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boxwinebaddie · 1 month

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Hi Uncle Nina !!

I don't wanna clog your ask box with stupid shit but this is stupid shit but it was also my bday on the thirteenth so shjdjdjs

As a fellow Monster addict ( I got a flat of Monster for my bday and collect the cans I have 30 diff ones so far <3 ) I need to know what Stan's favourite is

And on the less stupid side of things I was also hoping to potentially hear more about Stan's trans journey/Kyle finding out Raven is trans

Also I'm sorry your job has been so stressful lately :(( I hope you have a good day 🧡

- Stan 🧡

hi orange heart stan! <3

it's so good to hear from you, baby.

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHSLAY, MY LOVE! i'm sorry i'm a little late, but you know me -- everything i do is fashionably late, darling. ;)

but also!!!!! call your wonderful, lovely ask message stupid shit again!!! see what happens!!! i'm gonna frown So WIDE, i'm gonna look so Upset. i'm going to hold you up to the sun!!! JUST WATCH!!!! >;/

my sweet stannie; you are a gift, a treasure. and your ask memes are a pleasure. i don't find them stupid in any shape or form, be nice. conversely, they are extremely special to me and it's why i put off writing this message for a little while because i wanted to respond to it thoughtfully, seeing as though it's your bday message.

which, *cracks knuckles* to get the ball roooollling.

i can absolutely tell you what monster energy is stan's favorite, but as a bday bonus, bc i wasn't sure which stan you wanted to know about, or if you wanted both: i'll give you both my style's fave monster flavs

and i was going to go into some ravenstan trans lore after that, but i feel like that info should go in it's own ask, yeah? i just don't want it to get cluttered. so if you feel so inclined, would you mind sending me a second anon where i can drop that info? thank you, baby! mwah

but now, w/o further ado...

please enjoy the most Refreshing part of your day <333

for context ( and actually because i got an anon once who wanted to know whether i drink energy drinks ), i don't really know that much about energy drinks/flavors because i don't really drink energy drinks.

i mean okay, i'm not really sure if it counts as an energy drink, but i will chug a guayaki yerba mate like it is the elixir of life. ( also i fully maintain that pep stan drinks the enlightenment flavor and ravenstan drinks the raspberry one -- crunchy eco kings ) my favorite one is the passion terrere one. it's like the only one that doesn't come in a can and only comes in a glass bottle...that ice cold passion terrere mate in the glass...it hits so different than the can...oh my god. so good.

and as far as monsters go, i pretty much only drink pipeline punch bc i'm a pretty pink princess and that's what hot girls drink <3 but other than that i drink black coffee because i am an exhausted teacher girlie, but that's purely for fuel. to be honest, i rarely drink energy drinks just for fun, i only have caffeine to stay upright.

which isn't a great idea...but...i am not a role model....

speaking of:

so i told riley this story the other day, bc i needed to get her brilliant genius girl insight on energy drink flavors because she is the sugar free energy queen ( riley's answer was kyle x ultra strawberry dreams and stan x ultra mango fiesta, which, everyone say thank u riley <3 )

-- also god if you are real, bring back the watermelon lime venom you discontinued, you sick fuck, it was riley's favorite, thank you for giving us lovely orange heart stan, and fuck you very much for making ME, bitch! come on down, king! you won't! why the fuck would you extend my coworkers vacation! fight me, ugly!!!! --

and i was telling her about how i am the chaotic kenny friend, i make really bad, chaotic decisions, have no self preservation, hype and gas up my extremely bad ideas and convince myself i'm big brain, wow.

and...oof. so like 2-3 years ago during finals week, i had a fuck ton of essays and projects due ( i was a very bad student btw which is funny bc i'm a teacher ) and no idea how i was gonna do them, so i had the Brilliant Idea...to buy three Random bang energy drinks...

AND SHOTGUN ALL OF THEM BACK TO BACK LIKE BEER CANS.

ohhhhhhhhhhhh my god, party girl nina. help. crying.

and yknow, i thought this was such a good idea! i was like wow i'm gonna be so awake, i am going to b invincible.

i....was not Invicible. i was...very, very sick. i was like almost catatonic and shaking on the floor of my dorm bathroom, lmao. i had to have my roomate take a picture of me on the floor and text all my teachers what happened, which, thank god they were all really nice and laughed but...i feel like that tells you everything you need to know about me...people who think i'm their hero...i am a fucking idiot.

but!! BUUUUTTT! just for You, baby. i deep dived a lot of forums and read a lot about the flavor profiles and think...i made a pretty accurate assertion of what my kid's energy drink preferences are <3

me: paris hilton pipeline punch bc i am bad as hell ;)

stan the man with the plan: okay, so i think that pep stan is definitely that ultra paradise monster energy. it just seems really crisp, clean, earthy. stan also doesn't really care for sweets or sugar, so it makes sense to me that he would be drinking a zero sugar monster ( kyle is disgusted ) idk the kiwi, lime, cucumber flavor profile just feels like pep stan. please tell me you can see the vision, help.

kyle pile: hmmm...so what i've concluded with my research is that kyle pile probably likes that pacific pipeline monster that seems to taste like fruit punch <3 it has to be the full sugar ones because of his blood sugar and stan does kind of scold kyle for drinking them bc he's not really supposed to and he gets really cracked out ahdslkshd like he's really cute but stan is like oh my god bro you gotta lay down but yeah i think that one or the orange dreamsicle one, which is hilarious because the only foods stmwtp canonically does not like are pickles and artifical orange flavoring...he really loves kp.

raven: soooooo i know that i said pep stan was the mango loco monster energy, BUT RAVENSTAN IS LITERALLY THE MANGO LOCO MONSTER ENERGY LIKE HELLO??? also i feel like he is like those mexican dads that put a little tajin in whatever they're eating and act like they've invented fire heeeeeelp ravenstan is so the dad that cuts u up fruit into little shapes and pus tajin on them and feeds u them when ur sad <333 luv u raven ;-; <3 but yeah i feel like he full on turns it into a raspado its so unserious sometimes theres a shot in there, it's usually the spicy tamarind smirnoff vodka,

...what can i say my man is a visionary and i see it

jersey: oooookaaaaay. so...sigh. for Obvious Reasons, pre and during rm, because of kyle's ed, he only drinks the sugar free monsters. for energy because he's exhausted ( my baby </3 ) but i also do think he thinks they taste good. i think he fucks with that ultra watermelon flavor that just tastes like the most beautiful, delectable, mouth watering liquid watermelon candy ever. i also think he could rock with the strawberry or the peach one sounds dank.

if the watermelon one isn't there it does stress him out, but he has a mental list of what one is next on the tier list, and acts accordingly. its kind of a nice change of pace but...his brain does not think that. however, when kyle is healing, weirdly enough, i think he ACTUALLY LIKES???? those coffee flavored ones??? which is Insane and everyone including tweek points and laughs at him

i hope...that suffices? you're totally welcome to offer me what you think is the right answer: you're the monster expert, after all. but this is what i feel in my heart! i think it feels accurate but, lmk! :')

and also...speaking of my job. UUUUUUGH. thank you baby. :((( i am actually criminally depressed because my fucking HOE-WORKER fucking extended his vacation ONE MORE WEEK! so i have to cover all his shifts for an extra week while he's on vacation. so that means i don't get to watch my testing accommodation kids who i miss very much, i still don't get his kinder reccess shift and literally??? spring break is next week like he couldn't WAIT???? holy fuck i'm Sad. :(

but i will be fine darling. but it's actually why i wanted to see if you could send me another anon so i can use that anon to talk about trans stan journey stuff? i just don't want it to get lost in this post and also, i'm not in great spirits rn and don't want to answer it until i can write something that's not flaming garbage.

but happy late birthday baby, i'm so glad you were born. <333

-uncle nina, monster shot gun queen

p.s. what is your favorite monster energy? :)

#BB IF YOU CALL YOUR MESSAGE STUPID ONE MORE TIME #I AM GOING TO PUT YOU IN SO MANY BLANKETS AND FEED YOU SO MANY SNACKS AND BRAID UR HAIR #KNOCK IT AWHFF!!!!!!#you are so loved and this was no stupid at all and i actually had a lot of fun reading all about all the monster flavors #i'm sorry if its not totally accurate i did my best #i'm sorry the green one is so much more pep stan #and the mango loco one is actually raven #like thats just the right answer #ravenstan drinking the mango loco monster w the tajin rim...like he's kind of a genius oh my god #him turning them into a cursed mixed drink is foul tho i just know his head hurts after that #i cant believe i had jersey likes the coffee ones that is so foul #but him drinking the no sugar ones and drinking the candy flavored ones bc he is like 7 years old #theyre so cute lkahdkshd also kyle pile also likes the cherry blade lemonade bang energy that feels right to me #BUT YEAH I HOPE THIS MADE YOU SMILE #TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK HAHA #also sorry i didnt give you the Serious answer in that post but ravens trans journey is really important to me #and i really want to honor that and not rush it or write it when i am in a bad mood...ill make it worth it for you my love #but uuuugh no im in such a bad mood like im actually so frustrated like this is just not fair to me #me n the older kids are starting to kind of be alright but it kind of ebbs and flows like its better somedays and worse others #but they are stuck with just me for another week so were managing tbh my coworker was dad and im mom basically #im more like stepmom and they dont really like me bc ur not my real mom but like at least im nice lmao #but yeah happy birthday baby hope you enjoyed this and i will get you the answers you seek very soon mWAAAAH #also not me shotgunning 3 bang energies and throwing up and having to have my friends email my professors #when i tell you im not a role model i mean that i am a joke i make such bad decisions #live fast die young bad girls do it well

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klonoadoortophantomile · 11 months

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new 2d sonic games coming out this fall apperently ?

#not sure how to feel abt it just watched the trailer. im a modern 'classic sonic' hater sorry.#it just doesnt quite capture what i enjoy abt the og games as well as stuff like advance and rush does (well those more take that and build #it up into its own thing (rush especially) but whatever. it still carries on some general things i enjoy about classic sonic design and #all the more recent stuff ive played has not really been my thing. idk what physics engine theyre using but if its the retro engine i will #probably not like it that shit messes with my muscle memory so bad im sorry. i dont like it i wish i did #also the general visual design/art direction just isnt my thing! im not into that kinda stuff ive always disliked it to an extent #ESPECIALLY in 2d it feels very visually overwhelming but that is probably just a me thing.#also idk if the sound design in the trailer reflects what the game is going to sound like but.did not like it . again a personal preference #so i guess im leaning kinda negative overall MAN i hate that . why am i like this lol sorry #i love sonic games i really do but i just Do Not care for the Big Stuff theyve been doing lately it isntreally my thing #the older stuff just plays to my tastes better u_u #also another thing classic sonic gameplay w 3d models has always felt so ? stilted?#rush doesnt count its its own beast. stilted is probbaly The last thing id use to describe its presentation LMAO #but like. all the sonic generations onwards stuff just feels Weird to look at theres no realkick to it. hell i feel like this abt a few #other 2.5d games that are. 2.5d in the visual sense.it just doesnt click right in a lot of cases #so what im syaing is . 3d bad 2d good /JOKE #the multiplayer seems interesting wonder how thats gonna be handled. also im guessing amy plays how she does in origins here #not sure how she plays there but i m glad to actually see her playable in more stuff! i hope her playstyle is similar to her advance 1 #gameplay i love that shit so much geneuinely. its a lot of fun to mess around w #i wanna say im sure the game will be fine but also..... its sonic......... theyre always gonna figure out some way to fuck shit up #<- i say that somewhat lovingly but also it is pretty frustrating since most of it does stem from management issues and time crunch. sigh #okay im just rambling abt sonic nonsense now sorry. i try not to get too invested in everything anymore it was really draining when i was #actively trying to keep up w everything but sometimes smthn comes upand my brain goes back into Sonic Mode /silly #inquisitivewaltz.txt #oh god these tags are so long. im so sorry hgfdhsjgfdhs

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chisungie · 7 months

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#omg do u ever do smn. and it gets posted publicly AND YOU HATE IT.#and you actively avoid it but then you actually go back and give it a chance and it actually. isnt as bad as u rmr.#me with the tenshiprojectM yt uploads im in ALKSDJ #like SURE i fucked up and didnt do my nazuna voice properly (sobs sorry nazuna ily) but it wasnt wronnnngggg...?#like my sweet sweet white song part wasnt WRONG.. but its not nazuna. and i struggled w that shit for so long ASKDLJS it came out cute tho #and Aisle Be With You. i was having mic problems so i settled with whatever in a rush.#And it also turned out very not Nazuna sounding.. But like its not wrong?#mic quality differences making me cringe tho #eW THE MIC QUALITY IN JOYFUL BOX. I THINK I WAS SICK WHILE RECORDING TOO EWWW #... but AGAIN. its not WRONG..... ><#aw my duet w aria and fallin love = its wonderland isnt on youtube :( only twt..#tbh thankfully my groupmates r really thorough ALSKDJ if im wrong they say so asap LMAO #and thank them for that fr fr bc this shit always gets posted on yt </3 #44597 #OMG FUCKIN TMI BUT I RMR THE FIRST RECORDING. EVERYONE ELSE GOT TO ACT CUTE. BUT THEY TOLD ME NOT TO LMAOO #BC I COULD ONLY GET THE “NAZUNA SOUND” OUT OF MY VOICE IF I SANG LOW NORMALLY. LMAOOOOO #it was so unfair </3 so now i sound uncute in every recording when we are a CUTE GROUP. THE OTHER 3 R SOOOO CUTE.#MATSURIYO EMAKI. I REDID THAT SHIT LIKE 4 TIMES BC I KEPT FUCKING UP SOMETHING UP. DIFF THING EVERY REDO. SO ANNOYINGGGG #it was my last line i think. so annoying it kept sounding cute or flat i just fucking gave up #oUGHGH AND FUCKING NOIR NEIGE... BANGER LINEUP. what the FUCK was i doing there!#KUUKI AND BASIL CENTERS? HOLY SHIT? TALENTED AS FUCK NATTO AND ASTE?#i fuckin love natto btw and lowkey got like. singing crush on basil and kuuki hoooooly fuck #I DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT WAS THEM UNTIL THE VID WENT UP #i was just like “ayo that guy sounds good who tf is that (doesnt recognize his user)” BASIL. IT WAS BASIL.#so uPSET I DIDNT REALIZE. I RECORDED WHILE SICK AND USING THE SHITTY MIC. bc i just had like 1 line and i had another noir neige to record #sobs

