#was an entertainer so he must have heard this routine at some point

[cloudwisp]

football player!gojo x cheerleader!reader

contents: fluff, suggestive. he's a little bit (a lot) of a playboy but he's absolutely smitten with you. nothing coherent, just vibes. 1.6k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ I’ve been watching early 2000s romcoms and this idea has been stuck in my head ever since. ꒱

⭒ You’re newly recruited on the cheerleading squad, and that alone caught Gojo’s attention when he spots a pretty new girl stretching her arms and legs in the open field at the start of practice. You’ve heard about him, of course. The girls like to share stories about him and the most popular jocks in school along with crushes and boyfriends in the locker room. They say he’s good in bed but never sticks around long enough for something serious. Always seen with a different girl each week and they can only hope and dream to be his one and only someday.

⭒ You have to admit that he’s good looking, so unfairly handsome with quick wits and good humor that will keep you entertained for hours in his company. He always gets the best grades too and comes from a wealthy background that makes you think he must be God’s favorite. Especially when you get a glimpse of his sculpted body when he pulls his shirt over his head one afternoon. It’s a delicious sight and you’re brought back down to earth at the sound of your teammates squealing over him. Just what can’t he do? And what doesn’t he have? You’re sure every guy wants to be him, and every girl wants to be with him.

⭒ Gojo approaches you with the few minutes of spare time before warm up officially takes place, offering you some assistance if you need help with your stretches—it’s good for your flexibility and he highlights the importance of the proper techniques to prevent injury or so he says. You know his game, he must view you as this shiny new toy and that’s why he’s interested but who says you can’t have a little fun too? So you accept his kind offer, and a smirk tugs at his lips as he helps you relieve your sore limbs from practice the day before and running your routine again and again.

⭒ This position seems dangerous, with you lying on your back and one leg extended on the ground while he moves the other toward your chest with your knee straightened. You didn’t expect him to use his body to reach those tight muscles in your hamstrings when he placed your ankle just at his shoulder and he pressed his body forward to stretch you nice and good. You’re insanely flexible as he was able to close the distance between you two with just a few inches apart, and it makes his head spin when he’s close to you like this. The soft moan that leaves your lips makes the blood rush from his brain to somewhere lower and he has to restrain himself from doing something inappropriate. He wants to hear more of you and be the reason for those pretty sounds.

⭒ Of course, this caught the attention of majority of your teammates and some of the football players. It’s an enviable situation you both have found yourselves in, but you truly don’t have any real expectations from him other than that he mostly wants you for your body. Perhaps you could say the same thing about him, in the event that you and Gojo have a fling of sorts—you’d know to keep some emotional distance from him just to save yourself from any real attachment and heartbreak. You’re not so naive to get your hopes up and believe he’ll change his ways just for you, but maybe you do want to make the most out of your highschool experience.

⭒ Though, he does have a certain charm that you’re not exactly immune to and his sweet way with words that you’ve seen so many girls fall for. So when he gets straight to the point that he wants to take you out to dinner this Friday, you suppose you want to mess with him a little. “I’ve got my eyes set on someone else,” you tell him and he follows your line of sight until he sees where you’re looking. He feels his stomach drop as he realizes you’re interested in his best friend. “Geto? You’re interested in Geto?” You glance back at Gojo and leave him with a sweet smile and your thanks for the stretches, and he can’t ignore the pang of jealousy in his chest.

⭒ There are plenty of girls falling at his feet, but only you occupy his mind since he had first laid eyes on you. He experienced rejection maybe once or twice before and was able to move onto the next with no hard feelings, but something about you still intrigues him. Like he genuinely wants to know what goes on in that pretty head of yours, what warms and touches your heart, what makes your soul feel nourished and fulfilled. He wants to be with you, even outside of anything sexual because you are someone special and he can feel it.

⭒ He likes calling you by the nickname Angel, and it does make your heart flutter when it’s paired with that cute grin of his. You always greet him back with that bright smile of yours, and he normally wouldn’t be this fixated on a single person for weeks that slowly stretch into months but you have that kind of effect on him. Maybe you have him wrapped around your finger and he doesn’t even know it yet. But what Gojo knows is that he craves being around you (and getting into your personal space), learning every small detail and habit about you through observation, and keeping an open ear to your off-hand stories about your life or daily events. He looks forward to seeing you every single day more than he cares to admit.

⭒ He never stops his advances, trying to get you to give him a chance and he went to great lengths just for you to look his way. He doesn’t know what finally did it, but you suddenly agree to reserve a Friday night just for him when he chats you up after practice. He almost couldn’t believe his ears at first, his brain short-circuits for a split second when he’d normally be so smug about securing a date with anyone else. But you aren’t just another girl to him, he can tell that much. His expression quickly changes into a wide grin, “I’ll pick you up at seven, take you somewhere nice. How's that sound, angel?”

⭒ He arrives at your place promptly at the appointed time and parks his nice car in the driveway. He steps out with a bouquet of roses, taking a deep breath as he straightens himself before walking to your doorstep to ring the bell—never once in his life has he felt jitters like this. Except maybe before a big game, but still you manage to make the palms of his hand sweat in his anticipation for you to answer the door. And when you do, you knock the air right out of his lungs with your hair and makeup and dress that hugs your curves in all the right places. “Wow, you look… beautiful.” He says, holding up the flowers to you with a lovesick smile. When you tell him that he looks handsome too with the use of his surname—he sweetly requests that you call him Satoru.

⭒ Gojo’s inexperienced when it comes to relationships, and he warns you about that and understands that it won’t be easy to win your trust and heart given his reputation. But he promises that you’re the only girl that has made him feel this way, and he’s trying to make this work because he’s serious about you and wants something real as long as you’ll have him. You want to believe him yet a small part of you doubts his words. You’re still going to give him a chance to prove that small voice in your head wrong, but you won’t be so quick to fall for him. Because even if it doesn’t work out between you two, at least you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

⭒ He can’t promise that he’ll be perfect or that he won’t mess up. And that much is true when he takes you to a regular date spot that he had brought a couple of girlfriends to previously. That explains why he recommends the lobster pasta to you which led you to ask if he’s been here with someone before. He notices your disappointment and how you shrug it off by saying you’re just grateful he’s taking you out on a date. His hand rests over yours on the table and he apologizes for hurting your feelings. He did want to make you feel special and important, not like just another girl he’s taking to this restaurant. He feels like a complete idiot for not realizing his mistake, and it won’t happen again in the future.

⭒ Gojo can clearly see now that he has so much to learn if he wants to make you happy. And he can almost feel like you're having second thoughts about him—but he does care about you, and more than anything he wants you to believe that he does. He’s not looking for a quick fix, and he hates how he made you feel like you’re a temporary distraction to him. But he supposes that old habits die hard. When he walks you to your doorstep, he promises you again and crosses his heart that he’s in it for the long haul and he’ll show you how much you mean to him and make you forget all about those doubts and fears.

꒰ note ᰔ some more thoughts is that he gets irrationally jealous when you tell him you’ve already had your first kiss and he follows your rule to keep his hands to himself until the fourth date. thank you for reading if you reached the end -blows you a kiss- ꒱

[aimbutmiss]

Mihawk was surprised when Crocodile came up to him with the idea of Cross Guild, which was surprising in itself, because it took a lot to get such reaction out of the stoic man. Mihawk's initial reaction was to assume Crocodile had finally gone mad after his fall from grace. But it didn't take him long to see the full picture. Buggy's debt and the sheer amount of men who adored him in his crew...he could be used easily and efficiently. But Mihawk didn't care about all that. He wasn't a businessman like Crocodile, he didn't care about money or power like him. But despite this, he still agreed. There were two main reasons why he did so:

1- He was bored. With Zoro and Perona gone, he was left on his own on his dreary island. (No offence to the humandrills, but they weren't exactly good company) At first he was quite happy about his situation, he did value his solidarity after all. However, that bliss didn't last very long. He quickly found his usual routine to be repetitive and dreadful, more and more as the days passed. Losing his warlord status right after triggered a fuse in his mind. He could do anything he wanted (not that the government ever got in the way of him doing as he pleased) but he realised that he didn't know what it was that he wanted. Crocodile's offer reminded him of the offhand conversations he used to have with Shanks at dirty bars, which brings us to the second point:

2- He was very intrigued by Buggy. Shanks babbled a lot after he had a bit too much to drink, more than usual at least. But he would still have some level of awareness no matter how drunk he was, never letting his guard completely down. This was not the case with Mihawk. They were close friends, something even more at some point, so Shanks felt comfortable enough to open the dam holding back his words around him. Mihawk appreciated this, not only because it was a huge show of trust, but also because of how entertaining his stories were. Stories about wars and victories, the Pirate King and Dark King Rayleigh... It was all so intriguing. But everything somehow always circled back around to one man: Buggy. Mihawk had never heard of him before, but if Shanks' words were to go by he must have been truly exceptional. Shanks used to have this lovesick look on his face whenever he talked about his old friend, sometimes even straight up sobbing in front of him. This man, who was on Gold Roger's crew and made Shanks fall head over heels in love, perplexed Mihawk. How could such a man exist, hiding his existence for so long? Oh, how he longed to meet him.

Unfortunately for Mihawk, their first meeting didn't go according to plan. Marineford was a mess. He wasn't very interested in the government's goals, he just wanted to see how far straw hat would go. That boy's potential shone so bright, it didn't surprise him one bit that red hair also saw it. What he didn't expect at all though, was to run into the Buggy from Shanks' stories, who was being used like a human shield by straw hat. So, it didn't phase Mihawk one bit when his sword cut straight through the man but he quickly put himself back together. The blue hair, the red nose, this couldn't possibly be anyone else. Mihawk had a certain image of Buggy in his mind, but that all shattered at one look at this man-baby in front of him. There was no way this was the man Shanks was praising left and right, right? Or perhaps, Shanks' stories were always tinted with rose coloured glasses and very far from the truth. How disappointing. But still, something didn't sit well in Mihawk's mind. There must have been some amount of truth to the words he heard. He wanted to see more, but unfortunately didn't have the opportunity to catch the clown again, with Shanks arriving and all. Yet here it was, two years later, Crocodile was handing him a second chance on a silver platter. He simply couldn't refuse.

And so, he agreed to playing house with Crocodile. It was obvious why the man had reached out to him instead of, literally anyone else. Mihawk was strong. He had a strong hold on the use of haki, which the other man lacked. He could easily protect them while Crocodile ran the business part of things. They would work well together, covering each other's weak points. The more obvious reason though, was the fact that Mihawk happened to be one of the very few people Crocodile got along with. That man had a habit of making enemies of everyone he came across, which was not surprising considering he wasn't very likable. But that never bothered Mihawk, he did like a challenge.

The more he got to know Buggy, the more he hated the man, which was not what he was going for at all. He tried his best to see any good traits in him, but repeatedly failed to do so. The man was like a soggy, wet mop, who cried at any chance. He was way too easy to push around, and Mihawk kept doing it because the damn clown was so annoying. His voice, his mannerisms all got on his nerves. This was it, giving up was the only choice. There was no way this clown had any redeemable quality. Shanks was just more insane than he initially thought, whatever. It was just wasted time, and he wouldn't waste any more of it.

Just as he had decided on his departure from Cross Guild and had mentally prepared himself to clash with Crocodile (which he really didn't want to do, he actually liked the man) fate decided this was not the end. All the stalking he did payed off as slowly, he started seeing the clown in a new light. It was the small things at first. The man clearly cared for his crew, and it was almost sweet. He'd always put aside time to train in acrobatics with Cabaji, and to groom Richie with Mohji. He and Alvida had tea time together, giving the woman her much needed gossip time. He was more silent with his closer confidants, he let them do the talking while he listened. He let Cabaji teach him new moves, to help him out when he struggled. He laughed at Mohji's horrible jokes. And it wasn't that boisterous clown laugh, oh no, it was much more...quiet. Yet somehow more vibrant. It was genuine. He let Alvida paint his nails, and let Richie lick his face even when it got red and irritated. He was usually known for his grand gestures as the "genius jester", but he showed his love much more subtly to his friends. It was almost refreshing to see the difference. Almost like the usual Buggy was a performance, a show. And Mihawk was finally seeing the backstage.

Then, one day, he ran into him in the library. He was in his colourful pyjamas, hair tied into a bun and no clown makeup to cover his face. No makeup. One look into his sea green eyes and Mihawk finally started to understand what Shanks must have been thinking. This man was beautiful. And he was holding one of his favourite books.

"D-do you want me to leave? Because I totally can! I'll be out of here in a jiffy-"

"No need. You may stay."

Mihawk didn't know what came over him, but he walked over to the other man. "I quite enjoyed that one. Which chapter are you on?"

And just like that, their unofficial book club started. Buggy was a lot more clever than he let on. Mihawk quite enjoyed listening to his opinions about the books they read. One day, it stopped just being books. They'd talk about anything and everything. Mihawk hated to admit it, but this was exactly what he was missing on Kuraigana: companionship. He felt comfortable with Buggy, and it felt way too easy to fall into a routine with him. Buggy was knowledgeable on a lot of things. He knew chemistry and physics, spending a lot of time in his workshop working on his bombs. He was also a stellar navigator. Clearly his apprenticeship under Roger hadn't been for nothing like it seemed. And when he spoke of old tales, he wouldn't smile like Shanks did. His eyes were carrying sadness and sorrow Mihawk couldn't comprehend. How fascinating, that the same experiences can bring completely different emotions to different people.

When he wanted to try to see Buggy more from red hair's perspective, his goal wasn't falling in love. But that's exactly what happened. It happened all too quickly. He got back into his farming and cooking hobby, because now he felt he had a reason to settle down on Karai Bari. A lot of his cooking ended up on Buggy's plate. Unintentionally, at first, but it made the clown so happy that Mihawk didn't have it in himself to stop. If anything, he started to spend a lot more time in the kitchen. And the escalation of their relationship wasn't one sided, Buggy had also started feeling more comfortable around him. (Which definitely didn't make Mihawk fill with warmth) He started asking things of him like "Can you brush my hair?" "Can you watch me perform this trick?" and Mihawk found that he was losing his ability to say no at an alarming rate. He was falling for the man. He took that revelation with grace, he wasn't the type to deny his feelings, unlike a certain someone. (Crocodile's denial of his feelings for Buggy is a whole other story that was happening consecutively to all this) And as he watched Buggy polish Yoru with careful hands and focused eyes, he found it all too easy to understand Shanks. No wonder this man had an army of men following him, willing to do anything he said. Buggy the Clown was dangerous, and he just added Mihawk's name to his long list of victims.

Mihawk's mouth curved upwards as he took the shiny sword from a smiling Buggy. He found that just this once, he didn't mind being a victim at all.

[scatteredskittless]

Greetings fellow human, I recently found you and I must say, I love your writing and especially the layout of the posts.

I might also suggest an Idea for you with Alastor.

How 'bout a very passionate painter reader getting their nightly inspiration and staying up all night, also listening to loud music. And maybe being a little messy with the paint, like it somehow ending up on the face or different unusual spots.

Would love to see you write it in whatever form you prefer. Hope to read something from you soon.

And keep in mind, you're doing a great job and keep being amazing <3

Alastor x Painter! Reader

A/n: Omg I used to paint a lot and the places said paint would get?? How it ended up like literally all over me I’m not sure 😭😭 Also thank you so much !!

Warnings: None :3

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

📻𖤐 Alastor finds you very talented and enjoys getting to see all of your little creations and masterpieces !!

📻𖤐 Bonus points if they’re a bit disturbing or dark, he’d love stuff like that (“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable” — Cesar A. Cruz)

📻𖤐 The only thing he isn’t particularly fond of in regards to your passion, however, is how little sleep you’re getting because of it.

📻𖤐 Your sleep schedule is completely fucked because of how often you get inspiration while trying to go to bed at night, because of course you just have to get up and go paint it every time.

📻𖤐 Oh and how messy you can get whilst you paint… which Alastor doesn’t actually mind as much as he wants you to think he does.

📻𖤐 He can shake his head and tut about it all he wants but he can’t deny the fact that getting to clean you up is something he enjoys doing for you.

📻𖤐 Plus, it’s always entertaining to see all the peculiar places the paint ends up on you each time he does. From your cheeks to your arms to more unusual places like your ears… it genuinely never does get old in his eyes ♡

It was another one of those nights. You were lying in your bed, trying to get some sleep and all of a sudden you got an amazing idea for a painting !! You couldn’t help but get up to go bring your ideas to life on a fresh canvas :-)

You went on with your usual routine, playing some music as you got your stuff all set up. Once everything was ready, off you were into your own little world as you painted away at 2:30 at night

Fortunately and unfortunately for Alastor, your room was right beside his. The walls were quite thin in the hotel.. even so, the loud music blaring wasn’t exactly hard to miss but it was even harder to fully relax with it playing.

You usually stopped your painting at around 7 or 8 in the morning so he figured this was going to be a long night….. he sighed to himself and went back to reading for a while (or at least attempting to for around 10 minutes or so.)

Eventually he did recognize a song you had playing, you’d played it for him before. It was after his time but he did quite like the melody

That’s when he got an idea of his own. his undying grin growing slightly as he bookmarked his book, set it to the side and made his way next door to your room.

