#✧ jella writes

[moonjella]

MASQUERADE — 00 LINE

pairing || 00 line x fem!reader

synopsis || it's your first halloween at this prestigious school and with it is your first annual halloween masquerade. it's elegance and classiness mixed with the spirits of the young and drunk — a party like no other. but there is one rule : do not remove your mask. easy enough in theory, but in practise you find yourself to be the only prey in a room full of predators.

content || mature, minors do not interact! alcohol consumption. explicit smut — gangbang, unprotected sex, pulling out, cumming inside, cunningulus, fingering, blowjob, doggy style, riding, double penetration (spitroasting), anal play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, petplay, petnames, degradation and praise, dom/sub dynamics.

word count || 6.9k

author's note || for @underworldnet’s halloween event — day eight : costume.

“A bunny?” you scoff. “Really?”

“It was the only thing left in your size.” Shotaro explains. And in all honesty, it looks like the dress is two times smaller than anything you’ve worn before.

“I’m sure the fancy dress store would have had something better.”

“And I’m sure you know that this isn’t a party for five–year–olds. This isn’t fancy dress, it’s fancy dress. As a member of the committee, I can’t allow you into the party with me if you don’t follow the rules.”

“Maybe that’s the point,” you snatch the dress from his hands and throw it onto the bed. But you pick up the glamorous mask from the box he’d opened for you. This, at least, was something to admire.

A bunny mask, white with gems and lace dotted delicately across it with two white feathers poking from the top to act as ears.

“Come on,” he whines. “You promised you’d come this year.”

“I know I did but now that it’s a few hours away, I’m beginning to think it’s okay to break some promises.”

“You’d really break a promise with your best friend?” he gasps. It sounds like he’s only kidding when he fake sobs but it’s Shotaro and you know it means something to him deep down.

He’s your best friend, after all.

You tut and let out a quiet exhale.

“I’ll go,” you say to him. “But is there really nothing else I can wear?”

“I spent all day shopping to find your costume…” he pouts.

“Fine,” you huff. “Is there a reason I’m bunny?”

“Didn’t I tell you this year’s theme is animals?”

“I thought it was masquerade.”

“Every year is masquerade, dummie. But the theme changes every year, not many people go with the theme anyway. But I thought it would be fun for us to do it, since it’s your first time.”

“What’s your animal?” you ask him.

“I’m an otter.” He says with the biggest, dorkiest smile ever.

“An otter?”

“Yeah!” his eyes close up from how much he’s smiling and you can’t find it in yourself to question his choice further.

“This party’s a big deal, huh?” you mutter to yourself.

“I’ll pick you up at nine, ‘kay?”

You nod and wave him goodbye while he runs out of your room. You know in the few hours until the party, he’ll barely have enough time to get ready himself since he’s part of the committee.

Neither you or Shotaro were party people, but the annual Halloween masquerade is something he takes pride in — mainly because him and a bunch of his friends host it every year, but also because he loves the spooky season.

Though, you can imagine there’d be little festivities happening tonight.

With the kind of crowd at your college — a prestigious and expensive kind — the partygoers only care about drinking overpriced champagne and showing off their designer outfits.

It’s not that you never attended by your own choice. Shotaro invited you every year but last year you fell sick and the year before you were behind with assignments.

You feel worried, in a way. Sure, you’ve been to your share of parties. But this is the biggest party of the year. And your outfit seemed lame.

Tonnes of people go as bunnies, and the number of bunnies would be higher since the theme is animals. Oh well, you trust Shotaro’s choice.

You sigh as you look over the items on your bed.

The white dress, the embellished mask and a pair of white kitten heels — Shotaro knows you wouldn’t be able to handle stilettos for an entire night and you silently thank him for taking note.

You remind yourself to pay him in return for going shopping on your behalf as you get in the shower. Playing your favourite songs, you get ready with a bit of a lighter mood.

Since you’re wearing a mask, you don’t go too heavy on the eyes and instead focus on picking out the perfect shade of lipstick. And then you move onto your hair.

When you’re done, you slip into your dress, fumbling with the zipper as your arms reach around your back to pull it up. You put on your shoes and straighten yourself out in the mirror.

You look… beautiful.

White never looked so good on you.

No one in the entire campus has seen you show so much skin and you begin to tremble with bad nerves but a knock on your room door grounds you.

“You look amazing!” Shotaro looks you up and down with a huge smile.

He is donned in a brown tweed suit. His hair is slicked back and the upper half of his face is covered with a mask — rounded eyes and rounded ears and brown fur.

“Mr. Otter,” you greet him. “You’re late.”

“Only by two minutes,” he grins and picks up your mask before tying the ribbons around your head, making sure to not spoil your perfectly styled hair. “How are you feeling?”

“A little nervous, but I’m starting to feel excited.”

Although the pit of your stomach is a little wobbly, there is a thrilling sensation in your chest that outweighs it. it’s safe to say you’re not as reluctant as before now that Shotaro is here. He’s so happy to see you.

You can only imagine how excited he is for you to finally attend his party.

Maybe it’s the excitement of Shotaro escorting you, or the fact that it’s your first time going, but when you look in the mirror while he fixes your mask, you feel like a completely different person. And you like it.

Maybe just for one night, you could be someone else.

“Ready to go?” he asks.

Your hand slips into his naturally. “Yeah.”

“You remember the rule, right?”

“Don’t take off your mask.”

The party is everything you imagined it to be, and everything you didn’t imagine it to be.

You’re in awe at the sheer elegance of it.

Sure, you’ve heard many stories about it. You never attended but it was no doubt a hot topic of conversation for days afterwards and people began looking forward to next year’s party immediately.

As you stepped into the hall, it feels like a new age ballroom for modern teens.

Like the old days of high society somehow met with drunken teen spirit of the twenty–first century.

You would be lying to say you aren’t impressed when Shotaro asks you.

Staring up at the dazzling chandeliers, Shotaro’s arm slips from your hold as he hugs some random guy. You don’t recognise him because of the mask he’s wearing, but he’s all green. His suit a dark shade of emerald velvet while his mask is a few shades lighter with textured snake skin.

His smile, on the other hand, is charming and completely unalike to a snake.

They exchange chatter and you don’t pay attention to their words until Mr. Snake lays his eyes on you. His pretty smile widens to show a perfect set of teeth.

Before he can introduce himself, you’re met with a handful of girls who’ve been excited to see you since you announced to them you’d be at the party. They whisk you away and you give a sorry wave to Shotaro.

You didn’t want to leave him so early but he cheers you on with raised fists.

You’re rushed onto the dance floor but you want nothing more than to peel away from the crammed bodies. For a few moments, you blend in on the border of enjoying dancing but you’d need a few drinks to loosen up first.

You escape the grasp of sweaty bodies wrapped in expensive clothes and slip away to the side.

If the party is this hyper right now, you certainly don’t feel excited for how much louder it will get in a few hours.

But then again… tonight’s all about letting go, right?

It wouldn’t hurt to join in with the chaos for one night.

Everyone’s wearing masks and you can barely recognise who is who unless you know them personally.

There’s a hint of fun among all of this.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a gentle shiver runs down your spine. It’s thrilling. And you feel like everyone is watching — your body grows a little to elated to what you’re used to.

Backing away from the crowd, you walk over to the punch table.

You sniff it before drinking, registering a hint of alcohol hidden among the fruity taste.

If you wanted to get completely wasted, you’d have started with the champagne on the other side of the room but you settle with some surprisingly good punch for now.

You just needed easing up a little.

And it works pretty fast. Your shoulders slowly relax and the dancefloor doesn’t seem so daunting now.

You feel a timid buzz in your body and it becomes stronger when someone joins you at the punch table.

He leans his butt against it after pouring a cup and sips it while looking you up and down.

You feel yourself burst into flames under the gaze of… a bear?

“Bunny?”

You nod.

“Nice,” he smirks. “You’re missing a tail, though.”

You roll your eyes and sip your own drink while his eyes slip down your back to your butt where he would expect to see a plush ball of white fur. You didn’t think about it until now, but your mask and ears are enough to let others know what animal you are. A missing tail isn’t a big deal.

But the way Mr. Bear looks at your body is.

It’s a new feeling; you like it, but you also don’t.

Discomfort floods your body but at the same time, you don’t want the feeling to go away. You can feel the walls of your comfort zone breaking away little by little.

You sigh at the thought. You’re doing this for Shotaro, remember?

Speaking of, you glance around the room and spot him surrounded by a group of people. Always the social butterfly. You feel proud of him in a way, but it didn’t help that you’re too awkward to speak to anybody else in the room.

Small talk has never been your expertise.

“Enjoying the party?” Mr. Bear asks.

“Sure.”

“Just sure? Not this is the best party you’ve ever been to?”

“It’s not the worst,” you shrug.

He chuckles and takes another sip of his drink.

“You look like you don’t go to many parties.”

“I don’t.”

“Then why are you here?”

Now, who does he think he is interrogating you for no reason, hm? His bear mask is less than intimidating, but the smirk on his face when he sees you firing up is enough to unsettle your nerves.

He’s here to piss you off on purpose.

There’s no need to give him what he wants.

Just finish your drink and go to the dance floor, maybe find Shotaro and dance with him for a bit before leaving.

“It’s rude to ignore people. It would be a shame to see a cute, little bunny get into trouble with the big, bad bear.”

He scoots over to you as he says it and he makes sure to whisper it right into your ear.

You swallow, ignoring the way his breath floats over your skin and causes goosebumps to rise. You curse the dress for not being long enough to hide how your body reacts to him.

“Big and bad, my ass,” you scoff, hiding your nervousness with an attitude. “You’re as intimidating as my little toe.”

You roll your eyes. When is this loser going to leave?

“You here with anyone?”

“What?”

“Did you come here with a date or are you alone?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious if you had an invite.”

