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All Of Yourself - 1

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All Of Yourself 1

Word Count: 6277

Tags: Fem!Reader; Ruthless!Law; Obsessive!Cora; Intense!Doffy; Soft!Cora; Dark Themes; Modern Day World AU; Cora Lives; Law is damaged; Doflamingo is a walking red flag; Mafia Romance; Dark Romance Vibes; Dub Con; Degradation; Praise; NSFW; Oral Sex (reader performing); Penetrative Sex (P in V; P in M); Choking; Posessivness; Overstimulation; Multiple Orgasms; Filthy talk; Biting; Ownership; Physical Restrainment; Reverse Harem (no M/M, they only focus on you); Multiple Penetration; Orgasm Denial (just once); Why choose romance; Pierced!Law; Porn With Plot; Rough Sex; Still Unsure About Good or Bad Ending; Voyeurism; Future Tags Will/May include: Somnophilia; Breath Play; Spanking; Dom!Law; Dom!Doflamingo; Anal Play; Edging; Jealousy; Stockholm Syndrome; Free use of sexual toys; Violence; Torture; Blood; Gore;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: You're on the run. The Donquixote Family is your only chance of protection, but that comes with a cost: you. All of you. Law demands control. Doflamingo claims ownership. Cora offers love. Trapped between their wants and your needs, where do you draw the line between captivity and surrender?

Notes: Ah, gosh, don't you all just love it when a splash of inspiration hits you in the face? I know I do... so after waking up to that fun musing about a modern day world, dark romance vibes, mafia AU, I wrote this... And I planned more for it. As I stated in another post, I don't have the bandwidth to fully focus on this story at the moment, since I want to dedicate myself to Kid's Story and to some personal projects, but this first chapter acts well as a one-shot for now. I'm planning to keep writing whenever I want a break from other fics, or am in a dark mood! I'm exploring themes that I'm not that used to writing, so this is very self-indulgent, bear with me.

Note 2: 'K, so in reverse harems, M/M is usually also explored. I won't do it in this story mainly because I don't vibe with CoraLaw, DoffyLaw, or CoraDoffy. Not shipshaming anyone! To each their own. I'm just explaining why it won't be happening here.

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Divider by @cafekitsune

You had exactly two options: run away or die. 

It should’ve been a no-brainer; anyone would choose to run instead of dying, but you knew better. If you ran, you’d have to run to them. And they were far more ruthless than the dangerous people who wanted to kill you. 

But if you stayed… well, death wouldn’t come swiftly or mercifully. It would come in slow bursts of pain and prolonged torture. So, no matter how frightening the prospect of running to them might’ve been, that’s where you went.

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“Well, well, well… what do we have here?” Donquixote Doflamingo’s voice reached you first. Your eyes were glued to the floor, not in reverence, but out of respect. You knew enough about this mafia lord to understand that he delighted in power, in being perceived as the most dangerous man in the city. So you’d give him exactly that. 

You had waited in the relentless rain outside one of his clubs, demanding to be taken to him. Certain that the six hours he made you wait were meant to test your resolve, you were more than willing to prove you were worthy of his attention. Of his protection. 

“I require refuge. A safe place to stay.” You hated how your voice trembled and shook, how your shoulders twitched, and how your eyes prickled. You’d have liked to say you weren’t afraid, but that would’ve been a blatant lie. 

“Look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes, princesa.” You had heard of him. The powerful older Donquixote, the ruthless brother. The leader everyone feared. Unhinged, deranged, unrestrained… you’d heard whispers that he was handsome in his insanity, but you had never considered them true. Until you were face to face with the devil himself. 

Doflamingo lounged in his leather chair. A mock throne set above a small dais in an opulent, though rather empty, room. His leg dangled by the side of the chair, swinging absently, the red of his three-piece suit mirrored the crimson of his tinted lenses. The way his chin rested against the knuckles of his veiny hand sent a shiver down your spine: a god in his throne, considering whether he wished to bless or smite.

“Ah, preciosa. Isn’t she, Corazon?” 

A tall figure, standing at his right, emerged from the shadows. Blond bangs covered his own crimson eyes, a saddened look in them. A half-smoked cigarette dangled from his thin lips, an addiction, certainly to blame for the charred feathers of his black coat. He wore tailored beige pants and a white dress shirt. He was the younger Donquixote: the kind one.

A hum was his response, a political, nonchalant one, but his eyes devoured your form, taking in your filthy bare feet, your dishevelled hair, and your crumpled, rain-soaked clothes. Assessing. Observing. Preying. 

“You’re running from what, exactly?” Cora tilted his head to the left. “Or from whom?”

Your wet fingers slipped against the cold marble floor as you used them to steady yourself. You weren’t quite on your knees, but still in a kneeling position, and your legs were starting to cramp. But there was no way you’d show weakness to someone like the Donquixotes.

“I cannot say,” you whispered, avoiding their gaze. You knew you couldn’t share this information, and perhaps, this would be what would eventually condemn you. 

“We can find out, you know? There are ways…” This voice was colder, controlled, laced with precision. Trafalgar Law. You’d heard of him, too, and of the things he did to make enemies talk: The Surgeon of Death. He must’ve been hiding in the shadows. A shiver ran its course from your nape to your tailbone, one that had nothing to do with the cold and damp soaking your clothes. You felt him before you saw him, a presence as sharp as a knife; a scent of disinfectant and warm pine. Inviting. Dangerous. 

He stood tall, though not as tall as the brothers, his dark hair and golden eyes contrasted with theirs. He was dressed all in black: black suit, black shirt, black tie, black soul.

“I can pull nerves from your body as if they were strings. Hang you up by them, watch you slowly bleed without ever truly succumbing to death. You’d talk then. I’m sure.” 

“I can’t,” you pleaded. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

Doflamingo straightened in his chair, watching you over the rim of his glasses. His grin spread wildly, maniacally. 

“Anything?”

You nodded then, locking your fate with theirs. You’d considered this on your way over. You knew they’d immediately take you up on this offer. The Donquixote Mafia liked to own, to possess, to control. 

And you were about to become their newest toy.

“Let’s get you out of those damp clothes then, mi querida. We wouldn’t want you catching a cold. Cora, would you do the honors?” 

Corazon flicked the butt of his cigarette to the pristine floor and crushed it. The leather of his shoes let out a squeak of protest as he rotated his foot to put it out. Then he shed his coat, letting it fall behind him in a crumpled, feathery mess. Clumsy fingers fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt, but he managed to open them before reaching you.

You raised your head to stare at him and had to bite your cheek to stay silent. His pale skin was marred with old scars. You met his gaze then and found him smiling at you, a softness in his features you hadn’t expected. 

He leaned down, holding your arms to steady your trembling form, and brushed his knuckles against your cheek. “We shouldn't do this, Doffy. She looks innocent enough.”

Innocent? How wrong he was. 

Doffy didn’t answer, and Cora knew better than to repeat himself. “Can you remove your clothes for me, love?” The kindness in his voice almost broke you. You couldn’t have that. You needed to harden yourself to what was inevitably coming. 

A nod. Then trembling fingers trying to undo buttons and zippers, to pull wet, heavy fabric over your head and off your legs. 

“That’s it, lovely, you’re doing well. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” Somehow, you believed him. Even when you had no reason to. You focused your gaze on him when Doffy ordered you to remove your underwear, too. Perhaps you could tune out the other two, pretend they weren’t there. That it was just you and Cora.

The kind brother.

“Exquisite…” he uttered, a shuddered whisper that barely reached your ears. “I won’t harm you.” He promised again. Maybe more to himself than to you this time.

Cradling you in his arms, he took a deep breath and faced his brother as if he were about to wage war. 

“I’ll take her away, draw her a bath. My suite—”

“No,” Doflamingo’s voice rang with finality. “Here, Cora. You’ll take her here. We want to see. She said she would do anything, so she will give all of herself to all of us.”

Your breath hitched, a rapid hiss escaping between clenched teeth as fear clawed its way up your throat and squeezed. All of them. 

You ignored another shiver coursing through you, this one inching closer to your core, between your legs, and settling in your stomach. A shiver akin to excitement. 

Corazon grunted, and his jaw clenched, ticking twice before he set you on your feet again. He left you for a moment to fetch his coat, and you felt exposed. Not just because you were naked, but because Doflamingo’s intense eyes could bare your soul to him. You felt as if he could read your secrets and your thoughts. Worse, you felt as if he could read your desires. And they, somehow, involved them at this moment. 

Laying the black feathers at your feet, Corazon held you against his bare chest again. “Look at me, only me. Ignore them.”

You nodded, but it was easier said than done when the two men watching you were as intense as Doffy and Law. 

“If you want me to stop, tell me.”

“Stop being a sap and just fuck her, Cora,” Law rasped. Your head whipped to the side, your thighs immediately clenching in response to his words. He was leaning against the wall behind you, an unreadable expression behind his golden eyes. But Cora didn’t allow you to linger on him.

“Eyes on me, love,” he gently commanded. The tips of his fingers tilted your jaw, turning your face towards him. “There we go.”

He laid you down on the coat reverently, as one lays down something precious enough to break. Then he removed his clothes, his crimson eyes never leaving yours. When he positioned himself between your legs, your breath came in sharp bursts, and tears were already pooling at the corners of your eyes. 

This was always a possibility. When you considered running to them, you knew what it entailed. Belonging to the Donquixote Mafia was much more than being part of their family. Belonging to them meant giving yourself to them.

All of yourself.

To all of them. 

Cora’s hands engulfed yours gently, his fingers pressing and prying your hand open, forcing you to relax under his care. “That’s it, love, relax. Very good, you’re doing so well.” He peppered each praise with a soft kiss: your temple, then your nose, your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. 

Using his knee, he nudged your legs open, and when the cold air of Doflamingo’s sterile throne room hit your aching center, you shivered. The soft echo of footfalls told you Law was moving to a better position. Curious. You thought he wasn’t interested in taking what you had offered. 

You felt the shaky warmth of Cora’s shuddered breath when his lips hovered over yours. And then, with gentleness, he kissed you. Something so soft and warm that, for a moment, it made you forget where you were.

Until you heard Doflamingo’s soft chuckle and the clinking of his rings against a glass, reminding you he was watching, observing, and assessing. 

Cora pulled away, licking the seam between your lips. His hand brushed with soft strokes between your breasts, then over your stomach, and when it hovered over your entrance, you gasped.

“May I?” He was still asking for permission. And even though it was all a deception, the lie of you having any control over what was about to happen was too beautiful to pass up. 

So you nodded, agreeing to what was about to happen as if you had any agency over it. 

Soon, however, your thoughts of what was wrong or right about your situation disappeared from your mind, engulfed by the thick, seductive fog of lust and desire.

“You’re so wet for me already, love.” Cora’s whispered words were almost reverent. His fingers were nimble and long, and he used two to pump in and out of your cunt, curving them and hitting a spot that promptly turned your apprehension into want. 

He added another finger and pressed his thumb against your throbbing clit. With his weight over you, shielding most of what was happening from the other two men, it was almost easy to forget your surroundings. To escape harsh reality and pretend you and Corazon were two lovers giving in to their urges.

“That’s it, you’re taking my fingers so well,” Cora cooed, when you arched your back, grinding your hips against his hand, seeking more, begging for more. “Almost there, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” a muffled whisper tumbled out of your lips as you pressed a hand against your mouth to stop more noises or prayers from stumbling out, unwanted. 

“I want to hear her moans,” Doflamingo demanded, and the spell shattered. You and Cora were not alone. You and Cora were not lovers. This was just a game. And you were being used. 

All of yourself to all of them. 

“Stay with me,” Cora coaxed, but the pleasure slipped somewhere between his fingers and Doffy’s voice. 

“I can’t…” You whimpered, a single tear finally finding a way out, even when you were trying your hardest to hold it in.

“You can,” Cora assured. Withdrawing his fingers from your heat, he splayed his hand open over your stomach, pressing the tip of his weeping cock against your nub. 

You hissed, looking down with a sob. “I can’t!” Too big. It won’t fit. I’m scared. Those were words you wanted to say, but they would make you sound so pathetic that instead, you kept them all to yourself. 

“I've got you. Scream my name when you come, love. It’s Rosi.” He pushed his hips forward with a gentleness you should already expect from this kind giant. He didn’t bottom out, he didn’t shove himself hard or expect you to just take him. He pushed slowly, letting you adjust to his size, cooing in your ear, letting you know how precious you were and how well you were doing, kissing away your tears. 

Your hand flew over your mouth again, meaning to trap a traitorous moan from spilling out of your lips. But Cora gripped your wrist, placing the back of your hand against the warmth of his feathery coat. In a mimicry of his earlier gesture, he released the tension from your fist with his fingers and intertwined them with yours.

You locked eyes with him, then, watching as he soaked you in with nothing but tenderness. Beads of sweat were already dampening his forehead from the effort he was making to hold himself back. 

He pulled his hips back and pushed again, softly, gently. You could feel every ridge of his cock dragging slowly against your walls, sucking him in, welcoming him in. You gasped again. Not exactly a moan, but not a whimper. The sting of his size melted away with each small stroke. 

“More…” you begged, and your voice sounded foreign. It was easy to slip back into a dreamlike state. You and Corazon were alone, there was nobody else. You were lovers. Nothing else. You were not a runner trading yourself over for refuge. You weren’t terrified. 

Corazon nodded, a throaty noise rumbling his chest as he pulled out. He locked eyes with you again, and this time, there was a small hint of madness mixing with the softness you’d already seen there. 

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, no matter how beautifully wrapped it may be. 

When he snapped his hips forward this time, there was no hint of restraint. He sheathed himself to the base with one swift stroke, and you cried out. No muffled whimper, no small gasp. A cry and a wanton moan, loud enough to reverberate as an echo around the almost empty room.

Law grunted, moving again to another side to get a better view. Doffy laughed.

Cora leaned down, lips murmuring against your ear. Hushed words in a language you didn’t understand; a rapid litany of melodic sounds, urging you on, coaxing more cries and whimpers from you, and expertly succeeding. 

His hand pressed against your lower stomach as he let go of your fingers, using the other hand to lift your hips into a better angle. He reached deeper, harder, faster. 

“My name, love, my name,” he urged, teeth nipping your skin, fingernails digging indents everywhere he touched. 

A surge of heat made your vision go blank. You clenched around his cock, arched your back, and clawed at his coat, fisting feathers as you moaned and cried out ‘Rosi,’ exactly like he requested you to. 

You were still coming down from your high, black dots clouding your vision, chest heaving while you gulped for air, when you felt him close to you.

“My fucking turn,” Law’s voice was hoarser than before, unrestrained and untamed. 

