#also v soft 💗✨

[needyxpuppy]

just took the hottest shower, did my skin care, smoked a joint and put a facemask on😌

now i need someone to come cuddle and play with my hair while we watch wall-e please🥺

[hyuneskkami]

h.h ✦ so good ! ༄.°

𝒽wang hyunjin x f!reader

masterlist . . . ✰

𓆩♡𓆪 𝒶n : ayyy dominoooo merry christmas (it’s literally exactly 12:00am here) 😋 this fic is not even christmas-related, but it is hyunjin-related and that’s the only excuse I need to post it ☝️ this is the longest fic i’ve ever written (oneshot), so I hope it’s not too dragged out </3 I wanted to split it into 2 parts but decided against it. 👺 anyway!! this is me spreading cute and comfy!hyunjin as well as crop top!hyunjin agenda (esp after that solo mv?! babygirlism is OFF the charts w that fit ✨). well! merry christmas again! may your christmas be filled with streaming the solo mvs and christmas evel <3 this fic is dedicated to mori ( @serendipitous-girl )’s friend (if youre seeing this, HIIII!!) ❇️ enjoy~~ 💗🥟 (:

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌arnings + tags : fem!reader , trainee!dancer!reader , idol!hyunjin , reader is 18 and hyunjin is 19 years old , ot8 mentioned , reader has (playful) beef w chan , one remark about reader thinking she’s heavy (if you think that way too, js know that i love you and i’d work out enough to bench press your weight ok) , crop top!hyunjin agenda , hyunjin is a CUTIE PATOOTIEEE , cheeky gentleman!hyunjin , also the last icon on the top is reader’s outfit described at the start of the fic / you can find reader’s stage outfit in the reblogs of this post >.< ;

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌c : 3.8k

I was getting ready in a short top, cargo pants and v-strings, first thing in the morning today. 

I was packing my stage outfit in my bag when my uncle called me. I switched the call to speaker mode, and continued packing.

“is my little star almost done packing?” he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice. 

“yup! i’ll be at the venue in 20 minutes,” I said.

“great, i’ll see you there.” he hung up. 

I resumed my stray kids playlist, and the muscle memory to the choreography of the songs kept kicking in as I tried to finish packing. their new comeback album, HOP, was way too addictive to listen to.

I ended up being 10 minutes late—with my shoelaces barely tied—to the venue because I got too invested in my one-woman-concert.

as soon as I got down the car, it was surprising not having any cameras flashing in my face.

my uncle was hosting a premiere for the newest k-drama he had directed. he was quite the talk of town, with multiple blockbuster dramas credited to his name. 

he normally loved all the attention from the world. though, this time, the paparazzi was not allowed to the event since it was his last premiere before retirement. 

in lieu of the special circumstances, he declared the event a no-paparazzi only-vip one. and I was the most excited, which was an understatement, because the loves of my life were going to be there: stray kids.

well, it would be a little bit of an exaggeration to call them that, but they were my ult group, and they were all going to be there today.

during production, my uncle had asked me who I thought would be fit to be responsible for the soundtrack of his last drama ever, and I suggested stray kids to him, half as a joke. he ended up taking my suggestion, and so, as the music directors, stray kids were invited today as well.

the venue was an outdoor stadium, set for a proper viewing and many performances on the huge stage in the centre. 

lots of staircases and escalators went up and down the rows of seats and soft couches sat at the bottom, closest to the stage. 

I checked my seat number and found that it was in one of the first rows of couches near the stage. I made my way towards it and fell comfortably on the seat.

the stadium wasn’t completely filled yet, but it was already buzzing with gossips and such. I could spot a few friends of my uncle, who were all directors or producers, as well as the stars of the drama. I left my bag in my seat, and got up to greet the lead actors. they were a few years older than me, and had perfect chemistry with each other, even off-screen.

after chatting for a while, something else caught my attention in my peripheral vision.

well, more like someone else.

the members of stray kids had gotten out of their vehicle, each one of them looking as handsome as the rest.

my eyes strayed to chan and hyunjin in the corner of their group.

I met chan’s eyes, and bowed a little bit. he smiled back at me.

I tried to catch jeongin’s eye on the other side, but failed, because he was yapping to lee know about something quite excitedly.  

hyunjin was wearing a black tank top and a leather biker jacket, paired with dark cargo jeans and boots. the jewellery on him was absolutely perfect for his outfit and him, and his hair was styled beautifully. I knew stray kids had a performance sometime today, so he must have been carrying his stage outfit with him, just like I was. our eyes met for a second, and I let out a little gasp. he tried to smack away han, who was saying something loudly in his ear with a huge grin on his face. I turned around to continue talking with the other cast members who had gathered. 

after a while, everyone was asked to settle down in their seats, as the entertainment performances were about to begin. I made my way back to my seat, happy to see my bag still there. 

as I flopped down onto the fluffy couch, a taller figure towered over me. their shadow fell across my face. I opened my eyes to be met with hyunjin’s face.

“hi! i’ve got the seat beside you,” he smiled down at me. I stared at him in shock for a second, even though I had seen him countless times before, but just from a little farther away.

“right. yes- sorry, hi!” I stood up suddenly, bowing my head a little, and extending my hand. he shook it with a firm grip, and we both sat down.

a few performances went by, and the crowd started to chat again.

“I feel like I know you from somewhere… have we met before, by any chance?” he asked, turning towards me. our knees were touching a little bit now. 

“i’m actually a trainee, at jype,” I said, smiling a little.

his eyes lit up with recognition. “oh wait, y/n? your group practices in the room beside ours, doesn’t it?”

“yes, actually. how do you remember that?” I asked, a little shocked by the fact that he knew of my existence, and my name as well. 

“ah, I remember seeing you talking to chan, when you guys grabbed some ice cream from the vending machine in the first floor,” he recounted. “chan was telling me all about your group, after that. especially about you, actually.” I blushed a little bit, at the thought of chan remembering me enough to mention my members and me to hyunjin.

“what did he say? nothing bad, I hope,” I laughed. 

“well, that’s a secret,” hyunjin said, covering his mouth as if to shush himself. I groaned. 

“he better not have said anything stupid, then.”

hyunjin chuckled and continued. “he also told me about how he was your babysitter for a while, when you were younger?”

“oh, he was an absolute bully! he was barely 3 years older than me, but he acted like he was a 30-year old who knew everything. pompous ass.” I muttered the last part under my breath. 

hyunjin snickered. “sounds like chan, honestly. felix talks about him just like you do. I think lixie and you would get along well, then.” I laughed under my breath, exhilarated at the thought of even an opportunity to meet the other members. 

we continued talking for a while, when it was announced that the fire show would be starting. delighted, I whipped out my handcam to record it. it always sounded like a fun thing to watch, but i’d never been to any fire shows before. 

the entire show was amazing, but my arms were starting to get sore from holding up the camera for so long. hyunjin peaked at me, and stole the camera from my hands, holding it up, pointed towards the stage. 

“relax, i’ll hold it for you,” he whispered. my heart fluttered at the proximity between his lips and my ear. thinking nothing of the shiver sent down my spine, I left my handcam in hyunjin’s care, enjoying the show. 

there were lots of other entertainment segments, considering the event was supposed to last almost an entire day. there were lots of breaks in between for food, as well. 

at one point, I had fallen asleep on the soft couch. I kept moving around to get comfortable. the lights from the acts on stage were too bright, so I turned my body and head to the side, away from the lights. I threw my hand around something stable, and fell deeper into slumber. 

when I woke up from my quick power nap, I felt something against my palm. I opened my eyes to find my hand over hyunjin’s torso. he was leaning back, legs spread apart, body slowly vibing to the show on stage.

at my movement, he turned around slowly, looking at me. 

“got your beauty sleep, princess?” he asked, smirking a little. beneath my hand, that still rested over some part of his chest, I could feel his heart practically beating out of his body.

“dude, are you okay?” I asked, sitting up, ignoring his question. I moved a bit to place my hand flat against his chest. he had taken off his jacket, and was now in just a tank top. “your heart’s beating so fast. do you need to get away from the lights or something?”

“oh, no, i’m fine,” he mumbled, turning away a little bit. 

“you sure?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

even though we’d officially only met today, I felt comfortable around him. comfortable enough to talk to him, like i’d speak to any friend… which made sense, because we were sort of the same age. 

“yes, yes, mother,” he rolled his eyes at me. I gave him a side-eye, and we turned back around to watch the next set of performances. 

during one of the breaks, my phone rang with an incoming call from my aunt.

“y/n-ah, can you make it to the seventeenth floor fast? your cousin is so clumsy, she spilt juice all over herself and I need some help with her,” she said. I could hear the desperation in her voice through the phone, so I agreed.

“yeah, imo, i’ll be there. I think I have your seat number too, so don’t worry about it.”

as I stood up, hyunjin pulled me down immediately. “where are you going?” he whispered.

“my aunt needs some help with her daughter. she’s just three years old, and cute as hell of course, but she’s quite a handful. i’ll be right back, though,” I told him.

“i’ll come with you, then,” he said, getting up. I was surprised for a second, but nodded anyway.

I stood up and was about to close my ‘phone’ app, but paused at the screen. did I give him my phone along with my handcam, at some point? i’d forgotten about it, if I had. 

hyunjin had saved his contact number under the name ’hyune 🥟’.

“i’m curious, do you give out your number to every girl you meet?” I asked, joking, as we began making our way up the stairs. 

he turned back to me and then turned forward again, “nope. just the pretty ones.”

my heart fluttered at his dialogue, but I quickly regained my composure. “hyune, that’s so cheesy, oh my god.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“whatever,” he laughed. “don’t I get your number too? just so we don’t lose each other in the crowd.”

I was shocked, yet again, at the thought of the hwang hyunjin asking for my number, no matter what the reason.

he passed his phone to me, and we fell in step beside each other. I entered my number in, and saved it as ‘n/n 🌊’, before handing it back to him.

we made it to the seventeenth floor soon, both of us half-dancing to the music playing and talking to each other. when we reached my aunt’s row, though, she wasn’t there.

I asked the people nearby if they had seen a woman with a child in their row, and they said that she had left just a minute ago, with some staff members. 

I thanked them, and hyunjin and I decided to make our way back to our seats.

before we could start going down through the stairs, a security guard stopped us both.

“who are you two? don’t you know it’s the vip section down there?” he asked, gruffly.

“…i’m hyunjin? from stray kids?” hyunjin replied to him, as sassy as ever, and turned towards me to roll his eyes in mock-offence. 

“okay, well, what about you, miss?” he asked me. I had forgotten my tickets in my bag, which was still on my seat. 

I made eye contact with hyunjin, and he somehow seemed to understand that I didn’t have any other proof.

“i’m… uh… with him,” I replied, unsure. 

the guard looked at me suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. 

suddenly, hyunjin yelled, “who’s that running, over there?!” and pointed behind the guard. 

he turned back to see, and in the same second, hyunjin wrapped his fingers around my wrist, as we took off running down the stairs. 

we were sprinting down rows of stairs, laughing, almost breathless, but we could still hear the guard running behind us. 

“wait, wait,” I pulled hyunjin’s shirt from the back. “i’m going to trip, my laces are untied.” I breathed out. 

he shook his head, and picked me up bridal-style. “just tie your shoelace like this, he’ll catch us easily, otherwise!” he rolled his eyes, as if it was an obvious thing to do. 

by the time we were running down the next few sets of stairs, I had finished tying my laces, and we had also successfully lost the security guard. hopefully, he didn’t think of us as a threat too big to report to his boss, or whatever. 

hyunjin was still carrying me, as we were still walking down. 

“are you sure you don’t want to put me down now?” I asked, hesitating a little bit. “I am pretty heavy, I suppose, so-”

“of course you’re not,” he smiled softly at me.

the sun was just setting and the sky was a canvas of orange, pink, and purple. all the hues were reflected on hyunjin’s face, making him appear like an illuminated angel.

“hey…” I started. “would you mind if I recorded a video of the sunset, and… this?” I gestured between him and me. “I guess this is probably one of my favourite memories till date, and I… yeah. I want something to remember today by.” I let out a breath, wondering if i’d crossed the line by asking him if I could record him carrying me. it does sound like an awkward, weird and creepy request.

to my surprise, he nodded. “yes! you have to send it to me too, because I could say pretty much the same thing.” he grinned down at me. 

I smiled happily, and took out my phone. I took a few pictures of the sunset first. then, I flipped to the back camera, zoomed out to 0.5x, and extended my hand. I clicked on the ‘record’ button, recording hyunjin, and the light falling on his face. he smiled at the camera once, and then started making funny faces. I slapped his chest lightly, and we started laughing.

(much later, when i’d rewatched these videos, I noticed hyunjin looking at me with his eyes filled to the brim with love. just smiling at me throughout most of the video.)

we started talking to the camera like a vlog, and I flipped it after a while to show the sunset. it was absolutely ethereal, of course. 

we had almost reached the last few sets of stairs, so hyunjin set me down slowly. 

I thanked him quietly, ending the recording. “pretty sure i’m never forgetting this day.” I laughed lightly. 

“nooo, don’t thank me at all. I had so much fun, unexpectedly. it was cute,” he winked.

I turned away suddenly, heat rushing up my neck for the millionth time during the same day. I grumbled a little, and we continued talking to each other on the way back to our couch in the front row. 

I was telling him about my other friends who were STAY, and told him that they’d be very jealous to find out that I had been at such an event and met him.

“i’d love to meet your friends one day, they all do seem like fun people,” he said.

“oh my god!” I exclaimed. “I really hope you do. it’d be so cool.”

my phone dinged suddenly, and I looked down to see a notification alerting me about my upcoming dance performance on the centre stage for the day.

I bid hyunjin goodbye, letting him know that i’d be back after a while, and that I had to leave. 

would he be surprised when he’d see me on the stage? would he like the dance? I kept asking myself millions of questions.

he pouted for a while, but soon let me go, understanding that it was something important. 

I grabbed my bag from my seat, and rushed backstage. 

seeing the staff members waiting for me, I felt a little less nervous. familiar faces always had that effect, didn’t they?

ᯓ★ hyunjin’s pov . . .

I was back at my seat, continuing to watch the performances.

it was nearly 10 in the night already, and the crowd was getting more and more hyped. 

the other members and I were set to go on stage in about an hour for our performance, and we were all relatively ready, except for our outfits and makeup.

the last few performances were the most anticipated ones, usually. this time, I had forgotten to check the schedule to see who else was performing before us tonight. 

the lights dulled, after a song ended. a spotlight shone, and a girl was standing facing the other way. she was wearing a white button-up, a cropped vest, and cargo-jean pants. her belt shone with a row of stars and rhinestones. she truly gave off a ‘stray kids’ vibe, and would probably fit right in with our concept too. her hair reminded me of y/n’s.

the music began, and she turned around at the beat. I realised two things, simultaneously: first, that it was my solo song ‘so good’—the one that we had released just a week ago—that had started playing. and second, the girl on stage was y/n.

my heart burst at the sight of her. she had sunglasses on, and a black tie was loosely draped around her neck. her jewellery went absolutely perfectly with her outfit and vibe. 