“First of all, I was invited. And secondly, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t choose to spend my night breaking into some dumb party.”

“You sound angry,” he hisses. “Maybe you should leave if you don’t like it.”

“I would but some asshole bear keeps trying to talk to me.”

He’s silent for a moment before asking, “Who did you come with?”

Your grit your teeth. All the work the alcohol had done to relax you had failed the moment this pretentious ass came along.

“I came with Shotaro,” you tell him.

“Shotaro?” he laughs. “You gotta be kidding. Do you really expect me to believe that?”

“Why not? Is it so hard to believe?”

“A little,” he admits, clearly becoming agitated with you. “How about I call him over so you can say it to him?”

“What are you—”

“Relax, Haechan” Mr. Snake appears in true snake fashion. He attempts to rub away the tension in Mr. Bear’s shoulders. “She’s with Taro. I saw them come in together.”

The bear bites back a remark and finally shuts up.

With the snake dude is another guy — dark hair and piercing eyes. It takes you a while but you realise his mask depicts a wolf.

“You’re YN, right?” he says. “Taro talks about you a lot.”

You nod silently.

“Shit… you’re YN?” Haechan brings his fist up to cover his mouth. You don’t know why he’s so shocked but him being stunned to silence works for you.

“I’m Jeno.” Mr. Wolf holds out his hand but you don’t take it.

He retracts it slowly and you look to Mr. Snake again.

“Jaemin,” he introduces himself. “And you know Haechan already, I see.”

The four of you fall into silence. After learning their names, you can’t say you know them. You don’t recall ever having classes with any of them.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Mr. Snake slash Jaemin asks.

“It’s fine,” you say plainly. “The company, however, is not.”

Your words cut through the air between you like a knife and you can tell they’re all taken aback. You’re not sure where this fieriness has come from but it feels exhilarating. Seeing them all look at you in surprise while at the same time, their eyes travel up and down your body.

Being set on fire by three different gazes is new but addicting.

You direct your attention to tracing the shape of the pumpkin on your cup of punch while they begin chattering to one another. It’s a little awkward and you’re about to leave before you’re knocked into.

Thankfully, your white dress doesn’t get stained but the white shirt of a tux turns red with the punch.

“Aww, man, my shirt!”

You step back immediately, not wanting any of the stains on you.

“I told you to watch it,” a familiar voice whines. Renjun appears donning a fox mask while patting down YangYang with some napkins. “Oh, hey YN. You look… good.”

You don’t miss the way his eyes stick on your body before looking away.

“Th–thanks…” you mutter.

Renjun is a quiet friend, but he always goes out of his way to speak with you. You have a few classes together and you get along well. But one thing you’ve always wanted to ask him is why he hangs out with YangYang so much.

Renjun is a sweet, calm and mature guy. YangYang is nothing but trouble. He’s loud and grabs attention wherever he goes. You try not to question their friendship much but as Renjun tries to clean the stain on the latter’s suit, you really wonder how their friendship came to be.

YangYang wears a mask with a pointed nose and eyes — an eagle.

Interesting choice.

Being surrounded by them all — all of whom are taller than you — makes you feel intimidated. They share glances between themselves; it’s awkward but no one says anything.

Renjun continues to help YangYang clean himself, Haechan starts whining again and thankfully, it’s not to you. And the other two, Jeno and Jaemin, deal with both Haechan’s annoyance and YangYang’s carelessness.

While they’re distracted, you take the opportunity to slip away and scour the floor for Shotaro. He’s further away now and you don’t look forward to fighting your way through the dancefloor to get to him.

You pull your phone from your purse and send him a quick text message. He checks his phone straight away and his eyes search for you as soon as he sees it and you give him a little wave. He smiles back in acknowledgement before his attention is stolen again.

The message reads: gonna head to the private room for a bit. I’ll come back soon

You head to the said room, looking back to ensure nobody saw you slipping through the back door of the hall and down the empty corridors of the building.

When you reach the room, you close the door quietly behind you.

The lights are already turned on, albeit dim. Somebody probably forgot to switch them off, maybe Shotaro.

He showed you his “secret” room a long time ago but you never visited it frequently until recently. He used it to plan for the party while you studied sitting next to him. No one else ever came when you were alone so you assume it’s an unused room.

Shotaro told you he sometimes comes here alone when he feels stressed, and asked for you to use it freely.

You collapse onto the soft couch; the plush, velvety material drags you deeper while you take off your mask and fling it onto the coffee table.

“So much for getting out of my comfort zone.”

You scroll through your phone until you’re bored and then spend the rest of your time laying in silence staring at the decorated ceiling.

Shotaro probably won’t have much time to come see you away from the party so you decide to head back.

But as soon as you stand, you hear voices growing louder. You stop a few feet away from the door, waiting for them to pass so you can leave only for the door to your room to swing wide open.

You jolt slightly, heart racing for some reason.

“Another shirt ruined. My mom’s going to kill me.” YangYang says as he enters first but stops in his tracks right in front of you.

The others bump into him subsequently.

“YN,” the wolf — Jeno — says. “What are you doing here?”

“I… I was just leaving.” You duck to the side to make a narrow escape but a big, tall bear stands in your way.

“Not so fast, little bunny. You know this is our room, right?”

You clench your jaw. What is it with this guy and trying to cause you problems?

“I didn’t know.”

“So you just go wandering into any room you like?”

“I…, no. Shotaro brought me here. He said I can use it whenever.”

“Oh, he did now?”

“Yes, he did.”

“Now, now children. Let’s not start getting into it again.” Jaemin says.

The others step further into the room and you try to leave again but Haechan still stands in your way.

“You gonna move or what?”

“Would you look at that?” he scoffs. “Bunny’s got a bite.”

If he doesn’t stop, you might actually bite him.

He steps closer and you stand up straighter when he looks down at you. He’s only inches away; he feels… addicting.

“Don’t act so brave, little bunny. Or the big, bad bear might gobble you up whole.”

You scoff.

“Not likely. The majority of a bear’s diet consists of vegetation.”

“Bunny’s got a brain, too.” Jaemin says from the couch. Your back is facing him so you don’t see him picking up the bunny mask you left on the table and waving it to the others. “But not a big one, apparently.”

The rest of them have settled comfortably in the room and before you know it, Haechan is grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to sit with them.

“What are you doing?!”

“Can’t let you go back out there when you’ve broken the rule. The little bunny needs to be punished.”

“What rule?” you huff. “Let go of me.”

You’re more than surprised when he places you in his lap. Freezing up immediately, your eyes widen but the rest of them act like this is just a normal day.

“Did Taro forget to tell you?” Renjun asks, and then explains, “You’re not allowed to take off your mask.”

“What—”

“Be quiet. You’re annoying me.” Haechan says.

And that’s exactly why he has you in his lap, isn’t it? Being stuck here is definitely a punishment.

They begin yet another conversation, complaining about how exhausted they all are from organising the party.

“Wait, you guys are on the committee?”

“Duh.” Haechan mutters beneath you.

“We all host the party with Shotaro,” Jeno explains. “Every year.”

You take in the information slowly. Maybe you should have thought twice before dissing the party to them earlier. No wonder the man beneath you got so pressed.

Stuck in your thoughts, you fall into silence again before a tickle against your leg stirs you. Jaemin’s fingers trace little patterns into your skin. He meets your eyes briefly before giving his attention back to the others as if nothing happened.

They continue talking but you feel both Haechan and Jaemin growing closer to you.

Haechan’s breath flutters over your skin. He places his chin on your shoulder and teases you ear with his lips. Your too stunned to comprehend his whispers and Jaemin snakes his way closer to you.

The others are watching as the two slowly break down your walls and every nerve in your body is on high alert.

Jaemin’s hand travels past the hem of your dress and you gasp as Haechan’s lips finally touch your skin. He’s soft, gently breathing onto the skin of your neck before biting down.

“Ah!” you yelp.

Your body is hot while the others watch Jaemin rubbing your thighs and Haechan leaving marks all along your shoulder.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

“Hm? Don’t you like this?”

You bite your lips. You do, but it feels so wrong to admit it.

The desperation takes over, and you nod eagerly. This punishment doesn’t seem bad at all.

“Use your words, bunny. Tell us you want it.”

“I want it.”

“What do you want?”

“You. I want all of you.”

“Fuck…” you hear Jeno chuckle behind you. “Who knew Taro’s girl was this desperate?”

“I…I’m not…”

“Don’t give us that crap,” YangYang butts in. His legs are spread wide on the couch and his arms across the back of it. “Why don’t you come over here?”

“Hey, I had her first!” Haechan whines.

“Fuck you. You’ve had her all this time. You wanna know how hard my dick is from watching?”

“Not my problem.” Haechan says and grabs you by the cheeks, slamming his lips onto yours.

Your mouth opens to his immediately, letting him inside and you feel warmth in every part of you, especially in your core. You rub your thighs together, fidgeting in his lap and ensuring you rock your ass against his hardening cock.

Jaemin is exploring you with him. His hands have snuck under your dress, cupping your ass while he attacks your neck with his lips.

His mask grazes against your jaw and his dark eyes look to you through narrow slits.

There’s something exhilarating about his face being hidden, all of theirs. Maybe it was a good thing you were the only one to break the rule.

Haechan lifts your hips and situates you exactly how he wants.

Your ass presses right onto his dick while Jaemin helps him spread your legs wide on either side of him. He drops to his knees, kissing his way up from your ankles to your inner thighs.

His lips tickle you and your core tenses.

“Mind if I take ‘em off?” He notions towards your white, lacey panties.

You nod, swallowing nervously as he peels them away. You can feel the arousal on the material when it parts from you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…”

“Of course, she is,” Haechan kisses your neck. “She’s a slutty little bunny. Ain’t that right?”

He nudges you and you nod quickly.