He knocked on your door three times, waiting outside of it patiently as he heard you set your painting materials down. His ears twitched slightly.

Once you answered the door he waltzed inside cheerfully, not giving you a chance to speak or ask why he was here.

“Salutations my dear!! Up to the usual, I assume?” Alastor would ask, taking a curious look at the canvas you had been working on before glancing back over at you.

You gave him a smile and nodded “Yeah.. got a little inspiration and wanted to paint it before I forgot it.”

“Hm. Well, would it be too much to ask to pull you away from your work for a while?” He raised a brow as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, offering you his hand; offering a dance. And honestly you weren’t too surprised.

With a giggle and the grow of your smile, you happily took his hand and let him pull you closer to him as you two began to dance to the song playing in the background, your little masterpiece-in-progress long forgotten as you swayed with your favourite Radio Demon.

Please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my fanfictions/headcanons/writing without permission ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ Scatteredskittles

[an-annyeoing-writer]

vampire!Baekhyun x Reader: sweet bloody talk. [+18]

Word count: 7 479

Date of release: 5th November 2023

Warnings: s*xual content, mentions of blood.

Author's notes: @synthetickitsune I swear I had the entire draft ready before you posted yours, but I feel like we have one shared brain cell for some things LOL

The first thing you took note of upon entering the club was that the music was better than you expected from the mediocre and obscure premise. This type of music was not something you usually heard in dancing places – it was more on the heavy side, and it gave off the vibe of 80’s goths and black platform heels adorned with spikes. Not your regular music choice, but you couldn’t say that you were disappointed.

It was supposed to be just a few hours of relax. You felt a bit distraught recently, with books and other home entertainments feeling like you’re starting to drown in a routine. You needed a variety, even though your friends group consisted mostly of people who didn’t care for parties, and you yourself had no idea as to what people are supposed to do at one. Even the club was something you found online and not through a recommendation. You were shamelessly aware that you chose it just because the menu appeared cheaper than in others, and they would let ladies in for free if they wore heels. A bit sexist in your opinion, but free entry was free entry after all.

The place wasn’t too crowded, but the spots by the bar were all busy, and with the customers gathered around – a lot of them for such an early hour – you quickly came to a conclusion that you’d rather sit down somewhere else and look around to see if there’s anything for you to do.

You hated dancing.

It’s not that it was impossible to sway from one side to the other on repeat. But you were awfully aware how lame it must have looked while done by someone who didn’t represent excess of physical appeal, and so, since it didn’t bring you any joy either, you avoided it at all costs. For the same reason, the dancing floor was definitely not an interesting place to look at. And besides, everyone was still too sober for their dancing skills to become entertaining.

The spot you found, a bar chair by a tall, round table with the top made of glass, was a good lookout point. A row of tables like such was on a not so tall podium along the wall, so the heads of the people were a bit below and you could see the entire ground floor of the club very well. Guests were still coming in.

There was a part of the club, though, that, although in the range of your sight, didn’t appear reachable at all – the upper floor. A balcony with glass balustrade shined above the heads of all people gathered in the dancing floor. The VIP zone.

Your eyes, bored of looking down, traveled up automatically, trying to have a look at anyone there. You suspected that the VIP zone of such an average place was occupied by college students and corporates going at party nights. In fact, the only person that was looking out the balustrade at the moment, with his eyes fixated somewhere by the bar, was a tall and well-built boy who could as well be a basketball player, dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. You snorted quietly, realizing that in any of the books you read, he would be a multimillionaire, spotting an average girl in the crowd below, falling in love at the first sight…

“Whatcha looking at?”

You jumped and almost fell off your chair at the voice that sounded out next to you.

Your eyes shot to the person who was currently sitting in the chair next to yours, watching you with a polite, non-intrusive smile. Although the fact you didn’t notice him join in freaked you out, he didn’t appear ill-intended. Yet, you didn’t miss a small smirk in the corner of his lip at the sudden reaction that you graced his question with.

“Oh… Nothing, really, just people” you answered, composing yourself. A small part of you wanted to carry on some sort of conversation just to not stay completely alienated for the rest of the night. But the remaining part of you had no idea, how. “How’s your evening?” you asked out of no better choice.

The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and smiled widely, acknowledging that you’re not against the interaction.

“A bit boring, to be honest. I came here with some friends, but they all already busied themselves with stuff. What about you? Who did you come with?”

His voice was tender and careful, and his face looked very soft. You took a moment to acknowledge a simple baseball cap on his head, pulled on a bit too low so that he had to tilt his head backwards to see what’s on his eye level. He also wore a black, plain bomber jacket that made you think he’s a part of some college team – but there were no logos or other signs anywhere that would hint to his affiliation. In fact, you quickly came to the conclusion that it’s just his fashion choice.

“I actually came here alone” you blabbered without a second thought. “I’m not really a party person, to be honest…”

“Oh. I can tell.”

“Huh?”

Should you feel offended? Your face must have betrayed the uncertainty, because the man’s eyes widened and he visibly panicked at the social mistake.

“No, wait, sorry. It’s just that… if a stranger asks you about who you came with, even if you come alone, you should lie. It’s dangerous to let people know that.” he elaborated.

That actually made sense, you realized. Heck, you must have really had no self-preservation skills if you didn’t think of that before.

“Oh… I, um, thank you? For letting me know?” You scratched your head awkwardly.

He pressed his lips together – you took note of how his cheeks looked sort of cute and squishable when he did that – and smoothly hopped off the seat.

“I think it’s the time for me. Thank you for the talk.” He nodded his head politely and turned around, disappearing in the crowd before you could react appropriately.

You let out a defeated sigh. You came to this party to have a relaxing evening, but you must have messed up your possibly only chance to have a conversation with someone sober and not a creep. People were starting to slowly get drunk and you had a feeling that anytime soon, the only people coming up for a talk would be drunk college boys that the club was at this time of the year full of.

You glanced hopefully up at the glass balustrade of the VIP zone, but this time there was no one in sight.

It must have been around midnight when you looked at yourself in the club’s bathroom mirror, taking note of the tiredness heaving down your features. You were bored out of your mind, the music was echoing in your skull way too loud at this point, and the little alcohol you had in the meantime only made you a bit distraught rather than relaxed. Those were signs that it was definitely the time to go home.

You wrapped your trench coat around yourself as you left the building and went into the dark street. Cold wind hit your ankles, clad in nothing but a thin layer of stockings that you wore underneath the dress.

You stood nearby the main entrance, reaching out to your phone. You still contemplated whether to order a ride or to seek a cheaper alternative, seeing as the travel by feet must have not been too far from there, and maybe even you could even catch the night bus?

“Hi, are you alone?”

You whipped your head to where the voice was coming from, way too close for your liking.

A man was approaching you at a pace you weren’t sure if you should be comfortable with. His eyes were shining from the amount of alcohol consumed. He swayed to the sides ever so slightly as he walked.

It took you a solid moment to realize you’ve seen him once before – on the balustrade. He must have been on his way home as well.

“Um… I’m going home” you replied a bit shakily when he approached you. With how much taller than you he was, he didn’t have to try hard to hover above you in a hopefully unwittingly threatening posture.

“Will you be okay? I can get you a ride” he spoke sluggishly.

You couldn’t tell just how wary of him you should be; although he didn’t seem ingenuine and it was just the alcohol that made him appear creepy, you reminded yourself that it’s still a stranger. You glanced towards the club – the entry was a bit too far for your liking, but unless he became physical, you should be able to get back and ask for someone to help you out, was he to become too pushy.

“Please let me get you home” he suddenly spoke, sensing your unease. “I won’t bite you, I promise” he added. “I’ve already had enough for today, they don’t taste any good when I’m this drunk” he kept on blabbering and you lifted your eyebrow at the peculiarity of his statement.

“Chanyeol? What the hell are you doing here?”

The two of you turned around to look at the man coming from the club. The silhouette was too dark with the lights in the background, so you couldn’t make out his features well.

“Nothing” the man answered, shaking his head. “I just met this girl and she’s alone and I told her I won’t bite her but I think she’s scared of me” he whined.

Only when the newcomer came close enough, you realized that he also is not an unfamiliar face. The baseball cap betrayed him even before his squishy cheeks did. He spared you a glance and tilted his head to the side, apparently also acknowledging that you’re not a complete stranger. His eyes fell on his friend again.

“Aish, how would you get her home when you’re this drunk? Come and join the rest, we’ll be going home soon.”

“Then you take her home. She’s alone, Baekhyun, girls shouldn’t be alone. What if someone bites her when she’s alone?”

You frowned deeply, having no idea about what was all this weird conversation about. The man – Baekhyun – glanced at you once every few seconds, as though checking your reactions, and he was clearly displeased with the way things were going. He finally sighed.

“You talk too much, Yeol. Come on, let’s go.”

The man named Chanyeol huffed, but finally gave up and started moving back towards the entrance.

Baekhyun stayed behind, only making sure that his friend has gone in the right direction, and then looked at you with his face unreadable.

“Sorry for that. He didn’t mean anything bad, he just doesn’t control his tongue when he’s drunk.”

“Yeah… I could tell… Sorry.”

He lifted his eyebrow.

“Don’t say sorry when you haven’t done anything bad.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Are you sure it’s just parties that you’re not into? It looks like you don’t have much human interaction at all” he commented with a smirk. You laughed awkwardly.

“I usually handle it better, really. Not like, very good, but I swear I’m not an alien.”

He laughed warmly.

“Thank God, I was starting to consider giving you a ride too, but what if I had to get you back on another planet? Don’t have enough gas for that” he joked. It was quite lame of a joke, but you couldn’t help but utter a small laugh. After a bit of alcohol and at this hour, it was hard not to go alone with the lame sense of humor.

“Was it your way of offering a ride?” you dared to ask.

Baekhyun grinned.

“Maybe. Would you like?”

“I…” You bit on your lip, suddenly realizing that the offer had probably more to it than a mere act of kindness. “…don’t want to give you hope for something I can’t give” you stated carefully.

The man’s smile fell.

“Don’t ever worry about things like that. It’s not your problem if someone gets hope for something you never offered yourself. I just felt like giving you a ride, you don’t need to think of ways to return a favor or anything.” He appeared satisfied with his speech, and hid hands in the pockets of his jacket, soft and reassuring smile returning to his face.

You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, a relief washing over you and a smile appearing on your own face as well.

“That’s… nice” you only answered. “In this case, I’d love to get home with you. I… I mean-” you realized your words were a bit ambiguous. “…You know what I mean.”

Baekhyun only laughed warmly.

“I know, I know. Come on, I parked nearby.” He pulled car keys out of his pocket and swung them in the air. “But, by the way, don’t just accept rides from strangers. It’s dangerous.”

Baekhyun’s car was more comfortable than the public transport you were used to, and also sitting in the front felt way nicer than the backseats of a taxi. The music was calmer and quieter than in the club, and although it also wasn’t the genre you were used to, it almost lulled you to sleep as the two of you sat in a pleasant silence for about half of the ride.

“Won’t your friends get worried that you didn’t come back to them?” you eventually spoke, trying to start a conversation. Your time together appeared to be limited, and you didn’t want to waste a chance to get to know the man better.

“I shot them a message” Baekhyun replied with his gaze fixated on the changing lights and the cars in the intersection. “I wasn’t drinking because I was supposed to be their ride but they also met some people at the party, so they’ll be fine” he elaborated.

“Ah, I see. Well. I’m lucky that you were supposed to be the ride anyway” you shrugged. Baekhyun smiled at that but didn’t continue the conversation.

You were still a few minutes away from your apartment and you really, really didn’t want the ride to end so quickly. Even silence in Baekhyun’s presence was just too comfortable. How was it possible that you felt so much ease with a man you barely met? Maybe it was because his comments regarding your safety seemed to be genuine, and you appreciated them. Maybe they were just his way of getting your trust, but you just didn’t seem to mind.

There were still other questions you could use to get him to talk to you.

“I just recalled, what were those things your friend was talking about? I know he was drunk, but he mentioned biting like two or three times. What’s up with that?”

Baekhyun’s eyes narrowed slightly. Slight tension in his jaw didn’t pass your attention either.

“Uh…” He shrugged after a moment of thought. “Consider it an inside joke in our group of friends.”

“An inside joke?” You genuinely laughed. “Maybe you’re the aliens? What if your car gets me on the Moon instead of home?”

The man laughed awkwardly.

“Well, we’re peculiar in our own ways. But I promise the car is earthly” he assured with a grin.

You knew the area pretty well and it didn’t take long before you arrived at your address, Baekhyun’s car coming to a stop almost opposite of the building entry. The man turned the engine off and got up, opening the door for you before you even prepared yourself to leave the vehicle. You got out hurriedly and quickly straightened your clothes.

“You good? You got everything?” he asked, glancing at the seat to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything. You nodded.

“Thank you. Really.”

“You’re welcome.” His voice was tender and calm, but you had a feeling that the unspoken question is there.

You cleared your throat.

“Um… Would you… like to come upstairs?”

“Hm?”

Because of what he said before, you were certain he did not want to make any assumptions or take things for granted. Yet, you didn’t want to leave him in the dark, and you were positive that for his honesty, he deserved some transparency from your side as well.

“Just…”

Yet, were you ready to offer more than you initially planned? What was there to lose, after all?

But how would you feel if he rejected you, or if you didn’t meet the expectations – that was so not like you to offer such a thing, and you never wanted to have short-term partners to begin with.

But Baekhyun clearly was a gentleman, and if he was to reject you, it would have to be out of care and not because you disappointed him. Or at least you desperately wanted to believe so.

And besides, why would he reject you if he went out of his way to give you a ride home? Even if he was mature enough not to expect anything, it’s not like he would offer it to someone who didn’t spike at least an ounce of his interest.

“[F/n]?”

You jumped at the sound of your name; you must have drowned in your thoughts instead of answering the question.

“Oh. Sorry. I um… It’s not a situation I’m usually in. But I just… don’t want this evening to end this fast.”

“You know you don’t owe me anything, right?” He announced calmly, but there was some shade of threat in the way he said it, as if there was something urging him to give you the last chance to take it back and part your ways.

“I know. That’s why I don’t promise anything. But I want to try. You’re… fun to be around.”

At that, his face instantly lightened, and he chuckled softly.

“Thank you. You’re fun to be around, too.”

The night was chilly, and so you welcomed with gratitude the warmth that surrounded you the moment you entered your apartment. The place was rather decent as for one person inhabiting it, and you rented it at a rather cheap price from an elderly lady who at some age decided to move in with her family. Although you were allowed to refurnish it, you actually enjoyed the old style of creaking floor and black-and-white pictures on the walls covered in an old wallpaper. Even the old TV remained in its place, although it wasn’t catching the signal anymore. Baekhyun looked around curiously.

“You live here alone?” he asked.

“Yeah. But it’s not mine, I’m renting for another few years” you elaborated while taking off your coat and shoes, motioning for Baekhyun to do the same. “I’d like to buy my own but it’s still a while before I can even afford a mortgage.” The man nodded slowly in acknowledgment, following you cautiously as you soon entered the kitchen, turning on all the small lights on the way, making sure that the whole apartment was at least partially lit. “Bathroom is over there if you need” you briefly waved in the right doors’ direction. “You want something to eat?”

Baekhyun’s metaphorical ears perked up. He saw you point at the fridge.

“Oh. Maybe later, thank you.”

“Later?” you grinned. “Just how long are you planning to stay in here?” you teased.

“Hm.” He smiled shyly. “As long as you let me” he purred. You were focused on checking the cabinet’s contents for some quick snack when you heard him shift right behind you, hands hovering around your waist, although not touching just yet.

Your breath hitched. A pack of chocolate chip cookies slipped out of your grasp and fell on the counter below.

“Dammit” you mumbled, reaching to pick it up.

When you turned around, Baekhyun was sitting at your small table, elbow resting on the tabletop and chin on his hand in a fairly confident, although charming – in a way – pose.

“You want some?” You asked mindlessly, putting the cookies on the table and sitting on the second chair awkwardly.

“Later, thank you” he repeated; you internally cringed, realizing it made it seem that you didn’t listen to him earlier.

“Want something to drink then? I imagine you must be at least a bit tired after the party” you offered, feeling a bit awkward about eating the cookies all alone and not providing him with any sort of entertainment in the meantime.

“Don’t worry. It’s nice to just rest in the quiet after all that loud music” Baekhyun said with a gentle smile.

“Is that really so? Or do you just avoid midnight snacking?” you teased, trying to at least carry on with a small-talk.

You caught him stare straight in your eyes, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at his unreadable face.

“I actually believe that a good snack is a good snack regardless of the time” he announced in a tone that made you wonder.

He stood up right as you finished your cookie and came up to you. You observed him curiously as he knelt down, slowly finding himself between your parted knees.

His eyes never left yours, watching out for any signs of discomfort or disagreement.

You felt taken aback by his boldness, feeling your face heat up at the unusual closeness, but you definitely weren’t about to refuse.

His hands finally touched your knees, leaning on them for stability. Your dress was riding up a bit, but not enough to show anything yet.

“May I?” His lips hovered over the skin of your thigh where it was already exposed.

You almost caught yourself nodding mindlessly, but the loud pounding of your heart brought you back to reality.

“W-what?” you stuttered.

“Kiss your leg” he specified with a small, warm laugh that both calmed you and embarrassed you even more at once. “May I?”

