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enwoso · 3 days

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INVISIBLE STRINGS - alessia russo

*i started writing this and loved it then got bored by the end so sorry for the rushed ending:) but thank you for the love and support on my first post!!

google would define invisible strings as a thread that connects two people who are destined to meet regardless of time, place or the circumstances. the thread may stretch or tangle but it never breaks.

you and alessia both truly believed you were a prime example of the invisible string theory.

the two of you always existing among each other but neither ever really acknowledged each other until later on when you were both older.

you lived on the same street as alessia growing up, only a few doors down, she was the blonde girl you would always see from afar playing in the park with her two older brothers as they blasted the ball at the young girl.

however she always gave back as good as she got.

you had even went to the same school, however she was in the year above you. there were plenty school photos with the two of you in only a few metres apart. walking past each other in the corridor every single day - not having an idea how important each other would become to be to the other in the future.

you had played football for the local team as did she. the blonde playing in offence taking any spot on the front line whereas you sat at the back and played in defence stopping the opposition from scoring.

that is how the two of you met, well kind of. you played for the same team but you two never really friends. it wasn’t that you didn’t like each other it’s just you never really spoke to one another bar the few words when necessary.

however you only played with each other for a few months before she moved onto a new local team. only seeing her now when your team would face her new team.

you both existed in the backgrounds of each others lives.

when you were sixteen, you were scouted by the arsenal's academy for the under seventeens teams, it took you a little time getting used to playing academy football and not the usual sunday league but after a few months you had found your feet and began to settle in.

you had one goal, the england youth squad. your family pushing you each day to try and help you achieve your goal however just a month before the squad announcement you tore your ACL at sixteen.

you were out of football for a year, endless days sat with a physio, in the gym just trying to get your knee to bend again like it once used to. watching from the sidelines as your friends in the academy got their calls up for the youth teams and how you wished it was you.

you felt as though you were fighting a battle you were never going to win, you were falling out of love with sport that you had played your entire life.

after three hundred and sixty two day you were finally allowed to play again, however your return it wasn't the fairy tale dream you had spent the past year dreamed about. you ended up spending a lot of time on the bench not playing as regular as you did before your injury and you spent many of those ninety minutes wondering why you were no longer good enough.

losing all your confidence in yourself and your ability to actually play football - you felt as though you had hit a brick wall. finding yourself some days where you didn't want to play football anymore.

but thankfully your family, mainly your dad, were not going to let you give up so easily on the talent that they had spent watching over the last ten years. your dad repeatedly telling you 'that you time would come'

and like the fairy tale you had dreamed about you slowly begun to get minutes again and fell back in love with sport all over again. forever thankful for your family for their support each day, for sometimes dragging you to training even when you had told them multiple of times that you were done and that you quit.

and you dad was right, your time did come. your hard work finally paid off and just after your nineteenth birthday you made your appearance for the arsenal first time - even bagging yourself an assist.

the next few season were spent learning and being loaned to another other club spending half a season at brighton when you were 20. but you saw it all as learning and a way of improving - you were getting minutes, plenty of clean sheets and you were working towards a new goal: the 2023 world cup.

you were back at arsenal and were a regular starter in the back line for arsenal and with that came your good from and finally your call up for england came as they were beginning their campaign to quality for the world cup in australia.

"are you excited?" leah asked swinging her arm around your shoulders as you walked towards the changing rooms, she had been a big mentor to you since you had came into the first team, along with helping you to improve your game. you could say you became her little prodigy.

the squad had just been announced on social media for the first time and hearing your name on the sheet of paper had you feeling something you could even begin to find the word to describe.

“yes.. but no, i’m a little nervous” you admitted with a small laugh as leah gave you a soft smile and a squeeze of the shoulders to reassure you.

“listen, you’ll be fine! just play with the passion you always have” she said as you nodded slowly, “plus you’ll have me, beth and jordan!” the blonde added as you playfully groaned, leah gasping and unthreading her arm from around your shoulders.

“i’m just kidding, you know i love you all” you smiled, as leah rolled her eyes as you reached the doors of the changing rooms, “i do kiddo! ..but i’m at the top of that list, right?”

“whatever helps you sleep at night, lee!”

leah was right - you were fine. while you didn’t get any starts in any of the games at your first camp, you did get some minutes as a sub which was more than you were expecting. but while sitting on the bench you did find yourself talking to a particular blonde.

“you said you were from kent, didn’t you?” alessia asked as you hummed, a puzzled look growing on your face as you waited for the blonde to carry on. your eyes were glued to the girls running around on the pitch as you sat on the bench with a bright orange bib over your jacket.

“me too! what part?” the blonde asked as you turned your head at the question being slightly caught off guard at the fact she was also from kent.

“um maidstone” you gave her a small smile, your attention turning back to the girls on the pitch as the ball was close to going into the back of the net. alessia gasping making you think she had seen something you had missed on the pitch as well as making you jump a little, “me too!”

you turned back to her, giving her a shocked look. confusion filling you as the two of you spent the rest of camp talking about each others childhood finding out your grew up on the same street as well as going to the same school.

when the next england camp rolled around, you and alessia had became even closer to the point you were counting down the days until you next saw each other.

short and sweet messages turned into hours and hours spent on facetime until the other fell asleep. friendly comments turned into subtle flirty ones and the touches turned to ones that lasted longer than friends and slowly you found yourself falling for the blonde.

the last england camp before the euros in the summer at home had finally arrived, you had arrived at st george’s park with beth and leah but before alessia.

you found yourself sitting patiently in the common room, like a lost puppy waiting for the blonde to walk through the door. the other girls chatting and playing cards in the background.

“kid, if you stare any longer at the doorframe your gonna burn a hole in it!” lucy teased as you glanced away from the doorway for the first time in a least thirty minutes, rolling your eyes at the teasing comment you moved your gaze to fix at watching leah try and beat beth’s high score on the basketball hoop game.

eventually after what felt at least a year to you and fifteen minutes to everyone else - the blonde walked through with ella, as she made a beeline for you as you wrapped her in a tight hug.

the two of you finding a rhythm and falling into a deep conversation about all the things you had forgotten to tell each other over the phone.

“so then me and ella had to stop, so i could get a coffee and she-“ alessia was in the middle of telling you a recount of her journey here before you interrupted her with a big gasp, jumping up out of your seat to find your phone quickly.

“what?” alessia asked as she watched you frantically search for your phone on the beanbag you were sitting on - finding it wedged under the beanbag.

“i have to show you this before i forget!” you said a grin on your face getting bigger with ever swipe your finger did on your phone screen. moving closer to the blonde, your shoulders touching as she peered over your own shoulder wondering what on earth you were about to show her and why was it such a big deal.

"look-" you moved your phone so that it was in her eye line and on your screen was a group school photo, "i don’t get it? what am i looking at?" the blonde asked her squinted her eyes trying to get a better look at the photo.

"there's me and.." you paused as she pointed to herself as a small gasp followed from her, "and there's me" alessia whispered, so quietly you also couldn't hear her. shock has consumed the blonde and you sat back with a smug smile as she examined the photo a little more.

"how’d you find this?" alessia asked as she turned her head back to you, handing you back your phone, "my mum sent me them,, there's more if you swipe across" you said beginning to swipe along your camera roll.

the two of you spent the next hour looking through the photos, some from school and others from your grassroots club, recounting each others side of the memories both of you in shock of how close you to were to each other growing but in reality how far you were to each other.

"we've literally been in the background of each other lives forever" alessia smiled as you nodded. "attached by an invisible string" you added.

the international camp came to an end and you both went back to your respective clubs, this time the two of you were making an effort to see each other without it being on a pitch or about football — so on your days off you went to see alessia and on her days off she came to see you.

your feelings for alessia were growing each time you saw her, her smile was infectious, her blue orbs were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. but you didn't want to admit your feelings to her in case it ruined your friendship, plus why would she like you back, alessia sees you as a friend and a friend only.

or so you thought.

"less, why don't you just admit you have feelings for the girl!" ella said as she caught the blonde smiling at her phone knowing that she was messaging you.

"w-what" the blonde stuttered her phone dropping into her lap. "less, we can all see that you like her!" ella paused as alessia's cheeks tinted red, "except for y/n - but she definitely likes you too!"

"she does?"

"of course, everyone can see the way you both look at each other!" ella said bumping her shoulder with the older blonde as alessia gave her a small smile and nodded processing the information that had just been given to her.

before the euros came around in the summer alessia managed to make the first move taking you on the first date — a fancy dinner accompanied by going back to her apartment and spending the rest of the night cuddled into each other while watching a film.

the euros had come and you were back with alessia and the rest of the england girls. the tournament had been the best time of your life making unforgettable memories with the girls. slipping in a few dates with alessia when you two had some downtime.

you were just beginning to enter the second half of extra time the score being 1-1 in the final, yes the final at wembley. the little girl inside of you was buzzing with excitement, you couldn't believe you were going to get to play here. your whole family had made the trip to wembley, sitting proudly in the crowd.

it was england's chance to score, germany had conceded the corner. alex was hovering over it to take it as white shirts littered germanys penalty area.

the ball swing in as everyone jumped up, you watched alessia drop to the ground and then watched as chloe poked the ball into the back of the net. chloe running off to celebrate as the stadium erupted, as you all gathered around chloe celebrating.

all you had to do was hold on for the next ten minutes and the trophy was englands.

keeping the ball in the corner, desperately waiting for the final whistle to blow.

germany had one last chance but before it got into the final half the whistle blew, england where european champions.

running to the closest person near you which happened to be leah, engulfing her in a hug as the tears began to fall. "we did it!" you whispered as she hummed, the two of you sniffing and wiping your eyes and going off to celebrate with the others but your eye caught the sight of your favourite blonde moving toward her.

you don't know if it was the adrenaline of the win that was flowing or if you had finally just grew the confidence to say it but after months of dancing around your feelings for the blonde.

you ran up swinging your arm around her neck, as you both cheered before you faced her grabbing her hands, "less! will you be my girlfriend" you blurted out, clearly catching the blonde of guard as her head perked up, alessia thinking she had misheard you before nodding, "yes, a thousand time yes!"

you smiled bringing the blonde in for a bear hug, not wanting to let go. enjoying her touch, it made you feel safe and loved. as she pulled away she wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you into her, kissing the top of your head lingering there for a few moments.

"all along there's been an invisible string tying me to you."

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lucybronze well y/n looks thrilled on the first one

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-> yourusername she annoyed me that day.

-> alessia how on earth can you remember that?

-> yourusername i can’t? i’m just guessing that you did

yourusername i love you<3

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-> alessia love you more, my love<33

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lapislazuli-012 · 10 months

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Something really personal but here’s the way I ship them.

*after BOTFA, everyone survived AU*

Sorry I’m just, really bad at writing conversations🤦‍♀️. Some of the scripts I borrowed directly from BOTFA. Everything is good up until this point and yes they’re still BFFs and giving me old-married-couple vibe already.

PERSONALLY, I think even as a couple, neither Thorin or Bilbo is the type that is willing to give up their own way of living to live with the other (at least not right now).

Thorin had been forced out of Erebor at a young age and just recovered his long-lost home. There’s a LONG way ahead restoring Erebor and bringing back his people. He will stumble, he will have doubts, he will question himself things like Am I really ready and Will I be a good king… But he won’t turn away, because he is Thorin son of Durin.

For Bilbo, the journey did change him, still he remains a hobbit at heart and values home above gold and glory. He misses the peaceful life and comfort he used to have though he knows it’ll never be the same, because HE is not the same hobbit anymore. He helped the dwarves taking back Erebor, now he longs for his own home.

(All of these are mere personal interpretations😇)

So since Thorin will not live in Shire and Bilbo won’t live in Erebor for their entire life, the most-likely situations I’d imagine are these…

There will be a point where Fili can somewhat take on the responsibilities of ruling Erebor. Thorin might have some kingly vacation (specifically, working on legislations, approving orders and proclamations at night and travel among the day) and visit Shire sometime.

I realized not a lot of ppl talk about the aging problem, so I tried to talk about it🧌. Hobbits have lifespans similar to Men but Dwarves’ are usually 3 times longer if I recall correctly.

Thank you for reading!

#thilbo #bagginshield #the hobbit #tolkien #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #lotr #fanart #my art #the hobbit fanart #art #drawing #digital art #lotr fanart

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dreamcubed · 2 months

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i don't wanna live forever | mattheo riddle x reader

song; i don't wanna live forever [taylor swift, zayn] pairing; mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw!reader genre; ex2l, reconciliation, ex-lovers, angst, smut, hurt comfort(ish) word count; 2,8k timeline; half-blood prince warnings; swearing, toxic relationship, jealousy, controlling behaviour, mattheo is not a good person, neither is y/n, borderline cheating (not on y/n or mattheo), smoking, alcohol consumption, drunkenness, arguments, drunk sex, piv, fingering, degradation, ass-slapping summary; ever since you began dating, you and mattheo had been a fiery and toxic mess of breaking up and getting back together - only, when you finally try and date someone else, you realise that you miss and crave the unhealthy pattern that came with mattheo riddle

MINORS DNI! 18+ content.

i don't typically write smut but this oneshot felt incomplete without it. so, enjoy... 2 year anniversary & 1k celebration gift haha

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"wondering if i dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life."

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"I mean, why did you even date him in the first place?" Cho asked you, chewing on a chip, "He's literally You-Know-Who's son."

You sighed, used to this conversation from every person you knew, "You can't judge someone by their parents."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

"Cho, his dad went MIA for thirteen years when he was one and his mum was in prison until last year. He hardly knows them."

"But," she said, "He was raised by the Malfoys and he was sorted into Slytherin."

You rolled your eyes.

She shrugged, "I'm just saying, the red flags were there."

You didn't reply, moving your gaze over to the group of Slytherin boys sat laughing with each other while they ate. Your ex-boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle, was sat among them.

It felt too definitive saying ex, however, since you two broke up and made up constantly, and had for the last year and a half, much to your friends' horror. You argued with him, you cried over him, you talked shit about him - but you loved him. And the love you had was a burning flame of passion, but it wasn't healthy. You had broken up a week ago, which was actually the longest you had gone without talking.

Normally, you would have caved by now, but you felt different this time. You felt immensely stubborn.

"It's time you stayed apart for good," Cho said, just as Mattheo's eyes locked on to yours, "He's bad for you."

You knew she was right, which was why you accepted when a nice Hufflepuff boy asked you to Hosmeade that weekend.

***

The bouquet of pink and red flowers being presented to you really should have given you butterflies, maybe even made you squeal, but they horrified you. Nonetheless, you smiled and said, "Awh, thank you. You shouldn't have," before taking Leon's extended arm and letting him lead you to the Three Broomsticks. He pulled the chair out for you, and you forced another smile on to your face.

"I've been wanting to ask you out for ages," he said excitedly, "But you were still on and off with Riddle."

You hummed.

"I'm glad you're done with him. He didn't treat you right."

It was mutual. You were just as toxic as Mattheo.

"But I will."

"Well, thank you, Leon," you said gently, "We'll see, won't we?"

He beamed at you, "You're so beautiful."

Surely such a comment should make you blush, right?

***

"How was the date?" Cho wiggled her eyebrows back in the Ravenclaw dormitories.

"It was... good," you said, placing the flowers on your desk haphazardly.

"Just good?"

"He's really nice, I- I just..."

Cho frowned, "He's boring?"

You shook your head, "No, he's funny and interesting."

"Then what's the issue?"

You shrugged, "I don't know."

"Give him a chance then, babe."

***

Leon wrote you poems, he took you on cute dates, he fed you, he walked you to classes, and he hung off your every word. But your eyes would always linger over to Mattheo - because despite everything Leon did for you, the only time you felt butterflies anymore was when you made eye contact with your ex-boyfriend. That glittery spark had never once burnt out in those long eighteen months you were on and off. Every argument and break up only seemed to make it burn stronger and brighter.

And the thing was, Leon was too healthy for you: too sane, too trusting, too normal. Mattheo had turned you into a raging jealous monster, as you had him, and it was part of the reason you were on and off. Neither of you had ever actually cheated, but if you got too close to a boy? He would start an argument and scream at you until you yelled back that you were over. Two days later, he would corner you, never truly apologising but kissing and making up, muttering how he loved you before fucking you until the sun came up.

And you had done the same thing to him.

That was the issue with Leon: he was friends with everyone. Some of his closest friends were girls. Were you jealous? No. But you knew if you began to develop feelings for him then you would become more jealous than an innocent boy like him could handle. You would ruin him the way Mattheo ruined you, fucking him up for any future romantic endeavours.

It drove you crazy how respectful he was, how he didn't bat an eye at you saying you were going to study with a male friend. You needed more push and pull than what he was giving you: you craved a fight, because you craved the crazed passion that came with it.

Yet, three weeks passed by and Mattheo had made no effort to do anything more than glare daggers at you and Leon from across the room.

Then the Christmas holidays hit.

