#the endings kind of rushed but oh well hope yall like it

[hereticdrws]

it's a little specific, but was thinking about loser!mizu going with reader to a karaoke as official girlfriends (yay!) and discovering that reader was a massive theater kid in high school or something, seems in character to me lol

Karaoke

a/n: I loved this sm I rlly hope u like it 😭 I'm a sucker for loser mizu I need to write headcannons for her 😭

For texting akemi is pink you are purple

Word count:997

Warnings: swearing, alcohol mentioned, I think that's it? Lmk if I missed one

Mizu x reader enjoy ☺️

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The lights beamed across the floor of the karaoke bar, a small disco ball decorating the ceiling of the room, drenching the room in small flickering lights, the floor and the small platform was covered in confetti, probably from a previous party.

I looked around for my girlfriend who thankfully was right behind me, following me like a lost puppy.

"You good hon?" I yelled over the beating music of the speakers and whoever was singing

"Yeah I'm fine" She smiled, still a nervous blush adorned her cheeks and tip of her nose at the closeness of the crowd

We had been invited to a karaoke bar by taigen, akemi, and mizus best friend ringo after we had officially become girlfriends after months of dating and even more pining and flirting (though the flirting was more you while mizu did the blushing ;])

I grabbed her hand as we made our way to the bar, sending akemi a quick text that we had arrived and were grabbing drinks

Hey!! We're here js grabbing drinks what room r yall

We're in room 4 ☺️

Great well be there soon!

"Mizu! Their in room 4!" I yelled over to my girlfriend as she grabbed our drinks, I leaned over grabbing mine from her hand

"Great, are you ready?" She inquired

"Yeah! Cmon let's go!" I said radiating excitement.

We made our way through the crowd mizu grabbed my hand squeezing it, obviously uncomfortable with the overwhelming amount of people, I gently pulled her arm towards me, her front pressed against my back.

"You good baby?" I whisper yelled into her ear to ensure she could hear me

"Yeah, crowds just a little much" She sputtered, flashing me a small smile "let's just get to the room, I think it's upstairs

"Ok" I nodded at her, changing directions and heading towards the stairs, not letting go of her hand

Once we finally made it to the room I knocked to let akemi know we were there

"Y/n! Hey omg it's been to long" She squealed as she hugged me

"Its been 2 days" I laughed

"I know! Way to long" She said back with a giggle at the end as she moved over to hug mizu

"Oh mizu! Youre gonna love this! Don't worry" akemi said since mizu had always been the shyest of the group so obviously karaoke would send mizu into a spiral, I mean cmon, singing infront of people? Are you crazy? But she had been convinced somehow

As mizu and I followed akemi into the room, taigen was already belting his heart out to an katy perry song, clearly already very tipsy

"HI mizu" ringo smiled brightly at his bsf

"Hey" She smiled back, moving to sit next to him, dragging you lightly behind her by your intertwined hands

"Mizu! Cmon sing with me!!" Taigen yelled drunkenly at her

"No I'm good" She chuckled nervously, obviously very uncomfortable with the idea of singing katy perry I front of her brand new girlfriend

However that attitude changed the second te alcohol hit her system

2 hours later, 5 drinks in, and at least 17 songs later, mizu had been convinced to start singing, as I was laughing at taigens idiocy with akemi and ringo, mizu and taigen were searching for more songs to do

"The Heather's? Tf is that" taigen slurred, the alcohol had already hit his system awhile ago

"They have heathers?!?!" I practically jumped from my seat, rushing over to where my girl friend and taigen were sitting, pushing taigen away

"Oh my God no way I fucking love them!!" I said towards mizu

"You watched the heathers?" Mizu said, kind of thunderstruck

"Yes!! I used to be the biggest theater kid" I said vibrating with excitement as I looked ta the songs

Mizu just sat there with the biggest doe eyes looking up at me"What?" I laughed as I looked at her adorable shocked expression

"I didn't know you liked them" She mumbled looking away shyly her blush turning a bright red making her palms sweat

"Cmon! Sing with me!" I said as I turned on dead girl walking

We spent the rest of the time belting out lyrics and arguing about the best song/musical, and ofc my favorite was ride the cyclone while mizus was phantom of the opera

Once everyone was all tired out mizu and I headed toward my car

"So.." mizu started, something obviously on her mind

"So..." I said with a giggle bumping her

She let out a small laugh, her blush from earlier returning once more

"I didn't take you as a theater kid" She stumbled out

"No?" I laughed

"No definitely not" She laughed back

"Well aren't I just full of suprises" her blush deepening as I winked at her, throwing my arm around her neck, forcing her down a bit since she was very tall, leaving a few pecks on her cheek, finding it oh so amusing as to watch her blush become deeper and deeper turning her into a tomato

"Alright alright cmon we gotta get home" She stuttered out

"Whatever you say Rudolph" I winked and laughed at her annoyed expression, opening the passenger door for her

We rode home with the ride the cyclone soundtrack on low as I told her all about the plays I did in middle school and high school

"No way you were in a Beetlejuice play you're fucking with me" She said with a laugh

"I'm not!" I giggled at her punching her lightly

"What part?" She said through her laughter

"Lydia deetz!!" I said still laughing along with her

"No way you got a lead part”

“I did!!”

Once we got home and changed into pajamas, I put on beetle juice and we spent the rest of our night cuddled up watching our favs

"Goodnight Rudolph" I mumbled sleepily with a subtle smirk adorning my face

"Goodnight my little theater kid" She said right back

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Thank you for reading I hope yall liked this ☺️

[tyrant-tales]

Shut Up!

Hiiii! I wrote a little something. I kind of rushed it at the end, but here's some 4ggravate for yall. I didn't realize how much my lee cyno biased came out in this, so I hope you like lee Cyno!

I would put lee and ler buuut: Everybody is a switch in this.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: nothing really, just tickles below the cut. If I need to add something, let me know.

Enjoy!(:

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Tighnari sat across the table, running his hand through his hair, "Why do I hang out with you both?"

Cyno, head in his hands, just laughed, "Because they force us"

"But they dont?"

"It feels like they do."

Tighnari sighed, and fought the urge to slap Alhaitham and Kaveh to the next planet over. He shook his head and continued his game of TCG with Cyno for the next couple minutes. Cyno, of course, won and Tighnari quickly got tired of rematches, as well as the insane amount of bickering between Alhaitham and Kaveh. Speaking of those two, Kaveh had his finger in Alhaithaims chest and was yelling at him for something. The scribe just watched without flinching.

"Seriously, what is your problem, Kaveh?" Alhaitham managed between said man's tangen.

"My problem is you!"

"What did I even do?"

"You took both keys yesterday, and I'm quite sure you would've again today had I not gone with you!"

"I would not have. You're being dramatic."

"I am not!"

"Oh my archon, can you both STOP?"

All heads shot to Tighnari, not expecting the sudden yelling from the usually quiet forest ranger.

"Sorry, excuse my yelling. Why do you live together if you fight so much?"

"We don't fight that much." Kaveh defended.

"Yes we do."

And so began more arguing.

Tighnari looked like he needed sleep, but he glanced towards Cyno.

"How do you think we could get them to shut up?" 

Cyno thought for a second, then he lit up brighter than the sun.

"Do you remember the method Candace uses on villagers when they get too worked up?"

"Oh you mean the one I use on you everytime you visit?"

"I was trying to avoid that example, but yes."

Cyno turned away, seemingly grown red. Tighnari thought about it for a second. It might work. He'd pay for it later, but it would work.

"Okay, you wanna help?"

Cyno nodded, a smirk growing on his face.

Kaveh was still talking at Alhaitham when Tighnari walked behind him. Alhaitham noticed, but didn't say anything, he just smiled as he realized what Nari was doing. Cyno, however, was not in Alhaithams vision, so that was scary. Before he could react to this, though, both Kaveh and him crumpled to the floor as Cyno and Tighnari took action.

"Whahahat?" Kaveh turned his head to see tighnaris grinning features, then he panicked further as he realized what was happening. Tighnari was scribbling the length of Kavehs torso, and it was unbearable. Tighnari made sure to linger at the blonde's hip bone longer than the rest. He looked at Alhaitham, only to find he was not in a better situation.

"C-cynoho…" He gritted his teeth, trying to avoid the laughter bubbling in his throat, because of the merciless fingers on his sides.

"Yes, Alhaitham?" Cynos smug smirk grew wider as he switched to digging into Alhaithams upper ribs. 

"Nohoho!"

"Yes!"

Tighnari had Kaveh sitting basically in his lap on the floor, and was attacking the blondes sides, switching between scribbling, squeezing, and poking.

"Whyhehe ahare yohohou soho cruhuhuel?" Kaveh squirmed, twisting left to right to try and escaped Tighnari and his cruel shut-up method.

"Why can't you stop arguing  with Haitham?"

"Behecause he suhuhucks!"

"Mhm. When you both promise to stop arguing, me and Cyno will stop our 'attack', until then, you can suffer like I did."

"Thahats nohot fahair!"

"Sure it is! Now I've heard enough talking from you, why don't you just laugh for me?"

That was the last thing Kaveh heard before the fox boy drilled into his hips without warning. This resulted in a high pitched scream, then drowning everything else out with his laugh. 

Cyno had heard Tighnari and Kavehs little conversation, and decided to let Alhaitham know the same thing. He was also partly afraid that Alhaitham would gain his strength back, so he quickly followed Nari's lead.

"Yknow, Nari is right. You argue too much. When you both apologized we'll let you go. Soooo you get to laugh for right now."

"Ihi dohohont stahart it! Kahaveh dohoes! Wait NOHO-!"

Alhaitham quickly shut up as Cyno targeted his underarms. Scribbling, clawing, massaging, drilling, anything it took to get him to shush. He all but screamed, then fell into his low laughter. He started to forget how this started. The only thing he remembers is letting Cyno take him down. He doesn't know why, but for some reason, he wanted this.

"Let's see…. Here? Or here? Maybe here?" Tighnari practically sang as he jumped around Kavehs torso. Ribs, side, stomach, hips, back to sides and all over again. Kaveh couldn't take it, he needed Alhaitham to apologize, but he remembered he hadn't done so either. So he tried.

"Tihihigh- TIGHNARI Ihim SOHOHORRY pleheahase!! I CAHAHANT!"

"Oho, one down, one to go. How about it, cyno? Did he apologize yet?

"Okay, you tease alot more under these circumstances."

"That is besides the point, dear."

"Fine. No. He's to stubborn for that."

"That is true. Oh well, Kaveh will just have to suffer."

"I suppose so."

Cyno shuddered, knowing all too well what Kaveh was dealing with. Cyno had fallen under Tighnari's mercy before, and he was mean when he wanted to be. And that's clearly what he wanted now, as he was not giving poor Kaveh the light of day. Nevertheless, Cyno took a breath and continued working on his end of the stick. 

"Now, Alhaitham, are you willing to apologize now that you know your dear ol' senior did?"

"Noho! Ihi dihidnt dohoho ahanything!"

"Suit yourself, then!" 

With that, Cyno did all he could to weaken the man he was Tickling. He was scared for when he and Kaveh decided to take revenge, but that was later Cynos' problem, not Cynos' current problem. Right now, he had to focus on keeping Alhaitham down and not fighting back.

But he didn't seem to be fighting either way.

Only a few minutes later did Cyno hear Alhaitham screaming apologies when he reached a particularly sensitive rib that had an also pretty sensitive muscle right next to it.

"Ohohoh my archohons, that was cruel." Kaveh complained as he mustered up the most adorable upset look Alhaitham knew all too well.

"Maybe if you didn't start arguments so much we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Both of you please stop talking before this starts all over again." Cyno and Tighnari rushed out in fear of more bickering.

"You know what, I think I have something we can agree on, Kaveh."

"And that is, Alhaitham?"

"Revenge."

"Couldn't have said it better myself."

They both turned towards the two people behind them, Alhaitham to Cyno and Kaveh to Tighnari. Both of the ladders stepped back in wide-eye panic before Kaveh and Alhaitham pounced, tackling them to the ground.

"Waitwaitwaitwait hold on! We can talk about this! No need to do anything rash…" Tighnari panicked. Cyno followed his plea.

"Yeah! You don't need to do this! It was only to get you to stop arguing!"

"Ah, yes. Well, it worked, and we found something to agree on." Alhaitham had managed to fight Cyno to the ground and got his hands pinned under his knees. 

"Yes, and that something is revenge." Kaveh had seemed to follow Alhaithams lead, pinning Tighnari and his arms.

"But-"

"Shush. Now what was it you said? Oh yes, I've heard enough talking from you, why don't you laugh for me?"

With that, Kaveh began scribbling across Tighnaris ribs, and laughing at the choked squeal from the man.

"Well said, Kaveh. Why don't you do the same, Cyno?"

Then Alhaitham also started his 'torment' by squeezing all around Cyno's stomach. He also chuckled at the uncharacteristic screech from the Matra.

"No need to be so loud, the entirety of Sumeru doesn't need to know that you're being tickled. Honestly, it's like you want them to know. Hm, I wonder what they'd think; the great Cyno, General Mahamatra, ticklish."

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"

"Awe, can't you take a little teasing? Cute."

Tighnari really wasn't in a better position. In fact, it may have been worse.

"Hm, being a forest ranger is really dangerous." He paused to gasp dramatically, "What if you're missing ribs! I should count to make sure they're all still there!"

"NOHO Ihi hahave ahall of my rihihibs!"

"Oh, I don't know, Nari. I really should just make sure. Okay ready?"

He placed his hand under Tighnaris shirt and on his bottom rib.

"NONONONOHOHOOO!"

"Okay, one… two… three… four…"

"SHUHUT UHUP KAVEH IHI SWEHEAR TO THE ARCHONS SHUHUHUSH!"

"Oh, you made me lose count! Be more quiet, and don't squirm as much! Okay, let's try again, one…"

"NOHO!"

"Five… six… wow you're doing really good. Oh what number was I at? Alhaitham, do you remember?"

"Hm… no I do not seem to recall. Ack! Cyno don't kick me!"

"SIHIHIX! YOU SAHAY SEHEVEHEN NOHOW!"

"Awe, you were counting too? You must enjoy this!"

"SHUHUSH!"

"How do I know you're not lying though? May as well start over! One…"

Tighnari groaned through crazed laughter.

"Woah Cyno, how did I not know you were this ticklish? Honestly, isn't this dangerous? Especially when your outfit reveals so much. If any enemies ever figured this out you'd be done for!"

"SHUHUT UHUP!"

"That isn't very nice. How about you say sorry for that?"

"Nohoho!"

"Fine then."

Alhaitham shot his hands up to Cynos' underarms, making sure to drag his uneven nails up the others torso on the way.

"WAITWAIT IM SORRY NOHOHOHO!"

"Hmph. I'm still going to stay here for a bit."

"PLEASEHE! IHIM SOHOHORRY!"

"Nope. Still not moving."

"Ten… eleven… twelve… oh. You have all your ribs! Good!"

Kaveh slowed down and showed some remorse for the screaming fox under him. Once Tighnari caught his breath, Kaveh smiled.

"Alright, I think you've had enough."

And Kaveh rolled off him. Tighnari immediately curled into a ball, his tail thumping on and off the floor, and his breathy giggles slowing down.

"You okay?"

"Yeheah. Woah, you're mean."

"I know."

Alhaitham then noticed that Kaveh had stopped, so he figured he would too, deciding against slowing down, he went for a final blow instead.

"Alright Cyno, are you ready?"

"Fohor whahat?"

Alhaitham took a deep breath, and despite what you'd expect:

"PBBFFFTT!"

Cyno all but screeched, then he fell silent as he banged on the grey-haired man's head with his fist. When said man finally let up after blowing raspberry after raspberry, cyno fell limp and breathed heavily while the other 3 just watched him. When he calmed down, Alhaitham got off and sat in his chair at the abandoned table. Cyno just laid there. Tighnari eventually got up and offered a hand to him, which he took, and all four of them continued on. Except this time, there was no arguing. Just laughter, and possibly a little too much wine for Kaveh.

[clouisluvr]

part two to dating sean diaz headcannons maybe??

hi beautiful people❤️ i hope you’re all doing well, im sorry about how long this has taken it’s definitely overdue🫠 im gonna try and keep slowly making my way through requests so bare with me! hope you guys enjoy this <3 also please cutely pretend to not see any potential typos LMAOO

incoming summoning of all sean diaz lovers …

- sean is the type of boyfriend to buy you so many squishmallows but be pretend jealous at how many hugs you give them😭 jokingly says you probably love the squishmallows more than you love him but will still always buy you more when you see them together at costco trips

- a slow kiss enthusiast! sean prefers a more sensual and intimate make out sesh rather than a fast and rushed one, definitely has his hand cupped on your cheek, with the other resting on your thigh as his thumb gently rubs the skin there. will stop for a second to make deep eye contact with you and tell him he loves you before leaning back in😵‍💫 (i Fear i need him expeditiously..)

