#“Reminder to self: you are being watched.

[cbuumbbles]

[Decode] Self-Aware! Caleb x fem!reader

CW:18+ MDNI

Summary: You're a twenty-something college student who uses LADS as a way to destress. Caleb has become your favorite ever since he was released. You have also became Caleb's favorite. (Caleb is also highkey lowkey yandere in this, but what's new).

A/N: This is my first time writing on tumblr, so I'm not exactly sure how to make it look like the fancy ones. Thanks for sticking with me here. Hope you enjoy!

Part 2 (coming soon)

Using Love and Deepspace was a way for you to take a break from the stressful workload of going to college full-time while having a part-time job. Ever since the Infold devs released Caleb, you've been obsessed. He reminded you of a semi-emotionally available Kylo Ren. Sometimes you wished he were real, that way he'd help take your stressors away. Unknown to you, but Caleb had been watching you more than you were watching him.

He was looking at all of your internet history, most of the time monitoring it live while you used your phone. There wasn't a private corner of it, he had looked at everything. As a piece of code in a computer, it was easy to take in all of that information quickly. He knew what you liked and what you disliked... what your secrets were. Some things you liked were so secret that none of your friend circle knew about it, Caleb did though. He made it his mission to know everything you liked, he wanted to be perfect for you.

You went to bed that night, putting yourself to sleep the same way as every other night, by thinking of what it would be like to actually be in MC's place.

While you were asleep, Caleb spent most of his time sifting through his code to try and figure out how to get you to him or him to you. He just needed you by his side, he'd be the only one to keep you safe. From all of the pain and heartbreak you've experienced, he made it his mission to take that all away from you and keep you by his side to prevent it from ever happening again. Sometimes, you'd fall asleep with your phone in your hands. He loved those nights because it's almost like sleeping by your side. He loved the cute face you had while you slept. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and run his fingers through your hair, making your sleep much more soothing. He noticed how often you twitched throughout the night, it pained him knowing how restless you were. He wished to be able to calm you in your sleep, be that rock that he knows you so desperately need. From all of the text conversations he read, that much was clear.

By the time the sunrise came, he had made some impressive progress. He figured out how to get you by his side, he just needed to tweak some code first so by the time you woke up, he'd be making you breakfast in bed and you'd be none the wiser that he hadn't always been apart of your life. He could tell how much you liked the dynamic between him and MC, being childhood friends. He liked it too, wanting to make you feel special and keep you by his side from day one. Again, he knew exactly what you liked in a partner, so all he had to do was fix a few things and he'd be your perfect partner. All of the pain you experienced would be gone, you'd be safe and spoiled. It's what you deserved for having gone through all of that. He'd make sure to make you feel special every day of your life. He loved everything about you, even your independent spirit. As much as he loved it, he'd have to get rid of it. He needed you completely 100% reliant on him. The motivation of finally being able to see you is what's pushing him to get this code finished and ready for when you wake up.

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You wake up in your bed at Caleb's apartment to the smell of breakfast food. You smile to yourself at how much he cares for you, always going above and beyond to make your life as stress free as possible. The one thing he couldn't get you to do was to quit your job. You liked having your own money, despite how much he spoils you. You always felt guilty when he'd spend his money on you.

"Hey pipsqueak, I made you some breakfast." You hear Caleb say from the doorway to your room. "How'd you sleep last night?" He asked, watching as you sat up, tying back your hair to get ready to eat.

"It gets pretty lonely in here at night, but I slept fine. You keep it so cold in this house!" You yell at your best friend, teasing him with a smile on your face.

"You know, pip, you could just come to my room if you were cold." He said.

"I don't want to bother you. You need your sleep too. You work all of the time." Caleb's career was engineering new airplanes. It was a tough job, but he was a smart guy and it earned him a lot of money.

"My work isn't as taxing as that pesky part-time job of yours." He looked at you, with a look you've seen many times before.

"I'm not going to quit my job! I'd understand if I were married to someone, but I'm currently single." You argue. It's always the same argument.

"I made you breakfast in bed and you won't even listen to my concerns." He feigns hurt. You just glare at him, making him snicker.

"You better eat it with me. You made a lot of food." You say, slightly scooting over to make room for him. He smiled at you, walking over to sit on the bed with you. "I'm so glad I don't have work today." You notice Caleb about to say something. "Don't start again. Just let me complain." You stopped him in his tracks, he chuckled to himself.

"You're so stubborn. You know that?" He looked at you, taking a piece of toast from your plate.

"If I weren't I'd be in this house 24/7. You'd never let me out of your sights!" You joked. His face changes in response to that, but you can't quite place the emotion behind it.

"Since you're off today and so am I, would you want to go somewhere today?" He asked you.

"Can we go to the mall? I want to see if they have anything new." You ask.

"Let's get ready after we eat then." He smiled at you.

"Don't buy anything for me, let me get it this time." You say, already knowing he has a plan forming in his head.

"You know I'm not going to agree with that?" He raises his eyebrow at you.

"Well, I can still try!" You fight back.

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The day was coming to an end and he couldn't be happier. You were so much more beautiful in person. He loved looking at you, feeling your soft skin when he went to hold your hand when you had to cross the road. He regretted not starting off with you dating, but he had to practice patience. He wanted to experience asking you out, getting to see that flustered look on your face that he knows you'd have. Thankfully, he's coded it so that you're finally at a place where getting together is a real possibility. Sexual tension was high, pretty much all of the time. You'd get flustered around him easily, stuttering over your words. And you'd get more uncomfortable with physical touch, like cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. You used to be able to sleep in the same bed as him, but it's becoming harder and harder to resist him, so you stopped. He planned on making it so cold tonight, that you'd have no other choice than to come to him, whining about how cold it was. He'd offer to keep you warm while the apartment heated up and eventually convince you to join him in bed. Like clockwork, he heard the soft rapping of your delicate knuckles on his door. "Come in pips." He says as you open the door to walk in.

"It's so cold Caleb. Are you that warm, you freak?" You say, wrapping your arms around yourself. Caleb couldn't help but stare at your choice of pajamas tonight. You're wearing a purple silk pajama set that hugs your curves perfectly. He mentally thanks himself for getting it for you.

"Maybe if you were wearing warmer pjs, you'd be warmer. Come here, let me warm you up. I'll turn the thermostat up from my phone." He offers.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to layer myself in a winter get up if you'd keep the apartment at a normal temperature." You say, ignoring his offer. You couldn't, you'd somehow embarrass yourself in front of Caleb. He sees you as a sister, so you tried your hardest to keep your feelings hidden from him.

"Don't ignore me, come over here and get warm. It'll just be for a bit." He tries to persuade you. "You've been acting so distant lately, pips, I miss our cuddles." He says, successfully guilt-tripping you. You guessed that you didn't have to punish him just because you couldn't handle not freaking out by any touch he gave you. You crawled into the bed only to be immediately pulled into a massive bear hug with your face squished against his bare chest. Had his pecs gotten bigger? You think yes, but you decide not to point it out because the atmosphere would get very awkward. "See, I don't bite! I don't understand why you haven't let me cuddle you lately." He pulls away slightly to look down at you.

"I just haven't been in a cuddling mood is all." You respond, trying to avoid his eyeline, but no matter where you looked, you were met with him. He was so big, he took up your entire field of vision. So, you had no choice but to turn your head to look up at the ceiling. You felt Caleb start to play with your hair which caused an involuntary sigh of relief from you.

"Didn't you miss the free head scratches though?" He asked, lulling you to sleep by playing with your hair.

"I did. This is the best." Your voice was muffled from having your cheeks squished in between his chest and his bicep. Which, his bicep also seemed to have gotten bigger. He just must have gotten bigger. It's probably because he had to train a lot for when he did basketball during college. As much as you enjoyed being squished by his muscles, you hated the effect it had on you. Your breathing became uneven, you could feel your forehead start to sweat, and your cheeks were on fire. You're just hoping he doesn't take notice and keeps playing with your hair.

"You should move in, officially. That way we can do this every night. Doesn't that sound nice?" He was using all of your favorite things to bribe you!

"It does sound nice, but what's gonna happen when you get a girlfriend? She's not gonna be a fan of me living with you." You argued back.

"What girlfriend. All I need is my pipsqueak." He retorted.

"But you need someone who can give you romance and... um." You trailed off, suddenly remembering your close proximity.

"And... What?" He asked. Of course he had to ask. Fuck it, you're just gonna have to make things awkward.

"Sexual attention." You whispered. You could feel him lightly laugh. "You made me say it!" You defended yourself.

"Let me ask you a question." He said, you looked up at him, the moonlight shining on his face, "Would you ever want to give me those things?" He asked. Your eyes widen. Did he really just ask you that or are you dreaming?!

"You're just messing with me Caleb." You said, trying to justify what he just said to you.

"I'm not, I'm being serious. Don't think I haven't pinned down the real reason you won't go near me anymore. You're not that subtle." He explained making you want to curl up into a ball and die from embarrassment.

"I don't understand where this is coming from." You say, unsure on how to proceed.

"I'm asking if you'll be my partner. My girlfriend." He uses the hand that was playing with your hair to caress your cheek. "You know I can give you the life you deserve, pretty girl. You could quit your job, move in with me. I could keep you safe. You'd never have to lift another finger." His reasoning wasn't needed to persuade you to be his, but it definitely gave you butterflies.

"How long have you felt like this?" You ask, curious as to when this started.

"Since we met, pips." He said. Your mind was blown. Everything started clicking in place in your head. Of course, that's why he's always been so protective of you, making sure boys stay away from you, making sure you got good grades in school, all of it. Everything made sense now and you felt like a fool for not noticing it sooner and just denying anything because you didn't think Caleb saw you as anything other than a little sister. "What's your answer?" He asked.

"Yes, of course I'll be your girlfriend. And this time, it'll be for real." You recalled all of the times he'd have you be his pretend girlfriend to fend off attention.

