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seasons-of-death · 2 years ago

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Heartbreak Prince

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Synopsis: Someone knocks on the door of Eddie's trailer, and you don't realize how much it breaks his heart to see you hurt.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: angst and fluff, comfort, explicit language and cursing, underage drinking.

A/N: I haven't posted since July, and honestly, it's been because I've been busy with life, and because there wasn't anything or any character that inspired me. Even my birthday went by! But because of a similar event in my life, I was inspired to write this :D Kind of sad, no? I hope you enjoy this, my writing skills might be rusty, but I tried my best!

The sound of music blaring through the trailer Eddie lived in wasn't anything unusual, the crappy stereo in his bedroom blaring Judas Priest with the volume knob turned all the way up, the boy pretending that the occasional crackling of the cassette wasn't bothering him.

He could hear the rain pattering against the steel roof of the trailer, tapping his guitar along to the noise in deep thought. Never before had he felt so uninspired, so bleak. In front of him laid the notebook where he usually wrote lyrics in, the page in front of him completely blank except for the messy drawing of a clown he had scribbled at the edge of the paper.

Eddie had been feeling this way for a while now; for the good part of the past month, there had been nothing new added onto the pages of that book but bad scribbles and the occasional math homework when he actually got bored enough to work on it.

His sulking was interrupted by a loud rapping coming from his door that almost startled him to his feet, the boy put his guitar back in its usual place as he stumbled to the front door, almost tripping on a pair of black jeans he had left on the floor.

A wide grin took over his face as he peeked out of the window, seeing a familiar girl standing there, but as he opened the door, the smile on his face slowly crept away.

You stood there in a rain-soaked brown cardigan covering your short t-shirt and your jean shorts, your arms crossed in front of your chest and a bottle of whiskey in your tight grip, a look of fury on your face that he hadn't seen before; one that he knew wasn't aimed at him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, letting you into the trailer as you took an angry swig out of the bottle, "What were you doing out in the rain? I could've come get you-"

"He cheated on me." You said with a grunt, taking another swig out of the bottle, Eddie worrying that the liquid would spill with the amount of motioning you were doing with your hands as you spoke. "I can't believe it. He actually cheated on me!"

"I think we're done with this." He muttered quietly, taking the almost full bottle out of your grasp and placing it on the table without you even so much as noticing, too busy pacing around the trailer with irritation. "Who cheated on you?"

"Aaron." You scoffed, Eddie furrowing his brows as he leaned against the counter, "You know, the dick who-"

"I know who Aaron is, but didn't you break up half a year ago?"

"That's not the point!" You ran your hand through your wet hair, pacing around while trying to straighten out your thoughts. "We broke up five months ago, but during gym, I heard Lacey say that it was her and Aaron's seven-month anniversary. This means that while he was dating me, he was two-timing me with fucking Lacey! That hag knew we had been dating for way over a year! Everyone knew! She was bragging to her little friend about how she stole him from me!"

"Shit-"

"He told me it was because we both had too much baggage, I guess his baggage was the fact that he was fucking Lacey Jones in the back of his pickup!"

Eddie felt his heart stop in his chest as he noticed the red scratch on your cheek, blood matted around the wound. His hand took hold of your chin, turning your cheek to him as he inspected it.

"What?" You asked irritatedly, your brows furrowed.

"What's on your cheek?" He asked, causing you to beeline towards the closest mirror in a fury, a chuckle leaving your lips as you inspected your face.

"Guess that bitch must've gotten a scratch in." You laughed.

"I think we should clean that up."

"Yeah, you don't know what kind of bacteria that wench could have had on her fake nails before I ripped them off."

Eddie made his way towards the bathroom, searching through the cabinets for some kind of antiseptic; he was sure that Wayne kept a whole collection of them with the number of scratches and wounds Eddie had come home with.

"Did you actually rip her nails off?" You heard him call out from the bathroom, letting out a laugh.

"At least two."

"Why would you even attack her? You've gotten over him already, haven't you?" He said, approaching you with a bottle of disinfectant in his hand and a roll of toilet paper in another as he motioned for you to sit down.

"I got over him a long time ago," You said, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs, "But it wasn't because I liked him, or anything. It was because he betrayed me and because she felt all too happy-go-lucky that she got my sloppy seconds. You should've heard what she said."

"What did she say, then?" Eddie asked, putting some disinfectant on a piece of toilet paper and grabbing your chin softly to lift it up.

"She said that I was so pathetic. That I was a tease, who couldn't keep Aaron because I didn't want to sleep with him. That I was a boring little freak he was just leading on until he found someone he actually wanted. That he would never really love someone like me, someone who had so many issues. She was so proud of it, proud of taking him from me like he was some kind of prize. She acted like she won something."

You didn't even feel the sting of the antiseptic, nor the wetness gathering in your eyes, keeping your gaze to the ground as Eddie held onto your chin, lifting it up as he pressed the toilet paper on your cheek as softly as possible.

"She was wrong." He said quietly, a chuckle leaving your lips as you sniffled quietly, "I'm serious."

"What if she's not, though?"

Eddie scoffed, throwing the used paper into the trash can as he took hold of the bandage, "Because the moment that she's not going to be the perfect little girlfriend Aaron wants, he's just gonna go to the next one. Guys like that always do that. It doesn't have anything to do with you, and everything to do with the fact that he was an asshole who didn't deserve you. I knew that from the moment I met him, and I knew it all throughout your relationship."

"Why didn't you tell me that, then? That you knew that he didn't deserve me?" You let out a little chuckle, looking up to see your friend shaking his head slightly, "What?"

"Because I was afraid it'd seem like I was jealous." He said, pressing the bandage over the wound on your cheek.

"Why would it?"

"Because I was." He said casually.

"What?"

"We're done?"

"What do you mean done?"

"I meant your cheek." He chuckled, Eddie thinking that the puzzled look on your face made you look adorable even with the smudged mascara around your eyes. "Do you want something to eat? You should at least change into something else, I should still have some of your clothes in my closet. Or you can wear something of mine, whatever you're most comfortable in."

"Hold on," You said, pointing your finger at him, "Why were you jealous?"

"Why do you think?"

"I don't-"

"Because I like you. I liked you before you were dating that douche, while you were dating him, and after. Even when you were forcing me to watch those crappy romantic movies you secretly cried to, telling me that you'd kill me if I told anyone."

"Why didn't you tell me?" You stood up, looking into his eyes, trying to see if he was lying to you. For you, his eyes were like the mirror in Snow White. Every time, even with the simplest things, you could look into Eddie's eyes and know if he was lying to you. But as you stared intently into his brown eyes, everything inside of you was telling you that he was being truthful. "Why didn't you tell me you liked me?"

"Because I was afraid that you'd look at me the way that you're looking at me right now. Like I'm a stranger." Eddie said weakly before clearing his throat, evading your intent gaze. "We probably just have plain spaghetti, hasn't been time to buy anything else yet. Hope that's fine."

As he was turning away from you, you took hold of his wrist, the boy turning back to you with confusion, and it was now his turn to study your face.

"You're such an idiot."

But there was no time for him to look for the meaning behind your words as he was taken over by the taste of whiskey and the feeling of your cold lips on his, your wet body pressed against his warm one, blending into one as your hands tangled into his hair.

When he finally realized what was happening, he pulled you closer to his body by your waist, a definite feeling of victory inside him to finally know what it felt like to kiss you, what it felt like to tease your tongue with his. He had never felt so confident, and so inspired.

You were only supposed to give him a small kiss, but as you felt yourself being lifted up onto the dining table, your mind was in a haze from the feeling of his lips on yours, his hand on your waist feeling like they were going to burn a hole through your clothes, the heavy breaths exchanged between you covering the distant music coming from Eddie's bedroom.

As you felt his lips travel to your neck, you pressed yourself closer to him, the hungry kisses he was leaving on your neck causing you to let out a whine.

But the wordless exchange between you was interrupted by a loud clank, and as he pulled away from you, you could see that the open bottle you had left on the table you were sitting on was now knocked over, the liquid spilling everywhere.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, hopping off the table and picking it up with a laugh, looking at the puddle of whiskey that had spilt on the table, the bottle still half-full.

As you turned back to look at Eddie, both of you burst into laughter. His hands were still around your waist, and yours were still wrapped around his neck. You pressed your face to his chest, shaking your head in laughter.

"I should clean that up." He said after a while, and you looked up at him with a dazed smile, nodding at him.

"I should get changed."

"Yeah."

The dazed feeling inside of him was made worse when you got on the tip of your toes, pressing a quick kiss on his lips, a wide smile on your face as you tucked your wet hair behind your hair before turning, rushing into his bedroom.

And as he looked up at the ceiling, leaning against the table, he pressed his hand on his chest, hoping that his heart wouldn't burst out of his chest.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x y/n #eddie munson angst

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disaster-magician · 11 days ago

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Don't mind me, just yapping and organizing my thoughts about my olnf mcs! Specifically step 1 for now, will probably do step 2 soon though bc I love writing and talking about them 😊

Nova Grace "Gracie" Woods! She currently identifies as a girl and uses She/Her. (Nova was my second requested voiced name for the ks after my irl name, so hopefully it makes it in!)

A nervous wreck about pretty much everything. Bffs with Tamarack and has a crush on Qiu, though she hasn't realized it yet! She prefers not to talk a lot and communicates mostly through ASL(she and Opal are fluent) or writing.

Very short, probably a good inch or two shorter than Tama. She is half Black on Opal's side and half Native Hawaiian from her donor. Her hair is actually dark blue and not brown like how the doll maker currently makes it look. Qiu probably thought she was exaggerating when she said she falls a lot, and very quickly finds out she was not. She's very rarely without a bandage or two at this age.

Her favorite color is teal, or really any shade of blue. She's autistic and has a special interest in space, and is usually wearing something with a design or pattern around that. She loves playing in the woods, especially with her two best neighbors 😊

Annabeth "Beck" Estrella Hyyde! She was born intersex and AFAB, and currently uses She/Her. (Annabeth was my third requested voiced name, so we'll see if that ends up in there lol)

A very outgoing and hyperactive kid, Beck loves anything to do with the outdoors or making new friends. She has a crush on Tamarack and is good friends with Qiu. It doesn't show on the doll, but she has a white streak in the front of her hair from her vitiligo. (She's the one holding Tama in my profile pic!)

She is Afro-Latina with Dominican roots. She was born in the US but moved to and around South America as a baby and young kid before Opal's job took them back to the states when she was 8. Spanish is her first language and English is her second.

She currently has undiagnosed ADHD and dyslexia and struggles in school even though she always tries her best. I feel like Mrs. Murray would be the type to recognize effort and desire to learn, plus she's still in elementary so her grades wouldn't be bad. In later steps this is not necessarily the case unfortunately.

Although she loves all sports, soccer is the coolest and her most favorite. She can juggle it 40 times in a row without dropping it, just watch! Her favorite color is rainbow, or maybe cranberry like her and her Mamá's hair.

