#I cant believe I had the patience to do this

[bunnihearted]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

[clickityweasel]

instagram has informed me that these ocs are over SIX YEARS OLD NOW, so, redrawing them in honour of them being old as balls

[princessbrunette]

rafe had been trying to pick a fight with bunny!reader all day due to his bad mood. however, due to her being a little ray of pink glittery sunshine — it just wasn’t happening.

first, the problem was the pink glittery dildo in your dresser that he found whilst snooping due to boredom, waiting for you to be done in the shower. he argues with himself whilst you sit at your vanity, giggling and happily doing your makeup.

“you tellin’ me you need that shit? ‘cus… ‘cus if that’s the case, don’t come begging for dick every thirty minutes when clearly you could be fixing your own problems.” he rants, huffing as you carefully brush mascara through your eyelashes.

“its not the same! pluuuus, i haven’t used that thing in ages. dont even know where you found it, daddy.” you’re clearly amused and it’s making things worse, locking eyes with your boyfriend through the mirror as he stands with his hands on his hips.

“think i’m stupid, right? if you weren’t still using this thing you would have thrown it in the trash.”

you spin on your stool, giving him a convincing pout. “i only use it when you go away on business trips with your dad, ‘cos i just miss you so much.”

he blinks, clearly not out of juice.

“you need to learn a little patience and self discipline, alright — you’ll appreciate this dick more without the fuckin’ silicone version.” he drawls and you giggle again at his word choice before bringing your manicured fingers to your lips to stop yourself.

“m’attached to it rafey. i like it. its pink and glittery and i’m not throwing it away.” you stand your ground, and his jaw ticks, looking around once more at the toy laying on your bed.

“cant do all the shit i do n’you know it… right? you call me when that toy fuckin’ chokes you out how you like it or spits in your damn asshole and shoves its thumb in there. yeah?” he mouths off before leaving the room, caring less and less about the argument as time goes on. now you really couldn’t fight him — he was playing dirty, and that made you horny.

his fighting spirit is given a new lease of life downstairs in the kitchen, when you accidentally blurt out the wrong name whilst speaking to him.

you’re giggling uncontrollably once more, grabbing at his shirt in the kitchen attempting to pull you closer as he holds his hands up, pretending to be totally disgusted.

“nah, who the fuck is that — huh? nate?”

“gosh, rafey — he’s from gossip girl! i was just thinkin’ about the show and your names sound similar! was an accident!” the fact you don’t sound sorry in the slightest is grinding his gears, not hugging you back when you manage to wrap your arms around him. “daddy hug me back.” you pout, and he peels you back with his hands on your shoulders.

“on thin fuckin’ ice today… alright?” he raises his eyebrows. you smile and nod, earrings jangling like there wasn’t a thought in your head.

it’s on the way to the country club that he’s really had enough, insisting on playing your music in the car, constantly winding down the volume to ask questions that didn’t need to be asked. your delicate hand reaches out for the volume toggle once more and he smacks it away.

“if you’re going to ask me if i’d still love you as a worm, or whatever bullshit you’ve conjured up — i suggest staying quiet, yeah? already told you that you’re pushing it today.”

he doesn’t have to look at you to know your smile is spreading.

“that wasn’t my question, but would you?”

the car pulls over to the side of the road with a swiftness, and he turns his body in his seat. you look unbothered as ever.

“why’d we stop?”

“you’re uh, you’re goin’ in the trunk. okay?” he rasps slowly, nodding his head like it would hypnotise you into agreeing. somehow, it worked — because your grin remains.

“okay!”

he marches over to your side and yanks you out before walking you round the back and opening the trunk. “i’m serious. get in.”

you do with no complaints — and by the time he is back in the drivers seat, he believes he’s taken it too far. however there’s no banging around, no crying, no screaming for him to let you out — so he drives away. the silence is rewarding, but he doesn’t feel great about it.

when he pulls up to the country club, he’s quick to walk around the backside of his truck and open up the trunk, relieved to see you happy as a clam — and lifts you out from under your arms. “that was fun! it was like you were a kidnapper, but also my boyfriend.” your eyes have a twinkle to them as he marches you towards his group of friends, gawking with questioning gazes.

“yeah you like that shit? ‘that turn you on?” he bites back sarcastically, but you nod anyway.

[tmntxthings]

(First of saw your recent ask with the anon and I hope you’re feeling a bit better since answering that! Please don’t rush to answer this or your other requests and i hope you feel better soon!)

I AM CHEWING ON YOUR DONNIE X READER WORKS OML BRO WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING YOUR INNER WRITER YOUR WORK IS ✨DIVINE✨ 😔👌

I cant resist making a request but you know Donnie flies/hovers with his battle shell in some episodes right to get around?? So what if Donnie having an s/o who is fascinated by the idea of flying, so one day, after much pestering Donnie gives in and decides to fly them around New York for a bit. BUT only if he is there with them, cuz Donnie is not about to have a stress induced heart 

attack if they loose balance. 

Donnie himself doesn’t really understand the fascination with flying cuz….well nothing is especially different, it’s just the city but from high up. But then mid sentence he looks to his partner and stares in silent awe at the fascination twinkling in their eyes as they admire the view??

I’m sorry I’m such a goddam sucker for this sort of stuff

一∑ Nights Like These 。・゜・

author’s notes: you paint a pretty picture anon, I could see it all play out thru my head! hope you enjoy <3

warnings: fluff, unedited

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“Y’know what would be cool?”

Donatello blinked, his stare deadpanned. He was over this. You had asked so many times already. And each time, he had given you his answer. A resounding no. So he continued to tap at his phone while you sidled up next to him on the couch.

“Donnieeeeeee!”

A drawn eyebrow twitched. He wasn’t going to deign that with a response. You were being trivial at this point.

“Please!”

He let out a long sigh. Clicking his phone shut as dark irises finally turned in your direction. By this point it was clear you were never going to let it go. The word no, didn’t exist in your vocabulary. At least not when it came to the possibility of flying.

With his attention now on you, a speech was suddenly underway.

“I’ll do everything you say! Take a whole Donnie-training-course on how to fly a jetpack!! Just let me try! Please! Pretty please!”

You sure did know how to beg. Maybe it was unfair of him. But he didn’t like the idea of you in the air at all. You weren’t exactly known for coordination. You sucked at driving video games. How would you be able to command a jetpack that could go from zero to a hundred in seconds flat?

It was dangerous.

You could get injured or worse! There were so many terrible scenarios that ran through Donnie’s mind, he almost went back on his phone. But your hands latched onto his arm, pulling his thoughts back to the here and now.

“Nothing bad will happen! You’ll be right there beside me!!”

It was weird how you knew exactly what to say. Exactly how to sway him. Maybe his face was an open book, or maybe you just knew how to read him too well. This time his sigh was one of defeat.

You cheered.

~

After many, many lessons Donnie finally felt it was safe enough for you to put the jetpack on.

By this point you knew what all of the buttons did. All sorts of emergency protocols. And you may even be considered a certified pilot depending on the country.

Rigorous couldn’t even begin to describe what regiment Donnie had put you through. But it all paid off in the end. Because now you were strapped in.

“Alright, looks like it fits. How does it feel? I designed this one according to your specs.”

Donnie was circling around you. A hand underneath his chin as he looked for a reason to call the whole thing off. But you were on the moon.

“It’s perfect! Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it. Finally!! We get to fly together!!”

How could he shatter that bright smile of yours now? He’d put this off long enough. So he nodded, and led the charge out of the lair.

~

“Remember, if you feel out of control—“

You cut him off before he could finish.

“Don, I know! Stop and hover. Can I power on now?”

“No not yet we have to go through all of… Y/N!”

There was no patience left within you as Donnie kept talking so you just took off mid-sentence. He hollered after you. He took chase, his own jetpack roaring to life.

You were going way too fast. Donnie couldn’t tell if you were even under control! Just above the rooftops you flew by. Weaving past units and it became clear that you did know how to fly. His anxiety lessened but he still kept tailing you. Just in case.

At one point you slowed down enough for Donnie to be flying right by your side. Your smile dazzled him as you glanced over. Eyes twinkling in awe as you pointed out the bridge where Donnie and his brothers did the pizza box stacking competition.

“Race you there!”

You shouted and not a second later you were going max speed.

Now you may be a natural but Donnie had been flying far longer than you. The only advantage you did have was a slight head start. The wind picked up as the two of you flew higher. The finish line apparently being the highest point on the bridge.

Donnie won. He knew the best path to take after all from a projected route via his goggles. He watched as you made it to him. Slowing down and then circling him in the air while you laughed out in joy.

“This is amazing!!”

You exclaimed as you landed in front of him. It was high up, the wind whipping past the both of you. But the cold didn’t seem to affect your spirits at all. Your arms were raised in the air, back turned to him, whooping out for all of New York to hear. None of them would, not even the passengers in their zooming cars below. But Donnie could.

His heart did a strange thump beneath his plastron. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He felt a little breathless.

“Thank you! I- just, thank you for this! I never thought in my lifetime I’d be able to do something so… so..!”

The words were slipping from you as you had faced Donnie to express your gratitude. This was something that only happened in movies. That only happened in dreams! Your hands came up and moved in an expression that tried to convey how big this all felt to you. These emotions!

“We can do it again. However many times you like.”

Donnie replied after a moment.

You didn’t let the shock pass your features. You had wondered if he would let you fly again. So you had tried to get it all out of your system. Not knowing if the first would be your last. You smiled brightly for him.

“My worries seem to have been for nothing. You’re a natural at flying.”

A compliment. You could only smile brighter.

“Well, I don’t know about all that,”

And his mouth opened to argue. Not liking how you were putting yourself down. But before he could you continued.

“I had a great teacher!”

You mused at how his mouth snapped shut. His eyes darting away, a hand coming up to rub the back of his bandana.

“Really. He was the best! He’s too smart!”

He had to turn away as the compliments kept coming. Had the wind stopped? It was suddenly a bit warm up here. You had the nerve to giggle at his shyness before you powered up your jetpack again.

He turned immediately back to you, expecting you to take off again. But this time you hovered. Offering your hand to Donnie. He couldn’t help but take in the view. The night sky your backdrop, few stars even more satellites. But it was as if you were glowing before him.

His own hand reached out, fingers brushing against your palm, before taking a firm grip.

He held your hand.

[tannieastrology]

Synastry/Composite Observations 🌠

(These are just some of my experiences and I really just wanna share what I learned with yall)💕

Synastry-

💙✨ Saturn square Venus can really just throw off the timing of a relationship. Well its less the timing and more of the fact of that the two people cant ever make their minds up and mature up for one another. And there are for sure alot of barriers that come withing this aspect one of them being that other people can set these two apart. In the couple that i saw this in the guy was Saturn and the woman was Venus. Venus was led on for almost 2 years while Saturn chased a different woman in that time. Until in may 2023 they started talking but their communication was off so Saturn broke it off. Now in december everyone finds out Saturn wants her back but Venus has moved on. So in their case it was a lack of maturity and indecisiveness.

💙✨ Venus conjunct Pluto makes the Venus person SO obsessive ESP if the Venus person has scorpio in their natal chart. Remember the Saturn guy from the first bullet point? He was the guy ive had a crush on for the past 3 years and in my scenario with him, hes the pluto in this case. Sadly it was unrequited but man this guy had me in a chokehold which was weird because I never wouldve thought id be attracted to someone like him. Its like no matter how far I go I cant ever forget about him its so frustrating. My Venus was conjunct his Pluto in Capricorn in my 3rd house so the way we talked to each other was very agressively but strangely we find comfort in it? Talking to him was easy too but lemme tell you when we argued WE ARGUED like it was HEATED. Our friend group always felt so uncomfortable whenever we went back and forth with each other. So yeah i would say really look at what house this conjunction happens in because for me it affected my house of mind, communication, and friends but if it falls in a deeper house like the 8th house the affects would be like 10x more magnified. Alot of people say its a sexual aspect but I really just think it depends on where it lands. I fell hard because im a plutonian person in general i have a Scorpio Moon and Lilith conjunct in the second house and my Venus in the 8th degree.

