#... and I don't wanna name him that as i want to avoid confusion between one Megatronus prime and the other

[transingthoseformers]

I am valiantly resisting (and failing in said resisting) the urge to make a bunch of unique Primes

Both ones based on prime-ified canonical characters (such as Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Ratchet, hell even Megatron) but also oc ones because I'm a disaster like that.

[grugruel]

Your daddy know 'bout this?

(Don't be fooled, there's no daddy kink!)

Pairings: dbf!cowboy!bucky x f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

Masterlist

Summary: A few days short of your 21st birthday, you decide to celebrate with your friend at the local bar. Unbeknownst to you, a close friend of your dad's is there.

When he sees you with beer in hand and in the lap of another man, things get heated. Somehow, you end up in his shirt, at his house.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: pinv sex, passionate sex, forbidden realationship, violence, blood, underaged drinking, slight angst, cum eating, I love yous', mentions of masturation, tension, arguments, slight jealousy and protectiveness, pet names (girl, woman, ma'am, princess, sweetheart)

AN: not yet proofread, might be rough around the edges! Enjoy girlies🥹🫶

It was his one free night in a long time, and his buds pulled him along for a drink. He had no real objections, for he was in a good mood and it'd get even better once he had a drink in him.

The group of men emerged from the damp, rainy night and dove into the smoke tainted air and usual bustle of the local dive. They ordered their drinks and made their way to the back where the booths were, a jumble of familiar faces greeting them on their way. Until-

Bucky saw a face he ought not to see in a place like this. "Excuse me a moment, fellas. I got somethin' to take care of."

Their group turned to him, confused. "Wha-" and looked in the direction he was already headed. "Well shit, good thing her daddy ain't come with us." The group shared a few nervous glances, then shrugged and chuckled. "Wouldn't want to be one of those boys right now."

-

"Well . . . " a voice chuckled loudly.

She could see the source approaching their table from her peripheral, his form vaguely illuminated by soft lamp light through the gloom. " . . . Aint this a sight?"

She knew that voice, she could hear the telltale grin that shaped it.

Catching onto the change in energy, the giggles and boisterous laughter of their small group died down. Tense glances exchanged between them, all eventually landing on the intruder, all except her own.

Commotion continued sounding around them, their table the only to emit an unusually low amount of noise. "Anyone wanna tell me whats goin' on here?" The voice asked.

Swallowing, she realised she'd been intently staring into a cadleflame. She belived that maybe she'd have a chance at going unnoticed if she sat still enough.

"I asked you a question, doll."

She winced. That was his nickname for her. Fuck. She tore her gaze from the candle, snapping it to her friend across the table and gave her a sidelong glance that meant 'trouble' to which her friend nodded in agreement.

The low light that made the place cosy just moments before now only existed to muddle her thoughts. But, it could work in her favour. She carefully pushed her drink behind her elbow, hoping it wasn't too late to hide, and her friend followed her lead.

She turned toward the man, a cheap grin plaster on her face. "Hey . . . Buck," she spoke slowly, as if it'd somehow make him more agreeable.

"Hey there, princess," he grinned. Hat on his head. "Wanna explain this to me?" Pointing lazily to their gathering.

She shrugged, attempting to act nonchalant. Because admitting your wrong would confirm it's wrong. "Nothin special, we were just leavin', in fact."

A scoff blew past her ear. "The hell we are." The lap she sat on stiffened beneath her, tapping his feet–once, twice–in a show of impatience, and rocking her body in the process. The man then whispered in her ear. "Who is this guy anyway?"

She inclined her head, nervous eyes avoiding the big cowboy that stood imposing at the end of their table, and murmured a quiet reply over her shoulder. "No one. . . in particular." A lie, of course. "Let's just go."

The cowboy chuckled. "You're not leavin' with him, you're leavin' with me." That drawl could make the most steeled stumaches jittery with butterflies. Her friend must've felt it too by they way she squirmed in her seat.

She had to screw her eyes shut in a moment of contemplation. Why'd he have to be here tonight? Why'd they have to go to a bar he frequented?

She looked back at her friend with panic in her eyes. Boy, were they in for it. She could think of nothing else then to simply ask nicely, hoping it'd appeal. "Please, just go."

He smirked, putting a hand on his hips and showing a stern but playful disposition. "Your daddy know 'bout this?" He tipped his hat in their direction.

She pinned him with her eyes, narrowing them with independent annoyance. "Im my own woman, B-"

'What's it to you?' The guy beneath cut her off.

Bucky switched his attention to the guy, and she could feel him shrink a little under Bucky's gaze. "Hell, no need for that tone! I was just sittin' with my buds over there." He pointed to the group of men Buck came with, no doubt to put some pressure on the poor guy. From the looks of it, they'd been listening in on our conversation, and now waved to her, idly laughing at the situation, ready to jump in at any moment.

She shyly waved back, a tight smile on her lips.

"See, I just saw your little group havin' a grand ol' time over here and wanted to join you," Bucky laughed. "And when I noticed that fine woman in your lap, I thought I'd have a chat with her." He disguised it well, but she could hear the anger beneath his humoured exterior.

"You two know each other?" The guy asked, I'll at ease.

"Well enough." Bucky took a moment to look her over, a scan for any harm. But his eyes stuck on the short skirt and thin shirt. If possible, he looked even more bothered. "Wouldn't you say, sweetheart?" He glanced at her, and she could see the danger that lurked in his eyes. It began to dawn on her more and more how knee deep in trouble she was.

She cleared her throat, a nervous blush creeping up her cheeks. "Mhm," she hummed. It felt like he could see through her.

The guy's hand slunk to the bare skin of her thigh, attempting to mark his territory when seamingly he'd decided his dislike of the situation. "Huh, what's with the hat anyway, you some kind of sheriff?" He asked. But cut Bucky off as he was about to answer. "Either way," he waved his hand dismissively. "She's fine where she is. She can make her own decisions." And just like that, he'd successfully stolen the point she'd been trying to make.

She shook her head. Stupid, stupid boy.

Bucky's face hardened, any sign of humour gone from him. "I assure you, I dont need a sheriff's badge to take her home, It's within my right." He braced his hand against the table, leaning closer to them.

Her uterus roiled at that. 'take her home'

"Now, get that hand off of her, boy." He snarled, annoyance and authority resounding in his voice, promising a solution to the mans cocky demeanor. "She ain't yours to touch."

"Why?" The guy asked. "She yours?" His hand slid higher, squeezing her thigh, challenging the much broader man.

She exhaled, releasing a frustrated hum in early defeat, he'd doomed them both.

The cowboys jaw tensed. Silently, but undoubtedly steaming, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and pushed them above his elbows. The veins on his forearms pop from strain, knuckles turning white from his fists clenching. "Fella. . ." He began, calming his composure, then pointed two loose fingers at the girl in the mans lap. "Had she been mine, you'd be on the floor already. Now, that girl, ain't of drinkin' age, neither is she to be touched by a slimy bastard like yourself."

Fuck, so he did see the drink. She shook her head again, warning him. "Bucky. . ." A very bad attempt at dissuading him from doing whatever he was about to do. She could almosy feel the guy beneath her sink into the booth they were sitting in. Perhaps he had some sense after all.

Her friend grabbed her arm, loosely yanking on it as her anxious eyes flickered between the men in conflict. She herself sitting in the lap of the guy's friend, who was preparing to step in if necessary. "We should go before this gets ugly," her friend whispered.

"Respectfully, ma'am, she ain't going nowhere without me." The cowboy opposed, directing his attention to her friend.

No, no, no no. . . Dread filled her, he'd drive her straight home to her parents.

Bucky's eyes fell back on the guy, now shrunken and small under his gaze. "So. . . Stand up, 'n leave, boy," he spoke with the authority of a sheriff but stood with the confidence of an outlaw. "There's no need for altercations, I was enjoyin' my night. N' I don't wish that to change-"

"I'll call on the bouncer," the guy shot out, his face probably as pale as his overly white and fragile shirt, pointing to a man behind the cowboy. Her eyes followed the steps down from the seating area, and through the dimly lit dive where a big man stood posted by the door. The guy beneath her then glanced at his friend across from them, both extending curt nods to one another.

She wanted to wretch, he was acting a coward and standing up to Bucky with the threat of enlisting two other men to his side. She sighed loudly, making a point for him to hear as she eyed her friend. "Well, I sure know how to pick em'." And her friend, inspite of the commotion they found themselves in, covered her mouth in snicker.

Bucky narrowed his eyes in a second of silent fury, then answered with a laugh, not missing a beat. "You mean that bouncer?" He asked and turned around, calling a greeting to the bouncer, who in turn tipped his hat with a smile. The type of gesture that indicated a longstanding friendship. "We're well aquainted," Bucky grinned. "But im sure he'd love to sort this situation out."

If they had any sense at all, the two men would leave with what little dignity they had left and realise that they were already outnumbered inspite of being 2 to 2.

"Leave, girls," the guy easily dismissed them.

She gave him a pointed look, flashed her eyebrows, and jerked her head to the side in a 'you had it coming' motion, and then grabbed her friend's hand.

"Asshole," she sighed and steered them out of the booth, taking the cider in her other hand. Silly as she was, she thought she could simply leave, perhaps just slip by Bucky. But no, his strong hand grabbed her bicep as she passed by, and set his blues deep into her own. "Wait by the truck, I'll drive ya' home." He said, looking between the two girls.

"Fine . . . " She sighed.

"N' dont even think of running, cause I'll catch ya'," he warned, and she rolled her eyes inspite of the burning that settled in her core.

She tried to yank herself free, but he didn't let go. "What? You wanna hear a 'yes sir'?" She dared the words, teasing, as nervousity built in her gut.

His eyes searched hers, a slow grin spreading over his lips as he leaned closer, bending down to whisper in hear ear. "Dont get cocky with me, girl." And his hand began sliding downward, making her shiver, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch.

She swallowed, that tone, the hat? God. Her uterus purred, and in a sudden surge on confidence, she answered. "No, sir."

He grabbed the glass bottle from her hand and grinned, taking a sip. "Good, girl. Now go." And pointed to the door.

Would it be wrong to say she started salivating? His words, together with his lips making contact with the same surface she had? There was something about it, something that made her . . . Pulse.

Bucky whistled and his friend–the bouncer–came bounding up the steps, him along with the group of dad's and bucky's friends only a few steps behind.

The bouncer tipped his hat to her and her friend in passing, a smirk on his lips. Nice to know there was still some gentlemen in the world.

She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He was quite handsome too.

"Dont even think 'bout it," Bucky warned.

She rolled her eyes, and then they were finally on their way out, meeting Bucky's group of friends on the way, all nodding and greeting her. "Tell your daddy we missed him tonight." One said, and they all chuckled.

The girls hurried off, giggling. But anxiety lingered in the depths of her chest. Those men were rogue witnesses in all of this.

As she held the door open, voices raised behind them. She could see the crowd turning to look in Buckys direction, anf she herself followed their gazes. And found them just in time to see Bucky's knuckles collide with the jaw of the guy she'd spent her night on, sending him sprawling.

-

Plunging into the deep night, the cold swept over them. "He's hot, ain't he?"

She didn't want to answer, or simply didn't want to admit it and just gave her friend a look of understanding.

"God, I was ready to pounce on him the second he called me ma'am."

The girl understood that too.

-

After about ten minutes wait, Bucky emerged from the bar. Unscathed, apart form bloody knuckles and dark cloud around his head. Before even saying a thing, he'd already removed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "I only got one of them. Apologies, ma'am," he told her friend and opened the truck door for them both. "The truck'll warm you up."

"Thats ok, thank you," her friend answered, and the girls shared a knowing look. Their thoughts connecting in fiendish collectivity.

"Alright, get in. We'd better get goin'."

-

The ride was relatively quiet. We knew better than to anger him further. Anxiety was growing within her, though, she didnt wanna know what would happen when her friend was let off.

"Text me ok? I'll se ya' later." Her friend said, eyeing Bucky. She leaned her head through the open window of the truck. "But- let me know how that goes," she whispered. "And good luck." She raised her eyebrows with a smirk on her lips.

The girl rolled her yes. "Sure will." And with one last wave, they were off.

-

When there were only the two of them, they could say whatever they wanted with confidence. But so far, there'd only been a few sighs and breaths of shared irritation. Neither of them were particularly pleased with the situation.

But she wanted to be the first to speak. "I'll be 21 in a few days, Buck."

"Doesn't mean you have good judgement."

She bristled. "I'm not a little girl anymore!"

" 'Course not, I can tell by the way you dress. That what a grown woman look like to you?" He nodded to her body, barely covered apart from his thick jacket over her torso.

She pulled it closer around herself. "Like what exactly? What do I look like to you? A slut, a hooker?" Her face stung from embaressment. She felt like a child again, being berated for something she wasn't able to puzzle together by herself.

He clicked his tongue, jerking his head to the side. His patience was running thin. "Dont twist my words, doll. I'm callin you careless."

"That dont matter comin' from you, you're not my daddy." She knew the comment would get a rise out of him, because she knew he'd ment no ill intent, and she knew he cared for her. But she was mad, and so was he.

"No, n' you should thank fucking god he wasn't there to bust you. I was the better option, I can promise you that."

She exhaled a frustrated breath, turning her attention toward the windshield. Watching droplets of water paving their way over the condensation covered glass. "You weren't the only one to bust me, though, were you?" She spoke lowly, feeling like a coward for even asking. "The boys gonna say something?"

He gripped the steering wheel harder, his roughed up knuckles tearing. "I told em' I'd take care of it." It must've stung, but he took no notice. Other things pestered his mind.

Worry mixed in with all other emotions as her gaze drifted to his hands, and her mind immidetly moved into recovery mode. "So what's that mean, you gonna tattle on me now?"

He looked over at her, brows furrowed right beneath the rim of his hat. He couldnt begin to understand her. "That all you care about?"

"Right now? Well, yeah. I dont want a scolding."

"All grown and still daddy's little girl, worried about his opinions."

"And if I say yes, what then, girl?

"I dunno, m' gonna have to convince you not to."

"Like you convinced that guy to buy you beer, huh? What'd you do, flirt with him? Give him a handjob, suck him off? What did I miss before catching you?"

Her mouth hung open in disbelief. "You fucking asshole!" She shook from anger, she never expected words like that to be thrown at her. Especially not by him. But she'd get him back, there was no reason behind her actions now. "Maybe I would've, I even bet it would've worked if I'd asked you. Right? You would've just loved having your friends pretty daughter gettin' you off, huh!" She half shouted the last sentence, her chest heaving with effort and fury.

"That's enough." His tone was unforgiving, shooting a sense of reality back into her.

"I'll shut up if you answer the god damned question Buck, would it have worked?"

But Bucky didn't answer, his jaw clenched and unclenched, biting back his words. If she thought the silence had been bad before? It was deafening now.

After calming down again, her words hit her like a freight train. She always had a friend in Buck, but now she wasn't sure. The words that'd been thrown back and forth had set them off balance, their entire relationship was on unsteady ground. Something had been rewritten in the rules between them.

There'd always been attraction, but that wasn't something they ever spoke of. They'd always been close, good friends even. But now, something had changed. And it made her feel sick. She'd had an ally in him, but now, she wasn't so certain.

After a long whole of shutting her mouth out of stubbornness, the fate of her father finding out was worse, so she broke. "Please don't bring me home, Buck. Dad'll throw a fit." She tried to smile, to soften her voice. But it felt wrong.

After a moments uncertainty on her part, and strained breathing on his, he spoke. "Im not makin' the detour, you can sleep at mine, that was always the plan anyway." He admitted, sounding utterly tired.

And now she felt extremely guilty, eyes studying him as he gripped the steering wheel harder. Her gaze drifted over his body, his face, his hands. Stopping on the roughed up and bloody knuckles. He'd beaten that guy for her. Out of jealousy, or simply because he was protective?

She turned away, her chest feeling hollow and followed the birches and sprucetress as they flashed by the truck. Their colors and textures blending together as they met the dark consistent sky above them.

Bucky's house was dark, he only lit a few tablelamps when they arrived. It was better that way, she recognized herself here, within the gloom and the safety of his home. It was second to her own.

"I'll get your something more comfortable," he said, his eyes avoiding her clothes, her body as a whole and disappeared into his bedroom.

Was it because he thought they didn't fit her, or the opposite? Had he been mad at himself for being attracted to her?

She nodded slowly, calling out to him, "we should do something about that hand of yours."

"It's fine, I'm fine." He said, re-emerging, meeting her eyes. "Here," he handed here a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, most likely too big for her. "I'll take the couch, n' you can take my bed."

She nodded again, and headed into the bathroom.

Buckys t-shirt was longer on her than the skirt she'd worn, so she opted out of the shorts. Luckily findig a roll of gauze in the bathroom cabinet.

She emerged from the bathroom, a pair of panties and the oversized t-shirt the only things on her body. "You want something to-" Bucky paused as she rounded the corner, and suddenly she herself stopped short–caught off guard.

Bucky stared at her, and whatever he'd been about to say was lost the second he looked up. Bucky cleared his throat, and with the weight of a 15 year long friendship on his shoulders, his eyes stayed glued to hers.

Inwardly, she smiled and hoped the lowly lit livingroom couldn't reveal the blush on her cheeks. "Found some gauze," she held the roll up, indirectly asking for permission to bandage him.

He opened his mouth to decline, she could even see his head begin to shake in dismissal.

But she cut in before he had the chance. "Just let me help, you can be mad and still let me help."

His eyes hardened, but hesitantly, he nodded all the same. "Im fine, doll."

She raised her brows with skepticism and made her way toward him, the fabric of buckys shirt doing its best at showcasing her breats.

Bucky clenched his fist in an attempt to control himself, he winced, the wounds on his knuckles re-opening.

"Yeah," she scoffed. "Sure seems fine to me." And placed herself infront of him. From his position on the couch, he had to look up at her. At that, a flicker of heat blazed in her core. Oh, those eyes. His big, pleading eyes, all sad and hurt. Did he want her gone or want her in some other way?

She kneeled, settling between his thighs and grabbed his hand. "You don't got to be so stubborn all the time. . . Just wanna help you." She wrapped his hand carefully, enjoying every second of his corse skin over hers. Once done, he tried flexing his hand, and winced again. He still hurt, that much was clear, but was too proud to admit it. "Want me to kiss it better?" She joked, hoping it would lighten the mood. But he did that thing again, where he said nothing, and instead clenched his jaw, as if holding back a yes. So she took her chance.

Keeping their eyes locked, she brought his wrapped knuckles to her lips, and kissed them through the bandage once, then moving further up to kiss the softer skin of the back of his hand. Again, his eyes were pleading, and he moved the hand to cup her cheek, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. She took it as encouragement and kissed his palm, his wrist, his forearm. She stood up on her knees, kissing his bicep and reached for his shirt to pull him closer. She cupped his face and brought him inches from her own, nuzzling her nose against his.

Finally, when her lips reached for his, he pulled away. "Stop, stop," he nudged his forehead against hers. "We can't," he moved his lips away, cheek to cheek, he kissed the soft spot in front of her ear. "We can't."

"Cant, or wont?" She asked dully.

Those pleading eyes were back, begging her not to make him answer that question. She nodded absentmindedly, pulled into her thoughts. She stood up and moved away from him, his hand sliding down her arm and locking around her wrist, stopping her. "Dont leave."

"I'm comin' back."

After a few minutes of bustling in the kitchen, she returned to him. Sidling up next to him on the couch, her curled up legs lulling into his lap as she handed him a whiskey glass, then cradled her own. He whispered a thank you, looking into her eyes, and she whispered a you're welcome, looking into his. Then they sat like that for a while, quiet, unmoving. Bucky's hands finding their home on her legs, glas in one hand and her knee in the other. Somehow, this wasn't crossing a line for them, this was their normal, this was something not even her family questioned, this was them.

"Im sorry, doll." he said finally. "I never meant to imply-"

"It's ok, Buck." He opened his mouth to speak again, but she stopped him. "Really, It's fine. I'd rather not dwell on it."

Another moments silence passed between them, it was uncomfortable, but the unsaid lingered in the air like a thick wall between them, and hung over them with the threat of smothering. "We need to talk about us."

"I didn't like the way he was touchin' you," he said, choosing the topic before she had a chance at it. If he had to approach them, he would do it indirectly. "It didn't look like you were enjoyin' it."

Her eyebrows raised, "You would've punched him even if I were enjoying it." She commented sourley.

