#just realized because of this ask that i couldn't really enjoy daydreams of him since he left. ough QQ wjat do

[alsojnpie]

If the ask thing is still allowed, is ur Papyrus purely the horrortale one or is OG Papyrus also there? Love ur art and stuff btw aaaa Ur self-ship art is so cute >\\\\\<

awwwwwe thank you :' ) i will hold your kind words tight and treasure them forever❤️❤️

and you mean my imaginary friends right?

sometimes i do imagine og papyrus because it makes me sad to think of him being left out and i love him so much. but that's more me playing with daydream toys, then him being a real imaginary friend. (which like, playing with daydream toys is kind of the first step to imaginary friend! but..)

i haven't seen the real imaginary friend him ever since years ago (i can rewind the tape in my mind and you can actually pinpoint the second his heart rips in half) and it feels insulting to force. he left on purpose. i could probably make a new one and indeed I've half-heartedly tried but again it feels rude. also that was the most tangible and least constructed papyrus in my mind so anything i make specifically to replace him inevitably feels kinda phony.

[terras-domain]

Who can't afford to pay the delivery driver extra and offers to "take their tip" as a tip?

Culture Shock

Miyawaki Sakura

California, USA

Le Sserafim just finished their second performance for Coachella. Whether it was loved or hated, the girls could only pat on their backs for their performance. A good night rest helps the girls sleep through the thoughts of their whole trip to a foreign country (barring Yunjin). The next day arises, and most of the girls are still sound asleep, but only Sakura was awake, maybe being the mom of the group really awakened her mom abilities to be up early and get a cup of coffee to start the day. Sitting by the kitchen counter, slurping her cup of black coffee as she scrolls through her Instagram, yet the negative comments starts to overwhelm her, making her hands slowly lose grip on her mug. Thankfully she managed to put it down safely before she drops it on the floor, that'll definitely be a mess. Before she closed the app, a post caught her eye. A post compiling a pictures of a bundle at a Target somewhere near California. Excited, she quickly googled the area, and lucky for her it's only 20 minutes away! "Oh, that's not too bad! I could get a taxi to get there." She monologued, but her mind shifted to the other members. Will they be fine without her? Eeeeh, they probably will, she thought. She got up to her room and quickly got herself changed, while her phone still rests on her palm, texting without looking. "I'm off to go shopping for a bit. Be good whilst I'm away okie~ 💜" and sent. She got herself ready, fully changed from her PJs and now in a presentable manner, ready to move out.

Kkura had to recap on how to book an Uber ride, because usually Yunjin does it and she barely focuses what the members do sometimes, so it took her a good minute to get to it. "Oh, that's pretty easy." She smiled, celebrating her victorious achievement by humming to Easy, reminiscing her wonderful time on the big stage. She wanted to scroll on her phone to kill time, but she remembered how crazy her social media feed at the moment so she decides to just fidget around, moving back and forth to look at the cool breezy morning, blowing her hair back as she enjoys the mixture of greenery and concrete. She must've spaced out too much since she didn't realized the Uber driver was already there. "Ahem, miss? Are you, Miyawaki?" A strong Californian accent jolted into Sakura's mind, popping the bubbles of her own world which made her realized she's been daydreaming and spacing out in to the view. "Oh! I'm sorry! Yes yes I'm Miyawaki." Kkura bowed repeatedly as she enters the backseat of the car, covering her face with her palms from the embarrassment. "So....Target right, Miss Miyawaki?" He asked, the taxi driver looking through his back mirror to see the flustered Japanese lady, her pale skin turning red from shame. Sakura only replied with a nod, which was enough for him to shift his gear from neutral back to drive to take her to her destination.

Judging by the way the driver wasn't fazed by the fact a singer that performed in Coachella yesterday made Sakura deduced that he doesn't know her. Cool, less talking needed for her. It's early in the morning anyways, so she couldn't gather enough social energy to be making conversations this early. The 40-ish year old driver seems like he knew the road in the back of his head, taking turns to maneuver the busy city life traffic. It was surprisingly short, a ride that was expected to be 40 minutes long due to traffic turned to a 20-minute leisure drive with the cab driver's help. "Thank you sir, how much did I owe you again?" Kkura asked, taking out her purse from her small handbag. "It's...30 bucks miss." He replied, looking at the meter counter, to calculate how much the lady needs to pay him. "Would you also like to lend a tip?"

"A tip?" Sakura was shocked, nearly jumped from shock from hearing the driver's request. The moment she heard the word tip, her mind immediately shifted to the night where she and Yunjin were sharing a room. Yunjin booted up porn on her laptop for them both to watch while touching each other. The scene included the woman sucking off the man's "tip", which made Kkura assume that's what the driver is requesting. Nervous, Sakura gave a reply, "I-I mean I would. But isn't it a bit too cramped here to be giving you a tip?" Her reply made the cab driver just as confused. "Huh? What do you mean, ma'am?" His confusion intimidated Sakura, making her heart beat faster. "O-oh, we can do it at the backseat of course! I forgot here it has more space."

The Uber driver got himself to the backseat to the backseat after parking his car. He was just trying to get some answers to the lady's answers to him asking for a tip. And this, was not what he expected. The moment he got in, Sakura helped him to sit up on the seat while she adjusted the front seat forward so there's space for her to kneel down. "Wa-wait, ma'am-" he paused as he stares at the japanese doing her thing, taking down his pants and revealing his cock. "I thought you wanted me to give you a tip?" She asked, looking up. Her eyes sprinkles innocence, that convinced the driver to understand that Sakura genuinely believes this is what he wanted. He meant money, but this works too. "W-well Miss Miyawaki, please give it to me." Sakura enjoyed the words that the man gave her, as her mouth starts to envelope his cock, beginning to suck on his growing shaft. The sight of a beauty like Sakura sucking him off made the driver extremely turned on, his cock growing bigger fast, he was ecstatic to see it. Sakura was into it, her lips wrapping around his size whilst her tongue worked his tip. The sensation was too good to hold on. "M-miss, I wa-wanna cum!" He grunted, warning Sakura who's running an assault on his cock. Sakura continues to bob her head back and forth on his cock, until eventually she takes it all inside her throat, taking it to the base as he came deep inside her throat, filling up the sweet japanese singer with cum.

Sakura's inviting lips traps his cock, not letting him free as he starts shooting cum, rope after rope of cum shooting in her mouth, reaching the back of her throat. "Fuuck...Miss. Your mouth game really surprised me." The driver panted, leaning to his seat as Kkura starts to clean her lips, licking the residue of semen and swallow. Sakura grinned as she grabs her stuff, and starts to leave the car. "It was nice meeting you mister, hope you enjoy your tip!" She waved goodbye as her hips sway, spending her day and money joyfully at the mall. Well now the US isn't as scary as she thought, heck she might've enjoyed it too much.

[gazsluckyhat]

Sarah's House *TW* - from this chapter on

Six - Chest Hair

Masterlist

Hey guys! I know I said there'd be consistent updates but apparently my brain doesn't work like that. Chapter six is a lot of talking and some sad things. But its getting good. Get a little banter in this one. I hope you guys enjoy!

Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.

or

Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.

Ghost and Gaz have the table set and ready when Sarah makes it downstairs. The food smells amazing and her stomach growls as she walks in, both boys looking over at her. Ghost finds her hand, pulling her to him and kissing her head before pushing her towards a seat.

"Good to know you're hungry." She nods towards Gaz. Starving. She doesn't say it. Doesn't want to admit how hungry she really was. Had wanted to steal the MRE Johnny had offered her on the flight, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Made something simple, easy on your belly we hope." Gaz has such pretty hands, she notices when he sets her plate down. His fingers aren't too small or big, just right and long. Manicured nails showing just how much he actually cared for himself. She wonders what else those pretty fingers were capable of. Shooting? Fighting? Strangling? Fingering? Would he shove them down her throat to shush her while forcing the other ones inside her?

It's not until a hand touches her thigh that she realizes she was staring, or daydreaming. She shoos the thoughts away with the idea they're wildly inappropriate. These men saved her and have agreed to get her back on her feet, nothing more. What she's feeling is normal, she tells herself. Most woman saved like she was develop attraction towards their heroes, but she should not act on it. Plus, she doesn’t even know if her vagina works anymore. Hadn't been used since before she'd went missing. Even then finishing was rare. No, she needed to focus on herself and not the increasing need to frisk the men sitting around her.

"Do you like it?" Ghost and Jesus, everyone else are watching her. She looks down and actually looks at the food. Pasta. Alfredo with what looks like chicken and broccoli. It looks like what she imagines Heaven will look like. She takes a fork full and tastes it. Fuck me. It tastes like what she imagines Gaz tastes' like. Fucking Heaven. She moans, doesn't mean to but the food is euphoric. She hasn't had anything decent in two years. Slop and molded food that only kept her alive and never fed.

"I'll take 'at as a yes." The men are all smiling. Watching her eat being the first step in a long recovery.

Sarah listens to the boys talk as she eats. Her dad chiming in with facts and stories. She finished her first bowl and got another, just listening and watching the people around her. How normal it was. Conversations not pertaining to murders, rape, or torture. How it felt to sit and eat and not be gawked at or have things thrown at you. What it was like to not have food used as a bargaining chip. She enjoyed food before. Loved to try new things. Sushi, BBQ, pasta, anything. The only reason she was as small as she was, was because of her training. Russia had ruined it. Took away the love and smothered it. She ate only because her body screamed for it. Had done horrible nasty things for scraps. Allowed herself to fade to the black and whatever happen, happen. She'd forgotten what it was like to be human. To talk and eat and relax. Relaxing was still far away but this, this was nice. She was safe, fed, clothed, and happy. Maybe happy? Wasn't sure what that was anymore.

"Do you remember Rabbit?" Head snaps up as she hears her pet name. Cheeks flaming as she realizes she's missed the whole conversation.

"Hop away did we?" Price is smiling, no anger or malice in her voice. He's asking her if she's okay without making it a spectacle. She gives a quick nod and looked down to take a bite. Failure. It's loud and in her ear. She jumps, head whipping around to face nothing. She doesn't clock the eyes on her. No, she's too focused on the loud sounds in her head. Whore. It's across the room. Shape dark and standing taller than her. Face clouded in mist, swirling around. It's speaking to her. Useless. She crinkles her napkin. Worthless. Scoots her chair out. Traitor. Standing she goes to run. The thing closer now. Russian garbage. Used like the whore you are. She's running before it finishes it's sentence. Footsteps pounding behind her, she goes to hide in her room. Sobbing she's in the closet in seconds. Hit's the back and crawls into the corner. The clothes concealing her from view. Hands over her ears she rolls herself into a ball. The voices in her head getting louder and louder. Someone's banging on her cell door. The guards are trying to get in. They're gonna hurt her, tear her clothes again and try to touch her. Her team is gonna find her though, no man left behind. They'd promised.

"Sarah!" Her name is strange agaisnt her ears. She curls tighter and sobs louder. There's a loud noise and some light. They've found her. They're gonna kill her. Sarah is screaming, loud and hoarse.

"Flower, c'mre." Hands are coming towards her, rough and calloused. Hands that have held a gun. Sarah screams louder, begging for help. Feet kicking as she attempts to crawl away. Her side still aching from the last guard.

"Price!" The person behind the one trying to grab her is built just like the one below. The light behind him casting a shadow. She's praying her team finds her soon, terror racing through her veins.

"Move, she can't see our faces." The shadow is gone and suddenly she sees her tormentor. Brown eyes. She knows those eyes. Dean. She reaches out to him. Tears soaking through her uniform.

"You found me." Why is her voice so gruff? And she's wrapping her arms around his neck. Clinging to the man she'd spent years bunked beside. "You saved me." She's being picked up, carried to safety.

"We found you. You're safe, flower." Flower? No, raven. Her name is raven, Dean came up with it. She's set on something soft and pulls back confused. The face she sees is not Dean's, no but it is familiar. Flower. Someone else calls her that. Someone with a skull mask. Her fingers touch the baklava. She catches those eyes again and notices the difference in them to Dean's. Instead of gold she sees chocolate. Deep and smooth. Those eyes did save her, they carried her away from the horrible pain. Her lip quivers and shes shaking.

"Ghost?" Voice so low he almost misses it. Hands on her face he nods. She leans into those hands.

"Right 'ere. Haven't left you." He can see the tension in her bones. She's wound so tight she could snap. She looks over his shoulder to the other boys watching, her father in front.

"I'm - so-rry." She hiccups. Ghost is shushing her, hands holding her to him.

"No, don't do 'at." He throws a look over his shoulder and her dad is there in a instant.

"Rabbit?" She nods. Doesn't know what to say. Refuses to tell him what happened. Instead she points to the bed.

"I wa-an-na sl-e-ep." It's broken but more than she'd said in years. Her father nods and kisses her head before rushing off down the hall. She catches the boys and tears well in her eyes again. She makes grabby hands and Gaz and Johnny join Ghost's side. Sarah holding each of their hands as she leans on Ghost's chest, breathing slowing down. She tenses for a second when she feels the dip in the bed, before instantly relaxing when Price's scent hits her nose. She's safe like this, boxed in by the only four men who'd not hurt her. Who'd only ever offered kindness and safety.

"You need to sleep, lovie. We can talk about tonight in the morning." Price is rubbing her hair, she can feel the exhaustion taking root as the adrenaline fades out. He's right, she's picking up that he usually might be. But she doesn't wanna be alone. She's been alone for two years. So she tugs on the hands and looks up.

"Not alo-ne." Gaz is tugging her hand away in a second, her eyes going wide and breathing picking up. He's leaving. Tears well up in her eyes until he takes her chin and shakes his head.

"Need to get ready for bed if I'm laying with you." She smiles as he kisses her head watching as he pulls away and goes to change.

"You wanna change too?" Ghost is turning her face up.

"Pl-e-ase."

"Course." He's in her closet right after leaving her to sit with Johnny and Price. Price who is still rubbing her hair, and shit, she could fall asleep like this.

"Gaz wins this round 'aye?" Johnny is joking, his need to always make people happy even in the worst of times. Sarah doesn't agree and instead tugs him closer.

"You t-oo-o." Her cheeks are crimson even asking. The idea taboo but she can't sleep alone. Not yet, not when she can still feel the cold of her cell in her bones. Johnny nods, because of course, he'd do anything she asks. "Cha-nge?" Johnny nods before he too exits. Ghost comes back with a pretty purple set that looks like a dream. Price gets up to leave.

"I'll leave you to it." Turns to say goodnight and she's already stripping. He freezes, not because she's naked but because she's naked. It's the first time he's seeing her clean and treated. Her wounds and scars on full display. He catches sight of a nasty scar on her side. He doesn't mean to stare, doesn't even know hes walked closer until he's brushing his fingertips agaisnt the scar. She freezes for a split second before looking at him, gauging his reaction. She expects disgust or pity, but instead finds anger? She leans away and he finally notices her face. Shame. "No, never. You 'ave nothin to be shamed about? No ones angry at 'ya. We're mad at what happened, at the people who did it. Never you." Ghost slips the shirt over her head and pushes her into Price who hugs her. Squeezes her and places a kiss on her head.

"Get some sleep. Long day tomorrow." She nods and nuzzles into Ghost's black hoodie. Gaz is back, slipping in behind her and grabbing her arm. She allows him to pull her into the bed, slipping under the blanket and making room for Johnny. Johnny who is only in a thin pair of sleep pants. Sarah looks away, hoping he doesn't notice her red cheeks.

"Better watch out, Johnny snores." She giggles and she curls into Gaz, grateful for the warmth. Johnny scoffs as he scoots close to her and slips a arm over her hips.

"Speak for yourself." Gaz laughs and Sarah can feel the vibrations in his chest. Its calming somehow. Johnny kisses her head and nuzzles into her back, his breath warming her neck. Its comfortable, being touched like this. She knows she doesn't have to worry about them hurting her. They actually care for her and wanna see her thrive. And here wrapped in both of them she knows she's safe. She can sleep and not worry about waking up to hands around her throat or thighs. This is relaxing, she realizes. Wrapped up and warm. Both boys breathing evenly and holding her. She slips off thinking how this is her version of home.

Johnny does in fact snore. Extremely loudly at that. But she's fully rested, the sun dim through the curtains. Gaz is gone, must have gotten up earlier. She curls closer to Johnny, his warmth on the verge of easing her back to sleep. And she would've too, if Johnny hadn't slung his arm over her chest and squeezed, nuzzling into her back. It cuts off her air supply and she has to slap at Johnny. Clawing at the fat of his arm, pinching him.

"So-oap." He moves a bit. "So-o-oap!" A little louder. "Soap!" That's it. He's up in a instant. Eyes finding her and helping her sit up.

"What is it lassie?" She giggles a little. He's cute. Mohawk a mess, dried drool on his chin and sleep in his eyes. "What?"