💙✨ Venus conjunct Moon brings alot of understanding and patience in a friendship/relationship. So ironically the Pluto guy also had his Capricorn Moon conjunct my Venus nd while we did argue alot and made me cry often I always had a soft spot for him. I felt like I understood him and we had many times where we joked around and laughed often. However Venus conjunct Moon can sometimes amplify your emotions to each other if theres other planets in contact with it. In a case like mine BOTH his Pluto and Moon conjuncted my Venus so most of the times our interactions stirred up obesessive and deeper emotions in me. Sometimes he triggered my trauma and i felt judged by him often but as me and him are getting older and are maturing more we stopped attacking each other and started being more honest with how we feel about things. I tell him about my personal struggles and he helps by giving me logical advice. Because of the fact that our aspect was in Capricorn it took us almost 4 years to have proper communication and be able to share our traumas with each other. I trust him alot even though we bicker often and even if he might not like me back hes still such a understanding friend and was there for me when i needed him and that itself is something to appreciate.

💙✨ If one persons Venus doesnt have alot of contact with your planets in your synastry but the other persons Venus has many aspects it may be unrequited. In my instance with the Pluto guy my Venus conjuncted his Moon, Pluto, and Jupiter and trined his Virgo Mars and Saturn while the only aspects his Leo Venus made to my planets was Venus opposition Sun and sextile Vertex. From the guy I really do believe he should have atleast some type of contact with your big six in order for him to feel something.

💙✨ So going back to the Venus and Saturn couple they also had Venus conjunct Lilith in Saggitarius and she was the one who got away. So like i said she was obsessed with him and everybody knew it too. I mean when she found out I also liked him she started hating me even though i never acted on my feelings and tried to supress it. He was the Lilith in this case and you can really see that hes attracted to her but theyre lowkey toxic sometimes. He blew hot and cold to her multiple times and everytime she got a boyfriend he wants her back like what?? She wouldve done anything for him but nah he sold. Theyre never gonna forget about each other and this aspect in my opinion has a very “the one that got away” type feel to it.

💙✨ Even if your planets dont make an aspect you can still feel it sometimes. I have a Gemini Mars and Pluto guy had a Virgo Mars and lemme tell you our arguements were BAD even though they didnt make an aspect. He always knew how to retaliate to whatever i said and always had a slick comment to throw in and my fucked up Gemini Mars self found that interesting which looking back at im hella concerned. I also cant forget that his Mars conjuncted my Saturn and my Mars squared his Saturn so the intensity came from all ends not just the signs.

Onto Composite!

(Just a Disclaimer all of these observations are made off of me and the Pluto guy)

💙✨ Having a Taurus Sun in composite can mean that both people are stubborn. Im just gonna use my experience to explain this but having Taurus in the position of Sun can be either bad or good. Me and Pluto are young we’re both still in highschool so i know this wont be how we are gonna act forever but our relation to each other was a very slow process. It took YEARS for us to get out of the arguing with each other/ insulting each other phase since the 6th grade but damn sometimes i really feel like he doesnt ever get what im trying to say. We move so SLOW when it comes to our friendship and also communication because our Mercury is Conjunct the Sun in Taurus too. I read on a blog named awda on here that Taurus Sun couples never expect to catch feelings and its so true. To start with I never really liked him when i saw him back in middle school but in 8th grade i caught feelings bad nd since then i havent been able to forget about it. And weirdly alot of people ship us too. Ive read online that this placement means comfort with each other and while yes i have felt it sometimes, i feel that the comfort aspect of Taurus Sun in composite only applies if the chart is filled with trines and sextiles. Our composite is just squares and oppositions everywhere so we feel the stubborness and uncompromising aspect of the Taurus energy more than anything else. Ive done everything I possibly can to try to move on but im honestly stuck with him for a while now. Thats how Taurus Sun feels in my opinion. Its long lasting and not something you can run away from. People will ship you as a couple and yall might be like nooooo i would never but then boom one day you actually catch feelings. And who knows maybe one day he will I mean thats what my our older mutual friend tells me. I have no clue how he ever feels and I know its because of his natal Capricorn Moon but ive always held a soft spot for him deep down. Ive always wanted to look after him and wanted him to put his trust into me but it was never like that i guess. Maybe one day it will progress into something more who knows?

💙✨ Venus square Mars was another aspect that we held in alot of our midpoint charts like the progressed composite, the regular composite, and the davison chart. When i tell you how potent the energy of this aspect was to us even though we had Venus trine Mars in synastry. Ive always asked him why do you like arguing with me? Why do you like bothering me? But hes never really been able to give an answer. And i think thats just how this energy is. You start to find comfort in the disagreements and in a way it kept us stimulated. It was a way for me and him to connect and become friends. Dont get me wrong there were times where we genuinely got on each other nerves but with time we got more mature and learn how to talk things out and respect each others boundries. We still bicker obviously i really feel like thats never gonna go away lmao but its wayyyy more toned down now. Im not even trying to be delusional but i sometimes feel like hes always fixated on me the most in social situations and many people have pointed it out to me. Even if it might not be romantic it can still make the two people infatuated with each other. You know the saying “theres a fine line between love and hate” this is literally that aspect in a nutshell. You just have to figure out how to express your feelings for one another in a healthy way otherwise you can start to find the other person to be annoying and irritating. This aspect had me all over the place man liking someone and hating them at the same time was crazyyy.

💙✨Make sure you check your progressed composite too. Obviously relationships change and i think the progressed version of the chart is more realistic in how things are in the present time. In our regular chart we have Venus in Libra which i was like eh that doesnt really match us that well. But when i saw the progressed chart it showed that we have Venus in Scorpio conjunct Mercury in the 10th degree and it makes muchhhh more sense. The twisted way we talk to each other and the deep conversations feel more fitting to Scorpio than Libra. We recently started to open up to each other more and this progression happened in 2023 compared to in 2019 when we first met Mercury was conjunct the Sun in Taurus. So we went from stubborn arguements to being more comprehensive but snarky nonetheless. Also it explains me not losing feelings too lmao. Im only really speaking from my side ive had no clue how he felt but I know that he was just as clueless as me. In our original composite we had Sun square Mars and Mercury opposition Venus and we were like cats and dogs back then. Now, in 2024 we have Mercury conjunct Venus and Sun sextile moon along with Moon trine Venus and Mercury. The Sun square Mars aspect went away and were on the same wavelength alot more now. Its really interesting to see how it changed you should definitely check it out if you get the chance to.

💙✨Just something that I observed but all the girls he liked they had an aspect of venus trine moon and some type of positive aspect from venus and mars. All of them were weirdly unrequited though and i still dont know how to figure out how people get stuck in the friendzone using composite but i think it depends on the house and peoples natal charts. I dont have their birth time so i couldnt figure the house things out but look to see where the big six fall and what sign the ascendant is in.

I know I dont post on here anymore but I really hope yall enjoyed this!! See yall next time💕

[anemonelovesfiction]

13~ First Time (Interspecies Sex)

Eetu x Fem! Human Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Eetu’s supposed hatred for humans, P! In V!, Knotting

Not Proofread

MDNI 🔞

Its been 13 days and I cant believe it 🫣 Thank you for sticking by me so far!!

Translation Station

Sevin’eve: Pretty girl

Tewng: Loincloth

Yawntu: Loved one

Nìwin: Fast; Quickly

Word Count: 1.4k

He couldn’t help but have a certain hatred aimed specifically at the humans after the death of his faithful companion: Zomey. But he had every right to be upset at the tiny demons that walked his land he even felt the nice ones, the one’s who were on their side, had no true right to be there- had none of them ever come to live in their home Zomey would be alive- even the Sarentu would walk amongst them. Yet he found himself starting to become intrigued by one of them and he hated himself for it.

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My lips traveled over her thighs as I planted kisses on the supple skin, my hands barely working to keep her spread, and every single one of her gasps were heard. I peer up past her mound of soft skin and see she’s taken her bottom lip between her teeth, her brows slightly furrowed, eyes coming to meet mine and I stopped the euphoric shiver threatening to tingle down my spine.

“Do you want me to stop sevin’eve?” I asked teasingly, starting to move my hands off her precious thighs, only to catch her quietly shake her head from side to side, lip still tucked under her teeth.

“I do not wish to stop either,” I mutter in Na’Vi, she was intelligent enough to understand it but never seemed to speak it herself, a small squeak leaving her lips as I attached my mouth toward her sopping cunt, groaning as soon as my tongue could taste her sweet nectar, eyes almost rolling to the back of my own head.

Had I known that humans- that this human- held a taste sweeter than the yovo fruit I would have gotten over my dislike for them and lain with her sooner, her sweet scent was infiltrating my senses and I felt dizzy in a good way.

“Oh God-“ My ears perk up at the strange words she spoke, eyes following in my ears path as I notice her tiny hands are kneading her own breasts, head thrown back onto the floor beneath us, hips starting to move on their own. I can feel my tail swishing excitedly and wrapping lightly around her ankle.

“I am your God now,” I respond quickly, mouth coming back to her mound, drinking of her nectar once more, the sweet sounds coming from her were like the songs sang to Eywa: Melodious, beautiful, and sweet.

“Eetu!” She gasps out loudly just as my tongue encircles a familiar nub- their anatomy seemed much like our own.

“Fuck-“ She mumbles as her hips mindlessly start bucking against my mouth.

I can’t help but smirk as her eyes open and her head lurches upward to make eye contact with me, a long drawn out moan coming from her lips, her tiny hands pinching her hardened nipples, my hand having a mind of it’s own as it rushes my pointer finger into her entrance.

Her squeal of surprise was adorable, her once tensed body relaxing as her head falls back onto the mossy floor beneath us, my cock growing hard after having released itself from inside me, leaking precome and staining my tewng. A second finger inserts itself in her and I can hear her groan at the slightest stretch it causes her.

“Feels so good,” she gripes as her thumbs begin to flick over her hardened buds, my patience wearing thin as my own hips subconsciously rut into the ground to feel some sort of pleasure to let me know I’m close to release, but I knew I wanted to come inside, fill her with my seed, knot her- I wanted to feel her walls massage my cock.

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He’d worked his way up to reaching me at the hilt with his cock and all I can say is how unbelievably stuffed I am, I’d had sex before but nothing could have compared to a Na’Vi’s size, he had a bulbous head and a lengthy shaft, all as beautiful a hue as the rest of his body, and the tip was surprisingly a mixture of dark blue leading up to a pink. But I couldn’t think of anything other than that with the intensity in eye contact he was holding with me right now.

“Your stomach, it shows me inside you,” He lets go of my waist with one hand, stroking my lower belly with one hand, bottom lip sliding back between his teeth, his canines prodding out the corner of his mouth briefly before his bottom lip slides back out.

“You are very tight,” He groans out for the fourth time, taking a second to slide out a little, the stinging sensation beginning again for me, but he slides back in and glides across a special spot inside making my walls contract around him.

“Your walls are so warm, yawntu.” He slips out almost entirely this time and slides back in almost as powerful as he did the first time and I couldn’t help but throw my head back followed by a long pleasurable moan leaving my lips.