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missukiyo · 2 months

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— tattoo artist! geto x reader

cw: lmao none just fluff :D, established relationship

a/n: this was really rushed so im sorry if its mid hsjsjs. ive been busy for a couple of days and i feel bad for not posting smth in a while :(( wrote this on a whim hope u enjoy <3

tattoo artist! geto, your boyfriend of 6 months who had earned a reputation as the top tattoo artist in all of tokyo, effortlessly excelling in his craft and garnering both attention and admiration from all who knew his work.

tattoo artist! geto who practically beams with excitement when you finally decide to get your first tattoo after much contemplation. he practically bounces with joy at the thought of being the one to ink your skin.

tattoo artist! geto who looks so happy the minute you walk into his shop, excited to be the one to have the honour of giving your first tattoo. he lets out a small chuckle when you mention that you wanted a small heart on your wrist. a classic! with a grin on his face, he replies with “no problem, sweetheart.”

tattoo artist! geto who can't help but smile softly as he watches you nervously fiddling with your hands while he prepares the tattoo design. he reassures you with his soothing voice, softly whispering in your ear, "don’t worry, I'll take good care of you."

tattoo artist! geto who knows just how nervous you are for your first tattoo, kisses your forehead gently before starting to work. "i promise it's going to be amazing, love. trust me," he whispers softly, earning a smile from you.

tattoo artist! geto who surprises you by playing their favorite music while they get tattooed, and even sings along softly to it as he works, a small smile forming on your face as you appreciate how much he had done just to make sure you were comfortable.

tattoo artist! geto who stops every few minutes to check in on you, making sure you're comfortable and asking if you need a break or if you want to continue.

tattoo artist! geto who takes his time with each stroke of the needle, making sure the design is perfect and that you're not in any pain. "you’re doing great, sweetheart," he whispers as he works.

tattoo artist! geto who pleasantly surprises you with his gentle touch as he carefully sketches out the design on your skin, his fingers brushing against your arm sending shivers down your spine.

as tattoo artist! geto finally finishes the last stroke of the tattoo, he steps back to admire his work with a satisfied smile. "do you like it?" he asks nervously, hoping you're happy with the result. your eyes light up as you catch the first glimpse of the small heart on your wrist, perfectly placed and beautifully detailed. you can't help but let out a gasp of delight, feeling a rush of happiness and pride wash over you.

tattoo artist! geto who lets out a sigh of relief when you nod enthusiastically, gushing about how much you love the tattoo. he can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that he was the one to give you this special piece of art.

tattoo artist! geto who can't help but blush when you compliment his work, a rare smile gracing his usually stoic face as he thanks you for trusting him with your first tattoo experience.

tattoo artist! geto who helps you off the chair and leads you to the mirror, where you can get a better look at your new tattoo. he stands behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as you both admire the simple yet meaningful together. “look at you, baby! you’re so pretty… so so so pretty…” his words caused you to giggle, a small blush forming on your cheeks

tattoo artist! geto who watches you with a warm gaze, his eyes twinkling with pride. "it looks perfect on you," he says softly, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "i'm glad you trusted me with your first tattoo, sweetheart."

tattoo artist! geto who can't stop thinking about how adorable you looked the rest of the day, with your eyes gleaming and a wide smile on your face as you admired your new tattoo. every time he closes his eyes, he can see the look of pure joy and excitement on your face, and it warms his heart. he can't wait to come home, just so he could see your beautiful face again.

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drudyslut · 3 months

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— summary: you’ve wanted jj for as long as you can remember, but the two of you have always been stubborn when it came to your feelings for one another. a months long secret affair behind his girlfriend, kiara’s back, and getting caught by john b finally pushes jj to do what he should have done months ago.

— warnings: smut! 18+ cheating!!! oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, getting caught by john b, strong language. i think that’s it.

— note: y’all probably think i’m awful lmao. two cheating fics in one week? 🫣 anywhoooo, i don’t condone cheating by any means, but for the plot, it was necessary. not a very long one, but enjoy<3

likes, comments + reblogs are appreciated!!

❥ desire — j.m

“please jj, ‘m so close, it hurts, please… let me— shit! let me cum”

jj’s tongue continues its assault on your sensitive pussy, his tongue dragging up and down the length of your sopping core, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking at it softly before releasing it and penetrating your tight hole with his tongue.

your legs were shaking, fingers buried in his messy blond locks as he worked you toward your third orgasm.

jj lets your clit pop from his lips, lifting his head so his darkened over eyes could meet yours. “fuckin’ love how good you taste, wanna die between these legs”

he slips a finger inside of you, slowly thrusting it in and out, slightly curving it and hitting at your gspot. you let out a pathetic whine, head firmly pressed into the pillows as your third orgasm was threatening to burst. your stomach tightens, legs tense as jj continues the slow thrusts of his finger, his head dipping down and wrapping his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

you feel the band snap, your orgasm rushing through you and soaking jj’s face and fingers, shouts of his name and soft whines pulled from you.

“jj- s’too much! please… please no.. no more”

he lifts himself up onto his knees, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, “goddamn, got three out of ya this time, not bad mama”

you let out a sigh of relief, rolling your head to the side as you try and steady your breathing. jj’s voice startles you, the low and raspy tone in his voice making your core ache once more, “don’t think i’m done with ya now do ya princess? ‘m just gettin’ started”

you open your mouth to speak but only a high pitched squeal comes out, the swollen head of jj’s cock running through your soaking wet cunt making you squirm.

he sinks himself inside you, pulling a loud gasp from you. his hips begin pounding into yours, the squelching noises of your pussy and jj’s balls smacking against your ass bounce off the walls. you let out a loud moan and jj slaps a hand over your mouth, muffling your cries as he continues to pound himself inside of you.

you sink your teeth into his palm, making him hiss out a breath, “fuck!” he grunts out,

he lets his palm slide from your mouth, his hand snaking underneath your waist, gripping at your plump ass harshly as he fucks himself deeper into you.

you lift a leg and wrap it around jj’s waist, pulling him farther into you, his cock being pushed into so deep you could feel him in your stomach. you begin clenching around his dick, your inner walls squeezing him tightly as you near your release.

the sound of the front door squeaking open catches your attention, panic flooding your face, eyes wide as you stare up at jj, his face unfazed and focused on his quick and deep thrusts.

“j, someone’s-” you begin but jj cuts you off.

“i don’t give a fuck, focus on me”

you squeeze your eyes shut when the head of his dick hits at your gspot, making your pussy clamp down around him. your toes curl, back arching up off the bed when the door to the bedroom is pushed open, john b’s voice making your body go slack in jj’s hold.

“jj, what’re you- oh shit! sorry!” john b shouts, shielding his eyes and rushing from the room.

you place your palms on jj’s chest, his thrusts never slowing, even when his best friend walked in on the two of you, “jj! jj, stop! he just- he just caught us!”

jj’s hips don’t falter, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he focuses on his impending release.

“hey, hey, don’t worry about him. he won’t say shit, focus” jj demands. you obey, pushing john b to the back of your mind and focusing on the feel of jj’s cock sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.

jj’s hips begin to stutter, his dick pulsing inside of you as you clench around him uncontrollably. jj lets out a strained groan as his cum shoots inside of you, your body shaking as you come undone around his cock shortly after.

he slides his softening cock from you and pushes himself off the bed, finding his boxers and sliding them up his legs. you wrap the bedsheet over your chest, staring back at him. you’d been caught, what if john b tells kiara? you know what you’re doing is wrong, but you can’t seem to stop yourself. you want jj, but the two of you have always been stubborn when it came to your feelings for one another.

as if he was reading your mind, jj sits on the bed beside you, his large hand cupping your face as his ocean-blue eyes scanned your face. “hey, don’t worry. jb won’t say anything, besides… i’m- i’m gonna break things off with kie. she deserves better, and well.. you know i’m in love with you. it’s only fair we do this the right way”

you sigh, nodding your head as tears began to prick at your eyes. jj had never openly admitted he was in love with you, but you knew he was, so finally hearing the words out loud made your heart leap from your chest.

“i love you too, jj”

he smirks down at you, placing his hand on the back of your head and pressing his lips against your forehead. “i’ll be back, ‘m gonna go talk to jb, try and get some sleep. everything will be sorted by the time you wake up”

you smile to yourself, laying yourself in his bed and pulling the covers up to your nose. you close your eyes, listening to him exit the room, leaving you with thoughts of finally having a real relationship with the man you’d been in love with for years.

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moonmunson · 25 days

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either way / no doubt

a/n: either way and no doubt by Odie Leigh have been on repeat currently and I relate to them so heavily so I word vomited on a Google docs. its a little rushed but oh well LMAO (I'm also always writing with a plus sized reader in mind)

cw: over thinker fem!reader, autistic coded reader, not knowing how to enter into a first serious relationship, kind lover boy!Eddie, no use of y/n

wc: 2.1k

It is the beginning of Spring when she meets Eddie Munson. Genuinely meets him, not just sees him around town and wonders what it’s like to be in his orbit. Working at the local diner, she sees him and his group of friends often. She’s served them a couple times, and they’re always respectful - albeit rambunctious. They tip well, stack their dishes for the busboys to clear, wave to her on the way out.

It’s the day Eddie comes in by himself that marks it as different, new. He sits in her section of the diner, glances her way and then averts his gaze when she meets it. That’s odd, but she doesn’t think much else of it. Not until the end of his meal - consisting of a solitary cup of coffee and a slice of apple pie - does he stop her when she checks to see if he needs anything.

He asks if she’d want to hang out sometime, and she laughs - a forced exhale of nerves. He asks why she’s laughing, and she doesn’t know what to say. After a few moments of awkward silence, she relents and shrugs. What would we do? He says anything she wants. What if she doesn’t know what she wants to do? He says they’ll figure it out together.

They end up sitting in the back of Eddie’s van, the open doors facing Lover’s Lake. She’s fidgety, and stumbling over her words. He keeps staring at her when she talks and she’s not used to anybody doing this much work to stay focused on her and what she has to say, especially because she’s not saying much of substance. He asks her so many questions, and mundane ones at that. How are classes at the community college? What’s your major? She answers as best she can.

The feeling of someone looking at her makes her skin crawl. She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, she’s uncomfortably aware of the position of her nose on her face, which seems incredibly silly, and then she’s thinking about just how silly that is when he asks her if she’s alright.

“Sorry?”

“I was just asking if you felt alright. It looked like you went away for a second there,” Eddie ducks his head down to catch her line of sight. Eye contact has always been difficult for her, but this is different - warm - like sunshine. “I know I’m not the most exciting person to talk to, but I hope you’re having a good time. I enjoy talking to you.”

“I’m here, sorry. I like talking to you too.”

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s okay.”

“Sorry. Oh-” She sucks in a breath and places her hand over her mouth, eyes wide at the realization of her mistake. He giggles, a sweet boyish sound, and it warms his face. She thinks she could love that face, if he let her. If she knew how. She laughs too, despite herself. “It’s a bad habit. I really have to stop apologizing so much.”

He’s still smiling when he says it’s okay, he understands.

Later, when he drops her off at her apartment, the sun has gone down. The ride he’d offered her is relatively quiet. It’s a strange thing, to see the way someone adjusts themself around you. The usual loud heavy metal is absent here. The fast driving and sharp turns are traded in for complying with the speed limit, graceful steering and soft brakes. When he looks at her, she directs her gaze out the window - when she looks at him, he is focused on the road.

He stops her as she takes off her seatbelt and goes to open the door, jumping out of his own and running around the front of the van to open it for her. She leads him to her front door, and he asks if he can see her again, if he can have her number. She nods, and rummages around her purse for a few frantic seconds before finding her waitress notepad and pen. When she rips the page out that she’s written her number on and hands it to him, he clutches it to his chest and smiles.

“I’ll call you when I get home, if that’s okay. Just to let you know I made it back safely.”

“And if I want to keep talking to you?”

“We can talk for as long as you want to.”

“Okay.”

Eddie walks backwards for a few seconds, keeping his eyes locked on hers, paper still against his heart. By the time he’s made it back to his van, he lifts a hand up for a short wave goodbye, and turns to face the vehicle.

Now or never.

“Eddie?” In true Munson fashion, he whips around completely at the sound of her calling out to him.

“Yeah, sweets?”

“I just wanted to tell you I had a really nice time with you today. I can’t wait for you to call me later.” She tucks her hair behind her ears, needing to do something with her hands to offset the nausea brought about by her impulsive vulnerability. He smiles wider, if that’s even possible.

“I’m glad you had a good time. I’ve been wanting to ask you out forever, Gareth and the guys kept busting my balls about it. I promise I’ll call when I get home.”

She nods, her eyes tracking his steps as he makes it to his car. She watches him drive off. It feels so strange, this immediate wanting him to come back, wanting him to come inside and crawl into her brain. To know her fully. It scares her in a way she’s incredibly unused to. When she can’t hear the music blasting from his speakers anymore, she makes her way inside and slumps against the door for a few seconds.

He does call when he gets home, and they talk until the sun rises.

They spend the next few days talking on the phone. It’s easier like this, she thinks. She doesn’t have to worry about the way she looks when she’s thinking of something to say. She doesn’t have to avoid his white hot gaze, the way she can feel it trail over her face when she’s speaking. If he notices how much more she opens up to him when they’re not actively sitting next to each other, he doesn’t mention it.

When they’re not on the phone, he clings to her brainspace like moss on a tree. She can’t stop thinking about him, to the point she’s worried she’s obsessing over something that isn’t there. He’d said he had a good time, he said he enjoyed talking to her, so why does it keep bothering her so much? He feels safe. He does feel safe, but she’s not used to conversations with no expectations. No guise, no hidden agenda. If he notices the way she starts to pull away due to her overthinking, her sentences shorter and stunted, he doesn’t mention it. He carries on as usual, calling her to talk about what he’d done that day. It makes her smile.

When he asks, unprompted, if he can see her again, she says yes.

They go to the lake again. It is an early March morning, the last tendrils of Winter still grasping desperately for some kind of recognition against early Spring. He brings a blanket and hot cocoa for both of them, and she feels it in her chest - warm and sweet and chocolatey, like his eyes. It’s easier this time, talking to him. She spends less time worried about her posture and cadence - more time really listening to him speak and trying her hardest to maintain eye contact.

