#also I woke up the other morning with my plushie of him being on the other side of me????

[crybaby-bkg]

every once in a while I get soooo obsessed with gojo all over again and it makes me literally wanna pluck my eyeballs out I love him so much I’m gonna be sick

[kittsyspaw]

⌇Hajun (Joker) x F!Reader x Wooin (2)

Push me down, hold me down. Spit in my mouth while you turn me on I wanna take your light inside. Dim me down, snuff me out. Hands on my neck while you push it out and I'm screaming out „Give me tough love” ୨୧

╰┈➤ One of the girls- The Weeknd

WARNINGS : SMUT : begging,, Threesome, crying, drooling, belly bulge, breeding, rough sex, 'jealous' sex, Dom! Characters, etc etc, Joker jelly of Owen, Flirting. Over thinking reader Also Wooin no sex scene I'm sorry (BTW I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ AND THIS ISNT EDITED And I'll be rewriting soon)

First part

The birds twittering outside woke you up from the deepest slumber that you've been in for a while, comfortable, silly sheets dropping over the tangled limbs onto each other.

Your vision wasn't clear yet, so you just laid there, not moving an inch.

The sun blinded you, glaring through the thin curtains, Joker was behind you, soft breaths could be heard from the big boy who turned into a huggable plushie once he slept.

Your breath hitched in a mere second. Noticing that his arm was protected by the fabric of your shirt, skin against skin, Jokers large, veiny hand was groping you.

A soft whine left your throat, shutting your eyes for a second, heart skipping a beat and butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You opened them again, looking at your best friend.

Wooin had the most peaceful expression on his face, a slight blush dusting on his cheeks, his chest rising up and down with each exhale and inhale.

He was facing you, leg between your thighs and face a little too close to your own. You needed to go pee. It was an emergency.

Fuck.

They're too close. Not realizing you were holding your breath until the man behind you moved. "Y/n...You up?" Jokers morning voice was deeper than his usual one, a throaty tone at the pitch of it that send shivers down your spine.

"Please...Talk to me."

He begged, a pleading hint in his words as the male shuffled and it made you wonder, was he still asleep? He sounded really tired.

"I'm awake. What's wrong Joker?"

He mumbled something in your head, "– wanted to hear you." Your bit down on your lip, blinking as you swallowed, your throat was dry.

"Can you let me go? I wanna drink water."

Hearing a grumble, followed by the tattoed boys grip tightening, you sighed, accepting your fate. Luckily, to your aid, Wooin was awoken.

Nevermind.

He was so clingy and whiny so early in the morning, the boy immediately placed a hand on your waist, too lazy to get up.

These two were gonna be your last straw. You couldn't even move. "Ugh Wooin, I gotta use the bathroom." He yawned a playful 'no' digging his face deeper in your chest.

"Please? I have school in two hours."

Right, you just reminded them that they also had some 'business' today and it was for sure gonna be tiring. Joker was the first to get up, you after and Wooin as the last one.

Being kinda enough, you seated yourself in the kitchen to make breakfast as the two got their stuff ready, the smell of food soon lit in the room so you opened the window, allowing fresh air to enter the apartment.

While moving around some ingredients, two hands stroked your waist up and down, the taller figure behind you blocking the light from shining on your body.

Tattoos were displayed the forearm of Jokers as he hugged you, no words leaving him whatsoever. "Where's Wooin?"

There was no response, the door of your room opening answering the question that was lingering in your head.

୨୧

Two hours of school passed and you were currently hanging for life on the last nerve you had. Owen had been nagging ever since you entered through the gates which was surprising since all he did was annoy Shelly every morning.

You were sitting your classroom, the teachers explanation drowned out as you couldn't help but focus on the foreigner who was desperately trying to get your attention.

"Can you leave me alone?"

"No. Talk me to me."

You shot a glance at the teacher who had his back to the class, writing on the board. A sigh left your lips, facing the blonde male who smiled like an idiot when you looked at him.

"What do you want?"

"You."

The meanest, most disgusted side-eye was sent towards the boys way. "Not like that, I mean I need you with something. I need your help, please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Please I'm begging you-!"

He was about to shout but you placed your hand on his mouth, shutting him up, sweating like crazy of the embarrassment you saved your ass from.

Luckily, just as you did, the bell rang and you exited the classroom quickly, going to the vending machine. "Y/n."

You jolted, heart stopping at the voice as your own reached the ends of your city by the scream you let out and Owen has the audacity to laugh at you.

There he was, begging you again to help him with whatever he wanted. "No bruh! Where yo momma at? Leave me aloooneee!!"

You were taking turns left and right, trying to avoid the male who stuck to you like glue, not letting you escape his sight, million eyes following you two bickering.

That until you were stopped by Owen clutching your arm, pulling you towards his body. "Please? I need to buy Shelly something for her birthday. I'll do whatever you want."

"Can't you ask someone else?!"

You went quiet when looking up at the boy who had a sad face, his eyes planted on the concrete, a pinkish hue covering his cheeks.

"You're disturbing."

In the end, you gave in, agreeing to go on a search for a gift with him after school in exchange for Owen giving you money. And i mean a lot of money.

୨୧

You receives a text from Wooin who was letting you know where you, him and joker where going today only for a brick to fall on him when you said that you couldn't go.

It started a huge dramatic show with Wooin sending you a shit ton of messages, asking you where you were going, with who, what you were gonna do, when you're gonna go.

And it shocked you that he let it go so easily, made you think that he was plotting to end the world or something.

You licked the Popsicle Owen bought you, sitting inside the jewelry store as he showed you different options of necklaces that he found pretty.

"The one with the star is pretty."

Your eyes almost popped out of their socks seeing the prices with zeros you could never count. "Damn, rich people."

Owens eyes held little sparkles in them by seeing the one you chose. "Okay I'll get it for her." He glanced at your form but you gave him no mind, focused on the screen of your phone and it made Owen wonder who you were texting.

He pouted, why weren't you paying any attention to him? He was much more important! "Y/n?" A simple hum in return him made Owen sad, not finishing his question.

Of course, he did this on purpose, two minutes passed and the silence made him suffocated, what were you so distracted with?? "What is it?" Finally you decided to take a peek at him!!

"Do you like this Necklace?"

Shrugging, the blonde awaited your answer only for you to give him a short 'its pretty' to which he walked with you behind him to the cashier.

"Let's go Y/nie, I'll go get you something to eat!!"

Signing, you slightly cringed at what Owen had called you but the happy expression on his face couldn't possibly allow you to be disgusted.

While you two walked down the neon lit streets, thousands of glances were sent at Owen, one for being a foreigner and second for being hot as fuck.

The tall male stopped to tie his shoelaces but you kept walking so he did the job very quickly, panicking when you almost got a meter away.

"Y/nie wait!!"

Never mind, you got secondhand embarrassment. Why did he shout that nickname so loudly?! Owen caught up, holding your hand as he dragged you alongside him.

"See? A very cute cafe!"

"Hmm, very cute."

"Really, Do you like it?!"

When you nodded, it was like the boring mood from before switched 180°, shining so brightly as he took you inside, the breeze of the coffee smell hit your senses as you sat beside the glass window, ordering for both of you since he couldn't speak Korean that good.

"Y/n?"

"What's up?"

Owen took out a box, it was middle sized and had a fancy logo on it. He looked at you with large eyes, waiting for you to open it.

"this....?"

"Yeah, I bought it for you. Thanks for helping me today."

"But isn't it for Shelly?"

He shook his head, reminding you that Shelly won't take shit from him. "Thanks, but no Owen, its way to expensive for me to have..."

Tilting his head, Owens blond locks moved with his head. "But its a gift from me?" He acted as if he was 'sad'

Your eyes softened, looking at the pretty, expensive accessory. Damn rich people, they can buy anything huh? "D-don't you like it? You said you did, right?"

"Yes Owen, but not for me."

Crossing his arms while leaning back, the cyclists muscles flexed through the fabric of his shirt. "But I got it for you. Not Shelly, she won't take it either way."

A small, grateful smile made its way on your lips and Owen leaned in as you took out the necklace. "I'll put it on for you!"

With a scoff, you allowed for him to do so, fixing it in place when he went left for his own seat after helping you.

"Thank you Owen..."

It was faintly, maybe because of the scorching sun on his face that turned it to a slightly pink hue. His pearly whites showing through his smirk, resting his head on his palm.

୨୧

Just as your food arrived, the noise of bell on the door that lead inside the cafe made your ears twitch, hearing a familiar voice.

Your eyes widened, almost popping out. The small, black haired child mirrored your face, his face turning red in seconds.

"Aa!!! My baby!!"

Owen flinched when you stood up, leaving him to run over to the small boy who also rushed over to you, holding his arms up to get picked up by you.

Jokers little brother started grinning from to ear, he stopped when he saw a blonde guy looking at him with a weird bitchy face.

As you were peppering the boys face and head with kisses, his brother entered the cafe, taken aback when he noticed your figure.

"Y/n?"

"Joker! You're here too!!"

You were about to place down his brother but the kid refused, clinging onto you more which lead to you laughing at his cuteness, the black haired boy proud of himself.

Owen existence was like...poof. He grit his teeth, this guy, he swore he saw him somewhere before.

"Don't bother her...."

The baby blue haired male sighed at his brother, this kid was nagging him to no stop so he could take him to this cafe, whatever, at least he met you.

Hajun who was also called Joker, finally saw the foreigner, his blood stopping its flow, fists clenched as his usual, scary hooded eyes returned, burning holes into Owen.

You took you Jokers hand into your own, it swallowed yours in size as you lead him to the table, still holding his brother who was placed on your lap when you sat down.

Joker sat next to you, his legs spread wide. Him and the Blondie had a staring contest, both not speaking up. Just glaring draggers at each other.

"Who's this, Y/n?"

You stared at Owen who made you stop talking to the kid in your embrace. "This is my baby!" You hugged jokers brother.

Owen deadpanned, his 'rival' next to you smirking. "No, I meant the big one." Did he think Joker couldn't understand him or what?

But the male who looked like a gangster didn't speak up, still giving Owen a death stare. "Well, he's my other baby."

You put the kid aside, letting him play with your phone. Just in that moment, a veiny hand grasped your thigh, maybe a little too high it made you clench them around it.

Now, the English boy wasn't that much of an idiot, he can sense 'rivals' a hundred miles away!! He can clrealy see it, this one had a crush on you.

Well, wasn't it the best time to be a little playful? Owens smirk spread on his face, his fingers were now taking the pendent on the necklace around your beck.

"The necklace I gave you is so pretty on you, right?"

He hand locked around your thigh and you took the sign, this dude and his strength. You had your hand around Owens wrist, removing it.

You talked to him and the conversation stopped reaching Jokers ears, he eyed the necklace, eyes dropping a little.

It was a brand. A very pricy one.

"One Apple cake, a chocolate milkshake and ––"

You finished doing the order for your best friend, from instinct, you reached down, placing your fingers ontop of Jokers hand.

If only he could also afford you pretty things like that, would you like him more then? No you weren't like that. But still, he couldn't help but want to treat you better.

"Y/n I'm coming over tonight, be ready. Okay?"

You folded, almost choking on the water you drank, Owens eyes popping out their sockets. Who knew Joker was also sneaky?!

He did this on purpose!! Even spoke in English.

"H-huh....?"

"Can't I? I always come over, don't I?"

He muttered while looking Owen deep in the eyes, turning to face you, now holding eye contact with you. "Of course, yeah!"

Oh shit

୨୧

Owen was devastated, he himself, had no idea what he was feeling either, he dragged his body away from you, your possible boyfriend and the little kid who stuck out his tongue at him.

He would rather cheer for his brother!! Then Hajun will be the daddy and you'll be the mommy. The kid thought inside his head, holding your and Jokers hand

You two walked back the kid to their place. Joker went back with you after making sure his brothers were in good condition.

The moon was shining in the dark night, street lights left and right, covering the streets as Joker interlaced his fingers with yours, taking you home.

You two stopped at a bridge you had to cross. Joker halted and you did too, looking up at him with doe eyes.

"Y/n. I need you."

Huh

"W-wha?!"

You were burning up, the heat inside you making you disgustingly sweat, hearing your heart in your ears. What the hell did he mean?

Was it that? Was he serious?

"Sorry. I know i can't buy many things for you."

Sweat dropping, your lips formed a straight line. Oh.

"Joker, what the hell are you saying? Is it because of Owen? Really?"

He looked ashamed, gaze on the ground, his cheeks shaded into a pinkish glow. "You know he's not my type."

He wasn't one to talk a lot, many noticed. Yet it was the opposite with you, he couldn't care less if he talked for hours when he was with you, he wouldn't get tired or uncomfortable.

But why was his heart pounding like this? Whenever you glanced at him, smiled at him, held him and damn the way you said his name.

He wanted you. For himself. For once, Joker wanted to be really selfish, just you, for him, he would give you everything, you might as well just have his heart planted out.

"Whats you type then?"

Was this the moment? Should you say it or not? No...you didn't want to ruin anything...what if you were having false signs? Joker is very confusing, youre probably mistaking things.

There was a long lasting silence before you took his arm, walking him with you.

Your eyes met, his grey eyes pining you like a predator would to its prey, he was in deep thoughts, staying by your side.

You just got to your apartment, in front of the door to the place that you were used to.

"Y/n." You gulped, being stopped again by the male who took your face in his palm.

"What is your type?"

His eyebrows were knitted together, awaiting an answer. "Hajun....I-" a thumb brushed against your lower lip, the male leaned down, placing his own lips on your plump ones.

Your heart stopped beating, is this a dream? Why weren't you waking up?

Your lashes fluttered close, the taller boy, stroked your cheek, his other hand on your hip, pulling you to his body.

By him tilting your head, the kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth as you hung on his hoodie that crinkled beneath your fingers, your knees were growing weak if not for Joker who was holding you, you'd probably fall.

You were moved from side to side occasionally, none of you letting go, wrapped up against each other.

Breaking apart a string of saliva connected your lips, you took deep breaths, your stomach was doing flips you felt as if your heart was squeezed, Jokers forehead was against your own.

"Im sorry. I had to...."

His eyes softened, noticing your flushed expression, Joker felt his breathing getting cut off, you were so beautiful, so perfect, made for him.

He wanted you whole, everything. He needed you. The desperation from years stuck into that kiss he gave you, hoping you'd somehow feel what he went through for your love.

"I love you."

No hesitation in his words, it made you shocked, your chest being pierced. "....I love you too. Please Hajun, wanted you for so long."

You were clinging onto the boy who almost died right there, was there anything better than this? How could he ever reject you? Not after you told your truth.

He was hard as hell. The way you were rubbing against him made it worse, his sweats felt tight, he needed to take you home now...

"Fuck Y/n don't say that. I won't be able to control myself."

"Then don't. Show me everything, Hajun."

That tongue of yours is gonna get you in some serious danger. Just as those words left your throat, your lips were clashing again, Joker was holding you against the door, breaking apart to give your neck some attention.

"Wait, let me just open the door."

Your hearts almost stopped when you heard a voice joining in. "Fuck you Joker, having all the fun without me? I thought we were sharing."

Wooin. Whos face was twisted in anger, his cheeks tinted into pink. "W-wooin...?" You wanted to squirm away, embarrassed, but the grip on your hips didn't allow you.

Joker blocked you from Wooins vision again with his well-built back, he wasn't gonna stop. Fuck he was so gonna be so frustrated if he did.

No stopping after seeing you needy for him.

"Y/n."