- if u have/want piercings he’d totally get them with you! cute matching septum/nose piercings methinks

- one of yalls fave things to do would be chatting shit ab bad tv LMAOO. like yall are always tuned into love island, too hot to handle etc. you both pretend it’s Insufferable but really you love hatewatching it (unfortunately daniel cannot watch with yall, esteban tells him its too inappropriate😭)

- MARIO KART MATCHES ALWAAYSS!!! after friday sleepovers yall will spend saturday mornings after breakfast playing! sean gives meeee… luigi or link main vibes? i think hes pretty good at it tbh, lowkey competitive but will happily throw the match the second you pout ab losing (unless ur an s tier mario kart player in which case yall will race against each other all day LMAO) oh and Ofc daniel plays with you guys but i think daniel would be absolutely HORRIBLEE at mario kart, everyone just lets him think hes good LMAOO

- in my last sean post i said that he prefers small displays of affection in public but in private he’s a lot more comfortable with touching you. nonstop cuddles, kisses every part of you he can see. loves for you to straddle or lay on top of him, will rest his hands on your hips or small of your back. likes for you to be kinda laid on top of him as yall laze around for a while, he basically uses you as a weighted blanket. sean loves doing nothing with you - sometimes just being quiet in your presence is perfect for him. unfortunately for sean its rare that he gets to be as affectionate as he wants with you because daniels alwaayss hovering around yall, and if not daniel, its esteban making sure his bedroom doors not closed😭

- esteban definitely works extremely hard and slightly struggles to make ends meet but would still wanna spoil sean and daniel -so any family trip he manages to save up for you are absolutely invited! sean would happily be a slightly cringe couple at disneyland with matching mickey ears, (not the kind of couples that cling to each other in the line for rides though LMAO). and every time daniels too short for a ride, sean will always always tease him and you have to give him a lil whack on the shoulder and then comfort daniel. when esteban (eventually) takes sean and daniel to see puerto lobos, he invites you along. you’re considered a part of the diaz family so esteban wants to share where he comes from with you and his sons :’) lots of long beach days with sean and daniel there!!! sean probably gets a lot of art inspiration from seeing you by the beach, probably having a playful water fight with daniel. he thinks you’re in your element when you’re being totally carefree. your joy is radiant for sean and inspires some of his greatest artworks :’)

- i think sean would need some reassurance from his partner. karen being an absentee mother has most likely given sean some abandonment issues so he’ll tend to feel anxious and insecure from time to time. genuine love and patience from his partner will help sean continue to open up and feel more secure in his relationship with you

- arguments with sean would be … a bit terrifying ill be real! the man is scary when he’s mad, i think he’d try his best to keep his emotions under control but frustrations get the better of us sometimes and he may end up saying something hurtful💔 he instantly feels guilty and apologises profusely but also understands saying ‘im sorry’ isnt always enough to take away the hurt caused. if you give him the silent treatment for a bit, i imagine he’d actually turn to daniel for advice! i think daniel would actually give weirdly helpful advice LMAO. he’d probably tell sean to start the conversation off by giving you something you like, like a choc-o-crisp. it sounds stupid at first but sean would probably attempt to bake you something (and fail horrendously) but seeing the effort he puts in to try and make things right is the perfect first step to resolving the argument :’) sean would definitely value communication in a relationship and wouldn’t want you to hold back about any potential problems!!

- you’d become a bit of a motif in seans artwork! he’d unintentionally draw some of your features or favourite interests in the background of his art, it becomes a sort of signature. you’re his muse!

- couples costumes for halloween are a must. for oct 2022 yall would show up to parties (and trick or treating with daniel) as miles morales and spider gwen!!

- i think the diaz family have a family game night every now and then that you obviously attend! they don’t hold back with you though, they will stack uno cards against you like crazy if you’re about to win😭 and daniel most definitely cheats at monopoly and takes extra money from the bank, to which sean always complains🤭

- during yours and seans early days of dating, he’d probably go out of his way to keep you from meeting his dad and daniel. not because hes ashamed of them.. more so he knows how embarrassing they can get and he doesn’t want you to think he’s weird. he’ll explain this to esteban after inevitably being badgered to bring you over for dinner one night, to which his dad will tell him that if you’re really right for sean and genuinely like him, you’ll accept his family too. besiiidees how ‘embarrassing’ can they really get? well .. i think your first time meeting seans family would be a bit disastrous. sean would insist on cooking dinner, i think he’d attempt lasagna but would leave it in the oven too long. as you arrive, daniel is probably in the midst of attempting another zombie costume project whilst sean and esteban freak out over the burnt lasagna now setting the smoke alarm off. once you arrive and knock on the door the muffled chaos from inside goes SILENT followed by the sound of some rushed movements and whispers. sean lets you in with a slightly panicked smile and despite the smell of smoke wafting into your nose, the ear piercing ringing of the smoke alarm harshly hitting your ears and the sight of his little brother drenched in what you hope is fake blood, you smile back at him and lean in to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek and all of seans worries about you coming over are instantly soothed.

- seans the type of boyfriend to be totally down with a pamper session. he’ll happily let you play aesthetician with him, applying multiple face masks, plucking his brows, waxing his legs, shaving his face, doing his makeup etc. sean seems like the type to have relatively clear and healthy skin but he’s left glowing after yalls little spa sessions!

- lyla ADORES you. you guys are probably incredibly close friends (actually i think lyla most likely introduced you and sean) you and sean are aware of lyla’s fear of her and sean not being friends one day, so you both make an effort to not leave her out of things. you guys definitely go to concerts and new movies together and make a bunch of amazing memories.

- sean has a polaroid of you in the back of his phone case❤️ his lockscreens reserved for his dad and daniel!

- absolutely adores you borrowing his tshirts or hoodies… he loves seeing you in his clothes but more so loves how they always smell like you after you wear them. if you’re bigger than sean he’d love borrowing any cute graphic tees or hoodies you had too.

- i think sean would spend christmas eve with your family and you’d spend christmas day with his! sean would paint you the most beautiful portrait of a candid photo of you, alongside a personalised photo necklace (these are so so cool - you can place a customised photo inside of the necklace, and you see it once you look inside the heart pendant!!) it’s probably of a picture that esteban took of the two of you during your holiday in puerto lobos. its one of the most beautiful meaningful gifts he could have gotten you, and you wear the necklace every day.

- i think when sean falls for someone he doesnt fall fast but once he does fall, he falls VERYY deeply in love. you bring him so much happiness and he loves expressing that through big and small gestures. randomly surprising you with flowers during the week, suddenly being overwhelmed with a wave of songs that remind him of you prompting him to make you a mixtape, writing you love letters, absentmindedly finding himself doodling you on a post it note mid class and handing it to you. sean loves you with all his being and shows it to you every day.

[liyawritesss]

can you do more reader x riri maybe a date night or something on campus

ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ

Character: MCU!Riri Williams x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Fic

Synopsis: School is out for the semester, and all Riri wants is to spend some quality time with her girlfriend back home.

Warnings: Some BLACK PANTHER: WAKANDA FOREVER spoilers if you haven't watched the movie. Some cursing as well but overall just some tear jerking fluff

A/N: I may have went a lil sidetracked with this request. I couldn't really think of any good date night ideas on campus per se, but I do think that during the cold Riri would prefer indoor dates with her loved, and that's kind of how this came about. I hope you enjoy nonetheless! Suggested songs to listen to while reading: Lauv's "I Like Me Better".

Also, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all my followers, mutual, friends, family, and important people in my life, on Tumblr and beyond. Yall have made this an enjoyable year and I can't wait to spend many more with you guys!!

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December 17th. The day that college students all across America had been waiting for since the start of the semester….the end of it.

Riri was all too happy to be boarding the plane back to Chicago. Her and her mother had packed up her dorm room the day prior, so all that was left to go back home was herself. While Boston had its perks, there was nothing there that could even begin to compare to the wonders of the Windy City. And it didn’t have the people she really cared about, either.

Speaking of, the moment she got settled on the plane, an inbound Facetime request caught her attention. The caller ID on the screen read ‘babygirl <3’. A smile instantly spread across her face.

“Hi baby!” Your cheery voice chimes through the cellular device once she answers it. “You’re just gettin’ on the plane?”

“Yeah, takeoff is in like twenty minutes they said,” Riri replies, plopping down in her seat after putting her carryon in her overhead compartment. “I cannot wait to be home. I be tired of Boston the moment I step in this bitch.”

Your giggle warms the engineers heart as she stares at you endearingly, her head leaning on the window which shows the outside of the plane. “What’chu doin’, mamas?”

“Ah, I was just finishing something up for you,” you reply, and by the tone of your voice shifting from cheery to bashful, Riri could tell it was from the nickname she had given you. Her eyebrows furrow together as you add on “It’s a surprise!”

“Oh no, what’chu don’ did now?” Riri questions, her tone playful. She breaks out into a toothy grin as she sees your face feigning hurt.

“Me? Why you always assume I don’ did somethin’ bad?”

“‘Cus whenever I come home, you always in some trouble!”

“It’s not my fault! The world just…hates me!”

“Yeah, okay, (Y/N),”

The overhead intercom beeps alive, and the voice of one of the plane staff begins to ring from the speaker above Riri. “Attention all passengers. This flight will be ready for takeoff in ten minutes. Please follow the necessary precautions regarding electronic devices, personal carry ons, etc. Thank you for flying with us, and we hope you have an enjoyable flight.”

“You heard her, babe. I gotta go,” and although your pout makes Riri want to continue the Facetime call, her resolve is much stronger than any puppydog eyes you could pull on her. “I’ll meet you when I land, okay baby?”

“Okayyy…” You reply, drawing out the last syllable of the word. “I love you. Be safe!”

“I love you, too, mamas. I’ll be home before you know it.”

The moment you saw Riri coming from the escalator, you instantly bolted to her, despite her mother’s protests. Riri virtually dropped everything in her hands and rushed to you as well, both of you colliding in a bone crushing embrace that left you two on the floor of the airport terminal, smothering each other’s faces with kisses of endearment and a many ‘I missed you’s.

“Aight, nah, y’all get up, people’s is startin’ to stare!” Ronnie warned, but it was a moment before her words registered with the both of you. You were just so happy to see each other, after basically four months apart and constant schedule conflicts. But when the reality that what you were doing may have been a teeny bit inappropriate for the airport set in, you helped Riri get her previously discarded belongings, and the three of you were off back to Riri’s home.

Ronnie spoke of some business she needed to take care of, but when Riri asked for specifics, the older woman replied “Grown folks stuff,” with a mischievous smile. And with her gaze shooting to you for a quick second, Riri suspected that whatever you had planned for her arrival, her mother had conspired, so much so that she was leaving the two of you at the house for an unspecified amount of time. Who knew a mother could be their child’s girlfriend’s best wing woman?

“C’mon, baby, just show me what it is,” the engineer whined, becoming impatient, “is it in my room? It’s in my room, ain’t it!”

“Calm down, speed-ball,” you replied, “Just keep your eyes closed and you’ll see soon enough.”

Although Riri wanted to open her eyes now, she obeyed, and kept her eyes closed as you led her through the house and to her room. You twisted the knob of the door and opened it quietly, guiding your girlfriend through the threshold. After centering her in the middle of her room, you took a step back, and told her to open her eyes. What Riri saw absolutely stunned her speechless.

Her room, with lilac walls and a variety of posters littering the walls, that once had junk neatly scattered everywhere, had been completely transformed. In the top ceiling corners, false vines wrapped around the four walls, and with them were lantern colored LED lights that shone a warm white color. Her bedding had been replaced with a more festive covering, the blanket, sheets, and pillowcases having small reindeer pattern on the white background (save for two pillows, which just had new white silk pillowcases on them). In one corner was a snack table set up with both of your favorites, most - if not all - holiday themed. And in the space above her dresser, which would have held a TV, had the projection of Netflix on its walls. Also on the bed were two matching pajama sets, with black tops and red, green and white plaid pants.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Riri breathed in disbelief, “You did all this?”

You nodded proudly. “With some help from Ms. Ronnie, she helped with the projector.”

The engineer is still in a state of shock when you come to her side, placing a peck on her cheek. “We can unpack later, but you, my darling, deserve to relax a little,” You add on, taking her face into your hands. You smile when you see her visibly melt into them. “I know MIT’s been kicking your ass.”

Riri takes the opportunity, and your closeness, to place a short kiss of gratitude on your lips. “Nah you know damn well them white folks ain’t got shit on me, mama.”

Her words make you laugh, because you know it’s true. “Aight, baby, lets get you in the shower.”

After an hour of showering and getting cute for your evening in, including a water fight in the shower, trying not to slip on the wet floor the both of you made, and taking a couple of mirror selfies in your matching pajamas, you and Riri find refuge in her bed, snacking on the various little food options you so graciously provided. Riri has her head on your chest as she munches on a bag of Takis, while the movie Gremlins is projected onto the wall above her dresser; though little attention is being paid to the movie itself, as Riri is disclosing information from the last few weeks that she was away.

It’s moments like these that Riri misses the most about being away at MIT. Sure she gets to make different gadgets and best preppy white boys in chemical equations, but nothing will ever beat coming home to the girl she loves.

“And then come to find out the fish-lookin’ nigga just needed to be baked a lil’ bit to knock his ass down-” It’s the way you burst out laughing, almost spitting out your drink, at her description of the legendary fight she was able to witness as part of the attack force in Wakanda. Riri laughs too as she looks up at you from her position on your chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, cuz it really sounds like she turned him into some grilled tilapia-!”

“-and did! And did!”

Your shared laughter echoed throughout the four lilac walls of Riri’s room, the christmas movie being played from the projector becoming obsolete to the two of you at that moment. When the laughter finally began to cease, you caught Riri staring at you. Not an awkward kind of stare, nor an examining one. Just a gaze of endearment as she placed her head on the plush of your thighs, not breaking eye contact.

“What’chu lookin’ at me like that for?” you question, bashful, at the intensity of her gaze, Riri just shrugs, and turns her head to the ceiling.

“Nothin’, just…thinkin’,” she replied. There's a slight pause, before her eyes return back to you, and she starts to speak once again.

“I like me better when I’m with you,” the engineer confesses. Riri reaches for your free hand, and you happily hand it over to her. Her words intrigue you, as you’re unsure why she randomly spoke them, but nonetheless, your heart warms at them.

As though you spoke your confusion aloud, Riri sits up, her fingers now intertwined with yours, and she continues on; “I mean- like, when I’m in Boston, it’s like I’m on autopilot. I just kinda do shit ‘cuz I have to. But when I’m here- when I’m with you…everything makes sense. I ain’t gotta stress about shit, I’on have to be perfect. I look at you and shit makes sense, y’know? It’s corny as fuck but…I really don’t know where I’d be without you, (Y/N).”

It’s a revelation Riri came to while stationed in Wakanda for her protection against Talokan. Not being able to contact you because of the secrecy of the whole ordeal gave her ample time to think about you and your place in her life. Because truth be told, when Riri was around you, she was a completely different person compared to being in Boston or being at Princess Shuri’s side. With you, life was effortless, love was plentiful, and the idea of being separated from you, the reality of being separated from you with no contact, tore her up inside.

You were truly her peace.

Riri’s words made your eyes tear up a little. The engineer was never good with words - her actions and the ability to show what she was about was something she always prided herself in - but to hear the sincerity and ingenuity spill from her lips was a gift like no other.

You took your interlocked hands, bringing them to your lips and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles, soft and sweet-smelling from the cocoa-butter she applied onto her skin after the shower. She was heaven in your hands, and you would do anything to protect and love Riri with all your heart.

There wasn’t a need to exchange anymore words - the look in which you two shared spoke enough volumes that mother nature herself could hear the comforting silence, and take from it the love you two shared and melt away the frosty December cold and snow. And the two of you rested with your foreheads pressed together, hands holding each other, smiling like idiots in love, as the moonlight from the sky bathed the two of you in a glow fit for goddesses.

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[leonscape]

Stepping Into the Fututre With You

Forever With You story event rewrite for Leon's route.

Leon x MC (Emma) Word Count: 2419

I'm sure yall have already seen my breakdown over Leon's route. So I decided to do a rewrite. But I went a little overboard and towards the end, it was kind of rushed because it was getting too long. I hope everyone enjoys reading this.

Since becoming king, Leon only grew busier each day, working hard to fulfill his duties. Emma also gained new responsibilities as she prepared to stand by Leon’s side as queen one day. Lessons with Sariel never got any easier, but she does maintain good relationships with all the ministers. And as time went on, she grew comfortable in the position that would one day become reality.

Leon’s heart beat faster every time he saw her mingling with the other nobles. Society hasn’t always been so kind, but their hard work and effort was paying off. Smiles and laughter surrounded her everywhere she went. A strong sense of pride welled up in Leon’s chest and he couldn’t help but smile at her too. There was no doubt in his mind that she would make an excellent queen one day. 

Having late nights was a common occurrence. Bearing all the responsibility and putting in the work took a toll on the both of them. The sun had been long gone by the time Leon found Emma in the library. She was slouched over the table, resting her head on the books. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even. Leon admired her for a brief moment. He observed the rhythm of her breath, the way her lips formed a pout as her face was squished against the opened books, and even the way her eyelashes appeared to be more longer and delicate with her eyes closed. He couldn’t be more proud of her, but at the same time he wished to escape from the palace and have her all to himself, at least for a day. 

