#I just wanted to show the level of pissed he can get behind closed doors when he's not controlling all that orcubus

[shamanofthewilds]

This warlock can’t even remember the password on his phone why does he fill me with such lust where I MUST TEAR HIM ASUNDER!!!

one of these days I’ll actually finished a sketch doodle

[sahkuna]

SHOW ME HOW

SEPERATE ! sukuna + gojo showing you the other ways they like to get you off— other than their dick. a/n can u tell that I was listening to/inspired by show me how by men i trust…

content warnings: 18+ minors dni, sukuna x afab! reader, gojo x fem!/afab! reader, fingering (sukuna), cunnilingus (gojo), ooshy gushy wet ass pussy (from you, ooo), gojo uses the term "good girl" once and only once!

divider by cafekitsune

SUKUNA RYOMEN

You want to crawl and hide.

The light behind your bedroom’s closed curtains begins to fade and grow dimmer, effectively casting your room into a dark and shadowy state setting for a serene and comforting scene. However, right now you felt anything but calm.

You swallow down another wave of embarrassment that confronts you once you hear the wet squelching coming from between your legs. Despite how you fidget and make a feeble attempt to squirm off the bed, Sukuna keeps your back firmly pressed against his broad chest. 

“Listen,” Sukuna murmurs, slowing down the pace of his fingers inside of you to bring emphasis to the noises you were making. His fingers prod at your walls, curling up against that one spot that makes your thighs squeeze in on themselves. “You hear that?”

Yes. Of course, you can fucking hear it. The room was so quiet that you could hear your next-door neighbour’s conversation if you reeeally strained your ears.

The unmistakable sounds of your arousal and pussy being played with by the hand of another were all too much and all too loud. It was clear you were enjoying this, and you found yourself growing more and more shy the longer Sukuna dragged out stimulating your body.

Fervently shaking your head, you bite back a wanton moan that threatens to pour out once you open your mouth. Instead, you choose to exhale a bratty, “No.”

Sukuna doesn’t bite though. He brushes past your stubborn nature to toy with you some more. You feel the heel of his palm press down meanly against your clit, which evokes a small whimper out from you. “You like lying, huh?” 

Before he pulls his hand away, his middle and ring fingers make a small scooping motion and gather all the slick accumulated between your thighs. Without hesitation Sukuna brings it to eye level, showing off the mess you made on his hand. 

“Look at that...” His thick, long fingers spread apart, only connected by the wet glistening string of your arousal. “Looks pretty wet to me.”

You press your eyes shut and twist your face away from Sukuna’s taunting hand. If you could, you’d bury yourself into the material of his sweater right fucking now.  “Quit talking like that!” you whine, knocking his hand away from your face. “Just… get on with it already!”

For a second, Sukuna doesn’t move and you’re worried you may have pissed him off a little. The only thing to go off of to determine his mood is the slow rise and fall of his chest. 

Then, you feel something. You’re relieved to find that his hand has slid its way back down to your inner thigh. It squeezes once, then twice. “You asked me to show you, right?”

More like begged. You’ve never orgasmed from just your fingers before, often growing too frustrated to keep up the slow build-up towards your climax and immediately jumping to something more convenient and alleviating to get the job done.

You give him a sheepish nod. Your own eyes skate down to where his hand rests, teasing your most sensitive areas.

“So, let me show you.” It doesn’t take him long for Sukuna’s fingers to go back to slipping up and down your folds, pressing gently at the entrance of your cunt before he dips inside once again. 

A warm haze clouds your thoughts, so much so that you don’t realize that the same squelching sounds that you shied away from tripled in volume as Sukuna began to finger you with more fervour. “You just sit there and stay quiet.”

“Ah!” You cry out, when his other hand slips down, the pad of his fingertips roll sensually against your clit. His ministrations prompt you to curl in on yourself and you suddenly become hyperaware of the rising, hot sensation of tension building right below your navel until it finally breaks. “Oh my— Fuuuck…” you heave.

Whatever you say or exclaim next gets lost in translation. With your eyes screwed shut, you orgasm hard against Sukuna. Your back pushes up against him, trying to escape his hands as he continues to overstimulate you. 

“Or don’t.”

GOJO SATORU

“Stare too hard and I’ll kill you, Satoru.”

After the expression of your threat, striking blue eyes flick away from the lower half of your scantily dressed body and drag up to gaze at your flustered, scowling face. 

Your comment hits him like a feather would to a ton of bricks. It does nothing. “To die between your thighs would be a wonderful way to go.” He says, right before doing the very thing you asked him not to do.

Long, delicate fingers gently trace the lining of your lace panties. Careful not to put too much pressure, his fingertips skim the band of your underwear. “You’re too tense,” Gojo comments from beneath you, still eyeing your clothed cunt. “You’ve gotta relax or it won’t be enjoyable for you.”

Your brows furrow with confusion and you shift a bit on the plush bed, seeing if that’s what he meant. “I am relaxed. What do you mean?”

His eyes soften at this. Propping himself onto his elbows, Gojo rises from where he once lingered near the seat of your panties and positions himself so that you’re caged between his arms.

“You telling me you’re gonna ‘kill’ me if I stare at you too hard is not relaxed and you know it.”

Something warm and knowing bubbles in the pits of your stomach, being this close to him aware of what’s bound to happen next has got you in this heady trance. Exhaling softly, you shudder a quiet, “I know.”

White wisps of his hair tickle your cheeks when he presses a chaste kiss below your ear, grazing your jawline. With his lips still on your skin, Gojo asks, “You gonna let me look?

It’s a simple question, but it has you squeezing your legs trying to dull the wanting ache throbbing between your thighs. Your hands find purchase onto the soft white linen of his bedsheets and bunch them into your hand. You offer Gojo a steady nod.

“Yeah?” He inquires to which you nod again, watching with unwavering eyes as Gojo lowers himself back down to where he was between your legs. “Yeah… good girl.”

Holy.

Your breath is quick and heavy once Gojo closes his eyes and mouths at your clothed pussy in a slow manner, taking his time with you. You’re not even bothered by the fact that he hasn’t moved your underwear to the side… yet.

His fingers are back to fiddling and teasing around the lace. “Satoru…” You practically purr his name, prompting him to smile— one that you feel— against you.

Gojo gives you a few more seconds of his tortuous teasing before he withdraws his mouth from you to tug down the black lace covering your slit. Once he gets them off he tosses them unceremoniously behind him into a random corner of his room.

He rests his cheek against your left thigh and sighs. Glossy, pink lips split into a slow, lazy smile as he takes in all of you.  “Y’know, I’ll still take you up on your offer…” 

Your eyes can barely open, too blissed out and waiting for the moment you’d feel his pink tongue dart out to press into you to gauge what your boyfriend’s saying. “Hah?”

“Of dying here.” Gojo’s hand smooths down from your hips, fingers grazing your folds to spread you wide open for him. “So beautiful. So, so beautiful,” he continues. 

Your body temperature runs hotter when you clock in the fact that he’s talking to your pussy. You’re just about ready to reach your hand down and press your palm against his forehead to steer him away.

“Shut— Ah!” You cry out the moment Gojo’s mouthing at your cunt, tongue sloppily pushing past your folds with his nose nudging at your puffy, sensitive clit. Your back arches off the bed when his tongue brushes up a particularly tender spot inside you.

Throughout it all, the licking, the sucking, the fingering, Gojo’s large hand finds yours and grasps it. While he eats you out, his fingers thread between yours— it's an innocent action, really, but it has your heart leap into your throat. He grips you a little tighter and holds you a little closer with each and every high-pitched exclamation you let out.

When Gojo pestered you over and over about the things you haven’t tried in bed before, he was shocked— and albeit relieved— when you told him you’ve never been eaten out before. Let alone, orgasmed from it. He begged, convinced, and promised you that he’d show you how good it feels to have your breath stolen away through other means.

There’s a fluttering sensation that tremors throughout your body, most prominent where Gojo’s mouth is currently pressed. Pulling away, you peek down at him once more with glassy eyes. He looks perfectly debauched.

He buries a secretive smile into your thigh. “How many times do you think I could get you to do that?” He asks.

If anything, it was Satoru who’d be the one figuratively killing you tonight.

[meownotgood]

inevitable. / gojo satoru x gn!reader, angst & fluff, love confessions; satoru writing practice.

When Satoru comes home, it's another broken promise. 

He shows up well past midnight, with his knuckles bruised purple and his palms rubbed raw. His uniform is a filthy tattered mess. His blindfold hangs loosely around his neck. His head hurts more than usual, his jaw aches from the way he's been clenching it. 

Every window is dark, all the lights are off. The key to your apartment is under the mat, same as always. He steps in and closes the door behind him as silently as possible, he half-hopes you aren't awake even though that'd ruin the entire purpose to him coming. Sighing, he tries to will himself to relax, but his hands remain shaky as he clicks the lock shut. 

"You're home." 

The familiar sound of your voice doesn't surprise him — Instead, like an instinct, it makes his shoulders slump, his muscles loosen. A tingle runs across his spine and his heart sparks alight, he's home. He's missed this. Problem is, he doesn't deserve to miss this. 

"I'm home." Satoru parrots; hand frozen on the doorknob, he doesn't turn around to look at you because he isn't sure if he should. 

"I missed you." You say, ever-so softly. It finds a way to be both the worst and the best thing he's ever heard. Don't say that. 

Satoru swallows. "I missed you too." 

A few seconds of silence. Your tone's gone level. "Thought you said you weren't coming back." 

His hands sting when he closes and opens them. Close, open, they're getting sweaty. He can feel his heart thudding and his breath quickening, his blood boiling. His pulse thrums in his own neck, his throat closes up and he can't even speak. He assumed he wouldn't be coming back too. Yet here he is. 

Turning to face you, Satoru balls those same hands up into fists. This is his fault, and he doesn't think he can fix it, there's just no way. But he can't just leave things as they are, what is he supposed to do? For the first time in a long time, he's utterly lost. 

"I-" 

You interrupt him before he can get a word in. 

"I'm glad you're here, Satoru." 

He blinks. He's got no idea what to say to that. Not a damn clue. 

"You've been crying." You're continuing, your arms fall limp from where they were crossed, "Are you alright? What's going on?" 

Yeah, he's sure he looks the part, he was just hoping you wouldn't notice. He bets his eyes are as swollen and red as they feel, with deep dark bags set in underneath. 

It's foreign. He's never cried like this. He never cried when he was a kid, he hasn't cried even when he felt at his lowest — but there's something about you that's always brought out the weakness in him. Something about you he couldn't explain, something that has him breaking down the whole way here because the thought of losing you tears his ignorant heart right out of his chest. 

Satoru sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. His bottom lip is quivering. Your quiet apartment is getting smaller and smaller around him.

"I'm fine," He hears his own voice and it doesn't sound like himself, "I'm good." 

"Stop it. Tell me the truth, Satoru." 

Satoru. The way you utter his name hurts him more than anything. 

His eyes narrow, he stares at his feet, "Don't worry about me. Please." 

"I can't, I can't when you clearly aren't okay." 

"Come on," He grumbles at that, the bridge of his nose crinkles, a defeated expression takes over his features, "I'm fine, I already told you." 

"Tsk," You take a step forward, "You're such an idiot sometimes, I think you're just-" 

"Why aren't you mad? Tell me." 

You stop, falling silent. Satoru realizes he'd spoken a little louder than he wanted to. His head dips down. His brows furrow like he's the angry one, "You tell me, because I don't get it. I don't understand what the hell you're thinking, I never have. God, you- you should be pissed!" 

"Satoru-" 

He presses his fingers to his temple, he's gritting his teeth, "But you aren't, not even close, you don't even care. I don't- you're so kind and I- Why? Why won't you tell me to leave?" 

He's being childish, immature. He knows, but he can't help it. He can't wrap his head around why you're still here. Why you've stayed, why you've greeted him at the door like everything is normal after he told you he was never coming back — This'll be the last time I see you. It's for your own good. — He's tried everything to push you away, and yet none of it has worked. Nothing. 

Satoru could never be close to you. He wants to be, God does he want to be. But he can't, you can't. You'll be targeted. You'll wind up assassinated. The strongest sorcerer has always been the strongest when he's all alone. Satoru fears the day will come where he won't be strong enough to protect you. You make him far too soft, and this world is too cruel and too dark to allow any glimmers of light. 

And you understand that, don't you? 

His eyes flicker up, he scans your face, your expression unreadable. You offer him the faintest smile, and you answer. 

"For the same reason you haven't left yet." 

You've always understood. From the moment you met him, you've known. 

You're aware of the consequences. You know what could happen to you. And you know damn well Satoru could disappear at any time; it's part of who he is, what he has to become. You've stuck by his side at every opportunity regardless. He's important to you. He's good at his core. To you, Gojo Satoru is the most pleasant dream you've ever had, an unreachable star — The universe he lives in is so far from your own and yet no-one has ever understood you more than him. 

You're the one who knows all of his secrets, and him with yours. Sometimes he thinks you know him better than he knows himself. Even when he leaves, even when he's gone off on another mission all alone with no sign of when he'll return, you'll be here, waiting for him. You'll hug him close and tell him you missed him, every single time. 

This is his doing. All of this is. He's an idiot. 

Satoru keeps his gaze focused on you: wavering skies of blue, cloudy with hesitance. You step in closer, your voice is much quieter. 

"I'm not mad at you." You reach forward, taking his hands, squeezing them. His breath can't help but hitch. He's been waiting for your touch for a long time now. You don't comment on the bruises, you're used to them. "I care about you too much for that, you know?"

"I know," Satoru rubs your knuckles with his thumbs, he lets go of a long, trembling breath, "I know." 

"Stay for the night." You ask, and between his gnawing ache to have you close and the way you lace your fingers with his own, grasping tenderly — his battered hands in your delicate hold — he doesn't think there's ever a world where he could say no. "Just for tonight, okay? We can figure things out." 

"I'll stay. I'm sorry," He blinks away the water welling up beneath his lashes, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you, I- I'm just so sorry." 