Wooin was staring at Jokers back, his eyebrows now furrowed, a frown placed on his moisturized lips. He was just about to sleepover at yours, seeing you with another man, someone other than him, shattered the male who has been crushing on you ever since you were kids.

You were unable to say anything, as if your tongue got bitten off, you were breathing hard, your chest feeling heavier by second.

Were those tears coming up? Why were acting like this? Before you even realized, they began falling like a waterfall, unable to stop the next pair of droplets leaving your eyes.

"I'm sorry...."

Hiccuping, you started blaming yourself. Was this gonna ruin your friendship now? Are they gonna leave you forever? Were you gonna be alone all again?

No...Your heart was withering into a million pieces, soon, your breath cut off, being drowned in your own hateful thoughts.

You liked them both. So why did you have to choose?

"Stop crying, Y/n."

"I'm sorry."

"And stop being sorry."

Joker was shoved away harshly by the pierced boy who got a glare in return, only for the taller boy to stop when he saw him hugging you, buying your face in his chest.

"You don't have to be sorry–"

Wooins gums almost bleed through the flesh when he clenched his jaw. The boy with black hair blinked, Joker was standing, busting watching everything unfold.

"I know you love Joker. This is so cringy, but you know, I love you too. You don't have to love me if thats your decisioni i re–"

It felt good to let that off his chest, breaking through the protecting barrier that brought him comfort. But thats when you processed his words.

"What? Who said that I didn't like you, Wooin? I love you both, okay?! I don't wanna choose between you two! You both are my everything!"

You glared at nowhere in particular, regretting your decision. You really ruined everything.

Thumbs wiped away the tear stamps while a big hand pat your head. "Is that so? Can you show us how much we mean to you?"

"Yes, I swear I love you both. Do I have to pick one only?"

You shared a look with your two crushes, only smirked while the one towering over you sneaked a hand around your waist.

"Of course not. You can have us both only if..."

Wooin cupped your face, stroking your cheek, his face nearing your own. "...if we can share you, sounds good?" As if that wasn't what you wanted for years while the two wanted to worship you for so long.

"Please? Share me."

"See, what a sweet girl she is."

Your thighs clenched, it was getting hotter and hotter, Wooins hand replaced Jokers, patting your head while his other rubbed circles on your rear.

"Now be a good girl and open up the door."

Your hand was shaking, quite literally, your nervous system getting kicked in the stomach until someone helped you keep it steady.

Hot breath against your head, something poking against your inner inner thigh as body heat pried over you.

A loud click made you hitch your breath, two beasts emerging through the door after you, thats when you were pulled back from walking away.

Wet kisses were drawn on your neck, noises leaving your throat as your got touched everywhere. You didn't who until Wooin moved in front of you, placing his lips on yours.

The cold metal on his tongue made you jolt as it came in contact with your lips and mouth. The boxer behind you was busy decorating you with hiickeys, working on the zipper of your jeans, shoving his hand down the waistband, cupping you, his middle finger running against your slit, touching the bundle of nerves that made you weak in the knees.

"Hmm, so soaked."

His deep voice rumbled next to your ear, a electrifying shiver running crawling on your spine, your mouth occupied by Wooin who's breath was getting shorter with yours which lead him to bite your lower lip before letting go.

"Carry her."

Wooin himself didnt know how he was managing to be so calm, he was about to get closer to his love, his only love.

He was obsessed.

Joker swooped you up in his arms, taking you to your bed, Wooin closing the door as soon as you entered.

First your hoodie, jeans taken off, leaving you bare, standing before your bed with them leaning over you, working their own clothes off.

Thats when the boy with blueish hair stopped, gaze fixated on the necklace gifted to you by someone else. Joker fisted the pendant, ripping it off your throat.

"I don't like seeing it on you."

Wooin raised an eyebrow and you chuckled, so he was jealous after all?

After they took care you, it was their turn and you looked up at them with doe eyes, chewing on your lip.

You slid your hand on Jokers hard abs which made him grip your wrist, his baseline of his cock showing through the sweats he wore.

And Wooin, who was feeling neglected, took your other hand, placing it on his hard-on, a groan escaping from him.

Were you realizing that you weren't gonna rest at all tonight? Yes. And were you in for it? Also yes. You earned for all of it.

"Hurry..."

You tugged on the fabric of their pants, sitting on the bed as you watched them undressing, feeling a bit cold . "spread your legs."

Wooin helped you, wishing he could just rip off the cute little panties you were and stuff you full of him. That's for another time.

"Just like that..."

You had no idea that Hajun was now behind you, removing your bra, groping you while Wooin removed your underwear, exposing you to the chilly air, licking his lips at the sight.

"Fuck yeah, so wet."

You were taken aback, a finger toying with your hole without any warning. "Can't enter yet, guess I'll have to make loose." Joker wrapped an tattooed arm around your neck, pulling you against his chest, the other under your thigh to keep your legs perfect for Wooin.

Your hips flinched at the touch of cold metal nagging your clit that wasn't ready for the immediate sucking and lapping of the wet muscle.

His mouth caught on with the your puffy lips, enjoying the ecstasy of your taste, eating you like it was his last dinner.l

The boy between your legs had his grip on your stomach, up and down, his hands massaged the side on your belly, trying to get you to relax.

Sweet noises exited your lips, the boy holding you giving your head some pecks as the other ate you out. You were suffocating, fingernails digging into the tattooed wrist.

Your legs were trying to close for their own Good but Joker had that problem solved, not letting your body do as it wanted.

"W-wooin!!"

You felt him smirking against you, his face was red, wooin was about to hump the air if this went on, you tasted so sweet, essence on the tip of his tongue making his eyes roll back.

And his hard dick wasn't helping.

Your walls took his tongue comfortably, feeling tipped off whenever it left your hole that pulsated, only for him to stimulate you by running circles around the pearl.

His thumb took that spot, harsh rubbing to your clit that throbbed, sending sensual feelings all over you. Your brain fogged up, legs shaking.

There was a knot in your stomach, you were gonna explode! Sweat bullets ran down you temple, Joker was hushing you, his hand digging into the plush flesh if your upper thigh, sensing your near.

"O-ohh, wooin! So good!"

Streaks of black hair stuck out beneath your fingers, you tucked on his head, pushing your hips futher into the boys mouth.

He didnt like that, slapping your sore clit and it made you jump, your heart was beating like crazy, so hot. The room was so lewd.

The noise were so lewd, the squelching sounds made you want to close your ears but Wooin only laughed, he felt it too, you were close.

Your leg twitched, finally, it erupted, the fluid shone under the lights, dripping from Wooins chin and he licked them, slurping any left over cum.

As you were breathing heavily, calming down, two fingers shoved in you, Joker. Why were they so long? You muscles were sore and your insides tried to push him out but Joker kept his fingers deep inside, knuckles wet because you, your tongue lolling, hanging at your lips.

The curl of them really made your legs twitch up, toes curling. "She likes that." Joker observed, Wooin smiling, holding your hold.

His eyes never left your drunk ones. "This is only the begin baby." He caressed your face, his gaze meeting Jokers who was pushing himself against you.

"Stretch her out, yeah?"

You were left pulsing when Joker retreated his fingers, nodding, letting your neck go as he got rid of his boxers.

Your body was moved in a different position so you were now facing the baby blue haired boy who's cock was definitely bigger than average, and it was gonna hurt.

Blinking, you were suddenly lifted by the hips, hovering above the mushroom tip that was a glowing red, Joker slowly lowered your body, you hissed.

His too was inside, now the rest 9 inches to take in. He was going slow, his eyes shut close, trying to focus and not slam himself inside and fuck you stupid.

Slow. Slow. Slow...

Joker threw his head back, Adams apple bobbing when he gulped, you shook, your warm walls were trying to push out the intrusion which automatically made you clench and tighten up.

You winced at the caged hold on your hip, Joker let a breath out, halting your movements for a second. Wooin was amused by his struggles, palming his bulge.

"Hajun, You're so big."

Your forehead was on his shoulder balde, biting on your lip as you tried to get him inside, but it hurt so much, your flesh was blocking you and him from moving.

A loud, high pitched moan left the deepest part of your chest when Joker grabbed both of your hips, slamming you down, his balls flush to your ass.

The plump lips were around the base, clit catching on the vein running along on his huge dick that made you want to throw up when it was filling you up.

The way your walls ripped open, the male forcing himself inside of the elastic-like barrier , his cock now pumping inside of you, the bulbous tip bruised your cervix, bulging your stomach and now Joker was about to lift you up again but you steadied on his shoulders.

Joker bottomed out, leaving only the tip inside, he inhaled, eyes on the way you were about to swallow him again.

His fingers pinched the puffy, sore skin that protected your hole and the squish alone made him grin like crazy, his canines showing.

"Too big! W-wait!!"

"You'll take it."

And your mouth snapped shut before opening again as an exit for all the moans about to follow by the second slam when your insides weren't stretched enough.

The pain soon washed away by the pleasure that rang in your veins, blood and brain. His name left your lips like a mentra, his cock touching your soft spot each time with each thrust.

Your life depended on him, by the was you were clinging on Joker who felt like you were melting him, such a snug cunt wrapped around him, forming a white ring at base of his cock.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, occasionally covered by your whining and loud whimpering that threw Joker off the edge.

You were so adorable. His dick twitched as if he got even bigger inside, he was making you scream by the he was using your body like a fucktoy, slamming you over and over again until tears formed at the corner of your eyes.

You were losing contact with reality. He pounded and bruised your insides with each thrust, sending you off the edge each time.

"Woah, you're gonna break her."

"Wooin please..."

"Its okay baby, you can do it. Such a pretty girl."

Your belly was so heated, the one who you called out to, stroked your head, patting your hair and planting sweet Kisses on your throat, licking the hickeys.

Joker squished your cheeks together at the plea of the other male, did you forget that he was the one fucking you stupid?

"No. My name."

"Hajun...I can feel you."

"Louder."

White spots started to cover your vision along with the blur of tears, your jaw hung open, throat now matching the soreness of your used cunt.

Your hole was sucking him in, sucking him dry. It started throbbing around the boy whos breath cut off.

"Don't. Don't do that again or I'll cum.."

His eyebrows were knotted, his warm cunt made him hung over, searching for more and more. Wooins arms slithered around your torso as his white haired friend was still using you like a fleshlight.

Your toes curled when one of Wooins and caressed you and the other pressed down on the raging bulge that was almost gonna tear the fat that covered your tummy.

Your hands shot from Jokers bicep to holding Wooins wrist, trying to remove it and thats when the one fucking you took action, holding both of your hands with one, caging you from any movement.

"No – Hajun I....wanna hold you!"

You spurted out between choked cries, you felt liquid pressing at your bladder from the pressure on Joker bulge inside of you.

Wooin helped his friend even tho he didnt need any help with pushing you further to take all of his cock, your ass jiggling every time your hips were slammed back down, Jokers fat shaft forcing your elastic walls to rip each time.

"I love you....I love you."

The boy who's eyes were hazed and swirling with the toxicity of the lovesickness you gave him, watched as his friend basically ruined you for every other man who was trying to get with you.

Joker couldn't care anymore, he was losing his sanity while you clutched onto yours. The boxer looked at you, eyeing the way your tits bounced, circular motion, the buds hardened.

You were seriously about to shatter. Mouth wide open, tongue hanging out your glistening lips from saliva as your eyes glossed over.

"Joker – mghn Jun!"

If they ever tried to get with you. But nobody was. Not after the night you were gonna have with these two.

There was the familiar knot that was about to get pulled until it ripped again, your eyes rolled into your brain, drooling a bit as it got near to expanding that feeling allover your existence.

"Nghh!– hic!"

Jokers hairs stuck to his forehead, he wasn't stopping, not when he was about to reach his high, he felt bad yet he knew the taste of pleasure was gonna blew the guilt away.

Finally, white spooked your vision with a deafening, high note of Hajuns name, you were blinded for the next second, getting fucked through your orgasm by the huge boy who didnt stop even when you started babbling incoherent things

Your juices covered his thighs, balls and dick. Skin slapping against each other filled in the corners of the room as his pace sped up.

The way you kicked with the heels if your feet, new, red scratches running down his shoulder to his mid back while tears ran down your chubby cheeks, hanging at your chin.

"So cute."

The one behind you whispered, as you desperately tried to get more, it felt so good, the was you spasmed. One final thrust and you were stuffed to the brim with hot, creamy cum that trickled down the sides if your hole, the cock that was layered with the white honey and onto his now emptied balls.

"Oh Hajun....I love you!"

You muttered, still dazed, they were also talking but you had no idea where it was coming from, their words were smudged by the moment they reached your ears where you could hear your own heart

Your lips connected and you were struggling to kiss back, it was really sloppy, followed by the last few spasming to keep his cum inside.

Your ears rang as you kept stuttering, eyes crossed and drowning into pleasure inside the bubble you created for yourself.

Joker wiped the sweat off his forehead, steadying His breath after he fucked his lungs out. "Awh, Y/n, did you forget that it was my turn now?"

"Yes please...more."

HYou probably didn't even know what you were asking for, your body laying there, so pretty, marked with their hickeys and bruises, waiting for your next load.

There was a dumb grin on your lips, showing your teeth which made the boy with piercings laugh as you laid on your back, Joker finally pulling out and it was like you lost a limb.

So were so empty now, his cum dribbling out of your hole, creating a damp spot on the sheets that you now gripping onto.

"Oh fuck we had no protection."

"It's okay Hajun, I'm on the pill, please fill me up again."

How were they supposed to say no?

They officially claimed you as theirs. You belonged to them and they belonged to you.

You three were meant for each other.

You looked into their eyes realizing how much you love these two idiots, they warmed your heart up in the best way possible.

Your hand stroked Wooins cheek, a seductive smile sent his way as you sat up, pawing at your lovers chest, hand running down his V-line.

"You're gonna be the end of me."

୨୧

You were exhausted the next morning, the birds chirping woke you up along with the bright sun that glistened on your skin.

Opening your, only to close them again, you realized that you were wearing a oversized T-shirt and your panties, your lovers nowhere in sight.

Did they leave? Why would they do that?

Soon, you started panicking, the train of over thought thoughts making its way into your head

Were you overstepping things? Maybe they didnt want anything personal with you and just a one nighter? Maybe they hated it?

You sighed, tired. Placing your face into the fresh pillow, sinking into the new bedsheets. "Y/n, baby-!" A loud yet hoarse scream startled Wooin who barged inside the room, his neck was covered in hickeys, were you that crazy last night?

Joker came in behind the shorter boy, throwing himself ontop of you, hugging you as his face nestled above your thighs, Wooin gasping in betrayal.

"Move! Stop hogging her."

No, they would never leave.

"I love you two so much."

Both of them shut up, taking minutes to process your lovely words. "W-what...did I say something wrong?" Joker looked up at you from your lap, giving your thigh a kiss after.

"...I love you more than Wooin."

A vein popped on the forehead if the boy who's name was mentioned. "That's the biggest lie!" You were engulfed in another pair of arms.

"I love you more than this weirdo."

Yeah.

After all, they belonged to you and you belonged to them.

They were in love with you and you were in love with them.

