#further testing is needed hehe

[imadecoy666]

those uhh soju memes, yeah..?

so finished a bottle of soju call it placebo effect of wahtever but man

halfway through the bottle and didnt really feel it at all so I chugged the rest, and about 10 mins later -

me: damn im warm...

my brain: i mean.. you could jus go topless, its just you here anyways... why not... and i mean really who even needs a bra...

me: wow ur so smart

[bowtiepasta]

FLUFF 𑣿 SUKUNA RYOMEN: “FOR A LIFETIME”

grumpy x sunshine thoughts I cooked up tonight hehe. put it in this format since it’s a little longer than a blurb ! written for an irl of mine (cw: nicknames, reader wears shorts, touchy, suggestive)

sukuna being grumpy doesn’t stop him from also being clingy when he needs wants you. he grumbles if you try to leave the bed, even to get a glass of water. his arm will shoot out and slip under the shirt you’re wearing (his), wrap around your waist before you can escape — pulling you back into the sheets.

“where do you think you’re going?” he scowls, wrinkle between his brows despite his eyes still being closed. you try to wriggle free, but his grip tightens, not letting you go anywhere until he’s had enough of you being in his space. “I didn’t say you could leave.”

“you’re so needy, ‘kuna.”

he also has a habit of following you around when he’s in a bad mood. like a shadow with an attitude.

you’re in the kitchen, washing dishes? he’s there. “when did I say you could walk around like that?”

you roll your eyes, smiling anyway. “didn’t know I needed approval to be comfortable in my own house.”

his eyes drop to your legs. more specifically, to the boyshorts barely covering anything, paired with the oversized shirt (his. again.) that does nothing to hide the fact that you’re wearing basically underwear.

he clicks his tongue but doesn’t argue. yet a warm hand slides over your hip, kneading into it. his other hand follows suit, trailing lazily from your waist to the bare skin of your thigh as he comes up behind you.

you laugh into a kiss on his cheek. “all yours.”

-

predictably refuses to admit he likes being taken care of, yet the moment you start doting, even in tiniest of ways, he melts.

you find him lounging on the couch, shirtless, one arm slung over the backrest, the other lazily draped across his stomach. his brows furrow as you approach with a plate of food, setting it down on the coffee table.

“tch. what’s this?” he squints at it while he shifts to make space for you. here he goes.

“dinner. you barely ate today.” you grab the remote from him and bring your knees up to your chest, humming as you flip through the channels.

he exhales through his nose, side-eyeing you. you pick up a piece of chicken and bring it towards his lips.

“I’m not a damn kid,” he clicks his tongue, torn between pride and instinct. but when you don’t move your hand away, he takes the bite, no further protest.

he stares while he chews, and then he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand back toward him, letting his teeth scrape against your fingers as he licks the sauce off.

“might as well keep feeding me if you’re so insistent.”

-

you’re standing by the couch, minding your own business, when he suddenly tugs you down, effortlessly maneuvering until you're straddling him. his hands settle on your knees from behind, rubbing as he leans in. “you were in the way.”

“I was literally across the room?”

he ignores that, as one does, hand sliding up your back, resting between your shoulder blades. His other hand squeezes your thigh, like he’s testing the way you feel against him, satisfied by the weight of you there.

“too far.” hi voice is gruff — irritated with himself for even admitting it.

you shake your head, but you don’t move. neither does he. his fingers trace hearts from your shoulders down to your lower back, grip never loosening.

and when you shift to get comfortable, his hold tightens — warning and wanting all at once.

yeah. you’re not getting up anytime soon.

-

his fingers hook into the edge of your blanket, tugging insistently. “move.”

you blink. “move where?” “you know where.”

before you can argue, he grabs you — arm snaking around your waist, yanking the blanket away so he can pull you flush against him. his chin finds its place atop your head, body practically caging yours in.

“quit acting like I don’t exist, brat.” (more to himself than to you) he says, nuzzling into your hair, grip tightening as if he’s punishing you for it.

you lace your fingers into his. “ask, next time.”

he won’t. he won’t ever, in fact. he’s planning on being like this for the rest of your lives. plural — because he refuses to believe the two as separate anymore. you’ll have to deal with him being grumpy, stubborn, and clingy altogether. but you don’t really mind. not if it means you have him all to yourself, for a lifetime.

romy 🐰 is typing… exercising self control by putting my posts on queue and not posting everything all at once … I’m getting ideas left and right it’s that time. (ovulation)

© bowtiepasta: do not copy edit or repost anywhere

[iceunhie]

— KISSES OR KISSES? : honkai star rail

premise. testing out your new lipstick is no fun (normally), so what better way to make use of it by kissing your lover senseless? not to mention, leaving a little something behind.... (aka, lipstick kisses with them.)

ft. blade, dan heng, boothill, dr. ratio, aventurine !

warnings: feminine reader! reader is ultimately genderless but you may interpret this as fem!reader if you want, reader wears lipstick. nicknames hehe, boothill is his own warning, mid writing tbh, unedited

a/n. the lipstick trend does not escape me at all 😞😞 but this consumed me so now i write about it ijbol

MAIN MASTERLIST || PART 2 (sunday, jing yuan, gallagher, sampo, gepard.)

“what are you doing?”

BLADE ceases all functions. like, immediately.

you'd think he'd even stopped breathing once he'd felt the soft sensation of your lips on his, and the pretty sight of the normally aloof stellaron hunter covered in multiple lipstick kisses all over his face to his neck nearly makes the rest of his other comrades keel over from laughter. his silence is indicative of his rather unusual state of shock, the only indication a menacing furrow of his brows (to an outsider, they'd think he's plotting a murder spree, but you know him too well for that) that twitch and simultaneously react the more you kiss him everywhere on the face.

silverwolf will then relay to you that blade walked around for nearly 5 system hours covered in your... marks of ownership, kafka helpfully supplies, and was only made aware when firefly accidentally bumped into him, face exploding in red when she saw the audacious sight of blade covered in your lipstick. “er, blade.... your face is...”

—

blade has never known mortification quite like today, but the intense feeling of something akin to shame is vivid as he stares at himself in the mirror, glaring.

his face is a mess, to put it simply. trailing a hand on the red stains your lips left on to him leaves him with a smudged countenance, furthering the utter chaos that is his kiss-ridden face.

“...ridiculous girl.” avoiding the uncharacteristic way his fingertips feel hot, blade reckons this is probably why firefly stopped dead in her tracks and gaped, stared, and flustered.

clever as you were, and with your equal penchant for mischief, blade, the ever unsuspecting lover he is (he doesn't normally allow anyone to touch him, but you're not just anyone) had easily become the target of your new tricks.

“pfft, nice get-up, old man. got yourself a good day?”

....so that's what silverwolf meant.

DANHENG immediately scolds you, but not in the serious way he normally does whenever stelle wants to eat an origami bird or dives into trashcans or when march accidentally destroys one of the archive books, but in a way that only dan heng ever shows you. he's red, painfully red, and is struggling to face you because he knows that the smug grin you're holding has to do with the sight he'd glimpsed himself to be in moments prior.

unfortunately for him, for all his ways of trying fervently to remove the lipstick stains plastered all over his face, it only took march one look and a melodramatic gasp before the entire express knew, the conductor included.

—

“dan heng and [name], sitting on a tree-”

“k-i-s-s-i-n-g~”

my friends are all senile, dan heng thinks, rolling his eyes while avoiding himeko's friendly (read: eerie) smile. and he's already given up on trying to meet welt's eyes. (read: concerned but not surprised)

the reason? the rouge tinted matte lipstick generously spread all over dan heng's face, slightly smudged and spanning from his cheeks to his lips, nearing his neck.

he'd never tell, but a part of him—one that was reptilian in nature, a primal need of possessiveness—adored the show of affection you showered upon him. it was only right—he was yours, and you were his.

welt is sheepish, coughing lightly that all five heads of the express members turn to him (pom-pom included) “dan heng, is that your tail wagging?”

“....”

“....”

“....”

(a resounding click! can be heard afrerwards. oh, dan heng is so going to steal march's camera.)

the loud whir of BOOTHILL’s cooling system can't even keep up with how fast he's overheating, because one thing led to another and one look you gave made him weak in the knees and now his body is covered in your kisses, scarlet against the metal gray of his limbs. he no longer has a heart, but the rapid feeling of heat emitted by his body speaks more about his current mental state in more ways than one—he can't even form words because his brain chip is practically glitching itself up into overdrive, because your lips were so warm, soft and gentle and—

“...oothill? boothill? your circuits are—”

a startling sound that sounds just like a mini explosion reverberates somewhere in the tangle of wires near boothill's power source.

oh dear.

( p.s: no warp trotters were harmed, rest assured )

“[name]...” AVENTURINE’s voice falters when you press a soft kiss near his forehead, your lover closing his eyes as he lets out a soft sigh of joy — a bit like a peacock preening... but in any case! he certainly sees no argument being swayed by you, his dignity in shambles, yes, but when you were showering him with affection like this (which, in all honesty, aventurine did not think he deserved) leaves in in a flushed and tattered mess of a man, whose strings are wholly puppeteered by you and you alone.

you are everything; and aventurine certainly can't get enough. (he doubts if enough will even be enough someday) he's the lover who'd proudly want to flaunt such salacious marks everywhere, though his craftily built reputation as a stoneheart—blood sweat and commodity code and all—leaves him to hide your marks on him, as much as he'd like them to stay. (you are a weakness that aventurine keeps like an oath, and an existence that he'd do anything to keep.)

that doesn't, however, stop him from getting you to leave a kiss near his collar, discreet enough to signal his status as irrevocably, undeniably yours.

DR. VERITAS RATIO is actually the most calm and most normal (read: boring) of all the men above when barraged by your kiss attack. letting out a tsk that's more chiding and speeachless than actually annoyed, he casually pulls you away from his face, nevermind his rapidly heating cheeks, which is only made more humorous given his lipstick stained face.

“stop that. you're making too much of a mess of me, fool.” <- is visibly leaning to your face to allow said actions. you're not fooling anyone here, doctor. smh.

however, he does get pretty flustered when a certain blond gambler notes the new addition of a ‘tattoo’ right near his lower lip. “wow, doctor. seems you woke up on the good side of the bed today.”

he spends a whole day scolding you hoarse afterwards, whatever that may entail ;).

(as a way of petty revenge, he will make sure to kiss you senseless right after, until he's sure his own lips are swollen and covered in the warm red of your chosen shade.)

a/n: blog is running on queue as of today, so this post will probably come wayyy overdue lol but hope u enjoy nonetheless!

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

[naughtyjjk]

testing nanami kento’s self-control

characters: nanami x fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, riding, cock tease, edging, orgasm denial, begging, creampie notes: it's just so hot to see a man who's always composed start to break down hehe

whenever nanami comes home, his suit and tie are always in pristine condition, even after a long day of work. there’s never a strand of hair out of place or a speck of dust to be found anywhere. that’s just how he is—precise and focused and meticulous, almost to a fault.

even when you’re undressing him, kissing him, bringing your bodies together, he still manages to be so put together that it’s honestly a little frustrating. it makes you want to tease him to the point of torture and go slow enough that he falls apart. so slow that he begs.

you want to see him lose control. you want to ruin him.

pushing nanami down on the bed, you climb on top of him and grab the lube, slicking his cock with a few strokes. he’s already so hard, flushed red and throbbing in your grasp, desperate for more. when he bucks his hips to try and fuck himself in your fist, you let go completely and tsk at him.

“don’t move,” you say, coaxing him. “let me take care of you today.”

sighing, nanami lies back down, hips going still. you shift yourself so that your pussy is lined up with his cock, using a hand to brush the tip against your folds, never going further than that. this goes on for agonizingly long as you tease the both of you, feeling his hard cockhead poking at your entrance.

you push down a little, applying the slightest of pressure, and hold it there until you hear nanami groan, his cock twitching with arousal. he’s looking at you with lidded eyes, expression dark and hungry. “darling…”

but you only grin and move again, this time almost allowing his cock to slip inside you. almost. so close, but not quite there. you drag the head past your entrance, dipping barely inside, before you lift your hips again. nanami’s breath hitches, chest heaving. he swallows thickly, arms tense by his side, fighting against his instincts to keep himself still.

“ah—f-fuck—”

leaning forward to kiss him, you catch his bottom lip and flick your tongue over it. meanwhile, you spread your legs a bit wider and finally, finally sink down so that the very tip nudges inside you. only the tip. nanami is moaning your name in broken pieces, mixed in with a few curses and whimpers.

then you stop. again.

nanami groans in frustration and his hips jerk up involuntarily, but you were expecting it. you move with him, keeping just the tip of his cock in you, maintaining the position and refusing to let him go any deeper.

“wh-what did i do to deserve this teasing?” nanami asks, looking like he’s about to lose it.

you lick your lips and reply honestly, “you’re always so composed, kento. i want to make you desperate for it, see you completely wrecked for me.”

for a few more seconds, you stay in the same position, unmoving. the stretch of his cock is nice; he’s hardly even really inside you yet, but your pussy is already adjusting to his size, opening up for him. it’s so tempting to take all of him like you’ve done many times in the past, to ride him and bring him straight to the edge. but no. not yet. you have a plan to follow through.

lowering your hips just the slightest, you sink down further, taking more of his cockhead until the crown is almost fully inside. you can feel him throbbing against your walls, wanting more but never getting it.

nanami lets out a broken moan, breath stuttering. “you’re being cruel. how long are you going to make me wait?”

“that,” you say, “depends on how long you can hold out.”

as if to punish him, you raise your hips again, smiling wickedly as you pull away until all of him is resting outside your entrance again. it’s hard for you, too; you miss the feeling of having him inside. but you remind yourself that you’re going slow, as slow as you possibly can. slow so that you can watch nanami break.

nanami groans, low and needy. his hands clench and unclench the bedsheets by his sides. “fuck.”

without warning, you drop down again suddenly, less than an inch just so that you have the tip of his cock in you again. nanami gasps, throwing his head back against the pillow. you take in all the sensations: the messy feeling of lube and precum, the way nanami’s hard cock twitches with desire. how he’s struggling and using every ounce of his willpower to not buck up and thrust into you.

“good boy,” you lean in to whisper right by nanami’s ear, watching with delight as he shudders in response. he’s breathing hard, every muscle in his body tensed up.

you keep him there inside you for what seems like forever. every tiny shift of movement is agonizing and extra sensitive, sending waves of pleasure from where you two connect to the rest of your body. you can tell that nanami also feels it, by the way he’s losing control more and more with each passing second.

and that’s exactly what you want. it’s working. you’re going to break him down piece by piece until he’s nothing but a shaking, writhing, horny mess beneath you.

it’s such a fucking turn on to see nanami’s self-control slipping, breaths growing ragged, waiting in anticipation for whatever you’re willing to give him next. it’s getting hard for you to hold back as well. you let just a tiny bit more of nanami’s cock into your pussy so that all of the head is nestled inside and then you start the shallowest, most torturously slow rhythm you’ve ever done in your life. hardly moving at all, the most miniscule rolls of your hips to take only the tip of his cock over and over again.

up… and down…

up… and down…

“o-oh god,” nanami curses, and he can’t help rocking his hips to follow your rhythm, matching your pace. he knows better now than to try for anything more, knows that you could take it all away from him at any moment.

each time his cock nudges its way back inside you, your pussy clenches around him. tight, like it doesn’t want to let him go. and nanami moans, feeling your walls clamp down on his cock, wishing that he could feel your warmth along the rest of his neglected shaft, too.

he looks delirious now, so fucking aroused with his mouth parted and his eyes hazy and unfocused. his cock throbs and pulses inside you, making him dizzy with pleasure. the shallow thrusts are getting to him, slowly but surely, the sensation building up in tingling layers, bringing him closer to the edge.

honestly, you’re teasing yourself as just much as you’re teasing nanami. with only short strokes of his cock that barely manage to penetrate you, you feel empty, craving for him to hit your deepest parts. on one hand, it’s so fucking hot to drag it out like this, so arousing to see nanami at your mercy. on the other hand, you’re reaching your limit, too.