"Cute." She squeeze's his cheek for added effect. "Yo-ur lo-ou-d. Squi-sh-ed me." Johnny blushes. Sarah smiles and snuggles into his chest, nudging his arms out of her way. The light hair tickling her cheek. She sits there and listens to his heartbeat. The rhythmic thump, thump, thump quieting the voices. Johnny rubs her hair as he hums some old song his mum used to sing to him. Sits there for as long as she wants, her touch calming his nerves. Easing away the terror he felt last night.

"Oi! You're awake." Gaz is still in sleep clothes but looks wide awake. He climbs in beside her and kisses her head that is still pressed to his friends chest. "Sleep good?" She hums in response.

"Sn-ore l-ou-d." He chuckles and smacks Johnny's arm.

"Told ya' mate." Johnny is grumbling.

"Can't 'elp it!" Sarah chuckles and pry's herself off him. Her eyes staring into the sparkling blue of Johnny's. She rubs her nose agaisnt his, causing him to shiver and nip at her own.

"C'mere. You're dad made French toast." She happily climbed out of the bed and into Gaz's waiting arms. Mention of her dads favorite breakfast food causing her stomach to growl.

Breakfast is simple and no one asks questions about last night. Letting her eat and wake up. Ghost gives her a cup of coffee, gawking as she dumps sugar and milk in it. Grumbling about "coffee is black" and "already too fukin' sweet". She just giggles and sit back beside Price and her dad. Almost moaning once again when the toast first touches her tongue. Memories of Sunday mornings and laughter bubbling up. Tears come to her eyes when she first takes a sip of coffee. The warmth is brings reminding her of her mom, the coffee she'd make her every morning. She take a second, closes her eyes and lets herself actually feel. The ache from losing her and from not having her when she needs her the most. Price catches it, catches everything really. It is his job after all. He takes her knee under the table. Three light taps to let her know its okay. That she's okay. And she taps back. Giving him a smile when she opens her eyes. Thankful for his understanding.

"I'm gonna head back home today." She stares at her father. Shock in her eyes. Maybe a little hurt too.

"Why?" Ghost grunts it out, going between looking at him and watch Sarah for a reaction. All she does is a slight dip in her shoulders.

"I can do more from there then I can here. Last night was proof I'm not capable of properly helping. And I feel I'm only in the way here." She looks away. Out the back door and into the forest. The sun shining bright. She wants to feel the warmth. So she promptly gets up and walks out the door. Letting it shut behind her. There's a lawn chair not to far from the patio in front of a fire pit. She sits down and brings her knees to her chin. Turning her head up she closes her eyes and just basks in the warmth. The sunshine bright even agaisnt her closed eyes. She evens her breathing and tightens her hold on her legs. The burning in her throat the sign tears are coming. She can feel the person before they speak, but doesn't open her eyes. Knowing if she does she's gonna break.

"Your mom was sick before you were born." He doesn't try and touch her. Just speaks. "Her childhood was rough and her time in the Marines gave her enough problems. I didn't quite understand until it was too late. She'd disappear in her head for weeks at a time. Found her with a razor a couple times, nothing too serious. She stopped after a while, though she was getting better. You were born and she seemed so happy.  We both were. You were the light of our lives. Around your second birthday it got bad again. She would go to bed and just lay there. I'd find you in your crib, playing with the air. I tried to talk to her and help but it just didn't work. When you were two years old you walked in on her cutting words into her arms. I went to look for you and found you crying at her feet, your little hands bloody. You were asking her why she was doing it. I took you and cleaned you up, put you to bed. Then I went and called nine-one-one. She was gone for two days before coming back. I tried to get her help. But I wasn't enough. I lost your mother because of that, and I refuse to lose you for the same reason." Sarah chokes back a sob, allowing herself to fall into her fathers arm and cry.

"Mis-s her." He rubs her head, nodding with her.

"I do too. But she loved you. She may have had her problems but you brought her so much joy." She breaks harder at that. "I can't wait until you come home. But I know you are safe here. I trust you with these men more than you being home. They care for you, I can see it. I love you and want for you to be happy."

"Lo-ve y-ou dad." She knows when he's leaving, feels herself being handed off. Smells Price's musk and cries even harder. Knowing he was leaving to keep her safe.

"C'mere sweet girl. I've got ya'." She clutches onto him, sobbing into his chest as he rubs her hair and whispers in her ear.

[violetduchess]

Soulmates Headcanons 3

Summary: You are the soulmate of the Obey Me! boys.

Characters: Leviathan, Belphagor, Simeon

CW: None

Notes: I just now notices I hit 100 followers. As a treat I'll do a double upload. Thank you all so much!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Current]

Leviathan

Leviathan had never been one to believe in love at first sight. In fact, he had never really been interested in anyone beyond his anime and games. That was until you came along. The moment he laid eyes on you, he felt something stir within him, something he had never felt before. It wasn't until he saw the words on his wrist that he realized what it was: you were his soulmate.

- The moment you arrived in the Devildom, Leviathan was the first one to see you. He was both excited and nervous to meet you, unsure of how to approach you without scaring you off.

- At first, Leviathan kept his distance, watching you from afar and trying to get a sense of who you were. He would spend hours holed up in his room, playing games and pretending not to care, but secretly thinking about you all the while.

- Eventually, Leviathan couldn't resist any longer. He started to make small talk with you, asking about your interests and trying to find common ground. He was surprised at how easy it was to talk to you, and how much he enjoyed your company.

- Leviathan was determined to impress you, even if it meant stepping outside of his comfort zone. He started to take an interest in your hobbies, watching movies and reading books that you recommended. He even tried to cook for you, although the results were often disastrous.

- Over time, Leviathan grew more and more attached to you. He found himself daydreaming about you and your future together, imagining all the adventures you would have. He knew that he wanted to be with you forever, and he hoped that you felt the same way.

- One day, Leviathan found the courage to tell you how he felt. He took you to his room and nervously explained that he was his soulmate, and that he had been pining for you ever since you arrived in the Devildom.

- To his relief, you felt the same way. You had been drawn to Leviathan from the moment you met him, and you were thrilled to discover that you were meant to be together. The two of you shared a sweet, tender moment, as you held hands and looked into each other's eyes.

- Leviathan was over the moon with happiness, and he couldn't wait to start your life together as soulmates. He was determined to be the best partner he could be, and to support you in all your endeavors. With you by his side, he knew that anything was possible.

Belphagor

Belphagor, the Avatar of Sloth, had always been content with his life in the Devildom. He spent most of his time sleeping, after all, and he didn't really see the need for anything else. That is, until he met you.

You were the human who had been summoned to the Devildom, and from the moment Belphagor laid eyes on you, he knew that you were something special. Here are some headcanons of what it would be like for Belphagor to meet his soulmate, who happens to be you:

- At first, Belphagor would be confused by the sudden jolt of electricity that he feels when he first sees you. He's never felt anything like this before, and it takes him a moment to realize that it's because you're his soulmate.

- Belphagor would be hesitant to approach you at first, unsure of how you would react to him. After all, he's the Avatar of Sloth, and most humans tend to see demons as scary or intimidating. But something about you draws him in, and eventually he works up the courage to talk to you.

- You and Belphagor would bond over your shared love of sleeping. He'd be amazed by how easily you fall asleep, even in the midst of chaos in the Devildom. And when he learns that you're a lucid dreamer, he's even more impressed.

- Belphagor would be protective of you, even though he's not the most assertive demon in the Devildom. He'd hate to see anyone hurt you, and he'd do everything in his power to keep you safe.

- You and Belphagor would have a lot of lazy days together, just lounging around and enjoying each other's company. You'd fall asleep together, curled up in a warm pile of blankets, and Belphagor would love feeling your breathing against his chest.

- Belphagor would be surprised by how much he enjoys spending time with you outside of sleeping. You'd introduce him to new foods and activities, and he'd love watching you get excited about them.

- As your relationship deepens, Belphagor would become more and more open with you. He'd tell you about his fears and insecurities, things that he's never shared with anyone before. And you'd listen, holding him close and reassuring him that everything is okay.

- Belphagor would be amazed by your strength and resilience. You're a human in a world of demons, and yet you never seem to back down or give up. He'd admire your determination, and he'd do everything in his power to support you.

- When Belphagor finally confesses his feelings to you, it would be a sleepy, lazy moment, just like so many others you've shared together. He'd tell you how much he cares for you, how he wants to protect you and keep you safe, and how he can't imagine his life without you in it.

- You and Belphagor would fall asleep together that night, holding each other close, and you'd both know that you've found something truly special in each other.

Simeon

As Simeon's eyes fell upon you, the human summoned to the Devildom, he felt a strange sensation in his chest. He knew instantly that you were his soulmate, the one he had been waiting for all his life.

- Simeon is initially in shock when he meets you, as he never thought that he would meet his soulmate. He feels a sense of wonder and amazement at the sight of you, feeling as though he is seeing something truly miraculous.

- Despite his shock, Simeon is quick to compose himself and greet you with a warm smile. He introduces himself politely and offers to show you around the Devildom, eager to get to know you better.

- As Simeon spends more time with you, he finds himself drawn to your kind and gentle nature. He is impressed by your bravery and resilience, as you adapt to life in the Devildom with remarkable ease.

- Simeon finds himself wanting to protect you, to keep you safe from the dangers of the Devildom. He offers to accompany you on your adventures, using his powers to shield you from harm and guide you through difficult situations.

- As Simeon and you grow closer, he begins to open up to you about his past and his struggles. He tells you about his time as an angel and how he came to be in the Devildom, sharing his hopes and fears with you.

- Simeon is a romantic at heart, and he loves to do sweet and thoughtful things for his soulmate. He writes you poetry and brings you flowers, always looking for ways to make you feel special and loved.

- Despite his gentle nature, Simeon can be fiercely protective of his soulmate. If anyone tries to harm you or make you feel uncomfortable, he will step in and defend you with all his might.

- Simeon also loves to teach you about the Devildom and its many wonders. He takes you to see beautiful sights and introduces you to interesting demons, always eager to share his knowledge with you.

- Simeon is a patient and kind teacher, always willing to help you learn and grow. He encourages you to pursue your interests and passions, supporting you in all your endeavors.

- Above all, Simeon cherishes his soulmate and is grateful for the bond they share. He loves you deeply and would do anything to make you happy, knowing that you are the missing piece of his soul that he has been searching for all his life.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

[natasha-in-space]

HIIIIIIIII DARLING

I'm sorry my hyperactive squirrel brain is excited to request because mystic messanger has been occupying my brain.

Anyways since your requests are open I was thinking

Zen X reader confession??? Like Zen confessing to reader,how he would do it and blablabla (also if it's possible without any spoilers for the story since I'm on the 10th day rn so y'now)

Anyways eat well and don't forget to drink (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

Thank you, dear anon! I hope you stay hydrated and eat well just as much. I had a lot of fun writing out your request! So much so that I decided to go with Zen's POV as well as your own. I hope you enjoy it :)

Zen was a hopeless romantic.

Perhaps it was just a side effect of all the exciting romance plots he always enjoyed acting out throughout his career, or maybe it was a natural part of who he was as a person. If you would ask him this directly, he wouldn't really know how to answer. Maybe, it was a combination of both. He longed for a meaningful connection with someone from a very early age, even if it wasn't necessarily romantic at the time. Songs and musicals gradually opened up his eyes to such an enormous array of breathtaking stories, full of people caring and loving ond another in so many difficult ways, both romantic as well as platonic... Something he couldn't really experience in his own home life. It was only natural for him to eventually start fantasizing about something similar on his own.

But, even despite all that... He never expected to fall for you so fast and so hard. The butterflies in his stomach he would have to deal with whenever he opened up the messenger as soon as he woke up and wondered whether or not he will see you there... how nice it would be to talk to you first thing in the morning, and how much he wanted to ask you about your plans for the day. The ticklish warmth blooming in his chest so breathtakingly whenever you would ask him about his day in turn, such genuine excitement felt in your sweet voice as he would talk to you over the phone in between his rehearsals... In fact, he got in trouble with his manager a few times already for always sneaking off to talk to you. He had no regrets. The many daydreams he would mull over in his own head as he ran his usual evening laps around his neighborhood... Thinking of how wonderful it would be to share his evening routine with you by his side. Would you two bicker like an old married couple? Or, maybe you'll stick together like glue? He couldn't help but want to find out.

It was all pretty dizzying to deal with already, in the best way possible, of course. It's been so long since he experienced the exciting feeling of falling in love.

But, when you showed up at his apartment? All worried for him of all people? He came to the realization that he was too deep to swim back out. Not like he wanted to, anyways. No matter how depressed and discouraged he would become, deep down, he knew he didn't want to let you go. You were the warm ray of sunlight he longed for. You supported him, you respected him, you encouraged him, and...

God, he hoped you would love him.

He made an effort to keep his sentimental heart under control for now. He wanted to be a proper gentleman to you! He wanted to take things nice and slow with you. Not to mention the scandal weighing down on his career currently, making his future rather unstable at best. You deserved someone who could provide for you and care for you... You deserved someone with a stable future. It wouldn't feel right for Zen to confront you with his feelings when he couldn't give you anything in return. At least, that's how he viewed it.

That is until he had to rush in to save you from that damn hacker.

Zen was aware of the danger this world possessed. Hell, he went through so many dangerous situations in his not so long lifetime, he could easily write an entire book about it, if he put his mind to it. But, nothing could compare to the paralyzing fear he felt in his very soul at the prospect of you being in danger, and him being unable to do anything about it. It made him act out in a way he hadn't in a long time. He will probably apologize to Seven for outright screaming at him to provide him the address to Rika's apartment... after giving him a piece of his mind at the party, that is.

Knowing that you were safe and sound beside him was an overwhelming relief that words couldn't describe. It was so strong, that his legs nearly gave out from underneath him the moment you two got back to his apartment. Still, he did his best to appear strong. For you. So that you could rely on him.

But... there was something else, too.

After almost losing you like that, he realized that he couldn't wait until the right moment to confess his feelings for you. Now, he knew more than ever, just how precious you became to him in a short amount of time that you have spent with him. And, truth is, he didn't want to hold back on his feelings anymore. You told him that he deserved to be selfish sometimes... So, as the day slowly faded into night, he gathered all his courage and paddled over to the tiny kitchen, where you resided currently.

"...Y/N?"

You were caught off guard and gasped as you whirled around to look at him with wide eyes. Damn it. He probably should have warned you first. You were probably still so shaken after everything that happened back at the apartment... He chastised himself internally before raising his hands up in the air to comfort you.

Well, no time like the present.

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"My bad, my bad! Didn't mean to startle you. You okay?" Zen watched you with a worried expression plastered all over his beautifully sculpted face. Seeing him there caused your head to fill up with various thoughts for some reason. So many things have happened in the span of just ten measly days. And yet, it felt like months have passed. Figuring out your own feelings amid all this chaos was practically impossible!

"I- Yes, sorry! I just got lost in my head for a moment there." You laughed it off awkwardly. It was peculiar. Zen was always gorgeous, such is his fate. You thought it was only natural for you to get just a little bit flustered in his presence, especially if it's just the two of you in an enclosed space. But, right now, he was rather disheveled. His long hair was tied up in a messy bun, a couple of locks falling over his face rather adorably, his clothes were wrinkled from all the running you two went through today, and his face looked stricken with worry. And yet, somehow, you felt even more drawn to him than ever. He almost sparkled in that cheap kitchen lighting, much to your embarrassment. You couldn't even write it off on the possible moonlight, because his apartment had no windows!

As you stood staring at him, Zen began speaking with a nervous expression. "Y/N, to tell you the truth, I... have decided something after everything that happened to us today."

"Oh?" Just hearing him mention the horrible events of today's morning made all the color drain from your face. What was he going to tell you? You honestly had no idea, but, for some reason, your anxious mind came up with all sorts of worrying options. You sure hoped he wouldn't make you go back to that apartment... You were honestly not above begging if it came down to it. The thought of returning there was too much to handle.

Your chest felt incredibly tight with worry as you waited for him to continue with bated breath. Zen took a deep breath and then raised his piercing gaze back at you, making your heart skip a beat. And it wasn't due to the anxiety this time around. "What I want to say... is my true feelings. I know I already made it obvious that I like you, but... I want to say it properly this time around. I love you."

"Uh-" A small squeak slipped passed your lips as your breath got stuck in your throat. Did you hear him wrong, maybe? Did he... Did he really... So, you tried to pull yourself together and clarify. No reason to freak out just yet! "I... Did I... Did I hear that right? You... love me?"

"Yes, you heard it all precisely right. I love you, Y/N. As a person. As a partner. I love you." He didn't even hesitate. He spoke with confidence, his words were clear and loud enough for you to hear everything.

You could feel yourself freezing up again, the heat rushing to your cheeks before you could do anything to stop it. This was so different from the way you expected this conversation to go! Here you were, worrying about him sending you back to Rika's apartment, but instead he... confessed his love to you!? Amidst all the ticklish feelings of infatuation, came the feeling of great relief, making your shoulders slump forward.