The early morning breeze makes ripples on the otherwise still surface of the water. It’s so beautiful. He’s so beautiful. He’s so expressive when he speaks. She used to think he was careless, jumping on tables and riling up the people he knew didn’t like him. Seeing him up close like this, she realizes it’s kind of the opposite. It’s careful, planned, the way he uses his hands, his eyes. Even when he’s talking about a book he's read a million times, she feels like she's there among the scenery and characters he describes. It’s entirely captivating. She wants to be more like him. Carefully carefree.

She’s never done this kind of thing - the relationship kind of thing. If that’s what this is, she has no idea how to traverse this new terrain. She can’t find her footing, she doesn’t know what the formula is, what the proper way to go about it looks like. She doesn’t think about sounding weird when she asks:

“What are we doing?”

Eddie pauses mid sip, brings the cup back down to his lap.

“Currently? Or like, with our lives?” He chuffs out a little laugh. Not in a teasing way, though it's hard for her to differentiate. “Because currently, from my perspective at least, I’m sitting in my van with a pretty girl talking about our favorite books. What I’m doing with my life is something a lot of people, including me, would really like to know.”

Levity, she recognizes.

“Sorry if it's a weird question, I just…�� She trails off, breaking eye contact, looking at her hands in her lap. He scoots forward a bit, the side of his thigh touching hers as their legs dangle off the back of the van. He doesn’t push her to say anything, doesn’t acknowledge the unneeded apology, doesn’t fill the silence with his own voice. He just waits, patiently. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen him sit this still.

“I really like you, and I really like talking to you. I’ve never done anything like this,” She uses her pointer finger to gesture between the two of them, drawing a connecting line between their bodies, “I don’t know how to, if that makes sense. I’m not really a lot of people’s type, I guess.”

“Hey, look at me,” Eddie sets the cup down next to him and very gently takes her hand, locks their fingers together. When she raises her eyes to meet his, he continues. “There’s no rush, I mean it. You set the pace here, okay? I like you, like a lot. If all you wanna do is sit here and talk, I’m totally fine with that. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, sweets.”

“What if you find out how weird I am and decide you don’t want to talk to me anymore?”

At this, Eddie relinquishes his grip on her hand, hops down from the lip of the back of the van, and stands in front of her.

“Y’know who you’re talking to?” two thumbs pointed towards himself - eyebrows raised, mouth quirked in a goofy grin, “King of the freaks, misfits, and ne'er do wells. I don’t think you could scare me off, but you’re certainly welcome to try.”

“So just… be myself?” She scrunches her face up - the idea of being genuine is almost totally foreign to her.

“Be yourself!”

“Ew. Yeah, alright, fine.” She sighs in resignation and shrugs a shoulder. Doesn’t think about how convincing he is, or how willing she was to drop some of her defenses. Carefully carefree. She can do it.

They share a laugh, finishing their luke-warm cocoa together and talking until the sun is high in the sky and the temperature rises too high for them to ignore any longer. This time, the drive home is less quiet. She meets his gaze when he looks over at her from the driver’s seat, she hums along to the sound of the radio, it's nice. Comfortable.

Just like last time, Eddie hastens to run around the van and open her door for her. He extends a hand to help her down and out, and they stay connected on the short journey to her apartment’s front door. Eddie watches while she digs the keys out of her purse, unlocking the door and leading the both of them inside for a drink. He kicks his shoes off by the welcome mat, and they look like they belong there.

It is the beginning of Spring when Eddie Munson permanently plants himself in her life, a steadfast source of comfort and nourishment. It is hard for her, and it takes longer than most for her to truly open up. To show him all the nooks and crannies of her mind. He takes it all in stride - her overthinking, her quirks and neuroses. He shows her that it is entirely impossible to trust someone enough to take part in the watering and flowering - that it's not a weight she has to hold alone. She can bloom.

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nvoirs · 11 months

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reader is Leon’s wife and she’s pregnant and over lactating. Leon doesn’t like seeing her pump the milk out with the machine so he pins her down on the bed and sucks the milk himself until he’s full and satisfied, she squirms and whines because of how sensitive her nipples are but he ignores her and sucks harshly until HE is satisfied :((((((((

Disclaimers: Very short wip, lactating kink, masturbation.

Note: Sorry for the length.. also i know absolutely nothing about how lactating works while pregnant lmao.

“Lee- what're you doing?!” You choked out your sharp words as Leon began sucking your sensitive nipple.

The machine that pumped out your leaking milk was tossed aside by your husband.

Lactating while pregnant was a two in one pain in the ass. Leon seemed to be enjoying it though.

You moaned as he sucked harshly pinning you down with his other hand. You cried out because of the pain and constant stimulation on the bud.

Your hands trailed down to your pants, slipping a hand behind your underwear beginning to rub your clit.

“I'm going to drink every last drop of milk, hate seeing you waste it.” He nuzzled into your heaving chest, clammy hands tugging at the roots of his blonde strands.

“There won't be any left for our daughter when she's born then.”

Giggling you gasped as your other nipple released the cloudy coloured liquid dripping down your bare chest.

“Daddy's a little greedy when it comes to mommy's tits, can't help m'self, now that they're all swollen and big, m sorry baby.” He soothingly rubbed your round stomach.

“Fuck- it feels so good.” Your fingers worked yourself faster on your throbbing clit moving down to slip into your clenching heat, slick coating your fingers by the minute.

Releasing your breast to take a breather Leon smirked, his pupils dilated.

“Feel so good your touching yourself, hm sweet girl?”

“Y-yeah-” You shivered at the fiery sensations rushing through your body.

“M Gonna cum, sucking my tits to harsh- oh!”

Your orgasm came quicker than expected, causing you to thrash around in the tangled sheets of your bed.

Leon released your other breast with a pop, and you lifted your head popping up to peer at your milk less chest.

“God Leon, I think you stopped the milk works for a bit.” Sighing as he continued to massage your sensitive chest.

“Nu-uh honey, your tits are going to start leaking again. I need more than one snack a day y'know.”

At least your milk wasn't going to waste.

This is so bad omg. sorry its so short.

#I just see leon having a daughter 😘#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil

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ssweetleaf · 1 year

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diamond eyes.

♡ pairing— eddie munson x afab!reader

♡ summary— just a little something about eddie eating you out <3

♡ includes— SMUT, extreme pussy eating lmao, daddy kink, praise, eddie’s hair being tied back (self-indulgent), shitty ending as always, i’m sorry!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Soft wisps of his hair fell from the loose bun that was tied haphazard and low against the back of his head, curling against his cheek and across his shoulders, only for you to bring a trembling hand up to smooth them back and tuck them behind his ears — lewd whines bubbling from your sore throat (courtesy of Eddie and his pretty cock that he had shoved nice and deep down your throat merely minutes before).

Your thighs were wide— bitten and shaking all while accommodating his face and shoulders to settle into, just barely begun, his mouth already lapping at your slick and puffy pussy, but oh so cruelly avoiding the swollen peak of your clit.

“Eddie,” you whined out, the frustration clear in your voice and you swore you could see the corners of his mouth turn upwards and the crinkles around his eyes deepen, but with the constant love hearts and sparkly stars that swirled around your vision, you weren’t 100% sure.

“Aw, sweetheart-” he moved his mouth away from your clenching pussy with an obscene squelch— arousal still dripping from you and pooling against the sheets. “What’s wrong? Am I not giving your pretty clit enough attention, hm?”

You shook your head, no, suddenly aware of the tears that trickled down your cheeks in long, black lines, lashes all clumped and thick with your mascara.

So, so frustrated.

“See, I can’t give you what you want unless you use your words for me, baby.” He cooed out, speech sugary sweet, mocking you entirely with a pout upon his lips, just like yours. “Come on, you can do it.”

“Wan’ it so bad, Eds-” you sniffled, wanting so badly to clamp your thighs shut and squeeze them tightly— anything for some sort of stimulation.

Eddie chuckled, smoothing a callused hand up your tummy and palming one of your breasts, tugging and rolling the pebbled nipple between a thumb and forefinger.

He tutted, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth so teasingly.

“Ah ah, what’s the magic words?”

Your breath hitched, rushing to whine those two special words, the thumping of your clit begging to be eased and sated, your sopping hole clenching around nothing.

“Please, daddy!”

And in an instant, not even seconds after you had uttered your plea, Eddie buried his face into your pussy— tongue immediately running between your folds before latching onto your tortured clit, sucking it between his lips and into his mouth.

“See,” he muttered, words slurred and muffled against your cunt, the vibrations coursing through your clit, causing your hips to buck into his face. “Wasn’t so hard was it?”

His tongue pressed flat against your pulsing clit before shaking his head from side to side, more of his pretty tresses coming loose and cascading along your thighs.

“Go on, sweetheart, tell daddy how it feels.”

You arched into him, whining loud and crude, gasping all breathy, love hearts beating out of your eye sockets at the sight of him between your plush and pillowy thighs.

“Oh, daddy,” you sighed dreamily, crying out again when he pulled back to spit on your pussy as if you weren’t wet enough already. “feels s’good. Look so pretty, too.”

The tears were rolling still, and Eddie’s hips were rutting into the mattress, so hard from your pretty face and gasping whines— he thought he’d cum just from the sight of you crying all pathetic like that (and he couldn’t ignore the way he throbbed when you mentioned how pretty he looked).

But he couldn’t cum yet, gotta have you cum first, that’d fuel his ego real good.

“I know, baby, feels real good, doesn’t it.” He punctuated his speech with harsh suckles, every so often his tongue would trail farther down and lap its way into your hole, thrusting his jaw and nudging against your gummy walls, giving it something to clench around, before coming back to where it belonged— pressed snugly against your puffy clit. “Such a good girl.”

Good girl.

You shivered at his praise, yet again thrusting your hips into his face, causing him to press you back down with his two palms.

“Oh yeah, I know you like that, sweet girl.” His spit was everywhere, mixing with your creamy slick, trailing along your tummy and inner thighs— and the most beautiful sight of them all, your sweetness dripping down Eddie’s chin and soaking his pretty jaw. “Such a daddy’s girl, ain’t ya, baby.”

A constant mantra slipped from your lips in a quick succession. Yesyesyes. Fingers reaching for Eddie’s pillow for something to grip onto because you could feel that mouth-watering feeling at the bottom of your stomach, fluttering around like butterflies before pulling tight. So, so close,,

“You gonna cum, hm? Y’gonna cum for daddy, baby?” He spoke, eating your pussy like a starved man and claiming that your pussy tastes like fucking peaches, sweetheart. With him staring up at you with those pretty brown eyes, all sparkly and doe-like, completely mesmerising and pulling you into a trance, your orgasm grew closer at that, letting mindless babbles to slip.

“Please can I cum? Daddy please-” there’s those magic words again, they had his cock leaking, so close to busting, but he aimed to keep his composure. “I’ve been a good girl, haven’t I?”

“That’s right, sweetheart- been such a good girl—” his movements were sloppy, but fuelled the fire even more. “So sweet askin’ for permission.”

Once again, to seal the deal, he shook his head quickly from side to side, his nose bumping against your clit while his tongue lay flat, leaving no part of your sweet cunt left behind.

“Do it for me, baby-” he gasped, chest heaving, losing breath but it felt so good. Eddie ate pussy for his pleasure, too. “Cum.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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0anonnymouslyours0 · 8 days

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Hii! I love ur writing so much, I had a h/c fic idea for James but I can't write to save my life so I figured I'd request lmao. Feel free to ignore if it's not something ur interested in writing ofc.

I was thinking smtn where James asks out reader and they think it's a joke so they like walk away or tell him to fuck off or smtn and James is just so confused so the next day asks r wtf that was about and she's like "if ur gonna be a dick you shouldn't expect other ppl to just take it" or something and he's still confused and asks her what was happening so she explains what she thinks is going on and he like comforts her and tells her that he fr likes her

getting around to answering some requests... i took a short break but im thinking about writing a bit again. this is just cute fluff. little rusty tho. 💞

james potter is an absolute idiot.. truly. and yet, somehow, you've still had a crush on him for 3 years. it's truly a marvel. james and his friends, fondly referred to as the 'marauders', often play practical jokes. of course, when out of the blue on a random tuesday james sheepishly approaches you asking if you want to go to hogsmeade together, you think it's some sort of joke. a cruel trick of the universe, to tug on your poor pining heart. so you scowl at him, and turn straight on your heel and march off.

james and you have been friends for years, longer then you've ever liked him, so the only logical answer is that its all a joke. a cruel joke. and one, though you'd never say to anybody else, hurts. a lot. so, like the very mature person you are, you decide to ignore his existence for the rest of the day, and the following morning. when james gets remus, your loyal potions buddy, to past notes to you in class, you throw them straight in the bin; ignoring remus's skeptical stare, with an eye-roll and shrug. and just as you think you've evaded him the whole day, he corners you as you leave history of magic.

"whats wrong with you? you've been ignoring me all day? did i fuck up that bad?" he says, hot on your heels behind you as you storm through the hallway away.

"you know james, if your gonna be such a fucking dick about peoples feelings, you shouldn't just expect them to take it. and if you do, consider yourself no longer my friend. don't talk to me, stop passing notes, stop staring at me, and stop corning me on my way out of class!" you snap, turning to stare at him with your arms folded.

and james, well, james just pouts. a confused look spreads across his brow.

"i- i thought you liked me? and i really like you- and i don't understand, i truly wasn't trying to play with your feelings or- or anything like that!" he replies, sounding adorably confused and sincere, and you falter.

"you asked me out as a joke james! how is that anything but playing with my-"

"sorry what? no! i was very serious. i like you. a lot. have for a while and it's taking me so, so long to work up the courage. i've taken too long and now i've blown it." james cuts in, stepping forward into your space, except you don't back away.

"you.. weren't joking?"

"of course not!" he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. he looks rather upset actually, a frown on his face.

you blink at him, stepping closer.

"you actually meant it? you, er, like me?"

"head over heels." he confirms, with a smile spreading across his face

"well then, ill see on saturday night." you say, a small smile in return before turning rather quickly away to rush off to your dorm, a light blush coating your cheeks.

james twirls on the spot, throwing his fist in the air in a quiet "yes!" before dashing after you.

"wait! where do you wanna go because i was thinking something special? my treat- god let me treat you right!"