“beg,” you say. “tell me how badly you need it. let me hear you beg, kento.”

there seems to be an internal battle going on within nanami as he grits his teeth, trying to resist. but it’s futile; you simply keep moving your hips in that slow, steady rhythm until it becomes unbearable and nanami gives in embarrassingly fast, mind clouded with lust.

“hah—p-please, i can’t—fuck, please—”

“mm,” you consider his words. “please what?”

nanami chokes out a moan. “i wanna fuck you—ah, please, your pussy—” he looks at his aching cock, the precum spilling down the sides, the way his cockhead disappears into you. “let me come—i-i need—” then he gasps, “oh shit—”

it’s beyond arousing to hear him like this. in that moment, you don’t let him finish his sentence as something snaps within you and you give in to your own desires. your hips slam down on him without warning, burying all of his cock inside you in a single, rapid movement.

an intense wave of pleasure rushes through both of you, every nerve ending igniting at once. you moan, overwhelmed. you’re filled so deep and so fast that it takes a second for you to return to your senses. and nanami—fuck, the sound he makes, low and guttural, a stuttering, broken moan that should be illegal. his abdomen clenches, thighs shaking. it’s only one full thrust, but you can tell that he almost came right then and there.

“fuck.” his voice sounds destroyed, fucked out. chest heaving, he wants so badly to buck his hips into you until he’s spilling his release into you. it won’t take much more to get him there. but he very carefully doesn’t move, still following your orders, still being good.

“k-kento,” you whine, staying there, the sensation of his cock pulsing and splitting you open driving you dangerously close to orgasm as well. you don’t dare to move until the pleasure simmers down into something more manageable, until you’re sure that you’ve fallen away from the edge.

that’s when you draw your hips up again. still going slow, so fucking slow that it almost breaks you—but it breaks nanami too, and that’s what you’re aiming for.

by this point, nanami’s composure has completely crumbled. he’s resigned himself to the torture as you restart the aching, brutally slow thrusts. the tip of his cock dips into you, as far as the crown of his cockhead, and then pulls out almost all the way. again and again and again.

you’re dripping wet, the teasing against your pussy reaching an unbearable degree. there’s nothing you want more than to take nanami fast and deep, to feel him hitting your most sensitive spots instead of just playing with the entrance. but you almost have nanami where you want him and you’re betting on him to give in first.

“please—ah, m-more—” nanami cries out, breathy and horny and frustrated, trembling from the effort of holding himself back.

you keep the same pace, not giving him what he wants. keeping him just on the edge of satisfaction, waiting him out. and it’s infinitely worse now that you’ve both had a taste of what you could be getting instead.

your hips move up. then down.

then up again.

the crown of his cockhead catches and releases from your pussy, delicious friction causing your head to spin. nanami’s neck is arched, looking at you with narrow eyes, aroused beyond his limits.

“f-fuck, fuck,” he rambles nonsensically, body so tense. “please—let me—i’m—i need—let me inside you—i c-can’t take it anymore—”

“just a little longer,” you tell him, and nanami groans. “you can hold out for a few more minutes, can’t you? be a good boy for me.”

those words make a desperate, wrecked sound escape from his lips and his self-control is slipping, slipping, slipping. he’s turning wild under you now, squirming, writhing, frenzied and starved for his release. your own willpower is dissolving at the sight of nanami’s desperation.

your hips descend on his cock again, clenching tight around the tip. nanami sucks in a sharp breath.

up, agonizingly slow, leaving him throbbing at the loss of contact. this time, you let out a moan, feeling so empty. god, it’s not enough for you either, not nearly fucking enough.

“need you—n-need to feel you,” nanami pleads, whimpering, chanting your name over and over. “please, please, i’m close—fuck, i’m so—”

he’s panting, cock twitching madly, and this —this is exactly what you had been waiting for the whole time: nanami completely ruined, nanami undone by your actions, nanami looking at you with pure hunger and lust, overtaken by arousal. he seems to be right on the edge of pleasure, so close to tipping over, body burning with an orgasm held at bay. you’re sure that when you finally allow him to come, it’ll be ecstasy like he’s never felt before, coming harder than he ever has in his life.

and that’s the end of your limits. you can’t deny either of you any longer.

you slam your hips down all at once, plunging nanami’s hard, aching cock inside you.

“ah—!”

“f-fuuuck—”   

nanami moans, loud and guttural and absolutely wrecked. it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. his cock splits you open, so hard and thick, and you fall forward on his chest as your pussy spasms around him.

the sensation is entirely overwhelming, your mind going blank, pleasure jolting along your nerves tenfold, having built up by the teasing and denial.

“o-oh god,” nanami pants. he bends his knees to drive his cock even deeper inside you, and the change in angle makes you fucking delirious. “good, so good—”

you’re all out of patience. there’s no more waiting, no more drawing this out.

looking at nanami, you say, “kento. take what you need. make yourself come.” you swirl your hips in a circular motion, feeling his cock hitting every corner inside you, and both of you moan at the same time. “fuck me.”

something sparks in nanami’s eyes, washed over by a fresh wave of arousal. before you know it, he’s flipped the two of you over so that you’re now lying on your back and he’s propped up above you. his eyes stare into yours, so intense, and that’s when you know: he’s going to devour you.

with a growl, nanami begins to move, pulling out his cock just enough to shove it back into you. hard and fast and so, so fucking deep. your mouth parts but no sound comes out. you can’t think straight; your pussy feels so full, stretched tight around his aching cock.

“kento—kento—”

but nanami isn’t listening to you anymore. he’s so wound up, so fucking turned on beyond reason, that he can’t hold back anymore. he starts thrusting wildly and unrestrained using short, quick rolls of his hips to drive his cock into you. each inch that enters you burns with pleasure and the room fills with the filthy sounds of your moans, of nanami pounding his cock into you again and again.

“this is payback,” he says, voice low and raspy. it makes you shudder to think about what he has in store for you. “i'm gonna—hah—gonna fuck you until you scream. fill you up with my come. shit, and i won’t stop until you’re coming on my cock like the naughty fucking girl you are.”

nanami’s hips are stuttering but his pace never falters. his next thrust hits that sweet spot inside you, making you arch off the bed and gasp, sparks of pleasure dancing along your spine. and now that nanami has found it, he aims there every time, knowing how sensitive it is, how it brings you that much closer to the edge.

moaning, it’s all you can to do keep up with the brutal thrusts. your stomach coils, orgasm building and building, threatening to take over your body. it feels so fucking good. nanami’s cock is pushing deep inside you, hard and fast, pulsing against your walls, stretching you open. he uses a hand to find your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub, and you cry out, hips bucking up to chase the sensation, clenching around his cock on instinct.

“oh—fuck, k-kento, i'm—i'm coming—”

the pleasure crests and your arousal spikes. you know that you won’t be able to endure it for much longer. and nanami is right there with you, thrusts turning erratic and desperate.

“m-me too,” he says, grunting. “come. don’t hold back. come for me, baby.”

one, two more thrusts and you’re moaning his name, body convulsing in waves. nanami fucks you through it, sending aftershocks to your nerves, and then he’s coming too, releasing everything that’s built up inside of him in spurts. he’s loud when he comes, mouth next to your ear; louder than you’ve ever heard him, riled up by all the teasing. his cock twitches inside you and his hips slow, eventually go still.

god, it’s so damn hot that it almost makes you want to fuck him all over again.

for a moment, both of you lie there, catching your breaths. then nanami pulls out slowly, careful not to overstimulate you. he holds you like that and you melt in his arms, all the strength leaving your body.

“next time,” nanami says, sounding defeated, “you’re going to be the one begging for it.”

.

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[kxsagi]

i have a little thought / request :> bllk boys (hehe… itoshi bros, shidou and isagi preferably 😮‍💨) with their gf and they re like getting touchy n shit but all of a sudden reader s like noo and the guy s asking why?? and she s like… i havent shaved i have a lil bush rn 😒… and bllk boys are like so?? idc?? then they get freaky or smn idk THANKS FOR LISTENING 😜

“𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮”

a/n: HELL YEAH

each scenario is set after they come back from doing long-distance for at least a month! (definitely contains suggestive content + AGED UP characters)

ft. sae itoshi, rin itoshi, yoichi isagi, ryusei shidou

𝐬𝐚𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

the soft glow of early morning slips in through the window, casting faint golden streaks across the sheets. the room is still quiet, save for the slow, steady rhythm of sae’s breathing behind you. his chest is pressed against your back, warm and solid, rising and falling in a steady cadence that makes you want to stay right there, still and safe, for as long as the day will let you. 

you’re barely half-awake when you feel his arm tighten around your waist, tugging you just a little closer. his hand, broad and warm, splays over your stomach, fingers lightly brushing over the hem of your shirt in slow, absent circles. he exhales softly against the back of your neck, his lips barely grazing your skin, and even though you can tell he’s still half-asleep, his touch grows lazier, heavier. 

his hand drifts lower, fingertips skimming over the waistband of your shorts. it’s a featherlight touch, but it makes you stir slightly, your breathing hitching just enough for him to notice. he hums low in his throat, half-conscious, and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his lips pressing a barely-there kiss against your skin. 

“you’re awake?” sae’s voice is rough with sleep, raspy and low, the kind of voice that only comes with morning warmth. he doesn’t wait for an answer though. his hand is already slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, his palm warm and firm against your bare skin. he traces lazy patterns along your waist, the touch slow and aimless, more affectionate than anything else. 

he shifts slightly, pressing his chest tighter against your back, and you feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing against you. his lips drift along your shoulder now, slow and lingering, while his hand glides up your stomach, his thumb brushing faintly beneath the curve of your ribcage. he’s barely even awake, but the way he touches you feels deliberate, familiar, the kind of intimacy that only comes with knowing someone in every soft, sleepy morning like this. 

but then you feel it, something hard pressing itself into the flush of your lower back. oh. 

his hand dips lower, letting you know where he already wants to go next. his fingertips graze just beneath the waistband of your shorts, featherlight and teasing, and you feel the deliberate pause in his touch, a silent question, testing the waters. when you hide a smile and shift slightly, pressing back into him, it’s all the answer he needs. 

his breath catches slightly against your neck, and then his hand slips further, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of your hip. his touch is firmer now, more purposeful, his thumb slowly tracing along the dip of your waist as he pulls you tighter against him. you feel the slow, deliberate drag of his lips against the back of your neck, soft and lingering, but when you tilt your head slightly, giving him more space, he takes it. his mouth trails lower, leaving a line of lazy, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, teeth grazing lightly just to hear your breath stutter. 

“you’re so warm,” he murmurs against your skin, voice thick with sleep and something else, something deeper. his hand drifts upward again, pushing your shirt higher, his palm flat against your stomach as he drags his fingertips along your ribs, slow and reverent, like he’s savoring every inch of skin he finds. his lips find your jaw next, and he doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop touching – his hands, his mouth, every slow, deliberate caress making it clear that he has no plans of letting you get out of bed anytime soon. 

“um, sae…” you breathe out, trying not to interrupt the tension as soon as his hands begin to pull down your panties. “i haven’t shaved down there in a while. it’s… grown quite thick.” 

when you don’t hear a response, you turn your head around, being met with narrowed eyes, practically glaring at you with teal daggers. 

“so? i don’t care.” 

“you… you sure?” 

sae doesn’t answer. instead, he climbs over you, pulling the white duvet over his back as he leans down, placing himself in between your thighs, prying them open with his calloused palms. 

“why’re you hiding from me? you think i haven’t already memorized every inch of you?” 

he moves his hand slowly, fingers splaying wide on your lower back to press your body closer against his. the heat of his skin makes it impossible to tell where you ended and he began. 

and just before closing the distance, he pauses, his lips barely brushing yours, holding you in that sliver of space, as if waiting for you to give in first. “tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, but there’s no hesitation in his touch when his hand slowly slips lower. 

a/n: guys sae would make fun of my bed hair and i would threaten to make his bangs worse

𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢

a/n: header art credits go to paresseux_0_0 on X (ALSO RIN HOLDING A POCARI SWEAT BOTTLE??? I LOVE POCARI SWEAT)

the kitchen was quiet, save for the faint hum of the fridge and the occasional soft creak of the floorboards beneath your feet. the clock on the wall ticked just past midnight, but neither of you cared. you were both half-awake, wandering into the kitchen in search of something to satisfy your late-night cravings. 

you shuffled toward the counter, already opening a cupboard, but before you could even reach for a snack, rin’s hand was suddenly at your waist. firm. deliberate. he didn’t say a word, just turned you around with that same cool, indifferent expression he always wore, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. and before you could process it, his hands were gripping the backs of your thighs, lifting you with ease. 

“wha –” you barely got the sound out before he placed you on the counter, the cool surface making you shiver slightly. your legs instinctively parted just enough for him to step between them. 

his hands didn’t leave you. one slid along your waist, tugging you closer to the edge, while the other slipped behind your neck, fingers threading into your hair. and then his mouth was on yours. slow at first. purposeful. his lips were warm and firm, moving against yours with a lazy confidence, like he had no intention of stopping anytime soon. 

he kissed you deeper, his grip tightening ever so slightly, and you let out a soft sound against his mouth. that was all it took. his hand on your waist flexed, fingers curling into the fabric of your hoodie, and his lips grew more insistent. he angled his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours with slow, deliberate strokes that made your chest tighten. 

the edge of the counter dug into the backs of your thighs as he pressed closer, his hips slotting between your legs. his hands roamed without hurry, one sliding beneath the fabric of your hoodie, his fingertips skimming your bare skin. his touch was slow but sure, tracing idle circles along your waist, his thumb brushing just beneath your ribs, making you squirm slightly. 

when he began to take his clothes off, telling you he wanted more, self-consciousness started to creep in. but before you could say anything, rin caught you, his fingers wrapping easily around your waist. 

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes half-lidded, heavy with something deeper. his expression was calm, cold, and unreadable, just like always, but there was a slight crease in his brow, a flicker of something softer behind the detached facade. 

“don’t,” he muttered, his voice low and steady, almost flat, but there was a roughness in the way he said it. “you’re fine.” 

his thumb slowly stroked the inside of your wrist before he brought it to his lips, brushing a faint kiss against your skin. his other hand slipped back to your waist, warm and sure, fingers spreading wide over your hip as he tugged you closer again. 

“you don’t have to hide from me,” he murmured against your jaw, his breath warm and slow. “i want you. all of you.”

and then he kissed you again, slower this time, more deliberate, his hands anchoring you against him, making it clear that neither of you would be heading back to bed anytime soon. 

𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: header art credits go to aimyy.az on tik tok

the night sky sprawled wide and endless, stars flickering like scattered embers. the moon hung low, silver and heavy, spilling soft light over the earth. a faint breeze stirred the darkness, and for a moment, the whole world felt hushed beneath the weight of its beauty. 

the urge to bask in the view for longer was greater than anything else, but unfortunately, like most summer nights, the temperature was dropping by the minute. 

“i’m gonna go back in the car, it’s getting cold,” you say, already shivering and feeling the goosebumps on your skin. 

“wait,” isagi calls, reaching out for your hand and opening the door to the backseat. “let’s sit in the back.” 

you barely have time to register the warmth of the car’s interior before isagi is tugging you closer, guiding you into his lap with a firm grip around your wrist. his large hands are warm – hot, even – compared to the chill still clinging to your skin, and the contrast makes you shiver slightly. he notices. of course he does. 

“still cold?” he murmurs against your hair, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. his hands are already moving. one slides beneath your jacket, fingers brushing along your waist, slowly pushing the fabric aside like it’s in his way. his other hand stays on your thigh, heavier now, kneading absently, but there’s nothing aimless about the way his thumb strokes slow circles over the sensitive skin just above your knee. 

he shifts slightly, leaning back against the seat and pulling you further into him until your chest is pressed flush against his. his nose grazes your cheek as he leans in closer, the warmth of his breath trailing along your skin. and then his lips find the corner of your jaw, barely brushing at first, but then lingering. slow, deliberate. he tilts your face toward him with a gentle nudge of his fingers beneath your chin, and you barely get the chance to catch your breath before his mouth is on yours. 

his hands wander. one drifts up beneath your jacket, fingertips skating along your bare skin, tracing the dip of your spine with featherlight strokes that make you arch slightly into him. the other slides further up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your shorts higher, his thumb pressing just firmly enough into the soft skin to make you squirm. he catches the small sound you make against his lips, swallowing it with a low hum of satisfaction. 

isagi breathes, lips brushing yours between kisses. “still not warm enough, huh?” his voice is low, rougher now, and there’s a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. his hand on your thigh flexes, fingers pressing deeper into your skin before slowly dragging upward, making it very clear that he has no intention of letting you feel cold again. 

then he takes it a step further. without breaking the kiss, he suddenly leans back slightly, pulling his hands away just long enough to grip the hem of his shirt. in one smooth motion, he tugs it over his head and tosses it somewhere behind him, not caring where it lands. the heat of his bare skin meets the chill still clinging to yours, and he exhales sharply when you press against him, your cold fingers splayed over his chest. 