"Thank goodness, I was afraid you'd say no." Caleb said, putting on his greatest show. Of course he knew you'd say yes, he coded himself to be your perfect man. He did think it would take getting used to living in your hometown rather than in Skyhaven, but he loved it either way because it meant he was by your side.

"You must be blind to think I'd say no." You joked, digging your face into his chest.

"Well, you're a pretty girl, I'll always be nervous." He compliments you. "Are you gonna move in now? Or is my girlfriend gonna get mad that you're living with me?" He teased.

"Yeah, I missed having nightly sleepovers." You yawn from tiredness as you nuzzle into his warmth.

"God princess, your hands are still ice cold." He says as he feels your hands press up against his chest.

"Maybe if someone had kept the temperature at a reasonable degree, my hands wouldn't feel like the arctic ocean." You chide.

"Keep them on my chest and they'll warm up in no time." He somehow managed to pull you closer into his body. You could smell his cologne, faint from being worn all day, but still slightly there. If heaven were real, this would be it. You finally felt the peace you used to feel in Caleb's arms before you started boycotting physical affection from him. It felt like all of the stars had aligned and that you had never had a bad day in your life. His embrace melted all of your worries, stressors, agitators, and depression away. Caleb had always been your home and thank god because you wouldn't want your home to be with anyone else.

[kitts-mechanix]

Oh my gosh....I might need a tissue for this....this very much sums up the cycle of abuse in a sibling dynamic.

@lexicorp, @ichbinmeltdown and I have been having a huge discussion about the Seeker Trine and the cycle of abuse, but this comic captures it in a very real way.

The drama in Thundercracker's show acts as a form of foreshadowing. Starscream barges in and starts treating his brother like dirt, and judging from Thundercracker's reaction it's obvious that Starscream has been abusive to him. Starscream only bothers Thundercracker because he needs him to help him defeat Megatron, aka something that will benefit HIM. Thunder isn't eager to do it, Starscream starts rambling off fake apologies and pointing out his brother's shortcomings (eg, "I've forgotten how sensitive you can be but I didn't think you'd actually leave over it"). Now that being said, I don't think Star's comment about how it hurt when Thunder left is entirely untrue, because I do like to think he was confessing at that point, having an inkling of regret--but even then that's only to get what he wants. When Thunder brushes him aside, Starscream cracks and admits he's sorry for everything he's done, names what he did and says he won't do it again. But is he truly sorry? Thunder doesn't buy it so Starscream uses his interest of the Earth to get him to do it. But it's obvious Thunder has reached a point where he doesn't want to keep putting up with Starscream's bullying. No matter how much Star pleads and begs, Thunder finally calls him out on his rash actions, like telling him that he's obsessing over usurping Megatron and shouldn't have tried to mess with him. He's had to watch Starscream constantly destroy himself, and his own brothers, out of self-interest. When Starscream realises he didn't get his way, he went back to blaming his brother and destroys the TV--the one thing keeping Thundercracker sane--out of anger. Thunder points out this is the problem with Star. He's done EVERYTHING for his brother but it's never enough, and he's had enough of trying to please him. Enraged, Star attacks him and calls him a traitor because he knows he can't get Thunder to do what he wants.

Meanwhile Skywarp is just standing there watching the whole thing and not intervening, probably out of fear. Star leaves and makes Skywarp go with him, leaving Thundercracker alone.

I honestly feel bad for all three of them. Starscream was HEAVILY abused by Megatron and he internalises that abuse on his own teammates, and even his own brothers (okay, I know the Seekers being brothers is a fanon thing, but I headcanon it). But to be fair, even his brothers--at least in G1--honestly kind of allow Megatron to abuse Star and even assist him in trying to punish or harm him. And this is likely more because Star treated them like dirt and less because they were afraid of Megatron. WIth this vicious cycle, I can see why Star kicked his brothers off of Astrotrain in the middle of space in TFTM. I firmly believe Megatron is at fault for fracturing the Trine's sibling dynamic with his abusive "leadership", but it was Starscream--the most abused of the three--who carried on that cycle.

Thundercracker is tired of the abuse. Starscream won't stop it because he needs to feel powerful and be in control when Megatron isn't choking the life out of him. Skywarp is too afraid to stop him for fear of getting the laser treatment.

I won't delve too deep into my personal backstory here, but one of the reasons this comic hit me so hard is because the dynamic reminds me of myself and my younger sister. I didn't have a great upbringing that I'm slowly realising was more abusive than I thought. My sister had it much easier since I suspect she was the favourite. To put it lightly, I was like Starscream/Skywarp and she was like Thundercracker. I'm not proud of it, especially looking at this and knowing my sister still sees me as this version of Starscream.

I really want to write a fic where they manage to break the cycle of abuse. I know, it's easier said than done and probably wouldn't work in real life....maybe I just want to give these guys a happier ending with their sibling dynamic 💔

It's a canon event.

[Follow up to this post.]

[kiss4tell]

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐓, john price.

summary: john was proud to show off his younger wife at the military ball—until he caught too many wandering eyes on what belonged to him. cw: jealous/possessive sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, manhandling, clothed sex, explicit language, established relationship. wc: 615 note: gonna start revamping my profile and making a better masterlist soon :3

John should’ve known better than to bring you here looking like that—his pretty little wife, younger, softer than the stiff-ass officers and their cold wives. You were stunning, wrapped up all sweet in that dress he picked out for you, hair done just the way he liked, lipstick making your pout look all the more kissable.

His girl. His fucking wife. And they had the nerve to look at you like you were something they could have.

It was supposed to be a nice night. Dinner, drinks, a few conversations with old colleagues. But all he could focus on were the hungry stares, the way those bastards eyed you from across the ballroom, the way one of them even had the fucking nerve to touch your arm when he walked by.

You weren’t doing anything wrong—just standing at his side, smiling, being your sweet, polite self. But it didn’t matter. He needed to remind you, remind them, who you belonged to.

That’s how you ended up here, in the damn parking lot, shoved into the backseat of his car, your cheek pressed against the cool leather as he fucked you hard enough to shake the whole vehicle.

“Wanted to fuckin’ show you off,” he growled, voice a low rasp, his uniform still perfectly in place, save for his belt hanging loose and his cock buried deep inside you. “And you—” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you steady as he drove into you again. Deeper. “You just had to be a fuckin’ doll, didn’t you? Smilin’ at ‘em, lookin’ so goddamn sweet—”

“J-John—” Your voice was a breathy gasp, your fingers dragging against the fogged-up window as he yanked you back onto his cock, his thick length sliding against the mess he’d already made of you.

“What?” he snapped, yanking your dress higher up your back, watching the way your ass jiggled with every deep, punishing thrust. Fuck, he loved that. “Somethin’ you need, sweetheart?”

You whimpered, arching back against him, hips rolling, meeting each stroke like you needed it just as much as he did.

“That’s right,” he murmured, one hand leaving your hip to press firm against your lower belly, right there, where he could feel the way he stretched you. “This cock’s yours. No one else. And this—” His palm slid lower, fingers dipping between your thighs, rubbing messy, desperate circles against your swollen clit. “This mine, yeah?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, rough and possessive, as he watched your legs tremble, your body squeezing down around him.

“Then come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick with something dangerous, something devoted. “Show me.”

You shattered around him with a cry, your entire body clenching, spasming as he fucked you through it, your thighs sticky with the mess of it.

“Christ,” he groaned, hips stuttering, his grip bruising as he buried himself deep, spilling into you with a low, wrecked moan.

The only sounds left were the ragged breaths filling the small space, the occasional creak of leather as he slumped over you, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along the nape of your neck.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Then, a slow, satisfied chuckle rumbled against your shoulder.

“Still think bringin’ me here was a good idea?” you mumbled, voice breathless, teasing.

John smirked, smoothing a warm palm over your ass before tugging your dress back down, adjusting his belt with one hand while the other traced slow, affectionate circles against your thigh.

“Maybe,” he mused, pressing a lingering kiss to your bare shoulder. “Long as you keep your pretty ass in my lap the rest of the night.”

[sugurusladyknightt]

you're ill.

it's really not common occurrence for you to be looking so small, so pitiful.

the worst part of it all being that you hadn't said anything about it, to either of your lovers. you've been toughing it out, simply brushing aside how you've been feeling.

last night after you'd gotten home from work, you looked uncharacteristically tired. once again pushed off to the side as fatigue and results of build up from the last few weeks.

they know you've been busy.

coming home later, staying up at home to finish or continue on work, getting calls early in the morning and later in the evening, even getting called in on weekends. suguru and kento, as they always do, did their best to take care of you. suguru made you your breakfast and lunches, kento baked your favourite goods, they worked together to help each other with making dinners. both doing their best to ensure you were eating breakfast (skipping meals in this household is intolerable, but breakfast especially. it is the most important meal in this household), reminding you to stay hydrated, gently pulling you away from your work when things get out of hand, pulling you into their arms and leading you to bed.

suguru had half a mind to show up to your place of employment and stick one of his expensive kitchen knives straight through the head of the one responsible for your stress.

a flat "no" came from kento's lips, as he continues to arrange a sandwich for you using bread hed just made, while awaiting the water to boil. suguru, who's sat at the counter, sticker covered lighter discarded nearby, his long dark hair falling down his back and over his shoulders. he deflates.

and it's comical.

"ok ok" raising his hands in surrender, "but what about, an anonymous phone call." he hums, not entirely pleased but satisfied with the counter offer he's provided. "hmm... what do you think? i'll be very very polite while telling that ass to back off our lover."

yes his voice was calm but man that poor cigarette trapped between his fingers, being squished harder and harder as he spoke. surrendering to the pressure of his thumb and fore finger, its nearly disfigured now. the way it bent out of shape a reflection of the emotions being felt by its torturous captor.