He squeezed her knee, gently rubbing circles into the skin beside. "He acted like he owned you," He turned his unscathed hand upside down, brushing his knuckles up and down her sensitive skin.

It all went straight to her head, veins throbbed with heat she didn't know she could feel. All brought out by a single touch of his hand.

But she wouldn't let off. "And what do you 'spouse beating him for it is?"

He stayed silent, his hand turned again, this time to grab her soft flesh, squeezing it with purpose. Much like the guy had done, but this felt different. This felt good, real good.

She swallowed, closing her eyes to focus on the words she needed to say. "What made you think you had the right? If not that I already belonged to–" she stopped, and their eyes met in a quick glance.

He let out a frustrated sigh. "I was only protectin' you." He defended, but it didn't quite sound like he believed the words himself. Nor did she. But if he wasn't ready to see it as it was, she wouldn't pressure him.

Instead, she laid her head on his shoulder. "It shouldn't be this hard."

He shook his head, the words seemingly struck a cord within him. For he sat insilence, pondering, a long while. "I would've said no, you know. And it would've killed me." She looked at him strangely, forgetting what he was referring to for a moment. "I would've said yes, if you hadn't felt forced to it, like it was a last resort to keep your secret."

Oh. . . "Had I wanted it, you'd said yes?" She stared unbelieving into the dark space infront of them.

"Nothin' could stand in my way." He slid his hand further up her thigh, fingers exploring the skin just beneath the hem of his/her shirt.

She sat up straight to look at him properly, she couldn't tell if he was serious. "You want me?"

"More than anything," his voice was breathless, barely a whisper. His index and long finger reaching further up, exploring more than he'd ever dared. "Cant even explain how many times I imagined you gettin' me off after you said it. How much I hated the thought, the sight of you with that guy, his hands all on you."

A pang of need shot through her. She put her whiskey down, and braced her hands against his chest. "But why tell me now, whats changed? Whats changed in this last hour?" His fingers rubbed the skin of her hips beneath her panties, sending shivers running over her body, shivers she'd only previously dreamed he'd be the cause of.

"You're right, it shouldn't be this hard. I'm makin' it too hard." His hand slid to her waist, still invisible to him, but no longer untouchable. Magnetically, they were pulled together, faces inching closer and closer to oneanother.

"And what about daddy?" It was becoming hard to focus, she wouldn't stop him for the world. Bow, they were close enough to feel the dampness of their breaths.

His hand continued exploring farthur up, fingertips finally reaching the soft, plush flesh below her breast. "Your daddy ain't here, is he?"

She began shaking her head in disbelief, lips brushing against eachother. "Dont promise something if you can't follow through."

His hand stopped, "I can, please," he begged, waiting for her go-ahead. "I can. . ."

His words vibrated against her skin, electrifying her body. "Fuck," she moaned, he's right there. Right, there, infront of her, for her. "Then do, please do, Buck."

And just like that, both hands were beneath her shirt, pulling her into his lips and squeezing her breasts.

Breathless moans filled the silent air, they tore at eachother greedily. Pulling and pushing eachothers bodies, fighting to get Bucky free of his clothes.

Snaking one arm behind her back, he guided her down onto cushions and placed himself above her. Still clothed by jeans, he rolled his hips against her core, grinding the rough fabric against her barely clothed clit. This, is what she had been craving. The exact static friction, the heat and movement between their bodies producing all the pleasure she needed. She moaned heavily, beacause still, she wanted more. Pulling her legs up and her panties off, she wordlessly signaled for him to do the rest.

With a groan, Bucky dove into her neck, kissing and sucking, all the while he unzipped his jeans and pulled them off together with his boxers. No time was wasted, he lined his member up with her core within a second, prodding and teasing at the opening. "Please, please, please." She sounded desperate, but fuck, she was. And feeling it was worse then sounding it.

"Yes ma'am." He said, and thrusted into her. A gasp escaped them in unisome. With the arm still around her waist, he pulled her into his hips, his body straining as he delved deeper inside her than she thought possible.

"Yes. . ." She whined. "More."

He kissed his way up her throat, their hips freed and collided into eachother with steady, strong thrusts, pushing her deeper into the cushions with every rut. Nothing could compare, he was unparalleled. Bucky, despite what he was already achieving, kissed his way up her neck, unfaltering in his duty.

Her hands found his face, cupping it and bringing him back to her, and their lips met again. "Taste so sweet," he murmured, sinking his tongue into her. The salt of her skin mixing with her saliva. "Want all of you."

She smiled against him. "Harder."

He did as ordered, keeping his pace and adding pressure. "Yeah," he moaned. "Being so good for me, girl." And pulled her deeper onto his member. Her breaths grew rapid and shallow, fingers clawing at his back as she had nowhere to go, all pleasure directed straight into her. "Close, so fucking close," she cried.

"Good," he chuckled breathely against her skin, and that was a she needed. Her back arched in euphoria, and stars stung her eyelids, speckling the darkness. "Good job, sweetheart. Just breathe," he continued thrusting into her, softly, easing her through the orgasm. "Good girl. Well done. . ." He whispered, kissing her jaw. The stars began fading and she regained her senses, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Beautiful, girl." He moaned, still rutting into her, chasing his own high while wiping the tears from her face. Her body began tingling, on the vege of breaking down.

"Dont know how much more I can take, Buck." She kissed his cheek, focusing on the skill of his lips.

"Almost there, almost. . ." he moaned, increasing his pace. The slickness of her core created a sickening sound together with the slapping of their skin. It was heavenly, but she could feel the pressure building within her again.

"Mmmh, m' gonna cum again, please buck, dont stop."

He didn't, he continued, intent on coming together with her. He bit into her lip, causing her to yelp and yield the hold on his face and licked a trail down her chest and breast, then taking it into his mouth. Sucking and slurping in an insane rythm with the slapping. "Yes, yes! Fuck, Bucky." she called out, and Bucky pulled out of her.

Coming only a second after, his seed spilling over her abdomen. "I love you, I love you." He moaned with faltering breaths, bracing himself on his forearms on either side of her, kissing every part of skin that he could reach.

Holy shit? "I love you too." She smiled lazily, drunk off of her two consequent orgasms. Laying her hand on her stumache, she felt his sticky substance coat her fingers.

His eyebrows knit together in guilt. "Sorry 'bout that sweetheart, I'll get a towel-"

She grabbed his bicep and shook her head, locking her eyes onto his as she brought the fingers to her lips and licked them off, popping them in her mouth to suck them clean.

Bucky stared, unable to form words.

"Cat got your tongue, cowboy?" She asked, a coy smile on her glistenting lips.

"Fuck," he awed breathlessly. "I just love you." He whispered, lowering himself onto her once again, this time striking his tongue into her core.

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[writtenbymoonflower]

Hello, Author-san! I hope you're doing well. I'm not sure if my last request was sent, but that's okay! I have another idea, though 👀 It's a poly!Marauders scenario where the Slytherin!Reader isn't accustomed to physical contact or doesn't show emotions much, leading the boys to believe they're overwhelming them since the boys enjoy being affectionate. So they begin to avoid the reader (sadge), and now the reader will be the one to initiate affection. I'd like it to be a bit angsty with a fluffy ending, please. Thank you!!!

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Hi baby! Thank you so much! I'm not sure if this is as angsty as you were wanting but I hope it's okay!

cw: slight angst

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Goosebumps rose over your skin, triggered by the gentle hand on your thigh. You looked to your side at James, who was still stuck in discussion with the other two boys. You were stony-faced as you listened to the conversation, keeping all of your body to yourself, as per usual. Sirius glanced at you, face lighting with affection. He extended a hand across the table, wiggling his fingers invitingly. 

“Wanna hold my hand, babydoll?” Smile peeking into his tone. You just shook your head, looking down into your lap. Sirius tried to keep the disappointment form his face, but the two boys noticed it. James pulled his hand from your thigh. You noticed that he didn’t squeeze your thigh before letting go like he normally did and your heart clenched, but you didn’t say anything, just going back to your schoolwork. You were checked into the conversation, even though you didn’t participate.

“Have you finished your potions essay yet, Pads?” Remus questioned gently. 

“No, I haven't even started.” He sighed, slumping back into his chair. You glanced up at Remus, looking at him longingly, wishing you could easily express how you feel about him.

 Over the time the four of you had been dating, the boys’ affection towards you had dwindled, and you only had yourself to blame. Whenever they tried to express their affection or casually loved on you, you visibly tensed. Not necessarily out of discomfort, but rather because you liked it too much for your own comfort. Nevertheless, their affections were now few and far between. It only made it worse that all the boys were so comfortable in their love. You sighed and dropped your pen, playing with your green tie in an attempt to subdue your hankering for contact. It didn’t work. This apparently caught Remus’ attention.

“You doing okay, Y/N? Stuck on something?” The use of your name caused you physical pain. At the beginning of the relationship you didn’t hear your given name at all, the boys opting to use a variety of sickly-sweet pet names. Another thing that you had to grieve. You looked up at Remus and Sirius, eyes round and glossy and heartbreaking. 

“No, I’m okay.” You muttered. Sirius searched your face, clearly itching to reach out and touch you but resisting. You wrapped your arms around your torso, hugging yourself. 

“Are you sure?” James asked from beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder before quickly retreating. “Sorry…” He said, shamefully. 

“No, it’s okay Jamie” You looked up at him, pouting in a way that broke his heart. “I- I’m sorry.” You looked back down at your lap, bouncing your knee rapidly. 

“Sorry for what?” Remus quired, much more gently than you deserved. 

“I’ve… I’ve been really weird. About like, touch and stuff. And I can’t talk as well as you three do.” You cut yourself off before you spilled more of your misery. 

“You don’t have to be sorry, Y/N.” Sirius ducked his head, trying to see your face. 

“Not everyone is okay with that kind of stuff, it’s okay.” Remus said, clearly thinking they were being reassuring. 

“No but…” You pressed your lips together, trying to get the words out. “I- I don’t not want it.” Your face flamed. You hated this. You hated admitting you wanted anything. It felt weird and wrong. They all looked confused. “I do want it.” Your voice was barely above a breath. “I do, I just… don't like wanting it.” You wrapped your arms around yourself tighter, avoiding their gaze again. 

James cooed at you, going all soft inside. “Baby,” He pulled you into his side. “Is this okay?” You nodded rapidly, making Sirius’ heart swell at your clear wanting. He could understand that, not growing up with any expressions of love. Craving something so foreign. 

“It’s okay to want love, you know?” Remus asked, reaching a long arm across the table to grab your hand. You nodded again. 

“I really am sorry I’ve been so weird. It’s only because I want it, I just… don’t know how to handle it.” You chuckled sadly. James could cry from seeing you look so self-deprecating. 

“Well,” James leaned the side of his head into the top of yours, making you shiver. “Maybe we can help you? Seems like you’re just not used to it.” 

Sirius chuckled. “We can get you used to it, babydoll.” You looked up at him, smiling. 

“You can?” You mumbled. 

“I think we can, very easily actually. What do you think, lads?” He looked at the other two boys, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

Remus’ was similarly cheeky. “I think that can be arranged.” Something in his tone made the hairs on your neck stand up. He was being unusually coy. You shrunk at his hungry expression. 

“Careful, Moons.” James giggled. “I think they’re about to turn to ash.” He pet the side of your head. 

“I’m okay with that.” Remus smirked, leaning over the table to grab your face. You squeaked as he pressed a hungry kiss to your lips, pulling a desperate sound from your throat that made the other two boys chuckle. He pulled away, kissing your cheek again. Your whole face was on fire, but it wasn’t unpleasant. 

“I think you’re getting better already.” James kissed the top of your head.

[gamarancianne]

Azriel x reader - In Between part 2

Part 1

Summary: trying to regain your confidence after your broken heart, you met someone in the same position as you and developped one of the best friendships you had ever had. A genuine and sincere friendship. But this person may be closer by other ways to you than you thought.

Warnings: still angst, alcohol in a not healthy way, heartbreak again, hypocrite Elain (kinda slander ig), Lucien being the best.

Note: well maybe a part 3 ig 😅, I was really inspired tbh. Thank you all for having loved the part 1 and shared it with me ! Ily 💗💗 and don't hesitate to ask me something or chat with me in my inbox or dm, or in the comments !

You had been a crying mess for two weeks now, sometimes you went out in a bar to drink so much you would forget even your name. That was the point, forget the constant sting in your heart and you head. Forget him, his beautiful Hazel eyes and inked tattoos on his broad and golden chest. And here we go again: the tears flooded themselves on your face. It was a day to drink today, or tonight, you didn't really have a time notion for the past two weeks: waking up at dawn or dusk, eating, crying and sleeping. You had to forget about all those beautiful things about him, you had to empty your brain and heart. You didn't want to feel something again.

As you were walking to the nearest bar, you thought about those letters elain had sent you, saying you were her dearest friend and asking if your confession went well. You knew she knew that it was you in her apartment that cursed day, but she still pretended and even was saying the complete opposite of what she had said to azriel, falsely comforting you. Was she ever was your friend at this point ? Or has she always criticised and stabbed you behind you back ? Anyway you had decided that it was way better for you to ignore her and keep living your life, if you could still call what you were living a life, without her.

You didn't even noticed when you had arrived in front the door of the bar, but you did and entered, going directly to your now favorite spit in front of the barman : the alcohol was there easier to get. You didn't see then, the redhead man who was at the exact place you had been the few days prior. How dare he steal your chair like that ? Approaching slowly you stilled and you understood that this man was surely in the same situation as you, a heartbreak, seeing his bent frame and the many empty glasses in front of him. They could only have been his because no one was seated near him, and everyone was judging him. They were all avoiding the poor man whose name you didn't know.

"I was almost mad at you for stealing my favourite seat" you stated, seating next to him as his head shot to your side wondering if you were really talking to him.

"Yes I'm talking to you"

"Ah, I'm sorry for your seat do you want it back ?" He asked, genuinely embarrassed, his cheeks flushed.

"No I'm fine here, I can speak with you ...?" You asked ?

"Lucien".

"I'm yn, and as I was saying, I can speak with you here Lucien" he nodded.

"Nice to meet you yn, but you don't wanna talk to me, don't you see all the glares everyone sends me here ?" He drank in a one shot what seemed to be whisky and stared again at his now empty glass.

"Oh gods you men !" He looked at you confused "I know what I'm doing fuck ! I'm a grown up woman and I can make my own choices ! You re the second on in two weeks who tells me what I want or not." You snapped.

"Oh I'm sorry, then stay if you want." He apologized quickly.

You asked shots to the barman and stayed silent a bit nefore you both asked in one voice "what are you here for ?". You two chuckled a bit before you said "you first".

"Well I've kinda learnt that my mate, who knows that she is my mate is dating someone else. And I feel like I'm not allowed to have just once an ounce of happiness." You were hurt for him as you heard his story that he told you with a careless demeanor. He must really be at his lowest.

"Ouch that hurts, I'm sorry man. She's a fool if you want my opinion." He smiled sadly at your answer and pointed you from his chin asking you silently your story.

"Well im heartbroken as well, my best friend encouraged me confessing to the man I love, but he rejected me, and not in a nice way. But as lucky as I am, I learnt that he is dating my best friend who is a back stabber." I emptied my glass in one drink.

"Ouch that hurts too, I'm sorry." He said echoing my words.

We spent the night drinking, and drowning ourselves in alcohol but in a more joyful way than usually.

I then went more and more at the bar to see him, but we drank less and less, leaving place to real conversations between us. It became quickly a routine, and Lucien became one of my best friends, well my only friend of the time actually. And I was one of his only friend as well. Two broken hearts healing parts of eachothzr then didn't even break. Lucien had explained to me his family problem, and how his former male best friend was a toxic man in relationships, how he had been poorly treated in his biological family, and how his actual best friend was his mate's sister so he didn't know how to approach her anymore. He came a lot in my appartment to spend time with me, he even slept in sometimes, because he couldn't face his current family. He practically had his room in your home, some of his stuff never really left.

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After 2 knocks on your door you unwillingly got off your couch and opened it letting a wild and out of breath Lucien appear in front of it.

"Lu ? Are you okay ?" That was his new nickname, he loved it, because he felt like he was loved for once in his life.

"Yes.. no ? I need you to come with me like right now ! "

"Oh okay let me get me keys and I'm coming" you trusted Lucien too much to ever doubt about him, if he needed you then you were there for him.

You left your apartment and went to the direction he indicated. After a while you panicked a little, seeing that you were going to the high lord's house.

"Lucien you know I love you but where are we going?"

"To a family dinner, I can't go alone. See, my mate's relationship got complicated and she always complains to me when I'm alone, which is all the time. So I feel like I'm just a plan b and I'm really uncomfortable when she does it. Don't worry I've told them that someone was going with me."

"I understand Lu, but at the high lord's ?" You asked sceptical.

"Well yes, because my best friend I told you about is Feyre."

"What ?" Lucien, had never told the names of his family members, and you neither, so discovering that his friend was you high lady so that you were going to see Azriel made you weak to the bones.

"Lucien ? Your mate is Elain ??"

"What, yes ? How do you know ??" He exclaimed as he stopped on his tracks.

"She is the fake friend I told you about !" You answered on the same tone.

"So it means that.."

"I am in love with Azriel... yes."

"Oh gods" you both sighed.

"Hum yn ?" He asked unsure of what to say.

"Mmh"

"Have I told you that Cassian and him were the ones to get us to the house?"

"No, no, no. Please no ! But what would we even need to be picked up ?"

"We can't winnow so it's either that or climb 10 000 stairs".

Both fearing the fast approaching dinner, the last part of the walk was silent and the air heavy with tension. You held your breath when you saw two winged big figures, Cassian and Azriel. The first one shot his head in your direction and smiled confused.

"Yn ?" Azriel stiffened as he heard your name. "What does owe us the pleasure to see you ?"

"I'm the one to go with Lu today but I didn't know it was with you...". Azriel froze completely still turning his back to you. He wasn't sure it was you but now it was certain and he couldn't face you after the mean things he had said to your face. He hadn't talked about it to anyone except Elain and he kinda regretted it now. Things had got complicated between them because after your love confession she had grown so much jealous! He couldn't bear it anymore, he was a free man, he hadn't wings for nothing! They would argue a lot more and he hated that because it triggered bad memories in him. Plus he felt a bit bad about you. You hadn't done anything to him to deserve to be treated that way, he was ashamed of his actions because he knew that, as insecure as you seemed to be, you might have been spiralling since. That wasn't him, that wasn't how he was supposed to be. When he got Elain, she changed him a lot, and he wasn't sure anymore that it was for the good. She crushed all of his efforts to keep the bad parts of him inside. He was meaner, colder, he wasn't himself. Rhys have scolded him a little about that and he had really reacted in a bad way. An evidence of what Rhys had advanced. Azriel was sure he had made you feel bad, and he didn't want it : you were a nice and smart female, a little clumsy but still beautiful and lovely. As he finally turned to you, all of his regret splashed on him when crossing your look and seeing you pained eyes. You quickly put your head down and he felt even more bad to have made lose enough confidence for you to fear to hold his gaze. Thinking about it, he didn't understand you insecurity of the beginning, before the altercation. How could you, a very beautiful female, ever doubt about yourself ?

Realisation hit him, that he would have to take you flying because it would be awkward if he took Lucien, his girlfriend's mate. He knew she was complaining to him, and he felt even sorry for the poor Lucien. But a question lingered in his mind: how did you two know eachother ? And why the fuck would Lucien bring you to a family dinner ? Were you dating ? Fear crossed his eyes for a second before regaining his composure. You couldn't be dating Lucien, it was impossible, you had just said two weeks ago that you loved him. Could you have moved that fast ? It frightened him, knowing that he had grown to like you when thinking of your shared moments at training, where you two had laughed, sometimes until crying joy tears, and regretting the mean rejection he had given you in return of something so intimate and innocent as your love and devotion for him. Damn him he had even insulted you ! He cursed himself more and more until he got out of his head when Cassian called him.

"Azriel wake up ! You take yn." He said when shooting in the sky Lucien in his arms.

You both stayed in an awkward bubble, without moving an inch, avoiding the gaze of one another, for 30 long seconds that felt like hours.

"I'm sorry" and "so how are you doing" came at the same time from him side you. You awkwardly chuckled but he stayed still so you stopped finally having the guts to look at him in the eye for more than a millisecond.

"I'm sorry." He repeated, louder this time. You froze. You didn't want that to happen. You didn't want him to face you abut what happened. It would made it real, and you still hadn't enough courage for that.

"What for ?" You asked, your voice breaking.

