#please reach out for plotting ofc

[grimmsbride]

▒ ❀ ̭͡⠀ ❛Blackout. Mohawk! Mark

summary.. you thought you had found some alone time with you, and your mighty little vibrator. but of course, all fun is always short-lived

tags.. canon-divergence (i have never written for mark or any of his variants nor have i read the comics, so, mohawk will be a little ooc and i apologize for that. also this ofc doesn’t really follow the plot of his dimension) / rough sex / overstimulation / he’s lowkey a dick / multiple orgasms / lowkey pain kink / reader is into everything ofc / light use of pet names / unrealistic descriptions of sex(?) /

authors notes.. i want to start writing for invincible and truthfully this is the first thing that came to mind. between mohawk mark and cap(?) mark, they will be written for the most cause imo they are the finest 😔. also please excuse any typos or grammar mistakes.

The mental checklist cycled through your brain quickly as your eyes peered about your room. Door locked? Check. Music playing from your tv a little too loud? Check. Your fully charged, pretty blue vibrator waiting patiently on your bed? The final and most important check of all. Between work, school, and juggling a relationship with your beloved boyfriend; finding time for self-pleasure was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Of course, most of your sexual needs were satisfied by your partner— however, there was nothing like taking the time to yourself, easing towards your orgasm in solitude.

You tugged the bottoms you wore down, thumbs hooking onto the elastic of your panties in the process. In one fluid motion you tossed them off your body and onto the ground, dropping to your bed back first with excitement brewing deep within your tummy. You reached down for the little vibe, examining the hollow opening that allowed the most perfect suction.

You remembered getting the device randomly one night, even paying extra for expedited shipping— a clear indication of your own desperation.

A finger flicked out to press against the button, holding it for a moment before the little toy revved to life. Little, yet so powerful; varying in several modes that tailored to your needs perfectly.

You always started slow, lowering the vibe to your breast and allowing the suction to flutter over your nipple— it slowly hardening from the attention. Your lips parted, along with your legs, allowing your free hand to lower to your folds, petting the soft skin slowly. A breath escaped as that familiar feeling danced across your body, warming you up inside at a gentle pace.

You spread yourself open, lowering a finger over your bud and slowly rolling it into tight circles. Your hips instinctively caught onto the rhythm, twitching at every special turn of your finger pad on your sensitive clit.

Soon enough you were growing impatient, knowing at any moment family could knock at your door for some random inconvenience. With that said, you lifted the toy from your breast, lowering it down between your legs. It always took a moment for you to align the hole with your clit, eyes squinting as if trying to visualize the perfect angle.

But the moment you got it, the moment you felt those delicious vibrations right against your sensitive bud, you let out the softest moan, legs opening more as the pleasure grew.

Your finger pressed into the button, amping the power up to its second level, strong vibrations thrumming right against your clit. Your legs began to squeeze shut, hurried breaths falling from your lips as you began to etch closer to your orgasm.

You wanted to personally thank whoever thought of vibrators. As pathetic as that sounded..

Your head knocked back against your pillows, the tightening cord in your stomach nearly snapping when a familiar sound entered your ears.

“Babe, oh man— I gotta tell you what this gu—..”

In a flash you felt that pleasure melt from your body, your eyes peering open to spot your one and only Markus Grayson standing in your bedroom in all his glory. His glory being that godforsaken supersuit and the stupidest grin on his features.

Which only seemed to deepen the moment his eyes trailed down your body.

Curse you for forgetting to close and lock your window.

“What’s this?.. Having fun without me?”

You opened your mouth to speak, yelping as wind flew past you far too quickly. Mark was a blur for a moment before he stood still beside your bed, currently inspecting something in his hand.

You quickly realized that it was your vibrator, under his inspection.

“The fuck is this..”

“It’s—“ You moved to your knees, reaching out for it, only for him to hold his hand higher, cackling to himself. You gave an aggravated huff, hands dropping to your thighs.

“— a vibrator.. It’s a vibrator.” You murmured, trying to ignore the tinge of shame invading your form. Of course, the two of you have talked about masturbation, but toys were a different story. You’ve heard plenty of horror tales of men growing angry at their women for using them in the first place.

All that ego man stuff.. blah, blah, blah. And as much as you loved Mark, he was a man.. with a ridiculously big ego.

Your eyes slowly trailed up his body back to his face, watching the way an unrecognizable glint developed in his dark eyes. His gloved fingers tapped against the toy, fiddling with the settings, turning it off and on completely.

“A vibrator huh?..” Mark hummed, more to himself than you, gaze switching between the vibe and your features for a moment before a devious smirk pulled his lips.

Before you could think Mark was moving closer, using a hand to push you back onto the bed whilst the other went for your legs, tugging them open.

“Let me try.” The grin on his face deepened, reaching down with the toy towards your center. Clumsily, he forced the hole upon your swollen clit, eyes flicking back to your features as he amped up the vibrator.

Your hands clenched, lips parting once more to release a sharp moan. You weren’t alone anymore, released from the mercy of slowly building yourself up. No, Mark had selected one of the highest setting without a care, pressing it right against your already sensitive clit. Your legs threatened to close, hands falling to the bed and gripping your bedsheets tight.

“Ma—mark.. baby please— turn it down..” You whined out, gasping the moment you felt him twist the toy a little, the vibrations hitting your swollen bud at a different angle. Droplets of arousal trickled from your hole that fluttered around nothing, sliding down to your taint.

“Aww.. can someone not handle the little toy?” Mark mocked, twisting the little machine once again and giggling to himself at the high-pitched moans that escaped you. He rose himself high, face hovering close to your own whilst resting on a forearm.

“C’mon baby, you’ve had bigger! Don’t wimp out on me now.”

You couldn’t even dare to reply, far too focused on that band ready to snap in your stomach. Struggled gasps and moans continued to escape, as your legs tightened around his arm— as if trying to decide to push him away or keep him there.

Your decision was null the moment you came, hips rising into the air as you made a mess of his hand and your beloved toy. Your stomach ached, clit feeling raw from all the attention. Your body rested back onto your bed, attempting to calm yourself after your release.

Only to realize the vibrator was still stuck securely to your clit, not having moved an inch despite your orgasm.

You quickly back to fuss, reaching down at your partner’s wrist whilst a strangled, “Ma—mark, let me breathe..” escaped you.

But he didn’t budge, even pulling himself back to his haunches, keeping his one hand steady on the toy whilst the other went for your wrists, securing them into a tight single-handled hold right against your stomach.

“Oh, [Name], I’m not done. I wanna see what else this little thing can do.”

With two more presses, the vibrator was now thrumming at its highest setting, the sound of it on your sloppy cunt nearly echoing over your music— second to the whines and moans that you released.

Your mind was going blank, the pleasure teetering between bliss and pain in one fluid motion. Unlike the Viltrumite before you, you were only human— your stamina not being able to keep up at all. It was growing torturous the longer the toy played at your clit, yet you couldn’t escape. Even as you attempted to move your hands, Mark wasn’t budging an inch— nor was he fazed by the twitching of your legs, eyes so trained on your pussy he was currently tormenting.

It’s not as if Mark had an issue with you using the toy. Not at all, he found it quite amusing actually; you attempting to find pleasure in such a measly device— that couldn’t even began to compare to him at all. It was truly entertaining watching you struggle to keep yourself together, your moans and cries for mercy music to his ears after an already eventful day.

The man had things to share with you, like some idiot that tried to attack him from behind— however that could wait, until after he was satisfied with examining the limits of this little device.

“Such a fucking mess, you’re ruining my gloves, babe.” As cocky as ever, voice clear and loud so you could hear through the blur of your mind. You wanted to cuss at him, maybe tell him to fuck off and wipe that little smirk off his face. But you couldn’t— physically anyway, given any words were turning to jumbled mush that the man couldn’t make out.

Mark even had the nerve to tilt his head, pushing his ear a little closer towards you.

“Huh? What? You say something— I couldn’t hear it over all that moaning and whining of my name.”

If your hands were free you would smack him, but now you could only whine louder, trying your best at an annoyed pout, eyebrows clenched close together.

Mark quickly caught on, laughing to himself as he slowly moved the vibrator in circles on your clit, watching that anger dissolve from your face so quickly. Your eyes were glossy at this point, even rolling back to meet your skull as the pleasure thundered through your body.

And as quickly as it started, your second orgasm came even quicker; erupting from your body in shaky spasms. Your voice was etching on hoarse at this point, seeing white for a moment as you came undone so harshly it began to ache.

Your lover let out a boisterous sound, eyes trained on your messy cunt, your arousal trailing down to the bed, making a little pool of slick.

You panted heavily, struggling to keep your eyes open as they slowly lifted to Mark.

“Mark..” You were able to release, attempting to move your arms again, only to feel his hold tighten. You cried out, wiggling about in desperation.

“Ma—mark! Turn it off— fuck!” Tears of overstimulation were threatening to spill at this point, and in one swift motion you somehow were able to flip onto your stomach, scooting away from the man quickly.

Your face pressed against the bed for a moment, before turning to the side, releasing heavy breaths as your heart pounded against your chest. So focused on calming down, you couldn’t hear anything behind you at all.

Not the sound of Mark chuckling to himself.. his hands moving against his body, or even his clothes falling to your carpeted floor.

You hadn’t realized a thing until a familar hand was locking around your ankle, basically dragging you towards the edge of the bed and up onto your knees.

You rose to your hands, mouth open and ready to practically yell at him until you felt two things. His length prodding at your entrance, and that blasted toy finding your abused clit once again.

In one swift motion Mark was thrusting inside, leaving you unable to adjust with the vibrations buzzing against your swollen bud. Your hands nearly give out, nails digging into the fabric as tears began to stream down your chubby cheeks.

You could no longer form a single coherent sentence, voice switching between hurried gasps and a mush of his name, tangled with the loudest moans. Soon enough you felt his hips move, a bruising pace being set inside you, with little care for your overly sensitive pussy.

You felt Mark move, coming to rest his chest against your back whilst wrapping his arm around your body, leading his hand to gently grab your face— a completely contrast to how he has been ruining you for the past forty-five minutes.

“What a crybaby.. can’t even think straight can you, huh?” His lips pressed right up against your ear, hips flicking back and forth as he fucked you with no remorse. The corner of his mouth twitched, truly entertained by your reactions. The sweet wails you were releasing, the way your pussy clenched and clenched around his length, and how shaky your entire body was overall.

You sniffled and whined, hearing your love cooe as he slid his thumb over your skin. Once again, the only gentleness he’s shown you since he flew in.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? All this attention you’re getting, greedy little pussy..” Mark began to drill into you, now being the only thing keeping you sitting upright at this point. “Can barely handle me, yet you go out and buy this toy— isn’t that funny, baby? Hm?”

The man spoke to you so easily, fully expecting you to reply to the best of your ability. But you were only releasing whimpers, completely lost to the feeling that flipped between pain and pleasure.

Mark chuckled at this, pressing the toy just a bit harder against you.

“Guess you’re too fucked out to speak, huh?”

That was an understatement, truly. The word itself didn’t exactly describe how you felt. Your entire body was trembling, the two sensations of his dick and your toy eliminating any logical thinking inside your brain. You couldn’t care less about being too loud for your family or even neighbors, no, your entire focus collected into a single point, the orgasm that was rushing towards you extremely fast.

A mix of encouraging words and mockery was being purred right into your ear, followed by quick laughter with every cry you let out. Mark always enjoyed pushing your limits, especially in the bed room.

You were human, sure, but he didn’t care. He simply loved watching you struggle to keep up with anything he did, acting so cruelly only to praise you later on. A never ending cycle that he didn’t plan to change anytime soon.

“Clenching me like a fucking vice, you’re about to come aren’t you?” He questioned, fucking into you so deeply, his tip prodding against that spongy spot that caused stars to intrude your vision. The man listened to your whine, deciding to take it as approval to his previous question.

Mark grinned to himself, pulling back and allowing your body to land on the bed. Instead his free hand gripped your hip lifting you just enough to drill into that same spot perfectly.

“Go on then, come— soak the sheets while you’re at it.”

Your fingers dug into the bed, reduced to babbles as your sheets became soaked from your arousal, sweat, and tears. With blurry vision and muffled hearing you came undone, a prolonged bellow of his name escaping your aching throat. You jerked and jolted, making a mess of his cock and the bed beneath— just like he hoped.

The man’s hand smoothed across your ass, clearly soothing you as those sweet praises from his lips, continuing to chase his own orgasm. Moments passed before his hips stuttered, his load spilling into you, some trickling out from your stuffed hole.

You breathed heavily, feeling your body relax the moment the man pulled out and removed the still buzzing vibrator from your clit. You melted into the bed completely, caring less for the smell of sex and soaked blankets beneath you. Your legs trembled from the aftershocks, eyes closed as you attempted to catch your breath— and with that being your entire focus, you basically jumped out your skin the moment Mark’s hand fell to your thigh.

The man laughed, smoothing his fingers across your heated skin.

“Relax, I’ve finished my little test.. for now.”

“You’re..” You struggled to say, moving your head a little to glance back at your boyfriend. “— such a dick.”

The man grinned back at you, hands gliding up to your ass to grip whilst coming to hover over you, planting a kiss against your shoulder.

“I know. And I’m gonna be an even worse one the moment you catch your breath.”

[s9fti3]

Could you do a 3 sum with Vampire bella and Edward (idk why but vampire bella hits differently she's more brave and cocky😩)

Ofc ofc ofc!!

Warnings; Smut, Poly!Relationship, pnv, overstimulation, wlw, hair pulling, human!reader, no plot really (I’m not good at this!)

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+, MINORS PLEASE DON’T INTERACT!!

Bella had no problem when it came to her controlling herself when it came to you. Edward on the other hand, he still wasn’t used to it- but he could stand you. Now here you are, standing in the shower with Bella in front of you and Edward behind you, slowly entering you as he watched every single one of your reactions from over your shoulder.

You had your head rested in Bella’s neck, gasping at the feeling as you bring your hands up to her scalp, gently pulling at the brown roots. Your chest had been flushed against hers, as Edwards chest was to your back. You were freezing, yet burning at the same time. Their bodies radiated a coolness into you, into your veins. Yet the hot water that was pouring down in your body was saving you from feeling their abnormally cold body temperatures all the way.

“What she thinking?” Bella hums out as she feels you tug at her brown locks. She runs her hands all over your back, soothing whatever feeling that you had. “Thinking about how she wants me to move.” He says to her with a smirk as he slowly starts to move his hips, his hands resting in your waist. He pulls almost all the way out before going inside of you fully again. Whimpering at the feeling, you pick your head up and notice Bella staring at you.

She dipped her head slightly and connected her lips with yours as your body gently swayed with every thrust Edward gave you. She pulled back to watch your expression, not getting to see it for long as you rested your head on her shoulder, letting our small ‘Hmps’ every so often. Her hand had slowly moved down, reaching your clit and slowly drawing circles into it.

If you weren’t being loud before, you sure were now. Your nails dug into her arms, leaving crescent marks from how hard you were holding onto her. “What’s she thinking about now?” Bella asks again, looking at Edward. “I don’t think she has a single coherent thought in her head.” He laughs at you, feeling how you clenched around him. He picked up his pace, watching you tip over the edge, holding onto Bella as you did so.

Edward continued his abuse inside you, watching as you rode out your high before coming back to your senses and feeling them become to much. “Wait, wait!” You say as you lifted your head, only for Edwards free hand to push you head back down onto Bella’s shoulder. He only grunted at the feeling of you tightening around him more. “Bella, t’much!” You whined as you attempted to grab her wrist, trying to pull it away from your aching clit.

“Stop.” She huffs out as she grabs both of your wrists in her free hand, watching as you struggle. “Just take what we give you, alright?” She says to you sweetly as she watches you go over again. Once more, you come back, both shaking and trying to pull away only for Edward to grab your hips and pull you closer to him. “I’m almost there.” He whisperers to you. It took longer for him to get there than humans do, so he tried quickly.

Bella had grabbed Edwards face, pulling him into a kiss as he came undone, filling himself inside you as you were pressed up against both vampires. You knew you weren’t done being used yet, you still had a few more rounds before exhaustion would over come you and Edward and Bella would use each other.

[damn-stark]

hiii!! I was wondering if you could write a hwang Jun Ho x reader where it’s angsty but with fluff ofc as well!! the plot is totally up to you :))

Strained Heart

Hwang Jun-ho x wife!reader

A/N- My first Squid Game imagine so I really hope you like it:)

Warning- Angst and fluff! Spoilers for the show!

Pairing- Hwang Jun-ho x wife!reader

Episode- 2x01

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*12:00 AM*

“Hello?” Your voice comes out groggy, making the person on the other end of the call let out a shaky sigh before they interject.

“I am so sorry to call so late, ma’am, please forgive me,” a sweet feminine voice sounds extremely apologetic and almost as if she had hurt you by just calling so late. “I am calling from the hospital regarding your husband, Hwang Jun-ho.”

The grogginess that was making you all foggy leaves your body in a flash of a second as you hear the name of your husband. She has not mentioned his state but after days of not hearing from him and him not coming home, just hearing someone call you in regards to him is like a spike of adrenaline.

“He was admitted earlier today without any identification, but we were finally able to contact you—”

“Is…my husband alive?” You cut the woman off because you can’t sit in anticipation anymore. You need to know now.

“Yes. He has not woken up, but he was able to get treated. He will be here for the full day if you wish to come and see him. I am sorry again for calling so late. Goodnight.”

“Good night,” you mumble before you pull the phone away from your ear and let it slip from your hold as you drop your head into your hand while also holding your chest and letting out a deep shaky breath.

You had called his phone so many times and messaged him twice as much. When he did not come home the first night, you called his work over and over again in hopes something would change or that they would have received any kind of word from him, but they also had no idea where he had gone. You were all in the dark and the worry had begun eating away at you.

However, there’s finally news from him and you can’t say you’re riddled with relief nor that the strain over your heart lets go, but you no longer feel fear over him being potentially dead. Perhaps you should still feel scared, when you reach the hospital he doesn’t wake up. You wait until morning, but he still fails to rise with the sun. It has his poor mother weeping with worry, but you don’t feel a sliver of fear.

Maybe it’s because you know him better. He’s a fighter, after all, you know that. He wouldn’t give up so easily, especially not when he has yet to hear from his beloved brother. Or maybe fear doesn’t cling to you because your mind is focused on an annoying thought telling you to leave.

You don’t want to live with constant worry, if this is how your life is going to be with him, you don't want any part of it. You can’t live with the constant fear that one morning will be the last time you get to kiss him before he leaves your front door. That strain left you almost invalid this time around, you couldn't focus on anything but him, and all you imagined was violent made-up thoughts of different deaths. Could you really live through that again? Do you want to?

You love Jun-ho, but if that fear and pain is going to be following you around like a looming shadow can you go on at his side and be swallowed by it?

You let out a shaky breath and drift your eyes away from his resting face, catching his lonely hand resting at his side and feeling tempted to grab it to provide him some warmth and comfort while he still lies unconscious as if debating at that moment to give in and take his hand, or leave it be and run with that cruel thought.

Yet before you can decide the heart monitor starts to pick up, not in an alarming way, but enough to pique your curiosity and make you look back at him, noticing at that moment his eyes fluttering open at long last.

“Jun-ho,” you breathe out and slowly rise from your seat at the same time his mother does.

“Jun-ho,” his mother calls out with more tears already rolling down her cheeks. As said man’s eyes open wider she cries out. “Jun-ho, can you hear me?”

A shaky breath runs past your lips and you immediately stroke his cheek with a faint relieved smile spreading on your lips.

“Doctor!” His mother shouts as she runs out before you can offer to call a nurse or doctor inside. “I need a doctor in here! My son just opened his eyes!”

Jun-ho’s dark eyes remain fixated on the ceiling and he breathes out a single name. “In-ho.”

It’s his brother's name. The same estranged brother he’s been searching for, and the same estranged brother he worries about everyday

“Jun-ho,” you call out softly as if to not hurt him, and his eyes slowly shift to you, making his heart monitor skip a beat and a glimmer flash in his eyes as he makes out your face and seems to realize you’re no fever dream. He then utters your name and your smile widens while tears fall from your eyes without warning.

Before either of you can utter anything else besides each other's names his mother returns with a nurse who does a check up on him and preps him to be seen by a doctor. Thus for a while, he belongs to the fleet of nurses that barge in, as well as the doctor that comes in and out until they’re all finally satisfied and know for certain that nothing is wrong with his brain or heart after he was found drowning.

Drowning…he was drowning and you didn’t have a clue. Your worst fear could have come true and you would have never known, you would have lived forever worried and searching desperately if he hadn’t been found.

Can you really go on living like that?

That thought spins in your mind without seeming to know how to stop until finally, Jun-ho steals your attention. “Are you okay?” He asks with his voice still raspy.

You swallow back nervously and then draw in a deep breath. His mother seems to have caught the tension and excuses herself from the room. It’s only when the door is closed that you give his question an honest answer.

“Where were you? I called. I messaged you, and all I got that night you didn’t come home was that I shouldn’t worry, but you were gone for days, Jun-ho. And when I hear from you again, all I get is a call from the hospital saying you were brought in.”

Jun-ho’s eyes linger on you, on your furrowed eyebrows, and your eyes brimming with tears of frustration and he sighs deeply as he averts his eyes.

“I…can’t tell you what I was doing just yet. Wait until we get home so I can tell you what I know. For now,” he says and looks back at you with a slightly pleading look. “Can you trust me when I say I’m sorry for making you worry? I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t have another choice and my phone was only at half percent battery.”

You scoff in disbelief and slowly rise from your seat to pierce a glare into him. “That’s all I get? After I was riddled with worry not knowing if you’re alive or not?”

“Did you get what I sent you?” He asks and avoids answering, but that only infuriates you more.

“Jun-ho!”

“Please.”

Your frown deepens and you shake your head stiffly. “No.” You deadpan. “The nurse said you didn’t have a phone on you when you were brought in either.”

He groans and drops his gaze, so you press yourself against the edge of the bed and dig your eyes deep into his gaze to press him. “When we got married you said that you would not let me live with that kind of worry. You promised me Jun-ho, and look at us now.”

He slowly finds you again and with the strength he was gaining, he picks his hand off the bed and wraps his fingers around your hand to offer you some consolation. “I…found my brother…that’s what I was doing, and that’s all I can offer you now. I will explain it all when we go home, where I don’t have to worry if my mother or anyone will overhear. Can that be enough for now?”

Your breath catches and curiosity and confusion fill your mind, outweighing your frustration. Jun-ho sees that and continues to pass another apology. “I am sorry. Please forgive me. I…will do better. I promise.”

That cruel thought pulses in your mind, making your doubt clear.

“I…will change departments. I will work as a traffic officer. Just say you forgive me. I found my brother and lost him all in the same day. I…can’t lose you too.”

That cruel thought falters before it's completely destroyed by your bleeding heart. He doesn’t offer another promise, just sweet and affectionate words, but that’s enough to make your heart swoon and make you grab his hand to kiss his knuckles before you press your forehead against his.

“Don’t give up what you like to do for me…nothing will stop me from worrying, just…don’t leave me in the dark.”

Jun-ho grabs your hand and presses it against his beating heart, letting you feel the same ba-dum you hear on the monitor by his bed.

“I will try,” he offers you without making a promise so as to not potentially break another promise.

“I’m so glad and relieved you’re alive and back to me,” you whisper against his forehead, making him lift your hand to his dry lips to press a kiss on the heel of your hand and find peace in the silence.

[latenightdaydreams]

Alright hear me out

König and insecure reader; like he is head over heels puppy dog following them around and the reader is like “ofc he doesn’t like me we’re just friends” bc of insecurity

And and then he makes very soft advances which turns into a soft session on the couch during like a movie night 😔🙏

I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS PLOT

König x BestFriend!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, fluff, oral, p in v, insecurity

1.8k word count

🛋️

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The second König met you; it was as if he found his soul mate. Normally people fear him due to his height, but you never even mentioned it. You both met freshman year in high school at a welcoming event. In the corner of the gymnasium, you simply walked up to König and began to speak to him as if you knew him. He just gazed down at you, studying your face and realizing he was falling in love. You’ve been inseparable ever since.

 A decade later and you're now both in your early twenties and still see each other every day. Even for simple things like grocery trips. You both walk close together as he listens to you talk about your day at work. He holds the basket for you as he always does, his pale blue eyes gazing down at you with a certain sparkle in them.

“Do you want to get some snacks? Maybe we can watch a movie after we unload everything?” He rubs your arm gently as he waits for your response.

“Uh, yeah.”

You can’t help but to smile bashfully up at him. He touches you as if you’re the most delicate thing in the world and it makes you feel calm; at home. In an attempt to detach yourself for the feeling you look away and step forward, grabbing a bag of candy.

