#(when X starts talking about Zero sometimes he can't stop)
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ask-megamanx · 9 months ago
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Heey X whats you think about zero?
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Español: ellylly: Heey X ¿qué piensas de Zero?
X: Zero es más que un compañero; es mucho más que eso. Es un amigo inquebrantable que ha sido mi ancla en momentos de incertidumbre y peligro. A lo largo de innumerables batallas, Zero ha demostrado su valentía y habilidad para protegerme, a menudo poniendo en peligro su propia existencia. Incluso más allá del campo de batalla, Zero ha sido mi apoyo emocional, animándome cuando la desesperación amenazaba con abrumarme. Aunque algunos lo consideren frío o implacable, yo he sido testigo de su generoso corazón y su inquebrantable dedicación a la causa de la justicia. En esencia, Zero no sólo es un aliado indispensable, sino también un amigo en el que puedo confiar de todo corazón.
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mimipolo · 7 days ago
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Nam-gyu x GN!reader headcanons
I started writing just because I had so many scenarios of him in my head I needed to get out so tysm for liking my last post.
No this is not proof read, I MIGHT edit it later.
This man is horribly clingly to an extreme. Will hold onto anything in reach clothes, arm, shoulder. Honestly anywhere you'll allow him to. He won't touch the obvious places that would vouch for consent but he'd definitely be eager if you say he could.
And if you're someone's that's not into being constantly touched all the time he'd try his best to respect that but there'll definitely be moments when he reaches out for you and stops midway or his hand brushes you briefly. At some point he can't take it and takes a different route by standing so close your shoulders touch or instead urging you to initiate.
I feel like he takes care of his hands the best, his hair is choppy and his apartment is a state but he'll always make time to trim and take care of his nails. You asked him about it before and he just said he bites his nails a lot and didn't further explain why.
He seems like the type to be jittery a lot even when he's not high, in fact I think his hands would possibly shake less when he is. His hands shaking doesn't always necessarily means he's nervous but if you take them in yours to comfort him he'd definitely milk the hell out of it and hold out his hands to you expecting you to run your thumbs over them, that playful grin he always wears when he knows he's about to get what he wants on his face as he tilts his head at you.
Jealousy is in his top three emotions. He's far from perfect unfortunately and his possessiveness is definitely one of those defining traits. He would casually bring up bad things a person you're getting close to has done (like he's any better). Rubbing your back and preaching about how you should just stick with him.
Likes it if you run your hands down his back and sides, at first he found it annoying because of how ticklish it felt but shut up when you pointed out how hypocritical he was being. Being the fraud he is he quickly grew to like it, slumping his body over yours and as always expects to receive the embrace.
Lets you cut his hair, it's honestly the least of his concerns, is what he tells you at least. Sometimes you'll catch him picking at his hair in the reflection for too long. He's sat on the floor of your bathroom as you sit on the bathtub rim facing the mirror, his eyes are trained on your hands the whole time and he just couldn't help constantly making distracting pointers, a nudge to his side earns you a scoff before he eventually just let's you work.
Would constantly be twirling your hair if he's on call, he's persistent. If you have short hair or bald he'd scratch your scalp or nape of your neck, anything nearest to him.
He'd genuinely be happy if you initiated touch, even if it's not in public. He just liked the knowledge that you also like him enough to reciprocate.
This guy definitely has a staring problem, usually on your side or back profile but sometimes he zeroes in on random places that make you raise an eyebrow at him or push his head away flustered. And no you can't stare at him back he'll start blubbering about something that doesn't make sense and rubs his hands together to ease the nerves.
Defends you quietly, anyone that has talked behind your back gets confronted away from you. Obviously if they insult you in front of him he's swearing and throwing out threats he can't stand up to. If he wins (if) he'd try to act cool as he shrugs and wipes the blood from his nose and nudges you playfully, scolding you for "always getting him in trouble."
Absolutely insufferable during movies, won't shut up. Constantly pointing out bad acting or something he would've done in the characters position. Will only be quiet if you take charge of feeding him popcorn when you can tell he's about to yap, the instinct comes naturally after being around him for so long. Only times you'll mostly let him talk is during tense scenes in horror movies, it's alright then as he talks your ear off about random stuff in the movie that's somehow not relevant. Your eyes screwed with anxiety to the screen as he laughs and pulls you closer to his side (he starts talking to calm himself down because he's just as scared.)
Likes how warm your stomach is, always coming up behind you just to lay his cold hands on your stomach, causing you to jolt because he's like freezing?? He only chuckles and presses himself closer against you as he squeezes your sides. It's almost as if he knows how annoying he is.
Whenever you two lie in bed there's always a moment where he's lying on your chest, he honestly just looks thoughtless as he stares into the gap where your shirt meets your collarbone. Sighs heavily like a burdens been lifted when he smooth your palm over his hair and kiss his temple. You always fall asleep before him, I honestly believe he's an insomniac or at least has some problems sleeping, he's content just lying on you as you doze off though.
If you had a specific or unique style he'd admire it a lot. Honestly proud because he can't be asked to put the same effort into himself. If you do dress him up he'll feel good for a moment before feeling like an imposter and taking it off. The only accessories he has are his necklace and rings (you complimented them once and he hasn't thought of going back since.)
As much as he refuses to admit other people's views and opinions of him are a big part of his life. And after so many negative comments about himself he didn't see the point in trying to change it, instead he indulged in all the guilty pleasures they accused him of because what did he have to lose? But any kind words you give him he hangs onto like a life line, even just saying his name correctly has him hooked(Thanos...). He'll act all smug as you praise him, nodding and grinning while his ears flush red.
He also loves your hands. Kissing the tips, knuckles, pulse joint, everywhere. Makes you involuntary hold his face or put your hands on him. Likes seeing your hands intwined a lot, it feels solidifying.
Geekiest smile ever oh my days. He always looks so intimidating when he's outside but the moment another person (especially you) enters his bubble he's all smiles and chuckles, ducking his head softly as his hand covers his mouth. He could not handle being alone for too long.
The type of guy to randomly show up outside your apartment with takeaway with no warning and fully expects you to let him in, he knows you don't go out so it's the least you could do. Is already a foot inside your doorway when you finally open the door when you stop him, hand on your hip as you look him up and down.
"Since when did you have takeaway money?"
"Do you not wanna eat? Damn just let me in."
Chat can you tell I adore him 🤓
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moon7jay · 11 months ago
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TEMPTATION (p.js)
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best friend!jay x fem!reader
Warnings : non consensual, dubious consent, manipulation, smut, loads of masturbation, jay is a freak, anal sex, obsessive behavior, mentions of violence, Morally gray plot and characters obviously, read at your own risk. Not proofread, there might be some errors.
Wc : 8.6k
a/n : reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated so much, please, please don't hesitate to tell me your thoughts, it makes my entire day<3
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Candid.
You were too candid for your own good.
Jay doesn't remember when it started to get this bad. you have always been someone who spoke their mind, but he never expected to be witnessing it first hand, and definitely not like this.
As he watches you deep throat the popsicle, your glossy lips wrapped around it so deliciously,the lustrous sheen reminiscent of morning dew on rose petals; he thinks he's in one of his wet dreams. The gloss you're wearing today is not the same as yesterday; they're both shades of dark red but Jay can tell the difference. How? Don't ask him. It's not like he spent most of his time staring at your lips or anything. He isn’t obsessive (he is). He most definitely doesn't look up the same glosses you wear online, or order them to use them for some ulterior motives. so yeah, don’t ask him why or how he can tell what the raspberry red on your lips tastes like.
Your twinkling eyes meet his, the ice pop coming out of your mouth with a loud squelch, and you smile.
"What do you think?" you ask, and Jay doesn't remember what you're asking, or what you were talking about before that pink popsicle came into the picture.
He stares at you dumbly, eyes transfixed on the allure of your saliva coated lips. Oh, he so badly wants to-
"Jay, are you even listening?" your voice interrupts the not so decent direction his thoughts were headed in.
"Huh?"
"I'm asking you, what do you think about my throat game?" your eyes shine, and Jay gulps.
This. This is exactly what he's been dealing with for the past few months.
You both have been best friends since sophomore year, and he understands that as people get closer, they start sharing all types of thoughts and secrets. Even the most intimate and inappropriate ones. Right?
Wrong.
Because jay doesn't remember sexual questions and indecency being a bonding activity among best friends. Sometimes he wonders, do you even consider him a man? Because what man is immune to these sinful thoughts, no matter how hard he tries? Were you really that unaware of the impact your words have on him or did you do it on purpose?
Jay just wasn't mentally prepared for this phase of your friendship. He blames it on his sex crazed brain.
"It-it's good" he mutters, praying that you don't notice the shakiness in his voice. or the reddening of his ears. or the sweat trickling down his neck. or the way he keeps the cushion tightly situated on his lap. Oh fuck it, there's no way you don't notice.
You giggle. You giggle, and the sound goes straight to his chubbing up cock.
"thought so, I've been practicing you know? Heeseung is so lucky, I don't even have a gag reflex" you excitedly brag about your sexual prowess, and Jay can't feel his legs. In fact, all his focus is zeroed in on one place, just like the blood rushing to his dick.
His fists clench at the familiar name and he grits his teeth to stop the throbbing in his jaw.
If Jay's life was a coming of age comedy, you were definitely the main character, and heeseung; even thinking of his name leaves a bad taste in jongseong's mouth, would be your potential love interest. Matter of fact, he seemed to be everyone's love interest.
Jay tho? He wasn't even a supporting character. You just kept him around.
You had pranced into his life in sophomore year, all wide smiles and bright eyes. When he had moved away from his home for college, he had accepted the fact that he would probably spend all of his college life alone.
Because, one, jongseong was awkward. And two, jongseong was awkward.
His awkwardness stemmed from having two friends for most of his life; they were the only two people he could talk to like a normal human being. So, when he left them behind, he left his ability to make proper conversations with them.
But you didn't need him to talk. Nope. You did all the talking for him.
He'd been minding his business, cramming up the notes for upcoming end sem exams , when the chair beside him had been pulled out and you had plopped on it in all your glory. He remembers that you had smelled like ripe cherries, and it didn't take long for jeongseong to get addicted to that fragrance.
Extrovert adopting an introvert, was the basic description of your friendship with him.
But he doesn't know where his obsession with you fits in the dynamic, doesn't know where his need to inject you in his veins stems from.
"Y-yeah, H-he's so fucking lucky" he admits, eyes shaking. He knows he sounds nervous and distressed, but if you notice, you don't mention it.
He watches as you smile proudly and go back to sucking on the popsicle, without a single care in the world. Your red tongue pokes out to lick along its length, before you start suckling on its tip.
oh, how he wishes he was that godforsaken popsicle.
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It happens again on a leisure evening. Jay had rented out the movie you so desperately wanted to see, but somewhere in the middle, you got bored. Honestly,he should’ve sensed it coming; from the weary sighs leaving your lips, to the way you were reclined on the couch, it couldn’t have been more obvious.
"It's so hard being single I swear, my fingers don't do it for me and i am so fucking frustrated right now "
Jay thinks he has developed hearing impairment. If not that, then maybe brain damage, because he's sure he's making this all up in his head somehow. there's no way you're talking to him about masturbation right now. This has to be one of his lucid dreams, there's no way you're that comfortable around him.
oh but you are. Your eyes rest on his, curious, inquisitive, as if waiting for a response. But jongseong has lost his ability to formulate coherent sentences.
"Oh" he blurts.
that's it. That's all that he can come up with.
It's an essential mercy that you don't particularly seem to care for his response, just needing a signal to rant more.
"Yes. oh. and i swear Jay, sometimes I'll try to get my fingers in there, but it's so fucking tight and they only go half way in, it's so frus-"
Jay tunes the rest of the conversation out. His mind latches onto the word "Tight ". His throat becomes parched and his palms sweat profusely where they rest against his thighs. His eyes travel down your body, drinking you in. The moles on your collarbone are so fucking tempting, he wonders if someone has told you this before. The way your skirt pools around your thighs has him gasping for air, too much skin, his palms itch to grope.
He feels like a fucking creep, because the creases on your forehead and the heated movements of your hands as you emphasize your point, makes it clear that you are just rambling.
He's your best friend and you're sharing your issues with him, like normal friends do. except Jay is not normal. At least, not when it comes to you.
He knows that you've not had much experience, knows that you've never even been fucked good, and he can't stop his imagination from running wild as he pictures you under him right now. Right on the couch that you've got your pretty ass seated on.
He wonders what your cute moans sound like, wonders if you're a screamer, or do you like to deep throat on fingers to keep your voice down. Wonders what your face looks like when you're cumming. Wonders if your nails will scratch his back red while he stuffs you full of his cum, or will you beg him to pull out.
he shouldn't be having these thoughts and yet, he just can't help it.
"What about you?" you ask, disrupting his inner monologue.
"Me?" he falters, shifting a little, sneakily adjusting his aching length.
"Yeah, are you getting some? or do you just jerk off like other losers? " There's a teasing glint in your eyes as you ask him the most intimate question one can ask someone.
Jay chokes on his own saliva. Thankfully, before he can muster up the courage to stutter an embarrassing attempt of an answer, your phone rings and you're making your way out of his house. A family emergency, you tell him, and Jay can't even bring himself to ask you about it, his mind too preoccupied with the conversation you both just had.
What would you have said if he had told you about all the girls that he fucks, imagining that they were you? Would you have been disgusted, or would it turn you on?
or about all the nights he spends wanking off to your most innocent pictures on his phone; would you think he's creepy, or would you ask him to show you how?
He can't help slipping his hands inside his pants once you're gone, can't help the pathetic moans that fall from his lips while he imagines how 'tight ' you must be. Fuck. Would you clamp around his throbbing length? would your cute little pussy suck him right in?
His movements get faster, more desperate, palms getting slick with how much precum he's leaking as he jerks himself off to the thoughts of your cunt. He flicks his wrist, the friction of his rough palm against his sensitive dick driving him insane.
He needs it, he needs you.
His grasp on his leaking cock becomes firm; tighter, wetter, softer, your thoughts send him right over the edge just in a few more dreamy strokes. The act of cumming inside his boxers is so fucking filthy, the wet spot forming on the front of his pants being a testament to his perverted desires.
"fuck, fuck baby" he groans, gulping harshly while he comes down from his high, his cum covering his palms and thighs , some of it splattering onto his stomach.
God, if only you could see him right now. If only you knew what a mess you make of him.
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You're drunk.
He can see it in the way you're starting to slur your words, the sentences no longer making any sense. Your eyes are glassy and droopy, almost on the verge of passing out. He should stop you. He should snatch the bottle away from your wobbly hands and yet.
He doesn't.
Maybe if he was a better man, he would have, but jay is not that man.
Jay watches you take another swing and anticipation builds up in his chest. You're unaware, blinded to the fact that he came here with a purpose tonight; multiple bottles of rum, the particular brand that gets you groggy in a few sips, the game cards, the setting, everything was planned.
When you told him that your roommate was gone for the night, he saw the perfect opportunity to set his sick scheme into motion. And like the naive little girl that you were, you didn't even question him about his odd idea of getting drunk on a weekday, or why you were the only one getting drunk while his glass sat untouched between you both.
Your head lulls to the side ,and within a few seconds, you plop onto your back, mumbling a few intangible words, spread out on your bed like a fucking feast.
Jay inhales harshly, his tongue flicking out to lick over his dry lips. He looks around frantically, as if someone can see what he's about to do. As if someone can peek into his sick and twisted mind. There's no one here though, and his patience is running thin.
Jay crawls over your limp body, his dark eyes devouring you, memorizing every feature up close. Your hairs are splayed around your head like a halo, some strands falling onto your forehead. your lashes flutter slightly, still in between the phase of being passed out and somewhat awake. Your luscious lips keep mumbling words that he's sure even you don't understand. there's a red flush on the apple of your cheeks, enhancing the contours of your face, and Jay just wants to take a bite.