Zen continued, carefully watching your reaction as he spoke. "I know that this is an inconvenient time for something like this. I know that the prospect of being with me in a romantic sense may be very stressful for you. But, please let me say this to you anyway. Y/N... I love you. I think... I think I fell for you even before we met face-to-face."

Zen's tender gaze made your legs feel weak from the intensity of his gaze. The eagerness in his beautiful ruby eyes conveyed more than even a thousand words ever could. He loved you. That's what his eyes told you. There was no doubt about it.

"You have always been so... genuinely supportive of me. You told me that I... that I am inspiring to you, both inside and out. You never saw me as just my looks. You never once doubted me during this recent scandal. Even when I doubted myself. You believed in me when no one else did. You... You don't know just how much you saved me." He smiled at you, and yet, it almost looked like he was about to tear up. He looked at you as if you were the most valuable thing in the entire universe at this moment. And the implications of that made your heart race even more than it already did, if that was even possible. Before you could reply in any way, though, he continued. "...I love your smile. I love how you always look straight at me and accept me as I am, even when I was at my weakest. I love you, Y/N. Because you saw me as who I am. I never knew someone could become so special to me in such a short amount of time, but... it's you, Y/N. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Zen..." Seeing all the emotion flowing through his eyes, and hearing him pour out his heart to you like this truly made you feel lightheaded. You were happy, but it wasn't due to his appearance. Oh, you were so unbelievably happy. And on the brink of crying, too. You were so relieved that he did not plan on sending you away, but you were even more relieved that...

The fact that you were also in love with Zen brought you relief. No other reason could be possible.

This conclusion was so natural, it was as simple as adding up 2 + 2. This was more than anything you've felt with him before. This was more than the ticklish sensations of surprise or embarrassment... You were just so incredibly happy. Giddy, even. The only thing that was left for you to do was to express it.

You accomplished it. Without even thinking, you reached for him and took hold of his sleeve, stopping him before he was about to go on with his words. In hindsight, this was a bit awkward, but you didn't care. Zen's eyes widened a little as he looked at you, awaiting your next move. "Y/N?"

But, unfortunately, you were at a loss for words. While Zen had too much to say, you couldn't form a single word, even as your chest was practically vibrating from all the feelings of affection and happiness stacked within it. You and Zen just stared at one another for a moment or two, nothing but the buzzing sound of his freezer breaking through the silence. Even though you knew you loved him back, you couldn't find the right words to tell him. Was there even any need for the right words? You didn't know. It was confusing. Confusing and so damn exciting at the same time.

You decided to go for it. Blurting out anything that would come to your frazzled mind. "Z-Zen, I- Me too! I mean- Love. I love you, too. That's what I mean."

That was not awkward at all. You couldn't suppress a stupid laugh as you realized just how embarrassingly high-pitched your voice sounded. God, you were such a mess. Regardless, you continued on. In some weird way, you messing up so terribly at first made it easier to just be honest from then on.

"Sounds like a dream come true, my prince/ss". He murmured in return. And, before you could even think about it, he gently cupped your cheek, making your breath hitch. "...Can I kiss you?"

"Wait, no. That didn't come out right. What I'm trying to say is... I am so, so happy to hear you say all of these things... And I don't care about the timing, or your career, or the scandal, or anything at all. I mean- No, I do care, just- Agh, you get what I mean!" This time, Zen chuckled along with you, making your stomach fill up with butterflies at the sweet sound of it. With a happy smile, he nodded along and looked at you expectedly. This made you forget all about your reservations or nerves at once. You felt comfortable, relaxed. "What I'm trying to say here is... I want to be by your side. Supporting you. Loving you. And... And being loved by you. Does that sound okay?"

How could you refuse that?

[nightfang22]

The Norski and the Themby-Chapter One

A/N:I hope you all enjoy and keep in mind that I wrote this fic a very long time ago so I apologize if it's poorly written haha!I really like that this gives me the opportunity to compare my previous writing to my current writing!Remember to comment down below any thoughts so I can tweak future chapters because I'd love to continue this fic!And I'd like to give a special thank you to all of my kind followers and mutuals who like my writing!Especially my best friend @p34ch-tr33 who inspires me to continue what I do.I love you all!

Warnings:None

Pairing:Tord x OC

Word Count:2.5k

  I had just transferred to a new school in London. I dad got a really nice job offer that he couldn't possibly refuse. It was I first day. I was 16. My name is Lyric Aries. And I was a complete social pariah. No matter the school, no matter the people, no matter the country. I never seemed to have any friends. It probably doesn't help that I'm originally from Amsterdam. As in, the Netherlands. I mostly just spoke Dutch with my mom and older brother, Frost. Frost was 17. He had short, jet black hair like my mom but striking crystal blue eyes like me. He also shared the pale skin. For people who never used cars and were outdoors biking all the time, we both sure were pale. Unlike our mother, of course, who had gorgeous olive-toned skin and chocolate brown eyes. Our father on the other hand, was deeply tanned with your same striking blue eyes and hazelnut brown hair. Our father was Cuban. He mostly spoke Spanish but learned Dutch over the years to win over our mother's heart.

  Pulling on my hoodie and grabbing my bike helmet, I exit my room for breakfast. Today would be my first day of "secondary" school, as they called it. I hate to admit it, but I was slightly hopeful. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Perhaps I were worried for nothing. I hopped down the stairs, helmet in hand, and greeted my parents with a kiss on the cheeks. "Hola, Papi. Hallo, Moeder." My brother, Frost, cleared his throat to get my attention. He was pointing at his cheek expectantly and chuckling as I gave him a Goedemorgen kus. We sat around the table and I dug into my bowl of grapes and blueberries. "Ben je enthousiast voor school?" ("Are you excited for school?")  My mother asked. I simply nodded with a mouth full of fruit as I cleared my plate into the sink. "Bye!" I yelled, grabbing my messenger bag and hopping on my bike. We didn't use cars in Amsterdam. Why start now? I heard gravel kick up behind me which could only mean that Frost was trailing behind me to school. My palms were sweaty and my legs shook as I pushed the petals faster and faster. I skidded to a stop in the school's parking lot. I had to do my very best to use English while at school. That wasn't going to be easy since no one in my family spoke English fluently. My mom and brother spoke Dutch and my father spoke Spanish. I gulped as I locked my bike onto the bike rack. I waited patiently for Frost to pull up beside me. It wouldn't be hard for him to make friends here. He was nice and pretty in the way that most boys weren't. He was also very tall. He was a good 7 inches taller than me. I only stand at 5'7".

Once Frost pulled up next to me and locked in his bike, we walked to the doors together with our arms linked. I had a very loving and supportive relationship with my brother. He was my best friend. Well, aside from my actual best friend Lena of course. Lena and I are only online friends. We've never met in person yet. I came back down to reality from my daydream to realize that Frost was holding the door open for me. "Na jou?" ("After you?") I smiled and nodded. We both knew very little English so it was just easier to talk to each other in our native tongue. We approached the office where a pretty lady with blonde hair and librarian glasses was looking at us with a smile. She stood and greeted us rather loudly. "You two must be our new students. I'm Caroline. The school's secretary." We shook her hands. "Your schedules are in English. Is that okay?" She slowly spoke nodding at us for approval like we were slow in the head. This confused me. Speaking a language I don't understand slower doesn't make me understand it. I soon realized she was being offensive. This angered me. As I began to roll up my sleeve, Frost put a hand on my shoulder and smiled at her, nodding and taking the papers. He turned me around and back into the hallway. Handing me my schedule after scanning it, he said, "Het lijkt erop dat we maar één lunch en één les samen hebben. Komt het goed met je?" ("It looks like we only have lunch and one class together. Are you going to be okay by yourself?") I bit my lip, looking down at the terrifying piece of paper. I could only nod as my throat constricted. Frost gave me a tight squeeze and went off to his first class of the day.

 I took a deep breath, attempting to calm myself. My first class was…civics? I think that is some sort of history class. I start glancing around at the doors looking for the matching numbers to the class. '102…102…102…102!' I found it. I slipped in quietly just before the bell rang. I looked around at all of the people around me. They all spoke such fluent English. I didn't know where to sit or if there were assigned seats. Just then, the teacher noticed me standing there and grabbed the class's attention. "Everyone! Please quiet down. We have a new student in our year today. This is Lyric Aries and she's-" I cut the teacher off. "They." That's right folks. I'm nonbinary. The teacher gave me a questioning look. "Excuse me?" I looked at her. "They. Mijn pronouns are they/them. Ik ben nonbinary." I stated simply. She looked taken aback by my statement and interruption of her speaking. She continued, "Anyway, this is Lyric Aries and they will be joining us for the year. Please be kind. Lyric, you can have a seat next to Thomas over there." I looked around the room at where she was pointing. There was a boy in the front by the door. He had rather pointy hair and a blue hoodie on. He also had… black eyes? Well, okay then. I nodded and walked towards him as his head shot up at the sound of my bag dropping on the floor next to him. He smiled awkwardly and waved. I returned the gesture. Were those braces? 'Cute.', I thought as I turned my attention to the teacher. Class droned on for a bit. It was sort of hard to keep up what with having to flip through my translation tablet every few seconds to figure out words. As I was looking for the word government in my tablet, a crumbled ball of paper was tossed onto my desk. I looked over at Thomas with quizzical and curious eyes. He smiled and nodded at the paper ball. It took me a few moments to carefully unfold it without any tears. I scanned the words on the page while picking out the ones I understood. I held up a finger at him while I translated the message into a language I could understand. Once I was done, the message read, 'Hi, I'm Tom. You're new here, yeah? Where are you from?' I smiled at the note and then directed my toothy grin at him. I began scribbling in rapid fire Dutch. 'Ik kom uit Amsterdam.' (I'm from Amsterdam) Realizing that he wouldn't be able to understand it seeing as how he was an English speaker, I quickly translated and rewrote my message before handing it off to him in traditional ball form as he had done for me. Just as he was about to write a response, the teacher cleared her throat and walked over to us. "Thomas, you know the rules. No note passing in class. Give it here." She took the note from his fingers and scanned over it. "Well, since you two seem to be getting pretty chummy, I'm sure you won't mind being Lyric's guide for the remainder of the day then." I was about to object but Tom interjected with a nod. The teacher seemed satisfied with that and went back to teaching, leaving the note on his desk. He sneakily tossed it back to me. 'I'd love to show you around if you'd like. You could sit with me and my friends at lunch?' I grinned from ear to ear and nodded eagerly.

Tom and I walked down the halls together. "Can I see your schedule?" He asked. I tilted my head to the side, perplexed. He pointed to the paper in my hands. My eyes widened in understanding as I nodded, handing him the paper. I watched silently as his onyx orbs scanned the page. His lips quirked up in an awkward metallic smile. "We have all the same classes together!" I smiled excitedly. That was one of the only sentences I understood in English. We continued our day like that, him showing me to classes and us sitting together, until lunch rolled around. I had brought my lunch, mostly because I didn’t particularly care for anything besides my dad's Cuban cooking. Tom looked over to a table and spotted a group of boys whom I had assumed were his friends. "There! My friends! C'mon, you can sit with us." He motioned for me to follow him, making sure that I understood what he was indicating with his hand motions. Being around all English speakers was hard. I followed him to the table where the three other boys sat. They each wore a different colored hoodie and one of them wore a…suit jacket?...over his purple hoodie. "Guys, this is Lyric. They're new here so I thought that they could sit with us." This caught the attention of the one in the green hoodie who was drinking a can of what appeared to be some sort of cola and the one who had the suit jacket/hoodie combo. "Hi! I'm Edd and this is Matt", he pointed to the ginger who made the fashion statement, "and that's Tord." He pointed to the boy with the red hoodie and devil horn-like hair. I smiled at this. I peered closely at the book he was reading. It looked like some sort of manga for an anime. I simply waved. "Ik ben Lyric." Edd and Matt looked at me with confused faces. "Lyric speaks very little English." Tom supplied. This is what caught Tord's attention. "Where are you from?" He asked. He had a very alluring accent. It was clearly Norsk. I racked my brain on how to say it in English so they would understand. "I'm from Neverland." I said, feeling rather proud of my English usage to what I had hoped would be my new friends. The boys all burst into laughter. Tom patted me on the shoulder. "Lyric, I believe that you meant The Netherlands. Not Neverland." He chuckled. I blushed a bright red and looked away, grumbling back in Dutch. "Hetzelfde." ("Same thing.") I decided to sit down and open my lunch box. That's when I noticed Frost walk into the cafeteria out of the corner of my eye. We made eye contact and I waved him over smiling. I tugged on Tom's blue hoodie sleeve. "Kan mijn broer bij ons zitten?" ("Can my brother sit with us?") Tom looked at me quizzically. "Huh?" Oh, right. He only spoke English.

As I was trying to translate my question into a language he could understand, Tord spoke up. "Zeker." ("Sure.") I widened my eyes at him and then smiled as I waved Frost over. "You speak Dutch?" I pronounced my English slowly and awkwardly which embarrassed me. Tord nodded. "A little. Is very close to Norsk." Frost sat next to me and looked around at everyone awkwardly. "Everyone, this is mijn broer Frost. Frost, this is Tom, Edd, Matt, and Tord." I pointed at each one of them in turn while smiling. "Hallo." He spoke confidently. "How do you know these people, Lyric?" Frost was a great deal better than me at English which didn't say much because he wasn't very good either. "Tom and I have all of the same classes and Edd, Matt, and Tord are friends with Tom." I spoke slowly and softly so I wouldn't slur or stumble on my words. This was harder than I thought it was going to be. He simply nodded as his response before digging into his tray. He wasn't as picky as I was so he elected to eat cafeteria food while I had Papi make my lunch. "What are you eating, Lyric? Its smells delicious!" Matt spoke up. I blushed a little out of nervousness. "Erm, shrimp quesadillas and empanadas with tortilla chips and homemade queso." I said softly while poking my lunch with a fork. "Veel spaans eten voor een beetje Nederlandse themby." ("Lots of Spanish food for a little Dutch themby.") Tord spoke up. It made me blush heavily that he went out of his way to speak in my native tongue for me. It felt so…intimate. So special. I shook off the thought and chalked it up to him just being a nice guy. Frost eyed him suspiciously. When Frost started to sneer I elbowed him in the stomach. "Ow!" I glared at him. "Wees aardig!" ("Be nice!") I turned my attention to Tord. "Mijn vader is Cubaans." ("My father is Cuban.") He smiled this pointy toothed grin. "Mag ik je agenda zien?" ("Can I see your schedule?") I nodded and slid the piece of crumpled paper across the table to him. He grinned from ear to ear as he looked over it. "We hebben onze tweede helft van de dag samen." ("We have our second half of the day together.") I blushed even harder and suppressed a giggle. There was something about this Norski that kept pulling at me. It made me want to be around him more. Much, much more. I bit my lip softly as I finished up my lunch. The bell soon rang signaling the end of lunch period. I gathered my books and hugged my brother farewell as I followed Tom to our next class. Sure enough, there sat Tord in the back of the class. Tom was seated at the front and I was once again put through the introductions. I was told to go and sit next to Tord because the front rows were filled. I made my way to the back of the class and looked over at Tord. He was smirking at me. I raised my eyebrow. "Ja?" ("Yes?") He lowly chuckled. "Je lijkt te worstelen met de Engelsen. Kan ik het je leren als je wilt?" ("You seem to struggle with the English. I could teach you if you want?") I bit my lip and looked down. I was kind of embarrassed that he'd noticed my lack of expertise in the English language. I looked up into his silver eyes. I slowly nodded as he slid a piece of paper onto my desk. It was his phone number. He sat forward and smirked at me from the corner of his eye. I tried my hardest to focus on the teacher but that was nearly impossible sitting next to Tord.

[varikvamp]

NSFW warning~ Sin ahead~

This is Shiro x Chubby Fem MC. I hope you guys enjoy ◇♡ this is a one shot and the others that are coming will be too. All characters from TaS as well @.@ as I've said before this game has taken over my life and become a hyper fixation. That's why there's so many posts about it. Anyway~♡ thank you for reading, and please do stay tuned for more one shots coming your way, of both Sinful delight and pure soft fluff! ◇◇

As a side note, I like to listen to music when I write, helps me focus. As I said last time a certain song came on my Playlist, and about 3 or 4 songs in this one Shake It by Metrostation came on... I had to put it on repeat xD

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Shiro never really thought he would end up this way. Sure, from the very moment he laid eyes on you he thought you were the cutest person he had ever seen. But he never imagined he would fall so hard, you had quite the impact on him and many others. He had also definitely taken note of many of those others having their eyes on you too. Sure it brought a tinge of jealousy to him, his mind going back to the first time an exception appeared because of the two of you. How you bravely kept going, and gave him the strength to move forward... your lips meeting...