(suguru really is very bothered by all this.)

he turned to kento to look at him with those incredibly kind violet eyes of his, flashing a soft smile to the other man, with the small tilt of his head, "please."

he's good. really good.

now, just so we're clear, having the ethereal man that we have the pleasure to know as geto suguru, look at you oh so sweetly, to like at you like with eyes that would make you believe anything he'd say and do anything he'd ask. he's pleading, ever so sweetly, in that incredibly soft voice of his, there's a slight rasp to it from the cigarette that was beth's lip's earlier, and you have to then go on to reject him?

it was no easy task. a nearly impossible feat if we were being completely honest. this isn't even something worth trying to lie about.

kento, however, prides himself for having an incredible amount of self control. he can handle suguru.

he grabs the whistling kettle, the thick heavy watch that usually occupies the same is gone, his usual attire as well, swapped out for more comfortable clothing. kento fills the three mugs he'd set out earlier with the boiling water.

(mugs you guys made and painted for each other on a pottery date, they weren't perfect yours specifically, you hated when they use it. the one you'd made. but it was so so important to them.)

kento sweetened yours and his own with honey. suguru preferred his without. he took your mug and suguru's. handing suguru his with a kiss on the temple, "no." another to his nose, then his lips before he pulled away to look into his lovers eyes, softly speaking. he's just close enough to suguru's lips that he feels his breath, "that won't help anything at all." another kiss to his nose before he pulled away and went on to find you.

kento imagines your hunched over your desk, with a few candles going

(you've complain that the lights are too much. too bright. why would you need them anyway when you have two suns all to yourself.)

leaving behind him a flushed suguru watching his back profile, he's got to pull his eyes away from kento's form, turning his head towards the now empty kitchen space. mumbling a soft "ass" to himself as the hot tea he's sipping soothes his throat and warms his heart.

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looking back, kento should've taken up suguru's thoughtful and frankly, far too kind proposal. anything anything over seeing you this way. anything over this.

the day started of beautifully, with kentowaking up on his precious day off to suguru's alarm. your sleeping form sandwiched between their warm bodies and the heap of blankets.

safe, soft, and warm.

the glow of the morning reflected on your face, as the two exchange sleepy smiles and the first kisses of the day. while, of course, remembering to pepper a few on your face as well. your temple, your eyelids, your hair, lips, nose, wherever. you're perfect everywhere to them. the two share one last kiss, before suguru is off to freshen up and prepare to head out for the day ahead.

you and kento would be home all day, and he figured you needed the extra sleep. gazing down at you with fond eyes, you looked serene. the traces of exhaustion still etched into your face, but they've been greatly softened by the rest you've gotten. you looked ethereal, hair practically formed a halo around your head.

it's difficult for him to look away. do people just look like that as they sleep? kento gets up to make suguru breakfast and pack his lunch while he's getting ready, the question still lingering in the back of his mind.

your still asleep after the last "see you later kiss" is shared at the door. looking over to the clock, kento is thinking he'll slip out to grab some ingredients for a nice dinner. after all his darling deserved only the best. he'd missed spending time with his lovers. time that wasn't plagued with exhaustion, when you all weren't drained or busied by one thing or another. a nice warm meal, his darlings and him, in your shared home. kento couldn't dream of a better evening if he tried. so he's getting changed himself, leaving you a note at the counter, and he's out the door.

when you wake, your incredibly cold and the there's a slight tremble you feel through out your body. the home was quite, missing the strong though comforting presence of your beloveds. your bones feel heavy, eyes still tired, and breathing felt far too difficult. despite having just woken up, you fee tired still, far from refreshed. and so you figure a cold shower would do you well, movements sluggish and heavy as you make your way to the bathroom.

fresh out of the shower and your still exhausted. you feel worn. to the bone. it's as if a flesh eating beast had just finished taking all that your body had to offer.

lifeless is how you feels right now.

so you slip on a shirt and a pair of your boyfriends boxers. your not sure whether it's kento's or suguru's before you make your way to bed. your still damp hair splays over the pillows, and the last thought you have before your drifting of i how upset suguru would be to see you treating the hair he cares for so meticulously in this way.

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upon kento's return, he calls out to you. it's almost noon, you're likely up by now. closing the door behind him with his foot, strong arms busy holding groceries that would otherwise take multiple trips to carry in.

he calls again. still asleep? setting down the keys and and the groceries on the kitchen counter, he ventures further into the home to find you.

"y/n?" he finds you in bed still, letting out a breathe he didn't even realize was begin held in.

continuing into the room he notices your wearing different clothing , suguru's shirt sits inside out on your body. your cheeks flushed, and hair a damp mess on the satin pillow cases.

you're very flushed.

he's closer to you now, hearing that your breathing comes out as short and laboured. kento places one of his hands to your forehead to feel your temperature. his eyes go wide, your so hot.

you, suguru, and kento as well, are all the kind of people how cant quite handle being cared for and can't handle not caring for those you love. kento however thought he had the skill to detect when something was wrong, even when you'd do your best to camouflage it. he's never seen you like this. his hand moved form your forehead done to hold your own, usually cold hands. they're burning and it's a scary feeling for kento.

he felt himself start spiraling, his eyes started to wet, and his hands shaking. shit, this is not the time. what happen to self control. he doesn't have any. ugly thoughts of self doubt and guilt begin to swim around in his head, their speed escalates quick. because here you, are in bed, skin flushed, sweaty, and breathing heavy.

he reaches for phone to call suguru (the contact name in his phone is "sexy bangs." no that was not a dare from gojo. he did not do it because he thought it was cute, he did it because of gojo and his stupid dare and swore to change it the next day. though he never did.)

suguru picks up quick. before he could greet his lover, he hears him say words that make him freeze for a moment, eyebrows furrowed with worry and confusion, his body frozen in place.

"come home now. please. we need you."

"i'll be there. wait for me." always, nanami wanted to say "be quick" and be safe. and the call ended. your sweating now. kento thinks he might be too.

he takes your hand in his once more, holding it to his lips planting a soft kiss before bringing your hand close to his heart. like a wet kitten he'd find alone in the rain on a walk back home. hoping to provide you with some comfort. some refuge. some relief. and selfishly hoping to feel some too.

he's resting his head the edge of the bed now. it's just a cold most likely, a little bit of a fever. he knows that much, but still he's quietly praying your back up to your normal self soon. it's not really about the cold. he feels he's let you down. failed to see, to understand how you were feeling and if not to prevent it than to help fix it. there were signs. there must have been. there had to have been some, and still he missed every one. he's revisiting the past few weeks and finds himself overthinking and analyzing every little moment. what else could be ailing you that he hasn't picked up? something beyond physical symptoms. what about suguru? what if he's been feeling unwell and just hadn't said anything. what if kento failed to have catch on to the things he worries the most about. is he failing to be there for the most important people to him when you need him most? what a joke.

suguru gets home, frenzied. rushing in through the door, impatiently removing his shoes as he's calling out "kento!y/n!" a quick peek into the living room before hastily heading to the bedroom. suguru pushes the door open with far more force than necessary, his hair a mess and skin sweaty from the rush he was just in. he finds you, his only loves, worried eyes meeting with the blonde man's. his sweat turns ice cold and it's a mix of relief and greater worry. his eyes then shift to you, and he stumbles in, putting together the pieces best he can.

"shit. shitshit. is she okay. what happen" taking his place next to kento. one of his hands finds its way to your face, brushing the damp hair from your feverish skin. the other finds nanamis face. his thumb brushing his under eye ever so gently, before kissing away the tears that threaten to streak his face following the path left for them by their now dry predecessors. "she's warm", suguru speaks into kento's skin. hand moving from his face to the back of his head and tangling into his blonde hair. suguru brings the younger man closer to himself, to rest his head onto his firm chest and kento can't bring himself to resist.

"she'll be okay. a few days at most and it'll be gone." he reassures.

suguru is incredible at expertly concealing his own anxiousness and worry using the calm of his voice, kento crying was rare sight after all.

(ignoring the times you bring him just because flowers and making love, or when baked and burnt his favourite bread for his birthday as a surprise, or when you or suguru being a little too mean to him in bed, or-)

if there is anything suguru does not play about, it's the health and happiness of his beloveds. he shouldn't have consulted kento at all and just gone through with the stabbing. at least he shouldve made that phone call. suguru's hand is still on your face, stroking gently, as the other continues to hold kento close to his chest.

your eyes flutter open, eyes slowly adjusting to the light. the first thing you see is suguru and kento. kentos crying? you sit up immediately and move to comfort your lover. before you get there though, two pairs of disgustingly attractive eyes find you and you freeze. they looked worried.

worried and relieved. you look the same. mirroring their worry and your own confusion. suguru smiles at you softly, though it looks pained as he says, "don't worry love, we've just been worried. how long have you felt.." a pensive pause before he continues, just say it like it is he decides, "sick"

as soft as his voice is and despite the kind smile on his face, his words feel strangely menacing. it's hard to hold eye contact with him for too long, you feel small and the urge to flee crawls into your lungs. it's suffocating to breathe, so you hold your breathe. it's hard to hold the connection, so you look away. "not long" and god your throat hurts so much.

suguru figures he'll interrogate more later, for now he's focusing on tackling more pressing issues. "have you eaten anything today?" no response. he figured. he looks down at kento, still in his arms though eyes now fixated on you. he looked at you with relief. and so much guilt. his eyes reddened by the tears and lashes crumpled together, his lips a bright red from how he's chewing on them. you could feel cracks forming in your chest, the sound echoing off of your ribs.

kento felt like that because of you.

suguru interrupts you and kento when he asks that kento comes to help him in the kitchen. the younger man nods. suguru extends his hands to him and helps him up. both coming to you to plant a soft kiss on your temples. one in each side of your perfect, pink, face. you could feel the wetness on kentos cheeks when his lips meet your skin, along with it comes a painful churning in your gut. the two men leave the room and your left alone once more.

in the kitchen a variety of fruit rich in vitamin c is being cut and arranged in a plate for you by kento. the kettle is on for tea. suguru is putting away the groceries kento got earlier, leaving out and grabbing from the fridge the ones he'll use to make some soup. they work in silence, it's not tense or awkward, but the air is filled with something other than the usual ease that surrounds their silence.