I was awe-struck when she started dancing. they were the same steps I had been performing for so many weeks, but when she did them, they looked… ethereal. she did the isolations so well, and her flow was unmatched, much like an ocean wave.

her rings and bracelets glinted in the light continuously. her expressions were a perfect match for my song. she was pulling off the choreography exactly how it was, if not better. 

if I hadn’t already fallen head over heels in love with her, I certainly did now.

she executed the dance break choreography flawlessly. I was almost envious of how good she looked doing my dance. the lighting enhanced how beautiful she looked. an angel descending from heaven, perhaps. 

still in awe, I didn’t notice her performance ending, and the crowd was going wild. apparently, lots of people knew who she was. 

“who is she?” I asked the old couple sitting behind me. 

“oh, the girl who was just on the stage? she’s the director’s niece. an absolute beauty,” the woman replied, smiling fondly. 

“that she is,” I mumbled, and thanked the woman.

I got a notification from felix, saying that chan was looking for me backstage. I quickly made my way there, hoping to catch y/n too.

thanks to my occassional good luck, she was there, resting on a couch in the makeup room. a staff member was hovering around her, cleaning her makeup. the thin layer of sweat on her face was glistening under the light.

“hyunjin!” she called out, sitting up suddenly.

I smiled and walked towards her, gesturing at han—who was nearby—to wait for me.

as soon as y/n stood up, I hugged her. “that was so beautiful,” I muttered into her hair.

she pulled back a little and smiled at me.

“i’m so happy you liked it. I was kind of nervous-”

“y/n?! that was amazing! It literally looked exactly like hyunjin’s dance style!” jeongin said, running towards us. I rolled my eyes at the intrusion, but let it go soon since it was just jeongin.

I paused suddenly. “wait. how do you know her?” I asked him.

“oh, noona got me chocolates on my birthday, and since then we’ve been hanging out a bit,” he said. I turned to y/n, who was nodding in a very ‘as-a-matter-of-fact’ way.

“i’ll leave you two to talk now, but jinnie hyung, the stylists are waiting for you. we need to get ready,” he said while walking away, and I nodded.

“ah, I see how it is,” I teased, narrowing my eyes playfully. “stealing the maknae’s heart before mine, huh?”

she burst out laughing. “you’ve got it all wrong. innie’s just a little brother to me.”

I felt a little relieved at that.

I saw the rest of the group trickle backstage one by one, each offering her their compliments, remembering her from the jype building.

felix hugged her and exclaimed how proud he was of her performance. “no wonder hyunjin’s been texting us about you nonstop today,” he added with a cheeky grin. I shoved him playfully, slightly blushing.

as the chaos died down, the staff called us one last time to prepare for our performance.

I turned to y/n, and asked a bit hesitantly. “will you still be here after the show?”

she nodded, her smile lighting up her face. “of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

I stepped closer, leaning in so only she could hear. “good. I still owe you one for making my heart race like that.” her blush was as beautiful as ever, and it gave me the courage to add, “do you want to grab a coffee, or something, after the event?”

“I’d love that,” she said softly, nodding, her eyes meeting mine with a spark that made my heart race, yet again.

as I walked towards the stage with my members, I couldn’t help but glance back at her. she was watching us, her expression proud and supportive. she threw a thumbs up in the air.

I knew that this day wasn’t just a moment of chance or luck. it was the beginning of something beautiful.

ᯓ★ bonus ending: y/n’s pov . . .

after hyunjin’s performance with his group and my excessively loud cheering and screaming, there were still quite a few performances left.

unbothered, hyunjin and I snuck away from the stadium, and roamed outside, looking for coffee shops close by. it was too late, so the roads were mostly empty.

there were a lot of hands-brushing and staring-at-each-other moments too.

under the city’s twinkling lights, watching korea’s night life with him, I couldn’t help but wonder what galaxy i’d saved in my past life to be lucky enough so as to meet someone like hyunjin today.

kozumesphone © 2024 | don’t repost my works onto other platforms, or edit and post them even on tumblr, without asking me first • don’t steal my works, steal my heart instead • reblogs and comments are more than appreciated !

[thesummerpetrichor]

Ambassadors Wife!reader x Javier Peña fic is in the making and it’s coming into shape. Thank you for all your passion and interest 💪. I thought I’d share the warnings as of now to hold you off till it comes out/ I feel like I can post a snippet 👀.

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Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. Mentions of DEA, reader is the ambassador’s wife[feel free to imagine him as your fav fictional man], age gap [reader is in her mid 20s Javi and hubby are in their 40s], petnames, cigarette smoking, alcohol consumption, infidelity, reader loves her husband, reader calls her hubby daddy, talks of open marriage, guilt, traditional marriage roles [also it is the 70s], reader is a home maker/trad wife [and loves it so fuck off], dom/sub dynamics, soft!dom!Javi, reader is very subby, spitting, sir kink, praise kink, choking, bondage/restraints and spanking [all with belts], F masturbation, mention of toys, fingering, thigh riding, grinding, face fucking, oral [M and F receiving], unprotected P in V [dont do it!!]

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Amakakakaka next week is busy but I hope I can get it out for you soon 👀💗.

[stepswordsen]

【KagePro】 KuroEne Snow Day YCH Commission by Hika 🖤💙🐍🐇

Kuroha (Saeru) and Ene Snow Day YCH Commission by Hika (@/onigiwi2namayo)

Hika's Twitter: (X)

Hika's VGen: (X)

In accordance with Hika's Terms of Service (TOS), editing, using, or reposting these arts, in any way, is prohibited without explicit permission from Hika, and me, the commissioner.

Intro

Ene: I haven't touched snow for a long time, I forgot how cold it could be! (>v<) (*)

(*) = Quote from Feila.

I asked for KuroEne on a Winter Date building a snow bunny together 🐰☃️❄️

I also requested to have an Ene themed bunny snowman with a blue scarf around it 🥰💙

Hika was really nice with minor revision changes. I asked for minor revisions regarding the arrows on his boots, his dot facial markings, and to shift the colour palette more saturated and to use more cool blues for Ene, and more saturated red/purple tones for Kuroha.

I like the visual contrast it creates, with them taking cool and warm tones ^^

I feel so much joy... My skrunklies are so cute! I love seeing them in alt outfits! It's really refreshing~ 💘

I had trouble deciding whether to commission KuroEne or MaryEne for this. Hard decision since they're both cute. So I'll commission MaryEne next time.

Misc Rambles

I'M GONNA SCREAM THEY'RE SO CUTE IN HIKA'S STYLE 🥹🖤💙

WAHHH THEY LOOK SO CUTE 🥺 MY PRECIOUS OTP 🖤 💙

THE COLOURS LOOK PERFECT 💗💞💖

They look like they're having fun 🥰

The colours Hika chose are so good omg… Hika has really good colour coordination. I love her soft colours

Hika's dot lining style is so cute. Works really well for chibis ☺️ Her lining style is so clean. She has such nice colours.

Seeing my beloveds in Hika's style brings me such joy 🫶 💞

I did NOT expect a sketch WIP so soon. I was shocked by the turn around time

My Message

Thank you very much for the lovely commission! My Snow Day commission came out perfect! It's so cute!!! 💙🖤🐍🐰❄️☃️

I love how Hika drew the couple's poses, expressions, and design details. The finished artwork looks so cozy. It makes me so happy! 💗🥰

Hika has an adorable chibi style and great colours.

Hika is very nice and attentive. Very accommodating with the minor revision changes I asked for (detail and colour revisions)

Great communication and makes sure to check in and provide feedback at every stage. Super quick responses and really easy to work with! The delivery was super fast too! 👍

VGen Review

They're so cute in your style! 🥹🖤💙 I love how you did their design details and expressions. Their poses and expressions are adorable! It makes me so happy to see them in your style! I love how the commission turned out! The Snow Day art just looks so cozy ☺️

I love the soft colours you chose! You're really good at harmonizing colours. Thank you for being very accommodating with minor revision changes and incorporating my requests (scarf on the bunny snowman, minor detail and colour revisions) 🙏

Your lining style is so clean and you have such nice colours! You have a great chibi style!

Thank you very much for the lovely commission as always! It came out perfect~ 😭💗🫶✨ Have a nice day!

Commission Rambles

These were the refs I sent.

We were trying to decide between KuroEne and MaryEne at first, so we gathered the MekaDan's winter outfit refs.

Feila suggested to go with the Winter outfits used for the MekaDan chibi keychains by Fujimori (if MaryEne), but to give Kuroha a funny trenchcoat (if KuroEne), cuz he'd look so edgy mysterious that it'd be funny.

I went with KuroEne this time too cuz I really wanted to see them in alt outfits. I can go for winter MaryEne in the future

Since Saeru doesn't have a winter merch outfit, I asked for him to wear a black trench coat (photo ref) with a gray or black scarf, and his regular outfit's headphones, pants, and boots.

Feila imagined winter Kuroha wearing this big trenchcoat. I think it fits him very well 🥰

I always love seeing charas in alt designs (hairstyles and clothing) 🥰 It's nice to see more of their casual clothes. I would love to comm arts of MaryEne's casual outfits (last images). These fits are SOOO cute

Konoha and Saeru's boots have 2 straps with gray squares on them, so I let Hika simplify it based on the Kuroha rubber strap charm that simplifies them to 1 strap instead, due to the tiny feet in the style.

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F: I lowkey want him to be in theme. I wanna imagine Kuroha in one of these. Do we want Ene to just be bunny themed or winter themed?

Me: Saeru and his snakes, go!!! Kuroha with a funny trench coat it is

F: Ene's definitely the playful type while the snakes are both the calm type so Ene would be the one standing. And I imagine her expression would be >v<

Me: Yeah they would definitely be the ones on their knees helping Ene build the snowman all calm and content~

F: Winter Anthology has both KuroEne and MaryEne. We are so back 💥💥💥

Me: KonoEne too cuz Ene's holding a Konoha-themed snowball

F: Snow day HebiEne (because it's either Mary or Kuroha)

Me: Both KuroEne and MaryEne are Snake x Bunny themed (technically cuz Mary is part Medusa), but MaryEne is a much softer version of it

Me: Mary should wear warmer clothes since she's more affected by the cold

I imagine Ene with her android body in my KuroEne AU isn't as affected cuz her body's heating/cooling system was made by Saeru

Saeru could just use Awakening Eyes to rebuild his body so it isn't as affected by the cold (he could make it so that his body retains heat better than the regular human, if he wanted)

Commission Rambles

Me: I sent this form.

Hika sends frequent updates and checks in at every stage (sketch, finished art with lineart + colours) so she wanted to check in with minor colour revisions with me once the lineart + colours were done.

Saeru originally had a monochrome colour palette (without any coloured tint), and I preferred for his palette to be more saturated and to differentiate the colours from each other more so there's more visual contrast.

So I showed Hika what I'd like the colours to be, and let her adjust the colours to her preferences. I sent this as a colour guide (and marked where they should be, cuz otherwise it'd be unclear)

Hika used my colour suggestions, and then adjusted some colours ^^

F: This is so oddly detailed, but I think it's a good enough guideline :D

F: The purple palette you suggested looks amazing. Even if it's a slight change, it looks and feels more like a calming winter breeze, while the original is an ecstatic wintry vibe

F: Could be so perfect for the retro style… Maybe it could be a little piece of photo that was printed out and Ene holds it dearly like her life depends on it

F: You know, it'd be funny if Ene has a cool tone in contrast while Kuroha has a warm tone in contrast. Could be a little symbolism

Me: Reminds me of my KuroEne kiss doodle from before 🤭🖤💙🫶 I made Ene have more cooler tones while I made Kuroha have more warmer tones for visual contrast reasons.

Red is the colour of blood ❤️ It's a good ref to these shots from Outer Science where he smears blood all over his face

[dragon-spaghetti]

I need to know more about Rosé 😭 she is so cute omg.

1. How does she exist? I really want to know about your canon for her.

2. How is Rosé and Violet's relationship and how they met each other with the deal of Violet living in heaven and Rosé being a hellborn/daughter of sinners?

3. How Husk's grandmom took the news about Rosé?

4. What do the rest of the guys think about Rosé?

5. What would happen to Rosé if Angel and Husk were redeemed? Would she leave hell with them?

6. Does Molly get to know about her brother's family?

Sorry if there are many questions, I really love it when people make these kid characters it's so cute and hits my soft spot 💗

IMMA AMSWER TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY IM AJSJEHS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE HER

1) imma be so real I'm leaving this up for interpretation LMAO, do we get mpreg do we get magic who fuckin knows, not me ✨

2) oh they fuckin adore each other 🥹 Violet always wanted to have a little sibling and, for obvious reasons, thought she'd never get to, so Rosé is a welcome addition!! I'm fucking with heaven's rules and saying that violet stays at the hotel on the weekends ✨

3) she was v happy for them both!! She had passed before violet was born, was overjoyed to get to hold her second great grandbaby 💖

4) Charlie begs to babysit, thinks she's adorable lmao 😭 Vaggie is in the 'oh god what do I do' boat but has a soft spot for her!! Alastor generally ignores her, husk starts bristling if he gets too near and as funny as it is to mess with him Al doesn't really have enough interest in an infant to bother. Niffty has been found standing over her crib watching her before; no one is really sure why but she seems to like her. Pentious bawled holding her for the first time, he also loves babysitting but stresses himself out over wtf to do. Cherri thinks she's funny af, doesn't really know what to do with an infant but Rosé is always laughing when she's about so "hey I must be doing something right". Lucifer made her a lil duck toy which she adores and he is so 🥹 about it lmao

5) honest to god I do not have an answer to this 💀 if both were redeemed then yes she'd go with them, but if only one was then I have no clue HA

6) eventually yes!! Not sure how canon will approach her potentially being brought in, but fuck it we ball rn since I've already got husk's family in here lmao; she absolutely adores both Rosé and Violet, and could not be happier for her brother 💖

No worries at all!! I have fun answering them (even though it takes me forever ;^^)

[acefaun]

How are you my lady?

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RFbdubx93R0&list=PLnod0WiSpm8HD1tbup8HkLXVGwyfvDgTg&index=1&pp=iAQB

Are you low on Tolkien requests? Can i send some? 🥺💗

First of all, I cried at work because of that video. 🥺 I'm too soft hearted for Bilbo... 😭 It didn't help that that narrator guy gave me such elven vibes as he read the poem. That made my feelings hit harder.

But other than that, I'm GOOD. Just waiting for Monday, my day off of work, so I can go through my inbox and note down any requests I haven't spotted in my notifications. And also answer asks that I haven't been able to read.

I know I have 3 for Middle Earth right now. One isn't a movie guy so I have to do a bit research on him before I can look at the request... Maedhros is beautiful but that's the base of my research right now. (◕‿◕✿)

But. ✨ Dude. DUDE. D u D e. 😙 I got a request for a Lindir fic last night and I've been giddy about it ever since I read it. 🙏🏻 I might have to disregard all of my wips for this elf. I stayed up all night finding as much Lindir content as I could. (His wiki page is so tiny 🥺) So I've been reading the fanfics I can find about him and he's the sweetest guy. 🥰 Like, he's so off-put by non-elves(ahem~ dwarves) but he's sooooo sweet to his significant other.