I'm so sorry if this was rushed or anything but I really wanted to get this over with BC I don't Elly write on tumblr and I only wrote the other part as a joke

BTW my smut writing got rusty since I didnt write for so lonv

I hope you liked this and sorry for any mistakes since this isn't edited

Tags heh

@loyard176 here you go :3

[flowerandblood]

The Taste of Shame (4)

[ dom!modern • Aemond x friend sister • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, oral sex, smut, angst, domination, remorse, doubts related to sexual life ]

[ description: Aemond works as a professional dom, fulfilling the various fantasies of his female clients - however, he guards his privacy and does not enter into any relationships with them, recognizing that he does not want or need it. It turns out that what he wants and what he doesn’t no longer matter when he meets his friend’s younger sister for the first time. Slow burn, sexual tension, doubts related to sex work. ]

Series & Characters Moodboard Aemond NSFW Alphabet

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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He woke up throughout the night, opening his eyes to make sure that what had happened was not a dream − he felt hot in his heart when he realised that she was lying right next to him, cuddled into his chest, wrapped in his arms.

He listened to her calm breathing, gently stroking her hair, not wanting to accidentally wake her up.

He had never let any woman stay overnight in his flat before.

He looked at her as if half asleep, at her gentle face, and thought about what they had done, how much she had tried for him, how much pleasure and satisfaction she had given him.

He thought he wanted to give her something too, to reciprocate her efforts, to give her the feeling that it wasn't going to be just her forever having to satisfy his needs and his fantasies, experiencing fulfilment only in the process.

Vanilla, soft sex was not his domain when it came to women indifferent to him, as he had no affection for them − such a form of intimacy did not seem exciting to him and he would get nothing out of it for himself.

However, looking at her, he was filled with tenderness and care, with the conviction that just watching her melt before him in pleasure would give him satisfaction.

That was why, as soon as she woke up in the morning after a few minutes of cuddling and kissing, he proposed to her that they take a shower together.

The two of them stood under a stream of pleasantly warm water, gently exploring each other's bodies with their hands, able to look at each other at last, placing loud, sticky kisses on each other's lips once in a while.

She could see perfectly well that he was hard and it wasn't just to do with his morning erection − she was beautiful, sweet and sleepy, melting in his arms as his fingers began to tease and rub her puffy clit with gentle, slow strokes.

"− oh −" She mumbled, looking up at him uncertainly with her lips slightly parted, apparently waiting for his commands, which aroused him even more, but she didn't hear any − he simply looked at her.

"− now we will take care of you − hm? − no prohibitions except what we talked about −" He murmured and she nodded quickly, knowing that he didn't like being held too tightly or being locked in an embrace that seemed too limiting.

He kissed her forehead, sliding the tip of his finger gently inside her fleshy, hot walls, rubbing and squeezing with a repetitive circular motion her spot hidden between her muscles − she moaned quietly, looking away, her thighs beginning to respond to the touch of his hand with rocking, demanding more intense caresses.

"− so impatient −" He cooed, leaned in and kissed her, her lips greedily reciprocating his gesture, her hands sinking into his hair, running down his cheek and neck.

A pleasant shudder ran through him, his cock pulsed hard and slapped against her belly, also demanding attention.

He turned off the water and took her in his arms, returning with her to his bedroom, laying down between her thighs.

"− I won't stop until you come − agreed? −" He gasped and she nodded, swallowing loudly, all red, her hips quivering in his hands.

He murmured and sank his face between her plushy thighs, her womanhood all moist from her moisture and water − his lips brushed gently her clit and began to lick and suck on it. She mewled loudly, arching back, her hands entwined in his hair, holding him close.

"− please −" She mumbled, and he felt her moan in his erection, all swollen and leaking with his precum − he took it in his hand and gave it couple quick squeezes at the root, sliding his tongue deep inside her puffy slit.

She moaned helplessly, opening her mouth wide, her nipples hard and popping, evidence of how much pleasure he was giving her, her hips bucking to meet his caresses.

With slow, decisive strokes of the tip of his tongue he massaged and rubbed the spot in her core that he had pressed with his finger earlier while his nose teased her clit − he could feel her hot walls clenching around nothing, her breathing increasingly ragged and accelerated.

"− Aemond −" She mewled, and he murmured loudly, jerking off faster and faster, licking her moisture with a hum of delight, thinking about the fact that she was only his, that he was the one she desired.

"− please, fuck me −" She cried out, and he lifted his shocked gaze to her, licking his lips, stopping in half-motion, feeling his cock pulsate painfully hard in his hand at her words.

"− say it again −" He said quietly, and she looked up at him pleadingly, writhing beneath him.

"− please, fuck me − fuck me − fuck me −" She babbled as he immediately guided the fat head of his cock to her swollen, throbbing entrance, panting along with her, and rooted into her with one sure thrust.

"− is that all my sweet girl wants? − cock inside her tight leaking pussy? −" He exhaled between one aggressive push and the next, resting his hands on either side of her head − she sobbed loudly and nodded, spreading her thighs wide in front of him, running her hands over his buttocks, making him shudder.

"− yes − please − oh God −" She mumbled with difficulty with her eyes closed and lips parted, looking up at him dreamily − with each of his thrusts her breasts bouncing gently, he watched her figure as if enchanted, pounding into her, opening her wide on his cock.

"− look at you − how well you take me − you deserve a reward −" He chuckled, speeding up his pace, clamping his hands on her hips − he kneeled in front of her, slamming into her with sure, brutal thrusts at such an angle that every time his tip slid into her again she sobbed with pleasure.

"− my cum all for you, deep inside you − would you like that? −" He gasped and she nodded her head on the brink of orgasm, responding with a rocking of her hips to each of his thrusts, he could feel her walls squeeze him greedily.

"− please − m close −" She mewled, and he licked his lips, feeling that the sight of her like this, helpless, eager for him to fuck her good made him know that he himself was about to come.

"− cum on my cock, baby − that's it, that's my good girl −" He cooed as she cried loudly, her body shook with fulfilment and pleasure, she tried to push him away but he sped up, not letting her escape, feeling that her weeping cunt was sucking him inside.

"− lay still − let me fill you − yes, take it, theeere you go −" He gasped coming inside her with a sigh of relief, feeling his semen squirt inside her − he was surprised at how strangely peaceful this experience was, it seemed so innocent, so right.

"− fuck −" He mumbled falling on top of her, panting along with her, proud of himself, looking at her expectantly.

"− did you like it? −" He whispered like an excited child who was waiting for praise, and she nodded quickly, looking at him with misty eyes, her lips parted in a heavy breath.

"− yes −" She whispered, gently stroking his cheek with her hand.

"− was it tiring for you? −" She asked uncertainly, and he chuckled under his breath, running his thumb over her lip.

"− I'm afraid I'll never get tired of listening to you begging me to fuck you − you've just fulfilled one of my fantasies −" He murmured, and she swallowed loudly, all red, pressing her lips together. He kissed her and she sighed heavily, tired as if she had run a marathon.

"You can choose what you have for breakfast − scrambled eggs or toast."

They spent the morning together, then both separated and each wandered off to their classes − they agreed not to speak to each other for twenty-four hours to cool down and distance themselves from what had happened between them.

He wanted her to think things through properly without his presence, he was afraid that otherwise she would feel trapped.

It didn't change the fact that he'd been dying all day, fighting with himself not to text her, to simply say that she was wonderful, that in his wildest dreams he'd never suspected he'd ever be able to have this kind of sudden, unprecedented closeness with anyone.

However, he decided that he would not break his own rules and waited patiently until the next day.

She did not write to him.

He began to worry and wonder, feeling discomfort at the thought that perhaps he had overreacted after all, that he had over-sexualised the meeting, as if that was all he cared about, where he wanted something more.

He feared that once she had cooled down she felt objectified and used.

He clicked on his phone's display from time to time, pretending to listen to a lecture, his knee bouncing in a nervous gesture. He swallowed loudly, glancing at Robert.

"How are you doing? How's your sister?" He asked casually, feigning indifference as they left the hall.

Robert looked at him puzzled, completely not expecting this question, however, he didn't see anything inappropriate in it and clearly needed to get something out.

"I'm fine, and as for her, well... she's been behaving strangely. She was at a friend's house for the night, and after she came home she seemed sad and stressed, but she wouldn't tell me what happened." He muttered, and he felt a tightness in his throat and a cold sweat on his back, his heart starting to pound like crazy.

What had happened? What was she thinking about? Why hadn't she spoken to him, hadn't she wanted to share her doubts with him?

After their brief conversation, he said he would go out into the yard to smoke − he took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket along with a lighter and lit it with a quick, impatient gesture, slipping it into his mouth beforehand, taking a deep drag.

He exaggerated.

He'd let himself get carried away by his euphoria, allowed her to feel that he was all about sex.

FUCK!

He pressed his lips together, thinking despairingly that for some reason he wanted to cry.

Should he write to her or not?

If she wanted to, she'd write to him − maybe she felt it was a mistake and wanted to distance herself? Or maybe she didn't talk to him because she thought he didn't really want her to, that he had done what he wanted with her and didn't need anything more?

He clenched his eyelids as he let the air out loudly through his nose, swallowing hard, feeling an unpleasant tightness in his stomach as if he was about to vomit.

Why couldn't he be normal?

Why, instead of fucking her that morning, hadn't he just hugged her, talked to her while stroking her hair, focusing only on simple tenderness without subtext?

That's what she needed then, not sex.

He pulled out his phone quickly and started typing to her with a cigarette in his mouth, feeling his hands tremble.

He sighed wearily and swallowed loudly, feeling that he'd fucked things up with his purely physical approach, with his dominant, perpetually wanting more nature stifling her natural innocence.

He pressed his lips together seeing that she had displayed his message − he waited a few minutes, but she didn't write anything back.

He tucked his phone into the inside pocket of his leather jacket, smoking his cigarette to the end, thinking with regret that he didn't deserve what she wanted to give him, that he was clearly not mature enough to accept it.

He shuddered as he sat down in the hall for the next lecture and heard his phone vibrate − he took it quickly out of his pocket as if his life depended on it and unlocked the keypad with a hard pounding heart seeing the message from her.

He swallowed loudly, writing her back quickly.

They'd made arrangements for her to come to his place immediately after her classes − he'd finish an hour before her, so he'd have time to clean up quickly. He was terrified of what she was going to say to him.

Usually he was the master of the situation, but in this case he felt small and powerless.

Vulnerable.

He opened immediately when he heard her quiet knock on the door and let her in − they greeted each other awkwardly without embracing.

After he offered her some water to drink they both sat on his sofa in the living room without touching each other; she did not look at him and he could see that she was pale. When she finally lifted her gaze to him he saw that her lower lip was trembling, her eyes were red.

He felt a tightness in his throat and an ache in his heart, knowing that she had suffered because of something he had done.

"− I − I don't know how I feel about what happened − at the time, when it was happening, it was so pleasant, but when I came home − I felt empty − I don't know why, I can't explain it, I −" She whispered in a trembling voice and he felt his jaw clench, his eyebrows arch in pain.

He thought he was about to cry himself.

"− I know − I know, forgive me − I − I don't know what was going through my head to start all of this like this −" He muttered, trailing his fingers along the armrest of his couch in an involuntary, nervous gesture, not looking at his hand.

"− it's just − it's just something I know − something I'm confident in − I don't think I could show you the enormity of my interest in you otherwise − how much you affect me −" He choked out in a trembling voice, thinking it was pathetic − he swallowed hard and covered his face with his hand, trying not to burst into tears.

"If I stayed with you tonight…would you be able to hold back? Just hug me?" She asked in a breaking voice, looking at him pleadingly − he looked at her in pain and nodded, clenching his hand into a fist.

She moved a little closer to him and he stared at her with hope, only to find a moment later he was already holding her tightly in his arms, her face snuggled into his chest, looking as if she was trying to hide inside him, as if she needed confirmation that he would protect her, also from himself.

"I'm so sorry. Sex is the only way I have ever shown my emotions to women. I…I think I just need to open up to the fact that they can also be shown in other ways. To step out of my comfort zone, just like you stepped out of it for me. Will you give me another chance? One more first night?" He asked in a whisper, kissing her sweet-smelling, soft hair again and again, stroking her head and back.

She nodded.

He let out a loud breath with a feeling of numbing relief.

They didn't feel like watching or doing anything and just went to his bedroom. She got his T-shirt to wear, which she changed into in his toilet − although the sight of her in his clothes immediately made him completely hard, he didn't let it show, just reaching out to her with his hand.

She smiled at him shyly, just as she had when he had first seen her and he felt the heat in his chest. She let him pull her close and snuggled into him, while he was lying in his T-shirt and the sweatpants he always slept in.

He turned off the lamp and faced her, letting her sink into his body, enclosing her in the embrace of his arms, sighing quietly, closing his eyes.

He could hear her quiet breathing and the sound of cars driving past his window, the ticking of the small watch on his bedside table. Her warmth emanated in all directions, her scent filling his entire lungs, calming him despite his arousal, making him feel some kind of bliss and relief.

She was beside him, in his arms.

She didn't scold him.

He stroked his fingers through her hair, playing with her curls without opening his eyes, and heard her quiet murmur of contentment − he smiled involuntarily under his breath.

"Do you like it when someone strokes your head?" He murmured softly, smoothing her, nuzzling his cheek into her hair, remembering that she had also stroked him then, after the lecture, when he had told her about what he was doing.

She nodded, snuggling into him more, embracing him around his waist, her hands starting to run down his spine making a pleasant shiver run through him.

He'd never been this close to anyone before.

"Yes. When I was a child my mother used to stroke my head when I couldn't fall asleep. I loved it." She whispered, and he kissed the top of her head, snuggling his nose into her hair, taking in her scent.

"− then I'll do it every night from now on −" He whispered and heard her smile − she nodded and he embraced her tighter, stroking her head, her back and her neck.

He did this while feeling her slowly fall asleep in his embrace, breathing quietly, her body rising and falling gently with each movement of her chest − he lay with his eyes closed, combing his fingers through her hair, feeling only peace, only fulfilment.

Only love.

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[filmbyjy]

GOOD MORNING

PAIRING: park jongseong x gn!reader

SUMMARY: spending a night at your idol boyfriend’s dorm was surely amazing but waking up next to him was even better.

GENRE: FLUFF😖 YOUR HONOUR THIS DRABBLE IS EXTREMELY ADORABLE😭 also jake is being salty as fuck bc you two woke him up and the poor baby is tired :(( belift let the boys have a good rest tyvm.

WARNING: mentioned ‘sex’ like once as a joke

NOTE: all I can say is…THIS IS MAKING ME WANT A BOYFRIEND👹 IM SO SINGLE TF

“jongseong~” you slurred out. your boyfriend giddily smiles. maybe drinking wine wasn’t a smart move since you had to go home. to be fair, you only drank because your boyfriend had just came back from tour. he was also the one who suggested drinking wine since he mentioned how it suits him more as compared to beer or soju.

your head rests on his shoulders.

“let’s get you to bed, love.” jay whispers. you whined.

“but if i go to bed...how will i see your pretty face? i haven’t seen it since 2 months ago.”

jay chuckles, “come on. you can see more of my face in the morning.”

you whined once again. jay pecks your forehead.

“let’s go. you can sleep in bed-”

“with you?” your eyes sparkled.

jay smiles before leaning in to give your forehead a peck. “with me.”

you giggled, “i get to sleep with such a handsome boy.”

jay snorts, “come on.” he lightly tugs on your arms.

you stood up and jay leads you into his shared bedroom with jake.

“alright-”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him forward after he tucks you in bed.

“mmm, sleep with me jongseong~”

with jake being in the same room as jay, he clearly heard whatever you drunkenly slurred out. the poor boy’s eyes widened.

“dude, this is my room too. please do the sex somewhere else.” jake gestures to the bathroom.