#im a little rusty on the writing front #apologies 😓#oneshot #fluff #female reader #masterlist #james potter #james potter fluff #james potter smut #james potter x reader fluff #james potter fic #james potter fanfiction #james potter marauders #james potter x reader #james potter x you

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reivrze · 1 year

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CLICK ! | p. sunghoon

in which you and sunghoon are paired up for this month's vogue magazine cover.

pairing. idol!sunghoon x idol!reader

word count. 0.4k

warning. feelings of stress

song. aeao - dynamicduo, DJ Premier

a/n. idk why i chose to write this, the idea just popped up in my head. this was bad sorry lmao, disappointed because this idea is cute but I can't write well at night

"get closer please!" the director called out. this photoshoot had been dragging on for nearly an hour as you struggled to relax, this being your first photoshoot with another idol, the fact that he was a very attractive one at that, intimated you. you could feel sunghoon looking over at you, in an attempt to check on you. he started to think he was making you uncomfortable, seeing you all tensed up.

"are you okay?" he whispered. startled by the sudden words, you looked up at him with widened eyes.

"huh?"

"you look pretty stiff.. is everything okay? do you want to take five?" he offered a sympathetic smile, offering you time to regain your senses and maybe cool down a bit. you nodded quickly, feeling relieved that he had noticed your awkwardness and had tried to make you feel better.

the minute the director had called a break, you breathed out, and made your way to your makeup chair, hoping that your heart would stop beating out of your chest so that you could get this out of the way. sunghoon had come up to your chair, wanting to see if you were doing okay and if he could do anything to help you out.

He leaned in and asked, "Are you feeling better now? Is there anything I can do to help you relax?"

"ahh no I'm okay, I just needed to breathe. it's my first time doing a photo shoot with someone other than my members and I just need to get used to it, but thank you for caring" you gave him a shy smile, trying to ease his worries.

"yea, I get it, it's my first time too you know?" you hadn't expected that from him, he seemed so natural, you started feeling insecure at the fact that you hadn't been acting as smoothly as him despite being in the same situation as him.

"oh. I guess my stress isn't really rational then, if you seem to be so calm" you let out a small laugh, feeling sorry for yourself.

"are you kidding? I'm stressing out too, to be honest.. but I didn't want you to see it haha"

"how come..?"

"uh... I wanted to impress you, I guess? I don't know, I had seen some of your videos previously and found you pretty.. haha" he was now a light shade of red, stuttering out the little confession. your face quickly matched his, the confession catching you so off guard.

with a sudden rush of confidence, you muttered out your reciprocated attraction towards him. a smile making its way to his face at the satisfying ending.

#enhypen #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen masterlist #enha fluff #enha x reader #enhypen sunghoon #enha #enhypen fluff #engene #sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon enhypen #sunghoon drabbles #enhypen drabbles

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minhosimthings · 2 months

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A La Folie ft. Jay || Part 2

Synopsis: Wounds came and went. All in the circle of life am I right? The greatest warrior among all the kings, Park Jay. For him, seeing blood was like seeing the sky. It was a daily routine which he could not escape. Yes sometimes he had grave injuries, which he wouldn't stop to take care of, with him being a workaholic. But sometimes healers do more than heal physical wounds, and for Jay, you did exactly that.

Pairings: King!Jay × healer!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, suggestive at the end, SMUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER MY BABIES, mentions of food, mentions of abuse, reader has scars, mention of blood and violence, hurt/comfort, reader has a panic attack, Heeseung suffering a shit ton lmao I'm sorry hee

A/N: I am legit so sorry for the long wait my babies I wanted to make this as perfect as possible! Thank you for the notes on the first part YAY!!! And the next chapter has smut hehe 😏😏

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

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Memories are said to be core parts of a person's life, no matter good or bad.

The only memories you had were of blood, broken glass, and destroyed homes.

Laughter had always seemed so frightening to you, it reminded you terribly of your mother and father's drunken laughter, as they put the belt to their daughter, just because she was a daughter.

Laughter was no longer how your older brother used to comb your hair, how he used to engulf you in his arms everytime the house was filled with things that a seven year old shouldn't be hearing.

Laughter and love, no longer seemed to exist, as you looked down on the bruises on your skin, and wondered when the last time someone had noticed it under all your setting powder was.

Oh right.

Just over an hour ago by the goddamn king of the place you lived in. The possibility of something going wrong was approximately zero, and yet your powder just had to melt off.

Now you were slumped against your bed, almost about to tear your hair out at how much you were regretting even signing up for an apprentice's position in the palace. At the time, when you were fifteen, it seemed the only possible solution, to get away from your home.

To get away from Jooyeon, atleast.

Knock knock knock.

You let out a loud groan at the sound of tapping on the door. Who on earth was calling for you now?

Checking the clock on the wall, you seethed. Begrudgingly getting up, you dragged yourself to the door, and opened it only to find-

"Your Highness!" You gasped, quickly bending into a curtsey at the light footed man standing before you, "Um..am I of any requirance?"

Heeseung chuckled, and pressed his hand to his chest, returning the respect but bowing to you and sweeping away a stray hair from his forehead.

"Jay just sent me over to you to find out if you were alright, Miss Y/N." He said, with the air of a holy messenger, "You seemed to have rushed out the door on his saying something. Did he offend you perhaps?"

"Oh." You breathed a sigh of relief, not realising your facial expression until you saw Heeseung's amused face looking at you, "Oh no! No absolutely not! No, it's um—its really my fault, sort of. Um—is-is he quite mad?"

Heeseung mused over the question for a bit, quietly laughing to himself at how flustered you were.

"Well I wouldn't say mad." Heeseung finally answered after what seemed like an eternity, "But I would say extremely confused and possibly bleeding out his bandages again."

"Fuck." You cursed under your breath, hoping Heeseung didn't hear what you said, "I'll see it to the matter straight away, Your Highness."

"Oh please, Miss Y/N, call me Heeseung." He winked flirtatiously at you, to which you wanted to slightly gag.

"Is it a custom for all Paradoxica kings to allow their nurses to call them by their names?" You chuckled, remembering how Jay so magnificently told you to call him by his name.

"Maybe just for the handsome ones." Heeseung jested, throwing you another wink, which you tried hard not to frown at.

As Heeseung's footsteps faded away, you turned to the door in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you strode forward and slowly opened the door, having the scent of musk hit your nostrils with a bang again, as your eyes fell upon Jay, sitting calmly against the bedframe with his bandages drenched in red.

"May I come in, Your Majesty?" You forced the sentence out, not daring to meet Jay's eyes. You heard a slight hum of approval, to which you sighed a breath of relief and strode in, immediately going to the tiny table you had set up in the corner of the room and getting your supplies to change Jay's bandages, not noticing how Jay's eyes were following your every movement.

Silence filled the room for many minutes as you went on with your routine of pressing the ointment against his wounds and wrapping them up in clean linen. You hadn't dared to lift your lids up to Jay, all the while you were touching his stomach.

"Who did that to you?"

The air stilled drastically, at Jay's cold question, which he offered in a bittersweet voice, and you knew he could see how you visibly froze, from the hair on top of your head down to your little toe finger.

"Pardon me, Your Majesty?" You said, pretending not to hear the question and quickly wrapping up your tools. But Jay was quicker.

"I said—" he leaned forward, to your figure sitting on the stool and he whispered dangerously in your ear,

"Who gave you that mark on your shoulder?"

Jay's suspicions proved true at your flinch at his tone. Leaning back to look at your face, he saw nothing but pure fear and a few tears. His thoughts immediately started to run wild.

"Forgive me." He sighed, "That was too far."

"It was." The words ran out before you could stop them, and a bit harsher than you had wanted.

"May I be please be excused?" You asked him, trying hard to ignore the pit in your stomach and the urge to throw yourself onto a bed and sob.

That night, you tried everything to fall asleep. Empty packets of chamomile were all strewn over the floor, the heavy scent of lavender candles floated in the air, and yet nothing was knocking you out.

Sleep came very late into the darkness and sleep came disturbed. You had no idea how many times your eyes cracked open and stared at the ceiling above because the nightmare just seemed too damn real to be a figment of your imagination. You wondered how it would have been like if you had stayed with Jay all night in his chambers, you had heard that Mrs.Chun often stayed with him when he was injured.

Secrets and secrets never to be untold, you started to write in your diary again, to kill your time, and hopefully drowse off as soon as your poem was completed.

Little did you know, a certain king was doing the same thing next door.

"So let me get this straight-" Sunghoon ran his fingers through his hair, "You have a very attractive woman your age tending to you, almost touching your abs, talking to you like you want to be talked to, smells like lavender, and an apparently suspicious bruise on her shoulder and you want to find out where that thing came from but she won't tell you?"

"Well when you say it that way." Jay glared at his fellow king, "And anyways I'm pretty sure she's upset with me right now, she practically ran out on me yesterday."

Sunghoon snickered and ran a hand through his hair again. "How are you holding up? With the injury and all?"

"It's much better than Y/N expects me to rest for." Jay scoffed, "Have you seen her out of her chambers when you were coming here?"

"I think she's in the infirmary." Sunghoon scratched his head, "One of the maids told me that she was busy."

If you were in the infirmary, the infirmary was where Jay would go. With a heavy breath, he lunged himself off of the bed and onto his feet, to the concerned brow raise of Sunghoon.

"Alright you should return to your palace now, doesn't the kingdom need you and all?"

"I don't think so." Sunghoon threaded his fingers into his locks, "It's a bright sunny day, Jongsoeng brighten up a bit!"

"If you touch your hair one more time Park Sunghoon, I will brighten up your funeral."

The infirmary was a place of healing. For both physical and mental wounds. For most of your teenage years, Mrs Chun had set about trying heal the latter, by immersing you into the art of healing others. It had been fascinating, you thought, the quiet of the stone walls and the cold air brushing against your skin with kisses you preferred. It made you forget your home.

So it wasn't a surprise that this was the place you came to early in the morning when the king had ordered your presence. You were currently working on a nightmare potion for yourself, trying to mix in some additionalities to make you dream about something else.

Your carefully measured out drops of cranberry juice caught your attention as the vibration from the sound of heavy steps coming from outside made it quiver ever so slightly.

Sighing to yourself when you heard the door knob's knock, you abandoned your chemicals and went towards the door, thankful for your infirmary outfit of trousers because they didn't drag behind you. Why couldn't you have worn this when you were tending to-

"Your Majesty!" You all but screamed, quickly bowing to the man in front of you, "uh....hi." you added awkwardly at the end.

"Hi." Jay replied back, "And I told you not to call me that. Just call me Jay it's fine."

"You're the goddamn king, I can't just call you by your first name." You retorted as Jay walked in and dropped into the chair by the table where your nightmare potion lay, "Do you need anything?"

"Entertainment." Jay replied promptly, curiously poking at some herbs, "Why don't you wear that often?"

"Pardon?" You said before looking down and realising what you were wearing. You quickly grabbed a blanket and covered your lower portion, "That wasn't meant for anyone's eyes."

"You look good." Jay winked, nibbling on the cilantro you had saved for the potion, "Is that a nightmare potion?"

"Mrs Chun told me you were horrible at potions." You laughed, letting do of the blanket and striding over to Jay, plopping down on the chair opposite to him, "Kudos to recognising the potion."

"She's exaggerating, you know how old women are these days."

"How old do you suspect I am?" You asked, curious as to the king's opinions on women's ages. Jay thought for a moment before speaking.

"Depends." He leaned forward and smiled, "How old do you think I am?"

"45." You answered with an air of pride to your voice, to which Jay gasped dramatically and put a hand to his chest.

"You wound me Y/N." He chuckled, "Healers are supposed to heal aren't they?"

"Well depending on how you take your tea with a jar full of honey, you're certainly an old man." You were uncontrollably laughing now, "We're the same age, 22."

There was a moment of silence, in which you silently took the potion away from his radius and into your hands, your eyes widening dangerously at the bubbling liquid.

"Damn it!" You said, wincing at the hot touch. You looked around frantically for something, anything, which could calm the potion down, while Jay looked on, confused at your doings. Nevertheless, he got up and started to look for whatever you wanted.

"What are we looking for?" Jay asked as you ripped open the cupboards, the potion was bubbling aggressively by now.

"Something that can calm the potion down!" You cried, trying to get your mind to think, something to neutralize liquid, "like a lemon, alkali something."

Jay knew nightmare potion was dangerous when it wasn't neutralized, poisoning the skin of those whose grasp it reached. He racked his brain, trying to remember what Mrs Chun had taught him.

"Oh how about that baking soda there!" Jay pointed, wincing slightly as he felt pressure against his wounds but he tried not to show it, "It's alkali is it not?"

You had no time to respond as you grabbed thd baking soda at the speed of lightning and poured it all into the potion. The aggravated liquid seemed to calm down, as the bubbles slowly faded away and the colour changes from green to its normal azure.

"Thank the fucking heavens." You sighed, plopping down on the table much to Jay's amusement, "Thank you, Jay."

"I don't think Mrs Chun would like the state of this room right now." Jay motioned to the floor, where powders and cupboards lay ripped open from your frantic try to find an alkali. He was right of course, Mrs Chun would have killed you. The baking soda was also finished.

"Ah damn." You said, not realising the amount of times you swore in front of the kind today, you had to go out and get new ones now. You started to pick up the bigger jars which were thankfully not broken and arrange them back, not noticing Jay doing the same thing behind you. When you did notice however you were horrified.

"Your Majesty sit down!" You commanded, forcing Jay down onto the chair, "You'll worsen the injury."

"But I want to help." Jay visibly pouted, adorable, you thought, "Please?"

"Absolutely not." You responded, five minutes away from tying him to the chair, "If you're that bored, we can talk, but under no circumstance am I allowing you to bend and work."

Jay considered his options and came to the conclusion that talking was the better option. He wanted to find out more about your mysterious ways of enchanting him so well, about that scar too....

"Shall I start then?" Jay asked, as you nodded and started on the mess again, "Favourite food?"

"That's the best question you could think of?" You scoffed playfully, nevertheless smiling at him, "Apricots. Alright my turn. Hm..allergies?"

"Peaches, which is a pity because I love peaches. Hobbies?"

"Most of the time, reading, but I like experimenting here in the infirmary." You said. You liked this conversation, it was peaceful, bouncing back on each other with questions of all kinds. There was laughter, teasing and perhaps the most happiness you had felt in a lot of time.

"Birds can take over the world, you can fight me on that."

"If I fought you over it, I'd probably lose." Jay laughed, holding his stomach from the amount of bird jokes you both had made in the past fifteen minutes.

"So any siblings?"

Jay's question made you freeze again into that familiar pose Jay had grown to hate now. He wondered whether it was something related to your family that you were making the nightmare potion for.

"I'm sorry, you clearly aren't comfortable with discussing it I won't bring it up agai-"

"No it's alright." You sighed, letting out a breath that felt like it had been caged forever somewhere, "I-Well I don't speak with my family anymore they weren't exactly the loving type, a-and I ran away when I was 14."

