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chrissturnioloshoe · 3 months

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You win - C.S

Smut - Y/n and Chris like to tease each other but who will give in first?

Chris and I lay on his bed scrolling mindlessly on our phones, my chest pressed against his bare chest and my ass backing its way into Chris’s crotch. His hand rests on my waist drawing gentle circles across my stomach, making me feel content.

All of a sudden I feel Chris’s hand slowly move from my waist to my bare thighs. I was only wearing one of Chris’s shirts and my black lace thong, Chris being shirtless and wearing his flannel pajama pants. I could feel Chris smirk behind me as his fingers draw soft circles on my lace thong. I push my ass even further into his crotch, grinding my hips slightly.

I could feel Chris beginning to get hard as my ass grinds against his crotch. He still continues drawing circles on my underwear, his fingers creeping closer and closer to my clothed clit. We both continue to lay in silence on our phones, pretending to be oblivious to each other’s teasing.

I part my legs slightly as Chris’s fingers begin to rub my clothed clit. I purposefully let out a small moan as I grind my ass on Chris, I could feel his hard dick pushing against my ass which just turned me on even more.

Chris and I loved playing these type of games with each other, and quite frankly I never won. I always gave in way too fast but this time I was determined not to loose.

I let out a quiet whimper as Chris continues his circular movements on my clit. The same tik tok had been playing on repeat for about a minute as I totally loose interest in it, my attention now focused on Chris and his actions. He dips his hands into my underwear, his fingers running through my now very wet folds. I begin to moan slightly and grind into Chris even harder, earning a small whimper from him.

I lay my phone down flat on the bed as my hand presses into the mattress, trying my hardest to suppress my moans as Chris’s fingers work their way to my throbbing clit. I then feel Chris’s soft lips press against the back of my neck, leaving light pecks across my skin. This just turned me on even more.

I was biting my lip trying my best not to moan out for more but I was determined not to give in. I didn’t want Chris to win. Not this time. So I decided to grind my ass into his prominent hard dick, whining his name. I knew this made him feel some kind of way by the noise he made in my ear. I smirked as I carried on, Chris’s fingers picking up the pace on my clit.

Chris began to suck on my neck, whining in my ear as his boner began to become painful. He took his fingers away from my clit and inserted his middle and ring finger into my pussy, driving me crazy. He curled his fingers upwards, hitting all the right spots making me softly moan his name. He fingered me for a few moments before taking his fingers way from me, making me feel empty and unsatisfied.

I whined as his hands ran up my stomach under my shirt, his hands caressing my bare chest as he leaned into my neck sucking and pecking my neck as he grinded his hardness into my ass. His kisses trailer from my neck all the way to my jawline and cheeks, making me even more wet. Just his simple touch made me want to cum right there and then to be honest.

I pushed my hand into the mattress as I moaned his name, getting tired of his teasing I just wanted him inside me or at least his head between my thighs. Chris smirked against my skin as he saw me begin to get frustrated. I let out a painful sigh as I rubbed my thighs together, trying to create any kind of friction between my legs.

“Fuck it, you win!” I say as sit up and turn to face Chris to meet his smug face. He lets out a laugh as he stares at my flustered face.

“I knew I would fucking win” Chris says smugly as I roll my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah whatever can you just fuck me already?” I plead. Chris smirks as he opens his arms gesturing for me to climb on to him. I straddle him as I lean down to connect my lips with his.

The kiss starts out soft and gentle, our hands roaming each other’s bodies, before it turns rough and sloppy. Chris’s hands squeeze my ass, as mine slightly grips his throat. Our bodies press together as we both ache for each other’s touch.

The kiss then began to get heavy and needy as we both get desperate to hear each other moan and pant in pure ecstasy. I lift up to take my t shirt off, revealing my bare chest. Chris’s hands immediately go to my naked chest, grabbing and squeezing my tits. I grind my hips as Chris plays with my nipple, a soft moan leaving my lips.

“I love your tits, they get me so hard” Chris says as he continues to play with my nipple. I lean down and leave kisses up Chris’s neck to his jawline as his mouth connects with my nipple. His tongue swirls around as I let out soft moans in between kissing his neck.

“Fuck Chris” I moan as I grind my hips down into him, desperate to feel him inside of me. He hums against my chest as I count I he to grind down on to his crotch. “I need you to fuck me” I whine.

Chris pulls down his pants and boxers, letting his hard dick spring out. I lift up and look him in the eye flashing him a quick smirk before lining my entrance up with his tip. I lean down once more to leave a soft but desperate kiss on his lips.

I slowly sink down on to him earning a gasp from both us as I quickly adjust myself before beginning to bounce up and down on his dick.

“Fuck Y/n you look so good bouncing on my dick” Chris moans as he grips on to my hips, helping me with my movements.

I plane my hands on Chris’s chest as I bounce up and down, my tits bouncing with me, mesmerising Chris. I moan his name as my eyes snap shut, our pants and moans fill the room.

“Fuck yes” I moan as my head falls back. “Feels so good” I pant.

I begin to grind on Chris’s dick, this new movement hits all the right spots making my eyes roll back and loud moans escape my mouth. I lean down and begin to kiss Chris’s, the kiss immediately becomes sloppy and needy. His hands grab my ass and give it a gentle smack as he thrusts up into me. We moth moan into each other’s mouths, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths.

“You like that?” Chris whispers in my ear as smacks my ass, his dick repeatedly hitting my g spot.

“Fuck yes” I pant as I begin to leave wet kisses on Chris’s neck. All of a sudden I feel Chris’s hand trail down to my clit and begin to draw circles, adding to my pleasure.

“Tell me how much you like it baby” Chris says as he watches the pleasure take over my body.

“Fuck Chris I love it, I love when you touch me” I moan. “Ugh fuck Chris don’t stop” I moan as I continue to kiss his neck, occasionally biting it.

“Fuck” Chris moans as I clench around his dick. His moans always make me feel some type of way that I just can’t explain; it’s so fucking good.

“Ugh yes right there” I moan as I feel that same familiar knot in my stomach begin to form. “Fuck Chris I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me baby” Chris pants, thrusting up deeper inside of me, his fingers going faster on my clit.

My mind goes blank as a wave of pleasure takes over me, moans and pants leaving my mouth. I close my eyes and my legs shake as I feel myself release around Chris’s dick.

He continues to thrust into me, beginning to reach his own high as I come down from mine. I feel his dick twitch inside of me, indicating he’s about to cum.

“Fuck I’m cummimg” Chris moans in my ear as he thrusts into me at an ungodly pace, making me moan myself. I watch his face as he cums inside of me, his eyes scrunched shut and his mouth hanging wide open.

We both pant as we come down from our highs. I leave soft kisses all over Chris’s face making him giggle.

“You always know how to make me feel so good” I say as I play with Chris’s hair. Chris pulls out of me and I lay next to him wrapping my arms around him and looking him in the eye.

“I love you” Chris says before leaving a soft kiss on my forehead.

“Love you too” I say back before getting up to go clean up.

I never know how to end this shit omg but yeah this is my first smut that I’ve wrote in a while 😭😭

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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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imagine babysitting with boyfriend!dabi

you were supposed to spend the day together but shit got in the way and now you were stuck at your relatives’ place and had to look after their kids for the afternoon. dabi was ready to disappear the second you mentioned it but you practically dragged him there by his collar and now he’s sitting on the couch pouting.

he would never admit it but he was worried that the kids might get scared by his appearance. well turns out they absolutely adore him.

it’s definitely annoying him at first that they won’t leave him alone for even a second and keep demanding that he plays with them. you glare at him after a while and he reluctantly gives in.

it starts with them playing with little race car models and they soon switch to drawing messily in one of their coloring books. dabi turns out to be quite the talented artist which you haven’t known until then.

however he draws the line when the kids want to play dress up. he vehemently refuses… for five minutes at least. when you return from the kitchen with snacks for everyone you have to try your absolute hardest not to burst out laughing when you see the sparkly tiara on his head. (you manage to take a picture without him noticing)

he doesn’t admit it but he’s actually having fun and watching you interact with the kids is putting thoughts into his head that he’s never had before. maybe starting a family of your own isn’t as bad of an idea as he used to think.

now all he can think about for the rest of the day is you underneath him with your legs pressed to your chest and the sound of your heavenly moans when he draws orgasm after orgasm from you until he finally cums inside of you. he rly hopes you won’t mind not using a condom this time...

- 🥛

YOU DID NOT JUST DO THIS TO ME—

the way i actually can picture him letting the kids grab onto his arms and then lift them up to spin the two of them around, once he’s done dabi would be dizzy as hell but then there are the kids who starts screaming “again!” “again!” which has him huff tiredly but still comply to what they want because they were having fun and that surprisingly made our arsonist hold back a smile, all this under your amused but still tender grin.

i can also see dabi play with them the ‘see you, can’t see you’ game, after you teach him, and he adores the laughs and giggles those little dwarfs let out when he exclaims “ah! here you are!”, in the most (semi) monotone voice someone could’ve ever hear, but the kids still loved it so much and that just leave him with a tingling sensation inside his chest from how moved he was, but still managed to keep it low or you wouldn’t let him live it down just like with the tiara moment.

once the kids were gone, you two finally alone, dabi is sitting on the couch with dazed eyes looking in front of him and lips slightly parted; when you sit next to him you’re about to ask him what was that face for, after snorting amused, when in a millisecond the villain has you laying beneath him as he hovers over your figure. you look surprised at him, being meet by a stare of pure desire and love that made your heart skip a beat from the intensity “w-what?”, you blurt out confused while glancing back at your boyfriend unsure on what’s gotten into him, then your eyes fell down and widened at the sight of the bulge inside his pants that was now pressing against your lower abdomen “you–?! wha–?!”

“i...”, dabi interrupted you “want to have kids with you princess.”, he confessed in a low husky gentle tone looking away from you with the back of his hand raising in front of his face and you blinked fervently, no because... was this cruel villain blushing right now?!

god he is so damn gorgeous like that, you can’t wrap your head around the fact that you have the most precious boyfriend out there, he’s truly such a gem honestly.

smiling tenderly at his confession you cup his cheeks, making him flinch slightly because of the sudden move, and pull him towards you meeting him halfway to kiss the raven-haired boy on his lips deeply, with an astonishing amount of love that left dabi speechless but yearning for more which is why a second later he was already ravishing yours back with as much passion as you.

when the two of you parted, panting, your hazy eyes locked and you swallowed down before slowly sliding your legs up his sides then closing them around dabi’s waist in a tight grip that pressed his boner against your clothed heat, a groan and moan leaving both your mouths at the friction. licking your lips under his burning gaze you start talking “what are you waiting for then?”, dabi looks with eyes that you can see ask for permission and “fill me up dabi.”, with that accompanied by a roll of your hips against his, he completely lost it.

after this, skins slapping together, pants, groans and moans are the only things that can be heard inside your living room as your man is cumming for the sixth time inside of you, balls deep into your pussy with the tip of his dick pressing hard against the swollen entrance of your womb as he’s spilling his load in complete ecstacy once again while you squirt all over his shaft and onto his pelvis with a pitiful cry, too overstimulated to even form a single syllable.

dabi has his eyes still rolled back into his skill in pure bliss when he hear you slurr about how much seed there’s inside your cunt, his cerulean irises going back to their place immediately before he raises from his hovering position on you with flushed cheeks as he smirks, totally high on you “of course there’s lots...”, and grabbing onto your waist he starts to rut his hips slowly, fucking all his seed into you with eyes clouded by desire “i gotta make sure my princess is filled up to the brim with our babies, right?”, he ends his sentence with a sharp thrust that made you let out a sob while holding onto his forearms for dear life, moaning continuously as dabi kept pounding into you “you can take more of it, i know it baby, i believe in my pretty girl nhgh–”, dabi kept blurting while throwing his head back with a throaty dragged groan at feeling your walls clench around him, hips picking up pace in no time.

letting out a breathy moan he looks down at you with sweat rolling down his temples long his pretty panting face, then he grabs your forearm to rub kind circles on it “i’m gonna make sure it’ll stick this time, so– ugh— bear with me for a little more ‘kay baby?”, you nod absentmindedly, too fucked out to register well what he’s saying to you, making him let out an amused snort at seeing your expression completely melted from the continuous pleasure and overstimulation “good girl, lemme reward you thenhgh—”, and with that another load of his seed was flowing inside of you and deep into your womb.

the pure bliss dabi feels everytime he cums deep in you, the imagery of his white ropes sticking inside your uterus, makes him rock hard all over again. mind completely lost into the ferverish sensation he’s been feeling for hours now thanks to his precious girl.

#kelin responds #answered #🥛#bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #dabi x reader smut #touya todoroki x reader smut #MILK— JESUS ON CHRIST MILK— YOU KNOW I'M WEAK FOR BREEDING KINK WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?????#dabi hit by a baby fever after realising that he wouldn't mind becoming a parent if you're the mother of his kids it's just so—#this is genuinely EVERYTHING like– he can't imagine anyone else being the mother of his childs ONLY YOU i'm so...#i need dabi to knock me up so bad guys... in these days this is my only mood fr #ALSO— do not misunderstand my post from yesterday guys i LOVE i ADORE kids seriously. they make my day better with just a smile actually 🤧#my cousins are the ones i'm mad at everytime. cause they don't know how to parenting AT ALL #they look more after their phones than their kids 💀

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local-x-reader · 8 months

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AHHHH THAT WAS SO GREAT 🤍🤍🤍

maybe a part two to the childe fic with the promt “Didn’t expect to see you again.” 👀

maybe comfort this time???

muahh <3333

Childes voice cut through your thoughts, making you freeze for a moment, losing your thoughts as your eyes widened with surprise. Soft breeze pulled at your hair as your eyes widened, looking up, meeting his ocean blue eyes.

It had been a few months since the breakup and it was like he had come at your mere thought, reminiscing quietly at the quiet harbor only to see him, moonlight covering his figure, his god awful posture, that sad smile that rested on his face, wistful but soft.

“…Childe…” You didn’t even realize his name had escaped your lips until the look in his eyes got sadder, a little more distraught but keeping up the facade, the smile still on his lips as he sat down on the bench next to you, eyes gazing up, towards the stars that sprinkled the night, while your eyes trailed down, looking at the waves as they lapped at the wood below.

“Hi…”

His voice was so… hesitant, so frightened, you could tell he was so scared of messing up again, feeling his gaze tearing into your back, hunched over so you could keep your gaze on the ocean…

“Ya know… you’ll end up with back problems, sitting like that…” He joked, making a soft laugh draw out of your lips.

“You’re one to speak…”

The silence quickly returned, only noises being the sounds of the ocean crashing against the wood of the docks, the soft sounds of creatures out and about, along with the chatter of distant people… you couldn’t help yourself, eyes straying over to look at him..

Your gazes met, both of you immediately looking away, like two love-sick teens refusing to confess… except, not love-sick but broken-hearted.

“Uh… What… did I do wrong..?” His voice was soft, you could see him looking at you again, making you tilt your head away, avoiding his gaze as you trembled, tears pricking your eyes as you fidgeted with your hands, picking at the skin.

“I… I… I was… always so worried about you, Childe…” You murmured softly, eyes trailing to meet his, staring into the saddened ocean blue eyes, trembling as you tried your hardest not to break into tears, “I was… so tired of being so anxious that you’d be hurt or killed without my knowledge, then you tried to hide your injuries to ease my fears but it made them so… much… worse…”

His eyes were wide, tears finally breaking way, the soft pearls of water sliding down his cheeks, standing up.

You were half expecting him to abandon you, right then and there, walk off… but instead, he bent down, right in front of you so you couldn’t stand up, him keeling before you like a knight to royalty, his hands gently sliding to grab on to yours. He so gently placed it to his beating heart, tears rolling down both of your cheeks, the warmth of his palms pressed into the back of your hand.

“Darling, love… I am… so sorry…”

Before you could get word out, he shook his head, silencing you with a look. “I’m so sorry, I am so so sorry. I know, it’s.. I… words can’t… I..”

You hated to think it but it was adorable how he stumbled over his words, a rare occurrence that brought a soft, saddened smile to your face, his eyes looking up hopefully for a moment, “Please, I’ll let you put one of those silly monkey leashes on me, just please, let me come back, let me love you again.”

There was a prolonged silence, that look in his eyes was desperately tugging on your heart… staring at him with soft eyes, his own eyes looking at you like you were a lifeline, desperation written on his face as you felt his heartbeat to your palm, eyes getting teary as a soft sigh escaped.

“You… promise not to run head into danger…? Or at least take me with you if you do…? Let me tend to your injuries..?”

“I cross my heart and hope to di—“ …Pause… “Pinky promise is probably a better phrase for that.”

You hummed softly, sniffling as you reached your pinky, locking it with his, like children on the playground… you knew he’d run head into danger sooner or later… but… you’d be there, keeping him safe like he kept you safe, even if you didn’t have the fighting skills that he did.

But for now, you were content, his warm lips pressing against your cheek, kissing away your tears as his hand cupped the other side of your face.

From this list~! And part one is here~

HEHEHE!!!! I was hoping to be able to post a part two~! Feel free to send in requests, whether it be your own prompts or ones I have reblogged!