His hungry eyes travel lower,drinking your beauty in like a famished man, watching in rampant awe at how your chest rises and falls, your tank top giving him an eyeful of your soft cleavage. well damn.
His throat bobs, taking in the way your tank top rides up your stomach, exposing your entire midriff to his lustful eyes. You're so, so innocent like this, so naive. How could you trust him so easily? He was a man, it didn't matter that he was your best friend,he was a man regardless.
you really have zero survival instincts.
But Jay is glad that it's him and not someone else. Jay would never harm you, Jay would never do anything wrong to you. He just wants to love you.
His hand moves instinctively, and he's groping your soft thighs, eyes flickering up instantly to watch you with a bated breath. When you don't show any signs of waking up, his movements get harsher, his hold sliding up,grabbing a handful of your ass. A groan falls from his lips at the feeling of your soft skin against his rough palms, his dick hardening inside his pants. Your shorts are too thin to leave anything to the imagination.
Before he knows, his hands are roaming and exploring your curves freely, caressing every inch of your naked skin that he can find. God you're so soft, so fucking soft. He doesn't overdo it tho, doesn't grab you as harshly as he wants to, aware that he can't leave any marks. He leans down and bites on your lower lip inadvertently, eyes closing in delight when your taste overwhelms his senses. You're sweeter than he imagined, and he automatically presses further into you. He moves his lips, tries to kiss you, but your lack of reciprocation irks him to no end. Fueled by his desperation to taste you, his hand comes up and he's cupping your plushy cheeks, making your mouth pucker up like a fish, the little peek of your red tongue from inside drives him up the fucking wall. Without thinking, he dives in, his tongue meeting yours, licking into your hot mouth messily, slurping in your saliva like a freak.
It's too much, the feeling of your body so close, your taste, the fact that this was wrong on so many levels, it all just added up to his arousal.
He trails his lips downwards,kissing and licking every inch of your tempting flesh.
As if a switch is flipped inside his head, Jay pulls back hurriedly and unzips his pants. his hands shake on the zipper, high from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. His dick throbs against his boxers, begging for some sweet relief. His breathing is deep, the fact that he is finally about to act on his perverse fantasies hitting him hard. As he pulls his leaking dick out of the confines of his boxers, shoving them unceremoniously down to his knees, he leans back over your figure again, supporting himself with one palm resting beside your head.
He hisses painfully through his teeth, the feeling of his palm wrapping around his cock being too much.
Jay wants to see your pussy, god, he wants to taste it, he wants to fuck it till you're screaming, but not yet. He knows his limits. He knows that once he gets a peek of the treasure you hide between your legs, he might not be able to stop himself from pounding your limp body into the sheets; and so he controls the itching in his loins, resists the temptation. That can wait for another day. Right now though, he just wants to cum.
He pulls down your tank top impatiently, exposing your bra clad tits to his starving eyes. Lace, of course you wear lace.
"fucking slut" he grunts. Fuck, the way your boobs spill out of the cups, your nipples peeking through the sheer fabric makes his dick twitch. Without further ado, He wraps his palm around himself and starts stroking.
"fuck baby, look at what you do to me" he groans, leaning down to kiss your plump cheek, nuzzling his nose into your warm flesh.
His bottom lips is tucked between his teeth, his grip tightening around his leaking shaft, moving his rough palm up and down languidly. As much as he wants to take his time enjoying your body, he knows he can't take a risk. On top of that, he's too pent up to be able to drag this out, he can already feel the familiar tingling in the pit of his stomach. Too good,everything feels too good.
He whines as his thumb rubs over his engorged tip, the pleasure driving him insane.
"are you tight baby? fuck, I bet you're so fucking tight, would make my dick feel so good won't you?" He gasps into your skin, brows furrowing as his movements become harsher, faster. His abs flex and his hips jerk forward into his tight fist, imagining it's your pussy that he's fucking into.
“god it feels so good to finally fuck my fist” he pants, his warm breath fanning your flushed face.
His thighs tremble and he leans his body into yours, pressing himself flush against your unsuspecting figure. He slots his throbbing cock between your plush thighs and starts humping against you eagerly. He just can't help it. It's all your fucking fault.
"Mhmm, baby, baby, fuck you feel so good" He whimpers, fingers digging into the fat of your waist, nose buried inside the crook of your neck, breathing you in. You smell so fucking intoxicating, and he feels his sanity slipping away. God, how he wishes he could thrust inside of your wet heat right now. How he wishes he could jerk his cock off using your tight little cunt.
Its getting wet and messy, the squelching sounds coming from his cock moving back and forth against your flesh are downright filthy.
A strained moan slips from his throat and the knot in his stomach tightens. He's so fucking close.
Jay gathers a copious amount of saliva in his mouth and spits in his hand, rubbing it all over his dick, lubricating it for more pleasure, flicking his wrist faster.
"wish I was inside you right now, look how hard you make me baby, gonna cum so much f’ you-mhmnp-fuck-fuck" His whines become louder, groans get breathier, indicating the approach of an impending orgasm.
The heat inside his loins becomes unbearable and he needs contact. Direly.
Naked skin, soft flesh rubbing against his sweaty body while he jerks himself off, that’s exactly what he craves. He lets go of his cock momentarily and strips his shirt off, throwing it aimlessly across your room. He pants while he slides your bra down your chest, letting your boobs spill out in the open. The sight so lewd, he could come from this alone.
His pupils dilate, sweat trickling down his neck in effort and desire. he leans forward and presses his nipples against yours, hissing harshly, gasping in pleasure at feeling his naked chest rubbing against yours. Is this what sex with you would feel like? Sweaty bodies rutting against one another, chasing carnal pleasure?
Jay pants, and starts to jerk off furiously, wanking his dick like a mad man, palm moving back and forth while he thrusts his tongue inside your open mouth again. A groan escapes his lips, it really does feel like he is fucking you.
"God I wish you could see me right now baby, using your body for my pleasure, just like it's supposed to be" He grunts into your mouth, coating your lips with his saliva.
His hand picks up speed, he's so fucking close, his hips jerk into his own touch, chasing that friction like an animal in heat.
"God yeah, oh fuck yeah baby, gonna cum so hard for you" He groans, squeezing his eyes shut while he spurts long strings of cum onto your naked skin, hot pants fall from his mouth into yours. He squeezes his dick, tugging at it a few more times, cumming so much that it doesn't seem to stop.
"oh fuckk yeahhh, just like that" he moans, rolling over and falling onto his back beside you, rubbing his dick raw. He pumps himself shallowly, milking himself for all that he's worth, his breathing getting slower, sighs of contentment falling from his lips.
Fuck. That was so good.
He looks over at your mess of a body and quickly gets into action, getting dressed haphazardly and adjusting your clothes while he tries his best to clean every drop of cum from your skin and clothes.
The next morning when you whine about a headache, he pretends to be worried, and when you hiss in pain, telling him that there's a painful redness in your inner thighs, he tells you that it might be from your sheets rubbing against your soft skin, and that you should probably buy new ones.
If his dick twitches as he remembers rutting in between your flesh like an animal in heat, that's between him and God
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Jay is thoroughly convinced that he's losing his goddamn mind.
With each passing moment, He can feel himself descending into madness.
Nothing feels good, nothing feels worth it, time thoroughly stops if he's not constantly touching you or moping around you.
After that night, he did not get another opportunity to have you alone, and it was promptly causing havoc in his brain. It was fucking him up from the inside.
He wonders if you notice the lack of proximity between your bodies every time you both hang out together lately. But if you do notice the small lingering touches he leaves on your skin here and there, you don't mention it.
"fuck, j-just shut the fuck up" he growls, pushing the woman's head further into the pillows while he continues to plow her from behind.
Ever since he got a taste of you, Jay has found it harder and harder to find pleasure in anything or anyone else. He fucks and fucks but deep down, he knows that no pussy can ever feel like yours.
The cunt wrapped around him is warm and wet, it feels good, making hot pleasure run across his abdomen, but every time he feels his high approaching, the glaring realization that this isn't you underneath him, hits him hard. Fuck.
Jay grits his teeth and closes his eyes, remembering the taste of your soft lips on his, reminiscing the addicting feel of your nipples pressing into his hard chest; his hips pick up pace. He's fucking the woman underneath him brutally, her screams echo in the entire room, her body flailing to get out of his grasp; but Jay can't seem to stop.
"G-gah God just-take it" He groans, hissing in relief when the knot in his stomach snaps, his hips plowing at an animalistic pace, riding his high against the warm pussy in which he's buried.
"fuck fuck fuck" He chants, sighing in hot pleasure, eventually loosening his grip on the slut's body. As soon as he does tho, she pushes him off of herself, turning to him with tears streaming down her red face.
"You're a fucking animal you know?" She spits, sniffing and sobbing as she limps to her feet, his cum running down one of her legs. She collects her clothes and throws a dirty look over her shoulder towards him before she leaves.
Jay scoffs and runs an exasperated hand over his sweaty face. Refusing to acknowledge the elephant in the room. All that talk and she didn’t even satisfy his dick.
What the fuck is happening to him? This type of aggression isn't typical of him and yet, he can't seem to control his emotions in the heat of the moment.
Before he can get immersed too deep into his self reflection, his phone rings, your face glowing like an angel on his lock screen.
You. The bane of his existence.
His dick twitches as he swipes right.
"Jongieee" you squeal, going on a tangent about your eye contact with heeseung across the hallway. The visible vein in jay's forehead throbs, as if all the blood's being pumped through that one particular artery in order to give him the strength to cope.
He's going to fuck heeseung's pretty face up. The rage that fills him up at the thought of another man touching you is insurmountable. It wasn't always like this. But somewhere in the middle of your budding friendship, the dynamic shifted drastically.
At first it was a stupid crush, he thought he was in love with you. But he isn't so sure now. This isn't love, no. This is beyond love. A vile, dark version of it. This is an obscene obsession. Jay is fucking obsessed with you. The need to attain you weighs heavy on his conscience.
As he hears your voice, he focuses on the sweet melody and drowns out the words. This makes the throbbing in his dick return ten fold.
He wraps a shaky hand around his slick shaft and starts to stroke it. Real nice and slow. Just how he likes it. Just like he knows your small hands will do to him.
He bites on his lower lip to prevent any sounds from escaping, and he continues to jerk off to your voice. The veins running along his cock throb in his tight grip, the swollen tip squirting precum onto his moving palm.
"Hmm yeah? Tell me more" he whispers, hoping that you don't notice how breathy his voice sounds, or how pure lust drips from his panting breaths.
The slick squelchy sounds from his palm moving up and down his leaking length echo loudly in the room. A part of him wishes that you catch him in this filthy act, relishing in the surprised and scandalized gasp that would leave your lips when you realize what he is doing.
Fuck.
His hand picks up pace, his second orgasm getting closer and closer the more that your sweet voice rings in his ears.
"Jay?" you ask, obviously confused as to why he hasn't said a single thing yet.
Jay, on the other hand, mutes his side of the mic and groans loudly.
"fuck yeah baby, say my name" He whimpers, his hips thrusting up into his tight fist.
He's jerking himself furiously now, closer, closer, he can taste the sweet release at the tip of his tongue,
"Yeah, shit y/n, make me fucking cum" his mewl fades into a high pitched moan as he shoots thick strands of cum after cum into his own fist, watching with hooded eyes , how it spurts everywhere, his abs contracting at the immense force.
God you drive him batshit crazy.
He hangs up on you, ignoring your voice calling out to him, not trusting his own voice enough to talk to you like a normal person, right after he wanked off to you like a perverted freak.
He shoots a quick message to you in explanation tho, getting his cum all over his screen in the process.
"can't hear you, network issue I think. Call u later?"
Later when Jay lets the hot water of the shower run all over his spent body, his mind drifts off to you and the events of the last few months.
He needs to fuck this madness out of his system, he decides.
Maybe once he gets his dick inside of you, he might be able to get you out of his mind.
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You look beautiful.
You always look beautiful, but something about the way that tight little red dress hugs your curves tonight has every man in the room salivating. You're like a piece of meat that's dangling in front of a pack of hungry wolves. And Jay is sure that he's the hungriest of them all.
When you had called him that afternoon, your voice sweet and pleading, begging him to accompany you to yeonjun's party, he didn't know what it would entail.
"Please, please come with me Jay, you know it's my best chance at getting heeseung to notice me" your words had been whiny, travelling straight between his legs.
He had clenched his jaw and hummed in response, not having it in him to refuse your offer. As much as it enraged him that you would take another man's name when he was right there, he also knew that his time would come.
"I love youuu, you're the best" you had squealed, making his heart do weird flips inside his chest. Yeah, he was the best. And he was going to make sure that you knew it too by the end of the night.
He's sure he's drooling, eyes tethered to the way you grind your hips on the dance floor.
It's sexy, you're so fucking sexy. Your lips are stretched into a small smile, as if you know that all eyes are feasting on you. He loves how you thrive in it, loves how you're eating up all the attention.
What he doesn't appreciate tho, is the sight of heeseung's figure making his way towards you on the dance floor. Jay's body works faster than his brain, his nostrils flaring as he makes his way towards heeseung, red hot rage propelling him forward.
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Sweat trickles down the valley of your breasts and the air feels stuffy. You need a drink. Right now.
You're mildly disappointed when you don't find heeseung anywhere in sight, all that show that you put on, and for nothing?
You sigh dramatically and make your way to the kitchen, recognizing jay's hunched over figure in the corner, doing God knows what.
"Jay? " you call out to him. His figure freezes upon hearing your voice, he turns his head to meet your eyes and shoves his hand inside his pocket without a second's delay. His behavior makes you furrow your brows "what?" you ask him incredulously. Why was he behaving like a child who'd been caught sneaking where he shouldn't be sneaking.
He shrugs his shoulders and turns fully to face your approaching form.
Jay knows that he's staring, but he just can't help it. Not tonight.
You pick up the drink from the counter and swirl it, looking around the kitchen, scrunching up your nose adorably at the intense make out session near the sink.
Jay follows your line of vision and almost groans. Did you have any idea, how badly he wanted to recreate that scene with you.
"Where's heeseung?" you question, your curious eyes looking back at him.
Jay hopes you don't notice the way his jaw immediately locks up, his mood dampening at another man’s name. Jay likes you best when you’re calling his name, he decides.
"He left" He quips, reaching for a drink with his free hand that isn't buried inside his pocket in a meticulous manner.
You look at him heatedly, and Jay sighs.
"He left, or you made him?" your voice is angry, irritated when you ask him that, and Jay feels his own anger flare up at your tone.
Not wanting to cause a scene, he grabs your hand and drags you inside the bathroom instead, grateful when you don't resist.
The way you free your wrist from his grasp to create some distance between you two, is what he doesn't like.
"What did you do?" You demand, folding your hands across your chest, pushing your boobs up in the process. Jay's eyes flicker down to your beauties and the heat in his head travels all the way down to his groin. He needs to have you, now.
You watch in horror as Jay retrieves his hand from the pocket of his pants. The cuts and bruises all over his knuckles make you gasp. Your hands fall to your sides and you look up into his eyes disbelievingly.
"I-w-why? Jay? What the fuck is wrong with you?" you ask, disbelief and anger making way for concern.
"You! you are what's fucking wrong with me!" Jay bellows and it makes you flinch, terror filling up your viens , because this isn't your Jay. Your Jay was calm, and so, so quiet.
Raging eyes look into yours as he stalks towards you. You don't see it coming when he cups your cheek in his hands and thrusts his tongue inside your mouth. Your hands come up to bang against his chest but it only propels him to pull you further into his chest. Fuck, it feels so fucking good when you move against him.
You whine while his tongue tastes your hot mouth hungrily, forcing it deep inside the crevices of your cavity.
Mustering up all the strength that's left in your body, you push him away, heaving heavy breaths as he stumbles back by a few steps.
Your watery eyes look at him in horror and disbelief, refusing to believe that your best friend just forced himself upon you.