König’s eyes follow you as you step forward, his hand lingering in the air for a moment as he debates reaching out for you again. Knowing that you aren’t the most comfortable with physical affection, he decides against it. Your skin is so soft that the feeling lingers on the tips of his fingers. His eyes trail down your body as you have your back to him, you’re so perfect.

When you turn back around König stands there with a big smile on his face, making you smirk. “What?”

“Nothing, Maus. Let’s check out and hurry home.” König held his arm out for you to hold as you both walked back, you accept. 

One thing consumes König’s mind. You. As he drives you both back to your apartment his mind is racing with different thoughts of how he would love to express to you how much he loves you, how beautiful your body is. There is no easy way to do this; he either gets the love of his life or he loses you forever.

Back at your apartment König helps you unload your groceries before he heads to your living room to begin looking for a movie while you went to your room to change. Feeling self-conscious, you put on a pair of black leggings and a baggy shirt in an attempt to hide your body. The way your stomach looks when you sit makes you uncomfortable.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by König. His eyes trace down your body, still able to see some of your stunning shape, but he’s upset that you treat your body as if it’s bad. If only you could read König’s thoughts, then you’d never lack confidence again.

“Come, sit.” König pats the seat next to him.

When you sit, he scoots a little closer and rests his arm across your shoulders. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” You say softly.

König presses play and the opening credits for a recently released horror movie begins to play. You feel your body naturally relaxing into his, the warmth from his body is welcoming. His hand pulls you into him more, wanting you even closer.

“You can relax.” He says with a light hearted giggle.

You smirk and adjust the way you’re sitting so that you’re cuddling his body. One of your hands rests on his stomach feeling his solid body and gently moving your fingers in a soft pattern. He lets out a pleased hum as his hand rubs your arm.

“You smell so good, Maus.” König whispers as he leans in to smell the top of your head before planting a soft kiss.

You can help but to feel your face heat up but you keep your eyes on the movie and ignore his kiss. It’s just a friendly gesture. Then he kisses you again and his hand moves from your arm to your waist. Instantly you can feel your heart sink, as his fingers gently rub back and forth on your stomach. You don’t want him to be disgusted.

König isn’t. He loves your stomach, he loves to touch it. He would plant a million kisses across it until you’re convinced that you’re truly beautiful.

A few minutes pass before his fingers gently graze the hem of your shirt before slipping under. His warm fingers leave a trail of arousal in their wake. Your muscles tense feeling his surprising touch. You swallow hard, but say nothing; only encouraging König to go further.

“You feel so soft…” He whispers as his palm spreads out across your abdomen.

You raise your head from his chest and look up into his blue eyes. His lips and pull back into a warm smile as he studies your face for a moment. At this moment, he’s unsure if he should just kiss you or…

König’s other hand comes up and cups your jaw, tilting your head up more. Without hesitation he leans in and presses his lips against yours. Your eyes flutter closed as you return the kiss. It’s a timid kiss at first, as if the both of you can’t believe it’s finally happening.

When you pull away König only leans in more, he isn’t ready for the kiss to end yet. He breathes you in, the taste of your lips is overwhelmingly sweet. His hand on your stomach slips up towards your breasts, squeezing one through the cup.

“Come here.” König whispers when he pulls away from you.

As if you weight nothing, König effortlessly moves your body so that you’re laying down on your back. You gaze up at him as his eyes stay glued to your body. He slowly lifts your shirt up, exposing your light-colored bra and the supple flesh of your abdomen. His eyes trail down to the waistband of your leggings before meeting your gaze again.

“You’re so beautiful. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” König says as he lowers his head to place lingering kisses down your chest and stomach.

König gently slips his hands up your back to unhook your bra, his eyes widening slightly when he finally sees your breasts. They’re perfect. His mouth instantly latches to your nipple, his other hand groping and squeezing the other breast. You close your eyes and let out a small moan, allowing yourself to relish in the moment with König.

König sits back and pulls his shirt off, tossing it aside. It’s not the first time you’ve seen his body, but this time feels so much different. Your eyes look up and down, taking in every detail of his pale skin. When his hands reach for your waist-band you put your hand on his, stopping him.

“Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” König’s pale blue eyes now darkened by how dilated his pupils are.

“What if you… don’t like it.”

König looks at you so confused. His eyes drop and trail over your body again, tugging slightly at your leggings to reveal more of your lower stomach and hips. He drops his head and begins to kiss along the edge, causing your body to tense with pleasure. Your fingers comb through his blond hair as you watch him.

“I love every inch of you. Everything about you. I always have.” König says as he pulls your leggings down alone with your underwear. His eyes trail over the beautiful mound between your legs and down your thick thighs. He takes his time pulling your leggings completely off of your legs.

You shiver as you feel his warm breath waft across the sensitive flesh of your thighs. Propped up on your elbows, you look down at him with a nervous yet excited look in your eyes as he parts your thighs. His lips continue with their trail of kisses back and forth between your inner thighs. The smell of your arousal is strong and consuming König’s senses; all he can think of is the fact he finally gets to taste you.

König’s eyes meet yours for a quick second before looking back between your legs. There is a pearly white bead of your arousal lingering between your lips, teasing his tongue. His head lowers and he flicks his tongue out, slipping between your folds. A moan leaves his lips as his eyes close for a moment, you taste divine. He buries his face in between your legs, his tongue desperately licking over your sensitive little clit; sucking on it slightly.

“Oh god, König.” You moan breathlessly.

“Maus, you’re perfect.” König says as he gasps for air coming back up.

He moves his hands from your thighs to his pants so he can undo them, eager to finally feel your wrapped around his aching cock. His tongue slips down and swirls around the entrance of your tight cunt before pulling away. Your eyes follow him as he stands to fully undress. When you see his cock for the first time your jaw drops. He is absolutely massive.

König smirks, looking at your face as you take him in. He adjusts his body to loom over yours, fitting between your legs. There is a moment where you both simply look into each other’s eyes, no words needed to express the mutual love between the both of you. His hands run from your breasts down to your legs.

The tip of his cock presses against you, König doesn’t break eye contact wanting to see your expression when you feel him for the first time. He thrust forward softly, his fat cock spreading your lips as he buries himself deep inside of you. Your eyes flutter shut as a loud pathetic mewl leaves your lips.

“Look at me, Liebling. Please don’t close those eyes.”

König speaks with a strained voice as he gently rocks his hips. The feeling of your tight wet pussy is almost enough to make him cum with barely any friction. His eyes are locked on to yours, the expressions of passion in them sends a shiver down his spine. He leans forward, resting slightly on your body as he begins to thrust into you more passionately. König’s lips press against yours leaving sloppy absentminded kisses on your neck as his moans mix with yours.

“Ich liebe dich, Maus.” König moans. “So much.”

The movie fades into the background, neither one of you even aware of what the plot is at this point. Sounds of orgasmic pleasure and bodies clashing drowns out all other sounds. It’s just you and König. The way it was always meant to be.

[creating--memories]

This is How it Went

Part 4: You can say we're nothing but you know the truth

Themes: Angst, fluff?

Warnings: light mentions of internalized homophobia, that's it I think?

Wc: 4k

Author's note: Hi friends, for those of you still awake I hope you enjoy part 4. Thank my job for literally not giving me anything to do today so I wrote most of this at work oops 🙈 Anyways um I kind have an idea where I want this to go but please send ideas if you have any. Also, please ignore that the timeline for this doesn't match real life. I know Azzi already announced her commitment before prom, but let's just pretend for the plots sake. Also ofc I didn't edit this so um ignore any typos.

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P 💗

1:26 AM

Azzi

Azzi

P 💗

1:45 AM

AZZI FUDD

1:46 AM

Az 💗

Paige.

What the fuck.

it’s 2 AM

P 💗

Actually its 1:46 AM

Az 💗

Ok well why are you texting me at 1:46 AM

P 💗

Well

1:47 AM now

but

I wanted to show you something

Az 💗

…

It can’t wait till the morning?

P 💗

technically it is the morning

and no, it can’t wait

Incoming Facetime Call from: P 💗 Buckets 🏀

Az 💗

Paige

It’s the middle of the night

you’re gonna wake my whole family up

P 💗

Azzi just answer the phone

I promise it’s important

Azzi groaned as she reluctantly pushed herself up to rest her back against the pillows on her headboard. At the end of her bed, Stewie stirred slightly from her movements letting out a small yawn, clearly disturbed from a deep slumber.

She reached down to give the dog a small pet on the head

“Sorry Stew” she whispered

“I don’t know what’s wrong with her either”

Stewie crawled slowly over to Azzi and settled into her lap, his eyes slowly drifting closed as he settled back into sleep.

“She’s lucky we both love her” she mumbled as she opened her phone to the Facetime app, finally returning her best friend’s call.

“fiiiiinally” said Paige as Azzi’s face filled the screen on her phone, her voice echoing against the walls.

“Hello to you too” responded the younger girl.

Azzi stared at Paige’s image through the phone, it was slightly pixelated (thanks Uconn Wi-Fi), and her hair was pulled into a low ponytail at the nape of her neck, a thin white headband holding back a few strands of hair that were escaping from her previously slicked back up-do. In the background the bright light of the gym shone down through the phone screen, blinding Azzi with the stark contrast from the dark room around her. As her eyes adjusted to the brightness, and the familiar face of the blue-eyed girl, she found herself relaxing a bit, a small smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

It’s not like Paige and Azzi weren’t used to being far away from each other, they did live about 1,000 miles apart until a few months ago, if anything they were physically closer now. But despite the decrease in geographical distance from each other, it had seemed to become increasingly more difficult for the two of them to get a moment alone.

Azzi was happy for Paige, really. She was settling into UConn quickly. She was doing great on the court, she had been bonding with all of her teammates and overall seemed to be thriving. Every time the blonde talked about UConn her face lit up with excitement and confidence that seemed to radiate off of her through the phone calls and facetimes. But things were different. Paige’s schedule was a lot busier than it was in high school. She couldn’t come home straight after school to talk to her best friend. Her weekends were booked with practices and during her free time, she had team bonding or other school events. Not to mention, the blonde basketball player had begun to get even more media attention in her college debut, and she had interviews, brand deals, and a plethora of other media engagements scheduled around the clock.

So, when the older girl finally did get some time alone, she always made sure to talk to Azzi. Azzi appreciated that her friend made the effort to find the time to talk to her, but she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, embarrassed almost. She didn’t want to be the kid-friend who was still in high school begging her best friend to pay attention to her when she probably had much better, more interesting things to do. So, Azzi pulled back. She rarely texted first, always waiting for Paige to start up a conversation, to which she always replied, but she made sure to wait a bit of time as to not seem toodesperate. But as much as she tried to put on a cool, nonchalant front, she ached for the sound of Paige’s voice, her presence, to be wrapped up in her arms again enclosed in her bedroom with the rest of the world shut out around them. So now, despite her grogginess, at 1:47 AM, in the dark, her blond-haired, blue-eyed best friend on her phone screen, she couldn't help but feel a sense of ease wash over her, happiness that hadn’t felt this calm in a while. Happy to finally get her best friend all to herself.

“So what is so important that you needed to wake me up for? And why are you at the gym in the middle of the night?” Azzi implored.

“just getting some extra shots in. You know I gotta stay on top of my game” the blonde smirked.

“Well, you know what else keeps you on top of your game? sleep. something both you and I should be doing right now.” Azzi responded

Paige chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“That’s beside the point Az.” she waved her hand in dismissal

“Anyways, I was just here at the gym, putting in some extra hours, it takes a lotta work to keep up this physique you know”

Azzi sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes in fake annoyance, as Paige continued on.

“But, I was looking around at all of the names around this room, all of the championships won and how amazing the legacy is here and how one day, I want my name to be hanging up there too.”

She angled her phone towards the outer edges of the gym letting Azzi get a clear picture of her descriptions.

The blonde took a brief pause looking her best friend in the eye.

“And… when I thought about it, trying to picture my jersey up there… I pictured your name next to mine”

Azzi couldn’t help but blush at the thought of Paige picturing their jerseys next to each other. Bueckers 5 and Fudd 35carrying on the UConn legacy.

“Paige —” Azzi sighed

Paige cut her off before she could continue

“I know you still have a lot more time before you have to decide where you’re committing, and— and I’ll support you wherever you go. But, I really, like reeeeaallyyyy want you to come to UConn. And I just thought maybe if you saw all of the greatness that would surround us in this gym and how amazing we could be together that you would want to come too.”

She looked away from the camera and at the floor, trying to avoid the curly girl’s gaze, nervous about how she may respond to her proposal.

Azzi looked at her best friend endearingly, her eyes softening with the wholeheartedness of the blonde’s words.

“P, you know I think we’re amazing together too. And I really appreciate you showing me all this, seriously. But recruitment, especially with COVID and everything has been so difficult already, I— I just need a little bit more time to think about everything you know?”

Paige nodded slowly still adverting her gaze from the younger girl.

Azzi could sense the hurt on her face. She wanted nothing but to tell her yes, that they can spend the next 3 years playing side by side making the best college duo anyone has ever seen. But this was a big decision, and she needed to make it with her head and not her heart.

“Yeah that makes sense.” Paige nodded.

“I just— I really miss you Az” she confessed.

When her blue eyes finally looked up at Azzi through the screen, the brunette felt a lump creep up in her throat, the sincerity of the comment hitting her.

“I really miss you too P.”

Both girls were silent for a moment. Their words hanging in the air.

“You’ll be home for Christmas, right?” Azzi asked hopefully.

By home, Azzi meant where she was now, and even though she didn’t clarify, Paige knew what she meant. Home was where Azzi was. Home was with Katie and Tim, Jon and Jose, and of course, Stewie. And as much as she was dying to see her dad and Drew, home was in Virginia with the Fudd’s. So yes she’d be home for Christmas.

“Of course,” Paige responded cheerfully.

“Good, I’ll be counting down the days then,” Azzi said with a smile.

“Now show me what you’ve been up so late here practicing”, said Azzi, changing the subject towards something more lighthearted.

Paige propped up her phone and began to show off her practiced form for her three-point shot.

As Azzi watched her energetic best friend, the tiredness that had previously faded started to drift back in. Slowly she stopped fighting it and she drifted off to sleep, the sound of Paige’s sneakers and the bounce of the basketball lulling her to sleep.

—

Winter break came and went, Paige keeping her promise that she’d be home for Christmas, flying in the moment her last practice let out and heading straight for the Fudd’s house. Paige and Azzi spent the next few days spending every second together, challenging each other to games of 1v1 in Azzi’s driveway, even in the snow, baking cookies, in which Paige was banned from the kitchen for eating the raw cookie dough too many times, and fighting over which Christmas movies to watch, alternating between forcing Jon or Jose to be the tiebreaker of their antics.

By the time New Years rolled around, the two had fallen back into a comfortable rhythm going through their days attached at the hip forgetting about all of their other obligations for just a few more days.

Despite how happy Paige was to finally be with Azzi again, there was a thread of anxiety that she couldn’t shake off since she’d arrived. Since they last saw each other, neither of them had brought up the kiss they shared the day before Paige left for UConn, and as much as Paige wanted to confess all of her feelings to Azzi the second she stepped off the plane, she stopped herself. Ever since she had started her freshman year, she had felt the younger girl pull away a bit. Paige was always the one to text first, the one to bug her with calls, and she couldn’t help but feel like she was constantly begging for the curly-haired girl’s attention. Paige had confessed her frustrations to Nika on multiple occasions:

“No, like I get it, it’s her senior year. She wants to enjoy her last season before college. It just sucks sometimes.”

She couldn’t help but feel like Azzi was pulling away because of that day before she left for UConn. Maybe she was pulling away because she regretted it. Maybe she just got caught up in the moment and was scared for Paige to leave, so she gave in to it. She felt guilty about it all. She hated feeling like she was just some creepy lesbian who preyed on her friends. She didn’t want to feel these things for her best friend but she couldn't help it. So instead, she pushed her feelings down and decided that it was better to just pretend the kiss never happened.

Which was working. Until Paige found herself at a New Years party at one of Azzi’s teammate’s house, the brunette dressed in a shimmery silver tank top and black ripped skinny jeans that hugged every inch of her figure perfectly. Her hair was pulled back into a half up half down style, two strands left out, framing her face. The curly-haired girl was slightly tipsy, making her cling to the blonde even more than usual.

The two stood now in the back corner of the room, Azzi’s hands pressed up against Paige’s abs, her fingers grasping at the blonde’s T-shirt, as Paige leaned against the wall, her eye contact locked on the Brown-eyed girl in front of her.

Azzi was doubled over laughing at one of Paige’s absurd stories from one of her practices with Geno.

“there’s NO way you said that to him Paige.” Azzi pleaded.

“Sure did. I don’t need no old man telling me I don’t know how to defend the three-point line.” scoffed Paige between laughs.

“Paige! You’re gonna get yourself benched” yelled the younger girl playfully.

“Nah. Grandpa would never.”

Azzi rolled her eyes at her friend’s cockiness, finally recovering from the laughing fit she had been caught in.

Suddenly, some rambunctious girl ran into the room that stood in, waving her hands to get everyone’s attention.

“ONE MINUTE TILL MIDNIGHT” the girl yelled, and then quickly made her way to the next room, presumably to do the same thing.

As the girl left, Paige and Azzi turned their gazes back to each other, the quiet between them contrasting from the extreme bouts of laughter they had shared moments ago.

“So… You save anyone your New Year's kiss?” said Azzi, tentatively looking up at the blonde girl in front of her.

Paige shifted between her feet, an uneasiness settling in her stomach.

“Uh, no. not this year,” she said, scratching the back of her neck nervously.

“Me neither.” responded the younger girl.

Azzi rocked back and forth on her heels, both girls standing in the awkward silence between them.

“Well, maybe we could be each other's then?” said Azzi, finally breaking the silence.

Paige’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

“yes” she blurted out

“I— I mean yeah. Maybe we could.” she nervously tried to play off her previously overly enthusiastic response.

As her blue eyes landed back on Azzi’s brown ones in front of her, the sound of chants filled the room, counting down the seconds left till midnight.

“10…”

“9…”

“8…”

The two girls inched closer to one another, Azzi’s hands finding a comfortable spot on Paige’s shoulders, and the older girl’s hands resting on the younger girl's hips.

“4…”

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

Paige held her breath, her heart was beating so fast she thought it might stop.

Slowly Azzi pulled on Paige’s shoulders slightly, closing the gap between them and pressing their lips together. The blonde sighed at the contact, letting herself lean into the kiss, breathing in the familiar scent of the girl in front of her.

Before they started drawing the attention of the rest of the people at the party, Azzi gently pushed herself off of the older girl.

No longer stuck in a trance of their shared kiss, Paige suddenly snapped back to reality and a panic started to set in. Before even a few seconds passed, Paige was pushing her way through the crowd and running towards the back door.

“Paige wait!” called Azzi

but the blonde was already out of earshot, the sound of excited cheers and “Happy New Year’s” muffling out her pleads.

—

When Azzi finally made her way through the crown of people at the party, stopping occasionally to hug friends and teammates, flashing a smile and a “Happy New Year” to her drunken classmates, she found Paige sitting on the back porch steps, her hands gripping the t-shirt on her chest, heaving into the cold winter air.

“Paige! What’s going on— are you okay?”

The blonde’s hands trembled as she tried to answer her younger friend.

The blonde stuttered out her words between tears.

“I— I’m sorry Az. I’m sorry for everything. I— I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry for making you kiss me. I know I shouldn’t—”

“Hey, hey let’s calm down”

Azzi moved to sit next to the trembling girl on the steps. She rubbed slow circles on the older girl’s back as she tried to slow her breathing. After a few moments and Paige’s breaths started to stop coming in small bursts, Azzi took both of her hands in hers and looked at her tear-filled eyes.

“P. Tell me what’s going on?”

Paige’s hands clenched in Azzi’s grasp.

“I— I’ve been trying to stop it. I’ve been trying to pretend like they’re not there but Az I can’t. I have these feelings for you, feelings friends aren’t supposed to have. And I thought maybe you had them too, that night before I left for UConn and I kissed you.”

She slipped her hands from Azzi’s grasp and wrapped her arms around her stomach, attempting to soothe the pain that was pulsating throughout her entire body.

“But then, when I started college you started to pull away. I thought you didn’t want to talk to me. I thought maybe you regretted kissing me and I was just forcing myself onto you.”

“Oh Paige” Azzi sighed

“So when we kissed, I just freaked out and ran away. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable again. I didn’t want to push you away again.”

Azzi pulled the distressed blonde into her lap and squeezed her tightly as she let muffled cries into the younger girl’s chest. After Paige’s tears subsided a bit, Azzi pulled back and took her face into her hands.

“P I’m so sorry. I never regretted anything. I’ve felt those feelings for you too Paige.” the curly-haired girl reassured.

“I didn’t mean to pull away, but I was scared. You were off at school starting the next big chapter of your life and I didn’t want to be your annoying friend in high-school constantly bringing you down. I didn’t want to get in the way.”

Paige breathing settled down, the clarity of the situation finally releasing some of the tension she was holding in.

“Az, remember what I said that night? the night before I left?”

Azzi shifted slightly on the step

“You said you’d never forget about me”

“Exactly,” Paige said as she moved the younger girl's hands from her cheeks to hold in her own.

“Azzi, you could never bring me down. Every moment we’ve spent apart has been torture for me. The last thing I could think is that you’re getting in the way. I miss you every day Az.”

Azzi let out a small smile, her heart warming from the older girl’s confession.

“Gosh, why are we so stupid” groaned Azzi as she squeezed her eyes shut in regret.

Paige let out a chuckle and the comment and pulled the younger girl into a tight embrace.

“I don’t know. But can we agree to not be stupid again?” she responded

Azzi leaned into the hug, squeezing the other girl tighter.

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

—

Unfortunately for both of them, they indeed were stupid again. Very stupid.

Paige leaned on her crutches while watching Azzi comb through her freshly flat ironed hair in the season her vanity.

“I just don’t see why not?” scoffed Paige, picking at the hair of the unicorn plushies that sat underneath her arms.

“Paige you can’t even walk” said Azzi turning back slightly to gesture to the blonde’s foot wrapped in a clunky boot.

Since their New Year’s revelation, Paige and Azzi had fallen into a comfortable, slightly confusing situationship of sorts, where they weren’t together, together, but they also weren’t seeing other people. And they acted as if they were dating, although never said that they were. Azzi would visit the blonde at school. And the whole time she was there Paige would go completely MIA from the rest of the team, only appearing for practices or other mandatory team obligations.

“Damn girl, I thought she kidnapped you or something.” would tease **Aubrey when the blonde would suddenly appear at practice.

They would spend the whole time lost in each other's presence, wrapped up in the sheets of Paige’s small dorm bed, laughing and talking until the late hours of the night. They stole kisses whenever they could, making up for lost time they had spent apart. Even though there was an underlying uncertainty to their situation, both girls were too wrapped up in the feeling of being together to care. They didn’t talk about what they were, or what this meant for either of them. Which is how they ended up here. In Azz’s room, arguing about whether or not Paige could take her to her senior prom.

The blonde winced at the younger girl's comment as she rolled her eyes

“way to rub it in Az.”

“P you know that’s not how I meant it, I’m just trying to make sure you stay on track for recovery” Said Azzi, giving the older girl a pitiful look.

“Doc said minimal movement in the boot is fine! I could make it work! I don see what the big deal is?” Paige argued back

Azzi set her hairbrush down on her vanity, and turned her body to face the blonde girl head on.

“Paige it’s not just that.” she sighed

“I already have so many eyes on me waiting for my commitment announcement. I really don’t need any more speculations about my life or my identity for that matter”

Paige felt the sting of the Azzi’s word ripple over her skin. Her frustration quickly transforming into hurt.

“So you don’t want people to know you’re gay. That’s it isn’t it.” Paige shot back

“That’s not what I said Paige”

Being gay really shouldn’t be a taboo thing for Azzi. She played women’s basketball for god’s sake. No one really “came out” in basketball, one day they just pop out with a girlfriend and that’s that. But for some reason the idea of thousands of people speculating about her sexuality, before she even makes a name for herself scared her.

“Then what? You just don’t want people to know you’re with me?” Paige pressed further

“No, I— I just don’t need all of the unnecessary attention. You know the rumors that are already out there about us. Imagine if there’s a million pictures of us together circulating the internet.”

“Well Azzi, we’re about to be spending a lot more time together at UConn. So if you can’t handle taking pictures with your girlfriend at prom then I don’t know what you’re gonna do in a few weeks when media day rolls around” scoffed the blonde.

“Oh, so I’m you’re girlfriend now?” Azzi said as she crossed her arms.

