#im plopping her down in my oc world

[birdkittenn]

just remembered an extremely old oc. girl i have great plans for you

[missallsundayyy]

Bandit and A School Girl

For today's fic its gon be bout my BIGGEST crush EVER. CHROLLO FUCKING LUCILFER. So I actually wrote more for this fic I think this is part 5 or sumn but I decide that this is my favourite part to post on this blog so here u go. Something bout Chrollo being a sugar fucking daddy turns me on so hard ON GOD. YES Im a Chrollo Stan and I'll always be ~~~ I actually have this fit posted somewhere as well and IF you guys want more parts just tell me & I'll post it here. Oh and also I don't really write with OC's I guess its just my preference I would usually come out with my own name but in this case I am borrowing a haracter from Seven Deadly Sins......Elizabeth Liones simply because she's the perfect character to portray my fic vision.

"I know that stare and look. Don't. There's something wrong about her. Elizabeth is one of the hottest girls on our campus but boys that goes on a date with her never want to talk to her or even look at her again. Despite that.......she's very smart and also one of the top students here." a boy her age said to Chrollo while he was waiting for Elizabeth to end her class.

He found this interesting, he was getting to know more about her without her telling him. He had already seen first hand that she can be erratic but this was from another pov of the girl.

"Do you think I'm compatible with her then?" Chrollo's demeanor changed to one of those cheeky school boys that had a crush on a ridiculously pretty highschool girl. The brown haired boy laughed and scratched his head "You look much older than Elizabeth and you're probably not from this school. Judging by your appearance and body posture, you're probably a very determined person and also a confident man." the random guy briefly summarised him. Chrollo laughed "Your observation explanations must be a mandatory skill here I guess" he said .

"To be honest, most of us are just trying. God seemed to gift some students here with high IQ and abilities to absorb every knowledge given to them in a heartbeat and Elizabeth is one of them. I'm quite jealous" he joked. "Well don't say I didn't warn you, Elizabeth is very attractive but she's suspicious at the same time and I don't mean it in a good way" Chrollo nodded at the guy's departure with a smile before returning his gaze to Elizabeth "You might be a serpent in disguise " he mentally thought.

"You're not some ordinary guy with a crush yourself" the random student muttered to himself, looking back to Chrollo giving him one last suspicious glance.

Chrollo of course felt the hostile glance, he might be just trying to pursue someone he likes but he will never let his guard down, He smiled to himself

"Elite school indeed."

TIME SKIP

"You know you didn't have to fetch me from class, my dorm is on this campus." Elizabeth said sweetly to Chrollo.

They were walking towards the campus café. "Well there's nothing wrong about wanting to see the girl I like isn't it" he flirted playfully. To anyone that knew Chrollo will find his current behaviour mystifying, he never showed such emotions with anyone but was able to with Elizabeth.

"If you like me so much why don't we go on dates like girlfriend and boyfriends" she joked cutely. He smiled at her not so subtle hint. "If you want me to take you on date you should have just asked. I would love nothing more to go out with you, afterall how can I turn down such a request when a young attractive schoolgirl wants to go out with an old man like me" he teased and Elizabeth burst out laughing. "Oh! so you agree I'm an old man then" he raised his brows down at her. She shook her head still laughing, "You know I don't think that way and I think you're a very very handsome man Chrollo" she said shyly, her face tinted with a slight blush.

"Do you like this school Elizabeth? Are you enjoying yourself?'' They sat down on a bench on the campus grounds and Elizabeth leaned on Chrollo's shoulder. "Oh god that was such a long lecture, I am mentally tired" she whined softly but continued "I love studying in this school but I know and feel there's more that I can learn. It's not enough for me here." she said whilst playing with the sleeves of his buttoned up shirt.

He looked so handsome Elizabeth felt like jumping onto him right now. She was zoning out on him , her mind went dirty and she suddenly had a brilliant idea, thrilling if she would say so herself.

"I want to show you something, Chrollo! Come!"

She abruptly stood up and took his hand and dragged him with her towards the campus. Chrollo smiled, she was tiredly whining one second and dragging him around the next.

Elizabeth dragged Chrollo into her Constitutional classroom that was now empty.

"I hate this class the most, it's repetitive and the hours are ridiculous" Elizabeth complained.

Chrollo took the classroom layout into mind "So you want me to burn this class for you my dear?" he asked seriously. Elizabeth turned to him and laughed at his words "You're funny you know that, we're not here for public vandalism" she said softly walking towards him innocently.

Elizabeth grabbed Chrollo's collar and kissed him roughly. His hands instantly grabbed her waists and her small hands roamed and slowly crept its way under his white shirt. Her palms greedily roamed his hard abs, even if she didn't have a view of him, touching him made her see his glory in her mind. She had already memorized him mentally and there is no way she could forget. Her lips left his and she planted small kisses down his throat and her tongue gilded back up teasingly against his Adam's apple. Her lips planted small kisses and she went towards his right right ear.

"We're here so I can suck you off"

She whispered and her right hand palmed his hardening cock through his pants, her voice filled with lust she couldn't contain herself, everytime she thought of him in class she got so god damn fucking wet. Just by the thought of him. He grunt at her vulgar words, he became harder just by her words. "You're very naughty Elizabeth, the classroom is not locked. What if a lecturer comes in then?" he was struggling to finish his sentence because her hand movements were getting too much for him. "Then I'll be in trouble danchou......" moaned in his ear. That was the last straw for him. He grabbed her silver hair roughly and yanked her down in front of his crotch.

"You better stop talking like that and put me in that sweet mouth of yours." he growled at her. Elizabeth giggled at his request, her small hands hurriedly fumble with his pants and in a second she had him down her throat. "fuckkkkk..el..elizabet..th yo..you're such a good fucking girl" he moaned and encouraged her actions. His fingers run through her silky smooth hair, appreciating her feminine features greatly. The look she gave sucking his cock like that, the lewd sounds from her doing the deed. The sloppy wet sound echoing throughout her classroom accompanied by her soft moans of enjoyment made him want to stop her and ram her against one of these school desks. He decided against the idea because he loved how determined the sexy young girl was in giving him pleasure like this. Her head bobbed up and down, coating his very large member with her saliva, it was as if she was in her own world.

Elizabeth was truly enjoying what she was doing, she didn't feel forced or obligated to suck him, doing this felt like an honour and she was going to show him that nobody was as good as her. "mhhmmm....." she took his cock out of her mouth with a soft 'plop' sound and licked viciously bottom to top "you're so fuc..mmmm..king big Chrollo, can...have this in my mouth everyddayy??..." he almost came to her dirty talks. "This will be...uhh..the only fucking...cock in that pretty mouth of yours Elizabeth.." she nodded at his words, giving herself 100% to him.

"You're the only one that I will pleasure, no other man will feel my lips, mouth, body but you..." she said, locking her eyes with his. The eye contact was a promise for the both of them, no one will ever touch them in such a way. "Good...show me how good you are for me and make me cum Elizabeth." he said yanking her head roughly making her take him wholly once again.

"mmmmhhh!" the soft noises she was making and the view of her body on her knees with her skirt riding up her thighs flashing him a generous amount of her thick and soft thighs.

Her tongue licked the tip of his head in a teasing manner before roughly sucking his cock again. His large hands had her hair in a ponytail "yes...yes fuck that cock with your mouth.." he urged her, he was almost there and it took Elizabeth to withdraw his cock from her mouth and spitting on it seductively before taking him all the way down again.

"shit! ah..... fucck! fuck Elizabeth!" he grunted and release his seed into her pretty mouth and he made sure to empty everything he got into her mouth. He still had a tight grip on her hair and she was moaning at his orgasm, it was such a godly sight for her.

"mmmmmm that's so much cum down my throat Chrollo.." her voice was soft and innocent, she could feel how sore her throat was becoming. He let go of her hair and closed his eyes, processing the euphoric feeling he just felt because of her efforts. "How many boys have you practiced on, the way your mouth worked was wonders" he complimented her. She giggled and stood up "Well I have dated a few boys in this campus and i have done things occasionally with them."

He had already adjusted himself and his pants was back on, he then remembered what the guy said to him when he was waiting for Elizabeth just now. "You've had boyfriends before you, I don't like it. Shall I kill your past lovers?" he said bluntly. Elizabeth laughed, he could be so cute yet so horrific at the same time

"All the boys in this campus combined could never be as handsome as you" she said.

"Take me to my room and lets have fun" she said innocently but already was walking out of the classroom. He laughed and trailed behind her shaking his head.

"Anything you want Elizabeth"

[mae-gi-writes]

Deobi Playlist (EP 10) | The Boyz Imagine

The Boyz x Hospital Playlist inspired drabble series.

Main characters: Kevin, Juyeon, Hyunjae and OC (Mae)

Sides: the rest of The Boyz

Genre: fluff, slice of life, BROMANCE BRUH

EP 1 | EP 2 | EP 3 | EP 4 | EP 5 | EP 6 | EP 7 | EP 8 | EP 9 | EP 10

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"Excuse me."

"Yes," Juyeon whips his head up to see a pregnant woman waddling over to the counter with an expression that looks murderous. Holding her belly against herself with a grocery bag slung over her shoulder, she slams her entire body onto the front counter, which causes him to jump in surprise. 

"How are you, ma'am? How can I help you today?" Juyeon flashes a wan smile, used to dealing with unnerved clients. There's usually always a reason behind their madness.

"I have been waiting for at least an hour!" The woman bellows, practically red in the face, "I'm due in two weeks, and there are so many other pregnant women waiting behind me. How come it's taking so long?"

"Ma'am, I'm sorry we--"

"Do you know how hard it is for us, pregnant women, to sit here in this stuffed waiting room while babies are kicking?!" She interrupts with another yell as Juyeon's hands come up in defense, "I want to see Dr. Bae right now! Right now, you hear me? I'm tired! I want to go home!" 

Panic rises at the back of Juyeon's throat, "I--I am so sorry about this ma'am. But due to the number of patients today, the office is running a little slower than usual. I'm really sorry--"

"I don't want to hear your stupid reasons. I want my appointment!" She bellows, "Now!"

Fear coils through his stomach, a sick feeling tying into knots as his throat dries up with the countless excuses dying on the tip of his tongue. 

Shit, his heart races. How is he supposed to deal with that? 

He'd give anything to be shadowing a doctor right now. 

The door to the doctor's office suddenly slides open, revealing a gentle-eyed Jacob who's gaze quickly flits between them in understanding. The woman doesn't even wait a second, quickly twisting her body and waddling towards him. 

"Dr. Bae, I was just telling your stupid staff here that you need to speed up your process! Do you know how painful it is to be sitting around with that?" She motions towards her belly, legs wide apart and fists clenched at her sides as though she's preparing for battle. 

But Jacob's expression stays unfazed, "I apologize, ma'am. Unfortunately the speed of the diagnosis does not rely solely on me, but my patient."

"Yes, but--"

"Some have--" Jacob pauses, presses his lips together as sympathy flashes through his face, "some have difficult obstacles they've had to face in regards to their pregnancy. Not everyone is as lucky that their baby is growing up to be healthy."

The woman blinks, opening her mouth, then closing it upon realizing that she has been shocked into silence. 

"I understand your frustrations, I really do," Jacob's voice is gentle, a soothing lullaby that instantly makes Juyeon feel like the world is a better place, "but we all have to cooperate a little, work together to make this work. Don't you think?" 

For a moment, there's a complete silence so palpable that Juyeon can hear the ringing in his ears. He can feel the eyes of a multitude of patients drilling into the back of his skull and goosebumps suddenly explode along his arm at the sensation. 

"Alright," the woman finally lets out a grumble, "fine. Whatever."

And she turns around, wobbly on her feet, before plopping back down at her seat looking slightly disconcerted by the effect of Jacob's words. 

Juyeon sends the said doctor a look of utter gratefulness, which Jacob answers with a wink of his own before retreating back into his office. 

Thank god. 

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It's been a long day running back and forth between the maternity department and the pediatric ward, but it is only when the last patient bids their goodbyes that Juyeon allows his neutral mask to fall.

"I'm sorry doctor," he bows his head to the ground, not daring to make any kind of eye contact due to the embarrassment coiling through him, "It was my fault. I couldn't calm her down in time."

"No no," Jacob's lips curl up into a smile, face softening with understanding, "it happens all the time. Impatient patients are the norm around here. Mothers-to-be, especially."

"Still, I'm sorry."

"Did that swear you off the Maternity Ward then?" Jacob's smile widens into a teasing grin.

"Maybe."

"Well, if it's of any comfort, it's no better in the other wards."

"What do you mean?" Juyeon frowns. 

"Some of them are always looking for donors, others always doing extra shifts. The pediatric ward is the only one that's doing okay, as of late. Cancer department is just a hole of sadness."

"That's...not very encouraging."

"That's the reality of it," Jacob shrugs, "did you give it any thought? What you wanted to specialize?" 

"I don't know. Cancer, maybe. I'm not good with kids and the Cardiac Department looks like hell. Also, Organs make me squirm."

Jacob laughs at that, the sound bouncing through the room like sunlight, "that's exactly the same reason why I didn't want to specialize in surgery."

"That makes the two of us."

After packing up their belongings and clocking out for the day, Jacob offers to buy Juyeon dinner as a thank-you for helping him throughout the day and though the latter tries his best to refuse, the doctor insists that it's just something he does with all of his underlings, and that not treating Juyeon would just not be right. 

So Juyeon has no other choice but to follow as they walk to the parking lot. They unexpectedly bump into Hyunjae and Changmin in the lobby, causing Jacob to invite them both to join. 

"Why Jacob, I think that's the first time you're buying me dinner," Hyunjae can't help but comment as they settle at one of the tables of Mama's chicken, a small restaurant just down the street from their hospital. Juyeon smacks his thigh in protest, aiming to be subtle while the former stifles his groan of pain. 

"What?" Hyunjae hisses venomously.

"You don't say those kinds of things," Juyeon hisses back.

"You only care because you want him to give you a good review."

"Piss off, Hyunjae." 

The dinner goes surprisingly well considering that Juyeon isn't really familiar with Jacob. Having Hyunjae helps ease the tension between the interns and the doctors, lightening the atmosphere and loosening up his tongue. They share stories about patients, heart-wrenching stories about the ones they lost, and the ones that they managed to save. The more they spoke, the more Juyeon felt like this was the right path he'd chosen, after all this internal dilemma that had cost him a few years. 

"So why did you want to study medicine?" Asks Hyunjae to Changmin, who is already slightly flushed from his second beer. 

"I--uh--I just wanted to make the world a better place," Changmin stammers, ears flushing red, "I don't think I've considered anything else."

"See, this is the problem with interns," Hyunjae shakes a hand at him, "you guys think that being a doctor is honourable. It fucking sucks, okay? Like, it's really shitty. The shittiest of everything shitty in this world."

"Not all that shitty," Jacob intercepts.

Hyunjae scowls at him, "for you, maybe. You work in the Maternity Ward. What's the worst? That a pregnant woman comes screaming at you?" 

At that comment, Juyeon can't help but glance at Jacob, eyes meeting for a quick second in understanding. 

“I think I got used to that,” Jacob answers with a small smile, “Pregnant women don’t scare me.” 

“You’re brave, Dr. Bae,” Hyunjae sniffs, “there’s no way I’d be able to make it.”

“Do you regret choosing to be a surgeon?” Changmin pipes up.

“Nah,” Hyunjae flashes him a grin then, leaning back against his seat and poking Juyeon’s neck as he does so, “couldn’t find myself a better match. Surgery is all I live for. It’s like me against death, and most of the time, I always win.” 

“And the times you don’t?” 

“You win some, you lose some. That’s the reality of it.”

When Jacob and Changmin bid their goodbyes, Juyeon accompanies Hyunjae back to the hospital -- the latter has a night shift. It is his second one in a row -- while throwing his friend a couple of worried glances out of the corner of his eye. 

He knows more than anyone how much Hyunjae gives to the people. No matter how much bravado he puts on about doctors and how medicine really is like a beast you can’t tame, there’s definitely always a sparkle in the said doctor’s eyes whenever he talks about it. Juyeon admires that, and he admires Hyunjae (not that he’ll ever tell him though), but his stomach can’t help but churn with worry when he notices the darkening blue aprons underneath his friend’s eyes, or the tiredness lining them, red-rimmed and mouth pulled down in a way that only suggests he lacks sleep and energy. 

“Hey,” Juyeon speaks up when they reach the hospital doors. Hyunjae looks back at him as he says, “try getting some sleep. You look like crap.” 

“Thanks Juyeon. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“I’m serious, Hyunjae. Continue doing that and you’ll pass out in mid-surgery.” 

“Yeah yeah,” the older man sticks out his tongue in retaliation, “I hear you, mother. You heading home now?” 

“Yup. I’m done for the day. I got tomorrow off too.” 

“Lucky bastard.”

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Tagging: @juyeonzz @thesingingfae1905 @gratefulmaria @nochuu17​

Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

Also, for all those who have sent me requests, don’t worry I’m working on them! they shall be up soon! <3

I’M SO SORRY IT’S SO SHORT FML BUT LIFE IS GETTING IN THE WAY AND MAE IS TRYING TO ADULT AND GO TO JOB INTERVIEWS SO YEAH IM SORRY FHSDLSDLKJDBUT I HOPE YOU LIKE ALL THIS BROMANCE. 

NEXT EP WILL BE FULL OF MAE AND KEV SFKSDHGKDSJGDSLGLDKN <3 

[sharknadoslutt]

This is something that has been sitting in my drafts for like over a year,, but Im cleaning it out.. so. Here is a fic about my Star Wars OC Stint'l that no longer works because the cannon brought Ransolm back. RiP Stint'l and her cannon

How long had it been since he went into hiding? Nearly five years now.

