowering or huffing, the man in Jaskier’s dreams. The familiar stranger wore his long white hair pulled halfway back and he had golden eyes, the pupils of which were slit up the center like a cat’s. His name, Jaskier had learned after the third straight week of seeing him every night, was Geralt of Rivia. A Witcher, apparently, whose job it was to hunt down monsters.

“Ah, but what a lovely piece of trouble I am!” Jaskier replies. And he’s rather sassy himself in these dreams. Far more clever and ready to fight than he is when he’s awake. “You would miss me if I left, wouldn’t you, Geralt?”

“Hmm.”

The stranger hums a lot. He glares and he hums. Jaskier’s heart stutters frightfully in his chest whenever the man smiles, though. The sight is rare. Geralt has smiled perhaps three times in the past two months.

“Where are we going today?”

“Werewolf outside of town. You’re staying at the inn, where I know you can’t get into… nevermind. You can get into trouble anywhere.”

There’s a lightly teasing tone to the stranger’s voice that Jaskier hasn’t really heard before. He likes it. He craves more of it. He tosses and turns in his sleep, his skin damp with sweat. The dream goes on.

“Geralt, please,” he whines, “I can’t write ballads about monsters I haven’t seen! Or fights I did not attend! That’s lying to my audience, Geralt, and I simply won’t do it. I must go with you.”

“Drop it, Jaskier,” the man snarls. Jaskier feels sad. Incredibly sad.

Rejected?

“Gera-”

“I said drop it, bard.”

Jaskier wakes up feeling a little heartbroken and he yearns to be held. His pillow holds the fading scents of leather and wood-smoke. The sight of a pine sapling at the dog park makes him tear up.

He starts to wear the color yellow out of nowhere and his taste in jewelry switches from gold to silver.

When his best friend asks him about the recent changes, he cannot answer.

---

Geralt pours himself a mug of tea and shakes his hair out of his face. He’s been having odd dreams lately, things that feel familiar but manage to stay just out of his conscious grasp. Someone important is waiting for him. Someone he love and cares about and needs.

Geralt doesn’t really buy into the concept of soulmates, but he does understand instinct. He knows to trust his gut. He knows to listen and start paying attention when the same haunting blue eyes creep into his dreams every night for six months, plaguing him in the waking hours by refusing to give up their owners’ identity.

He wipes a hand down his face and sighs loudly into the otherwise empty studio apartment. “Fuck me, I gotta figure this shit out. I gotta talk to Yen.”

Talking to himself has always helped him calm down. He does it again, just to hear his own low voice scraping through the silence.

“I gotta see what’s going on with my head. These dreams are… getting to be a bit much, even for me.”

He nods to no one in particular and goes to text his best friend and coworker.

---

Jaskier hops off the bus and carries his guitar case down to the coffee shop on the corner. Finally, he’s managed to get a gig that wasn’t through the university.

He sets up his stuff in the tiny alcove the shop treats as a stage and watches as a few customers stroll around near the counter, waiting for their drinks or reading through the menu, hovering just far away enough from the line to keep others from growing confused.

He loves people watching.

Once everything is ready to go and the light outside the window has dimmed a bit, indicating early evening has finally arrived, he pulls his guitar onto his lap and strums through a few quick chords.

“Rode here on the bus,

Now you're one of us.

It was magic hour,

Counting motorbikes on the turnpike;

One of Eisenhower's.”

“Live your life on a merry-go-round;

Who starts a fire just to let it go out?”

He watches a particularly handsome man with broad shoulders and a vintage denim jacket approach the counter. Jaskier adds a haunting, well-practiced lilt to his voice as he goes into the chorus, hoping to get his attention:

“If I saw you on the street,

Would I have you in my dreams tonight?

If I saw you on the street,

Would I have you in my dreams tonight, tonight?”

An equally beautiful woman with long, curly black hair approaches the denim-clad angel and whisks him towards a table nearby. She settles with her back to Jaskier, leaving him with a decent view of the man’s sharp, lightly stubbled jaw, glittering eyes, and severe white ponytail. He’s gorgeous.

He’s also uncomfortably familiar.

Jaskier continues to perform, trying to identify his attractive mystery man the whole time and failing miserably.

---

“He’s everywhere, Yen. I feel like I could identify him by scent if I got close enough. I can’t remember his name, though. Or the color of his hair. I don’t know his face, only his eyes. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Have you talked to Dr. deStael about it?”

“Yeah, but she said this kind of thing is normal. Recurring dreams often help us sort out our trauma or something like that. I don’t know. I don’t feel traumatized by this guy I feel… protective of him. Maybe even like I love him?”

“Hmm.”

“Hey, that’s my line.”

“Shut up for a minute, this live music actually slaps and I want to listen to it. Then we can discuss your weird possessive tendencies towards your dream boyfriend.”

Geralt takes a slow sip of his coffee and glances up at the singer off to their left, perched on a barstool with his guitar held carefully on his lap. His voice is soft but somehow bright. Geralt finds himself utterly entranced.

“On the weird guitar;

Said you'd go to work

In the waking hour.

In fluorescent light,

Antisocialites watch a wilting flower.”

“Live your life on a merry-go-round;

Who builds a wall just to let it fall down?”

The lyrics are strange and hold a dream-like quality to them. They draw a picture in Geralt’s head, something dark and heavy and oddly hollow. He has another sip of coffee and tries to ignore the feeling of panic welling up inside him. He glances at Yennefer to see if she’s picked up on his mood, but her violet eyes are focused on the singer and his nimble fingers as he continues to play and sing.

When he glances up towards their table and their eyes meet, Geralt loses the ability to breathe.

That shade of cornflower blue was…

Couldn’t be…

Had to be…

The gorgeous, feathery tenor continues to fill the air, whirling pleasant notes past his ears and deep into his subconscious. Geralt knows that voice. He’s heard this man laugh and sing and cry and scream a thousand different times. Through a handful of different lives. Geralt knows that face, those hands, those strong legs and long arms and blue fucking eyes. He’s held this singer in his arms every night for centuries, feeling his breathing as they both drift off to sleep.

