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Silent Love: Ch. 7 - "A Lovely Night."

⊹ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ Chapter Seven

Previous Chapter: "Forgiveness?"

Chapter One: New Roommate(s)

Master-List: Here!

.・゜゜・｡･ﾟﾟ･ ╰┈➤ Sukuna x Reader

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Sypnosis:

When moving out of your dorm and leaving your eccentric roommate goes to shit, you're offered by one of her friends to move in with him... for free! That is, if you don't mind living with two completely opposite college boys.

However, life isn't that easy, and there's a hot asshole around the corner to piss you off. Especially when he's always up late at night when you're studying, purposely trying to get on your nerves in the most perverse way possible.

You hate him.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Genre:

College/Modern World AU. Multiple parts.

Shameless Smut, Thin Walls, Mildly Dubious Consent, Roommates Fluff and Crack, Slice of Life, Kinda Slow Burn, Oral Sex Vaginal Sex, Slight Age Difference, Degradation Fake/Pretend Relationship, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Enemies to Lovers, Spit Kink, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

⁎̩͙ ⁑̩͙̩͙ ⁂̩̩͙͙ Word Count: 34,014

THIS IS PART TWO

HERE'S PART ONE!

You wince, the flash light of the phone blinding you for a second, before looking to the side. “Oh my god, you’re going to get us caught!” You whisper shout, panic evident on your face. “This is totally how people get murdered in movies.”

“Sure.”

You narrow your eyes at Sukuna, eyes trained on the camera. “I can’t believe you’re into this kinda’ things. You’re so gross.”

“Don’t lie to me. You know you love this shit, too.” Sukuna groans when you run your tongue over the head of his cock, his eyes flutter. “Fuck, just like that baby, just fuckin’ like that.”

Sukuna lowers his free hand to cup your chin, running his thumb softly over your pouty bottom lip. “Open.” He hums, sliding his thumb into your soft and warm mouth. He can feel your tongue slide around his digit, softly sucking on it. Sukuna softly groans, before he presses down, forcing your mouth open.

He slowly laughs, “Ahh.” He cooed at you, watching as you stick out his tongue and mimic his noises. Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, everything about you is perfect. Even your subtle red lip gloss smeared on his thumb.

You look into the camera, your pupils shrinking from the light as you lean down to place the head of his cock on your tongue. The gloss of your lipgloss transferring to his skin, you place a kiss on it, smiling at him. You bat your eyelashes at him, “Am I doing good?”

Sukuna cups your cheek, running his thumb over your skin. “Doin’ such a good job, baby, keep sukin’ pretty girl.” He slowly trails his hand to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer.

His words have your mind malfunctioning, they make you change. The logical and self respecting slipping into something more giving, and wanting. You just want to make him feel good. You want to hear him say more, you want to hear him… groan in pleasure. You;re horny over the thought of seeing Sukuna crumble in pleasure you’re giving him.

You thickly swallow, nodding your head meekly. Tilting your head to the side and kissing the underside of his head, your tongue sliding down to the base of his cock. Practically making out with his dick before grabbing it with your hands.

You wrap your fingers around the head, moving it up and down his girth. You can’t help but notice that the tips of your fingers don’t even touch from how thick he is, your nails are the only thing that connect your hands together. You look up to see your moving up and down the head of his cock. Sukuna notices, and smiles to himself, his much larger hand wrapping around yours, moving it up and down his sensitive head. “Fuck yes, love this shit. Juust like that.”

Sukuna doesn’t know why, but seeing you jerk him off through his camera with the fresh set of nails he bought you, along with glinting jewelry adorning your body, has his chest swelling with pride. It’s almost like you’re wearing something that shows you’re his. Solely his. Fuck, you’re his.

“C’mon baby, take it in your mouth.” He whispers, catching the way your sparkly eye moves up and looks at him with a puppy-like expression. “You can do it, right? You can do that for me?” His expression isn’t like anything you’ve seen before, red and… desperate. “Right? Please, please do that for me.”

You feel your cunt throb, your underwear sticking to your pussy. You nod, almost drunk on his words. “Mhm, I’ll do that, I want to do that… for you.” You wonder if this is how being on drugs feels like, intoxicating and longing.

You close your eyes and wrap your lips around the head, slowly pushing yourself forward and taking him deeper into your mouth. He’s so thick, long, and throbbing in your mouth. Is it even possible to take him all the way?

You feel embarrassed struggling to take him in your mouth, you’ve been wanting to do this for so long, and now you can’t even do it correctly. What if Sukuna doesn’t like it?

You whimper, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear while swirling your tongue around his girth. You hear Sukuna groan above you, softly whispering, “Yeah, fuck, just like that.” His hand goes above your head, “Go deeper.” Your mouth is so warm, so hot, and inviting, as if it had been made to take his dick inside of it.

You pull off with a soft ‘pop!’ accompanying your actions. You glance at the camera, before looking at Sukuna, “I can’t, s’it too big, ‘Kuna.” You mumble, resting both your hands on his thighs, softly playing with the fabric of his pants.

You can see him smiling at you, “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” He ends the video and places his phone down. “Here, you have to relax your throat for me.” He watches as you take him inside your mouth again, fluttering your eyes closed. “Mhm, there you go.”

You thickly swallow, gripping onto his thighs. You can feel him going deeper into you, a soft moan vibrating against his dick. Sukuna groans, tilting his head back ever so slightly, “Yeah, fu-fuck, just like that.” He shakily exhales, “Let me all the way inside you.”

You love what his words do to you, making you mush your thighs together to receive some much needed friction on your clit. Pleading for attention, but your mind is already occupied with trying to make Sukuna feel good, much rather than yourself. You try to keep your composure, not let your lashes flutter or your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re doing this for Sukuna, you want to make Sukuna feel good.

But, god, is it really hard to focus on that.

Especially when you’re thinking about how it would feel inside your cunt. Making you cry, and sob with pleasure, your eyebrows furrowed and mind empty with nothing but his dick. Pleasure swirling your body, cum spilling out of your pussy before he would fuck it back into you. Body twitching when he made you cum, again, and again.

You wonder if he can make you squirt again, making your thighs shake as you claw at his sheet. Drunk on the feeling of his cock ramming inside you and hitting that perfect little spot deep in you. Stupid and needy just for him. Would Sukuna like that? Knowing that you need him more than you’ve ever needed anyone before?

You thickly swallow, swirling your tongue around the head. Closing your eyes, and pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock. Sukuna softly groans, his dick twitching in your mouth. “Fuck yeah.” His hand moves to your hair, gathering it all together and holding it behind your head. “There you go, that should help you baby.”

Sukuna’s hips twitch forward with restraint every once and a while. He hates the pace you're going. A painful slow and tantalizing pace that makes him want to grab your head, and fuck your mouth like a toy. Fuck the slow shit, he likes the messy mind blinding pleasure. Where you don’t care about how you look, you don’t care for the mess you’re making, you’re just desperate to feel good.

But, he doesn’t. He wants to let you do your thing, let you get used to his massive size. It’s not going to be long until he finally uses his throat in a way he’s been dying to. That though alone has him groaning with pleasure. The idea of pushing your head up and down his cock, or holding your hair out of your face while he fucks your throat without any other goal, but to come deep inside of you.

“C’mon, you can go deeper.” Sukuna groans, “Wanna be inside your throat, was to feel you squeeze my dick.” He pushes his hips close to your mouth, adoring the way you slightly gag on him, “You can do that f’me, let me deep inside that cute little throat of yours.”

How could you say no to that? With the way he’s cooing gently at you, easing you slowly down his cock. His soft groans echo in your ears, because it feels so good. You want more, you want to hear more, you want more of Sukuna. You inhaled before closing your eyes, and pushing yourself closer to his abdomen. Stretching your mouth open to accommodate his size.

Why does his dick have to be so big? How is that fair for you? Especially knowing that this is your first time?

He grits his teeth, his grip on your hair tightening a small bit, “Fuck. You’re so good for me, taking me like this.” He could feel the back of your throat hit the head of his cock, and he tenses. Choking on a breath, as his hips jutting forward into your mouth. The worst part? You haven’t even taken all of him in your mouth. Fuck, it feels like he’s loosing his mind right now.

You close your eyes and push your head forward, feeling his dick fill your throat. A loud whine echoing through your room, your hands moving up and down what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Before you slowly move your head back, remove your mouth from his cock with a small ‘pop!’ Running your hand up and down his cock, rubbing the tip with the palm of your hand in circles. A deep groan leaving his lips. You sniff, taking a moment to try and catch your breath as you look at Sukuna.

You pass him a playful smile, definitely not suited for the situation as you lick the corner of your mouth, your pink tongue peaking out for a second. “Am I doing good?” Your voice is a bit hoarse, and it shocks you significantly more than it does Sukuna.

Sukuna laughs, nodding his head, “You know the answer to that.”

You clear your throat, pressing your lips together. You still have a bit of lip gloss left on your lips, “Even though it’s my first time?” Your hand is still moving up and down his dick, eyes trained on watching the obscene sight. It’s so nasty, and hot. You tilt your head to the side, pressing the flat of your tongue to the underside of his cock, taking a long lick up his dick.

Sukuna clenches his jaw, eyes fluttering as a soft moan leaves him. You couldn’t help, but giggle. “I don’t believe you.” Sukuna runs his fingers through your bangs, “Have you been lying to me?” His chest rises and falls with each deep breath that leaves him.

You rest your head on his thigh, eyes back on his cock. “‘Kuna, I’d never lie to you.” You open your lips again, sticking out your tongue and batting your eyelashes at Sukuna. Slowly pressing your tongue against him, taking him back into your mouth and moaning softly. The noise vibrates down his cock, making his thigh jump.

Sukuna’s nose wrinkles, “Shit, your tongue feels–feels amazing.” He sharply inhales, rolling his hips forward. Trying to get deeper in your mouth. You can’t help but let your eyes flutter, moaning with each stroke he takes into your mouth. Taking a good amount of him inside your mouth.

Your hands tighten around his thighs, eyebrows furrowing with discomfort. It feels good, but it’s a new foreign feeling, having something bully its way deep and deeper into your throat.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well Y/n.” He groans, cocking his head back, his throat on full display for you while his eyes flutter, rolling to the back of his head. “Fuh–fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop…” Sukuna rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into your throat. Cutting off your air.

Your eyes watered, pussy fluttering around nothing as you slowly moved back and forth. Feeling him inside in ways that should be disgusting, yet here you were enjoying it. You take a deep breath through your nose and hold it, relaxing your throat and pushing yourself forward. You can feel him slide all the way down your throat, the head bulging within you. Your sticky lips touch his abdomen, leaving a red mark of your lips on Sukuna’s skin.

Sukuna gasps, caught between pleasure and shock. “Sh-shit, are you…” His eyes roll into the back of his head when he feels your tongue squirm against his length, his hand moving to rest right behind your head and applying pressure. He doesn’t want you to move, he wants you here for a few more moments. His hips circling in your mouth.

Sukuna forces himself to look down, and he almost comes undone on the spot. Your glassy eyes looking at him with blown pupils, puppy-like and wanting to please. He can see an evident bulge in your throat, physically showing him how deep inside your throat he is. You try to swallow, which makes your throat constrict around him. A particular groan leaving him that made you clamp your legs together.

Your long lashes flutter, eyes ever so slightly rolling back. Fuck, this is amazing.

You don’t think you’re ever going to be able to admit it out loud to Sukuna, but you’re growing to love doing this. Maybe it’s how it makes you feel, or it’s entirely because of Sukuna, but it feels liberating. It feels good to give him pleasure, and for some reason it’s making you feel good, too.

Your panties are absolutely drenched.

You want him, you want to feel more, you want your tongue all over his bare skin, you’re dying to feel him against you. But, you also… really want to kiss him. You’re eager to please, desperate to kiss him. You want to feel his tongue against yours again, making yourself drunk off his taste and words so you can’t think of the stresses of college or life. Taste his flavor, scent, feeling, everything.

You just want to be good for him, you want him to say you’re doing good for him. You want to hear… praise. Because, deep down—the reason you’re so easy to be good, is because you're a good girl. Someone who loves to please, someone who loves the attention of a man. Someone who loves the attention of Sukuna. Maybe you're obsessed with him, but that’s okay. You bat your eyelashes at Sukuna, the eye contact between the two of you has you melting. Because, you know he’s equally obsessed with you.

Sukuna’s been dying to see you like this, on your knees looking up at him with your glossy eyes and sucking his cock. Legs clamped together, because of how much you were enjoying this. “To–Touch yourself.” He forces out, his lips parting in quick gasp, “Make yourself feel good, rub that sloppy pussy for me.” His eyes are half lidded, “I just know she’s all wet f’me.”

It’s so gross, so depraved, but you’re loving this. Feeling his dick deep in your throat. Knowing that the only thing Sukuna is looking at, craving for, is you. Watching with gratification as you struggle to take his thick dick in your tiny throat. The small moans, and whimpers that would vibrate against his length when you struggle to breathe. That isn’t enough, he needs more. He wants to see more of the bulge of your neck from his size, grab your neck to feel it beneath his palm.

You swallow around him for a final time, moving back and sucking in much needed air. You blink a few times, your eyes lazily opening and closing. “I think I like doing this.” You whisper, subtly suck on your bottom lip.

“This feels so good.”

Sukuna’s voice is deep when he says, “Yeah?” His hand runs down your head, cupping your cheek in a loving way. “You like sucking my dick?” He almost mocks you as he says, “Makes your pretty pussy feel good?” You hum out a response, nodding your head as you run your tongue over his lip, circling your pink muscles around it.

Watching the way Sukuna jolts forward for a moment, his hands meeting your hair with a scratchy groan. “Fu–fuck, I can’t wait anymore.” He slicks his hair back with his hand, running his fingers through his unruly strands. “I can’t–fuckin–do this anymore.”

You blink a few times, “Huh?”

Both his hands rest on your cheeks, rubbing them soothingly. It’s sweet, uncharacteristically sweet of Sukuna, it’s a bit unnerving. “Just relax your throat for me, lovely, I’m going to fuck it.” His hands move to your hair, pulling your face close to his dick. “Just open up, and say–”

“Ahh.” You say without thought, lashes fluttering closed.

Sukuna laughs darkly above you, “Yeah, just like that, such a good girl for me.” The tip of his dick taps against your tongue, before sliding into your mouth. Another soft groan, “You don’t have to do anything, you don’t even have to think. Just take this cock, baby.”

Sukuna’s hand went to the top of your head, grabbing your hair with much more force than before, and pulling you down his dick. Your eyes instantly widen, the tip hitting the back of your throat, before going deep inside your throat. You gag, your throat tightening around his cock making Sukuna jolt forward.

Sukuna thickly swallows, head lollying back without restraint from the sensation. His eyes meeting the top of his car roof, jolting nerves zapping all over his body. His roughness is a bit of a shock, but you… like it. You naturally look up, dolly eyes looking up to see Sukuna, unfortunately his head is tilted back.

His hips thrust his dick in and out of you, and your side your fingers to run the outside of your panties. Already damp with your slick as he uses your mouth like a toy. Fingers rubbing slow circles into your throbbing clit, already too sensitive to be touched so much.

Sukuna deeply exhales, lowering his head to look at you again. But, he’s quickly met with your glassy eyes, your hand down your panties and rubbing circles into your clit. He smirks, running his tongue over his teeth, “Fuck, yeah. You look so fuckin’ sexy.” Seeing you like this is everything, and more. He watches as fat tears slide down your cheeks, and it makes his head spin.

Sukuna really did want to be nice, he really, really did. But, how can he? Especially with the adorable way you're taking his cock down your throat, which tears running down your face. He narrows his eyes on you, it feels like too much, “Awh, is it too much for you?” He rolls his hips into you, eyes fluttering closed as he groans. “You can’t take my fat cock?”

You look up at Sukuna, his hands let go of your head for a moment, and take this chance to flutter your eyelashes at him while you move back and forth. Your glossy lips dragging over his length. You just want him to come, you just want to feel it slide down your throat.

“Shit, I’m going to–” Sukuna forces his eyes closed, gripping your head again. “Keep doin’ that, don’t stop, don’t you–please, don’t fucking stop, I’m…” You push your mouth down his cock again, taking him all the way in your mouth by yourself. Your nose softly pressing against his abdomen, tickling him, but cutting off any air from reaching your lungs. His abdomen tightens, before your name slips his lips in a whimper. “Please.”

It has you done for.

You softly gag, tightening around his cock as your eyelashes flutter closed. Tears falling down your stained cheeks, as you desperately try not to choke. You whimper, your fingers working fast circles into your clit as you finally come undone with Sukuna. Eyes rolling into the back of your head from the sensation of him coming down your throat.

You stay there for a moment, letting Sukuna ride out his high before his muscles relax. You finally push yourself off with a moan, tongue softly running over his head for the last time. Siliva decorating your plump lips, with a few strands breaking away from his dick.

You rest your head on his thigh, mushing your lips together before softly pulling them apart with a soft,‘pop!’ Your head feels fuzzy, almost as if you just came off an intense roller coaster, or if you were close to passing out. Eyes cloudy and still glossy, while your thighs are sticky and wet. Your clit is a bit overstimulated.

And still, after all of that, you want Sukuna more than anything. You push yourself off the ground, which is happily accepted by Sukuna’s opening arms for you into his lap. You naturally go in to kiss him, but hesitate. He probably wouldn’t want to do that right after–

“Why’d you hesitate.” Sukuna’s looking at you, his pupils are still blown wide.

You blink, “Do… what?”

“Don’t wanna’ kiss me?” He asks, almost as if he were offended.

You nod, “Of course I do.” You press a quick kiss to his lips, “I just thought you wouldn’t want to.”

Sukuna pinches your nose, “You get in your head too often.” Even with your nose pinched, you're still leaning in, pressing your lips against him. The kiss is messy, no care as your tongues are rolling against each other. Your already glossy lips are growing even more slippery and messy.

You pull away with a whimper, hips rolling into his. “Sukuna…” You whine, gripping his shirt between your digits. “I want you to fuck me.” You whimper, wiggling your hips into him, “Please, I want you to fuck me, I want it, I want you.” You babbling, your mind still clearly on a high from your pleasure.

Sukuna’s eyes are still half lidded, his hands landing on your lips. “You want me to fuck you?” He whispers, “You want me to make you feel good?” He kisses you again, and this kiss has more structure, like he’s trying to ground you.

You nod eagerly, “I need it.” Your lips are touching his as you whisper, “Please.” The words are so pretty on your tongue, longing and needy, “Please fuck me, ‘Kuna, I need you more than anything.”

Sukuna lets you kiss him, but forces himself to turn away, “I’m not fucking you…” He watches as your eyes pleadingly look at him, “Not… here.”

You tilt your eyes at him, “Why not?”

Sukuna furrows his eyes, “I’m not taking your virginity in the backseat of my car in a random parking lot.” He smiles, almost as if he were telling you common sense, “But, with the way you’re…” He looks down, watching as you roll your lips into his with desperation, “Fuck.” He shakes his head, you’re genuinely going to be the death of him. “You’re making it hard for me to say no.”

“Then, don’t say no.”

“Yes–no.” Sukuna kisses your forehead, but it’s clear he’s trying to distract himself, because he doesn’t come back down to look at your face. “I’m not fucking you here.”

You sigh, leaning your head back and resting it on the driver’s seat headrest, “You're killing me, ‘Kuna, I feel like I’m going to die.” You place your hand on your chest, “Actually, that’s a lie, you definitely killed me.”

“You’re goin’ to have to wait until we get home.” Sukuna feels his phone buzz, but before he can grab it, you lay down on the seat and pick it up yourself. Resting on your stomach while your thighs rest on his. Sukuna takes this chance to finally tuck himself back into his pants, grabbing your ankle. “You’re getting comfortable with my phone.”

“Yeah.” You kick your foot back and forth, your heels discarded somewhere in his car. Long gone, “It’s the blonde girl, again.”

“What did she say?”

You flip the screen to him, showing the text. “She’s asking why you left her on read.” You pull your skirt down your ass, feeling a bit exposed in his position. “What do you want me to say?”

Sukuna isn’t looking at the screen anymore, just letting his hands play with the frills of your dress, “Anything you want.” He shrugs, “I don’t care.” He sighs before pushing your legs off of him, exiting the car to go in the driver's seat.

You take this time to just hop over the center console, taking a seat in the passenger side while still looking at his phone, unsure of how to answer. Until a fun idea pops into your head. You hear Sukuna fixing his belt, but you quickly place your hand over his, “Wait, I have an idea.”

Sukuna tilts his head to the side, “Does this include me pulling out my dick again.” He has a smirk on his face.

You look to the side, pretending to think, “No.” You open up the photo application on messages, “But, it does include you and me in a picture.” You lean close to Sukuna, and kiss his cheek. “Just go along with it, and smile.”

“A picture? Then let me–”

“No.” You angle the phone up, putting a peace sign up with a kind smile. Your lips smeared with a bit of red, and your messy frizzy hair caught in the photo. Sukuna wasn’t entirely ready for the photo, his hair equally as messy and lips a bit shiny from your lip gloss. You snap the picture and send it to the girl. “There, hopefully that will scare her off.”

“Doubt it.” Sukuna watches as you connect his phone to his car, searching up a song and playing it. “If anything, you can just block her again.”

“That’s true.” You place the phone in the cup holder, your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly. “Watch, she’s going to pull the–finals are next week, please come study with me!” You scoff, clearly fuming over this girl. Sukuna thinks it’s cute, as much as it is amusing. “Whatever. It’s fine, I’ll block her later.” You click your seatbelt on, listening to the engine of his car roaring to life. “Besides, she makes me feel bad, I don’t want to feel pity right now.”

Sure, pity. Sukuna looks over his shoulder, pulling out of the parking spot, “Yeah?” He places his hand atop your head, “Forget about her.” And, if you can’t, Sukuna knows a sure fire way to do so. Actually, he knows a way to remove all thoughts from your head. “She’s getting you worked up.”

You pout slightly, silently agreeing with him and you look outside the window. You whisper something Sukuna can’t hear. He looks at you for a brief second, “What?” He looks back at the road.

You feel your face burning with embarrassment, your lashes fluttering ever so slightly. “Did I… do good?” You’re leaning on the arm rest, head turned away from him, while your mouth is covered by the palm of your hand. You shake your head, “You know what? Nevermind, I’m being dumb.”

Sukuna chuckles, sliding his hand to rest on the back of your neck. Rubbing it slightly, “Are you asking me to praise you?” He can feel you shiver underneath his touch, even leaning into it.

You huff, “No.”

Sukuna grabs your neck, pulling you closer to him. “Be honest.” He can see your throat bob slowly, your lashes fluttering as you look at him with those glossy eyes he’s growing to adore more than anything. His eyebrows raise slightly, “Hm?”

You deeply sigh, slowly turning to look at him with an embarrassed expression. “...Yes.” You hate that he’s messing with you, but… at the same time, you really like it. Are you broken? Enjoying the way Sukuna toys with you? Making you come out with deep secrets only you’re supposed to know about? Is that why you mess with him so much? Because, deep down, you secretly love the way he messes with you.