“Yes” you answered quickly before you could lose control over your voice again.

More serious again, Baekhyun leaned down and pressed a slow, chaste kiss into your heated skin. Then another, a bit higher, but still as if the edge of your dress was a border he wasn’t going to cross. His both hands massaged the outer sides of your knees.

“You’re so nervous” the man noted, at which your face got even redder.

“Well, uh…”

“Do I make you shy?” he teased. You stuttered incoherently in response.

Baekhyun let out a soft laughter, pushing himself up and extending his hand to help you up as well. You followed and fixed your dress in hurry.

“U-uh.”

You awkwardly wavered your hand towards the bedroom’s door, hoping the man gets the hint, knowing that your voice would betray you completely, were you to utter such a bold request.

But he didn’t even look in that direction, his hand reaching to your chin instead and he lifted your face up, placing a small kiss on your cheek.

“Oh. Thank you.”

At that, he laughed even louder.

“Thank you? Really?”

“What else was I supposed to answer…?” you huffed, not sure if he was trying to insult you with the mockery.

“No, no, don’t worry, it was actually quite a cute thing to say” he explained.

“Oh, well…”

His fingers gently brushed your lips, and all the thoughts left your mind as you let him maneuver your face towards his. Warm breath hit your nose as he looked down at you from up close, all small details of his face so sharp and clear, and his glistening eyes fixated on the way your face subtly changed in reaction to his doings.

He tilted his head to the side, smirk present on his soft-looking lips, and you felt as though at that exact moment, he had you right in his grasp – up to the heart of yours beating exactly as he conducted, you thought.

With another peck to your other cheek, he suddenly pulled away.

You swayed, feeling like you’re going to collapse the moment his fingers no longer kept your face in place. You were lightheaded. Baekhyun was proud of himself.

He stepped towards the corridor that led to your bedroom, and this time, it was you who followed.

He crossed the door, glancing over his shoulder as if to make sure you’re not lost on your way.

And right when you thought that at least this small part of your way will be peaceful and almost boring, this one, small thing came to your vision, turning everything upside down.

Right ahead of yourself, behind Baekhyun’s silhouette, on the wall. A mirror, adorned with an antique, golden frame, one you used every day to get ready, one that had been there ever since you remembered, and one that was the last thing in the world you’d expect to surprise you.

You looked closely; your eyes couldn’t be possibly playing tricks. It was just you with all the walls and furnishings that you knew.

But Baekhyun, standing there and glancing at you, did not reflect in that mirror.

You froze in place, staring in your own eyes of the reflection. The man’s smile fell, noting the sudden change of mood. Catching your gaze, he followed it, turning his back to you. His own eyes finally fell on the mirror and he gawked.

“Oh. Oh, wow.”

Without waiting for you to speak any of the thoughts currently hurling in your mind, he slowly walked over to the mirror as if just about as surprised as you were, but with genuine curiosity as well. His hand reached but stopped right before touching the smooth surface, and instead grazed the mirror’s frame, admiring the piece of fine furniture.

You stood in your place, still uncertain how to react. But he did not seem as confused, you realized – as if, although not expecting the phenomenon, he knew exactly what it was caused by.

“Fascinating…” he finally spoke in a soft voice. “Really, I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen one like this” he talked with childlike thrill. “It’s old, isn’t it?” He looked back at you, but his smile fell once again, noting you were nowhere close to sharing his excitement.

He let go of the mirror’s frame and took a step towards you, face tense and determined.

Something in you screamed, some sort of self-preservation instinct reminded you of its presence, calling out to you: this is a threat! This isn’t normal! It’s a sign, run!

Can’t move.

You stood there, completely stunned, as Baekhyun finally closed the proximity, finding himself right in front of you.

Was it some sort of manipulation, or was it just you – that the fear in your guts somehow mixed with arousal?

“What… is that?” you dared to ask in a tone as tough as you could make it.

He stepped that one step too close, making you stumble backwards. One step more, one more, and he had you leaning against the wall by the bedroom’s door, somewhat cornered, yet with enough room to flee if you so wished.

“If…” Hearing his voice this close made you flinch slightly, and he turned his tone down a bit. “If you tell me to leave, I’ll leave. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The last words made the heart thump in your chest.

“But… you could.”

“I could.”

“Were you going to?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, breathing in deeply.

“Not… much.”

You stared at him, still uncertain and confused.

“Who are you?”

He stepped back again. Your eyes moved between his silhouette and the mirror behind when he stood right next to it, giving you the best picture of his non-reflecting self.

“I’ll give you a fun fact instead” he announced, lips curling into a grin again. “Your mirror is very old. I actually don’t remember the last time I’ve had this happen to me. Because mirrors nowadays don’t do that. Do you know why?”

You had no clue what he was going at – you shook your head.

“Because mirrors nowadays are usually made of glass and aluminum. Or stuff like that, I’m not so sure, really” he shrugged, unbothered. You still weren’t able to finish the thought off, a small piece still lacking for you to understand it. Baekhyun sensed that, and he patiently continued – speaking the last few words to put all of the puzzle together for you. “What they used to be made of in the past?”

You gawked at him.

“…” The breath got caught in your throat. “Silver. They… They used to be made of silver.”

“Voila.” Baekhyun spread his arms, as if presenting himself to you. “And before you try to think of all the possible creatures that have silver allergy written into their lore, just know I’m not the only one you had a chance to meet tonight.”

You recalled the stranger you met at the bar, Baekhyun’s friend whose words had spiked your curiosity the moment they echoed in the dark street.

I won’t bite you, I promise.

What if someone bites her when she’s alone?”

His eyes sparkled as he watched all the small bits come together in your head. Slow enlightenment displayed within your facial expressions with hundreds of subtle emotions, and piece by piece, the deduction snowballed, becoming more and more apparent, bared for him to drink the sadistic satisfaction from.

That was when you recalled his own words.

A good snack is a good snack regardless of the time.

“You… were going to bite me?” you finally uttered, voice breaking with every syllable.

He let his arms fall to his sides, smile softening, head tilted slightly backwards – your eyes spotted his fangs, sharper and whiter than human teeth, exposed by him for you to admire.

“If you tell me to leave now, I’ll leave” he repeated, but his tone made it clear that he already knew you weren’t going to do that.

In fact, even you knew from a while ago that your curiosity was too strong to let him off the hook – you felt like you caught a sort of urban legend, and you’d hate yourself for letting him flee without getting a hold of all his secrets.

Ultimately, though, it was the sensation of getting preyed on by him that – you realized – lit a fire inside of your body, and made your insides burn with want.

“Stay, please” you uttered in a small voice, as if too shy to request something this impure. “I want to know… more” you whispered, convincing yourself to look back at him. Your eyes fell on his fangs again, so unnaturally sharp despite not appearing that much longer than in a human. You recalled when he kissed your thigh earlier, and shivered, realizing how close it was, how easily he could have…

“You’re thinking too much” he suddenly interrupted, noting that you were so endorsed in the chaotic train of thoughts that you were just hyping yourself into anxiety at this point.

He lifted his hand towards your face, slowly and carefully, as if to test the waters. You weren’t sure if you should let him. Maybe, in some twisted way, it would be easier if he didn’t ask – if he just grabbed you and forcefully bit into your neck, so you could experience that mysterious sensation of falling a prey to possibly the only creature on the earth that could realistically impose threat to the mankind. You felt a nervous, but exciting sensation in your gut.

You didn’t even manage to react before his fingers gently brushed your cheek. You were already a goner, leaning into his hand on instinct. The fear became thrill instead.

“Here you go, good girl” he whispered with content.

Not waiting any further, he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You let out a small whimper when his lips touched your heated up skin. You felt his fangs graze the sensitive surface, but no pain followed, only the sweet feeling of a chaste, open-mouthed kiss.

“Oh…”

He kissed slowly down your cleavage, hands running down your silhouette along with his lips. He breathed into the space where the hem of your dress ended, not daring to go further. You were still stunned, still too shaken to invite him in, but you didn’t oppose even one bit when he put his hands below your thighs and lifted you up, your arms automatically anchoring around his neck.

He was so gentle with you when he carried you over to your bed and placed you down on your back with utmost care. The bed sheets were cold below your body, your dress doing close to nothing to soothe the sudden sensation. But Baekhyun’s – against what you would think – was impossibly warm against yours when he hovered above you for a few moments, your legs wrapped around his waist just a bit longer. He placed another kiss on your cheek.

“May I?” you whispered.

“Hm?”

“Kiss your lips.” You cupped his face with your hands. “May I?”

“Go ahead.”

It seemed like he did it on purpose, not leaning in to make it any easier for you, and you had to strain yourself to reach him. Your lips touched, the sensation – absolutely breathtaking. His fingers gently wrapped around your neck, pushing you down into the mattress, but following the motion with his own mouth, deepening the kiss with a sense of roughness, overpowering you in a way. He nibbled at your lower lip, letting you feel the sharp edge of his fangs.

“Will you bite me?

“I think I will.”

“Why haven’t you yet?”

He broke the kiss and smirked down at you.

“Are you impatient?”

“Do you want me to beg for it?” you uttered, trying to sound irritated, although at heart knowing that you were close to doing so anyway. You were, in fact, impatient.

“Maybe later. Will you?”

“I…”

He didn’t let you finish, his grip on your thighs suddenly strengthening and you yelped, feeling his nails dig hard into your flesh. Your breath instantly quickened, sensation quickly becoming unbearable.

Taking all the time in the world, he finally released the hold, stroking your abused skin in comfort instead.

“Easy, love. See?  It’s just my fingers. You wouldn’t take my fangs just yet.”

He knelt back between your legs. Your dress’ lower hem was almost at your underwear from being carried by him earlier, and Baekhyun’s hands traced up your bare thighs, once again taking note of any sign of discomfort or displeasure.

You felt nervous, more than ever. Not only because you weren’t used to such casual endeavors. Something in you felt stressed about disappointing such a superior creature, still feeling like it’s a one-in-the-lifetime chance that you got.

Baekhyun seemed to sense your worry perfectly, and he leaned down to ground you with a kiss to your knee.

“You’re beautiful” he spoke with no ounce of hesitation or doubt. “And you smell delicious” he added. Such a peculiar thing to hear, you thought, yet your face heated up, as if the second compliment was much more meaningful than the first. “May I… taste you down here?” His hand slid down your inner thigh, stopping at your dress.

You opened your mouth, but, quickly realizing your voice won’t align with your intentions, you instead nodded – a bit too eagerly, involuntarily holding your breath.

He took all the time in the world, allowing you to get accustomed to his touch as he slowly lifted your dress, finally displaying your underwear, at which you let out a small, shy whimper. He pushed the fabric even higher, and you took the hint to sit up and take it off fully, now left in nothing but a black lingerie – a set you almost only wore to parties when you wanted to feel especially well put-together, and now you silently thanked yourself for this habit.

He now moved up and kissed the skin between your breasts, smoothly tracing his lips down to your stomach and stopping briefly above the hem of your panties, fingers hooking around the edge. With one last glance at your burning up face, Baekhyun slowly pulled your underwear down, taking his sweet time and enjoying the way you only squirmed quietly, held right at the edge of sanity with such a simple interaction.

“Breathe” he reminded you, discarding the fabric to the side, his own exhale hitting your private parts, now exposed for him to see.

He placed yet another comforting kiss on your mound.

“You’re okay, you’re safe” he whispered.

Although his words comforted you, he didn’t wait for you to calm down; quite the opposite, in fact, when he finally put his mouth around your pearl, overwhelming you with just the proximity. His eyes were fixated on yours in a predator-like way, drinking in your reactions and gaining sadistic pleasure from the way you could no longer control your body.

The room filled with wet noises that mixed with your own voice. Your moans slowly became more and more obscene as Baekhyun’s mouth worked shamelessly around your private parts with care, yet ease, as if he knew all bits of your body and didn’t even need to think twice, getting all the sensations, all the pressure, all the pace – perfectly right, pulling you further and further into the immense pleasure.

You were ready to relax and fall deep into the sensations, when he suddenly dug his nails into your thighs again, forcing you awake.

You yelped and tried to squirm away, but his hold only strengthened. Your breath hitched when you took the cue to stay still until the grasp once again dissipated.

“Don’t you feel too good?” he mocked. You glanced back at him – his eyes were shining red, face darker than just moments ago, threatening.

“B-Baekhyun…”

Should you feel scared at that moment? Should you understand that this man was a monster? Maybe. But it felt just too good to be in his hands, to be toyed with and hurt so sweetly. It was like a reward to know that out of all people, he chose you as his prey. There was some primal pleasure in being this little, naive girl that fell right into his trap, that allowed him to sweet-talk her into giving up her will of survival.

In a surge of confidence, you put your hand on top of his head, pushing him to resume what he was doing so well just moments ago. Baekhyun didn’t object, only letting out an amused huff when his lips wrapped around your clit once again, sucking on it gently and letting you once again melt in the sweet sensation. Your fingers clutched his hair, letting you release some of the tension, and when he hummed into your skin, you held it so tightly you for a second worried about causing him pain.

But he didn’t say a word and you quickly realized, it must have not bothered him in the slightest. His eyes slipped closed, now fully fixated on devouring you, hands holding your hips down to prevent you from squirming, hold just a bit too strong, just to cause you the slightest amount of pain, just to remind you what he was capable of.

Your whole body trembled, approaching the sweet release. Baekhyun’s mouth was relentless, and he read your reactions perfectly, his pace and movements perfectly designed to drive you insane.

With your thighs pressing together, you clutched his hair even harder. You were starting to convulse, letting out incoherent whimpers. Baekhyun’s fingers, dug into your thighs so strong you wouldn’t be surprised if they drew blood, no longer hurt – it was all mixing together, the proximity of his existence alone already overwhelming your senses, but the passion, the warmth, the textures, the sounds – it all sucked you in further and further, riding you off any remains of sanity that you may have had left.

Suddenly, right as you were about to reach the peak, everything stopped for less than a second; a void so sudden you didn’t even manage to register it.

And then, like a thunder through your body, Baekhyun’s fangs pierced the soft skin around your clit. He sucked hard on both your blood and your pearl, and you instantly came undone, crying out in pleasure and agony.

Your vision went white for what felt like ages and you felt like you were floating in the outer space; for those heavenly moments, you were not even sure if you’re still alive, but your thoughts mingled and dissipated too fast to formulate a coherent sentence. Whether Baekhyun was still there or not, you would not be able to tell; your mind was blank, and he could as well have left you moments ago – except the pain that was slowly starting to materialize again was an excellent proof that he was still present, and when your body finally came down from its high, you managed to register him down there, still between your thighs, with his arms wrapped around them in an almost loving-like manner.

You had absolutely no idea when did he bit into your thigh instead, letting your most fragile bits calm down from the overstimulation, but it looked like he was so endorsed in tasting your sweet blood that it took you a few long moments before he finally acknowledged you’re watching him. Your lower body was limp, small shivers running here and there, but any pain no longer present, your flesh too worn out to take note of it.

Sensing your gaze, Baekhyun slowly pulled his fangs out of your skin, carefully as to not damage it further, and then sent you a smug, bloody smile, hand caressing your hip.

“Welcome back” he spoke. “Took you a while.”

You tried to push yourself into the sitting position, but even your arms wouldn’t listen, and you fell back down in exhaustion.

Maybe it was merciful of him to climb up and hover above you, letting you look at his full figure even when you could no longer move to watch him yourself. A drop of your blood slipped from the corner of his lip, landing on your own. You curiously reached to it with your tongue, and Baekhyun didn’t wait a second, pressing his lips into your own, taking that sweet droplet back but giving you a taste of the metallic flavor in its full glory. A short, but rough nib to your lip made you let out a small, helpless whimper, tears emerging in the corners of your eyes – with the amount of overstimulation, even that much was already too much, and you were so worn out, so weak, so overdone.

“Just a bit more, love.”

His lips once again found themselves on your neck, kissing so tenderly that you barely felt it.

The prickling pain that followed no longer caused you to recoil; your body was growing weak, too weak to handle it anymore. You were getting drained beyond the stage of quick recovery, and you could tell, there was nothing you could do at this point to stop it.

Just a bit more, just a few more sips.

“You taste so good.”

Biting into the top of your breast now, closer to your heart. You didn’t feel it anymore, only phantom sensations somewhere far away.

You were at the brink of unconsciousness when he finally pulled away. A bit carelessly, he knelt up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, dark burgundy-shining eyes fixated on your fading ones.

Although you still had it in yourself to look back at him, the world around you was gradually collapsing, and it was only those burgundy eyes that kept you right above the surface, but so about to drown.

“My… I may have overdone it. Are you still there?”

He sounded marginally worried, as if coming across a small incident, and not a human life that was on the line.

You blinked and moved your fingers ever so slightly, just to let him know you’re still conscious, although barely.

The man smiled at that softly, clear relief washing over his face.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of that.”

He reached to your cheek, patting it gently. It felt a bit grotesque; his skin was so warm as opposed to yours, chill from the lack of blood and paler than ever.

But his touch felt nice, and, although you knew that the slumber you’d fall into would not be natural and the next hours would possibly decide your fate, it felt like you were falling into a dream instead; you were growing addicted to his presence, and you could do nothing to stop it. You were a goner.