“fuck off, they’re drunk and they meant sleep as in not sex.” jay throws his ryan plushie at the boy. jake yelps as he attempts to dodge the plushie from hitting him.

you giggle, “I wouldn’t mind-”

“you’re drunk. goodnight.” jay slides into the covers beside you. “jake, shut the lights.”

jake grumbles, “fine.”

the next morning, you stirred in your sleep. you felt a grip tighten around your waist and so it caused you to wake up. you turned to the figure. you reached out to push back the fallen hair pieces away from his face (his god-like face).

your eyes trailed down to meet with his cute pouty lips. it looked irresistible and you wanted to possibly wake him up with a kiss.

but is it too much? you just woke up and was previously drunk on wine. would your breath stink? would your dear god-like boyfriend care? oh my god, what if he-

“you know, love. if you’re not going to do it. I will do it for you.” jay says.

“what?” you say in shock. his eyes flutter open and quickly meet yours.

“i mean what I said, my love.”

“jay, my breath stinks.”

“and? I want my morning kiss.” he says. you hid your face right on his chest. he chuckles. “come on, don’t be shy now.”

“no, this is embarrassing.”

“how is waking me up with a kiss embarrassing?”

“you caught me nearly doing it.”

“well you didn’t do it so i’m sad.” jay pouts.

“I don’t want to embarrass myself, jongseong.”

“do I look like I care? I want a kiss from the person I love.”

“nooo-” your whining gets interrupted.

“can you two shut the fuck up, I want to sleep. it’s fucking 8am in the morning and it’s an off day for us. if you wanna be all lovey dovey, go to the fucking kitchen.” jake barks out. seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

it left the room dead silent. jake slams his head back onto the pillows and fell fast asleep. both you and jay turned to each other.

“want breakfast?” you asked.

“do you count as breakfast?” jay teasingly asks. you smacked his arm. he winces.

“no. i’m not on the menu.”

jay chuckles before pulling you into a hug and pecking your lips.

that was a great a start to the day.

[thisismybrainrot]

[A world in which they need each other] Prologue

A/N: This is the prologue to my new Alpharad x pChal Pokémon Gen 9 isekai fic. It's my first fic in eight years, and my first RPF in ten, so please go a bit easy, but I always enjoy constructive criticism.

age rating as of right now: T (more info in tags)

Prologue: A rare find

Jan was looking along the rainy Tokyo street. Despite night had fallen over an hour ago, it felt unnaturally bright. Neon lights and the shop signs illuminated the people walking by and left reflections on the wet sidewalks and awnings. While Jaiden had abandoned them after leaving the Shibuya Pokémon Lab to escape the rain, Jacob had heard of some “secret”, “only-insiders-know-about-this” spot for vintage and rare Pokémon artifacts. If Jan was honest, he just wanted to head back to the hotel and get some rest. It had been a long day and exciting day on his feet, and the exhaustion was catching up to him. 

Then there was also last night. Jacob, him and the gang had been out drinking very late, leaving him with little sleep and a hangover that had gotten better from spending time outside, but was still not helping his mood. There was also the small issue of what happened last night when they were drinking. After maybe not too many, but still plenty of drinks, Jacob and he had quite unabashedly made out in front of their friends and the other patrons of the bar they were at. It wasn’t that Jan cared that they kissed – he had kissed guys before, and being drunk and kissing a friend wasn’t usually something he worried about. When he woke up this morning though, the moment was still stuck in his head and made him feel confused, like there was a knot in his stomach. It was probably just a case of having to come to terms with whatever he was feeling, and he had successfully suppressed it most of the day, but being alone with Jacob now didn’t help with that.

“Jan, it’s over here!” Jacob called out as they approached, carrying a transparent plastic umbrella with the Gen 1 starters on it, their hair gleaming in the light of the neon signs that shone through it. “Coming.” Jan started to trudge along behind Jacob, when they stopped for a moment and moved the umbrella towards him, as to offer him to join him under it. A small smile flashed across Jan's lips, and he moved closer to Jacob, stepping into the small patch of dryness, now huddled against their coat. “Thanks.” The two of them continued towards the small store, nestled around the corner of a small alleyway, lit mostly by the shining lights of the main street and some dim, wall-mounted streetlights.

The small storefront looked like nothing special. A slightly yellowing backlit Japanese sign was mounted above large glass windows, adorned from the inside with slightly scuffed and out-of-date Pokémon posters and an otherwise seemingly arbitrary array collection of dusty figures, plushies, sealed trading cards, game boxes and countless mismatching licensed trinkets. Stepping into the small store, Jan and Jacob could see the theme of overstuffed clutter and dim lighting continuing on the inside. It was made up of two narrow aisles squeezed between a center row of shelves and the packed walls, connecting at the back. Some of the many objects haphazardly balanced on shelves, attached to the walls, or, in the case of some big statues in the back of the store, standing on the ground. Some items seemed like they could be valuable to a collector or a fan of some specific niche of the fandom. Nothing seeming as special or rare as the store’s reputation would have made them hope for jumped out at them. Jan felt a bit underwhelmed, and judging by the look on Jacob’s face, the feeling was mutual.

“See anything?” Jan asked, more out of politeness, though his tone betrayed his disappointment at the now seemingly needless detour. “Nope.” Jacob responded despondently. They wriggled through the tight space from one aisle to the other, at least wanting to give the shop every chance to salvage what so far looked like a disappointment. A few of the shelves hidden in the back corner came into view, but looked like mostly dilapidated consoles, handhelds and old games. Jan walked past, and, seeing that the remaining selves didn’t look much more promising, slowly began making his way towards the door. 

“Wait a moment.” Jan heard Jacob say. When he turned around, he saw them wrangling forth what looked like a box for a Switch game from behind some knick-knacks. Jan walked back, careful not to knock anything from the shelves, and looked at the box Jacob had in their hands. The box art resembled the Pokémon Scarlet & Violet box art, but featured both Miraidon and Koraidon – and two trainers, looking like your default boy and girl video game character. The title read Pokémon Scarlet, Violet – and YOU! Jan and Jacob both furrowed their eyebrows in confusion – this was not a Gen 9 game either of them had seen before, or, for that matter, a game they had seen before at all. Jacob flipped the box around, but the text was completely in Japanese, and too much for both of their limited tourist knowledge of the language. Turning it back around, it seemed like the title began to glimmer all of a sudden, for a second, it seemed like they could look into a world behind the legendary Pokémon and their trainers.

“Ah, a very special thing you have there.” Jan and Jacob jumped. The cashier, an elderly Japanese man, had quietly walked up to them from the cash register next to the door and was now looking over his shoulder at the box in Jacob's hand. “It’s a factory leak. Rumor is it's the only one.” Jan looked at Jacob skeptically, who looked back at him a bit confused from what they saw moments ago. After a second, Jacob shrugged. 

“Hey, if we play this on stream together, it'll be good content, no matter if it's a flop or the game to save Gen 9. Or just a creepy pasta.” They said, clearly wanting to make the best of a bad situation. 

“How would we play it together? One of us playing it while the other one is watching through Discord would hardly be fun, and I’m not sure that this is link compatible with the normal games.”

“I mean, we're both here. I could shoot Connor a message – he or someone he knows here is bound to have a streaming setup we could use for a few hours to try it out in person together.” Jacob said, now clearly sounding more excited.

Jan realized he wasn't getting out of this. “Okay, fine. But only if we nuzlocke it, Gen 9 is enough of a drudge as it is.”

“Of course, Mr. Nuzlocke King.”

They walked towards the cash register and stopped. Jacob searched the box for a price tag, not finding one. He looked up at the man behind the cash register, who, before they could ask anything, said, “Don't worry about payment – it found you for a reason, it is not my business to interfere.” Jacob did not know what exactly to make of this, so he nodded, confused, and thanked the man before quickly leaving the store. Jan followed him, still looking skeptical, but now at the shop owner. The guy looked like he, without a shadow of malice, sincerely believed in what he just said.

It had stopped raining, and the two started walking towards the nearest metro station. 

“That was… weird.” Jacob said, still sounding unsure of what had just transpired.

“Hmm.” 

“Are you still up for playing it?” Jacob asked in a tone somewhere between convincing, hopeful, and forlorn.

“You saw what I saw, right? How the box art changed all of a sudden?” Jan asked matter-of-factly.

“I'm sure that was just a trick of the light.”

“Sure.” Jan said, unconvinced. He could tell Jacob was excited to play this weird game. In the end, what really could go wrong. It was a Switch game. He didn’t believe in ghost stories, and the worst thing that could happen would probably be it being even more of a buggy mess than the normal Scarlet & Violet were on release. Doing something he was used to doing together with Jacob, like fooling around in some Pokémon game, might just get his mind off last night.

Jacob looked at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t know what to say. Jan was someone who’d speak his mind if he would rather not do something, but still, he seemed uneasy. Maybe it was just the disappointment of not finding something more interesting at the store. Perhaps he was just tired. It had been a long day on their feet after all.

They said their goodbyes at the metro stop, having to take trains in different directions. Before Jacob turned away to get his train, he flashed Jan a brief, apologetic smile. Jan just gave a slight nod before putting in his earbuds and entering the waiting train.

🟥🟪

When Jan arrived at his hotel room, he tossed aside his jacket, took off his shoes, and quickly got ready for bed. He drew the curtains, and checked his phone one more time before turning off the lights. Jacob had messaged him.

Jacob: Connor is off filming a Trash Taste special tomorrow, he said we can use his stream setup if we get there in the morning before he leaves.

Jan: When do we have to be there?

Jacob: Around 9

Jan: Okay

Jacob: Here’s the address: [Connor’s Address]

See you then 🙂

Jan: You too, gn

Jacob: Good night

He put his phone on the nightstand, turned off the lights, tucked into his blanket, and laid his weary head to rest. For a few seconds, he watched the lights from outside cast thin, long bands onto the wall and headboard above him. For a second, he thought about getting back up and closing them. He decided against it.

When he closed his eyes, he saw the lights shift to a bright white void in front of his mind’s eye. He could make out the shimmering outlines of an imposing yet familiar seeming creature. He seemed to be floating in front of it.

Through his mind, a deep voice boomed, “Follow my call, Jan. Come to me.”

At that moment, he felt a hand grasp his arm. He jerked his head to see whose hand it was, and saw the shimmering of another familiar, this time human, figure. Before he could make out who it was, he felt his stomach drop out and himself free-falling into darkness.

🟥🟪

8:57 AM. Jan arrived at Connor’s apartment building in a residential area of Tokyo. He hadn’t slept well, and was still a bit drowsy, despite the half-drunk konbini coffee. Checking the front door of the apartment complex, looking for a doorbell labeled Colquhoun, he quickly realized that he would have to enter an apartment number to use the intercom. He wrote Jacob a message, asking him if he had already arrived. He took a long swig, emptying the rest of the disposable cup and stuffed it in his jacket pocket – as with the rest of Tokyo, there was no trash can in sight.

Waiting, he checked his socials. Jacob had already hinted they might be streaming together on Twitter last night, but he had only announced it this morning, so, for most of his audience, it was going to be a surprise stream. Not to mention that for his European viewers, it was going to be a surprise stream in the middle of the night. Nonetheless, his post and made some good impressions. In the time collaborating with Jacob, he had definitely found out that they were good clickbait for any announcement or thumbnail.

“Hey Jan!” he heard an out-of-breath voice. When he raised his head, he saw Jacob quickly walking towards him. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting for long.”

“Don’t worry, I just arrived” Jan replied.

Jacob beelined towards the intercom.

“Connor sent me his apartment number, give me a moment.” they said, pressing buttons on the keypad.

“Colquhoun?” a voice came through the tinny speaker.

“Hey Connor, it’s us, Jan and Jacob!” Jacob said, louder than was probably necessary for the intercom to pick up his voice.

“Great, I’m on the second storey.”

The door buzzed, and Jacob pushed it open, holding it open for Jan before they walked through it themself. They were greeted at the apartment door by a smiling Connor, who beckoned them to come in. 

“Just put your shoes here –” Connor pointed at a shoebox next to the door “– and you can hang your jackets here” he said, waving towards the hooks on the wall, before walking ahead into the apartment.

“Can I offer you two something to drink?” Connor asked.

“Just a water.” Jan replied.

“Me too, please.” Jacob responded in kind. “Have you two ever met before?” They asked.

“Not yet,” Connor replied, filling up two glasses, “but I’ve watched some of your videos, Jan, when I was practising and memorising strats for a Nuzlocke I did,” he finished, handing Jan and Jacob their glasses.

“Thanks.” Jan said, a bit surprised, but confident.

He showed them his streaming setup, helped plug in the Switch, and explained the inputs and OBS setup.

“That should be everything, if you need anything else, just message me. I might just take a while to answer between shoots. If you’re thirsty, help yourselves to some coffee or tea, there are also a few litres of pop around here.” Connor told them as he put on his jacket and picked up his backpack. “Have fun, guys!” he said as he walked out the door, before he could hear Jacob and Jan thank him.

They both spent some more time setting up the multistream to both their channels and getting the Switch ready. The Switch menu showed a game icon very similar to the box art, just that the trainers were replaced by two older people, a brunet and a bearded blond, still in the same pose, holding Pokéballs and all. Neither of them noticed, though, as they were busy getting ready.

“Ready?” Jacob asked, looking at Jan.

“Yup.”

“Then let’s go.” Jacob said, pressing the Start Streaming button.

After greeting chat and waiting for some viewers to come in, Jacob took the lead.

“So, as you all have probably seen by now, Jan and I are doing a stream together from Tokyo, special thanks to Connor for allowing us to use his setup.”

“Yup, and it’s definitely the most… JoJo streaming environment I’ve ever been in.” Jan added, deadpanning.

“So, anyway, we’re playing a – well, let’s say, a special game today –” Jacob announced, holding the box into the camera.

“– not to mention a game you picked up in a mysterious storefront in an alleyway.” Jan joked.

“I remember you being there too,” Jacob teased and continued, “so, from what we were told, this is some weird pre-release fusion of Scarlet & Violet.”

“Let’s hope pre-release isn’t code for ‘even more of a buggy mess than the actual game releases’” Jan quipped.

“And if they are, we have you here as our resident Pokémon know-it-all to get us through it.” Jacob said, lightheartedly, and switched scenes to the Switch screen capture, with chat and the face cam to the side and corner.

“Ready?” they asked.

A TTS message interrupted them. “pChalpha cheered x100: ‘Finally more Jan and Jacob collabs? Always up for some more of the favorite enemies to lovers arc! :pokemoPog:’”

“I guess so.” Jan replied, swallowing a bit and purposely ignoring the TTS.

Jacob selected the game icon, pressed A, and suddenly, everything went white. Both of them felt like they were ripped away through the back of their seats, away from earth, into an endless white void. Within seconds, both of them had passed out.

All the viewers saw was what looked like a flash bang going off in front of the face cam, two suddenly empty chairs, and the Switch not loading the game. Instead, the screen capture showed the console menu with an error box with Japanese text.

自分自身と互いを見つけるために、彼らは冒険の世界に旅立った。驚異の世界。お互いがお互いを必要としているのと同じくらい、二人を必要としている世界。

A/N: Thank you for reading! As I said, I'm happy for any constructive critisism. This chapter, as well as the next, will go up on AO3 as soon as I get an invite there for my new account!

[ddiidi]

Secrets and Danger (weekend special)

idol!Leeknow x fem!reader (ot8 mentioned)

Masterlist

Part 7- PART 7.5(not proof read!) - Part 8

Synopsis: Since you and Minho are together now, Minhoo also wants to spend time with you, and what kind of boyfriend would he be, to not take a day off on the prefect day after an annoying meet up with your mother?