14. That was the age when Jay lost everything.

"Well I guess we have a lot in common then." Jay sent you a comforting smile. God he had a gorgeous smile, you wished you could see it on his face at all times of the day.

"That would be a horrible similarly wouldn't it?" You forced a kindred smile. Jay nodded at your statement, and picked up the cilantro again, bringing the smaller leaves to his mouth to chew.

"Well I'll leave you to your work." Jay slumped off of his chair, the pain in his bandages had decreased now, "Good day Y/N."

"Good day Your- I mean Jay."

Jay had no idea how he managed to reach his chambers, his feet managed to trace the path back, all that was on his mind was how much if a mystery you still were.

That night, he opened the glass case in his room for the first time in seven years, taking out the ruby dagger and admiring how much it felt like your touch.

"Hyung are you serious?" Jay's fingers massaged his temple, as Heeseung smirked.

Both of them were sitting outside, in the warm afternoon Sun after you had allowed Jay to go outside on making sure his bandages were healed. It had been a few days since the infirmary incident, and Jay had constantly sneaked up so many times and messed with your potions that you had to threaten to rip apart the infirmary and blame it on him when Mrs Chun returned. Jay had heard worse threats in his life, but never before had he actually listened to them than now.

Plus it was the only thing that could allow him to see you in your shirt and trousers fit which he adores so much, even if you glared at him while he made suggestions for a potion while sitting next to you. Granted, he had been useful sometimes, particularly the time, he carefully bandaged your hand when you got a nasty burn from some dragon scales.

Unbeknownst to him, you though he looked adorable, with his tongue stuck out in pure concentration, as he carefully pressed his fingers across yours. It bought a blush to your face.

"It's the only favour I ask of you Jay" Heeseung tried to put on his best boba eye impression, to manipulate Jay into asking you out on a date. To Heeseung's wedding.

"Why can't you ask?" Jay sighed, talking a sip of his lemonade.

"Because Y/N isn't making my heart beat at the pace of a cheetah, she's making yours." Heeseung smirked, "Wait isn't that her?"

Jay's head whipped around to look behind him, making a crack sound as it went. His eyes landed on someone in the distance, wearing an olive dress and a straw hat, carrying a wickerwork basket, possibly to pick some on the daffodils growing in the garden. Royal healers were always allowed to pick herbs in the garden, so that's what you were probably doing.

God you looked beautiful, Jay thought. It reminded him of earlier, happier days, of days when laughter echoed high through the walls and flowers bloomed. Especially lavender. Lavender, like his mother....

"Jay, you're staring." Heeseung coughed loudly, snapping Jay out of his euphoria.

In the distance, you were willing away your time by plucking out tiny bristles of daffodils, they would do you good in makin the nightmare potions again. It wad a pleasant day today and you hadn't expected Jay to come out, but there he was, sitting alongside Heeseung in a loose white shirt, open slightly at neck. You hoped fervently that there weren't any mind readers present at the scene, lest they read all your extremely unholy thoughts.

The last few days, were fun, happy even. You liked Jay making conversation with you at the infirmary. Sure he annoyed you sometimes, but you didn't think you had laughed this much in ages now. It felt like home, true home, which you hadn't ever known the feeling of.

The sound of loud coughing made you flinch as you turned around to see both the royals snap their heads into the distance from staring at you. Giggling to yourself, you began to walk towards them, basket full of daffodils in hand.

"Fuck she's coming here." Jay whispered, pretending to look busy in fishing the cilantro pieces out from his glass.

"And I thought I was the lovesick one." Heeseung rolled his eyes, quickly putting on his brightest smile, as he saw you approaching.

"Miss Y/N!" Heeseung bowed to you, trying to sound like he wasn't about to possibly ruin Jay's love life, "Are you doing well?"

"Perfect, Your Highness." You curtsied, noticing Jay still hiding his face, "Congratulations on the betrothal, Your Highness, or should I call you Heeseung?"

"You remember?" He shot you a cheeky smile, sitting down on his chair agin, as you sat down on the one a servant brought you, "Well I assume you are coming to the ball? I would be devastated if my darling Queen didn't meet you."

You chuckled and quietly shook your head. "I don't believe I was invited. Plus, i have no family or friend to go with."

"Oh what a coincidence! Jay doesn't either!" Heeseung said, in a fake cheery voice, as Jay groaned silently to himself and fervently wished to disappear from this moment. This was by far the weakest he had ever felt in all his life.

"Oh...um... That's sad?" You were uncertain on what to say. Heeseung took a deep breath, and reminded himself that he had to play Cupid properly.

"Yes it's so sad, don't you think it would so nice if you two went together?"

Perhaps the most frightening thing the birds heard that day was the sound of Jay's cough at Heeseung's sentence.

"Jay! Oh my god-" you panicked, bit Heeseung merely rolled his eyes and harshly patted Jay's back.

"Calm down idiot." Heeseung grumbled, and then turned back to you with a bright smile on his face, "Anyways, as we were saying, how about it Miss Y/N?"

"Well, for starters-" you said, with the air of a true healer, "I have to go out to town and get some supplies, the infirmary is nearly out. And secondly, it is a royal ball. I don't believe I have anything royal to wear."

"Oh pity, I think Jay knows a really good seamstress in town don't you Jay?" Heeseung smirked at a red eared Jay who was doing everything in his power to appear not flustered, "Plus weren't you going to go on your undercover rounds tomorrow Jay? Oh that's perfect! You and Y/N can go get the supplies in town, and get some measurements for her dress and voila! A perfect date to my wedding!"

That night, both you and Jay went to sleep peacefully, without scented candles or chamomile teas.

That night, a healer and a king couldn't wait for tomorrow's gift.

(And Heeseung slept, giggling next to his annoyed but loving wife)

"You look rather dashing." You giggled, clutching a basket tightly in your hand, and leaning against the door, admiring the figure of the man in front of you. Jay was clad in simple clothes today, a workman's attire. And he still looked more handsome that the devil himself.

"Oh shut up." Jay rolled his eyes, "You definetly look prettier."

"Where did you learn to impress a lady like that hmm?" You questioned, as Jay tried everything to adjust his collar and failed, "That's not how you press the fabric down idiot."

"First of all-" Jay glared playfully at you, "I didn't learn it just comes to me naturally" you scoffed at that, "Second of all you just called the king of tis kingdom an idiot. And third of all-" his eyes went round like the ones he used when he wanted something, "Can you adjust this collar please?"

"Idiot." You laughed, putting your basket down and walking over to him, your hands going up towards his unruly collar, "My idiot, unfortunately."

"Since when do healers get to own people?" Jay jested, feeling his entire world freeze at the soft touch of your hands. God you smelled like lavender and love.

Love? That four lettered word? Please, Jay mentally scoffed, it didn't exist.

But as Jay watched you, felt your fingers touching his neck, and your waist pressing against his, as you carefully adjusted the collar, in that very moment, he saw the most beautiful aspects of his life, and he knew he was helplessly in love. He craved your touch, your presence, your eyes stuck to his, anything with you. Was this the love his mother always spoke of?

"And I'm done!" You breathed a sigh of relief, the collar was hard to pull down, and you were relieved when it finally flattened. What you weren't expecting however, was Jay staring at you with widened eyes when you looked up from his neck.

"Um...Jay?" You said, waving your hand in front of him, "Earth to The great King Park Jongsoeng."

Your voice seemed to break Jay out of his temporary trance, as he quickly blinked his eyes and popped his lips together. "We should go." He said, much to your relief.

"Hey wait a second." You stopped him from exiting. Your fingers went up to his hair and quickly ruffled it, making it look messy and unruly

"There." You presented proudly, "now you look like a true town person."

Something in Jay told him that this day would go in a second as all good days went.

Jay had never before gone on his monthly undercover trip to the town, accompanied by anyone else. He feared it would blow his cover to the people. The trip always benefited him, he would get some delicious food, a day without guards, a day with peace, and a free survey of the citizens' wellbeing.

Today was different. He had no interest in looking at the wellbeing of the people, nor on the food. All he cared about was you.

You, with your head held high, easily chatting up the store owners, bargaining for the price of powdered dragon scales and smiling wide at the tiny child who had run up to you and have you a tiny sunflower blossom.

His heart was weak, fragile around you, it contained lovesick blood which he hadn't ever held before. Your hearty laughter, your hair moving in harmony with you and the contagious joy you spread to the people in the bustling market, it made Jay's knees buckle.

"Jongsoeng come on!" You cried, walking perhaps fifteen steps ahead of Jay. He had to jog to keep up. You were calling him by his actual name, since most people outside of royalty didn't know his real name.

"Did you get everything?" Jay panted, peering into your full basket. You nodded.

"Yep! I even got the cilantro you like chewing so much like a cow." You giggled, holding up a few leaves to his mouth, "Say ahh" you teased him as if you were feeding a child.

"Ahhh" Jay opened up his mouth and pushed the cilantro into his mouth, much to your surprise. You flinched slightly at his cold touch.

"Delicious." Jay smacked his lips together dramatically, "Anyways shall we get going?"

"Please don't tell me we're going to some shoe shop, I detest the smell of leather." You groaned, earning a look from Jay.

"That is by far the weirdest thing I've ever heard." Jay chuckled, "And we're going to the best seamstress of this kingdom darling, so keep your socks on."

Your heart fluttered uncontrollably at his nickname.

"Ah my King. Welcome!" A well dressed woman, with her hair tied into a fishtail greeted Jay and you. You assumed she was the Chaeryoung from "Chaeryoung's Seams", signboard outside which indicated her grand castle of a shop. This, according to Jay, was where all the aristocrats obtained their clothes.

"Chaeryoung, I assume you are well?" Jay pressed a kiss to her hand, a custom for most unmarried men, but delivering a pang of jealousy to your heart.

"I do not care about my wellbeing right now, Your Majesty. All I care about-" she shifted her pretty, cat-like eyes to you, "-is this beauty standing before me."

You felt your cheeks heat up at Chaeryoung's complement. You? A beauty? Impossible it seemed, especially next to a pretty woman like Chaeryoung.

"I am Y/N." You curtsied, "You are quite gorgeous yourself, Miss Chaeryoung."

Chaeryoung let out a giggle and blushed red in her ears, turning to Jay. "You found someone quite like yourself, Your Majesty."

"Oh please." You scoffed playfully, "I am much more handsome than him, don't you think?"

To Jay, that was more of a complement than an insult, especially when it came from your mouth.

You stayed in Chaeryoung's shop until the sky darkened. She wouldn't let you go until you tried on every combination she asked you to.

Jay was quite useful in this, you thought, giving Chaeryoung recommendations on necklines and earings and whatnot.

A memory which stayed particularly on your mind, was when you stepped out in a beautiful dress, which hugged your body perfectly, with a neckline that could send any man to heaven if he looked at it.

Any man meant Jay too, who thought he would combust if he saw you on any more dresses. He swore he could have seen pixies sparkling their magic dust over you.

"How does this look?" You stood in front of Jay with a big smile on your face.

"Spin for me." Jay said, standing up, to assess the dress more properly, as you spun, the fabric seemingly obeying your every command and spinning with you like a Scottish Fold's tail. Could you get any prettier?

"I swear to god if you don't get this dress, I will open my bandages." Jay said dramatically, much to Chaeryoung's pleasure who nodded and rushed out of the room, to get your measurements.

"Do I look good?" You asked again, a bit uncertainly this time.

"Good?" Jay scoffed, "You look like the prettiest person on earth."

"You sure know how to make a girl blush, are you sure you haven't had practice?" You giggled, spinning one more time in the dress to admire yourself. You loved the way the fabric felt against your skin, it hugged it in a way that all your scars didn't hurt too much. A perfect dress, you thought.

Perfect. Until you looked down at your collarbone.

Fate has its ways, dear reader. And it has many ways for misfortune.

"Oh no-no no no." You swore under your breath. Well that is, if you were even breathing. You were panicking, and panic attacks weren't exactly cotton candy flavoured for you. You could feel your throat tighten up and your peripheral vision blend out.

You felt cold all around, you felt the harsh words of little girls and the screams of your parents. You felt Jooyeon too....

"Hey hey Y/N, calm down." You could hear Jay's voice faintly behind you, but you couldn't bring yourself to focus on anything.

Jay was worried, extremely worried. He hadn't ever seen you panic like this before. Sure you had a few stressful mishaps in the infirmary, but this? Never before. Jay was confused as to why you were currently supporting your entire weight on him but he took one look down at your collarbone and he knew.

"Y/N, darling, I need you to breathe for me." Jay whispered in your ear, unsure of what to do. His hands trailed down to your waist, while one supported your shoulder.

"Shh, I'm right here, I'm right here calm down." Jay coached you, tracing shapes along your neck, which worked effectively.

"I-" you kept your sob in your throat, "I need something to c-cover..."

You felt a warm sort of cloth wrap around your shouder, Jay's jacket.

"Calm down now." Jay whispered again, hearing faint footsteps in the distance, "I'll distract Chaeryoung, you run."

"Your bandages aren't bleeding much, I think they're healed.." You clicked your tongue, pressing against Jay's wounds.

"You sound worried though, darling." Jay said, his eyes never leaving you even as you got up and settled your supplies down.

"You know I won't ever stop worrying about you." You chuckled, sitting opposite him on the bed, with two cups of chamomile. Drinking tea with Jay at night seemed to relax your nerves.

"So..."

"So?"

"Would you like to talk about what happened?"

You bit your lip at his question, savouring the taste of the chamomile for a while.

"Would you really like to know?" You sighed, putting your tea down, "You've been curious over it for a lot of days."

"I would like to know whether you want Jooyeon killed or tortured." Jay calmly sipped his tea.

Jooyeon.

How did he know?!

"How-" you raised your eyes to him, "Do you know about Jooyeon?"

"I'm a King, darling." Jay chuckled, his eyes seemed more dangerous than ever, "I know everything."

"If you knew everything, then why did you ask me?" You said, your tone laced with venom.

Jay's eyes softened. "I know who he is but I don't know what he did to you, darling." He toyed with his empty cup, "and I wanted to know why you hide that scar."

"Because it's ugly!" You cried out, slamming your teacup onto the table next to you, you were surprised it didn't break, "Because everyone I've ever met in my life recoils from it whenever they see it and for some fucking reason you didn't and it's just so weird!"

The air stilled again in that familiar manner, and flashes of memories came into Jay's mind.