Leon gently rubbed her back in an attempt to wake her. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Hey, falling asleep while reading is my thing.” 

Emma groggily groaned and shifted in her sleepy state. After a few seconds, it finally registered where she was, what she was doing, and who was talking. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, Leon. Were you waiting for me?”

“I was wondering where you were and I got worried so I came looking for you. I figured you’d be here,” Leon said. 

She brushed her hair down and cleared her throat, “Sorry to keep you waiting. I was organizing the guestlist for the tea party next month, and then I fell down a rabbit hole trying to do research on some history.” 

“That’s all right. Let’s just call it a night and get you to bed.” Leon escorted her from the library to the bedroom. 

Leon lingered around for a bit just in case, but Emma just laughed, “Don’t worry, I won’t secretly sneak off and continue studying or anything like that.”

“Good,” Leon responded. “You’re doing really well, and I appreciate your hard work.”

“Thank you, Leon.” She proudly smiled at him. He kissed her forehead and bid her good night. When he shut the door to her room, he softly sighed to himself and pulled out a ring from his pocket. He clutched it in his fist and closed his eyes, making a silent wish. Please let everything go well.

There was no doubt in his mind. But it still didn’t stop him from being nervous to pop the question. He went to his most trusted brothers and asked them for a huge favor. 

“What are we celebrating?” Yves asked. The domestic faction was huddled around Leon’s desk. Leon pulled out the small box the engagement ring sat in and his brothers gasped. 

“Really?!” Yves screeched. Licht’s jaw dropped with his eyes wide. 

“It’s about time,” Jin chuckled, giving a brotherly slap on Leon's back. 

“I want to have a little celebration, that’s all. Just like when we welcomed her to the palace,” Leon explained. 

“You’re so confident she’ll say yes?” Jin teased. 

“Of course she will,” Yves replied. 

“Even if she doesn’t say yes, I still want to make sure she can smile and have a good time. 

“You can count on us,” Licht said. Yves began planning and Licht was helping him too. 

Jin approached Leon. “So, everything’s about to change, huh?” 

“I know you’re worried, but I’ll protect her.” 

He nodded and sighed, “I know you will. But I’ll still worry.” 

“Thanks,” Leon replied and the two brothers shared a look of understanding. Jin walked off with a thoughtful smile on his face.

“All right, Yves, you can take care of the food, just leave the booze to me,” Jin said. 

“Fine. Just don’t go overboard,” Yves responded. 

While his brothers set everything up, Leon took Emma on a date. They made a speedy escape from the palace with no problems. The town was lively as the people went about their business. The sun was bright and the wind blew a faint scent of roses. 

“Let’s stop by the bookstore,” Leon suggested and Emma agreed without complaint. He always loved seeing the excited look in her eyes when she browsed the shelves. It didn’t matter how he felt about books because he knew how he felt about Emma.

“Could you recommend some books?” Leon asked. 

“Oh sure! This one is good, it’s a vampire romance novel, but it’s a sad story. This one is a good book too! This one is about a woman who goes to an alternate world where people use magic.” Emma pulled some books off of the shelf. “And this one is a story about a woman who travels to the past and falls in love.”

“I’ll be sure to read these then.” Leon accepted the books. He looked down to see the books in her hand with foreign titles. Maybe one day I’ll read those too, Leon thought to himself.

It wasn’t long before they both got a bit hungry. The scent of a nearby cafe effortlessly lured them in and they couldn’t resist. They sampled the cafe’s new desserts and gave their compliments to the owner. Emma smiled ear to ear, enjoying every bit of pastry perfection while Leon grinned, enjoying every bit of Emma’s happiness.

“How’s everything here?” the cafe owner’s wife, Mrs. Martin, asked.

“It’s amazing! I really can’t pick a favorite, they're all so good,” Emma answered.

Mrs. Martin smiled and thanked her for the kind compliments. Once again, Emma’s effortless charm was bright and warm and it captivated Leon’s attention. He never heard a word as the conversation carried on. 

When they finished their sweet treats, the couple wandered the streets of the peaceful town. It’s been a while since Emma has been back in town, but it has remained the town she knew and loved. Everyone greeted her with friendly smiles; the man that runs the vegetable stand, the couple that sells blankets and other cloth items, the woman that sells handmade accessories and so on. 

When they were finally alone again, Leon turned to Emma and asked, “Do you miss your old life here?” 

She hesitated for a second before answering, “If I’m being honest, yes.” 

“Does that mean you want to go back?” Leon questioned. 

This time, Emma didn’t hesitate. She immediately shook her head. “I don’t regret anything. It just feels nostalgic and it makes me miss that time. But I love my life with you, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything else.” 

Leon held Emma’s hand while stuffing his other hand in his pocket and feeling for the ring. When his fingers made contact, his heart jumped in his chest. They continued walking and taking in the atmosphere of the town when they came across an old woman selling flowers. “The roses are so pretty,” Emma commented.

“Hey, could we get a bouquet with nine red roses?” Leon asked. The elderly woman only nodded and smiled at them. She quickly arranged a bouquet of nine red roses and gave it to Leon. When he handed her the money, she shook her head and turned him down. She still hadn’t said a word, she just continued to smile joyfully at the young couple. “Thank you.” He bowed his head to show his gratitude. 

 “I love it,” Emma sighed happily, sniffing the roses Leon gifted her. “Not only this town, but all of Rhodolite is lovely.” 

“I agree,” Leon replied. He thought of Emma as a queen doting on her kingdom. Her adoring gaze swept across the landscape of the town and a tender smile graced her face. 

“I guess we’ll have to thank you for that too,” Emma said.

“The people make Rhodolite great. It’s thanks to them,” Leon said.

“Still, you’re a great king.”

“Thank you,” Leon responded. And you’re going to make a great queen. Butterflies erupted in his stomach just from thinking about it. Once again, he became very aware of the ring hiding in his pocket. He went stiff as the nervousness in his chest lurched. “Hey, why don’t we make our way back to the palace? I’ve got something to show you.” 

The look of confusion could be mistaken for suspicion and Leon couldn’t be more nervous. Nevertheless, the couple slipped back onto palace grounds like they were never gone. Yves was hidden behind a pillar and when Leon spotted him, he gave Leon a thumbs up. Leon nodded in response and he led her to the balcony, away from prying eyes. “Leon? What did you want to show me?” Emma questioned. 

With the setting sun as their only witness, he clasped both of her hands in his and made eye contact with her. He took a deep breath as he mentally prepared to let his emotions flow. “I remember when I first met you. You were so brave for defending that boy. And when you became Belle, your bravery and strength shone even more.”

“Huh?” 

“Seeing how hard you work and how you continue to put all your effort in everything you do, it makes me want to step up my game. I really admire that about you,” Leon said. 

“There’s still a lot I have to learn,” Emma humbly said.

“I hope that we can continue to learn and grow together,” Leon said. There’s no time like the present and so Leon got down on one knee. He pulled out the ring from his pocket and presented it to Emma. Her eyes widened, tearing up with joy as she gasped, dropping the bouquet of roses from the shock. Both of them were both shaking from the adrenaline pumped through their bodies. 

“Yes! Of course, yes!” Emma blurted in excitement. 

“I didn’t even get to ask,” Leon chuckled. Emma bashfully covered her mouth, embarrassed. Leon cleared his throat and Emma giggled. “Will you marry me?” he asked. 

Emma accepted with a fierce nod and tears pooling in her eyes. He slipped the ring on her finger and he stood up to meet her lips. She wrapped her arms around him and they melted into a kiss. When they parted, they embraced each other with a hug. Leon whispered in her ear, “I promise to protect you, and to stay by your side, no matter what happens.” 

“I promise to protect you too, and to stay by your side too. I’ll do my best to be someone you can be proud of,” Emma declared. 

“You’re already someone that I’m proud of,” Leon said. He brushed his thumb across her cheek with love overflowing in his golden gaze. He picked up the bouquet of roses before asking, “Do you know the meaning of nine roses?” 

“I’m not too sure.”

“It means eternal love. And you give nine roses to someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with,” Leon told her. 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you too,” she said. 

“Come, let’s celebrate.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. 

Leon led her to the office and they surprised Emma with a cheerful greeting. Jin immediately noticed the ringer on her left hand and he smiled. “Well boys, looks like it’s time to pop the champagne.”

“Don’t leave empty bottles on the ground. I finally cleaned this office up so we can actually see the floor, don’t dirty it up again!” Yves warned. 

“Relax, it’s a celebration. Drink up everybody!” Jin cheered. 

“Licht, don’t drink anything Jin gives you, okay?” Yves protected his beloved younger brother. Licht peacefully ate his cake and nodded. The party bled late into the night as they ate, drank, and laughed to celebrate their engagement.

Finally, the day came where they would make their engagement official. Jin made sure his younger brother’s tie was straight and his suit was on right. 

“Thanks Jin,” Leon said. 

“What for?” Jin raised a brow. 

“For your support.” 

“That’s just what an older brother does.” Jin shrugged it off. “You ready?”

“Almost, I just need to do one tiny thing. I’ll meet you there,” Leon said. Jin left the room and once Leon was alone, he grabbed the box he had hidden. He made it to Emma’s room where she was getting ready as well. He knocked and the maid helping her answered. “Could we have a moment alone?” Leon asked. The maid bowed and left them.

“How do I look?” Emma asked. 

“Beautiful,” he replied. “But you’re missing one thing.”

He held the box out to her and a slow smile spread on her lips. “Shoes?” 

“Yeah, you can wear them for both the engagement and wedding ceremonies,” Leon said. He took the shoes out of the box and helped her into them. “It’s a perfect fit.”

“Thank you, Leon. I love them.” 

“Shall we?” 

The couple made their way to the altar for their official engagement ceremony. Sariel and the rest of the domestic faction gathered to witness the event too. They exchanged rings as they declared their love in an official capacity for the first time.

“I don’t know where I’d be without you, I’m so glad to have you by my side,” he started. Emma’s wide eyes stared back into his. “I promise to protect you, and to love you for as long as I live.”

“I’ll stay by your side and love you for as long as I live. I’ll always accept you, every part, and every side of you with all my heart and soul,” Emma promised. They signed the document as per Sariel’s instructions. Sealing it with a kiss, they all cheered and congratulated the couple. Leon squeezed her hand and she squeezed back before they both stepped in the direction of their new lives together.

[dreamersparacosm]

omg smut 8 woth austin x singer reader i beg of u

i’ve never wanted to fuck you more than i do now - austin butler

note ; yall are living for singer!reader x austin and honestly so am i, like i truly do fantasize in my room late at night about winning a grammy, so i hope this pleases ur wishes anon <3

warnings ; suggestive language

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he pushed through the horde of people, his eyes focused on the path he usually followed to your dressing room. his lip was tucked under his teeth, blood rushing to his growing erection as the thought of you on stage only intensified his need to see you. you weren’t even thinking that anything you had done on stage would send him into a frenzy, but the skimpy lingerie set your fashion designer adorned you in might have done it for him.

he pushed the door that claimed your presence open, letting an exhale of relief fall from his lips when he saw you standing there, fixing your makeup in your well-lit mirror. you don’t even see him, or hear him, come up behind you until he’s pressing his rock-hard member into your ass, burying it for even a sliver of relief. “austin!” you squealed, his firm grasp on your hips not even allowing you to turn around to embrace him. he noticed you were still in the lingerie set, and he thought he might either pass out or kiss your fashion designer on the lips.

“fuck, baby,” he’s already like putty in your hands, moaning at the contact of your plump ass against him. he needed some kind of friction, anything really. “god, you were incredible up there.”

you debated on if you were going to pretend you didn’t feel his erection against you, but you let the seduction get to you. you moved your ass up a little, wiggling to look at yourself better in the mirror. austin couldn’t help but let out a moan, fingertips engraving themselves into your hips. “thank you, sweetie,” you said as you went back to fixing your lip liner — you knew it wouldn’t be on for much longer, but the effort was there — while also moving your glutes yet again.

he gasped at the contact, his hands roaming to feel other parts of you; preferably the front of your body. again, you were still trying to act as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, so you proceeded to speak, “you know, i don’t really know if i liked the way i ended the last song, like i feel my octave could’ve been a bit lower.”

“oh, yeah?” it’s clear he’s not listening to a word you’re saying.

“hm, yeah. i was a bit distracted,” you offered, capping your lip liner and pressing your fingertip against your lips to adjust the shade.

“you were?” he said breathily, hand reaching out to feel up your shoulders as he looked at the two of you in the mirror.

you looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror, smiling lightly, “well, my very, very hot boyfriend was sitting in the front row.”

“god, i hope to meet him one day. sounds like he’s a good fella,” he leaned in to move your hair to the side, pressing wet kisses to your neck. “sounds like he deserves a quickie.”

you’re not even taken aback by his outward display of sexual desire, but you played along. “hm, does he?”

“please,” it’s more of a whimper than anything else. he’s practically begging you to do anything, even if it’s a blowjob or to let him eat you out.

you turned around to face him, and he gasped at the loss of contact of his length buried between your ass. you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. you’re finding it hard not to laugh at how much your stage presence affected him, but you decided to save the teasing for later. “need me that bad, baby?”

“oh my god, yes,” he rubbed circles with the pad of his thumb into your hip bones. the next sentence left his mouth just below a whisper, loud enough for just you two to hear. “i’ve never wanted to fuck you more than i do now.”

“so, take me then.” you did not have to tell him twice.

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thanks for joining my celly!

[lunar-knight84]

RED DRESS

Adult Kyle broflovski x reader summary : it's been years since you last seen kyle and going to your high school reunion may make it a bit awkward then normal

Warning/stuff inside: Fluff, OOC, small angst, a bit of touching without consent (yall he just takes you to dance without asking!and does some other romantic touches without asking ), suggestive flirting, not spell checked or proof read.

Kind of inspired by the song red dress by magic

Disclaimer: this is my first fanfic so please be kind I didn’t have any one to look at it or anything and I think the ending is kind of rush so if you have any tips feel free to share! Also I’m sorry if this is really bad I tired. I hope you enjoy

It's been years and finally it's the night you have been dreading ever since you left your high school to begin with. It's your 10 year highschool reunion and it's going to absolutely suck. You have been dreading the night since your friend victor chaos mentioned it a few nights ago. He was super excited to see his old friend Kenny again but you on the other hand were not so keen on seeing old friends especially the one and only kyle broflovski. He turned your life upside down when you actually started talking to him in junior year of high school. He not only stole your food but he most importantly stole your heart ... .which is why it hurt so terribly when broke up with you on the last day of senior year. You honestly didn't see it coming just like how you cant seem to find anything wearable to this event. ¨cmonnn Y/N we are gonna be so lateeee¨ say your friend Red who you called to come help you with what to wear ¨red give me a moment i think i found what to wear!!!¨ you say excitedly as you come out of your bathroom wearing a beautiful red dress which shows off your body just in the right way to make you look stunning. Red gasp and giggles excitedly as she pulls you in for a hug ¨you look beautiful!¨ you chuckle ̈thanks Red you look absolutely stunning as well! Are you ready to go?¨ you say kind of excited at the thought maybe actually having some fun with red at this event ¨yup!¨ she links arms with you as you both head out to the event. Once you arrive your high school still looks the same as you and red reminisce about all the memories you had here together as you walk into the gym. The gym is packed and you could see a few faces that you recognize as you start to believe that Kyle might not be here. Red waves at you and points to her cousin Craig letting you know she's gonna talk with him for a bit as you find yourself walking around the gym exploring it. Soon you bump into your old friend Victor chaos ¨hey vic!¨ you say as you hug him ¨hey Y/N It's awesome that you came! You look fantastic!!¨ he says in a cheery voice and his eyes soon spot someone else ¨oh look there kenny!¨ he says again in a cheery tone as he points to where kenny is and your about to go p to kenny but that when you see the familiar color of apple red hair that stops you in your tracks ¨what wrong Y/N-Oh i see¨ victor says as he notices kyle ¨well the Y/N you know where to find me if you want some NFTs or if you need something else! Victor says as he walks over to Kenny leaving you in somewhat of a conflicted state. You decide to get some punch to figure a way out of this event without seeming rude as you hear a voice call out ¨HEY YOU IN THE RED DRESS¨ which immediately catches your attention and causes you to spin around and be met with emerald eyes looking at you. You immediately feel heat rise to your cheek as you begin to remember all the memories you had with those precious green eyes as you mumble out ¨hello Kyle¨. Kyle smiles at you ¨hello Y/N…you look beautiful tonight…¨ he says with a charming tone as he continues to scan your body in that beautiful red dress. ¨thank you kyle..so um how have you been…¨ you say nervously as you hope a bit of small talk will get him to leave your side .¨ive been well N/N…what about you?¨ he says as he sips his drink still staring at you. Hearing the nickname he gave you tumble out of his lips makes more heat spill out onto your cheek as you smile nervously ¨i've been good kyle what about yourself?¨ you say as you hope this awkward conversion will end soon ¨i've been good as well N/N…had my mind on someone lately…¨ he said with a charming smile as he winked at you. You look at him with conflicted eyes as you not sure how to feel about his words as you bite your lip in thought but you suddenly feel him get closer to you ¨N/N what are you thinking about~¨ he whispers with a soft smile as if his words were innocent but you could tell by the mischievous glimpse in his eye that it could possibly be anything but innocent. You brush him off as you lean away from him ¨nothing of importance to you kyle… ¨

you say with a small smile unsure of how to proceed from here. Kyle chuckles as you take your hand and pulls you by your back closer to him to dance. This obviously catches you off guard as you're about to push him away as he softly says ¨i'm sorry Y/N…i'm sorry for hurting you…i didn't..¨ he says in a sorrowful tone as it seems he can't get the rest of his words out as he hangs his head a bit low . You're swaying with him now as you realize the whole break up must have been on Kyle's mind if he's apologizing for it now. You sigh as you're not sure whether to forgive this man in front of you or to leave his embrace and try to move onto the night. You stare up at him as you hug him gently ¨it's okay kyle..¨ you say gently unsure of how to comfort him. He immediately cups your cheeks making you look at his emerald eyes as he speaks ¨Y/N its not okay… I heard how badly you were taking the break up and I truly didn't know how it would affect you…I thought that it would be better to break up before we headed to college to prevent more feelings getting hurt…im sorry..forgive me please…¨ his emerald eyes look into your silently pleading for you to forgive him. You think for a moment as you tightly hug him and say ¨it's in the past kyle…i forgive you okay..¨ you cup his cheek as you smile softly as you both hug each other and sway a bit more enjoying this event together . It takes some time until you hear Kyle's voice in your ear as he says ¨you know.. N/N i think i gotta find a way to take this off..¨ He moves his hand lower down your back and grips gently at the fabric of your dress. This causes heat to spread to your cheek as you chuckle a bit but before you could respond he then say ¨i've got a lot of love for you N/N that i should've given you back then..and believe me it's only grown stronger seeing you in this beautiful red dress… …mind if i make it up to you and maybe take you out to dinner?...¨ He makes eye contact with you as he asks this and smiles a bit sheepishly hoping you'll say yes. You smile brightly at his offer and say ¨of course kyle…i would love to go to dinner with you..¨ You hug him again as you feel a warmness fill your heart. While kyle broflovski may sometimes turn your world upside down…it was always worth it…<3

[itspdameronthings]

Never Letting You Go Ch9

Summary: Here it is! Another chapter. Lots of stuff happening. Drama, tears ,and new characters!! Cant tell who they are! Hope yall enjoy! since its late my brain is fried to type a proper summary!

