#oh and the smallest little bit of chest hair peeking out

[takobaki]

𓆩♡𓆪 Snowy innocence 𓆩♡𓆪 // PT: 3

彡Like a kid in a candy shop彡

˗ˏˋSams shop´ˎ˗

A/N: So this one has a bit of Alkni's backstory or well the events leading up to her being transported to NRC lol, also Ik what imp means just in case lmao

Fun fact Alkni's name is pronounced Alk-e even though that isn't the actual way to say the name

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"Welcome to Mister S's Mystery Shop! My friends on the other side tell me you came here looking for something. Ee hee hee!" Sam said as he waved to the the Octavinelle students, a warm and welcoming smile on his face "Oh- Whose that little imp!" Same asked as he pointed to Alkni, who only buried her face into Floyds neck, trembling slightly

"That's what we're hoping you would tell us" Azul said as he grabbed Alkni, setting her on the ground. "Do you think you could get your friends on the other side to help us find out" He continued while gently rubbing the 5 year old girls head. Sam let out a hum as he nodded, before turning to Alkni with a smile "Of course I can, my store will meet anyone's needs! Now little imp, what's your name" Sam asked as he slightly bent down to look at the little girl, before turning around to grab her a octopus shaped lollipop

Alkni happily took the candy from him, quickly popping it in her mouth as Sam let out a quiet chuckle. "A...Alk...n..i" The 5 year old girl spoke as she grabbed Azul's pant leg, still slightly weary of Sam

"How are we supposed to even feed that- that- kid if we cant even feed ourselves!?" Yelled the woman, venom lacing her tone as she slammed her fists against the creaky wooden table "Just throw her out again. She'll probably find some way to eat and maybe someone will take her so we don't have to deal with her" The light haired male said as he leaned back, his head resting against the wall as he picked at his teeth. Alkni flinched hard as she peeked through the door leading into the room they were talking in, as tears grew in her eyes. Quickly wiping her tears with her scarred fist, she quietly went to find even the smallest bits of food so she wouldn't have to go hungry for as long as she currently has

Sitting on the cold ground, the little hugged her knees close to her chest as she listened to the people happily chatting with one and another, completely obvious to the child left all alone again. Pushing herself up with the help of the wall, she peeked over the corner of her hiding place, hoping to find maybe a food vendor or a new shop that might've opened. Taking a step out, she reluctantly walked over to the bakery since there where no such things that she had hoped for, while silently begging that the owner would maybe allow her to get something this one time Peeking in through the large windows, she saw that there seemed to be a new person working there, making her eyes light up in hope. Yet all that hope went down the drain as she felt a hand grip her arm tightly. "What did I tell you about trying to steal from my shop. How many times do I need to kick you out for you to understand that you. aren't. getting, Anything" The owner hissed, his tone full of venom as he glared at the small girl, making her winch as turned her head away. The man clearly didn't know of her situation as if he did, he may have been nicer- or not. Dragging her harshly through the streets, he turned a corner, appearing in a rather messy alleyway, pieces of glass and cardboard littering the floor, as he tossed her down harshly onto the dirty floor, causing pieces of glass to cut her skin. "If you ever come back again to my shop, I wont hesitate to call the police on you like I should've done awhile ago" The man hissed before walking away Alkni attempted to push herself up, her hands trembling as they got nicked on the small shards of glass, making her let out quiet yelps. As the extremely small childs stomach let out a rumble, she sat against the wall of a building, tears filling her eyes as she let out a quiet sob while she wrapped her arms around her stomach in a attempt to quiet the rumbling. After sitting there for longer then she thought, she felt drops of rain hit against her pale skin, making her flinch as she snapped out of her zombie like trance. Alkni let out a quiet yawn as she looked up to the sky as the rain rewet her dried tears Gathering pieces of cardboard she attempted to form them into the shape of a bed, just wanting to go to sleep and wake up from the nightmare she was forced to live in, even if it was impossible

Alkni was sat on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth as she slowly chewed on her lollipop that Sam had given her. Sam stared at the little girl, as he thought about what his friends from the other side had told him about her, and what she had gone through. Walking over to her, he bent down to meet her eye to eye, as he gave her a warm smile in a attempt to comfort her.

"Do you see anything that you would like little imp, " Sam asked Alkni with a warm smile as he gently rubbed her head "I'm sure you will be able to find something you like!" He continued as he gestured around the store.

Alkni looked at him surprised for a moment as if she was asking as if he was serious, making the shop owner let out a chuckle as he nodded "Whatever you want" Sam confirmed as he picked her up, before setting her on the floor

As Alkni was looking through the store, albeit wearily, Sam went over to the three Octavinelle students, using the fact that she was focused on something else to explain to the three boys about what had happened to her

As Sam was finishing up speaking with Azul, Jade, and Floyd, he felt a small tug at his pants leg, and upon looking down, he saw Alkni holding a bread shaped stuffed animal, Alkni thinking that it was actual food instead of a toy. "You want that little imp? Well then its all yours" Sam exclaimed with a warm smile as he gently ruffed her messy dusty black hair.

Standing up, Sam looked towards the students again, his gaze slightly darker then usual. "Be careful with them" Sam spoke to them as he crossed his arms ocer his chest, before looking down at Alkni with a warm smile, only to see her trying to eat the bread shaped stuffed animal, making him cover his mouth in a attempt to cover a chuckle

[mlmxreader]

Beggin' | Benny Lafitte x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Can I request “I wanna hear you beg for me to fuck you” and size kink with Benny please

I'm a s*ut for this man I mean look at him ❞

: ̗̀➛ Benny can be a really fucking mean tease when he wants to be.

: ̗̀➛ anal sex, anal fingering, begging, enthusiastic consent, rough sex, swearing, spit/drool, size kink, praise, sofa sex, dom/sub dynamics, BRIEF Daddy kink, biting kink

↳ MINORS & AGEESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ ONLY

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The sun was shining brightly as a temperate weather began to settle in, making you wish that it would stay that way forever; usually at this time of year, Louisiana could be so bloody humid and sticky, but days like this were a fucking blessing and then some. As always, Benny would be working the night shift, which you always hated but you knew why he did it so you didn’t complain. 

You watched as he pottered around your kitchen, his shirt wide open until he took it off and tossed it aside to expose his magnificent body. Benny was a big guy, with his stomach hanging over the edge of his trousers and his large chest; his thick arms and the slowly greying hairs that sat on them as well as his navel and across his chest.

You began to bite and chew at the insides of your cheek, thinking about all the things he could do to you. How he was so big that overpowering you would be so easy.

He noticed you looking at him, and smiled as he winked at you. It made you squirm as you sucked in a harsh and unsteady breath, knowing just how easy it would be for him to pin you down and wishing that he would already. 

But Benny was far from fair, and knew all the right buttons to press to tease you and to get you going.

You hated him for it, even though you loved him for everything else in the world that he did and was. 

To play his game was easy enough, though, so you slowly began to unbutton the first few rows of your shirt until it gave him the smallest peek of the top of your chest, enough to draw his attention for a few seconds too long for it to be just a mere glimpse thrown your way.

You began to unfasten your belt, but before you could start to free it from its loops, Benny was stood between your legs, towering over you with his hands digging into the back of the leather sofa at either side of your head. 

You were all too aware of just how big he was, trying to hold back an excited whimper but it was all in vain. He tilted his head to the side, hunger in his pale blue eyes as he dragged his tongue along his bottom lip. Slowly, you reached out, and put your hands on his large bare chest as your breath hitched in your throat.

You swallowed thickly, all too able to feel how cold his skin was, sending a delightful shiver down your spine as you squirmed and wished that he would pin you down. 

“You gonna keep teasin’ me, sugar?” Benny asked, his voice a low and harsh growl, his grip on the sofa getting a little tighter.

You reached up, about to kiss him when he gently grabbed your throat and pushed you away slightly. “I could ask you the same thing, don’t you think?”

He chuckled softly, gently tracing your skin from your jaw down to where your shirt was buttoned. His cold fingers making you shiver and shake until you moaned softly and bucked your hips. Desperate and needy for him already.

“Oh, sugar, I wanna hear you beg for me to fuck you ‘fore I even think of doin’ anythin’ to ya.”

You wanted to scold him and tell him that he was a bastard for teasing you so much. With a soft growl, you bit down on the middle of your tongue to keep yourself from moaning. “Please? Please, can you fuck me? I promise I’ll be good, please. Come on, please? Benny, please? Pretty please? Benny, I promise I’ll be good.”

Benny hummed as he considered your plea for a moment, but then he shook his head and he smiled. “Little bit more now, c’mon.”

“Benny!” You almost cried out as you pleaded, a mere whine. “Please, stop teasing me! Fuck me, please!”

Finally, he caved as he leaned in and kissed you with a harsh move; you kissed him back immediately with just as much fervour and hunger, moving to let him straddle your waist and pin you down with your back against the seat of the sofa.

His thick forearms on either side of your head as he grinned down at you upon breaking the kiss; you laced one hand in his hair and the other at the side of his jaw, his greying beard tickling the palm of your hand and making you laugh quietly.

He was so big, and being so close only made it worse for you. Unable to even try to suppress the moan that left you when he put his thigh between your legs and allowed you to grind down against it; your moans began to get louder, aware of his big arms and his large stomach, his cool body temperature. 

You wanted to call out his name, especially when he put his hand under your boxers and began to play with you the second you gave him explicit consent to do so; he was always so keen on that, never doing anything without your say so.

But he got you all riled up and needy for him before he pulled away entirely, pausing for a moment to admire you before he softly tutted and shook his head.

“C’mon now, sugar, don’t be shy - why don’t ya tell Daddy what you want?”

You growled in frustration as you did your best not to buck your hips against him. “Please, I need you to stop teasing me and fuck me already!”

“I didn’t ask what you needed,” Benny grinned. “I asked what you wanted.”

You let out a long hiss as you rolled your eyes. “I want you to fuck me, please. Please, Benny? Just fuck me.”

Licking his lips, Benny disappeared for a moment before coming back with the bottle of lube from the bedroom; he was quick to help you undress, and even quicker to use his thick fingers to stretch your ass open with aid of the lube. 

“Face down, ass up,” Benny told you, and when you got into position, he growled softly. “You remember the safe word?”

“Baguette,” you told him.

Benny praised you softly, but you soon heard him unzip his trousers and push the fabric down, and when you felt the tip of his cock against your ass, you immediately pushed back and began to grind against him; but Benny didn’t waste time, looming over you as he angled himself up before slowly easing into you.

It hurt a little where his dick was so fat, stretching you out even more so that you could really feel the pressure. You moaned loudly as you pressed your forehead against the arm of the sofa.

A soft whimper of his name escaping you.

Benny stalled, giving you time to adjust as he made you sure you felt just how fucking big he was, as well as to catch your breath. But then you began to move, and Benny hummed lowly as he began to roll his hips, feelling you writhe and try to get as close to him as you possibly could, moaning his name. 

He loved how tight your ass was, just as he loved the begs that eventually came from you as well. The very second he heard that, he amped up his pace, rutting into you with harsh and long strokes - unable to deny that you were so warm and took every inch of his thick, fat cock so fucking eagerly.

He leaned over and sank his teeth into your shoulder, leaving his mark on you - claiming you as his and only his.

You could feel your release getting close already, his cock stretching you out so much that you knew you could never be with anyone else. Desperate to match his pace and eager to do so, chest heaving as you gripped the sofa as tight as you could without breaking it. Fuck, Benny was good.

His cock was so fat and his arms so thick, his chest and stomach so fucking big. He leaned against you, showing you just how much bigger he was, and you couldn’t help it, bucking your hips and trying to get every little touch you could.

The pace he was fucking you was relentless, making you rock back and forth with each stroke and each snap of his hips.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, legs shaking and toes curling as you loudly called his name, sweat dripping from your face; you were a little sensitive and raw, but begged Benny to keep going as he trapped you beneath his body and the sofa.

Your tongue lolled and fell from your mouth and over your lip, a long string of drool dangling from its tip as you begged him to do whatever he wanted to. 

Benny grabbed you a little harder, one hand at the side of you while the other took your jaw. Forcing you to turn your head to the side and look at him before he ran his tongue across your bottom lip as you opened your mouth; he was quick, crashing your mouth against his as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

Your tight asshole starting to clench around him and milk him as he began to cum at last; his thrusts getting slow and sloppy until he pulled out once he was sure he was finished. Watching it dribble out before he smiled and smacked your ass playfully.

“Now ain’t that just the nicest sight in the world?” He hummed, taking a moment to admire his handiwork before he gently helped you up. “You wanna get in the shower with me?”

You nodded, clinging onto his large frame as you let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, just make sure the water’s actually hot this time, please?”

He grinned, softly kissing you as he nodded. “I will, I will.” 

[livinginatimeof-myths]

Sneak Peek of Upcoming Chapter

Upon request, here is a sneak peek of the next chapter. Fair warning-it is unedited, unfinished, in desperate need of work, and without so much as a spot of context. Enjoy! :D

"Well?" Gaius frowned as he held up a vial, tilting it this way and that to try and ascertain its contents. "Come on, out with it. We don't have all day."

He set the vial down with more force than strictly necessary, grumbling, "Merlin was supposed to label these. Does this contain eye of newt or wart of toad?"

He cast a scowling look on the man fast asleep, tucked under blankets. At the sight of black hair peeking out, his eyes softened and he merely harrumphed. 

Percival felt a bit sick and hastily said before Gaius could reveal more of his ingredients, "It's Gwaine."

At that, Gaius came to a slow halt, hands coming to rest on the table as he turned to face the knight. He'd noted the distinct absence of the smallest knight, of course-Merlin and Gwaine were thick as thieves and many a night Gaius had awoken to their giggling as they snuck into his chambers-but hadn't had time to give it much thought. Now that he did have a moment, worry flickered in his chest. Nothing short of war would have kept Gwaine away from Merlin on his sickbed. 

He sighed and reached for lengths of cloth, rolling them tightly and tucking them into the dark leather pouch. Deliberating briefly, he ultimately turned on his heel and crossed the room to peer at the wall of books. Lifting a little onto his toes, he braced one hand on the shelves for balance and selected a thick tome with the other. It was labeled, A History of the Science of Healing, Volume I.

"What are the injuries?" Gaius asked, thumbing through the pages rapidly. He didn't look up as he found the spot he was looking for and tore a page out. He let it flutter to the floor carelessly and Percival tilted his head, thoroughly confused. 

"Ribs, probably." He said, then considered for a moment. "Maybe lungs."

Now that the page-glued on decades prior-was out of the way, Gaius used his fingernails to pry a thin book out of the hollow that had protected it for years. After all, who would look inside a book to find another book? It had been through extreme fortune Leon had not discovered it during the Agravain affair. Gaius had fought to keep his eyes forward, away from the wall where he’d hidden it amongst hundreds of other books, heart pounding in his chest. 

 As he gathered the last of his items, he absentmindedly noted to have Merlin gather more willow bark. The last of it went into the pouch. As he started to sling it over his shoulder, his eyes widened and he stopped dead. His hands trembled where they rested on the cool leather. 

Percival had eagerly bounded to the door when Gaius had raised the bag. He was already out of it by the time Gaius had paused. 

He poked his head through the open frame. 

"I think-" He took in the blank expression on the physician's face, the way his fingers twitched, and where his eyes were resting. Merlin. 

"Oh." He said quietly, guilt bubbling up. In his eagerness to help one friend, he'd neglected another. It felt frightfully familiar. He stepped back inside the chamber and closed the door softly behind him.

Merlin stirred at the sound, spurring Gaius to stride over and lay a glowing hand on the man’s head. Within an instant, Merlin’s movements slowed and his chest fell back into deep, even breaths. Gaius didn’t remove his hand, though the glow faded, running gentle fingers through thick black hair. 

Percival came to stand beside them, pleased to see the way Merlin breathed slowly and steadily. There was no pain on his face, only the simple relaxation of deep sleep. Where his shirt had rucked up in his sleep, Percival could see bruises just beginning to yellow around the edges. He was on the way to healing well.

“He will be fine.” Gaius didn’t sound convinced at his own words and his hand slipped down to feel the pulse in Merlin’s neck. It sent back clear, strong beats of blood beneath his finger. 

Percival didn’t say anything, sensing the physician wasn’t done.

Finally, Gaius looked up at Percival. His face hardened and for the first time, Percival could see what decades of persecution, fear, and an iron will to survive had done to him. Gaius looked exhausted, face lined and drawn. His eyes sparked with flinty, grim determination. His mouth set into a pained line. It was a face that belonged on a warrior, not a healer. Percival wondered suddenly what the decades of struggle had cost him, how many friends he’d seen burn at the stake, how much he’d lost. The way Gaius cradled Merlin’s head in his hand clarified, the gentle touch a sharp contrast to the overwhelming grief that made the physician bow his head over his ward. 

What was it like, Percival thought, to love someone who represented all that had gotten those of the elder-of your-generation killed? Merlin was unlike other sorcerers-nearly all of the survivors old and crafty enough to hide when Uther’s edict was first issued-Percival had met in the past. Where their eyes held flint and fire, a promise to burn the world around them in an effort to shunt their pain, Merlin’s eyes held wonder and a captivating dynamism. He had survived where so many of Gaius's generation had not. Percival could no more blame them for their anger than he could allow them to destroy the home he’d found.

[borinqucn]

@emehritus​​    \    alpha     :    [ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 ]   :   one  muse  gives  the  other  oral  which  has  them  arching  off  the  bed  in  ecstacy.

with alpha, nothing was ever straight forward. banter here, there, going around in circle after circle until they finally got to their destination. cirrus doesn’t mind, in fact, she thinks it’s fun. it’s fun to get alpha all worked up, to the point where you can see it. how his shoulders come to tense, spade ended tail whipping back and forth. it just makes cirrus smirk more it’s only when she sees him get there that cirrus is careful with her words. it’s when his teeth gnash that cirrus thinks that alpha couldn’t be sexier. she loves getting him to the edge of attacking. for how tense his voice got hers remained as cooly as it always did. though maybe she poked him a little too much, alpha literally pounces cirrus, baring her own claws to grab his arms and fight for dominance until she loses. she lost. a hard pill to swallow as she lays there. though, there is something that she can say for him. he’s an attentive ghoul. lips pressing against her skin, cirrus’ eyes fluttering closed sighing. for as much as she wanted to take back the control she lost from him, she wanted to see what he would do with it. red eyes come to peek, platinum hair framing his face as eyes meet, cirrus biting her bottom lip writhing a bit beneath his watchful eye. the last thing she is was embarrassed, but still the heat with a blush rushing to her cheeks. ‘ i guess you got me where you want me. ‘ tone smooth though laced with lust. ‘ now what ? ‘ almost challenging the fire ghoul, the smallest rim of red visible with the smirk upon her ghoulish features. with no hesitation, he’s between her legs, using his fangs to remove her underwear before nipping on her thighs. the ghoulette writhing, anticipation building within her chest manifesting as a growl, a warning to the other to stop his teasing. the last thing cirrus was, was patient. while understanding that being patient was perhaps better in the long run, she knows what’s coming and would rather just have him get to it rather than play with her. 

though she plays with him when the roles are reversed. a taste of her own medicine.

the most he gets is a growl though nothing else. she’s then patient waiting until his tongue finally swipes along her folds, eyes snapping open, inhaling deeply, ‘ mmmm ‘ even smiling a bit. that was all the encouragement he needed it looked like cause the way his arms hook themselves around her thighs pulling her towards him, his own claws digging into them gently. licking and sucking her core with no mercy, lapping at her as though she were his last meal. this is how she liked to be treated. ‘ alpha. ‘ her tone desperate as she gasped for air clutching onto the mattress. no remorse for her, no breaks, though his own breathing picking up to keep up with her. ‘ alpha. ‘ moaning his name now, reaching down to grab a fistful of platinum locks to pull. his own moan was music to her ears as she lets go, smiling wide. the familiar feeling building within her core. ‘ oh fuck. ‘ gasping grinding against him chasing her release as his forked tongue relentlessly works at her. cresting until her climax washes over her, yelling as she does, continuing her grinding riding out her orgasm until she was satisfied, though it seemed like he wasn’t. lapping up whatever he could from her before his grip finally loosens, letting her lie against the plushness beneath, sighing, satisfaction washing throughout every cell in her body, curling in on herself knowing she needed to get him back, but first she just needed a moment from what she swears was top ten orgasms of her life.