D’Qar.

Leave it to Leia to find one of the most obscure planets to run this operation. It made sense considering the circumstances, but it made reaching out with friendly intention rather impossible. Ransolm almost wanted to laugh as he looked out with dull blue eyes. In his exhausted haze he found humor the best way to cope with the melancholy flushing his mind. Something was finally going right.

After he had been maliciously framed in retaliation for his attempt to expose a conspiracy to the Senate, the official word was that Ransolm Casterfo was dead. He been executed back on his home planet, Riosa. 

This would have been the case too if it had not been for his Uncle Telkum, smuggling him off-world and into hiding. It was there where Ransolm reunited with his once Rebellion Leader Uncle, who played guardian to Ransolm's late cousins child, Stint’l.

Stint’l was certainly interesting to say the least. Telkum’s only daughter had conceived the child during her days in escort services. According to Telkum, the girl’s father was a highly respected priest on the alien-inhabited moon, Pantora. When the priest had caught wind of an escort having bared his child he sought to end the life of both Mother and Child to avoid a career-ending scandal. Despite his attempts, he had only been able to rid the galaxy of the young mother, leaving the toddler Pantoran girl an orphan.

This was the event that led to Telkum’s guardianship of her. Ransolm would still be imprisoned, if not executed, if it had not been for Telkum. Ransolm owed a great debt to his uncle. So, it was Telkum’s death that had Ransolm step up to care for the tween girl.

“There’s so much going on.” Stint’l awed, her golden eyes wide with wonderment as she looked around.

Ransolm looked down at his young cousin and smiled softly.  As hard as this may have been for him, Ransolm was an adult. He had much wisdom and maturity that helped him cope through the tragedy that had been the last year. But Stint’l was just a girl and, once again, her whole life had been uprooted. 

Yet she seemed happy. Happy to be here. Weither it was naivety or innocence, Ransolm didn’t quite know. However he choose to admire it regardless. 

“I imagine they keep a tight operation.” Ransolm nodded as he spoke, rubbing his hand against his sandy beard. “These individuals are the only hope this galaxy has.”

People from all walks of life were about the bay, walking in any direction. All with a determined look in their eyes that proved to Ransolm that they were each on their own mission. He had finally made it here, to the Resistance. 

“Now we can fight with them to, huh, Rans?” Stint’l mused, plopping down on a crate. The small girl pulled her legs up on the durasteel container and fiddled with her overalls. He wondered if she was mature enough to understand the full severity of the galaxy’s upcoming peril, or if she was only war hungry from Uncle Telkum’s stories from the Rebellion.

“I can only hope it doesn’t come to that, Stint.” He sighed, walking back to stand beside the crate where Stint'l sat. “However, it’s fires like yours that will get us through, if the occasion is to come.”

The fourteen year old beamed and removed the helmet from her head, unruly lavender hair glistening with grease. She rubbed her right eye and the man couldn't help but to notice a dirt spot on her light-blue cheek. Ransolm, sighing, suddenly became very aware of how unkempt the pair was.

It would surely be a shock for Leia Organa, his old friend. Surely the shock factor would be the fact that she had thought him dead until now. But here he would soon be standing before her. However Ransolm, suddenly flabbergasted with the realization she’d seeing him in such a state of unruliness, felt an unnecessary amount of shame. 

He wore dirty travelers parts and a pilots jacket. His hair was starting to gray here and there. Fortunately it was easily hidden with his already blond hair. Despite his beard being fairly well trimmed, the fact that he even had a beard to begin with went completely against his primary fashion sense from back during his Senatorial career.  Would Leia even recognize him?

“I expect you to be on your best behavior, Stint.” Ransolm sighed at the young girl, putting a hand on her head. He did this under the false pretense of affection, when in actuality it was a sly attempt to help tame the beast of hair on top of her head. 

“Maybe.” He shrugged, noting the girls fingers trailing to the engraved word ‘Boss Man’ on the helmet.  “It’s unlikely. There were so many people in the fight back then. Telkum led a small battalion of pilots, I can’t imagine he crossed paths with the Princess all too often. If they did meet it’s likely she wouldn’t remember.”

“I don’t even know this lady.” She muttered, tracing the edges of the helmet in her lap. The same helmet that once belonged to her late papa, Ransolm’s own Uncle Telkum. It was old and dingy but still displayed a large fading Rebel insignia on the back. 

“Did she know Papa?”

The blue skinned girl remained quiet and continued her intense study of the ship bay before. Minutes seemed like hours in the awkward silence to follow. 

Finally, from around the corner the Riosan man could see a familiar figure glide in their direction, a figure so familiar yet so different.

With a content smile taking his lips Ransolm straightened his posture. Stint’l had seemed to take notice and grinned mischievously. She moved the helmet from her lap and set it next to her on the durasteel crate. 

“Kriff, that ol’ lady is THE Leia? The one that helped you unravel the Emaxine Warriors?!"

Ransolm shot her a deathly glare, a parental sternness to his expression. “Best behavior.” He repeated, an irritated edge to his voice.

Stint’l rolled her eyes and sighed, watching as her older cousin stepped forward to meet with General Organa.

The two stood before one another for a moment. Both of their eyes glimmered with a bittersweet melancholy that accompanied a warming smile.

“General Organa.” Ransolm cleared his throat and placed his hand behind his back. “I’m sure that yo-”

Before he could even finish that sentence the older woman threw her arms around him in a strong hug. There was a content sigh that left both individuals as he embraced her as well. 

“How did you escape?”

~

[alloveroliver]

Author Interview

I was tagged by @peacheat and @dear-mrs-otome THANK YOU GUYS!!! (I also added more Qs if you want to answer those as well *sweats*)

Name: Ash Knight

Fandoms: Now: MLQC, Ikemen Revolution, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Mystic Messenger, annnnnd one or two other otomes I like lol.  Want to do in the future: Obey Me (Currently playing) Ikemen Genjiden (translating got to be too much but its GOOD!) Tokyo Debunkers (when it comes out in April!!!)

Where You Post: Mostly Tumblr but also Ao3!

Most Popular One-Shot:  By far Victor x MC “In This Moment.” I’m glad cuz I spent a lot of time on this one and I love the concept of Victor stopping time because he know’s he’s going to miss MC <3

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: Mmm, I don’t have any muli fics yet BUT I do have 10 chapters of my blood thirsty fics!  they are all oneshots though. 

Favorite Story You Wrote: Its actually my first Oliver fic I posted around Aug of 2018 (Omg have I been doing this for that long???) It needs to be rewritten BUT heres the link. Oliver x MC “Giving Up Control” I still think about this fic often lmfao. Femdoming Oliver is 🤤👌

Story You Were Nervous to Post: Ooof, a recent Oliver fic. Only because it had alcohol themes and smoliver asking her on a date. Just due to his curse and things I didn't want to change too much but it was all consensual with adult Oliver. I was just nervous some people would read into it and take it the wrong way :( Oliver x MC “In A Perfect World You’re Happy With Me” (Looking back at it, it actually got a good response! I am surprised cuz I posted it then tried to put it out of my mind lol. #thanksanxiety

How You Choose Your Titles: First thing that comes to mind. Song lyrics, one word that sticks out in the fic. Or if its a common word or a word/title I’ve used before I put it into One Look Reverse Dictionary and find a similar word that means the sameish thing. I don’t dwell on titles too much tbh. 

Completed: Last I counted, I had over 500 short stories under my belt. You can read them all on my blog but not everything was put into my masterlist. This was just due to the tumblr purge we had and I had to make a new masterlist since a lot of my fics got shadowbanned due to the tagging system back then. I didnt wanna repost them all lol

Incomplete: I have an entire spreadsheet that I plop all my ideas on... and it is FULL. I organize it by fandom, suitor, and fluff vs. smut. Ummmmmm.... See below: Coming soon lol. 

Do You Outline? I usually start writing when I have an idea and if I need to step away from my computer I will do a quick outline. AKA just some quick bullet points of what I was thinking would happen next lol. If I ever take the time to properly do a full outline, I 100% go off the rails and do my own thing away from the outline. I am what is called a ‘discovery writer’ lol. I discoverer my own story as i write it then go back and edit it and act like I knew what I was doing all along lmfao.

Coming Soon/Not Yet Started: I have 3 substantial WIPS (like 2-3k words) I bounce between that I’m working on. Victor x Mc, Vincent x MC and Faust x MC. 

A plan to do part 2 of Gavin x MC’ s ”Distortion” . 

I also have an long running AU fic with Gavin x MC (8k currently) but that is far away from being done lol. 

There is also an 11 chapter fic I am planning. I have 2 chapters written but I cant seem to figure out one major plot detail and its keeping me from getting it done anytime soon :( 

There is a chapter fic im writing for a cradle born MC, however its a mesh of our MC and my OC and its kinda complicated. Also its fluff and I’m less interested in writing that BUT I really want to share this story <3

Valentines day is actually prob going to be the next thing yall see from me tbh and that is TBD

Do You Accept Prompts? I used to every once in a while but I have so many WIPS and no personal computer at home rn. (SOON THOUGH!) So I don’t have the chance to write as much in my free time as I used to. I’ll take prompts but I let them sit in my ask box until I am able to write them <3. I am not the person to ask people to stop sending them, cuz I like to see what yall want me to write and take that into consideration for sure. I like taking asks for Thirsty Thursday (even if its not thurs, I will hold onto them until then) and answer them �� I love those because more people are involved other than me and I like being a part of something bigger than myself 🤗

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: My Victor x MC story. Its UMMMMM........ ITS SLOW BURN YALL. LIKE WHO AM I?! lmfao. 

*(I am going to personally add a few questions to this tag that I am interested in knowing about others as well lol)*

What do you use to edit?: I pay for Grammarly (its AMAZING even the free version is super worth it) 

For word meanings, synonyms, and better wording I use OneLook Reverse Dictionary ALL THE TIME for every single fic. (and like I said before, to help with titles)

When I feel like something is off and grammarly doesn’t quite know and I don’t know, I put the fic through Hemmingway Editor. It tells you HOW readable a sentence is. If its hard to read I rewrite it and make things a bit simpler for the eyes. Its free in the browser. 

Writing setup: Ideally, the sun is coming in through the window, It’s cool inside, I’m wearing a fuzzy sweater, I have hot coffee or tea, and my head phones are in. 

I listen to lofi music station on youtube but If its distracting I put on lofi without lyrics. I love THIS playlist. (this is live so it’ll prob break but here’s an alt link to their offline playlist) If I am in an upbeat mood I like “Electropose” music. Or I listen to the ‘setting’ a fic is in. Like if its raining in the story, I put on rain ambiance and things like that. 

Do you use a beta reader? No 😬, not really. Anytime I have someone beta read and they comment on the content and not the editing I get way too nervous to post the fic and suddenly it get sick to my stomach laskjdlsdj. I trust a couple gals to beta read in an editing mind set but I don’t bother them all the time. I like to go balls to the walls and trust grammarly, post the damn thing, and bite my nails hoping for the best. 

Where do you get your writing inspo?: Bruh, #1 READING! Reading books, reading fics, reading summaries for things. Also, reading the routes in otomes, watching anime, and letting my mind wonder lol. I also like to chat with people on discord and let the stories unfold. Inspo has also come from a lot of my dreams tbh. My dreams are hella vivid and I try to write them down when I wake up if they are interesting lol. 

Can we get a quote from an upcoming WIP?: 

[     Without cars and crowds, the evening wind picked up nothing but serene sounds. Crickets gently chirped and leafs quietly brushed one another. The branches rustled together, making an organic symphony that the wind carried up to the balcony you leaned on. 

*****’s warm hands ran up and down your forearms, warming your chilled skin. From behind, he bent forward and nipped at the shell of your ear. 

“Is that better?” His silky hands moved faster, creating heated friction. 

“Mmm,” You relished in the sensation. “Much better.”

His gentle chuckle against your pulse made you wiggle into him. ***** pressed his solid chest against your back and sighed. “Maybe if you were wearing more than just my shirt, you wouldn’t be so chilly.” 

“I just want to be out here for a moment. The fresh air is nice.” You pressed your lips together into a small smile and angled your face up to him. “Don’t you agree?”  ]

tagging: @somethinglacking @pseudofaux @tarralin @steph-writing @kiarigirl @otonymous @jennacat84 @xathia-89 @toloveawarlord @moonlit--river @thequeenshuntress @thirstyforbishiesimagines <3 Honestly I want to tag more people but I don’t wanna be annoying SO if you do this feel free to tag me cuz I am soooooo curious about other writers! Lets be friendsssss <3 

[cutesuki--bakugou]

Surprise Girlfriend

A random quirk affect makes things a little more... interesting. 

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Sex, cursing, dildo use, just naughty things in general Pairing: Fem!Bakugou x Koge (OC) (and regular Baku, too, a little) Words:  8,571

a/n: This was an idea that I’ve had for a long time and finally decided to just... go for it, even tho it’s super kinda weird and naughty. But y’know, I had fun, it was difficult and different for me so I think that was good to help me with my... funk, I suppose. I decided to stick with masculine pronouns for Bakugou during this, so sorry if it seems a little confusing or off when I describe him. There are some other quirk related accidents that can turn out in different ways that I have in mind, too, that I may be able to do eventually. Either way, enjoy. Also enjoy these horrible awful gross sketches that I did, even tho I don’t like them much I though I’d include them anyways lol. 

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Full story under the cut~

Cutesuki 6:09 PM: koge. im coming home. i want to hear NOTHING about how i look. NOTHING. 

Koge was pretty sure that a text had never confused her so much in her entire life, especially not a text from her lover. Many things about it didn’t make sense, but the fact that he used her first name along with capital letters made her increasingly nervous. What could possibly be the problem for him to send her such an ominous message? Had he gotten hurt? Was he covered in dirt and grime from a particularly difficult mission? Was he missing a limb? 

Me 6:11 PM: What in the world are you talking about Katsuki? (⊙＿⊙) What’s wrong? Are you okay? (⋟﹏⋞)

Cutesuki 6:15 PM: im not hurt if that’s what you want to know, but i am not okay. i fucking mean it. one word and im getting a hotel for the next 24 hours. 

Me 6:16 PM: Whatever it is, it can’t be that horrible. (´･･`) Why don’t you just tell me, so I won’t be so surprised when you get home? (･ω･)b

Cutesuki 6:18 PM: no! you just had better act like nothing is different! nothing! 

With an annoyed grumble, Koge pulled her legs up onto the couch, adjusting her blanket over her chilled feet. If it was truly as serious as Bakugou was making it seem, there would be no possible way for her to just ignore it. She knew that she would end up saying something, as the words would just spill out of her mouth involuntarily, as they had a tendency to do anyway. At least it seemed to be something temporary, according to what he had said along with his threat to avoid her for twenty four hours. That put her at ease a little, though her curiosity was unquenchable. 

I wonder if he got turned into a cat person like I did not long ago. Though that ended up being fun. If he’s this upset about it, I think having fun is definitely going to be out of the question. 

Deciding to practice at pretending that nothing was going on, Koge dropped the topic and went on discussing normal, mundane things with him as she awaited his arrival home. Bakugou took to the normalcy well, not making a fuss or seeming off in any way. The only thing he seemed frustrated about discussing was the movie night they had planned, as he seemed quite set on just going straight to sleep. Even eating dinner brought about a frustration that Koge couldn’t understand just yet. It was as if he wanted the day to be over, to sleep as soon as possible. Perhaps sleeping was the way to get rid of what was ailing him? 

Eventually, the sound of rough and angry knocking reverberated through the room, prompting Koge to stand. Nervous butterflies rattled about in her stomach all the way to the front door of their apartment, and as she unlocked all the locks, they nearly burst out of her. As the last one was undone, she took in a deep breath, preparing herself to not make a scene. 

All of her preparation was useless. The instant she laid eyes on her lover, she gasped out in shock, instantly covering her mouth in an attempt to stop anything else from escaping. The person before her was indeed her lover, the man that she had grown up with and loved with every inch of her soul. But he was no longer a… he. A woman stood before Koge, dressed in the clothes that Bakugou had left in that morning with his familiar duffle bag slung over their shoulder. Although Bakugou’s regular height hadn’t changed, the clothing hung extra baggy off the figure of the woman, making it nearly impossible for Koge to see exactly what they looked like. Those particular points paled in comparison to their face, which was absolutely lovely, if not for the glare and typical snarl that arose when Koge let out her squeak of surprise. 

“Damn it, Utsuro, I told you not to act up!” The feminine growl of Bakugou’s new voice was foreign to Koge’s ears, leaving her in stunned shock as the stranger shoved their way into their home. Swallowing her shock, Koge shut and relocked the door, waiting until she was done before even attempting to speak. 

“Katsuki… I’m sorry, but you have to tell me what happened first. Was this done by a quirk?” She took the duffle bag as it was shoved into her arms, watching her lover curiously as he stripped off his shoes, not even bothering to put on slippers. Once shoes and jacket were removed to be left at the entrance, Bakugou stormed off towards the bedroom, hands shoved into his pant pockets. 

“Of fucking course it was a quirk! And it wasn’t even a villain! It was a pedestrian I helped get out of a fight zone, and she was so scared she activated her quirk on me. They didn’t need me there so I fucked off the instant it happened, so the media couldn’t see me. I’m fucking pissed about it!” 

Following the fuming blonde into the bedroom, Koge put the bag in her hands down in its usual spot, though she didn’t even get a glance at Bakugou before he was in the bathroom. The door slammed shut so loudly it made Koge jump, and she was sure the entire 40 story tall apartment building could feel it. “Did she at least tell you how to go back?” 