“I don’t know what you are Az. But if you’re too scared to be seen next to me, then maybe we shouldn’t be anything at all.” said Paige.

“Paige,” let out Azzi quietly

“Forget I even asked” she said as she adjusted her crutches and turned towards the door.

“Have fun at prom Az, I’m sure your date will think you look beautiful,” she said over her shoulder.

As much as she wanted to be angry, Paige couldn’t help but let a semblance of truth slip into her words. She really did hope Azzi had fun at prom and she really did think her date would think she looked beautiful.

But she couldn't find comfort in the thought, because each time she imagined the younger girl’s date slipping the corsage onto her wrist, or pulling her in for a slow dance, she couldn't stop wishing it was her.

So instead, she gripped onto her crutches tighter and hobbled out the door, not turning back to face the younger girl left sitting in her room.

[nouvxllev]

"When I saw you

I fell in love, and

you smiled

because you knew

-William Shakespeare"

LOVE.LOVE.LOVE.

I wanted to make a request! I had a similar interaction like this, and when I had read this, I fell inloveeeeee with this qoute sm. Can you do a Wednesday x Reader? In which it's Wednesday who actually falls inlove 😭

amore, amore, amore.

Pairing: Author!Wednesday Addams x Gn!Reader

Summary: request!! ^^

Words: 6.0k (oh what the fuck)

Warnings: told in WEDNESDAYS POV AND ALTERNATE TIMELINES!, the gomezification of wednesday addams prevails, yes they meet at a museum, also kinda 7 husbands of evelyn hugo coded, slight plottwist at the end!

a/n: aaaa ofc ofc!! also i absolutely love the idea where wednesday fell first and harder

masterlist

I believe they cursed me the moment their lips became something worth fighting for.

"If they intend to halt my publishing, then so be it. I have no interest in entertaining that brain-dead company over countless of reasons as to why I shouldn't spare a few weeks for myself who believe I will fall under their will."

"Wednesday, they're the ones who publish your books, you just can't ignore their calls."

"Barclay, has your brain deteriorated to a degree in such a way that you are forgetting it's my presence that upholds that fucking company? Without me, they are nothing. Have you forgotten with how much power I withhold over them, or have your scales reached that hollow of a brain?"

"You can't ignore the leverage they have over you, sure you have the amount of money, if not more, to sue them, but they could literally tip you off and brand you as some selfish author."

"Please do comprehensively explain to me as to why I would be a selfish author?"

"Wednesday Friday fucking Addams, it's because you're half-way across the fucking world at some fucking museum in Italy while you have a manuscript due a fucking week ago!"

"I fail to see my fault."

"Addams, if you don't get your shit together, I swear—"

I had solved countless of murders in my time of Nevermore. I had one thing to do when I finally left, and I was going to succeed.

If you had told me after I willingly left that horrid place you call an educating institution that I would experience the same fate as an author, I would've traced the outer skin of your face with a pocket knife and display it on your family's doorstep.

Barclay, amongst others, remained someone I held close. She could be infuriating, but no one would ever be much deserving of a terrible, terrible position than be under my control as my manager when I pursued writing.

But no one tells you how people could easily forget you in a matter of seconds if you don't make a name for yourself when you've put yourself out there, even if it's something far, far from your own.

I was only fortunate enough people enjoyed what I publish.

I couldn't care less if they didn't, that's why I found it hard to give two shits about what that damned company thought of my revised schedule. But I needed to make a living. To make something out of myself.

If I had continued my actions— in which I have full control over with—I could lose everything.

I could've build it up from scratch if it happened, but Lucifer knows how long would a simple idea for a plot that could get into the lack of attention span of the population could take.

I could lose the name I print on paper.

I could lose my name.

And then I realized I haven't.

There was something that I was destined to fall under. It was there with my eyes taped to a painting, not knowing I became one for another.

I hung up. The mere thought of having a multistep plan to eventually murder my manager was between God and me. That woman had me teetering on the edge of becoming a one-hit serial killer overnight.

My head tilted over a large painting towering amidst the others down the line. My hands remained tucked deep within the pockets of a trench coat far too oversized for me.

I couldn't take much time of squinting, staring as if it had garnered my interest not after a dreaded phone call that I convinced myself truly took my energy and managed to inject anesthesia inside my veins.

A light sway became evident in my steps, as if I was sulking in my own woe of what I should and could've done to prevent myself fucking it up on a company that I could soon own if not me being under the age of what is required to own a firm without having to ring up my own godforsaken of a family.

I could almost take another step if I wasn't met with another person.

Countless of papers flew across the hard-tiled floor. It was over before I knew what had happened. I found myself standing there, eyes glued to the person I collided with, my eyebrows crossed and my mouth hung open like a fool.

"I'm—I'm so sorry, fuck." They grit under their breath, like they were berating themselves while they picked up the rest of what had fell.

I stood there, not knowing what to do or what not to do but stare at them and wait for them to pull themselves up.

And so that's what I did.

I wish I hadn't.

Because now it was the time I was unable to speak. Unable to use the words I've been writing my novels with, the words that I should've spoken in the seconds they had landed in front of me. For the first time, my words had failed me.

A question rang in my head, Why do I now feel as if I do not belong inside of my own body? Why does my life feel complete now that they were here?

When Y/n fixed herself, she looked at me and smiled. I knew I looked like an idiot staring at them, yet I never went out of my way to barely fix myself.

Why were they smiling?

"Why are you smiling?" I asked under my breath, like I was taken breathless. I hadn't mean to say it out loud, but my cold and otherwise damned heart seemed to be alive, like I was suffocating in my own rate. A fool in front of them I must've been.

They looked at their paper, then they looked at me.

They smiled yet again. Another question flicked across my head, what had happened to me to act as if I would go through hell and back for this person?

They smiled at me as if my presence gave them a reason to. And they loved me in every one of it.  

"Sorry—" they apologized, noticing how their thumb kept grazing the surface of their sketch, almost as if they were nervous. "You look prettier than... whatever I drew."

They stole one more look of me.

"Terrifyingly bewitching."

It's horrifying knowing I couldn't explain what I felt that day. What I know is—I felt everything.

I've endured endless remarks on my appearance ranging from a number of ratings from those nonsensical people on the internet to every synonym people have thrown my way only to fail to evoke even a flicker of emotion.

Though it seems egotistical, I knew they held one intention: they wanted to impress me. They wanted me to know they were different amongst others who have approached me. They wanted to entice me, as if I could be owned.

Were it not for the arsenal and threats I carried, there would be much more.

Y/n was different. They never had any intentions of being with me, no desire to impress or claim me as theirs. They simply wanted me to know I was. That it was true. I just had never heard it from someone who could mutter two words that felt perfect.

And it's much more terrifying knowing I unexpectedly fell first, even if I deny myself.

I could tell you about the way y/n smiled, how it seemed to threaten the sun, warning it not to shine lest it risk embarrassment in contrast of hers. I could tell you the way their eyes followed their smile, how their life was encapsulated in their drawings, mirroring what they felt.

Yet, when it comes to explaining how I fell for them, words escape me. Even I, a tortured author, struggle to describe.

How must I convey the sensation of my heart pounding in my ears as if it was trying to break me? The ache in my stomach, churning every chance it got, every fiber of my being dreadfully surrendering to them.

But one is for certain: meeting them was like coming home.

My home.

But I couldn't bring myself to realize that—It was antagonizing for me. Humiliating and mortifying knowing one person could make me become a total fool, become someone I've never thought I'd be.

I've spent my whole life after hiding what I felt for them, lest I risk experiencing what I truly loathe: love.

I despised them ever since I met them, loathed them, hated them. But for what for? I ask myself countless of times, I have never gotten an answer.

When they left, I left. Thinking it would be fate that had accidentally brought two people together who held no meaning for eachothers life, that it was a mistake, and I could've been wrong with how I'm feeling.

And when I came back, they were there.

And when I approached them, it felt right.

It was a week after the incident, but no matter how I tried, I still remember how their smile felt around me. Suffering, irritating, lovely. Like I wanted to relieve it, no matter how much time had passed.

Never once did I get their name in the span of meeting them, it was useless to know anyway.

Yet, I find myself returning to the museum every chance I get for God knows what, acting as if I had unfinished business staring at paintings while the staff rambled beside me. They were better off tattooing their explanation in my skull.

I had other places to attend to, other tasks I should've been doing rather than constantly visiting museum in the afternoon as if I have duties and low-paid labor for employment.

I should've been at my apartment days ago, exhausting myself on a half-assed manuscript I would have recurring thoughts of annihilating along with severing Bianca's hands through the phone.

What terrified me is why I was back.

Standing in front of them. My hands tucked deep inside the pockets of another trench coat, looking down on them sitting on one of the blocks of granite surrounding a oddly placed tree in the middle of the hall, drawing whatever there is to draw.

"Hello." I greeted them. They almost looked startled, surprised that I was even talking to them, like I was some vengeful ghost who returned to seek revenge. Though they weren't far off.

They looked up, immediately flipping over their clipboard as they locked eyes with me.

"Oh—" They cleared their throat, "Hi. Hey, hello." They smiled, albeit awkward. But that feeling of dread, or whatever, came back. Stronger than ever, I feared. I almost had half the mind of punching them in the gut and questioning them why they had this effect on me.

"Didn't know you come here often." A chuckle followed their question, or maybe it was a statement, placing their elbows on their lap while they gazed right at me.

I scoffed, murmuring against gritted teeth why did I even approach them in the first place. "And I didn't know you draw me that often."

I look down on the piece of paper, their deliberate and aggressive brush strokes having an effect on the paper, leaving marks upon marks. It was clear that I've been their subject for days on end. Even if I were to absent, I'd still be able to be the pinnacle of their sketches.

It was funny back then, humorous in my mind on how quick they snatched the piece of paper and tried to explain with little to no comprehension that went across their mind.

"Oh, God, no, no! I just—Okay, well, maybe I've been drawing you ever since I saw you, it's creepy now that I mention it... but it's just—it's dumb of me to not draw you, you know?" They were flustered, their mouth opening and closing only for me to receive words that were out of the dictionary.

They sighed, my lips twitched.

"I'd like to ask," My voice trailed off, grimacing even at the thought of having to initiate a conversation with more or less than five words, "What's... your name?"

"Y/N," They nodded, "L/N. Y/N/L/N." They reached out for a handshake only to immediately retract after a brief awkward seconds of staring. Their name sounded familiar.

"Why are you here?"

"Do I need to reason to?"

"I suppose so, no. But I am curious." Even I don't know why I'm still back here.

Y/n sighed, like I was the one getting on their nerves while it was me who battling against whatever fucked-up demon spawned in my stomach that caused me to feel, things.

"Nothing."

I frowned. "You came here because of.... Nothing?"

"Mhm."

"You are drawing strangers you know nothing about because of nothing?"

"Thought I made myself clear on that first word."

"You've made yourself look foolish than any average person."

"Well, you never told me your name. I think that's foolish enough over my case."

It was my turn to sigh.

"Addams." I reluctantly said to them, "Wednesday, Addams."

Then Y/n looked up at me as if I was some sort of otherworldly deity going back down to earth to finish whatever I started. "Wednesday Addams. I think I've heard that name before."

"No. No, you haven't."

If it wasn't horribly obvious, the sole purpose of my visit to Italy was to neglect everything I left behind in New York—especially deadlines— and hoped my eyes would finally work some sense that would let me start anew.

It was shameful of me, passion that dwindled into something less. If I had the chance, I would've tortured myself for even considering abandoning all of my life's work.

Though, I had my reasons. Even if I had threatened my target population and my audience, it still wouldn't be enough.

In short, I had lost motivation to pursue another book.

I felt as if there was something missing, that I couldn't even dare to even blow the collecting dust in the rims of my typewriter.

I begged for my brain to work, to even produce the slightest idea or word that could have some meaning to it. I was ready to write anything that came to mind, even if it was mediocre.

But, instead, my heart responded.

When I met Y/n, I started writing, and we started talking.

Words flowed through, and my time was wasted on Y/n.

My time was wasted, and they were wasted with their significant other.

I always thought I would suffer the thought of having to live an eternal life with none other than myself, that it was inevitable I was going to perish alone in my own woe.

It remained the same. Now, it's just having to live with the fact that my only greatest love had another.

I felt as if I ate a forbidden fruit once I heard they had someone that loved them as much as I denied myself of the same kind, like I plagued myself with hundreds of years of worry and attachment to someone who had eyes on another, a special muse they had.

Only that I would crumble immediately, tempted to take the fruit in my hands, forever stain my lips of something immoral so that I could forever crawl and weep over them.

In my time in Italy, I thought i'd be avoiding acquaintances that would be much more of a burden to me rather than someone useful. Yet there I was, watching Y/n saunter into my life like the revelation they were.

It's safe to say that Y/n turned out to be anything but a burden. They became someone I looked forward to seeing every day, though I hadn't realized they were motivation until then.

"Wends!"

Their awfully cheerful voice pierced through the air of the restaurant, almost granting the attention from other people as if they shared the same horrendous and dreadful nickname as me.

As much as I fantasized about walking out of the restaurant with y/n's half-broken jaw, I couldn't deny whatever was swirling in my head.

Ever since they knew of that wretched nickname unfortunately given to me by none other by that infectious and the ever infuriating ball of sunshine, Enid Sinclair, they've been calling me it as if I don't have a birth name.

It was a month ever since I've known Y/n, and it was a month of them being a constant presence in my life. They shared breakfast with me, lunches, and sometimes dinners that I somehow always and reluctantly accepted.

They became my routine, and it was a fact I'd sooner die with than confess to anyone.

Y/n slowly approached my table that was filled to the brim with countless of books and my oddly placed typewriter, putting their own stuff down on the seat beside them. "You're here early. You ordered something yet?"

It was 12PM. We agreed on 1, and I came at 10.

I scoffed, keeping my eyes on the typewriter. "You, of all people, should know by now that I would much rather sooner paint myself neon than touch anything on this menu."

I hear y/n setting their elbows on the table, resting their face between their hands. "Aw, c'mon Wends, it wouldn't kill you.

"Cyanide won't, but this will." I stopped writing to take one look at them, obviously and oddly, my gaze never and will never work on them. "Take my advice if you're eager to leave this restaurant with a mouth able to eat and speak."

"Ever the happiest person, Wends." They chuckled, sliding a somehow too bright and colorful menu towards them, "I'll order for you."

I stopped writing all together, "Y/n."

"Wednesday." They raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. It was over before I was even playing the game. Resistance over their lips felt futile anyway.

"Fine." I sighed, shutting my eyes closed just so that for once I can't have my stomach doing fucking acrobatics at the sight of them. "I will... allow it."

The ever-growing smile that crept up to their face was priceless, I couldn't bring myself to pry my eyes away. Murmuring something along the lines that I was too easy to lure in.

Once a waiter passed our table, Y/n ordered something along the lines of whatever the fuck 'Due Cream Soda Alla Vaniglia e Lampone con Glitter Commestibili' was. I was certain I was going to leave the restaurant with a non-working heart and a stomach turning inside and out.

It took no longer than a minute for Y/n to get a hold one of the numerous books piled infront of me. "Are you studying for something?" They asked, opening it only to close it once they noticed how outdated some of the languages are.

I let a small chuckle pass my lips. "What drives you to such a hypothesis."

They gestured to the books and my typewriter, "By how you're literally surrounded by books and you're on a fucking typewriter instead of a laptop." They pointed out, murmuring another, "Also, who the hell says hypothesis."

"People with functioning frontal lobes." I quipped, letting my fingers write on instinct across the typewriter keys as I listened to Y/n's ramblings. "I'm... writing."

"You're an author?"

"No."

"Then why—"

"Are you a painter? An artist?"

"Well... I—no?"

"Then we both don't know what we're doing."

Y/n fell silent moments after, I couldn't help but miss the sound of their voice. Admitting the mere thought aloud seemed absurd, let alone thinking it in the first place. I would've bashed my head on top of my typewriter if not for my resistance.

"How long will you be staying in Italy?" they eventually asked.

"Two more weeks," I replied. "My flight is already scheduled, I'll be leaving then on."

"Oh."

I wasn't expecting an answer anything other than a hint of happiness that I was eventually leaving their life.

"You are?" They repeated, as if they couldn't believe such a statement even escaped my lips, clear disappointment flickering across their face. "That's not... long."

"I am certainly not saying here indefinitely now that I have something to continue when I've arrived at my destination." I cleared out, doing my very best to escape the impending guilt washing over me.

"I'll miss you, Wednesday."

Their words were sincere. Lovely. It had stopped me from writing all together.

Guilt wasn't a feeling I was familiar with at the time. I rarely come across such a feeble emotion. Now it felt like I've committed something immoral. There were times that I lie for my own convenience, and nothing more than my own reason.

Now it felt like I should've lied for them.

I will forever miss you.

I wrote. I never showed them.

One week had passed and I rarely ever got to see Y/n after. Our encounters became increasingly scarce, and their voice plagued me from days on end.

I clung to the faithless hope I had that they would text me, to reach out, to even show me they're alive and well.

I returned to the museum for every day they were absent in my life, searching for any sign of their presence, but each day ended in disappointment.

Of course, fate is indifferent to my yearning, refusing to grant someone I so desperately sought.

Regret gnawed at me as the days turned into a week, and the week turned into the day before my flight.

"Addams. I've heard from others that you've been writing."

"Who others?"

"I'll spare a name to spare New York a corpse found in their sewage pipes by the time you've, hopefully I assume, returned and not jump off the plane."

"Even if I went off the grid, your nagging would've been in spirit."

"Don't flatter me."

"Don't kill yourself without showing me a video tape in full resolution for me to get through rough weeks. Or maybe take a shotgun and shoot yourself in your garage and let me have the keys to your house."

"Addams."

I sigh. "Yes, the rumors—though I would want that vampires head on a stake—are true. I've been writing."

"What happened to you there? You met someone?"

"How'd you know—No. No, I—I haven't. What makes you come to such a foolish conclusion?"

"Oh my God, someone actually managed Wednesday—I'd rather kill myself before loving anyone—Addams to fall terribly in love with them. Who's the unfortunate soul?"

"I would not be naming them because they do not exist."

"You just stuttered, Wednesday. The only thing making you stumble your words is when you're overdosing on whatever poison you're having for breakfast."

"They're no one."

"How are you such a bad liar when you have countless of bodies hidden across the globe?"

I sigh again, this time, it was out of annoyance. "I'll be hanging up. Goodbye, Barclay. If ever you are considering to kill yourself, call me. I'll be at my most happiest to watch."

"Wait, no, Wednesday! I need progress on your—"

I hung up. It was pointless to answer her calls when I was a mere few step away from boarding a plane. She always had a way of getting under my skin, even from across the damn globe.

But there was one name that would always surface in my thoughts: Y/n.

The mere thought of their name will forever remind me of how my heart wasn't programmed to love.

I reached for my phone, fingers tracing over the cold screen. My mind was tired, blank. The only thing I could ever do is stare at their contact and wish I could've done something better.

I typed out a hesitant message, my thumb hovering over the send button as if it was something that could end my world. Only two thoughts ran to my mind: Would they reply, or would my message be nothing to them?

I almost hit send before I heard footsteps approaching me.

"Y/n?"

I whispered their name, the love I carried for them being surrendered like I'd crawl for them once I reached purgatory.

"What are you doing here?" My eyebrows furrowed. How could they leave me, only to return as I was about to depart? "Why are you here, you disappeared, avoided me, why—"

"He proposed to me."

Oh.

I always thought a near-death experience with a loved one would be the deepest I could feel.

I realized I was wrong.

Now my eyes ached to the sting. Like I was weeping for someone that perished in my heart, I grieve for a living soul that was me. It was pathetic.

I expected them to be overjoyed, over the moon as they would express themselves from time to time.

But when I met their eyes, all I saw were tears streaming down their face.

Oh, how I wished to wipe their worries away.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I don't know if I love him."

"Nonsense... You told me you loved him—"

"Well, maybe I haven't been saying anything true to you!"

"Look, I don't know what I'm doing—I don't know what the hell are we doing. I'm living in some apartment with some guy I don't even know I even love, I'm currently standing here like an idiot to a girl who's just about to leave my life, and you're—"

"You're everything."

It was that moment I realized I was lost in a haze of admiration and love for Y/n.

That I was far too deep in their life that they became mine. I never knew I needed them as much when I told them to leave with me and break up with their significant other.

I never knew I needed their lips onto mine until the moment I pulled them close to me.

Now I ache of them.

"Do you regret it, mother? Being such a fool for someone, you became what you hated most. But you endured it all for them."

Wednesday Addams, seating across the bed from her daughter, Blair Addams. She looked just like you, she'd always wonder.

Wednesday sighed, her hand reaching out to gently touch Blair's. "Do you know the phrase, 'Come ti vidi M’innamorai, E tu sorridi Perchè lo sai?'" she asked softly.

"You know I've never indulged myself in whatever you're reading." She shook her head with a smile. She looked even more like you.

She let her fingers trace patterns on her hand, her gaze wandering else where. "Well, it translates to 'When I first met you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew," she explained.

"And do you believe in that, mother?"

Wednesday could almost smile. Her daughter was always the curious one, yet she always managed to be privy of her life from them. "I always believed Y/N knew the moment we first laid eyes on each other, I fell in love with them."

"So, yes, my raven." She nodded, "I do."

"I never knew Y/n would make me their title, their theme, their muse," Wednesday pondered, "I always wondered why i fell for them."

"Falling is an accident, gullible, like with people who fail to do basic things. But I am one of those people if not more if I fell for their on accident and continued to do so."

She sat beside Blair, her legs crossed beside her. "I've never told you at the time, but Y/n was a painter. And they wanted nothing more but than to forget about their past. They have never told me as to why, but I believe them.""

"I worried that my love was violence. It was pain, it was suffering. But y/n took care of themselves, they took care of me. There is no one in the world who had loved me more than them, I fear that it would break them, that I am deemed no longer someone who is a part of their story."

"Yet here we are."

Wednesday couldn't see the smile creeping from her daughters lips. But she knew it was there, just like how you looked like before. She will always and forever take pride in it.

She always thought her greatest love could be something of a passion, a talent, a hobby perhaps.

But no one told her it could be a person.

Blair stretched and turned on a light beside her bed, opening a drawer and taking out two of Wednesday's books. "Must they be the reason your books has been off to your prior ones, mother? You've written all your life of gore and mystery. Now it's romance."

"Well, I—"

"Oh, I'm definitely the reason why your mother has been subtly—not-so-subtly, switching to the romance genre."

You peered through the door, your body wrapped up in a cozy boritto style and everything with a train draping it's way to your back like some met-gala dress.

"Oh, mon chéri," Wednesday's face lit up at the sight of you, immediately standing up and pulled you close, her arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.

Her lips met yours in soft kisses, leaving the taste of faint vanilla chapstick lingering on your lips. "Why are you up so late?"

"Well," You grinned against her lips, "I felt our bed getting cold and to my surprise my wife isn't nowhere near me. You know how I can't sleep without you." She pulled away, you whined at the lost of contact, but you couldn't smile more brightly as she led you towards your daughter. "G'evening, Blair."

"Evening, Y/n." She greeted you before you kissed her on the forehead.

You leaned against Wednesday's shoulder, whispering softly, "You're telling her our story again?"

Wednesday would've thought her small chuckle went unnoticed, but you definitely heard it. The stupid smile on your face told everything.

Her hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "She loves it."

"You love it, mother. Probably more than me." Blair retorted back, evident that she was holding back a laugh.

"I do not! When did I ever—"

"Oh, honey, you know love turns your mother into a girl version of your abuelo.

"Do not ever refer to me as my love drunk father or I will subject you to sleeping on the couch." Wednesday rolled her eyes, pinching the back of your palm. "And please do not shame my work of referring to it as such. I've worked hard day and night yet you proceed call it by such an exasperate—"

You turned your head and pressed a kiss on her cheek, the same spot where her freckles resided, causing her to pause mid-sentence. After atleast ten years of being with her, it always made you so giddy.

"Not even in marriage am I spared by your passive aggressive comments," you teased, your lips curling into a smile as you leaned in closer to her.

You hear your daughter sigh after a brief second, "Addams."

Wednesday almost looked shocked, "My Raven, do not call us by our last—"

"Please exit my room. I'll be going to sleep."

And then, the both of them were shoved off before they could even hug their daughter and kiss her goodnight like they always did.

"I... We were rejected, Y/n." Wednesday exclaimed, like she just got struck with the most heartbreaking news. "She used to love our stories together when she was an infant."

You'd think Wednesday was the non-chalant mom who's strict on her child. But, to your surprise, she was the opposite.

She loved Blair just as much she loved you. Hell, you even considered just maybe, maybe not, disowning your daughter because she gets Wednesday's attention more than you do.