He has protected this man and been protected by him in return. He has kissed and been kissed, caressed and been caressed. The two men sitting across from each other in the coffee shop physically embody an endless cycle of love. It has been bound up in the souls of two no-longer strangers. Geralt knows that he knows this man.

He knows Jaskier.

Petal pink lips continue to form soft words and slender hands keep plucking at vibrating guitar strings:

“Don't sit by the phone for me,

Wait at home for me, all alone for me.

Your face was supposed to be

Hanging over me, like a rosary.”

Geralt stands suddenly, startling Yennefer but not the performer, even though he’s clearly just as shocked as Geralt about this recent development.

Their mutual realization.

“So morose for me,

Seeing ghosts of me,

Writing oaths to me,

Is it so naïve to wonder…”

Geralt crosses the room to the edge of the stage in three quick strides. Yennefer is close behind him, her latte just as abandoned as his coffee at their table. She grabs her friend’s arm as if to stop him from doing something violent, but when he doesn’t struggle against her grip she lets it go again easily.

“Geralt?” the musician asks.

“Jaskier?” Geralt replies. The guitar is placed quickly to the side and a pair of incredibly familiar arms are thrown around the taller man’s neck. Geralt hugs back just as firmly, his arms flung low around the brunette’s waist. Geralt knows that this is Jaskier’s favorite way to be embraced; he doesn’t know how he’s aware of that fact, but it comes to the front of his mind clear as day.

“Holy shit,” Jaskier breathes, leaning back to stare Geralt in the face. One of his string-calloused fingers traces down over Geralt’s eyelid and cheek and he cocks his head to the side. “No scar?”

“No,” Geralt shakes his head. “Not this lifetime, I guess.”

“Were we? Are we- are we, you know...?”

“Yeah,” Yen beams, adding her two cents from the sidelines. “I think so. Congrats, boys. This is one of those one in a million chances and you’ve gone and done it.”

“Done what?” Geralt asks. Jaskier tosses his head back and laughs. His happiness rings out through the cafe like a struck bell and Geralt’s heart stutters frantically. He really does love this man already. Wholeheartedly and without fear. “What have we done, Yen?”

“As obtuse now as you were then,” Jaskier chides affectionately. “Soulmates, my love. We’ve been bound by the red string of fate and ta-da! Here we are. Again, apparently.”

“Yes, okay,” Geralt breathes, nosing his way along Jaskier’s jaw with giddy determination. He presses a quick and wholly welcome kiss to the bard’s lips. “That makes sense.”

“Do you... do you want me again? This time around?” Jaskier asks, fingers fiddling with one of the ties on Geralt’s hoodie. A pair of chapped lips press against his again and he sighs into it, melting against his no-longer-Witcher.

“Yes. And the next one, as well.”

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uwua3 · 3 years

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if it's ok 😳👉👈 i really love your writing and i've had this idea in my head for awhile but i can't get myself to write it on my own 🤔 i wanted to see how your spin would be on it- so can i request a prompt where reader gets jealous of tenma's co-actress in a romance and tries to mimic what she does to him in a show they're in?? ty!!! 💕💕💕 i look forward to your interpretation

thank you so much for requesting~ ♡ i love you sososo much; i hope this lives up to everything you’ve dreamed of! ♡ ～('▽^人) i LOVE YOU!!! <333

summary: when tenma lands a role in your favorite drama, he had one goal: to become your favorite actor

warnings: envy/jealousy, food mentions, rivalry (all covered briefly!)

author’s note: after learning everything there is to know about the k-drama, true beauty, on tik tok, i’ve decided to write this! for context, the only thing i recommend watching before reading this is watching the “roar” scene!

this is also the first time i’ve introduced made-up characters with names! please enjoy jun, the first character who isn’t canon to the a3!verse :D

word count: 3,768

music: like a movie – b1a4

pretty u!

🌻☀️ sumeragi tenma

what the heck was love, and why did he have to be in it?

sumeragi tenma, future “world’s best actor”, was suddenly... seeing why he hadn’t won that award yet. with a script in his hand and confusion in another, tenma read the title of the next drama he landed the role for

“PRETTY U...” it was japan’s next major love story, advertised on every social media platform possible with the all-star cast in the spotlight already. although it had already been out for a season, tenma was entering as the up-and-coming newest character of the series

tenma was boyish, young, and much too confident for his age—perfect for the role of a second-lead bad boy who was going to steal the heart and test the protagonist’s commitment

except... he didn’t actually want to take up a new project so soon. he only did because—

“what?! you’re going to be chan on PRETTY U?!” he proudly nodded and watched as you began ranting about how much you loved this show. there was only one reason he came to the audition: tenma wanted to star in your favorite television series

you always went on and on about how great everything about PRETTY U was. after hearing so much and pretending not to listen (even if he could practically explain the entire plotline now without watching it), tenma let himself become a fan, too

after all, how could he not be a fan when you loved PRETTY U so much?

tenma didn’t respond to his manager’s pleas until one day, you revealed another reason why PRETTY U was your favorite production: the main lead

“he’s so handsome~ i love him so much!” “do you know him? could you get me his number?” “look at him... he’s the most perfect actor in the business right now—ah, sorry ten!”

tenma scoffed every time, claiming he could most certainly do better than that hotshot. although the boys typically didn’t do the same type of television, he had become tenma’s #1 rival without even knowing it

besides... what did that guy have that tenma didn’t? he was just nice! sure, he held open the door for the lead, bent down to tie her shoes, bended over backwards just to be the perfect boy-next-door. yeah... even he couldn’t pretend anymore

tenma pouted at the thought, skimming over his next pilot episode for rehearsal tomorrow. he was too good to be real, after all, he was meant to end up with the lead girl anyways (spoiler alert!)

but, it didn’t matter how perfect that actor was! because tenma had gotten the role of “chan”, the leather-jacket wearing mystery with an actual heart of gold, and he was going to make the entire audience swoon

(though, tenma just wanted to make your heart skip a beat when he ended up on the big screen)

tenma would never admit how fast he checked his phone when he felt it buzz in his pocket. sure, it was unprofessional during rehearsal but he knew it was you. however, his smile dropped the moment he read what you sent

you: remember to tell him how much i love him!

tenma: hah... no good luck for your new bad boy?

you: you know i’ll always root for you, ten!

tenma: but, i’m better than that actor, right?

tenma watched his message get delivered and was about to keep bothering you until someone called his name like they were friends. speak of the devil...

that actor’s straight, white toothy smile made tenma stand a little straighter (damn it, tenma was shorter), eyes wide as the actor gracefully introduced himself as his co-star for the next month or so (how did his voice sound even better in person?!)