Elijah "Eli" Othello Anderson. He currently identifies as a boy and uses He/Him. He's Black and doesn't know(aka I haven't decided) much about his heritage. I am on the fence about his current hair color and might change or tweak it a bit.

One of the most laid back and breezy kids you'll ever meet. He just wants to have fun and make new friends! He's got a pun or other terrible joke ready at any given moment so watch out.

He does have a bad habit of putting others before himself, much to the disappointment of his Mama. Is it really such a bad thing that he wants to make other people happy?

He finds something of a kindred soul in Qiu in that way. They just get each other in a way most other kids don't. They're clearly destined to be best friends, or maybe even more. He has a soft spot for Tam too, hopefully they'll all be good friends forever.

Cassiopeia "Cassie" Lotus Aoki-Jones. She identifies as a girl and has since she was six and currently uses She/Her. Her mom has Egyptian heritage and her donor was half Japanese.

More than anything, Cassie is mad. She doesn't want to move away from her old friends and life, especially to a place surrounded by dirty and icky woods. Why couldn't she and her annoying Mom just stay where they were?

No one else here even knows about roller skating, or butterflies, or anything cool. Sigh, at least there's a ballet class where she can show off her skills.

Most things here are pretty bad, but the two neighbors her age are pretty okay. Both of them are nice and sweet and pretty... what was she saying again?

#our life now and forever #ol2 #olnf #olnf mc #mc nova #mc annabeth #mc beck #mc eli #mc cassie #i love them your honor #step 1

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little-teacupss · 25 days ago

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What if I love you?

Note: This isn't apart of the new Serpentwand fic I just wrote, different universe! I hope you enjoy this it'll be more angsty, but worth it in the end! Remember go show much love and support to my friends and co-writers/lorers @skellseerwriting, @brokenmilkcrates, @leoisbabygirl, @frenchgirltalya, and @giveityourworst they are my geeks and peeps and are the main reason I write 🥺

Warnings: hidden relationship, struggling with feelings, VK vs VK, worry, bruising kisses, and Morgie needs a hug.

Note 2: remember you can give criticism without being a Prick.

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A soft tune could be heard traveling around the enchanted forest as a periwinkle blue cloak danced through the forage. A fair skinned hand came up and rested up on one of the dark oak trees the leaves swaying beautifully in the breeze. The girl pushed herself forward and down into the small trench that was made from mother nature and her cruel yet loving touch. Dark brown eyes met a pair of ambery ones that shined in the sunlight and seemed to sparkle like a million stars had been put into them. The boy in the green shirt carefully took a step forward and gently grabbed onto the girls arms.

"I didn't think you were coming." .His voice was quivery as his grip seemed to tighten a little. Fay gave him a smile of reassurance as she brought a hand up to his face and gently trailed her nails against his cheek and jaw. "Of course I came, Morgie."

He stared into her eyes before leaning down to her and pressing his lips against her forehead and pulling her close to him his hands went from her arms to her back and traveled up to her neck and finally slotted into her hair with they tangled into her perfectly done bun that looked professional. "Don't go, not yet."

Desperation dripped from him as his grip on her hair tightened ever so slightly as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her lips. They moved in tandem motion, slow and easy. The warmth her lips provided melted into him, making him hungrier for her. But Morgie pulled away from her, leaving Fay confused as she stared up at him, her red lips now a soft purple from their efforts. "I wish I could spend every day with you."

His words soaked into Fay and made her wish for the same two hearts yearning for each other constantly, but always having to pull away in the end. Their story was similar to Icarus flying to close to the sun only to perish in the end, but Fay thought what if Icarus was in love? In love with with someone he couldn't obtain no matter how hard he tried, but he did anyway reaching time and time again only to be cut short just before they meet. What if the sun also loved Icarus and cried for him every day only to be heartbroken in the end to see her love fall short and never fully be with her in the end.

- The next day -

The day had went by slowly for Fay as she made her way through the corridors passing random classes her hands were full with random books as she made her turn down the hall she ran into a particularly hard surface looking up and allowing her eyes to adjust she was met with a certain Casanova.

"Aye, now fairy godmother you know your wings could get clipped around here, right?" .His taunting accent made her recoil. However, the nervously little fairy wasn't about to let the pirate king stand in her way as she made a step to the left only to be cut off by him again and again. Finally, James took hold of her shoulder and brought his hook up not touching her, but slightly framing her jaw with it. "You know around these parts we make wee fairy's like you walk the plank and down to Davy Jones locker?"

James whispered menacely to her his voice was deep and teasing his brown eyes stared into hers that were stricken with terror. But before he could actually drag his hook along her cheek a sudden force pushed him up against the wall leaving Fay stood now in shock as she witnessed James be pinned to the wall by Morgie who was glaring at him hotly like Hades fire had somehow been lit inside of his eyes.

"What's gotten into you, boy!" .Hook said as he struggled against Morgie jabbing his hook into his back at times. But he didn't budge. If anything, it seemed to anger him more. He turned his gaze back to where Fay was standing. Her mouth dropped, and her features were etched with fear and worry for both James and Morgie, not wanting either one to get hurt. Morgie then turned back to glare into James' eyes, who sneered back at him, both equally pissed off and ready to start a fight. "If I ever see you near her again, you'll have to deal with me!"

And with that Morgie pushed him off and badgered him away from where Fay was stood still ranting off to him about what he'd to the pirate while James simply took in what this really meant. Wee Morgie was in love with the fairy. "You blasteredly scallywag I'll have you walk the plank!"

He yelled back at him before letting out a chuckle. It screamed of bloodthirsty promises, but James would never hurt one of his best mates, not that Morgie knew that. But he certainly loved to rile him up a bit. "Maybe I'll have another go at the fairy when your done and gone aye?"

Fay watched closely behind as the two continued to bicker clearly Hook was seeing how much of a rise he could get from Morgie which was a lot as sudden Morgie's eyes were a brilliant ambery color and random metal objects were flying at Hook on a whim all the while he simply smacked them away with him hook allowing them to clatter on the round before going at him again. Eventually James managed to slink away not before throwing another witty remark to Morgie which earned him a random vase barreling towards his head.

Once all the chaos was over Fay carefully made her way over to the fuming Morgie who stood with his arms crossed and a bitter look on his face. He tried to avoid Fay's gaze as he turned away from her allowing his back to face her. He let out a small breath as he felt a soft hand along his shoulder blade gently brushing against the green fabric as he heard a soft honey like voice whisper. "Everyone keeps telling me your the bad guy, but your not at all your my hero."

Morgie tensed a little as her hand gently tugged him to turn to face her. But what Fay didn't expect was for him to reach around carefully grabbing her wrist and twisting her around to him. As she turned to look at him, she felt a soft sensation against her lips. She felt as if part of her was engulfed by his tender lips by how roughly he had kissed her. But she returned it nonetheless. He was much rougher than usual she felt her lips slightly ache from how hard the impact had been before he pulled away. "I want to be your hero because what if I love you?"

His voice was meek and timid, almost as if he was afraid of what could happen if they went public. What people would think, what would they say? What would his family think? What would Fay's mother say? But all of his doubts seemed to wash away as she smiled up at him and nodded. "I love you too, Morgie."

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Thank you so much for reading this story it was a bit rushed I got very into writing today :3 and was very inspired I won't be started the prequel part two anytime soon I will however possibly starting the trapped fairy part three soon I hope you all have enjoyed my writings and remember go show love and support to my friends!

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Anyway till the next story! Ba bye!!

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lokiinmediasideblog · 8 months ago

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Can you recommend me Loki books? (as in novels, not norse mythology textbooks)

I am not sure if I rated these correctly in terms of audience maturity. But I tried lol.

Comics:

Valhalla comics-Peter Madsen

Fun slap-stick re-tellings of the Norse myths. Children oriented?

Loki (2004) aka "Blood Brothers" by Robert Rodi & Esad Ribic

It's my favorite Marvel!Loki comic of all time. It altered my brain chemistry. You can read it for free on the links in my pinned post.

The graphic novel version of Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman.

There's also this webcomic I found as a teen that's ongoing to this day and I need to go back to following:

Kids:

Loki: A Bad God's Guide to Being Good by Louie Stowell

Diary of a Wimpy Kid but with Norse mythology! What's not to love about that?!

Eight Days of Luke-Dianna Wynne Jones

The book that inspired "American Gods."

Odd and the Frost Giants-Neil Gaiman

A boy named Odd encounters Odin, Thor, and Loki who have been turned into animals.

Teens:

Runemarks duology-Joanne Harris

Just keep to the first two books. You'll hate the rest. Let's just say it dealt horribly with Eating Disorders and Harris should have done research on heavy topics before writing about them. Her Loki in the first two books is very enjoyable and he rules over goblins for a while, among other things. I also thought the way rune birthmarks worked in here was fun.

Norse Mythology-Neil Gaiman

It's an entertaining overview of the myths. If you're unfamiliar with them it's a good place to start.

Adult:

Black Wolf: The Binding of Loki-Una Verdandi

I don't recommend if you want a soft!Loki or one that remains a decent person. Loki is interesting and feels like a force of nature. But let's just say he's like the Joker with all that implies. But I thought it was a worthwhile read (very long). It has probably the best Sigyn depiction I've encountered. She feels like a real person! I go more in detail here. I'd pay attention to the things I warn about in case they're deal-breakers or triggers. My review is not spoiler free but contains warnings.

American Gods-Neil Gaiman

Has very interesting premise and a multiple pantheons existing at the same time. It's fun how the deities adapt to the USA and modern times.

The Goddess of Nothing at All-Cat Rector

This book is basically a Norse myth whump fic. I would avoid if that's not your thing because I can see how someone else might hate it. I know I like it because making fictional characters suffer is my guilty pleasure. You won't be laughing at the mythology-based Loki memes. I don't think it's perfect. For example, I dislike that they have to make Loki's every action "justified", such as cutting Sif's hair because Sif called him fantasy racism slurs. Let him be a bit of an asshole just because. The disproportionate punishment makes it difficult not to sympathize with Loki either way. I don't know how I feel about her Sygin. It's the 2nd best Sygin I've seen yet in books. She has a personality, is likeable, and is not a doormat, but something about her and this Loki feels sanitized to me. Like the author was checking boxes for Sygin and Loki. I don't know how to explain it.

Father of Monsters-A. B. Frost

Short read. Loki is a loveable little shit that gets the Aesir into trouble and takes one for the team to get them out of it. I really liked this characterization and it had cute illustrations of Loki, Angrboda, and Jormungandr.

The Nine Worlds Rising Series-Lyra Wolf

They're not perfect. I think her Loki is very funny and likable but too sanitized. And Sigyn has no flaws other than caring too much for her no-good brother while the other goddesses are evil witches. But the author has a very comedic writing voice that is highly enjoyable and keeps the stakes high so that you want to keep on reading. I also like how one of the books starts with a very vengeful Loki and draws comparisons to Lucifer. Thought that was cool. Also, some reactions to some reveals didn't land the impact as well as they should. They do tease the Odin/Loki abusive relationship, but not with the toxicity I wanted, and Odin goes on a redemption path a bit too soon for my liking (while making all the goddesses evil witches...). There's also a lot of anachronistic language in here, such as Loki mentioning a Chihuahua.