Cora groaned, and you felt him lift your body against his, using his hands to wrap your legs around him and pulling you closer as he kept thrusting. “I’m not done!”

“Do I look like I care, Cora? Turn her around!” Law growled, his own madness revealing itself in the urgency of his movements as he fought to unbuckle his belt and open his shirt. 

Cora whimpered something about being close to finishing, but lifted you onto his lap. You mourned the loss of his fullness with a whimper of your own, but then he turned your back to his chest, placing your legs over his thighs and opening you up so he could bury his cock inside you again. 

“Rosi…” you moaned lustfully, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, claiming you. 

“Open your mouth,” Law commanded. 

You opened your eyes first, and even though they were half-lidded, you were still taken aback by the beauty of this dangerous man. He had tattoos. So many of them. Dark, obviously, intricate, covering his chest and his hands. Did he have more on his body? You couldn’t tell; he’d only opened his shirt and lowered his pants. 

“Are you going to be a good little slut and open that mouth for me, or do I have to clamp your nose until you’re gasping for air?” Law leaned down, golden eyes flickering with excitement and desire.

There was no kindness in them. Not like Cora’s. 

Cora thrust once and squeezed you tighter against him, his mouth wafting warm breath in your ear. “Do as he says, love, or he'll get rough.”

So you did. Locking your gaze with his, with as much defiance as you could while being fucked into bliss again by Cora, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, welcoming him in.

All of yourself, to all of them.

“Much better.” Law’s praise was more venomous than sweet, but you expected nothing less from him. Taking his cock out of his boxers, he palmed it and stroked it once. Your eyes widened: piercings, so many of them. They looked like little barbells, forming a sort of ladder along the underside of his cock. You flinched, angling your body closer to Cora, suddenly too overwhelmed, but Law’s grin only grew more dangerous.

“Don’t tell me our whore is afraid of some hardware?”

With a dark chuckle, he took a step forward, gripping your lower jaw with his hand and slamming his cock against your tongue. He was smaller than Cora, but thick and veiny. Still long enough for you to realise you wouldn't be able to take all of him into your mouth. 

“Lick it, slut.”

You let out a low groan, and Cora, sensing your apprehension towards Law, placed the tips of his index and middle fingers against your clit, circling it with soft presses as he kept his slow, steady thrusts. He was quickly building you up to another orgasm. You felt the heat already pooling inside your belly, spreading like wildfire down your center. 

With drool already dripping from the corners of your mouth, you used one hand to grip the base of Law's cock before you started to lick around it. Leaning your head and moaning as Cora's touch started to burn hotter and hotter, you panted onto Law's cock and licked the underside of it with a long swipe of your tongue, relishing the way the metal felt against the muscle and taking your time to lick around each piercing. 

Law grunted and took another step closer to you. Then, without any warning, he gripped the back of your head, fingers punishingly threading and pulling through strands of hair. Then he started to fuck your mouth mercilessly. 

“Fuck, such a good little slut for me, taking all my cock into your greedy little mouth. Take it all,” Law rasped through gritted teeth, pistoning his hips back and forth into your open mouth. You tried your hardest to shield your teeth from his piercings, certain he’d punish you if you hurt him. 

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel. 

And when the orgasm Cora built up slammed into you unannounced, you moaned around Law’s cock, fingers clawing at his legs as he slammed the back of your throat so hard you knew you’d be sore in the morning. Drool dripped down your chin, mingling with tears you couldn’t stop. Your vision blanked, and floating black dots were all you could focus on. 

Your chest hurt as you gagged and sobbed against Law’s unforgiving thrusts. You needed air. Desperately. 

“We’re almost there, love. You got this. Such a good girl for us, my love, taking us so well,” Cora murmured rapidly, his thrusts spasming hard and sloppy.

“You’re going to swallow every little drop of cum I give you, like a good little cumslut. Got it?” Law tightened his grip on your hair, and you moaned again as he pulled slightly away from your throat so you could take in a few desperate gulps of air. 

Cora’s grip on your waist tightened. Law pushed himself further inside you, and another wave of bliss started to crest on top of the last one. You were starting to feel guilty and ashamed because of how much you were enjoying this. How much you wanted their cocks inside you; how much you wanted to be coated in their cum.

But then, there was no more room for unwanted thoughts or feelings. 

Cora came first. Heaving and shuddering against your back, his arm gripping your waist so tight he might’ve stolen all the air from your body had Law not done that already. With three final jerks, he spilled his seed inside you, forcing another orgasm from your spent body.

You convulsed and whimpered against Law’s cock when he shoved it harshly into the back of your throat, gripping your head with both hands as his release dripped down and you swallowed every drop, just like he told you. 

When Law retreated, you gulped oxygen in long breaths, your head lolling back against Cora’s chest, where he cradled you sweetly, still buried inside you.

“You’re so perfect. So beautiful, look at you.”

You couldn’t. But you could imagine. Cum dripping down your thighs, yours and Cora’s, hair more dishevelled than it already was when you arrived, eyes red and tears soaking your face, where cum and drool were starting to crest. 

“Exquisite, indeed,” Doflamingo uttered from his throne, and you opened your eyes to see him. Law was buttoning his pants and retreating back to the shadows, one hand tousling his dark hair while he let out a string of curses. But Doflamingo was still in the same position you found him in when you arrived. 

He sipped the rest of his red wine and set the glass down at a small table next to the chair. Then he rose, unbuttoning his jacket and shedding it. The calculating steps he took towards you felt like nails being hammered into your coffin. 

Cora pulled out, finally, and you let out a small whimper, but he didn’t let go of your body. You were utterly spent and emotionally exhausted. 

“What are you hiding from us, cariño? You’re the keeper of whose secret?” Doflamingo crouched near you, tilting his head to the side, elbows resting against his parted knees. “Are you here to betray me?”

The air became colder. You felt Cora stiffen under you and heard Law shuffling again in the shadows. But Doflamingo watched you with nothing but a grin. The smell of his woodsy cologne and a hint of spices clung to your nostrils, invading your brain, and taking over what remained of your senses. 

“Because if you are, I will find out. And I won’t be as kind as my brother here. I will bare all your secrets, mi pequeña, and you won’t like it.”

You weren’t here to betray him or take his secrets. You were just here to survive. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“I have nothing to hide, except who I’m running from.” Your voice sounded small and apologetic. You had nothing more to give.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” Doflamingo rose. His eyes never left yours while he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal his muscled forearms. “Leave us,” he said to the room.

Cora stiffened again under you. “Doffy, you can’t—”

“I’m not going to repeat myself, little brother.”

Law was the first to open the door and step outside while Cora fought against his instincts to stay and protect you. With a final warning look from his brother, he kissed your temple and got up, dressing his pants and leaving without another word.

When the door clicked shut, the sound reverberated ominously against the walls. Doflamingo circled you like a predator circling prey, but you didn’t flinch. Wiping the combination of fluids from your mouth with the back of your hand, you tried to cover your naked self next, feeling, once again, bare under the intimidating man’s scrutiny. 

He sat in his throne once more, crossing his legs and staring at you. Time ticked on slowly as he observed you. Was this his way of trying to break you? Or was he reading you in another way?

“Crawl to me,” he demanded. 

You felt heat creep up your neck and flush your cheeks. Cora had been kind, Law had been ruthless. What could Doflamingo do to you that would be any different? It didn’t matter. This was the price to pay for safety and protection.

All of yourself. To all of them. 

So you shifted your body until your knees were against the marbled floor, hissing at the cold but mostly at the soreness of your body. Locking eyes with the most menacing man in this city, you started to crawl towards him.

His grin grew as he leaned back in his chair, hands propped on his thighs, the fabric of the perfectly tailored suit straining at the crotch where he held an erection. 

“Come to me, cariño.” 

And you did. 

You reached his feet and knelt down without him telling you to. You were showing him obedience, reverence, and respect. You needed him, and he still hadn’t granted you safety. Not yet. 

“Perfect, indeed,” he cooed softly. His tone was deceiving because there was nothing soft about Donquixote Doflamingo. He was ruthlessness, disguised as beauty. “You’re running from someone, then?”

Shit. You’d let that slip while still riding the bliss of your orgasms. Something or someone, Cora had asked earlier, and you had avoided an answer. Not anymore. 

“Yes,” You looked at him through your lashes, and he purred.

“Are you scared?”

“Of you?” you countered, tilting your head. 

“Oh, no, querida. I know you're scared of me. But are you scared of the people, or the person you are running from?”

A shiver made you tremble as your breath hitched with his affirmation. Yes, you were utterly terrified. No words were necessary for him to understand that. 

“Show me that I can trust you, and I’ll ruin anyone who tries to touch you.” 

These were promises of safety and protection. No. They were much more. These were words of devotion and worship. But was Donquixote Doflamingo capable of such a thing?

For you?

He got up, unbuckled his pants, and freed his massive cock. He was even larger than Cora, not by much, though, but thicker. When he sat down, he extended one hand for you to take. 

“Come here,” he coaxed. 

You rose on wobbly legs, taking his large hand and facing him. For a few seconds, you were lost in how your hand was engulfed by his much larger one. And how that small detail made you feel protected. 

Then he leaned forward, his face inches from yours, the maniacal grin returning. He reached out, his fingers wrapping around your throat, so tight they resembled a collar. “You gave them your body. Now, I’m going to take your soul.”

You barely had time to whimper. He pulled you closer as his lips crashed against yours. His kiss wasn’t as gentle as Cora’s; it was demanding, possessive, borderline obsessive. He licked the seam of your lips and forced his way in, sucking on your tongue, and nipping your lower lip hard enough to break skin. You gasped into him, and he drank the sound, claiming everything he took from you. 

Doflamingo’s hands kneaded your breasts, cupping and squeezing, leaving harsh marks with the force of his touch. He pinched your nipples, and your knees buckled, so he used his other hand to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Mine,” he growled, teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your neck. You could only moan and whimper, already dripping wet again from all his attention. 

Doflamingo pulled you over his lap, making you straddle him, giving you a twisted sense of control. You had none. You were utterly lost to him and his ministrations. 

The tip of his cock touched your slickened entrance, and you bucked your hips, looking for some friction, for something. His hands gripped your hips tightly, forcing you to stay still.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you? Fucked to bliss and back by Cora and Law, and you still want more?” Doffy’s chuckle vibrated against the hollow of your neck, where he sucked and bit. “Are you a gift to us? After all, gods are meant to be worshiped.”

Doflamingo rocked you back and forth against his cock, coating it in your slick, and every time the pressure reached your clit, you clenched, gritting your teeth. You didn’t need much more than that, just a few more strokes. 

“But are you a poisoned gift? Or a blessing?” He pushed you harder against his length, and a lewd moan escaped your lips as you arched your back, fingers clawing at Doffy’s chest, seeking release. 

“Doflamingo,” you whimpered, searching for more friction, but he was the one in control. Not you. Never you. 

“What a needy thing you are. You want to be filled by my cock, don’t you?” He rocked you again, and this time used his thumb to press against your clit, the tip of his cock probing your entrance, giving you a small preview of what was to come, winding you so tight you thought you might snap. 

You needed release. This was all too much. 

“Please…” You barely registered the words that spilled from your mouth, but he heard them.

“Already begging?” You started to pant as he rubbed harder, his cock plunging inside you so, so slowly, his thumb relentless against your swollen nub. 

A broken cry demanded to be set free. You were almost there…

“Not yet,” he rasped, stopping his motions and withdrawing from you. Emptiness and longing flooded you as a frustrated breath rolled between your clenched teeth. 

Doflamingo gathered slick from your folds, touching around your clit, dipping one finger inside you, but it wasn’t enough for release. It only served to frustrate you further. 

“Open,” he ordered, slicked fingers coating your lips, waiting for the warmth of your mouth. You did as he commanded, and he shoved his fingers so deep you gagged, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as your pussy clenched around nothing. “Lick ‘em clean, pretty thing.”

But he didn’t let you lick his fingers properly. He just fucked your mouth with them, seemingly enjoying the way you gagged around the length of his digits as you tried your best to satisfy his whims. 

He withdrew his fingers and cupped your jaw with his wet hand. “Are you a spy?” This time, he wasn’t toying with you. The crimson in his eyes burned, and the grip with which he held you hurt. 

“I’m not,” you choked out. “I’m just running away.”

He released your hip and wrapped his free hand around your throat, and, once again, burned you with his gaze. His fingers squeezed so hard that you were gasping for breath. Soon, your nails clawed at his exposed forearms, your legs twitching as you tried to get away from him. 

So this was his denial of protection? They had toyed with you, taken from you, and now you were about to die at his hands?

“You have secrets, don’t you, querida?” Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t speak. “You know something others are willing to hunt for. That’s why you need our protection. Am I right?”

Air. You needed air. 

Your eyes rolled back in their sockets as your hands lost all strength, sagging at your sides, the only memory of your fight being a few scratches against Doffy’s tanned skin. 

And then he let go.

His hands released you for a desperate moment, during which you gasped for breath, inhaling oxygen like a dying woman. And then they claimed again, cupping your cheek, stilling you as he took your breath away once more, this time in a more merciful manner: a kiss.

You were still fighting to recover from the light-headedness his choking had caused you when he slammed his hips against you. Sheathing his cock as far as it would go, he split you open, hitting your cervix and coaxing a painful cry from your lips as you wrenched yourself free from his kiss. 

“Yes, that’s it, take all of my cock, princesa. You’re being so good to me.” Fingers entwined in your hair, gripping, tightening, pulling so hard that tears fell without shame, streaking your already ruined face and pooling at your chin. 

Doflamingo extended his long tongue, swiping away the tears and humming softly at the saltiness, his other hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. Then he slammed into you again with punishing thrusts. Out. In. Out. In. Barely giving you any time to breathe, process, or feel. 

And then you were falling without looking back. Blind pleasure surged through you, making you arch your back and open your legs further to him as he slammed harder. You moaned his name along with pleas and prayers, and you would’ve melted against his body, a boneless mass, had he not held you tightly. 

“Sí, cariño, sing to me. Call me your God and shower me with praises. Worship me and witness just how good I can be to you.”

He was not as kind as Cora, but he was not as ruthless as Law. He was an odd mix of both. Praising you while punishing you harshly, claiming you with brutal thrusts, and holding you close to his chest. 

He was divine. Addictive. Dangerous. 

You needed him. 

“Break apart for me, mi pequeña. I will learn your secrets. You will be truly mine.”

And perhaps you could tell him all your secrets. Perhaps you could be truly his - theirs. They would protect you. It was all right. You asked them to, you traded yourself for that purpose. 

All of yourself. To all of them. 