"You what for".

You hesitated a lot before responding. "No actually I don't. Was it for mean rejecting me without an ounce of regret or nicenessin your words ? Or maybe the fact that you destroyed my confidence? Oh no ! I know, it was for the time you mocked me in front of my friend, who is in fact your girlfriend, and a fake friend!"

"You weren't supposed to be there that time." He said, suddenly finding the floor really interesting.

"Maybe but I was, so it's the same result and the same mean words that came out of your mouth."

He knew you were right. You were completely allowed to be mad at him for the way he treated you. But it was still hard. Azriel had never been in proper relationships nor had he ever been confessed to. It wasn't a proper excuse but it still made it hard to accommodate to those things for a boy deprived of love for all his life. He didn't know how to react, so to him, the better solution was to stay silent. You sighed, disappointed and he came awkwardly closer to you to hold you and shoot in the sky, following Cassian and Lucien, long arrived and waiting for you worried (especially Lucien).

Elain was waiting for Azriel, or Lucien, no one knew, on the balcony of the House of Wind and almost fell when she saw you. You in Azriel's arms, accompanying Lucien. Azriel struggled to let you go, especially after your conversation, but the second you were out of his hold, Elain held you in a crushing hug. You rapidly got out as well, feeling uncomfortable after her hypocrisy. You gave her a sad smile and Lucien introduced you to Feyre and Rhysand who had already told you to call them by their name, and to Mor and Amren. They all welcomed you warmly except Elain and Azriel of course who both looked like ashamed puppies with their tails between their legs.

After dinner, everyone went out in the garden for a tea and you found yourself on a couch behind Lucien sat on the floor. Automatically, because it was something you were now used to do, your hands found his head and started playing with his hair. Everyone had their eyes on you, confused on your proximity but you didn't notice and kept going on braiding his hair.

"I'll do yours later I promise" Lucien said, looking at you from above.

"I hope so !". Leaving everyone even more confused now.

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When you were ready to left with Lucien, Elain caught you and asked you to have a word with her.

Lucien gave you a worried look and you nodded making him understand you were okay for now.

She led you to a private room and paced in it awkwardly. She opened her mouth twice and closed it almost instantly like she wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

"So, you ans Azriel ? Huh"

"You have actually no right to be mad at me." She cut you off.

"Excuse me ? But I have every right to be mad at you right now ! You have treated me poorly faking to be my friend and laughing at me when you should have been comforting me !" You snapped, angry.

"Well, it's not like someone could ever treat you well."

"What, what do you mean ?"

"Look at you yn, nobody would ever really be with you. You're not ugly but you're not beautifu, you're not dumb but you're not smart, you're just.. Well you. And that's clearly not enough." She looked at you disgustingly.

"But Lucien is treating me well.." You said tears welling in your eyes.

"Don't be blind, yn, he's a man, and like Azriel he will ran to me when he'll see that you're no longer interesting. You were nice and all, you listened to me but I guess I just got bored of you, anyone would." And with that she left the room, leaving 8 pairs of eyes on you as she opened the door. They instantly approached you, Feyre apologising a thousand time for the mean behaviour of her sister and Azriel staying in the back, his eyes full of worry and apology. He was trying to make you feel like everything she had said was false, that you were so much more than that, worthy of the stars,of two shining stars. Because yes they had heard everything. Lucien made his way to the crowd of his family surrounding you and hesitated before he hugged you out of nowhere. Azriel clenched his jaw and his hands turned into fists. When Lucien released you of his grasp, your expression hadn't changed, its like you were empty, just one single tears had escaped your eye. Cassian and Azriel flew you to the ground of Velaris and the last one had kept his hand on yours to make you look at him.

"I'm sorry, for what she said. It's not one bit true."

"Don't worry, she's surely right..." You had answered your gaze falling on his hand. You had never noticed the scars an them, they were so beautiful, so textured, so unique. You eyes widened at the sight and Azriel quickly hid them behind back before keeping going.

"No she wasn't, please don't doubt yourself because of what came out of her mouth because of jealousy. Because that's what she was and still is, jealous."

"Thank you Az really." You sadly smiled at him before joining Lucien who was waiting for you.

He didn't know why, but something clicked in him seeing you walk away under the arm of Lucien and hearing again his nickname from your mouth. He thought it rolled well on your tongue and really wanted to hear it again, as soon as possible. And it tensed him a lot to know that this man who touched you, was probably sleeping at yours tonight, maybe in your bed to comfort you after this emotionally hard day. It puzzled him a lot and didn't even know why, until his shadows came to his ears and murmured repeatedly "want to be him".

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@kalulakunundrum

[roguehongsami]

Cult Leader.

—★ pairing/s: professor!hongjoong x fem!student

—★ genre/s: slow burn, fluff, smut, au

—★ synopsis: the struggle between freedom & autonomy, and routine in a relationship leaves you at crossroads. hongjoong waits at the end of one road w. his heart on his sleeve, hoping you eventually make the turn.

—★ content: teacher-student (late & early 20s, consensual), toys, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (condomize), mirror sex, creampie, cockwarming, breast play, overstimulation, spanking, degradation, praise.

—★ word count: 7.8k

—★ author's note: read cs to avoid confusion. story is focused on aaliyah from cs. her name is now Y/N, and Y/N from cs is now solana. have fun w. both perspectives. also, thank you for interacting w. my last story. it got 10x the traffic i was expecting. your support doesn't go unnoticed. xoxo.

* DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FICTIONAL. IT IS NOT A REPRESENTATION OF KIM HONGJOONG'S CHARACTER, PERSONALITY OR BEHAVIOUR. THIS IS SOLELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. *

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ lana del rey // cult leader

Solana had not been answering Y/N's calls. All of her attempts would go to voicemail after a few rings. The show was about to start and Solana was nowhere in sight. Not knowing what to do next, she started making her way through the crowd. Her best option was to go home at that point. The show was Solana's idea yet she was late for it. Frustrating doesn't even begin to cover it. She felt a hand grab her wrist. Startled, she whipped her head around and came face-to-face with the culprit.

Her eyes wide, she said, "Professor Kim?"

"What are you doing here?" he wore a beautiful smile.

"I came here for the show." Y/N said, matter-of-factly. "And maybe to get drunk." she admitted shamefully.

Hongjoong released her hand and pocketed his hands in his jeans. He smirked. "Aren't you supposed to be prepping for Yunho's test tomorrow?"

"Yes and no." she shrugged nonchalantly. "I already understand time signatures. And the test isn't until three o'clock."

"Did you come alone?"

"Well, I was supposed to be here with Solana but she's not answering my calls. I think she got held up at her drum lessons." she sighed, unable to hide her disappointment.

Hongjoong pondered on his thoughts before he let out, "Instead of ditching the show, why not keep each other company?"

Y/N chewed on her lower lip, uncertain if that would be a wise move. As much as she would've loved to spend time with Hongjoong, the last thing she wanted was to incur the wrath of the school committee. She only had one semester left but let's be honest, it was never in her nature to play by the book. Challenging authority and taking risks had always been her hallmark.

She accepted Hongjoong's offer, weaving their way through the crowd that was growing by the minute. He led them to a pub table with two chairs. A waitress took their drink orders and came back with a mai-tai for Y/N, and a beer for Hongjoong.

"I never pegged you for a Molchat Doma fan." Hongjoong took a swig of his beer.

She took a sip of drink. "Somebody said something similar when I went to a Selofan show in April." she chuckled lightly. "I don't look the part."

"To be fair, you wear a lot of yellow." he pulled his face jokingly. "Doesn't really scream 'goth', now does it?"

She fake gasped with her hand over her chest. "I just don't wanna box myself. Is that a crime?"

"No, it is not. And frankly, I admire your refusal to be bound by rules."

"So what's the story behind the split dye?"

He ran his fingers through his hair and gave the most charming smile. She could feel her heart skip a beat. If there was anybody who could capture Y/N's undivided attention, it was Hongjoong. Although it never seemed so, Y/N thought a lot about her professor. Hongjoong had the entire student body wrapped around his finger; girls wanted him and boys wanted to be him. The man's charisma was incomprehensible and his word was rule. He knew how far his influence could stretch but Y/N, she never gave him that satisfaction.

For every swoon, she snickered. Every compliment was met with a scoff.

Hongjoong reminded Y/N of everything she was. Even with the very little interaction they shared, he could read her like a book. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself, his lack of consideration for rules... He was her. Her nonchalance was merely a method of deflection. She was smitten. Hongjoong was well aware and he enjoyed indirectly pushing her buttons. This game of cat-and-mouse was just a subtle way to communicate with one another.

"I wanted to try something new. Something that could get everyone's attention." he smirked.

"Was the red not enough?" she rolled her eyes.

"The red never got your attention." he coaxed her.

Not expecting that response, Y/N's drink went down the wrong pipe and she choked. She regained her composure and mumbled, "Well played, Joong."

Hongjoong boasted. He had finally managed to crack her armour. His efforts were getting recognised but if Y/N was truly anything like him, she was going to make him sweat. And he was in it for the long run. It was the first chase he was fully going to commit himself to. He wanted her, and he was willing to work for her. "Desperation" was not the word, no. With a legion of girls who were dying to be bedded by the Kim Hongjoong, it was the girl with a stone in the place of her heart whom he desired. He was motivated.

As the night progressed, the pair exchanged more words than they ever had in during the year. Bartender was placing drinks on their table every hour. The background music fell away, both forgetting that they came for the very thing they were ignoring. The number of people began dwindling as soon as Molchat Doma finished their set. A few local bands came on but nobody was really attentive. It was 23:30 and the club was closing. Hongjoong paid for their drinks. They made their way outside, still chatting about. He drove her back home and watched as she entered her apartment complex, before taking himself back home.

"Y/N, can I borrow you for a sec?" Professor Jeong Yunho called out to Y/N as she was stepping out the door.

She backtracked and went to Yunho's desk. "Yes?"

"Do you have any idea why Solana's isn't attending my class?" his eyebrows creased.

"She won't tell me either. And I won't force her to." Y/N sucked her teeth and crossed her arms over her chest. "If you want an answer, just get her in a very public space. She hates getting cornered."

Yunho laid back in his chair and put his arms on the armrest. "Like after class?"

"No. 'Cause then she'll make up an excuse about needing to get to another class. The mixer next week, she'll be there."

"Thank you, Y/N. I'm starting a new chapter and she's going to fall behind." Yunho grabbed a paper on his desk and handed it to Y/N. "Monday's test results. Get it to her, please?"

As she walked down the hallway about to journey back to her complex, Lecture Hall 1117 — Guitar. Her hand hovered over the handle, unsure of her own actions. She pulled it down and slowly opened the door. As her eyes scanned the empty hall, different types of guitars stacked at the very back, Hongjoong's eyes landed on her frame with his eyebrows arched. An unexpected surprise. He had not spoken to Y/N since the show, and they had barely exchanged any words in class either.

Slowly entering the classroom, holding Hongjoong's gaze, she locked the door behind her. He turned around in his chair and set his pen on the table, seizing with grading papers. She stood awkwardly at the door, toying with her fingers like a little child. As terrified as she was, she was ready to start making an effort with Hongjoong.

That'll be freedom and a half.

"Thought you'd be gone by now." she spelled, her voice meek.

"Wanted to get some work done first." a shit-eating grin materialised across his face.

He sensed how uneasy she was, as if she had just admitted defeat. As much as he would have loved to revel in the situation, he was not about rub it in her face and ruin whatever chances he had with her.

He opened his arms and motioned for her to come to him. "Come here."

She remained planted in her place at the door.

"No funny business, I promise. Just come here." She moved into his embrace. He positioned her on his lap and begun rubbing circles on her back. Her head laid in the crook of his shoulder. She couldn't help but purr under his touch.

"Are we finally making progress?" he asked as he picked up his pen and continued grading papers.

"A little bit." her head still buried in his shoulder.

"A little bit." he parrotted. "You wouldn't even look at me in the first semester, so I'll take what I can get." he chuckled lightly, which prompted Y/N to reciprocate the gesture.

On the outskirts of the city, Hongjoong had his car parked on the side of a road near a field. The skies were gloomy, clouds a deep grey and a light breeze that made the grass sway. Y/N sat between Hongjoong's legs, with him leaning against the door, as they watched outside. He had his arms wrapped over her shoulders, chin rested on the top of her head.

"You really love the seventies, don't you?" she spoke softly.

"The clothes, the cars, the music. There's a flair to that decade that's just... special."

"'The freedom land of the seventies'." she slipped out of his hold and sat up, turning around to face him. "I'd always hear stories from my grandma from then."

His eyebrows creased in the middle. "Like what?"

"She was a free-loving hippie then, flowers in the hair and everything. Before she left the States, she got to see Jimi and Janis at Woodstock."

"You're lying, right?" he gave her a suspecting look.

"On the day Janis performed, she met a man named Graham. They were glued at the hip the whole weekend. Eventually they started dating."

"That doesn't sound so bad." Hongjoong chuckled.

Y/N gave him a blank stare, biting on the inside of her cheek. "Graham... was a cult leader. When they dated, grandma joined his cult. She never left his side. He could convince her to do anything."

Hongjoong sat upright and watched Y/N intensely, waiting for her to say she was lying.

"But Graham died in seventy-eight."

"What happened to the cult after he died?"

"It just dissipated, grandma was devastated. She loved him, no man has ever measured up to Graham in her eyes. Everyone thinks she's just a senile old woman with raging dementia but I don't." she leaned back on the seat, laying her head on the headrest. "She said it was the best time of her life. Always encouraging me to find my own freedom. She wants me to live." she turned her head to face Hongjoong. "'Lay down, my child'. Something Graham used to say to her."

"How does your grandpa feel about her loving Graham that much?"

"Probably tooting his own horn." A mischievous smile spread across her face, unable to mask her amusement. "Graham is my granddad."

Hongjoong was too dumbfounded to gather the words to speak. He stared at her blankly and all she could do was keep smiling. They sat in silence for a few moments, holding each other's gaze. Hongjoong fixed his posture and planted his feet on the floor. He cupped her face. She held his wrists, looking at him through her lashes. She gulped to ease the anxiety creeping in. The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, all that could be heard was their breathing.

"Everyone either wants to be you or be with you. Your personal 'yes-men'. They're so desperate for your approval, for you. It's very..." she broke the silence, their lips grazing.

"Cult-like?" he let go of her face and held her hands. A smirk breaking out. "Do I make you feel free?"

She nodded in agreement. "I think our little back and forth is freeing. You don't rush me." her voice was faint. She dropped her head, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"It took an entire semester to get you to talk to me, acknowledge me. I can wait a while longer."

"I just need you to hold my hand until I'm ready. I don't think you'd ever stifle my freewill but I need to be sure."

He pressed his lips to hers. She happily obliged. He snaked his arms around her waist, hoisting her up to his lap. Her hand was pressed against the window, the other slinked over his shoulder. Their breathing picked up, body temperature slowly rising. He slid his hands under her shirt, sending shivers down her spine. His lips moved down to her neck, nipping at the skin.

A downpour struck down on Hongjoong's car, jolting them out of their little bubble. As he kept tracing kisses and bites on her neck and shoulders, she was distracted by the droplets on the window. Her fingers following the drops sliding down. She broke away from Hongjoong. His eyebrows creased, confused. She opened the door and stepped out. The rain smacking against her skin.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Hongjoong asked as he slid to the door.

He grabbed her wrist and she looked down on him while he sat in the car. "I don't know."

She ran off into the field until she reached the very center. Her head cocked up to the sky, eyes closed. Rain washed down her face. Her shirt became translucent, sticking to her skin. Her entire body was drenched. She spread her arms out.

"I did everything I wanted. I lived. I loved. And now it's your turn."

"But I don't know how..."

"Yes, you do. You're just scared, that's it." she handed her a bowl of snacks. "As for love, you'll know when you've found the one. He'll be there no matter what."

Spin. Spin. Spin.

She recalled a conversation she had with her grandmother. Her words rang true. There was fluttering in her stomach. But sometimes those butterflies could be warning signs. Unsure which it was. Harbingers of a beautiful something or an awful auspice.

Hongjoong snuck up on her as she was so engrossed with what was in her head. He grabbed her waist and held her hand in his. He spun her around once more, with one knee bent, he dipped her. They held their position a few seconds before he reeled her back in and held her. She rested her hands around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Soon you'll realise that you can have me without sacrifice. And I'll be right here when you do."

Most students had already taken their place in the hall. Some were in the back getting their guitars of the rack. Y/N was tuning her guitar, readying herself for the day's lesson. She was feeling a bit under the weather that day; her face was flushed and nose congested, an occasional sneeze into her sweater sleeve. Her little liberty expedition into the rain had left her with a parting gift; a cold.

Once all the students were seated, Hongjoong began his lesson. He paced up and down in front of the students, asking questions about various scales. The class was engaged in the lesson but Y/N, not so much. Her cold medication had put her in her a state of delirium. She could barely keep her eyes open.

"I put you into groups of three last time and assigned you solos to analyse. Get to it." Hongjoong spoke authoritatively as he sat in his chair, feet propped up on his desk.

Y/N rummaged in her tote bag, the little device hiding from her, then pulled forth a small device the size of her hand. She plugged the amPlug into her guitar. The headphones that hung around her neck were pulled over her head and covered her ears. She plugged the wired headphones into the amPlug.

Kathy brought her hand up over her head, waving, which got Hongjoong's attention. Diverting his attention from his phone screen to an eager Kathy, he sighed.

"Kathy?" his tone low and uninterested.

She twirled her hair in her fingers, giggling with her friends upfront the class. "So... mister Kim, do you like... have a girlfriend?"

Kathy had never shied away from making passes at Hongjoong. She had always been shamelessly vocal about her desire to get with him. Half the student body knew and even the faculty caught wind. It played off more as a joke to everyone, but not Kathy. Not Kathy.

Hongjoong never held any animosity towards anyone. He got along with everyone, always as respectful as he could be. Thing is, he also had one hell of a reputation for flirtatious behaviour. Albeit with no intention to follow through with something more, he'd either wink at students or mindfully caress the female staff just to get a reaction out of them. He loved the influence he had over everyone. It was all a game to him.

Half the class was taken aback by the question, feeling as if it was a bit intrusive. The other half were more engrossed by the assessment that was due. Y/N held her head up, curious to what his answer might be. Hongjoong smirked, standing up from his chair. He strolled to Kathy and stood in front of her, arm slinked over the music stand.

"Why Kathy, do you want a date?" Hongjoong smiled with a wave of confidence washing over him.

Kathy playfully rolled her eyes and giggled some more. "I mean-"

Hongjoong briefly glanced at Y/N. "I flirt a lot but I don't do students. And I'm not on the market." he said arrogantly, shooting her a wink.

Embarrassment washed over Kathy as she sunk into her seat. Hongjoong pat her on the shoulder, then pocketed his hands into his slacks. He took a few laps around the hall, as his students spoke amongst themselves. Y/N put her headphones over her ears and began strumming. She felt a sense of relief hearing Hongjoong's response, but couldn't help think a part of what he said may have been a silent jab at her. Setting aside her thoughts, she focused on her playing.

Solana tapped Y/N on her shoulder, bringing her out her bubble of notes and chords, and pushed the headphones behind her ears.

"I need a pick, I think I lost mine."

Y/N took out a small metal container from her tote bag. "What kind do you use?"

Solana pondered as her index finger was pressed on her chin. "Standard three-five-one, point-eight gauge."

She opened up the metal container. Her finger swiping through the various collection of picks. Bringing forth a lime green pick, she inspected it then held it out to Solana. She took it between her fingers, pouting, she looked up at Y/N.

"Don't you have it in celluloid?"

"You know I only use nylon."

Solana shrugged. "Thanks anyway." her fingers flipped through the music sheet on the stand in front of her. "Can't believe Professor Kim gave us Free Bird. I don't get the physics behind sliding. I like the glissando though."

Y/N passed a breathy chuckle, amused by Solana's complaint. "I did it with a bottle neck once, I'll show when we get home."

Solana puts on her headphones, strumming away on her guitar. Y/N pages through the music sheet, making notes on the sheet with her pencil and jotting down in her notebook. Engrossed with her work, she didn't realise Hongjoong was nearing her as he took laps around the hall. A tingling sensation played around in her nasal cavities, eliciting a sneeze that was directed into her sleeve. She took out a handkerchief a swiped it across her nose.

Hongjoong shook his head in discontent, tsking as he halted right beside her. "Told you not to fool around in the rain." he whispered.