Books I haven't read but I know of their existence:

Loki-Melvin Burgess (I saw a Sigyn stan complain about it, but I am not sure how seriously to take her complaints because she said shipping myth!Loki with say Balder or Thor or Odin was "incestuous" because Loki is Odin's "blood brother" despite Loki being unrelated to everyone but Narfi and Nari on Asgard). My standards for Loki don't require that Loki be a paragon of morality, unlike hers. UPDATE: A mutual told me it's horribly transphobic and has rape apologia.

Harbinger of the End-Nicki Chapelway (I've seen praise from Logyn shippers for this one)

Loki: Nine Naughty Tales of the Trickster by Mike Vasich

I saw an excerpt with a rather humorous joke, but the one other Mike Vasich Loki book I read bored the hell out of me. So I haven't given it a chance for that reason.

The Blackwell Pages by Kelley Armstrong and Melissa Marr

It's a children's book series where the descendants of Thor and Loki are the protagonists.

I might have some revies in "LokiBookClub" tag.

#anon asks #norse mythology #LokiBookClub #myth!loki

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makespaceforspirit · 1 year ago

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Collage by K. Ibura

Last month, I ran across a post on IG. It argued that people who like to avoid being seen were often bullied as children. I showed it to my cousin, and I said, I like to hide out but I wasn't bullied as a child. She squinted at me to see if I was serious. "You weren't bullied as a child?!?" she asked, her voice challenging me to think again.

I've talked about my penchant for avoiding the spotlight all my life. I love anonymity. It's one of the things I love about living in New York as opposed to my hometown of New Orleans. I have a big family and everywhere you go, you're running into a relative or a friend or a high school classmate. It's not that I don't want to see and connect with my community, I just like feeling I can live my life without eyes on me.

I've always accredited my comfort in the shadows with being the middle child of five. When there was so much chaos in the house, if I kept quiet, I wouldn't get caught breaking the rules, lol. I've never needed or desired public witness. I have my circle of friends whose gaze I enjoy receiving and I love reveling in the appreciative gaze of a colleague who is in the trenches with me or a beloved who holds me in affectionate embrace. But if the average person looks past me, I'm just fine with that.

Welp, upon closer examination, I can say I was bullied as a child... a lot. I didn't have a bully in the classic sense. There was no one at school who bullied me, no recurring person causing me physical or emotional harm. (My brothers were big bullies at home, but that's another story.) Instead I was consistently and constantly bullied by strangers.

In the 90s, me and my family were oddballs. We were vegetarian at a time where people thought yogurt was exotic. We shopped at Whole Foods when one of its early stores was cramped into a residential building in New Orleans. But what offended strangers was my short natural hair. They were relentless. The simple bus ride from school to home would be full of people's horrible opinions. I got called Grace Jones and Kojak more times than I can remember. And when I wasn't avoiding the glares and wounding words of people who didn't appreciate my hair, I was dodging the advances of men—grown men, young adult men, teenagers. Men were predatory and persistent, sucking their teeth, commenting on our bodies, grabbing our hands, demanding our phone numbers. The public world was a minefield.

For some people, the type of hostility I faced would make them want to change themselves. I never wanted to change myself, I just wanted people to leave me alone. Invisibility would have been a gift. I craved attention from my friends and from an adoring teenage boy who would love me for who I was, but other than that, everyone else could walk on past.

It's funny how the influences of our formative years don't necessarily disappear on their own. I've fought the pull towards invisibility over the course of my entire writing career. I remember when I launched my very first website, I had a tiny, tiny picture of myself with a colored overlay on it. Someone wrote in to tell me he couldn't really see my picture. And I wrote back, what does my writing have to do with what I look like?

All those years ago, I wanted people to love the words, and to my view that had nothing to do with knowing or loving me. So when I pulled A Fierce Desert Flower (as discussed in the previous post) and read its description about being seen, I took a deep breath and let the message in.

Rae Diamond, author of The Cantigee Oracle cards writes: Something in you or in your life is ready to explode in color and presence, and to be seen. And as is the purpose of any flower, this is something that will bring further support to you once you let it show. We all want to magnetize and draw support to us. When bring seen has historically brought the opposite, it is just instinct to shun the spotlight. I've learned that I'm very comfortable being seen when I'm helping others find ways to free their voices and engage with their authentic selves. I don't mind being seen when I'm being a contribution and sharing the challenges and hacks of my journey with others. I still avoid posting pictures of myself and daily slices of my life as much as I can, but have been committed to doing what I can to support a long healthy life for my writing.

Do you struggle with being seen? If so, what encourages you to share yourself against your instincts? I truly believe a harmonious world is one where we all have the space to express our thoughts, feelings and creativity. Those expressions all call for being seen. I will continue meditating on ways to be and express without letting the punishing gaze of my past silence my communications. I will pray for your voice to be unfettered and free!

🙏🏾🙏🏾

Onward!

—K. Ibura

#healing #spirituality #healing encounter #journeys #life journey #art #oracle cards #cantigee oracle #being seen #the gaze #selfpromotion #the writing life

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writinandcrying · 2 years ago

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Hello, are you still accept a matchup? If so, I prefer for male character please. I'm a girl, my pronouns is she/her and I'm straight.

My height is 5'5", i have a short purple hair (dyed), and I wear glasses too (my sight is really bad)

My hobbies currently is editing video or photo, i like taking picture of nature or just random building, 'cause I wanna be a photographer. I don't like people who always interrupt (well, who doesn't? I'm a listener btw) and I really hate those who bother the people I care about *protectiveness intensifies*

I'm actually a calm person, but not in front of my best friend. Only they know how crazy I am. I'm also the type who always hug my friends when I meet them (I'm taller than them, so it's easy for me to hug and put my chin on their head). If I see my friends or family sitting on the sofa, I jumped straight at them and put my head on their laps, then hugging their waist (again.. Hug.. I also snuggle to their stomach), please play with my hair or at least tracing some random pattern on my back. Am I sound like a clingy person? 😅😅 I may sound like a character in fanfiction or something, but really I've always been like that. And of course, I would do all of that if they were comfortable with my treatment. Obviously, my love language is physical affection.

But if someone do that to me, I'll freeze right away because people rarely do that to me and I don't know what to do. But I'll be calm in a minute and play with their hair or just rub it (it become my habit).

I feel pretty confident. I like who I am, but there are times when I'm insecure about the pimples that always appear on my forehead. Sometimes i also think, am I enough for them? For my family, my friends. But overall, I'm grateful that I'm surrounded by good people.

Aand that's it. I hope you don't get confused, because English is not my first language. Thank you in advanced, have i nice day and take care of your health (ɔˆз(ˆ⌣ˆc)

hi there! since you didn't specify im assuming this is about the tmnt / rottmnt boys! and bro are you kidding me your english is amazing

i really wanna ship you with Casey jones specially over the rottmnt movie, but unfortunately i still havent watched the movie, (im trying to dodge every spoiler? yes, am i succeeding? wonderful question i shall not reply lmao) idk why but i just got the vibes, so lets just put a pin on it, yeah?

eitherway- i ship you with...

Raphael

the last 3? matchups this guy was the main choice as well....... in my defense- he is just too shippable

Ok so, first of all, you have some similarities with Don and Leo, Don being not used to receiving affection, i heacanon he also enjoys photography in his spare time when he needs to unwind and have some alone time, and Leo being self conscious of their own value, i think you can be great buddies with both, finding comfort into talking about common problems or shared hobbies, plus you being so affectionate (at least in a giving scenario) is extremely welcomed by 3/4 of the brothers (donnie still need times with getting used to hugs and all, but he sometimes enjoys tolerates when you place your head on top of his to check his new inventions - a secret he shall never tell)

i think the turning moment to Raph start having a crush on you was during a movie night, you just lay down on his legs, unapologetic used his tights as a pillow as all of you gathered watched the movie, they are all used to humans not being fond of them and their image, but Raph usually got the most bitter encounters of them all due to his size and spikes, he quietly noticed how affectioned you could be with the others, but him receiving it was another story, that alone made some butterflies spread their wings in his tummy

he found it really cute, extremely cute, he wants to be the one to make you blush kinda cute whenever you malfunctioned after getting a hug or kiss, you searched for comfort, but whenever someone initiated, you would get shy: that for him is extremely adorable!

he enjoys how calm you can be, he reallyyy loved when you showed your true colors, loves the exciting new you as much as he adores the calm, quiet one. oh! Raph really likes your confidence, and shall shoosh any insecurities away you might have. On the days you are feeling a bit down or doubting yourself, he wont hesitate to shower you with compliments and affection

if someone ever interrupts him (or any of their brothers / friends really) and you get over-protective, you will have his heart fr. Raph is used to being the big brother, the protector, he knows his family has his back, but seeing his crush getting over protective over them? over him?? heart snatched, 100/10 experience, please do it again

he might try to persuade you into trying red hair dye, just to test the waters (the purple and glasses remind him of young donnie and its confusing sometimes, he adores purple on you but hm. please try red lol)

eitherway, to sum it up, he adores your calm / affectionate personality, at first- he wants to give back as much as you do, he knows you can react a bit like his younger brother, so he goes slow, gives you time until you are more comfortable with receiving it. he has so much patience with you <3 oh! he has learned from your interactions that he is indeed a cuddler, and he cannot get enough of you.

hope you liked it! match ups are open!

#rottmnt fandom #rottmnt matchup #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt matchup #giulia writes

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(I'm too lazy to keep linking every single post at the top so I'm just gonna link part 1 & the previous part from now on, will add next buttons as new posts are published. Not 100% sure how many more posts are coming but I'm really enjoying writing this!)

[ Part 1 / Part 7 ]

*Content note for discussion of pregnancy loss & infertility*

PART 8

Bev *hates* Wyoming.

She's rushing through the airport to her gate, dialing a number as she goes. It hits the voicemail box. "Peter, it's Beverly. Arm the alarms and don't let anyone in. Call security if you have to, and have your PR people at the ready. I'll explain later," she hangs up, swearing under her breath. Of course Joanne would get on the damn plane using Bev's connections. She must have used one of her personal credit cards in an attempt to keep Bev off of her trail. But Bev's connections mean a heads up when someone who is definitely not her uses the name "Siobhan O'Donnell" to bypass airport security.

(Cheyenne, 7.5 years ago...)

"Ahh, there's my beautiful woman!" Peter exclaims, embracing Bev as she steps out of the car. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and takes her hand.

"Hey, stranger," she winks. "How's city counsel?"

"Oh, the same as ever. Taxes this, potholes that, and did you hear who's sleeping with their secretary this time?" He lets out a sarcastic laugh. "How goes it for," his tone changes to a cinematic, smooth tone, "Beverly Jones, attorney at law?"