Doflamingo pulled out of you, leaving you empty. He got up and placed you in the chair again. With a grunt, he opened his shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and then he manhandled you into the position he wanted: back to him, chest facing the chair, legs propped up over the arms, leaving you open and exposed to him. 

“Hands behind your back,” he demanded. You looked over your shoulder at him as you obeyed his command. Sweat dampened his forehead, and beads of it trailed down his open shirt. He hadn’t removed many clothes as he took you. 

Once your hands touched your lower back, he gripped your wrists with his hand, restraining you. Leaning down, he whispered, voice thick with want and breathlessness: “Say you’re mine.”

It was a command. Even if it weren’t, you’re not sure you could’ve contested what you knew to be the truth. 

“I'm yours.” Your allegation was welcomed with a long swipe of his tongue on your sweaty neck.

“Sí, cariño, you are. You’re all ours now.”

With a hard shove, he positioned you again, pushing your face against the chair as he forced you to arch your back. Then he slammed into you once more without any warning. 

The new position was unforgiving, you had no control over anything. His cock slammed relentlessly, somehow hitting deeper than you ever thought. It was pain and pleasure; exhaustion and bliss, and you couldn’t contain any of your loud moans and whimpers. 

He was taking your soul, as promised.

“You belong to the Donquixote family. But you’re mine, first and foremost.” 

His.

This possessive claim was all it took for another orgasm to wash over you. This one was smaller, more contained, but so powerful that you nearly blacked out. Your ears were ringing so loudly your head felt light; drool dripped from your open mouth as you kept panting and moaning, your sounds now muffled against the upholstery of the chair. You couldn’t feel your hands, so tight was Doflamingo’s grip on them. 

But you were his now.

Doflamingo growled, the veins in his neck protruding as a maniacal grin took over his features again. He pistoned his cock deeper and harder into you, taking what little else you had to give. You were trembling, panting, a broken mess. 

“You’re mine!” he repeated with a growl and a few sloppy thrusts. “And I always protect what’s mine!” With a grunt, he stilled inside you, ropes of thick, hot cum spurting from his tip, hitting your walls and spilling off you. You wobbled, unsteady, and he gripped your waist, pulling you against his body and releasing your hands from his hold.

Protection. He had granted it. 

But at what cost? Because as you lay there, panting against his sweaty chest, you realised something: you had run away from monsters and headed straight into the arms of devils. 

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[sacred3ugene]

I need a story with Nate Jacobs, where after Nate and Maddy break up, a boy appears, and from the moment Nate sees him, he falls in love and wants to protect him with all his heart. Maddy and Cassie feel jealous because only this boy was able to make Nate treat him so well, like a true prince. And if possible, Nate didn’t struggle much to come out of the closet because it was for this boy.

THERE'S THIS BOY . NATE JACOBS X MALE! READER

SUMMARY ; nate's going through a breakup, he drowns his sorrows on alcohol while at a party where he happens to meet a boy who will change his whole life - for good.

TW ; homophobia by third party.

The air was thick, the smell of booze and sweat loud among the room. People were naked, some eye catching bodies meanwhile others weren't worth of looking, that's what Nate thought.

He avoided to look too much, his eyes contradicting his mind as he catches himself looking at the dicks surrounding him in the tight place. He was drowning his sorrows in alcohol, sniffing drugs and smoking weed.

People was crashing into each other, the room full of people. There wasn't place to walk and you had to scream so your friends could hear - incoherently - what you were saying. The music was loud, the room smelled like poppers and drugs, people was naked, you couldn't speak without yelling and you couldn't move without being skin to skin with sweaty bodies, yet among so many stimulants, his eyes caught yours, lost in your mind as you didn't know where to go next.

He won't lie, you were pretty, but it ain't gay to think about other men like that, right?. I mean, it's not like he's looking at you with other eyes, contemplating every part of your face as if to remember once you're gone, or wondering why your lips looked so smooth under the dim light of the room, or how your hair started to stick against your forehead, I mean, obvious details everybody would notice.. right?

His hands gripped the bottle tightly, drinking a huge sip before walking towards you, cleaning the dripping drops off his chin with the back of his hand, like an animal ready to hunt his prey.

"Who invited you?" his rough tone loud so you can hear, attracting minor attention towards both of you. He didn't like seeing new faces wondering around his place.

You looked up, his tall entity intimidating anyone but you, his eyes were soft when spotting you, sparkling under the dark light while trying to keep up his intimidating mask.

"Friends." you answered simply, watching his face slowly wrinkling into frustration, body language was loud and he won't tolerate the new kid trying to act tough, people started to gather around, small group, but enough to pressure a fight into Nate's shoulders. "Why?"

He ignores the people around him, an action even him is shocked to do, he was all about throwing fists to anyone who would get in the way, but is the new kid who avoids them all of the sudden. "Have fun.." he left, trying not to catch any words as he passes through the multitude, going upstairs to his room.

"Fuck!" he slams the door shut, holding himself in place to not destroy his whole room as he watches his facade fall apart before his eyes, the man he used to be kneeling to the feet of the unknown new kid in town.

The click of the lock tries to keep his violent manners inside his room, throwing a lamp as he walks to his bed, laying in there, hands in his face wanting to erase him from earth. "What the fuck..." the whisper falls from his lips, the doubtful feeling tingling inside his body while the world falls shut. "What the fuck is wrong with me." some tears start to draw a path down his face, wetting a spot in the pillow.

Nate tries not to cry, something he can't get to control, the internalized homophobia everybody around him taught him too much to bare. He's feeling something he shouldn't, he knows. Why would he feel this was towards someone unknown and that is a man?

He feels drowning in his own breath, his head spinning around too much it makes him dizzy, his veins popping out his arms as he grips his hair tightly, wanting to erase the face of that boy out of his mind, wanting not to have these self-destructive thoughts.

"So new kid, what is the life of a fag like you in the city?" he chuckles quietly, enjoying how much he is annoying you, knowing you can't really beat him because that would cost your scholarship.

"Fuck you!" you say, rolling your eyes as you try to grab some books inside your locker.

"Watch out what you sa-"

"Hey, don't mess with him." a rough yet quiet voice gets between you and the guy trying to pick on you. Nate doesn't look like playing games, so the guy is quick to walk away while giving you a last glance. "You okay?" he whispers, loud to hear, two girls look at you from a couple lockers away, the unexplainable jealousy in their eyes pierce through you.

"Yeah" you give the simplest answer. From the biased mouths, you heard he wasn't someone to trust, so you try not to put so much attention to him, although his actions contradict the popular opinion, maybe his violent and horrible persona will soon appear.

He opens the locker next to you, grabbing some books and placing them in his bag. Great, just what you needed. "So, you're new."

"Is that a question or...?" you could swear you hear everybody holding their breath, as if you've just challenged the king to a death ending battle. He laughs, a cute, sweet chuckle as he lowers his head, his teeth shining through his smile. Pretty, you think to yourself.

"What i meant is, where you come from, you're not from here, right?" everybody exhales, his body language doesn't show any signs of frustration or annoyance, and you're starting to think people were on drugs when they told you he was not a good person.

The bell rings, an annoying sound that causes you satisfaction as the school day ends, saving you from a very awkward interaction that you had ever since you came here.

"My number's 01---" he says quickly, your body spinning around to face him, a proud smile planted on his face as he watches you leave. "Fuck..." he mutters to himself, a new feeling burning inside him tells him he might be in love.

"Hey." you greet, your eyes looking up at him, a shy smile forming as he wiggles his finger that hold the strap of his backpack in his shoulder. "Sooo..." your eyebrows move in direction to the two gorgeous girls whispering to each other while they look at you, quickly removing their eyes off you when Nate looks back at them.

He chuckles slightly, letting his head fall, looking to the ground before looking at you, his smile somewhat fading as he talks. "She's my ex girlfriend and her friend, Maddy and Cassie." he explains exhausted, as if the memories still hold a heavy position on him. "She's a crazy bitch if I'm being honest." his characteristic smile is contagious, stealing a small chuckle from you as he opens the locker, shoving some books and belongings inside.

You've been chitchatting for a while now, you got to know him better, although you're still cautious, the people's advice ringing in your head everytime you look at him. You try to ignore those people, he's different, you know it, you can see it in his eyes, maybe as if you're the reason he's like this.

"I was thinking mayb-"

"Shit." you rolled your eyes, watching the guy who likes to pick on you getting closer, his cocky smile glued to his face.

"What?." he turns around, his eyes lock on the same guy as he passes by, embarrassedly walking away once he spot Nate next to you. "Ain't he the asshole that was annoying you?" his tone's rough, protective rather, looking at you with his brows frown, obviously upset.

"Don't worry about it-"

"I do worry about it!" he cuts you off, eyes penetrating through you, his frustration and anger showing, your alerts starting to go off as you remember people's words on his behavior. "They shouldn't be picking on you just because you're a new face in this shitty neighborhood." yet, you can't but look at him with adoration as he tries to protect you, to shield you from the ones who are problematic.

"You worry about me?" and with the loud bell ring, the conversation ends, and you know nate is thankful of that, almost as if he was praying to not have this conversation. But you won't let it go so easily. "No, answer to me first!" you raise your tone, people looking at you, eyes advising you not to.

"I guess." he roughly shakes his arm, taking your hand off him as he walks away, knowing you had broke through the walls he had worked to build for no one to see who he truly was, he's now watching them crumble thanks to the new boy in town. "I'll see you at my house, I'll dm you the address." he tries to sound angry, trying to get angry at you with a failing outcome. You just smile, mesmerized as he disappears into the crowd of people trying to get to their classes.

"You're lucky, he's most of the time selfish." the black-haired girl whose moments ago was gossiping about you with her friend irrupts your thoughts, your eyes filled with confusion, to which she laughs. "You'll see his true colors once it's too late."

She leaves, giving you a last glance before walking with her blonde friend, who also gives you a last glance, although she gives you a more threatening one, you're stealing something from her.

The night is cold, the birds singing start to shut as they fly to sleep, the moon is the only source of light in the dark of his room, his laugh being the only noise filling your mind. His feet at the end of the bed caresses yours as his eyes speak more than his words could. "You're pretty..." he speaks between giggles, eyes shining and reflecting the full moon.

His smile, his paper white teeth, his slightly closed eyes as he laughs, his wrinkling nose, his hollow cheeks, everything about him is perfect to say the least, everything everyone said about him falls into lies as you start to think how can someone hate somebody like him.

You can't deny it, you feel like floating everytime his eyes are put on you, it doesn't matter what he'll always look for you gaze, your heat rises along with your heartbeat everytime your feel his strong arms wrapped around you. And he can't deny it either, he can't deny the nameless feelings he has for you, the way he has more patience since he met you, that he's growing a big soft spot on you.

"Pretty?" you question, staring at him in look for answers, a cocky smile on your face as he shuts, eyes a little wide. "You said I was pretty-"

"Pretty funny!" he cuts you off, exclaiming as he regains his posture, sitting with his back straight against the wall, avoiding to look at you at all cost. "You're pretty funny- I mean you're funny, you make me laugh and you're pretty as well but that it's not what I meant- I mean I do mean your pretty because you are but you made me laugh and that's what I wanted to say, you're pretty.. and funny." his breath is heavy, chest rising up and down after speaking more words than he should have.

The room stays quiet for a while, both of you looking in separate ways, trying to figure out what to say or whose going to talk first. Silence, silence and silence.

"I need to go to the bathroom, sorry." he abruptly gets up, leaving you alone in his room watching him part, and it's in that brief moment you find yourself holding your hand in the air, trying to make him stay and failing.

You swallow, your mind not knowing what to think, your lips dry as they try to look for words to say to make him come back. I should give him time, you think.

"Actually no!," Nate comes back, entering the room with outstanding energy in his body, as if adrenaline was running his his visible veins in the dark. His breath still heavy as he tries to force himself to say something you still don't know. "I-" he stops, rethinking his words before he makes a mistake. "I like you..."

The once awkward silence becomes anxious, his words lingering in the air as you try to process what just happened, the words that come out of his mouth so quick that it stuck you.

"Say something, please." words fall from Nate's lips in desperation, his eyes soft, almost pleading you for mercy, pleading you to say it back.

"I like you too, Nate." the wait ends, his eyes widening in excitement as his lips curl into a smile that you never seen on his face, throwing himself in bed, crawling to you and softly grabbing your face between his big hands.

Your eyes met for a brief moment, the world felt heavy, it stopped spinning, the air was lacking as your faces got closer, eyes blind as your lips sew together, the night young and the moon the only witness of the passion igniting in the room.

The soft caresses of his fingertips are enough to make you sleepy, laying your head on his lap, fingers tangled around your hairs and the soft cracking noises of the leafs make you feel in heaven.

You know he's looking at you, admiring you better said, eyes unable to unglue from your beauty. If you would said to Nate the same day he met you he'll be falling in love with they new boy in town, he would probably beat the shit out of you, send you to the hospital and leave you paralyze for the rest of your life instead of ignoring it, but here you have him, looking all dumb for the boy he thought was just another person in his life he felt curious about.

"Woah, Nate, I didn't knew you liked cocks." a voice makes you open your eyes, trying with your whole strength not to beat him after he broke the most beautiful moment of your life. "Mostly from guys who are new around here." he gives you the most disgusted look ever, why the fuck is this guy so obsessed with you, that looks more gay than nate jacobs hugging a guy.

"What, you're jealous?" Nate is unfazed by the boy's words, still caressing your hair as he tries to ignore him, a drastic change in his behavior that has everybody around surprised.

"What? No!" the guy is quick to answer, dismissing the question with a disgusted tone. "That's gross!"

"Then why are you so obsessed about who I fuck or not?... Mhm? That sounds fucking gay to me!" everybody stays silence, and when I mean everybody, I mean everybody, you can hear the birds chirping so clear it hurts your ears. The boy tries to formulate words, falling into deep silence when he doesn't found anything to refute Nate's claim.

His big arms wrap around your torso, as if he was afraid of someone else taking you away from him, still unfazed by the boy's presence. You hear his steps as he leaves, knowing it'll take him a time to recover from the wild comeback. Oh, how you love a man who knowa how to fight - fist included -.

"I love you." you hear him mutter before closing your eyes, feeling his lips press against your forehead and a few ' awws ' in the back from some girls. "I love you too." you respond, knowing he'll always have your back, in every sense - pun intended -

A/N ; i totally forgot about this acc omg, anyway here's this soft little fanfic - if u can call it so - about our favorite toxic man, nate fuckin jacobs. tell me how i did and please give me some honest feedback so i can do better for next time. thank u for your time and hope you enjoyed my writing.

dividers credits ; cafekitsune

Remember you are loved and appreciated, stay hydrated !!