She glanced up at Hongjoong with a death stare, a shiver meandering in his nerves.

He sunk to her eye level, eyes studying the notes on the sheet. "I'll drop off some food and medicine later tonight." he whispered as his fingers paged through the sheet. His finger landed on a highlighted line. "That's dee-over-eff sharp."

"Thanks." she muttered, fingers adjusting the distortion level on her amPlug.

It was the night of the Waldorf Music Academy mixer. From nerves of steel to absolute anxietude, Y/N was trying to regain her composure. She had spent months preparing for this night. Hair and makeup to shoes and dress. Counting in her head to calm herself, fingers tapping incessantly on her thigh.

"I'll see you later, okay?" Solana rubbed Y/N on the back and gave her a small smile.

Y/N nodded as she watched Solana walk down the steps into the hall, her red gown in hand to keep from tripping. She stood at the entrance, inspecting the venue. She wore a blush pink tulle dress that halted above her knees, a bejeweled belt hugging her waist. Her beige stilettos with gemstone straps decorated her feet. A white and yellow diamond négligée hung befittingly around her neck, sure to draw attention to her chest. The necklace was paired with yellow diamond studs and bracelet. Her getup was completed with a beige clutch. She was magnificent. breathtaking really.

Hongjoong sat in his car that was parked across the street, watching her stand frozen at the door. He wore a midnight blue regular fit suit with a notch lapel, the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone. A white pocket square adorned his chest, and dark brown oxfords to complete the look. His split dye hair was slicked back, a black strand dancing on his forehead and his undercut fresh as it could be.

He exited his car and made his way across the street, into the building. His heart was thumping faster the closer he approached. Of all the beauty he had come across in his lifetime, nothing and no one ever measured up to Y/N. He stood beside her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"You are beyond... mesmerizing." he smiled. "You're very beautiful, Y/N."

She returned the gesture. "Thank you, Hong." she playfully nudged at his shoulder. "You clean up really well. I see why Kathy's always making passes."

They both chuckled lightheartedly, easing the atmosphere. Most of the anxiety that held her mind hostage had slowly begun to fall away with every second Hongjoong stood beside her.

"Too bad for her, she's not you."

He held her gaze. She looked away, heat rushing to her cheeks. Time felt as if it had slowed down.

"Just breathe, okay? You'll blow them away, that I'm certain of." he gave her a wink before descending down the staircase. "Come find me if you need a pep talk."

[ . . . ]

It had been about two hours since the mixer started. Chatting up a myriad of industry officials. She wrapped up her conversation with Joe Satriani after discussing his thought process while composing, and his experience mentoring Kirk Hammett and Steve Vai. He gave her some much needed pointers, also offering his number so he could tutor her in the future. She humbly accepted the offer, as she walked away.

She spotted Hongjoong sitting at the bar, alone. He was downing a glass of whiskey, uninterested in the event. Chaperoning was his least favourite part of the job. He called on the bartender, shaking the glass a few inches above the counter, signalling for a refill. Y/N sat on the stool beside him and ordered a long island iced tea. The bartender positioned the beverage in front of her and disappeared to tend to other guests.

"Enjoying the evening?" Hongjoong downed his whiskey in one go. "Saw you chatting up Satriani."

Y/N twirled the straw in her drink. "He said he'd tutor me after I graduate."

He looked down at his glass and smiled halfheartedly. "Guess you're outgrowing me. I've taught you all that I could."

There was an uncomfortable silence for a minute or so.

"All this talk of graduation..." she released a shaky breath. "I realised how much I love having you around, even though it doesn't seem so. I'm ready to take the next step, if you feel like you've waited long enough."

He glanced up and saw her looking down at her drink. He knew it took a great deal of courage for her to bear her heart out. The step he'd been waiting for. She finally opened up her heart to him. All he could think of were the ways he wanted to show her new experiences and above it all, how love could be liberating and safe. He was determined to create an environment where their mutual admiration for each other could be cultivated.

Hongjoong looked back down at his drink. "You have no idea how badly I've been wanting to hear that. Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

He reached into his pant pocket. Presenting to her, he discreetly put a pink rubber device in her hand. She looked at her hand, her eyebrows creasing with confusion. In no less than a second, it dawned on her as her eyes were bewildered and her mouth grew into an 'O'. She swiftly dumped the device into her clutch, eye laser-focused on Hongjoong.

He looked her straight on, expressionless. "What are you still doing here?" his voice hushed.

[ . . . ]

She jerked up in her seat, the people around her the table casting confused glances. A simple "Shiver down the spine" was enough for them to brush her off, giving her reassuring nods. Her legs were shaking and she could barely hold the fork in her hand. When the tables were cleared, she took it as an opportunity to bury her face in her arms. Her heart was beating irregularly. Her breathing was all over the place.

Solana came back to their table and sat beside Y/N. She heard her sniffling and grew concerned. Her hand rubbed her back as she leaned in.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Solana asked innocently.

"It's nothing. Don't worry." she said with a tremble laced in her tone.

"Are you sure? You're literally shaking."

Why wouldn't she shake? Any time she felt as though it was all over, Hongjoong would crank up the setting of the remote-controlled vibrator. She was pooling at her core and her clitoris was throbbing to the point of detonation. One wrong move, she would probably collapse. She avoided being on her feet for the time being, worried her legs may give out. All she wanted was for the evening to end.

And it was far from.

Hongjoong was seated two tables away, smirking cunningly to himself. Everytime she lurched in her seat, he stifled a laugh. Having his way with her was what he considered his "single greatest achievement". He had her in his grasp and he wasn't loosening his grip for as long as he lived.

Y/N sat up, wiping the tears off her face. She put her finger on Solana's mouth, confusing her, Solana looking down at her finger.

"I'm f-fine, just... shush. I need quiet." Y/N hissed. Her eye caught the ebon stone on her finger. She squinted as she focused on it. "Er- where'd you get the rock?"

Solana pursed her lips, eyes wandering. "I, uh... a gift."

Her clutch was buzzing on the table, catching her attention. She took out her phone, her eyes greeted by a text message notification.

Hongjoong: i'm turning it off. gather yourself and meet me in room 1205 in 30 min.

Hongjoong: and DON'T take it out unless i say so.

She slipped her phone back into her clutch. As she was about let out a sigh of relief, the device went off one last time, prompting her jerk up again. Hongjoong listened to her quietly whimper as he walked past her table, not giving her a second look.

"I'll probe you later." she tilted her head to the side. "You don't mind going home alone, do you?"

Solana shook her head. "I'm meeting somebody in the hotel in..." she looked at the time on her phone. "Right now, actually. I'll see you tomorrow."

Solana stood up and swiped her purse off the table, flattening whatever creases she could find on her gown. She took out a tube of lip gloss, glistening her lips before making her exit. "Kiss kiss."

She was greeted with a 'floor 12' silver lettering when she stepped out of the elevator. Taking small strides to the room, she stood in front of the door. 1205. The grip on her clutch tightening. Deep breath in, shaky breath out. Hand balled into a fist, her knuckles met the door. Two knocks. The device still buried inside her buzzed to life, forcing an involuntarily half-loud whimper out of her. Her knees buckled and she held herself up using the door frame.

The door opened, her eyes landing on a grinning Hongjoong. He clutched her waist, pulling her into the room. She threw her arm over his shoulder, legs trembling with every step. Her clutch thrown on the coffee table. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands squeezing her hips and face buried in her stomach. She held herself up with his shoulders, staring at the top his head. He was inhaling every bit of her Issey Miyake perfume.

"Stand back a bit for me, will you?"

Y/N took a few steps back, making space between her and Hongjoong. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, a scowl evident on her face. He looked her up and down, a lustful yet dark gaze focused on her being. Their eyes competing with one another. Tension thick in the atmosphere.

Bzzzz.

She whimpered painfully, doubling over and supporting herself with her hands on her knees. "You said you'd stop."

"Long enough for you to be able to get here." he shrugged. "There's five settings on this thing and I've only taken it to four. How long is it gonna take for you to cave under five?"

"I came, like, twice in the hall. What more do you want?" she growled. She bent down to undo the straps of her heels and set them aside.

The vibrator went up to the fifth setting immediately after Hongjoong brought it back to life. "That's one hell of an attitude for someone who's under my mercy."

"I'm sorry." she cried.

It seemed the longer the buzzing went on, the more her legs would tremble. She stood by the coffee table, holding herself up. The tears mixed with sweat beads came down her face endlessly. Counting to a hundred and back in her head, trying to keep her mind off her situation. The feeling of her heart thumping violently against her chest was making her panic. Her entire body was shaking.

"Call it. I'll stop." Hongjoong deigned.

It had only been three minutes at this point. Two orgasms had washed over her. A third one was quickly materializing. An tight sensation taking up residence in her stomach. She managed stand upright. Pacing up and down in front of Hongjoong. Fisting two handfuls of her hair, she was breathing erratically, tears never seizing. As her third orgasm crept in, she bowed with her hands on her knees. Her cries more audible this time.

Down her leg came some of her nectar, underwear beyond drenched. Catching Hongjoong's attention, head cocked to the side and eyebrow arched. A smile mixed with satisfaction and bewilderment appeared. He leaned forward to get a closer look. Her knees buckled as she brought down her entire body weight. Hands pressed to the floor, her crying grew stronger.

Trying to string together a coherent sentence, unable to find her words. She managed, "Please..."

The device died. Hongjoong slipped the remote into his pocket. He went down on his knees, cupping her face and wiping away her tears. He planted his lips on hers, burying her head in his shoulder. As he took his hand into her underwear, he accidentally grazed her overly sensitive bud. Whimpering and jerking up. His fingers journeyed up inside her, retrieving the vibrator. Smeared with her juices, he brought it to his mouth and licked off the residue.

She casted him a disgusted look, eyeing him through her wet lashes and glossy eyes. Unsure if she was aroused or found it off-putting to watch her boyfriend slurp her discharge, her core released a bit more of her juices in response. Talk about cognitive dissonance. Hongjoong chuckled, as he put the toy into his pocket. He grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her. His tongue requesting entry into her mouth. She tasted herself on him.

He draped his arms around her waist, undoing her belt. His fingers unzipped her dress. He stood up, bringing her up along with. The dress pooled around her legs as she stepped out of. He sat down on the bed, straddling her around his waist. She began undoing his dress shirt, then traveled down his pants. Her fingers fumbling the zip. He smacked her ass, making her moan into their kiss.

"Five-seven with the confidence of six-foot tall man." she spoke against his lips, her hand caressing his throbbing cock. "I admire that. I think it's hot."

He flicked his finger over her throbbing bud, a yelp filling his ears. "Gutsy, when I quite literally have you in the palm of my hand."

He grabbed her waist and pushed her off, taking off his pants. He sat back down on the bed. Her eyes stuck on his member. Smooth with a vein running along the base, head pink and leaking with precum. Girthy and lengthy. Her mind was racing through all the possibilities of how he'd make her fall apart. She licked her lower lip.

"Come on, take a seat." he coaxed her, pulling her hand. His other hand pumping to get him harder. "I'm gonna stuff you so good, baby."

He spun her around, her back turned to him. His hands planted firmly on her waist, he slowly descended her on his cock. Both of their bodies erupting from the slight contact. As Hongjoong was taking deep breaths, Y/N whimpered at the feel of his stretch. Her walls clamped so tight, barely allowing him entrance. Hongjoong was careful to not force her down hastily.

Patience wears thin for everyone, it's ruled by circumstance. As appreciated as it was, she was peeved. He was taking his sweet time, enjoying her feel. She balanced herself using his thighs and forced herself all the way down, until he bottomed her out.

"Will you relax? I can feel your heart beating on my dick." Hongjoong groaned when she fit him in, his arms wrapped around her stomach.

She gave a light chuckle, through shallow breaths. "Sorry Hong, you were taking too long."

After a few breathers, she began bouncing on his cock. His hands playing with her breasts, fondling away at her nipples. Her moans filled the silence in the room. The constant squelching replaying in both their heads. His grunting had her spiraling. She wanted to hear more. Kegeling on his cock. His grip on her breasts growing tighter. He traced wet kisses on her back, inevitably sinking his teeth into her skin. Marks plastered all over her back.

The warmth and slick that encapsulated his cock, paired with forceful clamping, it was coming. It wasn't long until he was painting her walls. He stilled her on his cock while he spasmed inside her. Grunting her name, over and over, in her ear.

He took her face by the jaw and cocked it to the mirror in front of them. "Don't worry, baby. You'll get yours."

He spread her legs open, rubbing the inside of her thigh. Trailing kisses on her back and shoulder. Her jaw still in his hand, his other ventured to her core. As he played with her bud, she squirmed in his hold. Any time she tried looking away, he'd force her to look at the mirror.

As she closed her eyes, tears running, he said, "Open your eyes, and don't make me ask again." he whispered into her ear, shivers traveling down her spine.

Her chest heaving up and down as she watched herself in the mirror, falling apart in his hold. Her cunt squeezing his cock in intervals. The decibels of her moans escalating. Materialising her nth orgasm of the night. He felt her clamping down, reporting on her nearing release. She mumbled incoherent strings of nothing, Hongjoong's name caught in the mix. Her head slumping down, he forced her gaze into the mirror.

Hand still toying with her, he spoke softly into her ear as she wept, "I want you to have this image of yourself engraved so deeply into your subconscious, not even a lobotomy could make you forget."

Her moaning grew and her clenching got tighter.

Planting a kiss on her neck, he said, "Cum on daddy's cock, baby. I know you can."

She held Hongjoong's gaze in the mirror as she unraveled at his words. Shallow breaths were all she could manage. Her body quaking as she creamed on his cock. He stood up, his cock slipping out of her cunt. Arousal dripping on the floor and going down her leg.

On all fours on the bed, facing the mirror, he slotted himself between her legs. His hand pumping to get himself hard again. His tip running over her folds, gathering their combined juices. Spanking her ass just to behold the recoil. His tip was sliding in and out of her cunt, teasing her. She was anxious for what was to come.

Easing into her wet hole, he buried his cock deep inside. This position was sure to have him grazing her cervix and hitting her erogenous zone at a pristine angle. She moaned into the sheets. He leaned forward, taking her hands and pinning them down on her lower back with one hand. The other hand smacking her ass before squeezing her hip for balance.

His thrusts started off slow and steady. Every pounding had her ass jiggling. His balls grazing her clit. As he picked up speed, the sound of skin clapping, Y/N moaning Hongjoong's name and Hongjoong grunting profanities occupied the room's atmosphere. Sure enough to disturb the neighbours but who cares? The bed wanted in on the action as it was vocal too, bed frame squeaking with every powerful pound.

"My pretty little slut." he panted, breathlessly. "You love daddy's cock, my perfect little whore?"

She moaned. "Yes baby, I do."

He spanked her ass once more. "You're more beautiful as my fucktoy, princess. I'm gonna fill you up with all my seed."

He slowed down a bit and released her hands. His hand wrapped around her neck, careful not to bother her négligée. She brought him up to his chest, his other hand on her stomach. Pumping in and out of her. She clenched around, this new angle had his cock brushing her sweet spot. He knew he had her in the right position when her tears started welling.

His lips pressed to her ear and grip getting tight, he grunted, "I may have everyone wrapped around my finger but I need you to be obsessed. I want to be the center of your universe. I want you to get sick at the idea of a man who's not me."

"You don't have to ask twice." she moaned, her hands grappling at his hips.

The last few brushes past her sensitive zone played around with her eyes, she was seeing stars before her eyes. Her nails sinking into his skin. Incoherent mumbles leaving her lips. The visual of her tits bouncing as he pounded her into oblivion, aroused her. As his hips were bucking, short thrusting into her, he delivered his final load for the night. She soon came undone on his cock, her cunt squeezing every bit of him out.

Once the high started subsiding, still inside her, he laid her on her back. Her legs laced around his waist, he massaged the inside of her thighs. They looked at each other lovingly through smiles, though hers was dopey and his smug.

"Thank you for giving our relationship a real shot. I know it wasn't easy for you." he cooed. "I promise I won't waste your time. And I definitely won't cage you."

Her hand ran over her stomach, rubbing circles. "I trust you, Hong. I'm not sure of a lot of things in my life but not you. You stayed when most men would've left. You waited for me and held my hand while I prepared to take that leap."

He leaned in for a kiss, her hands caressing his back. He hovered over her, bucking her hips up. "And I would do it all over again."

Afternoon had come and at around 12:30, they found themselves standing at opposite sides in the elevator. The clicking from Hongjoong's phone filling the silence. Y/N was picking and prodding at the pimple forming on her cheek. As the elevator continued descending down the building, it stopped at another floor. The doors opened and an awkward silence fell.

Everyone's eyes dancing between one another, exchanging shocked glances. Yunho and Solana stepped into the elevator, Solana standing beside Y/N and Yunho beside Hongjoong.

A sardonic smile spread across Y/N's face. "So that's why you were bunking classes..."

Solana bowed her head shamefully, heat racing to her cheeks. "I didn't know how to tell you." she spoke with a hoarse voice.

Y/N and Hongjoong exchanged bemused glances. Hongjoong cleared his throat, smirking as he looked at Yunho. "Eventful night, I see..."

Yunho's ears turned red, face turned towards the floor. Hongjoong and Yunho spoke amongst themselves, as did Y/N and Solana. The rest of the ride down was fairly normal, the awkwardness no longer felt. As the elevator stopped at the ground floor, Y/N and Solana walked a few feet ahead of their professors.

As they stood on the other side of the street, about to head their separate ways, Hongjoong stepped away as a call came in. He spoke on the phone for a minute or so then returned.

"Yunho, you mind taking Y/N home for me? There's something I need to get to." Hongjoong spoke with urgency in his tone. He pecked Y/N on the cheek before leaving. "I'll call you tonight."

Yunho opened the door to the driver's side, halfway inside. "No problem. Girls, in the car."

On the ride back to the complex, Solana asked Yunho to get them takeaways. He went into a drive-thru and journeyed back to their home. The car was parked at the gate. As they were about to exit, Yunho stopped them.

"You cannot, under any circumstance, tell anyone about last night. All of us could get in trouble." he spoke authoritatively, face stern to emphasise the urgency of his words.

The girls nodded in unison. Y/N took the bag of food and exited the vehicle. Solana remaining behind to share a few more moments with Yunho. Ascending the stairs, her eyes land on a brown box at their doorstep. As she approached, Solana came trailing behind. Both wearing confused looks.

"Were we expecting a delivery?" Solana said.

Y/N shook her head, handing over the takeaways to Solana as she inched closer to the box. She scooped it up off the floor and inspected it. Box nestled under her arm as she searched for the keys, she unlocked the door. They stepped into their apartment, Solana setting down the food on the counter. Y/N grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer. As she opened the box filled with packing peanuts, there was a card inside with her name on it.

"Guess it's for you." Solana shrugged. "What's it say?"

"'Thought you might love this. I have a feeling that it's right up there on your list of interests. -Hongjoong'." she read the card out loud.

Solana screamed, her arms wrapped around Y/N's shoulders as she jumped up and down. "Oh-em-gee, open it! Open it!"

She set the card aside and lifted the package inside the box. As she removed the yellow packing paper and bubble wrap, she felt the air leave her lungs. She held up the vinyl record a few inches away, inspecting the black cover with red detailing. Her eyes focused on the two women on the cover, finger running over their name at the very top. In awe and all, she could find words to speak.

"No. Fucking. Way." Solana exasperated. "I couldn't even get you that for your birthday."

Y/N was brought out of her trance. "I never told him about Strawberry Switchblade."

They looked at each other, eyebrows creased down the middle. "Then how'd he know?"

She shrugged, eyes still inspecting the vinyl.

[ . . . ]

The rest of the day went on as normal. The girls spent their afternoon on the couch, watching 'Our Blues'. Food spread out on the coffee table. As the final episode concluded, Solana cleared the living room. Y/N went into her bedroom, moonlight illuminating the space. She pushed the covers aside and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her phone vibrated on the nightstand as it rang.

Hongjoong.

She answered.

"So you remember that call I had earlier?"

"Yeah? Who was it?"

"I got scouted by an executive, said a doe sent them my raw recordings. They want me to produce Rihanna's next album... in Amsterdam City, but I told them I'd think about it. Said I'd run it by you."

"Hong, that's great! What do you need my opinion for?" she sat up on the bed. "Plus, Rihanna's been on hiatus for almost a decade. If this album blows up, everyone's gonna come looking for your expertise."

"We just started dating, I don't think distance would be a great idea." he sighed. "Y/N, you're the only person who knows about those recordings."