Sukuna briefly kisses your head, removing his hand and placing it back on the wheel. “Yes, baby, you did great.” Sukuna notices how you try to hide a giddy smile on your lips.

Yeah, you love the way Sukuna is.

—

Sukuna parks the car in the garage, much like any other day and you’re quick to leave the car. Clearly eager and excited to be close to Sukuna, you’re inches away from opening the door when you pause. Your eyes widen, “Wait, what if Yuuji is home? That means I’m not going to be able to–”

Your back is snuggling held between the door and Sukuna’s body, his lips on your and almost eating you up. You giggle in the kiss, trying to speak, but due to Sukuna’s sloppiness, you can’t get too much out. “Sukuna–wait!” You feel your lashes flutter shut, your foot sliding against your ankle as he kisses you.

“Wait?” Sukuna asks, his hand moving to your waist and arching your back into him.”I’ve been waiting for this for–fuck, so fuckin’ long.” He sounds out of breath, dark, and deeper. Hands lowering to your ass and grabbing onto the fat of it.

You laugh, cupping his face and flinching when he presses you harder against the door. It makes you gasp, giving Sukuna the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. Sliding his hand underneath the back of your knee and hooking it around his waist.

You moan when his bulge presses against your covered pussy, “You feel me?” He whispers, grabbing your hand and pulling it between the two of you, resting it on his bulge. He smiles, sharp teeth flashing as you, “That’s going to be inside you.” He uses his free hand to slide his palm over your lower stomach, applying a bit of pressure, “All of it deep inside of you.” His voice is so raspy, it feels like a drug. Sukuna feels like a drug, you honestly don’t know how your knee didn’t give in on the spot.

You sniff, looking away, “Stop saying things like that…” You whisper, butterflies swarming your stomach. It feels so good. “You’re making me feel—“

“Shh.” Sukuna perks up, resting his head on the door. “Shit, I think someone is home.”

You kiss his neck, sliding your tongue over his skin. He tastes sweet, “Who cares?” You softly suck on his skin, blooming a sport hue of red on his pale skin. “Just try not to be so loud, and we won’t get caught.”

Sukuna shakes his head, but he’s clearly amused by your antics. “You're right.” He kisses you a final time, “Put your hands above your head, and turn around.”

You blink a few times, cheekily smiling, “Why should I?”

“I want to see how quiet you can be.” His eyes dip down, looking at where the two of you are connecting. His jeans, and your short dress covering what he wants to see. “Do it for me? Please.”

Suddenly, ‘please,’ is the magic word.

You bite your lower lip, “Shouldn’t we go to your room?”

“No.” Sukuna grabs your hips and ushers you around, “Don’t want to get caught, right?” Your backside pressed snuggly against his front, his head dipping down to skin the tip of your ear. “There you go, just do as I say.” He lowers his hands to your waist, pulling at them so your ass is pressed right against his erection.

You thickly swallow, nodding your head softly. “Okay.” You can feel your eyelashes fluttering, naturally moving your hips in circles. You slowly extend your hands over your head, keeping them together.

“Just like that..” Sukuna mumbles behind you, sliding his hand to grab both your wrists. “Keep moving–fuck, keep moving against me.” He uses his free hand to pick up your skirt, pushing it up your plush ass. “Fuck–fuck, you make me feel…” He drops his head atop of yours, “You make me feel so good. Shit.”

You relax into the door, shoulder slouching into your back as you just feel Sukuna rut against you. This is so gross, you think to yourself, this isn’t supposed to be hot, you mentally scold, but it is.

You love when Sukuna whispers dirty nothings in your ears, licking his tongue up any sensitive skin he can taste, pulling and shoving you into any position he wants. Doing whatever he wants to your body, purely because it makes him feel good.

You rub your ass harder on his hard erection, “Please.” You whisper, tilting your head back, looking at Sukuna with glossy eyes. “Please, kiss me.” You should be scared, the way he’s looming over you right now, making you feel like a tiny puppy. But, you’re not, you like it, you like that he’s bigger than you.

Maybe you’re crazy.

Sukuna smirks, laughing slightly, “What are you askin’ for?” He responds, eyes bouncing back to your ass rubbing against him, and your eyes begging for his. “Want another kiss?” He coos, clearly finding amusement, and sexiness in your plea.

You nod your head, “Mhm!”

“Awh, of course you do.” He grips your neck, twisting it up more to kiss you, sliding his tongue lewdly against yours. Not caring if the kiss is any form of a kiss, just wanting to satisfy someone who’s growing to be insatiable.

You giggle, almost drunkenly, into his lips. Muttering, “I like you.” You close your eyes, kissing him again before adding another, “I like you so much, it drives me insane.” Your fingers move in his grasp, “You drive me crazy, ‘Kuna.”

Sukuna feels his throat bob, pressing you hard between the door and his body. “Yeah?” You bite your lower lip, a bit constricted as you flutter your lashes at him innocently. “You drive me fuckin’ insane, too. Can’t go an hour without wanting to hold, or just think about you.”

You rest your cheek on the door, “I know.”

“You’re cocky.” You giggle in response, but pause, an idea flashing in your head. He flinches when your hands move underneath his shirt, your cold fingertips touching his bare skin. “Shit!”

Your eyes widen, while Sukuna closes his eyes with a slow sigh. It’s silent, the two of you waiting at the door. Waiting for some form of response to Sukuna’s unexpected shout. You giggle, continuing to run your fingers over his skin. “I bet if someone was home, they would’ve heard that.”

You yelp when someone knocks on the door, pushing yourself away from Sukuna and standing feets away from him. Your face absolutely flushed, your heart beating out of your chest as you look at Sukuna. Only to see his fist resting on the door, his face turned away from you, and his shoulders bouncing up and down in a silent laugh.

You narrow your eyes, fixing your dress, “You’re such an asshole.” You scold, “Fuck, I thought it was your brother, or something.” Sukuna doesn’t respond, he’s still laughing at you. You softly groan, “You know what, go jack off or something, I’m going to my room.” You pull open the door, stepping inside.

You’re not mad, just… embarrassed.

“Oh, c’mon, I’m just messin’ with you doll, don’t be like that.” Sukuna grabs your hand, trying to pull you back into him, but you’re not budging. “Here, I can get on my knees and make it up to you, is that what you want, hm?”

You scoff, “No.” You continue to pull away from him, “You can–I don’t know, do whatever, I’m mad at you.” You whisper, ‘Asshole,’ underneath your breath.

Sukuna opens his door, pulling you inside his room, “Fine, be like that.” He closes the door behind him, locking it. “I’ll just fuck the attitude outta’ you.” He coos, “Let’s see how mad you’re going to be when you’re squirting over my dick, yeah?”

You blink a few times, a cheeky smile slowly splitting your lips. “Oh.” Sukuna has always had such a way with words. “And, what if I leave, what if I don’t want that?” You cross your arms over your chest.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow at you, moving to his bed and sitting on it. “Really? I’m sure that’s why you were begging me to fuck you in my car.” He watches as you turn your head away, “That’s also why you almost sucked me off while I was drivin–”

“Oh my god, shut up!” You move to Sukuna’s side, pressing your palm over his mouth. “I totally get it now, you never shut up.”

“I thought you were leaving.” Sukuna’s voice tickles your palm, “I thought you would never lie to me?” He pulls you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you.

“I never lied, I am mad at you.” Your hand drops, and Sukuna moves forward to slide his tongue over the shell of your ear. A quick shiver shooting down your spine as the hot muscle moves slowly.

“Good.” Sukuna grabs the end of your dress, bunching up the fabric and whispering, “Raise your hands for me.” You’re quick to do as he says, which is returned with simple praises. Your dress being pulled over your head, dropping to the floor.

You're quick to reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head. You just want to feel his skin, you want to feel his warmth against you without anything blocking you. Sukuna smirks to himself, leaning back with you on his lap while he watches as you fumble with his belt, struggling a small bit due to your nails.

Sukuna finally takes it off himself with one hand, tossing it to the side with a metallic thud. He pulls you by your waist, placing you on your back. “Spread your legs.” He’s towering over you, his pants already on the ground.

You slide your legs open, revealing a wet patch already on your panties, Sukuna laughs, “Wet f’me already? I haven’t even touched you.” He leans down, forearm resting near your head while he kisses your neck. “You think you can handle this thick co–” Sukuna seems to hesitate.

You immediately feel your heart drop, did you do something wrong? You thickly swallow, “‘Kuna?” You wrap your arms around his shoulder, “Is something wrong?” You tilt your head to the side.

“No.” His answer is quick. “Just… thinkin’ about, uh…” He lifts his head up, “You want to do this, right?” He’s looking in your eyes, the black of his pupils almost makes it impossible to see his natural red eye color.

You nod, “Yeah–yes, I want this.” You smile softly, kissing his lips quickly, “Is something wrong?” He wants this, clearly, so why is he hesitating?

Sukuna shakes his head, “Just relax.” He whispers, sliding his fingers underneath your underneath, dipping them in your slick and swirling them around your throbbing clit. “Just let me make you feel good.”

Your lips part, nodding your head as you flutter your lashes shut. Feels good. You jump when you feel them slide back into you, two fingers thick and heavy slowly pushing in and out of you. You bite your lower lip, your legs sliding down into the mattress of Sukuna’s bed with each slow thrust.

You can feel yourself melting into his sheets, but furrow your brows slightly when he slides a third finger into you. Sukuna groans, feeling how tight you are around his fingers, practically sucking him back in everytime he pulls back.

Fuck, you’re so tight, it’s actually driving him insane. Sukuna just wants to feel you wrapped around his cock, sucking him in with every thrust.

You arch when his fingers scissor into you, stretching you open. Sukuna is right next to your ear, sliding his tongue around it while whispering, “Gotta’ prep you, don’t want it to hurt when I shove my cock in you, right?” He laughs, “You just want to feel good, feel full, have nothin’ on your mind but how I stretch you out so good.”

You whimper, “Stop teasing…” You groan, grabbing his wrist, “Just put it…” You thickly swallow, batting your long lashes at him when he finally looks at you again. “Please, I want you inside–wanna feel you deep inside of me, ‘Kuna.” You’re looking at him with your perfectly glossy eyes, and who is he to deny you.

“Think you’re ready?” Sukuna asks with a cocky smile, pulling your panties down your hips. “You think you can finally take my cock? You think it’ll fit in your pussy?” He watches as you eagerly nod, “What? What do you want, you need to tell me?”

You can’t, what does he want you to say? “Uhm…” You thickly swallow, diverting your eyes to the side, “I want you…” You can’t, you really can’t say it, it’s so embarrassing. “I want you inside.” You can feel butterflies in your stomach, but… they’re different.

You’re nervous.

You’re really nervous.

You feel your bottom lip quiver for a moment, and Sukuna pauses, “I’m nervous.” Shit, you didn’t mean to say out loud, even if you did whisper it. You can feel yourself mentally scolding yourself. You’ve been wanting this for so long, and now you’re getting cold feet.

Seriously? What is wrong with you?

That makes you feel worse.

“I can tell.” Sukuna passes you a half smile, and it feels domestic to see. “I expected that.”

“Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” Sukuna pinches your nose, “It’s just me.” He tilts his head to the side, “Are you saying you’re scared of me.”

You blink a few times, before smiling a small bit, “I mean, a little.” You giggle when Sukuna glares at you, not before cupping his face with your hands. “I’m nervous… but, I feel good. I think… I feel less nervous since it’s with, uhm, you.” You look to the side, “That’s kind of corny, but… you get it, right? I’m not crazy.”

Sukuna’s eyes soften, he ever so slightly nods his head, “You’re crazy.” He murmurs, “But, I understand you.”

You laugh, “I’m glad.” You feel better. “Can we… continue?”

“Yeah, of course baby.” Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and his eyes glint with something sinister.

You arch your back slightly, the spark in your belly igniting into a small flame. “Please—I want you inside, I wanna feel you.” You flutter your lashes at him.

“Yeah? Does my baby want the tip? Wanna feel me slide inside?” He chuckles, “I’ll give you that, baby, won’t make you suffer for too long.” Sukuna is practically shaking with pleasure, wanting to bottom out in one motion. Pound into you and make your pretty little eyes roll into the back of your head, your legs shake from all the pleasure. But, he knows that’ll hurt you, and that’s the last thing he wants right now. He wants to make you feel good.

Sukuna wants to see you utterly melt under his touch, grabbing his sheets while tears of pleasure slide down your hot cheeks. Feel your hot and gummy insides around his thick cock, as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. Watch your tongue swirl around them while you suck and bite. He wants to tease you about how good it feels.

Sukuna wants you to make him feel good, too.

Sukuna taps the tip of his dick on your clit, watching as you jump with each short amount of pressure. It’s cute, really cute. “Hold onto me, hold onto me.” He whispers, placing his tip at your entrance, already wet and slick for him. “You’re going to feel a stretch, but it’ll feel fuckin’ amazing after.”

You nod, turning your head down to look at where the two of you connect, and it’s obscene. His flushed tip pressing against your wet cunt, “Is it going to fit?” It’s a unsure whisper, butterflies of nervousness bubbling in your stomach again.

Sukuna kisses behind your ear, “We’re going to make it fit.” He murmurs, pushing the tip into you. And the stretch burns, it makes you whimper as Sukuna splits you open on his monster cock. You can hear Sukuna grunt next to you, his brows furrowed in concentration as he pushes into you. “Just breathe, try to relax.”

You nod, lashes fluttering shut while your eyebrows furrow. “Okay…” You hum, sucking on your bottom lip, “It feels really weird.” You mumble, your waterline growing small pearls of tears.

“I know.” Sukuna coos at you, and he feels you slowly relax around him. “There you go, doing so good for me.” He loudly groans, dropping his head into your neck and stiling when his tip is completely in you. Twitching and sensitive from your tight walls gripping onto him, you feel like heaven. His hair tickles your chin, and despite how good Sukuna sounds groaning, you can’t ignore the uncomfortable stretch–almost painful–that is occurring between your legs.

You hug Sukuna tighter, “Hurts.” You mumble into his hair, but Sukuna is quick to rub slow circles into your clit with his thumb, making the bundle of nerves dance with electricity. It feels good when he touches you, and it feels–you gaps, feeling Sukuna twitch inside of you, his hips ever so slightly bucking into you.

You thickly swallow… it feels good when he… moves.

You roll your hips forward slightly, and you hear Sukuna laugh against you. “You finally feelin’ good?” He mumbles, looking up, “You want me to make you feel better now, doll?”

“Please.” You murmur, cupping his face and tugging him closer to you, “Please fuck me ‘Kuna, please make me feel good.”

Sukuna feels every thread of patience snap inside of him.

His hands move to the back of your knees and pull them up to your chest, “Fuck–I can’t wait anymore, I need you, I fuckin’ need you.” Your name leaves his lips, and suddenly he pushes into you. Deep and quick, letting your tight pussy mold to his thick cock. Sukuna loudly moans when his cock is finally inside of you, his eyes shutting as his jaw ever so slightly drops.

You feel so fucking good, you’re making him feel so fucking good, he can’t even… Sukuna pulls his hips back, your pussy already sucking onto him before puuushing them back into your pussy. His head drops into your neck with pleasure as your head gets thrown back in a loud moan.

It feels so good, you feel so full and… it feels almost overwhelming. Sukuna all the way inside of you, it feels like he’s in your guts, or in your throat. Splitting you open and forcing every thought to the way Sukuna moves his cock in and out of you. It feels like your head is spinning, and with the way Sukuna is groaning with each slow–tantalizing slow–thrust, it feels like you might pass out from the pleasure, and pressure.

Sukuna presses your thighs deeper into your chest with his weight, and you can feel your teeth clench from how deep inside you he is. It’s almost overwhelming, and with the way he’s lowering his hand to rub circles into your clit, it feels like you might actually die.

You jolt when you feel something coil in your stomach, deep and intense. Your eyes snap open, meeting with Sukuna’s red one, trained on your expression. Your moans grow louder, more insist of what’s to come.

You watch as something snaps inside of him, practically smiling ear to ear as he leans down, “You goin’ come?” He whispers, “Is my dick making you feel good, makin’ you want to finally let go and come all of it?”

You whimper, your shaky hands moving to grab his face, “Fuh–fuck, ‘Kuna, I feel like I’m gonna–I’m going to–” “Don’t.”

Sukuna looks high of your expression, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare, hold it.” He asserts, watching as your eyes become glossy, a small whimper leaving your mouth as your bottom lip quivers. “Awh, there you go baby, you can follow what I say like a good girl, I know.”

“S’it too much, I can’t do it–I really want to..” You pull his face closer to yours, “Please, ‘Kuna, please, please, please. I wanna feel good, let me…”

Sukuna’s eyes flutter from your begging, you’re so hot. And, when he opens his eyes again, you think–you really do–he’s going to let you, especially with the caring way he’s looking at you. But, Sukuna smiles and whispers, “No.”

You hiccup, tears falling down your cheeks, “You’re so mean.” You murmur, “You’re so mean to me.”

“Yeah?” He looks down, watching the way his cock splits you open. “I can be meaner.” He groans, leaning back and grabbing your hip with one hand, “Lift your hips for me.” He rasps, eyes glued to the place where the two of you connect.

You whimper, following his directions. Spreading your legs and allowing him to look at the lewd actions. You can’t help but feel some form of relief when stretching your legs as well, having the stretched and pushed into feel good but–

‘Ring! Ring!’

You jump at the noise, hand pressing against your mouth. Instantly, your mind goes to Yuuji, fuck is he home? You didn’t get to check if he was, and the idea of him hearing you fucking his older brother makes you want to sink into the depths of the earth, and never come back out.

Sukuna seems to be equally as startled, his shoulders jumping and his hips instantly stilling. But, unlike you, Sukuna knows it’s not his brother. He knows it’s a phone ringing. He watches as the realization dawns on you, albeit, not as quickly as his.

You look to the side, “Uh…” You know that’s not your phone ringing, since your ringtone is a very bubbly and cute one from Animal Crossing. Bubblegum, by K.K. Slider to be specific, so you turn to Sukuna and asks, “Do you want to answer that?”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “Fuck no.” He leans back down, nose touching yours, “That just… startled me.”

“I also thought it was Yuuji.” You giggle, “It’s fine, just let it ring out.” You hold his face, the ringing fading into the background of nothingness. “Just keep fucking me, I’m still so–”

‘Ring! Ring!’

You feel your eye twitch. “What the hell?!” You furrow your eyebrows, practically growling at the phone. “Are you setting me up right now?” You accuse, “Is this your silent way of saying you don’t want to be fuckin’ me right now?”

Sukuna closes his eyes and softly sighs, “Sometimes, I don’t know how you think of these things.” And, as much as Sukuna wants to reach down and throw his phone at the wall for interrupting the two of you, the idea of it being Yuuji calling for him stops him from doing that. “Let me check if it’s Yuu.” Sukuna mumbles.

You laugh, looking to the side with a smug expression, “Good to see where your properties land.” You snicker at his glare, watching as he finishes his phone from his pants. “A good older brother you are.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes, “Yeah, whatever.” He looks at the caller ID, only to see it’s an unsaved number. A telemarketer? An… insist one? “Not a saved number.” He places it on the counter, “Maybe this is God’s way of telling me you’re trouble.”

“Probably.” You extend your arms, waiting for Sukuna to join you again, “Who cares, I just want to feel good.” You whine, clearly growing inpatient. “Just c’mere, I miss you already.”

Sukuna nods, looping his arms behind your back and pulling you close to his body. Watching with awe as he slides back into you, your lips parting in a silent gasp. “So pretty.” He murmurs, kissing your neck with soft pants.

You feel so good around him, sucking him into your tight pussy. Your gummy inside molding around his cock, perfectly shaping into it. Sukuna can feel his thrust grow frantic, wanting to increase the pleasure he’s receiving. You make him feel so good, he absolutely lo–

‘Ring! Ring!’

If Sukuna had any form of pliancy in his body, it just broke from a single ring of his phone. He snatches it from the dresser, sliding his finger to answer the call and barking out, “The fuck do you want?!” He’s fuming, and as much as you shouldn’t…

You find it a bit funny, just a little. Poor boy is getting frustrated. Poor thing, you can't help but think. He’s been waiting so long for this–you have, too–and now it’s getting interrupted by a very insistent scammer. Yet, the small smile on your lips absolutely falls when you recognize the voice on the other line.

Blonde bitch.

Sukuna scowls, “Leave me the fuck alone, I swear to–”

“Ah–ah!” You moan, rubbing your clit with your fingers. “Shit, you’re making me feel so good, ‘Kuna, please don’t stop, please don’t…” You whine, tilting your head to the side with half-lidded eyes.

“The fuck was that?” She barks, but her silence is quickly followed by, “Who the fuck is that?” A sick prideful feeling fills your chest, swallowing you whole with something liberating.

God, if anything in this world could cure your depression, it would be this. A satisfied smirk splits your lips, and Sukuna expression matches your own. He slides his hips back and forth, watching as your brows furrow with ecstasy.

“You already know.” Sukuna groans into the phone, biting the inside of his cheek with a smile. “Don’t be fuckin’ dumb.” He isn’t teasing her, he’s genuinely being an asshole.

“No, I fucking don’t know who that is, why don’t you fucking tell me.” She spits back, venom laced in her voice.

Sukuna places the phone on your stomach, watching as goosebumps litter your skin from the cold of his phone. “You hear that?” Sukuna mocks, rocking his hips in, and out of you. The sound of him pounding into you is loud from where you are, you can’ even imagine what it must sound like where his phone is located. Sukuna practically laughs, a sadistic look in his eyes. “That’s the sound of my girl wrapped around my cock.”

Hearing him say that is… everything. The idea of Sukuna calling you that to someone who so bluntly wants him, is so willing to give up anything, so entangled in his web… is prideful. It shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t feel this way, but you do.

Sukuna wants you. You're his. He’s yours.

Sukuna ends the call, quickly silencing his phone before tossing it to the side. He rolls his eyes, “Fuck, can’t fucking stand her.” He looks a bit pissed and from the way he’s fucking into you, he’s starting to take the frustration out on getting you to finish.

You laugh, nodding your head, “I told you–you were… fuck, fuck, mean.” You shakily exhale, “But, I like that about–shit–about you, make me feel good.” You mumble, “Love it.”

Sukuna can wholeheartedly agree with that, he equally adores your quick tongue and rude comments. It sends a euphoric rush through his brain, but he won’t ever tell you that. Although, he will tell you, “You don’t even know the start of it.”

Your toes curl when Sukuna places his palm on your lower stomach, pressing the tip of his cock right up against your g-spot from the pressure. You yelp, your head thrown back while your back arches frantically.

“Wait–don’t do…” You choke on a moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head, “I can’t—” You bring your hands to his shoulders, clawing at them to try and maintain your composure, but it isn’t working.