"You're insane" you whisper, your voice hauntingly quiet.
He pulls your body closer to himself and kisses you again, diving into your taste desperately "for you, so fucking crazy for you" he murmurs between kisses, continuing to make out with you, making a mess at how forcefully he sucks your tongue into his mouth.
You hit against his chest, thrashing your body in his hold. He pulls back a little and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes are crazed as they look into yours. A string of saliva connects your mouth to his famished one.
"Let me fuck you" He pants.
His words hit you like a slap across the face. What the fuck.
Your head feels dizzy, too much was happening for you to process. Using all the force you could, you push him away from you again.
"Stop acting like this jay!" you cry, just wanting your best friend back. But from the looks of it, he's nowhere in sight.
No, no, no. This can't be happening to you
"Come on, you know you want this" Jay hisses, malice dripping from his eyes.
Your lips wobble and you can do nothing but shake your head, it lolls on your neck lifelessly. You want to say something, but words feel foreign, as if not knowing how to bend your tongue to make the syllables sound quite right.
The bathroom is a tight space, not much expanse for you to run or hide. You see the door from your peripheral and it gives you some hope. If you can get the door to open up in time, you can scream. Maybe someone might hear you through the bass boosted music thrumming in the house.
You stumble back a few more steps but before you can stretch your hand towards the bathroom door, he pounces on you, a sharp whoosh leaving your mouth as your back thumps against the wall behind. He buries his nose inside the crook of your neck, gliding it's slope across the expanse of your soft skin, humming in desire.
His hands run all over your body, cupping your boobs through your dress, making you mewl as he twists your nipples painfully.
"it's about time we had sex baby" he whispers in your ear, biting and nibbling on your earlobe sensually.
"J-jay p-please think about this" you plead, your voice small and frightened, tremors covering your entire figure when he starts to unbuckle his jeans impatiently.
"Think? Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how much I've thought about this do you? " His eyes stay on yours, maintaining eye contact while his fingers unzip his pants. Jay had forgone boxers, too impatient to take his time undressing. His sole purpose was to get his dick inside your stomach tonight.
"This is all I've been thinking about for the past year baby, your cute little cunt is all i fucking think about" He grits.
His dick plops out of his pants, hitting his abdomen, smearing a blob of precum on his happy trail. Your eyes widen and water further, little sobs start to wrack your body. Your eyes take in the view of his uncut cock, curving upwards in sexual need.
"Too big?” he asks, tone mocking your deer caught in the headlights expression, his body presses closer to yours while he works to slide your tight little dress up your thighs, exposing your panty clad pussy to his eyes , fuck yeah.
“I'll make it fit" he groans, running his fingers over your vulva, pinching your clit in the process. You sob and start flailing in his hold, your fists coming up to hit against his chest.
"Jay please, please,no" your voice shakes urgently when he tears your sheer panties apart in pieces, his tongue coming out to lick over his dry lips.his eyes are wide and unseeing, they terrify you.
"Fuck, this pussy has been driving me fucking crazy" he pants, taking a hold of his dick and running it's bulbous head along your slit, coating it in his precum. His eyes come up to momentarily look in your terrified ones and he bites his lower lip, gaze famished and hungry, drinking up all your reactions.
He pops his head in between your silky folds and his knees buckle at the delicious feeling, his free hand coming up to rest against the wall behind you, as he cages you against it.
"fuck, you're tight, gonna have a field day forcing myself inside" he tuts, amused.
His words make you sob, an inexplicable heat spreading across your pelvis when he bullies more of his throbbing shaft inside, satisfied moans leaving his mouth in stuttering gasps.
He wraps your leg around his waist and without warning, buries himself inside your cunt in one harsh thrust, doubling over in pleasure.
"Oh fuck yeah baby, shit" He growls, resting his forehead against yours, his hot breaths falling on your wet cheeks.
You wail and scream but Jay doesn't stop moving, your small fists do nothing to deter his movements, his hips starting to pick up pace instead. His brows furrow in pleasure and he moans into your mouth, urging you to cry more as his cock pumps deep inside your guts.
"Tight little slut, this is what you fucking wanted didn't you? Fucking cock tease" he hisses, throwing his head back in extreme ecstasy, pounding his hips rapidly into yours. The feeling of your nails scratching the skin of his neck makes him groan in pleasure.
"Yeah baby, you wanna fight? let's fucking fight like this" He whispers silkily, grabbing your ass in his big palms, groping your soft flesh painfully, digging his own nails into it.
"h-hurts so much Jay, stop please, p-please" you sob, tears blurring your vision, the stretch from his cock being too much for your tiny little pussy. The way your nails dig into his shoulders, you're sure that if he was naked, you would break his skin.
Jay scoffs and presses your body further into the wall, snapping his hips faster into yours, fucking desperately into your wet, hot cunt.
"Yeah? But your cunt is sucking me in baby, looks like you like what we're doing"
You throw your head back at his words, unable to stop your hips from gyrating against his thrusts. Pleasure was starting to cloud your mind.
"fucking finally, feels so good to be buried in this pussy, should have forced myself in it a long time ago" He pants, taking your lower lip in his mouth while he increases the intensity of his rut. You moan into his mouth when he digs his teeth in your plump flesh, his actions barbaric.
The squelching sounds start filling up the small cubicle, the filthiness of the whole act only working to fuel your desire more.
Before you can get submerged in pleasure tho, Jay pulls out of you with an embarrassing ‘plop’ and forces you to your knees instead; ignoring how you hiss in pain at the feeling of the rough tiles scraping against your bare knees.
He penetrates your mouth with his cock and starts fucking, plowing it like it's your cunt, moaning and groaning in pure pleasure.
You dig your nails into his thighs but he ignores your pleas to breathe, pushing your head further against the wall instead. He digs his fingers in your hairs and grinds his hips into your plump mouth, his dick hitting the back of your throat mercilessly.
"God yeah, just like that, jerked off so much to you baby, suck my dick like you fucking mean it" His whiny voice travels straight between your legs and you moan. The vibrations of your throat make his dick twitch inside your mouth and he pulls out with a groan.
He rubs his cock head against your lips and buries himself to the hilt inside your throat again, pressing your nose against his pubes while his cum filled balls slap against your chin.
The lack of gagging makes him chuckle in disbelief “no fucking gag reflex, god your throat is just like a fucking cunt”.you mewl and rub your thighs together at his words.
"Fucking hell, should have done this before, we could have been fucking so much" he grouches, kneeling down and forcing your body onto the floor. It's a tight fit, but jay doesn't seem to care. He folds your body in half and thrusts inside your pussy again. His movements are so impatient and hurried, you aren't used to being desired this way.
"mhmnm yeah, pussy feels so good" He growls, his hold tightening further around your legs that rest against his shoulders and he starts to rut into your tight heat again. This time it's more desperate, downright filthy. He's panting on your face, letting a string of saliva drip from his mouth into yours when he sees your mouth open in a silent scream. You choke on it and he laughs, condescending, hissing through gritted teeth.
"Get used to this baby, we're gonna be fucking so much after tonight, gonna keep my cock buried in your fuck hole" he groans, bullying his cock into your hole over and over again.
You wrap your arms around his neck and start grinding into him, staring back into his eyes to let him know that you want this.
His eyes widen upon feeling your hips thrusting upwards, humping his cock, hot pleasure running down his spine.
"Yeah baby? fuck, you like this? fucking slut, you did all of that on purpose didn't you? wanted to drive me fucking crazy for this pussy?"
You nod in pleasure, all rational thoughts leaving your mind. All you know is, that his dick feels a little too good when it rams against your cervix.
You are close, way too close, your body convulsing in carnal lust as your orgasm washes over you all of a sudden.
Moan after moan of his name falling from your red bitten lips.
He laughs as he feels your cum trickle down his thighs, drenching his balls in your juices.
"fucking slut" He moans, throwing his head back as he enjoys the clenching of your throbbing cunt on his leaking shaft.
He feels himself close to his high, but he doesn't want this to end. Not yet.
Jay pulls out and rests his back against the wall, patting his thigh for your spent figure as you lie on the floor.
"Come sit on it " He breaths, his voice strained due to how much effort it takes for him to not start jerking off to the sight of your sticky cum running between your pussy lips.
So fucking hot. He wants to obliterate your pussy.
He watches with hooded eyes as you get up on your knees and crawl towards him, eyes trailing down to his hard dick. Jay groans at your hungry gaze, fuck yeah. You want him. You want his dick.
This singular thought forces him to wrap his palm around his leaking prick. Your eyes widen and a small mewl escapes your lips as you watch him stroke his length slowly, wet sounds resonating between the space between your hot bodies.
Jay bites on his lower lip and starts to stroke faster "yeah you like this? This is how I jerked off to your thoughts baby, rubbed my dick raw every night, imagining it was your pussy instead of my fucking hand" He pants, cupping his balls with his other hand, the double stimulation driving him insane.
The sight in front of you is so lewd, it makes your pussy drip. The way his pants are not all the way off, resting against his ankles, hanging on him unceremoniously is so hot, your cunt clenches around nothing.
Without a single thought, you close the gap between your bodies, straddling his lap while you maintain a hungry eye contact with him. He looks famished as he watches you replace his palms with yours, tugging on his throbbing cock a few more times before you guide it to your wet hole.
"Yeah baby put it in, come on, put my dick inside" He groans, his hands coming up to wrap around your waist, pulling you down onto his length impatiently. You both let out gasps of pleasure when his dick slips inside, buried in you balls deep.
"f-fuck" you moan and he hums, throwing his head back in pleasure. The itch in your pussy starts to intensify and your hips start moving on their own, looking a way to satisfy it.
"Yeah, ride it, ride it like you fucking want it" he moans, thrusting up into your hole. You gasp and hold onto his shoulders, slamming yourself up and down on his shaft. The sex feels too good. So hot and so messy. It makes you wonder why you were resisting it in the first place.
Your hot, sweaty bodies rutt against one another desperately, feeling your highs approaching at a rapid pace.
"Bounce on it baby, come on, make me cum, wanna fill this pussy up" He pants, digging his nails into your thighs as he begins thrusting up at a rapid pace. You squeal at the sudden action but bury your face inside the crook of his neck in pleasure. Too good. Fuck it's starting to get too hot.
Desperate gasps escape his lips when your cunt starts clenching around him again, he's close, so close. Fuck yeah. He can’t believe he is finally gonna cum in your cunt, and just the thought of it was enough to make the knot in his stomach snap.
"Just like that, oh yeah, oh fuckkkkkk" he growls, humping upwards as he holds your body down and squirts his cum into your womb, thrusting rapidly into your swollen pussy, making you cum again.
You moan and whine when he doesn't stop moving, his hips pick up pace without break and your head gets dizzy. The over-stimulation getting to your head.
"can't stop fucking, let's do it again yeah? let me pound this cunt again I'm so fucking hard"
Before you can protest, he is flipping you around, pressing your body against the bathroom floor, your boobs squished against the cold tiles. The tiles were so dirty, probably because of the number of couples before you both, who couldn't wait to get down and dirty. You wonder, how many people fucked in this cubicle before you, and your back arches on its own. You feel his body mounting you and he envelops your sweaty body with his meaty arms.
You gasp upon feeling his thumb prodding at your asshole, dipping in and out experimentally.
"Jay not there please please I've never-" your begging gets cut off with a shrill scream as his entire head bullies inside your sphincter.
Jay's eyes roll back in pleasure and he moans, the sound so pornographic that it makes hot lust run through your womb.
"fucking hell baby, it's tighter than your pussy, gonna fuck it so hard"
Your legs flail but Jay doesn’t stop dicking you down, he thrusts his entire length inside your virgin hole and groans in ecstasy, it is the tightest hole he's ever been buried in. His hips start moving, plowing into you at a rapid pace. He puffs and huffs like a dog in heat, the stimulation around his dick pushing him closer to the edge again. Your hole stays tight as a clamp around his meat.
You, on the other hand, wail in pleasure mixed with pain. It hurts, it hurts but God does it hurt so good. His balls slap against your ass cheeks painfully.
Skin slapping sounds fill up the bathroom and you push your ass back against his dick, moaning and bucking back, needing it deeper inside your stomach.
"That's right baby, fuck back on me, gonna cum so hard again" His plaintive groans indicate his arousal, lust drips from the frantic movements of his hips.
He thrusts inside you wantonly, his desire to nut overpowering all other senses.
The desperate rut and stimulation of your hole sends you tumbling over another orgasm, your legs quivering as you come with a pleasured moan, chanting his name in a prayer.
The tight clamping of your two sphincter muscles on his fully engorge cock send jay over the line. He bellows loudly, cursing and grunting as spurt after spurt of his pent-up sperm paint the inside of your fuck hole
Finally satiated, Jay falls onto your limp body, kissing your earlobe, mumbling lazily about how he's gonna fuck you again and again till he erases heeseung's name from the forefront of your mind.
You don't tell him that there is no heeseung anymore. You don't tell him how every cell of your body only craves his touch now, aching to be plowed by his dick alone.
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r0-boat · 28 days ago
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ZZZ Alpha!Von lycaon ramble
Zenless Zone Zero Omegaverse AU
Alpha!Lycaon x Omega gn!reader
Cw: breeding, Omegaverse, knots, no sex but suggestive
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If you thought normal heats and ruts were bad then, then you are not ready when a Thiren goes into heat or rut; they are already part animal. It's like those dormant instincts become active once again.
Lycaon doesn't even want to think about ruts; He already has too much on his plate. He can't trust that his rut will come early or not, so he must prepare at the right time. And he cannot afford a day, let alone a week off, other than his regular schedule. It is just easier to take suppressants and or take injections to suppress his Alpha hormones.
He only stopped doing it recently when the medication started getting him sick, And not only his colleagues but his master was telling him how unhealthy it was to constantly keep suppressing ruts.
Von Lycaon is a little insecure with his second gender; He was a very rowdy alpha in his youth, and ever since then he's been on suppressants till recently, apparently his scent is very overwhelming It took him a month before he got used to his own. He also start picking up habits that alpha's usually have He keeps forgetting that humans can pick up how he's feeling based off his scent he still learning to control that. he is very gentle and extremely protective with Omega's.
If there's any Alpha he sees harassing an Omega, he won't hesitate to throttle them, elegantly, of course. He believes that alphas protect, not dominate. Omegas, even betas, come to alphas for protection, even guidance, and any Alpha abusing their authority should be punished.
He had been controlling himself very nicely, Even ruts yes I'll be at very bad in the beginning started to mellow out to become manageable. It was all peaceful till he got into a relationship.
His carefully crafted self-control around his Thiren Alpha instincts carefully built brick by brick, and you just took a sledgehammer and smashed it.
Protective. And fiercely so, The closer he gets to his rut He becomes the more protective he gets as well as some possessiveness. He wants to scent to you so bad, But it's improper for him to just do it in public, but that doesn't stop him from trying to find excuses or trying to find ways around it. Like having you wear his clothing or scenting your clothing, sending you in private "for protection."
He will never admit it out loud of how much he enjoys scenting your things. But he will only do it if you explicitly ask.
It doesn't happen very often but sometimes when you're talking to someone he has a bad vibe with he will act calm as if nothing is bothering him but his thick cocoa vanilla scent is radiating off him telling this person to go away.
When he realized what you were doing to him the realization hit him like a train, Lycaon is extremely afraid that he might lose control and hurt you in some way. He is much taller and stronger than you and you were an unclaimed omega that put your trust and love into him.
He decided to leave you unclaimed. He wants it to be your choice when you are in your right state of mind, not your heat. Even if you ask him, he'll still be hesitant. It's not that he doesn't want to claim you, and trust me, thoughts of sinking his fangs into your neck haunt him from when he wakes up till he goes to sleep. Lycaon look at his fangs in the mirror and try desperately to convince himself that he will hurt you if his control slips for even a moment.