There was silence for a few moments. "I just thought you're too good for WMA, so I sent your work to as many labels as I could." she frowned a bit as she laid back down. "As for distance, I called Satriani and his people said he'll take me on after graduation... in Ivory Canyon, it's fifteen minutes away from Amsterdam. If you leave now to get settled, I'll join you in a few months."

"And you'd be okay with it?"

"We've waited this long, what's four more months?"

"How'd you like the gift?"

"Beyond love it. I've been looking at it all day, can't believe it's in my hands." she smiled as the fluttering in her stomach got stronger. "But how'd you know?"

There was rustling on his end as he laid himself down in his bed. "I noticed that you always wear polka-dot ribbons in your hair that match your outfits, sometimes with mesh flowers. Never got that."

"They're pretty." she whined.

"They are. But when I saw you at the Molchat Doma show and you mentioned Selofan... it clicked." he chuckled. "I looked up eighties goth bands that wore polka-dots and lo and behold-"

"Strawberry Switchblade. No one I've met has ever got that reference, not even Solana." she said softly. "Thank you, Joong."

"You're welcome, princess. And thank you for sending out my work, I'm usually big on risks but this..." he smirked to himself.

"You deserve somebody who'll give you a push whenever you're not sure of yourself. You're good at what you do and the world needs to hear it."

He released a deep breath. "I've got tickets to a Sextile show next Saturday."

"It's a date."

[stinkysam]

Monkey D. Luffy - Cook.

Warning : nsfw, top!reader

Genre : smut

Synopsis : "Luffy x Dom Male Reader smut. Sanji don’t like the reader and Luffy get on Sanji case taking up for reader even tho reader can beat Sanji up then luffy and reader have smutty time!" - @kai-wifey

Reader : male (you/yours)

-cis women dni-

Luffy found you and Sanji's constant arguing funny until he heard how serious that was.

You used to work at the Baratie too, and like Sanji you liked to cook special dishes. Making them look better than they're supposed. Making fine looking plates. You liked Sanji because you understood each other.

Until the day Zeff got fed up of your special cooking. While he couldn't fire Sanji due to his ties with him, he could put him as a waiter for some time. But with you it was different. He could fire you, and he did.

Since that day, you held a grudge against Sanji, who should've been fired with you.

You knew it wasn't his fault, but you couldn't help it, it annoyed you, he should've stood up for you.

Luffy tried to get in between you two, to calm you down, not wanting you to actually hurt each other as you were about to.

"[Name], Sanji, calm down." He shrugged, a hand on yours and Sanji's chest. "You can start over."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as Sanji took a step back, looking away, both of you visibly annoyed.

"Then ask him why he didn't stand up for me ?"

Sanji said nothing, avoiding eye contact.

"I said enough." Said Luffy, a bit louder this time. "You should've stood up for your friend." He said to Sanji. "And you should drop it." He said to you. "You're not at Baratie anymore. No one will get fired for their cooking or plate dressing." He was looking at the both of you.

You huffed, looking away before walking out of the room. Luffy quickly followed you.

"[Name] ?"

"What."

"Do you really not like Sanji ?"

"All I know is that he should've been fired with me."

"Yeah but do you hate him ?"

"A bit. Why did you chose him ?"

"Because he fed us."

You sighed. Right.

"Wanna fuck ?" You suddenly ask and he looks at you, confused. "I've got a lot of pent up energy now and I don't know what to do with it, so let's fuck."

"Okay." He grinned.

You pushed Luffy in the bedroom as he giggled before climbing on the hammock, waiting for you expectantly.

But you didn't climb in it, instead you placed yourself between his legs and kissed him, your hands traveling his body as a chill ran down his spine.

You moved one hand down his pants, caressing his soft cock. You continued stroking him until he grew hard, whining for you to remove his pants, feeling too tight around him.

You tugged on them, helping him remove them and pushed him slightly on his back, holding himself in balance on the hammock. You still jerked him as your thumb prodded at his asshole, teasing him.

"Come on… [Name]."

Luffy tried to hump your finger in hope you'd push it in, and you did, slowly inserting your thumb inside him. He grimaced before smiling, quickly adjusting to your finger.

"Ah… fuck…"

You pushed it in and out, watching his hole swallow your thumb entirely as you spat on it so it would be easier to move. You stopped jerking him to caress his thighs, giving him a good slap, making him yelp before rubbing them, soothing the area.

You slapped them again and he hissed, head hanging back.

"[Naaame]." He whined.

His dick was already drooling, beads of precum rolling down his cock. You stroked him again, spreading it on his hard member as he moaned your name quietly.

Yours was throbbing in your pants, wanting only one thing, to stuff him full. So you removed them, freeing your hard cock and you took your thumb out of him before pushing your dick in.

You watched as his ass slowly engulfed you, taking you in inch by inch. Luffy was watching too with a grimace, not liking how slow you were going.

It made you smile before slapping the rest of your dick inside him, making him gasp and moan loudly.

Once fully inside you wasted no time, fucking him with the help of the hammock, using it like a swing. Watching him bounce on your cock as moans and whines left his lips.

"Right there ! Right there ! Right there ! Oh !" He closed his eyes as you hit his prostate repeatedly, wrapping his legs around you to keep you close.

But you stopped him, pushing his legs open as you continued your pounding inside his snug ass. It felt perfect.

You grabbed his face, pulling him closer as you continued your fucking.

"I don't need you… to interfere between me and Sanji." You say, hoping he's hearing you through his moans.

"It's my duty as a- as a captain- ah ! To make sure- everyone gets along ! Ngh-" He said and you chuckled. Fuck, he was kinda right.

"Can't argue with that."

"Eheh. Ah." He managed to smile and laugh through your thrusts, holding his hat against his head, proud of himself.

You quickened your pace, feeling your climax nearing. Luffy was close too, precum pooling on his stomach. You grabbed his dick, jerking him again.

You both came soon after, panting and sighing as you shot your seed inside him and Luffy on his chest and your hand.

You rested like this for a moment, catching your breath and you pulled out, drawing one last whine out of him.

He grinned again, straightening up, fingers playing a bit with the cum on his stomach before bringing it to his lips to taste himself.

[helplesslypurple77]

Kinktober Day 1-Atsushi/Reader w/ promts Cunnilingus and First Time

Notes: Kinktober day 1 yayayay, also i intended for all of these to be cutsy little drabbles, you know like 800 words or something, but now all of them sit at over 2,000 words sooooooo

Never before has four feet felt so far apart. It's like you're stranded on one side of a large crater, just barely able to see your boyfriend on the other side. And if that wasn't enough, the crater is clearly made up of the most awkward silence known to man. Not a single bird dares to fly across the skies, scared of the consequences that might ensue, less they dare to traverse these tense skies.

Ok maybe you're being a bit dramatic, but the inocuos four feet of comforter between you and your boyfriend Atsushi really does feel so big, and yet so small. Your fingers tap anxiously against the blankets, drawing little invisible patterns on the blue comforter. Atsushi’s own fingers are clasped anxiously in his lap, his foot tapping on the floor. You clear your throat, and interrupt the silence that had enveloped the two of you.

“Where’s Kyoka?”

Atsushi startles, a little shiver running the length of his body and he avoids your eyes as he responds. “Dazai took her and Ranpo out for all you can eat dessert.” The silence envelopes the two of you again. Your heart pounds against your chest, your pulse embarrassingly fast, and you know for a fact Atsushi can hear it with those tiger senses of his. Your only reassurance is that you can hear his heartbeat as well, pounding just as embarrassingly as your own.

Atsushi jumps to his feet, startling you out of your own embarrassment. “I'll get you some water.” he stutters out and with that he's gone, and you can hear the sound of the kitchen tap running. You take a deep breath, studying your breath and taking off your coat and hat, forgotten in your mortification.

You and Atsushi have been dating for about a month, and had gotten pretty comfortable with each other, but one step into his house alone and all of a sudden it was like the first date all over again. If you were being honest, you were really hoping something would happen. You loved Atsushi dearly, and would want nothing more than to move to the next step with him, and finally connect on a more intimate level. And it would also be nice to shed your Virgin status.

Footsteps notify you of the return of your boyfriend, as he makes his way back out of the kitchen, a glass of water in his hand. It happens in slow motion. Your usually careful boyfriend’s foot catches on the side of the rug, and he trips, the glass in his hand flying towards you. You dodge the glass, but you're not so lucky with the water, and it splashes all over your shirt, soaking the white fabric. Atsushi rushes forward, apologies on his lips.

“I'm so sorry, Name! Are you ok?” He grips your shoulders, checking you over for injuries just in case. You let out a laugh, all the earlier awkwardness gone from the air. “Yeah i'm fine, i just got a little wet,” You don't notice as your boyfriend looks down, his eyes widening at the sight of your black lacy bra, showing through the see through fabric of your shirt. He interrupts with a shriek, falling backwards onto the floor in an effort to get away, his hands over his eyes as he babbles, “I'm so sorry I didn't mean to see! I mean I swear I didn't see anything! Nope! Nothing at all!”

You stare at him, confused, until your eyes follow his as they drift down. You feel your cheeks flush, and you want to cover your chest, but fate seems to have presented you with an opportunity. You ignore the burning on your cheeks as you pull your shirt over your head. The only sounds in the room are the garbled noises of distress from your boyfriend. You toss your wet shirt to the floor, the wet slap echoing in the room. You crook your finger at Atsushi, and act as if your own cheeks aren't burning. “Wanna touch me?” You put a little pur in your voice, and unzip your skirt, tossing it to the floor as well. Your boyfriend manages a whole sentence, his cheeks still furiously red.

“Well I want to touch you. A lot.” He averts his eyes, looking a little two guilty for your liking. “But I would never want to pressure you into anything—” You slip off the bed and bend down, shutting him up with a sweet kiss. One of the many things you love about him is his considerate nature, but sometimes it really bites you in the butt. You pull back, meeting his eyes. “I want you Atsushi, I've been wanting this for a while.”

His lips meet yours again, and he stands, pulling you with him to the bed. He sits and you follow suit, sinking onto his lap, your lips still sealed. His kiss is soft and familiar, but as you settle on his lap it changes, becoming a little more hungry. Atsushi’s hands fall to your waist, holding you against him as your hands tangle in his hair, your bodies pressed so close. You can feel his heartbeat, pounding against his chest, and you know he can feel yours in turn. You feel unstable and out of breath as you pull apart, udjusting on his lap as you feel a hardness pressed against your panties. Atsushi muffles a groan and a muttered apology in your neck. You move your hips back and forth, copying what you see in porn, and let out a little moan as a bolt of pleasure shoots up your body, electrifying your nerves with pleasure. It feels amazing, and you press down a little harder. Atsushi’s hands feel like a brand on your waist as they grip you tighter, helping you move your hips along the hot length still trapped in his pants.

Everything feels warm and fuzzy and wonderful and you love the little noises Atsushi makes into your neck, but all you want is more. Your voice sounds strange when you speak, all raspy and sexy. “More…”

Atsushi stops, lifting his head from your neck and meeting your eyes. “What?” “I want more.” The air seems to crackle between you two, and you feel a wetness in your underwear rubbing against your thighs as you roll off him, positioning yourself back on his bed.

Atsushi still has that dazed look in his eye, but he returns to the world as you flick off your bra. He averts his eyes and holds out hand. “Wait!” You look up, in the process of shedding your panties, and eye him impatiently. “What?” He's worrying his hands in his lap, twisting his fingers round and round in an anxious display. The impatient mood melts from your body, and you sink back into the pillow, a slight bit of insecurity worming its way into your brain. “Do you not want me?” Atsushi shakes his head vigorously. “No, god no that's not it.” he says, his eyes dropping ever so much to the tent in his pants and his cheeks turning pink. “It's just, um, im a virgin…” he almost whisperes the last part, his cheeks pink, his pretty eyes averted.

You can't help the little laugh you let out. You smile at him as he stares incredulously at you. You're still giggling when you speak. “Me too.” The tension melts out of his frame, and he laughs a little as well. But you watch as his shoulders sink again, and he stops starting at your boobs and meets your eyes instead. “Are you sure you want me to take your virginity—” You kiss him again, pulling him back onto the bed with you. You love Atsushi, so so much and it hurts to see his opinion of himself. To you, he deserves everything in the world, but he doesn't seem to think so. So it's your job as his girlfriend to show him that he deserved the world, and anything else he wanted as well.

His complaints seem to have died down, but that's probably because he's far too busy devouring your mouth with his own, all while your hands work the buttons of his shirt down, fingers shaky with urgency. Kissing is a song and dance the two of you have done many times before, and as your hands rid him of his shirt and tie, tossing them somewhere on the floor, his skillful tongue plays with your own, teasing your mouth in a way that makes your nether regions throb with desire. You want him to eat you out.

You tell him as much when the two of you pull away for air, and watch with desire as his cheeks flush a dark red, and he slowly makes his way down your chest, leaving little love bits on your skin. He gets a little distracted by your boobs, but you're not complaining as the sensations of his tongue on your nipples sends shocks of pleasure to your clit.

His eyes are hazy, their brilliant purple and yellow tones clouded with devotion and love, something that looks very familiar to hunger. Lust.

He already feels much more experienced than you, and that feeling is only heightened by the feeling of his rough tongue on your lower region. He finds the clit almost alarmingly fast, and as you grip his hair with a cry, you question him. “How are you this good?”

He pulls his face away from your pussy and sends you a little smile, more suited to another activity than this one. “Dazai forced most of the Agency to watch him do a presentation on cunnilingus. He got almost all the way through before Kunikida died of mortification, and Ranpo doubted his ability to ‘get pussy’.” You are momentarily distracted by imagining the scene but all thoughts of the others flee your mind as he dives back down, layving little kitten(heh) licks to your clit interspersed with slower licks around your hole, occasionally dipping in, doing his best to drive you insane with pleasure.

Your eyes want to close, but the sight between your legs is motivation enough to keep them wide open. Atsushi looks wrecked. His hair is a mess, the soft silver strands tangled between your fingers as you buck your hips, pushing your clit against his nose as he tongue fucks you hole. His eyes have fallen closed, and sweat pebbles at his temple as you moan, a tight ball of heat pooling in your lower stomach. You feel like you know what that means, and as much as you want him to do this forever, you want something else more. You want him inside of you. You pull him off you, his relentless tongue leaving you, as he openes hi eyes in confusion.

His eyes are heavy lidded, foggy and so lidded with desire that the purple is almost entirely covered, the usually brilliant yellow a more heavy golden shade. He cocks his head in confusion.

“Condom?” You choke out as he crawls forward, looking far too similar to a predator eyeing its next meal. You suppose that's not entirely untrue. He shakes some of the haze out of his eyes. “In the bedside table.” You reach around blindly, and your fingers come in contact with it, pulling it out and raising an eyebrow, reading the words written in blindingly white text on the wrapper.

“John's ultra soft bandages?” Atsushi, who has just finished shedding his pants, coughs and snatches it from you. “Dazai gave them to me, he said they were from a free giveaway.”

If you were not in the middle of something, the fact that apparently bandage companies give away free condoms now would have more of an impact, but you're far too distracted by Atsushi’s clumsy hands as they tear open the packaging, and roll the condom down his length.

Maybe it's because you trust him with your entire heart, but you don't feel apprehensive or nervous, even as he lines his throbbing length up with your hole, and ever so slowly nudges in. The stretch isn't painful, not even by a longshot with all that preparation he did, but it still burns a bit as he finally bottoms out with a breath, his hips trembling as he holds himself still for your sake.

You feel so close, so connected, so loved. You can feel his heartbeat pressed against your chest, his warm throbbing length buried deep inside you, his ragged breaths in your ear. You can tell how much effort it takes to hold himself back, to not rut into you desperately, and yet he still holds still, just for you. You feel so full, both literally and figuratively, and you love it.

“Move baby.” You rasp in his ear, your hands gripping his shoulders as he whimpers, doing as you request. His thrustsq aren't steady, but what he lacks in experience he makes up for in sheer size and accuracy, his well aimed thrusts pushing you closer and closer to the edge of the metaphorical cliff.

Your moans fill the air, joining his little grunts and moans to make a wonderful orchestra of pleasure, your shouts of his name only encouraging him more. And then he hits it, a spot inside of you that makes white hot pleasure race through your body. “There! Right there Sushi!” He obeys and makes sure to hit that spot every. single. time. You move your hand down, rubbing your clit furiously, and now you're truly done for. You can tell he's getting close as well, when you open your eyes, and almost lose it right there.

He looks almost feral, eyes alight with lust and pleasure, sweat dripping down his temples, the lowlight doing its best to turn him to an angel, hallowed by the silver main of hair falling around his face. Your lips part as he meets your eyes. “Sushi?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you.”

You cum with a cry, fingernails leaving long scratches in his pale skin. You feel like the tight line of tensions inside you has finally snapped, leaving you falling into a well of deep pleasure, drowning inside him.

You feel his hips still, and you hear his raspy reply as his dick twitches inside you. “I love you to Name, so much.”

...

End Notes: Just imagine Dazai forcing them all to watch a slideshow thats actually pretty informative, but full of dumb memes and stupid emojis and every metafore has something to do with suicide. And of course, Ranpo isnt paying attention, Kunikida is mortified, and Atsushi is actually taking notes

[transmurderbug]

🦚 Weekly Tag Wednesday! 🦚

On an actual Wednesday this time.

Thank you for tagging me Kat @mybrainismelted, Nosho @creepkinginc, Evie @energievie, Ice @spookygingerr, Jess @jrooc and

Pie @gallapiech 🥰

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name: Sky. Sometimes.

where in the world is carmen sandiego? (or you): Carmen is in Antarctica. She's apparently a penguin. And I'm under a pine tree.

ok, so this week we are going to snoop into your google search. type in each phrase and tell us what the first suggestion is that google gives you!

What is the best way to… avoid getting spyware on a machine? The "machine" part really drives this home.

Where can I… watch Hazbin Hotel? Are you asking me? Which version? Now I'll be humming all night, thanks.

How old is… Hungary? No need to google this one, it's pretty easy to remember, if you wanna look at the founding of the state. My memory is not what it used to be, but this one is burnt into my brain, I'm pretty sure. It's about to be 1024 years old. Why am I answering these questions though? 🤨 I do love history, to be fair.

How long does it take… to learn Hungarian? What does Google take me for? I want to see the algorithms behind these predictions. A long time, I'm pretty sure.

How many… days between dates? What dates?? Someone help me out, I'm getting confused.

Who set the record for… the fastest time to reach one billion views on YouTube? What is happening.

When did… the Queen die? Which one.

What does it feel like to… get shot. I've been told a scraped wound is worse, that's all I know. Again, why am I answering these?

Can you… run it? Run what...?

When you… say nothing at all. This is a Ronan Keating song. Who I only heard of when he was a guest artist at a symphonic concert I went to. Now you all know him too.

Why do… men have nipples? What kind of a question is this? Why does any mammal have nipples! Biology, dear Google.

Is there a way… to save Karlach.? Ehm. Spoiler alert?

How old do you have to be… to go to college? However old you are when you finish high school. Don't give up on your dreams!

Where do the… Simpsons live? Why would I want to know this?

What is the best time to… post on TikTok? Google wants both Nosho and me to become influencers, this is just another sign.

And to finish us off… What comes up when you type in Shameless? szereplők. I love the language switch. I do however know who the characters are, thank you.

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Tagging, because I'm on time! Yay! Voluntary, as always, if you want to skip, here, have these blueberries: 🫐

@ian-galagher, @transmickey @stocious @suzy-queued @blue-disco-lights @deathclassic @spacerockwriting, @ms-moonlight-inn, @sam-loves-seb @samantitheos, @krysmiss @look-i-love-u @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @heymrspatel @michellemisfit @sweetbee78 @grumble-fish @metalheadmickey @rayrayor @crossmydna @thisdivorce @callivich @gardenerian @lupeloto @francesrose3

@palepinkgoat @heymacy @lee-ow @roryonic @thepupperino

@doshiart and anyone else I'm probably forgetting!

[satorusnovia]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥

ch. 2: Kissing Scars

❦Pairing: Satoru Gojo x (f) Reader

❦Genre: Modern AU, romance, angst, forbidden love

❦Status: Ongoing

❦Summary: Your first touch, first love, first everything is stuck with no other option than to leave you to go to a whole new country across the world. 7 years flash by within the blink of an eye when you reunite with your past lover, but he's too late. You've already promised your love and detion to another even though that marriage is corrupting right before your eyes. But, of course that isn't enough to stop your pretentious past lover from stirring up old chemistry the two of you once shared. Only rule? Keep it confidential.