“I know.” Sukuna grabs your cheeks, pulling your face to his. “Fuckin’ come for me, let it all go.”

You feel him hammer into you, grinding his hips so the tip of his cock presses snuggly against your g-spot. Instantly, your vision goes white, your lips parting in a silent moan as your legs shake around his waist. It feels like you’re melting, your insides swirling together and finally releasing into a explose euphoric mess.

Even when you're done, panting and vision a bit blurry, Sukuna doesn’t stop moving. Not even when hot tears are sliding down your face because, ‘It’s just too much,’ or ‘Too sensitive,’ as Sukuna would mock back at you.

You place your hand on his face, trying to push him away, only for him to smile into your palm. His lips part to let his tongue slide over your palm, slowly splitting your middle and ring finger open. Allowing you to watch the wet muscle move between your fingers, along with the smug expression on his face.

It feels so good, but so much with each thrust, you just can't, you can’t–your eyes roll into the back of your head, your thighs shaking. Sukuna pulls away, “Do you really want me to stop?” He teases, slowly his pace down, and for how painfully good it feels, him slowing down makes you crave the intensity again. “Can the baby really not handle it, huh? Can she really not handle a big dick inside of her?”

Sukuna watches with glee as your expression of pleasure turns into pure bliss. Your eyes glaze over while a delirious smile splits your glossy lips, legs moving to wrap around his waist. “Please do-don’t stop, you make me feel so–so good ‘Kuna, don’t ever want to stop.”

Sukuna can’t say no to that.

“Atta’ girl.” He pats your cheek endearingly, “You can give me another, right? You can do that for me?” He grabs you by your wait, tugging you closer to his dick as if you weighed nothing. “You can gush on my cock again, let that pretty head of yours go dumb from my dick?”

You nod, your smile still present. “Mhm!” You want that more than anything.

“Yeah.” Sukua licks his teeth with a smile, “Fuck, you’re so good for me.” He laughs, eyes narrowing on your body. “Turn around, I’m not fuckin’ done with you yet.” Before you can even move, Sukuna is man-handling your body exactly where he wants you to go.

You’re on your stomach, his hands pulling your waist up and forcing you into a deep arch. You place your hands on his head board, your head almost touching it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and Sukuna splits you open again, slowly pushing his thick head into your sensitive hole. Twitching, and full of Sukuna’s dick.

You thickly swallow, humming in content when you feel the front of Sukuna’s thighs press to the back of yours. His dick sheathed deep inside of you, twitching and drooling fat globs of pre-cum. He’s so warm, and thick, it feels so perfect to be like this.

You pull your lips between your teeth, groaning with each slow and long thrust Sukuna pushes into you. Forcing your hands to claw at his sheets with a squeal, his hands pushing your back into a deep arch. You can feel him in your tummy, bulging and pressing right against that perfect spongy spot deep inside of you.

“Yeah, just like that.” Sukuna groans behind you, sliding his hands to your ass and pulling you apart. Letting his eyes watch as he slides his cock in and out of you, “Just open up for me, let me make that sweet pussy feel good.”

You melt at his words, shivering while your knees keep your ass in the air. “Can’t–can’t do this…” You bite his sheets, drool seeping front your pouty lips. “Fe–feels so good.”

Sukuna laughs, trying to hold back his moan. But, he almost loses his composure when you mutter, “Does it feel–do you feel good, too? ‘Kuna?” You look at him over your shoulder, eyes glossy and beautiful, “Am I making you–fuck–am I making you feel good?”

Sukuna feels a part of his sanity chip. “You don’t even fuckin’ know how good you make me feel.” Sukuna seethes, his hand grabbing the back of your neck and shoving you deeper into his sheets. He almost comes when he hears you moan from the harsh actions, “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum with the way you’re grippin’ my dick.”

You groan, digging your knees into the sheets. “Shit–shit, I…” You part your lips open, Sukuna fucking you from the behind with more power. Each thrust deep and hard into your twitching pussy.

Sukuna tilts his head back, placing his weight into his hand and hips, “Holy fuckin’ shit, I think I’m going to fuckin..” His voice grows hard, almost aggressive, his hips following.

You can feel the top of your head hitting his head board, your shoulder blades tensing into themselves. Your head growing a bit fuzzy, your vision growing similar to TV static. It feels so good, so so fucking good.

You can feel Sukuna twitch inside of you, his cock head drooling hot drops of pre-cum inside of you. He’s close, you can feel it, you can hear it. The subtle way his voice is rising in pitch, the recurrence and mantra of it. How his hips seem to stumble when you clench around him.

You want him to come with you, you want to feel him do it inside of you. Hot and warm, filling you up. You giggle into his sheet, “C’mon–Sukuna, please come with–with me ‘Kuna.” You whisper, heart practically glowing in your eyes. “Let me feel it inside of me, please, please.” You can feel yourself growing addicted to this, you never want to stop. Never ever.

Sukuna thickly swallows, sliding his hand up your head into your hair. Pulling your head up so he can hear your moans clearly. He wants to record it in his head, play it back anytime he’s alone in his room or shower. Let his mind wander over the fucked up ways he wants to defile and make the two of you feel good. His head is filthy, but he has a feeling you like it.

Sukuna loves knowing that.

“I’ll give it to you.” Sukuna grunts, “Who am I to say no to you, baby?” He can feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head, “I’ll give you everything, fuckin’ everything.” He watches as your body shakes, your pussy spasming around him. Small spurts wetting his thighs, it makes him come on the spot. Hunching over your body and gripping your hair harder.

It’s amazing, feeling the way you squeeze around him. His cock twitching inside of you, before white ropes of cum slide deep inside your pussy. It feels lewd, sickly satisfying and degrading. His body tensing as his eyes roll into the back of his head, his throat tightening and forcing out explicit curses and groans. “Holy fuckin’ shi—I think I’m going to…” Sukuna feels his head drop forward, head pounding as the orgasm finally ends.

You, on the other hand, slouch into his sheets. Your body is completely exhausted from the exertion it just experienced. Amazing, yes, but so goddamn tiring.

Sukuna leans back on his heels, slicking his hair back. A few strands dripped with sweat, sticking to his skin. “You okay, baby?” He whispers, rubbing his hands over your back.

You giggle, mumbling out a small, “Mhmm.”

“Good.” Sukuna lifts one of his legs up, planting his foot on the bed, “‘Cause I’m not done with you.” Of course, you’re not the only one burning with sensitivity here, Sukuna is dick is absolutely twitching with sensitivity… but this is the best part. When it feels so good it almost hurts, so far from wanting but craving for more.

You blink a few times, your pussy twitching. “Huh.”

Sukuna laughs, one hand moving to his head board, “You heard me.” He snaps his hips into your ass, “One more.” He pleads–no, begs, “Just give me one more.” He rolls his hips into you, right to left, up and down, just grrinnnding deep inside of you. “Please, please, I fuckin’ need it. Need you, baby.”

Sukuna’s voice is pleading, filling you up like an addictive drug. Hearing him beg is a mind-fuck, and it makes you want nothing more but to do that. “F–Fine.” You moan, “Just don’t stop movin–ah!”

“Thank you, baby, thank you.” Sukuna snaps his hips into you, there’s so much more strength behind it. You can feel him fucking your cervix, the hold he has on the headboard making it so he can fuck you harder then before. You can feel yourself losing yourself in pleasure, pain hurting in the best way possible.

Sukuna’s fucking you so hard you’re practically squished between his hard body, and his headboard. Your cheek pressed harshly against it, while you’re forced in a deep arch. He’s so deep in you.

You hear Sukuna laugh behind you, a mocking high pitched moan following. It takes you a single second to recognize what he’s doing, he’s mocking your moans. It’s degrading, a bit humiliating, but your stomach groans hot from his teasing tone.

You can’t let Sukuna know that.

But, you don’t have to say anything. He can feel the way you tighten around him, “Awh, does my baby like the way my dick feels inside of her.” He coos, “Hmm?”

You grit your teeth, trying to bite back a moan, “Of–of course–hah–not!” You bite back, furrowing your eyebrows.

Sukuna smirks, biting the inside of his cheek. “Yes you do, baby, yes you do.” You hate him, you hate how cocky he is, but you can’t deny how hot he is. Curse, Sukuna.

Suddenly, you feel something foreign building within you. Tight and hot, feeling a bit too good. A bit heavy, and wetter. Your moans grow, “Ah, ‘Kuna–something feels…” You grip his sheets between your fingers, “I feel like I’m gonna–gonna..” You squeal, your thighs squishing together.

Sukuna doesn’t relent, in fact, he moves both of his hands to the top of his head board, forcing himself deeper into you. Which you didn’t think was possible. “Yeah? You goin’ to come again?” He groans, dropping his head down, “I am too, do it for me. Make a mess on this dick.”

You feel your eyes roll back, tears streaming down your face as you finally feel the coil in your stomach snap. Sukuna watched with a pleasureful grimace as you wet his cock, squirting all over his cock and thighs. Words tumbling out of your mouth in a babbling mess, incoherent pleas at best.

Sukuna finally releases with you, unable to keep his voice down as he finally comes deep inside of you. “Fuck, holy shi–” He cuts himself off with a whine, almost whimpering when you tighten around him. Tears pearling his water line, as he tries–desperately tries–to keep quiet. Until, the idea of keeping composure became that, merely an idea long forgotten.

The orgasm feels overwhelming, nothing like Sukuna has ever experienced before. And, it feels like it’s never going to end. Almost sobbing as he finishes, “Holy–holy fu–fuck..” It's hot and blinding.

You hiccup, not having the energy to move, or even help Sukuna with pulling out. Sukuna collapses onto your body, making you giggle into his sheets. Your body twitching from the aftershocks of your mind-blowing orgasm. You feel like you’re on cloud nine, while also crashing down from the worst type of drug.

Sukuna softly exhales, and all he can smell is your sweet shampoo and sex filling the air. His over sensitive cock still feels stimulated, and everytime you so much as move, it feels painful. It feels good–a good pain, but a bit too much for his tired body.

“You’re going to suffocate me.” You mumble, your voice muffled by the sheets, and his weight. “You’re going to become a real Jeff the Killer if you murder me, ‘Kuna.” You giggle again, this time wailing your limbs as if you were in genuine danger.

“Okay.” He whines as he pulls away from you, his cum seeping down your thigh. He groans at the sight, closing his eyes as he tries to ignore the way his cock twitches. Despite how senstive and tired he is, he want nothing more but to fuck his load deep inside of you. And, against his better judgment, he doesn't. “Can you… can you breathe again?”

“Yeah.” Your skin is decorated in a thin shine of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and neck. You giggle again, moving your head to the side to look at Sukuna, “Yeah.”

Sukuna laughs with you, leaning down and laying right next to you. “Yeah.” He pushes your hair out of your face, “You feelin’ okay, I think I may have… pushed you a bit far.”

You nod, “I’m good.” You smile sweetly, cupping his face. “You did amazing.” You didn’t even know the human body could be that good. “I’m happy I did this… with you, Sukuna.” You press a quick kiss into his nose, before kissing his cheek. You’ve always been so incredibly sweet.

Sukuna’s lips part, his eyes widening ever so slightly. And, your stomach flutters with his expression, a soft smile on his features, his hand cupping your cheek. “I’m glad.” He whispers, “So glad.” You can see a subtle red on his face, and you almost panic.

“Wait, no, don’t move!” You twist around, reaching over his counter for your glasses which you conveniently haven’t moved since “studying” with Sukuna. “Let me grab my glasses.”

Sukuna tilts his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you need your glasses?”

You laugh, sliding them on your face. “I want to look at you, dummy.” You look at him again, but pout when you see his expression is different. “Why’d you move your face? I wanted to see you clearly.” You’re a bit disappointed–no, you’re really disappointed.

“This is the face I was making.” Sukuna says with a dead face, not even an eyebrow is quirked. “I don’t make faces.” He shakes his head, “Never in my life. It’s a medical condition, actually.”

“Sukuna.” You whine, pouting slightly.

Sukuna says your name in a similar tone, mocking your facial expression.

You furrow your eyebrows, appalled by his audacity, before you snort. Bursting out in laughter, which is quickly joined in by Sukuna himself.

You wish you could stay like this forever, watching Sukuna open up in front of you. In a space close, intimate and sweet. Especially knowing it Sukuna you’re with. A man who doesn't really express anything but a scowl, which seems to be less true now that you’re spending time with him.

It feels like it’s more common to see him cracking a smile, even if it is a small one. Like right now, Sukuna’s laughing with you, a small blush on his cheeks, one that matches the color on the tips of his ears. It’s sweet, you love it.

You love him.

You love Sukuna.

You can feel your face turning hot, so you turn away, collecting yourself. “You should go get something to clean us up.” You look down on the sheets, dirty and wet. You scrunch your nose, “I feel gross.” You sigh, “And I totally need to study for finals.

Sukuna groans, “I take you out on a date, fuck your brains out, and you’re still thinking about school.” He wraps his arms around you, twisting you around so your back is to him. “You’re never fuckin’ happy.” He mumbles into your hair, pulling his sheets, over your body.

“Never happy.” You giggle back, “Actually, no, that’s a lie. If I saw you in a cowboy outfit, I’d be pretty happy.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sukuna rolls his eyes, sighing into your hair, “I’ll deal with this tomorrow, let me just rest for a few hours.”

“I’m probably going to get pregnant within those few hours.” You mumble underneath your breath, and Sukuna freezes.

“Holy, fuckin’ shit.” Suknua springs up, and it’s a bit funny, you’ve never seen him this panicked before. Well, it is for a good reason. “Fuck! I completely–” He presses his hand to his face, but he quickly composes himself. “Hey, this isn’t… all bad.” He slicks his hair back, “If it ever came down to it, I’m more than capable of–”

You’re expressionless, “Go get a towel.” You point at the door, and Sukuna is quick to follow your instructions… after sliding on some sweats. For all he knows, you could be the mother to his unborn future child. Which isn't at all true, you started birth control the moment you entered college. But, you haven’t told Sukuna this… yet.

You’re quick to push his sheets off your body, opening his closet and pulling one of his white shirts, draping it over your body. You move back to the bed, about to sit on it when you glance at the counter again. Everything from the study day is still there, your textbook, computer.

You giggle, even the sticky note Suknua… you blink a few times, the sticky note Sukuna wrote on, the one you couldn’t read because you didn’t have your glasses. You almost slip only your feet diving for it, holding it an inch away from your nose as you read the small note written on it.

I love you

You feel your chest burst, squeezing tightly with love and passion. You place the sticky note back down, reaching for a pencil and scribbling something right next to it. Only to slam the pencil back down, and sit on Sukuna’s bed as if nothing had happened.

Something happened.

Sukuna looks up from the towel in his hands, damp and dripping with water droplets. Resting underneath his free arm is a fresh blanket. Sukuna pauses at the door frame, raising an eyebrow at you, “Somethin’ wrong.” He steps inside.

“Nope.” You throw yourself back on his bed, your hair splayed out messily.

Sukuna drops the blanket on the floor. “I don’t believe you.” You’re about to ask why, but Sukuna beats you to it, “You’re smiling like a fuckin’ idiot. It’s scary.” He’s quick to drop to his knees, grabbing your ankle and sliding the towel over your legs. Cleaning you up gently.

You’re smiling? You didn’t even notice.

You push yourself up, your palms pressing into the sheets of his bed. You watch with admiration as Sukuna slides the damp towel over your body, the water is warm. It feels good. Your eyes never leave him, and Sukuna’s eyes never leave you.

You can’t stop yourself, you run your fingers through his soft hair, and the words are silent on your tongue. ‘I love you.’ When Sukuna finally looks up, he can see you’re already smiling at him. Eyes soft, your expression utterly relaxed and dipped with admiration. You blink a few times, “I just think I like you.”

Sukuna lashes flutter, they’re long and pink. He turns away from you, ears shaded in an ever so subtle pink. “Idiot.” He mumbles, dropping the towel to the floor. He pushes himself up, and you're quick to engulf him in your arms. Closing your eyes and humming the moment your body collides with his, he’s warm, he’s always warm. You can even feel his heart beating out of his chest, it’s so fast, it’s faster than yours.

When did your heart speed up so much?

When did Sukuna’s heart speed up so much?

It’s silent, it reminds you of so many moments where the two of you are silent. And, for what feels like for the first time, Sukuna is the one to break it, “I think…” He mumbles, and you hug him tighter. “I think I don’t ever want to be left alone again.”

Sukuna’s words feel real, raw. You nod into his shoulder, “Okay.” You close your eyes, smiling with happiness, “I won’t leave you.” It's silent again, and you want to fill it, “I’m sorry.” You mumble, “I feel like I should say something, but I don’t know what to say.”

Sukuna shakes his head, and his hold around you grows tighter, “Your silence is enough.” He softly sighs into your shoulder, closing his eyes. He ador–loves how close the two of you are, even if no words are exchanged, there doesn't need for anything to be said.

“You’re enough.”

Final Chapter: Ch. 8 - Epilogue

Tag(s)!: @openup-yourmind, @sherlock-holmes-jr, @maskedpacific, @gasp-a-homo, @diogodxlot, @beahappyhoeee, @tojimeow, @sukunamylovexoxo, @yoontaedotin, @sukunaloverrr, @lanadelreylover4l, @raininginthemoonlight, @blackjanexx, @ethereally-lyann, @fritzzbitzz, @lanadelreylover4l, @chayunwoo, @madamteller, @mazzd4, @haithamsbb, @c-l-ellis, @samysaha, @pi-crust, @shukiinnkm

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leakyweep · 7 months

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Childhood best friends!Corazon/Reader/Doflamingo

Modern AU

Check out the details and masterlist here!

A/N: ahhh i am so happy to be apart of this collab! i hope this fluffy story is a treat for halloween that you’ll absolutely love! and go check out all the other amazing blurbs written by my friends!

Words: 1.0k

No warnings, just some cute fluff 😌

Doflamingo leaned over the counter, face to the mirror as he fixed the eyeliner adorning his lids. He smudged it a little to give it a natural, smoky look and leaned back to take a good gander. He double checked the powder white paint covering his face and neck, making sure it was correctly blended. Even though you and his brother had practically begged on hands and knees to join them in the costume contest, he had “begrudgingly” accepted, rolling his eyes playfully as you two did your victory dance.

Now here he was, throwing on a purple and white baseball outfit dressed as a vampire. Oh, the things he did for the people he loved.

Walking out of the bathroom, he listened for the rustling of clothing or the sound of your voice, being led into your room to find his brother trying his best to fix a long, brown wig onto his head. He greeted him in the mirror, commenting on how he looked just like the dramatic Edward Cullen, earning a mocking chuckle from the taller man.

“Aren’t our characters like, enemies?” Corazon asked through the mirror, finally getting the hairline of the wig lined up just right with his own. He then grabbed the werewolf ears from the halloween store bag, fixing them on his head in the wig. He laughed when he saw how pale his brother was with the makeup. “Oh my God, you look like a mochi ball.”

Doffy just brandished a certain finger at him before approaching him and fixing some hair on the back of the cheap wig. Sure, he had just compared him to a soft, squishy ball of dough with flour all over the outside, but Doffy still wanted to make sure he, his brother, and their best friend looked the best they could. “Yeah, yeah. At least (y/n) also has to wear this pale ass makeup too.” He grumbled the words, but Corazon caught them and chuckled.

“I’m sure they’re going to enjoy the effort.” Cora turned back to the mirror for the finishing touches, standing from his chair and to his brother. “They really needed this.”

And it was true; your life had been filled with more downs than ups lately, and while the boys were there for you night and day, it still hadn’t filled the empty feeling in your chest thinking about the future.

But right now, it was your favorite holiday. You and your two best friends were going to a costume party, and all three of you were going to look just like the characters from Twilight, your favorite comfort movie. You had forced the older of the two brothers to join their movie marathon, and in the end, though he found it a bit cringy and corny – he enjoyed it for the sole purpose that you had shown such interest in making sure he caught every little detail of each movie. It made his cold heart warm a few degrees seeing someone he loved so much happy during a season of sadness.

When you emerged from the closet, a huge smile painted your face. Doffy’s powder-white face mixed with Cora’s cheap wig and dog ears made you double over laughing, your hands on your knees. Though, you were only laughing because you knew you looked just as ridiculous as them; dark circles painted under your eyes, your own face pale with white makeup, wearing an oversized baseball shirt and hat. “Oh my god, we look just like them!”

“You’re a liar and we all know it,” Doffy muttered, hiding the smile plastered on his face. You only headed over to where the two men were standing to engulf them in a tight hug, leaning into them when they wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Corazon laughed at his brother’s words.

“Oh c’mon, they’re right! Don’t I look like Jacob?” The lanky man turned his head only to dramatically swing it back towards you and his brother, giving his best smoulder and exclaiming, “Bella! Where the hell have you been, loca?”

Again, your stomach was hurting from laughing, leaning against Doffy as Cora approached you again. “C’mon, you gotta admit that was spot on.”

You looked up to Doflamingo now, running your fingers through your hair with a frustrated expression, doing your best to sound like Kristen Stewart as you grumbled, “I-I don’t know- Edward-I-“

Now it was Cora’s turn to guffaw, putting a hand on his forehead before exclaiming, “That was amazing!” Doflamingo tried his best to steel his expression, but you both saw the corner of his lips turn upwards ever so slightly.

“I guess it was good.”

You and Cora giggled and tried to convince Doffy to do an Edward impression but got no luck. He only shook his head and smirked, offering to carry the treats you guys made the previous day. Heading into the kitchen, the boys put an arm around you, kissing each of your temples. As if speaking for the both of them, Cora sighed,

“We’re lucky to have such a great best friend like you. You are so important to us.”

After the shit few weeks you had, the words brought tears to your eyes. Not willing to ruin your makeup though, you only sniffed a bit, holding the tears at bay. Doffy was busying himself with the ghost-shaped rice krispies and vampire blood punch, bad with feelings and trying to show that he cared in his own way. You had learned over the years that while Cora was skilled in verbal appreciation, Doffy was a giving person who opted to help physically rather than emotionally.

You gave each of them a peck on the cheek for their love, grabbing the dish of jack-o-lantern cookies and following them to the car. With a group hug, you squeezed them tight before getting in the car. Of course you were going to give them a pep talk.

“No matter what, whether we win or not,” you started, staring daringly into the men’s eyes, “we’re going to have fun with our costumes, show everyone our cute little treats, and most importantly- enjoy our favorite holiday!”

With a nod and a kiss on the cheek from both men, you got in the car, heading to the party while listening to The Nightmare Before Christmas songs and- of course- Spooky Scary Skeletons. While you and Corazon sang along, dancing and giggling, Doffy sat in the driver seat, trying to fight the beaming smile that threatened to take over his features.

#corazon x reader #doflamingo x reader #corazon x reader x doflamingo #buggy's spooktacular special #one piece #mi corazon #doffy #donquixote rosinante #donquixote doflamingo #fanfic #liv writes

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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A discord was discussing how modern AUs are always so... normal. And I got distracted, because my favorite "we are SO normal [is not normal at all]" ship is Anidala.