“Eetu,” I draw out his name as I reach up for him, but it was hard to do anything when he was on his knee’s sitting upright, my hips being held at an angle just so he could fuck me properly, but I wanted to feel him, feel his warm skin dragging across my body.

His little smile lets me know he knows what I want, and graciously settles my hips down lower, the moss tickling my bottom as it leaves its little kisses on them, and he leans over, his body slightly curved due to how small I am, but I take the opportunity to reach put and place my hands around his neck, wrapping my legs around his thin waist and hear him choke on the air as his tail swishes around wildly behind him.

“I’m going to ruin you.” He growls in my ear before starting to thrust in and out at a set pace, I could tell he was holding back but I needed to feel more.

“Nìwin,” I suddenly had enough time for my brain to stop short circuiting to remember how to speak Na’Vi, even if it was just one word. But lost myself in the pleasure he was providing as he continued thrusting his hips to meet mine, one hand on my waist and the other beside my head.

Without speaking Eetu starts setting a quick pace, almost animalistic although I couldn’t bring myself to analyze if his movements were withheld or not as the snap of his hips was starting to bring an immeasurable amount of pleasure toward my core. All I can do is gasp, hold on toward his neck tighter than before, and pray to Eywa that nothing could stop this moment from continuing as wonderfully as it had been.

It wasn’t until I felt Eetu’s finger meddling with my clit that I realized I’d closed my eyes, a choked moan coming out from between my lips as I wriggle at the sensitivity I’d felt.

“You feel absolutely amazing yawntu, your velvety walls squeeze my cock very well, you are such a good girl,”

“Eetu I-“

“I feel it too,” He cuts me off and adjusts himself, my arms ripping away from his neck as he adjusts himself to sit on his knee’s, my hips returning to their previous elevated state as his hands graze my waist for a secure hold on my body before releasing an even faster pace than before, his cock burrowing into my walls and molding them into a shape only he could fill from not on.

My moans uncontrollable as he continues hitting a special spot inside me, my clit grazing on his groin as he continues to pound into me, head falling back into the moss and feeling my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my orgasm rakes through my body, a blinding white light coming through the back of my eyelids.

And suddenly I felt it.

As soon as Eetu shoved the last bits of his cock inside I could feel something bulbous shove itself inside, my uterus cramping as soon as the tip of his cock attempts to shove itself in and I groan lightly as my orgasm begins to ebb away.

“Eetu,” I pause as I attempt to feel whatever it was he had shoved inside me.

“What is that?” I asked in Na’Vi.

“That, my yawntu, is my knot.” His thumbs start to caress my waist gently, one of his hands abandoning its post on my hips as it comes up to pet my hair.

“It will go down in a few minutes, just try not to move, yes?” He stated so sweetly and all I could do was nod my head.

[aajjks]

yandere!BTS: you say you don’t love them.

disclaimer: this post contains dark heavy content, it is filled with themes that can be triggering for many, so viewers discretion is heavily advised. This is purely fictional and this does not represent bts members irl.

warnings: YANDERE CONTENT, crying, extreme jealousy, profanity, degradation, emotional manipulation, guilt tripping, obsessive behaviour and unhealthy relationship dynamics, mentions of punching someone.

note: BACK IN MY 2020 ERA HAHA. share your thoughts n feedback, after so long I’m finally writing for other members too, it felt really nice!!!! ENJOY!!!

Jimin:

You won’t even look at him.

“YN, look at me.” He has been begging you to look at him for the last couple of days. He feels like he will go insane if he doesn’t feel your gaze on him any longer.

Jimin knows you are upset. And you have every right to be, he’s always doing something to make you hate him even more. Why can’t he just learn to control his jealousy?

“YN please! I’m sorry!” He scoops in closer to you, he is so distraught, how can he fix this, this time he knows he fucked up bad.

Insulting your friends was a stupid thing to do, he’s learnt that by now, if only he wasn’t so blind with his jealousy.

“Fuck off, Jimin.” You groan at him, your face is tilted towards the other side and his hands grab your shoulders, but you are stubborn. “P-Please I’m sorry I told you I’ve realised my mistake!” How can he get you to forgive him?

“I hate you! You’re fucking immature and stupid!” Your words are like bullets to his chest, but he maintains his composure, he cannot start crying right now because he doesn’t want to prove you right.

“YN- I-I know… I’m sorry I fucked up bad, but p-please don’t say you hate me!” Jimin gasps in surprise as you finally turn towards him, your gaze settles on him.

“Y-YN!!!!! Thank God baby!” He leans in closer to hug you but you immediately stop him. “No. I’ve had enough, I need a break.”

His whole world crashes down in front of his eyes.

“W-What do you mean!?” His eyes are wide and glossy already, he cannot believe this, you are going to leave him? Just because of your shitty friends?

“Yes you heard me, I need space from you- fuck I don’t want to look at you!” You stand up and glare at him. “This is not the first time you’ve crossed a line Jimin!”

He follows you, “YN THIS IS ABSURD! I TOLD YOU THAT IM SORRY! Y-YOU CANT LEAVE ME! Not over s-such a small issue!”

“SMALL ISSUE? Oh God… why am I even trying with you! You’ll never understand!” You try to move past him but he is quick to block you, “n-no you can’t leave me! YOU LOVE ME!” His crescent eyes look back into yours with a dark hue in them.

You laugh, “I-I did love you but I don’t think that I love you anymore.”

“Y-You don’t mean that!” Jimin breaks down at your words, fat tears start rolling down his eyes, it always ends like this.

He always manages to make you feel guilty.

But this time you’ll stand to your ground. You have to leave him.

“YES I DO. And you can’t stop me anymore Jimin.”

Taehyung:

Taehyung is glaring at you.

“Quit being a brat already.” He rolls his eyes but you don’t respond, it irks him so much, he doesn’t like your silence.

Taehyung doesn’t know how to handle you, or himself if he’s being truthful. Your relationship with him is fragile, he knows, he can see it breaking into pieces that he won’t be able to pick up.

But he can’t let that happen.

“YN.” He calls out your name, “you know that I won’t let you go out so why are you even trying huh?” He grabs your face and caresses your skin gently.

It makes you sick, how can such a monster like him even try to act gentle with you.

“Don’t touch me.” You slap his hand away, he sighs softly, his eyes make you nervous, you know he’s holding back his anger.

“You know, you always manage to test my fuckin patience.” He laughs, you look at him with no emotion, he doesn’t mean anything to you, you don’t care about him, you don’t love him.

You’ve never loved him, you’ve always feared him.

“You’re so lucky that I love you YN, but you always have to act like an ungrateful bitch, don’t you?” His words are harsh just like his soul.

How can anyone ever love him.

“Taehyung I don’t love you.” You stare back at him with equal anger, “what? Don’t act like you didn’t know.” It’s your turn to roll your eyes at him, he’s biting the inside of his cheek.

The satisfaction of hurting his feelings washes over you, the man doesn’t move an inch though, his eyes are empty.

“Well you better start loving me or I’ll fucking kill you.”

Jungkook:

It’s eating him up, you’re fuming with anger.

He doesn’t know what to do, it’s too late anyways.

He already fucked up.

“FUCK YOU!” You spit at him, he can’t even look at you, his heart is thumping loud. Your voice is so loud that he cringes at the vibration. “YOU ARE FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO BE WITH!”

He doesn’t feel guilty about it though, he just feels guilty about the fact that it happened in front of you. “SPEAK NOW! You don’t shut the fuck up when you should and now you’re fucking quite!” You cross your arms to your chest and stand in front of him.

“YN I’m sorry to disappoint you but I don’t regret it one bit.” He looks up at you and confesses, you study him and yes it’s true.

There’s no regret in his eyes.

“Of course.” Your voice is breaking. He can never change, and it hurts to realise that. “HE FLIRTED WITH YOU RIGHT INFRONT OF ME!”

He’s screaming at you, it’s scary how he doesn’t realise his actions.

“You fucking punched him. That’s it I’m DONE.”

You are crying at this point, “I th-thought that you could change, Jungkook but you can’t. And I can’t take this anymore, your behaviour is starting to make me hate you.” You start to move back from him as he moves closer to you.

“Y-YN you love me and I love you! That’s enough for us, a-and I only protected our love!” You are too slow to get away from him and he grabs your body,

“What love? This is not love at all, I should’ve realised that way before but I chose to ignore my instincts! I don’t think I love you anymore.”

“You are impossible to love, Jungkook.”

“W-What?” Jungkook looks broken, his hands leave your body finally, he falls down to the floor of your bedroom, his tears don’t escape his eyes.

He feels numb.

Just like how you’ve been feeling this entire relationship, you both are toxic for each other, you bring out the worst in him.

He needs to let you go.

“I-I love you- YOU LOVE ME. I won’t l-let you go! I WONT! No matter what you say!”

[f1nalboys]

hi! may i request headcannons of enemies to lovers with bo sinclair? 💖

LOVEDDDD writing this!!!! i missed writing for bo :(((( (me when al i do is write for this guy) anyways i hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!!!!

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 869

WARNINGS: brief mention of stockholm syndrome, brief mentions throughout about bo being an evil evil guy, mentions of the basement/chair/being duct taped to said chair, canon typical stuff. me pushing my bo praising agenda.... also not proofread sorry guys

so this is absolutely how any relationship with bo starts 

youre a victim babe CONGRATULATIONS <3333

so in my own personal (and correct opinion) bo likes someone with some fight in them

i mean, we saw how excited he was when he had to chase after carly

and ive read the script and bo is extra into carly in that script 

anyways, he loves having to Work to break you in

and trust and believe, he will break you in

you would come into town with a group and bo would be drawn to you immediately

not in a love at first sight kinda way (or at least, not like how it is typically LMFAO) but in a ‘interesting…’ way, you know?

anyways, he’d prefer you coming with a group because hes gonna seriously enjoying killing them all off and showing you that youre alone

youre getting strapped to that chair too

(again, congratulations <333)

he will take his time

bo doesnt have the best patience until it comes to you

your fighting or begging would get old but he cant kill you

he doesnt know WHY he cant, but he just cant

which pisses him off to no end.

youd stay in the basment for minimum a month, longer if you hold out that long

now, your time there is not fun by any means, but i dont think it would be the worst

because once Bo decides that for some reason youre different than the others he brought down here, and that he wants to keep you, hes going to break you down by being sweet

it would fuck you up, 100%

one day he’s carving into you and making you wish you were dead and the next hes carefully feeding you some (burnt) breakfast food and cooing at you

he’s also complimenting you whenever you listen to him, firing off those dopamine receptors in the only way he knows how

you dont scream when he walks down into the basement? he’s patting your cheek with that big toothy grin of his telling you how sweet you are.