As a wolf thiren they can smell everything, everything, You're in preheat And he's definitely being affected, And he's trying so hard to control it. He's supposed to be a civilized man in high society, and the slightest change in your scent or his hormones close to rut turns him back into a beast. It's not his proudest moment, but he does start being noticeably distant during a few ruts and heats. He tries not to touch you as much. He tries so hard not to be in a room alone with you. It's something that he regrets,
To his Alpha Thiren brain, You're an unclaimed omega, nice small easy prey, perfect mate to knot, perfect mother for pups. and that's all he can think about.
There are two words you must never say to him; one of them is Alpha. Just imagining His omega mouthing those words makes his teeth clench. It's just a word He doesn't know why he gets so worked up when only you alone say it. He doesn't care when others say it.
If he does finally claim you (separate post later ;) ) He picks up the habit of licking your bond mark on the back of your neck every so often.
He can't help but smile a little bit when you try to bite him back, only to get a mouth full of fur and no skin to break. It is very easy for Thirens to mark humans because of their sharper teeth, hence why he was so afraid to mark you in the first place, but it's harder for humans to mark Thirens because some have thicker skin and or fur. If you want to mark them as a human you would have to bite down really hard.
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donat-senpai · 8 months ago
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Can you please write a platonic Yandere Adrien with (best) friend reader. Reader also has a miraculous, Adrien finds out. Kinda like a scenario
Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!
Pairing: Yandere! Adrien x Reader
tw: platonic obsession, stealing other people's things
Adrian sighs heavily. Lately, too many problems have been piling up on him. He didn't get a moment's peace at school. His father was constantly demanding something. And Hawk Moth seemed to never sleep. He added work for the heroes at the most inconvenient times. During a recent attack on the city, another person joined the famous hero duo. A little later, Adrian (or Chat Noir, to be precise) learned that Ladybug had nothing to do with it. This made him worry. Who is this person? Can they be trusted? And where did another Miraculous come from that doesn't belong to the guardian of the box? Too many questions filled the blond's head.
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You greet Adrien with a joyful hug. The boy finally relaxes and forgets all his worries. In your presence, he feels calm. You excitedly start telling him about a new game and make him promise to play it with you this weekend. Adrien looks around the classroom. Every classmate is busy with their own thing. Once (when he had just started going to school) they used to tease you with jokes about being long-lost sibling. You two had just become friends too quickly and easily. Adrien sometimes joked himself that you were actually an Agreste. A bright glint distracts Adrien from his memories, and he notices a new pendant on your chest.
"What’s that?" Adrien asks.
You don't immediately understand what he's talking about. But when you catch his gaze, you start to stammer.
"Oh… Umm… just a piece of jewelry," you answer awkwardly.
"I’ve never seen you wear it before."
"I found it recently in a shop. Just some junk. Doesn't matter," you laugh nervously and change the subject.
Adrien raises an eyebrow in surprise. You've never behaved like this before. So… strange. It's like you're hiding something.
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The villain throws Chat Noir into some trash cans and moves further into the city center, leading Ladybug away. Cat Noir groans in pain and tries to stand up, not very gracefully. A new hero lands softly next to him and extends a hand.
"I thought cats always land on their feet."
"Ha. Very funny," Chat Noir grumbles, but accepts the help. Chat Noir's gaze stops at the new hero's Miraculous. It's a pendant. The jewelry reminds him of something, but he can't remember what exactly.
"Let's deal with this quickly. I still need to make it to the book fair," the hero heads towards the noise, not waiting for his partner.
Chat Noir freezes. There’s only one fair in the city today. And Adrien was already planning to go there with you. A strange feeling washes over him. Now that he knows the new hero will be there too, he’s not so sure if he should go. Although there will be hundreds of people. The chance of revealing someone's identity is practically zero. Even if he accidentally starts scanning the crowd.
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Ladybug was delayed. The heroes found themselves in a disadvantageous position. They barely escaped. Chat Noir was in a panic. He admitted that he hadn’t come up with the best plan. But the idea was reliable if they wanted to throw the villain’s minions off their trail. The minions ability will not allow them to find specific heroes if the heroes exchange Miraculouses and become new heroes. They needed to buy time until Ladybug showed up. That was what Adrien thought as he handed his ring to his partner behind the door.
He shuddered at the thought that if they wanted to betray him and reveal their connection to Hawk Moth, now would be the perfect moment. But they obediently handed him their pendant. Adrien almost thanked them but restrained himself. It was best not to talk too much without the magic of the Miraculouses. After all, Adrien was a famous model and it wasn’t hard to recognize his voice.
He finally looked at the other’s Miraculous and felt a shock. In his fingers lay a very familiar object. He couldn’t help but recognize your pendant. He had looked at it too often since he first noticed it. You were the new hero. Adrien panicked, wondering if you would recognize his ring. You rarely paid close attention to his hands. The hero (it can’t be… it’s you!) knocked on the door and asked him to hurry. Adrien decided to put his inner turmoil aside. The city needed saving right now.
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The next day, Adrien watches you more closely than ever. You act as usual, which leads him to think that you haven't figured out Chat Noir's identity. A whirlwind of emotions overwhelms him. He's angry that you haven't told him anything. He understands you because he kept his secret the same way. And he's scared. What if one day you can't handle a villain? What if Hawk Moth finds out too? What if all of Paris learns your identity? Adrien starts to have a small panic attack. Nino jumps up and tries to help. Adrien is gasping for breath and can't explain anything.
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Adrien sneaks into the empty locker room while you and the class are swimming in the pool. It's one of the rare moments when you take off your pendant. It turns out that not all Miraculouses are as convenient as his ring or Ladybug's earrings. He never thought about how lucky he was before. He quickly finds your locker and breaks into it. The lock is so flimsy that Adrien feels a bit ashamed of how easily he was able to open it. He grabs the pendant and goes to hide it in his bag.
Adrien mentally prepares himself to comfort you. If he lost his Miraculous, he would be horrified. He thinks about what words he could say to console you. Adrien wonders if you would tell him your secret if you had nothing left to lose. He wants this. This will prove your trust in him.
Adrien thinks about what to do with your Miraculous now. He would like to use it sometimes along with his ring. But that would completely ruin your opinion of Chat Noir. Maybe he should bury the Miraculous in the forest or throw it into the sea so that no one could find it.
Now, you don't have to worry about the villains. And Adrien doesn't have to worry about your safety. Protecting Paris is no longer your job. Ladybug and Chat Noir will handle it together.
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azzo0 · 4 months ago
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Mug Cakes
Summary: you and Touya bake mug cakes at one a.m. Pairing: Dabi x reader wc: 1k
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You sighed, adjusting your head on the fluffy pillow, trying to get yourself to sleep, which was proving difficult with every ticking second. You came to see your boyfriend, Touya, at his parents' house this afternoon. It was fun seeing him bond with his younger siblings now that he was finally released. It had started raining sometime in the evening, which is why you were spending the night here.
You faced the ceiling with a groan, hoping this position would be easier on your back. Yes, the futons were comfortable, but you weren't used to sleeping on the floor.
"Can't sleep?" Touya asked, his voice low. You turned your body to him with a sheepish smile that answered his question. He hummed, taking a hand out of the blanket and placing it on the floor. Your fingers drifted to his, tracing his fading scars.
"I can't sleep either," he admitted. "It feels weird being here again."
"I'm here if you want to talk about it." You kissed his knuckles.
He smiled that mischievous smile of his, and you knew he was about to say something silly, "I'm craving chocolate mug cakes, actually."
"It's one a.m." You deadpanned.
"Mug cakes are the perfect one a.m. dessert."
You laughed softly, careful to keep your voice low to not wake the others up, "And do you know how to make mug cakes?"
"No, but I do have a recipe saved on my phone," he sat up, kicking the blanket off his body. "You up for it?"
You knew he had zero kitchen experience, but you agreed because it was not every day you got to bake with him, even if it probably meant eating burnt mug cakes.
You guys tiptoed past Natsuo's room, stifling giggles like teenagers, when you heard him snore loudly. You had to shush Touya when he stopped by Shoto's room to slide the door open and snicker at how he slept looking like a log. You pinched his arm and dragged him towards the kitchen.
You got the ingredients ready while Touya scrolled through his saved videos, looking for the mug cake recipe.
"Hm, this should be easy." He cracked his knuckles and opened a cabinet to look for two large mugs.
He began shifting plates and cups around, and you had to remind him to be quiet, "Careful, Touya. You might wake someone up with all that that noise."
He found two large mugs and set them out. You took one mug for yourself and stood beside him to look at the recipe and keep an eye on Touya's measurements because the last time he tried baking cupcakes, he measured the flour wrong, and they ended up looking like clumps of rocks.
You and Touya cracked jokes and suppressed giggles as you combined the ingredients with a fork. He lay on the floor with a hand clapped over his mouth, trying not to let the laughter escape his mouth after you told him about your co-worker falling off a chair in the middle of an important meeting.
You froze, watching tears escape his eyes as he curled into himself, letting out a few snorts. You smiled at the sight, a warm feeling of contentment taking over your insides. You never thought you'd see the day where Touya openly laughed his heart out over something that wasn't even that funny.
"Ah, man, I would'a loved to see his face." He finally stood up with a hand on his stomach, a big smile plastered on his face. He wiped his eyelashes and sighed.
"Didn't know you found people falling off chairs so funny." You grinned with a shake of your head.
"It's the funniest thing ever." He stirred the batter in his mug some more before putting it down and looking at it thoughtfully, "It's missing something."
You looked at the recipe on his phone again, "Nope, we've added all the ingredients."
"How could we forget chocolate chips." He tutted, going towards the snacks cabinet and returning with a pack of Oreos and chocolate chips. He threw a handful of chocolate chips in both your mugs, followed by two Oreo cookies in the centre.
"That's a lot of chocolate." You muttered.
"It's gonna taste so good." He put his mug in the oven and fiddled with the settings.
In the meantime, you washed the measuring cups and forks, not wanting to make a mess for Rei to clean in the morning. You dried your hands and crept behind Touya, who was busy staring at the microwave, his face glowing from the orange light behind the glass. You hugged him, cheek mushed on his back.
He turned around and kissed your eyebrow, resting his head on yours as you guys watched the mug spin in the microwave. He took out the mug when the oven dinged, handing it to you right away. It smelled sweet and divine, making your mouth water. You grabbed a spoon and helped yourself to the mug cake while Toya popped the other mug in the microwave.
"Oh, this is so good," You moaned. He took a spoon and scooped out a giant chunk of your mug cake.
"Touya, no fair!" You gasped, holding your mug away from him.
"Oh, shit, this is good." He reached for your mug again, but you hid it under your shirt.
"Nuh-uh, I'm not giving you more."
"Fine," he chuckled and lowered his face down to yours, dragging his tongue on your lips to pick up crumbs of the cake. "Damn, it tastes good on your lips too."
Your face heated instantly, and Touya barked a laugh at your reaction. You huffed and took out the mug from under your shirt when the oven rang again. Your mug cake was safe now. Not long into your guys' relationship, you had learned to never offer your food to him because he always took giant bites and spoons out of your food.
"You wanna watch a movie in the room while we eat?" You asked.
"Is it going to be another boring space movie?"
"Space movies are not boring, but you can pick."
"Sure, let's go."
You got off the stool and turned to the door, almost jumping when you found Natsuo staring at you guys with betrayal and shock in his eyes as his mouth hung open, "You guys baked mug cakes without me?!"
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iwaoiness · 5 months ago
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Of course, Oikawa doesn't know how to sit still, not even on the motorbike. And the problem isn't the weight of his torso pressed against Iwaizumi’s back, nor how perfectly Iwaizumi's hips fit like puzzle pieces between Oikawa's legs. No. It’s his fucking arms and hands, with those damn long, bony fingers. Iwaizumi can't stop feeling them all over his body every time he rides his Suzuki down the roads of Irvine with Tooru behind him.
Sometimes, one of Oikawa’s arms drapes over Iwaizumi’s shoulder, with his hand resting on his chest, right over his heart. It stays there, quiet and gentle, until—of course—Oikawa gets bored and starts stroking him, up and down, side to side, even giving him light taps. And when the tapping starts, suddenly Hajime gives zero fucks about the traffic rules and tries to stop him by letting go of one of the handlebars to pinch Oikawa's thigh.
Other times, however, Oikawa is more calmer and more sweeter. He’s content to wrap his arms around Iwaizumi’s shoulders, leaning a little more against his back, before he starts humming one of his favorite pop songs. Even though they’re both wearing helmets and the wind roars around them, Iwaizumi recognizes every song, feeling them resonate through his back, where Oikawa’s chest is pressed against him. And when that happens, Hajime once again gives zero fucks about traffic rules, letting go of one of the handlebars to gently wrap his hand around one of Tooru’s, caressing it with tender care.
At every red light, Oikawa’s hands usually slide down, his fingers deliberately brushing the exposed skin of Iwaizumi’s strong arms before anchoring themselves at his waist. He rests his helmeted head on Hajime’s shoulder, visor lifted to reveal his warm eyes and wide smile, and starts talking about whatever crosses his mind. Iwaizumi raises his visor too, just to look at him, listening intently and teasing him at every chance, his fingers playfully entwined with Oikawa’s until the light turns green.
And when they’re trapped in the fucking traffic, Tooru finds amusement in Hajime’s broad back, tracing random shapes with his finger for Iwaizumi to guess. A flower, a star, a triangle, a big heart, a crescent moon, an arrow. And when Iwaizumi teases him for being too easy, Oikawa starts with kanji. He writes the kanji for love, life, home, eternity, happiness. Iwaizumi guesses them all, and then it’s his turn. He draws random shapes on the back of Tooru’s hand, which is anchored at his waist. A crown, another heart, a four-leaf clover, a sun, a raindrop, an X. And when Oikawa teases him back for being easy, he starts with words. He writes slowly, letter by letter: pretty, partner, lindo, king, te amo.
Riding the motorcycle with Oikawa sitting behind is a torment because he just can’t stay still, constantly touching and touching and touching, but Iwaizumi wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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THIS IS SO SO SO SO SO IWAOI CODED IM SCREAMING
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ur-boyfiend · 11 months ago
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secret admirer
[???] x gn!reader (implied non-fem reader tho, 'straight' used for reader not being attracted to guys)
this was supposed to be a valentine's fic i'm so sorry lmao,,, also there's no name at the top bc it's supposed to be a surprise (secret admirer, yanno?)
it's been for fucking ever since i was at a school that actually had like,,, class periods so apologies if things don't make much sense hndfjkhskjdfs. this is like. minimally proofread. the proofreading was when i typed it up from what i had in my notebook lol.
wc; 1.4k
opening your locker, you're met by a folded piece of notebook paper fluttering to the ground, landing at your feet. you pick it up just as your best friend makes it to his locker, a few down from yours. immediately he zeroes in on the note in your hand.
"another one?"
rolling your eyes slightly you nod, "good morning to you too, jeongin."
ignoring your tone, he gives a terrifyingly cheery "good morning!" in response
"ugh, it's too early for that kind of energy, go away you freak."