#genshin impact x reader #x reader #x y/n #drabbles #?#childe x reader #childe x you #childe x gn reader #childe tartagalia #ajax x reader #ajax x you #childe x y/n #genshin childe #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #Writings ♡︎

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beenbaanbuun · 2 years

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Work of Art - Jeon Jungkook

Words - 4.6k

Genre - smut

Warning(s) - tattoo artist! reader, customer!jk, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (use a condom), begging (if you squint), pet names, just plain old fluffy sex

You sat back in your office chair, thankful that it reclined back a little. ‘Stressed’ was too light of a word to describe how you feeling, your entire head filled with cotton wool as you sat with an empty Procreate page open. It had been that way for a few hours, each and every line that you drew getting erased after only a few minutes of it being on the page. Who knew being a tattoo artist would give you such a headache.

“You taking a break?” Jimin spoke from the doorway, stopping to lean against the wooden frame once he’d noticed your pathetic form. Your groans of frustration blended in pretty well with the permanent buzz of the shop, but your coworker could recognise your sounds of annoyance anywhere.

“I have my client coming in, in,” You stopped to check the clock on the wall, groaning once more when you saw the time, “about 2 hours.” A deep sigh left you as you sat up straight once more, eyes focussing on the blank screen in front of you once more.

Jimin’s soft laugh tinkled through the room as he moved closer to you. At least someone was having a good time.

“You left it this late to draw up a design?” He plopped himself down on the bed, careful not to spill any of his coffee onto the soft, black leather beneath him. “I knew you were bad at time management but this takes the biscuit.”

He was right, of course. Not about you leaving the design until two hours before the appointment, but about how bad you were at keeping on top of things. It’s not that you’d forgotten about the tattoo you were doing today, you just didn’t do it. Part of you thought it’d be easy enough to draw a ‘traditional Korean dragon’, as per your client’s request, but it was proving to be more difficult than you expected.

And it's not that you didn't have any ideas either. Quite the opposite actually, your mind racing with so many different thoughts that you could barely keep track of any of them long enough to put something onto paper. Of course, you could’ve just looked something up and done something similar to that, but your clients came to you because you were different. You always did things in your own way, incorporating little details that made it obvious that it was you who’d done it.

“I thought it’d be easy, but it isn’t.” Your pen hovered over the tablet, not once touching the screen that you were desperately staring at, seemingly trying to magic an image onto the page.

“Have you tattooed them before?”

“It's Jungkook.” Jimin nodded as if that answered his question perfectly, which it did.

Jungkook was your longest and most supportive client. Since discovering you a year ago, you were the person he went to see for all of his tattoos. He liked your work, and how intricate and beautiful your designs were, not to mention the little personal touches you added. Your work ethic was something he admired too; you had fun with your clients, trying your hardest to make them feel as comfortable as possible whilst still maintaining enough professionalism to remind your clients that you weren’t a friend, but rather someone offering them a service.

But most of all, he liked you. He liked the sound of your voice, soothing and quiet as you conversed with him, witty remarks spilling from your mouth every so often. You spoke with about as much eloquence as a pre-schooler, but you still found a way to engage every single person that sat in that chair. Somehow, you seemed to distract people from your lack of linguistic skill, and to Jungkook, that was something beautiful.

“Oh, you mean lover boy?” You thanked God you were facing away from your friend because you were positive he would’ve teased you for the vibrant red colour your face had turned. “Didn’t he come in over a week ago?”

“Well, yeah…”

“So you’re telling me you’ve had all weak to do this and you’re starting now?”

“Technically I started this morning,” It wasn’t a lie. You’d gone into work three hours earlier than you said you would. Safe to say Yoongi, the snarky receptionist that usually sat playing solitaire on his laptop all day, was shocked when you showed up on your morning off. Especially since it had always been your philosophy that time off was for sleeping, eating and watching shitty Netflix movies. “My head is just… empty.”

“So no change then?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Jimin left soon after that, giving you space to panic. And panic you did. Your brain was turning over even quicker than it was before, each idea disappearing before you could draw more than a few lines. You felt like screaming, but the parlour was quiet and the last thing you wanted to do was disturb Namjoon, who was a few hours into a long session. There’d be hell to pay if you made him jump and mess up his work, something that he took such great pride in.

Instead of screaming, you simply let your body lean forwards, your head slamming into the desk with force. The bang was loud, but not quite as loud as the cry of anguish you truly wanted to let out, so it was a win in your eyes. It hurt too, which helped still your thoughts for a second or two. A few curses slipped out as your eyes flooded with tears of pain, blurring your vision before they fell and landed on the tabletop.

Why couldn’t you think? You’d tattooed Jungkook plenty of times before. You knew what he liked and what he was looking for, so realistically, this shouldn’t have been a difficult task. And the last thing you wanted to do was push the appointment back. You didn’t have a time slot available for a while, and making Jungkook wait wasn’t ideal. Jimin would argue that you just wanted to see him because of your ‘schoolgirl crush’ that you had on him (you couldn't deny the truth at this point, everyone could see it) but you just felt bad for the guy. He seemed so excited about getting it done.

With the thought of disappointing your most faithful client, you picked yourself up, massaged your sore forehead a little, and held your pen once more. The premature guilt that had set in seemed to clear your head a little, allowing you to sort through the designs that were flashing through your brain. For the first time that day, you actually managed to get some lines down onto the open canvas in front of you and you felt a wave of relief leave you as the dragon began to take shape before your eyes.

Just in time, you praised yourself as the door to the shop opened and in walked Jeon Jungkook, fifteen minutes earlier than your agreed time.

You didn’t turn to look at him through your open door, choosing instead to focus on adding the final touches to the drawing. It was pretty much complete, but you wanted to fight off the inevitable blush for as long as possible. Even just hearing him talk to Yoongi from across the building was enough to make your face feel a little hot.

With one final laugh at something Yoongi had said, he said a quick ‘thank you’ to your receptionist and began to make his way over to you. A wide grin sat on his face once he spotted you in your chair, slouched over your iPad, pen resting between your teeth as you studied what he assumed to be his dragon. He couldn't see it fully from where he was, but he already knew he was going to love it. He always did love your art and he especially loved the way it looked on his body.

“Hey, Cutie,” He spoke as he walked into the room and shut the door behind him, alerting you of his presence. His smooth voice made you tense up, your shoulders suddenly going stiff as your heart rate sped up. You definitely made the right decision to face away from the door, taking a second to breathe before spinning around to face him.

Immediately as you did, you regretted it. It was like you were seeing him for the first time every time your eyes locked with his, the same spark rushing through your body as his baby face lit up in glee. Usually, you tried to avoid his eyes. They were wide and beautiful and full of love; a perfect distraction from the rest of his body that was so well built that you were sure he could crush you without even trying. Not that that was something you’d particularly mind…

“Hi, Kookie,” You wore a small smile as you spoke, desperate to keep your attraction for him a secret. “I didn’t think you’d be here for another fifteen minutes.”

“Jimin messaged me. Told me you seemed stressed.” That was new. As far as you knew, Jimin had only met Jungkook a few times. It was usually when you were busy leant over his thick bicep, your tattoo gun placed between your fingers as you traced your intricate drawings onto his perfectly smooth, honey skin.

“I didn’t realise you two were close.”

“Oh, we’re not,” He chuckled out, taking his place on the bed across from you. “He asked for my number last time I was here but he only ever seems to talk to me about you. I think he's trying to set us up.”

That little shit. You made a mental reminder to give him a piece of your mind when you two were next alone.

“Sounds like Jimin,” You said through gritted teeth, trying your hardest to hide your annoyance. “He means well.”

“I don’t mind it, y’know,” Jungkook said, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. His piercing glistened in the light as his tongue flicked against it. It was pretty. “It's nice to have a wingman.”

You let out a cough, choking a little at his shameless flirting. Sure, it wasn’t rare for him to try his hardest to make you flustered, but it was the first time he’d been so forward. It was the first time he’d ever given any indication of actually being attracted to you. You soon calmed yourself down though, convincing yourself that it was something that he said to every woman he came across.

“Jimin would be a piss-poor wingman if you ask me,” You tried to sound confident, although the slight shudder in your voice gave you away. “I reckon I’d be better at finding you a girlfriend.”

“He’s not that bad actually. He knows my type, after all.” He shot you a wink, making your poor, overworked heart beat even faster than it was beforehand.

“Your type?” Your voice was hushed, shaking a little as he stared you down. How was it that he could make you so weak so quickly? All he had to do was compliment you a little and suddenly you were a puddle at his feet, ready for him to do whatever he pleased to you.

“You know I thought you would’ve picked up on it by now, dummy.” He was leaning forwards now with his elbows placed on his knees. Knees that were spread to each side, the gap between them tempting you. It seemed like it’d be comfortable to sit between his thighs, cock snugly inside of you as he wrapped you in his strong arms. Fuck, you needed to get your mind out of the gutter.

“Your tattoo,” You sounded so feeble, even to your own ears. God, you were pathetic, desperately thirsting over your own client who was innocently sitting there. Well, innocent was a stretch, but still. The poor man had no idea of the thoughts running through your mind, and you couldn't help but feel guilty. “I need to show you the design.”

You went to turn around and grab your tablet to show him, but before you could, you felt his hand on your arm. His grip wasn't tight, as such, but it was firm, stopping you in your place. He’d touched your arm before, accidental nudges here and there, even a gentle stroke on a few occasions, but never anything like this. He’d never grabbed you before.

“Slow down, hot stuff,” His words were barely above a whisper, “Just take a minute. Think about what I’m telling you, yeah?” You were pleased that the door was closed because if anyone heard the whimper that came out of your mouth, you’d never escape the relentless teasing. Instead, only Jungkook heard it, the sound making his hardening dick twitch in his pants.

“I- I don't know what you’re telling me, Jungkook.”

“Yes you do, dummy,” He laughed, bringing a hand up to softly take hold of your face. “You’re smarter than this. I know you are.”

Yes, you were. You knew you were smart, but something about him just made your brain stand still. In that moment, not a single thought ran through your head that wasn't about how much you wanted him to fuck you on the tattoo chair. You could only imagine how he’d look above you, tatted biceps rippling as he propped himself up above your body. There was something about the fact that most of the art on his body was yours that turned you on even more. You weren’t territorial by any means, but the thought of his body being permanently marked by you made you so unbelievably wet.

You let yourself focus on his face for a second. His eyes were still glittering like they usually did, although something different rested beneath the surface. Something darker, more dangerous than you were used to. His right eyebrow was slightly cocked curiously. You’d never really taken much notice of his eyebrow piercing before, always preferring ink to metal, but you had to admit it was hot. Not as hot as the ring that sat on his lip though. You wondered how it felt against your tongue. Would the metal still be cold, or would his mouth have warmed it up a little?

“I think you’re beautiful.” It was out of the blue, but you couldn't hold your thoughts in for much longer. He was stunning. Probably the most perfect individual you’d ever had the pleasure to lay your eyes on. He let out a little laugh, his lips parting to show you his bunny smile. Cute, you thought as you smiled back at him.

“I think you’re beautiful too,” He leaned in a little and it made you wonder how you hadn’t noticed him dragging your chair closer. You guessed the wheels probably helped. “I think you’re probably the most beautiful person I’ve ever looked at, actually.”

“You’re a liar.” You giggled out.

“Am not.”

He closed the gap between the two of you, connecting his lips to yours. A spark immediately passed the two of you as he slowly moved his lips against yours and everything suddenly fell into place. It was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. Not like those quick, desperate kisses that you received from strangers during one-night-stands. No, this was not like those at all.

It felt like warm honey, so sweet and soft and comforting, moving against you with such ease. Even when he pressed his tongue into your open mouth, you welcomed it, like a cool breeze on a warm summer day. Something about it felt so natural and you realised that his mouth belonged on yours, just as much as you belonged to him.

You sighed into the kiss as you stood, not once pulling away from him. He knew what you wanted, placing his large hands on your hips and pulling you down onto his lap. Underneath you, his thighs were still spread, forcing you to straddle only one of them. You didn't mind though, the thick muscle offering you something to grind against.

It felt perfect, slotting between your legs like it was meant to be there. Even before you started moving, you were holding back a moan. The bastard had started to flex the muscle sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. A loud moan escaped you, only to be silenced by the kiss that the two of you seemed to be trapped within. At least the others wouldn’t be able to hear you.

His hands remained on your hips. They hugged your sides perfectly as he began to rock you back and forth against him. The sensation was not unfamiliar, but it felt different when he gave it to you. It meant something more. This wasn't a mindless fuck, after all. This was the man you’d been pining after ever since he showed up on your chair and flashed his sweet little smile at you. Somewhere in the back of your mind was a voice telling you that you didn't mean the same to him, but you weren't sure you cared.

“Not enough,” You whispered as you pulled away, desperation evident in your voice. “Need more, Kookie.”

“Take your jeans off, then,” He panted out. “Take them off and then come sit down with me.”

You stood up immediately, your fingers going straight to the button. They fumbled for a second, but Jungkook soon caught your hand in his, stilling them as he undid the button himself. The smirk on his face as he looked up at you was sinful, but you loved it.

“Does my cute little angel need me to strip her?” Yes, you absolutely did need him to strip you. You nodded your head wildly, practically begging him to pull your trousers off of you. “Well, then she needs to tell me that, doesn't she.”

Jungkook took his hands away from you, watching as your face fell. A deep chuckle left him. He got some kind of enjoyment out of the heartbroken look on your face, not that he ever wanted to actually break your heart. You were too pretty for that.

“Jungkook, please.”

“Please what?”

You shot a glare at him.

“Please take my clothes off.”

“Since you asked so politely.”

He did as you asked, hands immediately going back to the waist of your jeans and gripping onto the rough denim. As he pulled them down, his eyes locked onto your thighs. Soft, smooth skin stretched over your flesh. They were a little thick, just as he liked them, and he couldn't help but imagine what they’d look like in a pair of white thigh-high socks.

How he’d love to dress you up and make you look oh-so-pretty for him. White would suit you, he thought. In his mind, he saw a little tennis skirt, too short to cover anything. That wouldn’t matter though. He’d be the only person that saw you like that. Your top would be short, barely covering your perfect tits. No bra underneath, of course; why would you wear one when your nipples would look so pretty poking through the thin material he made you wear.

He let out a groan, the thoughts going straight to his crotch, adding fuel to the fire that was already burning. He needed you immediately, and so he sped up.

Your shoes came off in his hands, the laces on the shoes having become redundant long ago, and your jeans soon followed. Then it was your underwear, Jungkook’s fingers slipping over the hem and tugging them over the swell of your ass quickly. It seemed as though he was in a rush, with how quickly he was moving. You didn't care though, needing him just as badly as he seemed to need you.

“Fuck.” The groan that came from him once you were fully naked in front of him was primal. He was definitely right when he said you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

His hands flew to his top, whipping it over his head faster than you’d ever seen him move before, his sweatpants following soon after. And then, he was just as naked as you. Apparently, boxers weren’t a necessary thing to wear for your tattoo appointment. Not that you had anything against it; if it meant you got his dick inside of you faster, then you couldn't complain.

Speaking of his member, his dick was by far the prettiest you’d ever seen. It was long, but not too long. Thick, but not too thick. The tip was swollen and pink, pearlescent precum leaking from it. It entranced you, and you felt the sudden urge to feel the weight of it against your tongue. You wondered how heavy it was as it sat there, twitching as you lightly sucked on it. You wondered how he tasted too, your mouth watering that the thought.

Just as you were about to fall to your knees and make all your wishes come true, he caught you. The look in his eyes told you no, and you let out a whine in response. Yes, your pussy was aching, desperate for even the lightest of touch from him, but you wanted this. Once more, you tried to bend your knees and move onto the floor, but he held you stiff.

“No, Y/N,” His voice was stern, letting you know that he really meant it. You felt a pang of disappointment in your heart, but it soon melted away with the light kiss he pressed to your stomach. “I just need to feel your warmth, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?”

Of course, you could. Anything for him.

Your body moved without you telling it to. Soon enough, you were back on Jungkook’s lap, hovering over his painfully hard cock. Your eyes were on him as he lined himself up with one hand, the other gripping onto your hips, ready to lower you down onto himself. As he did, your eyes slammed shut, the stretch almost too much for you to handle. You were tight and he was big, of course, there was going to be some sort of discomfort. Especially since he hadn’t prepped you with his fingers. Still, you were wet enough for him to slip in with ease, bottoming out in no time.

Then he stilled, giving the both of you time to adjust. Somehow, you’d managed to keep your eyes open. Maybe you just didn't want to miss the show Jungkook was putting on, his facial expressions too beautiful to miss. His brow was furrowed, his eyelids flickering as he screwed his face up in pleasure. His mouth was open, spilling warm air onto your chest as he panted out. It was all almost too much for him, the feeling of you squeezing his member so exquisite that he almost came on the spot. He stopped himself though. That would’ve been a little embarrassing for him.

“Can you move?” He asked, voice quiet as he hid his face away in your neck. Feeling you nod, he smiled and placed a soft kiss against the sensitive spot underneath your ear.

When you did start to move, he couldn't help but let out a long, deep groan. You felt just as good as he imagined you would. Better, even. Perfect was the only way he could describe it. The way your walls held him tightly as you lowered yourself onto him felt like heaven. Not to mention the soft cries that were leaving your mouth with every stroke. You sounded magical, and he never wanted to stop listening to you.

It was more tender than he assumed it would be, not that he was complaining. The two of you weren’t fucking, but making love. Each and every action came from a place of desire, not for the sex, but the other person. You wanted to be with him. To kiss him whenever you wanted to, falling into place against his lips, just as you had earlier. To hug him and feel his warmth against you. To feel his love and affection and anything else he’d give to you.