***

A rich Hufflepuff in your year - not Leon - was hosting a house party at their gigantic home, and you had scored an invite. In fact, so had everyone in your year, including a few people from the year above and year below. Leon had immediately owled you to say that he would pick you up before heading there, but you knew that as you patted on concealer and highlight, you were thinking about Mattheo's reaction when he saw you. He had hated when you dressed too revealing, saying that he could see guys' eyes on you - and he wasn't wrong, you just didn't care.

You had purposefully dressed yourself in a tiny black miniskirt and matching bralette, which as a combination left very little to the imagination. With the fishnets you adorned as well, it was borderline lingerie.

Maybe Leon would finally argue with you and make you feel something.

"Y/N, you look gorgeous," he beamed, not a trace of anger on his perfect face when you opened the door to him.

"Thank you," you said, fighting the urge to sigh, "You don't look so shabby yourself."

"Shall we?" he held out his hand to you, which you accepted.

***

The party was already in full swing when you arrived, and you made a quick motion to catch up by downing two shots. Leon watched you in amazement.

"You want one?" you asked, going to pour another drink.

He shook his head, "I don't drink."

"No?" you paused in your movements, thinking that maybe this would be the time you finally argued, "I drink a lot."

"Each to their own," he shrugged, "I'll look out for you."

"Thanks, then," you said awkwardly, "I'm gonna go for a smoke, you coming?" Had you partially said that as another attempt at angering him? Yes. But you also were craving nicotine.

He shook his head, "I'm good, we'll catch up in a bit, yeah?"

You nodded absently, pouring a third shot for yourself before creating a mixed drink and heading outside to the smokers' area. And, there he was, Mattheo Riddle stood with a cigarette between his lips and a drink in his hand.

Pulling out a cigarette that you had tucked in your bralette, you boldly walked up to the group of Slytherin boys and asked, "Anyone got a light?"

Nott, who was right next you, passed you his, but you never took your eyes off Mattheo. His eyes glided up and down your exposed body as you lit your cigarette and took a long drag, relishing in the taste. You watched his jaw clench.

"You and Duggard official yet?" Berkshire asked, referring to Leon. At his question, a borderline growl erupted from Mattheo.

You shrugged vaguely, "We'll see."

"Will you?" Mattheo asked coldly.

You exhaled some smoke, "Well, he's handsome, smart, funny and attentive to my every need."

"Oh, is he?" Mattheo stepped closer to you.

Chuckling, you said, "He's a very kind man."

Mattheo scoffed, pushing past you with a mutter of, "That's not what you need."

He was right, of course, but he didn't need to know that.

You turned your focus to your cigarette.

"He's not the same without you," Nott said casually, dropping his finished cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.

"No?" you murmured, a smile tugging on your lips.

"He hardly sleeps, hardly eats, is angry all the time," he continued, "So, please, stop your little charade with Duggard and get back with him already."

"Who says it's a charade?"

You heard Berkshire scoff, "C'mon, L/N, everyone sees you stare at Matt all the time. Everyone except Duggard, that is."

Biting your lip, you ashed your cigarette, "Well, maybe Riddle should man up and apologise."

***

The party raged on, and as the alcohol flowed through your system, so did the music. Leon didn't seem that keen on the party atmosphere, so you resorted to dancing with Cho and other Ravenclaw girls. That was until you felt a guy come up behind you and begin dancing with you.

You turned around to see a Gryffindor boy from the year above, and he wasn't half-bad looking, so in your drunken state you allowed it to happen. Cho gave you a sceptical look, but didn't intervene.

A hand tugged on your wrist, and you looked up to see Leon.

"Can we talk?" he mouthed, and you nodded absently, following him to the quieter room that was the kitchen.

"What?" you said a little harshly.

"I'd appreciate if you wouldn't dance with other guys," he said, his tone completely without malice.

Your instinct in these situations was to get aggravated, so you snapped, "Well, if you actually knew how to party, I wouldn't have to."

Leon stared at you blankly, "I'm sorry."

For fuck's sake, why did he have to sound so genuine?

"I'll try and come out on the dancefloor if that's what you want."

"Fucking hell," you cursed.

"What? What is it?" he sounded worried.

"Why don't you argue with me?" you exasperated, tugging at your scalp.

Leon frowned, "That's no way to resolve things."

"It's not about resolving things," you snapped, "It's about passion, it's about the spark, it's- it's..." you trailed off, "Rowena, I feel crazy."

"I understand your relationship with Riddle wasn't the easiest one, but I want to help you learn what a calm and healthy relationship is," Leon said gently, "Because you deserve better."

"Are you even listening to me?" you pulled your hands down your face, "I don't want peace. I want passion. I want twin flame bruises. I want a push and pull."

"I-"

You cut him off, "Mattheo would have beat the shit out of that guy for dancing with me."

"That guy probably didn't know you were taken-"

"Mattheo made sure that everybody knew I was his," you said firmly, feeling tears prick at your eyes, "I just need to argue, Leon - I crave it."

"Well, I can't give that to you."

"Y/N," a voice spoke in a growl behind you.

You span around, being faced with the one man who could make you feel electric. And that was when your emotions crashed all over you: upset and anger expressed through tears and yelling.

"Why are you taking so fucking long?" you screamed.

But he wasn't looking at you - no, he was glaring at Leon. "I think you've had long enough with my girl, Duggard," he drawled.

"She's not your girl anymore," you heard Leon reply, before he said to you, "What did you mean when you asked him why he's taking so long?"

You saw Mattheo clench his fist, and you grabbed his wrist to halt him, "Fucking talk to me, Riddle."

His eyes snapped to yours, "I will never be Riddle to you, princess."

"Considering we've hardly spoken the last few weeks, I'd say you are."

"Guess I'll have to remind you who you are to me, then," he chuckled darkly, pulling you away from Leon. The Hufflepuff boy went to follow you worriedly, but you glared at him and he stayed put. Part of you felt bad: a tiny, sober part.

You found yourself in an upstairs bathroom, pressed against a cool tile wall.

"If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I can't promise I'll be a good person about it."

"You're never a good person about anything," you muttered, relishing in his hot breath fanning on to your face.

He smirked, "We both know that's the way you like me."

You hummed, "Fuck me, Mattheo."

"I'm not sure you deserve a good fuck after everything you've done."

"I never fucked him."

"No?" he chuckled, "Good."

And then his lips were on yours, tasting, sucking, nibbling every centimetre. His hand quickly trailed to underneath your skirt, rubbing your clit through your scandalously thin panties.

He pulled away from the kiss, "Don't ever wear anything like this again," he kissed you again, "At least not in public."

"Whatever you want."

He hummed his approval, pushing your panties aside to push two fingers inside of you.

"Please, I just want your dick."

"Yeah?" he murmured, "How bad?"

"So bad, please," you begged, your tear and mascara stained cheeks enhancing the puppy dog eyes you gave him. Mattheo had to admit, he loved seeing you so desperate for him.

"You really don't deserve this," he sighed, unzipping his trousers.

You licked your lips as you watched him pull his rock hard dick out.

"I can't wait to feel your mouth on it again," he muttered, "But I'm feeling nice, so I'll just give you what you want."

Mattheo bent you over the sink countertop, lifting up your skirt and slapping your ass in the process. He pulled your panties further aside.

"Don't act like you don't just miss being inside me," you forced out, making him slap your ass harder.

To your surprise, he said, "Of course I fucking did."

And then he pushed inside you, quickly and without warning, causing you to gasp loudly.

"So fucking wet."

You arched your ass up to him, moaning.

"I don't think I'm gonna last long."

You were hardly able to reply, as he had begun to run circles on your clit as well. But, you agreed with him, as the absence of this feeling had made your body hypersensitive to Mattheo's every touch.

"Fuck, you're such a whore," he murmured, picking up the pace relentlessly.

"Your whore," you managed to say, your eyes rolling back into your head as you felt your orgasm build up.

"I bloody well hope so," he chuckled.

And then, as you both came closer to ecstasy, things went silent - the only noise being his groans, your moans, and the sound of skin slapping.

"Matty, I'm gonna co- fuck!" you cursed, feeling your release wash over you in red hot passion, your vision going white as your every limb shook. You didn't normally orgasm so easily.

He continued to fuck your overstimulated pussy, gripping your hips so hard it would probably leave bruises. "Gonna fill you up," he choked out, his breathing growing heavier as you finally felt his dick throb inside you, signifying his release.

Mattheo stilled, staying inside you for a moment as you both processed the situation. Eventually, he pulled out, helping you turn over so you were sat on the counter facing him. You were both panting.

"I'm sorry," he said eventually, and your eyes widened.

He had never outright apologised before.

"I'm sorry too," you mumbled back.

"I love you so much," he pressed his forehead against yours, "I just I-"

"I love you too. So much."

He hummed, "I just- I don't understand my father. I don't want to live forever."

You frowned, "Why not?"

"Because," he took your hands in his, "Without you, I'd just be living in vain."

A smile stretched widely on your face, "Want to leave this stupid party?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

And as you left the party, hand in hand and evidently in a post-sex haze, Mattheo said - loud enough for a few close people to hear - "I'm gonna marry you, you know that?"

And you did.

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a-little-ray-of-fantasy · 8 months

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Barnaby facts (confirmed by the devs)

Hello! Since I was bored and it's making me so happy to see Barnaby getting so much love lately, I've decided to collect all the info I have about him! I most likely missed something, so if you have info I haven't put here, or got wrong, let me know, ok? ^^

Anyhoo, here we go! **}

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- Barnaby, despite his name, is not a barn owl. He's actually a long eared owl.

- Barnaby isn't his real name; he used to have a different one, back in his alive days. One of the drawings featuring him has him surrounded by many names starting with "B".

- Said illustration has "Who am I?" hidden among the names and words such as "Where" and "Help", hinting at something linked to his identity is torturing him.

- It's been stated that Barnaby is the way he is because of a dangerous experiment that corrupted then killed him, changing him completely as a result.

- Barnaby is asexual homoromantic, and is genderfluid: while he goes primarly by "he/him", he accepts any pronoun.

- He considers his Barnaboos as his "little pretties", and often offers help or advice if they need it; of course, his help may not be as helpful as he believes...

- He hates cheesecake.

- He's not a fan of rootbeer neither; he will serve it in his parties, but he personally won't drink it.

- His favorite food is eye scream, and favorite Halloween treat are caramel apples.

- As for ice cream, his favorite flavor is Strawberry Shortcake.

- Speaking of food, yeah, he doesn't need to eat, nor sleep. But still likes doing it anyway.

- Barnaby is a confirmed sleepyhead. He naps a lot, but never in an ordinary position, or in his bed; he tends to sleep in various gravity bending position, especially upside down.

- Meaning, yes, when Billie comes to steal his gem, he was sleeping!

- And when he sleeps, he apparently snores and hoots.

- While hugging him would result in a kill from him, Ash confirmed Barnaby is a hugger! Hugging him would still involve him squeezing or stabbing you to death, tho'. And he'd feel both soft and slimy to the touch.

- Barnaby is around 10-11ft tall, and with his size-shifting abilities, he can be any height he wants; when he was alive tho', he's as tall as Aristotle, more or less.

- He doesn't need glasses anymore, but sometimes will wear them because they make him look smart. They also tend to follow the eyes' movements.

- Barnaby is very emotional: while it won't stop him from trying to kill you, he will cry if he sees you cry. Ironically, he would comfort you until you feel better. Then he'll kill you.

- It's been confirmed that Barnaby's biggest fear has "already come true".

- His tears are orange, just like his eyes.

- Barnaby is not one to open his heart easily, but the moment he does, there's many ways to reach it. He's quite romantic, tho' not in the usual way: if you gave him a dead rat, he'd consider it a very romantic gesture!

- It's been stated he doesn't have a partner now, but in life, "maybe".

- When it comes to children, it's been confirmed he'd be the best caregiver alongside Dutch, althought for him "it's complicated".

- He apparently had a child of his own, if the picture posted about him during "Father's Day" is any indication. What happened to the little one hasn't been revealed yet.

- Apparently he's the least judgemental character in BBU!

- If he had a TV, it'd be old timey, and he'd watch something really random. Like ducks.

- Barnaby loves small critters; Ash specifically mentions they always linked him with guinea pigs. And indeed, Barnaby had a science guinea pig co-worker once, that turned into an actual guinea pig because of a reckless experiment, and he took care of them.

- He's able to control reality; it's unclear if it's his gem's doing, or his magic power as a ghost.

- In any case, he's now the most powerful character in the game

- Back in his alive days, he was a magic researcher and scientist.

- He actually owned the gem before he turned into a ghost. He even experimented on it, and it's suggested that actually sealed his fate.

- A lot of songs from Oingo Boingo and Lemon Demon fit him: Ash specifically mentioned "Weird Science" as really "Barnabycore"

- Barnaby is autistic: he stims by hooting and flapping his wings when he's excited.

- When he's scared or nervous, he tends to cover himself with his wings.

- Katie said that, if he were a candy, he'd be a sour blueberry.

- Barnaby lives in his own dimension, with his own mansion and everything. And he can travel between realities. Although one comment from Katie suggests he's trapped in there, but it's too early to say for sure.

- According to the devs, he was inspired by Weird Al Yankovic, Lewis from Mystery Skulls and Discord from MLP.

- No, he wasn't inspired by Snatcher, since the development of BBU has lasted longer than A Hat in Time. The two of them canonically know each other tho': only problem is, Snatcher hates Barnaby's guts and finds him too clingy, while the owl adores him.

- He canonically knows Wally Darling from "Welcome Home" and Kira from "Far Fetched" too, since he can travel between realities.

- Barnaby has his guests come to his home by portals that pop just below them. He apparently has kidnapped people before, every once in a while.

- He'd get along well with Dutch.

- It's left vague whether he knows Fantoccio or not.

- He actually has never met Arthur nor Aristotle before the game.

- In any case, he'd find Aristotle really funny, and wouldn't take them seriously.

-- Barnaby is aware of the player, and can break the 4th wall. And that's why only he can use Twitter.

- Whenever he writes on Twitter, hE WRiTSE LIkE THIS!!!

- Barnaby is REALLY mischeavous, and finds no problem in cheating in games. But if YOU cheat, then he gets ticked off.

- This suggests he's also a sore loser.

- Judging by his expression in the cutscene, he doesn't like being interrupted.

- It's been confirmed he smells like meldew. :P

- He could fake glitching out, then attack the moment you come to check out what's going on with him.

- He HATES party crashers. Also scarecrows: not good for conversations. And he's not interested in their crops.

- He can play the organ: Katie even suggested that if you hear it in the background of his chapter, that's him playing it.

- He was a young prodigy, back when he was alive!

- Don't be fooled by his goofy antics: he's very smart, still loves making experiments and can speak a lot of languages.

- Ironically, he hates skulls: he finds them icky.

- He was 25-26 when he died; he's been dead for 100+ years.

- Time is very important for him: that's why there's so many clocks in his parlor. It's been suggested he sees partying as a way to keep track with time.

- Despite that, Barnaby himself in the contest video has briefly stated he tends to forget what year it is.

- There's tons of pictures in his manor: all of them depict him, suggesting he's good at painting.

- Katie has noted that Barnaby "remembers everything". When asked if there's something he'd rather forget, they stated that "what he wants and what he needs are very different things".

- His family is "infinite", apparently. Then again, one of his very early descriptions stated he's got no friends nor family to speak about...

- He's been described as "self interested"

- When asked which character had the most trauma, without giving hints about being traumatized, Katie confirmed Barnaby as the answer, even stating his story makes them the saddest, alongside Fanto's.

- His favorite color is pink!

- He can change himself into lots of animals, and can even clone himself!

- When asked if he can talk to his alive self, Katie said it's "technically possible".

- Back when he was alive, he was noted as a dork and a hardworker, so much so he'd even pull one-nighters before making speeches for his research. Katie jokingly suggested that's why he parties so much: it's to make up for lost time!

- He had a different way of speaking, back when he was alive. And his icks were probably different as well.

- When he gets overwhelmed, he has a shutdown, and goes completely silent.

- At early stages, Barnaby was supposed to be a bug.

- The moment his design as a ghost was chosen, he went through a lot of palette options, like a pale blue color like he came from "The Haunted Mansion", or all colorful like "Dia de los Muertos". Ultimately they settled for his currently shadowy look because, not only it's easier to animate, it was in line with his backstory.

- Barnaby can melt. It's still unclear what triggers such a reaction, but some pictures hint that it's tied to his psychological state.

- Barnaby has been noted that he can talk fancy, but he's not eloquent.

- His favorite dance is the charleston!

- Ash has stated that in the game he is going to be depicted doing something similiar to "singing himself to sleep".

- Apparently he still makes pellets from his mouth. Dead or not, he's still an owl.

- He often puts emphasis on words, sometimes even making his bowtie spin.

- In the latest Twitter post featuring him, when you decode the garbled message, you can read: "Barnaby lies Along in his thoughts, Resting On the floor Neglected". Not only this hints at his turmoil, it also hides the word "BARON". It's unclear if it's his name, a title he possessed, or someone or thing else entirely connected to him.