[danmeidiaries]

Why I love Shassie

'Psych' is one of my comfort shows. I absolutely adore it and it is one of the fews show I have seen that I consider to be PERFECT. That being said, I still wish I could see a cut of the show where Shassie were the endgame pairing. I know why it never happened, I do like Shules well enough, but Shassie just has so much comedic and compelling potential in this show. They're a fascinating AU and What If scenario that I do sometimes wish I could have seen play out.

There wouldn't have been so much drama about the 'reveal' that Shawn isn't psychic. Jules was the only character in the show who 100% believed that Shawn was psychic. Everyone else ranged from actively helping the lie (Gus & Henry), sceptical but accepting of Shawn's methods (Vick) to flat out refusal to believe (Lassiter). If Shassie had gotten together, then I think that it would have been a fun quirk of their relationship. They both KNOW that Shawn isn't psychic, but Shawn won't tell him the truth (because it's less fun) and Lassiter wants to work it out by himself anyway. So it could have just been a "I won't tell you the truth but if you ever figure it out, I'll tell you if you're right" through-line. Plus then we wouldn't have had the awkwardness of Shawn having to maintain such a big lie in his relationship with Jules (even Abigail - his other main love interest - didn't seem to buy that he was really psychic) and the drama after Jules worked it out. (That stretch of episodes after Jules found out were some of my least favorites due to this plot point hanging over everything.)

The "Oh God, no. Why him????" realisation comedy - especially from Lassiter - when they realise they like each other. Lassiter is canonically pansexual but he's definitely 100% Spencerphobic. Lassiter would have zero qualms about liking dudes but liking Shawn is probably where he draws the line. Shawn would also probably have a similar reaction and the comedy would be GOLD.

Gus' reaction. If Shassie's reaction to liking each other would have been comedy gold, Gus' reaction to if the two started dating would have been comedy platinum. Henry also would have probably had a really funny reaction as well. To be honest, everyone would have, but Gus' reaction would have been spectacular.

It wouldn't have even really changed their dynamic. I can 100% see Shawn and Lassiter being EXACTLY the same with each other while working - because they're both competitive about case solving and bickering is their form of flirting honestly - but burning off all that at work and having an actual functioning relationship when they aren't working. It would probably confuse the hell out of everyone else but it would be a hilarious contrast to their working/home life.

The episodes where Lassiter and Shawn work together are some of the best in the show anyway and would have been great stepping stones to a Frenemies to Lovers kind of story. Seasons 3 & 4 are peak Shassie with 'Lassie Did a Bad, Bad Thing', 'The Head, The Tail, and the Whole Damn Episode', 'Gus Walks into a Bank', 'Shawn Gets the Yips' and 'Shawn Takes a Shot in the Dark' being some of my favorites in the entire show. 'Last Night Gus' in S6 is also particularly standout for Shassie content.

Did I mention that the theme song 'I Know, You Know' is basically Shawn singing to Lassiter?

I know, you know, that I'm not telling the truth, I know, you know, they just don't have any proof, Embrace the deception, learn how to bend, Your worst inhibitions tend to psych you out in the end!

Lassiter is the one who learns how to bend and embrace the deception over the course of the show (he breaks that disk in the season finale because he's fully accepted it and doesn't need to know the answer.) And he is the only character NOT in on the lie who 100% doesn't believe Shawn and doesn't just embrace and accept what he's doing.

So, in conclusion, Psych is perfect, but Shassie is that one extra nugget of gold I wish could have been unearthed within it. If you haven't seen Psych, please do. It's such a fun show and one I revisit every once in a while. The entire cast is clearly having an absolute blast making it and the mysteries are always really fun to watch play out.

[haithhegimp]

in my heart of hearts, they are all Real robins (honourable mentions!)

WHOOF alright ranting and robin list under the cut!

these are a whooole buncha robins pulled from DC database robin disambiguation (which i cant link properly for somefuck reason, just look DC database robin disambiguation to get the page im talking about), that i sorted through with some criteria

have to be called robin- robin adjascent characters who are not called robin are not counted (but im making an honourable mentions thing of them)

they have to be a hero/vigilante/crime-fighter/something like that (did i ignore this rule to add cassandra? yes i did but screw you, its cass)

if i have one robin with a certain name, then i won't include AU versions of that robin (eg i didnt include any of the AU dick graysons)

the rule above does not apply if they are just named robin

they have to be in a comic- doesn't matter if theyre from a comic, as long as they're in one (did i make this rule because of matt mcginnis? yes, yes i did.)

i only double checked some of them so there are almost definitely robins that should be in the honourable mentions thing i will be making, but snuck in here. i dont care because i love them (side eyes bruce clone robin and grits teeth) like them all.

i did not order or organize them (other than dick, jason, and lance being the first three) because that would actually fucking kill me, so you can make a game of finding which robins are which! here is a list of them all, also not in order or by who is who because again that would kill me. please find them on dc database if youre interested. a lot of them are very fun characters.

dick grayson

lance bruner

jason todd

tim drake

carie kelley

stephanie brown

damian wayne

duke thomas

bruce wayne

helena wayne

christopher ward

francisco ramirez

robinbot

robintron

lance hart

anita jean

john grayson

talia kane

robzarro

barbara gordon (earth 37)

bruce wayne junior (earth 38)

clark wayne (earth 38)

cassandra (earth 118)

billy batson (the batman who laughs)

robin king (dark multiverse / king of pain)

matt(hew) mcginnis

drake winston

ricky (robin 3000)

tris plover (legends of the dead earth)

dexter dent

gan (elseworlds / beyond the white knight)

thomas wayne (elseworlds / robin 3000)

robert chang (digital justice)

marya (elseworlds / batman: i, joker)

daxton chill (we are robin)

isabella ortiz (we are robin)

dre cipriani (we are robin)

riko sheridan (we are robin)

fam im not going to lie all the we are robin kids were supposed to be in honourable mentions but i miscalculated how many robins were there when making my base and needed some more folks. i was making duke an exception anyways (because DUKE) so i just stretched that a little to be all the we are robin kids

robin (just imagine)

robin (earth 43)

robin ii (dark multiverse / crisis on infinite earths)

robin (possible futures / futures end)

robin (possible futures / batman: year 100)

robin (possible futures / dc one million)

robin (dc love is a battlefield)

that is!!! all of them in the drawing, i believe! (let me know if i missed any lol) i physically cannot tag them all because there are more than 30 of them and 30 tags is the limit, so ill be tagging the mainstream ones and just "robin"!

if youre curious why this all happened, its all because of lance. i gave that motherfucker PITY FANART but then the neurodivergence kicked in and i got attatched, and then i was scrolling through the robin disambiguation page and i just felt so so sad because do any of these robins have fanart!? does anyone ever draw them!?!? how can i give lance pity fanart when hes not even a real robin (i love you lance) and then Not draw all these robins!?!?!? so yeah i drew them. i still feel bad because i couldnt draw ALL of them but like i had to give myself a limit because im genuinely sorry but im NOT drawing dick grayson (earth-one), dick grayson (earth-two), dick grayson (new-earth), and dick grayson (prime-earth) because those are all of his versions from MAINSTREAM. not even alternate universes he has that many versions in MAINSTREAM. i would actually go into a fucking coma if i chose to draw ALL the robins.

[emidescent]

A Terrans Purpose.

A HDG Microfic, Featuring dollification.

It wasn't easy, switching from living under the accord to the compact.

At least beforehand I got to show up to work, get given my list of tasks to complete and complete them well.

If I was lucky my boss would even email me a picture of a pizza slice to let me know i'd done well.

But since the compact took over I no longer had that.

I tried to fill in my days attending the events and classes the Affini were propping up everywhere.

But dragging myself out of bed each day to find new things to do was so tiring.

The events were fun, don't get me wrong. But having to find and choose one is so draining.

I even tried to join a forum to get ideas for things to do.

But all the passive language just failed to compel me.

"For anyone who wants to join, we're learning to draw on Saturdays in Whisperleaf Park"

Well now I just don't want to make the effort to join y'know?

I brought it up to my therapist, she seemed a little concerned, but she had some ideas at least.

The first one was a bust, apparently factories are replaced largely by compilers.

The second was interesting for a while.

They installed a program called helper on my computer.

And when I opened it I received messages from sophonts requesting I assist in doing simple things for them.

Edit a document. Proofread a story. Offer my thoughts on a painting.

Unfortunately I realised they were coming from the same Affini who was tasked with giving me stuff to do.

I kinda lost the drive after that, I needed purpose.

The third idea she came up with...

Well it was certainly interesting.

I was to help Miss Hevershade, 7th bloom and her florets with odd jobs around the ship.

Apparently she lends her florets out to assist with events and to fill vacancies in floret positions in cafes and such.

(I thought they just closed down for the day if the florets were indisposed but apparently some Affini and Florets really need the routine, so they hire backup if they can)

And I won't lie. It was fun.

On my first two days Miss Hevershade picked me up with her florets on the way to staff a few cafes. And it was nice.

I got shown how to make coffee, and I picked it up pretty quickly.

Her florets surprised me, I was used to seeing them stumbling around, high off their asses, giggling at everything.

But these ones were elegant, refined. Perfect to a fault.

It surprised me when one grabbed my hand to guide me more effectively. Her hands were like mahogany wood carved into a purpose. Like mine, but smooth and hard. I don't know how, but her joints were like a dolls. It was....fascinating.

And made me extremely conscious of my own squishy hands in hers.

The other florets were the same, but with skin like ivory, ochre, or patterned like old world porcelain.

I asked Miss Hevershade later that night.

She called them her dolls, her little terrans who needed purpose. Who wanted to help. Who needed to help.

I didn't even last a minute in the silence that followed before asking my next question.

"Can I be a doll too?"

She smiled brightly and warmly.

She asked me lots of questions, pertaining to the transformation.

I wanted skin like the first dolls. Skin like mine.

I wanted the ball joints.

I wanted it all.

And now, with my brothers and sisters.

This one has it.

This one clicks slightly when she moves.

And this one loves it.

This one ticks when she's still.

And this one loves it.

This one gets to help people all day.

And this one loves it.

This one got a Mistress who loves her for who this one is.

And this one loves her.

Today we're assisting in a nightclub that's hosting a dance party.

Let this one pour you a drink?

[psychicreadsgirl]

Pick a Painting : All about your next s/o

Pick 1 painting that draws you the most and I will tell you whatever I can pick up on your next s/o. If you are drawn to 2, then take a look at both readings. Remember that this is a general reading so not everything will apply. Take what resonates and leave what doesn't behind.

#1

Very easily depressed. Mental health is always a concern - doesn't mean they're bad people. Just that their mental health is particularly weak. Easily defeated and blue. However, they do feel things very deeply. Very emotional people. Very, very sensitive and intuitive - you won't be able to lie to them. It's like they have this 6th sense or can read your mind. Don't even try to lie to them - you'll just be caught. Not even a white lie please with these people - a lie is considered a really big betrayal to them. Though their mental health is weaker than average, they will be able to take bad news too. They aren't THAT weak.

Probably has a very creative or almost genius-like side. Very lost in their own world/sometimes will just go off and do their own thing. When they are focused on sthing, they will give it their all. The type to like not sleep for 2 days just to finish something --could be a video game, artwork, song, dance, Excel spreadsheet, code, math problem, clothing, etc.

Though intuitive - they can be kind of anti-social and don't really like to be around big crowds or people in general. Quite closed in and guarded. Think bc they can see so much of the truth they get really boggled down with that "negativity" or that "ugly" side of ppl that they don't want to be in contact with many ppl.

They have a lot of wisdom and knowledge - might not be like the typical "nerd" feeling, but they just know a lot about things that interest them. Could be some particular history or about some theory or painting or sciences etc.

They are shy with physical affection or don't like it that much. The mental connection is more important to them than the physical one. They may be asexual or some may struggle with their sexuality or sex in general.

#2

Life of the party. Very popular s/o and well liked by others. They probably have had many dating experiences -- might not mean they are a player. They probably don't like really heavy relationships and people who are too clingy.

They are really fun and adventurous. They are very playful and charming. They can be kinda forgetful too. They're warm and will remind you of the sunshine.

They sometimes can be ignorant of the world/others' feelings so can come off as being shallow or dense. They're either very intelligent academically or they do very poorly in school - sort of 2 extremes here.

They're either quite athletic or quite artistic. Generally they do have a decent physique like somehow muscular even if they don't work out much.

They're pretty laidback and overall chill. They definitely have very interesting stories to tell/share. Overall pretty independent people and somehow can make bajillion friends.

Sometimes they might not be the most reliable out there. They can often forget promises and also aren't the most responsible ppl out there. Likely to be late to meetings and dates. They can sometimes even forget to bring their wallet or keys.

#3

They can be kind of arrogant and self-centered. They are very confident of themselves, sometimes overly confident. They gotta be the one that make decisions in the relationship. They have a strong, commanding presence. They have this leadership aura like people just naturally want to follow them.

Likely to be quite successful in their career or comes from wealth. Can be kinda spoiled in some ways and also out of check with reality. Bad at saving money, a big spender in many ways.

A lot of people admire your s/o. They'll likely be quite good looking or charming - something about them that'll make people want to take a 2nd look at them.

They probably will dress quite well or at least in a polished way. Kinda classy or perhaps very street style. Either way they will have decent fashion and care a lot about their appearances. They will want you to also look presentable too, so no sloppy lazy attire when you go out.

They likely are friends with people of influence - could be famous or powerful or rich or all of the above. You might feel a bit overwhelmed by their connections or their lifestyle if you don't also have a similar background as your s/o.

They'll have some sophisticated flair/air about them. They are strong communicators and are quite persuasive. They know what to say to make your heart flutter. They may be manipulative though - so be careful.

There's probably some secret they are hiding - not sure what exactly but I don't think they want you to find out.

#4

They are very introverted and quiet. Very observant and detail oriented. Some may suffer from OCD or OCD-like tendencies. They can be obsessive over details. They can either be very very clean or be super super messy.

They probably will wear glasses or have prescription lenses somewhere. They may possibly have some tattoos or piercings or at least some prominent scar or birth mark.

They are pretty serious and aren't ones to really joke around. They can be sarcastic though. They may seem kinda gloomy but it doesn't mean they are very pessimistic.

They're probably night owls and hate the mornings. They probably won't like sweet things or will love them a lot - no between.

They can be kinda self-conscious and have a bit of low self-esteem. Could be bc they were bullied in the past or they felt they were really ugly before?? Possibly they were overweight when they were young and then teased a lot or bullied a lot so now they still got that trauma. Could possibly have suffered from some eating disorder too or went through some extreme diets.