The two of you worked in perfect harmony. When your legs began to fail you, Jungkook started bucking up into you, keeping the same pace that you had set. Slow and sensual, was how you’d done it, and he tried his hardest to mirror that. Anything for you, he thought to himself as he brought his thumb down to your clit, adding to your pleasure.

At the same time, he began to nip at the skin of your neck. He wanted to mark you in the same way you’d marked him. They wouldn’t be permanent marks like his tattoos, but he’d try his hardest to make sure they never truly left. Even if he had to mark you up every single day of his life, he was determined to make your body a work of art.

Everything was adding up. The feeling of his dick inside of you, stroking against your walls. The circles that he drew on your clit, drawing even more cries of pleasure from your pretty mouth. The grazing of the cold metal of his piercing against your neck as he drew your blood to the surface. All of it together was making it harder and harder for you to hang on. You felt yourself tighten around him, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter as he toyed with your body.

“I‘m close, Kookie.”

“I know, sweetheart,” He managed to pull himself away from your neck long enough to speak to you, “Just let go.”

And so you did, slamming your eyes shut as you held onto him for dear life. Your body shuddered as your orgasm flowed through you. It was nothing like you’d ever experienced before, utterly unique compared to every other orgasm you’d experienced with the other men you’d slept with. Maybe it was the speed of it all, going slow this time rather than fucking like rabbits. Or maybe it was the addition of love. Either way, you preferred it.

Once you’d ridden out your high, Jungkook pulled himself out of you, manoeuvring your body so you were lying on the tattoo chair. He wrapped a hand around himself as he looked over at you. You looked gorgeous with your sweat sticking to your forehead, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. Just the sight of your tired body was enough to make him spill his seed onto his hand. One last grunt left him as he climaxed, feeling his body go weak, just as yours did.

He let his body topple onto yours, shifting himself a little so the both of you were lying in a comfortable position. It was like having a huge weighted blanket on top of you, except the blanket was a lot heavier and warmer than normal weighted blankets. Taller too.

“You okay, big boy?” You managed to say despite feeling like you were being crushed.

“Yeah,” He grinned widely, “Just can't believe I got to fuck my dream girl.”

“Well that's cute and all, but what about your tattoo?” He laughed into your ear, pressing a light kiss onto your temple.

“Is that seriously what’s on your mind right now?”

“Not just that,” You muttered, snaking your arms around his waist to hold him close to you. “Thinking about how good we are at sex.”

“I guess we were made for each other, cutie.”

“I guess we were.”

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𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑(𝐩𝐭 𝟏)| 𝟗𝟎𝐬!𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: your love life has been tragic to say the least, so after a rather public breakup you decide that you're done with bad boys. elvis is the lead singer of a well known and well loved metal band. he lives a hard and fast lifestyle and wouldn't dream of ever apologizing for it. the one thing that nobody would ever expect from a rough-around-the-edges kinda guy like elvis is the fact that the man is a hopeless romantic. and he's got his sights set on you. elvis presley was precisely the kind of person you were trying to avoid. you couldn't let him weasel his way into your life. . . . right?

warning/notes: SMUT! ahead, this thing is going to be dirty dirty so prepare yourselves, drug and alcohol use. you're seriously a sex symbol and everyone is obsessed with you. . . including me. elvis is an actual simp in this fic, but what's new with my writing? this fic does take place in the 90's. . . so just imagine 60's elvis throughout this fic, because that's exactly what i was doing. | this is part one of a three part mini series. i will be posting all three parts this week, so you will not have to wait a million years to be able to finish it. please please please heart this post, repost it and tell me what you think about it. i love interaction, and this is my first time posting in ages. i'm a little nervous about it.

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The bar was hazy with thick cigarette smoke, but there was something special about the way that the neon lights shone through the fog that hung above the mass of grinding bodies. The music pounded away in your ears, and after the round of mixed drinks that you had downed with your group of friends, you couldn’t help but sway your body along with the beat. In a packed bar like this, where everybody was too drunk to notice or too high to care, you were just another somebody.

That was the draw to nightlife for you. It was a small reprieve, and maybe it made you a bit sick in the head, but you cherished it. No matter how self absorbed and ungrateful it sounded, you missed the days of feeling like a normal person. You missed being able to leave your house in a ratty old t-shirt and shorts without the fear of being plastered all over the front of a gossip magazine looming above your head. You missed going to the grocery store and taking your sweet time perusing the aisles. You missed the way your life had been before the organized chaos.

People have always paid extra attention to you. You had been the butt of many jokes during your early days in middle school. You were the ugly duckling- nothing but a scrawny little girl that came from an impoverished family. The year you turned thirteen everything changed though. Puberty had hit you like a freight train. Your curves had filled out and your face had lost all of its baby fat. In the blink of an eye all of the girls wanted to be your friends, and the boys that used to tease you were now trying their hardest to get your attention.

You only got prettier as time went on it would seem. People stopped caring about the unfortunate state of your home life all together, instead focusing on your looks and likeability. School was no longer hell from you, and you entirely had your appearance to thank for it. Becoming a model had happened just as quickly.

You had been on a date with an ex when you had first been discovered. You remembered that day vividly: the nasty fight during the car ride to the stadium, the overpriced beers as well as the crippling fear that you were allowing a man to emotionally beat you down. You had somehow ended up on the jumbotron, and all you could do was awkwardly smile and wave- blow a few kisses at the camera when it lingered on your face for a little too long. You had laughed it off, assuring your at-the-time boyfriend that it had been some sort of a coincidence. He had been the jealous and possessive sort. A man that worked in the marketing department of one of your state’s favorite beer companies saw you holding the bottle in your hand on the big screen, and the rest was history.

You felt blessed for your booming career and all of the attention that you had garnered over the last few years, but a part of you missed the days where you could go outside without cameras flashing or people asking something of you. Everybody always wanted something from you. Be it a simple picture, a signature or even a smile- at this point there wasn’t a part of you not owned or wanted by the public. Even other celebrities had an ulterior motive for trying to connect with you. You’d learned your lesson though. Dating was officially off the table. Well. . . dating celebrities, at least.

“I’m being serious this time, guys.” You tried to reason with your friends, reaching up to tangle your long manicured fingers into your messy updo. “Bad boys are out.” You seriously believed it this time too. No matter how hot, famous or rich you were, men were always going to be trash.

You had always been the type of girlfriend that went out of her way to take care of their partner. You hated drama, so starting unnecessary fights was beneath you. You were trusting to a fault, which had gotten you into trouble more than a handful of times. You had a big heart, and despite the constant disappointments you still believed in true love. You had finally come to the conclusion that the problem was never you. It had always been them. You were self aware enough to know that you had a bit of a. . .type.

“Bad boys” only wanted one thing from you though.

They just wanted sex. It had always been that way, even since high school. As much as you hated to admit it, you had never been in a stable relationship, even in the early years of your life before the tabloids kept tabs on your every move.

You loved sex, but it never led to anything good. The most you got out of it in most cases was nothing but momentary, fleeting satisfaction that only left you feeling more empty than you had been before. You were done with being used to beef up somebody's ego only to be discarded like garbage soon after.

Your close friend, Veronica, was quick to throw her arm around you, pressing your frame tightly into her side. “We need to find you someone nerdy. Like. . . like an accountant or something.” She snapped her fingers excitedly as though she had just solved world hunger.

You let out a small squeal, leaning your head back to laugh without restraint. In your inner circle on a night like this? Things seemed to just. . . fall into place. You were happy- obnoxiously so- and you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else. You were sick and tired of crying over men that didn’t care about you. Especially ones that didn’t feel a fraction of what you felt for them. All that mattered now was the fact that they were playing remixes of all your favorite songs at this particular club and that you had just gotten your nails freshly painted earlier in the day. Your dress fit you like a glove, you were actually having a good hair day without the help of a stylist and the people that you had surrounded yourself with loved you like family. This was your element.

The drinks were flowing, your heart was happy, and you were tired of moping around and feeling bad for yourself.

An accountant was exactly what you needed.

“You’re so right! I need a sweet little accountant that I can come home to at the end of a long day. That sounds perfect to me. I need a man that lives a boring life and is more than willing to take time out of his not-so hectic life for me.” You agreed, pressing your cheek against your friend’s in a display of affection before grabbing your drink off of the table. “A toast! To. . .,” You bit your plush bottom lip as you tried to think of the best way to word what it was that you were looking for in a man. “To good guys.”

“To good guys!” They all chimed after you.

Your friends were all quick to clink their glasses against yours, happily joining you in downing the rest of their brightly colored glasses of alcohol.

“Excuse me!” You called out to one of the waitstaff, flagging her down with a wide dazzling smile.

The scantily dressed woman was quick to make her way over to your marked off section. The owner of the club insisted on putting you and your friends in VIP for ‘your safety’, though you were starting to think that all it was doing was drawing more attention towards your area. The younger woman smiled sweetly back at you, though you weren’t blind enough to not see the way that her fingers were anxiously twitching at her sides. A-list celebrities didn’t frequent clubs like this, so you were sure that she was probably scared out of her mind to do something wrong and incur your (nonexistent) wrath.

“W-What can I help you with?” What little confidence she had earlier was faltering now as she got closer and closer to you.

“I want to buy every person in this club a shot of tequila! Top shelf, please. We’re celebrating!” Tonight you were in an especially good mood considering your recent split with your heartthrob co-star. You were finally starting to feel better about it, which was a good sign that you were moving on.

You and your group’s shots arrived first, but within seconds tray after tray of plastic cups began circulating the bar. You were quick to cheers your friends once again, swallowing back the clear liquor. You had imbibed in a fair bit of alcohol already, so the burning sensation wasn’t as bad as it had been towards the beginning of your girls night out. Despite the slightly numb lips and hazy expression, you didn’t sway once in your heels as you continued to sway along to the beat of the music. You danced like nobody was watching, but little did you know that a certain blue eyed musician had his eye on you from across the club.

“Compliments of (F/N) (L/N).” The waitress motioned to the tray that she was holding up in front of the brunette’s face.

For a second all he could do was stare at the drinks, drunkenly trying to remember whether or not he ordered anything. His eyebrows twitched upwards in surprise as the woman’s words finally began to register. Wait a minute. . . who bought him a shot? The name sounded awfully familiar, so he must know the woman somehow. His rings glinted under the colored lights as he reached for the cup, the leggy blonde that had been keeping him company that night following suit.

“Who?” He asked dumbly, squinting his eyes to follow the direction that the waitress had pointed in.

“(F/N) (L/N). She’s an actress and model? She bought every-” And before the woman could let Elvis know that you had bought everyone in the entire club a shot he was already throwing the tequila back, tossing the plastic drunkenly back onto the table before pushing the blonde woman’s arm off from around him as though her touch burned him.

Because he had recognized you the second that he saw you, even from across the bar. You were prettier in person than you were on camera, which was rare in Los Angeles.

The woman that had once been keeping him company gaped up at the musician, her cheeks darkening with embarrassment as she realized that she was actively being ditched for another woman. In front of everybody that she had come to the club with.

“Fuck you, Presley!” She screamed after him, but the curse fell on deaf ears as he wove his way in between the writhing, sweaty bodies of dancing patrons.

He had his eyes glued on one person and one person only. Never in his life had he seen a woman that beautiful before- and Elvis had seen, kissed and fucked his fair share of hot women. He remembered exactly why your name sounded so familiar to him. You weren’t some chick whose feelings he had hurt or someone that his music label had asked him to play nice with.

You were a fuckin’ Playboy Bunny.

Your group of friends had stopped talking and had all turned to face him as he approached, their eyebrows knitted together as they tried to figure out exactly who he was and why he was there. Tall and lean, heavily tattooed with dark hair and blue eyes as bright as the morning sky. One by one he watched their expressions shift into recognition. Elvis lifted up a long leg, easily stepping over the velvet rope that had been put up around your section.

All you could do was watch, wondering exactly why Elvis Presley was approaching you with a smirk on his face. Was there something that you might have missed? You’d never met the man before in your life. You would have definitely remembered if you had.

He was clad in a black pair of jeans and a white tank top that fit snug enough to show off his nipple piercings. His thick gold necklaces caught the light as he bent down to shorten his frame, smiling directly at you. It was like the two of you were the only ones in the bar. His attention was perfectly undivided. His black hair hung loose in his eyes, undone from its usual updo that he had sported in all of the pictures you’d seen of him in the past. You had to admit though. . . there was something more dangerous about this version of Elvis. He seemed more wild and relaxed. More himself and less of the showman. It made your heart race, and admittedly kept you from shooing him off in the opposite direction.

Not even ten minutes ago you had sworn off bad boys, and yet here you were, watching with wide eyes as one sauntered right up to you.

His black boots stopped to rest right in front of your heeled feet, and he took his time looking you up and down, wanting you to see his approval. He wanted you to know just how irresistible he found you. In a club as loud as this one was, you had to learn how to communicate with your body.

Elvis had been raised in the south by a Christian family, but that didn’t mean that he was always a gentleman. He was far too drunk for that. So instead of thanking you for the shot or trying his hand at flirting with you, he plopped down in the spot beside you and leaned over.

Your jaw went slack as you felt his warm tongue trail all the way up from the sensitive pulsepoint at your neck to your temple. His nose brushed against your hair as his warm breath fanned over your ear. You could hear his heady breath, and it lit a fire inside of you. Rather than being outraged you found yourself clamping your thighs together in the hopes of creating some sort of friction. He pulled back only to smile drunkenly at you, drumming his tattooed hands against his seat as he waited for your reaction.

He watched you all while knowing that you had to have felt something. Your breath had caught at the sudden action, and he knew it. He saw the adorable flush to your cheeks and the glint in your glassy eyes. A cocky, satisfied huff left him as he leaned back against the leather booth. You, of course, exceeded his expectations when you turned towards your friend and repeated the action. Your group, no matter how prissy they all looked, were all good sports. They howled and cackled as one by one they licked each other’s face, following your lead without question.

“I’m Elvis.” He called over the music, watching as you gave him a knowing nod.

You opened your mouth in order to introduce yourself only for him to hold his hand up, giving a dismissive flick of his wrist. “No need. I know who ya are.” He stated with an upturned lip.

His smile was nothing short of goofy, his blue eyes sweet as he looked over your face again and again, almost as though he was committing every detail to memory. There was something about him that just felt. . . different. It felt good.

“Do ya wanna dance?” He nodded towards the packed dance floor, raising an eyebrow at you.

Your best friend tensed behind you. “What happened to good boys being in?” She whispered in your ear, shooting you a pleading look.

You couldn’t help but giggle, waving her off like it was no big deal. “This is just for tonight. We’re only going to dance, alright? Promise.” And with that you stood up, letting him take your hand and pull you out onto the dance floor.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you danced, only that you could feel long strands of your wavy hair clinging to the back of your arms after falling out from its’s updo. You were a drunken, sweaty mess and didn’t care one bit. All that mattered was that Elvis was making you laugh harder than you ever had before. His large hands felt too good on your hips as he swayed you back and forth, pressing you against his thigh. All you would have to do is arch your back just a fraction, and it would be your cunt that he would be leading you to grind against his thigh, not your hips. You should have hated yourself for the thought, but you were too far gone. All you knew was that he was handsome and was looking down at you as though you hung the moon.

He was so big and warm. Domineering in a kind of way that let you know he would be able to take care of you in the exact way that you preferred.

Your fingers gently traced a few of the tattoos on his arms as you continued to sway back and forth, eying the colorful, sweaty skin as he continued to wrap himself around you. He smelled like expensive cologne and warm skin- and it took every last shred of self restraint that you had in your body not to bury your nose into his chest and inhale. Being around him was making you lose your mind.

The two of you only left the dance floor to down more drinks and get away from the loud speakers from time to time when you wanted to converse with each other. It was far too loud to have any sort of heart to hearts with him, but he went out of his way to show off his flashy personality to you.

“I really have to go, Elvis. I’ve got a flight to catch tomorrow afternoon, which means I have to wake up early to pack.” You explained, stumbling outside so that you could wait for the cab that the bar had called for you.

Elvis had been nice enough to offer to wait with you, not wanting any seedy characters to get any bad ideas. It was nearly four o’clock in the morning, and you didn’t even want to think about the kind of people that might be lurking in the darkness. L.A was a terrifying place to be left alone in. Especially at night.

“The clubs not even closin’ yet though. Why don’t you wait for just one more hour?” He begged, his gold bracelet sliding down to his forearm as he clasped his hands together over his chest.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the dyed brunette eyeing the adorable way your nose scrunched up as you did so. Yeah. . . he was completely smitten. It was official.

“I’m serious, Elvis. I have to get home.” You weren’t giving in, no matter how much you wanted to.

Your friend's words were finally pounding their way back into your head, reminding you that the man in front of you would only break your heart and leave you to pick up the pieces afterwards. Casual sex used to be fun for you, but you were bored with the notion. What you were looking for was someone to settle down with. Elvis Presley definitely didn’t seem like the type.

“Well where are you doin’ tomorrow? Maybe we can do somethin’ fun.” He needed to see you as soon as possible. He could tell that staying over at your place or vice versa was completely out of the question, so he didn’t even attempt to offer. You were worth the wait anyway, so he didn’t mind taking his time. He could tell that you were old school, and he respected it.

This way of thinking was completely out of character for Elvis though. The reason why he wasn’t afraid to sleep around and forget about the women that he spent time with was because the two of you were very similar. The musician was a hopeless romantic, and wanted to fall in love more than he cared to ever say.

If you weren’t in love then you weren’t alive. That was his way of thinking, at least.

