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endthedream · 1 year ago

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a sweet melody

pairing: siren!haechan x human!reader (she/her)

summary: Insanity isn’t what she expected to receive when she joined her father and his crew on an expedition, full of men who think she isn’t capable of anything. But it’s all that she got after seeing nothing but endless water every single day. Maybe that’s why her mind started imagining a strange boy who finally shows her the appreciation she deserves. Maybe that’s why she ignores the way she can’t escape the trance he puts her in whenever he sings a melody for her. Or maybe everything is real, and the boy isn’t who he pretending to be.

words: 12.5k

story colour: green

some warnings:

it’s angst, the word “killing” gets mentioned a few times but nothing happens, heavy manipulation

masterlist of ‘nct dream as super natural creatures’

August 2nd, 1878

Day 25 on sea

I don’t remember the feeling of solid ground under my feet. Grass under my toes, touching stone walls or sleeping in a soft bed that isn’t rocking from the waves crashing against the ship.

I don’t remember the taste of air that isn’t filled with salt. The taste of anything other than fish.

I don’t remember not being nauseous every day, not fighting against boredom, not having to talk to myself in order to stay sane. Having to remind myself that I am me and this expedition isn’t pointless and could possibly make us rich until the day we die.

Father told me to write down my thoughts, he senses that I’m slowly losing my mind. But how can’t I? All I see, day and night, are endless expanses of water. No land in sight. We are miles and miles away from civilization. Alone with the sea and what lays beneath it. That thought can be frightening sometimes.

My brother called me a wimp, told me I should have just stayed at home and let the men handle it. I think he is the one who is a wimp. He’s scared of the power women can hold in a world that is overpowered by men. He doesn’t want me here, thinks I belong only at home like the other women in our city. But I don’t believe that even for one second. I have so much more potential than cooking and taking care of children. I’m an explorer, an adventurer, a researcher. I belong exactly here with my brother, my father and his crew.

I am so much more than all of them point me out to be and I know I can prove exactly that to them. I can prove that women can do all things men have been doing for years, maybe even better. I will prove it, even if it makes me go insane.

August 7th, 1878

Day 30 on sea

I miss my mother. I miss her comforting words, her warm arms and the smell of her perfume. Father misses her too. We talked last night while watching the waves under the moonlit sky. He told me he thinks she is watching over us, protecting us from unknown dangers. He told me that he thinks she is proud of us, especially me, for having the courage to explore the sea. I think he is right. Mother would have loved for us to do the things she always dreamt of doing. Exploring. She always wanted to know what lays beyond the sea, know the secrets behind it and write it all down.

Mother was the creative one in our family. She wrote poems, drew beautiful paintings and crafted useful things out of our waste. There was nothing she couldn’t do, no challenge she couldn’t face. I admired her for that, looked up to her and wanted to be like her. Father says that sometimes he sees a bit of her in me, a bit of her creativity leaking out of my aura, but most of the time I am like him. A big pighead who is way too nosy for their own good. But he also said that this trait will help me on our journey.

“We need people like you.”, he spoke as he looked into the sparkling reflection of the stars on the water. “People who are brave and people who are inquisitive. People who don’t stop when it gets too much and get driven by the passion of wanting to know what lays beneath the unknown. That’s why I want you here.”

“But why did you bring my brother as well? He is nothing like that.” My comment made him let out a quiet laugh, a sound I haven’t heard from him in a while.

“Because he can fight. We need people like that as well.”

Our talk was over after that. He went to sleep, and I stayed up, watching the stars in the dark night sky and thinking about his words. Does he really want me here or is he just being nice to me because I’m his daughter? The others on the ship are not shy to express their dislike for me. I’m not taking it to heart since they care more about my gender than my capabilities. But I care about my father’s opinion. I care what he thinks about me being on this ship with him and if he thinks that I should have stayed at home like everyone else is telling me.

I hope he didn’t lie to me. I hope that his words were sincere, and he actually wants me to be here. Because I think it would shatter me if he didn’t.

I figured I should talk more about my current mental state. Every day I try not to show how much it affects me that even though there are so many people on this ship, I’m still alone. No one wants to talk to me, no one cares about my opinion, and no one wants me here. I spend most of the day watching the ocean, listening to the waves and the birds stopping by. When I see something, an animal or even just seaweed, I write it down and draw a picture of it. It helps me a bit, I think, but I’m not quite sure.

Yesterday a boy, his name is Jisung, let me help him prepare a fish. It was the first time someone had spoken to me without throwing an insult at my head. I haven’t seen him much around the ship since he spends most of the time in the kitchen with his father. But he seemed nice enough, even though as soon as another crew member approached us, Jisung ran away from me, not wanting to be seen with the “intruder”. I wasn’t offended by it, at least I got to eat a nice fish for dinner.

But I’m wandering again. My mental state. I do think I’m getting a bit… well, crazy. But who isn’t? Everyone on this ship is going through the withdrawal of feeling solid ground under their toes and seeing anything other than salt water every single day.

I think we all are slowly losing it.

August 15th, 1878

Day 38 on sea

The air was nice today. It smelled fresher than before, kind of like we entered a new world overnight.

It just felt so clean.

Maybe that’s exactly what I needed, some fresh and clear air, something that removed the mess inside of me as well. Father said that fresh air always helps with an occupied mind. I guess his thesis has been proven right.

I should listen to him more.

He is old and keeps to himself most of the time, but when he actually does talk, it has an impact. Just yesterday two of the men on the boat accidently- in a drunken manor- knocked over two wooden boxes full of fish we haunted, leaving us with not much left. Father was furious, I could tell by the look on his face, but he kept his calm image. He went up to the two men and instead of screaming, he just stared at them for a few minutes. I think his eyes were what intimated them the most.

“You realize what you just did?”, he asked them, and I never heard his voice being so cold. They just nodded their heads, eyes widened like they were deer’s getting hunted by a wolf. “You realize what that means for the two of you?” Hesitation lingered in their demeanor. Clearly, they didn’t know what consequences followed their stupid mistake.

“Since you prevented us from having a week stock of fish, I’m going to do the same to you. That means limited access to food, no alcohol anymore and you are going to clean the boat from front to back. I want to see it spotless. Are we clear?” Again, their heads nodded faster than the wind blowing my hair away. They hurried off after being dismissed, leaving me standing there as father let out a long sigh.

It must be hard, having to be in charge of a bunch of grown men who act like children. And it must be hard seeing your own children having to face some of their own hardships as well. I’m not saying my brother is having a hard time on this ship, I’m saying in general. Someone filled with that much piled up anger, like my brother, must have some troubles they can’t communicate themselves.

It’s not like I have never tried. Talking to him, I mean. I did, plenty of times. But he never listens. And he never talks. I think it is the masculinity they force upon boys these days. It starts in school when they are just little fellows and continues all the way into adult hood. It teaches them not to cry, to hide their emotions and be strong.

I think that is stupid. I think that as human beings we were created to show our emotions. It’s our darn right to let ourselves feel everything freely without having to hide it.

But my brother is taking it seriously, says that the people in school would make fun of him if he’s showing weakness. Weakness. That is stupid. I think that hiding your emotions and building up this wrong image in which you hide behind a made-up strength, is what makes you weak.

I told him that and he just said: “And that’s why you’re a woman. You wouldn’t survive a minute being a man.”

And you wouldn’t survive a minute being a woman either. But I didn’t say that. I didn’t want to make him more upset, and I especially didn’t want to start a discussion about men and women with him. It is pointless, because no matter what I say, he will never see us as equals.

I wish I were closer to my brother. I wish he wouldn’t have to think about all this stupid stuff. And I wish I could live in a world where I could freely express myself without having to justify my every move.

I wish, I wish, I wish.

August 19th, 1878

Day 42 on sea

We saw dolphins today. They were swimming right beside our ship, jumping high up into the air and whistling at us. It was a magical moment, watching them happily swim, eager to interact with us. I even got to draw a picture of them. And for a moment I forgot that my mind is constantly spinning in a spiral. I just sat there, enjoying the short moment of peace, before it got destroyed.

Some of the men on the ship, clearly drunk, threw bottles at the dolphins, slurring insulting words at them. The dolphins swam away shortly after, but the bottles stayed where they threw them, in the ocean. I was so mad that I went up to one of the men, yelling some pretty mean words as well.

“Are you out of your mind, you drunk filthy piece of shit? Not only did you hurt poor helpless animals that were clearly eager to interact with us, but you also polluted the ocean with your stupid bottles of alcohol. Are you really that messed up in your head to think this was a good idea? I don’t even get why you are on this god forsaken ship. You are clearly not good for anything other than drinking your days away and only caring about yourselves. And you call yourself a man. You are nothing but a pathetic little boy, wanting everyone’s attention. You disgust me, you pig.”

I can’t remember much afterwards, only the stinging feeling against my cheek, a foot against my rip cage and someone yelling to stop. I woke up not long ago. The ship is quiet, so I assume it’s already in the middle of the night and everyone is sleeping, but I’m too scared to look. My body hurts, every time I move only a slight bit, a crushing pain curses through my bones.

When I close my eyes, everything is spinning, so I don’t close my eyes anymore.

I don’t regret what I said to that man. I don’t regret standing up to myself. I had to endure a worse treatment for a longer time and could handle it. It is not my fault that he couldn’t handle a bit of critique. All I hope is that this pain will go away soon. The pain inside and outside.

I’ve been thinking, maybe a bit too much. What if I change my way of thinking? What if instead of letting the ocean hurt me, I will let it heal me? What if instead of letting the loneliness consume me, I will let it lead me? Maybe all I have to do to get better is to change the way I approach this expedition.

And now that I have written it down, I will have to do it. My mother always said words only count when you write them on a piece of paper. In that way it is like a contract, unbreakable. It is like an oath you swear only to yourself, and those should be the most precious ones. She said you should always keep the promises you give to yourself, because after all, at the very end you will always have yourself to count on. Mother was a wise lady. A wise and confident woman, that I always looked up to. She was never afraid to speak her mind and stand up for her beliefs, I admired that side of her so much. And I know my dad also admired that.

Sometimes I forget that he lost his wife, I forget that he is still grieving. Because it looks so easy for him. It doesn’t look like he is compulsively taken of on a ship to “explore the unknown” just to get away from home and the recuring memories of the woman he loved so dearly. It looks like he created a team of the best- that’s arguable- men out there and took of to explore. He looks like a hero, not a broken man.

He hides everything so well. I wish he would have taught me how to do that.

August 20th, 1878

Day 43 on sea

Dad told me not to move too much. He thinks my rips are badly bruised and I need a few days, maybe even a few weeks to heal. We don’t have a qualified doctor on this ship, so I am just putting ice on my ribs and hope they will magically heal.

My brother even came to my room to ask me about my well-being. That was the last thing I expected to be quite honest with you. My brother and I have never had the best relationship. He was never a reliable soul, always easily influenced by others. He is a follower not a leader and that shows in the way he behaves towards others, especially towards me.

“Are you fine?”, he asked me, voice unusually soft. I could see it in his eyes, the pity that lies in them. It looked like he actually cares.

“Forgetting the circumstances, yes, I am fine.” He let out a long and deep breath, a hand stroking back a piece of hair that fell into his eyes. I should have asked him if I should cut his hair for him.

“Okay.”, he just answered, nodding his head before standing up again. “If you need anything, just call for me.” Without looking at me again, he left the room. All I could do after that was smile. It was the first encounter since we were kids that didn’t end up with me wishing I would never have to talk to him again. He may not know how to express what he is really feeling and is scared of voicing his own thoughts, but this small conversation showed me that he may not be all too bad.

August 25th, 1878

Day 48 on sea

I am going crazy. I sit on my bed every single day. I draw, I write, and I stare at the wall.