“I’ll make sure of that, because I cannot possibly waste a fine snack like you. It’s just the beginning, love. Better recover fast.”

Ahh, I'm actually proud of this one, hope you guys enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing! Also don't hesitate to let me know your thoughts, and hopefully, more vampire content will be coming in the future!

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٠࣪⭑ notes ; so, i'm back!! yippee!!! but only because i'm three weeks away from school ending and i just wanted to write silly oc lore for yowa!! ٠࣪⭑ content ; oc/self-insert, implied oc x canon, this takes place before and during the prologue, lore!, all of this is in lowercase ٠࣪⭑ disclaimers ; this is not an 'x reader', this fic was made for me specifically, if you don't like it please scroll! ٠࣪⭑ cameo/s ; just rubia (@jade-s-nymph) ٠࣪⭑ fandom ; twisted wonderland

click, click, click... just mindless spam clicking.

a series of rhythmic clicking could be heard from a certain dorm room. well, not like that was abnormal coming from the students of ignihyde, a yellow shines brightly as the student groans "booo.... another 3 star."

skipping through the gacha animation, the girl sighed. "what shitty rng luck." oh boohoo, same old boring routine. she'd save up how many crystals only to waste it on a duplicate. someone get the tissues because that's just so sad!

she closed the game to wallow in sadness as she sank into her comfortable bed. she opened her calendar, wait a damn minute-

isn't it the entrance ceremony tomorrow? ohhhh... great! a new bunch of newbies who haven't allocated their skill points yet! hopefully the new ignihyde students aren't gonna be a massive pain in the ass.. well, ignihyde doesn't have it as bad as heartslabyul at least (like seriously who let heartslabyul be so overpopulated...)

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"you must attend! it is truly unbecoming of a student of our prestigious school to not attend our solemn ceremony!" the thunderous voice coming from yowa's phone was so... noisy.. but who was she to not listen to his rants? well, she was listening to him politely scolding her as she was putting on the ceremonial robes "idia's not going either tho.." she responded. "well, it does not justify your absence from the ceremony!" "i get it. I just don't want to attend in person tho."

the person on the other line of the call only sighed, why is she always like this?

"hmph.. very well, just be sure to attend the club fair!" "i won't miss your terrific horse riding skills" "eurk..!" hes probably as red as a rose right now. "see you during the club fair." she said before hanging up. she had a bit of time left.. she can play some gam-

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!

another call? seriously?? she has like 4 contacts on her phone, who the hell is calling he- oh. Rubia.

"what's good" "you're not attending the ceremony, correct?" "oh goddamnit" "as i thought" "no shit rubia" silence filled the room for a few seconds

"so, how was the call with riddle?" "are you stalking me? where are you?? under my bed??" "it'd be difficult to be under your bed when you don't even have a bed frame" the ignihyde student rolled her eyes "i do have a bed frame for your information." "what? the headboard you forged out of pillows? that does not classify as a bed frame and I know you know it." "it's better than nothing tho" "you have idia to pay for a bed frame." yowa chuckled.

"yeah yeah." "the ceremony should be starting by now." rubia mentions "welp, cheers to the next generation of level 1 newbies" yowa joked as she hung up.

logging onto her account to attend the ceremony online, it seemed like it was approximately 9 minutes from starting.

let's watch the newbies join the game for the first time, shall we?

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okay. wow. that ceremony was... fucking wild.

yowa needed to turn off whatever device she was using right now because what the actual fuck was that. so, a random student from another world basically isekaid and triggered a level 5 boss which was a fire-breathing cat (not the weirdest but definitely weird.) that started committing arson? this ceremony was a goddamn mess, but it was an entertaining mess.

after observing the ceremony she had screen recorded over and over, she couldn't help but shrug her shoulders and feel a little bit bad for the newbie. maybe it was because they had to live in ramshackle of all places, but eh. they'll adjust to this world despite being magicless.

she was typing all of this down until she heard a familiar voice coming from the other side of the door "nee-san! the ignihyde welcome celebration is about to begin!" yowa chuckled as she heard the robotic, but lively voice called for her "yeah... give me a moment"

i guess she can wonder more about that newbie later. for now, she'll enjoy her life the way it is.

٠࣪⭑ notes ; man i've been gone from this platform for such a long time lmao, sorry if the fic and grammar is terrible, just trying to ease myself into writing again. thanks for reading, always remember that reblogs > likes, love you all !!

xoxo, parfait

[gennyanydots]

Run Rabbit Run

Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x F!reader

Summary: Part of being an avenger is protecting those who need it. Whether they want protected or not.

Genres, old and new warm up for @the-slumberparty

I got Horror as my genre. Is is true horror? No, not really but I used it as an inspiration and that’s what counts. So gold star for effort. Also first time writing for Steve and Marvel in general so let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, swearing, not following canon, violence mentioned without detail, gun/gunshot mentions, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers, Dark!Bucky Barnes, Dark!Natasha Romanov

Masterlist

You know he’s outside again. You can see his shadow on the street from where you’re sitting on your couch. You keep glancing towards the shadow. It’s weird it’s taken him this long. You figured he had been out of town last week but you’d sworn you’d heard him on the fire escape two nights ago. It’s not like him to not be out there sooner. For a stalker he’s pretty routine. Your phone buzzes and you jump, before even looking at it you know it’s him. It’s always him.

You roll your eyes. Fat chance of that ever happening.

You throw your phone across the room and curl into a ball on your couch. You should have listened to your mother and not moved to the city. This was a mistake.

You must have fallen asleep at some point last night since you’re awoken to someone knocking on your door. You rub your eyes and yawn before answering the door.

“You look like shit,” your best friend says as she walks inside your apartment.

“Good morning to you too, I guess,” you mutter and shut the door.

She plops down on your couch and starts playing on her phone, “Did you hear about what the Avengers did last night?”

You shake your head and sit on the other side of the couch, “I literally just woke up. I didn’t even know the Avengers were in town.” Liar.

“Well they’re back in town. There was some whole alien thing I guess last night so they flew in,” she said with a shrug.

What a weird world you lived in when a ‘whole alien thing’ is barely anything to bat an eye at. It seems more common than not lately. For so long the government covered up aliens and now it seems like Earth is a free for all. Thankfully you had Earth’s mightiest heroes to protect you. Even if HE was a part of it.

You knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was. Nobody knew him like you did. You wish with everything in you that you didn’t know him like this. You didn’t want to know him at all.

For a year now he’s been following you. ‘Protecting you’ he tells you sometimes and every time you correct him telling him it’s stalking. There’s not much you can do to stop it. Before you knew who was following you, you tried twice to file police reports. Any time you called to check up on them you were told they didn’t have any record of any report you’d made. That was your first clue that your stalker wasn’t just some guy off the street. He had resources. He had skills.

The second clue and biggest clue was seeing him across the street in full uniform one day. Shield and all. You hadn’t seen him in about a month. Before that it was always casual clothes and a ball cap pulled down over his eyes.

Finding out exactly who he was just upset your further. There’s no one you can turn to. You can’t just file a police report against Captain America. They’d laugh in your face. He knows that too. He knows you can’t do anything about this. It kills you inside to just let it happen but what else can you do? Go to the other Avengers? Either they would laugh at you just like the police would or they’d be too loyal to him to even entertain the idea that Steve Rogers was stalking you. You’re not sure which they’d find less believable: Steve being a stalker or Steve picking you to stalk. It’s not like you’re some super model or actress. You’re just you.

“Hey, you okay?” Your best friend asks nudging you with her foot.

“Huh? Oh, yeah I’m fine. I’m just tired. Didn’t sleep well last night,” you say and give her a weak smile.

“Why don’t you take a nap for a while and then tonight let’s go do something fun?” She offers.

“I don’t know……”

“I do. Go back to bed. I’ll come pick you up at 10,” she says with a grin and hops to her feet. “See you later! Dress pretty!” She kisses your forehead and sees herself out, making sure to lock the door behind her.

Maybe you can convince her you’re sick later and can’t go out. You get up off the couch and grab your phone from where you threw it last night. Thankfully nothing from Steve. You head into your room and shut your blackout curtains before laying down in bed You set an alarm then plug the phone in to charge and roll over.

You can just feel your brain getting a bit fuzzy before you feel your phone vibrate and chirp at you and you roll back over to check it.

You huff.

You drop your phone back down on your bed and close your eyes once again. The cameras have been in your apartment for about 5 months. Well 5 months that you’re aware of. He was going on so many missions that he was getting worried about you. He wasn’t there to protect you and make sure you were okay. The only way he could do that was with the cameras. He’s promised you there aren’t any in your bathroom when you asked. He explained how he really didn’t want to put one in your bedroom for you to have some sense of privacy but he knew he would feel better if he could just check on you when you were sleeping so he ended up putting one in there too. You’ve looked everywhere for the cameras. You have no idea where they are. It’s not like he doesn’t have access to the latest and greatest technology so you’re sure you’ll never actually find them. Sometimes, if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t exactly mind the cameras. You know someone is checking on you. Checking on your well-being. Kinda like a security system without actually having a security system. Plus if anyone is going to take your safety seriously it’s the crazed man who won’t leave you alone.

You nap for about three hours before you’re awoken to your door slamming. You sit straight up and grab your phone. You hear two voices, neither of which you can place. You take slow deep breaths so the people don’t hear you.

“Is the girl even here?”

“Yes, she hasn’t been seen leaving the apartment and he was watching outside last night so she’s gotta still be here.”

They’re looking for you. Because of him.

Steve has always viewed himself as a romantic at heart but he’s never quite understood woman enough to make a connection with one especially not in this new time he woke up in. He’s tried going on dates but they always seemed to end in disaster or worse the woman only wanted to go out with him because he was Captain America and not Steve Rogers. This time period has taken a lot of time to get used to but it brought him the most important thing, you. He’s always believed in love at first sight and seeing you a year ago confirmed it. You were the love of his life. He knew it. At first he was watching you as a way to get some intel on you so he could ask you out but you slipped away before he had a chance to approach you. The next time he saw you by happenstance he was ready. He borrowed a tracker and slipped it in your bag so he wouldn’t lose you again. He liked being able to track you. It was comforting to know you were safe. It didn’t stop at tracking though. Soon tracking wasn’t enough. He needed to see you. So he went from tracking to following. And soon following to watching. Watching as much as he could. He prefers watching in person if he can but the cameras are fine if he can’t. Watching you calms him. It gives him the strength he needs to continue some days. If he keeps the Earth safe then he’s keeping you safe. Everything he has to do he can finagle it into doing it for you. He’s told you this on a couple occasions. You brush it off. He’ll get you to understand one day. You can’t brush him off forever.

At first you were so scared. His perfect frightened bunny. Its changed into stubbornness. He knows it’ll be worth it. For a whole year Steve knows he’s been whittling away at your resolve. You’re not as scared as you used to be. You snark at him more often than not when you text. You even called him once to explain how much of as asshole he is. He loved all 10 minutes of your rant. He even thanked you for letting him know and told you he would work on it. He loved hearing from you. Any interaction you initiate is his new favorite. Anything to show him you’re not afraid of him and that you accept him as a part of your life. That’s all he wants. Once you accept him it’ll only take a short amount of time before you love him like he loves you. He won’t force it though. He would never force something like this. He’s not a monster. He’s fine with waiting. It’ll be worth it.

It’s worth it just to see you’ve sent him a text. You don’t send him many first. Only a handful of times.

Help? What did you need help with? He’s ready for whatever you need of course, thrilled with this olive branch that you’ve offered to him. He had been in a meeting when you texted him but it was only an hour ago. He checked the camera in your bedroom but you’re still asleep. What could you possibly need help with? Maybe you woke up hungry or something then fell back asleep. He heads to his office to pull up the camera feeds on his laptop to get a better view. He’s sure his text back will wake you up and he loves watching you wake up.

That’s weird. He didn’t hear the text tone. He didn’t even see it light up in the dark of your room. He flips between the different camera feeds of the apartment and stops when he sees something off in a feed. Something that shouldn’t be there. What’s your phone doing laying near your front door?

You always charge your phone when you sleep in bed. Always. So why is it in the living room?

“Friday!” Steve calls.

“Yes, Captain?” The AI responds.

“Is there something wrong with camera 2648?” He asks.

“It seems that camera 2648 is frozen. The last recorded time was at 12:02 PM.”

“Can you restart it?”

“Yes, Captain just one moment.”

Steve watches as the camera goes offline and switches back on. You’re not in bed. You weren’t on any of the other cameras. There wasn’t any noise happening from inside your apartment so you’re not in the bathroom. You wouldn’t have left your phone if you were going out and you definitely wouldn’t have left it there on the floor.

“Friday play back last movement alert from the doorway.”

“Playing back the last movement alert now.”

Steve watched as a black clad figure carried your lifeless body out of your apartment and another figure closed the door after the two of you went into your apartment building hallway. Both figures had hoods up and a strip of cloth hiding the bottom parts of their face.

“Friday! Playback all video with those two in the frame with enhanced audio.”

“Playing back all video.”

Steve listened intently to the two figures not getting much out of their conversation. They didn’t stay long. They first overturned a lot of your apartment. You were going to be so mad when you see the state they left it in. He’s going to have to help you clean up. They spoke about watching the apartment for when you left but they also spoke about waiting for him to watch you. They must have known when they went to take you he would be busy. They must also have known it was you he was watching. How though? While yes he is watching your apartment specifically it’s not like you didn’t have neighbors that he could have been watching instead. He hadn’t been in your apartment recently. Not for at least a month or two.

He watched as both figures went into your bedroom and then came out moments later after he heard some garbled shouting from the bedroom. The one figure was holding you and the other was leading them to the front door. Steve watched as your phone slipped out of your hand onto the carpet, unbeknownst to either figure. You tried to take it with you. You tried to help Steve get to you. He knows your aware of the tracker he put in your phone.

“Good job, bunny,” he murmurs to himself.

His girl isn’t a fighter. You were never going to be able to take on both of those guys. That’s Steve’s job. He’s your protector. He can’t help but feel like he’s doing a shitty job right now. Couldn’t stop his bunny from being taken.

Steve shakes his head. He can’t do anything about that right now. Not what’s important. You’re already gone. He needs to get you back. He takes a deep breath to push down his rising emotions. Those won’t help anything. He needs to think.

“Friday!” He snaps after a moment.

“Yes captain?”

“I need any video on those two leaving the building or when they entered. Anything you can find. Any car they may have used. Which way they were going. Anything,” he says as he stands up.

“Yes sir.”

He heads towards the elevator and takes it to his apartment floor. He goes into his apartment quickly and changes into his uniform. He’s not sure what he’s getting himself into. He knows having backup would be easier. There’s only one person who he’s told about his bunny.

He exits his apartment quickly and heads to the next apartment over and bangs loudly on the door which opens soon after.

“Jesus Stevie, where’s the fire?” His best friend asks.

“She’s gone. Someone took her. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where she is,” Steve blurts out. Clearly pushing down all his emotions didn’t work as well as he thought.

Bucky pulls Steve into his apartment, shutting the door behind him then leads him to the couch and gently pushes him down onto it and squats in front of him. Bucky knows how to handle Steve when he gets frantic like this.

“From the beginning,” Bucky says gently and nods to him to continue his explanation.

Steve takes a deep breath trying to organize his thoughts. This wasn’t like him. He’s typically much more collected than this but he just can’t. His bunny is somewhere. She isn’t safe. He doesn’t want to think of what they might be doing to her. “Bunny texted me. Which is weird but not unheard of. All it said was “Help”. I texted her back about an hour later because I had that meeting and I was watching the video feed when I did it and it looked off and I was right. The feed was frozen and then I checked the others and found her phone laying by the door. Two people went in at 12:09 and took her. She looked passed out when they carried her out. I hope passed out. The only thing I know about them is they were hired to take her because of me. They made sure to cover their whole bodies so I couldn’t tell anything from the videos except their voices. I have Friday looking for any video feed of them besides my own.”

Bucky nods, “Got it.” He gets up and heads towards his bedroom.

Steve worries his bottom lip. He needs you back.

“Captain,” Friday says pulling him from his thoughts.

“Yes, Friday?”

“I have identified their vehicle and have located it. I have sent the coordinates to your phone.”

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Finally. Some good news.

“Thank you, Friday.”

“You’re welcome, Captain.”

Steve pulls out his phone and pulls up the coordinates. It was about a half hour drive.

“Buck!” Steve calls out.

Bucky’s door opens and his head peeks out, “Yeah?”

“We got a location.”

Bucky nods and shuts his door before coming out a moment later. He didn’t dress in his normal avengers uniform, instead choosing to wear his old Winter Soldier uniform.

Steve must have looked at him funny because Bucky said, “They’ll be trying not to shit themselves as the Winter Soldier comes at them.”

Steve regards him for a moment then nods before standing up, “Let’s go.”

Steve led Bucky down to the Avenger’s garage choosing to take one of the field vans. Bucky refused to let Steve drive telling him he needed to come up with a plan on the way, which they discussed as Bucky drove.

They drove slightly past the coordinates which had taken them to what looked like an old abandoned manufacturing building. One floor. That made it easier. They didn’t want to park directly in front of it in case there were people watching for them.

Steve and Bucky finish suiting up in the van and gathered all the supplies they need, including ear pieces to stay in contact with each other.

