#you will look at my bunny and you will ignore the clothing is from different classes

[matrinki]

final fantasy fourteen is first and foremost about dress up. for me

[myouicieloz]

All for me

CEO Im Nayeon x college student!reader

Synopsis: Nayeon is on a work trip and you miss her.

Warnings: nsfw, smut, phone sex ig

Word count: 2.8k

Notes: hummm I think there are some spelling mistakes… grammar ones too lowk... not proofread! ˆˆ

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“Who’s Jenjen?” Nayeon’s voice is full of disdain as she stares at you, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

“W-what?” you frown, taking your mouth out of her breast with a ‘pop’, truly confused about why she’d bring up your friend in the conversation while you’re like that: a mess of coated saliva and wheezy thoughts, buried in between her chest. “She’s my roommate. From the US, remember? But why—” The woman ignores your confused face, promptly picking up your vibrating phone from behind you. It was visible that your friend, Jennifer (or, well, Jenjen💞❤️😎💙 — as the girl had picked out her own contact name) was calling you. “—oh.”

Jen doesn’t call you often, so it’s strange that she did. You gesture to reach your phone from Nayeon’s delicate hands, only to have your own slapped, instead.

“What are you thinking? Don’t fucking answer.” She lifts an eyebrow at you, pulling herself up to her elbows.

Daring you to misbehave, to not listen to her clear commands. You know how well Nayeon loves this game, how she delights herself in punishing you whenever you do something she deems as wrong — even if you haven’t actually disobeyed her. She just revels in doing as such: messing with you as she pleases. You’re her property, after all. Her little doll, to play and deal with however she wanted to.

And you know better than to not follow her blindly.

You’ll deal with Jen later, you decide. For now, you allow Nayeon to pull you by the hair, bringing your focus back to her delicious moans as your mouth finds her stiffened nipples once again.

-

It was rare for Nayeon to facetime you unexpectedly.

You’d usually have full days of classes, and hers were usually pretty packed up with work, so she’d always wait until you were both on a break to call, messaging first.

Not today, though.

You answer the video call straight away, fixing yourself as best as you were able to while her face didn’t appear on the screen. While you were surprised, the smile on your lips was genuine. The woman had been in Japan attending a few meetings for a couple of days now, and you missed her a lot. She also seemed surprised to see you in your dorm, too, though it clearly pleased her more than it should.

“Hi, Nayeon. Is everything ok?” Your eyes brightened at the sight of her, looking so composed and lavish in her work clothes, bunny smile and shiny eyes presented all for you.

She could be a bitch and a pain in the ass if she wanted to, specially when dealing with work stuff, but she was always caring towards you. Never rude, never impatient.

“Well hello, princess. Don’t you have classes to attend to?” you giggled at the older woman, jumping in bed and taking her— or your phone, for what it mattered, with you.

“Technically, yes.” you told her, after a few seconds of fake pondering, “I’m ditching today, though. There’s this super difficult test on Friday, and I’m barely halfway done with reviewing, so I’m picking my battles.”

She knew this beforehand, of course. You’d given her your schedule when the semester had started, just so you’ll be aware, you’d told her. Truly, it was just natural for you to have her know your routine: it made you feel safe, cared for, and she liked it as well.

You tried to recognize if she was in her hotel room, but her background was a bit different from where you had FaceTimed last night; the walls were too white, and she had headphones on.

Most likely still at work, then.

“Smart girl, picking your battles.” Oh. There it was again, that tone. The one that made you tremble with anticipation, readjusting yourself in bed, so you could have some friction in between your thighs.

It was no surprise that Nayeon preferred to be taken care of. She did spend most of her time bossing people around, after all. Of course, you were more than pleased to give her that, treating and handling her just how she wanted you to, while she rewarded you with expensive gifts and trips. However, most of the time, she’d use you for stress-relief: groping and marking your skin until her anger was gone, and she could dote on her little doll again.

You looked forward to those nights, secretly wishing someone would make her angry enough so you’d be squirming, hopeless, under her touch for hours an end.

“It’s perfect, then.” Nayeon’s voice brought you back to the conversation, the sharpness of it not going unnoticed by you. “Take off your pants.” she commanded, leaning back on her chair so she could be the most comfortable.

“Excuse me?” it was your turn to stare at her incredulously, but she didn’t bulge. If only, her posture got stricter, and a tiny smirk adourned her face.

“Did you not hear what I’ve just said? Undress.” you rolled your eyes at your partner, suddenly filled with defiance, but still did as told. Your sweatpants were taken off rather clumsily, since you were still holding your phone close to your face, but you were quick to obey.

“Fine. Is it better, now?” You muttered, but Nayeon scoffed, still not fully satisfied.

She licked her lips, pleased to have you following her orders.

“Much better, princess. Now, let me see you.” You were curious to see how far she’d go, so you placed your phone on the other end of the bed, allowing her to see every inch of your exposed skin. Even with your panties and a sweatshirt on, you still felt completely exposed to her gaze.

Truth be told, you did feel that way even when you were fully clothed around her, too.

“So pretty. Are you alone?” She praised you, her onyx eyes leaving your body for a few seconds to search for any signs of other people at the dorm.

“Obviously?” Nayeon gave you a hard look, making you shrink in place. You tried your best to be polite, reserved, calm—and that included never being ironic or making snappy remarks at people, but occasionally, it slipped, almost naturally. “Sorry.” You corrected yourself, not meeting your girlfriend’s eyes. “Yes, I’m alone. Jen also has a full day of classes today. A private practice too, I think. She’ll be out until late.” You feel better, seeing the smile of approval on your lover’s lips.

She was looking at you with such lust, it made your heart break with how much you missed her.

“I want to touch you so bad.” you whined, motioning yourself further so you could hold the phone and be near her —at least virtually, again.

“Don’t move the phone. I want you exactly like this.” The answer came almost immediately, though Nayeon’s eyes did soften at your pleading. “I miss you too, pretty girl. The good news is: I’ve closed the deal earlier than expected, so I’ll be home by tomorrow.” You smiled contentedly, humming in response. “Now, be a good girl and make a show for me, will you?” she asked, eyeing you attentively.

“Not fair.” you mumble, but your hands still went all the way up the thin fabric of your panties to caress yourself. You’re not one to blush, but being stared at by Nayeon suddenly makes you too shy to look at her in the eyes.

It aroused you, though. To have her so immersed by you. You knew her secretary— anyone could barge in, and she wouldn’t even bat an eye. Aware of that, you could feel the slick starting to cover up your walls once you let out a low moan, biting your lips to muffle yourself.

“No sounds for me, princess?” Nayeon asked, too sweet, well aware of your intentions. She let you be a little defiant, knowing it’s mostly your way of showing how much you missed her.

“If you were here, then p-perhaps.” Your words faltered as your fingers caressed your folds, going around your slit in teasing motions. Your cunt was aching, desperate to be filled, but you knew better than to take matters on your own.

Even though you were the one bringing yourself pleasure, Nayeon was in command. She’d always be, in every aspect of her life.

The simple brush of your fingers was enough to have you panting heavy breaths, the wait being the most delicious part of the thrill. You wished it was Nayeon touching you, instead. You knew your sweetest spots, but no matter how much you’ve tried, you could never bring yourself to the same shuddering, earth-shattering orgasms you had whenever it was your partner touching you. Without her, you were never truly satisfied.

She’s ruined you, for yourself and for everyone else, just as she’d repeatedly told you she would.

“It’s only fair, I guess.” She mumbled, smiling at your stubbornness. “So pretty, still, and all for me. Put a finger inside, baby. That’s it, perfect. Breathe in, nice and slow.”

Her breaths were just as heavy as you followed her blindly, eager to seek your pleasure. Your walls welcomed a single digit, and you started with slow movements, just as Nayeon instructed you to.

“N-nayeon…” You whined, leaning your had back on your bed frame. As much as you could feel your wetness and the growing ache, gathering an uncomfortable sensation on your lower abdomen due to the faint action, you’d never be able to satisfy yourself as much as your girlfriend did.

“I know, princess, I know.” She coos, grabbing her phone as if she could reach out to you, instead. “It doesn’t feel as good, does it? It’s okay, I’ll be done with this conference soon enough, and then you’ll have me all to yourself.” You pouted, knowing better than to trust your girlfriend’s words when it came to work. She had done it before, after all: gotten a call back as soon as she stepped foot in the airport, her job trapping her for a few more days. “You have no idea how lovely you look right now, Y/n. In fact, I think your pretty pussy would look even better filled up with two more fingers.”

“I-I,” You whined, lips starting to tremble. It has not been an easy week for you, and your lover’s calm, soothing voice slowly started to turn you into a pliable mess, all hot and hazy.

The many thoughts seated previously in your head start fading, as your brain chooses to focus on Nayeon. Your eyes, though nearly closed, register how good she looks, how tight that 3-piece suit is, and how long she’s been away from you — now. Your skin got even hotter with the wishes to be kissing her plump limps, at the moment. Suddenly, your mind turned foggy, only grounded by your girlfriend’s low tone, and your fingers filling up your walls.

“You can take it, pretty girl.” She assured, motioning for you to do so. Clasped her teeth, then, at the sight of your pussy being entered by three of your fingers, still going in and out in an excruciating slow pace, not nearly enough for you to feel satisfied. “Taking it so good, so perfectly.”

Although the growing ache in your belly was deepening, you still shifted uncomfortably in your bed. The fabric of your panties was too thin, and the friction was starting to bother you. You wanted it off, so you could focus completely on the pleasure you were allowing yourself to have, but your girlfriend had other plans.

“What are you doing, princess?” She lifted her brows at the sight of you lifting your hips, displeased. Although she couldn’t say she hated to see you at that angle. “No, we can’t have that. Good girls keep their panties on. Just push it to the sides a little more, you can hold it if it makes you more comfortable.” Your pussy was so wet, glistening, and slick from her words. “There it is, you’re so good at doing what you’re told, baby. Always so smart.”

You let a loud moan escape from your mouth, aroused by her words, only to cover it up with your hands as you giggle— your pettiness all ruined.

Nayeon smiles hard, too. “I knew you wouldn’t hold it for long, princess. Your sounds are the most lovely, I hate when you cover them up.”

Even though you were flustered, from both your arousal and her praises, you still bit your mouth, committed to following your plan. Your fingers went back to your cunt, and you denied faintly, murmuring some incoherent words about how she’d have to come home and take those sounds out of you, herself.

“What’s all that for, huh?” She leaned her elbows on her desk, smirking at the mess of you on her phone. “Is it because of that purse you were whining about earlier? Come on, princess, I’ll buy you two of them if you let me hear your beautiful screams. Now go faster, too.”

You increased your fingers’ pace, moans exiting your mouth without a care, now that you'd have your wishes granted. “S-so good…” You say, in between whimpers.

“Dirty princess only wants my money.” Nayeon chants to herself, enamored by the sight of your spread up legs, toes curling with the possibility of reaching your high. “Don’t worry, pretty. I’ll give it all to you: all you want, and more. Just say it, and it’s yours. You want more, Y/n?”

You barely register her words, moans now filling up your bedroom’s previous silence. It takes her to repeat her question for you to partially understand it, although still unsure of what she was mentioning. Nevertheless, you nodded vigorously, ready to comply with all of her orders even if your mind was all foggy and hazy.

“Perfect. Now, circle your clit slowly, just like that, yes— exactly how you like it.” She laughs at the sight of you wincing, on the verge of being overwhelmed by your own sudden touches, “Careful, princess. We don’t want you to get overwhelmed right now. Remember to breathe, alright? That’s it, beautiful.”

Following her lead, you inhale deeply, bringing your other hand to your clit as you applied just the right amount of pressure to make you roll your eyes. The sensations aligned were building up to the pleasure on your lower abdomen, and you knew that you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Nayeon, I-I w—“ Your thoughts weren’t clear, and you struggled to voice your desires out loud. The frustration was enough for you to have little tears starting to accumulate in the corner of your eyes, as you huffed.

Thankfully, Nayeon knew you well. Before you started actively crying, she said, with a delicate, caring tone. “It’s okay, princess. You can cum. Do it only for a bit longer, I know you can.”

The effect of your girlfriend’s words was almost immediate: within moments, you were met with a dense wave of pleasure, consuming you completely as you let out a high-pitched, lustful moan. Breathless, you barely noticed how your fingers kept going with their movements, helping you ride out of your orgasm. Your girlfriend let you take your time, minutes passing by in a blink until your breaths were no longer irregular, and your thoughts were all back into place. You were no longer stressed; instead, you stared at her with a peaceful look, now feeling much better after such a tiring week.

As usual, Nayeon knew exactly what you needed.

“Always so sensitive…” Nayeon panted, brushing her fingers through her phone’s screen— as if she were caressing you, instead. “Remember to not overwork yourself too much, okay? Your grades don’t matter to me as much as your well-being; it should always come first.”

You nodded, bringing your phone near your face once again. Of course, you’d comply; she was the one paying for your tuition, after all. “I will, of course. Thank you, baby.”

Nayeon smiled, pleased by your manners. After catching up to her a bit more, you hung up the call, now all focused and much renovated for a new study session. Her message came later, a few minutes after you’d cleaned up your mess and was on the way to your desk, in hopes to wrap up soon.

Ps: I’ll buy you another one of your favorite purses if you leave your panties by Jennifer’s bed, princess.

You laughed at the message, also noticing your bank app’s notifications before you threw your phone away, emerging deep on your notebooks once again.

[noroi1000]

hii noroi! saw you opened your rq for 2 weeks 👀 neways- can i rq angst where reader dies bc of mahito? like what happened to nanami and how stsg react? i live for the angst!!

Too weak

Heavy angst warning!!! Character death!!!

Summary: You thought you were strong enough to fight without their help...

You slowly walked down the alley when you knew your boys were waiting on the other side.

You kept a hand on your very hurting side.

You told them that you are strong and as a special class you will be able to defeat the special class. You told them you would go alone and when you were done you would come back to them. And you also said that if you needed help, you would call them. Because you wanted to show them that you can be as strong as them.

But you were too weak.

You had to run away. That's why you ran between buildings and when you didn't feel like you were being chased, you stopped running and walked towards them.

You didn't want to die. The wounds should be normal for a Jujutsu sorcerer.

But this thing wasn't a wound. Your whole side was black. It hurt so much. As if the pain radiated throughout your body. You couldn't speak without whimpering.

There was no blood on your clothes. But this terrible pain prevented you from doing much but suffering.

There was a ray of hope in your soul that they would help you and you would return home. Everything will be fine

"You were supposed to be strong. And you are. But you can't be untouchable, can you?" Your opponent's words echoed in your ears.

And his sadistic smile couldn't fade from your mind.

With each step you took, you felt your bones breaking. As if it was made of such a fragile thing.

You ignored the pain you felt and kept walking.

But the moment you saw your boys, you just gave up and lowered your body to the ground.

Sitting against the wall, you called out their names quietly.

"...Satoru....Suguru..." Your lips were dry and you thought that nothing could moisturize it.

You just want them to overcome the curse and take you home. So that you can be together with a smile.

But why was everything blurry outside of their figures?

When their eyes landed on you, they were a little scared.

You were sitting on the ground, tiredness visible on your face. They ran up to you, checking your condition.

"(y/n), are you okay!?" Suguru began to check you over completely. His hands explored you and you gave him a weak smile.

You came back after half an hour. And the fact that you are here may mean that you have won or escaped.

"...It's just a little scratch..." You coughed slightly. "I was just too weak for it."

You gave them a weak-eyed smile.

You always wanted to see them in the last minutes of your life. Be with them. But you don't die. It's a small wound that just needs treatment. You are alive. You don't die. You are here with them all the time.

"Too weak for this... Sorry..."

"You don't have to apologize." Satoru reassured you, moving your hand away to check your wound. "Suguru, can you take care of this curse?"

"Maybe we should take care of (y/n) first?”

"You can leave her to me! I can take her to Shoko now!" he said with worry and a smile to calm down the situation.

You couldn't see it, but your skin was so pale. Your veins throbbed as you sat in front of him. Your skin felt so very hot despite how it looked.

And there were darker circles under your eyes. You looked completely different than half an hour ago.

You had to get care quickly. Therefore, the best way will be to take you directly to Shoko. But you're conscious. That's why it's good.

"Should I change her soul into the shape of a rabbit? That would be fun! You finally released a little defenseless bunny for my amusement!" A voice echoed through the alley.

Your eyes widened as you knew he hadn't stopped chasing you.

You reached for Satoru's uniform, but suddenly you couldn't feel your body anymore and you fell limp in his hands.

"(y/n)!"

You felt your lips become wet. But it wasn't saliva or water. It was much more dense.

"Such a little soul! It was sweet! I would like more sorcerers like this to play with! Experimenting on special grade sorcerers is exciting!"

You felt a great pressure in your head whenever he spoke. Like something was about to burst your skull. At the same time, your side hurt so much.

"Please hold on a little longer! I'll take you to Shoko now!" Satoru shouted and tried to pick you up. But as soon as he wanted to get up, he felt like your body was crumbling from the inside. As if you were so fragile and one squeeze could break you.