I feel like Anakin and Padme can pretend at normal in a modern AU but it's all a Mr. And Mrs. Smith kind of playacting where they are both pretending to be So Normal they are like 1950s ready-to-be-a-nuclear-family newlyweds they are SO NORMAL and then you take one wrong look and WHOOPS their basement is full of spy tech and like. Grenades.

"I'm going to get a good grade in being a suburban housewife, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve."

- hitman Padme, probably

And then @bytebun said "i have no seen wandavision but based solely on the trailer. vaderkin play-acting that kinda normal"

and I lost my mind for a little because. Yes.

I just love unfathomably weird child celebrity Padme and slave-turned-warrior-monk Anakin and their attempts to be Suburbanite Young Parents.

For this to work for me, I need to insist that Padme is completely cognizant and has her free will, she's just really weird. None of that "Anakin mind-controlled her into loving him" shit here, she's just as weird as he is.

Padme means her smile she is so chill she is so excited to be invited to the neighborhood potluck she made her SPECIALTY BREAD.

She is going to have NORMAL PERSON CONVERSATIONS about things that are NOT GUNS or HOW TO TRACK DOWN TAX EVASION IN THE MAFIA.

Byte:

"Oh, Mrs. Amidala, what does your husband do for work?"

"…security."

They are. So normal. They promise.

i am also thinking abt non-vader au this playing out on like tatooine. or just no-order66 and they are politely asked to move out of the penthouse because there have been an uptick in attempted assassinations & it's making the other senators rlly nervous

anakin gets a Reputation as the guy you go to if your engine won't turn over or if you have a Plumbing Incident

he's out here talking to all the middle-aged guys building their patios & he's soooooo excited about it. he wants to help choose the colours. he's ALSO extremely in with the auntie gossip abt marriages

he's like very well-loved actually maybe padme is even a little jealous ajsdlkfds;flk but sometimes he gets this... look. and he seems to know too much, about things you've never mentioned

They get a reputation for being weird and odd but like in a nice and fun way. They are absolutely not normal but it's a different kind of not normal than the truth.

One of the local moms tries to armchair psychiatry them.

Is it a modern au? Does Anakin have superpowers or is he just a spy with ADHD? Is it just Witness Protection: Naboo? Who knows! They are SO normal.

what's that my boy has autism but he sure can grill post. kinda like that. except it's my boy is a bit eldritch sometime but he sure can home depot

i think padme is like almost a little too put-together to get along with the other moms…. they get like nervous

(she remedies this by making mistakes on purpose & follows up by talking abt luke & leia)

Padme lives her life like an instagram mom.

There's a Major Attack of some sort and suddenly Padme is shooting things and Anakin is shepherding people into his basement because It's The Only One That Can Withstand A Bomb and everyone is just like. Oh. Okay. What the fuck.

SO normal. different story abt the prosthetic hand each time, also.

when people are too perfect. ur like. [sweats]

Anakin accidentally manages to convince everyone that he escaped a cult. This is not true. But he can't explain the truth so he just asks them not to talk about it.

I just

I need them to be weird but in a way where they are CONVINCED they are so normal, guys.

They are doing so well at pretending to be Regular Citizens. (They are not.)

The fandom is just lacking in Anidala fics that let them be weird as fuck for comedy purposes.

#anidala #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #modern au #sorta #wandavision #crossovers #also kinda #phoenix posts #star wars

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1lostsoul0fishbowl · 8 months

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August 21 is Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day 💕

…so I tried to make a list of 21 of my absolute favorite fanfics, but I couldn’t quite narrow it down enough. Instead you get 25!

(will tag the author if I know/can find their Tumblr— if I miss any please let me know)

🎉🩷🎉🩷🎉🩷🎉

Warm by @patternscolorsflowers - I made an Ao3 account for the sole purpose of bookmarking this as my very first favorite fic. A gorgeous one-shot of Joyce giving Eddie some much needed motherly TLC. I must’ve read this fic at least a dozen times, and cried every single time.

Disliking You Less by @claracivry - Claudia Henderson slowly learns to accept Dustin’s weird new metalhead friend. Just the sweetest, cutest fic!

Red and the Metalhead by @cunninghamschrissy - of course! The adorable fic that inspired me to write Not-so-iron Maiden! Max and Eddie as sibs have my heart forever.

Best we can do is to pick up the pieces by @hearjessroarfics - very, very sweet fic from Wayne’s POV as he observes Eddie and Chrissy in an unguarded moment.

Come True in the End by Many_Impossible_Things - absolutely BAMF Chrissy is tired of being underestimated, and comes back to life with a vengeance through the power of Pat Benatar. Seriously, read this one!!!

Take a chance on me by @womanof-1000-faces - Chrissy joins Hellfire. And it’s just as awesome as it sounds.

We’re not alone (I’ll find a new place to be from) by @grasslandgirl - Eddie learns to love Dustin’s hugs. Soooo cute.

Of All The Waffle Houses In The World by Babeinthewoods - a few unconventional wingmen (aka, the Party) help Eddie get a date with Chrissy, with lots of hilarious shenanigans along the way.

Eddie My Love by @ghostlynimbus - sweet little Hellcheer scene, and you’ll end up with the song stuck in your head for days.

Graceland, too. (Whatever she wants) by cunninghams - Eddie and Chrissy survive Vecna and then make a bucket list to take advantage of their new lease on life.

Five Drunks and a Cheerleader by @phoenixwrites - Chrissy goes to see Corroded Coffin at the Hideout. It sounds simple but it’s so.dang.cute and there’s a whole delightful series now!

That’s all I’ve got to say by @barriss - Eddie gets a little too emotional during movie night. Absolutely adorable.

The shop around the corner by @adelaideelaine - Hellcheer meets You’ve Got Mail with a little dash of tattoo parlor AU thrown in. One of my favorite ships plus one of my favorite movies? Heck yeah!

Have no fear (the monster’s gone) by JuliaRose12 - Heartmelting Wayne and Eddie fluff, as everyone’s favorite uncle looks after his beloved nephew in the hospital.

In Her Mercy Does All Abound by viharker - medieval troubadour AU. Nuff said, right? This one is so beautiful.

the buzz by @hangon-silvergirl - modern day Eddie as a chaotic DJ wooing Chrissy the Barista via music and text. Absolutely hilarious!

Come What May by @lokinightfury - Hellcheer starring in Grease? The entire Party and Corroded Coffin as wingmen? Yes please!!!

Wasted Years by @bratanimus - Eddie and the guys listen to a new album, as Eddie comes to terms with the past and prepares for his future. So introspective and beautiful, I cried so much reading this one. Really the entire Man to Man series is amazing!

The Kingdoms Never Weep by @sokkas-first-fangirl - Eddie’s estranged family tries to come back to haunt him, but the Party has his back. I love the gorgeous friendships in this fic and the whole series!

Guidance Counseling by @khaleesa - Eddie is determined to graduate, and slowly gets his life on track after surviving the Upside Down. I wanted to climb into this fic and live in it forever.

On the Other Side by @iwasateenagevirginiawoolf - One year after Vecna’s attack, Eddie and Chrissy are both learning to live again. Absolutely heartbreaking but so beautiful and optimistic at the same time.

Long is the Road out of Hell by @justhere4thevibez - Chrissy joins Hellfire, but this glorious fic comes with the added bonus of her escaping her mother, and the best Mike Wheeler I’ve ever read.

Family Recipe by @foxylibrarian - the cutest fake dating AU, Chrissy has Nancy, Robin, and Barb as her BFFs, and there’s lots of Wayne too. It’s everything you could want!

On My Terms by @pipergirl17 - Jason injuring Wayne in an accident doesn’t sound like the basis of a Hellcheer hospital meet-cute, but trust me, it works.

In the Shade of Aurelias by @pearlypairings - last but MOST CERTAINLY not least, is my favorite fic by my favorite author! A magical fantasy AU, with hints of D&D, mystery, intrigue, and romance. It was hard to choose just one from Pearly, because all of her works are amazing, but this fic is truly outstanding.

Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day to all of my favorite writers, and happy reading to everyone who enjoys these fics!!! 💕

#fanfic writer appreciation day #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #hellcheer #i scream you scream we all scream for wayne munson

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teecupangel · 1 year

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I guess this would be a modern-day AU where Assassin's Creed Protagonists play Blades in the Dark?

(EDIT 12/10: Now with Part 2 )

GM: Haytham (he regrets it sooo much)

Altaïr: Lurk

Haytham: "Altaïr, I'm begging you, please stop trying to do an American accent"

Ezio: Slide

Haytham: "Are you saying that you slept with this 70 year old woman?"

Ezio: "Yes."

Haytham: "I will not ask you to explain how for the sake of my sanity. Just take your extra dice."

Connor: Cutter

Connor: "My character loves his mother."

Haytham: "..."

Connor: "And is searching for his father so he may kill him."

Haytham: "... Thank you for that interesting backstory... son."

Desmond: Whisper

Desmond: "I guess I'll compel the ghost to possess him and get the ghost to make him jump off the tower."

Haytham: "You want to compel the ghost... to possess the head of the Blue Coats and jump to his death?"

Desmond: "Yup."

Haytham: "(sigh) Roll for attune. I'm telling you now that you are in a desperate posi-"

Desmond: (rolls 2 sixes and grins at Haytham)

Haytham: "......... (siiiggghhh) you attuned perfectly and the ghost is more than happy to possess the head of the Blue Coats and jump off the tower for you."

(these two sometimes join them)

Leonardo: Leech

Haytham: "Just a reminder, Leo, you still have a long-term project that you may want to continue?"

Leonardo: "Oh, yes, please!"

Desmond: "What was your long-term project again?"

Leonardo: "Creating a moving corpse using spark-craft."

Desmond: "Ohhhh, is that where all our corpses go?"

Malik: Spider

Malik: "I will assist Altaïr in this prowl and use my special skill Foresight to not take any stress."

Haytham: "Alright, how are you going to assist him?"

Malik: "I will tell him the exact timing and route to take."

Altaïr: "I ignore all of his instructions."

Haytham: "....... Alright, Altaïr, roll with only 2 dice. Malik, take 1 stress for having to watch Altaïr ignore everything you've just said."

Malik: "I'll take 2."

Desmond: "Oh my god. Guys, stop sabotaging each other."

Actual Player sheets and Crew Sheet (Assassin Playbook below)

Altaïr's Player sheet (starting)

Ezio's Player sheet (starting)

Connor's Player sheet (starting)

Desmond's Player sheet (starting)

Their Crew Sheet: Assassin Brotherhood

Bonus:

Leonardo's Player sheet (starting)

Malik's Player sheet (starting)

Other notes:

After their first session, Haytham wonders if his son should be friends with these three

Altaïr tries to be stealthy af, his dice have a 50/50 chance of agreeing with him

Most of the time if Altaïr fails, the consequence is that someone will start chasing him or their target will start running and he'll have to chase them (this is now a reoccurring joke and they're thinking Altaïr is cursed)

Ezio uses the Flashback mechanics the most to use his special skill (3 sessions in and everyone has agreed that Ezio has slept with everyone)

Connor doesn't hate his father, he thinks it'll be funny though to act like he does ingame

Desmond has played before, his dad is a longtime TTRPG player and he taught Desmond everything he knows (but he doesn't tell anyone that)

Haytham knows though and he rubs it in Bill's face that his own son prefers Haytham to be his GM

Malik made his character sheet for the sole purpose of helping everyone, he regrets it 10 minutes into his first score

Nowadays, whenever he joins, Malik just acts like an allied freelancer who only comes in when he has no other choice

Leonardo can't play regularly because he's usually busy but Haytham keeps a note that will tell him how many cooldowns Leonardo has so he can keep working on his long-term projects

Everyone agrees to take as many corpses as they can (if possible) for Leonardo's projects

#i had too much fun doing this #absolutely inspired by oxventure blades in the dark #i'll do the others later after work #after i sleep #this is what happens when i can't sleep #assassin's creed #blades in the dark #fic idea: assassin's creed #modern au #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #connor kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #desmond miles #haytham kenway #malik al sayf #leonardo da vinci

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chiyoso · 6 months

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• BEFORE YOU INTERACT. know that you are entering a domain of jjk-ccentric aesthetics, (satoru coded) heavy scaramouche and satosugu simping, and will be interacting with a blog user who, unfortunately, strives for perfection when it comes to her edits, and especially her stories.

• INTERACTIONS. tough subject considering my constant burnout that makes me all distant n' stuff, BUT I PROMISE YOU, i'm not the type of mutual who ignores on purpose. for context, actually, i wasn't like this back then, but considering my mental health these days, i've been less active, less interactive, and etc SOLELY because of this unwanted stress, and if you still plan on sticking around, thank you genuinely.

╰► AND I DON'T MIND INTERACTING WITH ALL AGES. only except; if you are a minor who runs a nsfw blog, producing explicit content, with utmost strictness and big sisterly love, please, get that case away from me.

• DO NOT INTERACT IF. you become weak to mentions of; blood, heavy descriptions of fighting, injuries, murder, war, death, mental health, sensitive and heavy topics, relationship triggers, traumatic events, suicide, age gaps, cheating, vulgarity, and many more — all these fall under the warning category of dead dove.

╰► I DON'T WANT YOU INTERACTING WITH ME knowing these things will make you uncomfortable, i'm thinking of your physical and mental health over here, and over mine.

• MUTUALS. *sighs dreamily* fuck i love you. i love you. thank YOU for following me back, thank YOU for interacting with my burned out ass at all. god, thank you and i love YOU and thank YOU for being patient with me, im so fucking honored to be mutuals with you, even in my silence or inactivity, thank you, i love you so much, you're so special.

CHIYOSO𝐇𝐔𝐁 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

✐ FANDOMS I'M IN.

jujutsu kaisen, genshin impact, undead unluck, honkai star rail, honkai impact 3rd, frieren, demon slayer, tokyo revengers, attack on titan, welcome to the ballroom, haikyuu, blue locke, mystic messenger, obey me, tears of themis, love & deepspace, the ssum, epic seven, wuthering waves, zenless zen zero, and more weeb things. / ··· tba.

✐ CHARACTERS I'M WRITING FOR.

gojo satoru, geto suguru, scaramouche, wanderer, alhaitham, cyno, lyney, neuvillette, pantalone, dottore, undead (andy), fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi, kento nanami, ryoumen sukuna, muzan kibutsuji, shinzugawa sanemi, rengoku kyojuro, rengoku shinjuro, ken ryuguji (draken), hanma shuji, blade, jing yuan, welt yang, dan heng, nanook, lan, argenti, gepard landau, luka, dr. veritas ratio.

✐ GENRES/TAGS I'LL WRITE.

nsfw, sensitive and heavy topics, female reader, breeding, degrading, cum kinks, praise, fluff, angst, mental illnesses i have (e.g. depression), comfort, no comfort, headcannons, thirsts, drabbles, submissive, dominant, hate sex, somnophillia, non-con, overstimulation, public fucking, masturbation, age gap (21+ reader obv), violence (for plot), aphrodisiacs, possessiveness, obsessive tendencies, fighting, realistic, modern au, smau, death, trauma, crossovers, dumbification, husband/wife, older characters, minority (only purely platonic), dark content, pregnancy, cheating, mental health, personal letters, song recommended fics, and more things that fall into the warning category of dead dove.

✐ YOU RECOMMEND THIS YOU'RE DELETED.

incest, stepcest, true yandere, cuckhold, scat, piss, irl politics, polygamy relationships, male!reader, trans!reader, eating disorders, disorders i'm not allowed to discuss.

╰► TO AVOID CONFLICT in regard to not writing for the opposite sex and the transgender pov, i simply cannot. i'm inexperienced in that field, and even i struggle a lot when writing the female pov as well.

understand that i am not able to because i am female myself, and even if i do take the route to research, it wouldn't feel comfortable for me, and i'm bound to get things wrong on some aspects. that's all. ⸻ (quick link to go to my inbox)

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 AND 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

• AGED UP CHARACTERS?

uh, well. i am kinda tempted to write for aged up for some characters, but ONLY to those who are closest to my age like fushiguro megumi, 1-2 year gap of me and etc. as for characters like yanqing, or anyone else around his age, i'm not one to age up ones that are canonically young until said to be older, with that established, i'll be only writing platonic for characters like him.

• DO YOU WRITE—?

yeah. probably. go back to chiyosohub productions section and skim through the popular genres area, thats the shit i feel comfortable to write. ask for confirmation before requesting.

• ARE THESE REALLY YOUR EDITS?

mmhm, all of the media, dividers, banners and layouts are all from me and edited by me, please don't copy what took ages for me to finally settle on, thank you. besides, every edit has a well hidden watermark and cleverly placed too by yours truly.

• REQUESTS/COMMISSIONS?

i'm not in the right mental state to fulfill requests quickly in contrast to other writers, however, do feel free to pitch in ideas and, i'm actually considering comms for my editing work, but lmk if you wanna support me that way.

• WHY'RE YOU SO SLOW AT POSTING/ANSWERS?

right, i'm someone who frequently struggles with mental health, i consistently deal with burnout, exhaustion and perfectionism, plus i'm trying to break the cycle of my people pleasing too. my most recent relationship broke me to the point where nothing mattered but him, so, i'm quite literally learning to love things again—writing for example.

i'm not gonna be perfect at it, but i'll always try to strive for the best. i'm also stressing out about the fact that as someone who took a few years to take a break from school life, then suddenly i'm plunging in into a world where you train as an adult? shit is actually not helping my geto-like spiral lmao.

tl;dr writer deludes herself with hot fictional men, anime and games, all while college fucks up my sleep schedule even more. that, and her motivation's in constantly in vacation.

hope that answers your curiousities, good fuckin' luck interacting with my ass LMAO — chiyoso.

#— [THE MOON SHINES WITH ORDER] ••#` 2023 CHIYOSO. All media made by me.

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stillness-in-green · 6 months

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Fanfiction Writer Bingo (+a silly poll)

Got tagged by @scumtrout, whose example I'm following in explicating a few squares, albeit with more shilling.

Talking Points:

Smut Content: For the most part, I virtually never get even as far as sexual content that would meet the bar for mature—two fics that depict sex acts without explicit details/body part terms. The only explicit sex scene I've ever written is still less than a third of the length of the fic as a whole, which I guess makes it only debatably smut. Is there a percentage you can exceed at which point the sex becomes part of the story rather than the story itself, or does any sufficiently explicit sex scene make the whole of the work smutty? Well, in any case, my writing is usually gen enough that the one story with the explicit sex scene the whole story is leading towards feels smutty by my standards.

Unbeta-d Fic Posting Crimes: I get extra pairs of eyes when I’m writing specifically gift fics, but otherwise I basically do all my own beta, which does mean I sometimes miss things. That happens less if I take the time to paste a work into a different format or look at it on a different device—it’s true and good advice that doing that freshens up text to your brain!—but I’m just not hugely stressed about pruning out every single orphaned word or stray comma in writing I do for fun.

So Self-Indulgent: This will be more prominent if I ever do more with the ShigRD mermaid AU (which is, my god, so self-indulgent—mind control powers? 100% The Author’s Fetish), but the Gundam IBO Wedding Fic is pretty much twenty-two thousand words of me rolling around in post-series character dynamics and throwing worldbuilding absolutely everywhere I think it will stick. I’ll also throw in a shout-out to the extreme silliness that was See the Blazing Sky Before Us, a Yuletide treat I wrote involving Doctor Doom, Gwen Stacy (Sorceress Supreme version), and Santa Claus, with the aim of replicating in prose the effect of reading one of those really over-the-top Jack Kirby comics from the 1970s.

Multi-Fandom Drifting: I have a very established pattern of fandom migration, so most of my fic writing is done in multi-year spans of same-fandom-ness. That said, I certainly have written for more than one fandom in my life, particularly during the years I was doing Yuletide.

Research Before Riting: I often just bracket things off when I’m writing first drafts and do the deep research on the second pass, but there are also cases where the whole fic rests too much on research I need to do for me to even start drafting before I do the deep dive. In either case, have a silly poll about it!

Deserves More Attention: I fear Moon Shot Aim is too spliced in with Overhaul/Nemoto to appeal to people who want more fic on Lady Nagant, and too Lady N-centric (as well as being a bit esoteric with its soulmate mechanic) for the people who want Overhaul/Nemoto, but I’m really quite happy with both ‘sides’ of the story, and wish it could get a bit more love. Likewise, I wonder if all the OCs in the first chapter of The Way You Survive Is… scare people off of a story that is, in all of its subsequent chapters, much more focused on the canon characters. Alas that my dedication to exploring the MLA as a group means I’m willing to make up a thousand MLA OCs before shoehorning in a canon character where I don’t think they fit!

Finally, have a few brief notes on two boxes I didn’t check—

1: Formatting my meta for posting is absolutely hellish, but I don’t typically do very complicated things with my fanfic.

2: While I did once want to be a professional writer, I fear it’s one of those ambitions that’s somewhat fallen by the wayside as I’ve gotten older. Some of that is a matter of not having the energy/freedom to really focus on it in my financial situation, but it’s also the case that my two major original projects suffered from opposing problems—one was a story with a vastly underdeveloped world, and one was a rather nicely developing world with no specific story to happen in it! But who knows; I do have periods of going back to dabbling with original projects, often in between my intense fandom periods, so maybe I’ll get something off the ground yet.

(Thank you for reading this silliness. Come back next week to finally talk BNHA's hospital attack.)

Tagging @codenamesazanka, @robotlesbianjavert, @leftofrevolution. @evilasiangenius and @megkips, if they would like to play. Here's the template!

#memes #my writing?#silliness #stillness would like to point out that the legal forms mentioned in the poll were being sent by a literal demon lawyer #to a small child who had just regained her memories of her past life #in which she initiated a cosmic lawsuit against the prison dimension Carceri #turns out it's hard to draw out a lawsuit longer than the plaintiff can afford when the plaintiff is a serial reincarnator!#the epilogue for that D&D game was A Lot #specifically A Lot more than I could fit into the poll option

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dudeandduchess · 3 years

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Baseball Player!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: ❌📛🔞Locker Room Fun🔞📛❌ (Modern AU, NSFW Scenario)

Summary: (Y/n) visits her husband during training, and is in for a surprise when he makes the most of things… in the locker room.

Note: After a while of thinking, I decided to finally pick this back up. Also, I didn’t have much time to research, so the description for the stadium’s interior is based solely on my experience. 😅

Warnings: Smut, Teasing, Vaginal Fingering, Mild D/s Themes, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Hair Pulling, Loud Sex, Mild Sadism, Semi-Public Sex

***

If (Y/n) were to take a guess, she would say that Kyōjurō was doing what he was doing just to tease her. From the way that his ass looked so good in those pants, to the way that he would stretch his arms up over his head and show off his muscles— she had to admit that he looked scrumptious.

Tasty enough to make her bite down on her bottom lip, as she squeezed her legs together to alleviate the need building between her thighs.