“You know the plan?” Steve asks while grabbing his ahold.

“Get in. Find your rabbit. Kill everyone,” Bucky says before he puts his face mask on to finish off his uniform.

Steve nods and the two of them head out.

Entering the building hasn’t been hard. Clearly this kidnapping wasn’t well planned. They did find out there were more people than they expected. The two of them took out a three men each before they decided to split up.

Steve went from room to room looking but it was Bucky who found you. Your eyes got big when you saw him. You probably didn’t know what side of this he was on. He touched his ear and said something you couldn’t quite hear then he set down his gun and held his hands up as he approached you just like if he was actually approaching a scared rabbit. You were tied to a chair with a cloth tied in your mouth. Bucky took out his knife and made quick work of setting you free. Once you could use your hands you pulled the cloth from your mouth.

“Thank you,” you said softly to the man. He nodded back to you. He walked back to his gun and picked it up holding it to him in position to shoot if need be then gestures towards the door with his head clearly meaning for you to follow him. You stay as close as you can to him. In the distance you can hear gunshots and you jump. He leads you to a door and you hear a muffled, “Dark blue van. Next parking lot over. Lock the doors.” You nod then hear more gun shots in the distance from somewhere in the building. The man in front of you curses then says, “беги кролик беги” and nods to you before turning and running towards the noise.

You take off in the opposite direction and run straight for the van the second you see it. You fling open the door and get inside before locking it and heading to the back and hiding out of sight. You notice the amount of weapons and gadgets on the walls of the van. Nothing jumps out at you that it belongs to the Avengers but it has to. Steve had to have been the one to find you like you knew he would. You were safe now because of him.

Later, you’re not sure how long later could have been five minutes or an hour you’re not sure, a knocking comes from outside the front door along with someone pulling at the door handle. You quickly swallow down a whimper before you hear, “Bunny? It’s Steve. Open up, doll.”

You were right. Steve came for you. Tears immediately fill your eyes as you get back into the front seat and unlock the doors before opening the side Steve is standing on and throwing yourself into his arms. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. You feel a kiss on the top of your head as he gently sways the two of you from side to side. Once your sobs quiet down he pulls away slightly to check you over.

“Are you okay, bunny?” He asks looking at your face trying to see if you have and injuries he can see.

You nod and try and pull him back to you, only feeling safe when he’s holding you tight but he doesn’t let you.

He continues looking you over then asks, “Does anything hurt?”

You shake your head, “No, I don’t even really remember much. Just hearing people in my apartment then waking up tied to a chair. Then a man came and cut me loose and took me to the door and told me where the van was and to lock the doors.”

“And you listened so well, rabbit,” the man from earlier says as he walks up to the two of you.

“Yes you did. I’m so proud of you,” Steve says then kisses your forehead.

You smile looking up at Steve. Maybe you judged him too harshly before.

Bucky is the one who drives you all back to your apartment. Steve walks you up as he has a key to get in already. You walk in and look around and sigh seeing the mess. You start to clean and Steve quickly joins in. With the two of you working together it doesn’t take long for everything to be picked up.

“Guess you should be getting ready soon to go out. I’ll just head out then,” Steve says walking towards the door.

“No!” you yell then clear your throat and in a quieter voice say, “No. Umm. Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone. Please. I need you.”

“Whatever you want, Bunny,” Steve says with a smile.

You hold your hand out towards him and he quickly walks to your side and takes it. The two of you settle on the couch together with you snuggled into Steve’s side. He takes out his phone and texts Bucky to let him know he’s staying with you.

Bucky smiles when he sees the text.

“What’s got you so happy?” Natasha asks him.

“The plan worked. She won’t let him leave her side,” he says grinning.

Natasha shrugs, “Told you. A little trauma really brings people together sometimes. Plus we needed that gang gone. It was a win-win.”

Bucky nods, “It really, really was.”

Translation: беги кролик беги - Run rabbit run

[admrlthundrbolt]

Voices In My Head (Secco x Chubby Reader)

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When Secco is distracted, Cioccolata investigates.

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Hi guy, I'm back at it.

I just want someone to stick up for Secco and put Cioccolata in his place. So I made this, hope you enjoy.

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Cioccolata was annoyed. Something had all but captured Secco's attention. He wasn’t the best to keep on task in the first place, at least without a pocketful of sugar cubes. Lately though, it seemed like that couldn't even reign him in.

No, something was different and Cioccolata was going to find the source of it.

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You had received an assignment from Pericolo. Gather some details on an enemy stand user that was getting in the boss's way. Happy that it appeared to be a simple task, you left with a skip in your step.

“(Y/N)!“

The familiar raspy voice made your mood skyrocket. “Secco!” You braced yourself for what was coming. He collided into you, but your footing held.

He nuzzled into your plush form, head planted firmly between your ample breast. “Missed you.” Then he started grabbing at your bag.

“Hold on buddy. You can’t go through my stuff like that.” You said in a reprimanding tone.

He shrunk back and whined. “But you always have treats.”

You shook your head with a grin. “Of course I have something for my favorite guy, but you have to ask nicely.”

He nodded quickly. “Can I please have a treat.” Going out of his way to make a puppy face.

“How can I say no to a face like that.“ You then handed him a box of assorted candies.

Cioccolata stayed back to observe the interaction and was disgusted. This must be the distraction that had Secco off task so often. It was undoing all his hard training. Although, now that he got a look at you, you would be quite the specimen. All soft curves and cheery disposition, you could be entertaining to break.

But what in the world were you doing at headquarters. You must be some new underling. All the easier to pick you off.

“Secco, why don’t you introduce me to your little friend.“

“Yeah yeah. This is (Y/N), she has the best treats.”

“Hi, you must be Cioccolata. It's nice to finally put a face to the name.“ She puts out her hand for a shake.

He grabs it and is surprised when she meets his force equally. Her face shows no sign of pain. After a couple of stilted shakes he releases her hand. This was interesting, she knew of him. So not as new as he had assumed. Perhaps she was some in a similar line of work as himself.

“I’m surprised i’ve never heard of you. Especially with how enamored Secco seems.”

“Yeah, he’s such a sweet guy.”

He didn't enjoy how you skirted his probing. But they had to see someone about a job. So he excused themselves and had to practically drag Secco away from you. You waved and cheerily walked off.

He was going to keep an eye on you.

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The next time you met was once again at the assignment manor. Where you had a confectionery for Secco and paid Cioccolata little to no mind. Until he interjected himself into the situation. At which point you would greet him then take your leave.

This pattern continues for a few more meetings. Cioccolata could feel his mind coming unhinged. With every passing interaction, he could see Secco's training ebb more and more.

So that led to this moment. Him waiting, by himself, for you to return to your aparment.

It has been fairly easy to trail you. Find out a few of your routines and of course where you resided.

Your home was cozy. A simple color scheme, with personal flair scattered about. A predictable kind of living space. Maybe you weren't as interesting as he had given you credit for.

He didn't have to wait long for your return. The deadbolt turned, he felt sweat unexpectedly bead on the back of his neck. You swung the door open a sharp twinge traveled up his spine. As you stepped in and shut the door behind you, his sudden urge to hide was inhuman. It swallowed him in an unbearable pit.

As she walked away from the door and turned to smile at him. “I was wondering when you would show up.”

Through gritted teeth he said. “I should be the one saying that.” It seemed to take all his will power to say. She came closer, he could hear his pulse in his ears. “You’re probably curious about what's happening right now.“ Your smile widened. “Aren’t you Doctor.”

When she touched his hand, he flinched away. It was as if a shock traveled throughout his entire nervous system. “Hhhow?” He said amid chattering teeth.

“Oh, it's a bit of hormone control. My stand Falling In Reverse has a way with hormonal levels.“ You walked near him and grasped his shoulders. “Now, I want you to remember this feeling.“ You gripped tighter, hearing a pop, your smile grew sadistic. “This sensation. I’m the bosses top espionage agent for a reason. Another doctor wouldn't be as hard to come by.”

“You bitch.“ He said in a snarl.

With a cackle, you sat yourself in his lap. He was elated, you had lowered yourself. Yet nothing happened. Green Day couldn't be activated. Was it the carnal fear within him?

Then as suddenly as it has come, the sensation left him. He gulped for air, not realizing how his lungs were burning, until that moment.

She tilted his chin up and inched closer. “Let this be a lesson for you, Doctor.”

With that she threw him from her home. He fled back to his hideaway, an ever present fear gnawing at his nerves.

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You shut the door, after receiving a new assignment, with your shoulders slumped. It was outside of the country, so you’d have to travel by plane. It was going to be a nuisance, but the other bits seemed easy enough. Feel out a potential business partner before the boss made a deal with them.

Still the thought of going on a plane annoyed you. Hormone control was a pain with the air system in planes.

Rounding a corner, you saw something that perked up your mood. Secco and Cioccolata were at the front desk, talking to an nervous front clerk. You smiled as you thought to give them a special greeting.

Cioccolata was berating the paper pushing idiot for not having their paperwork ready. It should be a simple pick up, but nothing was ready. He had called ahead. Hoping he would strategically miss you.

He felt his pulse suddenly raise. It was because he was having to deal with this moron. Then an arm wrapped around his, it made him want to jump out of his skin.

“My two favorite boys.”

His head became lighter. He realised that you had your arms entwined with both of them. Though Secco's elation was much different than his dread.

“(Y/N)! Where have you been?”

“ Around, but I should be asking you that. I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. “ Cioccolata want to wipe that pout off your face, but knew that his anxiety wouldn't give him the chance.

“We would never. Cioccolata has a lot of important work lately.”

“ I guess I can let it slide then. I have some time before my flight. Why don’t we spend some time together. “You said it as a statement. Looking between the two, you received no negative answer. “Come on, I know a great gelato place close by.”

[ladylilithprime]

Untangling the Heart

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: past Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore, pre-slash Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canonical Character Death, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hair Brushing, Faerie Culture, Discussions of Balancing Debt, Ethics of Accepting Intimacy Under Contract

Summary: Routines took time to develop, whether by choice or by accident, but they always had one point where it began.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 17: Pleasure

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ROUTINES FORM THROUGH repetition of an action, sequence of actions, or events that occur more than once by deliberate design, becoming commonplace and familiar, even comforting. To become a routine, however, there must first be an impetus, a starting moment when the act or event is introduced as a potential variable. Some routines were more deliberate than others, such as establishing a routine of brushing your teeth in the morning and again in the evening. Others tended to happen more by accident of circumstance, such as taking a shower immediately upon coming home from a fourteen-hour shift at a cafe one happened to own-- a necessity during the early years when one had a very young child and was still feeling one's way through single fatherhood while also being determined to do better than one's older brother.

In the week following the sealing of the bargain between Sam and the Novak brothers, the normal routines began to shift a bit even as others began to crop up. Learning to live together, even for only a week, required some careful negotiations around the establishing of and unavoidable infringement on personal boundaries. Sam still showered immediately upon coming home, but Jimmy and Cas preferred to shower after dinner once Jack had gotten his own bath and been put to bed. Jimmy had also taken over cooking since he and Cas couldn't safely eat Sam's cooking the way Jack could as a selkie. This left Cas to either help Jimmy in the kitchen or entertain Jack, both of which he excelled at.

It was therefore something of a surprise when, just after getting out of the shower, Sam heard a cautious knock on the door to his bedroom. It was heavier and more hesitant than Jack's usual knock, so Sam checked that his limited glamor was still up, then dropped the towel from his hair and slung it around his waist before calling out, "Come in!"

The door opened and a Novak cautiously poked his head around the edge of the door, eyes on the carpet. Sam thought it might have been Cas, and this was born out when he said, "Jimmy would like to inquire about the viability of addendums to the grocery list posted on your refrigerator."

"Of course, either of you may add or request alterations to anything on the list," Sam said, nodding even though Cas had not looked up. He hesitated a moment, then added, "If you have particular favorites or something we usually have causes sensory or allergy problems for you, please do let me know. Grocery day is usually on Fridays."

It was Thursday.

Cas nodded, but didn't immediately withdraw. He seemed to be thinking about something, and Sam let him be, absently reaching up to his hair to start working the tangles free with his fingers until he could get ahold of his comb. He probably ought to put on pants as well, since humans tended to be a bit funny about nudity, even partial nudity, and it was possible that Cas was keeping his eyes down for more reasons than just his already admitted aversion to eye contact.

"Thank you," Cas said abruptly. Sam stiffened, feeling the weight behind the words, the acknowledgement of Debt , but Cas was apparently not done. "What you have done... what you are doing for me and for Jimmy, it's bigger than just hospitality, even within the bounds of our bargain. There's trust involved, leaving us alone with your son and telling us of his nature when warning us against alarm if he wanders around as a seal. And offering to take our favorite foods into account in your grocery shopping, when just asking after those foods that cause us problems would be enough to see to our safety and fitness to work for you. The equivalency is off. So thank you. Jimmy can best repay your service to us through his skill at cooking and in engaging Jack. Please let me know if I can do something more for you in return."

Silence fell as Sam struggled to formulate a response to such an unexpected declaration. He supposed he could deny the debt, but he had a feeling that Cas would argue with him and the way he had laid out his reasoning for claiming an imbalance had Sam unsure if he would be able to win that argument. But to accept anything further from the man also felt... uncomfortable, particularly after Cas had clarified that he was the only one offering more. Because he felt that he could not equal his brother with cooking or entertaining Jack? Cas was certainly more reserved than Jimmy, or perhaps simply less prone to pretending a social ease he didn't feel.

And Sam was standing there, speechless and with wet hair, in nothing but a towel.

"...Could you please hand me my pants?" Sam said at length after a long moment of silent floundering. "They, uh, they're hanging from a hook on the door you're holding."

"Oh!" Cas startled, and Sam caught a glimpse of blue as his still-averted eyes went wide. He averted his own eyes and turned his head to study the wet strands of hair tangled around his fingers as the door swung further open and he heard the rustle of fabric and the shuffle of steps as Cas entered the room more fully and approached with the blue plaid lounge pants from the back of the bedroom door. He stopped a couple feet away and held out the pants within Sam's line of sight. "They're very soft."

"They're flannel," Sam murmured, a little inanely. He freed his hand from his hair, the other one still holding up the towel, and took the pants carefully, fumbling a bit to get a good grip on the front of the waistband so he could step into them and pull them up without letting the towel drop. "They're a bit much to sleep in, especially in summer, but not many fabrics match them for comfort and softness."

Cas made a quiet sound in the back of his throat that would have been a perfectly neutral hum of acknowledgement if it had not sounded just the slightest bit strangled. Sam risked a glance up towards the young man's face and caught the flush of heat pinkening his cheeks as his eyes seemed to linger on...

...Sam's own bare chest.

Oh...

Well. That was both flattering and entirely too tempting a thought. Sam wasn't precisely the horndog that his older brother was reputed to be, but he wasn't chaste, and his last dalliance of any substance was mutually ended a year and a half before Jack was born. He had been through longer "dry spells", of course, but... well, he was also just as weak to beautiful things as any of his faerie kin, and the Novak brothers were very, very beautiful men. It would be easy, as easy as letting the towel slip a fraction of a second too soon to properly conceal himself, as a tilt of his head and a brush of fingers....

Sam gripped the towel more firmly and kept it in place as he situated the lounge pants beneath it before tugging it free of his hips and returning the terrycloth to drying his hair. It would be easy, and it would be wrong to make such a move so soon after Cas had acknowledged a debt between them. That was not a payment he could accept, nor was it a pleasure he could even so much as suggest as long as there was debt between them. He would have to think of something else and hope that Cas had not noticed his distraction or guessed at the direction of his thoughts.

Whether he did or not, at least Cas didn't say one way or the other. He didn't say anything at all for a long moment, and neither did he leave, until he said abruptly, "Would you accept assistance with your hair?"

Human, Sam reminded himself, even as something in his chest tightened sharply. Cas couldn't know what it meant to a faerie to allow someone else to help tend their hair, the trust and familiarity granted only to close family... or lovers. He risked a sharp glance in Cas's direction and was surprised to see the human looking directly at him. It was no wonder Cas avoided eye contact, because it felt like Sam was reading everything in his eyes, the fear and longing and aching vulnerability and, threaded through all of it, a tenuous thread of hope tied into the trembling little waver of a smile.

"There was a rusalka exchange student in the drama department at college," he said, shaking from the effort to keep eye contact. "She handed me a comb one day and told me if I pulled her hair out she'd drown me."

Well. Maybe he understood a bit of the trust involved after all.

"I'll dig out my comb while you let your brother know what I said about the grocery list," Sam said at length, and had the pleasure of seeing the way Cas's face lit up with joy at the implied agreement to his offer.

He watched as Cas darted out of the bedroom, presumably to go and speak to Jimmy, and made himself breathe. The last person besides him to touch his hair had been Jess, and that loss was a wound on his heart that still ached even two hundred and sixty-three years later. None of his relationships since had been close enough to allow such an intimacy, though he had done his best to honor her final wishes that he not close himself off for mourning her. If he was honest, he rather thought she might have liked Cas and Jimmy, had she survived the fever that had taken her and accepted his bond the way she had accepted his hand and ring.