One of his hands cups your breast while the other pulls your dress up, holding it against your stomach so no obstacles are left for Jaemin.

“You sure you want this?” Jaemin asks. You appreciate his sentiment but you’re too desperate for his niceties.

“Yes, please…just touch me!”

A filthy grin finds its way to his face before he dips his head and attaches his lips to your pussy.

“Ah!” you whimper.

Your back presses into Haechan as it arches and your ass grinds against his cock while you rock your hips back and forth against Jaemin’s face. He grabs your thighs, holding them tight around his neck while he licks and sucks.

He drags his teeth over your clit gently, causing you to cry out from the feeling. And then he rubs his tongue up and down, electrifying your entire body.

You feel your orgasm approaching when he shoves two fingers into your pussy with ease. You’re so fucking wet and he spreads you open while tasting your sweet essence.

Pleasure hits you, blinding your senses and your body trembles in Haechan’s embrace. You’re gasping and crying, begging for Jaemin to not stop and finally your hips stop moving.

You collapse onto Haechan and catch your breath. Upon opening your eyes, you see them all staring at you with mouths wide open.

“You sound so pretty…” Renjun mutters.

Some of them stroke their boners over their slacks, others watch quietly, waiting for the next move.

“My turn.” Haechan flips you onto the couch. Your shoulders meet the cushions while your ass bends upwards. You shuffle into a more comfortable version while Haechan rips off his belt and pulls out his cock.

He hisses when he strokes it a few times.

“God, you’re so hot…” he whispers. “Gonna fuck you so good.”

You moan into the cushions while he prods your entrance.

“Wait,” Jeno calls.

“The fuck do you want?”

You turn your head to see Mr. Wolf reaching into his pocket and making his way to you. He talks directly to you, ignoring Haechan completely.

“Now’s a good time to tell you about the little gift Shotaro bought you.”

He reveals a fluffy white ball. You’re not sure of its purpose at first until you see the rounded metal hidden beneath all the fur.

Your eyes widen in shock.

“Shotaro got me that?!”

“He pussied out last minute and gave it to me instead. But it was meant for you.”

“Why the hell would he give it to you?” Renjun asks and Jeno shrugs while the others laugh.

You swallow grimly, eyes not leaving the toy.

“How about we give our bunny a tail?” Haechan grins.

His voice is so sickeningly annoying but you can’t get enough of it.

“What do you say?”

You purse your lips in thought.

Did Taro really get you that?

What did he mean by it?

Does he… want to have sex with you? Or was it only meant to as an accessory to your costume?

You don’t have time to think about it and you brush the notions away quickly with a nod.

“Bunny wants a tail.” You whine cutely, pouting your lips as you look up at him.

You hear one of them groan and Haechan grabs handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks and spitting between them. His fingers rub gently, spreading his spit.

Meanwhile, Jeno bends down to your level.

“Open wide.”

You part your lips and stick out your tongue, letting the saliva dribble. He rubs the metal part of the ball up and down, coating it in saliva before ordering you to suck on it. Whispers of curses fill the room as you make the most needy face you can while sucking on the toy.

“Good girl,” Jeno strokes your hair, tickling your scalp with his fingers.

The plug pops from your mouth Haechan holds you open while Jeno slips it in your ass.

“Relax, baby,” he rubs your body to ease. “There we go. Almost there.”

He teases it in and out of your hole until you’re ready to take it fully and then he pushes it in. You whine from the sensation but the feeling of being filled is incredible. You shake your ass teasingly and both of them grab it, leaving a red mark from a slap.

Haechan wastes no time in fucking you. He pushes into your pussy, guiding your hips onto him with eagerness. His cock spreads you open and he stutters vocally.

“Ah, you’re so fucking tight…”

You whine in response and push your hips back and forth with him, allowing him to dive in deeper. Your walls wrap around him and he stills for a moment when he’s fully situated.

“Fuck, Haechan!” you cry. “Feels so good.”

“Baby, I’m not even doing anything.” He chuckles and the others laugh with him. “You’re such a little bunnywhore, ain’t ya? So desperate for my cock.”

“Yes!” you cry out. “Please, Haechan, want you to fuck me so good.”

“What was that? I don’t think the others heard you.”

“Please! Fuck me real good, Haechan. Wanna be fucked like a little whore!”

He drags his cock out slowly before slamming back in.

“What a slutty little bunny.”

You moan into the cushions, not caring if they become covered with your drool and makeup. You can only feel Haechan’s cock driving in and out of you and the heated gaze of everyone else on the two of your bodies.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum already.” Haechan says and you clench around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He thrusts a few more times before pulling out and jerking his cock over your ass. His hot cum hits you in spurts and you wiggle your hips side to side while he groans and empties his load on you.

“Fucking perfect…” he whispers and falls onto the couch.

“Who’s next?” Jeno asks.

You rise up on trembling arms and all of them are silent, but expectant. You crawl over to the one closest to you, Renjun.

He seems nervous, swallowing loudly when you touch him.

“Renjun…?”

“You… you don’t have to YN.”

“But I want to.”

You kiss his ears, his neck, his lips. Your hands sneak under his blazer and trace his hard body over his shirt. He nods shyly.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask softly.

“You…” he gasps and throws his head back when you squeeze his cock. “Your mouth. Use your mouth.”

You fall to the floor immediately, held warmly between his legs and he helps you remove his cock from his boxers and pants.

You stroke him gently, feeling him harden even more.

An experimental lick swipes its way up his cock and you eye him, watching him unravel from the warmth of your tongue. When you reach the tip, you take him past your lips. Little by little, teasing him and admiring the way his chest rises and falls rapidly.

You make sure to stick out your ass for the others while you suck Renjun’s cock and in no time, his cock hits the back of your throat from his hips thrusting up.

“God, YN!” he moans.

You suck tighter, bob your head faster and when you see his fists tightening by his side, you remove him from your mouth completely.

“Ah!” he gasps loudly. He reaches for his cock to reach his high but you hold them back. “YN, please!”

“Don’t you want to cum inside your little bunny?” you whisper.

He stares at you, mesmerised.

“Renjunnie… cum inside me… please?””

He nods gently.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

You bite your lips, telling him that it’s more than fine. You want nothing more than to be filled up with him, with all of them.

To your side, YangYang has his cock out, stroking it up and down while his head rests on the back of the couch watching you. Haechan is still blissed out but watching intensely and the other two sit quietly, waiting for you to finish with their friend.

You climb onto his lap, a thigh on either side and press your lips to his while sinking down in his cock. He moans into your mouth and you mix them with your own. He holds you nervously, unsure where to touch you as you rock back and forth on his cock.

His fingers dig into your side and you reach a hand between your bodies, meeting with your needy clit. You rub circles, causing you to clench around his cock and the feeling of his cum spurting into you tosses you over the edge.

You bounce quickly, not wanting to slow down the orgasm anymore and allow yourself to be taken over with another. All the while, Renjun moans and moans until he’s fully spent inside of you.

You feel your ass clenching around the tail and you feel so full being stuffed again and again.

Renjun is on the border of passing out and you jump from him.

YangYang reaches his arm out to grab you but you find it entertaining to tease him and you slip from his grasp, making your way to Jaemin and Jeno.

“Hey, bunny,” Jeno smiles.

You smile sweetly, wobbling on your weak legs and he pulls you into his lap.

“How about we take her together?” he asks Jaemin.

“Sounds good to me.”

He lifts you with ease and lays you gently on the couch they were sitting on. He gives your tail a little tug, causing you to yelp but you all giggle together after.

“Has anyone ever told you how cute you are tonight?” Jaemins strokes your cheeks.

You shake your head, melting into his touch.

“Hm, we could tell her,” Jeno suggests. “Or we could show her.”

You whine, feeling your pussy flutter with excitement as if it hadn’t already had enough.

“I think she wants us to show her.” Jaemin smiles and you feel yourself drift to cloud nine when they both look down at you between them.

Jeno places himself between your legs, pressing a long kiss to your ankles before placing them on his shoulder. Jaemin, on the other hand, unbuckles his belt and pulls out his cock. He lets it hang freely, waiting for you to grab it.

A groan escapes him and his knees tremble when you begin stroking. You pull him closer, letting your tongue taste his precum.

“Ah! Fuck, bunny. You’re such a good girl.”

You squeal when you feel Jeno pressing his cock into your sopping hole. Your pussy flutters around him as he pushes his way in. You’re so overwhelmed yet you keep wanting more.

You take all of Jaemin into your mouth, moving your head as much as you could in this position and Jeno thrusts deeper, slow and hard.

You moan around Jaemin’s cock, vibrations running through his body and when he can’t take it anymore, he grabs a handful of your hair before thrusting into your mouth.

His cock hits the back of your throat, bringing tears to your eyes but you blink them away, not wanting to distort the image of the two men using you like their personal fleshtoy.

Fuck, you feel so hot.

Your core is so tense and you can feel every ridge of Jeno’s cock in your pussy. He slams harder, faster, pace picking up and rhythm growing messy. He’s close.

“Fuck!” you mumble around Jaemin’s cock.

They both groan, griping onto anything they can and you’re about to cum all over Jeno’s cock when he pulls out. You whine but he uses his fist to empty his load all over your pussy.

Your muscles twitch endlessly and Jaemin pulls out of your mouth only to push Jeno out of the way and replace him inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re so dirty,” he groans. “But so fucking cute.”

He thrusts into you and you let your entire body relax in his hold. His arms wrap around your waist and he kisses the exposed skin of your chest and neck, using his hands to grope your tits.

Your walls flutter around him and you feel the sting of pleasure once again.

“Harder!” you cry.

He heeds your demand and fucks you relentlessly, letting his cum spill freely in your pussy.

“Oh my god!”

You cum together and everyone groans with you. Your head digs into the couch and your hips rise up to meet Jaemin’s until he holds you both still together, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face.