You shrugged, taking her hand and leading her to your upstairs bedroom. "It gets stale once in a whileeeOW!" You winced as Wednesday pinched the back of your palm, again. It was starting to become her love language at this point.

"I'm just kidding!" You reassured her, intertwining your fingers with hers as you walked up the stairs together, pulling the door open for your wife. "She's just in her rebellious teen phase, let it go."

Wednesday rolled her eyes, "Too cliche."

"You used to have one too," you scoffed, settling onto your side of the bed and watching as she laid down on hers.

It was a routine you found yourself often doing, taking in the sight of your beloved as if your life with Wednesday was all a dream. You pinch yourself like almost thrice a day just to really make sure.

"Since when?" Wednesday asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement, quietly shuffling towards you.

You sat up for a moment to undo her braids. You always liked playing with her hair, and that one time she asked of you to undo hers, it became a routine. "Since the beginning of time. And somehow, you never grew out of it."

"You didn't even meet me in my teenage years. I am far from rebellious."

"Yes, baby, but not too far from a death penalty." You chuckled, reaching out to gentle stroke her hair, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her forehead.

"Oh, you flatter me," she replied, a smirk across her lips, but the room was too dim to even notice it.

By now, if you were any ordinary person, Wednesday would've made you disappear entirely. But, the thing is, Wednesday always seemed to look at you as if her life never really started until she found you.

Silence managed to take over the atmosphere, you laid back on the comfortable mattress, feeling Wednesday's head nestled on your arms that were tucked under her hair.

You could almost fall asleep in pure bliss knowing that you've met and loved the girl of your dreams if not for her calling out for you.

"Amore." She whispered.

"Amore?" She whispered again, her voice softer than ever before.

You blinked, momentarily. You swore you just heard an angel. "Yes, amore?"

"Can I... Can you—"

You smiled, almost too knowingly. You knew Wednesday, for someone who's such a romantic soul, she's not too expressive on simple terms like these. "Do you want to be the little spoon?"

She grimaced, you could even hear her grunts of disapproval. "I would highly refrain from calling it that before I jump out of bed and skin you from limb to limb. But... yes, I would like to."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at her response, suppressing a grin to avoid from literally being murdered as you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her close.

Ten years before, if someone had told you that you're going to be doing this to girl you've met at a museum while trying to escape your past, let alone be happily married to her, you would've told them "How the fuck do you know that and please stay away, I have... a boyfriend. I guess."

But now, it seemed so believable. Wednesday was always so relaxed in your arms, your warmth and hers bringing a sort of comfort for the both of you.

You nuzzled your head against the back of her neck, gently moving strands of her hair aside as you pressed soft kisses against her skin, hoping to kick away her tension from the day.

"Stop pouting, Wends," you murmured softly into her skin as you closed your eyes in pure relief.

You hear her scoff, "I am not doing such a humiliating act."

"Oh but you so are." Your grin widening as you pressed another gentle kiss against her nape, "I can hear it from here."

Wednesday let out a sigh, of annoyance? Maybe. But was it tinged with pure adoration and love? Much so. "You don't hear pouts, Y/n."

"When it comes to you, I do and I can."

Silence washed over. This time, you're worried you've teased her that much, she actually got annoyed with you.

"You're awfully quiet. By this time, you're probably threatening to kill me."

"I'm... Sorry." Wednesday whispered, it has an undying tone of tenderness that you don't often see it being expressed through words from her. Slowly, she shifted her body to face yours.

One thing is for certain: She was still so terrifyingly bewitching if not more. She looked pretty in every way possible, it's hard to even believe, it left you in awe.

You feel her gaze darting on your eyes and then drifting down to your lips, hesitating even. It was ridiculous, in the most adorable way possible there is for an Addams like her.

"May I kiss you?"

"You know you're always welcome. It's pointless to ask."

She was the first to reach out, her hand finding it's way to the curve of your cheek, her touch gentle than ever as she traced the line of your jaw as if she was memorizing every feature of yours.

You cupped her face in reciprocation, leaning in closer to where your lips were just hovering inches away from hers. Then, you closed the space between the both of you.

You pulled away, your eyes meeting hers with a soft smile. It was impossible to think that this woman held your heart in her hands like it was nothing.

"Have I ever told you that you're pretty?" you whispered, letting your hands fall to her waist and pulled her close.

"Ever since you've met me."

“You know, I’m surprised you even remember our first meeting.”

“Oh, how could I ever forget my lover?”

You laughed, a symphony that always gets Wednesday to have a slight tug in her lips. “Stop being so romantic. You are a grown woman with a daughter.”

You continued to stare into her eyes as you drape the rest of the blanket for the both for you. "It's hard to think you're the first one to fall in love and not me."

"It's hard to think of anything when you're here with me, te amo." Wednesday replied, her gaze softening almost immediately.

You sighed. "You know I love you, right?"

Wednesday blinked. "I always will."

You smiled.

And Wednesday smiled back.

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a/n: this was longer than i thought. i yap too much in stories i fear

[koidfeeesh]

Still have that alternate plot on the mind, and wanted to expand a bit on how I personally think it would’ve went:

The story is all the same in the beginning but a messenger interrupts the wedding instead of JD, inviting Poppy to an "award ceremony" for saving music from the Rockapocalypse

Poppy and Branch go to Mount Rageous (after the wedding ofc) to get Poppy's award, where the two walk right into a trap set by the twins

Before the trap can fall on top of Poppy to trap her, Branch dives in and pushes her out of the way trapping himself instead

Velvet, Veneer, and Crimp all walk in to see a trapped Branch in the diamond bottle. The twins don't know who he is but Crimp is a BIG Brozone fan and recognizes Bitty B, better than just a princess of pop in the twin's eyes, and takes him away.

Crimp hears sniffling after the twins leave and find a hidden Poppy who just lost her boyfriend and she has no clue how to get him back. Thankfully Crimp knows that the perfect family harmony would shatter diamonds and advises her to find his brothers (who she didn't even know existed until seconds ago

Poppy reaches out to Queen Barb for desperate help, along with all the other kingdoms to find the brothers, Barb immediately recognizes that Floyd is in the Rock kingdom and sends him to Pop village to join Poppy.

The two then travel to the other kingdoms and distant lands to try and find the other brothers and save Branch before it's too late

That's all I have for now! If this is something you guys would like to hear more of my thoughts for the plot please let me know!!!

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II Most Wanted Part 7:

One Day We Won't Be

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: Confrontations and conversations.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, ANGST, FLUFF. This part is plot with porn. Flashbacks, mentions of teenage pregnancy and heartbreak, the past in human form, important conversations with an important question. 😉. Black girl magic, natural hair care, supercenters. Shower sex, hand job, slight choking, finger f ucking, raw p in v, size kink, squirting, squirting oral sex, praise kink.

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the seventh installment of II Most Wanted. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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May 2004

You and Sy were in your own little bubble most of the time you were at the prom. Of course you had fun with your crew, but you two were all over each other, and after a couple of hours, decided to cut out and head to the chalet. On your way out, you were stopped by Jeremy Atkins, who hadn’t spoken much to Sy since he’d broken up with Becca six months earlier.

“They are about to announce Prom Court, Sy. Word on the street is that you’re a cinch for King.”

Sy looked at you, and then back at Jeremy, sighed, and whispered in your ear.

“You mind if we stay just a little while longer, Buttercup?”

You pouted just a little, then grinned up at Sy, going on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. 

“Only if you keep the crown on all night. I mean allllll night.”

You giggled as Sy chuckled and grinned down at you.

“Even if I’m king, your wish is my command. Here. I see the goosebumps raising on your arms.” 

You grinned as Sy draped his tuxedo jacket around your arms. Now you were ensconced in his warmth and his smell. 

Stephanie Prince, the Student Body President, walked up to the mic on stage and said lots of words before announcing the court. You were too wrapped up in Sy to pay attention. When he was announced King, Sy picked you up when he stood, causing you to squeal before he put you down. Your classmates either laughed or rolled their eyes.

Sy reached the stage and winked at you, who was standing right in front taking pictures of your man.

When Becca was announced queen, you curiously watched her gain the stage. Becca’s high waisted ball gown was a little out of fashion, which was weird for her, but you figured she just wanted to attract attention. After they were crowned, Sy moved to get back to you as Becca stepped up to the mic.

“Thank you for this honor. I just want to make one announcement.”

Becca moved her hands around her waist, unfastening her skirt. Everyone gasped as they thought she was stripping, but she only revealed a sleek dress underneath.

And a very pregnant belly.

“I will be having a baby in August. And the father is your Prom King, Jake Syverson.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!?!?” 

Carla yelled it as the rest of the room was silent.

Your eyes searched for Sy, who was frozen halfway down the stage steps. His eyes were wide as he gaped at Becca.

She looked back at him triumphantly.

“Remember the night of your 18th birthday, Sy?”

Your mind raced. Sy’s birthday was in October, and right before you two got together. That would mean that Becca was almost 7 months pregnant. You felt the blood rushing in your ears as you started walking backwards toward the door.

His mouth dropped open as he stared at her, then, when he heard you sob, he searched for you in the crowd. 

You were out of the door, Carla and Tiffani and their dates hot on your heels, in under two seconds, flat.

—-

June 2024

You woke up with a start and stared over at Sy, who was sleeping peacefully beside you in his bed. This time it was you who watched him sleep as you processed the fact that Sy was here with you now, and what happened 20 years ago was over and done with. Your mind was trying to trick you with fear and anxiety. 

Sy had reached his goal of convincing you to give this a try this weekend, and you decided to risk it all by checking out of your AirBnB early and taking your rental back to the airport that morning because you wanted to spend every possible minute with him. 

“Now who’s bein’ a creep, Buttercup?”

Sy’s gravelly voice was heaven as he gathered you up in his arms, and the smile on his face was everything. 

You snuggled in with Sy, kissing his neck and enjoying his warmth. You let the skin on skin contact regulate your erratic heartbeat from the dream.

“Hmmmm. I wasn’t stalking you, promise Syverson, just thinking of everything I need to do to get ready for my interview tomorrow. Need look presentable and be packed, because my interview is at nine, my plane leaves at two…”

You trailed off as you thought of how your outlook on Monday had changed from when you’d first arrived back in town. What started as a lark was now serious. You were beginning to think that you wanted this to work between you and Sy, and getting this job would play a big part in that.

Sy looked down at you and kissed your forehead.  

“Come back to me, Buttercup. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”

You looked up at him, “What?” 

You laughed a little, because you were unsure what he was speaking about.

“I can tell when you get into your head. Whatever it is, we can get through it.”

You continued to stare into his eyes and then he nodded.

“And I was also talking about after you fly away tomorrow afternoon. I’m hoping that you will come back to me and we can continue this new relationship.”

You smiled, because Sy really got you. You kissed his hairy chin and listened to his heartbeat for a minute. You wanted to be there forever. But you didn’t say that.

“Well, I was thinking, I really need to do something with my hair. Want to do a twistout, but I need some products and equipment.”

Sy leaned back to look at you.

“Equipment?”

You grinned.

“Yes, equipment. Black girl magic requires some serious alchemy.”

Sy was interested now.

“What kind of equipment? I got a whole garage full.”

You bit your lip at how cute he was.

“I doubt that you have a hood dryer out there.” 

You lifted your hand to his hair. 

“But you rock these curls, Sy. You might.”

Sy laughed and ran his own hand through his hair to capture yours and bring it to his chest. You flattened your palm to feel his heart beat, which is what he wanted. 

It only beat for you.

“Anything you need, my lady.”

You giggled at his foolishness. Sy laughed with you.

“Seriously. Whatever you need to feel confident for tomorrow. It’s a big day.”

You looked into Sy’s hopeful eyes.

“You’re right. I applied on a whim when I saw the opening. It the dream, working for a company that designs and builds small, eco-friendly homes for the unhoused. It’s perfect.”

Sy watched your eyes sparkle, for about the sixth time, exactly the number of times you’d mentioned the company this weekend.

“Even if it's not my dream location.”

Sy smiled at you and grunted.

“Hmph. Avoiding me I see.”

You were about to give a facetious retort, but decided against it. It was time out for all of that.

“It wasn’t just you. It…”

“I know, Buttercup. Just teasin’ ya.”

Then his face turned serious.

“I need to tell you the full truth about something.”

Your heart dropped. 

“I know that ReHome is your ideal and all, but I don’t want you to get into the interview and be surprised. My company, Castle Builders, is the primary contractor for them. We’d be sorta, kinda… working together?”

The way he said it, with his face scrunched up like a little boy, was so adorable, but you were wary.

“And you let me go on and on about it, without thinking of mentioning that?”

You moved out of Sy’s grasp and sat up, covering yourself with the sheet.

Sy sat up and leaned against the headboard behind you, running his hands through his hair again and taking a deep breath. He needed to be careful.

“Yes. Because before this morning, I didn’t want to scare you off.”

You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a side eye.

“And what happened this morning, Sy? Some bomb sex?”

Sy looked like a little boy again, younger than when you met him.

“You told me that you were mine.”

Your heart did a funny thing as you heard those words. You fought the urge to run.

“You weren’t square with me, Sy.”

You shook your head in disappointment, and he felt terrible.

“Don’t look at me like that, Buttercup. It’s killin’ me.”

Sy put his hand on your shoulder.

“Please. Listen. Don’t build this up in your head to more than it is.”

You didn’t look up at him as you turned your eyes to the sheets and tried to stop the tears from falling.

“I didn’t engineer the interview. I actually didn’t know until you told me last night. And I didn’t tell them to hire you. You got that on lock on your own.”

You chuckled and sniffled, wiping your eyes quickly. Sy’s heart broke, but he didn’t move because he knew you needed space. He was surprised you were still in bed with him.

“I haven’t been hired yet.”

“You will be.”

“You just said you didn’t tell them to hire me.”

Sy smiled and wiped a tear from your cheek. You let him.

“I didn’t. With your qualifications and roots in this town, they’d be idiots not to want to talk to you. Also, your background and experience is a definite plus for the clients.”

You looked at Sy a long time. He knew you. He knew what you and your mom went through back in the day, and he believed in you. So you decided to believe him.

“What are they going to do when they find out about our relationship, Sy?”

He grinned at that. He raised his eyebrow.

“So, we’re in a relationship are we?”

You rolled your eyes at him and tried not to smile.

“You know what….?”

Sy put his hands up and did some fast talking.

“Just kidding, Buttercup. Don’t get mad.”

He took your hand and pulled you closer.

“I think you know I want forever with you.”

You didn’t say anything, just allowed Sy to pull you into an embrace. You relaxed. He continued.

“We are in year two of a five year contract. I figure, by that time the contract is fulfilled, we will be on our way to creating a non-profit arm of Castle on our own…”

You watched how small your hand looked in Sy’s and wondered about the ‘we’ that he just uttered. You decided to chill.

He was worth it.

“Okay, Sy.”

You finally looked him in the eye.

“But no more surprises. I’m serious. If you want this to work, we’ve got to have truth.”

Sy looked down at you, amazed at how beautiful you were, and that you were in his arms.

“Oh, I’ll give you more truth than you can handle, Buttercup.”

He smiled at you angelically and leaned in for a peck on the lips. Then, moved to get out of bed and grinned as he went into the bathroom.

“It’s almost two pm, got to get a move on to build your dream salon. Where would we get this hood dryer?”

You stared at the ceiling, not believing that you and Sy were doing this domestic thing. You arrived in town two days earlier dreading seeing him and now you didn't want to leave. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, seeking clarity and peace.

“The supercenter should have them.”

You said it as you breezed past him, naked and on the way into the shower.

He was staring.

“I’ll never get over seeing you all wet, Buttercup.”

—-

Sy pulled you to him for a kiss as he stepped into the shower.

“Can’t ever get enough of you,” he whispered it in your ear as he handled your ass, his long fingers skimming your wetness.

“Same, Sy.”

Your hands were all over him, sliding over his shoulders with the hot water. You traced his neck, torso and abs, down to the throbbing muscle between you. All the while, you were kissing passionately, his tongue sliding through your mouth as if establishing ownership. 

Your hand slid up and down his cock, expertly now, squeezing in that way that made him groan and throw his head back, giving you a view of the corded muscles in his neck. The way your thumb slipped across the slick head of him made him tremble and you feel powerful. When your other hand slipped down to his balls and tugged, Sy had moved you against the cooler tiles of the shower wall.

“Fuck, Buttercup. You do that so godamn well…too fucking well.”

You went on tip toe for a kiss, sucking his tongue in time as you pumped his cock. Sy moaned in your mouth, then grabbed your throat as he bent further in order to suck your nipples, his lips, tongue and teeth making you quiver. You whimpered when his mouth came back up to your ear.

“You tryna make me spill before I see you come apart for me? Hunh?”

His voice was gravel and rumbled straight to your pussy. Sy’s pupils were blown as he looked at you through half closed lids, mouth open and panting as you worked him with both hands.

His grinned and held your gaze as he slowly inserted two fingers into his mouth and pulled them back out, causing you to tremble.

“Open.”

One word made you close to cumming untouched, and you did as he commanded. He inserted the same two fingers on your tongue. You closed your lips around them and started to suck. His cock jumped in your hands and despite the overhead shower spray, you felt more slick shoot from his tip.

Sy’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“Christ, this mouth, Buttercup. Those hands, so good for me. This. Pussy.”

He actually gasped as he removed his fingers from your mouth into your wet heat and started pumping.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, baby.”

You rode his fingers as he started fucking you in earnest, the velocity at which his hand moved causing violent sprays of water all around you as you came on his hand.

“So fucking pretty when you cum for me Buttercup.”

You just whimpered as he turned you around, bent you over, and then pushed his fat cock inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so thick!”

“So fucking tight!” 

You both exclaimed at the same time.

Although you’d taken him plenty of times already, you didn’t think you’d ever get used to his girth. Sy was close as soon as he was inside you. Your warm wet heat was his weakness. He clutched you to him from behind as he finally slid home and you pushed back on him as he fucked you. Hard.

Water was jumping everywhere at the force of his thrusts and he created more leverage and a better angle by holding your arms behind your back. 

“Ugh! Feels s-s-so goooddd. Sy!” 

“Come on, give it to me baby!”

You came again on his cock, your fluid competition for the shower spray. 

“Fuck! I gotta taste that shit.”

Sy pulled out and got on his knees to lap you up and eat you out. 

After you came again, he stood up, picked you up and fucked your weak body against the wall. You rode him, clinging to him like a vine until you felt the hot jettison of his cum shoot inside you and drip down your legs along with the steamy shower water.

Next thing you knew, you were being shook awake and you found yourself naked and back in Sy’s bed.

“C’mon Buttercup. I let you sleep for an hour. But we really gotta get going.”

You moaned and rolled over, covering your head with a pillow.

“We can stay in bed. I’ll order take out and you can have your hair in pigtails for the interview.”

You bolted upright in the bed.

“I’m awake.”

—---

45 minutes later, you were bopping along in the grocery section of the supercenter, your cart full of hair supplies, looking for some snacks while Sy scoped out some meat and fish to grill. You were into this domestic shit. Suddenly, a kid, about 8 or nine years old, ran into your cart.

“Ooof! Sorry!”

He was adorable and grinned at you before he ran back to his mother, who was castigating him. 

“Josiah! I told you to look where you are going! Did you apolo– Y/N????”

You looked at the kid’s mother and blanched. Holy shit.

“Becca?”

She looked exactly the same, but older. And she didn’t seem perfect any more.

“Yes. It’s me. I heard you were in town for the reunion, but I always just missed you at the functions.”

She didn’t mention Sy, but if people told her you were at the reunion activities, they’d be sure to tell her who you’d left with. You decided to give her some grace.

“How are you? This your little one?”

Becca looked over at her son as if surprised he was there. She softened, and ruffled his curly hair. You both looked at him and saw Jeremy.

“Yes. he is my little. I have- I have four. Jeremy and I. Jeremiah… she cleared her throat, looking guilty as you both remembered how that pregnancy was announced. Jordan, Jade, and Josiah.”

You inwardly cringed but said, “How cute.”

Becca, chucked her chin up.

“Yes, we went with all J names. I know it’s not cool, but… this is us.”

You felt bad for a minute. Could Becca be looking for your approval?

“Hey… No, I like it….And he’s a beautiful kid.”

Josiah was now tucked under his mother’s arm.

“Yes, and he’s smart, and kind. My road dog.” 

Becca smiled down at him grinning up at her and she looked almost beautiful. She looked back up at you and then her smile dropped. You felt a chill in the air.

“Hey Sy.”

You looked back to see Sy behind you with meat that he reached around you to put in the cart. There was no mistaking what this was.

“Hello, Becca.”

Sy’s back was straight and his tone more formal. You got a glimpse of his command in the service.

Becca’s eyes surveyed the pair of you and she cleared her throat again. 

“You two always did make a handsome pair. You look good together.”

You had nothing to say to that, given your history, so you just stayed silent. The reality of the woman before you destroyed the multiple fantasies you’d had about gouging her eyes out.

Sy put his hand on your waist and drew you back on to him, almost like a shield. Damn, this woman hurt him.

You felt bad for all three of you.

“We do, don’t we?”

Josiah was tap dancing in the aisle now, and Becca shushed him.

“Yes. Well, I’ve got to go get him to soccer. Jordan’s looking forward to football this fall, Sy.”

Becca awkwardly turned her cart around in the aisle and spoke over her shoulder as she fled.

“Me too. I hear he’s even better than ‘Miah.”

Becca grinned as before she turned down the next aisle.

“Just you wait and see. Good to see you, Y/N.”

You both stood there for a second, letting the interaction sink in. It was anticlimactic for you and nerve wracking for Sy.

“You good?”

Sy was worried that this was going to send you over the edge.

“I’m great.”

You turned in his grip and gave him a kiss. 

“Let’s go home. I’m starving.”

The word home made any worries in Sy’s mind disappear.

—--

May 2004

As Sy pulled up to your place after the prom, the other two Powerpuff Girls and their dates were standing guard outside. Sy jumped out and started toward the house.

Carla stepped in front of him. 

"You don't wanna go in there, Sy."

"Don't worry, I got her, Bubbles. Let me pass."

"You don’t get to call me that anymore, Jacob. Turn the fuck around.” 

Carla blocked the way, Tiffani and the crew behind her.

“Please get outta my way."

"No."

"No?" 

Sy glared down at Carla. And she glared back up at him, unafraid.

"Did I stutter?"

Sy turned to Tiffani. 

“Listen, can you talk to her? Ask her to see me?”

Tiffani crossed her arms. 

“Now why would I do that? You embarrassed the fuck outta my friend tonight.”

Sy threw up his hands.

“I didn’t know this was going to happen.”

“Did you, or did you NOT stick your unwrapped dick into Becca Ferguson 6 months ago?”

Sy winced at Carla’s blunt words.

“Don’t get shy now, mutha–”

Tiffani put her hand on Carla’s shoulder.

“Look, I don’t think she’s going, but I will go tell her that you’re here.”

Carla glared at her bestie, but Tiff shushed her and turned to go to your front door. Everyone watched it open and accept her in, while Sy nervously paced beside the Bronco.

Ten minutes later, Tiff came out of the house with a box and his tuxedo jacket. She approached Sy, who stopped moving and was staring at what was in her hands. He looked from what was in Tiffani’s hands to her face.

“No.”

Sy was in denial as Carla approached him with a box of his things.

“Yes, Sy. You fucked up big time. She doesn’t want to see you. At all. These are some things of yours. And your jacket. Be careful. There is something for you in the pocket.”

“No.”

Sy wouldn’t accept the items, so Tiffani just opened the Bronco and placed the belongings in the passenger seat, taking your bag from inside.

“No! Buttercup!!! Y/N!!!!”

Sy charged toward your house as Gavin and Tony blocked him. They did a good job, after all, they were his defensive backs.

“Just go man. Give her some room.”

Sy looked at Carla as if he’d heard her for the first time.

Yes, he’d give you some space and in the morning, you’d talk. He looked at your door again and then down at his boots, kicking a rock before circling around and getting into the truck. He sat there, staring into space for a minute before he started the car.

“Hey, yo, man. You good?”

Gavin was concerned.

Sy shook his head. He wasn’t good. Not at all.

“This is wild, Ya’ know?”

“Yes. Yes it is. Be safe on the road.”

Gavin had little sympathy as he tapped Betty twice, signaling that it was time for Sy to leave.

Sy took one last look at your house, then started Betty and pulled away from the curb. He got home without realizing it, and started walking into his house. He stopped halfway to the door, and then ran back to the truck, diving for his things through the open window. Surely what was in the jacket was a note from you!

Sy knew it was over when he pulled his grandmother’s ring out of his tuxedo pocket.