I can feel my thoughts circle around my brain, nothing makes sense. No one visited me in the past two days, and it makes the urge to get up even worse. I didn’t really have someone to talk to from the beginning, but at least I got to be around some living beings. I didn’t have to bear my own thoughts for such a long time. Now I’m not only alone, but I’m also lonely as well.

I had a nightmare last night. I dreamt about the ship sinking. It was absurd because the men drunk too much and their bellies got so bloated, it made the ship sink. But that wasn’t the frightening part. As I tried to swim for safety, my arms already hurting, I started hearing voices. Not just two, must have been a hundred of them. All of them whispering to me, but I couldn’t understand what they were trying to tell me. I kept swimming and swimming, far behind I saw hills. The voices didn’t stop. It felt like they were entering me, taking over every part of my body. My head felt like it was about to explode into a million pieces. They got louder and louder until I couldn’t take it anymore. I stopped swimming, letting myself sink. The water engulfed my whole body, entering my mouth and filling my lungs. The voices got quieter and quieter until there was only one left, loud and clear, telling me to “wake up”.

That’s when I opened my eyes, sweat dripping from my forehead and my breath uncontrollably fast. I never had a dream like that. I never woke up so disorientated. I wanted to tell someone about this dream, have someone explain to me what the meaning behind it is. I wanted to know if I’m really losing my mind.

August 27th, 1878

Day 50 on sea

I am losing my mind.

This can’t be real. I am writing this down to make sure I am wide awake and not dreaming.

I woke up from a noise. At first, I thought I was imagining it, because lately I’ve been imagining a lot of things. I wanted to go back to sleep, being exhausted from, well, doing absolutely nothing all day long, but then I heard it again.

It wasn’t just a noise. It was a melody, a very beautiful one. It sounded like the gateway to heaven, like it was sung by angels. And it made me feel drowsy.

I knew I needed to rest more, but something about this melody pulled me in. It made me forget the throbbing pain in my body and the events that happened days before. All it made me want to do was reach it, engrave it into my skin. It made me want to never hear anything else.

I was in a trance, no thoughts inside my head anymore.

So, I got up, walked out onto the deck of the ship to find out where this melody comes from. But when I reached the deck, I didn’t expect to see a boy sitting on the railing.

But it wasn’t an ordinary boy. Oh, no. Not like the ones I’ve seen in my town growing up. I can’t describe him in any other way than captivating. His jet-black hair softly swayed in the night wind, covering his eyes every few seconds. His cheeks adopted a soft rosy color from the coldness, contrasting the tan of his skin. And his eyes were almost as dark as the night sky.

I don’t know why I stared at him for such a long time, and I don’t know why he let me.

“You’re here.” Those were his first words. The first time I heard his voice. A voice that made time stop for a moment. I couldn’t hear the waves crashing against each other anymore, or the cracking of the old wood the ship was built with. I couldn’t even hear my heartbeat pumping against my chest. All I could hear was him. “I was waiting for you.”

“Who are you?” That was not what I wanted to ask him at that moment, but the sane part of my brain must have sensed that something wasn’t right. Something about the way my body reacted to this strange man was dubious.

“Haechan.”, he spoke with a soft voice, turning his body so that he fully faced me. A smirk was placed on his lips, only intensifying his tantalizing physique. “And you are?”

“Y/n.” My name came out in a mere whisper, fearing that my voice might have broken if I spoke any louder. I couldn’t stop staring at him, still having been sure that my mind was playing a trick on me or, well, still is.

For days no one has checked in on me, no one has talked to me more than five words. I’ve been on this ship for way too long seeing nothing but the endless nothingness of the sea. My mind has been plagued with recuring thoughts, never once having a quiet moment. Maybe this is the final sign. Maybe this is it. I am insane. So insane that I’m imagining a boy sitting on the rail of the ship just so that I have someone to talk to.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Reaching one hand out, the boy signaled me to come closer to him. Every part of my body longed to take his hand and sit on the rail with him, but doubts started floating my brain.

“What are you doing here? How did you get on this ship?” Haechan, as I learned his name, just chuckled, a low sound that was so different from his honey voice. He looked amused at my asking, almost like he was making fun of me.

“Why did you come out here, Y/n?” I remember frowning at him, clearly feeling upset that he chose to ignore my question and ask one of his own. I felt upset that this boy, which I probably made up in my mind, didn’t show any respect for me at all. He, just like the others, ignores what I have to say, and I didn’t want to get treated that way, not after what happened last time.

So, instead of answering him, I turned around, heading back to my bed. But before I could even take a step, the melody I heard earlier started again. All the thoughts that I had in my mind at that moment flew away and I was, yet again, caught in a trance. It was like I couldn’t escape, even if I wanted to.

“It’s you.”, I whispered, but he still heard me. I knew that because the melody got louder, clearer. I closed my eyes, letting his voice enter every part of my body. I let it fill me up and shut me down at the same time. I let it rearrange my mind and mend my wounds, but I also let it cut me open and bleed me dry. I gave myself into the sweet penetration of his honey laced voice and wanted nothing more than to make all his wishes and desires come true. I would have given him the world if it was possible. My whole body felt like it was floating on top of a cloud, high up in the sky and there was no way of ever coming down again. I was trapped.

“Come closer.”, he murmured, voice deeper and almost impending.

“No.”, I quivered, suddenly scared of ever opening my eyes again.

“Please, Y/n.”, he pleaded, and I could nearly hear the desperation in his voice. “Just please look at me.” And so, I did. He was not sitting on the rail anymore, he was standing right in front of me. A small smile on his lips and one hand stretched out to me. “Come closer please. I don’t want anything else from you.”

And as I was about to take the step towards him, give in to his demand and the growing need inside of me to grant all his wishes, I heard a voice behind me, calling out my name and breaking the trance I was in.

“Y/n?”

Turning around, I saw my brother standing further away from me, dressed in his nightly gown. “What are you doing out of your bed? You should rest, your body isn’t fully healed yet.”

“I was just talking to…” But when I looked for Haechan again, no one was standing there anymore. It was like I was alone all along. “I don’t know what I was doing.”

Suddenly I felt all the pain rush back into my body, my bones burning with fire, and I let out a loud groan as I fell to my knees.

“Y/n.” My brother rushed towards me, helping me up with his arms around me. “For someone who always seems so smart, you really aren’t the brightest.” I couldn’t even laugh at his words, my mind was too focused on the pain all over my body.

“You must have been sleep walking if you can’t remember what you were doing up there.” My brother said as he laid me back down into my bed and reached into a bucket of water to put a wet rag on my forehead. “Sleep now, okay? I will stop by in the morning again and check on you.” All I could do was nod my head at him, exhaustion consuming my body. He looked at me one last time before he left my room again.

And now I’m sitting here, writing in my foolish dairy and reminiscing about the strange boy I met. I must have imagined him. How could anyone come up onto the ship? I didn’t see another boat, nor did any other member of the crew. And the possibility of someone appearing out of the blue is also not likely.

The only possibility that is left is that I am losing my mind. That I imagined all of it out of pure loneliness and frustration. This expedition should have been educational for me. It should have proven to all the men that I, as a woman, can do what they can do. That I can be an explorer, a brave one even, and that I have the ability to find something new. That is why we started this journey, because we wanted to discover unknown things.

But all I am doing now is proving everyone exactly what they think of me, that I am small and weak. That I am not an explorer and that I should have just stayed at home. That I am not brave and definitely not smart. I proved to them that I am fragile and well, mental.

But no one has to know about it. No one has to know what happens in my head or the things I imagine. No one has to know I am practically insane and desperate. I could just simply fake it. Isn’t that what everyone does? Faking confidence.

Maybe if I fake it long enough and convince everyone that what they are saying and thinking about me is wrong, I might convince myself as well. Maybe I can convince my brain I’m fine while pretending to be.

So, from now on, everything’s okay. I am not insane, and I certainly am not imagining weird things.

I am okay.

Everything is okay.

August 29th, 1987

Day 52 on sea

Everything is not okay.

Yesterday the boy didn’t show up again. I wasn’t exactly looking for him, since my father spent most of the night in my room making sure I wouldn’t ‘sleep-walk’ again, but I can’t lie and say I wasn’t disappointed not to hear his beautiful melody again.

I asked my dad if there is a word for the feeling of craving for someone, for feeling like the person took a part of you with them when they left and you long to be reunited with them. When all your thoughts are consumed with them, and your body is itching to be in the mere presence of that person. But also fearing the actual return of that person and the power they hold over you and your emotions. He told me it is called “withdrawal”.

“It is mostly referred to drugs such as alcohol.”, he explained to me as he tried to brush out the knots in my hair. “But I think it can be applied to humans as well. You know, sometimes we long for people we can’t have or people that aren’t good for us. We see the signs, but we ignore them. We give in to the sweet yearning and get hurt in the process. But if we don’t give in and the yearning grows stronger, we crave it even more. We think about the person every day, imagine their scent, their eyes, their voice. We imagine them being in a room with us, talking and laughing with us. We do the things that are most painful to us just to have what we long for, even if we know it’s not good for us. And it hurts, physically and emotionally.”

I turned around to look at him, inspect his face and read what he was feeling when he said those things. “It sounds like you have experience with that feeling.” My father just shrugged and at that moment he looked older. He looked like an old man who has been through too much in his life. A man who deserves a break.

“I’ve been around much longer than you, dear. There were mistakes made and hearts torn, but it all worked out at the end.”

“How?”, I ask, curious as to how such a sad feeling still turned into something good.

“Because I got you, and your brother. That’s my happy ending.” I wanted to cry. I wanted to storm into his arms and never let him go. But I didn’t do any of those things. I just smiled at him, nodded my head and hoped that was enough for him. Because while his words filled my heart to the brim with love, my body still ached, not from the pain but for the boy I only met once in my life.

That’s why I tried to ignore the melody a few hours ago when it started again. Father went back to his bed a few minutes before, wanting to get some well-deserved sleep, leaving me alone in my room. I, as well, wanted to get some rest, but then I heard it. It was loud and clear, and more beautiful than I had remembered it to be. Almost immediately I felt my whole mind switch, forgetting the conversation I had had with my father. All that was in my head was him, Haechan.

I wanted to see him, no, I needed to see him. I felt lost without him, so empty and incomplete. I felt like my world wasn’t spinning correctly, time was going backwards, and the stars were falling out of the sky. Nothing felt right anymore. Not until I was with him.

I reached my door, but before I could open it something woke me up. Not from a dream, but from a trance. A smell, a very familiar one. It took up all my senses and brought me back to reality.

I realized what I was about to do and quickly sat back down on my bed, not daring to even set a foot on the floor anymore. It was frightening, what I felt just then. The longing I felt, just from one simple melody. I don’t know this boy, why would I feel so strongly about him? Why does he have so much power over my emotions?

His melody got louder. For a moment my head felt like it was exploding. He sounded sad, sorrowful. It broke my heart into pieces hearing him so vulnerable, longing for me the same way I was longing for him. But I didn’t give in. A part of me, I don’t know which one, knew it was wrong to see him again. So, I stayed on my bed, legs tightly pressed against my chest and my hands on my ears, trying to cover his despairing voice.

10 minutes ago, it stopped. It just went away, like it was never there in the first place. Curiosity almost got the best of me and wanted to check if he really left, but I was too scared, I still am.

I don’t know what he is doing to be, why he is here and why he is targeting me. But I know that whatever he is doing, it can’t be with good intentions. A person that makes another person feel such outrageous things, can’t be here for anything good.

Maybe it shouldn’t matter so much. Because, after all, I made him up. He isn’t real so whatever he is doing isn’t going to hurt me. I think my mind is reflecting this pain on me to make sense of why it’s slowly decapitating. It’s trying to distract me from the actual damage in my brain.