Suguru looked in horror at the black cracks on the skin of your hands. Several of them had small drops of blood oozing out.

Feeling weaker from the pain, you breathed a little weaker. Your vision was blurry. You couldn't see anything but their faces.

The terror in Suguru's eyes as he set his curses for protection when he also wanted to take care of you.

"...There is no time... Toru..." you moaned weakly, feeling nothing but blood on your tongue.

In the distance, you heard a quiet psychopathic song about a dying rabbit.

If it were Suguru's voice, you would be calmer. But it was the voice of a curse that wanted to watch you suffer, slowly killing you before their eyes.

You just wanted to go home...

Have you asked for too much?

Was that too much of a desire?

You were too confident to fight this curse... You went there without help...

Was your desire to go home really too much? A dream that can't come true?

„The bunny lay in tears, For me is time to cheers~”

Since when have you been crying?

Or maybe it's true...

"...Toru... Sugu... I'm sorry... I was too weak..." you jerked hoarsely.

"No no no! It'll be fine soon!"

"...Sorry... I just... Wanted to go home...to much..." You moaned, not knowing he had said anything as your ears were filled with the same thick liquid as your mouth.

You forced your aching facial muscles to show them a smile.

"...I just want to... Go home–."

Your breath hitched suddenly as the imaginary song in the background ended.

„And for the song end, The bunny is just dead.”

Blood flowed from all over your face as your breathing hitched and your body became as soft as marshmallows in his arms.

All they could hear now was the chuckle of the curse behind them. And their own breaths as they watched your body not move at all.

"...(y/n)...?" Suguru whispered, unable to breathe for a moment. And then he looked at the petrified face of Satoru whose blindfold began to drop tears onto his cheeks.

With a muffled whine, he moved your body closer to his, hugging you. Suguru grabbed his neck, resting his forehead on his shoulder as he was terrified by the sight.

"Aww... I wanted more fun... But this was fun too!"

What will be the most painful death for the curse?

Almost kill, absorb, release and torture until death. Watching the suffering.

Just like they had to lose you, that curse with the stitched face will lose the smile from its face...

[floylia]

ELYSIAN ♫

04. Take a risk?

Vulnerability is a demanding feat for Scara.

In fact, vulnerable Scara is a privilege not many have seen. He does not allow himself to slip through the harsh mold he sculpted for himself.

So imagine the bewilderment on your face upon finding your dear friend lying in the comfort of your bed, face down on the once perfectly, cushioned pillows, with his phone sitting atop the edge.

You inched closer before settling near his sleeping frame.

Scara has not changed. His purple hair retained its fluff, while some strands draped over his closed eyes. He looked at ease—so different from how he usually presents himself.

Years have passed since you’ve last seen him in person, but this was not the reunion you were expecting. Instead, you anticipated a snarky Scara, complaining about your overpacking skills while undermining your decision-making abilities before force-feeding you his favorite Inazuman cuisine as a show of hospitality.

How wrong you were.

Because this was a better sight.

“What are you doing?” Scara’s eyes flung wide open.

Shit.

You cleared your throat, before standing up and feigning ignorance at your earlier actions, “Dhouldn’t I be asking you that question? I entered the room to see you sound asleep in my perfectly made-bed with your outside clothes on.”

“I don’t even know what happened,” he responded while rubbing his eyes and tousling his hair.

What a domestic scene.

“Get out of my bed. You messed it up.”

“You’ll live,” Scara responded as he removed himself from your bed before spotting Bambi lying on the spacious couch across the room with his favorite stuffed bunny neatly wrapped around his feet. Scara pointed at your cat, “You actually brought him?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He shrugged, “Because you’re an awful cat owner.”

You threw the perfectly cushioned pillow at his face, “Be careful with your words.”

The light thud of the pillow landing on the floor after hitting his face, roused your once asleep rag doll. Immediately, Scara sat next to Bambi, expecting your cat to sit on his lap, ready to be petted. But you knew better, Bambi despised affection—or so you thought, because your cat gladly took Scara up on that offer and made himself comfortable.

You scoffed at the scene while Scara smirked at your reaction, “It seems Bambi still likes me more than you.”

You rolled your eyes, “He’s probably the only entity in this world to tolerate your cocky ass.”

“My fans would beg to differ.”

You decided to humor him, “Yeah, I’m sure they’d get down on their knees for you.”

“They better.”

“I hate this conversation.”

He chuckled slightly, catching you off-guard, still in disbelief that you were in the same proximity as him, bantering as always as if distance was never an issue.

“You started it,” he said before grabbing his phone, “So what do want to eat?”

“What? It’s twelve in the morning, aren’t you leaving?”

He scratched his head, “Oh, should I go?

No. I missed hanging out with you.

Yes. I’m exhausted.

I don’t know? But I have questions you need to answer.

Fuck it. “I want a bowl of Shimi Chazuke.”

His face brightened up, “Oh, that’s my favorite.”

I know. “What a surprise.”

He continued to scroll on his phone, dedicated on scouring the internet for his favorite midnight snack, “There’s one restaurant open for delivery. Even better—it’s ten minutes away,” He glanced back at you, “Anything else?”

You shook your head, “Ayaka and Thoma already spoiled me today.”

Not only did they feed you, but Ayaka gave you an “Inazuman goodie bag.” You have yet to open it.

“The food should be here in thirty minutes.”

That should be enough time…

You hummed at his words and made yourself comfortable on the bed with a pillow resting on your chest acting as support for your arms as you scroll through your phone before saying, “Then while we wait, do want to finally explain why you brought me here?”

You glimpsed at your friend. Scara froze for a second before shifting his posture on the couch, “Straight to the point?”

You nodded, “Why not? That was part of our “deal,” right?”

Scara recalled your conversation.

You found it strange how he kept fidgeting and adjusting in his seat while holding your rag doll like a stress toy. You’re aware of Scara’s sporadic generosity, but was he up to?

Finally, he cleared his throat, “Are you willing to take a risk?”

Notes:

I’M SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATES

i don’t like this chapter, but i hope you do?

i had another non written alternative for this one saved in my drafts, but it felt unnatural, so i scrapped it

next chapter is the last written chapter for a while

shimi chazuke is scara’s special food

Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go through an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo career. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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[slaymitchabernathy]

The Type of Man

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who loves towering over his girlfriend. Being tall has always had its advantages, he can easily scan the room, come off as more intimidating by his sheer size, reach the highest shelves with ease.

But being taller than his girl is probably his favorite advantage.

The fact that he can look over her shoulder to see what book she’s reading, what page she's currently on. How he can always be the hero who gets her favorite pair of heels down from the high shelf in her closet. When he can simply scoop her up whenever he pleases because why not?

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to love letting his girlfriend wear his clothes. Maybe it's because he’s possessive—he doesn’t think so—or because of how adorable she looks.

How his button up shirts fall past her thighs and she has to roll up the sleeves. And whenever she wears one of his pullovers she’s practically drowning in them, burrowed in his scent of roses. If she ever forgot her mittens then he gladly let her borrow his, ignoring how they engulfed her small dainty hands.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who loves teasing his girlfriend. Whether in the bedroom or just day-to-day, he loves to tease her, poke her, rile her up.

He loves calling her little pet names that he knows will get a rise out of her. Little mouse, doll, bunny, angel. They get a completely different reaction in the bedroom but outside of it, they get little glares and huffs. And he loves it. Loves seeing her roll her eyes and remind him that she does have a name.

In the bedroom she loves it as much as he does. How his low, timber voice drawls them out while he pounds into her, the words dripping out of his mouth like thick, warm honey. That’s when she loves it. And he loves the way she moans when he says them, how her perfect little cunt tightens around his cock whenever those names strike a nerve.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who despises tears. Happy ones or sad ones, pleasurable ones or painful ones. They’re all the same to him. In his eyes, it’s a sign that you lack control of your emotions.

How can you possibly go through all those feelings internally and still feel the need to cry? To physically prove what you’re feeling is true? But when his girlfriend cries?

When she cries from being sad he’s all over the place. He’s bringing her roses, kissing her all over, giving her hugs—and he’s very selective on who gets hugs from him—singing her songs. The man will do absolutely anything to cease those tears.

When she cries from pleasure he’s cocky. He knows he’s good in the bedroom, but to make someone cry from pleasure? Well, there’s a sick sadistic side in him that enjoys it. He loves knowing he’s the only one who will see these tears. Knowing that the shape of his cock, the tempo of his thrusts, the overwhelming feeling and sensation of him is causing these tears is a great boost to his ego. He’ll wipe her tears eventually. First, he’ll tease her about it, degrade her a bit. “Already crying doll? Too much for my sweet little mouse? Is my cock too big for you angel?”

It’s when she cries from pain that he truly despises tears. For who could ever cause harm to his sweet, precious angel? They’d have to die. Simple as that. It’s more difficult for him to manage when it’s something like a menstrual cramp or if she stubbed her toe. For what can he do? Yell at her uterus? Chide the coffee table for being in her way? He’d do anything to make the pain go away, he’d take it on himself if he could.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who absolutely needs sex. He craves it honestly. And he needs it from her.

He needs to hear her little mewls of pleasure. Needs to watch her eyes roll back when he hits that sweet spot inside of her. He needs to watch her take it over and over again, absolutely dumb with it. He needs that control, that power. Even if it means tying her up. He’s willing to make that sacrifice. He loves watching her struggle to free her wrists from the confines of his necktie while he fucks into her right little cunt, hard and deep.

Knowing that she’ll be sore drives him mad, so sore that he’ll be the one to bathe her after they’re done and be the only one who knows why she’s limping the next day. He loves when she gets overstimulated, sobbing and begging for him to stop as he continues fucking her stupid. It’s only then that he’s truly got her where he wants her, stuck on his cock, his little fuckdoll.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to be selective with the kisses he gives out.

On the lips is for certain times of the day, moments in both their lives where it’s simply expected. Like waking up. That deserves a good morning kiss, doesn’t it? Before he leaves for work calls for another, they won’t see each other for quite some time and he needs all the motivation he can get.

On the nose is for when she’s simply too cute for her own good. These kisses are quite rare in the grand scheme of things. He feels a little silly pecking someone’s nose of all places. But he adores the way she giggles when he does it, the way her eyes close and her smile widens. He indulges in those every so often.

A kiss on the cheek is casual yet calculated. He saves those for when he’s out in public with her. For when he needs people to know she belongs to him. He does it when they’re all some fancy gala and quite a few men are eyeing her up, too much for his liking. He enjoys it when she gives him a peck as well. Mainly because she has to get up on her tiptoes to do so and you won’t ever catch him bending down so she doesn’t have to.

A kiss on the neck is a question. Will she or will she not let him fuck her into the bedsheets until she’s a screaming, withering mess? It’s a simple question really and he’s mastered asking such a thing by pressing light kisses to her neck. It’s when she leans into them that he knows he’s got her.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to promise to burn the world to the ground should anyone ever hurt his precious girl.

If only he knew he’d get burned in the process.

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[solarwonux]

Business Proposal || knj (3/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, namjoon is pretty much not the nicest dude lol (will add more as it progresses), kinda sugar daddy au but not really. It will make sense I promise.

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 6.5k

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

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a/n: Kind off a filler chapter, but also let the drama commence we are literally just getting started haha. Again, I’m going to be pretty busy for the next month so I don’t know when I’ll upload another part. But I hope you like this one and as always lmk your thoughts. Thank you.xx

The knot in your throat is hard to ignore as you put away your belongings in cardboard boxes. The tiny apartment that served as your home is looking more barren with the more things you take down and pack. Jungkook always made fun of you for giving meaning to silly things and getting attached to them. He calls you a hoarder and maybe he is correct about you hoarding shit you don’t ever need, but you call yourself a collector.

Why else would you have twenty different pots and pans in different colors. Plates and bowls in different shapes, sizes and designs. And you don’t even want to think about all the mugs you’ve accumulated over the years. Or the little trinkets that are carefully scattered all over your apartment with purpose. Or the tiny shelves with miscellaneous pictures of different moments in your life. Your clothes are a different story you haven’t even made a dent in the pile sitting on top of your bed, and you’ve already packed two full suitcases.

You’re grateful for Jungkook, and that he’s here just looking at you with judgment instead of voicing his negative opinions about you not being able to let go of shit. Though, he keeps reminding you that most of your things might be put in storage anyway. Namjoon is very particular and according to Jungkook nothing cute or with colors other than indigo, black, white and beige exist in his apartment.

“What about this?” Jungkook holds out a tiny black rabbit figurine in between his thumb and forefinger. You got it at a street market a few years ago because you believed it would bring you good luck. Though, you aren’t sure where that luck has gone because you certainly have none of it right now.

“I’m keeping it.” You hold out your hand and he places it, in the middle of your palm rolling his eyes.  

“You’re going to have to get rid of something Bunny.” He says as his hands fall down by his sides in defeat. “My brother’s not going to let you keep any of this.” He signals to the many boxes you have already packed.

You shrug, folding up the last of your winter sweaters and placing them neatly in the box in front of you. “But I can still decorate my room how I want so I don’t care, plus I already got rid of some kitchenware.”

Jungkook sighs, “Yeah after I literally fought with you for an hour. And you still have so much of it, I don’t know how you expect Namjoon to agree to keeping an air fryer, a coffee machine, purple pans, that weird pot that kinda looks like a toy, and a hot pink blender. Don’t even get me started on the weird heart shaped bowls or that one plate that looks like cheese or the twenty five mugs you kept.” He lists with his fingers before running a hand through his hair. “I’m telling you he’s as minimalist as the word suggests.”

“Kookie, they're so cute I can’t get rid of them.” You argue, “plus they mean a lot to me.” You close the box in front of you and tape it shut. Last night you decided that all your winter stuff will be going into the storage unit in Namjoon’s apartment building. If what Jungkook says it’s true and that his brother literally has nothing. Then you can only assume so does his storage unit. Plus he’s already offered it to you.  

“They’re ceramic.”

“So, I got them all for a different purpose in different moments of my life therefore they mean a lot to me.” You say sternly and stand up.

“Whatever you say.” He puts his hands up in defeat and turns around to the shelf he had been working on taking down. “Honestly now I’m kinda glad you are going to be living with Joon, seeing him irritated is amusing.”

You roll your eyes moving to the pile on your bed. Putting away your summer clothes is next on your to-do list.

“Why do you have so many clothes anyway?” Jungkook whispers from behind you, making you groan, throwing the pale yellow shirt you have picked up in his direction.

“Why are you being so annoying today?”

Jungkook slyly smiles. It only irritates you more. He may be a full year older than you but sometimes he could be more annoying than your actual younger brother. “You can’t answer a question with a question.” He bites back, picking up a skimpy baby blue lace cheekster. “You’re going to wear this in front of my brother?” He cringes holding it out as if it were the plague.

The embarrassment is evident on your face as you snatch it away and throw it somewhere behind you. “If you’re not going to be of help, get out.” You spit out, avoiding his eyes as he bends over in laughter.

You let out an annoyed sigh, picking up an oversized blue button down and folding it. “

“I’m just fucking with you Bunny. You can wear whatever you want in front of my brother. Just give me a heads up before I walk in on the two of you–you know.” He gestures inappropriately with his hand, earning a glare from you, which only makes him laugh again.

“No I do not know because whatever you’re insinuating will never happen.”

“That’s what you say now.” He accuses, squinting his eyes in suspicion.

You pick up a lavender blouse with white flowers on it and throw it in his direction. “Make yourself useful and start folding.”

Jungkook smiles widely, throwing your blouse over your shoulder. He reaches out and pinches your cheek. You swat his hand away forcefully. He winks at you before saying, “You make it so easy to fuck with you, Bunny.” He starts folding your shirt and adds, “I thought I taught you better, where’s your back bone?”

“Keep talking and I’ll show you how well I remember all those self defense moves you taught me years ago.”

The pizza arrived at exactly ten. The movers had arrived an hour earlier, taking your bed, lounge chair, desk, kitchen table, kitchenware and old decorations. Everything else you had like your clothes and small miscellaneous things were in boxes waiting to be loaded into Jungkook’s car. Your old couch was on the curb waiting to be picked up by the donation trucks.

Now, you and Jungkook were sitting in your living room–old living room–with a Hawaiian pizza and two large beers in between the two of you. Your brother and his wife left as soon as the movers did. So, it was just a lonely last dinner in your apartment with Jungkook.

“You can always just move in with me.” Jungkook speaks up taking a big swing from his beer can. “I have like three spare mattresses and Bam recently learned to not get up on the couch without permission.” He mapped out, picking up another slice of pizza.

You throw the pineapple slice you have picked off into the box. As much as you had fought the shaggy haired man against his decision even bringing up your pineapple allergy. You had lost the very intense game of rock, paper scissors twenty minutes earlier.

“No thank you. I’d rather not be subjected to your 4am drunk karaoke sessions. Or wake up to you moaning in the kitchen because of food you’ve made.” You shrug, biting into your pizza slice. “Plus you bring too many people home with you and I enjoy my sleep.”