And I read this cute fic about shy Lindir trying to get a date with an even more shy elf reader. 🤭 I'm so soft. Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44805520

I knew nothing about him other than that he was a beautiful elf from Rivendell that works with Lord Elrond. And... that's still basically all I really know... But I'm severely crushing on these Middle Earth elves. I would willingly let them step on me. They have my utmost loyalty.

Pretty elf men 😚

And that's where I'm at right now. ✨ But you can always feel free to send a request in and it'll be added to my list. And if I really really really like it, like how I really really really like Lindir, I might do it right away. 🥰

[subtlybrilliant]

Thank you for the tag, Cris my dear!! 💖✨ my aura, according to this, was

Cream

dandelions, marble, bottled coffee, hair ties, banana cream, bedsheets, sketches. your essence is cream: your openness makes you a soft and gentle companion. you beg others to hold you; the most fulfilling life is one with love and praise, safe from traitorous insecurity. apologies come easily to you -- for it is better than change. you are the tenderheart. you are the devout. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of yellow, gold, peach, and honeysuckle, who share your self-doubt. you are also drawn to the resolute blush and beige, who will help you grow and learn to find your own cause. however, you may struggle to get along with the obsessive personalities of rose and sage who demand too much

I am a little late with this, so tagging whomever sees and wants to participate! This was v fun, and putting together the moodboard was v relaxing 💗

tagged by @torgawl to take the what colour is your aura quiz and make a mood board with it. thank you so much for tagging me!!❤️ i really enjoyed this quiz.

brown

wicker baskets, bookstores, wood rings, chocolate bars, suitcases, mochas, teddy bears. your essence is brown: you are a strong-hearted worker afraid to burden others. you are persistent, and thankless; you will be the wielder that your loved ones need and will fight for what they deserve. your tenderness only seeks to belong. you are the martyr. you are the unyielding. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of umber, beige, chiffon, and terracotta, who share your devotion to others. you are also drawn to the bright pink and yellow, who will help you grow and show you how to speak up for your needs. however, you may struggle to get along with the aggressive personalities of purple and red who look after themselves first.

and tagging @crybeybi @stars-of-the-heart @oftheblue @sweeto

[yamikawas]

SO sorry there are weirdos in your inbox bestie yoomtah is going to kill them over and over and then shes going to smooch you and hold your face

- jack

THANK U BESTIE IM OK NOW IM THINKING ABT HER SOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH SO<3<3<3I WANT HER TO KISY ME FOREVER AND MURDER ANYONE ELSE WHO DARES TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN I LOVE HER SO SO SOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH SHE IS EVERYTHING TO ME

[lorebite]

Here’s one for your beautiful writing skills:

Jason and y/n are roommates. Secretly in love. HEAVY sexual attraction. Y/n is a virgin & insecure. ✨🕺🏻

Thank you, bby. 💖

Since I’ve already done two fics that include these topics separately, I thought I'd throw a wild card into the mix as well to avoid repetition. Hope you don’t mind. Also, This took me embarrassingly long to finish, so I'm sorry and thank you so much for being patient, love! 💗

Also #2, this fic very directly takes inspiration from Cops n’ Robbers by Anxious_Red (highly recommend listening to it if you’re into audio erotica and Msubs).

𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅 | 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings: 18+ minors dni. cursing. fem/afab reader. suggestive content (teasing, dirty talk (Jason loves to ramble mid-coitus), use of handcuffs, telekinetic handjob, daddy kink, finger sucking, mentions of masturbation, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (p in v), bowstring position, very slight corruption kink). [roommate] enemies to lovers. superhero au. mentions of reader being inexperienced and insecure. friendly (?) jabs and banters. use of a silly nickname for Jason. sexually charged physical fight. praises and pet names.

Jason sat with his head hung, one hand holding a dripping bag of ice against his disheveled hair. You smiled at him from behind the bar table, mere steps away, as you tended to a customer. His eyes barely rose to meet yours, fingers wringing absentmindedly in his fringe. 

The neon purple lights cast a soft shadow over his face and the bruises spread into his skin. He winced as he shifted on his stool, tongue worming out to wet the caked blood over his torn, chapped lip. 

The bar was almost empty and yet, your ears were full of his pained complaints and fogged memories; one in particular, he kept circling back to. A certain masked vigilante whom he had fought only minutes before he stumbled through the doors of your workplace, completely out of it.

A traitorous smile struggled to split your face open as you walked back to him, tossing a towel over your shoulder before leaning forward with a palm against the edge of the bar table. 

“Hey, man, you’re doing okay over there?” 

You hooked your lip between your teeth, brows rising in a mocking show of concern. 

Jason loosened his fist on the tabletop, drawing your eyes to the aggressive flush of his knuckles and the mark – your marketched in a fresh scar to the back of his hand; a designated “V” carved with two sharp swipes of your dagger. A humiliating reminder of his loss against you. But right now, he was too dazed for the weight of it to truly sink in.

“Yeah… ‘M fine… Need a beer…” He slurred, the words barely comprehensible above the faint chatter in the bar and his own near stupor. His eyes stared vacantly ahead at the liquor shelf behind you, then his finger rose to wave aimlessly in the air. “Some o’ that.”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t need that, Jason. I’m not carrying your deadweight ass back home. And you didn’t tell me what happened to you.” 

It took him an instance to gather his response. He was still clearly under the influence of the chemicals that knocked him out back inside the warehouse. He was being an absolute pain. If you hadn’t looked over your shoulder quickly enough, he would’ve been able to take off your mask. You had no choice. You had to put him down to protect your own identity. 

“‘S just my head.” He finally argued, albeit very weakly, and with a petulant frown of his lips.

“Does it still hurt?”

He nodded wordlessly, letting the now watered-down bag of ice fall by his hand on the wooden table. 

“Alright. I got you.”

As you picked up the plastic bag and turned for the kitchen, Jason caught your wrist. His grip was weak and his fingers immediately released you to fall back against the table when you stopped. He gave you a moue of protest.

“Don’t go.” He whined softly, almost childlike, and you resisted the urge to grin again. 

“I’ll be a second. But you have to tell me what happened, okay?”

He made a drawn out “mhm-hmm” as you finally walked to the back of the bar and inside the kitchen to grab another makeshift icepack before returning to his side. You dumped the bag on the table and heaved a sigh.

“There you go.”

A moment of silence stretched between you as Jason picked up the plastic bag and to his head, grimacing at the first touch of biting cold against his skin before relaxing into it. 

“Vex…” He mumbled, and even then, the venom in his voice was rich as he spat the name.

You, of course, knew what or who he was talking about. But to him, you were just an ordinary civilian he happened to share a roof with. And besides that, you had to pretend you didn’t know about his double life as a superhero.

“Who?”

“You know—the, um—the mark thing—the mark.” His hand waved vaguely in the air as a feigned frown of confusion tugged at your brows. He clicked his tongue in defeat, elbows spreading across the tabletop. Then, as though struck by a jolt of electricity, his arm shot in the air to show you the back of his hand and the scar upon it. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. That’s her.”

“That’s… Vex?”

He hummed lazily in agreement.

“You’re saying she roughed you up like this? She sounds pretty cool.”

He narrowed his eyes, jerking a pointer finger in your direction. “No, she doesn’t.” As if that wasn’t enough of a statement on its own, and seeing the small upturn of your lips as a challenge to himself, he stood halfway to reach over the table and fullyjab the pad of his finger at your chest. “No. She fucking. Doesn’t.”

You giggled.

“Alright. I heard you the first time.”

He plopped back down on his stool with a groan. 

“I’m gonna get her back. I swear I am.”

“Whatever you say, Jason.” 

The taunt came before you could hold from it but it didn’t shake him even slightly. If anything, he took offense to it, giving you a betrayed scowl of disbelief.  

“You don’t believe me, do you?” He narrowed his eyes again. “When I finally grab that girl by the scruff and shove her face into those fucking cameras, I’m gonna sit here and say I told you so.” His rant sunk under a brief lull before he said again quickly, “and yeah. There will be cameras.”

“So, that’s it?” Typical buzzkill, you thought to yourself. 

That was all he was planning to do if he finally caught you? You couldn’t say you were entirely surprised but you sure were disappointed. 

He didn’t respond immediately, instead he scoffed and rolled his eyes. As if you had just appalled him, questioning what he stood for. And in your own twisted way, you quite were. If he knew he was talking to Vex herself right now, this conversation would’ve turned out a lot less civil.

“Why would I turn her in right away? It ain’t no fun.”

No fun, he said. No fun. Since when your lovely little hero was turning into you?

Months of this fox and hare chase and it took just tonight to find out Jason enjoyed this as much as you did. Truly strange. But maybe after all, he wasn’t just a stereotypical self-righteous prick of a hero with a stick far up his ass. Boring? Definitely. But that sentence alone told you even his morals tiptoed on a slippery slope. Oh, how fun indeed!

“Between you and me,” Jason started after a moment of silence from you. “I kinda like her – don’t get me wrong,” he quickly attempted to remedy what he said. “She’s still a pain in my fucking ass. But fuck, I’d kill to see her face.”

A string of thoughts then queued up in his head; ones he was clearly embarrassed to put into spoken words. But he wasn’t thinking about Vex anymore. His eyes stole guilty glances at you as his next thought emerged; see your body, I wanna see your body. The shame was pure evident in the flash of dark tinge across his cheeks as he averted his eyes shyly. 

You almost choked on your own spit, the embarrassment of your own pooling in the pit of your stomach. Your heart fluttered as the thread of his thoughts wove and wove and muddied into filthier suggestions. They coiled tighter into a lustful heat, and panic burst like a spark in the back of his mind as he fought to push them away before he wasn’t able to stop his body from reacting to them anymore.

“Don’t let anybody else hear you say that.” You finally said, letting a small smirk spread across your lips.

Jason’s nightly fruitless search for you continued for weeks to come. You felt even more inclined to hide from him now. Since that night in the bar, everything began to spiral. What seemed like a stupefied, unspoken confession, became more serious, and also more tangible.

He came home every night, mind riddled with flashes of his painful bruises and weeping wounds. And they were so obnoxiously loud, they woke you in the middle of the night. You swore the man was screaming inside his own head, even as he shut the front door quietly and made his way across your tiny living room, trying his damnedest not to stir you. 

And those nights you wished more than others to have been able to turn off his thoughts. 

When he was in the confines of his bedroom, where he heaved his worn body over his small bed, it only took him minutes for it to start – what you liked to call his late night self-pity feasts; the soft rustling of the bedsheets, the harsh strokes of his fingers along his cock, and the thunderous need to cry out your name. 

No concrete wall of any density could keep away all the ways he pictured you in those private moments. And it terrified you immensely. Because you knew how quickly the switch was going to be flipped if he were to find out who you truly were.

And perhaps for another reason, too which you weren’t willing to entertain the idea of now.

You already had your hands full with keeping a low profile and scheming an elaborate plan for the perfect moment to strike. You were going to pull out all the stops, put on one hell of a show to mark Jason’s downfall and take another win to your name. And you happened to have just the occasion in mind as well.

The morning of that fateful day, a regular morning like any other; quiet above all, except for the head-spinning gush of Jason’s thoughts that passed over the small dining table to you; somewhere in the midst, his mind slowed down as his eyes began staring vacantly down at your loose-fitting shirt.

You were raking your fingers through the damp threads of your hair before the clouded look in his eyes caught your attention. His mouth moved absentmindedly, his fork sliding back and forth over his food without picking up any, and then it hit you. As you raised your steaming cup to your lips to take a sip, a foreign stream of thought that certainly didn’t belong to you.

…god, I just wanna take those tits into my mouth.

You coughed out your gulp of coffee, shoulders hitching uncontrollably as you yanked a napkin off the table to hide your mouth behind. Jesus, this fucking man! 

You wiped your mouth gingerly, avoiding Jason’s unmoving stare as his eyes followed the movement of your hands. Finally meeting his gaze, he quickly darted his focus down to his plate, shoving a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

“I’m working late today.” He mumbled, and you almost marveled at how easily that lie fell through his teeth without him choking on it. “Don’t wait up for me. I’ll have dinner at work.”

A rouge smile tugged at your lips as his “work” flashed in his head in quick bursts of colors – the national art museum and that pretentious charity gala he was going to escort the mayor to. A soft “mhm-hmm, sure.” tipped off your lips as you fought to shove down the flurry of heat rising rebelliously in your core, half of your mind still fixated on his previous untold comment. 

His mind buzzed with excitement. Electrified. He had more reason than fulfilling his duty to the city this evening; a promise you – Vex had made him long ago that he was finally going to have his fill of a proper, fair fight. Jason was confident he was going to get you tonight. How quaint!

A few hours later, you were pressing through the doors of the museum, draped in your red dress and guised by your masquerade mask. You smiled shyly at your reflection in the large windows as you made your way down along the winding hallways. This was a nice change from the constant bulk of your armor suit weighing down on your shoulders. 

However, you couldn’t help but feel quite exposed; the dress was perfectly tailored to your body, embosoming your silhouette while also leaving enough room for movement. The long slit running along the skirt rippled over your leg as you sauntered towards the ballroom, lured by the seductive tune of the string quartet. 

You fidgeted with your fingers, thieving steps behind the other guests as they eagerly walked in and blended with the flow of expensive clothes and alluring aromas. The room hummed with the chatter of unspoken thoughts inside your ears, and you listened intently for that familiar echo that told you Jason was here as well. And somewhere in the midst, you had to scold your own nagging voice of anxiety before stepping in onto the cream marble tiles. 

Your eyes shifted uneasily as did your feet, shoulders tense as every head you walked by began to feel much more like a prying eye pinned to your every movement. Voice of reason was in a constant battle with your gnawing anxiety, sending pinpricks of ice cold through your chest. I should’ve just stayed the fuck home, you thought begrudgingly, steering away from the slowly crowding floor of the ballroom as pairs of dancers joined hands for the next number.

“Red’s for sure your color, darling.”

You startled upon the familiar rasp from over your shoulder. You spun on your heels, your widened eyes meeting a pair of dark ones through a simple black mask. If it weren’t for the prideful singsong of his mind practically giving him away, that cocky quirk of his lips was a true seal on his identity.

Your eyes fell to his outstretched hand, long fingers beckoning – no, demanding – for yours. You arched a brow, gaze rising back to his questioningly. 

“Think you owe me a dance.” And a fight, his mind finished for him.

He didn’t wait for your response, stepping immediately into your space to slip his hand in yours. His other palm grazed the small of your back, warm fingers pressing gingerly against the sheathed skin. The gentleness betrayed the cold look in his eyes as he tugged you suddenly forward, and you fell clumsily against his chest with a short gasp. His lips gave a playful twitch; a faint, barely there gesture that didn’t slip from your attentive eyes.

“Nice party, isn’t it?”

The dirty drawl of his voice raised goosebumps along your arms. The balmy air of the ballroom suddenly began to feel stifling and cold. His calloused grip tightened on your waist as he moved you against himself to the music. From this distance, you could smell the sharp tang of his cologne on his pulse points as he lifted his head to stare down at you from beneath his lashes. 

The smooth skin of his neck showed through the unkempt collar of his white shirt. He was temptation itself in the rawest form. Rough. Heavy. Loud. And he was certainly no gentleman unlike what his polite television persona liked for you to believe. If the stealthy crawl of his hand trailing a path down beneath the slit of your skirt proved anything.