At least that is the only logical answer to all of this. Because anything other would be, well, crazy and I’m not crazy. I might lose my mind, but I am not crazy.

August 30th, 1878

Day 53 on sea

Maybe I am a bit crazy, and reckless, and irresponsible and plain stupid.

“You left me standing here for a long time yesterday. I missed you, darling.” But I couldn’t help myself but visibly relaxing as I heard his voice again.

It was all I could think about all day long. Him and his melody. I wanted to feel it again. Feel it in my veins, feel it shutting out all the thoughts in my head. I just wanted this bothering craving to go away. I think it got so bad that even Jisung, someone who barely talks to me, noticed it.

“Are you okay? Don’t you like the food?”, he asked as he watched me stare at the food in front of me.

“Oh, sorry. It’s not the food, don’t worry. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.” I gave him a little smile, grabbing a fork and shoving some food in my mouth.

“Is there a reason behind it? I hope it wasn’t me.” Jisung looked a bit guilty as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I spent the whole night cooking because I also couldn’t sleep. I hope I wasn’t too loud and kept you awake.”

“Oh, so that was what I smelled yesterday.” Internally, I couldn’t help but to be grateful for the boy sitting in front of me. After all, was he the reason why I didn’t give in to see Haechan. But I couldn’t tell him that. I was already glad someone decided to speak to me, I didn’t want to ruin it by my insanity. “But no, that was not what kept me up. I mean I smelled it, but I just had too much going on inside my mind to rest.”

The boy just nodded his head, shoving a fork full of food in his mouth. “Care to share some of your thoughts?”, he says with his mouth still full of food. He looked like a child in that moment, with his eyes wide and his mouth dirty with crumps.

“Just thinking a lot more about my mother lately.”, I told him, only half lying. Mother has been on my mind a lot lately, but that obviously wasn’t the reason why I couldn’t sleep. “I miss her. I mean I always miss her, but being so far away from home just makes me miss her more. You know, I see her everywhere. In the books I read, the words I write. I see her in the ocean, feel her in the air and smell her in every scent. It’s bizarre.”

“No, it’s not.”, Jisung disagreed, putting his fork down and propping his elbow up on the table to lean his face on his hand. “I miss my mother too. I mean, she isn’t dead, but her and my father are no longer together. She left with my sister, my father kept me, and I haven’t seen her in three years. I miss her too sometimes. But I think I miss the things she did for me more than I miss her. When I was a child, I always had trouble falling asleep so she would always tell me a bedtime story. I think that is why some nights I can’t seem to fall asleep.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Jisung. Next time you have trouble sleeping just get me. I can also tell you bedtime stories.”

He nodded yet again, showing me another one of his smiles. “Thank you, Y/n. And you know what? I think you are really brave. I wanted to say that to you earlier, but I never had the guts to actually do. I think that we can all be grateful that someone like you joined this expedition. We really need more smart crewmates on this ship.”

But I don’t think I am that smart anymore. I don’t think I even deserve to be called smart anymore. Because every single thing about the decisions I make is anything other than smart. And as I looked into the deep brown eyes of the boy in front of me, that only got confirmed.

“No answer? No ‘I missed you too’?” His voice had an alluring tone, soothing all the wounds inside me and doing things to my body I am too embarrassed to admit. “What a shame, sweet girl. I was pretty sure I could sense your longing for me yesterday. Maybe I was wrong.”

I didn’t know what to answer. And I honestly am glad I didn’t, positive that my voice would have come out in nothing but a pathetic whisper. Haechan was walking closer to me again, reaching his hand out again to hover over the skin of my arm but never touching me.

“Can you feel that?”, he whispers, eyes never leaving mine. “Can you feel the goosebumps slowly forming on your skin, the shiver down your spin?” He waited for me to answer him, but all I could do was nod. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes.” I answered him, voice cracking with that one simple word. “Yes, I can feel that.”

“Good. That is exactly what I want you to feel.” He took a few steps back again, so he was leaning against the railing. “Why did you decide to come here tonight? Couldn’t get enough of me?”

I just shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing myself what the actual reason behind me coming to see him again was. “Why do you keep calling for me?”

“Calling for you? How exactly am I calling for you?” Cocking his head to the side, still wearing a smirk on his lips. But I don’t want to get too detailed about his face, still feeling a bit embarrassed of the things I felt in that moment.

“The melody your singing, it’s for me. You are calling me with your melody.” A chuckle left his lips, melodic like his voice.

“How can you be so sure of that? What if I just like to sing pretty melodies?” His question sounded so innocent and for a moment I was uncertain about my statement, fearing I might have misinterpreted everything. But I knew what I was feeling. I knew that his melody was meant to be for me and no one else. I know it might sound crazy, but the thought of him singing this melody, my melody, for someone else felt unsettling.

“Because if you sung it for someone else, they would stand here instead of me. No one else is responding to your melody, only me, so it must be for me.” For a few seconds there was nothing but silence around us. Haechan wasn’t saying a thing, seeming like he was thinking about his next words. And I didn’t say anything, fearing that if I might, he would disappear again.

“You’re right.”, he finally spoke up. “It is for you.”

“But why? Why do you sing this melody for me?”

“Because I wanted to meet you, Y/n. From the moment I first saw you, I knew I got to have you. I got to be with you. I craved nothing more than to talk to you, to simply be blessed to be in the mere presence of you. I am longing for you, the same way you are longing for me, my love.” I couldn’t believe what he was saying to me. His words filled up my heart, and I started feeling lightheaded.

He was craving for me. He wanted to meet me. Everything that I am feeling towards him, as strange as those emotions are, he is feeling for me as well. His words were the most beautiful, heart wrenching thing I have ever heard in my inter life. I felt lucky to be seen this way, to be wanted this way, never actually having had someone tell me that before.

He really went all this way, just to meet me. Singing this melody, coming up this ship. But isn’t it a bit strange as well? I remembered not seeing another ship anywhere nearby. Where did he come from? How did he see me? Questions started filling my mind again, shaking me awake.

“What did you mean when you said you wanted to meet me from the first time you saw me? When did you see me?” I could see his body tensing up. Maybe he wasn’t expecting such a question.

“I can answer your question, but first you have to come with me. Please, Y/n. I will tell you everything, just please come with me. I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”

“Haechan.” I looked at his hand, which was reaching for me again, motioning me to take it in mind. “Where do you want to take me? I mean there is no other ship anywhere near.”

“Y/n, just trust me, okay? Come with me and I will make the thoughts in your head disappear. I will make everything heal for you.” His hands hovered over my arms again, almost as if he couldn’t touch me. I wanted him to. I wanted him to touch me so badly. But I could see that something in his eyes had changed. They were darker, more desperate and demanding, and I knew it was my time to leave.

“I can’t.”, I told him, taking a few steps back. “I have to get up early tomorrow.” And with that I left, not once looking back as I walked back into my room.

I don’t know if what I did was right, or if I upset him with my behavior.

All I hope for is that he isn’t mad at me and will forgive me when he comes back. If he comes back.

August 31st, 1878

Day 54 on sea

He did in fact come back.

“Missed me?” There was something more gentle in the way he was talking to me today. Something more reserved.

“What if I did?” That made him smile, not smirk like he normally does. Haechan showed me a bright honest smile. And all I could think about was that he never looked more ethereal than in that moment.

“Then I will be highly pleased, my love. You know why?” I shook my head as a no, waiting for him to continue his sentence. “Because I missed you too?”

“You did?”

“Of course, I did. You were all I could think about all day long, pretty girl.” He stayed a bit further away from me too today and I wondered why. I asked myself if he didn’t want to be close to me again or if he felt rejected after what happened yesterday. “I couldn’t stop thinking about your sweet smile, your beautiful eyes and your lovely voice. I couldn’t wait to see you again.”

“Why don’t you touch me?”, I said out of the blue, catching not only myself, but him off guard as well. “You never touch me. You only hover your hands above my skin. Why?”

He smiled again, sweet and kind. “Because if I touch you once, I will never be able to stop again.”

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” He only shook his head, turning around to face the stars instead of me. But I didn’t want him to look away, I wanted him to look at me, because when he does look at me, I can feel again.

“I am sorry about yesterday, you know? I am sorry I was too intrusive, I let myself get caught up in my emotions.” I had to process his words, that being the last thing I thought would come out of his mouth. Never once had a men apologized to me for anything. I am so used to getting treated like nothing and it being normal in a society like the one I grew up with. Never once has anyone cared so much about me to consider my emotions and apologize for a mistake.

“Thank you.”, I just whispered, trying to swallow the tears. “That means a lot to me.” I decided to join him at the rail, watch the stars with him for a little while.

“Do you know that I think you are not real? I think I am imagining you, because for the past weeks I have been slowly losing my mind. Seeing the same things every day, not talking to anyone and having to deal with all those thoughts in my head. I think I started imagining you so I could just stop time for a while.”

“But I am real.”, he said, looking deep into my eyes. “I am real. You are not insane, and you are definitely not imagining me. I can prove that to you. Just take my hand and you will see.”

“Why does that feel like a trap?”, I asked him, watching his face, trying to read his emotions. But it stayed the same. His smile didn’t butch for a second and his eyes still held the same gentleness.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, Y/n. There is no trap. I am just offering you evidence to your lingering questions about your own sanity. I am just trying to be nice to you, but if you don’t appreciate that.”

“No, no I do. I am grateful for your kindness. You just sounded so demanding, and it made me doubtful.”

“I am so sorry, my sweet girl. It was never my intention to make you doubt me. That will never happen again, okay? All I want is the best for you. Nothing more.” I just nodded, eyes facing the wooden floor of the ship. “I am going to tell you the story of why I so desperately wanted to talk to you, since I didn’t yesterday. Maybe that will cheer you up a bit again.”

“I wanted to talk to you because I was mesmerized by you. Because there are not a lot of people out there like you. People so willing to learn and to explore. I never met a woman like you, someone so strong minded and independent. I loved how you never let anyone talk bad to you and I love how despite the negative things the men on this ship say about you, you still stay here. You prove to them every day that you are capable of being on such an expedition and that you are more qualified than they could ever be. And I just knew I had to talk to you, I had to have you in my life.”

And it was like he knew what I needed to hear. Like he knew my deepest darkest thoughts and all the things I was craving to ever be told by someone. It was like he spoke right into my soul and built up this newfound strength. I felt empowered, I felt loved. But yet again, I was also wondering how he could know all those things about me.

“Why do you know all that, Haechan?”

“I told you already, Y/n. I was longing for you.” It didn’t make sense. His answer didn’t make any sense. Was he avoiding my question? Or maybe he understood the question wrong, thinking this was an answer that would satisfy me. But it didn’t.

“That doesn’t answer my question. How can you possibly know about all those? We just met.”

I could hear a sigh leaving his lips, the long and frustrated kind. I am familiar with those, having heard them a thousand times from my father and brother. And I asked myself if I, yet again, upset him with my question. If I should have just kept quiet and appreciated his kind words and moved on from the topic.

“And yet again you don’t appreciate my kindness. All I do is be nice to you, proving to you that I am real and trustworthy, and you still doubt me. Don’t you know how much that hurts me? Do you?” His voice rose visibly, nostrils flaring and eyes growing wider. Haechan wasn’t looking like himself at that moment. He almost looked inhumane.

“I am sorry, Haechan. Please don’t say that. I do trust you. Please, I’m sorry.”, I started begging him, reaching for his hand, which he pulled away. “Please.” Tears filled my eyes and my whole body started hurting again, like it was slowly breaking apart from the inside out.

“You hurt me, Y/n. I don’t think your apology can fix this.”