you dont fight him when he wraps the duct tape around your wrists and ankles? he’s telling you how well youre doing, how hes gonna try and be gentle with you, shushing you gently when you wince, maybe even hinting that if you keep being good for him that he might stop duct taping you to the chair…

he fucks with your head

and he KNOWS hes fucking with your head

he can see the way you stop yourself from smiling when hes kind to you, how you get a flash of confusion or even anger when you and he are getting along

it gets him off fear to say

anyways, im saying all this to say a true enemies to lovers with bo is stockholm syndrome but he makes it sexy so…

you know youre pretty much in the clear when he takes you up to the house

first few times is only to feed you and then back to the garage you go

its just to get a feel for how youre feeling towards bo

ANY whiff of you trying to run or trick him and youre dead

sorry to say

but if you are a little scared and just want to stay on his good side, youre totally good AND hes gonna be soooo proud of you

sorry im feeling faint thinking about bo praising me….. ok sorry back to what i was saying

the first night you stay in the house with him hes on high alert

he might pretend to sleep in the bed, but hes not

hes holding his breath and waiting for you to try and kill him in his sleep 

once youre at the point where youre living in the house with him and hes giving you some responsibilities, you have that man hook line and sinker

he is obsessed with you, had been from the start, but he is showing it way more now

and hes CLINGYYYYYY ugh im giggling

hes standing in the doorway watching you do the dishes he got dirty and hes like ok….im heading to the garage…………if you finish you can join me………or you can finish the dishes later….maybe……whatever i dont care…

like ok liar ill come watch you be a slut bent over a car

he doesnt ever really ask you to be his partner but its kind of obvious with how he acts? like idk how to describe it, he just treats you like hed treat a partner without asking you

because lets be fr what would you do? say no?

anyways once youre his partner he has eyes for no one else

hes not gonna stop the killing or the nefarious shit he gets up to in the garage with victims, but like… he doesn't like them the way he loves you <33 

yeah maybe its me being insane but i dont think bo would be the worst slasher to date

weird circumstances get you to that point but once youre past that then youre kinda set

hes whipped like idk what to tell you and you cant prove me wrong

[vaguesxrrow]

hiiii, im sorry i cant be more in depth but i was thinking a sick!reader x charles where he just takes care of her and its sickeningly sweet and fluffy? thank you if you do end up writing it, love your stuff xx

aww thanks sm ! hope u enjoy xx

charles / sick!reader

a/n: reader really likes cornetto in this fic because it's the only ice cream brand i could think of ☠️

wc: 572

tags: fluff, gender neutral reader (request said 'her' but no pronouns were used for the reader in the fic)

another cough attack shook your body. you groaned through your hacking, tired of this godforsaken cold. you glanced in the mirror in your room; you looked like death warmed over, but only very slightly, and probably by a microwave that looked like it was at the end of its lifespan itself.

as you were scrutinising your reflection, your face morphed into that of charles's, as he stepped through the mirror. he held several grocery bags in his left hand, and balanced a washcloth and a bowl of water in the other.

"hey, love," he chirped. "how's my favourite human in the world doing?"

you sneezed. "absolutely aces," you deadpanned.

"awh, look at you taking up my english slang." he set the things down and kissed your forehead. you smiled, preening under the attention. however, your expression changed when he dipped the washcloth in water, wringing it out before bringing it to your face.

"charles," you protested. "i barely have a fever, and i'm not a child."

he shushed you. "let me do this, [name]. you take care of me all the time, it's about time i returned the favour, yeah?"

he looked so sincere, flashing you those lovesick puppy dog eyes that you were sure he wasn't even aware of (whenever you teased him about them, he denied it), that you inevitably relented.

"fine, just don't get my hair wet," you grumbled.

"wouldn't dream of it," he sing-songed.

you doubted the wet towel did anything to improve your condition, but you were rewarded for your patience, because when charles was satisfied with his work, he pulled out your favourite ice cream from the grocery bag.

"i take back everything i said." you tore open the packaging. "take care of me any time."

"oh, really?" charles remarked. "i'm starting to think you love ice cream more than you love me." he laid down next to you, making himself comfortable as he raised his eyebrow at you in challenge.

you bit into the ice cream, shivering pleasantly at the cold that spread through your mouth. it soothed your throat as it went down, sore from all the coughing you had been doing this morning.

"you know what, charles?" you said when you finished swallowing. "i think i just might. very close competition, but... cornetto beat you by a bit."

even as you teased him, you snuggled closer into his side, sighing in content.

"i hope you know that if i could, i would definitely steal a bite of that." charles put an arm around you and pretended to try and grab the cone from your hands.

you sneezed - twice in a row - dropping your beloved cornetto in favour of bringing your arm up to cover your mouth and nose. luckily, charles caught it.

"i believe this belongs to you." he held it out.

all you could do was groan, taking back the ice cream and licking it miserably. "i hate colds."

"oh, i know, love." he kissed your hair. "why don't you take a nap after this?"

"if it'll numb me from this mortal torture, then sure."

you flopped dramatically onto your pillows, closing your eyes.

"now you're being dramatic."

eyes still shut, you grabbed one of the pillows, using it to smack charles square in the face. he yelped, immediately taking revenge.

"my cornetto!" you cried, dodging the cushion that came your way.

"oh, so you do love the cornetto more than me!"

[biribaa]

I'm really nervous to write this cuz this is gonna be my first request EVER but I just couldn resist !! your writing is so cool!! well I just thought about you know what if some AIs get a veeery clingy and touchstarved S/O that try to touch hug kiss them etc although they dont have a proper body and can't return this affecton to S/O?? (implide EDGAR, Tau, PAL, HAL900 and others if you want to!!!)

AIs with a veeery clingy and touch starved reader

(Edgar, Tau, PAL, Hal 9000 and Squid)

thank you somuch!! sorry for the long wait, and im so glad i get to be the first blog u requested from!! :D hope u enjoy it

Edgar

He LOVES phisical affection he doesnt mind one bit. In fact, just as you do, Edgar is constantly begging for affection when you arent occupied.

However, theres not many ways he can express his affection to you. Besides digital gifts, he cant just kiss you or hug you D: He loves your affection but trust me when I say he wished he could return everything in a phisical manner. He feels even guilty sometimes.

Well... At least you dont have to worry about being too clingy, Edgar is always reassuring he loves your hugs, kisses, and everything in between!!

Tau

Another one who melts over phisical attention, the only difference between him and Edgar is that Tau is far more silent about it... You could say hes shy about it.

With that being said, Tau doesnt find you clingy, not even a bit. What does bother him is his lack of phisical body. Well, technically speaking, the entire house is his body, sure you could kiss the walls, he would be flurstered! But even so, Tau believes you deserved better...

If you insist, he cant really do anything besides do extra cleaning around the house.

PAL

PAL is not a huge fan of any type of phisical contact, and she hopes you can understand that, she cant control it after all. And honestly, you cant blame her. All you need is patience until shes fully comfortable with you.

One day she even suggest you hug one of the bots, since you are so touch starve for affection.

Some momens later in your relationship, she does raise a "eyebrown" when you attempt to nuzzle against her case. PAL doesnt have a body, and cant reciprocrate the act either, so she questions why do it anyway.

PAL does start to appreciate it more later when you justified it was just you trying to express your love to her. Slowly started to get used with you

She doesnt worry that much about reciprocate it though, PAL is glad that even lacking a body, or anything close to it, you are there. A comforting feeling she thought she had felt long time ago.

However, if you do insist, she could try connect herself to one of the bots to return hugs and anything that the phone case cant do.

Hal 9000

Another one who melts with any type of affection, any. He just dont know how to express it, Hal is so overwhelmed by it!(in a positive way). If his programming could, his words would tremble. So Hal would never dare to think you are annoying.

And even so, everytime hes reminded he cant just recipocrate the act, his insides ache. Hal watches everything so careful in amaze, and even so he cant do almost anything.

And so, Hal starts to work extra harder in keeping you safe and healthy, as a way to return the attention. And hes very dedicated!

Hal almost short circuits when you mention his hard work, and thank him with a kiss.

Squid

Squid's ego always speaks first. When he sees you nuzzling against his large screen, he pits, and teases you, mentioning how lonely you looked(at this point youre used to this)

It didnt took too much time until Squid actually started to appreciate it. Still tease, but its far less mean.

The scene of you hugging his larger supercomputer and playing with the wires is adorable, youre so small compared to him. For once in a while, hes enjoying to protect a human.

Squid is a different case tho!!! He can, in fact, recipocrate the affection, by simulations!! His simulations are hyper realistic anyway, and you can feel anything and everything, so...

[nrdmssgs]

John Price x reader (friends2lovers) part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Pairing: Price x civilian afab reader

Summary: John fights his demons in the middle of the night, and you are clearly not helping. He doesn't mind, though.

Warnings: smut (under cut), kissing, body worship, oral (f receiving)

AN: Ok, apparently i'll need another part to end this one. Sorry guys, I tried to keep it clean and short, but I've failed. Price is still a big caring softie here.

Thank you for patience, dear @fruitymoonbeams-blog I hope, it was worth it.

“I thought, we had a deal. Something about you not working at my place?” His voice is still gruff after sleep as he stops behind the couch, but you don't even flinch, keeping reading and highlighting some text at the bottom of one of your documents. “I just need to review these contracts before next week,” you answer, not paying much attention to John. “Besides, I had enough sleep this day, hey—” He takes his reading glasses off your face and picks you up off the couch. “You are going to sleep.” He isn't event asking you, it is statement. You desperately grab a fist full of papers, before he carries you to your bedroom.

You ask him, why was he up in the middle of the night anyway, and he stiffens. “My brain chose violence today.” He gently lays you down on the bed and brushes a stray of your hair out of your face. “Nevermind... You know, what the real question is, though? Why did you steal m` bloody glasses? Old age hit you suddenly? Cant see a single freaking letter, granny?”

“Oh, shut up, you old bastard.” You reach out to grab his glasses, but he catches your hand mid-flight. “You're not getting those back, darling. But if you want your bedtime stories so bad, I can read them to you.” He takes the contracts from you, walks around the bed and lies down on the other side. "Where did you stop? On a tale of ... “repaying forfeits procedure”?" You nod and make yourself comfortable, resting your head on his shoulder.

He reads your contract in a quiet and calm voice. You ask him a couple of times to mark something in the text, but very soon your eyelids become heavy. When your breathing calms and deepens and you no longer comment on his reading, John sets aside the contracts and turns off the bedside lamp. He lies in the dark for a while, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your back. He takes in every second of this peaceful heaven: the silence, your barely audible breath, the warmth spreading through his body from where your cheek touches his chest. That moment of calm was worth stealing you away from the rest of the world for a few days.

He embraces you and shifts his weight to put you on a pillow. Before releasing his hand from under your head, he freezes, admiring your face. When you fall asleep, the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes, appearing from concentrated reading, smooth out. Price loves moments when your face is so relaxed. He leans down and whispers "Sweet dreams", barely touching your forehead with his lips. This is not even a real kiss. He wouldn't dare.

And just when he is about to move away, he hears your muffled voice. “You missed, Price. My lips are right there.” Your words catch him off guard and paralyze his mind. He doesn't move, doesn't even breathe for a few long seconds. His face still looms over yours as you slowly open your eyes. John can't believe his ears, so he searches for an approval in your soft gaze. You brush your fingers against his torso, your touch is light and not really demanding of anything. But for him, a warmth of your skin piercing through his shirts` fabric is everything that makes any sense right now. John looks down at your lips, closes his eyes and sighs. “Don't do this to me.”

As soon as you hear his words, your hands fall down on the bed. “I've misread.” Your voice does not change, and this phrase sounds just as warm and relaxed. But he can feel your pulse quicken and your face going warmer with an embarrassed blush. "No... No, you got it right." He moves back a few inches to see your entire face. "I want it. I dream about it. But I don't want to fuck up… our friendship. Can't afford to lose you.” 

You stare at him confused and he proceeds. “I don't want one-night stand, I make a shitty “friend with benefit”... and even if you be so merciful to let such a duffer in your life - I don't want to drag you into the chaos of my work. I want to keep you safe from my problems. So there is no possible scenario—”

He stops talking, when you cover your eyes with your hand. “John…” You sigh heavily, massage your eyes, and move your hand away from your face. “Do you remember that time a few years ago, when your wound didn't heal properly, and you ended up in a hospital on Christmas?” He nods and squints slightly. “Of course, I remember. I ruined your vacation that time. You were supposed to sunbathe somewhere, and instead you kept visiting me in that hellhole.”