You smiled. “Patience, Kolchek. You don’t wanna give anyone the wrong idea, do you?”

His fingers closed around your thigh, pressing indents into the skin. His hand was so close to the holster strapped hidden underneath your dress, and you tried to not let the anxiety break upon your face.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. I’m gonna bet if I kissed you right now, no one’s even gonna bother to turn and look over here.” 

Oh, that fucker was messing with you! None of what he spoke rang true under his mischievous tone. Not even his head stayed loyal to the words on his lips.

“Is that a challenge or a promise?”

“You know me, sweetheart. I always play hard.”

“More like make things hard – whenever it’s not necessary.”

He hummed. “That’s your job, baby. I’m sure you can even feel it right now.”

His hands tugged you forward again and surely, there it was; the firm press of something hard that you could feel through the silk of your dress. You swallowed and stole a quick glance around the ballroom. You were much farther away from the watchful eyes of the guests, hidden in the cool shadows behind the tall archways that rose high to the dome ceiling. Truly, nobody could see you. Not even the cameras turned in your direction.

“That’s just my gun,” you finally remarked, returning your eyes to his. “But nice try.”

An easy laugh spilled free from his lips, eyes twinkling dangerously. “Smart smart girl,” he lilted. “Looks like you’re not so hopeless after all.”

“You wouldn’t be hunting me down for months if I were.”

“What makes you think you get away on your own?” His voice dipped lower, almost threatening. Only the soft playful glint in his eyes doused the panic that suddenly rose in your stomach. He leaned closer, his warm breath feathering over your ear as he whispered, “what if I let you? Ever think of that, sweetheart?”

His face was back before your eyes again, his lips now only a breath apart from yours. Your pursed lips pulled into a tight smirk.

“You flatter yourself way too much.”

“Wanna test that theory then?”

Your smile broadened. “Sure.”

And for only a short few minutes, you danced in his arms, and he moved you like a loose ribbon gliding upon air. That was impressive actually. You couldn’t have even guessed this man had it in him to be any graceful. And now he was dancing you as he’s done this many times before. 

As the music slowed, he pulled you closer, noses brushing like lovers. He flashed you a boyish smile. That up to no good troublemaker smile that sent your heart plummeting to your core. It made your skin tingle with adrenaline and your cheeks with warmth.

Now was the time.

You surged forward and captured his lips against your own, spurred on by a sudden burst of confidence. His grin faltered, mouth growing slack; but he reciprocated only instances later, breathing a soft “hmm” into your mouth. His lips moved eagerly upon yours – returning kiss after kiss that only turned more passionate with each one. The tip of his tongue brushed over your lip boldly; however, you responded by releasing him without a second thought.

You wormed out of his embrace with ease as he watched you, stunned, empty arms remained in midair as though a puppet master held his strings firmly in place. Your pistol, now sitting safely back in your hand, slid right into your holster as you smiled victoriously.

And with that, you disappeared behind the crowd without another word as Jason’s eyes followed the small trail of your skirt along the ballroom floor, slithering away from him.

Another shot missed.

However, it didn’t take Jason long to find you again. His eyes sought you like a moth to the flame, tearing down the melodically entranced ballroom for that one place he could find you in. His own mind under the spell of that sudden kiss and the igniting warmth on his lips which now flooded his entire chest. 

He eventually caught you peering over the balcony underneath the alcove just a floor above the guests, your fingertips warm and leaking with thin smoke as your power sizzled beneath your skin. When his panicked gaze locked upon your mischievous one, your lips curved into a disarming grin. 

You lifted three fingers to your lips, pressing a showy kiss to their pads before blowing it in his direction, firing a sphere of flames to the floor below with it. Jason’s eyes widened, head snapping to the deafening noise of explosion immediately consuming the walls and the screams of terror within them. 

Somewhere in the heat of the incident and your own adrenaline-fueled pulse thrumming in your ears, you missed the dark brown eyes meeting yours once more, and the red hot fury flashing in those blown pupils; because you were stunned when your body jerked back against your will and landed painfully on the cold ground beneath you.  

You glanced up immediately at the familiar face hovering over yours – that angry, flushed, deliciously handsome familiar face. Despite the many times you imagined that same face smothered between your thighs, you pushed your palms against his chest and threw him back and off of you. This was a fight between Jason and Vex. There was no place for you in this. 

You shot back up to your feet, wasting no more time to make a run for it towards and out the closest exit, not stopping even as Jason yelled gruffly after you, very possibly drawing attention to himself – and consequently, you.

You dodged past the coming influx of frightened guests, ears ringing with their screams and alarmed thoughts. The threatening glow of your palms, bearing a pair of burning orbs, scared away anyone who attempted to stop you upon Jason’s loud demands for them to hold you off. Though none also managed to stop the taunts from falling over your lips.

“You wanna burn? Fucking move!”

You were out of the ballroom now, scurrying past and away from the cameras which had surely broadcasted the entire havoc unfolding. Through the tall, yet tight hallways, there was only you and the reverberation of Jason’s heels hot on your tail. And soon, it became the soft humming of air tearing away for your meteoric feet as you ran, high off of your powers.  

Jason had but abandoned all care for the encased relics as soon as you made it into the deserted atrium, firing shot after shot at you. Each breezed past your head like a kindled cannonball, but none of them even came close to touching you. However, you could still feel their danegrous heat licking at your skin as you dodged them skillfully.

With the short ceiling above you, it was a certain trouble for Jason to hop off his feet and fly the remaining distance to catch up with you. But you still looked over your shoulder, only briefly, to fire your own shots at him in an attempt to slow him downfurther. Jason ducked his head, an arm shielding his eyes, cursing as the glass cases propped against the walls burst into shards and flew over his face. 

Your attempts didn’t deter him even slightly. His angrily contorted face appeared again from below his arm, now blemished with splotches of blood from the shrapnel, eyes narrowed and still ever determined. You cursed under your breath and turned back around.

“Emergency exit, emergency exit, emergency exit!” You chanted under your breath, eyes frantically darting from corner to corner. “Gotcha!”

You slammed shoulder first into the heavy metal door and stumbled through. Catching your breath for a second, you then began to descend the spiral of stairs. Soon enough, you heard the door thud shut above you and you slapped a fist against the handrail with a snarl.

You finally made it out to the parking lot. Now surrounded by the labyrinthine clusters of cars, you were certain you have won this. It was evident from Jason’s distant thoughts that resounded like a faint wind chime under your ears. But just to make sure, you stopped momentarily to lean against a car and listen for the direction they were headed to.

Though your legs were, yet to tire, your brain had gone haywire from the adrenaline, heart pounding painfully in your chest. Jason’s surprise attack had thrown you for a loop. You could still feel the too close for comfort of his fiery shots against your arms. That was close, you thought. So fucking close.

You pushed off of the car and back to your feet after your rapid pulse calmed down enough, but you flinched as a car alarm blared through the parking lot. You quickly distanced yourself, trying to hide in the safety of the darkness as you hissed under your breath. But another car immediately joined in the cacophony. Then another and another, until the previously quiet space was shaking with the noise.

“Fuck. You really make a man sweat for it, don’t you?” Jason’s breathless voice came from behind you and you whipped around to find him within your arm’s length. All the loud background noise had muffled out his thoughts.

You grumbled before taking off in the opposite direction, suddenly noticing the open air in the distance you hadn’t seen until then. The sight spurred you on with more determination, fueling your legs to go faster. Jason was far behind you now and you were mere steps from getting away. 

But then you began to skid along the concrete ground, a string of breathless “fuckfuckfuck” rushing through your teeth as you finally stopped right at the edge of the building. You were somehow tens of feet in the air, and you almost ran yourself off the roof. 

“It would’ve been funny if you hit that wall.” You heard Jason from behind you again.

The lucid skyline quivered like a ripple in calm water, and the pale wall slowly morphed back to reality. That was just one of his infamous illusions. Of course. Of fucking course. Your chest heaved with an exasperated sigh. How the fuck did you still manage to fall for that?

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He said melodiously as you turned around to face him with a roll of your eyes.

“That’s my line.”

He wasn’t wearing his suit jacket anymore, his masquerade mask also having long been discarded; lips not shy to make a show of his smug grin as he strutted with overt confidence towards you. His handsome face still glowed underneath all the fresh scars. His two-sizes-too-small white shirt clung to his body like a second skin, buttons gaping on his chest, biceps practically bulging through the thin fabric. Vain motherfucker, you thought, irked.

Jason pulled at his already loose black tie and yanked the slip of fabric off with a swift move of his fingers before tossing it to the ground. 

“Care for a civil conversation this time ‘round, Vex? No more fucking running.”

“With handcuffs?” You gestured lazily at the menacing glint of metal dangling from his belt. Your eyes followed the movement of his arms as he undid his sleeves and rolled them up to the crook of his elbows. Throwing a thumb over your shoulder, you continued, “and those fucking cameras? You have a funny idea of civil.” 

His hands rest upon his hips, fringe disheveled and cheeks flushed, yet his lips were quirked in that shit-eating grin that prodded at your already growing frustration.  

���That’s just for formality’s sake. You know that.”

“Well, I know I’m not an idiot. I can sniff an attention whore before I see one. So, yeah,” you giggled at the irritated twitch of his brow and the slow drop of his face. “You can act like a sweet little hero with a pure heart for them but I don’t buy that shit for even one second.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No, I guess I don’t. But you give enough away on your own.”

Jason’s chin lowered, narrowed eyes burning holes into your face. His jaw went slack, tongue rolling uneasily inside his mouth as he tried to bite down his words. He was wrestling with his thoughts – torn between attempts to shove them down and flare of heated emotions snapping like electricity sparks.

“Why don’t you take off your mask so we level with each other?” He started slowly. “After all this time, I think it’s only fair.”

You stood very still, shoulders suddenly stiff. An unpleasant warmth clawed its way down your body as Jason once again began walking towards you. You couldn’t let him see your face. You’d be done for if you did.

“Who said anything about being fair?”

You flipped your wrist, palm facing skyward, your fingers curled in as the surge of power seeped from the lines of your hand. Jerking your arm at a nearby vehicle, a van lifted off its wheels before you threw it in Jason’s direction. He jumped back in time for the hurtling van to ram into the cars behind him. As he landed back on his feet, you saw his next course of movements before he even made them.

He charged at you, hands glowing with bright green flames. An arm aimed for your face, straight as a spear, and you ducked your head to have his fist pound against the wall instead. He turned with a sneer and before he could so much as lift a finger, you raised your palm and forced him up the wall.

He writhed against your invisible hold, kicking his feet as you wrung your fingers and a pained grunt ripped through his lips. He reached a hand to you, fingers grabbing futilely at your face in an attempt to pull off your mask. You slapped away his hand and clicked your tongue.

“What a fucking pushover.”

With a small flick of your wrist, Jason was thrown across the floor. He stood back to his feet with a groan, and not sparing you another moment, he charged at you again.

You easily dodged his flying punches, seeing each of their directions in his mind before the eventual blows. A sly smile tugged at your lips, body fluidly sifting through hit after hit without a break of sweat on your brow. Jason, on the other hand, was exhausted. Face slick with sweat and teeth bared through a snarl, his confident grunts had faltered into angry huffs of breath.

“You motherfucker!” He cried out as you evaded, yet another thrust of his persistent fist.

You chuckled, watching him stagger a few steps away from you. His chest rose and fell heavily, fingers tightening into white-knuckling fists. He glared at you, beads of sweat rushing down the side of his face as he sneered.

“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss.” You grinned. “You live and learn, dumpling.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He growled with a raise of his brows, jerking a forefinger in your direction.

“Or what? You’re gonna kick my ass?”

Your voice, suddenly, echoed right back to you as though you were standing inside an empty chamber. A faint smirk began dancing across Jason’s lips as you rolled your eyes.

“That’s not funny.” You said sternly and you were responded by your own echo again. “Hey! Get off it.”

The echo came louder this time, now a chorus of identical voices striking from different sides. And it hit you like a stormy wave, flinging you backward against the wall, knocking the air out of your throat. 

“Jesus!” You croaked, catching your breath. “You’re such a sore loser. Fine. If I let you punch me, will that gonna make you feel better about your weak little ego?”

You were being sarcastic. Obviously. But Jason was already striding back towards you, fist tight and ready to punch a bruise anywhere he could get his knuckles to land upon. You barely had time to react before he was too close. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll save your pretty face.” He said through teeth before his fist dug into your ribs. 

You keeled over, clutching your stomach as you groaned. “Fucking hell! Don’t hold back or anything.” 

You straightened yourself back up just in time for another punch to fly towards your face. You moved your head immediately and the blow breezed past your ear and against the wall instead. Again. Jason’s nostrils flared as he glowered at you, keeping his close proximity with your body. 

He was warm, his face close. His legs were tangled between yours, allowing you no room to escape. He was going to take off your mask. Your eyes grew wide and you began struggling against him. He pushed away your flaying arms as you tried and failed to force him back. He didn’t give you enough time to train your palm on his chest and channel your powers against him again.

“Stop squirming.” He spat.

“Fuck off!”

He grumbled under his breath and caught your hostile wrist harshly in one hand, lifting the other to the hem of your mask beneath your eyes. You wriggled your neck frantically.

“No, no, no, no!”

“You know, now that I think about it, you sound very familiar.”

With a swift tug, he peeled the mask off of your face. The sharp complacent look in his eyes turned confused as his forehead creased with a frown, his grip loosening around your wrist.

“Well, fuck me. Look what the cat dragged in.” His lips slowly gave in to a smirk as he cocked his head. “You cheeky motherfucker. This entire time?”

You swallowed, cheeks stinging with heat as you sucked your lip between your teeth. Jason’s eyes suddenly blew wide, face becoming sickly and pale.

“This entire time?” He asked again, more urgent and forceful this time.

“You need a fucking answer for that?” 

He remained quiet after that. The stream of his thoughts became turbulent once again. He wanted to ask whether you’ve been reading his mind since you moved in with him but he already knew the answer. And yet, he was scared of the confirmation that could come from your mouth. So, you only rolled your eyes at him, deciding that was going to be a good enough answer for him.

Jason’s scowl returned to his face, the short-lived softness quickly and far gone. He took the handcuffs from his belt and held them up to your face.

“Let’s do this nice and easy and no one’s feelings get hurt, alright?”

Feelings. Yeah. Okay.

“You’re embarrassingly mild.” You scoffed.

“I can be rough,” he briefly raised his glimmering eyes to yours to flash you a smirk before he spun you around. The cold metal of the cuffs grazed your skin before they fastened around your wrists. His mouth ghosted over the shell of your ear, his warm breath rousing goosebumps on the back of your neck. “Since you had your fun inside my head, you should know how I imagine you.”

Your mouth hung ajar and Jason breathed out a low chuckle into your ear before leaning away, pulling at your restraints to turn you back around.

“So, what now? Are you gonna take me down to your little friends and claim your I have a big dick badge?”

A smile toyed coyly on his lips but he immediately frowned and clenched his teeth in order to smother it. He tugged forcefully at your wrists and you winced as the sharp metal ridges bit into your skin.

“I will consider that if you don’t shut up.”