"yeah yeah, what's the note say?"
you shrug, "dunno, i haven't read it yet."
he gasps dramatically, "well read it then!"
before you have a chance to tell him to piss off, the warning bell rings. the entire hall stops, then turns into a frenzy of students trying to get to their first hour before they were counted as late. you share a wide-eyed look with jeongin before you each make a mad dash to your classes.
there's not much happening in your homeroom, so you take the opportunity to read the note. it's different from the others, it says that the author will be sitting at one of the outside tables for lunch if you want to meet them. you're immediately glad you didn't read it while jeongin was around.
you send him a quick text saying that you're gonna be sitting somewhere else at lunch so you could meet the person who's been leaving you notes. he immediately responds with "WHAT", but the bell rings before he can freak out further. luckily you don't have any morning classes with jeongin so he can't bother you in person either.
morning classes somehow take both forever and no time at all, and as soon as the lunch bell rings you're on your way to the cafeteria as quickly as possible without getting yelled at by a hall monitor. one of them, a senior named chan, does give you a warning look as you rush by, but it's clear he's trying not to smile at the same time.
the two of you aren't quite friends, mostly because you're in different years, but you've had electives together before, and get along well. realizing you have a music elective with him for your last hour, you make a mental note to explain things to him.
you make it to the cafeteria without running into jeongin, which, all things considered, was a minor miracle. hurrying across the room, you reach the doors to the small courtyard that the school allowed students to eat lunch in.
the weather isn't great, so it's mostly deserted, but there are still a few students scattered around. your eyes land on the table you'd been directed to in the note, but it's empty. for a moment you wonder if you'd been set up, if this had been some cruel joke, but you take a seat at the table anyway.
while you wait, you grab your notebook and start on music homework that you really should've finished last week. chan had texted you about it a couple times, but eventually gave up and sent a game of cup pong instead.
you're so focused on your work that you don't immediately notice when someone sits down across from you. the thing that gets your attention is their hand waving at the edge of your vision.
looking up, you blink a couple times before smiling at the person now fidgeting nervously, "hi jisung."
he looks startled and you tilt your head, slightly confused.
"you know my name?"
grinning, you nod, "yeah! chan talks about you a lot, i've been bugging him to introduce us sometime."
he groans, "oh god, what'd he say?"
you laugh at his immediate distrust of his best friend, knowing full well you'd be the same with jeongin.
"mostly good things, he complains sometimes but he just sounds like a dad, not like he's actually upset about anything."
jisung puffs his cheeks out slightly before sighing, the sight making you laugh again.
"you look like a chipunk!"
he puffs his cheeks out again and you laugh even harder, jisung laughing as well after a few seconds.
"so," you start once you can breathe again, "you're the one responsible for the notes in my locker?"
he nods, sheepishly scratching at the back of his neck, "yeah, i was worried about how you'd react if i told you since we don't really know each other and i wasn't sure if you were into guys anyway-"
holding up a finger to cut him off, you try not to laugh again.
"i'm friends with jeongin and hyunjin, and i hang out with chan and felix, and you thought i was straight?"
he pauses, "okay maybe i was being overly dramatic but still!"
you roll your eyes slightly, still smiling.
"anyway, chan said you'd been losing your mind about the notes and eventually he and changbin bullied me into telling you."
you're not surprised that chan and changbin had been responsible for convincing jisung, chan had mentioned his anxiety before.
after a slight pause you hold out your hand, "here gimme your phone."
he furrows his brows slightly before handing you the device. you snort and hand it back, "unlocked, romeo."
blushing slightly, he unlocks it and you add your number to his contacts, leaving the name blank, just shrugging when he gives you a confused look.
a moment later you get a text with a screenshot of your contact name, "juliet" glaring at you from the screen. you flip him off and he laughs as you add him to your contacts as "romeo".
he makes a face when you show him, "does this mean we're both gonna die?"
standing up, you lean across the table and smack him lightly on the back of his head, "do not jinx this, do not tempt the fates, do not speak that into existence," you punctuate each statement w,ith another smack.
he laughs, covering his head wiith his arms, "okay, okay! i'll stop!"
you're about to ask if he wants to hang out sometime, but the bell cuts you off, announcing the end of lunch and making both of you jump. rushing to shove your work back into your bag, you end up knocking your notebook off the table, all the notes he'd left you scattering across the ground.
cursing, you hurry to collect them before they could be snatched away by the wind. jisung blinks a couple times before quickly crouching down to help you.
when they're all tucked safely back in the pocket of your notebook, and the notebook itself is stowed in your bag, he looks at you again, "you kept them."
it's more a statement than it is a question, but it still makes you blush. you turn slightly to the side, "'course. why wouldn't i?" it's a mostly rhetorical question you both know the answer to.
the warning bell rings and you both jump again, rushing back into the building and almost sprinting to your classes. you get another warning look from chan, but you can tell it's not that serious this time either.
the next two hours pass in a blur, jeongin almost getting himself sent to the office twice for bothering you instead of paying attention. by seventh hour, you're about ready to duct tape his mouth shut. thankfully it's another class you don't share, and his only way to bug you is by text, which you quickly mute.
collapsing into the seat across from chan, you feel yourself deflate slightly. chan snorts, "rough day?"
groaning, you open your eyes again, "it was great, except for the fact that jeongin."
"oooh, something good happen?"
you give him a look and he breaks down into a fit of giggles, confirming your suspicions that he knew damn well what'd happened at lunch.
"oh can it, i've heard enough of that from jeongin."
chan stops laughing after a couple minutes, switching his attention back to the class. it's a fairly laid-back one, so you usually do more talking than working. you both work on music in your free time anyway.
hyunjin drops into the seat next to you, five minutes late and looking half-dead. you stare at him for a couple seconds, "how's dance team been treating you?"
he groans loudly in response, dropping his head onto the table with an audible thud.
"hey hey be careful, you don't have enough extra braincells to be treating them like that," chan is grinning as he says it, his grin widening when hyunjin flips him off.
the day ends before you really want it to, having been in the middle of a debate about barbie movies with chan and hyunjin. as you're heading out of the building, bickering with jeongin over whose house you're gonna crash, your phone buzzes with a text.
romeo see you tomorrow :)
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kae-karo · 7 months ago
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I saw your tags on the link click post and I love your theory that this isn't the first time lu guang has saved cxs. Would you happen to have the energy to expand on that? I'd... 👉👈 like to hear your thoughts (only if u want to though)
HELLO THANK U FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXPAND ON THIS (for context - x) don't get me wrong i ADORE the sentiment in that post, but i am SO far down the "this isn't the first time lu guang has saved cheng xiaoshi" path that i can't come back lmao
before i say anything else, BUCKLE UP cause i have absolutely zero tangible proof and any canon reasoning for this is a stretch that would make a rubber band look rigid, but i can't stop thinking about it and i'm having fun so here we go
first and foremost: hat guy is a time cop ("cop"). hear me out, i promise this is relevant.
also sorry his name is liu xiao lmao (ignore the moment i thought his name was lu xiao and was about to be like he is the physical manifestation of lu guang and cheng xiaoshi's melding of their powers and/or their lovechild and/or their future combined self and/or- etc u get the idea)
AHEM. okay so. the first number of times we see liu xiao (as a kid and a friend of li tianchen) he seems relatively normal? although he does make a comment that stood out to me when i first watched ep9, where he says "i believe in the near future, you will definitely encounter the opportunity to become a hunter". when tianchen asks if they'll meet again, he says "surely we will" - and then, when they do, he reminds tianchen that he said they'd definitely meet again
he proceeds to comment (when tianchen asks if he has any choice) that "it seems everyone has only one path in their destiny, but in fact, it is made up of countless parallel lines...sometimes we want to change it, but we can't." - this specific phrase is spoken over lu guang's memory of watching cheng xiaoshi get shot.
and of course, we can't forget liu xiao's critical line "i wanna bring all parallel lines together, to turn all uncertainties into certainties." i think that's beyond metaphorical, i think he can not only see (in some sense) the parallel lines of a person's fate/futures/etc, but can manipulate them. or, rather, can corral them all into a single line, a single destiny, a single path for every person
now brief reminder that li tianxi was able to see lu guang's memories when she looked at the pic (revealed in ep12) - and she immediately started crying. i know the implication in that moment (ep10) was that she was experiencing lu guang's pain from the wound, but what if it was more than that? what if she saw his memories, too - in ep12, he implies that he went back to the beginning, presumably the start of the season, effectively, to prevent cheng xiaoshi from dying (hence all his careful planning through the season)
also real quick can we talk about how the passcode to his phone was the time (and date?) he went back to save cheng xiaoshi? THEE moment of "he is worth more than my rules". whether this is the first time or the thousandth, i'm still unwell
OKAY so anyway i think i've established that liu xiao has some fascination with timelines and, more precisely, with paring them down to whatever he's determined to be the Correct or Perfect timeline (ie establishing 'certainty') - this is why i call him a time cop like i don't think he's actually executing on some authority i think he's just decided that he has the power and that he wants the world to operate according to his certainties.
ones that lu guang has fucked up by saving cheng xiaoshi. possibly more than once.
for my next act, lu guang's character sheet:
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yeah can we talk about age: ? like excuse me ?????? i'm also intrigued by the unknown blood type, but let's ignore that for now lmao
back to his unknown age - why the hell would this be unknown if he's just a guy? cheng xiaoshi has a normal age in spite of his abilities, right? and lu guang's ability is only to view the 12hr surrounding a photo, right?
WRONG. well, right, but also wrong. BEAR WITH ME OKAY cause we're jumping to qiao ling's experience in ep12 now - the moment she held onto tianxi when she died. where we saw...something travel from her to qiao ling. her memories? or her abilities?
now perhaps u, like me, recall lu guang's solitary moment in ep12 where, while covered in blood, he looked at his phone, his eyes turned cheng-xiaoshi-gold, he clapped, and he zoomied back to the past. because he was holding cheng xiaoshi when he died. and thus inherited his power.
OKAY SO why the fuck does that matter !!!! WELL I'M GLAD U ASKED. because we have no problem with cheng xiaoshi's age, right? he's done this 'jump back in time' thing a bunch!!! for 12hr at a time, and then he's back!
okay, but what happens when lu guang, who acquired cheng xiaoshi's power, jumps back to a time before he had cheng xiaoshi's power? now what? how would he jump back (or even be forced back) to his present body and time if he no longer has that ability? wouldn't he now be forced to re-live the hours, days, years after going back to make a change?
in his words, he went back to the beginning, thus he'd have to relive the whole thing, but now, he can make the Right choices this time to protect cheng xiaoshi
but what's a week (or a couple days or whatever it was) in the grand scheme of things? how would his age be unknown if this is the first and only time he's ever done it?
(critical caveat that 'the beginning' could absolutely refer to something far earlier than just the season's start - it could be the beginning of their relationship, for all we know, but let's start here for the sake of keeping this...i'd say manageable but we're well beyond that i am YAPPING)
if his age is so impossible to define, i think it could very easily fit to suggest that he's done this before - possibly many times. so many times that to suggest he's only as old as his physical body would be utterly ludicrous
okay but what in the world would make him want to change fate so often, for so long, so many times? what would make him go against his own rule (*i don't think this was always a rule for him but bear with me, we'll get to that)? well, we know the answer to that :)
so, i don't think this is the first time he's gone back in time to save cheng xiaoshi. i don't think it's the first time he's held cheng xiaoshi as he dies, because that's the way he would've acquired his ability in order to do this (an argument could be made here that he's hidden some facets of his own ability and that he's always been capable of this, but i don't think it was an accident that we saw qiao ling Acquire tianxi's ability)
in fact (if u thought this was all crack theory up to this point, hold onto ur horses) i think the first time he went back in time to save cheng xiaoshi was (seriously, hold on tight) when cheng xiaoshi died with his parents when he was a kid
that's right i'm going all the way baby. i think cheng xiaoshi was supposed to die when he was a kid. why the hell did his parents leave him all alone? to go on some random trip?? like we all agree this is peculiar right???? how does NOBODY know what happened to them, where they were, etc?
now i could go into possible scenarios (lu guang was a kid, too, and didn't know what he was doing, lu guang knew EXACTLY what he was doing and that it would have consequences, lu guang didn't even know he HAD any abilities til he tried to save cheng xiaoshi, the list goes on) BUT the gist of this being: i think lu guang saved cheng xiaoshi. i think he went back in time (into his own body) and figured out the right choices to make (maybe after many tries) to ensure that cheng xiaoshi didn't go with his parents. that he stayed home, for whatever reason, and survived
now why do i believe this, you may be asking? because it's fun, of course !!! and because we have no idea what happened to his parents yet, so i'll continue to theorize in the meantime lmao
you could also alternatively suggest that the going back in time to save cheng xiaoshi doesn't start until after they meet - i mean, hell, look at the situations they get themselves into just within the span of two seasons, they are RIFE with danger. like, cheng xiaoshi could've died MANY times !!!!
but honestly what really sells me is - going ALL the way back to the post that i linked at the start - lu guang didn't hesitate. not only did he already know, but he had no qualms with immediately (still covered in blood) going back to before and doing this all over again. unlike qiao ling, who does not appear to realize she has tianxi's ability, lu guang seems to immediately understand that he has cheng xiaoshi's. that just smacks of experience
(also, an aside: what photo did he use? how far back did he go? there's another route of course - did he go so far back that he's relived his life to such a notable degree that calling him whatever age of his physical body would be missing a notable number of years? in which case, one could argue that this could be the first time, though his immediate knowledge of acquiring cheng xiaoshi's remains unexplained. ANYWAY i digress)
okay back to the point here - lu guang immediately knowing that he has cheng xiaoshi's ability and using it without hesitation, though he does comment on how he broke his own rule. and it sounds like a first-time thing, but consider...
what if this is the first time he's broken it since making the rule?
enter time cop hat guy (i hear u, i promised this was relevant), aka our boi liu xiao who wants to create 'certainties' by (presumably) eliminating branching possibilities in some regard to create single paths/fates/destinies/etc. for lack of a better way to phrase it, a single timeline where everything can be predicted and accounted for (yeah...i suspect we'll be unpacking some of his trauma in s3)
now, different choices mean different outcomes - different timelines, a long list of uncertainties. i think liu xiao aimed to stop that. i also think that his ability gives him some kind of godlike manipulation over timelines (how else would he speak with such confidence about making this future a reality?) assuming, of course, that he has no interference from others with similar abilities
enter lu guang, who has now - potentially multiple times - messed with liu xiao's perfect timeline, one wherein cheng xiaoshi dies (not necessarily with intentional malice, just by virtue of securing whichever certainties liu xiao wants). this, of course, is a problem for liu xiao
and perhaps he makes lu guang's life a living hell - hey, why not go all the way? perhaps he makes a point of manipulating the timeline to kill cheng xiaoshi in new and horrifying ways, again and again, just to watch lu guang play this pathetic game trying to save him by going back in time. perhaps it's entertaining, for a while, but he grows tired of it eventually
so, he proposes an agreement: he'll stop trying to kill cheng xiaoshi, but lu guang has to agree never to manipulate his perfect timeline again (or something similar, you get the idea - they reach a ceasefire of sorts wherein they both, to an extent, get what they want)
thus, the rule was born - whatever they do, they cannot ever change these critical nodes. so long as lu guang adheres, liu xiao won't try to kill cheng xiaoshi
but then someone else does. someone else succeeds. and lu guang breaks his side of the deal, he changes the timeline. he knows exactly what he's doing, what he may invoke, but he does it anyway (i'm fully writing my own au of this story at this point lmao but hey, hope ur having fun if u made it this far)
and so liu xiao returns from abroad, because he has a score to settle
[don't ask me why s3 is set in london and they look like they're teaming up, i'm all for a 'forced to work together' arc but how that fits in with this wildly out of pocket theory is beyond me lmao]
anyway hope u enjoyed this delve into my silly goofy theory !!!! thank u deeply for the ask LMAO
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ovwechoes · 5 months ago
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Can you do some Boombox ( junkrat and lucio) headcanons?
Boombox / Junkrat x Lucio Headcanons Hiya I'm happy to write for them, I'll keep them SFW and if you want NSFW ones you can send another ask through - they're under the cut & enjoy!
Who confessed? How did it go? Jamison definitely confessed in a spur of the moment, word vomit sort of way. He's very impulsive, and struggles with keeping secrets especially ones concerning himself and his feelings. The way he confessed to Lucio was sudden, and probably around other people because Jamison's got zero social awareness at times. Lucio would've ushered him to the side, in private, and spoke to him more about it. Jamison can blurt anything out, he has no filter when it comes to confidence and he doesn't feel shame or embarrassment easily. However, when talking to Lucio, one on one, it was as though he was a different person. He was anxiously twisting his hands together, avoiding eye contact, and it was the quietest Lucio had ever heard him be. It was honestly sweet, and it definitely took Lucio aback for a hot second.