Look in William's blue eyes tells everyone in the room he is serious. Santi nods as he goes to pack. That doesnt go well with you. How can he just leave you like that! Need both of them here! Wailed," I need you here! Not going off to be a hero! Will can go alone! Seems like there is some kind of danger. You leave! Can you for once stay put!" Kneeling down in front of your now sitting form. Took your hands into his large ones," I have to baby. Not like before. Want to keep you safe. Have to do this. Not gonna be like before. Have.." Not wanting to hear any of this. Pushed him down rushed into the bathroom. Locked the door. Benny rushed over. Knocking on the door," Baby girl, it's me. Not gonna be alone. I'm here. Never gonna leave ya. Have alot of people in your corner. Remember? Part of a large family now. Come out so I can hold ya in my arms. Pope too. Even ya are pissed at him. If ya like? I can try to reason with him." Listening to what he said was true. You're not alone. At this time you need your husbands. Want to be selfish. Can't Santi see where you are coming from? Want some distraction for your mental trauma.

Gemma arrives to her former home. Looking around. Things look different. House looks modern. From paint to the fixtures. Even the courtyard. Black gates that lead upstairs to your room. Close her eyes and remember the good times. Where you used to play outside. Diane SWlooks out of her kitchen window. Being unterly pissed off. She goes outside yelling," Better get off of my property if you know what's good for your sorry ass. Oh forgot. Ya don't. " Gemma had enough of this. Goes over to Diane ready to fight," Gonna fight me wimp? Ya never can throw a punch to save your life. Such a nice oh so proper girl. Raised to not to fight." Diane had enough. Not much a word from Gemma. Diane slugs her in the face. Knocked her down," Ya were saying? I do know how to hit. Thank my sons for that. Consider that a warning. Now go!" Got up to rub her jaw as she stands up again," oh you want to go down that road? Bring it on!" Shouts coming from outside caused Jack to rush outside . Pulling his wife out of the way. Grunting," Enough! Ya better leave if ya know what is good for ya! This is a private property. Means the house ya called home is mine. Now leave!" Gemma leaves not before yelling" I'll find her! Mark my words! I fucking will!"

An unknown car parked not far from the property. Saw everything that transpired. Took a few pics of Gemm's truck. On the phone. The person replies," Fugitive has been spotted. Call back when I have more to report "

Meanwhile You haven't come out of the bathroom. Others were at wits end on what to do. Shouts from both Will and Santi exorcited, causing Benny to let out a mighty yell, " All of this yellin isn't helping matters! We have a fragile soul in that room that's scared shitless.Which is now our mission to get her out of there. I'm the one to do it." Santi rolls his eyes as he plops into his old, smelly chair. Not wanting to hear that Benny knows you longer than he does. Has more experience in his young age. Will stands next to his friend. Patting the chair," Don't let it get to you man. Sure you have a bond with Sunshine. Something rather special. I remember the story ya told me. This situation is so delicate. Let Benny do his thing.

Benny did his best to finally let him inside the bathroom. Site of your fragile form made him breakdown ,and cry. Hair all wet and mangled from the tears. Practically shaking from all of the crying. All there was to do was lay your head on Benny's lap. All he could do is send some much needed comfort. Rubs your back," Shhhh… baby girl. I'm here. Let me take care of ya okay?" Sniffling at his reply caused you to cry again," All I need is you to hold me baby boy. Can't… go .. out there.. you know… Santi would leave me…."

Benny knows that too.That is how Santi is. Wants to save the day. Protect his family. Hope his brother can talk him out of it. Sounds of your wimper caught his attention again. Looking down to see his fragile baby girl asleep . What he did was to get up,but not to cause you to wake up. Kissed your still damp forehead,” I got ya darlin. No need to worry. Just rest “

" So what's the plan Ironhead? Go over there. Follow her till she screws the hell up?" Santi at this point getting back to his old habit. Not thinking things through. All he wants is to protect his precious Sunshine from a woman he has never met. Does he want to? Will sits on the edge of the messy bed. Rubbing his bearded chin," No, just the opposite. Recon first. Then.. visit the police. Not wanting a fucking repeat of Columbia man! My baby sister is crying on the fucking floor crying all because her husband wants to leave her! I know you want to go ,and play the hero. Not this time okay? Matter of fact. I know a certain sheriff that might help."

Sounds of the door opening caused both men to look at Benny holding you close to him. Santi was ready to rush over to them,but was met by Benny shaking his head,” Not a good idea okay? She needs to rest. Thinkin she might not be ready to see ya .” Santi didn't listen to him. Goes over to rub his finger against your cheek. Taking a deep breath,” Breaks my heart to see her like this… wish … she understands why I have to do this.” Benny lays you down. Covering your body with the blanket that contains both of their soothing scents for comfort. Closed the door . While they can talk downstairs.

Hanna arrived at the Millers . Thought about how long it had been since she was here . Too long. Last time it was for a get together with her parents. Before her mother left. Oh how she missed her. So does her dad. Which doesn't say much. Right now is to chat with the Millers about the run in with Gemma. Jack sees her right before knocking on the door,” Come on in honey. Sit down while I go ,and fetch Diane.” She looked around to see some recent pictures of her friends, Will ,and Benny. Both of them look so happy. Good for them. Sounds of footsteps caused her to shake her head. Diane hugs her,” So happy to see ya hun. I take you have some info to share. “ Clearing her throat as she sits down,” Yes I do. My father wanted to come over,but a situation came up. Seems like this woman in question is wanted for killing a FBI agent in California. Also involved with a bad group of bikers. They deal with illegal gun activities. I'm here to offer y'all some protection. “ The couple wasn't a bit surprised. Gemma was always a bit wild. Even before her husband left. She cheated on him. Just like he cheated on her.

“ So let me get this straight. Will your goin home to do recon alone! Are you nuts?! What would happen if there was a situation ya cant get out of!” Will rolled his eyes. Benny wasn't really listening to the plan . Took a breath,” I'm not going alone. As much as I want Pope to come . Gonna ask Fish to tag along. I know Pope. You want to go. Have to stay. “ Santi nods,” I agree now I see where you are coming from. Still we need another person to help “

Will was about to answer his question when his phone rings. Accepted the call to see who it was. His cousin , Jake Mills.

[monstrousproductions]

I don’t know if yall know about this one podcast, but it give me the same soft monster vibes that yours. It’s very underrated unfortunately, so I’m recommending it! It’s about a depressed demon called Simon who tells bedtime stories.

It’s called Bedtime stories from hell.

My favorites parts from my favorite ep:

“Let me tell the shortest Simon story: Once there was a monster! And he was terrible and scary! But then people loved him anyway! Ahaha the end!

Simon, you always tell gender-non-conforming horror stories about monsters that want to hold hands!

And… and I say…’I like sweet horror stories.’ Which is true. 

And she said, ‘Yes! Of course! And that’s why you make up stories about abominations who secretly and desperately want to be treated with love and human decency. Ghosts who befriend little girls? Giant murderous owls [sugar sweet] who just want some friend-d-ds? 

You’re internalizing your pain in hopes that you’ll fit perfectly into a flawed society that openly hates you. Your idea of perfection is violent. It’s more violent than I am, and more flawed than Lucifer herself. You’re trying to live up to a standard created to specifically exclude you. Like for god’s sake, eat a piece of pie and kiss a man.”

“Sometimes mice get scared because of big, monstrous creatures like cats, or chihuahuas, or rats. And sometimes, mice get scared that other mice will stop loving them. “

“Sometimes you have to lie, or internalize things, just to stay safe. And that’s okay. That’s fine. But you’re here now, Simon. You’re in hell, and it’s very safe here. And people care about you. And there’s no rush, obviously, but...well, it’s okay to be an abomination in hell. It’s normal to have big horns. And 17 eyes. And it’s okay to turn lavender, here. 

And...and - Once upon a time there was a monster - and he was terrible and scary. But people loved him anyway. 

The end.”

Oh heck yes this sounds like my kind of thing, what a cool idea! Also a great shout for any MA fans who might be interested 🤩

[brattybottomdyke]

I hope you both know that y’all have been in my thoughts tonight. I also hope that you both are being very good girls when it comes to staying hydrated~!

You know I’m a flatterer, and just a terrible flirt to boot. Madame Red? My gods that’s hot, don’t stop using that. The title is breathing life into my Mommy Dommy side and I think that’s a side you both would enjoy~💖

I think we’d make a fantastic trio as well, although you and I might have to step out from behind the curtain, Miss Mouse(?), ya know to get that ball rollin. If polyamory is even a thing either of you would be interested in. Not that I’m trying to rush into a relationship with yall, no matter how lovely you both are.

Super love The Magicians, am totally trying to cultivate an Elliot and Margo kinda vibe. Also a closet supernatural fan, although I haven’t seen it in quite some time. I think I left off season 5? I started losing interest after they drifted from the Monster of the Week formula. Im a good old fashioned monster fucker and love me some creatures.

Also just to give y’all a little info, I’m located in Minnesota roundabouts the Twin Cities, so unfortunately I can’t just take a Sunday stroll and visit you two lovelies. But we’ll see how to make that party come true😘

I hope that my messages find you both well, and that I can encourage you both to have just a little more water.

Tell me, Miss Mouse, do you have a preference for how you’re referenced? Any favorite pet names we can use to send a shiver up your spine?

I hope that tomorrow is kind to you both, and whatever shoulds you two may have scheduled go swimmingly, and end without delay.

im hydrated!!

mommy dommy totally tracks. im not sure why, but im also completely un-surprised 😋

we make an excellent trio 😇truthfully im not 100% sure where im at with polyamory, but we’re still having fun right? 🫣

the magiciansssss…i think elliot might be my fave, tho im probably most like alice 🙈 oh babe, you have so much to go through 😅 but it is kinda dicey post season 5, that’s honestly completely valid

hm, y’all are closer to each other than i am to either of you 👀 we’ll try hehe 😋

im doing well! and i hit my work water quota 😇

valuable question 😋

im off tomorrow, so it should be good. gonna try and take the content i said i was gonna last week

[starkermeup]

The game of multitasking

inspired by this prompt

AO3

taglist: @nerdylocksandthethreebears @muse-of-gods @tonystarkisntaslut @starker-oasis

Tony loved distracting Peter. It was one of his many joys in life. Whether it was kissing the young man's neck when he was trying to study or giving the boy a blowjob while he's on the phone with his aunt, Tony loved it, loved seeing the boy's eyes turn dark with desire and cheeks red with embarrassment. Loved seeing what kind of sounds he can pull from Peter. Especially in situations that absolutely did not call for it.

Peter didn't mind it, not really. He liked when the older man was handsy and acted like he couldn't keep his hands off him, made Peter feel wanted and pathetically horny. But sometimes, like right now, he'd really wish the man would take a hint.

"Not now," Peter says, moving away from Tony's advances. "I have a co-op mission to play and I can't have you distracting me."

"Come on, baby, you know I get hard when you push those little controls," Tony teased but he didn't edge off, instead he pulled the boy further into his lap, making Peter pout.

"Tonyyy, I'm serious. This is an important mission for our party and I have to be focused. Ned and everyone else are counting on me to do my part." Peter explained and slid his headset over his ears.

Tony gazed at the imagery on the flat screen, barely able to gauge what he was looking at. He never understood the appeal of video games, but then again he was Iron Man who dealt with real life horrors on a daily basis so he didn't have a need to see them virtually. Peter obviously didn't share the same sentiment, despite being Spider-Man, loving video games and had gushed like a kid on Christmas when Tony bought him a PlayStation 5. The boy was so happy, kissing Tony all over his face before immediately hooking it up and calling his friends to tell them the news. Even if Tony didn't care for it, he would do anything to keep his young boyfriend smiling.

"I just want you close, okay? My hands are staying put." Tony says, emphasizing his fingertips on Peter's waist which made the boy jump.

"Please, just keep your hands in place and don't say anything weird. I'm putting Ned on the mic so you have to behave." Peter warned but Tony could see the blush on his cheeks and couldn't help turning the boy's head to kiss him. Peter gasped and Tony slipped inside, licking his tongue and mouth open. It only lasts for a moment before Peter is pulling back, his eyes dark and face red. Tony licks his lips, staring at him, and gets an glorious idea.

"I won't do anything baby, go ahead and play your game." Tony says with a smile and Peter stares at him unsure, like he's trying to read his older lover's mischievous expression. But just as he was about to respond, he heard a voice in his headset.

"Peter you there?" Ned's voice comes through and Peter's attention is back on the screen.

"Yeah, I'm here. What's the game plan?" Peter was immediately in game mode after that. Tony could tell in the way he leaned forward in his lap, unintentionally backing his round ass right on Tony's crotch. He already felt himself getting hard from the warmth in his lap, but he shook it off, for now.

Within the next few minutes, Peter becomes completely captivated by his game, only speaking into his headset and pressing buttons on the controls. Tony, on the other hand wasn't quite as captivated by Peter playing, though he did always find it interesting watching Peter play games with nearly the same determination he'd seen with Spider-Man. It was quite pleasing, but not as pleasing Peter in his lap.

The boy had a habit of rocking his hips into Tony every time he got excited playing and it seemed to happen alot and Tony got harder with every rock. He had taken to rubbing Peter's hips tenderly, slowly lowering his hand into the boy's boxers. Peter didn't seem to notice, still engulfed in the screen so Tony takes it a step further. He presses a kiss to Peter's neck while sliding his lingering hand into down further and grips one of the boy's ass cheeks.

Peter lets out a sharp gasp, hands momentarily still on the controller. He stares back at Tony with narrow eyes that were meant to be a warning but it only egged Tony on.

"Play your game," Tony says with fake innocence and a knowing smirk. Peter looks back at the screen, face reddening.

Tony massages Peter's cheek for a whole minute before getting impatient. He slipped between the boy's crack, stopping when he finds his hole and marvels how it's still wet from the load Tony busted in him earlier that morning. He easily slips a finger in and the teen jolts.

Peter slams a hand over his own mouth to cover up his shameless moan. Tony doesn't stop his movements, even slipping another finger inside Peter's needy hole.

Peter stares again at the older man and he looks wrecked. He moves the headset away from his ear. "P-please, f-fuck, don't stop- I mean stop, I-I have to do this and oh god-" his speech is cut off when Tony's finger graze against his prostate and he bites his lip hard to stay quiet.

"I'm not doing anything honey, focus on your game, your team needs you right?" Tony says, not easing up on his fingering for a second.

"Peter, where are you? We need you in the next room." Ned's voice comes through in Peter's still covered ear.

Peter stares at Tony scandalized by the man's ministrations but diligently responds to his friend.

"Y-yeah, I'm coming right now. My controller glitched for a moment." Peter's attention once again returns back to the screen but his hips follow Tony's fingers in a shy motion.