—---

June 2024

Sy looked at the ring as he held it again. It was so delicate. And special. And you loved it back in the day. He hoped that you would accept it again. His heart beat was erratic and the meal that he’d carefully prepared threatened to come back up. He put the ring back in his pocket, scared that he would fuck up the good vibes of the weekend.

You were reading over your research on ReHome while you sat under the dryer. He smiled as he thought of how charitable you were toward Becca during your talk on the way home from the store. Instead of setting you off, the encounter seemed to calm you down. You were focused on the future, excited about the interview, and flirting through dinner. 

The ease by which you’d settled into his life in mere hours had him shook. He had hope that transcended time, but he was in awe that this really might happen. Sy watched the baseball game, trying to distract himself from you but instead he ended up staring at the screen while thoughts of you ran through his mind. 

You walked into Sy’s living room, clad in only his ARMY t-shirt and panties. You ran your hand over your twists and decided they were sexy. Your confidence was back. Today, you saw the truth. And the truth was that Becca Ferguson was just a flawed woman. And she had tried her best to stop what you and Sy had, but time and fate had you back together. Because even though it was 20 years later, Jacob Syverson still loved you.

And you still loved him.

You leaned against the wall as Sy stared at the television screen. He looked delectable in his grey sweatpants which stretched taught on his thighs and a Castle Builders t-shirt which was hanging on to his muscles for dear life. He caught sight of you drooling over him as he lifted his arm to rake through the curls on his head.

“Why hello there, Buttercup. Or should I call you Ms. Creeper?”

You laughed as you sauntered over to stand in front of him on the couch. He licked his lips and looked you and your attire up and down. He leaned forward and put his fingertips on the back of your knee. 

“I love you walking into my house and stealing my clothes. Looks good on you, baby. Damn good.”

His hand moved up your thigh and you trembled as you asked a question. 

“Who’s winning?”

Sy looked up at you and thought for the hundredth time that he wanted this for life. His heart swelled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap.

“I am.”

You snuggled into his chest and nuzzled his neck, inhaling the scent of him and trying not to think of leaving the following afternoon. This was not how you pictured this weekend turning out. You just wanted to stay in his arms.

“Hmmmm, looks to me like it’s the ‘Stros, but maybe you’ll get lucky too.” 

You were grinning up at him when something shiny caught your eye.

You turned your head to see Sy’s grandmother’s ring between his pointer finger and thumb. Suddenly, a sound came out of your throat, a cross between an exclamation, a sob, and a laugh.

“Jacob Syverson!”

You sat up straight on his thigh with your mouth open and your hands covering it and looked from him to his grandmother’s ring.

“Buttercup. Now this is just a ‘tiny little ol’ ring, that’s not worth much monetarily, but it means the world to me. I used to think that no one would want it, but my Gran told me that it was for my future wife.” 

You stared at the ring like it was the crown jewels, and of a sudden, you felt too young for this moment. Then you looked at Sy. You were ready.

“A long time ago, I said that we were jumpin' the gun, and that we were too young, but I also knew that one day we wouldn’t be.”

You were sobbing now.

“Oh, Sy��”

“I will love you ‘til the day I die, Buttercup. I know this is super fast, but then again it’s taken 20 years. I just can’t help it. I can’t wait any longer.”

Sy lifted you off of his lap and went down on one knee on the rug in front of you. It felt as if there was no air in the room and you could hear the blood rushing in your ears.

“Will you take this ring as a promise of marriage?”

“Sy… I love you. I do.”

Sy grinned and grabbed the back of your neck for a kiss as you tried to keep your wits about you.

“Now. What exactly are you asking me?”

“I am asking you to marry me, Buttercup.”

——

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[j0eyj0rdis0n]

Wait hear me out , pls do sm about EJ , like him being a soft dom and some overstimulation with CNC pussy eating and creampie (ik cnc is often written as rough but could you make it more soft , like boyfriend EJ Just not caring about your struggling, instead he just softly pets you and shush's you while he takes advantage of you, lovingly ofc)

ABSOLUTELY!! I always love your requests btw 🖤

SOFT DOM EYELESS JACK

Fandom: Creepypasta

Plot: Jack takes you when he wants, but that doesn’t mean he’s mean about it

Warnings: noncon/dubcon (i honestly can’t really tell so I leave it to you), oral briefly, unprotected sex, creampie

It had been a busy day running around on missions, the last thing you wanted was to get down and dirty with Jack… But when he has his mind made, well… He knows what he wants. And tonight he wanted you. He wasn’t big with words and you knew that. But when you tried to reason him off of you, he wasn’t having it at all.

He worked your pants off, gently pushing you back on his heavily blanketed bed. The only sounds that came from him were soft purrs as he took off your underwear, moving his mask to the side so he could get a taste.

“Jack off! I don’t want this right now…” You groaned, half from annoyance and half from pleasure as his tongue delved its way into you.

Your words still didn’t change his mind and you could see this wasn’t going to go your way. He gently ran his hands down your thighs leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His warm tongue worked magic on your folds, getting you to whine and push him away just like he liked. He loved knowing you were too weak to get away from him even if you put effort behind it. He loved how small your hands were against his shoulders as you push harder, not making him budge one single inch from your sweet core.

He looked up at you with an evil grin, putting his razor teeth on full display for you. “Oh darling, you can’t get away from me. It’s useless trying. Now let me take care of you.” He left gentle kisses up your thighs, giving small nips here and there to mix a little pleasure with pain.

You don’t stop your futile fight as he pulls off his pants, letting his erect cock spring free. “See dear? This will stretch you out just perfectly! Remember last time?” He mumbled against your thigh before standing up so you could see him in his full glory.

Oh you remembered last time… All 8 inches of it… And the worry was evident on your face. You watched as Jacks cock twitched at your expression.

“Don’t be worried darling, I’ll take good care of you~”

He ran the tip of his throbbing dick against your slit, making sure to collect as much of your slick as he possibly could. After all, he doesn’t want to hurt you too bad. Your nervous whimpers brought out the monster in him that he tried so hard to keep at bay. He would ruin you if you kept up those sweet noises. You’re lucky he didn’t tear you apart right now!

“J-Jack please… I don’t wanna hurt…”

He only shushed you with a smile, slowly entering you with a hiss. You were the closest to heaven he’d ever get to and he was feeling it now. He prayed you wouldn’t bleed, oh god would that drive him absolutely feral. Your scent of arousal was already so strong it made his head dizzy, he didn’t know if he could take the scent of your sweet blood. The mix might actually make him sick.

He watched as small tears rolled down your plump cheeks. How delicious. He starts off slow, nice and soft for you. He does care after all. But as your slick begins to build up, your whines grow louder, your hole squeezes his cock in just the right way, he can’t hold himself back. He hits the spots you didn’t even know could be reached. It made your toes curl as you desperately clung to him, panting over and over again how it’s “too much” or you “couldn’t take it”. He didn’t take a single word you said seriously. In one ear and out the other. You weren’t done until he said so.

Jack let out a low growl as he saw the bulge reappear in your core with each loving thrust.

“I want to eat you up so bad. All to myself. All for me.” He hissed desperately, feeling his orgasm building along with yours. He could always tell by the look in your pretty eyes that your orgasm was dangerously close. The pleading look they gave him, the salty tears that he loved to lick up. You were close, oh so close.

With a few circles around your clit with his precise fingers and a couple deep thrusts you came undone. Your pretty pants filling the room along with the sloppy wet sounds that continued as Jack chased after his orgasm. He loved the feeling of filling you up, knowing that you, his mate, could possibly have his babies. His hot seed filled you up with one final thrust. The demon kissed your neck greedily, pulling out slowly, watching the way your hole throbbed around nothing.

“My darling did so well~” he cooed, cleaning you up slowly but surely, making sure to get every drop that could get your pretty self all sticky. “I’m so proud of you love.” He laid next to you, stroking your hair and kissing your tears away, making sure to lick his lips to taste how sweet you are.

[jacaerysgf]

So i was thinking about enemies to lovers jacaerys x ftm!reader like they know each other since they were kids but they're always fighting/competing with each other and then someone from their school throw a party and they got very drunk and ended up fucking (ofc jace teases the hell out of him)

a.n: literally pure filth, enjoy ! can be read as gn! but it is intended to be m! just a little drabble

w.c: 800+

c.w under cut

masterlist - requests open

c.w: bottom!also kinda mean but sub!reader, mean? dom!top!jace, college au, barely any plot, teasing, slut shaming, anal (implied), anal fingering, anal eating (implied), male masturbation (kinda?),slight breeding kink i guess ? rivals to lovers(?)/fwb? can be interpreted either way, not proofread

“Always knew you were a fucking slut.”

You don’t even remember how you ended up here. You and jace have always had a sort of rivalry. Ever since you met you two never really got along, you were civil when you needed to be, but any chance you would get you two would exchange insults.

“When are the two of you gonna fuck already?” You remember looking at your friend with confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“Are you kidding me? The hate fucking you guys would have is insane.”

“You say that like you didn't just have your tongue up my ass.” You feel a harsh slap against your ass cheeks and you whimper. “Shut the fuck up slut.”

“Make me you piece of shit.” He says nothing in return. You don’t see what he’s doing, laying on your stomach makes it near impossible to look at him, you hear some wet sounds before you suddenly feel a finger slip into your hole and moan.

“You were too fucking ready for that, what a fucking whore.” No sounds leave your mouth other than hushed moans as he begins to pump his finger in and out. “Now you wanna be quiet huh? you were running your mouth earlier what happened?” You can hear the fake concerned voice and you can even imagine the pout on his face as he mocks you.

“Please.” He shoves a second finger in and moves so his face is right next to your ear, managing to catch your teary eyes, “Awe,” He wipes a tear from you face but the look he gives you shows he doesn't care, “Look at you, so cute.”

“Fuck you.” You manage to cry out and you watch his jaw clench and he tsks at you. “Seems like nobody taught you how to show some respect.” Suddenly his fingers are ripped out of you and you whine, wiggling your ass in his direction to get him to put them back in.

He slaps your ass, “Stop fucking whining,” He flips you around and he’s suddenly straddling you, holding his cock in his hands, “you need to be punished so you’re gonna sit there and watch.”

You stare at him, trying to keep your eyes off his dick as he begins to stroke himself, his eyes closing as he begins to moan. “Fuck.” No matter how much squirming and whining you do he does not let up, continuing to force you watch him pleasure himself while you’re withering in pain from how turned on you are.

“jace,,,” “shut up, im fucking close.”

He has you laying on your hands so you can’t even reach up and grab him. “I’m sorry jace please.” He just laughs and shakes his head, continuing to jerk himself off. “Now you wanna be sorry right? right as im about to cum, awe are you upset im not cumming in you?”

He grabs your jaw with one hand and forces you to look him, “What you want that? You want me to stuff you full?” You nod as best you can and you try to see his facial expression through your blurry teary eyes.

You see him come closer into view until his lips press against yours, unlike how he has been treating you he kissed you softly. Both of his hands move to cup your cheeks, you can feel him smiling against your lips and as he pulls back he wipes some of the tears off your face.

“You good?” His voice is softer than it had been before, clearly checking in on you. Your heart swells at his actions and you nod. “Yes, i promise, im good.” He hums and pecks your lips one more time before he gets off you and harshly turns you over and pulls your hips up and a hand comes down to force your chest against the bed.

You can’t help but feel slightly humiliated at the position but you can think about that right as his fingers rub around your hole. “You’re so cute.”

“Saying that to my ass?” “What? She’s cute, look at her puckering at my fingers.” “My ass is a she?” “To make you feel better ill say my dick is also a she.” “Fuck you.”

Apparently in that time you were chatting he had lubed up his dick and began to stick the head of his dick inside you, “I'm fucking trying to.”

perm jacaerys taglist <3

@tyronesien @itsbookworm987 @cruelworldlana @smurfelle @ireneispunk @hxtd @venmondiese @urmomsgirlfriend1 @aegonswife

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

airp2ds

read part one of airpods here!!!

wc: 2k reader: femme!afab (matt calls reader a "pretty girl", is called a "young lady" by their uncle-- it's meant to feel derogatory ofc, reader is wearing a skirt, reader dances at a strip club in stilettos) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- less of a bonkers scenario, but some really rich and fun plot development this time; funny & angst & fluff surprisingly-- stepcest obvi and we discuss it summary: after (y/n)'s little stunt a few days ago, their whole family gathers for an anything but peaceful dinner. rivalnewstepbrother!matthew has no interest in helping you out of this awful situation. or does he? yooooooo this only took 4 months to post, but it's perfect so hope you'll forgive me!! i TOLD you i'd do it eventually. and i did. missing organ and all. ilyyy thanks for bearing with me ੈ✩‧₊˚

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, stepcest and we don't ignore it, p-in-v penetrative sex, brief heavy petting/fingering, not entirely safe cum destination lmao, unprotected obviously (do what you want, be smart), reader is a dancer at a strip club and their family is appalled, swearing... this one made me feel again yay

you stick your fork in a potato and pop it in your mouth, chewing and swallowing as you stare at your plate. your entire extended family converses around you at the long, glass dining table, celebrating your new stepdad’s birthday with your mom’s locally famous honey ham and roasted potatoes. 

everyone’s having a goodman ball.

everyone except... you.

after suffering such a devastating defeat a couple nights ago, you’d been avoiding matthew like the plague. tail between your legs, you’d stood up from your stepbrother’s bed after he left you high and dry— sulking all the way back to your room.

you’d been avoiding matthew so diligently since then that this dinner was the first time you’d seen him since his fingers were inside you. he’s eating a little too well and talking to all of your family members, oozing respect and likability. 

you’ve never hated anyone more.

“now matthew,” you grandmother starts, reaching out her hand to him, “please tell us more about what you’ve been doing abroad. it all sounds so important from what your father’s mentioned!”

matthew smiles humbly. “i’ve been pursuing a career in performance in seoul! it’s really not all that important in the scheme of things, but it’s definitely been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.”

“don’t be too humble, matthew,” your stepdad calls from the head of the table. “he works tirelessly day and night to accomplish his goal! he’s such a great kid.”

“we’re so very proud. i never imagined having a child with such passion and drive!” your mom chimes in obliviously. her eyes widen when she realizes what she said and she clears her throat awkwardly. “i mean, a son, that is.”

you close your eyes, stabbing a roasted red potato and letting your fork clatter onto the fine china plate. 

“(y/n), how are you doing?” your uncle asks quickly. “have you found a better job yet?”

“i’m doing fine, thank you,” you answer through gritted teeth. “and i like my job. i’m not interested in finding one that society would categorize as better at this time.”

“but a young lady like you shouldn’t be—.”

“but what i am interested in finding a better version of,” you interrupt, picking up your glass of wine and downing the remaining contents, “is a family. one that doesn’t judge me or compare me to my new stepbrother— who, if i’m to judge from how you all indulge him, is jesus christ reincarnated! how divinely exciting!”

“(y/n),” your mother scolds, grabbing the empty wine glass out of your hand. “don’t be so cruel to your brother.”

“he’s not my brother,” you assert, snatching the wine glass back. in a flash, it slips from your fingers and shatters onto the dining room floor.

“you always do this,” your mother sighs, shaking her head in disappointment. she can’t even look at you. "you get so jealous when anyone is doing better than you are. i’m just so tired of your selfish immaturity.”

“perhaps it's time for you to get your own apartment and stop freeloading off of us,” your stepfather says with a sigh. “then you’ll find the motivation to stop working at that indecent bar and start making a proper living.”

your stomach flips at the threat. “i grew up in this house. you moved in a year ago after the mortgage was already paid off. doesn’t that make you as much of a fucking freeloader as i am?”

“(y/n), stop this right now,” your mom tries again to quiet you.

“you talk like that and you think you could ever be as well-liked as my son? the—”

“dad,” matthew says, trying to interrupt the rant that’s already begun. he should know by now it’s too late.

“—reason that no one here ever boasts about your accomplishments is because you have none. the reason no one ever praises how respectable you are is because it would be a lie. you—”

“dad,” matthew says again, louder this time but it still doesn’t reach the ears of the valentino-suited man turning red in the face.

“—are an ungrateful brat of an adult child that doesn’t even have enough vision for their life to stop working at a strip club.”

everyone at the dinner table gasps. so the truth has been set free: ‘bar’ had been the code word your ashamed mother and stepfather had been using in place of ‘strip club’ for the past year.

guess their resentment had finally outweighed their shame.

your gaze travels down the table, landing on matthew. he’s staring at his lap awkwardly.

“if you’ll excuse me,” you say, standing up from your chair and giving a big, facetious curtsy. “the whore will leave the table now.”

——

you slam your bedroom door behind you, storming over to your bed and picking up your favorite plushy— the one your dad had bought you for your high school graduation before he... it’s a baby fox, pink blush across his smiling face. usually the only aggression you feel towards him is that of cuteness, but suddenly you find yourself filled with rage.

how had you not noticed before just how much barnaby foxworth iii looks like your stupid fucking stepbrother!?

you turn around, hurling baby foxworth across your room with a scream. your eyes widen as the plushy lands in the hands of his human twin. you hadn’t heard him come in over the blood rushing in your ears. 

matthew looks at the plushy, brow furrowing as he studies it. “i feel like i’ve seen this face somewhere before.”

“get the fuck out of my room,” you growl, walking over to him and grabbing baby foxworth. you frown as matthew holds onto him, not letting you pry your own plushy from his hands. “let go of him! what the fuck is your problem!?”

“i distinctly remember you stealing something from me a couple days ago and making it quite the fucking challenge to get it back,” matthew argues, pulling a little harder. “besides, how much can you really want something that you just threw across the room?”

you continue a tug-o-war for your beloved baby fox until you hear a sudden ripping noise. matthew lets go instantly, fear splayed across his face. you take baby foxworth in your arms, finding the fabric tear at the base of his little neck.

“i’m so sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “i really didn’t meant to—.”

“you’re sorry?” you repeat, jaw clenching as you step towards him. “sorry for what? sorry that you mamed barnaby foxworth iii? sorry that you barged into my room without knocking? sorry that i’ve made yet another mess out of a family celebration?”

“(y/n)…”

“sorry that all you do while they ridicule me is sit there and stare at your plate? sorry that your dad married my mom?”

“wait, (y/n)—…”

“sorry that i work at a strip club? sorry for what we did the other day?”

“i—…,” he stutters hopelessly. “i—.”

suddenly, your lips are on matthew’s— his body tensing at the unexpected action. you pull back, eyes meeting his.

they’re wide, shocked, confused. his hand reaches towards your face quickly and you think for a moment he’s going to slap you with it, but instead, he cups your jaw.

holding you still, he brings his lips back down to touch yours again. it’s a slow, languid kiss that, in and of itself, feels like an apology. a genuine one. 

it’s overwhelming. it challenges everything you thought you knew about this stranger you were now forced to call family.

you step back, clutching baby foxworth tighter to your chest. 

“they were so impressed when you told them you’re a dancer,” you whisper, tears beginning to spill over. “why were they so disgusted when i told them i am, too?”

his face falls as he thinks about your words. “i think you know why.”

you press your lips together, a sardonic huff of a laugh escaping you. did you really think you’d get sympathy from him?

“but it’s not fair,” matthew continues. “it’s not fair that they treat you that way.”

you’re afraid to look up at him, eyes remaining fixed on the tear at your plushy’s neck. “i didn’t even think you’d noticed.”

“i’ll admit, i didn’t see it at first. it’s not like i’m here that often,” he replies with a sigh. “and i guess i did think you were the problem. and i do still think you’re part of the problem, don’t get me wrong.”

you roll your eyes, looking down at the floor.

“but maybe you’ve forgotten that no one knows what my dad can be like more than i do,” matthew says, wrapping his hand gently around your upperarm. “i thought maybe he’d finally changed for the better after marrying your mom, but i know now that’s far from the truth. and i can try my best to help you from now on, if you’ll let me.”

“thanks,” you say quietly as your eyes meet his. he smiles softly at you before you promptly brush his hand off your arm. “but i still don’t like you.”

your hostility just widens his smile. “i thought you’d say that.”

you turn, walking back to your bed and placing baby foxworth by your pillows. you think about what your family must still be saying about you around the dinner table. your thoughts are halted, however, when a warm, muscular chest is soon pressed against your back.

“i was just wondering,” he says softly against your ear, arm snaking around your waist. “there has to be something about me that you like, right? i mean, you're the one who wanted my face in your cunt. and don't think i haven't heard you call me perfect a few times now.”

“i meant it as an insult,” you breathe as a hand reaches underneath your skirt— fingers beginning to pad delicate circles over your panties.

“was screaming my name while cumming all over my fingers also supposed to be taken as an insult?” he asks, knee against the back of yours until you tumble gently onto your bed— his arms catching you and flipping you on your back to face him. “you must’ve really been trying to offend me.”

matthew shimmies your skirt and panties down your legs and you find yourself assisting to kick it off with your foot onto the floor. he laughs much too smugly as he unzips his slacks and discards them onto the hardwood. you hover your foot over his groin, brow raising in a threat.

“okay, okay,” he admits in defeat. as a grin stretches across your lips, he bites at your thighs hungrily and sighs. “god, i wish i wasn’t your brother.”

“matt!” you screech in horror and he takes the opportunity to sink himself inside you. you gasp at the sudden stretch, a protest turning to a whimper as he smirks at you. “matt...”

“no need to worry, baby,” he coos, tip of his cock reaching your backmost wall. “it’s pretty obvious there’s a divorce on the way. my dad’s already let it slip to me about how he secretly blew all the money in their joint savings on a third yacht.”

“my mom’s been fucking her tennis instructor for two months,” you reply, trying to hold yourself together as matthew increases his pace. “and her golf instructor. and her pilates instructor. and her business lawyer. and her—.”

matthew’s lips meet yours. “you’re so fucking hot.”

you run your hand up his chest, tugging at his shirt until he pulls it off over his head. it’s a shame to admit it, but... he is perfect.

“but if our parents get divorced, we’ll never see each other,” you say with a pout. you shake your head quickly, realizing what you just said. “which i’m totally fine with. but you’d probably be really upset.”

a particularly rough thrust sends you reeling— crying out in pleasure and totally blowing your act. 

“yeah, it’d be really hard for me,” matthew patronizes, mimicking your pout. “g’nna cum for me, pretty girl? hm?”

“fuck,” you whine, nearly at your peak. you honestly had no idea how good at dancing matthew was, but if he was half as good at dancing as he was at fucking, then even goddamn dick van dyke would be proud. your walls flutter around him, a chorus of moans as he pushes you over the edge.

“oh my god,” matthew rasps as you reach your climax, his thrusts growing more desperate and sporadic. “pussy’s so fucking perfect, baby. made me want you so bad, i—.”

he pulls out quickly, a few pumps before painting your cunt with his cum as he moans under his breath. he stares at the sight for a few moments before his head tilts thoughtfully and a smirk upturns a corner of his lips.

“something to share with the class?” you ask, one eyebrow piquing.

he laughs, shrugging at your prodding. “i was just thinking about how i definitely wouldn’t be the golden child anymore if anyone knew about this.”

“i dunno. i think somehow you’d still come out unscathed,” you say, shaking your head. “i must’ve tempted you. coerced you. blackmailed you.”

he smiles at you sadly. “listen, i know that... i know things must suck for you right now and—... i mean it when i say i’m gonna try my best to fix—.”

“matthew!”

you both freeze as the sound of your stepfather’s voice rings from downstairs. matthew clears his throat, calling back, “yeah?”

“come downstairs! aunt bethany wants to talk to you about visiting seoul.”

“okay!” matthew answers. he rolls his eyes. “i hate your aunt bethany.”

“you and me both, kid,” you reply, sitting up on your hands as matthew hurriedly gets dressed. “have fun.”

“come with me,” he requests, picking up your skirt from off the floor and holding it out to you. 

you consider it, but shake your head. “tell me if you hear any good gossip about me. i have to get ready for my shift anyway.”

“really? you’re gonna go strip after this?” matthew asks, lips parted in surprise.

“dance,” you correct. “i’m gonna go dance.”

he smiles. “when do you get back?”

“around one,” you answer, standing up and walking over to your vanity. “why?”

“my flight’s at midnight,” he says, biting his lip. your mascara clatters to the table as a tiny, annoying ball of disappointment forms in your chest. “so i guess i’ll catch you another time.”

you don’t say anything— just continue doing your makeup as you try to ignore that growing ball. 

“okay then,” matthew says finally, opening your door. “bye, (y/n).”

“my mom’s birthday is next month.”

the words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. you don’t regret it.

“she likes you more than me, so,” you continue with as much nonchalance as you can feign. “she’d probably want to see you.”

matthew catches your eye through your mirror. he just smiles.