It was only then he realized he was daydreaming in class and mentally scolded himself. All of that seemed like it happened so long ago. Luckily class was over though and Shiro gathered his thoughts as he stood only for arms to wrap around him from behind in a soft hug. He had come to expect this from you, but still the feeling of you pressed on him like this brought a flush to his cheeks. You then peeked out from behind him grinning. "Are we still studying tonight?" You asked cheerfully. Sure you took notice of the way Shiro looked at you, how he blushed when you got close. You also noticed how he would start daydreaming sometimes. You found all of it adorable. You would have thought that by now the male would have put it together that you were also interested.

Unfortunately Shiro also seemed to be a little dense sometimes. Staying in his head and being a cutie, getting embarrassed so easily and being shy sometimes. Oh how could you not want to tease him~ his response was a shy smile and a nod, the cute pink on his cheeks only making the gesture all the more sweet. He couldn't find proper words after all, lately something had been growing in his chest. Something he had been fighting off but you made it difficult.

And that something irritated him a little every time it came up. So he suppressed it. But that was getting harder to do..

Especially when you did something like this and then walked off with someone else. Shiro felt his brow twitch as he watched you...

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As you walked down the hall with your things to Shiros room you looked down at yourself. If Shiro wasn't going make the first move then you were. After buying these clothes you hadn't had a chance to wear them, so why not try them out now? A purple turtle neck and jeans paired with boots. It actually embarrassed you but you had on new underwear too. Why? What were you even expecting? Hell if you knew. All you knew was that when Shiro finally got out of his own head he was almost like a different person. You adored all of him, every part, you just wished he would let go more often, cause then he would see that you were actually flirting with him.

With a knock you stood outside his door and the sound of rustling came before the door opened. Of course he had on his uniform and when he finally looked at you, his eyes widened slightly as that pink came over his cheeks again. There was a moment of silence as Shiro took in what he saw. The sleeves were a little long, they covered half your hands, but the turtleneck fit you perfectly, the jeans were hugging your thighs perfectly, he was sure that also... Clearing his throat he let you in. The two of you found it better to study in Shiros room since it was difficult to anywhere else.

He watched as you made your way inside, going to the chair you always sat in and started setting up. And suddenly Shiro wasn't sure of how good an idea this was. But he shook his head and closed the door, walking over to his own seat and getting his things ready too. With that you two started. He helped with things you didn't quite get and if he had trouble with something you returned the favor.

But Shiro couldn't stop looking at you. Stealing glances, his eyes looking over you. Of course you noticed, but you waited. Then, when he was having trouble on a question but refused to ask you for help, you slid your chair over and purposely leaned on him, pushing yourself close. You felt him jump and his body start to tremble, his face going red. But you gave a sly grin and explained the solution to him. Not like he could focus with you so close. He felt his body getting hot, reacting to you.

"Hey? Shiro? Did you get all that?" You asked and he refused to look at you. That feeling was growing in his chest, the feeling of wanting to make you his and only his. His red face only edged you on. But Shiro on the other hand was at a loss. His mind had gone into hyper drive. That was obvious too. He spent several seconds like that until he heard the words,"Screw it." Leave your mouth. Before he could question it your lips were on his own. Surprise was evident, but the way his body shivered and tensed as well as hot... he count deny he wanted to kiss back. But he pulled away, still staying shy and hesitant. "What a-are you.. mff~" you cut him off with another kiss, your hands reaching for the back of his neck. Once they were there they ran down his shoulders, his arms, all the way to his hand that you grabbed and guided to your sides.

He couldn't process what was going on, how could he? All he knew was that feeling was bubbling up quickly. What was it? Something he never thought he was capable of that for sure. Some sort of possessive nature was hidden inside him. And it was clawing its way out slowly.

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How you two had ended up on the bed was beyond him, you were on Shiros lap, straddling him, those soft thighs feeling amazing pressed on him, that only added with how you were leaning on him, breast pressed on him. Currently his hands were on thick hips, trembling as he kissed you, your tongues moving together bringing shivers and soft moans from him. Your own hands had been busy, his blazer now open, and shirt shamelessly showing his upper body. Your clothes getting Disheveled, the turtleneck riding up and revealing skin. But Shiro was still holding back, his face showing that cute shyness you loved as he hesitated to touch anywhere. Your hands left his hair as you pulled from the kiss and grabbed his hand, leading it up to your breast. "Shiro, your allowed to touch too." He looked at you, red faced like he wasn't sure.

"We don't have to go THAT far, but as far as your comfortable with. I'm not even sure what I'm expecting from this." Your face was red now also, but also serious too. "I didn't even think this would happen honestly... My only plan was to have you finally realize that I've been eyeing you too."

"I... I... Don't know how far I want to go, but is this really OK?" You giggled a little only making him frown at you. "Sorry, yes it's fine. If it wasn't I wouldn't be here." You replied and felt Shiros body shift. His hands moved, the one on your breast still there but shakily started grabbing as other went under your shirt, feeling your back as it arched. The way you shivered at his touch, a sigh leaving your lips. One of your hands moved, the slightly longer sleeve covering most of it as your brought it to your face. You were allowing Shiro to explore where ever he wanted and the sight of you covering your face like that...

Shiro moved in, leaning close as he went to press his lips to your neck, but he was still unsure, he didn't want to hurt you. You could tell he just needed one more push. So you leaned into him, lips grazing his reddened ears. "I want you to~"

Shiro bit his lip, his body answering with a shiver followed by a moan. Then finally his lips landed on your neck, his hand fully groping the clothed breast as his other hand found the back of your head. You could still tell he wasn't sure but he was easing into it. His body relaxing and he started to get bolder. His tongue followed the vein there, Shiro felt you shiver and his eyes narrowed. He had you in his arms, this was feeding that new emotion in him. The hand groping your breast found a perked nipple and teased it, his gaze now on catching your reactions. The other one found its way to your rear end, that action made your body jerk. He pulled you close and that's when you felt the bulge he had. That made your body heat up.

It was only then your saw the look in Shiros eyes, you recognized it, only it was different somehow. It seemed more dangerous... almost possessive in a way.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

Moans could be heard in the room, from both you and Shiro. This ended in a way neither expected. He had you pinned under him, clothes were tossed on the floor. No, you hadn't gone all the way, but it was damn near close. You suggested using your thighs, since neither were ready for THAT. So you were bent over, Shiro moving steadily between your thighs. You felt every move and twitch. Somehow it felt like you were really doing it. But somewhere along the way Shiro reverted back to his usual shy self.. well sort of. The slight roughness and how he held onto you, plus how he now kissed every area he could even leaving small red marks with his teeth. But he still managed to ask if you were OK, or give soft tender touches. It was just the way he looked at you, how he held you and moaned your name. The sounds from your bodies were lewd. Shiros hands were in two places, one on thick hips that complemented his own perfectly when he moved, the other hand helping you stay in position.

Your body was flushed from the heat in the room, Shiro whispering sweet praises into your ear as his hips moved in a more erratic way, his breath becoming uneven. You moved with him, feeling something build up, tension as he seemed to get rougher, his voice sexy as it groaned against your neck. Shiro was in a mess of a state. He had fully accepted this new feeling he had been suppressing and finally listened to you. Now he knew that you were flirting, that you saw him the same way. He was happy. But still, he couldn't believe he was now between your thighs, getting off with you under him. He branded this into his memories. He barely heard you when you said you were close, that your body felt weird. In truth he was too, he felt it building up. With a few more quick movements he came first, the bed now a mess as was your stomach. Your hips were shaking, so close but not there yet. "I'm sorry~" He said gently then nipped at your ear.