[pennylanefics]

Perfect Day - Paul Lahote

a/n: an idea from lily (@lilyyyyk242) again :)

“Paul, what’s up?” You greet your boyfriend at your front door. It was around eleven in the morning, and he hadn’t texted you that he was coming over, so it was a bit surprising.

“I wanted to surprise you with a date today, if you’re not busy.” He takes a quick look at your lazy outfit and laughs lightly. “Which I’m assuming you’re not.”

“Oh shut it. Let me get dressed and I’ll be down.” You invite him inside and quickly run upstairs.

Soon enough, you are dressed in a pair of leggings and a casual t-shirt, taking a hold of Paul’s hand as he guides you out to his car. Like the gentleman he is, he opens your door for you, but before you sit, you find a bouquet of roses in the spot.

“What is this?” You wonder, picking it up. There is a note resting inside of it. It reads: “just because I love you.”

“I know you love random gifts, and I saw these while on my way here. I thought they were just as beautiful as you,” he flirts. Your face heats up and you curl into his chest, hugging him.

“I love them. Now, where are we going?” You ask, hopping into the car. He runs around after shutting your door, starting the car and taking off.

“That is a surprise, and what we are doing is a surprise.”

“You know I hate surprises,” you groan. He laughs and shakes his head, reaching over to hold your hand.

“I know. But I never surprise you, so just be okay with it this one time. And when I propose to you,” he tapers off during the last part. Your eyes narrow at him, but you break moments later.

“I would hope that’s a surprise, though. That’s the one thing I will let slide.”

The drive is a little longer than you were expecting, but you didn’t mind. He was taking you to La Push, to your favorite beach, one that was mostly secluded from people aside from the pack occasionally.

“And we are here,” he announces, parking the car. He gets into the backseat and grabs the picnic basket he made, or Emily helped him make, and the blankets so you’re not sitting on the sand.

You two slowly make your way to your usual spot, about ten feet from the water. He sets the blankets up and hands you one of the pre-made sandwiches.

“It’s a really beautiful day today,” you point out after swallowing your bite of food. He smiles and looks over at you, admiring the way your eyes shine in the hint of sunlight peeking out from the clouds.

“Not the only thing that’s beautiful today,” he mumbles with a small smile. You hear his little comment and shove him playfully.

“What’s up with you? You’re much more flirty and cheeky today. Not that that’s a bad thing, but is something up?” Paul was never one for grand gestures, in all honesty. He would much rather just take you to a fancy restaurant or have a movie night at home.

“I just felt like surprising my girl and making her happy,” he shrugs, leaning over to kiss your cheek. He sets his sandwich down and reaches over to the bouquet that you brought with you, not wanting them to wilt in the car. He plucks one rose and cracks the stem away from the actual flower, leaving an inch or so of the stem.

“Paul! Why did you-” He shushes you and reaches over to place the flower behind your ear. He brushes your hair aside and grins, proud of himself.

“Beautiful flower for my beautiful girl,” he whispers, kissing you sweetly.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cry,” you whimper. Paul laughs and pulls you into his chest.

“I just wanna be a good boyfriend,” he says. “I feel like I haven’t been a good one recently because of patrol shifts with the pack and everything going on, I wanted to treat you.” Finally, he admits why. You gaze up at him, caressing his cheek.

“Paul, you don’t have to prove it. I know you’re a wonderful boyfriend, hell, even the smallest of texts from you make me happy. Don’t feel like you have to prove anything because I know that you love me,” you let him know.

He leans in to kiss you again, but multiple rain drops hitting both of your faces stop you. Looking up at the sky, you realize the sun is hidden and grey clouds have taken over, the usual for Washington.

“No, don’t fucking start,” he groans. You giggle as soon as the rain pours down moments later. He falls onto his back, rubbing his face, sighing as the rain pelts the two of you.

“Come on!” You shout over the rainfall. Paul opens his eyes and sits back up.

“What?”

“Come dance with me!” You beg. Paul raises his eyebrows as you get up and start twirling around, letting the cool rain soak you. He laughs and stands as well, running right over to you and spinning you around in his arms.

Your giggle sounds throughout the empty beach, making Paul’s heart race. He loves your laugh, so hearing it on what was supposed to be a fun, non-rainy day, it cheered him up a lot.

You eventually calm down some and Paul wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close to him.

“Today was supposed to be perfect, and Washington weather has ruined it again,” he complains.

“Hey, the day isn’t over yet. And I think it’s been pretty damn perfect,” you tell him. You stand on your tippy-toes to kiss him.

It lasts for a quite a bit, Paul’s hands trailing up your soaked body to cup your cheeks. Instantly, they begin to warm up, due to his heated skin and all.

“You wanna head back to mine?” He asks. You nod and walk over to your pile of stuff. You help him gather everything and bring it back to the car.

Halfway through the drive back, you started to shiver, since you weren’t able to dry off.

“Scoot over here,” Paul murmurs, after glancing over at you every now and then. You grin, moving over on the bench seat of his truck, and into his side.

“Holy shit, I love you,” you gasp, eyes falling closed as you take in the heat. He chuckles and nuzzles his cheek against the top of your damp head.

Once back at his place, you take a quick shower and change into a pair of Paul’s clothes, your favorite thing to lounge in while staying with him. He sets up a movie on his TV for the two of you to watch.

“I don’t know about you, but today was the best day that I’ve had in a while,” you mumble happily against the bare skin of Paul’s chest.

“Really?” He wonders. You hum, eyes falling closed as his hand trails up and down your back, spreading heat over the rest of your body.

“Yeah. Thanks for surprising me. You should definitely do it more often.” Paul chuckles and tightens his grip around you.

“Believe me, I will.”

[sukirichi]

not shy

megumi was not shy around his crush — and that’s a fucking lie.

request: shy megumi who is really flustered around his crush + his friends and gojo-sensei helping him confess

note: this is fluff and a semi crack fic too LOL i hope you guys enjoy this, i had a lot of fun with this one! unedited too, as usual!

word count: 4.5k

masterlist !

playlist made by the lovely @savantsoulfinder​ thank you so much! 

“Yo, Megumi-kun, can you take—” Satoru halted in his steps, following the trail of sight that his dark-haired student seemed to be so enamoured in to not even notice his teacher walk his way. “What are you staring at?” when his gaze landed on you, head thrown back in laughter and slapping Panda’s arm over Yuuji’s joke, Satoru’s eyes beamed even under the blindfold. “Oh? You like Y/N?”

Upon hearing your name, Megumi immediately snapped back to life. He scoffed and turned away from you, scowling to himself with his arms crossed against his chest. “No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” So defensive.

“Is that so?” Satoru teased while biting back his laughter, “Guess you won’t mind if I call her then. Hey, Y/N!”

“Gojo-sensei, what’re you doing?!” Megumi grabbed his teacher’s sleeve, whisper-hissing and cursing under his breath when Satoru caught your attention. You waved at them both, skipping until you were getting impossibly closer and closer and closer.

“Well, I don’t want you to carry these all alone. You’re gonna need some help.”

“I’m perfectly fine – h-hi.”

Shit, you were now here. You smiled up at him, hands folded below your bottom before tipping your head to the side, looking under Megumi’s ducked head to see his face. “Hey there, Megumi! Looking cute today,” you winked, causing the poor boy to blush madly. You never noticed, though, your attention now taken by your teacher turning red as he stopped his laughter. “Gojo-sensei! You called me?”

“Oh yeah, you’re just right on time. I was going to ask Megumi here to bring these books all back to my office but it’s probably too heavy for him so I asked—”

“It’s not heavy,” Megumi took the books that Satoru placed in your welcoming arms, the slightest touch sending jolts of electricity down his spine. He pulled away and clutched the books closer to himself at the sudden buzz, narrowing his eyes at his teacher who obviously couldn’t mind his own business. “I can carry it by myself.”

“I still wanna help, and I really don’t mind. Plus, I haven’t talked to you in a long time. I actually kind of feel like you’re avoiding me,” you pouted, and that simple gesture had Megumi feeling like he was sinking deeper into the ground.

He was ready for the whole world to swallow him up.

Satoru took pleasure in Megumi’s reddish ears and clenched jaw, cupping his own jaw with his hands as if to mock. “Aw, Megumi, why would you avoid precious Y/N? Did she do something wrong to you?”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Well, if there’s nothing wrong, you two better scoot before you get late to your other class!”

“Alright, see you around, Gojo-sensei!” Shit, why were you such a good girl? Now he was stuck with you, and Megumi huffed while hesitantly sharing the books with him. You walked close enough to him that he caught a slight whiff of your shampoo, the scent clouding over his usually sharp mind. Now, though, Megumi could barely recognize the hallways he walked on, relying only on you to lead the way. “So...how’ve you been?”

“Fine.”

“How about your studies? We have an exam next week – maybe you want to study together? Inumaki-senpai and I were supposed to have a study group with the others but everyone just wants to study by themselves,” you turned to him with a small smile, “I do better when I’m with someone though.”

Megumi managed to give you a split second glance before he darted his eyes back in front of him again, swallowing audibly because he couldn’t understand why you had to look so pretty smiling like that.

His palms grew sweaty with each passing second, and he grimaced at the uncomfortably feeling of his collar getting sticky. “Uh, wh-where would we study? We don’t have a library or anything.”

“The training grounds is refreshing, but I’d like it to do it better in my room.”

“Do what?” Megumi halted in his steps, his eyes blown wide at your words.

“Study, of course. What else?”

He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be worried that you frowned in confusion, almost as if you didn’t understand the weight of your words. But then again, you’d always been so damn oblivious that it made sense. Megumi shook his head, continuing on to the teacher’s office before remembering he still lost his sense of direction, so he bit his lip, obediently following you around like a puppy.

“You shouldn’t just invite anyone to your room, you know.”

Once you both made it to the empty room, you carefully placed the books down on Satoru’s desk. He raised a brow at the extra detail you put into, tongue peeking out from the edges of your lips as you made sure all of them were placed together neatly.

Satisfied with your work, you clapped your hands and turned to him.

“I’m not. You’re not just anyone to me, Megumi,” Suddenly, you leaned over him, his mind screaming at him when your lips lowered down to his neck. Megumi’s spine stiffened so quick he might as well be a flat board, his chin pressed to his neck when he felt your teeth graze his exposed skin for a moment. “There’s a loose thread,” you showed him a small thread with a small smile, which fell as fast when you saw Megumi standing uncomfortably straight. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to invade your personal space like that!” “I’m a little weird, aren’t I? That would explain why you’ve been avoiding me. Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that...it’s just...”

“Just what?”

His mind blanked. Ask him anything about curses or their history and pretty much anything – he’d be able to answer – but not this. They didn’t teach this in the books and out of frantic nervousness, Megumi ended up spewing the first thing he could think of, his brows drawn together that only added to his intimidating look.

“I’m just annoyed that you scored higher than me on the previous exam.”

“Oh,” you fell for it, snapping your fingers together as you laughed. Somehow, the sound of your melodious laughter had his shoulders easing from the tension, the smallest of smiles hinting at the edge of his lips. Gosh, he was so whipped for you. “Was that really it? I thought you were avoiding me for something serious! Well, how about this, let’s study together and let’s see who’s the smarter one. The loser will get tickled to death!”

“I haven’t even agreed to that condition yet.”

“Okay, what do you want if you win?”

Megumi blushed as he blurted out, “You.”

Before he could regret what he just said, you scrunched your nose and pointed to yourself. “Me what? You want me to do something? You want me to buy you ice cream or—”

“Never mind,” he mumbled behind his palm that was now covering his mouth, refusing to show you that he actually wanted to laugh at how naive you could be. Not that he was complaining; it saved him great pain that you could never know his feelings for you. “I’ll ask for it when I’m sure I’ll win.”

“Ah, not a man of uncalculated risks, I see,” you ruffled his hair, the poor boy stiffening up again under your touch. “This is why I like you so much. You’re so thoughtful.”

“Please don’t touch my hair.”

Megumi was complaining, his shoulders raised beside his ears while he scowled at you, but the way a small, almost inaudible purr left his lips said otherwise. He didn’t want you touching his hair – only because he was shy and it would be the death of him if you saw how easily flustered he was around you.

Thankfully, you showered mercy upon him, raising your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, we should go back to class now.”

Megumi sighed in relief, content for now to walk you all the way back to class as you talked about your day. He wasn’t actually listening, but a stupid smile was there on his face, anyway. He likened the sound of your voice to those of birds chirping and sunshine waking – and he felt like he was the fresh earth you always kissed.

“You’re going to burn a hole in her if you keep staring at her like that.”

“Shut up,” Megumi averted his eyes away from you, stabbing his yogurt with his plastic fork. A part of him felt annoyed that you just had to look so pretty today, your bright voice filling in the cafeteria that put his constant sour mood to shame. The stark difference between you two made Megumi sigh in his seat, abandoning his fork as he leaned back. There was no way you’d like him back. “I wasn’t looking at anyone.”

“Ugh, why are boys so creepy? Staring at Y/N like that, ew.”

Yuuji ignored Nobara’s comment, and for once, Megumi let it slide when Nobara stealed his untouched yogurt. “Why don’t you just tell her you like her? She’s literally the sweetest person ever – the chances of her turning you down are low!”

Nobara snorted, “Yeah, but if the sweetest girl in school rejects you, that’s really humiliating. That would mean she likes everyone but you.”

Satoru popped out of nowhere – that stupid blindfolded bastard who started all this – his arms looped around Yuuji’s neck whose entire face illuminated at having his favourite teacher around. “I think the scary-looking Megumi-chan is actually just too shy to be confess,” he wiggled his eyebrows, pointing a finger fun to Megumi’s deadly narrowed gaze. “Can you believe it? My dark, brooding student is hopelessly in love with the cute, sunshine girl next door that he’s so scared around her? Isn’t that so adorable—”

“Everyone shut up!” he hissed through gritted teeth, “I’m not scared of anyone or anything.”

“Then tell her you like her.”

“Fine, I will.”

“I bet you ten dollars he won’t do it,” Satoru whispered, the two students who shared one brain cell beside him nodding eagerly.

“I said I will!”

“Good morning, Megumi! Come in, come in,” you ushered him in once he stood frozen at your door, his hands now awkwardly clutching his own notes. “You can take a seat on the bed.”

Megumi wasn’t nervous of the fact this was his first time visiting a girl’s room, but rather because it was yours, and each part of your room resembled you greatly. From the organized and clean space, but the noticeable adorable little trinkets and polaroids of you with everyone sticking on the wall, he could feel your entire soul living in that room. When his eyes landed on an old photo of you holding up the peace sign and noticed for the first time he was standing in the background, unaware he was captured in the frame, Megumi inhaled sharply.

Had you pretended to take a selfie just to see him there?

No, he shook his head, there was just no way. He really couldn’t ponder about it long enough because you’d dragged him by the sleeve until he was sitting right next to you, the fresh scent of your body wash making him feel stunningly warm inside his clothes even when the windows were open.

The whole time, Megumi couldn’t absorb a single thing you were saying.

He was just too distracted by everything about you – the way your lips moved when you spoke, how you’d tuck back a stray hair behind your ear, even to the way your mouth would form an ‘o’ shape as you learned something new. No, he couldn’t focus at all.

Megumi has lost count of the times he’d wiped his shaky, sweaty palms on the pads of his sweatpants, hitching his breath every time you leaned close to him to glance at his notes.

At this rate, he’d be the loser in your little competition. It was just impossible for him to focus on anything else.

“Megumi?” you waved your hands in front of him. When it wasn’t enough to get his attention, you resorted to flicking his forehead and he yelped, rubbing at the sore spot. He faced you, a complaint ready to be spoken when his eyes widened at the sudden lack of proximity, your nose booping against his. “Hello, Megumi? I’ve asked you the same question twice now and you haven’t answered yet.”

As nicely as he could, he pushed your face away, his heart thumping loudly when you laughed as you went back to your own space. “Sorry, could you repeat that? I wasn’t really listening.”

“Yeah, I can tell, you were just staring at me the whole time,” you held your phone up in front of your face, checking your reflection on the screen on different angles. He watched, enchanted by how gorgeous you looked no matter what side. “Is there something on my face...? I’ve been checking non-stop and I don’t see anything weird.”

Megumi swallowed nervously, “There’s nothing wrong with your face. I just can’t focus. You’re too close and I-I can smell you.”

“Do I smell bad?!”

“No, you don’t! You smell really sweet!”

“Aw, thanks! You smell sexy too,” you winked at him, wiggling your shoulders as if to share your scent with him. Megumi’s eyes widened when your shoulder rubbed against his, and he recoiled, arm placed over his nose to hide his emotions that were a train wreck right now.

“Sexy?” he spluttered, “Why would you say – me – sexy? You’re so weird, Y/N. You shouldn’t say stuff like that.”

You patted his thigh in a manner that should be comforting, but the teasing smile on your face only had him wanting to jump out the window even more. Then, you stood up and stretched the material of your shirt riding up until he caught sight of your navel. Megumi turned away and closed his eyes, cheeks trapped between his teeth. “We should take a break. Treat’s on me – where do you want to go?”

“Err,” he scratched the back of his head.

“Oh, don’t look too worried, it’s a weekend. Plus, Gojo-Sensei isn’t around to bother us or something.”

“You...you want to go out...” he drawled out slowly, tentatively, surely – just to make sure that he was hearing it right. “...with me?”

“Yeah, I did just ask where you want to go.”

“Oh,” Megumi nodded with a blank face. Then, your words sank in, and he folded his knees to his chest to hide his face and his sickly sweet smile, the butterflies in his stomach progressing into a fucking zoo. “Oh.”

“Are you sick? You’re so red,” your palm connected with his heated forehead, “Megumi, you’re burning! Should I take you to Ieri-san?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he pushed your hand away, still repudiating to look you in the eye. He just couldn’t, not when you were too inquisitive and he could easily give a dead clue before he got the chance to properly confess. “I mean, I don’t really have a certain place in mind. I’ll go wherever you want to go.”

He should’ve noticed it then – the mischievous glint in your eye that told him you weren’t up to no good. But because his knees always weakened around you, Megumi agreed way too eagerly than he’d like. “Just make sure you don’t regret it, okay? There’s something I’ve always been wanting to try but I never got the chance to and no one wanted to go with me, so you’ll be my willing victim!” And so, half an hour later, Megumi’s jaw dropped as the chill of the arena nipped at his skin. You didn’t even tell him to bring a jacket. “Ta-da!”

“Ice skating?”

You nodded happily, dragging him all the way to the shoe fittings. “It’s going to be fun, come on!”

“But I don’t know how to.”

“Neither do I!” Megumi wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t know how to. No matter how much he tried so hard to learn, he just couldn’t balance himself. The sound of your laughter that let him know you enjoyed this way too much reached his ears as he glared at the ice, his ears red either from the cold or the humiliation of being an utter failure in front of you, of all people! “Need some help there, buddy?”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking. And no, I can do this by myself.”

You masked your chuckle with a snicker, squatting to watch as he struggled to heave himself up back to his feet. “Really? You’ve fallen like, a hundred times now.”

“Shut up. Humans aren’t naturally supposed to do this anyway. We don’t have a human instinct to be upright – whoa!” Megumi slipped again from the ice, this time knocking you down with him. Instead of it being romantic where you two ended up gazing at each other with love in your eyes, your eyes widened into saucers as his elbow landed into your belly, crushing the wind out of your body.

“Ow!”