“I don’t do that anymore.” He shrugs, throwing the crust of the pizza into the box and grabbing another slice. It’s blasphemous how he loves pineapple on pizza–no hate to pineapple on pizza lovers, if you didn’t have a deadly pineapple allergy you’re sure you would love it–but he hates the best part of a pizza. Which is by far the crust.

“Which part?” You tilt your head to the side.

“Bringing people home. I stopped doing that years ago, Bunny, keep up.” He rolls his eyes, biting into his pizza and groaning as if it’s the most delicious thing ever.

You cringe. “This is what I mean. Why do you make everything sound so sexual?”

He swallows, “Why do you take everything so sexual?” He fights back, raising a knowing eyebrow at you.

“You can’t answer a question with a question.”

“You can’t answer my question by repeating my statement from earlier.”

You shake your head, grabbing his abandoned crust. “I take back everything I just said. This is the real reason as to why I can’t live with you.” You bite into it, smiling in delight.

“Cause’ I’m irresistible.” He winks.

“No, because you’re so annoying. I will never see a moment of peace.”

Jungkook laughs, throwing another perfectly edible crust into the box and grabbing another slice. “But you love me, right Bunny?”

You shake your head, swallowing and taking a swing from your beer. “Sadly, I do.”

Jungkook smiles, throwing you a thumbs up and a cheeky wink. You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

After a moment you look around your empty apartment, remembering how everything was perfectly laid out. The tiny frames of pictures of you, your family and your friends that used to decorate your walls. The abstract art piece that was hung on the wall behind your couch. Taehyung had gifted it to you after he disappeared for a few weeks in a crazy burst of inspiration. He said the bright colors reminded him of you, because somehow you always made him feel a little brighter no matter what.

You recall the little figurines that were placed on your useless tv unit because in the seven years that you lived in this apartment you never once bought a tv. They were miscellaneous things that were as useless as the unit but they meant a lot to you. Each one was handpicked by you for a purpose. The rabbit you had bought at a Lunar New Year market years ago. The ceramic watercolor-esque jewelry dish, you had found at a flea market. It was home to your crystals and not your actual jewelry, with the exception of your dad’s class ring that you had borrowed and never gave back.

Everything felt empty, even your fridge. It used to be decorated with magnets from places you had visited over the years. It had to-do lists and many sticky notes with affirmations written in ink splattered handwriting.

The night you first moved into the apartment it was hell. It was your first time living alone and every little sound sent a wave of panic through you. You had to call Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook to sleep over because you wholeheartedly believed someone would break in. Eventually things got simpler and you made your spaces yours. You never thought you’d grow attached to such a place, but you spent many nights dancing with just your string lights on. Singing at the top of your lungs. And crying because you missed your parents and brother. It was your home and even though your lease was up soon. It felt strange to not renew it again.

It almost felt like you were leaving a piece of yourself behind. A piece you never knew you had discovered until now.

“Bunny, don’t cry.” Jungkook coos beside you. The pizza is long forgotten, the box thrown haphazardly to the side as he brings you into his arms. “I know it’s hard but if we are being honest here you were outgrowing this place.”

You sniff, placing your head on top of his shoulder. “I would’ve made more room.”

Jungkook chuckles, carding his hand down your back, sending shivers up your spine. “You would’ve become a crazy hoarder. There was barely any space with all the shit you had.”

“That’s mean.” You shove him lightly. After a while of silence you speak up again. “This was my home Jungkook. I knew that I was eventually going to move out but I thought it would be because I was getting married.”

“You are getting married.” He deadpans, making you shove him even harder. He laughs.

“This doesn’t count, you know it’s not real.”

Jungkook waves you off, cradling his stomach as he bends over laughing, making you roll your eyes. “I was just trying to lighten up the mood. You know you’re always welcome at my place.” He wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you close again. “And I know things are rocky between you tweedle dee and tweedle dum. But Jimin and Taehyung will always have your back too.”

You sigh at the mention of Jimin’s name. It’s been two weeks since you last spoke to him and Taehyung. They have been ignoring your calls and texts. You’ve even thought about emailing them, but you’re well aware that neither of them have opened up their emails since college. You just hope that one day–soon–they’ll let you explain everything to them.

“I really hope so, Kookie.

Namjoon has been pacing in his living room since he woke up at four in the morning. He’s only had about four hours of sleep since he spent his entire afternoon and night clearing out his guest bedroom. It used to be his study, but he never once used it to do his work. The creaky old desk he got at a vintage shop a couple years ago was more of a showpiece. He had no issue parting ways with it. That was the easy part then came the bookshelf he once thought of using as a way to display his favorite artist books. But his research kept him occupied and he never once got around to it.

Parting ways with his books was something he never once thought he would have difficulty with. He made three piles; keep, maybe keep, give away. Everytime he put a book in the give away pile he would move it to the maybe pile and eventually the keep pile. It went on like this until midnight when he decided to abandon the task and go  to sleep. He didn’t expect his thoughts to wake him up at four in the morning. They were racing like they had some sort of urgency. And now he was wide awake in his living room with the same three piles, one overflowing more than the others.

If he had more space in his book shelves in the living room he would have no problem, but those shelves were also ones he needed to sort out. Not to mention the huge stack of to be read books occupying the space between his couch and favorite chair.

He doesn’t know how he let things get so out of hand. Though, everything seemed like a mess in his brain. Especially at this time at night. He knows if anything changed about where things were placed he would have a mental breakdown trying to look for something.

It's how things worked in his brain. It’s also probably the reason why he was unable to sleep. Now, because of his wild idea to have you move in with him. He knows things will change around his house. Apart from his vast collection of art, books and his plants, everything else in his apartment lacked any soul and emotion. He used to love coming home when he first moved in years ago, but slowly the light started to get sucked out of his place.

Subconsciously he knows that’s why he asked you to move in with him in the first place. It wasn’t his mom visiting unexpectedly or that carpooling to work would save him gas and his carbon footprint. It was because he missed coming home to something that had life.

That’s something he will never get himself to admit. Not outloud and especially not to himself. And now you’re set to arrive in fifteen minutes. He still hasn’t finished sorting out his books or done a very good job at pushing away that agonizing thought or the excitement and nerves. He’s been keeping himself occupied for hours but all he has done is wonder.

What do you look like when you go to sleep?

What do you look like when you wake up?

Do you still sleep with numerous stuffed animals?

Will you secretly place your little trinkets around his home without him noticing?

Do you eat breakfast or just have coffee?

Will you like having him around?

They’ve been moving so fast that he can’t grasp onto one. The second he brushes one off another one comes to the surface and it’s driving him insane. Sure, he doesn’t feel anything for you. Not then and certainly not now, but he is looking forward to getting to know you better. What makes you laugh and what makes you tick? Are you a stay at home person on the weekend? Or do you go out with your friends to catch up? Do you bring work home like he does? Or do you leave it all in the office and relax for the rest of the evening?

Again, these are thoughts he will never let himself admit out loud, but he has them and he just hopes they go away the second you ring his doorbell.

As if on cue, the chime brings him out of his daze. He puts down the current book he was holding–The Secret History by Donna Tartt. It’s the book you gave him for his birthday back then. You had read it about five times before giving it to him saying he would “absolutely love it.” Since then he’s read it numerous times. The paperback is fading a little bit; he's tried to get rid of it for years but for some reason he can never seem to get himself to do so.

He puts it in the keep pile and stands up. Rubbing his sweaty palms on his black cotton shorts, as he makes his way to the front door. He’s already had five cups of coffee but suddenly he feels the fatigue wash over him as soon as he puts his hand on his doorknob.

Namjoon takes a deep breath, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and opens the door, revealing a very casual looking you. You’re wearing gray sweatpants, a black tank top with a white knitted cover up. Jungkook and his signature black on black outfit stands by your side.

This is the moment he realizes that a new chapter of his book is about to commence.

Whoever told Namjoon that living on the top floor of the highest building in the world–note exaggeration–should be held responsible for the back ache you’re surely going to be dealing with at night.

It’s taken about ten trips for you, Jungkook, Namjoon and the movers to get all of your stuff inside of Namjoon’s home. It also doesn’t help that the owner of the very bland looking home keeps barking orders to not scratch the floors and watch for the art hanging on his walls. Understandable, but he could at least be a bit nicer. After all it’s his fault you’re in this mess in the first place.

“How can someone have so much shit?” Namjoon seethes as he places your last box in his living room. It’s not even an organized mess anymore. It’s downright a mess and he is close to losing it.

Jungkook laughs, taking a well deserved break on his couch, feet on top of his black coffee table. “You should’ve seen all the shit she didn’t keep.” He says, stretching his arms up and overhead. “This isn’t even half of it. You should be thanking me for convincing her to give away all the shit she didn’t need or use and she still kept some of it.”

“Hey,” you give Jungkook a pointed stare. “Everything has its purpose, sooner or later I was going to use them.”

“You didn’t need fifty different mugs. You literally only ever used the same five. And you didn’t need all those little ceramic figurines that absolutely served no purpose.” Jungkook argues, crossing his arms in front of him. He hasn’t slept and he has you to thank because all you did during the night while you stayed at his house was pace back and forth and clean his already clean apartment.

He understands that you were nervous but you could’ve been a little quieter or you could’ve let him sleep. Instead, you woke him up to keep you company while you rambled on and on and on about how this was a horrible idea. But what was he supposed to say? Everything he wanted to tell you, he had already said. In order to avoid sounding like a broken record he just listened to you rant while moving in and out of consciousness.

“Please tell me you didn’t bring fifty mugs to my house.” Namjoon says, scrunching his eyebrows and putting his hands on his hips. You sit on the floor in front of a box labeled kitchen and open it up.

“No, just twenty five of them.”

Namjoon sighs, running a hand through his hair. This was already starting out on a bad note. He only has one mug for his coffee and it’s been very useful since he’s moved in. He forgets that even though he’s a minimalist in some ways. You’re a maximist. Your bedroom back home was proof enough.

Your desk was always filled with crap and numerous journals. Your walls had different kinds of posters and tiny strips of pictures you had taken with your friends on a night out in whatever photobooth you could find. He doesn’t want to even get into the stuffed animals or the twenty different pillows you kept on your bed when you only slept with one.

He supposes some things just never change.

“We don’t need twenty five different mugs, or–” He looks into the box he had set on the kitchen counter and sighs, “--six different pans.” He brings out a white and purple one and another one the same color just slightly bigger. Your colorful aura is already clashing with his monochrome one. He has no idea if they will mix well.

“Believe me, you say that now, but I can guarantee you that one day you’re going to be searching for a specific pan while cooking and you’re going to thank me for keeping these.” The words spill out of your mouth with confidence and he can’t help but roll his eyes. Out of spite he will do everything in his power to make sure that day never comes.

Jungkook stands up and claps his hands in front of him. “Alright idiots, I have a date in like two hours, so we either get your bed built Bunny or you sleep on this lovely couch.” He interrupts in pointing to Namjoon’s not so comfy looking couch.

You stand up, trying to keep your mouth from going agape, this was certainly a huge surprise. Jungkook simply didn’t date. “With who?” You walk to him with your hands on your hips. Namjoon and your mugs have been completely forgotten.

“With my bed.” He winks and you groan. You knew it was too good to be true. “Now, come on, I don't understand why you picked the most complicated bed frame to build. There are more screws than anything I’ve ever gotten from IKEA and as simple as they try to make the instructions it still takes me five hours to build one shelf.” He walks past you and into the hallway leading up to rooms.

“They are easy to understand, you're just an idiot.” Namjoon speaks up, and you bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing. This is how things were back then, clowning on Jungkook together. They were simple before feelings were involved, and you only wonder that if you kept your mouth shut would things still be that way.

Except you know that deep down they wouldn’t because neither of you would be in this situation. You can’t decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Whatever the answer to that is, you don’t want to find out, even more so now.

You ignore Namjoon’s comment and follow in Jungkook’s footsteps. The last thing you want is for him to break your beloved bedframe and you end up on Namjoon’s couch until you can afford to buy a new one. It’s this moment in particular that you miss Taehyung and Jimin the most. (Though, since falling out everything made you miss them.)  It took them a full hour to assemble it together with minimal complaints. You know it would’ve taken them nothing to take it apart, but now you will never know.

Jungkook stayed true to his word and left one hour later than when he said he would. It took him and Namjoon fighting a couple of times for your bed frame to finally be complete. And during his final hour before he left on his date. He helped you move the rest of your furniture into the room, including your precious desk, armchair and the numerous boxes of clothes books and decorations you had packed.  

During this time, Namjoon had barely spoken to you, except for the occasional “pass me the (insert name of tool,)” he directed towards you. Then he disappeared into the kitchen while you instructed Jungkook on where to place your belongings. Now, the filter was gone and you were left alone in a hollowed out house with its equally hollowed out owner.

You were keeping yourself occupied with hanging up your clothes when you heard a crash followed by a curse of pain coming from the kitchen. On instinct you ran out to find Namjoon holding his foot, mumbling profanities.

You swallow, placing your hands inside the pocket of your sweatpants. “Are you okay?”

Namjoon looks up, eyes full of water as he quickly releases his foot and clears his throat. “Umm, yeah, I just dropped one of your pots on my foot.” He brushes off, proceeding to pick up the pot Jungkook claims looks like a toy and places it on the counter. “I hope you don’t mind that I started to unpack the kitchen stuff. All the boxes were kind of driving me a little crazy.” He scratches the back of his neck, then points to the empty stack of boxes by the couch.

You shake your head. “Just show me where everything is so I don’t go crazy looking for shit tomorrow morning.” You say, walking towards the kitchen and stopping once you get to the other side of the counter.

He nods, and proceeds to move around. “Mugs and cups go here.” He opens the cabinet above the stove, showing you how neatly he arranged your colorful array of mugs by color and size. “The plates are here.” He moves over one cabinet and opens it, revealing three wooden racks full of your plates and his plates. “And I put the bowls up there. I know it's hard to reach but we can get a step stool or something.” He shrugs and then moves around the counter standing beside you. “You didn’t have a lot of utensils but the ones I found I put in here.” He opens up a drawer, and as expected everything was organized as neatly as possible in one of those kitchen drawer organizers. Forks, spoons, knives and chopsticks had their own compartment. You took note as you didn’t want to mess anything up.

If you were going to be living with him until further notice. Stepping on his toes and messing with his organization was something you didn’t intend on doing.

“I was just getting started on putting the pots and pans away, also I don’t know where to put your knife set since I already have one.” He says pointing to the box containing your pastel colored set of knives. Maybe you should’ve listened to Jungkook when he said you actually didn’t need them. They were just too cute to let go.

“That’s fine.” You wave your hand, discreetly taking two steps away from him. “Do you want any help?”

Namjoon pauses for a moment after he closes the drawer. He looks at the marble countertop in front of him in thought and then you. His gaze is hardened and unreadable. A look you’ve come to familiarize yourself with in the past few days that you’ve had to spend with him. It’s one he uses when the two of you are alone. You won’t lie, it annoys you a little.

“No, that’s okay. I was just going to put them in the cabinet next to the sink.” He speaks up before rounding the corner and standing in his original spot. You nod and take a step back.

“I guess I’ll be in my room unpacking. Don’t continue dropping things on your foot.” Your attempt at a joke goes ignored as he gives you a deadpan look before focusing his attention on the pot in front of him.

It’s strange how he hasn’t continued to complain about you having so much stuff. Or how he hasn’t declined anything you brought with you. He’s simply accepted it and is finding space for it. The complete opposite of what you imagined he would do. Once again he’s rendered you speechless and  you have no idea if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“I’ll try not to.”

It’s around two in the morning when you finally leave your new room. Namjoon’s living room–well you suppose it is now your living room too–is vacant. You let out a sigh of relief. The only reason why you left your room in the first place was because your stomach was growling and you couldn’t sleep.

You aren’t sure if Namjoon is asleep or if he’s in his room avoiding you all together. Could he really be just as childish as you? You want to believe the answer to that question is a big fat yes. But then again that’s only because you want to make yourself feel like you're not the only coward now living in this house.  

Still, he didn’t come seeking you after he briefly showed you around the kitchen. So, maybe you aren’t the only one who just doesn’t know what to say to the other person. How do you simply start a conversation without bringing up your past together?

There are so many things left unsaid. So many things that happened that night that have haunted you for years. So many things that broke down your character as everything unfolded right before your eyes. A part of you blames him for what ended up happening. Though, that’s only because it was easier to blame him than to blame yourself.

Even if your therapist and Jimin and Jungkook told you that nothing was your fault. It still felt like it was, especially because you only wanted to piss off Namjoon more than you already had. Maybe then he would finally have a reason to hate you, but again, he’s never really known what happened apart from your fight.

Nor, do you think you can tell him. In fear that he would look at you differently and put the blame on you. Just like you have done for years.

“You couldn’t sleep either?” Namjoon’s voice sounds from behind you, making you jump. You turn around meeting his piercing eyes as he makes his way into his kitchen.