And this time it was him walking away, disappearing into the darkness, and leaving me standing at the same spot, mourning for him like I had just lost a person to death.

September 1st, 1878

Day 55 on sea

I could see the surprise on his face when he saw me standing there, waiting for him this time, not needing his melody to be called. But the look of surprise quickly faded away and a smirk replaced it instead.

“I see you don’t even need my melody anymore.” It almost sounded cocky the way he said it.

“I wanted to be here first so I could apologize to you.”, I spoke the words with so much sincerity, wanting him to believe me and see that I genuinely mean the apology. “I am really sorry for hurting your feelings yesterday. It was never my intention. All I want to do is make you happy, Haechan, and I am so sorry that I failed to do so.”

He looked at me for a few seconds, brows raised, before he shrugged his shoulders. “What will you do if I don’t accept your apology?”

I didn’t hesitate when I spoke my next words. “I will beg for your forgiveness. I will beg until you accept my apology. I will do anything you want me to.”

“Anything I want you to?”, he asked, and I just nodded my head at him, desperation fulling my actions and probably written all over my face. “I will hold onto that one.”

“Does that mean you forgive me?” Haechan shrugged again, taking a few steps forward into my direction. Looking at him in that moment, I didn’t think he looked hurt. Normally people have this look on their face when their feelings got hurt, quivering lips, wide and sad eyes, body folding in on itself. But Haechans eyes were almost narrowed, and he was towering over me, almost like he was looking down at me. My father once told me people do that to prove their dominance over the other person, but I don’t think that was what Haechan wanted to do in that moment. Or was it?

Maybe Haechan is just like my brother, a person who has to hide their true feelings behind a stone-cold face to demonstrate strength. Or maybe he just didn’t want me to see him hurt by me to make me feel less guilty. Because I was and still am feeling bad for making him feel that way yesterday. I still regret my words and wish I would have just shut my mouth. I should do that more often, shutting my mouth in some situations. It would have saved me from a lot of things.

“I’m still thinking about it. Maybe I will tell you my answer at the end of the night.” That gave me some hope. Even though he didn’t yet accept my apology, he still wanted to spend time with me and that was more than enough for me.

“I saw you talking to that Jisung guy again today.” Haechan was still towering over me, hands in the pockets of his pants and eyes narrowing in on my face. “What is so intriguing about him that you talk so much to him?”

“Did you watch me?”, I asked him, shock lacing my voice. Jisung and I only talked in the kitchen today. I was hungry since I overslept in the morning and didn’t have breakfast. When I walked into the kitchen to grab myself something, Jisung was standing there, preparing the fish for dinner. We spent some time together, me eating my food and him cooking more. There wasn’t a lot of conversation, we just basked in the presence of each other.

“I asked you a question first.”, Haechan voice got lower again. I could only describe it as sinister. There was an undertone in that one small sentence, something that told me I should not say the wrong thing. So, I took a moment to gather my thoughts, fight through the mess in my head and find an answer that will satisfy him.

“He isn’t interesting to me.”, I tell him, keeping my voice clear and loud. “He is just the only person that talks to me when you aren’t here. There is nothing more to it.”

“It didn’t look like that earlier, sweetheart. I thought the two of you looked very cozy in that kitchen, sneaking glances at each other.” He let out a sound similar to a ‘tsk’ and shook his head in a mocking manner. “Am I not enough for you anymore? Do you go around and search for other men when I’m not around? Are you so desperate and needy for attention?”

“No.”, I whispered, feeling even the small last bit of confidence leaving my body. Haechan has a way of making me feel weaker and weaker, draining every last thought out of my head and making my body his. “No, Haechan.”

I felt my legs give him, sinking to my knees. My body felt so heavy but at the same time so light. Haechan kneeled down in front of me, lowering his head so he was looking right into my eyes. “You can’t talk to other men, Y/n. You are mine only, do you understand?” All I could do was nod my head at him, but that didn’t satisfy him. “You belong to me, right, my sweet girl? I need you to say it.”

“I belong to you.”, I mumbled, not having the strength to fully open my mouth.

“That is right. You belong to me, your body belongs to me and even your mind belongs to me. You are all mine, pretty princess.” He took up all my senses. I could only see him, smell him, hear him, feel him everywhere. Like only he excited in this world and no one else.

Haechan leaned forward, his lips brushing the skin of my ear. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and it sent shivers down my back. “Now come with me, darling. Take my hand and come with me. I will make sure you remember me forever.”

I reached for his hand, fingers brushing against each other, but before I could close them around his, a bright light shined a bit further away from us. Everything happened so fast after that. I heard footsteps, a voice and suddenly I felt empty. Haechan was no longer kneeling in front of me and right as I wanted to look for him, my body gave in, and I fainted onto the cold wooden floor.

I don’t know how I got into my bed, and I don’t know who brought me into my bed. All I know is that the moment I woke up again I craved Haechan even more than I did before and I know that the next time he asks me to come with him, I will do so, without any hesitation.

September 2nd, 1878

Day 56 on sea

Everything changed today. Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought I felt. A lie.

I can’t stop crying. My tears are flowing like an endless waterfall. I’m a mess, a disaster. How could I let this all happen? I thought I was smarter than this. I thought I was stronger than this. But I was blinded. I was corrupted, manipulated, used.

I feel dirty, like I haven’t washed in weeks. But I just did. I spent a long time trying to scrub away the dirt I felt, trying to scrub away the shame I felt. I put everyone, especially me, in danger with my reckless behavior, with my blindness, with my incompetence. I am a failure.

I spent the whole day ignoring everyone around me, not even looking at anyone that passed me by. I wanted to desperately prove to Haechan that I only want him and no one else, that everyone on this ship doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is him. I was hoping he was watching me again, being proud of me.

But unfortunately, there was one person I couldn’t avoid even if I tried to.

“You wanted to speak to me, father.”, I said as I entered my father’s office room. I have never been in that room, not once over all these weeks. The room was scattered in books, empty bottles and maps of the sea. I always imagined the room to be neater, at least that was what my father always seemed to be. But my mother told me once that your room reflects the mental state you were in. Maybe my father was also struggling with his sanity.

“Yes.”, he answered me, looking up from his book. “I wanted to see how you are feeling, after your little incident yesterday.”

“I’m feeling fine, father. Must have been me sleep walking again. There is nothing to worry about.”

He just hummed, his face showing the uncertainty he felt because of my words. My father mustered me for a few seconds, waiting for even a little muscle to twitch in my face to show him if I was lying. But I kept a straight face, looking him right into the eyes. “I am thrilled to hear that. And we will find a way to fix your nightly problem.”

Father went back to reading in his book, and even though I knew I shouldn’t, the curious part of me wondered what he was so engrossed in. I always loved the books my father reads, knowing that they are filled with new knowledge. “What are you reading?”

He held up the book, showing me the cover. “Knowledge about the mysteries of the ocean.”, I read out loud, furrowing my eyebrows at the title. What an odd book, I have never heard about that. “What mysteries are listed in the book?”

“Oh, just some fisher men tales. Mermaids, kraken, leviathan, sirens. All those tales which warn everyone on ships about the dangers of the sea.”

“Sirens? I have never heard of them. What are they?” My father turned his book around, showing me the page, he was just reading. On it was a drawn picture of what looked to be a half bird, half fish creature. My stomach started to turn, the longer I looked at it, frightened by its appearance.

“This book says that sirens are mythical creatures, half bird, half fish. Through their angelic singing they lure in fishermen to kill them. It is said that their voice lures them in, but their face is what makes the fishermen stay.”

“Their face?”, I asked, not believing that for a second.

“They put you in a trance with their voice and make you see whoever you most desire. They are insidious, malicious creatures, feared by everyone who ever entered the ocean. They are dangerous, Y/n.” He looked me in the eyes, as if he knew something I didn’t. As if he wanted to tell me more with the last sentence.

“Do you really believe they exist? To me that just sounds like fishermen making up excuses as to why they didn’t bring any fish home.”

My father let out a long sigh, head shaking. He turned the book back to him and stared at the picture for a few more seconds, before closing the book again. “You could be right, Y/n. I mean you have always been the realistic one in this family. But as long as there is no proof that they don’t exist, I will have to believe those tales. It’s better to believe and find out they don’t exist, than to not believe and find out they do exist.”

I couldn’t stop thinking about his words after I left his office. They kept spinning around my head, swirling and clashing against other thoughts. And they were connecting. My thoughts were connecting together, and suddenly there was only one thought left. One person in my mind, and not for the reasons he had been in my mind for the past few days.

But I didn’t want to admit that. Not even to myself. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t true. Those useless tales were nothing but fiction, made up stories to save the fishermen from embarrassment and disappointment. Nothing more and nothing less.

Because I knew Haechan. I knew he wasn’t capable of something like that. He wasn’t a creature designed to prey on innocent people. Or was he?

I couldn’t help but smile as I heard the familiar melody, as I felt it sink deep under my skin and erase everything inside of me. I loved the pain it inflicted on my heart, the way the melody ripped me apart into a million pieces. I loved how for the first few seconds everything stopped being important to me. Breathing, feeling, living. Nothing felt important for a few seconds. Nothing but him.

Haechan leant against the rail of the ship, hands in his trousers and a smirk on his lips. It almost felt like a déjà-vu. I remembered how I felt when I first saw him. Feelings that were once so innocent and unfamiliar are now unconditional and fierce. “My pretty girl.”, he whispered, and I felt the weight on my shoulders lift. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”, I asked, taking a few steps closer to him. I was craving his closeness, his touch. I needed him to touch me, anywhere. I didn’t mind where.

“Ready to come with me.” My head was clouded, brainwashed by his beautiful voice. But wasn’t that exactly what my father told me, what he warned me about. “I can see your doubt in me, sweetheart. What is it that is plaguing your beautiful mind?”

“Do you plan on killing me?” I don’t know why I asked him that question. I don’t know how I got the strength to break out of the haze, even just a little bit.

“Killing you? Why would I kill you?” His eyes darkened and I could see his body language changing. I could see all of him changing. Haechan let out a chuckle before walking into my direction, stopping when he was right behind me. Brushing my hair back, never once touching me, as he leant down to whisper into my ear.

“I really wanted to kill you at first, my sweet girl. I wanted nothing else but to rip you apart.” My body shut down, letting me fall weakly to my knees just like the day before. I couldn’t keep my eyes open for more than five seconds. Haechan kneeled down in front of me, yet again and placed his hand on my cheek. Finally, I could feel him. I could feel the one thing I craved most, his touch. But it didn’t feel how I imagined it to. Instead of lifting me up and making me basked in comfort, it made me flinch. His touch made me want to never see the light of day ever again. “But how could I kill such a beautiful thing? You are my precious girl, aren’t you? So sweet and special.”

I wanted to run, get away from him. I wanted to do anything but to stay with him, but my body didn’t let me. My body stayed down on the ground, heavy and useless. “Does it hurt, love? Does my touch and my words hurt you?” He didn’t need an answer because he knew. He knew how every bone in my body felt like it was on fire as soon as he muttered those words. He knew all I wanted was to make this growing pain stop. “Just come with me. I will make the pain stop.”

When I looked up at him, I saw only a glimpse of him. His skin was pale blue, scales all over it, and his teeth were sharp and long. This wasn’t the boy I met a few nights ago, the boy who made me feel like I was floating on the clouds and the boy who gave me a reason to live. This was a creature, a monster. A siren.

“Go away.”, I croaked out with the last strength I had left in my body.

“Oh no, you poor thing. Don’t be like that.” Not even his voice sounded like the sweet melody I once heard. It didn’t give me sweet pleasure anymore, it only gave me pain. “You love me, or have you forgotten? Have you forgotten all the feelings I inflicted on you? Have you forgotten how good you felt when you were with me? I can make that come back. You just have to come with me.”