“mmm, that’s better,” he mutters, voice husky, half-lidded eyes watching you as you trace along his skin. his arms snake around your waist again, pulling you impossibly closer. the warmth of his bare chest against you makes you hum softly, and he smirks at the sound, fingers curling into the fabric of your jacket, slowly tugging it off your shoulders. 

“c’mon,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours again, slow and teasing. “need you to warm up properly.” his hands slide along your back, pressing you flush against him, wanting to be skin on skin. 

he’s already taking off your layers, but when he gets to your shorts, you stop him. “wait…” 

isagi pauses, concern flooding his eyes for a brief moment. “what’s wrong? am i taking this too far? i’m sorry, i –”

“no no, it’s not that,” you chuckle, a melody that lifts the tension in the air effortlessly. “i just… haven’t shaved. so i kinda have like… a bush down there, you know.” pink heat rises to your cheeks, embarrassed at your acknowledgment. 

“so?” isagi smiles. “it doesn’t matter, you’re still beautiful to me just the way you are.” 

an appreciative nod is the only gesture he needs for the approval to start taking everything off. the night won’t end until he’s deep inside of you. 

𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮

the fluorescent lights in the dressing room buzzed softly overhead, casting a pale glow against the white walls and full-length mirror. you were standing in front of it, tugging at the hem of the dress you were trying on, inspecting the fit with a slight frown. the fabric clung a little too snugly in places, making you shift awkwardly, fingers twitching to smooth it down. 

“looks good to me.”

shidou’s voice came from behind you, low and teasing, and you caught his reflection in the mirror as he leaned against the doorframe with that familiar, cocky smirk tugging at his lips. his arms were crossed, but his gaze was anything but casual – it was slow and heavy, roaming over you with blatant appreciation. 

“you’re not supposed to be in here,” you mumbled, shooting him a half-hearted glare, but the flush creeping up your neck gave you away. 

“mmm, then you should’ve locked the door,” he hummed, voice smooth and lazy with laced innocence. he pushed off the wall and took a slow step forward, closing the space between you. his arms snaked around your waist from behind, his palms splaying wide over your hips. “too late now.” 

his voice was warm against your neck, and before you could protest, he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss against the curve where your shoulder met your neck. his fingers skimmed over the fabric of the dress, tracing the edges like he was already mapping out the fastest way to get it off you. 

“ryusei…” you warned softly, glancing at the door, the faint hum of store music filtering through. your voice barely came out steady, and you hated how breathless you already sounded. 

he let out a soft, dark chuckle, his breath warm against your skin. “relax,” he purred, “no one’s gonna come in.” his lips dragged along your neck again, slower this time, lingering longer, his teeth lightly grazing your skin just to make you squirm. 

his hands wandered lower, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of the dress, just barely skimming the sensitive skin at the tops of your thighs. you let out a soft, shaky breath, shifting slightly, but then you realized what he was wanting to do. 

“ryusei, i… it’s like a bush down there. i haven’t shaved since the last time we…” 

you don’t continue, because for the first time, you see shidou with concerned eyes. but in a matter of seconds, they quickly melt into soft ones as he catches your hand. his grip was firm but gentle, and he brought your hand to his lips, brushing a soft, slow kiss against your knuckles. 

“nah,” he muttered against your skin, his voice barely above a whisper. his eyes locked onto yours in the mirror, heavy-lidded and dark with something unmistakable. “that’s not gonna stop me from hitting it.”

he guided your hand away, pressing it against the mirror instead, keeping you there with his grip around your wrist. his free hand slipped along your waist, slowly pulling the fabric higher, baring more skin. he was smirking faintly now, but there was a warmth in his eyes, a dangerous kind of warmth, laced with desire and something gentler beneath it. 

“don’t try to hide from me,” he muttered, his voice low and firm, but there was a teasing edge to it. his hand tightened slightly on your wrist, keeping you from tugging the fabric down. he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his breath warm and deliberate. 

his teeth grazed your earlobe faintly before he pressed a slow, lingering kiss just beneath it. “i like you like this…” he rasped softly, his tone dropping lower, rougher with want. “messy. flustered. mine.” 

his hand slid higher along your thigh, fingers slow and deliberate, teasing against your skin. his mouth moved along your neck again, slower this time, his tongue flicking out briefly before he nipped lightly, just enough to make your breath catch. 

“besides…” he exhaled softly against your skin, his voice dipping lower, more playful now. “you’re so fucking pretty when you get shy.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[brittle-doughie]

Mine Your Own Business

[Main Story]

You: “How’s it looking over there?”

Sugar Gnome: “Doopty da! We will have a working rail cart system before you know it, your Majesty!”

You: “I’m liking the sound of that! Quarters Team, how’s the buildings turning out?”

Sugar Gnome 2: “Mm-hm! These shelters are coming out extra crunchy! Topped with more layers of syrup to withstand the heat! Though, I am looking a little melty over here…”

You: “Go for it and take a break, I know you guys will get it done.“

As you were walking by inspecting the mine construction, Dumpling Cookie joins alongside you.

Dumpling Cookie: “Everything is going to under way as you planned. We should have the mines fully operational in a few days.”

You: “It was about time I dedicated the effort of trying to restore this place. Especially nowadays with..y’know, my situation.”

Dumpling Cookie goes to hold your hand tightly.

Dumpling Cookie: “Y/N, you don’t need to worry about that right now. As long as you’ve got the incense to keep them away, you’ll be okay…’kay?”

You: “It’s not just that. They told me “the worst has yet to come”.”

Dumpling Cookie: “What could be more worse then what you already have went through?”

You: “I don’t know, but we should be ready for anything. Whether it be another one of the Ancients coming here or even a Beast Cookie themself.”

Dumpling Cookie: “If only a certain Cookie had told us of this a lot sooner….”

You: “Oh come on, when you put like that….”

Dumpling Cookie: “I wouldn’t worry too much. Salsa has been training the troops while I’ve requested Strawberry Crepe to move forward with more Wafflebots.”

You: “If it’s for the sake of the kingdom, I just wish everyone else didn’t have to get stuck in the middle of this if something does happen…”

Dumpling Cookie: “At the very least, we’ll be ready…”

You: “Yeah, you’re right…heh, you always seem to be.”

Dumpling Cookie: “Well, I learned from the best by that same certain Cookie..”

You both share a laugh together, something that hadn’t happened in a while. After that, the two of you just..looked at each other for a moment…

Sugar Gnome 3: “Um, pardon me, your Majesty. We have made a breakthrough with this railway!”

The voice of the Sugar Gnome snapped the two of you out of it, Dumpling clearing her throat as her cheeks darkened with blush.

Dumpling Cookie: “You…look like you’re about to be busy, I’ll just…be over there now.”

You: “Hehe…take care of yourself, Dumpling.”

Dumpling Cookie: “Yeah…you too, Y/N…”

Dumpling Cookie lets go of your hand as she leaves to attend to other areas of the mine in construction.

Sugar Gnome 3: “Dooty da! See? We’ve managed to fix up this mine cart and we thought that you should have the honor of being the first to ride it!”

You: “Are you sure?”

Sugar Gnome 3: “Who better then my Majesty! It would be the greatest honor if you tried something we just fixed up!”

You: “Well…if you’re sure!”

You didn’t want to sound like you were doubting the Sugar Gnomes. Their construction abilities were pretty reliable for how long you’ve known them, even before you decided to rebuild the kingdom…

You hopped into the mine cart and tested the sturdiness by pulling on it.

You: “Yep, pretty firm and well crafted. Good job!”

Sugar Gnome 3: “Now watch this! We’ll have you ride through a planned path that will bring you back in no time! No worries at all, doopty doo!”

You: “Alright, let’s do this.”

The Sugar Gnome pulled on the lever as you started to drive forward into one of the caves.

You traveled quickly through the cave, looking around to see an abundance of crystals and ores, just waiting to be collected.

You: “Woah! With all this, maybe we can use it to enhance the mine or even the kingdom further then we already could! Will it be enough though..? How far does this path go? Shouldn’t it be making a loop around back to the main mining area?”

You kept going further in this one direction, the cave getting less lit as you started to worry. You wondered if you had accidentally missed a turn or something you needed to pay attention or so.

You tried for the break and pulled on it as hard as you could, but it wouldn’t budge!

You: “Uh oh, UH OH! This isn’t good at all!”

You held on tight as the cart descended and increased in speed, unable to see anything.

You: “OH NO! GAH, OLIVE COOKIE WAS RIGHTTTT-“

Your voice becomes distant as you rode into the darkness of the cave….

———————————————————————

Dumpling Cookie: “What’s wrong with him?!”

Sugar Gnome 2: “Come on! Wake up!”

Dumpling Cookie and fellow Sugar Gnomes gathered around their collapsed fellow Gnome.

Sugar Gnome 3: “I…er, what happened?”

Sugar Gnome 1: “You made Y/N Cookie take a ride into an unfinished railway!”

Sugar Gnome 3: “What? N-no! I didn’t mean to! Even if I didn’t do it!”

Dumpling Cookie: “What do you mean “you didn’t do it?””

Sugar Gnome 3: “All I remember was working on the mine cart when I blacked out and now waking up to this! There was a voice, speaking to me…”

Dumpling Cookie: “A voice? Tell me, what does this sound like?”

Sugar Gnome 3: “Dutti-do! It sounded..persuasive and riddled with…darkness!”

Dumpling Cookie: “Darkness? Oh no…we need to report this and gather a search party RIGHT NOW!”

———————————————————————

You groan as you clutched your head, opening your eyes to a brightly lit cavern, lava below your path illuminating the place, your crashed mine cart a little further ahead.

“Sweet yummies…”

“GAH! GET AWAY FROM ME!”

You open your eyes more and slowly get up to see a mole-like Dessertian in mining gear running towards you, this..thing slowly following him…

“Eat…devour…all…”

“HELP! YOU!”

You barely stand up before he quickly ran behind you and hid there as you turn your head to look at him.

“D-DON’T JUST STAND THERE! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!”

You face forward to this thing in front of you.

“Mmm…?”

“Uh…would you kindly turn around and leave?”

“…..Tasty….”

“Excuse me?”

“Mmm…cute snack….I want…”

You suddenly leaped back when the thing decided to lunge at you.

“HEY! I’m not on the menu!”

“Grr….MINE!”

“SEE?! YOU HAVE TO PROTECT ME!”

You sighed irritably as you reached for your blade, ready to fight.

“Guess talking is out of the question…”

[yoursweetwife]

Hi, can I request Dr ratio with an artist reader who secretly draws Ratio, but eventually Ratio finds the reader's sketchbook? Idk I just thought it was cute hehe :>

warnings: fluff, ooc ratio?? gn reader, bad english

synopsis: You always hid the contents of your sketchbook from prying eyes, even from Ratio. Luck smiled on him once

P.s after reading the request I got this idea, sorry if it doesn't meet your expectations. thanks for the request, kind anon :)

When you and Ratio first met, you were holding a small sketchbook in your hands, your fingers nervously gripping the leather binding. You always carried a pencil and pen in your pocket, which you used for drawing. He noticed that you often bite the tip of them when you are concentrating on your drawing or work. From the very first days, Ratio made it clear that he did not like this habit. Not only does this ruin office supplies, but it can also harm your teeth.

When the sketchbook wasn’t around, you always drew on everything you came across, sometimes it was important papers, and Ratio remembers how he almost caused a scandal when he saw some scribbles on the students tests that you gave him. Usually these were flowers, animals, figures, landscapes. It was simple, but Ratio couldn't help but notice that this was the work of a professional. However, what you drew in your sketchbook was always hidden from prying eyes.

Ratio didn’t attach any importance to this at first, many artists are critical of their work, perhaps you don’t consider it good enough to show to other people. However, over time, you became close enough to make Ratio think about the contents of the sketchbook that you keep such a close eye on, preventing anyone from looking into it. He even saw people betting on what you drew (he was also offered to participate, but Ratio just rolled his eyes and refused this idea), but no one was able to see the contents of the sketchbook.

And although you became friends over time, you, just like with others, refused to do this, and it was far from a lack of confidence in your skills. You told him that you weren't passionate enough about drawing to care how other people perceived your art, so you weren't shy about drawing someone if they asked, as long as it wasn't about the sketchbook. You mentioned several times that you only draw what is most important to you in your sketchbook, and Ratio knew from your soft expression that you were telling the truth.

Once he leaned over your shoulder to tell you something, and you closed the with a loud bang and turned to him with a red face from embarrassment, after which you rudely asked Ratio what he needed, which surprised the scientist. He tried to convince himself that it was not important to devote himself to science and teaching others, but contrary to his desire, his interest only increased.

Now Ratio is standing in your office, in front of your desk, with a book in his right hand and a mug of your favorite drink in his left hand. In front of him lies your open sketchbook, he can see the lines of a human face, but Ratio is too far away to make out who is depicted in the picture. He pressed his lips into a thin line, knowing that you wouldn’t like it very much if he looked there. But it's just one little drawing, right?

Ratio walked up to the table, placing the mug further away so as not to ruin the sketchbook if the mug was touched by his hand. Golden eyes curiously scanned the sketch of an unfamiliar human face. Perhaps this is your friend or just a stranger on the street whom you drew while you were bored. Someday he will have the opportunity to ask about it. His gaze softened and Ratio turned the sheet over, and so on several times.

As he flipped another page, a look of surprise appeared on Ratio's face. He placed his hand on his chin with a thoughtful expression on his face, which was temporarily replaced by irritation (because he has a different nose and face shape! He needs to let you look at him better to correct this disgrace) But despite the mistakes, his hair, eyes, lips were definitely there, although there were inaccuracies.

On the next page there was a picture of him standing near the blackboard and explaining something, next to it there was a picture of him eating, below there was a picture of him falling asleep at his desk among tests and formulas. Ratio didn’t even realize that with each new drawing he was relaxing more and more. When a slight smile appeared on his face, the last traces of frowning and irritation left his face and soul. He didn't know why these drawings affected him so much.

Was it some kind of magic? And before that, he was depicted in portraits by more high-class artists. Ratio returned to the day when you said that you only draw the most important things in your sketchbook. An unusual warmth spread across his face and Ratio quickly shook his head to remove strange thoughts. But what he saw in front of him was painted with feeling, and Ratio couldn't deny that the area in his chest became a little warmer.

His reflection was interrupted by the hasty clicking of heels. Ratio put the sketchbook back and stood away from the table with an indifferent look, crossing his arms over his chest.

You opened the door, out of breath and red-faced, as if you had run a marathon.

"Oh Aeons, Ratio, Mr. Iliodor asked me to stay a little longer to discuss the situation with my student! I-"

Ratio tsked and covered your lips with the book, which found its rightful place in his hand.

"You look like you're about to pass out from lack of air if you continue talking at the same pace. Better refrain from explaining and get ready, I'll walk you home."

You blinked a couple of times, trying to process what he just said. Ratio continued reading, not paying attention to your gaze. For a moment he looked up, the question “what are you staring at?” was read in his gaze.

You chuckled and walked towards your desk.

"It's just very unexpected that you yourself decided to accompany me. Usually you either refuse because you have more important things to do, or you try to find a reason not to go, and then you complain the whole way."

He clutched the book a little tighter, but Ratio's face showed no sign of any emotion other than disdain.

"You can consider this a victory."

You giggled and took a sip from the mug of drink Ratio brought you.

"Whatever you say! Can you wait outside while I pack my things?"