"It's okay. I've already forgiven you." 

"I won't leave like that again. I promise. I promise you." 

Your palm finds his cheek. He leans into your touch, he wants to collapse. 

You were the one who showed him peace could be more than only fleeting, but he's the one who was foolish enough to get so attached to you. And right now, he's the one who just can't manage to let you go. 

This same vicious cycle is what he's fallen into, he comes back to your arms only to leave again and again. It'll keep going like this until you get sick of it all, or until something takes you away from him. He hates it. He's always hated it more than anything, hasn't he? He wants to savor your presence for as long as it'll last, he doesn't want to keep leaving like this, he doesn't want to lose you. 

The reason why you're still here is the same as his own. It's why he can't leave you, why he could never leave you, no matter how hard he tries. It's because — 

"I love you." 

The huge weight he'd been carrying for God knows how long finally shifts off of his shoulders — like releasing a held breath, like pieces lining into place. His vision blurs at the edges, he doesn't understand the gravity of what he's just said until seconds later, when it's too late to go back and when you're staring at him wide-eyed, caught in surprise.

There's a look behind his eyes that's hopeful, soft, scared. He's shaking again, from his shoulders to his hands. "Shit, I really shouldn't say that, huh?"

Satoru hides those hints of nervousness behind his usual smile, he huffs a half-hearted sort of laugh, he brings a palm to his face and covers it, "Ahhhh, you're right, I'm an idiot. You're… important to me, that's all I'm trying to say. I still don't know what I'm going to do, I can't risk putting you in danger. But I'll figure something out. I owe it to you." 

For a couple of moments, you don't speak. Satoru listens to the pound of his heart in his ears. He'd break the silence if he knew of anything better to say. Then, you close the distance between him and yourself, and he notices, but he isn't about to stop you. 

You're reaching for him and he's letting it happen; you embrace him, wrap your arms around him tight, and he's sinking, falling. Finally. He's needed this so much. 

Hesitantly at first, he allows himself to hold you back, and then hard, he embraces you almost desperately. Curled over your form, he rests his forehead on your shoulder, he squeezes you firm, he melts into your arms. He's all around you, he relaxes fully for the first time in ages and allows his muscles to grow weary, heavy.

You're warm. Your palm rubs his back in gentle circles, Satoru draws in a slow and shuddering breath between pouty lips like a child. 

Your words are everything he's always wanted to hear. 

"I love you too." 

He can't help but smile, can't help but feel the apples of his cheeks growing warm, "Yeah? I love you more." 

You smirk even though he can't see it, your palm reaches the back of his head and you press him closer, so close he thinks he might implode. 

A pause. "I'm scared, to tell you the truth." He confesses, "I don't want to hurt you." 

His chest is aching, just at the thought. Your fingers meet his soft hair and he sighs deeply, he holds you like he'd fall to pieces if he let go. 

You mutter quietly, earnestly, "You could never hurt me. Not ever." 

Satoru grips the back of your shirt hard. "Could curse you pretty bad, though." 

Your voice curls right into his ear. "Think so?" 

Slowly, deliberately, you start to pull away from him, just enough to lock his gaze with yours and hold his chin between two of your fingers. He's in a trance as you drag him closer, your head tilting, free hand teasing when it ghosts the back of his neck. 

Perhaps he knew he'd give in to you from the very beginning. Maybe he's stupid for this. He's always been such a fool for you. But he'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and by his side, he's already decided. He'll love you as much as someone who never could possibly can. Whatever it takes. 

"If you're gonna curse me-" You're leaning in, he follows your pull; his eyelids flutter closed, his head is so dizzy he feels light, his nerves throb with anticipation. His plush lips brush yours and you speak right up against them. 

"... At least make it count." 

And when you kiss, Satoru's finally reached right into heaven. 

his character is hard to write. but I'm learning... I think

[sirenmoth]

Sweet Melody

Ghost x Fem!Reader x König

Synopsis: Ghost and König show you how you belong to

CW: DUBCON, established relationship, begging, manhandling, mention of breeding, breeding, double penetration, anal fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, rough sex, hate sex?, mention of brusies, slight edging, possesive ghost, possesive köing, possesive sex, spanking, alpha/beta/omega dymanics, ABO dynamics, slight malipulation?, dumbification, sir kink, size kink, biting, voyerisum, dom/sub dynamics, hair pulling, polygamy, throuple, brief pussy slapping, overstimulation, you're not caught but EVERYONE knows, mention of bruises, a few degrading words Request by @oxbunnehxo

"God, i can smell them on you, it's fuckin' disgusting" the lieutenant alpha growled as he pushed you in some random closet just down the hall from where the teams were celebrating a successful joint mission, König and Ghost brought you along as a plus one, and because you begged to meet their teammates. They courted you when you were a medic in the military, the two giants took a liking to you nearly immediately, using their over-powerful scent to court you and scare away any other potentail suters. They provided for you and cared for you, showing they would make good mates, pampering you until you became their sweet doclie omega.

Gasping as Ghost pushes you front to the closet wall, trapping you with his body, leaning down to your ear level "Ya think that was funny? Throwing yourself over them like some common slag?" he growls, you can feel his anger, opening your mouth hoping to defend yourself, that you were trying to make friends, but Ghost brings his hand down over your ass, hard, the smack ringing out in the barely light space. his hands finding a tight drip on your hips to keep you from squirming away, "Johnny was praticcally eye fuckin' you, wanted a piece of you." Ghost bring his hand down again, harder than the last, causing you to let out a small whimper, "a piece of what is mine", he brings his hand down at same time the sound of the door , a thick accented voice rings out,

"Ours"

Looking up towards the door, your heart feels like it stops, the light in from the hallway illuminates an obscured figure, König, the reality of the situation hits you like a train hitting a brick wall. You were cornered in some small, cramped closet, barley big enough for one alpha let alone two, the same two alphas who were beyond pissed and jealous and more then ready to take it out on you. König slowly closed the door behind him as he entered, making sure you watch to ensure you know there no escape. Both men stared at each other, like they were telepathicly discussing what to do with you. Ghost pulled your body close to his chest, allowing Austrian mountain man to slot in between you and the wall, his hands replacing Ghosts' death grip on your hips.

König was stronger and bigger then Ghost, but it would be a deadly mistake to say the shorter of the duo was weaker, both held their dominace and massive size with pride, they knew how to use it agaisnt you, fucking you with a bittersweey mix of adoration and aggression, ripping you apart with their mouths, fingers and cocks only to put you back together after it was over, especially when they got possesive over you, their mate. They would spend hours using you over and over until you were nothing more then a puddle covered in marks, bruises, both yours and their cum, sweat and tears.

Ghost shoves you into Königs' chest, forcing you to arch your back, making you present to him, "Now, pet, 'm goin' to give you ten and you will count after each one, if i hear a single bratty comment from you, you'll get more, affirmative?" Ghost speaks, a silent order to behave, to take it like a good omega. Nodding your head in agreement when a yelp is pulled from your throat due to another harsh slap, "I want a verbal response, love" giving the irritated flesh a light squeeze.

"Yes, sir" you whimper out, knowing where this is going to go and how it's going to end.

Before you're able to take a breathe to ease your nerves, a loud smack rings out, harder then the previous ones, rougher, harsher. You whine at the sting of the slap and the fabric of your pants rubbing agaisnt the redded flesh, "O-one" you mange to get out, the feeling of gloves burning into hips causes you to jump.

"What do you say, Hase?" Somehow you almost forget about the man holding you up, god you can hear the smirk in his voice, "Thank you, sir" earning a lgrowl of approval from both of them, a few more quick smacks are given, Ghost alternating between each cheek, you swallow air as you shakily count "Two...t-hree, fo-four", thanking your mates after each one.

The Austrian man pawing at your hips helped distract you from the British man breathing down your neck, until a gloved hand finds its way around your neck, gently pulling your head up to check on you, to check if you're ok, giving make a soft smile as Ghost pulls his mask up to his nose and presses himself againt you freshly abused ass. Placing a gentle kiss to his claim mark, Köings' was in the same location on the opposite side. He pulled his mask and attacked your mouth in an open kiss while Ghost nipped at your neck, leaving fresh marks, out of the two of them he was always the mouthy one.

Ghost grinds against your ass, sending waves of stinging pain and unregulated pleasure to your brain, their scents clouding your senses and thoughts, easing you into a false sense of secuity. König started to unbuckle your belt and barely gets your jeans down your thighs before Ghost shoves a gloved hand in between them and presses two fingers against your slit. "It is stupid to think you are getting what you want to easily," his voice was loud and hard to ignore, laced with a thick austrian accent, a strict contrast between Ghosts' slightly more quite and gravelly one, accompanied with his own heavy manchester accent.

A loving hand makes its way through your hair, you bath in it until you head is pulled back from its place on Königs' chest "You have to beg for it, hase" He rasps, eyes boring into yours, an attempt to hide you face is cut short by Ghost, "He said beg", already growing tired with this so called bratty behaviour. Swallowing your tongue, attempting to calm your nerves for the second time tonight.

"Please, i'm sorry, i was trying to make friends" you beg, tears swelling at the corners of your eyes, "I-I didn't mean to, please...please". A sign was heard but you couldn't tell who it came from, a kiss was placed on your scalp, a quiet message before your trousers and panties were ripped down your legs and thrown by the closed door, follwed by your shirt and bra, "We know, hase, but we stiil need to make sure they know your ours" König explains, you relax a little knowing they weren't fully mad. He move a gloved hand from your hips to your thigh and pulls it up and on his waist, keeping it in a tight grip, the other leg barely touching the ground, having to be on tip-toes to keep balanced as Ghost toys with you. Enough pressure to feel his fingers dancing over your sweet bundle of nerves but not enough to bring pleasure, Königs' hands on your thigh and hip preventing you from grinding agaisnt them.

The Brit removes one of his gloves, safely securing it in his pocket, then bringing his fingers to your entrance, circling it to collect as much slick on his fore and middle fingers, slowly entering his fingers into you, filling you up. He moves foward more, using their size against you, restraining you in the middle as they take you apart, dragging his fingers in and out, prolonging your punishment. Both men look at each other, then down a you, coming to the same idea. A sudden jolt of pain rips through you as they bite you, hard, right over their respective marks, restating their claim.

You are their, and everyone must know it.

The other participants attending could probably smell and hear what was happening, König calmly moves high fingers up and down your thigh, moving his hand from your hip to your neglected clit, before removing the glove, following the same method as Ghost, collects some of your slick and moves his fingers towards you ass, entering it without warning, you're unable to move as you take their thick, rough fingers. letting them strech you out.

Once they've deemed you streched and prepped enough, they remove their finger, earning a whimpering moan from, Ghost quickly slaps your clit for it, silently telling you to keep quite, that was for later. You waited with shallow breathes as the sound of your alphas remove themsleves from their pants, the soft sound of precum being spread over their cocks, Ghost collects moreof your slick and spreads it over your back enterance. Slowly you move your hands, wanting to feel them, feel them in your hands, in your mouth, inside you.

That fantasy was short lived as Ghost pins your hand behind you back and you freeze, like prey caught by a predator, "Did you think you'd get away with that?" He husks in your ear, both alphas soak in your whines and you feed you their cocks, inch by inch, until their flush against your skin.

Then they still.

You attempt to move, both laugh down at you, watching you try to bounce on dicks, "We haven't done anything and you are already cockdrunk?" the venom dripping in his voice, so you sit and wait, being used asa cockwarmer.

One deep inside your cunt, the other deep inside you ass.

You've never felt so good, swimming in your combained pheromones and scent, slowly slipping into a complicit mindstate, that's when they move, when one pulls out the other thrusts in, keeping you full and constantly suspended in a blissful and cockdrunk state.

König pulls your head away from his chest once again by your hair, forcing you to take what they're giving you without hiding, all the while Ghost slips his remaining gloved hand over your puffy clit, pinching and rubbing it.

Your soft moans can probably be heard from the party, you're sure of it, but at this point you find it hard to care, the pleasure making you lose the ability to think clearly, focusing on what the alphas are giving you. "Moan for us, pet, scream for us. Let them know who you belong to" Ghosts' heavy accent sctraches something deep in your brain, and you lose yourself completely, moaning louder into the confides of the closet.

"That's our dumb hase, can't even think for herself, Needs her big, strong alphas to protect her" The Austrian man in front of you grunts out.

"Mmm, you're lucky we found you, who knows what'd have happened if someone else got you" The British man behind you growls out.

They talk as if you're not there. Not being pumped full of their cock. Not sandwiched between their bodies, drool slowly running down from the side of your mouth, eyes rolled back into your head as you mutter and mumble incoherently, brain shut off, not register anything. Expect for one word,

Breed.

Numbly you nod your head, trying to beg them to breed you, but nothing but moans leave your mouth, unware of what you just agreed too.

Without warning both men pick up the pace, pounding into you with such aggresive stamina all you can out are squeals and squeaks, you're preety sure you'll be unable to walk after this as another orgasm is pulld from you.

You lost count how mant you've had. 5? 10? The sensitivity and overstimulation is felt through the bond and the alphas litter your neck and shoulders in more bites, you can feel more bruises forming on your hips, waist and thigh, there might be some on your wrists by the end as well. You wonder how'll you be able to walk after, most likely won't without a limp, but all that can be discussed later as another orgasm leaves you at the same time your mates dump another load of their cum into you.

But that doesn't stop them, and before you know it, you're on the edge of another orgasm.

"You want to came? Do you want us to breed you full?"

You're unsure who's speaking but give out a breathy, strained moan in response.

"I think we have fuck her dumb" They laugh at you condition, thrusting back into you, set on completing their mission, to make sure you're packed full of their fertile cum before they leave the event.

Growls, grunts and moans fill the space between as the giant alphas use you for their pleasure, pushing and pulling you in every which direction.

In and out, in and out.

Back and forth, back and forth.

The slaps of your bare skin is muffled agaisnt the fabric of their pants, a painful reminder that you're practiclly exposed while their fully dressed, your lower body tingles from lack of use, you can feel your joints stiffening up. The mixure of fluids between your thighs is in a constant state of uncomfortably dry and sickly wet.