!Warnings: non, fluff, fluff and more fluff, name calling (Princess), pet names (kitten), (lmk if i missed anything)

You were awoken by the feeling of the bed dipping and someone giving you a kiss on the forhead.

A familiar smell, a familiar touch, the smell and touch you missed all day. "What..time is it..?" you mumble out, half asleep, "2am. I'm sorry I woke you, go back to sleep princess, hm?" Minho whispers, before giving you another kiss, getting off the bed, walking towards his bathroom to take a shower.

You watched him, with half lidded eyes, disappear into the room before deciding to take the blanket and your favorite plush, following him into the bathroom. You've seen him shirtless and as long as you don't open your eyes, you also won't see anything else by accident, you thought to yourself, so you pushed the door open and sat down on the toilet lid, hugging your plushy.

"Didn't I tell you to go back to sleep?" Minho asked, taking a short look at you, before rinsing his hair out, "Can't. Miss you too much.." you utter out quietly, too tired to open your eyes. Minho grins to himself and steps out the shower, drying himself off a little before putting his bathrobe on, "I missed you too" he whispered against your head, before picking you up, carrying you back to bed.

He gently laid you down, gets dressed, dries his hair and crawls into bed with you. As soon as you felt him laying down, you curled up in his arms, snuggled to him as close as humanly possible and took a deep breath, taking in his scent, "I missed you.." "I missed you too, but let's sleep a little longer okay princess?" he quietly cooed in your ear, closely holding you to his chest, while you just nod. Rightnow, you just wanted to stay in his arms like that forever, warmly curled up on his chest, in his arms. Being able to smell his scent and listen to his heartbeat, just his whole presence made you feel sleepy again and before you fell asleep, you whisper, "I love you..so much..thank you for being with me Min..". You noticed him mumbling something, but you were too tired to hear it and fell asleep.

You must have woken up pretty late, since the sun was shining bright outside, but you swear, you've never slept that good in your whole life of a human being. If it wouldn't be midday, you would go back to sleep again, but you can't rot in bed all day, even if you wanted to. It would be way too boring since you have no one to bug at. So you get out of bed and are a little disappointed and sad to not see a single text from Minho. Even when you were just friends and he'd be super busy, he always texted you good morning.

You sigh and lazily stomp over to the kitchen, just to be suprised by Minho, standing there, cooking. He picks up two mugs and placed them on the table, when you approached him.

"Love why are you here? Shouldn't you be at work?" "Good morning to you too kitten. I bugged the boys and got one day off because I wanted a nice day with my girl, since I wasn't there yesterday already." he pressed a long kiss on your forhead, before pulling a chair out for you to sit down. "But won't you get in trouble?" you ask worried. "I'll worry about that some other day. Today, all my attention is on you. And you only."

(≧∇≦)/Decided to sneek in a lil weekend day imagine in my story bc i dreamed abt it, js imagine the rest

[faithintaiwan]

july 28 - taitung to kaohsiung

We're finally going to Yeh laoshi's hometown of Kaohsiung!! We woke up early in the morning to get on the party bus and drive to the city. It was a peaceful ride through the mountains and the last time we would see the Pacific Ocean.

The previous day, Yeh laoshi and Peter told us that we had a surprise today for our itinerary before being released for our free half day. When we reached Kaohsiung we parked at a kindergarten school and walked to the MRT where we met the cutest little orange cat!! His name is Mikan and he is the official Station Master. He works once a month and we visited him on that day! Prior to his hiring, he was a common feature of the station as many have stray cats. Yeh laoshi had a little plushie of him and the worker took it from her and put it next to Mikan to take a photo of him with it. It was sooo adorable and I'm so jealous of that plushie. It should have been me.

Then we were released for our free half day! Fanny and I went for sushi. After having unsatisfactory meals for five ? days I was so excited!! The place we went to had the nicest chef. He gave us extra pieces of sushi for free so that we could split each dish in half evenly and the service was so fast. The sushi itself was absolutely delicious and we even ordered a second round. I am so so so happy!!!

Since it was early, we headed towards a shopping street but got stuck in the main Kaohsiung station heading up because of how many shops there were. Fanny got stuck in an anime store and while I wandered around waiting for her to finish, I found so many blind box stores that I lifted my self ban and bought one. I also got gifts for friends from another store and on the final level we ran into a Mofusand pop up store. It was so adorable and I think I died and ascended in that moment. I bought a gift for a friend, a passport cover, and various other things. My favorite one is definitely the shark cat one.

Unfortunately since we spent so much time in that station, all the stores closed. I'll definitely go back on another day.

[speedychildnight]

FOREVER MINE// CHAPTER 5

Chapter 5

He left your cheeks and started walking again. Soon tears made their way to fall. You hang your head while crying silently and walking behind him.

Jungkook also got shocked and that's the only thing which was roaming inside his head that's why he failed to notice.

After some minutes you both reached in front of your houses. By that time you already wiped your tears.

Jungkook: Ummm...Yn... actually I... wanna go home today. As you know I didn't go there for 5 days. I think dust covered everything. I just wanna clean the house a little bit.

He said to you and it hit your heart like an arrow but you didn't lift your head and just nodded then went to your house without saying goodbye.

At your house...

Yn: I knew it...he...he will break everything. But I also can't handle it anymore. I am also a human.

You cried out loud while Jungkook's brain was also in a mess.

Time skips....

You cried a lot...

Yn: All those times I was just being fooled. I know I am not his type. That's why he didn't answer. I get it as we are bff so he doesn't wanna break my heart and tell me that.

You're thinking about it only while sitting on the bed. Your eyes became sore, red and puffy. Soon you drifted into sleep being tired while crying this much.

At Jungkook's house...

Jungkook: Did I just overreact? She told me beforehand, right? Shit... Ahhh I am in a huge mess now.... Oh no I have to sleep.

After 10 minutes...

Jungkook: I don't think I can sleep like that. Oh shit, I have to go to my dear plushie.

He got out of his house and came to your house. Your mom already told him the password. But when he tried that he couldn't able to open it.

Actually, you changed it. Cause you thought Jungkook would never come. That's why.

Jungkook: Aish! This girl. Did she just change the password? OK, I have to work on plan B. Ok, Jungkook be ready.

He climbed the pipe and reached the balcony. He opened the window.

Jungkook: Look at this clumsy girl. She locked the door but left the window what if someone who will enter other than me? Anyway, let me sleep. I can't even able to sleep without her.

He came near you but was shocked when he saw a dry tear stain on your cheeks and your puffy eyes.

Jungkook (in thought): She cried?! But why? Is it because of me? Don't tell me that....oh no. I am sorry Yn.

He climbed to the bed hugged you tightly from behind and drifted into sleep.

Next morning...

Jungkook woke up and saw you were sleeping beside him while hugging him so tightly.

He stared at your face for some time then brought his hand to your hair and started caressing it.

You woke up feeling some touch. As soon as you opened your eyes you saw Jungkook and a tear slipped from your eyes.

He wiped the tear with his hand.

Jungkook: Why my chatterbox is crying?

Yn: J-jungkook y-you c-came?

Your voice was shaking from crying.

He wiped your tears and again asked...

Jungkook: Ynaah what happened??

Yn: J-Jungkook I am very very sorry for yesterday. Please don't break our friendship. Please, please.

You were pleading him more like begging.

Jungkook: Are you crazy? Why would I break our friendship? You're too precious to me Yn. And why the hell are you crying?

You decided to avoid this topic as you got your answer that he is not going to end this friendship.

Yn: Nothing. I am just silly. I just want our friendship to never break.

You said and hugged him very tightly. He also hugged you back.

................

Finally, the day came for which both of you were waiting. The exam day...

You both wished the best of luck to each other and went to the exam hall.

As soon as the exam ended Jungkook came outside while running to tell you that he did his best. But you were nowhere to be found.

He thought maybe you were inside so he waited for you until the last people went from there.

He called you several times but all the calls went to voicemail. He started to worry about you.

Without thinking he rushed to your house and there he saw you curled up.

He ran to you and hugged you tightly. After some time he pulled out from the hug and started scolding you.

Jungkook: Are you crazy or what huh? Don't you know how worried I got about you? Tell me how many times I called you huh?

He was scolding you nonstop until he noticed that you were giving no reaction.

Jungkook: Ynaaah what happened? Tell me.

You opened your mouth to tell something but again stopped.

He got that you're not comfortable to tell right now. So he didn't force you and escort you towards the dining table to feed you.

Time skips...

It's been one week since you're trying to avoid Jungkook. It's so hard to avoid him when you're living under the same roof even in the same room.

But Jungkook caught you. So he decided to talk with you right now. Cause he can't take your silent treatment anymore.

You both were eating lunch. But suddenly Jungkook spoke

Jungkook: Ynaaah you know there is a Tteok-bokki shop in front of Seoul National University. Very first we will go there after our admission okk?

It's that moment when your heart is clenched. So, you kept silent.

Jungkook: yn I am asking you something.

Yn: I can't go to the college.

And that's when finally your tears made their way down to your face.

Yn: I am sorry Jungkook I can't keep my promise.

His chopsticks fell from his hand.

Jungkook: What happened Yn?

Yn: P-pa-papa i-is a-alive......

[cottoncandy-cult]

Seeking Comfort

Trigger Warnings: Not sure if this is necessary as Say isn't really crying or breaking down. just woke up that morning feeling kinda blegh and she tries to go about normally cause she can't figure out what could be wrong. This one will only have the brothers as Emma would usually be the one, she went to with this kinda stuff cause she felt like she was overreacting, but sometimes Emma isn't around or is busy. Those few times she goes to her brother's.

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Mikey

It had been a regular morning when Sayuri woke up, it was quite early and usually only her grandpa or Emma would be up. But Emma was away with her friends on some kind of birthday vacation, and grandpa went with Shinichiro to the dojo. She could tell when her eyes opened that it was going to be one of those days, she had a suffocating numbness in her chest that made her want to cry. Yet she physically couldn't, she pouted as she stared at the ceiling, trying to will away the feelings that were so intensely there yet absent. After a solid half hour, she slipped out of bed, her footsteps were almost silent as she walked to the door that connected her room to Mikey's. She knew he was still asleep, but she also knew he wouldn't mind if she came to join him. So quietly she made her way to his bed, in her arms she clutched onto a little dragon plushy Shinichiro had won for her at a fair. She approached his bed side, standing there for a moment and watching the male drool on his pillow. "Mikey~... Please wake up for a minute." She spoke softly, trying to gently rouse him from his sleep. When it did nothing, she reached out to the hand that wasn't tucked under the cover, lightly tugging on his finger.

"What's'it Say?..." He slurred sleepily; one onyx eye peeking open. Though his nose crinkled when he saw the odd expression on her face. She was distressed, even if she didn't seem to be panicking. "I don't feel right Mikey..." She pouted at her brother, watching him slowly move into a sitting position. "What do you mean? Do you feel sick?" He swayed a little in his sleepy state, reaching out to check her forehead. "I just feel bad... I feel like my lungs are being squeezed and I wanna cry but at the same time I can't cry... I don't feel ok, and I don't know why." Her voice cracked here and there, he could see how she was borderline crying, yet the tears just wouldn't escape. Mikey understood, he struggled with his own emotions for some time and still does on occasion. The blonde scooted back on the bed, petting the warm spot he had previously been laying. Sayuri was quick to crawl into bed, still cuddling her dragon as Mikey lies back down and tucks them both in. Mikey tugged her close and tucked her against his chest, one of her little hands reaching out to grasp his white shirt. He rested his head against the top of hers as he sighed quietly. "It's ok, not everyone feels ok and happy all the time. These emotions are completely natural, if you feel like this then come to us. Sometimes people just feel down and need comfort and that's ok." He repeated the words his grandpa spoke to him long ago, rubbing her back gently. "Let's take a nap, when we get up, I'll take you out to try some American food." The little girl gave a slow nod, thanking him quietly and quickly finding it hard to stay awake. She fell asleep in the comfort of her big brother's presence.

Shinichiro ft. Takeomi and Shion

Sayuri came down the steps after pulling herself from bed, it was kind of quiet and she wasn't sure where everyone was. But then she slowly tuned into the dull droning's of the t.v. from the living room, looking past the banister she saw Shinichiro watching a show with Wakasa and 2 of his other friend's. She took in the sight of the new two and began to weigh her options, one looked older than her brother with black and blonde hair smoking a cigarette. The other seemed around the same age as Shin from what she could tell, but to her surprise had hair similar in color and style to hers. She tilted her head, curiosity cutting through the dull ache that was still softly thumping in her chest. She didn't get to watch for long though before Shinichiro spotted her, he gave her a smile and extended his hand out to her. "Hey there, Say, I haven't seen you all day." She approached her brother who sat on the couch against the left wall and faced the window that showed the front yard, the other two males looking at her over the back of the couch with wide eyes as she walked over to her brother. Taking his hand, she let him lead her to the space between him and Wakasa, the lazy male giving her a lazier smile. "You seem tired kid, thought you were just waking up for the day." Wakasa tossed out the passive comment, he like some of the others had been to the house enough to figure out how the little girl usually behaves. "I'm not tired... just..." She pouted; she still wasn't sure what words to use to explain. She wasn't tired in the sleepy sense of the word, but she wasn't sure what other word to use. "Is everything alright Say?" The two males watched quietly from across the room as Shinichiro sat up a bit straighter, rubbing her back as he watched her features. "Just woke up feeling weird again... Can I stay with you all for a bit?" She looked up at her brother with big minty blue eyes, making the male smile and nod.

"Sure, you guys don't mind, do you? Afterall now you can officially meet her before Mikey brings her to the base." The dark-haired boy looked to the two that quietly watched across from them, both men glancing at each other before shrugging wearing their own lazy grins. They had seen enough pictures of her and heard enough stories floating about the base that they had been kind of curious about all of the fuss, Mikey had a habit of spamming the group chat with updates almost daily. Meanwhile Shinichiro and Izana usually only posted candid pictures they thought their little sister looked especially cute in, like when they took her to the petting zoo for the first time and she got so distracted feeding a baby goat she hadn't even realized how awe struck she was. Sayuri turned to face them, looking at both men raising one of her small hands up in a slight wave. "It's nice to meet you, you can call me Say." The men smiled towards her, the one with striped hair leaning forward some so his elbows rested on his knees. "Nice to finally meet you in person kid, I'm Takeomi. The guy stealin your style is Shion." This made the bottle blonde roll his eyes, elbowing his friend in the side. "Hey now, I think it's better to say great minds think alike." This led to the two throwing joking insults at each other, this made the little girl feel a bit better than she had when she first came down. Once they all started to watch the movie the little girl started getting drowsy again, the atmosphere was pretty comfy, and she felt her head bobbing as she tried to stay awake. Though before she knew it her brother was laying her down, so her head rested on his lap, with a soft yawn and a rather adorable 'big stretch' she began to doze off with her legs across Wakasa's lap. The older male didn't care, simply patting her shin without looking away from the movie. No one noticing how Takeomi or Shion smirked to each other, they could see how and why she managed to hook those she had met around her little finger. If what they had heard or seen was an indicator for things to come, she'd be having guys from the base tripping over each other to get her snacks soon enough.