'Mum why do you hide your shoulder?'

'its not as beautiful as the rest of me, Jay. Why do you ask?'

'You're still pretty to me mum!'

Your memories on the other hand, were entirely different.

The sound of glass....

The smell of blood....

Jooyeon's grip on your thigh.....

"Y/N, love-"

"I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have-"

Jay's hand buried you into his chest, as your sob ripped through the air like a siren. He could feel his shirt become damp but he didn't give a single damn. All he cared about was how you were practically shaking apart in his arms.

Your shattered words of 'Im sorry!' broke his heart into tatters and he felt like he was 13 again, listening to his mother son and him not being able to do anything.

Except this time, he could.

In the quiet moments of vulnerability, you shared your fear with him, trusting him with your deepest secrets. And as Jay held you in his arms, he realized that he had become your safe haven, and his love for you blossomed in that tender embrace.

"Y/N, love, look at me?" Jay tilted your head up to him, grabbing your chin with his finger. Your tear stained eyes looked up at him with nothing but calm trust. You did trust him. And love him too.

As your eyes met, a sense of familiarity washed over you. It was as if your souls had known each other in a different time and place. In that profound connection, you realized that the fates had pulled their strings again love unfurled within you.

"I-I want to-"

"Do it."

That's all Jay needed, for him to crash into you and create a magnificent firework display, maybe only he could see all the sparkles and colours. Jay could taste sweet moonlight and honey on your lips. Blood rushed to his heart, which pumped it ever so fastly, it was about to explode out of his chest.

He craved this, he craved it as a battlefield craved blood or as a nightmare potion craved alkali. Ribbons of love and hope rushed out of his neck, where your arms wrapped, sinking into him, with pure trust and love.

Was this the love the poets spoke of?

Maybe not, Jay thought, but he didn't care anymore. This was the love he now wanted, he never wanted to let go of it.

Perhaps he never would.

Silence fell like darkness, as you pulled away slowly, still keeping your eyes close for a second. You couldn't believe what on earth had just happened. Jay couldn't either.

“That felt like a crime against humanity.” you broke the silence, with your serious statement.

The seriousness didn't last long, when Jay looked into your eyes, you looked into his, and the both of you burst out laughing.

"Was that your first kiss?" Jay teased, his fingers were threading through your hair, relaxing you.

"Yours too?" You retorted.

Amidst the moonlight, no one would have suspected that a healer and a king would be laughing raucously, looking at each other with nothing but love, something they never experienced before.

“I mean, I could do with some more of that.” you said shyly, feeling a blush creep up to your face.

"Why don't we then, darling?"

Next chapter coming soon!

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Yandere Vampire!Shoto x Human!reader

Part 2

Synopsis: You find out the secret that the world hid, will you choose Shoto, or yourself? Would he even choose you? Part 2 to this (tho u can read it as is honestly)

Wc: 2.2k

A/N: hello! Here’s part 2!! Sorry if its kinda rushed! Lmao i swear i got like my first writer’s block or sum. I literally wrote so many versions of this part 2 lololol anw thank u all for the love and support!!

“Y/N! FUCK–GET BACK HERE!! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?!!?? DARLING DON’T DO THIS! I’LL FUCKING LOCK YOU UP”

You didn’t dare look back. Running in the wind, the sun giving rays of hope, you held onto the thought of your escape. You thought about how it all led to this, how quickly things changed. You didn’t even know how it came to this, but you knew it was the right thing to do. You looked back at all the things that happened before this.

“You, filthy servant, come here.” You heard Touya, the oldest sibling, call out to you. Shoto was studying in his office along with his private tutor, and here you were at the other side of the castle, wandering about. You quickly bowed your head as you stood in front of him. “I know what you’re doing– what you and that annoying little brother of mine are doing. You think I wouldn’t notice, hm?” He took your chin to make you lift your face, your eyes boring into his fiery blue ones. “I–I don’t understand master please–” he shut you up by kissing your lips suddenly. You were about to push him when you felt him bite. He bit your lower lip, drawing blood. You stilled as he licked away the blood, savoring your taste. He hummed in satisfaction, not bad, he thought, “Now look sweetheart, we all know what you and Shoto are doing is wrong. They’ll have you punished if they ever found out. My dear little brat of a brother is stupid to think that I wouldn’t find out.” You thought that this would be your end, they’d lock you up and kill you. All because you loved Shoto. “But, it seems I’m quite fond of you, you’re lucky it’s just me dear.” He gave you a quick pat on the head and went on his way. Even though he was nowhere to be seen, panic rose up through your throat, you wanted to scream, how unfair this world is. But instead you paced quickly away from the direction Touya walked to. You were just fidgeting around when you felt something in your pocket. A key. You studied it and it didn’t seem to match any door you know.

Days went on after your encounter with Touya and things were going..bad. You were now always on edge, wary of your surroundings, if he was watching. Shoto noticed this too, and became even more frantic. “Darling please, why do you keep avoiding me? Is it something I did? Please lets talk this out yeah?” And each and every time you would brush it off. This not only worried Shoto but also enraged him. In weeks his concerns would suddenly turn into anger, just like when he was a kid, when you both were just master and servant. “Y/N! What is this behavior?? Talk to me.” As all of this was happening, you were trying to find the door to that key. It all happened when Shoto eventually snapped. You were preparing him for the night when he had enough. He grabbed your shoulders a bit too hard, and started shaking you slightly. “Y/N what has gotten into you!?!? Do you no longer love me?? Were all those promises a lie??? I love you please.. Tell me you love me.” Tears were streaming down his face as he held you tightly. “Master–Shoto you’re hurting me! Calm down I–I’ll tell you.” His grip on you remained as you told him all about your encounter with Touya, though you did leave out the part where he kissed you, who knows how he would react if the mere fact that you weren’t talking to him was enough to drive him crazy. The look on his face scared you. It screamed obsession. “Y/N I don’t want you talking to him ever again okay darling? If I ever see him talking to you– I swear I’ll slit his fucking throat. You’re mine, hm Y/N? All mine”

Days passed since then and things were finally going back to normal, Shoto was back to the loving sweet boy he was, who would shower you in love and affection, while you do the same to him. But that key never left your mind. One day, as you sneaked out of Shoto’s arms to wander around the castle, you heard a loud banging noise on the wall. You investigated it and soon enough you finally found it. Upon pressing on a certain spot on the wall, a secret passageway opened up to you, and at the bottom a door that seemed to welcome you. Key in hand, you opened it. It was just a normal room, a table, one chair, and two bookshelves on the corner. You entered and looked at the books, or book rather, as there was only one book in the entirety of the room. A history book. Lame, you thought but you read it anyway. A single line struck you, as it was at the very beginning of the book.

“No matter what cost, do not let the humans know how powerful they are, lest they bring destruction to our species”

Hours of reading that single book taught you a lot more than what anyone had ever taught you. It showed you spells “humans” did. Discoveries humans made. How humans hunted vampires, and how our arrogance led the vampires to their victory. We’re mages, you thought to yourself. You had to tell the others. You had to make a plan. You had to escape.

It started slowly, informing the servants that you trusted with your life, Izuku, Eijiro, Ochako. You often took them to the secret room, and told them all about the book. They in turn would tell the others that they trusted. You learned a few spells from the book, practicing everyday when the nobles were asleep. You learned how to make explosions, shields made of harsh winds, and for some reason the most highlighted one, how to keep people quiet. More specifically, how to make unbreakable vows. This helped in keeping everything secret. You learned more, and taught others. You were making a plan.

Amidst all this you were still very careful around Touya. You suspected that it was him that placed the key in your pocket, and for whatever reason, you didn’t know. Was this all a set up? Were you all gonna be punished? You didn’t know, but what you did know was that you all gotta move fast. Back to Shoto you were still all loving towards him. A part of you didn’t want to leave him, and a part of you felt guilty for wanting to escape. You wanted to leave with him, but can you really trust him? He was still hostile to others except for you, but maybe because of your love perhaps he warmed his heart? Even just a little. But you were wrong.

It was the day of the escape, everyone chose daylight to escape, to make sure that the beasts stay asleep. “Izuku, all prepared?” you asked in hushed tones as you walked past him in the corridor. “All ready Y/N.” You all knew that some of you might not make it, but it was a risk you all were willing to take. To save everyone from this. But there was one last thing you had to do. You entered Shoto’s room. “Hey darling, come, let's sleep hm?” He patted your side of the bed, wanting to sleep and cuddle. “..Shoto I have to tell you something” You were hoping that you weren’t making a mistake. “What is it love?” His tone was a bit worried as he straightened up to lean on the headboard. “I..I’m going to leave.” Just from a few words his face turned pale, the anger that felt so familiar in his eyes, just as he was to open his mouth, you interrupted him “I want you to come with me..” “..huh..” You told him all about how you wanted to escape, how none of this is right, killing is not right. Though you might’ve left out the part that you all could now do witchcraft. “Darling I don’t think–I’m not sure if this is a good idea.”

“What do you mean?”

“Escaping with those pests? Darling you know better, being with me is better. I love you, protect you, keep you away from harm, that must be enough, yeah?”

“But Shoto there’s so much more we could do! It’s not just about me! There are people out there that got it worse!! We could study, we have rights, our hearts beat just the same as yours! We. Are. Alive.”

“Dear I know, you are the most wonderful thing to happen to me, I would die for you, you know that. But those filthy humans?”

“I’m a human”

Shoto was taken aback from your vicious tone, it was so uncanny, something so different from your sweet voice. “Darling wait–” You were to leave the room, in hopes that perhaps you both can just pretend nothing happened. He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to the bed. “Shoto get off! Please don’t make this hard!!” His hand was now on your neck while you struggled, slowly applying pressure. “Come on darling please don’t be difficult. We love each other don’t we? We can just stay here, let your friends escape, I won’t say a word to anyone, I promise.” “Shoto let me go–” “-NO! YOU ARE STAYING HERE AND THATS FINAL.” Him yelling genuinely scared you, he was now nothing but a crazed lover. His hold on your neck was tightening too much, you couldn’t breathe. “All I do is love you, and this is what I get?? You leaving me?? You fucking promised we’d be together forever.” Shoto was out of control, his fangs were bared and you feared that any time now, he would kill you. Your consciousness were starting to fade when you remembered, you’re a fucking. You lifted your hand from his to point it at the left side of his face. BOOM. You let out an explosion that made him scream in agony. The left side of his face was burning. You quickly dashed out of the room to meet up with the others at the garden at the back of the castle. While running you could hear Shoto crying for you, yelling your name. “Y/N?? What the fuck happened this was not part of the plan.” Ochako asked, in which you were too out of breath to reply. You all quickly ran through a path you all made in the garden, and then activated the spell. You all spent so much time casting a spell around the castle, a barrier of harsh wind that no one would come through. It surrounded the castle and was so high that no one would pass it. “Hell yeah! Come on!” Eijiro yelled and you all ran.

Shoto’s yelling and cries woke the entire family. “Shoto?! What the hell??” Natsuo asked. “CATCH THEM!! THOSE FILTHY FUCKING HUMANS ARE ESCAPING!!” Shoto ignored everyone telling him to get treated first and ran straight out. Touya looked out through a window, and smiled. “Good luck, Y/N.” You all knew the barrier of wind wouldn't last long, so you all were in a hurry. Carriages were prepared for all of you by people outside, people that you were fortunate enough to communicate with through your spells. But just as you all were navigating through the forest, explosions went off. Everyone started screaming, a lot were injured, a few died. You looked back and saw that the barrier was gone, they must’ve caught up. “KEEP RUNNING!!” You yelled to those who could still run, someone, anyone had to make it alive, had to let people know. You were running when you passed a certain someone lifeless on the ground, Eijiro. You felt a pang in your heart as you continued to run.

And that's how it all happened. A lot of the people you were with were now either captured or killed, and in time you knew that you would be caught too. You heard Shoto’s voice getting louder, and in no time you were tackled on the ground. “I finally got you darling.” He was smiling but it wasn’t reaching his eyes. He pinned you down, making sure you couldn’t move. “Let’s go home, hm?”

“No.”

“Haha it’s not really a question sweetheart.”

“Over my dead fucking body.”

“Stop being difficult.”

“Make a fucking decision Shoto.”

He was confused as to what you meant, then he suddenly noticed a very sharp glass pointed at the back of his head, it was you or him. You were ready to die, ready to kill him, and for what? Shoto laughed, you couldn’t be serious right? But the look in your eyes told him this was real. Either he kills you, or you kill him. His heart started racing, panic evident in his eyes. He wanted to throw up, to hug you, to cry, to kiss you. He just wanted everything to go back the way it was. But that was impossible. You both could never go back.As you hear the carriages move in the distance, you felt relief, someone made it, and this was surely the start of something bigger. With relief in your heart, but grief in Shoto’s, you closed your eyes.

a/n: heyyy! If you’re still here thank u for reading hehe <33 had a ride writing this lol

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groupiewhoreee · 9 months

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Hi! if you have time would you write getting caught with izzy smut cause he needed you so bad

hiii!!!!! omg surr! i'd love to do this! also i have been getting so many izzy requests LMAO people are just so downbad for izzy ig

Heat Of The Moment

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, P in V, unprotected sex, just smut.

Summary: In request by a lovely anon <3

Note: I didn't read over this or anything since I was busy at the moment! So its bad.

One of Izzy's hands were entangled in your hair, tugging it ever so slightly and yanking your head backwards. His other hand was rested on your hip, gently caressing your curves that you had to offer. Soft, but yet quiet moans of pleasure escaped the airplane bathroom, grunts, and low pitched groans could be hear too, mixing together with your moans. Your legs shook, and quaked, as you were leant over the small sink that was cramped into the tiny bathroom. He pounded away at you at a rough but fast pace. "Fuck, Izzy-" You moaned out in a high pitch, your voice cracked alongside it. Izzy took his hand / fingers out of your hair, releasing his grip and immediately over to your mouth, covering it. "Shh, be quiet baby. You don't want them to hear, don't you? Unless you want them to hear.." Izzy chuckled lightly into your ear, continuing to go at a rough pace. You simply nodded, moaning into his hand as it was muffled. You didn't know if the other boys were awake, yet. Izzy sweet-talked you, "Your so pretty baby, I just can't resist you.. wearing skirts so short," He hummed with a smirk. Before you got into the bathroom with the male, Axl, Duff, Steven, and Slash were all asleep, snoring away. You assumed they couldn't hear you. .. or maybe they could? You let out a pleasured sigh, your eyes rolled back into your head. Izzy's mouth went to your neck, sucking at the skin, and making purple, but almost pink love bites. He bit into your skin, leaving harsh bite marks. You were close, and Izzy was too. "I'm close, sweetheart." He hummed in your ear, before going back to burying his face into your neck, his long and flowing black hair fell over his face.