- He loves recieving scretches on his head.

- Barnaby can cook, but he'll more often than not leave that to the Barnaboos.

- He's not that interested in gardening, even tho' he owns a greenhouse.

- He'd enjoy playing "Luigi's Mansion"!

- In Super Smash Bros. he'd main Meta Knight, even relating to him.

- He'd happily accept smoochies, apparently!

- His favorite party game is "Pin the tail on the owl".

- If you are his friend, he'd consider it even more of a reason to stay in the manor and never leave!

- He has claimed that he's used to give himself self love and compliments, since no one else does it. That, and his tendency to ask others for hugs or if they need a hug to calm down, suggests he's affection starved.

- He tends to react to compliments from fans by smiling bashfully, or happily shouting that he's popular.

- Katie stated that his favorite movie would be something unexpected, like "Marnie & Me" or "Up".

- Barnaby can see everything from the eyes of the plushies that look like him. So, if you bought one... watch out...

- Among his early designs, he also looked like a completely different owl, tall and austere looking, who was the guardian of the forest. It was changed because the devs wanted a goofy boss that could stand out among the others.

- Having said that, it seems Barnaby was the last boss to be officially revealed, and initially the game only had Elaine, Dutch and Fantoccio as the main bosses.

- Barnaby LOVES puns. A good deal of the lines he says when you get defeated in his chase contain a pun.

- You try being slick by stating you want to die of old age? Too bad: Barnaby will make you age rapidly. Despite that, Katie confirmed he doesn't have time related powers...

- Katie and Ash confirmed Barnaby can fly. And such a sight is apparently really hilarious.

- Barnaby loves shiny trinkets: if he sees a sparkly thread, he'll fixate on it and will follow its movements. It's like with a cat following a laser.

- Barnaby has teeth; they're orange and sharp, and come out when he's ticked off, or especially devious.

- When he was alive, he only used he/him pronouns. He became comfortable with all pronouns after he died. He's always been interested in men.

- This goes without saying, but still: he operates on cartoon logic. He can use both his wings AND his feet as hands. Even both feet can act as hands, even when they appear off camera. How? Because it's Barnaby and he can do anything he sets his mind into!

#Billie Bust Up #BBU Barnaby #Barnaby #Fave Character #Comfort Character #Personal Rambles

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lustspren · 10 months

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P.S.T EP. 5 | Same Scent ft Lee Sisters

length: 10.9k words ✦

Chaeryeong, Chaeyeon & Male Reader

genres: blowjob, oral sex, not exactly a threesome (no incest you pervs), hard sex, anal, creampie, fluffy, sister competition,

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The night of your session (or rather, of your game of cat and mouse) with Ryujin and Yuna was longer than you thought it was going to be, they had offered you to spend the night with them, on the condition that you had to leave at 7 in the morning from there since they had a schedule to attend to a couple of hours later. No doubt you accepted, and it was definitely one of the most fun nights of your entire life, and that's without even having alcohol involved.

After Yuna's hilarious question, the three of you stayed lounging in the room for about an hour, just chatting and making funny comments to make the atmosphere less lewd and more friendly for the three of you, despite the obvious fact that the three of you were still naked. The first to get up to go take a well-deserved bath was Ryujin, leaving you alone with Yuna, who took advantage of the moment to kiss you as much as she could until Ryujin returned. Yuna was next, and then you also took a bath for the three of you to go down to the second floor, where Lia and Chaery were preparing dinner.

Yeji was not with you that night, you asked for her to Chaery, who was the closest to her lately, but even she couldn't tell you where she was, she only mentioned that she had heard her talking on the phone during that whole week with a girl whose voice she couldn't recognize, it seemed suspicious to you, and you thought about it for a few minutes until dinner was ready.

As always, the food Lia prepared was unbelievably delicious, and it was all the more reason why that girl seemed like the complete package to you, but the dinner this time had a different touch to it than when Lia made it, and you figured this had something to do with Chaery now having contributed to much of the stuff you were eating. Everything was extremely tasty, and you could tell that it was a dinner cooked with love and dedication.

After having a nice dinner, the five of you discussed what you could do during the following hours of the night, there were several proposals on the table, among which were watching movies, seeing a show, playing board games or playing other things like charades or the classic karaoke, and after a few minutes of debate, you agreed to play monopoly.

Monopoly being the game that it was, you played game after game without a break, each with different eventualities and events that led to laughter or arguments. That night you discovered a lot of things: Yuna was clumsier than you thought for these kinds of games, Ryujin was a lousy loser, Lia seemed more like the leader of the group than Yeji, and Chaery was incredibly smart and good at those games.

Time simply passed, and if it wasn't for Lia's responsible instinct and common sense, you would have gone to sleep who knows what time. None of you were happy about it, but she took it upon herself to remind you what time you had to wake up, and then none of you complained anymore. Everyone was about to go to their rooms, but you dared to ask Lia if you could sleep with her that night, she was loving flirting with you, and she didn't hesitate to say yes, so that night you slept comfortably snuggled up with Lia, while Ryujin and Chaery slept in the beds in the same room, neither seemed to care, which you later felt relieved about.

The girls were used to sleeping for a few hours, but not you, that morning you slept only 4 hours, and at 7 in the morning when the alarm on Lia's phone went off, you felt like a child who was forced to go to the school on a monday. Luckily Lia was quite patient with you, and she managed to wake you up with tender words and little shakes to your body. You left there as fast as your zombified body could at that moment, saying goodbye to all the girls including Yeji, who apparently had arrived during the early hours of the morning and seemed almost as sleep-destroyed as you.

It was fucking difficult and dangerous to drive back to your apartment, but when you got there it felt like quite an accomplishment. You went upstairs to your apartment, not even bothering to turn on the lights or open the windows before going straight to your room and falling onto the bed to fall asleep again.

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When you woke up, apart from doing it completely unaware of your position in time and space, you found two surprises, one good and the other bad, the bad one was that you had woken up at 4 in the afternoon, and the good one was that You had a couple of unread messages on your phone, you opened them to see who it was from, and you broke into a grin when you read Chaery's name. That was the very beginning of something that you didn't know would become something so special for you.

You had well known even before you met her in person that Lee Chaeryeong was an extremely sweet and kind person, but since that day you started chatting with her you could only think that people's impressions fell short of the beautiful person that she was. The first thing you two talked about was the date of your session with her, you had agreed on a day quite close, precisely next Saturday, but you found it quite cute that from the first moment she referred to that day with the word 'date'.

Chaery wrote to you every day without fail for the entire week prior to your date, and with each passing day you gained more confidence to tell each other situations about your daily life. She told you her problems, and you told her yours, and in a nice and funny way you always managed to comfort each other. And that's how it all began for you two, at first they were very tender and flirty conversations, but as expected, over time your chat was filled with more and more daring and lewd things.

You started with just risqué messages and tons of teasing, but when the atmosphere started to heat up, Chaery sent you the first nude, and many more followed after that, including incredibly sensual videos where she showed you her spectacular dance skills with very few amounts of clothing, and if there was any, it showed more than it covered. From there things escalated pretty quickly, even getting to the point where you and her had some pretty hot and wild Facetime sex.

When the day of your date finally arrived you received a call from Chaery early in the morning, and knowing how extremely stressed you have been all week, she told you to arrive early at night, and unlike the other girls, she specifically told you to dress as if you were going on a date with your biggest teenage crush, a request that truly melted your heart and one that you no doubt happily accepted.

For the first time in your entire career, you had notified your staff at the spa that you were going to take the whole day off for personal reasons, luckily they understood perfectly and had no further complications since they had enough staff to cover you, and you used that day off to prepare as best as possible for your date with Chaery. You bought yourself a nice new outfit suitable for the occasion, nothing too formal but not too careless either, a new perfume, and best of all, a not at all modest bouquet of flowers, full of lisianthus and orchids.

After having done all your errands and preparations, you headed to the girls' house at around 6:30 PM, driving with a small smile on your face and with the bouquet of flowers perfectly placed on the passenger seat. On the way you were listening to Locked out of Heaven by Bruno Mars, in a hardly happier and more excited state of mind.

You arrived at the girls' house around 6:45 PM. You got out of the car with a confident and victorious aura, determined that this would be a great day and that absolutely no one was going to be able to change it. You walked to the gate with the bouquet of flowers in one hand, entered the password, and walked inside, where Lee Chaeryeong was patiently waiting for you on the other side of the glass door that served as the main entrance.

As soon as she saw you go around the pool as you walked towards the door, her eyes lit up like two precious sea pearls while her jaw dropped, she put a hand to her mouth, and from the few meters that separated you, you could see how her eyes became teary. You rushed to catch up with her, and when you slid the glass door open, she lunged at you with a tight hug that nearly knocked you both into the pool.

"Oh my god hi oppa!" she greeted you with her face buried in your neck and a lump in her throat.

"Hi sweetie!" You put your arms around her and hugged her as tightly as the bouquet of flowers would allow, a smile on her face as you pressed your nose into her hair, which had a sweet coconut scent that left you completely delighted.

"I can't believe it, are they really for me?" she asked, separating from you, referring to the bouquet of flowers. She looked into your eyes, on the verge of tears. Fuck, how much damage did those bastards do to her? You just wanted to keep her in a glass box and protect her from the world. She was too cute and wonderful for the rotten and disgusting society in which she lived.

"Of course they're for you, honey," you nodded with a smirk, holding out the bouquet to her, "And gosh, you look gorgeous!" she was wearing a beautiful dark flowered sundress that exposed her shoulders and legs from a few inches above her knees, she was also wearing khaki boots.

"God, I don't know what to say oppa, they're beautiful, thank you so much," she pouted, picking up the bouquet to sniff some.

"Baby, you don't have to thank me," you took her chin, caressing it with your index finger and thumb, "it's the least a girl as kind and pretty as you deserves."

"Oppa! You're going to make me cry!" she complained, with a tear already falling down her cheek.

"Oh hell no, come here," you cradled her face in your hands, and pulled her close to give her multiple little pecks on her lips, which she happily reciprocated.

"You also look very handsome... and you smell delicious!" Chaery said with a small giggle, wiping tears from her eyes to look at you.

"I know right?" You made a flirtatious face at Chaery, and stepped back for a 360-degree spin that made her laugh. The outfit you wore was khaki wool pants, classic white vans, an open vintage brown cardigan, and a lighter shade polo shirt tucked into your pants underneath.

"Yep," she nodded, holding the bouquet with a big smile on her face as she looked you up and down, "It's a really nice vintage outfit, I love it."

"Well I'm glad you like it, you'd be surprised how expensive these cardigans are," you joked, taking a step in front of her to give her another kiss on the lips, "should we come in?"

"Sure!" she said, turning to walk inside, you followed her, "by the way, we have the whole house to ourselves today."

"Oh wow, really?" you asked, walking behind her toward the second floor, "how did you make that happen?"

"Easy, I forced them," she said with complete seriousness, implying that she wasn't joking, "you'd be surprised how many things I can get them into trouble with."

"Honestly I wouldn't be surprised, they all seem like a big mess to deal with," you laughed, she stepped aside, so that you walked up the stairs ahead of her. You made it to the second floor, and Chaery behind you turned on all the lights in the living room, which was perfectly tidy, clean, and pleasantly cool thanks to the air conditioning.

"Hey, just today manager-nim brought us a full pantry for the rest of the month, we could make dinner together," Chaery said, going to find an empty vase to put the flowers in and then set them on the dining room table.

"I'd love that honey," you said, walking into the kitchen and leaning your lower back against the edge of the table as you watched her walk toward you, "what could we cook?"

"Uhm..." she stood in front of you, playing with her fingers, "I don't know, usually Lia is the one who knows the recipes."

"Come here, let's search," you took your phone out of your pocket and held out your arms to the sides of her to invite her to snuggle against you. She did so, pressing her back and the rest of her body against you so that you put your arms around her and started looking at recipes online.

You two didn't take as long as you thought you would to find something delicious to cook, you had certain preferences and she had others, but in the end you agreed to cook something quite easy, delicious and healthy for both of you: a Caesar salad. You started telling Chaery the ingredients one by one, following her around the entire kitchen as she placed everything on one of the countertops.

After getting all the ingredients out and tallying up all the amounts needed, the two of you got down to business, working together to make one thing each so that the process could be sped up quite a bit. You took charge of making the mayonnaise for the Caesar sauce, taking olive oil, eggs, a couple of lemons and a manual mixer. Chaery, on the other hand, was in charge of defrosting the chicken breasts and starting to cut them into cubes and then salt and pepper them.

While you were cooking you took charge of putting on music, starting with Camillé's Le Festin, a song that made Chaery laugh and focus even more on what she was doing. Of course, the concentration was short-lived, because when the song ended and the real playlist started playing, starting with Losing My Religion, you two started talking and telling each other funny stories while doing your respective tasks.

The chemistry between the two of you was incredibly strong, your conversations flowed like water down a river, and you could certainly confirm that it was the first time you had noticed that things worked so well with a girl in your entire life. That made you think a lot, and while you finished making the mayonnaise to go on to make the sauce, you decided it was right to tell her first about your thing with Aespa.

"You know? There's an additional reason why I've been so stressed out this whole week," you said, adding a clove of garlic and Parmesan cheese to the mayonnaise you just made.

"Huh? What is it?" Chaery asked, confused, as she cooked the chicken cubes with a drizzle of oil over a hot heat.

"Well, I'll tell you but please don't freak out," you said, and then remembered that was exactly what Noze had told you. That made you laugh, "Uhm... Aespa's manager visited me last week."

Chaery nearly dropped the fork she was stirring the chicken with into the pan, and when she turned to look at you you had to remove her hand from near the fire in case she got burned. Evidently her face was one of utter surprise.

"Noze?" she asked, making sure you were talking about the same person.

"Uh, yeah, Noze," you nodded, and she sighed, as if she was already resigned to what you were going to tell her.

"What did she tell you?" she asked, her voice more subdued as she returned her gaze to the skillet. You now added anchovies, mustard and Worcestershire sauce, but you couldn't help but look at her sideways face at all times.

"Well… exactly what you think," you sighed, adding a splash of milk to the sauce since it was too thick, "They'll probably make me go on tour with them, and I don't even know them in person."

"I knew it," Chaery made a disappointed face, and she lowered the flame slightly under the pan, "That means I won't be seeing you for a while, right?"

"I think so, honey," you made the same face as her, showing that you weren't entirely happy with that either, "But hey, I'll call you every day, I promise," you gave her a little kiss on the cheek.

"I hope so, because I think I'm going to miss you a lot, oppa," she turned to look at you, finally turning off the stove once the chicken was done.

"Hey, let's not be sad now, silly," you leaned in to give her a peck on the forehead, "we should enjoy our date, right?" Chaery's face lit up again.

"Yes you're right!" she nodded with an adorable little smile on her face, "is the sauce ready?"

"Yup, we just need to prepare the salad bowl, we have to wash the lettuce, cut it into pieces and cut the cherry tomatoes," you said, testing the sauce with your index finger. Delicious.

"Leave it to me!" she said with a little jump of emotion, "Go sit in the living room honey," you couldn't help but feel your cheeks slightly warm when she called you that way.

"A-Are you sure?" you asked nervously, feeling like an idiot with butterflies in your stomach, "I could help you wash the lettuce."

"Nope," she shook her head, and then she took you by the forearms to lead you out of the kitchen, "I insist, go rest, you deserve it for being so cute to me," she didn't even let you answer, she just gave you a little kiss on the lips and pushed you, to return to the kitchen.

You stood there for a few long seconds, staring at Chaery while she wandered around the kitchen looking for things to continue with dinner, she noticed your look, and when she turned to see you, she gave you a smile that made you completely forget about any other girl in the world at that time. You were mesmerized, and slowly, you walked to the sofa to sit down with a goofy smile on your face. You took the remote control of the television, and entered youtube.

You waited patiently for her, watching on youtube a Hollow Knight gameplay from a streamer you were quite a fan of. She arrived a few minutes later, with two bowls of salad in her hands, she placed both bowls on the table in front of you, and you were amazed at the amazing job you both had done, as the salad looked perfect for a magazine.

"Damn, I'm going to take a picture, it looks amazing," you said, pulling your phone out of your pocket and opening the camera.

"Go ahead," she said with a giggle, "I'll go get something to drink."

Chaeryeong went back to the kitchen, and you stayed there taking a couple of photos of the salad until she came back, with a bottle of soju and two little crystal glasses in her other hand. She sat down next to you, leaving everything behind the bowls of salad.

"I thought you were going to get something like, I don't know, orange juice?" you laughed, setting the phone aside to pick up your fork and start stirring the salad.

"Nah, it's a special occasion, we can drink," she said, doing the same as you before opening the bottle of soju.

"You're not going to get drunk like when I found you with Yeji, are you?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That was a rare occasion, I never drink that much," she excused herself, pouring soju into both glasses and then handing you one.