“Go to hell.” I didn’t know that this simple sentence could mean the end of my life because the next thing I felt was a sharpness going through my body. And I knew this would be it. This would be the last few seconds before I was gone.

“Y/n!”, I heard someone shout, loud and piercing. I opened my eyes, only to have my vision be blurry. I tried to move, look who that voice belonged to and if I was imagining it again. “Go away and never come back, or I will have you killed and each and everyone of you creatures on this planet.”

I took a hurtful breath and it felt as if my lungs were filled with broken pieces of glass. My eyes tried to stay open, but I didn’t have the strength. “No, Y/n. Stay awake. Please don’t leave me.”

Whiteness surrounded me, filling me up and taking me in. Silence. I heard nothing more than silence. I tried looking around, kicking and fighting as I was trapped in nothing but endless vastness. Far away from me I could see something, or someone waiting for me. I tried to walk towards it, reaching my arms out to grab it, but I never came close.

“It’s not your time yet, Y/n.” And before I could question those words, my eyes opened.

It took me a few seconds to regain my vision, seeing the familiar walls of my room. As I remembered just what had happened, I felt panic filling my body, my breaths coming out faster than normal and my mind spiraling in wild circles.

“It’s okay, Y/n.”, I heard the voice of my father first before I felt his arms around my body, pulling me tightly into him. “Your safe. Nothing can hurt you anymore.”

I looked up at him with wide eyes and my mouth agape. I felt like a little kid again, crying in the arms of my father after having a bad dream. Just that this wasn’t a dream. This is reality.

“It’s okay. We are on our way back home. That creature will never find you again, we made sure of that, okay?” My father held me with so much delicacy, fearing he might break me. “You’re safe. I won’t let anyone, or anything hurt you again.”

And I believed him. There in the arms of my father I believed his words. So, I closed my eyes, let the sleep consume me and hoped that this promise would be one he could keep.

September 10th, 1878

Day 64 on sea

I let the salt air take away all the scars of the past weeks as I watched the soft waves flow under the setting sun. This was the first time in eight days that I had the courage to leave my room. I couldn’t face the place where everything happened. The place where I almost lost myself.

I closed my eyes and imagined the soft grass under my toes, the chirping birds in my ear and the blinding sunlight in my eyes. I imagined biting into a sweet apple, feeling the fresh morning air on my skin and smiling at the veracity of the moment.

“Daydreaming again?”, I heard a voice in front of me, making an actual smile appear on my lips. A smile I haven’t let myself show in a long time.

“What brings you out here? Shouldn’t you be in your bed, sleeping like everyone else is?” Jisung just shrugged his shoulders, his hair softly swaying in the wind.

He showed me a sweet smile, sitting down beside me and taking one of my hands in his. “I am not going to ask you how are doing, since everyone else does that every day.” I nodded at him, grateful for not hearing the repeating question out of his mouth as well. “But I am going to ask you if you still feel the withdrawal, you told me about.”

My eyes filled with tears again and I tried my best to swallow them down. “Yes.”, I mumbled, looking down, too ashamed to let him see me this way. To let him see me so weak and pathetic. “Yes, I still feel it, every day. I long for him, and I know it isn’t right. He isn’t who he showed me to be. I know I was blinded by a trance. I was blinded by need. I know what I am feeling isn’t right and that he wasn’t right. But for a few seconds, for a few seconds every day, it felt real. For a few seconds every day I could just be. I could be me. I could forget the pain and my thoughts, and I could breathe.”

Jisung just nodded his head, not letting go of my hand, but he didn’t say a word. I appreciated that. I appreciated the quietness of him. Because as opposed to the others, he didn’t lecture me on my feelings. He didn’t tell me how it is wrong to feel the way I do and how I should have seen all this coming. He didn’t try to tell me how to move past this, or how to continue living my life. Jisung just stayed silent.

“Why are you awake?”, I asked him after a few moments, breaking the silence he gifted me.

“I couldn’t sleep. And the last time I told you about my sleeping problems, you told me you could tell me a story, like my mother did. A bedtime story to make me fall asleep.” I let the tears that still lingered in my eyes roll down my cold cheeks, as I nodded my head. “Will you tell me one?”

“Yes. Yes, of course. I will tell you any story you want.”

And so, I did.

I told everyone my story.

Bonus

“What took you so long?”

Haechan swam into the cave, brushing past everyone that was looking at him with expecting eyes. He ignored them all and just kept swimming.

“Answer my question.”, Jeno spoke louder this time, but Haechan just kept swimming. He didn’t care that everyone was waiting for him, waiting for him to fulfill his promise, to fulfill all the promises he had made for the past weeks.

“We had a fight.”, he told Jeno with a shrug of his shoulders, nonchalant about the other one’s questions. Haechan could see the disappointment and anger in the faces of everyone in the cave, and he couldn’t care less. He knew what he was doing was right. He knew it was necessary to go through all these lengths to get what he wanted, what everyone wanted.

“A fight?”, his friend repeated, skeptic lingering in his voice. “This isn’t a game, Haechan. We put our trust and time in your hands. How long until this plan of yours backfires? How long until they notice that their ship hasn’t been moving in days? How long until they discover us and put an end us?”

“Jeno.”, Haechan’s eyes piercing into the older boy, voice clearly stating a warning. “Have you lost all your trust in me? I know what I am doing.”

“Are you?” Everyone was looking at the two, anticipating the outcome of this long-awaited conversation. “You were the one promising us you were going to get us this girl. You were the one convincing us how much you were craving her and how much we should as well. And we have given you time, but all you do is play around. This isn’t a game, Haechan. This will determine our lives. Without her, we will not survive, and you are very well aware of that.”

“This is where you are wrong, my dear friend.” Haechan turned his body, facing all the sirens watching him. “This is a game, and I am the leader of it. This girl we are talking about is different from everyone we have ever had. This one is special. She isn’t easily fooled by my tricks, by my voice. She has a smart mind, that one.” A wide grin appeared on the siren’s lips, making him almost look crazy, and his eyes narrowed on his friend yet again. “This one will bring us everything we have ever dreamt of. And it will work. The game I am playing, the fight we were having today, it will all work in the end.”

“How can you be so sure of that?” The question lingered in the quiet of the cave, the eyes of everyone looking at Haechan, faith and trust all in his hands.

“Because it is all going according to plan.”, he announced, voice thick with pride and confidence. “It is all going according to my plan.”

#lee haechan #lee haechan imagine #lee haechan imagines #lee haechan angst #lee haechan nct 127 #lee haechan nct dream #lee haechan nct #nct dream imagines #nct dream x y/n #nct dream x reader #nct dream fanfic #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #lee haechan x reader #haechan imagines #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #lee haechan x y/n

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i asked chat gpt to make a playlist based on each one of the brothers of obey me…

here's part 2 and 3: the dateables + luke / the side characters

here's what it gave me:

lucifer:

"sympathy for the devil" by the rolling stones

"smooth operator" by sade

"devil inside" by INXS

"demon" by imagine dragons

"lucifer" by SHINee

"bad guy" by billie eilish

"personal jesus" by depeche mode

"no rest for the wicked" by lykke li

"highway to hell" by AC/DC

"dark horse" by katy perry ft. juicy j

"i put a spell on you" by creedence clearwater revival

"power" by kanye West

"black magic woman" by santana

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"wicked game" by chris isaak

mammon:

"can't stop the feeling!" by justin timberlake

"money" by pink floyd

"material girl" by madonna

"don't stop me now" by queen

"irresistible" by fall out boy ft. demi lovato

"i want it all" by queen

"rich girl" by hall & oates

"break free" by ariana grande

"gold digger" by kanye west

"born to be wild" by steppenwolf

"counting stars" by onerepublic

"uptown funk" by mark ronson ft. bruno mars

"i love it" by icona pop ft. charli XCX

"shut up and dance" by walk the moon

"take a walk" by passion pit

leviathan:

"nerd" by three loco

"all the small things" by blink-182

"the real slim shady" by eminem

"anime" by riton & kah-lo

"superhero" by 5 seconds of summer

"loser" by beck

"gamer" by karliene

"virtual insanity" by jamiroquai

"no tears left to cry" by ariana grande

"in the end" by linkin park

"radioactive" by imagine dragons

"the middle" by zedd, maren morris, grey

"numb" by linkin park

"gangnam style" by psy

"last friday night (T.G.I.F.)" by katy perry

satan:

"bitter sweet symphony" by the verve

"imagine" by john lennon

"bohemian rhapsody" by queen

"hotel california" by eagles

"hallelujah" by leonard cohen

"smooth" by santana ft. rob thomas

"time in a bottle" by jim croce

"wish you were here" by pink floyd

"somewhere only we know" by keane

"black" by pearl jam

"dust in the wind" by kansas

"vincent" by don mclean

"blackbird" by the beatles

"under the bridge" by red hot chili peppers

"sultans of swing" by dire straits

asmodeus:

"vogue" by madonna

"glamorous" by fergie ft. ludacris

"beautiful" by christina aguilera

"i'm too sexy" by right said fred

"fashion" by david bowie

"confident" by demi lovato

"glam" by christina aguilera

"fancy" by iggy azalea ft. charli XCX

"manicure" by lady gaga

"glamourous indie rock & roll" by the killers

"G.U.Y." by lady gaga

"primadonna" by MARINA

"supermodel (you better work)" by rupaul

"gold digger" by kanye west

"diamonds" by rihanna

beelzebub:

"sugar, sugar" by the archies

"banana pancakes" by jack johnson

"all star" by smash mouth

"don't stop believin'" by journey

"i want to hold your hand" by the beatles

"lean on me" by bill withers

"stand by me" by ben e. king

"with a little help from my friends" by the beatles

"three little birds" by bob marley & the wailers

"can't help falling in love" by elvis presley

"i'll be there for you" by the rembrandts

"count on me" by bruno mars

"lean on me" by club nouveau

"i just called to say i love you" by stevie wonder

"better together" by jack johnson

belphegor:

"enter sandman" by metallica

"lose yourself" by eminem

"don't wake me up" by chris brown

"sweet dreams (are made of this)" by eurythmics

"lazy song" by bruno mars

"sleeping in" by the postal service

"dreams" by fleetwood mac

"mad world" by tears for fears

"lucid dreams" by juice WRLD

"wake me up when september ends" by green day

"hotel california" by eagles

"boulevard of broken dreams" by green day

"i don't want to miss a thing" by aerosmith

"talking in your sleep" by the romantics

"no sleep 'til brooklyn" by beastie boys

this was fun lol

except for the repetitive ones, i acctually liked this - even with the ridiculous or that make no sense...

i'll definatelly make a part 2 with the side characters and maybe with characters from another fandom. i'll put the link here when i do it.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me!#om!#om! nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #chatgpt #chat gpt

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horizon-verizon · 1 year ago

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At least, Cersei is the one to refuse to go public with their incestous relationship and isn’t out there proposing to marry Myrcella to Tommen, unlike Saint Jaime who call his sister ‘queen of whores’, treat her as his property, and victim-blame her (I tell you, he [Robert] loves me not/And whose fault is that, sweet sister ?), and never spare a thought for Tysha (or Bran for that matter), but thats normal, its because he’s a feminist and teenage girl-coded. No wonder he has some sympathy for Criston Cole, lmao. Do people genuinely believes Jaime is a victim of patriarchy and that his gender doesn’t favor him over Cersei ?? Insane. Can’t wait for him to die. It’s 2023, Jaime isn’t Adam and Cersei isn’t Eve, dude is a misogynistic, racist and hyperprivileged white man and his father’s golden boy. Funny how you all talk like Green/Criston’s stans when it comes to Cersei and Jaime.