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to – ugh, this is why I said it was a bad idea!”

All the way back home, Megumi was still entirely convinced it was a bad idea. You were limping beside him, having to use his bicep as a crutch with your head resting on his shoulder. You and your stupid ideas, really, now you were injured and sprained your ankle from the fall. Instead of worrying about your own safety, you only slapped your knee in laughter as the medics fixed you up, still in disbelief that Megumi had fallen a lot of times yet came out unscathed.

“Megumi~ are you still mad at me? Why won’t you talk to me?” you pouted, squeezing his bicep to get his attention.

“It’s because I told you it was dangerous. Look at you – your knees are all scraped and your legs are all wobbly. We’ve still got a long way back home.”

“Maybe you should carry me then.”

“C-carry you?”

“Yeah, so I don’t fall,” you snorted, pointing to your shoeless ankle covered in bandages. “I mean, it was your fault I’m injured. If you hadn’t fallen for me, then this wouldn’t have happened.”

Fallen for you? Did you know that he – ? Megumi’s head snapped to yours so hard he nearly had whiplash, but the only thing he could focus on was the pounding of drums within his chest. “F-fall? How did you know?”

“Megumi, you literally fell on top of me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten already.”

That had him blinking back, his face flattening into a blank expression. Then, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stopped in his tracks. “Sometimes I forget you’re terribly naive.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Now get on,” With burning cheeks and a heart that fluttered way too much than what was considered healthy, Megumi squatted down to the ground, patting his back with a groan. You less than jumped into his arms, a little too excited to get a piggyback ride and Megumi expressed his faux distress with a groan. You only pinched his ear and told him to pay you back for your injuries, which made him complain again.

In the end, he was just happy you couldn’t see how much he struggled to hide his smile then, for if you saw it, you’d surely believe he was crazy.

Or so he thought. By the time you’d gotten back to the dorms, you were long passed out on his back. There was a small patch of drool on the back of his shirt and he shuddered, then wiped it away by whispering to himself, it’s okay – as long as it’s you.

Padding back to the dorms wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be, considering everyone was almost asleep or out to the city as well.

Megumi gently laid you down on the bed, wrapping the blanket around you and making sure your head was comfortable on the pillow. He stayed there for a solid minute, just staring and memorizing your pretty features until he felt confident he could draw it upon memory. Not wanting to be creepy though, he cleared his throat, about to leave the room when your fingers tugged at his wrist.

“Megumi,” you moaned sleepily, “Don’t go. It’s too cold.”

“I’ll get you another blanket.”

“No, stay,” you whined, patting the space next to you. “Please?”

“To sleep here with you?” he asked, baffled and at the same time elated. The last thing he wanted to be was a pervert and he’d never outright admit that his thoughts of you hadn’t always been giggles and rainbows, but he pushed those down, reminding himself that this is you – he respected you above all else. His self restraint slowly thinned though, whatnot with you pouting up at him like that.

Megumi groaned and took off his shoes anyway, planting himself beside you. “This is insane. I think I’m losing my mind,” he muttered to himself. “Move over and make space for me,” you obediently followed his command, using his bicep as a pillow while your cheek squished against his chest. He wondered how you weren’t bothered by his heart’s beating, or maybe it soothed you to sleep because you were falling deeper and deeper asleep, burying yourself in his arms. “God, this is so uncomfortable. I feel like I’m crushing you—”

“So warm,” you cut him off, his mind turning completely mental as he felt your lips pad over his chin. “Goodnight, Megumi.”

How did you expect him to sleep now?

But as soon as you’d settled and only your stabled breathing could be heard from the room, Megumi’s eyes began to droop as well, and it didn’t take long before his arms relaxed around you, lazily pulling the covers up to cover the both of you.

He’ll tell you another time.

“MEGUMI!” you pushed through everyone and showed him your paper, the bold red mark of 100 glaring back at him. Before he could respond, you stole his test paper from him, laughing at the sad 98 that showed. “Ah, I won!” In the blink of an eye, you’d tackled him to the ground, your knees keeping his legs locked underneath you, test papers flying around the field. Your hands were relentless and brutal as it ran and poked up his sides, eliciting squeaky little gasps from him.

“Stop, stop!” Megumi doubled over in laughter, keeping his feet flat on the ground to prevent himself from accidentally kneeing you. He’d hurt you enough during the ice skating dilemma – he didn’t want to cause you anymore injuries. “No, stop!”

“I won, Megumi, I won! Face the tickle monster!”

“I said stop or else!” he warned, completely aware that he wasn’t as threatening or serious as he wanted to be when tears leaked from his eyes, his laughter embarrassingly giggly and high pitched.

“Or what, loser?”

“I’ll kiss you until you shut up!”

“That’s adorable, but let’s see you try!” you kept tickling his sides, the both of you completely oblivious that the rest of your classmates – your teacher who was more than supportive of this pairing included – were hiding behind a bush, their phones whipped out to capture each second of this moment. “Loser!”

As you mocked him one more time that you wouldn’t stop tickling “losers,” Megumi had to draw the line. Using all his strength, he flipped you over until you were underneath him, the sheer force of the impact keeping you nestled between his arms.

Both of you were panting, but this time his breath was taken away from how beautiful you looked under him like that. Such innocent eyes staring back up at him, but don’t think for a moment he didn’t notice how your eyes trailed over his lips. He knew – because he was doing the same, his grip subconsciously gripping harder at your wrists. If he leaned down...

“This is taking too long!” someone whined from behind the bushes, tips of white hair peaking from the plant. “Just kiss her already!”

Both of you turned at the source of the voice, simultaneously shouting, “Gojo-sensei?!”

“Don’t be shy, Megumi-kun! Just tell her already or I’ll tell her myself.”

“Tell me what?”

Now that your face was peering up at him, he knew he was trapped. Cornered. Megumi closed his eyes, hands trembling and losing their grip around you as he was confronted by the situation. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner,” he fumbled over his words, “But I...I actually—”

“Boring! What kind of confession is this? Say it louder and clearer or she won’t be impressed! Is that how a man does it, Megumi-kun? You can do better—”

“All of you, shut the fuck up!” he roared to his peers who only cackled around the bushes, Yuuji and Gojo-sensei doubling over in laughter while Toge bit his collar to stop the gleeful sounds leaving his mouth. Irritation and humiliation bubbling up in his chest, Megumi finally found the courage to confess. “I like you, okay? I’ve always had a crush—”

You sat up to wrap your arms around his neck, silencing him with a sloppy kiss. At first, your lips kissed the edges of his mouth before Megumi groaned, his large hand clasping the back of your neck to guide you to where he wanted you to be. Smiling through the kiss, you pulled away, rubbing your nose on him affectionately. “Me too, Megumi,” you giggled, “I like you too. Actually, no, I fell in love the moment you almost broke your nose on the ice—” he cut you off by kissing you again, his grip on your waist threatening, “Hey, no fair, I was still confessing!”

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ll kiss you to make you shut up,” his confidence had now risen up, all traces of the shy Megumi now gone. “Now tell me that again. Tell me you like me.”

“Okay, but can I get another kiss?”

“You’ll be spoiled rotten.”

“I think I deserve it, don’t you think? I’m pretty cute – you’re lucky you get to kiss—” Megumi tugged you by your collar to slam your lips on his, his teeth nibbling at your lower lip. You tugged at his hair playfully and laughed, slapping his shoulder gently to tap out. “Fine, fine. I like you too!”

“Say it again. Please.”

“Not so shy now, eh, Megumi?” Satoru teased for the final time, and Megumi was so close to bursting a vein in his neck when his teacher showed up from the bushes, sexily posing on the grass as he winked at the both of you.

“SHUT UP!”

[kaseyskat]

a bit of a companion piece to this one, here’s another little marcy sickfic that takes place in my own little future au that i keep writing about lmao

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post amphibia, marcy is sick much more frequently than before. 

a side-effect of the rejuvenation tank that had healed her so forcibly her immune system had no time to catch up. a side-effect of her body being used by some form of artificial intelligence that couldn’t care less about keeping its host in good shape, not when it could force marcy’s body to obey its every whim. the combination of the two meant that marcy was small, her body stunted in growth, and her immune system left a fragile little thing that fell apart at the slightest of disruptions. 

like now, for instance. 

“sashy, annie,” marcy whines, reaching out with the smallest little hands. she’s propped up in bed because she had insisted; her sleep was rarely peaceful, especially when she was feeling bad, and she had no interest in being lulled to sleep the way sasha and anne would usually, before amphibia. “why’re you so far away?” 

marcy didn’t usually so brazenly ask for affection. her guilt, sasha knows, manifests itself in the worst of ways; she usually draws inwards, refuses affection and the love that sasha and anne are both so willing to give her. she doesn’t believe she deserves them– sasha can relate to that, at least. 

but if anne was willing to forgive sasha even after the mess she had made of their childhood and youth, surely one day marcy will realize that she, too, has earned forgiveness. sasha can only hope. 

marcy doesn’t usually so brazenly ask for affection, but her head is up in the clouds, as she likes to say; she squints at them both from her spot on the bed in their shared bedroom, glasses left abandoned on the bedside table, hands peeking from underneath the blankets to reach for her girls. 

“needy,” sasha teases lightheartedly with a fond roll of her eyes. “anne’s in the kitchen cooking; you know that.” 

marcy draws her lips into the most exaggerated pout that sasha has ever seen. “sashy,” she stresses, as high-pitched as her sickly voice can manage, each syllable drawn out. 

and oh, sasha can hardly resist her when she’s asking for affection. carefully, she puts away her current project - a new blanket for braddock and percy’s little one, for the next time they go to visit amphibia - to sit at marcy’s side, taking her usual spot in bed. 

“this good enough for you, sweetheart?” she asks, a note of amusement in her tone; it’s not enough, not for her princess, but she’s allowed to have a little fun with it, isn’t she? 

marcy’s pout grows impossibly wider. her cheeks are flushed red with fever, and she’s sweating buckets - her hair plastered to her forehead - but she’s still somehow one of the cutest things sasha has ever seen in her life. how did she ever get so lucky? 

and yet, she still doesn’t ask for affection, nor does she attempt to take it. instead, she just bats her eyes at sasha with a dazed expression, bottom lip jutted out. she knows, even when sick, that sasha freezes at any touch she doesn’t initiate herself. sasha’s heart swells with an overbearing love. 

“okay, okay, come here.” sasha slides down in the bed so that she and marcy are at eye-level, and she reaches around, tugging th smaller girl into her side. instantly, once she has the permission, marcy curls against sasha’s chest, nuzzling into her neck with a pleased sigh. she’s warm, too warm, but sasha’s been a bit of a space heater herself since she has attained calamity powers all those years ago, and she prefers marcy’s sickly warmth to the freezing cold she had been for years after the possession. 

“better, love?” sasha whispers. 

“mhm,” marcy yawns, though she doesn’t really look like she plans on sleeping anytime soon. “you’re warm. and cozy.” 

“cozier than anne?” sasha teases. it’s perfect timing, too, because the bedroom door creaks open, anne peering in with a thermos of hot soup and a bottle of water clutched in her hands. her gaze lands on sasha’s own, and there’s a shared fondness between them; neither one of them would ever get tired of this. 

“y’know i-i can’t pick favorites,” marcy mumbles, but she makes no attempt to move away, not even when anne is joining them on the other side of the bed, setting the thermos and bottle of water down on her bedside table. 

“i know, i know, i’m teasing.” sasha smiles at the way anne frowns at her. “look, marshmallow. your annie is here now, too.” 

“annie?” marcy perks up, and she strains her neck to twist around and look. it ends poorly; she breaks into a violent series of coughs, collapsing back against sasha with a pained groan. 

“careful!” anne scolds, though she just sounds worried more than anything. “i’m right here, marbles, see?” she reaches to comb through marcy’s hair, tucking herself around marcy’s curled up form mere inches away from sasha herself. 

“we’re here for you, sweetheart, just rest now, okay?” sasha strokes marcy’s back carefully, and anne is there to brush the sweaty strands of hair out of marcy’s face as marcy tucks back into sasha’s neck. 

“p-promise you won’t leave?” marcy whispers. 

“we promise,” sasha and anne say in unison. 

[cedricslover]

can you write a oneshot with wolfstars daughter dating george

Here you go bestie<33 thank u for requesting!!

As a wolfstar shipper and a George girl myself😌, I hope you like this bestie<33

Pairings: Sirius x Remus, George x Fem! Reader

Warnings: some homophobia at the beginning, teasing Sirius Black lmaooo

Word Count: 2.4k

“You want a future with me?”

“Hello dear” you turned around and saw one of your fathers, “Dad!” you jumped and hugged him, you just got off the Hogwarts express, this would be your last summer break since you’re going to be seventh year the next time you step at Hogwarts. 

“How’s my baby girl?” He looked at you as you broke the hug, you smiled at the sight of him “Doing great, where’s dad?” you looked around while he picked up your trunk, “Here!” you heard the voice of your other father and your heart jumped out of joy when you saw him, you ran to him and hugged him too. 

“Here’s a chocolate for our princess” he handed you a bar of chocolate, “Remus! You ruined my moment with her, you should show up at the exit, not here, you’re ruining my quality time with our daughter!” suddenly Sirius was having a tantrum, not likely a tantrum actually, he was just whining. 

“No” Remus answered and looked away while he bit into his own chocolate bar. You laughed at them, “Stop acting like kids” you said and linked your arms to theirs. 

“Excuse us?” They both said in unison and looked at you, their forehead creasing that made you laugh even more. 

“You may” you nodded while closing your eyes and your parents just looked at each other, and it seemed like they were blaming the other one as to why you are so sarcastic.

“Let’s just go home” you dragged them by the arms since theirs are still linked to yours. You giggled as you saw Sirius not even struggling while carrying your trunk and at the same time being dragged by his daughter, and giggled even more when you saw your other dad who was just eating his chocolate quietly while observing the surroundings. 

You three were just like a happy family, parents picking up their child that came from a boarding school, if it weren’t just the ugly looks the people gave you.

It seems like Sirius was also bothered by how people looked at the three of you, seriously? Can’t they just manage their own business. 

Remus on the other hand was like used to it, he didn’t show any bothered expression, he didn't want to feed their satisfaction. That is something you got from him, that’s why you just let the people be, but of course, Sirius being Sirius.

He removed his arms from your link and grabbed Remus' face and took a bite from the chocolate that was centimeters away from his lips-being that he was eating it, your eyes widened registering how did that happen so fast, your jaw dropped, and a smile slowly formed in your lips as you saw Remus turning scarlet. 

 “Gross” you removed your arm that was around Remus’ and walked past them, your smile didn’t left your lips as you see mixed reactions from the crowd at the station, some were smiling, some were confused, some were probably uncomfortable, and of course, the people who were obvious to be insulted or disgusted. 

Needless to say, Sirius is your father, so you flicked those people who looked openly disgusted by them, they were sneering, frowning, and rolling their eyes.

“Fuck off git” you mouthed as you walk, turning to them while your middle fingers were greeting them. 

“Good job princess” Sirius laughed and high fived you as you three arrived at the front of number 12 Grimmauld Place, you weren’t sure what was the good job for, is it for flicking those people off or for successfully apparating, you decided to shrug it off and just viewed the house, it was your father’s ancestral home, it was filled by terrible memories of his childhood but with you three living there, it was all buried deep down. 

You unconsciously stared at the beautiful house that was concealed in the muggles eyes. You felt nostalgic seeing your dads walking towards the door, memories from your childhood appeared in front of you.

A girl in a yellow flowy dress, around the age of four, was running towards two men with their arms open wide, expecting that the little girl would run to them instead of the other, but what they didn’t expect was the little girl would run straight to the space between them and both hug them from the necks. 

The little girl was giggling while her dads were teary eyed, that’s when they realized, she never had favorites, if she had the choice to not choose, she wouldn’t. 

“Y/N?” Remus called you from the doorstep, his head was cocking from the door. “Oh!” you ran to the door “call me before dinner yeah?” you told Remus as you removed your shoes. You raised your gaze to him with flashing eyes and maintained eye contact, waiting for his answer. 

“Alright” he replied to you, you felt sudden joy not even sure why but it did make you kiss him on the cheek. “Thanks!, Love you dad!” you shouted as you ran towards the stairs, 

“HOW ABOUT ME?!” you heard Sirius who was probably at the kitchen doing Merlin knows what, “I LOVE YOU TOO!” you yelled while you ran the stairway. 

“YOU BETTER BE NOT PREGNANT WITH THAT WEASLEY BOY’S CHILD Y/N!” Remus’ voice echoed and you laughed and stopped from entering your room and peeked down while holding at the stair rails.

“DON’T WORRY, I’M NOT PREGNANT!” you shouted back and you heard his sigh of relief, “YET!” you added and sprinted to your room and closed the door. 

You heard both of their voices shouting your name. You cackle while heading to your study table, your room was cozy, it was filled with different drawings you made when you were a child, there was your very first black leather jacket that Sirius gave you before he bought you a bicycle, it was hanging from a corner, properly displayed, he was expecting you to like motorbikes like he did, and you did, you like riding motorbikes. 

There was also your very first hair accessories that Remus bought for you, hair pins, hair clips, headbands, and many more. He was the one who likes to tidy you up, even before you make yourself dirty by running and riding the bike. Of course Remus struggled but thankfully, Lily did teach him a few hairstyles when they were teenagers, and the rest of his knowledge came from going to different hair salons just to ask how to style his daughter’s hair. 

An owl bumped on your window that made your brows raise and shift your head to that direction. 

“Errol?” you said the name of the owl and he dropped a letter to your hand before he headed to your table and lay down, acting very exhausted, of course to your utter panic you immediately got water and placed it in front of him. You sighed as he drank through the container, enough for him to drink. 

While he relaxed you opened the letter. 

Hello beautiful, 

                   I’ll arrive there at six, see you. 

Your husband, 

George

You bit your lower lip and smiled, then you forgot, you haven’t told your dads yet. Without wasting any time, you apparated to the kitchen. 

“Hey” you voice lingered behind their backs and they jumped, they turned their heads to you with wide eyes, “You don’t do that here” Sirius said while holding his chest, “I almost had a heart attack” he glared at you while you just tried to not laugh,

“You’re just getting old dad” you stated that made him glare at you more, Remus smiled very very sweetly at you, trying to bribe you to not say it “and you too” you smiled back, looking at their sour faces. 

“Enough” Remus raised both of his hands and shaked it, trying to shoo you. “I was about to say that George’s arriving at si-” you didn’t have the chance to finish your sentence when someone knocked at the door. 

“I’ll get it” you announced, you three were quite tensed as to who might be at the door, you weren’t expecting visitors this early, it wasn't 6 o'clock yet. 

You opened the door, ready to run back to the kitchen if something goes wrong, but what greeted who was something-or someone, who had a mischievous smile, his red hair shining because of the sun, and his brown eyes gleaming at you. 

“Hello dove” his smile became wider as he caught the perfect view of his girlfriend, her Y/H/C hair complimenting her skin, the eyes that were obviously shocked to see him, and the smile that slowly formed on her soft lips. 

“George!” you mentioned his name when you processed who was standing in front of you, he gave you a peck on the lips before he grabbed your waist and pushed you carefully to the side so he can walk, “hello Sirs” he cleared his throat and rubbed both of his hand on his pants before giving your fathers a hand shake. 

This would probably be their very first ‘formal’ meeting, they already met each other at Hogwarts, during the Triwizard tournament, but that wasn’t formal enough, unlike now. 

George was scratching the back of his neck and was being really nervous, you just surveyed them, and when you noticed something it was too late because your mouth opened before you can even think twice

“Dad, you’re the smallest” you told Sirius that made the three of them look at you, firstly George was shaking his head slightly, trying to tell you that it was not the right time, then Remus was also looking at you, he was trying his best to cross his brows but you can see the ghost of smile that was in his face, on the other hand, Sirius was there shooting daggers at you with his eyes like you’re not his child, then he slowly looked at Remus and George. 