“Nope, it’s a new space so everything feels weird.” You shrug, taking a seat on one of the island stools. “And I’m hungry.” You add, thinking it will somehow help your already valid reason.

Namjoon nods before opening his fridge. “I ordered chicken earlier, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted some or wanted me to bother you, but I saved you some.” He takes out the box and places it on the counter, moving around expertly before taking out one of your pans. See you knew they would come in handy. “I’ll heat it up for you.” He places it on the stove and turns the dial to a medium heat.

Your eyes grow wide as you start to get up. “You don’t have to, I can do it myself.”

Namjoon doesn’t have to face you, for you to know he’s rolled his eyes at your comment. “I don’t, but it gives me something to do. I’m not tired.” He shrugs, hovering his hand over the middle of the pan, to check if it was hot. Once he deems it hot enough he reaches over and grabs the leftover box of the chicken, dumping the sweet and sour delights into the pan.

You choose not to reply to him and instead look around. There were only a few boxes left for you to unpack, most of them being miscellaneous decoration pieces you had collected over the years. You know that as much as Namjoon didn’t mind having your kitchen ware mingle with his. You knew he wasn’t going to let you mess around with his minimalist aesthetic. Maybe you would just have to slowly find space for them. But maybe it was best that you didn’t. A couple of days ago he made it pretty clear that you weren’t something permanent in his life. So, why pretend like you were?

“Mom wanted us to go to brunch tomorrow, but I told her no. I figured you wanted to finish settling down before work on Monday.” Namjoon speaks up over the sizzling sound of the chicken.

Your head snaps to face him. “You didn’t have to do that, I could’ve finished unpacking over the week.”

Namjoon looks over at you and shakes his head. Before you can snap at him for whatever reason he speaks up. “You told me to keep in mind that you are your own person and that I can’t keep making decisions for you, and when I consider how you may feel about living things unfinished you tell me that I could’ve done the opposite of what you asked.” He reaches over and turns off the knob and turns to face you. “I don’t understand you.”

The audacity he has to spring up a decision he made like it was for your betterment is impalpable. Somehow him being somewhat considerate and listening to you, but at the same time not listening to you makes you want to scream. Instead, you close your eyes, feeling your appetite run away from you. “Yet, you just did exactly that.”

Namjoon tilts his head in confusion, taking the pan off the stove and bringing it over to where you’re sitting. “How? I did exactly what you wanted me to do. I told her no because I knew you would be tired after a whole day of moving.” He places down a heat mat and puts the pan over it.

You shake your head in disbelief. “No, you decided for me. You didn’t tell me your mother invited us over for brunch and instead told her we couldn’t go because I was going to be too tired when you don’t even know that.” You eye him as he takes out a pair of chopsticks. He stops once the words you’ve said sink in and glares at you.

“I don’t know what you want me to do? I agreed to meet you in the middle, I even agreed to your ridiculous list of demands and when I do, you say that that’s not what you wanted.” He places the chopsticks in front of you and scoffs.

You cross your arms in front of you. “But you didn’t meet me in the middle. Meeting me in the middle would be telling me that your mom invited us over and then hearing what I had to say about it. But instead you decided for me, you’re still not understanding.”

Namjoon groans, running a frustrated hand through his already messy bedhead. “Then please spell it out for me because I’m trying but you always have to fucking complicate things.”

“I’m not the one complicating things here. It’s simple, you only have to tell me things and then I’ll decide what I want or don’t want.”

Namjoon signs leaning his forearms on his marble counter, his arm veins popping out as he grips edge trying to regulate his anger. “This is exactly why?”

“Why what?” You push yourself off the chair, leaving your untouched chicken as you push in the stool.

“Why I would never marry you. You look too much into things and when someone calls you out on it you blame them. You’re just too difficult to deal with.” He says through clenched teeth.

You dig your nails into the palms of your hand. He has the nerve to throw one of your biggest insecurities back at you. It’s the reason why all of your past serious relationships have ended. Apart from the fact that they’ve always gotten bored and found someone new. It’s also the reason why your childhood best friends aren’t talking to you. You’re too much to deal with. So, why are you here in the first place?

“Then why did you come up with this whole elaborate plan?” Your voice is just above a whisper as you angrily keep yourself as composed as possible.

Namjoon pushes himself off the counter and stalks over to you. “I already told you because it’s not permanent. Trust me if my father had more time you wouldn’t be standing here.” He spits out and stops in front of you. “You’re not someone worthy of spending a life with.”

Your breath gets caught in the back of your throat as you blink back tears. This shouldn’t be affecting you as much as it is.  Especially because it’s something he’s hinted at since he first proposed the plan to you. But for some reason it does, especially his last comment. He knows that one of your biggest dreams is to get married and start a family. He also knows that all your previous partners have left you for the same reason. And he also knows that it will hurt you if he keeps repeating it. Almost as if he believes that you don’t understand how serious he is about keeping you as a temporary placement in his life.

Back then you would’ve yelled and cried. Yet, that girl was broken down and replaced as quickly as it took him to leave you and all the memories you shared together behind. So, you stand your ground, burning holes into his dragon like eyes and say, “Trust me when I say that you’re the person I hate the most in this world. That I might be difficult but you’re impossible. Your head is so big that you can’t see that the reason why you can’t seem to keep anyone around is because you push them away thinking you’re better than everyone else. It’s the reason why you might keep the money from your dad’s will but also the reason why you will end up alone.”

When you finish you can tell he’s taken your words to heart, that much you know from the fire burning behind his perfect brown eyes. Instead of responding he does the one thing you never expected him to do.

He kisses you.

a/n: lol I’m sorry. 

[strljaem]

“IT’S RAINING HEAVILY OUTSIDE.”

💿 : a summer place, hollywood strings orchestra.

The night was already unsettling, with the rain pouring down in torrents and thunder booming overhead. I sat on my couch, trying to immerse myself in my favorite show, "Gilmore Girls," but every flash of lightning made me jump, my fear of thunder making it hard to stay calm. I munched on my popcorn, using it as a distraction from the storm outside. It was a bearable fear, one I could manage, but the persistent flashes and crashes kept me on edge.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, cutting through the noise of the storm and the television. I froze, popcorn halfway to my mouth, wondering who could possibly be visiting at this hour. It was only 6 PM, but the darkness outside made it feel much later. Putting the popcorn down, I slipped on my house bunny slippers and rushed to the window beside the door. Peeking out, I saw my boy best friend, Jaemin, standing there, completely drenched from the rain, his school backpack still on his shoulders.

(please play the music at this part lol trust me no regrets)

I gasped and hurried to open the door. As I did, everything seemed to slow down. The sight of him standing there, hair plastered to his forehead, his dark green jacket soaked through, made my heart skip a beat. He looked at me with an expression that was hard to read, and for a moment, it felt like the raindrops were suspended in midair. Time stopped, and it was just the two of us in that moment. My brain struggled to process what I was feeling, a strange mixture of surprise and something else I couldn't quite identify.

"I'm sorry, can I come in for a while?" Jaemin asked, his voice hesitant, snapping me out of my trance.

"Of course, come in," I said quickly, stepping aside to let him in. He walked past me, leaving a trail of water droplets on the floor. I shut the door behind him, my eyes following his every move. I had never felt this way about him before. Jaemin had always been my best friend since we were children, but tonight, something felt different. He tried to dry himself off, looking a bit embarrassed about the mess he was making.

"I was on my way home from the library, working on assignments," he explained, shaking water from his hair. "The rain started pouring suddenly, and I forgot my umbrella. I could barely see the road, so I decided to stop by here until it stops."

I nodded, still somewhat in a daze. "You should take a shower and change into some dry clothes. You might catch a cold otherwise."

He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his head. "Really? Thanks. I guess I'll need to borrow some clothes then."

I paused, my inner voice screaming. He had never worn my clothes before, despite how close we were. "Yeah, come on," I said, scoffing to cover my nerves, and pulled his hand to lead him to my bedroom. I showed him the bathroom and handed him a towel, then rummaged through my drawers for a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

"Oh wait," I said, suddenly remembering. "What about your-?" I trailed off, blushing furiously as my eyes darted downward.

Jaemin followed my gaze and burst out laughing. "It's fine, I'm a man!" he declared, flexing his biceps in a playful manner.

My face turned even redder. "Okay, okay! Now go and take a shower before you get a cold!" I pushed him into the bathroom and shut the door, my heart pounding. I was grateful my room was clean, or my mom would have killed me. My parents were out of the country on business, leaving me to take care of the house.

I headed back to the living room, slapping my cheeks to snap myself out of my flustered state. "Pull yourself together," I whispered to myself. I resumed watching TV, trying to focus on the show, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Jaemin.

A few minutes later, I heard my bedroom door open upstairs. I tried to ignore it, pulling out my phone to text a friend instead. But then I heard footsteps approaching, and before I knew it, a hand reached over and grabbed some of my popcorn. I jumped, startled, and Jaemin laughed.

"I thought you could give me some," he said, plopping down beside me on the couch. He looked... gorgeous, even in my oversized shirt and sweatpants. His brown hair was fluffed up from the towel, giving him a cute, boyish look.

"Be grateful, or I'd have left you out in the rain to catch a cold," I retorted, rolling my eyes.

Jaemin winced, pouting as he nudged my elbow. He was unusually quiet, which was unlike him. Normally, he'd be teasing me, taking ugly selfies on my phone, or causing some other mischief. Maybe he was just tired, I thought. We watched TV together in a comfortable silence, sharing the popcorn.

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder shook the house, and the lights went out. I screamed, the popcorn scattering all over the floor. In my panic, I ended up clutching onto Jaemin, burying my face in his neck. His scent, a mix of my body wash and something uniquely him, was surprisingly comforting. I hugged him tightly, my arms around his neck, my legs tucked between his thighs.

"It's okay, it's okay," Jaemin murmured, his hand gently patting my back and caressing the back of my head. His touch was soothing, and slowly, my fear began to subside. I couldn't believe how different he seemed in this moment. Usually, he'd be teasing or playfully annoying me, but now he was being so tender and caring. It felt like a side of him I had never seen before, a romantic side.

As the lights flickered back on, I slowly pulled away, realizing with a jolt that I was practically on top of him. His arms were still around my waist, his hands resting on my shoulders. I looked up at him, our faces inches apart. His eyes were soft and warm, his smile gentle. My cheeks burned with embarrassment at my boldness, but Jaemin didn't seem to mind.

"Like what you're looking at?" he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

I pushed myself off of him, stumbling and falling off the couch. Jaemin reached out, concerned. "Hey, relax! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, trying to sound nonchalant as I picked myself up. I couldn't meet his eyes, too flustered by the whole situation.

"Are you shy?" he asked, his tone playful.

Gritting my teeth, I smacked his arm. "Shut up," I muttered, embarrassed.

He winced in mock pain, rubbing his arm. "Ouch."

Looking around, I saw the popcorn scattered all over the floor. I started picking it up, and Jaemin joined in, helping me gather the pieces. "Thanks," I said softly, smiling at him.

"No problem," he replied, his voice cool and calm. "But you should probably throw this away. It’s been on the floor for more than three seconds since you were chilling on top of me just now."

"You better shut up, otherwise i’ll drag you outside in the rain.” I yelled at him as Jaemin playfully ran away from me while laughing and still making fun of me.

[f4iry-bell]

jameson hawthorne x f!reader [enemies to lovers] | part 4

part 3

hiii, the first part of the fic is noice!!!!! but the second part is meh. im so sorry i suck at angst 😭😭

It has been two whole months since Jameson and her came to their agreement to see eachother but with no strings attached. Two whole months of fun that he has never experienced. It's not just the sex that he enjoyed, he also loved the part where when they are done he shares his life risking experience to her and she shares something small about her. It was like a tradition for them to share something with eachother after they are done. But today it was different, when they were finished she quickly went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Jameson also noticed that she got a text from Logan asking ‘are you ready?’ he fronwed at the text and wondered why she's still hanging out with him, she's done with the secret society, he knew that because she told him herself.

When she came out of the bathroom with new clothes he fronwed again. She was not wearing a casual outfit, it looked like she's going to go out.

“Logan texted you.” Jameson comments, ignoring how she looked in that outfit. 

“Oh, okay.” Was all she said. 

“So…Are you coming back to bed?” He asked, he has the perfect story to make her stay. He doesn't want to jump into the questions this soon.

“Not today.” She said as she collected her things from the bed.

“Why? You going somewhere?” He asked moving to the other side of the bed where she was collecting her things from the night stand.

“Yeah.”

“I'm guessing it's with Logan.” It wasn't a guess. He was sure of it.

She nodded.

“But I have the best story to tell you. You know?” He said putting on a charming grin.

“You can tell me later. I'm already late.” She said and went to grab her dirty clothes, Jameson took the opportunity to grab her hand to stop her from rushing to leave him to see another man. The realisation made his stomach twist.

“But what about our little tradition?” He asked.

“Not today, Jameson. I'll see you later.” She kissed his cheeks and removed her hand from his grip.

He slightly pouted as she left the room.

_

It's been four hours since she left. Jameson couldn't help but wonder if she was just hanging out with Logan as friends or something else. He pushed that thought aside and texted her like always does when she's not with him sometimes.

lowkey miss you.

He put his phone away knowing she's probably chatting some news paper stuff with Logan. Or he might be flirting with her. He won't be surprised if he did. She's beautiful and interesting. Who wouldn't?

But he was wrong. She texted back immediately. 

Aw, I'll see you later tomorrow. Just hold onto my mini bunny plushie.

He smiled at her text, she left her plushie two weeks ago or something. Though it's her favourite plushie and only plushies she took from home to college, she still left it at Jameosn’s apartment to leave something that reminded him of her.

J - Why are you online? Aren't you on a date?

It wasn't a date. He knew it. But had to make sure still. Why would she even go out on a date with Logan? From what he remembered she always complain how he wants to meet her to discuss about what article to release every week for the newspaper but keeps ditching her then and there. He's worth no one's time from what he heard from her. 

He got a call. So he excused himself lol

There it is again. Jameson thought how he would have ignored the call if he was with her to just talk to her. She's still online and replying fast which means Logan is taking his own time on this call of his. You don't take so much time when you're alone with a pretty girl like her. So he called her.

As soon as she answered he spoke. “Ditch him.”

She chuckled which made him smile. “What?”

“Ditch him. It's not like he hasn't done that to you before.” He said.

“I can't. He's going to come back and be disappointed.” She said.

“If he comes back.” He corrected her.

“He will.” She assured.

“Don't care. Ditch him and meet me.” He suggested.

“Your apartment is quite far.” She stated.

“Where are you?” He asked her.

She told him where she's at a bar. He knew the bar well so he asked her to wait two blocks away so Logan wouldn't come outside and find her. Jameson wanted to surprise her this time, so he did a thing that would interest her. When he arrived at her location, his lips curled up to a beam of sunlight of a smile. He would pay a million dollars to see the reaction on her face when he parked his borrowed motorcycle near her. She walked closer to where he was as he took off his helmet. She didn't need him to take off his helmet to tell that the guy on a motorcycle and black leather jacket is Jameson Hawthorne. 

“Where did you get this?” She giggled, both of them were smiling like fools. Her smiling because he's on a motorcycle, him smiling because it's hard not to when she's smiling like that.

“Stole. Now hop on.” He was not asking as he grabbed the spare helmet and handed it over to her.

She was thinking about it for a moment. 

“You're not scared now, are you? Come on, Ace. I know you better than that.” He pushed the helmet to her again. 

She knew this won't be a slow ride. This is Jameson Hawthorne on a motorcycle, he will drive like it's his last moment on earth. But this time he will drive like it's their last moment on earth.

“Fine.” She grabbed the helmet from his hands and put it on. He made sure it was buckled right before he let her hop onto the motorcycle. He felt his stomach twist this time in a good way when she wrapped her arms around his waist. She has touched him a lot of times, but everytime she does the feeling never changes.

Jameson drove fast as she expected, they tried to chat with the fast wind slapping their faces as they tore through the air, words barely got inside each other's ears.They finally reached the destination Jameson wanted to show her, it was too far from the campus. A view point at the corner of the road where you can see everything below. The only light they were able to see was the half moonlight and passing vehicles light. Jameson took her hand and led her to the edge of the road, they were about 200 feet high. 

They talked about how many bones one would break if they fell for a while and other things. Somehow the conversation got linked up with Logan.

“...I do kind of feel bad for ditching Logan.” She said as she played with the grass. Jameson was laying down as she was sitting next to him.

“He ditches you all the time. You shouldn't feel bad.” He wasn't feeling bad at all. In fact he was happy that she ditched Logan to spend time with him.

“Yeah, but those were the times we were hanging out for newspaper stuff.” She shrugged.

“And you didn't hang out this time?” He chuckled.

“It's not a hangout, dummy. It was a date. That's why I feel bad, you know? I could have at least told him that I'm leaving face to face. Maybe the call was really important, he was telling me about his father and how he is…” Jamesom stopped listening when the word ‘date’ left her lips.