*EDITED POST* (9/21/23)

Probably from this recent post that itself has 3 links to other posts where I talk about Cersei as a character.

Um...when did I ever either imply or directly say that Jaime was "a victim of patriarchy and that his gender doesn’t favor him over Cersei"? Or express that he was better than his sister, morally? Or express that Cersei deserved to die more than he did?

Perhaps you have that impression because I never talked about Jaime exclusively once, or you're just going off of what you recently read and horribly misinterpreted the purpose and argument of that post. If the latter, I advise you to reread. If the first, I don't write about Jaime much simply because he doesn't interest me as much as Cersei or Tyrion, no one asked me my thoughts about him, and I'm not thinking of him apart from his relationship with Cersei or Tyrion. His knighthood and masculinity are...not "easy", but direct enough for me to not dwell as much as his other siblings' issues. (look to this post by blankwhiteshield about Jaime) I generally care more about women, children, and other marginalized people in fiction, even when I do sympathize with some white cis straight men some of the time.

I mean pre-Brienne Jaime. That's just how GRRm wrote his arc.

For me, blankwhiteshield's posts about Jaime HERE and HERE both suffice to give me a picture of who Jaime is bc they fill in some blanks I had in my pre-existing assessment of Jaime. Which actually wasn't favorable, anon. I find Jaime to actually be very annoying, and no, I do not think that he is Cersei's victim. He is deluded in some ways as much as her and is not a good person because of the abuse and emotional neglect they all get from Tywin/Westerosi society. I actually should have, since again, there were blanks. You can take a look at those links as well.

Look, Cersei is evil & abusive AS WELL AS a victim of domestic abuse woman & of misogyny since childhood. These are not mutually exclusive nor does it NOT mean that her domestic abuse only and directly caused her power-hungriness and need to control if not every, most aspect of her life and those she sees will help her get or maintain control and a good image of herself. Neither the abuse nor misogyny against her erases the fact that she develops hatred towards women, going so far as to violently and sexually objectify them like w/Taena. (Her using what she's observed men do to affirm power and copying it). Or that she pinched her baby brother's penis at a very young age, showing her classist and blase willingness to target children/one of the most vulnerable groups for her own sense of control over her husband, family, etc., and political power. She is also very willing to sacrifice/risk the entire city for her own control of power, similar to Aerys II. Cersei is complicated and there is nuance to her character, but she is unmistakably evil simultaneously. What I like about her or what I find compelling about her (if you haven't read the post about it) is that I can understand her motivations, and relate in some ways, and from practically babyhood she's been trying to be essentially "good enough" and perfect through external, social values of competency BUT also as someone has said: her need for perfection and power and total love comes across as pure in its own sort of twisted way. Her emotions are so intense and uncontrolled and she remains totally unaware of her loneliness that she comes across as childlike.

I also find it very funny how you're criticizing show!Rhaenyra for wanting to marry Jace to Helaena (I presume, you don't specify but that is the closest betrothal to the one you make b/t Myrcella and Tommen) when you say: "At least, Cersei is the one to refuse to go public with their incestous relationship and isn’t out there proposing to marry Myrcella to Tommen". Because while this would have done nothing to assuage Alicent--which was what Rhaenyra was trying to do--it was also not that bad of a deal for Helaena or Jace themselves. I personally dislike it bc, again, we're erasing Rhaenyra's relationship w/Laena and how she ever made it so that Jace married Laena's daughter...but I digress. OR you probably were referring to Jaime expressing the desire to go public with their relationship, that conversation? Again, what does this have to do with my argument in the post I recently posted and that I assume you're responding to?

#asoiaf asks to me #cersei lannister #the lannisters #jaime lannister #agot characterization #cersei's characterization #jaime lan's characterization #asoiaf parenthood #asoiaf #agot

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nimbusbb2001-blog · 9 months ago

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I’m showing some of my favorite Percy Jackson ocs. They are triplets with the same mom but different godly dads. (They are just as confused as you about it). They are 12. They were claimed in the order Azzie, Axel, and Aslan. Yes I know It’s gacha club. I just suck at drawling and I like to put into it what i think they look like. They are based off of a funny post I saw a while ago but I don’t have the post exactly. (If y’all know which post I’m talking about lmk)

Blue hoodie boy: Aslan, son of Apollo. When Axel was claimed Aslan was a little upset. He believed that he would also be a son of Ares. He used to have dark brown hair like his brother till he was claimed by Apollo at which his hair was sunbleached blonde. He is a little more shy, sensitive, and reserved than his triplets. He is really good at shooting guns but horrible at using bow and arrows. His powers include prophetic visions, target accuracy, and small amounts of healing+music.

Purple shirt girl: Azzie, daughter of Dionysus. Azzie loves theater and has always been a good actor. She is a little bit of a drama Queen but really sweet. She’s very optimistic and sarcastic. She doesn’t normally use weapons, but she uses powers of insanity. She dreams of becoming a broadway actor. If you know them well you realize that she’s the true leader of her siblings.

Green shirt boy: Axel, son of Ares. He is the “loudest” of his siblings. Everyone who meets them would think that he is the leader of the siblings. He can summon the dead of any loosing battle, although he gets woozy after summoning more than 5. He has a Stygian iron sword that is a gift from Ares.

I have many more Ocs based out of Percy Jackson. Most are for a generation of demigods after our current roster go to college. If you would like to see more I can share them :) I am open to Role playing with my ocs, although nothing 18+

#pjo ocs #percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa #camp halfblood #pjo roleplay

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project-neo · 2 years ago

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Pokémon Trainer Hc part 1

Anime/ game: Pokemon

Charakter: well known trainer

Ship's: silver X Ethen (gold), blue x red, Hyū(Hugh) x Tony (Black, male protagonist)

A/N: I love those ships. All my Headcannon have some part of a cannon truth. If you have Headcannon's yourself go and share them in the comments. Now have fun!

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Kanto

Red

He CAN speak, he just chooses not to. Words are unnecessary to him.

Hie favorite pokemon is Charizard and you CANT change my mind!

Red has a sweet tooth! Give him a pokepfuffle and it's over.

His Pikachu is more of a friend to him then a pokemon. That is why it is on his shoulder.

Blue

He is actually a huge softie! Of course he doesn't show it right away. You need to be his S/O to see that side of him.

He cuddles you everywhere. Unlike Red, blue would hug and kiss you anywhere no Mather is you mother is with you two on the dinner table, or if you 2 are alone.

He cares for red and leafe. Both of them are important to him.

He is a perfect cook! He loves cooking and does so every opportunity he gets. Birthday's, random party's or just because. His food is the best!

Blue x Red

Those two in a relationship are just insane. The Quiet older Men and his Hyper Younger Partner? Oh shit! A dynamic made for disaster.

Blue is the power bottom! And I will fight you for it.

While red spoileds Blue with gifts like plushies or something for the kitchen, blue will treat Red to thinks like home made dinner, potion's and Other items or even some data from Pokemon.

PDA and affection a smaller than private due to the shyness of red.

Red AND Blue both wear there rings for everyone to see.

Johto

Silver

He is cannonly trans (female to male). I picture him with rather soft skin (like a women).

He wears a ponytail wen he gets the chance!

Has a slim and female figure because be was born as a female.

Prefers salty food.

Is actually very emotional.

Has frequent panic attacks because of his past and other things.

Ethen Hibiki (gold)

A decent cook.

Survival Profi.

Ethen has a mastiff Sweet tooth! You give him a bon bon and he eats it in in seconds!

Afraid of highs

Dyes his hair regularly.

PDA in public? Hell yeah! Back hugs and kisses on chin and cheek are a Daly thing with this huge softie!

Love language is definitely spending time and PDA.

Ethen x Silver

Ethen can read Silver emotions very well. That why he can proved Silvers frequent panic attacks. And if they do happened Ethen can calm him down Rather quickly.

Silver frequently bys snacks for Ethan as a thx because of it.

Both boys agreed that the most PDA is done in private. However sometimes Silver grabbes Ethen's hands to feel more comfortable.

Wen the two are up against Giovanni (how I picture missgendering silver), Ethen will stand up for Silver and keeps him in his armes untill Giovanni leaves.

Ethen playes with Silvers hair and decorates it very often.

Unova

Hyū/ hugh

Can't control his emotion's!

Definitely Asperger's Autism! I won't take anything else!

Man ist an Abdul GOD in massages! Like you have sore shoulders? No worry's Hyū's got you!

Likes Spicy food! His favorite food is actually spicy curry and Chicken.

Walks around with a potion's and a first aid kit. He also had hair ties for rose.

See's N as a big Brother! I will fight you!

Make the best scrambled eggs!

Is very good with money!

Tony

Very clumsy. Needs a first aid kiss with him at all times. (Good that Hyū has always one)

His favorite food is chips/crispes.

Loves bubble tea and green tea!

I picture him with some sort of illness like diabetes or a heart problem.

Has frequent nightmares.

Can't handle to much Stress. Is just makes him puke.

Doesn't get sick often but wen he dose, it hits hard.

Lives healthy, trains much and over all very active!

Hyū x Tony

Because tony is so clumsy hyū has to always bandage him up. And if by any miracle Hyū forgets his first aid kit, both of them are fucked.

Hyū has to wake up Tony at least 4 times a week because of nightmares.

PDA is done in Private but also in public. Holding hands, kisses or hugging is normal day shit!

N is someone who eats sour things. Like give him a lime and he eats it infont of you without hesitation.

He has at least 4 wild pokemon around him at all times.

See's Hyū as a little brother and treats him as sutch.

Favorite pokemon? Kyurem!

Unlike his "little brother" N can handle emotions.

#pokemon #pokemon red #pokemon blue x red #pokemon red x blue #Ethen x Silver #Pokemon silver and gold #pokemon black and white #hyū pokemon #n pokemon #Tony pokemon black white 2

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yachaer · 1 year ago

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Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

Got tagged by @hajielu and @ourdragonsarebetter

Last song: I was listening to some iconic songs from the early 2000's when "C'est une belle journée" by Mylène Farmer popped out on my queue. Don't judge me.

Currently watching: The Boys. I've watched the first season so far, which is incredible so far (and insanely violent). I hope not to be disappointed by the fllowing ones.

Three ships: Ow, tough question. I'd say Bagginshield, Yeehan and Handers (on par with Shadowgast). Because I love dark brooding men and whoever take a shine to them.

Favorite color: Green! And also red.

Currently consuming: Goat milk yoghurt. Delightful.

First ship: Zelda/Link, in theory. But my first true ship was actually Bagginshield.

Relationship status: I have a wonderfully sweet and adorable boyfriend. I'm a happy man.

Last film: Austin Powers, international man of mystery. With my boyfriend, who had never seen this delightfully dumb movie.

Currently working: on several secret projects. Shhhhh...

tagging @scienceoftheidiot @dragonsingondolin @puukkolesbo @thehoveringbrain

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ask-lana-and-lala · 3 months ago

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Okay, after constipating if I should do this or not because I barely even started with my first comic but, anyways, I'm starting with LaLa first because Lana's gets to much love from me.

1. Pretty, obvious but, eyes

2. When i was starting out with LaLa,I could decide between Spinel from Steven Universe or Lolbit from FNAF.. I voiced claimed him as spinel, but now that I'm thinking about it.. Lolbit is better for him.

3. Indoor, LaLa absolutely hates light.

4. Doing his job of killing- i mean.. rebooting the teachers.

5. His dream job was to a famous Rockstar because he really wanted to become like his idol, and well, he is now an assistant. He still wishes to become a Rockstar!

6. The fact that he's no longer a boy. Explanation : he was killed and being held captive by his aunt and uncle, and one day his uncle accidentally experimented on him with a gender-switch-potion and made him lose his masculinity.