George was obviously the tallest, but only an inch taller than Remus, while Sirius, he’s just not a six footer. 

“I-uh come George let’s prepare the table” even though it was still early, you reached for George’s hand, still feeling the stares of your father, you wanted to laugh, so hard, but he might not buy you your favorite cereal, so you chose to suck it up.

“Why’d you do that?” George started talking as you fetched his wand and used it to prepare the table using magic, “it was my mouth’s fault, anyway, you told me you're arriving at six, it's not six yet” you answered and watched the floating plates and utensils. 

“I was trying my best not to laugh dove, please don’t do that again in front of your parents, I might lose goodie points, and I meant six minutes not six o'clock” he chuckled as he hugged you from the back, wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his chin on the top of your head. 

“Even if you lose goodie points, I’ll still love you don’t worry” you faced him and cupped his face, his face that was always as perfect, those freckles that can make a constellation, his eyes that you would prefer to look at rather than the stars, and his hair that would always stand out. 

It was like a magnetic pull, your faces was slowly getting nearer and nearer, almost there, the finish line, his lips onto yours, inches turned to an inch, heartbeats getting fast, and you can feel his breath, then his soft lips was supposed to be next 

Not until someone cleared their throat that made you push George out of reflex. 

“No snogging in this house, you understand that angel?” Sirius crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, “Yes dad” you replied, slightly embarrassed so you chose to continue to prepare the table while George can’t maintain eye contact with you or anyone in the room. 

“Sorry dad” you walked to Sirius who was still in the entrance of the kitchen, surprisingly he smiled at you, “Yeah that’s for bullying me” he wrapped his arms over your shoulder “But about that almost kiss? I’m not mad don’t worry, we all kiss someone at some time” he added like it was just common sense for him to not get mad.

“I love you” you said out of the blue while you two watched Remus and George laughing at the dinner table, you rested your head on his chest, “I love you more princess” you felt him kiss the top of your head. 

“Just walk with the boy outside while we clean here alright?” Remus looked at you and George, he tapped George’s shoulder before he turned his back to the both of you and be with Sirius who was still drinking wine at the table. 

“Come on” George called you and touched your back to guide you, your eyes were still looking at your parents, mesmerized by their strong bond. 

“Georgie?” you tried to get his attention while you two walked the dim lighted streets, only the flickering lamp posts and the moon were the sources of light. 

“Hmm?” he was busy playing your hand, touching every bit of it, and even comparing it to his. “You think we would be like them?” you stopped on your tracks, feeling the night summer breeze brushing your skin, "Like who love?" He stared at you, now holding your hand firmly, "Sirius and Remus" you answered and tucked the few strands of hair that was bothering your face because of the wind,  you looked at his eyes and saw amusement and adoration all over it.

“You’re asking me that?” a lopsided smile appeared on his face, you nodded slightly as an answer, “You’re thinking of marrying me?” he asked you again, now giving a full smile, you nodded again, “You," he pointed to you "want a future with me?” he pointed to himself, his eyes smiling the same as his lips, you nodded again, oblivious of how that made George’s inner monologues that was doubting what would happen with the both of you disappear, because who wouldn’t, you’re Y/N, raised by two amazing people, you’re beautiful, intelligent, bold, and many more that he would even consider you as perfect. 

And you’re here, saying that you wanted a future with him. 

Now, with the moon smiling at the both of you, the stars being your cheerleaders, your lips met, you hooked your arms around his neck while he cups your face with one hand and the other holding your waist. 

At this night, two teenagers shared a kiss under a lamp post, during the summer of 1995. 

[ghirahimbo]

55 - RevaLink

I always love people interpretations of them figuring out how to kiss

I'm way too lazy to go look up the exact wording of the prompt, but it had something to do with awkward kisses? So here you go :D

Word count: 1363. Rated... T, probably? Could be any established revalink, though I had Pinesong-verse in mind.

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The soft chirp of restless crickets signaled yet another nightfall, their high-pitched calls insistent, yet distant enough to fade into gentle ambiance. Wind whistled through the leafy forest, not as cold as the breezes through Rito Village that carried the chill of Hebra, but still cool enough that the Hylian sprawled across Revali’s chest was a welcome source of warmth and not an unbearable furnace. With the dinner fire burned down to embers, Link had laid his bedroll out beneath a tree and promptly abandoned it in favor of crawling into Revali's hammock instead—a tradition now, on cool nights like this one.

Though Link often fell asleep the instant he curled up, tonight he laid awake, his silence somehow thoughtful as he ran his hand along Revali’s beak. Revali was too far gone himself to think much of it, herded gently towards sleep by the rocking hammock and rhythmic stroke against his face.

Stroke… stroke… stroke… poke.

"Can you feel that?"

The rhythm disrupted, Revali’s bleary eyes cracked open.

"What?"

"Can you feel that?" Link repeated, poking Revali’s beak again.

...The insufferable man actually needed an answer. Grunting, Revali shifted around beneath him until his wing was freed.

"Inane," he muttered, flicking a finger at Link's nose. "Can you feel that?"

Scrunching up his face, Link went on undeterred. He'd long since learned not to take Revali’s moods too seriously.

"It's just—" Link stretched one leg out as far as it would go, pressing the tip of his largest toe against one of Revali’s long talons. "I don't think you can feel this very well… so I wondered if it was the same up here?"

He stroked the length of Revali’s long beak up and down again in demonstration, and it took everything in him not to shiver. Ah.

"No, it's…" How to explain while caught beneath that distracting caress? "I can feel that you're touching my talon, if not much else… but the beak is more…"

"Sensitive," Link finished, catching it in both his hands now. This time Revali did shiver, his feathers ruffling lightly.

"Mmm."

Presuming Link's curiosity satisfied with no further questions forthcoming, Revali closed his eyes, seeking out that soft space of sleep once more. His heart thumped just slightly harder than normal, and he breathed in deeply, hoping to settle—

"But is it the same all the way up?" Link asked, poking now at the tip of Revali’s beak, and his eyes snapped back open. Walking his fingers again up its length, Link met Revali’s baleful stare with a questioning look. So he was feeling experimental tonight, was he?

"I could still banish you to your own bed," Revali grumbled, though Link didn't even bat an eye. With an explosive sigh, he knocked Link's hands aside to brush at his own beak vigorously, trying to relieve some of the tingle of stimulation. "I feel things… less… towards the tip, and more along the base. Does that satisfy your midnight inquisition?"

"Almost." Though Revali couldn't quite make out his face in the darkness, Link's voice was just a bit too innocent as he inched up Revali’s chest, propping himself on his elbows for leverage. "So you're saying that this doesn't feel as good as this?" And he pressed his lips twice against Revali’s beak—first at its very tip, and again three inches up. 

Revali gave himself a moment to clear his throat before responding.

"They're both… fine," he said. In the dim light of the stars, he could just see Link’s lips purse.

"Fine," Link repeated, and placed another Hylian kiss halfway up his beak. The tip of his tongue peeked out this time, leaving the smallest impression of wetness behind. "But this is better?"

"Marginally." Revali spared a moment's pride for how collected he managed to sound—not at all reflective of how he felt. "To be honest, the difference is too minuscule to really—"

"This is better, though," Link said decisively, his kisses moving closer to the corner of Revali’s beak. From the floundering depths of his mind, Revali agreed, though whether from the placement of the kiss or its confidence he couldn't have said even to himself. "And this…"

He ran a devious finger down the underside of Revali’s beak, and Revali very nearly whimpered. Link had discovered that particular point of sensitivity early on, standing just short enough beside Revali to reach it easily.

"This spot should be the best of all—"

As Link's treacherous lips approached, Revali quickly turned his head. He stopped short, and a taut silence stretched between them. Then he sighed, drawing back to rest his head again on Revali’s chest. From so close, Link couldn't possibly miss his fluttering heart.

"It does feel good, right?" Link asked, his quiet voice muffled by feathers. Swallowing, Revali nodded. "But you don't like it." Another, shorter pause. "Are you really that tired?"

"I can't… reciprocate," Revali said stiffly, finally trusting his voice enough to speak. "Your way of kissing. I can't…"

He had observed the Hylian method of kissing before, watching more astutely in recent days now that it had practical application, and—well, putting aside how messy and strange that mashing together of soft lips seemed, he was nonetheless incapable of replicating it. As for the Rito method of nuzzling, he had tried it a few times and Link had put up with it well enough, but without the friction of rubbing beaks he suspected there was little exciting about it.

"I don't feel comfortable receiving where I cannot give in return," Revali said at last, hoping that made his point clear. He thought it had, though Link still huffed against his chest.

"I can't exactly reciprocate when you braid my hair," Link pointed out dryly. "Or at least, you wouldn't want me to."

Despite his discomfort, Revali couldn't help but grunt in amused agreement. If size equalled dexterity then Link's tiny Hylian fingers should have made the tightest, most intricate braids, but that had so far not proven to be the case.

"It's not the same."

"Well…" Link's voice grew more muffled as he pressed further into Revali's chest feathers, and Revali had to lean forward to catch his words. "Well, um. I mean. You could try that, uh… nipping thing? I've seen other Rito do it." His last mumbled words were barely audible. "With their beaks."

"Nipping," Revali repeated blankly, casting around in his mind for what Link might have seen. "You mean grooming? Because I already—that is, you don't really have any feathers for me to…"

"Oh!" Link said weakly. Intrigued, Revali noticed that the face pressed against him had warmed considerably—practically a furnace now despite the cold wind. "Is that what they were…? No, it's fine." His voice strengthened, his head lifting a fraction. "It's fine. I don't mind if you can't kiss me back, you know. If you don't like it I'll stop, but… I like to think I could make you feel… good."

Craning around again so that he hovered at the point where the underside of Revali's beak met his neck, Link still waited the long moments it took for Revali to jerk his head in assent before moving in further, nipping at the tender spot with his lips again and again as Revali’s breath caught. This… wasn't so bad, really. Loving Link had always felt like some form of surrender. Maybe this once he could just… accept.

Nipping…

Link's slender ears hovered just to the side of Revali’s beak, turned pink by a mixture of cold and fading embarrassment. Those had proven sensitive to the brush of Revali’s feathers before, so maybe…

Experimentally, he pulled his beak free to nip at one of the tips, not hard enough to break the skin but still firm enough to be felt—and Link let out a strangled gasp. Interesting.

"Oh," he breathed, jerking back to stare at Revali wide-eyed. "Oh, yes."

Very interesting.

This time, it was Revali who pursued with a devious look of his own—not that Link put up much of a fight, taking to surrender much more easily than Revali ever had. Maybe there was reciprocity to be found here after all.

[untaemedqueen]

Red Sus (M)

Idol!Jeongguk x Girlfriend!Reader

WordCount: 3.9k

Genre: Smut, Porn With Little Plot, Fluff, Among Us!Fic, Among Us!Crack?

Warnings: Jeongguk’s Hot Headed Ass, Taehyung LITERALLY THROWING THE GAME, Impreg Kink, Big IQ Brain Power Plays, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Fellatio, Face Fucking, Praise, Edging, Unprotected Sex, Belly Buldge, Cunnilingus, Pussy Slapping, Spitting, Doggy Style, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie

A/N: Sooooo I’m too obsessed with Among Us to not make a fic? And even though this is shorter than most that I make I thought it would be fun to whip something up in the spirit of BTS’ competitive games. Do I believe 100% that Kim Taehyung would throw a game? Absolutely. Thank you so much to the forever squad @ppersonna, @ladyartemesia, @xjoonchildx for letting me rant and talk about this insanity of a one shot and reading it! Thank you to baby Bucca @thejooncrew​ for reading it! I hope you enjoy the silly and the smutty! 

The house is filled with loud screams, mainly from your boyfriend as he ties his hair up into a ponytail.

You can see the sweat on his neck beading as he sits in the voting screen.

"Oh yeah?! Then Taehyung hyung, where were you? Because I went to reactor when it was called and you didn't follow me and now Hobi hyung is dead." Jeongguk goes quiet as he waits for his answer and you begin to smirk as the muscles in his back tense up.

"WHAT THE FUCK? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? LAME. LAME. LAME. RED SUS. RED SUS AS FUCK! There is no possible way you were in cafeteria! Because I ran through cafeteria from admin to get to the reactor!" Jeongguk has gotten angry during games before. But, this is the first time you've seen his neck veins bulging.

"Hyungs! It's not me! I didn't kill Hobi hyung!" He whines out before putting his elbows to his computer table and cupping his forehead with his hands.

"You're fucking throwing!" He complains and you watch the screen as his black character racks up smaller bodies beneath his name. He scoffs loudly as he mutes his mic before turning to you.

"I want you to play with us. I can't play with them. It's so frustrating." He whines as he rolls his chair over to you. He throws himself out of the chair and onto your lap as you caress his handsome face.

Guk has always been so competitive, so good with everything that you can understand him being frustrated in a game like this one. Sometimes he needs a little pick me up. A little incentive to get him going again. And you know just the thing.

"Alright, I’ll play. But how about if I win, we make a baby?" You ask and his eyes flash over with mischief.

“Yeah? You want to make a mini crewmate with me?” He asks playfully and you narrow your eyes at him for the bad joke.

“Okay. Okay. Sorry, no bad jokes. Only filling your pussy with my cum.” He says before he chuckles deeply as his hand roams over the curve of your side.

"That sound good? We play and if I win you can fuck a baby into me like you’ve been trying to do?" You ask once more. 

His bottom lip is between his teeth as his fingers drift over the imprint of your puffy nipple through your tank top.

"How about you play with the boys but I have to play with you while you do it? And if you win either Imposter or Crewmate then I'll fuck my baby into you like I've been dying to do since I met you five years ago." His offer is tempting and you begin to smile as he does the same.

His fingers drift over your nipples, watching them strain and become erect against the thin fabric.

“Game on, Jeon Jeongguk.”

With a sharp breath between his teeth, he leans up on his elbows. His tongue peeks out of his mouth to place wet kisses against your clothed chest. His tongue flicks at the stiff peaked bud, enjoying how the lavender shirt becomes darker with his saliva. 

"Guk?" You can hear faintly from the computer and he sits up quickly as he hears them call his name.

The word Defeat flashes on the screen and he sighs loudly as he shuffles back over to the computer desk. Fixing his erection, he puts his headphones back on.

"Y/N is going to play for me. I'm going to take a shower." He says calmly as you open up your laptop. He hands you his mouse as he gives them farewells. Booting up the screen, he reads out the letters of the private server before situating himself behind you.

You take in a sharp breath as he pulls your tank top over your head. Your mind already becoming foggy with thoughts of lust as the server boots up.

"Hey guys." You call out as you join the Discord server. 

"Hey hey!" Taehyung cheers as he runs around your purple character on screen.

You've played Among Us before with your friends but never your boyfriend's group. This will be interesting. You're usually very good and right now you need to be. There's nothing you want more in the world then to start a family with the man you love and adore.

"Start." Jin calls out and Jeongguk mutes your mic for you.

You take in a sharper breath than before as his thumbs swipe across your nipples. His lips trail from one shoulder to the other and you shudder as the Shhhh screen disappears.

"Impostor." You tell him and he chuckles to himself before nodding.

"Better hope you're good if you want me to fuck my cum into you and make this baby." He jeers. 

Faking tasks for you is easy, but it's considerably harder when your smoking hot boyfriend is behind you. He's touching every bit of flesh he can. Rolling and pinching your nipples just perfectly to distract you from the task at hand.

His lips are kissing at the shell of your ear when you get your first kill on Jimin in Navigation before hopping into the vent. 

"Every good kill you get, I'll reward you." Jeongguk whispers before peeking at the muted mic. Drifting his fingers south, he watches you as you jump out of the vent in admin before pretending to stalk the admin screen.

"Clean." Jeongguk whispers as Hoseok runs into the room. 

As you exit the admin screen, the dead body report comes up and Jeongguk holds his breath.

"It's Yoongi hyung! It's Yoongi hyung!" Taehyung chants and Guk laughs as you unmute your mic.

"What?! Why would you say that?!" Yoongi yells as you giggle.

“First of all, where’s Jimin’s body?” Namjoon asks and you hear Taehyung hum.

“He’s in Navigation.” He replies.

"I saw Y/N in admin so she's good." Hoseok calls out and your boyfriend gives a thumbs up.

He shoves his hand in your pants and you squirm nervously.

Parting the now slick folds of your pussy, his middle finger rubs smooth circles onto your clit. Your back falters into his chest at the pleasurable feeling and you find yourself giving the smallest whimper.

"Y/N, what did you do this round?" Namjoon asks and you clear your throat.

Jeongguk pauses to let you collect yourself.

"I did card swipe and wires in admin before staying on the admin screen to see if anyone vented." You say before hearing hums of agreement.

"Yeah. I'll take that. And, I did see her in admin so I believe it." Hoseok says. Jeongguk begins his unrelenting torture to your clit once more as he kisses softly down the back of your neck.

"YOONGI HYUNG IS SUS!" Taehyung screams and you can't help but giggle before gasping gently at the pleasure and muting your mic.

"Shut up Taehyung! You're the worst third impostor I've ever fucking seen. You're throwing, you IDIOT!" Yoongi screams back.

"Skip." Jin mumbles before the screen goes black once more.

"You're doing so well, baby girl." Guk whispers as he trails his slender fingers along your slick folds.

"Fuck. Guk." You whine as you put your head back to his shoulder.

"Better pay attention. If you want me to fuck a baby into you that is." He reminds you.

You were intrigued when you first found out about his kink but after watching some porn videos with him and hearing him talk about it in bed, it's certainly grown on you.

You stopped taking birth control a while ago and have been trying to have a baby for so long now. But, fun games like this couldn't hurt. They're exciting.

Starting the round, you head off towards reactor and pretend to do Simon Says when Namjoon enters to do 1-10.

You can barely focus as your boyfriend pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingertips. 

"Can't wait till you're swollen with my baby. Gonna let everyone know just how much I love on you. I can't wait till these pretty tits fill up with milk just for my child." Jeongguk whispers in your ear and you shiver before killing Namjoon and venting.

You sabotage the doors all around the left side before popping out of the vent in lower engine and running into electrical with Jin.

"Lean back a little bit for me, baby girl." Your boyfriend demands and you do as you're told. He thrusts two fingers deep into your cunt and you moan loudly at the tiny burn.

"You're so excited to have my baby. You hear how wet you are for me? Getting your cute little panties all soaked." He whispers before nipping at your earlobe.

You kill Jin before venting and Namjoon's body is found by Yoongi.

"SELF REPORTED!" Taehyung screams and you moan as Jeongguk curls his fingers to the delicate bundle of nerves inside of you.

"Shut the fuck up Taehyung. My God!" Yoongi whines.

"Where's the body?" Hoseok asks.

"Reactor. Oh shit. Jin is dead too. I think it's Taehyung or he's throwing." Yoongi says matter-of-factly. 

"Y/N, where were you this round?" Hoseok asks.

Jeongguk keeps pressure to your g-spot as you unmute.

"I did gas can top and then gas can bottom. Then went into electrical to do the three spinning things." You say before muting yourself again.

"I trust Y/N." Taehyung says before clearing his throat.

"Fuck Guk, keep going. My pussy is so wet for you." You whine as his large hand spreads your leg wider.

"We have to vote here guys." Hoseok calls out.

"I'm voting for Taehyung. He's putting the blame on me so it's got to be him." Jeongguk laughs behind you as he begins to fuck you with his fingers again.

"I'm going with Taehyung too." Hoseok says and you vote the second youngest out before moaning your boyfriend's name.

"That's it baby. Fuck, you love this." Your boyfriend mumbles as he pulls his cock out of his sweatpants.

"Kill one more and you get a fat load of cum up your needy cunt." He reminds you as Taehyung floats through the air. 

The heel of his palm digs into your clit and you whimper out as you watch Hoseok stay near the emergency meeting button.