“good morning, tenma! my name is jun, i’m so honored to meet a fellow actor on set! let’s work together well!” were they... really the same age? tenma barely registered the fact he was suddenly shaking jun’s (right, that’s his name) hand. why did he have such a manly grip?

tenma quickly (to his dismay) found out that him & jun had entered the industry around the same time but often had different projects, so they were never featured in the same production before. apparently, that was creating quite a buzz in the media that two childhood stars were competing against one another

a competition that tenma couldn’t lose. he was going to be your favorite actor, not his rival!

jun, like the perfect gentleman everyone described him to be, showed tenma around the PRETTY U set. jun had nothing but good things to say about the crew and vise versa. that only reinforced how tenma was oddly much more quiet than he usually was. luckily, one of the talents of being an actor was improvising, so jun was doing just fine

when they had reached the dressing rooms, jun shot a bright smile at tenma and gestured to the rather large room

“we’ll be sharing a dressing room together, tenma! we’ll be spending a lot of time together!”

tenma suddenly regretted his decision to become chan of PRETTY U. you couldn’t have had a different favorite show?! anything but... this

there were now three main characters for PRETTY U: hoshi, yuri, and chan, creating a love triangle for millions of viewers to watch every week

nakamura jun, leading role, played “hoshi”, the boy-next-door. this is the popular boy at school with the best grades and an even greater reputation amongst everyone. next, uedo ren, one of japan’s rising female actresses of this generation. she is adored as “yuri”, the perfect girl. she is the typical nerd who suddenly transformed into the prettiest girl at school from learning make-up

last (but definitely not least!) is sumeragi tenma, playing “chan”, the bad boy. it was nothing like tenma’s done before, since the character was much less expressive than he was used to. chan is a traditional rebel who is revealed to have a soft side for yuri. but, chan (ironically enough) has a secret history with hoshi, causing tension in this already confusing love triangle

(embarrassingly enough, jun had to explain to tenma the complications and ties between each character. tenma, unfortunately, found it to be extremely helpful)

even with this newfound knowledge of the characters in season 2, tenma couldn’t help but absolutely ruin the first day of rehearsals. even with a decade or so of acting as his experience, one thing kept him from being chan: his lack of chemistry with “yuri”

“cut!” the director called out again for the nth time, sighing as their eyes landed on tenma, who was not enjoying being the center of attention this time, surprisingly

“take 5, kid. once you come back, i expect you to actually go through this scene without messing up your lines.” tenma nodded and exited quickly, feeling flustered from the looks of sympathy directed his way. usually, it was one-and-done. it didn’t take a hundred tries just to do another romantic and cliché scene

tenma exhaled loudly once he felt the fresh air upon his face. without the fear of cameras in his face anymore, tenma ran his hand through his hair with a frustrated kick at the concrete. come on! he was renown child actor sumeragi tenma, why was he so in his head now?

tenma was about to yell into the sky before he heard someone close the door, standing beside him with their usual silence. tenma didn’t even have to look to know it was jun (probably with the most pitiful look ever)

“tenma? are you okay?” jun waited as tenma tried to not say anything he’d regret, shifting his weight on his foot back and forth before relenting, shrugging as if it couldn’t be helped

“i don’t know... i just, i can’t see yuri that way. how am i supposed to flirt with someone i don’t even like?”

jun pondered the thought for a moment, before tilting his head, a boyish smile overtaking his features. tenma unwillingly relaxed; jun finally looked his age

“who do you like then?”

tenma froze, a blush even foundation couldn’t hide blossoming on his cheeks. jun let out a teasing “oooh!” as he nudged tenma with his shoulder, who pushed back with an eye-roll

“i-it’s not like that! don’t be so—ugh!” tenma cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding jun’s knowing eyes. damn it, they barely knew each other. why was he getting so comfortable with his enemy?!

“well, whoever you thought of, imagine yuri as them.”

“is that what you do?”

jun shrugged, not giving a clear answer for once. before tenma could ask for more information, their break was over

when tenma returned to the scene, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. when he opened them again, he watched as yuri transformed into the one person he’s been trying to impress this entire time: you

when “you” smiled, tenma couldn’t help but follow along. his first-take after break made the cut for the final product

“you must really like them, tenma~” — “stop!!!”

filiming afterwards became easy, especially when he imagined all his romantic words were directed towards you. he could feel the clamminess of his hands, the rapid beat of his heart, the intense blush across his face, all at the thought of you

(the only time he had to start over was when he accidentally said your name instead of yuri’s)

tenma was sure he’d become your favorite actor now! after all, you were his favorite person

“will you watch the first episode of PRETTY U’s season 2 with me?”

you had never said yes so fast in your entire life. when tenma learned there’d be a cast-viewing of episode 1 after finishing the season, he knew his +1 invite could only go to the biggest fan of the show

throughout filming, you were always the person who got him in trouble when the text tone wasn’t put on silent. you liked spamming tenma with a bunch of supportive and encouraging messages when you were available, meaning tenma always had something to look forward to after each scene

in return, tenma would send a selfie of him with his castmates or the set (or, what he was allowed to show under his contract). yet, despite your constant pleas, there was one co-star he’d never take a photograph with: jun