Ratio nodded and, slamming the book, went to the door.

"And thanks for the drink!"

Your friend muttered something and closed the door behind him. Your cheerful demeanor turned into furious embarrassment when you realized that he had seen your sketchbook and the drawings in it. It was hard not to notice that the wrong page was currently open, and how could you be so stupid as to leave the sketchbook open!

You leaned your back against the wall, covered your face with your hands, and groaned in frustration. This isn't how you wanted him to find out, but maybe it's not as bad as it seems? You sat on the floor, hiding your face in your knees.

“At least he seemed to like it.”

[peasofgreeniguess]

Hi, hi, hi

So, I don't remember sending you an ask, and if I did, then ignore this one and focus on the other one!

So I ask for undertale bros, underfell bros, and horrotale bros.

In this scenario, they are In a relationship with reader (Separate but if it makes it eairr to make it poly then do so) and in this, they have been trying for a baby for almost 2 years. Suddenly, Reader gets pregnant and decided to surprise their loved one.

It can be simple like an actal bun in the oven intel they get it or something more challenging like a Scavenger hunt.

How will the boys react and how will they act during the pregnancy?

Please, again I say this. If you already have a request from me, don't worrie about this one and focus on the other one. (Unless this is one better then understandable)

Hope yiu have a safe day/noon/night/or where ever you are!

Alrighty! I love this ask—personally, I love when the reader and the boys have a little family. <33 there are not enough fanfics (that i can find) about it :(( 

AFAB reader and pregnancy headcannons below! But reader is still gender ambiguous so the trans boys and the he/hims can enjoy (like me, hehe, love you seahorses out there) 

UT Sans. 

You two weren't actively trying to conceive; hell, you two weren't even sure you could. 

You and Sans had talked about wanting kids but never got further than that; that was until you started feeling weird. 

Constantly tired and gaining weight, then you started constantly throwing up. Finally, you went to the doctor and got the results. 

So here you are, sitting on the couch anxiously waiting for your mate sans to come home. 

In your lap you hold a small wrapped box; inside you had a “world's best farter” shirt; only the farter was crossed out and spelled "father.”. 

Finally the door unlocks, and sans walks in holding some Grilby’s bags. 

“Hey babe, im home... you ok? You look upset,” sans says, his brows furrowing.

You shake your head, “im not upset, but i have something to tell  you... you should really sit down.” 

Sans does as hes told; sitting next to you on the couch, you place the box in his hands and urge him to open it.

He pulls out the shirt and reads it, confused. 

“Im not a father though...” he asks, and you blankly stare at him. You forgot how dense your mate can be. 

It takes a few moments before it clicks, his eyelights expanding as he looks at you in realization. 

“Oh my god!” 

“Yeah…” 

His permagrin widens as he pulls you into a hug, tears brimming in his eyes. 

You two hold each other for a few minutes, crying of joy. Sans immediately wants to tell everyone, but you urge him to wait until tomorrow; tonight you just want to be with him. 

Either way, you both are extremely excited for your new little family. 

-UT papyrus

“Dd- do you t-think you c-could be p-pregnatt?” alphys asks, rubbing your back as you hurl into the toilet for the fourth day in a row. You gasp for air as you wipe tears from your eyes. 

“No… Monsters can't get humans pregnant... can they?” alphys shrugs. 

And that's how you found out you were pregnant. Sitting on the floor of undyne and alphys bathroom as papyrus and undyne spar in the backyard. 

Alpys was able to grab you a test from the store, and it came back positive. You stare at the two little lines for what feels like  years... What would Papyrus say? You never talked about this stuff with him... and it never crossed your mind that you could get pregnant like that with a monster... 

The back door opens, breaking you from your mini-spiral. 

“What do you want to do?” Alphys asks quietly. 

“I have to tell him... When we get home though,” Alpys nods, telling you to call her if you need anything. 

You step out of the bathroom, trying to hide your anxiety and greet your boyfriend. 

“Hi papy! How was training?” 

"HELLO, MY LOVE! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT, MY BEST SPAR YET!!” he boasts, undyne slaps him on the back playfully. "Yeah, CAUSE I LET YOU WIN, NERD!” 

Undyne laughs as Papyrus rolls his eyes, gathering his things. “YES WELL, WE WILL SEE ABOUT THAT NEXT WEEK!” 

The two of you bid your goodbyes and take the short trek home, Papyrus telling you all about his training with Undyne. After a few minutes, you both arrive at your shared apartment, locking the door behind you. You call Papyrus’s name. 

He turns to you, noting your shaky voice with worry. 

“Are You Alright?” he asks, lowering his voice. 

"Um, I have to tell you something important,” you say, gesturing for him to take a seat. 

He quietly sits down, more worried by the second. 

With a heavy sigh, you sit down next to him, opening your mouth to start, but nothing comes to mind. 

“Y/N… Did I Do Something To Upset You? I Apolig-” 

“Im pregnant,” you blurt out, interrupting Papyrus. 

Papyrus stares at you agape. That was not what he was expecting from you. 

You fidget with your fingers as you wait for his response, opening your mouth to apoligize or something, but Papyrus beats you to it. 

“Really?” 

“...yeah”

Tears appear in papyrus’s eye sockets as he stares at you with an unreadable expression; fear grips your soul as you worry that hes upset with you… you knew you never talked about it but you hoped he would be excited. 

"Wowie,” Papyrus says, finally breaking out into a smile and pulling you into a hug. 

“I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!” he cries! You laugh under him, breaking out into your own tears. 

“Yeah!” You are so happy Papyrus is happy; you didnt want toget your hopes up, but you were hoping he would be. 

The rest of the night papyrus is pulling up houses in good school districts and baby clothes because, of course, “MY BABY NEEDS TO HAVE THE COOLEST WARDROBE! OF COUSE!” 

UF sans

Red wanted kids, always had. He never imagined he would get the chance too, but still he liked to imagine having a family. 

So when he met you and as your relationship grew, he would be lying if he hadn't daydreamed about it.

Though he never told you, he felt silly for wanting such soft things. 

So when you brought up the idea to him one night, he was ecstatic! Immdedeatly texting alpys to see how they could make it work; fortunatey, it was possible. 

But after months and months with no results, his excitement died down into pessimism, convinced that the universe was punishing him for his past actions. 

But one day you came home all jittery and excited; whenever he asked what was up, you just giggled and brushed him off, telling him to wait. Wait for what? 

"Doll, what are you plannin’?” sans asks, once again you giggle and shoo him away. “You will see! Now go away, stinky man; I'll show you when I am ready!” you say, closing the door to your room. 

About a week ago, you took a test, preparing yourself for another negative. Until there wasn't one, you sobbed for at least an hour in the bathroom as you saw those two pink lines on the test. 

You knew you had to do something special; you called Grilby and asked him to close the bar early, leaving it empty for just the two of you.

You had planned to take him to his favorite place, get his favorite food, and tell him the best news of his life...

But sans is being a ass and making your life harder.

“Come onnn- sans” "No.” 

“Sans!” you forget how lazy your mate is, opting to sit in his lounge chair and tell him there than go to your plans. Fine then. If that's what he wants. 

"Fine, I'll tell you right here, right now.” 

“Great!” 

“Im pregnant” 

Sans drops the mustard bottle in his hand and sits up, not expecting that. You look at him unamused with your arms crossed. 

“Really??” 

“Yeah. I planned a whole thing to tell you. Payed grilby an arm and a leg to rent out the bar.”

Sans opens and closes his mouth a few times in shock, bringing a hand to his skull. 

“Shit doll, im sorry—were going to have a baby?” 

You nod your head, the softness in his voice causing all your annoyance to fall away. Sans chokes out a sob as you come over and hug him; he rabs onto your shirt tightly as if at any moment you would disappear. 

“Were going to have a baby!” 

UF papyrus

You two actually found out in a really silly way; Alphys wanted to check on your soul after you two soulbonded to see the reactions on a human soul since no human has ever bonded with a monster since before the barrier broke. Once a year she will do a checkup on your soul and the bond to study the changes. 

You and Alphys sit alone in her office, a large x-ray-looking machine sitting in front of your chest. Alpys types on her keyboard as she starts up the machine. 

“A-alright and- o- oh!” You look at Alphys concerned; thats not the reaction you were wanting. 

“What is it?” you ask. 

“W- well” she starts, turning the monitor towards you. 

There in the middle of the screen was your soul, a faint red surrounding it—Papyrus’s magic. 

“If you l-look you can see the bond is v-very healthy." You nod, Thats good…

“But if you look right here,” she says, pointing towards a small speck on your soul. She pinches her claw zooming in on the monitor. As it expands, you see the small blob is not a blob but an upside down heart. 

A second soul. 

“T-that is w-what i was surprised a-about…” 

A little soul, you are pregnant... Your throat tightens as you feel the urge to cry. exhaustion and joy flood you. After all this time, finally! 

“Is that?” alphys nods, confirming. 

Alphys finishes her checkup much to your dismay; all you wanted to do was run to Papyrus as quick as you could and tell him the good news. 

You get home and eagerly call his name, searching the house for him.

Shit hes at work; he wont be home for another four hours...

You huff in frustration... but then you   idea. 

Quickly, you get your supplies. 

A few hours later, Papyrus arrives home, tossing his jacket on the couch with a growl. Today has been awful. You sniff the air, noticing the smell of fresh bread? He wanders into the kitchen where he finds you, and with a smile, he silently walks up behind you, wrapping his long arms around your waist. 

“HELLO MY DEAR,” he says, burrowing his nose into the crook of your neck. You squeak in surprise. 

“Hi handsome,” you greet back, turning around in his grasp to face him. 

“I have a surprise for you.” 

Papyrus quirks his brow at you, a surprise? 

Hesitantly he lets go of you, watching you walk to the oven and dramatically fling it open, exposing some homemade milk buns. 

“Tadaa!!” 

Awkwardly he nods at you; you bake often... Why is this special? 

You realise he didn't get it, and you roll your eyes, not wanting to spell it out for him. 

“WHAT IS IT?”

“Its a bun in the oven that i made.” 

Papyrus nods confused. “YES???” "Papyrus, im trying to be cute.” 

“YOU ARE CUTE!”

You stomp your foot. That's not what you meant.

"Baby, im pregnant.” 

Papyrus pauses, then it clicks.

Bun in the oven. 

“OH MY GOD,” Papyrus pulls you to him and swings you around. 

“I DONT KNOW IF I SHOULD BE ANNOYED OR OVERJOYED, BUT IM CHOOSING THE LADDER! WERE GOING TO HAVE A BABY!!” You laugh in his arms as he eventually sets you down, nuzzling your hair. 

“I Cant Wait To Tell Sans” 

HT sans. 

Sans had a shitton of magic; since he was so deprived of magic in the underground when they got out, their magic came back tenfold, causing him to have constant excess. And there was one way that's the easiest (and most fun) way to get rid of excess  magic... and that's why you are here now. 

Eight weeks pregnant in the hospital, you came in for a stomach bug originally, but then the doctor came in and told  you... It looks like all that excess magic has some side effects...

You carry the little paper with the positive test home, finding sans waiting for you at the table. He smiles; if the big dork had a tail, you would swear it would be wagging.

He doesn't verbally greet you, instead hulking over and burying his face in your hair with a loud purr. You smile and pat the side of his skill. 

“Missed you to big guy.” 

You try and act normal; you werent sure how sans would  react... You never really talked about it with him. Sans immediately clocked your mood though, cocking his head in a silent question. 

“Im fine,” you say, moving to the fridge to start dinner. 

"Liar,” he says, a deep, anxious growl rumbling in his chest. 

“Are you sick?” he asks. You forgot that going to the hospital and then not telling your mate what the doctors said is not the best idea. 

You close the fridge and lean against it, crossing your arms. 

You really didnt want to tell sans yet...

“Im not sick,” you say slowly, trying to figure out how to tell him.

“Whats… wrong?” sans asks. 

Sans talks slower due to his injury, but he is still smart as a whip,  clocking any small mood shifts with great speed and accuracy. You can't hide anything from him. 

“Umm… How do you feel about kids?” you ask, testing the waters. 

Sans perks up, thinking for a moment. 

“I like kids,” he says.

“But do you want kids?” 

Sans quickly nods his head eagerly, “Yes.” 

You relax slightly at that, nodding your head.

“How would you feel if we were to have a kid? Like… now?” 

“... that would be nice?” He asks a slight question at the end of his sentence: What were you getting at? 

"Well, that may be the case. Because im pregnant.” 

Sans eyelight grows, walking to you slowly as if you would bolt. Gently, he places his hands on your hips and looks down at you. 

“Your fucking with me… really?” He says happily, and you shake your head no, handing him the paper you got from the doctors. 

“I swear im not.” 

Sans shortcuts you to your shared room, placing you on the bed and grabbing his phone to call papyrus, you have to almost wrestle the phone out of his hands, urging him to wait a little bit before he tells anyone. But he can't help it; he's just so excited! 

And no HT papyrus, as i headcannon, they are asexual :3

thanks for reading! if you want to see more content check out my fanfic "doe eyed" on ao3 and my discord server! 18+ (we do check)

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tis' me again, the one and only anon who req the shiro fic 😎 anyways could u write another shiro x ftm reader making out passionately but shiro forgot to put protection bc hes sooooo into it.

Then timeskip to where reader gets preg and Shiro was SUPER DUPER guilty bc he didnt want to add more responsibility to reader bc yknow abt the galra and paladin war stuff... again, u can do this req anytime!! hava good day/night

(i should put a name for myself so i shall b named 🌹 anon!)

OOoooo me likey Shiro is so fun to write

Also I added a cut at the timeskip coz this got long hehe

CW // mentions of vomit, ftm pregnancy

You and Shiro spend many a nights like this. Liplocked, unable to let go of each other. He loved you, you loved him, and there was nothing anyone could do to tear you away from each other.

He loved touching you, everywhere. Your hips, your waist, your thighs. Everywhere that he could touch, he would touch. Mostly because he loved how you felt under his hands. Soft and yielding to his touch, and gods, the noises you made when he squeezed the sensitive parts of your body. How he could reach a hand up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you either further into him. Tangling his fingers gently in your hair to make sure you couldn't escape.

Not that you wanted to. It was your favourite thing. To just be sat on his lap while he made you feel so loved, so wanted, so his.

"Can I, baby boy? I want to... want to make love to you." he would ask, half-pleading, half-tender. And for you, saying no would be denying not only his desires, but yours. You wanted him so badly. So both of your pants were discarded, underwear thrown onto the floor as he lowered you to lie on your back on the couch. Seeing you under him, knowing you were all his, ready for him to make you feel so good. Yeah, it's too much for him.

He would line up his cock with your entrance, smirking at how wet you already were. He's a little smug, but he just loves knowing you want him just as badly as he wants you.

Neither of you remembered protection, but it didn't occur to your lust-addled brains to find a condom. He was focusing on how wet and tight you were, the exquisite clench of your boycunt on his cock, how easily he could just slide in and out, how beautifully you were taking him. And you, you were focusing on how he was stretching you out, the ridges and veins sliding against the walls of your cunt.

It was only when you felt his seed spilling into your deepest parts, that you remembered. But you didn't panic much. It was one time, and you weren't ovulating. No need to worry about getting pregnant... right?

Timeskip ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Well now, 4 weeks later, you were bent over a toilet, vomiting your guts up, painful acid and bile forcing it's way up from your stomach.

After emptying your stomach, you assumed you'd caught a bug. But that made no sense, you'd been in space with Shiro and everyone else for months, and no one else had caught anything. Then your gaze fell on the pregnancy tests in the cupboard.

There's no way. Surely.

A few minutes, some peeing on a stick, and a panic attack later, you were sat on the toilet lid, staring at the positive pregnancy test. Part of you was happy, as you had always known that Shiro would be the father of your kids if you had any. But would he be happy with this? Only one way to find out.

Ever the carer, he noticed the tension in your muscles as soon as you walked into his room. But he froze as he looked at what you were showing him. A pregnancy test. Positive.

A baby. His baby. You were pregnant with his baby.