You shifted uncomfortably on the dining chair, the wooden cushion offering no relief for the loss of feeling in your behind. The television murmured behind you in the living room, muffled by the ringing of clatters from the kitchen. You were only able to catch snippets of tonight’s incident – the chaos that you had caused.  

Jason walked out with a bottle of beer, socked feet dragging along the carpeted floor as he ran his fingers through his hair before sprawling down on the couch in front of you. He was in his pajamas now, unlike you who was still very much wearing your dress. The thin silky fabric tugged at your skin the more you moved and it made you itchy in places you didn’t know was possible. And what was worse – it made you feel even more vulnerable under Jason’s scrutinizing eyes.  

“Are you gonna have me sit here like some kinda fucking trophy?” You complained bitterly, eyeing the tinted bottle flip upside down as he tossed his head back to take a swig.

He met your eyes with a raise of his brow, lowering the rim of the bottle to show you his glistening lips curled into a mischievous smile. You huffed irritatedly. 

“Well, I am enjoying the view,” his eyes slowly wandered down your form as he hooked his tongue inside his cheek. It was as if that small gesture ignited a fire beneath you, giving you an urge to squirm. “I’d be stupid if I didn’t milk it as much as I could. Think I’ve earned it.”

You scoffed, shaking your head before mumbling lamely, “this is so dumb.”

“What was that?”

You stomped your foot. “I said I want some of that ice cream we bought the other day.”

Jason rolled his eyes before he was up and back in the kitchen. He returned with the pint of ice cream and sat back down on the couch. You stared at him expectantly and he heaved an exasperated sigh.

“I swear, if you start moaning at me again—”

“Then how the hell am I supposed to eat that?”

His playful smile crept back to his face as he spread his knees. His hand snuck between your legs and gripped the edge of the chair before pulling you towards himself. You gasped, heart sinking to your core as you nestled between Jason’s thighs. He stared up at you with that panty-dropping crooked smile.

“I’ll feed you. Stop your huffing and puffing.”

He speared the ice cream with a spoon before holding up the spoonful before your lips. Your eyes shifted hesitantly between the bite of sweet coldness and his eyes. He wiggled the silverware, urging you to open your mouth. So, you did. However, as you leaned forward to take it into your mouth, Jason pulled back his hand and the bite disappeared into his own mouth instead.

“Assface.”

“Sweetheart, you love this face.”

“And what gave you that idea?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he abandoned the spoon by his side to dig into the pint with a finger. His coated fingertip emerged and he held the sweet chunk before your slack mouth again. You scowled at him.

“Well, I’m no Vex,” a sudden grin split open his lips at the mention of the name, “but I know one thing for sure; and that is your eyes speak more than that smart mouth does.”

You watched the ice cream slowly melt on his finger, a sticky sweet trail rushing down its length. Your mouth watered at the thought of taking it onto your tongue and sucking it clean.

“Am I wrong?”

Your eyes shot back to his, cheeks flooding with warmth. “What?” You breathed out.

“You have a pretty animated face. I don’t think you even realize it. Like how even right now, you’re looking at me like I’m a pint of ice cream.”

You snorted. “I’m not.”

A toothy smile began fighting its way to your lips and you had to suck them into your mouth to hold from giving yourself away. You were glad – no, ecstatic that Jason couldn’t read your mind; because that simple statement managed to unplug a whirlwind of thoughts you were trying your damnedest to suppress. 

He pulled back his hand again, bringing his finger to his tongue that had now slithered through his lips to lap a long stripe at its length, his sharp eyes not once leaving yours. He pumped his finger into his mouth once before releasing it soundlessly, a thread of saliva trailing from his lips. Fuck. Why was that so hot?

“Want a little taste, sweetheart?”

Your lips fluttered hopelessly, words scratching the walls of your throat without managing their way out. Blood rushed straight to your face, hard rapid pulse ringing in your ears. He dipped two fingers this time in the pint and scooped out a larger piecebetween them. This once, you didn’t hesitate to open your mouth and take his finger.

As his fingers wormed onto your tongue, your eyes fluttered shut upon the immediate coldness filling up your mouth. It quickly gave way to the warmth of his skin melting the sweetness and running it down your throat.

An image flickered behind your eyes then. One you were certain your mind hadn’t conjured up for you. But it was becoming more vivid the more your tongue curled and uncurled around Jason’s fingers. It was way past due time for you to let it go but you couldn’t bring yourself to. And the blurred mess of colors before your eyes has now become too compelling to ignore. 

You were suddenly in Jason’s bedroom, the crammed space blanketed in darkness besides the sliver of moonlight filtering through the thin curtain of his window showering down upon his bed. He was lying awake underneath the duvet, the fabric rustling with the rapid movement of his hand beneath it. His head was thrown back against the pillow, his thin shirt ridden up to his ribs. 

He sighed shakily, his strong shoulders lifting off of the mattress as he came, a hand plastering over his mouth to muffle the sudden string of moans that flowed freely from his lips. When his arm fell limp back on the bed, weak whimpers of your name began falling through his quivering lips. 

You could see the trembling of his thighs as his hand slowed down. His body twitching, his firm touch softening only steadily around his sensitive cock.  

Your core clenched around air, knees knocking against something as you tried to close them once more. Then you suddenly remembered; eyes opening wide, they peered right back into Jason’s who was still sitting on the couch before you, his legs encaging yours. 

“Enjoyed the show?”

You swallowed, briefly stunned into silence with the sudden immense heat flooding between your legs. You blinked slowly and tried to gather your wit.

“Looks like you enjoyed it more than I did.” You motioned your head at the bold outline of his bulge through his sweatpants. The struggle snapped like a rubber band in his head as he tried to push away the incoming surge of all the ways he imagined you on that very same night he’d just shown you. A teasing, more confident smile curved your mouth. “I can still hear you.”

“Okay. Maybe I want you to.” He said with a defensive shift of his shoulders. And with that, the storm of his thoughts flickered back to life.

It made your head spin. The way it always did whenever you were in Jason’s proximity. But this time you could feel them, too. Like white hot sparks that flared in your stomach, making your heart stutter as the voice inside his head grew bolder. You could hear him chant over and over – I need you; I need you right now.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you breathed out, averting your eyes to the floor. “If there’s one thing you shouldn’t be saying to me right now—”

He interrupted, “why? It’s not a rule that we can’t fuck just cos we’re working for different sides.”

You choked on your spit at the casual drop of the word “fuck” off his tongue, eyes going wide as you shook your head fervently.

“No.” You spat immediately and the previously carefree look on Jason’s face contorted into one of hurt before it quickly softened again.

“Can I ask why?”

“Because… because…” 

His eyebrows rose high on his forehead as you stammered to find a response, but it was evident he wasn’t trying to rush you into a justification. He only wanted to know if you liked him, too. You sighed, shaking your head slowly before hanging your head.

“I do like you, Jason.” You finally said. Your confession was followed by his silence even though his head became bright and full with relief. You continued, “it’s just–it’s–I don’t know, man. It’s stupid,” you quickly back pedaled, “well, it’s not stupid. Right. But I’m not exactly experienced. I’ve never been with anybody—”

An incredulous scowl shadowed over his face as he interrupted you again, “you’re a super villain.”

“So?” You snapped, embarrassment stinging your cheeks. “Not all of us live up to the stereotypes of their people, okay?”

Jason’s head inclined slowly as his eyes shifted back and forth between yours, cheeks bearing a rosy tinge of shame, though his features remained stoic. It wasn’t any mocking thought making its rounds inside his head. No. It was far far worse. He was already picturing you on your back; his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy, and making your tight little hole clench deliciously around his thick length. 

Your breath locked in your throat, escaping in uneven releases through your parted lips. It was as if he was teasing you without even touching you – unsaid filthy suggestions you wished to hear straight from his mouth, knowing fully well how his sharp tongue was going to make you burn and twist. In more ways than one.

The words struggled to leave your lips the longer you sat in quiet and listened to the accension of Jason’s arousal. It didn’t seem as though he was going to be the first one to break the silence, and this only made you feel compelled to carry on further. 

“And, uh—I’m not exactly, like, the most confident person out there. So—” The end of your word tapered off slowly as your eyes returned to his. “There’s that.”

A small frown drew Jason’s brows closer as his head fell in a slow nod.

“Let’s unpack what you just said. You think you don’t look good?” His finger jerked towards your chest in an almost accusatory manner. As if you had just done the most questionable thing. Even more questionable than the scene you had caused only hours ago. “I heard a lot of crazy shit tonight but this one just takes the fucking cake.”

“Look, I appreciate the vote of confidence—”

“You’re sitting in front of me, looking like that, and you dare fucking tell me you don’t look good?” His scowl deepened. “It’s that fucking suit, I’m telling you – it hides every-fucking-thing on your body.”

“Exactly the whole point.” You fired back, offended. “Because it’s practical that way. I don’t need it to look cool for the cameras like you, dipshit.”

“Listen; you gotta cut yourself some slack, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna magically fix that little problem in there,” he tapped his finger gently to your chest for indication. “But I’ll be straight with you and tell you this; if any motherfucker tries to start shit with you and say you ain’t worth it just cos of how you look, you get your cute ass up and sucker punch them in their sorry looking face – or however it is you like to deal with me when I’m on your ass about shit.”

You laughed softly, lips giving into a sincere smile for the first time this evening. Jason’s face reflected the joyful light upon yours, eyes softening with adoration. 

“There’s that pretty smile.” He crooned, and it only fueled the pleasant heat filling up your chest. “And you do look good for the cameras, by the way. That armor suit is one of the best ones ‘round here. Looks pretty fucking badass. ‘S bulky and shit but still. Makes you look a bit mean, too, which I bet you like hearing that.”

You scoffed a bashful laugh, averting your eyes.

“For what it’s worth, I still wanna see what you look like underneath all that. Just to make things clear.”

You gave a small nod. Your face might as well have been on fire even though you fought hard to not let the dizzying shame show upon it.

“Yeah… you made things… very clear.”

He stared at you. Silently. Not even his thoughts could help ease the mounting tension between you at this point. Finally, after what felt like minutes of quiet, Jason scoffed, defeated.

“Is that all you got for me?”

“What do you even want me to say?”

“Man, you’re awkward as fuck for a super villain.” He grinned, voice bubbling with laughter. “It’s kinda cute; you. The kickass Vex. You turn this whole fucking city on its head and you get all shy and nervous when a guy like me, a hero, says you look hot.”

“Fuck you, Jason. You just had to ruin it, didn’t you?” You chastised him meekly, though a fond smile still lingered on your lips. A teasing smirk quirked his own.

“Why don’t you fuck me yourself, hmm?”

You took that as an invitation, spreading your fingers above the restraints around your wrists, feeling the rush of power leak from your fingertips. It cloaked your body like a thin veil, and before Jason could open his mouth to ask what you were doing, his body jostled forward involuntarily, his lips landing firmly upon yours. 

A soft noise of surprise caught in his throat as his hands caught around your thighs for purchase, the stiffness in his shoulders slowly melting with a content sigh. His fingers pressed tightly into the dress and the fabric squeaked under the pressure. A gasp flitted through your mouth at the dull ache of your thighs underneath his nails.

The kiss was simple, yet adoring. Jason’s lips moved cautiously against yours despite how passionately molten and enthusiastic your kiss back inside the ballroom had been. He was being careful with you; taking it slow and easy to let you adjust to him of your own accord. 

His palm rose to hold the side of your face as he tilted his head slightly. His tongue lapped coyly at your lip. Just a light stroke. Subtle but noticeable, and it made your breath knot in your chest. You pulled back with eyes still closed, air skipping sharply past your lips. The handcuffs rattled against your wrists as you wiggled them.

“Come on, untie me.”

Jason’s response was to silence you with another kiss as a playful but disapproving hum rumbled in his throat.

“Not happening. Remember, you’re still in trouble—” your short, annoyed huff of breath cut into his voice before he continued, “—doesn’t matter how cute you are. Your ass is getting a spanking for being such a naughty naughty girl.”   

His hand came down to slap lightly against your thigh as a smirk curled the corner of his mouth. You gave a one shoulder shrug, your own lips reflecting the upturn of his.

“Then I don’t need to tell you, for that to happen, you kinda still need to untie me.”

“Nice try, smartass. But I appreciate the effort.”

He leaned in close, mouth parted and only a hair breadth apart from claiming yours. His eyes sunk to the swollen flush of your lips.

“Think you can keep up with me if I up the speed a bit?” His voice came low, challenging. 

His heated breaths brushing over your lips were inviting you, daring you to succumb. He had slipped back into his competitive self again. He understood you well; knowing only that could bring the cutthroat, courageous side of you to come out and play with him. 

“Do your fucking worst.”

And his lips were back upon yours once again. Rough and demanding, Jason’s soft moans leaving him more freely now. His hand held the side of your neck as he smiled into the kiss.

“You look sexy as hell tied up like this. I should try gagging that filthy mouth, too.”

“I swear to god—”

Your threat was cut short as he bit your lip and you gasped loudly. He breathed out a chuckle.

“You’re so cute when you’re trying to act all tough with me. Fuck.” His growl made you shudder. ”It makes me wanna eat you right up.”

The veil of power began circling you again with a small movement of your wrist, the invisible halo buzzing with intensity and it struck Jason forcefully. A sharp exhale fled through his mouth as his body gave a jump and a groan vibrated in his chest.

“Fuuuck.” He whined quietly. “How the hell did you do that?”

You could feel the swirl of heat weaving through his thoughts. Head pinned to the brimming focus of the sudden spike in his heartbeat. His breaths came short and uneven. Your firm, yet unseen hold pawed at him between his legs; the grip of warmth clinging tightly around him. His knees nudged against yours as his thighs twitched aimlessly. The flimsy cage of his legs surrounding yours slowly falling apart, and you clenched your fingers to send him another jolt of shock.

He moaned shamelessly, the movement of his lips upon yours faltering as he tipped his head back with his eyes still closed. 

“You little devil. You dirty fucking little devil.”

His complaint was futile, though. None of his powers could hold your probing touch back, albeit guised in merely unseen swallows; the carnal sensation was very much present. If it weren’t for the rapid spiral of his thoughts which practically thrummed along to his heartbeats, the twisted contours of his face were a dead giveaway of his mounting arousal.

“Should I stop?” You said, briefly halting the flow of your powers. The sudden vacancy caused Jason to topple backward, as if he was repelled by another force. 

“No.” He said immediately. “Keep touching me. Please.”

And he was drawn back to you upon the return of the powerful veil that embraced you. Jason shifted his thighs, hands gripping onto the edge of the couch as his head lolled back on his shoulders. A stifled groan tore through his lips before he sucked them into his mouth. 

It was unfair, though. You wanted to touch him. Actually, truly touch him. And all these layers covering your bodies were very well in the way of that. What else – Jason had completely taken his hands off of you to claw at the firm cushion beneath him. The small offer of touch he’s been giving you only instances ago lost to his own rising need for release. 

So, you stopped again, and the force drove him back against the backrest. His lidded eyes finally bore into yours, chest heaving as his lips remained agape but quiet. You could hear the pleas and the noises that failed to break past them, nipped into silence before any managed to completely form. 

“Why did you stop?” He almost whined. 