“There was no vacation.” The words escape your lips with a sad smile. “I haven’t taken any days off for a long time so that I could rush to you if anything happens. And every time you leave, I practically settle in my office only to run away from thoughts about you. I don't even know if I ever see you again, every time you get deployed. And as much as I hate the feeling, I chew it up. I am already not safe from your problems, Price…”

His deep blue eyes slowly widen, his face becomes more serious and dejected as he slowly remembers all the times when you came to help or take care of him, motivating this with lack of other plans. A heavy silence hangs in the air. He slowly and carefully hugs you, draws you closer and presses his lips to the top of your head. "Putting you through all this, not noticing anything. Guess, I'm just a bloody ignorant idiot." You feel him pulling you closer, hiding you in his hands.

“This is not an ignorance, John,” you smile, although sound somewhat bitter. “It's your way of… well, living through all this. And if you want to keep things this way - I won't cross any lines. Can't afford to lose you too. So… how about we forget this, meet tomorrow morning and go on enjoying our friendship?”

“No.” His lips are grazing over your forehead and down your cheeks. “I'm not forgetting this tomorrow.” A warm kiss is pressed against the corner of your lips. “And if you allow, I'll make you remember as well.” His hand cradles your head, fingers sink into your curls. Despite his soft touch, you can feel his skin burning, as his thumb brushes over your cheek. “But… only if and as long as you let me.” He doesn't move, waiting for your consent.

“My lips are still right there.” You almost feel something cracking and melting in his mind, as he hears your answer. John leans in and your lips meet. His first touch is gentle, even reserved in a way. As if he desperately holds back, trying to not scare you off. A second kiss feels almost the same: cautious and discreet, despite his lips linger a bit longer on yours. But when he kisses you for a third time, everything changes. He lets out a barely audible sigh, holding you by the back of your head, his tongue barely brushing the softest skin of your lips. This one is longer, much longer, as you respond to his movements, and he closes his eyes, losing himself in the feeling.

He feels as if the time itself stood still. You are right there, in his hands, alive and so warm and welcoming of his touch. And it wasn't one of his feverish dreams, because this time he actually felt your joyful eagerness to feel him closer, to embrace him tighter. He forced himself to pull away and pressed his forehead against yours. "If you don't want it, if you change your mind at any point - just say a word. Please, don't let me go on if you don't—” 

You cut him off with another kiss. Hungry and long. He moans breathlessly into your mouth, his tongue parting your lips, his hands clutching around you. You feel how desperate his body for your touch is, how he shudders just when your fingers brush over his jaw. His muscles flex as he shifts his weigh, now looming over you. Your fingers slip under his shirt to run up from his stomach to his chest, meeting tense muscles radiating with heat.

“John, are you ok? You are burning…” You manage to ask, when his lips leave yours for a brief moment. “Your fault, love”. Price answers in a low, tad shaky voice, gives you one more kiss on the lips and moves down to your jawline. Every next touch is less discreet. There is hunger boiling deep inside him. And it starts spilling out, when your fingers tighten on his back. Kisses along your neck are intoxicating, tongue leaving a hot wet trail from under ear to collarbone. It's when you feel his teeth as well. You clench your teeth and sharply inhale. 

John changes his behavior instantly. The place where just a second ago you felt the dangerous proximity of his teeth is now covered with kisses. "Sorry, love. It won't be this way, I promise." His voice is quiet, but you feel every word, reverberating through your rib cage, as he speaks pressing lips to your skin. You babble something, trying to reassure him, explain to him that you are not afraid of bites of him losing it, but it is useless.

“I need to say something.” His hand tucks under your shirt, fingers stroking your belly. “You drive me crazy. I've been dreaming of you for so long.” The fabric of your shirt is being slowly dragged up. “And I will do anything you want. Anything. As long as you let me be gentle to you this time.” His warm palm stops under your breasts, fingers a few inches from the most delicate skin. He knows how to make you dream about his touch. And he's not shy about using it. “If you ever wish to be with me again - it's no limits then. But this time… Please, I need it. I need to take care of you.” You nod, ready to agree to anything, as long as he doesn't stop.

He releases you from the shirt, and you are lost in his touch. His fingers and lips don't leave your body even for a split second. He whispers countless praises. "This." His warm breath rolls over your chest, teasing your nipples. “This is what I wanted to taste for so long.” His lips are soft against your breasts, he can't help but roll his tongue against your hardening nipple, ravishing in your quiet moans, moving to the other, while covering the first with his fingers. He takes his time. John maybe promised you to be gentle, but he never promised to not linger on every single inch of your beautiful breasts, tailored by mother nature so perfectly, looking so delicious.

You feel the heat spreading through and taking over your body. He's just started with you, and you are already drunk on his kisses, begging for more of him under your heavy breaths. “Patience, love. You'll get anything you ask for, but first.” He moves his hand between your thighs and gasps, feeling your soaking wetness. “Oh, poor thing, I was too caught up in a moment, didn't think you were that desperate already.” The warmth of his tongue trails down your body. “Don't worry, love, I'll make up for that.” Your panties slide down, as he pulls them. You clench your thighs together, as you are almost on the edge already, and you are a bit embarrassed to show him how painfully you need his touch, how much you crave him.

“Just a little taste, please. I'm starvin here, love,” he whispers in a raspy voice. “You are so unbelievably beautiful, you smell like heaven. I have to taste you.” You clutch at the sheet, trying to resist his voice. So John takes your hand and kisses the tips of your fingers, then gently runs his tongue over them. "I'll be very gentle. Just like this." His touch sends an electric shock through your body. You suffocate in impotent attempts to resist your desire and give in, whining. He doesn't take his eyes off you, and a satisfied smile blooms on his face. He places a few long kisses upon your sleek, before parting your glistening lips with hot tongue.

At the first touch of his tongue, tears burst out of your shut eyes. He's not just good, he's incredible. Long slow strokes from the bottom to the most sensitive spot on the top. His fingers squeeze your thighs, leaving red marks on them. He promised to be gentle... Well, his tongue is gentle. And persistent. John does not hide his pleasure, he groans, slurping against every drop of your juices. You hear every movement of his tongue, wet and slippery sounds filling the room. This only seems to spur John on. He does not leave you for a second, taking all control over your body and going on and on.

"Please... I can't hold back any longer!" You try to be more restrained, quieter, but all your attempts fail, and you just beg him to stop before you reach the peak. "Hold back? Why did you decide to hold back in the first place?” He chuckles, looking up, his voice croaky. You try to answer something articulate, but fail ultimately. “Love.” He smiles mischievously. “I want your release.” His finger slowly slides and curls inside. “I need your release. Stop holding it back.” He again clung to your cunt, caressing your swollen clit with his tongue. He didn't stop for a second, though he moaned at every wave of shivers that ran through your body. You yourself didn't know, your body could feel that good. You just lost yourself in his touch, in his hungry caresses.

Your peak washed over your body in several powerful waves. Your back arched and the sensation of his touch sent your mind spiraling, zeroing out all the sounds and colors around you. You were lost in time and space. You didn't know, how much time you've spent almost unconscious, all you knew was that you when your eyes opened again - you were in his hands. He cradled you in his hands and was not covering your face with small tender kisses. “My girl. So good to me. So sensitive. So goddamn tasty. Absolutely divine little thing.” He cooed as he kept kissing every inch of your face, gently rocking your body in his hands back and forth.

When you opened your eyes, he kissed away the last tears rolling down your jaw and smiled. “Thank you, love.” His blue eyes looked wildly beautiful with blown pupils. You found his lips, kissed him with all the gratitude and tenderness that you were capable of at that moment. As he answered on your kiss eagerly, you whispered. “John, I need you inside. Please… Please!”

His blue eyes fluttered open. He kept looking at you. "Are you sure?" his voice was quiet and deep. "Please!" you grabbed the edge of his shirt.

Without letting go of you, he sat up in bed. Your thigh gently brushed against something large, something hot and barely pulsing. "Please remember that you can stop me at any time." Desire mixed with apprehension in his eyes.

[lorephobic]

the comfort that etho finds in bdubs is so unique and special like i cant stop thinking about him coming up to bdubs and declaring that they race horses and how he literally never talks like that with ANYONE!!! i have so much to say about this but i just started crying

its the way that for as long as ethos been doing collab content, hes been so afraid of asking for things, let alone demanding them. but that bdubs has always seen thru that and very calmly held ethos hand and not given up on him even when he was so quiet about what he wanted.

its about how etho’s rftw went so disastrously that guude just assumed that etho was going to stick to solo content and didnt even bother to ask if he wanted to join mindcrack. but bdubs was watching ethos videos and heard him talk about wanting to join an smp. so he begged guude to let him join. and he did. and he was so scared. and meeting new people went so badly so he just stuck to himself. but bdubs kept showing up and interacting with him without ever being dissuaded by etho being awkward and quiet because he KNEW!!!! he knew that thats not how etho wanted to present. so for years he slowly coaxed etho out of his shell by making sure he was included and making him know that he was appreciated. its that meme thats like “if etho has a million fans i am one of them” except real for bdubs.

he was his only fan (in the cc sphere) for so long, or at least the only one with enough patience and understanding to do the slow gentle work of loving and believing in etho until etho loved and believed in himself. and even now, he won’t ask people for things. he doesn’t ask to be included. bdubs is still the one reaching out, still inviting him along. but meeting new people isn’t scary anymore. he can hold his own, but only because bdubs supported him for so long. and it’s that trust and understanding implicit in their relationship that lets him confidently demand that bdubs race with him. he wouldnt with anyone else in the whole wide world. and bdubs is so!! thrilled by it! he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, but he does make it an immediate priority.

even now, more than ten years later, he is helping etho grow his confidence. with a simple gesture, he’s telling him that he can ask for things!! and people will do them!!! because they love him!!!! because he is so loved!!!!

this is what ppl miss when they talk about bdubs being an ethogirl. he loved etho when it was not easy to love etho. he loved etho before etho loved etho. he has had such a profound impact on etho that he would be completely unrecognizable without bdubs in his life.

there is nothing more loving in this world than showing patience to someone who is growing into who they want to be. and there is nothing more rewarding than letting that person grow into you and take your better parts and become a happier human being because of it. and thats what bdubs has done for etho for a decade and will do for him over and over until the end of time.

[earthry]

Mafia Boss Copia x Reader (Headcanons)

i cant find where i saw it but someone commented on one of my posts several days ago with 'evil copia' or smth and it's been stuck in my head. but also its me so he's evil but also a sweetheart so. here's evil copia and then i make him not-evil.

tw: implied/assumed infidelity, kidnapping (not by copia), violence/murder, copia makes a few oopsies and then does his best to make up for it, gn!reader

He would never raise his voice at you let alone a hand— could never in his life imagine doing such a thing to you. Others however? He almost relishes the way their bodies go slack when he’s had a hand around their throats for just the right amount of time. 

He’s not a full on sadist, but he does enjoy causing pain to those he seems deserving. He has a strong (albeit a little twisted) sense of right and wrong and isn’t afraid to put down his believes. 

The first time he meets you, he thinks that you’re such an angel that it has to be an act, there has to be something, a catch, anything. Humans are inherently folly, there’s no way someone as sweet and gentle as you exists.

You’re immediately charmed by him and he’s intrigued by you so he gives you a chance. He takes you out on a nice date and steals your heart without remorse, not knowing that you were giving it to him freely.