Their physical health may not be that good like possible chronic illnesses or have gone through a major surgery/illness. Possible cancer survivor too.

They have a kind heart and probably love animals. They likely have a pet or if they can't have one due to allergies, then they would still like them.

#5

Definitely suffered from some trauma in their childhood or before they date you. This trauma will probably be pretty bad and severe - TW: sexual assault/physical abuse/violence etc. The abuse could have been very bad.

They are either in the healing process when they meet you or they're still deeply suffering from this trauma and won't admit it. Their inner child definitely needs healing.

They likely came from a family that was broken in different ways. Possibly the parents weren't available/died young or the parent(s) were abusive - could be verbal or physical etc. Or perhaps the parents favored the other sibling a lot and ignored your s/o. Siblings were very toxic to your s/o. Whatever happened your s/o did not feel loved by their family and/or they were deeply hurt by their family. They will likely have cut off from their family or will leave them shorlty after dating you.

They have a lot of sad undertones and when you look at them very closely, you know they have a story to tell. They are probably very animated/sociable so you might not even notice at first that they've suffered so much but when you look closer, you will sense that they've gone through a lot. If that's not the case they could be just very cold and a bit of a loner - like they seem strong on the outside but inside they are suffering.

They may not be super good looking but they have this attractiveness to them that draws people to them. They have that sort of mystery to them. However, they probably don't have many friends and stick to themselves.

They are interesting as a person and are self reflective. They have depth to them and can understand people well.

#6

They probably come from a traditional family or a very large family. They might have been in a religious family too or a cult.

They are either very close to their family or have completely cut off from them. There's no in between.

They can feel very lost at times. They aren't very sure of themselves. They have an innocent vibe to them. They also trust people easily, almost too easily. You'd want to protect them or look after them.

They are idealistic and sweet. They are gentle and probably have a sweet/angelic voice. They are friendly and loving.

They can be unrealistic so they will need someone who can ground them. They probably start a lot of projects and never finish them.

They need a lot of reassurance as they can sometimes lack confidence or get nervous easily.

They will probably have a rounder face or rounder features like rounder eyes, lips etc. They may be on the shorter side for height like shorter than average or they may just have a petite build like smaller bone structure. This doesn't necessarily mean they are very skinny - it's just somehow they will feel "Small".

They have a lot of youthful energy. They can sometimes say really dumb things even though they are clever. They're not very street smart. They probably will get lost easily. They also probably love food. They also are probably kinda lazy.

#7

They're probably very athletic or very into health stuff. They can be a fitness nut and they probably enjoy a lot of sports. They might even be some competitive athlete, possibly even an Olympian.

They seem to be able to do a lot of things like not just excel in sports. They might even have a creative side like filming videos or writing stories etc.

They enjoy travelling and love exploring. They love nature and being away from the city.

They're very daring and adventurous. They are very energetic and have loads of energy - almost too much.

They get distracted easily. They possibly suffer from ADHD or just have trouble focusing for long periods of time. They might not be able to sit still so they likely hated going to school (besides doing something more active).

They have strong golden retriever energy. They mean well but sometimes they can be too blunt. They also can sometimes be quite fiery and will definitely stand up for you when needed. They have strong protective energy too.

They also are probably romantic and will surprise you with little things. They will also remember anniversaries etc.

#8

They are very calm and collected. They are determined and responsible. They can be kind of boring sometimes. They stick to a routine and don't like to deviate from it. They are quite stubborn.

They are loyal to you. They are committed in the relationship. They care a lot about you but often have trouble expressing it to you. Sometimes you might feel like they don't love you but it's their actions that prove that they do love you. They notice the little details about you, including all your habits. They love looking after you and could even want to groom you somehow like maybe cut your hair/brush your hair/help you shave etc.

They can nag a lot and are passive aggressive. They can seem like a parent sometimes but they do mean the best for you.

They can have a controlling side. They're really into being efficient so sometimes they might forget that people have feelings.

To a lot of people they are workaholics. They also are quite responsible. If you're disorganized they will help you be more organized.

They're not romantic at all. They are very pragmatic so if you're thinking you're getting a romantic Valentine's Day, no that won't be the case. However they'll probably order your favorite food and help you clean up your place so you aren't tired after school/work/etc. They'd give you an expensive high tech vacuum instead of some necklace bc you really need one to clean up your place.

They can sometimes be a bit petty and yes they do bear grudges for life...

[the-main-daine]

Life Series Character Renders:

Featuring Martyn, Mumbo and Pearl

(I actually have quite a lot to say about two of these this time.)

Martyn:

Human.... ish. Hear me out on this one:

So Martyn has this fascinating background lore to the Life Series called Watcher/Eyes and Ears Lore. I'm quietly obsessed with this.

I love watching his lore streams after every series, and have come up with a few theories on my own: His thumbnails are always fully illustrated, so his character has a canon 'look' for every season, which I think is just, deeply cool.

But in his lore, there's also this space between SMPs, where the Watchers kind of... hold people until they can be used again. And since Martyn is the protagonist of the very cool story he's writing, I got it in my head that in this space between, Martyn isn't QUITE human. Maybe he was at one point.

Maybe he never was, I don't know.

But alongside all the cracks and stuff that have started to show up on his body; there's seams along the joints, and light shining within, as he starts to become more befitting as a vessel.

A vessel for what? No idea. I probably won't be drawing all those seams in any fanart comics of the series themselves - I imagine they get covered up when he's sent out into the world to interact with others in various SMPs - but I thought the idea was too cool not to draw at least once.

As a past winner, he gets his crown, and the burning eye of Mars by his name.

Mumbo:

Vampire Mumbo!

I know he doesn't have the grey streak in his life series skin but I love it too much I'm keeping it forever.

It makes him look so much more threatening and serious than he is.

Poor Mumbo. I was really rooting for you buddy. Better luck next series!

At least he still does damage with those End Crystals.

Pearl:

A lunar moth

As a winner, she gets her crown, and she gets her moon.

I'm not going to lie I want that lunar moth hoodie more than anything.

I had a lot of fun with Pearl: Her skin design is so simple (Well, maybe not this season, but usually) that it leaves so much room to interpret it. She's always going around with dogs, making her wolfish would've been really easy, but I think Moth suits her more.

There's a lot of mythology with moths being a little off kilter, mad, or leading people to madness that I think fits with Pearl's tendency to be a little bit of a loose canon, wild and unpredictable. Like a moth's flight patterns.

Red Hood Pearl had to put in an appearance here, especially with how it's sort of creeping to overtake her in Wild Life this season, and she just gets so earnestly threatening when she's on a red life despite still being all smiles and all laughs.

Unlike Gem or Cleo, I think there's an edge to Pearlie Pop on red that just reminds me of a horror monster, in the best, best, best way.

I haven't figured out heights but she's also the tallest.

[gddancefloor]

A Kasane Teto and Hatsune Miku original song by SoYaSuYa (me)!

ᯓ★ DON'T YOU FEEL LIKE A FOOL

WHEN YOU SEEK MADE UP TRUTH?

THIS IS THE GAME OF LIFE,

THERE'S NO DOUBT ABOUT IT!

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HEY GAMERZZZ (yes, that was on purpose), decided to work on a little concept I discarded about a year ago and gave it a little fresh coat of paint! I also reworked the song it's related to! Still working on it, but this is what we've got! Everything is all mine, both legally and artistically. It all took about 10 days in total!

Lyrics and more info about the project below the cut! (Definitely check it out please!)

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LYRICS

[VERSE]

Gamble to see what it means to be a living human Roll the dice, shake it twice, so boldly betting your life Where's the fun when you can predict the game? It all ends the same, deny that and you'll go insane

Looking for a cheap way out? Why don't you cheat your way out? You've got only one life left n' you won't have to play the rest Where's the fun when it's just to endure the pain? Get it through your brain, why stay a pawn living in vain?

[PRE CHORUS]

Hey, tell me if anything truly matters! You choose to live only just to die, that's the game of life So, don't blame me if that false hope shatters, It's your life, your problem, not mine if you choose to live a lie

It's starting to make sense to you, now isn't that right? We're all meaningless creatures with a drive to survive and die So, buckle up and get ready to enjoy this ride Of the meaningless desire for the meaning of life!

[CHORUS]

Oh, doesn't it hurt to lose No matter what you try to do (oh, doesn't it hurt) Don't you feel like a fool When you seek made-up truth (oh, it's all made up)

There's no target to beat Other than to accept defeat (oh, nothing to beat) So, please explain to me What else is there to believe? (and that's all how...)

This is the game of life, there's no doubt about it! (no doubt about that!) Live to see nothing matters, reality's a real lie (such a lie!) Philosophy's a joke, does it look like we're laughing? Keep on searching, gaming, playing for meaning in this stupid life!

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So, this song is pretty old. I made the original concept in 2022 when it was called "BAD LUCK" and had an entirely different meaning behind it. But, I revived it in 2024 and because I was facing a very horrible time due to an existential crisis, I wanted to write a song about my feelings towards life in general. That isn't the song's only meaning, but a pretty good generalization as to why I wrote it in the first place.

These are the original designs from 2024. I never had a color palette in mind when I made them, I just knew I wanted them to be bright as fuck and match. Soooo basically the new designs required me to come up with one off of the top of my head, but to also somewhat rework them. I think even the new ones might undergo some changes in the final release. I dunno. I'm a picky guy.

I had to learn a lot about audio engineering (in NO way am I a professional, hell nah) and Vocaloid 5 (I've been using V4 since 2021 so this is a very big change for me) to make this song, and even then I do have things I still wanna tweak about it. But so far so good! I love the way it sounds and I hope you do too!

My goal was to make them appear a little disturbing considering the topics of this song. I wanted them to look "so depressed they're insane", to an extent. "What about the bright colors?" I'll let you theorize about that :)

Also, I've never drawn vinyl before so it might look a little odd as I get used to drawing it 💔

I will post their individual concept drawings when I can, as there's some shit I need to do with them and I just can't really do it right now.

I hope you absolutely LOVED this and if you did, please reblog this to support my art. I would also greatly appreciate fan art! Just remember to tag me.

I'll likely get the finished song on YouTube and niconico soon but not Spotify considering the horrible shit they're involved with, nor SoundCloud. They're both evil "generator" (iykyk) supporting, art stealing corporations. Soooo yeah. At least with YT you can opt out. Same here on Tumblr. I would do Bandcamp but I don't want ppl to feel obligated to buy my music since I don't really want money for something that comes from my soul.

Anyways, have a great day and God bless ya 💕

(also secret for people who bothered to read til the end: yes theres yuri)

[kanmom51]

Are you sure? Jeju - Episode 4

The Pool

Honey's I'm back. Been to the edge of Australia, literally, and back.

Finally watched the episode, and oh boy, there is so much to break down, isn't there.

I won't lie, I've seen so much talk about EVERYTHING here on Tumblr and on X, and I really am joining this party super late. But I will be posting here for the fun of it, cause it's never enough, right? And also maybe I can bring some of the moments together, for points to be made, Idk. I just hope I can manage to get some posts done before the next episode drops, cause there is really so much to unravel here.

Out of everything that went down I thought I'd start with JM and JK's pool party fest.

They return from dinner, where they let Tae know he's a guest on THEIR show once again (and I mention this just because those two just don't stop reminding us and him of said fact, lol) and decide to go into the pool to cool down.

JK looked like he needed a bit of cooling down when JM was undressing next to him.

It was just the two of them, Tae not joining.

JK is in first and JM following, entering and moving towards JK with a LOOK on his face. A LOOK that had JK finding the need to remind JM that the pool wall was glass and see through.

There is no way under the sun that JM's intentions were pure at this moment.

NO WAY!!!

JK knew it.

You gotta be daft not to see it, especially with that man's reaction to JK's comment.

And it's funny, cause it's not like JM didn't see that glass pool wall before. It was just JK's need to remind him off it that makes it so much clearer he was up to no good, lol.

Did you notice how the footage cuts at that moment? I guess we are already used to these cuts, right? There are PLENTY of them in this episode as well. Don't get me started on the before shower, during shower and after shower that night, lol.

Right after that cut we go into Jikook playful mode.

We don't know just how much time they spent in that pool, but we got close to 4 minutes of it. Clearly they were there for some time, we got to see some highlights. The PG version of them playing around in the pool.

It amazes me every time when I see just how in sync those two are with each other. And we got to see it here as well. I mean, we saw it right through the episode. Remember in part 2 of my Jikook in bed (AYS CT) when I mentioned JK was just being with JM when he was just resting his head on JM's thigh? Well, I believe that word is so appropriate for this episode as well.

BEING

Just the two of them.

Even with Tae there with them, it was just them being with each other. With the mundane and everyday stuff.

It's the checking in on each other (for example when JK was getting excited over the food in the Japanese restaurant and JM checks in on him, or when he hits his fist on the table in the chicken restaurant and again, JM checking in on him, or JK just rubbing JM's thigh in the restaurant in episode 3 knowing he's not feeling the best).

It's the making joint decisions - what to eat, when to eat, what to do, when to go to sleep.

It's the calmness. Just calmness in their interactions.

It's them knowing what the other is feeling or meaning, at times without even speaking.

It's them playing around with each other when others don't even understand what's going on (Tae on the boat not getting their playfulness or sense of humor).

It's their constant hyping each other up or complimenting each other.

It's them finding solace in each other.

It's them cuddling watching the sunset.

It's them finding figures in the clouds and drawing them.

It's them hugging while snorkeling.

It's them seeking each other out while snorkeling, wanting to share the experience with the other, share the fun.

It's them sharing their solo music and choreo with each other before it comes out. Spending their time talking about each other's singing and dancing.

It's them being super flirty and talking with underlying innuendos through out their conversations.

It's them just BEING with each other.

I will most likely be writing much more about this, probably small posts with these special moments, but I just had to mention this here as well. Because this here, their time in the pool, was one of those moments as well.

They just click.

And it's so damn loud just how special they are with each other, how different they are with each other.

Saying that is not about diminishing what they have with the other members, because we all know just how close they are with each other, all 7 of them. They are bandmates, they are good friends, they love each other. But let's be realistic here, with all of that, the level of their friendships, the depth of their relationships with each and every one of the other members varies. it's just how it is. Real life, you know. And saying that JM and JK's connection is different and showing how it's different does not diminish from their connections with the others, it just highlights THEM.

And as such, I don't cower away from making these comparisons, because they are part of what screams that the two are a couple. There are things you do with your significant other you don't with your good friend. There are ways you behave with said significant other that you won't with your good friend. There are things you will allow your significant other do to you, do with you, that you won't allow with a good friend. It's the way you communicate with your significant other, things you say, things you don't say, things you don't need to say, tones you use, all of which you don't do with a friend, no matter how good of a friend they are. That's life. No reason to shy away from that just because there are some people that will take it the wrong way.