"Oh... baby boy... I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I should have remembered to wear a condom. You don't need this, you're busy and you're saving us all. You're so amazing, gosh... have I ruined your future?" His words came out all at once, and you had to hug him, to stop him from talking. Blaming him wasn't even on your mind.

"I'm not blaming you, Shiro. I thought you'd be mad at me. I'm more than happy to have and raise this baby... if you want that too?"

His smile was radiant after that, as he just scooped you up in his arms and kissed your face all over.

"Yes! Oh, my little prince, my handsome boy! We can raise this baby if you want, together. Our little family. I'm so glad, I've wanted a baby with you, so badly. I was willing to wait for as long as you needed, but to know you want this too... I'm overjoyed."

Hugs and kisses were given to each other that night, talking about baby names, how to tell the rest of your friends, the logistics of pregnancy and childbirth in space. But mostly, reassurances of love and care.

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Random HCs I have for the Tf 141: Mafia AU! characters :PP

for future plot points hehe

Ghost is a cat person but only came to love dogs because of Johnny adopting Riley and him ending up raising it for most of the time

On the other hand, Graves hates cats and hates you for taking care of the chonky white cat at the alleyway by the bakery (He also hates that you take care of it more than you do with him, like c'mon he wants to be fed by you too)

All of them are boy failures when they try courting you, and you try your best to reciprocate !! (but sometimes that there's so silly and trip over their own shoelaces that its too cute not to stand and watch sometimes)

Those big scary men being love sick fools

They definitely get slack for it from Nonna and Nonno

The two (Ghost and Graves) have the biggest sweet tooth actually, and then run through the entire stock of treats whenever they stop by but are unable to sit and eat

Ever since you started working regularly, the guys try to stop by as often as they can, which makes Nonno and Nonna happy (becuase they were drifting further away until you came)

Only Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz visit often even before you came but even that became harder to do as time went on

So, Nonno and Nonna likes spoiling you with food because of it (not like you knew the intention behind their actions, you were just happy to eat free food really)

Price and Johnny is the type to just drink coffee in the morning then go about their day, only eating meals once or twice

They aren't the biggest eaters, even though Johnny does more physically laboring tasks

But he's more of a protein shake kinda guy, the type to drink his meal if all of it can be blended (he couldn't be bothered to prep his own meals)

Gaz, on the other hand, needs his meals

So he ends up dragging Ghost along with him in the mornings at the bakery for the breakfast special

Ghost doesn't really care to have anything in the morning 'cause his appetite kicks in (for some reason) late at night, so that's when he eats a lot

Alejandro is a 3-in-1 coffee drinker and Rudy is appalled

Even more so at you as you encourage this behavior by making his sachet 3-in-1s fancy with all the extra foam and drawings on top (he's jealous)

Rudy is a plain black kinda guy, but will try anything you offer or have concocted with (he's just a test dummy for your experiments but he's happy being your dummy either way)

Graves loves lattes, hot or iced- you already know what he's feeling for depending how he strolls into the bakery

If he's a bit downtrodden, he needs a cold pick-me-up, but if he's hyper and needs a bit of a cold down? that hot one would be very much appreciated

He also isn't the type to eat a lot, but will scarf down anything you make (he would never decline any of your offers or experiments)

The one who gives you the best critique to your creations is Gaz, Rudy, and Ghost actually-- straightforward, gut-punched, but points of improvement all the same

Graves and Soap sugar coats too much, Alejandro gives simple praises (not wanting to make you hurt for commenting on your hard work) and Price...

Well, a simple nod and smile is enough to make you happy that he doesn't get the chance to as you prance away in happiness

>Bonus part:

Konig and Horangi loves your savory treats, like those quiches, tarts, pies-- everything, the whole menu!

Just send them a picture of your creation and they're quickly finishing off a guy and bookin' it to the bakery in no time

Konig likes the space (table) you saved for them at the side, a bit secluded but still in view of both entraces

He knows you keep it clean, with their favorite condiments stacked to the side, seats fluffed and cushioned, table clear of any food residue-- every. single. time.

Konig also like your personal favorites of treats as well (makes him feel closer to you somehow)

But draws the line at your weird concoctions of combines drinks he's not quite fond of (like that coffee and soda mix? yeah, he did not want to get palpitations thank you very much)

Horangi is one of the few who ready and willing to try out anything you dish out

Even that special energy drink you tried making for Soap once, and let's just say that he couldn't sleep soundly for a week...

He doesn't regret it though, when he sees your gummy grin and tiny hops that you do when you get excited

Maybe...next time...just lower the dosage for his sanity, please?

Alex and Farah are a duo you don't quite see often but wished you did!

Alex pops by at least once or twice a week to pick up his orders, but more often than not, you're delivering their orders to their HQ

Barely having the chance to eat with them makes you sad (they are too), but when you guys do-- you go on for hours

Gossiping is the main source of Farah's entertainment and why both also avoid doing it with you

Because, one time, they went on for hours that lunch became dinner and that became a sleep over

And they had to catch up on so much work

Yeah, they're both yappers

and they indulge you and your interest so much, that they're mainly the ones getting you the things you like and it being displayed in your room

You like that one movie with cars in it? Boom, you have the same race car as a bed

Roach actually helps around more than anyone in the family

Even though he's handling the back more, you sure as damn well know he makes the best food ever

He's sometimes with the 141 guys or KorTac duo, but either way-- you'd seen him come alone to the bakery a lot

Being his ear and shoulder when he needs it, but vice versa as well

the usual culprit that overstays at your apartment really (which makes the others rage)

Roach is the happiest when he sees you eating his food happily, so don't blame him when you become a lil' plump (you're cute either way and he'll definitely lessen it if you ask him to)

Makarov visits the least but always does the grandest of things (he's extra like that)

Surprisingly, Nikolai is tied to hip with him whenever he comes in (he keeps Makarov in check really)

And they either visit super early in the morning or late into closing that sometimes you come in early or close out late just so you could do something for them

they don't want you forcing yourself like this but they appreciate you very much

Makarov and Nikolai loves spicy food, or food that just gives them a kick in the mouth and they love how you adjust it to their taste the best

They are more of tea and beer drinkers really

Water? The tap is dry and so they are

So you have to force them to drink it in between

And that's the moment they leave and try to escape

Just so you know, you have chased them down the street before in nothing but your flip flops and you still caught up to them (not before accurately hitting them on the head with it)

Kate, Allen, and Ramirez often come in together as well, a quick order-in and a pick up thereafter

They're busy with the reconnaissance work but likes making light banter with you

Some scones, mini brownies, or any quick bite- they'll have it and compliment for your hard work

Allen likes his coffee half and half while Ramirez likes it in shots, he needs his bursts of energy being the 'designated' errand boy of the two after all

Kate on the hand, has a jug of tea (you swear) but often takes two to three cups for herself (which you happened to learn was actually all hers once you asked a confused Allen about it one morning)

And yeah, that it (thought it'd be neat to see what i can come up with for their food and treat preferences hehe) Please check out the chapters and other one-shots here in this masterlist!

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“craving” - part 3 of PICK YOUR POISON - (a dads best friends love story)

part 1 and 2

pairing- (Daryl x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+ content, oral (r!giving), reader being a sneaky lil slut… (drunk off sangria while posting so might not be proofread hehe) 2.6k wc

“Cute skirt,” you feel Shane’s hand graze your lower back as he squeezes between you and the countertop. Making his way to the fridge for another beer. “You uh, wear that just for us?”

You roll your eyes, biting back a smile while peeling what feels like the hundredth carrot of the afternoon.

He glances up, checking to make sure that your father is still deep in conversation with Rick, way over in the living room. And with a brand new, cold beer in his hand, he presses himself behind you, trapping you against the counter. His free hand coming up and brushing your hair out of the way, to leave a sweet kiss on your neck. You can’t help but smile, loving the way his lips feel on your skin. But you gasp when his hand comes down and squeezes your ass, under your skirt. Silently scolding him with your eyes, and stepping away from him. You’d already had a close call with Shane already. You didn’t need to be testing the waters any further.

He only chuckles and makes his way back to the living room, joining in on the conversation between Rick and your father. Something about the job that Deanna has put your dad in charge of. The construction team was doing another expansion, building more and more houses to fit all the newcomers.

Adding all the carrots to a bowl, you look up and notice Daryl making his way to the porch, slipping on his faded, leather jacket. A lighter and a pack of cigarettes in hand. Sweet. Just what you need.

He’s leaned up against the side of the house when you finally get to him. Your bare feet in the cool grass, having only pulled on a cardigan to stay warm in the chilly fall air. He smiles when he sees you, a cheeky, no good, expression splayed on his handsome face.

“Think I could borrow one?” You ask, standing right in front of him, already reaching for the pack in his jacket pocket, before he mumbles a knowing, “Mhm.”

“Light?” You ask, cigarette held to your lips, waiting for him to light it. And he does. Bringing his hand up to block the wind, other one sparking the flame. You take a drag in and lean in as close as you can, letting the smoke tumble out of your soft lips, practically grazing his own. Mindlessly, his hand makes its way to your waist as you lean further into him. One hand on his chest, and the other holding the smoke.

“You can just never behave, can you?” He asks, already knowing what the answer will be.

“Nope.” You smile, tipping your head up and closing the gap between you, pressing your lips against his, hand coming up to the back of his neck to pull him in deeper. The smokes are quickly thrown to the concrete and forgotten. Pulling you against him and tangling his own hands in your hair. Tongues dancing over eachother, him tasting of beer and tobacco. You, of mint and lipgloss. The smell of him, that familiar concoction of smoke and leather, it’s intoxicating. Breathing heavy as you pull at his belt, getting ready to kneel for him, right there in your parents backyard.

“Wait-” his rough hand grabs your own, halting you from taking things any further. He’s breathing heavy too.

“We can’t.”

Immediately you groan. Annoyed and defeated.

Fucking hell. All of them. “we can’t”, “we shouldn’t”, “this is wrong”. It’s all you’d heard from the men for weeks. And while Rick and Shane were a little easier to seduce, breaking down enough to take care of you at least, Daryl had stayed relatively strong. The furthest you’d gotten was a rather heavy make out session in the truck. And he’d halted your hips the second you tried grinding down on him. Searching for any friction between the denim of his jeans and the lace of your panties that you craved so desperately, but he wouldn’t budge.

And now, when all you wanna do is wrap your pretty, glittery lips around his cock, he remains just a strong.

“Daryl, come on,” you whine, stealing another open mouthed kiss. Seemingly the only thing he didn’t feel the need to object. “Don’t you want me?”

“‘Course- fuck- of course I do.” He tugs you by the hair, facing his deep blue eyes. “I do.”

“Then why won’t you fuck me already?”

“We agreed-”

“Screw the agreement. Take me upstairs. Please. After supper, when my dad falls asleep on the couch. Take me upstairs and fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

He blinks slowly. Keeping his eyes shut for a second to compose himself. Thinking about all the things he’d love to do to you if he did decide to follow you up to your bedroom. White walls and pink sheets. Soft and sweet, just like you.

His tone is firm when he finally speaks.

“We’ve been over this, sweetheart. Not happening.”

Bummer.

You take the rejection with an understanding nod. Being sure to slowly rake your hands down his abdomen, under his jacket, and give him one last peck. Quickly running your thumb over his lips, wiping the evidence of your watermelon lipgloss off his mouth. You give him a coy smile over your shoulder when heading back inside.

Unaware of the way that Daryl wanted to physically kick himself for saying no. Fists clenched by his sides with his eyes closed. Regretting not just taking the opportunity. Regretting not just letting you undo that damn belt and have your way with him, right outside in the backyard of your parents house. Knowing you’d show up for dinner with bruised knees and damp panties. Waiting in anticipation for whatever he might do to you after supper when he’d have you all alone in your bedroom.

Such a damn shame.

Your mother decided to eat on the deck with your aunt and her husband. With their annoying ass kids too. She’d invited you to sit with them, but the open seat next to Rick was way too tempting.

Shane is the weakest, by far. If you were measuring their strength by how likely they were to fuck you, that is. He hadn’t yet, but you’d like to believe that you’re making progress. Rick wants to. You know that. He wants you so bad it actually hurts. And fuck, if he hadn’t felt tempted the other week, upstairs in your bedroom, with his face between your thighs, giving you your second (and most intense) orgasm of the day. The way you begged him to fuck you right then and there had his mind spinning and his dick swelling. But unfortunately, his moral dilemma was saved by the sound of your father calling you downstairs, to introduce you to some new neighbours. And Rick couldn’t help but sigh in relief at the realization that he didn’t have to actually say “no”.

And as always, he’s attempted to claim you as his own. His hand won’t leave your thigh from under the table, as you pick at the turkey and potato’s on your plate. Glancing at him with an innocent smile every now and then. Tingles erupting as he moves his thumb in circles against your skin, all while listening intently to your father go on about all the work around Alexandria that needs to be done before snowfall. Daryl’s sat next to Rick. Replaying the conversation with you from outside, over and over in his head as he shovels the mashed potato’s into his mouth. Thinking about how badly he wanted to give in. To tangle his hands in your hair and guide those rosy lips right on to his dick, fucking your throat and then cumming all over your pretty face. And then Shane, next to your dad, who can’t stop playing footsies with you from under the table. Giving you that fucking smirk that you just wanna kiss right off his face. As if his smile belonged against your lips, and nowhere else.

“Sweetheart, I think me and the boys could use another round. You mind going to the garage and grabbing us some more beers?” Your father gets up, his voice snapping you out of your sinful daydreams.

“Uh- sure.” You smile politely, standing up from the table, and pulling your skirt down in a failed attempt at being modest. You hesitate, heart beating fast while watching your father go up for a second plate of food and then head outside to the deck. Probably just checking in on your mother. Making sure that her and the others were all doing ok and didn’t need another drink themselves.

You don’t even really register what you’re doing until you’re under the table. Moving fast in order to effectively use the moment that your father is finally occupied. Confusion quickly setting on each man’s face until you’re settled between Daryl’s knees. On the floor, completely hidden by the tablecloth. Hands going straight to Daryl’s belt, unclasping it and grabbing the impressively large stiffy he’d been hiding under the table all night.

“Fuck.” You heard him gasp from above. Shane letting out a surprised huff of amusement and Rick whispering something inaudible.

You slip your hand into his boxers and pull him out, licking your lips and then placing a sweet kiss on his tip.

“Oh shit, she’s- fuck.” Daryl’s thighs are tensed as he starts to wrap his mind around what’s actually happening. Around the fact that you’re on your knees in front of him. Glossy lips wrapped around his cock, while your dads right outside, and his best friends are right there.

You take him into your mouth, slowly bobbing up and down, paying close attention to his reactions. To what makes him drop his fork on the table and grunt. Gasping and straining to keep in the sounds you so desperately want to hear come from his throat.

You keep going even when you hear the sliding door to the deck open. Your father returning to the table and continuing his conversation from before. Not that you had been listening. Far too busy thinking about what each man would taste like if they had the decency to put you on your knees, like you’ve asked them to over and over.

“You hear about that run that Deana was planning? She said she’d talk to you about it but I didn’t know if she ever got around to…”

Your father kept talking. Blissfully unaware of the absolutely filthy performance taking place beneath the tablecloth. How on earth Daryl was keeping it together, you had no idea. Holding yourself up with your hands gripping at his thighs, muscles flexed in what you assume is pleasure. But it’s likely that his nerves are playing a roll as well.

Rick makes sure to keep your fathers attention. Asking questions and chatting along. The perfect distraction as you continue the borderline torture on Daryl’s cock. And though you can’t see it, he’s trying his very best to keep it together. Slow blinks, glancing down at his plate of food. Fingers gripping his utensils so hard they could snap. Doing everything in his control to keep breathing like a normal person. To not tip his head back and moan out your name. And Rick and Shane are doing a surprisingly wonderful job at being your accomplices, distracting your father with simple, mundane conversation. Enough to take any focus off the fact that Daryl was a minute away from cumming down your throat. Torn between wanting to last longer and wanting to hurry up so that he didn’t have to hide his reactions any longer.