If he was honest, he rather missed the feeling of another person's hands in his hair.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Sam found first a shirt and then the comb. By the time Cas returned, he had managed to towel dry most of his hair himself and was settled on the edge of the bed with space behind him for Cas to sit. If there was a slight tingle that passed between his fingertips and Cas's along with the comb, well, he kept that to himself and Cas made no mention of it. And Cas was, as promised, good enough with hair with his delicate touch and attention to detail that even a tempermental rusalka would approve.

Perhaps he wouldn't mind this happening again.

[umbrellamedic]

💃   to   slow   dance   with   my   muse.

help i need this so bad. carlos intiates, no doubt. two possible scenarios. dbd verse: they're commiserating at The Pile about missing music. or resi evil verse: carlos and bertha are once again on a mission, and she is particularly obstinate in her cold medic routine, not giving into any of his shit, but then he suggests that even BERTHA must be human to like to dance.

either way the next thing that happens is he navigates her into a slow dance accompanied by some half hummed half sung (and mostly in tune. mostly.) peruvian-porteguese song carlos knows a few of the lyrics to. in this essay i will–

Cut for length, not for anything saucy

~PART ONE~

It happens because she gets sloppy; in the comfort of The Pile, Bertha's usual vigilance drops. She checks the entry points when she first shows up- as is her way- but, once satisfied nothing has broken through any of the windows they've patched up with scavenged wood and at least one gurney stolen from Lery's, she lets her guard down. She doesn't keep track of how much time passes as she goes through her medkit to check the state of her supplies. She doesn't have to replace quite as much as she expected. This could be because she is stingy with the best of her supplies with most other survivors. She needs to forage the false Raccoon City for green herbs soon.

She is rerolling bandages when it happens. Bertha's mask is set to the side, her hands are busy with a task she has performed many times in boredom, and the silence of the room is pushed aside by the song she's singing. Not actual words; it's a string of 'la da's and 'ah na's to the tune of something she hasn't heard in years. Hadn't even before the Fog. She does not notice when she ceases to be alone. Sloppy.

Carlos's smile could be for any reason; the medic is more ready to believe it's for a trial gone reasonably well than that it could be for how relaxed and- almost- happy she seems. She does not think too hard into it and instead stops her singing in favor of conversation and staunchly pretending she was not making any sounds at all when he came in. Her hands ache to get her mask and slip it into place, but this is an old habit and not needed around her teammate. She is trying to be comfortable showing them her face, despite the dusting of pink on her cheeks that only darkens as their conversation goes from music- God, they all miss music so much- to dancing. Bertha is not a great dancer. She doesn't know many dances at all.

She isn't sure how they end up dancing.

Her head is tilted so her eyes can stay on her feet to make sure they do not stop on Carlos's as he leads her in something slow and swaying and accompanied by a song from his memory. He sings softly, so much that eventually she needs to pull her eyes away from their feet and lean closer to him to really hear it. If she has to rest her head on his shoulder to best hear the rhythm, it's to help her move in time. Practical; that's all she'll admit it is.

She's not familiar with the tune, but as they move together she decides it might be one of her favorites. When she stops thinking too much about the steps it becomes easier; she can move with him as a single unit. She feels safe in his arms and only distantly wonders if he feels safe in hers.

~PART TWO~

Missions where no one is grievously injured are the absolute worst. Or, more accurately, missions where Bertha is on lone to another team where no one is grievously injured are the absolute worst. There is nothing for the medic to do; no bloody wound to entertain herself with. She holds this opinion until they accomplish their goals and are waiting on a sub-grouping of their team to return. They cannot leave the stragglers behind. At that point, missions where no one is grievously injured and she must wait on three or four other people she neither knows nor cares for become the absolute worst.

When one of the UBCS she is babysitting ambles over (one who has attempted to make nice with her before), Bertha debates whether it's from boredom, or if he's simply fulfilling some dare from the others. A show of bravery. Even among mercenaries, an unfamiliar, masked doctor is not to be taken lightly. Maybe especially among mercenaries. She's sure more than a few of them have been tortured. She knows her reputation- she has worked hard for it. Surely they know the kinds of things her steady hands are capable of. Or, at least, they can imagine. She isn't sure any can really get close to how much damage she can make her patients survive. The reason why does not matter; he approaches and there is no readily apparently sign that he will be leaving any time soon.

At first her responses are terse. Telling him she is not in the mood to talk has not worked any better than telling him to fuck off has on previous occasions. He comes back with the same breezy smile, like he's sure she's already accepted their friendship. It makes her smile under mask more than she will ever admit to another living soul. Her attempts at scaring him away are no more successful than usual.

Hell, with the time to kill, some old tape player he found and swiped during the mission, and an old cassette in one of his many, many pockets things, she does not actually mind that he sees through her frosty attempts. They begin talking about music; mostly old songs from childhood. This somehow bleeds into talking about dance- something Bertha has never had much interest in outside of moshing, if that even really counts. He's as sure that even she can dance as he is of their friendship. She's sure she's too white to have any rhythm.

Either to prove her wrong, or to teach her- she isn't sure of his motivations here, either- his hands find hers. It's slower than the actual song at first, possibly while he gauges whether or not she actually will stab him like she threatens. Then Bertha gets fed up with their movements not matching the pace of the unfamiliar song. She can't dance. She really can't. But trying to do it slower than the song is not doing her any favors. The song isn't entirely that fast in and of itself anyways; she catches on to his leadership with less instances of stepping on his feet than she had expected at the start. They both have heavy boots, his toes are safe enough.

Carlos knows the song; he sings along under his breath to words Bertha can only imagine he's heard a thousand times. She's fairly certain the rest of his team will be treated to the soft sounds of the cassette on the return transport. Possibly after that, as well. Part of her wonders if he's already played it for them and has been shooed away; if that's how he's ended up with arms around her and her hands on his shoulders (when did this happen? she isn't sure), moving gently to and old song. Another part of her considers that, maybe (just maybe), she's the first person he shares the song with. She knows it's unlikely, but decides to believe it anyways.

Michaela is a smiling, blushing mess under her mask. She's still clumsily bumping his feet with hers every couple steps.

[christian-perspectives]

The Centurion At The Cross Of Jesus

The daily routine for some of the Roman soldiers included crucifying those sentenced to death. A centurion would oversee the soldiers hang a criminal on a cross and then raise it up. These soldiers completed their task by securing the cross in the ground. At that point, they waited until the person hanging above them died. So they usually found something to do. When Jesus hung on the cross, the centurion probably watched as his men cast lots for His clothes. But when Jesus breathed His last this centurion noticed something different about Him. When the Roman officer overseeing the execution saw what had happened, he worshiped God and said, “Surely this man was innocent.” Luke 23:47 In the movie, The Greatest Story Ever Told, John Wayne played the centurion at the cross. He uttered in his western style voice, "Aw, truly this man was the Son of God."  What did the centurion see that was different from others who died on an old wooden cross? Along with other things, Jesus didn’t curse anyone and He granted salvation to a dying criminal. - And Jesus replied, “I assure you, today you will be with me in paradise.” - By this time it was about noon, and darkness fell across the whole land until three o’clock. - The light from the sun was gone... - Then Jesus shouted, “Father, I entrust my spirit into your hands!” - And with those words he breathed his last. Luke 23:43-46

A Roman Soldier Sought Out Jesus

In light of this, Jesus and a Roman centurion did cross paths one day. In fact, the soldier sought the Lord out for a personal favor. When Jesus returned to Capernaum, a Roman officer came and pleaded with him, “Lord, my young servant lies in bed, paralyzed and in terrible pain.” Matthew 8:5-6 Jesus responded by saying something like, “I'll be right over.” The officer replied, “Oh no, I am not worthy to have you come into my home.” He explained that he knew how authority worked. Just say the word from where you are, and my servant will be healed. I know this because I am under the authority of my superior officers, and I have authority over my soldiers. I only need to say, ‘Go,’ and they go, or ‘Come,’ and they come. And if I say to my slaves, ‘Do this,’ they do it.” Matthew 8:8-9 This Roman soldier could have easily replaced his servant without giving it another thought. But because of his compassion, he humbly went to Jesus. And the Lord marveled at the faith. When Jesus heard this, he was amazed. Turning to those who were following him, he said, “I tell you the truth, I haven’t seen faith like this in all Israel! Matthew 8:10 Jesus made a comparison between the Jews and the Gentiles. He had come to minister to the Jewish people but many rejected Him. Then Jesus revealed that He will welcome the Gentiles. And I tell you this, that many Gentiles will come from all over the world—from east and west—and sit down with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob at the feast in the Kingdom of Heaven. Matthew 8:11

Had Jesus Met the Centurion at the Cross Before?

Was the centurion at the cross the same man who sought out Jesus to heal his servant? We don’t know. Even if this man wasn't he probably knew the one who did visit Jesus. Possibly the story about this young servant’s healing circulated among the soldiers. Other centurions surely heard about what Jesus did for their fellow comrade. So let’s entertain this question. If it was he or one who knew about the healing, how could he have put Jesus to death? Well, when a superior officer gave an order, it had to be carried out. It didn’t matter who had crucifixion duty that morning. The ranking centurion needed to make sure that each criminal under his charge hung on a cross that day. He had to follow orders. Even today military personnel must without question follow orders from their superiors. So how much more should we follow without question the orders of our Divine Leader? The centurion who sought out Jesus gave a lesson on authority. The centurion at the foot of the cross gave us a practical lesson on obeying authority. We must also obey the authority of Jesus.

Obeying Orders

He bases His authority on furthering His kingdom. He doesn’t ask us to do anything that we can’t do in love. And when we live in obedience to His author we exhibit our love for Him. Jesus replied, “All who love me will do what I say. My Father will love them, and we will come and make our home with each of them. John 14:23 The Roman soldiers who crucified Jesus are often portrayed by their enjoyment in torturing and killing Him. But we know of at least one soldier who didn’t. That day, at the foot of the cross the Lord revealed to a centurion that Jesus surely was the Son of God. Lord, your orders or commands are always given with love and purpose. Help us that we would no longer question them but follow them to the tee. Check out these related posts on Holy Week.  - Monday Of Holy Week, Jesus Cleaned Out The Temple.  - Tuesday Of Holy Week, Opportunities Taken By Jesus.  - Wednesday of Holy Week, Jesus Knows How To Be Our Savior.  - Thursday of Holy Week – The Agreement Of The New Covenant. - Good Friday, The Most Difficult Day Of Holy Week. - Saturday Of Holy Week - Jesus' Body Laid In A New Tomb - Jesus' Resurrection, The Most Important Event Of Christianity Read the full article

[smolthealmighty]

Who’s on the Roof?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28640127

Did anyone want to see Mr. Compress give Skeptic an aneurysm by quoting the classic Abbott and Costello routine “Who’s on First?”

No?

Too bad!

Skeptic was not having a good day. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had a good day ever since the moment Re-Destro issued his declaration of war to the League of Villains.

Not only had their plan backfired in almost every way possible, now they all had to work for this group of utter maniacs. He swore that trouble followed these loose cannons wherever they went, as each interaction with them always left him five seconds from having a conniption by the end of it. Toga acted like she was having a perpetual sugar high, Dabi would schedule meetings with him only to blow him off half of the time, and he had no idea how the rest of the league were able to understand Twice's constant contradictions. The only saving grace was that he didn’t have to deal with the full force of the league –yet– as Shigaraki was held back somewhat by his healing injuries, and Spinner usually hovered around him.

But they weren’t the reason why Skeptic wasn’t having a good day. No, the blame for that lay solely on Mr. Compress’s shoulders. He may be the voice of reason for the league, but with the company he kept it was like saying he was the tallest dwarf. The flashy magician always talked as if he was delivering a soliloquy on center stage with all the spotlights fixed on him. Worst of all was how his arrogant tone of voice made it impossible to tell whether or not he was joking at any given moment.

Needless to say, he was not looking forward to their scheduled meeting, which he was on his way towards at the moment. Dabi had once again left in the middle of an earlier conference before Skeptic was able to plan out the fire-wielder’s own meeting with the pro-hero Hawks, and for some reason Mr. Compress volunteered to help. Now they just had to finalize the details and make sure they got to Dabi before he tried to go off on his own again.

Skeptic entered the conference room, barely acknowledging the showman as he walked over to sit across from him. As usual, Mr. Compress was wearing one of his many masks, this one being a version he hadn’t seen before. It was plain white like the others, but the design was of a diamond divided into four smaller ones. He didn’t bother looking at it for long; there were more important matters to get to.

"Alright, this better not be a waste of my time,” Skeptic grumbled as he sat down at the table across from the showman and began pulling out his laptop. “Hawks is going to bring proof of his loyalty tomorrow night, if Dabi’s to be believed, and we need to make sure there’s at least some type of back up in case something goes wrong. So you’d better have come up with a plan for that."

He looked up from his laptop, now displaying a blank document to take notes with, and gave Mr. Compress the most serious look he could muster. This was his last meeting of the day and he was not going to end it with an anger-induced aneurysm.

"Oh Skeptic, there’s no need to look so grim. Of course I have a plan!” exclaimed Mr. Compress, pausing to dramatically unfurl a set of blue prints, which he spread across the table. Upon closer inspection, it was of the warehouse Dabi intended to hold his meeting at.

“When Hawks arrives for his rendezvous Dabi, I believe the best strategy would be to have the least detectable people scattered around the place to listen in, that way they can intervene if need be with Hawks being none the wiser.”

‘Well good,’ thought Skeptic, ‘He actually seems to know what he’s doing for once.’

“With that in mind,” Mr. Compress continued, “I have reviewed your lists of members –goodness it was a lot– and I chose the best candidates for the job based on their quirks. I also went ahead and the most secure positions as follows. So, Who will be on the roof, What is behind the wall, and I Don’t Know is by the window…"

‘Never mind, I jinxed it,’ thought Skeptic, as he quickly interrupted the showman. "Hold on, stop! Excuse me?"

Mr. Compress paused for a moment, raising his head to look at Skeptic instead of the blueprints, before repeating himself, slightly slower this time. "Who is on the roof, What is behind the wall, and I Don’t Know is by the win-"

"No, why are you asking me?"

At that question, Mr. Compress tilted his head to the side before responding condescendingly –the nerve– "I’m not asking anything."

Skeptic looked at him, stunned into silence, then quickly recomposed himself. "Look, you’re the one setting everything up here, right?"

"Right."

"So you should know where everyone is and their names so you can give them their stations."

"Of course," Mr. Compress replied eagerly.

Skeptic sighed in relief, thinking that whatever mix-up had occurred was now resolved, and asked, "So, who’s on the roof?"

"Yes."

Skeptic startled at how matter-of-factly the answer was. "No, I mean his name."

"Who."

"The one on the roof."

"Who."

"The person stationed on the warehouse roof."

"Who."

"The guy-"

"Who is on the roof," Mr. Compress interjected.

“No that’s what I’m asking you!” Skeptic shouted in confusion, “Who’s on the roof?"

Mr. Compress pleasantly replied, "Yes, that’s his name."

"Who’s name?" Skeptic asked perplexed.

"Yes."

"Alright so tell me his name."

Mr. Compress shrugged his shoulders as he responded, "That’s it."

"That’s who?"

"Precisely."

Skeptic growled, "Stop fooling around and give me his name!"

"Who."

"The person that’s going to be on the warehouse roof!"

"Who is on the roof, Skeptic."

"WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME?!" Skeptic bellowed, shaking in utter frustration. Two minutes. Two minutes into this meeting and Skeptic was done with whatever Mr. Compress was doing! After taking a moment to take a deep breath and recompose himself, he tried to steer the conversation back on track. “Look, Mr. Compress, I just want to know. What’s the name of the one on the roof?"

Mr. Compress gasped, "Goodness no Skeptic! What’s behind the wall."

"I’m not asking who’s behind the wall!" Skeptic exclaimed.

"No, Who’s on the roof."

“Stop, one position at a time!” cried Skeptic, hammering the point home by slamming his palm onto the table with a loud bang. “Now, what’s the name of the guy on the roof?"

Mr. Compress interjected, "We went over this, Who is on the roof."

“I don’t know!”

“Oh, he’s by the window,” Mr. Compress responded delightfully, “Are you quite alright? You keep switching topics-"

Skeptic, at this point utterly baffled, cut him off, "Wait, how the hell did we get to talking about the person by the window?"

Mr. Compress paused, and replied in a slightly patronizing tone, "...Because you brought him up, Skeptic."

Ignoring that insulting tone, Skeptic attempted to draw the connection needed to finally make sense of the planned positions. "So, if I mentioned his name, who did I say is by the window?"

"No. Who's on the roof."

"What's on roof?"

"What's behind the wall."

"I don't know!"

"He's by the window."

"OH GREAT, NOW WE’RE BACK AT THE-" Skeptic threw his arms up in the air as he cut himself off, taking another breath to prevent himself from shrieking  again at the quick succession of confusing statements he just went through. ‘That pompous bastard! Calling me inept when he can’t even make his own plan clear! I wonder how he’d take that same implication.’

With his face still visibly red, Skeptic decided to give the magician a taste of his own medicine and shot back, "With all due respect Mr. Compress, do you even know the names of the people you’re using for this plan?"