You call reactor quickly and run across with both Yoongi and Hoseok as your cooldown meter ticks away to nothing. Finally you kill Yoongi and breathe a sigh of relief as you win the round.

"Damn. It wasn't Yoongi?" Taehyung asks dumbfounded.

"I said it wasn't me like fifty times KIM TAEHYUNG." Yoongi yells.

"Gg fellas. But I gotta go. Bye!" You squeal as you exit the Discord call.

Jeongguk puts your laptop and headphones on the floor before tackling you to the mattress with a sly grin.

He tugs off your sleep shorts and your underwear before taking off his sweatpants and smiling widely. 

You absentmindedly lick your lips as you stare at his rock hard cock. It was a sight you could never get tired of. Slightly curved and beading precum at the tip of his long length, he begins to chuckle as you eye him. The pink rose veins of his cock call out to you and you wrap your hand around the thick base earning a whimper from your boyfriend above you.

“Fuck. Baby.” He whines as you stroke him, feeling the velvety soft skin against your palm.

His cock twitches with need as you sit up.

Looking up at him below your thick lashes, he takes a sharp breath through his teeth anticipating what’s to come next. 

Your tongue swirls around the head of his cock, picking up the beads of precum that linger. Guk moans loudly above you, his hands grasp at your head as you enter him into your mouth. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so good at sucking my cock baby, shit.” He moans out. 

His perfectly manicured nails dig into your scalp and you bob your head. 

“Just like that. Keep going. I love when you slobber on my cock. Shows me how horny you get for me.” His bottom lip tucks between his teeth again as he pushes your head down, losing himself in the pleasure you’re giving him.

Your eyes spring with fresh tears as you gag on his large length and the sound only goads him on to hear more of them. 

Swallowing around his cock, he preens as he goes deeper and deeper within your throat.

“Such a good girl. Fuck.” He praises through gritted teeth. His eyes lock onto yours again as tears stream down your cheeks. 

“Yeah. Fuck you love this, don’t you? Love being a little cocksleeve for me.” His cock begins to throb within your throat and you whine at the feeling before he’s pulling out and sighing loudly.

“Lay down for me, baby girl.” He says as he pulls his hair tie tighter. 

Doing as told you let out a soft moan as his lips encircle your areola. His tongue flicks at your stiff peaked bud as his cock glides through your folds.

The stimulation to your clit is so powerful, you feel almost breathless. Every rut against your core has you losing all semblance of reality. 

“Yes. Yes. In me, please.” You beg as he shows love to your other breast. 

Aligning to your core, his hand cups your cheek. He gives you a small smile before pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss.

Gasping as he enters you, his tongue glides over yours as you grip his tattooed arms.

"Oh fuck!" You whine as your head lolls back.

"Oh my God." Guk groans as he buries his face into your neck.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, your nails scrape down the honey toned skin of his arms.

"Fuck, you feel so good baby. So wet and tight for me." He moans against your skin as he begins a relentless pace.

Taking his head away from your neck, he situates his hands on either side of your face before thrusting harder into you.

His eyes drift slowly down your body to where you are joined and he moans loudly before pressing his hand to your womb.

“Fuck, look how big my cock is in your tight little pussy.” He moans and your eyes drift to where he’s looking.

His cock is so long and thick inside of you, you can see the outline as he thrusts in and out of your soppy cunt.

“God, you’re incredible!” He whines as he picks up the pace.

Sitting up on his knees, his hips continue to snap and roll as a thin sheen of sweat graces his body.

Your fingers drift over the hard muscles of his abs as you moan for him. He fucks you so well, muddling your mind and drying your mouth and throat.

“You’re gonna look so good, nice and pregnant with my baby. So fucking perfect carrying my child inside of you. Shit! You’re so fucking wet!” He cries out as he grips your hips.

His perfect nails scrape down the skin of your hips and the slight twinge of pain earning a loud groan from you.

He’s so perfect. So yours. And, so eager to put what’s his inside of you.

“Tell me how much you want my baby inside of you.” Jeongguk demands as his hand reaches for the apex of your thighs. 

Rearing back and spitting on your already soaked pussy, his thumb begins to rub circles onto your clit. Your thighs lock and shake through the intense pleasure and you can barely think before he’s slapping your clit to demand words from your mouth.

“I want you to fuck a baby into me so badly. Want you to cum inside and watch me get all big with your baby.” You whine as you palm your breasts in hand.

“Fuck yes. Can’t wait till you're nice and big. Get to fuck you from behind with your belly in my hands.” He mumbles as his head lolls back.

You could feel yourself starting to reach the height of your pleasure. The pressure within you becomes almost too much to withstand. 

“Guk, please. Please! I want to cum!” You whine and he lets a smirk grace his features before he’s fucking you up the bed.

Your hands grip the sheets, white knuckling them as your eyes flutter shut. 

“Cum on my cock, baby girl. Show me how much you want my baby.” He demands as he pinches your clit.

Behind your eyes, a galaxy explodes and paints the back of your eyelids as you orgasm. Your ears ring and you can barely hear him praising you for all you’re worth.

“Oh fuck! You’re going to make me cum!” He whines as he pulls out of you.

You whimper at the loss. You feel drunk off his pleasure. Sluggishly you watch as his tattooed arms wrap around your thighs. 

Laying down between your thighs, he ruts his cock against the mattress as his face reaches towards your core.

“Guk!” You whine as he wraps his lips against your throbbing bud.

Your body jolts and tingles with overstimulation as you grip his ponytail.

“T-Too much! I can’t!” You cry out but he doesn’t listen. 

He gives soft licks to your clit, pushing you through the overstimulation until you’re preening for him again.

His name tumbles from your lips like a prayer as you begin to grind your spent cunt against his face begging for more.

Leaving your clit, his nose brushes against your nub as his tongue enters you. The muscular organ goes rigid as he fucks you before whirling around inside of you. With a yelp, you grip his hair harder within your grasp. Tugging almost painfully, he groans against you. The vibration seems to course through your body. The noise reinvigorating you for more.

“Oh fuck! Jeongguk!” You cry out as he grips your thighs harder. 

His eyes flutter shut and your breath hitches as he pulls away. 

“You taste so fucking good. So sweet.” He mumbles. 

The image of his handsome face, covered and shining in your slick is almost sensory overload for you. 

He smacks your pussy playfully once more before his hands grip your sides. In an instant you’re on your stomach, face pressed down into a pillow. 

Guk positions you to his liking, his hand roaming over the soft skin of your back before knocking your legs open. 

Grippin the back of your neck, he places soft kisses across your shoulder as he aligns himself back to your entrance.

“Fuck, I love you.” He murmurs into your ear.

“I love you t-” The final word is cut off with a loud moan as he enters you in one swift motion.

You can hear him groan low and deep in your ear, and can feel the rumble of his chest as he presses himself against your back. 

“Your pussy is so fucking sloppy. You’re creaming all over my cock, filthy girl.” He punctuates each word with a harsh thrust and your moans become stunted and muffled into the pillow.

Pulling away from your back, his hand grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail before tugging harshly as he fucks you with everything he has. 

You can hear his ragged breathing and his gentle moans letting you know how good you feel around him. 

“I can’t wait to fuck your pregnant pussy. I read it feels so much warmer and tighter. So much sweeter. You’re going to drive me insane with this pretty little cunt of yours.” He informs you as he hooks his hand around your throat.

Pulling you upright against his chest, he fucks up into you at a speed that should be illegal. Your hands scramble to grab anything as he applies the perfect amount of pressure to the column of your throat. 

Gasping in your pleasure, you grip at his arm feeling his muscles and veins flexing and protruding. His forehead presses against your temple and he curses softly in your ear as his cock thickens and throbs within you.

“Goddamn, baby girl. You’re going to make me cum. Rub your clit for me, cum on my cock first.” With a shaky hand you do as told, rubbing furious circles against your clit as your arousal drips down both his and your legs. 

“Guk! Fuck! I want to get pregnant for you so badly!” You cry out as his teeth gingerly clamp your earlobe.

“I know, baby girl. You want me to cum in your needy little pussy so badly. I can feel it. You want to watch your belly swell with my baby and let everyone know who keeps you so well stuffed.” He whispers in your ear. 

Your eyes roll back in your head as the pressure builds up again within you. Your legs shake and your moans become whimpers as you focus on his throbbing cock inside of you.

“Want to hold your big belly walking down the street letting everyone know Jeon Jeongguk put that baby inside you. That no one gets to have me but you. Fuck!” He curses loudly as his thrusts begin to get sloppy.

“Guk! I’m going to cum!” You whine as you grip his arm harder.

“Good girl, cum on my cock. I’m- Fuck- I’m not going to last.” He cries out as his eyes squeeze shut. 

As you orgasm the second time, he gasps loudly behind you. Letting your throat go, he cups your breasts behind his large hands and squeezes roughly as he begins to cum. You can feel his warm cum painting the walls of your pussy and he whines your name gently as he buries his face into your neck.

With a gentle cry, your orgasm becomes tenfold feeling how warm his cum is inside of you. 

“Oh shit.” He mumbles as he holds you tightly to his chest. 

“Fuck.” You whisper as he presses soft kisses to your heated skin.

You stay like this for a minute before he’s flopping both of your bodies down onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. 

“God, I hope we get pregnant this time.” He whispers and you know he’s praying to God for it to come true.

“I hope so too.” You whisper as your fingers drift over the skin of his arm.

The silence is comfortable for a few minutes and his grip on your tightens as he hugs your body to his.

“Wanna play another round with the boys before we order dinner?” He asks innocently and you begin to smile as you nod.

“If you win again, I’ll fuck more cum into you. Deal?” He asks as he pulls out of you.

His fingers spread your battered pussy lips as he watches your cunt begin to cream with his cum. 

“Deal.” You say with a giggle as he runs his fingers over your womb.

“I think it’s Y/N.” Jeongguk mumbles into the mic before turning his head to you and narrowing his eyes. 

You stay stone faced as you look at him before turning back to the screen, “It’s not me. I did all my tasks. I’m just following people around to make sure they don’t die. I think it’s Taehyung. Red sus.” You say as you lean back against the headboard of the bed cracking your fingers.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes as everyone begins to agree with you.

“Red is always sus. Especially when you’re Kim Taehyung.” You hear Jimin say with a laugh.

You begin to smirk as everyone votes Tae, you can hear him protesting and screaming. With a triumphant laugh the victory screen appears and you fold your arms as you quip an eyebrow at your boyfriend.

He grumbles gently before muting his mic. 

“Fine. Spread those pretty legs for me.” He whispers as he leaves the game. 

[mitsukui]

flower petals | f.w.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x female reader.

Summary:  his eyes absolutely adore how flower petals look spread on your skin.

Word Count: 1,8k.

Warnings: smut! Fred being possessive, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), marking, spanking, mirror sex, hair pulling, cum play.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: HEAD VERY FULL, MANY THOUGHTS. Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention ❤

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“Well, just look at you.” Your voice came out as a seductive purr, but he did not bother to land his chocolatey brown eyes on you. He was too absorbed in getting his tie knot done, his lean body resting on the edge of the bed that was covered by white and fluffy bedclothes.

The sight of a cascade of his flaming-red hair falling down his neck and almost reaching his shoulders was enough to drive you crazy. Because of a previous request of yours, his hair was once again long and, if such a thing was remotely possible, you were even more enamored with him. His white button-up shirt and dark navy trousers were not of much help either, owing to the slim fit of his formal clothes.

Fred Weasley looked undoubtedly delicious.

With your body leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom, where you spent most of your days and nights at, you allowed yourself to secretly devote a piercing stare to him. Your eyes could spend hours like that, devouring every single little detail of him. All of him was simply breathtaking to you: his thin lips, his prominent nose, his freckle splattered skin, his skilled hands – oh, Godric. You loved his hands.

They felt heavenly while roaming around your undressed body, or while pulling your hair back, forcing you to look at or be closer to him during sex. Flashes of your intimate moments came to life in your mind, and you had to bite down on your lower lip. An annoyed groan left his lips, and you snapped back to reality.

“Never mind. Who needs to wear a fucking tie, anyway?” He stood up and finally faced his reflection in the mirror. His fingers unbuttoned the very first two buttons on his shirt and more of his milky skin peeked out. If you had more time, you would surely take him right then and there. You were, however, significantly late to George’s engagement party, therefore there was no time to waste.

You made yourself seen as your high heels clacked on the wooden floor of the flat he shared with his twin brother. Your beautiful body was hugged by a black satin dress, which only accentuated even more your inviting curves. Most of your thighs had been left uncovered, and the freedom of your skin repeated itself on your cleavage.

Your body was positioned behind his, and both of you smirked at each other. You were just about to compliment him again, but he was faster than you.

Before you could even realize what he was doing, he turned around, towering over you. His fingers reached out for your hips that were soon captured by his possessive touch. A short gasp was the only sound you were able to produce then, once his lips attacked your right collarbone, and made your breath hitch in your throat.

Licking your skin lustfully, he traveled up to your neck. His teeth nibbled on the soft skin, while his tongue eased all the tiny, purple bruises he was leaving behind. Your hands tugged on his hair, and a chain of shaky moans left your lips.

“There, that’s better.” He finally let go of your neck, but not of your hips. Your eyes moved to the mirror desperately, only to confirm your worst nightmare had come to life: Fred had sucked a group of small hickeys onto your neck. “You look stunning tonight, darling. Since we’re going to a big party, I needed to make sure it was clear who your owner is.”

After that, he did not even give you time to put on some concealer on the hickeys or to get angry at him. Still holding onto your hips, he disapparated from the flat.

The party seemed to drag on for more than what you considered pleasant. You tried your best to cover your recent love bites by using your hair and, apparently, it worked. Not one single soul said anything about it, but you knew he knew about them. And, perhaps, that was why he could not take his eyes off of you.

Even when you were apart, engaged with different conversations or activities, you could feel his eyes burning holes on your skin, undressing you, imagining himself slamming his hips into your tight cunt. He had fucked you so many times before, and he had been quite rough a few times; yet, your cunt still remained as tight as ever, and your juices still dripped from it over the smallest of his actions.

Around 1AM, you and Fred returned to the flat at last. Luckily enough, you had the place all to yourselves; George was staying with his fiancé and her family. Fred had never been more grateful towards his brother’s unconscious acts, because his plans for the night included fucking your brains out.

Once more, he held you in his arms as your surroundings changed. The nauseous feelings that crept in the pitch of your stomach were soon replaced by the feeling of his lips crashing against yours. He showed no mercy in his kiss, nor in the way did he remove your dress from your body.

The weak moonlight cast a provocative glow on your skin as he analyzed the matching set of lingerie you had on: a see-through lace bra and a lace v-front thong, both in black. His eyes gained a deeper shade of brown, and his bulge ached in his tight trousers.

“I see someone had high expectations for the after party.”

In no time, he sat down on the edge of the bed, exactly like he had done earlier that evening, and had you bent over his knees. With filthy words leaving his mouth, he hit your skin repeatedly and made sure you were completely aware of the fact that you were his. Your thong was now soaked with your arousal and your skin burned in the most luscious way. Your eyes produced little white stars from pleasure right in front of you, but you still craved for so much more. And so did he.

“Let me take a good look at you.” Feeling as if your legs had turned into a gelatinous mess, you stood up with his help.

He first analyzed your neck, where the purplish bruises still existed so exquisitely. They looked ethereal, almost as if your skin had been carrying tiny flower petals all this time. And you looked painfully captivating then, standing so submissively in front of him, with a single tear streak on your left cheek.

Regardless of how turned on he was by the love bites on your skin, something else caught his attention.

Your back profile reflected in the large and tall mirror attached to the wall, and the mark of his hand lashed against your skin was clearly visible. Fred had never really thought much of it, especially because it was something you had insisted on buying. At that night, however, that mirror was his favorite thing in the flat.

All of your and his clothes were dismissed eventually. You felt your walls clenching around nothingness as his cock sprung free from his underwear. The fact that he would stretch you out in an instant almost sent you to heaven.

He guided you towards the mirror with strong and dominating hands, stopping only when you were a few inches away from the reflecting surface. Under his command, you bent forward a bit, your nipples touching the cold object and causing you to squirm away.

“Be a good girl now, and let me watch you come undone while I fuck you.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine, and you complied with his demands. This time, however, he did not bend your torso so only your nipples would touch the mirror. Your cheek had become one with the object, protesting whines echoing in the bedroom as he entered you slowly.

Your hot breath fogged the mirror a bit and his pace turned into a steady one. He was thrusting deeply into you, whispering how well your cunt always took him, and you were moaning sinfully. You begged him to move faster; even so he did not do as he was asked. He wanted to tease you, to make you suffer, like you had done to him with that dress of yours.

When you exclaimed you were close to your orgasm, one of his hands left your hips and went straight up to your hair. He tangled his fingers with your locks and violently pulled them, bringing your back to his chest.

He continued stretching you out until your legs trembled furiously, threatening to bring you down to the floor, and you cried out his name in sheer pleasure. But much to your surprise, he did not finish inside you, like he used to.

Fred pulled out only in time to step closer to the mirror, stroke his cock a few more times, and release his seed on the mirror.

You watched the scene as you came back from your high, but you could swear your cunt got even wetter. The way he threw his head back, the way he moaned loudly, the way his chest rose up and then fell back down again – everything he did was so incredibly hot.

“L-Lick the mirror clean.” His body trembled as he gathered all of his inner strength to speak to you. “I want to see you licking my cum off the mirror.”

Now that was something new. The novel request made you blink in surprise at him, unsure if he was really asking you to do that. It had never happened before, but it was surely burningly rousing.

He once more tugged on your hair, but he was much gentler this time. With one hand, he stroked his semi-hard cock and, with another, he pushed you towards the mirror.

“Stick your tongue out.”

You did, and he grunted. Kneeling down on the floor, you finally allowed your tongue to touch the mirror. You felt tremendously nasty, but you also enjoyed it tremendously.

Your eyes moved up to his own as you gave the mirror the first short lick, a small amount of his yet warm release hitting your velvety taste buds, and your body recognizing his sweet flavor. Thanks Merlin for the insane quantity of pineapple he consumed; that prick knew exactly what he was doing.

The strokes on his cock increased as he was hard again, and as you continued on licking his cum while looking at him.

When you finished, you smiled shyly at him through the mirror. You were unsure whether you had done a good job on what he asked you to do or not, but you secretly felt good.

Quickly returning to his caring self, he helped you stand up and used his slim fingers to clean any leftovers that still remained on your chin and lips. He asked you if you were alright, if he had hurt you somehow, if you needed anything, but when you shook your head negatively, he bumped his nose against yours.

“You are seriously out of this world. Thank you for being mine.”

[into-the-daniverse]

Sleeping With A Friend | 🍋 | Jade x Jacqui

In which, Jade has trouble sleeping, so she visits someone she knows will be up, though, not with the intent of helping them both sleep.

CW: Oral sex, penetration, swallowing, minor cum-eating, language

Title: Sleeping With A Friend by Neon Trees 2.6k words

Jade was restless. She had laid awake in her quarters for hours at this point, and she was no closer to falling asleep than if she had just crawled into bed. With a heavy, annoyed sigh, she threw off her blanket, tugged her boots on, and left her quarters. She didn’t even bother to light a lamp, knowing by now the exact route she had to take to the only other separate quarters below deck that weren’t shared by the rest of the crew.

Light peeked from under Jacqui’s door, and Jade knocked once before entering without waiting for a response. Jacqui’s broad back was to her, sitting at his desk with a lamp, scratching something into his little leather notebook.

“Evening,” he murmured, not even looking at her.

Jade just sighed dramatically, kicking off her boots at the door before draping herself over his back. He was still wearing his pants from the day, but at least his shirt was off, hanging on a hook on the wall, a fact that Jade was prepared to take advantage of.

“Can’t sleep?” He sounded amused, even as she started to twirl one of his unbraided locs around her index finger.