"I guess I have no choice but to believe you," you shrugged, picking up the crystal glass, "Gohnbe!" you toasted

"Gonhbe!" Chaery said back, and you both drank.

After taking your first shot of soju you started to eat. You expected the salad to be delicious, but not that delicious. Each portion you put in your mouth was simply a delight, your sauce had the perfect flavor and texture, and the chicken that Chaery made was perfectly seasoned and cooked.

You two started eating, watching Bluey on the TV and talking about as many fun topics as you could think of, having a shot of soju every 5 minutes or so. Chaery had placed one leg on top of yours, trying to be as close to you as possible at all times, and you stayed like that until you finished your bowls of salad.

"Oppa, what I'm going to ask you is a bit unexpected but…" she set the empty bowl next to yours, to put a hand on your thigh, "we can just cancel our… you know, for now?"

"Oh, really? It's certainly unexpected, yes," you frowned in confusion, placing your hand on top of hers.

"Yeah, I really just want to spend nice and calm time with you," damn, that girl was going to make you puke rainbows for how much of an idiot she brought you.

Just when you were about to answer her, and as if previously arranged, you heard the outside gate open. Chaery turned to the window, and stared blankly as you both heard movement downstairs, right at the entrance. Her expression became harder and scarier, like when her Mafia in the Morning promos.

"Fuck, Yuna knows she's not supposed to be here yet," Chaery growled, and stomped to her feet to walk to the hallway that led to the stairs, "Yuna-yah! Get the hell out of here!" she started to scream, and seconds later, you heard a familiar voice. Too familiar.

"Can you believe it?! I went to my favorite spa, to visit my favorite massager, and it turns out that he had the audacity to take the day off!" the angry voice yelled from the stairs. You could recognize her anywhere. Lee Chaeyeon. And you were so fucked up.

"Chaeyeonie," Chaery said with a calmer voice, you couldn't see them, but you knew they were talking in the hallway, "It's not the right time for you to be here, can you please go?" Chaery asked in the nicest way she could.

"Huh? Why?" Chaeyeon asked kinda offended, "Let's make some dinner, I'm hungry," you heard her voice getting closer and closer to you, and at that moment, she walked out of the hall with her back towards you, so she didn't notice you at that moment.

"God..." Chaery sighed, putting a hand to her forehead.

"What's wrong? And why are you dressed like that?" Chaeyeon turned around before Chaery answered, and saw you sitting on the couch. You did your best to stay composed, "Oh."

"Hello, Chaeyeonnie," you greeted lazily, sinking into your seat and clasping your hands across your abdomen. She was dressed in a rather peculiar way, white sports jacket and pants, sports shoes and a green top over her, short enough to reveal her entire abdomen that has been driving you so crazy for months. She literally came from promoting Knock.

"This is a joke, right?" Chaeyeon said in a low voice, turning to look at her sister and then at you, "I recommended that spa to the girls and my sister because of you," she pointed at you, "but if I knew that would prevent me from getting my services I would never have done it!" she yelled annoyed.

"Unnie, please calm down, okay? You're at my house, I remind you," Chaery said, undeterred by the fact that Chaeyeon was older than her.

"Wait, you're definitely not fucking, and you're both dressed nicely," she made a little silence, "are you having a date?"

"Bingo," you said, nodding your head slowly.

"I won't be seeing him for a while, and I thought the best thing would be to just spend time with him," Chaery crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, "you know, watch a movie and cuddle, just that, now you can go?"

"Oh hell nah, wait a minute sis," Chaeyeon crossed her arms as well, "Why does she say she won't see you for a while?" she asked you.

"I'll probably go on a trip to the USA soon," you purse your lips, looking at nothing and not knowing what to do in such an awkward situation.

"And you want me to go now?" Chaeyeon turned to look at her sister, "If this boy and his golden cock are going on a trip far away, we better take advantage of it tonight."

"Absolutely not, go away," Chaery insisted, raising an eyebrow and glaring at her.

"Hey! I deserve a chance to beat you at something, don't you think?" Chaeyeon said, turning to face her, "You may have lasted longer in Sixteen… but I think I may be his favorite Lee sister."

"Lee Chaeyeon, you don't know who you're messing with," Chaery warned, moving away from the wall to stand in front of her, "I never lose."

“Let's find out,” Chaeyeon said with a smirk.

"And doesn't it matter what I think or what?" you asked, looking at both of them.

"Oh come on, you know damn well you don't disagree, you perv," Chaeyeon said with a giggle, walking back into the hallway to head up the stairs. Clearly she was right. Once Chaeyeon went upstairs, Chaery saw you.

"Oppa, wait here okay?" Chaery told you, leaning over to give you a peck on your cheek, "we'll go get ready."

"I'm not going anywhere honey, go," you nodded with a smirk. Chaery walk away from you, and you stayed watching while she left. She noticed your gaze on her, and making sure you kept looking, she lifted up her dress as she walked, showing you her completely bare ass and her obvious absence of panties throughout the night. How the hell didn't you notice?

She finally disappeared into the hallway with a roaring, mischievous giggle, and you were left alone in the room, with a potential boner in your pants and unable to believe how unbelievably lucky you were. You really had a strong romantic connection with Chaery, and you were enjoying that night quite a lot, but you could never have predicted that one of your favorite clients was going to be in a competition with her sister to know who was your favorite. You grabbed the remote control, and to warm up, you streamed Chaery's studio choom.

You tried to concentrate on the video you were watching, but you couldn't stop hearing screams and arguments on the upper floor, the Lee sisters being the creators of all that ruckus that honestly didn't surprise you. A minute later, your phone began to buzz over and over again, you checked the notifications, noticing that you had messages from both girls, and they were all photos. Each of the photos by both were in a different outfit, each one more sexy and revealing than the last. You just ignored them so as not to create even more fuss, and when Chaery's studio choom ended, you streamed Chaeyeon's.

The video didn't advance even more than a minute when the Lee sisters finally came downstairs and down the hall to model for you. They caught you off guard, and your jaw almost dropped to the floor and your mouth watered. Neither of them was wearing exactly too many clothes, in fact quite the opposite. Chaeyeon was wearing a very short black corset that pushed her boobs up, a tight leather collar around her neck, and lace panties in the same color as the rest of the outfit. Chaery, as if it were her counterpart, wore an outfit that consisted entirely of white. She wore less flashy items than Chaeyeon, but for your taste, she was quite sexier. She was wearing a tight crop top sweater, which perfectly marked the shape of her tits and her nipples, thin high-waisted panties, and the hottest thing, long stockings fitted at the height of the beginning of her thighs.

"Oh wow, he was looking at my Studio Choom and not yours," Chaeyeon teased her.

Chaery didn't respond at all, she just went quiet and changed the music just for the occasion, then walked over to straddle you, wrap her arms around your neck and start grinding her hips from front to back, giving you an incredibly sensual lap dance to the rhythm of the music. Her crotch constantly rubbed against your bulge, which soon turned into a hard boner under your pants.

"I don't care if he was looking at you or not," Chaery finally replied, looking you in the eye as she moved her hips in a wonderfully fucking way, making sure to press her pussy really well against your boner, "I got him hard," While she danced, she caressed your neck and face with her hands, until seconds later she crashed her lips against yours in a sensual and affectionate kiss, also pressing her chest against yours.

Your hands went straight to her waist, playing with the straps of her panties for a second until you moved down to her ass, which you gave a strong squeeze on each cheek as she worked her hips and movements on you in a way that made show off her dancing skills quite well. As you kissed, Chaery patiently began to undress you, starting with your cardigan and continuing with your polo shirt, which she tossed to the floor to leave you completely naked from the waist up.

Wanting to be on equal terms with her, you grabbed the hem of Chaery's crop top and pulled it up over her head, taking it off and tossing it with the rest of your clothes. Now you were both naked from the waist up, and you dove in to kiss and lick her small tits for a few seconds of pleasure, but unfortunately, the song ended.

"Alright, it's my turn, get up from there brat," Chaeyeon said, and Chaery reluctantly got up.

Chaeyeon went for a completely different formula than Chaery, she didn't straddle you, but stood between your legs with her back to you, and flexed her knees to slowly lower her ass until she was sitting right on top of your boner. She grabbed your knees, and as soon as the song started, she started moving her ass like you've never seen her move before, you couldn't help but gasp, since she was literally moving your boner from side to side between her butt cheeks while she moved her hips.

“Oh oppa… this reminds me of me of jumping on your cock when we fuck in your spa room,” Chaeyeon said looking over her shoulder at you, just to tease Chaery, “it really feels so amazing inside my pussy."

Your hands went to her ass as it moved slowly and sensually over you, and you instinctively gave her right buttock a hard spank that made her squeal. Chaeyeon scrambled to her feet and turned around, leaning down to start unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs as you helped kick off your shoes. Only your boxers were left, which Chaeyeon also pulled down to release your hard throbbing cock, when this happened, she turned her back on you again and slowly removed her panties, revealing her pretty pussy for you.

She lowered her ass again, pressing your cock between her buttocks and resuming her lap dance. Your hands went to her waist, enjoying how she moved her hips to the rhythm of the sexy music that didn't take long to end as well. A few more seconds passed, and when she knew the song was about to end, she teased with grabbing your cock and impaling herself on it, but finally she got up with a mischievous smile on her face. Chaery didn't look happy at all tho.

"Well? Who danced and who dressed better, oppa?" Chaeyeon asked, biting her lip to go stand next to Chaery. You were silent for a second, taking in the fact that they were really using you to compete with each other, it's not like you cared either.

You thought about it for a second, but really the answer was clear.

"Chaery, your outfit is sexier for my taste and it suits you better, but objectively Chaeyeon dressed better," you sentenced, and Chaeyeon smiled proudly, "however, Chaery is the clear dance winner, she did concentrate on dancing and not in teasing," Chaery, whose face seemed a bit dull after you gave Chaeyeon the first point, brightened up again.

"This is just beginning," Chaery said, licking her lips and walking over to kneel between your legs, caressing your thighs up and down as she looked into your eyes, "God, I'll finally suck your cock, oppa… you don't know how long I've waited for this moment," she bit her lip, taking your hard cock in her hand and catching the tip of it with her lips, giving it slow sucks up and down. You gasped, and Chaeyeon climbed up on the couch to kneel down and put her pussy to the side of your face.

"His cock is so fucking juicy, taste it really good, sis," Chaeyeon said before she grabbed your hair and turned you to the right to bury your face straight into her pussy. She moaned loudly, and despite being somewhat surprised at first, you began to please her by eating her pussy, "I've already lost count of the number of times I've sucked him off, his cum is always so fucking delicious," she said to tease Chaery, who took it as a dare and plunged her head lower into your cock.

Chaery began to pump her head up and down on your cock, taking more than half of it in and out of her mouth with each of her sensual movements, which with the passing of the seconds became more and more messy. Chaeyeon meanwhile had you tightly gripped by your hair, while you tasted her folds with your tongue and moved it in the exact same way you knew she liked it.

"Mmm, you eat my pussy so fucking good honey," Chaeyeon moaned, tangling her fingers through your hair as you eat her out, "this is exactly what I needed after promoting all day," On the other hand, Chaery put her hands on both of your thighs, bobbing her head up and down as she slurped and sucked your dick so good you moaned against Chaeyeon's pussy. You had one hand on Chaery's head, and the other squeezing one of Chaeyeon's buttocks hard.

Chaeyeon suddenly pulled you away from her pussy, only to turn around and plunge your face between her buttocks, you got the hint, and started eating her familiar enough ass for you as hard and frantically as you knew she loved it. She started moaning loudly, while Chaery gave you an intense and messy blowjob that was driving you completely crazy.

You already knew every single one of Chaeyeon's weaknesses, and the biggest one was the fact that you played with her pussy while you ate her ass like a complete animal. So you did, and passed a hand between her legs to take it directly to her clit, which you began to rub as fast as you could considering your uncomfortable position. Chaery took you straight to her throat without any complicity or gag reflex, which of course surprised you but also made you moan even louder against Chaeyeon's ass, who, judging by her slight tremors, wasn't too far from cum.

Chaery kept your cock in her throat for a few long seconds, until she pulled you out with a deep breath as she quickly rubbed your spittle cock. At that precise moment, Chaeyeon pulled your hair hard to sink your mouth even more against her ass, you gave her the finishing touches, also rubbing her clit in circles with your two fingers until finally she exploded between whimpers. She ground her hips against your face, and as she navigated her orgasm, she flopped forward with her ass up and face against the couch.

"Now can you eat me too, oppa?" Chaery asked, and when you had your eyes free, you could see all the mess she had made, your dick completely full of saliva, her messy hair and her mouth quite wet.

"Oh yes, come here honey," you said. Chaery stood up, took off her panties, and pushed Chaeyeon off the couch to put herself in her place. Chaeyeon fell to the ground with a squeal of pain.

"Hey, be careful!" she groaned from the floor, as Chaery put a hand on your chest and made you lie on your back on the sofa.

"Shut up, you disturbed my date, it's what you deserve," Chaery said coldly and sharply, climbing on top of you and slowly crawling up to straddle your face. She pressed her thighs to either side of your head, and slowly lowered her hips to get as close to your mouth as possible, she gasped at the feel of your breath, and as soon as she put full pressure on you, you began to eat her pussy with even more dedication and effort than with Chaeyeon.

"How was I supposed to know you were here with him!" Chaeyeon defended back, climbing back onto the couch but kneeling between your outstretched legs to grab your cock with one hand and start moving her wrist up and down. You immediately started moaning again, gripping Chaery's toned ass tightly as you ate her silky, luscious pussy.

"I told you to go away and you didn't!" Chaery yelled back, combined with a cute moan as you licked her folds up and down with your entire tongue, "Today he was completely mine!'' The discussion was getting a little out of control, and you decided to put everything in order by giving Chaery a very strong spank on her buttock, which made her squeal and understand her message.

"He's going to go away! How do you expect me not to take advantage of it!?" Chaeyeon was still just as flustered, but Chaery, obedient to you, didn't reply anymore, "This beautiful and perfect cock is too precious to let go without a proper farewell," she began to move her hand even faster up and down your cock, stimulating only the tip from time to time and then the entire length while with the other hand she massaged your balls.

Chaery, like her sister, began to slowly grind her hips back and forth as her body felt better and better from your licking against her pussy, and when you noticed a significant change in her body language, you began to alternate between her pussy and her ass, which made her grab your hair with both hands and press her half-cloth-covered thighs to either side of your head hard.

A moment ago, Chaery had already left you quite close to your orgasm, so it only took a few more strokes from Chaeyeon for you to suddenly start to erupt cum into the air, she moved her hand much slower now, leaving all your cum flowed free and stained both her hand and the sofa. You moaned against Chaery's ass, and then you felt Chaeyeon take you into her mouth to suck you off clean.

Feeling your moans against both her ass and pussy, Chaery moaned louder and more frequently towards the ceiling, and you gave her ass another hard spank until about a minute later, her body began to squirm as she reached her first orgasm. She ground her hips hard, nearly choking you with her pussy and her ass against your nose and mouth, but you gladly scooped up every little drop of her pussy fluid. Chaeyeon pulled you out of her mouth, having finally swallowed every drop of your cum and left your cock clean.

"Well? Who tasted better, oppa?" Chaery asked between small moans, getting off your face to look you down. You were just getting your breath and energy back after eating a couple of pussies and asses in a row, so it took you a few seconds to respond.

"Well… Chaeyeon's ass tasted better than yours, but your pussy tasted so much better than hers," you sighed, finally catching some of your breath to sit back on the couch, "you," you pointed at Chaeyeon, "Take off that fucking corset, I want you both completely naked, but you'll just keep that necklace on and she'll keep her stockings on."

"Are you going to split the points evenly all night?" Chaeyeon asked, raising an eyebrow, doing just as you asked to free her pretty tits.

"For now yes, in the end I will give my verdict and there will be a winner anyway," you said with a mischievous little smile, "now, who wants to get fucked first?"

"MEEE!" they both yelled at the same time, and you laughed, "No, me!" They both said in unison again.

"Guys, can you please agree on something for once?" you asked, arms crossed.

"I'm the eldest, I must go first!" Chaeyeon said, and Chaery huffed in annoyance, sitting on the far edge of the sofa. Chaeyeon straddled you, and she cupped your face with both hands to press her pussy against your cock, kiss you, and start grinding her hips slowly to bring your boner back to life.

When your cock was fully hard again, Chaeyeon without breaking the kiss lifted her hips, took your cock and lined it up with her entrance to slowly impale herself along the length of your shaft. She moaned against your lips at first, but then couldn't help but pull away from the kiss to let Chaery know how amazing it felt to have you inside her.

She forcefully grabbed your neck with both hands, keeping your cock buried deep down her pussy for a few seconds until she began to move slowly up and down, taking your cock completely in and out with each of her movements. Her moans were not contained for a moment, she always kissed you when you fucked, but this time she wanted to make her sister envy, who was folding her arms looking elsewhere.