Maybe after a minute or two, you climaxed, and cum dripped down your thighs. Izzy still wasn't there yet, so he continued to thrust into you. Little did you know, you didn't lock the bathroom door. Why? You forgot since it was so rushed,, and he needed you. Bad. Izzy grunted, about to cum until Axl, opened the airplane door. You two immediately looked over at him. "-Holy shit," Axl said, now covering his eyes, but he began to laugh. "I see you two we're having fun?" He asked to you, and you frowned. "Get out!" You shouted. "Okay okay, jesus, i'm leaving. Maybe lock the door next time, dumbass." Axl rolled his eyes, and closed it. After a minute, Izzy went back at it and came inside of you, not asking if you wanted him to or not. You two got all dressed and ready, and when you guys walked out, they were all snickering and staring at you. Axl had told all of them what happened. "So I-" Duff didn't get to finish, "-Shut up." Izzy huffed and went to sit with you in the very back. He let you have the window seat and held your hand. "Sorry, I forgot to lock it. I just needed you so bad," He chuckled. "It's okay," you hummed in reply. "I love you, babe." He told you, and kissed your cheek. "I love you too, Izzy," You replied and kissed his nose.

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dilucsfav · 11 months

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OH EM GEE HIIIIII !! FOR THE SUB THINGY COULD I REQUEST XIAO, SCARA, GOROU AND KAZUHA IF YOU CAN???? ABSOLUTELY NO RUSH AT ALL, TAKE YOUR TIME RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

omg HIIII!!!

HELL YES I WAS PRAYING SOMEBODY WOULD REQUEST THIS

this is gonna be so fun to write!! i had a lot of fun with dom genshin men acting like subs, it’s time to do sub men acting like doms😻TEHEHEHSHS THIS EXCITES ME

…. i have never written for some of these characters (gorou, scara, ALBEDO!!!, etc etc) but i’m so excited omg

i’m so sorry i’ve been so absent HELPPPP my energy has been so low and shit but i’m really trying to write more i promise I HAVE SO MANY FUN REQUESTS I WANNA WRITE AHHH

there were so many men i wanted to write for this so i’m sorry it took a while </3 but yes here you all go!!

Dom!genshin men x sub!reader (ft. scaramouche, xiao, kazuha, gorou, albedo, tighnari, childe)

warning(s): nsfw, slight? knife play, blood, marks and bruises, choking, spanking… yeah all the good shit, put ur big boy panties on😩

scaramouche

im sorry but he wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about your pleasure when he’s being dom-

would force you to choke on his dick with no mercy ong, just making you take it all deep and hard and mhmmm

IM SORRY LMAO IM JUST IMAGINING HIS SMALL ASS BEING DOM AND TRYING TO BOSS YOU AROUND AND ITS MAKING ME GIGGLE-

IMAGINE CALLING HIS FUCKING 4 FOOT 3 ASS “DADDY” OR “MASTER”- IM SORRY I 😭😭

sorry these are supposed to be good hcs mb

anywho he’d be a very mean & stubborn dom, and low key kinda abusive-

WOULD slap you if you’re a brat/didn’t do something right that he asked of you. like NOT SPANKING but like SLAPPING

would absolutely get off to seeing you bleed/using a knife on you💀

^^AND CRYING TOO??? yeah he’d probably hit you so hard or fuck you too much until you’re a crying mess cuz he’s into that and we all fuckin know it

“Say it again, (Y/N). You wanna be stuffed with cock so fucking bad, huh? Admit it.”

would call you dirty slut, whore, yada yada all that shit

IM SORRY YALL LMAO I DONT VIBE W SCARA IN THAT WAY BUT HOPEFULLY ITS SOMEWHAT ACCURATE 💔💔💔

Xiao

xiao please fuck me

anyways

so mean but such a soft dom at the same time, you get me?

when hes thrusting n shit, he’d totally go slower and harder rather than quicker and not-as-hard

…. cuz let’s be honest… if he went FAST… literally would be digging your fucking grave cuz his inner demons would definitely conquer the fuck out of your tushy

IM SORRY IMAGINE HIM GOING EXTREMELY FAST AND JUST GOING “EVIL CONQUERING” DURING IT-

i’m sorry please laugh at my jokes

honestly there isn’t really any kinks that i can think of that’d he’d be into?

in general, i think sex with him would be EXTREMELY intimate & sweet. like throughout it he’d pleasure you but he’d be so careful about it and so sweet💔💔 he’d have moments where he’d get carried away but it never goes too far

his teeth latching onto your neck while he’s fucking you HELLO!!!!!! CONQUER ME PLS

“You’ve been so, so good for me. Do you think you can take it all, (Y/N)?”

dude his dick would be to die for- cuz it’s not super big, in fact it’s pretty average size, BUT ITS SUCH GOOD DICK LIKE HE GIVES SUCH GOOD DICK AND WE ALL KNOW IT. LIKE HE KNOWS HOW TO MOVE IT IN ALL THE GOOFY FEEL GOOD AREAS N SWEET SPOTS N EVERYTHING

^^imagining his body all sweaty while he’s towering over you, fucking you, watching your expression and panting, brushing this thumb over your face and praising you but in a way that he’s asserting that he’s in control?

PLEASEEE

dude i’m sorry i’m sorry but i need to write just regular hcs & scenarios w xiao SO I CAN WRITE ABOUT RIDING HIS DICK CUZ GODDD

anyways i’m getting too carried away with xiao, next friend to write about-

Kazuha Kaedehara

soft dom. one hundred fucking percent. no way in HELL anybody can convince me he’d be a mean dom.

ngh ngh ngh THATS THE SOUNDS HE’D MAKE, THATS THE BEST WAY TO DESCRIBE HIS WHIMPER/MOAN WHEN HES GIVING DICK

tbh he’s just so gentle but so teasing to you too- he’d absolutely embarrass you and get you all flustered and have no regrets about it

“Mm… feels good here, (Y/N)? Look me on the eyes and tell me, my flower.”

would hit ALL the sweet spots and we all know it

pls pls he’d intertwine yours and his fingers and squeeze your hands super tight while he’s doing it with you, god god while also asking if you’re comfortable? omfgggg

…… do i think kazuha kaedehara likes seeing you tied up? ………. kinda

IDK CAN YALL SEE IT??? CUZ IDK I FEEL LIKE HE’D JUST ENJOY IT, OR AT LEAST HOLDING YOUR HANDS ABOVE UR HEAD?? PLS with that little innocent look of his /////////…

he’d do this awfully attractive chuckle during it I CAN JUST FUCKING PICTURE IT

oh holy shit he’d absolutely lift your legs onto his shoulders so he can kiss your thighs and just hold your legs cuz cuz coz UHHSHSHSHSH

legs legs what’s on the menu? legs legs what’s on the menu? legs legs what’s on the menu? *clap clap clap clap* LEGS!!!!

(please tell me i don’t sound like a dumbass and that somebody gets that song reference)

honestly kazu is totally a pro with his fingers… i don’t make the rules, i just write them

that made no fucking sense anyways

Gorou

IVE ACTUALKY NEVER WRITTEN FOR GOROU IVE BEEN WANTING TO FOR SO LONG HES SO MS HINA BBG

i’m sorry i’m cackling at the idea of gorou being dom but

ok but if he’s the dom one, it’s probably if he’s… in heat

^^YOU KNEW IT HAD TO BE SAID CMON CUS WHEN ELSE IS THIS MF PUPPY ENERGY MAN GONNA BE DOM? exactly.

so with that being said, we all know what “puppy energy” is like… puppies are very fast therefore Gorou go vroom vroom in that hole-

am i making too many dog jokes?? this is going to make me sound disgusting im going insane

so anyways … yeah so he’d go super fast and he wouldn’t really talk too much dirty he would just be VERYYY vocal and would pant and whine and grunt and all that shit

imagine him whispering “yes yes yes…” as he’s yknow GOD SAVE ME FROM MY HORRENDOUS SINS

he would hold your face as he’s going absolutely feral stop and then give you sloppy little kisses all around cuz he loves you 💔💔

i don’t think he’d bite & leave hickeys to “mark his territory” or whatever… that’d be a different character in heat 🌝 (that character comes later in these headcanons hehe get it because this text is green get it and anyways nvm)

so anywho he’d definitely leave smooches all over you and would just make you feel so loved and would give you ALLL the fucking attention

instead of being the type of dude to say that shit like “good girl/boy” “good job” “you’re doing well”… i can’t really see that idk maybe that’s just me??

^^ i think he’d probably say more things like “you’re so beautiful when you do that” “i’m so grateful to have somebody like you” yknow???

“(Y/N), don’t stop that, please… you should just look at how amazing you look right now.”

he’s so cute though definitely a soft dom that would make you feel all good n happy n loved and hhhhhhhhhhhh

Albedo

FINALLY I CAN WRITE FOR ALFREDO SAUCE HOLY FUCKING SHIT

please IVE WANTED TO WRITE FOR HIM SO LONG PLEASE YALL DONT EVEN KNOW HES LITERALLY MY FAV GENSHIN CHARACTER YALL PLS

anyways

jesus omfg he’s such a hot dom GUYS GUYS IVE BEEN WAITING TO RANT TO SOMEBODY (besides my magnificent partner they are so amazing for listening to my bullshit) ABOUT HOW DOM ALBEDO WOULD BE IN BED

for starters he’d tie you up. not just wrists but fucking ankles too

also while he’s fucking you he’d give you this look of like?? as if he’s studying you?? yk like examining you for a test or some shit yess me next master ngh🌝

would also have this look of just DISINTEREST while he’s going ham with you, like almost like he’s bored??😭😭 just so unphased

^^ just imagine him staring at you blankly PLEASE THAT IS SO INCREDIBLY FUNNY TO ME CUZ ITS SO TRUE IDK (and it’s hot)

absolutely he’d tame your attitude so fucking fast. such a big tease omg help

honestly he’s totally a giver- like he’s kinda not human so bro prolly dgaf about some of that shit anyways but imagining this scrumptious man slightly creasing his brows before releasing? eye and ear candy

(guys i promise i don’t just like him cuz of his massive fucking cock i actually just like him cuz his lore i swear-)

“Oh… did that feel nice, (Y/N), hm? Right there, was it?”

let me be your test subject pls

would rub your head?? afterwards?? THATS SO FUCKING RANDOM BUT IT WOULD BE SO AWKWARD TOO LIKE ITS HIS FORM OF PRAISE OR SOME SHIT

his aftercare is literally “ok put ur pants back on, let’s get back to work”

why am i attracted to emotionally dismissive gentlemen?

Tighnari

ah yes, i missed writing for tighnari

shit he’s so he’s so

unlike gorou (when he’s in heat), tighnari doesn’t necessarily have to be in heat to be dom…

god he’s such a fucking tease, he’d EMBARRASS THE FUCK out of you and would just laugh

another man that just takes it slow but OH HO HOOO IS HE FUCKING GOOD AT IT

teaser whilst also he’s twirling your hair with a finger, rubbing your lip with his thumb, smirking at you, voice low, hand rubbing sweet but suggestive circles all over you YESS PLS SIR

“Tsk… so needy, aren’t you, (Y/N)? You can’t wait very long at all for it, can you? Go ahead and ask me for it then, little slut.”

he has such attitude 💔💔💔

sex with him is the definition of “breeding you” cuz it’s just that… intense… just hot n sweaty and mhmm we all know fs

would bite your back, stomach, chest, legs… would leave bruises n hickeys ALL over you omfg with no shame at all

he wouldn’t give you anything unless you asked or begged for it NICELY ofc

^^would rub your head with a small “good girl/boy” praise too YUMMYYYY

even though he’s a big tease, he’d also make sure you’re okay with everywhere he’s touching you and would make sure to give you a nice lil aftercare session right after <333

Childe

jesus yall i had a childe phase-

i mean he’s cool n shit but like idk i don’t vibe with him much anymore🙁 HES SO FUCKING FUN TO WRITE FOR THOUGH!!!!

he’d spank you, tie you up, shove your face into the sheets and make you take it, would laugh at you if you cried… yeah he’s fucking mean in bed

^^ he’d know what’s too far n shit but yeah

^^^ ALSO IS IT JUST ME WHOS ALWAYS GOTTEN HUGE VIBES THAT CHILDE IS DEFINITELY INTO SPANKING YOU?? like there’s definitely other characters BUT ESPECIALLY HIM LIKE???!?!?!?!?

sex with him is so hot help, probably hurts so fucking bad because his dick is probably massive but it’d feel so good and would be so worth it

i’m going to rot in hell for being such a whore

this is so foul to say but he’d make you wear a skirt while he… yeahhh from the back 🤰

I MEAN AM I WRONG??