“I’m not even tired,” she whined, pressing her chest against his shoulders. Glancing down at his notebook, she watched him write, not that she had any idea what it said. Despite her own upbringing, the language Jacqui wrote his notes in was unfamiliar to her. Yet he wrote it like it was his mother tongue, pen never missing a stroke. She knew it was a language that the Queen’s quartermaster also understood, based on the letters he’d receive from them, but otherwise, knew nothing else.

Normally, she found it fascinating. Tonight, the constant scratching of the pen nib against worn paper just made her more irritable.

“Do you ever sleep?” she asked, her lips close to his ear. She felt the smallest shiver run down his spine and she smiled slyly.

He kept writing. “You’ve seen me sleep before.”

“Yes, well, alright, I suppose the question should have been, have you slept at all lately? Say, within the past week?”

“Mm.”

Jade sighed, her hands creeping over his shoulders and down his chest, toying with the bit of dark, curling hair there. He stiffened, just slightly, under her touch, but kept writing, eyebrows knit together in focus. “So, no, I take it.”

“Haven’t been very tired lately.”

“That doesn’t sound the least bit concerning,” she said, dryly. “If I were you, I think I would have to sleep at least a whole day every week to deal with Rodrigo and…” she traced around his chest, nail teasing at his nipple. “…everything else.”

Jacqui sucked in a breath, pen pausing. “I get the feeling that you’re not exactly trying to convince me to go to bed.”

“Oh, no, I very much want you to go to bed. With me.” She kissed his cheek, murmuring against his skin. “But since neither of us are tired…” Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Jacqui set his pen down. “Maybe we could do something other than sleep.”

“You…” He stood with a grunt, pushing his chair back to his desk before turning to face her, eyebrow raised. “Are just as bad as he is, you know.”

She gasped, hitting his chest. He didn’t move, save for a small smile tugging at his lips. “How dare you. I’m nowhere near as bad as he is.”

Jacqui hummed, pretending to think, and Jade pushed him back towards his bed. He only moved because he wanted to be moved, she knew that, but it was still hot as hell to pretend she had enough strength to manhandle him. Sitting on the edge, feet touching the ground, he pulled her close by her hips to stand between his legs. She cupped his face in her hands, kissing around his mouth until he parted his lips, allowing her tongue to slide over his.

His hands started to roam under the loose shirt she slept in—if she was honest, it was probably a shirt of Rodrigo’s she had borrowed once and forgot to return, but she wasn’t completely sure—tracing up her stomach to land on her chest, squeezing her breasts gently, fingers just grazing the piercings she had there. She moaned, breaking away from his lips, and pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. Jacqui’s hands went back to her hips, fingertips pausing at her pants until she put her hands over his and let him pull down her pants and underwear.

Jade stood naked in front of him, and she watched his golden eyes flicker hungrily over her body. Leaning forward, she kissed his bottom lip, tugging on the ring there with her teeth. He grunted, one hand resting just above her ass.

“You know Rodrigo’d be pissed to hell if he knew we were doing this without him,” she teased, looping her fingers under the band of his pants, slowly tugging them down his hips.

Jacqui laughed through his nose, helping her remove his pants and underwear the rest of the way, kicking them from his ankles. He shifted back on the edge of his bed as she knelt between his legs, his dick already half-hard and intimidating. “The key being ‘if’ he knew. He probably just rolled over in his sleep from you even mentioning it.”

“He’s such a brat sometimes,” Jade huffed, tying her hair up behind her. “He gets to have you fuck him all the time, and he only wants to share if he’s also involved.”

“Well, he was an only child, you know. Never quite learned how to share.”

She rolled her eyes, shifting closer to him to rest her face against his inner thigh with a pout. “Can we stop talking about him now before my pussy dries up?”

Jacqui’s mortified look made her snort. “Jade.”

“What?”

“You brought him up in the first place.”

“And now I am putting him away.” She reached up to pull his face to hers and kissed him again. Pecking once more at the ring in his lip, she settled back down in front of him, holding his gaze. “Just like I’m going to put your big, beautiful dick in my mouth and think about nothing else.”

She knew he wanted to say something in return, but her tongue flicking slowly over his tip stopped him, and his eyes fluttered shut. Spitting into the palm of her hand, she started working at the base of his dick, while her mouth focused on the tip. She pressed quick kisses to the side, licking a stripe up underneath it, before taking what she could past her lips, moaning around his length.

He let out a shuddering exhale, opening his eyes again, and she looked up at him through thick eyelashes as she tilted her head to take him further down her throat, hollowing out as much as she could.

“Shit,” he breathed, hands digging into the sheets, bed creaking under his touch. As she started to bob her head back and forth along his dick, he moaned as softly as he could manage, eyebrows furrowed together.

Keeping her pace even, she watched him fight against the urge to rock forward into her mouth. Swallowing around him, she pulled off with a slick pop, still stroking up and down with her hand. “I didn’t pull my hair up just for my benefit, you know,” she said, between breaths, and after a moment, Jacqui took the hint, one of his hands holding onto her ponytail, tugging at it lightly.

Satisfied, she took him back into her mouth, setting the pace at first until he started pulling at her hair. Then she let him take control, her hands resting on the inside of his thighs, gently tracing the muscle there as he guided his dick further into her mouth. He was fully erect now, and warmth pooled in Jade’s stomach as he sped up, his ragged breathing indicating how close he was to coming. She wanted to hear him, though, and ever so gently, let her teeth graze his sensitive skin.

“U-uhn—" Jacqui groaned, hips bucking forward, dick almost hitting the back of her throat. “Fuck, Jade.”

If her mouth wasn’t full, she would have smirked at him, so she just settled for meeting his molten gold gaze in a pointed stare, some shorter pieces of dark hair starting to fall from the ponytail back into her face. When he recovered, growing ever closer to his orgasm, she let her eyes slide shut, relaxing her jaw as much as possible, letting him fuck her throat how he needed.

“I’m coming, shit, I—”

Jade sat still with her legs tucked under her, hands on his thighs, as he came in a steady stream down her throat, swearing under his breath. Feeling his dick twitch in her mouth as he finished coming, she opened her eyes again, catching the rare and fleeting relaxed expression Jacqui wore after his release. When he let go of her hair, she leaned back, letting his dick fall from her mouth, and a few beads of cum escaped her lips, landing on her breasts.

She swallowed the rest of his cum, glancing down at her chest. “Oops.” She looked back up at Jacqui coyly. “Clean it up for me?”

He stared at her for a moment, still catching his breath, before a small smile pulled at his lips, and he nodded. Lifting her into his lap from the floor, he dragged his tongue over his cum, licking it from her breasts, and paused to suck at her pierced nipples. As his tongue drew circles on her skin, Jade moaned, arching her back into him.

The warmth in her stomach only grew, and she became acutely aware of the wetness between her legs as she sat on one of Jacqui’s thighs. He shifted on the bed, flexing his thigh, and she gasped, eyes rolling back. She felt a laugh rumble in his chest, one of his hands sliding under her to tease at her clit, and her hands went to his hair, tugging at his tight locs.

“Fuck, yes,” she murmured, bucking her hips into his hand. “F-fuck!”

He hushed her, mouth moving from her chest to capture her lips again, and she kissed him roughly. As she continued to grind her pussy against his thigh and fingers, one of her hands traveled down to stroke his dick again, feeling him already starting to get hard again. He groaned into her mouth, and broke their kiss, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Are you sure?” he asked, between breaths.

Jade kept stroking him, her own arousal only growing with every passing second, and nodded vigorously.

Jacqui sucked in a breath, his movements slowing. “Jade—”

“Fuck, Jacqui, please, I just—I want your dick,” she moaned, voice rising to almost a whine that Rodrigo certainly would have teased her for, but that she could tell only further turned Jacqui on. She squeezed the tip of his dick, thumb pressing at the slit. “Please—just fuck me.”

He kissed her quickly before lifting her off of his thigh to position her over his dick and lowered her down. They both moaned, Jade’s arms wrapping over his shoulders, and he held her ass, slowly shifting until she was almost completely seated in his lap. She whimpered, face buried in his shoulder, and caught her breath for a moment before nodding.

“Please.”

Keeping a strong grip on her ass and legs, Jacqui started to fuck into her, lifting her up and down along his dick, and Jade cried out before she could stop herself. She held onto his back, feeling her nails push into his skin, and bounced on him, her head spinning, sweat beading on her brow. Panting into his neck, her nerves felt like they were on fire, feeling his fingers pressing into the curve of her ass, her chest against his, his breath on her shoulder.

She moved her head up enough to kiss up his jaw to his lips, and kissed him, or as much as she could as they both had their mouths open in ecstasy and lust. He shifted his grip, and she gasped, the pressure inside her building towards release, her whole body shaking against him.

“Jacqui,” she murmured, nails scratching his back with every thrust of his hips. “Jacqui, I’m, mm, I’m going to come.”

“Okay,” he kissed her shoulder, teeth biting into her skin, leaving a mark that she wasn’t sure her shirt would be able to hide the next day. “Come for me.”

Normally, Jade didn’t like to be commanded. If it was Rodrigo telling her to come, she would say she didn’t need his permission. But the way Jacqui’s voice sounded when he said it, warm, soft almost, made her want to listen. It made her want to do anything if he said it like that.

As he kept moving her up and down on his dick, she came, kissing him to muffle her moans and cries as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Right when she was about to beg him to stop, he stood and laid her on the bed, pulling out of her to come on her stomach. She watched him through half-shut eyes, taking in the silhouette of his strong body, muscles glistening with sweat, locs falling into his face.

She gasped as his cum landed on her skin, body still shaking with pleasure, and he winced. “Sorry,” he said, his voice quiet as he leaned forward towards her. “I didn’t want to come on the sheets.”

Laughing through her nose, Jade slowly reached up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “It’s okay. But I will need something to wipe this off before I go back to my quarters.”

“Mm.” Jacqui kissed her again before standing and glancing around his room for a towel of some kind. When he found one and approached her again, he looked almost conflicted.

“Oh no,” she said lightly, sitting up to take the towel from him. “What is it?”

“I…” He met her eyes. “You don’t have to go back. You can stay here, tonight.”

She paused, a smile spreading across her face. He was asking her, in his own way, to stay. That made her feel warm in a different way than before, and she finished cleaning herself off. “You know what? I think I will. Besides,” she gestured to her legs, wiggling her toes. “If I were to go back, I think you would have to carry me.”

“You say that like it’d be a bad thing.” Jacqui chuckled, taking the towel from her to set aside, and walked over to his desk, turning off the lamp.

In the dark, Jade could see the moonlight on Jacqui’s skin, and she moved closer to the wall on the bed, watching him as he crawled into bed next to her, both of them still undressed. She wasn’t really used to spending time with a partner after sex, and neither was Jacqui, but she didn’t mind it. She liked being able to rest her head on his chest, wrap her arm around his stomach, her leg around his. His hand came to her hair, pulling what was left still tied back down to lay out around them.

Neither of them spoke, just lying together in the dark, listening to the ship creaking around them. It was comforting to Jade, to have someone she trusted like that, and she hoped it was comforting for Jacqui too. Different from the way she trusted the rest of the crew, different from how she trusted Rodrigo. Jacqui was just different, and she was glad for it. As she thought, it didn’t take long for a wave of exhaustion to wash over Jade, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep, the sound of Jacqui’s steady heartbeat in her ears.

[cloudycrystalkpop]

SMOKY | Heaven Above

Blind! Prince! Mingi x [unstated skin deformity] fem! Reader

words: 3k+

warnings: childhood trauma, smut

au: crown royal au | moodboard 

series masterlist: SMOKY

~

You lay in bed, just a bit away from the edge of the king sized mattress. Tonight was your wedding night, dressed in a silk slip that left little of your figure to the imagination, you looked to the other end of the bed, where your husband lay.

The boy was curled in a ball, his large frame made incredibly small and just a breath away from falling off the edge of his bed.

His body twitched and shook every now and again, you could only assume it was tears.

You couldn't blame him, in the madness of the last month youd cried yourself a sea of saltwater, watching as your future slipped away like sand from your fingers.

"... Mingi?" you spoke as softly as you could to the other end of the dark bed. The man jumped at the sound of his name.

"... Y-yes?" his voice shook in his throat, laced with fear. This caused you to frown.

"I know youre upset but, would you like to talk about it?" you offered gently. He stiffened at your words.

After a long minute of silence, and no movement from the other end of the bed, you assumed that perhaps he had fallen asleep, turning back to gaze up at the canopy.

"... Im sorry." the voice was so quiet you thought you might have imagined it. "Im sorry for everything. Im sorry youre stuck with someone... Someone like me."

"Someone... Like you? Marrying a stranger isnt something i resent you for." you tried to comfort him.

"No-well, yes but... You didnt have a choice..."

"Neither did you." you turned to face him, watching the outline of his back.

"... Mother says I should have run away and died in the woods." you felt shock fall on your chest at his confession. "Mother says im an embarrassment, that i shouldnt have been born. All ill ever be is a burden... And im sorry... Sorry that it falls to you know, and when im nothing more than a stranger... "

You felt a piece of your heart break at his words, the sniffles in his voice and the shaking of his shoulders now falling into place.

"Mingi, you are my husband. Which, means we are meant to be a team. I... Understand all of this is frightening, but, will you please give me a chance? So we can be... Not strangers anymore?"

After a long pause, the man rolled over, now facing you. You saw the stains on his cheeks reflected in the moonlight peeking in from the silk curtains.

Upon instinct, you reached out to tuck the hair away from his eyes, but you hesitated.

"... May i touch you?" you asked.

Mingi nodded his head, nuzzling his cheek into the pillow.

He flinched only slightly as you brushed his hair away from his eyes. Watching as he blinked them open, the smoky, empty irises stared back at you, tears still hidden in the corners.

"Mingi, I think... We can prove your mother wrong. With practice, you wont be a burden on anyone," you placed a hand on his cheek, watching his eyes flutter closed at the contact.

"With time, i think you can be a good king." the boys body racked in sobs once more as you pulled him close.

You slept that night, with your husband wrapped up in your arms. Tomorrow, is your coronation. You are to be the crown princess, and the sleeping man in your arms, the prince.

~

Mingi disliked walking with a cane. it was loud and he too often found himself still tripping on his own two feet. at home he knew the halls by heart, navigating them even when tired like any other resident. but in this new strange place, he had to keep one hand pressed against the wallpaper, feeling his way to build his map of this castle. the castle that was now his new prison.

he had been assigned a guard as his guide, a charming young man who gently guided the prince, Mingi’s left hand resting on his shoulder, his right hands fingertips brushing the walls.

you trailed behind the pair, watching curiously. Mingi’s head rested bent, his chin almost touching his chest. his resting state seems to always involve making himself as small and unnoticeable as possible.

the guard’s playful voice chimed in, interrupting your studying of your husband.

“I must say, I really expected you to deny the request for me to join you today, Your Highness.” he smiled over his shoulder, clearly speaking to you.

“oh? and why is that?” you asked.

“well, you have that knight of yours~ he speaks so fondly of you, and I almost never see you two apart. I was almost frightened id make him jealous.” the man giggled.

“hmm, Seonghwa has been loyal to me since I was a teenager. I trust him very much as I'm sure you've seen.” you nod. “may I ask your name sir...?”

“Hongjoong!” he smiles over his shoulder, bowing his head.

“...are...we in the main hall?” a quiet voice speaks. Mingi’s hand fell from running along the wall, instead laying limp at his side.

“ah, yes! it would seem we have arrived!” Hongjoong chimed.

~

the coronation was, a frightening experience. you stood at the head of the hallway, almost envying Mingi for not having to look the countless royals in the eye. see the seething and loathing, and plots for your murder, just to take a crown you never even wanted to begin with.

you placed your hand on your husbands bent arm, and it was then you realized, he was shaking. it was customary that the now crown prince lead his princess out of the hall, but Mingi still had only half learned the layout of this castle. never mind the panic he was hiding under the circlet on his head.

“Mingi,” you spoke, not even a whisper. you felt his arm flex under your hand. “match my footsteps, and lets get out of here.” he let the smallest nod, and the two of you set off.

you held your head high, eyes forward, not even bothering to return the stares from the court. you would be queen, weather you liked it or not, and now was not the time to show weakness. now was the time to prove that you were unshakeable. your “unroyal appearance” be damned.

~

when you arrived back at your bedroom, Mingi asked if he could have a moment alone. the poor man was close to tears once more, arms wrapped around his body as he shrunk into a chair, curling in on himself once again.

a part of you wanted to go and pull the shaking man into your arms just as you had done the night before. cooing soft words into his hair. but, you didn't want to invade his space, so instead you ventured out, closing the door behind you.

“my Lady!” a new voice called from down the hallway. you turned to see a head of dirty blonde hair, as a court member walked up to you. you braced yourself, turning to face the man head on. “my Lady, I don't mean to intrude, but I wanted to introduce myself. I am Duke Kang Yeosang, of the west valley.” he kneeled before you, head bowed low.

you blinked in surprise. a duke? on his knees in an introduction?

“you needn't be so formal, Duke Kang. there is no guard here to pierce your breast for sneezing at the wrong time.”

the man let out a hearty laugh, raising to his feet.

“ah, I see you dread such social conventions as well. and please My Lady, just Yeosang.” he smiled. the man before you was incredibly handsome, his speaking voice a gentle but deep baritone. he then took your hand, placing a kiss to the back of it, bending in a low bow with his eyes closed as his lips lingered just a moment on your skin.

your heart beat echoed in your head as the warmth of his mouth on your bare skin. swallowing your blush down, you gently pulled your hand away from his touch. his eyes opened, staring up at you through his lashes.

“I am sorry my Lady, have I made you uncomfortable?” his brows furrowed in a frown, before the edge of a sword meets his neck.

“step away from the princess please.” a growl like voice calls from behind the Duke.

“Seonghwa! this man means no harm, leave him alone.” you glare to the man with the sword.

“if that is true perhaps you should answer his question Princess-”

“no. no, he did not make me uncomfortable. he simply took me by surprise.” you stated, staring down the man with the sword. he sighed, but sheathed his blade nonetheless.

“you should speak to your future Queen with more respect.” Yeosang stated.

“you shouldn't touch people without their consent.” countered Seonghwa.

a sigh fell from your lips. so this is a new dynamic you are going to have to deal with.

~

as the days bled into weeks, you found yourself within the company of the young Duke often, your guard dog never far behind. the pair could never get along, Seonghwa seeming to think every time Yeosang breathed, it was a threat to your safety.

you’ve spent countless hours in the library, Yeosang at your side, coaching you through politics, philosophies, and ideologies. his eyes sparked every time, he as well fit for the part of a Duke.

you’d be lying to say that the closeness with the young man didn't stir something within you. his curious eyes, his intelligent speech, the way he guided you.

more than just a flutter in your stomach, Yeosang’s long thin fingers dancing across the pages, the small dart of his tongue to his lips before speaking. this man sired feelings in you you had ignored since your girlhood.

days curled up in the library, hiding away from prying eyes, reading the strangest erotic poems you could find. most so ridiculous they made you snicker. but others... that was the same warmth you felt when Yeosang grabbed you by the wrist to keep you from knocking off your water goblet.

“my Lady, you must be careful! you could have stained your dress.” he placed your hand back in your lap.

“nonsense, water will dry. it leaves no stains anyway.” you huffed. Yeosang let out that hearty laugh once again.

~

Seonghwa complained about the Duke while escorting you back to your quarters. you simply laughed and rolled your eyes at his childishness.

“princess, please promise me you will call me if that... that mockingbird, ever lays his hands on you.” you laughed once more at his words.

‘mockingbird’ for his deep and ‘droning’ voice Seonghwa hated so much.

“you are not my father Seonghwa. you needn’t be so protective over such things.” you teased. “or are you perhaps, jealous?”

Seonghwa’s cheeks tinted pink as he looked down. “...you have not called on me for such... help, in a long time.” he admitted.

ah, that explains his borderline possessiveness.