He shushes you and guides your breathing until you’ve come down from your high once more.

Then he takes your hand and lifts you into an upright position, placing a gentle kiss on you’re forehead.

“Did so well, bunny. You okay?” he asks gently.

You nod, slowly and completely exhausted.

Everyone has collapsed onto their backs, letting the couches swallow them whole.

It must have been quite the show.

For all but one.

“Got one more for me?” YangYang smirks.

You crawl over to him, collapsing on his lap with your thighs on either side. His cock is already out and he’s lining it up with your entrance immediately.

He leaves a small kiss in the crook of your neck before sinking you down on his cock.

You rest your head on his shoulder while he lifts your hips up and down on his lap.

“Oh, my god!” he groans. “Waited so fucking long but it was worth it.”

You don’t register how fast he’s slamming you on his cock, nor how hard his fingers dig into your flesh but you use whatever energy still existing in your body to move your thighs.

“That’s right, bunny. Show me how good you can bounce.”

His words spur you on and the raspiness in his voice elates your heartbeat despite it being impossible to beat any faster.

You feel yourself clench one more time and you spill all of your juices onto him. It’s too much, you can’t hold anything back despite having nothing left to give.

“Fuck, she’s squirting!”

YangYang lifts his hips up when he brings you down on him and you feel him reaching even deeper.

“Ah!” you cry. “Too much!”

“Finally had enough?” he growls into your ear.

You nod desperately.

“Can’t take my cock anymore?”

“It’s too good!”

“Fuck, do you want me to stop or not?”

“No! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

YangYang thrusts harder and he bites into your shoulder. You’re amazed at how your dress was able to stay on this whole time but it slips down further and further, not exposing your chest fully but showing just enough of your tits to drive them all crazy.

One look at them bouncing is enough make YangYang lose all of his control.

“Ah! I’m cumming!” you cry, letting one more, and hopefully the last, orgasm wash over you.

“Fuck! Me too!”

His hips tremor when he pushes himself balls deep in you. They remain flush against your pussy until you feel his cum stop pouring out.

And when he pulls out, his cum drips out of your pussy and back onto his softening cock.

They all groan as you fall to the side, spreading your legs to show them how all of their cum decorates your body.

You’re so fucking messy, sweaty and covered in cum but you don’t care.

All of you sit quietly for a while, not a word spared between you until you’ve caught your breath and attempt to sit upright.

Jaemin and YangYang aid you and help you stand on wobbling legs.

“Are you okay?”

“I think so…” you gasp as you feel the cum dribble down your legs.

“That was fucking amazing…” Haechan says.

And the others agree with him. Renjun just hums in his blissed out state while YangYang strokes your thighs from behind.

“You were amazing. How did you even handle all of that?”

“Because she’s such a good bunny.” Jeno teased but leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek, and Jaemin beings you some tissues and helps you start wiping yourself.

Only now do they remove their masks and it feels refreshing to finally see their handsome faces.

Your entire body trembles gently while they take care of you, making sure to compliment you at any second they get. But a loud click catches everyone’s attention and your body jolts when the door opens.

Terrified of being caught, you grab onto Jaemin and pull him in front of you, but you freeze upon seeing who entered the room.

“Shotaro…” you gasp and pull down your dress as if it would hide the fact that you just fucked all of his friends.

“YN?”

He looks somewhat disheartened as he walks deeper into the room. Music still beats through the walls and your heart hammers with it.

As he gets closer, you see his eyes swim with emotion. And to your surprise, his entire demeanour changes from his usual softness to something dark and dominating. You’ve never seen him like this before but the numbness in your body slowly fades, replacing itself with excitement.

The room is silent as he guides your chin upwards to look him in the eyes.

His warm fingers caress your cheeks and as he stares deep into your soul, his hands slide down to your hips, pulling you so close to him that you can’t escape.

“Looks like someone’s been a bad bunny.”

[rosesoflilac]

the brainrot I have for lucifer rn is indescribable.

[liviavanrouge]

New School pt 2

Livia: *Flies beside Humble, looking at the Skylight Dorm* Woah...

Humble: *Laughs* This is where I reside! I know you'll enjoy it!

Livia: What if I'm not in this dorm?

???: Then you're weird...

Humble: Jella! Rosemerti!

Jella: *Glides over, Rosemerti behind her* All flying beings are placed into the Skylight dorm if you're not placed here, something's wrong with you

Humble: *Flails his wings around nearly falling to the ground* HEY, HEY!! BE NICE!

Rosemerti: Jella..be nice

Jella: What? It's the truth...sky beings who aren't in this dorm are weirdos...

Jella: *Squints at Livia* What even are you

Humble: JELLA!! BE NICE!

Jella: *Rolls her eyes*

???: What's going on

Humble: Satine, Tricksti! Hey!

Tricksti: Jella, are you bullying again

Jella: No way! Just stating the facts!

Livia: *Stares at them hovering in place*

Satine: *Smiles and glides over to Livia* Hi, I'm Satine, that's Tricksti, you must be the unusual student the head mentioned

Jella: Oh this is her? My bad...

Rosemerti: You never think, Jella..

Jella: SHUT IT ROSIE!!

Jella: *Looks at Livia and grumbles* Sorry....if you ever need help come to me....even if you're in a different dorm..

Livia: *Blinks watching Jella fly away*

Rosemerti: Jella is a blunt softy, don't mind her

Livia: Okay?

Humble: *Turns and glides away* Come on Livia, let's get you sorted!

Tricksti: Bye! Goodbye!

Satine: *Waves smiling* Bye bye

Rosemerti: *Waves* Wish you luck, newbie

Livia: *Turns and flies down after Humble, spiraling down*

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiresss @zexal-club @marrondrawsalot @yumeko2sevilla @abyssthing198

[enchantingmirage]

The Romance in Rainbow High is Not Good

Check out my newest post. I talk about the romantic relationships in Rainbow High and why I think they're not good.

So, to cure my writer’s block because I’m lacking the motivation/inspiration to write for school, I will talk about the romantic relationships in the Rainbow High franchise. Note: I will only discuss the pairings that are canon/implied to be canon in the show. So, I won’t be talking about Andershaw (Ruby x Skyler) or Jella (Jade x Bella), for example. (I feel like the scenes featuring the girls,…

[greenhikingboots]

Ship Game. Answer with a GIF. No repeats. 1. First Ship I thought long and hard about it, and I think my first ship must have been Mulan and Li from Disney’s Mulan. The movie came out when I was just old enough to start thinking critically about movies, noticing what I liked and didn’t like. And I realized I really, really liked Mulan and Li as individual characters, but I didn’t like that we didn’t get to see them fall in love — just the spark of something starting at the end of the movie. I think it was the first time I daydreamed about different scenarios that could have played out between them, which is basically the foundation of fanfiction, right? So…. count it!

2. First OTP This has to be Draco and Hermione (Dramione) from Harry Potter. This is the ship that got me into reading fanfiction and actually engaging in fandom spaces. Unfinished fics still haunt my Google Docs, and I hope one day I’m going to come back to this ship and finish them. Basically, I love thinking about Draco’s possible redemption arc and I love that a relationship with Hermione helps explore and enhance it. Oh, and the angst!

3. Current Favorite Sydney and Carmen from The Bear. It took until the end of the most recent season for the appeal to sink in, and I’d like to see more positive moments between them before romantic feelings solidify. But I think they’ve got a great foundation. Plenty of conflict, sure, but relationship experts say the frequency of conflicts and the subject matter of conflicts aren’t what indicate success in relationships. It’s all about how conflicts are repaired. And I LOVE the way they do repairs together. So vulnerable. So willing to accept responsibility and try to change. Looking forward to their development in future seasons.

4. Shipped From the First Minute Josh and Donna from The West Wing. I watched this show way after it ended and found myself just wanting more and more of them. Like, they could have been the main characters instead of having an ensemble cast and I would have been perfectly content. Playful banter right off the bat. She keeps him in line. He’d be lost without her. They’re both smitten but dammit they work at the White House and that means they have to keep things professional. The pining! Do yourself a favor and go watch YouTube videos of just them. You won’t regret it.

5. Wish They’d Been Endgame I’m putting Jon and Sansa (Jonsa) here so that I have a sensible spot left for other ships. I do believe they’ll be endgame in the books, if we ever get them, so this answer is for Game of Thrones specifically. We’ve all read, reblogged, and probably written a few of our own posts about how many different ways the show went sideways. I have nothing new to say here and to recap previous thoughts would take way too many paragraphs. Jon, Sansa, and the Stark legacy all deserved so much better. That’s the short of it.

6. Wish They’d Been Canon As some other answers hint at, I typically empathize with writers’ choices even if they don’t fit my personal preference. So it was hard to think of a couple that wasn’t canon but I truly thought should have been from a cohesive narrative perspective. Maybe Caleb and Maeve from Westworld? This show went more and more off the rails with each season, so a lot more than ship dynamics would have to change to redeem it in my opinion. And I definitely wouldn’t want Caleb to have been unfaithful to his wife. But they showed us such a stronger bond between him and his daughter and between him and Maeve compared to him and his wife that, like…. maybe his wife shouldn’t have even been a character? Write her out completely, as early as possible? And then that strong partnership between Caleb and Maeve could have been something even more? Yep, that would have been better.

7. You Like But Most of Fandom Hates Do people *hate* Jacob and Bella (Jella) from Twilight? I don’t know, but I like it 100 times more than Bella and Edward, and I think that’s probably pretty uncommon. Actually, in my college public speaking class, we had an assignment where we had to have a partner and write persuasive speeches from opposing views. And I was like, “Who wants to be my partner and have fun with this by debating Twilight ships?” I compared Jella against serious research about successful relationships and ACED IT. My instructor liked my speech so much she asked me to give it a second time to another class she taught while she recorded it. I would pay money to be able to track down a copy of that. A+ work.