~ EPILOGUE ~

you clamber through your bedroom door in the dark, stilettos still on as you stumble into bed and flop onto it in exhaustion. you clap your hands— bedside light turning on as you reach for baby foxworth. you cradle him under your chin, squeezing him tight. suddenly, you remember the tear in his neck from when matthew had ripped him after dinner. 

you feel around for the hole, but are surprised when you find a crinkly, purple sticky note instead. on it, is written: 

told you i’m gonna try to fix everything.  — your favorite brother ;)

“disgusting,” you mutter under your breath, turning your attention back to baby foxworth’s neck hole. except...

there is no hole.

okay, matty, you think with a smile. let’s see what you’ve got.

[whorediaries-09]

heyy bbyg, imagine sirius and reader with a hot wax kink, where sirius is a huge meanie and drips it over her stomach. afterwards, it leaves behind a tiny scar he either kisses or slaps? and ofc continues to fuck her raw until shes blank

OH- WE ARE DOING DILF SIRIUS WITH THIS ONE RAAAHHH

this place will burn you up;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, porn without plot. a/n- author not found exe (she has burned up).

little train.

sirius leaned on the doorway, rolling up his sleeves. you looked at him with teary eyes, begging him to come closer, and touch you, because god damn it, you were addicted to it. the calloused feeling of his palms running across the skin of your body, filling you up with a hot insatiable desire that only he could quench.

'please,' you whispered, fingers running over your folds. you could never get it right. he shook his head; the steps leading towards you contrary to the former action.

'i thought you wanted to do it all by yourself,' he said, leaning over you. his chains hung from his slender neck. you pulled him closer by hooking your fingers through them.

'i'm sorry, please,' you said, bucking your hips. he grinned. he ran his finger over the bare hot skin of your neck.

'oh yeah?' he asks, tilting his eyebrow. he slowly tucks his finger under your jaw, 'what are you sorry for, dove?'

the pad of thumb grazed over your lower lip. you groaned, words stuck in your throat. boy he knew how to get what he wanted.

'for touching myself,' you answered, too far gone to feel embarrassed. he grinned wolfishly.

'aww, poor you.'

'sirius, please,'

'tell me then, love, what do you want?'

'i need you to fuck me. just the way you like it,' he sucked in a sharp breathe. still not satisfied with teasing you, he continued, his hands going south, stopping at your waist. his nails dug at the skin.

'do you really think you're in a position to give orders?' he asked. he slapped your hand away from your cunt, his cold fingers running circles on the wet patch through your underwear. he caught hold of your hand with his free hand, licking away your fingers, tasting you, bittersweet on his tongue.

'so wet for me, love,'

'just for you,' you begged. he threw away the sheets that covered your partially naked body. he ripped apart your underwear, undoing the fly of his trousers, freeing his cock. he took it in his hands, pumping himself, before teasing your silt.

'come on, tell me, is this what you want?' you nodded your head, spreading your legs and wrapping them around his waist, pulling him closer.

'words, darling, words.'

'yes, please. i want you inside of me. i want you to ruin me and you for everybody else.' he groaned at your words, pushing himself inside of you. his hands fell on the headboard behind you as he thrusted slow and deep within you, exploring every crevice of your warm folds, as he stretched your cunt out deliciously.

'god, you feel so good around me,' you nodded your head, pulling him closer, motioning him to thrust.

'quiet,' he said, 'don't want anyone to hear how naughty my girl has been,' you nodded,

'promise,'

he pulled himself out of you, pushing all at once again. your thighs shook, and out of instinct, you let out a scream of pleasure. he shoved his fingers inside your mouth.

'i told you to be fucking quiet,' he said, as you garbled your moans around his digits.

he could've used the silencing charm. he liked the idea of your screams echoing through his house.

'i'm sorry,' you said, mouth full of his fingers.

'i'm sorry,' he mocked, 'you should be,'

your toes curled at every thrust. he pinned you down on the mattress, his cock hitting spots inside you that you'd never felt. your thighs shook.

'f-fuck,' you said, as his finger circled on your clit. your walls clenched around him, your orgasm hitting you like a bucket of ice water. he grinned, not stopping as you arched your back.

his hands reached your nightstand. he took glowing candle in his hand, blowing out the flame, just to light it up within you. he let the hot wax pour over your body.

'i'll mark you, so that everybody knows you're fucking mine.' he rasped, watching as the goosebumps erupted over your skin. the tears flowed down your cheeks, as the feeling of the wax cooled down on your skin, hardening.

'please,' you begged, your mind lost in ecstasy. he was ravaging you, ruining you for everybody but him with each of his thrusts. you felt the last bit of sanity fade as you clenched your walls again, coming for him.

'my dove, you're all mine, just for me to ruin,' he whispered, watching your eyes roll, head fall against the pillow.

'n-no more,' you cried. he smirked. you didn't really mean it. if you did, you'd just use your safe word.

'you don't fucking mean it. i can feel you clenching around me,'

the exhaustion cured over your body, as his thrusts slowly grew sloppy, indicating his release. but he didn't stop, no he couldn't. he was too far gone, chasing his own high, fucking you to the oblivion before you came around him for the third time that night, your body falling lump, and as you blacked out.

he filled you up to the brim. he watched the sticky mixture of his and your release flow down your thigh.

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[kekaki-cupcakes]

hiii could i request a oneshot of nico di angelo x nb!child of nyx! reader, pretty please?

ofc you can babes! this isn't explicitly a non binary reader but its gender neutral. enjoy

Nico x Child of nyx!reader

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You squinted at the laptop in front of you. It had heated up during the hour you’d already spent tapping away on it and now your lap was unusually warm. 

That was what happened when you had to use a shitty piece of tech from ten years ago technically you weren’t even supposed to have it. Not that Chiron knew about the wifi signals that permanently radiated from the hephaestus cabin and thankfully reached your cluttered cabin and therefore the pillow filled bed you were lounging on. You scrolled down past all your imputed details and clicked BUY. 

The last message flashed up at you on the ticket page. 

Thank you for purchasing : x2 Mythomagic Convention Tickets 

You giggled evilly to yourself, like you were plotting world domination and not a cute and thoughtful gift. Then you slid the laptop off your thighs so you wouldn’t get a permanent USB port imprint in your skin. 

It wasn’t night yet, but one peek out the drawn curtains of your window told you dinner was over. Demigods trailed back from the pavilion in throngs, heading to the beach or the basketball/fireball court or whatever else diurnal people did with their time when the sun was out. 

That thought reminded you that it was pitch black in your cabin. You stood, stepping over one of those inherited treasure chests you hadn’t worked out how to open to turn on the antique lamps that were scattered around your home. 

Nico collected them. He liked antique things. So did you. Well, you liked him, which was pretty much the same thing. 

The warm yellow lights created shadows as well as spotlighting the sleeping bats in the rafters and the bookshelves filled with burned down candles and plants that didn’t need photosynthesis and multiple jars of cookies. 

One of said shadows stretched its inky tendrils out until there was enough room for your favorite visitor to stroll through. 

Only stroll was a polite way of putting it. 

“CLOSE IT! SHUT THE-”

“Okay, okay!” you shrieked, dropping the cookie jar and waving your hands at the shadow behind your panting and disheveled boyfriend. The cyclops arm that had reached out to grab him was pulled back into the shadow.

Nico shook rain and monster dust out of his hair, pulling a thoroughly wet jacket off himself. “There's cyclops dust in my shoes,” he grumbled. 

You lit a candle and put it down on the floorboards. The shadow vanished. No chance of cyclops invasions. 

“What on Olympus have you been up to, Casper?” You asked. 

“You know Casper’s the name of the ghost, not the person who can see…” he squinted at you for a moment and then rolled his lips inwards. “Nevermind. I was trying to do my job but then Piper sent me one of those videos of that singer again… and the monsters tracked it.”

“Chappel Roan’s worth it,” you said understandingly, and flopped onto your bed. 

Nico picked up his jacket and took his shoes off. They were leaving puddles on the moon shaped rug. He put them all in the dryer you had running next to the minifridge. 

He sniffed, “who?”

“Nevermind.”

You moved some of your pillows out of the way so he could snuggle next to you. You wrinkled your nose at his post battle/shadow travel smell, and handed him a fluffy blanket before he caught a cold and spent a week in here sniffling and moping while you force fed him soup. 

Not that you were against the idea, but sickness ment no kisses and you were strongly against that idea. 

“It was boring,” he continued, looking like a burrito, and shuffled his toes underneath your hot water bottle. It had smiley faces all over it. “What did you do today?”

You wiggled in excitement a little. He was gonna be so happy. 

Nico narrowed his eyes. “Did you kidnap another nocturnal animal to keep as a pet?”

“No,” you huffed, and reached for the overheated laptop, pulling it towards the both of you. Someone screeched like an owl outside. It was followed by the sound of what was probably most of the Hermes cabin laughing. 

You handed it to him, “have a look at what we’re doing next weekend.”

He narrowed his eyes even more, and then fetched his reading glasses out of his front pocket, sliding them on to squint at the screen.

“I’m attracted to an old man,” you whispered to yourself, horrified.

“OH MY GODS! OH MY GODS! WE’RE GOING TO-”

“Hell yeah we are!” You yelled back, as he shook your shoulders and nearly kicked everything off your bed. “We got front row tickets to absolutely everything, and Katie’s gonna drop us off on her way to-”

You were cut off when he lunged forwards and kissed you. 

It wasn’t a very good kiss, cause you were both grinning too hard, but you tangled your fingers through his wet hair and pulled him closer. His lips were so soft. 

“Someone’s excited,” you smirked. 

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[lilacmingi]

CREATURE OF THE NIGHT

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works. And please don’t spam-like!

Pairing: Newly-turned!Mingi x newly-turned!fem reader

Word count: 13,680

Note: I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while and I haven’t seen any imagines with this plot before so ofc I had to write it. I hope this reaches the target audience lol

Bright and colorful pulsating lights, loud music, and bass thumping so powerfully you could feel it in your chest like a drum. It wasn't necessarily your scene, but you and your boyfriend of two years, Mingi, decided to try something new and attend a house party. It was fun, the both of you keeping to yourselves and dancing together while the world melted away around you. You bounced up and down in time with the thudding beat filling the house. The drinks were good, sweet with the bitter aftertaste of vodka or some other alcohol.

It was around midnight that things got a little... hazy.

You awoke with a start, gasping sharply as your eyes snapped open only to be met with the starry night sky hanging above, a myriad of twinkling dots speckling the atmosphere. Squeezing your eyes shut to clear your vision, you groaned in discomfort, rolling over and feeling the slightly rough sensation of grass beneath you.

How did you get outside?

Your head was spinning as you raised it to find Mingi lying a few feet away, his tall form crumpled on the ground.

"Mingi?" You winced at your own voice which was hoarse and sounded just as disoriented as you felt. You crawled over to your boyfriend's body, calling out his name again, this time more worriedly. "Mingi?" You shook him gently. "Mingi?"

His eyes snapped open and he took a sharp intake of air, his body jolting.

You breathed a sigh of relief. "You're okay. Thank goodness."

His sharp brows pulled together dazedly as he sat upright with a groan, his head falling forward into his hand.

"What happened?" He grumbled, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

"I don't know. I think we blacked out." Your hand moved up to touch your neck where a dull ache was present, but there was nothing there. "What time is it?" You inquired aloud, fumbling for your phone to check.

3:45 AM.

"Jeez. How'd we get outside?"

"No clue." Mingi murmured, looking around the area. "My neck hurts though."

"Mine too. Let's go home."

Every step felt like a struggle, as if your feet were weighed down with heavy objects, lethargy riddling your entire body, seeping into your bones. You found yourself clinging to Mingi as you both walked home, using him for stability. Neither of you spoke, the only thing on your minds being getting back without collapsing.

Both of you stumbled through the front door of your shared apartment, your fingers fumbling with the lock to secure the entry before you teetered into the bedroom, haphazardly kicking your shoes off, not caring where they landed.

Unsteady on his feet, Mingi stumbled while tugging his pants off, grunting as he pulled off his shirt, tossing both garments onto the floor somewhere. Like him, you didn't feel like showering or even bothering with pajamas, opting to strip off your clothes and sleep in your undergarments. You just wanted to crash for the night and hope you both felt better in the morning.

You groaned when you hit the mattress, pressing your face into your pillow and tugging the covers up over your weary body. Mingi followed suit seconds later, clicking off the lamp before colliding with the plush bed.

"We must've partied pretty hard." He mumbled, reaching for you out of habit.

"Yeah. Maybe." You responded, letting him pull you into his bare chest. "I don't really remember drinking that much though."

"Neither do I, but let's just get some rest."

You nodded, too exhausted to think about anything, your brain fuzzy and your body screaming for rest.

You both stirred awake around noon, the first thing Mingi did was reach for you, as you'd shifted away from one another during the night. The mattress sank softly as he rolled over to where he was close to you again. You hummed drowsily as the remnants of your slumber faded away, squinting your eyes at the harsh rays of light shining into your shared bedroom through the curtains. It pulled a displeased groan from the back of your throat and you found yourself pressing your face into Mingi's chest to shield yourself from it.

Even after a decent night's rest, you were still feeling unwell, and not in a sense that you felt sick, you just felt like something wasn't quite right.

"How are you feeling?" You asked Mingi, your voice muffled by his chest.

"Not great. I feel off."

You nodded, thinking that was a good way to describe it. "Maybe we're just dehydrated. I'll go get us some water."

"That might be nice." He agreed groggily. "My throat is a little dry."

Slipping out of bed, you shuffled towards the kitchen, grabbing a couple bottles of water and bringing them back to the bedroom.

Mingi thanked you, cracking open the plastic bottle and taking a few gulps. You followed suit and did the same, finding that it brought you only a little relief. Screwing the cap back on, you settled against the headboard of the bed, rubbing your tired eyes.

"You don't think there was something put in our drinks, do you?" You asked him, the thought only just now occurring to you.

Mingi's brows furrowed slightly in thought before he shook his head. "We kept our drinks in our hand all night."

It was frustrating, knowing something wasn't right but not knowing what it was.

"Are you hungry? Maybe something to eat will help."

Mingi nodded and you slid out of bed once more, shambling back towards the kitchen. You didn't feel like cooking anything, opting for pre-cut mixed fruit in the fridge, pouring some into a bowl, and carrying it back to the bedroom.

"Thank you." Mingi took one of the forks you passed over, spearing a strawberry and popping it into his mouth gratefully.

You took a grape and chewed it, your face twitching slightly at the flavor. "Does this taste a little funny to you?"

Mingi swallowed the bite of fruit he was chewing, nodding slowly in agreement. "Yeah. It does."

You shook your head. "Maybe the fruit is going bad." You took the bowl from him and set it aside, a sinking feeling in your gut as you stared at the colorful fruits.

"Maybe we should go for a walk." Mingi suggested. "Some fresh air might be nice."

You nodded in agreement.

Getting dressed wasn't nearly as difficult as you anticipated. The lethargy and disorientation that riddled your body the night before was gone, but again, something was off. You felt different in a way that was inexplicable and couldn't be described.

As soon as you and Mingi stepped out onto the street, the sun glared down at you, your face twisting momentarily at the offending beam. Even Mingi was effected, letting out a grunt of discomfort and lowering his head for a second.

He reached for your hand, guiding you forward down the street. "Come on."

The air felt nice, but the sounds around you were louder, the people bustling about creating more noise than you were accustomed to. Not only that, but there was an unidentifiable and pungent mix of smells in the air. Your face twisted slightly in response, Mingi seemed to notice too, his brows twitching. However, neither of you said a word and started down the street.

What was supposed to be a peaceful walk turned out to be much worse than staying indoors. You were hyper-aware of everything, your eyes darting around at every little noise, unable to focus on just one as they all seemed to blur together in an incoherent ceaseless hum. It was too much.

"Do you hear it too?" Mingi's voice reached your sensitive ears, his question cutting through the noise.

"Hear what exactly?" You inquired, searching for an explanation. "Everything?"

He nodded slowly.

"I do."

Knowing that Mingi was experiencing the same things as you was a little reassuring, but didn't help the lingering concern that had made its home in the back of your mind. Despite that, you convinced yourself that your body was in the stages of recuperating after your night out. After all, you and Mingi weren't the type to go and party, so maybe your bodies weren't used to it.

"Would you like to go to the park?" Asked Mingi.

A peaceful place like the park might be good for both of you, so you agreed, staying close to your boyfriend. You could hardly think with everything overwhelming your senses, moving down the street on autopilot and hoping you ended up at your intended destination.

Walking past the front gates lining the park, things became less overpowering to your senses, dulling down to a more normal noise level. The sounds of bustling people were distant and replaced with the chirping of birds and rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. A sigh left your nostrils, feeling at ease in this new environment, even Mingi seemed to relax as you two progressed down the paved walking trail that wound through the grassy terrain.

Like the city, smells in the park were more noticeable: tree bark, flowers, and freshly-cut grass, which you thought was odd because the blades looked like they were getting close to needing another trim. However, there was something else beneath the aromatic scents of nature that you couldn't pinpoint, similar to the unidentifiable smell from earlier. Whatever it was was pleasant and made you want to locate the source of it.

"This is much better." Again, Mingi's voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"So much better." You agreed. "Maybe all we needed was some fresh air."

You crossed a small bridge that went over a trickling stream, a peaceful sound that you could hear even after it was out of sight. It made your brows pull together as you glanced over your shoulder, the bridge far behind you.

Mingi's eyes drifted over to you, noticing your behavior and giving your hand a gentle squeeze of assurance to pull your focus to him.

"We're okay." Was all he said.

Those words were enough to ease your mind for the time being, the sounds of nature taking your attention away from, well, everything. The shrill chirp of a bird in a nearby tree made you wince, Mingi's free hand coming up to cover one of his ears.

"Ah." He grimaced.

"That was loud." You complained.

He grunted in response, guiding you along the walking track.

It came out of nowhere, an intense scent hitting you like a brick wall; it was strong, fragrant, and stood out from all the other things you'd been smelling so far. A shaky sigh pushed past your lips, your footsteps stumbling to a halt as if you were physically impacted by the aroma in the air. Mingi stopped as well, catching a whiff of the same scent, his pupils dilating in response.

"Something smells good." His voice was rough and hoarse as he spoke.

"Yeah. What is that?"

Mingi gave a partial shrug, trying to get his bearings. "Must be a food truck or something in the park."

You nodded even though something told you it wasn't food you were smelling. Nothing had ever effected you like that before.

As you proceeded along the track, you came upon someone, your eyes locking onto the form of a little boy who couldn't have been older than 10. He was crouched in the grass beside the concrete walking path while his bike lie abandoned on its side. His mother was kneeling beside him, wiping his tears.

Your gaze was drawn to the bloody scrape on his knee, your hand instinctively coming up to cover your mouth and nose. Somehow you knew what that sweet scent was, your brain automatically placing a name to it. A hunger for something clawed it's way up your throat in a sudden, fierce wave and your stomach ached as if you hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Mingi." You grabbed onto your boyfriend with your free hand, squeezing his forearm tightly.

He was already staring, watching the crimson liquid that coated the little boy's scraped knee, his body rigid and tense with restraint. His ears, as well as yours, picked up the sound of the boy's rapid heartbeat as blood came from the fresh injury.

The dazed disorientation you felt earlier walking the streets was incomparable to how you felt now. Everything was a blur except the boy and all you could hear was the rapid thudding of his heart. You felt sick.

It took all the willpower Mingi had in him to speak and his voice sounded much too quiet and strained.

"We need to get out of here... quickly."

All you could do was nod in agreement, but your feet were rooted to the pavement, panic and hunger coursing through your entire body.

"Come on." He urged under his breath, forcing himself to take a step back.

You followed, turning away from the boy and heading in the opposite direction.

Rapid breaths pushed out of you in short bursts, your heart pounding in your chest while you fled the scene. Even when you got away from the tantalizing smell, you were unable to forget the image of blood that was seared into your mind. The ache in your stomach wouldn't go away and the persistent dryness in your throat was only getting worse.

Your surroundings were a blur, you and Mingi both bumping into pedestrians while trying to get back home, the sounds around you much more overwhelming than before. And the scents—they were too much. After the incident in the park, you now had an inkling as to what that unidentifiable smell in the city was. The thought that you could've been smelling the blood of everyone around you made your aching stomach twist into an uncomfortable knot.

Mingi's trembling hand shoved the house keys into the lock, shouldering his way into your shared apartment. The door slammed shut and he rested against it while you staggered into the kitchen, ripping open the refrigerator to grab a water. You uncapped it and chugged half of it, but the dryness in your throat continued.

"No." You murmured, your panic slowly rising when water didn't alleviate the discomfort.

It was so obvious what was happening to you two and yet you were in denial. You took another swig.

At that point, Mingi was standing in the doorway, watching you with a pitied expression.

"Y/n..." He murmured.

With trembling hands, you put the cap back onto the bottle and set it aside.

"Are we..." You couldn't even complete the sentence, horrified at your new reality.

Mingi was a no-nonsense guy who didn't beat around the bush when it came to most things, and what was happening to you both right now wasn't something that could be sugarcoated.

"I think we are." He responded faintly.

You let out a small cry of panic and stepped forward into Mingi's arms to seek some semblance of comfort, clinging tightly to him. It all made sense now. The heightened senses, the ache in your necks after the party, the sensitivity to the sun, the sudden craving for...

You squeezed your eyes shut, curling into Mingi's chest as if that would shield you from the situation.

"Hey, hey. I'm here." He assured in a gentle tone. "We're together. Everything's gonna be okay."

He ran his hands over your back in a soothing manner, the feeling of you in his arms helping to ease his own troubled mind. The entire situation was incomprehensible and overall not possible, yet it was happening to both of you.

Like you, he was overwhelmed with so many emotions at once, but the most evident one was the desire to protect you. Seeing you in distress shattered his heart and he wanted to do everything in his power to calm you down. He held you even tighter, whispering to you softly.

"I'm right here. You're in my arms. You can feel me. I'm here. Just focus on that."

You nodded against his chest, keeping your eyes shut in an attempt to focus on Mingi and his warmth, the beating of his heart grounding you a little.

Having a breakdown in this situation would do you no good, nor would it change your circumstances. However, that didn't stop your racing mind from producing an endless list of questions. You squeezed Mingi slightly, letting out a long breath to try and ease the concern plaguing you.

You and your boyfriend were different now.

"I'm scared." You uttered shakily, your voice trembling like you were on the verge of tears.

"Hey... hey." He cooed, pulling away to look at you, his large hand coming to cup your cheek, making sure you were facing him. The fear in your eyes was obvious and it made Mingi's heart clench. "Breathe."

You took in a deep inhale before releasing it slowly, listening to your boyfriend's words.

"That's it." He murmured encouragingly. "Again."

You inhaled once more, letting it out a couple seconds later. You went through this a few more times until your racing heart slowed.

"What are we gonna do?" Was the first thing you asked, a million questions still lingering in the back of your mind.

"I don't know, but we'll get through it. We'll figure it out."

That was enough to loosen the tension in your body, even though you weren't sure how you'd figure it out.

"Let's go sit on the couch." Mingi guided you further into the apartment and to the living room, easing you down onto the cushions beside him.

Silence hung heavily in the air as you tried to come to grips with your new reality.

"Do you still feel..." Mingi trailed off, hesitant to utter the word. "thirsty?"

You nodded against him, swallowing thickly at the reminder of your dry throat.

"Yeah. Me too. I'm afraid if we don't do something about it soon, we'll snap."

"I don't wanna hurt people." You spoke fearfully.

"Neither do I." Mingi shook his head.

Part of you wanted to stay inside and keep yourself locked away from the outside world, away from other people, away from the smell of blood, from the loud sounds, from everything. Another part of you, the part that was still forming, craved that red liquid that flowed through every single body you passed on the street that day. Your mouth watered at the thought and your teeth began to ache—a clear sign that you were changing.

"I don't want to, but I think we need to do something about these cravings." Mingi tried to be the voice of reason despite being just as scared and confused as you were. He knew ignoring what was happening to the both of you would only cause more problems.

You immediately started shaking your head, you refused to harm another human being, no matter how badly your stomach ached.

"It's either we act on it or you and I waste away." He said.

The thought of ceasing to exist made your chest squeeze uncomfortably. You didn't like that idea either.

"We can try animals." He suggested. "It sounds ridiculous, but it's the only option I can think of."

That made you pause. Animals. You mulled it over for a moment. If it worked for vampires in movies, perhaps it would work for you two. If your bodies needed blood, maybe it didn't matter where it came from.

It was strange, the way you felt so comfortable walking through the moonlit woods with Mingi. Normally you'd be scared out of your wits, but not at the moment. There was something so serene and peaceful about the scenery that made you feel like you belonged out there. The strong smell of nature and dew danced in the air, invading your overly-sensitive nose. It was a bit distracting due to the intensity of it, but better than being in the city around people. At least out here your head wasn't spinning.