You assume he’s getting close. His knees becoming all shifty, involuntarily twitching from how good your mouth feels. So warm and wet and taking him all the way down. You feel a hand lace into your hair, though a little confused because you’re pretty sure it isn’t Daryl’s. Coming from beside him, having reached over so nonchalantly, Rick pushes your head down. Clearing his throat at the same time that you inevitably gag on Daryl’s dick. Hiding the noise. And at that, Daryl just about lost it. Every nerve in his body is on fire and you want to taste him so fucking bad. Want to drink down every last drop of whatever he gives you. You reach your own hand down inbetween your legs and press the pads of your fingers to the cotton panties covering your clit. Rubbing little circles to ease your own needs. Dipping lower and realizing that there’s a wet spot from your arousal. Because sucking Daryl off was turning you on. And if he knew that, he wouldn’t have lasted another second.

“Thought your girl was grabbing us another beer?” Shane asks finally bringing attention to the fact that you aren’t sitting at the table. At least not to your dads knowledge.

“Yeah, I thought so. I’ll run to the garage. See if she got distracted with the bar. Gal sure loves her cocktails, I’ll tell you that much.”

Does she ever.

You hear your father walk down the hall, towards the garage. At the same time, Daryl let’s out the breath he’s holding and his hips buck up involuntarily. So fucking close you can tell.

“You got thirty seconds, baby.” Rick warns you. Well, both you and Daryl. That you need to make him come now. Otherwise, daddy’s gonna find out your dirty little secret. And wouldn’t that be such a shame. The fun part’s only just started.

Daryl moans. Louder than you expected but immediately after, you feel him tense up and your mouth fills with his salty fluid. You swallow around him. No hesitation whatsoever. It’s not like you could leave any evidence. And without even helping him get his pants done back up, you crawl past Ricks legs, making sure to use his thigh as a support beam to get back up and slink into your seat. Taking a napkin from the table and wiping your mouth. Giving your best doe eyes to the three men. All of them sporting equally impressed expressions. Not even a hint of jealousy present from Rick, which you found a little odd. Maybe your little show turned them all on. Not just Daryl. And when you look over at the bowman, his face is red. Crimson blush covering his cheeks as he buckles up and straightens himself out. Rick and Shane lightly shaking their heads in disbelief with the sexiest smiles forming on their faces.

“You are somethin’ else, princess. My god.” Shane laughs, kicking your foot under the table. And you can only smile back before you hear the door open and your father come waltzing back into the dining area.

“Where the hell were you? Y’forgot about our beer.” You father says, handing one to each man at the table.

“Sorry - uh- I had to use the washroom. Got distracted.” You smile politely, taking a sip of your own drink as you feel the heat rise to your own cheeks.

“Course you did. Can you grab the pie, pumpkin? Think everyone’s about done eating.”

You nod and get up, sauntering towards the fridge, grabbing the pie along with a can of whipped cream. You make sure to look directly at Rick and Daryl while you shake the can and line your index finger with the sugary fluff. Maintaining eye contact as you lick it up and suck the cream off your finger. Rick rolls his eyes, unable to hide the smirk forming on his face. And Daryl shoots you a warning glare from across the table.

You did warn him you weren’t going to behave. Just decided to prove it too.

part 4

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(Ricks part is up next bbs<3 )

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[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 23/Feb/2024

Well, Mason/Morgan decided to co-operate this week, and I managed to get their opening scene finished way quicker than expected too! Thinking about it now, I suppose N’s was more complicated because it has a choice set in it that was super important, but the other LI routes don’t have that choice yet, so it took a bit more working to make sure that was written in smoothly but also worked as an actual game mechanic-type choice.

But M’s was an absolute dream to write! There is a moment in it that has to be the most romantic moment for them yet! It’s a small thing, a simple gesture, but it means a lot because that is M’s way of showing their affection and care. It really made my heart go pitter-patter when writing it and hopefully will for yours too, hehe! :D

After finishing up M’s scene, I moved straight onto the Love Triangle scene. I had a seriously fun moment where I decided that I wanted each choice in this certain choice set to give a different, funny anecdote at what UB (specifically A and N, with it being the love triangle route!) have been up to in the few weeks that have passed.

Coming up with different ideas of what might have happened and why it amused N so much certainly kept me smiling! :D

I’m hoping to get the Love Triangle scene pushed further forward today, then have it finished on Monday. Then I will be actually testing out everything I’ve written so far! This is part of the new editing kind of system thing I’m hoping to bring in. There’s so much variation and branching now, that it’s just going to be impossible to finish a chapter and test the whole thing after it’s fully completed. Too much is going to be missed, so I definitely needed a new way to test and edit as I go.

So, I’m hoping to break up the chapters into chunks that I will test and edit before moving onto the next section of the chapter. Hoping it will be much easier and quicker to catch errors that way! But we’ll see how it goes as I do it, hehe!

I hope you all have the most fantastic weekend! We’ll be offline as usual, so I’ll update you all again next week <3

[moonchild9350]

Lavender Fields-Chapter 4: Anger

Summary: you both yearn for each other, but are held back by your positions within the lab. you believe Hyunjin will be there with you for the foreseeable future, but may have to learn that nothing lasts forever.

Pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader

Genre: sci fi au, romance au, angst, fluff

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: mention of minor character death, teasing?

Notes: another chapter is here. I loved expanding on Hyunjin’s relationship with our dearly beloved hehe.

If you enjoyed this please consider a like, reblog, or comment ♡

Divider by @cafekitsune

Series Summary: you, a humanoid from a different planet, was born within a lab here on earth in the near future, your days filled with servitude and testing within the labs to learn more about your kind as your kind are not able to feel emotion. you had nothing to look forward to until you met Hyunjin, a technician assigned to you. you learn much at his hands and invaluable lessons, enlightening your once purposeless life.

Please do not copy, modify, use, translate, or repost my work without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2024)

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Hyunjin opened his file once more, preparing to divulge his secrets.

“Y/n, was successful in their session, showing the capability to learn emotions. However, there is still some push back so I will need more time with them.”

Raoul smirked from his seat. He knew Hyunjin was lying. He had an orderly that he has under him follow Hyunjin, keep tabs on him. He knows that the sessions were more than successful.

He needs to catch Hyunjin in his lie, get him unassigned to you so he could have his little plaything back. Raoul misses the fear that would grace your face as he berated you. It gave him great joy to see something lesser than him to cower in fear.

Yes he called you a something, you’re not a someone to him, none of your kind are.

“Hyunjin,” Raoul said lifting his finger up as if to call attention to himself. “I think you’re missing some things. Like how y/n not only understands emotions, but can express them as well. Let’s not forgot too how you went to their quarters late last night. What was that about I wonder?”

Hyunjin froze in his seat at Raoul’s words. How did he know that? Was he following him? He could feel a thin sheen of sweat form, his shirt feeling a little too sticky for his comfort. His heart felt like it was going to burst out his chest at the thought of this man knowing everything that has occurred between you two.

Hyunjin swallowed and tried to think of an answer, not wanting to divulge the truth.

“Well yes, but it is still unclear the extent of their knowledge. More sessions need to occur before we come to any conclusion.” Hyunjin said.

The others in the room stared at him and a disgruntled look on the chief’s face did not make him feel particularly great.

There was silence throughout the room, no one moved or said anything. Hyunjin wasn’t sure what would happen next, but he knew nothing good was going to come out of this meeting.

“Well, since we need more data, why don’t we run a few more tests before continuing the sessions? We can have Y/n moved to the testing center in the meantime.”

Hyunjin stared at the chief with horror. He could not like that happen. If you truly did go to the testing center, you would come out broken, all hopes of any further sessions gone.

“But sir, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I believe that will only hinder progress.”

“On the contrary, Hyunjin, I believe it will help. We will move y/n tomorrow that is final. I will work with the team to get a protocol in place for testing in the meantime. You are dismissed. “

Dismissed. The meeting is over. Hyunjin closed your file with shaky hands. This isn’t good. He needs to see you, explain to you what is going to happen, apologize before you are moved.

His heart was heavy, his mind a jumbled mess as he exited the room. Everything would have been fine if Raoul hadn’t been there.

Hyunjin sat at his desk and rested his head in his hands. He knew his feelings were getting in the way, but how could they not. Look at you, with your lust for life and to learn, your beauty.

He will visit you later and maybe you won’t hold this against him.

-- --

You started your day off good, feeling better than you have in ages. You’re working again today since you don’t have a session.

You couldn’t believe it, but you’d much rather be with Hyunjin than sorting the clothes for the wash. You’re not sure why you feel this way, your heart soaring at the thought of him.

You caught yourself thinking about him, thinking of his warm eyes and how gentle he is with you. A smile almost graced your face, but you stopped yourself just in time. You’re not sure what would happen if you had actually let it happen.

Last night before bed, you gazed at the necklace perched on your chest, your fingers tracing the edges of the moon pendant and traveling over to the star.

It suited you, the diamonds shining as the light reflected off of them. You had to hide the gift, just as Hyunjin suggested so that way no one would know you had it.

You definitely didn’t want Hyunjin to get in trouble on account of you.

You toiled away, wishing the time to speed up so you could go back to your room. You wandered if Hyunjin would visit you tonight, your lips twitching at the thought.

You didn’t have to wait long as the bell tolled signaling the end of the shift. An orderly escorted you out, guiding you back to your room as always.

Once inside you sat down and picked up your favorite book, deciding to reread it yet again. Time passed as you got lost in the pages, your mind traveling to the faraway land that was being described.

The silence in the room would be deafening for some, but you loved it, sitting in silence. It was comforting to hear your own breath as you breathed evenly, in and out in and out, as your fingers thumbed the pages, the sound of paper rustling as you went to the next page.

You could occasionally hear someone walk by your room, their voice muffled as they continued down the hall.

You’re not sure how much time passed, as there was no way to tell time in your room. As you got to your favorite part, there was a knock on the door and the sound of the door unlocking.

You looked up to see who it was as you held your breath. You let it out as you realized it was Hyunjin, a big smile gracing your face.

You slammed your book shut and jumped up, running to the man. You wanted to try something you say in the clips from yesterday’s session.

As you approached him, you stopped and placed your hands behind your back. You avoided his gaze as you rocked back and forth on your heels. Deciding to go with it, you closed the gap and wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head on his chest.

Hyunjin was surprised, not expecting this reaction from you. He cautiously returned the hug, his arms wrapping around your frame. You were warm under his touch, your head fitting perfectly under him. He nuzzled his head gently on yours as he let out a sigh.

Standing there in your embrace made him sad however, his heart aching at the fact he’d have to break the news to you soon. It’s part of the reason he came to see you anyway.

He gave you a squeeze before disentangling your arms from him and holding you at arms length.

“What was that for?” He teased, a soft smile spreading on his face.

You looked up at him, gazing into the eyes you wished to see all day.

“I am happy and saw those people do this in the clip from yesterday and I wanted to try it.”

Hyunjin peered down at you taking in your innocent face, your eyes wide as saucers.

“I’m glad you’re happy y/n. I need to talk with you ok?”

You nodded and walked to your bed, sitting down on your blanket.

Hyunjin sat next to you in silence, his eyes on your mural. He was sad as he took in the beautiful painting, knowing you wouldn’t get to work on it for a while if ever again.

Might as well rip the bandaid off.

“Y/n, you will be moved tomorrow for further testing. I spoke with the higher ups and they want to proceed with this plan.”

You looked at Hyunjin, your head cocked. “Moved? Where will I go?”

Hyunjin couldn’t look at you, couldn’t answer your question. Instead he fiddled with his hands, taking interest in his manicured nails.

You needed to be prepared, Hyunjin thought. You’ve been kept in the dark your whole life. He wants you to be aware of your history, the purpose of this lab, the purpose of your existence on this earth. He owes you that at least.

“What do you know of your birth y/n? Of your purpose?” Hyunjin asked, getting the courage to look at you.

“Nothing,” you answered. What was going on? Hyunjin seemed to be acting strange.

“Well I feel as if you should know. You know where you’re from, the planet Gevora. Your mother and some others were brought here under the pretext of having a better life as it wasn’t so great on your home planet. That was a lie however. They allowed the children, including you to stay with your mothers until the age of five. Then you were taking away to start your training or testing.”

Hyunjin took a deep breath and let it out, as he’s sadness turned to anger.

“The lab, this corporation wants to experiment and test to see if any of your kind has emotions or feelings that can help you integrate into human society. Most of your kind cannot understand and emotion as it wasn’t needed on your home planet. However, you’re different, probably a genetic mutation, a minor change in your DNA that has allowed you to comprehend these complex emotions and express them. Since you are so different, they are ecstatic and want to keep you here. They won’t let you go. I just know it.”

You watched as Hyunjin balled up his fists, his face scrunched up as he breathed rapidly. You recognized this, seeing the reaction on Raoul’s face more times than you can count.

You started to scoot away before Hyunjin gently stopped you.

“Don’t…I’m sorry y/n,” he said, his eyes searching yours for any discomfort.

You stopped moving and looked at Hyunjin. Is what he said really true? Was your mother forcibly taken from your home planet? Lied to by humans?

You felt heat raise to your face, little red spots forming in your vision. You felt tense, your muscles contracting as your mind wandered.

You wanted to ask Hyunjin one thing and one thing only.

“What happened to my mother?”

Hyunjin was silent for a moment. “She died shortly after you were taken away.”

You could sense something else Hyunjin wasn’t telling you. You could tell something was wrong.

“What are they going to do to me?” You asked cautiously, not sure you want to hear the answer.

“You’ll probably go through a series of tests. What exactly those tests are I’m not sure. You most likely won’t be living like how you are now. It’ll be pretty miserable. It’s just not right! It’s not!” Hyunjin exclaimed.

He stood up abruptly and paced the floor, mumbling under his breath. There was nothing he could do. There’s nothing. Nothing.

He feels useless, a failure. He’s supposed to further advance research, not torture and lie to others.

“Hyunjin…what’s wrong?” You asked, your eyes following him as he paced your room.

“I'm sorry…I'm just, ugh so angry! This shouldn’t be happening!”

You were taken aback at his screams, your heart beating so hard you could hear it in your head, the constant thump thump loud in your ears.

“Angry? I don’t understand.”

Hyunjin stopped pacing and turned to look at you. His facial features softening as he took in your concern.

He rushed to your side and sat down, placing his hand on your thigh.

“It’s another emotion y/n. It’s a feeling of being tense, maybe speechless. You may want to scream, shout, needing to get the energy out.”

You considered his words, taking in the explanation. “I think I’m angry Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin nodded at your confession, his eyes roaming your face. You did seem more flush than usual, your muscles tense. He’s once more amazed at how quickly you can grasp such a complex emotion in such a short time frame.

“It’ll be okay Y/n... okay? I’ll try and come see you. Maybe help out, that way you’ll see a friendly face.”

Hyunjin caught your eyes, making sure you were grasping what he was saying.

“Ok,” you whispered, your hand going to your necklace automatically.

Hyunjin smiled that you were wearing the necklace he gave you.

“I’m so happy you’re wearing my gift I gave you. But make sure to hide it well before they come get you tomorrow ok?”

You nodded your head and smiled. You knew things would be okay. Hyunjin was looking out for you after all.

“What were you doing before I came in?” Hyunjin asked.

You picked up your book and showed him the cover. “I was reading. It’s one of my favorite books.”

Hyunjin carefully took the book from you and looked through it. It seemed to be right up your alley full of adventure.

He didn’t want to leave just yet. He had some time. “Can you read it for me?”

You were shocked that he wanted to listen to you read. You were excited at the prospect of Hyunjin staying here with you, so you took the book and opened it up.

You began to read, your soft voice echoing throughout the room. You settled into the pillows, your body relaxing with each passing second.

Hyunjin is seated at the foot of your bed, his back resting against the wall. He’s turned slightly towards you, so he can watch, not wanting to waste another moment not looking at you.

He was captivated as you read to him, your focus on the book in front of you. He could tell you had visited this story many times as you knew it by heart, your expressions matching whatever scene was playing out.

He loved the sound of your voice, so soft and sweet, that he felt his eyes droop, exhaustion taking over.

It would be okay to close his eyes right? Here tucked away in your room, away from demands and responsibilities. Here where he can listen to your voice.

Yeah, he’d be alright. He slowly drifted off to sleep, his ears listening to your story until he fell into a deep sleep.