You jumped when you felt his hand move between your legs. He remembered a lot from many of his classes, at one point in time he took a health and wellness class. He remembered the female body anatomy and was embarrassed that he recalled all this information. His hand found a certain spot that sent your body quivering as he rubbed it making you moan more. His blush was more then evident as he gulped. His free hand shifted you both a little, him opening your legs a bit. It was still slow, hesitant, him eyeing you to make sure you were OK. With his hand he could feel how wet it was in that area, and he realized he was the cause. He made you like this. Shiro was embarrassed, yes, but he couldn't leave you to finish yourself. So his fingers rubbed you, with in the next few minutes your body shook and tensed up, Shiros hand now soaked. As he looked at you his embarrassment grew. It was you who closed the distance and pulled the male into a shameless kiss.

~~~

The next day went like it normally would. But today you were supposed to hang out with Kengo for a bit. Well, you were going to spar with him. The entire time you felt someone's eyes on you watching you leave the Guild hideout. Looking back you saw Shiro who smiled when you looked at him. And you smiled back with a wink making him blush in that cute nerdy way he usually did. But once you looked away Shiros eyes narrowed a little.

Perhaps you shouldn't have pushed that side of him to the surface....

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Hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas and happy holidays!! ^w^

[rosykims]

hello! ✨

for the infamous ask meme -> band name, beginnings, bandmates, and lyrics! 🖤🖤🖤



thank u chloe !!!!!!!!!! apologies this is so long smh

band name: how did they and the others come up with the band name? has the name changed since it was founded? 

so tara’s band is called twiceshy – derived from the old saying ‘once bitten, twice shy’. it was originally an edgy joke between her and seven when they were freshmans, reference a traumatic experience tara had as a child wherein she was uh. mauled by a pitbull lol 💀 i like to think the name was actually the final puzzle piece in terms of her healing emotionally from that experience – she'd been through a lot of therapy over the years as a result obviously, and ended up coming out the other side with an ironic fondness for pitbulls and all misunderstood breeds in general. they even made their band icon a pitbull !  

since then she leans HEAVY into dog motifs in her writing because she vibes w the themes. her own defensiveness, her intense attachment to loved ones, her stubbornness, the tendency people have to not respect her as an aggressive animal when pushed . . . she relates ! and also being a woman in a male dominated metal scene.... shes been called a bitch a lot. so why not go all out with it lol 

beginnings: when and how did they know they wanted to be a professional musician? was there a deciding factor? 

seven was the deciding factor :( before she met him tara was aimless. she was a shy angry kid with no friends and no hobbies outside of writing embarrassing poetry in her textbooks during class and daydreaming. tara was the one who got sev into rock, but SEVEN was the one who introduced her to music and singing in general as an outlet. i don't think she even realized how talented a singer she was until he told her, bc she was so shy prior to meeting him. since then she's always pushed herself to be exceptional in her vocals and her writing bc she does feel like this is the closest thing she has to purpose. but then, even if she hated it (and she does honestly hate the idea of fame) she wouldve done it all anyway just to be close to seven forever.

bandmates: how do they feel about the members of the band? would they still be interested in stardom if they weren’t with that group?

hmmmm..... it's complicated atm? i think things are okay right now with the band, but tense ! they've been tense since The Vote, which tara vehemently objected to and still resents. i really sincerely hope there's a chance for mc to confront their bandmates over the decision, bc . . . yeah. she loves them all, but a part of her blames them for destroying her relationship and future with seven. since his exit she's coped by immersing herself the work and hyperfocusing solely on mastering the craft and pushing herself to her limits, bc she struggles to relate to them socially at the time being. but also.... unless she left the band to be with seven, there's no way she would leave them for greener pastures. she's more about "sharing art" than fame, and her anxiety couldn't handle being untethered from everyone she loves like that.

lyrics: what are some songs you associate with your character? any specific lyrics that really scream your character?

saint bernard by lincoln for that sick dog motif ofc. tara's got so many similar lyrics like that and the majority are about seven. lol.

alternatively happy song by bring me the horizon reminds me of her relationship with music/performing in general. she has such intense social anxiety offstage, but the nature of her genre (heavy metal lol) helps her circumnavigate that fear and absolutely RAGE on stage. it's a great outlet and the one part of being a public facing figure that she enjoys.

[salsakiyoomi]

Hi!! Congrats on 1k followers, your blog theme is super gorgeous <3

Could I please get a matchup for stranger things?

My persona -

Personality - It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do, but I'm deathly afraid of failure and disappointing the people I love. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! I also daydream a lot and I can get lost in my own world for hours. I can be quite dramatic and stubborn and I tend to be withdrawn and distant at times. I get frustrated easily and I'm quietly competitive. My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

Zodiac - taurus!

Ideal type and Favorite trope - best friends to lovers!!! I'm obsessed with having a person just be your person throughout your life. Someone who knows you inside out, gets you better than anyone else, has seen the best and the worst parts of yourself, someone you're completely comfortable and at ease with, someone you know and trust blindly. idk, I just love the idea very much 😭😭

Favorite season - definitely fall

Hobbies- I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! I really enjoy dressing up and playing around with makeup.

Thank you very much! I'm very sorry if this got too long, I got carried away 😭 can't wait to explore more of your blog, your Miguel x reader was a delight <3

Congrats once again on your milestone, I hope you have a lovely day ❤️

HONEYMOON MATCHUP WITH : EDDIE MUNSON

— honeymoon

eddie has always loved you, since the moment you saved him from those stupid bullies in second grade, even though the two of you got beat up — you still asked him if he was okay, and of course he said yes, he was amazed by how brave you were back then and how you stood up for him, a kid you've never met before and one who had a reputation for being a freak — nevertheless, ever since that moment, the two of you stuck together like glue, and you grew up to be close friends, or maybe something more than just friends — not that eddie would ever go over that line.

it started in second year of highschool when eddie realized he might've felt something more for you than just regular friends — which was weird because you never expressed anything that said you were interested in him like that — ignoring the way you usually hugged him too tightly or the sloppy kisses you placed on his cheeks, at first it was okay and normal, but ever since his fat crush on you, his heart always leapt to his throat whenever you made contact with him. he was starting to see you more than a friend with every passing day, and god, it was no good for him —he knew he needed to stop, needed to get this thoughts out of his mind and bury his feeling deep and take them with him to the grave, but he couldn't help it, couldn't help staring at you for too long, couldn't help craving your touch, couldn't help thinking about the way your lips could press up — no, no, he can't think like that.

and then came the late afternoon where the two of you were sitting by your secret spot — the bench in the woods, as eddie liked to call it ( he said it sounded ominous ) you weren't sitting on the bench, no, eddie sat up by a tree bark with your head resting in his lap, rambling on about the new album of your favorite band, while the light of the setting sun bounced on your face perfectly, defining your features and adding a golden glimmer to your already sparkling eyes — eddie wasn't listening to a word you were saying, his gaze dead set on your lips, how the moved, how pretty and plump they looked, and before he even knew it, he was leaning over, pressing his lips to yours, tasting the cherry lip balm you always wore tat made your lips pink and shiny and so irresistible— it was only to his surprise that you kissed him back.

— what's on the radio : me and your mama, childish gambino

a/n : i love eddie's hair sm, ty for the request <3 also i think you're really cool

[bananami]

SUB!REINER HCS

character/s: reiner braun x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS: just a short (?) drabble about sub!reiner because I could not stop daydreaming about him the other day and just think that a lot of people write him being dominant and to me he gives off such subby energy idk man but I enjoyed this a little too much

WARNINGS: 18+/mdni, dom!reader/sub!reiner, cum eating, oral (f receiving), riding, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, nipple play, a little bit of edging, praise kink, slight degradation kink, slight breeding kink mixed in there, slapping, female pronouns used for reader/reader has female parts, I think I got it all??

A/N: RIP everyone, I really sat up until 1 am writing this because I just couldn't stop thinking about him

- everyone tends to be under the general assumption that Reiner is a dom, maybe it's because of how big he is and because of his size but that man is a SUB prove me wrong

- he doesn't realize it at first but then he kinda takes a deep dive through various porn sites and comes across the femdom category and uhh

- you get the point

- n e ways

- it didn't get any easier from there

- this poor baby

- after a bunch of failed dates and conversations with various women who expressed to him how much they aren't into that, Reiner just takes to not dating for a very long time after

- and it's not that bad at first, like turns out living with your fantasies is actually kind of easy when there's no one you're interested in

- and then you join the friend group

- and all of a sudden it isn't some random girl through a computer screen that he's thinking about while jacking off in the middle of the night, it's you, and all of a sudden it isn't some illusory face haunting his disgusting daydreams, it's yours

- of course he feels awful about it at first, feeling like it's somehow taking advantage of you and your friendship, but you just make it so hard

- and then your friendship pushes into something more one night after one of Connie's beach parties that leads to the both of you stumbling into the guest bathroom for a heavy make out session, only to be walked in on by Eren, who actually screams and pretends to continuously gag

- and since then things have been going good between the two of you except for the fact that something was definitely up with Reiner between him just not being in the mood and being kinda quiet when you two were having sex

- which you try to be respectful of because ok maybe he was just shy and afraid he would sound weird (you'd been with guys like that before)

- but then it becomes more of a personal thing, like was he not attracted enough to you or something???

- when really it's just that he is terrified to have that conversation with you because what happened if you wanted someone who would take charge and dom you and do all the things he wanted you to do to him???

- and he could play along for a while, but how long before you caught on that he was faking an orgasm

- turns out not very long

- you don't know what tips you off to it, if it's anything he does or just a feeling you get, but

- "did you just fake it?"

- "....huh?"

- cue entire scene of you two arguing about whether or not he faked an orgasm just for him to finally admit that ok yes he did but it's not what you think it is

- and you just wide eyed stare at this man like ok sir wtf

- and he is just

- so fucking sweet

- tries to explain it in the best way possible that he needed something more to get off

- he literally has to show you a video of what he means because he's too embarrassed to even talk about it

- and you watch the entire video only to be like "baby, if you wanted me to be in control instead, all you had to do was ask"

- Reiner.exe has stopped working

- mans can't even comprehend that open communication is all it would take lmaooo

- you push against his chest and force him to lay down, telling him to keep his hands above his head or you'll stop

- and you just spend the next hour edging the absolute hell out of this man

- every single time he breathes out gonna cum, gonna cum you stop and watch his hips buck up into the air, chasing after your hand and making the whiniest little noises

- halfway through he really starts to cry

- begs you, promising he'll be good if you just let him cum like he wants

- he almost chokes when you ask him "you wanna cum in my hands, my mouth, or my pussy?"

- forget it, he's done

- babe, do not give him so many options like he is not in the proper mental state to be making these kinds of important decisions

- "if you're a good boy, maybe I'll sit right on that pretty little face of yours and let you eat my pussy after, is that what you want?"

- you're gonna give this man a heart attack

- the only thing he can do is shake his head and pray that he lasts that long

- did i mention the tears streaming down this poor mans face

- "tell me where you wanna cum"

- "your pussy, please, fuck- wanna feel you around my cock"

- you climb on top of his lap and sink down on his cock and suddenly he's begging you not to move because he swears he might bust immediately

- he's an absolute mess

- praise him and it's over

- we all know he definitely has a praise kink and probably a little bit of a degradation kink too

- play with his nipples while telling him how good his cock feels and how pretty he looks under you and how he's being such a good boy

- a little bit of a breeding kink honestly

- "just sit there and let me use you, baby, all your fucking good for anyways. you owe me for every fake orgasm. gonna make you cum in my pussy over and over again until it takes, that what you want?"

- begs to touch you after so you let him keep his hands on your hips and warn him not to try anything or you'll stop

- definitely doesn't work and he tries to make your hips move faster against him so you stop

- "no no no, fuck- 'm sorry, so sorry, fuck, I'll be good, just wanna give you my cum-"

- honestly? smack him. not like hard, but a little love tap to the cheek

- he's stunned at first that you would hit him but also more stunned that he liked it?

- you grip his cheeks with one hand and just

- "you wanna be good? then cum like this or don't cum at all." and you just fucking sit there, not moving an inch, his cock still balls deep in you

- bitch that is so evil of you but also so hot wow

- the struggling sounds he makes to keep from squirming around too much, fearing that if he does you'll pull off him and he doesn't think he'll survive being edged by your pussy

- you stroke his cheek with one hand, the other around his throat - squeezing just a little bit to make the blood rush to his head - only to release a few seconds later and the head rush he gets is fucking phenomenal

- meanwhile, your mouth is wrapped around one of his nipples, your tongue swirling around the bud

- Reiner never realized how much he was into that until it was the very last thing he realized he needed to bring him right over the edge

- and suddenly he's cumming inside you, loud as hell - groaning your name and blubbering absolute nonsense, telling you how much he loves you, how fucking good you are to him, how he wants to make you feel good too

- you grip onto his hair and just pull

- and just kinda hold him there while you begin to move your hips to hover over his mouth

- this man is so responsive ok

- his mouth opens immediately, like he's just waiting for you to sit your pussy right down on him

- "if you want it so bad, come and get it"

- but then you hold his head down so he can't move it at all

- absolute menace

- he will literally stick his whole ass tongue out trying to lick you but you just keep moving away and pushing his head back down

- literally just let this man eat some pussy damn

- it's kinda pathetic but like in an endearing kind of way how desperate he is to have his mouth on you

- when you finally give in and plop yourself down he is sloppy

- like relentless actually

- so eager to please

- can't decide between sticking his tongue deep inside you because you just taste so damn good and just lapping at your clit until your grinding against his face

- wants you to basically suffocate him, like if this is how he goes out then this is how he goes out

- gets lost in it, can barely keep his eyes open while he just devours you

- won't stop unless you force him too

- has you cumming in no time at all, and as a treat you let him go a little longer

- whines when you pull your pussy away from his face

- just an absolute simp for you

- sub!Reiner has my heart and my pussy RIP

[rcksmith]

Not you — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “Five Hargreeves x fem!reader, Fluff prompts 9, 52 and 53, please? (You can do this whenever you feel like it) Five and Y/n are both hit by one of Hazel and Cha-Cha’s bullets in the Gimbel Brothers store and they immediately go to the academy (Five wants Y/n treated as soon as possible.) after they’re fine, the siblings start to question them on Five’s protectiveness over Y/n”

“Hii could I request 4 & 23 off the fluff prompts for Five pls ty 😌✨”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

23. “i’ve dreamt about this.”

52. "Help her first."

53. “There are no limits when it comes to you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same energy and they prompts connect to a central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

I used here some fragments of the central plot of Five, but, guys, keep in mind that he is 20 years old, and that when he comes back to 2019 Five does not make a mistake in the calculations. I changed the location of the fight too, but a really I hope you, Anon # 1, don't mind.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: blood, mention of death, swearing, fluff too.

— — — — —

You remembered perfectly when you met Five Hargreeves, the commission's golden ball, The Handler's award-winning shamrock. If you closed your eyes, even after years, you could still smell the male cologne wafting in the air, and you could relive the same feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had when he looked at you with those obsedian eyes.

Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. Absurdly gorgeous. But absurdly arrogant, boastful, presumptuous and completely absent of any delicacy in relation to empathy and kindness. He was the type who would open the door for you to enter first, but who would be the first to make fun of your erroneous reasoning.

And that was why, at the time, when you were assigned to be his partner, you lived in conflict with what you really felt. It was a mixture of tantrum and physical attraction.

But unlike all the people around Five, when he spit fire at you with all the anger at his difficult temper, you didn't run. In fact, when it exploded the first time in front of you, you crossed your arms, arched an eyebrow and looked at him with boredom.

“Have you finished your show yet?” You said, as if you didn't care, leaning against the hood of the car while Five screamed through the 7 winds “Stop to imply with everything.”

Five had been your partner for a few months now and it became clearer each day that the irritation was mutual. He made it perfectly clear that you pissed him off until his last hair.

But, unlike you, it was for another reason.

Shit, you were a fucking goddess! Your beauty was notorious, but that was not all that caught his attention. You were smart, canny, brave, Five never saw you in fear of any situation or shaken by any scene of blood. You knew your goals and went after them. It was strong, decisive, and, goddamn, he loved it. You had a fist, you were firm, and you always made it very clear that you were no helpless maiden.

It felt like you had gotten out of his imagination, from the daydreams in which Five rambled about what kind of woman he admired. And, hell, you came with the full package. It was a combination of overwhelming beauty, intelligence, dexterity, and he never thought that someone like that could be real.

But of course you were. And now Five was completely irritated because you were real, and not just another his dream and daydream in which a sublime woman starred.

“To Imply?” Five turned to you, eyes on fire “To Imply?!”

“Like a 2-year-old who didn't take his afternoon nap. It's not the end of time, it doesn't have to be childish.”

Now Five felt himself ignite. He was a dry, rough fire and you were gasoline, igniting everything saw ahead.

Was that damn woman calling he a child?! You?! Just you, the person whose Five wanted to tie the bed and do all kinds of sinful things.

Oh hell no!

Five came forward, furious, like an angry god, his coal eyes never leaving your direction.

“Childish, isn't it?” He snarled “I'm going to show you the childish!”

Five held your face tightly in his hands and pressed your lips to his. Fierce, needy, set on fire, lost in half sentences of feelings about you. He slid his hands to the back of your neck, closing his fingers in your hair and invading your mouth with his tongue, letting you taste the caffeine, danger and lust he had.

You sighed, or Five, or both. You held him as close as he was, with the two of you being on the same mission: to conquer, to take, to possess. But Five had an extraordinary intensity, a magnitude that managed to win you

Then your touch became more docile, your kiss became submissive and you were surrendered. When Five walked away, not with his body, he still held you against him, but with his head, enough to look you in the eye, you sighed.

“I’ve dreamt about this.” You gave up your game, because you couldn't pretend anymore, and Five responded by kissing you again, this time tasting your whole mouth.

After that day, Five and you never came apart. You two were like a dynamic duo, crime partners in the morning and intense lovers at night.

But Five spent so much time with affection, love and caring being denied that when, on a night when work got the best of him, Five fell into the bed you shared in a Motel room, very close to your lap and you smiled sweetly and ran your fingers through his black hair, establishing the affection there, Five was catatonic.

His wild mind wanted to take it away and go, tell you to swallow those loving gestures and that he would never need them. That they were a nuisance, a distraction.

But his body and heart... well, they begged Five to stay another second. Just one more second enjoying that touch, the care, the importance that someone felt for him. He liked to be pampered, who knew.

So he ended up falling asleep with your touch and, after that day, Five realized that if his body and heart couldn't get any further from you, then no one would ever take you away from him. You would stay with him, until the end. As long as you wanted to stay.

And you wanted to. You wanted all the stages, all the moments, all the fights. You wanted Five, completely. And after some time like that, he said that you two were going to get married. It wasn't a request, it wasn't a speculation, it was a fact and that's it. You laughed, it was Five's style to be embarrassed about something and treat it more coarsely, just because he didn't know how to deal with the emotions he felt.

“Of course I do.” You reassured him by bringing your hands to his face, tracing affectionate circles on his cheek with your thumb.