“I have to either sleep or sweat it off. She said that if I sleep it off, it will take longer, but it will go away within a day. If I sweat it off, it will be gone sooner. So my ass is going to do an intense workout, until I’m sweating my balls off, then going to bed!” The sound of shuffling clothes was mixed in with his voice, only making Koge curious again as to what this new body looked like. 

“But Katsuki, you don’t have any balls.” 

“Shut up! Get me my fucking tank and shorts out of the dresser!” 

Giggling, Koge made her way over to the commanded destination, pulling out Bakugou’s favorite black tank, loose workout shorts and a pair of boxers. She was unsure if these were even going to fit this new mystery figure, but she knew that none of her stuff would fit either. Bakugou was still much taller than her, and Koge doubted that the new feminine figure was any less muscular than normal. So, she brought the clothes over, knocking on the bathroom door lightly. “Here, love.” 

The door peeked open barely enough for Bakugou to peek out at Koge, his hand reaching through. Still, Koge kept the clothes close to her, peering up into that crimson glare she loved curiously. “Can I see you?” 

“What?! No, you can’t see me, give me that shit.” Bakugou’s cheeks flushed dark red, snapping his fingers to command the delivery of the clothes. “I mean it, I’ll fucking leave and go get a hotel if you keep bothering me!” 

With a roll of her eyes, Koge plopped the clothing into the slender waiting hand, which vanished back behind the door before it shut. “Honestly? I’m your girlfriend, you shouldn’t be scared to show me yourself. What am I gonna do? Take pictures and post it all over the internet? Laugh at you? You want me to act normal, but you’re the one acting like a spaz.” 

“I think I have every fucking right to act like a spaz, Utsuro! I was just turned into a fucking chick! Damn it, my tits are too big for this shirt!” 

Koge instantly began to laugh, though she covered her mouth to try and stifle the sounds as to not upset her lover further. “Well, that tank does fit you tight, even when you’re normal. You want just a normal big t-shirt instead?” 

“Everything’s too big, Utsuro. Even my damn boxers!” 

Beginning to actually feel bad for him, Koge tapped her finger against her chin, wondering what she could do. “You could just go without boxers, and wear the shorts. It’s no different than freeballing as a dude.” 

“It is different! I have a cunt now, it goes up inside my body, that’s gross! What if it gets all infected or some shit.” 

“Okay, now you’re being ridiculous. I’ve gone without underwear plenty, and you are well aware of many of those times. Have I ever gotten an infection? No. Just don’t go rubbing your pussy all over weird shit or shoving stuff up in there.” 

Bakugou groaned out loudly, a sound Koge knew well to be an expression of frustration and defeat. With a small tap of her fingers on the door, Koge sighed. “Come on, Katsuki. Come on out and I’ll help you find clothes that fit. You can’t avoid me all night. I’m not trying to make fun of you or anything.” 

After a long moment of silence that almost had Koge giving up, the door finally opened, revealing Bakugou in all his red-faced shame. He couldn’t even look at Koge, fiddling with the shorts to try and tighten the string to keep them as snug as possible. “I don’t like this, Utsuro… I feel fucking weird.” 

Comforting smile on her lips, Koge reached out and took Bakugou’s hands gently, leading him out into the bedroom. “Just remember that it isn’t permanent, love. It will go away, sooner than you think. If it helps at all, you’re seriously one smokin’ hot lady.” 

Face flushing darker, Bakugou scoffed, snatching his hands from Koge to cross his arms over his chest. “Tch, fuck off! You think I wouldn’t be?!” 

“Katsuki, you’re so beautiful as a man, there’s no way you’d be any less beautiful as a woman. Your boobs are even bigger than mine!” Tenderly, Koge reached up and cupped his cheeks, which were hot against her chilled skin. “Come here. I missed you today.” With a gentle tug, she got him to lean in for a kiss, pushing herself up on her toes to meet him halfway. She did have to admit that it felt different, his lips softer with just a hint of that characteristic roughness she was familiar with. It was still her Bakugou, and that fuzzy, warm sense of love filled her like it did any other day. 

He didn’t quite seem to agree, the furrowing of his brow hinting that he was still uncomfortable. “That doesn’t… bother you?” 

“Hm? No Katsuki, not at all. I mean, your lips are way softer but that’s it. Why would it bother me?” Koge sneakily wiggled her way into an embrace, her arms around his neck while he nervously locked his arms around her torso. 

“But, I’m not… I’m a fucking chick right now. That doesn’t make you feel weird?” 

“No. You’re still my Katsuki. I love more than just your body, you know. Everything about you is still the same. Just… you’re a lady right now. And that’s fine.” 

“But you’re not attracted to women.” His hands moved to caress her sides. “It has to be strange for you.” 

Koge gave a small roll of her eyes, pushing herself up on her toes to kiss him again. “It’s not! Sure, I’m attracted to your normal body, but that doesn’t make a difference. I love you for being you. Man or lady. Even if this was permanent, nothing about how I love you would change.” Her comforting words only made his cheeks somehow flush darker, a scoff leaving his lips before he shoved his face into her hair, squeezing her against him in his embarrassment. Smiling, Koge stroked his hair softly, glad to see that the texture and style of it hadn’t changed much at all. “Don’t stress out about that. It’s just temporary.” 

“I’m fucking glad it is. I don’t know what I’d do if I ended up a woman forever.” Bakugou peeled himself from her, making his way over to his dresser to dig about for clothes that might fit him better. It was obvious that he needed it, as the shorts would have fallen without him holding on and it was clearly uncomfortable. “I don’t think I have anything that will stay on…” 

“Hmmm.” Koge followed him over, stopping at her side of the dresser to dig around as well. “I might have some shorts, but they are like… girly shorts. And some normal underwear, too. Nothing frilly or… thong-ish. You could try them?” Pulling out the mentioned clothing items, she took a second to look over Bakugou’s body, trying to gage his size. His new figure very closely matched hers, with a soft athletic frame that was quite curvy. The only difference was really the height, so she figured that the shorts and underwear would probably fit. “I know you’d prefer your boxers and all, but if you’re worried about not being covered, these would be the most comfortable.” 

Bakugou glared at the clothing out of the corner of his eye, clutching a pair of his own shorts in his hands tightly. The reluctance was obvious on his face, but Koge could see that small spark of realization behind it. A new body required different clothes, and though it was clear that he didn’t want to succumb to his new female figure, it was something he’d have to suffer through. Roughly shoving his clothes back into the drawer, he shut it harshly with his knee before taking the clothes in Koge’s hand. “And what if they don’t fit?” 

“They should. You’re taller than me, but your figure isn’t all that different. If they don’t fit then we’ll… figure out something else. We can both just walk around naked or something.” Koge couldn’t resist a smile at the blush on his face, though she was happy to see that he only went to the bed instead of going to hide in the bathroom. “Ooh, not scared to be around me anymore, huh?” 

“Well don’t fucking watch me change! Fuck, Utsuro, keep it in your pants.” Bakugou glowered at her over his shoulder, waiting until she huffed and turned her back to him before letting the baggy shorts and boxers fall to the ground. Pout on her face, Koge crossed her arms over her chest, listening to the sound of shuffling clothes and the familiar snap of underwear band against skin. 

“Any luck?” 

“I suppose… How can you stand this stuff so tight against your skin? It’s irritating! Like having a permanent wedgie.”

Koge giggled, unable to resist a glance over her shoulder. She got a peek of his backside as he pulled the shorts up into place, and from the looks of it, they fit just fine. A little tighter on him than they were for her, but they still fit better than the loose shorts. “Well, we don’t really have anything hanging in the way, so it’s normal. Those look good on you!” 

Glancing at her with cheeks still as crimson as his eyes, Bakugou scoffed, adjusting the tank to try and pull it further down to hide himself. “Shut up, I don’t want to hear that… I just want to work out and go to bed so I can be rid of this.” 

“But you haven’t even eaten dinner yet. You’ll make yourself sick doing that without food. C’mon, let's cook dinner first and then we can work out together.” Koge smiled at him, gently taking his hand as he approached her. “You gotta get used to your body first before you start working out, anyway. I can tell you’re fumbling a bit with the boobs.” 

“They’re so in the fucking way… I hate them.” 

“Aw, I like them. You’re at least a double D, Katsuki. They’re super pretty and perky without a bra, too. You haven’t squeezed them or anything yet?” 

“No! I am not touching myself in any way, don’t be perverted.” 

“I’m not being perverted. I just assumed that most guys, if they suddenly had tits, they’d want to touch them. You like mine so much, I just assumed you would have given them a squeeze.” Koge reached up and squeezed her own breast, pushing it up a bit. “I’m kinda jealous of yours…”

“Don’t start. Let’s just eat some fucking food so I can get on with working out and be done with it!” 

Cooking, eating, and cleaning up afterwards went about as normal as any other day, though Koge could see that Bakugou was struggling. He had issues holding chopsticks, more than normal, and cursed every time he dropped some rice down between his breasts. Koge couldn’t resist her giggles every time he had to fish it out, nor could she resist teasing him when his nipples became visible with the cold. He didn’t react as badly as she would have expected, merely covering them with his arm or pulling his long legs up into the chair to pull his knees to his chest. He may have not liked it, but Koge found him to be ridiculously adorable. 

As they finished cleaning up after dinner, Koge gave a sigh as she hopped up to sit on the counter, patting her full belly a few times. “Man, I’m full! That was delicious as always, Katsuki. Thank you.” 

Bakugou only gave a grunt in agreement, currently drying his hands off on a small towel they kept hanging next to the sink. Once he was done and after placing it back into its spot, he turned his crimson gaze towards her. Koge could see his tension soften as it usually did when he was calm, so she beckoned him over with open arms, which he responded to instantly out of instinct. Wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to the edge of the counter, he kissed her sweetly, making Koge’s heart flutter. She let her own arms wrap around his neck, legs hooking around his waist to keep him close. 

He was so soft and sweet, kissing and caressing her body with that familiar touch that she couldn’t resist. Eating may have been a problem, but showering her with such sweet affection obviously wasn’t, not missing a beat in the way he kissed her. If it was a normal night, she knew very well that he would have scooped her up and took her to bed, but as his lips left hers with a frustrated sigh, she knew she wouldn’t have anything more. 

Grumbling, Bakugou rested his forehead onto hers, his crimson gaze locked onto hers with that familiar haze of lust. “This fucking sucks, Utsuro…” 

Koge caressed his cheeks softly, giving a quiet hum as she stroked his skin with her thumb. “I know… I will admit, I’m missing your dick right about now. I’ve been waiting for you to get home all day, after that teasing you gave me this morning and left me hanging. Unfair.” 

“I can’t do anything about it… And I sure as hell am not putting on a strap on.” 

“We don’t even have one. I mean… I have other toys-” 

“No.”

Pouting, Koge let her hands fall to rest on his chest, running her fingers along his collarbone. “No? Why no?” 

“I’m not going to have sex with you while I’m like this. In any way. It's not happening.” 

“Why? It could be fun. A woman’s orgasm is completely different from a man’s, y’know. Aren’t you curious about what it feels like?” Her fingers traveled up and across the soft form of his jawline, waiting for that flicker of contemplation to cross his face. “You have to be, at least a little bit.” 

“You do realize my body is probably set up like a virgin, right? It wouldn’t be as fun as you’re thinking.” Bakugou gave a small shake of his head, his cheeks flushing at the thought. “It’d probably just fucking hurt.” 

“I’d treat you nicely, Katsuki. Nicer than you treated me.” 

“I treated you just fine! You weren’t even physically a virgin, you just hadn’t even been with a man before. You were the one telling me to fuck you harder, don’t even try to make me seem like an ass.” 

“I’m not! What I’m saying is that I wouldn’t go all out on you… at first. Until you’re ready. And if you don’t want anything up in there, I can just play with your clit instead.” 

Bakugou’s face was dark red by the time she finished, glowering down at her with reluctance. “You don’t even know how to fuck a woman.” 

“I get the concept. And I know how to use toys. That’s something you don’t know about.” 

“Not happening.” 

With a huff, Koge shoved her face into his chest, enjoying the soft plush swell of his breasts. “Meanie. I bet you’re super wet just from kissing me.” 

Bakugou stroked the back of her head softly, a hint that he truly did feel guilty that he couldn’t give her what she wanted. “Yeah, and it’s fucking uncomfortable. Not as bad as having a boner, though…” 

Koge kissed Bakugou’s skin softly, trailing her lips and soft kisses up to his neck. “You have a lady boner. That throbbing and aching…” She let out a small, airy sigh, caressing the side of his neck. “Mm… I’ve been feeling that all day. It can be unbearable sometimes…” 

Bakugou moved his hands to her hips, his fingers edging under her shirt to feel her skin. “I get that Utsuro, but there’s just no way.” 

“Katsuki… You aren’t scared are you?” Koge smirked against his skin, feeling his grip tighten on her. “Or is it… You don’t think you’d be good enough? I bet you just wouldn’t know how to handle me as a woman…” 

Bakugou brought his hand up, digging it into her hair and gripping a handful, tight enough to bend her head back and make her squeak out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “You’d better watch your mouth, Utsuro. You’re the one that wouldn’t know how to handle me.” 

“Wanna bet?” Koge let her fingers slip under the rim of his shorts, feeling her cheeks flush from the grip on her hair. “I bet I could have you wiggling and panting. I can already tell that you’d make the cutest expressions while cumming… C’mon Katsuki. Just because you have a pussy now doesn’t mean you should be one.” 

“I’m going to kill you.” 

“Do it. Pussy.”

Koge let out a squeal as she was scooped up off the counter, laughing when she settled over Bakugou’s shoulder as he headed towards the bedroom. “Wow, you’re still strong enough to carry me like a sack of potatoes!” 

“That’s because you are a potato.” Bakugou landed a firm smack on Koge’s ass, making her yelp and wiggle to escape. 

“Ow!! Mm, do it again-- oof!” Koge was denied her request as she was tossed down onto the bed, her body bouncing with the impact. She didn’t have time to move or react as Bakugou straddled her torso, sitting firmly down onto her lower stomach to keep her in place. With a huff, Koge glowered up at him, her hands gripping his thighs. “Well this is new.” 

Smirk on his lips, Bakugou reached behind him, his hand finding its way between her legs to rub and tease her clit on the outside of her shorts. “You really are just a horny little slut, Utsuro.” Free hand wrapping around her neck, he squeezed with just enough pressure to make Koge wiggle, and though his hands weren’t as big as normal, they still had a good amount of strength. “Soaked through your shorts and taunting me until I decide to fuck you. You’re going to regret it.” 

Struggling to breathe or make a single sound against the grip on her throat, Koge nodded, digging her nails into the skin of his thighs as she wiggled beneath him. “I’ll never regret it. I’m not the only one.” She slid one hand up, pressing and rubbing her thumb against Bakugou’s clit. “You’re just as wet as me. In fact, I think you’re worse. I can feel it on my stomach.” 

Bakugou couldn’t stop the furrowing of his brow or the slight rocking of his hips, confusion flashing across his features at the feeling. The clit and the head of a penis were decently similar, that much Koge knew, but she was also positive that they had a totally different sensation. He had grown so used to being the one to pleasure her, to taking control and turning her into the cock hungry bitch that she was. But now, he didn’t have that, and Koge was very curious to see how he was going to handle all the new sensations and pleasures that he was unfamiliar with. He may have known what places on the female body prompted reactions, but he had no idea how it felt. That would be Koge’s ace, her way to turn it around and make him the one to twitch and writhe. 

She wanted to see it so badly. Sure, Koge loved to be dominated by him, to be used and teased until she was filthy begging mess. But to tease him the same way, to use his temporary body to send him into the same bliss she felt was something she couldn’t resist. “Already wiggling your hips, Katsuki? I’m barely touching you.” 

“Shut up!” Bakugou’s middle and third fingers found their way into her mouth, gagging her to silence her teasing. That didn’t stop her fingers, however, which moved in rhythm with the way he was stroking her own clit. What she couldn’t mimic, however, was the direct contact that Bakugou was able to achieve, his hand shoved into her shorts and underwear. “That’s it, you bitch… suck on my fingers while I make you cum.” 

Although she wanted her chance, Koge couldn’t resist his demands, sucking and licking his fingers as if they were his member. Even though his hands weren’t as big, he didn’t lose any sense of technique, his fingers alternating from slipping into her cunt to rubbing her clit until she was moaning and squirming beneath him. She had completely forgotten about touching him, her hands once again gripping his hips as she had nothing else to anchor herself to. What she did notice however, was the way he grinded his hips against her stomach. It was just a slight movement, but it was enough for Koge to know exactly what he was doing. He was completely getting off on this, and that only turned Koge on more. 

Soon enough, Koge did just as he had said, cumming hard on his fingers as her teeth clamped down around the others. Removing his hand from her shorts, he gave her cunt a firm slap, making her squeak and gag on the fingers still knuckle deep in her mouth. “Fuck, Utsuro, you’re so sexy. And such a little horny slut, cumming so fast.” As he set her mouth free, Koge took a moment to cough. 

“How unfair, pinning me down so I can’t do anything to you. Still scared I’ll one up you?” She still didn’t have a chance to move as Bakugou shifted his body back between her legs, ripping her shorts and underwear off before gripping her legs behind the knee. With a push, he bent her legs over her body until her knees were on either side of her head, displaying her wet and throbbing cunt to him. 

“I have to let you know what you’re up against.” He gave her thigh a harsh bite, making her whine. As his lips and teeth continued to leave marks and kisses along her skin towards her dripping sex, he groaned out in frustration, eyeing every inch of her. “Fuck, I want to sink my cock into you so badly. I know what it feels like and I can’t fucking have it.” Tongue reaching her clit, he sent her into another round of pleasure and senseless moaning, her fingers digging into his hair. 