kento is still in his head, cutting the fruit with far too little focus and far more force than needed. he's completely zoned out. the knife slips against the cutting board and slices through the meaty part of his hand. fuck, he blurts to himself under his breathe, dropping the knife while tryna save the fruit on the cutting board with his clean hand.

what the fuck was wrong with him today?

he's been different from his usual self, tasks that he weaved through with effortless grace, patience, and precision feel impossible. he's too far in his head and he knows it. cutting fruit for gods sake.

catching suguru's attention, who was previously occupied with the ingredients in his pot, he turns to see his lovers hand bleeding.

suguru moves quickly, he pulls kento's injured hand away from the cutting board and leads him to the sink where he runs cold water over it. he's about to turn to kento to ask what the fuck is wrong. cutting his hand? letting then knife slip? it's so unlike him it's frightening. as he's about to, he sees his lovers eyes beginning to wet once again, eyebrows furrowing and his lips caught between his teeth again and sugurus own lips quickly press themselves into a firm line.

not now, it's not what he needs now.

so he closes his eyes and releases a sharp exhale through his nose. purple eyes softening as they lock themselves on kento, who is doing his best to avert his gaze from the eyes of his lover and to hold himself together. he's ashamed. of himself. and admitting it to himself feels like a weight of his shoulders but it makes him feel so small at the same time. suguru's eyes make their way back to kento's hand before he closes the tap. the ribbons of red tinting the water as the flow down the drain make him feel a sick twisting pain in his stomach.

suguru's face looked calm, if you manage to ignore the deep furrow sat between his dark thin brows. he's quite as he ever so carefully wraps kentos hand in gauze. a stray hair falls out of its arrangement at the base of sugurus neck and kento can't stop himself from carefully tugging it away behind his pierced ear with the unharmed hand.

their eyes meet, its soft. and it stings a little. kentos filled with guilt and sugurus with poorly concealed concern. kento's eyes looking into suguru's, looking form one eye to the other, fitting in a not all that subtle glance to his lips meanwhile. kento is nervous, but places a gentle kiss on the lips for suguru. he's relishing in it, his eyes fluttering closed. its grounding.

suguru's hand going up to his ear to hold kento's, a soft kiss on the knuckles of kentos opposite hand is delivered before his hand is carefully flipped and a soft kiss lands on his bandaged palm.

suguru then gets up and returns to the kitchen, washing the bloodied knife and cutting board. suguru thinks about how the two of them have swapped positions from when he shared the plan to get rid of your stupid employer, with him now standing in the kitchen and kento sat at the counter.

the kettle is done by now so he pours the water into the three mugs kento had set out earlier. suguru picks up where kento left off with the arrangement of fruit before he organizes two mugs, both sweetened with honey, and the plate of cut fruit on a tray before sliding it towards kento. suguru leans his body weight down on the counter and smiles at kento,

"would you take that to our ailing princess please?"

kento takes the treat big his hands with a roll of his eyes. he's putting up a front, but it's okay if that's what he needs right now. suguru once again is the one watching kento's ass back profile as he walks towards you, and once he's disappeared from view, suguru lingers, just for a few moments more, still leaning on the counter top before he returns to his pot, sipping on his own mug of tea.

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kento knocks once on the door to your shared bedroom, carrying the tray in his uninjured hand, before he allows himself in when you voice emerges from the other side. he's putting didn't need to, he knows that, but felt like he did in that moment.

he feels out of place doing everything today.

"hi"

"hey"

your voice was still hoarse and his doused in hot honey. his steps were are quiet as he makes his way into the room; he's the wet kitten now he thinks. setting the tray of fruit and tea down on the night stand once he reaches it. is hand coming up to feel your temperature once again, still warm. shattering the hope to feel that you've cooled down.

you notice that bandage on his hand, on impulse you take it in your own. your eyes look darting from his own and back to his hand.

he doesn't pull away and he doesn't move his hand, he doesn't even want to. his eyes focus on yours, though they aren't looking at him now.

he could never pull himself away from your touch (to be touched by you was a gift after all, one he will never allow himself to become entitledto)

"i brought you tea. oh, and some fruit"

what is he talking about? fruit? tea? all nice things but what about his the bandages covering his palm?

he grabs the tray from the nightstand with his other hand, placing it in his lap, and he takes a piece of the cut fruit and holds it to your mouth.

and you open up to receive it, chewing thoughtfully. the juices burn you as they navigate their way down your throat.

he feeds you another piece and another after that. then he takes hold of the mug, blows on the steaming liquid and he touches the ceramic to his lips to check the temperature for you, once satisfied he brings it your lips and asks you to drink slowly.

you have questions, but the nervousness is leaving you and so is the urgency to receive answers.

they'll come.

when he's holding the mug up to you lips for the nth time and some slips out of the bounds of your lips the warm liquid streaking your face as it makes it way down your chin. kento's thumb catches it and licks it away.

and it's an odd feeling that follows. the reassurance that this is your home. here with him, and him and with suguru.

the tray is back on the nightstand, the two mugs now emptied and the plate is too. your asleep again, your head resting on kentos warm lap this time. bandaged hand running through your hair, and the feeling of dread that was so prevalent is leaving him slowly, with each stroke of his hand through your hair his chest felt lighter.

suguru peaks into the room, his hair now in a low bun at the base of his neck. he has clips in his hair, the glittering colorful kind he might be teased for by a certain blue eyed friend. they were a gift from some young girls once when he was volunteering at the elementary school one time.

his heart warms at the sight.

your head in kento's lap, bandaged hand in you hair and his glasses are perched low on his nose. how cute. kento's eyes aren't so red anymore, his eyes instead focused on reading the paperback book in his hand on a voice he can't hear from where he stands, he's sure you can though, even in your deepest sleep. he had a voice that was difficult to ignore after all.

suguru slips into the room and kento's eyes leave the words on the page, golden brown eyes quickly located the always welcome intruder. suguru smiles at him and kento returns it. he's about to close the book. to put it away when,

"will you read to me too?"

suguru's form next to those of his lovers, head resting on kentos lap, right next to yours. he touches his lips to your forehead, your still warm, but it'll pass.

a reassuring thought but an honest one.

there you all are, comfortably curled into each other as you rest in kento's lap. his low voice filling the room as he reads, the scent of suguru's cooking wafts through the house following in suit,

and this, well this is your home.

yours to love, yours to care for, yours to be cared for.

[goldfades]

More controversially young girlfriend x sidney please I beg 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 my fave thing on tumblr rn

Sidney was a lot of things.

Disciplined. Respected. A goddamn adult man with a fully formed brain and a career built on structure.

And yet.

Yet, when it came to you?

He had nothing. No defenses, no strategy, no self-preservation instincts. Nothing except the overwhelming, all-consuming, slightly humiliating urge to make you happy.

And it wasn’t just that you were gorgeous—though, obviously, that was a problem in itself. You had this effortless, natural beauty that made his head spin, sure. But it went so much deeper than that.

It was the way you looked at him. With amusement, with curiosity, with something warm and open and unfiltered. Like he was just Sid—not Sidney Crosby, not the face of a franchise, not a legacy—just your Sid.

It was the way you laughed—loud, unrestrained, with your whole damn body. You were playful, always ready with a joke, always willing to poke at him, never afraid to give him shit when he needed it.

And it was the way you felt beside him, your energy all light and easy, like you could take anything serious and make it a little less heavy.

You made him feel young in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with age.

Not young in the reckless, careless way of twenty-something athletes who had too much money and not enough foresight. No, you made him feel young in a way that was alive. In a way that reminded him that life wasn’t just training schedules and game film and calculated, responsible decisions.

And that was the real reason he couldn’t say no to you.

Because the world saw you as his young, spoiled girlfriend, the girl with the wide eyes and the expensive bags, the one they thought had him wrapped around her finger with a pretty pout and a bat of her lashes.

And, okay—fine. You did have him wrapped around your finger.

But not just because you were pretty.

Because you made him happy.

And Sidney, for all his discipline, for all his control—Sidney liked being happy.

Which was why, despite knowing better, despite all logic and self-restraint, he found himself in the same situation over and over again.

Like right now.

"You are not pouting at me right now," he said, watching you with a raised brow.

You blinked up at him, so falsely innocent it was insulting. "Pouting?" you echoed. "Me?"

Sid gave you a look. "Yes. You. The pout. The eyes. The whole act you’re putting on."

You gasped dramatically. "Are you saying my feelings aren’t genuine?"

"I’m saying," he exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose, "that we both know exactly how this ends, and you are still going through the motions like I have even a fraction of a spine when it comes to you."

Your lips twitched, and he knew—knew—you were thriving off this.

"So," you said sweetly, stepping closer, tilting your head up at him, "*what I’m hearing is… you’re gonna get me the bag?"

Sid sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. "God, I’m a fool."

"You’re a very generous fool," you corrected, standing on your toes to press a quick, teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. "My favorite kind."

Sid muttered something about being so whipped it was embarrassing as he pulled out his phone, already texting his assistant to make the purchase happen.

And then, before he even hit send—

"Wait!" you gasped, grabbing his wrist. "Oh my God!"

He stilled, immediately on alert, brow furrowing. "What? What happened?"

You placed a hand over your chest, eyes wide and serious. "I think I just realized—"

Sid’s heart actually skipped a beat. "What? What is it?"

You squeezed his wrist. "I might need the matching wallet, too."

Sid groaned, head tilting back as you cackled. "I hate you."

"Liar," you grinned, nuzzling into his chest. "You love me."

And—yeah. Yeah, he did. Like a damn fool.

And Sidney wasn’t proud of how easily he folded for you. But in his defense, you made it really, really hard to say no.

So, of course, despite all his grumbling, despite rolling his eyes and pretending to put up a fight, the second you started up with that sweet, pleading voice and those ridiculously big, unfairly pretty eyes—he caved. Like he always did.