(“tenma! we’ve worked together for months~ shouldn’t i be called your friend now?” “no—” “huh?! don’t pretend you don’t like me!” “who said i was pretending?” “tenma!”)

at first, tenma was apprehensive about inviting you to an event where jun’s picture-perfect face would be on display everywhere. but, whenever he saw you, the weight of the tickets suddenly felt much heavier in his pocket. he couldn’t deprieve you of such an exclusive event just because of his jealousy (even if he was this close to doing so)

when tenma impulsively asked three days before, it felt worth it when you threw your arms around him (he hugged you back and pretended this meant something to you)

“i love you, ten!”

tenma felt like he was on set again, with yuri’s arms tightly holding onto his heart

“i love you, too.”

even after saying it so many times, tenma meant it even if he didn’t say it to your face every time

you looked like the star of the show

tenma fixed his tie as his blazer suddenly felt too tight. you appeared in your most formal attire, looking like a million bucks as you two sat across each other in the limo

“ten, look at all of this!” you pointed out every little thing of preparing for a professional event. the little glasses of champagne neither of you two could drink sat to the side as the leather seats molded to fit your posture. as the night lights of tokyo blurred by, tenma couldn’t help but think you sparkled more than this diamond of a city

“i can’t wait to go see the first episode! thank you for inviting me.” you bowed your head, as if suddenly overcome with gratefulness. tenma lightly kicked your shoe with his, fondly rolling his eyes as he tried not to smile (mission failed)

“don’t worry about it, who else would i bring? you’re my favorite pe—friend. friend, yeah...” tenma trailed off, suddenly finding something very interesting outside of the window. you only nodded, seemingly more interested in the fact there was enough room to walk around

when tenma caught sight of the infamous red carpet laid out in front of the theatre, he cleared his throat and put on his best face for the cameras. after stepping out of the car with his bodyguards nearby, tenma turned and gave you a genuine smile. not his typical arrogant smirk the news source ate up, but a type of smile only reserved for you

when he held out his hand, the flashing lights behind him seemed like a real celebrity, something you had never considered him to be before. it was like seeing tenma in a new light (both literally and figuratively)

“shall we?” you took his hand and wondered if you could ever have your own j-drama. perhaps, tenma could even be the main lead...

before you could step off to the side, tenma already had his arm wrapped around your waist with his unchanging expression (however, underneath it all, he was internally freaking out. what was he going to do now?!)

“you’re my date, right? walk the red carpet with me.” tenma winked (you swore it sparkled) as he gestured towards the carpet ahead. suddenly, the line seemed much longer

“t-ten... you’ve never brought a date before...” you mumbled, acutely aware of how soon it was to walk down together. tenma’s arm stiffened, but nothing else exposed the revelation as he looked down at you

“you’re my first, then.” and my last, tenma thought to himself. before you could change your mind, it was showtime. tenma put on his movie star face and introduced you to familiar interviewers, smiling away as if you two weren’t panicking on the inside

while you were focusing on the fact you were going to be going viral as tenma’s first “date” to the event, tenma was trying not to blush from how close you were. you felt... right besides him

tenma was a natural in front of an audience waiting for him to make a mistake. he flawlessly answered every question with swaggering confidence, his stride easy and poses photogenic

you did your best to follow his lead but it all ended when tenma took you into the theatre, staring down at you with a bright smile

“we did it! see, told you we’d be just fine.” tenma let out an exhale of relief, glowing with joy from the adrenaline of everything that came with being a superstar. as you looked up into his excited eyes, you saw him lean down before—

“your arm is still around me.”

silence, then a hurried separation as tenma put too many feet between you two. it was suddenly as if you two were strangers. you regretted the words the moment they left your mouth; you didn’t mind at all... why did you say something?!

“um... so, food?” tenma spoke up after an eternity of making excuses. you two quickly moved to the line of movie snacks, using candy and popcorn to substitue the suddenly awkward silence

when tenma ordered all your favorites without even asking, he turned around with the selection only to close his eyes and internalize every single thing he was feeling because there he was, his worst enemy

jun entered from a side door, most likely finishing up helping the crew with set-up (and 30 minutes early as usual) before catching tenma’s iconic bright orange hair, a grin lighting up his face

“tenma! it’s me, jun!” he said, as if they weren’t the two main leads of japan’s most famous drama so far. immediately, your smile matched jun’s as you watched as your favorite actor of all time make his way towards you two

“jun... of course you’d be here.” tenma said through gritted teeth, forcing a pleasant smile even with an armful of junk

“ah, still keeping the bad boy attitude? we’re off set now, you can stop method acting now.” jun joked, bringing his attention to you with a dazzling smile that would absolutely make any fansite’s career

“oh? who is this, a friend of yours?” tenma tried not to sigh so loud when you couldn’t help yourself and burst into a long rant about how amazing jun was. tenma waited until you reached your midpoint and stopped you with a quick nudge, trying not to scream (could jun stop being so... perfect? could you stop being so cute?!)

when tenma introduced you, he stood a little closer as he tried to maintain his jealousy. “they’re my date, by the way.” no one had asked, but tenma was clearly telling anyone who was around you two had gone together

jun’s eyes lit up in recognition as he let out a noise of surprise. “ah~ so this is who you—”

tenma didn’t regret losing his giant popcorn so fast to a co-star who could only be silenced with food. his wallet could afford another one, anyways. his pride on the other hand? could not let you know his acting secret already

“what was jun going to say?” you asked after you two departed for the viewing room. tenma nonchalantly pretended like everything was okay as he guided you to front row

“probably something about the fact you’re the one who always interrupts our scenes.”

“hey! my texts make your day, don’t lie!”