"Oh my,” muttered Mr. Compress, looking genuinely flabbergasted from what Skeptic could see in his body language, but he also knew that the performer could very well be acting the part. “Skeptic, I think there may be a misunderstanding. You see, there’s a man I want to station on the roof-"

Skeptic was not keen on retreading this particular ground again, so he interrupted, "I know you have someone on the roof! I’m asking you, what’s-"

"No, What’s behind the-"

“Oh no I’m stopping you right there! I am asking you, Mr. Compress,” Skeptic demanded, jabbing his pointer finger on the blueprints, “What is the name of the person stationed on the roof?”

Mr. Compress looked down at where Skeptic was pointing, then back up at Skeptic, and said, just as matter-of-factly as he had several times before, "What is behind the wall."

"I don’t even- Alright, who’s behind the wall?"

"Who’s on the roof."

"WHAT POSITION DO YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT?!" Skeptic screeched, punctuating his outrage by smashing both of his fists on the desk hard enough to bruise.

Mr. Compress was unfazed by this, choosing to lean his head upon his hand before replying, "Whichever position you want to focus on."

Skeptic hollered, "WHO’S ON THE ROOF?"

"Yes." Mr. Compress happily nodded.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGH!!!”

~

Dabi was taking a walk, meandering through the corridors of the mansion at random. Suddenly, one of the double doors in his path slammed open and out tumbled Mr. Compress, with the roaring voice of Skeptic following him.

“Get out of my sight you IDIOTIC ILLUSIONIST!”

By the time the doors slammed closed, said illusionist had gracefully transformed his tumble into a somersault and ended up back on his feet in a victorious pose. He then turned to Dabi and waved, “Why hello Dabi, and how are you this fine day?”

Dabi took in the man’s composure, then observed the newly formed cracks on the door frame, before shrugging, “Nothing much. Just taking a walk around.”

“Ah yes, avoiding your responsibilities as usual. May I join you?”

“Eh, knock yourself out.” Dabi said, rolling his eyes at the showman, as if he was going to leave Dabi alone if he told him to scram. As he continued down the hall, now walking side-by-side with Mr. Compress, Dabi decided to address the elephant in the room. “Alright, I’ll bite. What exactly did you do to piss off I.T. McGee?”

The masked magician visibly lit up, in spite of his concealed expression, and immediately began to answer Dabi’s question. “Well Dabi, in order to tell you about what just happened, I’d have to give you a quite a bit of backstory to get there. You see, when you make your rounds as an entertainer…” Mr. Compress continued as he took off his mask to show Dabi his Cheshire grin, “… you learn a few classic routines.”

[faeryarchives]

Yayy, another person that knows twst and genshin impact! Since requests are open, can I request for Pomefiore with a yae miko s/o headcannons? I hope you don't get tired of these kinds of request. If you don't feel comfy with this ask, then feel free to delete it!

hi anon ~ these kind of requests actually makes me happy !! i just finished yae's quest earlier and i really love her she is so funny 😭

edit: im so sorry i didnt read the s/o part dbfjebk in process of editing t_t

pomefiore with a yae miko gender neutral s/o!

kitsunes are known for their intelligence and cunning minds under their beautiful appearance

: ̗̀➛ vil schoenheit

when vil saw you for the first time - he was amazed and immediately notice how you calmly reacted to being summoned to their world like it was normal for you.

"ara? there was a light at the sakura tree and now i am here. can you kindly tell me where am i?"

"sakura tree? i don't know what that is but you are in twisted wonderland right now."

"oh, ok so i am obviously not in inazuma right now. but how could you not know a sakura tre-"

the moment he heard that you were once the head shrine maiden in your world, vil asked if you could somehow help purifying the evil ghosts residing in their dorm in which you agreed - in exchange of asking about his skincare routine.

🤨🤨🤨 what you aren't using any skincare products? how did you maintain such clear skin?!

the pomefiore dorm leader was stunned while watching you perform your purifying ritual, he never seen someone which such grace other than himself!

sometimes the two of you would talk about the light novels your publishing house had published and once you consider him as one of your close friends.

vil noticed that despite your playful demeanor, you really treasure and care those people who enters your life which can be sometimes hidden by playing pranks on ace and deuce causing riddle going after you.

going shopping and make-over with vil is a must because why not? you will get the chance to go on shopping with your boyfriend who is looking a way to spend time with you despite his busy schedule.

overall, vil really enjoy your company despite pulling pranks on his makeup and such.

"sly potato, give me back my makeup brush."

"what if i don't? are you going to kiss me?"

"(name)"

"oooh, you want to kiss me so bad."

spoiler alert, he did which left you standing there with a faint blush on your face. the dorm leader couldn't wipe off the smile he had for the whole day - finally he did something that left you stunned.

: ̗̀➛ rook hunt

rook already has his eyes on you once he learned that you were a kitsune, and he was actually having fun with you! you didn't run away from him like leona or got angry at him like malleus but you entertain him with your mind games.

"how far can grim run into the woods?"

"why of course monsieur hirsute can run up to the botanical garden!"

"my my your first guess is absolutely wrong! he could only go halfway because after that, he is running out of the woods."

"all i wanted was to get back to the dorm, why did i end up in this."

he finds it amusing that you could actually keep your friends in check while having that smile on your face. he rarely see you without your signature smile whenever someone overblots.

what rook really admire about you was your ability to be able to read and influence people

"grim ~ can you get me some fried tofu in the cafeteria? i'll give you a tuna if you do."

moments later when the cat gave you your food, grim demanded to know where is his tuna

"it's right there"

"that is the tuna i was holding earlier!"

"i am giving it to your right now so whats your point?"

cue the angry complains of your cat companion 😾

the hunter once tried to see your tail but just ended up being zapped by your electro vision.

everyone in nrc knows if they put you on the same team during school festival - your team will immediately won with your mischievous plan and rook's actions.

putting you, grim and rook together - the three of you could recreate team rocket ☄️

whenever you feel tired from keeping your friends out of trouble, rook is here to save the day! the hunter will spoil you with praises and cuddles! sometimes he would also have your favorite food ready .

"you are the best rook, i love you so much."

"anything for ma cherie! can you perhaps show me your kitsune form?"

"don't even try."

: ̗̀➛ epel felmier

someone help this boy because you start teasing him when you saw him the first time. he just remind you of a certain eared war general in your world, how could you not resist? 😗

"epel i have a gift for you~"

"what is - no don't ya dare give me that apple pear!"

"just kidding look i just put mini illusion on it its actually normal apples."

"i thought you can only use your electro vision?"

"mmm yeah?"

"... no."

you were always mindful of complimenting epel knowing he doesn't like being mistaken for a girl because of his features in which he is really grateful for.

due to vil's request, you would sometimes give epel training by fighting your kitsune spirits which normally ended up him screaming in frustration

"i thought you were helping me to train, why do the foxes keep dodging my attack?!"

"i didn't know they weren't supposed to move? what's the use of training?"

epel would always remind himself to not let you near any prickled food knowing that you hate them with passion.

shower him with compliments how manly he is whenever he is feeling down or cuddle him! it will boost his mood1 00%

poor boy always fall for your tricks. it wasn't his fault he easily believe you because he can't even distinguish your facial expressions!

needless to say, epel felt like he won the lottery for having the best s/o who dotes on him

epel even roped you and grim eating ramen for midnight snacks at ramshackle dorm but hush don't tell the pomefiore dorm leader and vice leader know it's the secret between the three of you.

[lt-natrace]

“i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me.” with rhett 🥹🫶🏼

shelby my dear, the scream i let out when i saw this...insane

content warning: men being creepy/not taking a hint, violence and blood

Going out for drinks with your girlfriends has become a routine of sorts. You all worked long hours and liked to use Saturday night as a way to let loose a little before the week started again. There was only one bar in your small town and it had the same crowd every weekend but you found comfort in it. However, every now and then there would be someone from out of town that stopped in and would spend the night trying to blend in but everyone could see right through it. Most times you would entertain them and the horrible pick up lines but not tonight.

“Sweetheart!” The stranger yelled in an attempt to get your attention after you dodged his eye contact multiple times.

You rolled your eyes towards your friends before turning on the stool to face him, “Hi”

He took the opportunity to box you in with his arms, his cologne choking you “I asked you what a pretty thing like you was doing in a shithole like this.”

“Listen, I’m just here with some friends and-” you tried to let him down in a kind tone, hoping he would let it go, but he cut you off.

“I didn’t say we had to date,” he laughed as he leaned in closer, his arms still on either side of you, “I was just hoping we could have a little fun.”

By this point your tense figure and attempts to lean away from him had caught the attention of a few patrons. Conversations around you had stopped and the noise level in the bar had decreased substantially as everyone observed. A few of the men in the bar had begun to stand up and one you’d met a few times, Rhett Abbott, caught your attention. You sent pleading eyes his way and he immediately made his way over. 

“Hey man”, Rhett started as he clapped his hand on the man’s shoulder, “you must not be from the area because around here we respect our women.”

The man’s face became angry and he turned to make eye contact with Rhett. Despite the man being bigger than Rhett, he didn’t back down. He leaned in close to Rhett, “All that respecting women talk, you’d think you’d let her speak for herself, huh?” before turning back to get your response.

You had turned your body sideways so you weren’t facing him and this only angered him more. Before you could react, he threw a fist in Rhett’s direction, causing you to flinch back. Rhett dodged the punch and grabbed his arm to twist it behind his back. You suddenly saw how the years of bull riding had made Rhett stronger than he looks. You sat up straight and heard Rhett as he leaned into his ear, “We don’t disrespect women and we sure as hell don’t fight in front of ‘em.” 

As soon as the pair was outside the door, the conversations picked back up and your friends immediately made eyes your way. Of course you found Rhett attractive, you’d be blind if you didn’t, but he wasn’t the kind of man that settled down and that’s what you needed at this point. After a few minutes of convincing, you made your way to the door and found Rhett watching as the man’s truck pulled away. You pushed the door open as Rhett spit out blood onto the ground. Your boots on the gravel got his attention.

He turned and nodded his head to greet you, “apologies ma'am, my dad would kill me if he found out I spit in front of a lady.”

You took a few steps towards him and as you got closer, you saw his injuries. His nose was bleeding and his lip was beginning to swell, “I think your dad would kill you for fighting before he did for spitting.”

“Well that’s probably true,” he started as he let out a laugh and ducked his head before looking back up at you, “but I bet he’d make an exception if he found out it was for helping a pretty girl.”

You took a few more steps so he was close enough to touch, “I just wanted to thank you for protecting me. Anything I can do?”

His eyes met yours and you felt heat rush through your body before he replied in a low voice, “I guess I could use some help cleaning up these cuts, got some gnarly ones.” His gaze turned towards his hands and you lowered your eyes to match what he was looking at.

Rhett was right, his knuckles were dark red with blood that had begun to dry and you’re sure there would be patches of purple and blue underneath. Despite every rational thought in your mind telling you to go back inside and get towels for him, you spoke up, “I have a first aid kit at my house, wouldn’t want it to get infected y’know.”

He looked back to your face with a smirk, “Absolutely not.”

[nakachuchu]

Humble | Gojo Satoru

SYNOPSIS: He's annoyed you're strong, attractive, and humble.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 703

WRITTEN: 03/26/2021

NOTES: Sorry I couldn't include the smut. I only write sub!Gojo smut unless I'm otherwise inspired . I don't think I wrote this one too well so I hope you still enjoy it

You were a sorcerer who was recently employed as a teacher at the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu Tech.

Gojo had never heard of you or seen you before, and he didn't think you were that impressive based on your name alone.

You were from overseas and Yaga spoke highly of you, which only ticked Gojo off.

But what was he supposed to do once he learned you were humble and civil? The first time he met you, he was extraordinarily haughty and obnoxious, but all you did was smile and greet him as your superior.

"It's very nice to meet you, Gojo. I'm—"

"I know who you are," he interrupted with a smile. "Yaga talked my ear off about you. You must really be strong, huh?"

You smiled. "It depends on your definition of strong."

He thought about that interaction for days. You were infuriating because of how polite and nice you were.

Besides, you were the talk of the whole school. Even the students were intrigued and wanted to know who was coming.

Gojo thought there was no reason for other sorcerers to talk about you when there was no way you were stronger than him.

And while it was true that no one was stronger than Gojo Satoru, he was still impressed at how powerful you were.

Witnessing you in battle for the first time was mind-blowing, even though he tried to deny it at first.

'It was just a fluke. Oh, I didn't see that. There was dust in my eyes. Oh, what a pretty butterfly over there. There's no way that just happened.'

He used every excuse in the book possible to ignore the fact that, yes, you were the strongest sorcerer—aside from him—he had ever met.

He eventually acknowledged your abilities, but the fact that he knew he was stronger than you was what topped the cherry.

He decided it didn't matter if you were strong or not because you would never be able to beat him.

He sighed and the fake smile on his face twitched as he watched you entertain his students.

Itadori was easy. All you had to do was buy treats, and the boy was like your personal puppy.

"Itadori, roll over," you demanded.

He did as you commanded and you threw a treat at him.

Meanwhile, Kugisaki was talking to you about your skincare routine, and you'd respond when you weren't commanding Itadori to do something.

"I don't do much," you said. "Besides, your skin is already perfect, Kugisaki. I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend already."

Her eyes twinkled. "Really?"

"Mhm. Hand, Itadori."

You stuck your hand out and he placed it in yours. You nodded and placed the treat in his mouth before turning to Fushiguro.

"You sure you don't want a treat, Fushiguro?" you asked.

"I'm okay."

You shrugged. "If you say so. What about your shikigami? Don't you think they're lonely?"

He stared at you for a moment. "I suppose they are."

You smiled. "Everyone gets lonely, Fushiguro. It doesn't matter if they're humans or shinigami. Okay, Itadori, that's enough treats for today."

He pouted. "Already?"

"Good boys get more treats later. Eating too many isn't good for you."

"Yes, Y/N-san," he said.

You patted his head before walking over to Gojo and holding out the bag of treats.

"Would you like some, Gojo-san?"

"You can drop the honorifics," he said. "I'm okay. Save them for Itadori."

You nodded and rolled the bag of treats up.

"You have lovely students," you said. "You must be very proud."

He hummed.

How was he supposed to act around you? He didn't want to keep being overly obvious and arrogant—a little bit was okay though.

After seeing your abilities, he developed a small crush on you—only small though. Plus, you were attractive to the point where he'd lift one end of his blindfold to get a better look at your ass.

Now, the problem was: How was he supposed to ask you out without seeming like a dick?

"Gojo, would you like to go out for lunch tomorrow?" you asked innocently, eyes focused on his students.

He glanced at you, then shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure."

He was secretly freaking out.

[tetsunormous]

Provoking the captain

pairing: dom!Kuroo x f!reader

genre: smut (18+), established relationship

word count: 2.4 k

warning: swearing, fingering, choking, daddy kink, exhibitionism (?), edging, clit spanking, degradation

You and Kuroo have been together for a few months now. It was routine for the two of you to have lunch together with the team, and you could tell how happy it made him to know you get along so well with his teammates. He gets jealous quite easily, although he completely trusts you, so it’s hard for him not to feel some type of way when you go off joking around with the rest of the boys.

You were feeling a little bratty today and before you went your separate ways after lunch, knowing fully well you didn’t give him as much attention as he’d like, you grab Kuroo’s tie and pull him close enough that your lips barely touch.

It’s clear his team was watching with wide eyes, you look up at him before softly saying, “I’ll see you in class, make sure you pay attention, yea?”

You pull away with a faint smirk resting on your lips before turning to the team, “I’ll come by practice later, see you soon!”, and with that you start walking away knowing teasing Testsu like that will definitely come back to bite your ass later.

Kuroo stood there shocked that his baby girl would act out like this infront of other people, but he was also in awe of your confidence. That all changed when he heard Yamamoto and Lev snickering about how you have their captain wrapped around your pretty little finger.

“Oi! Who knew sweet little y/n was actually in charge” Yaku says, knowing it would egg Kuroo on further.

“Get your asses to class! If any of you show up late to practice I’m making you run extra”, and with that Kuroo walks away to the sound of Kenma’s snickers in the back.

It's the last period and you both have chemistry together. Normally he’s very good at staying focused but you couldn't help but smile at the sight of him constantly fidgeting and scrunching up his nose. “Are you okay, Tetsu? You seem a little distracted today” you ask as you rest your hand on his thigh.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing right now, but you know how I feel about you getting so close to others, especially right in front of me”, he turns towards you and whispers just loud enough for you to hear, “you didn’t give me any attention at lunch, and you top it off with a tease in front on my team? You really are my naughty girl aren't you chibi-chan?”

“Is that what I did? I’m sorry Tetsu” you say before shyly smiling, “maybe you can tell me more about what I did wrong after class, okay daddy?”

At this point, you knew you were screwed but watching your boyfriend’s eyes darken never fails to get you excited.

The rest of class went by slower than you hoped but the not so secretive glances Kuroo kept making made it entertaining to say the least. You tried your hardest not to pay him any attention, but the way his leg was bouncing against yours told you what you already knew. Practice was going to be different today.

The two of you start packing up your books as the bell rings and he’s already standing behind you with his large hand caressing your side.

“You better be good and finish your homework while I’m in practice chibi-chan, I’m not sure you’ll have time to complete it later after your little games earlier” he whispers, sending shivers down your spine.

“Is that a threat, or a promise Tetsu?”