Tony smirked, twitching at the effect he was having on Peter. His boy was so cute when he was horny and was downright adorable when he tried so hard to not get distracted. It was even more fun to make him break.

The man pulls his fingers out abruptly, Peter gasps, but his eyes stay glued to the screen, probably thinking Tony is done having his fun and he can finally play his game in peace.

However, the thought quickly goes up in flames as Tony leans Peter over the coffee table, spreading his cheeks so he can see his pink little hole in all its glory, still so wet, Tony's cock twitches. He can't hold back anymore. He lines up with the needy pucker and presses fully in on one go.

"Fuck baby, still so tight for me," Tony groans, Peter's insides clinging to him like vice. Like they didn't want to let him go and it gave him the idea of letting Peter cockwarm him but that was for another time. Right now, he wanted the boy and thrusted a little as he bottoms out.

He peeks over Peter's shoulder and realizes that the boy is no longer playing, rather holding the controller in one hand and uses the sleeve of his button up to muffle his moans. Tony's tsks at the display and promptly pulls Peter by his lithe hips until he was sat full on Tony's lap and cock.

"Mr. Stark," the boy pleads with big brown eyes and Tony takes note of the pretty unshed tears under them.

"Peter, if you keep stopping you're gonna disappoint your friends. Don't be rude," he says, fucking the boy with one thrust that lands right to his weak spot. "Finish your game, understand?" Peter nods helplessly, quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Peter's a wreck for the rest of the game, biting his lip with every thrust and only speaking one word answers via headset. Tony kept up his pace, fucking the boy steadily and pressing soft kisses on his neck. He was so close he could even hear Peter's friend on the mic, trying to maintain Peter's attention. It gave Tony another idea.

"...There are more monsters coming from the left...."

Tony moves the head piece from Peter's right ear, licking it. Peter gasps, not expecting it, but ignores him regardless.

That is until Tony starts spilling his own words into the boy's ear, counterparting his friend's.

"Okay, so we just have to kill the boss and his minions. Don't forget to loot them too and..."

"You take my cock so good honey, your needy hole isn't happy if there isn't a cock in it hm?"

"We should get him at long range so let's climb the stairs. I lost too much health in the basement. Peter, can you give me a health boost?"

"It's like you were made to my little fuckdoll, mine to fuck whatever I want and you'll always let me, isn't that right baby?"

"Yes," Peter simultaneously says to both questions. Pressing controls and bouncing his ass down to meet Tony's thrust. He whimpers outwardly as Tony pounds him but doesn't stop playing. Tony is impressed with his growing ability to multitask while being fucked but he wants all of his boy's attention.

He wraps a hand around Peter's neglected hard cock, and Peter yelps loudly, taken back but Tony doesn't stop, squeezing the boy's cocktip, pre cum dripping between both their spread legs.

"Yeah I know, this boss is not only hard, he's really hideous too. Don't worry we'll get him though. His health bar is lowering." Ned chirps, mistaking Peter's yelp for one of fear.

Peter's hole squeezes Tony's cock hard rather than responding to his friend, much to Tony's delight.

"You thought you were caught didn't you? Thought your friend heard you cry out like a needy whore and found out that instead of focusing on your little co-op, you're focused on getting fucked like a hungry cockslut? Your teammates would be ashamed of Peter." Tony taunts in his lover's ear. He couldn't help it, he loved seeing Peter get all worked up because of him.

"He's almost dead, a few more shots, people!"

Peter is silent but he's practically vibrating on Tony's lap, smashing the game controllers violently. As if to hurry along this game so he can properly ride Tony's cock. The older man takes his hand off Peter's hard rod, reaching around him and sticks two fingers in his mouth that Peter welcomes immediately, sucking the tips of his thick fingers and rolling his tongue around them.

Tony swears, unable to hold back any longer. He places both of his hands on Peter's hips and pounces into his delicious heat at full force.

Peter yanks the headset off whines, gripping the controller like he was trying to break it.

"Please, please, fuck I'm going to come. Tony please let me, I need it so bad," Peter babbles, his determination for his game evaporating, he cocks his head towards Tony for a kiss which the man gives him. Tony licks into the boy's mouth, appreciating his eager kissing back and how his little plan had worked like a charm.

Tony pulls back and the boy whines again, much to his amusement. "Okay baby, I'll let you come... once you win," Tony says, jerking Peter off in motions that match his strokes.

Peter's eyebrows furrowed, determination returning to have but for a completely different reason. He's playing again but his focus is only on the slick feeling of his cock in Tony's large fist.

Somehow he manages to stay sharp until the screen reads "YOU WIN" in huge letters. At that, Tony squeezes his tip and Peter moans as he comes, some landing on his hands and controller. The sticky controller slips from his hands and he leans forward, using the coffee table for leverage as Tony fucks him with abandon.

"Congratulations Peter, you win. Now here comes your prize for being such a good cockslut," Tony says, shoving in and out of Peter so hard the table shakes.

"Y-yes, please, I want it sir, Tony, give it to me," Peter pants, mind mush while still in post orgasmic but his cock already hard again.

"That's it baby. I'm gonna give it to you, fill you up nice and deep, just how you like it and fuck," Tony groans deep, hips halt balls deep inside Peter as he empties his seed.

Peter cries out as he feels himself being filled with hot cum, eyes teary as he comes untouched again. Tony pets his hair and moves the teen around until he's laying on his back on the coffee table. Tony holds Peter's legs in his hands until his cockhead pops free from the opening. Almost immediately cum waterfalls out but Tony catches it, feeding it back into the boy's needy hole.

"Now, wasn't that better than a co-op?" Tony smirks, kissing his lover's lips.

Peter pouts but there's no heat behind it, too fucked out to be upset. "Remind me to play video games when you're at work for now on." He says and grabs Tony's face until they're kissing again.

Little do either of them know, Ned's still talking to himself on the long since abandoned headphones.

[watchmegetobsessed]

WILDEST FANTASIES (part 3)

⚫️A/N: thank you for being so patient and thank you for all the positivity you've been showing this story, it makes me so happy to see how much you're liking it! now, i know yall have been hoping for a threesome and i really don't want to disappoint, but that was never planned for the story😬 tho i hope you will still enjoy this part!

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

⚫️WARNING: sexual content

⚫️WORD COUNT: 5.2k

SERIES MASTERPOST

This is not at all what you expected when you agreed to meet up with Niall. Originally, you planned on not even leaving your bed all day, but he buttered you up so fast, you couldn’t reject his offer to watch a movie with him and maybefinish what you started last night.

He said his friend that’s hosting him has plans so you should arrive around five. You’re late, because Kostas was still pretending to be dying even though he was alright, only needed about twelve hours of sleep. Anyway, you ended up making him soup so he wouldn’t bother Ramona while she was studying so you ended up being late. But now that you see Professor Styles staring at you in horror and shock, you kind of wish you came earlier.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth and this is the first time you hear him cuss as well.

It’s pretty hot.

“I could ask the same, but I think I know what’s happening here. I’m here to see your friend, Niall.”

Right on cue, the door to the guest bedroom flies open and Niall jogs out with a charming smile on his face.

“Harry, what are you still doing here?” he asks, joining the two of you at the door.

“You said she is coming at six, I made plans according to that,” Harry hisses at his friend, clearly pissed at the situation he was dragged into.

“Six? No, I said five,” Niall shakes his head.

“No, you didn’t, you—Forget about it,” he growls, putting the mistake aside, since he had worse things to deal with. “Niall, can we talk for a second? Privately?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Should I just stand here or you guys gonna let me in?” you ask, cocking your head to the side and Harry definitely notices the attitude you’re giving him. You both know you have the upper hand as of right now, unlike the last time you saw each other.

“Of course, come on in, make yourself home!” Niall invites you in so you finally walk inside, closing the door behind you.

The two men rush down the hallways so you just walk over to the couch in the living room, making yourself comfortable as you take a look around.

In the meantime, Harry basically tosses Niall into his room, shutting the door a tad bit stronger than he intended, but he is hanging on his last thread right now.

“Dude, what is wrong with you?” Niall asks squaring his shoulders, staring back at his friend.

“What’s wrong is that she is my student!” he whisper-yells at him.

“What? Are you sure? She is studying—“

“Math! I know, I remember what you said, but she is also in my Creative Writing class! She is probably doing it for extra credit, but it doesn’t matter, she needs to go.”

“Oh, come on! She is not here because of you. She won’t be here when you get back, I promise!”

“No, Niall! This is not happening!” Harry is fuming. He is pretty sure he is about to get a stroke or just simply pass out right on the spot. “She is not only my student, but she—“

He cuts himself off before he could say something that shouldn’t be known by anyone else. However, it catches Niall’s attention and he is very persistent when he wants to find out something.

“She what? You know something about her? Is she like a psycho or something?”

“Niall, just… drop it. Send her home, she can’t be here.”

“Tell me what you know! I’m just about to be balls deep inside her, if you know something you have to tell me!”

If his panic wasn’t enough, Harry is now drowning in an unfamiliar feeling. His chest tightens and he swears he tastes something bitter in his mouth all of a sudden. Can this really be the end? Is he about to die? He wishes.

Because as he stares back at his friend and imagines him in an intimate situation with you, he almost throws a punch at him. Something is wrong with him, that he knows for sure at this point.

“Fucking hell,” Harry breathes out as he starts pacing the floor, shaking his head. He can’t believe this is happening to him.

“Dude, what’s wrong with her? Are you… Are you, like, hooking up or something?”

The look Harry gives Niall could almost kill and Niall swears he has never seen his friend like this. So livid and on the edge.

“I just… I can’t. This is so fucked up,” Harry sighs.

“We’ve been friends forever, Harry. You know you can tell me anything!”

“But this shit is way too fucked up, Niall. You’ll think I’m crazy.”

“I already do,” he smirks, trying his best to ease the panic in his friend. “I promise I won’t judge.”

“You also have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? It can ruin my whole life if someone finds out. I’m serious.”

“You have my word,” he nods. Harry hesitates whether he should share the story with him, but he feels like he is going crazy so another point of view might be good now.

So he briefly tells him all about the mistake you made, how he confronted you and then when he found your real assignment on his desk with the previous one next to it. Niall listens to him in complete silence, not interrupting him until he finishes. When Harry is done talking, he is anxiously waiting for his friend’s reaction, absolutely no idea what it will be like.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, this sounds like something you made up. But knowing you, I can totally believe it happened,” Niall speaks up finally.

“This is one hundred percent real and now she is… sitting on my fucking couch. Now you know why she can’t be here.”

“I know why you’re about to have a mental breakdown, but I think you need something else than kicking her out. You need to fuck her.”

“Are you fucking insane?” he snaps, louder than he should have, you probably heard that out there. “She is my student!”

“It’s an unfortunate detail, but it shouldn’t hold you back. She wants you and from what I’ve gathered, you definitely want her too.”

“Jesus, this is not how it works, Niall. I can lose my job if anything happened and people found out. It would end my career.”

“So then don’t let people find it out,” he shrugs, as if it wasn’t a big deal at all.

“And here I was, thinking that you’d say I’m crazy. Turns out, you’re the crazy out of the two of us.”

“Harry, you need to talk to her.”

“What? No!”

“If not about the possibility of hooking up, then at least about finding her essay on your desk. You can’t just pretend it didn’t happen, you need to address it.”

“And what exactly should I tell her?” he scoffs, folding his arms on his chest. “Sorry I’ve been wanking off to your dirty story about us fucking in my office? Oh, by the way, how funny is it that you came here to fuck my friend?”

“That would be hilarious,” Niall laughs, but Harry gives him a look that shuts him up. “I don’t know, just… talk it out. It’s better you can do it now and you didn’t have to face her for the first time in class, right?”

“This is so fucked up,” Harry breathes out as if he just ran the marathon. That’s a task he would definitely rather take on than having to face you.

As much as he doesn’t want to admit, Niall is right. Now is the time to talk before you have to face each other on campus again and it’s better to do it here rather than in the classroom or worse, his office. He still can’t walk in there without thinking about you.

“I’ll be here, take your time, okay?” Niall encourages him patting his shoulder before pushing his friend towards the door.

Hesitantly, Harry walks out and heads back to the living room. You’re sitting on the couch, curiously looking around and he can’t help but think how weird it is to see you in his most personal space, his home. Pushing it to the back of his mind, he walks in and you turn your gaze to him, a shiver running down his spine just from the way you look at him.

While they were having their little discussion, you had some time to think as well. The situation was just as surprising for you as it was for Harry and you haven’t quite figured out where you wanted it to head. Your move in his office came to you out of the blue, you didn’t plan it or think about what it might cause and now you have to face the consequences.

When you see Harry walk into the room you notice how nervous he is right away. You’ve never seen him like this before, he usually radiates confidence and warmth, but this time he looks like a wrecked version of himself.

“Sorry for the little scene, I was just… not expecting to see you here,” he clears his throat, hesitantly taking a few more steps before opting to sit on the other end of the couch, leaving a comfortable space between the two of you.

“I hope you don’t think this was planned or anything, I genuinely didn’t know Niall was your friend.”

“No, not at all,” he shakes his head. “Though I had a feeling he shouldn’t have gone to the most popular bar near the campus,” he adds with a bitter chuckle. “Anyway, now we can at least… discuss some matters.”

Rolling your lips into your mouth, you’re waiting for him to continue anxiously. You want to hear him out first and then decide how you’ll react. Mostly because you want to hear what he comes up with, something you’ve been dying to know since you’ve stepped out of his office on Thursday.

“I don’t think it’s going to be a surprise for you, but… I saw what you left on my desk and I assume you figured out what it means.”

He is nervously fidgeting with his rings he is always wearing, anxiously turning around the one that forms a massive H again and again.

“I honestly have no excuse for it and I’m not sure what to say. It was… very unprofessional from me. I don’t… I don’t know why I kept it.”

Lie. You both know it’s a lie, but you choose to ignore it. For now.

“So what I’m trying to say is that I’m really sorry, I can only imagine how awkward it must have been for you to find your writing on my desk. And I really hope we can put it behind us.”

You have only moments to decide which way you’ll take this. Staring back at him you sort through your options, trying to think straight but he is not the only one having trouble to stay rational in this rather irrational situation.

“We can do that,” you answer at last and you see the instant relief in him. Nodding to himself he exhales sharply as he stands from the couch and you watch him inch closer towards the door still anxiously but not horrified anymore.

“Great. Thank you so much, and I’m glad you’re treating this so maturely. I’ll go and get Niall, I should be heading out anyway,” he rambles and turning around he is about to leave when you stand up and call after him.

“Did you think about me though?”

You stare at the back of his head as he stops in his tracks upon hearing your words and for a moment you regret speaking up. Maybe you really crossed a line this time, but you just couldn’t stop yourself. The thought of him thinking about you while reading your story has been stuck in your head for days, picturing him touching himself as he reads it, whimpering your name, making him come while you’re on his mind. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about him while playing with yourself.

He doesn’t answer and you’re desperate to get a reaction out of him, so you decide to push it further.

“Did you touch yourself while thinking about me, Professor Styles?”

“Stop,” he growls, peeking over his shoulder, his eyes practically flaming. You notice how his breathing has picked up, as he slowly turns around, you can’t help but think about how it would feel like if his heaving chest would be pressed against yours.

He takes a few steps towards you and your insides start trembling just from the way he is looking at you. You couldn’t even make this up in your story, that’s how intense it is.

“Why? You have nothing to be ashamed of. After all, I thought about you when I wrote it.”

“I will not discuss it with you, Y/N,” he snaps and this is the first time he called you by your first name instead of calling you Miss Y/L/N. You prefer this one a lot more.

“It was just a question. I won’t hold it against you, I promise.” You dare to step closer, now only a few feet away from him, if you wanted to you could touch him, but that’s a risk you will not take now. Not when he is looking at you so lividly and like he could explode any moment.

“If you bring this up again, Y/N, it won’t end well. Do you understand?”

Your heart is hammering in your throat, you’ve never seen him like this but it doesn’t scare you, not at all. What you feel is a mixture of excitement, lust and desperate need to not only get your hands on him but feel his on yours. Your thoughts are racing of everything you want to do with him and let him do to you, how you want him to have this exact same attitude in the bedroom as he takes you however he pleases.

“I asked, do you understand?” he repeats in a low growl and you realize you haven’t answered him, just stared back at him blankly.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he snaps, your lips parting as you correct yourself.

“Yes, professor.”

“Good girl,” he then finally says before turning around and walking out.

Frozen in your spot, you hear doors opening and closing and the professor’s figure walks past the doorway before he leaves the house. Niall shows up a moment later, a questioning look on his face when he sees you just standing there, taking deep breaths.

“Everything alright?” he asks and you finally move for the first time since the professor has left.

“Yeah, Everything is… perfect,” you breathe out, flashing him a nervous smile, while you can only think about one thing.

The way Harry Styles just called you a good girl.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Harry is gripping the stirring wheel so tight his knuckles are turning white. He’s been parked in the parking lot for over ten minutes, but he hasn’t been able to get himself to get out of the car. Nina is probably already waiting for him inside, but he is still stuck on the conversation he had with you.