“go sit down and eat already, jeez.”

when it began, your eyes couldn’t leave the screen. it was better than you could have imagined. everything was perfect, it exceeded the standards of even the toughest fans out there. you loved every second of it... except...

tenma was too good at being chan. even with his bright hair, the dark clothes he wore made him appear intimidating, with his sharp eyes and even sharper smirk. chan’s appearance was tough, rough, and mean, everything tenma wasn’t

yet, you still couldn’t help but feel your heart sink when chan was clearly in love with yuri. yuri was one of your favorite characters by far, but she ended up bothering you for the entireity of the episode

especially every time she shared a scene (which were many times) with chan. chan was revealed to be a bad boy with a heart of gold, all with a special soft side for yuri

what was this feeling? were you... no, you couldn’t be! after all, you had never seen tenma that way before, right? yet, every time chan made an exception for yuri, you felt sick to your stomach

was it possible that tenma liked the actress who played yuri? you snuck a glance at tenma, only to see he was looking at you already (he’d never admit it, but he was watching your reactions to see if he made you proud. yet, every time you saw him, you subconsciously frowned)

were you not proud of him? did you not like his performance as chan?

before tenma could ask you, the scene changed into one of chan’s. he was standing outside in the school uniform, his head ducked as he swiped through yuri’s social media. before he could look up, yuri jumped in front of him with a teasing smile

“roar!” she called out, referring to their inside joke earlier in the episode. yuri cutely bounced back with another roar, holding her hands up like paws. chan watched, his typical rock-hard expression breaking to reveal his developing feelings for yuri

later on, chan stopped yuri in the hallway, other students watching as the school’s bad boy and goddess interact

“do that again.” chan demanded to which yuri innocently tilted her head, confused like a little puppy. “do what?” “that... that thing.” when chan roared, tenma sunk into his seat with an embarrassed defense and explanation ready. but, when he looked, you finally cracked a laugh at his little roar

your smile only fell when yuri roared again as a joke, but chan smiled for once. tenma wondered why... he thought you would be so happy to be here with him. maybe, he’d never be better than jun...

when the episode ended, it took a moment before you stood up and clapped. tenma followed along, but all he could think about was how he let you down. not only as chan, but as your boy, too

when you two left the room, you two hung back to watch as everyone congratulated one another on the success of the production. in the midst of the cheer and celebration, tenma felt small as he watched your blank expression

what did he do wrong? he put his best efforts into every scene; he might even say it was his best work yet. before he could apologize, you did the unthinkable: you roared

you jumped up into his face, holding your hands up like yuri did. when yuri did it, tenma didn’t feel a thing. but, when you did, tenma felt it. the butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he stared at you, frozen in place

“this is the part where you ask me to do it again.” you shyly trailed off, about to put your hands down before tenma weakly put his hands up, knowing he was about to regret his next move (if the embarrassment didn’t kill him, he didn’t know what would)

“roar!”

that was too loud, wasn’t it? the room suddenly went a lot more quiet as they turned their attention towards a teen actor roaring at his date

“yah! why didn’t you ask me the next line?”

“b-because... i know i like you even without you doing, that, again.”

you paused, taken back by his honesty. as tenma contemplated just falling onto the floor right then and there, you suddenly hardened your expression, standing up straighter with your arms crossed

“do that again.”

“do what?”

“that thing.”

when tenma roared again, much quieter this time, you nodded as you finally smiled genuinely for the first time ever since that episode started

“good, i know how chan feels now. i like you, too.”

“does that mean i’m your favorite actor now?”

(when jun released a video of tenma roaring online, he captioned it with “ROAR = ILY!!!” tenma realized maybe he wasn’t all that bad, but still)

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toukenramblings · 3 years

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NSFW Headcanons: Izuminokami Kanesada, Horikawa Kunihiro,Nagsone Kotetsu

Give me an instance to talk about the Sin-sengumi, I will take it. The Sin-sengumi shall soon become gospel, just y’all wait. It’s catching on. I also don’t give Naga enough love so here I am.

Warnings: S I N. I’m projecting

Izuminokami Kanesada

I would like to clear this up before we continue, this man is a brat and he knows it. Bottom, top, Izumin don’t care. He can and will tease you however the hell he wants. Maybe he’ll hide something under his clothing for you, but it’s easy to tell with his red face and overly trying to make you look at him and notice him, damn it! Look at what he did for you! Be proud of him! Get horny for him!

He is a horny lil shit when he is in the mood and you can tell, he’ll want to always be close to you, hugging you to his form, glaring at others, kisses pressed to your open skin, if he’s feeling naughty, sucking on your fingers. Sure in public he’ll control himself (MAYBE) but wait until you two are alone.

Izumi gets off on praise and that is a fACT. Call him a good boy as he plows into you or services you with his mouth, his moans during these times will be oh so heavenly, vibrations jolting up and down your spine as he does so. Tug on his hair during sex too, it gets him going.

Izumi is loud, gag him, gag him for me. He’ll look so pretty when he’s gagged, trust me. Do it with your underpants if you must, he’ll look so beautiful, flushed and screaming into the object, desperate for you to touch him.

Yes he gets off to your scent, don’t be surprised if you find him touching himself with an article of clothing against his nose when he misses you, hand furiously stroking himself, wishing that it was your hand or your mouth instead.

Izumi is a bottom-leaning switch, he wants to be taken cared of but that doesn’t mean he won’t hesitate to top you anytime soon. Push his buttons enough and he will. He’ll mark you, mark him in return. He’ll flush as he tries to hide the love bites you give him. But is more than proud when he can see the bites he has given you.

The times when Izumi tops are...whoo baby. He’ll spill nothing but filthy praise from his lips about how your mouth feels on him, how good his cock feels whenever you do something to him. He’s highkey possessive as hell, so catch him calling you ‘mine’. “This is mine, right, master? You know I’m the only one that can make you feel good like this~”

Izumi is fucking greedy as hell whenever you decide to wear something underneath your clothing for him. A glimpse of it and he has a heart attack, Izumi.exe cannot work. Please come back later. He might straight up run away before coming back two seconds later to try and drag you into a secluded corner of the citadel to rip those damn clothes off of you and how dare you wear such a thing that’s only for his eyes.