Izana ft. Rin & Ran Haitani

Izana had been in the backyard with the haitani twins, the two having come over to discuss some sort of bonfire with the white-haired male that would happening on the edge of town later that week. During a lull in conversation Izana had noticed Sayuri coming into the kitchen, her head wasn't held quite as high as usual, and her hair was a little messy. Tiny bare feet drug across the floor as she went to get a juice box from the fridge, the twins noticed Izana's concerned stare and followed it to the little girl. "Is everything okay Izana?" Rindou tilted his head, the girl looked fine to him if not just a little tired, but he also didn't know her the way her brother did. Though that doesn't mean Ran didn't notice, being a big brother himself he knew how to read a younger sibling's movements and posture and he could tell the girl wasn't feeling it today. "Yeah, one sec. You guys haven't met Say yet I don't think." He didn't wait for a response and entered the house via the sliding glass door, seafoam eyes looking up at the tall male as he approached her with a soft smile. "Hey there Say, everything alright?" He kneeled down, running his fingers through her hair to brush it out a little. His smile fell when she simply shrugged, looking away as she held her juice box with both hands Infront of her. "Just another weird day..." This had been what the siblings started calling her off days, it was the best way for her to communicate that she just wasn't feeling herself.

Izana nodded, continuing to pet her head. "I see, you want to come outside with me and my friends? You aint got to talk but the fresh air might help you feel better." The little girl shifted her eyes to her brother, then leaning slightly she peered past him to the two males at the outdoor table. The one with long twin braids gave her a wave, chuckling a little at her head tilt before she returned to her normal posture and gave her brother a nod. "Alright, the wind does feel nice when it comes through the window." This made Izana chuckle as he nodded, lifting her up with ease. He knew they'd have to stop carrying her around eventually, but he figured he'd wait til she was too big for it, he was kind of hoping she wouldn't, but he knew even if she didn't outgrow it physically, she probably would mentally. But for now, the little girl was content in her brother's grasp, letting him carry her into the comfortable spring day outside as he sat at the table with her on his lap. "Hey there princess, it's nice to meet ya." This had been Ran, extending his large hand to her and chuckling at her much smaller one gently took his in a polite gesture. "At this point your brother's may as well bring you by the hang-out so you can meet the rest of us." Rindou grinned at how that seemed to perk her up, she had been super excited about getting to go with Mikey to his friend's hangout spot. She knew it was technically a gang base, but she felt there was no reason to clarify with her siblings, finding it funny how hard they try to censor and explain some hard things. "Mikey is thinking about bringing her soon on one of his days since Shinichiro has to go out of town for a martial arts convention and I have some work I need to get done." Sayuri smiled some as she sipped her juice box, the topic had helped to boost her mood. "It'll be fun to hang out with everyone at once, usually I just get to see Draken, Kaku, Hina or Waka." These had been the 4 that had hung out the most around the house, she didn't always hang out with them but if they ever went and got or ordered food, they'd get some for her or would even invite them to come with them to certain events and places. The little girl relaxed against her brother and the trio spoke about what it was like at the "hangout", learning that another of her brother's friends was pretty rich and had bought a large multistory building for everyone to hang out and work from. She also got to learn some of the wild or more embarrassing stories about her brother's and their friends, the group never failed to make her feel better.

[joywolff]

A Long Hard Night in the Crib

Many origin stories about age regression feature a miserable, long, often wet and/or messy, night in a crib. I’ve been a diaper-wearing, pacifier-using, stuffie-collecting little in the world for a long time but I spent last night in my crib—miserable. It all started when I had a nightmare about my car. My daddy and I had a fantastic, wonderful day. I picked up my Mommy from the airport and gave her a ride to other side of the city where she and my boring stepdad live. When I got back Daddy and I got in bed together and had naked naughtiness together. Then we went to IKEA (!!!) and came back, walked the dogs, watched TLC and ate dinner. Perfect.

My nightmare woke me up. I had a bad dream about my car, very grown up worries about not being about to afford the parts of fix it. I woke up and had the darkest, bleakest thoughts, I remember calling out for my mommy and daddy very sweetly offering to cuddle me. “No, I’ll be up for hours.” I kissed him and crawled into my crib.

If the soft blankets and the pastel colors were magic potions then it would have been a better night. It wasn’t. A few minutes in I remembered all those ABDL erotic age regression origin stories where the protagonist comes to need diapers after a few nights in a crib. I was wearing a diaper. I did use the diaper for its intended purpose. I did reach inside to see if touching my princess parts would ease the horrible headlines in my head.

Nothing worked perfectly. I felt safe though. I felt safe and cozy. I did not age regress. I knew I was loved. My giant plushies kept me company. Being alone in the crib, next to the high chair, tucked under the diaper tower, within sight of the changing table under the watchful eye of ‘Rocky’ the rocking horse, it isn’t the same as being alone in a big grownup bed.

Morning now. The dark night is past and everything is okay. There’s a thousand things to worry about but there’s also a sleeping puppy next to me and a cute outfit waiting—my life is special and I am grateful for it.

[mischief-incarnate]

I AM NOT A PLUSHIE!

Ely was on the warpath, well at least for her.   Ghalyn was nowhere to be found and she had questions.  She needed some answers and that left Taalys.  She knew he would be someplace in Valdrakkan.  Most likely taking a much-needed break in the inn.

            Sure enough, there he was with a Draenei sitting in his lap?  That made her pause a moment as Ely was not interested in a stranger hearing her woes.   Then they both glanced over, and she made note the Draenei had only one eye and a matching facial scar Nikko did.   So the Zandalari was in disguise it seemed.  A quick magical scan told Ely this was a transformation and not illusion.  Interesting and certainly Taalys’ work.

            Ely self consciously pushed her curls from her face and joined them at the table.  “How have things been here for you?”

            Taalys gave a little shrug.  “There is a lot to piece together.   So many places and beings that need help.   Thankfully there are enough of our types to go around.   And yourself Ely?  Though looking at you,” he paused to give her a once over look, “you look frustrated.”

            “Do I look like or give off plushie vibes?”

            Taalys gave her a confounded look.  “Pardon me?”   Even Nikko was now paying attention, regarding Ely intently with her one good eye.

            “You heard me,” she huffed, puffing out her cheeks.

            “You absolutely do not give me those thoughts, nor do you have that aura,” Taalys said, brow furrowed.  “Care to share with me why you needed to ask this question?”

            She paused, ordering herself a tea then looked back at the two.  Nikko was actually paying attention now, shifting in his lap to peer at Ely.   The mage squirmed under the scrutiny of the huntress, all thoughts of being sassy to Taalys vanishing.

            “I spent the night in a tent with a man, who was obviously not you and also not my brother.”  Ely looked anyplace besides at the couple, making note of Nikko’s surprised snort and Taalys’ mouth falling open ever so slightly.   “Nothing happened!  Well, except that he sleep snuggled me.  He was on the other side of the tent but migrated over.”

            Nikko made a dismissive snort at that.

            “I see… so how does the entire plushie thing come into play here,” Taalys asked, taking a casual sip of his ale.  His eyes remained glued to the mage though.

            “Well the snuggling thing.   It is, was all he seemed interested in.   I gave him hints I found him interesting.  I didn’t even stab him when he pulled my hair either,” she was back to huffing in annoyance.

            “Yes, not stabbing is an excellent way to convey interest,” Taalys drawled.

            “Have you punched him in the face,” Nikko asked.  “It served me well with Taalys.”

            “Wait… you two got together because she punched you in the face,” Ely’s eyes snapped up to stare at the couple, her eyes huge now.

            “She did, and I understood the technicalities of Zandalari courtship… so we ended in a proper fist fight.”

            “A fist fight!”  Ely leaned back in her chair and stared in shock.

            “Yes, it is a proper prelude to angry sex,” Nikko said with the most casual of shrugs.

            “I am not getting into a fist fight with a former paladin,” Ely blurted, shaking her head.

            “Mores the pity, cuts out the confusion,” Nikko grumbled.  “Elves do things the hard way.”

            “Well we prefer not to bleed,” Ely muttered. 

            Taalys chuckled, “Some of us.  So just snuggling happened?  What did he say the next morning?”

            “I uhhhh, well I ran away.  Left my armor too.”

            “Why,” Taalys and Nikko asked as one.

            “You see, errrr.  I woke up before he did, well most of him.  He was spooning me from behind and,” Ely flushed to her roots of her hair and up her ears.  “I was so startled by the poking that I ran away.”

            “So you don’t like him then,” Nikko snorted.

            “I don’t know.  I just know we talked the next day and he was entirely flustered and embarrassed by the poking.   The man seemed like the bad boy type… bad boys do not get flustered by their protrusions.  They are proud of them!”

            Taalys shrugged, “True enough.  I would never apologize or be flustered by my body’s reaction to a soft behind against me.  Obviously, you did not stab or turn him into a sheep.  If he has known you for more then five minutes, that should have been a clue you were appreciative, even if you bolted.”

            “EXACTLY,” Ely blurted loudly, then shrunk down when people stared.  She sighed in relief as her tea was delivered and focused on sipping that.

            “Look Ely, you are not a plushie.  You need to be more comfortable with your beauty.  This may sound funny, but you are completely oblivious to looks that come your way.   At some point you need to be more comfortable with yourself and your looks.   Think of an example of a woman that is at home in her own skin and owning her looks and abilities.”

            “Oh, that is easy Sin and the Coconut Lady,” Ely quipped.

            “Coconut lady,” Taalys asked with an arched brow.

            Ely shrugged, “You would have had to have been there to understand.”

[starlitships-moved]

My (WIP) Selfship Timeline:

I started working at the pizzaplex quite a bit BEFORE the events of security breach.

Worked mostly in the West Arcade, but also had various odd jobs around the plex (cleaning etc.)

Took a while to warm up to DJMM (I have a major fear of spiders DX), but once I did, we became very close, eventually becoming QPPS!

Became fast friends with Chica, Freddy and even the staff bots! Didn't get along so well with Roxy and Monty though.

Also got to see Sun on a pretty regular basis, usually when on break or when I had to stay later in the day/night, leading to me befriending him!

Often offered to help Sun clean up in the daycare after hours. (Never even knew Moon existed yet. And Sun certainly wasn't telling me about him.)

Oftentimes when working at night, I heard some spooky bell jingling or saw red eyes in the rafters... The feeling of being watched was almost ALWAYS there.

At times, I would even have random "gifts" left out near my workspace, stuff like moondrop candies, plushies etc.

This went on for a while.

The daycare was suddenly shut down. Sun started acting noticably more nervous/distraught... Probably because he was used to being around a ton of people, not just... an empty room.

Feeling worried about him, I visited for longer and just provided company for him. (Also may or may not have started developing a little crush on him during this time ^_^; But oops, so did he... and moon) However, he didn't want me staying after the lights went out in the daycare for some reason...

Around this same time, the other animatronics started exhibiting odd, almost glitch-like behaviors...

Monty in particular was getting super aggressive towards guests and staff alike... His green room eventually had to be barred from guests, and he was no longer signing autographs!

Things just seemed to escalate, until one night when I was heading back to the West Arcade, Monty chased me down, nearly ending me in the process...

THAT was when I first met Moon.

Monty had me by the leg, dragging me closer to him, about to slash me with his claws... And something lunged at him, knocking him away from me! There were sounds of a struggle, then dead silence...

I peeked from between my fingers, and saw... something tearing Monty to pieces. It turned to me very slowly, red eyes shining... I nearly fainted on the spot! It reached out an oil-soaked hand toward my face, causing me to try crawling backwards but unable to because of the injuries to my leg... And THAT was when I passed out. Apparently the stress, fear and pain was too much for me...

I woke up in the daycare, Sun absolutely panicking over me! He eventually had to come clean about Moon's existence, since I literally had my life saved by him! (He had literally bandaged up my leg and brought me to the daycare!)

He also had to explain where he and Moon originally came from: That they were built for the theater first! Sun was afraid to tell me about his counterpart for several reasons; 1. He was worried about how I'd react to him essentially having another supposedly "evil" side to him that was literally supposed to play the villain in the theater. And 2. Moon has ALSO been glitching out like the other animatronics! It was also one of the reasons the daycare was currently shut down...

Anyways.... Monty was found the next morning and had to be taken to parts and service.

Some more time passed, I also started interacting with Moon more often. And of course had to deal with some of his more gremlin moments XD At times he would be more dangerous due to the glitch though!

Some more time passes. I get even closer with both Sun and Moon.

Eventually the events of security breach take place. A bunch of other things take place (we'll save that for another time!)

An undetermined amount of time passes

I somehow end up becoming their handler (?) IDK I'm still working on this (I'm also currently at this stage right now!)

MORE time passes

Eventually an accident happens and the pizzaplex burns down(?)

I manage to rescue them and bring them to my house (?)

---

(As of now, IDK which ending I'm going with, so this is all I've got for now!)

[sunnidaydreamer]

Lily White and New

AN: MAJOR END GAME SPOILERS so read at your own discretion.

Summary: After the events of Area Zero, Arven has something new in his life.

Arven can’t remember how they got the A.I. down; what he does remember is dragging it- him- kicking and screaming away from the Zero Lab and to an area where Miraidon could fly them out.

“Please, children, you don’t understand!”

Arven remembers Lydia throwing the violet book into the machine, the pull of it taking the book into the future, sealing and shutting down the time machine.

As soon as they left the Great Crater the crystals that had formed on the A.I. shattered and fell to the ground in little shards.

By the time they touched down outside the Crater, the A.I. had stopped talking, looking down, resigned to what was happening.

It was night when they emerged, and they had no idea what to do next.

“Let’s go to my house,” Nemona suggested. “My parents are away, and we have plenty of room!”

The A.I. silently followed them into the house. They all piled into Nemona’s room, dragging pillows, blankets, and plushies into a big nest on the floor.

“Umm…. Do you sleep?” Arven hesitantly asked the A.I.

“I have a sleep mode, yes.” It- he- replied. “I will deactivate in a chair for the night.”

He went to Nemona’s desk and sat, slumping over.

Penny waited a moment before going over; his eyes were still open, but darkened. Eyes that, only hours ago had been black and cyan, and filled with what Arven could only describe as hatred.

She came back to the pile and flopped down, snuggling a pawmi plush that Nemona had.

“Night.”

Everyone cuddled together, Lydia grumbling that they were squishing her, and went to sleep.

---

The next morning, after breakfast(Nemona’s housemaid baffled beyond belief at the number of children in her master’s house and the not-hungry professor that joined them), they went to the school, straight to Director Clavell’s office.

It took a surprisingly short time to explain(how did it not take hours, it felt like it should take hours).

It took longer for the Director to accept that the Professor Turo before him was an A.I. and not a flesh and blood person.

It was only when he shut down into sleep mode that the Director believed them.

“Master Arven. As this… being… is modeled after your father, it seems it would be wise for i- ahem- him to remain with you. We can’t allow anyone beyond this room to know the truth.”

“What?! You can’t-!”

“It’s for the best. Everyone knows the professor is your father. To them, it would merely seem as though he came home. If anyone else were to find out what he truly is… it could be disastrous.”

And so, Arven ended up taking in the unsettling A.I.

He led him to the lighthouse, letting him make his home there, while Arven stayed in the dorms.

Through the Directors insistence, however, Arven ended up staying at the lighthouse too.

He tried to keep his distance from the A.I., dubbed T instead of Turo(“A nickname, from son to father.” the Director said.), but T also seemed to keep a respectable distance as well.

He spoke if Arven spoke to him, took the inevitable vitriol with grace.

Mabosstiff, on the other hand, took to the A.I. easily.

He followed him around demanding pats, licked his hands and face, if he got the chance, and would push Arven nearer to T.

Arven tried to protest, tried to be petulant, but T was just so…

Not like Turo at all.

He spoke kindly to Arven, laughed, and patted Mabosstiff happily. He cooked for Arven; little meals that tasted surprisingly good, and would leave them for the teen when he got too into his studies to remember to eat.