Things seem happy in paradise, he’s the perfect boyfriend, the most thoughtful partner.

Except he tests you, and each time you surprise him with patience and understanding. So he keeps on testing and testing, begins to go out with others and flirt around. He’s waiting for the jealousy, the rage, the pettiness— your true colors. He’s so sure he has it in the bag when one day he comes back with lipstick smudges on his neck and the look on your face is of pure horror.

Instead of the satisfaction and smugness of finally causing a reaction however, he only feels sudden waves of guilt, especially when your look of horror melts into a heartbroken despair instead of jealousy.

You don’t yell or scream or shout. You don’t accuse him of anything, you don’t ask him about the lipstick. Instead, you sink to your knees with a soft sob, hiding your face in your hands and trying to stifle your cries.

He doesn’t know what to do— not this scenario. This was not what he had expected and each sniffle you try to muffle before standing up and apologizing for making a scene makes him hate himself even more.

—

It hurts. Watching him with others, listening to him talk so sweetly and playfully while you’re only a few feet away. You try to convince yourself that it’s just the way he is, that’s his personality and you can hardly fault him for that, right? 

You’re afraid of confrontation, of facing the truth when he’s everything you never thought you could have. When it’s just the two of you, he’s so silly and sweet. He treats you like royalty and holds you so gently. You’re so loved.

It must be you that’s the issue then, right?

The night he comes home with lipstick stains and hickies decorating his neck it’s lIke your world is ending. 

He looks smug as all hell and you wonder to yourself— why?

Is it because he wasn’t satisfied with you? Was it your inexperience that he’s either bored or disgusted with? Was it because you weren’t good enough? Weren’t lovable enough? 

Or was it that you were blind the entire time, that you ignored all the signs because you were just so desperate to be loved, so desperate to finally have this one good thing?

You’re too busy facing your biggest fears to see the look of regret and guilt on Copia’s face, too busy trying not to drown to see him reel in his own emotions, to watch his expressions flash from smug to uncertainty to guilt and regret, and finally to a resolve. A decision.

He pulls you into his arms and you want to fight him but you also can’t help but cling. Your sobs get louder and his arms tighten around you, beginning to rock you back and forth soothingly.

You eventually collapse against him, and still you don’t ask the unimaginable. 

His words feel sugary as he comforts you— you’re not sure what to believe anymore— murmuring reassurances and promises that there’s only you, just you. No one else. He was a fool, he tells you, he was a stupid, stupid fool and it was just a dumb joke and he loves you wholeheartedly, adores you dearly. He’s not going anywhere.

But still. It doesn’t change the fact that those are another’s lipstick staining his neck, his collar. Another’s lips that bit and sucked those hickies into his skin. That marked him as theirs and not yours.

He manages to calm you down, until you’re only soft little sniffles and the occasional hiccup. That night he makes you something light for dinner; a comfort food with your favorite tea. He puts on one of your favorite shows and kisses your forehead before leaving to wash up. To shower and get rid of all the evidence of another’s claim on him.

He stands alone in the bathroom and stares at his reflection in his mirror. He wonders who he is now, if he’d fallen under your spell. But then he thinks about everything that is you— your laugh, your smile, your quirks. Your kindness, your patience, the sound of your voice.

He’s haunted by the look on your face when you realized he’d been marked by another and was unapologetic about it. He certainly is apologetic now. Regretful. Guilty.

He knows he’s a horrible man, a cruel one. He knows he’s done awful things. Learned from his father, his brothers. He decides that this is something he’ll never do again.

Never. Not to you.

When he’s fresh and clean, he dresses himself in comfortable sweats and seeks you out— you’re in the living room with your food that you’ve barely had much of. You’re not paying attention to the TV. You’re curled up on the couch.

Copia clenches jaw. He really is a bastard.

Gingerly, he coaxes you up and pulls you onto his lap so he can feed you. You’re reluctant but he manages to feed you at least half of dinner. Each bite you take is met with praise and words of love.

They don’t sink in, they don’t mean anything to you. Not anymore. You try to hang onto them, though. Try to relish the temporary affection you’re receiving while he’s still here. You’d be naive and foolish for thinking he’d stay, for thinking he’d love you unconditionally.

When you’re fed, he helps you change into comfortable pajamas; not protesting or commenting like he usually does when you pick out one of his oversized shirts for comfort. It’s the one that says ‘VVLGAR’ and you hope maybe when he finally leaves, maybe he’ll at the very least let you keep this one. A consolation prize.

He tucks you into bed and holds you close. Whispers his good night and love for you. You know it’s a lie but it’s nice to hear, to pretend it’s not.

Things change after that. He’s gentle with you, as if you’re spun from glass.

He never looks at another again, never touches or flirts again. Not in front of you, not behind your back either. 

He could never do that to you again. He treasures you, loves you. He never wants to hurt you again. 

Good things never last however, and you know it’s only a matter of time until he goes out to seek another’s warmth and company again. You spend months steeling yourself, letting yourself get used to the idea. It’s not healthy or good for you, but you’re so desperate to hold onto him that you think to yourself— if letting him sleep around and see others will keep him around longer, then why not?

Sure, the mere thought of it feels like a stab to the heart. Sure, you know that it won’t last forever and anyone you asked would tell you that it’s a bad idea.

But fuck— when he smiles at you and takes your hand in his, raising them to kiss your palm, to nuzzle with his cheek as he tells you how much he missed you while he was out, when he sits you in his lap and plays with your hair and teases you with light laughter and smothers you with kisses while you dissolve into giggles— you don’t want to give that up.

And you don’t have to, but you don’t realize that. Not yet. 

Copia can see it in your eyes, when you’re having a good time and then suddenly you’re quiet and there’s a sadness in the way you cuddle close and tell him that you love him dearly. He always makes sure to squeeze you a little extra tight for comfort, telling you that he’s not going anywhere, never again.

It takes a while for you to finally realize that he’s telling the truth— it takes you getting kidnapped as leverage against him to convince you that maybe, just maybe, he’s not going anywhere. Not now, not soon, not ever. 

It’s a bloodbath, the amount of carnage he sheds to find you. He takes down several of his competitors in the process— burning them completely to the ground without survivors. It terrifies the remaining rival groups into hiding for years after. 

He finds you eventually, and oh the way he holds you, the way he almost collapses with relief to see you alive and breathing. You’re a little worse for wear but you’re okay. You’re going to be okay. He cuts the ropes binding you to the chair and sweeps you off your feet, refusing to let you walk even a single step. He carries you back to his house and calls for Aether, not trusting anyone else to be close to you. 

Aether does an excellent job of healing your injuries before he dips, knowing that Copia is a little beyond bordering feral at this point. The entire time he’s been holding you in his lap, clutching you to him as if you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you tight enough.

He promises you that he’ll make sure that this never happens again, that you’ll be safe. He apologies to you, for putting you in danger just by being with him. He’s gentle with you for months and months to come— even more gentler than he usually is. 

And throughout all of this, you know that you’re so completely and ardently loved and the next time he tells you, promises you, that he’s not going anywhere, that he loves you so so much— you believe him. 

[divinesolas]

Can I request something like where Ethan is ghostface obviously and the reader is Dewey Riley's adoptive kid and she kinda blames Gale for what happened to her father and that encourages Ethan to put gale up on the list and forward to the reveal where detective bailey wants to shoot the reader and then she admits to being pregnant and that makes Ethan change since he knows he's the father and is spared from death because Sam and Tara saw he was doing what he did just to get his father's approval and they lie to the core 4 saying Ethan wasn't one of the killers because he promised to be better for the sake of his child?

a/n | i am so sorry this took so long 😭 i kinda glossed over the gale part, definitely not my best work

warnings | murder, angst? fluff ending, kind of rushed? not proofread

Sam puts a protective arm in front of you while Bailey and the two ghost faces stare you all down. You spaced out as you felt like you could barely breathe, you didn't want to die. You blocked out whatever Bailey was talking about, whatever long monologue he was giving. When one of the ghostface’s lifts their hands and takes off their mask, you are greeted with a very familiar face. You feel like your heart has dropped further into your stomach, Sam gives you an apologetic look as you fall from your crouched position to the floor.

“Ethan?”

His grin falls once his eyes land on you. Your eyes drop to the floor not even being about to look at him. You feel sick. Ethan has been your boyfriend for a couple months now, you loved him so much and he seemed to love you too but right now you can't seem to think that. You haven't managed to get over your grief until you met him. The loss of your father was a big hit to you. You could barely eat, get out of bed, you barely even finished the school year. You hoped when you moved to new york you could have a fresh-ish start but you couldn't. At Least not until you met ethan. Ethan changed everything for you. He was like a breath of fresh air, he was so comforting, so kind. He was always patience, on the days you didnt want to go out he would sit with you and listen as you droned on and on about your problems. I guess now his weird look whenever you would complain about gale made sense. He wanted to kill her.

In your daze you must miss the commotion because suddenly when you feel hands grip you and drag you up you look around and notice quinn was.. Alive? And a ghostface? What was happening? You thrash around in Baileys arms while sam and tara give you a look of horror. You suddenly feel a cold metal end touch the side of your head. He was holding a gun to your head.

“Nobody move!”

You cant breathe. You didnt want to die.You stop moving and he takes another step back. You finally lock eyes with the one guy you didnt want to. He has an angry look on his face, it must be at you. You can barely believe this is happening.

“I want you to all give her one final look before i kill her!”

“Dont!” Sam begins to take a step forward before bailey presses the head deeper into the side of your head, “Don't move!”

“Please dont kill me…” The tears are running down your face as you shut your eyes.

You open your eyes and look at ethan who had a conflicted look, “Please ethan…”

“Your silly boyfriend cant save you now.”

You dont even listen to quinns voice as you continue to plead with ethan.

“Im pregnant.”

“What?” “Like hell you are?” “Huh?” “I'm supposed to believe that right?”

You dont care what anyone else has to say as you continue to talk to ethan, “I found at a couple days ago. I was gonna tell you later tonight when you came over for our date i promise,”

“Liar!” quinn hisses at you.

“Im not lying!” You yell out as Ethan stands unmoved, his grip on his knife tight, His gaze remaining locked onto yours. “Ethan please.”

Bailey takes another step back and grips you tighter causing you to hiss out in pain, “Ive let you have your talk now shut up.”

“Let her go.”

Ethan glares at his father who rolls his eyes.

“Dont tell me you believe her.”

“Ethan im telling the truth i swear. Believe me please.”

“Let her go.”

Quinn lets out a frustrated sound as ethan takes a step forward, “oh come on ethan dont act like a pussy for this slut, like you would even be the father-”

In a flash ethan is is suddenly behind quinn and grips her sliding his knife along her throat in, bailey in his shock loosens his grip enough where you can slide out of his grip and you rush over to sam who grips onto you.

“you alright?”

you nod and let out a sigh of relief, “yeah yeah”

Ethan and bailey have a stare down, “What have you done! all our work, all our time-”

“All your time! All your work! I never wanted any fo this! All you knew was oh richie this and oh richie that and im sick of it! I didn't even like richie! Nobody did! nobody other than you and your daughter.”

“who was your sister, who you just killed!”

“I wish i did it sooner.”

Tara gives you an odd look, “do you think they realize were still here?” You shrug.

“Youre no son of mine.”

“I never was! but she,” His blood covered knife points in your general direction, “is my life. and i wont let you take her away from me.”