"I have no idea what I'm doing." You murmured, stepping over clusters of vines winding through the undergrowth in the woods.

"Neither do I." Mingi took your hand in his, almost as much for his comfort as it was for yours, and it worked for a moment.

You felt useless. This vampirism thrust upon you and your boyfriend so suddenly with no help or anything was brutal. You didn't know how to hunt or what strengths and weaknesses you possessed. You were going in blind.

You couldn't believe you were actually going to give into this, to the craving that was gnawing at your insides, but you had to do something. If you didn't act on it, you weren't sure what would happen. You were making the right decision—right?

The both of you continued through the damp forest, hoping that something, anything, would cross your path and that the animal would be easy enough for the two of you to handle. At the moment, you and Mingi weren't sure what you were capable of or if you could even stop an animal, let alone move fast enough to grab one.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, wondering if he was going through the same tumultuous emotions as you.

"Nervous. Confused."

"Me too." There was a short pause. "Do you think we're doing the right thing?"

"I'm not sure. It seems like our only option. And besides, we don't know what'll happen if we don't act on what we're feeling. We could lose our minds or do something horrible."

You nodded, not wanting to entertain the idea of what would've happened if you decided to stay locked in your shared apartment to starve.

Your sensitive hearing picked up a rustling sound, both you and Mingi freezing at the same time, your head jerking in the direction of the disturbance. A tempting aroma wafted through the dewy night air, pulling all your focus to it like a magnet.

"Do you smell that?" You asked, your mouth watering in response, your body reacting instantly.

It wasn't as fragrant as the human blood from earlier, but it was the best smelling thing in the area at the moment and your developing instincts were telling you to go after it.

"I do." Mingi breathed out, shuddering lightly. "Let's follow it."

The hunger in your bodies grew as you progressed closer to the source of the scent, the need for blood making it difficult for you to keep a steady pace. You needed to find whatever it was and get it as fast as you could before you lost what little control you had left.

Initially, you thought tracking down a meal would be difficult, but your legs moved on their own, carrying you towards whatever was emitting that tantalizing aroma.

"My teeth are killing me." You grunted softly in a whisper, slinking through the forest with Mingi, the smell of blood nearby only making the ache worse.

He nodded in silent agreement, his eyes darting frantically around the area before he caught movement in the darkness, his muscles tensing. "There."

Your breath caught in your throat when you spotted two deer up ahead, both completely unaware of the looming threat nearby.

"How are we gonna do this?" Mingi whispered so as not to startle the timid animals, creeping closer to them.

"I don't know. I don't know what we're capable of. I think we just go for it."

"You're probably right. I'll take the one on the left and you can take the right."

You nodded, your eyes zeroing in on your designated target. The dull twinge in your teeth morphed into a sharp pain that made you hiss quietly. At the same time, Mingi was rubbing at his gums to ease the uncomfortable sensation in them. Despite the discomfort, you both crept closer to the unsuspecting animals feeding on various vegetation, the thirst almost fully consuming you now. If it was this intense now, you couldn't imagine how much worse it would be if you'd waited.

The blood had a hypnotic pull that was making everything else go numb, any fears you had about feeding had faded away, replaced with the burning need to alleviate the empty ache in your gut and the dryness in your throat. A final acute pain shot through your canines, two sharp points now prodding the inside of your mouth, your body preparing for what was to come even though you had zero experience.

Both you and Mingi had pretty much blacked out when you got close enough, your new instincts kicking in and making you both lunge forward at unnatural speeds, Mingi tackling the deer on the left while you got the one on the right. It all went by in a blur, happening slowly and way too fast all at the same time.

The blood was warm as it entered your mouth, it wasn't bitter, not even close. It was rich and sweet like honey with a metal tang at the end that was pleasing to your tastebuds. The moment you swallowed the first mouthful, the emptiness in your gut was soothed as well as the dry burn in your throat, a feeling of overpowering satisfaction washing over you, quelling some of the thirst raging within.

You gripped the animal tightly, hunched over it while gulping down its blood greedily, having completely lost yourself. Your body was screaming for more, not getting enough as you fed. Once you started, you couldn't stop, overwhelmed with the intense need to keep taking until you had your fill.

The sensations coursing throughout your body were unlike any you'd experienced, it was like having your first drink of water in months.

You only stopped feeding when that sweet liquid was no longer was being pulled out of the animal. You drew back, your lips stained with blood as you released a heavy and shuddering exhale into the night air, taking notice of how much clearer your mind was, your senses no longer overwhelming, almost like you were more in tune with it all. The sounds of the forest had evened out and the various smells of nature dulled to a lesser intensity, though they were still much stronger than what they normally would be.

You got to your feet, staring down at the deer lying on the forest floor with two bloody puncture marks in its neck from your teeth—from your fangs. You continued to look fixedly at the animal, not quite processing what you and Mingi had just done. Your gaze drifted to your boyfriend standing a few feet away over his own prey, his altered appearance mirroring your own. You two were seeing each other this way for the first time.

His once brown irises were fully red, matching the blood glistening on his mouth in the moonlight. It was a slightly startling sight, but you weren't scared. In fact, you imagined you looked the same.

"Your eyes are red." You uttered.

"So are yours." He responded. "I can hear your heartbeat."

Your unblinking eyes darted down to Mingi's chest, then back to his eyes, a faint but quick thumping sound reaching your ears despite standing a short distance away.

"I can hear yours too."

Your gaze wandered over to your surroundings, noticing how everything seemed clearer and crisper to your eyes, even in the dark. Details of the forest stood out to you, the various textures of individual leaves and the bark of each tree. It was a lot to take in, but the last thing on your mind at the moment.

"I need more." You breathed out, only partially aware of your words.

"Me too." Mingi agreed, staring down at his own prey completely drained of its essence.

You both should've felt remorseful, but you didn't. You felt stronger than ever before. What you'd done should've been disgusting and horrifying, but it wasn't. Instead you both wanted more, you wanted to do it again and again until you were satisfied.

Mingi led the way, abandoning the carcasses and walking deeper into the dense trees. You followed closely, your endless thirst guiding you forward until you caught the scent of another animal not too far away, the aroma teasing your nose. Part of you hoped it was another deer, something large that would satisfy you.

Mingi's newly-grown fangs were practically itching to sink into something again, as were yours. That first kill had ignited something insatiable within the both of you, starting something that couldn't be stopped. You swallowed the saliva pooling in your mouth at the scent of blood in the air, now having an unrelenting craving for it.

An overgrown area laid ahead, teeming with moss and other wild vegetation. Mingi pulled you behind a thick tree to shield you both from sight, peering around the trunk to find a single deer, most likely a straggler that was with the two you and Mingi drained just moments ago.

"There's only one." You murmured.

He nodded, not bothered at the thought of sharing. He slowly crouched down, taking on a predatory stance while keeping his sharp eyes locked on the target, preparing to pounce.

You followed his movements, zeroing in on the deer whose pulse you could hear even from where you were, the thumping sound echoing in your ears. Mingi lunged forward and you mirrored his actions, darting out of the shadows and tackling the animal with him.

Mingi sank his new fangs into the deer and you followed soon after, feeding on a different area of the neck. Your quiet gulps filled the air between you both as you hunched over the animal, quenching your thirst together. Your hand slid slightly along the deer, unintentionally moving onto Mingi's. You didn't care though, your fingers curling around his as soon as they came into contact with his skin. He reciprocated by lacing his fingers with yours. It was dark and perhaps a little morbid, but there was something romantic about sharing an animal with him.

You were the first to pull away, Mingi doing the same, exhaling heavily. You swallowed, the taste of blood lingering on your tongue, reminding you of your new realty. Mingi stood and offered you his hand, helping you get to your feet. For a moment he just started at you.

Your vampiric red eyes gazed up at him, and despite the new color replacing your natural one, you still looked like you, your gaze still holding that gentleness that it always did.

"How do you feel?" He asked, his voice crystal clear to your ears.

"Better." You responded. "Much better."

The mental clarity you had was astronomical and the sensations coursing through your body were foreign, but not unwelcome. Every cell was thrumming with life, an energy like nothing you'd felt before tingled underneath your skin. You felt unstoppable.

Mingi's hand, still clasped with yours, trembled slightly, letting you know he was feeling the same things you were, both of you experiencing a rush like no other, unsure of how to handle it.

"We should go home." He uttered distantly.

You nodded, letting him guide you away from the scene where your murderous actions took place, the weight of what you two had done not quite setting in yet. The experience had been so overwhelming and the foreign feelings coursing through your newly-altered bodies made it difficult to focus on anything else. You moved quietly through the woods, navigating your way back home with more ease than you would've assumed.

Now that your hunger had been sated, the adrenaline from feeding started to wane, replaced with the realization of what you two had just done. The reality that you had just killed animals by yourselves started to sink in. You started to spiral before you even made it out of the forest, coming to the realization that you enjoyed every second of it. The intervals at which your breath was leaving you became quicker and deeper, the change drawing Mingi's attention.

"What did we just do?" You whispered.

"What we had to." He responded.

He was right. You two had rationalized your actions before you even left the apartment, deciding it would be best to feed yourselves now than find out what would happen if you didn't, but still, it was so much take in. The way you completely blacked out and some new, predatory part of you took over to feed was terrifying.

You felt like a monster.

"What have we become?" You uttered faintly.

Your question hung heavily in the night air as Mingi's hold on your hand tightened.

"H-Hey." He spoke up, his voice wavering slightly, giving away his own growing unease. "We had no other choice."

You knew that and yet your conscience was eating away at you.

"I just can't stop thinking about how I felt in that moment. I enjoyed it. Why did it feel good? Why did it feel so natural?"

Mingi chewed the inside of his cheek before answering quietly, "Because it's what we are now."

He felt sick saying that, but it was the truth. He felt the same things as you did. He got a thrill from going in for the kill and getting his first taste of blood. It was a terrifying realization that made him afraid of himself and what he might do if he didn't keep himself in check.

As the both of you emerged from the woods, it was like a dam broke and everything you'd done came crashing down along with the reality that this would be your new life.

"W-wait. What if someone sees us?" You asked, staring at the outskirts of the city. "We look like monsters right now."

"We'll just keep our heads down and hope no one's out."

It was after midnight, you and Mingi made sure to leave well after nightfall to ensure no one saw you, but there was still the risk that you could be spotted.

Mingi moved his hand to rest on the small of your back, keeping you close as you reentered the city, sticking to the shadows with your heads down. It made you feel like a criminal or something, like you had something to hide, which you did.

Thankfully, there were few people walking the streets at such a late hour. Both you and Mingi would tense up when someone passed by, but they paid no mind to either of you.

As soon as you returned to the solitude of your apartment, you scrambled to the bathroom, desperate to wash up. Your stomach twisted into a knot as you saw your reflection for the first time since your transformation. Mingi had made a comment in the forest about your eyes being red, yet seeing it was still jarring and had you frozen for a moment. The natural hue of your irises was gone, swallowed up completely by a deep crimson. You took a step forward to get a closer look, your lips parting just enough to catch a glimpse of the sharp fangs in your mouth that was stained with small smudges of blood. Flickering images of what you'd done with those pointed canines passed through your mind, stirring an unpleasant sensation in your stomach.

You finally tore your eyes away from the mirror, bringing a shaky hand to the faucet handle and turning on the water, vigorously rubbing away the partially-dried blood on your mouth, wanting to rid yourself of the evidence from that night. You watched the red-tinted water swirl down the drain, disappearing from sight.

Mingi followed you into the bathroom, avoiding looking at his reflection. He knew that if he saw himself, he'd spiral just like you and he needed to be strong right now. Seeing the new version of himself was too raw and he wasn't ready yet.

He stood beside you, cleaning his face and washing away the remnants of your trip to the woods.

The both of you dried your clean faces and moved silently to the bedroom where you changed into some comfortable pajamas, seeking a crumb of normalcy after your lives had been turned upside down.

Everything was changing so fast and you hated it. Just yesterday you were human and going to a house party with your boyfriend, now you were lying in bed with him trying to cope with the fact that you two were no longer human.

The silence in the room was too loud and it only made you aware of everything you were feeling. Mingi's beating heart was a constant, and though it was bizarre that you could hear it so clearly, it helped to take your attention away from the unease that had made its home in every corner of your body. As much as you wanted to pretend like things were normal, you couldn't. Things were different, you were different, and you could feel it too. Nothing felt the same anymore.

"What if we're stuck like this?" You asked faintly, referring to the fangs and red eyes, worried they wouldn't go away. You already knew the vampirism was here to stay.

"I don't know." Mingi uttered in a barely-audible voice, having already considered that himself. "Let's just try to get some rest and see what happens tomorrow."

A small sigh left you and you nodded slightly in agreement. "Okay."

Mingi turned off the bedside lamp and slipped his arm around your waist, drawing you in closer. Even with the room shrouded in darkness, you could see well, and it wasn't from the faint moonlight spilling in through the curtains. Everything seemed to remind you of your new reality and it almost made you nauseous. You nestled into Mingi's chest, closing your eyes in an attempt to rest, that is if you were capable of sleeping anymore. As you focused on your breathing, a pleasant aroma reached your nose, a small hum following. The smell was something that couldn't be described, but it brought you immense comfort.

"Your cologne smells nice." Came your murmured words.

"I'm not wearing cologne."

You were confused by this. "Then what am I smelling?"

"I think it's me." He uttered in a mumble tingled with surprise. 

That startling realization made you stiffen slightly, realizing you could smell Mingi in a way you never could before and you wondered if he noticed any particular scent of yours.

"Can you smell anything on me?"

Mingi gently brushed the tip of his nose along the top of your head, inhaling soundlessly.

"Yeah. I can." He spoke into your hair.

Your natural aroma was different from before, but there was a hint of familiarity in it. It wasn't just your body wash, shampoo, or perfume he could smell, it was something more, something completely you. It was home. Comfort. In that moment, Mingi thought if there were one good thing to come out of this unfortunate situation, it would be this.

"You smell... wonderful." He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, burying his nose in your hair.

You pressed your body closer to him, letting his scent envelop your newly-heightened senses, temporarily silencing your concerns long enough for you to doze off.

The curtains had been drawn the night before, so there was no harsh sunlight hitting you in the face when you awoke the next day. Your eyelids cracked open and you were met with the familiar sight of Mingi sleeping beside you, his lips pushed into a slight pout in his slumber. Every memory from the night before came flooding back into your conscious mind, making your chest ache. He looked so peaceful, his brows no longer tugged together in concern. For a brief moment, everything felt normal, though you both knew neither of you were normal anymore.

Mingi stirred in his slumber, his eyes slowly opening and, much to your relief, they were back to their warm brown color. You could only hope yours had done the same.

"Morning." You greeted softly, your voice carrying just a hint of sleep.

"Morning." He returned, his eyes scanning your face. "How do you feel?"

"I feel alright." It was a half-true response. "I'm still struggling to process what we did last night."

A somber expression flickered across Mingi's face and he nodded faintly. "So am I."

Despite getting some rest, both of you were still grappling with the fact that you fed for the first time last night and that it felt good.

"What are we going to do about our jobs?" You asked faintly, the thought only just occurring to you.

"We'll just have to call out sick for a while. Stay away for a few days just to be safe and figure out how to manage everything."

Neither of you would be capable of working around people, especially not when you were so unstable. The beating of your coworkers' hearts and the smell of their blood would drive you mad.

"How long will we be able to use that excuse though? People are gonna get suspicious if we keep calling out."

Mingi breathed out a sigh, realizing the flaw in his plan. "Let's just take it one step at a time."

"Alright." You agreed.

It was probably best for you to not think too far ahead and figure things out slowly. That way it all wouldn't be so overwhelming—maybe. Dwelling on the future and all the problems that laid ahead would only cause you more stress.

"You wanna try eating something?" Mingi asked, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Yeah."

Mingi stood in the kitchen, staring into the pantry, scanning through the items stocked inside.

"Are you in the mood for anything specific?"

You weren't, but you answered anyway.

"Pancakes might be nice."

At least the thought of food didn't disgust you, maybe that was a good sign.

You watched Mingi in silence as he mixed up the batter and poured it into a pan, creating adorably-misshapen hotcakes. The sweet aroma of them was stronger than usual, but not unpleasant whatsoever.

A couple minutes later, Mingi plated the pancakes, smearing a pat of butter on top and drizzling the stack with syrup. Both of you held your forks and shared a look of apprehension. All you could think about was the fruit you and Mingi had the previous morning and how it tasted off. You speared a fluffy, syrup-covered bite of pancake and popped it into your mouth.

Your chewed the sweet hotcake slowly, your brows raising in pleasant surprise. "It tastes good."

Mingi's eyebrows were pulled together as he nodded in agreement. "It does."

Having discovered that you could still eat normal food was a huge relief and almost made you want to cry tears of joy. A small smile spread across Mingi's lips as he happily went in for a second bite. You mirrored his actions, the two of you finishing off the short stack of pancakes together.

The plate sat empty between you and Mingi, your forks laid together on the saucer. You wore a contemplative expression, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the wood grain on the dining table.

"I don't really feel like I ate anything." You voiced your inner thoughts aloud.

"Me too." He agreed.

"I don't think regular food fuels us the way it used to."

"At least we can still eat it." Mingi chose to focus on the positive.

You have a light sigh of relief accompanied by a little smile. "Yeah. At least there's that."

Being able to have even a shred of normalcy was enough for you and after having your lives turned upside down, you'd take whatever little win you could.

"Now what?" You asked, your question hanging in the air for a moment before Mingi responded.

"I don't really know."

He was just as lost as you were. Where do you go from here? Not having any suggestions of your own, you decided to start listing the things you had discovered so far.

"We know we can still eat regular food and that our appearances can go back to normal, probably at will if we tried hard enough."

"We know we can still sleep." He listed.

"And see our reflections." You added faintly, your mind going back to last night when you saw yourself as the creature you were now.

Mingi shook his head slightly. "I haven't looked yet."

"I don't recommend it." You murmured. "At least not for a while."

"We know the sun doesn't burn us and that we can sleep." He continued after a brief silence.

You nodded. "Those are all good things."

"They are."

You chewed your bottom lip, contemplating everything. "So the plan is to stay home and keep to ourselves for a few days. The only problem is we'll be thirsty again."

Mingi's expression shifted at the mention of having to feed. "Right."

"So we'll have to go back to the woods again."

"Yeah."

"That'll be the only time we leave the house." You said decisively.

"Agreed. It's not safe for us to be out around people."

The silence hanging heavily in the room gave way to thoughts—troublesome ones that neither you nor Mingi wanted to focus on.

"I need a distraction." You sighed out heavily, rubbing your face.

Mingi, who was thinking the same, stood from his seat and came over to your side of the table, his fingers gently encircling your wrist to pull you up from your chair. Without uttering a single word, he tugged you into his chest bringing you into his warm embrace, an arm sliding around your waist while his hand cradled the back of your head lovingly, guiding you to rest it against his shoulder.

His calming scent reached your nose and the tenseness in your body lessened. It was incredible how effective his natural aroma was, how it could instantly begin to calm you. He guided you into the living room without releasing you, abandoning the empty plate and silverware on the dining table. There would be time to wash dishes later. Right now, you needed him and he needed you just as much.

A faint grunt left Mingi when he sat down on the couch, pulling you with him. You curled into his body, your head resting on his chest while he caressed your hair. All you wanted to do was be close to him, as it made you forget everything, even for just a moment.

The weekend was unproductive. You and Mingi were either in bed or on the couch, usually watching TV, doing anything to occupy your minds and by the time Monday rolled around, you both called out of your respective jobs sick. You couldn't work, you couldn't see people, you were scared to go outside, so all you could do was sit around.

Neither of you were used to what you were yet, getting startled whenever you'd hear a neighbor talking on the phone as they passed your shared apartment or the sound of distant voices somewhere outside on the street. It was something you two were going to have to learn to tune out.

One thing you noticed during your time locked away indoors was that you felt the inexplicable need to be close to Mingi and it seemed he felt the same, both of you craving each other's presence at all times. This wasn't unusual, as you two had always been cuddly, but the desire to be near each other was almost palpable. It seemed that going through something so life-altering had brought you closer together both physically and emotionally, strengthening your bond.

"Are you feeling alright?"

It was a question Mingi asked you frequently over the last few days, wanting to keep a check on the things you were experiencing.

You nodded in response, turning the question back to him. "You?"

He shifted slightly, his arm tightening its hold around your shoulders. "I'm getting thirsty again."

"Me too." You admitted. "It's not too bad right now, but I know it'll get worse."

"We can't let it get bad."

While you hadn't talked much about the whole vampire thing, you mutually agreed to keep a check on yourselves and act on the new cavings you were permanently stuck with, even if it was immoral. Besides, when you were thirsty, morals were the last thing on your mind. It was a jarring realization, that your hunger overrode your rationality, but it was something you'd have to learn to accept and adapt to.

"Do you think we should go tonight?"

You chose to leave the decision-making to Mingi, raising your head to look at him.

"It would be better for us if we do."

You couldn't argue with that. After your first feeding, you had a clearer head and no longer felt that ravenous hunger looming over you. On the other hand, it had only been three days since this happened to the both of you and the fact that you were already getting thirsty again terrified you.

The sun dipped below the buildings, shrouding the city in shadows that were perfect for slinking around in. Like last time, you and Mingi set out at an hour where fewer people would be walking the streets, ensuring that neither of you would lose control. In your minds, the less people that were around, the easier it would be to keep your sanities.

Mingi made sure you were close, his fingers laced with yours while your feet carried you quietly through the darkened edges of the sidewalk. The soles of your shoes hit the pavement in time with his, creating a faint yet steady rhythm. The safety and solitude of the woods was just within reach, you could already smell the various wood and foliage from where you were. The morality of your actions were gnawing at you much like the hunger in yours and Mingi's stomachs, but you did your best to push it away.

The aromas of nature were quickly overshadowed by the sudden mouthwatering scent that awakened every cell in your body. Your footfalls slowed, your sharp eyes darting to the side, zeroing in on someone across the street. It was an instantaneous reaction, you could feel your fangs elongating on their own and you began salivating at the smell. Mingi could sense your focus shifting and looked to see what had captured your attention—a man who appeared to be in his early 30s ambling down the sidewalk, a hint of alcohol accompanying the smell of his blood. Mingi's feet were already moving before he could think to stop himself, pulling you along with him as he crossed the street towards the man.

You had tunnel vision, all you could see was the man's neck and all you could hear was his steady heartbeat thumping like a drum. Your mind was no longer registering him as a human being, but prey. A meal.

As the distance between you and the man decreased, the ache in your teeth worsened and your self-control dwindled by the second.

Mingi knew you were both going to get spotted if you kept chasing the unsuspecting man. He was starting to realize that, the rational side of his mind slowly returning to him for a split second. His grip on your hand was still tight as he stopped in place, forcing himself to look at something other than the man. When Mingi came to a halt, you were tugged back, turning your head to meet his gaze. Flecks of red were already beginning to show in his brown irises, a clear sign that his own restraint was diminishing.

"We can't." He spoke in a strained voice.

Your eyes started to drift back to the man who was getting farther away.

"Y/n, look at me."

His voice made you tear your eyes away.

"We need to go." His words wavered as they were uttered.

Bloodlust was clawing at you like a rabid animal, but you nodded in agreement anyway and let Mingi pull you down the street. He was silently cursing himself for going out this soon, but he knew you both needed it. He was terrified of the way you both were so easily affected by the smell of blood, how catching a single whiff was all it took to make the cravings unbearable. It just further proved that you two were unprepared for being around people.

"Keep your head down." He murmured, guiding you towards the shadows, keeping his own head lowered in case anyone were to pass by.

The forest was a welcomed sight, allowing you and Mingi to breathe a sigh of relief and get your bearings. You leaned against a nearby tree trunk, letting the sounds and smells of nature calm you for a moment.

"I can't believe we're doing this again." You uttered faintly.

"Neither can I, but we have to feed so we can get a grip on ourselves again."

It had only been a few days since the first time you fed and you both already hated this, feeling like you had to hide and sneak around just to feed yourselves. This was going to become your new normal.

Mingi's eyes caught something small moving in a nearby thicket, his reaction triggering your instincts. Your body was on high alert, every muscle going taut as you took a step forward. He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, making sure you wouldn't go wandering off. He held you by the waist, his chin resting on your shoulder, keeping his voice low and quiet so as not to disrupt the animal.

"There's something there."

You sniffed the air lightly and nodded your head. "I smell it."

It was such an ordinary sight to find a little creature in the woods, but not anymore, not for you two.

"It won't be enough." You mentioned.