But, as far as she knew, Kyōjurō couldn’t have known that she was there— since her visit was supposed to be a surprise. That fact made it so that Kyō wasn’t doing anything on purpose; he was just that naturally sexy.

Especially with the way that his uniform clung to him, and the way that a few strands of his hair peeked out from beneath the cap he wore. Everything about him had (Y/n) fighting back her lust, and she was barely winning.

However, when Kyōjurō spotted her in the stands, he gave her a cheeky grin and wave— as well as a saucy wink— that had her practically swooning in her seat. It was just fortunate that she was good at keeping a poker face, otherwise everyone would have known just how flustered she felt inside.

And with the way that he started stretching his legs, and squatting on the field… (Y/n) swore that Kyōjurō was really trying to get mauled, by her specifically. Unfortunately for him, his wife had more self control than he gave her credit for.

If anything, he was the insatiable one when it came to sex.

So, instead of outwardly feeding into his provocation, (Y/n) merely clenched her thighs tighter together; simultaneously wishing for Kyōjurō’s practice game to drag on, and be over already— because it meant she could either keep on ogling his sexy ass, or she could finally get the kiss that she’d been craving since after he left that morning.

An hour and a half later though, the game was already over with Kyōjurō’s team winning with a two-point lead. Cheers were thrown around, as well as friendly thumps on each other’s shoulders— yet Kyōjurō merely grinned at his teammates and threw a wave over his shoulder, before dashing towards the ground railings and lifting himself up onto the bleacher area with ease.

He even found himself taking the stairs two at a time— like that would help him get to his wife faster. Meanwhile, (Y/n) got out of her seat and met him halfway; arms wide open as her husband wrapped his own arms around her waist and hugged her tightly to his chest.

“I missed you, baby!” And without so much as a care about their spectators, Kyōjurō leaned in and slanted his lips against his wife’s delectable mouth. He even went saucier and opened his lips to snake his tongue between her lips— loving the way that she immediately gave in to his whim.

From below, they could hear whistles and cat calls, yet they paid it no mind. Rather, (Y/n) couldn’t focus on anything else except Kyōjurō’s lips sucking on her tongue, as well as his hands making their way down to her ass. And, unmistakably, she could feel his cock slowly getting hard against her.

“I can tell, Kyō,” (Y/n) answered with a cheeky grin, catching her breath during the reprieve that her husband had given her. “I can help you out with that… at home.”

“I can’t wait that long, (Y/n). I want you so bad,” Kyōjurō whispered heatedly, cupping her ass in his hands and pushing his erection more insistently against her body. He would have given in and just fucked her right there, especially with how tempting she looked from the moment he saw her, but he really wasn’t in the mood to be fined for indecent exposure.

So, as if a lightbulb went on in his head, Kyōjurō put a stopper on his overflowing need for his wife, and blurted out, “I have an idea… but we just have to wait a few minutes.”

“Why do I both love and hate the sound of that?”

“Trust me, baby. You’ll love it.”

***

And not even half an hour later, (Y/n) found herself getting dragged into the underbelly of the stadium; her footsteps echoing against the concrete floors and walls.

Everything was so wide and spacious, with carts going to and fro every once in a while. It was honestly a little daunting, which was why (Y/n) found herself hugging her husband’s arm; on top of already holding his hand.

Kyōjurō also smiled and waved at a few people, even going to accept a few hand shakes and pats on his shoulder from people they passed by. He was the epitome of a golden boy in baseball, that it was literally stated in his contract that he had to keep up a good rapport with his fans.

And (Y/n) couldn’t help but let her thoughts get the better of her— admiring her husband so much, that it made her want him so much more than she did before. Everything in her told her to pounce on him, like he had with her, and she was about to…

That was, until she and Kyōjurō reached a door that led off to a carpeted— and much quieter— area; away from the hustle and bustle of the people outside.

It smelled like disinfectant in there, and a little bit of sweat, which was why she was thankful that Kyōjurō practically ran with her deeper into the room; until they reached the showers. On one side was the communal shower area, and on the other— where her husband was pulling her to— were a few shower cubicles.

Kyōjurō wasted no time then, merely looking around to check if his teammates were already back from their cooldown workouts, before stripping his uniform off and heaping them in a pile right outside the stall.

All the while, (Y/n) could only bite down on her bottom lip as inch upon inch of her husband’s skin was revealed to her. And from the way that his abs looked, down to the way that his muscles moved— everything was making her so wet and needy.

Especially the sight of his big and hard cock.

Before she could stop herself, she had already pounced on him; wrapping her arms around his neck, while he lifted her up and held her up under her thighs. Thankfully, she had conveniently ‘forgotten’ to wear any panties beneath her sundress— as if a part of her just knew that it was going to happen.

Kyōjurō then pressed her back flush against the cold tile in the stall, making her gasp at the sudden temperature change, and making his cock twitch right where it was flush against (Y/n)’s pussy.

“Be quiet, baby, otherwise we’re going to get caught,” the young man teased with a grin, leaning in to kiss his wife’s lips, before nipping at her bottom lip with his teeth.

The action had (Y/n) chasing after the blond’s lips, making the blond chuckle as he gave in to her wishes; capturing her mouth in an open mouthed kiss, which she gladly reciprocated.

Until Kyōjurō inched his right hand higher up the underside of her thigh, pressing his fingers against her entrance and even pushing his ring and middle fingers inside up to the first knuckle.

That action, however, was already enough to have (Y/n) moaning in pleasure, all while she crossed her legs by the ankles— using that leverage to start rubbing her clit against the underside of Kyōjurō’s erection.

“Please, Daddy,” (Y/n) whispered in a plea, eyes fluttering closed as she felt his fingers going deeper inside her— scissoring within her walls, all to get her much wetter for something bigger.

“Please what, baby? You have to tell me what you want,” The young man teased, kissing his wife’s cheek as he felt her thighs clench harder around his hips.

And, as if to stir her up even more, he began to move his hips against hers— dragging his cock against her clit, in turn making her eyes flutter shut as salacious moans spilled free from her lips. “Please… fuck me. Fuck m-”

(Y/n)’s words were brought to a pause when she felt Kyōjurō’s fingers pull out of her, leaving her pussy feeling so empty; much, much needier. However, before she could even beg for more, her husband had already taken pity on her and lifted her up a little bit, if only to align his cock right with her entrance.

Then, he pushed in the barest inch— making (Y/n) moan aloud as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her breaths came in short bursts then, with her head feeling so heavy and her entire body getting so warm for him. It was as if an electric current passed through her, with how much pleasure she got from that one move alone.

Kyōjurō couldn’t help himself, he pushed in even more, gritting his teeth when he felt (Y/n)’s hands at the back of his neck— one of them scratching at his nape, while the other one curled into his hair. “Fuck, baby, I didn’t even eat you out but you’re this wet.”

“I’ve been wet since I saw you on the field, Daddy,” The young woman admitted through a moan, eyes hazy with delirious pleasure even as she tried to look right into her husband’s flame colored eyes.

At that, Kyōjurō claimed her lips in a kiss, letting it consume both of them until he moved his hips to begin thrusting against her. Every push of his cock inside her had her moaning against his mouth, all while her fingers kept tugging at his hair and gently scratching at his nape.

It only served to egg him on, to the point where a part of him didn’t care about how loud they were being; not when he was drowning in so much pleasure, and so much warmth in his wife’s arms.

Really, he’d already known that he was so lucky to have her— that moment was just reminding him of how much.

Every move felt like it was knocking the breath out of (Y/n), yet she held on tight and let herself sink into the heady pleasure she had been craving for. Especially when Kyōjurō pushed in really deep and brushed against her cervix.

Her legs tensed up at that, as a mix of white hot pleasure with just a hint of pain, ran down her entire body. “Deeper, Daddy! Deeper, please!”

Kyōjurō did as she asked, angling his hips to hit the part that made her absolutely crazy, only to be rewarded by her tightening her legs around his hips so she could meet him thrust for thrust. Her efforts weren’t doing much, but it was enough for him— given how he had her pressed up against the shower wall.

In the midst of things, he’d almost forgotten about his teammates— and how they would be done with their cooldown workouts soon— so, when the thought hit him, he began to thrust faster. He chased after his and his wife’s orgasms enthusiastically, not minding the noise they made since he was sure that no one other than them were in the showers.

If anything, them being so loud was turning him on even more. Especially with the way that his wife kept moaning his name in between kisses; he was loving every second of it, and wanted to prolong it as much as possible.

But slowly, he could feel the pleasure finally about to reach a tipping point within him. It was evident in his wife too, what with the way that her walls clenched down around his cock.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought that she was trying to keep his cock in her forever. A hot thought, but definitely well within the realms of fantasy more than reality.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” He whispered through winded breaths, keeping up with his initial pace before going for one last burst of speed— a move that had (Y/n) keening in pleasure, as she threw her head back and came around his cock.

It was the headiest thing that he had seen since the night before, when he’d fucked her much harder with her all tied up in their bed. And it also served to have him opting for slower and deeper thrusts, all so he could savor his own orgasm— and maybe wring out another one from her.

Her walls fluttered around his dick, adding to the headiness he already felt bubbling within him; pushing him closer and closer to the edge, until he couldn’t take it anymore and gave in— sliding his cock in to the hilt and pressing his slit up against (Y/n)’s sweet spot as he came.

He could even feel her shaking, as it triggered another orgasm from her.

And by the time that his thoughts were clear enough to make sense of what had just happened, he pulled back a little to look at how blissed out his wife was; feeling the corners of his lips tip up into a smile, before he leaned in to press the sweetest of kisses to those lips that he loved the most in the world.

“I’m so lucky to have you, baby. So, so lucky.”

***

BONUS:

“Has anyone seen where Rengoku went?”

Kyōjurō’s eyes immediately widened when he heard the voices coming down the hall— right into the shower area. And with a panicked look over his shoulder, then right at his wife, he had only realized that he didn’t even pull the shower curtain closed.

So, with his quick reflexes, he pulled the curtain closed just in time to hear the first of his teammates enter the shower area.

“Hey, Rengoku’s already here! His things are on the floor.” And those words had Kyō panicking even more, because there he was— with his dick still in his wife— in the team’s shower.

“We are not doing this again, Kyōjurō,” (Y/n) hissed under her breath, all while praying that no one would mess with her husband and open the curtain. Because really, they’d get more than they bargained for.

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sj-ficrecs · 3 years

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1,000+ followers fic rec!

Recently noticed at some point a little while ago I passed 1,000 followers on this page! In honor of that here’s another fic rec of some good ones I’ve been reading lately. As usual, no specific order.

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE!

(Hopefully this shows up in tags bc my last one didn’t & tumblr wouldn’t fix it)

Thanks to @whimsicalrogers for this divider I’m using below :)

Bucky x reader:

3B by @softlybarnes Bucky x reader

“Bucky is used to being alone, so is the girl living in apartment 3B. He keeps to his routine, to crossing off amends. But mutual loneliness forges an unlikely friendship. Alone and reclusive, sweet and incredibly strange, with deep secrets and regrets, 3B has more to reveal than meets the eye.”

(un)cool by @belowva rockstar!Bucky x reader

“in the summer of 1973, after covering the howling commandos’ concert for a night, you - a young and inexperienced music journalist - accidentally end up following the up and coming band from new york city across the country. between shows, parties, backstage nonsense, interviews and failed attempts at writing a cover story for rolling stone magazine, you end up developing a love/hate relationship with their brooding, but devilishly handsome, guitarist james “call me bucky” barnes. (based on “almost famous”)”

Your Song by @summergrls Rockstar!Bucky x reader

“it’s not summer without you. or, that’s what your favorite rockstar always says. it’s all happening.”

Last Love by @wicked-mind Modern!Bucky x reader

“Based on the quote “He may be your first love but I intend to be your last” by Klaus Mikaelson.”

Remember Me by @wicked-mind Modern!Bucky x reader

“Y/N and Bucky were the unlikely match when it came to love, but they were inseparable since they met. After a fight, Y/N left to be a trauma surgeon in the military and returns without her memories. How will Bucky remind Y/N how she is the fire in his bones?”

Cake by @tellmealovestory (Part of the Something More universe) Modern!Bucky x reader

“The wedding plans continue as you and Bucky try to decide on a cake flavor.”

My Eyes by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Bucky x reader, past Steve x reader

“Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.”

The Mess by @sanguineterrain Bucky x Avenger!reader

“A wild night in Vegas changes everything between you and Bucky. Suddenly, all eyes are on you and you’re left wondering just how much can change between you and a man whose guts you hate (and who also hates yours).”

The Devil Has Lilith by @write-orflight Bucky x reader, soulmate AU

“They say your soulmate is supposed to be the one person you love unconditionally. So why did they make yours so insufferable?”

College!Bucky series / Couldn’t Be Me by @drunken-imagines College!Bucky x reader

Bucky is a known fuck boy trying to win over reader

Best of Friends by @anna-phora Modern!Bucky x reader

“When your best friend steals marries Bucky’s best friend, the two of you are left with only one solution: to become best friends yourselves.”

Back to You by @celestialbarnes Modern!ex-Bucky x reader

“desperate to find a place to stay after your boyfriend cheated on you, you end up crashing at bucky’s apartment, the problem is he’s the ex that you never really got over and he’s got a new girl who doesn’t like you very much.”

It’s Been a Long, Long Time by @luminnara Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

“When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back…and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!“

Friends Don’t by @watchtowerindistress Bucky x reader

“Reader is in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Bucky Barnes. Rule #1: no feelings - so don’t get attached (written by Bucky). Rule #2: don’t ever stay over (written by (Y/N)). After a fateful mission, one of them is going to break all the rules.”

Just a Touch by @buckychrist Bucky x reader

“Your powers? Controlling any feeling a human can have, from emotions to pain, with a simple brush of your fingertips. Your mission? The traumatized soldier with sad stricken eyes and scream filled nightmares.”

Under Pastel Skies by @redgillan Modern!Bucky x Artist!reader

“Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.”

A Long Ways Away by @ai-unknown Bucky x reader

“Connection, reconnection, and a small miscommunication. Bucky will travel however far, if it means making you smile.”

No Rest for the Wicked by @abovethesmokestacks Trucker!Bucky x reader

Based upon this ask: “i have the absolute weirdest urge today to get railed by trucker!bucky in a motel in like southern florida🤨 and it’s late too, maybe 3-4 am. the place is kinda seedy & it’s rlly humid and hot outside & the ac barely works so we’d both be sweating a lot but it makes it hotter”

Meanwhile in Louisiana by @multifandomwriter Bucky x reader

“You are Sam’s best friend and you meet Bucky when Sam organizes a party down at the docks.”

A Tender Heart by @river-soul Alpha!Bucky x Omega!reader

“You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpected fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit.”

Steve x reader:

Jane Doe by @justkending Modern!Steve x reader

“They weren’t next door neighbors, but they did live in the same apartment complex. However, they were on completely different sides of the complex. Steve always sees her across the way doing her daily routines and way about life on her balcony from his own. Something about her has him checking in on her from across the way when he can… She’s intriguing and has a way about her life that he finds calming and captivating. He wants to know more about who she is, but there’s no non-creepy way of approaching a neighbor that doesn’t know you exist. Is there?”

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carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich · 2 years

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What do you think an AU where the Diaboys and Yui are just normal humans would be like? I imagine something like this:

The triplets, Subaru, Kou, Yuma, Azusa and Yui are college students. Shu, Reiji and Ruki work at the company of their billionaire father, Karlheinz.

Kino is the unrecognized son who seeks to take over his father's company and take revenge on his brothers.

The Mukami and the Sakamaki do not get along well.

Yui was adopted by Karlheinz when she was ten years old, however, she did not grow up with the Sakamaki and Mukami brothers, (Karl kept her away from his sons and his wives).

As in canon, Karl would be very pleased if Yui falls in love with one of his sons.

The Tsukinami are one of the richest and most powerful families in the world and as in canon they see Karlheinz as their greatest rival.

What do you think? I think my headcanons are very cliché, so feel free to add your own.

I don't think there's anything wrong with clichés anon! And I wouldn't have said your headcanons are anyway.

When I imagine AUs where the diaboys are normal humans, I will admit it's usually for the sole purpose of shipping myself with Shin so they tend to be routed in my life and my own experiences to a degree.

I definitely like the idea of the guys being college students rather than high school students, especially as they're all older than the ages they give for school so the only character you're really aging up is Yui.

Personally I like the idea of Karl being a businessman/politician because it ties into his identity as Sakamaki Tougo (and also because I think the characterisation of bastard politician fits him well).

I would imagine that rather than having the Sakamaki brothers for his experiments like he does in canon, in a modern AU, Karl uses them as tools to further his public image, same thing with the Mukamis.

I personally wouldn't have Karl adopt Yui because I'm just not too into the idea (she deserves a good parent) but if that's what you want to picture then more power to you. I'd probably have her brought in by Karl in the hopes of fixing his sons attitudes after they cause some sort of media ruckus, secretly planning on handing over the business to whoever ends up with her as it'll make for good press if his successor has a pretty well-mannered wife. The Mukami brothers are brought in to make sure his sons don't terrorise her too much, but they see it as a chance to prove that they're better than Karl's biological sons so Ruki can inherit the business.

As for the Tsukinamis, in any sort of AU where they're human, I tend to headcanon them as coming from an old money family that's recently fallen into ruin. Personally I'd set it up so that Giesbach was some sort of political rival of Karl, who then had a very public fall from grace (courtesy of Karl himself although whether the Tsukinami boys know that would depend on how friendly I want them to be with the Sakamakis in the AU).

The family fall into debt as it turns out Gies made a lot of ill-advised business decisions and Krone starts to suffer from a disease (maybe something hereditary) and passes away. Driven mad by the public humiliation and death of his wife, Giesbach becomes convinced Carla is plotting something against him and takes any remaining family money and flees. This leaves Carla and Shin pretty much penniless, made worse by the fact Carla appears to be suffering from the same disease as Krone. Shin ends up having to take a bunch of part-time jobs so they can afford somewhere to live, with Carla swearing he'll find a way to restore their family name and potentially get revenge on Karl.

It's not exactly glamourous but I do think it fits the situation they're in in DF.

I'd stick with Kino being Karl's illegitimate son who wants to shame the Sakamaki brothers and the Mukami brothers for a shot at getting the whole damn inheritance.

Anyway these are just a couple of my thoughts on it, if you don't like them then please stick to your ideas anon!

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versadies · 3 years

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Heya! May I request a childe x reader where the reader is an influencer who does 3am challenges (like stormedy)? Like when childe shows her his foul legacy form and he’s floating she thinks it was the ghost and screams ‘OMG YOUR POSSESSED BECAUSE YOUR FLOATING! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN THO I SWEAR I SAID BYE ON THE OUJABOARD-‘ and childe would be like ???> Or maybe at 3am childe wakes up to his s/o screaming ‘WERE ALL GONNA DIE SIRI IS GONNA KILL US!’ anyways thank you ^^

POSSESSED (modern!au, hc scenario)

penpal: hope you don't mind me making this sort of a crackfic. this prompt made me laugh a lot ngl

pairing/s: childe x gn!influencer!reader

warning/s: spoilers to liyue archon quest (all acts) and mentions of spirit-related stuff (please do not try to use the oujia board!)

sypnosis: one night while you two are getting ready to go to bed, childe decides to show you his foul legacy transformation, thinking that you might leave him because of it. that is until he accidentally scares you, making you think your lover is possessed by a spirit you talk to in the ouija board.

note: i decided to make this au like the one i did with ningguang x reader anniversary fic whereas teyvat is more modern but still has its special stuff (like the adeptus, visions, archons, etc.). with that aside, enjoy!

-> out of all the things childe didn't expect himself to do, he did not expect himself to date an influencer.

-> at first, he was confused with the purpose of your content and has so many questions about it– you're actually willing to risk your life for those who watch your videos? do you actually sleep? how do you know if there's a ghost or not?

-> it wasn't until he sees your reactions that he starts to understand why so many people love your videos. although half of your viewers don't believe that what you're doing is true, they only watch solely to be entertained from your reactions.

-> he honestly doesn't mind the screaming and the noises you'd make while he's trying to sleep. in fact, he'll sometimes actually join you on your so-called adventures and finds himself having fun with you. if you beg for it, he'll even record you.

-> surely with him accepting your career even if it affects his sleeping schedule, you'd also accept his despite what he did throughout his job, right?

-> ever since childe told you about his job, he was thinking if whether or not he should tell you about his delusion. he's honestly relieved that you didn't mind him being a harbinger, but is it safe to say that you wouldn't mind him having the one thing that could potentially kill him if he's careless enough?

-> after countless of thoughts that won't go away, he decided to tell you about his second secret one night when you're not recording another video.

"where are you going?" you ask, sitting up from your bed as you watch your lover walking out to the door, not bothering to turn on the lights. "i'm going to uh, show you my secret?" childe explains, not taking a glance of you as he walks out.

as soon as he closes the door, you were alone. you would be lying if you said you don't want to at least take a peek of what childe is doing outside of the room. does he have something you don't know of? is he actually just making an excuse to give you another expensive gift? or was he just trying to scare you?

suddenly you heard the door creek open, causing your breath to hitch in surprise.

"...childe?" you asked, trying to turn on the light. you took note of how his footsteps are oddly.. loud along with how he's being quiet. is he purposefully stomping on the ground?

as soon as you turn on the lights, you screamed.

"OH MY GOD!" you yelled, frantically crawling backwards from the now floating creature. "BEGONE SATAN! B-BEGONE!"

"y/n wait, it's me, childe–" you scream even more in surprise from the creature's voice. how can a voice go that deep?! you thought to yourself.

"OH MY GOD CHILDE IS THAT YOU?! ARE YOU POSSESSED?!" you shriek, falling from your bed without realizing it. "I'M SO SORRY CHILDE, I SWEAR– I SAID GOODBYE TO THE OUJIA BOARD, I MADE SURE OF IT!"

as you continue to try to back away from childe, he watches in both confusion and amusement. "y/n calm down, it's just my–"

"OMG DON'T WORRY CHILDE, I'LL GET THAT DEMON OFF FROM YOUR BODY!!"

he then sighs. this is going to take a while.

30 minutes have passed, the two of you finally settled the conversation calmly– with childe having to turn back to normal in order to calm you down from the fright.

"uh, are you alright now?" he asks, giving you a glass of water as the both of you sat down by your shared bed.

"uhm, yeah, yeah." you replied, voice hoarse from screaming so much. "sorry about that, that was uhm.. uncalled of me to react inappropriately."

"oh it's fine, it's uh, understandable really."

the both of you slowly went silent, both embarrassed and awkward with the situation you're in.