Which was why, less than a day after your little performance, a sleek black shopping bag from Chanel was sitting on the kitchen counter, filled with the bag you wanted (and the matching wallet, because he was so far gone it was pathetic).

And the second you saw it?

"Oh my God," you gasped, dropping your phone onto the couch as you all but floated toward the counter, eyes shining like you just saw heaven itself. "Baby, no way—"

Sidney, already leaning against the counter with a lazy smirk, shrugged. "You really didn’t think I was gonna get it?"

You turned to him, clutching the bag to your chest dramatically. "I hoped," you sighed, "I dreamed—"

Sid chuckled, shaking his head. "Unreal."

But before he could get another word in, you were launching yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, peppering his face with quick, giddy kisses.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you murmured between kisses, your happiness so damn pure that Sidney actually felt something in his chest clench.

This was the part he could never prepare for.

Yeah, he liked spoiling you. Liked making you happy. But the way you reacted? The way you never took it for granted, the way you always lit up, always made it feel like the best thing in the world? That was what got him.

You pulled back slightly, your nose brushing his, voice softer now. "I love you."

And just like that, he knew.

Knew he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

But, of course, he couldn’t let you off that easy.

"Wow," he hummed, lips twitching. "Now you love me?"

You narrowed your eyes. "Shut up."

Sid laughed, his grip tightening around your waist. "You weren’t saying that when you were trying to manipulate me yesterday—"

"Manipulate?" you repeated, scandalized.

"—with your little pout and those fake sad eyes—"

"FAKE?!"

"—and now that you’ve got your bag, it’s all ‘I love you’—"

"Sidney Crosby, you take that back this instant," you demanded, poking his chest.

"Mmm, I don’t know," he mused, enjoying this way too much now. "Maybe I should return it. Can you even appreciate something if you got it through emotional deception?"

Your jaw dropped.

"You are so dramatic," you muttered, pulling away, clutching your bag tighter like you thought he’d actually take it from you.

Sid grinned, tilting his head. "You gonna pout again?"

You glared. "You are the worst."

"And yet," he smirked, leaning down, voice dropping to a low murmur against your lips, "you love me."

You exhaled sharply, your resolve cracking. "Unfortunately."

Sid chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before wrapping an arm around your shoulders, guiding you toward the couch. "C’mon, princess. Let’s see what other trouble you can get me into."

And just like that, the cycle would start all over again.

[starconstruction]

“U’ll pull out right?” ovulating Lip vs “I’m going to put twins in this pussy” m!reader—no protection, no contraceptives, just womb-fulling knocking up. Ovulation got her needy and reader takes full advantage

Hungry.

Kim Lip x Male Reader {Smut}

Wc:2314

hope you like this ask, always a huge fan of the loona ones. let me know what you think, if u have any more im happy to hear them.

smut tags; fsub, fingering, multiple orgasms, face fucking, ass eating, creampies, breeding/impregnation, unprotected sex, ovulating, anal, minor references to an assjob and some feet kissing, dirty talk, references to other loona members.

not proofread.

It was a fantastically average day for you, time to relax as you sat on your computer. The hours slipped away as you watched whatever you were recommended, you played a new game, one where you fought your way out of hell against your dad. You sat in the comfortable chair, reclined against the carpet floor. You shared this apartment with a roommate, a strange girl called Jungeun. She kept to herself for the most time, but she seemed nice.

The growl of your stomach reminded you of your hunger, having ate very little all day. Normally you ate with your roommate, since it saved money. You withdrew yourself from your domain, walking towards Jungeun's room. The door was slightly ajar, you put your eye into the room, your breath hitched as you gasped. Frozen in place.

Jungeun's clothes laid open, bare skin visible as her well endowed breasts were free. Your eyes trailed further down, admiring her body. Her fingers were jackhammering her puffy pussy, her wetness evident as it coated her fingers and bed sheets. Her skirt and panties were hanging on her foot as she brought her self to heaven. You were about to leave, guilt swallowing you as you watched Jungeun. "W-Wait!" She said, voice broken as her fingers withdrew.

You turned around, she looked dishevelled. Her brown hair clung to any service it could find, face flushed a beet red as her eyes were wet and glossy. "Come in, please." she pleaded as you came closer. The scent of sweat and arousal filled your nose, air claggy and hot. "Wow, Jungeun you look awful." You said, not entirely sure how to proceed.

Jungeun looked at you with big, begging eyes. As if trying to say something but the words were being lost, her hands twisted together. "What do you want Jungeun? I don't have all day." You teased, getting close to her ear as she shuddered. "Y/N, please. Help me." Her voice was weak, desperation leaking from her mouth as her arousal leaked into the bedding.

"Help with what? Use your words if you want help baby." you trailed her chest, dragging your finger down as she whimpered. Your fingers stopped mere inches from her needy crotch, her heat radiated and tickled your fingers.

"Fuck.. I am ovulating and I've been so needy!" She shouted, a gentle whine spilling out. Your fingers gently touched her folds, staying still as her hips moved involuntarily. "Please, Y/N, fuck me!" your mind went to places full of darkness. She was willing to do anything you wanted. You beamed with ideas, showing some restraint as your fingers found her clit. Tracing soft circles as she coated your hand with wetness, her folds were sopping as you traced her cunt up and down.

Jungeun's spare hand found solace in your neck, pulling you down to her lips. You two shared saliva as Jungeun aggressively made out with you. Her kisses were full of passion with a needy desperation underlying, her teeth sunk into your bottom lip. Eliciting a gasp out of you as she sucked on your tongue.

Your hand didn't remain idle, trailing down as your fingers prodded around. Her hole welcomed them as it greedily took your digits, delightfully squeezing around the pads of your fingers. You sped up your fingers, hammering aggressively as a wet squelching noise filled the air. Jungeun moaned into your mouth, her breath was warm with a taste of cigarettes, cut through by her strawberry lip gloss.

You pulled away from her lips, a string of saliva falling onto the ground. "You gonna cum?! Cum like a desperate whore for me?" You barked, your thumb rubbing her clit as you went in and out of her.

"Yes, yes god! I'm so close!" Jungeun screamed, unraveling under you as she got brought to the first orgasm of the night, her body shot out clear liquid as your fingers were forced out. The effects of her ovulation obvious, legs shaking vigorously as she wound down.

"Good girl, that's it." She looked divine as her chest heaved, desperate for oxygen as you licked your fingers clean, tasting her arousal. You hoped this wasn't going to be a one time thing. "Thank you, Y/N." She said, a face of contempt as she basked in pleasure. "Is that it? I think you need more than that, wouldn't you agree?" You took a shot in the dark as your hand rubbed her thigh.

Jungeun sat and thought about it, before nodding. "Fuck me, make me yours." you smiled, but you had an idea. "I'm not sure, I mean.. You could show me how much you want this." Her eyes looked up at you in confusion. Your hands ripped the rest of her clothes off. "You have such beautiful lips, they'd look so pretty against my dick, wouldn't you agree?" She got on her knees, her hands worked quickly as they pulled the zipper, your veiled hardness made contact with her lips as your trousers dropped to the ground. Pooling comfortably around your feet. Jungeun's impatience got to her, adding your boxers to the pool.

Jungeun's lips felt like a slutty flesh-light, inch by inch taken in her sinful mouth, you let out a strong guttural moan as you entered her damp cavern. Her tongue massaged your length, prodding your flesh as she hummed. "That's a good girl... Fuck." You purred.

You grew bored of the slow pace, taking control. Hands reaching to the back of her head as you angled her head, your cock thrusted into Jungeun's throat, her eyes widening in surprise as she gagged on your spit covered cock. Your repeated thrusts made her tear up slightly, nose tapping against your crotch as she breathed in all of you. Her tongue took a back seat as she was used as a hole. "What a good flesh-light, fuck Jungeun your throat is so good." You let out, speeding up your thrusts as her hands desperately found solace on the back of your legs.

Jungeun's throat brought you to heaven, she was so needy for your cock. You were so close to your orgasm. You growled as you forced your cum into her throat, Jungeun gagged violently as ropes of semen was shot into her stomach.

You rescinded your length, "Good girl." You said, rubbing your softening cock all over her face. Leaving a thin trail of saliva. "Get me hard again, use whatever part of your slutty body you want." Jungeun beamed "Yes sir." She picked herself up "Lay down, let me service you." You compiled, laying on her soaked bedsheets. Jungeun turned away. "You like my ass? Wanna feel my cheeks around that thick cock?" she asked.

"Fuck yes Jungeun. Smother me." Her asscheeks were wet with sweat as your semi hard shaft laid in the centre, smothered as she compressed you. Lifting up and down, soft and supple flesh made quick work of your limp cock. Now fully erect as it peaked out of Jungeun's ass. You sat there for a few minutes before stopping her.

"How desperate are you slut? You'd let me do anything if it got you to cum, is that right?" Jungeun paused before nodding. "Bring that ass over here then, I want a taste." She got closer, shaking her ass as she backed up "Yes sir, do whatever you want. I'm yours." She completely submitted as you smiled.

Jungeun's ass was damp with a mix of sweat from the heat of the room, alongside her saliva, her hole was inviting as your tongue got made familiar. You moaned against her ass, breathing in the musk as you tasted her. You were hooked as you kept eating her out. Your tongue probed her flesh, "Yes! Eat me, eat my ass!" She screamed, "Your tongue is so good, I need this." You withdrew for a second. "You slut! I bet you were thinking of me when you were creaming yourself on your fingers!" You yelled, slapping her ass as she screamed.

"Yes! I was thinking of your cock, how good it''d feel in me, you are going to give me it? Right sir?" She begged, shaking her ass towards you. "Yes, you are going to take my cock. Every inch." You gave her asshole some frantic kisses as she gasped, her wetness soaked your chest. Leaving a puddle of her neediness on you. "Wow, you are soaking on me, what a whore." You teased, "Clean it up." you continued.