Yes he isn’t afraid to publicly tease you or being caught having sex. Sure he’ll scream and be super duper embarrassed about it for a while but he’ll be fiiiine. It’s not gonna stop him from dragging you into your office and closing the door and curtains to fuck you on top of your desk anyway.

Izumi has a pretty decent sex drive, which tends to come and go but he’s honestly always ready to fuck you at any given point. Just give him a good reason to. He’ll flush and be flustered, stutter over his words and may downright pass the fuck out but he won’t hesitate to tease you right back with some naughty words.

Izumi loves it when you are on top of him, taking your pleasure from him as you see fit - he also secretly loves it when he’s being tied down when you do this. He loves seeing your face as it contorts in pleasure, and his mouth having an easy reach to your chest and nipples.

Damn it put his mouth to WORK. Shut him up with your nether regions, make him service you. Izumi adores being between your legs and watching every movement, every gasp and moan you make. He wants to drink up your moans like water if he could.

There are times when Izumi denies how horny he is, especially when you can see it in his body language, the way his oceanic blues ghost over your skin, how he bites down on his lower lip when his eyes glaze over your chest and ass - keep pushing his buttons, if he’s in denial that normally means he wants to be topped. He’s also very very much into overstim.

Loves it when you are wearing nothing but his haori, you cannot tell how many times you two fucked on top of that thing to the point it permanently has your scent on it.

Aftercare is rather quick. Clean you up to the bare minimum than pass the fuck out and cuddle. He has to cuddle you! No arguments here!

Horikawa Kunihiro

Hori Hori may have a pretty low sex drive, but he is a little shit about it when he wants to. You can tell when he’s in the mood, he isn’t as showy as Kane-san but it’s much more subtle. Soft whispers when you two are alone, his cheeks lightly flushed at the naughty thoughts in his head. “I want to give you my love tonight, master. Will you let me taste you until you cannot remember anything else but me?”

Hori doesn’t pleasure himself often whenever he misses you, as said before, pretty low sex drive. That doesn’t mean he won’t do such a thing though, it’s quick and seamless, almost preparing himself for the night to come. Of course he knows to control himself but sometimes he can’t help it!

Hori’s favorite position is him between your legs, servicing you until you are screaming his name, where he can watch you with hooded eyes, forcing your legs apart for better access. He lives to pleasure you, to see you cum at least six times more than he does.

Hori is also a service top, treating you as glass whenever he is on top. Soft kisses to your thighs, peppering kisses to your chest and marking them as his. That being said, he doesn’t mind being on the bottom. He has a habit of covering his mouth whenever you pleasure him in turn though, tIE HIM DOWN. His moans are beautiful, don’t hide them.

Speaking of tying, yes he will use the red ribbon on his uniform to tie your hands together. Don’t you fucking dare hide your screams and moans from him. Hori will not hesitate to gag you if needed, but would rather not. Would have you choke on his fingers if he must. Yes you can suck on his fingers, it’s great as hell and it gets him going.

Will also love it when you wear nothing but his shirt or jacket. It’s also a surefire way to get him in the mood. He’ll flush, clear his throat, and almost try to adjust it to look more proper on you. “Did you miss me that much, love?” he would question before kissing you.

And then we get to marking. Hori is very easy to mark, his skin bruises pretty easily and he won’t hesitate to show off his marks with a sense of shy pride. He loves marking you up though! It brings him a sense of pride whenever you two are in public and he sees that you are also showing off the marks he gave you.

Oh Hori is very curious about toys, will dedicate an entire day of learning about the kinks and toys of the modern era. Consent is very important for him of course so he will always ask before doing anything naughty to you, unless you like the spontaneous stuff then he can do that! He caters his needs around yours as he is so giving after all.

Rarely does Horikawa get jelly at all, he trusts you! But he won’t lie that it makes his skin crawl when someone looks at you with interest in their eyes. Even Kane-san is not safe from Hori’s glares. Expect him to mark you up even more after this incident.

Hori is very versatile. Top? Bottom? Whatever! He’ll be oh so happy just to be connected with you like this! He doesn’t care what position he’s in as long as he can be with you!

Horikawa always wants to see your face whenever you two are fucking. So if you two are doing doggy style, expect some mirror sex with some dirty talk thrown in there. He loves seeing your expressions as you two fuck.

If Horikawa is ever bottoming for you, it’s beautiful. He becomes so needy, praising you no matter what positions you two are in, begging for more. He’ll always be touching you somehow, and giving up control is something he isn’t against. He’ll tug on your hair during these times, arching his back, so on and so forth.

100% is that one dude who wakes up their partner with oral sex, change my mind. It’s gentle and sweet, fingers toying with your nether regions and a smirk dancing on his lips. And then he’ll pull away, is a weeee bit into orgasm denial until one of y’all is a sobbing mess - prefers it if you orgasm deny him though. But is more so into overstim, he loves you so much after all! You need to be fucked properly!

Yes Hori will 100% steal your bank account to find you something cute to wear under your clothing. Will love it when you model for him too! Has an entire collection of tabs saved of things for you to wear.

Super prepared for aftercare. Sheets? Changed. Water? Ready! Cuddles? Mandatory.

Nagasone Kotetsu

His nipples and chest are his biggest weak points, tweak them, nip them, suck on them. Oh man Naga-san will be putty in your hands. He just has really nice man tits i want to suck on them. But Nagasone will do the same to you! He will lavish your upper body with nothing but marks and kisses, adoring the way you squirm in his arms. During sex, Nagasone’s mouth has to be on something. Be it sucking on your fingers, a gag, or something or other man. It’s good as hell.

He has more control over his sex drive than Izuminokami but his sex drive is a lil bit more higher than Horikawa’s. Right in the middle. He knows he can keep control of himself but then there’s moments when he goes feral, pinning you down to whatever surface you have, teeth digging into your skin, giving you all of the love he can ever give you and more. Nagasone loves you, he wants to show it to the world.