Then, from all the studying and tension of the past few months, Arven fell ill.

He woke up with a cold, and a sore, aching throat. His temperature was through the roof and he was covered in sweat, shaking, and whimpering.

Mabosstiff stayed by his side a while, licking his stuck-out hand softly.

At some point the pokemon left, and when he returned…

He brought T with him.

“Arven?” The A.I. slowly crept in. “Your temperature is 105.2 You are very ill.”

Arven coughed in response, burying his face into the sweaty pillow.

A cold hand touched his forehead, and Arven hated how good it felt, hated how he tried to press further into the touch.

“Do you have any medicine you can take?”

“Nmm…” Arven shook his head.

“I will return shortly.”

Arven heard him leave, and was thankful to be left alone again, thankful for the thought of medicine.

Until he remembered that wasn’t a human going out to get medicine for him, and if anyone figured that out…

Arven shot up and scrambled out of bed, fighting his blankets and sheets.

“Wait!”

But T was already off on his way, already out the door.

Mabosstiff came into the room, barking. He ran over to Arven, trying to push him back into the bed.

Arven whimpers softly, weakly trying to get back into bed. His arms give and he stays half on the floor, half on the bed.

By the time T returns he’s asleep again.

---

When Arven wakes up again he’s laying flat on his back, a cool rag on his forehead.

He coughs softly and hears something being poured.

Someone helps lift him and presses something to his lips.

“I know it will not taste the best, but you must drink it. Drink as slowly as you need to.”

Arven parts his lips and drinks the medicine. He is given some water afterward, to wash the taste out of his mouth. Once that is done he’s laid back down, his blanket is adjusted, and he falls back asleep.

---

And so goes the next week.

For the first few days, Arven has trouble keeping his eyes open, and needs help taking the medicine.

T feeds him chicken broth, with a few small noodles in it.

When Arven is stronger, when he can sit up and take medicine himself, T feeds him full chicken soup, then beef soup with tiny vegetables and tiny bits of beef.

The entire time, T talks gently to him, and encourages him to get well.

The better he gets, the happier T seems to be.

When Arven is finally better, he finds his feelings have changed toward T, significantly.

He no longer feels bitter, at least, not toward T.

T couldn’t help who made him, couldn’t help his creator.

It wasn’t his fault that Turo made him look just like him, to have his memories.

Was it vanity, that made the Professor make his A.I. look just like him?

Was it just in case he needed to take video calls, or talk to assistants?

But then again, the only people that they knew of being down there were the Professor and his A.I.

Video calls, maybe. Arven supposed it made sense, but he still felt there was an element of vanity there.

T…

T was T.

He was nice, he took care of Arven; he listened to him, even if it was just the teen yelling at him.

T was more of a father to him than the man he called father.

This led to some… mixed feelings from Arven.

On one hand, he was a robot version of his father.

On the other, T was kinder, more parental, and all-around nicer, than Turo.

Arven was torn; part of him wanted to hate T for everything he was. But the other part…

Was happy.

He had… a father. He had a parent now. He had a second chance.

Maybe he couldn’t go back in time and switch the two to have an actual childhood, but now he had him.

He could have a dad.

---

 Years Later

“Arven. Does this look right?”

T stood before a mirror, tying a tie. Or he was trying to.

“Here, dad, let me.”

Arven went over and straightened it out, smoothing it.

“Ah, thank you.”

T wore a suit, and looked rather nice, now that he was out of the former professor's jumpsuit and coat.

Sometime after the events in Area Zero T had stopped wearing the outfit, going with Arven to get new clothes.

His style was much looser than Turo’s had ever been, with a lot of comfy sweaters and soft pants.

T only wore something like a suit to important events, otherwise, you couldn’t get him out of his comfy clothes.

Turo’s former assistants and associates noticed the rather large change in the man they called professor.

They commented on his new lack of obsession with his research, and how he was no longer meticulous in his clothing choice.

He let his hair look messy, and wore his comfy clothes to video calls.

People noticed his sudden new love for plants, a large garden of flowers now growing near the lighthouse.

Most brushed it off, assuming that his time in Area Zero had made him rethink his life.

A few were suspicious, with one claiming that the professor had been replaced.

Even the suspicious brushed him off. That was impossible, after all.

Right?

“Dad, we’re going to be late!” Arven called from the door, Mabosstiff barking.

“Coming!”

T hurriedly finished getting ready, checking one last time that his hair was nicely combed.

After all.

He needed to look nice for his son’s graduation.

[accordokite]

I just shifted.

Twice, actually. First one I'm gonna say is a minishift, because it was so short. I usually perceive minishifts as a "how long were you in your DR" thing, rather than a "did I fully shift" thing, because at any point and time, we've already shifted. Second one is where I am now -- an alternate version of my CR (or "old reality" as I like to call it). I'll also recount the dream I remember under the cut. Sorry if something isn't grammatically correct or there's a typo, it's like 5 am for me.

First, the dream so that I don't forget. I don't really remember the plot, but the visuals were very vivid. That, and I was my current self, not any of my DR selves. It involved real people I knew, and I remember seeing my father, one of my sisters, and one of my dungeon masters for a campaign I was in?

Like I said, I don't really remember the plot, but some settings included (but are not limited to):

A dimly lit hotel room, with warm lighting from a light. A very basic Hampton one, with two twin (maybe even queen) sized beds. I had one bed, the aforementioned sister had the other. My bed was closer to the window, hers was closer to the bathroom.

Not technically a setting, but father was in the hotel room next door. He's a very loud person, and I remember being able to hear him through the walls.

A parking lot at night. Very self explanatory.

A gigantic, dimly lit gym. Like, a school gym. This is the one setting that doesn't line up with the others -- a dark orange, polished floor, black bleachers, and me talking to my DM. I could tell where the gym began and ended, but some parts of it were super dark. There was also a stage, with velvet evergreen carpet and curtains.

And that's pretty much all I can remember. There was a pool in there somewhere too I think? Most of these probably took place in the same dream.

Now, for the actual shifting experience.

The first one was probably somewhere around 2 am here -- I'm not exactly sure, I was so exhausted. I think I was in the void state? I thought I've been in the void state before, but this felt like nothing I've ever felt before. Like, my eyes wouldn't fully open, my body felt super heavy, but I could still move it somewhat, so I don't think it's sleep paralysis.

And more importantly, I was in my DR bed.

For context, I tried to shift to my Uluru DR again. If you haven't seen my intro pinned on my blog, it's basically just a love and deepspace DR where I am just hanging out with Xavier on Uluru. It functions as both a waiting room and a comfort/rest DR. Continuity-wise, it's not from when MC and Xavier first elope in the myth stories in the games, its more so kind of after everything, even the main story. I am the MC in this DR (or at least, my own version of her), but there are two other MCs for Zayne and Rafayel respectively that are not on Uluru.

The experience didn't last long, however, because my visuals soon shifted back to my old reality (which I will shorten to OR from now on). I know I was fully there -- something I find important of note was that I was in my DR bed alone, even though Xavier usually shares it with me. I could feel a fan running, too, even though I don't think I had a fan? And it was also quite late in my DR. There was more light coming through the windows than normal for like 2 am at night, so I think Xavier did a "I'm gonna head out the window and take a walk" thing, just because he can/he's used to it from living in the Linkon Apartments.

When I shifted back, somehow I was clutching onto one of my plushies that I had organized on my OR bed. Specifically, it was a rather big one, and was nicely snuggled among other plushies, so I wasn't really sure how it got into my hands, but when I tried to move it back, it was like I had lost all coordination. I did manage to put it back, but my arms wouldn't move like I wanted them to. I went back to sleep after that, because I was still so groggy.

And when I woke up this morning, the second shift happened.

I have a plethora of posters plastered on my wall. Some of them are these really old Pokémon ones from when I was a kid, taken out of a sun and moon poster book. I had taken a few down some years ago, but I know I had a bounsweet poster under my window.

But when I woke up today, it wasn't there.

This kind of shift isn't anything new, but usually, it's the color of something in my OR changing. A house on my bus route being a dark grey and bright red, when I swore it was another color. The wash cup in the bathroom being blue, when I thought it was red. But most of these can be chalked up to my poor memory. At least, that's what I thought at the time.

But this? I can't deny an entire poster going missing. And it's not just the poster. One of my purses hanging on my chair is missing too.

I shifted.

Do I still feel a bit out of it? Yes.

But is it worth it? Also yes.

[amy0-01]

Chapter 3 - Meeting The Uncles

This is the third chapter of my 1st series - Fulgur and His Little Psychic- on AO3 (My username: Amy0_0)

Summary:

The day had arrived when Uki would finally meet his uncles. The day started with a lot of anxiety, but it ended on a good note after spending the day together.

Notes:

!This is written about the characters NOT the people behind them

Chapters: [1] [2] [3]

A while had passed since Fulgur, his brother and their 2 best friends had all been home at the same time, but finally, the time had arrived, they finally had a chance to meet up.

Naturally, the 4 took the chance and met up. So, here they were at 7 in the morning, crashing through Fulgur’s front door, being their usual rowdy selves. Hearing the commotion Dog, who had been sleeping in Fulgur’s room, ran down the stairs and became hyper when e saw the 3 people, who he hadn’t had the chance to see in a while. Fulgur was surprised that Uki slept through all that noise, but Fulgur noted that Uki was a heavy sleeper.

At this point, Fulgur still hadn’t informed the 3 about Uki. Sure, they won’t be too happy about him keeping Uki a secret for so long, but he has his reasons for it. The main reason was, Fulgur wanted them to meet Uki at the same time. Fulgur, not wanting to have his surprise ruined by the 3 waking Uki up with their rowdiness, managed to significantly shut them up in the best way he knew how - food and video games.

About 2 hours had passed since the boys crashed through Fulgur’s front door. Checking the time and seeing that it was around the time Uki woke up, Fulgur quickly excused himself and walked upstairs and quietly made his way to Uki’s room. Carefully opening the door Fulgur took a look around the room and found Uki sitting in his bed half-asleep. Fulgur quietly walked into the room to not startle Uki and Ukinya who he only now noticed sitting in Uki’s lap. Fulgur carefully sat down on the edge of the bed when Uki noticed Fulgurs presence and ran his hand through Uki’s soft, fluffy and currently messy, hair, “Good morning, Uki, how did you sleep?” Fulgur softly questioned. “Morning, Fufu… I slept well…” Uki, still half asleep, murmured to which Fulgur chuckled softly, “That’s good, I’m glad to hear, but, and I know this is very sudden, would you like to meet your uncles?” The sudden question startled Uki fully awake and accidentally startled Ukinya from the sudden movement of Uki’s flinch. “C’mon, let’s get you changed out of your pyjamas and head downstairs. They don’t know about you, but don’t worry about anything, you’ll be perfectly fine, I promise” Fulgur softly comforted the boy after he received a positive reply to the option of meeting his uncles.

Soon enough Uki was out of bed and changed, hair also brushed by Fulgur, before the time for them to head downstairs had arrived. Saying that Uki was nervous wasn’t wrong, Fulgur could see the anxiety radiating off of him. With a lot of comfort and reassurance as well as holding his plushy in his hands Uki once and for all made his way down the stairs. Still scared and nervous, Uki hid behind Fulgur the whole time, who was a little amused at the behaviour of the usually confident boy, yet nevertheless let the boy hide behind his legs when they arrived at the living room.

The others hadn’t noticed the 2 walking in yet, so Fulgur coaxed Uki to quietly peek his head out from behind his legs and observe the 3 people in the living room before Uki hid away once again as he hugged his plushy tighter.

Fulgur knew one thing for sure, it was now or never, to not delay any longer Fulgur got everyone’s attention, “Hey guys, there’s someone I’d like you to meet…” The 3 pairs of eyes, whose attention was now on Fulgur, silently watched as Fulgur turned back and encouraged someone. When Fulgur turned back everyone was taken aback with shock by the mop of purple-magenta hair and a pair of heterochromatic eyes that suddenly appeared from behind Fulgur. “C’mon Uki, you can do it,” a soft encouragement rang through the silent room before the owner of the purple-magenta mixed hair and heterochromatic eyes appeared next to Fulgur holding a big purple jellyfish plushie with an egg on its head. “Guys, this is Uki, my adopted son, Uki, those are my brother and our 2 best friends, all 3 of them are your uncles.” Fulgur calmly explained while he kept a hand on Uki’s head and softly brushed through his hair.

To Sonny, Alban and Yugo this news came as a huge shock, because since when has Fulgur been a father?! And why are they finding out about this only now?! If they’d known sooner, they would’ve worked even harder to be here together much sooner. Sonny was the first one to break out of his shock and approached Uki, greeting him carefully to not startle him, “Hi there! Uki right? Well, I’m Sonny, Fulgur’s older brother and your uncle. Welcome to the family! Those two behind me are Alban and Yugo, your other uncles. I promise they’re very nice even though they can be quite chaotic” Sonny smiled softly at Uki, who seemed to have become a little less shy, as Alban and Yugo broke out of their shock as well at Sonny’s accusation.

Suddenly next to Sonny came Yugo, “Hey, Uki! Awesome plushie you have there! You probably know about Fu-chan’s plushies, but I have one too! I have a big blue music note with headphones that you can remove. Cool huh? I’m Yugo by the way! Let’s get along, okay?” Yugo did a quick small that earned a smile and a nod from Uki.

The last one to approach Uki and introduce himself was Alban, “Hey, Uki! I’m Alban! There 3 sometimes call me ‘Albanyan’ to annoy me, so don’t be confused when you hear that name. Welcome to the family! I love your plushie by the way! It’s cute! You like jellyfish don’t you?” Alban introduced himself as he draped his arms over Sonny and Yugo, making Uki giggle softly.

“Hi, I’m Uki…” Uki introduced himself, although softly, and earned a head pat from Fulgur. “Hey, want to watch a movie with us Uki?” questioned Alban, “Yea, I’d like to -” Uki was interrupted by a loud meow from Ukinya, “Fu-chan got a cat?!” Yugo questioned excitedly, “Yea, we found him at the park recently and my heart gave into Uki’s puppy eyes about keeping him,” Fulgur admitted, “Ukinya!” Uki cheered as he went to give a few pets to the cat.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, Uki had breakfast and the others begged Fulgur for some as well, but were denied for a while until he gave in with a long sigh. They watched movies and played both online games and board games. They took Dog out on walks and then continued watching movies until all of them fell asleep one by one and slept the night away. The day was a success in Fulgur’s book.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request the Obey Me guys as well as the Now Dateables?

Perhaps M/C crawling into bed with them wanting to be held and to be touched.

Perhaps a little nsfw added in 🤤😉

note: this is the only imagine/scenario I will do for all 11 boys. cuz I’m a thirsty bitch. the rest of the time we will stick to the rules of HCs only.

Additionally, the plot has been changed slightly to ‘coming to their room at night’. Sorry. If you want NSFW stuff for a specific boy, based on the provided content, I’ll do it but 11 boys is too much even for my thirsty trappy ass.

Obey Me Boys + MC Crawling into Bed with Them

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed over his paper work. Would his turmoil never cease? 

Sometimes he felt like he had fallen into a lower level of the Devildom. Like the 13th circle of hell where the preferred torture method for lost souls was endless paperwork. A modern day Sisyphus, only instead of a boulder it was forms.

He heard the door to his room quietly click open & then close. He doesn’t look up from his paper work as he knew who it was. There was only one person, ok maybe two, who would come into his room this late at night without knocking. “What is it [Y/N]?”