"so..." you place your drink by the night stand. "do you usually... use that form whenever you fight??"

childe shook his head, his shoulders tenses. "not exactly. it's only for emergencies since it uh, has some side effects if i use it too long."

your eyes widens slightly. "oh."

he looks at you nervously. "...do you... hate me for it? for having it?"

you shook your head instantly. "no, no. if anything, i think it looks... cool." you confessed, chuckling to yourself. "i was just really surprised because it wasn't exactly what i was thinking when you said you want to show me something."

he smiles, relaxing his shoulders. "well, your reaction is hilarious–"

"w-well in my defense, i was playing with the ouija board the other night! you know how i am." you defended yourself.

before childe could comment, the both of you heard a loud thump by the room beside yours, causing the both of you to flinch.

"...please tell me that's one of your side effects for your uhm, other form."

"...only if you actually have a footage of yourself saying goodbye to the oujia board, then i might answer your question."

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emilvr · 2 years

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also LOL i am a whore for any songs by the neighbourhood but SPECIFICALLY crybaby （*´▽｀*）the line “but u know, when u know” … now what if i said enemies to lovers albedo? WHAT IF I DID? the potential he has in like a modern au setting i am gonna rip my hair out. this all under the cut IM NOT EVEN SORRY? i am mentally unwell 🥰😳👍🏻 also some kaeya x reader in this sorry i love him too he deserves the tumblr dot com slash lumiluvr spotlight too 😋‼️

the whole academic rivalry because let’s face it lots of us love academic validation…. but albedo just does it cause he gets a kick out of seeing u frustrated/annoyed at him solely bc he thinks it’s funny. and it takes u fucking ages (bc i love the oblivious reader trope i wont even apologise for it) to realise: holy shit this asshole doesn’t even CARE about this ‘rivalry’ !!! and good god imagine the smug look on his (handsome .. 😒) face when u ask him for tutoring help … MF IS ALL LIKE: oh? you’re asking me for help? let me hear it again.

u, looking away w/ embarrassment: albedo can u help me

albedo, (smugbedo): hm? what was that? you want me to what?

u: i want ur help

albedo: is it just me or is the rain rlly loud today ^__^

u: this mf. -_-

and like… u take time to open up and albedo welcomes it don’t tell me he doesn’t like a challenge. but he doesn’t even see it as a hardship he just. accepts it all and thinks it makes you even more u. definitely teases u to celestia and beyond and isn’t even sorry for it. but if anyone where to tease u about a grade he is the first person to step in w/ an eerily calm voice and expression … CAN U SEE WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS.

but u still think he’s an insufferable asshole (which .. he is insufferable he gets a kick out of it) and when u meet klee the definition of sunshine it like: how r u two related. she’s so sweet and loving and ur … not 😒 and he just laughs at u/gives u a small smile. klee refers to u as “big bro albedo’s nice friend” … eventually calls u big sibling u GUYYYYYSSS… klee is so baby.

but my fave part is like … when the whole “rivalry” thing just disappears. and he becomes something so much more than a friend and the smug fuck knows. he knows how you feel about him but won’t make a move because it’s so much more rewarding seeing you awkwardly clear your throat and avoid his eyes from embarrassment and when you fiddle with your shirt sleeves OH BOY !!!! will purposely do stuff to make you heart pound in your chest but never gives you the impression he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, if anything it just proves how much he likes you BUT HE JUST NEVER SAYS IT OUT LOUD

and when u finally confess you’re breathing hard bc holy shit is confessing nerve wracking and he just goes: took u long enough ^_^ and ur just like: what did u just say. and u two start arguing outside his house and klee and kaeya (best wingman i will get to it in a sec) just watch u like: 😒😇!!!

doesn’t sketch u in ur good moments. sketches u with ur double chin and when ur a little bloated and when ur breaking out. and he looks over the little art pieces with fondness in his eyes someone tell this man he is in love before i bang my head on a wall

kaeya tries embarrassing him but the kick albedo gets is … he just doesn’t feel embarrassed he’s just like “yeah i like [y/n] what of it” OHHHHHHH LAWD !! but reality is kaeya is the bestest bff u can have and i will die on this hill and listen him and albedo r a package deal ok. u date albedo ur new best friend is kaeya and if u date kaeya then BAM ur new bff is albedo who crashes ur dates.

no cause u and kaeya r sleeping together (not like that 😋) and u wake up early next day looking at albedo’s face. and when u start screaming and run downstairs and wake up klee … awkward conversation over albedo’s morning coffee (cold milk and instant coffee don’t question it)

he also will crash ur dates with klee first it’s u and kaeya going on a fall walk and before u know it there’s a polaroid of klee smushing ice cream on ur face … lord have MERCY

anyway i might add onto this but feel free to send me asks on modern au mondstadt people (specifically jean i am in love with her miss gunnhildr PLEASE PICK UP MY CALLS??????????) especially the ladies (lisa and jean. that’s who i’m referring to.)

#albedo #꒰ა♡໒꒱ fiadh !#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader

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ktheist · 3 years

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ghost of a kiss.

muses. duke’s son!yoongi x marquis’ daughter!reader x crown prince!namjoon / professor!yoongi x student!reader x detective!namjoon

genre. historical au. reincarnation au. modern au.

words. 5.3k

note. nobody come at me for the header pls. or as bretman used to say, like fuck i’m tryin i’ve only been doin this for 2 hours 😭

There weren’t that many things Yoongi wouldn’t do if his father so wills it. Perhaps it was the Min blood coursing through his veins that made him so apathetic to human emotions.

You want to laugh.

You also want to cry, scream and throw the closest thing you have which is your fan at Yoongi’s ever emotionless expression. Just like a blank canvas painted with invisible ink, Yoongi never shows his feelings. Never spoke his mind.

Well, not around you at least.

It was as if you were just a pretty little doll for him to play with –no, he doesn’t even pay you any mind. He just sat there, sipping on the cherry blossom tea that the maid poured into his cup and gave one worded answers to the questions you asked after your endless chatter came to, well, an end.

After that, he put up with you a little bit longer when you insisted you’d wanted to escort him out of the garden and to the front of the mansion where his carriage awaited.

“Until we meet again, my lady,” he would bow but you would hold out your hand for him to place a ghost of a kiss on like lovers would.

It was always you who were asking for too much.

Always you who were a slave for his affection.

But instead of doing all of those things you dreamed of doing when you meet him again –and meet him, you do– you end up running past the grandeur doors of the ballroom, down the red carpet splayed hallway and into the gardens where red roses glimmer with dew drops underneath the moon rays.

What a heartbreakingly beautiful set up for a damsel with a broken heart.

“My lady,” it hasn’t even been five minutes when you hear that stone cold voice of Yoongi.

“Why couldn’t you just pretend you didn’t see me running like a scared, defenseless mouse after we met. After all, you’ve always been good at that –pretending like I don’t exist.” You wanted to laugh and laugh, you did. It sounds withered, unlike the full blooms of floral that surrounds you two.

“As your fiance, I have a duty to–”

“Duty.” You spit out the word like it’s poison, “was visiting me every fortnight for tea a duty of yours too?”

The corners of your eyes are red from roughly rubbing the traces of tears that threatens to fall on your cheeks and ruin your makeup.

You take a deep breath before turning to him, pushing down a silent sniffle.

“As you may have heard from your father, Duke Min, you’re relieved from that cumbersome duty,” you hold your chin high.

As you should.

Yoongi Min stares at you a moment longer than he usually would. Is it the hair? Your hair’s grown since he last saw you.

Or perhaps the bodice that wraps around you and enhances your curves and bosoms.

‘Perhaps’, you somberly admits, ‘he simply forgot how I looked after four years.’

“As you should have heard from the Marquis,” Yoongi presses, “I refuse to break the engagement.”

“Wha–” the word slips past your lips before you even register it.

“It can’t be undone, his Majesty already approves of the annulment,” you know you’re repeating words your father and brother uttered. Like a hopeful little mouse in the face of a black panther.

“Only with the Majesty’s approval can you request to break the engagement but it’s up to the Min’s if we wish to grant your request –I reject it.” Yoongi stands only a few feet away from you, his eyes appearing darker than black, shadowed by the moonlight.

When he steps forward and out of the shadow, you find yourself forgetting how to breathe. Like a beast in the night, he ambles his way to you elegantly and swiftly.

Before you know it, Yoongi is standing in front of you. And you, a captor beneath those haunting, onyx, splendor. His gloved fingers twirl a strand of your hair around them before he brings the golden locks to his lips.

“I loved you blindly, Sir Min,” you send your gratitude to the gods and goddesses for the stillness in your voice, “I longed for you like a sailor long to sail the seven seas but do you know what’s so wretched about this sort of longing? Only a lucky few manage to love without drowning.”

Your slender fingers curl around his wrist. Even then, you couldn’t close your fist around it –your hand is too small and delicate compared to his. And at times like these, you’re reminded of how woman you are and how man, he is.

“Release me,” the air feels cold against your now damp cheek but your heart is icier, “once and for all. At the very least, I’ll be able to marry a humble Count who’ll receive part of my inheritance once my father dies.”

The scoff that leaves the man’s lips sends shivers down your spine.

“A humble count,” his eyes gleam with mockery, as if he finds your words ironic, “did the Crown Prince of the Isira Dynasty not propose to you? Did you not come back for the sole purpose to tell me you’re abandoning me?”

You suspected the rumors of your getting closer to the Crown Prince, Namjoon, would spread over the continent.

“If you know, then let me go.” You say steely.

It’s the rawness in your tear-stained eyes that steals Yoongi’s breath away. The night breeze that blows past him almost sends him tumbling down like waves crashing against the shore.

“[Name],” he speaks your name for the first time in a long time, the syllables rolling off his tongue like sweet honey, “I’m not a man of many words. I don’t know how to–”

“You didn’t know how to kill either but you got better at it with practice!” Your throat feels as if it’s being grazed by sandpaper.

Your heart, on fire.

It’s the first time you’ve shown a different emotion than that heartwarming smile that looks like you’re meant for spring and blooming flowers. In that blissful moment, you look like one of the crimson roses that bear witness to you and Yoongi’s altercations.

“That’s right, I know what you do,” you nod, gaze burning with acid tears, “all those months spent waiting for you to come back from those expeditions. Monsters weren’t the only thing you slayed, were they?”

“No,” Yoongi breathes out and for some reason, his chest feels like it’s going to cave in and crush his heart.

The sensation is alien to him. Hell, he didn’t know he had a heart to begin with. It was just an organ that kept his blood pumping –he’d gladly tore it out and gave it to his dearest fiancée if she so much asked for it.

But now – now – she’s saying she wants no part of it.

The realization comes to him like poisonous smoke. Spreading around the hollowed part of his chest and seeps into that beating organ of his. Before he knows it, you’re already slipping out of his grasp.

“I’ll break off the engagement,” he finally says, his brain not registering the words that left his mouth, “for a kiss.”

But his heart knows what he wants.

You look at him like he’s crazy, eyes going round and glossed lips parting in a silent gasp. But when he makes no attempt to correct his words, realization gradually settles in.

“Make it quick.”

Long lashes flutter shut, lips pressed in a straight, unwilling line. The hand that clasps around his wrist falls to your side. Your shoulders are tense. You look like you’d rather be with those chimeras Jeongguk’s breeding than here.

Yoongi takes another step toward you.

Your eyebrows knit together when his gloved knuckles caress your cheekbone. The sharp inhale of breath you take as you brace herself doesn’t go past him. A rose, even in the face of the hands that threatens to pluck it, remains fierce and grounded.

The wait feels endless. As if time passes agonizingly slow yet the only indication that time hasn’t halted altogether is the way your heart keeps palpitating inside your chest as though it’s about to explode any second.

Then you feel them –a pair of softest, ghostly, lips on your forehead. As opposed to the hand kisses he left you, this one lingers with a sort of yearning. And even then, it feels short-lived.

As though you will never have enough of Yoongi Min.

“My lady, you look disappointed, if you wanted me to kiss you elsewhere, you should’ve said so.” There’s a mirth in his tone. And for a moment, you feel warm, like the warmth of the sun hugging you.

“What if I did?”

You want to ask but you decide against it. Thrusting your chin up like the noblest of women would, you remind him of the deal, “I’ll send someone to retrieve the annulment papers in a week’s time. I assume it will bear your signature, sir.”

With that, you walk past him, your laced hand brushing against his gloved one but even on the verge of goodbyes, Yoongi Min doesn’t let you walk out of it that easily. His pinky finger hooks around yours like a rusted, weak chain. Unsure whether to keep holding on or letting go.

Yet your feet stop dead in their tracks. Your heart races. Deep down, you know you want him to hold onto you like you held onto him for ten, pitiful years.

“Have a good evening, my lady,” is all he says, his hand falling away and he begins strutting to the opposite direction you’re heading even though there’s nothing in that direction besides a maze made of rose beds.

But you don’t plan to ponder too much on it. Namjoon, the Crown Prince, is waiting for you back in Isira where you’ll build a new home. A new life. And with a loving husband.

Or so you thought.

That was a lifetime ago. To say you opened your eyes to a twenty-one year old body in a world plagued by motor engine propelled and electronic devices –would be a lie.

This body is yours.

This life is yours.

You remember your first step, first successful ride on the bike after your father took off the supporting wheels, your first fall and the rest of your firsts, seconds, thirds and so on. And as such, you remember your first time meeting Min Yoongi.

At the age of twenty-one and him, twenty-six, his emotions are hard to pinpoint.

He isn’t much different in this lifetime.

His hair is a shade of rich brown that could easily pass as black if he’s not walking underneath the sunlight. He’s taller than the twenty-two year old boy you last saw before your carriage crashed into the ditch –that was the last thing you remembered from your last life.

No, you didn’t die. But the rest of your life past that point was blurry.

And here he comes, all in his dark colored vest over a white undershirt and black trousers. Professor Min Yoongi is nothing short of perfection.

“[Name], do you have a minute?” He approaches you like a panther; soundless and undetectable.

Before you know it, he’s five feet away from you and if you were to make a quick u-turn, it would be too obvious.

“I’m afraid not professor, I’m sorry, should I email you at a later time so we can discuss matters of my assistantship?” You put on your best smile and he lifts a dubious brow that screams that he sees right through your lie.

Yet he doesn’t press on.

Instead, he offers another alternative –though completely disregarding the last bit about the email, “right, then meet me after class.”

“I-I’m afraid I can’t do that either professor, I have to rush to Cyber, right after–!” You almost choke on your words.

“I’ll talk to Professor Park about that,” he says simply and taps you on your shoulder like any good-natured professor would with his top-performing student.

It just so happens that you’re extremely good at the class he teaches, which, ironically, is Neurocriminology.

“Professor Min?” You knock on the intimidating wooden door and hear a curt ‘come in’ from the other side before pushing the door open.

Behind his desk, Yoongi looks up at you through his long lashes and straight into the windows of your soul.

Even in your second life, his piercing stare affects you.

But you tell yourself that it’s because he’s just devilishly handsome and you’re humbly a woman.

That, and he and Professor Park Jimin are the youngest professors in the department.

“Those assignments over there need sorting.” Yoongi points to the pile of papers in a box perched on the coffee table as though waiting for you to arrive.

“Yes, professor,” you breathe through your mouth and swallow back the words of accusation that threaten to fall past your lips.

You did volunteer to be a student assistant but you never thought, in a million years, that the man who resembled your fiancé in the past… Well, on paper at least. You never thought he would pick you as his supervisee.

The room is silent save for the rustling sound of papers fluttering as you shift through each assignment and place them alphabetical orders of the name. Every once in a while, you can’t help but steal glances at the man seated behind the desk. With his hair slicked back and the cuffs of his wrist rolled up to his elbow, he looks like every girl’s modern day prince charming.

“Why are you so keen on running away from me?” His husked tone cuts through the silence.

“Pardon, professor?” You blink, not catching the meaning of his words until a moment later.

Your cheeks heat up under his piercing gaze, the recollection of the occasions you fast-walked to lose him in the hallways burning in the back of your mind.

“I-it seems I always have places to be… classes to attend, I’ll make sure to meet you every morning to confirm my tasks, professor,” you can’t just confess that he has a face and name of the man you once loved in your past life.

If you so much spoke of your remembering you’d be sent to the asylum.

A ghost of a smile tugs on the corners of his lips but it was gone as soon as it came. You’re not sure if you’re just seeing things.

“Very well, send me the location of your apartment so I can pick you up tomorrow,” he doesn’t look up from the screen of his Mac when he says that.

“P-professor?” You blink, disbelief coloring your complexion.

“You said you’d meet me every morning, yes? I always have my breakfast at 7:30 AM at The Curve, we can discuss matters of your tasks over breakfast.” He goes on like it’s just another day of him assigning you a task to complete.

The next morning, you sit with your back straight, staring at the pancakes Yoongi ordered for you. The sweater he wears over his vest makes him seem more relaxed than his usual vest and tie look. His long lashes almost brush the top of his cheek as he casts his gaze down at the leaf shaped latte he’s drinking.

“Professor, I double checked with the administration office and they gave me a list of things I have to do to complete my assistantship. From the tasks you’d given me, I checked off at least three of the requirements,” you take out an azure blue notebook where you flip to a page that has a piece of paper and slides it across the table.

“You came prepared,” he muses, an amused smile playing on his lips and your little heart does its little flips.

“I take it you’re writing a paper on neuroscience and human behavior –if there’s anything, I can help you with, please let me know,” you return his smile with a schooled one –the kind that you use when you’re dealing with strangers.

“Sure,” the professor nods, “I could use some help researching neurodivergence.”

The conversation flows smoothly. The worries you harbored for the whole of your university life now dissipated. You were at your most comfortable when it comes to academia. Your passion lies in your interest in criminology and the one man who you could engage in an intellectual conversation is none other than the man whom you tried so hard to avoid.

At some point, you think your worries, silly. Just because they share the same face and name, doesn’t mean they share the same memory. For all you knew, you could be the one in a million who remembers your past life.

That is, until Yoongi asks, “were you happy?”

He uses the word ‘were’ to refer to the past. It takes you a moment to register that he didn’t mean your childhood nor adolescent years.

And when you finally put two and two together, you can almost hear your heart drop. You thought you’d be sweating bullets and heaving for air from the tangible pressure this conversation brings.

But before you could say anything, Yoongi speaks again, “I won’t push for an answer, I know where that led me before.”

He casts his gaze down, long, nimble fingers picking up the cup of latte and making the regular sized cup seem miniature in his hand.

It’s a few days later, as you accompany him to another university to meet with a fellow specialist, that you finally say, “you never pushed me.”

Stirring the cup of black coffee, sitting at one of the round, two-persons tables in the cafe of the Sociology Department, you go on, “in fact, you never asked for anything at all. I was always the one asking for too much, giving just as much.”

‘I loved you too intensely and I burned too bright.’ These are the words you never dare say.

Loved.

Because you don’t love Min Yoongi anymore.

Perhaps, that’s why you’re unusually calm.

“I can’t remember everything –only bits and pieces. That night,” you swallow –you don’t need to steal a glance at him to know he’s thinking of the same night; the night you said your goodbyes, “after the carriage crashed, I remembered seeing shadows clash against one another. Namjoon’s men went against the assassins who came for me because I was the rumored Crown Prince’s soon-to-be fiancée. I had to go into hiding after he was demoted to a mere prince because of his brothers’ schemes… at some point, I remember starving because we had nothing to eat.”

A new identity was all Namjoon could offer for his beloved. He spoke of claiming back the throne that was rightfully his yet his supporters scattered all over the continents after the siege. Their spirit waned overtime. He came for you after the shadows saved you but you both lived in poverty until one shriveled up like a dead flower and the other went mad for the crown that was once his.

The way his fists clench with remorseful anger doesn’t go past you, it’s almost as though you can hear him blaming himself for your choices.

You smile wistfully, “but yes, I remember being happy,” the smile tugs into a straight line as you face him with conviction, “would I give everything up for that sliver of happiness again? No,” you shake your head, “now I just want money.”

Yoongi laughs. Like truly laughs out loud with his shoulderline shaking and hand on his stomach. The sound lacks the menace that you remembered him to wear around him like a cloak.

All of a sudden, the air seems to change. The tension you once felt, now dissipated into thin air. A familiar warmth creeps up your neck but you mask it with indifference.

You can’t afford to fall for him all over again.

Not when you’ve had a lifetime to mull over and decide these feelings would die with you –get buried with you.

“What happened after your sister ruined the dukedom?” It’s when you both got to this point of the conversation that you felt your heart writhe inside your chest.

As if physically hurting for the fate that befell Yoongi –at this point, it was just an assumption, but you were sure that–

“Aera tracked us one by one until she killed every single Min,” he says simply, as if talking about a cherished sister who up and left home with the family’s savings a few hundred years ago, “she was the best of us. She knew people like us couldn’t be left alone to live a quiet life.”

In the lulled silence, you notice the festering remorse that dances in his eyes.

He clasps his palm over his mouth as he stares out of the window, “of course, things are different now. We’re not allowed to kill.”

At that, you almost spat out the coffee you’re downing. You couldn’t believe your ears.

“It was illegal to kill then, you and your family did it anyway because you were just so– so… messed up!” You explode partly, voice lowered as you lean over the table, cautious of anyone nearby who might hear you.

“Aren’t you glad neurocriminology gives justification to murderers, well, murdering nowadays?” He smirks, one corner of his lip tugging upwards.

You find yourself breathing in sharply as your heart skips a beat at the sight of Min Yoongi’s dark humor.

The Yoongi in your past life would never be able to even understand a joke –you were sure.

But now it’s you who doesn’t appreciate the humor.

“Is that why you became a professor?” It’s apparent in the way your brows knit together.

“Rather, paired with my previous… knowledge, it’s an easier way to get a PhD and a stable earning,” the shrug makes him appear boyish –younger than he is.

For some reason, he was several years older than you in this lifetime compared to the last.

“Apparently mine deems that I marry rich,” you remark playfully.

“Then, shall we get married? I missed my chance in my previous lifetime and I’m kind of well off in this lifetime,” it’s the easy suggestion of marriage that makes you almost choke on the pancake you just directed into your mouth.

“Professor, there’s just something you don’t joke about,” you say after gaining a semblance of your composure yet your heartbeat drums in your ears and your cheeks feel as though they’re on fire.

Why are you so happy to hear that Min Yoongi, your former fiancé and beloved, entertained the idea of marriage with you even in this lifetime?

“Your sisters... do they remember?” Yoongi asks one fine evening as you’re surfing the internet to research the needed materials he tasked you with.

“How did you know I have sisters?” You blink, surprised.

Yoongi had to mask the involuntary smile that tugs on the corners of his lips when he sees how lovely and adorable of a face you’re making.

“You mentioned them before,” he states, “even if you didn’t, I’d suspect as much since I was born with the same siblings from the previous lifetime –for now, it’s me, Aera and Hoseok, who knows where my dad hid the rest of his children and mistresses.”

“They don’t remember, I tried asking when I first started remembering –was it at the age of eight? They looked at me like a devil just possessed their little sister,” you sigh softly, “it’s better this way. Life isn’t all that easy for them either in the past.”

The cherry blossom tree standing tall and proud one the edge of the field is positioned so that anyone who stood in front of his window would get a full view of raining, pink petals.