"Well, it has been insanely busy. We just opened up the new Reno office."

"Wow! That's 3 states now, right?"

"Yes! And I've got some great attorneys in mind to help staff it." She smiles. "Once it's all set up, I can stay here in Cheyenne with you, full-time."

Peter turns to face her, putting his hands on her waist. He's tall, solidly built, a tinge of premature gray streaked through the front of his brown hair. "I can't wait," he says, kissing her slowly.

Bev and Peter met in college back at UCLA, but in the end, Peter returned to his home state - Wyoming. He loved the city he grew up in, and couldn't wait to raise a family here.

"I hope our first child is a boy," he says, a glimmer in his eye.

"Well, the most important thing for me is that, when it happens, we have a happy, healthy child, whether they're a boy, a girl, both, neither." Bev smiles. "But... I did always imagine myself having a daughter."

(Athens...)

Hera and Kimberly are packing up. "Where do you think they went?"

"I have no fucking clue," Hera says. "She literally *never* talks about him. I don't even know the guy's name!" Hera stops as a realization dawns on her. "I know who might be able to help, though."

(Cheyenne, 7.25 years ago...)

"Peterrrr, how's it hanging?" Peter walks in to the office, surprised to see the governor standing by the door. "Mind if we chat for a minute?"

"Sure, uh, what about?" He closes the office door behind them.

"I hear you've been considering stepping back from the counsel a little bit. What's going on, man?"

"Well, my wife and I are trying to conceive," he says, a proud smile growing on his face. "I'm going to be a dad, Bill."

"Hey, that's incredible!" The governor smiles. "I'm just worried that in all the excitement, you're forgetting about me."

Peter feels the back of his neck grow hot. "No, sir, I'll never forget what you've done for me."

The governor sits back in his seat. "Good. That's what I thought. And it's a good thing, too, because I'm here to collect."

A cold chill rushes up Peter's spine. "...what do you want?"

"I heard through the grapevine that a senate seat is opening in your district. You're going to run, and you're going to win. And as long as I am satisfied with your voting record, nobody needs to know how a poor boy from rural Wyoming went to college out-of-state with no loans and somehow grew fabulously wealthy in such a short period of time, on a public servant's salary, no less." The governor puts a button pin on Peter's desk that reads, "Peter Jones for Senate." He smirks. "Call me if you need any advice, Peter." He exits the office.

Peter puts his head in his hands and weeps.

(Amsterdam, present day...)

Kimberly dodges through the bustling crowd on the streets, trying to keep up with Hera. The pair duck into a dark alley, making sure nobody sees as they turn the corner and approach an empty coffee house. The outside of the building is covered in grime, and the sign that should read "Geöffnett" is missing both E's. Hera and Kimberly duck inside. Hera approaches the dimly lit counter and enters her order on the kiosk - a blueberry-cinnamon-toasted almond espresso shot made with extra water, a squeeze of lemon, and salted caramel foam. Kimberly gags. Hera smirks in her direction.

A light appears behind the counter, and suddenly, a hidden door opens to reveal a long, dark tunnel. Kimberly and Hera follow it downwards. They soon reach a thick, steel door. Hera knocks 6 times. The door slowly opens.

"Heeeeeeey!" A woman with choppy dark hair and an undercut rushes out to embrace Hera. "It's been a while!" She turns to Kimberly. "Is this who I know it is?"

Hera laughs. "Yes, this is my girlfriend, Kimberly. Kimberly, meet Athena, the Goddess of knowledge."

(Phoenix, 7 years ago...)

Peter is on edge, incredibly frustrated. He made his own bed when he got involved with the governor in the first place, now he has to lie in it. Figuratively, and literally. He told Bev he wanted to take her on a vacation for their anniversary, traveling from Phoenix to Los Angeles.

In reality, he's using the trip to tell Bev about his run for senate, and has several business-related stops to make on the trip.

In the hotel room, Bev is ecstatic. She's planned this day for a long time. She wears the dress she wore the night Peter proposed - a sleeveless black satin slip, long white gloves, pearls. She feels like a red-haired Audrey Hepburn. Bev looks in the mirror and rubs a hand over her belly. Nobody else knows yet. She smiles. This is what she wants, more than anything else in the world.

"Bev, are you ready?" Joanne calls from the next room. Joanne is visiting family, and agreed to give Bev a ride to the restaurant so she could surprise Peter when she got there.

(Amsterdam...)

The room at the base of the tunnel is filled to nearly bursting with computer servers. Multiple large monitors read out security reports, maintenance reports, efficiency reports.... Kimberly feels like she stepped into a spaceship, its quirky captain clacking away at the keys on a massive supercomputer. "This is incredible."

Athena scoffs. "It's all older model processors. Still impenetrable, but slower than I'd like. Makes getting kicked out by a hypervigilant security program slightly more possible." She's seated in a massive chair. She wears a black hoodie, a cat eared headband, fingerless mesh gloves, and short black pleated skirt over stripped stockings. She's adorable, Kimberly thinks.

"The reason why Zeus is so moronic is because when Athena popped out of his forehead, she took all his brains with her," Hera giggles, giving a playful tap on Athena's nose. Athena sticks out her tongue at Hera, then returns to typing. "She's been in the mortal world for longer than I have, and she can find out just about *anything.* Hell, most of the time, she already knows."

"I mean, I think I'd be failing as the Goddess of knowledge if I didn't literally have the knowledge," she says. "Now, I know you're trying to track down the estranged husband of that depressed bisexual lawyer."

"...damn, you're good," Kimberly laughs.

"His name is Peter Jones. Not hard to find info on him because he's a US senator. Born & raised in Wyoming, studied poli-sci at UCLA, leans conservative, popular in the polls. Oh, and he's shady as fuck."

"I already hate him," Kimberly rolls her eyes. "Do we really have to go save him?"

"...I mean, my plan was literally to just be there to support Bev. *Do* we have to save him?"

"Umm, you might want to consider it, since if he goes down, the people he's in bed with will probably come for Bev!" Athena chimes in. "He's at his house in Horse Creek. I've already hacked the airlines to get you a flight out to Cheyenne, you'll have to book it by car after that." Athena turns to Hera, growing serious. "You should be ok as long as you take the flights I booked for you, but Zeus is very close to escaping Hades, and he is PISSED. Be on guard." She cracks open an energy drink and continues to clack away at the keys. "That guy is a dick, Hera, and I'm so glad you finally figured it out."

"That Zeus sucks?"

"No, that you're gay. I called it, like, 8 centuries ago."

(Phoenix, 7 years ago...)

Bev approaches Quiessence, stunned by the beautiful gardens. She walks through the yard towards the private table near a massive brick oven. Peter is seated there, wearing a crisp white button-up shirt with a navy tie and slacks. She feels her cheeks flush as she approaches the table. After 5 years, she still feels butterflies when she sees him.

Peter is on edge, and Bev recognizes it immediately. She gives him a quick peck on the cheek, and sits at the table. "Is everything okay?"

"We need to talk." He takes a deep breath. "I... I did some really horrible things, Beverly." He pauses, runs a hand over his head. Bev looks at him, searching for some hint of what's coming. "Not just illegal. Immoral. People died because of me, families, little kids! And I got paid. It's a lot of money, Bev. It was a long time ago... I've been keeping it hidden, but someone very powerful found out about it, and I have to do what he says or he is going to expose me."

"...what did you do?" Bev feels sick to her stomach.

"It's better if you don't know. You're already in danger because of me. Just know that if anyone found out, we'd both be completely ruined." Peter takes a nervous sip of water. "Beverly, I'm so sorry. I wish I could go back and talk myself out of it." Beverly remembers all the sleepless nights, the times Peter has gotten drunk and cried uncontrollably for hours. It all seems to make more sense, and yet, she's never been more confused in her life. Her stomach is in knots.

Bev reaches a hand across the table. "Peter..."

He cuts her off, head down. "There's something else. The person who knows about my past, he's holding it over my head. He wants someone he can use in the government." He looks up at Bev, eyes watering. "I'm announcing my senate run later tonight. He's meeting me later on. I need you to find a reason to not be there."

"I..." Bev is at a loss. She doesn't understand. Just 30 minutes ago, she was imagining their future, their child. Now, she's struggling against the fact that the man across the table may as well be a complete stranger. Her head is spinning.

She looks at him, looking deep into his eyes. She peels back his layers, one by one, until she sees it; a glimpse, a hint of the man she has loved since meeting him all those years ago. They're still the American dream. They're a family. No matter what, she trusts him. She picks up the empty wine glass set on the table and smashes it, cutting a deep gash into her palm in the process. Sharp pain shoots through her shoulder down to her fingertips. "I love you," she says to Peter. He rushes to her side, a concerned look on his face. She waves him off. "I'll be fine. Now I have an excuse to not be there tonight. You go. I've got this handled. I'll catch up with you later. I want to talk to you about something, too." A waiter notices Bev bleeding and rushes over to help, shouting for someone to call an ambulance.

Bev looks at Peter and waves him off again. He looks at his wife, the woman he would give anything for. Every piece of him wants to stay with her. He walks away, tears running down his face.

(Washington Dulles International Airport...)

"Alright Jo, you've made your point. I will tell you *everything,* but I need you to pick up the phone and do not go to Peter. You think you know everything about me, about my marriage? You have no fucking clue. Listen... I'm sorry I shut you out. Give me a chance, Jo. I'm about to board my flight, please, I'm begging you, wait for me in Cheyenne, at the office. I will explain it all to you. No more lying, no more hiding."

(Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean...)

"What do you think is going to happen when Zeus gets back?"

"He's going to come for us."

"What are we going to do?"

"Stay the course. I still want to move on the divorce. We're so close to making it happen."

"....and what if he doesn't accept it?"

"...."

(St. Luke's Hospital, 7 years ago...)

"Your heart rate is through the roof." The nurse has a worried look on her face. "How did you hurt your hand?"

"I broke a glass... miss, my stomach hurts, really badly." Bev feels sick. "I'm 9 weeks pregnant."

"Have you seen a doctor about the pregnancy yet?"

"No, my first appointment is on Tuesday..." Bev can barely focus. Something is wrong. "You need to check on my baby."

The monitor beeps as the blood pressure cuff finishes its cycle. The nurse keeps a steely expression, but Bev catches a moment of panic in her eyes. "Ma'am, we're going to get a doctor in here, right away. We will check on your baby, but I'm going to try to help you too, okay? My name's Gina, I'm going to take good care of you." The nurse takes Bev's arm and begins prepping to place an IV port. "Is this your first?"

"Yes, my husband and I...." suddenly, everything starts to get really dark. Bev can hear voices calling her name, calling the doctor, an alarm, something called a "code blue." Then, there's nothing.

(Cheyenne...)

Joanne turns her cellphone back on. 26 missed calls. She listens to the voicemails, then takes the SIM card out of the phone. She stumbles up the steps to the Cheyenne office, exhausted. But, she still has a mission.