With the passing of the seconds she stopped moving her hips in a slow and sensual way to now start bouncing on your cock, making sure to slam her ass against your pelvis with each jump she took. Her hands moved from your neck to your shoulders, where she held on before planting her feet flat on either side of your hips and beginning to bounce up and down your throbbing cock. You let her jump on your cock for another minute, where you had her ass gripped tightly to help her jump harder.

"Okay, enough, switch," you commanded between gasps, and Chaeyeon clicked her tongue followed by a grunt, she stopped, reluctantly scooting off your cock to sit to the side.

Chaery pounced on you like a lynx on her prey, and wasting no time, she pressed her thighs to either side of your hips and lifted her ass to sit on your cock, taking your entire length inside. her incredibly tight pussy. You both moaned in unison, and you threw your head back for a second, a window that Chaery took advantage of to start distributing little kisses and suckers on your neck. Your hands went to her waist, where your fingers clung firmly as she began to pump her hips against your cock, in a much more sensual and pleasurable way for both of you compared to Chaeyeon's more rustic and frenetic style.

You let her continue kissing your neck for a few seconds, while your hands ran down her soft back to go down again and reach her ass, which you squeezed hard as she went up and down faster and faster. Chaery never ceased to amaze you, this time taking out her incredible dance skills to use against your cock, she was pumping her hips faster, but that didn't stop her from making you moan with every single movement, almost twerking up and down on your shaft.

She had already lasted longer riding you than her sister, and you knew it, but Chaery's bounces felt so fucking good that you left her for a few more long seconds, in which you met her lips in a deep and passionate kiss full of of muffled moans. You wrapped your arms around her body for a moment, letting her keep moving on your cock until you finally put the brake on.

"Fuck, stop there honey," you gasped against her lips, and Chaery pouted, "it's your sister's turn again," you hadn't been looking at her, but Chaeyeon was rubbing her pussy next to you.

"Who was better riding you, oppa?" Chaeyeon asked, as Chaery lazily got off of you.

"I don't have a doubt about that, Chaery is the winner," you answered confidently, "and before you protest, get how you want me to fuck you now," you ordered.

"This thing wasn't extendable?" she said, referring to the sofa as she felt around the side of it, until she found the lever and pulled it, causing the back of the sofa to come loose and then push it back, "there it is."

Chaeyeon used the new free space to move more comfortably, to lie on her back, support herself on her elbows and spread her legs wide, rubbing between her folds with two of her fingers. You climbed on the sofa now turned into a bed, and crawled onto top of her, cupping your cock in your hand and sliding into her pussy without any foreplay.

Chaeyeon had much more experience with you after having fucked so many times both in your spa room and in her bedroom, and she knew perfectly well what you loved the most about her: her sexy pair of legs with which she caught your torso as soon as she she felt you again deep in her pussy.

She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you close to her so she could feel your breath as you began to rock your hips rapidly back and forth, slamming down her pussy and making her moan just inches from your face. You noticed that she made a move to kiss you, but you threw your head back in revenge for not having kissed you while she was riding you; You smirked as you looked into her eyes, she didn't seem happy with that, so she once again tried it.

"Don't get smart, Chaeyeonnie," you murmured, hands resting on either side of her body as she caressed the hair at the nape of your neck between moans, "you may win this round, but that doesn't mean you can always get what you want."

"Oh come on, you love kissing me oppa, don't be tough," she moaned, biting her lower lip, arching her back with her eyes closed as you rocked her body with each thrust.

"If you ruin my date the least I can do is play tough, sweetie," you bit her chin, a little harder than usual, "actually, your time is up," you said, disengaging from her thighs and pulling your dick from her pussy.

"But!-" she was going to protest, watching as you separated from her and joined Chaery just a meter away from her. Something told you that you had left her very close to her orgasm.

"Shut up bitch," Chaery snapped, lying on her back and spreading her legs for you, "it's my turn with my boy," you smiled at that, and she winked at you.

You leaned forward, pressing the back of your hard cock against Chaery's pussy and resting your forearms on either side of her head to kiss her, she lovingly cupped your face with both hands, and as you shared a slow, sensual kiss, you blew your hips back to slide into her tight pussy. Chaery moaned against your lips, and her back arched as she felt you fill her again.

"Fuck, you're possessive aren't you?" You teased with a little smile, returning her favor and moving your hips in a sensual and deep way, not putting much emphasis on speed or hardness, just making her feel every inch of your cock with each pump.

"How could I not be? Just look at you..." she moaned against your lips, running her hands over your shoulders, your back and then grabbing your ass, "you are a work of art, and you drive me crazy," you came back to kiss her between moans, putting a hand between your bodies to squeeze one of her tits, then you approached one of her ears.

"I'm going to say that Chaeyeon won this round just to make her think you're even," you whispered, "but I want you to know that you're still the winner, honey," you gently nipped at her earlobe, and she grinned from ear to ear while you fucked her harder and harder.

You lowered your body slightly more, to leave your face at the level of her chest and kiss and lick her tits one by one, you did so for a few long seconds, until finally you gave her one last strong thrust and slowly left her pussy. Leaving her just as disappointed as Chaeyeon.

"Well? Who won this round, oppa?" Chaeyeon asked, already waiting for you upside down, playing with her ass with one of her fingers inside it.

"You can rest assured, Chaeyeonie," you said, breathing hard, "you won this round," you were a pretty good liar, so she bought it. Chaery just kept quiet, preparing herself to take your cock up her ass when you were done with Chaeyeon.

"Does that mean you can fuck my ass now?" asked Chaeyeon wiggling her buttocks, "I've been wanting it all damn day," she bit her lower lip, watching as you went with her and knelt over her, knees on either side of her hips.

"More like the whole fucking week huh? You anal slut," you said, spitting all the saliva accumulated in your mouth onto your dick to make it slippery, a couple of drops fell onto Chaeyeon's ass, and you used two fingers to slightly lubricate it inside.

"I wasn't an anal slut until I felt your cock in there, it's your fault," she smiled, looking over her shoulder at you as you lined your cock up with her ass, and with a slow thrust, your cock slid in little by little inside her tight hole. You moaned out loud, having missed the feeling of that wonderful butthole so much.

"I'm not going to lie to you, I missed this fucking ass a lot," you gasped, shoving the last few inches of your erection into her ass, you rested for a second, and then began to rock your hips back and forth very slowly, fully taking your cock in and out.

She tried to keep responding to you, but as your cock slid easier with each pump, she began to let out little whimpers as you began to move your hips significantly faster. Your hands went to her waist, and just as you knew she liked it, you pressed her flesh very strongly, while you slammed her ass with all the intensity you could.

Chaeyeon also liked strong and rustic treatment, so first you started with a spicy spank straight to her right buttock, she squealed and squirmed, and then you gave her another spank to the other buttock. Her ass was now a bright red, and to put the icing on the cake, you grabbed a handful of her platinum pink hair and yanked it back hard, slamming her ass mercilessly with your cock.

"Oh fuck yes oppa!" Chaeyeon squealed, "I'm going to miss that cock in my ass so fucking much, oh my god!!" Chaery covered her ears, as Chaeyeon was yelling too loud even by her standards. You kept fucking Chaeyeon, not wanting to stop since you wanted to grant both of them the delight of making them cum with your cock in her asses.

You fucked her ass for a couple minutes, not letting go of her hair for a single second and squeezing her firm ass with your free hand. Chaeyeon didn't know where to hold on, she was desperately looking for a place near the edge of the sofa to cling to, but in the midst of her desperate moans, her orgasm played against her and she went into an intense chain of strong spasms one after another. You slowed down the pace of your pumping, patiently waiting for her to pass her orgasm before slowly pulling out of her ass.

"I'm sure you'll miss not being able to sit down, too," you teased Chaeyeon, with a giggle which she shared with you.

“I'm sure I will, it's hilarious to see my manager confused when I'm just standing there,” Chaeyeon said, lying on her forearms with heavy breathing.

"Well, are you ready, my sweet baby?" you asked Chaery, who was fucking her ass with two of her fingers, her face lit up when you spoke to her turn.

"I couldn't be more ready darling," she replied, and you were inexplicably happy that she had dropped the word 'oppa' to now call you darling.

"Come here then," you smiled, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up to lay her face down, slightly lifting her leg and repeating the same process as with Chaeyeon, except that you wanted to be extremely loving and careful with Chaery. You thrust your hips very slowly, and when the tip of your cock was inside her ass, you leaned forward to give her neck and shoulders loving little kisses, as she gasped and began to whimper with every inch of your manhood burying inside her butthole.

When you were completely inside her ass you took one of your hands to her waist to hold it and the other to her face, to take her by the chin, make her turn her face slightly and kiss her affectionately while you began to move your hips slowly, letting her her hole will get used to your thickness before making it faster.

There was really no need to do it fast and hard with her, you wanted to make the difference between the two of them very clear, with one you only fucked casually, looking for mutual pleasure and nothing more, but with the other you had a connection far beyond sexually, you felt love for her, to the point of wanting to make her feel like the princess she was even in bed.

Chaery certainly appreciated the fact that you were loving and as tender as possible with her, it was reflected in how she held the side of your face while she kissed you, and how she caressed your cheek with her thumb in the middle of her cute moans of pleasure. You didn't want to be harsh with her, but you did make sure she felt with every fiber of her body every single deep thrust of your hips.

"I love that you fuck me like this honey…" Chaery moaned against your lips, and you wrapped your arm around her neck to hold her closer to you, not stopping to give her little kisses as you sensually pumped your cock in and out of her tight ass, "you make me feel so… special."

"It's because you're special, Chaeryeongie," you murmured against her lips, between kisses, "you make me want to make you feel this way every time you smile, so please don't stop doing that," you now plunged into her neck with little kisses and licks, and as if you had flipped a hidden switch in her, her moans became much louder and longer.

You weren't surprised to discover that above all possible things, what turned Chaery on the most in bed was simply being truly loved, as she just said it: 'feeling special.' Her orgasm came in a matter of seconds, you still weren't moving your hips half as fast as you could, but still she cummed as if you had been fucking her mercilessly for 10 minutes straight. You hugged her with both arms, pinning her against her mattress while her body shook between tremors and cute moans. You stayed completely inside her for a few seconds while her body relaxed, and when any trace of her orgasm finally disappeared, you pulled out of her between heavy breaths.

"God, you two are going to make me throw up how pretty you look," Chaeyeon said, faking a gag. You just only laughed about it.

"Honey... who's the winner this time? Who has the best pussy and ass?" Chaery asked, still reeling from her orgasm.

"You're forgetting a little detail, girls," you said, getting up from the sofa to stand facing the edge, "you haven't made me cum again, so I consider it fair to decide it that way. I'll cum twice, once in a pussy , and the other in an ass. That's to show my favorites."

“That's pretty fair to me,” Chaeyeon said, crawling to the edge of the couch to get on her hands and knees right in front of you.

"Me too," Chaery said a second later, moving to her sister's side just like her, on her hands and knees.

You stared at the scene for a few seconds, the two Lee sisters, both fucking hot and with incredibly tight, toned and sexy bodies, and above all, a pair of asses to drool over. You didn't bother wasting time, and decided to give your second load of the night to Chaery. One hand went to her waist, and the other to your cock as you guided it into her tight, wet pussy.

Chaery moaned again, and this time she looked over her shoulder at you to nod her head, giving you the green light to fuck her as hard as you wanted this time. So you did, fucking her frantically right from the start, one hand on her ass as your cock disappeared between her buttocks with each hard pump.

The sounds of your pelvis crashing against her ass echoed through the entire living room, even over the music that continued to blare from the bluetooth speaker on the table. You caressed her buttocks with both hands, then gave them one last squeeze before feeling the tingle in your lower abdomen.

"We have our first winner..." you growled, giving a sudden pace up to your thrusts before delivering one last hard thrust, releasing your entire load into Chaery's tight pussy, who let out a small sigh of contentment and relief when felt your thick liquid fill her completely.

"Does that mean I have the best ass?" Chaeyeon asked, completely ignoring the fact that she had just lost at something.

"I'm not going to answer that question, don’t be a bitch" you said, pulling out of Chaery's pussy, letting your cum spill from it onto the couch, and taking your already drenched cock from your and Chaery's fluids to guide it into Chaeyeon's butthole.

You didn't care that you were overstimulating yourself, at first it was painful, but you knew how to endure it like a champion as the pain turned back into pleasure. You fucked Chaeyeon with all the strength and accumulated rage that you hadn't used against Chaery, you included absolutely everything, hair pulling, exaggeratedly strong spanks, and even a lot of degradation that made her very fucking horny.

When Chaeyeon already had both buttocks red as a tomato and her hair all messed up, you started to feel certain signs in your body that your third orgasm of the night was just around the corner. A bead of sweat trickled down your temple, and you gave Chaeyeon one last hard spank that made her scream in pain before giving her one last hard thrust, shooting thick streams of cum into your favorite ass all over the girls with which you had fucked. And that was saying enough.

"Oh my fucking god… I'm going to miss feeling that load inside my ass so much," Chaeyeon moaned biting her lip, her brow furrowing as she looked over her shoulder at you, "promise me when you get back you'll come home to fuck me."

"I can't promise you anything, I might have to put my double shifts on hold for a while," you replied, glancing at Chaery, who smiled at you.

"Agh, how boring you are!" Chaeyeon complained, and you pulled your cock out of her ass, letting your cum flow freely out of it and onto the couch.

After that, the three of you began to clean yourselves and also clean the entire room as best you could, especially the sofa. During all that time the atmosphere changed for the better after the lewd side was finally satisfied, you knew Chaeyeon very well, and you knew how fun and wonderful she was, just like her sister, so you did not stop laughing with fleeting comments about how quickly everything had gone uphill for you, and they were certainly right, in that first session in the spa you could never imagine that you were going to fuck one of the members and her sister in the same night, it sounded stupid in your head, but maybe that's how lucky you were.

When everything was finally clean and orderly, you were left dressed only in your boxers, and Chaery in her panties, stockings and white sweater. The two of you had returned the sofa back to its natural shape, and sat next to each other as Chaeyeon prepared to leave.

"Oppa, do you want to come with me or are you going to stay with Chaery?" Chaeyeon asked, picking up her phone from the table and putting it in her pocket. You didn't even think twice before throwing an arm around Chaery's shoulders and snuggling her against you.

"Before you came I was already perfectly happy here, Chaeyeonie, so no thanks, I'm staying," you said with an innocent little smile, caressing Chaery's shoulder with your hand as she hugged your torso.

"So that answers my question, she's your favorite Lee Sister," Chaeyeon nodded with an amused expression, "but hey, it's okay, I haven't given up yet," she winked at you.

"Bye unnie," Chaery waved, eager for her to finally be gone from her.

"Bye sis, I'll call you soon, okay? Take care!" Chaeyeon waved back, and then blew you a kiss before disappearing down the hall.

When Chaeyeon left the atmosphere lightened up significantly for the two of you, everything was now as calm and peaceful as before, and you made sure to snuggle Chaery tight against you, giving her as much warmth as possible. You put on a movie, and you were completely silent for the entire duration of it, just enjoying each other's company and how good each other's warmth felt.

You were already starting to feel sleepy just like her, and just when the credits of the movie rolled on the screen, she turned to look at you, give you a little kiss on the cheek and grab your chin to make you see her.

"Thank you honey... really," she said in a low, soft voice.

"Why Baby?" you asked, cupping the side of her face and brushing her cheek with your thumb.

"For choosing me," she looked you straight in the eyes, two shining pearls, "In my trainee days all the boys always went with Yeji or Ryujin," she began to say, with a sadder and more melancholy tone, "Or with any of the other girls, never with me," she sighed.

"Honey, choosing you was too easy for me," you smiled, giving her a little kiss on the lips, "you're too fucking beautiful, and your smile melts me."

"You're not going to forget me when you go on tour with those girls, are you?" she asked with a certain insecure tone.

"How could I possibly forget about you?" you chuckled, giving her little kisses all over her face, "that will never happen, I promise."

"God, how are you so cute?" Chaery, clung tightly to your body once more, resting her chin on your chest and looking up, "can we have a redo from our date? that bitch ruined everything," she sighed.

"You can have as many redos as you want, honey, and I would never get tired of you," you gave her another kiss on the lips, she just smiled from ear to ear, and as the minutes passed, you both fell fast asleep.

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resinfish · 11 months

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Louisville Doll Theft Update

So I posted a couple weeks back about my friend whose landlord stole his doll collection, and I have good news and bad news.

The good news is we were able to track down one of the trucks. The bad news is that it belonged to a charity donation pickup that just ended up with their clothes and furniture after everything else had been taken by the "cleaners."