^^ mf probably wants to see you in a maid dress & cat ears n shit too he seems like he’d be so down fucking bad

he’d totally grab your face and make you look at him while he’s doing his shit

“Feels nice, yeah? You want me to keep going?”

no matter how dom he may act, he will never not whimper

^^^I CANT SEE HIM GROANING LMFAOSO HES TOTALLY A WHIMPERER

…. and he’d get off to seeing you cry. or rather wants to see you cry

^^ CUZ HE’D BE ALL “aww does it hurt that bad? I’m sorry…” AND ACT ALL CHILDISH

nasty man smh

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behoright · 6 months

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I am going feral for jealous possessive andrei

Cant wait to read it

the bane of my existence, the object of all my desires - a. svechnikov

i'm sorry this wasnt even planned but it has to be done like.....

warnings: yall know I write disgusting smut like... gross, dirty, nasty - includes but not limited to unprotected and semi public activities, dirty talk, mentions of sweat n blooood. just nasty shit. also its bad writing get over it! word count: 3.5k

LMAO so

nothing like a day off to watch your boyfriend work

he would never say it explicitly

but andrei loved it when you spent all day around him

you both knew how crucial it was to have your own lives

and your own friends and jobs and hobbies

but he couldn't lie

when you spent all day around him, he would go crazy

there was something about you

something about the way you moved

when you thought no one was watching or nobody cared

the way the air in the room would change whenever you walked in

and he had noticed it before

how everyone around would

adjust themselves, cough awkwardly or give him glances

part of his burning for you was just that

knowing how much you were valued

not because how you looked necessarily

even tho he found you stunning

it was because of your essence

enthralling everyone around you

and it wasn't beyond him that that factor called for

a lot of attention

which he had been giving to you since day one

since the day he saw you and he knew no one else could have you

the cling to you the need to have you didnt come from any lack of security

it came from simple desire

indisputable and ever present, to the point where

everyone had to pretend not to see it

the intensity repelling any and all grossed out friends and teammates

he had tried, truly, at the beginning, but there was no way to dissimulate

if he had melted in presence of past women, he lit up in yours

and so far, there were no signs of slowing down

ever since he could remember, andrei never had any breaks

no way of slowing down, of letting it breathe

it was one of his biggest peaks but also downfalls

skate faster

shoot sharper

push harder

until his legs gave out and even then

crawl and claw if he needed to get everything

every single thing he wanted

and he wasn't afraid to admit it

never arrogant, but always honest

the house, make it bigger

the car, flashier

his mother’s wrist, shinier and heavier

more wins, more

more of

you. as well

in quality always before than in quantity

get the best, and give yourself fully to it

invest everything you have in it and simultaneously squeeze every drop of pleasure from it

he wasn't ashamed

or apologetic about it

it was one of the things you loved most about him

and it did wonders for your relationship

so today, despite it being a relatively easy day

no traveling, no game, just practice

(which took all day for andrei, obviously)

you decided to spend it being clingy

your boyfriend's favorite word

he loved to see you watch him

it helped him focus more stay more present as he felt you closer to him

and sneak around to see you

come to the glass

give you a puck

take an extra long lunch (and nap)

it was the day of his dreams honestly

you grabbed your things as he was the last man to leave the ice

seats around you empty by now

made your way towards him

right after he was done, just how he liked it

always right after a game, a practice, a trip

there was nothing better than to see your face immediately as he was done

he didnt want a second to breathe or clear his head

all of that was done with you

the sound of your shoes echoing in the halls of the arena

matching rhythmically your heart pounding within you

every step matching every contraction, every rush of blood sent through you

you knew the walls and corners of this place like the back of your hand

the sound of muffled music waltzing around from afar

as others began their afternoon workout, you knew andrei had just finished his skating

at times it seemed like

there was no way to calm yourself down around him

but it had never been nerves you thought

always

joy

desire

wanting and needing for each other

sweat clung to him as you approached him in the empty locker room

it had been such a domestic experience by now that you knew when to be there and when to know it was only him

like clockwork

and he loved it

every time he thought about it, a smirk would adorn his face

you stood at the entrance of the room, placing your shoulder tenderly against the doorframe

a smile forming on your lips as you saw his body shift

pretending that he didn't hear you, that he didn't know you were there

but it was so simple to see the sculpture of his shoulder twitch

stretch in the most minuscule way, letting you know he could feel you

it was like

a magnet

no matter how far you were, if you were in the same vicinity, the polarity zapped you both

pulled you in always

the closer, the more intense the energy became

you stood still, the two of you immobile in the silence

it seemed like forever

the aching growing stronger

both unrelenting in your posture

but he knew

he always knew you'd give in first

you noticed, in your attentiveness, the slight tremor that rolled through his back body

slight, but noticeable

you had become an expert by now at concealing your worry, letting andrei take care of himself

but it was still there deep down

had he pushed himself too far today?

was it finally the day he didn't listen to his limits?

unconsciously, you stepped forward

and taken aback by your own actions, the smallest gasp leaving your lips

he turned his head just enough for you to see his profile, a thick eyebrow arched in

rude awakening almost

the tightening of your chest prevented any words from tumbling out, the feeling only deepening as he turned to face you fully

immediately meeting a newly formed gash on his chin

your eyes darted as you tried to remember when you could have missed this

you were there almost the whole time he was on the ice

“you see? this is why i need you always here.”

as he broke the silence, a small drop of blood began to pool at the surface of the cut

“what happened? i didn’t even…”

you failed to finish your sentence, shock, and anticipation mixing underneath your rib cage as he began to step towards you

walking slowly, molasses dripping in every movement

“imagine how bad they treat me when you are not here, Ки́са”

he muttered, his voice low, as he threw a scarlet-tinted towel on the floor

“if it was up to you, i wouldn’t leave you ever.”

you smirked, raising your chin in defiance when his walking came to a stop

you could always see the enjoyment on his face whenever he played these games

his feet planted firmly a few inches away from you

more than a couple of steps, but close enough to feel his heat

the musk that emanated out of him after getting off the ice

the mix of the cold environment and the rough maneuvers created a scent you could never find anywhere else

“what can i say? i am happiest when you are around.”

the corner of his lips pulling, smugly tugging up

there was something about the sincerity and vulnerability of his statement

combined with the way he delivered it

with that shit eating grin

the fuckboy esque aura of his appearance

oh, andrei

your boyfriend and his erotic, slow burning, sexual standoffs

“you know I can’t do that”

you replied tenderly, snickering at your own thoughts

he looked down, placing his hands on his hips

a drop of sweat hitting the ground as he inhaled deeply

audibly

a slight rasp finishing his exhale, his lungs still reflecting the hazardous workout

it took all the strength within you not to move

you had learned to view andrei as

an animal

a feline

you could open the door, but they would come in whenever they wanted

always taking his time

knowing that he could feel the neediness seeping out of you

it was consistently on his terms

you clenched your fists and let them go, leaving imprints on your palms

waiting desperately for him to

do something

anything

look at you

move towards you

the less you got lost in yourself, however,

the more you could him crumbling inside

his fingertips white, pressing deeply into his skin

his chest beginning to heave

“yeah, you like to come back to me, eh?”

your face dropped, the tone of his voice melting you

seeing your defenses come down

your breath deepen

had him on the edge of it all

yet, he was wise enough to have a sliver of self-control

but never for long

you couldn’t

just

say anything

he had officially turned it from simmer to high

not causing an immediate eruption but

the heat pooling all that desire together

and you knew it would rip out of you both forcefully once it was consistently kept on high

“what happened, baby?”

his accent was thick as he faked concern, almost mocking you

all you could do was open your mouth, but

nothing. not one word

he walked over to you, degradingly normally in his stroll

no different than as if he were approaching a cash register or clerk

as if he hadn't spent who knows how long toying with you

loosening your joints with every single dedicated action since you walked in

he stopped dangerously right in front of you

close enough that

another bead of sweat fell again

this time, hitting your own nose

he loved to see you like this, practically panting in front of him but paralyzed

he knew he couldn't show it yet

not yet

it was purposeful but not planned, at least he didn’t think so

every single moment he played it by ear

responding to your state second by second

“how do you guys say here?”

he muttered, voice ever lower now,

“cat has your tongue?”

the taunting tensed your face

your eyes piercing his, intensely, as your jaw clenched

not yet

one second

a couple more beats

he thought

before breaking and grabbing the back of your neck harshly enough to

make you lose your balance

but it didn't matter

his hands strong enough to

have you

hold you

and his plump

bitten and red lips

meeting yours

raucous

both of you inhaling

not deeply, but suddenly

overhauled by the adrenaline, the endorphins

his teeth catching your lip at the end of the kiss

just slightly

biting off some of that surface skin

his expression, completely different when you guys pulled away

eyebrows furrowed, face scrunched up in what could have been mistaken for frustration

eyes stuck on your lips

as he dived in again

so powerfully that it stung at first. it hurt from smashing his face against yours

tongues not fighting

but ramming against each other

every single millisecond

his insides moist and slippery from the hours of skating

and spitting on the ice

sticky more than anything

sticking to

your tongue

your teeth

your lips

so aggressively as he explored your mouth

he pulled back just as hard

whiplash in your neck

the gasps the only thing filling the room

“you did not answer.”

he says, matter of factly

much to your confusion

“answer what, andrei?”

you ask, his hand firmly planted and keeping you from approaching him again

“cat has your tongue?”

he says, as serious as ever

“andrei, it’s a sayi-”

“let me see it.”

he interrupts

“wh-”

“open your mouth, y/n.”

your breath hitches for the millionth time as you realize what he meant this whole time

your body betrays you, your mouth slowly opening against your will

you can see

trembling in his breath

as you do what he ordered

his gaze unable to pick a place to

focus on

running all over your face

your big

doe eyes

only he got to see this submission in your look

your tongue glistening before him

he moves his other hand to the front of your throat

placing it gently but securely in the crevice where your chin meets your neck

he was

wet

everywhere

covered in sweat

before you could try to

check any other place

to see it glint and glimmer

in one swift motion

bends down and licks your tongue

his meeting yours

flat

right against yours

so deeply that you can feel his tastebuds

his ridges

through the thick saliva

as he does it over and over again

so feverishly, so fast

in the mess of it all

in the middle of your storm

you taste it all

his spit, his sweat

eventually

droplets of blood that snuck inside your mouth in his ferocity

the mix metallic and

piercing through every layer of your mouth

every layer of you

the rush of it

the tension that you both held in as he kept space between your bodies except for

such a sacred place. Your mouths

more and deeper

haphazardly

making a mess out of you

moans evacuating your system

unwittingly, just the way he likes it

as he switches from licking to

fiercely kissing

not your lips, but your tongue

open-mouthed and sloppy

a trail of your mixed spit uniting you every single time he pulls away

beginning to groan

his grip shaking from holding back

swallowing every single one of your moans

relentlessly

his back straightening up as he pulls away from you breathless

watching you pant and

inevitably he can't help but

untidyingly spit into your mouth

the thick glob of you

mixed with every part of him. His blood, his sweat

landing on the plains of your tongue

clear dribble threaded in with pleasure and cerise

finally coming to a stop

“боже мой”

oh my god

he whispers, his lips glistening

you stand there, frozen together

flushed

heaving in synchronicity

before he spins you around

so quickly that the world around you doubles for a second

before you realize your feet

your body, in midair

his strong forearms holding tightly to your midriff

before he places you in front of his locker

you can feel

cold perspiration hitting the top of your head from his chin

as he slithers his hands down your arms

creating a road of damp goosebumps on your skin

interlacing his thick, calloused fingers with yours

the pruned skin of his palms coming in contact with the top of your hands tenderly

guiding you to grip the slats above his locker

the cold, metal bars becoming slippery with the dampness that had accumulated in your grasp

andrei lets go one hand for just a second

sloppily raising your skirt to reveal your ass

holding back from ripping your underwear off with one simple gesture

instead moving it to the side

placing it securely over the curve of you body

letting him access all of your vulnerable parts

you can hear the fabric ripping off of his hips just after

as the tip of his cock

already slicked with precum

hits you, releasing from the tight grip of his boxers

he places himself right at your entrance

his member sizzling against you

andrei’s fingers begin to explore

up and down your cunt

“andrei.”

you moan, sharply

“you know I take care of you, принцесса”

he answers, his cheek pressed against the side of your head

you could feel your hair sticking to his damp skin

“i’m already wet, just, please.”

you start to plead, looking down in defeat

“i can feel, baby. just let me feel more.”

you could hear the entertainment in his voice as he kept his touch feather light

up and down

circling your clit, spreading your juice on every inch of your vulva

even moving the tip of his cock, which kept pressing steadily at your entrance, to dip his touch inside

not fully, just slightly

“let me have what I gave you.”

he mutters, unable to keep his cock from twitching as the words leave his mouth

you knew him, and how he asked for things in his fashion

immediately, opening your mouth as his hand moved back to your front, swirling his fingers around the inside

“such good girl.”

he drawls out, scooping some spit from the back of your throat

a slight gag sending shivers down your spine

and placing it inside you, finally giving you an ounce on relief with his two fingers

“you see? now you already have me inside you. before I can even fuck the shit out of you right here.”

he teases, his accent shining more than ever in his cursing

the way he slightly mispronounced every word made your body loose even more

“you know if I am home, I spit in every single one of your hole.”

he whispers, bending down so you can take in every word from the shell of your ear

“andrei, please.”

this one is louder, your system alarmingly imploring for more

your tone sending a jolt throughout his nervous system

allowing his guard down enough to groan suddenly and steadily

“you ask so nicely, Малы́шка”

your moan of exasperation relaxes as he finally drives his hips forward, his cock parting you easily and coating himself with muddle that you had become

you both tighten the grip that holds you almost perpendicularly

the bar underneath you letting you a creak just as you both exhale in pleasure

andrei wastes no time in beginning his thrusts

his humid hips slamming audibly against your ass as he moves his hand to your lower belly

pushing you back towards you even more

the grunting was unabating, jerking out of him every time he bottomed out

at this point

you weren't even sure if you needed to be concerned about getting caught

for a moment, you had gotten so wrapped up in him that you forgot

the locker room

technically public

and on top of that, his workplace

it was hard to keep that fear in mind when the clench of his hands began to tighten

right as he began to ram himself full force into you

his hard cock sending signals of delirious elation all throughout you

your sighs and moans harmonizing with his

he loved how expressive you were

it wasn't faked or exaggerated

he knew that everything that came out from between your lips was his doing that you just couldn't hold back

“andrei, babe.”

you moaned, failing to access any other part of your vocabulary

“i know, baby, I know”

he grunted out

the pit in your bellies, concurrently deepening

he couldn't stop, releasing all his tension with every shove inside you

“i know, let it out for me, yeah?”

he added

you knew you couldn’t last much longer

your thighs jiggling and trembling as you both surged and waved back and forth in unison, meeting the other’s flows

“oh, my-”

your orgasm jumped through you, your eyes squeezing shut as you clamped around andrei

feeling your ecstasy pool at the base of his cock and slowly began to dribble down his pelvis

getting caught in his pubic hair while you shook his his arms

your fingers gripping impossibly tight underneath his

it all made andrei sped up even faster

eliciting the sweetest sounds he had ever heard to rip out of your throat

your vision clouded by sweat and stars

the way your pussy clutched his member rolled andrei in his own exaltation

his muscles binding as he stiffened behind you, releasing all of himself inside your cunt with a groan that echoed throughout the locker room

your breathing stayed synced as you both came down together

worried that if you moved or let each other go that you would both tumble out on the ground

“you feel good, baby?”

he asked breathlessly, placing a sweet kiss on your temple

another drop of blood from the long forgotten gash accidentally splashing on your face

you nodded, turning around to find his rich brown eyes staring right into you

his thumb rapidly cleaning up your cheek

apologetic in his look and yet

still behind a roaring fire that never seemed to die within his gaze

“are you okay?”

you asked, a giggle interrupting your sentence as you eyed his chin, now swelling more than ever

“I told you, I’m okay when you here always.”

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