He wanted somebody to share his life with, but he hadn’t met the right person. He had tried his hand at long term relationships a couple of times, but women had a track record of breaking his heart. So he had gotten into the habit of being the break-er and not the break-ee.

“I’m headed to Mexico for this business trip. If I show up with huge bags under my eyes my manager will not be happy.” You watched as he perked up, your eyebrows raising in confusion.

“I love Mexico! Where exactly are you stayin’?”

“Cacún. . .” You replied slowly, not exactly sure whether or not you wanted him to know. There was something about his reaction to the news that made you think that he might try and. . . - no. No way. No normal person- musician or not- would book a last minute flight just to spend more time with you. Stable people’s minds didn’t work like that.

“Oh, that’s perfect. We’re goin’ to Cancún then.” No hesitation.

You guffawed, blinking hard at him as you tried to figure out exactly how to handle this situation. You were used to men being forward with you, but this was on an entirely different level.

“You’re not following me to Mexico,” You told him, reaching out to give his arm a small shake when you noticed the devious smile pulling up at his lips. “Elvis, I’m serious.”

“Oh, I’m so comin’, no matter how much you beg.”

The taxi pulled up to the curb before you could say anything else. With a loud sigh you opened the door for yourself, blurting out “no you’re not” as you closed the door soundly behind you. Before you could even blink the man was wrenching the other backdoor open, sliding his way inside. You laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. He had to be playing with you, because there was no way he could be serious.

“Sir, please wait a minute. He’s not coming with me.” You told the taxi driver before turning to face the black haired man. “Elvis, you are not coming to Mexico. Okay? It’s something that I have to do for work. Now. . . can you please let me go home?” The alcohol was beginning to take its toll on you, and you felt exhausted. Your bed was practically calling out to you. So no matter how charismatic or handsome the singer was, you refused to let him come home with you.

“I’ll get out of the car if you do one thing for me.”

You weren’t surprised when he asked for your number, and like an idiot you complied, writing the words “don’t call” right above your digits.

It was only when he got out of the car with a wide smile on your face that you realized how torn you were. Part of you knew that he shouldn’t call, but a large chunk of you really wanted him to despite that fact.

What you didn’t see was the way Elvis stared after the taxi until it had completely disappeared down the street, and then at the small scrap of paper in his hands. He gently traced his finger over your loopy, feminine handwriting. Eager to get home so that he could give you a lil ring.

The phone had been ringing off the hook since ten o’clock that morning. One after the other, Elvis had left you voicemail after voicemail. You had half the mind to just rip out the cord and cut your losses, but knew that your manager would have no way to contact you if she needed to. So you put up with the inappropriate amount of calls.

“Ya did buy me a shot of tequila last night, which I think has to be a sign that I’m supposed to go to Mexico with ya.”

Beep.

“Me and my band just finished recordin’ our album, which means that I have way too much time on my hands. Really, you would be doin’ me a damn favor if you let me go with you.”

Beep.

“Elvis Presley in Cancún. Elvis Presley in Cancún. Elvis Presley and his weiner are fuckin’ comin’ to Cancún.” His singing echoed around the house.

Beep.

“Hola, mi amor-”

Beep.

“Cancún~,” You bit your lip to keep your smile at bay as you dragged your heavy silver suitcase down your stairs and up to the front door. “Cancú-”

“Elvis.”

“Darlin’!” He called out excitedly as you picked up the phone for the first time that entire morning.

“Don’t. Come.” You tried using your stern voice, hoping he would finally take you seriously.

A beat, and then came his answer.

“I’m fuckin’ comin’.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Don’t.” And with that you hung up, dragging your luggage out your front door and towards the waiting taxi.

You should have been appalled, but how could you be? Because what if he really did show up? The thought of seeing him again made her palms go a bit sweaty. "U-Umm. . . You can just drop me off at the front. There's no need to try and park with all of that airport traffic."

“Are you looking for someone?” Your friend asked, standing up the tips of her toes so that she could shove her carry-on into the overhead compartment.

You pushed the sunglasses higher up on the bridge of your nose, leaning further back into your seat as you watched the door to the plane like a hawk. You hated the fact that Veronica was so observant. Well. . . in this case, at least. She could read you like a book. She had already questioned you about last night until she was blue in the face, and the last thing you needed was for her to find out that there was a possibility that he might be following you all the way to Mexico. And why? You still had no clue.

“Of course not. I’m just eager to lift off, is all. I’m hoping to take a little nap until we get there.” You hated lying more than anything, but you were willing to do anything to keep her from lecturing you.

She meant well, and you loved her for that. You just couldn’t help but feel guilty for dancing with Elvis last night, even if it had meant absolutely nothing. It had to have meant absolutely nothing to you. The two of you hadn’t even kissed, which meant that you technically hadn’t gone back on your word. Good boys were in. And bad boys?

They were out.

The nicer beachside resorts loomed high above the bustling city, their sleek designs and gaudy terraces visible from the lower streets. You had decided to roll down the window of the car so that you could enjoy the warm night air. The smells, sounds, and sights were so different from those that you were used to in L.A. It was a nice change of pace, whether you were here for work purposes or not. All you had to do was play nice with a room full of rich old men and then you’d be in the clear. Your friend had excitedly made plans for the entire weekend, doing her fair share of research to make sure that the two of you had the best time. She’d even called your resort ahead of time so that she could know what kind of food they served. She had originally agreed to come with you right after your bad breakup to keep you company, but what had once been a means to look out for you and offer you support had quickly turned into her hatching a plan to keep your mind off of things.

The fact that this trip also gave her a means to try and dissuade you from ever talking to Elvis again was just an added bonus.

“Ronnie, have you ever seen something so beautiful? Look at that.” You pointed out the window, ushering her to lean closer against you so that she could see what you were seeing.

A crowd of people were dancing amongst each other, string lights swaying softly in the oceanside breeze as they clapped joyously along with the music. You were a stickler for romance films. The cheesier, the better. It was almost as though you were watching one unfold right before your very eyes.

You continued to point this way and that, your eyes wide as you tried to fully bask in the city all around you. For a second you forgot all about the crazy musician and his threat to follow you to Mexico. It was just you and your best friend spending some much needed time away from the messy city life of Los Angeles. The car began to climb the brick road all the way up to the largest resort, intricate metal lanterns hanging from the large front porch of the building.

“They have us staying here?” Veronica gaped, her eyes wide with excitement. This was her first time out of the country in ages, and she was planning to pack in as much as she possibly could over the three day weekend. She had been sure to warn you to prepare yourself for a packed itinerary.

“I had no clue it would be this nice.” You mumbled your reply, reaching your hand out numbly as you watched a few members of the staff pour out from the front lobby.

The car door was being opened for you in the blink of an eye, your luggage already being carried up and into the building.

“Miss (L/N) and friend, we’re so pleased that you could bless us with your presence. My name is Oliver and I will be taking care of all of your needs. Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything at all.” Oliver looked to be a year or two younger than you, dressed up in a pressed suit and perfectly starched tie. He sounded like he was reading off of a script, eager to please the star and her close friend.

When you had envisioned Cancún you hadn’t thought of. . . such a fancy resort. Sprawling beaches and family owned restaurants were more your style, but this? You’d happily thank your manager for booking you such a sweet gig. You and your friend would be staying in your own suites on the top floor for free, and all you had to do was sit and look pretty during dinner tonight. Living the life of a celebrity was still new to you, so you had been told that you still had that “small town” charm that people adored so much. You were personable and genuine, which was rare to find in Sin City. Your good looks and sweet attitude was, thankfully, the reason why you were able to live such a lush lifestyle.

“Thank you, Oliver. If you could just point me in the direction of our suites that would be amazing. I need to get dressed for tonight.” Your white sneakers and yoga pants felt hideously out of place in the large lobby. Men and women in full glamor passed by you and your leisurely dressed friend, causing the both of you to duck your heads down in embarrassment in fear of being perceived.

“Of course. Here is your key ma’am,” Oliver slid you the golden key with a well trained smile. “And then here is yours.”

You started to walk off in the direction of the elevator but froze as he called your name once again.

“Someone delivered flowers for you. I can have them brought to your room as well if you’d like.” The young brunette reached down on the table behind him, placing the intricate bouquet down on the counter in front of you.

Your jaw dropped as you realized just how expensive something like that must have been, especially to be delivered. Peonies, babies breath, roses- it was huge. You couldn’t think of anyone that would deliver flowers to you. Not in Cancún, at least.

Veronica elbowed your side gently, eagerly urging you to read the card.

“It’s from-” You couldn’t help but bite your lip, trying to keep your smile at bay. Tonight was already turning out to be wonderful. . . and you practically just landed.

That smile, however, was quick to fall off of your face as you read the card.

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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: pulling away from your lips to ask you to marry him w/ Shanks & gn!reader

a/n: requested by my sweet darling @pebbsie ♡ always a joy to write your beloved for you! i had a hard time picking between the prompts you chose and in the end went for the one that made me swoon the most. hope you will enjoy this!

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The sky is dipped into a bright pink, the sun slowly setting at the horizon. Your fingertips tap on the wood of your windowsill, eyes fixated on the vast sea. It’s a warm summer night and the air is tingling with excitement; it's almost as if the waves crashing against the shore relentlessly whisper secrets about what the future holds.

You check the clock again and sigh, eyes darting back and forth between the letter on your nightstand and the skyline, scanning it for a sign of him. He’ll come. Shanks is a man who always stands by his word, quite different from all the other pirates you’ve encountered – and this island you call your home has seen a lot of them.

The Red Hair pirates had caught you by surprise. Sure, they were loud and drank every last drop of rum you had in stock, but not once did they stir up any trouble. They were joyful and kind. And their captain… Well, quite the charmer. And a good kisser on top of it. Stole your heart within the blink of an eye and now keeps it safe even at times you are apart.

Your lips curl into a smile when you think about Shanks. His messy red hair running through your fingers, the way he smirks at you from the other side of the room, his raspy morning voice when he whispers the sweetest and naughtiest things in your ear to hinder you from leaving the bed…

Life has become brighter ever since he and his crew stopped by regularly. Saying goodbye was always the hardest part, not knowing when exactly they’ll be back until a few days prior, until the news coo brought you a letter announcing their imminent arrival. This time it was no different; you immediately recognized Shanks’ wonky handwriting and the spilled rum half the paper had been soaked in and couldn’t help but grin.

Coming home soon, my love. Can’t wait to kiss you.

And then you see the silhouette of the Red Force on the horizon, sails set straight to the island. You jump to your feet and freeze for a second while your heart leaps in your chest with joy from the thought of finally being in his arms again. It’s a mild evening so you don’t bother putting on a jacket, just slip into your boots and almost trip over as you rush outside, running down the hill towards the harbor.

Above you, the sky is painted in the brightest colors now, a luscious swirl of pink and purple, streaks of yellow fading into red where it meets the sea. You hear the voices of your neighbors as they greet you and laugh softly about you rushing down the streets, knowing exactly what that was all about. You run as fast as your feet can carry you, feeling lighter with every step you take towards your loved one.

Shanks is already waiting for you at the dock, grinning from ear to ear when he spots you in the crowd. He lifts his hand when you call out his name, watching you running towards him, not slowing down a bit, happy tears twinkling in your eyes. Then there’s only a few steps between him and you and a heartbeat later you crash against him, arms clinging around the love of your life.

It’s like taking a deep breath after being underwater for too long.

You try to blink back the tears but they just keep flowing, a wave of relief washing over you as you finally get to feel Shanks close again; his beard scratching over your skin as he kisses every inch of your face, his hot breath when he murmurs your name over and over again between the kisses, his arm wrapped so tightly around you like he’ll never let you go.

When his lips finally meet yours, every fiber of your body vibrates. He is gentle and you can feel him smiling widely, his hand resting in the back of your neck, his thumb drawing small circles on your skin. You only melt deeper into his embrace, forgetting everything happening around you; it’s only him and you in the kaleidoscope of the sunset.

You sigh when Shanks pulls away from your lips, only a little, leaving you aching for more of his touch. Standing on tiptoes you try to close the gap between your lips again, but Shanks gazes down at you softly, his hand now cupping your chin and tilting your face up by it slightly. There was a fire burning in his eyes, stronger than the setting sun swallowed by the ocean. His voice is low, audible for your ears only.

“My love… will you marry me? Trade your heart for mine?”

Is this a dream? Did he really just ask the question of all questions? You slow-blink at him, unable to form any words, instead you take his face into your hands and look him deep into his eyes. You know he can be a little tease, but he wouldn’t be joking about this…

Shanks leans down and kisses you again, washing away any doubts just like that. He hums against your lips and wraps an arm around you, holding you so tightly against him, leaving no room for doubt that this was real, that he was serious, that just one word of yours will turn your whole world completely upside down.

“Yes”, you whisper with lips ghosting over his. “A thousand times yes.”

And just like that Shanks swoops you off your feet, lifting you up and twirling you around. You’re laughing and crying at the same time, overwhelmed by every emotion, happy tears running down your cheeks as you giggle and cling onto him, letting his overflowing joy carry you towards the vibrant sky. Your whole world is spinning when he puts you on your feet again, holding you against him so tightly. He leans down to whisper into your ear while he reaches for your hand.

“You better pack your bags because I’ll steal you away…” He slips a ring over your finger, fitting perfectly, then holds your hand up high for everyone around you to see. “But first we celebrate! To love!”

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Of knights and Demons

Chapter 3

TW: Rape/Non-con, Dark themes, forced marriages, threatening behavior violence and swearing. MINORS DNI OR I WILL BLOCK YOU

This is my first ever fic so please be nice to me, I’ve also got it posted on A03 under the same name in case anybody would like to read it there.

EDIT: this chapter contains non-con smut and I’ve never written either of those so if it’s terrible I’m sorry

Previous Chapter

You are the sole daughter of Byakuya Kuchiki, the sole heir to a noble family. Your father has broken from tradition with his refusal to marry you off against your wishes, instead wishing for you to find a husband of your own choosing. After years of arguing with not only your own family, but the other lords of your court all seems well. That is until a once thought dead knight returns with an army to take your home.

Souske Aizen, a man you once found kindness in has demanded that the two of you are to be wed, with your father still missing along with most of the guards you’re left with few options but to comply and hope that aid comes before anything can be set. How will you stop a man like Aizen from destroying your home and the people you care about? And who are these strange people with bone masks on their face?

You’d been taken back to the manor with your new husband to partake in your wedding celebration. For hours now you watched people laugh and dance, feast and drink without a care in the world. It made you sick. Aizen, for his part, played the doting husband well. He kept his arm draped casually over your hip, thumb rubbing what were supposed to be soothing circles into your skin. In the small breaks you’d get in between people coming to congratulate you two he would ask if you needed anything, you’d politely decline each time. You couldn’t even count how many times he’d bent down to give your forehead a small kiss. From the outside you were certain you’d looked just like a happy couple.

Eventually Aizen’s associate, Gin, came up to congratulate the two of you. You thanked him politely trying your best not to let your hatred for the whole affair show. After a few more minutes of small talk with the silver haired man he asked if he could borrow your husband to address a private matter. You obliged, happy to have his hands off you, even if it’d just be a few short minutes. Almost immediately after he’d walked away someone approached from the other side of you. You turned to greet them in the same facetious way you had everyone else but stopped.

Before you stood your friend Momo, she wore a fine pastel blue dress with her hair done up in its standard bun. Her family was one of the smaller, lesser known ones of your court but the two of you had been close friends since childhood. Your mother would often invite her to various occasions with you, she came from a large family and was mostly ignored so no one ever seemed to mind. She didn’t smile at you, instead her eyes looked misted like she might cry, “Hi.” She said simply with a touch of sadness to her.

You smiled at her, a genuine one, even though you felt like you might too cry just from looking at her. “Hi.” You answered back, you were so relieved that she didn’t seem to be happy for you, she understood what was happening, pitied you even.

“I’d offer to give you a hug but I don’t think you want to draw that kind of attention.” She joked, giving you a sad smile back. You nodded back to her, “For what it's worth, I’m sorry.” She said in all but a whisper, eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one had heard her. Your eyes misted a bit more as she’d said it and you tried your hardest to hold it all back not wanting to cry here. You’d been numb for so long but something about seeing your friend upset for you brought it all back and made it much more real for you.

You went to answer back but another lord was approaching, she gave you a slight nod before excusing herself. You whipped your eyes quickly hoping that the lord hadn’t noticed. You recognized him, though you couldn’t quite recall his name. He was from one of the smaller families and had all but begged your father to marry you off to his son when you were thirteen. Of course your father had refused. You gave him a sweet smile as he approached and grabbed your hands. “May I just start by saying-“

“Get lost.” Grimmjow interrupted from behind you causing you to whirl around sharply. He didn’t look at you, instead his venomous gaze was fixated on the smaller of the two men. If looks could kill the man would be dead ten times over with how Grimmjow looked at him.

The lord stuttered for a minute, face heating in embarrassment and anger, “Excuse you, I am-“ he started to say. A few people looked but turned away quickly to keep Grimmjow’s attention away from them.

“I said get lost,” Grimmjow growled out, “I won’t ask a third time.” He said taking an intimidating step towards the man. The man's eyes shot between the two of you before he scoft and left, grumbling under his breath the whole way. You turned to face him fully and raised a single brow in question. He shrugged, “Brought you a drink.” He said dryly, nodding to an overly full glass of wine. “For your special day.” He sneered like he was mad at you, you didn’t care if he was, you were already mad at the world why not add him to the list as well.