8. Don’t Even Watch But Ship Them Anyway Eddie and Chrissy (HellCheer) from Stranger Things. Opposites attract? Grumpy sunshine appearing but maybe not really? Outcast boy and popular girl? A ship name that isn’t about their names? DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE? What’s not to love, you know? Plus, this ship’s fans make amazing art! And if I remember correctly, it loosely inspired a Jonsa AU fic I really enjoyed, lounge act.

9. Wish They’d Had a Different Storyline Stefan and Caroline (Steroline) from the Vampire Diaries. I’ve only dabbled in this fandom, but it seems like Klaus and Caroline (Klaroline) is a much more popular ship. They had great chemistry, so I get the appeal. But the surface-level unrequited crush to reluctant mentor/mentee to genuine friends to platonic soulmates to lovers slow burn of Steroline is just chef's kiss. But then — spoiler alert — right after they get married, Stefan sacrifices himself so his brother and ex-girlfriend can be together? From a writer’s perspective, I get that ending. Full circle, brotherly love, blah blah blah. But I liked Stefan and Caroline so much more than Damon and Elena and would have rather seen the former couple get the happy ending.

10. Favorite that was Endgame Coach Eric Taylor and his wife Tami Taylor from Friday Night Lights. Do they count? They were together the entire series and had few serious marital conflicts. So there was never any threat of being something other than endgame. But I’m picking them anyway. I love their classic bickering like an old married couple and the way they still lust for each other after so many years. And I love, love, love that the series finale ended with them making a move that was more for her career than his. Relationship goals.

[iviarellereads]

Harrow the Ninth, Bonus Content, Pronunciation Guide

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For detail on The Locked Tomb coverage and the index, read this one!)

Similar to the one in GtN, titled "Naming Systems", but for this book's new characters.

John Gaius GUY-us NOTE: He's just some guy, you know? NOTE II: Gaius was not the name John was born with. He picked it for himself circa Y100 of his reign.(1)

Augustine - AWG-us-tin, not awg-us-TEEN.

Alfred Quinque - KWIN-kway.

Augustine and Alfred share an arithmonym. The implications of this were present at the time, but not as developed as they were later on.

Cassiopeia - Cass-ee-oh-PAY-ah. Nothing like her namesake in Greek mythology, "as she was honestly just a universally beloved and clever human being who made beautiful meals with the occasional finger error."(2)

Cristabel - CRIS-ta-bell, not "crees".

Pyrrha Dve - PIRRA DVAY (one syllable). Pyrrha has many connotations, but Muir's favourite is the disguise Achilles took in that name.(3)

Nigella Shodash - NYE-jella SHOW-dash.

Valancy Trinit - VAL-an-see TRIN-it. Derived from "valens", the same root as "valiant", an incredible cavalier name. Valancy and Cyrus both supported each other's belief that they were the most attractive people ever born.

Titania Tetra - Ti-TAHN-iya TET-ra.(4)

Loveday Heptane - LOVE-day HEP-tane.

Anastasia - An-ass-TAYS-iya, rather than an-ass-TAHS-iya.

Samael Novenary - SAM-ay-el No-VEEN-ary

Mithraeum - Mith-RAY-em. From temples of Mithras,(5) of course.

Noniad - NO-nee-add.

Enneameter - enny-AM-eter.

NOTE: The metre of Ortus's epic, The Noniad (Matthias hight Nonius his Deeds and Accomplishments), is dactylic enneameter.(6) This is the traditional metre for serious Ninth House poetry (as opposed to light lyric Ninth House poetry, which is written in enneasyllables(7) and doesn't exist). As befits a Ninth House metre, enneameter is long, ponderous, clunky, and sucks. Ortus sticks grimly to some of its most archaic rules.

Apopneumatism - apo-NEW--mat-ism

Admiral Sarpedon - Admiral (as in the rank) Sar-PEE-don.(8)

Abella Trine - A-BELL-uh TRYNE (like "mine")

Epirhoic - EPPY-ro-ic (the end of which rhymes with "heroic"). Here Muir notes "Rhoic, from the Greek "rhoe," stream or flow; epi-, "on top of," so it's on top of the stream."(9)

Mesorhoic - MEE-so-ro-ic. "Meso" meaning middle.

Bathyrhoic - BATH-ee-ro-ic, with a short "a" which Muir says is in "psychopath". "Bathy" means "deep".

Barathron - ba-RA-thron. Greek for "a pit". "Criminals were classically thrown into one in ancient Athens."

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(1) So, what name WAS he born with, and where did "Gaius" come from? (2) How much do we believe this? How much of this should we question? Is Muir revealing truths, or red herrings? (3) Given that she's now a woman in a man's body, in a sort of way, that's a rather interesting choice to refer to in this, imo! (4) I suppose I'd have written out a "not tye-TAY-nya" to supplement this, but it's entirely possible Muir's never encountered that one in the wild. (5) Mithras is a complicated but popular god to reference in fiction. And it's true, real-life mithraea survive to modern day and can be visited. We don't actually know much about the Mithraists because they didn't write their religion down, but there's a lot of guesses of varying skeptical-eyebrow-raising quality available to research if you want to see how deep the parallels might go! Or someone's probably made a post about it somewhere on Tumblr, if you dare risk spoilers. (6) Recall that I explained enneameter before! I completely forgot that this was here! So, "enneameter" meant "poetry with nine feet/groupings". Dactylic means poetry in which each foot consists of one long/stressed syllable followed by two short ones, named for the resemblance to human finger bones. No, that's not just a Ninth House conceit, it's our-world. (7) Literally just nine syllables per line. (8) This certainly gives new light to the John/Sarpedon shippers and Muir's restraint in not saying "PEED-on" is admirable itself. (9) Once again I forgot this was in the guide back here, as it wasn't in the glossary part when I checked that. Still, I found it pretty difficult to track down the etymology, though part of that comes down to search engines getting actively worse over the last couple of years. (I have receipts. It's not just your imagination, if you noticed it too, but this isn't the place to rant about that.)

[thedevilspearl]

♡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ

hi there, my name is pearl (or jella) and welcome to my blog! i’m here because i love writing and i want to rekindle my love for obey me. i’ve been playing pretty much since the game was released and although i have little time for the game nowadays, i want to share my writing ♡

requests are semi–open; i am open to prompts and ideas but there is no guarantee that i will complete all requests sent to me, so please don’t be disheartened if your request goes unanswered ♡

i follow and interact from @moonjella ♡

some more about me if you’re interested ♡

i’m a pisces and i love astrology. my mtbi is infp. my favourite colours are pink and green ♡

i’m down to talk about anything so don’t be afraid if you want to start a conversation — i love books, music, tv shows, food, baking, astrology and astronomy ♡

more about me here ♡

[stackofpossums]

Someone please please please needs to write some Jella fanfiction I have read about every one that exists and it's not enough because that's only like 12 and I need to read about them I love them

[rubber-ducky143]

INTRO!! (I said I'd make one)

Yo, sorry this took so long, but here it is, also I'm sorry if it's long, I edited it from a discord intro I made like a few moments ago so haha, anyways here's about me!

About me!!

✰Name: Sebastian, Asher, or Raj (I don’t mind what one) 

✰Nicknames: Rajie, Seabass, Seb, Ash 

✰Age: 16 

✰Pronouns: He/Him 

✰Sexuality: I like men but also a girl has my heart atm

 ✰relationship stat.: Taken

✰Birthday: June 26th (6/26)

 Likes/Interests!! 

❀Animes: Seven Deadly Sins, Black Butler, Demon Slayer, The Promised Neverland, Pokemon, etc. <33 

❀Songs: MANIAC, JELLA, Case 143, Somebody Told Me

 ❀Music Artists/Bands: Stray Kids, The Killers, Green Day, Roar, TV Girl, Pastel Ghost, etc. <33 

❀Games: Genshin Impact, Palworld (I want to play so bad!!), Hogwarts Legacy, ect. <33

❀Shows: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, Bluey (yes..), X-Files 

❀Movies: Harry Potter (specifically 3), Scott Pilgrim

 ❀Hobbies: Writing, Drawing, Playing games, Talking/Chatting 

❀Extra: I zone out a lot, My Zodiac is a cancer, I can really only post on the weekends, also my time zone is Eastern Standard!

Also, I might do one on my oc if you guys want me to, just let me know i guess :)

[riizebabie444]

hii!! so I am glad to be here to give another feedback based on the exhange that we did! my particular question was regarding my career. I will tell how accurate the reading was and how it resonates with me. oh I have to note also, she even gave me a link to a google docs which contained all the detailed reading!! it wasn't what I expected!! sooo detailed like I didn't even feel like I deserve it lol. it was worth 8 paragraph, almost 2 pages long. did I mention it was also so well written?? the message was crystal clear too!!

with my career plan, I was set on several options. jella helped me walked through each choices. giving me guidance on which decision I should make. the reading also helped me being more confident about the future. making me realising that some negative thoughts in my head is just me sabotaging myself.