Who's the most insecure, and what helps them feel better? I think they're both insecure in their own ways, but Jamison's definitely more insecure, especially about his appearance. He doesn't like to talk about it, and he would prefer to internalise it as though it wasn't happening. However, once it starts eating him alive, Lucio can tell clear as day. Jamison will start biting his nails more, bouncing his leg more often and without being able to stop it, his eyes will scatter about in a panicked state. It's the clearest signs that he's stuck in a self-conscious thought loop without an end in sight. What helps him the most is when Lucio distracts him and brings him back to reality. He appreciates reassurance, of course, but its something he feels he can provide for himself so he tends not to find it as helpful as distractions can be. Even if Lucio were to refocus his attention to his mechanical skills, and give him something to make for Lucio, it'll help him feel better and move forwards from the feelings. Lucio always tells him that if he needs to talk, he's there but he wont force it out of Jamison, it's all his choice.
Who can't keep their hands to themselves? Lucio and Jamison are both as affectionate physically, but Jamison's definitely twice as clingy. Sometimes, as a way to tease him, Lucio will call him his backpack, because he can't leave anywhere without it. It's sweet how they show their physical affection, with Jamison practically being magnetised to Lucio.
What would they do on a date out? Jamison's ideal date night is a shopping spree - Lucio has to keep a close eye on him, to avoid shoplifting, but they genuinely enjoy mall dates and going out for dinner late at night. He likes to find things Lucio might enjoy, like bracelets or watches or even merchandise of his favourite artists, and surprises him when they pick a dinner spot to relax at. It melts Lucio's heart and makes him feel appreciated in Jamison's own simple way. Lucio's ideal date night is a concert, of course. Jamison get's veeery into them, and loves them just as much as Lucio does, but often times his social battery is depleted by the time the concert's finished so they end up having a very lazy night together with lots of cuddling and quiet whispers about the things they enjoyed the most about the night.
How often do they fight? How do they move past it? Lucio's the type of person that doesn't want to fight, but they come off as more annoyed or more upset than they actually are because of their lack of poker face. He doesn't enjoy confrontation, especially when there's shouting or screaming. So, for Lucio, he doesn't like to fight often and will always approach the situation calmly to make sure Jamison doesn't explode from either anxiety or anger. It's something they struggled to navigate at first, with lots of arguments in the beginning of the relationship over misunderstandings. But, once they learned how each other handle conflict and the best ways to approach it, they rarely do now. Jamison's the type to not realise how his words come out as he's saying them, rarely thinking twice about the value of his words to Lucio. Sometimes, it would hurt Lucio and make him feel more pained, but as he learned more about Jamison he grew to realise that sometimes he needs more time to clarify himself and explain exactly what he meant. Jamison's also working on thinking before he speaks, as it's gotten him into trouble many many times with people around him, and Lucio's helping him work on it by pointing out when his words might be harsher or more volitile than he meant them to be. It's a work in progress, and they both have to remind themselves that they need to breathe, step back from the argument, and look at things objectively.
What makes them fall in love with each other more and more (actions, words, etc)? Lucio feels more in love with Jamison when he sees how much his attitude has impacted the Junker's. Jamison's the type of partner who slowly mimics his own, with his language, slang, etc. This is the same with mindsets and opinions sometimes, and so when Jamison iterates something he heard Lucio say, it softens Lucio's heart and makes him realise how much of an impact he has on Jamison's life. Sometimes he struggles to find meaning and value in his life amongst the millions of people around them, and so knowing Jamison listens, and his personality is reflecting Lucio's at times is sweet to him. Jamison, on the other hand, feels more in love with Lucio when he's given undivided attention when spending time together. He's struggled with attention, and sometimes craves it to feel loved and valued. It's something he's admittedly trying to work on. Lucio accepts it all, and Jamison appreciates him so much when Lucio won't check his phone while they're talking over a notification, or when Lucio pays extra attention to him with physical affection or his responses. Knowing someone's paying attention, listening to him and letting him be in their life is something that will always melt Jamison's heart, and he grows more in love with him when he notices these things in his relationship with Lucio.
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moss-bride · 1 year ago
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Koi boi
Lawrence Oleander x femreader. Chapter 1
The world moves past them in the blink of an eye but it's languid here.
He gave up caring. Vitality leaves them behind 
At least it was that way until her. Years ago on a rainy day in mid October, the therapy circle was made of sad victims of life's hard downs. His sister (before he cut his family off) had forced him to go. He barely spoke a word as others around him shared stories he didn't care about hearing.
 He's staring at the clock, willing it to move so he can leave this farce.
Then she stood up. Behind her the wall was decorated with spiders and grinning ghosts. With big glasses and a warm smile she stopped him. Her expression strongly contrasted to her next words.
"I was born dead. The doctors revived me. I feel like I was never born at all.
Sometimes I wonder if it was wrong of them. I was supposed to die."
Moving her hands to express parts of her sentences
"Oblivion before observation. They took that from me. It's like I wasn't meant to be here, I feel it in my breath."
 a poem she had written. Short and free verse. And when he repeated it in his head as the group therapist told her to sit back down (demanding she explain. Explain. Always explain because people are greedy) he felt the poem and its writer understood him like no one before
She's still here, I didn't miss her. I almost missed her. She is still here and he doesn't know what he'd do if she'd already left. This is the one location where they can sit with each other and he's eager to get started. 
The only time he enjoys life is in the moments he catches sight of her between gaps of twin bookshelves. Where dust rains down on him and her head is bent down. Still as a statue.
There isn't an option to approach her like a normal person. He argued with himself on the semantics for months on end. Why can't I? Because there's a possibility he'll lose her. If he were to talk to her he would forfeit the freedom he gains from perception of others, there's a chance she won't feel the same as he does or need him the way he needs her 
And if that happens she'll call the cops to take him away and he would never see her again.
On the other hand, there is an voice in the back of his head demanding he be quick. This voice sees her thread, bright red and humming with life in all it's fleeting glory, ready to slip away from his at any given point. Urging for him to grab hold and pull. He hates the need of action. Hates his inaction.
It would be easy to grab her. No one except social services is in her life to report her immediately missing. But he won't. He's not a kidnapper. Sick and disgusting but surely he wouldn't -
 The walls are plain unassuming concrete smeared white. By the cracks you could tell it's a cheap paint spread thinly over bumps and crevasses so long ago. Zero cameras and empty of people except him, her and the librarian. 
Yet he can't he isn't that sick. Of course not he'd never.
He sees her standing at a bookshelf with her back towards him, searching through the horror section. Open windows, dark skies. The flickering light frames her downturned face with such care it leaves him nauseous. His shoulders untense though still fraught with nerves.
  His job he never strays from his apartments until he met her. Chasing her across the city like a dog for the short moments he can spare. Although he's gone to more places then he can count now, it never stops his nervous thoughts. While hiding behind trees and trash cans he's shaky and unsure of why he's there. 
She doesn't remember him from that day long ago. At least, he can't find any form of recognition in her eyes when they happen to see him. 
She sits a few seats away. Getting up occasionally to retrieve and put back books she finished. As is their usual routine though only he is aware of it.
She's standing so innocent and sightless to the world around. He thinks 'How amazing It would be if she was blind. She'd make the prettiest blind person.'
She's wearing the pretty brown skirt that he loves and a warm knitted sweater of what he knows to be her favorite color of a muted green, not the color of evergreens but a soft and warm moss that makes him want to bury his head in her chest and breathe everything she is into him.
Under the skirt he saw her slip on simple white underwear this morning, as well as some pretty warm stockings that slid up her leg, plain and unassuming. His face had pressed against the glass window as he wiped the fog caused by his heated breath to get a clearer look.
He's been staring like a creep, he dissolves into his seat, opening his book in the guise of reading. 
He's so alone but these brief moments spent each day with her makes him less so. Content. He watches her nonchalantly sort over books, pulling one out and skimming over its contents then, finally, notices him.
Those eyes shoot scalding water down his back.
He's stiff with anticipation choking him as she walks on by and chooses a seat in front of him, so close the nearness scalds his cheeks and has him flipping through book pages restlessly.
This is the closest he'll ever get to her while she's awake, his hands shake as she silently reads. Burnings a whole into the meeting of the pages until he swears there's the whiff of smoke from intense concentration.
Is it his imagination or did she just glance at him and smile? yes, it was a quick upturn of plump lips she directed at him so gently. it's for him, that smile is for him, an invitation to speak? Or a mocking gesture? Faces are terrible things that tear you apart but her smile confuses him. Sending him hiding behind the papers.
Her presence next to him sends hunger clutching and biting at his stomach, and he's not sure what he's supposed to do, really wants to talk to her but if he does he might blurt out something wrong and she'll never come near him again and if that happens he'll fucking kill himself. She could look at him and see his appearance and scoff.
No, she's perfect like this, unaware and silent as a grave. 
She fiddles with a button on her sweater, then writes something on the paper. Notes about her book he thinks but then to his surprise, she speaks. "Do you like Anja Albert?"
He blinked at the words. "Huh?"
She laughs lightly, for a horrified moment he thinks she's laughing at him. it's a strange coughy sound and points to the book he has open.
He fidgets in place. "Oh, yes." he don't know who she is. He got this book last week after he realized how often she checked it out. Over and over again in the course of two years, he thought that surely after being held by her so lovingly the book would permeate with her scent and he was correct, the barest hint of coconut and vanilla was evident on the worn pages that when he pressed his face to take in more he nearly came.
She beams at him.  "You have good taste. She's my favorite author! I'll let you get back to reading."
That short chat was just for a compliment. She takes her book and waves goodbye. He's frozen 
Watching her leave. Wishing he could make her stay. Without her here he has no reason to remain in public.
Walking home his gaze is frozen on the sidewalk replaying the conversation. The 'should haves' haunt him.
Next time their conversation will be longer. A novel notion. He's only ever wanted a conversation to end.
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konaanaria13 · 2 years ago
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König x femreader
Warnings: explicit sex, smut, blowjob (male reciving), talking in german. Zero protection (plz use protection)
MINORS DNI
I tap my finger on the dashboard while I watch him take his shirt of revealing the nasty wound.
"Does not look that good?" König looked at me through his mask while I stepped forward seeing the cut go up from his chest to his lower neck.
"No it does not..." I mutter as Get some utensils to clean it up.
"Can you lift that mask up so it isn't rubbing into the wound please?" I ask expecting him to lift the fabric a little but he simply takes it off completely leaving me to stare at him for a while.
"You didn't have to take it off-" I mutter as I examine his face.
"If it pleases you I can put it back on-?"
"No no! This is perfectly fine" I step forward.
"I'm sorry I was just caught of guard"
"Oh that's not good! You can get hurt if your not on guard!" He says his lips pulling into a smile.
"Hurt? Are you hurt? Does it still hurt?" I point to the wound remembering why I was here, I take the wet napkin and start to clean it.
"Oh yes a lot! " König smile's and then winces when my fingers touch his skin.
"Sorry, I'm not an actual nurse you know... but they said you guys needed help so..." I try to clean the wound carefully all the way up only sometimes hearing König let out a groan or see his hand grab the table in pain but nothing more.
"Why are you so quiet?" I ask as I pour some alcohol on a cloth applying it on the wound next he winces again and I let my hand fall on his for support.
"I don't want to scare you" He says in a groan and I smile as I continue to let the wound sit in the alcohol.
"Its alright, I've heard worse, its not that deep of a wound so it should be healed in about two weeks..."
"Oh... I have a mission on the weekend could i get some schmerz- painkillers" I looked up to him.
"I don't think its a good idea to give you heavy drugs... can't you sit out this weekend?" I ask watching as some of the dirt flashes out of the wound.
"I cannot just sit out." I bite my lip as His hand grip the table again his body moving positions
"I'm sorry but you need to stop moving" I look up to see him watching me while I try to calm him down again.
"Just give me some painkillers please" He asks and I shake my head again.
"No, I don't want any of you on drugs. I know it hurts but you can just hold onto me and-" he chuckled while I put my hand in my lap breathing through while
"You want me to break you hand then?"
"I have to sew it shut right now... I cannot give you pain killers with out feeling bad for it later. So how about you just let lose I don't care if you scream or grip my hand and break it but I'm heavily against drug usage so." He stares at me I stare back.
"You don't have any painkillers." He states and I press my lips in a thin line.
"They told me not to tell anybody after I told them... they told me they we're some but I searched everything " I smile weakly and he groans. I take the pre peppered needle and wait for his signal to start.
"Fuck" I start to sew it shut his breath got heavier and his head lowered but still he didn't let out more than a groan occasionally.
The table had marks. When I was done with the wound and i had put bondage on it König came down from the table it had marks on it.
"You can come in tomorrow so I can check it up and change the bondage or i can give them to you and you can do it yourself"
"It's alright I'll come by after training-"
"You can't train. Doctors orders" now that he was standing he was about three head's taller then me and i got visibly scared.
"Oh.. alright... Ich- Dankeschön" He gave me a nice smile turning to take his clothes.
"What?"
"It it means Thank you- in German I'm sorry I sometimes forget... " He muttered and I smile.
"Alright you can start training the day after tomorrow... and you can go to the mission but after wards see me immediately." He stares at me before pulling the mask over his face again.
"Yes. Dankeschön"
"Dankeschön" I reply repeating the word terrible and he lets out a heartful laughter.
The next day he set back on the Table at noon.
"Hello"
"Hallo" he waved his hand his eyes squinting up indicating a smile.
"Does it hurt a lot?" I ask and I lift his shirt up with my fingers, he flinches before quickly taking it off.
"Sorry, ahm, " I stare longer at his eyes until his takes his mask off again, I cant help but smile.
"You look better with out it on "I mutter and he laughs.
"Most people say I look 'scary' " I smile as I start to take his bondage off.
"Alright it already started healing so-" I look down his body seeing all the other scars, I trace my finger over one of them.
"They don't hurt" he informs me and I nod, shivers run down my spine.
"Good, they look nasty" I mutter taking some meltalon to clean it up around the edges.
"Sorry if it hurts" I say when I trace my bare fingers up to the sides making sure not to apply pressure.
"Aren't you suppose to wear gloves for this?" He asks and I smile.
"I made sure to clean them if that's what your worried about" I say and he smiles.
"No, your fingers are just kalt" he says and I smile.
"You mean cold? I'm sorry I can put gloves on as soon as I find some this place is terrible for work" I say and he shakes his head.
"No its alright ich mag es"
"You know I don't speak German right?" I say and he smiles.
"Ja" he replies and I roll my eyes.
After I cleaned the wound I put new bondage on and he lets out a whimper when i press down to hard.
"I'm sorry-" I take me hands of but he quickly grabs my hand placing it back down.
"Your good" he interrupts and I continue
As before only that now his hand is holding onto my wrist.
"The pain should be gone in a week or less if you keep treating it right. I don't want you to train today, you can tomorrow so the day before your mission, afterwards no more training for three days minimum got it?" I say and he nods smiling
"How do I say good boy in German?" I ask and he stared at me.
"Hübscher junge" he says and I laugh.
"Hubshe unge?" I repeat and he laughs.
After about 5 minutes of repeating the same two words I got them down and he smiles gently when I repeatedly say it to him.
"Your voice sounds better in German"  He says and I lean forward finishing the bondage noticing that his hand was still on mine.
"Dankeshon" I say and he laughs again.
"Schön with an ö" he says and I repeat the vowel.
"Wunderschön" He says and I raise my eyebrow.
"What does that mean?" I ask and he smiles.
"Its like wonderfully beautiful in one word" He says and i smile at him.
"Why thank you" I lean up smiling into his face and he leans down.
"Still nothing for the pain?"
"Even if I did you can't train"
"I didn't say I wanted to train?"
"I can hear your thoughts" I say and he looks surprised.
"So your a which?"