“You give and you take, dumpling. That’s how it works.”

His eyes immediately narrowed into slits upon the mention of the nickname. “Don’t call me that.” He said quietly, voice low and gritty. It woke goosebumps on the back of your neck.

You grinned. “Stop me if it bothers you so much.”

“I should bend you over my knees and spank you just for that fucking attitude.”

“Oh, we both know you’re all talk, Jason.”

He bounced forward, hands outstretched and with intention to grab you, but you flicked your wrists again to let your powers take a hold of him. He stopped completely, arms falling limp down to his thighs as a loud moan escaped him. 

You didn’t relent this time, quickening the invisible grip around his cock before it gave him a chance to collect himself. He reclined against the backrest again, arching his back as he fisted your knees with urgency. 

“Oh, my god. Fuckfuckfuck! Slow down. Slow down. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep—” His words waned into a loud gasp before he cried out when you refused him. “(Y/N)! Please!”

You giggled as you finally stopped and Jason let out a drawn-out moan, sucking in long calming gulps of air. His fingers loosened around your knees as his posture turned straighter, the rise and fall of his chest slowly steadying. 

When he met your gaze again, his eyes were lidded with desire and held a daring glint within them. Your lips hung ajar, trembling wordlessly. This time, you didn’t stop him as he surged forward to capture your lips against his own, so roughly he managed to push your chair sliding back across the carpet. You whimpered against the warmth of his mouth, muscles tensing until Jason took hold of your thighs again. 

“I can think of something you can call me, sweetheart,” he whispered in between kisses. “If Jason’s too much for you, Daddy should cut it.”

You could only moan in response, your core enlivened with a shock of heat at the sound of Jason calling himself that of all things.

“Go ahead, baby. Let me hear you say it.”

You bit your trembling lip. “Daddy…”

“Atta girl.”

His lips left yours to travel down along the side of your neck, teeth teasing the sensitive skin. His kisses were feverish and consuming. Growling filthy promises under your ear, paired with the flurry of images running rampant inside his head, he easily managed to coax a trail of desperate moans through your clenched teeth.

He hummed. You could practically hear the cocky smile in that soft throaty sound that vibrated against your skin, tickling your ear. Your fingers ached to dig into his strong shoulders, but they only furled and unfurled helplessly behind you as Jason’s rogue ones sought the heat between your thighs.

Air hitched in your chest as the warmth of his fingers just barely caressed your cunt over the fabric of your dress. You didn’t mean to squirm, absolutely didn’t want to. But anticipation bubbled deep within you; from every kiss he pressed to your skin to every word he breathed against your ear, you were whelmed with need, and every bit of you was sensitive to his touch; your body only responding to him the best way it knew how.

Your head fell back, lips parting to free a breathless moan as Jason palmed you, the heel of his hand gently pressing onto your clothed clit, his mouth continuing the spiral of wet kisses down your neck – now descending to the strap of your dress sitting right in the soft slope of your shoulder. 

His teeth hooked beneath the crimson-colored band, pulling it up and then releasing it playfully, letting it snap back against your skin. You huffed a laugh, feeling Jason’s mouth also tug into a smile on the curve of your shoulder.

He moved his hand more persistently on your cunt, fingers sliding between your folds from on top of your panties, prodding in ever so slightly. You gasped and writhed, skin prickling with goosebumps as Jason chuckled under your ear – lips now sucking your earlobe between them. 

“You want my finger deep inside your pretty pussy, baby? Can I fuck you like that? Make you cum all over my fucking hand. Fuck. You’re so wet for me already.”

“Shit. Yes, Jason. Please. Just fucking do it.”

“Wrong, baby.” He growled, dark and menacing. 

Fuck. “Sorry—I’m sorry. Daddy. Please, I need it.”

He hummed vaguely against your ear, the tip of his finger slowly slithering into you. You gasped a moan, shoulders lifting off into the air. His finger – that single long, thick digit buried knuckle deep inside you, brimmed you deliciously, making your walls sting and stretch. 

His hand began a lazy rhythm, pumping in and out of you steadily, curling his finger every now and again to hook over that sweet spongy bit of flesh inside you. You’ve touched yourself before, but this was truly different. Jason could make you whimper with only one finger, fill you wholly and completely, barely leaving room for a second one.

Your pussy burned in protest as the pad of another finger began toying with your already full entrance. Jason pried carefully, listening for the slight hitch in your breath as he slipped his finger in bit by bit. The stinging warmth soon gave way for pleasure as both fingers curled once inside you. Then twice and once more; and his pace has already picked up, the rough pad of his thumb coming to sit against your swollen clit as well.

The sounds breaking past your lips were bold and loud now, hanging above the room and the obscene wet noises between your thighs, filtering through the gentle buzzing of the television behind you. Jason’s mouth was pressed to the side of your face, breathing heavily against the shell of your ear.

“You feel good, baby, don’t you?” He smiled at the immediate moan that slipped off your tongue. “Oh, I bet you do. If my fingers feel this nice, imagine my cock, hmm? You want me to fuck you? You want me to fill you up—” You nodded fervently; lip bruised under your teeth. “—I need a yes, sweetheart. I need you to tell me you want me to give it to you.”

“I want it, yes. Just fuck me. Please.”

He cooed, almost mockingly. “My needy baby girl wants my cock inside her? My hard ass sweet little villain. So fucking perfect for me,” his voice swooped deeper, riding on a single-note rough rumble in the back of his throat as he continued, “God, I wanna fucking ruin you!”

Your breath stuttered, goosebumps breaking upon your skin. Jason’s free hand pressed onto your thigh, kneading the soft flesh between his long fingers. His tongue wormed out to lap along your face, tracing a long slow line against your jawline before his teeth nipped playfully at the skin. 

Your hands shifted involuntarily behind your back, the need to touch him burning on the tip of your fingers. A whine toyed upon your lips, body twitching against your will.

“Wanna—I wanna touch you, too.” You writhed helplessly against your bounds. “Can I please? Ca–can I?”

The finger Jason had resting idly against your clit began moving in slow wide circles around your cunt, tracing a halo of warmth that steered clear of the flushed bundle. You swallowed back the noises threatening to spill again, fists closing tight around air. 

“Please, Daddy?” You asked sweetly, and from the small halt in the rapid rush of his thoughts, you knew you managed to get through to him. 

Though, nevertheless, he continued the exploit of his torturous hand upon you wordlessly, drawing loose circles around and away from your clit. Your hips twitched instinctively, futilely bucking into his touch for a more fruitful friction, but it only made him pull away.

“If you think this is gonna be easy for you,” he clicked his tongue, pulling his face along the side of your cheek, offering you a generous feel of his stubble against your skin. “Spoilers, darling; not happening. You’re gonna pay for being a cheater,” his palm landed against your thigh. Hard enough to leave a dull sting in its wake. “And you’re gonna pay for being a fucking troublemaker.” His hand grazed your skin again, the impact coming harsher this time. “So, you better behave yourself, pretty girl. I can play nice or,” his chin lowered and his lidded eyes, now peering into yours, glimmered dangerously. “I can be real fucking rough. And you know damn well how badly I wanna stretch your tight little pussy with my thick cock.”

Your chest heaved with a wavering sigh, body fighting against the shiver rushing down your back. You only managed a pathetic whimper to which Jason grinned at; the innocence of his dimpled cheeks an uncanny contrast to the mischievous glint in his eyes. 

He lifted his glistening fingers to his mouth, eager tongue taking in the wet taste of your arousal. A satisfied groan fled him, the deep sound vibrating pleasantly in your chest and cutting through to your bones. 

His thoughts – such deliciously filthy thoughts that continued to surprise and delight you the more this night went on – they swirled like a thick smoke inside his head; all for me. All wet and sweet just for me.

“I just gotta taste you, baby.” He said breathlessly. 

He slid your chair back then, only slightly, to leave a gap where he could kneel between your spread knees. He looked up at you; eyes bright and round beneath the cheap florescent light. His hands curled around your calves, cheeks flushed, kiss-swollen lip rolled back between his teeth. 

“You let me do it? Wanna get you to make a mess all over my fucking face, sweetheart. I’m dying to get a taste of your perfect pussy.”

“Please… yes.”

“What a good girl,” he crooned. His fingers crawled up your legs to find the band of your panties before pulling them down slowly. “What a good fucking girl for me.”

His face buried beneath the skirt of your dress, his warm mouth hovering so close to where you needed him most. When his tongue finally claimed you, your back arched before you could hold from it, lips parting into a silent moan. 

He groaned against you, mouth cupping around your yearning bud more boldly, sucking it harshly between his lips. His one hand gripped at your leg, fingers bruisingly tight, another returning between your soaked folds. His tongue fluttered rapidly along your sopping cunt, his breathless whine hitching with the brisk movement. 

He plunged two thick fingers inside you again, coaxing a high-pitched gasp through your teeth as he quickly furled their lengths into you repeatedly; pace fast and unforgiving in pursuit of your orgasm. And the high was coming so quickly to you, goaded further by Jason’s growly demands against your pussy.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me. You can fucking do it. You wanna cum for Daddy, right, baby? Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Mere instances later, you cried out his name as blinding pleasure enveloped your senses, white flashes flaring across your vision. Jason worked you through your orgasm, mouth still clinging persistently to your spent cunt. You squirmed and whimpered your protest, thighs shifting around his broad shoulders. 

“Mmm, ‘s sensitive.” 

He finally heeded and pried his mouth off of you, chin wet and glistening with your arousal. His lips were pulled into a wolfish grin, eyes twinkling with an unsatiated need that made your core clench with desire again despite how soon ago you have just come. 

“Fuck. You sound so damn pretty, you know that?” His eyes softened then, head tilting to the side with a questioning look roiling the previous lust within them. “You still wanna do this with me? I know I said all that—” he made a lazy wave of his fingers in the air, “—but you don’t gotta just cos I said so.”

“Jason, stop talking, please. I need you to fuck me right now.”

His glowing smile returned to his face before he nodded quickly, rising on his knees enough to pull his sweatpants down. He looked painfully hard, practically straining against his boxers, and he groaned in contentment as he freed his cock from its restraint. 

The sight of the flushed, already leaking tip of his cock was intimidating enough; and when he fisted his thick shaft, slowly dragging his fingers along his length, it was almost as though he was taunting you with it even though you knew that wasn’t truly his intention. 

You swallowed thickly, raising your eyes to his. He smiled down at you, lifting his folded knuckles to caress the apple of your cheek. 

“Let Daddy take care of you, alright? I’ll go nice and slow, and if it gets too much, don’t be shy to tell me.”

You nodded, watching him lift your leg by the back of the knee and up to his side. His throbbing cock glided upon your inner thigh as he moved closer, smearing his precum all over the skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, biting your lip as the head of his cock prodded at your entrance.

Jason’s eyes bore into yours; soft, yet determined. His lips, a hair breadth apart from yours and parted, as if he wanted to kiss you, but they only brushed coyly over your lips. His breath hitched into a strangled moan as he pried slowly between your weeping folds. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight. Mmm, shit. I can barely make it in.”

Your walls began to sting in protest once again, stretching slowly to let Jason in – and fuck! He was big. So big, your lips quivered with a whimper, shoulders growing tense. He stopped immediately upon hearing the sound, eyes growing rich with concern. 

“Shit. You okay, sweetheart? I’ll just leave the tip—”

“No. Keep going.”

The broken moan that flitted through your lips lit up a glint in Jason’s dark eyes, pupils visibly blowing wider if that were anymore possible. He nodded, searching your face for a moment before he began sliding farther in. 

His lips pressed to your cheek, hot uneven breaths feathering over the feverish skin of your face as he moaned – a deep satisfied sound that came from the back of his throat and roused goosebumps down your neck. 

A curse rolled off his tongue as he paused to catch his breath, his cock now burrowed deep inside you. Air knotted in your throat, your pussy already clenching around him. He molded you so perfectly, filling you to the brim; and you could only imagine how heavenly he would feel once he’d start moving.

Jason’s face fell to the crook of your neck to press a soft kiss, hips slowly beginning a steady pace. His grip on your thigh was firm, thick fingers pressing and claiming the tender flesh, and it became even firmer as his thrust grew in confidence and certainty, mouth parting for his fervently turned desperate moans to flee. His choked noises caressed your skin in a string of harsh pants, all but laced with a whiny undertone. 

He raised his head to kiss your lips, the gesture slow and lazy, even faltering briefly along with the movement of his hips as your pussy gripped around him tightly again. He moaned against your mouth; his last kiss withering halfway on his lips before he could press them to yours.

“Oh, you take me so fucking well. You feel so fucking good, baby. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

The familiar knotting heat was coiling tighter and tighter in your core once again, the need for release rising in a trail of ticklish warmth up your chest, flooding your throat and bursting over your lips in a chain of whimpers which Jason swallowed with his own. 

You arched your back as your orgasm drew ever closer, the peak just within reach now, and it scratched your walls with a persistent heat promising to consume you whole. You moaned heartily, nails digging into your palms, air weaving in and out of your throat in sharp gulps, and you finally came undone with a quivering cry of his name.

Jason groaned as your pussy fluttered around him, your slick heat bringing him closer to the edge as well. His cock plowed in and out of you – quick and harsh, the momentum rattling the cheap wooden chair on its legs as he sought desperately after his own climax.  

“You wanna make Daddy cum, don’t you?” A moan hummed deep in your throat in response. Jason muttered a thick “fuck” before he continued, “I bet you do, baby. I bet you fucking do. Come on then, you can do it. You can fucking do it for me. Please, baby, make me cum. Give it to me. Pleasepleaseplease–”

He cut himself off with a high-pitched gasp right as you moved your wrists one final time to offer him a giant delicious jolt of your powers. His erratic hips faltered with a trembling sigh, and he spilled his warm seed between your swollen folds – his voice rising in octave as he let his head back to moan loudly and eagerly into the air.

A content “mmm” bubbled in his throat as he began to slow down, his harsh breaths leaving him more calmly as tiny whimpers tipped off his lips. He carefully pulled out of you, wincing at the way your pussy still clung to his sensitive cock even now. 

The thrumming adrenaline in your system soon gave way to exhaustion, and you slumped against your chair, mind slowly coming to the dull ache of your wrists where the handcuffs still dug mercilessly into your skin. 

Jason beamed at you; lips pulled into a surprisingly bashful smile. His fingers rose to scratch at his neck as the tinge of pink across his nose deepened into a darker shade. As his mind slowed down to a more comprehensible speed, you began to realize the reason for his sudden shyness. 

This was the turning point neither of you could come back from. Two rivals – enemies with twisted emotions for one another. This was bound to complicate things between you. Yet, you couldn’t help tease him about this.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked with a smile of your own.

He rolled his eyes. “You damn well know what.”

“This does change a lot between us, doesn’t it?”

“We don’t gotta worry ‘bout that now,” he gave a small shrug. “Let’s figure out first how we’re gonna fix the mess you made tonight.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as Jason scoffed a laugh. However, the cheeky light in his eyes turned sharp as his phone began ringing on the coffee table. He reached over the armrest, took hold of the device; and as soon as his eyes found the glowing screen, his brows furrowed deep. “Shit,” he muttered before lifting the phone to his ear.