He scrunched his face. “Wait, what? A date?” 

Her heartbeat started to race a little, this shouldn't bother her. “Yeah.” She said, sighing out loud.

“A date.” He sat up. He didn't say much but his face spoke a lot. For someone who had a good poker face Jameson was showing a lot of emotions than necessary.

“Jameson. You can't be upset.” Her tone was sober. 

“Of course I can't.” He let out a fake chuckle.

“Jameson, we agreed—”

“No strings attached.” He completed the sentence nodding his head.

“Then why are you upset?” Her tone was getting frustrated. He showed no direct interest during the past two months. They both didn't. “We're not a couple.”

“Yeah, cause we're just fucking, right? You can't be serious. You can't just go on a date with someone when you're…” He didn't know what they were. To him what they agreed to and what they have was different. And what they have—or had is special.

“You can't be serious.You are just mad that I'm not just sticking with you, that I went on a date. You can't act like you've liked me all this time when you and I both know it's not true.” She told him what she thought was happening. Jameson doesn't like her, but don't like the idea of someone else having her. 

“Is that what you think?” He asked, a bit hurt of what she thinks of him. “No, I'm not just acting like I like you. I've always been interested in you. I didn't know what it was at first but the more I spend my time with you, I realised how much I like you. But I'm glad to know this is how you see me after all this time.” He was genuinely hurt by how low she thinks of him.

“You're just saying that.” She said.

“Or is that what you want to believe?” He scoffed.

“I’m leaving.” She said as she got up and started walking away from him. He immediately followed her.

“Where are you going? You can't just walk all the way down, you know?” He said, following her. She didn't reply or stop. She was simply being unreasonable. 

Jameson was the one who was supposed to be acting this way given his past. 

He grabbed her hand to stop her. “Stop. You don't have to talk to me, just let me take you back to campus.”

She knew it's a long walk down the road. A cab won't come up here. She sighed and nodded her head.

The ride back to campus was opposite to everything it was coming here. Quiet and slow. Jameson knew this might be the last time he'd get to be this close to her. 

She mumbled a thank you when he stopped at her destination and left immediately. He was so hurt by her behaviour. Both of them knew they were more than just friends with benefits. She just won't accept it. Jameson tried to think that she went on the date just to make Jameson jealous so he'd confess his feelings and they'll be together but her behaviour at the cliff told a different story. She was more than Jameson himself. Only if he could read her mind he'd know what to do.

[your-nanas-house]

I don't mean to be mean or rude but there were these people in my class who were wearing like REALLY revealing clothes and I've gotten an idea: How would yanderes Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne and Peter Parker react to the reader who's usually an introvert suddenly wearing really revealing clothing since she wants to be noticed and doesn't want to be viewed as an introvert anymore? Tbh, this is actually what I'm thinking rn... it's like if I want to be noticed in my college these days, that's the step I'll have to take but I don't feel comfortable wearing such revealing clothes

I find it quite interesting ☺️ different from the other things that I wrote. Don't worry! 🥰 Sorry for taking so long.

Reaction at Y/n wearing revealing clothes to be noticed

• Yandere!Older!Damian Wayne

He would be surprised and confused at first as to why his beloved made that change

He would study your movements throughout the day if it is necessary to be able to understand the real reason why you have become uncomfortable of your own free will

And it was...

For the attention and for changing the way the people looked at you

And it was obviously working, thing that infuriated Damian a lot

Because there was too much attention but it helped him get closer by using the 'Bruce Wayne's son' card for the first time

• Tim Drake (of age)

The first time he saw that complete change in his style he thought his mind was playing with him and he needed sleep.

He couldn't believe that his friend and crush, the person he stalked every night was wearing something like this

Where had your introverted side gone?

He liked the way she dressed because it sure caught the attention but the wrong attention

And that meant more problems that he had to "solve" for your future relationship 🔪

• Jason Todd (of age)

Well ... shit if he approved this whole thing

At first he thought it was something for him, a game that would make you more confident of your body but he was wrong

And he found out the next day by watching how the hopes of calling you his, drifted further and further away due to the new attentions.

This thing made him so mad and pissed that he got ride of a few men that tried to hit on you without you knowing

Making you fall later exactly in his trap

• Peter Parker (of age)

He couldn't believe his eyes as soon as he saw you

And he couldn't help but ask a question that made you blush embarrassed and ignore him all day

Getting new attention all day that helped change the way everyone looked at you

While Peter searched for a way to reason with you, scared that you would move away from him too far.

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You gone let her wear that?

With all of the characters I write for starting with...

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Riri watches as you look in the mirror at your fit it's the tiniest clothes you own your crop is tight against your breasts and your jeans are tighter hugging your ass perfectly. Your crop is cut off right below the tiddies you can't reach up or you're giving the whole world a full view of the goodies. One of Riri's friends notices this and mumbles "so you just gone let her wear that?" Riri looks over at you and shrugs "I'm five foot one and she could rock my shit real smooth so yeah she got all the free range plus I'm not her daddy" "our neighbors would beg to differ" you mumble but Riri catches your words and smiles to herself.

Rosalie Otterbourne x poc FEM reader

Not many people are aware of your relationship with Rosalie but your brother is very aware and always finds something to comment on. Today's topic is that your dress is too showy. "Rose, how can you let your woman just walk around showing everything? Her legs and bosom are just in plain view what if some man decides to just snatch her up?" Rosalie looks up from her book and places her pen inside it before answering. "As you said, MY woman. She's my woman so I needn't worry about some man who could barely afford the shoes she has on her feet." You smile to yourself as your brother glances at your heels. "No other man nor woman could afford her likes and needs. I won't have that problem. However, you should check on your woman." Damn you can't help but smile to yourself that woman just gets so much finer when she speaks.

Jamie Harrison x poc FEM reader

You pull on your tiny shorts and kiss Jamie she smiles at you and shakes her head "damn you're really something." Leanne watches you both with pure disgust written all over her face "she's dressed like a slut and she's going to leave like that...you're going to let her leave like that?" Jamie nods "yes she can dress however she wants I'm no fucking cop I'm not going to hell her what she can and can't wear." Jamie rolls her eyes and plants a soft kiss on your cheek "like what the fuck?"

Vivienne Scott (Scotty) x poc FEM reader

Scotty gets dressed for work as you get dressed too and she's watching as you keep pulling on clothes and then taking them off not satisfied with the finished product. Dean watches you both struggle to pick out your outfits for the day and he notices how your clothes are barely covering anything. "Goodness gracious Y/n do you own anything for the winter season? Scotty, she just walks around half clothes all the time?" Scotty slowly looks up from her dresser "I hadn't noticed but if that's what she wants to wear I have no problem with it... Now that you say that who else sees you every day?" Oh good Lord, you sigh "Scotty don't do that whole obsessed thing damn it Dean now she's going to be stalking every person that looks in my direction. Dean shrugs "she should be you're practically dressed in your underwear." You pull on a hoodie and grab Scotty by her face "don't worry you have nothing to be upset about ignore Dean he's being a dick because he can't get no dick."

Shuri Udaku x poc FEM reader

Everyone's quick to take notice of your clothing but only one person speaks about your clothing. Okoye gently nudges Shuri "princess are you aware of what your partner is wearing?" Shuri nods as she recharges her gauntlets with more vibranium "yes my girlfriend is wearing a skirt that's a bit above mid-thigh and her shirt is skin tight." Okoye blinks expecting her to say more but she doesn't because she doesn't feel the need to. Okoye gawks at your clothing "so you're going to let her leave like that?" Shuri looks up at Okoye "yes I'll never tell her what she can and can't do she'll try to fight me. Even though I'd surely win I don't want to test how much she cares about my life when it comes to her clothing choice."

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pairing: afab!reader x Nayeon

w.c.: 1.6k

warnings: wlw/nb smut, use (more like mention) of a vibrator, cunnilingus (giving), sub/dom dynamic, e2l (???), possibly cringey lines

a/n: i wrote this late at night, so give me a break. (this is a reupload, i am not stealing work my og account is @luv-quinn)

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Your new roommate was insufferable. She played loud music all the time, often singing along to it as well. Her singing was pleasant, but god damn, did she have to do it at 3 in the morning?? Sighing, you got out of your bed to knock on her door for the 5th time this night. 

Sock clad feet sliding across the hardwood floor, you came to a stop in front of her door, lifting your hand to rap your knuckles against the door. The music paused for a oment before resuming, telling you she hadn't heard the knocks, or was just choosing to ignore you. 

Growing annoyed, you rapped your knuckles against the door rougher, this time the sound was loud enough to get the other girl to walk to the door. Opening it, she leaned against the frame, her delicate hands unraveling her long twin braids. She gave you a small smirk,

"Well, well, what's got you busting my door down at this hour?", she asked, knowing full-well why you were here. Crossing your arms over your chest, you frowned at her, leaning closer to hear her over the loud music she left playing,

"Can you please turn the music down? I'm not saying you have to turn it off, but I'm trying to sleep! I have an exam tomorrow and I'm stressing out about it too much to have to deal with you, too!", you said, maybe over-sharing a little bit, but the statement only made Nayeon's bunny smile grow wider,

"Oh, yeah? Well, if I may propose the thought to you, I could help with that.", she said, leaning even closer to you, the slight height difference between you two making her look up at you slightly. Scoffing, you turned your face away from her, trying to hide the blush spreading over your face. Turning back to face her, you mustered your confidence and tilted your head at her,

"What? Was all this acting up just for me to fuck your brains out? Did you think that would work?", you questioned, watching with pride as her exprsson turned sheepish, clearly not expecting that kind of response. Her hands unraveled her braids quicker with nervousness,

"U-um, no! I-I don't know what you mean!", she stuttered, which made your smirk grown wider and your ehes narrowed, reaching hand out to tilt her chin up to look at you,

"Aw, is little bunny scared now that she got caught, hm? Well, don't worry bunny, I'll take care of you, if that's really what you want.", the question of consent was clearly there, wrapped up in a teasing tone and a pet name, making Nayeon nod eagerly at the prospect. 

Smiling once more, you gently pushed her back into her room, backing her up until her knees hit the bed, making her tumble backwards onto her mattress. Leaning over her, you motioned to her speakers, still blaring loud music,

"Guess we'll need these after all! I'm not sure if the neighbors want to hear you moaning like a bitch in heat.", you said, your crude words both catching her off gaurd as well as sending a sock straight to her clothed cunt. Placing your forearms on either side of her head, you lowered yourself until just a simple jolt could make your lips attach. Smiling slightly, you looked at her, silently asking if she was really sure about this. She nodded, and that was all you needed to slot your lips together.

She moaned almost immediately, hands shooting up to grip your hair and pull, making you groan slightly at the feeling. Tongues dancing together, you moved your hands across her lithe body, feeling every curve and dip, brushing over sensitive places, each time making her gasp into the kiss. Pulling back from her lips, to which she whined at you, you buried your face in her neck, pressing kiss after kiss, bite after bite, to her throat, having her outright keening as you marked her up.

Pushing your self up, you surveyed the red marks over her neck and collarbones, a sinful art display of ownership. She was, for the night at least, yours. 

"Hey, bunny, I'm gonna go get something from my room, so why don't you get undressed for me, alright?", you said, recieving a nod in return. 

Returning to the room, you looked over the wonderful sight of Nayeon's naked body in front of you. Nearly losing it right then and there, you held yourself back, instead showing off what you had brought. 

A simple vibrator. Nayeon looked from it to you with excitement shining in her brown eyes, blonde hair already messed up. Walking towards her, you set it on the table, reaching towards her and dragging her by her ankles towards the edge of the bed. She squealed at the sudden movement, but froze at the feeling of your warm breath of her glistening pussy. 

Looking up at her, you bat your eyelashes, smirking again,

"You gonna let me eat you out, baby? Hm?", you asked, pressing a quick kiss to her inner thigh. She nodded, but you shook your head, making Nayeon frown,

"Words, baby, I need words. Tell me exaclty what you want me to do to you.", you instructed, to which Nayeon gulped slightly, face burning with embarrassment at such an admission.

"I-I want you to eat me out, please! Please use the vibrator on me and make me cum!", she said, voice bordering on whiny as she spoke. Smiling again, you gave her a quick 'good girl' before diving in.

Flopping back on the bed, Nayeon reached down to tug at your hair again, moans escaping her mouth as you placed kisses to her clit and folds. Licking a long stripe up her core, you wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking harshly, making Nayeon moan louder. Humming at the sound, you prodded her entrance with your tongue before starting to piston the wet muscle into her dripping cunt. 

Nayeon had been so pent up since she moved in, waiting for the moment she could make a move on her hot roommate, but the opportunity had never present itself. Now, she finally got what she wanted, and the coil in her stomach was already starting to tighten. 

"Please, please, please! I wanna cum, oh, I wanna cum so bad, plEase!", she half screamed, voice cracking on her last word, feeling around the bed for something other than your hair to grip. Finding your hand, she squeezed it so hard you thought your fingers might break. Pulling away for a second, you looked up at her, her juices glistening on your lips and chin,

"Go ahead baby, cum for me, I've got you."

That was all she needed, a few more licks and she was sent over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like waves. Her throat already felt hoarse, but she felt so good, 

"You think you can go another round, this time with the vibrator?", you asked, drawing Nayeon out of her head. Nayeon nodded and you smiled, leaning over and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. Turning on the vibrator, you listened as the gentl whirring sound resonated in your ears, the music making it barely hearable.

Kneeling back down, you slot yourself between Nayeon's thighs, pulling them over your shoulders. Pressing more kisses to her folds, you gently press the buzzing vibrator to her clit, making thights tense around your head, pants escaping her lips. This time, you were a bit slower, knowing she was still sensitive from her last orgasm.

Nayeon was thrashing around, the pleasure from her stimulated pussy was making her feel light-headed. She released your hair to move her hand towards her chest, where her nipples were neglected. Pinching and rolling them bewteen her fingettips, she let out more moans and groans, feeling her second orgasm creep up on her again. 

"You-You make me feel so good. Treat me so nice.", she mumbled out, trying to give back some of the praise she had recieved. You smiled laughing gently, the extra vibrations shooting up Nayeon's spine. 

"Mhm, thank you, bunny. Now, you can cum now, honey, your legs are shaking like crazy.", you said. It was true, her legs were shaking so much it was getting tiresome to hold them on your shoulders. Nayeon nodded, closing het eyes and focusing on nothing but the pleasure you were giving her. The focus worked, because not too long after your command, she came all over your face again, with you greedily licking up the mess she had made. 

Massaging her thighs, you turned off the vibrator, set it to the side, and smiled up at Nayeon. 

"You did so good, baby, but next time, just ask me to take care of you onstead of acting up, because next time, I won't be so nice.", you warned making her gulp and nod. But, secretly she was going to do just that, push your buttons just to see how you would react. 

Too distracted by her thoughts of brattiness, Nayeon barely noticed you cleaning her body up. It was only when you moved her body to tuck her in for the night did she tune back in to the real world. Giggling at her lost expression, you pressed a kiss to her sweat covered forehead,

"Goodnight, Nayeon. Please, actually sleep tonight, I'll make you breakfast in the morning, alright?", you said, making Nayeon grin and nod excitedly. Chuckling, you head back to your own room, flopping onto the bed and falling asleep almost immediately.

[girlwiththepapatattoo]

The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 10

Warnings: Astarion being himself, fingering, vaginal sex

Summary: A very good way to wake up.

Notes: *chants to myself* I will not dwell on how vampire anatomy works, I will not dwell on how vampire anatomy works, I will not...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Thanks to all you lovelies who've commented, each one makes my day. <3

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When Astarion had lain down to sleep after getting his new lover off for her first time, he’d forgotten that she’s a druid. 

And they’re in the middle of a druid grove. 

In the middle of nowhere.

So when he wakes from a rare full sleep, he’s surprised to feel something small, warm, and incredibly soft curled up right on his cheek. 

He doesn’t jump, of course not. But he would admit to a brief, tiny moment of surprise upon waking to find Sable isn’t the only thing sleeping on him. His left eye opens and he sees something tiny laying on his face, covered in brown fur. 

“Don’t move,” Sable whispers, and his open eye look at her. The morning sun lights up her features, makes her practically glow…though the absolute delight in her expression helps that along immensely. 

So instead of pushing the whatever-it-is off of him like he’d normally do, he instead does his best to whisper without moving his cheek. “What’s on my face?” 

Sable does her best to ignore the goosebumps running down her arms as she realizes that she really likes to hear Astarion whisper. “A baby bunny,” she replies, and she looks down. 

Astarion follows her gaze. Tucked on top of and around them are a small family of bunnies, an adult female with five small babies, all of which are still asleep. 

He blinks. “...there’s a baby bunny sleeping on my face.” 

“Yep,” is her reply, and he can all but hear the giggle in her voice.

He has to resist the urge to sigh. “This is going to happen a lot with you as my bedfellow, isn’t it?” 

“Yep.” She has to bite her lip to keep from laughing. One of the bunnies twitches a leg. “Think of it as extra warmth.” 