JM and JK in the pool was just that.

When you know you know.

They were playing games with each other.

Btw, I'm gonna say it even though you have all probably noticed this already, but JK, he doesn't push JM in that game. Not one time. And it reminds me of previous times they've done this.

More games.

then for Tae's benefit.

They were being playful with each other.

They were having fun with each other, just BEING.

Doing THEIR thing.

Jjust clicking.

Being absolutely the cutest EVER possible.

And they can't be Jikook without their signature "You are me I am you", right?

This whole sequence reminded me of the last time we got to catch their late night playfulness. You know, the whole mosquito net debacle, lol.

Only this time there was no alcohol involved and they fully aware of the cameras filming them, lol.

And before all those that happen to be lurking here waiting for me to say something to latch onto start celebrating "she said it", I say calm your farm, because NO SHE DID NOT. Them knowing the cameras are there and having fun TOGETHER, at times posing for the cameras, hence doing it for us to see, takes absolutely NOTHING from it being an authentic and spontaneous interaction.

I can't believe that I actually have to explain this.

Did I mention how many times those two reminded Tae and us that he's a guest on THEIR show?

"The guest is coming"...

"He must be bored and wanting attention"...

"He must be lonely..."

And this is for our benefit? Or their own, perhaps, lol.

"He's the guest... guests can comb their hair...guests should be pretty..."

And then the editors chime in as well.

I guess it was super important to drive this point right home just in case there were those that still didn't get it.

This show, it's JM and JK's. Period.

Tae = guest.

And he is sure going to be reminded of that by both of them throughout the trip. He is, and so are we.

And what about JK leaving the pool only to jump in again ("it's cold") to climb out again with JM?

Again, one of those "we do things together" of theirs.

All in all, the episode was friggin amazing. If there was anyone who for some reason (delusions, for one) thought that Tae being there with them will take away from us seeing just how JIKOOK those two were, or that JK would show his undying love for his husband and father of his children (🤮🤮) that sure was a hell of a rude awakening for them.

The interactions were as clear as day. And very telling. As per usual and as I had said in the past, if anything then JM is the axis with JK and Tae circling him, biding for his attention, JK knowing everything there is to know about JM while Tae needing to say just how much he knows JM. And if we're on the subject of Tae wanting to tell us just how much he knows JM, what we also got to see is just how much Tae and JK don't know about each other (Tae not knowing JK doesn't drink sweet drinks before eating or JK not knowing that Tae has been struggling with sleep lately), again, as a stark difference to JM and JK's abundance of it (JM knowing JK hadn't slept on the flight back prior to their trip, JM singing 3D).

I have so much more to say, but I'm going to stop right here, leave some more to talk about later.

[ang3lofdivinity]

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐧❞

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Relationship(s): Yan!Andy (Andrew) Graves x Fem!reader

Format: Headcanons + stories.

Genre: IMPLIED Smut + fluff + some angst(?)

Warnings: Consent mf, intimidation, SA from one of the wardens to the reader, masturbation (reader and Andy), Leyley isn't super overprotective, Reader is very naïve and too kind (they consider all friends), kidnapping, stalking, Andy is kinda turned on by the readers constant praise and nicknames for him, smoking, swearing, smut has been removed because.. the more I realize it I want this account to be decently fluff.

Andy is a very reserved person.

He's an introvert as per what his sister calls him.

And she's right.

He doesn't like being around others, he's pretty logical, he's also very calm.

But, what he doesn't know is how charming he is to others.

Hell, bunches of girls try and get with him, while Leyley obnoxiously tries to get rid of them all.

So, he's never really had a long term relationship with anyone aside his sister.

And over the years, he's managed to craft, a meticulously created one, a façade.

A mask he's worked on for years.

One that he knows will never crack.

But perhaps he got too confident.

Because when you came along, he was restraining himself practically from getting excited after the first time he saw you.

He saw you, being the new kid in class back when he was still in school at a young age before being trapped in that hellscape he called his home.

You were an extrovert it seemed, turning out to be the opposite. But, you still cared a lot about everything and everyone, you introduced yourself sweetly with something along the lines of..

"Good morning, I'm (____) (_____). If you need anything, I'll always be right here."

You were so calm, so pretty.. how could someone be so pretty?

You joined a bunch of after school activities, student council and such.

Although, you seemed a bit worried over something always every time he saw you.

He felt something within his stomach churn whenever he saw you though, not managing to gather enough courage to talk to you.

So, you had to initiate the contact.

You saw him, being all lonely..

That made you feel incredibly horrible, you were in that position yourself once too.

So, you approached him.

And his heart fluttered.

"Good evening.. you're Andrew Graves, right?" You inquired as you sat beside him at his lunch table as your friends immediately started whispering to each other.

"Oh- I- I'm Andrew Graves, yes.." he cringed at his own stuttering, but you didn't seem to mind.

"Why don't you come and sit at my table with my friends?" You invited him with a warm smile.

He felt butterflies in his stomach, a feeling he never had in a while..

"Are- you sure? They won't make fun of me?.." he asked, obviously worried.

"Of course not! If they do, we can have lunch together alone if you want!"

"..alright."

That was the day he became so clingy to you.

Usually, he's very cynical. But, for some reason with you.. he could feel that your actions were very genuine.

And that's what got him attached.

Along with your humor.

"I swear to fucking goddess if Miss Alta keeps telling me to not draw, I will—"

"Good morning, Miss Alta!" You exclaimed happily the moment your communications teacher stepped foot into the room.

He almost wheezed, letting out a giggle at his failed attempt to restrain himself. His expression turned into one filled with guilt and embarrassment, but before Miss Alta or any of the students spoke, you blurted out.

"Ah, Miss Alta, there's something wrong with the air conditioning. It keeps moving a bit and making that scraping noise." You semi-lied as you turned to Andrew and gave a more sincere smile before paying attention once more.

..you would just, lie for him like that..

Your smile could make him go crazy, it couldn't be compared to anything!! The way you cried, your tears streaming down your cheeks as you ran to him when you got hurt on the playground earlier- blue diamonds couldn't even compare to the richness of them, and the way you were very touchy..

You always held onto his hand, holding onto his shirt as you walked behind him anxiously, anytime when you got older and watched any horror movie and clang onto him.

That's when it all went to shit.

You had to leave the state.

THE STATE.

After you had just got settled after the last time where you moved here as a child!

He almost broke down, wanting to pour out all of his feelings as if it would change anything.

But it was official, and Leyley had him all to herself. It was like that for years.

He was all alone.

He felt empty.

He felt empty without you.

Like a part of his soul was torn from him.

And that stuck with him forever.

Some sort of dark, black tar over his heart made it feel disgusting and filthy.

But for the lonely part..

It wasn't like that for long.

When they grew older, he started dating someone after so long.

His (ex) girlfriend, Julia.

But eventually, that all ended when he got put into that quarantined building with Leyley.

She broke it off with him on one of those nights.

He sobbed about it, and Leyley didn't help.

But, that's when he got a strange phone call when Leyley was asleep and he was still up.

He was hesitant, but his gut told him to pick it up.

And that he did.

And that was one of the best decisions of his life.

"..Hello?" He spoke, his voice raspy. He was unsure of what telemarketer would be calling at this hour, and it couldn't possibly be someone he knew.

"Andrew?.. is this really you?!.."

That voice.. that voice instead changed his mind of this being some sort of telemarketer.. how? Because that’s your voice. After so many years, you had called him!

"..(____)?!" He yelped out, almost loud enough to wake LeyLey.

"Oh dear— I'm so glad I can hear your sweet voice again!!" You exclaimed, sounding like you were on the brink of tears.

All of those previous feelings he had for you back when you were still around, they all came back in a flurry, overwhelming him.

"(____), I'm.. how did you get this number?.." he wanted to ask you so much more, but that's all that came out at the moment.

"I heard about the quarantine you got into with your sister.. I'm so sorry. One of the wardens was kind enough to give me your number! I didn't have much time previously due to my work.. but, now I have and I'm so thankful!"

"..Good god it's so nice hearing your voice again, (____)" he mumbled, smiling as tears prickled at his eyes. There were so many words that wanted to spill out of his mouth, but nothing came out due to his own self restraint.

"I'm going to get you out of there! I promise! You and your sister!" You yelped out, happiness laced into your voice. You were zeal about this, you were going to get him and his sister out of here. Or at least try.

"Wait- aren't you worried about the wardens??? They've been keeping us here!" He responded back, biting on his thumb.

"Eh?? Nah! I'm sure! The warden seemed to like me, I'm sure I can persuade him somehow." For some reason, this didn't sit right with him..

"..." He went radio silent, this feeling akin to foreboding surging through him with the sense of anger as well. But, he swallowed down his frustration and took some deep breaths.

"Andy- Andrew?.. you there?" You tried to fix your mistake. You heard his sister call him by that nickname once- so you know it's at least somewhat gotta be sentimental for him.

"..you can call me Andy" he slowly spoke up.

"Are you sure?.."

"I'm.. sure. Call me Andy." It almost sounded like a demand..

"..Alright, Andy."

He doesn't even let his own sister call him that anymore, but he lets you do it with free reign.. strange.

"Now, would you like to talk for a bit?.. or should I get straight to work with the pla-"

"Talk!.. please. I just.. I missed you. I missed listening to your voice, I missed just being with you.." he blurted out, cutting you off. He put a hand over his mouth in response, his eyes wide and filled with shame.

"..."

"..."

"...."

"I'm sorry- that probably sounded weird.." he spoke up after a long moment of silence.

"Nono! Don't apologize, I missed hearing your voice too, hun." You spoke sweetly to him, a smile he couldn't see plastered on your face.

"..Hun?" Saying the word made him feel this warm, bubbling sensation within his chest. It made him want to indulge in it more..

"I'm not gonna use Andy all the time, darling!" You giggled happily, and that just made something within his stomach churn and twist.. something that has been dormant for years finally stir.

It made his knees go weak, his mouth go slightly agape as he failed to make any words come out of his mouth for a while until you spoke.

"..Andy? Honey?"

"Oh- sorry just.. deep in thought.”

"Ah, I get that.. well anyways, what would you like to talk about?"

You two talked until the sun finally rose and you got sleepy.

"Night Andy, Hun!" He could hear you yawn.

"Night, (____).."

He then placed the phone back down, hanging up shortly after you did as he found himself already yearning and missing your voice.

But, he knows.. better.

He just can’t help it though.

..No matter, he’ll hopefully be able to see you soon as you said.

That would be wrong though.

Because guess what? That warden that was so kind to you was only there for your looks. He wanted you to have some.. “personal time” with you if you get my gist.

“No fucking way you creep!!” You yelped out, this man was about twice your age and asking you to have some personal time with you.

“C’mon, sweetheart!.. I promise I’ll make it worth your while” The warden spoke, a sickening smile on his face.

“No means no, pervert!! Now, let me see my friends, let me get them out of here!” The warden groaned at your response.

“Alright, look here sweet-cheeks. You aren’t gonna be able to save your friends and I shouldn’t even be helping you. So, you either let me have you and you can take your friends, or I kill you right here and now” the man gave you an ultimatum, causing your eyes to widen.

“I..” You almost bursted out into tears when the man moved his hands to your shoulders, lowering your shirt.

“Lemme take care of ya.” he hummed, pushing you against the table within the break room, tears pooling down your cheeks.

You then tried focusing on something else, noticing the fact he had a ring of keys on his belt..

The warden had a hand glide up your thigh, massaging the bundle of nerves there. You tensed, straining back any noises that would come out of your mouth.

“No need to hold back, sweetheart..” he pressed himself closer to you, this was your time to strike!

You punched the man in the face, causing him to stumble back. You fixed your clothes, jumping off the table, you stared at the man who was waddling around like an idiot. A huff escaped past your lips as grabbed the nearest blunt object and flung it at the man. It was a simple lamp, but it hit him real good in the head. Honestly, you felt powerful in that moment, finding the courage to continuously punching the man, letting out every last string of anger that you felt. It was basically free therapy! And, when you were done, he was no longer moving. You grabbed the keys before you marched off, now off to find Andy and his sister, Ashley!

It took you a bit, but after knocking on a few doors, you heard nothing but some shuffling.

“Andy!! Its me! (____)!!” You yelped out, taking out the ring of keys as you fumbled with them in your hands.

“..(____)!? You actually came!?!” He spoke up after hearing your voice, immediately rushed over to the door as he heard you unlock it, opening it for you, taking you by surprise.

“Of course, hun! I never break a promise.” You spoke more dulcetly, a smile upon your face as you looked up at him.

He’s.. grown taller than you.

He spent no time dawdling as he hugged you, pressing you close to him as he twirled you around.

“I’m proud of you for waiting this long. So proud.” You praised, causing Andrew to become flustered as he desperately tried hiding it.

You paused for a moment before you started giggling a bit.

“What.. whats so funny??” He asked

“Nothing. Just reminiscing of the old times.”

“..you’re talking like a grandma.”

You bursted out laughing, patting his back.

“Oh— really now? ‘Just be a good boy and be quiet!’ Is that better??” You were giggling, since you knew your words made any sense for some Grandma to say, but he wasn’t taking this as a joke. The way you called him a good boy..

It.. turned something on for him, craving for more practically.

“Okay I think thats enough mushy reunion stuff, mm?” You smiled sweetly at the boy as he pulled away from the hug, his face still slightly flushed.

“Yeah..” he internally cursed himself for almost stuttering.

“Where’s Ashley?..” you quietly asked.

From that moment, everything happened like some sort of descending spiral of madness. The thing with the demon and Ashley… killing the second warden, all of that fancy stuff. (being horribly mortified in the end.)

You had the both of them stay in the motel for a while until you could bring them into your home as you got them necessities; paying for them to continue staying, getting them new clothes, food, entertainment and others (not even knowing about their little hobby together.)

You’d visit once a week, much to Andrews begging for you to come more often, constant thanks as well from him.

“..I don’t think we can repay you ever for this.”

You always said it was fine, and his sister did too. She seemed more laid backed about the entire situation.

And, when you rushed in the middle of the night to their motel in your car to tell them the news that you finished up your work for their rooms and such, only throwing on a long overcoat, keeping on your nightclothes and throwing one some slippers.

..but they weren’t in there.

“PSSSTTT” the sound almost made you scream, but you turned to the cause of the noise.

“Ashley!” You smiled, not speaking above a whisper.

“Get over here!!!” You immediately rushed over to her without another question, taking her into an embrace.