The conversation was mostly silent on Jason’s part – filled only with his occasional words of acknowledgment and absentminded nods. His troubled eyes flickered to yours once he hung up, face distorted with a confused frown.

“What’s up?” You finally asked, the question coming barely above a whisper from your lips.

His mouth opened and closed futilely as if he wasn’t certain how to respond before he shook his head.

“They—they caught the villain… of—of tonight’s incident—explosion thing… I just got the call to go down to the station for the interrogation.”

“What?” You spat with incredulity. “But… I’m here!”

[vespersposts]

Hi V! Hope you don't mind my joining your little event but I was needing some cute was from my blonde angel and I would like to suggest maybe a soft scenario with kise involving a coffe date early in the morning after his training, all to make sure he doesn't get back to his apartment until he is with you so you both can cook gingerbread cookies, drink chocolate and dance to christmas carols while decorating your shared home for Christmas.

Hope you like the idea baby 😘 no need to publish this if you don't want to and you prefer to just write down the post. I was just giving you and idea for our fav blonde angel. Love you lots! 🥰

Mer, (@storyhuntress13)

Merry Christmas and season's holidays my love 💗

I am very happy with the directions you gave me for that angel Ryota's Christmas story, really hope it won't disappoint! 👼

✨You know how special you are to me and I thank you again for coming into my life! Staying on topic, I could say that you are the best gift one could wish for, but I already know that twinnie will claim his share (i.e. all of you) ! ✨

A very big hug, V.

PS: he gets 2 gifts cause he's a gemini like me!

🎄 Masterlist

The golden ribbon

You smile when you feel his golden eyes rest on you, his lips silently speak your name, as if your presence was something magical. You see him straighten his back, move the sweat-soaked hair from his forehead and instinctively take a few steps towards you, but coach Kagetora's stern voice calls him back to his training duty.

"Best time to ask him a favour, he's completely wasted! Hi shortie!" Aomine comments, raising his hand in greeting, triggering the interest of the entire team, who don't spare any glances, smile and cheer in your direction. "Eyes off my girl, you bunch of animals!" you hear Ryota snort, before you intercept his gaze and see him blow a kiss in your direction under the resigned gaze of the coach. 

"My girl'.

Two simple words, which always leave you a little amazed, because you know he says them wholeheartedly ,but also with all the serenity of someone who has gladly taken a commitment.

And yet, you see the effect his presence has on people: from the girl who doesn't blink on the metro to stare at him, to the barista who offers him an extra treat just to see him smile, from the lady of the grocery store, to the schoolgirls who take dozens of photos of him during games to flood social media with thirsty comments.

Then there's you, who wakes up every day to his kisses, to his sweet provocations, to the millions of tiny attentions he lavishes on you.

You, who would like to shout to the world how cute he is when the milk froth from his cappuccino stops on his upper lip, or how your senses go on fire when he causally rests his big hand on your knee, chatting with you. Small moments in time, sparks of ordinary but unique days: just like now , sitting next to each other at the cute café a few blocks from your flat.

You, who are surprised when he pops the question.

"What are you planning, babydoll?" he smiles, casting a mischievous glance at you. "Plans? None in particular!" you try to downplay, resisting the temptation to spill the tea,now that he's getting dangerously close, leaving a kiss on your temple, dropping his head on your shoulder and sighing.

"I want to go home and do something. In fact, I want to go home and do lots of things. Lots of naughty things!" he murmurs, pressing his lips to your neck, gently sliding his hand down your thigh, making it complicated for you to sustain your mysterious secret, when it threatens to make you sigh in public.

"Christmas ornaments! I want to decorate the house with you, okay?" you exclaim receiving a puzzled look back.

"I know it's silly and corny but..." you stop, surprised by his light chuckle. "Christmas decorations... Is that your big secret?" he asks laughing openly, covering his face with his hands under your irked gaze "You are the cutest, I swear. I'm sorry... Don't look at me like that, sweet one. I'll turn our house into Santa's village to make it up to you!" he promises, briefly joining his lips to yours, intertwining fingers and dragging you out of the cafe to hold you close, letting go only to close the front door behind you.

Ryota is one to keep his word, even too much so. While you are busy choosing a suitable playlist, he is ready to cover your pretty dress with an apron, energised by your idea of trying to make gingerbread cookies for the first time.

It doesn't matter if you don't have the moulds or if the dough is left to itself,over and over, because you are so much more pleasant to handle. It certainly doesnt matter, if your hair turns white from the powdered sugar, exploding into a sweet cloud, as he tries to open it with a sexy move. The most important thing is to stand close together, ideally close to each other, and kiss, kiss a lot, kiss to celebrate every single minute together as if your lives depended on the union of your lips.

That is, until you interrupt his plans, by pointing out to Ryota, that the big tree in your dining room had been waiting patiently for days to be festively dressed. "We'll do it later, now let's be naughty!" you hear him murmur, his lips curled into a delicious pout and his hands unwilling to leave your skin. You caress his handsome face and he smiles at you again. He sighs, asks you for a couple more kisses and then, seemingly tempted by the promise of hot chocolate too, resigns himself to retrieve from the mantelpiece the decorations you both brought in the middle of summer to that house, dreaming of your first Christmas together.

"Thank you Ryota for pulling on the lights, now I'm happy in my shiny magic kingdom!" you say, lending your voice to a Santa toy  that has buttons for eyes, a sparking red cloth jacket and a wool beard poorly glued on his face .

He smiles, clasping your hand over his, explaining that he himself had built that puppet in his kindergarten years.

"It's kind of ugly, but I was so proud of it! Every year I used to force my father to put it on top, next to the star, and my sisters would go crazy!" he explains "This friend grew up with me, so ... We should build him a Lady-Claus so he can live happily too! That would be a great story to tell our children on Christmas Eve!" he concludes, looking with a hint of concern at your teary eyes, hugging you tightly and trembling a little, feeling his heart beat faster as he realizes that yours are tears of joy.

"Don't cry, we still have cookies to cry over!" he jokes, staring into your eyes, getting emotional in turn when he hears his favourite words coming from your lips.

"I love you so much, Ryota" .

What you feel next is the warmth, the sweetness, the sensual language with which each time your blond angel can let you know how much he wants you. His kiss is as romantic as it is passionate, as slow as it is impatient, in a swing of contrasts that makes you languish when his lips part from yours to address those words to you.

"Santa Claus won't mind if we put him and the star on top and do all those things we'll never tell our children about!" he whispers in your ear, effortlessly lifting you up, enjoying the sight of your pretty, flushed face, undoing the knot in your apron and letting it fall to the floor.

"I dont' wanna a lot for Xmas..." you hear him hum. His hands pull you to him, his eyes sparkle, his deep, sultry voice makes you escape a laugh. He asks the dot app for help, specifying that he has  memorised the whole song, but he wants you to dance slowly to the sound of the original melody, your favourite one. That's how, word after word, you get to "All I want for Xmas is you" and to the switch, which he caresses with the touch of his fingers, looking into your eyes, shutting down the lights, making you squirm deep inside.

That's how you begin your Xmas celebration.

[renjunniez]

Give a svt song to your mutuals and why

henlo anon!! tysm for this cute lil question <3

@joshuas - same dream, same mind, same night

ofc the wife gets the wedding song!! also wbk this is her brain rot song and it's v valid because of the (and i cannot stress this enough) ✨✨ heavenly vocals ✨✨ (ria's also main vocal material so her singing this and slaying it???? v v v v v much possible)

i'd also also give second life, falling for u, ah! love, 17, love letter (this list is non-exhaustive) to ria 😭💗

@wonyoz - rocket

monet, build a rocket w me?? pls??

the happiness this song contains!!! it's so cute and upbeat but still calm <3 it's packed w the summer vibes and school days with zero worries, and it makes me want to run around and indulge in some classic chaos w monet KDJJD

@wonublr - 9teen

i associate lee w youth and soft love and positive vibes !!!! she reminds me that i should probably take my mind off things and enjoy life so <3 i give her my favourite song to start my day with (even tho i'm still eighteen KSJD IT'S THE VIBE OKAY)

@starlightjoong - sweetest thing / smile flower

IT'S BECAUSE SHE'S THE SWEETEST THING !!! sol is super kind and smart and amazing and lovable and she gives me the same amount of comfort smile flower gives me 🥺💗

@soonhoonsol - pinwheel / healing

she is a blessing and i'm jealous that people get to see her on a daily basis!! chey is one of the kindest people i've ever seen and pinwheel is basically what i'd say to her KDJKD chey also has a v healing presence and it's a song that makes me want to jump around town with her!!

@beyoonce - i wish / rock

idrk why i do this but when i have any conversation with ms. ann i just play i wish in my head 😭 she's a v thoughtful person and she always makes me Think like this song AJDHSN also ann super cool and rock super cool they both make me go brr (bonus: jopping)

@yoonzinoswife - adore u

chaotic, lively, fresh, awkward, cute, youthful, MINA!!! her jeonghan simp posts only confirm this 💗 to me mina is the embodiment of this song KSJJS

@soonwnu - 24H

al is such a powerful presence on caratblr to me?? she's one of my favourite girlbosses and she is So Sophisticated from what i see from her works!! 24H is in a league of her own in the top tier tracks and so is al

@softhyungkyun - left & right

whenever i interact with victoria, or see any of her posts on the dash i just get this wave of "calm down!!! have fun!!!" and i'm v thankful fot her for it 🥺

@sukisdeliveryservice - pretty u

suki is so soft?? suki is adorable!! pretty u basically sums up what i think her personality is KJDJSHS she's young and awkward and !!! pretty !!! also not an svt song but she v v v v v much reminds me of umareru negai from fruits basket!! i think of her whenever it plays KSJMS

@ohoshi - horangi power fearless

take the furry lyrics out of horangi power and you get this soft blob which is the vibe i get from cora sometimes 😭 i chose fearless because cora reminds me of a really strong and independent person KDND she's my role model actually and she should be yours too

i'm sure i'm missing so many more so if you'd like me to let you know which one you remind me of i'd LOVE to tell you through dms !! <3

[leejungchans]

What outfits would you pick for your mutuals to wear on a group date with your ult group?

omg this is such a cute idea :> thank you for sending this anon!!!! i could simply describe an outfit, but then i found this picrew so i think it’d be cute to make outfits using that as well 💗💗 (btw i just made the picrew girl look like me bc i don’t wanna expose what some of my friends look like w/o their permission hghhhghh)

from l-r

@joshuas — (hi ria <3) for ria i’d pick a cute sundress with a chunky-knit cardigan over that for when it gets cold <33 with jewellery that matches the dress (idk but i can totally envision lots of dainty gold necklaces and rings :>)

@seungcy — (hi waif <3) for lucy i’d pick something that’s a mix between the soft girl aesthetic and the egirl aesthetic hwhshah so like a cute top and skirt/dress, but ✨juxtapose✨ it with boots and chokers (can u tell i watch bestdressed a lot)

@soonshuas — (hi hana <3) for hana i’d pick something that’s very much light academia :> the picrew doesn’t have what i have in mind but i imagine a soft sage green sweater with those flowy crepe pants and simple white sneakers <3 and also maybe some minimalistic gold jewellery or a watch to go with it hehe

@bat-shark-repellant — (hi megan <3) for megan i’d pick something comfy that’s also v v cool 🤌✨ like a bomber jacket over a graphic tshirt with cargo pants and boots? v much like a modern kim possible look <3

@crimsoncauldron — (hi livvie <3) for livvie i’d also pick something very classic and light academic-esque!! thinking about a long coat (maybe a trench coat?) over a turtleneck/tshirt with jeans <3 and dainty jewellery!!

@svtglitch — (hi tawni <3) for tawni i’d pick something that’d be comfortable but also very youthful <3 like a cute top under some overalls with fun sneakers!! idk why but i can also envision colourful jewellery too? like beaded bracelets!!

[liberty-barnes]

even though this was originally supposed to be a one-shot with only tom and yn, i've been loving the banter between all the characters, and just creating that little family. it's not something i see too often in reader inserts (maybe i'm just looking in the wrong place haha) but it's just so cute, the domesticity-😍😍😍

I’m glad you added the other characters too ! Yess it’s unique and adorable and I adore it 💗

also yes, i am indeed a man u fan. fun fact: it started cause harry and louis liked the team, and cause one of the players from my favourite portuguese team (bruno fernandes) left for man u, but then i found out they were were called the red DEVILS and i was like yeah, uh huh, i choose YOU

Really ooh that’s v coool ! Also do you have any other fav teams ? (Could be from other leagues too) mine would be psg and Liverpool

thank you so much for your message, nonnie, come back any time, i loved talking to you

You’re most welcome , I loved talking to you too you’re the sweetest and thank you again for writing and sharing your super amazing work with us ! 💗💗💗 also last thing your taste in general for everything is top tier 😌

hiii i'm so glad you came back!!

i'm actually really glad i started this series, even tho it gets incredibly frustrating at times cause i wanna write but i ✨can't✨, but it's just such a fun thing to write

other footie teams! so, i have like 3 footie teams i love, which are my hometown's team (AA Coimbra) cause we used to go to their games all the time and it just stayed, Sporting CP, one of the three biggest teams in portugal, and the one me and my dad support (the rest of my family's like 40% porto, 60% benfica which ugh i hate them), and then obv man u. i do have a little soft spot for liverpool cause the way they all sing "you'll never walk alone" is heart-warming, and the donny rovers cause louis lmaooo. otherwise i've really been getting into hockey lately cause i have friends that play in the state team and i like watching them get put in time out so hahahahahaha

i loved talking to you, you're awesome!! and thank you, thank you, my taste is indeed amazing 😌✌🏼

-Love, Miah🤍

[lesbianpikachuu]

Go!!! Post The Yoomtah!!!