"Witch" I correct him and he smiles.
"Hast mich verhext?" I raise my eyebrow.
"Stop speaking when I can't understand you?" I ask and he smiles.
"Verlieb mich fast" He mutters and I laugh again.
"Alright you can rest some more here if you like, I don't have a bad so... best to go to your cabin i think we're done tonight" He shuffles my hand falling back into my lap empty.
"I'll stay a bit, what are you doing?" He asks when I start cleaning everything up.
"Cleaning?"
"Can I help?"
"Oh no its alright I'll be done in a second, do you want some tea?"
"Do you have Coffee?"
"I do I'll get a cup ready" After I get done cleaning i make a cup of tea and a cup of coffee sitting in front of him as I give him his cup.
"Does it really hurt a lot?" I ask and he smiles.
"Not as much when I'm distracted" he says and I smile back.
"Good that I'm here then." I mutter and he falters.
"You are distracting?" he says and I smile
"I can leave you if you want? "I ask and he shakes his head.
"Your a good distraction." He says and I nod.
"Just tell me what you need as long as your not in pain I'm happy to help?"
"Good, good" He Stares into the distance thinking slowly sipping at his coffee.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks and I choke on my tea.
"Ah no- well I'm not sure he kinda broke off contact before I left- said he didn't want to do long distance." I say and swallow the tea not daring to look him in the eyes.
"What's his name?" König asks and I look up for a second. I look back down seeing how his eyes darted me out.
"Ahm Charlie Benson"
"Hm... so your- how do they say? Single?" He asks and I nod slightly.
"What about you? Pretty lady waiting for you back home?"
"No." Was all he answered he had leaned down, resting his elbow's on his knees so we we're about the same height.
"Never had one" he says firmly
"Your a virgin?" I ask amused and he grins.
"No!" He says to his defence and finally his checks catch a colour.
"Ich- I didn't say that! I was just saying-" He stared at me sitting straight up so i have to look up to see him again, he's visibly confused and
"Prove it." I ask and he stares at me. It's about a split second before his hand's grab mine and pull me into his lap his lip's pressing rough kisses on mine and his hand's running up and down my body.
I take my top of as he unclasps my bra and I carefully place my hand's around his neck so im not hurting him, my mouth parts letting his tongue take over and his hand wrap around my throat pulling me closer.
My hand tangle in his hair now and I grind myself down on his lap feeling him grow under me.
"König?" I mutter a whimper escaping my lips as he lifts my chin kissing my jaw line and sucking on my neck.
"Ja?" His voice was heated and and I felt his teeth biting into my skin.
"How do I say fuck me in German?" I moan out and with a sudden and careful motion he lifts my body up kissing down my chest a hand griping my breast.
"Your killing me" he muttered and his hand's pulled my pants down while I dropped my hands down opening his belt,
"Scheiße-" I let my hand go down staying for a split second when I feel him in pure shock, he was massive and when I took him out he didn't even give me time to look down as he was just devouring my neck.
"König slow down- ah " he bit my neck again and I moan as his hands grip my ass and I rub myself against his hard dick moaning.
"You'll hurt yourself please I'll do it just slow down" he looks up and finally breathes through, I push him back on the table and make sure his wound hasn't ripped up before going back to moving my body.
"Just relax, lay down, no worries the table has held more" I mutter as he does as told I run my hand's over the clean state of his chest and body, I traced my finger over his scar's and grind myself down on his dick which was
Waiting at my entrance already soaked.
"Heilige-" He rested his hands on my hip's guiding me, i leaned down pressing a kiss down on his lower neck lifting my body and and sitting up when i feel him enter me, He groans while i cover my mouth a small whimper is all to hear, it takes about five minutes until he is inside off me completely and I breath through.
"Holy fuck" I mutter resting my hand's on his stomach.
"You feel so good" he mutter's and I smile as I start to move my hip's, slowly up and down,
"Fuck please-" I moan as he help's me up my movement getting faster slowly and my fingers trembling less, every time I fall down on him he hits me exactly where it hurts and after a while my moans we're to fast to finish the next one, i held my hand over my mouth as tears forms in my eyes and burning pleasure went through my body, His groans we're visibly heard and sometimes when I got him deep enough his lip's escaped a small whimper which making me crazy.
I let out a muffled scream and his hand came up to my mouth and i leaned down so he would have better reach while he simply slid two of his fingers into my mouth.
"Don't be afraid to bite down schatz" He muttered and i swallow, his second hand rested on my hip and I felt his fingers draw hearts on my back and my body rising in tension as I came close to cumming.
König let out another whimper as I came around his dick riding my high out with another muffled scream.
"Fuck you feel amazing" I lift myself off him and he scoffs but before he can complain about me leaving I get down on the floor taking him in my mouth with a second of hesitation.
"Mutter gottes-" He was the one to cover his mouth now and I smiled as I heard an actual moan from his mouth. I moved my head up and down as he set up and I got fully down on my knees. His hand's wrapped around my hair pulling them back so they wouldn't fall into my face and his head fell back as he let out hot breath's.
"Langsam" he muttered and he moved my head slower, I felt him in my throat and almost chocked but he was faster to pull me back up.
He looked at me for a while with a small smile, I felt the salvia drip down my chin onto my boobs and i let my tongue hand out breathing through before he let me go back at him.
"I'm close just- bleib- ah- scheiße-" I knew what he wanted so i swallowed my salvia and let his dick sit down my throat feeling him cum after about five second with a muffled moan.
He stared at me again with a soft smile pulling me up and pressing a kiss onto my lips.
"You'll hurt yourself be careful" I mutter when he pulls me back into him my hand almost touching his wound.
"So egal" He says back and I shove him slightly so He stop's to look at me.
"Speak English." I say and he chuckles .
"I couldn't care less if I get hurt right now" He translates and I scoff.
"Yeah you don't but its kinda my job so" I let my hand on the bondage and he shut's his eyes.
-K<3
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kirascottage · 3 years ago
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dating jj maybank
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jj maybank x gender neutral. reader
word count: 1.8k
cw: headcanons, overall domestic fluff, angst if you squint till ur visions blurry, mentions of poor emotional expression, mentions of sex / sexual innuendos, mentions of fighting / injury, strong pda, kissing, consensual groping, swearing, soft!jj
okay so this is the first time i’ve ever written dating headcanons so i’m gonna try my best
• jj and expressing emotions are a very complicated duo and almost everyone knows it, including you. he knows how he feels for you, and feels it strongly, but the way it comes out of his mouth is like gibberish and completely not understandable. 
“so you know — like — i don’t know, man. i feel heavy for you, like do you feel heavy for me, too?”
“jj, i don’t even know what heavy means in this context and what you’re referring to.”
• but he comes from a good place, and you come to know, learn and love that, because well he loves you, and with jj you just have to infer by his mess of words.
• this boy tries to be as romantic as possible but he’s literally never had a s/o before. the only thing he knows are one nighters so there is a lot that pope and john b advise him on because miscommunication is quite literally the worst. (stated by john b himself)
• for this instance and the sake of the headcanons: you are a member of the pogues, through and through.
• so most of the time you’re together, the pogues are there too. even dates. they love to occupy and jj could shout at the top of his lungs how they are the biggest cock-blockers to ever exist and they would not care. 
• so at that point he doesn’t even try to keep his hands to himself, he will touch you or quite literally make out with you in front of anyone and everyone he can.
• i mean he can get a little protective. (also considering he would never let you around his dad because he wants to protect you and would never let you near anyone that could hurt you) 
• i mean this guy would fight for you till the very end; punches thrown countless of times and harsh words absolutely shouted more times than you could count on your fingers, but no matter how many times you chastise jj, he would never stop to defend your honour because at the end of the night you’re the one playing with his hair and kissing his cuts and bruises.
• especially after everything as well with rafe, topper and the kooks he just wants everyone (including the tourons you see once a millennium) to know that you and him are romantically involved and you are very much taken.
• he even lets the most irrelevant people know the both of you are dating because he loves you that much:
“okay, babe, here me out—”
“jj a whole group of kids just asked me about our relationship! i love you, but the whole population does not need to know that we’re together.”
“obviously we can't tell the whole population! or I would, duh.”
•  even though he could blabber on about everything about you, including what shampoo you use and which perfume of yours is his favourite, affection is more his style: 
• this includes walking around with his hand in your back pocket because wearing anything but jean shorts is really not an option in that heat, (and this does include ass grabbing at every opportunity he can)—
• — his hand gently placed on your thigh while driving / while he’s next to you, interlocking pinkies 98% of the time as you walk together —
• — and peppering kisses is always happening. whether they’re ticking at your checks, suffocating your neck or affectionately placed on your forehead he’s always kissing you.
• other key, and essential, things that come to mind are that his arm is always around you; after everything that’s happened to him he just needs to physically know you’re there and that’s enough to subdue him.
• it’s almost routine for him arm to go around your waist or your shoulder, whether you’re tall or short, tbh he doesn’t really care, his arms and lips are always on you.
• dating jj is dating a teenage boy with absolutely no impulse control and zero control over what he says—
“I mean, dude, if you think about it, why isn’t a banana called a yellow if an orange is called an orange? and why are phones called ‘telephones’ like who the fuck came up with that crap?”
or
“i mean, hey, we could bang out here and it’s not like anyone would know. like jb could be out in the living room and be like clueless.”
“jj, there’s two windows pointing directly at us. i think he would know.”
• —if you don’t understand then he definitely does not either.
• you also flip each other off a lot and people are like ??? but you both are like — fuck you —(affectionate & full of love with my middle fingers)
• one thing he does know is how to flatter you, whether he’s obnoxiously winking at you or bringing you flowers with his tips from work, or he picked them himself, it’s all in the effort.
• any effort from you is like kids getting their favourite toy they’ve been wanting on christmas, for instance: anytime you bring him food, or offer to stay with him at john b’s is like swelling up his heart to the maximum.
• so when he’s not with you, or the pogues, which is rare he is outside. and jj is like diego the explorer he always finds little places just for himself, or for this instance with you.
• so a lot of dates include going to these secluded spots: sometimes it’s a picnic, or a walk, and stargazing is his absolute favourite as he listens to you drone on about the constellations and even just watching the sky with your presence next to him is so comforting and makes him feel safe. 
• of course when the pogues find out they’re brutal with their teasing.
“awww, look at the cute and happy couple!”
“my wittle babies, growing up so fast.”
“god, kie, you make it sound like we’re five?!”
• speaking of alone time, jj loves to cuddle when you guys are alone and that’s one thing he’s not fond of being teased about.
• his head is firm on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist and his leg flung over your hips. to him it’s just a perfect way to start and end the day.
• he also loves to watch movies while cuddling and he has a set of movies and their genres completely memorized for the occasion.
• he has such a good memory to the weirdest things. like he can state in the exact order your makeup routine, or talk about all the caves and sinkholes in yukatan but ask him how many states there are in america and he’s completely bummed.
• back to what i was saying, cuddling and movie times together.
• he’s the little spoon i will not argue with anyone about this, especially if something happened that day.
• like if rafe pissed him off, some kooks stepped on his toes, his dad had been particularly agitated that day or he was just frustrated. your embrace is what keeps his together. he just loves the feeling of your arms around him, essentially protecting him.
• and the pogues always get a kick out of it when they see you too snuggled in the morning. they even take pictures, a lot of pictures of everything and anything they can. 
• their fav times to take pictures is when you both are off guard: like when he’s putting his hat on you, he’s sharing his juul with you, you guys are laying together on the boat or maybe your surfing together in the water.
• he’s surprisingly intimate about everything even though they’re such mundane things for him.
• he expresses his love for you by actions rather than words. for example, he has a guitar (an absolutely beat up one with missing strings and chipped wood, but he says it has more character that way as well as your signature on the back of it)—
• —and just strums it for you absolutely whenever and however your mood is because no matter what its always calming. sometimes he even hums a little tune or starts singing a bit.  
• another few ways he depicts his love for you is by shoving his baseball hat on your head (the one that absolutely nobody is allowed to wear) because he doesn’t want you frying in the sun or dying of heatstroke.
• a lot of his tank tops are now yours because they’re so comfortable and you can wear them literally anywhere.
• he shares, only with you but, he shares. his rings are on your fingers, his bandana is around your neck, his boxers are your sleep shorts, and he absolutely eats that shit up.
• he also gets extremely comfortable with you, like even more than john b in a way. example: you could just be chilling, his arm wrapped around your neck and — boom — he’s shoving your face in his armpit and trying to tickle you.
• it gets to the point where the pogues are so used to it and sometimes even they join in because they even like being included in on your affections but would absolutely rather drown than admit it. they love watching their two best friends love grow for each other, and they're happy jj has found sanctuary to love and be with someone freely. 
• speaking of love, jj is also like a puppy: praise, reassurance and kisses are the way to his heart and staying there.
• i’m gonna say it, jj has self confidence and love issues. they are not detectable at all but with his mother gone and the way his father treated him, there’s shit buried in his heart that it takes awhile for him to open up about.
• once he does: he cries, and he cried a lot. but after that it was like never letting go again. he trusts you with his whole heart and soul and he knows you won’t take advantage of that.
• the way you both accept each other into each others lives is so important to him no matter where you live, who you are and what your family is like everything counts for him and that just makes you the person who you are. 
• dating jj can be complicated and messy and wonderful and passionate and relationships aren’t easy but he would def be worth it <3
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eddieemunsonnn · 3 years ago
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If Eddie & Chrissy Worked out 2
Again, my personal take. Reference part i please.
So eventually Chrissy smokes with Eddie. Eddie is very reluctant at first but he lets her take a hit or two. They are in his room when this happens. His uncle was at work and Chrissy didn't want to go home. She was being forced on this diet by her mother and the two had an argument that morning. Eddie stayed sober the whole time to make sure that Chrissy was alright. He didn't want her first time to not be supervised because what if she got up and hurt herself. He gave her a pair of his old gym shorts and a t-shirt. She always looked so uncomfortable in her clothes. Always. He likes how lovely she is in his clothes. She’s not worrying that she’s slouched over with zero care in the world. In the end, Chrissy is super giggly and sleepy when she smokes. Eddie finds that endearing. “Breathing is funny!” “Y’know, Chris, it sure is.”
Soon enough Chrissy starts coming to his gigs. He always spots her in the corner in a pair of jeans she leaves at his place and the flannel he gave to her because it looked better on her than on him. He overheard her say that she borrowed it from Jason while she was pretending Eddie was pattie on the phone the other night. It’s too big on her tiny frame but she still rocks it. Chrissy loves hearing him and the guys play. It’s one of her favorite things. After the shows, they sneak off to the woods with a pizza and chill there.
As the days grow longer and they have more daylight to spend time with each other they grow closer to each other. Eddie tells Chrissy why he lives with his uncle and Chrissy opens up a little about her own family drama. She doesn’t talk about her issues with food just yet, but Eddie is starting to pick up on her eating patterns.
Some nights Chrissy sneaks Eddie in when she doesn't have the courage to be at home or alone in her own head. The two of them sit in her massive walk-in closet and sit there until Eddie has to be out. Chrissy will bring her pillows and blankets in and they will just hang out. She teaches him how to do eyeliner sometimes and he teaches her how he styles his hair. The boy has natural curls but tries to not show them as often.