After calling all the cleaners and junk haulers in the area, we've narrowed it down to two, the first admitted to working with Barrett Goff/Allodium in the past but acted a little squirrely when I mentioned stolen property and said they hadn't been on that side of town that week, but the guy was otherwise sweet and cooperative, and said company policy is to donate anything not broken. The second admitted they let their employees just grab and take whatever, then got an attitude and said they "couldn't confirm or deny involvement," and told us to come back with a warrant. They're the only ones out of the internet's entire trove of KY Louisville area junk haulers that refused to give answers, which is pretty sus.

(Who, in the course of a normal conversation, says stuff like "can neither confirm nor deny involvement"? Not sure if these guys are guilty or just extra...)

Anyway, with nothing turning up on online resale platforms, the next stop is flea markets. As they're working extra gigs to save for a new place (and a lawyer), I'm hoping to save them a PI fee by organizing a sweep with people in the area, to run through local flea markets and see if anyone's trying to sell a massive doll collection. They already can't afford HRT anymore, if they have to pay a pi and a lawyer, getting justice will get prohibitively expensive both financially and personally

If you are local to the Louisville KY area, even if you're not in the hobby, please dm me and I'll go over the ones we haven't eliminated by phone yet. They've been advised to get a private investigator, but they really don't have that kind of money lying around after being robbed and left homeless. If I can get enough Baker Street Irregulars together to help, we can let them use their savings for a lawyer.

Again, the collection is made up of mostly Ringdoll, DIM, ResinSoul/Bobobie, and some Soom. Also among the more distinctive dolls we're trying to recover are Custom House Saint Mina and LE Sad Mina, an Island Doll Shukaku ver. 2 fullset, and a secondhand Volks free choice girl with goth vampire faceup and antique-looking dress.

If anyone knows attorneys who take cases for cheap or pro bono, please contact me so I can refer them. They've applied to the ACLU, but with the organization's workload these days, it's kind of a crapshoot.

If you can't volunteer and want to help, you can donate at:

Cashapp: $hyperionasshole and his new PP @memeharrington

Because posts with images get more traffic, here is me and my friend on my annual bluebonnet day, and our dolls (the blondes--RS Dai and 1st gen BBB Apollo--are his, and probably still wearing these outfits):

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corioswife · 4 months

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this was a request 🎀 nsfw 18+ skip if uncomfortable !!

Academy!Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

please send me your requests <3

The Capitol University has always been a prestigious institution, attracting the brightest minds from across Panem. Among its esteemed student body, two particular figures stood out: Coriolanus Snow and you.

You and Snow shared a competitive rivalry, each determined to outshine the other in every area of academics and social life. Despite your strong dislike for each other, you couldn't deny the underlying attraction that seemed to draw you closer.

One day, during a particularly intense study session, you and Snow find yourselves working on adjoining tables in the library. As usual, you’re both engrossed in their work, oblivious to the others' presence. But then, something unexpected happens.

You're both feeling a strong attraction for each other. It's not just the usual academic rivalry or physical attraction that's drawing you to one another; there's something deeper, a strange sort of understanding between the two of you.

As the evening wears on, the library begins to empty out. The soft glow of lamplight casts an intimate spell over the once tense atmosphere. Coriolanus Snow, unable to concentrate further on his work, finally looks up, his gaze meeting yours across the table.

Your hearts race as your eyes lock. You both know this moment could change everything, but neither can resist the pull any longer. With a mix of fear and anticipation, you stand up from your chair, walking slowly towards him.

As you approach Snow, the air around you becomes thick with anticipation. He swallows hard, his eyes never leaving yours. Just as you're about to reach him, he stands up as well, closing the small gap between you.

You reached out, placing your hand on his chest. His heart was pounding in his chest, his breathing quick and shallow. He couldn't deny the feelings any longer.

You leaned in closer, your lips just barely brushing against his. He could feel the heat from your body, and it was intoxicating. Snow responded by pressing his body against yours, his hand sliding down your back.

As you felt his hand slide down your back, you knew this was it. You couldn't resist anymore. Your lips met his in a passionate kiss, one that was filled with both anger and desire. Snow pulled you closer, your bodies melting together as you explored each other's mouths.

You kissed harder, your tongues dancing against each other's lips. It was a fiery exchange, fueled by the years of unspoken desire and hidden attraction. Snow broke the kiss for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as he panted.

" I've wanted this for so long " he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. " I never thought it would happen between us. "

As your kisses intensified, you could feel the heat between them growing stronger. Your bodies were in sync, moving together as if they were made for each other. You moaned into his kiss, unable to contain your desire any longer.

The kisses became more urgent, your hands roaming over each other's bodies. Snow's hand found its way under your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that sent shivers down your spine.

" I want you " you whispered against his lips. " Please, Snow "

" You never have to ask twice " he said, his voice thick with desire. With one swift movement, he picked you up, pressing you against the wall. His lips found your neck, his teeth grazing lightly against your skin as he nipped and sucked.

You felt the warmth of his breath against your neck as he nibbled and sucked. The soft moans that escaped your lips only fueled his passion. He pressed his hips against yours, his arousal clear through his clothing.

Snow's kisses trailed down your neck, his hands roaming over your curves. You felt a mixture of fear and anticipation as he continued to explore your body. His hands moved to your waist, pulling up your shirt to reveal your soft skin.

" I need to taste you " he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of your earlobe before dipping inside. You could feel the heat from his body as he leaned in closer, his lips just barely brushing against yours.

You gasped softly as he kissed your neck and sucked on your earlobe, shivering slightly from his touch. Snow's hands were moving up your stomach, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that made you tremble with desire.

As the kiss deepened, you felt Snow's other hand gently caress your waist, pulling you even closer. His heartbeat pounded against your chest, matching the rapid pace of your own.

You felt Snow's warm breath against your neck as he whispered, " Are you ready for this? " His hand slid down your back, stopping just above your buttocks.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded against his chest, your heart pounding wildly. The anticipation mixed with desire sent shivers through your entire being. As he squeezed your hip gently, you couldn't help but lean into him, eager for whatever came next.

Feeling your nod, Snow pulled away slightly to look into your eyes. His gaze held a mix of lust and tenderness as he leaned down once more, his lips brushing against your ear. " Then let's make this perfect "

Snow whispered before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss once more. His hands slid down your body, grazing the soft skin of your thighs, spreading warmth and desire. His touch was tender yet firm, guiding you through this intense dance of love and lust.

As the kiss deepened, Snow's hand slowly slid underneath your skirt. His fingers trailed along your inner thigh, sending shivers down your spine. You moaned into the kiss, arching your back slightly to press against his hand.

Snow smiled against your lips, his tongue dancing with yours as his hand slid further up your leg. His fingers brushed against your panties, tracing soft patterns over your sensitive skin. tracing over the material of your panties before finally touching your sex through your clothes. His fingers found you already wet and eager for him.

He couldn't believe it—he was really doing this. His heart raced as his hands explored further, his tongue dancing with yours in a fiery kiss. His fingers teased your clit, rubbing softly against the sensitive nub through your underwear.

His heart raced as he pressed his hips against yours, feeling your wetness against his underwear. He groaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up your thighs before pulling down your panties and throwing them to the side.

Snow pressed his hips against yours, grinding your lower halves together. His fingers traced teasing patterns over your folds, spreading your wetness. Without warning, he thrust two fingers deep into your core, filling you up in one swift motion.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrust deeper, finding that perfect spot inside you with his talented fingers. You could feel his warmth seeping, making you even wetter for him.

Snow couldn't hold back any longer, pressing his bare erection against your wet folds.

He groaned softly against your lips as his hips thrust forward, his thick arousal sliding against your soaking wet flesh. " Fuck " he moaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly

As your bodies met, there was an explosive connection. Your walls clenched around his invading length, milking him eagerly. His deep groans filled the room, a testament to the intense pleasure he found within you.

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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@marycorn requested: rin + bathing with him // no lukewarm love v-day event !

wc: 1.7k. cw: fem reader (referred to as woman like, once), fluff, rin isn't all that used to love :,3

"you're feeling more like oat milk and vanilla, or.." you pause, twisting the jar so you can read the label properly, "oh, you like this one- lavender and lemon?"

you hold up the candles, lifting them respectively as you speak, only to find rin - the very one your question is directed at - still staring at his phone intently as he rubs the back of his neck. the little frown etched between his brows and tense stance of his broad shoulders make him seem entirely too stressed for your liking.

"rin?" you ask again, putting one of the jars down on the counter. "you okay?"

it's only the lighter flicking that makes him snap out of his stupor. he glances over, teal eyes a bit confused until they settle on the candle you lit up - his favorite.

(it's hard to call it a favorite when it's actually the only scent he enjoys among all your other gourmand and flowery ones.)

"hm? yeah, sorry." rin sighs and locks his phone, setting it down before reaching to pull his hoodie off. "just some press shit before the season starts. had to catch up." he explains, voice muffled by the thick cotton over his mouth before he fully peels the garment off.

"'s alright." you hum softly, hand dipping into the bath water to check temperature. "i just don't like seeing you all pent up like that."

now, rin doesn't like how it feels, either. perhaps that's why he values his routine so much - the daily schedule he's been following ever since he realized how serious he is about football. morning stretch, breakfast, practice, lunch, gym, going home, dinner, evening yoga, then some meditation to finish the day. sounds like a lot — and it definitely is — but surprisingly so, it doesn’t feel as tiring as it might seem.

rin’s never really thought this tight schedule of his lacked anything, either — at least not until you crawled your way right into his heart, albeit a little too cold but oh, so aching for love still, and made yourself home in the long abandoned space. it's only natural you came with a whole package - all your silly candles, drawers full of various bath bombs and salts, and far too many masks to count, which you always looked so ecstatic to put on his face.

you came with your own little routine - one that fit so perfectly into his, it's almost as if it was fate's doing.

perhaps, this is exactly what he needed at the end of his day - your skin on his, head tilted back to rest on his shoulder as you listen to him speak, so intently and calmly as always. maybe, the feel of your fingers in his hair, tenderly pushing the bangs out of his face as you grin upon the sight - here's my handsome boy - is the little piece he longed for everyday.

(love, he thinks is the right word for it. he needed your love - but despite getting better at voicing out his feelings over the years, it's still far too sappy to admit to out loud.)

snapping out of thought, rin shakes his head. “yeah, me neither.” the man mumbles under his breath, and you need to look over your shoulder to make sure he’s just teasing — voice far too tired to make out the tone. “if they end up calling again, it's better cause someone's dead or some shit. not picking up otherwise.”

you laugh, and rin’s mouth curls into a rare smile.

“wow," you mumble, "that’s not very captain of you." you tease, to which he snorts.

"not very teammate of them to be such idiots either." you'd suppose there would be more of a bite to his tone as he retorts, but it's surprisingly gentle as he allows his gaze to rest on your silhouette, taking in the image of you slipping the silk robes off your shoulders and exposing the soft skin underneath. he sniffs shortly, "whatever. let's not talk about 'em anymore."

you only give a slight chuckle in reply as you slip into the bathtub, followed by a content sigh. the bubbles have grown thick and luscious, nearly covering most of your body once you’re fully submerged in the glittery lilac water, and rin’s cheeks grow warm in time with your own. yours, because the water is indeed just a bit too hot even for your liking; his, because you look so fucking sweet, a sight for his sore eyes.

pulling your knees chose to your chest, you squirm forward to make space behind you. "c'mon, it's gonna run cold-"

"shut up, woman," rin mutters under his breath as he steps in behind your back, lowering himself and pulling you flush against his chest once he's fully seated. the water sloshes over the edges at his sudden motion and you gasp - both at the mess and his jab.

"hey!" you try to turn in his grasp, but the way it tightens keeps you locked in place. rin laughs by your ear as you lean your head back with a pout. "it's the first time in, like, forever that we have time for this, and that's the treatment i get?"

rin gives your frame a squeeze again, paired with a chaste kiss pressed to the crook of your neck. you lean your head to the side, allowing more space, and it's almost muscle memory by this point - merely an instinct and unconscious thought that makes rin's heart jolt.

it has been a while, indeed, rin figures. you've been both way too busy with work to make way for the small things, pieces of your daily routines that in the end made the day feel this much better. now, he's not exactly sure how did all of... this become a regular routine for you two, but it has quickly turned out to be the very thing both his mind and body long for whenever it's time for a break.

maybe the lack of time was the cause of his annoyance spiking these past few days, eyes rolling upon the most minor inconveniences. he's never been the calmest type around the team, but it was truly best to keep your mouth around him lately. (if there has to be one person to ask about it, it's ryusei. as always.)

as rin inhales your scent, mixing with the faint citrus of the bubblebath and calming lavender the candle diffuses, he realizes that he's missed you.

long eyelashes flutter against your shoulder as he closes his eyes, hands starting to roam down your waist and grope their way to your hips where they finally settle.

"i missed you." rin admits, albeit to his own surprise - and it seems like yours, too, if the way your fingers flex on his knee is anything to go by. he noses at your neck and feels his shoulders finally loosen up. "missed this, i mean."

you shift in your seat slightly, back pressing against the firm planes of his chest even further, until you can nearly feel the steady thumping of his heart.

"me too." you say softly, one hand slipping to rest on his bicep instead while the other guides his other arm to wrap around your chest again. you squeeze it tight and turn your head to get a better look of rin's face. "it's not as fun without you anymore, yanno?"

rin must sense your gaze on him, cause as soon as you're done speaking, his head lifts from it's spot on your shoulder and turquoise eyes lock with yours. a small smile breaks across your face as you reach a hand up, pushing back the bangs that already start to stick to his forehead.

"you're telling me i'm fun?" the ravenette mumbles, corners of his lips pulling upwards when you go to mess with his hair.

your chest squeezes with adoration upon the sight - handsome, refined features on show, paired with the dearest look anyone could ever grace you with. sheepishly, you nuzzle your face against rin's neck and nod. "well- sometimes." you murmur and feel his throat vibrate with a laugh.

"took you long enough t' admit." rin snickers, straightening his legs a tad more as he leans back, until the water reaches shy past your collarbones. "you wanna tell me something else while we're at it, baby?" he taunts, head tipping down just slightly to steal a look at your face, still snugly fit in the crook between his neck and shoulder.

"mmhm, i just might." you hum, "i love you, dummy," you sigh, holding back an amused smile as you push yourself up. sitting up straight, you look back over your shoulder just in time to spot the very sight you've longed after for the past few days - teal eyes just barely hooded yet sparkling with so much affection, and a content smile to pair with.

you watch silently as rin rolls his shoulders back, arms moving to rest over the edge of the tub. it's been a little while since you've last seen his body this relaxed, lean muscles all loosened up and frame seemingly even more broad now as he rests.

"i love you, too," the man replies, feeling his smile widen upon noticing your lips curl up in a grin of your own as well. perhaps it's just these silly essential oils you've loaded the bath water with, or maybe it's the temperature and steam in general, cause there's a giddy feeling gnawing away at his chest and a loop pulling at his heart that makes it just a tad harder to breathe properly.

(it's the same sensation that only ever creeps up on him when he looks at you. love, rin thinks. he can voice it out all he wants, bare his heart for you countless times - but he's never getting used to how dizzy it makes him, searing hot in his veins and cotton-like in his head.)

a sense of serenity swirls around the room and mixes with the delicate lavender as silence falls over the both of you, other than the gentle fizz of bubbles and flicker of the candle. you hold rin's gaze as he breathes, chest in a steady rise and fall until he opens his mouth to speak - and you're surprised he's only ever asking for it now.

"wash my hair, please?" rin speaks - quietly and meekly so, as if you ever denied him the thing - and you roll your eyes, hand already reaching towards the stand to fetch the shampoo bottle as you smile, feeling so lovesick your chest hollows.

"thought you'd never ask."

#୨୧ 𝑁𝑂 𝐿𝑈𝐾𝐸𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑀 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 #✧.* zaria writes #thank you for requesting luv !! & for your kind words as well < 3 #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #rin x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock x you #bllk x you #itoshi rin x you #rin itoshi x you #blue lock imagines #itoshi rin #blue lock

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popopretty · 1 year

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BSD Chapter 105.5

"In the Narrow Room - the Later Part"

I love this chapter so much I have no words T_T Dazai is so precious I would trade the world for him!!

Please note that I typed it out very quickly while being hyped with neither English nor Japanese as my native language, so I might make mistakes here and there. Please forgive me I can't think really straight right now ;v;

SPOILERS AHEAD

Sigma tells Dazai that he cannot believe that Dazai is a normal person because he just single-handedly took down Fyodor, and asks Dazai why he chose him in the beginning instead of all the other usable tools (;v;). Dazai tells him there are 2 reasons, first is Sigma can act as Kunikida's replacement, because it would be very boring if there is no one there to be in awe and admire what Dazai did there. Sigma gets mad at Dazai and assumes that Dazai thinks he is not worthy enough to share the truth. Dazai corrects him saying that is not true, and that Dazai doesn't share anything with him because it's hard for him to understand, especially after he has been used by Tenningosui and others this whole time.