"C'mon you can give us one more, can't you?" The man city alpha breathes out, it feels like a taunt, one you can reply to as the familiar feeling of another orgasm begins to build in your belly, squirming to try and get away from the sensations in all in vein as Ghost presses you impossibly closer to König.

"I- c..can't ple-" you can barely get a full sentance out, to far into the throws of pleasures, "Ja, you can and you will" König grits out, his hips slam into Ghosts' gloved hand that found it's way back to you slit. When did that happen? Thieir tatics effectivly pushing you closer to the edge.

"N-No.. it-" Your orgasms barrels through you without warning, catching you off gaurd, cutting you off as you scream from the intensity of it. The last of your strengh gives out, bringing along the last of your cognitive thoughts with it, leaving you limp and twitching. Both alphas growl, deep grunts as they cum a few moments later, deep inside you, mindlessly fucking it deeper into you to make sure it takes.

Feeling like you're floating as they let you go, gently placing you down back on the ground as they pull out, König keeps you against his torso to prevent you from collapsing, Ghost fetches your discared clothes and helps you get re-dressed, telling you how much their going to pamper you once you get home. König gently picks you up, the feels of sweat anf drying cum is making you uncomfortable, but promises of a warm bubble bath is enough to calm you. He keeps giving sweet words in austrian as you feel your sense return. Ghost leaves back to the main gathering to gather any left behind belongings, not really caring about announcing their leave.

Drifting in and out of sleep, you can faintly hear a few words the British alpha is saying, the awkardness and strained responses from everyone there. They all replied in quick words, all very eagar for the three of you leave. Your cheeks burn red after you hear a well know scottish accent say 'not to wear the bonnie to thin'. Burying yourself back into König again at the realisation as your brain connects the dots. They heard, everyone at the party heard everything.

[saratinz]

Fuck Away the Pain

pairing ➩ Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

warnings ➩ break-up, enemies to lovers, smut, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, pet names

synopsis ➩ Based off 'Fuck Away the Pain' by Divide The Day

word count ➩ 1.5k

You think your life is done he took it all with him

You hate Bucky Barnes. But right now, you hate Steve Rogers, your cheating asshole of a boyfriend turned someone you have to live with, even more. James may get under your skin, but the two of you have a mutual respect for each other. There’s an understanding that even though you fight, there has to be some level of reverence for the sake of missions. 

So you drink enough for it to wash away the sin

You sit at the bar in the basement of the Avengers compound, and self-medicate your sadness with your favorite hard liquor. Bucky takes a seat next to you, but you’re too pissed off at your ex to care.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Hey.”

“What, no comeback?”

“Not in the mood for this right now.” You get up to leave, but he stops you with his hand on your wrist.

“What’s wrong?”

Such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye

 “It’s Steve, he left me for Sharon, who he was cheating on me with. He’s such a liar, fucking telling me that he loves me. I hate that bastard.”

“Oh, sorry that happened.”

“C’mon, where’s the James I know? Tell me that I should have seen it coming.”

“I didn’t either, I thought he was changing.”

“Nope, guess he fooled both of us.”

“Hey, what time is it?”

“11:48.”

“I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want to make him feel the way you do?”

“Yeah?”

“Come with me then.” You follow him to the elevator and then to the outside of his room. 

“What are we doing here?”

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

“Just trust me. I know that’s hard for you to do but..” He’s cut off by your lips on his. Frankly, you were just shutting him up, not really wanting to argue with him today. He grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you onto his hips as his tongue enters your mouth. The kiss is sloppy, and you bite his lip in retaliation for him pushing your back against the wall. You feel a little bit self-conscious with your legs spread in just a dress, but damn, it’s easy to ignore it with the way that he is devouring you.

The two of are in such a state of bliss that you don’t hear the door beside his open. 

“I, uhh,” Steve awkwardly mumbles as Bucky immediately lets you down, “she likes it when you choke her.” He gets on the elevator without another word. Once you are in the clear, you two start laugh maniacally. And when you run out of breath, you open his door, inviting yourself in.

“What’s next?” You ask inquisitively as he closes and locks the door behind him, letting out a residual chuckle. You investigate his room, after all you’ve never seen it.

“Umm, I don’t know. We could pretend to have sex.”

Feeling emboldened by your liquid courage, you walk over to him, and standing a foot away you take off your dress, revealing that the only thing you have on under is a lacy thong. Bucky’s eyes widen. “Why pretend?”

You can take it out on me if you like

 “You really wanna do this?”

“Take your clothes off, James.” Never one to deny an order, he strips down to his boxers. You move to caress his abs, relishing in the sensuality of it all. 

“You like what you see?”

“Stop talking.”

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

You move on top of him, lining his dick up with your aching cunt. “Fuck.” He groans as you sink down onto his cock. You start to move, setting a merciless pace. You move up and down, putting your hands on his chest to hold yourself up. “Good fucking girl, using me like a sex toy.” You tighten around him at the praise. “Oh, you like it when I call you a good girl?” You nod, and he commits that to memory so that he has something new to tease you about.

Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me

“Do whatever you need to get off, tonight is all about you.” 

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

“Do you want me to choke you, baby?”

“Yes!” he brings a hand to your throat, constricting your airway and making you a moaning mess. 

Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

“Bucky, I’m so close. Please?”

“Are you asking for permission? Fuck that’s hot.”

“Please! Can I cum?”

“God yes.”

While I fuck away the pain

  With one final thrust, he is cumming into your cunt. You collapse on top of him, exhausted from the mind-blowing sex you just had. You don’t even have to try to fall asleep, you just do. When you wake up, Bucky’s gone, but as you get dressed to go on your walk of shame, you hear him in the room next to you. 

You hate the way he fooled around behind your back

“You cheated on her, you have no right to judge her.”

“She knows who she belongs to.”

“She is not yours.”

A slave to him but now with me, no strings attached

“Ha, she will always be mine, no matter what she says. She’ll be begging me to take her back within the next month, guaranteed.” Fucking asshole.

“She’s not an object you own, Steve.”

“You just have to see the bigger picture, Buck, she will never want you.’

“No, she won’t, but I’ll be there for her anyway.”

“She’s using you to get to me.”

But if you wanna use me up and leave me in the bed

“I don’t care if she uses me. I have always been in love with her and I will take whatever crumbs of affection I can get.”

“No one actually loves her. She’s only good for sex.” You are so close to running over there to rip his head off, but it seems as though Bucky beats you to the punch, literally. You hear them fighting, and you take that as your opportunity to get the fuck out and process what you just heard from your enemy. 

If that's what you need go right ahead

You have a few hours to yourself, and you spend it binging your favorite show for the 5th time. You hear a knock at your door and pause your show. As soon as you see it’s Bucky, you pounce on him, not letting him say even one word before you’re making out. “I’ve had a weird day.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” You notice the shiner on his left eye.

“Hey, what happened to your face?”

“Steve.” He keeps his response short.

“That sucks, I’m the only person who’s allowed to ruin your pretty face.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Come in.”

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

“It’s your turn Bucky, use me. Tonight, I’m your sex doll.”

“I’m not sure you wanna do that.”

“Try me.”

Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me

“Fuck.” You’re cumming for the fourth time tonight. He’s been between you’re legs for the last twenty minutes, and he’s not slowing down. “I can’t, I want you inside me.” You’re crying from the overstimulation. 

“One more baby, then I’ll fuck you. Be a good girl and cum for me.” In a matter of minutes, he’s bringing you over the edge once more.

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

He’s fucking you from behind, hands planted firmly on your hips, doing it with reckless abandon.

Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

You feel so good all you can do is let out incoherent mumbles.

While I fuck away the pain

  You completely forget about Steve, hell, you forget your own name while you’re fucked into oblivion. 

Stronger than a shot of whiskey or any pill you take

  It’s been a week, and you’ve spent every night with Bucky. Coping is easy when it consists of sex. Maybe it’s not healthy, but nothing you crave ever is.

Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain

You find yourself below Bucky, again.

Fake it like you love me, Come on baby touch me,

You wrap your legs around him to pull him impossibly closer.

Show me where it hurts, this dirty little curse

“Cream my cock, sweetheart.” Bucky demands, 

Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name

“BUCKY!” You scream, cumming as you’re impaled on his dick, completely out of it. “I love you, too.” You cry out.

While I fuck away the pain.

You snuggle into his chest, and he brushes his fingers through your hair. “Did you really mean it?” He finally addresses the elephant in the room. 

“I, umm, heard you talking to Steve, when you told him you love me. And I guess while we had sex, I just realized that I feel the same way. Then it just kinda, slipped out.”

“This is probably not the appropriate time, but, do you maybe want to get dinner with me sometime?”

“I’d love to.” 

Masterlist / Next part

[kleoyeager78]

Can i request a kento nanami one shot where kentos a cold ceo who had a assistant who is very cute and kind but has a secret praising kink and kento figure out so yk stuff happen 🤭😻

High standards | Nanami x reader

Tw: smut

“I SAID HAVE THOSE PAPERS READY BY NINE IF THEY ARENT YOU CAN START LOOKING FOR A NEW JOB” Nanami yelled at one of his employees before slamming his office door and walking over to his desk.

Just as he was about to put his head down because the way nothing was going according to his plans today had his stress levels so high he heard a knock at the door making him groan, “come in”

“Shachou, I have those papers you asked for an hour ago! They are completed” you handed them to him and he looked over them with a little smile,

“You’re the reason my standards for this office are so high y'know” he looked up at you with a small grin, “No one works as hard as you y/n -San and it’s pissing me off” he lets out a little laugh, but it’s dry. Like nothing is funny to him at all and that he’s quite agitated,

“I do my best sir and will continue to do so for as long as I work here! If you need anything else please let me know and it’ll be done in a timely manner” you looked at him trying not to show how his earlier words had you flustered, you loved when he let you know how good your work was, it did something to you both physically and mentally,

“You’re such a good girl” he closed his eyes and leaned his head back looking up at the ceiling, “Will you make sure that everyone finishes on time? I need to take a long break” you saw that ge was undoing his tie while saying all this and that only made you want to go feral, he looked so hot doing almost nothing.

“Yes sir I’m on it!” You walked out his office and began to get everyone in line. For the most part you helped people but for the other part you just did the work because you didn’t like how some of them worked and you knew Nanami wouldn’t either.

At the end of the day when everyone has went home you still had a load of paperwork to do so you sat in your office and did it not even noticing everyone had left because you were so immersed in the work.

Your door knob twisted and in came Nanami looking at you with confusion, “why are you here so late?” He asked making you finally look up,

“It’s only six I’ll leave in about another hour sir! I’ll be sure to lock up as well” you sent him a smile before getting back to work,

“Y/n it’s eight” Nanami looked at his watch and then you,

“Crap I have less time than I thought” you mumbled to yourself and started working faster,

You didn’t notice Nanami had come behind you until he spoke, “the fact you’re rushing yet your work remains flawless” he praised making you flustered,

Your legs instinctively rubbed together and you had to forcefully stop them, “Thank you sir” you tried really hard to tame yourself but at this point you were sure he knew what he was doing to you because he stayed closed to you not saying anything and of course he could’ve just been observing your work but only a fool wouldn’t be able to see the affects this man had on your body and you knew for a fact Nanami was no fool,

You could feel his steamy breath on your neck as he spoke, “Are you hungry?” He gently spoke into your ear,

“Are you sir?” You asked a bit nervously,

“Very” he continued to speak gently into your ear,

“I can go get you food after I’m finished with this paper it’ll only take a minute. Did you have in mind something you wanted to eat?” You asked rushing to finish your work.

“You” he said with no hesitation. After saying that he straightened his back and put each one his arms on the side of your desk while standing behind your chair basically trapping you in between him.

“Sha-“ you started to speak but he quickly cut you off,

“You didn’t think your flustered faces and body language went unnoticed by me did you?”

You tried to stand up and he noticed this so he moved out your way and rolled your chair out of his way. You looked at him with shock all over your face, “Sir I-I” he cut you off with a kiss that you didn’t deny,

“Call me kento.” He said cupping your thighs and placing you on the desk. He spread your legs so that he could be in the middle of them, he place his hand on the back of your neck and pushed you into another kiss it’s not like it was hard for him to do so though, you barely could keep up with what was happening but you sure didn’t mind Nanami touching your body.

Nanami started to move down to your neck and you tilted your head back to give him more access,

As he sucked on your neck he couldn’t help but admire the moans that left your mouth, he couldn’t help but move faster so that he could get to the more sensitive parts of your body to hear them more.

He began to unbuckle your shirt and you helped him. As soon as he got it off he was unclasping your bra and showing your boobs some affection too,

You tried your best to keep down your moans but Nanami didn’t appreciate that, it didn’t take him long for him to take off your skirt and panties and have your bare ass bent over the desk,

He unbuckled his belt and took off his pants and boxers “Be a good girl and don’t hold back those pretty moans” was the only thing he said before entering you from behind,

He didn’t even let you adjust to him before he started pounding your pussy with no mercy, he loved the wet sounds your pussy made as he pounded into you but most of all he enjoyed the sounds that left your mouth,

You were moaning so loud. He was glad the only people in the building were the custodians,

“I can’t-“ you moan, not even being able to finish your sentence. Your eyes were in the back of your head at this point,

You suddenly squirted on Nanami and couldn’t keep yourself up so he put his hands on your waist and his thrust only got rougher,

Then you felt it.

Your legs began to shake and you creamed on his cock.

This made him speed up only making your legs shake more violently and also caused you to moan and cry from the pressure,

After just a couple of minutes he exited your pussy and just as you thought he was done and was just going to nut on your back you felt him put just the tip of cock in your ass and he fucked it until his cum was leaking out of him and into it. Some of it dripping down to your pussy causing him to fuck it in there.

By the end you could barely walk or speak, your throat hurt so bad from moaning.