She goes into Bev's office. She inhales deeply. It smells like Bev. There's years of history inside these walls. They've worked on so many cases in this office together. This is going to hurt Joanne just as much as it will hurt Bev.

Joanne pulls the fire alarm as she casually exits the building, a blazing fire raging in the space that once held Bev's second busiest law office.

Shortly after, Bev stands outside and watches, speechless, as the fire department struggles to contain the fire. The building's janitor lies under a tarp on the street, waiting to be carted away to the morgue. The fire is threatening several nearby structures. Bev is always a step ahead, in every situation.

Now? No. She was not prepared for this. She did not even imagine a world where this might have been remotely possible.

(St. Luke's...)

A monitor beeps in a steady rhythm. The IV matches it with its drip, drip, drip. Bev feels a tight squeeze on her arm as the blood pressure cuff inflates. She opens her eyes. Everything hurts. Something is seriously wrong. She tries to sit up, but she can't. She cries out in pain. In the corner of the room, her clothes are in a plastic bag. Her gown is ripped in a jagged manner, like it was cut off of her in a hurry with scissors.

Someone in the hall hears her, and gets the attention of her nurse, who rushes in. Bev is sobbing, it all hurts so bad. "Beverly, it's me, Gina. I'm going to get you something for the pain, okay sweetie? The doctor is going to come talk to you soon."

Bev uses all the strength she has left to look up at Gina. "Is my baby okay?" The nurse's lips form a tight line. Her eyes fill with pity. Bev screams. The world turns black again.

(Cheyenne...)

Bev has been sitting on the ground for what feels like years. The remains of the building that housed the Cheyenne office are still letting off smoke in some places. The firefighters continue to investigate the scene, ensuring the fire is out. They suspect arson. Three people are dead, eight are seriously burned, four have carbon monoxide poisoning. The fire spread to the buildings on either side, one of which was an apartment building. Bev watches families, some with small children, call relatives, tears streaming down their faces.

Kimberly throws a blanket over Bev's shoulders and sits down beside her. Hera is talking to the firefighters.

"Seven years ago, I had an ectopic pregnancy. I was under severe stress at that time in my life, and the tube ruptured. The surgeon couldn't stop the bleeding, and they had to perform an emergency hysterectomy to save my life." Bev is numb. Her voice sounds dead and flat. "Nobody even knew I was pregnant, not Peter, not...." her voice trails off. Kimberly wraps an arm around her and hugs her tight. "I had to quit doing adoption cases. I couldn't handle watching families being built when mine was destroyed. I lost my baby. I lost the chance to try again. God, I don't even think I would've tried again if I could've." Bev is silent for a moment. "And I couldn't face Peter. I called him when I was at the hospital and told him it was his fault. And even though I've been hiding from him all these years... I always loved him. And he never stopped loving me, either. Maybe our relationship looks strange from the outside, but it's real."

Hera comes back. "I told them about Joanne. They're going to start looking for her."

"Good," Bev says. She looks up at Hera. "Once we finish your case, you can have her job if you want it." She laughs, wild and unhinged. Kimberly and Hera exchange a look of concern. Kimberly motions towards the empty liquor bottle by Bev's feet.

"Bev, honey, let's go get some rest. We can talk more in the morning." Hera and Kimberly each put an arm around Bev to help her stand. The trio hobbles off towards Bev's Cheyenne apartment. There are still so many things that need to be done.

For now, Bev needs rest, and Hera and Kimberly will do what they can for her.

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You are a divorce lawyer, the best in your field. You have just received word that you will representing the Greek goddess Hera in her divorce from Zeus.

#creative writing #writeblr #writing prompts #writing #catgirl athena #lesbian hera #divorce #lesbian #fuck zeus #lawyer #lgbtqia+#greek mythology #greek pantheon #greek gods #hera #athena

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classicsubliminalbo · 1 month ago

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An Alpha Interview #1: Ashley Mangum

Originally published Dec 18, 2020

“All my life I wanted to be an Alpha.

“I didn't know, but it always there. I felt it in the way I envied the cheerleaders in high school. How a butterface like Jeanie McNamara could slip on that tight little uniform with the short pleaded skirt and the long bow in her hair and suddenly, like magic, she had boys waiting diligent at her locker to carry her books. I felt it when I eavesdropped on the girls in the locker room sharing their dirtiest secrets. How jealous I was when I heard that Eve Skinner had won a prize like Bobby Jones, claiming him in the back of his mom's Volvo. And when I had my sloppy first, Mason Cousins. I felt it when my fear turned to pride at the sight of a hard cock that was all mine. I giggled, ‘I did this,’ as I flicked my tongue over the head of his penis, and when I finally felt him squirm with anticipation, I wrapped my lips around him and sucked.

“I felt it, but I didn't know it. Not until I met Madison Wells.

“All I wanted--at least all I thought I wanted--was a support system. A sisterhood that would foster me through those tough early days of college. An opportunity to make friends in a new place, to have a safe space where I could destress with my girls and maybe even have a few drinks here and there. But I quickly learned that things are run differently in this sorority. By the time I pledged, Madison was the center of the Alpha universe. It sounds silly now, but I was first drawn to Alpha Delta Theta because of the promise of community service. Though the Alphas were a historically marginal sorority, Madison's tenure changed everything. When I arrived on campus, the Alphas were the most socially and politically active sororities on campus. The other houses were comfortable sitting back and watching the fraternities run the show. But Madison was a fearless leader who wasn't afraid to challenge the status quo. She confronted the issues that everyone had simply turned a blind eye to: sexism, harassment, even campus crime. There was a lot of change happening on campus, but if you really wanted to be a part of it, you had to pledge to the Alphas. I was more than happy to.

“But when I met Madison I was skeptical. At first I only saw her in passing, never long enough to strike up a real conversation. I could manage a meager ‘hi,’ but she would only look through me with those cunning eyes. I know now that I was simply jealous of her. Of everything. One of the first truths we teach as Alphas is that Madison is the goddess by which all other forms are molded. But I couldn't comprehend that at first. My big sister, an upperclassman named Caroline, was so struck by Madison's power that all she could do was gush about her beauty and her intelligence and her leadership. In fact, Madison was all any of the initiated sisters wanted to talk about. Some of the other pledges were turned off by this, but my conviction wouldn't waver. Caroline made sure of that.

“‘I don't know,’ I frowned, holding the pair of lingerie out at arm's length. I'd heard stories about Obedience by Fleur, the kinds of things that girls would do under the lingerie's soft seduction. I couldn't imagine what kind of pledging ritual needed my complete obedience.

“‘That's the whole point,’ Caroline objected. ‘We used to do trust falls. Now we do this. Wearing Obedience signals to us that you can place your full faith and confidence in your sisters to care for your wellbeing. It's the ultimate gesture of trust.’ She smiled that bright white smile. A lot of money had gone into Caroline's smile. Thousands. Tens of thousands. I was just a middle class girl from cowtown, Washington.

“‘I trust you,’ I said.

“It's hard to describe the feeling of Obedience. First, you lose any doubts. You can feel all those silly inhibitions slipping away like a heavy rock lifted from your chest. Second, you feel your mind opening. The next thing you hear will be the absolute truth.

“‘No more doubts,’ Caroline whispered into my ear.

“I sat at the edge of the bed in my room, my arms limp by my side, my head tilting slightly back and forth. ‘No more doubts,’ I repeated.

“‘Madison Wells is a goddess,’ Caroline said. I repeated her. ‘You'll help the other pledges see that, won't you?’ ‘Yes.'

“And so, I became a willful participant in the enslavement of the other pledges. Once a few of us began wearing Obedience, it became easy to get the rest. Peer pressure hadn't gone away with high school. Soon we were all discussing Madison like the other sisters, repeating everything we had been told about her until it was an absolute truth. I barely knew Madison, but by the end of that week she was the center of my universe.

“After a month of service, I was finally granted an audience with Madison. It was the first conversation I'd had with her since moving into the household. Each pledge was granted an opportunity to mee with Madison one-on-one to discuss their place among the sorority. These meetings took place late at night in the basement of the sorority house. We were instructed to come fully nude, without the influence of Obedience to ensure our loyalty was growing deeper than the control of the lingerie itself. Obedience was the first step of Madison's three-step pledging process. She called this step ‘Cleaning,’ or the process of emptying out a pledge's mind for reeducation. Step two, ‘Discovery,’ was the process of studying a pledge's innate desires for a better educational experience.

“In Discovery, Madison and the pledge would share a small space--the basement--sitting face-to-face. She would fire off rapid questions which the pledge is encouraged to answer without hesitation. If there is hesitation, Madison would slap the pledge across their face. The questions begin simple--favorite color, name of a grandparent, first fuck.

“‘What?’ I asked.

“I cried as Madison's hand clapped hard across my face. She didn't blink, didn't miss a beat, just moved on to the next question. ‘Favorite weather?’ ‘Rainy,’ I shot back quickly for fear of another slap. ‘Who was your favorite teacher in high school?’ ‘Mr. Hughes.’ ‘What is your major of study?’ ‘Economics.’ ‘First fuck.’

“‘I'm a virgin.’ The words stumbled from my mouth, but I managed to end confidently and spare myself more abuse.

“The questions grew more sensitive as the session continued. She asked me if I'd had oral sex (yes), if I enjoyed the taste of a man's cum (no), if I'd imagined myself with a woman (yes).

“‘Do you imagine yourself with me?’ she asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘What do you find desirable about me?’ ‘You're powerful,’ I replied. ‘Do you want to be dominated?’ ‘No.’ ‘Do you want to dominate me?’ ‘Yes.’

‘A smile spread over her thin lips. 'Why did you pledge to this sorority?' 'To be powerful,' I said. 'Like you.'

“All told, the session felt like hours but could have been minutes. My mind was still swirling from the pleasure response of Obedience, but I was beginning to feel that familiar pang of need that I got whenever I took it off. Madison released me, and I returned to my bedroom where I immediately sank once again into Obedience's embrace.

“Madison had all the data she needed to prep me for the final step of pledging: "Education." Her secret weapon was some VR technology that she'd gotten from like, NASA. The headset itself was your standard mind control device. You know the gist, hypnotic spirals, entrancing colors, coded subliminals designed to enforce Madison's will. It was enough to drop the wearer deeper into trance than any pair of Obedience yet released on the market. The same concept, of course, but visual rather than physical stimulation. The sophistication in Madison's program was in the way it used standard hypnotic subliminals to hack the wearer's brain. The headset was custom made to scan brainwaves, searching for the wearer's latent submissive triggers to manifest experiences in the wearer's field of vision. The program can do the heavy lifting on its own, but Madison said it worked best when pushed in a certain direction. If all of this sounds like silly technical mumbo jumbo, let me just put it more simply:

“While my eyes were distracted by a pretty light show, my brain was simulating my deepest, most submissive desires. I later learned that it was common practice to have a sister perform oral sex on a pledge who fights the programming. But why would I fight? At that point I knew that all I wanted was to be an Alpha. It was truth that had followed me from birth, through grade school, and finally into college. I needed her to command me. To own me. To dominate me.”