I think that the universe has gifted me jella to help me guide through my career lol. she even mentioned about designing things, which it was something that I do occasionally just for fun, not knowing it was on the back on my head all along. I almost went through the option that is available for me, just because I was bored.

forgive me as I am not able to write more detailed feedback as the reading is something really personal to me, so I am leaving couple bits of it. I am just giving out the really general feedback reading. but I assure you, that I do not think anyone would regret with the decision of booking a reading with you (jella).

seriously jella is one of my most (if not the only one haha) trusted tarot reader I have came across. real no gimmick here. jella has never ever disappointed me with her reading. hence why I wrote this feedback as I truly believe that this is what she deserves! i also believe that jella's talent could also help lots of people. my utmost gratitude and respect for you, jella!! ♡♡

hi lovie omg i loved reading through this! thank you so much for sending in such detailed feedback! it is always so helpful!!! and ahh you are far too sweet flattering me like this! it is an honour to read for you. to have found someone who i connect with so well in an energetic sense is amazing, because the readings we share together are so fun and informative, and so honest! i'm glad i can help you with my readings and that you can also help me in the same way! it really is so amazing having met you! thank you so much <3

[moonjella]

TRICK OR TREAT — JUNG JAEHYUN

pairing || husband!jaehyun x wife!reader

synopsis || it's halloween and all you want is to spend a quiet night with your husband watching scary movies. but the constant ringing of the doorbell is more horrifying than whatever's playing on the tv. you've had enough of the trick or treaters and decide to play a trick of your own on your husband, to which he returns with a very special treat.

content || mature, minors do not interact! female reader, talk of pregnancy/impregnation, reader wants to have children. explicit smut — dry humping, unprotected sex, cumming inside, breeding kink, praise.

word count || 2.9k

author's note || for @underworldnet's halloween event — day one : trick or treat.

“Trick or treat!”

“Aren’t you guys adorable?” Jaehyun beams at the little ones.

A pumpkin, a witch and a… well, you don’t know what the last one is but the costume was spooky enough.

And the grin of excitement on the child’s face makes your heart swell.

You reach behind the door to pull out the bowl of candy and their smiles reach their eyes at the sight of it.

“Once each, okay?”

“Thank you!” they chime while taking their favourite chocolate bars. You and Jaehyun remain at the door until their tiny bodies waddled onto the next house.

They were the first trick–or–treaters of the night. Though, the streets looked a little empty. Maybe this year would be quiet and you could watch your scary movies in peace.

You’re warmed by Jaehyun’s arm wrapping around your waist.

“I can’t wait for our kids to go trick–or–treating.”

“Me too,” you press a kiss to his cheek and he leads you both back to the kitchen to finish cleaning the dishes together. But a small sigh escapes you.

You’ve wanted kids for a while now. Motherhood is a terrifying thought at times but the thought of seeing your child’s smile on a daily basis makes you long for them now more than ever.

And you know Jaehyun feels the same way. The way he stops to wave and smile at kids every chance he gets, and when he crouches down to their level to hear what their tiny voices are saying — needless to say, you couldn’t wait to have children together.

Most of your friends and family expected the news of pregnancy immediately after your marriage, but two years later there’s still no sign of them.

“What are you moping about?” Jaehyun wanders over as you place the last bowl away. His arms snake around you, trapping you in his hold.

“Nothing much,” you breathe in his scent. “just feeling a bit tired, that’s all.”

“You’ve worked so hard today,” he kisses the crook of your neck as he speaks, his lips tickling your sensitive spot. “How about we put on a movie and relax?”

“Sounds good.”

You already know which movie to watch. In true Halloween essence, you choose the scariest film on your streaming service and settle down next to Jaehyun, who throws a blanket over both of you.

“Let’s get this over with.” He grumbles.

“Don’t be a scaredy–cat,” you snigger. “I bet it’s not even scary.”

“And I bet you’ll be the one hiding under the blanket.”

“Oh, shush.” You shut him up with a chaste kiss and press play only for you both to jump in your seats a few seconds in.

The second round of trick–or–treaters had arrived with a jumpscare. Your doorbell has never been so terrifying.

Breaking into a fit of nervous laughter, you both make your way to the door.

“Trick or treat!”

“You guys scared us,” Jae tells them and your hands wander to his waist, pulling him into a backhug while the children eye up the sweets. “Only one. Gotta save some for the other kids.”

They wave you goodbyes with cheery thanks and goosebumps erupt on your skin from the chilly air. In no time, you’re back under the blankets next to Jaehyun’s hot body. His heat warms you like it always does and the hand tracing up and down your thigh warms you in another way.

His small habit never fails to make you blush. Jaehyun is always touching your body, in one way or another but it’s the times like this when he finds comforts in rubbing your thighs.

When he’s nervous, or when he’s scared, it puts him at ease knowing you’re right beside him. And it seems the movie is getting to a good part because his fingertips dig into your flesh slightly. His chest rises and falls quickly which stirs the same reaction in you.

But yours is due to something else entirely.

His hand jumps higher and you bite your lips. Any higher and you’d be in trouble.

It feels silly getting turned on by such a simple and innocent action, but the thrill of the horror movie somehow adds to the sensation.

After all, the adrenaline a horror movie gives you isn’t so different to the adrenaline Jaehyun fills you with.

Ding dong!

You both jump again and this time Jaehyun lets out a tiny squeak. He tears his wide eyes away from the screen and to the door seriously.

“It’s just the trick–or–treater, Jae. You’re not afraid of some kids, are you?” you tease.

He gulps.

“No. Not at all.”

You both rise again, heading over the door to hand out some more candy. As much as you love seeing the children excited, it’s starting to feel like a chore.

The scold yourself for the thought. As someone who can’t wait to have children, you sure as hell grow sick of children quickly.

Maybe it’s a good thing it hadn’t happened yet.

Jae closes the door and you both crash on the couch again. Although you settle into his arms nicely, it feels odd for some reason.

You and Jaehyun never really talked about the issue properly. You’re on the same page in wanting to have children but neither of you never put it into action.

The only time you had sex without protection was on your wedding night. Other than that, you always had protected sex.

For a long time, you’ve wanted to bring it up to him. You know he wouldn’t react badly to your request for unprotected sex. But then again, maybe there’s a reason he hasn’t brought it up either. Maybe he’s not quite ready to be a father yet. Maybe he has doubts too.

As daunting as the thoughts are, you decide to brush them away and enjoy the movie. And Jaehyun’s reaction to the movie.

He’s a lot more scared than he’d like to admit.

Time passes and you’re onto the second movie. And the trick–or–treaters became much more frequent. At this point, Jae is answering the door every five minutes.

And here you were thinking it was going to be a quiet night.

You’d given up on answering the door with your husband and instead watched him from the couch. He’s trudging his way back to you, him too growing tired of it. While you admire his efforts, you can’t stand the cold you feel every time he leaves.

So this time, you pull him down with you, letting him lay on your chest and locking his hips between your legs. Hopefully no more trick–or–treaters would ring the doorbell because Jae’s body on top of you is like the comfiest blanket in the world.

You focus on the movie again, but it’s only a matter of time before Jae is up at the door complimenting another child’s costume.

You hold back a groan, growing frustrated. All you wanted was a quiet night, but this is getting too much. Jae’s attention is either on the children or the movie and a sting of jealousy flutters in your chest.

It’s petty, but you have a plan. One that will be sure of Jaehyun giving you his attention. And maybe you’ll finally satisfy your neediness.

He sits down and you climb into his lap, straddling him and successfully blocking his view of the television. Dark eyes flutter to you and his lips are wettened by the slip of his tongue.

Children aren’t the only ones who can play tricks tonight.

“Hey, baby,” he mutters. His hands find their place on your hips. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you say while nuzzling into his neck, lips grazing over the spot he likes the most. He shudders beneath you, immediately turned to putty in your hands.

You kiss your way up his neck, along his jawline and meet his lips in a frenzy of warmth.

To your surprise, he’s just as hungry. He sucks you in, fighting your tongue for dominance with a groan that rumbles through both bodies. You grind down and you clit finally finds some relief.

“Ah… Jae…”

His hands make their way around your neck, cusping your jaw and holding your head back so he can attack your neck.

“Thought you wanted to watch the movie, babe.”

“I want you instead,” you smirk, knowing your plan is working. His cock grows beneath you and you throw away the blanket which was acting as an obstruction to your grinding. “I always want you.”

“Fuck,” he gasped as his cock twitches to life. “Want you too, baby.”

Your lips meet again, wet and messy. The horrors of a cheesy thriller long forgotten and replaced with the desperate need to fulfil each other’s desires.

A moan is caught in your throat when he pulls your hips tighter against him and your chest hits his, breasts rubbing against him. There’s no way to escape his strong hold as his guides you back and forth in his lap.

You move faster, friction from the clothes heating you up and adding stimulation to both of your parts. It’s only a matter of time before you’re close to your high, so close…

Ding dong!

You still immediately, Jaehyun’s eyes also growing wide at the surprise. Of all the times to be interrupted…

This is far from the quiet night you imagined.

“Baby, I can’t answer the door like this.” He looks pretty beneath you, red cheeks and a sheen of sweat. And desperate, needy eyes.

“Let’s just ignore them.” You say and get back to stealing his breath away but the doorbell persists.

He pushes you for a moment and you part again. Speaking with his longing eyes only, he persuades you to answer the door.

“Fine.” You grumble and march over. You grab the bowl and swing open the door.

The children don’t even have a chance to finish their “trick or treat” before you shove the bowl at them.

“Take as many as you want.”

The door is slammed shut before you know it and you grab Jaehyun who is stunned by your actions, leading him up the stairs.

“Our bowl…”

“Fuck the bowl.” You say and kick open the bedroom door. You yank him down by the collars, crashing his lips onto yours while unbuttoning his shirt.

“You’re right,” he grins. “I’ll fuck you instead.”

Large hands encompass your ass and your gently thrown on the bed. You’re pleasured with the view of him slipping off his shirt before he moves to your pants, pulling them down by your ankles.

You whip off your shirt, exposed in your lacey underwear.

Jaehyun crawls between your legs and your hands trace over his muscular chest and toned abs. Your head hits the pillow while your husband attacks your chest. He pulls down the thin fabric and takes your nipple in his mouth.

“Fuck, Jae!” you whine.

“Feel good, baby?”

You can only moan in response as his hand finds its way between your legs, teasing up and down and discovering the wet patch you made.

“So wet, baby. All for me?”

You nod timidly while biting your lip. You know he loves it because his eyes don’t move from them for a while.