“You would have no other option.” He grunted, not looking at you, trying to divert attention from his own racing heart.

You laughed and sealed the future of the two of you with a kiss.

After five years of making it official, Five said he had found a way for him to get home. And as he spoke, you noticed a flickering hesitation in his eyes. You knew, at that moment, that Five would leave it behind if there was a chance that you wouldn't want to go along. He promised to love you, in joy and sadness, in difficult times and in good times, and he never broke a promise.

Five Hargreeves would stay for you. In 1963, in 1988, in 2019, it didn't matter the season, the year. It wouldn't be worth anything if didn't have you by his side.

But, like him, it was logical that you would never abandon him, ever. So you went along. It was together in the murder in 1963, it was together at the time of the target, and it was together when he jumped in the portal. You were with Five when he reunited with his family, they all amazement by the 13 year old little brother who disappeared to reappear as a man of 25. On top of that accompanied by a girl.

But Five still couldn't administer his emotions properly, he still couldn't say that he missed his brothers and that being without his family had been terrible. His past contained many shipwrecks and he did not know how to open up about it. After so many years alone and then killing without any judgment, it was difficult to connect with emotions.

So, instead of saying everything that screamed inside him, after just some time with the siblings he took your hand and pulled you out, telling the Hargreeves that he would go after a decent coffee.

“I wish I could have talked to them better.” You grumble whit Five and he rolled his eyes.

“As if they were going to understand the things you were going to explain.” He murmured, covering the whole issue of the Commission and time jumps.

“This is not difficult to explain.” You raised your left hand, signaling the silver circle that hugged your finger.

Five laughed, sipping his coffee.

“You will be my wife forever, there is plenty of time for you to tell that.”

But as soon as Five's words had just left your lips, blowing in the air like fog, the door to the store opened, and you two didn't have to turn around to find out who they were. Years on the commission have earned you enough training to even recognize the sound of their footsteps.

The exchange of looks that Five and you gave was enough to know what each one was thinking and how they would act. That was your secret language, the superpower that you two shared. No words were needed to understand each one like the back of your hand.

You took a deep breath, while your fingers on your right hand steadied yourself on the coffee cup and Five on the knife. There was no waiting for speeches, exchanging words, you both knew that the Commission would send the best agents besides you, and Hazel and Cha-Cha were not known to be late at work.

Then the action started, Five turned and teleported with the knife, shoving it into the leg of one of the agents covered in rabbit masks. You didn't stay behind and swivel your chair around, throwing the sizzling coffee into the second's hands, causing him to drop the gun on the floor. You didn't wait to kick him in the chest, making him stagger backwards as you got up from the chair. You and Five were good, but so was Hazel and Cha-Cha, and you couldn't count on the powers to dodge physical attacks.

Everything was very fast indeed, windows were broken, punches were exchanged, blood was plucked. But when you looked to the side and saw who was probably Cha-Cha pushing Five against a broken glass stake, you understood why love at work was so dangerous. You understand completely. Because you've lost your focus. It took a thousandth of an instant for years of training and improvement to be thrown out the window. Only the possibility of Five getting hurt got you off track, and that was fatale.

The agent who fought with you took advantage of your distraction, reaching for the gun that was on the floor in that split second. And a shot reverberated through the place.

Suddenly, the world for Five stopped the axis. Everything was suspended, appalled, frozen. And in that very second, his body shivered from head to toe, as if misfortune had sighed in his neck. Five Hargreeves never feared anyone, even death itself. But as soon as he heard the sound of the shot, Five tasted death. Was rough, metallic and cruel, the blood drained from the body and the world released a dark and funeral note, sinking into a black sea.

Because fear is not the bullet hitting you, but someone you love.

Five turned back, eyes wide, hands shaking, and he didn't know what was beating faster: his fear or his heart.

He would remember that moment as the most cruel and frightening of his entire life, years in the apocalypse and killing had no comparison to the terror that was seeing your white shirt start to be stained with blood, the bullet hole marking your abdomen. You looked up at him, shocked, livid, and Five could see death perfectly, pulling the vitality out of your eyes.

He didn't think, he didn't reason, he just teleported himself to you, taking your body in his arms and teleported you two away from there. Five’s hands were shaking, a visceral pain snaking through his body and suffocating him with the worst sensation Five had ever felt in his life.

He took you both to the Hargreeves mansion in the blink of an eye, his powers failing when the blue flash left you both in the giant living room.

“Five!”

Maybe it was Luther's voice, or Klaus, or Diego, he didn't know. Everything was a distant echo, a note submerged in the water. Five saw or heard nothing but your body in his arms, your eyes closed and face frighteningly pale, his right hand, which was pressing on your wound, was already soaked in blood.

It was too much blood, the smell was overwhelming, and for the first time in a long time, Five Hargreeves was in despair.

Hands touched his shoulders, and Grace's voice was heard in the background. But he didn't want treatments, whatever the goddamn his wounds were going to be.

“Help her first!” Five shouted, his voice finding strength in the terror he felt. And also in fury.

The Handler would pay for that, and so would Hazel and Cha-Cha. And, by God, the whole world would pay if you never opened your eyes again.

“Right now.” Maybe it was Pogo “But, Five, are you…”

“No!” He ordered “She first!”

Then Grace's hands took you out of his arms and Five refused to leave you for even a second. He was beside you at the operating table, holding your hand, with him bloody fingers of your blood and the agent he had fought.

But Five didn't care about the himself state, the people around it, or anything. His eyes were focused on you, his face frozen in a livid expression.

And when Grace said that you would need a blood transfusion and Five barely let her finish speaking before rolling up the manga and extending his arm, the siblings Hargreeves and Pogo were shocked. What they saw in Five's eyes was not a man afraid of losing someone, but of losing the person he loved.

I shouldn't have come back. Was Five's first thought when the surgery ended well and you were still asleep. It was his fault that you almost died. And everything was buzzing in Five's head like a propellant.

“So…”

Klaus appeared in the kitchen, with the siblings, while Five was washing the blood from his hands, now calmer since you were alive.

“That was heavy.” Luther let out a little gasp, a kind of choked laugh.

“Aren't you going to tell us what happened?” Allison sat at the table.

“She almost died because of my decision, that's what happened.” Five replied, turning and picking up a cloth from the table, drying his hands.

“Five...” Allison made his eyes go towards his sister “Who is she, actually ?”

Five gave a bitter laugh. Who were you? How would he explain it?

You are everything. The reason wake up everyday was good, what made the summer breeze and the sun's rays warm, the reason why his world was still spinning.

Who were you? It was absolutely everything for Five.

“Someone very important.” His whispered escaped.

“So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend ?!" Luther looked at Five in shock, as if the possibility of him having a girlfriend was absurd.

“No.” Five looked at Luther with fire in his eyes, his voice hoarse “That girl is my wife!”

The room's breath evaporated, everyone was dumbfounded and bewildered. But Grace came in at that moment, saving Five from continuing that conversation.

“She woke up.” His mother's voice was soft, and Five dropped everything he was doing and disappeared into the blue flash.

The first thing he noticed when he entered that room was you sitting on the bed, your back against the headboard.

“Hey...” the smile you gave made Five's world spin again.

He didn't wait a second before walking up to you in quick steps, holding your face in his hands and sealing your lips in a desperate kiss, as if that could prove that everything was fine.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered against your lips, hands shaking, thumbs stroking yours cheeks.

“Bad vase doesn't break early.” You joked and Five laughed softly, his forehead touching your. “Were you hurt?”

He denied it, still with you, as if letting you was impossible. Maybe it was.

“I got distracted, I'm sorry that we let them escape and...”

Five interrupted your sentence

“Sweetheart…” You stopped, bewitched by his tone of voice “You’re my entire world.”

Five wasn't calling Hazel and Cha-Cha right now. He would kill that entire Commission later. Later. Now the only thing that mattered was you.

“I shouldn't have broken our contracts with the commission. I shouldn't have put you in this.” He said “But ... but I am very selfish, and even though I knew it would be better to let you go back to the Commission, I cannot live without you...”

“Hey, I not go come back.” You held his hands that were on your face, looking at him with love "My place is with you.”

“I promise you that I will never let anyone else hurt you. Even if I have to kill every single person on this planet. ” Five guaranteed “There are no limits when it comes to you. I'll do anything to keep you safe. ”

You smiled, put your lips together in a passionate kiss and whispered:

“I only need you, my love. Forever.”

[a-vild-bluemyrtle]

Gaea - The blooming Spirit

Seth Clearwater x Female OC | 10 years after Breaking Dawn | OC with Earth Powers

Also on: AO3 - FF.net

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Request from @purpledragon04: Can you write a Seth Clearwater x reader where she has earth elements.

I'm sorry it took me all this time to write this down, but I fell into a rabbit hole and I just lost all my creativity. I still hope you like this :))

Requests are still open, Twilight Wolfpack only!

It took me all my mental strength to finally go out from the house, from my garden in particular and get some fresh air. Lately, all I have been doing is lying in our glasshouse and taking care of my flowers. I didn’t adapt that much to the new town, to the cold and rainy days, to the lack of sunshine and especially the lack of flowers. Green was the predominant colour, together with grey. Green was all I could see since we moved to Forks. And grey was all I could feel, no matter how hard I tried.

Leaving my beloved Alsace was harder than I thought, especially because of my powers. They grew there, they got stronger there, I could move mountains, trees, I could grow roses, lilies, tulips wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I could make strawberries and cherries gems bloom in autumn If I wanted. While in Forks... it was like they just got weaker and I was getting weaker with them.

There was something in that town that just sucked the life out of me, I couldn't feel any connection with the grass, the trees, with the animals and no one could figure out why.

I was used to attracting animals, playing with them, to cuddle them in those endless French summers. There was this innate curiosity in them for me, because of my powers. Controlling the element of earth meant not only being able to let nature grow around me or on me – uncountable were the times I let flowers grow in my hair - but it also came with the ability to be connected to animals, understand them even without speaking the same language. I was used to birds flying to me and sit on my fingers or shoulders just with a tiny whistle or ladybugs quickly crawling on my bare feet.

In Forks I could whistle as much as I wanted, no one ever came. I could stay sit on the grass and no flower could grow.

“This forest considers you a treat, ma chérie. You’re a stranger here, a frightful one I would say. The trees and the animals do not know your powers, it is something never seen here.” My father used to say the first days but the more those days passed the more concerned he became. To not talk about my mother, she was almost hysterical and when she saw me dressed up to go somewhere different from the usual glasshouse, she almost cried.

“Isn’t it a little too much, Maman?” I asked furrowing my brows and questioning if mental sanity was still present in our house.

“You have not gone out since we moved, mon chou” – she started while I rolled my eyes.

“And I haven’t seen you wearing something different from sweatpants and t-shirts for 2 months. I’m just happy to see you in one of your colourful dresses”. She said, gifting me with one of her sweetest smiles.

My mother was the epithet of sweetness and kindness and it was from her that I inherited my powers. On my 16th birthday they flowed from her to me and, if I’ll have a daughter, one day it will happen to us too. My powers will be hers and she will pass to her daughter, and her daughter to her daughter and so on. All the women in our bloodline will always carry the Nature genes (another of my father’s names, who was really into X-Men).

“Anyway, I’m going exploring. Don’t wait for me. If we are lucky enough, I’ll find out why my powers do not work here”, I said while grabbing my pink purse and opening the front door.

“Don’t let the trees catch you, chérie”, my father said smirking. I was waiting for the day in which he’ll finally stop saying such horrible dad jokes. Especially the inside jokes only we could understand.

It was raining outside, like every day in that town, but bringing an umbrella with me was out of discussion. I have never felt so distant from Mother Nature since we moved here, so a little bit of rain pouring down on my bare skin would have been a blessing in disguise. The best sensation in the world: being outside while it was raining, especially during the summer. The only problem was that it was autumn in Forks, and I could have easily caught a cold… still I didn’t mind at all.

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Hours? Months? Years? I don’t even remember how much time I spent that day in the forest strolling around without really thinking where I was going. At some point, while it was still raining, I also took off my shoes and started walking on the muddy and cold soil with bare feet – which may sound disgusting, but once you try how good it feels to just walk without shoes and feeling every inch of the forest under your feet, you’ll never stop doing it.

As I imagined, no traces of animals or plants moving or whatsoever. There was a strange and ominous silence throughout the forest. No birds were chirping, no snakes slithering, no deer jumping around.

When I got out of the house, I was full of hope, I truly believed that all that negative energy was all in my head, that I could fix whatever was happening at that time. But the more I walked the more I started losing that hope. I couldn’t feel anything.

Arrived at a river, I decided to sit down for a moment. The rain stopped a few moments back. I sat on the riverbank and let my feet fell into the cold – freezing – water as I wasn’t enough wet from head to toe. I sat there, sighing and biting my bottom lips in frustration. Why? Why my powers didn’t work? Was it my fault? Of course it was, it’s never Mother Nature’s fault, it’s always mine. Whatever I was, a collateral effect, a special genes carrier or simply a freak, that forest knew.

Another louder sigh came out of my mouth, almost in a desperate attempt to not start crying. I laid down, on the pebbles surrounding the riverbank and what my eyes saw at that moment freaked me out in ways I could have never imagined.

Two dark brown eyes were looking at me, were curiously observing me from the treeline and they did not belong to another human being. I froze in that position, lying on the pebbles with my nose up in the air and my eyes locked into his.

Only years later I understood what was happening at that moment, only after a couple of months later I found out who was hiding in the treeline, to whom those eyes belonged.

At that moment, though, my brain just shut down and there was nothing I could think of. I was scared but at the same time excited. After two months I finally felt something, and even if it were not positive emotions at least they were some kind of emotions.

I slowly got up on my feet, trying to be as subtle as possible so to not instigate the wolf t – or horse, better – to attack me. Our eyes were still onto each other's, my gaze never leaving his and there was something in him that tangled me.

The rain started pouring down again the moment I decided to take a step forward towards him. At the same moment, he seemed to be scared of me and took a step back, his head tilted to one side, his eyes digging into mine trying to figure everything out.

There was some sort of connection happening between me and that wolf, which fur reminded me of the colour of the sand, or more precisely of the colour of the light in the late afternoon in Alsace. And I would have never imagined what that moment meant for my future, not really far as I imagined it was.

We stayed like that, frozen in time and space, under the rain, looking at each other until we realized, or at least he realized – I would have realized a lot later, I had all the hints in front of my eyes and still didn’t have a clue. No words were spoken, not a single one, the only sounds were the thunders and the rain falling from the sky, and our heartbeats – his way faster than mine.

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“Still daydreaming, darling?” His sweet voice wakes me up and I shake my head smiling when he puts his warm hand on my shoulder. I don’t think I will ever get used to his warmth, every time he touches me I sweetly shiver.

“Mh… yes”. I whisper, more to myself than to him, absolutely sure that he can still hear me clearly.

He hugs me from behind, trying to find the exact spot I’m still looking at outside our window.

“What is it? A deer? Again?” he whispers to my ear, leaving soft kisses on the side of my neck.

I intertwine his fingers with mine and tilt the head a little, so he has more space to kiss me.

“No, no deer at all, baby”, I reply, closing my eyes and enjoying the overwhelming sensation his kisses and hugs were making me feel. He holds me closer and I can’t help to smile more, thinking about everything that happened since the moment we met.

“It’s raining, exactly like that day”. I turn my head to look at him, at those same eyes that turned me upside down on that pouring day years ago.

Those same eyes that haunted me in my sleep until I found out to whom they belonged: to a sweet, gentle man, with arms and legs covered in tattoos, with hairs longer than mine who I fell in love with instantly and married one night on a beach without telling anyone else. A wonderful man I'm lucky enough to call my husband, the love of my life.

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

Confessing to La Squadra

a/n: look i know i already have some Risotto confessing headcanons but those are more about him confessing so i'm including him here anyway

Genre: Fluff, a tiny bit of angst (but no rejection), these hoes don't know what love is lol

~Risotto Nero~

-Seriously thought you were joking when you pulled him aside and told him how you felt

-He was convinced Formaggio had put you up to this or something

-Ris feels like he isn't deserving of love (BUT HE IS) and he's literally so bad at expressing himself so he just nodded and walked away

-Had a breakdown in his office because why the fuck did he just walk away?? after you poured your heart out to him???? jesus christ what if you think he doesn't like you???????

-So he gets up and fucking sprints to your room to try to fix his mistakes

-Frantically tells you that he likes you back and would love to go out with you sometimes (you can barely understand it because he's talking so fast)

~Prosciutto~

-Saw this coming from a mile away but he won't be a bitch about it don't worry

-Takes your confession with an overwhelming amount of grace and gives you a time and place to meet him for a date the next day

-As soon as you leave he's jumping around and giggling like a child because oh my fucking god his crush likes him back holy shit!!!

-He'll panic about what he's supposed to wear. Should he just wear his regular suit? No, no no this is a special occasion! Pinstripes or no pattern? What tie would go best with this shirt? He needs to pick a suit with your favorite color, you'll like him more, right?

-Eventually caves and has Risotto pick something out for him because he literally can't (indecisive queen)

~Pesci~

-He is so INSECURE OH MY GOD

-Like Risotto, he thinks you're just fucking with him. He honest to god doesn't believe you could fall in love with someone like him

-He gets too nervous and freezes up then runs to find Prosciutto because he has no idea what to do

-Prosciutto basically screams at him to go back and find you. He can't just leave you all alone after telling him something like that!

-So he does go back and stutters out the softest "i like you too" in the world

-He'll take you for a picnic on the beach right after because he wants to make up for just leaving you standing there after he ran

~Illuso~

-BITCH MOTHERFUCKER

-He already knew because he eavesdropped on your conversation with Melone about how you should confess to him

-Sure he likes you back but he wanted you to come to him so he didn't seem desperate or something

-Teases you about it because he can't socialize for shit and probably ends up making you upset because he won't shut his god damn mouth

-So when you just walk away incredibly frustrated and probably a little teary eyed he realizes he fucked up bad

-Goes into the mirror world to scream because why can't he just be a normal person and not a little bastard

-Pops into your room from the mirror and gives you the quietest apology you've ever heard then hugs you because he feels really bad

~Formaggio~

-Another member of the team that thinks you're joking. Not because he's insecure, he's actually very confident in himself, but he jokingly flirts with you all the time so he thought you were finally playing along

-But you're not and you like him for real which makes him SO FUCKING HAPPY

-He knew he was gonna fall in love with you the day you joined the team and he's been daydreaming about your guys' first date since you went on your first mission with him

-Might be the most well prepared member of the team if I'm being honest

-He has a whole speech about how much he loves you and all the things he wants to do together and he already knows a guy that can legally marry you two

-He's so soft for you

~Ghiaccio~

-You told him how you felt when you guys were cornered during a mission and could die in literal seconds

-So when that didn't happen and you two made it out alive with the target killed, he tried to ignore your words ringing in his head

-But god damn the car ride back to Napoli was a long one and all Ghiaccio can do is think after you fell asleep in the passenger seat

-He couldn't tell if you just said you loved him because you guys were about to die or if you actually felt that way. But what if you loved him like family instead of like a boyfriend?

-And so Ghiaccio pulled over and woke you up. It was bothering him too much, he needed an answer now

-When you clarified that yes, you did love him romantically, he hugged you so hard your ribs almost broke

-mans was worrying for nothing smh

~Melone~