At some point during your story, you looked up and noticed Hyunjin asleep, his head tucked into his chin. You felt your heart skip a beat at the fact that he was asleep here in your room and on your bed no less.

You carefully closed your book and set it down. Grabbing one of your blankets, you draped it over him and gently laid him down, his hair splayed across your sheets.

Satisfied, you got and quickly changed, making sure Hyunjin was still asleep first. Once dressed for bed, you slid under the sheets and snuggled under.

You felt tired but comfortable, since Hyunjin was here. You didn’t understand this feeling, but you were happy nonetheless.

Closing your eyes, you drifted off to sleep. The two of you slept soundly and completely comfortable, your heads filled with soft dreams.

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“Hyunjin! Hyunjin!”

Hyunjin could hear his name as someone was shouting it. He thought he was dreaming, that is until he heard it again.

“Hyunjin!”

He sat upright, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He looked around, forgetting where he was at first. Once he realized he had fallen asleep in your room, he jumped up, as panic took over.

Looking up, he saw not only a few orderlies, but the chief too.

Shit. He’s really fucked up now. He looked over and saw you cowering in the corner of your bed , your blankets pulled over your body.

“Why are you in here?” The chief demanded. “We needed you to finalize the plans for tomorrow but you were nowhere to be found. Instead we find you here…with…with them.”

He said the last word with malice, disgust clear on his face.

“You’ve proven you’re too close in this case. Hyunjin as of now, you are no longer y/n's technician. Leave immediately.”

Hyunjin was devastated at the chief’s words, his worst nightmare coming true. Hyunjin has known you for so long and even though you just physically met, he feels fond of you.

He looks at you once more, trying to convey his apology through his eyes before getting up and dragging himself out of the door. The chief follows closely behind followed by the orderlies.

The door shuts with a sort of finality, like the worst is yet to come.

You stare at the place where Hyunjin was lying, the imprint from his body still present on your blankets. You reached a hand to touch the spot, the area still warm.

You became tense again, your eyes narrowed as your breathing increased.

Anger. That’s what Hyunjin called this. You were angry, your brief period of happiness gone.

You were angry that the lab took your family from its home. That they took you away from your mother, that you couldn’t say goodbye.

You were angry that you spent so many years kept in the dark, shielded from anything that could lead to your advancement and benefit you in this world.

You were angry that the lab forced Hyunjin to partake in this project.

You were angry.

You were furious.

You were….

As you sat on your bed, your fingers playing with the fringe of your blanket, your heart felt heavy, the ache spreading as you continued to think of how Hyunjin was gone.

You might not ever see him again and that was a thought you couldn’t bear. You were frustrated, not understanding why you felt this way. You wished you could have asked him about this before he left.

You sat on your bed the rest of the night, as you stared blankly ahead. You didn’t dare move, only sit there quietly as you felt a fire rush through you.

You let the anger boil over until your hands were shaking, until your eyes filled with tears again.

You didn’t know what to do. What to say. All you knew is you wanted Hyunjin, needed him.

You needed him to tell you everything would be okay.

And as the morning hours came and more movement was heard on the other side of your door, you continued to sit, staring straight ahead as the little happiness you had faded away.

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[itsgiovanna]

playing for love (chapter 6)

pairing: fem!character x mason mount

summary: injured and lost, mason mount begins his recovery with the help of adeline alderidge, a tough yet brilliant physiotherapist. but, some wounds don't heal easily, and the closer they get, the more mason realizes she might need saving just as much as he does.

notes: it took a while but here it is! brace yourselves for some slow burning love hehe 🤍 also, comment if you want to be on the next tag list!

word count: 3.7k

warnings: nothing but fluff.

next: chapter 7

tag list: @avalentina

Mason exhaled sharply as he finished another set of exercises, rolling his shoulders before leaning back against the couch. “Two weeks in, and I still feel like an old man.” he muttered, reaching for the water bottle beside him.

Adeline, standing with her arms crossed, glanced at him with little sympathy. “Maybe if you stopped complaining and actually focused, you’d feel less like one.”

He scoffed, taking a sip of water. “I am focusing.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Sure.”

Mason shook his head, setting the bottle down. “You know, you’re a real hard-ass.”

Adeline didn’t react. “That’s my job.”

“Yeah, but I bet you’re not like this all the time.” he said, tilting his head as he studied her. “Like, what do you even do outside of torturing me?”

She barely glanced at him. “You’re not that special, Mount. I ‘torture’ other people, too.”

He let out a short laugh. “Right. But seriously, what do you do when you’re not here?”

Adeline sighed, clearly reluctant to entertain this. “Why does it matter?”

“Because I feel like I know nothing about you.” he pointed out. “And I don’t think that’s fair, considering you know every single weakness in my knee.”

That earned him a slight twitch of her lips, but she covered it quickly.

Mason smirked, encouraged. “So? What’s the last film you watched?”

“Something animated, probably.” Adeline exhaled through her nose, shaking her head.

“Animated?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” she said simply, jotting something down in her notes. “I like them.”

A slow grin spread across his face. “Right, so you’re one of those people who cries at Toy Story 3.”

“Like you didn’t.” She shot him a sharp look.

“I never said that.” Mason laughed, caught off guard.

Adeline shook her head, but he caught the way the corners of her mouth twitched. It was the closest thing to a smile he had seen from her in two weeks, and for some reason, it felt like a small victory.

But, Mason wasn’t done yet.

“Alright, next question.” he said, shifting on the couch as she reset the resistance band for his next exercise. “Favourite food?”

Adeline didn’t even glance up. “Why?”

“Because, I need to know whether or not I can trust your taste.” he said seriously.

“I don’t know. Pasta, I guess.” She let out a slow breath.

He nodded in approval. “Alright, safe choice.”

She rolled her eyes. “Great. I passed your test.”

“Another one.” he continued, ignoring her pointed look. “You’re in a pub, right? What’s your go-to drink?”

Adeline hesitated, adjusting the band in her hands. “Martini.”

Mason grinned. “Classic.”

“Are you done interrogating me now?” She ignored him.

“One more.” He considered.

Adeline shot him a look. “Mason—”

“C’mon, Adeline.” he pressed.

“Fine.” She sighed.

He leaned back slightly, studying her. “What’s something that always makes you smile?”

For the first time, Adeline faltered. Just for a second. She opened her mouth, as if she had an answer, but then quickly shook her head.

“You’re out of time, Mount.” she said, cutting him off before he could push further. “Back to work.”

Mason studied her for a moment, sensing there was more to her than she let on.

But, before he could say anything else, her phone buzzed loudly on the table. Adeline glanced at it quickly and frowned.

“Stella?” she said, her tone sharp with concern.

Mason wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but he didn’t have to. She was standing right there, pacing slightly as she listened.

“What?” Adeline stopped mid-step, pressing her palm against her forehead. “No, no, of course. Thank you for calling me. Is she okay?”

Mason straightened slightly at that, his grip tightening around his phone.

Adeline let out a sharp breath, nodding to herself. “Yeah, I’ll figure something out. Thanks for taking care of her, Ella.” A pause. “I know. I will.”

She hung up with a sigh, rubbing her temple before finally meeting his gaze.

“What’s going on?” Mason asked, setting his phone down.

Adeline hesitated, then exhaled. “There’s a storm—like, a bad one. It’s hitting the whole city. Stella just called to tell me the roads are a mess, and they’re advising people to stay home.”

Mason frowned, glancing toward the window. The rain was hammering against the glass in thick sheets, and the wind had picked up, making the trees outside sway aggressively.

Adeline tucked her phone away and grabbed her jacket. “I need to go.”

Mason’s frown deepened. “You can’t go with this weather.”

“I have to, Mason.” she argued, already slipping her arms through the sleeves. “Lily’s waiting for me.”

Mason stood up. “Adeline, be serious. It’s dangerous out there.”

“She needs me.”

“And she needs you safe.” he shot back. “You think she’d want you driving through a bloody storm just to prove a point?”

Adeline froze for a second, like the thought hadn’t fully settled in yet.

Mason sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I get it. You don’t like feeling out of control, but this isn’t about that. It’s one night. Stay here. Lily is safe with Stella, and in the morning, when the roads are clear, you go home.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to intrude—”

“You won’t.” Mason cut her off. “I have a guest room. Use it.”

Adeline hesitated, chewing on the inside of her cheek. He could see her brain working, trying to find another way.

Mason softened his tone. “Adeline, c’mon. You know I’m right.”

“Fine. Just for tonight.” She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. Finally, she let her shoulders drop.

“Good. I’ll set up the guest room.” Mason nodded, relieved.

“Didn’t think you’d be so insistent.” Adeline gave him a long look, then smirked slightly.

“Yeah, well. Maybe I just don’t want to be responsible for my physiotherapist getting struck by lightning.” Mason shrugged, turning toward the hallway.

(…)

Adeline sat at the table, arms crossed, watching Mason move around the kitchen with an ease that surprised her. He was focused, stirring a simmering pot on the stove, occasionally glancing at her with that annoyingly charming smirk of his.

She had no idea what to do with this version of him — the one who wasn’t being difficult, wasn’t pushing back against therapy, wasn’t rolling his eyes when she told him to do another set of exercises. Instead, he was cooking. For her.

And worse? He was good at it.

“I didn’t take you for someone who actually cooks.” she said, trying to fill the silence.

Mason glanced over his shoulder. “Why? Because I’m a footballer?”

“Something like that.” She shrugged.

“Wow. Judging me already.” He scoffed, tossing freshly chopped basil into the sauce.

Adeline rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t ignore the way the kitchen smelled incredible — garlic, tomatoes, basil, something rich and warm.

“What exactly are you making?” she asked, shifting in her seat.

Mason’s smirk deepened. “Pasta.”

At first, she didn’t think much of it. But then, something clicked. Her brows pulled together.

“Wait…” She narrowed her eyes. “You did that on purpose.”

“Did what?” He stirred the sauce, completely unfazed.

“My favorite food.” she accused. “You remembered.”

Mason hesitated just slightly before turning off the stove. “Maybe.”

Adeline stared at him, unsure how to respond to that. He wasn’t flirting — not really. There was no teasing lilt in his voice, no smugness like he was expecting her to swoon over the fact that he remembered some small, insignificant thing about her.

And that was the problem. He wasn’t trying. He was just… being Mason.

“Still doesn’t mean I trust you with it.” She looked away, suddenly feeling the need to regain control.

“Fair. But you’ll see.” Mason laughed.

(…)

Adeline twirled the pasta on her fork, eyeing Mason skeptically before taking a bite.

She chewed slowly. Too slowly.

Mason leaned forward, elbows on the table, watching her with a smirk. “Well?”

She swallowed. Paused.

“It’s… edible.” she said, deliberately neutral.

Mason scoffed, feigning offense. “Edible? That’s all I get?”

She took another bite, betraying herself. It was good. More than good, actually. The kind of warm, comforting food she hadn’t had time to cook for herself in years. But admitting that felt dangerous, like giving Mason the upper hand in a game she wasn’t sure she was playing.

“You like it.” He grinned knowingly.

“I didn’t say that.” Adeline huffed.

“You didn’t have to.”

Before she could argue, a deafening crack of thunder shook the house.

Adeline jumped. It was instinct, her body’s automatic reaction, the way her fingers curled slightly against the table.

Mason noticed.

“You good?”

She straightened, forcing a shrug. “It’s just a storm.”

He didn’t press, just tilted his head like he was filing that information away.

Then, as if on cue, the lights flickered — once, twice — before going out completely.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Adeline exhaled sharply. “Oh, c’mon.”

“Perfect.” Mason muttered.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The only sounds were the rain hammering against the windows and the distant rumble of thunder rolling through the sky.

“Do you have candles?” Adeline shifted, trying to adjust to the darkness.

“Yeah, I think—”

She took a step.

So did he.

They collided.

It wasn’t just a light bump. She practically stumbled into him, and suddenly, Mason’s hands were at her waist, steadying her, and her palms were pressed against his chest.

A beat of silence.

They weren’t moving.

Adeline’s pulse skittered.

It was ridiculous — completely unintentional — but for a moment, all she could focus on was the solid warmth of him, the way his breath hitched slightly, the way they were close. Too close.

“Uh—” Mason started, but his voice was quieter now, uncertain.

Adeline swallowed, stepping back immediately. “Sorry.”

“Yeah, no, it’s—” He cleared his throat. “Let me find those candles.”

She exhaled, rubbing her temples as he moved away, his presence still somehow lingering in the space between them.

Within a minute, Mason returned, striking a match. The small flame flickered to life, casting a soft glow as he lit the candles and set them on the table.

The warm, golden light illuminated the room — and her.

Mason glanced up and… didn’t look away.

Adeline’s face was turned slightly, her features softened by the candlelight, the sharp lines of her usual guarded expression smoothed into something quieter.

He caught himself staring.

Look away, idiot.

He didn’t.

Instead, he shifted, rubbing the back of his neck, forcing a smirk. “Well, at least now I can see the exact moment you admit my pasta is amazing.”

Adeline’s gaze flicked to him, and for the first time all night, she almost — almost — smiled.

(…)

The guest room was far nicer than she expected. Warm-toned walls, soft lighting, and a neatly made bed that looked far too inviting. The duvet was thick and plush, extra pillows stacked against the headboard, and there was even a folded blanket at the foot of the bed. It was obvious Mason had put effort into making it comfortable for her.

Still, comfort didn’t settle the unease sitting in her chest.

Adeline sat on the edge of the bed, exhaling slowly. The rain lashed against the windows, the wind howled through the streets, and every few minutes, a deep rumble of thunder shook the house. She curled her fingers around the duvet, grounding herself as another crack of lightning split the sky outside.

She wasn’t scared of storms. Not really.

But she hated the way they made her feel — small, vulnerable.

And tonight, the vulnerability was doubled.

It was the first night she had ever spent away from Lily. She knew she was safe with Stella, but the distance gnawed at her, the absence of her daughter’s tiny weight beside her unfamiliar and disorienting. She couldn’t count the number of times Lily had snuck into her bed in the middle of the night, curling up against her for warmth.

Now, Adeline was the one in need of warmth.

She tugged at the hem of her shirt, regretting her choice of clothing. She hadn’t exactly planned on sleeping over at Mason Mount’s house. She had left her flat in a simple long-sleeved top and leggings, something comfortable enough to work in but definitely not warm enough for this storm. The power was still out, and the temperature in the house had dropped, the cold air creeping through the walls.

She got up, searching through the drawers in the guest room, but they were empty. Not even a spare blanket. Her fingers twitched at her sides. She really, really didn’t want to ask Mason for anything.

But she was freezing.

Adeline sighed, dragging a hand down her face before stepping out of the room. Mason’s door was slightly ajar, candlelight flickering through the gap. She hesitated for a moment before lightly rapping her knuckles against the wood.

“Mason, do you have—”

Her words caught in her throat.

Mason stood near his dresser, his back turned to her, his broad shoulders illuminated by the soft, golden light. And he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

Adeline had seen plenty of athletes shirtless before — she worked in physiotherapy, it came with the job — but this was different.

Maybe it was because she had never allowed herself to notice before.

Her gaze flickered over the strong lines of his back, the way the muscles shifted when he moved. Then her eyes fell to his arms, tracing the dark ink that contrasted against his skin. She had noticed his tattoos before, in passing, but she had never really looked at them. The designs flowed together seamlessly — quotes, symbols, intricate details that all seemed to mean something.

Mason turned slightly, running a hand through his hair, and she caught sight of the tattoo on his ribs, peeking out just beneath his arm.

Something unfamiliar twisted in her stomach.

She needed to stop staring.

Clearing her throat, she forced her gaze back up. “It’s, um—” She exhaled sharply, trying to pull herself together. “It’s freezing. Do you have a hoodie or something?”

Mason turned fully now, reaching for the dresser. “Sure.” He pulled out a hoodie and walked over to her, offering it without hesitation.

Adeline reached for it, but as he handed it over, their fingers brushed — warm and solid against hers.

She inhaled sharply. It was nothing. Absolutely nothing. But for some reason, she pulled away quicker than necessary, gripping the hoodie tightly.

Mason tilted his head slightly. “You know, I was about to offer you a blanket, but I feel like you’d rather freeze than accept too much help from me.”