Kento took you to get something to eat and then took you home, he noticed that you couldn’t physically do anything after what happened in the office so he ended up crashing at your place,

He made sure that you were not only feed but clean and that was enough for him to call it a night,

A/n ~ I completely forgot how to write smut I’m so sorry yall I wish I could’ve done better on this one

[billskeis]

im begging make more fluffs anout tom like jealous and sum or idk PLSSSS

ᡣ𐭩 tom is jelly and silly

laughs and cheers filled the room as the five of you attempted to complete the challenges of the game show. partnered with bill, you were tasked to do silly little activities such as cup pong (with water ahem) or darts.

yours and bill’s chemistry were insane!

although not officially apart of the band, you were known to be a close friend of theirs from their childhood. you met the four of them while they were still known as devilish and have been with them ever since.

it never came to mind that you wanted to date any of the members, especially tom.

oh how he was always constantly flirting with you behind closed doors, that being the both of you knew how paparazzi is and how crazy their female fanbase was. it was just too risky to do anything.

not only that but, you just didn’t really like him like that, or you believed so.

you and bill cheered as you successfully completed the task once again, on a winning streak against tom, gustav and georg. gustav and georg moped and whined claiming that the two of you ‘cheated the system,’ but tom was standing there, farther away from the two of them crossing his arms and staring at you.

bill pulled you into a hug which you excitingly reciprocated the embrace, jumping around in joy at how the two of you were just that good during the game show. you got along with bill so well, he was so sweet and pure.

“okay, and now a question for you bill,” the interviewer flipped the postcards to reveal the next question. tokio hotel was scheduled for a talkshow the day after to which you, obviously attended. however not in the interview, you were on the sidelines near the back of the stage, where people still had the ability to see you.

full attention is on the interviewer and bill while the rest of the room remains quiet, “i’m sure we’ve all seen the gameshow yesterday where it featured one of your close friends, y/n, is there something going on between you two? i mean—you seemed awfully close!”

it’s true, ever since that night the media couldn’t get enough of it, it begun trending the night of and the internet is going crazy about it. you begun to get tons of hate, but a good portion of the fandom supported it even though it wasn’t true. it humoured the two of you as you made jokes but really thinking nothing of it. you were friends is all.

everybody giggled and bill just smiled brightly, bringing the mic to his mouth, “nono, nothing’s going on me and—” “yeah actually it’s nothing so can we move on?” the mic was stolen in the middle of bill talking by no other than tom. he started intently at the interviewer to hopefully transition to the next new question wishing to divert to any other topic than this.

whispers filled the room, what was this outburst about? you had so many questions in mind you had nowhere to begin with.

the interview ended and bill was able to ease up the tension and awkwardness that had risen after tom’s intervene. he however had absolutely nothing to say and as soon as everybody said their goodbyes he left the stage without saying anything.

running, you skip towards tom who beelined for the washroom, grabbing his arm, “tom?”

he turned, looking angry almost, but his expression softened upon seeing you. thank god it was you and nobody else or he would’ve lost his shit.

“oh, hey, sorry you had to see that.” he rubbed the back of his neck with his arm, staring off into the distance, you moved your arm that was once on his shoulder to his hand, he intertwines his fingers with yours and swings your arm around playfully.

“is something wrong? you know you didn’t have to do that i don’t care what people say about me—” “but i do! okay?? i do, and it’s pissing me off that the rumours are..” he quiets down, looking at the floor.

you lean down to level your head with his gaze, what’s wrong with him why won’t he finish his sentence? “the rumours are what tom?” “about you and bill!” your eyes widen, this could mean one of so many things and you didn’t know what.

he now grabs your opposite hand and holds both of them, he straightens up his body to be fully directed towards you, looking at you with expectation and need. “i like you, y/n, and seeing you and bill that night drove me NUTS!! this is not how i wanted to confess..”

he holds his breath and waits for your reaction, your mouth was agape, body frozen. THE tom kaulitz likes you!?

“why?” you ask, “why do you like me?” “i-i don’t know! i just do, it feels right, y’know?” he brings one of your hands to his chest to feel his heartbeat. and man, when i tell you the pace it was going was FAST oh it was fast.

you feel your face heat up a bit, this whole confessions thing was new to you and tom was your first. all you could do was smile at him.

“so?” he asks, “so?” you repeat after him, “can we go out?” “like the five of us?” “oh my god y/n no just the two of us please i never get any time with you! “hmmm i don’t knowww me and bill were planning to hang out later,” “y/n! you’re making me crazy!” “so did your flirting!” “saying that you liked it?” “shut up tom!” he uses your hands to pull your body closer to him, hugging you and swaying you side to side.

if this was a start to a new romance, to which you, ahem, did not EVER have, it sure as hell felt good.

“finally! i couldn’t stand to hear him talk about her anymore! like cmon now we couldn’t even fully finish practice with him bringing her up!” georg complains and gustav agrees nodding, “aww don’t be like that i think it’s cute! my little brother who’s so promiscuous finally found the one!” “but you’re younger..” gustav chimed in, “shut up gustav.”

[tokiwarcube]

how jealous and possessive do you think the guys are? I saw your defensive post, and i was curious....personally, I see toki pretty high on the list, but then again im not too sure lol I can see any of the guys (Besides skwis a little) getting like this (Pickles is DEFINITELY very situational, Like he might get agitated at some random person, but Seth? Oh you know he is PISSED LMAO)

Same brain! They're just a bunch of bratty superstars, and while none of them are exempt from that special brand of jealousy that comes with stardom... some of the boys are worse than others. Below the cut -- enjoy!! <3

William Murderface

Easily the most insecure member of the group, it doesn’t take much to set off William’s jealousy. At all. It doesn’t matter if it’s a random rabid fan, or one of his bandmates, or a bug on the sidewalk — unresolved insecurities will do that to you, unfortunately.

And good lord, is he ever obvious about it. He’ll threaten the person openly when face to face, but behind closed doors? It’s best to halt his thoughts in his tracks with a bit of extra love and distraction, because he’s liable to start spiraling.

It doesn’t help when his bandmates start poking at those insecurities a bit — sometimes it’s unintentional, but other times, they just like to poke the bear. Again, please tell him how much you love him. Stand up for him if they start doing it in front of you, too — it means the world to him, it really does.

Toki Wartooth

Toki has been kept in the dark — both literally and metaphorically — for so long — too long. But you? You speak to him with such love and adoration, that the light you exude takes away some of that sting. Of course, that means that when your eyes aren’t on him, the painful ichor that sits in his chest comes back in full force. It’s suffocating. He misses you.

Toki is a jealous man, and undeniably possessive. He doesn’t see himself on the same level as the fans, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t bite back when a particularly bold one tries to shoot their shot with you. He almost always has some sort of hand on you in public, and when this situation pops up, he uses it to his advantage to pull you away. He tries not to show how badly these little things affect him, instead redirecting your attention onto something else. Preferably, with him in tow. Hey, his drink is getting low, we should go get a new one. Don’t think about how full his glass was just a few seconds ago.

He gets just as irked when the guys try to monopolize your attention, if not moreso. This is doubled — no, tripled — when Skwisgaar in particular tries to shoot his shot with you. Not if, but when. It’s best to shut down both parties immediately, for everyone’s sake.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

I also believe Skwisgaar’s jealousy is more situational — most people are so beneath the two of you that really, there’s no need to feel threatened.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t deeply, deeply insecure. Hell, before dating you, he was reduced down to 1.) His sexual prowess, and 2.) His guitar skills. And sure, you’ve made it abundantly clear that he is so, so much more than that in your eyes… but after literal decades of being cast aside, only ever superficially loved for what he could offer, it’s hard to remember your words sometimes.

So people can flirt with you all they want — he doesn’t care. But if he feels like you’re spending more time with someone else? It’s the idea of you sharing that emotional intimacy with someone else what really kills him inside, and Christ, does he ever get jealous. He doesn’t want to talk about it, but it is very, very obvious. He’ll go above and beyond to get your attention back, but then he gets deeply cold once you leave the room — the guys cannot take the melodrama anymore, and will tell you as such, much to his mortification. Even then, Skwisgaar probably won’t want to talk about it… but you get the gist when he throws a few insults towards the offending party.

Pickles the Drummer

Like you said, I feel like his jealousy is pretty situational. It is painfully obvious when he does hit that point of possessive insecurity, but actually getting him there is… not difficult, but again — situational. It takes a specific type of person doing specific things to set him off.

He’s a normal person when people chat with you, and he generally trusts you to beat back any people vying for your affection too obviously. But there’s some things that just pick at those little insecurities inside of him, and that, that’s when you start seeing the jealousy brew.

Of course, Seth is the height of the jealousy trigger. If his brother reaches out to touch you, it’s best to duck preemptively — you’ll appreciate the view a bit more when Pickles comes in swinging.

Nathan Explosion

Listen — people lose their minds around superstars, and that effect is only doubled when they’re as beautiful as you are. He knows that damn-well, and so when fans try to shoot their shot with you, he doesn’t really get upset about it. Why should he be jealous of some random dildo on the street who can hardly get your name out without stammering? The most “jealous” reaction anyone can eek out of him is a simple “fuck off,” but even then, that’s moreso because the person is being an annoyance as opposed to an actual threat. He gives the exact same reaction when random fans come up to try and chat with him — Why are you talking to us? Can’t you see we’re busy?

No, his jealousy brews when people he actually gives a fuck about start inserting themselves into your relationship. Case in point: The rest of the boys.

He gets very grumpy when they start stealing your attention away from him — half the time they’re doing it intentionally to get under his skin, but he doesn’t need to know that.

[mx-darling-1]

Hello, I can ask for a request.. I could make a fanfic where all the Welcome characters appear in the real world, mainly in the reader's house. Now they and the reader have to share a house and try to find some way to send them back to their world... I think it would be cool for a story

(Bonus: maybe while changing channels on TV, they come across another puppet show)

That could be really interesting! I'll see what I can do! Tw: Wally has seperation anxiety and a minor panic attack

Wally Darling x GN reader Real World Jealousy

Its been a couple weeks since the characters from your favorite childhood tv show suddenly appeared in your house. Youve slowly been getting used to it, although its been hard hiding them from the public eye. Well, Barnaby is 8ft tall after all. Its much easier to sneak Wally around, so you often spend more time with him and Julie. Although, and you would never tell the others this, you definitely preferred spending time with Wally. He was always your favorite character and you guessed that just bled into adult hood.

Over these past couple of weeks Wally had begun to cling to you. As soon as he appeared in your home it was like he already knew you. And, little did you know that he did know you, he's watched you since you were little, and you were always his favorite watcher. The longer he got to be by your side, the more he craved your attention. It was the most important thing to him now. And he almost felt guilty, all his friends were trying to figure out how to get home, but he never wanted to leave. He would even get irritated at his friends whenever they got to close to you or took to much of your attention, overall he seemed very snappy to everyone but you. You didnt seem to notice at all, until the day you were just flipping through some TV channels.

You didnt think it was a big deal, flipping some channels just to find something to watch. Wally was getting some beauty sleep and you were on the couch with Julie and Barnaby. They usually enjoyed more childish shows so you were scrolling through one of the kids channels when you came across Sesame Street, without really thinking about it, you put it on the TV to watch. You notice the tone in the room shift and suddenly a door from somewhere behind you slams open hitting a wall. Your head slams back as you look for whoever slammed the door, only to see Wally staring at the screen in absolute disdain, and you couldn't get over how terrifying it was. Wally never stopped smiling, but it was obvious that he was pissed as he walked over to the couch.

Wally just grabbed the remote, turning the TV off before turning back to look at you. "Sesame Street? Are you trying to replace us neighbor? Why would you want to replace us? We are supposed to be your favorite! I'M supposed to be your favorite!!" His voice was becoming more frantic, and you didnt even notice all the other puppets leaving the room as Wallys actions became desperate, walking closer and closer to you. He grabbed your hands, staring eye level with you although you were seated on the couch and he was standing.

"Wally...hey now..." He became even more desperate, pleading with you. "Please [Name], please dont leave us. Please dont abandon us. Dont abandon me..please please plea-" As tears streamed down your face you pulled Wally closer to you, causing him to go limp in your arms. You couldnt help this overwhelming sadness that took over you as you became desperate to help him, your favorite Wally Darling. "Hey, Wally. I'm never going to leave you, I will never replace you. For you and your neighbors, Welcome home will always be my favorite. No silly puppet show is going to change that. And you will always be my favorite, my Darling. So please Wally, never think like that again." Gently you grabbed Wallys face and placed kisses across it. You could feel Wally melting in your arms as he smiled up at you. "You really mean it neighbor?" You nod softly, smiling at him as you see his lovesick relieved expression. "Of course, and I'll always mean it Wally, even when you guys find your way back home."