“Need you so bad, Jae.”

You knock him out of his trance and he removes his pants, revealing his hardened cock.

You reach for him nimbly and take it in your palm, pushing yourself up to kiss him while you stroke his dick.

“You like that?”

He groans in response, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments before flying open when you tease his leaking tip. You trace circles around his slit making him shudder under your teasing touch.

His forehead hit yours as he takes your lips hungrily in his, noses nudging and tongues diving deep. You don’t cease your strokes, allowing him to rut gently into your hand until he pulls away with desperation.

“Jae…” you whine as he puts distance between your naked bodies.

“Need a condom, baby.” He mutters while reaching into the nightstand.

He’s fumbling with the box, his eagerness obvious with the way his fingers ravage the packets. You bite your lip, swallowing nervously.

You don’t want him to use one.

You want him to fuck you raw and fill you with his cum until he’s sure you’re knocked up.

“Jae,” you say softly, catching his attention. He’s over you in a second, stroking your heated cheeks and adoring your beautiful eyes as you lay your head on the pillow.

“What is it, baby?”

“Could you fuck me without a condom… please?”

His thumb stills on your cheek and you can almost feel the cold from his expression. If your racing heart is telling you anything, it’s that you’re terrified of what he’ll say.

You brace yourself for the rejection, but instead you receive warmth on your lips.

You’re engrossed in him as he explores all of you, lips not leaving yours for a second while his hands trace your skin. Your panties slip away with ease and he throws them away, now forgotten just like the box of condoms.

“You know what this means, right?” he finally asks.

You nod breathlessly.

“I want it, Jae. I want you to put a baby in me.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing his raging cock and rubbing the tip up and down your slit, spreading your arousal before lining up to your entrance. “I’ve waited so long for this, baby.”

You whimper, shuddering from the excitement growing in your core. His thumb teases your throbbing clit causing you to clench over nothing. But that would soon change.

“Say it again, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”

You rest your hands on the back of his neck, wrists lying on his shoulder. Just a simple touch of him grounds you from drifting away in pleasure.

“Please, Jae. Want you to fuck me so good, want you to cum inside me.”

Your sentence ends with a high–pitched whine as he pushes into you, groaning with surreal bliss.

You squeal his name excitedly. It’s been so long since you’ve felt him like this, so long that it feels entirely new. Like something you’ve never experienced before.

Every bit of his cock nudges against your walls. You’re tight around him, feeling every single thing. From his hot tip to the vein wrapped around his dick, you feel it all.

Your eyes roll back, head burying into the pillow while Jaehyun rocks back and forth allowing you to adjust to him.

When he’s fully seated in you, sweat dresses his forehead and you brush back his bangs. He smiles at you so tenderly and this feeling, all of these feelings… it’s like like falling in love all over again.

“Move,” you whisper to him. “please.”

He heeds your words and pulls out gently before shoving his cock back inside. His groan is loud against your ear and it stirs your insides, making them messy and distressed from the anticipation.

Your nipples rub against his chest sparking flames all across your body and your body is set alight when he quickens his pace. His arms wrap around your body, holding you impossibly close as his thrusts become harder.

You can only imagine how incredible he must be feeling from fucking you raw, from knowing the state he’ll leave you in.

“Fuck, Jae!”

“This what you wanted?”

You scream yes.

“Want me to cum in you? Want me to fuck you so good, like my pretty wife deserves?”

You mumble incoherently, whines and words becoming a mix of slurs.

“You’re so desperate for my cum, aren’t you?” his tone is almost condescending but you don’t care. You’re so fucking desperate.

“Cum inside me! Please!”

His rhythm quickens to the point where it feels there is no rhythm at all and you feel your own orgasm approaching.

“Ah… ah! I’m close!”

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Finally get to put a baby in you. Gonna cum inside you, baby, and you’re not gonna waste a single drop.”

He emphasises each word with a particularly hard thrust and you can’t hold yourself back any longer. Your arms wrap fully around him, nails etching patterns into his skin and he cries into your neck, stuttering from his own pleasure.

Ropes of cum spurt into you and he lets out a loud groan. His hips shake as he pushes his cock in deeper than ever before. You feel it twitch inside you and you feel so full.

He rides you gently through your high, making only slight movements as to not shake you too much from your dazed state.

Your mind is abuzz, your skin aflame and you can’t help but collapse entirely when he finally lifts up.

There he is again, admiring your blissed out face and when his eyes spot the cum leaking out from your pussy around his cock, he feels himself growing hard again.

He’s waited so long to do this with you, to finally make a baby with you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. “And you’re gonna be even more beautiful when you’re all knocked up. Gonna look so pretty carrying our baby.”

Our baby.

Your body shivers with excitement.

He hisses down your arm, reaching your palm, kissing every fingertip before placing your warm hand against his face.

Rubbing his cheeks into it, he closes his eyes and breathes in. You wish this moment could last forever.

“You’re going to be such a good father, Jae.” You smile.

And his lips grown wide with satisfaction.

“And you’ll be an amazing mother,” he kisses you. “But I gotta make sure I did the job properly first.”

He strokes your cheeks, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face as he begins moving his hips again.

“Gonna fill you up until you can’t take any more.”

[satoruhour]

queeeenn I loved your race au, would you write more in the future?

YES def! i have a request for more racer geto since u guys like him sm but i have a flag girl series that im also planning to write courtesy of jella <3 i just havent figured out the details

[liviavanrouge]

New School final pt

Livia: *Yawns, swimming out of the water and shaking herself off*

???: HEY LIVIA!!

Livia: *Perks up then looks up*

Humble, Jella, Rosemerti, Satine and Tricksti: *Circles above her*

Jella: You coming or what?

Tricksti: *Smiles wide, twirling through the air* Let's go grab some breakfast, come on!

Livia: *Stares in surprise*

Humble: Come on, we're not leaving our new best friend behind!

Rosemerti: *Shoots Humble an amused smirk* We haven't known her for that long

Humble: I STAND BY WHAT I SAY!!

Livia: *Laughs getting their attention*

Jella: Whoop whoop! A smile has been sighted! A smile has been sighted!

Livia: *Laughs and flares her wings taking off into the air*

Humble: Awesome, let's go!

Livia: *Flaps her wings, gliding beside Jella to the school*

???: DIVE BOMB!

Livia: *Darts out of the way and gently pushes Satine*

Satine: *Squeals laughing, flailing her wings as she regained her balance* She got me!

Tricksti: *Laughs* Karma!

Humble, Livia, Jella, Rosemerti, Satine and Tricksti: *Laughs, spiraling down in a line to the school*

Livia: *Looks at the academy* ....maybe Papa is right...this won't be so bad..

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiresss @zexal-club @marrondrawsalot @yumeko2sevilla @abyssthing198

[jellababe]

I never post any personal photos of myself on here because this is my social media sanctuary. My hiding spot. But today is a little different. I want to write an open letter, because for the last 2 years I have been holding back..

This guy has been my constant in an ever changing world. My highs and lows, my confidante and my greatest enemy. All wrapped in one person.

Babe @adel09 the last two years were not the easiest to navigate. The road was filled with boulders and cracked path, the ride was rough but I think we’re dealing with the bumps well-enough. We’re still here, aren’t we? I’m here to remind you everyday that we have gone so, so far from the couple who sleeps in UV Express because of our graveyard shifts, eating hotdog buns and drinking sago’t gulaman before going home. I know, you want more for us and I believe that you will get that for us.

The resemblance between you & your dad is undeniable, but that’s where it stops. I will never stop saying that. You are so loved. I am proud of you and how you have evolved to become the most loving father, husband, brother and child.

Mistakes are inevitable but you have to forgive yourself for making them and choose that as a way to learn and grow from it.

I see you’ve been working the hardest, more than ever for the last 2 years and I may not say it all the time but I’m the proudest. I can see that you’re really doing your best to get to a better place and have made difficult shots that you think are pointless but believe me, you will get there. The universe will pay you back a hundred fold. Until then, continue working on your craft and most importantly, take care of yourself.

Love,

Jella

[alicenthiightower]

I wanna see the Bella x Jade ficccc

inspired by this fanart by @jashtah

READ ON AO3

i never was ready so i watch you go

Lou Wright had said there was no time for goodbyes, but Jade breaks that rule for Bella. It is not the first time and it will not be the last. She skips the rest of class, runs right past Amaya and straight after Bella.

In another world, Jade might find that funny, because nothing is straight about her. But she doesn’t.

Jade finds Bella in their dorm room, packing her bags. When Bella looks up to see her, Jade can see her trying to force a smile on her otherwise perfect face but it doesn’t work. The plaster white walls feel sterile and hostile in the harsh light of this news. Bella had wanted to paint the walls rainbow colours like a set, but at Rainbow High, you cannot mare their walls.

“I actually did it. I’ve lost everything,” Bella whispers. “I should have listened to you—“

“Bella, I’m so sorry—“

“You have nothing to apologise for. Anyway, this expulsion is gonna do great for my permanent record.” Bella mutters. It’s like she can’t even tell Jade is there, not really, she’s staring off into some unknown point Jade can’t see. Bella usually packs light and neat but Jade can see her clothes are messily shoved into her suitcases, streaked with mascara. “Didn’t you say you liked a bad girl?”

She’s trying to make Jade laugh to avoid the topic of her expulsion. Jade sits beside her, puts a hand on her arm. “You haven’t lost everything. You still have me. You’ll always have me, B.”

Bella stands, defiant almost. She puts a hand on her suitcase, her fist closed. Bella is confidence and caffeine; Jade is daring and dauntless. Jade does not want her to go. She’s never even considered it.

“Ramona Barnes won’t care,” Jade promises, even though she can’t. “And if she does, I dunno, I’ll punch her. Or write her a bad review. Whatever it takes.”