“I-I have a cock for us, Katsuki-- a-ah!! We just- oh fuck!” She gripped onto one leg as he released it, his fingers going in to pleasure her. His tongue on her clit and his fingers in her cunt drove her wild, making her nearly cum instantly again. “We have to p-pop your cherry first with s-something more- ah, something smaller.” 

Bakugou became increasingly aggressive with his movements, as if he didn’t want to give her a single chance to talk. Sure enough, Koge was silenced by her moans, until he brought her to yet another body shaking ograsm. Panting and already feeling her body becoming sticky with sweat, she ignored his chuckles of smug victory, focused instead on the feeling of his hands sliding back up her thighs. Even with more slender hands, his touch sent goosebumps across her skin, as did his snarky commentary. 

“Utsuro, you’d better have a fucking idea about what you’re doing. Because I haven’t been this fucking horny in a while, not since I fucked you in my office that last time.” 

Smirk crossing her lips, Koge put her feet against his chest, giving him a rough push to force him to fall backwards. Ignoring his grumbles of protest, she moved to straddle his body as he had her before, plopping down to sit on his lower stomach. “What’s that, Katsuki? Are you actually begging?” 

Snatching onto her thighs tightly, Bakugou glared up at her, though his face flushed with the feeling of her hands sneaking beneath his top. “I’m not begging for anything! I’m just fucking warning you, don’t even start this if you don’t think you can make me cum.” 

“Don’t worry,” Koge leaned forward and kissed him sweetly as she pushed his tank up over his breasts, lightly trailing her fingers against the soft flesh. “One way or another, I’ll get you there. And if not, then when you’re back to normal, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” With another, more passionate kiss, she assumed that the way he kissed her back as a positive response. Becoming more excited with his silent approval, Koge did her best to mimic the way he played with her breasts. She lacked his roughness, but her tender touch is what she knew he liked, anyway. The hardness of his nipples and the way he gasped into the kiss with each roll or pinch beneath her fingers told her that she had to be doing something right. 

After a slight nibble to his bottom lip, Koge moved her kisses down across his jawline to his neck. They soon joined her hands at his breasts, making him gasp and tense up as her teeth clamped down around one nipple while the other was pinched between her fingers. Koge became rougher with this positive response, sucking, biting and rolling his nipples beneath her tongue. Shifting her body over to sit beside him instead, she continued with the attention to his breasts while one of her hands slipped beneath his shorts and underwear. 

The first thing Koge noticed was how hot and wet he was. Without bottoms on to catch the liquid, she was positive that he would be nearly dripping. She hadn’t expected him to be this turned on, but in relation to the way he acted in his normal body, she guessed that it was a pretty even reaction. Before she touched him, she moved her lips back up to kiss him, wanting to watch his expressions. “Are you ready, my Katsuki?” 

As he caught her gaze, Koge felt an intense fluttering of her heart and stomach, unable to believe how absolutely beautiful and flawless he was. His flushed cheeks and concerned furrow of his brow only made her want to pleasure him more, and as his face contorted with the first roll of that fleshy button beneath Koge’s fingers, her excitement only further boiled within her. His entire body trembled with just this delicate touch, and so she increased the pressure and speed of her rhythm, feeling the heat in her own body flare at the sweet moans that escaped him. 

It was obvious to her, however, that he was trying very hard to not seem overwhelmed by the feeling. The way his body tensed and how he held his breath were clear indications that he wasn’t letting loose, and Koge couldn’t allow that. 

With a quick kiss to his lips, which he seemed reluctant to let go, Koge changed up the direction of her fingers. In that moment of distraction from the kiss, Bakugou let out a sharp moan, before quickly trying to subdue it. Giving a small shake of her head, Koge kissed his cheek softly, before shifting her body between his legs. “That’s naughty, Katsuki. Don’t try to hold yourself back, that messes it up.” 

“I don’t want to sound like a desperate horny bitch, Utsuro.” He shifted his hips up so Koge could slip his shorts and underwear off, not even bothering to be embarrassed about hiding himself. “I already hate the way I sound.” 

“Don’t think about that.” Koge softly kissed her way down his stomach, giving him little bites and nibbles where she pleased. “Don’t hold your breath and don’t try to be quiet. No one can hear you but me. And I love the way you sound.” Hooking her arms beneath his legs to grip his hips, she ran her tongue along his sex, focusing all her attention on where her fingers had been before. Again, she used what he had always done to her as an example, instantly breaking his tough attitude into dust. His fingers dug into her hair as his body arched up into her, moaning without restraint. 

“F-Fucking hell, Utsuro, take it easy!” 

Giving a light nip to the swollen clit she was abusing, Koge couldn’t resist a smirk from crossing her lips as she gazed up his body. “This is me taking it easy, Katsuki. I think you’re just an extra sensitive woman. So cute.” Koge went right back to it, ignoring his choked complaint for her to not call him cute. 

This was something completely different for her, but just like when she would suck his cock, her only goal was to pleasure him. If she could turn him into a groaning mess then, she could do it now, and from what she could tell she was doing just that. She loved the feeling of his fingers digging into her scalp, his body rocking against her rhythm and thighs squeezing against her head when there were sudden spikes of pleasure. She loved him, and no matter what he may look like, all she wanted was to make him happy. 

In her moment of focus, her hand moved on unconscious impulse, adjusting her position just a bit to be able to slip two fingers into him. There was no resistance or pain as she expected. Instead, he gave an adorable squeak-like moan at the feeling, his body shuddering as his core squeezed her fingers. At first, Koge paused, worried she may have upset him until she felt a rough tug on her hair. 

“Don’t stop, Utsuro, for fucks sake!” 

Deciding not to punish him for being so demanding, she instead gave him what he wanted, continuing to pleasure him with her tongue and fingers. Within minutes, she could tell that he was getting very close, with the way his body moved and voice hitched. 

“F-fuck, I-- Koge--,” Bakugou couldn’t talk behind his moans, his body beginning to give those taletell signs that he was about to cum. Without skipping a beat, Koge pushed him all the way over the edge, until his entire body with jerking and twitching with the onslaught of his first female orgasm. It was as if he lost all control over himself, his fingers affectionately stroking through her hair as he calmed, sweating and trembling. Smiling and licking her lips, Koge sat up from him, removing her fingers from within his still throbbing cunt. 

“Mm… How was that, Katsuki?” Bringing her fingers up to her lips, she licked his essence off her fingers, finding that she quite liked the taste of him. Bakugou propped himself up on trembling arms, glaring up at her with obvious annoyance at her smug attitude. 

“You know damn well, I’m not going to say it.” 

“Do you want to be done?” Koge tenderly ran her hand up and down his inner thigh, watching his chest for a moment as he struggled to catch his breath. Bakugou’s brow furrowed at the question, his eyes glancing over at the nightstand which housed Koge’s collection of toys. He knew which one she had wanted to use, and now that it was quite obvious his body could accommodate such a thing without pain, he seemed… curious. 

“What would you want to use?” Sitting up all the way, Bakugou caressed her cheek softly, moving some of her hair out of her face. Cheeks flushing from the tender touch, Koge turned her lips into his palm to kiss it softly before looking over at the nightstand as well. 

“Well,” Koge placed her hand over is, her body tingling as his other hand moved up her thigh. “You know I have that one I bought on accident… That doubled ended dildo that I thought was like.. Two separate ones for some reason when I bought it.” 

“Hm…” Bakugou urged her closer until she was straddling his lap, his arms around her petite body in a comforting embrace, his lips exploring her neck. “Is that what you want?” 

Koge couldn’t resist a soft gasp at the feeling of his teeth nipping lightly at her skin, hiding her face into his hair as the fire within her grew stronger. “Katsuki, this has been and felt amazing as always, but I… I miss your cock so much. I miss feeling you inside me. A toy still can’t compare, but I think I need it to be satisfied… for now.” 

“Then get it out. I can’t let you go unsatisfied, Utsuro. You know I refuse to let that happen.” Bakugou’s hands slid up her sides, taking hold of her shirt and pulling it up to remove it. His tank was removed shorty after, leaving them bare. “Unless I have plans to tease and edge you like crazy before leaving you hanging for a while.” 

“Like you did this morning.” Koge kissed him sweetly before reluctantly peeling herself away from him, moving to the edge of the bed to dig through her nightstand drawer. Soon enough, the bright blue doubled ended and very realistic anatomy wise dildo appeared from the collection. “I got this one because it was so similar to your size. Widthwise, at least. But I didn’t realize it was like this.” She held the semi floppy toy out towards him, unable to resist giggling at the way he leaned his body away from it. 

“My dick doesn’t look like this, Utsuro.” With some hesitation that Koge couldn’t quite understand, Bakugou took the end of the dildo that was pointed at him, giving it a squeeze to test its firmness. 

Koge scooted in closer to him after she snatched another item from the nightstand, though she left it off to the side for now. “I didn’t say I got it for the way it looks. I got it for the size. How realistic it’s made is nice, too. Except for the color of course.” 

“Why do you even want this when you can have my dick whenever you want?” Bakugou glowered down at her, seemingly quite offended. “What’s the deal?” 

“You’re not always around, Katsuki. You have your business trips that can be up to three weeks that you’re gone! I get horny and lonely! What do you think I’m using when we sext or have phone sex, a pencil?” She snatched the toy from his grip, before giving him a punishing smack on the boobs for his stupid question. “I can barely get off using my fingers anymore, I need you, a dildo, a vibrator or a combination of the three.” 

“You’re just a-” 

“-A cock hungry slut. You’re right, I love dick. Your dick, to be specific. But,” With a sigh, Koge leaned back on one arm, picking up the other item she had pulled from the drawer a moment ago. Flicking the bottle open with her thumb, she squeezed a bit of the lube onto her hot and waiting sex, before using the dildo to spread it about and get a decent coating itself. “I’ll just have to use my imagination. Now come here, sit like me. Put your leg over mine, and I’ll put mine over yours… There.” While Bakugou got situation like instructed, Koge slipped the toy into her as far as it would go, her body tingling with the feeling of being full. 

Once settled, Bakugou watched her with a flushed and almost confused expression, as if he were unsure how to go about this. “This is weird.” 

“I know you’ve seen your fair share of lesbian porn, Katsuki. Here.” Koge shoved the lube into his hand, which he accidentally squeezed too hard in his embarrassed frustration, sending an excessive amount pouring over his inner thigh. Giggling, Koge ignored his frustrated cursing as she wiped up the liquid with her hand, leaning forward to kiss him as she spread it across his sex, unable to resist a bit of teasing to his clit. “You missed. It goes here, silly.” 

“I fucking know where it goes, bitch.” Digging his fingers into her hair, he gripped it roughly, swallowing her gasp as he kissed her with a more fierce passion. His impatience to move on overshadowing hers, Koge scooted her body just a tad closer, letting him take control. First, he focused on moving the toy within her, making her moan and gasp into the kiss as she clutched onto his leg. 

“Put it inside you, Katsuki,” Koge broke the kiss with her words, catching his gaze. “Please… I want to feel good together.” 

Bakugou couldn’t take his eyes off her eyes as he complied, shifting his hips to allow his end of the toy to slip inside him. Koge smiled as she watched his expression contort, pleasure and confusion fighting to take control. It was as if he couldn’t resist it, beginning to rock his body nearly the instant it was fully in place. After sharing another kiss, Koge leaned back on her hands, following his rhythm. This was something that she had never experienced before, but the feeling of the toy moving within her and watching him crumble to the pleasure only further spiked her own. 

It was clear that he didn’t know what to make of it, but was enjoying it nonetheless. Not just a little bit, either. He was taking full control of it all, setting the pace and even moaning without restraint. 

“W-what do you think?” Koge found a moment to speak, beginning to feel that bubble growing inside of her. Instead of answering her with words, Bakugou surprised her with a sudden change of position, grabbing her by the neck and forcing her down onto her back as he hovered his body over hers. Clutching his arm, the new pressure around her throat and sudden increased speed sent her pleasure spiking. Now, she was completely at his mercy, which was exactly how they both preferred it. 

“Yeah, I know you like that, you little horny bitch. Cum all over this cock, Utsuro.” 

“Y-you first.” A sly smirk crossing her lips, Koge reached down to grab the middle part of the dildo that wasn’t going into them, clicking a hidden button three times to set it to it’s fastest vibration. Bakugou’s tough front instantly faltered, increasing the speed and roughness of his movements. 

Koge had to admit, even though it was different, it was pure bliss. She never took her eyes off of him, if she wasn’t watching the way he moved than her eyes were on his face. The look of absolute desperation to reach climax and all willpower crumbling at the mercy of pleasure was something she could not only relate to, but also something she would never forget. 

“I-I’m going to cum! Katsuki--” Her nails digging into the skin of his arm, she did her best to hold off, noticing that his movements were becoming erratic and almost stiff. “Cum with me!” 

“S-shut up! I-- ah, fuck!” The way Bakugou’s voice squeaked as his body shuddered with his orgasm made Koge smile with her own, allowing her body to release the built up pleasure. It rolled across her body in strong waves, the vibrations only prolonging the experience. Bakugou couldn’t seem to take the excess stimulation, removing the toy from himself and thus from within her, pushing it away as if it were causing harm. Koge giggled softly at the action, reaching up to caress his cheeks. 

“Come here, you adorable thing. Love of my life.” She wrapped her arms around Bakugou as he rested himself down onto her, though he kept most of his weight on his arms. With a tired groan, he buried his face into her neck, giving Koge easy access to run her fingers through his hair. 

“No more,” He grumbled against her skin. “How can you have five or more of those in a session.” 

Koge gave a small shrug, prompting him to shift himself back up to look down at her. “I’m used to it, I guess. And you just make it so easy, just by being your amazing sexy self.” 

“Damn right.” After sharing a kiss, Bakugou let his lips trail across her cheek and to her neck, caressing her body to his with a tender touch that sent Koge’s heart fluttering. As he moved them to lay on their sides, Koge nuzzled her face into his chest, soaking in the warmth and soft plushness of his body. 

The time spent cuddling was short lived as Bakugou suddenly pulled himself from the bed, snatching his discarded clothes off the floor and putting them back on. Curious, Koge rolled over onto her side to watch him, though she quickly understood what he was doing as he pulled his arms up over his head to stretch. “You’re still going to work out?” 

“Fuck yes I am. I didn’t sweat nearly enough form that fuck, I have to sweat more to get this quirk out of my damn system.” 

So he did, working out until he was quite literally dripping with sweat. He did so for about an hour and a half, with Koge watching from the comfortable confines of their bed, her fluffy fleece blanket wrapped around her from chin to toe. Once he was satisfied that he had worked himself to the limit, he hopped into the shower with Koge, whom spent most of the time under the water playing with Bakugou’s breasts. At this point, he was so tired that he gave up after slapping her hands away a couple of times, letting her do whatever she wanted. 

Squeaky clean and dressed for bed, the couple buried themselves beneath the blankets. With a bit of juggling of positions and figuring out how to lay down comfortably with his breasts in the way, Bakugou squeezed Koge to him tightly. Koge couldn’t resist the smile on her face as he nuzzled his face into the side of hers, placing a firm yet affectionate kiss on her flushed cheek. “Mm, someone’s really sleepy. My sweet Katsuki…” Turning her head a bit, she caught his lips in a kiss, caressing his cheek softly. Bakugou returned the affection without question, though he did scoff once their lips parted. 

“Shut up, Utsuro. Before I kick your ass out of bed.” 

“You’d never.” Her fingers trailed along his jawline softly, keeping her gaze locked with his as she smiled against his lips. “Besides, we both know you like it when I’m all lovey towards you. Admit it.” 

“I couldn’t be in love with you if I didn’t.” 

Heart fluttering, she gave him one last kiss before cuddling herself in for sleep, her head resting comfortably on the swell of his breasts. “Mm… Boobs really are comfortable.” 

“Well enjoy them, because I expect to be normal by morning.” 

“I’ll have my big strong man back. Though, this is something I don’t think I’ll ever forget. Such fun.” 

“It wasn’t fun, Utsuro.” 

“Lies. You had fun. It wasn’t as fun as when I was a cat girl, but I still enjoyed it. And I know you did, too. At least a little.” 

“Whatever… Shut up and go to sleep.” 

“I love you.” 

With another affectionate kiss to the top of her head, Bakugou kept her close, filling Koge with such a strong sense of pure adoration. “I love you, too, Koge. I can’t wait to be back to myself in the morning…” 

The couple fell into a deep and restful sleep, with no alarm and no sense of urgency waking them up. What did pull Koge into consciousness, however, was the sudden pleasurable feeling of being full. A familiar form within her core sent that blissful tingling across her skin, forcing her to clutch onto the sheets and moan into her pillow. On her stomach, she could feel the weight of her lover at her hips, straddling her legs as his manhood filled her. How long he had been playing with her, she didn’t know nor did she care. All she could do was lift her hips up into him, feeling him reach into her depths like no toy on earth ever could. He was so hot and eager, his burning palms on her ass sending fire through every inch of her body. 

“Someone’s finally awake,” That deep growl of his voice made Koge’s heart flutter, opening her eyes to peer up at him over her shoulder. Bakugou was indeed back to his old self, his gorgeous muscular body looming over her. “I nearly had you cumming in your sleep just from fingering you.” 

Nearly feeling like he was reaching all the way into her stomach, Koge’s entire body was aching for him to move. “That’s mean, Katsuki… Not even waking me up to enjoy the fun.” 