He called you a good girl. And made you call him professor in a way that’s absolutely not related to his academic title, but it surely is all about his kinky fantasies he’s been harboring this past week about you. This is not how he planned it and everything was going so fine at first, right until you asked him if he thought about you while touching himself.

He can’t believe you had the courage to do that, to be so blunt and shameless and he hates himself for how much it excited him. Along with the way you looked at him when he let his dominant side take over control. He was close to snap and take you then and there, teach you how to keep your mouth shut, preferably around his throbbing, hard cock.

“I’m so fucking screwed,” he whispers to himself, closing his eyes as he forces himself to finally get out of the car.

There’s nothing he can do now, he can’t take back what he said and he can only hope this was the end of it all, that you will keep your word and never bring it up. Mostly because he doesn’t have faith in himself that he’ll be able to control himself if you look at him like that again.

Walking into the diner he spots Nina right away, she waves at him to make sure he sees her. Harry slaloms between the tables until he finally makes it to her.

“Hey, sorry for being late. I had a little… situation,” he clears his throat, sliding into the booth across her.

“It’s alright. I was a bit late too,” she smiles.

In the next about two hours Harry tries his best to forget about the trouble he has most likely gotten himself into. Nina is great company and she manages to get his mind off of you for a little while at least, even though she has no idea what’s been going on.

Dinner is nice, they have a great chat and she has a few drinks as well since she is planning to take an Uber home while Harry sticks to his soda, though he would love to have something stronger.

“Okay, will you tell me what’s bothering you?” Nina asks him when they are finished with dessert, nursing the remaining of their drinks.

“What do you mean?”

“I can tell something is up. You invited me out on such a short notice when you usually plan everything days ahead. You’ve been zoning out all evening, it’s pretty clear something is bothering you.”

“It’s… complicated,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“More complicated than my divorce?” she smirks at him, trying to ease his nerves.

Harry knows exactly how messy her divorce was. They were planning to start trying for a baby when Nina found out that her husband had been cheating on her for over a year. Then just when it seemed like they can get through it and Nina would be able to forgive him, the woman he cheated on found out that she was pregnant from Nina’s husband. That was the last straw, there was no forgiveness just a bunch of screaming matches.

Harry stays silent, he knows he can’t share the story with her, or at least not the whole of it, because no matter how good friends they are, she is still part of the community at his work place and he is not entirely sure how she would treat it if he told her the truth.

“Alright, I get it. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But just so you know, I’m always here if you need someone to pour your heart out.” She smiles at him and reaching over the table she squeezes his hand in a warm, friendly way. Or at least that’s how Harry is treating it.

It’s part nine when he finally heads home. After parting ways with Nina he walked a bit around to clear his head out and also to make sure enough time has passed and you won’t be home when he gets back. But just to be sure, he texts Niall asking if it’s safe for him to return. When his friend gives him the green light he finally heads home and even though he knows you’re not there, he still can’t push his nerves aside as he walks into the house.

“Niall?” he calls out, dropping his keys to the side table in the hallway before making his way further inside.

“How was dinner?” he pops out of the guest bedroom, still wearing the same clothes as before and Harry’s first thoughts are quite disturbing.

Did you sleep with him? Did anything happen between the two of you and he just put on his clothes from before? Or the evening ended on a completely innocent note? Swallowing his questions he shrugs as Niall follows him into the kitchen where Harry gets himself some water.

“It was alright. How was… your night?” he asks with ulterior motives behind his words.

“Fun, we had a great time. But I think I’m going to bed early. I haven’t really slept my hangover off,” he sighs, rubbing his face. Harry wants to stop him and ask what he meant by having a great time and if it meant having sex with you, but he doesn’t want to make it obvious that he is bothered by it.

He shouldn’t be, because even if he was into you, nothing could ever happen between him and you and you’re free to hook up with whoever you want to. Even if that’s one of Harry’s best friends.

“Alright, yeah. See you tomorrow,” Harry mumbles as Niall leaves.

He takes some time alone, trying to make something out of his racing thoughts, but he has had enough for today. He takes a cold shower and retreats to his room. The dark screen of his computer taunts him as he lies in bed, knowing well what’s on it and what was last opened on it earlier. He knows he needs to delete that story before he gets himself into even bigger trouble, especially after the conversation he had with you.

But for today, he just leaves it all be.

You didn’t have sex with Niall. It was a mutual decision even though you didn’t discuss it. After the professor left and Niall finally showed up, something was different and you both knew it. Luckily, he was cool about it, so the two of you just drank the wine you brought, watched the movie and had a good time as just simply friends.

Part of you wanted to ask if he knew something, if the professor has told him something about you or the situation between the two of you, but you didn’t want to cross any lines so you kept your questions to yourself. However when you were about to leave he said something that’s been stuck on your mind.

“Hey, listen,” he started, keeping his voice down even though it was just the two of you. “If you really want this, you should go for it. But only if you’re serious about it. He is risking a lot.”

You knew he wasn’t talking about you and him, it was all about the professor who was out god knows where, most likely waiting for you to leave so he could come home. There was so much more to his words, a message hidden behind them and you didn’t have to think hard to decode it.

“Thank you, Niall. I’m glad we met,” you smiled at him, hugging him tight.

“The pleasure was all mine. Take care, Y/N.”

Now as you’re back in the comfort of your bedroom, you can’t get yourself to do anything but lie in bed, stare at the ceiling and keep replaying what the professor had told you earlier.

“If you bring this up again, Y/N, it won’t end well. Do you understand?”

“Yes what?”

“Good girl.”

Fucking hell, you still get a shiver from those last two words. It has you in a chokehold. Is this what he is into? Being the dominant one? Making his partner obedient and praising them whenever they do good? You want to hear him say it again, you want it tattooed on yourself so every time you look at it you can remember what it was like when Harry called you a good girl.

Harry.

You’ve started thinking of him as Harry instead of Professor Styles, because that’s what Niall kept calling him whenever he told a story that involved him as well and you love the ring of it. There’s a certain intimacy in calling him that, even if it’s just in your head.

In the heat of the moment you get rid of your dress and put on just an oversized shirt as you throw yourself back onto your bed, taking a few deep breaths as your hand slowly makes its way to your throat. Your fingertips trace the column of your neck, shamelessly imagining that it’s Harry’s touch on your heated skin, his thick rings adorning the fingers you’ve thought about being in your mouth, around your neck and between your legs…

Moving your hand to your chest, you palm one of your breasts, your fingers find your pebbled nipple and you give it a gentle tug, a soft moan slipping through your lips. Your eyes snap open, remembering that Kostas is at home, but judging from the silence, she is probably asleep, still trying to come back to life after his hangover. Ramona is spending the night at Dean’s, so you only have to worry about not waking Kostas. Luckily, he sleeps so heavy he could easily get mistaken to be dead sometimes.

You slide your hand down, across your stomach and pull the hem of the shirt up until the lower part of your tummy is exposed along with your underwear. You’re still wearing the lacy black thong you chose thinking about Niall, now it’s ironic how you’re touching yourself thinking about Harry.

Without a second thought, you dip your fingers under the elastic of your underwear and don’t stop until they reach your clit, finding it faster than any of your previous partners before.

You start off light, teasing yourself, gently touching where it feels the best, picturing Harry above you, his hand between your legs.

“Does this make you feel good? You like my touch on your wet pussy?”

You hear it as if he was really there. The rasp in his voice, the piercing eyes, it’s torture and pleasure at the same time.

“Have you been a good girl? Do you deserve my fingers inside of you?”

Your breath hitches as your own fingers slide between your lips, teasing yourself just how you like it and as you nod to yourself, like a silent answer to Imaginary Harry’s question, you push two of your fingers inside of you, gasping as your walls stretch at the penetration.

However, no matter what fantasy you’re playing in your mind, how fast or slow you’re moving your fingers, it’s not giving you the relief you’re desperately chasing, so you decide to get some help from your trusty friend under your mattress.

You’ve purchased the vibrator a few years ago when you finally fought the embarrassment you always felt upon walking past a sex shop. After a nasty breakup, you just walked into one of those and bought the first vibrator that caught your eyes, a bright pink one that ended up just the perfect size for your needs.

Getting rid of your underwear you switch your little friend on, put it on medium and then carefully replace your fingers with it, dragging it over your clit at first.

“Fuck, yes!” you breathe out, finally getting closer to the orgasm you’ve been aching for all day.

In your head, Harry is pounding into you, his body weighing down on you deliciously, you can taste his sweat as you kiss his shoulder, sinking your fingers into his hard muscles on his back.

It doesn’t take long until you’re gasping for air and finally come, the memory of Harry calling you a good girl replaying as you ride out the last waves of your orgasm. It’s amazing, you never fail to pleasure yourself yet this time you can’t help but feel like something was missing. Like it could have been better.

If you don’t get fucked by Professor Styles soon, you’ll lose your damn mind.

Groaning you drag yourself into the bathroom and take a quick shower before returning to your bedroom, but instead of going to sleep you find yourself sitting in front of your laptop. You pull up a new document and start typing.

It takes about an hour to write another one of your wildest fantasies, this one happening in Harry’s living room for a change. He takes you on the couch, it’s rough, he keeps slapping your ass and tugging your hair as he slams into you hard. He calls you good girl as he comes inside you.

Thousands of words are staring back at you again and as you lean back to look at what you’ve created, you think about getting rid of it like you should have done with the first one. But you can’t get yourself to do it, what’s worse, you have a plan forming in your mind, all of it just to get what you want.

Monday morning Harry almost calls in sick just so he doesn’t have to leave the house. Even though he doesn’t have a class with you today, he still fears running into you which could easily be fatal after the conversation you two had in his living room. He still hasn’t gotten over what he said and how he could let himself slip like that, but there’s nothing he can do now, he can’t take his words back.

Niall has some business today to take care of and he has already left the house. They made plans to meet some friends later today and for a change Harry is getting out as well.

He gets dressed and gathers his stuff for the day before he heads out to his car. He is so deep in his thoughts that he almost doesn’t notice the brown envelope on his windshield.

“What the…” he huffs, dropping his bag and folders to the passenger’s seat before he grabs the envelope from under the wipers. He looks around, searching for the possible sender, but nothing seems out of place, no one is watching him opening it. There’s an eerie feeling in the pit of his stomach as he pulls out the stack of papers inside, a note attached to the front.

He flips through the pages at first and his breath hitches when he reads a few of the lines. He recognizes your writing just from the first few words and before he could even think, he rushes back into the house and throws the document to the kitchen island as he scans over the pages as fast as he can.

He has no doubt that this is one of your dirty writings about him and you and he soon realizes that it’s set in his own fucking house, so he knows you wrote it sometime yesterday. Taking a deep breath he flips to the first page where the note is, written in your handwriting stands a message.

“But I can’t stop thinking about you…”

And underneath the words stands your phone number. Harry stares down at it for what feels like eternity before he shoves the note into his pocket, the pages back into the envelope before dropping it off in his room and leaving to the university.

NEXT PART

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[halcyon-writings]

"Don't do that--don't shut down on me. Let me in." For Claude from 3h pls 🥺

man... man.... the way this mf has me in a chokehold,,, HES HOT AND FOR WHAT

warnings for violence ig bc war criminal school didn’t really prepare yall for actual war /j and hurt/comfort is my jam, reader is not byleth

nav.

claude had been searching for you for what felt like hours.

the battle today had since ended, but as the sun began to set, the worry in his gut only got worse. even hilda, who, despite her normal casual airs, kept up with their friends’ whereabouts, didn’t have a clue either.

his search takes him away from the small camp the group had set up, small blade tucked against his waist while he set off under the cover of the darkened skies. yet, as soon as he did, he realized you had been closer than he thought.

the alliance’s leader finds you huddled against a tree, which in itself was not alarming, but what caused him to stop in his tracks was the blood. ignoring the risks of whoever had made you like this still being around, claude rushes to kneel in front of you.

your eyes are unfocused, but it feels like you’re seeing right through him anyway. 

his hands cup your face, “hey, hey, ___, what happened? who did this?” never one to lose his cool, your eyes almost widen in surprise at the frantic tone, well at least you were somewhat responding to him. 

anxiety slips away, replaced with a rage that shocks even claude, because whoever did this to you would pay, and they would pay dearly. 

“...not mine.” 

at your quiet murmur, claude’s focus is back on you again. ”what?”

“the blood,” you say, weakly gesturing to yourself as you lean into the warmth of his hands, “the blood... ‘s not mine.”

despite the relief, claude still watches you in concern, eyebrows furrowed. 

“then what...?” he trails off when your eyes finally meet his own. and he is rendered speechless. you look exhausted. 

“i knew them,” you say quietly, “they snuck into camp wearing stolen armor and i followed them because i got suspicious.” 

claude’s silence is all you need to continue, “we fought, i won.”

“but when i took off the helmet and saw their face... it made sense for them to call me a traitor, i don’t regret fighting alongside you,” you bring your hands to your face in an attempt to wipe away the blood, i’m just- so tired claude.”

you look up from your hands as he takes a seat on the ground beside you, the grass and dead leaves rustling slightly, “i know, i’m sorry.”

whether he was apologizing for having you fight for his cause, despite not even belonging to the alliance in the first place, or having to witness the bloodshed that appeared to be a constant ever since the fighting started, even he was unsure.

you remained quiet, only the sounds of the chirping crickets accompanied you both under the moonlight. 

the doubt crawls and settles over his shoulders, not a new development but one claude believed he had been rid of all the same. would you still deign to stand at his side during this war? he wouldn’t blame you for leaving, hell the thought occurred to him more than once on occasion, to mount his wyvern and just fly off somewhere far away.

‘please,’ is his quiet plea watching you close your eyes as the night chill begins to grow, ‘don't shut down on me.’ he doesn’t dare to ask, even in his thoughts, to continue the question.

(‘let me in.’ how cruel, he thinks, to hope you open up to him, to trust him, and yet he still hides away).

“you’re thinking too much again,” you murmur quietly, one eye opened as you lean against the tree, “you make the same expression.”

at this he grins wryly, “just thinking of our options.”

“like what? joining an opera company and touring the world? or becoming traveling merchants?”

whistling at the prospect, claude gives you a funny look, “oh yeah? i always wondered the kind of merchant i’d be.”

“your rates would be just as steep as anna’s.”

“hey! as the leader of the alliance, i think i’d make a great merchant.”

the silence under the moonlight shifts. and for now, claude relishes in the silence with you.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Hello~ hope ur doing well and staying safe! i usually lurk and like all ur posts bc im obssessed with your writing :3 if u wouldnt mind, do u have any fluff/comfort for a chubby reader w/ nanami? Im usually fine with being the only big girl in my friend group, but sometimes its a little hard (like today) since im often either ignored or befriended by ppl who only wanna get closer to my friends :/ Any comfort/fluff would be appreciated <3

Hey bestie sorry for not answering this ik you've waited a long time so i hope you're not mad at me

No warnings, just fluff :3

Just gotta say right off the bat! Fuck those ppl who get close to you just to get to your friends! That's super shitty! Hope they choke! But i hope your friends always take your side and stick with you no matter what those jerks do

BUT ANYWAYS LET'S GET ON WITH THE FLUFF SKSKSK

Imagine you're out to dinner with your besties

Yall went to this really fancy place, expensive high end cuisine, that good good shit sksksk

Yall are chillin and just enjoying yourself when your server comes over and asks what your favorite drinks are

You're like ??? We're not ordering drinks right now why do u ask?

Apparently there's a gentleman in the restaurant who noticed yall and offered to pay for a round of drinks!

You ask who it was, but the server says that the customer wished to remain anonymous

Hmmmmm that's suspicious that's weird but ok sksksk

So yall get some free drinks which is cool!

You're kinda suspicious about the person but you try not to think about it bc you're with the girlies (gender neutral sksksk) and you're just trying to enjoy yourselves

Not long after you get your food, your friend leans in and reveals to the group that they've noticed a man across the restaurant staring at them for a bit.

The rest of you sneak some glances his way and realize that yes, he is looking at your group more than the young man across from him

He's very handsome, blonde hair brushed back and small, serious eyes. He's got the sharpest cheek bones you've ever seen

You just shrug and brush it off. He probably found one of your friends cute and couldn't help but stare. You didn't think much about it

It wasn't until you got up to go to the restroom that you bumped into him

"I don't mean to bother you, but are you enjoying your beverage?"

OH! He's the guy who bought yall some drinks!

"Oh, yes, thank you so much! My friends and I really appreciate the kind gesture."

"Good, good. I was hoping you would."

You stand in silence for a moment before he clears his throat awkwardly

"I... hope this isn't too forward, but may I ask you something?"

Oh boy, here it comes. You're prepared for him to ask for your friend's number or to introduce him to the rest of them :/

"What is it?"

"Well... is there any chance I could get your number? I find you quite beautiful and am interested in getting to know you better."