7. His very long hair ✨️

8. He loves action fantasy.

9. School books ;-;

10. He really loves scenecore, rock and odetari's music.

11. With umi.

12. Before dying, he was an average student that got B's and C's.

13. McDonald's.

14. He's afraid of lizards

15. Before he died, he was the popular kid who got along well with everyone but his friends were 3 guys : Darius, Taylor and André.

16. B.D (before death), he loved both of them equally, but he was more of a daddy's boy, but not in that sense. I mean it "like father, like son".

17. LaLa adore Lana because she's the only family he has left. (Lana and LaLa had 3 other siblings).

18. Any memory of his uncle and aunt.

19. Even tho he loves Lana, he loves his twin brother, Leo, more than anything.. The sad thing is he can't even remember when's the last time he saw him.

20. His first timing learning the guitar with his dad ❤️.

21. Reading books, rewatching The Owl House, chilling with her sister,.boyfriend and çøű§ïŋ.

22. All stages of grief. (Minus acceptance)

23. He's too quick to judge people as for his strengths, his insanely strong thanks to his new powers.

24. Not good, the second his mom died thanks to some drunk woman on the news. He completely trashed his room and was in an absolutely rage cause even if he loves his dad more, he still values his mom.

25. His fav is dark pink and his favorite is the souls of the DHMIS teachers as for normal food uhhhh.. steak ;)

26. Anything sweet and green.

27. Libra :)

28. Cat person, he's scared of dogs.

29. B.D, he had an ex-girlfriend, and they did kiss, but only once.

30. He doesn't think a lot about marriage so no.

OC Ask Game

Thought I’d take a crack and make one you guys can reblog and enjoy and play amongst your mutuals.

does your oc have any motifs?

describe your character's voice. do they have a voice claim?

is your character an indoor or outdoor person?

what's your character's favorite recreational activity?

what was your character's dream job as a kid? is it different than what their career ended up being?

what is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves?

what is the thing your oc likes the most about themselves?

what book genre is their favorite?

what book genre is their least favorite?

what kind of music do they enjoy?

has your OC ever fallen in love and with whom?

how well does your OC do in school?

where would your OC like to go on a honeymoon?

An embarrassing secret about your OC?

who is your OC’s best friend?

how does your OC feel about their parents?

how does your OC feel about their siblings?

a memory that still makes your OC angry?

a memory that still makes your OC sad?

a nostalgic memory from your OC’s childhood?

hobbies your OC enjoys?

what is holding your OC back to achieve their goals?

what are your OC’s biggest flaws and biggest strengths?

how does your OC handle death of someone they know?

favorite food and color for your OC?

least favorite food and color?

your OC’s zodiac sign?

is your OC a dog or cat person?

when was their first kiss?

does your OC wish to be married someday?

#ask meme #oc #oc ask game #dhmis lala levitt #dhmis #ask blog #ask lala and lana!#oc angst #dhmis au #dhmis oc #dhmis ask blog

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turtletaubwrites · 1 year ago

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Numbers Game ~ Masterlist

Please enjoy this smutty one shot that got insanely out of hand.

Last Updated: 2/2/25

Pairings: Cross Guild x Fem!Reader x Special Guests

Ao3 Link

Series Playlist: Youtube Music Link | Youtube Link

Summary: You left your stable/boring life as an investment banker to have some adventure. Unfortunately, that sweet Warlord of the Sea didn't follow your financial advice, and now you and your clown are at the mercy of his biggest lender and his new business partner.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Dark Content, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, PTSD, Threats, Alcohol, Cigars, Blood and Violence, Swearing, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Guilt, Manipulation, Humiliation, Degradation, Teasing, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Daddy Kink, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Choking, PIV Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cuckolding, Biting, Face Slapping, Dom/Sub Undertones, Praise Kink, Size Difference, Overstimulation, Blow Jobs, Hair Pulling, Dacryphilia, Orgasm Control, Large Cock, Anal, Double Penetration, Knifeplay, Pain Kink, Blood Kink, Aftercare, Bondage, Spanking, Punishments, Orgies, Fights, Brat Handling, Gangbang, Scratching, Body Worship, Cock Warming, Comeplay, Relationship Drama, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers, Cross Guild boys are VILLAINS, Additional tags listed on each post

A/N: I'm obsessed. What do I have to do to get my butt onto that green couch?

Extra Scenes

| Rabbit's Fur ~ (654) |

Asks, Author's Notes, and Sillies

| Party Attire ~ Reader ~ (Author's Version of Numbers Girl's Party Dress) | Party Attire ~ The Boys ~ (Author's Version the of the Boys' Party Clothes) | Suitor Dossiers ~ (Get to Know the Hunters ~ Read Part 31 First!) |

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godisbestfriend4evaeva · 2 years ago

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lwtkmm · 3 years ago

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They loved you, didn't they?

Part 6

Part 5

Remember, you are loved, you are special, you are worth it, your presence matters and you are beautiful.

Tw : blaming, depressed tiredness , possessiveness, obsession, blackmailing, yandere behavior?

" Mine mine mine mine MINE!! "

You lay on your bed with your eyes closed. It had been weeks since you had that talk with Asmo. He had no love for you anymore. Since that day you had stopped interacting with the brothers, like at all. They still gave you glares but you acted nonchalant.

Acted... Nonchalant. Deep inside it was killing you . You were always reminded of how much they despised you, how they didn't love you anymore. Their love, was it all fake? Or was it all because you were their sister's descendant. On top of that, you helped your heart out to mend them, mend their family, but you didn't earn am ounce of their trust .

There was a council meeting that day. Lucifer had informed you with a warning that if you showed up late again, he'd kick you out of the student council. You got ready for RAD and went to the purgatory hall, for Luke and Raphael ,of course . The three of you walked to RAD together.

Far behind, pair of green eyes watched as you walked to RAD, hand in hand with Luke, singing. Something was bout to happen and he couldn't do anything, despite being so powerful. He knew.

The meeting was supposed to be after the lunch break. Lord Diavolo had to discuss some very important things. You waited for Luke and Raphael, but none of the two showed up, so you decided to go alone. You didn't wanted to face an angry Lucifer. You walked past class rooms , you could hear footsteps behind you, very close. You turned around and saw Umi, with the biggest smile.

" Hello ~ sweet Mc"

You ignored her. She kept walking behind you and trying to talk until you stood on the top of the downstairs that led to the council room.

" Listen Umi -"

"Yes? I'm listening Mc "

" Stop bothering me! Go away "

" Why? It hurts me to hear you say that "

" Because I don't want to talk to you "

She held both of your hands, totally ignoring what you said.

" Let's go to Hell's kitchen today , they have a new dessert "

" No, I'm going somewhere else " You lied.

"Where? "

Damn why won't she leave you alone? Think something mc! Think.

" I'm going.... I'm going flower picking with Diavolo. "

" Can i tag along? "

" No it's kind of a date. "

Her expression darkened, once again.

" A date? With Diavolo? .. Oh Mc sweetheart, you still don't understand.. Do you? "

She looked towards the stairs.

" I already have the brothers' trust, let me have the royals and purgatory boys' too? " She smiled evilly at you as she Threw herself down the stairs.

She fell down with a large thud sound and everyone came out of the council room.

Umi cried " Mc, why did you do this? "

" What?! I didn't do shit! " You yelled.

Everyone looked at you.

" Mc! In the council room. NOW! " Lucifer groaned.

What! Why! Why did she do that! Seriously what was her problem!!!! Why!!!

" Mc explain! "

" I didn't do that"

" How dare you -" Lucifer was cut off by an angry Diavolo , " MC! I DIDN'T BELIEVE LUCIFER THAT MUCH WHEN HE SAID THAT YOU'VE BEEN A TROUBLE FOR UMI! BUT NO! NOW I'VE SEEN IT WITH MY OWN EYES, I SHOULD HAVE NEVER BROUGHT YOU HERE! "

" Dia-"

" LORD DIAVOLO ! MC SAID THAT SHE DIDN'T PUSH HER? WHY CAN'T YOU BELIEVE HER? YOU AND THE BROTHERS ARE SO QUICK TO PUT MC TO BLAME? WHAT PROVE YOU HAVE THAT MC PUSHED HER? SHE COULD HAVE JUMPED HERSELF " Luke snapped.

" Shut up Chihuahua! look who ya are talking to " Mammon angered .

" I very much know whom I'm talking to , so know your place you dumb demon. Not everyone is insanely stupid to pull a war like your dead sister "

" Luke! How dare you! " Lucifer shivered in anger.

" How dare you, you disgrace! You better shut up , you couldn't even keep your family stable, mc was there! She mended your whole family but what did you do? Pushed her aside after using her for your own advantage! Do I need to remind you of how you fell from grace or how Micheal threw you out of celestial realm for you to realize how inferior you are to me? "

" Simeon, don't tell Michael that I didn't warn him!"

" Oh, you want to fight! Come on demon, I'm not pretty sure who would win but please don't end up popping another ugly kid like you did "

Lucifer charged towards Luke but Raphael stood before him.

" No Lucifer, you're not walking past this"

" Lord Diavolo, I apologize deeply on behalf of Luke, " Simeon said.

" Simeon? Why? Even you believe umi? "

" Luke, STOP. " The severity in his voice made Luke shut himself.

" Mc, if I get a news of you being a problem for Umi again, then you'd better pack your bags for the human world. " Diavolo scoffed and left the room, the brothers in tow with Umi.

" Mc, you disappointed me and Luke, we are having a long talk after RAD " Simeon left with a disturbed expression.

" Mc I'll give you an advice, I don't care what you feel but keep your damn jealousy to yourself because you're ruining the human world's reputation . How dumb can you be? " Solomon warned.

You were left alone, again. Luke stomped his foot.

" How can they be so foolish! "

" I'm tired " You sounded broken as your lips trembled and the tears dared to fall any second.

" Mc? " Raphael asked Worriedly.

" I'm tired Raphael, I'm tired Luke, I'm tired of this, I'm tired of everything " You sobbed.

Luke stood there, crying and gritting his teeth and Raphael crouched beside you to comfort you.

You felt another presence in the room, as if someone was watching you. You looked up and at the other end of the room, you saw pair of emerald eyes looking into yours with an apologetic look.

Barbatos walked down to where you were and pulled you in a hug.

" I'm sorry mc, I'm so sorry " Barbatos was... Weeping!?

"Barbatos?.. Why are you apologizing. "

" Because I knew! I knew this would happen. The day Umi came, you looked so disturbed so I looked into the future without the young master's permission and I saw everything up to now! I knew this would happen mc but I.. I didn't do anything! I let everyone hurt you! I didn't do anything not because I wanted you to suffer , I'd never want that, it was because if Lord Diavolo knew that I had used my powers, it wouldn't end up good for either of us . So please, forgive me mc, I know you didn't do anything wrong. " He hugged you tightly.

It was your first time Or it might even be barbatos' first time being like this.

You hugged him back, " It's not your fault Barb, I know it must be hard for you to know everything and not being able to do anything, not being able to disobey Diavolo. I don't blame you ."

" Thank you mc " He smiled at you, then he looked at Luke and ruffled his hair " What you said to Lucifer was really cool "

You chuckled " That's why Luke is my guardian angel "

" Barbatos, you must know what would happen next wouldn't you? " Raphael questioned .

" As much as I wish I would, I only saw events up to now " Barbatos sighed.

You were glad, Barbatos was there for you.

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Since that day, you distanced yourself from all those who hurted you. You only hung out with Luke, Raphael and secretly with Barbatos, you, for obvious reasons didn't wanted Diavolo Or the brothers to see you both together.

Umi tried everything to stir up trouble between you, Luke and Raphael but she failed everytime.

The brothers were out and you were in your room listening to a music piece you and Luke had recorded when you heard your door open. It was so sudden that you flinched and your phone fell off your hand.