“Why do you think we remember?” You ask, staring at the petal that fluttered into the room and found itself atop Yoongi’s deep brown lock.

“I’d say fate’s giving us a second chance but you’d laugh at me,” he plainly says, flipping a page of the journal he’s reading.

And laugh at him, you do, “professor, I didn’t take you for a hopeless romantic!”

“We both changed, you and I,” you told him over dinner at le Saumon de Bord du Lac.

The piano playing in the background and the dim lighting gives off an atmosphere of a romantic evening. The waiter even thought you were a couple and offered a couple’s discount.

Yoongi being Yoongi, accepted it right away and called you his ‘darling’. Your cheeks burn up for a good fifteen minutes until the wine comes and you finish the whole glass in a few gulps.

“No shit, Sherlock,” he agrees wholeheartedly without even looking up from the menu, “for one, I’m not some apathetic maniac who goes around wielding spears.”

“No, you’re my professor and I’m your student, we should never be caught dead having dinner together,” you shoot him a rebellious grin to which he nods.

“Touche,” he acknowledges.

A week later, you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw a blonde haired, hazel eyed man approaching you and Yoongi. You’d stepped behind Yoongi’s broad shoulders, the man almost didn’t notice you at all.

He’s supposed to give a talk on neurocriminology –a guest of Yoongi’s.

“Are you okay?” He asks after you’re back in his office, he pulls you away from the spotlight when he notices your forced mechanical smile and fingers tugging at your sleeves.

“I know, right? Why did I get so weird like that?” You laugh to yourself, as though engulfed in your own world.

It doesn’t take a genius to – or perhaps, Min Yoongi was that, so that’s why he successfully – put two and two together and figured out that his esteemed guest is the reincarnation of Namjoon.

The blond didn’t seem to recognize you though.

But that didn’t stop him from taking an interest in you.

“[Name]... that student of yours, is she single?” Namjoon asked when they were out for dinner with the other professors but before Yoongi could even respond, the blond was already laughing it off, “nevermind, forget what I said. You wouldn’t happen to know anyway.”

“Don’t go around flirting with my students, they need to focus on getting a degree first before anything else,” Yoongi jokingly warned.

Something in his stomach twists and turns, as if a snake was slithering around his intestines, spreading its venom all over him.

But that did nothing to stop you and Namjoon from exchanging numbers and going out to brunches and dinners like he did with you. You keep on tugging on her sleeve and pushing your hair to the back of her ear when you spoke to Namjoon at the next talk he was invited to.

Much to Yoongi’s surprise, despite your obvious discomfort, you’re the one who suggested inviting Namjoonfor the new semester and handled all the matters pertaining to the talk.

“I don’t want to push you because if I do, you’d drift farther away from me and if I pull, you’ll recoil and take ten steps back –there’s no right way,” Min Yoongi has you trapped between the door and his body one afternoon. Particularly, after he saw the name Joonie flash across your screen as your phone vibrates.

You excused yourself to answer the call but just as your hand touched the door handle, his hand rested on top of yours, stopping you from walking out of his office.

“Wh-what are you saying, professor?” You stammer, the now still phone held in front of your chest.

He thinks he sees the tip of your ear turn red but it could be because of the fading winter air.

It was always uncomfortable to watch you and Namjoon interact but Yoongi attributed it to the fact that one remembered the times they spent together in their past life and the other having absolutely no idea yet still falling for your charms either way.

He twirls a strand of your hair around his index finger before he kisses it, “he may have your heart but I’ve loved you first –I’ve always loved you first.”

“P-professor-!” You exclaim, heels turning and so does your body.

No doubt, your sole purpose of turning around to face him is to caution him of his bold declaration –you were like an open book that Yoongi could just pick up and flip the pages to. You’d always been readable, even back then. Perhaps, that was why it felt like a hand clawed through his chest and wraps its talons around his heart each time you put up walls and turn away his subtle advances.

Because he knows winter has long settled in the hollowed part of your chest.

But because of how he was leaning down to kiss your hair, you end up face to face with only inches apart. There’s no mistaking the blush that spreads across your face, washing away the initial surprise of finding yourself so close to him.

“Call me Yoongi,” he implores with that deep, husky voice of his.

It’s the way he looks at you. Like he’s frightened beyond belief that you’d do exactly what he thought you would; take ten steps back –that makes your heart thump unceremoniously in your chest.

“Y-yoongi… we shouldn’t…” you murmur weakly, eyes tracing his soft lips before snapping up to meet his gaze.

“May I kiss you?” He knows he should let you go to answer the call –what you do and who you see in this lifetime is none of his business.

And yet, he can’t bear the thought of you walking away from him in this lifetime. Not when there’s the second chance he made a pact with the devil for.

Fate and the devil, what difference are there if they meant to serve one purpose?

You nod.

And all of a sudden, he’s back where it all ended. In that garden where roses bore witness to their tragic love affair.

He leans in and presses his lips on your forehead ever so gently –it feels as though if he puts any more pressure, you’d break like you’re made of glass.

“Kiss me for real –if you kiss me on the forehead, it feels like you’re saying goodbye,” your eyes flutter open and your brows join together in protest, he feels you tug on his shirt impatiently.

The softest of smiles graces Yoongi’s lips and you think your heart is going to explode into millions of pieces. Is it not enough that he’s the reason you almost forgot to breathe?

“Wasn’t it you who was itching to run away from me?” He teases, pinching your cheek and just like his hand kisses –you still feel them ghost over the back of your hand every once in a while– his touches are feather light.

“Only because you were an emotionally constipated idiot.” You argue back, lips puckered in protest.

“Then, if I may… my lady…” he trails off, index finger curled under her chin, tilting you face up.

“You may,” you giggle against his lips, arms tracing up the planes of his abs to his chest and find home around his neck as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

(“I was only putting up with Namjoon because he’s the head of the criminology department in Incheon –I was thinking of applying for a job there after graduating.” You confess some time later once you’re at le Saumon de Bord du Lac.

“Huh,” Dion blinks, not expecting that.

“Did you think I was going to date him in this lifetime?” You giggle as if you already know the answer, “true, he’s still as handsome as ever, but we did go broke and… I never truly loved him.”

You cast her gaze down, cheeks burning with warmth, shyness overcoming you all of a sudden. If he could, Yoongi would gather her in his arms and embrace her like he’ll never let go.

But he settles with a reach of his hand on top of yours on the table, thumb caressing the spot just below the knuckle of your fourth finger.

“In this lifetime… definitely.”)

note. this was shared on a discord server and posted on wattpad under a different pseudonym!

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what's a scenario you really want to write volo in but haven't had a chance to yet?

› ❝ munday questions.

guess who has to put this under a cut bc they got wordy... meeeee

oh this is genuinely a really tough question... i had to rattle my brain around because i have so many good thread ideas in the works with others that my usual check-list feels checked off, but i thiiiiink... i'd really like to dabble with something regarding the sinjoh ruins, past or present. it's something i've talked about before and i'm working some plotting stuff out with a friend right now, but outside of that there are a few different avenues i'd like to explore with it! the ruins of alph, too. less of 'haven't had a chance' and moreso 'i haven't really voiced my thoughts on it.' i want to write more involving the celestica too, but might be more of a drabble thing than an interaction thing.

other than that... legendary / mythical encounters are always something i'd like to explore ( i know i owe knight's darkrai an ask so i'm :eyes: ), whether they go pretty alright, mediocre, or horribly terribly bad for volo.

thinking about it and tbh i have to wonder what it'd be like to throw volo at any of the modern gen villains, especially ones who had tried conquering gods of their own? you know, talk villain shop. in general, i'd like to do more with my modern verse, so i'll have to write up a proper verse explanation for it when i'm more awake!

this did remind me though that i'd love to throw him at a cyrus sometime, but i don't know if there are any active that i've seen? i think it'd be a fun time to dissect their similar-but-different worldviews and means of going about them. also how do you react when this run into this survey corps' captain's great-great-great-grandkid who wants to do what you do but like, not in the way you wanted to do it, you know? encountering the protagonists from gen 4 in the modern day is something i'd like to poke at too; whether they remember him or not depending on if they got isekai'd back - or maybe they remember him from before getting isekai'd? - he sure would remember them.

volo... traveling. volo traveling to modern celestic town. volo... how volo met giratina, i'd like to see how other giratina mun's interpret it and play with their ideas on their dynamic and write out other people's ideas for it, because i love seeing people's perspectives / interpretations by things!

speaking of cyrus... my original blog headcanon that i'm kind of wiggles hand about now because i don't think it fully makes sense anymore given the lore we know Now but i'll probably turn into an au on this blog is like... volo being a vessel for arceus. or more specifically, a failed vessel of arceus that was abandoned late-creation process because it felt unnecessary and was left to live a normal life, so that's why he feels so empty, because he literally doesn't have a purpose. i don't really know how much i could do with it or what interactions i could squeeze out of it, but it's def something i want to explore either in drabbles or anything else.

'volo wins the battle with the protagonist' is something i'd like to chew on, solely because i'm curious on what would happen if he had won. i can't imagine it'd go as he'd planned and it would not be a fun time for him, but definitely something to throw at the wall. in relation to this, divine retribution if he ever did try to actually subjugate arceus would be interesting? i think arceus deserves to knock him flat on his ass from his pedestal. as a treat. another related to this is like... this is definitely probably something better suited for a drabble, but writing volo grappling with the fact that like if he did create his ideal world or try and force arceus to, it'd be impossible to fulfill because it's an extremely unrealistic dream for what he wants. i'd like to see him have to swallow that down.

god volo... i do think of him as a concept. no clue what i'd do with it yet, but i do think of it. cannot imagine it'd be smooth sailing for him though.

aura users... i've talked with a friend about his aura being very, very intense. he sure can't use it, but this is something i'd less imagine is a big scenario and more like 'oh that's a cool detail to note, i wonder if anything can spiral from this.'

outside of that... i just think general relationship building is neat. good or bad, healthy or toxic, whatever the case, i just really like writing dynamics against people and seeing what comes from that and where they could go, but again this is less 'i don't have the chance to' and more 'oh man i need to reply to my threads.'

sorry this got so long, i hope all this makes sense!!

#actually i can answer some since im eating but ty anon for the ask! <3 #anonymous.#ooc.#asks.#prompt: munday questions #long post

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juleswolverton-hyde · 3 years

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Not by the Moon | 07

Genre: Smut, Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Drama, Tragedy, Werewolf AU, Supernatural AU, Bookshop AU

Pairing: Bookshop keeper!/Werewolf!JB x Reader

Warnings: A philosophical slant, (heavy) angst, Werewolf!Jaebeom being absolute hubby material, Werewolf!Jaebeom being awkward and (a bit of a) pervert, domestic fluff, talk of medication, apparently werewolves don’t like to wear clothes (what is my canon...), talk of life and death, mention of blood, mild swearing

Summary: Every story has a purpose or goal it is dedicated to, their authors at times going to great lengths to see the project they once started to completion. Nevertheless, the things the writers swore on to see their latest art piece to completion are static.

Unchanging.

None of them swore by the Moon nor Love because they can solely genuinely swear on all that changes like themselves.

And yet, a wolf in love foolishly swore by the moon.

That is when Time truly started ticking.

Author’s Note: This chapter is from Jaebeom’s POV.

Well, here it is, earlier and much longer than originally planned. It’s also a lot more tragic and philosophical than I intended it to be, but then again, what else can you expect from a tragedian fascinated by the human condition even as it is translated into the realm of the magical?

I think I just thought of the modern literary movement I might belong to: magic realism.

It’s a crying shame the Decadent Movement isn’t active anymore, though, because that one truly feels like a good fit for me both as an author and an individual. Ah well, c’est la vie.

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There is nothing better for a wolf than being with its mate.

Well, there is one thing.

Having them completely at your mercy as you’re inside them.

I still don’t understand what the plastic wrapping is good for, but Jinyoung was very insistent on using it while we drove to the airport. And Y/N seemed glad I had whatever it is, her scent even betraying a hint of relief. However, one day, I hope she’ll tell me not to use it.

No, that’s not right. There’s a word for the… whatever it is.

A condom.

That’s the word.

I hope she’ll tell me not to use a condom. It doesn’t matter whether I’m in season or not, although the chances she’ll pup are higher if I am. I want pups with her, a little pack of our own. I want it to be our toddler running around the park, chasing its sibling. Then again, will I remain human long enough to see them grow up?

Will I even remember their birth on the day they’re born?

Will I still be here?

Or remain without a family, a proud bloodline?

I slowly open my eyes, blinking a few times to get used to the sunlight bathing the room in a warm golden hue, swallow hard and force myself to calm down. There is no use in contemplating this now, not this early in the day nor in our time together. What counts is that I’m here now with Y/N in my arms and we’re in her apartment somewhere.

A faint whiff of brine seeps in through the air cleaner filter above the window overlooking the city. A gull flies by and lands on the roof of the building opposite ours.

Sea. Rusted metal. Right, the old harbour.

A high-pitched noise, a disquiet hum followed by a sigh, makes my ears perk up. I look down at the lady sleeping on my chest, curled up and fingers balled into small fists similar to a bunny’s paws. More importantly, however, she’s perfectly alright and was only unconsciously trying to get more comfortable.

A breathless chuckle rises in my throat at the display. Y/N’s adorable even when she’s fast asleep, her lips parted yet not enough to allow drooling.

I, on the other hand, am another story. I don’t do it often, but I must have been so tired last night I triggered the habit. The finger I swipe over the corners of my mouth comes away wet both times.

Oh no, I didn’t drool on her, did I? Would she mind, though, if I explained it’s a sign I’m comfortable with her?

It isn’t hard to guess the answer to the question. She would beat me over the head, likely with a shoe, and say I’m not allowed to bite her at all anymore. Not even in the future.

In a hurry to discover whether I made the fatal mistake, I check her messy hair but keeping my movements controlled to not wake her up. Fortunately, there are no locks sticking together nor a trail running down over the side of her face.

With a deep sigh, I slump further down into the bed again and kiss her crown. However, I don’t go back to sleep despite the comfort of the sheets. Instead, I lift the lady’s head and gently put her down on the pillow as I get up, carefully calculating every movement like I do when hunting to make sure she won’t wake up or notice my absence in her unconscious state.

The faint smell of burned iron comes from somewhere when I rearrange the sheets to bundle Y/N up. My mouth dries up, throat blocked by something I can’t swallow as a familiar stench disturbs the morning happiness. Former intentions abandoned, I claw through the sheets to try and discover where the rank odour comes from.

Did I hurt her? Is she bleeding? Why is she bleeding? Where is it? Where’s the blood?

As suspected, the frantic search wakes the pretty lady. Propped up on an elbow, eyes half-closed and brows furrowed, she turns to me. “Jae, what-’’ she yawns, “What’re you doing?”

Barely has she asked the question or I find what I’ve been looking for.

On her side of the bed, between her thighs, is a puddle of dried blood.

Where did it come from? Did I… Did I do this?

I grab her by the shoulders and pull her close to check her condition, turning her this way and that as each thought grows more troubled. “Are you okay?” There’s nothing to see on the bare skin of her upper body. “Are you hurt?”

Maybe the wound is somewhere lower, on her hip or leg. I didn’t bite her last night. Right? I didn’t hurt her. At least, I don’t think I did. No. Surely the wolf- I wouldn’t harm her. I had enough control to prevent that from happening. Yes, that’s the case.

But then, with a fading mind, how much can I trust myself?

“Jaebeom, I’m fine. What are you- ah.” Y/N notices the spot of dark crimson when I pull the sheets completely off the bed and toss them aside. She lets out an incomprehensibly careless chuckle, evidently oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

“What are you giggling about? Y/N, you’re bleeding!” I bark, lost.

A small paw cups my cheek, her thumb caressing the skin in an attempt to calm me down. “You took my virginity. It’s natural to bleed a little when that happens.”

“Are you still in pain?” Even though it’s natural, surely it’s not without repercussions. Otherwise, the stain wouldn’t be there.

“No, I’m not, silly. I’m okay.” She kisses the tip of my nose when I let out a whine, unhappy with the response. Withal, a curious tone in her voice overtakes my own displeasure. “Are you?”

Why do you say it like that?

She sounds weird, hinting at something I’m supposed to find as obvious as she. Yet, I have no clue about what it can be. So, I tilt my head and stare blankly at her, waiting for an explanation. “I’m fine.”

My choice of words makes her visibly flinch despite the effort to hide it. The sleepiness which glazed her eyes evaporated, leaving them devoid of the amusement at my failure as a human. The recognizable sour note of anxiety creeps back into her scent, setting off alarm bells in my mind. “I’m alright. No pain. Happy to be here. Happy to wake up next to you.”

I rub her arms in a poor attempt to make her calm down, have her scent return to its spring-like fruitiness. She is supposed to smell like fresh fruit still hanging from the trees, yet to ripen. Not like fallen fruit beginning to decay in the summer sun.

“Okay,” is all she says in response before she pulls away, the absence of the warmth of her palm sending a cold shiver throughout my body.

The world always seems a little colder without her.

“Want breakfast?” A low grumble pierces the silence following the question, giving me enough of a response. And a reason to get my head, no, that’s not the idiom. To get my thoughts ordered. Organized. To get my thoughts in order? To think about… stuff. Last night. This. Everything. “Never mind. I’m making you breakfast. You have to eat.”

I stand up and head for the bathroom to first get rid of the weird plastic wrapping she put on me last night. Having thrown it in the bin there after a bit of an awkward struggle removing it, I move to the kitchen. Nevertheless, I don’t start preparing food right away. Instead, I pick up the grey hoodie I gave her from the bag between the sofa and chair facing the kitchen. I remember how she held it up to her nose, breathed in and basked in the scent.

My scent.

A fragment of last night’s memory.

I remember we had sex and that she told me I’m her first, but afterwards things are blurry.

Smell. I said something about how nicely she smells. Not really an original compliment since I’ve said it a lot already, but I can’t help but focus on it.

And then…

Then…

Then instinct took over because I let it, thinking I’d remain in control even though I let go a little. After all, I’ve learned enough to know how to deal with the wolf inside thanks to the rehabilitation procedure Jinyoung put me through and supervised. Since then, there’s been a healthy balance between human and beast in my mind.

Or, rather, there was one.

I think.

Another boundary to watch out for. I have to keep myself in check. No more experimenting.

Because to do so is to forget.

And I want to remember.

I stop absent-mindedly thumbing the piece of clothing, drape it over the armrest of the sofa and head into the kitchen to make breakfast. Unfortunately, the fridge quickly brings my plan to a halt, empty except for a pack of soy milk and a tray of eggs. The groceries Jinyoung and I got were only enough for dinner last night and there are no leftovers.

To be fair, she did just come back from a trip abroad. But still, is there really nothing to work with?

I sigh in defeat and grab the plant-based milk to pour it over the apple and cinnamon granola I find in the cupboard above the sink. At least it’s food and drink in one meal.

From the drawer next to the oven, I grab two spoons which I put into the bowls, grab the hoodie from the couch and return to the bedroom.

Y/N sits with her back turned to me, but flips around a little too fast for my liking once she hears my paws approaching. “Jaebeom?”

The terrible mixture of barely suppressed horror and genuine concern in her gaze has translated into her voice, which is cold and calculating. The sour note of anxiety hasn’t faded from her scent, creating a stone to sink to the bottom of my stomach because there’s only one thing that can be a distressing factor this early in the day.

Me.

Withal, the reason why she’s scared puzzles me since I haven’t done anything out of the ordinary. I’ve simply been me since I woke up.

Human.

Although, that’s me now.

Last night, I don’t know who or what I was though it isn’t hard to guess.

The pretty lady traces the deep indentation in the headboard of the bed with her fingers bent to resemble a claw. “Did you do this?”

Did- Did I? No. I- I don’t know. I was less strict with myself last night and don’t remember much, but surely I wasn’t gone enough to do this.

I hope.

I think.

I’m not sure.

But the reality provides the necessary evidence to repute any kind of denial I can offer.

I set the bowls down on the nightstand and crawl back on the bed to sit next to her. Gently, I nudge her hand aside to mimic her action, my own fingers perfectly fitting into the large gash. “I don’t know.”

A surge of violence shoots throughout my body, triggering the nagging feeling of a forgotten memory strong enough to knock the air out the lungs and split my skull with flashes of a memory. Nevertheless, the fragments pass by too fast to make sense of them and the mere attempt to do so worsens the headache. I flinch and scramble backwards with a paw- a hand pressed to my head as if I can thus suppress the pain. Yet, I remain unable to look at anything but the damage.

“I don’t know,” I repeat, my voice hardly louder than a scared whisper.

“I felt your skin move beneath my fingers last night,” Y/N starts, catching my attention with the timid response suggestive of requiring more explanation.

Exactly what I don’t have since I can’t even explain it myself.

This shouldn’t be happening.

“I think I did, at least,” she adds doubtfully on a shivery breath. The sourness sweetens to doubt instead of anxiety. Nonetheless, it’s still worrying she’s ill… uncomfortable.

“Did I-“ I swallow hard, forcing out the words describing my worst nightmare. “Did I transform?”

“Transform?’’ She briefly turns her gaze from me to the indentation, lips parted in an attempt to articulate a thought that’s dismissed with a headshake the second thereafter. Her attention returns to me, her expression slackened. ‘’What are you- What… No, you didn’t, but you looked far away. Retreated further into your own world, more so than you normally are.”

“That’s good,” I mumble, nodding as I, too, briefly return my attention to the claw mark. “Was human. Good.”

Still, need to talk to the weird-smelling intruder. Doctor. Friend. Name, his name. Jinyoung. Jesus, man, get yourself together. Your name is Im Jaebeom. You’re a twenty-eight old werewolf that- no, who runs a bookshop called Paper Souls. Jinyoung is your friend, doctor and supervisor appointed to you by... by... some organization.

“Jaebeom,” the pretty lady puts her hand on my shoulder, features softened instead of frozen and marred by fear, “have you taken your medication yet?”

The natural fruity undertone seems forced to be stronger.

You should be scared. I might have- I made that claw mark. Why treat me like a human? I’m a wolf.

“Me- Med-“ The strange word barely registers until a spark of humanity recalls its definition. “Medication. Pills. No, I- I haven’t.”

“Let me grab a glass of water and get them.”

She ruffles my hair, jumps off the bed and rushes out of the room. I listen to her bare feet lightly treading the floor as she moves on the other side of the wall, hurried steps going from the hallway, where she rummages in my coat for the rattling bottle of pills, to the kitchen. There, she opens a cupboard to grab a glass. The loud clinking of glass alongside the sour undertone in her scent indicates she almost accidentally caused several to fall out and break on the tiles. Fortunately, judging by the deep sigh of relief, Y/N could prevent it from happening.

She turns on the tab, fills the glass with water, turns the tab off and walks back into the room.

“There you go,” she says, handing me the small brown bottle and water.