You could taste the lust in his voice, “My pretty girl, I promise I’m going to fuck some manners into you”

And with that he leads you out of the classroom and over to the volleyball gymnasium. He taps your ass as you head towards the table in the corner where you normally get your work done while he's practicing.

“Alright kitten, give me a kiss before I go change for practice”

“Hmmm I don’t know Tetsu, for someone complaining about my manners, you forgot the magic word when you asked”

“Is this how you want tonight to go? Because if you keep this up, I will drag you into that janitor closet and remind you of your place”

Right as you were about to give in and offer him a kiss, the team floods into the gym and starts shouting at the two of you.

“I think it’s time for you to go captain. Don’t worry though, I’ll be a good girl and finish my homework”

He chuckles dryly, “You better.” and heads to the locker rooms.

Practice goes as usual but you can tell he’s on edge. Everyone in the room could tell Kuroo was on top of his game today. His serves are more powerful, his spikes are breaking through all their blocks, and his read blocking was scary accurate. Every so often he would make eye contact with you and it was nearly impossible to keep yourself from squeezing your legs shut. Kuroo is an incredible player but seeing the effect your little act has on his skills was shamelessly attractive.

You’re normally pretty well behaved and it’s a given you’d finish your work so completing your homework was never something that troubled you. However, the sounds of Kuroo’s hands smacking against the balls was distracting enough to make the process longer than normal. You finish all your work just in time to his two hour practice ending.

As you start packing up your work, you feel a presence looming over you and Kuroo’s scent fills your mind. He takes your hair and sweeps it behind your shoulder before leaning close to your ear, “I asked Yaku to lock up, I’m giving you two minutes to meet me in the janitors closet. If you’re late, I’m sure the boys wouldn't mind watching me put you in your place.”

A shiver runs down your spine instantly, but you know there's no hiding the wetness leaking from just the thought of what might happen next. He begins to leave and you can physically feel your body blushing as you scramble to pack up your bag. You knew teasing Kuroo would lead to a ‘funishment’ of sorts, but you’ve never heard him speak to you in such a sadistic tone.

As you pick up your book bag and head towards the janitor’s closet, your heart feels like it wants to burst from the anticipation. It’s common for Kuroo to get a little rough when you’d have sex but perhaps acting up at school wasn’t the best choice. Especially if the team has a big game next week.

You quickly slip into the closet and you’re met with your gorgeous boyfriend wearing a shit eating smirk, “Just in time kitten, I was beginning to think you want the team to see how desperate you are for my cock. No worries, I’m sure they’ll hear you either way.”

He kisses you softly and takes your bag from you before setting it on the floor. You’re standing there playing with your fingers with your legs pressed tightly together as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Why do you look so nervous? What happened to the attitude, kitten?

“I’m not nervous!”

“No? It doesn’t make you nervous that the boys are going to do some individual practices before locking up? It doesn’t make you nervous that I plan to fuck you dumb so you know what happens when little girls try to give me an attitude, and the only thing separating us and the team is that door behind you?” He takes his hand and tilts your chin so you’re looking straight at him. He gives you a small smile, “My, you must really be a whore if it doesn’t make you nervous that anyone who’s in the gym will be able to hear just how desperate you are. We both know how loud you get”

“I know how you get when I’m bratty, for someone so smart you’d think it was easy to figure my intentions by now”

“Do you really think you’re in any position to talk to me like that?” His right hand now gripping the sides of your neck while his left hand travels under your skirt and begins to caress your thigh, “especially after admitting you acted out on purpose”

His hand is more than big enough to fully grasp your throat. You begin to feel a little lightheaded from the lack of blood flow, but that only makes you want him more. You know his left hand is snaking its way up towards your heat but you can’t help but to want to push him one step further.

“You gonna keep your promise from earlier daddy?”

Kuroo almost wants to laugh at your words, but part of him is still in awe at your boldness today. “I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight”

He slams your body against the door as the two of you begin to makeout. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you with urgency. You grant him access as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip and his left hand finds itself situated between your legs. You feel a tap against your inner thigh and you spread your legs open while your tongues move in unison. The grip on your throat tightens as his fingers begin to stroke your pussy over your little panties. He pulls away and leans in close -- kissing, nibbling, and whispering into your ear knowing how sensitive you are, “what’s got you so wet kitten? We’ve barely just begun”.

“You Tetsu” you whimper into his shoulder as his fingers start to hover over your needy clit.

“Yeah kitten? I barely touch you and you’re already soaking. Do you think you deserve to feel good after teasing me today?”

“T-tetsu, please” as you clutch onto his arms looking up at him to see his expression. However, you’re met with his piercing eyes, now a shade darker, staring intently into yours as he starts rubbing you over the thin fabric you still wear.

You continue to whimper and his speed increases but he suddenly stops and takes a step back.

“I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

“I promise I’ll be good Tetsu, please, I’m sorry for being a brat” you quickly respond with your hands reaching out to him but he just chuckles.

“Of course you’ll be good now kitten, you want me to help you get off. You want me to fill you up and remind you how good my cock feels inside you.” He walks towards you and cages you between his body and the door, “bad girls don’t get what they want, but for now all I want is to fuck you with my fingers. If you even think about trying to cover your mouth I will make sure you don’t get to cum for days. You want to act up? Daddy’s going to make sure everyone knows who you belong to, go it?”

“Y-yes yes, please fuck me with your fingers”

He roughly tugs your panties off and uses his foot to spread your legs wide open. His left hand spreads your pussy open before spanking your clit, sending a sharp pain up your body, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips, “That’s not my fucking name.”

“Daddy! Yes, yes daddy I got it!”

His lips attach to yours and he strokes your wet folds feeling how you shudder at his touch. You moan into the kiss and he bites your bottom lip slightly as his thumb finds its way to your clit. “So fucking wet.”

“Only for you. I’m only this wet for you daddy. Please, I want to feel your fingers”

“Yea?” His thumb continues to rub you as two fingers lightly trace over your folds teasing your hole. “Let me hear how much you want my fingers in you.”

“Please! I’m sorry for teasing you today, please just let me feel you daddy”, you whine into him trying to keep your knees from buckling. “I promise to be your good girl, I need you in me! Please daddy, please make me feel good!”

He smirks down at you before plunging two fingers in your tight little hole and your body arches back while you let out a whiney moan. “Let me hear how good my fingers feel inside you baby” His fingers begin to curl and continually hit your spot while his thumb persistently pays attention to your clit.

“F-fuck daddy, you make me feel so good”

Your arms latch onto his for balance, and your head falls back against the door. Kuroo takes the opportunity to run his tongue against the exposed curvature of your neck before planting kisses against your jaw. He sucks against the skin where your neck and ear meets before biting on your earlobe, “I want everyone out there to hear how needy you are” and inserts another finger into your dripping cunt.

“Oh my god” you breathe out, “daddy it feels so good!” you scream not caring who’s on the other side of the door. All you can think about are his fingers expertly pumping into you, hitting your g-spot every time, while his left hand spreads your pussy lips further making it easier to continually rub your clit.

He can feel how close you are by the way your walls are squeezing around his finger. By the way you’re shamelessly moaning out his name asking for permission to cum. By the way the grip you have on his arms tighten and the heavy heaving of your chest.

So he stops.

“Bad girls don’t get what they want, remember?” He sticks his fingers into his mouth and sucks all your juices off before bending down to pick up your bag. “Maybe next time, you’ll think about how badly you want to finish before you become a fucking brat. Now, let's go out there and show everyone what a needy slut you are, yea?”

“T-that’s it?”

“I’m sorry, you didn't think I was actually going to let you finish, did you?”

The blush on your cheeks only grows darker at the thought of facing his teammates. You bend down to put your panties back on before you feel his hand rubbing your ass. “When we get back to my place, I promise to leave handprints all over this pretty ass. If you behave yourself, I’ll think about letting you cum”

© tetsunormous 2021 lmk if you want to be added to my tag list

[stardustprompts]

the poppy war - r.f kuang   sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw :   drugs , death , murder , nsfw , prostitution mention , language

‘take off your clothes.’

‘why would anyone drug themselves before a test?’

‘you’re about to be a very lucky girl, sweet.’

‘wow that’s great. really great. Terrific.’

‘your folks are assholes.’

‘well fuck the heavenly order of things.’

‘don’t you have actual responsibilities?’

‘I don’t want to get on _____ ‘s bad side.’

‘you would make a terrible prostitute. no charm.’

‘what is so wrong with getting married?’

‘do you want to die?’

‘everything is spilling out of my head as quickly as I put it in.’

‘please do not commit spousal homicide.’

‘give me a way out of this shithole.’

‘hello, I’m praying.’

‘I seduced him with my nubile young body. you caught me.’

‘you can’t scare me into a confession, because I’m telling the truth.’

‘and that means you’re shit at your job.’

‘if you cross them—- if they even think you’ve looked at them funny—- they can and will hurt you.’

‘it’s easy to lose a language when you never speak it.’

‘you’re offending them with your very presence.’

‘they’ll make you an outsider, because you’re not like them.’

‘no matter what they say, you deserve to be here.’

‘I’ll kill you. I will fucking kill you.’

‘I went out in the sun once. you should try it sometime.’

‘oh, you’re the one ____ hates.’

‘you’d be a prick too if your family was both rich and attractive.’

‘honestly? I think he just comes in here to get high.’

‘I think you’re flattering yourself.’

‘unless you’ve got a weapon, don’t aim for the face. the neck’s a better target.’

‘we aren’t here to be sophisticated. we’re here to fuck people up.’

‘this is the only kick you’ll ever need, really. a kick to bring down the most powerful warriors.’

‘power dictates acceptability.’

‘he hasn’t done anything to earn my respect. all he’s done is act high and mighty.’

‘you’re nothing. you shouldn’t even be here.’

‘consider me bullied and intimidated, just let me sleep.’

‘he’s playing with her. he’ll end it soon.’

‘they’re good at fighting, but not much else.’

‘spend a lot of time looking at ____’s eyes do you?’

‘a betrayal of that sort would not have been out of character.’

‘come on, you belong here too.’

‘they’re not going to get rid of me like this. not this easily.’

‘I’m calm! I’m extremely calm!’

‘you’d rather kill your own people than let the opponent’s army walk away?’

‘you don’t let an enemy walk away if they’ll certainly be a threat to you later.’

‘he can’t stop raving about you.’

‘oh, don’t pretend to be bashful. you love it.’

‘you’re a walking disaster.’

‘anyone this obstinate deserves some attention, if only to make sure you don’t become a walking hazard to everyone around you.’

‘I heard he got drunk on rice wine last week and pissed into ____’s window. he sounds awesome.’

‘it’s me, your favorite person in the whole wide world.’

‘I do not have a problem. you are making up this problem for reasons unbeknownst to me.’

‘you’re killing the mood.’

‘they were weak as shit. scrawnier than you, even.’

‘you’re a real asshole. you know that right?’

‘your state of mind is just as important as the state of your body.’

‘sometimes you must loose the string to let the arrow fly.’

‘because I want to break his stupid face.’

‘he’s the most dangerous when he’s desperate.’

‘from this point on you’re just going to be a danger to yourself and everyone around you.’

‘you’re too reckless. you hold grudges, you cultivate your rage and let it explode, and you’re careless about what you’re taught.’

‘I knew I was the only one that could help him.’

‘they honed his rage like a weapon, instead of teaching him to control it.’

‘one urinating statue for my easily entertained friend.’

‘I don’t believe in gods. but I believe in power.’

‘one might say you’ve been obsessed with ____.’

‘don’t look to your left. pretend you’re taking to me.’ / ‘I am talking to you.’

‘we’re studying very weird things.’

‘I don’t actually know what I’m getting into.’

‘here is what happened: you called a god, and the god answered.’

‘you know that if you don’t get answers now, the hunger will consume you and your mind will crack.’

‘you’ve glimpsed the other side and you can’t rest until you fill in the blanks.’

‘supernatural is a word for anything that doesn’t fit your present understanding of the world.’

‘I’m supposed to take it as true that you’re a god?’

‘I’m not a god. I am a mortal who has woken up, and there is power in awareness.’

‘are we getting high? oh, wow. we’re getting high.’

‘ah. the law. so inconvenient. so irrelevant.’

‘we are not madmen. but how can we convince anyone of this, when the rest of the world believes it so?’

‘the price of power is pain.’

‘I understand the truth of things. I know what it means to exist.’

‘prey do not question the motives of the predator. the dead do not question the living. mortals do not challenge the gods.’

‘I killed for you. I would have done anything for you.’

‘I have seen the end of things. the shape of the world has changed.’

‘war doesn’t determine who’s right. war determines who remains.’

‘it’s alright. I know what you are.’

‘I thought I was the only one left.’

‘we have developed the power to rewrite the fabric of this world. if we don’t use it, then what’s the point?’

‘I don’t mess with that shit. it screws you up.’

‘I understand the appeal, I really do, but I like having my mind to myself.’

‘he’s a charmer. like a new puppy. you think he’s adorable until he pisses on the furniture.’

‘there’s no routine. no discipline. nothing you’re used to. am I right?’

‘so you’re the last of your kind. that’s sad.’

‘If you hold the fate of the country in your hands, if you have accepted your obligation to your people, then your life ceases to be your own.’

‘____ feared, and so he held you back.’

‘great danger is always associated with great power. the difference between the great and the mediocre is that the great are willing to take that risk.’

‘don’t ever let go on that anger. rage gives you power. caution does not.’

‘don’t give in... you’ve been so brave... but it takes more bravery to resist the power.’

‘the nature of this god is to destroy. the nature of this god is to be greedy, to never be satisfied with what he has consumed.’

‘so. screaming at rocks. is that, like, normal behavior here?’

‘fix this. prove your worth. do your fucking job or get out.’

‘I saved your life. doesn’t that make us at least a little square?!’

‘I was scared of you. and I lashed out.’

‘I thought I was better than you, and I’m not. I’m sorry.’

‘when I killed it, it felt like murder.’

‘look, I’m happy to discuss this, really, but I’m currently leaking life out three different wounds and I think I may pass out. would you give me a moment?’

‘well maybe ____ should get his head out of his ass.’

‘ ____ is more fragile than you think.’

‘look, asshole, I don’t need you to tell me what to do.’

‘they say he can read the future. shatter minds.’

‘you misunderstand the nature of our relationship. I am not your friend.’

‘he’s not human. he—- I don’t know what he is.’

‘but ___ was never allowed to be human.’

‘do you trust me?’ / ‘no. but that’s irrelevant.’

‘you don’t know what true suffering is.’

‘I have seen more than my fair share of suffering.’

‘that boy is beyond redemption. that boy is broken like the rest.’

‘I don’t want to be saved! I want power!’

‘that power will destroy everything you’ve ever loved. you will defeat your enemy, and the victory will turn to ashes in your mouth.’

‘we’ve missed something. something’s been laid out for us, but we can’t see it.’

‘fretting won’t make the dead come back to life.’

‘there was nothing human in those eyes.’

‘It was a nightmare, and I couldn’t wake up.’

‘I don’t need your pity. I need you to kill them for me.’

‘whatever it takes. swear it on your life. swear it for me.’

‘I won’t judge him. I don’t dare, because I don’t have the right. and neither do you.’

‘you asked me why I wouldn’t stop him. now you understand. you can’t stop an avenger. you can’t reason with a madman.’

‘I am afraid of what he might do in his quest for vengeance. and I am afraid that he is right.’

‘I am about to do something terrible. and you will have a choice.’

‘they give nothing to the universe, and the universe owes them nothing in return.’

‘you cannot survive my death.’

‘you’re trying to deceive me. you don’t get to deceive me.’

‘this is not the way. this path leads only to darkness.’

‘when are you going to stop being such a damn coward? what are you running from?’

‘you will turn the world to ash, and only demons will live in the rubble.’

‘you dress up your crusade with moral arguments, when in truth you would let millions die if it means you get your so-called justice.’

‘you have not cared about anything for a very long time. you are broken.’

‘I am terrified. but only because I’m starting to remember who I once was. don’t go down that path.’

‘your country is ash. you can’t bring it back with blood.’

‘I’m so sorry. I tried to warn you.’

‘you know the worst part? we’re so close to home.’

‘did you miss me? did you miss this?’

‘I just gave him some of his favorite medicine.’

‘resistance here means suffering. there is no escape. no future.’

‘you have nothing to fight for anymore’

‘what are you defending? you owe ____ nothing.’

‘we were disposable. we were tools. tell me that doesn’t make you furious.’

‘I am sick with fury.’

‘I will die on my feet. I will not die a coward. and neither will you.’

‘we could stay here. we could stay here forever. we wouldn’t have to go back.’

‘you’ll have to live with the consequences. but you’re brave ... you’re the bravest person I’ve ever met.’

‘I have lost everything I care about. I don’t want peace, I want revenge.’

‘I don’t need to sleep. I need to feel nothing.’

‘do you want forgiveness? I can’t give you that.’

‘we avenged him. he’s gone, but avenged.’

‘you have to believe that it was necessary. that it stopped something worse. and even if it wasn’t, it’s the lie we’ll tell ourselves, starting today and every day afterward.’

‘aren’t you supposed to be a seer? do you ever see anything useful?’

‘we have an enemy whom we love.’

‘I’m going to find and kill everyone responsible. you cannot stop me.’

‘oh I’m not going to stop you.’