“Who says I didn’t try? It’s not my fault you sleep like a fucking rock.” With that, he began to rock his hips, slowly and teasingly working himself within her. Unable to resist, Koge arched her hips up a bit more, an airy sigh of pleasure leaving her lips. 

“You just couldn’t wait, huh? Not that I can blame you… Fuck, it’s so hot… So deep--” A sharp moan interrupted her as he gave a rough thrust of his hips, picking up his pace as he leaned his body over her. After pressing a rough kiss to her cheek, he moved his lips to her ear, his voice nearly making her cum already. 

“Shut up, Utsuro… Now that I’m normal, it’s time for me to get you back for all that bullshit you put me through yesterday. So… tell me how good my cock feels inside you, and maybe I’ll give you what you’ve been missing.” 

[aradiamegido]

Ur high rn and im high rn and i feel like we should be pals whats the oc ur working ons name? And whats her..... Like.. Deal

fuck yeah weed buddies!!! i love it im dom what should i call you? :o

my ocs name is rose! she's a tiefling bard whose parents were basically a crew of pirates that adopted her from an orphanage. like they saw her and immediately plopped down a sack of gold and were like "captain we have a daughter now"

she has a rose shaped birthmark on her cheek, hence the name, and has short, curly black hair. her horns are like this,

and her tail has a spade on the end. her main instrument is the hurdy-gurdy but she also knows the penny or tin whistle. she loves charming others but has never been in love herself. she loves her family more than anything in the world.

[pinkykitten]

The time in Summervale: 1

Warning: none

Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy

People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), huxley (cook), ruthy (maid)

Words: 1,438

Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a  primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents? 

Authors Note: this is something newwwwww. ive been wanting to do kinda my own thing for a while so this is not on any fandom this is a story i will be updating with chapters about my characters but in a x reader way if that makes sense so its still gonna use you and such just this is my own story. i got inspiration off of this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles​, granted i dont know the character or the fandom i just read it cuz another blog reblogged it yet i rlly enjoyed it even tho it is smut and im not usually a smut reader just kinda skip that or whatever either way it was extremely well written and gave me such inspiration like wowowowowow. so i made this piece inspired by that and i hope you guys like it. this is just kinda an opening to the whole thing and to kinda see how it works out so there is not any romance in this but trust me there will be but like i said i want to see how this goes if yall like if u do pls tell me tell me what u think ur thoughts everything i worked rlly hard on this so pls share like reblog do what you gotta do it would me a lot to me. thnx guys <3

“Maybe this piece goes here,” you mumbled to yourself. An action you always did but it was something your mother hated. Sitting atop your bed you concentrated your efforts in inventing a mixer that did its job on its own. Call it a hobby or a dream but inventing was your world. You loved the satisfaction of creating something with your own two hands especially if it helped people. Unfortunately, your parents the Prince and Princess of Summervale did not approve. They called it very unladylike. Your mother, Athela, would scold you about getting messy and dirty and then throw you in the tub like a little child. Your father, Edward, was always forcing you to learn how to seam. His mother used to do it and he wanted to pass it down to you. Those things didn’t excite you, didn’t make you complete. Inventing was something you loved and was always thinking about. As you would look at an apple tree during your morning stroll you would wonder about what inventions would be good for peeling apples whilst your parents bored you with duties as a Duchess. 

“Almost done,” you screwed on the last screw to your creation. You had dirt under your nails and they were short and barely ever polished, only for special occasions. Your hair was almost every time how it was meant to be. None of those gels, ties, bows, again only for special occasions. Your mother, Athela, would buy you all these face creams, soaps, masks, but you were content with your scars and bumps, naming them every so often after royals, saying your “face was a castle and there should definitely be Queens and Kings roaming on it.” You were odd and different to others but to yourself you were this boring, normal, royal girl that everyone hated because you were granted everything you could ever want. Life was not that simple though. Sometimes when you have everything handed to you - all the money in the world - it still doesn’t fill up that hollow feeling inside or take away the sadness. It was something to help people cope but it was never the antidote. 

“Alright...finished. What do you think Karim?” You hastily got out of bed and sat on the floor presenting your mixer to your pug. One very lovely vacation you took with your family you had learn a bit of Arabic. It was a beautiful language and you had made many friends there. You named your dog Karim meaning generous. Karim was generous, he was the only one who would look at your inventions. “Do you think it will work?” You gave a toothy grin, excited. 

Karim grunted as he licked his nose, panting. 

“I knew you would like it,” patting his head you jump up ready to show not just your parents but also the cooks. You had a very good feeling about this one. Every time you made an invention you had hope that maybe your parents would change their minds about your future but every occurrence was the same. 

“Mother, father! Come look!” You yelled as you sprinted down the stairs not caring if your nightgown would get dirty sweeping across the floors of the castle. “Come quick!”

“What in the heavens is the matter my dear child?” Edward, your father, grumbled seeing you in such a hurry. 

“See, father, in the kitchen.”

“In the kitchen?”

You passed by your mother, she tried to catch you but you slipped from her grip. “Young Lady why are you not dressed and groomed properly? You look like a mess.”

“Doesn’t matter, mother in this moment time is of the essence!” You arrived at the kitchen and grabbed a blue glass bowl, plopping it with a loud clank on the counter top. 

“What are you doing y/n?” The cook asked. “You almost broke me bowl!” He was a plump older man, very short. His hair was salt and pepper and his face was as white as flour yet his cheeks were always red.

“Forgive me Huxley I just need to know. Need to see and dive deep into the unknown.” You opened up a recipe card that Huxley wrote down for your favorite cake. Vanilla cake, you were a simple girl. “Alright I need eggs and flour and oh yes milk! Almost forgot about the milk!” You were talking to yourself again as you ran around the kitchen like a mad woman. 

“Is this another one of your inventions?” Huxley crossed his arms knowing about your obsession. 

“Yes but my dear good old Huxley-”

“Old?” He lifted his brow. 

“No time to explain, I have a tingling within me. This one is going to be it, I know it. Mother and father will finally see and believe in me.” You poured all the ingredients in the bowl. Your parents walked in, perplexed. 

“Hello everyone. Today I show you something I have been working on the for the past week. I am very proud of myself but any who let me show you my newest invention-”

“Oh here we go again?” Athela rolled her eyes.

“The mixer!” You lifted it high in the air. “This mixer will not only mix greatly and fine it will mix to your acquired speed. Please watch.” You pulled the lever three times and then pushed the big button. The mixer turned on automatically with it squeaking from the gears. “As you can see the mixer is mixing all the ingredients together. No more of the hassle of blistered hands or tired arms, this does it for you! You can even look away and do other chores in the midst.” You turned around and your creation you thought so high about was creating smoke and making an odd sound. 

“Um y/n,” Edward said, “is it supposed to do that?”

“Huh,” you turned to it again and all of a sudden the mixer started to go faster in speed. “Oh no.” The mixer then flew high in the air and starting to spin around like a mini airplane. 

“Get down!” Huxley shouted and everyone in the room screamed in fear or bent down hiding under tables and items. 

“Its alright everyone! Just a little mistake!” You climbed onto the tables trying to fetch the item. “Blasted thing.” You jumped onto the counter and caught it making it stop. Until it started to mix again and it caught a piece of your hair. You screamed loud and tried running away but hit the bowl of cake mix making it hurl in the air on top of your head making you slip from the batter onto your back. The mixer finally stopped. You groaned knowing you were about to hear it from your parents. 

Athela stood up with a scowl on her face. “To your room. Now!”

You sat at your vanity disappointed with yourself. You had worked so hard on the mixer and had embarrassed yourself. Athela was standing next to you, glaring. Karim was laying in his bed munching on a treat and your maid Ruthy tended to your hair. 

“I cannot believe you chose to do this on a day like today. Of all days!” Your mother was furious. Her gloved hands were held into fists. “You were supposed to be ready!”

“I know. I’m sorry mother.” In the end you always apologized even though you really hadn’t meant it. You hated when your mother was right especially about inventing. You always wanted to prove her wrong but it ended in outright disappointment. 

“Look at this hair now.” Athela lifted the piece of hair that was wrapped around the mixer. “Can you save it Ruthy?”

Ruthy bit her lip as she heaved a sigh, “I’m sorry your Royal Highness it is very tangled I must cut it off.”

“Oh my! Are you sure?”

Ruthy nodded.

“Today of all days,” Athela repeated herself. “How will your future husband think of you now?”

“What?” You asked and then all was heard was a snip as Ruthy cut that one lock of hair.

“Make sure you take that disgusting batter out of her hair.” Athela pointed to your scalp.

“Mother what are you talking about?” You stood up throwing your precious now broken mixer onto your desk.

“My dear didn’t you not fall just mere minutes ago in that vanilla goop?”

“Thats not what I meant and you know it. I am asking about what you said about a future husband. What did you mean by that?”

Athela rubbed your shoulders up and down and broke into a huge smile. “My dear you are getting married!”

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[lubdubsworld]

Give me some sugar Daddy

Park Jimin x OC

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Chapter 10

“Y/N... “ His voice was just a little more insistent and I clenched my fists. I had always known, in  the back of my mind, that this day would come. And i’d always told myself, that on that day, I would look him right in the eye and tell him to go to hell. 

Taking a deep breath, i pushed down all the memories of him hurting me. 

No one can hurt you without your permission...no one will ever touch you without your permission ever again...

“Good evening, Ji Hwan.” I said calmly, opening the door. 

He looked as devilishly handsome as i remembered , unfairly sculpted features that made him seem inhuman. 

“Wow... aren’t you a sight for sore eyes... come here. Give me a hug , angel.” He held his arms open. 

I gave him a look of bored disinterest. 

“You’re embarrassing yourself by coming here. I don’t want anything to do with you.” i said casually. 

His jaw tightened and I wondered, if it was too soon. Maybe i should wait a bit more? 

“You’ve forgotten your manners angel. I’m disappointed .” He said softly and I smiled gently.

“its a good thing, then. The fact that i don’t live to please you.” 

He snarled, stepping forward aggressively and holding himself back at the last moment. 

“Come on angel. Its been so long... At least let me come in.” He said and i nodded, stepping away to let him in. My eyes darted to the back of my desk. 

“It takes two people to make a relationship work, Y/N.... You were always lying to me. .. about the smallest things.... “ He complained, shrugging his coat off and I stared at him. 

“Because when i told you the truth, you hit me.” I said bluntly and he scoffed.

“fine... I roughed you up a little once in a while. Maybe if you were a proper girlfriend, I wouldn’;t have had to. You ever thought about that?” He snapped. 

The initial terror had faded and i realized that it was mostly a pavlovian response. i had been scared of him, for so long that my body automatically reacted with fear. But truly, deep down , i wasn’t actually afraid of him. 

Because I knew that he was just so incredibly full of it. 

And i wasn’t helpless. 

I moved to stand in front of him. 

“ I’m going to be honest with you. I think you’re the lowest of scum. Vermin, if I’m being specific. And i honestly would like nothing better than to rid the world of your presence. But...” I sighed deeply. “ I don’t want your blood on my hands. So leave.” 

He stared at me, jaw slightly slack.

“What did you just say to me?” He stood up , towering over me and it surfaced again, that little bit of fear.  He’s so much bigger...so much taller...a man... what am i doing...he can do so much damage and i’m not...

“ I said that I don’t want to hurt you...but i’ve had enough of you to last a lifetime and now...I want you to get the fuck out of my house. “ I said calmly. 

He laughed obnoxiously.

“where is all this disrespect coming from? What kind of pussy-whipped guys you’ve been hanging out with angel? No one’s put you in your place in a while huh?” 

i stepped closer instead of away and he seemed even more surprside. 

“No... i’ve been hanging out with a real guy... and he knows how to treat me right...” I said honestly and his jaw tightened even more. 

“Look at you...fuck.. You forgot I’m stronger than you huh....? bigger than you... more dangerous...”

He stepped even closer and i smothered a smile.

“Give me your best shot you fucking coward...” I whispered. 

His eyes flashed with violence and he lunged for me.

It had been a long, long time but muscle memory can be an amazing thing. I bent away from him, reaching out swiftly to grab his arms, hard. I let him charge, and quickly moved sideways, causing him to lose momentum, his body swaying as he lost his balance a bit. 

I quickly stuck my foot out, catching around his shin, hooking my leg and yanking back, using the force of his movement against him. 

He tripped over my foot, landing with a crash to the floor, the wind knocked out of him. 

Before he could regain his composure, I stepped behind him, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back hard, till he gasped, neck outstretched and throat sticking out, just the way I wanted. I pulled my hand back, bringing the side of my palm down into his throat with as much force as I could. 

the sickening crunch of breaking bone and a crushed cartilage told me that I’d done it. 

He choked on air, gripping his throat in disbelief, eyes wide in shock and pain and i stared at him feeling nothing but sick revulsion.

“When you left me like that on the streets...bleeding and dying... I told myself that I would never be in that position ...ever again and you know what i realized Ji Hwan?” I whispered, moving to the desk on the side of the room. 

He lay flat on his back, eyes scrunched in agony and clawing at his throat. 

“That i didn’t have to be  to be in that position again. Know why??? Because,  yes, you may be stronger than me....but would you still be stronger , with a broken neck?” I grabbed the baseball bat and pulled it out of its bag. 

I’d bought it the day Ji Soo had told me about Ji Hwan coming back to Seoul. 

i moved to stand over him, staring down at his handsome face. He was losing consciousness. 

“And yes... you’re bigger than me... but what good is that going to do to you?, when your knees are shattered?” i whispered. 

I raised the bat high before bringing it down on his knees. the sickening crunch of his kneecaps made me tear up. 

“Pul-leash...” He choked out and I smiled at him.

“I begged you...to stop..that night...you remember , oppa?” I whispered, my head spinning with a sort of delirious rage. 

a murderous desire to inflict as much injury as I possibly could to this monster...who had done so much irreparable damage to me. 

“Y/N!!!!!!!!” The knock on the door startled me. 

“open the damn door!!” Seulgi’s voice was joined by a familiar male voice and I swallowed . 

It was Jimin. 

I turned back to the man on the floor, not sure what to do. What was Jimin doing here? 

The door crashed open before i could make a decision and Jimin stood on the threshold, wild-eyed with worry and his eyes fell on me, moving to the bat in my hand . 

He stared down at Ji Hwan and his eyes went wider.

“Holy shit...baby... what... Oh my God...” He whispered, sounding stunned. 

Seulgi screamed, rushing to her step brother and plopping down next to him.

“You little bitch!! What did you do to him....!! Oppa!! Ji Hwan oppa!!” She was shaking him, probably doing more damage to his broken neck, but I couldn’t care less.

I turned around to stare at Jimin slowly.

“Jimin ssi....” I said softly and he stepped closer. 

“Its okay.. it’s going to be okay.. Y/n.. I’m here.. everything’s going to be okay... Alright...Just...give me that thing...” He held his hand out. 

i stared down at the bat. 

“Okay.” I said calmly, handing it over. 

“ alright..shit...fuck...i think you‘ve done...considerable damage to this bastard...fuck... I’m going to call an ambulance. Where’s your mom? “ Jimin stared at me expectantly. 

My mother. She had probably slept through the whole thing , I thought, suddenly. 

My sister and i used to joke that my mom could sleep through someone getting murdered and maybe...it wasn’t an exaggeration after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hyung..I know its the middle of the fucking night but this is fucking serious...I don’t think he’s going to make it....” Jimin was saying into the phone and I tried to relax against the leather cushions of his car. Next to me , my mother was still half asleep, staring out of the window in dazed confusion. 

 i should have made arrangements for mother...i’m going to go to prison for the rest of my life..who’s going to take care of mama? 

“Hyung... she has no defensive wounds but the guy has a history with her. He’s injured her badly before...” Jimin said softly. 

He paused a bit more and then sighed.

“okay hyung. i get it... I just don’t want her to spend even an hour in a holding cell... She’s not leaving my side tonight, alright? i just need you to make sure those charges are dropped and gone before they even appear....” 

I stared at him as he hung up.

“you don’t have to do that...” I said, my voice hoarse from disuse. I hadn’t said a word in three or four hours. 

Jimin sighed. 

“Let’s not do this, Y/N. You killed a man tonight. this is serious stuff.” He said dryly. 

I stared down at my knees.

“He’s not going to die.” i whispered. “ He’s ... he has a crushed windpipe. they can intubate him at the hospital and he’ll be okay.” I said softly. 

or maybe he would have lost enough oxygen to his brain to render him alive but mentally and physically incapacitated for the rest of his life...but i’m not getting my hopes up. 

“  Fuck... you did your research huh...” He said with a shake of his head. “ Wow... you look...fuck you look so fucking delicate , I never thought ... “ 

I flinched.

“Are you disgusted?” I said meekly.

He rounded on me, wide eyed.

“Disgusted? Are you out of your damn mind?  I just... I’m trying to process this” 

He shook his head, seemingly still a little dazed. 

“ i thought... I mean... i thought you were getting hurt and then i saw ... I’m trying to understand.  “ 

He laughed a little, without mirth and shook his head again. 

I sighed my fingers still shaking.

“He deserved it.” i said .

Jimin hummed.

“i never , for a second, doubted that. I’m sure he deserved that and more.” He said gently. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I’m going to make sure that he gets out of your life for good. this isn’t going to follow you. i’ll promise you that....”

i nodded , too tired to fight over semantics. 

Besides, it was really tempting, the prospect of never having to see Im ji Hwan ever again. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Another drink? You look like you could use a stiff one?” Jin said casually , holding his glass out and I shook my head.