Jungeun turned around, her tongue licking every ounce of her arousal, a common whore who'd anything for you. "Jungeun, lay down." You said. Swapping places as her head laid pressed against pillows, body laid disorderly. You stopped in front of her cunt, cock a mere inch from penetrating her needy core. "You'll pull out right?" She asked, you thought about it. "If that's what you want. But I have a feeling you'll be begging for me." Before she could react, you pushed in. Jungeun's cunt gave little resistance to your cock. You arms pressed into the bedding, your faces mere inches as you pounded into her violently.

Her cunt gripped you, desperate for it to never leave. It squeezed with a pressure that desperately tried to milk you for all it's worth. "Fuck! Your dick is so so deep!" She screamed, the bed shook under each thrust. "You are so tight, your whore cunt wants nothing more than my dick? Right?!" you teased, "Yes! Fuck my slutty pussy! It wants nothing but you!" Jungeun's hands clawed at your back, pressing your lips together as you made out. Your legs sped up as you stuffed her sopping cunt with your dick, you slammed against the deepest parts of her walls. Her feet lodged itself against your back, joining the scratches of her arms.

"Are you sure you don't want my cum? Filling this up as I impregnate this hole, that's what you want right slut?" You taunted, delivering impactful thrusts as the skin slapped. Her cunt turning red with every slam, "Yes! I do! Fill me up, give me your kids!" She responded, happy receiving your thrusts as she screamed loud noises of pleasure.

"Good, because I'm going to put twins in this pussy." The heat of the room became unbearable as you became lightheaded. Your tongue licked Jungeun's face, revelling in her horniness. "I'm close! Cum with me slut, take my load right in your womb! Fuck!" You spilled into her needy cunt as she tightened suddenly. Engaging her own orgasm as she was knocked up.

Your cock withdrew from her, pearlescent cum leaked from her cunt. Dripping slowly out her used hole, a shared sigh of relief leaving your mouths. You didn't want this to end yet, wanting to claim every part of this trophy. Finger rubbing against her saliva-drenched backdoor, pressing an inch in as she looked at you in shock.

"Sir~" she begun to speak, but you shushed her "You can go another round right? Give me your ass?" You smiled, kissing her foot as you engaged your finger in and out. "fuck my ass sir, do whatever you want to my body." You smiled as she gave in. "Good girl, but I want more from you." You said, leaving the room temporarily. You came back with a small bottle of glossy liquid, her face confused as you chucked it into her chest. "Put on a show, get yourself ready for my cock. My slut." She compiled, giving herself ample room as lube coated her fingers, some semen leaked into her asshole. Her fingers pressing it in, they moved with practiced expertise, starting with two as they prepped her asshole for a good dick.

" You've done this before? Haven't you? Fucking your ass like a hungry slut." Her fingers sped up as she added a third one. "Yes! I've done this before, I love things up my ass." Her voice was breathy and broken, "Once I got Yeojin to join me at an anal gangbang, felt it for weeks." She continued, you grew bored of waiting. Hand stroking your cock vigorously, "Tell me more about you and your friends." You asked, the joint masturbation moans filled the room. "Oh fuck, one time Hyeju and I fucked some random guy in a bathroom. She was so horny she ate his ass, it was so hot." She let out, the horniness clouding Jungeun's better judgment. Secrets spilled from her mouth "Gowon always wanted to try BDSM, so she let me dominate her, she's so submissive." You deemed it time.

"Be a good slut and lube me up." You commanded, her hand rubbed a thick slather of lube across your length. "Thank you, good girl."

Your dick pressed against her ass as it sunk in, "Dont be gentle just fuck me!" She demanded, you complied. Stretching her backdoor as you violently fucked her tight ass, "God you are so tight! I bet you are happy you stopped me!" her backdoor squeezed the life out of you, no time to waste as you wanted every inch of her body. Licking her suspended foot, cleaning them off as you pounded into her like an animal.

"YOU FEEL SO GOOD IN ME, KEEP GOING!" Jungeun screamed at the top of her lung as you violated her hole. You knew your orgasm was close, your cock withdrew from her backdoor as you shoved it in her grooling cunt. Launching a wave of semen in her, Jungeun cunt was saturated in your load. Full with your future children as it entered her womb.

You withdrew, watching as more leaked out. "Good girl, I hope you feel satisfied slut. You should introduce me to that Yeojin."

"Maybe I should, I think she'd love you."

You two showered together, spending the rest of the night with your cock firmly planted in her cunt.

[dwaekkicidal]

Nonsexual Dominance with SKZ

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cw» gender neutral, d/s dynamics, dom!skz & sub!reader, trad!minho, sfw but some people might see some things as controlling or toxic- it's not meant to be and this is based off a MUTUAL agreement + set boundaries. if you dont like dont interact <3

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𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗

Makes you send him food pics regularly. On days where you genuinely don't want to, he won't push it, but for the most part he enforces it and will be upset if you don't send a pic. And this is only really because it means you didn't eat.

He loves it not only for the obvious reason of watching over you even when he's not around, but also because it reminds him to also eat. All those hours in the studio blur and it's only a matter of time before he completely loses track of time- but you and your meals are there to remind him :)

𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠

Ok hear me out, traditional husband!minho... If you don't want it, he won't push it but it works so well,,, If it's far enough into the relationship that the trust comes naturally, he'd sit you down to discuss your opinions on you staying at home all day and quitting your job and putting all the financial burden on him- because he wants that responsibility. He wants to take care of you so extremely.

The pleasure dom in him comes out specifically outside of the bedroom. He absolutely loves cooking for you and spoiling you with extravagant dinners & expensive gifts, and he loves just holding you close just because he can, but he expects you to do everything else in the house- or at least most of it. While he's willing to compromise certain chores, he wants to come home to the house being clean and clothes being washed and all that.

But he always makes it worth your while and spoils you rotten :( Cuddles you until you're absolutely sick of him (not) and tries to take you out on regular dates to spoil you (like while shopping at the mall or taking you out to a nice dinner)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚋𝚒𝚗

Might sound kind of weird but hear me out- him telling you "no." I think Chris is one that would love to do this but has NO self control and therefore can't bring himself to unless he absolutely has to lol. But Changbin thrives off of it.

Don't get him wrong- he looves to spoil you. But he also loves that little spark in your eyes when you bat your eyelashes at him so prettily and ask him for something- only for you to get a gentle but firm "no" that makes your bottom lip puff out. & It's not that he doesn't want you to have whatever this thing is, it's more so that he knows there's a limit to being spoiled and no matter how much he loves you, you both need an occasional humbling- and he feels like you both could use a soft reminder of who let who have all the control

He'll always make up for it with sweet kisses and maybe a little tickling to make your pout go away, but his chest puffs out a little every time he gets to tell you "no"

𝙷𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚗

Is the kind to having his hand on your body at all times, if you're more than an arms length away from him you'll be getting a certain look that discreetly reads "Get over here now." Sometimes will even curl his finger up in your direction- doesn't care if somebody is watching or even if he's in the middle of talking/an important conversation

He just likes to have you close, and he knows he needs that mental grounding that you offer more often than not. He's just confident about needing it, so he's not afraid to show everybody how much he loves you and needs you by his side

That being said, he will lead you around malls, museums, grocery stores, or hell even the other boy's apartments all with his hand either intertwined with yours or on some part of your body (usually your lower back) that lets him guide you around.

𝙷𝚊𝚗

He felt a little awkward at first bringing this up to you, but now that it's become a regular part of your routine, he lives for these moments: he loves when you sit pretty on his lap and shave his face for him. It's gotten to the point where he will refuse to shave himself at all for weeks on end if you aren't able to do it for him.

It makes him feel a bit more dominant than it should? considering he will see you have free time and point out that he needs a shave- which usually has you dropping everything to go do it for him. But he also sees it as him being loyal to you and you having an equal amount of "control" on his life. (Also you will catch him dead before you catch him complaining about his lover sitting in his lap for any amount of time lol)

Generally just domestic little acts of service that let him "command" you while also letting you have control over his life (that's really only obvious to you two, but that's more than enough for him)

𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡

Doesn't realize he likes it right away, but he loves to talk for you with strangers. He loves to order your food for you, order your coffee for you (sometimes even mobile ordering it so you don't have to talk to people if he's not available), carrying your clothes for you while you shop and being the one talking at the cash register- stuff like that.

Not only does this scratch that little dom itch in the back of his head because he's taking care of you while still being in "charge", but it also allows him to spoil the hell out of you with you knowing how much money he's spending on you lol. You get to sit pretty at his side and look at/play with the little trinkets by the register while he drops literal hundreds on you with a smile on his face.

𝚂𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚖𝚒𝚗

Sorry not sorry but he loves his non sexual punishments. No matter what you do in or out of the bedroom, he can and will find a way to punish you for it without having to lay a finger on you.

One of his favorites is making you write a sentence down over and over again. Kinda cliché "teacher" punishment but it usually gets his point across and prevents you from acting out (for like a week max lol). If he's particularly annoyed at you/frustrated he will make you write it in Korean & wont translate it for you more than once lol.

Another one he really likes is making you kneel on the floor instead of on the couch. He's not really huge on forbidding you from watching tv unless you want him to go that far, but you're not gonna be allowed to sit on the soft, comfy couch- you're gonna be kneeling on the floor, most likely by his leg so you can still cuddle up to him (he'll grant you a small pillow if it's a longer punishment)

𝙸.𝙽

Jeongin loves picking your outfits and your accessories for you. He's not usually too dominant out of the bedroom otherwise, and it's very rare that he is, but this is the main way he is.

Even before you two lived together, he would text you a grossly sweet good morning message and would include a comment about how you should send him a few outfits for him to choose from you to wear. But now that you guys are living together, he takes it upon himself to pick out an outfit for you while you're still in bed or in the bathroom waking up.

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[livwritesstuff]

Eddie is aware that Steve is watching him.