There is a sly smirk whenever someone notices the love bites he has, or he has given you. He may have a light pink flush that decorates his cheeks when someone teases him about it, but he is proud of the marks he bears whenever you mark him. Won’t hesitate to show them off to the world if he must. Hachisuka might tell him to cut it out but is that going to stop him? No.

Like Horikawa, Nagasone is a service top and gives more than he gets back. He may be a fake but Nagasone thinks that you are his sun, his stars, his moon, the one who loves him despite who the hell he is. He wants to show you how much you mean to him, so most of the time the sexy times between y’all is soft as shit. He worships your body oh so much.

Do the same to him! Like I said, his chest is his weakest point. Mark it up, lavish him with praise and affection. Nagasone will act like it doesn’t do anything to him, but the way his cock twitches with your words speaks volumes. “Don’t say such things, love, you never know what I could do to you next.” though Nagasone always makes sure to return the favor!

Nagasone is so into body worship it’s not even funny. He could spend the rest of his day in the temple that is your body, between your legs, marking your thighs up and just basking in your presence. He also loves it when you wear something of his. It smells like him and it’s warm and cozy but man does it get him going.

Like Horikawa, Nagasone will be rather curious about toys and lingerie. Yes he may have tabs open on your computer on things for you to wear, but it’s all leather and lace. A few toys here and there, he doesn’t go fully into it like he will but he will happily learn more to pleasure you and please you!

Wear something under your clothing and flash it to him. I dare you. He will not hesitate to drag you away to somewhere private and make you fucking sob. “Wearing something like that? I didn’t think you would find out I liked that kind of thing, master. Mind if you take it off for me?” and then its ripped, whoops.

Nagasone loves your hands and how they deal with the rest of the swords. Loves kissing your fingertips and finger pads, sucking on your damn fingers and smirking as your eyes glaze over with lust.

Oh dude praise dOES something to Nagasone. He loves it when you praise him for doing such a good job when he’s servicing you, tug on his hair. He loves it when you’re rough with him.

If you ask him to be rough with you, you’re not walking for a week. He’ll make sure that you are fucked properly, overstimmed to the point you might just pass out from the pleasure. Pinned down to whatever surface he deems right, kissed until your lips are swollen and sore. Oh Nagasone will not be holding back. He will drag his nails down your back when you cling on to him, your body will be covered in nothing but his bites and marks now.

Is not into choking. I’m gonna put that out there right now. But kinda into collars?

Loves it when you sit in his lap and he’s ramming into you from below. He loves seeing your face when you get worked up like this! He always wants to see your face when you two are fucking, and also sucking on his fingers as he sings nothing but praises about how good you feel. Will also love to sit on your lap whenever he is taking you.

Nagasone will not deny that he has thought about fucking you under a table, your desk most likely. He’s a sneaky little shit and smirks as his fingers find your sex, toying with it until you want to snap. He’ll hate you forever if you do the same to him, expect him to slam you against a wall in frustration and roughly take you right then and there.

After care is simple. Swiftly clean and then pass the fuck out. Nagasone is a fucking furnace of a big dude so you’ll always be warm around him. Maybe he’ll joke that he wants a second round? Who knows, fufu.

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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Stay Strong, Alex (Part 2)

Part 1

Part 3

The next day, (Y/n) runs into CatCo to find Kara.

"Kara. Hi," (Y/n) says, walking up to Kara.

"(Y/n)," Kara says in a monotone voice. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I was just looking for Alex. I was wondering if she checked in with you?"

"Didn't you crash at her place last night?" Kara asks and (Y/n) turns to meet Kara's emerald gaze.

"She said she was going to catch up with you but she never came back," (Y/n) replies, her eyes glimmering with worry. "What, did she not stay with you?"

"She never caught up with me," Kara says. "Maybe she went to the DEO."

"Kara, Winn said she didn't check in last night or report this morning," (Y/n) tells her girlfriend's sister.

"Huh . . ." Kara says softly and then her phone rings. "Ah. Mystery solved."

(Y/n) lets out a sigh of relief as Kara answers her phone, but her fear spikes again when Kara's eyes widen with horror.

Kara's phone dings and (Y/n) steps forward to look at the screen and sees a picture of an unconscious Alex lying on the floor.

. . .

Alex lifts her head off the floor, dazed, her head pounding.

She gets to her feet, swaying uncertainly.

Alex glances up at the camera and her gaze flickers in and out.

"Hello," she calls and electricity buzzes all around her.

Alex breathes heavily and presses her hands the glass, trying to peer through the darkness.

"Hello," she calls again, stepping back into the middle of the stone cage.

Alex pounds against the glass and then looks back up to the camera. "I knew I recognized you from the elevator," she says, looking a little scared. "I know who you are. The people that I work with, they will find me."

Alex's heart aches when she thinks of (Y/n) - who was probably worried sick about her - and Kara, her beloved sister - who she had looked after for so long.

"And when they do, you will be in a world of hurt," Alex says, her tone growing more and more furious. "So, I am giving you one chance. Free me, now," the silence is starting to spook Alex a little. "When I get out of here, I will end you!" she yells finally.

She slams her hands against the glass again, trying to find a way out of her prison.

. . .

Back at the DEO, there is a meeting going on, trying to find the person who took Alex.

"The person on the call who says they kidnapped Alex, what exactly did they say on the call?" J'oon asks.

"He said he would kill Alex if I didn't break Peter Thompson out of Albatross Bay," Kara says and (Y/n) looks down at the table she was sitting at, her eyes wide with shock and fear. "He said he knows Kara Danvers is Supergirl. He's targeting Alex because she's my sister."

"This might be stating the obvious here, but why don't we just spring Peter Thompson and bring Alex home?" Mon-El asks.

"The DEO does not negotiate with terrorists," J'oon tells the Daxomite.

"But this is Alex," Mon-El argues.

"If we do this once, we'll open the floodgates. Every bad guy will know Supergirl can be controlled."