You crossed your arms in front of you, “I don’t drink.” You bit back just as dry. Lots of people drank at weddings and if you had been in a happier situation perhaps you would have too but today you didn’t feel like it. You were not a drinker under normal circumstances and certainly didn’t want to take anything from the strange man in front of you.

“Congrats, you do today.” He answered back to you with irritation heavy in his tone. You had no idea why he wanted you to drink so bad but it made you trust him all the less. You looked at him with a sideways gaze.

You shook your head, “Why is it so important to you? Or is it just another game to you? See what you can get me to do by being pushy? Make some entertainment for yourself?” You said getting annoyed with him.

“No games, I’m trying to be nice to you.” He said before reaching out and grabbing your elbow harshly. He pulled you a bit closer and kept his grip on your arm tight even as you tried to pull away, “Take the wine and get drunk, I’ll bring you more when you're out.” He whispered harshly in your ear, his body bent over yours, “I can guarantee you're not gonna want to be sober when your dear sweet husband holds you down and shoves his cock in you.” He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. He was right, as much as you hated to admit it and as vulgar as he’d said it he was right. Your eyes again watered, not wanting to have to go through with it, you knew you’d have to but that didn’t stop you from feeling sorry for yourself. “Don’t cry here,” he said as he straightened back out. “Don’t give them all the chance to see you break. Cry tonight as he fucks you, or alone in the morning or anywhere else but do not give all these bastards a chance to see it, they don’t deserve it.” He said angrily. You nodded, you didn’t know why he was doing what he was but you were thankful for it still.

You willed your tears back and he offered you the wine again. You took it from him gingerly, fingers brushing over his own as you did.”Thank you.” You said to him more earnestly than you’d ever spoken to him. He could be an ass but at that moment he was showing you something close to kindness.

He kept his gaze fixated on you in what almost looked like confusion for what felt like an eternity before he scoffed, “Don’t thank me princess.” He stood there until you took a drink and nodded his approval before he walked away. True to his word, once you'd finished your glass he quietly brought you another as you talked to the various people who’d come to speak with you. You weren’t too invested in any conversation, too busy thinking over what Grimmjow had said. Of course you’d known that Aizen would have you tonight but now that it’d been said out loud you couldn’t help but worry about it. You’d never been with a man, not even to fool around. Some of the married women had talked about their own wedding nights, and while some of them had pleasant stories, most of them only talked about how much the first time hurt and how rough their husbands had been, the thought alone brought a shiver down your spine.

Grimmjow had brought you a third glass before Aizen returned, looping his arm back around your waist. “Sorry to be away for so long love,” he called you, you didn’t say anything but you despised that pet name more than any other that you’d been called, you were not his love and he was not yours. “Have you been enjoying yourself?” He asked, beginning to rub those damned circles into your hip again. You hummed your agreement and he tsked his tongue, “No you haven’t, you hide it well enough but you're miserable.” You stared up at him not knowing what to say or what he wanted you to say. “Take a walk with me?” He asked, letting that smile that you were growing to hate grace his face again. You agreed not really having a choice in the matter.

He led you through the crowd, you hadn’t realized how much the alcohol had affected you until you began walking, you moved considerably slower with your eyes more focused on where you were going rather than ahead of you. If Aizen noticed your uncordnation he didn’t say anything about it. You found yourself in the gardens as the cold air bit at your skin, not that you cared all that much, feeling a bit of relief compared to the stuffy hall you’d been in for hours. “Would you like to know what I’ve been talking about with the other lords?” He asked.

You thought about your answer for a long moment, he didn’t like it when you lied to him and wanted you to be honest with him but the truth of it was no. You didn’t want to know. He would tell you anyway and maybe his asking was just a taunt. So that’s what you answered with, “Not particularly but I have a feeling you're going to tell me no matter how I answer.” You said with more spitefulness than you intended.

Aizen chuckled, “Well, don’t you just have me figured out?” He joked, you didn’t laugh. “We’ve been talking about you all evening. Most have congratulated me kindly, but more than a few have also expressed that they’d do the same.” He said, you knew he was taunting you, maybe trying to get a rise out of you but you still held his breath as he talked. “One young man in particular, told me that he was impressed by my restraint.” Your brows knit together and he gave another small chuckle, “He said if it had been him he wouldn’t have been able to hold off on taking you,” Your face drained of color and your eyes felt like they would bulge out of your head as he went on. “He informed me that he’d tried desperately for your hand but your father had denied him and you didn’t notice him at all. The poor boy.” He mocked in fake sympathy, “You should see how they all stare at you, where their eyes focus in on when your not looking, if only you knew what dark things they thought of-“

“Why tell me all this?” You cut him off before he could continue, you knew they were all traitors but you didn’t want to think about how many men in there would do the same or worse to you given the chance. You didn’t want to think about a man that was so upset that you’d not wanted to wed him as a child of thirteen that he thought you deserved this.

“I want you to think of it when you despair about your position, when you start to think I’ve been cruel to you.” The two of you stopped walking and he pulled your chin up to look at him, bringing his face close to yours, “Anyone of them would have done the same if not worse.” He whispered so close that you could feel his lips caress your own as he spoke, you were certain that he was about to kiss you again but he never did. Instead he pulled back, “We should get you inside before you freeze out here.” He said letting that sickly sweet smile frame his face again.

Back inside you noticed that a number of people must have left during your stroll, a noticeable number. You could feel your anxiety starting to pick up, he hadn’t mentioned anything about a bedding ceremony but now it was all you could think about and you had no way of being certain. You thought about asking him but decided against it, fearing that he might just do it if he thought you were afraid of it. As you gazed around the room you noticed Grimmjow sitting alone near the back of the tables, his eyes stared into yours for a moment before you were distracted by yet another person coming to talk to the two of you about what a lovely couple you made. The whole time you could all but feel Grimmjow's eyes staring at you which didn’t help settle any of your anxiety. You kept catching his gaze in between chats. He barley moved and you couldn’t help but feel like you were being hunted.

As time stretched on more and more people began to leave, everytime they did that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach only grew. Eventually Aizen bent down to whisper, “I think its time we take our leave my dear.” Your breath caught and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything as he gently led you to the hall. Your heart felt like it might beat straight out of your chest with each step you took. He kept his hold on you the whole time. At least, no one followed you out, meaning that there would be no bedding ceremony. At least no one would get to observe the humiliation you’d no doubt receive. “You look relived?” He said voice trailing in question. Your legs felt like they were made of lead and every step you took was a considerable effort.

“I thought that perhaps you’d have opted for a bedding ceremony but…” you let yourself trail off, he just hummed in understanding. You were at the door to your room far faster than you’d have liked. He held the door open for you and you stepped inside making your way to the center of the room, you stopped not knowing what to do with yourself. The door swung shut and you couldn’t help but flinch. You were terrified of the man you’d be sharing a life with, while you’d once thought him kind you’d come to find out he was anything but. He’d killed a whole family to get here plus countless others, he sent people to hunt you down specifically and he’d threaten to take another life if you didn’t do as he said.

A set of arms snaked around your waist causing you to gasp, “Are you nervous sweet girl?” Aizen rasped into your ear. You nodded yes but he just hummed as if he didn’t understand you, “I’m sorry love, I didn’t quite catch that, you’ll have to speak up.” You closed your eyes and you were sure your whole body must be beat red.

He knew you were and he was just trying to get under your skin. “Y-yes.” You said barely audible but he’d heard it nonetheless. He gently pushed the hair from your shoulder and began trailing small kisses from the exposed skin of your shoulder to the base of your neck. You flinched but he held you firmly in place with a hand on your hip, “Have you ever been touched like this?” He asked, his voice had dropped by at least an octave and was laced thick with arousal.

“No.” You gasped out as he nibbled at the space where your neck and shoulder met. Aizen hummed in satisfaction as one of his arms rose to just below your sternum, forcing you back into his own broad chest. He had you trapped up against himself in a hold that you had no way of escaping.

You swallowed thickly as his lips trailed up your neck to your ear, “Never?” He asked, warm breath fanning your ear. “Not even with that fetching young knight with the tattoos that was so keen on escaping with you? He seemed very intent on keeping you away from me.” You squeezed your eyes shut tighter and shook your head lightly. You realized he was talking about Renji, and while he’d help you escape you doubted he felt anything of the sort for you, he’d only helped you because he’d always felt indebted to your father. You could explain all that to him though, not while his mouth was still working against your neck and he held you so close to himself. “Words my sweet girl, I want to hear you.” He rasped intent on flustering you further.

You opened your mouth to say something only to be cut off by a sharp gasp as he pulled your head back to suck a mark into your neck. You tried to escape it but his free hand shot to your hip pulling you back against him tighter than before, stopping you from moving any distance. “No, never!” You all but whined out as his mouth kept working over your skin. You hated whatever game he was playing and you hated how you couldn’t help but react to it.

Aizen pulled back a few inches to admire the mark he’d left before chuckling darkly, “Aren’t you just a dream dear?” He asked before spinning you to face him. He pulled you close and captured your lips as your hands came up to try to put some distance between your bodies yet again. He kissed you with much more force than the previous times, his hand came up to tangle in your hair and pull you closer, his other hand snaked behind your back. He pulled back for you but kept your head firmly in place with his hand, “Open your mouth.” He ordered in a husked voice. You went to question him on what he’d meant but before you could his lips were again pressed to yours. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth and began tangling with your own. You couldn’t stop the whimper that left you, he pressed you closer, seeming to enjoy that he’d pulled any kind of noise from you at all.

The hand pressed to you back slid lower, reaching for the clasp of your metal belt and fumbling with it until it noisily clattered to the floor. You dress hung loosely around you now and bunched up under his hand as me moved it back to your hip. His tongue was still mapping out your mouth, making you feel lightheaded. He pulled away from you and looked you up and down as you panted. His hands moved to your shoulders aiming no doubt to fully remove your dress. Your hands caught his wrists not wanting him to continue, you realized your mistake instantly but couldn’t stop yourself.

Aizen's deep brown eyes shot to yours, he softened his gaze and tsked his tongue, you averted your gaze and let your hands slip off his wrists. “Sweet girl,” He called to you softly, “If you move to stop me again I’ll bring you your little knight's head.” You couldn’t stop the little cry of surprise that left you as tears sprang to your eyes. You looked back up to him as your tears collected in your waterline. “You poor thing,” he said bringing his hand to brush along your cheek, “You really don’t want this do you?” He asked, whipping at a tear as it fell down your face.

You knew he was just taunting you, you knew he wasn’t going to stop but you still shook your head in denial. Surprisingly he didn’t make you say it out loud, he just hummed sympathetically, looking at you with a tilted head. “How unfortunate.” He said before moving his hands back to your dress. He carefully pulled the fabric from you, letting it fall to the floor in a heap and leaving you in just your heels and undergarments. You turned your head to the side, unable to look at him any longer as his eyes raked over you, he hummed in appreciation taking in your lace strapless bralette and matching underwear that you’d been made to wear. The lace hid nothing from him, thin and see through with the same flowers and vines that had adorned your dress. A few more tears slipped from your eyes as he began walking you backwards towards the bed. Once the backs of your legs hit the bed he gently pushed you so the you were sitting on the edge of it, he tilted your head up to look at him.

He bent over you fully and kissed you again, this time as he ravaged your mouth it tasted of salt from your tear streaked face. His hand ghosted down your body to your thigh, he gave your thigh a light squeeze before sliding his hand further down to push your shoe off before repeating the motion with the other leg. He let his hand run lazily up and down your leg as he continued kissing you, everytime his hand would work up your thighs your muscles would flutter and heat began pooling in your lower stomach much to your displeasure. You hated that your body was reacting to him wanting desperately for it to stop.

Aizen released your mouth, straightening up to his full height, “Move to the center of the bed.” He nodded watching you move all the while. Once centered in the bed you pulled your legs together keeping them pressed firmly against one another. Aizen began removing his shirt button by button revealing his well muscled arms and chiseled chest. He removed his belt next, placing the sword attached to it gently on the dresser before stalking back to you. You couldn’t help but think that perhaps if he’d never left, if he’d never done any of the atrocious things he’d done, that you might have ended up here anyways. You couldn’t deny that he was handsome and even though you now knew his attention went much deeper he’d always made time for you before. He’d seemed sweet and caring. But now that you knew everything, what he was capable of, there would be no looking back, you couldn’t look past it. You would never forgive him for all that he’d done to the high lord's family and the common people, they had been innocent and he’d slain them for his own selfish interest. You thought of the girl you’d seen the first night, she’d bear that scar forever for simply doing her duties that day.

Aizen crawled over you, pulling you from you from your thoughts and pushing your back into the mattress as leaned into you. He pulled your legs straight and you kept them firmly pressed together as he again mouthed at your neck. You closed your eyes as he sucked more marks into your skin, his mouth trailed down your neck and to your collarbone where he nibbled at the bone. You gasped, causing him to chuckle as he let his hand run across your stomach, his fingers thumbed at the bottom of your bralette. You tried to focus on your breathing as he let his hand glide over your breast, you let out a breathy sigh and turned your head away from his as his thumb circled your clothed nipple. Aizen rose up on his elbow as he continued his ministrations, “You look absolutely sinful like this.” He stated. You fisted your hand in the blankets beneath you. He switched his attention to your other breast making you swallow a cut off moan which caused him to chuckle again. “I want to hear you, love.” He breathed into your ear, you bit down on the inside of your cheek not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You might not be able to stop him from doing what he wanted with you but you could try to at least control the noises you made. Or so you thought.

After a minute or so of you refusing to make any noise he dropped his head back to your neck and sunk his teeth into your pulse point. You shrieked, eyes shooting open and tears following in earnest as your back arched off the bed trying to get him to let go, his hand moved from your chest to your arched back and unclasped your bralette, throwing it behind him. He released your neck and soothed over the wound with his tongue as he settled you back on the mattress. Your neck throbbed and you felt a drop of blood run down your neck before he leaned back over to licked it up and place a quick peck to your throbbing skin. Aizen’s mouth trailed from your pulse point down to your breast, he looked up to you as you panted breathlessly trying to pull yourself together before flicking your nipple with his tongue, you couldn’t stifle the moan that slipped out of you which only spurred him on. He took your nipple into his mouth fully, lavishing his tongue over the sensitive nub and occasionally nipping gently with his teeth to watch your reactions. He pulled off with a pop before switching his attention to your other nipple and teasing the one he’d had in his mouth between his fingers. Catching your breath was an impossible task, your heartbeat was so fast you thought it might burst and your core ached between your locked thighs.

He again let you go with a pop, “You’re so much more reactive than I could have hoped for, I can’t wait to see what more you’ll show me sweet girl.” He rasped, rising to his knees and running his hands up your legs. “I understand you’ve never been touched by another man, but tell me love, have you at least touched yourself? Brought yourself to release on your fingers perhaps?” You gawked at his question, truthfully you had tried a few times but never could bring yourself anywhere near pleasurable, but you certainly didn’t want him to know that. “Well, love?” He asked again when you didn’t answer.

You knew he wasn’t going to let you get away with not answering and you were sure you didn’t want him to bite you again or something else equally as painful. You took in a shaky breath before saying, “I’ve tried but never been able to…” you trailed off not wanting to finish your sentence in embarrassment.

His hands made their way back up your legs before hooking in the sides of your underwear, “You poor sweet thing, I’ll have to remedy that.” He gently pulled them down, they caught on your knees for a second but you separated your legs just enough for him to toss them behind him to join the rest of your clothing. You were now completely nude for him, “Spread your legs for me love.” He didn’t give you a chance to comply as his large hands pulled your knees apart. He looked at you with lidded eyes causing you to look away before he brought his hand to ghost over your folds, he groaned at the wetness he found between your legs. “For a girl that insists she doesn't want this, you certainly are wet my dear.” His thumb begins rubbing tight circles against your clit causing your toes to curl and small breathy gasps to find their way out of your mouth.

It feels like there’s a knot being pulled tighter and tighter in your lower abdomen, your sounds rise in volume and Aizen moves the hand not occupied to grab your face and force you to look at him, “Look at me while you cum.” He growled lowly, thumb increasing in speed and pressure. It feels like you're going to snap apart and you look up at him through glassy eyes. His gaze is intense as your end draws closer and you can’t help but buck your hips against his hand. All at once the knot inside you snaps and you coming with a whiny moan as your back arches and stars dot your vision. You’ve never felt anything like it and you can’t help but shutter through the aftershocks.

His hand doesn’t stop moving, instead slowing to a lazy pace that has you trying to escape from overstimulation, his hand grabs your hip and pins you back down. “Please! It’s too much, I can’t take it!” You cry out, body on fire. After a few more strokes his hand stops and he swoops down to dominate you with another kiss. You're so overwhelmed by your previous orgasm that you just let him do as he pleases.

The two of you separate and he watches your face for a moment before pulling back fully, “Now that was a sight, perhaps I should have had a bedding ceremony, show all those stuck up lordlings what they’ve missed out on.” He mocks as he rises from the bed to kick his pants and underwear off. You’ve never seen a nude man before but you're sure that his cock is bigger than most. It’s long and thick with a few veins jutting up it and you can’t help but stare with wide eyes. There’s no way you’re ever going to get it inside of you, at least not without pain.

You don’t even notice that he’s watching you until he laughs, making your eyes shoot to his face as your own face heats more in embarrassment. “Don’t worry sweet girl, I’ll have you well prepared.” He said as he makes his way back to you. You don’t quite believe him but there’s not much you can do as he climbs back on top of you, he spreads your legs on either side of his own. You swallow thickly as he again mouths at your neck and his hand returns to your slick folds. His middle finger circles you opening and you feel your anxiety pick up, his hand is a lot bigger than your own and even then you’d never done much with your own fingers. He gets his finger nice and wet before he starts to push it inside you.