The skeptical click of Dr. Fielding’s tongue pulled the Alpha from her memory. Her glazed eyes flitted up to the professor sitting in the chair opposite her.

“What?” the Alpha asked.

Dr. Fielding mulled over her approach, then said thoughtfully, “When Madison asked you if you wanted to be dominated, you said no.”

“Of course,” the Alpha smiled. “That’s what the program gave me. A simulated space where I could be the dominant. Where I took control of Madison and made her mine. Can you imagine?”

“I cannot,” Dr. Fielding replied dryly.

“The only thing was that I didn’t realize how empty it would feel to have total control. It was Madison who suggested a role reversal.”

“Interesting,” Dr. Fielding scribbled on her notepad.

“She said that to be a better mistress, I could try being the slave. I unclasped the collar that I’d used to ensnare Madison and she placed it around my neck. That’s when I realized how much I truly enjoyed to submit. Obedience offered me a constant, beating pulse of pleasure. But Madison’s program gave me an existence.”

“And when you woke up you felt nothing but loyalty to the Alphas.”

“Please don’t take it away from me,” the Alpha said. Her hand twitched on the arm of her chair. Dr. Fielding noted how she gripped it like she were fighting to stand. “I know about the other girls. I know what you do to them.”

“I deprogram them,” Dr. Fielding said. “Once I have the full story.”

The Alpha was as powerless to Dr. Fielding as she was to Madison. The professor proved to be a powerful hypnotist, able to sway a person with only her words. She didn’t need any NASA technology. A tear streaked down the girl’s cheek. Dr. Fielding wasn’t apathetic.

“What you’re feeling right now is artificial. Madison planted it in your mind. I’m going to clear all of those desires. I’m going to make you the person that you were before you pledged, and you’ll barely remember anything that took place at the sorority. You won’t thank me, because you won’t know to, but I know you’ll be happy. You just have to trust me.”

The Alpha wanted to protest, but the click of Dr. Fielding’s pen ended the session. The girl’s head dropped as she fell into a deep sleep, ready for deprogramming.

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“Another one down,” Sylvia sighed as she collapsed into her chair behind her desk. She reached down into her drawer and pulled out a bottle of Wild Turkey and a glass. Sylvia never refused an opportunity to go digging into someone’s head, but the Alphas cleanup was becoming monotonous. Two-dozen brainwashed co-eds, a basement stuffed with narcotics, Madison Wells on the run, and the whole mess was Sylvia’s to clean up. She took a sip from her glass and considered the nuclear option of leaking the whole story to the media.

But then she’d have to start over somewhere else, find a new name. And she liked Sylvia Fielding. It suited her way more than the last one.

As she drank, Sylvia absently scrolled through the Alpha’s file, searching for any trace of Madison Wells. She pulled up the information recovered from the girl’s phone; text messages, call logs, and of course the camera roll. The girl’s camera roll was filthy with pornographic images taken, Sylvia was certain, for Madison. Sylvia was certain of this because it was a tactic that she herself had taught Madison. You can never have too much dirt on someone. Even if they’re you’re mindless thrall. Sexting could be strong leverage if a slave broke control, as well as an effective tool for reinforcing their conditioning.

A moan escaped Sylvia’s lips as her fingers slid down her waistband, probing her hardening clit.

Of course it was hot too.

It took a strong will like Sylvia’s to sit across from a sexy, mindless bimbo and not act upon her urges. As the Alpha related her experience being brainwashed by Madison. This one’s was mild, only having been a pledge for the last semester. The other girls were unbearable: the terrible, dirty, sexy things that Madison had made them do to her and the others drove Sylvia wild. When she felt herself soaking through, she would scribble unflattering thoughts on her notepad to keep back her urges.

Now that she was staring at the Alpha’s blank eyes and massive tits, she had no choice but to indulge herself. Sylvia believed she earned it.

When she was finished, Sylvia did as she would with all of the Alphas she deprogrammed. She copied the contents of the girl’s camera roll to a hidden file on her hard drive. She had thousands of folders on her computer for each student that she had worked with. She made a new file for the Alpha titled: Mangum, Ashley.

#subliminalbo #subliminalbo's alphas

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ego-meliorem-esse · 3 years ago

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At this point the only art I'm making is for this cursed fandom... Guess I'll never truly get out of the Hetalia circle lol

Anyway, here are my headcanons for the absolute himbo that is Alfred F. Jones.

Appearance, fashion and demeanour:

Alfred has short dirty blonde hair styled in a side part.

He has wide, deep blue eyes filled with curiosity and intrigue. Immediately when you meet Alfred, there is a warmth to him. He makes you feel like you really should be talking to him. You feel as if he could fix all your problems with his signature Hollywood smile.

He has a delicate nose with a slight bump that is absolutely perfect for his face.

Those features, along with fuller lips, give him the trademark Hollywood poster boy look. This masculine and rugged cowboy looks good, and unfortunately for everyone, knows it.

Alfred works out almost every day to keep himself in the best possible shape. He is tall (still not as tall as Matthew) and, along with his muscular frame, will use his height to his advantage whenever he can.

His fashion sense varies from hypebeast to the latest and most fashionable suits he can get. When it comes to fashion (along with anything in his life), Alfred likes to show off. He likes to give of the aura that he isn't worried much about what other think, yet deep down, wants people to regard him as this ideal person/country. He is very much aware of how other perceive him and what they think of him though.

Alfred is way more intelligent than what he is perceived as. In his own twisted way, he likes for the others to believe he hasn't touched a real book in centuries. This, of course, is very far from the truth. Alfred loves reading and generally acquiring informations through any means possible. He is very dedicated to understanding as much as he can in as little time as he can. He is an absolute perfectionist.

Alfred is loud and assertive. I wouldn't say he is selfish but he is very self-centered. Sometimes it's hard for him to see a point from another's perspective due to his idealism.

One of his passions is astronomy. It has been for centuries, since he was a child. During his childhood, Arthur would buy him any astronomy book that he could get his hands on. He would bring the boy the latest books on space that were not even translated into English yet. This hobby of his precedes even his love for enlightenment literature.

Family and friends:

Alfred is Arthurs first son as well as England's first overseas colony. He received that special treatment only firstborns get. Especially firstborns whose father is Arthur Kirkland. As a child Alfred was spoiled. He got to read whatever he wanted, even if that literature went against what dear old dad stood for (I.e. enlightenment books). Alfred had the freedom (*cough cough*) to ask for

whatever from the English Empire and his dear papi would probably get it for him.

Most of his childhood was spent in London with Arthur, but he also spent a lot of his time in the colonies. Alfred hated rain so one could say he was thrilled when he got to leave the boring and rainy London and go to his home in Virginia.

He considers Matthews arrival into the Kirkland household as one of the best times in his childhood. As a lonely only child, he was very excited when he got a brother to play and spend time with. While he was a lot for Matt to handle at once (due to Alfred's loud and extroverted nature), he eventually started to appreciated Alfred. They were inseparable from 1763 to about 1775 when Alfred left to pursue his revolution. This of course left

a big hole in Matthew's heart and Alfred knows this, yet doesn't know how to show his brother that he understands his pain. The person he doesn't know how much he hurt is Arthur. After disowning Alfred, Arthur wasn't as affectionate with the rest of his children later on. The emotions and feelings he showed Alfred were thrown back in his face and he wouldn't let that happen again.

Alfred found a mentor in Francis, Arthur's Long time rival (occasional lover) and enemy. Francis was intelligent and a good tactician. They got along very well. Francis showed Alfred the wonders of Versailles, and even though that was a bit much for Alfred's liking, the boy still found it all to be very inspiring. Even today Alfred still regards Francis as his mentor in certain ways.

Along with Francis, Gilbert was an influence as well as a first crush for Alfred. Though if Gil was even aware of Alfred's affections was questionable, or if he was he certainly didn't reciprocate those affections. To Francis it was all a bit to obvious but he never made any comments. Later on Alfred's crush on Gilbert luckily died down.

There are many countries that simply dislike Alfred. During the cold War it was Russia/The Soviet Union and other communist nations. Even today there is China who certainly doesn't like the over-ambitious young boy. Every one of those countries has the same mindset when it comes to the young idealist: he got his powers wayyy too soon. He didn't suffer enough for the position he is in. Alfred was lucky and had been born to a start-up superpower who was not hesitant to teach him the rules of the game their kind played.

Nevertheless, there is a small bit of respect given to Alfred by most of his rivals.

Again, my headcanons are getting too long so this is where I shall stop myself lol

Today I present to you two drawings for the price of one (and the price of my mental sanity after my wacom overheated and went into panic mode but I digress...)

edit: Thank you @draw-a-circle-thats-the-foxhole for your help with the headcanons. I don't think I could have come up with better descriptions of this star-spangled bastard boy myself. I bow to your competence with words!

#Alsoo I know the Alfreds don't look alike at all in my drawings #since I still can't decide how to translate my thoughts about how he looks to paper :/#I just love this overly-excited all-american boy #hws america #hetalia #historical hetalia #myart #my headcanons #aph america #alfred f jones #also also sorry for the sketchiness of the drawing i have no patience to finish anything

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youryanderedaddy · 4 years ago

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Hello, do you accept order? If yes, you could make a single one shot of Yandere! Brat Spoiled, please...

What would it be like if Yandere were the son of wealthy parents who always have everything they want, when they don't always get what they like, always act like a spoiled brat (and also his parents are afraid of their son, as they have already seen what he is capable of when he gets angry)... that's where the reader comes in. She is a new student at school, a nice and kind person, so the yandere knows her and falls in love so strongly that she never felt that way in life, but the reader is always rejecting her advances for being a spoiled brat and the way he treats the people around you.

What happens next?

Title: Eat the poor

Tw: non - consensual touching, obsessive/possessive behavior, violence, low-key bullying, blackmail / coercion, reader is in university

Part 2

It had started during your very first year of college, back when you still felt motivated to go to school and meet new people. You had heard the rumors about him before ever meeting his gaze and oh, did they disappoint.

You met Gabrielle for the first time when the snowdrops bloomed and the birds returned home – in the early autumn, at night, in a small crowded room reeking of alcohol, sweat and cheap cologne which you quickly realized wasn’t his. The man smelt like the cigarettes he never got bored of and sweet caramel. He was wearing a big leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans, yet the simplicity of the outfit seemed to suit the expensive brands displayed on the clothing. In a way the student represented the typical youthful boyish beauty with his golden locks, eyes the color of the sky and frame tall and well – built. Yet his face remained motionless the whole night and his body stayed still despite the mass of bodies dancing around in rhythm. But then some poor unfortunate fool managed to bump into the male, spilling his drink all over him, and his pretty face quickly twisted into a mask of disgust and anger.