“Woah- calm down, goody-two-shoes!” She grumbled, trying to get you to let go or at least loosen your arms that were tightly wrapped around her.

“You and Andrew can finally come over!!” You practically cried out, a bright smile on your face.

“..Where is Andrew..?” You questioned after surveying around, letting go of the embrace you tightly held Ashley in.

“Went to go and check on something.. don’t worry about it.”

“..Alright. I’ll wait here if you don’t mind.” You quietly spoke, standing beside Ashley as your hand subconsciously grabbed hers, intertwining them.

And Ashley didn’t say anything about it. Just to see how her brother would react, of course.

That didn’t go well, let me tell you.

He came back, noticing you, he was so excited like a puppy seeing their owner once more, but noticing that you were holding Ashleys hand..

..For some reason it made him pissed off.

“..(____), why don’t you hold my hand instead?”

You were already starting in his direction to tackle him into a hug, but Ashley pulled you back.

“Nah.. I think she’ll stay right here, holding my hand.”

“Ashley.”

“Yes, dear Andyyyy?”

“Let her go. Right now.”

“Mm, nah.” She chuckled seeing him get so riled up.

He flat up walked on over to you two, grabbed you by the waist, swiftly pulling you away from Ashley.

“Oh you jackass!!!”

But he didn’t care.

And then, you all heard another car..

Thats when everything else unfolded.

They killed that man..

And you witnessed it.

Then again though, he was a murderer as well..

..but why??

You were shaking like a leaf, catching Andy’s attention.

“Shh shh.. its okay. Theres no need to cry or worry, alright? It was in self-defense. I promise this won’t happen again.” He consoled you, hugging you closely as you nodded.

Ashley looked baffled though, one of her eyes slightly twitching.

..guess they’ll just have to not kill in front of you from now on.

Well, moving on from this..

You had made some fake ID’s for them (made by another friend of yours, of course) along with some birth certificates, you just wanted to help them get on their feet again.

That would.. slightly backfire.

No matter what, he became so obsessed with you, he started stalking you, watching you do anything around the house. When you’d turn to see if anyone was watching, no-one was there..

You brushed it off multiple times, but even when you were in the shower, or changing, you felt the same feeling. It was all.. unnerving. You hated it. You wanted it to stop.

But, it continued and continued, and it got to the point where you started asking Andrew if you could sleep with him for the night, to which he immediately accepted; surprising you.

You got into his bed, him pulling the covers over you despite the fact you already had a blanket with you.. but that was fine. You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your lower back, pressing you closer to him.

And strangely, it seemed like all of the eyes that were previously watching you were gone. You could finally drift off to sleep, where Ashley would make fun of you both each time, but stopped suddenly after a bit..

But you shrugged it off as she was just bored of the joke now that you have cuddled with Andrew so many times now just for you to feel safer within your own home!

Little did you know that the person you were cuddling with was the one watching you all along..

His fingers threaded through your hair, humming ever so softly. He kissed the crown of your head, your forehead, your cheeks, and then eventually, your lips. You tasted sweet to him, sweet like nothing he’d ever tasted before in contrast to his usual taste of mint and cigarettes within his mouth.

He wanted more of it..

He then continued kissing your lips, now making out with your unconscious body, taking breaks in between to undress you from your nightclothes, underwear, and so forth.

In your sleep, you felt something.. swishing within your mouth. It was warm, tasting everything within your mouth almost, like it was trying to claim it!

You slowly awoke very sadly since you couldn’t get your beauty rest, trying to find the cause, just to see it was Andy. The person you were so close with. You instinctively pushed him away, or tried.

As much as you wanted to- you couldn’t hurt him. What would be everything you went for then? What would Ashley do?? You’d have to live with the guilt of possibly hurting one of your friends.

..is he even your friend anymore?

He took notice of that, opening his eyes instantaneously as he felt your touch. He pulled away for a moment, examining your expression.

The room was silent, the atmosphere was palpable as he turned to an emotionless face. He moved you closer to him.

“Andy!?” You yelped out as your body became tense.

“..Shit— shit, no, fuck, i’m so sorry. This is wrong-“ Andrew pushed himself away, getting up and threading his hands through his hair. His eyes were wide as he realized what he’d done.

“..Andrew, why??..”

“I’m sorry- that was disgusting- I’m sorry!..”

Your facial expression was bewildered, but you eventually just frowned and grabbed his arm (which was shaking.)

“Andrew, you should’ve asked me first so I could’ve consented. Especially if you have some sort of som—“

“Wait!.. how are you so calm?!” You really aren’t.

“..I’m not. But I would’ve just want some more information- some sort of talk about this entire situation before we could do anything.” Caressing his hand, you smiled softly, and he simply just stared at you for at least 5 seconds straight.

Consent talk?

Consent talk!!

He gave a long ass apology for his actions, immediately about to just get up and leave.

But you stopped him to talk further talked about the situation. You talked about what you really wanted.

And if you both were ready.

Even though all of this didn’t happen throughout one entire night, you planned everything out. What you two were going to do.

If you wanted a relationship.

Or just a situationship.

You both decided to test the waters first before deciding that.

You need to get out. Leave.

What are you doing?

Please, go.

He’ll kill you too.

You couldn’t fall asleep after everything that happened, so he ran a bath for you and him, washing you both.

After that though, he dressed you in some more comfortable clothes for the afternoon it seemed despite being early morning now.

He had you sit in his lap, smoking (trying to get you to smoke as well), tending to your wounds.

And that’s when Ashley came to you both later within the morning, groaning.

“Why was there so much noise in the night?.. could barely sleep..”

Safe to say, you gave a.. believable excuse

Wow- theres a lot here! But, I hope you all enjoyed!!

[inubaki]

I’m Not Sorry For Lovin’ You

-wings-Adamsapplefluffweek

———-

Someone arrived today They said they're taking you away

That you're not mine to save And soon I won't get to see your face

So I came by to say You're unlike anyone I have ever known

'Cause you're all I've ever known

And if I pushed you Or if I came on too strong

Or if I ambushed you

For that, I'll say I was wrong

And if you hate me Then I am sorry my love's too much for you

But I'm not sorry for loving you

I'm not sorry for loving you

I'm not sorry for loving you

I'm not sorry for loving you

“Luci…”

Let me speak

I spent my whole life here

Was cast away when I was young

Alone for a hundred years

I had no friends but the sky and sun

So when you washed ashore

I thought for sure that you were my dream come true

I thought I knew

So if I pushed you

Or if I came on too strong

Or if I ambushed you

For that, I'll say I was wrong

And if you hate me Then I am sorry my love's too much for you Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

But I'm not sorry for loving you

I'm not sorry for loving you I'm not sorry for loving you I'm not sorry for loving you

… I'm not sorry

I'm angry and tired and restless and sad

I'm stuck in the moments I swore that we had

I wish you would chase me Or try to embrace me

For once, I wish you would lie and say

“I love you”

… You do?

“ … But not in the way that you want me to”

… I hate that I fell in love with you Hate that I fell in love with you Why did I fall in love with you? Why did I fall in love with you? What do I do with this love for you?

How am I supposed to get over you? How am I supposed to get over you? Why in the world won't you love me too

————-

This concept idea seems from the idea that after Adam dies he’s pushed back into a separate timeline. In which Lucifer was deemed to strong to be left in hell, instead, stuck into a separate pocket dimension on an early concept of Eden.

For there he lingers, never having met the humans nor partaken the apple. He has no concept of Adam’s past, only drawing from his injuries that he’s like him. Abandoned and alone.

He’s eager to know him, touch, talk, love and bond, but Adam holds all the memories in which Lucifer resists him. He doesn’t want to get close to Lucifer, struggling to find a way to escape. But when he starts to feel the pull of shared isolation. Lucifer falls for him, but Adam is to wary to believe it.

But still pulls for Lucifer to join in finding a way out. (The colors are Adam and Lucifer losing stature the closer join together)

it’s not my favorite. But I had fun and it helps me through the worse of my illness.

Based off @marthaluvsya’s post and a song from Epic

I’ve been sick these last few days but I really wanted to finish this. Mainly to show that I could go myself.

@adamsapplefluffweek

[peacheeeliz]

011. hurry up we're hungry (1k wc)

“Thank you all for joining today, and I hope you enjoyed the stream!” You speak towards your camera, waving goodbye to chat with a sweet smile. “See you guys on Wednesday for the fourth session of empires!”

You say a few more goodbyes before you finally shut down the stream, letting out a sigh. Playing with Yuyu went great, and you had a lot more fun than you thought you would. But after streaming for about five hours with him, you were ready to hit the sack and sleep until noon tomorrow. You're about to just walk away from your desk completely before a deep chuckle brings you from your sleep-filled thoughts.

“Feeling tired?” He questions. You totally forgot you were still on call with him, as he kept quiet while you did your outro.

“Yeah, a little,” you answer, laughing softly. “But, knowing me, I'll probably just be lying in my bed for hours, scrolling through TikTok.”

He lets out another laugh at that comment, “same, not gonna lie.”

You smile softly at his laughter, leaning back in your chair. “If you're not in any rush to head to bed,” you start, playing with the wire of your headphones. “Would you mind maybe chatting for a bit?” He falls silent for a bit, and you continue before he has a chance to answer. “Just because it feels like we don't know each other that well, is all. Want you to feel more comfortable with me, despite the whole war going on and stuff.”

“I'd love to,” he responds, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice. “I don't really know anyone on the server that well, to be honest, so I kinda needed this.”

“Not even Yeonjun?” You ask, hearing a quiet ‘nuh-uh’ as your answer. “I'm surprised seeing as he invited you to join the smp.”

“I think it's just because I'm another popular streamer, honestly,” Yuyu answers truthfully, and you hear the shuffle of his shoulders shrugging.

“But you're not just any other popular streamer. You're obviously more than that,” you tell him, a small frown forming on your lips. “How did you even start streaming? You started just over a year ago, right?”

“Yeah, July last year,” he tells her, finally smiling as he reminisces about that time. “I always played Valorant, you know, it's been my favorite game ever since it came out. So, when my friend suggested streaming in my downtime, it actually sounded really interesting.”

“You don't stream all that often, though,” you note. “You must not have a lot of downtime?”

He lets out a pained laugh at that, “you got that right. My job is pretty demanding,” he pauses for a moment. “But, I really enjoy it. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.”

You smile at that, “that's really sweet.”

“I mean, that's how you feel about streaming, no?” He questions. “That's what I'm assuming, anyway. You stream a lot more than me, and it seems like you really enjoy doing it.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right,” you respond with a small nod, despite the fact that he can't see it. “God, I've been streaming for so long. It's not really a job for me anymore. You know? Like I can just hop on stream, play silly games with my friends, and it keeps me stable on top of all of that. It's crazy to see how far I've come and how far we've all come.”

“Yeah, you started way back when, huh?” He jokes, laughing through his nose. “Six years ago, right? Sorry, I have a friend who's a big fan, so I know a lot more than it might seem.”

“Aww, you do?” You tease, leaning forward once again to rest your chin on your hand. “I'd love to meet him one day.”

“Trust me, you do not,” he warns. “He's already threatened to crash my stream today. Almost disowned me after I killed you during the first empires session.”

You let out a soft chuckle, “that's cute. Come on, it won't be that bad if we just talk for a bit, you tell him, drawing out a couple of words.

He shakes his head lightly, “I'll think about it, alright? But I really don't think you two will be a good duo,” he starts, hearing your exaggerated gasp through his headphones. “He's crazy, and you're…. also crazy.”

“Wooow,” you exclaim, letting out a pained laugh. “Says the one who just blew me up the other day.”

“Hey, hey, that,” he pauses, chuckling. “That was an accident. I really did think Soobin was going to walk in first.”

“Oh, I'm so sorry for foiling your plans by walking into my building first,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Thank you for rebuilding it, though. Very sweet of you,” you tease, smiling softly.

You can just tell he's rolling his eyes in response, “it was the right thing to do, after killing you what? Three times now?”

“Even more if you count the Among Us stream,” you comment, giggling.

“Damn, I owe you big time, don't I?” He replies, sighing. “I'll make it up to you whenever you ask.”

Before you can respond, you hear a muffled voice coming from your headphones. Yuyu gives a quick ‘sorry,’ before responding to who you assume is his roommate. You sit there quietly, trying your best not to listen in or interrupt the two.

“Sorry, forgot I had plans with a few of my friends after the stream,” he comes back to you, frowning that your time together was cut short.

“No, it's all good, don't worry,” you tell him. “Go hang out with your friends, have fun.”

“Thanks for understanding,” he says, smiling. He hesitates, but doesn’t forget to tell you: “We should, uhm, do this again sometime. It was nice.”

You smile as well, “we should. I'm here whenever, alright?” You respond. “Well, unless Sungchan pulls me away. He gets a little jealous when others get more attention than him.” His deep chuckle rings through your ears again. “Talk to you later, Yuyu.”

“Yeah, talk to you later, Y/N,” he replies, waiting until you leave the call to finally close out of the app. He leans back in his chair again, smiling to himself.

synopsis ⤏ you're trying to peacefully build your starter house on the empires server when your neighbor so rudely (accidentally) kills you, starting the biggest war on the server just one day in.

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ᯓ𖤐secret language | dean winchester x reader

title: secret language

warnings: none

summary: you and dean have a little language of your own

wc: 799

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dean winchester hates you, is what he says almost every day. you can't quite place a date on when the light in his eyes changed as he said it. the words used to be bitter, coated in a sincerity so thick that they shot off his tongue like bullets. when he says them tonight, they're rounded at the edges, wrapped up in something soft so that they're warm when they reach you.

he's looking at you from across the motel table, eyes sparkling like the words have a different meaning altogether. by now, they do. the two of you can communicate in many different ways: a shared look, the nod of a head, the squeeze of a hand. you know that i hate you is just another one of these translations, something you've given a new meaning to.

you've beaten him at a game of poker, winning twenty bucks and the pick of this week's movie night. as you wave the money around in victory, you tell him you're going to get revenge for the most recent cowboy movie by forcing him to watch his worst nightmare: a chick flick.

that's when the i hate you slips out. and gone are the days that you would shoot back something sharp, hoping to slice right through his tough facade and make a scratch. to get to him as much as he got to you. it always seemed to fail, your digs coming back to you twice as hard as they bounced off of him with a shrug.

what he never tells you is that you somehow had managed to make that dent, burrowing in deep and reaching through before he could block you. he'd never been able to shake you, even when he tried. it's been a long time since he's wanted to try.

your response now is a simple smile, the ghost of any past insults you might have thrown more dead than the ones you hunt together. "i know. but you're stuck with me, so suck it up."

he watches you for a moment, tracing your smile with his eyes and so desperately wishing he could do it with his lips instead. but you mean something to him - you mean everything to him - and he already thinks that being this close to you is doing more harm than good. yet you refused to walk away. that was his first mistake, letting you in so much. but now he selfishly indulges in your presence. if you won't be safe somewhere without him, then he'll make damn sure you're safe with him.