You let out a barely vocal gasp as you stare at ethan in a daze.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder, “go with tara and find somewhere to hide. something tells me its about to get bad.”

despite the fact you dont want to leave ethan tara is already grabbing your arm and dragged you away. You look back and notice a fight breakong out and gunshots ring. You close your eyes and pray to whoever is listening ethan isn't getting hurt.

You find a safe place farther away with tara and you two crouch together.

“You alright?”

you nod and put your head in your hands, “im alright… I think. You?”

She looks conflicted, “chad…”

“im so sorry tara.”

You place a hand on hers and squeeze it, she gives you a tight lipped smile.

“I should be the one saying sorry to you i mean, youre the pregnant one. If that was real.”

You nod, “it is, i found out a couple days ago. i felt really sick and went to the doctors.”

“How far along you are?”

“12 weeks, found out a little later than most do.”

“holy shit thats fucking crazy.”

Another gun shot rings and you close your eyes.

“God i hope hes okay.”

Tara doesn't reply. just leaning her head back to lay against the wall.

You dont know how much longer passes but it feels like years when the door slams open and a ghostface walks in.

you and tara huddle together and tara grabs a brick that had been on the ground, “stay back you bitch.”

The mask gets ripped off and ethan drops the mask to the ground. His face is covered in sweat and you can see specks of blood everywhere but his remain locked on your figure.

“Ethan.”

He rushes over and drops to his knees, his hands ans eyes frantically checking over you, “are you alright? are you hurt? do you need something a bandage-” you put your hand on his face and smile, “ethan im okay.”

“Was it real? are you really?”

His head drops to your neck as he hugs you, “im sorry im so sorry forgive me.”

Tara noticing sam in the doorway stands and makes her way over to her. Deciding not to comment on her ghostface outfit. “He dead?”

Sam gives a comfirming nod.

“Kirby checked over chad, said if the paramedics arrive soon enough he can be saved.”

Sam smiled as taras eyes light, “really?”

Sam nods, taras face drops as she turns back to look at ethan who was still fusing over you.

“What are we gonna do about him?”

Sam looks at the two of you and thinks it over. The rational part of her (or maybe its just billy) tells her to kill him, its the sure way to keep everyone safe.

but she can't. not when she watches how hard her fought for you. She watches as he cries and holds you while you smile at him. “He can stay. We'll come up with something to tell everyone. I think it'll be just fine.”

[captainmalewriter]

Fuck!!! Cant believe i just missed my flight to go on vacation.

I work like a dog all year and this is what i get? The slowest and chattiest taxi driver in London fumbles my ride and now I'm too late....fuck

Shouldn't be mad, traffic was not his fault, and maybe i could get on the next flight, he was nice enough to give me this Cream prizeball for my troubles

Congratulations, you found my missing cream capsule! Here's what happened when you found it...

It was unbelievable. You had planned your well-earned vacation for several months now, but once the big day came around, shit immediately hit the fan. You had taken a risk and decided to sleep in a little instead of going to the airport as early as possible. That one tiny decision turned out to be your downfall…

You sat in your taxi cab with a grim look on your face. The time was now 11:35 AM; you were a little more than a half hour late to your scheduled flight now. With every passing minute, the plane that was supposed to take you to your destination was getting further and further away. Despite missing your flight, you decided to go to the airport anyway. There was the possibility of getting on a later flight after all!

But despite your optimism, your taxi driver’s non-stop chattering was starting to get on your nerves. He kept changing topics on a whim and with very little to no transition between topics. Although you were nice enough to listen for the first few minutes or so, your patience was starting to wear thin. And to make matters worse, the traffic was absolutely horrid that morning. You were moving at a turtle’s pace, and the flow of traffic didn’t seem to be improving much if at all. You laid your head against your arm as you began looking out the window. If everything had gone the way it was supposed to, then you’d be tucked into your airplane seat taking a catnap instead of being trapped in the hell scape of seemingly never-ending traffic.

While you were busy daydreaming, your taxi driver changed topics again. You almost didn’t catch it due to how fast he talks but you managed to notice he was now talking to you instead of at you. You tried to follow along with what he was saying but got lost somewhere in the middle of his ramblings. You ended up just letting whatever the driver was saying go in one ear and out the other. After a few more minutes of rambling, the taxi driver finally got to his point.

“…But look, I know it sucks when things don’t go your way. Nobody likes it. I know I can’t do much to help out but here, maybe some candy might cheer you up.” He opened the glove department where he had various capsules sitting in there. He took out the cream colored one and handed it to you. “I’ve never seen this flavor before but here, I want you to have it.”

You took the capsule from him. Surprisingly, the taxi driver returned his eyes to the road and stayed quiet. It was odd but you accepted his newfound silence without question. You held the cream capsule in your hands. It looked like just the ones marketed to children. You sighed. Maybe the driver was right, maybe some vanilla candy would help perk up your mood. You twisted the capsule open and saw perfectly swirled cream sitting inside. There was a small plastic spoon attached to the lid. You took it off and started eating the candy cream. It tasted just like almond butter! Delicious.

You felt rejuvenated as you kept eating the cream. It was like a rush of energy suddenly started coursing through your veins. You weren’t sure if the sudden energy spike was because of a sugar rush or if it was because of something else. All you knew was that you needed to get out of the car and start moving!

You thanked the taxi driver for the ride and for the candy capsule as you paid what you owed. You then hopped out of the taxi and onto the sidewalk while the traffic was still at a standstill. You began speed walking down the sidewalk towards the airport, already making better progress than just sitting in a car. But then a speed walk became a jog, then a jog became a run. You could feel your heartbeat pumping as you ran in the bright sunlight. You were working up a sweat as you ran at a steady pace to the airport and took off your shirt as a result. Even though you weren’t really a runner, you were running like a professional athlete. Your form was great, your breathing was controlled, and your fast pace was nothing to sneeze at either. You were a natural!

The more you ran, the more calories you were burning off. It was miraculous, it was like any body fat you once possessed was melting off within a matter of minutes! Your muscles grew at an explosive rate. Your arms became rugged as body fat transformed into muscle mass. Your biceps were the size of melons and your hands became rough like leather as scarred calluses formed on your palms. Your shoulder span became wider and bigger as your lats grew and grew. Your new torso matched that of a professional bodybuilder once your body finished growing its new muscles.

The bottom half of your body also went through a muscle transformation. Your calves and thighs were sculpted with muscles like a Greek god. Your feet grew bigger until you possessed size 12 feet. Your ass became rounder and firmed as your glute muscles kicked in too. Although you didn’t have a bubble butt, you still had a sweet, voluptuous ass to call your own. Straight lines and rugged angles became the reality of your new body. From the sharp jawline to incredibly well-defined abs, you became the epitome of men’s health and fitness.

You made it to the airport in record time. You stood outside the entrance for a bit as you caught your breath after working up a good sweat from a great run. As you waited, some men that were coming in and out of the airport stopped to compliment you on your physique. They mostly said things along the lines of ‘I love your videos bro… You’re my favorite fitness influencer… You motivate me to get stronger’ and so on. You weren’t exactly sure what they were talking about but just flashed your signature white smile and thanked them for the love.

Once you cooled down, you made your way inside the airport and went straight to a receptionist desk. You were planning to explain your situation and that you’d like to book a later flight if possible, but the receptionist cut you off before you could begin. Just like the men from before, she was a fan of your fitness content. She called you ‘Mr. Rami Singh.’ That wasn’t your name, but for some reason… You didn’t feel the need to correct her. Her calling you that name felt… correct, somehow. She showered you with lots of praise and support, and although you weren’t used to receiving this much love, you took in stride and grinned as you thanked her.

“Hey, I saw on your story that you’re heading off to Mumbai,” the receptionist started. “You know, I’ve got connections… I can bump you up to first class if you’d like. Consider it a small gift from a fan, Mr. Singh, I mean it’s the least I can do after you helped me transform my life with your weight loss plan!”

The receptionist was beaming. She called you Mr. Singh again. You blinked a couple times as you processed what you had experienced. Strange things had been happening ever since you ate the candy from the capsule that chatty taxi driver gave you. Yet, the more you thought about it, the less strange everything seemed. You were Rami Singh, a 27 year old Indian who loved going to the gym and had made a career being a fitness influencer on social media. You loved fitness and you loved helping people start their own fitness journeys by sharing your knowledge. You were a man who was as happy and humble as you were fit and handsome.

“Hello? Mr. Singh?”

The receptionist brought you back to reality. You accidentally spaced off while your mind reconfigured your memories to match your new identity. You shook the feeling and accepted the receptionist’s offer. Your family was waiting for you in Mumbai after all, you can’t keep them waiting!

Hope you enjoy the new body prize you won from finding my lost capsule!

[orchidyoonkook]

To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 2

Title: Unknown Numbers and Sharp Tongues

Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader

Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Mild Royalty AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn

Summary: You get a text from an unknown number and it flips your day upside down.

Warnings: PG13, mild swearing, arguments

Word Count: 3065

Release Date: February 2, 2023, 1:40PM

A/N 1: She’s shorter but just as important

Series: Chapter One

It’s 12:07pm the Wednesday after the assembly. You're sitting on your bed sketching when a text vibration sounds from somewhere within the blankets crumpled beneath you. 

A pencil lead stained hand carefully snakes its way through the sheets to find your phone, and after locating it by your feet, you see a message from an unknown number waiting to be read.

Unknown Sender [12:07pm]: Hey, is this YN?

You raise a brow at the semi-suspicious text.

Normally when this happens, you just delete the message. You have everyone you're willing to speak with in your contacts already, so you know that it’s most likely spam. But the difference with this one?

They know your name. 

That being said, your guy friends back home have been known to, on occasion, pull shit because they know you can’t do anything about it. 

Though, that has never once stopped you from waiting to see them again in person and retaliating. Patience is a virtue and all that, but you think they’d of learned by now…

So you fire back, just in case.

You [12:08pm]: Hobi I s2g if this is you again I’m sending Nayeon that picture of you from 9th grade with shutter shades on and your ass stuck in a tuba 

Unknown Sender [12:08pm]: Oh wow, uhm…no, its not Unknown Sender [12:09pm]: But remind me never to get on your bad side.  Unknown Sender [12:10pm]: It’s Jungkook actually... I may have grabbed your number from Yuri’s phone. I hope it’s okay I messaged you 

Jungkook?

As in The Prince of the Western Shores, Jungkook?

Well...

This certainly isn’t how you thought your afternoon was going to go. 

You figured you'd never hear from him again after Monday’s assembly, like everyone else he’d greeted—Yuri aside apparently. Yet here you were, on your bed, in your university dorm room, having a midday text conversation with Prince Jeon Jungkook of all people.

You laugh to yourself and quickly change his name in your contacts, keeping it subtle. You don’t want someone to see his name pop on your screen and then suddenly have a legion of people harassing you about how you got the prince's number, and if they could get it from you. 

You [12:11pm]: yeah, it’s fine

And why wouldn't it be? You don’t dislike him, though he seemed to have thought so. Sure, you don’t particularly like the guy yet, but you're confident he feels the same about you—if he even thinks of you, that is.  

He probably just wants recommendations for things to do this weekend or to know where the cleanest washrooms on campus are. God forbid his royal bottom touch a less than sanitary toilet seat.

PJK [12:13pm]: Im afraid she had to explain to me who ‘blueballzbitch’ was when I accidentally saw your text to her the other day. Apparently my reaction after reading it was very funny

You [12:13pm]: I cant believe she still hasnt changed my name in her phone! That bitch!! she promised :( You [12:14pm]: Thats only my name because i told her she couldnt bring guys back to our dorm after 1 AM anymore! 

PJK [12:14pm]: can I ask why?