Dazai then decides to share one thing with Sigma and asks him if his ability to switch information works on dead people. Sigma confirms he can, as long as they have not been dead for a very long time. Dazai explains that he wants Sigma to use that ability on Fyodor (who is assumed dead at that point) to read his plan after that and save the ADA at the airport. Sigma is surprised Dazai did everything that he did only to save the ADA, and the words from people who used him in the past starts echoing in his head.

Dazai and Sigma get on an elevator to get to the room where Fyodor is supposed to be drown. While they are waiting, Sigma asks Dazai what is the second reason for Dazai to choose him, to which Dazai nonchalantly answers that if he didnt choose Sigma, Sigma would be silenced by Fyodor or Gogol later. Sigma is shocked, trying to confirm Dazai's intention to save him but Dazai doesn't say no more. Sigma starts to wonder what kind of place is the ADA. He thought Dazai was the same as those guys who used him, but he feels something different now. He thinks about how he wants a home, where he is not used by anyone, and he realizes that, the ADA is not using Dazai, and Dazai is not using the ADA either.

Dazai notices something is strange because the elevator is taking too long. Suddenly the evelator stop and they hear the voice of the time freezing skill user on the radio, begging for her life. Fyodor is seen alive with Chuuya, shooting her dead. Fyodor then tells Dazai over the radio that he is surprised, not by the flooding, but by the fact that Dazai and his 7-year partner's bond was so shallow that Dazai think Chuuya's ability cannot deal with that flood. He reveals that he has had Chuuya break and distort the track/rail of each partition wall when they entered. That way, it will prevent the doors to close properly, letting the water leak outside and allowing them to easily escape. He then says that if one cannot even think of that, they do not have enough qualification to use the gravity manipulation.

Sigma does not get why Fyodor could do that, Dazai then explains to him that Fyodor must have put one of his vampire among the guards, and when he couldn't contact with that vampire anymore, he was able to guess that the control room has been taken. It also means that Fyodor has already been in control of Mersault way before Dazai took his action.

Fyodor admits he was caught by surprirse with the attack though, and even though it is seemingly a suitable trial for a servant of God like him, he is weak and cannot stand it if he catches a cold, so he wants to return the favor by making Dazai and Sigma go through the same trial. After he says so, the elevator starts to be filled with water. The two of them try to get out as the door being locked and Fyodor praying for them to be held in the hands of God.

The chapter ends here. Next issue will be released on March 3 (Japan time). Thanks for reading till the end <3

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #summary #chapter 105.5 #dazai osamu #sigma #fyodor dostoevsky #spoilers #bsd spoilers

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piratefishmama · 3 months

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Fake it till you Make it | Part 21

Eddie wouldn’t necessarily call himself poor. Yes. He lived in a trailer park. But he wouldn’t necessarily call himself poor. He had money, he made bank on being weird for the women of Hawkins, he’d made an easy quick buck dealing back in his high school years, and he had many marketable skills that could get him some kind of menial labour kind of job.

Barback, auto repair, retail, manual labour, and of course, music among the few.

So he was never really poor enough to see moths fly from his wallet in place of cash, never poor enough to miss meals on purpose to save money, or to worry about where his next meal was going to come from while hunger gnawed at his gut.

But being able to just. Walk through a supermarket, without having to look at the price of things before putting them into the cart?

That was a level of financial security that he’d not yet attained, and yet there he was. After being given a second cart for himself, and being assured that he could get anything he thought he and Steve might want while John would grab things for himself and Lynda in his own cart, he was set loose with the simple instruction to meet at the checkouts, John would wait for him if he ended up there first and vice versa.

Eddie didn’t think he’d be finishing first though. There were options. He had options. He didn’t have to look at prices, he didn’t have to grab the cheapest things on the shelf, or look for things reduced in price cause they were about to expire.

He didn’t even have to do mental mathematics for taxes because it didn’t matter!

The only thing he had to worry about, the only thing that made Eddie completely certain in the fact that he’d be making John wait for him at the checkouts, was figuring out what Steve might want to eat without making it way too obvious that he didn’t actually know Steve all that well at all.

He was really starting to wish that he’d just sided with Steve about the pizza.

Okay so, contrary to popular belief given his whole. Keg King persona back in high school. Steve Harrington… couldn’t hold his drink.

At least not anymore. He couldn’t even do a hand stand anymore.

Before, he’d been a killer at it, he could drink and drink and drink, he was like a fish with it, king of the drinking games, lording it over the popular crowd as if it were something to actually be proud of, as if it were a genuine accomplishment to be able to out drink your peers.

But he didn’t drink anymore. At least not nearly as often as he used to.

Alcohol was expensive, and he worked minimum wage.

The most he could do was a six pack from the gas station that he and Robin would split out on a picnic blanket in his back yard, staring up at the sky with nothing but the glow of the pool lights to dim the stars above, laughing about their failed conquests and making plans neither of them could really afford to see through.

Back to the point, Steve, and Lynda Harrington, had found ol Mags’ stash of cheaper reds.

Not quite the big bucks bottles lining the shelves of the wine cellar which Steve, despite them being his now thank you very much grandparents and their ridiculously generous will, wouldn’t touch, but definitely heavy hitting enough to lighten any terrible lows that may have lingered after their earlier spat.

Which led them to their current predicament. Laying on the rug in the living room in front of a crackling fireplace, two glasses of wine between them, and two half empty bottles.

One each of course, they weren’t going to share just one, what were they? Poor?

Steve, feeling curious about a thing that’d come up once as a small, throwaway thought, now the only thing he could think about as he stared at the wooden beams that made up the ceiling and having zero inhibitions stopping him from asking it, so he asked, “How come you never brought up Robin?”

“Hm?” His mother turned to him, cheeks flushed a warm pink, she never could hold her alcohol, he’d gotten that skill from his dad, however fleeting his use of it had been. “Your friend?”

“Yeah, Robbie’s great, why’d you never… why’d you never try’n set me up with Robbie, wh’ts wrong with Robbie?” He didn’t think she meant to laugh quite as condescendingly as she had, but it definitely sounded like that as she burst out laughing. “Tried every girl but Robbie—s’not funny!”

“Oh, sweetheart, my little baby boy, Eddie… Eddie is lovely. You’re not… not thinking of leaving him for Robin are you?” That slight infliction on her name, what was wrong with Robin?! And then— “B’cause, cause… Jesus—baby, sweetie, you’re not— she’s not—it’s not… hm.” She looked at her almost empty glass as if it’d offended her, then placed it down to look at him again “It’s s’not my place… if you don’t know, s’not my place to tell you!”

“What do you know?” He pushed himself up onto his rear, shaking his head for a moment to clear up the spinny feeling that followed him moving “I—I know everything, Robbie tells me everythin but you… you don’t—what do you know about Robbie?”

“Pfft, sweetheart if you want a chance with Robin then, I’m sorry you’re definitely not aware of everything and that’s surprising, does she know you’re… you know… safe? To talk to I mean? You seemed so close I thought she’d have told you!” Granted, half of the words she was saying were slurred, but not slurred enough that he couldn’t make them out, and they were ringing all the alarm bells his brain could possibly conjure.

What did his mother know, and how had she found it out? “I don’t, I just—I was just wondering why you never—I thought maybe you didn’t think she cut it or something stupid, she’s told me everythin but that doesn’t explain why you know… or what you know, what do you know?”

And now his mother was up, sitting up straight doing the exact same thing as him, shaking off that little spinny spin the world decided to do as she sat up too fast. “Robin is perfect, Steven. Truly a one of a kind, kind of young woman.” The slurring had reduced the more serious she’d become, as if the alcohol couldn’t quite touch the severity of what they were now talking about “she also doodles quite obscene things on her shoes. I saw them in the rack not the last time we were home, the time before it? When she stayed the night? Those ratty old canvas things she wore covered in marker scribbles… most young ladies don't doodle breasts on their shoes, and they certainly don’t write about going 'down' on someone’s sister… I… figured it out. I also know that this isn’t something we should be talking about without her being aware of it.” Or at all, really.

She was right. As usual, his mother was right, he even knew she was right about the pizza, he always broke out a little after Tony’s, a few spots would always appear around his mouth that’d drive him insane, so he knew she was right about the groceries too, but yet…

It was so hard to admit that she was right.

“She uh… she was talking about what you guys were doin before we came out here y’know?” But if his mother knew about Robin then… maybe it wasn’t bad to talk about it. His mom regarded him with a curious expression but didn’t ask him to elaborate, didn’t stop him from elaborating either though “the matchmaking thing? I was complaining about it, cause… y’know… I had someone already” no he didn’t, but the excuse of ‘they all sucked’ probably wouldn’t go down very well. “And she said she wished you’d try setting her up with someone…” it was probably a joke but then…

Robin had been struggling.

The uncertainty in approaching queer dating in a small town like Hawkins was… scary. It was terrifying. They were only getting older, there’d only be so many more chances to experience things and trying to experience things later in life while being a big ol bundle of inexperienced anxiety?

Not fun, Steve didn’t want that for Robin. He wanted her to experience things. To be confident in herself because he loved her. He wanted nice things for her. And nice things involved kissing pretty ladies.

“Really?” Oh that little lightbulb, the devious little twinkle in her eyes, her passion reignited, aimed at a much more deserving and probably receptive target “Oh! Sweetie she should have said, second we get home, give her my personal number, okay? It’s up to her to call me but I would— I have a rolodex of names, an it’ll only the best for—for Robin.” Lynda would find that girl a hot sugar mama even if it killed her.

“You’d do that for her?” Steve put a hand to his chest, touched in a way he couldn’t really describe.

“Oh sweetheart, of course I’d do that for her, she makes you so happy, you just… you light up whenever you’re around her an I know it’s not cause you’re dating her because, unless there’s another conversation we need to be having, you’re really not her type. I know she makes you happy. And I know—I know I don’t say it very often—” her voice was wibbling, and oh boy if she was going to cry, then he’d start crying and they’d be a mess “but I’d—" her voice cracked, oh no “I’d move mountains for—for anything—anyone that makes you happy, sweetheart.”

And that was how Eddie and John found them ten minutes later after shaking the snow from their bodies, grocery bags in hand. The mother and son duo bawling together on the carpet, two bottles into the reds, wondering a very simple “what the fuck...?” voiced by a very confused Eddie.

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #Robbies gonna get HOOKED UP when they get home #i promise

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tcfactory · 2 months

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Brainrot of the day is all about people mourning the OG Shen Qingqiu, it just happens somewhere where Shen Yuan can't see because he doesn't frequent the places where Shen Jiu used to withdraw when he got anxious or wanted to paint/play music/meditate in peace.

It all starts with Shang Qinghua setting up a kinda memorial - just a pile of rocks, really - but vibes and grief make it so that each time someone discovers it and remembers Shen Jiu they add to it. Someone carves a proper stone for the memorial - no name on it, obviously. Not a fan either, because the new Shen Qingqiu uses fans too. Bamboo stalks, a painter's easel and a pipa - he never played it in PIDW, so Shen Yuan has no idea that it was Shen Jiu's favorite instrument. The guqin is what they teach to the disciples when they are first learning music, so he sort of just assumed that's the one instrument Shen Jiu played.

Ning Yingying, Ming Fan, Mu Qingfang, Yue Qingyuan, Shang Qinghua... even Qi Qingqi starts missing him when his spy network starts falling apart without him. The list of people visiting grows until it becomes a whole thing to seek the memorial out when they miss the old Shen Qingqiu. To offer him a song or a snack or burn incense on his (chosen) birthday...

Cultivators are good at many things, processing grief is not one of them. If it was left to them they would still mourn him a century later as if he died yesterday.

Of course it's Shang Qinghua's fault when something changes. He's visiting the memorial after a very draining argument with Shen Yuan about how much Shen bro is neglecting his peak (he might as well not be a peak lord anymore because he wants to spend all his time with Binghe) when Mobei picks him up one day and takes note of the memorial. And the next time Mobei finds some miraculous rebirth plant (they've been keeping an eye out for something that can bring back Zhuzhi-lang and fix Tianlang-jun) he buries the spares there.

It should be nothing, without a body or even a soul to latch onto. Shen Jiu's presence is mostly gone from the world - except from this one place, where everyone hoards their grief in secret, sharing memories where they can't offend the new Shen Qingqiu.

It's not enough to call a drifting, shattered soul back to life.

Not until Tianlang-jun. He is on his way off the mountain after delivering a thank-you couched in the most infuriating wrapping he could muster to master Shen for his help in identifying what miracle cures were needed to fix him and his nephew up. He sought him out on Qing Jing because at least here his son can't pick a fight without consequences. Still, he's taking the scenic route as a form of spite, so that he can linger as long as possible without giving them an excuse to kick him off the mountain.

The clearing is thick with the presence of someone, a soul that is very much not the peak lord his son is so infatuated with. It's somehow familiar, in the way of people you used to regularly pass on the street remain, even after you no longer live on that street. It takes him a while to remember.

Su Xiyan didn't have 'friends'. Even her 'not-friends' (very much friends in truth, his beloved was just strange about her potential attachments to others) numbered so few he could count them on one hand. Only one of them liked music and arts enough that she introduced them to each other when they met by chance at a recital. They have only met once or twice, but Tianlang-jun carved his memory into his heart, as he did with everything to do with Su Xiyan.

What a curious thing for another Shen to linger so prominently on this peak.

Perhaps it's nostalgia that guides his hand to spill just a few drops of his blood on the dirt. It's not a proper path back, but it's a handhold, if Su Xiyan's last lingering friend wishes to claw his way back to life. Perhaps it's spite, because among all the people that frequent this place and leave their grief dripping over the rocks and grass, he can feel neither master Shen nor Luo Binghe.

Tianlang-jun isn't around for the fallout when Shen Jiu makes his triumphant return, but that's fine. It sounds like it was an unnecessarily explosive affair (Maybe it wasn't his smartest move to add heavenly demon blood to the divine miracle lotus root, but in his defense he had no idea that was there. He assumed, from the general vibe of the clearing, that it was just a plain old grave with a soul that clings through guilt or regret or resentment or, because humans are fascinating and complicated, all of the above). Rumors are always better than reality anyway (especially the ones filtered through Liu Mingyan and the book club) and this one is juicy enough to keep the cultivators gossiping for the next century.

He'll swing around when things have calmed down again, eventually. He wants to meet the new heavenly demon of Qing Jing Peak.

#svsss #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #I'm actually kinda writing this so uh #I need to stop spoiling the twists in my ideas tbh

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takami-takami · 7 months

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Would You Still.

kinktober day 5: sensory deprivation.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni.

warnings— gn!reader. suggestive.

keigo loses his wings. he can't help but think.

It's been three months since Keigo lost his wings. You both are finally starting to settle into the routine of things.

It took quite a bit of time for the hero to adjust to being a man, a human being— in order to understand, in this circumstance, it would be helpful to consider being human as synonymous with being small.

Keigo never learned what it meant to truly be small, to not occupy the entirety of the space within a room and boldly carry the weight of responsibility that comes with it.

Even the color of his wings was large. They were born cursed to be painted a sovereign shade of red, carrying with it a saturation that elicited eyes from prey and predator alike.

Among beasts, there might be two reasons why a creature would carry such a bold and extravagant phenotype, and neither of them are by choice: to attract the attention of others or to instill fear in those same creatures; that is, to ward them away.

Was it the color of his wings that enticed the vultures of the commission to swoop down from their encircling above, plucking their fresh pickings from the gutter and thrusting it into a life of hero galas and assassination missions and spotlight?

Perhaps he shouldn't complain. It gave him a platform for his goals, after all, and the ends do begrudgingly justify the means.

Did his wings grow too big too fast? Maybe that's why his mother left. What are your wings even good for, she said.

Or perhaps it was he who abandoned her.

No. Even as a child, Keigo was never afforded the luxury of being small.

He used to step carefully, mindful of the clumsy expanse of a wingspan spread sixfold in glorious feet; but now, there is space for him in narrow paths uncrossed. His resilience, it seems, is rooted deeper than the feathers that used to sprout from his back.

He's taken up knife work in the recent months. You lay among the sheets, watching him sit at the edge of the bed. The muscles of his back flex when he flicks and twirls the steel of his butterfly knife, spinning with a speed you know better than to attempt to follow.

"Do you ever miss them?"

Keigo's ears perk when he hears you speak behind him.

He puts the weapon down.

You've asked him this question before. Keigo doesn't mind answering again if it's you.

"Sometimes," he says, still turned away. "But not in a way that really matters."

You crawl towards him, the mattress creaking below. The cotton of his shirt rubs against the flesh of his back when you pull it over his shoulders. He lets you.

Those shoulders don't carry the weight of the world's jagged stones like they used to. He doesn't have to cut holes in his shirts anymore.

When you plant your lips down the now-bare column of his spine, across his shoulder blades and back up to repeat the push and pull, the feeling is alien to him— like a flash of light that blinds the eye before its pupils have the chance to constrict.

To not be able to anticipate exactly where and when someone— you will be able to touch him…

Keigo is just happy it's you.