“...Seonghwa, I am a married woman.” you stated.

“I know that! but you are not married to that Duke-” you cut him off with a sharp turn on your heel.

“enough.” Seonghwa fell silent at your stern tone. “watch your tongue, for you speak above your rank and I have little interest in hearing it.”

he clenched his jaw, but did not speak further.

“I have no further need for you tonight. you are dismissed.”

“as you wish, my princess.” he bowed low, but he never dropped his eye contact with you. Seonghwa begged you silently, begged for the affection you used to wrap yourself in. Seonghwa was a loyal knight, one who would carry out any request you had of him, be it sinful or murderous.

but you had little interest in making an adulteress out of yourself tonight.

you turned your back to the man, and entered your room.

it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, but once you had settled into the darkness, you could see the figure of your husband sitting on the bed, head in his hand.

“Mingi? are you alright?” you quickly rushed to his side of the bed, kneeling before him.

“y-yes, I'm alright, I'm sorry to frighten you.” he spoke softly, raising his head from his hands. you felt a twitch of pain in your chest at the puffiness around his eyes.

“have you been crying, my darling?” you asked, raising to wipe the dampness from his cheeks. his breath hitched, before he sniffled. grasping at your wrists, Mingi raises his head, empty eyes level with your own.

“...will you be honest with me?” he asks.

“of course, Mingi you are my Husband, I have nothing to hide from you-”

“stop. do not- please... please don’t say that until I've asked you my question.” his face is pulled in pain and sorrow, cracking your heart. you fall to your knees once again, placing your hands in his lap, and leading your head against one of his bent knees.

“what is your question, my prince?”

“is it true you have slept with the Duke?” his voice is small as tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

“no. I have never had any form of physical intimacy with Duke Kang. the man kissed the back of my hand when we first met, never have we done more.” your words were true, and you saw relief flood Mingi’s chest.

“...thank you... thank you thank you thank you...” he let out a hiccup just as you cupped his cheek.

“who told you such an awful rumor?” you questioned, raising to your feet.

“i... I overheard some of the guards speaking about it.” he admitted. “people forget... I am blind, not def.” you nearly jumped to ask who he had heard saying such things, but thought better of it for the moment.

“and people are fools for such a thing.” you lifted Mingi’s head gently, before placing yourself on his lap. “and they are bigger fools for gossiping about something with no evidence.” gently, you lay Mingi’s head to rest on your collar.

the man melted at your touch, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your chest.

“...you smell... like honey...” he mumbled, voice far away and almost intoxicated.

chuckling you petting his hair, “perhaps you are hungry, my darling prince.” Mingi let out a whine at your words. quickly pulling your hand away you raised his head again, thinking you had caused him pain from the sound.

his eyes were glazed over, cheeks pink, and breath panting in his chest. ah, not pain, pleasure.

“Mingi... have you ever slept with a woman before?” you purr. the man swallows hard.

“no. you think... any woman would want to crawl into bed with me.” he sighs. you tisk, grabbing a fist full of his hair and pulling his head back.

Mingi lets out a squeak of surprise, that quickly turns into a high pitched moan.

“you are the fool now, little prince. I understand you may have not had the privilege of seeing yourself in the mirror, but” you lean down so your lips graze the shell of his ear. “you are one of the most attractive men I have ever laid eyes on.” you feel Mingi shiver beneath you.

grabbing his jaw tightly, you twist his head, turning it away from you. “I do not care about your blindness Mingi, if I hear such negative self speech from you again, it will earn you a punishment.” he whines once more, before you begin peppering his open neck with kitten kisses.

“p-pl-please-” he whines, hands fisted in your dress, chest rattling with every breath he takes.

“please what? my darling prince~” you coo softly, hands now scratching through his hair.

“p-please... please... use me... I need you...” his voice cracks, barely speaking each word. you coo, cupping the mans cheeks.

“we have been married for almost a month, my prince, and yet we have yet to consecrate our marriage~” you tease, tracing your fingers down his throat.

~

Mingi may be blind, but it takes little time for him to map out your whole body.

his head thrown back against the pillows, neck on full display for you. one of his large hands with a bruising grip on your hip, the other’s fingers tangled with yours above his head. you coo softly to the man as he gasps in pleasure, your free hand bracing yourself on his chest.

you press your forehead to his, panting from the energy it takes to keep bouncing on him. you are thankful he never asked if you had experience in sex, for you worried he might be saddened at the truth.

yet even still, the mere... size of Mingi had your eyes rolling back in your head when you first sunk down on him.

you heard his voice hitch in his throat, hand pulling more on your hip.

“..I-i-ahh-” you could feel him pulse within you. shushing him, you leaned over to place more kisses over his throat.

“its alright, little prince, let it go. will you cum for me?” you cooed softly.

right at your command, Mingi came, spilling himself within you. his voice cried out your name, shoulders shaking as he squeezed your hand.

you softly cooed as you helped him ride out his orgasm, petting his hair and running your hands over his torso. his body finally stilled, and you felt him begin to go soft within you.

your thighs burned slightly as you lifted yourself off of his lap, feeling his cum drip and pool out of you. Mingi whined at the loss of warmth, hands pulled at your hips.

“I-i’m sorry, you didn't...” his face still burned pink, hair a mess on the pillows as he finally began to catch his breath.

“its alright Mingi, you can make it up to me another night.” you chuckled. He swallowed, but nodded.

after leaving to the attached bathroom to clean yourself up and change into your night clothes, you returned to the bed to find Mingi had managed to change the blanket the two of you had soiled. you smiled, noting not to underestimate the man in the future.

“can we... can we do that more?” Mingi mumbled as you crawled into bed beside him.

“of course~” you cooed, stroking his cheek. he sighed in contentment, mumbling to himself.

“what have I done to deserve you...” he wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you against his body. “...I am no good for a husband... and probably worse choice for a king... but, for you..” he blinked his eyes open, somehow managing to stare at you. “for you... I'll be whatever you want me to be.”

“is that so? you’ll do anything I ask?” you cooed.

“yes. yes, I promise. you... you own me, mind, body, whatever you want from me... take it.” he begged, eyes hazy once more.

“lets not worry about such things now, little prince.” pulling the man against you, Mingi quickly fell asleep against your chest.

“you own me, mind body, whatever you want from me... take it.”

“oh sweet boy, you should be more careful with your words. you’ve already got me falling in love with you.”

[devilrainbunnie]

DATING SHIGARAKI HEADCANNONS

shigaraki x fem!reader 

(can post a male or gn one but due to the nature of what i wanted to cover, i decided to do a fem!reader)

cw: slight angst, sexual themes 18+, and soft tomu baby (slight mommy kink i literally can’t help it bye)

a/n: don’t feel bad! i love seeing your messages on here, and my requests are dry as heck. i don’t mind at all, thank you for being so kind all the time. i appreciate you! @milkyywavee

-

Tomura Shigaraki is a hard man to read. While he isn’t just straight up mean to people, he might come across as apathetic or aloof just due to his sometimes socially inept nature. While he isn’t totally shut out from the world, and understands most things, the nature of any sort of relationship is completely new to him. He’s never really understood the want, or need for it. He doesn’t really seek out affection in anyone, but he doesn’t mind when Kurogiri pats his head from time to time, or Twice forces him into a hug-- after all they’re his family.

But romance is something completely new to the boy, he doesn’t get it in the slightest. Even more so less than friendships, the thought of loving someone seems fake to him, how can someone be so unconditional? He’s very pessimistic in his view of romance and love.

In all honesty, I can’t see him caring much about people who aren’t already villains. What would he have to gain from chasing after someone who’s probably terrified of him? He doesn’t have the time or want to try to teach someone he’s worthy of love.

But one day, as he’s interviewing new recruits for the League of Villains, he sees someone mindlessly tailing behind Giran, looking a bit lost. A bit too innocent to be here. Tomura freezes as he watches you nervously look around the room, not saying a word and letting Giran do the talking to Kurogiri. He’s found countless people attractive, but there’s something just so alluring about the way you are. He can’t tell if you have some sort of quirk, or he’s really physically attracted to you. You notice his stare, but out of respect you keep your eyes elsewhere. 

After you introduce yourself, show them your quirk and get to talking about why you want to be there, you’re stunned at how quickly Shigaraki is like “okay, you’re in then”.

Once you’re settled in, you notice Tomura doing the smallest amount of things for you that he doesn’t do for anyone else. He’ll acknowledge you more than anyone else, he’ll offer a spare controller to you if you say you’re bored, he listens to advice you give (even if he doesn’t agree with it), once he even was out to get himself food, and remembered what kind of snack you liked most, when he gave you the snack, you lit up. You were smiling ear to ear as he handed you the little package, you thanked him, and for a second you thought you saw him blushing, he mumbled something incoherent before awkwardly speed walking away. Ever since that day especially, your crush really developed.

One time, after a bit of banter and some light drinking, you were given a confidence boost. 

You were talking with Twice, and Spinner at the bar. Cracking jokes, and telling stories. It was great to bond with them, and they really seemed to like you. After a bit more of laughter, the two gradually decided to end their night. Leaving you to sit alone at the bar by yourself. Not even Kurogiri was around. But suddenly, you noticed the faint sound of clicking, similar to that of a controller. You look at the couch you assumed to be empty, noticing Tomura deep within his game. You feel guilty that you didn’t even see him sitting there this entire time. Deciding to say fuck it and finally converse with him, you chug the rest of your bitter tasting drink. Letting it burn down your throat and chest, the feeling going straight to your head. 

You walk over to the couch, plopping right next to Tomura. His nose in his handheld console, he took a second before realizing who was sitting next to him. You couldn’t really grasp his reaction as he was wearing father like usual. With the help of your liquid courage, you put your head on his shoulder. “What’re you playing?”

“I’m uhhh, I’m p-playing Breath of the Wild, i-it’s a Legend of Zelda game.” he stuttered, shocked by the sudden closeness of the two of you. “Can I help you or something?” he managed to spit out without stuttering, he was nervous.

“Mm, just watching. You’re so cute when you’re nervous.” you giggled at him, you couldn’t tell but his face was bright red. He was becoming even more flustered than usual around you. His legs felt weak and wobbly, his game console losing hold in his grasp.

“Whatever.”

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Why?”

“Just wondering.” you smiled at him. 

“I-I don’t know.” he tried to brush you off, trying to shrug you off his shoulder but you just leaned into him more. There you sat for around ten minutes in silence watching his little game, it was interesting even though you had no idea what was going on. After a while, you realized how sleepy the alcohol was making you. You covered your face with your palms as you yawned, and shifted your body, not realizing you gradually had been against his chest. Oh my god, you thought internally, listening to how fast and hard his heart was beating. 

“M’tired. Good night Shiggy.” you slurred, not moving.

“Night.” he replied, it sounded a bit standoffish, but even when you were half awake and intoxicated, you understood he was nervous. You sat up on the couch, putting a hand on the side of his face you weren’t next to, and kissing the top of his head.

“Night-night, good night.” You said as you crawled off of him, and walked your way back to your room. Failing to know that you left your boss in a shambled, confused and nervous wreck. He was beet red the entire night, and now because of you he was horny upset. Were you just drunk and messing with him? Were you actually interested in him? Was he reading into this too much? You couldn’t possibly like him, could you? I mean look at him, he has messed up skin, too much scars, and a mop for hair. He thinks he’s disgusting but, he’s a monster. Monsters are supposed to look scary.

Over the next few days after, you were embarrassed with yourself. You felt like a terrible person for stressing out Tomura the way you did. You tried your hardest to avoid him out of embarrassment, any time you ran into him you’d smile and make up an excuse to leave. You were planning internally a way to tell him how you felt, without making him feel weird. Your avoidance of him however, made him feel like you didn’t want anything to do with him. Tomura was more closed off, and passive than usual to everyone. He felt so embarrassed and ashamed.

That was until you stood in front of him as he was on the couch. Like usual, it took him a bit before he was able to recognize someone was there. You handed him a little letter, on the back was his name, with a little heart. Before he could ask you what it was, you disappeared as quickly as you came. His heart was stammering in his chest again. 

He stared at the envelope, curious as to what it was.

He opened the envelope, noticing how your writing was nice. He read the words carefully, wanting to be able to grasp every single sentence. Your kind words, and confession made his entire body feel light. There, again, he though internally;

She called me cute, again.

After reading so, he quickly go to his feet. Making his way to your room. Knocking on the door and waiting for you to answer. You were nervous behind the door, nervous he was going to be upset with you. So you peeked through the door with only your eyes, and quickly he began.

“Did-did you mean all of that? Everything?” he seemed a bit different to you, his tone was unusual to you.

“Yeah.. I-I did.”

“Can I come in?” he sheepishly asked. 

You opened the door, and Tomura took off father rather quickly, his face was dusted red and he was stammering, which was highly unlike him. He hoped you understood what he was meaning by taking off father and showing you his face. You both talked about what happened. It was mostly you talking, and Tomura answering. After you began to question him, he got very closed off. Like he didn’t want to answer you. 

“Hey, can I tell you something?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You’re so cute when you’re nervous.”

You loomed to his side, brushing his hair from his face. His eyes were watching you intently. What the hell are you--

You kissed him.

You-- kissed him.

Your hands were nestled in his hair, as you kiss his rough lips softly. Tomura began to feel a familiar dull ache in his stomach, looking up at you with lidded eyes. He wanted more, more and more and more. He wanted to kiss you until his lips fell off.

“God, you’re so cute Shigaraki.”

“Tomura. Call me that. Tomura.”

“Tomura.” you smiled at him, kissing him once more.

After that, things gradually progress into a relationship.

Now things have progressed, and you both have grown together.

Tomura really likes kissing you, and being kissed by you. Nothing picks him up better when he’s sad than you kissing his cheek, and telling him to come to you when he’s ready.

He’s like a cat though, sometimes he really needs his space. He’s touch starved, and touch can overwhelm him. He won’t always let you know, but over time you learn a sixth sense with him. You’re able to know without having him voice it to you.

He likes cuddling you when he wants to relax, he’ll snuggle up to your chest and lay his face between the valley of your breasts. Inhaling your sweet perfume scent, and he immediately relaxes. He also likes to kiss and suckle on your breasts as a way to show affection. He might slobber all over your chest, but he does that only because he’s comfortable with you.

He likes to sleep with you, but it took him a long time to get there. He was so worried he’d wake up and you’d turn into a pile of dust. But now he’ll sleep with gloves on, but not all of the time.

You two don’t really go on dates, I mean you both are wanted criminals. So where could you even exactly go?

Well, that didn’t stop the two of you from having at home dates.

You’d just order some take out to eat together, sometimes you’d cook him food so he’d eat something good. You’d watch a movie and snuggle, or play some games. Whatever the mood for the night was.

Sometimes he’d take you out for sight seeing, he really liked going to a specific meadow. He just likes to relax around you.

Tomura doesn’t like to fight with you, despite how sour his attitude can be from time to time. Neither of you fight much to be honest, when you do, if you get sad he might not notice right away and only will if he sees you sulking or crying. Then he’ll get sad. Feeling guilty, and asking for forgiveness. He might seem rough around the edges, but you dove right into his soft spot. He loves you too much now.

Tomura likes bathing with you, not in a sexual way. Sometimes he enjoys having you massage his shoulders and scratch at his scalp. He likes the hot water against his skin as you lay on his chest. The mix of the heat, your comfort, and the rich smell of soap in the air, makes him feel like nothing will ever be wrong in the world. He can forget for a period of time.

He also will usually make you stay home during missions, he’s worried about your safety. If he lost you, he’d lose himself. He’d rather die a million deaths than lose you to anyone or anything.

He also likes when you do things for him to show you care. Like when you clean up his room, make his bed and do his laundry. He gets ecstatic, it makes the feeling of your love feel so much more real.

Tomura shows his love in different ways, however.

He thinks leaving you with bike marks and hickies means that he’s showing his affection. He’s always been a bit aggressive in the love department, he just can’t help it. He loves covering you in affection.

He likes to buy you food whenever he thinks you’ve earned it. It’s his way of showing you that he thought of you, and he went out of his way to do something for you.

Tomura also enjoys being gifted clothes of yours. He’s not gonna wear it, but the scent soothes him turns him on. You’re his favorite person, everything about you is perfect to him.

Nicknames are also a way of showing you how fond he is of you, no one else is called player two, or mommy baby than you.

This might be weird, but Tomura loves to nuzzle into your cheek and neck. Your soft skin is perfect, he can’t get enough of it. He’ll act like a clingy kitten the way he’ll rub his entire body in you to when he wants to be loving.

Tomura overall really likes being babied by you, he’s never had that and you’re perfect for making it up. He might be more dominant in other areas of his life with you, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t enjoy you brushing his hair, making him healthy meals and humming him tunes when he needs to drown out the voices in his head.

If you read to him, he will melt. He loves when you tell him stories or read one of his favorite books. It makes him feel at home, it makes him feel safe.

Tomura also willingly leaves his clothes with you, he thinks it’s cute when you walk into his room ready to cuddle and sleep wearing a shirt of his he ‘forgot’ about a few weeks ago. It makes him feel proud. He’ll never admit to that though.

Sometimes Tomura will compliment you by comparing you or things you do/wear to anime girls he likes. He doesn’t understated that it might be offensive or hurtful by others, but you understand that if he’s willing to compare you to characters he adores, he thinks you are beyond beautiful. Don’t worry, he does think you’re prettier than them anyways.

Whenever you’re on your period, he’ll be there helping you through it. He doesn’t know exactly what to do, but he knows that you get a lot more hungry and want to be comfortable. If you get cramps, he’ll get confused and be like “just drink water, you’re probably dehydrated” like no baby that’s— you’re so sweet, but just... no.

And whenever you’re sad, he’ll be sad too, but he’ll try his best to kiss it better. He likes to hold you to him, and distract you from your sadness. Sometimes he’ll offer doing something he usually doesn’t like doing, like putting on facemasks or letting you paint his nails. Or if you’re up for it, maybe even cooking with him or having a little dance party. He just wants to do anything to make you happy.

Tomura doesn’t always tell you how perfect you are, or how much he loves you but he tries to do that in other ways. He’s not good using his words, it’s foreign to him.

Tomura is also dangerously horny, and loves pleasuring you. Which is another way to show you that he loves you, making you cum.

[peachyteez]

angel nurse ≫ DAY FOUR, HEHETMON

this fox hybrid was brought into the recovery facility covered in scratches, whip marks, blood, and every other injury you could imagine. due to this, yeosang has trouble trusting humans, as he was afraid they could just hurt him all over again. until he meets jiyu, his “angel nurse”.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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✧ notes: i’m missing the boys extra today and i don’t know why :(

back。| next。

“ji, we’ve been standing here for ten minutes now. are you sure you’re going in?” yeonjun whispered, not wanting to alarm the fox hybrid on the other side of the door.

“shh! give me a minute, jun!” she whisper-shouted back. 

“it’s been ten!”

“well give me another one!”

yeonjun sighed. “it’s not like you to be so nervous about visiting a patient,” he pointed out. 

“i know...it’s just...i know how he feels since i can relate to his situation to some extent,” she meekly admitted. “a lot of people left me alone for a while after i left home so i guess i did the same towards him.”

with an understanding and gentle smile, yeonjun reassuringly gave her a pat on the shoulder. “then don’t let him wallow in his own thoughts alone, otherwise it’ll be much harder for you to pull him out,” he advised before walking off and waving at her over his shoulder. “good luck, i’ll go check on taehyun.”

waving after him, she took a deep breath and looked at the door once more. “let’s go,” she mumbled to herself encouragingly before entering the code to the keypad.

the door slid open to reveal the fox hybrid on sitting on his bed. in front of him was a foldable table, some paper, and...pencils and colored pencils? is he drawing?

yeosang’s eyes widened when he spotted jiyu at the door and his ears started to twitch. unable to keep eye contact with her, he glanced away and at the wall next to her instead. the cream-colored wall looked very interesting to him at the moment.