“I was um...wait, you wear reading glasses?”

Lucifer frowned and looked up from his paper work now. “Magical reading glasses. For reading magical text.” They were required to read some of the magical scripts he was combing over. “What is it [Y/N]?”

The human squirmed a little when he asked again. Seeming to think over the answer, or more precisely how to explain it. “I couldn’t sleep.” They finally confess. “I was wondering if I could stay in here with you, but....you’re busy.”

Lucifer arched a brow slightly, but then moved some of the papers he had completed to make space for them. “Come on. I won’t be much longer.”

[Y/N] smiled at him and scampered over. Crawling in under the silk sheets, and as close as possible to him with him on top of them as they could. “Thank you Lucifer.”

“Of course, my dearest one.” He replied with a soft smile, leaning down to kiss the top of their head before returning to his work. Renewed in his commitment to get this done so he could spend the night with [Y/N].

Mammon

It was late. It was almost 3:00 in the morning by the time he got home, and it had been a shitty night.

Mammon had been at the casino. Gambling, drinking, dancing, the usual. His luck turned sour around 11:00 and, stupid Mammon, had spent the remaining four hours trying to turn it around. That of course didn’t work so now he was even more broke, defeated, and feeling like crap for his failure; regretting Lucifer finding out and making him feel worse. Fuck it had been the worst night.

He rounded the corner to his room and looked up in surprise to see [Y/N] at his door. “What are you doing here?” His voice seemed to surprise them too as they jumped a little before turning to him.

“Oh I was…coming to see if you wanted to hang out?”

“Hang out?” Mammon repeated with an arched brow. “Ya know it’s like 3:00 in the morning, right?”

“O-Oh…is it? I guess I miss read the time.” [Y/N] began to fidget, then muttered some apology about going back to their room.

The demon reached out and caught their hand before they could get far. “Hey, what’s wrong? Nobody comes out here in the middle of the night without a reason.” Or they were out super late like him.

[Y/N] looked down, then decided to tell the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. So I wanted to see you.”

Mammon blinked behind his shades. He hadn’t been expecting that. Now it was his turn to fidget as he realized out of all the people in the world, [Y/N] had chosen to come see him.

“Yeah well…of course ya’d come to the Great Mammon for help. I uh…guess you can stay in here with me tonight.”

He showered to get the smoke & stink of shame off before crawling into bed with [Y/N]. His little human already drifting off just being in his covers. Mammon wrapped his arms around them and held them close. Maybe it wasn’t the worst night after all.

Levi

Of course he was awake when [Y/N] came to his room. The latest install of Kenji Momotaro: Demon Slayer Warrior Prince had just been released that day, and Levi he been playing it since he had gotten his hands on it. He wouldn’t be sleeping for a while.

When he heard the knock on his door, initially missing it over the sound of his game and tunnel vision, Levi paused for the first time in hours to go see who it was. “[Y/N]-chan?”

“Can…I stay in here with you?” They asked. Catching Levi by surprise. “I can’t sleep in my room.”

The blunette blushed violently, and covered his face. “Y-Y-You….You want to sleep in here with me??”

“Is…that ok?” They asked cautiously. Seeming let down by his reaction.

“No. I mean! Yes! W-What I mean is, I’m not going to bed right now. I’m grinding through my new game so….you might not be happy in here.” Plus, his bed was a bathtub. Which was only comfortable to him.

“Oh. Well…I don’t want to mess up your game. If that’s more important to you.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Levi outburst. Then quickly covered his mouth in embarrassment. “I…I just don’t think you’ll get a lot of sleep in here. I only like my room after all.”

“I like your room.” If Levi turned any redder, he was going to get a nose bleed. “It’s dark, which is nice. Plus the aquariums are really soothing. And…you’re there. I just wanted to be around you since I couldn’t sleep, but I guess that’s silly.”

The demon had to cover his mouth again. This time over threat of nose bleed. He was so red from embarrassment, but also incredibly moved by [Y/N]’s words, that he quickly responded, “you can stay with me.”

He moved aside and let [Y/N] in. Leading them over to his game area where he laid out some plushies as a bed, and pulled out a blanket to cover them. “I-I-I…I’m gonna keep playing since I’m not tired. But I’ll put my headphones on so I don’t disturb you. Y-Y-You can lay down here and i-i-if you fall asleep I won’t mind.”

“Thanks Levi.” He had to gulp at the cute sleepy way they said his name, before they tucked in and he went back to his game.

He couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the game, with [Y/N] so close. Choosing to use his leg as a pillow. Eventually he gave up and leaned back against the edge of his tub, not daring to disturb them and actually getting a good night sleep as well.

Asmo

There were few things that Asmo considered sacred. Love. Vitality. The Louis Vuitton spring collection.

But the one thing he considered sacred most of all, was his beauty sleep regiment.

The Avatar of Lust had a strict sleep schedule to give his body the best rejuvenation possible, and amplify his beauty. Everyone knew about it, and choose to leave Asmo alone; per his wishes.

Which was why it was so frustrating when his rest was disturbed by a knock at the door.

Asmo grumbled under his sleep mask at the light rapping that wouldn’t go away. Irritated by the noise, and now the worry lines whoever it was was putting into his forehead. He pushed his mask up to his hair line and got up out of bed towards the door. “What?!” He said in a not cute, very moody outburst when he opened it. Seeing [Y/N] standing there, startled by his ugly display. “Oh, [Y/N]-kun. It’s you.”

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s me. Sorry to wake you, I’ll just…go.”

“Wait [Y/N]! I’m sorry. If I had known it was you paying me a late night visit, I would have been much nicer and answered the door sooner.”

“Well I….couldn’t sleep so…-“Ahhhh~! You couldn’t sleep so you decided to come to me?? How naughty!”

[Y/N] frowned and turned to leave, but Asmo apologized quickly for being cheeky. “Did you want to stay with me tonight? That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” He could tell he was right, but the human was second guessing themselves on coming here. “I promise I’ll behave. Really.”

[Y/N] seemed to trust them, and came into the room & into bed with Asmo. He was practically giddy with them being so close, but was true to his word and supplied no funny stuff for the evening. Just rest and cuddles.

In the morning, he couldn’t wait to tell his brothers how he slept with [Y/N] last night. Causing quite the intentional misunderstanding and ruckus over breakfast that day.

Satan

Satan was getting ready for bed. Pjs on, teeth brushed, uniform set out for tomorrow, and on his bed reading one last chapter of his latest book, when he heard the knock at the door.

At first he thought it was a branch hitting the glass of his window. But when he heard it again, he knew it was at his door, and had a very The Raven moment before he went to answer it.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here? It’s so late.”

“I know, I know,” the replied, scratching the back of their head. “I just…I couldn’t sleep. I tried but I just couldn’t get to sleep, and wanted to see you.” They look up at him with big doe eyes and ask, “can I stay with you tonight?”

Of course, he couldn’t say no. Not with a look like that. Or more importantly, he’d never say no to [Y/N]. Satan offered them a soft smile and nodded before letting them in.

“What were you reading?” They asked, as the climbed into bed first. Watching Satan put his book away for them.

“Oh, just a new fiction series I found. Simeon recommended it to me.” He said as he climbed into bed as well.

“What’s it about?”

He told them the premise of the story, and eventually read aloud the first few chapters to them as they curled up beside him. Falling asleep soon after.

Satan smiled again, and put the book back away, before leaning down to kiss their forehead and curl in beside them. Ready for bed now.

Beel

It was pretty late when he heard the knock on the door. And a miracle he heard it at all.

Belphie was the sleeper out of the two of them, but Beel wasn’t exactly a light sleeper either. Between his workouts, large meals, and having to get up early for his morning workouts, the red head was usually dead to the world when his head hit the pillow. But, still, when he heard the quite knock on the door he woke up. 

If he were a thinker like Satan or the others, he would have thought that it was maybe their bond that woke him. Instead he just trudged half asleep towards the door to open it. “[Y/N]?”

“S-Sorry....” They apologize and look towards the ground as Beel looked at them curiously. “I knew you were asleep, but I still woke you up. I’m sorry.”

“Is something wrong?” Beel asked. A bit more awake now that he knew it was them and they seemed distressed. [Y/N] shrugged. “Did you have a bad dream?” 

They pause for a while, but then shrug again. He might not be a thinker like the others, but he was smart enough to know what that meant. He reached out to take their hand and pulled them into his room. Leading them over to his bed and pulling them onto it.

“Don’t worry. You can stay here.” Beel said, holding [Y/N] to his chest in a horizonal hug. “I’ll keep you safe. You don’t have to worry while I’m here. Go back to sleep.”

His words seem to do the trick, and [Y/N] feel back asleep. Beel stayed awake a little while longer. Combing his fingers through their hair, before he too fell back asleep.

Belphie

He heard the conversation from the door, but didn’t bother getting up.

The only thing that could break through when he was asleep was Beel and [Y/N]’s voice. So hearing them both woke him up pretty quickly, although it seemed to be handled. 

He tried to go back to sleep after hearing you settle in, but it didn’t work. The usually lazy demon kept fidgeting in his sleep, trying to get comfortable, and even counting sheep to try and go back to dream land. Nothing worked. And he knew why.

Belphie got up out of bed, hugging his pillow to his chest, and walked over to the over bed across the room and kicked it. When Beel and [Y/N] looked up at him half asleep he demanded, “move over.” He couldn’t sleep know that [Y/N] was cuddling up with someone else and not him. Especially in the same room.

[Y/N] huffed in their sleep and laid back down, scooching closer to Beel to try and make space. Beel, on the other hand, smile sleepily up as his twin and properly moved over; back pressed against the wall with [Y/N] at his chest to give him as much space as possible.

Belphie smiled back at him, then dropped his pillow to climb in. Instantly falling asleep. Holding on to his twin and beloved [Y/N] for the rest of the night.

Simeon

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Those were the words that Simeon tried to live by

He was just about to slip under the covers happily, when he heard a small knock at the door. It was so faint & small, that he assumed it was Luke needing something. So he quickly went over to answer it without putting his robe on.

“Oh…[Y/N]….” The angel said, feeling his cheeks heat up and clinching for his imaginary robe to cover his pjs, when he realized it was you. “What are you doing here?”

He didn’t mean in the Hall. You were stay in the other dorm for a while as an infestation of some icky, demon creepy crawly, that just loved to nibble on humans was dealt with in the House of Lamentation. Luke of course had been thrilled you were staying with them, insisting that the change be made permanent to keep you away from those rowdy demons. Simeon couldn’t really agree on the demon part, but he wouldn’t be disappointed if you stayed here more.

“I…couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “New surroundings and all. I was…wondering if I could stay in your room?”

The angel seemed to bristle in surprise at your words. Taken aback, but also in the warm feeling that was spreading through his chest. God have mercy…..

“I don’t know if that would be appropriate.”

“Please?” [Y/N] beckoned. He had to gulp down the lump, and instantaneous urge to say yes, building in his throat. “I just don’t want to sleep alone. I keep thinking about those things in my room back at the dorm. And being around you is so comforting. Just for tonight? I’ll sleep on the couch and everything if that’s a problem.”

“I wouldn’t let you do that.” Simeon insisted. He would never let them sleep on the couch like some vagabond. “Well….alright. But just for tonight. And just because you’re feeling unsettled.” He doesn’t know who he was trying to convince more: them or himself.

He didn’t get much sleep that night. Tense, and trying to remain appropriate even is they slept next to him. But, in a way, it was the best night he had ever had.

Solomon

He always stayed up late. The late to early morning hours were the best time for magic. The witching hour. He was knee deep into his research & spell casting when he heard the knock at the door.

“I..saw the light on…” [Y/N] said when he opened the door. “Are you…going to bed soon?”

Solomon blinked for a moment, then looked down at his pocket watch. Oh, it was rather late. But….“No. I still have quite a bit of work to do.”

The other human sighed, then turned to leave from his door just as suddenly as they came. “Wait. What is it?” He asked, stopping them.

They turn, and seem to debate about answering before, “I couldn’t sleep and was thinking it might be nice to cuddle with you.” Solomon blinked again. In surprise this time. “Stupid, right?”

No, not stupid, he thought. It was just no on had ever asked to cuddle with him before. His body and cool demeanor might be misleading, but he was a very fierce sorcerer. Powerful, and awe inspiring. He had made cities tremble in his young days, and was powerful enough to independently bind one of the strongest demons in hell. Cuddles were not something that one usually thought of when it came to him.

He opened the door to let them in and said, “if you can’t sleep, I can make you a potion.” When that didn’t seem to go over well he corrected with, “or…I could lay down with you for a moment.”

The ‘moment’ turned into the whole evening, because the second his head hit the pillow, he instantly fell asleep. Lulled to dream land by his many late nights, and the warm embrace of [Y/N]. Perhaps there were better things than just getting research done.

Diavolo

He groaned in his sleep. Then rolled over on his side, immediately pulling [Y/N] in when he was in close proximity of them. It was a reflex at this point.

At first, he had tried to keep his distance from the human exchange student. No good would come from it, and it was inappropriate that the future King & patron of the program would be involved with one of the terrestrial candidates. But he couldn’t help it.

Their brightness. Their smile. Their hope for the program and just life won him over and now he couldn’t stand to be further apart from them than a second.

“It’s morning....”

Divaolo groaned and buried his head into the back of their neck. “Five more minutes...”

“We can’t. It’s morning.” [Y/N] insisted. Jutting their hips back against his front; which had the opposite effect of trying to get him out of bed. “If you don’t go, Barbatos will start looking for you. And if he teleports into my room it will be a whole thing.”

That certainly was a metaphoric splash of cold water.

The prince groaned again, and buried himself deeper for a second, before he compliantly agreed and got up. The little full bed in the student dorms joyful of his departure, as it squeaked happily as he tried to leave it.

“Can I come again tonight?” Diavolo asked, as he adjusted his ornate bed clothes. He never slept in them. Like most things in his life, they were all for show.

[Y/N] smiled at him from under their covers and said, “of course.”

His heart swelled at their smile and the promise of later. Surging forward he gave them an impassioned good morning kiss, and told them, “wait up for me.” Before he disappeared in a whirl of black smoke to his own bedroom.

It felt terribly cold now. But he only had to wait until tonight. That he could live for.

Barbatos

The work of a butler is never really done.

There were always things to do. More chores to complete. More tasks to do. Particularly in the life of the royal butler. But Barbatos never complained about his job. He was literally born for it, and took great pride in his work. No matter how small the task.

When he heard the small bell, harking a summons from on of the guest rooms, Barbatos stopped polishing the silver and immediately went upstairs to see what was needed. “You called, [Y/N]?” He asked upon arrival. Calm as ever, and ready to help. “How may I be of assistance?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you up here.” They apologized. “I just….couldn’t sleep.”

Barbatos chuckled a little with a soft smile. “No need to apologize, [Y/N]. You’re a guest here, and a friend of the young master.” As well as a dear person to him. “I’m happy to help with anything you need. Might I make you some soothing nightshade tea? That seems to do the trick for most people.”

“N-No. No I…I was wondering….if you’d just sit with me for a while.” The human looked down at the ornate bed spread. Picking at the embroidery in a nervous manner. “Til I fall back asleep?”

The demon smiled again, and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. Holding them in the most comfortable manner possible with him on top of the covers, and them under them. “That is a simple thing.” He told them softly. “Close your eyes. I shall stay with you until you are asleep, and make sure you are taken care of.”

“Thank you.” [Y/N] said lazily. Already closing their eyes and falling back asleep with him close.

The work of a butler was never really done. But this was a task he was happy to do.