“I’m thinking of all the potential animal hair on my clothes, actually,” he replies, but Sable doesn’t hear any real ire in his voice. 

“Like I said, extra warmth.” But she gently reaches down and rubs a hand over the mother rabbit, who comes awake instantly. She says something to the small creature, who gets up and makes a short chirping sort of noise. The babies all wake quickly, the one on Astarion’s cheek giving a stretch, its tiny feet on one of his nostrils. His eyebrow twitches at how disgustingly cute it is. 

The bunnies hop off, and Sable, to his surprise, leans over and presses a quick kiss to his chin. “Thank you.” 

“For what?” he asks in confusion, trying to ignore how warm his chest feels from her kiss. 

“For not scaring them off. You looked so precious, sleeping with a bunny on your cheek,” she says, and her smile is so fond that it makes his heart ache. 

He clears his throat and props his head up on his hand. “Yes, well…” His voice goes low and suggestive. “I had been hoping for an altogether different way of waking up.” He pauses for a moment, as if thinking about what could have been. “But you’re welcome,” he finally says, smiling very faintly. 

As he hopes, she blushes, heat flooding her face at his words. “I-I um…w-we can still…if you want.” The events of last night run through her head, and she gasps, her eyes going wide in horror. “Astarion, oh gods I’m so sorry!” 

His brow furrows in confusion. “What could you possibly have to apologize for?” 

“After you…” She drops her gaze and her volume. “After you…used your mouth on me. I just fell asleep! You never got…well, anything!” 

He laughs, snuggling her up close. “My precious kitten, that’s where you’re very much wrong. I might not have gotten to spend myself inside your luscious body, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t avail myself of your other splendors.” He sighs, the sound half a moan. “Your taste…your scent…the way your insides felt, squeezing my finger as you came apart on my tongue…those sweet little noises of yours as I sent you to heaven…” He hums, the look on his face like he’d found nirvana. “Yes…oh, I was more than satisfied with what happened between us, darling.” 

She stares up at him, dumbstruck. His words, his tone, leave her frozen in desire. She wants to say something, anything, but the only thing that gets squeezed out of her throat is a very articulate, “Hng.” 

His lips tug in a slow, languid smirk, and he shifts. His movements unhurried, like a predator assured of a kill, he slings one leg over her, straddling her hips. His eyes don’t leave hers as he pulls up the opening flap of his tent and ties it shut. 

Her hands press across his thighs, his form lithe, but she can feel the corded muscle under her touch. He leans down, his hands pressing to either side of her head, and she watches as his tongue curls out, pressing to her collarbone. She shudders, remembering exactly what that tongue is capable of. 

He traces a pattern down, down, until he reaches the ties to the laces of her shirt. He takes one between his teeth and draws back, the loose knots he’d left last night coming undone easily. His hands cup around her hips and push up, and as they go they take the shirt with it, slowly baring her to his gaze. Her heart pounds, her hands squeeze unconsciously around his legs. 

He pulls her shirt off and tosses it somewhere behind them. He says nothing, but his touch is reverent as his fingers trace over her sides and hips. He leans down further, nuzzling into her soft belly, leaving a line of cool kisses up her stomach and into the valley between her breasts. She whimpers softly, her fingers sliding into his curls, before she very gently pushes at his head. “A-Astarion…I want to…w-well, it’s your turn. Switch with me.” 

He clicks his tongue. “You’re really going to make me give up my fun?” he pouts, before nipping playfully at the side of her breast. 

Her breathy gasp makes him groan softly, his hips grinding down on her. “Ahhhhstarion, please, I-I want to touch you like you’re touching me,” she gasps, and starts tugging on his own shirt. “Please, let me, please!” 

“Well, when you beg so nicely, how could I say no?” he purrs. He leans down and kisses her, a passionate meeting of lips and tongue that takes her breath away, before he tosses his shirt off and lays down. 

Eagerly, much less gracefully, she straddles his hips this time. The sun illuminating the crimson fabric of his tent paints everything in soft shades of red, the color flattering on his skin. She bites her lip, looking at him as if he were almost too beautiful to stare at for long. Her hands press softly to his stomach, the lines of his abdominals softened after being at rest all night. She traces over his skin, nonsense patterns that slowly move up and over his chest. 

His eyes half lidded, he watches her enjoy his body, an awed look on her face. It’s a look he’s seen hundreds, thousands of times, but right here, right now…this isn’t to bring his master back a meal. This is for him, with someone he’s starting to care very much for, who cares about him in return. 

A sudden surge of emotion has his hands clamping around her hips, and he grinds up into her core. A soft cry leaves her lips before she could smother it, but she quickly claps a hand over her mouth. 

“I’m sorry, my kitten, my lover,” he all but pants, sitting up against her. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He curls his arm around her waist and flips their positions easily, smothering the beginnings of her protest with a deep, devouring kiss. His fingertips slide down her belly, relishing in the sounds she’s releasing into his mouth, and tug at the laces to her pants, pushing them down over her hips until she can kick them off. 

He swallows her cry as his hand cups her, those clever fingers stroking, dipping, swirling until she’s a writhing mess of heat under him. He’s got her so thoroughly distracted that she’s not even sure when he takes his own pants off, only that suddenly he’s kneeling between her legs, her calf brushing up against his bare thigh. 

“Are you ready, my kitten?” he purrs into her ear, tonguing at the shell, his free hand cupping over her mouth so that anyone walking by the tent would be none the wiser. “Are you ready…to be mine?” 

“Yes,” she gasps into his palm, her warm breath puffing gently against his cool skin. 

He smiles and pulls his fingers from her, where he’d be building her up, spreading her open gently and slowly. He spreads her legs wide, wrapping a hand around the base of his own cock and guiding himself to slide against her slick folds. The feel of his velvety head rubbing against her clit has her shuddering, her nails digging gently into the flesh of his shoulders. 

He groans at how warm and wet she is, before he guides himself to her entrance. So aroused is she, so ready for him, that there isn’t an ounce of tension when he starts to push in. “That’s it, my sweet, my darling, just like that,” he moans, spreading his hand just above her mound as he works himself into her inch by inch. 

Astarion has a nearly perfect cock. Not comically big, but not small by any means, he’s got just enough girth to be a wonderful stretch, with a lovely branching vein running just right of center and an upward curve. The only odd thing about it is, like the rest of him, it’s cool when he slides in at first. But he warms to her body temperature quickly, and then they’re both holding still and quivering. 

“Gods, Sable,” he gasps, his body tense to not drive into her from the get-go. “You’re so tight, you feel so perfect around me…” 

“‘S-Starion, f-fuck you feel…you feel so good, y-you…p-please move, please!” 

He groans and kisses her again before moving his hips. He rolls against her, dragging his cock almost all the way out before pushing back in, the motion he uses and the size of him letting him hit every sensitive spot almost at once. She moans brokenly into his mouth as he loves her, as he traps her into this abyss of pleasure. She’s surprised her skin isn’t on fire, how warm she feels, how desperate she is for him. 

He shifts, pulling her legs up and over his shoulders, and if she thought he was deep before…He hits a spot inside her now that makes her squeal, and he growls at the sound and speeds up, pushing and pressing into that spot over and over until she’s sobbing in pleasure. 

He breaks the kiss as he snakes one hand between them, and all but snarls into her ear. “You’re going to come,” he rasps, his fingers finding her clit and beginning to trace quick circles over the engorged bud. “You’re going to come, and milk my cock, and I’m going to bite you and drink your pleasure.” 

“Yes!” she cries, muffled into his shoulder, feeling that tightening in her lower belly already. “Yes, please, Astarion, oh gods oh shit I, y-you, I-I–!” 

Her orgasm shatters her. He catches her scream into his left palm, his right still rapidly rubbing her clit, and he pulls her head to the side and bites down on her neck. His hips stutter as his own orgasm hits him with the force of the nautoloid crash, heightened by her blood bubbling up into his mouth. She tastes even better now, her flavor bright and thick with heady pleasure, and the cry he utters is nearly broken. 

Neither of them know how long they writhe together, how long they stay high, soaring the bright skies of endless rapture hand in hand and bodies intertwined. When Sable comes back to herself, she finds Astarion nuzzling into the bite marks on her neck, every so often licking at them to get a lingering taste of her pleasure-addled blood. “‘S-Starion…” she all but slurs, sweaty and blissfully sore. 

“Sable,” he purrs, shifting his focus to pepper kisses where her jaw and neck meet. “That was perfect. You’re perfect. Gods, what you do to me…” 

They aren’t sure how long they lay together, basking in the afterglow, the vampire’s cock slowly softening and slipping out of her channel. They both hiss at the motion, before he presses one more gentle, fond kiss to the column of her throat and shifts off her. 

He chuckles softly at her wine of protest. “Now now, darling, I’m just getting a rag to clean you up with. I don’t want you leaking all over my bedroll.” 

She turns crimson and hides her face. “A-Astarion!” 

“What?” He laughs softly, gently wiping her clean. “No reason to be embarrassed, darling. Spread your legs a little wider, there’s my good girl.” He hears her heart skip a beat when he calls her that, and his playful grin darkens to something slightly more…calculating. “Well now…won’t that be fun to play with one of these days,” he purrs. 

But she doesn’t get the chance to say anything, because Shadowheart suddenly speaks from next to the tent. “Are you two lovebirds going to stay in bed all day? We have things to do, you know.” 

“Ugh.” Astarion scowls at the woman’s silhouette. “How long have you been lurking there, Shadowheart? If you were hoping to hear something, you’ve missed the show.” Sable squeaks and immediately shapeshifts into her cat form, wriggling out underneath the tent wall and running away. “Now look what you’ve done!” 

“Don’t blame this on me, Astarion,” she says calmly, already turning to leave. “You’re the one who said something perverted.” 

There’s a rustle as he pulls his clothes on and unties the tent, and by the time he comes out the cleric has already walked off. He frowns in the direction he thinks she went, then looks around for signs of Sable. Nowhere to be found, and there’s too much going on in this place to track her by scent. 

He sighs. “I’ll let her have some time alone,” he murmurs to himself. “Later on, I’ll make sure she’s all right. Honestly…this is why I hate fucking in camp.” 

He grabs his sewing kit and heads off to find the group, and if his thoughts stray constantly to his skittish new lover…well. As long as no one uses the tadpoles to pry into his mind, who’s to stop him from fantasizing?

[jimin-jungshook-over-literalbae]

Blinding Lights Chapter Five

Listen, I didn’t plan for this chapter to happen the way it did. I was planning to take my time and leave smut for much later but fukboi Jungkook decided to emerge and I just…. Didn’t stop it? Oh god, I was not prepared for this today. I really don’t plan out what I write, it just kind of happens. Anyway, Hope you enjoy?

Warnings: Rated R for the Jungkook smut. There’s a little peek at the chaos duo that is the 95 line twins but Jungkook really took the lead on this one. I wasn’t ready for that. Prepare yourself.

Word Count: 3,926

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“Baby? What are you doing in here?” The voice causes me to stir slightly, but I can’t tell who it is. I keep my eyes closed, too tired to want to be awake. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep,” Come on, pretty girl, lets get you in bed.”

I finally manage to find enough strength to open my eyes as arms scoop me up. Jungkook carries me easily, his bunny ears twitching as he walks. He glances down at me and gives me a grin. His lips press to my forehead as he somehow manages to open my bedroom door while still holding me. He lays me on the bed and promptly covers my body with his, his face hovering over mine.

“Good morning, pretty girl. What were you doing sleeping in the gym?” He gives me a curious smile. I lift a hand to run it over his ears. He shudders slightly at my touch.

“I couldn’t sleep. I decided to practice what you taught me. It’s not use if I don’t practice,” My hand falls to the nape of his neck, playing with the end of his ponytail. He must have been going for a morning workout.

“Why didn’t you come get me?” I blush at his question, my eyes shying away from his, instead looking over at his forearm. It’s pressed to the bed beside me as he hovers over me. His fingers nudge my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes,” Hmm?”

“Just because I can’t sleep, I don’t want to force you to be awake. You need your sleep,” The hand not on his neck rests on the pillow next to my head. Without thinking, it lifts to play with the lip ring glinting on his bottom lip.

His next actions catches me off guard. His hand wraps around mine, pressing it back down to the pillow as he leans down to me. His lips consume mine, the cold metal of that lip ring pressing to my skin. My fingers tighten around the back of his neck as our lips dance together. His kiss steals my breath, consuming my mind and soul. I can’t think. Our lips finally separate and his blaze across my cheek to my ear.

“You’re not a burden,” My eyes widen at his words. He continues a trail down my neck, my breath catching in my throat and my head lolling to the side. I’m not sure whether its’ my Omega or me, but we easily submit to him.

His lips attach to my scent gland, sucking harshly. A gasp leaves me, a moan so nearly following it. This kiss is so different from Yoongi’s. Yoongi was gentle and he relished in the gentle touch of our lips. Jungkook is fast. He’s everywhere, all at once, racing along. His teeth nip my skin and I can’t stop the moan this time. I can feel him grin against my neck, his tongue dancing across my skin. When he pulls away, a little whine leaves me, much to my embarrassment. Without realizing, he seems to have pushed me into an Omega drop.

“As much as I hate to, we should probably stop here,” He lets out a long breath before plopping onto his back and pulling me into his side. My head tucks under his chin and his fingers run through my hair. Eventually, my frantic heartbeat calms and a soft purr leaves my chest. I fall asleep like that, his arms holding me comfortably, hiding me from the bad memories and the past. All that exists is this moment and this boy.

When I finally wake up again, I’m alone. My covers are tucked around me and a plate of long cold food sits on my bedside table. I ignore the food and grab some clothes from the closet, going to take a quick shower. The dried sweat all over me makes me feel icky. When I look in the mirror, I realize that Jungkook has definitely left a hickey on my scent gland. I blush brightly and quickly brush out my hair, hoping it will do a lot to hide it. I’ve noticed that the other guys have marks on their necks sometimes, so maybe no one will notice.

I grab the plate and take it downstairs. Most of the time, I don’t really feel hungry, except when I’m in heat. Then my body seems to constantly crave food. I pause before walking into the kitchen, part of me terrified that I’m going to walk in there and he’s still going to be on the floor. That the blood will still be there. I can still feel it on my hands when I think about it. I take a long breath and take a step into the kitchen. It’s pristine. The dishes from breakfast appear to have been stowed in the dishwasher and the table is spotless.

I dump the food in the trash and hand wash the dish. I dry it with a dish towel and climb up on the counter to put it away. The top cabinets are just tall enough to be a struggle to reach. I unload the dishwasher. I hate feeling like I’ve done nothing, like I’m useless. I haven’t done anything to take care of my mates. The thought makes me restless. Surely there’s something I can do, right?

I don’t really know how to cook. The house is spotless. I can’t even find a job because I don’t have any of my paperwork. For a while, I just sit on the counter and contemplate what I could do. Finally, I just shake my head and decide to look around the first floor. There are a few rooms I haven’t seen down here. A sauna, a home theater, a massive laundry room, and a large formal dining room. There’s a small storage closet at the end of the hallway that stores a lot of outdoor equipment. A large pane of sliding glass leads out onto a large patio.

The patio has a a grill, a seating area, and yet another space to eat. There’s a small pathway that branches off to lead to a massive pool and a, what looks to be, large glass building. I follow the path to the left, curious about what the strange glass building could be. Stepping through the door, an immediate warmth meets me that has my toes curling. Plants line the walkway, beautiful flowers of fall kinds. This must be a green house. I’ve read about them but I’ve never seen one in real life.

I’m in awe at all the flowers. I’ve never seen so many kinds before. Each in unique colors and styles. The first home I ever lived in, the one I grew up in, had roses that surrounded the outside of the home. There are various kinds of roses in different shades and sizes, but there are so many other kinds of flowers. I could get lost in here for hours and still feel like I never saw all of the flowers.

“Do you like it?” Namjoon’s timber voice comes from behind me, catching me off guard. I turn quickly, my heart thundering in my chest. His wolf ears twitch, a grin lighting up his expression.

“They’re so pretty. I’ve never seen no many flowers,” I can’t stop the smile that comes up in response to his.

“When we first got the house, there was nothing in here. It took a long time to get all of them blooming like this. Sadly, a lot of it is pretty overgrown now. Almost everything needs to be trimmed down. I haven’t had time,” My eyes widen at his words.

“You take care of all these plants?” I look around at the vast number of plants.

“Sometimes, the guys help me out but its’ mostly me. They mostly do it if they want to spend time with me. As you’ve seen, I’m somewhat of a busy man,” His tone is teasing as he walks over to a cart, putting on some gloves and grabbing some kind of cutting instrument.

“Can I help?” I speak without thinking. I haven’t gotten to spend any time with Namjoon and the idea of taking care of these plants seems fascinating.

“Sure. You can use Jimin’s gloves. He’s the only one that has hands around your size. We can order you some later, if you want,” He hands me a pair of gloves and another one of the cutting tools,” So, we’re pruning today. Basically, that just means were cutting off the damaged or dead parts of the plants. It helps keep the plant healthy.”