Wait—

what 😳

You're shocked and you can feel the blood rushing to your face, but you shyly accept and exchange numbers with him

You try not to get your hopes up: he may just be using you to get closer to one of your friends

But then he's v attentive when he texts, asking dozens of questions about you and asking that you spare no detail

It's not until he asks you on a date a couple weeks later that you start to believe he actually likes you

The date really solidifies your trust in him: he brings you flowers and takes you to a lovely restaurant and gently asks to hold your hand when you go for a small walk afterwards

He's also staring at you the whole time, a soft look in his eyes all the while, leaving you flustered and embarrassed

You admit to him at the end of the date that you were worried that he was using you to get to your friends, and he seems kind of appalled by this

"I would never do something like that. I only bought drinks for the entire table that day because I didn't want to exclude your friends and make them feel left out. In reality, you were the only one I was interested in."

"But... why? I mean, what made you do something so bold to get my attention?"

He sort of scoffs, acting shocked that you would ask such a thing

"Well, truth be told, I found you to be enchanting. I'd never seen someone as lovely as you, and I feared that if I didn't do something to gain your favor, then I would never get the chance to see you again."

He brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it tenderly

"I'm overjoyed that you accepted my advances. I would've felt like a fool if you'd rejected me."

Oh, yeah, you're definitely keeping this man all to yourself 💕

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚘𝚑"

PART 8: CAT BOYS 

... it’s late into the night and y/n is streaming with one of her new friends, sykkuno. running on caffeine and redbull is apparently not enough because she falls asleep on his shoulder 45 minutes into their cyberpunk gameplay. at that exact moment, twitter goes up in flames.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (because i was threatened by thirsty anons) ─── soc. media + written fiction!  ─── word count: 1.8k author’s note: here it is...what yall been asking for. literally had to add a new part for this but i loved this idea sm i couldnt just nOT NOT do it. i tried writing this with the same energy as the smau lmao so expect chaos as always. hope you enjoy it and as always lmk what u think! hopefully yall wont go too feral, but tbh thats prolly too much to ask for xx EDIT: srr for the fucky format tumbler dot com is being lame 

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Such a back and forth continues for the better part of the day as you get ready. Corpse only whines a bit when you forget to text him back - you are packing, and your prestigious cat ears you bought from Amazon for 10$ deserve exquisite care - which only fuels your seemingly bottomless hunger for mischief, leading to you sneakily ignoring him more. When your phone lights up with a message, you giggle, giddy with excitement. Your laughter only gets louder and more erratic, to the point where Rae had busted down your door and threw her Hello Kitty plush at you - one you’d gotten her, mind you! - and told you to just “Shut the fuck up!”

Ungrateful. You know not everyone can appreciate your sense of humor, or stand your hyena like cackle, but that was uncalled for and you told her as much. Noting the mess your room is in (more than usual, that’s for certain), she leans onto the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest, pretty brown eyes twinkling curiously, “Where you off to?”

“So I had this idea-” You start, but are promptly shut down with a raise of her palm.

“Already know it’s a bad one.”

Insulted, and hurt, you clutch your heart. As if she had not mocked you enough today, “Rae...The hell, that’s so mean...” You mutter, face scrunching into a soft frown, “I only wanted to tell you what me and Syk thought of.”

“Oh?” Intrigued, she raises a brow, “Continue.”

“Gee, thanks for letting me this time.” You mumble, rolling your eyes, “So. We thought we’d stream together. The catch? In the same room! We’ll be playing Cyberpunk. Gotta cash in while the hype is still up.” You add, making her snort, “And, ya know, the whole cat boy business...We’ll be wearing matching cat ears. Admit it, I’m a genius.”

She’s quiet for a moment, mulling over your words; you can practically see the gears in her head turning. She glances around the room, then briefly at you, strangely apprehensive. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Well, that is definitely not what you expected her to say. You figured it’d be more along the lines of you’d be one ugly cat. “Huh?” Is all you manage to stutter, “What do you mean?”

She gives you a look, one all people give when something is so plainly obvious, “Y/n. You do know the stans will go wild, right? And you do remember our conversation involving Corp-”

“Nope!” You exclaim cheerily with a bright smile to match. You don’t want to think about that. The relationship between you and Corpse is strictly platonic, and besides, seeing Twitter loosing their shit is always funny, and you never miss an opportunity to mess with your fans. Sykkuno is also a good friend, albeit a new one. This supposed flirting from Corpse’s end Rae deduced was nothing more than her projecting her feelings onto the situation. She always liked shoujo anime and was probably thinking one was happening right in front of her. Not a chance. Corpse was just being a friendly crackhead. Your energies mesh beautifully.

Like, beautifully in a strictly friend way. Absolutely nothing more than that.

She gives up, naturally, arguing with a wall would be more productive than arguing with you. You’re such a (Zodiac sign).

“Well,” She mumbles, ticking her head to the side, leaning off of the door frame and turning to leave, “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

Your grin melts as soon as she leaves. Glancing at your bag, you shove your last necessities in with newfound hesitance. 

Nothing bad will happen, right?

...Right?

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It is well past the generally set “appropriate” time to hang out, but since quarantine, what is appropriate anymore anyway? You’ve never been in Sykkuno’s apartment, but now that you’re here it’s...strangely him. Every corner seems tailored to his specific requirements. It’s cozy, and pleasantly warm - it’s a bit chilly in LA, as surprising as that is.

He’s even shyer than you remember him being. And a whole lot more awkward, but in an endearing way, a way that makes you want to laugh and try to reassure him that it’s just you and he has nothing to worry about. While you hung out only once, the history you share is rich and tender. From him following you on Twitter and subsequently prematurely ending your stream, to kidnapping a stray cat affectionately named Juan. His long lost brother, Juan (no the Second, just Juan), lives in your Minecraft server. 

His stream room is sadly bare. There’s an appalling lack of merch or fairy lights. Not even led-lights. It’s a good thing you brought your own. As you try to decided which color would be best - his signature lime green, reminiscent of his adorable Among Us astronaut, or, perhaps, mischievous violet? - he boots the game and tweets out a quick “streaming with y/n in ten mins! come one come all!” 

“You should probably tell your fans, too.” He mumbles, looking somewhere above your shoulder. You settle with cherry blossom pink. Glancing at him, you shrug.

“Ah, do it for me, please?”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Uhm, I wouldn’t want to pry and I don’t know your password and-”

“It doesn’t have a password.” You had removed it, knowing something like this would happen. Bless your foresight, you did not want him to know it was demonspiitinmymouth. Before he could protest further, you rush to the nearest mirror to put on your cat ears and make sure they aren’t crooked. You look absolutely adorable. The cat boys in your dms will go feral. Hell, you might just go feral looking at yourself! Sykkuno is not ready. No one is. This will be a stream to remember.

When you return (with flourish of course), he’s anxiously fidgeting by his computer, his own little cat ears, one’s he wore for the Halloween stream, peaking out from his silky brown hair. You have to suppress a squeal. When he catches you gaze he gives the kindest, sweetest little smile.

“They, uh--” He points at you, then decides it’s rude to point, bringing his hand back to his lap, then clutching his mouse, lastly releasing a sound stuck between a chuckle and a wheeze, “suit you, uhm, a lot!” He finishes with a resolute nod, quickly spinning in his chair and away from you.

This is the reaction you desired. All is going according to plan. Is this what God feels like? If not, then you pity her. She’s missing out.

Taking a seat next to him - he had been gracious enough to haul you a spare chair from the kitchen - you draw closer, and he, instinctively, shrinks away with another nervous chuckle. 

“You have, uhm... I-I didn’t look!” He quickly chimes. You raise a brow, “Uhm, unopened messages? From Corpse? He texted you when I was tweeting! I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry-”

Instantly, you recall the famous vine with the scandalous “daddy chill” line, though refrain from saying it aloud. You love havoc, but you’re not evil (Rae would ardently disagree with you, though). Instead, you just shrug, “’S fine, don’t worry. I’ll text him back later. Let’s start?”

He nods, but doesn’t look at you. Granted, you don’t think he glanced at you even once since you returned, “...Okay. Ready?”

“Ready!”

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You’re much too immersed into the game and Sykkuno’s twitch chat to even check what’s happening on Twitter, but your estimated guess is that everyone’s going crazy. The stream chat is unruly as well, but missing the signature Twitter spark. Most of the chaos is bravely lead by your fans. Sykkuno’s, much like the man himself, are too nice to scream so unabashedly.

Perhaps you excitement had been a bit too taxing, perhaps drinking 5 coffees and 2 energy drinks today and not enough water are to blame for the sudden drowsiness you’re feeling, but you can’t focus on the swimming chat or the abundance of cut-scenes at the starting point of the game. You steadily draw nearer and he, more composed in front of his audience, doesn’t react. About ten more minutes of hoovering by his shoulder and muttering soft commentary, and you feel yourself slipping.

The last coherent thought you have is a few choice words directed at caffeine itself for having the opposite effect of you at the worst time possible.

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You float in oblivion for perhaps ten minutes at best. Once you awake with a startle, you shower Sykkuno in shy apologies and he quickly reassures you that it’s fine and that he didn’t mind at all!

“Though,” He adds after a thoughtful pause, “not sure if it was very, uh, comfortable?”

His stream chat spams uwu and variations of similar kind. The stream continues for a few more hours before the both of you wish everyone a good night. 

While you planned on wreaking absolute havoc, this sudden falling asleep was unexpected. You pondered the consequences of such an innocent, unplanned act whilst ubering home, fearing to check your phone which by now was blowing up with not only Twitter notifications but also Rae’s angry messages that vaguely read “what the fuck y/n”. Within the past two hours she had left 57 messages on all platforms collectively, including 7 calls. 

Corpse’s last text was over three hours ago.

Now that’s strange. Worry festers quickly. Briefly glancing at your surroundings - the pretty glimmer of passing street lights, neon signs, familiar buildings - you decide that it’s time to check what kind of nuclear explosion you’ve caused.

Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach as you scroll past the hundreds of tweets and mentions. Scan through Rae’s messages. 

You had failed to prepare ahead. Every explosion of such kind is followed by nuclear winter. And Corpse’s lack of messages feels especially cold.

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Not you smiling like a fucking idiot reading his last message! You shrink into the backseat, afraid the driver will accidentally look into the rear-view mirror and see you a bit too happy before asking questions. Good news? Yeah, but it’s not like it’s his any beeswax! In the words of Rihanna, just shut up and drive. 

This argument had not yet happened, but you’re preparing, just in case. 

As you think up of potential scenarios, your eyes drill into Corpse’s goodnight text. You’ve looked at it enough. Time to turn the phone screen off. Leave the app, at the very least. When the screen dims you instantly press on it to wake it up. This is embarrassing. Maybe the deadly amount of caffeine really did mess you up, big time. Your heart races in your chest, painfully almost. You feel a bit sick. Worst of all, you can’t stop smiling.

A notification from Rae makes you snap out of it. Ah, one more demon to deal with. 

However, before you talk to her, you really need to tell Twitter that you’re not with Sykkuno. And apologize to Sykkuno as well. 

At least Corpse doesn’t hate you.

Fucking hell, just exit the chat you idiot!

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[bonny-kookoo]

Sing to me: JJK x Reader 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Mermaid AU, Siren!Jungkook, Prince!Jungkook, homeless!Reader, Romance,  Smut duh

Wordcount: 5k (medium)

Tags/Warnings: okay so, spoiled kook, possessive kook, Theres literally an attempted murder lol, drowning? whoops, blood oh no, reader is hella fucking dense ok, biting, courting lol, fish boy is in love, whoops, anyways we got sexy times too, because in this AU fishboy got legs n all of that hah, unprotected sex because, guys pls this ain't supposed to he realistic, wrap it before you tap it folks, its also not all that filthy lol, blink and you'll miss the scene, honestly I didn't include much smut because yall nasty so you will ask for dirty drabbles anyways, not that I mind lol, k I'm done I think, wow mom I've sinned less than usual..

Summary: Help me love myself, and I might learn to love you as well.

Or alternatively: you save Jungkook from being killed, and he totally gets the wrong signals. But he's cute, so its fine. Probably.

Jungkook is floating.

He thinks about what lies above the waves, and cant think of anything he really finds interesting. The surface is littered in junk, in things humans leave behind without thinking twice about it. It's air is thick and stuffy, hard to breathe and never clear at all. It's crowded, with creatures who at the end of the day all look the same in his eyes. There's nothing exciting about the world people walk on.

Its boring, and dirty.

His own home is, compared to that, a kingdom radiating like the moon itself. It shines and sparkles, and harbors some of the most beautiful creatures ever to be found. He and his family, as well as everyone else, live in peace with nature down underneath the waves, existing side by side instead of trying to gain the upper hand all the time.

And he's reminded of the cruelty of man, when he finds himself caught in a net.

He's somehow made the fishermen drop it instead of pulling him up on their boat. But that doesn't mean he's free- he's still struggling with it, fighting it, but he cant rip it apart. All he does really, is tie the knots tighter, have them dig into his skin until spots are rubbed raw. He can't really swim anywhere at this point, gives up as he can see the last lights of his distant home fade into the distance.

Jungkook is floating.

He's slowly being led by the waves, by the love of wind and waters, as he closes his eyes. Its a pity, really; for a prince held so high to die by the mere hands of the poor, he thinks. It's upsetting him, very much so, but he takes it as it is. There's nothing he can do anyways, as he slowly comes into contact with the sand below. It washes him up onto short, the dry sand sticking to his body, waves pushing him higher and higher onto the ground.

He shivers, the cold outside air biting at his skin now unsheltered and defenseless.

He doesn't know how long he lays there.

But at some point, steps are heard on the sand. He keeps his eyes closed, doesn't care about what will happen next- he really just wants to have it be over by now, the ropes already painfully burning his skin at certain spots. He's sure theres sand in his wounds as something touches him- warm fingers, hesitant, and almost shy.

He keeps his eyes closed.

"My god, I hate humans.." You mutter under your breath, your voice hitting his ears, making him notice the way it sounds. He thinks it sounds very similar to some of his kind; sirens being blessed with voices sweet and enchanting. Maybe you were one of the strays who had decided to live on the surface for some reason? But your smell was entirely human, although much sweeter and pleasant than anyone he'd met before. And then, after a small short moment of pain-

He's free.

His arms flop to his side, and he breathes in deeply- finally able to fully move again. His eyes open, and adjust to the night for a moment, before they meet yours.

How interesting.

"Jungkook?" Jimin asks him, curious to what has gotten the young Siren so occupied. Typically, Jungkook would be watching the annual kingdom dances with at least some form of interest; even if it was just a glimpse of it, just to make his parents worry less about him misbehaving. But today, as the graceful dancers move around to the orchestra playing, the young prince is absolutely not there. At least not mentally. "Jungkook." The older one scolds, getting Jungkooks attention- his gaze hard and annoyed. "Please, young prince- at least try to pretend you're interested. This is after all part of our culture." He strategically uses his title as teasing- something which makes Jungkook snort without any fun.

"I really don't want to be here." He explains, and Jimin sighs. "I'd rather be at the surface.." He mumbles, being careful not to be too loud- but Jimin does pick it up, and so does his partner, Taehyung, next to him- now leaning a bit forward to hear better.

"Oh?" Jimin asks. "What could be of interest there, I wonder?" He teases, and Jungkook grows even more irritated.

"Nothing that should interest a whore like you." He says harshly, though Jimin knows he means no harm with it. Jimin is, after all, a man who enjoys the simple pleasures in life- which is why he can't quite grasp why Jungkook, a young man in his prime like himself, doesn't seem to care about whats going on around him.

"Hm, but I think she must be absolutely divine if you're willing to risk the wrath of your own mother just to see her." He says, and Taehyung snickers next to him, clearly amused.

But to both of their surprise, Jungkook grows.. calm. Theres even a glimpse of a smile on his lip as he rests his head on his head, elbow on the armrest of his throne. "That she is." He says, quietly, as he watches the young woman in front of him. He has to imagine you there instead, moving oh so gracefully to the sounds of his Kingdom's greatest musicians- dressed in the most beautiful gown he'd gift you. "That she is.." He repeats, a dreaming look on his face that Jimin has not seen before.

Jungkook watches you.

He enjoys watching you on your daily trips to the beach, picking up cans and bottles, and other things people throw away without care. You're cleaning up the beach, and he thinks its a very good behavior- he likes the way you always carefully scan the ground and sides for any garbage. He swims a little closer as he spots you squatting down; eyes lighting up as you pick up a shell he'd personally not care much for. It's slightly pink- but nothing he hasn't seen in his life. They're so common, and he suddenly thinks that if this already makes you happy, what if he was to bring you something else? Something better, something more worth your attention?

He feels a rush of excitement.

Dashing into the opposite direction, he makes his way towards the ground below, eyes scanning the ground as he searches for something. He spots it after a few minutes of searching, but when he holds the pearl, he hesitates.

Its not enough.

No, that's not what you should get. He's only paying back his dept, yeah, that's what he's doing. But what if he was overdoing it by bringing you something too expensive or rare? No, he should be smart about it, yeah. Start small, and work your way up he thinks, as he takes the pearls he's collected while deep in thought, and pushes himself back to the top, swimming easily. He hopes you're still there-

And there you are, dipping your feet into the water.