Mingi nodded in agreement. Such a small animal might satisfy your hunger for a short while, but it wouldn't be enough to satisfy you both properly. His nose was catching an array of scents, picking up on small animals scurrying around in the night, but there was something else that smelled better—larger.

You both felt that same sense of focus and sharp clarity that had taken over last time you fed. The same instinct to hunt, to search, and to capture coursed through every part of your body. Mingi took a step forward, his hand dropping from your waist in favor of lacing your fingers with his to guide you forward. All the scents wafting through the forest assaulted you at once and you quickly learned how to focus on which one you wanted to follow, your feet carrying you towards your meal for the night.

The closer you got to the source of blood, the faster you moved, feeling like you were floating rather than walking. The mouthwatering aroma became stronger, the lines of morality and survival getting blurred. Just ahead, a young female deer leisured through the wild ferns and dew-covered undergrowth without a care in the world.

You two had found your prey for the night.

A deer was perfect. You already knew it would feed you and Mingi both, though you might have to hunt something else afterward if the thirst persisted. In your mind, one big animal was better than a bunch of small ones.

The adrenaline rushing through your veins was different than it was last time, you were both less hesitant, almost as if you had subconsciously accepted your new nature and leaned into the instincts that were now a part of you. The pointed tips of your fangs prodded at the inside of your mouth, the sensation still foreign, but you couldn't be concerned with that at the moment. You were starving.

In a flash, you and Mingi were on the animal, moving in unison as you lunged for it, drinking greedily from its neck as soon as your teeth sank in. A satisfied groan of relief rumbled in the back of your throat, a similar sound leaving Mingi when he took his first sip.

In that moment, you didn't care about anything other than quelling the insatiable thirst that burned your throat, your humanity taking a backseat.

It was several minutes before both of you drained the animal dry, forcing yourselves to stop. You pulled away, your breathing heavy from the rush, looking over at Mingi to assess him. He was in a similar state, trying to catch his breath, his eyes still half-lidded and hazy. His tongue darted out to lick away the excess blood clinging to his plush lips which made you involuntarily do the same.

He reached out to grab you by the waist and pulled you close to him, both of you still panting and shaking, collectively coming down from the high of a successful hunt. Mingi's embrace was much-needed, bringing you a sense of comfort as the haze over your mind dissipated and you were left with the guilt of your actions once again.

As if he could sense your discomfort, Mingi's hand started to rub up and down your back in a soothing manner.

"You okay?" He questioned gently.

"I'm alright."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you think it'll get better?" You asked instead of answering, trying to avoid looking at the deer carcass. "The guilt?"

Mingi gave you a sympathetic expression, he too was feeling remorseful and it wasn't any better than last time he fed.

"I would hope so." His hand moved from your back to your cheek, cupping it lovingly. "But don't you think feeling guilt is a good sign? We could be going on a bloodthirsty rampage, but here we sit, feeling regretful for what we've done."

You mulled his words over, nodding slowly.

"And we didn't attack that man earlier." He added.

"We almost did."

"But we didn't." Mingi said firmly.

He wasn't trying to justify you both being monsters, he was trying to find any sliver of something good, any reason to not condemn himself and you for what you both were forced to do in order to survive.

"We didn't harm anyone. And even though we have to do this to stay sane," He gestured to the deer carcass. "I'm glad you're still you. I'm glad you haven't lost yourself to this madness."

"Not yet." You murmured.

"Hey." Mingi tugged your chin to face him. "I don't like what we're becoming either, I hate it actually, but I'm trying to focus on the positive, as hard as that is to do."

You blinked up at him, fighting back the tears trying to well up in your eyes.

"I'm glad you're still you too." You uttered.

Despite all the various noises reaching your highly-sensitive ears, the forest felt peaceful while you and Mingi sat kneeled in the dirt, holding each other for comfort. With him by your side, you could tune everything out a little easier.

"I have an idea." He spoke up, guiding you to stand up with him. "Instead of being afraid of what we're capable of, why don't we find out what we can do now? Test our limits. We need to get familiar with our new selves."

The thought of finding out what you were truly capable of was a daunting one that terrified you a little, but he had a point. There was no reversing what happened, so your only option was to get used to what you were and adapt. Spending your lives being oblivious to the extent of your abilities was self-sabotage and posed the threat of you and Mingi doing something destructive.

"Okay."

Upon your agreement, Mingi took your hand and pulled you deeper into the woods to an area that felt more secluded. The trees were taller and less moonlight slipped through the thick branches. He didn't want you two to get caught, though he doubted anyone would be wandering the woods at such a late hour.

You needed to find the silver lining in this nightmare, which is why Mingi proposed the idea.

"We've spent so long focusing on the downsides of this when we could be looking at the positives."

"The positives?" You echoed.

"Think about it. We're not human anymore." As bad of a taste as that left in Mingi's mouth when he said it, it was true. "We have enhanced abilities now. That's cool, right?"

"It should be." You said.

"Maybe it can be. We don't have to worry about getting hurt or sick. We probably won't age much or even at all. We'll have each other."

At the mention of having each other, some of the aching in your chest faded. That was a good thing to focus on.

"Did you notice how quickly we moved when we attacked that deer?" Mingi asked.

"I did."

Even though you were in a haze of thirst, you vividly recalled how fast it all happened—both times. Your body moved on its own whenever it was the right time and before you could process what happened, your teeth were already buried in your prey.

"Let's just run." Mingi held his hand out, his open palm waiting for you. "No chasing after a meal, just running."

Your crimson eyes met his and you took hold of his hand, making his expression light up.

"On the count of three."

You gave a nod and he counted down. As soon as he reached one, you took off.

There was no effort to it as Mingi led you through the woods, the cold air hitting your face with every step. It was actually kind of... fun. The sensation was similar to when someone was sitting next to you and the window was down in a car, the same feeling of freedom, the same rush of it all.

Your surroundings were a bit of a blur, and yet you could see every single thing you passed clear as day, your enhanced vision keeping up easily with the high speed.

Mingi turned to look at you, your bright eyes wide with wonder as you met his gaze, letting out a small laugh of disbelief, letting go of any fears or doubts.

Mingi's pace slowed and you mirrored his actions, coming to a stop amidst the darkened woods.

"That was..." You trailed off, searching for the right word. "exhilarating."

"It was." He breathed out, panting slightly even though he wasn't out of breath at all. It didn't even feel like he exerted energy. "What do you think we should do next?"

Now that you had a taste of the perks that came with being a vampire, you were more open to testing out more of your abilities.

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious about our strength." He confessed.

"And how can we test that?"

Mingi looked around the area, surveying the land until he spotted a sizable boulder that would certainly be too heavy for any normal person to move.

"There." He pointed, walking over to the rock.

You watched him examine it for a moment, sizing it up before he placed his palms on it, pushing forward. Your eyes widened when it rolled, crunching against the leaves and foliage covering the forest floor.

"Woah." He murmured in disbelief, turning to you with a stunned expression. "You should try."

"Me?"

He nodded, beckoning you over. You stood before the rock and placed your hands on it just as Mingi had done. Even though you witnessed proof that you and Mingi were much stronger, you still doubted that you'd be able to do anything.

"Just give it a push. It's easier than you think."

At his instructions, you forced the boulder forward with a little grunt, expecting there to be a struggle, but there wasn't. The rock went rolling forward a couple times and it made you step back with a gasp. You were speechless, looking down at your open palms in disbelief, trying to grapple with the reality that you did that. You could really cause some damage with strength like that and it was alarming.

Mingi could sense your sudden unease that rolled off you on waves. He hooked an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a side hug. "What is it, baby? What's the matter?"

"I never realized just exactly how strong we are until now. It's scary. What if we accidentally hurt someone?"

"We won't. We've kept ourselves in check so far."

"Barely." You murmured, recalling earlier when you nearly attacked a man on the street.

"Okay, yes, but we'll get better. As long as we stay strong."

You chewed your bottom lip, flinching when you felt your fangs prodding into it. That would take some getting used to.

"Hey. I've got another idea. Let's see how far we can jump." Mingi had a glint in his eye as he spoke, searching above, pointing to a sturdy branch on a nearby oak tree. "Do you think we can make it to there?"

You stared up at the limb, your focus shifting away from your worries. "I don't know. Can we?"

"There's only one way to find out." Mingi's arm slid off your shoulders and he crouched down, preparing to jump.

The branch was at least twenty feet off the ground, but after what you just witnessed, you were curious to see how high you were capable of jumping now. He looked over at you when you didn't kneel down, taking notice of your apprehension.

"You go first." You told him.

He nodded, bending a little lower before he launched himself upwards. To your surprise, he made it to the branch with ease, landing on it gracefully, as if he'd done it a hundred times. He flashed a fanged grin down at you.

"It wasn't that bad." He told you. "Come on up!"

You released a long breath, slowly crouching. Maybe if you fell you wouldn't get hurt. Vampires were basically indestructible—right? Leaping into the air, you launched yourself towards the branch Mingi was perched on, your eyes widening when you registered just how high you were. Just as quickly as you left the ground, your feet hit the sturdy branch with a small thump, your legs stable during your landing.

Mingi's eyes gleamed with amazement at how agile you both were now, slowly starting to understand how enhanced your bodies were.

"I knew you could do it." He spoke sincerely, his hand reaching for yours. "Let's sit."

You gladly lowered yourself to rest on the branch, your legs dangling off of it.

It was strange how right it all felt. You were perched high up on a tree branch, which should've been frightening, but it wasn't, not at all. It was actually kind of fun. There was no fear of falling or sustaining any injuries, it was peaceful.

Your eyes drifted across the wide expanse of trees and limbs laid before you, the moonlight filtering in through the foliage, casting faint beams onto the forest floor below.

"It's really beautiful up here." You breathed out in awe.

"Yeah, it is." Mingi agreed, gazing out at the nightscape.

The crickets and other nightlife chittered in the distance, the faint croaking of frogs accompanying the various sounds, making for a nice soundtrack to the tranquil moment. If you didn't think about the needless killing and having to drink blood for an eternity, vampirism seemed kind of nice. Even with the harsh realities of what you and Mingi were forced into, being able to perch in a tree and bask in the serenity of the night made it bearable. After all, you wouldn't have been able to do this as a human.

Mingi's attention drifted away from the breathtaking scenery to something else that took his breath away—and that was you. Now that he was no longer fixated on the negatives of being a vampire, he was beginning to notice things he had been too worried to pay attention to, like how captivating you were. The moonlight shone down on your face like a beacon, illuminating your features which appeared sharper now, giving you a more regal appearance. Your plush lips were parted while you stared at the night sky, your pointed fangs peeking out ever so slightly. Even the deep crimson staining your normally e/c irises was enchanting to Mingi and he found it hard to look away. He was hyperaware of just how attracted to you he was right now.

Feeling his gaze on you, you turned your head to find him smiling softly with fondness dancing in his red eyes.

"You're so beautiful."

The words he uttered made your heart swell. "Even like this?" You inquired, wondering if he was put off by your secondary appearance despite having the same one.

"Even like that."

"It's not too different, is it? I still look like myself?"

He shook his head. "No. You're still you. Everything is just enhanced, if that makes sense."

"Enhanced." You murmured thoughtfully.

"It's hard to explain." He gave a half laugh, his fingers coming to rest under your chin. "You're just more..." He trailed off, searching for the right word.

"More what?" You inquired softly, urging him to continue.

His voice was faint, almost a whisper. "Alluring."

That was a word you never expected to hear, especially since you never saw yourself as such.

"I don't know how to explain it, but you look even more beautiful somehow." He continued, which only caused your heart to beat faster and you knew he could hear it. "I guess it's true what they say about vampires."

"What do you mean?"

"That they're captivatingly attractive and seductive."

"Seductive?" You echoed with a little chuckle of disbelief. "I'm not even doing anything."

"You don't have to." He murmured, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.

Your lashes fluttered in response to his delicate touch that sparked a warmth in your chest.

Like Mingi, you too were entranced by his striking visuals that were enhanced with the transformation. In the two years that you'd been dating, his looks had always captivated you, taking your attention in quiet moments spent together. You still weren't used to seeing him as a vampire, but you'd be a liar if you said he wasn't attractive with those hypnotic red eyes and sharp teeth. He was good-looking before, but he was something else right now, something completely entrancing and enticing.

Mingi pulled you closer, brushing his nose against yours. "My beautiful girl."

His honeyed words sent a rush of warmth across your cheeks, bringing a hint of a smile to your lips. You two always had an immense attraction to each other, it was undeniable. You always craved each other, but you'd never had such a deep-seated need for one another, one that permeated your entire being. Since this life-altering transformation, it almost felt like you and Mingi had bonded further because of it. The feelings you held for him were so much more intense now and you found yourself overcome with a sense of devotion that was stronger than anything you had ever felt.

"I'm feeling a lot of things right now." You uttered faintly, vocalizing your thoughts. "I always wanted to be near you before, but it's different now. I can't explain it."

"You don't have to." Mingi dropped his hand from your chin and slipped his arm around your midriff as he spoke. "I know exactly what you're talking about."

"You do?" You inquired, looking over at him.

He nodded, meeting your gaze. "I don't think it's a bad thing though."

"Neither do I. I kind of like it."

"So do I." Mingi whispered out lowly, tracing the tip of his nose up your neck, taking in your scent, something he was rapidly becoming addicted to.

A shaky breath left your parted lips while he inhaled deeply against your skin, causing you to suppress a shiver from the ticklish sensation that followed. Mingi raised his head, his half-lidded eyes gazing into yours.

"I've never wanted to kiss you so badly."

"What's stopping you?"

A half smirk played at the corner of his mouth before he leaned forward and captured your lips with his. The rest of the world melted away instantly and it was only you two, the warmth of Mingi's mouth making you lightheaded in the best way. His hand slid around the cradle the nape of your neck, keeping your lips attached to his. The feeling of him kissing you was far more intense than before. There was almost a sense of relief, like you needed it to survive. You felt whole.

Your fangs were the last thing on your mind as your lips dragged over Mingi's, feeling the shape of them with your mouth, memorizing every dip and curve. As if pulled by an invisible force, your body scooted closer until your side was pressed against his. He welcomed the proximity and tightened his hold on your waist.

Everything was hazy and the longer you kissed, the foggier your mind became. The emotions you felt were bordering on obsession, completely consumed by it all. Your fangs clashed with Mingi's amidst the heated make out, your hands coming up to grip his lengthy black hair in an attempt to ground yourself. He had been growing it out recently, which gave you more to grab onto, your digits tangling in the inky strands. A deep groan emitted from him in response and vibrated against your lips, making you shiver.

Mingi tilted his head, slotting your mouths closer together to deepen the kiss, making you grunt faintly at the new angle. Every cell in your body was buzzing and tingles danced along your skin wherever Mingi touched. This kiss was nothing like the others you two shared in the past. Your lips pressed harder against his, craving more of that dizzying sensation it brought. That's when you realized a sweet taste in your mouth, almost honey-like, and very different from the animal blood from earlier. There was no time to process what it was when Mingi abruptly pulled away, a smear of red on his lower lip, his fingers brushing over where you unintentionally nicked him.

"I-I didn't mean to." You stuttered out, your eyes wide in realization of what you'd just done.

"It's okay." Mingi assured you, breathing heavily. "I didn't even feel it."

You nodded, your mind still hazy as you tried to ignore how pleasant his blood tasted to you, which was odd since you were both vampires, assuming it might be bitter. The concern you felt for him overrode your curiosity to discover more and you moved to brush your thumb over his lower lip, assessing the accidental injury. When the bead of blood was swiped away, there was no puncture wound in sight, the small cut having disappeared without a trace. It had healed.

"It's gone." You murmured.

"I guess that's another ability we have." Mingi said breathlessly, and you could tell he wasn't all there.

He wasn't phased by the little accident, already going in for another kiss. You groaned faintly, your eyelids falling shut in response. His hands started roaming, sliding down your waist to squeeze it, his fingers slipping just underneath the hem of your shirt to dance along your skin. Every touch made your brain go fuzzy, halting your thoughts and replacing them with ones of Mingi.

His lips left yours to reattach along your jaw, leaving warm open-mouthed kisses down your neck and making you shiver with delight. Your head tilted back on its own to give him more access, your lips parting as your breath came out in short bursts whine he ravished your neck. He couldn't stay away for long, moving back to your mouth, humming lowly into the kiss.

If not for the fact that you two were up in a tree, this was the most normal moment you'd had in days and you planned to savor it. Your hands were back in Mingi's hair, raking through it as he kissed you deeply, his fangs scraping against your lower lip before he encased it with his mouth. A shiver ran down your spine when he applied light suction to the heated kiss, the sensation that followed making your head spin. Your nails dragged lightly along his scalp, clutching handfuls of his inky locks in an attempt to stay grounded.

Mingi wanted so badly to pull you into his lap, but he didn't want to risk you falling from the branch, so he made do with where he was, his large hands still holding your waist, his body angled towards you on the tree branch.

Mingi parted ways after a moment before he got too carried away, resting his forehead against yours.

"That was..." You trailed off, searching for the right word.

"Something else." Mingi finished.

"I've never felt so much love for you than I do right now. I can't really explain it."

"Yeah." He nodded in understanding, devotion dancing in his eyes as his trembling fingers caressed your jawline. You didn't have to put it into words, he knew exactly what you were feeling.

Your deep ruby irises glimmered in the moonlight, your lips swollen from the heated kiss and Mingi found himself entranced by you once again.

"My girl." He murmured reverently, cradling your cheek in his palm.

Your eyes closed and you found yourself leaning into his touch, your body craving it despite being seated right next to him. He chuckled adoringly, leaning over to rest against you, his head on top of yours.

"I just wanna stay like this forever." He murmured, gazing out at the forest, his hand finding yours.

"We can." Was your response and it took you a second to realize just how true that was. You hadn't considered the concept of being immortal. A knot formed in your stomach when you thought about what it would entail.

"Forever is a long time." You murmured, your gaze distant.

"Yeah, it is."

"That's kind of daunting to think about. We have to watch loved ones die, and we'll have to move eventually. If we don't age, people will get suspicious."

Mingi's hand squeezed yours. Those things had already crossed his mind, but he chose not to think about it. You two still had time to figure that out.

"I know, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." He noticed your eyes had that worried glaze over them, you were still overwhelmed and he knew it. "We'll be okay. I promise." He assured you with a kiss on the cheek.

"What if we get bored?"

"The world is always changing and there's so much to do." Mingi said. "I don't think we'll get bored."

You nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe I'm thinking too far ahead. We still have a lot to figure out right now. It's been less than a week since we were turned."

"Let's take it one day at a time." He told you.

You were both still scared and confused, struggling to come to terms with the fact that you weren't human anymore, but at least you had each other.

"Would you ever wanna go after the guy who turned us? Try and find him?" You asked curiously.

It would be difficult, seeing as you didn't know the guy and you barely remembered what he looked like.

Mingi shook his head. "There's no sense in seeking revenge. What would we even do if we found him? I don't have it in me to kill anyone."

"Neither do I."

"Then let's drop it." He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand. "He's not worth our time and we're not going to let what he did to us ruin our lives."

His words struck you in the chest and sparked a feeling of motivation within you. When you looked at it from Mingi's perspective, learning how to live with this wasn't an obstacle, but a motivator. A part of you wanted to keep going out of spite so one day you'd be able to say you overcame the challenges of being a vampire—to say you made it.

"Yeah. You're right."

"This won't be easy, but I'm willing to work through whatever struggles we'll face." Mingi's voice was firm, decisive.

"Me too. That's all we can do, after all." You turned to him, feeling hopeful for the first time in days. "I don't know what I would've done if I was going through this alone."

You couldn't fathom a reality where you were the only one to get turned or vice versa. "Neither would I."

The amount of pain and isolation one of you would have to go through without the other, Mingi just couldn't imagine it. You would have to lock yourself away from him if he were human and if it were the other way around, he'd have to do the same in order to keep you safe. He was relieved to have you by his side during all of this, figuring things out together.

"I promise I'll never leave your side. Ever." He vowed suddenly, punctuating his words by giving your hand a squeeze. "You're stuck with me for eternity, princess."

Your features settled into a warm smile, a small huff of laughter escaping your nostrils.

"I guess I'm okay with that." Came your teasing remark.

"Hey." He chuckled, giving you a playful nudge.

"I'm joking. I'm honored to have you by my side forever." Knowing you'd never be alone was all the reassurance you needed.

"Likewise." He grinned, leaning his head back over against yours, nuzzling into you.

There was a beat of silence, save for the sounds of the night, before you spoke up in a gentle voice.

"I think as long as we focus on each other, we'll be okay."

Your optimism comforted Mingi and he gave your hand another light squeeze. "I think so too."

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[ 💌 ] - KISS, KISS, FALL IN LOVE! - 600 follower event!

-> message from vee!

hi hi! so, after about a year-ish(?) of being on tumblr, you guys have helped me reach 600 freaking followers! words cannot begin to express how grateful i am (and how sorry I am for making y'all wait for this event-) for everyone's support! and due to basically delaying this event since i've reached 300 followers, i've decided to make three events total for y'all to enjoy!

🍓 EVENT ONE; build a shoujo !

-> in this event, send me info about your selfship/oc x canon (via ask off anon or dm!) , and in return i'll make a concept for a shoujo/romance anime series for them!

you give me:

your preferred name/oc name

preferred pronouns

your f/o / character you wanna request

dynamic

hcs about your relationship

any specific genre you'd want/genre to avoid

any particular au as well?

and any other info!

in return, you get:

a customized netflix header just for you!

a mood board for your series

a synopsis of the plot

head canons about your show

what I think the op and eds for your series would be!

a personalized playlist!

-> rules:

this only applies to the fandoms I write for, if you don't know what I write for, check my request rules post

this is only for my followers! (no follow no service since this IS dedicated to all of them after all)

i would prefer if you sent me your info via dm, but if you would prefer to do it via ask, it must be off anon!

only one series per person!

please include as much info as possible! (makes my job a LOT easier)

🪽 EVENT TWO; smau-ing for dummies !

-> so I mainly got my semi amount of fame on here due to my genshin smaus, and I thought I may as well impart my wisdom onto aspiring smau authors because lord knows I needed someone like that when I was starting out!

rules:

ask me whatever you want!

^^ must be smau related ofc

be nice in my ask box/it might take me a while to answer if I'm busy so don't spam me with the same question!

even though all my longer smaus are genshin ones, my advice is meant to be generalized! even if you aren't a genshin author don't be afraid to ask me!

i'm not a professional writer by any means, so don't take my advice as if i'm an expert! I just want to help some newer authors/writers who want to try something new learn from my past mistakes/experience!

even though this is part of an event, you can honestly ask me for tips and tricks whenever you want!

🌸 EVENT THREE - about the author !

-> despite being on here for a while, I feel like I don't really talk about myself that much, so I decided to make a little ask game to help my moots/my followers get to know me a little better!

ABOUT VEE! - ask game !

🌸 - surprising fun fact about yourself?

💌 - fandom that people don't know you're part of/ would be surprised you're part of?

💖- your oldest fandom + your newest one?

🍓 - a hobby you really want to get into but haven't?

🪽 - favourite anime?

🧸 - fictional character that you relate to the most?

🌹 - favourite movie?

💄 - favourite video game?

🌺 - something you wish your friends/moots would get into

🌷- songs you have on repeat?

🍉 - artists you've been listening to lately?

🪷 - favourite blog theme you've had so far?

💮 - blog theme ideas that you have planned for the future?

🪻- favourite work that you've written?

🍬 - favourite Pokemon?

🍭 - random pet peeve?

💝 - your ideal romantic partner?

💐 - your favourite character to write for?

💞 - an underrated favourite character of your's/one you like but don't talk about a lot

🦄 - wild card! ask me whatever you want about myself (within reason)

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-> THIS EVENT WILL PROBABLY RUN INTO THE END OF MARCH, DON'T BE AFRAID TO INTERACT/PARTICIPATE!

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calling all pervs — 25+ looking for other 21+ writers for some EXTREME age gap mxf plots. i'm talking eyebrow raising, shocking age gaps (40-50yrs difference). forbidden elements always loved. mostly just want to play my certified old men™️ against younger women that they definitely should not be even looking at, so why the hell are they in his bed?? and how is he ever going to explain to his family who he's dating?

bonus points for:

dd/lg themes (names/clothing)

protector/protected

i just accidentally fell in love with you

forced situations (sharing the same bed in a hotel room for example)

virginity loss / hymenal tearing

just generally fucked up stuff!

I'd love for this to start out with smut and build plot going forward after it! as a disclaimer, this is all fiction and in good fun. ofc I don't support/endorse/condone this stuff in real life. throw me your barely legal's and just graduated's and everything in between! torture my old men and make them question everything about their lives and morals!! 🙏

if interested, please like this post or reach out to the user above. ♡