His tone was light, almost amused, but there was a softness in the way he said it.

Adeline huffed. “I don’t mind help.”

Mason smirked. “Right.” Then, after a pause, he added. “You know, if this storm keeps up, I might have to start charging you rent.”

Despite herself, a small exhale of amusement slipped through her nose. “I’ll be out of your way as soon as possible.”

Mason held his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, if you see me bringing out a lease agreement tomorrow, don’t be surprised.”

Adeline shook her head, clutching the hoodie tighter against her chest. “Thanks for this, though.” she said, nodding toward the fabric.

Mason gave her a small smile. “Anytime.”

She turned quickly, retreating to the guest room before anything else could be said.

Once inside, she shut the door and leaned against it, her heartbeat uneven.

Ridiculous.

With a sigh, she pulled the hoodie over her head. It was oversized, the fabric soft and slightly worn-in, fitting far too comfortably around her.

Then she noticed it. The scent.

Her fingers curled into the sleeves instinctively as she caught the faint traces of cedarwood and something distinctly him. It was clean, warm, familiar in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

And she hated that she liked it.

Swallowing hard, she shook her head, climbing into bed and pulling the duvet tightly over herself.

But even as the rain continued to pour outside and the thunder rumbled in the distance, it wasn’t the storm that kept her awake.

(…)

Sleep wasn’t happening. Not even close.

Mason had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, his body exhausted but his mind refusing to shut off. His leg still ached slightly from the session earlier, but that wasn’t the reason he was wide awake.

She was.

Adeline was in the next room. Sleeping under his roof for the first time. And somehow, that fact had planted itself in his brain and refused to leave.

He wasn’t sure why it mattered. Maybe because, for the past few weeks, he’d only seen her in controlled emotions — either at the hospital or in his home for their sessions. But now, there was something different about the air between them. The way she let herself be just a little less guarded. The way she let him take care of her in small, quiet ways.

And the way she let him see her scared.

Mason sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. He didn’t know what it was about her that got under his skin so much. Maybe it was the fact that he’d spent the last month being an absolute pain in her ass, and now he was starting to feel like he wanted to make up for it.

Another deep rumble of thunder rolled through the sky, shaking the windows. He glanced toward them, exhaling. The storm wasn’t letting up.

He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to sleep — until something caught his attention.

Footsteps.

Soft ones, barely audible over the rain.

Mason sat up slightly, listening. Another crash of thunder came, louder this time, and then a shadow moved past his door.

Frowning, he pushed the covers off and swung his legs over the bed. He didn’t have to guess who it was.

When he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, the soft glow of candlelight flickering in the living room revealed exactly what he suspected.

She was curled up on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, sleeves of his hoodie gripped tightly in her fists. Her face was turned toward the window, her expression unreadable, but when the next crack of thunder hit, he caught the subtle way she flinched.

“Can’t sleep?” Mason leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms.

Adeline startled slightly, turning toward him. She recovered quickly, straightening her spine like she hadn’t just jumped.

“Storm’s loud.” she muttered.

“That’s why you’re sitting here alone?” Mason hummed, stepping closer.

“It’s… quieter in a way.” She shrugged, her gaze flicking back to the window.

“Right. Totally makes sense.” He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“You’re really annoying sometimes, you know that?” Adeline huffed, shaking her head.

“I’ve been told.” Mason smirked.

Another deep rumble of thunder crashed above them, rattling the windows. This time, she couldn’t mask the way she tensed, her fingers gripping the hoodie even tighter.

He noticed. And this time, he didn’t ignore it.

Mason hesitated for just a moment before grabbing the blanket draped over the back of the couch. Moving slowly, he sat down beside her, close enough that their legs brushed, the warmth of her body radiating through the small space between them.

Adeline stiffened slightly at first, her breath hitching, but she didn’t pull away.

She only glanced at him, wary but not rejecting the gesture.

“Relax, I’m not going to steal all the warmth.” Mason smiled, nudging her knee with his.

“You already did. It’s your blanket.” Adeline huffed, but there was no real bite to it.

He chuckled under his breath, shifting slightly to adjust the fabric around her shoulders. His fingers brushed against her arm as he did, the contact brief but enough to make something settle in his chest — something warm, something that felt different from the usual banter between them.

She didn’t pull away.

Didn’t tense like she normally would.

Instead, she let out a quiet exhale, fingers curling into the sleeves of his hoodie like she was grounding herself.

Mason watched her for a moment, the flickering candlelight casting soft shadows against her face. There was something about seeing her like this — unguarded, not fighting him at every turn — that made him hesitate, just for a second, before reaching up and tugging the blanket higher over her shoulder. His knuckles grazed her collarbone, slow and unintentional, but neither of them moved away.

“Better?” he asked, voice quieter now.

“A little.” Adeline still didn’t look at him right away. But eventually, she nodded.

Her voice was softer than he expected, and it did something to him.

Mason swallowed, dragging his gaze away from her face before he let himself stare too long. “Well.” he said, shifting like he needed to distract himself. “That’s progress.”

She exhaled a quiet laugh, the first real one of the night, and Mason barely resisted the urge to smile.

Another rumble of thunder rolled through the sky, louder this time. She flinched, not as much as before, but enough for him to notice. And this time, he didn’t think — he just moved.

His arm lifted slightly, hesitating only for a moment before settling across the back of the couch behind her. He didn’t touch her — not really — but it was close enough that if she wanted the reassurance, it was there.

She didn’t lean into it, but she didn’t pull away either.

Instead, she sat there, gripping the sleeves of his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping her there. And Mason, despite himself, found that he didn’t mind.

“Look.” he said after a beat, keeping his voice light, “If you were scared, you could’ve just said so.”

Adeline turned her head, shooting him a glare that, this time, had no real heat behind it. “I’m not scared.”

“Right. That’s why you jumped five inches off the couch a second ago.”

“You’re impossible.” She said, shooking her head.

“And yet, here you are.” He let out a breath, something like amusement flickering in his expression.

Something about that made her chest feel lighter.

Another deep rumble of thunder shook the windows, but this time, Adeline didn’t flinch as much as before.

Maybe it was the blanket.

Maybe it was the warmth between them.

Maybe it was just the fact that, for the first time in a while, she wasn’t dealing with it alone.

Whatever it was, something had shifted between them.

And Mason felt it.

For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel the urge to run from it.

(…)

[toneshieee]

Stan Pins ✨ ✧˖°ˈ·*ε-(๑˃́ε˂̀๑ )

One of the stuffs I was working on yesterday ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+ I finally had time to make button pins using my artwork, and I was also testing out the photo tops I bought recently uwu ✨

I got three holographic photo tops: 2 types of sparkles and 1 broken glass. Then I also got the glitter photo top uwu. I honestly can’t decide which one to choose cuz they all look so pretty and sparkly 😭 I guess the glitter one’s my fave?

I love how it makes the prints look pigmented, and the texture omg it’s like scratching that itch in my brain XD It also looks so nice under the light, like it’s literally glittering and shimmering ughh💖✨The holographic ones are also lovely 💖 I just dislike how tinted they look on the print, but the rainbow effect is so nice when light bounces off the buttons aaaaa fine I’m buying them all again for restock (,,Ծ‸Ծ,, )

I have so manyyyy plans like, chill the effin down, Shieee. Breathe. Breathe. Ya got this. We can do them one step at a time. No one’s rushing you. I guess I’m kinda gettin’ overwhelm on how many stuffs I wanted to accomplish this year, but yea I need to remind myself that we got plentyyyyyy of time!

I also made prints! I tried printing it on a bigger canvas this time since most of the sizes I’ve been printing were like 5x7 inches haha can’t wait to organize my wall this weekend, I’ll be moving my chibi artworks on the other side, then fill my wall with my Stan artworks uwu (as if I made that many lmao) 💖💖 I’m just happy I’m finally using my printer and sticker cutting machine again, it’s been my dream to make a merch out of my artworks and hopefully to supply an art shop here at our city one day hehe💖 ohhhh and I really like how the pins turned out, I’m already using them on my work bag teehee >u< 💖💖 they look so cuteeeee 💖 I better come up some good excuse if ever my coworkers ask about them haha like “oh I got these from my fave artist” so no further questions will be asked XD I don’t really want them to know I’m an artist or anything haha anyway it’s time for me to eep cuz I haven’t had a proper 8 hrs sleep since last week sgdhdjdjd

[crimsonxcloverr]

70s!dale x fem!reader

content/trigger warning: creeper dale, public sex, cnc, humiliation, fingering, oral (f! receiving), p in v, size kink??, praising

word count: 1726

a/n: i’m taking a break from my fic, and again it’s not finished! also hope it’s not cringe yucky! i will dale kobble myself. i only wrote this to make myself feel better! so enjoy this hehe.

GET IT ON

your throat was sore and raw from all the screaming and singing as you push past people in the crowded arena, marc bolan and t. rex continue the performance as the room began to overwhelm you. you eventually make it outside and adjust your skirt while walking to the concession stands.

“cuckoo.”

you turn around and see a rather tall man with a botched face approaching you, his attire evident that he was enjoying the t.rex concert as well.

“and who’s this pretty little angel?” he giggles trying to catch up to get a better glimpse. “you really are sight for sore eyes, mhmm. what’s your name?”

“none of your business,” you mumble making your way to the stand that seemed further away than usual due to this creep on your ass.

“you were at the concert, right? i saw you walk out,” he says looking you up and down while walking next to you. “you having fun?”

“yes.” you sigh as you wait in line watching the man dig in his jean pocket. he pulls his wallet out and gives you a smile as you look up at him.

"good… that’s good, i like that. i’d hate to see a pretty angel like you not have fun,” he pauses for a moment and giggles, “y’know, i had gigs a few times in this same arena, some people even know me around here. i even have a gig here next week,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone while he nods and smiles.

you look at him and scoff, completely taken off guard watching him hold some cash as he waits next to you. “no kidding.” this guy wasn’t half bad, glamrockers were your thing. “what’s your name, anyways?”

“ah, ah. i asked you first,” he giggles again, booping your nose and watching you crinkle it under his touch.

“y/n.”

“y/n,” he repeats testing your name out on his tongue, his finger now on his chin as if he were in deep thought. “i love it. i’m dale, my precious angel.”

he gives you a rather big smile and you couldn’t help but give him a smile back, his energy comforting in an odd way. you both get to the front of the line and dale kindly pays for your water, the two of you walking to a secluded spot.

“did you need anything?” you ask wondering why he even followed you out in the first place when he could be enjoying the show.

“no, i didn’t need anything. i just wanted to chat with you, that’s all.”

he chugs his beer and throws it out in the trash next to you, walking away down a dark corridor without saying a word. he whistles as he walks with his hands behind his back, but his whistling is loud, a sign he clearly wants you to follow. or so you thought. you let out a sigh and throw your empty cup out before following his lanky frame down the hall.

dale pauses and turns, stunned to see you following. “well what’s this?” he grins and his blue eyes burn through you.

“oh, i thought-“

“you thought what?” he steps closer to you and backs you up against the wall. “you thought i wanted you to follow, didn’t you, you silly goose?”

he clearly fooled you on purpose just to see if you’d follow, his little scheme working. his finger brushes against your cheek and your breathing begins to pick up, someone exiting a side door catches you both off guard. “oh, hey dale!” they say giving him a wave. dale gives them a nod and wave in return watching them as they walk away. he looks back at you and shakes his head.

“you keep following me around like this, someone might think you’re a groupie,” he whispers as his hand travels down to your shirt, his index finger teasingly pulling at the v cut to see what you’re hiding in there. “although, the thought is enticing… my personal groupie, a little stage angel perched up on my speaker, how would that sound?”

you have no words, but your body is doing the talking. you can feel wetness gathering in your panties as he talks. dale can see it in your face that you want this as much as he does, but in a public setting? no way, but you were too stunned to move, too horny not to walk away. his hand slides down your body and towards your skirt, his eyes on yours as he stares at you from under his eyebrows.

“you like this, don’t you?” he whispers in your ear, his fingers wiggling inside the waistbands of your skirt and stockings. he scoffs when he gets to the waistband of your panties. “so many layers hiding that pretty pussy…”

he manages to get past your panties and he lets out a mocking gasp, a soft moan coming from you when his slender fingers play with your wetness.

“you do like this, my angel,” he chuckles while rubbing your clit, his curls dangling in your face as he towers over you. “was it the groupie talk? hm? me wanting you perched up on the speaker really got you going, didn’t it?”

you nod unable to form words as he now starts to finger you. you can’t help but bury your face into his chest to hide your moans as people left the show and pile in the lobby. his scent turns you on even more, the smell of cigarettes, light fabric softener, and patchouli filling your nostrils. you moan louder as his slender fingers play with your sweet spot, dale letting out a chuckle and keeping a look out for prying eyes.

“you always get this wet for strangers? or just knock off versions of marc bolan?” he teases clearly making fun of you for getting fingered by a complete stranger. “turn around.”

you watch as he sucks his fingers before turning and pressing your face against the cold wall, dale crouching behind you and folding your skirt up, tucking the fabric into your waist band to keep it up.

“dale,” you hiss as people walk towards the bathroom fifteen feet away from you both. your attention breaks away from them when he tears your stockings open. “hey!”

“ooo,” he moans as he sees the sight before him. “let’s see what you’ve been hiding under theses…”

you squirm some more as he pulls down your panties and spreads your asscheeks to get a view of your pussy from behind. dale lets out a deep groan and immediately buries his face into you, his nose pressing against your asshole as he laps over your soaked cunt. sloppy wet sounds fill the corridor as he eats you, his tongue making your legs weak.

“please,” you whimper as dale begins tongue fucking you, your eyes still keeping a look out as humiliation bubbles up inside you, but the pleasure was just too good.

he groans and keeps your asscheeks spread, trying to push his tongue deeper into you the best he could. he pulls away and sucks your lips while doing so, giving your clit a few licks.

“as juicy as a peach,” he whispers wiping your juices off his face. he gives your ass a slap and stands, his hard bulge pressing against you. “i have a surprise for you,” he giggles.

you hear him taking off his belt and unzipping his fly, his movements and the sounds coming from him told you all you need to know. you gasp softly as he roughly pulls your hips towards him, dale running the tip of his fat cock up and down your pussy, teasing you and preparing you for the massive stretch. he presses his tip at your entrance and immediately puts his hand over your mouth, the girth of his fat cock making you scream in both pleasure and pain.

“that’s it, my little groupie,” he grunts in your ear, his hand still covering your mouth as he thrusts nice and deep into you. “let me fill you up…”

he grips your hair and makes your back arch more, your moans and groans vibrating against his hand. his cock repeatedly hits your sweet spot and cervix, the feeling making your stomach tighten and your legs want to give out. you felt yourself getting closer, your pussy squeezing around him tightly making him grunt.

“god-fuck! you keep squeezing, i’m gonna fill you up before you can finish,” he growls in your ear as his hips collide against your ass. “relax that pussy…”

you moan and shake your head trying to buck him off as people were in line, still oblivious to what was happening. you wanted him to make you cum so bad, his size was something you never had before. you bounce against him trying to speed up the process and he moves his hand from your hair down to your tit, squeezing it and enjoying how full and squishy it is.

your orgasm gets closer and closer and your moans grow louder as dale pounds into you. you were getting sore from the pounding, but you squeeze even tighter and his cock twitches inside you. he pushes in once more and it triggers you both to cum, your tight throbbing cunt milking him as he pushes his cock deeper. he keeps his hand over your mouth as he pulls out, you still moaning and panting from the aftershock and your legs start to shake.

“you did so well for me,” he praises softly while removing his hand from your mouth, “i think next week you come to my gig at six, except before the show, i eat that pretty pussy while you sit on the speaker, how’s that?” he whispers while pulling your panties up and tearing your torn stockings away from your body.

“okay,” you reply, helping him tear the stockings from your body. you pull your skirt back down and turn to look at him.

“most girls tap out, but you did so well,” he coos while tucking his cock back into his leopard printed underwear and fixing his pants. “i’ll see you again, my little stage angel.”

he gives you a wink and nudges your jaw gently with his fist before walking off into the crowded lobby of fangirls and wanna be rockstars.