❦Warnings: NSFW content, emotional/physiological, manipulation/abuse, unhealthy relationships, mental health issues, heavy drinking, smoking, and graphic violence.

❦A/N: Hi, my name is Victoria. This is my fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts and opinions! ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა

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During class, you couldn't stop stealing glances at Satoru when he didn't notice as he spoke to his friends. One friend was a guy that had black hair tied into a man bun with almond-shaped raven eyes and the other was a girl that had short brunette hair with eye bags.

Deep down you hoped Satoru would approach you, but you didn't want to admit it to yourself.

Was he ignoring you? Was he pretending like nothing happened? Did he plan on ever talking to you after the night you two shared?

Millions of thoughts flooded your mind that you didn't even notice the albino standing in front of you.

"Hey, pretty girl." He spoke, ripping you from your thought process.

"Oh, hi." You replied.

Wait, did he just call me ‘pretty girl’ ? You asked yourself.

Satoru furrowed his brows in confusion and slight worry. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You ask, putting on a slight fake smile and he could tell but chose not to mention it.

"Nothing. You just seemed out of it." He replied with a lollipop between his lips.

"Your concealer looks good." You whisper for only him to hear with a smile on your face.

He returns the smile. "Thank you." He whispers back. "Anyway, when do you wanna finish our project?"

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1 month passed and you found yourself around Satoru a lot more.

You two were currently on the swings at an empty park since no one would want to be out here in this weather, but you and Satoru brought the proper clothes to keep you warm. You two just wanted to be somewhere alone together.

"Your skin is healing." You say.

Satoru stopped wearing concealer because his bruises became fainter.

"Yeah." He says. It looks like he's trying to say something, the way he avoids eye contact and bites his bottom lip.

He tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and lets out a deep sigh. Vapor escapes his lips from the chilly weather and he finally turns to you.

"My father..." Satoru pauses for a moment. Whatever it was, you could tell this was very hard for him to say, so you show him he has your full attention by shifting your body towards him and your eyes glued to his. "he did this to me." He finally says.

You're quiet and let him continue. "He runs a business of a huge company, which means he's out on business trips a lot, but on the rare days he's home..." Satoru breaks eye contact and looks into the distance. "My mother suffers from depression and my father has anger issues, so he tends to get mad at her very easily because of her mental illness. He views her as a lazy, good-for-nothing. I'm the only one who takes her illness seriously. I have to look after her to make sure she takes her antidepressant medication because she won't take it if I don't tell her. She finds it useless. When I see my father screaming at her and hurting her my blood boils and I can't help but jump in and defend her, so his solution is beating the shit out of me, I guess. I don't hit him back because he's my father...I could never do that to him." Satoru's voice was suffocated by agony as he stared at a tiring swing gently moving side to side from the wind. "I'd rather have him hurt me than my mother. She used to be so loving and happy. Everyone always teased me because I was a 'momma's boy'. She was the best mother a kid could ask for, but the greater my dad's anger issues grew, the further she fell into that state."

You didn't say anything. Instead, you got up from your swing and stood in front of him. You opened your arms as the albino looked up at you. A gentle, sad smile rested on your lips and Satoru immediately stood up and clung to you. He didn't cry, or say anything, but you could tell by the tone in his voice and everything you just heard that he needed a hug more than anything right now. It's the least you could do for him. You wrapped your arm around him with one hand while the other went to run your fingers through his silky hair.

A sigh of relief escapes Satoru's lips as he melts into your embrace.

You two slowly sat on the floor, still embracing one another as you finally wrapped both your arms around him. You heard small, muffled sobs against the crook of your neck, where he nuzzled his head and you let him cry it out.

It was odd for you to see such a vulnerable man, but you didn't judge him and that's exactly why he decided to tell you the truth behind his scars.

Once you two finally let go, Satoru had puffy eyes along with a Rudolph red nose. You cup his face and kiss the faded bruise on his cheek. The albino was confused at first until you also kissed the bruise on his temple, the one above his eyebrow, and finally the one underneath his lips.

You kissed all his scars.

When you pulled away, you saw the way his eyes widened and pupils expanded. Love swarmed the skies in his eyes.

His hands cupped your cheeks and gave you the warmest kiss you've ever had, despite the cold weather surrounding you two.

His lips were warm and plump against your lips. You could feel the love radiating off his kiss. You can sense the passion that was trying not to burst in his heart. The kiss was full of devotion, adoration, and most importantly, love.

You were falling head over heels for this boy and you sure as hell weren't gonna stop.

༺ ♡ ༻

You've already met Satoru's friends and you found out their names were Suguru Geto and Ieiri Shoko. Their personalities were unique, but you could tell they deeply cared about Satoru, which you were grateful for considering his own parents couldn't do that.

They slowly became your friends as well. You especially got close to Ieiri. You two were a lot alike.

It's been a couple of months since Satoru told you the truth behind his scars. You guys were particularly inseparable after that experience. He walked you to all your classes even if that meant he would be late to his own. You scolded him when you found out he's been late to them just for your sake. You two hung out after school almost every day just to be around each other's presence. Often his friends tagged along, but on the days they didn't, you two flirted a lot. Even when they did hang out with you two, you guys would still flirt, but both of you would have to hold back on certain comments to each other.

Satoru would often give you a quick peck when you have to go your separate ways or in the heat of the moment. He would also hold your hand when you two were walking somewhere and gave very tight hugs when he would greet you. It was nice, but weird at the same time because he never officially asked you out. You told yourself to be patient and that he would eventually ask you out, but it's already been months.

You were hanging off the edge of Ieri's bed, your head nearly touching the floor as you were lost in thought.

"Don't you think it's weird Satoru hasn't asked me out yet?" You asked Ieiri who was sitting next to her open window with a cigarette between her fingers as she blew smoke outside.

She turns to you and sees your upside-down figure and chuckles, but that chuckle awkwardly fades. "Yeah, it is kinda weird, isn't it?" She responds and faces the window once again, making your eyebrows furrow.

"There's definitely something you're not telling me." You get up from your upside-down position and sit cross-cross, facing Ieiri and giving her your full attention.

Ieiri blows out the last of her cigarette and flicks it outside. "With everything that happened between Satoru's parents, he's never really seen a healthy version of love. Even before his mom became depressed, his parents argued a lot." She says and finally rips her eyes away from the window to meet your eyes. "Because of that, commitment is not only a huge thing for him, but it scares him. He's scared his relationship will end up like theirs. I mean, he's never been in a relationship and we all know his looks could kill. Every girl who has asked him out has been turned down and that's a lot of fucking girls."

You stare at the floor, finally being able to connect the dots. You felt bad you didn't realize before, but you're also confused. If he never talks to any other girl other than Ieiri, then why did he decide to talk to you?

"Don't beat yourself up about it. I'm sure he'll ask you out sooner or later and if he doesn't, pop the question." Ieiri says, making you look up at her confused.

"What question?"

"The question everyone is scared to ask." She says with a small smirk. "'What are we?'"

Your heart drops just by those words alone. It's so scary to ask that kind of thing, but what other choice will you have if he doesn't ask you to be his girlfriend? What will you guys be to one another?

"Tell him you're looking for a serious relationship and that you don't like to fool around and if he says he can't give you that, then he missed out."

Ieiri was right. "Okay, if he doesn't say anything by the end of this week, I'll ask him."

Satoru's POV

"Dude, when are you gonna ask out y/n?" Suguru asked his white-haired friend as they played video games.

"Huh?" Satoru doesn't hear Suguru because he's way too concentrated on the game. Suguru sighs in annoyance and purposefully kills Satoru. "Damnit!" The albino looks at his raven-haired friend. "We're teammates, why did you kill me?"

"I asked you a question." Satoru looks confused and it only shows he wasn't paying attention. "When are you gonna ask out y/n?" Suguru repeats.

He saw the wave of anxiety that flew past his white-haired friend when he said that.

The albino breaks eye contact and stares at the TV that says 'GAME OVER' in bold red text. "Why does that matter right now?"

"Because she's my friend and if I didn't know any better, it kind of looks like you're leading her on."

These words make Satoru turn to Suguru with wide eyes. "Are you insane? Why would I ever do that to her?"

His voice is full of defense. Suguru keeps his expression neutral. "You act like a couple with her, but don't even have the balls to ask her out?"

Satoru's expression twists in slight anger. "You know why."

"I do." His friend responds. "But is that really how you want to live your life? Never experiencing love or an actual relationship because of your parents? That sounds depressing to me."

Satoru looks at the ground with a small frown. "I know, I'm just scared. I've never felt this way about someone." Satoru rests his elbows on his knees, holding his face in his hands. "I think I’m in love with her…I don't know what to do."

Suguru can see the frustration building up in Satoru.

Satoru feels a hand on his shoulder. "You’re definitely in love with her. Go for it." He hears his voice say. "Y/n is one of the sweetest and most understanding people I know. She definitely won't break your heart and if anything, she'll show you what real love feels like if you give her that chance."

༺ ♡ ༻

It was a Friday night and Satoru picked you up late at night for some odd reason. He told you he had a surprise. Of course, you had to sneak out because your parents would never let you out this late.

You decided to go in your pj's which was normally a baggy shirt and sweatpants. You didn't care to put on any makeup because he told you last minute.

You snuck out through your window and it reminds you of the time Satoru snuck out of your house. You laugh at yourself that you didn't even remember you could sneak him through your window and instead, you went through all that trouble of sneaking him to the front door.

You walk to the sidewalk and find Satoru's car. Satoru gets out of the car and walks to the passenger side to open the door for you. He always did that for you. You noticed he didn't wear his glasses this time.

You give him a peck on the cheek, making him smile, and step inside the car. He closes the door and walks back to the driver's side and shuts the door.

"You look so pretty." He says as he puts on his seatbelt.

You're a bit shocked by his sudden compliment. As you mentioned earlier, you dressed like a homeless person and didn't have any makeup on. It was completely different from your everyday makeup and new outfits accessorized with jewelry, but you took his compliment anyway. "Thank you."

༺ ♡ ༻

You woke up to Satoru shaking your shoulder, telling you to wake up.

"Five more minutes." You unconsciously say and brush his hand off you. You hear Satoru chuckle and it reminds you that you're not in your bed.

You blink away your tiredness and look at him with hazy eyes, making him laugh even more.

"You're so cute." He leans down and kisses your cheek.

You look at him and rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smile, but you couldn't hide it from Satoru. He notices all the small expressions on your face every time.

You look out the window. "Where are we?"

There's nothing but trees and fields surrounding you. Not a single person around nor a building. If it was anyone but Satoru you would have assumed they brought you here to murder you.

"You'll see. Just stay here." Satoru gets out of the car and opens the trunk. When he gets what he needs, you see a folded blanket in his hands. You watch him from the window as he spreads the blanket in the grass. While he does this you check your phone and it was 3 am. It took you 3 hours to get here. What could he possibly have planned to make this trip worth 3 hours?

Once Satoru is done, he goes to your door and opens it for you with a bright smile on his face.

"What are you doing?" You raise a brow at him.

"Get out and you'll see."

He keeps saying, 'You'll see'.

He takes your hand as you step out of his car. It's only one more week till summer break so the weather is fresh and warm. It smells just like summer midnight.

You look at the blanket spread on the grass and you still can't help, but be confused.

He took you out in the middle of nowhere at midnight just to lay on a blanket? You sit down anyways and Satoru sits right beside you.

He lays down and you turn and look at him. He can see your confused face. He pats the space beside him without saying a word.

You sigh in defeat and lay next to him. When your eyes make contact with the sky, you feel all the air tucked inside your lungs, suddenly disappear for a second. Your heart feels fuzzy and your mouth falls open in awe.

Stars.

So many stars.

As a girl who was raised in the city, you rarely saw them and from the conversations you've had with Satoru, he could tell you've never been outside of Tokyo, Japan.

He looks at you, satisfied with your reaction. He was right.

The two of you lay there in silence for what felt like an eternity. All you could think about was the sight in front of you. So many stars all at once.

"They're so beautiful." You finally say.

"Not as beautiful as you," Satoru whispers.

"What?" You ask even though you heard him crystal clear. You just couldn't believe you heard that correctly.

"Face it y/n. Even the stars get jealous of the way you outshine them."

You look at him to see his eyes are already on you. His lips pulled into a smirk when he saw a pink tint creep onto your cheeks.

It's crazy you thought the exact same thing about his eyes.

"Stop saying crazy things." You whisper and look away due to your flustered face.

"But you make me crazy."

You don't respond and instead, just sigh.

You're the one making me crazy, Satoru.

Your parents always told you young people never knew a thing about love when they would catch you watching movies or reading books about teenage romance. They called it stupid and unrealistic.

You never listened to them because they weren’t even in love with each other. They were stuck in a loveless marriage, so who were they to assume?

Often times you would question if teenage love exists as it does in movies and romance novels. You almost gave up hope until Satoru stepped into your life.

Silence fills the air yet again. You're looking at the stars, but Satoru is looking at you.

He truly believed you shine brighter than any star. Nothing was better to him than the sight of you.

He finds a very small ounce of strength within him to rip his eyes off you and onto the sky before you notice him staring.

"Look y/n, a shooting star." He points at the sky. "Did you wish?"

You sigh in disappointment. "Ugh, I didn't have time."

"And there is something you wish for?"

"Yes." You say quietly.

"What did you wish?" He asks.

"I was wishing that we were two people who would never need to say goodbye."

This makes Satoru's eyes widen. He looks at you, but your expression is neutral. "Why would you wish for that?"

"Because I never want there to come a time where we have to say 'goodbye'." You respond with full honesty and finally decide to face him.

His eyes were still wide. The reflection of the moonlight along with the stars made his eyes twinkle in the night.

"Is that weird to wish—"

Satoru cut you off by his lips crashing onto yours. He was on top of you faster than you could even blink.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. As his hands touched every part of you.

His kiss was full of longing.

Soon that kiss turned into a make-out as his tongue invaded your mouth. He tugged at your shirt, signaling you to take it off. You held your arms up as he swiftly took off the piece of clothing.

His hand landed on the hook of your bra as his eyes met yours, asking for consent and you gently nodded. He didn't waste another second and unclasped your bra. His hands went to play with your breasts, earning you to moan his name as you grind against him.

He swore he was gonna come if you keep moaning his name like that. Soon enough he took off your sweats and you did the honors of taking off his shirt.

You continued to grind against him and he couldn't fucking take it anymore. He had to be inside you or he'd lose his damn mind.

"Can I?" He asked with two fingers hooked around your panties, but the look in his eyes was practically begging. 

"Yes." You respond softly.

Satoru was about to proceed, but he suddenly stopped, making you hesitant. Did he change his mind?

"Shit, there's something I wanted to ask you first. It's the whole reason I took you here. I should've asked sooner but..." he paused for a moment, making your stomach turn with worry.

Was this question so important that he has to put a pause button on you two fucking?

"Fuck it. Can I be your boyfriend?" He looks at you with his face more flustered than it already was from your make-out.

You try to hold in your laugh, but it's no use. You laugh right in his face, making him embarrassed.

You weren't laughing at him but at the whole situation. The fact that this man was on top of you, about to enter you and he blurted a question like that. Who says 'Can I be your boyfriend'? You found it so cute he phrased it like that. It was definitely his first time asking out a girl.

"I'm sorry." You apologize, wiping a tear from the corner of your eyes due to your intense laughter. "Of course, you can be my boyfriend, Toru."

You can feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off of him. He crashes his lips onto yours to try and hide his embarrassment, but he couldn't hide something like that from you and before you knew it you two were fucking till sunrise.

༺ ♡ ༻

The doors were finally open to Summer break. You spent almost every hour of the day together with Satoru. I mean it was teenage love after all. You, Satoru, Ieiri, and Suguru did many things over the break.

Of course, you two also had days you didn't see each other, but when you didn't, it felt like torture. Like I said, teenage love.

You were currently getting ready for your aunt's wedding. Satoru was about to pick you up and your parents were already on their way to the wedding. You decided to go with your boyfriend since it would be the perfect opportunity for him to meet your parents and the rest of your family.

You couldn't meet his mom because of the state she was in. Satoru said meeting new people gave her lots of anxiety, but he did say you could eventually meet her, with time. You didn't even care about meeting his asshole of a father, but you knew you'd have to eventually. The only reason you haven't yet is because Satoru's dad has been on a business trip since the beginning of Summer break and it was already August.

Y/n: Where are you?

Right when you sent that message, you heard a knock at your door. You hurried to the door and when you opened it, your eyes are met with blue eyes pooling of warm liquid with a bruised face.

Your heart feels as though someone tore it directly from your chest and ripped it apart right in front of you.

How could someone do this to their own child? Who in their own fucked up mind would even think about doing such a thing?

Satoru looks down ashamed and wipes his eyes. "He...did this right when I was on my way out. I didn't want to stand you up, so..."

His father must've recently arrived back home.

Your first instinct was to hug him. "You don't have to explain yourself, Toru."

After you finally let go he saw tears in your eyes that waved white flags as they ran down your cheeks. He handed you the flowers you didn't even realize he was holding because you were too preoccupied with his well-being. Of course, he bought your favorite.

You silently accept the flowers and when you do, he uses his free hands to wipe the tears running down your cheeks. "It's okay." He says.

It's not.

Nothing about this is okay, but you don't feel like saying anything. You bring him inside and shut the door. You grab his hand and take him to your bathroom where you kept your first aid kit.

Satoru sat on your toilet seat as you pressed a cotton pad with alcohol one of his bruises, making him wince. "You didn't have to come. I would've understood." You say, breaking the silence.

"But I really want to meet your family."

The words that escaped his mouth make your heart throb.

What am I going to do with you, Satoru?

"You're lucky there aren't any open wounds because then we wouldn't be able to conceal it." You say. "Speaking of which, did you bring it?"

Satoru pulls out his concealer from his pocket. You conceal his face and make sure you don't miss any places.

"As good as new." You put on a fake smile, but you knew he could see it was fake. The two of you were transparent to one another.

"I'm fine now, I promise. No need to be worried." He says as though he could read your mind.

It pisses you off even more when he says shit like that. 'It's fine', 'It's not that big of a deal', 'No need to worry', and yada yada.

He could read your displeased expression, so he decides to change the subject. "Did I mention how beautiful you look? I mean you always do, but I wanna keep you all to myself when you're all dolled up like this."

You can see what he's doing but go along with it anyway.

You roll your eyes. "Too bad."

[mooodyblue]

CaregiverAustin cutting a scene short while filming because he notices that his little is starting to regress ?

ty for the request !! super cute 🫶🏼

wc: 832

masterlist

you and austin had been finding it difficult to find time to be with each other due to his filming. plenty of arguments with the same outcome every time–him promising he'll find time and take you out then he never does. you finally compromised and he invited you to watch him film today with the promise of taking you to dinner.

being on set made you nervous. there were people you didn't know, big name actors that were intimidating yet inviting. come the day of, you woke up with anxiety building up in your chest. you didn't want to go, but this was the only way you'd get to spend time with austin.

you could back out and deal with not seeing him until he found his way into bed at three in the morning. austin would be disappointed though and that was the last thing you ever wanted to do, to disappoint your boyfriend. to make matters worse, you woke up with that light, fuzzy feeling in your head. it didn't help that austin had been sweet to you all morning. you also hadn't had time to be little since he started filming a month ago. he was aware of it too, he felt awful about it but he just couldn't find the time.

he had a hand on you during the entire drive to his set, talking about how excited he is to have you watch him in action. you had subconsciously began to chew on your nails at some point, a habit you had when you were starting to slip. he glanced at you and quickly moved your hand away from your mouth, giving you a concerned look. “hey–are you okay? i can take you home if you don't wanna come.”

you shook your head. “i’m fine.”