He showed me how to use the pruning sheers and what parts to cut off of plants. We work next to each other in a comfortable silence. Like Yoongi, I don’t feel any obligation to keep a conversation going. We can just exist next to each other, taking comfort in the other’s presence. He’s like the dim, comfortable flame of a candle. You won’t see it unless you’re looking for it but it’s bright enough to bring you comfort on a dark and turbulent night.

“Do you wanna pick out a few flowers to bring in as a bouquet. I usually bring one in after working in the greenhouse,” We go through and pick out a bouquet of flowers. I pick out some golden yellow roses and Namjoon pairs with some purple roses. The door to the green house bursts open.

“Namjoon, have you seen…” Jungkook’s words trail off as his eyes fall on me,” There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“She’s been in here with me,” Namjoon bundles the flowers together into a bouquet in his hands, picking a vase from a shelf and filling it with some water,” Although, I feel like I should be concerned that it took you so long to find her.”

“I just thought she would still be in bed. I found her asleep in the gym this morning so she didn’t get to bed until after dawn,” Jungkook gives me a pointed look, which I quickly avoid. I don’t know how to tell him that my thoughts and anxieties overwhelmed me.

“I was wondering who left that hickey on her since it certainly wasn’t there before bed time,” Namjoon’s tone is casual but I see a grin flash across Jungkook’s face.

“Well, I’m here to steal the baby for a while,” Jungkook suddenly scoops me up into his arms, a yelp leaving me,” So we’ll see you later.”

“You better not push it, Jungkook,” Namjoon gives him a warning look.

“Whatever could you mean? I’m a sweet boy,” Jungkook’s expression is comically innocent.

“Jungkook-“ Namjoon’s following words are left behind as Jungkook lopes away, going up the stairs and into his room. He tosses me onto the bed and turns the lock on the door.

“I missed you,” Something about his expression makes my stomach flutter. I’ve never seen that kind of expression and it makes me nervous, but in a good way.

“You just saw me this morning,” I try to keep my tone casual but I’m sure it didn’t work. Jungkook’s eyes narrow playfully as he crawls into the obnoxiously large bed next to me.

“I was hoping you were still in bed when I got home so I would have you all to myself,” His hands reach out and pull me toward him, causing my breath to catch in my throat. His scent has taken on a darker, deeper, drawing me in.

“I’m sorry,” My voice is soft and barely there. His face is so close to mine that its’ hard to focus.

His fingers close around my chin, pulling my lips to his. His hand slides along my jaw and to the back of my neck. His lips consume mine, fevered and all consuming. It’s hard to think. He presses me back against the mattress, the hard lines of his body pressing mine deeper into its’ soft embrace. His free hand rests on the skin of my side, burning into the skin exposed by my shirt. Somehow, his hips have settled between my thighs. I can feel him everywhere, all at once.

My fingers knot in his hair, my Omega taking the lead. She wants this, wants him to give us this kind of attention. My thoughts are no longer coherent as his lips blaze a trail down my neck, nipping the skin at random and focusing on the skin over my scent gland again. A whine leaves me, my hands closing around the back of his t-shirt. He sucks harshly at the skin. His scent continues to deepen, pushing me into an abyss.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, pretty girl,” The hand on my stomach slowly moves upward, causing my breath to catch. His finger tips ghost across one nipple, causing all my breath to leave me. My hips lift in response to his fingers closing around my nipple. This time, I moan. Despite all the sexual situations I’ve been in, I’ve never felt like this. It never left me feeling like begging, like I’ve wanted to be here forever. There’s a ripping sound and then my t-shirt is gone. I can feel him pressing against me through his sweat pants and it’s driving me crazy.

Cold metal causes me to jump as he begins to suck harshly at my nipple, stealing more moans from me. He shoves my shorts and underwear down, his hips leaving mine to do so. It feels odd behind naked in front of Jungkook. It kind of makes me shy. As if sensing my thoughts, his hands press mine into the mattress, holding them in one hand over my head. He switches sides frequently, seemingly wanting to leave as many marks as possible.

“Be a good girl and leave your hands where they are. I don’t want to have to handcuff you,” His voice is rough, sending shivers down my spine. Then his fingers are trailing down my stomach. His fingers press into my wetness and, for the first time, he groans,” Such a good girl.”

His fingers glide over my clit, causing a strangled moan to leave me. He leaves marks on my stomach as he makes his way down, his head now between my legs. His finger slides into me easily and the sound is nearly overwhelming. He sucks harshly on my clit as his finger moves in and out of me quickly. It takes all of my will power to keep my hands still, my Omega determined not to disappoint my Beta. Another finger enters me, stealing my breath. I can feel the knot growing in my stomach as he massages my clit with his tongue.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” He pulls his fingers out and I whine. He slowly puts them in his mouth, a loud moan leaving him. It’s only then that I realize that he lost his pants and underwear at some point.

His lips consume mine again as his tip slides along my slit, causing my thighs to tense. Then he’s inside me. One hand closes around one of my breasts as the other presses into the mattress, his hips fucking me into the mattress. All I can do is moan as my hands cling to the bar of the headboard. It’s the only thing keeping me grounded. It’s getting tighter and tighter, so close to snapping.

His teeth dig into my shoulder for a moment and then he’s soothing the pain with his tongue. I hardly notice it. Everything is drowned out by how good he makes me feel. His pace picks up faster and faster as he pushes me to the edge. His hips begin to stutter, seemingly also close to his breaking point.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl, so close,” He chants it over and over again, unable to stop himself. Then, his knot is in me. I’ve never been knotted before, since it only happens with your mates. As he fills me, it sends me careening over the edge.

“Ah, Jungkook,” I can’t control the words that leave me. All I can do is pant as he continues to fill me.

“You did so good, baby. So, so good. Took me so good,” He seems to be in his Beta space as he praises me. Then the door is opening. Jungkook’s quickly grabs a blanket and covers us.

“Jungkook!” I hide my face in his shoulder. The voice belongs to Yoongi,” We were supposed to wait before doing anything like this. Let her initiate.”

“But-“ Jungkook tries to speak but is swiftly cut off.

“He’s right, Jungkook. You know better,” Namjoon speaks this time. I didn’t even realize he was there, since my back is to the door.

“It’s okay,” My voice is softer than I intended. Everyone seems to freeze.

“What was that, Kitten?” Shiver go through me at the nickname but I suppress them. Especially since Jungkook is still inside me.

“I don’t mind. I-It’s different with you guys. I don’t mind,” My voice is a little louder, though quieted some by being hidden in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“But the difference is that we want you to want to do it, not to just do it because we want to,” Yoongi’s voice is soft and his fingers comb through my hair.

“I want to,” I’m surprised by how fast the words leave me,” I want to feel like a good mate.”

“Does that mean we can go again?” I can feel Jungkook grin,” But seriously, can you wait until we’re dressed to have this conversations. We’re still….. connected?”

I glance up to see Yoongi standing at the edge of the bed. His eyes are closed and his breath leaves him harshly at Jungkook’s words. Both of the Alphas leave after agreeing that we would have a meeting in the living room once we were finished. It takes a while for the knot to go down, fluid dripping out of me when it does. I blush brightly. One quick shower later, everyone is gathered in the living room.

“Now, Princess, we don’t want to push you. We were supposed to wait until you were more comfortable to have this conversation but someone,” Namjoon gives Jungkook a pointed look,” got impatient. So, I want to leave you the floor to have your own say in this conversation.”

“I really don’t mind being with you guys in…. That way. That was the first time I’ve ever felt….” I blush, hiding my face in my hands. This whole conversation makes me shy,” Good doing that. Like someone actually cared about me in that situation. I want to feel like I’m an actual mate so, don’t shut me out of that stuff please. I already feel useless enough.”

“You’re not useless, Kitten,” Yoongi kneels in front of me, cupping my face,” You’re such a good mate.”

“But I-“ My words are quickly cut off by a soft finger against my lips.

“We can get very focused and single minded in our work. You created with Tae, you worked out with Jungkook, you did gardening with Namjoon. You’re encouraging us, even if you don’t notice. We open up to you, even without meaning to. Don’t doubt yourself,” Yoongi presses the smallest, gentlest kiss to my lips.

“Honestly, I don’t think any of us should be surprised that Jungkook acted first,” Jimin shrugs, seemingly on the verge of laughter,” He is a literally bunny and we all know that saying.”

“We all know he has little to no self control,” Taehyung adds, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

“Complaining?” Jungkook’s tone is both teasing and challenging as he makes direct eye contact with Taehyung. Tae’s face flushes a little and he looks away, clearing his throat,” That’s what I thought.”

“There’s no way Jungkook is staying with the baby tonight. I’ll riot. He’s spent way more time with her than I have,” Jimin’s tone is whiny this time.

“Trying to steal my spot?” Yoongi’s expression is amused.

“You get to stay with her all the time. It’s no fair,” Taehyung has adopted the same whiny tone as Jimin. He turns his attention to me,” Please, please, please, can Jimin and I stay with you tonight?”

“Pleaseeeeeee,” Jimin pouts and cups his chin in his hands, acting cute.

“Of course,” I can’t help but smile. They cheer obnoxiously loudly and jump out of their seats, dancing around in excitement. In a feat of speed I wasn’t prepared for, Jimin scoops me up from the couch and dashes up the stairs, Tae on his heels.

“Hey, I didn’t even get my cuddles,” Jungkook’s pout is the last thing I see before they’ve turned the corner and then we’re in my room. I eye them curiously as Tae locks the door and Jimin sets me gently on my bed.

“It’s not even bed time yet, guys. We haven’t even had dinner yet,” I can’t help but laugh at their seeming eagerness.

“Oh, we know. But, we haven’t gotten to spend any time with you lately,” Jimin pouts,” So we wanted to spend some time with you before dinner.”

“That’s okay, right?” Tae crawls up on to the bed with us,” We’ve missed you.”

“Plus, some of the other guys have gotten to kiss you and we haven’t. I think that’s just not fair,” Jimin’s feline like expression sends shivers down my spine.

“That’s okay, right? We are mates, after all,” Taehyung’s voice goes impossibly deeper as his face nears mine.

His lips envelop mine, both needy and gentle. Hands close around my waist, I’m not sure whose, and pull me closer. Taehyung pulls back and I barely have time to catch my breath before Jimin’s lips are on mine. His lips are much plusher than Taehyung’s, soft and intense, like he has a question and my lips have all the answers.

Jimin’s lips continue to attack mine as he deepens the kiss. I don’t know when our positions adjusted but Jimin’s hands close around my waist, pressing me back against Taehyung’s chest. A whine leaves my throat as Tae’s lips trail down the side of my neck. I can’t think. Their actions and presence just seems to overwhelm me. They’re everywhere. Jimin’s hand begins to trail up the t-shirt I’m wearing, which still smells like Jungkook. Taehyung’s hands rest on my hips, squeezing them as he adds to the mural of marks that decorate my neck. A sharp knock at the door interrupts us. Jimin pulls away and I look toward the door hazily, trying to regain my breath.

“It’s time for dinner,” Hoseok’s voice is as chirpy as usual. Jimin presses one more kiss to my lips before hoping up.

“We’re coming!” Jimin’s says in a singsong tone. He turns to help me up, Tae following behind us. Before we enter the dining area, Tae turns me to him and presses another long kiss to my lips, stealing my breath.

“Come on, everyone is waiting on us,” His smile is cheeky and he pulls me into the dining room. Dinner goes by easily, Yoongi and Jin seeming to watch every bite I take to make sure I eat. My full stomach makes me sleepy as I wait for Jimin and Taehyung to finish eating. I lean my head on Tae’s shoulder and my eyes close before I even realize it. Falling asleep so quickly that I didn’t notice it.

Hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for reading!

[twentydaysofdrabbles]

The Concierge Receives News (Part 48)

Days pass. Nothing seems different from usual.

Perhaps except for the silence from the skeleton brothers and any monsters that you know of. And from the monsters in general. At any other time, this would hardly be of note, but considering recent events...it has you on edge.

But even then, it is a secondary concern. Your entire focus is narrowed on fortifying the Hotel as subtly and as quietly as possible. On monitoring the mess in New York, training and arming your staff. Preparing for the worst.

At least, until you get a text message from a number you vaguely recognise.

'grillby's tonight?'

You blink slowly at the message, then at your watch. Your shift technically ends at eight, but it's not as if you don't have anything to do in the evening. Your work doesn't end just because your shift does. Still...it would be a good opportunity to see if you can glean anything from Grillby or his clientele. Or from your not-so-mysterious texter himself.

You pick up the receiver to call the Manager, and she picks up on the first ring. "Good afternoon, ma'am...no, nothing to report. I simply request to retire early this evening."

A little curious murmur, but one of agreeance nonetheless.

"My thanks. Should you require me, I will be available by telephone."

The Hotel will be able to take care of itself in the intervening hours; after all, the Manager is still in attendance.

For the first time in a very long while, you find yourself restless. Impatient for the end of the day. And at last, it arrives, and it sees you bundled into a smart black coat atop of a fresh change of clothes - a well-tailored suit - and an umbrella hooked into your elbow. Just in case it rains as forecasted.

The route to Grillby's is not quite familiar, but you know the streets well enough to find your way there without difficulty. As before, the windows are tinted to maintain the privacy of its customers, though from what you can tell, it's not exactly packed.

Your reflection faces you as you reach out to open the door. Slight bags under your eyes, slightly dry skin, dead gaze. Not your most flattering, but it's not anything you care too much about at this point in time.

The door pushes open quietly, but even then it garners the attention of everyone in the bar. The group of white-furred dog monsters in the corner booth, the bunny monster in another, a few bird-like monsters at the bar, and what looks like a plant-like monster all turn to look at you.

The proprietor himself wanders out from behind a corner, his purple flames heralding his presence. "Well now," he croons, coming to stand behind his bar, looking at you over his stylish sunglasses. "Look who's back."

You nod, eyes roving over his customers. Looking for one person in particular.

"Here for a drink?" Grillby braces his hands on the bar and leers at you. "I knew you couldn't resist~"

Everyone's eyes are on you. The back of your head tingles, the hair on the nape of your neck stands. You've never enjoyed being the centre of attention, more so when you're not in friendly territory.

Then, a baritone voice growls out from behind you. "they're with me, fellas. keep yer eyes ta yerself."

The door had opened and closed behind you in the span of time it took for that sentence to run its course. And a heavy but gentle hand lands on your shoulder.

Sans.

You turn enough to look at him out of the corner of your eye, your dead gaze warming. "Mister Sans. Good evening."

"Sweetheart," he purrs, crimson eye lights drifting to you. "Fancy seeing you here." As if he wasn't the one who invited you out. Sans grins and leans close, rumbling into your ear, "Boss sends his apologies. He'd be here if he could, but, ah, Family business is keepin' him away."

You dip your head, ignoring the slight pang in your chest from Papyrus' absence. "A pity. I was looking forward to Mister Papyrus'...boisterous company again."

Sans' grin widens but he doesn't comment. He waves at Grillby and the others and leads you to the same booth as before. And as before, you climb in first, your umbrella by your side, and Sans slides in after you. Like this, his sheer bulk shields you from the rest of the room, but allows you to have a good view from where you sit.

Lacing your fingers in your lap, you look at him out of the corner of your eye. "Is this just an invitation for dinner, Mister Sans, or something more?" As tired as you are, you're not overly keen on beating around the bush today.

Sans smiles at you and gives you a menu. "Both, sweetheart. Order somethin', it's on me." But the strained edge of his smile makes you curious. Still, you play along.

When Grillby comes by, you place an order for something simple, and light. Finger food that won't weigh you down, along with the non-alcoholic drink you liked before. Sans, meanwhile, gets a basket of fries and a whiskey.

When at last you are left to wait for your food, you just put your hands in your lap and turn your head enough to look at Sans, but not face him full-on. To really look at him this time.

His skull looks shinier than usual as if he had been sweating bullets just before he came in and wiped it away messily. The shadows under his sockets are a little deeper than you remember them being, making the darkness of his eye sockets look bigger. His broad shoulders are slumped, which while not entirely unusual for Sans, makes him look far more tired than normal.

You look past him and note the way that everyone seems to avoid looking at Sans or in his general direction. Skittish, is the word you would use. Like they knew he was angry about something and did not want to be the one to set him off.

Your food comes soon enough, but neither of you dives into it. While you reach for your drink to take a sip, Sans pulls a cigar out of his jacket and lights it with his thumb over an ashtray that Grillby drops on the table for him.

As if he just remembered you were there, he stops and flicks his hand to dispel the flame that hovered over his thumb. "sorry, sweetheart. do ya mind if i..."

"I don't mind," you answer, taking a sip of your drink. The cigars that the monsters smoked not only contain no nicotine but are magical vapours rather than water vapour or any other kind that comes from chemicals. This made for a healthy experience for any human - it did not affect their physical bodies - but also didn't result in suffering from second-hand smoke.

Sans smiles at you and takes a long, deep drag, which he then exhales in a long stream of cherry wood-flavoured smoke.