“No.. I.. No thank you. “ I said awkwardly, feeling jarringly out of place in the living room of the dorm.

after a surprisingly short interview with the cops,  Jimin had arranged for a lady to watch over my mother in our apartment, before taking me back to his dorm. he told me that I may need a lawyer and he had to talk to yoongi about something. 

“Hmm... Fair enough. so, its true? you killed a guy tonight?” He laughed cheerfully.

“Hyung!! play nice...” Jimin called out sternly and Jin laughed.

“What? No judgement, babe, i know most of them deserve it.”

I smiled awkwardly. 

“I’m... I did hurt him, yes.” 

Jin hummed.

“Don’t worry about it. yoongi’s brother is one of the top lawyers in the whole country. He’s going to get those charges dropped within the day. And besides, Jiminie here has made it pretty clear that he’s on your side. Not a lot of idiots out there , gonna risk getting on Bangtan’s bad books.” He winked. 

I nodded, glancing tentatively at Jimin. He was deep in conversation with Yoongi, who was on the phone, presumably talking to his briother. My skin itched, the proximity oddly disconcerting. 

i felt high strung, maybe residual adrenaline from what had happened earlier but whatever it was, the urge to clamber on Jimin’s lap and just stay there forever was strong and over powering. 

Objectively, i knew all of them were good looking. But no one affected me the way Jimin did. I stared at him now, feeling somehow worse than ever. I had never considered Jimin ever seeing this side of me. The side of me that was... nothing more than an embarassing canvas of mistakes. 

I felt awful , the reminder that I had brought Jimin into something criminal, somthing ugly and disgusting and I wondered what he would think of me, if he knew about Ji Hwan and I. 

I watched the clock on the mantel and somewhere between Four and five in the morning, i dozed off on the couch. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I woke up to the sound of a coffee machine. 

I was still on the couch, but stretched out and with a soft blue blanket draped over me. there was something hard beneath my leg and I squirmed, realizing it was a thigh. 

I scrambled back , horrified to find the thigh attached to Kim Seokjin, who was deep asleep, mouth slightly open , body draped over the arm of the couch. 

“You’re up? I told hyung to stay put because i didn’t want you to wake up.” Jimin said kindly, carrying over a cup of coffee. I didn’t reply, merely thanking him quietly before takign the cup.

We drank in silence .

“So, everything is sorted. Ji Hwan is... stable and he doesn’t want to press charges. “

I nodded, not surprised. 

“It would be a blow to his ego to admit he got assaulted by me.” I said bitterly.

i immediately regretted it. i had no business telling this to jimin. 

“You did good. Where did you learn that?” He asked curiously and i swallowed.

“I used to baby sit for a self defense teacher , a few years ago. He ...uh...he taught me how to inflict maximum damage on a bigger opponent. I’ve been... practicing that for a long time now.” i admitted softly.

“For yesterday.” 

I nodded.

“For yesterday.” i confirmed. 

Jimin gave me a thoughtful stare.

“He must’ve really done a number on you.” He said thoughtfully. 

I flinched. 

“that’s one way to put it....” I said with a grimace. 

“I understand. But Y/N... the guy’s pretty powerful... Yoongi’s hyung thinks you might be in danger....” He said worriedly and I sighed.

“It doesn’t matter. I just... I’ve always been in danger with ji Hwan... if he comes near me again, I’ll gouge his eyes out. I learned how to do that too.” I said calmly and Jimin’s eyes went wide.

“I... okay. that’s an...interesting plan. Sounds like a lot of fun.” He laughed nervously and I frowned. 

“You looked scared for a minute there.” I tilted my head, curious. 

Jimin shrugged.

“You can’t blame me. you literally said you wanted to dig a guy’s eyeballs out.” 

I stared back at my knees. 

“Yeah... I’m a witch. Sorry to deceive you.” I said bitterly. Jimin sighed and moved closer, draping an arm over my shoulder.

“Stop putting words in my mouth. I was only joking. I’ve done and seen a lot worse than what you did to that guy. I’m not judging you. Sometimes violence is the way and I’m not against what you did.” 

I nodded.

“But we need to talk about you, now. this thing is over but I don’t want anything else happening to you.” He said seriously and I hesitated. 

“You do realize you aren’t...like... responsible for my well being  , right?” 

He frowned at me. 

“Well, it’s pretty clear that you aren’t being, in any way responsible for your well being... so I’m just doing it for you.... “ 

I groaned.

“Jimin...”

“Yoongi’s brother is here. He wants to talk to you about some stuff. We’ll discuss things with him, see what he says and then we’ll make a decision okay... Just... I just want you to keep an open mind about this...” 

i nodded finally. 

“Well, okay. If he’s already here then... okay.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yoongi’s brother looked nothing like him. 

“Y/n, I’m going to be honest with you. I can only help you if you’re completely honest with me. If you want this to be confidential, I can ask Jimin to leave right now.” 

Jimin made an affronted noise and I smiled a little.

“No..uh.. That’s alright. “ i said awkwardly.

He nodded.

“First things first. You did  substantial damage to Im Ji Hwan...but he got help in time.... doctors say he should be back on his feet in less than a few days. “

I grimaced. apparently, I’d failed at yet another thing. 

“okay.” i said miserably. 

Jung ki chuckled a bit. 

“I spoke to your ex and I spent the night going over a lot of things and honestly the most disturbing thing for me, is similarities between this case and something i dealt with, a year back. “

He glanced at Jimin, who leaned forward curiously.

“what case...” He said with a frown.

“domestic abuse resulting in justifiable homicide.”  

Jimin reeled back , eyes jumping to mine and i willed myself not to choke. 

“What? Domestic.... you mean they’re....” He said confused and disoriented and I swallowed nervously.

“You would be right...” I said softly. “ Ji Hwan... is... legally my husband.” 

Jun Ki nodded thoughtfully.

“But...” Jimin turned to me in confusion and i quickly explained. 

“But i never consented. He got that sign from me when I was... technically a minor and also under physical and mental strain.”

He nodded.

“i figured as such. I went through public records of your involvement with the police and hospitals . Four years ago, he assaulted you brutally, an event that left you in a hospital for three months. He broke seven of your ribs and fractured your wrist. You had a collapsed lung and nearly died. I read his explanation for the events that night and earlier today , I spoke to Ji Hwan and it further confirmed my belief that he suffers from Nar-”

“Narcissistic Personality disorder , yes.” I said .

“Oh God...” Jimin sank back, looking even more horrified. “ i’m.. Baby... Why didn’t you... I’m going to fucking murder that bastard with my bare-” 

“Don’t interrupt us.” Jun ki said sternly and Jimin frowned but backed away a bit. 

“So, I’m going to go out on a limb and tell you that you’re actually in danger here. he’s going to want to come back. “ 

I nodded.

“I’ve thought about it. I just don’t want him to go anywhere near my little sister . I’m alright...” I said softly. 

Jimin turned to me and reached out and gripped my hand. 

“I’ve already sent someone to her dorm. She’s safe there .... We don’t have to worry about it.” 

I stared at his fingers , not sure how it was suddenly ‘ we’. 

“Luckily, my sister went through something similar and i can tell you that you’re not in any danger from anyone except him. Its important to him that he’s the one inflicting damage ...so he’s not going to use anyone else. Which is why he’s not pressing charges either.... A narcissist’s ego is really important to him...” 

I nodded, having heard it all a million times before. 

“I understand... I have the address of the therapist i saw four years ago. Her name is Kim Ji Eun and she’s still in practice in Gangnam. she has all my files and records from the time of the accident and she was one of the witnesses for my case back then...”

“the case that you lost...” Jun Ki said sympathetically. 

“you what?! You lost the case? “ Jimin stared at me in shock.

I nodded.

“He had a lot of money and he painted me as a hysterical attention seeking gold digger .... “ I said dryly. i really didn’t want to think about what had happened back then. 

“but he hurt you.... and...”

“they delayed the trial till i was fully healed. in fact the first thing the attorney defending him said was , ‘ you look pretty good for someone claiming to be assaulted.’.” i said bitterly.

Jimin hesitated and then gave me a very serious look.

“I’m going to suggest something that I want you to really think about...” 

I stared at him curious.

“I can get rid of him for you. We don’t have to go through all this bullshit. tell me the word and I’ll put a bullet in his skull by the next sunrise. It’ll save us a lot of money and a lot of bother..... ”

I was sure he was joking , until Jun Ki coughed conspicuously.

“uh... Jimin I thought we agreed not to uh...solve things that way again...” He coughed again.

 Wait...again??!!

“ Tell me, baby. you want him to go away for good?” Jimin said blankly and i shook my head, mildly horrified.

“No... I mean... i’m... i don’t want you to become a killer...” I said, surprised i even had to say it. 

“Good choice. Moving on...” jun Ki gave Jimin a pointed look and he frowned at the lawyer, clearly disappointed that murder was now off the table. 

“ We’ll get you a restriction order and till then, i’d suggest you stay somewhere safe.”

“She can stay with me.” Jimin said softly and Jun Ki looked surprised. 

“oh... i thought ....  Jin Hee was still living with you? Isn’t she ? “

I blinked. who was Jin Hee?

Jimin shrugged.

“Of course my girl’s  living with me hyung, where else would she be?” He rolled his eyes. 

 My girl......

 Suddenly, i felt completely and utterly foolish. When would i ever stop misinterpreting this guy?!!! He had another girl...of course he did... Jimin hadn’t changed in any way....Seeing him there , looking so angry on my behalf , i’d allowed myself to fall deeper... and here I was...disappointed again. 

what kind of idiot gets their heart broken over and over again with the same guy?? 

I felt sick, mostly at myself. 

“Well, if you can make it work that would be great... it’s going to take a few weeks to get the restraining order. “

Jimin nodded.

“i understand. Is that all?” 

Jun Ki nodded.

“For now... yes. We’re still going to have to file for divorce but it will be easier with the restraining order. If we file for one now, they may suggest co-habitation to resolve issues....” 

I swallowed in disgust. 

i hated the judicial system in my country sometimes. 

“Okay. Then we’ll talk about this later.” 

Jun Ki bowed and i returned the gesture, thanking him again for all his help.

once he had left, Jimin gave me a smile.

‘i still have all the clothes i bought you.” He said softly and I stared down at my feet. 

“I can stay with someone else... i don’t want to intrude and-”

“don’t say that. i’d never forgive myself if something happened to you baby...” He said gently.

My heart lurched traitorously. Was there no end to this torture. ...?

“only till i get the restraining order...” i said tiredly.

Jimin nodded. 

“okay... Besides , i can’t wait for you to meet my baby girl.” He smiled.

 I need to die right now, God. 

“ I’m glad you found a nice replacement... for me.” I said bitterly before i could stop myself. 

Jimin blinked owlishly.

“Replace...what?” He said looking confused.

“Jin Hee or whatever her name is... I’m glad you’ve found her... “ 

Jimin stared at me for a second before chuckling.

“Jin Hee is not... My god, Y/n...will you always believe the worst of me? “ he said softly.

“What does that mean.”

“Jin Hee is not my girlfriend.” He said sternly, reaching out and pulling his wallet out. As i watched, he pulled a small polaroid out and slid it to me. 

It was a small toddler, probably two or three. 

“This is...” I stared in confusion and Jimin smiled wide, eyes crinkling. 

“Jin Hee is my three year old daughter.” He said calmly. 

All i could do was stare at him. 

 what. the. fuck. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

AUTHOR’S NOTE : BITCH WHY SHOULD JIMIN BE THE ONE TO SAVE HER SHE CAN KICK ASS HERSELF...ASDHGFDSHF HOPE YOU LIKED..... 

[lesbianskylor]

*slides you five bucks* holly,,,,holly,,,pls give me greenlove headcanons,,,,the world Must Know

greenlove hcs

so . greenlove is this super poly ship a lot of my friends and i came up with. we basically all made an oc and plopped them into a poly ship with lloyd uwu

so, ill explain the ocs to you first!

micah (owner - tumblr: witchlightsands ao3: whichlights) he/him bi flower boy. he a flower boy baby!!!! hes a flirty mess of a bi and is constantly supportive of lloyd. also he loves puns. bastard nerd

rhian (owner - tumblr: cynicalmiles ao3 - cynicalmiles) nb she/her ace pan. she has the elemental power of magic! she also has two dads (nyx and max) and a bro named jayden (owner - tumblr: lightning-jay23 ao3: lightning_jay23). good at makeup. the shortest lol. she’s in the exact middle of the bastard/nerd/dumbass/valid scale

myan (owner - tumblr: qibliwinter/lesbianskylor (HEHEHEHE ME) ao3: hollyus) he/they pan. depending on the au, he’s a vet student or a volunteer or owner of a shelter! he has a dog named scritch and he’s pretty much, besides micah, the most normal one of the greenlove gang. valid nerd

bo (owner - ao3: Nagasha) she/her grayace demiro. she’s a coolass serpentine (hypnobrai)!! she grew up in a group of serpentine girls and she met lloyd at a p young age. probably the most down to earth one of the group. at the very top of valid nerd

ver (owner - tumblr: terezi-kin) he/they demiboy polysexual aro. ABSOLUTE meme trash. ASKJNDLSDFDK jokes are like, his defining personality trait at this point honestly. tall bitch but not the tallest. chaotic good dumbass bastard

celestien (owner - tumblr: iwillheckingfightyou/anywaylloydgarmadonistrans ao3: i_will_fight_you) nb they/them and arospec multisexual. tol long haired redhead, punches transphobes. they have two moms

also: here are more specific ship names

micah/lloyd - brightshipping

rhian/lloyd - emeraldshipping

rhian/micah/lloyd - sparkleshipping

myan/micah - m&mshipping

thats,, kind of all we have so far rip

OKAY - now we get into the actual hcs (which im SORRY miles youve probably heard them all in the discord nsdjkfldk)

rhian and myan are the shortest of the group, celestien and ver are the tallest

SO, rhian and myan totally ride on their shoulders and have a nerf gun fight

(in the circumstance his family is an owner of a shelter) myan and micah totally meet before meeting the others because myan has a shelter that’s like across the street from micah’s flower shop

at some point micah adopts a cat named skittles from the shelter and he cries when he first sees her bc shes so cute.

she’s around 2 years old and she’s a brown tabby with a white muzzle, paws, tip of tail, chest and stomach

she’s affectionate af

lloyd used to be single as fuck before greenlove and everybody made fun of him, so when he gets SIX WHOLE DATEMATES he laughs in their face

after the whole harumi fiasco the ninja DEFINITELY keep their eye on his datemates.

kai, to all of them: hey? hey! you hurt lloyd i hurt you

nya: (pulls out her samurai x dual swords) ill let you figure it out!

cole: ok yall seem chill but if you ever treat lloyd badly…youll regret the day you were born. anyways who likes video games here

jay: you better watch out…you better watch out…yOU BETTER WATCH OUT… YOU BETTER WATCH

zane: (gives off sense of intense protecting of lloyd)

anyways, it is eventually proven that the greenlove squad are all also extremely protective of lloyd (esp after all the shit he went through) and would never hurt him intentionally so all the ninja become cool with them

greenlove is the lloyd protection squad.

all of the greenlove squad minus lloyd: i am the lloyd guardian. guardian of the lloyd

the ninja: morro quivers before them!

greenlove gang minus greenie to morro: FUCK OFF

ver constantly tortures micah with memes and jokes

though,,, they do bond over puns

ver: you wanna go?

lloyd: yea

ver: on a date with me?

ver: OH YOU DO

ver: OHHHH

lloyd: YOU ACT LIKE I FELL FOR A CUNNING PRANK IM YOUR BOYFRIEND YOU EGG

lloyd: turtles turn up

myan: hell yeah go turtles

lloyd: dead on beaches

myan: oh dear god

greenlove: (just doing shit)

ver: wait

ver: so bo’s a snake person yeah

bo: …well, the term is serpentine, but..yeah??

micah: yea- oh god ver no

ver: we’re all scalies

bo: oh, um? i dont quite get what you mean, but his name is skales! not sure how he would react to you calling him, uh, skalie?

lloyd: (wheeze)

myan has, lots of grandchildren and children

(hint: they’re all animals)

myan, when a cat gives birth: hey guys look! its our 34th grandchild :)

rhian’s basically besties with nya

whenever she goes out on a date with lloyd, nya does her makeup, and kai does lloyd’s makeup (since nya and kai are makeup masters obvs)

any love song that’s sweet and nice: plays

all of the greenlove members simultaneously: HOLY SHIT ITS OUR SONG-

celestien: happy one year babe!

ver: 

ver: im 18

celestien is ur friendly neighborhood anarchist :)

they have a discord with the ninja & co (aka adding on skylor and pixal) named “0 days since our last nonsense”

ver: @everybody

kai: i will kick your ass if you tag everybody again

ver: @here

kai: bitch

ver: (feigning innocence) but you didn’t say dont tag here :) :)

kai: fucker

nobody ever. ever. EVER gives ver mod/admin permissions. it happened once and theyll never make the same mistake again

my hc shortest from tallest is rhian, myan, bo, lloyd, micah, ver, celestien

celestien when they’re around tiny animals: (tearing up) you are so small? i could crush you? you’re just? so tiny?

micah dramatically during christmas: ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS , IS YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU

bo: micah i know you’ve been telling us this again and again for the like past 6 hours?

ver: you know what’s my music taste? youtube channel historyteachers.

ver, yelling at the top of their lungs: this plague is bubonic! B-U-B-O-N-I-C

ver: im factkin with the lady thats always singing in those videos

he listens to it so much that all his s/os can recite renaissance man to you on instant if you asked them to

myan: love is dead. you leave me as i lay here sick and festering. you have betrayed me

lloyd: woah whats up?

myan: my dog stole my fuckign popcorn

their older siblings/parents trade embarrassing stories about them and its just terrible for them but really amusing for their older siblings/parents

kai (lloyd), nyx, max (rhians dads), the reols parents (micah), myans parents, vers parents, the snake girl gang (bo), and celestiens moms: (cackling evilly)

bo: so, i was doing this and my friend-

micah: wait

bo: what

micah: oh my god myan and rhian rhyme,

rhian (before they started dating): writes her name on something

myan: holy SHIT THATS HOW YOU SPELL IT?

celestien nickname cel and rhian nickname rhi cause its cute

thATS MY HCS FOR GREENLOVE WHICH I LOVE!!!!!!!! sorry for taking for fucking ever

also if yall want to request hcs then Sure but from now on with hcs being put onto my inbox ill take them as suggestions- meaning, ill delete them if i dont feel like doing them (if you ask off anon ill post privately that i dont want to do it, if on anon ill just delete it lol)

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genre: fluff, comedy. character/s: robot im changkyun!au | oc. overview: her robot was almost perfect. almost. word count: 1350.  