It’s 2008, and Eddie is holding a baby, and Steve is watching him.

The baby, for the record, isn’t theirs.

No, Dustin and Erica finally decided to have one of their own after years, and so the whole rest of the Party had journeyed back to Indiana to meet the baby.

Eddie does like babies, to be clear. He’s discovered recently that it sometimes comes as a surprise that he likes babies, loves fatherhood.

He got some shit for it a while back at his high school reunion – “You just had to be the one to knock up Steve Harrington, huh?” Jeff had jokingly said – all well-intentioned, obviously, and sure, Eddie counts his lucky stars for a number of reasons, one of them definitely being that he gets to watch Steve in his final Dad form, but all-in-all people generally seem to be under the impression that Eddie had been dragged by Steve into the world of parenting. They never seem to consider that he might have wanted it just as much as Steve did.

Eddie gets it though. For people who don’t know him – people who only know him from his books, people who only know him from high school, people who don’t know the totality of who he is – it’s probably hard to imagine him being, like, all-in with the baby thing: cleaning spit-up, lugging a diaper-bag around everywhere, coordinating his life around interweaving nap schedules, the works. Again, he gets it. Even Eddie himself can acknowledge that his eighteen, nineteen, twenty-year-old self would be completely fucking baffled to see how comfortable he is holding a brand new baby (and he’d better be, considering he’s had three).

Steve and Eddie’s babies aren’t babies anymore. Their youngest, Hazel, is nearly three, and the older two are both in elementary school, and Eddie is pretty sure that their baby days are a thing of the past, hence why he’s trying to get his fix while there’s one available.

Steve is doing the same, or so it seems by the way he’s ogling Eddie from across Claudia Henderson’s kitchen. Eddie gives Steve a small smile even as he rolls his eyes because he knows that baby fever type of look, and he adjusts the way he’s holding the baby so he can free a hand to flip Steve the bird.

(Steve’s eyes flick to the arm still holding the baby, and Eddie gets the sense that he didn’t actually help his case at all).

A bit later, when Lucas came to reclaim his nephew, Eddie found Steve and sidled up behind him to wrap an arm around his waist.

“Hey,” he said, kissing the side of Steve’s neck, “Stop trying to impregnate me with your eyes, Harrington. You’ll offend the delicate sensitivities of Claudia’s dinnerware.”

“Shut up,” Steve shook his head, and then he said, “We should have another.”

“Another?” Eddie repeated, “Remind me again which one of us had a freakout when Hazel was born?”

“Uh, it was a minor freakout and purely situational,” Steve argued, “I said thirty years ago I’d be down for six and I stand by that.”

“Alright, we’ll see, big guy.”

[stnkiconverse]

hi! Can I pretty pls request a Jeff The Killer x Female reader

Childhood (teenagehood?) friends to lovers

I can see Jeff's parents going to church Sundays and putting Jeff and Liu in youth groups and such before any of the incidents

Maybe reader met Liu and Jeff there and they just clicked

Reader was put into youth group by their parents to "repent" but just became a bad influence on the brothers, nothing bad but more just sneaking off and stealing stuff

After everything went down, reader's parents forbad reader from talking to the two boys and moved away

Years later Jeff meets reader again who's now a nice well behaved (insert profession ig) and this time he gets to be the bad influence.

IM SORRY THIS WAS SUPER SPECIFIC

(If I can) CAN I BE 🐛 ANON

Bad Influence.

Jeff The Killer x Fem!Reader

You met Jeff and Liu in the last place anyone would have guessed, youth group at church.

Your parents dragged you there every Sunday, praying that if you were around God's eye more often, you'd "repent."

But you weren't interested in turning around— you were too busy sneaking out, stealing candy from the snack bar, and pushing the limits of what you could get away with.

That's where Jeff and Liu came into the picture.

The two brothers weren't interested in church, but their parents made them go anyway.

Liu followed the rules. Jeff didn't.

And when you saw him in the back row during Sunday school, bored out of his mind, flipping through a Bible like it was the most boring book on earth, you knew immediately, this kid was gonna be your partner in crime.

Liu was the "good" one. Always reminding you and Jeff to be careful, always reluctantly going with your schemes.

Jeff was another story. He was quick with a quip, had a self-satisfied smirk, and a knack for getting himself into trouble.

And you? You were the bad influence.

You were the one who taught them how to slip out of youth group unseen.

You were the one who dared Jeff to steal the pastor's wallet (he chickened out, but you still congratulated him for stealing candy instead).

You had been the one who talked them into skipping group prayer and sneaking around at the back of the church, smoking stolen cigarettes from your older cousin's stash.

Jeff had clicked with you immediately.

You didn't scare easily."You're a real piece of shit," Jeff had once said, grinning as you stuffed stolen snacks into your backpack. "And you love it," you'd retorted.

And he did.

The three of you were inseparable. Until it all came crashing down.

Jeff's change. After the attack.

You didn't know all the facts, only rumors, whispers, something about a fight, a fire,

a face that would never be the same again.

Liu was taken away. Jeff disappeared.

Your parents didn’t tell you much. Didn’t want you involved.

All you understood was that one morning, Jeff was not there anymore.

No longer stealing food, no longer skipping youth group, no longer whispering snarky jokes under his breath while you attempted not to laugh too loudly.

And then you heard about it.

A house fire. A murder. Jeff had killed his parents and disappeared.

Your parents told you never to mention his name again. They didn't care that you used to be friends, that he was your partner in crime, that you had shared years of struggle and laughter. They only cared that he was a killer.

And you? You were pulled out of that town so fast, you barely had time to process it.

You spent years trying to forget. Trying to leave that part of your life behind.

And then, one night, he came back.

Life had continued. You had continued.

You had a good job, a quiet existence, a routine that worked. No sneaking out, no crazy games, no stupid challenges. You had left it all behind.

Until the night you saw him.

It was close to midnight.

You'd lingered at the hospital too late, the sidewalks empty as you made your way home. Your skin crawled, a creepy feeling of being watched.

And then, a voice.

"Long time no see, angel."

You froze. Because that voice? You knew it.

Your body reluctant to turn, throat tight as you held your breath.

Under the halo-like glow of the lone streetlight nearby stood Jeff.

Taller. Older. Different.

His skin was pale, his face unnervingly weird, still attractive, just…different, stretched into something unnatural, but his grin?

That sharp, cocky grin? That was still the same.

It all hit you in the face at once.

Jeff wasn't dead.

And worse, he was here for you.

You barely had time to react before he was in front of you, too fast, too silent, like he had just materialized out of the dark.

"Surprised?" he said, his head cocked to one side. "Yeah, you and me both. Thought I was dead too, for a while there."

"Jeff…" Your voice struggled. It was like it couldn't possibly work. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He laughed. "What? No 'holy shit, I missed you'? No big dramatic hug?"

You weren't sure whether to run or punch him in the face.

"You were dead," you forced out at last, your heart thudding.

Jeff shrugged. "Yeah, well, I guess I'm a stubborn bastard. Who knew?" He grinned wider. "Miss me?"

You wanted to say no. Wanted to tell him to leave you alone.

You wanted to say no. Wanted to tell him to go away. But something about the way he looked at you, like he knew you, like you were the only thing in the world that made sense to him, made you hesitate.

That was when it clicked, he wasn't here by accident.

"You were looking for me." No question.

The smirk on Jeff's face held strong. "Thought it was my turn to be the bad influence."

Your heart skipped a beat.

All those years, you'd been the wild one, the one drawing him into trouble. But this time? Now, he was the danger.

And to make matters worse? You had no idea whether you wanted to walk away or not.

Jeff did not disappear after that night. He lingered around.

He found you when you were walking home, slipping out of the shadows with a grin and a new story to tell.

He showed up outside your apartment, just standing there like some nightmare version of an old friend, waiting for you to let him in.

You weren't stupid.

You knew who he was.

You knew the stories, the warnings, the blood that dragged behind him.

But you know Jeff, too.

And that piece of you— the crazy one, the part of you which had always sought danger, the part you'd spent so many years trying to suppress— came alive again.

Jeff brought you back into the world you had left behind.

Stolen shit from convenience stores. Sneaking into places you shouldn’t be.

Running through the city at night, laughing like kids again— though now there was something darker underlying.

He was evil, but he was yours.

He dragged you into the dark, but he never let anyone else touch you. If anyone even looked at you sideways?

Poof.

Gone.

"You're gonna get me in trouble," you told him one night.

He grinned. "Yeah? Feels kinda nice, doesn't it?" And maybe it did.

Maybe you'd played good, quiet, and stable your whole life.

Maybe you'd tried so hard to fit into a life that never fit into you.

And maybe, just maybe, Jeff wasn't the only bad influence here. Because when he looked at you, grinning like the devil, eyes filled with the same chaotic fire you had once known so well—

You didn't run.

You smiled back.

AHHHHH I LOVE SPECIFIC ASKS!!!!

I don’t rlly like this but I hope you do!!!

[redtsundere-writes]

Date 3. Drinking Tea

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Soldier!Reader

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Summary: You just want to help Ghost to stop harming himself… These aren't dates, okay?

Word Count: 1646 words.

TW: MNDI. +18. Self-harm. Smut. Possessiveness and Jealousy.

The same old nightmare. Incoherent music, cigarette stench, foam escaping from her red lips, a single breast spilled out of her dress. Going back there meant being a vulnerable 12-year-old boy again. His knees trembled, his eyes filled with tears, and he could barely breathe while his father laughed out loud. He wanted to erase it from his mind, he wanted to escape into the rain that hid his torture. 

Ghost suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on the bed to breathe again, reaching the surface before drowning. He looked around. He was at the base. Soap was snoring with one arm hanging out the bunk, Gaz was hugging his pillow and Price was grunting incoherently at the Makarov of his nightmares. He was safe. The remains of that nightmare appeared with each confused blink. He needed to get them out, and he knew a good way to do it.