Im not too sure how I feel about this one, but hopefully it lived up to expectations! Its a bit short since i wrote more but tumbler deleted it😭

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Love potion!: Denkis deal

Disclaimer this is an alternative path for a Love potion

Context: You wanted hide away from your love-crazy classmates for a while so you went up the top of the roof it was all quiet until you heard a giggle

M/c: Magic color

This fic was made by my good old buddy @lady-ashfade here's the og here

You ran inside and shut the door behind you quickly taking a breath you sighed in relief, "Finally peace" Your classmates were driving you crazy today. The Bakusquad wanted to watch a scary movie with you but the deku and his gang wouldn't let them saying excuses like "You'll get nightmares while watching it!" they were arguing for a while until it became a huge fight everyone was tugging you all over the place when u finally managed to sneak off using a decoy spell to escape and now you're here

You walked to the rail looking at the view the sun was about to set turning it into a beautiful pink and yellow creation the wind blows through your hair you were beginning to feel calm so you closed your eyes to experience the moment you began to hum a song to ease your nerves a bit everything was peaceful until you heard a giggle

you quickly turned around to see Denki all sly-looking his hands were behind his back making it seem he was hiding something you cursed under your breath confused about how he found you buy kept your cool "What Is it denki" you said with a tone of tried and annoyance "Are you here to take me back to bakugo and them and claim victory" "Now now darling why would I do that if I wanna help you" Denki said still smirking with his hands raised to show that he was on your side

you were getting confused "With what exactly?" "Why The antidote of course" That made you whip your head around Denki giggled at that "That got you're full attention-" he was then cut off feeling something wrapped around his neck tight it was you pulling his tie tight to make him go on your level "what do you know about the antidote," you said with a glare that could kill "Easy easy!" he said raising his hands up "ill explain it to you if you just let go and lock the roof door you don't want the others to barge in "

you were you were feeling uneasy when he said that as much as you wanted to decline the offer and tell him to fuck off you couldn't he knew what the antidote is he knew how to cure you're classmates he knew how to stop this madness you walked slowly over to the door still starting at Denki making sure he wouldn't do anything and locked the door and walked back "now tell me" you said and Denki continue to explain "I wanted you for myself y/n I really did that's why I was the one who was cause this" ok now you're pissed"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO MESSED WITH MY POTIONS?! I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO IN THERE" denki did a sheepish smile and scratch the back of his head "I know I know and I felt awfully bad because you were just dragged around by those pests"

Denki said with a mixed of venom and rage in his throat but continued "and borrowed your spell book for a while and made this" From behind his hand was a glowing light blue potion swirling around in his hand while he played with it you were shocked but relieved at the same time you were glad but something was off about it "W-wow Denki that's great now we can turn u and the other ba-" as you said while trying to reach the bottle reaching for the potion but Denki snatched it away from you with a playful yet sly smirk and his grin grew even wider "oh I would but in one occasion..you gonna have to be mine!" your stomach dropped when you heard those words "Wdym by that..." Denki giggled a bit "That means you're gonna be with me silly you're gonna be mine forever and ever and ever!" Denki kept rambling on about his fantasy your anger began to rise even more until you were able to speak up

"Is this some sort of joke..." Denki stopped what he was doing and turned around confused at ur sudden sentence "What-" "You think that making an antidote will make me want to be with you "Denki was taken aback at your sudden tone but glared back "You should be thankful that I made the-" you cut him don't not even giving a shit for his reason "WHY SHOULD I BE THANKFUL FOR SOMETHING YOU CAUSED!?" you screamed out your m/c coming out of your hands not mattering if someone of even ur one infected classmate can hear you "IF IT WASNT FOR YOU NONE OF THIS WOULDVE HAPPENED" Denki stood there in silence head hanging low with a frown he said in a low dark tone "if you won't accept my love then there's no needing this" he dropped the bottle causing it to crash you tried getting it but it was too late

"DENKI NO-" you lunged out trying to get the bottle but it was too late the the liquid spilling across the floor mixing with broken glass pieces in anger you lunged at denki using your vine spell to bound him he let out a pain grunt he let out a electric shock causing you and the plant getting electrocuted as well your body ached and burned all over causing you to stumble around but it wasn't enough to keep you down you ran up to him he tried to shoot electric bolts on your hands that you barely dodge the last one you dodge the bolt by jumping and in mid air you roundhouse kicked him him the face

Denki stumbles back a bit stunned clutching his nose while trying to focus But felt a kick in his abdomen he let a choked "ack!" and fell to the ground you grabbed your wand and aimed it at Denki and without thinking you sprouted out the spell you could think of a m/c like a beam shoots out hitting Denki all you could see was white after a few second you opened your eyes checking to see if anything was damaged but all you saw was denki lying on the floor unconscious

Your eyes widen when you realize what you have just done "oh god...DENKI!?" despise being mad at him your intention wasn't to try to kill him You shook him a few times and his eyes slowly began to open "Y-yn?" he managed to stuttered out "why are we on this Roof and-" he saw you have burns all over your hands and legs "oh god what happened did I overused my quirk did we fight a villain and i accidentally hit you?!" you were you were confused for a moment for a moment questioning why he was acting like nothing was wrong when it you remember your own spell that you hit on denki

It was the memory-erase spell...

[sofasoap]

Come what may.

Pairing: König x  f!Reader ( OC aka “Mini” MacTavish ) 

Summary: family life.

Warning: M rated. Talking of pregnancy and birthing. nothing major. swearing. You are responsible for your own media consumption. turn away now if this isn't for you. minors DNI.

A/N : Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background, while you are there, go read her wonderful CoD fics too!

 “masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

König couldn't stop fidgeting.

What if she changes her mind? What if she doesn't want to be with me anymore? What if I am not the one for her? what if .... " She WILL turn up. Stop thinking so loud." " .. Sorry."

König and Simon standing by the altar, most of the guest already taking their seat now. Simon gave a light smack on König's back.

" You should have more faith in her. She chose you." König didn't miss the hidden meaning behind Simon's words. " Alright, everyone is in place, the ladies should be walking in soon." Soap walked in from the side, taking his place beside König and Simon. You two decided to have the wedding at König's home town.

" You sure Liebling? Didn't you say you want to have the wedding at your parent's farm once?" You shook your head. " Oma is too old to travel, she mentioned she always want to see her grandson getting married. it will easier if you have it at your home town." You patted his arm.

The door to the chapel opened. Pulling König back from this thought. The bridesmaids lead the procession. König's took in a sharp breath as he saw you walking in. You look ethereal. König heard a sniffle beside him, from his peripheral vision he saw Soap on edge of tears and Ghost elbowing him. Stopping in front of the altar, you look up to your husband -to-be through the veil, gave him a shy smile. He took your hand gave it a firm kiss. He swore in his heart, from that day onwards, he will protect you, treasure you, until the end. "Ich liebe dich, mein Schatz"

König paced up and down the corridor. You have been in labour for 24 hours and there's no sign of progression. "Any update?" Soap hand over a cup of coffee to König, who shook his head as he mumbled, " None. Your wife kicked me out and Rachel nearly tore my head off." Soap rolled her eyes, " You know not to piss them off by now." " Why is my wife tearing your head off." Gruff sound came from behind Soap. Ghost appeared with two paper bag in his hand. " Probably getting in their way. Ok, stop pacing König you are making me dizzy!" Soap said with exasperated tone. "Sorry." König finally sat down on the seat outside the room.

Passing the paper bag over, König and Soap took the food out and started eating the sandwich. Suddenly the door opens, König can hear you sobbing from the room. His anxiety level shot up again. He wants to comfort you, making sure you are okay. Rachel poke her head out, shooting König a look and warning tone.

" You got one minute. We have to operate on her soon, the baby is showing sign of distress." König ran towards your bedside. Your eyes were closed, with expression of pain, quietly sobbing. The nurse and Emma are preparing you for the surgery. König wish he could take the pain away from you, or suffer it for you. "Hey teddy bear.." opening your eyes slowly, hold your hand out towards him. König grabs it. You look utterly exhausted from hours of labour. He doesn't want to let you go. " I will be alright. Go wait with the boys. " Now you are comforting him. " But liebling..." " Go. I love you. Just think you will be meeting your child for first time soon. " You winced as another wave of contraction hits you. " You better get out of the way before Rachel threaten to tear your head off again. Not even Simon or Johnny can save you. " Emma warned as she came around the other side to put more drugs in. All three of the boys had been on the receiving side of Rachel's wrath. Simon's wife, Ex-New Zealand SAS Medical doctor, takes no nonsense from people. The two stubborn people met at you and König's wedding, and also to your surprise, soon after your brother and Emma announced their engagement. You were really happy your two brothers have found their happiness. " Alright, times up, out you go König." Rachel commented. " Don't worry. We'll take good care of her. " She added softly while patting on his back. Three hours later, you and König became proud parent to a healthy baby boy Alex John. ... and with Soap crying his eyes out again meeting his nephew for the first time.

Standing by the fence, König fidgets with his finger as he waits. " Sorry teddy bear, but can you please go pick the children up? Things are getting really crazy at work, I don't think I will be home until dinner time." König stiffens as he heard your request. " I know you don't like crowd, Alex can walk home by himself but Riley has to have someone picking him up..." Taking a deep breath König assure you he will complete the challenge task you ask him to do. So here he is, with other parents standing around whispering to each other as they eyeing him suspiciously. Bringing him bad memories of being bullied at school, it took a lot of constraint not to run away from where he is standing. " Pa? what are you doing here?" Alex appeared from the senior school side. König sighed with relief when he saw his son approaching. 16 year old Alex is nearly as tall as his father, from the look of all the girls and some of the boys gawking at him, he must be pretty popular at school. At least he has a happier time than me. König thought. " Your Ma is busy at work. She ask me to pick you two boys up." " Riley should be out soon." Alex look around for his brother.

" Da!!!!" Little Riley spotted his dad and ran towards him. Very hard to miss him in the crowd. König sweep up his younger son into a hug.

" Hello Mäuschen, had good day at school?" " Mmmhm! I'll show you what we drew in art class! Where is Ma?" " Busy at work. I thought three of us can go shopping for dinner tonight. Your Ma been working hard lately." König commented as they walk towards the car. When you came home later that night, you were greeted by the sight of three boys standing side by side, cooking dinner together. Little Riley standing on the stool his brother once used when he started learning to cook, chopping up fruits, while his older brother and father cooking food on the stove top. You smile at the sight. This is home.

"König." " Simon." " So. Your son and my daughter?" "... you got a problem with that?" " A few things actually." "" You two , BEHAVE."" " Well, this is interesting." " You too Johnny. Shut your mouth." "... yes hen."

Soap is a cry baby. They named their second kid Riley. after Simon. Don't worry, Alex carries his uncle's name as middle name. and yes with the age gap, Riley was a happy accident. And never piss the wives off. That's what three men learnt very fast. This is the end of König's route! might add in life drabbles here and there. but thank you for reading! any likes and comments and reblogs are highly appreciated :)

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can you write about seeun & reader & they are best friends and one night they went to convenience store together to get food but when they were about to leave they realized that it was like pouring but reader didn’t bring any umbrella or jacket so seeun gave reader his only jacket and ig it liked made the reader flustered and then like they played in the rain a little then maybe like seeun confesses to reader then they kiss & start dating maybe??

CONVENIENT STORE - SEEUN °

• PAIRING — bestfriend!seeun x gn reader (kinda whiny)

• GENRE — bestfriends to lovers, brief kiss in the rain, a shit show that i somehow managed to write

• WORD COUNT — 730

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — this writers block is insane. Like i have 2 more requests that i ALREADY planned out, yet i STILL am having a hard time writing. Anyways i know this was shit but there prob would be a part 2 (bc of my seeun bestie) so stay tuned

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"Hey.." you eyes flutter open as you feel your body shake. "Go put on some shoes." a voice whispers in your ear, before walking out of your room and closing the door.

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And now you were walking with seeun, his arm wrapped around yours as you rubbed the sleepness out of your eyes. "Sleepy head." He chuckles, ruffling your hair as he drags you to a convenient store.

"Why.. are we here again?" You yawn, shutting your eyes as the bright lights blind you. "To hang out." He simple answers, grabbing a bag of chips and passing it to you. "We hung out yesterday." You reply.

"I missed you." He smiles with a shrug. "And just so you're not sitting down doing nothing all day." He adds, his hands lacing with yours as he drags you to the soda section. "Now do you want blueberry or grape?"

"Blueberry." You answer, your eyebrow raising. "You're acting different today.."

"Because im with my favorite person."

"What do you want??" You cross your arms. seeun wasnt just being nice without any reason; he probably wanted something from you

"To hang out with my favorite person in the whole wide world." He leans down to your level, his nose booping with yours as his sparkly eyes stare at you. "I-" you gulp.

"You two are such a cute couple." A random person comes from beside you, grabbing the drink you were just about to take with a small bow.

"Oh we arent-"

"Thank you!!" Seeun smiles brightly, waving at the girl before taking a strawberry soda and walking away. "Yah!!" You run after him, bumping into his shoulder as you stomp like a child. "What was that for?!" Your arms cross again, a light blush on your cheeks that you just wish wasnt there.

"Aww you look so cute~" seeun pinches your cheek to piss you off further, paying for the food with one hand, opening the bag of chips and stuffing one into your mouth with the other. "Come, come!!"

He drags you to a little sitting area behind the store, stuffing another chip in your mouth to keep you from talking. "Isn't today just nice??"

"It would be nice if you just told me what was going on." You huff, wiping a crumb from your mouth. "Then thats no fun." Seeun opens his drink, looking up at the sky. "Looks like its gonna rain.." he mumbles under his breath, more so to himself.

"It's gonna wha-"

"Lets go!!" He claps his hands, stopping your sentence as he throws the wrappers in the trash. Grabbing your hand, he walks you back to the sidewalk. "I can walk properly on my own, you know." You shake your hands from his, a pout on his face.

"Come on, pleasee??"

"Nope."

"My pookie wookie bear cherry on top-"

"Absolutely not." You cut him off, running ahead of the boy as he laughs. His arms wrap around your shoulders to slow you down, your back hitting his chest as he lifts up your head; his shiny eyes staring back into yours with a silly smile.

"Lemme walk you home." He whispers, leaning down to kiss your forehead when a water drop falls on you. "Eww, did you just drool?!" You exclaim, getting out of his hold.

"No, there was just a drop of water and-" a drop falls on his eyelash. "Why is there- oh yeah its raining." He deadpans, answering his own question as the rain starts to get a bit heavier.

"Well are you just going to stand there?? Its cold.." you rub your arms, turning around to find the boy still not moving for shelter. "Well then take my jacket." Seeun slips off his jacket, passing it to you.

"What, no, you're going to get cold too."

"No, it's fine, take it." He shakes the jacket around for you to take, sighing when you still shake your head no. "Fine, how about we make a deal, you'll wear this jacket and I'll keep myself warm."

"And how would you do that??" You look at the boy confusingly, stepping back when he steps towards you. "Like this.." he whispers before cupping your face, and placing a soft, short kiss on your lips. You get a faint taste of strawberry when he pulls away, his face redder than what he drunk.

"I definitely feel warm now."

[spilledbeans116]

DBZ: The Princess Saga

Ch. 2: The Dance - Vegeta x Reader - 3,385 Words - SFW

// Vegeta x fem!reader // Uses Y/N // Saiyan AU //

Read Part 1 here!!!