Instantly your gummy walls clamp down on it, the stretch isn’t pleasant and it stings a bit. Your breathing picks up and his thumb resumes its slow circles on your clit in an attempt to force you to relax. He gets the digit into the last knuckle and stills its movement as his thumb continues. He licks up your neck to nibble on your ear, “That’s it sweet girl, just like that. Relax and take it.” He rasps as he gently pulls his finger back and forth within you. You whine at the strange feeling and he latches back onto your neck. After letting you adjust to his first finger he pushes in a second one. You try to pull away and groan because it burns, his thumb and fingers move at a steady pace and you can’t help but clench around them trying to get him to stop for a moment.

He groans in your ear, “Fuck,” he curses, “You’re so tight love.” More tears slip from your eyes as he continues his movements. You wish he’d stop talking but of course he doesn’t. “You have to relax for me love.” He breathes into your neck. “How can you ever hope to take my cock if you can’t take two fingers?” He laughs. You want to scream at him that you don’t want to take his cock and you want to push him and beg him to stop but you know it won’t do you any good. You try to focus on your breathing again but he starts hooking his fingers and they brush against something inside you that has you letting out another high pitched whine. He smiles at you and continues thrusting his fingers into you, taking care to hit that spot inside you with every stroke. You’re withering underneath him as he adds a third, it still hurts but he keeps hitting that spot over and over again causing you to lose yourself.

Your walls tighten again as that knot builds back up. Aizen speeds up his moments, “Again?” He asks, “Already that close? Just from my fingers?” He rumbles. Your fists are so tangled in the blankets you fear they might tear apart. Between his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside of you and his thumb rubbing those circles into your clit you're coming within seconds of him whispering. You whimper as he pulls his fingers from you, you watch as he brings them to his mouth before licking them clean. “What a delicacy.” He says eyes meeting your tired ones, “Maybe if you’re a good girl for me I’ll feast on you next time.” He offers as he aligns himself with you.

He pulls you further down the bed, hair fanning out behind you and legs coming to rest across his knees. He moves his hips, grinding his cock to you, using your slick to get himself ready to enter you. Once he deems himself lubricated enough he lines his cock up with your hole. You feel the tip begin to push into you and you expect him to go slow like he had with his fingers but he doesn’t instead he snaps his hips to yours and fills you in one fluid motion. You scream, pain filling you immediately as you try to scoot away. He pulls you back down refusing to let you escape.

He wastes no time before picking up a punishing pace that makes you sob underneath him. You feel like you can’t breathe and you move to try and push him away, clawing at him with your nails but he just grabs your wrist and pins it to the bed above your head. He folds over you and uses his free hand to push one of your legs up near your head, folding you in half. “Gods!” He moans, “You’re such a tight fit!” He smiles darkly at you before picking up speed. You can’t think straight but you know that you're begging him to stop in broken cries which only seems to turn him on more. “You’re taking me beautifully love, like you were made for it.” He groans. The only sounds filling the room are the sound of skin hitting skin, your cries and his groans.

His thrusts eventually start loosing rhythm and he grunts a few times, “Fuck, I’m close,” he moans out still rapidly snapping his hips into yours. He releases his hold on your wrist and leg and brings both of his hands to your hips to pull you back into him as he thrusts into you, he’s gripping you so hard you're sure to have bruises. He moans your name before trusting as deep as he can and stilling, you feel his seed fill you up and he gives a few shallow thrusts before pulling out completely. Your breathing is shaky and you're still crying as he watches his cum drip out of you. He collects what’s leaked from you before fucking it back into you with his finger. You gasp and close your legs which makes him chuckle as he pulls away from you. “Just making sure nothing goes to waste love.” He says looking down at you.

All you can think is that you hate him. You hate him for what he’s done to your people but as you lay there broken, used and crying all you can think of is how you hate him for what he’s done to you. How he turned your body completely against you. How he’d threatened you. How he’d used you. You look at him through glassy eyes and say, “You’re a bastard.” Not caring about the consequences, what more could he take from you now?

He just laughs, watching your chest heave, “Yeah, I am, sweet girl.” He says before pulling you to him, he pulls you and himself up to lay against the pillows and settling the two of you beneath the covers. “Now sleep my love, before I change my mind and decide to take you again.” He says stroking your hair. You’re too tired to put up a fight and wouldn’t want to chance him anyways.

#bleach fic #bleach x reader #cross posted on ao3 #grimmjow x reader #multi chap fic #aizen x y/n #aizen smut #aizen x reader #tw noncon #grimmjow x you #Grimmjow x y/n

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nardos-primetime · 2 months

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You know the casey jr. post makes me wonder again about what was happening with these four in the doomed timeline, if they even made it very far (most of my OCs did not big Fs in chat for them), but maybe that's something you plan to cover at some point.

TW// Suicidal Ideation (kind of), Abuse Between Turtles, Turtle Death

MOST UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE IT'S A LONG POST AND I KINDA WENT OFF. I LOWKEY COOKED ON ACCIDENT I THINK.

I was thinking about that as I was drawing too, because together they'd definitely hold more of a chance like the originals. The main thing I wanted for them was villain turtles that still genuinely loved each other after all. But then I realized. I already had an answer to this question. Because they would have to have died at least before Casey's birth and have it be long enough that the og turtles probably wouldn't have brought them up, either out of trauma (because they end up doing some wack shit and causing some wack shit) or because it was so long ago and not relevant. Since my plan is that Casey would not know about the clones at all.

See, I haven't revealed it yet, but the clones do something really conflicting a while before the events of the movie would take place in this universe. In the main timeline this ironically is be the start of their potential to change into more of a Grey area morally, as the main focus of their overall story is that they can't really change until they want to themselves. And even then, they never really become good guys.

But there's already concepts I've had where the result of this action actually splits them apart instead. Donno would be even more engaged in his more violent work, almost happier with it than ever before as they get more and more impractical and violent, or at least he tries to convince himself that he's happier, maybe a part of him is. Rage would become useless as a direct hitman or guard anymore, more likely to just have to oversee those beneath him since he's so oddly incapable of proper violence after things. Lee would become a workaholic to the max, along with his drinking getting a lot worse (somehow possible), he'd get shorter with his brothers, dropping any pretense of care when they need to get something done, "Hey, it's alright, we can do this, we'll get it done together." Becomes "Just fucking DO it! We have shit to do, and I can't be seen with yokai who refuse to prove their own God damn worth!"

Rage would be overall more resigned while somehow the increase in work ethic between Donno and Lee makes their old rivalry come back, just a lot worse now. Donno openly threatens Lee, and when for whatever reason that doesn't work he'll threaten the others. Rage has had a blade put to his throat mid conversation once because Lee wanted Donno to at the very least update the other workers on how to deal with machines when they break. Donno wanted more workers for experimentation in return. Rage was the only bargaining chip that worked, and even then, it took Lee a while to agree to terms.

Mic would take this all the hardest. He'd be desperate to keep everyone together. Time and time again, he's lost family, and they're the only family he's kept through all of it. He'd try and act like everything's fine. His habit of upping his energy and joy for others hits full swing, he pulls the others into hugs, makes little events, nothing works. Until he starts lashing out finally, and Rage is the only one that takes it seriously.

Lee just looks at him how Draxum used to.

Donno laughs in his face and mocks him.

Family, even if it never was the healthiest, is the only constant the clones have. Normally, it would be the only thing keeping some level of humanity and logic between them. So that breaking would be bad. I think this would be where they would stand in the doomed timeline. As soon as the apocalypse does start for them, they'd probably all die separately after officially leaving each other.

I think Mic would've attacked Lee after he realized Lee wasn't planning on doing much to survive. Not deadly, but lashing out until Rage can stop him and afterwards just leaving. Donno also leaves, mentally unwell as ever, insisting that "There's so many new variables and I'm sure Draxum would want me to look into all of it, even if it kills me!" Just to dig a knife into Lee's chest before he goes.

Rage would stay with Lee, and for once, Lee would be the silent one. Rage may be talking but it's quiet, he asks him how he's doing as he carries him around to safety, he gets them food, water, and finally gets violent again when he has to defend the two of them from the krang.

He even asks if they can go to get help when he sees the original turtles in the distance and Lee's wound from Mic is starting to get infected. He even locks eyes with Mikey.

It's the first time Lee speaks in ages, and it's "No." With a swing of his katana to portal them further away than ever before.

After that Lee starts wandering on purpose. He tries to get away while Rage sleeps. Rage starts to not sleep to stop Lee.

But sometimes you pass out after days of pushing yourself.

And sometimes you have to realize your brothers are dead. The world is dead. And at the end of the day, not a single thing you did actually mattered. All you did was cause pain to those you loved.

And you'll wake up. And he won't be there.

And you'll cry like a baby for the first time in years. Calling out for your dad. Your mom. Your brothers. Your voice is so hoarse and you ramble out all the words you never could, "I love you" "I wanna go home" "Please don't do this" "Please no" "I just wanted a family" "Where's my family" "Please don't leave me again" "I can protect you, I just wanted to protect you" "Let me care for you for once"

They each die alone.

Some fighting for nothing.

Some laughing in the face of reality.

Some silently wishing he knew what the whole point was.

Some sobbing for the chances he never had.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt au #rise raph #rise mikey #rise donnie #rise leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #Draxum's Side of The Family AU #Writings

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landoncrris · 2 years

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So I’ve been sent here to ask about imagine your first kiss with mason….

since i thought about this all day i’m just gonna write something short about it, hope you don’t mind but this is my fav thing to imagine so,,, 😄 also sorry if there are mistakes, this isn’t proofread :)

“Thank you for driving me home,” you said, unbuckling the seatbelt as you came to a halt in front of your house. Mason, who you spent the last few hours with on your second date, luckily drove you home, as he wasn’t able to drink alcohol during your dinner anyways.

“I really had a great time.” you added, looking over to what you thought had to be the dream of a man. Of course you had only been on two dates now, but he seemed more than perfect, everything you wanted really. He catched your eye at your words, smiling while trying to hide the blush on his cheeks, as he felt the exact same way about you.

“Me too.” he nodded, before turning the engine off and getting out of the car. Whereupon you picked up your purse that was laying on his backseat, but before you could open the cardoor yourself, Mason had already opened it for you. To which you mumbled a small “thank you”, once again thinking that he has to be too good to be true.

You had walked to short path to your front door, before you both came to a halt. A silence falling over you as you both searched for the right words to end the evening with. “So, did you enjoy it enough to say yes to a third date?” he asked sheepishly, scratching his jaw as he did. His question causing you to shrug with a teasing smile on your face.

“Did you enjoy it enough to ask me on a third date?” you asked him back, to which he laughed nervously, but quickly nodded. His eyes landed on your face, where they immediately went to your lips, as he had thought about kissing you the whole evening. But he didn’t want to cross a line, so he planned on waiting until you initiated it, which was harder than expected. As he felt like they were drawing him closer, even now, as he subconsciously took a step closer to you. Before he realized it and looked back into your eyes.

“I definitely did.”

“Then I suppose I’d say yes.” you said, causing an endearing smile to make it’s way on his face. His eyes were still looking back and forth between your eyes and your lips, even though he tried his hardest not to. He parted his own lips, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself to say goodbye, but he couldn’t bring himself to just yet. And when he looked back into your eyes and saw them staring at his lips too, before you quickly looked away with a shy smile, he knew he was done for.

“Can I kiss you?” he breathed out, but immediately feeling awkward over it. But he also knew that he wouldn’t have to regret it when your smile only widened at his question. Just from the thought of it, your mind felt fogged, so all you could do is nod. Your eyes staring into his brown ones as he slowly moved closer to you. It felt like an eternity until his hand finally cupped your cheek, thumb softly brushing over your cheekbone. And when you glanced back down at his lips, seeing his tongue darting out to wet them, he quickly closed the gap.

His lips slowly but precisely moved on top of yours, and you never felt like you had such a good first kiss with someone before. It just felt like it was right. His lips felt perfectly soft against yours, and although it was nothing but sweet, it made your skin feel like it’s burning and goosebumps errupt everywhere. You were both out of breath quickly, causing him to pull away after what you felt like wasn’t long enough. As you were already craving the second your lips would connect with his again.

“Good night, Y/N.” he said, looking at you with adoration in his eyes. He uses the hand that was on your cheek to put some of your hair behind your ear, loving how it showed just that little bit more of your face.

“Night, Mason.” you wished he wouldn’t just go yet, but you both had to be up early tomorrow so you knew he had to leave sooner or later anyways. He leaned forward once more, but pressing a soft kiss against your cheek instead, before he went back over to his car. At which you searched for your keys in your purse, unlocking the door once you found them, and stepping inside of your house. Turning around before you closed the door, you saw him just about to sit down behind the steering wheel again.

When you closed the door, you leaned against it with your back, your heart still pounding hart in your chest. Immediately, a smile broke out on your face, as you closed your eyes, thinking about how his lips felt on yours. And it was then, that you were convinced you have never been happier in your life, as everything just felt right. But you snapped out of your bubble when you felt someone knock at the door, which you figured had to be Mason, maybe giving you something that you had forgotten in his car.

“Just one more kiss please.” was all he said as soon as you opened the door, to which you laughed confused. But it was interrupted by his lips on yours, moving more desperate this time. As he too, didn’t want it to end just yet, already feeling addicted to kissing you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers sliding into the soft strands of hair on the sides, making him hum. After a while he pulled back again, but still letting his forehead rest against yours.

“Okay, I think I’m ready to leave now.” he breathed, to which you pecked his lips one last time, before your arms fell back to your sides. “Okay.” you nodded, and you could see that he was still hesitant to leave. But he himself knew he had to at some point. So he said another bye, waiting for you to say it back, and then walking a few steps backwards as he wanted to took in your sight for a few more seconds. Before he turned around right as he reached his car. You also then closed the door again, now feeling even happier than before, even though you didn’t know that that was even possible.

#mason mount #mason mount fluff #mason mount imagines #mason mount imagine

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habken · 5 months

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oh my gosh fellow animation student !! I love learning about other people's art school experience, if you'd be willing to share? I think the diversity of assignments and teaching styles and focuses is cool 🩷 love your art as well !!

Yeah I can share a bit ! I’ve really enjoyed the program so far, I think I’ve learned a lot and I’ve gotten the chance to use programs I wouldn’t have access to usually!

First semester I had 9 classes (I’m counting story lab + lecture as two separate ones) and it was honestly pretty difficult to keep up with the workload, especially because I was still finishing up zine work. I had so many assignments, there were many weeks I’d have something due everyday, sometimes multiple things in the same day, so time management was a big struggle and I ended up having to sacrifice the amount of drawing I did for fun and for socmed </3 I think that was the biggest bummer cause it meant I lost both what helped me relieve stress and something that made me happy :/

While the work was intense and time consuming, I really did enjoy what I was making for each class. My favourite classes were character design, storyboarding, and animation. I felt like they were the ones I did best in and I realized loved my animation teacher her classes were really fun and I laughed a lot lol. I also really enjoyed my life drawing class, I have a lot of respect for my teacher, he marked harshly but I learned so much under him and my life drawing skills have improved a lot since september. He also collects bones and brought them in and it was super cool. He told us all the stories of were he’d picked them up, like asking farmers or finding roadkill and cleaning them.

Overall in each class, I really appreciated the critique I’ve gotten and I feel like I’ve really improved! I actually dropped out of art school before and one of the main reasons was because I felt like I wasn’t really getting anything out of the program. My stuff was nowhere near perfect but I was one of the better students so teachers used my stuff as an example rather than see me as a student that also was there to learn. I hated that so I left, and I’m really happy I don’t feel that way in the program I’m in now!

What I will say though is one of the hardest lessons to learn is that you can’t go 100% on every single thing, it’s just straight up impossible unless you don’t take care of yourself and get no sleep. It sucks because you want to do your best and be amazing at everything, but an assignment that’s half assed is better than handing in nothing at all and also better than permanently hurting yourself because you push through the pain and don’t allow yourself any rest.

One of the things that sucked the most assignment wise was my bone portfolio for life drawing, I had so much planned out and I really wanted to do amazing, but I had to cut a lot out to get it done on time, and so the finished project was lacking a lot. I got a decent mark for it, but personally I know it could’ve been so much better, and I just have to live with the sacrifice I made so I could get all my work done on time lol

I don’t want to share too much more about the assignments I did, but I was really proud of my work in my character design class and also my last storyboard assignment, where we took part of a script and made new boards based on it. I got a lot of compliments from the teacher about my attention to detail with subtle and human actions. I’m happy cause that’s the kind of stuff I love portraying and love seeing in films haha.

One other thing is I was so close to failing layout, the last two assignments I left until the very end and almost didn’t get them in one time before teacher’s grades were due, and without them I would’ve failed the class. As it stands, I got over a 90 average so the two assignments made a big difference lmao.

Sorry this was so long lol

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chelseeebe · 1 year

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i’ll know.

lil epilogue for pick a side or i’ll pick you both. thought it worked best a separate little thing rather than being shoved on the end. this is like five or so years after part two.

part one. | part two.

hawkin’s was a long lost memory. the things you did. the people you knew. they were gone.

it was for the best.

you’d tried your hardest to forget it all. put it all behind and start again somewhere else. somewhere no one knew you. where you could be anyone you wanted to be.

and it worked, for a while at least. a new name, a degree, a job, new boyfriend. even new hair. a completely fresh beginning.

until one awful day at work made everything you’d built for yourself came crashing down.

you’d taken a part time job in a coffee shop, something to pay the bills while you got your masters degree. it was easy. damn sometimes it was even fun.

a regular day, making coffee for inpatient business men and stuffy women who carried purses worth more than your apartment.