"And even if we do what he wants," (Y/n) says softly. This was the first time she had spoke since she learned of Alex's disappearance. "It doesn't guarantee he'll release her. She's his insurance."

"All right, people, let's get to work!" J'oon says.

The meeting disperses and J'oon walks over to Winn. "Winn, any luck with Alex's subdermal tracker?

"No, it's been offline since 10:00 last night," Winn replies. "Whoever took her must have found some way to power it down."

Mon-El rests his hand on Kara's elbow as the Kryptonian begins to look more fearful.

"Where are we triangulating the signal from the phone calls?" J'oon asks.

As soon a Winn speaks, (Y/n) runs her hands through her disheveled hair and after a moment, rests her head in her hands, "We're nowhere. The caller used four different arrays to scramble the signal. You guys, listen," Winn continues, looking back at Alex's girlfriend and sister, "we gotta move."

"All right, let's start with what we do know," J'oon says, returning to the table. "If this guy knows your Supergirl, we use that to our advantage."

"That's gotta be a short list," Mon-El says quickly, turning to Kara. "Who knows your secret?"

"Jeremiah, Eliza, Clark, the DEO . . ." Kara pauses, as though thinking, " . . . Lillian Luthor."

"Does Peter Thompson have ties with CADUMS?" (Y/n) asks Winn.

"No, I already checked. There's nothing," Winn answers.

"Then you're asking the wrong question," (Y/n) says, her cop brain running on steroids at this point. "We don't know where Alex was taken, so we need to find out what Peter Thompson's connection with our kidnapper is."

. . .

(Y/n), Kara and J'oon walk into the prison.

"Mr. Thompson," J'oon flashes his FBI badge. "Hank Henshaw, FBI. This is Detective (L/n) from NCPD, and Ms. Danvers from CatCo Magazine."

"The feds, a pig, and a journo," Thompson says, looking between the three. "To what do I owe this confusing pleasure?" he asks.

(Y/n) - in cop mode now - throws a manilla folder on the table between Thompson and J'oon. "Your jacket's a thrilling read. Three home invasions, two DUIs, two counts of felony murder."

"You all didn't come down here just to flatter me, did you?" Thompson asks, meeting (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes. (Y/n) takes a breath, "This morning, we got a call from an anonymous source, asking that you be released from prison."

"Someone wants me out of jail?" Thompson laughs. "Not used to that. People usually want to keep me behind bars."

"A life sentence can't be all that easy," J'oon says, "being in here all by yourself. You ever keep in contact with anyone on the outside?" he questions.

"Just last week," Thompson replies, "Mr. JC Penney sent me a letter. He said there was a sale on galoshes." Kara's eyes burn and she steps forward as Thompson continues. "It's just that I don't have anywhere to wear them."

Kara slams her fist onto the metal table, startling (Y/n) a little. "Enough!" she orders. "My sister's been kidnapped, and her life is on the line until we find out who wants you out of prison."

"Ms. Danvers . . ." J'oon says warningly.

"So save us the sarcasm! Who is it? Who has her?"

"Calm down," (Y/n) says, her voice equally as warning as J'oon's and she places a hand on Kara's arm.

"Who has my sister?" Kara yells, ignoring (Y/n) and J'oon.

"I don't know," Thompson says, meeting Kara's furious gaze.

"You're lying," Kara says angrily, her eyes narrowing.

"He's not," J'oon says. "We're done here."

The officer pulls Thompson to his feet and leads the fugitive out of the interrogation room.

"Why'd you let him go?" Kara asks J'oon.

"Because I read his mind," the Martian answers. "He's telling the truth." J'oon gets up from the table.

"Losing control is not gonna help us find Alex faster," (Y/n) tells the superhero. "It's only going to get her killed."

Kara stares at (Y/n) for a moment, and then her phone rings. "Winn," she says, sounding almost defeated.

. . .

Kara lands outside a house and busts down the door.

"Alex! Alex!" she yells as she runs through the house.

Sticking her head in one of the rooms, Kara sees a set of computer screens with Alex projected on them.

"Alex. Alex!" Kara says softly, walking up the screens. "Alex!"

"She can't hear you, Kara," comes a voice and Kara turns around to see a blonde man standing in the doorway.

"Rick?" Kara asks in disbelief.

"Jeez, I haven't seen you since graduation," is Rick's reply. "You look great."

Kara's eyes blaze and she grabs Rick, lifting him off the ground. "Where's my sister?" she demands.

"You break my father out of prison yet?" Rick asks, his teeth clenched.

"You know I can't do that," Kara murmurs.

"Can't or won't?" Rick questions.

Kara throws Rick back into a wall with a grunt.

"Tell me where she is," Kara growls.

That's not how this works," Rick answers. "Now, why don't you try and play nice, Kara?" he asks. "You were always the nice one."

Kara sighs, a hardened look on her face.

"Just let me talk to her," Kara breathes, looking over her shoulder at her sister on the monitors.

"Well, if that gets you to play ball, then I'm happy to help," Rick says, sliding around Kara to type on the keyboard.

The monitor chimes.

"Alex!" Kara croaks. "Alex!"

"Kara, is that you?" Alex calls. "Rick Malverne from Midvale, he kidnapped me!" Alex places her hand on the glass, facing the camera.

"I know," Kara replies. "I'm with him right now. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"My tracker. Can you use my tracker?" Alex asks, and Kara can hear the frantic tone of her sister's voice.

"It's not working. We don't know -" Rick cuts Kara off.

"Okay, that's enough of a reunion, I think," Rick says.

"No, wait," Kara says.

Rick sighs, "It's simple. She's told you she's okay. And now we trade my father for Alex."

"Your father is a murderer," Kara retorts.

"Manslaughter-er," Rick corrects.

"Tell me where she is," Kara demands again.

"Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

Kara's eyes burn red from her building heat-vision and Rick leans closer, "oh, wow, it's even cooler up close. You hurt me, you'll never find her. And she'll die. Slowly."

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