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    Brushing your hair was quite easy, and you smoothed it out with your hands afterwards to prevent it from frizzing up. The dress, however, proved to be the difficult part. Your jumper was stretchy and fit your body snuggly, no zippers or buttons required. The satin dress, while still form fitting, required a zipper that you couldn’t pull up all the way. Had you been in your room, where you wanted to be, you could simply step out and ask one of the hundreds of other maids for help. However, you were not in your room and there were no other maids around.

    A knock came at the door; It was actually more of a loud banging. “Woman, what the hell is taking you so long?” The prince's voice rang out, pissed to all hell. What else was new?

    “I can’t reach the zipper!” You called back. The banging stopped and you heard an annoyed sigh. 

    “Just open the damned door and I’ll zip it for you so we can leave.”

    You paused for a moment, making sure to hold up the top of the dress and cover yourself. You tried once again to zip it up from the small of your back to no avail. You sighed and opened the door, making sure to have your back to the prince.

    After the door was open, there was no sound of footsteps coming to help. “Uh, Vegeta? The door is open.” Your tail swished behind you anxiously as you waited for the prince to do something.

    Then the sound of his dress shoes clacked against the tile to you, where you felt his warm hand grip the zipper. He paused as you pulled your hair away from your back, and he pulled up sharply to close the dress. The sleeveless dark blue gown highlighted your shoulders nicely, and complimented the prince’s cape. The folds were soft, and the way the top of it was cut showed off your chest. You looked good in fancy attire.

    You heard the prince turn on heel and quickly make his way to his room's door. “Hurry up,” he grunted, not even bothering to wait as you slipped on your shoes and blue scouter and ran after him. To be fair, his face was as red as a flame and he didn’t want you to see. He opened the door and you smiled as you saw the big bald saiyan waiting out in the hallway.

    “Vegeta, why is your face-“

    “Shut it Nappa now let’s go get this damned thing over with.” You fell in stride with Nappa as you both walked down the hallway behind the prince, with you on the right and Nappa on the left. Your dress billowed behind you as you walked briskly down the hall. The hallway was decorated with ornate gold statues, blue flowers, and sloping ceilings. Vegeta had ordered the walls to be decorated with the ancient tapestries depicting the legendary super saiyan, who’s hair shown bright gold and his eyes a blinding blue. They were stunning depictions, but still just legends all the same.

    “Wow Y/N, you look beautiful!” Nappa smiled at you. As scary as the older saiyan looked, he truly was a sweetheart. 

    “Thank you Nappa. You clean up nicely yourself,”  you grinned. He was wearing the dressier model of your everyday armor, which you had the same version of in your closet. The body suit underneath was black, with a dark gray chest plate and dark blue stomach piece. His tail was wrapped tightly around his waist and his scouter piece glowed blue as it picked up the power levels of the servants you passed.

    “No one complimented my appearance,” Vegeta growled, not bothering to look behind himself.

    “I think you look quite handsome, sire,” you smiled softly as he turned to meet your eyes. He seemed annoyed, but what you could not see was his tail whipping around wildly under his cape and the blush that came to his cheeks as he faced forwards again.

    “Yeah Vegeta! You look all grown up!” Nappa said as he clapped his hands together. 

    “He still looks like a mama's boy to me,” the person stepping up next to Nappa laughed. He was wearing the same outfit as the older saiyan, but his long, dark hair was a stark contrast from the bald man.

    “Raditz! You made it!” Nappa laughed heartily, swinging his arm around Raditz’s shoulder. “Where’s Kakarot?”

    “Right here!” Kakarot smiled, stepping up to the other side of you. “Hey Y/N! Wow, you look really pretty!”

    You smiled in return and glanced over his outfit; it was the same as the one the other two had on. You went to thank him before Vegeta cut you off. “Don’t compliment her Kakarot, her ego is already bad enough as is.”

    “That’s ironic coming from you,” Raditz grumbled under his breath. As annoying as the prince could be, you enjoyed the little group that came with your job. They hadn’t been as welcoming of you at first, but once you trained with them you had earned their respect. It helped that you shared meals with Raditz and Kakarot almost every evening; at least, the ones when you weren’t with the prince babying his every need. For those, a good chunk of the time Nappa joined the two of you as well. It was also a bit of a help that you grew up in the same area as Kakarot, so you sort of knew him before starting work at the castle.

    “So Vegeta, are you ready to find a mate?” Raditz asked, wiggling his eyebrows as everyone but Vegeta and Nappa chuckled. Nappa gave a slight frown, to which you raised an eyebrow at.

    “I’m ready to get this damned night behind me.” He grunted, stepping up to the ballroom doors. “Don’t act like idiots. Woman, stay by me.” 

    You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Yes sire.”

    Kakarot and Raditz opened the doors as you, Vegeta, and Nappa walked into the room together. A hush befell the room and everyone kneeled as the prince went past. This was the part of the banquets he enjoyed; the part where everyone honored his lineage and power. It made him feel strong and caused his ego to flare up to an even higher level of unbearable. Your tail wrapped tightly around your waist as you stared at the bowed heads of the prince’s servants and followers.

    The prince sat on his throne beside his father, where Nappa stood with you to the right of the prince (you being the closest) and Raditz and Kakarot took their places to the left of the king. 

    “You may rise,” the King's booming voice echoed throughout the chamber as Vegeta huffed in annoyance, not wanting the moment to be over. Each separate house had selected a prime saiyan woman made for the title of queen to be presented to the prince later in the night. Out of all of them, he’d choose his favorite, based on his tastes alone, to dance with. 

    “Woman, fetch me-“ the prince began, but his father quieted him.

    “Son, they are not here to serve you tonight. Go and enjoy yourselves, as I doubt this will happen again.” You glanced at Nappa, wide eyed, who seemed just as shocked as you. The four of you bowed.

    “Thank you, my king,” you all echoed in unison. Vegeta said something hurriedly to his father, who shook his head and continued to watch the crowds of high society mingle.

    You tossed a glance over your shoulder at the prince, giving a soft wave as he rolled his eyes. He tossed his hand over the right arm rest and let it dangle beside the throne as he smirked and flicked you off. You stuck your tongue out at him as you walked to the table and began to make a plate full of snacks.

    “Man, I thought he would have been a lot happier to have women swooning over him all night. I sure would be,” Raditz grumbled, grabbing food off the table and shoving it into his mouth. Nappa elbowed him and Raditz began to choke as Kakarot slapped his back repeatedly. Raditz then swallowed sharply and gasped for air as Nappa shoved a plate into his hands. Having served the prince for so long, you had some idea of the manners required for tonight, and Nappa was a saiyan elite born into the higher class and had been taught the basics since birth. It was clear, however, that Raditz and Kakarot did not fall into either category and therefore stuck out like a sore thumb.

    “Maybe he’s shy!” Kakarot whispered, piling his plate high with the finger foods. 

    “No, he’s just…” Nappa looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself as music began to play.

    “He’s just full of himself.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. The four of you took a seat at one of the empty tables and began to eat your food. The table was covered in a white table cloth, with fancy silverware, napkins, candles, and a large bouquet of blue and gold flowers in the middle. The decorations matched the rest of the ballroom, which had marble and gold floors and vases of large plants hanging from the pillars holding up the ceiling. Vegeta and his father’s thrones were golden of course, with the cushions a bright red, standing out in the midst of the blue, white and gold decorations. The thrones sat perched above the dance floor, with marble steps and a dark blue carpet leading directly to its edge. 

    You had to admit, as silly as this whole thing was, it truly was one of the fanciest things you had ever been to in your life.

    “Look at those dopes, dancing around with their noses in the air,” Raditz rolled his eyes and continued to shove food in his mouth, spewing a bit onto the table as he continued. “They think they’re better than us.”

    “They are better than us,” you sighed sadly.

    “Aw come on Y/N, don’t talk like that.” Kakarot frowned slightly. “I don’t think anyone is better than us.”

    “Maybe Frieza,” Nappa grunted, earning a laugh from the four of you.

    “See any girls that catch your eye, Nappa?” Raditz smirked, nudging the older saiyan with his elbow.

    “Nah, they’re all too prissy pants for me,” Nappa chuckled. “Not my type.”

    “And too young for Nappa!” Kakarot laughed, spewing food everywhere again as he shoveled more into his mouth.

    “I don’t know, I think that one over there looks pretty nice,” Raditz smirked, pointing his fork at a taller saiyan woman, wearing a battle chestplate over her purple dress. Her hair was long, and she was the only one not dancing alongside the suitors. She was also the only one wearing armor as a suitor tonight. Instead of dancing, she was laying with her arms crossed against one of the pillars, glaring as the other women made fools of themselves with their silly gala dances. Her head swiveled to meet your eyes and you quickly looked elsewhere, a chill running down your spine.

    “I think Vegeta shares your thoughts Raditz!” Kakarot giggled, nodding his head towards the prince. You looked over to see he was staring at the girl with a curious expression, and you felt your heart falter slightly. You couldn’t help the frown that came to your face. 

    “Hey no sour expressions!” Kakarot nudged you gently. “This is a fun night! We never get food this tasty in the barracks!” 

    You gave a sad smile and nodded. “Yeah I guess you have a point there.” Nappa was staring at you weirdly again and you bristled. “What is it, Nappa?”

    “Do you know how to dance?” He asked suddenly.

    “Nappa, I was born by the city limits in a tiny hut, do you think I can ballroom dance?” You laughed. “That’s like asking if Raditz can dance!”

    “Hey! I’ll have you know I can and I’m decent at it!” Raditz huffed, crossing his arms and frowning while his brother giggled.

    “You can’t ballroom dance to save your life!” Kakarot laughed, causing his brother to smack the back of his head. “Hey what did ya do that for?”

    Nappa shook his head as he chuckled and took off his scouter. “Come on, I’ll show you how.”

    You glanced around nervously at the hundreds of high class saiyans talking amongst themselves or waltzing around the dance floor. “I don’t-“

    “Come on, they all know me here and they won’t think twice of it.” He stood up and offered you a hand, which you took hesitantly before taking off your scouter as well. As soon as it was set down on the table, he yanked you to a corner of the dance floor.

    He placed one of your hands on his shoulder as he placed his hand on your waist. He then grabbed your remaining hand in his and held it to the side of you two. You could barely reach his shoulder, and his hand on your waist felt massive; gods he was a huge dude. 

    “Alright now step in time with me. And a 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.” You awkwardly waltzed around with Nappa, who was surprisingly a light dancer on his feet. His white boots clacked around the ballroom while you stumbled around with him to the music.

    “Wow Y/N, you’re horrible at this!” He laughed quietly as you rolled your eyes and smiled.

    “Gee, thanks big guy. I didn’t know I was dancing with the prince.” That earned a hearty laugh from your dance partner, who quickly quieted down and apologized after the dirty looks he got from the other dancers.

    “I’m only pulling your tail. You’re not too bad for a newbie,” he smiled; It was a sincere smile and warmed your heart a bit as you continued to be terrible at waltzing.

    “Thanks Nappa.” You couldn’t help but steal a glance at the prince, who was now staring at you and Nappa. You floated up a bit and gave a soft smile from over Nappa’s shoulder before he seemed to huff, cross his arms, and look elsewhere. What a cranky man. Then again you’d probably be bored sitting up there too, watching as everyone else at a dance hosted in your honor got to have fun and you didn’t.

   “Has Vegeta always been this cranky?” You asked Nappa quietly, touching down onto the floor again.

    He nodded his head. It was well known that besides being Vegeta’s trainer, the large man also acted as his nanny of sorts; a second dad if you will. Vegeta, although he’d never admit it to his face, looked up to Nappa as more of a father than his actual dad.

     “For as long as I can remember, he was always the way he is; spoiled and grumpy.” 

    You chuckled at his response. “That sounds about right. I can’t even imagine him as a kid.” You had been working by Vegeta’s side for six years now, and you were the first maid that stayed longer than five days without quitting or pleading insanity from his attitude. 

    Nappa’s stare blanked for a moment before a soft smile grew on the older man’s face. “Actually, before he went to work under Frieza, there was just a small bit of time where he was no different from any other saiyan child.”

    “I can’t imagine what that was like for him,” you said, glancing again at the spikey haired prince, watching as he talked quietly to his father.

   “He got over it quickly, not like he had a choice.” Nappa began to smile, staring off wistfully as he thought of the past. “He used to have bangs.” 

    You gasped. “No he did not!” You, of course, already knew this, having seen the prince on the television during his father’s speeches as a child. Yet, you didn’t want to disrupt the older saiyan’s happy memories.

    “He used to act like a kid too, whining for toys and to go play outside. Of course he couldn’t just play anywhere, so he would climb the tree in the courtyard while I watched from the benches.”

    You smiled as Nappa talked about the young prince with such admiration. When it came down to it, it was clear Nappa thought of Vegeta as his son as well. When he was in the middle of talking about how he’d carry the prince above his head and Vegeta would pretend he was a rocket, a tap on your shoulder made you jump slightly.

    “Hey Y/N!” Kakarot smiled. “Mind if I steal a dance? I’ve been practicing!” He motioned over to Raditz, who was now mumbling curse words under his breath as he sat back down at the table and once again began to pile food into his mouth with reckless abandon.

    “Oh, uh, sure! If Nappa doesn’t mind that is!” You replied, glancing up at the bald saiyan.

    Nappa scrunched up his face for a second and glanced in the prince’s direction. “Uh… I guess for a bit wouldn’t hurt.”

    “Don’t worry, we’ll be quick!” Kakarot smiled again. He was always so happy for a saiyan; sometimes you forgot he wasn’t just an off worlder. If it wasn’t for his tail, you wouldn’t believe he was the same species as you.

    Nappa flawlessly switched his hands out with Kakarot’s as you placed your hand on his shoulder. He went over and started talking to Raditz as Kakarot spun you around quickly.

    “Woah woah woah we gotta keep pace with everyone else!” You laughed as he spun you faster.

    “This is more fun though!” He smiled. “They’re too slow!”