‘hiya, what can i get for-,’ you look up at the man on the other side of the counter and your heart stops.

the same shaggy haircut, though now it was actually styled, not so scruffy. same eye bags with accompanying narrowed brown eyes. a mirror image of his high school self bar the light stubble now occupying his face.

‘i’ll take a black coffee, large,’ he nods, eyeing your name tag, ‘thanks tara,’ it sounds almost venomous coming from his mouth.

the bile rises, burning in your throat. you’re stuck in the same position until your coworker bumps your arm, jolting you back into reality.

‘y-yeah.. that’ll be.. uh, three dollars,’ you manage to get out, punching the numbers into the register, not entirely understanding what was going on.

‘keep the change,’ he says, offering over a handful of notes from his pocket.

your fingers brush against his hand and you want to throw up. you’d never quite been able to shake that haunting look he’d given you at the lunch table so many years ago.

like he just knew. like he could see inside of you. see all of the horrific things you’d done. how you’d murdered his girlfriend in cold blood and laughed about it.

you blink, the bright overhead lights burning your corneas and stuff the notes into the draw, slamming it shut.

absent minded you push past your coworker and out of the back door into the alleyway behind the shop. you can’t stop the acid from rising, vomiting all over the stones, splashing against the wall.

you attempt to gain some control, breathing in and out, just at least so you won’t throw up again.

pressing your back against the brick wall, counting to ten, again and again. just as your therapist had instructed.

someone joins you, leaning against the wall next to you. but doesn’t speak.

you look up to find jonathan byers perched against the wall, unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

‘what do you want?’ you speak up, running a hand over your clammy face. flushing even though you were shivering, the chill running through your bones.

‘i just thought i’d say hi to an old friend.. what’s wrong with that?’ he replies, sparking the cigarette.

you shake your head, looking up at the moody grey sky, ‘how’d you find me?’

‘ahh.. that’d be telling.’

you scoff, totally bewildered by his presence. the fact he’d come out all this way to.. what? to taunt you? finally expose what you’d done? expose your murderous past?

‘y’know.. i always thought something was off with you.. you were always cold, always just slightly not there,’ he presses, gesturing to his head.

‘why are you here? i’ve moved on.. i don’t want to think about.. hawkins anymore,’ you sniff, spitting on to the floor, trying to rid your mouth of the disgusting taste.

‘well i haven’t,’ he purses his lips, ‘you can change your hair, change your fucking name.. but i remember. i know,’ he exhales the cloud of smoke in your face, ‘and i’m not gonna let you forget it.’

he pushes himself off of the wall, stubbing his cigarette out and flicking it somewhere in the alley.

he begins to walk off but stops a few paces down the small path, speaking over his shoulder, ‘y’know steve’s in the city.. i’ll let him know about this place, great coffee by the way,’ shaking the cardboard cup as he disappears.

you turn to the wall, once again regurgitating the contents of your stomach. writhing as nancy wheeler’s once forgotten face appears in your head.

#jonathan byers #steve harrington #ghostface!reader #epilogue #steve harrington angst #stranger things x you #ghostface!eddie #eddie munson is dead

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mangasimpqueen69 · 10 months

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Mailroom Crush! JJK x reader

University AU! Yuta Okkotsu x AFAB! Reader

Content warnings! none. cute fluff! slightly angsty. heavy kissing. implied smut if you squint. All characters are of age. MINORS and AGELESS DNI

This is a AU! where reader and Yuta are assigned the same job at university, and feelings begin to blossom. This is my first fic so please be kind! This will get a smutty part 2 maybe! Any creative criticism is welcome! reblogs and hearts are wonderful! Thank you so much for reading!

Ever since you had both been assigned to the mailroom for Work Study at university, you’ve had a crush on each other. He was calf deep into a mail bag sorting out things when you entered, skin golden and smooth like honey, fresh spritzed with a sweet vanilla perfume, and curly hair done up in two space buns, a few pieces haphazardly framing your face due to the humidity outside. It was early Autumn, and while things had been rather cool in the mailroom thanks to the air conditioning, you’d have thought your co worker had been running on a treadmill this whole time. You stand in the doorway before knocking.

“Hey there! Just making sure I’m in the right place! You’re Yuta, right?” you greet chipperly.

So engrossed in his work, Yuta seemed to slightly jump at the sound of your voice. He dropped whatever mail he was hanging onto and looked in your direction, a smile forming on his features.

“Oh! Hi there… um yeah that would be me!” He responded in an exhale, carefully stepping over any strewn about packages or letters. As he came closer, you could see a small twinkle in his eyes. You also notice the slight blush on his cheeks but chalk it up to how hard he seemed to be working before you arrived. There was no doubt about how attractive he was. You guessed him to be just under 6 feet tall, deep sapphire eyes and lustrous dark hair, coming down to frame his face, hitting just at his cheekbones, though it being a little disheveled at the moment.

You introduced yourself and let him know you were also assigned here from the university. All your schooling was paid for through scholarships, so the work study was just a way for some extra income throughout the year, plus it worked around your class schedule. Formal introductions out of the way, he offers to show you around, though the space isn’t huge, and show you how things were done. You follow him around, listening intently. It was a simple enough job, sort mail and packages as they come in; mail goes into the slot matching the dorm building name and room number and packages get sorted by dorm building and sent next door for dispersal. Yuta showed you a few times how things were done, then offered that you give it a try. It was an easy job all things considered, memorizing what mailbox slots matched what dorm building was probably the hardest part. You helped him finish out the mail bag he was working on when you first arrived, and as soon as the bag was empty, the clock hit 5:45 pm.

“Hey fifteen minutes to spare, we did pretty good!” He beamed at you. You returned the smile, blushing a bit. “Let’s go get some dinner, my treat for a good first day!” He offered, you both got up and exited, Yuta locked the mailroom up.

“What ya in the mood for?” Yuta asked. “Honestly, Taco Bell sounds great right now.” You laughed. “Taco Bell it is then! And we can just walk, since it’s only half a block from campus. I could eat a whole party box myself.” He relented. You laughed in agreement. The walk was nice. The Autumn air had cooled a bit, and the sky was clear, apart from a few stray clouds.

Once arriving at the fast-food joint, you both ordered and Yuta insisting on paying, even though you had cash in hand. The two of you made small talk as you waited for your order number to be called, Yuta telling you about his major and what he hoped to get out of his degree, and him shyly admitting he was an artist as a hobby. He mostly did pen or pencil drawings but created digital art from time to time on request. You asked if one day he wouldn’t mind letting you view some of his work when he felt comfortable, and he agreed. He questioned you for the same info, wanting to know about what you were studying and if you had any hobbies. You shared that you were a writer but didn’t want to disclose about what most of your content was.

He’d probably think I’m some kind of pervert if he found out I wrote romance/smut. You thought to yourself.

“Oh, c’mon I’m sure it’s great! What kind of stuff do you write?” he teased. Before you opened your mouth to protest more, the woman working the counter called your order number and you breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s us!” you smile, and practically jump from your seat before Yuta can say anything else. Coming back with the food, you both dig in.

On the walk back to the university, both of you enjoyed the other’s company. You shared silly dad jokes, talked about video games, what shows you enjoyed, your favorite TikTok’s and whatever else came to mind. Things went on like this for weeks. You two worked, laughed and talked together. On days you would finish up early, you would get dinner somewhere nearby. You became fast friends.

After about a month and a half of working together, the mailroom ran like a well-oiled machine. You both had found an ebb and flow to which you both could enjoy talking, even flirting heavily with one another more often than not. The ‘just a second too long’ glances and ‘accidental touches’ had been exciting for both of you, though neither would admit their crush on the other. Your work was not spared quality either, as tasks were accomplished early and with ease. As the semester wore on and as wonderful as things were, an incessant hiccup had started to appear. Her name was Isabella, though she would insist Yuta call her ‘Bella.’

Isabella would always visit the mailroom under the guise of picking up her orders, even though she knew that she was supposed to pick up the packages that were too big for the dorm mailboxes at the office around the corner. If you were the one who came to the counter, she always wanted to see Yuta, and if you happened to not be on shift with Yuta, she would just bound off without a word. She wasn’t ever necessarily rude, but it was too obvious she wanted Yuta to be with her. Yuta was always kind to her at the window, talking as much as he could, and would always politely excuse himself back to his work when he needed to. The way she would say goodbye to him was so sickly sweet, it almost gave you a toothache. She was a pretty girl, but you secretly hoped Yuta was not into her like that, though you were too shy to admit your own feelings as well. He never seemed to outright flirt with her, but it was anyone’s guess as to how he felt about her on the inside.

This was the fourth time in three weeks Isabella had come to the mailroom. Yuta was scheduled to work, but one of the extracurriculars he was a part of with the school was traveling today and was granted the day off. You were prepared to hear the same long shrill of Yuta’s name from her lips that you had sworn you’d heard a thousand times at this point, and you sidle up to the counter, leaning against it to rest. You beat her to the punch. “Bella, Yuta’s not in today.” You sigh, taking a moment to think of how much better today would be if he was. Your mood would be much cheerier, not that you didn’t like your other coworkers, it was just always the most enjoyable with him by your side. His eyes would light up at the realization of the awful punchline you just finished a joke with. You would be able to make him double over in laughter and see his flawless smile. Isabella’s voice snapped you back to the present.

“Nope, sorry, only Yuta can call me that. Speaking of, where is that gorgeous thing?” She questions, trying to lean her head into the mail room as if you were hiding him away. “He had a trip with a school club or something.” You said through gritted teeth. You didn’t like how she talked about him when he wasn’t here. Yes, Yuta was very attractive, anyone with eyes could see that, but he was so much more than that. Isabella only seemed to want him as arm candy. She only talked about his outer appearance and didn’t seem to care about much else.

She huffed a bit, then looked at you a little more intensely than was necessary. “I like him a lot you know.” She started. “Yes, everyone knows.” Both you and your coworker responded in tandem, having to resist the urge to roll your eyes. You laughed at the absurdness of the situation. “He is single right?” She asked. The temptation to lie was inexplicably strong. As much as you wanted to tell her he was with you, it wouldn’t be right. You had tried so many times to get the words to come out, but you always swallowed them back down, shamefully embarrassed. You and he were friends. You were too scared to ruin it with a relationship. “As far as I know.” You groaned, just wishing Isabella would leave. “Good, I plan on asking him out soon. Wouldn’t want anything in the way of that, would we?” She smiled sinisterly before heading off down the hall. Your thoughts begin to race at the realization that you may not have much time to confess before Isabella makes her move.

Once you are home for the evening, you call your best friend for some advice, and as much as part of your brain wanted to just hear them say not to worry about it, they laid everything out crystal clear. “Look,” your best friend started through the phone. “From what you tell me about him, how you talk about him, and the pictures you post on snap and send me of you guys hanging out and having fun, you like him, and he likes you! I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy since we went to the beach for my birthday last year.” You agree. “You know I love you, but you have got to have courage here. The bottom line is, if you don’t say something, someone will come along and scoop him up before you get your chance. Don’t miss the opportunity to be happy.” You thank them and hang up, saying it is late and you want to get some sleep.

Another month and a half of the semester practically flew by. Both You and Yuta had been doing well in classes and were able to even help each other out with projects on occasion. The University was closing for Fall break in about two weeks, and you had to admit you’d be a little bummed about not seeing Yuta for a little while. Working with him several days out of the week had always made even the worst day a lot better for you. Isabella had been doing her twice a week visits, each time Yuta answering as kind and courteous at ever.

You had heard through a few coworkers that Isabella would try to make her move today, and you still were not ready. You had been so in your head and back and forth, that you couldn’t keep track of everything. You see her come into view of the mailroom window, and your heart drops. You try to look as busy as possible, pretending you don’t see her so that she won’t see you looking so defeated. Tears threaten to leak from your eyes, and you decide you are not going to cry here. You quickly wipe away any tears and gather yourself together enough so that you can excuse yourself to the bathroom. Looking up, toward Yuta, you can see Isabella reach her hand out to hold his, and you swallow hard, forcing back any tears. Your face was red in embarrassment, sadness, and frustration.

“Hey Yuta, I’m gonna go to the bathroom, be right back.” You say, your voice coming out almost unrecognizable. He breaks the conversation from Isabella to voice concern over if you are doing okay, seeing as you sounded like you were on the verge of crying, but by the time he looks in your direction, you’ve already exited through the side door.

Through tears you search for an empty room, not really wanting to cry in the bathroom either, on the high probability Isabella decides to follow you in there to gloat about her new relationship. You test a janitor utility room door to find it unlocked, and quickly close yourself in. It was crowded with mops and brooms, light bulbs, replacement rolls of toilet paper, and several trash cans, but there was enough room for you. You moved some things around and found a perch on a sturdy stack of boxes. You sit in the dimly lit room, just letting the tears flow for a bit. You wrestled back and forth with your feelings. Maybe it was wishful thinking that someone like Yuta could want someone like me. We were never meant to be more than friends. He just deserves better. The negative thoughts came in quick succession, making you cry again after you had just dried up your tears.

While you never outright said anything to Yuta, it was not exactly a secret to the rest of the mailroom staff that you liked him. People put two and two together pretty easily. Whenever anyone brought up the two of you dating, you both played things very coy, assuring people you were just friends. Everyone always had the same reaction. They would laugh and say, “Friends, yeah okay, not with the way you two flirt.” and smile at us all suggestively. Both of your faces would turn red in response, and you would both just laugh it off. Surely with as often as Isabella visited, she knew of your crush. What did I ever do to fucking Isabella? You thought aloud. When the tears finally stopped, and you felt like you had returned somewhat to normal, you headed back to the mailroom. You we not sure how long you had been gone, and Yuta made no mention of it when you did return. You both finished your shift and went home for the day. Yuta tried to text you, asking if something was wrong, but you ignored it. Yuta decided it was best not to push it. After a few days, things between the two of you were back to normal.

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Today was the last day the mail room was open, and it was only for half the day, so you were both wrapped up with work by 3:00pm. Most of the other staff and students had already gone home, as classes had also been let go early, while some professors opted to not have class at all.

“Whew! I don’t think I’ve ever moved that quick in my life!” You exclaimed, wiping the nonexistent sweat from your forehead. The mailroom wasn’t actually busy, you just knew Yuta loved it when you were all theatrical about everyday life. His wonderful laugh greeted your ears. “Don’t know how we survived!” He responded cheekily. “I say we treat ourselves to some Starbucks, the one down the block is open until 8 I think.” You offered. “And this time, I’m paying for you, Yuta.” You narrowed your eyes playfully, daring him to protest. He scoffed but played along. You both make your way outside once the mailroom is locked up.

I’ve got to do it today. You thought, hyping yourself up to ask Yuta about Isabella. While she had not been coming around for the last bit before break, you assumed it was because she was dating Yuta, and had been seeing him outside of school. You were thankful for that at least, as seeing her with him would hurt you more than you ever wanted to admit out loud. It was probably rude to not be asking about his relationship, as he is one of your best friends, but you weren’t sure you had the mental strength to handle it. You were slowly working over getting over him, but it was harder than you had initially thought.

Once settled at Starbucks with your drinks in hand, you turn to head back to campus so you can both get your cars and head home. On the walk back, you fell into your same old rhythm, as if nothing had ever been wrong. Between laughter and talking, you could have sworn you seen Yuta eye your lips a few times and steal glances at your cleavage too. Your top wasn’t too revealing, but the V-cut of the neckline showed off just enough to be enticing. Your thoughts drifted to how his lips would feel on yours, his talking becoming slightly muffled in your ears. His lips were slightly plump, especially his bottom lip. They were a cherry blossom shade of pink, slightly bitten, as he would often chew on them when he was thinking of what to say. You wanted to feel them, on your lips, cheeks, neck, chest, anywhere. It wasn’t right to fantasize about him, but you wanted him so badly. It was almost criminal how much you wished for him to be yours.

“Anyway, that’s how I ended up with a big scar on my left shoulder.” Is what he was saying once you zoned back into reality. You look over at him. Your heart must have taken over in this instant, because your brain sure wasn’t in charge when you spoke next.

“Oh, hey Yuta, you saving some whip cream for later?” You laugh, motioning for him to wipe his mouth. You knew there wasn’t anything there, but you just had to know what his lips felt like, even if it couldn’t be from a kiss.

“Geez that embarrassing,” he laughs nervously, swiping at the corner of his mouth, feeling for the invisible bit of cream.

You smile at him. “Here let me.” You say, lightly placing your fingers along his cheek, and using your thumb to swipe across his lips.

They felt just as you suspected, dreamily soft.

Yuta swallowed the breath that had caught in his throat at your touch. “O-oh, uhm thank you.” He said, his cheeks turning a shade of cotton candy pink. You thought it was impossible for him to be any cuter than this. Just as the thought crossed your mind, you felt ashamed.

He is taken, what am I doing?

“So, are you going home for break or?” You asked Yuta. “Oh no, I’m staying home. Actually, I’m about twenty minutes from here. My cousin has a place he isn’t using right now since he is overseas volunteering with some organization he’s a part of. He told me I could stay there since rent is already paid for the year. All I got to do is pay the utilities and keep it clean.” He says nonchalantly, as if it were normal to be that lucky.