-He flirts with you all the time but...you actually caught feelings for him? Like genuine "I love you" feelings? Not lust? Melone seriously can't remember the last time someone actually enjoyed his presence outside of the bedroom so much that they wanted to be with him

-Mel started bawling his eyes out. Like, full on sobbing on his knees in front of you

-You thought you had done something wrong so you started apologizing which made him cry even harder (he thought you were apologizing because it was a joke)

-After he got himself back together he shakily asked you if you really meant it (which you obviously did) and after you gave him a positive answer he started crying again

-He won't let go of you for the rest of the day. He's just so happy someone finally loves him (FUCK that's sad)

~Sorbet and Gelato~

-It's a damn good thing you liked both of them. Gelato might've killed you if you only like Sorbet and Sorbet would've laughed in your face if you only liked Gelato

-So you avoided getting your face cut off but what the fuck are you supposed to do about confessing? You didn't want to become a homewrecker, it was quite obvious Sorbet and Gelato were perfectly content with nobody else in their relationship

-So you never said anything about it to anybody. God only knows what Illuso would've done if he heard you saying anything about it and the rest of the team would've let it slip eventually

-But Sorbet and Gelato always have a way of finding things out for themselves

-You were already close to the couple so when the smaller blonde man walked up to asking to see you for a second you thought nothing of it

-Until you were seated in front of them and Sorbet had broken the silence with "We know about your little secret"

-Honestly you thought you were about to die. How did they even find out? You were sure you hadn't said or done anything to hint at your feelings for them

-Gelato broke the silence this time. "Honestly, we're quite flattered both of us caught your attention."

-That didn't help ease you at all but when the both of them spoke in unison, "But don't worry about it too much, you've caught our interest as well."

-So now their murder duo is a murder trio, have fun :)

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jjk but make it the perfect date (they love you, but you don't know yet) pt. 2

Starring: Kamo Noritoshi x gn!reader, Kamo Choso x gn!reader, Okkotsu Yuuta x gn!reader

Contents: SFW, fluff

Warnings: grammatical errors, both y/n and them are +18

A/N: maybe this is turning into a series hehe I really loved writing this one because I got so immersed into the scenarios and now I can't stop daydreaming about them, yes, I'm having a brainrot. Sorry it got bigger than expected. Enjoy!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

main navi | masterlist

Kamo Noritoshi

I can't help but to think about how nori would be the sweetest person in a date, the perfect partner;

Dating with him means going out anytime, any hour, any moment of your day because he likes surprising you

If you're busy during the time he intends to take you out, he won't bother you, but I assure that the moment you stop, he'll take you by your hand with an smile upon his face

"Nori, what are we doing? Where are we going?" You'd question

"Shh..." He would put his index finger upon his lips, signing for you to be quiet. "It's a surprise."

"But why..." maybe you would try take some information from him, but he wouldn't answer your questions anymore, not about the place he was taking you

His heart is beating faster and faster by the time you're closer to that place, the place he wants to show you so bad

He knows you since you were two kids, but he has never showed you this side of him, the side of him that always thinks of you

"Close your eyes, Y/N." He came closer to you, touching your cheeks softly with his fingers

"Nori, you are making me anxious, what is it?" Your heart skipped one beat, and you were sure Nori could hear that drums in your chest.

You couldn't stop thinking about why you were reacting this way, and now, with your eyes closed, you knew you were blushing, with your cheeks colored in pink

His breath was heavy, you could sense it too, was he nervous as you were?

He took your hand, and you almost jumped.

After all these friendship years, had he never touched you like this, it was a new feeling for you, so you just relaxed and let yourself be taken by him to wherever he wanted to

"You can open your eyes now, Y/N" He would say softly in your ears, hot air warming your body, everything you could feel was his proximity

"Nori..." you caught your breath absorbing everything you could see.

It was a garden. A garden full of blooming flowers, tons of flowers even your sight couldn't count. Your grip on his hand tightened and Nori almost fainted

lowkey nori's nervous af because he's afraid you wouldn't like going out with him suddenly as he did bringing you to this garden

highkey he is blushing so hard right now and you find that's cute

it's getting a little bit bigger than expected, but I can't stop thinking about Nori walking you towards all garden

"Nori, why are you showing me this place?"

"I am..." He would answer while picking one bloommed flower and putting it in your ear. He would also step back just to see your beautiful flustered face. "Because I wanted to show how important you are to me, because when I see you like this, I see my future. A happy future. And I want you in my future, I want us both like this..."

Kamo Choso

since choso reminds me feeling at home, comfy and loved, this is how this date is going to be (I don't do the rules)

as you and choso are childhood friends, it is common for you to stop by his house to check him and his brothers out

So you don't even think twice when choso asks you to have dinner with him;

you didn't even noticed how his voice trembled when he said "He-hey, Y/N, wanna have dinner together with me?"

so you prepare yourself, not with fancy clothes or things like that, your usual t-shirts, favorite shorts and shoes

Yet when you arrive at Choso's home, before you can knock on the door, you can sense a pretty good smell coming from inside

And suddenly your heart starts beating fast, because you know Choso was cooking, and whenever he did it, it was a special date

You couldn't help but to think about what happened that you were about to celebrate

You barely touch the wooden door when Choso's open it, and you can do nothing but appreciate what you see

He looks stunning, he dressed himself up just to see you, even tho you didn't know that

You couldn't see how his breath was heavy, how his heart was pounding inside him, how he felt his face burning

But as the sight of him, you felt a little ashamed, you didn't dress like him, not in your best clothes to see him, not the way he was

"I-" you'd start saying "I didn't know we were to dress like- you know-" and you could sense the words fighting to come out of your mouth, how your throat was aching because your nervousness.

"You look pretty handsome, Choso" You finally mumble, warm growing upon your face

And he could never find you more beautiful and precious to him like in this moment

"Come inside, are you going to be outside during all dinner? I could spend the entire night just staring at your beautiful face, but I think I can do it while appreciating your company and eating, don't you think?"

And you enter his house, you realize you both were alone and you almost start stuttering "Where are you brothers?"

"They are out, is just both of us tonight" He'd say smiling brightly for you "Come here, my lady, take your seat next to me"

He would take you by your hand to the dining table, there are the dishes he prepared for you, everything so beautifully lightened by candles

"Why are you doing this?" You'd question him in low voice, some feeling growing inside your chest. "This is the first time... You know..." you shake your hand information front your face signaling everything he has done until now.

"Y/N..." He would catch your hand before you put it down, holding yours in between both of his. "You mean so much to me, I don't even have words to explain that to you. This is my way to show you how I feel, how much I care for you."

And maybe deep inside him, he just wanted to say I love you, Y/N. I love you with all my body and soul.

Okkotsu Yuuta

Yuuta has always been so shy around you that you don't remember the moment you started to find it adorable

So when he asks you to go out with him, it's quite a surprise

You both have been around each other for almost years, that his presence next to you brings relief to any pain you could've feeling

But he has never done that, never

You can tell he's nervous by his stumbling voice and the little shade of pink coloring his cheeks when you say yes to him with a bright smile

He could swear his heart was about to explode and couldn't do nothing but smile with you

"Oh-oh then I shall meet you later" he would say with a smile that could shine brighter than any galaxy's stars

You were eager to see him later that day, to see what has he prepared for you

He would come by your house nearly the end of the afternoon, right before sunsets, so you could go out together wherever he was about to take you

And when you see an average building, confusion blurs your mind, had you never thought about a place like this

"Where are we?" You'd mutter, not with the intention for him so hear it, but only to yourself

He's a little flustered, but he holds you by your hands, and when you looked at them together...

It never felt so right

"Wait, and you'll see." He would say, anxiety growing wild upon his chest.

He's holding your hands like his life depends on it, but you doesn't even know that

You walk thought the stairs upper and upper, and then when you're at the last floor, he would whisper in a soft tone "Close your eyes, Y/N, can you?"

And when you do this, he would hold your hand tightly with a reassure lovely expression

You would hear the door open, and Yuuta taking you to somewhere at an open field

And you knew you both where at the building's rooftop by the wind singing in your ears

"Open your eyes, it's almost gone." He would say softly, standing behind you but still holding your hands.

And sunset is there to bless you two, shining through the city saying goodbye for the day and welcoming nightfall

At the rooftop's center, there's a table adorned with many beautiful things. actually, all the place is pretty well adorned like yuuta made it just for you two

There's plates and glasses upon this table, and you can't stop thinking about how hard this must've been to do

"Why- why?" You left out a breath you didn't even know you were holding on

"We've been like this forever, and I was so afraid of taking the first step." He would answer, the last daylight making he looks as beautiful as ever. "So, why not surpass fear and fall down on a cliff? If it is for you, I know the fall will be worthy."

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[gojo-satoru-brainrot]

I Don’t Want a World Without You. Eren Jaeger x Reader

Request from @shittypaperwork

A/N: This took me forever to write this. I wanted it to be perfect. I really hope it is. Also, my asks are open for AOT smut (Disclaimer I do prefer to write in Canon Au but not opposed to writing Modern AU if I like the idea.) , Jujustu Kaisen smut. But please enjoy!!!!!!

WARNINGS: SMUT!!!, slight breading kink ig, name calling, slight Dom!Eren. Unprotected sex, Canon AU,

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

Your friendship with Eren was unlike any relationship you had experienced before. You both joined the Scouts after the attack on Wall Maria. You both bonded over the losses you both endured that day. Eren sought out revenge on the Titans. His hatred and rage fueled his desire to become a better soldier. You wanted a better understanding of the outside world. Why all the memories came fooling back in the middle of a titan ambush you had no idea why. A giant hand came out from the shadows of the forest directly aiming for you. You didn't have much time to react before Eren swooped in and grabbed you.

"(Y/N) you need to pay more attention," Eren said right before the titan grabbed the wire to his ODM gear causing him to fall to the ground several hundred feet below.

"Eren," you screamed out. Your heart pounding in your chest as you locked eyes with the titan. Suddenly, a red hot burning sensation rushed through your chest and up your face. Tears started to form in your eyes as you maneuvered around the giant trees. Finally finding a vantage point, you zipped over the titan and your blades cutting deep into its nape. It fell to the ground dust and debris flying above its lifeless body. The feeling still stuck in your chest, but it was different something lingered beneath the surface. You located Eren, and you looked at him the feeling became stronger as you watched him lay there, blood dripping from his head on the ground under him.

You were irrevocably in love with him.

There was no time to confess to him your newfound feelings. He needed to get the infirmary. The more you realized your feelings for him, the more you realized it would never work. This world was unfair and unforgiving. There was no room in the world for love let alone a relationship, or that's what you told yourself. The pain you would feel if Eren didn't reciprocate your feelings would tear you apart inside.

Two weeks had passed since the ambush in the forest and your feelings had remained the same, in fact, they had gotten stronger. Your whole squad had made it back alive, which you were grateful for. Eren was rushed to the infirmary due to his extensive injuries. You didn't sleep most nights so you would sneak down to see Eren. You held his hand and changed out his bandages being very careful not to wake him.

"(y/n), you have to let him rest," quickly turning around you saw Armin standing in the doorway.

"It's my fault this happened," the tears started to swell up in your eyes. Armin grabs your hand leads you outside.

"B-but Eren," you stammer looking back at him.

"He's going to be fine while you're gone". You looked up at the night sky, gazing at the stars above you. It was late, you didn't realize until now. How long have you been sitting by Eren? An hour? Maybe five. A cool breeze hits your face as you sit down beside Armin on the bench just outside the infirmary.

"You're so concerned about Eren. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're acting like Mikasa," he laughs. You chuckle slightly. You had been so wrapped up in making sure that Eren was okay that you had forgotten what it feels like to relax. Memories of you and Eren flood your mind.

"Armin there's something I need to tell you. I can only trust you with this information," the blonde turns to look at you.

" I'm in love with Eren". Armin's face gets all red and he turns away.

"So why are you feeling me this? Shouldn't you be telling Eren?"

"Because it would never work out the way I want".

Eren was finally recovered enough to leave the infirmary, but he was strictly prohibited from any training, missions, and extraneous activities. You have been avoiding him for days, unable to come to terms with your feelings you thought it best to stay away.

"You're eventually going to have to tell him you can hide from your feelings forever," Armin said to you quietly.

"Shut up, Armin," you punched his shoulder just a little too rough. He winches in pain, and you touch his arm.

"Sorry." You start to blabber about how you're used to hitting Eren because he can take a hit. You didn't realize Armin was trying to tell you that Eren was right behind you. A slight punch suddenly hits the middle of your back causing you to fall forward into Armin's chest. You turn around quickly to see you hit you. Your eyes lock with Eren's, trying to speak, but nothing comes out of your mouth. His green eyes peer into yours. It feels like your entire being is melting into the palm of his hand.

"Shouldn't you be picking on someone your own size," Eren smirks at you.

"Uhhh," you fumble your words trying to form a comprehensible sentence but fail.

"I gotta go!" You said quickly as you darted off somewhere far away from Erin and Armin.

Finally catching your breath you stood in front of the shower house you are reminded of a prank you pulled on Eren just a few months ago.

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It had been a long day of combat training and Eren was the first to use the shower, like always. Connie dared you to sneak into the men's showers and take Eren's clothes and hide them in a nearby bush.

"Easy! You should come up with a harder one next time," you smirked knowing this was going to be way simple. Quietly you snuck in being extremely careful not to slam any doors. You glanced around trying to find Eren's clothes, the steam from the showers making it hard to see. Stumbling into one of the benches close to the showers.

"Fuck that hurt."

"Hello? Who's there?" You heard Eren call out. Your heartbeat quickened as you heard the water turn off.

shit shit shit where are they?

Finally, you found the clothes tucked away under the bench. You guessed this isn't the first time this happened to him. You balled up his clothes and ran out. The steam made your hair stick to your forehead as you threw his clothes in a bush.

"Nice going (y/n)!" Connie gave you a high-five. Both of you waited for Eren to realize his clothes were missing, but to both of your surprises, Eren walked out of the showers butt-ass naked with only one of his hands covering his goods. Your jaw dropped at the sight of him the sunlight made his wet skin glisten. He shook out his hair causing water droplets to scatter around him. You followed the water as it dripped down his toned chest and pass his carefully carved abs. Your eyes followed the v line just below his abs.

"My eyes are up here! Now, where did you put my clothes, darling?" Eren steps closer to you feeling the heat radiate off him from his shower. Your mouth stayed agape and all you could do was point over to the bush. He made his way over not bothering to cover his ass.

"Well, that was fun," Eren chuckled as he pulled up his pants and let them sit on his hips unbuttoned.

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Wetness started to pool in between your thighs, causing you to blush from the intrusive thoughts of Eren. You looked around to make sure no one would follow you. After stepping into the shower, you took your clothes off, and neatly folded them, and placed them on the bench. You pulled the curtain closed in hopes of having a sliver of privacy. The cold water rushed over your body and hair. Your nipples became hard as the cold water ran over them. Your mind began to imagine Eren behind you and what his hands would feel like as he rubbed your shoulders and softly caressing your breasts. Maybe he would snake one of his hands down your waist and tease your folds as the other would grip your neck pulling you back into his bare chest.

"Mmm. Eren," you moaned teasing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. Your finger moved faster in circles around your clit. A tightness started building up in your core and just about as you were going to come undone the door to showers swung open. FUCK! Disappointed in your attempt to relieve some stress you quickly got dressed.

"Hey (y/n)," Sasha greeted you, but you bolted past her "okay, bye!"

You didn't want to be rude to Sasha, but you had other things on your mind. All of them were Eren. Your body ached for his. You wondered want it would feel like on top of yours. Your mind kept racing all these thoughts about him and what he looked like under his clothes.

"(Y/N)! Instead of daydreaming why don't you help in the kitchen?" You were quickly drawn away from your thoughts as Levi approached you.

"Sorry Captain, I-" you tried to explain yourself before Levi shut you down.

"You're almost as bad as Eren." Eren? You clung to his name.

"What's wrong with Eren?" You ask.

"Well, since he's been released from the infirmary he's been zoning out. But enough chit-chat go help get dinner ready."

You made your way to the kitchen. Both Connie and Sasha were slacking off and having a baguette battle.

"Guys, let's do what needs to be done. I'm tired and want to go to sleep." You announce. It took about an hour to get prepped and cooked. By the time you were done cooking, you wanted to go to your room and finish what you couldn't in the showers.

After finally arriving at your room. You quickly shut your door. The rooms weren't big, but none the less you were grateful to have your own after spending a year in the barracks. The rooms were massive, but they were a decent size for one person. A desk with a wooden chair sat in the far corner and a closet just big enough to hold a few scout uniforms and a full-size bed. Still, a layer of dust covered everything although you didn't mind. It wasn't like you were going to be staying in your room all day.

You rubbed your eyes and sat at the edge of your bed, taking off your boots and jacket, neatly putting them away in the closet. You always hated taking off your harness there were so many buckles and straps, you got confused so easily. The only light to work with was an oil lamp fixed to the wall. You sighed heavily as you finished folding up your clothes and getting into your pajamas.

As you laid down in your bed thoughts of Eren came back to you. Softly you moaned as you pawed at your breast and teased your nipple. Woefully imagining it was Eren's instead of yours. You felt a wetness start to pool between your legs. Slipping your hands down your shorts your finger circled your clit. You were a virgin, but you still knew what happened you just never found anyone worthy enough. Expect for Eren.

You moaned as you came closer and closer to climax, but it was cut short again. "(Y/N)..." You had sworn you heard someone moan your name. Quickly you pulled your covers over your body as you listen to the room next to you and you heard it again. You were sure someone was moaning your name. In the room next to yours you heard the bed squeak as someone got up from it. Your heart beated faster as you heard footsteps approached your door. You closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep. The door to your room slowly creaked open. "(Y/N)... Are you awake?" It was Eren. You still didn't open your eyes as the door shut and Eren sat on the edge of your bed. He took your hand and held it and pressed it to his chest.

"I know you're asleep but I wanted to tell you, thank you for saving me, I know everyone told you to leave me but you didn't and I'm grateful. I don't know why you've been avoiding me, but I probably deserve it somehow." You heard his voice crack and you could tell he was about to cry.

"I just don't know how to tell you this but here does nothing, I love you (Y/N)." You opened your eyes and saw Eren crying.

"I love you too." You said sitting up in your bed. Your hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and perfectly fit in between yours. It was sweet and soft but your core ached for him. He pulled you onto his lap and brushed your hair behind your ear.

"I can't tell you how many nights I wished for this, to be here with you." Eren buried his face into your chest.

"You don't have to wish anymore," you told him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him again this time softly biting on his lower lips. He moaned into the kiss sending chills down your spine. He gripped your hips, his callused fingers dug into your sides almost as if he was scared you were fall through his hands if he didn't hold you tight enough.

Your hips ground into his causing a deep moan to escape from his lips. His erection grew quickly underneath you. Eren flipped you over on your back onto the mattress. He stood up and began removing his shirt. Your eyes followed the skin on his stomach as more of it was exposed. Moonlight peaked in through the window, shining on his torso. It was beautiful, hours and hours of training had paid off.

"My eyes are up here, darling" he chuckled as he climbed on top of you. You couldn't help but feel his chest and abs. His piercing green eyes looked into yours. His lips crashed into yours, it was sloppy and wet and hot. Your clothes limited his access to your perfect body. He slowly took off your shirt and kissed up your stomach and in between your breasts before he took one in each hand and massaged them. His thumb rubbing your nipples before he took it in his mouth and circled it with his tongue. Your fingers ran through his hair as you leaned your head back and moaned. He made his way up to your neck kissing and sucking on it. You knew for sure there was going to be a hickey tomorrow but you didn't care. You wanted everyone to know that you were Eren's and that he was yours too.