    You laughed and agreed but made him slow down anyway. The two of you were getting glares from the suitors as you shared the dance floor with them, but for once you didn’t care. The king had been right; when would you ever get to do something like this again?

    “Why did you want to dance?” You chuckled, staring up into his eyes. He seemed to be thinking about it a bit before he gave his response.

    “I was bored!” You felt like a rock just got dropped on your head but you laughed anyway. He could be really stupid but his personality was refreshing. You began to fill in with the rest of the dancers, all of whom were now paired up with a male servant and dancing around the room, their brightly colored ball gowns that depicted their houses swirling together in a blur of rainbow colors. You and Kakarot were no different, even if your outfits were less grand and your colors belonged to the prince's royal guard. Vegeta thought he had only glanced away for a moment before he realized he couldn’t find Nappa’s tall, bald, satellite head circling the dance floor with you. 

    “Where the hell are they,” he grumbled, spotting Nappa at the table with Raditz. The two were caught up in an intense conversation, with you nowhere to be found.

    “Looking for your entourage?” The king chuckled darkly. Vegeta just grunted and looked away from his father, resting his elbow on the chair's armrest and placing his chin in his hand.

    “Hardly see why you would care.” He grunted.

    “I quite like the two of them together. They seem close.” Vegeta rolled his eyes at his father’s words.

    “Nappa is as old as you father, I hardly doubt anyone else thinks that.”

    “Not him you oaf, the saiyan boy. What’s his name? I don’t recall it… Bardock’s son.” Vegeta’s head immediately whipped up as his onyx eyes scanned the dance floor only to find you waltzing around with none other than Kakarot. His loose grip on his chin changed to a tight grip on both armrests of the throne, the intricate gold designs cracking under his hands. 

    “How ideal. He’s a good fighter, isn’t he? I know she has proved herself to be one as well. Their offspring would benefit our armies an undeniable amount.”

    “The hell are you talking about, old man?” Vegeta spat, his eyes never leaving the two of you. 

    “Watch your tone, boy,” the king frowned. Vegeta didn’t even notice, watching as you smiled up at Kakarot and the two of you held onto each other. It made him feel a pit of uneasiness in his stomach; he felt disgusted by it. 

    There was no way he was jealous. He was the prince of all saiyans damn it! He watched as you stumbled and Kakarot caught you, holding you closer and continuing to laugh. Okay, maybe he was jealous. Not of your affections or the fact that Kakarot was able to hold your soft hands and your curving waist, or that Kakarot got to stare down at you in that gorgeous, deep blue dress. Not that you were wearing his colors and looked as beautiful as ever in it. Not even because his father talked about you and Kakarot’s potential children like it was set in stone. No, of course not. He was jealous his damned rival got to waltz around the floor and he did not. At least, that’s what he told himself.

    “Actually, I’ve thought about it before as well. With you finding a mate of your own soon, I’ve drafted a letter to the girl's parents, offering an arranged marriage of her and Bardock’s son.” Vegeta's right hand snapped off the top of the arm rest and he tossed it to the side as he stood up abruptly. 

    “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” His father growled. Vegeta took another step down the blue carpet and towards the dance floor.

    Kakarot was spinning you so fast again to the point that you were seeing stars. “Kakarot I’m gonna throw up, stop it!” You laughed dizzily.

     “Me too!” He chuckled, coming to a slow stop. “Alright I’ve had my fun, I need some water!” You let go of his hand and placed both on his shoulders as the two of you laughed in the middle of the dance floor.

    “WOMAN!” The prince’s voice rang out, high above the music and the dancing of the crowd. Everyone immediately stopped dancing or talking and the band stopped playing abruptly, turning to look at the prince to see who he was calling out to. You were no different, and a feeling of uneasiness washed over your entire body. He called every female “woman,” but when your eyes met his you knew he was speaking to you.

    “Move.” He spat at the crowd, and they parted out of his path. He looked furious, but the suitors didn’t seem to care. Some bowed to him as he walked past, others curtsied. A select few reached out to him but he shouldered his way past them. When he reached you and Kakarot, he stopped, reaching out a hand.

    “You’re dancing with me now,” he spat.

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Entropy (Part 2)

Part 1 3

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Willow isn't sure why everyone is so angry, honest!

She had spent months carefully preparing for a spell to raise her best friend back from the dead, gathering extremely hard-to-find ingredients and picking the perfect night to do the spell. So it had been the day Giles, who had become suspicious of her constant presence at the Magic Box as of late, was gone, big whoop!

Buffy was back, and just in time, too. They had been able to create the illusion of Buffy keeping up her Slayer act with the robot that had tried to kill Buffy when she'd come to town, but eventually a roving band of demons had discovered the truth. Willow had been mid-spell when the demons came, but she didn't stop until she had completed the spell, being dragged away after the jar she'd needed had shattered.

For a while, she thought she may have failed, but that was before Buffy showed up to save the day. Sure, she didn't really say anything as she attacked the demons trying to destroy Sunnydale and ran off after the last of them were dead, but she was alive! Anya had found Buffy cowering in the magic shop's basement and had the gall to lock the door in front of us!

Giles, in particular, had been the most ungrateful.

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Giles entered the house he was so very fond of quietly, the front door closing with a click as the talking in the kitchen stopped. It's not long before an excited and smiling Willow bounds the corner, running over and hugging Giles tight.

"Oh, Giles, did you hear? I brought Buffy back!" She beams at the news, missing how his smile wasn't reaching his eyes. "S-She's not here, but you're welcome to wait! We have pizza and everything, and I'm sure there's some tea in here somewhere."

"Willow." The witch pulls back from her hug at the tone of his voice, finally recognizing that he wasn't smiling.

"Is something wrong?" The Watcher took a small step back when Willow's arms fell to her side, looking at Willow as if she was a stranger he'd never met before. "Giles?"

"You stupid, foolish girl." There is an iron edge to every word as her eyes go wide, steely blue eyes boring into her own. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Excuse me?!" Willow is vaguely aware of Xander and Tara moving to join the conversation, and is glad Dawn was out so she wasn't here for all of this. "I brought Buffy back from the dead, you should be happy!"

"You did so by meddling with forces that I'm not even thick enough to deal with." Ethan seemed to emerge from behind Giles from thin air, the warlock serious for the first time any of them could remember. "Knew someone was stealing from my stocks."

"Borrowing to do something amazing." Willow scoffed, crossing her arms with a glare. "You should be ecstatic that she's back, I brought Buffy back into this world."

"Having Buffy back in this world makes me feel indescribably wonderful, but I wouldn't congratulate you if you jumped off a cliff and happened to survive." The Watcher was failing to keep his voice level, not feeling one iota of guilt as he climbed from shouting to yelling. Xander and Tara nervously shared a glance as Ethan moved rooms, having grabbed Giles' buzzing phone during his rant.

"That's not what I did, Giles."

"You were lucky." He took a step forward as he held Willow's gaze, and to her credit, the witch did not back down.

"I was amazing, and how do you even know? You weren't even here!"

"That magics you channeled are more ferocious and primal than anything you can hope to understand, and you are lucky to be alive, you rank, arrogant amateur!"

"I'm a very powerful witch, and maybe it's not such a good idea to piss me off!" Willow shouted, the air in the room almost crackling as she pointed a finger at the Watcher. "You don't get to come here and lecture me, not when I did the impossible. I don't want to fight, so maybe you and your warlock should leave and cool off." Giles just stared at her before shaking his head.

"This is not over, mark my words, Rosenburg." Willow flinched at the use of her last name and watched a man she considered to be a father figure stalk out of the house without another word, slamming the door behind him.

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Now Angel was here, vamped out and very pissed judging by how yellow his eyes were.

"We need to have a talk."

"Since when did you roll into town Deadboy?" Xander was the first to speak after Ethan and Giles trailed in after the vampire, hanging back to allow the vampire to take center stage. "Because none of us called you."

"You didn't have to." Angel snarled, crossing his arms as the trio across from him huddled a little closer together in discomfort. "Did any of you even notice Dawn had left town?"

"W-What?" Tara looked at the floor to avoid Angel's gaze, clearly guilty at the news. "She told me s-she was at a friend's house, and I-I wanted to spare her from seeing the ritual..."

"You didn't once think to check in on her?" Angel was unfamiliar with the woman who wouldn't look up, clearly disappointed.

"Tara was helping me with the spell." Willow swallowed, his amber eyes snapping over to focus on her. "We had no idea she was gone, honest!"

"You're very lucky she arrived unharmed, otherwise I would be a lot angrier." Angel scowled, taking in a deep breath before exhaling with a low growl. "I thought you were all supposed to be better than this, that's what I kept hearing when I was in town."

"I don't understand why you're all so angry, I brought Buffy back to us, probably saving her from some sort of hell dimension!" Willow huffed.

"You don't know that." The vampire sounded weary now, watching the witch slowly step away from him to sit on the couch, Tara and Xander flanking either side as they joined her.

They didn't want to be alone with Angel so close by.

"Buffy is alive; you should just be happy." This is the first time Willow shows the mourning friend who had been buried under the frenzied need to fix everything, the redhead hugging herself with a pitiful expression. "I couldn't lose my friend."

"It wasn't your choice to make." The words are painful for all to hear, but they had to be said.

"Is she okay?" Xander looked up from his hands, unsure of what else to say.

"I don't know, but Spike will take care of her."

"Spike is back?!" Willow jumped to her feet as Xander stared in shock. "When did he get back? W-Where has he been?"

"He's been in L.A." Angel finally shifted his face back to its human visage, but he was still scowling as Willow shrank back a little. "We'll both be staying for a little while, which brings me to another part of why I'm here."

"Which is?" Willow eyed him nervously, the vampire muttering something before running his hand through his hair.

"I know you and Tara live here, but Spike, Dawn, and Buffy need a place they both find safe. I'm not asking you to leave permanently, but they need their space and their home." Willow looked a bit aghast at the request but stayed quiet when Tara took her hand with a light squeeze.

"They can crash with me. It'll be a squeeze, but we can manage." Xander shrugged, unsurprised that the conversation had turned to the topic. "A buddy of mine is out of town for the next couple of months, and with Anya and I not on speaking terms right now, su case is me casa for now."

"Good, good." Angel glanced back at Giles and Ethan before turning back to the Scoobies. "Take the next day or two, just call me when you're done."

"Angel..." Willow bit her lip before meeting his gaze full-on. "Do you think I messed up? Bringing Buffy back?" Angel doesn't reply for a long time, just holding the witch's gaze without blinking.

"We'll have to see, that's for Buffy to decide."

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Spike is talking.

It's the first thing Buffy registers when she slowly begins to wake up, feeling refreshed at being able to actually sleep. She wasn't on the couch, it seemed, the familiar sheets of Giles' bed meeting her gaze when she opened her eyes. The last thing she remembered was sitting on the couch with Spike, said vampire currently curled up on the far side of the bed with his legs being hugged to his chest. Buffy wants to say something, but pauses when she realizes those normally bright eyes are glossed over and staring at nothing in particular.

"William doesn't deserve to be so close, doesn't deserve to touch her hair like the sun, doesn't deserve to hold her. Hands are too bloody, she needs clean hands, not the hands of a monster. But she touched us, touched our dirty face, didn't throw us down even though we are beneath her, smiled and held us." Spike stopped muttering long enough to tug at his hair, slightly rocking back and forth as Buffy watched in silence. "Let the girl sleep, let her dream of the sun, not of the dirt and the earth and grass, deserves better-"

"Spike?" Blue eyes flicker over, and her heart aches at the fear swirling within them.

She doesn't like that look.

"Did I wake the girl?" He's barely speaking above a whisper as he watches her slowly sit up. "She should rest."

"Are you okay?" The vampire doesn't move when she shuffles closer, those blue eyes just following her every move. When she's stopped moving he slowly reaches out with one hand to cup the side of her face, thumb resting below her right eye.

"You deserve the world, something better." His voice wavers as he soaks in her natural body heat, something he never thought he'd feel again. "Maybe I can be part of that, to see the sunshine smile brighter than creation, to hold her hands that can tear the earth asunder."

"Spike..." Buffy wants nothing more than to melt into his arms, to kiss away the fear and tears contained in those eyes she'd spent days memorizing. Yet something is holding her back, and she wonders if it has to do with why there was something else in those eyes she'd never seen before. "Why did you leave?"

"To honor you." The vampire whispers his response as he moves, shifting onto his knees so he can give her his full attention. "Give you and Dawn what you deserve, to be a man, a better man...but Angel should have warned me. He makes a show of forgetting, but it's here, in me...all the time....the Spark."

The world fell away as Buffy stared at the man before her.

"Your soul." Tears began to fall as Buffy looked at Spike in almost a daze, everything clicking as she looked at that new light in his eyes, where it had only been darkness before.

"A bit worse from lack of use," Spike's lips twitched in a sad smile, and he used the one hand still cradling her face to wipe away as many tears as he could. He pulls away when she moves to rest her hand over his, hugging himself instead. "I wasn't ready to come back, everyone i-is still in 'ere, talking...everything I did, everything I-" Neither has to ask what else he wants to say, so the vampire stares resolutely at the bed, her quiet sniffles joining the chorus of voices that murmured in the background of his mind. He's not expecting Buffy to wrap her arms around him, burying her face into his shoulder as she cried, though for what he could not answer, so he slips his arms free to hold her close. After what felt like an eternity, she drew back, emerald eyes staring into turquoise before she captured his lips in a kiss, pouring every bit of the love she felt for him into it. She can feel Spike tense for a moment before surrendering himself completely, finally able to understand what she was giving him with so much clarity it could have stolen his breath away if he was human. Neither of them want to stop, Buffy eventually drawing back to give Spike a smile as she keeps close in his arms.

"You're going to stay, right?"

Please say yes

"Till the end of the world."

I'll always say yes

[cresent2003]

First time

Oh Daehyun x Joo! Reader

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Rain covered her car as she sat in the parking lot for the gym her older brother went to.

She was unsure of being here but after getting in a bad fight with her roommate she just wanted to be far away from her apartment.