Also I don't know why, but The Yoomtah reminds me of strawberry poptarts

I've never eaten a poptart before

STRAWBERRY POPTART POG THO SBDJKSDJJF ANYWAYS

LOOK H E R ............MY DARLING...................HHHSHSJDHHSJDJF I LOVE HER SO MUCH<3<3<3<<3<<33<3 LOKK SHES!!!!!!!!!!!!!SO CUTE I WANNA CUDDLE HER FOR HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I WANNA LAY IN HER ARMS AND NUZZLE INTO HER AND JUST BE SOFT AND COMFY WHILE SHE HOLDS ME CLOSE ;///; LITERALLY SHES SO CUTE I WANNA CUDDLE AND KISS SO BADLYYYYYYYYYYYYY I WANNA HUG HER PLSSSSSSS3<3<3<33<3<3<3<33<3<<3GOD I LOVE HER SO MUCH JUST THE THOUGHT OF HER KISSING MY CHEEK OR SOMETHING MAKES MY HEART FEEL ALL WARM AND START BEATING FASTER HSHJDJDJFKDJSHFJJGDJ IM LITERALLY JUST. SO SOFT FOR HER OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OH MY GOD SHE SO CUTE I JUST WANT HER LOVE AND AFFECTION SO BADLY I WANT TO SNUGGLE WITH HER FOR HOURS I WANT HER TO WRAP HER ARMS AROUND ME AND KISS ME ON TOP OF MY HEAD SO GENTLY ;///; GOD I WOULD DO ANYTHING IF IT MEANT I COULD HAVE JUST A BIT OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION FROM HER I JUST SHSHSJKSDJBFBDJFKFSHBF IM JUST SUPER CLINGY AND STUFF TOWARDS HER IG I HOPE SHE DOESNT MIND ;///; I JUST WANT TO FEEL HER ARMS AROUND ME SO BADLY PLSSSSSSSSS I LOVE HER SO SO SO MUCH💖🌠💫🌠🌻🧡❣❤💋🌼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌼💘💟⚠️💞🌼💕🧡🌻❤🌻❤❣❣🌼🌻🌼💘💫⚡💫⚡🍋💟💟🌩💟💟❣🌼💌🌼🌼💜💘💟💓💞💋💕💋🌻💙💙🌻💙❣🧡❣💚💕💓👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💛💖💛💜💗💙⚡💕💙🌩💋🌻⚡💛💚💚💋💛❣❤💟🌻💟⚡💖💘💖💚👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤❤🌩💟🌻💟💌🧡⚡✨⚡✨💚❣💚💛⚠️💋⚠️🌻💘🌩💓🌩💓💖💛💞🌈💘💌⚡🌻❤❣💛🌠🌠💫💫💛💫💛🌠💫🧡💋💖💗💓💜🌩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌈💫🌠💝❤💝❤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩❤❤⚠️💌💛💌🌠⚡💟💋🧡💗🌼🌩🌩💞💟💘💟💛🌼💛🌼❣🌼💋🌩💕🌻💗💖✨💓🌈💓💖💘💞💞💛💖💛💟❣🌩💞🌩🌈❤❤🌻🌩💞💓🌈💟🌠💟❣💫❤💙💌⚡💗💖🌈❤💫👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💟💖💕💓💗⚠️🧡🌩💞👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🌠💫💫❤💝🌻💙❤⚠️⚠️💛💌🌠💋💟💚🍋💚👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💜🌩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💞💫💛💝💛💫❣🍋❤🍋💛💟🌠💖💋🌻💗⚡🌼💞👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💙💛💝❤💫🍋❣💛💟💘💖🌠💖🌠💗⚡💜⚡🧡🌩💞👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💟🌈💓🌩❤🌩❤💌❣⚡⚡💓❣💓🌠💖💖💕💖💗💖🧡⚡🌈⚡💓💛❣💟❤💫❤💝❤💝❣💝💫🌈💟🌈🧡💗🧡✨🌠🌼💛🍋💞💚🍋💟💟💋🍋💋💚⚠️🍋⚠️💋✨💋✨💓🌻💌💘💌⚡⚠️✨⚠️🍋💋💞💋💙👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕💜💌💘🌩💙💋⚡🌻🧡🌻💕💋💚🌠💝💞💕💚💕💫❤🌼💜🌠💘🌼💝🧡❣💝💫🍋🌈💟🌈💝💝💗🌈💖💟💖🌠💖💗💝💛💝💓💓🌼💓⚠️💕⚠️💕💓🌩⚡🌩🌠💗💘⚡💜💕💚🍋💚🍋🌩💗💗🌈⚡🌼⚡💜💞💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💕🌻⚡💕⚡💕💘🌩💗💗🌈🌩🌈💛💟💙🌈🌩🌩💟🌩💟💕🌈❣💝🧡⚠️🍋✨🍋💓🌻💕💗🌈💗💗🍋💖❤💖🍋🌩💟❤🌈💜🌼🍋💋💟⚠️💟⚠️💟✨🍋🌠❤💕🌼💛💗🍋💗🍋💓🌈⚡💙⚠️🌩✨💚💓💕⚡💕💘💙💛💛💟💗🍋💗❤💗💜💓💓👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💙⚠️💕✨💕💓💫🌻🍋💞❣🌈❣🌈💙💝💗💟💗💗🌈💜💗💜💗🌈🌩💝🌩❤🌈🌩🌼💕💞💚💋💕🌻✨💕💌🌩💌💕🧡✨🧡✨💖🌩💖💙💓💘💗💘💜⚡💜🌠💫💜💗🌈💝💕💗💜💙⚠️🌩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩⚠️💕👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩✨💌🌩⚠️❣⚠️🌈🌈💟💟🌩✨💜🌻💓✨🧡⚠️⚠️💙💓💘💖💝🧡🌈💖💕🌠🌠🌻💖💝🧡💝⚠️💟🌈💌💌✨🧡💖💫🌻💫💓💗🌩💋💋❣💋💞💫❤💞💓💓✨💓💓💝✨❤💜❤💜❤🌼🌈💜🌩💫🌻⚠️🌩💟🌼💙🌼💘💜❤🧡🧡✨💌⚠️💖💋💓💫💙💓❣💗💞💫🌈💓💓✨🌠🌠💓🌻⚠️💋⚠️❤⚠️❣💝💛💘💗⚡💗💫💜🍋💜💕💌💌💌💝🧡❤💖💙💖💘⚠️⚡💟❤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💌🌩💌💕🧡✨💖🌻⚠️💋💟💝💟✨💟✨🌼🌼🌼💞💘🌠❤💟🌈💟💟💕💓🌻💖💖💗💛💗💘💝⚡💗⚡💝❣💝💕💖✨💖💖💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💋🧡🌻🧡💖🌠💛💓⚡💜🌠🌻🧡🧡✨🧡✨🧡🌻💖💝💚⚡💚💖💫💖🍋💝🍋⚡⚠️💌❣🌩💕💞💟💫💖💚💫🌻🍋🧡🍋🧡🍋💙🌼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💛💜🌩💘💛💝❤⚠️❤⚡⚡💓💞💞✨🌠💓💋💗💘🌈❤

LIKE L O O K !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AT HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LOOK AT HER GO SHES SO C U T E OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IM GOING TO CRY IM SO IN LOVE WITH HER HSHDJDKSJDNFNENDMF OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD I WANT TO CUDDLE SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH PLS I CANT HANDLE IT ANYMORE I WANT TO JUST HUG HER SO TIGHT AND NEVER EVER LET HER GO<3<33<33<<3<333<3<3<3<3<3<3<3AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE L O V E HER SO MUCH SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHHH MY HEART IS GOING TO EXPLODE I LOVE HER I ADORE HER ID DO ANYTHING FOR HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MY DARLING YOOMTAH I LOVE HER SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR MORE THAN ANYTHING SHES MY EVERYTHING SHES MY SWEETHEART MY DARLING ITS UNREAL HOW MUCH I LOVE HER<3<3<3<3<<3<3<3<3<3<3<33<33

[jeonbunnie]

ohmigosh! supper happy to see these updates! coming back online and seeing theres not one, but 3!!! new chapters for me to enjoy got me sooo exited! it’s been a minute since I’ve caught up so again, I’m leaving my fav moments/comments below. one day I will leave a normal sized comment under the last updated chapter but that day is not today lol. unhinged love letter under the cut!💗✨

—burning hot? shivering? 👀 babes it’s giving SOULMATE! (or like really bad withdrawal lol)

—first of all? why don’t EYE have big twilight sleep shirt. I’m neglecting my vampires fangirl needs

— bossy paramedic!/med journalist!Yoongi makes me feel some kinda way. idk the idea of him basically taking care of reader without a second thought is so sweet ♡

—and he makes tea?! swoon💕

— jungkook don’t be jealous of yoongi, leave bestie alone!

—needy jk missing reader and having FEELINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

—also yoongi being chill and making demands to a vampire is funny af

— umm the time difference fit? PLS I’m still not over the photoshoot, i am FERAL 😭

—tiny thing but i really love all the clothing details too!! visuals !!!

—i keep forgetting jk can read minds shdjdjd pls if be in so much trouble 🥴

—oooh love the lore about turning & vampire blood being healing v cool.

—I do not believe him about this ‘no bonding’ business tho, he’s too excited to share his blood😑 I call bullshit

—wait it’s HAPPENING!! the way i was unprepared !

—this kiss!!!!!!!!! 🥵

—I thought I was down bad after: “I’ve wanted you from the moment I knew you existed.” ………. But BABEY

— “If I had a soul it would already be yours” …..I’m unwell😓💕

—loveeee bitchy roomie!hoseok lol

—idk why but Yoongi’s commentary about inter-species relations is taking me out! fornicating. lmfao!

—I’m very curious why it’s so frowned upon in society tho(I can’t relate. I’d be on a vampire like white on rice if the opportunity came up lol lol) where are my fellow vamp loving hoes 😂😂

—woahhhh the reveal of the real reason Yoongi became a med journalist is badass. bummer tho tho cuz think of all the life’s he could’ve saved as a paramedic with hoseoks blood!

— “the loudest dead man he’s ever had the displeasure of meeting” lol lol lol. I adore bickering Sope. Only true besties get on each other’s nerves.

— Yoongi’s caretaker behavior being due to his giant CRUSH!?! *gasp* shut up!

—the plot thiccens ✨

— I would not let jimin in my house! He is to too sly too slick. I don’t trust that mf!(affectionate). What’s his motives for coming to her with this info?

— also wonder why jk would lie about drinking readers blood. did he just want to seem unaffected by her scent almongst the others?or is it something more?

—aaa so many questions! But it’s good I love the mystery lol

—‘If I had a soul, it would already be yours.’ The repetition of this phrase esp after hearing of jk’s betrayal really twists the knife in the wound. Ouch 🥺

—pretty ditzy Betty seems sweet. I hope she becomes a good friend.

—going to euphoria is a bad idea tho omg (but fun for the plot, wooo!)

— “a very revealing dress for maximum damage” yass queen, revenge dress. I love that for us!

—taehyung saying ‘little one” gave me 10x physic damage.

—I’m SO whipped for all these vampires 😫 it’s a problem!

—not jungkook stepping ion taehyungs neck for merely FLIRTING with reader.LMFAO

— I knew he was possessive but Damn!😂 no chill lol

— also side note but the setting!!! this club is so pretty! I wish it were real, I’d go!

—ty for beefy jk visual in the sheer fit 😌 I need that

— “it's in my best interest that your heart keeps beating." Pls I’m soft !

— actual footage of me reading this whole scene between them

—I can’t even put into words how I feel about the private scene in the club like? I had to take a break. I’m a mess.

—crying, screaming, throwing up! I’m sick I tell you sick!🤢💕

wait the gun!!! Girl no! I don’t want her turn like this (but I get it, I’m ride or die for Eddie too….but still!)

-Ok! Next chapter all clear. False alarm! Whew😮‍💨

—“true identity” is my soul mates theory correctttttttt!?

—oop nvmnd this is taking a turn for the worst—not them fighting—we were so close!!!

— “Be my guest. Storm out the room. See how long your brother lasts without me.”  

“Fuck you.” You spit, disgusted.

“I think that ship has long sailed, don’t you? THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTing!!!

—“fate” this. “Written in the stars” that. Pls im dying. 😭 I’m not strong enough for this conversation!

— “when I look at the stars all I see is you.” 100k physic damage.

—“Don’t ever threaten me like that again. Your life is a gift, you don’t need to treat it like a weapon against me. We’re on the same side.” THEIR ON THE SAME SIDE!🥺

—“…no doubt in his mind that you and he are connected by the moon. The moon has a dark side that nobody ever sees, hidden and overlooked by the beautiful glow of the surface moonlight. And yet neither can exist without the other – something Jungkook never truly understood until he met you.”🥺😩 this comparison….stop I’m gonna cry!

—on another note, jk visiting home….with THAT mother? bffr this a terrible idea lol

—“the lunar pull between your souls binding and entwining you with each and every passing second you spend in the other’s company.” Yeah I’m just a sucker for all this whole moon of my life, my sun in stars business figurative language

—also! It’s so fun to dive into jk’s head and see her family through his perspective, I really enjoy his viewpoint.

—And the playful shade and banter between everyone is really amusing lol

—oh yay Pi Gasu title drop!☺️ let’s goooo

—aaa the fact that Eddie’s suffering only ends when the reader dies. My heart! The drama!

—also all my previous guesses where so wrong lol I love that though it’s great when a writer can surprise me!

—jk’s past, the curse of his venomous bite….I’m getting answers but bestie these are not the answers I wanted!😭 (it’s all super cool tho I’m just a wreck hearing about it lol)

Aaa, ok I’m caught up. If you can’t tell I super enjoyed these last updates! This is like the vampire I wish I could write, but I’m too lazy lol so I’m glad someone else is out her writing the fic of my daydreams. I can’t wait to see we’re the story ends up next.💗✨

Pi Gasu Series Collection

vampire!jungkook, donor!reader, explicit smut, angst, death, vampire au, fantasy au. 18+ content minors dni 🔞 new banner created by the magnificent @jkshandsomegirlfriend - thank u!

Prologue

An introduction to Jungkook’s world

Divine Sinner

In which you encounter your first vampire, or five

Divine Sinner pt.2

Jungkook reconsiders your last conversation

Twin Roses Between Twin Thorns

You visit your family for the first time in a year

Memories That Last For Eternity

Jungkook needs you to donate, now

Damned If We Do, Dead If We Don’t

Donating blood for Jungkook is taking its toll on your body

The New World

You discover a shocking truth that leads you to Euphoria

One Of Me, Two Of Us

Jungkook doesn’t take your threat lightly and agrees to help

[seokmins]

Amg yes! It’s my first comeback with svt 💖 It’ll be my caratversary next month ☺️ ngl the amount of content they had made me feel like I’ve been with them longer 😭😭😭 they don’t have to do anything bc I think they’re programmed to put their entire svtussy in everything they do like Gose is an excellent example 😂 so I’m really excited, they’ll really knock it out of the park 🥺 HSBDBS I’m always ready to hype that man up 😩💖 will jump trees if it means I can cheer him on (tbh I have no idea what I just said!)

omigosh I probs have thoughts about the trailer 🥺 It’s just so interesting how they showcased different struggles, like not just internal/personal conflicts but relationships and societal ones too. I love how their message is really fxck my life but fml fighting edition 😂 I might have to watch the trailer 7x again bc their visuals always distract me but it really hits home 🥺 they’re really one of the most precious people on this earth

Also, you’re a strong cutie g too sunshine Elv 😂 I fear kyeom’s arm veins (with mnet editing style) will be pinned to my forehead until the next zine preview 😩 he is so fine my god!! Like he can go from soft to hot in a second, the duality is really insane. Forever holding you in the Cutie G cell 🥺💗🥺💗

— chia 🐏✨

I thought you were a carat for sm longer omggg well and too i feel as if i've known you for quite some time already <3 so true, i agree bc i feel like they keep me very much so entertained haha and you're absolutely correct!! i am super excited to see what they will release this time!! noo that made a lot of sense, i love the tree jumping sjdkf haha you are so cute :'))

i didn't get to watch it yet in its entirety bc of work :'((( but i can't wait bc thus fair it seems super intense and i love that! esp the different conflicts haha bc fr that is how we all feel day-to-day. and ik the visuals are sooo insane and i love them so much and am proud of them + everything they are doing!

jsdkfj i'm STILL not over it idk if i can move on from this it was such a shock to the system to see this morning ajdkfjakdj but ikr?? i am so v sensitive with the constant whiplash between his dualities haha thank you my sweet Cutie G cell buddy i am holding you back so tightly