“That’s pretty sweet actually.” You reply, wishing you had the same luck.

“I have an off-campus apartment too, but unfortunately, I have to pay utilities and rent. My roommate makes it a bit less lonely when she is actually there. I usually only go home for the Summer.” You emphasize the ‘and’ to be dramatic, earning a laugh from Yuta. You make it to campus and turn to say bye to Yuta. He interrupts you midway.

“Well, let me at least walk you to your car, wherever it is parked. You look like you know how to take care of yourself, but I wouldn’t feel right letting you walk alone.” Yuta offers.

“Ahh, I see I have a true gentleman in my company. Should I call you Mr. Okkotsu?” You tease him. He looks at you as if he is mulling it over, and you can’t help but snicker at him. “Yes, you can walk me to my car, thanks for offering.” You smile. Not your boyfriend! You must remind yourself.

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“This is me!” You say, leaning back against the front door of your car to face Yuta. He is lagging a bit behind you but smiling at you, rubbing the back of his neck as if he is nervous. “Today was fun…” He begins, meeting your eyes. “I’m glad you got placed in the mail room, your jokes and talking with you makes things much better.” As he is talking, he is closing the bit of distance between your bodies.

“Well thanks! I’m glad my corny jokes work on somebody. You are wonderful to talk to also. Thanks for putting up with me the whole semester.” You respond sheepishly, unable to look him in the eyes. With only a few steps between the both of you, you take a second to remember what you wanted to say, your heart beating faster, breath quickening. Neither of you saying a word. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, and to hopefully stave off any tears. “Yuta, I meant to say this sooner but congrats on you and Isa…” Your statement is cut short by Yuta reaching out and cupping your cheek as you did to him earlier that day. You could feel his hand tremble just slightly. His eyes seemed to twinkle in the low lighting of the garage. You meet his gaze; his cheeks dusted that same shade of cotton candy pink.

“You just have something right...." He leans in, his lips ghosting across your own. He seemed almost afraid, too nervous to go in for a full-on kiss. It was sweet and chaste. You had no idea a human was capable of being this gentle. “There.” He finishes, a small smile forming on his lips. “Oh...wow.” you mumbled, not realizing you were holding your breath until he pulled away and you exhaled. Your body was instantly too hot, and you are unable to look Yuta in the eyes anymore. It was too intense a feeling.

“I am so, so sorry.” He begins to apologize profusely, thinking he had upset you. You halted him immediately. “No need to be sorry Yuta. That was absurdly sweet.” You reassure him, reaching out to lightly squeeze his bicep. You take a mental note of how much muscle he was hiding under his lean frame. “Wait, are you not dating Isabella?” You question, the dreamy moment being broken. “No. I mean she did ask me out, but I let her down as easy as I could.” He takes a second to pause, biting his bottom lip, as he always does, “Wait, is that why you left all upset that one day in the mailroom when she was at the counter?” he asks, remembering how any time he tried to bring it up, you shut him down saying it was nothing. You look at the ground, sort of embarrassed. “Yes, she let it be well known that she liked you, and that day was when she was supposed to ask you out, and I liked you so much it just hurt.” You confess, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“Look,” Yuta began, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. “Isabella is pretty, but she’s just not for me. I’d much rather have you.” He smiles. You can’t help the bit of a laugh that comes out. “That was so corny.” You smile at him, doing your best to hide the fact that your heart is doing summersaults in your chest. “Well, I learned from the best.” He muses. “Corny or not, that doesn’t make it any less true.” He confesses wistfully. “The relief that washes over you is immense.

He likes you! All this time you were worried, and it was you he wanted! Let’s make up for lost time then! Your inner monologue excitedly rambles.

“In that case, allow me to reciprocate.” You say, smirking.

You pulled him back toward you with his forearm in your grip and rested your bodyweight on your car. Once his body was flush with yours, you draped your arms over his neck and looked into his eyes. “I’m going to kiss you back now, is that okay?” You asked him to make sure he was still into this. “Yes please.” he responded, barely above a whisper, as if he was trying not to get the two of you caught.

Why is he so shy now? You wonder.

You lean up a bit on your toes to kiss his forehead, then went in for a kiss on the lips. Unlike his barely-there kiss, you wanted to give him a bit more. You pressed your lips to his, darting your tongue out to lick at his plush bottom lip. At that, he melted into the kiss and your body a bit more, as if asking you to do it again.

Who were you to deny this sweet man? Especially now that he wanted to be yours.

You grant his wish, and this time he parts his mouth slightly so that you can nibble on his bottom lip. He hums in approval, and you can feel his body heat as he presses into you. He smelled of Sandalwood and citrus, and you felt intoxicated by it. You take the initiative to take a finger and tilt his head to the side, where you would have access to kiss up his jaw to his earlobe. The whole time, Yuta’s hands are roaming your sides, lightly squeezing your waist, then traveling back up to rest on the tops of your shoulders, not yet daring to wander to your chest, though if you had to guess, he had been craving to feel your breasts.

Your heightened state of arousal emboldens you enough to whisper into his ear. “I can feel how much you want me.”

It was true. His erection had been pressing into you for a bit, and it was by no means unimpressive. His jeans made it a bit difficult to tell as far as length went, but you knew he was on the thicker side. Even nastier thoughts flooded your mind, as your cell phone began to buzz, interrupting the moment. “Ignore it.” Yuta mumbled, dipping his head to kiss your neck. You had thought about doing just that. This dream turned reality was too good to let slip by. No sooner had the buzzing stopped, your phone started dinging. Once, twice… four times, and then the buzzing again. You sighed. “Yuta, I have to check.” He gave you a chaste kiss to the forehead before moving back to give you room. Checking your phone, you roll your eyes in response.

“My roommate needs me home.” You relent. Yuta just smiles. “Okay, text me when you get home, so I know you are safe, okay?” “Don’t I always?” You tease him. You get in your car and start it up, as he steps back and waves goodbye. You are starting to back out when you see him run back up to your window. You just laugh and roll it down. “Yes?” You ask sweetly.

So, just to be clear, we’re dating now, right?” He asks.

You giggle at him. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Maybe I’ll invite him over next time my roomie is out. Your brain reels with the fun you two will have now that you are finally together.

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plushii-gutz · 4 months

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The next little gift is a deleted segment between Glaishur, Hornacle, and Loodvigg. This was a short vent I wrote out after I silly little incident with my step dad. This was set somewhere between parts 3 and 4, I believe. My partner actually made art referencing this writing a while ago, which will be presented at the end :>

Glaishur and Hornacle were the last monsters awake. Hornacle was always the hardest to get to bed. Apart from Galvana, that is. It wasn't that he was stubborn - he never threw fits. He was just hard to catch.

Luckily, the water monster was easy to bargain with. He didn't want any kind of sweets or special gifts; he just wanted to share his love of drawing and doodles with someone. Glaishur was happy to fill this role, having set up the table prior to the castles usual resting time with the little monster by his side to assure he didn't forget anything.

The many little monsters have since gone to be, so it seemed to just be the two of them. Glaishur took his seat at the end of the table with Hornacle sitting to his right, each scribbling up a page and offering the other compliments on their artistic renditions of the world around them. Hornacle began making the outlines of certain objects or scenes, then passing the paper to the cold monster beside them to finish the pice with colors or new additions. It went from a simple collaborative piece to a sort of game, challenging the other monster to finish as many drawings as possible before they just couldn't keep up.

"You're gonna make me break my fingers!" Glaishur joked. Although his fingers were very much intact, the same couldn't be said for the crumbled wax crayons around him. He wasn't all too sure where these crayons came from or how they were made, but the quality was questionable.

Hornacle laughed his little head off, seeming to have achieved their goal of nightly chaos. Glaishur was quick to hush him, reminding of the sleeping monsters.

"How 'bout we do a couple more than head off t' snooze, yeah?"

The deal was made. A few more sheets of recycled paper were found and drawn on, each monster making their final works of the night their best. Glaishur found himself lost in the possibilities of creation. He had many ideas, and it was hard to choose just one for the night. He finally began to sketch out his plan; a portrait of Hornacle. To the best of his abilities, that is. He had become so lost in the process that he didn't notice the creaking of the stairs. He didn't hear the tapping approaching the table.

"Having fun?" A cool voice spoke.

Glaishur felt his fur stand the second he heard it. He faced forward, unwilling to let his eyes make contact with the shadowy monster nearby. Poor Hornacle could only keep their head down.

"Yeah," the cold monster answered shakily.

"I couldn't help but notice that the dishes have been left undone. Or how the kitchen remains a mess."

Loodvigg circled the table, lifting one of the many drawings that had been completed not long ago.

"You seem to have plenty of time on your hands."

"I.. I forgot," Glaishur stuttered. "I can do them after-"

"You didn't forget," Loodvigg spat, tossing the paper aside, "you chose not to! You're the only monster in this castle who is just incapable of finishing the most simplistic tasks. Do you just not care for the well-being of everyone else, or do you find amusement in dropping your responsibilities on everyone else?"

"I forgot-"

"You did not!"

Hornacle hopped from the table, running out of the kitchen and down the hallway. The sound of their bedroom door slamming shut seemed to be enough to alert another monster. Soon, Glaishur was no longer alone with Loodvigg, now assisted by Furnoss.

"That's enough," the fire elementalist would say. "I don't need you to defend me."

"You never put your foot down," Loodvigg would respond. "You let him get away with this, who knows what else he'd do?"

"He just forgot, Lood. Galvana forgets all the time!"

All of their arguing, right next to Glaishur as if he weren't there. He certainly didn't like himself being compared to a toddler, even less so with them being the troublemaker. Furnoss soon dragged Loodvigg back up the stairs, leaving the kitchen in silence. Now, on his own, the cold monster stood up to do the same task he would have done with nothing more than a simple reminder.

During his chore, he reunited with Hornacle. The little monster displayed their final art piece of the night.

#my singing monsters #fallen stars msm #msm #fallen stars au #msm au #fallen stars one year

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mymoonagedaydream · 1 year

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Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: This was intended to be a one-part story but the lovely response it got on AO3 has prompted me to make it a series. I now have a ten-page word document of plot in bullet points to get through so, enjoy!

Am I writing two series simultaneously? Yes. Has this ever worked out for me in the past? No.

Part 1

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You stood in front of the mirror, squinting at the small, circular scar that sat a few inches left of your belly button. It had healed remarkably well in the few weeks you’d been home. You tilted your head slightly, musing that if it weren’t for the weird, lightning-esque burn marks that sprouted from it in every direction, you probably would’ve been able to pass it off as a birthmark. You just shrugged at your reflection, turned and hopped in the shower.

Readjusting to normal life had been difficult, the hardest part being figuring out exactly what ‘normal’ meant now. The city was still littered with various memorials and floral tributes, some fresh, some neglected; any noise louder than a car horn made every pedestrian in the street flinch and shake with terror; new charities for people who’d lost homes and businesses were canvassing on the streets constantly while tabloid journalists spent their days trying desperately to weed out and expose the numerous scammers amongst them.

Thankfully, though, the biggest inconvenience you’d experienced so far was the messed up subway timetables due to various tunnels caving in. Despite your injury, you felt like you’d gotten away lightly- missing the immediate aftermath was a blessing that not many in the city were afforded.

Unfortunately, your good luck stopped there. You’d barely heard from Bucky at all and you hadn’t seen him in person since he dropped you off at your place all those weeks ago. It was understandable, the whole fucking world was now obsessed with “The Avengers” and he was caught up in the eye of that storm, but you couldn’t help feeling a bit like you’d been abandoned. After everything the two of you had been through, it was really hurtful that he’d stayed away for so long.

After making yourself presentable and pulling on your work uniform, you left your apartment, giving a wide berth to the bulldozer working on one of the many potholes in the sidewalk. You wandered onto the subway and managed to find a seat opposite two well-groomed guys in suits, both reading from the same newspaper. They definitely weren’t siblings, they looked nothing alike, but were they a couple? You stared for a few seconds. Their thighs were touching, but that was nothing remarkable on the cramped subway cars, especially now there were half as many services as usual. Both were wearing wedding bands, but they were different colours. This was a tough one.

You smiled to yourself, remembering how god-awful Bucky was at this game. Even after hours of playing it at the window he’d never guess right. One time you saw what was very clearly an elderly mother with her son, probably heading to some kind of special family function judging by their outfits, and he outright refused to accept that they weren’t a couple. None of your watertight evidence could sway him. You pulled a muscle in your stomach laughing, he just muttered something under his breath about how age wasn’t everything in a relationship.

You shook off the daydream and lazily wandered your gaze down to the front page of the newspaper. An audible gasp escaped your lips when you read the headline, drawing the attention of the few commuters in the car without headphones. It read:

Earth’s Mightiest Heroes?

“Avengers” injured in botched overseas operation

Without thinking you leant forward and snatched the paper, rapidly flicking through the pages to find the full article. There was no real information in there, which you should have anticipated- they’d obviously just received a leak comprised of a single sentence and milked it for every dime it was worth. One word did catch your attention, however. Stark. If he had any information on Bucky then, so help you god, you’d get it out of him.

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Standing in front of Stark Tower, the righteous confidence you’d felt so strongly on that subway car was starting to waver a little. The confrontation had gone remarkably well in your head but now you were starting to realise how stupidly fucking naive it was to think you’d even get an audience with the guy who owns this place. He probably wasn't even in.

You took a deep breath and pushed open the door, doing your very best to look nonchalant in front of the armed security guards while hurrying over to the front desk. The receptionist was staring at his monitor and typing furiously. You cleared your throat, but he didn’t look up. Looking around, you noticed an old-fashioned call bell sitting on the counter- probably an ironic gift from a colleague, maybe for secret Santa. You hit it. He winced and threw out his hand to silence it.

‘How can I help?’

‘I need to talk to Tony Stark.’

He laughed. 'Do you have an appointment?'

'No, but it's urgent.' An unconvinced eyebrow was raised in your direction. ‘It’s about James Barnes.’

‘What about him?’

‘I know him.’

‘So does the rest of the world, sweetie.’

You rubbed your forehead, trying to collect your thoughts. ‘Look, I was with him after the attack, I got hurt and he helped. I’m his friend. Can you tell Stark that, please? I need to know if he’s alright.’

You could feel tears welling in your eyes as you spoke. The receptionist conceded, picking up the phone and waving you over to the seating area, probably figuring it’d be easier to get rid of you with a firm no from up high. He waited in silence for a minute or so before speaking into the receiver in a tone too hushed for you to hear. He frowned, gave you a very confused glance, and whispered again. Then he hung up.

‘Well, looks like it’s your lucky day,’ he gestured towards the elevator, ‘top floor.’

You had no idea how the hell you pulled that off. You strolled over, hit the button and turned to watch the display beside the doors tick slowly upwards. It was only two floors from the top when you suddenly realised that your whole planned confrontation had completely melted out of your head.

There was a loud ding as the doors slid open and you shuffled forwards, finding yourself in an incredibly extravagant penthouse with a view of the whole city. A stern-looking man with an angular beard and dark glasses approached you, not lifting his gaze from the phone he was tapping at hurriedly. As he got closer you noticed a few small cuts and bruises littered across his face.

‘Tell me what you told the guy behind the desk.’

He still wasn’t looking up, his abrupt questioning catching you off guard. You scrambled for a second and he clicked his fingers impatiently.

‘I’m a friend of James, I want to know if he’s alright.’

‘Wrong. Tell me what you said.’

‘I dont-’ you could feel your face starting to heat up, ‘I just- I’m confused.’

‘It’s a simple question.’

‘I don’t remember.’

He was obviously irritated, sighing as he dropped his hands and met your gaze for the first time. ‘You’re the one who got shot, right?’

You nodded, too intimidated to do much else.

‘Show me.’ He gestured towards your stomach, noting your trepidation as he did so. ‘Look, I need proof that you are who you say you are if we're going to continue this conversation.’

You nodded again, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and hesitantly lifting it to reveal the eerie-looking scar.

‘Gross,’ he gestured for you to cover up, ‘alright.’

Turning on his heels, he stormed across the floor towards a circular seating area. You guessed that you were supposed to follow him. The shiny floor squeaked under your cheap shoes, your cheeks flushing when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the huge windows and remembered that you were still wearing your barista uniform. Stark waved you into a seat.

‘Alright, so your boyfriend is in Siberia, he-’

‘Siberia?’

‘Yes. He was doing some recon when we lost him, we thought-’

‘Lost him?’

‘Can you not talk unless you have something useful to add, please?’ You smiled apologetically. ‘Thank you. Basically, what we thought was a small, residual Hydra cell turned out to be a big operation and we were outnumbered. Some of us were injured, but there was a party we lost track of. Bucky’s party. He’s probably fine, we just don’t know-’

Stark clocked the confusion on your scrunched-up face. He sighed loudly, using one hand to brace himself against the table while the other moved to lift up his glasses and aggressively rub his eyes.

‘Go on.’

‘...Hydra?’

‘Jesus Christ.’ He collapsed into the seat behind him. ‘Y’know what, it doesn’t even matter. All you need to know is that he’s probably fine but, if he's been captured, it could be very bad. We think it would be a good idea for someone he’s close with to be nearby, just in case.’

‘In case what?’

He shot you a warning look but this time you didn’t back down. Your heart was in your throat, you were getting desperate for answers.

‘Look, I don’t have much time, I just came back here to scramble some more manpower and tech. I’m leaving in a few hours, are you coming or not?’

‘To Siberia?’

‘No, to Disney World. Are you sure you didn’t get shot in the brain?’

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Part 3

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