He would try to push her away and she knew that but she knew how to handle Jaekyung.

He was always mean and angry but was a softie towards her.

At least he was most days.

Blossom grabbed her umbrella before getting out of her car.

She walked to the gym before rushing inside as the massive puddles splashed her shoes.

She put her umbrella in the umbrella holder by the door before walking to the front desk.

"Hello, welcome.

What can I help you with?" the sweet young lady sitting behind the front desk asked.

"I'm here to visit someone.

Where is the team black gym?" Blossom asked.

"It's on level two on the left.

May I ask who you visiting?

The team is preparing for a championship and could do without distractions" the young lady said.

"My brother.

Joo Jaekyung" she said softly not wanting to come off like she was trying to show off.

"Perfect.

Go right that way and there should be an elevator" the young lady said.

"Thanks," Blossom said before walking to the elevator.

Sue went up to the second floor before walking to the gym.

She walked in and was met with her brother almost killing a trainee.

She looked around before catching her eyes with the coach.

"Hey can I help you?" he asked as he smiled at her in a way that she couldn't decide if it was fake or not.

"I'm here to see my brother.

I guess it's been a while Joesph" she said.

"Blossom?

It's been years.

How are you?" he asked as he lit up to know she wasn't a stranger.

"Recently not very great.

My roommate is causing issues and I need to find a new place quickly" she said.

"I've got a spare room at my place.

You're welcome to stay with me" he said.

She looked at him "I was hoping my brother would offer actually.

Sorry," she said.

"Don't worry.

Hey Jaekyung your sisters here!" he said before walking away.

Suddenly she felt all eyes on her as Jaekyung walked over with an unamused expression.

"What are you doing here?

You have your own place, why bother me?" he said as he walked past her to get some water.

"About that.

Maise kicked off again.

I'm not going back there as she just pisses me off.

I'm not letting myself turn into you because of a stupid fight" she said.

He smirked.

"What are you Hoping for?

You're not living at my place" he said.

"Alright.

But if you don't want me there I need to borrow money for a hotel for a month or so" she said.

He groaned "You always do this.

I'm not here to help you out with every single damn problem.

Get out" he said.

"I'm not doing anything.

I'm sorry im having to do this but I have no one else.

You know what this was a mistake.

I'll just sleep in my car" she said before walking to the door.

"Wait.

Until the gym closes you're staying here" he said.

"Fine.

I just want to be away from my apartment" she said.

She turned around before feeling her face drop as Jaekyung walked away.

"Bastard" she muttered before sitting down on a bench.

She watched everyone train for a long time before yawning as her body began to finally relax after everything.

Suddenly a fighter sat next to her.

He was tall and had a calm expression as he drank his water to cool down.

She looked at him as a drop of water poured from his lips to his collarbones.

He then looked over at her.

She quickly looked away before cursing under her breath.

She had never been that obvious in all her life.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she said.

"You new here?

Sorry I but I've never seen you before" he said.

"Kinda.

I'm Jaekyung's sister" she said.

"Damn.

That really shows how much he doesn't like me.

I never knew that and to be honest, no one here does" he said.

She smiled "It's fine.

I don't come here often" she said.

"So does that mean your big bad brother won't beat me to a bloody pulp for this?" he asked.

She laughed causing him to smile.

"Hopefully not.

Sadly I won't be able to help if he does" she said.

"Really?

I thought you would be a fighter like him" he said.

"No.

Oh god no.

I'm not a fighter.

I've always wanted to be an artist actually" she said.

"Do you want to learn?" he asked.

"What?" she asked as she looked at him causing her confidence to shrink like she was.

He was stunning "To fight.

Do you want me to teach you to fight?" he said as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Um..." she said.

"Sure but I won't be any good.

I'm very clumsy" she said.

"Do worry I'll keep you steady" he said.

Why was she doing this?

This was a really bad idea?

Everyone gathered around as Blossom watched the man she had just met wrap her hands.

"I'll be behind you so you can get the moments," he said.

"Ok.

Um, I just realized I don't know your name" she said.

"Daehyun," he said with a smile.

"I'm Blossom," she said.

"Pretty just like you" he said causing her to blush harshly.

"Cool," she said.

He moved to stand behind her causing some of the team to send a few whistles their way.

He wrapped his hands around hers causing her skin to tingle.

His hands were rough but gentle as he lined up with her.

He placed his hand on her stomach causing her to gasp.

"You alright?" he asked.

"Yeah im fine" she said.

She then watched as he began to show her a few moves.

"Go like this and then like this and you'll land a good few hits on who you're fighting.

Just remember to hit hard.

Throw your body into one punch" he said before running his hands down her arms.

If her brother saw this she would have to watch a really gorgeous but kind fighter get torn apart.

"Try it," he said.

She threw a punch into the punching bag in front of her before smiling as she made the heavy bag move.

"You're strong," he said.

"I used to pull my brother off people when he got in fights," she said.

He laughed "How you're half his size?" he asked.

"I couldn't tell you honestly," she said before looking at him causing the world to stand still.

What was this feeling?

It was as if he was looking directly into her soul.

It burned but she could pull away.

"With a few more lessons you'll be ready to beat any mugger up" he said.

"Awesome," she said.

"What the hell are you two doing? Jaekyung asked as he walked up to them.

"Nothing.

Go train" she said.

"The fuck you say?" he asked.

"Woah calm down," Daehyun said.

"I'm twenty-three Jae.

Stop treating me like im five.

He was being really nice" she said.

He looked at her before walking away.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"Hey, it's not your fault.

He's been throwing tantrums all day" he said.

She smiled before looking at her watch.

"When does the gym close?" she asked.

"In the minutes," he said.

"Ok.

Would you by any chance know any good hotels nearby?" she asked.

"Yeah.

Fight with your boyfriend?" he asked.

She laughed "Roommate," she said.

"Well if you want you can join me and some of the guys for drinks and a meal.

I can then take you to a hotel near the gym.

It's all on me" he said.

"I could use a good drink.

Why the hell not" she said.

"Cool.

Meet me by the door in ten.

It was nice meeting you by the way" he said before running off.

She smiled before looking over to see her brother "Do you hate that im here?" she asked.

"No," he said before walking away again.

"Ok then," she said before walking to a bench that was by the door.

Minutes passed as she tapped her foot on the floor before hearing a group of rowdy guys.

It was like a tornado as it came her way tearing apart everything in its way.

"Hey you're still here" Daehyun said as he walked to her in a maroon shirt and jeans.

"Dude I told you she wouldn't run away.

Maybe you didn't scare her off unlike the last one" one of the guys around him said.

Daehyun hit him before looking at her.

"Come on.

You can ride with me" he said.

She stood up.

"Will it be ok if I leave my car in the car park?

I don't have the money to be paying fines at the moment" she said.

"Nah it's free parking.

Coach will hook you up anyway" he said as they walked out of the gym.

She then looked around at all the cars that looked similar in many ways.

Expensive cars were like that.

At least the ones she saw the most of were almost the same.

"This way.

Mines way at the back" he said.

"You're gonna let the young lady walk all that way.

You bastard" another one of the guys around him joked.

"Don't listen to them.

I sure don't" he said.

She laughed "Alright," she said before looking at him.

Once they got to his truck he opened the door for her.

"You don't have to show off," she said.

"I'm not showing off," he said.

She got in his truck before watching him run over to his side.

He got in before looking at her.

"I still can't believe your that picking time bombs sister.

I can now see some resemblance but I still wouldn't have a clue either way" he said.

"Don't worry.

Everyone is shocked it thinks im lying.

To be honest I wouldn't pretend to be his sister even if I wanted.

I'm still trying to get past being in his shadow and all that so" she said.

"You're not in his shadow.

You radiate your own light" he said before starting to drive to the bar he was taking her to.

"Are you always this forward?" she asked as her curiosity took over.

"Actually not in the slightest.

I don't know you're just different.

Unlike a quick fling I actually want to get to know you" he said.

He drove to the bar before they both got out and went inside with the others.

She looked around before sitting in a boof with everyone causing her to press against Daehyun.

"Sorry," she said as she looked into his eyes.

"It's fine.

Move over a little" he said as he wrapped her arm around her shoulders.

"There.

Is that better?" he asked.

"Yeah.

Thanks" she said.

They all ordered a large round of shots and other drinks as Blossom struggled to focus on anything but how warm Daehyun was.

She had to stop herself from cuddling into him.

They all started taking shot after shot as Blossom struggled to realise how much of a lightweight she was.

This wasn't going to end well but as the vodka hit she didn't care.

She placed her head on his shoulder as he took another shot.

"Another," she said as she picked up another shot.

"This is gonna get me in trouble," he said.

"Don't worry.

It'll be fine" she said slowly as she slurred her words causing him to laugh.

They both took about her shot and then another and another before they were almost on the floor.

She looked at him "You're pretty" she said.

"Thank you," he said.

"You know it would be really funny if you just kissed me right now.

I mean we just met.

That would be hilarious" she said.

Suddenly his lips were on hers as the alcohol made the idea of a hookup very appealing.

"Hey?

Why did you do that?" she said.

"I wanted to," he said.

"That's fair," she said before trying to kiss him as she missed his lips.

"You're so cute," he said before knowledge kissing her.

He wrapped his arms loosely around her.

"Bathroom?" he asked.

"I'm no classic hookup, good sir," she said.

"I'll make you feel really good.

Plus we won't even remember this so no regrets right" he said.

"Alright.

Come on" she said as she stumbled to the bathroom with his behind her.

Thankfully everyone left as he would never be able to forget this might if they witnessed the both of them being lightweights.

Daehyun slammed against the wall of the disabled stall as he sloppily kissed her neck before taking off her leggings.

He unbuttoned his jeans releasing his cock.

"So big.

Wow, you're so pretty" she said as she wrapped her hand around his cock causing him to moan as he turned red.

"Put it in.

I'm getting bored" she said.

He kissed her before lifting her thighs.

Daehyun slammed into her causing her to let out a loud moan.

"Good.

Fuck so good" She couldn't hold herself back ad he hit every spot that had her dripping.

He moaned into the crook of her neck as his sloppy thrusts did enough to get them both feeling ecstasy.

He pulled her hair as he shivered against her body.

He didn't have enough brainpower to make himself last longer as he shot his cum inside her.

"Fuck.

Your pussy is so good" he said as he continued to thrust into her.

"Cumming oh fuck" she said before convulsing as she came onto his cock.

It wasn't a meaningful hookup but in their drunk state they were now bonded for life but as they both went for round two all she could think about was what Jaekyung would do when this became a rumour.

[fire-branded]

8 & 14

8. What makes you stray away from canon material and base your character, in case of canon muse, on your own headcanons?

A lack of detail, most of all. If canon gives me the barest bones of information to work with, I will run with that sliver of info, dive into Headcanon Land, and never look back.

Or canonical details that I feel don't line up well enough with other details established in the content(game, in this case), things that come across to me as contradictory, things that I don't personally feel comfortable with utilizing(especially when it comes to ages of characters), or information presented in the Ultimania that don't make sense with what we know from the game itself. Because for me, the game's lore takes precedence over an outside source like the Ultimania. (Though no shade to anyone who does choose to use its info.)

That and just... the general notion of adding a personalized touch to my blorbo, you know? I do try to use canon material as at the very least a basic foundation and build off of it, but sometimes there's not enough background information, so you just have to fill in all of the details yourself.

Especially when the character you're playing as dies within the first like fifteen to twenty minutes of the fucking game, and you learn more about him through other characters than through actually ever having gotten to know him through seeing him.

14. What is the most annoying fact or trait or fanon that is attached to your muse and bothers you?

I ... admittedly have no idea. I never kept up with fandom opinions outside of my little corner here on Tumblr. Like, I'm sure Twitter and Reddit and whatnot have A Lot to say regarding him as a person, regarding his parenting, regarding his rulership over Rosaria, etc.

There is one fact that bothers me, even though I can see where people get the idea from overall despite me disliking the theory. And that's the theory that Elwin and Hanna Murdoch were having an affair behind Anabella(and Rodney too I guess?)'s back.

I can, again, understand where the theory comes from, despite heavily hating it. I don't hate it purely because of my personal feelings towards adultery; I just don't see it as a proven fact. The absence of evidence does not make evidence. We don't see enough of Elwin and Anabella on a personal, more intimate level to know what their relationship was like behind closed doors. We know Anabella was pissed at Elwin, yeah -- but again, in my personal opinion, her grievances sounded more directed at his method of and priority while ruling(putting the people first, and their territory/land second), and the decisions he made combined with his ambitions for the duchy's future. Her remarks in her Inner Thoughts thing are surprisingly neutral, with statements like, "My husband, for better or worse" and ... I forgot what exactly the one with Phoenix Gate was, but it read to me like, "Nothing personal, kid".

We also know that Elwin is very big on being an honorable, just, compassionate, and duty-driven man, and I personally doubt that excludes in his personal/familial life.

Again, these are all my personal views and interpretations.

Even the fact that Hanna still had Elwin's old outfit and whatnot doesn't automatically spell "cheating" to me, considering the home is the Murdoch's home, and Elwin and his family visited Eastpool to spend time with the Murdochs there every summer, where the description says Elwin left the clothes there to wear every time he returned to Eastpool on vacation. It screams of sentimentality to me, of the same intense grief and not wanting to move on that Hanna also shows towards Rodney. She still wears her wedding band, even nervously fidgets with it when she talks about Rodney having died at Phoenix Gate. The fact that she never moved away from Eastpool to seek refuge in Rosalith, didn't even move out of the Murdoch's home... The fact that she was selling other items from the house and family to take care of the people of Eastpool and the displaced Bearers, but never sold her wedding band, Elwin's clothes(including the Metian Bonds, which were forged for Elwin by his dad when Elwin came of age, as was tradition. They probably would have sold for a pretty penny.), or Invictus -- which was Rodney's sword.

She held on to these specific items that had been important to the two men, in my belief because of the strong emotional attachment she has to those items -- because those items are the only things she has left of Rodney and Elwin.

Oh god I rambled I AM SO SORRY.