"Eren, I need you." You begged him to touch you. He leaned back on his calves and pulled your legs up to his chest, slowly removing your shorts.

"You're so wet for me already, have you been expecting me?" He chuckled and smirked as he pushed your legs apart. His hot breath hit your folds making you beg for him even more.

"Please please Eren!" Your cries for his touch were desperate. Him seeing how much you needed him turned him on. He was throbbing in his jeans. His finger slid up your folds and collected your wetness before he put it in his mouth and sucked on his finger.

"Open your mouth," he commanded and you did as he stuck his finger in your mouth. "Suck." His voice was deep and demanding making you want him even more. Your tongue danced around his finger you tasted yourself on his finger. His mouth attached itself to your clit and you threw your head back moaning. His tongue circling your clit making you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning too loud. Your hands found their way to his beautiful brawn locks, your fingers entangled themselves pulling slightly. Eren groaned and gripped your thighs tighter, maybe enough to leave bruises. The idea of having Eren's fingerprints lingering on your skin turned you on even more.

Eren's erection grew harder and slightly painful. He stood up from the bed and a whine came from your mouth in protest.

"Don't worry we aren't done yet. Do you know how much my hand hurts by now? I'm so glad you accepted my feelings so I can fuck you now."

"All you had to do was ask" you teased back at him "but you should know I'm a virgin." You weren't shy about it, it was just how you were.

"Well, I am too, if that makes you feel better." You sat up on your knees and began to undo Eren's pants. You could hear his moan that he held back. Your fingers slipped between his skin and underwear slowly teasing it down before releasing the waistband and having it snap back to his skin. A low hiss rolled out of his mouth as he smirked at you and his eye went darker with lust.

In a fit of lust Eren quickly removed his pants and pulled his cock out. Your eyes widen at the sight, you always thought Eren was big but never this big.

"Suck now." His tone cold and demanding. You took it in one hand and started to suck on the tip of his cock. You could taste the precum from the tip. His hand placed at the back of your head slowly pushing you further and further down. Your hands gripped his thighs as he drove his cock deeper into your face. You looked up at him, he looked so hot his eyes were rolled back and beautiful moans escaped his mouth.

"Ahhh fuck (Y/N) your so warm. I'm so close, will you be a good girl and swallow for me?" He looked down, locking his eyes with yours, you nod.

"Mmmm that's my girl." He continued to fuck your face, his hands cupping your checks. A warm salty liquid flowed into your mouth. You swallowed it and sucked the rest off his cock before opening your math to show him.

"Fuck... You're such a good slut for me." He crawled on top of you. "I'm gonna take such good care of you," he kissed your stomach right below your navel. He slowly slid two fingers inside of you making you arch your back and grip the sheets. He took his time moving his fingers in and out of you taking care to make sure you never felt any pain.

"More Eren, please..." you begged for him, bringing him closer for a kiss. He lined himself up at your entrance wetting his tip on your folds. He steadied himself by placing his hand next to your head. He looked into your eyes. "Ready, darling?" You nodded. He slowly pushed his tip in both of you letting out moans of each other's names. You momentarily adjusted to his size before he added another inch. You wrapped your legs around his hips allowing him to fully enter you.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight I could cum right now," Eren moaned into your chest. Your breath was heavy as you fully adjusted to his massive size. Eren pressed his forehead to yours as he thrust in and out of you at a good pace. You moaned and softly bit into his shoulder careful not to hurt him and activate his Titan.

His thrust because faster and faster. You moaned his name over and over again. Sweat started to drip from his forehead, you could tell he was holding back his orgasm. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix. Eren let out a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You asked.

"I can it inside you. Look." You glanced at your stomach and saw the tip pressing the skin up. "Fuck I can't wait to fill you up with my seed." He pounded harder into you as your orgasm started to build.

"Eren I'm getting close," you mewled in his ear. His thrust becomes sloppy as his thumb played with clit and that sent you over the edge. Eren watched as your body twitched underneath him. It felt like your entire body was on ice and fire at the same time. Eren was not long after you as he slammed one last time into you and let out the most beautiful moan you ever heard.

"Ahhh fuckkkkk (Y/N). You were such a good girl for me." He pulled out and laid down next to you pulling you close to him.

"I love you. I always have. I don't care if this world is unfair and unforgiving. A world that doesn't have you isn't where I want to be." You pressed your face into his chest and slowly fell asleep.

[petiteyoon]

Goose bumps — myg [M]

ATTENTION: if you’re a minor and/or uncomfortable with mature themes please don’t read... or do it, but I warned you.

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, not-so-innocent baths in a lake, no pull-out game lmao, kind of sex with a stranger?, cum play, light spanking, slight daddy kink (yg calls himself daddy like o n c e), cum eating, Yoongi is a shy boi at first but gives up easily <3 if you hate being called princess then i’m sorry

Word count: 3k more or less

Of course I am technically ✨L A T E✨ but I guess it was worth it (even if in my country it’s still the 9th) so,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR YOONGO BONGO💜🍊

I’m still getting used to writing those things so let’s pray that there’s nothing wrong here, hope you like it!

As you woke up you silently thanked whoever was up there for having such a sunny morning, compared to the storm you were surprised with the day prior, as you reached the camping site.

The situation at hand was unexpected and quite messy since you were sleeping in your camper with seven boys, five of them scattered on the couch or in the driving seats. But it was more fun that way, you guessed.

You were traveling with your best friends, Namjoon and Jungkook, when you saw five people standing on the side of the road, with their car nearby surrounded by a thin layer of smoke.

Assuming they needed help and since they were directed to the same destination as the three of you, you offered them a hand and brought them to the camping site with you in your camper.

You slowly got off the bed, tiptoeing towards the exit and careful not to step on any hand or foot. You opened the door and hopped down, feeling the fresh grass beneath your feet. Everything around was still quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the sweet chirping of the birds that populated the trees. The area was well covered by tall, green plants and a few sun rays slipped through their leaves, creating puddles of golden light on the ground.

Before cooking yourself something to eat, you went exploring a bit, finding a couple of cute bunnies near the place and beautiful flowers, until, a bit down the path, you found a little entrance that hid a beautiful tiny lake and without a second thought you went in.

It wasn't really deep so you decided to sit on the moss that engulfed the sides and corners of the natural pool.

After contemplating the nature around you, you slipped in the cold water and slightly moved your limbs in order to get used to the low temperature.

The place was well hidden by the plants and trees, only giving you another open spot on the other side, just to admire the mountains nearby and you allowed yourself to relax. Said mountains were clearly visible and they created a stunning landscape, giving you the possibility to clear your eyes from the dull cities full of skyscrapers.

It seemed like the place was settled on another planet. Spots like this were truly a rare sight and deserved to be protected from the rest of the Earth, you thought.

"What are you doing here?"

As you were absorbed in your own world, a deep and groggy voice spoke up, making you snap your head towards the intruder.

Yoongi stood there, standing on the border of the pool and keeping an eye close to you, a veil of curiosity was wrapped around his sleepy voice.

You took a big breath and slumped your shoulders, the brief tension already subsided. "I was just looking around… this place is beautiful" you contemplated, shifting your eyes towards the landscape again. You felt the water ripple and you just assumed that Yoongi slipped in with you.

"It really is" he breathed, the sound reached your ears quicker than you thought. Turning around, the boy was really closer than you imagined, but he didn't seem to notice because his eyes were settled on the rural view as well.

You slightly shifted, tightening your shoulders as goose bumps emerged on your skin. Yoongi sensed your stiffness right away and moved towards you. With his eyebrows bent in a frown, he asked you if you were cold but you quickly shook your head.

The cold wasn’t the cause of your goose bumps, Yoongi was. You were totally feeling at ease, but having him this close was kinda unusual.

Ever since you two met the other day, you observed how his eyes always lingered for a moment on your figure, how he was always out of words and much more shy when you talked to him. Maybe he was really introverted, you assumed.

But while you were thinking about his behaviour, you have to admit that deep down you briefly daydreamed about him being attracted to you, which would be the reason for his behaviour; and if that was the case you were surely flattered about the idea of a cute guy like him feeling that way towards you.

Another couple of minutes passed by in silence, enjoying the company of the other. Yoongi slowly moved towards you, still keeping his hands on the border and his head bent down slightly.

He pressed his lips together, his whole body screamed shyness and you could perfectly feel how nervous he was. You knew he was trying to tell you something but his throat was completely shut, making it difficult to swallow.

That was when you decided to take the matter in your own hands, "Is everything okay Yoongs?" you asked.

The nickname almost made him blush but he just nodded, without opening his mouth. Your question wasn't much of help so you just tried to put him at ease without any words, just resting your head on his shoulder, to see how he would react.

Yoongi felt like the world had come to a stop and as he realized how close you were. He just stood there, eyes automatically fixated on you.

His hands were tingling. He just wanted to hold you tight against him, but he had to control himself. He had been infatuated with you since the second he laid his eyes on you, but he still didn't know you yet.

He just slipped his right arm around your shoulders, finding a comfortable position to look at the landscape. You smiled a little, content with how he was cuddling you. Even if you met him just the other day, he seemed such a sweet guy and you felt as if you wanted to spend as much time as possible with him.

You closed the space between your bodies by inching closer and closer to him, until your face was buried inside his neck. You took a deep breath and your nostrils were flooded by the masculine scent of his cologne and this made you want to pull him towards you and engulf him in a tight hug, just to be blessed by his presence.

These thoughts of him kept racing in your mind and, as if you were possessed by an unknown force, you placed a hand behind his neck and brought him down to your level, suddenly pressing your lips against his.

Maybe you were being reckless but, hell, you wanted to taste those lips so badly.

For a moment he didn't move at all, totally taken off guard; but when the action processed in his head and felt your sweet lips against his, he finally gave in. His fingertips caressed your sides while he moved his lips on yours, enjoying their softness.

Your other hand found its way between his locks and lightly gripped them, earning a small grunt from him.

His chest was flush against yours as he subconsciously pushed your body against the border of the pond. You were trapped and the only thing you could do was wrapping your legs around his waist. After doing so, his body moved even closer to yours, if that was possible. You two were caught by a sudden passion that didn't let you separate from one another.

His tongue stroked your lower lip, asking for entrance. You swiftly opened your mouth and your tongues danced, wrapped around each other. That warm feeling made you feel tingles all over your body as you caressed the back of his head. After what felt like hours, Yoongi finally broke the kiss and looked at you deeply, contemplating what you had just done.

He regained himself and pushed himself off of you, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that" he blubbered, his head bent down again.

You felt your chest tighten for a moment, confused about why he was apologizing. Maybe he didn't want to do that? You were the one that pulled him in at first, maybe he just kissed you so you wouldn't feel rejected.

But as soon as he spoke up again, your doubts were cleared, "don't get me wrong,” he shook his head when he saw your worried expression “you're really beautiful and you seem a kind and sweet person. But I shouldn't have rushed like that" he blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

You smiled at him, observing his face, and got closer to him once again, "Don't apologize, I enjoyed it" you whispered and licked your lips, "We can do whatever you want to do".

He sighed once he heard your words, still unsure about the situation. He had you on a silver plate and he was mere inches away from a good time or from something that could be deeper, as he let his mind daydream; but still, he didn't know you. Maybe you just wanted to use him for one time, and maybe he would even let you do that. The tension was strong and he couldn't make a decision: he could leave aside his morals for one day, or risk it all and try for something real with you.

Was it really worthy to give in so easily to a stranger? You occupied his mind since he saw you the other day and maybe he could really try and take action on his new feelings.

After thinking about it deeply, he lifted his head and watched you with a slight pained expression "I've known you for just one day, even less, but you already make me go crazy", so he conjoined again your bodies and kissed you.

The tension that built up inside you while waiting for an answer left your soul as soon as you felt his warm presence again against you. You didn't have time to reflect on his confession as you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck, lightly biting his lower lip and tasting him.

He sighed, his breath hot on your lips and you felt his fingertips brush your sides, slipping under your shirt. You unconsciously arched your back, giving him more access to explore your body. His cold hands gripped the flesh where your ribs were, picking you up and placing you on the border, with his hips in between your legs. A small whimper left your mouth as you felt his crotch push against your centre, pressing your nails into his shoulder blades.

His lips slightly turned into a grin, the sweet sound reaching his ears. Your moans were heaven to him and as he secured an arm around your waist, his other hand started to caress your thigh, slowly inching closer and closer towards the hem of your shorts.

Your heart was beating fast against your chest and it was difficult to breathe. His finger slid in your thin shorts that were soaked and clinging to your skin. He gently stroked your sensitive bud, earning another delicious moan from you. A new wave of pleasure washed over you as you felt hot pressure against your clit. He soon reached your entrance, he circled his fingers around it, collecting your arousal and teasing you. You broke the kiss and whimpered again while trying to catch your breath.

Your hips involuntarily pushed towards his hand, wanting just to feel his fingers in you, but before you could express your needs he removed his hand from your shorts and gripped at the hem of the clothing. Immediately taking the hint, you placed your hands on the hard surface and raised your hips, allowing him to take off your pants and underwear together.

His hand returned to its place as he rubbed the wet skin around your entrance, thanks to how wet you were, his finger dipped with ease in your heat, disappearing between your folds. The delicious burn made you cry out his name, throwing your head back, your nails scratching the ground at your sides.

Your hips slightly rolled with the movement of his hand, his face was buried in your neck, leaving wet kisses and bites that will surely leave a mark on your skin. Your hand reached Yoongi's locks, pulling them and making him groan against you, fingers pushing even deeper inside you and stroking your sweet spot.

You felt your orgasm approach quickly, a string of moans and whimpers left your lips. Yoongi's thumb pressed against your clit, circling it harshly and finally bringing you to the edge. Your hand gripped his hair even tighter and you cried out his name, legs shaking as a pang of pleasure exploded in your lower abdomen.

But Yoongi didn't stop, with his lips attached to yours, blocking your screams, he kept pistoning his fingers in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm until your shaky hand gripped his wrist, as you were too sensitive to continue.

He broke the kiss and brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting your sweet cum on his digits, "You taste delicious, princess" he spoke with his deep voice, planting another kiss on your lips.

You smiled at him in your post-orgasm haze, cheeks flushed with droopy eyes. "I should return the favour now, what do you think?" your legs moved closer to him on their own, and you found your hand already making its way towards his tummy.

He took your hand in his, shaking his head "I don't wanna waste time, I want to be buried inside you right now" he claimed, grabbing your arm and spinning you around, trapping you again between the ground and his waist.

You whined at his sudden action, but Yoongi didn't give you any time to understand what was happening as he brought his hand down your butt cheek harshly, a light smack reached your ears.

You moaned at the sudden contact, feeling your plump skin burn under his tight grip, "M-More… please," you cried out for him, feeling an unknown pleasure from what he was doing. You never minded that much, a bit of spanking was always there in your bed activities but Yoongi literally lit up a fire inside of you and you melted every time his palms touched your hot skin.

"Is princess that needy?" you could feel the smug grin in his voice, satisfied with the effect he had on you. You bit hard on your lip and pushed back your butt, nodding fervently. He quickly pulled down his pants, his warm cock now rested heavily against your backside as he stroked your cheeks.

However, instead of giving you what you wanted, he wrapped a hand around himself and pressed his tip in your entrance, without entering fully. You whined again, sick of all his teasing while you squirmed under him, desperate to feel him inside.

He blocked your movements with one hand and bent down towards your ear, growling "Stop being a brat, or else daddy won't give you the fuck that you deserve today" his teeth grazed the shell of your ear, biting it and finally pushing his length fully inside of you.

A loud moan left your throat at the sudden intrusion. Yoongi gave you some time to adjust as he wrapped his arm around your waist, "But for now I will let that pass, I don't wanna play games" as he said this, he began moving his hips. His thrusts weren't fast, but slow, deep and intense, making you feel at every movement that delicious stroke against your walls that almost made you go crazy.

You searched his hand with yours until you found it on your hip, and squeezed it. The tender gesture of holding hands was in stark contrast with the things he was doing to you. While his right hand was occupied with yours, his left one travelled towards your swollen bud, ready to give it again the attention deserved.

As his thrusts sped up, slamming his hips against you, his digits quickly worked their magic on your clit. "Yes…! Yoongi, oh my god," you mewled, the pleasure difficult to bear, "You're so big, it feels too good," you praised him, pushing your head back, trying to meet his thrusts.

You could hear him gasping from time to time, in sync with his dick coming in and out of you. Another wave of pleasure washed over you when you realized how strained he sounded, proud that you were making him feel this way.

His hips stuttered and the pace he was maintaining started to falter. You knew he was near the edge by the small grunts that left his glistening lips with every thrust and you were close as well.

As you finally managed to match with his thrusts, setting a new, hard pace, Yoongi dug his nails into your soft skin, "Fuck princess, you're squeezing me so tight" almost out of breath, he gripped onto you as if his life depended on it.

Another couple of quick, rough thrusts and he found himself slumping over you, whispering your name in a broken moan, right into your ear. You shuddered as you felt his cum coating your velvety walls, milking him as you reached your climax as well for the second time.

As the after waves of the orgasm wouldn't let your legs stop quivering, Yoongi squeezed his arms around you, keeping you close to him as he rested his head on your back, eyes closed and catching his breath. 

You two stood there, without moving for a moment, your limbs slowly relaxing.

"That was amazing" he whispered with a raspy voice, getting off of you and caressing your arms. You smiled to yourself and nodded, agreeing with him without a single word, turning towards him and putting on your long-forgotten shorts.

Yoongi kissed your forehead with a foreign sweetness, enveloping you again in a warm hug. You closed your eyes and buried yourself deep into his chest as your mind slowly came back to reality. You glanced up, staring into his eyes and playing with your nails, you suddenly had many questions swarming inside your head but maybe… it was better not to open your mouth for now.

You suddenly took a look at your hands and noticed how wrinkled they were, you scrunched up your nose and showed your palms to Yoongi. "I think it's better if we get out of here" you pouted and Yoongi nodded, soon following you.

When you returned to the camping site, everyone was awake and eating breakfast. Jimin spotted the two of you first and waved at you, calling for Yoongi. "Where were you, lovebirds? You're totally soaked" he took a close look on you, going inside the camper to take two warm towels and you kindly thanked him.

"We discovered a little pond down there, it's really nice and it's not even that deep," Yoongi explained, sitting on the bench next to Hoseok, with you next to him.

Currently, Jin had just finished cooking breakfast for everyone, while Taehyung already had his nose deep in his precious strawberries. You remembered him mentioning his love for those fruits, and at first you didn't understand his excitement but after he let you try his strawberries… you swear that was the sweetest thing you ever tried.

In front of you sat Jungkook, playing some game on his phone, with Namjoon by his side, who was eyeing you in a weird way. But you didn't mind his behaviour at that moment.

For now you just wanted to eat and enjoy the rest of the day with the boys. You still felt butterflies in your stomach while thinking about what happened at the lake and you were excited to discover what that day would bring to you.