The mattress dips a bit when she sits down next to me with one of the bowls filled with cereal in her hands. After stirring the spoon around like she is trying to evade something, Y/N finally takes a first careful bite. Nevertheless, she starts eating properly after I kiss her temple, which is an apparently effective form of encouragement. I have to remember that.

Quietly seated in the golden sunlight, we have our first breakfast together. I don’t mind her watching me as I’m taking my medication, measuring out the amount Jinyoung told me to take. Or, rather, as much as the label notes I should. Immediately my gag reflex is triggered when I put them in my mouth, the taste of bitter metal extremer than before so it’s like licking one of the rusted over buoys drifting in the harbour.

He’s increased the nightshade and silver. Damn, I think even the worst coffee tastes better than this.

“That bad?”

“Yep.” I open and close my mouth, nauseous due to the sickening taste lingering on my tongue. To prevent the bile rising in my throat from escaping, I gulp down the water. Unfortunately, it only washes down part of the bitterness.

She holds up a spoon with milk-soaked granola to feed to me, but I turn it down and shake my head. I might actually throw up if I eat anything right now.

Disappointment flashes across her face, though it’s gone in an instant as she puts her bowl down and stands up. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

“But... food,” I meekly offer and point at the half-empty bowl on the nightstand. She should put herself before me.

Because I’ll be fine.

“We’re missing something important. Coffee,” the bunny-like lady playfully responds before she bounces off again to the kitchen.

The pleasant and slightly sweet scent of instant cappuccino warms the apartment, replacing the sharp scent of frozen water alluding to hail later on in the day. It’s a little early in the year, but soon the first snows will fall.

Hopefully, she’ll move before then so we can spend Christmas in her cottage. Although, it doesn’t even have to be the holidays. I’d light a fire, drape a blanket over our shoulders and keep Y/N close to warm her with mine as we read and look at the snowfall.

Like a snowflake falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling before our eyes, so we pass through life. At this rate, I think the next snowfall might be the last I’ll see.

Consciously.

Meaningfully.

Like a human.

The snowflake will faintly fall on the man I am, descend on the husk I’m becoming, while she will continue living.

Without me.

The living and the dead.

I smile wistfully until the same shot of pain treks through me as when I tried to fill in the gaps of the fragmented memory. Folded in on myself, cold sweat on my skin and short of breath, I press my palms against my snout to push the agony away.

The pained groaning must have alarmed the pretty lady because she rushes to my side and pushes one of the mugs in her little paws… hands in mine. “Here, take a sip. The caffeine will help.”

As told, I nip at the hot beverage. Indeed, the cappuccino lessens the headache and cold shivers that ran down my spine and threatened to spread. Though I dislike instant coffee, it actually tastes good when she prepares it. I sigh in relief, blow on the coffee to cool it down, and slowly drink it while Y/N caresses my jaw and ear just the way I like it. At the same time, she comforts me with her soothing voice, murmuring words of solace and assurance as she sits down next to me again.

I could listen to you all day. Maybe I should ask you to read to me sometime. Although, not maybe. I’ll ask it later. Note to self, write a note on your phone to ask her to read to you. Also, make note of kissing her temple.

My reverie is broken up by a comment which rubs me the wrong way. “I have to go to the office later today-’’

“Already? You just got home.”

“They’re counting on me, Jae. Besides, I’m not that jet-lagged.”

“It’s not healthy. You should stay home. Rest,” I bark. Her eyes widen, taken aback by my bluntness.

She opens and closes her mouth, planning to say something yet deciding against it. Instead, she tugs my ear. “I’ll be fine. And you have your shop to look after, so let’s both work hard today.”

“Still,” I take another sip, “I don’t think you should go.”

“As long as I have caffeine, I should be able to manage. How about this? I’ll come to your shop as soon as I’m done with work and cook for us. We’ll have a cosy night in like we had last night.”

“Last night was ‘cosy’ indeed,” I murmur, hoping she catches on to what I’m alluding to.

“It was. I really liked it.” Her lashes flutter with the memories of last night, cheeks tinged pink. Unfortunately, the heartstopping girlish giggle is short-lived and becomes serious too soon. “But while I did, I think we shouldn’t do it again so soon.”

“Agreed,” I respond, mind occupied by the ripples of transformation and the splashes of pain wanting to remember something significant only communicated in incomprehensible flashes.

Distorted.

Like the memories of the forest.

I need to call Jinyoung. He needs to know.

“What shall we eat tonight?”

The change in subject is welcome, but also a confusing bridge to cross. How can humans go from severe to casual without a care? The aspect of communication has me furrow my brows as I try to work out the mech… work… nuts and bolts behind it. Nevertheless, I answer the question. “I thought you had a plan already.”

The corners of her mouth curl up into a cat-like grin. “I have no idea, so that’s why I’m asking you. You’re a better chef than I am.”

“I’m not that good,” I murmur, my ears lowered like a shy pup. “But I’d like something we can make together.”

“Pancakes?”

“Yes!’’ I bark, leaning in and grabbing the sheets to contain the excitement at cooking together. ‘’Yes, I’d like that!”

A flicker of doubt passes over her face, hesitant in the way she tends to be when it concerns food. However, a second later, she taps me on the nose with a content hum. “Pancakes it is.”

While Y/N showers, I clean the dishes and pull the sheets off of the bed so she can bring them to the laundry. Although, maybe I could do it myself. I’d have to text Jinyoung for instructions since he always does mine, but even then it shouldn’t be too difficult. Humans do laundry all the time. It’s part of their routine and if they can do it, so can I.

I hope.

As I’m making the bed and contemplating the process to get at least the blood stain out of the fabric, my mate walks back into the room. Her wet hair is bundled up in a towel that’s smaller than the one wrapped around her body. The addition of the scents of cherry blossoms and matcha to the blend of summer fruits drives me dizzy as she moves to the wardrobe.

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help looking as the towel falls to the floor to reveal her naked body. An appreciative growl unconsciously rises from my throat, a surge of heat culminating between my legs.

Just one more time. I’ll keep myself in check. Behave. I’ll behave.

“Jaebeom,” cheeks flushed, Y/N glances over her shoulder, “don’t even think about it.”

“Sorry,” I mumble as I shuffle to her side to help her put on her bra by closing the clasps. When they click in place, I place a kiss between her shoulder blades, feeling her shiver against my lips. “I know what we agreed on.”

I wrap my arms around her waist and let my head rest on her shoulder. Eyes closed, I try to keep a clear mind as she scratches me behind the ear.

“It’s not necessarily... that.” Her voice is light, wanting to move past the concerns of last night with humour. “It’s rather the thought I wouldn’t get to leave for the office at all if we go back to bed.”

“You’re right.” I decide to play along, if only to give us both some peace of mind. So, I bury my nose in the side of her neck, nuzzling her and earning myself a bird-like giggle that spreads a nice fuzzy feeling inside. “I wouldn’t let you go. We’d read the day away with coffee.”

“Tea, in your case. Doctor’s orders. I don’t want you bouncing around the place. You’re my calm, well, sort of calm bookish wolf. Not a supercharged husky.”

It’s a lame joke, but nevertheless makes me laugh.

“What will you wear today?” I ask, glancing at the clothes on the hangers.

Here and there, there’s a colourful item in the collection. Withal, the majority of the items are mono… one-toned... black and white items to be switched up with a dark-shaded checkered blouse.

My attention drifts to the long white dress with lemons. The fabric is on the thin side, which makes it suitable for summer or a warm spring.

I’d love to see you in that dress, if only just once.

She pouts her lips. “I was thinking about grey high-waisted jeans with a black button-up shirt and ankle boots.”

“Wear my hoodie,” I whine, upset my… my girlfriend. That sounds nice. My girlfriend. It makes me upset that my girlfriend doesn’t plan on wearing one of the things I gave her. “You like the grey one, right?”

“I do, but-’’

“Then wear it.”

She sighs, shakes her head and turns around to look up at me. “There’s something like a dress code at the office.”

“Don’t care.” I nudge her nose with mine, bark lowered to a woof to persuade her to go with my choice. “You’ll look better. More pretty.”

“If you put a pair of boxers on, I’ll wear the hoodie. Deal?”

“But they’re uncomfortable. I only wore them because Jinyoung told me to.”

“Then I won’t wear the hoodie.” Little devilish will-o’-the-wisps light up her eyes as the corners of her mouth curl up into a taunting grin. “Shame. Now my colleagues won’t get to see I have a boyfriend.”

The tables have flipped since I’m apparently not the only one who’s good at using their charms.

Nevertheless, reluctant to start a fight over this, I let out a compromising chuff. “Okay, fine.”

Humans and their clothes. I like yours, but you’d look even better in mine. Still, I’m only doing this because I want every male at your office and in the city to know you’re mine.

No matter what size they are, clothing is a thing I absolutely haven’t missed. Notwithstanding, to please my mate, I wriggle myself back into the tight short trousers and the loose pants to wear over them. Y/N gives me a warning look when she sees me fumbling with my shirt, hopefully missing out on the obvious clue I secretly hope she’ll let me off easy.

Of course she doesn’t.

“Yes, Jae, also the shirt,” she chastises me like a mother disciplines a rebellious pup. “And the shoes. You don’t want other people to call the cops after seeing a naked man in the streets.” Unaware of the fact I can hear her perfectly even as she mutters under her breath, she adds. ‘’Or me to pick you up at the police station because of it.’’

Amused by the funny image the fantastical scenario creates in my mind, I relent. “Yes, ma’am.”

Once we’re both dressed, Y/N makes way for the bathroom to do her makeup. Ignoring my protests it’s unnecessary since there’s nothing to hide or improve to make me love her more, she closes the door behind her and locks it.

There goes the plan of dragging her out of there by the collar to have her scratch my jaw and ear again instead. A much better way to pass the time, if you ask me.

In the meanwhile, I return to the bedroom to take a picture of the damage with my phone and send it to Jinyoung.

Jaebeom: We need to talk.

Immediately, I get a response.

Jinyoung: Yes, we absolutely do. Everything OK?

Jaebeom: Yes, Y/N is fine. Alive. A little shaken, but so am I. Well, we’re more than a little shaken. Fuck, Jinyoung, I don’t know what happened.

Jinyoung: I’ll drop by later today. I have to give a lecture in a bit and have to see a new patient afterwards. He’s going through the reintegration program right now and needs a little extra help.

Jaebeom: Help with what? What is he?

Jinyoung: A wolf. Not a standard case.

Jaebeom: Anything I can help with?

Jinyoung: I think you need to focus on yourself right now. I’ll be at the shop around two.

Footsteps disturb the silence, going from the bathroom to the hallway.

That was quick. Are females always this fast with applying their face?

It’s a funny phrase, ‘applying my face’. Also, it’s the argument the pretty lady used as the final word on the matter. But she already has a face so there’s no need to apply a second like some Greek god.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Ears perked, I glance around the corner into the living room and in Y/N’s direction.

“Work?” she answers sheepishly, looking back at me with her head slightly tilted to the side. In her hands is the black trench coat she was about to put on.

Fortunately, she’s kept her makeup natural with a golden brown eyeshadow, a bit of a black line to accentuate her eyes and something to enhance her lashes. It’s a natural look which some of the female customers could learn from with their fake lips or chest that makes them reek of silicone and plastic. Their makeup, often overemphasizing their fake features, doesn’t add to their supposed charm. In fact, it makes me turn my snout away even faster if their attitude already hasn’t.

I’d never offer them coffee or want them around more than once.

But not her.

Not Y/N.

I can’t remember if she wore the same makeup when we met, but I vaguely recall a sense of calm and need for protection alongside a strange recognition. A connection that would make all the puzzle pieces of my life fit together.

The missing last piece.

“Not so fast.” I swiftly move to her side to kiss her forehead. No way I’m letting her go without giving her at least one more.

“There,” I pet her head, griggling and sweeping my tail triumphantly, “now you’re free to go.”

“I wouldn’t have gone without telling you, you know?” She stands on the tip of her toes to peck me on the lips, slightly swaying side to side to keep her balance.

So I lean forward to make it easier for her and chuckle against her lips. “Have a good day at work, Y/N.”

“You too, Jae.”

And with that, she puts on her coat, grabs her bag and opens the front door. She lingers in the doorway, waving half-heartedly as a final word of goodbye.

I wave back, faking a smile to see her off without worry.

Being human again isn’t so bad.

However, the deadline is another story.

The shop is as tranquil as it is on any other day. The quietness of unread words hangs between the shelves, the only noise to disrupt the silence being the rustle of a page being turned. Seated by the window as per usual, listening to the hail in the dim light, I read the time away, but whereas it’s normally a form of amusement and pleasure, it now functions in part to forget this morning’s discovery.

I didn’t mean to pry, but I inspected Y/N’s bookshelves before I left her apartment. There was the usual assortment of classics, but also a lot of Asian fiction, a genre I haven’t delved into too much yet. So, of course with the intention of returning it, I took Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami with me.

She must have read it recently because her fruity scent still lingers on the paper. The summer blend distracts me to the point that the movement of the hands of the clock pass unnoticed in the background.

Regardless of the appointed time, it’s half past two instead of two o’clock that Jinyoung comes in. In his one hand he holds a carrier with two paper cups, the sleeves on them decorated with the silhouette of a black wolf and the name of the café printed in vintage letters beneath the design, the letters spelling out Wolf’s. Judging by the scent, it’s tea the doctor has brought with him. Apple cinnamon for me, since that’s the only one I like, and rooibos for himself.

In his other hand, he holds his bag. One of the claps has either not been fastened before he left or came undone along the way. Whatever the reason, it’s clear he came here in a hurry.

“Sorry I’m late. Christian and I had a lot more to discuss than we thought.” Jinyoung stumbles inside, puts the tea and his bag on the counter, and turns around to lock the door and flip the sign so we can talk in private.

A hint of leather mixed with coffee and wood is mixed in with his own.

Male.

Threat.

Teeth gritted and jaw clenched, I make a mental note to myself to keep this scent away from Y/N. To keep this Christian away from her.

“Jaebeom,” the other male sighs. His tone holds a silent warning of being close to breaking some kind of boundary.

“What?” The answer rolls off the tongue as a growl rather than an actual question. Not that it matters since he must have had a lot worse to endure from me. Besides, it’s not him I’m pissed at so he’s safe.

Although, the wild undertone in his already peculiar personal blend alludes to the opposite.

Has he always smelled like this or is this new? He is human, but then why does my instinct tell me to watch out for him, that there’s more than to him? Strange.

“He’s no competition. I think he might have imprinted with my colleague, although neither he nor she might be aware of it.” He rolls his eyes. “The gods know whether Gráinne will do anything with it. I wonder if... no, I don’t think either of them told her anything.”

A grim wistfulness stains his voice, which ignites a curiosity about his colleague’s circumstances. Notwithstanding, that story will have to wait until another day and his willingness to tell me.

Still, I quickly fish my phone out of my pocket, open the notes app, and jot down a short reminder to ask about it at a later date.

“Anyway,” Jinyoung steps away from the door, hands me the cup with apple cinnamon tea, and gestures at the worn couch by the window overlooking the west side of the neighbourhood, “we’re here to talk about you. About the picture you sent.”

We move away from the counter to the sofa. A burst of hail spatters against the glass as we sit down.

I’m glad to have something to hold to conceal the shivers running through my body at the image of the claw mark mixed with the memory of what Y/N told me she felt. Or, rather, thought she felt although I’m certain she actually did feel the first ripples of transformation.

For a moment, we sit in silence as I mentally prepare myself for the conversation. Nipping on the tea with my shoulders curled over my chest, I try to reconstruct last night as best I can.

As much as my memory lets me.

To break the... something. There’s an idiom, no, a phrase? A saying.

I don’t know.

Not anymore.

To make it easier, likely noticing the struggle to say anything, Jinyoung speaks up. “There’s more than the photo. You’re leaving things out, things I need to know to help. What aren’t you telling me, Jaebeom?”

“Y/N-” I begin, my breath unsteady as I restart the sentence, “Y/N said she felt my skin move and if I try to remember last night, I can only recall fragments that give me a headache when I try to string them together. Which I can’t.”

He pales, frozen in place as the weird briny scent sours. “That shouldn’t-’’

“Shouldn’t happen,” I finish the remark.

A horrifying idea arises that sets the hairs on the back of my neck on end and has me nervously tapping my thumbs together as I try not to squeeze the cup in my paws. Nonetheless, voice a low woof bordering on a melancholic whine, I tell the doctor what’s on my mind. “I think the pills stopped working. Completely. I- I don’t think-’’

The world stops, shrinks, and strings my chest as tight as a string as I shrink within myself. Each thought evaporates as fast as the flashes in the wolf’s memory, incoherent if meant to be sensible at all.

The snow hasn’t even come.

I can’t leave her alone.

I don’t want to leave this life.

I don’t want to go just when being human again starts to get good.

I don’t want to be the old me again.

“I think so too,” Jinyoung agrees grimly. “If I increase the silver and nightshade or the doses it will kill you.”

He tilts his head to the side, eyes sharp with focus as he poses the question I’ve been wondering about myself. “Does she know what you are?”

I shake my head. I might be her weirdo wolf guy, but she’d never believe me if I told her what I really am. Besides, werewolves are the stuff of fiction these days.

We’re no longer seen as a real threat nor have the power and status we used to have in the days of yore. We are devoid of an identity acknowledged by humans.

But, if I don’t possess an identity, am I really here?

Alive?

Or dead like the wolf inside?

Paradise is calling, the song of the forest playing like a red thread through my broken memory.

Beckoning me home.

The woods are calling.

And I must not go.

Jinyoung’s new question pulls me out of my reverie, just in time before the train of thought would crash and burn. “Are you going to tell her?”

“No.” I take a sip of the sweet tea, to have a second of bliss and enjoy a new human pleasure.

Another happiness I discovered a little too late.

“Will you at least tell her about your meds?” Even though she’s seen me take them, Y/N doesn’t know what they’re for. But, then again, did she look at the label?

Regardless of whether she did or not, she’s perhaps not truly ignorant to the reason I have to take them. After all, she thinks they combat my amnesia, which is partially true. It’s a half-truth.

But the real reason is a secret I intend to keep.

“No,” I repeat, determined in my answer regardless of the world spinning out of control. “I won’t tell her.”

“She deserves that much, doesn’t she? She’s your girlfriend, Jay.’’ Although his features have softened, the doctor’s voice rises to a fierce bark as he reinforces his point. ‘’Your mate.”

“I can’t tell her,’’ I retort, my bark closer to a growl than a civilized answer. Tears brim on the edge of my lashes, obscuring my vision in spite of my attempts to blink them away. The vision of Y/N by herself in the snow, on her knees in the middle of the orchard, blocks my throat and makes breathing harder than it already was.

The vision changes to the image of a spring day close to summer, warm enough for her to wear the dress with the lemons. She’s seated in the same position between the trees which are now white and pink with blossom. However, whereas her belly was flat before, it’s now swollen, pregnant with pups.

My pups?

No, I have to stay here.

I have to survive the winter.

I have to be here if I ever change my mind and want to start a pack with her.

I must be here.

But the question is whether I actually can.

At this rate, I’m not sure.

I don’t know.

But I know enough to explain why I’m reluctant to tell my pretty lady anything. ‘’I can’t tell her, because the news will hurt her and I don’t want that. I don’t want to hurt her.”

Plus, what am I supposed to say? I’m a wolf that turned into a man and is slowly dying, going back to his old form in which it... he. Am human. In which he’ll be stuck until it- He! Am human! Until he dies?

“Y/N has to know about this, Jaebeom.’’ A hand on my shoulder makes me look up from the floor to the man next to me. ‘’How about I talk to her, tell her what you told me and discuss what our options are as well as a plan for the future?”

“You’re right.” I let out a mirthless griggle. “Fuck, I hate it when you are. But… But how will you… explain, uhm, explain… this- me! How will you explain me? What I am? For all she cares, werewolves are my- myth- fic-’’ I throw my head back, frustrated I can’t find the right word or properly speak.

Jinyoung gives me an encouraging squeeze, kindheartedly chuckling at my failure. “I know what you mean. Nobody comes into our world willingly or at least without a good reason. I think your... situation is enough of the latter for her to get involved too. She doesn’t have to join the branch, I’ll leave that up to her. But, if Y/N decides to believe me, or us for that matter, she’ll at least have a community to rely on when you, you know, you’re...”

“When I’m gone.’’ The hesitance to state the facts makes me grimace and my tone sharper than intended. ‘’We both know where this is heading so just say it.”

“Fine,’’ the doctor puts his hands up as if he’s at the risk of being shot ‘’when you’re gone.”

“What’ll happen to the shop?” I gesture around the paper paradise, changing the topic slightly. Books have been another treasure of humanity I will forever be grateful for, especially since I hopefully have created a legacy with them that’s worth keeping.

The doctor glances around, a somber expression on his face. “Either the university will keep it and maintain it as a potential workplace in the reintegration program or sell it off. I don’t know, real estate doesn’t fall within my jurisdiction.”

“Ah, I see.” I lower my head, gaze averted to the half-empty cup in my paws.

Funny how I once thought of making this a family business or to have at least my pup’s name on the spine of one of these books. If I ever had them, would they like to be a writer? Would Y/N tell them their absent father, I... I love... loved to read?

I force myself to forget the thought, swallow despite having a dry mouth, and shake my head. “Thank you. For wanting to tell her. She’ll come over tonight, so-’’

He holds up his hand to stop me. “I’ll text her so we can meet at a later date. She just returned from a business trip and had quite the evening with you. You two deserve a bit of rest.”

“But what if...”

It’s unlikely, but what if it happens again? What if I spin out of control tonight?

“Keep your temper in check and try to suppress your instinct,” Jinyoung answers matter-of-factly.

So, no sex.

Although the unspoken implication doesn’t come as a surprise, I can’t help but feel disappointed even though Y/N and I agreed on not doing it again so soon. Notwithstanding, it would be a lie to say I didn’t want to do it again this morning. But then there was the pool of blood and the amnesia that ruined our morning bliss.

All the same, flashes of what I do remember from last night replay in my mind.

They say once you’ve had a wolf, you never go back. Maybe because I won’t let you.

She looked beautiful, tears glistening in her eyes, equally as beautiful as her meek whimpers. She’s so small and fragile, easy to overpower.

To conquer.

“Your mind’s…. gutter again, isn’t it?” A groan sounds from somewhere on the side, distant like a faint echo

I was inside her.

In spite of the weird plastic, she felt nice.

Warm.

Wet.

I replay the image of her whimpering on the sheets as I looked down at her over and over. My hand on her cheek and Y/N keeping it in place. I should have used that second to dive down and worship her soft breasts more.

I could have bitten her there. Just a small bite on the side.

The snapping of a pair of fingers before my eyes interrupts the pleasant reverie. A bit offended, I snap around to growl at whoever took the pleasure of a cherished memory away.

Only to face Jinyoung, who sighs and looks down at the bulge in my pants before pursing his lips with an exasperated knowing expression as he looks up.

Scrambling to regain my composure and hardly remembering what he said, I answer as best I can. “No!”

“Then why are you drooling?”

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