(TW for ED in this one) One night they accidentally fall asleep in the closet while talking aimlessly. Chrissy only wakes up because she recognizes the sound of the vacuum. She knows she can't get Eddie out of the house fast enough, so she gets up and grabs a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt before shutting him inside. "Chrissy, darling," her mother says walking into the room, "oh. You do not look good in that shirt. It washes you out so bad." "But I think it's a nice color so I don't get too hot while I'm out with Paige," Chrissy argues. "I need to speak to you about that," her mother says. "Chrissy, you're gaining too much weight by hanging out with your friends. I get that they do not care that deeply about their appearance, but you do and I do not want you to stop taking care of yourself. Look at you, you're basically busting out of your pants and your shirt looks like it's stretching. By the end of summer, we'll have to put you in an x-large." Chrissy starts to panic. Her head is spinning and she can't breathe. The intrusive thoughts are coming. She needs to purge. Her mother is right. Her clothes are too tight. They're getting tighter and tighter by the second. She can feel all of her body weight at once and it's starting to pull at her. "Chrissy, have you stopped taking those pills I've been giving you? I'll just get you some more. You probably ran out. Did you run out?" Chrissy just nods her head, she's trying to breathe but it's getting too hard. "I'll get you some more when I go to the store later. Come down and get a banana and some coffee before you go. Love you, Chrissy-Darling." The sound of her mother's heels clicks down the stairs and into the kitchen where her mother greets Chrissy's little brother. Chrissy completely forgets Eddie is still here and when he opens the closet door he's met with a crying Chrissy who is tugging at her clothes. He heard everything.
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minijooy · 2 years ago
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Like A Star.
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pairing: childhood bully!jeno x reader.
notes! mention of bullying, little hurt??, fluff???, lil bit of harsh words, stalking?? action, toxic?? kind of relationship, maybe love - hate
wc: 800+
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right now you are sitting on the porch, looking at the night sky with plenty of shining stars, the wind is calm as if it knows you need a relax for at least an hour. far from any problem that always comes at you, it's exhausting.
stargazing has always been your hobby, by just looking at it makes you feel safe. do you know the feeling?? the feeling when you feel amazed by what you see, so you always want to see it again and again. so sometimes you wished night time to never end.
when the sun rises, you feel lonely. there are no stars in the sky, you know it's always there, it's just you who can't see it, it's hiding in the light.
when the sun rise up you need to go to school and in school, one person is really bothering you, lee jeno. you and he are both in the same grade, he is a clever student and you are kinda the opposite. even tho he has that big brain, he is still a bully and a part of a motorcycle gang, most feared person in school, and many more.
we knew each other since kids. at that point, when you met him for the first time, he never leave you alone. he always messing with you and making fun of you. you don't even know why he did this to you, it's just how it is. it hurt. the fact that he bullying you for no reason, thinking you are just a toy for him to play with.
you sigh as you look back to the sky, "i wish i have the courage to talk to jeno, to stop messing with me, i'm so tired."
"hey." a tall figure walking towards you, his black hair and dreamy eyes caught my attention. "jeno? what are you doing outside?" oh, forgot to mention that you and he are neighbors, but you always avoid him, who doesn't when he is the reason for all of your problems? but you can't really ignore him, him with that looks, it's so unfair to look fine with that kind of personality.
"i have to go to the convenience store, uhm.. bye." you began to walk away, you are scared that he will do something bad. but as you are walking, you began to feel that someone is following you from behind. you looked back and realize there is a guy behind you.
now, this is the real fear. you began to walk faster and faster. the guy behind you is catching up and grabs your hand. you scream as loud as you can, you even closed your eyes out of fear and start punching the guy, but he covers your mouth "HEY Y/N???? TRYNA WAKE THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD???" the voice sounds familiar.
you opened your eyes, "j- jeno?? you scared the hell out of me, god."
"i'm the one who is supposed to be scared, you screamed out of nowhere."
"hey, you are the one who's creeping me out, are you following me??!"
"yeah, you have zero percent of survival, that punch doesn't even hurt a bit." you rolled your eyes, "let go of my hand now?" his eyes widen, and immediately let it go. "thank you."
"so, wanna explain why are you here?" you furrowed and look around "i already told you, i wanna-" and then the realization hit you, you don't know where are you right now.
"see?? zero percent of survival."
"shut up, you don't even care."
"i care, i care about you.", "no jeno, stop."
"no y/n, you don't understand. i care about you."
you decided to ignore him and walk away, what even is he talking about. he is just a stupid bully who full of himself, and always be like that. said he cared about you, when he bring some girl to his room, you don't have any problem with that, you don't care, but this unpleasant feeling. it really bothering me. so i'm trying to delete that feeling, pushing it more and more.
"Y/N WAIT.", "don't shout at me, trying to wake up the whole neighborhood?"
he grabbed my hand once again. "i'm so sorry i've always been nothing but awful to you. the truth is i really like you, i like you from our first met. you have always been there for me, i just don't know what to do to grab your attention. i know it's weird and comes out of nowhere. but at least forgive me?"
you can feel your cheeks heat up, "are you playing games right now? because this is not funny."
"i'm not y/n, i'm serious." he tightens his grabs. this is your first time seeing this face of him, those eyes never did that. it always been so cold, his stare. you didn't know jeno hid his feelings for a long time, he always act tough and don't care about you. you thought he just sees you as his toy and nothing more.
"i need time, jeno. after what you did, it really affects me.", he nodded "i know, i know. i will wait for you."
"and don't make fun of me ever again, or i'll punch you with these hands." he chuckled. your face comes closer to his, giving him a quick peck on his cheek. his face becomes red-ish and slowly touches his own cheek. "don't do that ever again, y/n. its affects are not good for me."
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spideyspeaches · 4 years ago
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The Prince and the Archer ↬ t.h
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EDIT: LOOK AT THIS AMAZING MOODBOARD @mischiefmanaged011​ MADE!!!!!!
A/N: So @blissfulparker and I wrote a fic on this prompt I sent to her. She already posted hers AND GO READ IT IT’S AMAZING OKAY?! ANYWAYS-
WC: 2.3k (EXACT HOLY SHIT)
Pairing: Prince!Tom Holland x Archer!Reader
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Thomas had been nineteen years old when he first saw You.
He had been coming back from the stable with his mentor after a session of horse riding, exhaustion evident in the young Prince’s face. It had been a tough ride, his horse- Jakie- had not been very compliant that day, and Harry had been poking fun at him all day. He loved his brother, but he could be annoying sometimes (most of the time.)
Walking towards the castle, his eyes fell around the sports fields, his vision zeroing onto the Archery range. He had always found the sport interesting. How a single shot from an arrow and a bow could do so much as slice a fruit or pierce an organ, he would never understand. It never ceased to amaze him though.
“You look a little lost there mate.” Harry smirked, eyes following his brother's. He startled when Harry laughed, punching his biceps playfully. 
He didn’t understand what Harry was talking about, until he saw You standing in the field, hands stretched out and legs apart, a perfect stance for a fight. A bow was held tight in your hands, stretching the arrow. He hadn’t even noticed that he had been staring at you, your hair flowing with the wind, a serious expression with your lips pursed as if you were ready for combat, the half of your face glowing with the sun.
The snap of Harry ’s fingers got him back, a blush raising his cheeks at being caught.
"She's pretty isn't she? She's the cook's daughter." He said. 
“Mr. (L/N)?” He asked absentmindedly.
Tom saw as the arrow went sailing in a perfect trajectory, hitting the centre of the eye. He watched in a sort of trance as arrows after arrows hit the various targets, your hands not wavering once even.
 “Uh- you, you go ahead. Tell mother I’ll be back in a minute.” He stuttered. 
“Okay. Her name’s Y/N, by the way.” Harry  retreated, patting his back and giving him a smile that he knew all too well. 
He gestured at his mentor to make his way back to the Castle, walking towards the field where you were practicing. 
You noticed him coming towards him, immediately bowing your head as he approached you. 
"It's alright darling, you don't need to do that." He smiled at You as you nodded feverently. He smiled at you, cooing at the way you shied and hid your face from him. 
“You’re Y/N right?” He asked slowly as you fiddled with your bow, nodding but not looking up for a long time.
“That's me, your majesty, to what do I owe you the pleasure of you visiting the archery range?” You finally said, looking up and stopped fiddling. 
Your heart sped up when you looked at the young prince, hair slicked back in a short mullet, horse riding clothes donned on. 
You had seen him quite a few times while practicing, and even admired him from afar like any other girl your age, but never had the guts to speak. You didn’t know how you would talk to the royalty without the intrusive thoughts of what he would possibly think of a poor girl talking to him. You felt giddy now that he was actually here, talking to you. 
"Oh no no! The pleasure's all mine sweetheart. I, uh, you're good at it."He said, clearing his throat when you raised an eyebrow, “Could you show me? Uhm, how to work a bow and an arrow? I’m actually really bad at it.” He chuckled as you smiled, eyes lighting up when he mentioned the sport.
“Only if you teach me how to ride a horse.” You said back. You couldn't hold back the grin that appeared on your face, neither did he, when you agreed. 
You couldn’t help but do an internal victory dance when he smiled, his soft brown eyes shining in the sunny day sending your mind into a frenzy.
"I could do that. So do we meet here tomorrow? Same time?" He asked, too giddy to notice anything around him. His heart was beating like crazy, feeling a pang of excitement in his tummy as you nodded shyly. 
"Uh yes. That would be great, Mister Holland." You nodded, packing your bow and arrows. Shuffling your feet, you stared at him before he moved out of your way, chuckling when you saw his cheeks flame in a blush. 
"Just Tom is fine!" He said, waving at you with a goofy expression on his young face. He chuckled, shaking his head as he felt an unearthed excitement at the thought of seeing you again.
The feeling felt foreign to the young prince. He had been offered services with other princess' before, danced with them in balls and even had fancy dinners with them, but the thought of spending time with you in the fields felt different, yet the excitement felt the same.
Skipping over to the main halls with a smile on his face that rivaled the brightness of the sun, Tom sighed. His heart was still fluttering from your previous encounter, stomach churning with an unknown feeling. 
It was a few days later, during dinner, that the others started noticing his absences and random visits to the royal grounds with his horse (or how he suddenly was interested in learning archery of all sports).
"What's got you so excited?" His mum smiled, snapping him from his stupor as he looked up from his plate. The steak from his fork nearly fell, the laughter of his brothers making him blush. 
"Is it the girl?" Harry smirked, eating his dinner innocently as he could.
"What girl?" Sam piped in. Everyone's eyes were on him now. Shuffling in his seat, he smiled, remembering your smile when he offered to learn archery from you in exchange of teaching you to horse ride.
"The girl in the archery fields. She's really beautiful. And her aim is impeccable. She's perfect, mum! I've never met a lady like her before." Tom said, looking at his mom with large eyes, anticipation making him sweat. He saw his mother nod, giving him a small smile. 
"An archer you say? Is she by any chance, our cook's daughter?" She asked, resting her fork on her plate. 
"I- I don't know, maybe? How does it matter though?" 
"Tom, you know the rules. There are so many other princesses waiting for you in a like, you can't go for a normal low-life girl." She said, eyes betraying the sadness missing in her stern expression. 
"Just because she's not as wealthy as us doesn't make her a bad person mum!" 
"Tom honey, it's not about that, you have to understand we have certain rules and regulations to follow. For all you know she's a gold digger!" 
Tom was used to the burden of being royalty, and he often felt guilty for feeling burdened with having all the wealth of London, when there were so many poor kids in the streets begging for food and a shelter. 
Sometimes he felt like he would break under all the pressure and rules. 
"How can you say that? You don't even know her! You know what? I don't care. I- You have to understand mum. She's different! She's not like those other snobby princesses who only want to marry me for my name! She's so much more better than those fucking pompous brats okay?-"
"Mind your language Thomas!" 
"You can't stop me!" He said, pushing away his chair angrily before storming away, walking towards the ballroom and ignoring the servants running behind him with apologies. 
Stomping his way to the ballroom, he opened the huge doors, slamming them as fast as he could with his strength. Locking them from the inside, he switched on the lights, sliding down the doors. 
Holding his head, his shoulders shook with silent sobs, tears falling free as he felt himself break. He felt weak, for having such variations of emotions over some girl he saw not long ago. 
Sniffing, he stood up, fixing himself as much as he could in his state, before looking at the small door behind one of the curtains. It was only noticeable if you were looking for it. He smiled, walking towards it. Touching the small latch, he opened the door, sneaking into a garden, the garden only he and his father knew about. 
Pushing aside the shrubbery growing around it, he finally found the rusted gates, slowly removing the rusty chains with his hands.
He smiled fondly, remembering the day his dad had brought him here. He had been sad that day for whatever reasons he didn't remember, sitting on the small swing set as his father pushed him higher and higher until his tummy hurt because of giggling so much. 
Sitting on the swing that was slightly too small for him, he idly pushed his feet back and forth, lost in his thoughts. 
"It's beautiful here isn't it? I didn't think anyone would know about this place, much less the Prince of England." 
His eyes widened, jaw dropping when he heard your voice.
"How do you know about this place?" He asked. 
"My grandfather built this place before you and I were even born. My father told me about this. Now, answer my question." You shrugged, picking the leaves of the bush you were leaning against. 
"That's nice. My father used to bring me here when I was a child. He doesn't do that anymore. I just, I wish he would spend more time with me." He said, biting his lips. 
“You come here often then?” You asked.
“Yes, whenever I feel like being left alone. I come here.” He bit his lip, nervous of the sudden silence.
"I'm sorry." You said, cutting off his wandering thoughts.
"What are you sorry for?" 
"Good childhood memories are sometimes more painful than the bad ones. At least you can deflect the bad ones, but the good ones are just a reminder of what you had and what you can't now." You said. 
"That's not entirely true, good memories can still be made you know? With the person you love." He said, getting up from the swing set. 
Walking towards You, he held his hand up, pushing a strand of your hair from your face as you ducked, shying away from his touch. 
Your breath hitched, your hands clenched behind you as he came closer. You were standing head to head now. You could feel his breath on You, your lips nearly touching. 
In the moment of courage, you leapt forward, capturing his lips in yours. 
You loved fairy tales, small stories that described kisses as magical that made sparks fly. You always thought they were exaggerations, but at this moment, when you were kissing the most beautiful boy, the Prince of England and the boy you had been crushing on since forever, you felt like you were a part of those fantasies. 
The kiss was indeed magical, albeit a little wet. You giggled when you broke apart, short of breath as you laid your hands on his chest, feeling the expensive fabric under your palm. 
"What will the others think?" You whispered. Your hair flew in whisps, the air around you whispering it's reassurance as you stood in front of him. 
"Let them think what they want to, darling. I've been the prey before, I'm ready to do it again." He smirked, pulling you by your waist for another kiss. 
"You're cheesy." You chuckled. 
"Yes, I'm melted cheese for you." 
"That was a terrible joke Holland." 
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"Okay so you need to hold your stance, stiff but not too stiff. You will feel pressure in your shoulders the first day-" 
"- darling can't we just make out please?" 
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as if his yapping was giving you a headache. 
You had gotten comfortable around him since your first encounter, and you felt special, seeing the goofy and happy side of the Prince. Didn't mean he didn't manage to make your heart stutter with his devilishly handsome grin (that made you want to pinch his cheeks and suck his dick).
"Thomas no." 
"Thomas yes! I don't know how you manage to do this, this bow is so heavy!" He whined, keeping down the bow and folding his hands on his chest. He looked adorable with his pout.
Smiling, you shook your head, heaving a sigh, "the bow isn't heavy, Tom. Here, how about this, I'll hold your elbow while you aim alright?" You offer.
"That would be great, princess." You blushed at the nickname, not quite used to being called that. 
"Alright drama queen, don't need to butter me." You muttered, moving closer so your chest touched his back, one hand on his elbow and the other on the string of the bow. 
He could feel your breath on his neck, shuddering as you leaned in, your hair tickling him, your rough but nimble hands featherlight on his skin.
"Now aim." You said, moving your hair from your face. 
He stuttered a response, holding himself straighter. You pushed his elbow up, right as he unleashed it, the arrow hitting the bullseye with a thud. 
"We did it! Oh god Y/N did you see that? We did it ! It hit the centre!" He laughed, turning around, the bow laying on the ground as he lifted you up.
You shrieked as he spun you in circles, laughter bubbling in your chest as you rested your head against his. 
"We did, your majesty." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him. 
You weren't afraid of being caught, you were way past that point. And you felt that you could live like that, if it meant living with the loveliest Prince of England.
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