"rematch," he says, if only to take his mind off of how your lips would feel moving against his.

he doesn't want to watch a damn rom-com, but he decides right then that he'll suffer through one if it means you'll keep looking at him with that smile. dean winchester breaks and hurts a lot of things, but if he can make you that happy from something so simple, he'd let you subject him to anything you want.

"you're a lot of things, winchester, but a sore loser isn't one of them." your lips dip now into something more of a smirk. "get over it. and get some tissues, i'm gonna pick a real downer."

he sighs then, rolling his eyes. "the only thing i'll be crying of is boredom."

"well, that's how i felt watching your cowboy crap. if i have to hear one more southern howdy, i'm gonna kill myself."

it's his turn to smirk now. "don't lie, darlin'," he says, drawing out the nickname to imitate the drawl you always make fun of, "you looked pretty engrossed during the last one."

it's hard to push down your reaction to his comment. it's only a joke, you know that, but it's never been used before. sweetheart is for everyone, baby for his car... some deep, guttural part of you wants a name that's meant only for you. another piece for the vast collection of your shared language. you swallow, hoping it will rid your next words of anything that might have leaked in from your thoughts.

"because i couldn't even tell what the hell was going on."

he seems to hear something in your response that you can't. or maybe you just try so desperately hard not to. his lips twitch. "that so, darlin'?"

"i hate you." it slips out just as easily for you as it does for him. in your mind, one of those words is replaced with another, one neither of you have said aloud before. you wonder if he knows this, if he's caught onto this new part of your hidden language yet.

as he releases a small huff of a laugh, accompanied with an "i know," you think he just might.

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Chapter 13. Hyacinths

Summary: "Do not let his reaction affect your opinion of him, and keep in mind that not all of us were born to be innately brave."  Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Words: 2,518 Listen to: 'Glue Myself Shut' -by Noah Kahan A/N: Currently enjoying my last day on the beach, I hope you enjoy this <3 -Danny

You arrive fashionably late just in time to hear the toast, at first heartfelt thanks to Colin's talent with words, then disastrous after Eloise and Mrs Featherington take over. You hear snickering from across the circle and your spirits plummet as you spot Benedict and Lady Arnold huddled up and joking together.

"That's it, then," you cling to your sister's arm. "Come, Marie, we ought to thank the hostess for inviting us."

Marie follows you, keeping an eye on Benedict and having the privilege to witness how he chokes on a glass of champagne when he sees you. You reach the group holding Violet Bridgerton, Lady Danbury, a dark-skinned man you don't know, the viscount, and his wife.

"Your Royal Highness!" Violet blushes. "I... Good lord, I wasn't informed you'd be in attendance!"

You smile. "I thought as much."

"Oh, Benedict and his lack of etiquette..." she starts, but you kindly stop her.

"I was invited by your youngest. Where is Hyacinth?"

"Hyacinth?" Asks Anthony Bridgerton. When you look at him, he introduces himself and his wife, a beautiful lady of around the same age as Paula. "I do beg you forgive my sister, she shouldn't have—"

"Oh, I think her utterly divine," you interrupt him. "My sister and I love Hyacinth, and we were pleased to receive her invitation—we were longing to have an excuse to leave the castle and see her again."

"Not that your Queen isn't nice," Marie adds. "But... well, she doesn't go out much, does she?"

There are chuckles of agreement before Kate—the viscountess—gestures to the stairs. "You are welcome to join us for our game of charades, but if you wish to greet Hyacinth first, I believe she is somewhere around the upper floors, playing with her brother and other young guests."

"I believe manners oblige us to see our friend first and foremost," you reply jokingly before excusing yourself.

"Once you return, Your Royal Highness," Lady Danbury speaks, giving you a look. "I shall like a word with you, if you can grant me the honours?"

You hold back your nerves, gifting her with a graceful nod. "You may have them."

Marie scoffs once you make your way upstairs. "What does she want, to gloat in her knowledge?"

"She may offer advice," you respond. "She's close to the family, and I'm in need of clarity."

"You have clarity," Marie rolls her eyes. "The man got scared the moment he saw you had control of your desires, and that's that."

"I don't know," you make a face, "it doesn't feel that way, and I know I sin of gullible, but there were things that he... a person can't lie in the ways he seemed genuine."

Your sister frowns. "I don't understand."

"Doesn't matter," you brush it off, hearing the youthful chatter from the hall to your right. "He's with Lady Arnold tonight, I won't get anything from him, so let's focus on having fun."

Benedict is waiting for Tilley to enter the drawing room when Kate approaches from the side. "Did you know your Princess is here?"

Benedict is too fond of Kate to answer with any kind of bite. "Last I checked I owned no Princess. Perhaps you refer to my employer?"

Kate eyes him intently. "Hyacinth and Eloise called her your friend. Gregory was even jealous of your closeness."

"You know they like their fancies," he offers a tight smile.

"Perhaps, but Hyacinth hates to be wrong and she rarely shares information she's not confirmed beforehand." Noticing the weight that seems to suffocate his lively personality, she places a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Is something troubling you, brother?"

He lets out a short-lived chuckle and stares at his drink. "I'm not sure I should speak of it with one of my sisters."

Kate raises a brow. "Have you done something to offend her?"

"I'm afraid so."

"In what way?"

He shakes his head. "In the most foolish way possible."

"Has that something to do with Tilley's attendance this evening?"

"I acted foolishly and committed to the part," is all he answers.

Kate twists her mouth in slight disapproval. "I will not pretend to know even a third of what's transpired, but I can tell you care for the Princess. You Bridgertons are terrible at hiding your emotions."

"We are good at hiding things from one another," he says. "And now that you're one of us, unfortunately, that means I shan't say a thing to you."

"Would you like some advice nonetheless?" She proposes kindly. "She is thoughtful and amicable, I'm sure whatever caused the disagreement can be solved if you are sincere."

Benedict shows her an ironic smile. "Now, sister, the problem with that, is I am too fond of lying."

As you return from the kids's room, Lady Danbury stands on your path, leaning on her cane. "Princess Y/N, may I have a moment?"

You sigh, letting go of Marie and encouraging her to go. "I won't take long." You walk into the drawing room with Lady Danbury on your arm. "If you wish to chastise me, you better do so now that I'm in a good mood, for I won't be as forgiving in a couple of minutes when my attitude sours."

Lady Danbury chuckles, patting your arm. "You have a feisty soul. Queen Charlotte was just like you at your age."

"So was my mother, from what I've heard," you add, feeling rather pleased to share such an important thing with other Queens. 

"A fine woman. Pity I didn't get to befriend her," Lady Danbury hums. "How is your great-grandmother?"

"Still recovering, but all looks well," you inform her. "Thank you for asking."

"And your brothers?"

"They're morality personified," you give her a little grin. "Both are doing well."

"Good..." she lowers her voice. "You know, the Queen's brother asked me to marry him once."

You look at her, sensing where this is going. "Oh?"

"I said no, obviously, and it wounded him, though just a little, for royal blood is hard to bruise," the woman glances at you. "I wasn't cut out to be a consort. Too independent, you see. Too defiant. Some may say unreliable."

You sigh and lower your gaze. "Lady Danbury, I did not mean to insult you..."

"This isn't about me, child," she cuts off with a sharp click of her tongue, "I only mean to give you some perspective on how that Bridgerton boy must be feeling."

You look at her as if she's gone mad. "You think I asked him to marry me?"

"Of course not, you're not dimwitted!" She exclaims. "I do believe, however, that you might've spooked him. Royals have little tact, having no experience being snubbed or ignored, your attitude when approaching certain delicate subjects is... too forward."

You frown, unable to argue with her. You had, after all, pounced on Benedict at the first chance you got. She senses your agreement to her statement and continues.

"I know you are an intelligent lady, so I won't worry about the kind of things that may have occurred, or what you may have told him to ruffle him so—and to see Benedict in such an agitated state is rare—but hear this: he is fond of you. Do not let his reaction affect your opinion of him, and keep in mind that not all of us were born to be innately brave."

She gives your hand a gentle pat before parting. Not even a second has gone by before someone else walks up to you to start a conversation. "Lady Arnold," you greet her, unable to hide the surprise in your voice. Your heart threatens to leap out of your chest but then subsides when you notice she's alone.

"Your Royal Highness," she smiles. "What a lovely surprise. It is not common for future monarchs to attend this kind of party, I'm sure you know."

You let out a bashful chuckle. "So I've heard. The truth is that we are quite social in my country, we attend all kinds of events, more so if a friend invites us, and I was invited."

"By Benedict?"

"His sister Hyacinth. I don't know if you know her?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Well, I'd be surprised if you did. I was rather lucky, you see, she's not out in society yet, but she's a lovely lady and Benedict brought her to me once so we could meet."

Tilley hums, nodding appreciatively at your explanation. "You've grown rather close to his family, if Lady Whistledown is to be believed at all."

"In that, she is quite correct," you concede. "The Bridgertons were the first family to offer me friendship."

"Benedict, first and foremost, correct?"

You sense there is something else to the question, and you think back on that first meeting and how hostile the interaction was between the woman and Benedict. "You seem troubled by the idea. May I know what's so strange about it?"

"Well, it's not that Benedict isn't charming enough to befriend a princess," she starts politely, "forgive me, but what baffles me is how... protective of you he is."

You tilt your head in confusion and laugh a bit. "Protective?"

"I know him well," she continues, "Benedict is a... friendly man, yes. Quite loving if you manage to decipher him—but I'd never seen him act the way he did that day, when you tripped." You blush at the memory. "Usually he gets his fun from watching the chaos unfold from the sidelines, but not that time."

"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand what you're telling me..."

"Not much, really," Tilley admits, with the openness of a woman who knows her chance has come and gone. "I'm telling you he's decided that there's something in you worth troubling himself with. The spotlight you carry everywhere you go, he tends to detest it, yet he clings to you. I'd recommend you to cherish it."

"You know," you say, unable to keep your countenance any longer. "I don't understand why I'm the one being cornered this way when I was not the one to walk away. Lady Arnold, I don't know what he may have told you—"

"He didn't tell me anything," she hurries to clarify, reddening at how you're reacting to her good-natured attempt to help. "I do beg you not to resent him for my boldness. I came to you simply because I know my friend, and ever since you walked in tonight he has been nothing but a most pathetic rendition of woe."

You look away a moment, trying to spot him. "Yes, well, it was entirely his doing."

"I have no doubt," she responds with such certainty you focus on her once more. "There was a time in which I, too, thought I had him. But Benedict, he..." she gives you a tired smile, "well, he had just discovered himself and was eager to dive deeper into those uncharted waters... places I could not follow."

You feel like there is something hidden between those lines, something you should care about deeply, but whatever it is, Lady Arnold doesn't share enough for you to fully grasp it.

Hell breaks loose when the Viscount and Viscountess announce they are expecting, then Cressida Cowper announces she's Lady Whistledown, and lastly, Penelope Featherington faints without warning.

Your sister goes to fetch a doctor accompanied by Anthony. Colin and Lady Danbury's brother carry Penelope to a couch, while Cressida is swarmed up by guests as they all get escorted to the exit by Benedict and Tilley.

Eloise takes her younger siblings to their rooms while Francesca walks her suitor to the front gate. Lady Danbury makes sure the family is all right before taking her brother and departing, not without asking if you'd like a ride, but you decline politely, wanting to wait there for your sister.

While Colin, Violet, Lady Featherington and Kate stay with Penelope, you go to the servants and ask them to bring salts, though you preferably request strong liquor if they have it, and they quickly go away to fetch it. Kate walks past you letting you know she's going to check on the younger Bridgertons and asks if you'd like to come, but you decline the offer once again, wanting to be there when your sister shows up.

Benedict ensures everyone has gotten to their carriages safely and in one piece, including Lady Arnold. He reenters the home, sees you at the foot of the stairs pacing from one side to the other, and ponders whether he should approach you. 

A maid calls for you and you point her in the direction she ought to take the bottle of gin. Just then, you catch movement out of the corner of your eye, spotting Benedict near the entrance. It's just the two of you here, everyone else tidying up the home while tending to Penelope. You wait a second, wondering what he'll do.

He bows. "I'm sorry I didn't greet you sooner, Your Royal Highness."

You frown. "You could try saying something believable."

"Beg your pardon?" He matches your expression.

"You could've said 'I'm sorry I missed an evening of your mishaps'—which by the way, weren't many. I almost tossed a chess set into Gregory's fireplace when I went to say hi, and then elbowed a flower vase while conversing with your sister Eloise, but that's it. I do not believe you're sorry for keeping your distance."

Benedict stares at you, then scoffs, an unwilling grin forming on his face, crooked and small. "I'm sorry you missed Gregory wearing a top hat, then."

"Ah, that I believe," you offer a tiny smile of your own. "Thank you. I'm sorry you and I seemed to be on opposite sides of the sphere this evening. But I was well-accompanied nonetheless, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that."

"I am," he moves closer to you, "I saw your sister."

"I told you she wouldn't say no, and she'll be glad she didn't, considering the chaos we witnessed a few minutes ago."

"Yes, wasn't that something?" He agrees, picking up his pace to reach you faster and gossip properly. "I do not believe for a second Cressida Cowper is Lady Whistledown, that woman is as witty as a fish!"

You grin, unable to resist him. "Dolphins are rather clever."

His eyes flash with excitement at your slip. "I said fish, not mammals."

You open your mouth to argue, but realizing he's right, you close it back up and lower your gaze, a little reticent smile on display. "Touché."

Benedict tilts his head, searching to lock eyes with you. "Not every day you get outwitted in your own game, hm?"

You lift your gaze, finding his only inches away from yours. Benedict freezes, realizing he's too close but unable to step back because your eyes demand him not to. You lean forward, listening to the way his breath hitches—

"We're here!" Marie calls out as she and Anthony return with the doctor. "Where is she?"

Benedict is already ten steps away when you look up. "Upstairs, in the drawing room," you step forward. "I'll take you."

"No need, Your Royal Highness," Anthony says, giving you a grateful nod. "You should go back to the castle and rest, you and your sister have done much for us already."

"I'll go and say our goodbyes to the family," Marie gives you a significant look, which can only mean she saw what was happening just before entering, and she'll demand a retelling of the entire interaction. "You can fetch our carriage."

"I'll fetch it for you," Benedict says quickly, walking out of the house once more. This time, you follow.

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