"Say, Changkyun, can you recommend me a drink from the bar?"

"I have different drinks in mind, but my personal favorite would be a glass of Chardonnay."

"What about a tourist destination I could visit tomorrow?"

"According to the forecast, it's supposed to rain tomorrow, so the nearby beach might not be a good idea. The national museum would be the next best choice. It would be open tomorrow from 8 a.m. to 5 p.m."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand English that well, you see. Would you be a darling and translate that in Russian for me?"

"Gladly." Changkyun repeated his previous reply entirely in Russian, with an accent that was acceptable for a non-native speaker.

Yumi clapped her hands in glee and plopped down on her bed. "Nice one, Changkyun." She emitted a yawn and lifted her head up to glance at the wall clock. 1:32 a.m. She had been debugging Changkyun for the last few hours or so to prepare for the presentation. All of them in class had to report on the status of their respective individual projects, just for the professor to check their progress. Even if the final presentation of the project was still a few months to go, Yumi wanted to make sure Changkyun would impress everyone, maybe even cause a few heart attacks.

The girl remembered clearly how she had brought Changkyun with her at the table during dinner. Like a toddler who reserves a special seat on the table for her favorite stuffed toy, Yumi made the robot sit next to her as she ate. As her father looked up from his meal, he needed a few strokes at the back to calm down after swallowing the food down the wrong tube. "I-is... that..."

"My robot, yes," Yumi replied calmly, reaching for a piece of tofu across the table. "He wanted a name, so I gave him one. He's called Changkyun."

"Aren't you too old to be playing with robots, dear?" Her mother immediately said, pouring water into a glass before handing it towards her still shaken husband. "You need to make friends. You need to start going out more. A lot of students your age probably would get scolded by their parents if they were found doing this, but I'm telling you right now: if I found you at a club having fun with your friends, I would die happy!"

"Mom," Yumi frowned, turning her attention away from her food and towards the older woman. "I'm fine. Changkyun is just my robot, not an imaginary friend of some sort. Once my project is over and he turns out to be a success, I would sell him to the highest bidder or whatever." She proceeded to stuff her mouth with a spoonful of rice. "Try asking him questions."

"Okay." The older man swallowed before clearing his throat. "Four times five is?"

"Twenty." Changkyun replied with a small smile, despite his monotonous tone. They have been talking about him as if he wasn't present at the same table with them. "I can skip count if you want. I have been programmed to solve simple arithmetic."

"Who won the FIFA world cup in 1998?"

"France." The boy without blinking. Literally. Yumi has noticed this and mentally noted to increase his blink speed to once every two seconds to make him seem more human.

"What is the winning combination for tomorrow's lottery?"

At this, Changkyun adjusted in his seat to fully face the man. "Mr. Han, I am Im Changkyun, created by Han Yumi in 2017 in partial fulfillment of the course requirements of her Robotics Engineering class. I am a robot, not a fortune teller. I apologize."

By this time, Yumi's mother had burst out laughing, while her father rolled her eyes. The girl, on the other hand, picked on her food as she beamed at her father, proud of her own creation.

"Well, that was a nice way of telling me to fuck off."

--

He was sitting on her bed, his hands primly placed atop his lap. She stared back at him with her chin propped up over her knee as she sat across him. She was having trouble fixing the error. She had foreseen this, of course, but still, she was convinced she could somehow instill some feelings into him. Her robot was almost perfect. He could answer simple questions, solve basic math problems, teach directions, just like a walking dictionary. He looks human. He blinks, walks, and moves. Hell, he even looks too cute to be a robot! But that was the thing -- he was just almost perfect. Almost. She had no idea how he could start /feeling/. She wants him to feel joy, sadness, anger, and all the human emotions there are. No other line of code from any programming language could instill even the tiniest hint of sentiment into her robot.

"If I told you to feel sad," she started, breaking the silence. As soon as she uttered the first word, Changkyun's head immediately turned to her. "Would you really feel sad?"

As if he was asked to formulate a new scientific theory, the robot looked clueless. She was even afraid his central processing might crash, killing his system. Just when she was about to order him to shut down, Changkyun spoke. "What does being sad feel like?"

"Sad is like..." Yumi swallowed hard, trying to remember things that had make her feel sadness. "...wanting something because you know it will make you happy and complete, but then never really being able to have it. It's like when you're in a crowded place. So full of people. Full to bursting, even. And everyone's got someone, but you're just... there. And then your heart feels like it's beating very slowly, one heartbeat per hour, letting the moment drag on until what seems like an eternity. And you're calling out to anybody, anyone, who would notice you but you're just invisible. And everything just hurts – not physically, but a deeper kind of hurt. And the fact that it's not like a wound that you can patch up or a cut you can clean until it heals hurts even more."

She watched as his forehead crinkles, as if in deep thought. His usually frozen brown orbs melted before he attempted to open his mouth to speak, choosing his words carefully. "Have you ever felt sad?"

"All the time," she whispered. And it was only when he reached out to touch her cheek did she realize she had been crying.

A teardrop landed on his finger, and he pulls back his arm immediately as if he had been burned. "This..." He inspected the wetness on his finger closely, before rubbing it off with his own thumb. "This is sadness?"

She wiped her cheek dry with her forearm and nodded her head, giving him a small smile to reassure him. "But you're here now," she muttered, lifting her hand up to comb absentmindedly through his synthetic hair. "I've been too busy making you perfect that I haven't felt sad in a long time."

The robot's plastic pupils dilated, although the girl doesn't seem to notice. "I make you... not sad?"

"Of course," Yumi flashed him a grin as she dips a few inches backward to inspect him properly. "You are my life's work."

You are my life's work.

The words echoed through his mind, even as she led him to stand up and return to his usual spot by the corner of her bedroom. He felt different. Not a bad kind of different, but the new feeling was alarming him. It might have been a virus in his system, but the anti-virus software did not detect anything. And so Changkyun went online to try and diagnose himself with the symptoms he could pinpoint exactly. His central processor hummed a little louder than normal at the information overload.

Yumi switched the lights off and slid under the covers. As she ordered for the robot to shut down, and before his eyes closed completely, Changkyun could have sworn he felt something inside him slowly come to life.

[plastic-adventurezone]

the oc thing except it’s all of it

Grace stared down at the dead woman, her lip twisted in slight sorrow. She lay in the corner of an alley, distinct claw marks raking across her belly and diagonally over her face, making her very hard to recognise. But Grace knew who she was.

 Vickey Summers was a thirty-four year old woman who lived in south London and owned three cats. More than one cats always meant there were no connections the victim had. How convenient. Scrunching her nose at the pool of urine around her and kicking the woman to check if she was still alive. The last thing to happen before total brain death was evacuation of the bowels. Yes somehow, Grace never bothered to check if she was completely right, but usually the wet and foul-smelling puddle surrounding the victim was enough. Closing her slitted eyes and twisting her red lips, she brushed back her crimson hair and stepped into the edge of the puddle, only just being able to reach the deep cuts. The marks were so deep on her chest that deep grooves were carved into her ribcage. Grace could see it now; man meets woman, man takes woman out drinking, man takes woman to alley and forgets full moon. Result: woman dead, man probably miles away. She sighed and traced the bone, flicking her head around when she heard a familiar voice.

"This what you're getting into these days, is it?" Grace swivelled, slim, pale finger in her mouth, licking it free of blood. She grinned at the man and stepped toward him, tilting her head.

"I thought I told you to stay at the manor." She said in a slightly irritated tone. The man simply stepped closer, almost closing the distance between them.

"I thought you told me you were running an errand." He chided, tilting his head to hers.

"This is an errand.. Of sorts." Grace supplied, raising her prefect eyebrows. The man sighed and rubbed his face, looking at his shoes.

"Grace, how many times do I have to te-"

"Yes yes, I know, you love, you care, blah blah blah. I get it." She commented, closing the space between them and pushing his glasses up with her index finger. She shifted her jaw and moved aside, waving behind herself to him. The man paced after her and caught her by the shoulder.

"Grace, I'm telling you, getting into this shit is dangerous. Watch yourself." His frown grew deep with concern and worry, evident also by the deep blue bags circling the underside of his eyes. Grace cast her eyes downwards, flicking her slotted eyes back to his, the alarming red trailing her words as if they were on fire.

"Stay out of his Michael. What I do is my business and-"

"And it becomes my business if you get hurt."

Her voice hardened. "No it doesn't." She shook herself from his grip and hailed a cab, slipping into the back.

The trip back to the manor was long and took many boring and useless cabbies' time. Upon finally reaching the estate, the cabbie, who was a middle-aged overweight man, commented; "Nice place innit?" And got a curt nod in reply. It was a rather nice place, surrounded by trees and country, the outside covered in many different types of vine. Brandishing her key and unlocking the door, Grace was hindered with questions and queries, which most of she replied to with a curt "I don't know." Or "What?” It seemed upon owning this place; she was supposed to know everything. And yet her day seemed to worsen when she was brought into a debate with two very attractive necromancers and one boyish vampire. Sighing upon entry to the argument, Thomas Nocturnal crossed his arms and blatantly pointed at the pale boy.

"I won't have this scum in my living place." He firmly stated, earning a swift roll of eyes. "Look, one; everyone's welcome here, alive or not. Two; you don't have to go near him if you don't wanna. This place is pretty big. Three; Nocturnal, stop being a racist shit and get over yourself. I don't know why you hate him; I don't wanna know. Just get the stick out of your ass and live with him. You're both equally evil, okay? Problem solved. “ Grace growled, going to move before stopping. "Oh, and there's a council meeting at.. Three? I don't know, afternoon-ish. Okay, be there and be less of a dick." She patted him on the firm shoulder and gave a long and deep inhale as she left. Dead things were annoying, even more so when they weren't dead anymore. Now, it was time to change. Her dress smelled like five different kinds of smoke and her shoes smelled like piss. The amble of dogs they owned crowded around her to try and lick it off as she trudged into her room, closing the door and half-gasping when what she sat on wasn't bed. Michael Rain grinned up at her and plopped her on the bed next to him, Grace scowling at him. "You smell like London." he chided. "I smell like a dead person's piss. What are you doing here?" She frowned and moved further ways from him, crossing her legs to take off her shoes and flicking them across the room. She sighed to herself and turned her back to him, brushing her crimson, now tussled hair over her shoulder. "Button me." She ordered, and Michael undid the set of buttons on her dress, gently slipping it over her head. She instantly got up, beginning to rifle through over-filled draws of clothes.

"What were you doing at Vickey Summers' body?" Michael asked, admiring the wing-shaped tattoos clinging to her shoulder blades.

"Looking into her death." Was all Grace said.

"For who?"

Grace rolled her eyes and sauntered across the room, straddling his lap, kisses cascading down his neck. "I've had a long, day, and there's that thing at three." She chimed, her fingers working his shirt buttons as her mouth met his, hot, wet, and sweet as she caught his bottom lip in her teeth. Her lips worked his neck, her teeth sucking and biting, nipping gently, eliciting a gentle moan from Michael's lips. His hands slid down her pale shoulders, his lips brushing her ear.

"For whom?"

Growling, Grace pushed him back and fiddled around with clothes, slipping on a vintage-looking black lace dress that fell around her knees. She pushed him back and traced a sharp finger along his chest, pressing a half-moon indent over his heart with her nail.

"One of these days I will kill you Rain." She chided.

"Whom?"

Grace chuckled, crunching her nose and shaking her head. "Get out now."

"I'm serious."

"Out. Now."

Michael moved toward the door, but stopped, closing his hands on either side of the doorway. "If I blow you will you tell me who?"

"Get. Out."

The Sorcerer's Counsel meeting was like any other meeting. Boring and long. And emergency meeting had been called for a reason that no-one was currently aware of. When Grace arrived, the topic became even less evident. But there were many people here, many old people. Experienced mages, demons, wolfmen. Everyone. Sitting down next to a rather peeved looking pagan god, the High Priest decided to start, clearing his throat to signal silence through the room.

"As you all know," He began, his deep rumbling voice echoing the room like Thunder. "We are on the verge of war."

he god beside Grace scoffed and rolled his black eyes, a grin spreading across his perfect, pink lips. "I've seen worse war than this." He said. Grace decided to ignore his remarks. For now.

"And not just war," the High Priest continued "but we are on what seems to be the verge of the apocalypse."

Shit.

"I'm sorry?" Called out a rather angry-looking vampire.

"You heard 'im." Replied a werewolf. Grace knew him. Afraid of nothing it seemed, not even the world's end.

"You're serious?" Asked a dashing Irish accent. Cyprus Cain, world-class shape shifter. His eyes were wider than usual and his voice had risen in fear.

"Do I look like the type to joke?" Asked the High Priest, obviously not too surprised with the outcome.

The pagan god next to Grace threw her a glance that said something like "end of the world threesome?" And Grace threw him a savage grin, bearing her fangs. He laughed. Someone beside them screeched, yelling they shouldn't be so calm. The pagan told her to shut up. He sucked in a deep breath, chewing his lip. Leaning in so she could hear him, he attempted to yell over the calamity to talk to her.

"I'm gasping for a cig. Wanna get outta this shithole?"

Grace giggled and nodded, shoving her way through the piling crowd, reaching the outside area. Out here, in the faint sun, Grace could somehow see him better. His hair was sandy blonde and spiky, like an overgrown marine cut. His eyes were black as night, surrounded by freckles on tanned cheeks. He had gold, spacer-like earrings and a coat, the inside of the hood lined with some sort of fur. Green makeup circling the underside of his eye and eyeliner on the top, two black lines of some sort of makeup on his nose. He was beautiful, and his grin could turn anyone savage in seconds.

He drew a cigarette out of a mostly full packet, popping it into his mouth, he offered Grace, and she took. When she could finally hear him properly he spoke, not before lighting the cig.

"Soooo, this end of the world crap. You believe it?" He was American, probably from somewhere like Kansas, with the tan he had.

Grace smirked and lit her cigarette with a small summoned flame and took a drag. "Hell no. And Hell yes."

He laughed, blowing smoke rings. "Whadda you mean?"

"Well, the High Priest seemed pretty serious." She blew smoke into the air and sighed. He raised a brow.

"Wow, well. Who do I call this serious woman?" He asked, probably working up to her number. Jesus. Even gods were as bad as men.

"Grace." She supplied, taking a long drag. "Grace Hampton. And you?"

He blew another smoke ring. "Just call me Dean."

She raised and eyebrow, but understood. Pagan names, with their 26 consonants and 2 vowels. Nodding, she let the smoke seep out her nose.

"So" she started, crushing her cigarette. "Threesome?"

«¦»

Newton Selfridge made his way down the hall, making sure to count every door correctly. Reaching the 66th door, he knocked quietly on the red-painted wood. Knocking a little harder, a deep moaning emerged from the other side. Taking a breath and testing his luck, he opened the door. What he saw next was not pretty.

Two women, one man (well, god) spread out on a California king bed, sheets a mess. He gave a little screech and Grace's laugh soon echoed. She turned to face him, her red curls amuck, panting softly. " 'Ey Newt." She chimed, smiling. "How-how's Don?"

Pausing softly, Newton sighed and regained his concentration.

"There's a girl - she's been stabbed. She needs your help." He mused flatly, and she nodded in response. He turned before going. "Oh and some kid threw up in crazy tubes."

Grace nodded. "Stabbing. Kid throwing up. Cool. I got it. Give me an hour to get back to you." She grinned and he sighed, closing the door.

Grace turned back to Dean and Hannah. Tilting her head and giving them a sad smile. "Oh jeez, you guys hear that? Okay, someone's stabbed probably the abdomen. I gotta go."

"No!" Hannah pouted, American too, one of the best a most famous shifters in the world. "We just got started!"

Grace shrugged and started pulling on her clothes.

"I'll come back, mn'kay? Just,, keep each other busy."

~~~~~~~~~~

So. This apocalypse thing was really happening, wasn't it? Jesus, Cal wished it wasn't.

He had so many plans for this world. So many prophecies yet to happen.

But now, now there was only one.

Find the chosen and prepare them for the new world.

Wringing his hands nervously, he trudged up to the high priest, an rather blob-like humanoid creature. It was hard to differentiate the gender, or anything really, other than the robes that circled its large body and the hood that covered its head. Sweat beaded on Cal's forehead, and he stepped forward, clearing his throat.

"P-P-High Priest?" He asked.

"Whhhgat is it?" The creature asked, its beady yellow eyes squinting back at him.

"The-The apocalypse has been announced."

The creature thrashed and squealed, as if a tantrum would make this untrue. Cal trembled.

"The prophecy, you have read it?" It wheezed, and Cal nodded.

"Yes. I have found the chosen. Shall I gather the others to go and get her?"

"All in good time, sleuth slayer. All in good time..." It trailed off, and Cal nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. No, this was the prophecy, it should be followed through.

Grace Hampton had to be found.

And then, only then, could they be saved.