“You stupid piece of shit!” The male yelled shortly after as his fist connected with the stuttering boy’s stomach. His clear eyes were now two wild thunderstorms pouring rain and lightning over the tipsy guy who was nervously apologizing and promising to pay for the damages done. “Do you know how much this costs?” Gabrielle spat with venom and pushed the other onto the floor, bringing his black sneakers to that white shirt until there was a mark of dirt formed on the otherwise clean fabric. Everyone else in the room had stopped drinking now and all the eyes were pinned onto the two men yet no one had the courage to do anything. Your own heart was beating hard in your chest at the sudden display of unnecessary violence but you had always been a calm kid, a kind soul too scared of its own shadow to learn how to fight properly. So you had no idea what to do.

“My father can have you expelled, you know.” The blond man suddenly spoke out in a quiet eerie voice as he pressed his foot harder into the shorter boy’s stomach causing him to whimper and squirm. “Unless you are willing to beg for my forgiveness, that is.” The bully proposed with a sly smirk on his pink lips as he glared at the victim underneath. The student on the ground was clenching his eyes tight so no one could see the tears in them when he shook his head no. You finally decided you couldn’t let this inhumane scene go any further.

“Stop this madness right now!” You shouted manically, drawing all the attention to yourself as you made your way between the two men. Gabrielle immediately pinned his burning gaze on you in unhidden intrigue. “This is too cruel. He didn’t mean to bump into you. Please, leave him alone.” As much as you had wanted to curse at the spoiled rich boy there was this suffocating feeling in your lungs telling you to be careful and play the mediator. The others quickly started gasping and some were already gossiping at your reaction proving your point that the guy was indeed dangerous.

Then he looked you straight in the eyes with his deep blue ones. He chuckled softly before smacking his lips in an unpleasant way, his “tsk” sending shivers down your spine. You had fucked up. “Well, well, well… Looks like the new girl wants to play hero. How cliché.” The bully grinned as he let his gaze roam up and down your body, your cheeks turning red in return when having realized he was handsome even while doing something so vulgar. “But if you do want to help him so badly…” The golden – haired man paused for a moment pretending to be deep in thought. “Maybe we could have a little deal, bunny.” He moved his leg away from the sobbing boy and stepped in front of you. From this close you could feel the warmth of his skin and the sweet aroma of burnt sugar it radiated. Gabrielle tilted your chin up almost gently and whispered in your ear “Kiss me.”

You tried to break free from the uncomfortable pose but the student simply squeezed your jaw line harder, his eyes cold and calculating, following your every move. You mind went blank and foggy at the forced intimacy and you couldn’t think straight with his breath on your neck. It felt like the time had slowed down just so the sadistic snob could mess with you a little longer. You opened your mouth to voice your protests but fortunately you didn’t have to say anything because at the very same time the host of the party appeared, ready to stop the fight.

“Gabrielle, I’d have to ask you to leave.” The dark – haired junior growled enraged as he pushed the taller male away from you. You couldn’t help but smile at him in appreciation. He was the only one brave enough to help you after all. “You are ruining the party for everyone. ” The stranger continued. The blonde seemed irritated at the sudden interruptance yet it was obvious he was powerless against the owner of the house. Still he grit his teeth and signed in annoyance as he turned to face the host. “Fuck you, Jackson!” The man cursed but eventually moved towards the door, red with anger. “My father will hear about this.” He looked at you as he reached for the golden doorknob, his features softened. “See you around, bunny.”

This was the first time you met Gabrielle. You already wished it was the last.

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After the incident the snob seemed interested in you, blatantly so. He would eye you up in the halls like you were a shiny new toy in a claw machine and try to strike a conversation no matter how much you ignored him. The man never once apologized for what happened at the party but at least he didn’t bring it up so you counted it as a small victory. You gradually understood just how much power and money the heir had. His father owned casinos, hotels, banks and apparently even the university you two were studying in received major monthly donations by the big businessman. This explained why everyone was so scared of the blonde, especially when he did nothing but flaunt his status at the slightest inconvenience. And now he wanted you.

In your eyes the boy was just an annoying brat who lived off daddy’s hard work, there really wasn’t much to him that intrigued you. The male was handsome, pretty even, but his grades were terrible and his interests were bland and shallow, mostly involving expensive brands and grand parties. But the worst thing about him was his personality. The snob treated his friends like servants and his enemies like dirt, but you he rather saw as a challenge. Gabrielle would ask you out every time you were unlucky enough to run into him. The first time the man gave you so many roses you couldn’t even count them, the second he demanded your affection with a silver necklace in hand ready to cover your neck in his mark of ownerships. You couldn’t recall all the other gifts the blonde used to try and court you with but you remembered refusing each and every one.

“Why can’t you just give me a chance?” He exclaimed one day after you had just returned the expensive bracelet you had found in your locker. It was a dark winter night and the heir seemed irritated with you for the first time, his eyes a deep electric blue just like the sky. The man had you cornered against the wall but you were used to his pathetic attempts at intimidation. Yet today there was something different in the air around him, some small voice at the back of your head wondered whether this time he wasn’t just joking around. “Are you still angry about that little wimp I expelled, bunny?” Gabrielle asked contemptuously yet his pupils remained cold and distant. Once again he was too close for your liking, too close for you to function properly, but that was probably exactly what he wanted. You to be compliant and obedient like all the others who crawled and kneeled at the very sight of him. “Or are you sulking because I beat up Jones after he asked you out, hmm?” What? The blonde man was the one who gave Tony the black eye? But he had told you it was just a street fight… Why had your friend covered for the bully you both hated?

“Why would you do that to him?” You whispered, staring at the twisted boy in front of you. Your heart was beating fast and your blood was boiling hot in your veins but you couldn’t let him win by showing him how much his actions affected you. Gabrielle reached out and cupped your cheek gently before smirking mischievously. “He was trying to take something that belonged to me.” The heir said casually as if he was talking about the weather. His fingers were cold against your warm skin and you fought the urge to vomit right then and there. “I am not yours.” You spat out with poison and pushed his hand away from your face. Next thing you know his knee was separating your thighs, lifting your short black skirt up, his breath lingering on your neck. “S-stop.” You stuttered and tried to squirm out of his hold but the man easily caught your wrists and brought them above your head, pinning you further into the wall. He was stronger than he looked and you felt so small and helpless in that moment you could have cried if your stubbornness hadn’t prevailed.

“What don’t you like about me?” The blonde suddenly spoke out, his voice unnaturally broken and needy, bordering on a whine, crying out in desperation. You weren’t sure whether he was trying to manipulate you now or if he actually wanted you to answer so you decided to be honest anyways. “I hate the way you treat other people. I could never love someone as cruel as you.” You inhaled deeply, ready to voice all the painful thoughts you had kept inside since the beginning of the semester. “You are spoilt rotten. Metaphorically and literally.” The man was breathing sharply like a wounded animal after hearing your words and as much as you wanted to sympathize with him, you couldn’t bring yourself to after everything he had done to you and your friends. He was irredeemable. “Let me go.” You finally demanded, hoping to use him weakened emotional state to your advantage.

Instead Gabrielle clenched his teeth and squeezed down harder on your already bruised wrists causing you to whimper in dull pain. His eyes were wet but the tears had finally stopped just like his willingness to show you his vulnerable side. The man had tried being nice and sweet to you, patient, then mean and patronizing, and neither worked. So obviously it was time to become the terrifying bratty monster everyone was so keen on believed he was.

“Have you noticed how many people seem to go missing after talking to you just once?” The heir whispered in your ear as his free hand traveled down to your waist, drawing you into his hard chest. You groaned at the sudden realization that the snob was actually right, less and less guys seemed to show up to your shared lectures in the last few months, but you had always assumed they just needed a break from school. University was stressful after all. “Did you…” You started off but couldn’t find the right words. Did you force your father to expel them? Did you harm them? Maybe a part of you didn’t want to know the answer. “I did.” Gabrielle responded before you could even finish the sentence. The sly smirk you knew way too well adorned his lips and it wasn’t hard to see he had already won. “And I will keep doing it until you agree to be mine and mine alone.” The man stated confidently as he sucked the sensitive skin of your neck until you arched your back in shock, your eyes rolling up to the ceiling. “N-nhgg.” You whimpered as you felt his teeth dig into your warm flesh leaving a scarlet mark for all to see. “Come on, baby, we both know you are too good to let them suffer because of your own selfishness.” He taunted you as he left a line of small wet kisses along your exposed collarbone. You wanted to argue, to yell at him how you weren’t the crazy, selfish one, but deep down you knew it was pointless. Gabrielle had power and you had nothing to bargain with. He could have anyone yet he wanted to torment you. “Give into me. I promise I can make you happy if you let me.” The blonde uttered softly as his lips brushed against yours, almost touching them, following your reaction with his clear eyes. Your own were puffy and red from the tears but he didn’t seem to care much about your misery and discomfort. The man wished to own, not to please, but you couldn’t do anything. And of course you wouldn’t let him ruin the lives of the innocent. Of course your stupid heart was too good and human for your own good. So you closed your eyes and slowly connected your lips with him even though they tasted almost metallic, like blood and defeat.

“I knew you would come around, bunny.”

#yandere #male yandere x reader #yandere male x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere male #yancore #yandere oneshot #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere concepts

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quokkacore · 4 years ago

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can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]

summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.

pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff

warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness

song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)

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Friday, July 22rd, 1977

The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!"

You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.

The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston.

Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.

Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.

What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on.

Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.

The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73.

The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.

You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day.

Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.

So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.

When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"

You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were.

"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial.

"Are not," you protested like a child.

"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."

You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours.

Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy.

You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily.

Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning.

Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him.

"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface."

He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."

Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey."

He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.

"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"

"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you."

You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."

You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak.

"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."

"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.

"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.

"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."

Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"

"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you.

"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."

You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone.

"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."

"I have a thing?"

"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."

Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?"

Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"

You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does."

"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."

"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did.

"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage."

"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."

Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.

“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”

Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees."

Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life.

Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?"

Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight.

"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time.

“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.

“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.

“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”

Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss.

Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid.

A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?

You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.

It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did.

And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless.

“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”

He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground.

He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap.

You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said.

Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen.

"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out.

"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."

So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him.

He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin.

Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy.

"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"

"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin.

"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?"

"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted."

"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."

The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit.

"Told you."

His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still.

"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.

Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder.

“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered.

Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.

Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.

"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now.

"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside."

He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours.

"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours.

The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.

Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch.

They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.

When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.

He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.

"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders.

"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.

"Not good enough," He insisted.

"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.

"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"

"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes

“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”

Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.

“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”

Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yeah,” You said with a nod.

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”

“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”

You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.

So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head.

“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.”

Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”

You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."

"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.

"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?"

"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.

"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"

"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!"

Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.

Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."

"D-Doie, harder!"

Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…

Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before.

"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded.

"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!"

Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer.

Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.

You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.

"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"

"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"

"Please! Oh, please—"

The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.

When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath.

"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.

Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds.

"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."

"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.

"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."

He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.

"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl."

You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.

Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast.

Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.

Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis.

Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.

"Can you feel it yet, princess?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"

"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"

"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"

You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie."

"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"

Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"

"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"

Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.

You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach.

You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.

Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.

"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore."

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mellomanjiro · 3 years ago

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omg the way you write near is amazing! it was a perfect way to show his character, you're so talented! would you possibly consider a part two? i was thinking something along the lines of y/n being a hireable hitman that is paid to write targets names in their death note. because they are paid massive amounts of cash, they decide to spoil near because they felt bad about leaving him? its just an idea so please don't feel pressured!

have a wondering day!

sorry this took so long, i have been busy :/ Thanks for requesting!

Months have passed since Near and I have re united. Lots has changed as well. Near hasn't fully accepted my work but who can blame him? I am literally a murderer. I don't murder for fun any more, It is now a full time job. People pay me and I kill for them, no questions asked.

The people who hire me pay well, so who could say no to that? I have so much money lately and I have no idea what to do with it. I have all I need, Near. Perhaps I should just I give it all to him.

I get a text message from an unknown number, it must be a client.

"Hello y/n, I am offering you to 2.5 million to kill someone today at the city's centre park. I know this is short notice but if you kill them today I will triple my pay. Please reply as soon as possible if you are interested. Thank you" it reads.

"I'm interested" I reply.

Later at the Park

I put in my ear piece and start talking. "Hello is this Mrs. Jones?" I ask. "Yes, and is this Y/N?" she asks "Yes" I reply. “Okay good. Your target is the man wearing a bright red hat. See him?” she asks.

I look around and I spot him, he is sitting at a bench just across from the water fountain. “Yes” I reply.

I discreetly pull out my notebook and a pen. I look at the man again and use my eyes to see his name. “Wyatt Jones”. He must be Mrs. Jones husband. Now this is funny, I think to myself.

I write down his name. “Okay I have done it” I say to Mrs. Jones. We wait 40 seconds and he dies of a heart attack. Nothing too suspicious for a man his age to die from.

“Thank you” Mrs. Jones says and she hangs up. I hear a notification on my phone. I grab it and see the money has been deposited into my account. Triple the offer, just as she promised.

Now what to do with all this money....

Later

“Near! I’m home!” I say in a sing-song voice.

I walk over to the couch and see that Near has fallen asleep watching a movie on the couch. I can’t help but admire the pale boy resting in front of me. Even in his sleep he plays with his hair.

He wakes up, perhaps from me moving around and looks aat me and gives me a soft smile. Oh how this boy makes me melt.

“Hi y/n” he says. “Hi love” I say. I can tell he is still tired.

“You should go to bed” I tell him. He looks like he is about to argue against it but he gives in and gets up.

“Good night” I say. “Good night y/n” Near says and he hugs me. And he heads to our bedroom.

I love him so much and I feel so bad for leaving him. I know he loves me but I must do something for him.

I open Near’s computer and look at all the toys and puzzles he has on his wish list. Perfect. I order everything on every site and pay for same day delivery so it will be here tomorrow.

The perfect surprise for Near to wake up to.

The Next Morning

“Good morning y/n!” I hear Near say. “Good morning love” I reply back. “Go check outside the front door” I tell him.

Near jumps out of bed and runs to open the door. He freezes with a shocked expression on his face.

“What is all of these boxes for?” he asks. “You’ll see” I say.

I help Near bring in all the boxes and he starts opening them.Toy after toy, puzzle after puzzle.

“What? Is this from you?” he asks. I nod my head.

“What? Why?” Near questions me. “Because I love you Near. I feel bad for leaving you and I have so much money from my “job”. I wanted to give you all these gifts so you’d forgive me. I am so sorry for leaving you. I would never do that again. I promise” I tell him, tearing up a bit.

Near walks up and says “Thank you y/n. I do forgive you. I love you”. “I love you too” I reply.

He then lets go of me and says “Well come on! These puzzles won’t solve themselves” and takes my hand and drags me to his pile of all his new toys.

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baka-writings · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ reaction to you dancing and singing to their song

Summary: You were alone since the boys had practice so you decided to just wait for them and occupy yourself 🤷🏻‍♀️

Warnings: some of these might be kinda suggesting, but no full smut ;)

Can you guess which ones will turn kinda suggestive before you read it? Tell me in the comments~

cr.: to owners

Hongjoong:

He came home sooner than you expected so you got startled and kinda embarrassed when he literally caught you dancing and singing to Wave. He'd at first think you just miss him that's why you're listening to his music, but when he entered the living room and saw you dancing he was so shy and happy. He didn't want to disturb you, because in his opinion you were so cute, but you spotted his presence and turned the music off embarrassed.

"Why did you turn it off?" he'd ask you lowkey sad.

" I was just- uhh"

"Oh come on don't be shy" he walked to you and turned the music back on. You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to do something.

"Dance with me?" he gave you a cheesy smile.

You accepted his offer and danced together.

(this would be his face seeing you)

Seonghwa:

You decided to take a shower, because you wanted to have your full attention on Seonghwa when he came back. It was so quiet, only the shower was heard and it was driving you crazy so you decided to sing since you were alone. The echoing sound bathroom made was so beautiful it almost made you believe you could sing.

When Seonghwa got home no one was there so he thought you were outside, but then he heard shower and singing?

"Y/N?" he called out, but no response of course. He smirked as he heard familiar lyrics. He called out once again just to confirm you couldn't hear him. Then he got in, stripped himself and sneaked behind you.

You didn't seem to see him, still singing to Horizon, then you heard a voice behind you singing with you.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you yelled at him, covering yourself. Seonghwa licked his lips and got closer to you.

"You're hot"

"That's not what I asked you pervert" he just smirked at you and kissed you as the shower was still running. You couldn't help, but moan while his hands traveled all over your body hehe.

(please use that tongue on me sir)

San:

You were making dinner as you were waiting for San to get home. You had your earphones in listening to your favorite songs when Inception started playing. It was your favorite song and you could never resist to sing along. You haven't noticed San being at home already as you were busy cooking and uhh singing and dancing along.

San smirked seeing you like that and oh how he loved your voice. He couldn't help but hug you from behind, pressing his whole body onto you. His actions made you jump.

"Hey y-you're back" you stuttered from the embarrassment.

"Mhmm" he stayed still, his arms holding you tighter. (his arms omg dad-). You could feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He kissed your neck and pressed himself on you more. You could feel his bulge poking your back.

"You sound so beautiful.." he said before kissing your neck again, leaving marks. You moaned at his actions which made him smirk against your neck.

Yeosang:

You were sitting in your room, studying for finals, but you always had to listen to some music. It calmed you down and for some reason you could concentrate more.

"Raise me up, take me up..." you were singing you favorite part, not because it was your boyfriend's part....maybe...bur because it was just so beautiful.

Yeosang found you in your shared room after he got back from practice. He knew finals were incoming so he didn't want to bother you much. He just wanted to "show himself", but he didn't expect to hear what he just heard. He couldn't contain his smile and If you were really close to him you'd see tears of happiness of course. He found it so cute.

Yeosang slowly approached you not to scare you. He gave you a soft hug. You looked at him a bit shocked since you haven't seen him enter the room.

"Oh hi you're back" you smiled at him and returned the hug.

"I know you're studying, but would you mind singing some more? I promise I won't bother you, I'll just sit there" he pointed at your bad while walking over there. You chuckled at his cuteness and continued studying and of course singing for Yeosang. Every time you looked at his he was sending you hearts *gif* and cute smiles.

Yunho:

You absolutely loved Yunho's low voice, but what you loved more was his dancing. You wanted to surprise him with small dance cover of Say My Name so you were practicing.

Today wasn't any different. It took you a lot of time to get the dance right since you weren't really good at dancing. As you were practicing, you haven't seen Yunho come in.

Yunho heard a growl from you, when you suddenly stopped. He felt kinda sorry.

"Need help?" he asked you smiling, with s light pink cheeks.

"Aww you're back! How long have you been standing there though?" you asked embarrassed.

"Long enough to see you need help" he stepped more inside the room.

"Oh o-okay" you blushed at the thought of him seeing you fail.

He tried to explain to you how to do the dance properly. You followed his every move, but it looked a lot better when he did it. Yunho heard you growl again. He looked at you and saw you pouting.

"N-No don't be sad you're doing great"

"Why do you need the dance anyway?"

"I wanted to surprise you" you pouted at him, going for a hug. He couldn't help but smile and blush at your cuteness and the will to learn such a hard dance.

Wooyoung:

You were just finishing cleaning, when one of your favorite songs started playing in your earphones. You for some reason already knew some of the moves definitely not because your boyfriend always made you watch them dance

As you were dancing around and minding your own business you haven't noticed 6 pairs of eyes looking at you.

Wooyoung was eyeing you the most, but he was mostly proud of himself since he taught you the Wonderland dance.

"Well this is awkward.." Mingi whispered to the boys.

"But she's got better moves than Wooyoung" Seonghwa smirked down at Wooyoung.

"That's my girl" Wooyoung said proudly.

"Yeah we still can't believe she'd date you.." Seonghwa replied, seeing Wooyoung furrow his eyebrows.

"Hey what's that supposed to mean" Wooyoung said in a louder voice, which you could hear as well.

You turned to where they were standing, all kind of face expressions on their faces.

"We're you just staring at me. ... dancing?"

"You've got nice moves" Seonghwa smirked, who knows what he was thinking about. You chuckled making Wooyoung kinda jelly.

Mingi:

You just got out of the shower, wearing only a towel around yourself. You had your playlist on full volume, jamming to every song playing.

Thanxx was playing next and let's be honest there's no way one does not dance to it right? Right. You were doing so while brushing your hair and doing your night routine. You almost slipped on the wet floor while dancing, but managed to get ahold of yourself.

Mingi arrived home hearing familiar tune playing in your shared apartment. He smiled to himself happily knowing you like his music. However he hasn't imagined you would be almost naked out there. That's why he was kind of taken aback when he saw you only in a towel. He smirked to himself, wild thoughts running through his head.

You saw him in the mirror, smirking down at you. You smirked back at him which turned him on more. Mingi then got behind you and gave you a a jone crushing needy hug. You loved when he was turned on honestly. You smirked again and untied your towel, revealing you naked body. Mingi almost choked on air as he didn't expect you to do that. After he regained himself fun stuff happened hehe.

Jongho:

You were laying on couch, enjoying your alone time. But you missed Jongho.

You closed your eye to relax and let your mind wander around Jongho. Obviously

"Deep in my heart, deep in my soul. . ." you sang out at the thought of Jongho.

"you should go a bit higher" you heard a voice. Huh? Was s dream? Then you felt a hand on your cheek.

You replied, eyes still closed

"you know not everyone has a vocal range like you..but If you want me to die I'll try it"

"Please don't try, I don't want to be the cause of your voice loss...besides you have a wrong technique anyway and-" you cut him of with a kiss. Sometimes you hated he cocky he got as he got older.

*sorry this one was short*

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