“are you feeling little?”

you hated when he asked that question. it only made you want to slip even more, but you couldn't. not right now. “i’m fine.” you repeated.

austin took your hand, “baby-”

“i said i’m fine, can we just go?” you said with an annoyed tone, getting out of the car.

he didn't think anything of it, although still concerned about you. he took you to where you'd be sitting and introduced you to a few people, telling you not to hesitate to ask for snacks or water if needed.

it was going smoothly. you were enjoying watching him act, watching everyone in motion and hard at work. austin frequently checked on you between takes to make sure you were okay.

after a few hours it started getting to you. the loud noises, the yelling and everyone moving so quickly, the wheels of the make up and coffee carts squeaking loudly against the metal floor. you brought your fingers to your mouth once again, chewing anxiously at your nails.

you just wanted to go home. to cover yourself with a blanket and be in your safe space in your room, not surrounded by strangers and all the bright lights and commotion. your leg bounced up and down at a fast pace as you sunk deeper into your chair, trying to stop yourself from slipping but you couldn't help it. tears began to pool at your eyes, nails still between your teeth till you moved to picking at a loose string on your sweater. anything to avoid getting caught by austin.

austin knew when you were little. he knew when you were close to slipping or when you were trying to hide it. while looking away in a scene, he looked over at you and he just knew. he held his hand up, “i’m sorry,” cut was yelled. everyone around him looked confused.

you sat up quickly, watching austin walk over to the director and discussing something before jogging over to you.

he placed a hand on your shoulder. “hi honey,” he said in a soft tone. “daddy’s gonna take you home now, okay?”

“b-but–” you stammered out. “‘m fine. 's fine, keep goin’. ‘m okay.”

“no, baby. you aren't okay.” he sighed, squatting in front of your chair. “why didn't you tell daddy you were feelin’ tiny today?” he asked and took ahold of one of your hands, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

you looked down shyly, “too busy.”

austin gave you a soft, apologetic smile. “never too busy for you.” he stood up and held out his hand, “you can come have a snack while i get changed and we’ll go straight home. that alright?”

“okay.” you took his hand and stood up, walking with him to his trailer. “can i get a new bunny on the way home?”

“baby, i just bought you a purple one not too long ago. do you really need another one?” he chuckled, helping you up the steps to his trailer.

“yes.” you pouted, sitting on the couch.

austin looked at you with hands on his hips, unable to resist the tiny pout of your lips. “alright, fine.”

[lollytea]

hc that hunter and willow end up sharing a lot of clothing and because hunter has issues with the texture of certain fabrics, he sews that little W patch to remind himself that this or that belongs to willow. theres ceirtaintly an easier way to remember other than sewing an entire patch, but he enjoys designing patches that match the clothing. anyways look at what uve done to me im thinking up domestic huntlow hcs

I could imagine that during the time spent in Camila's house, mixing up clothes was a frequent occurance. Usually between Luz, Amity and Gus. They're all roughly the same size so they'd pull out a shirt, take one look at it and be like "yeah this is probably mine." Considering they're GFs, Luz and Amity wouldn't mind. But Gus would definitely complain if he saw either of them in one of his dino shirts tho lmao.

Willow and Hunter are also susceptible to this but less so. Hunter accidentally wore one of Willow's T-shirts once and when she was like "Borrowing my shirt, huh? ;)", he was absolutely mortified.

"O-oh! Is this yours? I didn't-- I-I'm so sorry. I mean, looking at it now... obviously it's yours. It's got mushrooms on it. Like, duh, am I right? I'll-I'll take it off immediately lemme just--"

"Now I know you're not about to take the shirt off right now in front of her, right?" Gus quickly adds before he embarrasses himself any further.

Hunter freezes, hands bunched in the hem, seconds before yanking the shirt over his head.

"ObViOusly not!" His voice cracks, face scalding. "That'd be weird. So weird! No I-...I'll wash it for you! I know you don't want my weird smell on it..."

Willow tilts head to the side, cocking an eyebrow "I don't?" She asks innocently.

All Hunter can manage is a confused but horribly flustered squeak. It's amazing the heat didn't melt the skin of his face off.

Gus has to give Willow a stern talking to later that day. ("You WILL kill him if you don't tone it down. Stop the violence, Park!!!")

Anyway, after that happens, Hunter does not throw on just anything. He carefully scrutinises every article of clothing he dons and makes absolute certain that it belongs to him. So yeah I could imagine him sewing in little name tags just to keep Willow's clothes out of his pile.

However, this is the point where Willow starts "accidentally" wearing his clothes in return. She bounces into the kitchen for breakfast in one of his rocko button downs and it makes his galdorstone fucking flatline. Sees his life flash before his eyes as he chokes on his cereal. He cannt TAKE this shit anymore man.

You know his sweater? The soft yellow one? Willow once asked to borrow it. She, Lumity and Vee were heading out for a girls day and she had this cute skirt that she wanted to wear and that sweater would match it perfectly and... 🥺

Anyway when Hunter gets it back, there's a strong scent of perfume on it.

"You'll probably wanna wash that." Willow winks, fully aware that he hasn't a notion of washing it. She leaves Hunter a pile of mush, clutching the sweater to his chest for dear life.

He wears it the next day. There's still traces of Willow's scent on it. He tries to be casual about it but fails miserably. She grins like an idiot all day long.

But yes YES absolutely. In a few years time they are constant clothes sharers. Deliberate this time. Very funny to think about Willow intentionally avoiding textures that Hunter doesn't like when clothes shopping, even when they're for her. Cuz like...they'll end up on him at some point probably. If she owns fabrics that bother Hunter, it's clothes that aren't really his style anyway. But shirts, pants, jackets, hoodies. These are all fair game.

Hunter STILL distinguishes every article of clothing with the personalised little patches but you want to know the biggest reason I think he does this?

He wants people to know. He likes flaunting who he's dating honestly.

Luz: *pointing at the leaf patch on the sleeve of Hunter's jacket* Lemme guess. This is your girlfriend's?

Hunter: *is not a teenager anymore and tries to resist the urge to giggle. Fails anyway* yeah 🥰

[fairyv-ice]

Love Wins All

HI! I hope you guys like this chapter!! it was fun to write (especially the end!)

Here is Chapter 1 , chapter 2 , Chapter 3 Below!

Chapter 3

Them

~Where does the fault lie when no matter how we try it's you and I~

After lunch they all continued with the rest of their day per usual. Time moved quite quickly and soon it was the end of the day.

The bell for the end of the day rang and everyone was packing up their stuff. 

“ I’m sorry we can't go today Becky, I was really looking forward to it!” Anya says with a pout

“ My sweet Anya, I know you studied so hard for this test so you HAVE to take it today! The bakery will still be there tomorrow! PLUSSSS'' Becky gets closer to Anya to whisper “ You get some MOREEEEE alone time with Damian and you have to tell me EVERYTHING tomorrow about this little something something that’s going on between you two!”

“Beckyyy there is nothing going on between Sy-on bo-” Anya says but gets cut off by Becky rushing to get the rest of her stuff and running to grab Emile and Ewen’s arms and starts to drag them out with saying

“ C'mon boys, can't let a lady walk by herself to the car!

“ I wasn't done writing the homework!” Emile said worriedly

“I will give it to you in the dorm, let's just go. Bye boss man see you in the dorm”  Ewen  said as he waved.

Damian and Anya still at their seats confused at how fast their friends left them. They both continued to pack their stuff Damian finished before Anya so he got up to go stand by her seat. 

“Is it just me or have they been acting kinda weird today?” Damian asked Anya.

“Honestly, I was going to ask you the same thing. They have been whispering all day to each other. Are they planning something?” she asked. 

“ Who knows, I don't want to ask because I don't want to get into any trouble. Anyways, how is your ankle feeling?? It doesn't look as swollen as earlier, so that's good.” Damian said with a small smile and grabbed Anya’s bag when she was done packing it. 

Anya got up noticing he had her bag. She grabbed her water bottle and headed toward the door as he followed.

“hehe Trouble is my middle name Mr. Desmond. Well I guess we shall see in due time what they are up too. And yah! I feel a lot better thanks to you…” She ended that sentence shyly and looked back at him “Really though, thank you for earlier Sy-on boy, you are a really good friend and i really appreciate you.” 

He started getting a hint of red on his ears “It’s not a big deal Forger, I’m sure anyone would have done the same.” He said.

“But I'm glad it was YOU I ran into and not just anyone” she said with pink on her cheeks now walking backwards.

~What is that supposed to mean? Why does she look so cute right now? What the heck is happening~  He thought  and she heard causing her to stumble as she was walking backwards. She began to fall back and he rushed. He wrapped his free arm around her waist to hold her from falling back. 

“You really need to start paying attention to where you’re going, Forger. What would you do without me?” Damian said coolly with a hue of pink on his face now. ~ACT COOL, DON'T MAKE A STUPID FACE, COMPOSURE DAMIAN. Wait, why are you freaking out? You are just helping your FRIEND~ Anya avoided his eyes, she was red as a tomato. He brought her back to standing up straight. 

She cleared her throat “ Thank’s Sy-on boy, I don't know why I'm so clumsy today” she said, still looking away.

“Is everything okay Anya? You know I'm not one to pry, but I guess.. I Just.. You were pretty upset this morning and you have never come to school like that and I guess I just wanna make sure you're okay and If you need to talk about it I have been told I’m a good listener and-” he cuts himself off realizing the word vomit coming out of his mouth. ~What is wrong with me? Can I not be a normal person around her?~ he thought. She turned to look at him again and raised her eyebrow.

~Why is he so worried about me? Has it always been like this?~ Anya thought. They were about to walk into the library, she looked at the door and back at him. She gave him a small smile and said 

“ I’m okay Sy-on boy, I just had a small argument with my papa this morning and I got too sensitive. Thank you for caring. It really means a lot but really dont worry I will be okay! Now… Let's get in there so we can take this test before I forget everything.”

 She gave a little laugh and he offered a small smile as he reached behind her and opened the door for them both. 

~He has always been like this, he always opens doors for me and acts like a gentleman but why does this make me feel all strange right now? Like all warm and fuzzy inside… does that even make sense?~ Anya thought as they were walking to the testing room in the back of the library. She is too caught up in her own thoughts to even hear his not too far behind her

~She has been acting a little different today, not in a bad way or anything but after this morning  just being able to see her smile and laugh make my chest tighten a bit, is this normal? Am I Dying? Maybe I’m the one who is acting differently? I mean I am just trying to be a good FRIEND aren't I? It’s not that my feelings or anything for her are more than platonic.. Right?~ he thought as he was blushing while walking behind her.

They got to the testing room, she sat and he handed her her bag and he went to sit at a different table. Shortly after they got there the chemistry professor came in and looked at them confused.

“Why are you guys sitting apart? Did you not know it was a partner test?” said the professor, confused.

The two looked at each other and then at the professor. 

“Well go ahead… one of you move, The test if 5 questions and work has to be shown on ALL of them and remember team effort”  the Professor said. 

Anya looked at Damian with a smug smile patting the chair next to her.

Damian grabbed his stuff shaking his head with a smirk and moved to sit next to Anya.

“You lucked out Forger, looks like you are gonna pass with a perfect score today” Damian said smugly.

“Listen here Sy-on boy, you will be passing because of me. I know all the formulas like I know every episode of spywars!”  Anya retorted with a bit too much confidence. 

~ These two have not changed, they are quite a handsome pair together~ the Professor thought with a smile on his face as he handed them the test. Anya looked at him confused but shook it off. 

The two got started on the test. To Damian’s surprise Anya really took charge of the first three problems. But then got stuck on the fourth, and he could tell she wanted to figure it out on her own/ she was being stubborn and not asking for help. 

“You remember this is a partner test? Right?” he said with a smirk. 

“I want to do this, you ALWAYS do all the work whenever we do projects or anything.. I want to be able to help too. I just need to remember the formula.”  Anya said with a pout on her face. 

~gosh she is acting cute again. Why does she have to pout like that.. It makes me want to..~ his thoughts got cut off by the professor standing up. Him and Anya stared at the professor.

“I see you two are almost done. I have a meeting in the main building. Can I trust you two to finish up and drop the test off in my mailbox in front of the library?” the professor said

“Yes sir, we should be done in 20 minutes or so. Thank you again for letting us take it today.” Damian responded confidently.

“ Thank you professor,” Anya said after. 

He continued out the door. They were alone in the room. 

“Will you let me help? You did the first three on your own, it's only fair, right?” Damian said with a smile. 

Anya pouted again, sliding the paper over to him so he could look at the problems that were left. He looked back at her and she was still sulking. He leaned a bit closer to her and tilted his head to get her attention. She turned her head to look at him. He cupped her cheek in his hand.

“Stop pouting Forger, you did well. Don't worry your pretty little head, I will finish this really quick okay?” He said with a smile and let go of her face, he turned back to finish up the test.

“Sy-on boy?...” she said.

“Hmm?” he responded not looking up so he could continue on the problem.

“You… You think my head is pretty?” She asked, her face was pink. His pencil stopped moving. 

~did I actually say that out loud? what was I thinking~ he though

He turned to look at her, his ears were a shade of red.

“Well, it was a figure of speech. You know? But it's not that I don't think you're pretty because I do think you’re pretty. I just didn't mean for all of it to come out like that. Now I feel like I'm just embarrassing myself so I'm gonna finish the test.” He said as he turned to continue writing “But to answer your question Forger, I do think your head is pretty.”

“oh… Uhm thank you? I think.” she was looking down at her hands that were on her lap and blushing. 

“No need to thank me for telling you the truth,” he said. “I finished it, are you ready to turn it in?”

She nodded. 

“Oh wait, our names.” he wrote their names down really quick and handed her the paper. He started packing his stuff.

“Sy-on boy.. My last name is Forger”Anya said, confused.

“Yes? I know. I call you that every day?” he retorted.

“You wrote Anya Desmond on here”she said 

~I WHAT~  he thought 

“I’m so sorry, it's just a force of habit. I don’t think I ever really had to name and date a paper with someone else's name other than my own. Here let me fix that.”  He grabbed the paper as fast as he could from her and looked at it.

 ~Anya Desmond it really doesn't look that ba- what the heck Damian why would I think that, it’s not like I'm gonna marry her or that wouldn't be so ba- Brain please stop thinking for two seconds~ He thought, Anya looking at him wide eyed at his internal bickering. He erased and corrected his mistake, still in shock at himself that he did such a careless thing.

“It’s not a big deal Sy-on boy, I.. I guess I liked the way it looked. I never saw my name with a last name until Forger became my last name so seeing it with your last name looks different in a good way.” 

He dropped the pencil, his thoughts were racing trying to grasp what she just said. He bent down to grab the pencil unknowing that she bent down as well to pick it up. They were face to face, each had a hand holding the pencil basically touching each other. Without thinking he moved his hand from the pencil to her wrist and pulled her closer than they were before, he hooked a finger under her chin, gently lifting her gaze to meet his, and their lips met, their eyes closed, a world of unspoken promises and untold stories unfolded between them, leaving an irresistible curiosity for what the future held for them.

Until she opened her eyes

A/N: I hope it was okay! Pls let me know what you guys think! i really need the feedback! Also Lmk if you guys want a taglist! I can start one!

[silver-wield]

Final Fantasy VII Rebirth Review

Okay, this collection of posts will be filled with spoilers, including clips and screenshots, so if you don't wanna see things, then don't look. Some of the things I'm gonna highlight will include references to Remake to link with the overarching plot.

Onto chapter 1!

So chapter one literally starts with the truck on the way to Nibelheim, and the flashback comprises 80% of chapter 1. It's a solid start and I really enjoyed playing this part of the game.

We start off with Sephiroth showing off how awesome and powerful he is, but we also see hints of things very wrong with young Cloud, plus the fact the travel sick trooper has Cloud's hair and Zack's voice.

Things are very wrong in Nibelheim.

And we get a second hint of that when we arrive and talk to the travel sick trooper, who still has Zack's voice and Cloud's body. This line shows up again later in the game when Cloud remembers Zack, so it's a nice bit of confusion for those who remember who said it first because that trooper isn't the one who dies in the river later on.

We have more hints of real Cloud as he climbs the water tower and gets all in his feels because he's not a soldier. This can be confusing later when Tifa shows up and he acts like it's nothing. Well, it would be nothing for Zack.

We get the first crumbs of Tifa fishing to figure out wtf is going on. Cloud knows everything about her, but she knows he wasn't in Nibelheim and tells Aerith as much later that night before speaking to Cloud.

When Tifa arrives as the guide the next morning we can see the trooper turn to stare at her, then turn around just in case she spots him, then he peeks at her right afterward 🤣

Heading up the mountain the combat tutorial is pretty much identical to Remake. The limit synergies were a bit confusing to understand at first, and I kept asking what causes them to activate. Using the regular synergies and switching between leaders to activate synergies causes the limit meter to rise so you can use them. It really wasn't clear how they explained it.

I also don't like the new dodges. I loved my dodge roll materia, so only having access to the original dodge made me sad. You can't keep the materia you collect on Mt Nibel so after your first go there's no point picking any up.

This is another set of lines we hear later, but from Cloud when he starts losing his mind and Sephiroth starts gaining control. There's a lotta foreshadowing in chapter 1.

At the end of the Nibelheim incident we get a combination of Cloud as himself and Zack, but also this scene is in ToTP where Tifa says she faintly recalls someone yelling her name but she doesn't recognise them. This scene was also in Last Order with Tifa talking to Cloud although she wasn't really conscious. We'll get the clear picture in part three.

After hearing his story, Tifa wants to talk. Sephiroth doesn't want them to talk and get closer because he can't control Cloud if that happens. So he does discord and they argue. Tifa shows him the scar she has from Sephiroth, and Cloud glitches when she wants to know where he's been.

If he hadn't been in a mako coma then Sephiroth would've been active sooner. He chose Cloud as the core of his being and until Cloud woke up in some capacity, Sephiroth couldn't do anything. But Cloud doesn't know this, and he just avoids answering. He and Tifa return to their rooms with some discord between them.

Chapter two begins the next morning.

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Hues of Trouble

(Hues of Metal is by kkirby999. If he ever wishes to make a dub of this in his style, he's more than welcome to do so!)

Dimension HOM-2023 - Eggman's Mountain Base

OMT!Tails slipped into the base, activating his nanomachine suit to avoid triggering the alarms.

OMT!Tails: Alright, I'm in. From what Skye told me, Melody should be in here somewhere. I just gotta be careful not to run into any of the robots here. They're no S.S.S.S.S. Squad, so they won't be fooled by disguises.

He headed forward, hearing a conversation nearby.

Metallix: ...and what's even funnier is that after Sonic chases down the Eggrobo AND the Prototype, Mk. II has a chance to go kill Sonic! But instead, he goes out of his way to assassinate the person he hired to assassinate Sonic!!!

Mecha Mk. I / Silver Sonic / Carl: Why the fuck would he do that when he had Sonic in his sights?

Metallix (amused): I don't know. But it's absolutely HYSTERICAL! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

OMT!Tails slipped past them. Soon enough, he hid as he noticed Metal Sonic and Prototype holding Melody hostage.

Metal Sonic: Okay, ma'am. Your attitude will not be getting you outta this one so easily. So I'm going to ask ONE last time; where did you come from, and for what reason?

Prototype: Yeah! Better start answering if you don't wanna get blown up.

Melody: Information of my universe is to be kept between me and my family, thank you very much!

Metal Sonic: Great. Of COURSE she won't tell us anything.

Melody: I mean, what else would you expect me to do? Talk on and on about other worlds? It'd overload your circuits just thinking about it, tin-buckets.

Metal Sonic: Tin-?! (angry gibberish) Okay, I've had it with you! Prototype, get her escorted to another area of the base!

Prototype: Right away! Come along, missy.

Melody: Name's Melody!

Prototype: Okay, whatever. Come on!

Prototype left with Melody in tow as OMT!Tails stepped out of hiding, Metal hearing the footsteps behind him.

Metal Sonic: Wait. Who's-?

He saw OMT!Tails in his nanomachine suit.

Metal Sonic: Hold on... I don't remember Eggman commissioning another Tails robot. Only one we have is Tails Doll.

OMT!Tails: Oh, me? I was recently manufactured! I'm... Steel Tails Version 0.9!

Metal Sonic: Aww, brilliant! A pleasure to meet you, new guy!

They shook hands.

OMT!Tails: (Heh. It actually fooled him?)

Metal Sonic: Right. So, duties, duties...

OMT!Tails: We'll think about that later. Right now, a different Sonic is coming here after having chased me.

Metal Sonic: A "different" one? How different is he? Does he carry dancing bananas in a backpack? Is he not quite AS fast as Sonic?

OMT!Tails: Well, red pupils, different shoes, 10 times more aggressive, wants to define people's fates...

Metal Sonic: Urgh... I hate that guy even more than Sonic, and we haven't even met yet. Well, sounds like we need to prepare. Come along, Steel!

OMT!Tails: Alright!

As they prepared to walk off, OMT!Tails suddenly shook in sudden pain.

OMT!Tails: Argh!

Metal Sonic: S-Steel?