"Do you ever miss them," he asks.

Am I still useful, he means.

There's a tremble in his voice when he speaks. Your palms freeze where they splay against the constellations of scars that litter his back. If you could see his eyes, you'd find them transfixed and blinking at the glass window that hangs like a painting in your bedroom, illustrating the jump from here to the ground twenty-seven stories below.

But contrary to what one might expect, you wouldn't find insecurity. Just curiosity.

After a moment, chewing the question in each cheek, you answer with the truth.

"No. I don't miss them at all."

At that, the sheets ruffle softly as Keigo turns to meet you, laying you down on the bed like you're glass and slotting himself against your lips. The knife thuds as it falls against the fibers of your carpet, forgotten still.

His lips are soft now, no longer chapped by high altitudes and whipping winds. He can feel your smile begin to form against his, can feel the quirk of your lips at each corner when you toss your arms over his shoulders.

He made you smile. His heart soars up high.

His fingertips crawling beneath your clothes is to say, "thank you."

His eyes shutting with the kiss, muting his last method of hypervigilance, is to say, "I love you."

#🖋 writing #🍧 sugar #but also #🌶 spice #sort of #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #x reader

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sideblogofthcentury · 2 years

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Steve had blacked out. All of his senses had dwindled to nothing but blind rage. He was lost in a sea of darkness, and all he could do was breathe. And with each breath he took, he began to return to himself, began filling in the missing puzzle pieces of what had just happened.

Steve breathed in and smelled the crisp cold air, shortly before snow or a cold rain, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and tasted the quickly souring aftertaste of the strawberry milkshake he’d shared with Robin, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and heard the high pitched ringing in his ears, the echoes of a spat “freak” reverberating in his head, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and felt the stinging of his knuckles, the weakness after a heavy exertion traveling up his arm, and Steve breathed out.

Steve breathed in and saw the beautiful angry red trickle down Jason Carver’s face, soaking the front of his white shirt, and Steve breathed out.

Ah. Steve was caught up now.

Jason’s eyes flashed with what Steve first mistook as anger. Steve breathed in and braced himself for another big drawn-out fight that would end with him unconscious.

And Steve breathed out and only then recognized that flash in Jason’s eyes as fear.

Steve smiled, a big toothy grin, and let himself chuckle at the broken little sound Jason made as he backed away.

“Don’t you ever. fucking let me see your face again, Jason. I will break it in two.”

And just like that, Steve saw Jason walk away.

Steve turned around to see Eddie, Robin, and Dustin standing in a semicircle, not a single closed mouth among them.

It was a long moment before anyone said anything, but it was Dustin who piped up first, with nothing but a simple “dude.”

Steve let Eddie drive the Beemer, Robin excitedly rambling instant replays as Dustin wrapped Steve’s hand in the backseat.

Dustin was dropped off first, with a “See you in the morning, badass.”

Robin was dropped off second, with a “Remind me not to piss you off.”

And then Steve moved to the front seat and stared at his hand, clenching and unclenching it, feeling the pain shoot up his wrist, the pressure of the bandage feeling good, like it was holding him together.

Eddie drove them to Steve’s empty house, neither boy breaking the silence that was so loud, the trilling guitar and shouted lyrics couldn’t even drown it out.

Eddie put the car in park in Steve’s driveway, staring ahead for a long moment before pivoting in his seat to look at Steve’s hand.

“Steve?”

“yeah?”

“You good?”

Steve breathed in.

Steve breathed out.

And Steve told the truth.

“No. Honestly, no. I can’t fucking stand it anymore, Eddie, I don’t know how you do it.”

Eddie knew what he was referring to. “You uh, get used to it?”

“No. I refuse.”

“Well damn Steve you can’t go punching the entire town. What will you do when the next person is an 80 year old woman? You gonna hit an old lady, Steve?”

“If she deserves it.”

Eddie shook his head and barked out a laugh that was definitely not a laugh. “So you’re really looking forward to that prison time, huh?”

“If I deserve it.”

Eddie threw his hands up into the air like the exasperated mother of an impossible child. “Steve!! you’re not getting it. It’s never going to stop. People are going to talk and say things and think whatever the fuck they want to think! And you can’t ever change their minds because they’re right. I don’t belong. I’m the freak.”

It lingered in the air again and for a moment Steve thought he was going to black out again.

Steve breathed in.

Steve breathed out.

“No.”

Eddie gaped at him. “Steve-

“No. Goddamn fucking no, Eddie. There is nothing wrong with you. No. Not a thing. You care about people, and you’re kind, and you’re smart and funny and they’re… they’re-“ Steve sputtered, unable to come up with a word deserving of association with them, finally settling for a disgusted face and a sigh.

“People don’t like you because you don’t check their boxes. You don’t, and you don’t care to, and they don’t like that. It makes them think. Every time they see you they’re forced to think; to wonder why they work so hard to fit in when you seem so defiantly happy refusing. People don’t understand, and it scares them. People don’t like what they can’t understand. And you’re so boldly you, you’re-“

Steve breathed in.

Steve breathed out.

“You’re terrifying.”

Part Two

#I’ll probably make a part two if literally even one person wants it #but it is late and i am sleepy so the quality will diminish if I continue now #steve is speaking from personal experience #because eddie made king steve think #and eddie scared king steve #I am trying to get back into writing but have no motivation so i really hope you like it #steve’s anger issues #I just really love Steve going full chihuahua on jason carver #like this lil guy is scrappy as hell #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve eddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things

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turbulentscrawl · 5 months

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Luca Relationship HCs

Not a request, I'm just thirsty today eheh

I think I'm getting more bold with the spicy stuff...which is under the cut, as you know ;)

SFW

-He never brings it up, but Luca is slightly insecure about his appearance. Ptosis of one eye, a broken fang, scarring under his clothes, not to mention he’s underweight and shorter than a lot of the other men in the manor…. He’s aware that he’s not the picture of conventional attractiveness anymore. That said, he trusts you to be genuine with compliments, so if you say you find him good-looking, he’s thrilled.

-Luca is also genuine with his compliments. That might seem impossible because he gives them out so frequently, but Luca doesn’t have the privilege of a good memory anymore so he speaks all his kind thoughts into the world before they slip away. This also means he tends to really harp on his favorite things about you.

-He’s competitive in a very playful sense. Luca likes to tease and taunt, but it’s all good-natured and he’s quick to apologize if he ever crosses a line. He’s among the first in the manor to say something when commentary between the others turns cruel, especially so when directed at you or his friends.

-Luca finds that most medications strong enough to help with his migraines also leave him feeling confused and disoriented, so when one strikes he prefers to seek you out rather than go to the infirmary. The pain is agonizing, but he’s lost enough of himself already. As long as he has your comfort, he’s sure he can pull through. Some things you can do to help include massaging his face and neck, and keeping a cold compress on his head.

-Luca has forgotten you a few times. It’s not something he can help, and everything usually comes back to him later, but it never stops him from feeling rotten when he later remembers how the realization and hurt crossed your face. Desperate to combat the amnesia, he keeps a lot of notes about you stashed all around the manor. If he remembers anyone, it has to be you. It has to be you. He’d rather forget himself than forget you, he can be a nameless ghost if it means he has you. The tenacity starts to help, slowly but surely. Even when he does forget you now, he feels familiarity and comfort when he meets you again.

NS/FW

-Luca had a fair number of sexual encounters before the accident, when he was popular and beloved. He can’t actually recall most of them anymore, but the muscle memory and certain inclinations are still there, so you’re in for a good time.

-Luca is a switch. He has a very slight preference for being a sub—he likes when his partners are eager and boss him around a bit—but it’s all fun to him so he’s happy to go with whatever you’re in the mood for. Just know that he’s not a heavy-handed dom. He falls somewhere in the middle of the roughness scale; Neither of you are made of glass, there’s no need to hold back, but he doesn’t think it’s fun to intentionally try to hurt each other.

-Overstimulation is a common theme in Luca’s bedroom, and it’s not entirely intentional now. The changes the accident caused to his body and brain have lowered his constitution, meaning he’s weaker to pleasure. There’s a very good chance he’ll always finish first during bedroom activities. Luckily for you, he likes being overstimulated and has no problem with you continuing to use him until you’re satisfied. You’ll likely be overstimulated too because of his electrical charges; when you maintain unbroken contact with Luca, there’s a constant, steady stream of electricity running from him to you. It’s not powerful, but it tingles, and eventually causes numbness in the areas he’s touching you.

-On that same note, you have to be alright with a certain amount of pain in the bedroom because Luca still can’t stop those small static discharges whenever he touches something. He can, though, occasionally provide a larger shock if that’s something you’re into.

-Luca loves oral. Like PLEASE suck this man’s dick; He’s so satisfyingly reactive, he just about loses his mind. He’s even known to drool if you ruin him just right. He enjoys giving just as much, and he’s sloppy. What he lacks in skill he makes up for with sheer enthusiasm.

-In a modern world, Luca is the type of person to like music playing during sex. Preferably something with a steady beat and heavy bass. He’d crank it up loud too, if you let him, because he enjoys the vibrations from the bass and the unspoken challenge of trying to make one another scream over the speakers.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #luca balsa x reader #idv prisoner #spicy content #turbulentscrawl

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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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Remade

Happy birthday, Barbatos!!

Listen, I don't normally do things for character birthdays because there are a lot of them and I just don't usually have time. But this one worked out. I had the idea for this a while back, so I just went ahead and wrote it today. Plus this guy is my all time fave, so you know.

I still need to get Barb's birthday card... all my pulls so far have been useless, but I will keep trying because WHAT. It's so gorgeous and I can't handle him. ETA- I managed to get him finally!

Right so enjoy this fluff for my true love's birthday. It might've turned out kinda cheesy, but I still like it lol.

Barbatos x GN!MC

Warnings: minor injury

Whenever you came to the Demon Lord's Castle for tea, your favorite teacup was always waiting for you on the table. Even if it didn't match the set that Barbatos was using that day, your teacup was there, in case you wanted to use it instead. And you always did. Because you thought of that teacup as yours.

It wasn't, not really. It was one of the many teacups that Barbatos had in his collection. You didn't know where it came from or why he had it. It didn't seem to be part of a set and you had never asked him where he got it.

You had been in the kitchen when you saw it the first time, sitting by itself on a shelf among teacups that had others it belonged with. This teacup sat alone, with not even a matching saucer.

That afternoon you had been helping Barbatos make the tea, though you weren't really doing a whole lot. Mostly you were just puttering around the kitchen while he did all the work. You were used to this, though. Anytime you tried to really help he always distracted you with some menial task. You knew what he was doing, so eventually you just gave up and kept him company instead.

So you were looking at the shelf of teacups and noticed this one all by itself. You took it from the shelf and told Barbatos that you wanted to use it that day.

Barbatos didn't question you. He only smiled and brought the cup to the table when the tea was ready.

You asked for that particular teacup the next handful of times you came over, but you didn't need to ask anymore after that. Barbatos always had the cup on the table for you from then on.

Just as you never asked him where it came from, so Barbatos never asked you why you liked it so much.

The truth was that it reminded you of his tail. The way it was bright teal around the rim and faded to black at the base. Even the handle curved out in a little fork. It was like if Barbatos himself ever became a teacup, this is what he would look like.

You wondered if it was custom made that way on purpose. If some teacup maker somewhere had been so taken with Barbatos's tail that they made a teacup to look like it.

You thought about asking him, but you also thought he would have told you by now if it was something he wanted to talk about. Barbatos had a lot of secrets. Maybe this was one of them.

Still, it meant something to you that he always put it out for you. He didn't seem to be bothered that your favorite teacup, the one you considered yours, looked so much like his tail. You sometimes wondered what it meant, if the cup symbolized something neither of you had yet managed to say.

That day you were sipping tea out of your cup as usual. Normally there were others at these gatherings, but the few people who were supposed to be there with you had other things come up at the last minute. So it was just you and Barbatos sitting at the table. You watched him as you sipped your tea. He seemed just as relaxed and content as he always did.

Barbatos was sitting next to you rather than across from you, both of you slightly away from the table and turned toward each other.

"Is this a new blend?" you asked, holding the teacup in your hands.

Barbatos inclined his head. "Yes, I made it myself. Do you like it?"

You had noticed the hints of your favorite flavors in the blend. "It's delicious. Did you… ?"

You found you couldn't bring yourself to ask, too nervous that the answer might not be what you were thinking.

Barbatos chuckled. "I combined several of your favorites. Not all of them work well together, so this is only a selection. I thought it might be a unique flavor for you to try."

You smiled and shook your head. You shouldn't have doubted him. "No wonder I love it."

"I will make it for you any time you like," Barbatos said.

Every day, you wanted to say. Let me sit beside you like this every day.

You weren't paying attention to how you were holding your cup, your eyes focused on Barbatos's face. The cup tilted and some tea splashed out onto your hand. It was still quite hot and you yelped from the pain, dropping the teacup.

Both of you went to catch the cup at the same time, colliding with each other and missing it entirely.

You were practically holding hands as you watched it crash to the ground, breaking into several large pieces.

You gasped and clutched at Barbatos's hands. "My teacup! Oh, Barbatos, I'm so sorry!"

"It's all right, MC," Barbatos said, holding onto you for a moment before pulling your burned hand toward him so he could inspect it. "Are you all right? That tea was still quite hot."

His calm reaction helped you to settle a little, but you were still upset about the shattered teacup at your feet. "I'm fine," you said, your voice shaky. "It's fine. I'm more upset about the cup."

Barbatos looked up at you, rubbing his thumb gently across the spot on your hand where the tea had burned you. "You needn't worry about that cup, MC. You have been burned. Come inside now and let me take care of it for you."

You didn't argue with him. You let him lead you back inside, briefly glancing over your shoulder at the forlorn pieces of your favorite teacup. Seeing them caused a pain to run through your heart and down into the pit of your stomach.

—

You were off for days. You kept thinking about the teacup, your burned hand, and Barbatos. He had brought you inside and helped to take care of your burn, but you didn't stay long. You were too distraught over the loss of your cup. Whether you had realized it or not, that teacup had become a physical representation of your feelings for Barbatos. Watching it break had broken your heart, even if it was only an inanimate object, even if it didn't truly represent your relationship with him. It felt so much like a warning, like an indication that you had made a mistake somewhere. It was your carelessness that had broken the cup, after all.

Everyone noticed your sorry state. Levi tried to distract you with video games, Luke brought over some of your favorite desserts that he had made, and Asmo painted your nails in your favorite color. Nothing seemed to help. You couldn't pull yourself out of the feeling of sadness you had sunken into.

You almost cried when Barbatos invited you over for tea again. It hadn't been that long since the teacup fiasco; only a handful of days had passed. You were surprised, but you agreed, hoping against hope that just being with him would be enough to lift you from the despair you were in.

Despite that hope, you were filled with a sense of dread as you went to the castle that evening. You ignored it as Barbatos let you in, smiling as he always did, seemingly undisturbed. He brought you out to the garden where the tea was already waiting.

The falling stars were especially beautiful that night and it made your heart ache to see them. You didn't fully understand until that moment that you were sure Barbatos was about to let you down gently. You didn't think he would reject you over a broken teacup, but the fact that you had broken it was an indication of all the things you questioned about yourself. And you were sure that Barbatos saw all your insecurities, every last one of your flaws. How could he accept them? He wouldn't. No more than you would accept a broken cup.

Barbatos had set up the chairs the way they had been that day and you sat down in your spot, eyes focused on your hands which you kept in your lap.

Barbatos didn't say anything as he poured you some tea.

And then you saw his hands come into your field of vision, holding the tea he had just poured, offering you the cup.

Your heart stopped.

It was your teacup.

You looked up at him, eyes wide, to find him already smiling at you.

"Are you familiar with the Japanese art of kintsugi, MC?" he asked gently.

You shook your head.

Barbatos raised the teacup to your eye level, so you could see it clearly. There were bright gold cracks all along the cup, as though someone had glued it back together with molten gold.

"Rather than throw away a broken object, it is remade in a way that shows where it has cracked," Barbatos said. "It is a representation of the history of that object, a celebration of the item's flaws. Your teacup will forever bear the memory of the moment it fell to the ground here and that makes it all the more beautiful, don't you think?"

You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from bursting into tears. The teacup looked even more like his tail now than it did before, the cracks reminiscent of the lines of brighter teal that ran though it. You reached out and took the teacup from his hands, letting your thumbs rub across the golden lines.

"Barbatos," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You carefully lowered the teacup so that you could see his face clearly. "It's perfect."

"As are you, my love," Barbatos said, leaning over the teacup to kiss you.

And that was all you needed to hear to know that all along, Barbatos had realized how you felt and what you feared. The truth of his love sank into you, a solid and firm foundation that you knew could never break.

Always and forever after, Barbatos made sure that your teacup was on the table, should you choose to use it. Every time you held it in your hands, you felt the cracks filled in with gold, and knew that even flawed and broken things could be loved.

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