Bella sighs, tucks a strand of her soft pink hair behind her ear. “You’re amazing, Jade. Don’t tell the others but I’ll miss you most.”

Jade wants to say I’ll go with you or Ms Morton will fix this or Don’t go. But she can’t. She can’t. She wishes this were all some horrible nightmare but it isn’t.

Jade looks away, as if she’s about to pull away, but Bella takes her by the shoulders the way she had the night before. Bella stares into her eyes. Bella looks as though she’s considering something impulsive, something she’s wanted to do for a long time.

Bella kisses her and Jade feels herself begin to cry.

“Sorry. I had to do that, just once.” Bella puts a hand on her check. “Try and graduate for me, Jade. And hire me, after. Promise?”

Jade kisses her again. “Promise. Don’t be a stranger. Keep in touch. I wanna see your sets, I want updates every day, you hear?”

“I’ll try,” Bella bites her lip. “Walk me out, will you?”

Jade nods. She holds Bella’s hand all the way through the halls of Rainbow High and doesn’t care who sees, who comments, what anyone has to say about it.

It’s Bella lets go first, kisses Jade on the forehead and climbs into the car. Jade watches the car until she can’t anymore and takes the rest of the day off. She lies on her bed and waits for Bella’s texts, staring at the ceiling, trying desperately not to think about their kiss.

Ramona Barnes posts a selfie of her and Bella a few days later and it’s the first time Jade has smiled all week.

[jellazticious]

No One Takes Care of The CareTaker

If someone were to hear the endless clicking of keyboards for God knows how long, it would drive their already deteriorating mind mad. Mortimer, however, has grown used to hearing these repeated sounds, it is more preferable than deafening silence. At least he knew he was still in reality. It was an especially dark night in Palethos, as if the underground hadn't contributed to the dimness. The doctor only has his computer to serve as light. The power of 131 has been in bad conditions ever since that last security breach. They should never have tried to experiment with a live Dallum, those poor souls. They have to settle with saved power. Click, click, click away Dr Morter goes. Whatever could it be he was writing? The best guess would be another documentation of another Dallum. Those mutations just keep adding up to their numbers.

In Morter’s opinion, this is relaxing. Being alone in a barely lit room the entire night typing about the horrors that wait in the upper division is relaxing.

Not really,

It’s more of a distraction.

All day he tends to the sick, the survivors, the ones who are barely holding on. This plague took a toll on thousands of lives, or else those remaining lives. The only families in the underground are born of fear. It is his job as a doctor to save these people and it is his job as a scorcher to protect them. He’s done this with Abegail Nightingale, so he can do it to others.

Oh, Abegail. The doctor was like a father to her. She never had loving parents and she grew up in two hells where she fears both what is out there and what is inside of her own home. Mortimer makes her feel enough. Mortimer has taught her what being loved is. This is what Morter is supposed to do. Show people that there is hope and to make them believe there is space for peace in this apocalypse.

The many things he has done for everyone, the many changes in people’s views because of him and the many lives affected by this man’s kindness. He is a doctor, it’s what he does.

And it is sickening.

Yet, he doesn’t say a word. No one should be disappointed, no one should be turned down. He needs to take care of them. He has to be one of the few people who will remind the frozen what sunlight is. They can get out of this. The cure just needs more time but one day, all of this will be over or may the moon be broken to bits. Perpetual is the heart of a human soul and no parasite will corrupt it.

He didn’t realize the room went silent. Oh, where was he again? Bah, to hell with this documentation! Mortimer has to check the records again. He shouldn’t have stashed it back when he wasn’t done. As he was about to get off a creaky rotating chair, there came a knocking on the office door. It made him jump how loud it was, or maybe that is just the effect of the silence. Morter is cautious to whom it may be, he didn’t answer at first. At this time of the night, the Bounty Hunters are set loose, no one knows if someone has a price on their head except those assassins.

Then another knock on the door, this time with a familiar voice.

“Doc? You in there? It’s me, Cobalt.” The voice called out

“Ah, yes of course. Please come in” Morter didn’t plan on leaving the chair anymore. Also, he could just ask that man to grab the files for him. He was there when they recorded the Dallum, he would know which file to take.

It’s always nice to see his scorching assistant. Cobalt is someone who has been very close to Morter recently. He has to keep a close eye on him, Cobalt has been targeted by the Admiral just because he couldn’t pay his late father’s debt. Bless that Crimson Roussel.

Cobalt opens the door; the room gets illuminated with his visual screen but only like a nightlight. It felt more homely with the change of brightness and that someone was with Morter in the room. Cobalt walked towards him while trying to avoid stepping on a bunch of papers lying around. Most of them are accidentally duplicated but he’s not sure which ones are spam and which ones are important, he won’t even try stepping any of them at all. It doesn’t help the fact that there’s also a bunch of file drawers and computers just scrambled? Seriously, the place is a mess. Someone ought to clean this up.

Morter turns his long neck around to see why his assistant was making so much shuffling noises, he sees Cobalt struggling to get near him “ah understandable” and he turns back to face his own screen. It IS hard to get to the other side of the room so he doesn’t comment on Cobalt’s speed.

He isn’t wearing his waistcoat, Morter just noticed. He’s not used to seeing people wearing different outfits. Then again, it is night, there’s no reason to be formal.

Not long after Mortimer spoke up “Boy, what brings you here? Do you know how late it is?” Cobalt doesn’t answer.

“You know our next mission is in four days, right? A tad too soon innit?” Just as the second question finished, Cobalt’s robotic hand plopped itself on his desk, making a clunk against the metal plated desk.

“O-oh! What’s this?” Mortimer glances as he noticed there was a small sack being held.

“It’s for you, Doc.” he flatly says. The low light makes it appear as if Cobalt’s skin is normal, not like a blue freak he thought he is. Morter knows that is something he wants; he is thinking of ways to give him red blood again. Mort knows what it’s like to be changed by the plague. He did have his head replaced with a bird-like mechanical one.

Cobalt’s arm makes a whirring sound as it gets removed from the desk but leaves the sack.

“Oh no, I can’t accept this.” Morter shakes his hands, bill facing the bag then to Cobalt. “I’m working, you see?” he then gestures at the computer, leaning back and making the chair squeak.

“You haven’t even seen what I gave you...” Cobalt is usually monotone when speaking but Morter can tell he was deflated saying that. UGHhh, fine fine, let’s open the stupid sack you big baby. The caretaker then grabbed the bag with his metallic hand and shook it to make its contents drop on his flesh hand.

It’s a candle.

“I thought you could need it, I saw someone selling scented candles, I know those are rare now and I remembered how you like smelling things” the assistant explained as Morter was bringing the candle at his eye level “Well actually, I don’t know if you can smell that with all of the flowers in your beak-”

“Boy...” Morter interrupts, the blue man stared, oh no did he do something wrong?

“This is thoughtful, Cobalt” Morter keeps looking at the little candle “but why?”

“Well, uhm- “Cobalt starts, his screen glitching momentarily “Well, I noticed how you’re never letting yourself rest these past couple of days” he placed his hands in his pockets “I mean, you’re not sleeping right now trying to write the document for the sea monster mutation!” he pointed at the computer, Morter tipped his head, fair. “You kinda get crankier in the day, I know you’re mad when you call me ‘Kobalto’, with the uhh… Spanish accent” Morter raised a finger in agreement, that is true “and like, you always say no when people are trying to offer you help”

Who does this kid think he is?

“Yeah, and I know it's none of my business to insist further assistance when you don’t want it in the first place so…” he shrugged and propped one of his shoulders forward to gesture the candle “gifting you something is the least I can do'' his jaw awkwardly juts forward. Cobalt isn't very good at expressing. It’s a good thing Morter is a person who listens carefully.

“That’s bloody…” Doc was at loss of words; Cobalt isn’t usually like this. “That’s bloody kind of you, Boy” he held the wax candle to his chest, such a little thing could be so precious. Cobalt doesn’t mind being called “boy” considering the person in front of him is a hundred and eight years old. To be honest, he feels way younger than “boy” around Mortimer.

“Mm, yeah, I guess” He scratched his neck. “No one takes care of the caretaker, huh?” The neon of his face screen grew brighter, he does this when he wants to appear to have eyes. Morter sat there in silence, still holding on to the gift as if it held so much value.

“Yah, no one takes care of the caretaker…” Mortimer echoes a whisper.

“Welp, I think I gotta go now. I did what I came here for” The younger man yawns “You have fun with your scented candle now” he then went for the door. Going back to the mess of papers.

“Cobalt?” The doctor calls.

Cobalt hums in response, stopping in his tracks.

“…Thank you” Morter doesn’t turn and his voice was tender “thank you for this” he raised the little candle to show to the other.

“It’s nothing,” he told the doctor as he walked to the door.

As he reaches for the knob, he can practically hear a lighter flickering. He swings the rusty door halfway and through exiting, he looks at his Doc one more time.

“I love you, Doc, '' he flatly said, but Morter understood what it meant. He loved that boy like a son.

And he was gone, the room became dark as before now that it’s missing the screen’s cyan light.

Soon, an unfamiliar scent replaced the smog. To Mortimer, this is nostalgic. If you close your eyes and imagine, it wouldn’t feel as if the place wasn't an old office. There is no ocean, but the waves sting you, there is no honey, but the taste lingers, there is no sand, but the faint wind of a broken fan gives the illusion of it.

Morter took a deep breath to take it all in. He misses the shore where he was raised.

Cobalt was right, he needed this. He looked at his computer, read the last sentence he wrote and thought “I could deal with that another day”

He closes the power and decides to head to his living quarters with the precious candle on his palm.

As he exits the office, he goes straight to the long hallway, Dr Morter always has thoughts in his mind until one of them disturbs him. Now is the time of realization.

” Oh shit, I didn’t save the document…”