OMT!Tails got up as Metal noticed something under his eyes that shocked him.

Metal Sonic: Uh, Steel... Your eyes? They're, uh...

OMT!Tails: Huh? What's going on?

Metal Sonic: There's... red oil coming out of them?

OMT!Tails, confused, wiped under one of his eyes and looked in horror, looking away in upset.

OMT!Tails: (T-The virus... It got me...)

Metal Sonic: Steel, are you alright?

OMT!Tails: M-My body's infected with a virus...

Metal Sonic: Like a computer one? Right. I'll take you in for repairs immediately!

OMT!Tails: No no no no! I'll get it "patched" when I return to the base I came from.

Metal Sonic: Steel, I'm tryin' to look out for you here. We've only just met, and you need sorting out. What if it gets worse when the dark-and-edgy Sonic gets here?

OMT!Tails: L-Let's not think about that, Metal. It's why I won't stay for long.

Metal Sonic: Right. Okay, come on. I swear, I'm gonna have to chastise Prototype for his oil arrangement later... "Sort it by taste", my screws...

They walked across the base grounds.

OMT!Tails: So, in return for me helping you fend off the intruder, I've just got one thing to ask.

Metal Sonic: Yes?

OMT!Tails: I need to take the, er, prisoner you were with before with me.

Metal Sonic: Well, a deal's a deal. Plus she needs to be more careful with her mouth.

OMT!Tails: Right.

OMT!Tails wiped under his eyes to keep the blood from getting worse.

Metal Sonic: So what do you need that girl- er, "Melody", for anyways?

OMT!Tails: Well, mainly to get her back to her dimension before things get out of hand.

Metal Sonic: Right. So I presume that you were manufactured at one of those-?

Suddenly, the area shook as alarms blared.

OMT!Tails: Uh oh! He's here!

Metal Sonic: Darn it! We need to hurry!

Metal took Tails's hand as they sped ahead, finding where Metallix was.

Metal Sonic: Metallix!

Metallix: Huh? What's the rush now, Metal?

Metal Sonic: A really aggressive Sonic just broke in and is tearing things asunder!

Metallix: That explains all the ruckus. (through a nearby loudspeaker) The lot of you, get over to this area! There's an intruder fast approaching!

On cue, Rocket Metal, Prototype, Mk. II and Silver Sonic showed up with Mecha-Knuckles.

Mecha Sonic Mk. II: Bet you a can of oil that it's Sonic.

OMT!Tails: Oh, it's Sonic, alright. Just not (y)our Sonic.

Silver Sonic: What do you mean not our Sonic?

Silver Sonic's question was answered as LM!Sonic approached, prompting the robots to get into combat positions.

LM!Sonic: You seven shouldn't be a part of this. Hand the kid over, and nobody gets hurt!

Rocket Metal: Like, nice try, ya scoundrel! I know yas for what you really are! You're one of those stereotypical Australian tourists! You come to mock us for doing stuff the way WE wanna do it?! Dis-cos-tan!!!

LM!Sonic: Hmph. One to talk for someone who HAS a constant Australian accent.

Metallix: You're that "dark-and-edgy" Sonic? Pah! Destroying you won't take long. Now, let's dance, hedgehog!

Metallix led the charge, knocking LM!Sonic backwards.

Mecha-Knuckles (using a Heavy Weapons Guy voice chip): Kill them all? Good idea! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Mecha-Knuckles charged with the others as Prototype readied his rocket launcher...

"ROCKET LAUNCHER!"

...and charged into the fray with the others.

Metal Sonic: If you wanna get that prisoner, Steel, now's your chance. Once you're done that, get back outta here! If we get the chance, we'll do better introductions another time!

Metal dashed off as OMT!Tails fled to the other direction to find Melody. The fight continued with the Hues of Metal working together to fend off LM!Sonic, who put up one heck of a fight against all seven of them.

Mecha Sonic Mk. II: Hold still so we can destroy you already, creep!

Mecha-Knuckles: Here I come!

Mecha-Knuckles tackled LM!Sonic into a laser barrier area, accidentally getting himself stuck with LM!Sonic in that same area as Metal and Prototype caught up.

LM!Sonic: Lights out, "knuckle-head"!

LM!Sonic, energised by a fraction of each Chaos Emerald, threw a water bolt at Mecha-Knuckles, who promptly began malfunctioning.

Mecha-Knuckles: Oh, this is b-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!

And then he exploded as LM!Sonic turned his attention to the barriers locking him inside.

Metal Sonic: So you think you can define how we go about our lives?! Sicko. Prototype, hit that lever!

Prototype did so, setting off the pistons to attack LM!Sonic with.

Prototype: That should hold him for a bit, but not for long.

Metal Sonic: Then we'd better up our game!

Metal's eyes flickered as he prepared to get serious. Over with OMT!Tails, he raced full-speed toward a pair of Motobugs hauling Melody away, smashing them both and freeing the critters inside.

OMT!Tails: Gotcha!

Melody: Huh?! Are you another of those robots?!

OMT!Tails lowered his disguise to reveal his true identity.

OMT!Tails: No. I'm Tails!

Melody: Another version of my dad?

OMT!Tails: Yeah. And I'm getting you back out of here to find your brother.

Melody: Thanks. That means a lot.

However, Metallix was coming back to find OMT!Tails, realising that he got duped before.

Metallix: Hey! Nobody said you could make off with that prisoner, fox!

OMT!Tails: Uh, Metal did earlier.

Metallix: What?! You mean-?! GRR! I'm literally surrounded by idiots here! I'll deal with you myself while they're dealing with that Sonic!

Metallix charged at them as they bolted it through the base. One of the rooms they had to escape through was a storage compartment of boxes, and when they knocked some over on the way out, out spilled a few Dancing Bananas onto the floor as Metallix slowed down.

Metallix: What do you think you're doing?! That took me four weeks to fully sort out! Don't either of you know the dangers of a Danc... ing...?!

Metallix realised too late he was in range of the knocked over bunch that were about to explode.

Dancing Bananas (all at once): I LIKE CEREAL!

Metallix: GAH-!

BOOM!

Outside, the explosion rocked the area Tails and Melody were escaping to.

Melody: We tripped BOMBS in there?

OMT!Tails: I didn't see what was in those crates.

Metallix boosted at full speed, knocking OMT!Tails into a wall and causing the bleeding eyes to show again.

OMT!Tails: Oh, no...

Metallix: You may have duped the other robots, but I'm smarter than the rest of them!

He got ready to do one last attack to kill OMT!Tails.

Metallix: Any last words, Miles Prower?!

OMT!Tails: Well, um... Super Mario Bros. Z still isn't canon?

Metallix reacted in shock to that, trying to charge at OMT!Tails...

Metallix: Shi-!

...before disappearing into thin air.

OMT!Tails: Phew!

Melody: How did you do that?

OMT!Tails: Guess it's something that upsets him. Let's make tracks before he reappears again!

OMT!Tails activated a warp ring to get them out.

Melody: Oh! Before we go...

OMT!Tails: Huh?

Melody wiped under his eyes for him.

OMT!Tails: I was about to do that, but... thanks!

Melody: Anytime!

They made their leave. Back where the battle was, Metal was managing to wipe the floor with LM!Sonic on his own.

LM!Sonic: GAH! How?!

Metal Sonic: They don't call me Metal Sonic for no reason! Now, you wanna clear it back where you came from, or do we have to incinerate you or capture you to siphon your power?

LM!Sonic twitched on the spot, a slasher smile sporting to show that his sanity was dwindling fast.

LM!Sonic: Heheheheheheh... Alright, scrap can! You wanna kill me? Well, too bad, freak!

He unleashed a massive shockwave that knocked the 5 robots backwards.

LM!Sonic: No being will be able to stop me once my foothold on the multiverse is secured, not even any of those miserable "ultimate lifeforms". All WILL follow their destinies, or risk their universe falling apart. I'll play with you metal menaces some other time.

LM!Sonic left through a portal, Metal realising LM!Sonic's true plan and rushing to relay it to OMT!Tails. In the landscape between worlds, OMT!Tails got the call.

Metal Sonic: Steel! It's Metal Sonic! That evil Sonic knows what you're trying to do! And he's slipped out of our world!

OMT!Tails: Oh, man... Did he say anything about what he's planning?

Metal Sonic: He said about wanting EVERYONE to follow their "destinies", lest their universes get destroyed...

OMT!Tails: Of course he'd crank that mindset up to eleven... I'll see what I can do about him! In the meantime, Metallix got a bit delusional, so don't believe anything he says about me being some real Tails.

Metal Sonic: Uh, okay? Well, all's fair between us, I suppose, and since you were pretty friendly, it's a deal!

OMT!Tails: Sweet! I also left you something in a secret spot for if you feel like using it. Just... don't let it slip to anyone else that I gave it to you.

Metal Sonic: A secret spot? Well, I guess I'll look into it... See you around, kid.

The transmission cut off.

Melody: You left something there?

OMT!Tails: A dimension-travelling watch that can link him straight to the Quill Society. He will need cooling off since there's so many Sonics there, though.

Melody: A Quill Society?

OMT!Tails: A huge club full of heroes from different universes, akin to ours!

Melody: Sweet!

OMT!Tails: Well, I'm gonna get you back to your brother and another me, whilst I lose the evil Sonic in one more dimension. I'll rendezvous back with you once I've done that!

OMT!Tails prepared to warp Melody straight there.

Melody: Alright. Good luck, alternate dad!

She was warped away as OMT!Tails continued onwards, unknowingly also being followed by Blitz!Tails who noticed where he was going.

[nnseriku]

𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 // [ⁿᵃⁿᵃˢᵉ ʳⁱᵏᵘ]

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : ᵒʰ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ ʷⁱˢʰᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ.

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘥 ! [ʸᵒᵘ/ʸᵒᵘʳ/ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ]

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ'ᵐ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗʸ ˢᵒ:] ʰᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃˢ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵃˢ ⁱ ᵈᵒ! ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ'ˢ ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ! [ⁿᵃᵐᵉ] ʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱˢ ᵏⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿ ᵃˢˢʰᵒˡᵉ ^^;

The cold breeze brushes against you two as you guys take a walk at the park under the bright moon.

Riku's the one who's doing the talking while you listen and respond here and there with hums. usually it'd be mostly you talking but that has changed a couple of days ago.

no matter how close you guys were together physically, you've been so distant with him. your mind was running elsewhere while your warmth was just right next to his.

he notices this and tried ignore it. he doesn't wanna accept the truth. Riku knows it's selfish of him but sometimes to survive this cruel world, you'll have to put yourself first in some situations.

it's so out of character for him and he knows it too but this will probably be the only chance he gets. he'd be lying if it doesn't make him concern or sad. no, he'd always think about how you're acting.

Riku's first thought would've been because he did something wrong if it weren't for the fact that he knows what's bothering you.

you guys' relationship started right after your break up with Tenn. it started with him comforting you and it ended with his lips on yours. from then, you guys started getting more closer.

he has always like you. he had feelings for you way before you dated Tenn. so now that he got to be in this relationship with you, he can't help but be a little selfish.

but he also knows he can't hold you back forever.

Riku's steps halted to a stop, his head drops to stare at the pavement below him in sadness. you were suddenly cut off from your thoughts when you realize he stopped walking.

“Riku?” you called out to him in confusion. “are you okay..?” you tilt your head but didn't bother closing in the distant between you two even though you were just at least 4 feet away.

“[name].. you'll be honest with me right?” the male started, earning a hum from you. “am I holding you back from anything?” his voice meekly said in concern.

your face turned into a saddened one in realization. “i'm sorry..” you look down in disappointment. how could you be thinking about someone else when he's right in front of you?

“it's okay. i've always expected it will happen anyway” he looked up to your figure with a sad smile. “was i lacking anything..?” Riku asked, his eyes not leaving you while you avoid his gaze.

“no, it's my fault. you've been more than enough but i just.. can't get over him” you answered honestly and it left a thick silence between you two.

you fake coughed, getting his attention again. “listen, Riku.. i don't want to hurt you anymore because im sure this thought of mine will continue so. we should end it here..”

his breath hitches, it felt like his heart stopped in a moment. his lips pursed before a disappointed smile etched on his lips. Riku nodded slowly, his gaze falling down to the grown before he hummed.

“im truly sorry, Riku” you sigh before walking pass him to go back home.

tears build in his eyes so quick he couldn't even hold them back as he purse his lips. the tears rushes and glides down his cheek as he tried to wipe them away. “ill never be the one in your eyes..”

[lunarrosette]

@misterdadguy made the mistake of asking so here is my full annotation line by line of how ‘becoming the last names’ by will would is a sparrow song

Quick preface/content warning - this interpretation/annotation contains some internalized and brief mentions of externalized aphobia/arophobia and ableism. If these are thing you don’t wanna read just keep scrolling. Also anytime I refer to something as “normal” I’m using this term very loosely and as what society deems as “normal” as nothing is really normal.

Okay I feel like my takes for both the song and Sparrow are important things to preface this so

Song interpretation: I read the song as a critique of traditional marriages and comparing your relationships and futures to others. But this critique comes from the person going through these things despite how they may feel and ignores them to not upset anyone.

Sparrow: Oh ho ho ho, so chronologically, Sparrow is traumatized from his experience in the Forgotten Realms, but develops a more avoidant trauma response to this. This is added onto with the guilt of helping summon the doodler and likely being the peacekeeper between his father and brother. I also headcanon Sparrow and Lark having skipped a grade putting a distance between them and their classmates. This is then amplified as they are already weird kids and now return from the Forgotten Realms as weird traumatized kids. Essentially what I’m saying is Sparrow was probably bullied throughout middle and high school. This is what instilled his desire for normality. I also am a big aroace Sparrow headcanoner which would definitely add to him feeling weird and different and out of place. I don’t think Sparrow has really realized he’s aroace at this point in canon, as I do believe he deeply cares for Rebecca in platonic way but has confused that for romantic love. Sparrow’s treatment of normal is based upon how he was treated in school. Some neurodivergent parents (especially those who went undiagnosed) push their ideas of normality and/or masking to try to protect their children from the bullying and trauma they went through. This is what I think Sparrow is doing.

Don't take the following words as reverence for tradition

I've learned to pick my battles by losing most I've fought

As Sparrow was likely the peacekeeper in the Oak-Garcia family, he may have not picked battles but it likely always felt he lost them. There was likely never any real point of Henry and Larks arguments other than to argue and Sparrow was commonly in the crossfire trying to keep peace. So he’s learned what arguments to try to ease and what to stay out of completely

The more mores subverted, the more I sense I'm missing

That sense of real normality Sparrow craves, the more he subverts tradition the more he feels he’s missed a “normal life”, pretty straight forward with this one

And I'll always do it my way, even if that's just the same way I was taught

I feel this applies a lot with parenting as his approach is a lot like a mix between Henry and Barry’s style. While Sparrow does genuinely care and love Normal and tries to parent him in a way similar to Henry, he still has that condescending nature he likely picked up from being exposed to Barry. It also applies to their philosophy with the doodle, Sparrow did not seem super accepting to change, just kill the doodler because that’s what Lark told me.

I'll bring home the bread and you'll stay home and bake it

Again playing into traditional roles in marriages, the normalcy Sparrow wants.

Weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss

As a younger person Sparrow likely had lots of dreams of things he would want to do but because of his own shift in ideals he’s given up on them, depending on how you takes these lyrics those given up milestones could be the owns gathering moss as a gravestone would

Crack a smile at my vows, and whisper "wow, can you believe we really made it?"

As I give up on dodging rice, and fold my cape, I say "obviously not"

I think this idea of a normal marriage is something Sparrow never wanted until much later and life and by that point he may have given up on himself that he was able to do so. This also plays into my own aroace Sparrow headcanon that this is something he could never really imagine but yet it still is real.

But I want to be just like my parents before I was born

Oh can we be just like my parents?

Longing for a sense of normalcy, in the traditional nuclear family marriage before children are born is that “honeymoon phase” where the couple is truly infatuated with one another. Sparrow wants to go through all of these traditional steps.

I know you don't want kids but think about a daughter

We could name her Gwendolyn, like mom would have called me

Again with following the traditional steps of a “perfect marriage” having kids and names that have some form of familial ties

I'm not sure yet myself, but I learned from a good father

Yeah, I mean sure, they messed me up. But I think that's just the gig

Honestly this line is just like the whole moral of S2. Like the S1 dads tried to break the cycle and were good dads, but it still fucked up their sons. And that be extent fucked up their children.

And maybe it's just some hormones that kick in in your late twenties

Aroace Sparrow Aroace Sparrow. The idea that this love he thinks he’s supposed to feel and have will come in eventually and is just a thing that’ll happen later in life is such an idea society instills in us. So Sparrow think eventually I will love her like I’m supposed to

But I have laid a lot of women, and now I'd like to just lay down

He’s given up, back again with the aroace Sparrow. I believe that Sparrow and Rebecca both deeply care for each other but Sparrow just doesn’t in the romantic way (because he’s aroace because it’s my headcanon and character interpretation.) but he’s decided to settle because his feelings for her are the closest thing he’s felt to love i guess its good enough

And marriage always scared me, but I'd like to have a last love

And love can last a pretty good long while. I've seen it around

I think the fear of like these are things I’m supposed to do but I don’t want to once again spreading my aroace sparrow agenda. Also his parents loved each other a lot and like that’s just the last bit pretty straightforward.

Oh, can we be just like my parents when I was young?

Why can't we be just like my parents?

That idea that Sparrow feels like something is wrong with him, that even his parents who were the antithesis of normal could still have a marriage and be in love. As previously stated this interpretation of this song is push my aroace sparrow propaganda and his internalization of it (likely from bullying and social pressures but that's another story)

Tongue out of my cheek now, I'm done pulling faces

Iconoclasm wanes. My cynicism tires

Sparrow begins to fully conform to what society and the people around him expect him to be, he’s lost that carefree and slightly rebellious nature he had as a child, hes done “pulling faces”. He does trying to push away social norms and traditions he’s done critiquing it. He just tired.

But what do I know bout forever when so far, I've been so fleeting?

The nature of his current job as at D.A.D.D.I.E.S is like that. At any instance he could lose his friends, people he knows, place, and himself to the Doodler. But also returns to the childhood trauma of being sent to the forgotten realms and his brother bringing the apocalypse, all of these things happened in an instant and completely changed and took away things he cared about.

Babe, my frontal lobe's done growing; this might just be how I'm wired

Sparrow is slightly accepting this is just how he is. He doesn’t think he can change so he should just accept things as they are now.

But now we're kissing before brushing, smile with our whole faces

Sparrow feels as thought things are moving quickly or out of order because he doesn’t know what a tradition romantic relationship should look like. He never grew up with one with his parents (love the oaks but they are obviously weird as fuck)

If you want a hyphen last name I guess I don't mind the cadence

(Haha hyphen last names and the oaks [oak-swallows-garcia ass]) Also the element of people pleasing the things like “Oh I don’t really care, whatever you prefer” but with something so important as your name

I've seen home videos. I was there back in the 80's

And if I'm just them and they back then could do it, why can't I?

Back with the wanting to be “normal” why can’t I be like everyone else

Just like my parents in due time

Imagine me, just like my parents? Yeah, right

The accepting that he will not be like his parents however this is more to push away them as Henry and Mercedes are not exactly traditional

'Cause I've made more mistakes, than simple empty moments

Summoning the doodler, yada yada, Sparrow has a lot of regrets of things he has done, he feels he’s made a million mistakes

Each one as out of character as you know I tend to be

This is a bit of stretch but I also feel Sparrow may have developed some identity issues from being so attached to, similar, and codependent on Lark. So what really is out of character if he cannot define his, maybe everything is.

There'll be scalpers at the cemetery gates, with all my would-be widows weeping

I'd have forgotten all their names, so why should you remember me?

“Would be widows” is what stands out to me as honestly Rebecca could’ve been anyone, there were probably many other people he cared for in high school that he could’ve decided he was in love with and married. But ultimately these people don’t really matter

But if we grow old together and you talk to my headstone

That is, assuming that I die first, (which is fair) and assuming I don't leave

“Assuming that I die first” it’s likely he would and Sparrow is very aware of that. At any moment he could be killed working for daddies and his family would probably not really know what really happened

Close enough to forever, I guess, to prove what I hoped

What he hopes is that he’s “normal” and by that that he is capable of loving someone romantically and of a happy fulfilled marriage

I mean otherwise how am I to believe?

How is he to believe he he can ever be what society deems as “normal” and “correct”