~~~~~~~~~

Grace looked at the wet, bloody and rather dishevelled tall man standing at the manor doorway. He had to be at least six foot, and most of that six foot was hot. But still, she had a reputation to uphold. So she broadly sighed, inviting him in and closing the door. He almost bowed in half to talk to her, his accent mixed with some kind of European, like Norwegian or Swedish. But he was mostly American.

After towelling off, Grace sat down with him as he hungrily but politely bit at the sandwich provided.

"So. Do I get to know your name, or are you just gonna continue to stare at me while I eat?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"..Alistair." he supplied, putting down his sandwich as it seemed he would be subject to a questionnaire now.

"Okay.. and what is your profession?" Grace asked and the man growled lightly.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because I own this place and I'm entitled to ask whatever I want since it seems like you're staying." Grace supplied.

"Mage. Adept. And I will tell you no more." He protested, making Grace sigh. Affection. Playing hard to get? She got up from the table they were sitting at and patted him on the shoulder.

"Okay, that's cool. Just a few rules. No rape no murder, and don't come to me with every little shitheaded problem you have, I'm not your mum. But if it gets roo far and someone is killed, you're out. I don't care how or why, just gone. I don't do this out of the goodness of my heart okay, I do it because in times of struggle it is the weak that need to band together." She frowned lightly, and then blew off her hardened look, scruffing up Alistair's hair. "Oh, and, if the food has a name on it, don't fucking eat it." Grace chuckled at her own joke and patted him on the shoulder. "You'll be working the night shift, mnkay?"

Alistair nodded. "But, uh, why?" He asked, all cute and innocent-like.

"Because we're short staffed and you look too scary for anyone to eat you. So, uh, get some sleep, then head to the main hall at ten." She smiled at him brightly and sauntered off.

---

"Okay, give me the lowdown Luke." Grace hollered as she walked into the widespread, Grecian room where the nymph sat. Lucas Headbury shuffled, brushing his hair on his head and swinging around to tap keys on a keyboard.

"Well," the blond boy switched his head back to check is she was still there, waiting until she sat down.

"There's been earthquakes in Australia, a volcano erupted in the Arctic, a freak storm killed two-hundred in a plane crash in Nebraska and six-hundred and sixty-six people died in London three days ago. These aren't in any books, but they seem very apocalyptic to me." He said, and Grace nodded, leaning forward to read the screen. And there was no way she was going to fail to notice the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks as she squished painfully close. She squinted at the screen, nodding and making "hmn"-ing sounds to prolong his torture. She eventually backed off, and brushed her hair back. "You find any more deaths 'round here Lucas?" She asked sweetly, honey dripping off every word.

He tapped keys at super speed, clicking on something and nodding. "Twins. Two women. Two men, found dead in an alleyway, same marks as Vickey. You think you got this one?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah I got it. Tell the J.R he doesn't have to worry. I'll have that were' ASAP"

Lucas frowned "He doesn't think it's a werewolf"

A flood of confusion washed over Grace's face. "What?"

Lucas looked back to his screen. "Yeah, he thinks it's-ah..." He squinted at the screen.

"What. What. What is it?"

"Well, do you ever wonder why he assigned you this?"

"Stop with the friggin' trivia Luke. Why?"

"J.R thinks it might be your father."

Grace sank back into his seat and shook harder than she'd shook in a long time. No. No motherfucking way Grace was going to confront her father, let alone with something like killings. That was kept to him, and last time she'd asked him about his job, she had not liked the reaction. She breathed slowly and harshly, shakily getting up, grace promptly exited the room with a nervous salute.

She guessed she had to do this.

Upon waking toward the mess hall, Grace bumped into Michael, who was grinning like he'd just found porn in his father's rucksack.

"Who's J.R ?" He asked through mumbled kisses.

"Wwwhhhyyy were you listening in on my conversations?" Grace shoved into a nudging kiss to the side of his head.

"Because I fucking love you and want to know what you're doing. Let me come with you. We could be like Bonnie and Clyde." He mumbled.

"Hmm, no."

"Why?"

"Because it's my shit."

"Can't it be our shit?"

Grace fumbily pushed away from Michael, brushing herself off. "Lucas thinks my dad might be involved." She said, deadpanned. And for a moment, everyone was passing by, like shutters in frame, like a movie where dramatic news is given like; 'she's dead' or 'I love you'. Michael stiffened. Sighing, willing his body to relax. "Okay. Okay. Okay okay okay okay." He almost stepped into a pace, closing his eyes and lifting his glasses to rub them. "Okay. Shit. Shit. Shiiiiit. What-wadda're you gonna do, Grace?" He asked, doing that puppy dog thing but a little more sad and a little less pleading.

Grace took a deep breath. "I'm gonna go see him. Not today, but in gonna see him." She shook her head and kept walking toward the mess hall.

And damn, did the mess hall fit the name. All the youngest and most creative people made home here. Mothers took their children here. But Grace was looking for one person in particular. Cyprus Cain lay somewhere amongst the mayhem, he was either sleeping like a backpacker or teaching children how to do art. Judging by the amount of paint on the wall and the fact that Grace had to duck a glob of flying glitter glue, he was doing the latter. Upon seeing him, he seemed cheerier than his usual self. He had two little girls clinging to his legs and blue and green paint spiking up his hair. Handprints dragged across his shirt and he wore his trademark wonky half-smile. He laughed and nodded at the children showing him their work, but his expression faltered when Grace approached. She tried to keep her expression clear although children, especially small ones distressed her beyond her normal personality. She walked over to Cyprus, and he smiled at her, several of the kids cheering and threatening to put paint on her dress. She smiled weakly at then and turned to Cyprus.

"Hey Grace how's it-"

"Private. Now."

Cyprus rolled his eyes. "Listen I know you're jittery around kids. But seriously. I'm in the middle of something."

Grace lent in closer. "This is something I don't want anyone else catching ear of. Come with me, to my room, and we can discuss this."

Cyprus' eyebrows raised and he followed her, saying his goodbyes to all the children.

Cal creeper closer, watching as the other soothsayers followed him, making quiet hand signals. Grace Hampton was close, he was sure he could hear her voice echoing through the halls. Sweat beaded on his forehead and collected in his palms, his eyes darting back and forth, breathing shallow. One of the other men tapped him and gave a short laugh, and Cal shushed him, she was walking up now, the clic-clac of her heels on the floor approaching. This was it.

Grace walked past doors at a pace, nervousness eating at her. Cyprus was the only person she could trust with this information. Not Michael. Not her brother. Not even her father. She'd known Cyprus for longer than anyone else and her trust in him never faltered.

Except for when he grabbed her from behind, his hand going her mouth, clamping her nose shut. His state flickered and he appeared as a hooded soothsayer, his eyes a striking blue, several more soothsayers appeared and she mumbled a scream, the world blurring around her as she feel into the comforting depths of unconsciousness.

Grace awoke with a hazy feeling, quite loudly gasping for air as her slitted eyes blinked, trying to find where she was. In all her years, she'd never seen this place.

She was wearing different clothes; some sort of tunic, red and gold that swished by her thighs. Very Grecian. She was also free of the restraints of any semblance of underwear.

Oh, and she was tied to the four posts of a bed too. Not that she'd noticed.

Her hands and feet where throbbing with the cut of circulation, at their true whitest. Her eyes burned, and she glared daggers as a nervous-looking soothsayer approached her. He had a nice face, but wasn't the one that attacked her. He closed his eyes, muttered a few words in an ancient language, Oh lord, please let this save us from doom and then nodded to a long line of hooded men. For the first time in a while, Grace shook hard. The first man got on the bed and straddled her, and Grace saw this as the perfect opportunity to scream.

~~~~~~~~

Grace sure as Hell didn't know how long she'd been there, but when they finally untied her, she couldn't feel her hands or feet at all. They gently popped a bag over her head, that smelled like piss, vomit and semen. She twisted her face and gasped for air, the holes not giving her much semblance for it. She was finally (somehow) dumped back in her room where she instantly curled into a foetal position and cried at the sound of the door clicking closed. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus she shook and more tears fell and she had never felt more vulnerable and small in her whole life. She certainly wasn't new to the whole sex thing, but believe it or not, this was only the second time in her whole life she'd been raped.

Raped.

It sounded, felt, tasted like such a bad word. Worse than all the curse words, worse than any other word she'd ever heard. Grace was a careful woman. Definitely a careful woman when it came to sex. She'd been using condoms before she could remember and any form of birth control before that. She didn't even let Michael go in the-

Michael.

The door clicked open and Michael waltzed in, expecting to see something normal. Maybe Grace drawing, or writing, or sending and angry email. But this, this was not Grace Hampton at all. This girl, suddenly looking so young, suddenly looking so small was not her at all. Quietly but quickly walking over, he keeled by her and wrapped his arms around her, shushing her quietly. Obvious to the naked eye, Michael was curious. But, he decided he'd leave that to later as that really want the most important thing right now. He gently pried Grace from her bed and took her in his arms, letting her sob into his shoulder as he shushed her.

JUST OUTSIDE LONDON, 1836

The brothel smelled like honey and whiskey, dashed with a trace of rotting flesh and semen. Samuel made his way through the crowd, catching the arm of a beautiful red haired girl. She looked at him and he held up his ten pound note. "For that, you get a room." The woman chided, and walked up the rickety steps and into the most sturdy looking room in the whole place. She sat on the bed sitting squat in the middle of the room, taking her crimson hair out of its pin. She smiled up at him and he grinned. "So, where do you want me?" She asked as casually as any other remark. Samuel waved a hand. "Oh, no no, I'll have none of that. You're mine now." He chided as if they were conversing on the weather. The woman huffed and tossed her hair. "Of course I am." Samuel's eyes twinkled. "I mean," he held up and strip of paper. "You're mine, and not just for the night." The woman sighed at picked up her dress. "Alright. Well, I don't have any stuff, so we can get going as soon as possible." He stuck out his hand. “Samuel Blackwell." She shook it. "Grace Hampton."

One Month Later Grace awoke with a start, a half-sob breaking her voice as she gasped for air. She shook all over, sweat covering her like a glistening shell. She slink over to the showers and hopped under the warm spray, hoping for it to wake her up.

The shower was lightly sufficient, but she still didn't feel right. And then, funny enough, she ate almost three whole servings of breakfast. Feeling rather perculiar, she hailed a cab and went to her brother's house. When she knocked on his door, an olive-skinned woman answered the door and Grace was quietly let in.

"Why are you here?" Was the first thing he said.

"What, I don't get a 'Hi Grace how are you?' ?" She asked, and he shook his head.

"No, you don't. Because you never visit. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just thought with the end of the world and whatnot I'd come and see my baby brother."

Donagan frowned, sitting down next to her.

"Nooo, that's not how it works."

Grace shrugged, only to be supplied with a deeper frown. She sighed.

"I may or may not have gotten involved with dad's business..."

That received and ample groan, making Don stick his thumb and forefinger on the bridge of his nose, as if he was getting a headache just hearing this.

"Jesus fucking Christ Grace, how many times did I have to tell you?"

Grace nodded "I know, I know.."

"You're supposed to be the older one here! You're going to get yourself killed!"

Grace got up, a strange feeling washing over her again, like it did a couple of days ago, and a few days before that. She closed her eyes and swayed lightly, and then the rest of it hit her. Nausea. She rushed to the sink of Don's bathroom; - she didn't really favour toilets-and promptly threw up her breakfast, a burning feeling scratching her dry throat and tears stinging her eyes. For the first time in just about forever, Donagan Hampton looked worried for his sister. He rushed over, bracing her as if she was about to fall. She fell boneless into his arms.

"Jesus," he whispered, to himself or her, Grace couldn't tell. "What the fuck was that?" He asked, obviously having a rather unpleasant time. Grace shook lightly, hunger and fear moving through her, and nestling deep in her bones.

"I..I don't know, it's happened a few times over the last couple of weeks or so...” her voice shook like Hell and she finally regained some of her strength, stood up and struggled.

Donagan raised his eyebrows as if she was the only person that didn't know what was going on.

"You're serious?" He asked

"No, I'm taking a fuckin' piss.’Course I am."

"And you don't have any idea what it could be?"

The shaking and unnerving sense of nausea returned. No

Fuck no.

"N..Not really."

"Yeah I know you saw this coming.." he replied, probably pausing for effect. "But the most likely scenario is that you're pregnant."

There was no stopping it, Grace knew she had to do it. She had to go and talk to her father.But rather than going into the depths of Hell, she decided she'd summon him. Much easier. She used one of the empty rooms, larger than her room. She drew all the right symbols and lit the candles and felt the flash burn when he appeared. Rather than be in his true form, he was a dwarfed man with brown eyes and a good taste in clothing. He sighed upon seeing Grace, skewing his eyes over to her.

"What is it?"

Grace swallowed, damn was the scared of her father. He beat her, wrecked her, made her what she was today. She shook, sweat making her form gleam. Not from just the candles and flames.

"Well?"

Again she swallowed. "Well dad, I've been meaning to ask.."

Her father frowned, his brow creasing, flames jumping. Grace's breath shuddered and she took a step back, holding her forearm and rubbing it like an embarrassed schoolgirl. She had to ask him about the deaths, about the apocalypse, if she could help. Sweat dripped and caught in her eyes where it stung.

"I’m waiting, Gracious." He grumbled loudly, shaking the windows.

"I.. I..." She stuttered, she couldn't say it.

"You're what?"

"I'm pregnant." Grace spluttered out, oh god, oh no, Jesus H Christ that was not the right thing to say. Her father's eyes widened and he smiled.

"You, you're kidding me?"

"Aha, no.."

"That's amazing!"

"Y-Yeah I know I'm -- what?"

Grace's father laughed at her expression. "That's amazing Gracious. Who-who's the uh.."

Grace sagged. "You haven't met him yet. His nice, assured. Grand-ish mage." She lied. She knew it wasn't his. But still her father beamed. She sighed.

"Yeah, yeah that's all nice but I got shit to do."

"Gracious wait I-" Grace blew out the candle and moved to the chair pushed against the wall, her legs like jelly. She shook and threw up on the floor, shaking harder. Her every nerve was on edge and she needed air. She needed to go and lay on the grass and pump herself so full of toxins that she passed out and dreamt of heaven. Shakily, she got up, went to her room, picked up a pack of cigarettes and a syringe and walked outside. She lied on the grass and bit her lip, injecting the liquid from the syringe in her upper arm and lit a cigarette, waiting for it to take her over.

OUTSIDE BLACKPOOL, BLACKWELL MANOR, JUNE 6, 1899

The rocking of the bed and Samuel Blackwell’s moans rang in Grace's ears as he carelessly pounded into her, barring her brainless. Sure, she was enjoying it, but her training was still fresh in her mind and it told her to not enjoy this too much. I mean, sure, creepy yet hot sorcerer brings you home, what else is he gonna do? But Grace was a little surprised when he took her to a large, empty house, into a large, rather empty room and shoved her up against the door once it was closed. And she was happy. This man wasn't like the others, he wasn't drunk or drugged and still had all his perfectly straight teeth and his skin was smooth and he didn't have dick rot or an STD, or a horrible bedside manner. He was a nice, respectable, chivalrous, smoking hot man. He had nice eyebrows and Brown eyes and a thin sheen of stubble that rasped against her lips every time he sloppily kissed her. He was on edge, sweat glistening on his smooth chest, on his muscled arms, on his toned legs. A cry escaped his soft lips, and he pumped his hips with messy rhythm.

"Grace, Grace, Grace... Grace, Jesus, Grace.."

"Grace, Grace!" Were the words that pulled Grace out of her dizzying high, Michael Rain standing over her, thankfully blocking out the sun with his stance. Her stomach pained and she felt sick. Her head throbbed as he kicked a packet of cigarettes out of the way.

"You're pregnant?"

Grace rubbed her bile-filled throat. "Wow, word's getting around fast."

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "I had to learn that from your brother who you hardly talk to! Via text!"

Grace reeled back as much as she sluggishly could, squinting, bile burning her throat.

"Could you, could you not shout."

"No! I'm worried about you, Grace! You-you're smoking, and injecting yourself with whatever this is and I'm scared!" Tears filled his eyes and he sat down next to her, taking her hand. Grace used her free one to put over her stomach, which felt like shed been stabbed with a thousand times with tiny needles. She swallowed back the burn in her throat.

"Im sorry, I didn't learn until a few days ago, okay? I'm scared too." He said quickly, trying to sit up without hurling.

"How-how far along are you?"

Grace shrugged "Couple 'a months?"

Michael winced. "And you never questioned it?"

Another shrug. "Jus' thought I was getting fat."

"You're kidding me."

"Oh come on, you and I both know I'm stupid."

"Not true."

Swallow. "Are you sure about that?"

"I’ve known you Long enough."

Thick swallow. "Not long enough for my lifetime."

"You never did tell me how old you were."

Small gag. Swallow. "I was born in three-hundred and forty-five B.C. Let's just leave it at that."

"Oookayy."

Noticeable gag. Deep breath, deep breath. "What?"

"You're just old is all."

Grace went to smile but her smile turned downward and she leaned to the side and threw up all over her last good pack of cigarettes. Most of it was food, but there were traces of blood that a blind man could've noticed.

Michael's jaw tightened and he turned to her. "Graace, what was in that syringe?"

"I-It's just the fear. This happens when I'm scared."

Michael crossed his arms. "Then how come I've never seen you do this?"

"Because I've never been scared before."