“um...hello! i’m here for your checkup,” jiyu said with a small smile, holding up her folder with his papers in them. “is that okay?”

silence. 

while it seemed as if yeosang was uncomfortable on the outside, his mind was yelling at him to at least respond. yeosang, please, you literally spent most of last night promising and hyping yourself up to make an attempt to interact with her.

jiyu felt her smile slightly faltering at the awkward atmosphere. “o-or i can go ask seojin—”

“...it’s fine,” yeosang said, practically whispering. “y-you can do whatever you n-need.”

“are you sure?” she asked, sensing his hesitation. 

yeosang nodded before putting the pencils and colored pencils away and neatly folding the table. although he was trying his best, he still couldn’t look at her in the eyes. but jiyu was still ecstatic at his baby steps. progress was progress, and it was the thought that counted the most.

“okay, i’m going to put this part,” she gestured to the round, metal part of the stethoscope, “to your chest. it’ll let me hear your heartbeat.”

seeing his tense expression, she couldn’t help but feel a wave of deja-vu hit her. it’s like when i did this with seonghwa. she realized. she couldn't help but quietly giggle at the similarities between the two. 

yeosang slightly tilted his head at her giggle, yet said nothing about it. “g-go ahead,” he gave her the okay.

feeling the cold metal touch his chest, he slightly flinched before relaxing. he had to constantly remind himself that she wasn't going to hurt him. whether he fully trusted seojin when he told him that, he wasn't sure, but he still found the smallest bit of solace in those words. 

“okay, your heart seems to be beating normally,” jiyu mumbled, deciding to not mention how fast his heart was racing. “now, temperature...” she said, taking out a thermometer. 

yeosang’s eyes widened at the thermometer. it reminded him too much of the scanner that the breeding facility used to scan their collars every morning and night. 

“are you okay?” jiyu asked, seeing his scared gaze at the thermometer. “i promise, this is only to take your temperature. look.” putting the thermometer up to her own forehead, she pressed the button and a beep sounded, indicating that it took her temperature. she showed yeosang the numbers on the small screen. “see? it’s nothing harmful.”

yeosang said nothing, but his body visibly relaxed. taking it as a good sign, she gently brushed the front pieces of his blonde hair away before taking his temperature. and just like she said, nothing bad happened. 

after a few more steps to the checkup (and some reassuring that the blood pressure machine wouldn't cut off his blood circulation even though it was extremely tight), jiyu happily smiled. “you did good today, yeosang. i really appreciate you allowing me to conduct a checkup,” she said. 

noticing some papers on the table underneath his documents, jiyu curiously glanced at them and aw’ed at the small, cute drawing. she figured it must’ve been yeosang’s. “this is so adorable,” she squealed. on the paper was a small, cartoon-like character that was holding a flower, and had the most adorable smile.

yeosang’s fox ears stuck to the side of his head while his human ones turned red out of embarrassment. he had forgotten he’d left his drawings there. 

“oh! my apologies, i didn't mean to snoop,” she sheepishly said, setting the paper back down. “but i really meant it when i said it was adorable.”

“...hehetmon,” yeosang whispered, his ears still burning. 

jiyu tilted her head in confusion. “pardon?”

“it’s name. i named him hehetmon...” he said again, trailing off towards the end. he felt weird since it was out of character for him to be conversing with a human. 

nervously glancing up at jiyu, he was surprised to see the look of adoration and awe in her eyes. if they had been in a cartoon, her eyes would’ve been sparkling. 

“wait, that's literally so adorable,” she said, looking down at the drawing once again. it portrayed the inner child in yeosang, it showed her how maybe there was a glimmer of light still left in him despite the mental scars. 

“you know,” jiyu mindlessly said, her eyes never leaving the drawing. “i kind of know how you feel, being abandoned and all that...”

yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed at her words. impossible. there’s no way that a human could even understand an ounce of what—

“you’re probably thinking that there’s no way a human could understand, right?” she wryly smiled at his shocked expression. “you’re right, though. i may not understand completely, but i still know what it feels like to be left behind and used.”

in his eyes, i’m just a tool for his and the company’s benefits.

snapping out of her trance-like state, she gently smiled at yeosang. “i’m sorry, i rambled quite a bit. but i hope that no matter what life throws at you, no matter how many curveballs the universe throws at you, that you keep yourself grounded. even if it means drawing thousands and thousands of your hehetmons,” she said before making her way towards the door. 

“um...”

turning around, jiyu’s eyes practically bulged out of her head when she saw yeosang standing behind her and offering her one of the hehetmons he drew. embarrassed, yeosang looked away as his cheeks and ears burned pink. “m-maybe it’ll make you happy, too—” he tried justifying.

a small grin spread on jiyu’s face as she accepted his drawing, feeling so many emotions swell in her chest. heck, she could've cried, as it was the sweetest gesture she’s received from him. “thank you, i’ll treasure it.” 

from her tone, yeosang could sense how the genuinely meant it, and how much she appreciated it. it gave him a sense of comfort that maybe there really was someone that not only appreciated hehetmon, but also his existence.

she tucked the drawing safely away in the folder as she left, saying goodbye to yeosang. 

“oh, jiyu!” seojin caught up with her in the hall. “i see you managed to visit yeosang,” he smiled. “how was it?”

“he...seemed to open up a lot more today,” she smiled. “and i came to realize that there just might be a little spark of light in him left. despite everything he went through.”

catching a glimpse of a drawing in the folder, seojin chuckled. “trust me, i think the sparks of light will grow brighter soon,” he mumbled.

“did you say something?” 

“huh? nope, nothing at all!” he boyishly smiled, his fangs peeking through.

she playfully scoffed, jostling him with her shoulder, although he didn’t even budge. “i’ll pretend you didn’t say anything, then.”

“how rude, miss.”

and she really did treasure the drawing yeosang gave her.

that night, after dinner, mingi spotted a new drawing on the fridge door. he knew none of them had done it, considering how horrible they were at art (minus hongjoong, but mingi knew it wasn’t something he would draw). “who drew this?” he asked jiyu who had entered the kitchen again after running taking a shower. 

“seonghwa’s twin!” she chirped, laughing when seonghwa whined out of confusion from the couch as he played animal crossing.

twisting around away from the tv screen, he pouted. “i swear i’m an only child!”

[thefanficmonster]

Never Satisfied [Chapter 2]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language

Collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“this chick is crazy...and I kinda dig it“

It’s been four days since the incident and he’s all but forgotten about it, removed it from his memory entirely as if girls hide from police in his car on a regular basis. 

Today is colder than usual, and his body has been quick to respond to the change, aching around the joints. Some days it’s impossible to move, feeling his clothes and sandpaper and housing spikes as joints. Thankfully, today isn’t that bad, the pain is rather manageable. Which checks out well for him, considering he has to do some cleaning around his apartment. His skin itched at the sight of the mess his living space has become over the last few weeks he hasn’t been bothered to pick up the strewn about items or wash the dishes in the sink. 

Standing in his living room, he turns in a circle, taking in the disaster that is surrounding him. His chest tightens, throat closing up due to the overwhelmingness of the work he has ahead of him while all he wants to do is hide in his room, under the blankets of his bed that is for sure not willing to offer him much comfort at the moment, seeing as how it too is a mess. 

Forget about that! He isn’t sure if his mind is telling him to forget the task he has at hand or the comfort he has in mind. Either way, he knows what the right thing to do is. It may give him anxiety, but it has to be done. 

He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, taking deep measured breaths and exhaling slowly just like his doctor had instructed him to do, in hopes to ease the tension around his lungs. 

Calming down a bit, he finally decides to get on with it, starting with the smallest space he has to clean, hoping accomplishing a small victory would fuel his ambition to move onto the actual rooms with a lesser struggle. So, pulling on his favorite hoodie and a beanie over his black curls, he slips out of the front door and down the stairs of his apartment complex with a trash bag in hand. He may hate cleaning, but he hates messes more, therefore it’s an easy call to make. Easy when putting the two in comparison, a struggle when he actually has to get on with the process of cleaning. 

With a deep breath as a final ‘You got this’ before action, he unlocks his car doors and looks around its interior. He starts off with the junk in the front - first tending to the passenger seat where he finds a couple plastic bags and a few water bottles. He keeps the area around the driver’s seat clean as can be, so he skips that side. Unfortunately, now he has to turn to the nightmare that is the backseats. 

While it may be tame, compared to most, the three paper bags, five disposable coffee cups that he’d dropped to the floor are more than enough to annoy him. He also makes a frustrating find of a hoodie, a few shirts, a hat, and what appears to be a forgotten CVS bag of medication. Much to his dismay, there’s more: handfuls of old receipts that he is now shoving into the garbage bag he has in hand along with straw wrappers, a few stray cold fries dating back to God-knows-when. He sighs, somewhat relieved to see the backseat is doing a lot better now than it was a couple minutes ago, though it’s not even entirely clean just yet. Something catches his eye though - a choker that was probably covered by one of the clothing items he had found. He picks it up, turning it over in his hand. It’s made of soft leather with a gunmetal ”C” and a pentagram embossed on it. It has a leather braided cord on both ends to tie together and no price tag or brand to indicate its origin. He can’t remember buying this...but then again, retail therapy is a thing and it wouldn’t be the first time he forgot a purchase. He gives it one final once-over before shrugging and pocketing it. After collecting the headphones he’d also dumped in the back and retrieving a pair of boots from the trunk, he locks up his car and heads back into the building, mentally preparing himself for facing the terror of cleaning his apartment.

Returning to his place after tossing the trash in the dumpster along the way, Corpse locks the front door behind him and proceeds to drop the things he’s brought back near the front door. 

This defeats the purpose of cleaning up in the first place, Corpse. He scolds himself but that’s what it remains at - just a scold. He slips the hoodie off his torso, but pauses when the leather collar falls to the floor. Tossing the clothing item on a dining room chair behind him, he picks up the choker and, without as much as a second thought, places it around his throat just below his Adam’s apple The metal feels cool against his skin and as he ties the leather cords at the back of his neck the corners of his lips curve upwards just a little. 

I probably look stupid. He thinks to himself. Corpse tries not to look much at his own reflection, mostly because it’s a reminder of how little sleep he gets with the dark circles and worn out, exhausted eyes staring back at him whenever he looks. But when he catches a glimpse of himself in his peripheral on his way to piss, he admires his reflection, or more so the way the black leather stands out across his pale skin. He’s gotta admit, it looks pretty cool. Edgy. Very urban. Goth maybe? But he still prefers the chains he’s known to wear over chokers.

After doing his business, he starts heading toward his office with the intention of recording a new story for his channel if he manages to find a decent submission - and also to ignore the cleaning he still had to do eventually - when the sound of someone banging on the door of his neighbor’s apartment makes him jump, thinking the sound was coming from his door instead. Being the nosey bitch he is, he creeps to his door, listening to the muffled and almost completely incomprehensible voices from across the hall. The screaming match taking place is making him rather nervous and anxious and as much as he’d rather hide in his room and pretend he never heard or saw anything, he also doesn’t want the altercation to escalate into anything physical. 

“You fucking bailed on me!” An angry female shout dominates over the other voice, a male one, that’s quick to follow the previous example with the tone volume.

“You almost got caught, it's not my fault you screwed up!” It’s the male’s turn to shout, his words intriguing Corpse.

Got caught? Screwed up what?

“Fuck you! You don���t just ditch like that! That’s such a dick move!” 

Ditched? If it wasn’t for the ‘getting caught’ part I would’ve thought it was a flopped date?

“I wasn’t about to get arrested for your klepto ass! I’m done with your shit!” The male voice takes the upper hand again, and though the female attempts to speak, she’s promptly cut off by the male, “No! No, I said I’m fucking done! Get the fuck out of my apartment!” A loud bang that sounded remarkably like a chair being flipped over made Corpse jump again with his thoughts once again racing to try and make sense of the situation. 

Klepto? So she’s a thief. Great. He rolls his eyes, not that he needed a reminder that he lives in a bad neighborhood, but he sure got it. He inhales slowly, finally deciding to check the aftermath in the hallway. Again, it isn’t his business whatsoever, but he can’t rest easy until he knows there isn’t an injured person outside his door right now. He peeks out the peephole before unlocking the door and sticking his head out to see a long haired individual still standing in front of his neighbor’s door. They have their back turned to him and are getting prepared to start banging on the door once again. 

“Little scared-ass bitch! I’ll be back for my shit!” She screams, kicking the door to punctuate her point. 

This chick is absolutely nuts. Everything in his gut is telling him to turn around and go back inside but his brain’s less-rational side is convincing him to check on her. He carefully steps into the hallway, swallowing nervously as he reaches out to tap her shoulder. “Are um-...you okay?”

The girl whips around, a furious expression on her face. Corpse makes a pause, his eyes widening at the sight of that familiar face.

Holy shit, I know this girl. 

Standing in front of him is the girl who leaped into the backseat of his car only a few days ago. 

Shit! What are the odds? 

She’s wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a cropped sweatshirt with the quote “Mercury’s in Gatorade or Some Shit” written in bold letters and a solar system around it, with a leather jacket on top. 

His mouth dries when he makes a realization... 

Oh fuck. She’s way prettier in the natural light instead of that ugly light I saw her in that night. 

“Oh hey! Parking lot guy! What are y-...is that my choker?” She interrupts herself, looking closer at the black leather on his pale skin, her brows furrowing. He’d forgotten he was even wearing it to be honest, but she seems to recognize it. “That’s my fucking choker, dude! I’ve been looking everywhere for it!” She reaches up seemingly with the intention of taking it off him, causing his whole body to freeze up.

Finally finding his senses, Corpse takes half a step back, eyes slightly widened, “Woah, hey! Easy there, I’m pretty sure I bought this.” He warns, hands hesitantly held out in front of himself to try and create some distance between them. 

She seems not to take the hint at his desire for personal space as she reaches out again, stepping closer. “No, I made it with my own two hands, man! It’s got a C on it for my name - Cora.” She says sharply to the point of anger that honestly frightens him a bit. 

He quickly unties the leather straps, removing it from his neck. However, he refuses to give it back so easily as he holds it up out of her reach. 

Maybe if it isn’t on me she won’t be all up in his personal space. Yeah, it’s a bit evil, but he didn’t care. Besides, part of him is still mad about the fact she used his car as a hiding spot, shooting his anxiety through the roof in the process. 

“I feel like you owe me for those fries you stole last time we saw each other. Make it up to me and I’ll give it back. If it’s even yours, that is...” He says, brows furrowing slightly and eyes narrowing as he takes another step back. “And, you know, for nearly getting me busted by the police for something I wasn’t even a part of.” 

Sure, he was talking but her eyes are wandering analyzing him: first the silver chains around his neck that glimmer in the light and his dark hair, strands dangling carelessly as a curtain over his face. 

He too finds himself admiring her, memorizing her features better in this light. She has olive skin and sports a little bit of a tan. Stray locks of wavy dark brown hair hang around her ears having come loose from her messy bun. She has earthy brown eyes with flecks of green that he can’t help but stare at, despite their current sharpness. Her right arm is decorated with a few small tattoos: a skull of some sort of animal that appears to be puking flowers; a small cartoon t-rex floating via many colorful balloons and a brain with a spiky spiral in the center of it. She has a single line drawn around her pinky finger on the hand of the other arm and the shadowy silhouette of a forest around her wrist. However, the one thing Corpse could see better than all of that, was she is pissed. 

“Gimme my fucking choker back! I paid you for those fries, it’s not my fault you spent them on douchebag lessons!” She snaps, hopping to try and grab his arm. 

She is pressed up against him now, a wave of perfume hitting him when she attempts another jump. He holds the choker higher, maybe even subconsciously, just enjoying the warm presence of another body for as long as possible - not that he’d admit that. 

Corpse’s brief content comes crashing down as he stumbles backwards when he feels something hard on his hip and her hands grabbing at the front of his shirt. 

“Wait-“ He tries to say, but is cut off when a good amount of weight pulls at his jeans. “Oh Fuck!” He rasps out, dropping the choker as he slams onto the floor. In the split second he spared to take a breath, his pants had been yanked down to his knees and his neck was crooked up against his door. He’s now lying on the floor as the girl hovers over him having landed with her hand on top of his head and one leg over his chest while the other is pinning his arm down.

While remaining unmoving under the girl, he takes a moment to let the previous five seconds sink in before replaying them in his mind:

This small woman, Cora she said her name was, had put the boot clad toes of her left foot into the pocket of his baggy jeans to use as a stepping stool. In turn, they were shoved down, effectively pantsing him and tearing the pocket before knocking them both to the floor. 

Corpse leans against his door, jeans still around his knees, hair a mess as he watches Cora stand up from where she’d practically tackled him and equip the choker. 

“Serves you right.” She sticks her tongue out, tying the piece of jewelry behind her neck. “Now get up before someone calls the cops, we both know what happens then.” She rolls her eyes and bends down, offering her hands to help him up after he situated his trousers.

“Ah-um...I-...” anxiety started reigning in his chest and head as he realized everything that had happened. He takes both her hands and she uses all her weight to pull him up. Her pull was so strong that when he stood up, he had to hold her tight to keep her from falling back. He stabilizes her, maybe a little too hard because her chest collides with his. He apologizes under his breath, releasing her hands quickly. “Don’t people buy dinner first before yanking off their pants?” He snorts, trying to make light of the situation and crossing his arms over his chest. “But then again, you stole my dinner.” 

“Are you insinuating I should take off my pants?” She asks with a smirk. 

Corpse nearly chokes on his own inhale, eyes wide as he quickly looks away.

Oh my god is she serious? “N-no!” He says, perhaps too quickly. Too loudly. His cheeks turned dark pink as he gapes at her for a moment before furrowing his brows again. He hunches his shoulders a little, doing his best to avoid those sharp hazel eyes. 

She’s pretty. Way too pretty for him and now she has him all flustered. This girl has way too much power over the agoraphobic anxiety bundle that is Corpse. 

“Oh so you’re insinuating that I should buy you dinner since I took off your pants?” She prompts, eyes narrowing with a delighted little smirk on her face. She has to be enjoying watching him squirm in embarrassment, otherwise, why would she keep asking questions like that? Of course she does. She is like every other girl in his life.

“I’m..-just...Forget it.” He mumbles, shrinking back away from her as he turns to go back inside the safety of his apartment. 

She’s probably making fun of me. Great, as if I didn’t have enough self-esteem issues already.

Before he could get inside, a hand grabs his shirt at the small of his back. “Hey, I’m just fucking with you, dude.” She says, giving the shirt’s fabric a tug. 

He turns and looks at her with wary eyes, wondering if she was trying to goad him into falling for her taunting again. But the ice in her gaze has melted and she gives him a crooked smile. “Lemme buy you dinner to pay you back. It’s the least I can do after you helped keep my ass out of jail.” She releases his shirt after a brief moment of reluctance and then offers her hand to him for a handshake. “Oh, I should introduce myself, officially this time. I’m Cora.” 

Corpse looks at her hand and carefully takes it. She has small hands and his long fingers practically engulfed hers as he shakes it lightly. He gives her his name in return and she smiles that light filled, beaming smile he remembers from the car. 

“Nice to, um- meet you, I guess.” He finds himself staring at her, unknowingly still holding her hand in his until she looks up and grins a little wider. 

“This seems like a roundabout way to hold my hand, bro. You could have just asked,you know.” She teases, but this time it felt okay, his embarrassment having faded slightly, but he still hurries to look away and release his hold on her. 

Corpse murmurs a quick apology, but before he could stick his hand back into the ripped pocket of his jeans, she takes hold of it again, tugging him forward. “Come on, lock your door. I’ll buy you something to eat. You drive though.” She lets go of his hand after a moment and, much to his surprise, he catches himself missing the warmth that it provided him while it was there. Turning, he ducked into his apartment to grab his hoodie and keys, feeling suddenly thankful he’d cleaned his car out.

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