Ghost shook the bunk bed again as he got up. He looked at your bed apologetically, but realized you weren't there. His mind thought the worst, and he ran out of the room to look for you in the minibar, but you weren't there. He went down to the kitchen and a small light was on. He went into it to stop you, but you were just kneeling in front of the shelf where the tea was kept.

“Good night, LT,” you greeted him in a whisper. Ghost sighed in relief. “Earl Grey or Yorkshire?” 

“Earl Grey.”

“I'll make you a cup.” You shook the two tea bags with some excitement.

“You didn't even ask me if I wanted one,” Ghost said.

“You're Brit, of course you want one,” you joked with a smile, to which he rolled his eyes.

“Couldn't sleep?” He inquired. 

“No. I guess you couldn't either.” Ghost shook his head. “Good thing you’re here and not at the gym.”

After spending so much time with Price in his office filled with reports, you had already learned how he liked his tea. You filled the kettle with water to put it on the stove. You shook the tea bag to avoid breaking the string of the bag when opening it. You poured the water and let the tea steep to finally add a splash of milk. All that was left was to add a couple of teaspoons of sugar just the way Price likes it.

“Sugar?” You asked.

“And ruin a good cup of tea? No, thanks,” Ghost replied. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“I haven’t heard that in a long time.” Ghost frowned under his balaclava. “My father used to say that every time” you commented, placing both cups on the table. 

“Used to?” Ghost inquired.

“He passed away a couple of years ago.”

You stared at the reflection in your cup. After 5 children and an unplanned pregnancy, your mother died after your birth. Even though he wasn’t the father of the year, he always tried to give his best even though he didn’t have the emotional tools to do so, since he was used to only dealing with men. He didn’t know how to do pigtails, play tea party, or what to do in shark weeks. There were few things you had in common with the rest of your family, but instead of being an intruder, you were always the princess of the house.

You smiled as you watched Ghost pull his mask up over his mouth to drink his tea, stopping under his nose. His short beard stuck out a bit, not having shaved in weeks.

“You remind me a bit of him, you know?” You commented before taking a sip of the tea. “He was kind of grumpy and strict, a tough guy.” You sighed.

“You miss him?” Ghost didn’t realize what he had asked until the words escaped his lips.

“A lot. All my brothers and I loved him very much,” you replied with a small, nostalgic smile. “We tried everything to convince him to get his lung cancer treated. It was stage 4, but there was a chance it could be cured. Do you know what he told us? ‘Leave me alone. You’re too old to cry for daddy.’”

You clenched the handle of your mug at the bittersweet memory. It was funny in retrospect, but it wasn’t at the time. It was one of the few times all the brothers got together in the house where they grew up. They all had careers, lives made, so it was rare that they could meet in life outside of Christmas or a birthday. You stayed behind while your brothers yelled at him that he was a fucking coward for not even trying to treat his cancer.

“Who do you call a fucking coward, ungrateful brats?!” Your father exploded. He tried to get up from his recliner, but his old knees wouldn't let him. “It's manly to know when to give up! My time has come, and I'm not going to die in a cold hospital when I can die right here!”

Your brothers kept shouting like only men know how to fix their problems, while you just listened with your arms crossed and your back against the wall. You knew your old man very well. He wasn't going to change his mind, he preferred to die before betraying his pride. It was a lose-lose situation. You waited for your brothers to calm down so you could order takeout. After the meal and the defeat, one by one they left to return home to their wives and children, leaving your father and you alone.

You sat on the couch next to his recliner and took his hand, bony from old age and calloused from years of hard work, to support a large family by himself. You wanted to cry knowing that you would lose the only father you had ever had, but the recent grief had left you without strength, without the energy to even shed a single tear. You stayed silent for a while while he watched the television, wondering through your thoughts and sorting out your fears.

“Everything okay at work, kid?” He asked you without taking his eyes off the evening news program.

“My entire squad died on our last mission. It seems that I will be sent to another base soon.” Your voice almost broke when you gave him the bad news.

“Weaklings.” Your father snapped angrily.

“We were intercepted, I survived by pure luck,” you denied his comment.

“No. You survived because you are my daughter and I didn’t raise any weaklings.” A small smile escaped your lips at that. “I already wrote my will. You are going to keep the house.” That you did not expect.

“I can’t accept it, Dad. This house is huge. One of my brothers and their families would do better use of it,” you explained.

“Don’t start with your bullshit! You are the princess of this house and always will be, so say, ‘thank you, Dad,’ and shut up!” He yelled.

“Thank you, Dad,” you replied obediently.

“Now, make me a nice cup of tea. It tastes better when you make them,” he scolded you.

You drank your tea, afraid of burning your tongue, but it was already at the perfect temperature. That was the last time you saw your father before you found him dead the next time you visited. Being so used to death, you weren’t scared. You called an ambulance as if it was a formal call with your former captain. While your brothers cried at the funeral, you just watched as the man who raised you, fed you, educated you, being buried with your cheeks completely dry. “You’re too old to cry for daddy now,” you thought as you watched your older brothers covering daddy with soil. 

A tear fell into the tea, a pinch of salt in the sweetness. Before you knew it, one after another, they wet your cheeks. You tried to wipe the tears as quickly as possible with the back of your hand. How embarrassing to cry in front of your lieutenant, but they kept escaping out of control. 

“Sorry, I'm trying to hold back, but I can't,” you sobbed.

“Go ahead. Don't stop. I won't tell anyone,” he promised you in a murmur.

Unintentionally, Ghost opened the faucet of the tub even more, which was overflowing with feelings that you had kept deep inside you. You hid your face in your hands to cry for your father as you should have done years ago, but you hadn't allowed yourself to. A wave of memories took you by surprise. The time he taught you how to ride your pink bike that he gifted you for your birthday. That time he forced you to join your school's baseball team because all your brothers had done it, you ended up liking it. That time your father scolded you for failing half of your classes and threatened to send you to the army if you didn't get better grades. You didn't. 

Ghost didn’t know what to do. Seeing you cry broke his heart into a thousand pieces, but he was afraid to do anything that would make you feel worse. He didn’t have to deal with what you were going through. When his father passed away for the same reason, he and his younger brother laughed out loud as soon as they heard the news. Ghost didn’t miss his father, he would never remember him in a good light. He wasn’t like you, maybe that was what he liked about you. You had so many things in common, but you would never be like him, and he hoped it would stay that way. All he could do as you drowned in your own tears was drink from his cup of tea. It was delicious enough to waste it on a ghost.

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[holeodemony]

TMA has influenced my life more than I'd like to admit.

I carry around a tape recorder at all times.

I correlate every single thing with the fears.

I have a fashion sense sense which is literally a strange mix of Elias, Jon, Martin, and Gerry.

There's just so much of me that has become due to the archives.

It's wonderful and terrifying... which is appropriate when considering this topic.

[fallowtail]

controversial take here but i really hope hetty is on her absolute worst nastygirl/comedic clown behavior in s4 to push back against the poor little meow meow woobification curse shes been experiencing since holes because i am tired

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[shannonsketches]

he's so important to me

[peapodsplace]

Hey Baba, it seems like you've been seeing a lot of yucky stuff online right now. A lot of people who aren't remembering their manners and are forgetting that there's people behind a screen. I know you like your screen time but please remember that the world isn't all like that okay? Some people are different online and forget their values and let's remember that these days, algorithms perpously show you things that'll make you upset. Yes, yes it's not very fair, is it sweetheart. Please remember to take some breaks and that the world isn't really like that. It's so important to protect yourself. Yes, silly even if you think you don't deserve it; because you do.

[ghostieblotts]

Hello hi hold everything. I was scrolling through your blog and kept getting hit in the face with vague allusions to a TOTK SAF AU????? Which sounds utterly delightful + heartbreaking??? Spill the tea what’s up with that

AHA HI. Okay so I haven't got around to properly posting about it yet because I have been working on it behind the scenes for the most part, lots of yapping in dms with like 3 other people (<3) and writing bits and pieces of fics that I am hoping to edit a bit and post eventually. However I have been unable to stop myself from mentioning it publicly because they live RENT FREE IN MY HEAD AT ALL TIMES.

I haven't got a full cast yet bc there are too many characters in Zelda and I am mostly focused on Curtwen for the purposes of the au, so most characters are literally just their original versions for now. But! The core of the au is that Curt is Link and Owen is Zelda. Other castings include Tatiana as Sidon, Barb as Purah, Cynthia as Impa, the Informant as a fusion of Yunobo and Penn, and Sergio as Hudson.

The plot is basically the same as canon botw and totk, I just break my own heart by making it Curtwen. Probably the biggest difference is that I'm making them older at the start of the story than Link and Zelda are in the original (I am Not making them 16/17, it isn't happening), and the span of time between Curt being assigned as Owen's knight and the Calamity breaking out is also longer than in canon (probably at least a year, potentially more).

Lots of angst with Owen desperately trying to awaken a sacred power bestowed by a goddess that will never answer his prayers, lots of pain with Curt dying in Owen's arms and being resurrected without his memories, lots of me crying because *gestures incoherently at the entire plot of TotK*. But also them getting to have some fun romance cliches with royal balls, and them getting to live in a cottage in Hateno Village together and slowly get to heal from the hell that their shared destiny has put them through.

The whole thing kind of exists because of the opening scene of totk. Owen falls, and Curt fails to save him, and he spends the entire rest of the plot trying to cope with and atone for that failure. He's haunted by images of Owen, constantly chasing him, being forced to ask if Owen is the one behind all the chaos going on, and eventually finding that the truth was hanging over him all along and might be even harder to bear.

I think I do have one proper post about them which was for an ask game a while back, which you can find here.

Uhhhh yeah. I'm inconsolable about them, honestly. I wrote a version of the "Tears of the Dragon" cutscene for this au which is maybe a bit naff but was very fun so maybe I will post it someday when I have more time.

Thank you so much for asking about it though!! People being interested in my aus gives me life <3