Patiently, you wait. Sipping and picking at your food, enjoying the way that it fizzles out after you swallow, wondering how your belly still feels empty even if your brain tells you that you have just eaten something. Curious.

"ya want the good news or the bad news first?" Sans finally breaks the silence, his body angled towards you, cigar dangling from dexterous phalanxes.

You pause mid-sip. Think. Then swallow and put down your drink so you can turn to him as well. "How about the good news, Sans?"

The skeleton monster seems to light up a little when you drop the honorific, but he doesn't keep you waiting. "boss wants in."

...What?

You look at him quizzically.

Sans gets the silent question and smirks, leaning in to edge into your personal space. His mouth hovers by your ear, soft cherry smoke-scented breaths feathering over your sensitive skin. "see, boss caught us that night, really liked what he saw. but ya already knew that, sweets. i had a chat with him coupl'a times now, right, and he kinda sorta wants that for himself too. but ya know i'm a greedy monster; i ain't givin' up on ya. so...compromise. i don't mind sharin' with my bro."

That is...a lot to take in.

You lean back enough to look him in the eye socket. Really look at him.

You knew that Papyrus had some level of interest; after all, you had fun flustering him that day in the Lounge - he's just so easy to embarrass. He wouldn't have indulged you if he didn't want to. He would have left. That he had allowed you to do so, then communicated with his brother about this afterwards...

"And what of Papyrus?" You drop the honorifics for him as well. "Does he mind sharing with you?"

Sans rumbles, his smile widening with pleasure. As if he is glad that you asked that question. "yeah. took him a while cuz he tends ta think himself in circles, but he eventually made it back and decided he didn't mind sharin' either. ain't uncommon amongst us monsterfolk, y'know?"

You nod in response.

That much you did know. Some monsters tended towards polygamy and polyamorous relationships, like the bunny family. Some preferred monogamous relationships, like the Dreemurs prior to their separation. In any case, it was far more common and socially accepted among monsters than among humans.

Sans smiles wider and scoots close, pressing his thigh up against yours. "so..."

So...? You repress a smile, reaching for another bite from your plate. Waiting for him to finish his sentence. "Hmm?"

The skeleton monster twitches. Presses closer with a grin on his face. "so...whaddya think?"

"About?" you ask evenly, though the corners of your mouth tip upwards.

"about a closed triad with me and boss," he says without an ounce of shame.

You think about it for a moment. You did find both of them attractive physically.

Sans is broad and warm and soft, his mannerisms charming and rakish all at once, the way he kisses your hands and looks at you like he's admiring something dangerous is utterly thrilling. He's terrifyingly intelligent, able to read you like a book despite your lack of expressions and dead gaze.

Papyrus is tall and sharp and intense, his permanent scowl hiding the soft heart he protected fiercely, the way he blushes and stutters and is so easily embarrassed makes you want to do it more. Whip-smart and adaptable, he picks up things and skills with such swiftness it is hard to believe he's never done that thing before.

Both of them have been nothing but considerate and courteous towards you. Well, now at least; you remember them trying their luck and testing you at the very beginning. But now...now, you're not going to deny that you feel a huge pull towards them, and not just because they've been able to draw emotions and expressions and reactions out of you in a way that only the Manager has done so far.

Yes, you are interested. But you have not lived this long without being cautious in all things.

"Could I have some time to think?" you ask softly, looking right into his eye lights. "And have a discussion between us three?"

Sans softens and smiles at you gently, reaching out with his free hand to touch the folded hands in your lap. "yeah, o' course. whenever yer ready, me and boss'll be here."

Kind and considerate as always. It's hard to reconcile the cold-blooded killer and Judge with this man at times.

But for now...

"Perhaps the bad news now, then?"

A cavernous sigh, then Sans taps his cigar out on the ashtray, still holding onto your hands. He scans the room and its occupants who all still avert their gaze, then towards the back door. "in the back room, sweetheart. not a conversation i wanna have out here."

Fair enough.

You both stand with your drinks and he leads you to a private back room that Grillby unlocks for you. It's simply decorated in the same way as the main bar - dark but elegant, with plush sofas and a minibar and a low table. The door closes behind you with a soft click, sealing you both in a sound-proof room.

"asgore's missing," Sans says without preamble, stuffing the cigar between his teeth and placing his drink on the table so he can stuff his hands into his pockets.

At your look, he shakes his head. "not because he went to go meet with the marquis."

That's right, he still has a day more. Then...

"tori met with asgore. offered ta take the crown from him and, well, he weren't happy 'bout that." Sans wipes a hand over his skull and looks at the light sheen of sweat he catches on it.

Oh...is this...is this going where you think it is?

"there was a fight and...uh...let's just say we're all lucky ta get away alive."

You look over Sans with a discerning eye - he didn't look like he had been in a fight, but you know that Sans can be hard to hit when he wants to be.

"kiddo lost their shit." Frisk. "tried ta kill asgore too but undyne got in the way. heh, fer someone that ain't dusted a monster before, the kid got real close."

Does Sans not know? Though you suppose it's not something that Frisk would want to advertise. You nod at him to indicate you're still listening. But... "Something else happened."

"yeah," Sans sighs and collapses onto the sofa, taking a drag from his cigar and exhaling smoke from his nose like a dragon. "alphys got asgore and undyne out of there with a teleportation spell, but tori snagged his crown before that. looks like she...uh..."

Just usurped the throne.

Goodness.

"Oh." Is all you can say.

"yeah." Sans drops his head into his hands. "she wants ta petition the Manager ta declare 'im excommunicado."

At that, you have to think. In the eyes of the Hotel, Asgore has done no wrong. It wouldn't be within the Manager's power to declare him excommunicado like the now-Queen wants.

But before you can say any of that, your phone vibrates in your pocket. You did say you would remain contactable. "Ah, my apologies, Sans," you fish the phone out and incline your head. "Just a moment."

He waves at you and continues to puff at his cigar. "yer alright, sweetheart."

Nodding, you turn around and put the phone to your ear. The other person on the line speaks quietly - it's not the Manager, but an informant. That doesn't bode well. They deliver a brief. A brief that causes you to lose your grip on the phone, dropping it with a clatter on the ground.

"sweetheart!" Sans rockets to his feet and comes over. He picks up your phone and offers it to you, the caller having hung up. "what happened?"

"The Elder is dead," you say vacantly, your wide eyes staring through Sans. "And the New York Continental has fallen."

"oh, fuck."

Oh fuck indeed.

[fatherbearfreddy]

(ignore how freaking late this is I meant to write this in the morning but I had church. If you aren't interested in Vanessa and Glitchtrap you don't need to read it, yes this is shipping them, no I will not apologize.)

“Hey, Van? You should probably get up.” Yune tapped her leg. 

Vanessa Raglan looked up at her, bleary eyed. For a second her pupils looked to be different sizes, but it was gone in less than a second. Yawning, she rolled over. She’d somehow fallen asleep with her back on the floor and her legs in the air like someone had thrown her across the room. “Oh…dang am I in trouble? Sorry.” 

Yune shrugged. “You looked like a cartoon character down there. But no, I fell asleep too.” She bumped Vanessa’s arm. “Dang Van I didn’t know you had it in you. I’ve never seen you so happy in my life.” She helped up the drowsy security guard. “Really, where have you been hiding that party animal? You should bring her out more, it’s a nice change from Miss don’t touch my laptop.” 

I’m not that grumpy am I? Answer later, when she can’t hear us.

“Haha! I hope we don’t get in hot water with the boss.” Glitchy tilted their head and shrugged. “What can I say? It’s a different side to me, maybe you’ll see her again soon.” 

“I love the purple and green ribbons, I didn’t take you for a dress up type of woman. They look great.” 

“Aw, you’re too kind! I love your dress.” 

She’s…actually not so bad, maybe we can get to know her better? She seems to like you. 

Yune smiled. “Well some kind of bug in the system sent the entire camera system in this part of the building out, so nobody who fell asleep will be in trouble unless someone talks. I know you won’t, you don’t talk to people very much anyways. Or… maybe you do? Seriously, did you get drunk before you showed up? I’ve never seen you even talk to Chica, let alone help her lead a full game of following the leader.” 

You didn’t let us eat the pudding >:( 

“You’re allergic to it, and did you just emoticon in our head?” Glitchy whispered before winking to Yune. “Sorry, sorry! I’m a little tired, you understand right?” He shrugged. “Chica’s not so bad, I love watching her dance around.” 

“More like watching you dance around! You got some moves Van! You should really go out with us more, I think you’d like it.” Yune winked back and handed Glitchy a small piece of paper. “Or maybe go out with me? Either way, here's my number so we can keep in touch. I’ll let you know if I see any bunny stuff, heard you muttering about it before you disappeared. You need fabric right? I’m sure I can find some nice stuff if I ask around. Well, I need to freshen up so people don’t realize I slept in these clothes.” She ran off, calling. “See you later!” 

Glitchy waved goodbye sweetly and leaned back on the wall. “You’re allergic to pudding Van and we wanted to have fun right?” 

Right. It looked so good, and we haven’t been able to afford candy in weeks because of those new parts. I’m going through sugar withdrawals! Why would you get us hooked on all that crap and then cut it off? 

Glitchy ignored her question. “Want to keep her number, Bunny? She might be a good ally for this. She’s not too smart, so I doubt she’d be any trouble.” 

She’s not dumb. You’re too judgemental, but…sure why not. I don’t think it would work out with us though, since I already have you.

“Could I have her?” 

What about me? Vanessa’s voice echoed through them, sending a cold shiver through their spine. We just had a good night and…

“Darling, I’m joking.” The chill flowed out of them. “Besides, I’m not really one for people I can’t know as intimately as I know you.” Glitchy spun around in Vanessa’s body and took a bow. “You gave me your body for the night, and that deserves a reward.” He was always a little amazed at just how different he sounded using her voice. How different her voice sounded when he used it if he wasn’t imitating her. 

A reward? Are we finally going to have that pudding? Why did she act so childish when she wasn’t in control? Well, it made things much easier, and he could always make her stop. It was barely even forcing since they got along so well! It was nice to have someone who listened to him for a change. 

“No~ No pudding Bunny. You need to get that off the mind. This is my body too, and we aren’t going to aggravate your medical conditions.” Glitchy trailed a finger along the wall as he walked, still enjoying the sensation of unrestricted movements. It was so good to be free of that metal suit. To be free of his old self, that crusty little man. Glitchy had much bigger plans than a little kiddy killing in a family restaurant. The internet, and the world of technology had sped ahead of him so beautifully, and now he could go from place to place with a new face. He could jump from computer to computer and touch anything he wanted. 

This place felt more like home than anything he’d had in some time. “No, I have something better. How about you take the day off and drift around in that nice little space I made for you? I’ll handle life for you, and you can just relax…and fade away for a little while. How does that sound, Bunny?” 

…Fuck I was hoping you’d offer that. It’s exhausting trying to be a security guard all the time. Oh, and you actually have really good taste in clothes for a weird rabbit mascot. 

He laughed quietly, pulling their hair forwards to look over his handiwork. “I learned a thing or two living online. Besides, you like the weird rabbit mascot. You didn’t really join me just because I’m so charming, did you?” 

Stop using my mouth to puff yourself up and send me drifting already. I joined you because…I…I’m not really sure anymore…It’s fuzzy. But it wasn’t your looks I can tell you that. 

“Go on, admit it. You liked that I was always there when you were play testing, watching over you, pausing those awful scares so you wouldn’t fall on your ass screaming…Should I go on?” 

Vanessa sighed and mentally shook her head. Just…Please, I want to rest. 

“Alright. Don’t worry about how far away you go, I’m never letting go of you. You understand that Bunny, that’s why it’s so easy to close those eyes and let any of the world you can see disappear and our special little place fade back in.” 

…What did I used to do before you came along? It’s…never…mind…

“That doesn’t matter Darling, what does is now that I’m here, I can take care of everything. You just follow me through the steps. Goodnight.” 

Vanessa was already gone, and Glitchy had an entire day to live as a human without her eyes. Time to make some more connections, he never knew who might be a hidden gem in his plans. Plus, it was always good to spend some time with these new shimmering forms their old characters had become. New, just like him. Chica was his main target, but Roxy had proven to have some cracks he could pull wide open if Chica didn’t work out. She would, eventually. Everything came to him if he was patient, even if it took longer than he’d expected. 

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Creepypasta OC thingy

My little stories are taking up too much space so I’ve decided to put them here :). Set with the creepypasta but a little bit different? Idk

Warnings: Angst? :’) and some gore (not a lot?? Idk) and some fluff at the end :3

Ocs name if Fall and they’re a Worker/Proxy under The Boss (not Slenderman) and they were forced to take care of two demon kids. Ik it’s weird but we’re gonna roll with it

Questions 

The moment they dragged their body through the door Helen was walking out and Miracle bomb bardes them with questions.

“Why is there blood all over you?” I sit down on the couch.

“What’s in the bag?” As I drop the bag holding necessities: my weapons, first aid, map, files, money, etc. 

“What did you do?” As I peel off my boots caked in blood and mud.

“Did you have a good day?” When I pull off my layers leaving me only in a t-shirt and my pants.

“Was there a bunny where you went?” As I stand back up and slowly wake to the hamper in the hallway. Lately he’s been obsessed with rabbits. I told him I would try to look for one though I didn’t see any, I was too sidetracked. I toss the clothes in. 

He follows me all the way to Misery’s room where I check up on her and she’s fast asleep. I close the door before walking to his room.

“Why are you quiet?” I pull the covers down and motion for him to get in bed. 

“Did you not see a bunny?” 

I cover him up and wipe the blankets down. “No I didn’t. Sorry.” I mumble dragging myself to the bathroom. 

His questions grounded me somewhat, unfortunately that’s not the only the questions do. They make me sick, make me remember. 

It hurts. 

I pull off my pants and socks and throw them in the hall and shut the door. 

It burns. 

I rip off my mask and stare for a moment, leaning on the sink and getting more agitated by the second. 

It itches. 

It was silent in the small room besides their heavy breathing. They turn around to get a towel. A shower will be good, give them some time to calm down. It itches so fucking bad.

A hot shower will do. 

As they clean themselves off they start humming, trying to keep thoughts away but they always kept coming back.

After a while they finally get out, dry off and change. They feel grateful everyone’s asleep, they can walk around freely. The stumble to the kitchen in a tank top and shorts, mask had been tossed in their bedroom.

They pull out a cup and put chocolate milk in it, Miracle would have a fit but they need something for their medicine. The swallow the pills and make a noise of disgust. 

The dogs don’t acknowledge their owner shuffling back to their room. They take a drink and set it down before getting into bed. 

It still itches. Everything itches but they don’t scratch. They heard it’s bad for the scars to do that but they might stop caring soon. 

They try to sleep but the memories keep creeping up on them. Tossing and turning didn’t help their aching body. 

Being dragged into The Punishment Room kicking and screaming. 

Spitting blood at her feet resulting in another stab to the side soon afterward along with much worse. They just wished she didn’t turn the knife while still being inside their body. Or kept the wax on for as long as she did. They squeeze their eyes and try to ignore it, it’s like they could still feel it. 

*****1st POV*****

 “Did that hurt?” The Boss asked. 

My hands were bound behind me and my legs in front of me were bound too. My sides and upper thighs throbbed, the blood pouring from them didn’t help either. Why could I feel the liquid coming out? 

“Are you ready to be done?” She asked with a sickeningly sweet tone and smile. Bitch.

All this because I stabbed some sexist pig? 

“Did you learn your lesson?” 

What about the piece of shit?

There was still some blood in my mouth from the fight so I leaned forward, gritting my teeth, and I spat at her feet.

I glared up at her leaning back against the blood stained wall and she glared right back at me. 

She turned back to her tool desk, fuck. Probably should’ve not done that. “We aren’t done are we?” The knife she picked seemed more jaggy than the last and what’s that? Is.. that.. a candle? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

I woke up in a cold sweat, out of breath, and flung myself off the bed. The scars, particularly the same ones from my nightmare, itches. The cuts burn and the burns throb, they both itch. 

It takes me a moment to catch my breath. I rub my hands up and down my face cringing at the texture. 

I need more medicine. A knock gets me out of my mind and I instantly scramble to get my mask.

“Fall?” A small, quiet voice mumbles. Miracle. “You okay?” 

I take a deep breath shaking my head and chuckling. He either didn’t hear the house shake due to my flaying around or didn’t care. Despite having a demon in his brain, he’s very thoughtful and maybe a bit too naive. 

I get up and open the door. He steps back a little and rubs his eyes. “Yeah I’m okay.” I tell him in a raspy voice to which I cough to try and clear my dry throat. I open my arms to see what he wants and he lifts his arms up. I bend down to pick him up and carry him back to bed.

He gives me a squeeze before letting go and snuggling into his pillow. I feel like I owe him something… I tuck a hair behind his ear, “How about we go look for some rabbits tomorrow?” He sleepily corrects me, “Bunnies Mapa. Bunnies.” I pat his head and go to the hallway to start cleaning.