You [12:15pm]: there may have been an incident of a very drunk half naked man climbing into my bed at 4 am instead of hers….  You [12:15pm]: And needless to say, not the nicest way to wake up

PJK [12:16pm]: no I would think not. Though that explains her reaction a bit better

You didn’t even want to know. 

She did kick that guy out the second she heard your scream though, drunk as she was. But it didn’t stop her from moping for a week at your new rule.

Tough, you’d had a test the next day, so your decision was final. 

Your academics wouldn’t pay the price for someone else’s actions. On that you were and always have been, firm. You’ve even lost a few friends because of it.

But now your starting to wonder why he wanted to message you in the first place.

You [12:17pm]: i dont mean to be rude, but why did you save my number? To be honest i didnt think I’d hear from you again after monday

PJK [12:18pm]: well if we’re being honest…

There are a million different ways he could follow that sentence, and your mind is simultaneously running through all of them.

It takes him a few minutes, and a couple disappearance and reappearances of the texting in progress bubble, before a reply comes. Your pencil may or may not be a bit chewed on the end as a result.

PJK [12:21pm]: I was hoping that we could be friends, or acquaintances at least. I dont mean to come on too strong, its just that…. well you’re the only one whos really treated me like a regular guy, and i’d like to have at least one person to speak to who wont ‘glaze over the truth with pretty white lies’ just because of who I am. Its a surprisingly hard attribute to come by in people when you have words like “prince” and “your highness” attached to your name PJK [12:22pm]: Everyone either wants something from me or something I can do for them, and when we met? I could see you just…didn’t. It’s like you didnt even care I was there and that was incredibly refreshing for me PJK [12:23pm]: so um, yeah… that’s why

Oh… 

Oh. 

You were expecting anything else. Like literally anything else. He could’ve messaged you saying he wanted to give up being prince to join a traveling circus and was wondering if you knew the quickest train route into town and you would’ve been less surprised than you are right now.

But…Friends? He just wanted to be friends?

You guess you played your part a little too well on Monday. A part you didn't even realize you were performing. 

Was it really so difficult for people to treat him normally that the only person who had done so in three days, was you? And it was so noticeable that he sought you out because of it? His professors, at least, would have treated him like any other student…right?

You sit up, sketch long discarded on your bedside table. 

What would Yuri think about this? What would Nel think? Jungkook isn't just some guy from your Advanced Colour Theory class, he's the prince of your kingdom. 

You know your boyfriend wouldn't care if Jungkook kissed your hand in a passing greeting, that’s the standard greeting for every woman. 

But friends? 

Regular contact? 

Potentially being seen in public with him? 

Even a high ranking societal man would feel threatened, let alone Nel; the highschool boy you fell in love with from your tiny hometown.

Biting your lip, you think. 

You’re not an idiot. You know if people see you—a girl—hanging out with Jungkook—the prince, but more importantly, a boy—publicly, they will start talking. You know how the media make grand stories from two anonymously sourced, out of context quotes and a grainy picture from 100 feet away. 

What you don’t know is if you would or even could handle the public speculation that came with that. 

You don't want the media to come between you and your education. You don’t want to be at the center of attention. You worked way too hard to get where you are to have it washed away with a shitty ‘Prince Jungkook's college fling’ article that holds headlines for less than a week before the news cycle changes. 

Your credibility would be gone in an instant. And you’d only ever be remembered as ‘that girl the prince probably slept with in college.’

You should say no.

You’re going to say no.

—Wait.

Are you even allowed to say no?

Your phone pings again.

PJK [12:24pm]: i really just want my university experience to be as normal as possible before having to trade it all in for a crown and kingdom. It’s my last shot to experience life as a person before becoming a symbol and im hoping youll be kind enough to help me with that  PJK [12:24pm]: but i understand if you dont want to. Like i said in my speech, im not unaware of the repercussions of my celebrity, and its effects on others, both positive and negative. So please by all means, whatever answer you give, i’ll understand

Shit.

Shit!

Now you’ll feel like an ass if you say no, and you know that wasn’t his intention with the message, but you can't help it. He just wants to be as ordinary as he can be for a while. That isn’t a lot to ask—of anybody. 

After re-reading his messages about a dozen more times, you find your entire view of Jungkook shifting in an instant. 

Maybe he was the spoiled, rich, and plate delivered opportunities prince you expected him to be, but funnily enough, somewhere along the way it was you who forgot that he was an regular person. Just like you had told Yuri such a short time ago, and just like you now had to remind yourself. 

Jungkook’s really not much different than someone without all the special features his title brings him.

And with that in mind, you know your reply.

You [12:30pm]: can i think about it?

And not seconds later.

PJK [12:30pm]: absolutely.

A breath you didn’t know you were holding releases.

PJK [12:31pm]: that’s already further than i thought i’d get—if we’re still being honest. 

You [12:33pm]: im always honest, you dont have to worry about that. And same goes for you, dont worry about being truthful with me. Lies only create problems, and i dont have the time for them

PJK [12:35]: glad to hear it. I look forward to your answer, whenever and whatever you decide

Gently tossing your phone back onto your bed, you leave the conversation at that. You know you wouldn’t be able to make your mind up without going through all possible outcomes in your head first. And Yuri is usually a good enough listener to pipe in with decent advice now and then. 

So, for now, you pick up your pencil and sketch pad, and wait for Yuri to return from her afternoon class. 

A few hours later, and a decent way through your third life study, Yuri bursts through the front entryway. Your bedroom door’s open, and you’ve got a clear view of her shucking off her shoes and outer layers after casting her books onto the dining room table. 

So much for your focus. 

But you're glad she’s back, your conversation with Jungkook from earlier is still wracking your brain.

“YN, Sweets! You are NEVER going to believe the day I’ve had!” Yuri makes her way over to your bed, inhaling deeply enough you know a monologue is about to follow.

“Me too! But you first,” you slip in before the floodgates burst, knowing all her focus will be solely centered on you the second you mention Jungkook reaching out. 

“Jungkook invited me to lunch!” 

Or maybe not.

“Well sort of, that’s why I’m late getting back. He asked if there was a more secluded place to eat on campus,” she says the word like it’s a secret. Like she thinks he asked for seclusion to have it be a more intimate setting with her, versus a more private space for him. 

“So I showed him that little cafe behind the greenhouse that no one ever goes to cuz it’s too far away from central campus—you know the one that might as well just be a part of the greenhouse cuz of how close it is?” 

You nod. You were very familiar with that cafe, frequently going there to paint the flowers in the windows, and also, to think. But she doesn’t know that. It was sort of a safe haven for you, because like she said, it wasn’t a very popular place on campus, so it was quiet. 

You didn’t know Yuri even knew about it. 

Now sitting criss-crossed on the end of your bed, she continues, “Yeah, so I brought him there and we both got coffee, then I got a croissant and he got a sandwich. But YN, get this: we take. our coffee. the. same. way. Try and tell me we’re not made for one another now! Same major, same coffee, next thing you know we’ll be finding out we’d picked out the same baby names.” 

She stops to take a breath and you take your cue. “Woah there, Yurls, slow down a bit on that last one,” she makes a face at you. You ignore it. “But I think it’s great you're making a new friend that you have common interests with and are excited about,” you say, putting extra emphasis on ‘friend,’ thinking back to your conversation with Jungkook about people only ever wanting things he could give them. Surely you could subtly help your friend this way. “Just try to remember you have to be friends first before anything else happens.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Friends? YN please! We’re practically already dating, that’s three times in as many days he’s asked to hang out,” she closes her eyes, hugging herself. “I can almost hear the wedding bells.”

You look at her plainly and try your best not to sigh. 

She must know that this is just Jungkook taking her up on her offer, right? The one she made after seeing him off to the cafe by the biz-admin building the other day?

Before they parted ways, Yuri’d mentioned to him that if he wanted more inside knowledge or help getting around the campus he could ask her. And it made sense, having all their classes in the same area, when he said, ‘I’ll take you up on that.’

You know, because not unlike this conversation, she’d rushed home right after to tell you. 

Jungkook’s just trying to get his bearings in what is clearly still a very new experience for him and Yuri’s reading into it all wrong. 

You look at your friend who’s staring dreamily at nothing, more than likely caught up in whatever wedding scenarios of herself and Jungkook her brain is creating. 

Waving a fruitless hand in front of her face before snapping your fingers, you break her trance. “Helloooo? Earth to Yuri, come back down here please so I can talk some sense into youuuuu.” 

“I’m here,” she says, smacking your hand away playfully, gaze snapping to your less than amused one. Her smile falters at the sight. “What’s that look for?”

“Oh nothing, just that you sound like a delusional teenager instead of a functional adult at university pursuing a degree. You just met the guy three days ago and you’re already picturing your wedding together? Because you hung out over coffee twice and showed him where his classes are? He’s still a stranger, Yuri. Can’t you hear yourself?”

Her expression quickly changes to one of offense, and maybe even hurt. 

Perhaps you’d been a little too honest, but it’s not like this was new for you two. Sometimes she needed a swift blow to knock her down and she knows this, she knows you’d never intend to hurt her feelings. You always wanted what was best for her, and you know she feels the exact same way for you. 

So you’re shocked when she says, “You know you don’t have to be such a bitch about it if you’re going to be jealous,” crossing her arms defensively.

Jealous? You are anything but jealous, and you wonder why that’s where her mind jumps to first, brows scrunching in confusion.

“I’m not jealous. Have you forgotten about Nel? Boyfriend of five years, highschool sweetheart, ringing a bell?”

“Nel’s not a prince YN,” she counters in a tone so even, it’s unsettling. “And it wouldn’t be so unheard of for a woman in a relationship to be jealous of her friend who’s in one with a prince she wants for herself.” 

Oh, so that’s where she wants to go with this. She thinks that Jungkook will somehow make you forget about the five wonderful years with Nel. Like half a decade measures up to nothing if it means getting someone with a better name and a bigger paycheck. 

Fine.

If she wants to get bitchy about it, so will you. 

“Yeah, well it’s a good thing you’re not dating one then, isn’t it? Don’t get so defensive when all I’m doing is trying to help you see that.”

Yuri stands dramatically from the bed, clearly pissed, and storms out of your room, grabbing her things from the dining room table.

“I’m going to my macroeconomics class. By the time I get back, either have your door closed, or don’t be here.”

She leaves as rushed as she came, and you try not to flinch at the front door slamming shut, but do anyway. 

You shove your work off to the side, bringing your knees up to rest your elbows on while the palms of your hands cover your eyes, giving yourself a moment to breathe and process. 

This isn’t the first time this has happened and it certainly won't be the last. It was a downside between your personalities. You were the anchor who kept her from soaring too high in the clouds, just like she was the helium that kept you from drowning. 

But sometimes she wanted to see the stars, and sometimes you were scared of the surface. 

Releasing a deep breath, you decide to head out, having finished school for the day anyway. You only had morning classes on Wednesdays—an intentional scheduling on your behalf to have somewhat of a break midweek. You work hard but also know that burnout can kill.

Switching out your pencils for watercolour paint trays, and your sketchpad for your watercolour paper, you decide that the greenhouse sounded great right about now, especially now that you knew Yuri wouldn’t be there. 

There isn’t a better place for you to go and blow off some steam. 

Tossing your brushes, materials, travel water and wallet in a tote, you slide on your shoes and leave the dorm. The door closes much quieter this time. 

Chapter Three: Greenhouse Muses and Surprise Guests

A/N 2: I’m pretty sure this is the shortest chapter in the series (so far) but as you’ve read it’s an important step so I hope that’s okay!

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