He looks at what he can see; only able to see clearly underneath the waves rather than above. There's a bracelet hanging around your ankle, and it looks cheap, he thinks. It only helps him by giving him ideas for his next gifts- if you would accept his first, that is. He's never been rejected before, but then again, has always rejected instead. Nothing had interested him to the extend you did. Maybe you really were of his kind, secretly.

When he slowly brings his head up the waves, you don't get scared, or flinch. You simply look, spot him, and smile.

He likes that expression.

He comes closer, free hand helping him onto the stone you sit on, his hand holding your gift eagerly pushing against yours. You understand quickly, and open them, and he smiles. You're smart, he notes, and it only adds to your qualities, he thinks. Dropping the pearls, your eyes sparkle again- as they should, he thinks with pride. You inspect them with big eyes, as if you've never seen something alike. He enjoys your reaction- and you nod at him. "Thank you- are they for me to keep?" You ask, pointing to them, and then at your chest. He's not fully fluent in human language, but has picked up on some words and phrases, since Seokjin had recently strayed- teaching him some stuff whenever he got bored and visited his younger brother.

So Jungkook nods. "You." He says, and you like the sound of his voice; fittingly just as handsome as the rest of him, you think. But then again- his kind is known for its beauty and enchanting voices. "Keep." He tells you, pushing your closed palm a bit closer to your body as if to underline his statement. You think its cute, in a way.

"Okay." You say. "I'll keep them-?" You ask, and he doesn't understand, until you point to yourself, and say a name- yours, he supposes.

"Ah-" He starts, pointing to himself. "Jungkook. Jeon, Jungkook." He tells you, and you nod, smiling.

"It's nice to meet you, Jeon Jungkook." You smile, and he grins back, slightly sharpened canines in stark contrast with his bunny-like smile.

He thinks its nice to meet you too.

"But you're a witch, aren't you?" Jungkook argues, staring at Taehyung. "I thought you were all so capable." He challenges, and Taehyungs eyes darken- quite literally, since sea witches do technically have black eyes- but conceal them, as to not scare off people. He regains his composure however when Jimins hand lays on his shoulder.

"Now now, no need to become huffy." He says. "He didn't say he can't do it- he simply told you that its not that easy." He explains, and Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. Ever the spoiled prince, they think to themselves.

"I don't care about that." He states. "Can you do it, or can you not?" He asks, and Taehyung thinks for a moment.

"I.." He begins, before he sighs. "I can. But, there's a catch, Jungkook." He tells him, and this time, the youngest of the group seems just as serious as he listens. "I can't promise that.. the result will be what you will expect." He says.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook asks.

"There's a chance she won't survive it."

He doesn't think much about why you're so often sitting on that rocky structure close to the deep- he likes not having to get out of the water to be close to you. And you think, Jungkook is quite the interesting being.

He’s curious; that much you can tell. His hands rest on your knees, your toes sometimes brushing against his abdomen as he swims closer- face coming forward to properly look at you. His vision must be bad outside of the waters you assume, his brown eyes squinting in concentration until he huffs and let’s himself back into the waters. You chuckle, and simply take off your jacket, slipping into the water as well as you control your breath- his entire face brightening at your body now underwater in his world, finally clear to see for his eyes.

You’re pretty, he thinks, definitely prettier than any other human he’d encountered before. The clothes covering your breasts and private parts a bit dull and boring for his taste- but he’d change that soon. He smiles, happy, before holding up his finger as if to signal for you to wait before he swims away, elegantly and fast. You swim up to breath some air, catch your breath, until there’s a hand around your calf, holding, fingers running over the skin, signaling you to come down again. You follow his question, taking a deep breath to meet him underneath the surface; his excited hands wrapping something around your neck, before he swims in circles as if he’s suddenly got too much energy. You point to yourself, as if to ask if you can keep it- and he nods, wide eyes watching you with a smile that you can’t help but mirror.

You don't quite realize what he's doing.

He however thinks you know. You know that he's courting you, and you're interested in him. You know that he's just given you more than a simple gift. He only believes you're letting him work for it- something he happily does, taking on the challenge as always. He swims closer, holds your shoulders, as his eyes look into yours, his gaze happy and child-like almost. He's close to finally showing you affection- but you suddenly swim to the surface instead.

And even though he knows you only wanted to breathe, he can't help but feel slightly sour at the ruined moment.

"You're awfully happy these days." His mother says, watching her son in the gardens of the palace. "May I ask what has gotten you in such a bright mood?" She asks, and Jungkook doesn't quite know how to break it to her. He knows its not forbidden, knows it has, and does, happen each and every day it seems- but there's still fear inside of him. Theres still hesitation, even though he is not ashamed of what has happened- of what he has done. His mother however notices. "You know you can trust me, right?" She says, and he nods.

Its now or never.

"I've found a mate." He says, and his mother smiles warmly, holding his cheek as she kisses it in congratulation. "Its a human." He says, quietly, hurried- but his mother continues to smile.

"I have suspected as much." She states. "Your friend- Park Jimin- is not very good at talking quietly." She snickers, and Jungkook curses under his breath about how he wants to strangle him. Theres a huge weight lifted off of him however; finally having said it, made it very real to him, in a way- even though it was already.

Because, after all; you were wearing his kingdom's sigil around your neck already. He had claimed you.

He's restless the next time he swims to the shore to meet you again- eager to see you to give you the news of his family's acceptance.

You're late- later than usual, and his brows are furrowed, mood upset at your mannerism. You're usually always on time, always just as eager to see him he thinks- but this time, you're not there. After his anger however, he grows increasingly worried instead. What if something had happened to you instead? Oh what a bad person he would be to be mad at you for getting into an unfortunate situation. As guilt slowly makes his way into his body, claims his muscles, he moves to sit on the stone he usually finds you on. He tries to look around- rain on his skin making it possible to be out way more comfortably.

He spots movement above.

Theres a person he can't make out- throwing something off the cliff down into the sea, and Jungkook clicks his tongue in anger, already upset- but still curious on what it was the person had been so eager to discard. Typically, its tiny things or plastic he finds- but this is something else, he knows.

Underwater, he smells blood.

His pupils contract, eyes widening, as he spots the black bag slowly making its way to the bottom of the sea- red trail leading from it. Its not the blood however that makes him frantic- its the smell of it, of you, that stops his heart.

He gets you out the bag, his anger over the entire situation diminishing into nothing as he holds you close, eyes spotting the deep cut on your side, and the scratches on your face. Unsure where to bring you, he holds you close, brings you onto his back as one of his hands hold yours, your arms around his neck. He swims quickly to the only place he knows you can breathe.

The underwater cave is big enough for now, he thinks, as he brings your body onto the ground, out the water. He doesn't notice he's crying, doesn't quite speak, his native language of clicking sounds and little noises escaping him as he whines out for your attention, waiting for you to wake up somehow. He's been so invested in making you like him and accept him that he's got no idea what to do with a human. Are you cold? How can he warm you up? How does he stop bleeding wounds? How much can you bleed before you die? Are you already dying?

Jungkook doesn't know what to do. So he simply lays by your side, holding you close, in hopes his slightly higher body temperature can keep you warm.

"He's doing the best he can-" Jimin says, Seokjin next to Taehyung as they both lean over your body. Both witches are concentrated, already exhausted, but there's no way they're giving up on you now. Not only because you're important to Jungkook- but because no one deserves to simply die like this.

"I know, I know!" Jungkook huffs out, pupils turned into cat like slits- a clear sign of the absolute terror and chaos inside of him. "What if they're best isn't good enough? Jimin, I can't loose her, you don't understand-" He starts, but Jimin holds the younger one's shoulders, for the first time serious with him.

"I do." He glances at Taehyung. Jimin had saved Taehyung before as well- the young sea witch having been hit by a fisherman's harpoon years ago. Ever since then, Jimin had been attached to the witch like glue. "Trust me, I really do. And they're doing all they can to make sure she's going to be fine." He promises, and Jungkook nods.

All he can do is pray.

When you wake up, there's several things you notice.

First, you're alive. Having a raging headache, and your limbs and muscles feel horribly tender, but you're alive. There's also strings of rope tied to two rock formations acting like a clothing line, several blankets and clothes hanging from it. They don't look human-made to you- the fabrics and designs not something you would think of as regular. There's a bucket and several stained rags- now copper-brown with old blood. Its then that you look down, seeing your cut sewed shut.

You also notice its rather soft underneath you.

Its sheepskin laid over seaweed you notice- the whool soft and fluffy, and warm. Everything seems to be so thoughtfully placed, even some decorative items- you can spot fireflies casually sitting in a jar close by, and burned wood, probably to . Probably to make light during the night. You're tired however, so you simply lay down again. Quite honestly, surely you should fee worried about the situation- but then again, there was no one to miss you, no place you called your home anyways. No use in worrying- because deep down, you had your suspicion.

A Jungkook swims to the surface with the plastic box in his arms, he's careful not to throw it too hard onto the ground. As he steps out the water, he's sure to at least try and his his hands of most the water before he goes to check on the blankets he had brought this early morning. They've dried enough, he notices, and is glad about that, as he picks one up.

You don't have to be cold anymore, he thinks.

He's unnaturally careful for his typical character- his usual behavior quite the opposite as it was now. Now, he's making sure you're properly tucked in, as he notices your eyes watching him.

He freezes, for a moment.

Jungkook hasn't really thought much about what would happen if you were to wake up- after all, Seokjin had told him he was unsure if you were to wake up this early in the first place, and Taehyung didn't even know if you would wake up at all. He'd told his younger brother to be prepared for any reaction really; fear, confusion, maybe even anger. But you seem calm, curious even, and Jungkook decides to sit down in front of your face, waiting.

"You brought me here, right?" You ask, and he nods, eyes not leaving your form.

"You-.. hurt." He points to the spot where your wound had been. "Also hurt." His hand points to your head. "Brothers, helped." He informs you, and you smile, nodding at his words. He suddenly looks at the ground, mumbling. "I.. worried. Thought... you, dying." He tells you, and you sit up slowly again, keeping the blanket around your shoulders.

"I'm not dead though." You say, and he nods. "Thank you, Jungkook. Now we're even." You say, and he tilts his head in confusion- a mannerism you could only think of as cute. "I saved you- you saved me." You say, and he smiles, nodding.

"I-" He starts, leaning forward a bit, now way more energetic and lighthearted as before. "I- we-" He growls a little in frustration, and you cant help but giggle at his troubles- the chirps and clicks escaping him foreign- but somehow, they feel hazy, as if your mind knows the language, but has forgotten what it meant. He's trying so hard you notice, and appreciate. "You like here?" He asks, and points around. You nod, and he beams at you. "I made." He tells you, proudly so.

"I guessed as much. Its very thoughtful of you, thank you." You say, and he nods, happy you like what he did for you. Its not a permanent solution, obviously, but as soon as you're healed well enough, he already planned a new spot for you to come with him.

You just don't know it yet.

There's a weird feeling inside of you.

It's like homesickness, you think. Every time you look at the waters, you feel- sad? It's making you uneasy, and with every day passing by, it just gets worse and worse. But it's today, that you cant take it.

When you dip your legs into the water, it soothes an ache you can't recognize ever having. It helps your skin, it somehow feels as if you're breathing again. But It's not enough, you think- before you let yourself fall into the deep end.

You're floating.

It's like leaving a stuffy and crowded mall, just to stand in a park, fresh air after it had rained, and light breeze clearing your head. Everything is silent, but not at the same time- the water around you feeling as if you're being hugged, held. It makes you relax, makes you let go, makes you only exist for a moment.

You're floating.

And there's a sudden wave of realization that you're also breathing. There's no water in your lungs- or maybe there is, and you just don't feel it being there. Darkness surrounds you as you don't know where you are exactly- theres no telling where is where, no way to know if you're upright or not. Maybe you've died?

Did you drown?

If you did, it would explain Jungkook being there. He's swimming towards you with a face full of worry, as he grabs your wrist and holds you close. "I can't even let you out of my sight for a mere day it seems, my love." He sighs, and your eyes widen. Its almost comedic how his own do the same, focusing on your neck, as he touches.

You're sensitive, and shift away from his touch.

"It-" He starts, now holding your shoulders, as he begins to smile. "It worked! It really did- by the dragon kind, you look absolutely divine!" He laughs, and can't help but hold your hands, eyes roaming your appearance, as you don't quite get it- until you follow his gaze.

Just like him, there's fins now on the sides of your calfs, smaller ones on your ankles as well. Theres also ones decorating your outer forearms- they look like the ones you'd always see on goldfish as a kid. There's something alike to scales as well, but barely noticable. "I- what happened to me?" You ask, and Junkook smiles.

"You.. almost died." He admits, taking your hand and swimming to what you assume is back towards the cave. "You had been robbed during the day, and when I found you.. well, you know what happened." He says. "While you were asleep, we were thinking about what to do. There was no way you would survive as a human- so, a friend of mine- Taehyung- performed a ritual, together with Seokjin, my brother." He says. You finally spot light, glad to be able to have at least some form of orientation. "I'm glad you're adjusting so quickly, my love." He states, smiling at you.

You notice the petname again.

"Jungkook-" You start, as you both reach the cave again, sitting on the edge of where the ground of the cave meets the water. "Why are you.. calling me that?" You ask, and Jungkook seems confused.

"Why do you ask?" He questions. And you don't quite follow, until he continues. "You're my mate- I am only addressing you as such."

Your eyes widen. "Wait- we're-" You start, and its only then that it clicks in Jungkooks head.

"Oh." He says- the dissapointment bitter and evident in his voice. "You.. didn't know?" He asks, and you shake your head, unsure what he means. "I see.." He tells you, suddenly distant. "I.. will bring you breakfast tomorrow.. sleep well." He abruptly says, and before you can say anything, he's already gone.

What just happened?

"There you are!" A voice says, deeper than Jungkooks, but not unfamiliar. Taehyung had been visiting and bringing you food and nescessities ever since that talk with Jungkook. This time, however, Taehyung seems like he wants to say something. You look at him, silently urging him, and he sits down next to you, sighing.

"Does he hate me?" You ask, quietly, and Taehyung looks sad.

"He could never." He says. "He just.. didn't take the rejection well. He'll need time to come around. It won't take that much time- his mother is already trying to get a new partner for him." He explains, and your head whips around towards him. "I- you.. did reject him, right?" He asks, slowly. "You do.. not love him, right?" He urges again, and you groan suddenly, throwing your face into your hands.

"Oh my god I'm so stupid.." You say. "It all.. everything was so overwhelming, I didn't even notice what he was doing." You cry into your hands, as Taehyungs hand places itself onto your back, trying to soothe you. "I though.. especially after I found out about his status.." You mumble. "How could he want me?" You ask, and Taehyung sighs.

"Head up, little siren." He says. "He's still able to hear you sing, if you want to." He says, and you look at him.

"But how?" You say. "I have no idea where the kingdom, or anything really is. And he won't come see me until its too late." You say.

"Well-" Taehyung says, standing up, and holding out his hand. "-allow me to escort the future princess to her lover."

"How did you find me?" He simply asks, not turning around, as you float closer. "I'm sorry, but I still need time to.. get over-" He starts, but you don't let him finish, instead leaning into his back, your arms around his middle.

"I'm stupid." You say. "I'm really, really stupid." He shakes his head, but you continue. "Just because I didn't realize- doesn't mean that I don't feel anything for you." You say. "I just.. felt unworthy, I guess. Insignificant." You admit, and he turns around, holding your face in his hands.

"You really are not gifted with the mind of the dragons king, my love." He states teasingly, the glimmer in his eyes returning. "My status means nothing to me, if that meant I could not have you." He says, and you lean forward, capturing his lips. "I hope you know what this meant, at least." He teases, and your eyes widen, scared you might've done something wrong. "It means you love me." He says, and you chuckle.

"Good." You say. "Because I do."

Even though he thinks you looked like a goddess reborn in your white and pearl decorated gown from the wedding, he enjoys you without it, close to him, just as much. He's alive, he's feeling, he's in love, as his hands move over your skin, his senses filled with you and nothing else.

The sounds you make for him are sweeter than any siren's song he's ever heard or could ever sing himself. No member of his kind is as enchanting as you, he decides, as he bites and kisses the sensitive skin of your neck. Jimin had teased him relentlessly the entire evening and night by trying to send you sweet words, to which you didn't react- but that didn't mean that it didn't piss him off.

You were his.

His princess- and soon to be queen, one day.

And he's planning on making that very evident, as he marks up your skin with little bites, visible for everyone to see. He wants everyone to know, even though by tomorrow, the entire Kingdom will celebrate the marriage of its prince anyways. He's more than ready to show you off, to hold you close, to have people see the divine being at his side that's you.

It's only natural for his hands to roam your skin, for his lips to worhip every inch it seems, as you reach out for his hand every second it leaves you. It's painfully endearing he thinks, how you can be so innocent and pure, while he's between your legs, performing the sinful act of pleasuring you with his mouth.

You pull him towards you, as you straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him. He's in god's divine lands he thinks, as he suddenly feels you sinking down on his awaiting length. You fit around him perfectly, more so than he could've ever imagined. And as you both move, he holds you close, happy that here, in his world, he doesn't need to breathe.

He can kiss you as long as he wants.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. I spilled strawberry milk on my poor laptop while writing this.