" Mc! " Umi screeched.

" Go away "

" No mc, let's do something fun. "

" You have the brothers! You have lord Diavolo , you have Simeon and Solomon ! Go hang out with them , not me! "

" Why would I want to hang out with them, they're boring anyways, I'd rather spend all of my time with you ~ ... But you keep ignoring me ,my sweet, and it hurts me a lot "

" It's because I know you'll only cause trouble and turn people against me! Why do you keep doing that! "

" But I did that for you, my sweet , uh-huh, for us!"

" Wh-what you mean? "

She placed her hands on either side of your study table so that you were pinned down.

" You still don't get it " She smirked.

" I don't want the brothers, the royals or the purgatory boys, all I ever wanted was you. But you! You don't realize it! If I had not done this, you would have wasted your precious love on those pathetic brothers, royals and purgatory guys, on that stupid Asmodeus! You know how much it broke my heart when you said you were dating him? Moreover it angered me. How can you like anyone else other than me ?! I spent every second of my day with you my love! Yet you heeded me with no attention! Trust me sweetheart, I never wanted to hurt you, but let's be honest, you look so pretty when you cry. " She smiled with pure evil.

You looked up at her in disbelief.

"But still that little angel and quiet angel, they're being a problem! Don't worry darling, I'll get them out of the way too and when you have no one, I'll play the savior that I am and make you mine mine mine mine MINE!! "She laughed hysterically.

" Ohh look at that expression of yours, it's so adorable ,it makes me wanna have you more and more all to myself ."

" How...? " You were so utterly shocked and confused, you didn't know what to say.

" I stopped hanging out with you and hung out with the brothers because I wanted to be in their good light, I wanted to make this innocent,nice girl image in their minds, because manipulating them would be easier if they trusted me. And you darling,you liked them?! You thought they were your family?! they talked trash about you and agreed on whatever I said after that mammon incident, it's as if they never trusted you. See my love, they don't love you ! And you're here worrying over them?!" Umi sighed.

" Well a lil dark magic spell always comes in handy. I mean it's the best opportunity to put my years of study on dark magic to use. And then I hurt myself, to blame it on you, and to gain their trust, and then gaining the others' trust wasn't that hard you know since the brothers were on my side. They're so dense they didn't even realize the spell they're under but I had to be a little more careful with that airhead of a prince since he may be stupid but he can detect lies . But as I said he's dense so it wasn't that hard." She traced your face with her knuckles, " Anything for my darling~".

" Umi.... You're pathetic " You blurted out in disbelief.

" Oh don't worry honey, once they're all gone, you'll only have the pathetic me and then we can love each other just like we're supposed to."

" THIS IS NOT HOW ONE TREATS SOMEONE THEY LOVE ."

She placed a hand on your cheek and puffed out a laugh.

" This is how I treat the one I love . "

" Sooner or later, I'll trash the brothers and others like the waste they are and then I'll love you endlessly mc dearest. " She caressed your head and smiled like an insane at you.

She skipped and left your room, mumbling your name.

UMI WAS INSANE. SHE WAS BEYOND INSANE. You couldn't believe what you had just experienced. She's dangerous. She's evil. She's totally deranged .

You were scared. Your mind raced with thoughts until a heard a 'ting' sound. Your D.D.D . You looked down to where it fell and your eyes widened.

You had accidentally hit record.

Part 7

#obey me #obey me asmo x mc #obey me replaced mc au #obey me angst #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me barbatos #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me luke #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

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aizawaskittenwhore · 4 years ago

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𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

≛ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

≛ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1𝘬

≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

#izuku midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #shinsou x reader #dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #hawks x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bhna smut #deku x reader #bakugo smut #dabi smut #kittybutmakeitferal

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lxstbxyscave23 · 3 years ago

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Hi I just got into your writing and I love it 🥰 and I was wondering if you could do a David x reader where the reader has powers and she saves David idk how but I’ll that up to you the good writer and he starts to like and fall in love with the reader and then some fluff and smut if you would like❤️❤️

Thank you, for loving my reading, you’re so sweet!

I have been waiting for ‘nother request and I’m so sorry I didn’t see this sooner!! Thank you so much for your request, this sounds good so I’ll get straight to it. Sorry it was rushed.

Dom!David x Fem!Reader with Powers

Description: David was having some trouble with a huge group of jerks. Surf Nazis. One night David and the boys gave them a run for their money, but they come back..and who’s there to save him?

Warnings:Foul language, SA, Fighting, Killing, Smut. 18+ only. MDNI!!! Fem!genitalia M & F receiving. Squirting, fingering, David’s cancer in a stick mentioned. NO RAPE IS IN THIS STORY!

Requested? YESS!!

Here you were, defending the guy you liked.

You never knew it would come down to you “making the first move” then again who did? Sure as hell not David. He had his eyes on you for a while now. When you felt that you were being watched while reading or listening to music. It was him. Now you always had an instinct that it was indeed him, so yes maybe you did try to act sexy at random moments. Which always made his pants tighten. But let’s not talk about that right now.

There you were, walking along the boardwalk when you heard some arguing and commotion. You being nosy. Had you looking all over for it. See you had these powers. You were able to read minds and you even had telekinesis. It took you a while to figure out but when you got the hang of it, you were moving all sorts of things.

David and his boys never heard of such, sure they are vampires and know of witches and stuff but..someone who was human and had those powers were insane. They of course thought it was cool but they’ve never really seen you do it. They heard you and your friends talking about it but never seen you prove the theory.

You followed the arguing and soon found David with Surf Nazis. Of course. Now you didn’t know he was a vampire, he was so good at hiding it.

So when you saw a group of five picking on him you took it as your sign to swoop in and lend a hand.

You trudged over to the punks, wearing your dress shoes and a beautiful Olive green dress. Mid thigh length and very showy in the chest area. It was flattering and sure as hell made heads turn every which way you walked. David saw you and smirked, he looked perfectly fine. His gaze hard and threatening. His jaw clenched when their heads turned and their mouths let out a melodically loud whistle. Mentally you curled up in disgust but physically your face looked as beautiful as ever.

“Keep your eyes off her ‘ya hear me?” David says very sternly as he grabbed a guy by his collar. They circled him like a pack of wolves. Where were his buddies? David was never alone, he always had this three other buddies, a woman and a little boy.

Not tonight you suppose.

You walked directly into them, your body maneuvered between their sweaty bodies. Some wearing no shirts, some wearing shirts and some wearing just a leather or a jean jacket. They all glanced down at you David with a knowing smirk.

“Look at this sexy chick.” A guy with a mohawk said, his hands scooping to pull you in. David pushed him backwards and another guy grabbed him from behind, putting him in a head lock. “Let him go you fuck face.” You stared him down as he smiled at you. He licked his lips looking you up and down. David stared down at you, he looked a little ashamed of himself..almost like he wasn’t supposed to be doing this.

“Shut your pretty little mouth slut!” The guy was trying to get you riled up. “Don’t talk to her like that.” David said calmly. The guy with the mohawk punched David in the stomach. “Since you wanna protect him so much, why don’t you give us a little show, maybe we’ll like what we see and leave your little boyfriend alone” You cringed of disgust and kicked him in his crotch. He groaned out and fell to his knees clutching himself.

“Don’t ever talk to me like that you scum bag!” You said kicking him in the face as he fell back. Someone from behind you grabbed your arms pinning them between his. You wailed yourself and kicked around. David’s face was mixtures between disgust and anger, he wanted to feed, he wanted to kill”. But he couldn’t..

Another guy stood in front of you, his eyes threatened you as his hand came up and grabbed your cheeks smooshing them. Your jaw and face ached as his other hand trailed down your body, starting from your hair to your shoulders. He slowly caressed your breast as you kneed his stomach. He didn’t react only moved his hand to your throat.

You were kinky..yes but not like this.

David wasn’t really doing anything like you expected. C’mon he’s a pretty big dude, against the short bug behind him, I’d say he’d definitely win.

You couldn’t handle yourself, you instantly shut your eyes and focused. Focused on what needed to be done. No body is really around, it’s okay Y/n. You can do this, it’s the only way.

David stared at you with a smirk, smirk turning into a very very wide grin.

“Finally giving in sweet stuff?” The last guy to say anything said. All of a sudden he folded. Literally! He folded in half. You could hear his bones snapping as blood gushed out his gaping mouth. David watched as his mouth began to water.

The guy let go of you, mortified he ran off. No where to be seen later on. The guy threatened David before he ran off the other way. You mentally grabbed the one who fell to the ground terrified in shock and flung him in the air and out into the gorgeous ocean.

David stepped in and his face was morphed. You gasped, taken aback by his face. He was a..Vampire. You heard his voice in your head, he turned to you. Lighting a cigarette and staring at you with a sadistic grin. “What..?” You managed to breathe out. “Surprised doll?” He took a few puffs and smashed it onto the floor as he grabbed the guy who was passed out from you kicking him in his nose.

He turned around and sank his sharp white fangs into his soft pulsating neck. His eyes shooting right open as he wailed. Arms flailing and he shouted out only for David to snap his neck and shove his body over the railing.

“If..you could do like- y’know- all of that..why didn’t you save yourself?” You we’re still in shock. Sure you heard a thing or two from the Frog Brothers but you just thought they were living their teenage era, they’re just kids I mean who would believe that? Then again, here you were, a lady with super powers.

“Testing you” Is all he said before he walked closer to you, his lips only inches away. Ready to be kissed. He looked so hot, blood slowly dripping down his lips. You wanted to lick it right off. And you did, you lunged forward and shot your tongue out. The pink muscle lapping it all up and lunging itself into his mouth. He pulled you closer by your hips as his right hand came to the back of your head and wrapped itself into your hair.

“Damn” Is all he said as you pulled away but not after sucking his bottom lip and detaching with a ‘pop’.

He stared down at you with lust filled eyes.

“Testing me for what?” Your breath was slightly heavy after just sucking his fucking face off.

“Your powers.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you to his motorcycle. “My place?” He questioned as he ran his hand through your luscious hair.

“Mine..” You moaned out as he gave a little tug.

He smirked and picked you up.

“I wanna sit in front of you..” You whined out and he nodded before sitting down with your thighs pressing him into you. Your legs came down a little behind him as he revved his engine. He roared it to life and headed down the boardwalk.

You were now on the main road, David staring down at you as you gave him doe eyes. He grunted and you pushed your hands into the bottom of his shirt. You felt his body and he was so soft, he had a happy trail and you explored his body. Your hands left his shirt and found the back of his neck. He groaned when you scooted yourself closer to him, practically seating yourself on his dick.

“You like this? Hm?” You moaned out as you grind on his clothed cock. He looked down at you as you batted your eyelashes up at him. “Fuck..yes.” No one was around. It was maybe one o’clock and you both were flying down the roads. You decided to be even more bold and lean back a little, still skillfully grinding your hips. Your hands came to your shoulders and found your dress straps. His eyes never left your movements, He didn’t even care about the road at this point.

“Eyes on the road batty.” You teased. He glanced up before his eyes came back down to your movements. You slowly pulled them a little down your shoulders. Your breasts fell freely, as the cold air hit them and your nipples became perky. His breathe hitched.

“Fuck, they’re so gorgeous, you’re so gorgeous.”

You blushed and tilted your head back as your hands ran down your body. “Touch me” You moaned into his ear and leaned back again. He gritted his teeth trying to hold back. “What if we crash hm?” You grabbed his right hand and pressed it to your tit.

“Guess we’ll crash with you touching me.” You shrugged a little and kissed his neck. His hand fondling your breast and playing with the perky nipple. “Mm that feels good.” You start to grind again as your hands hold onto his thighs. Such nice thighs to grind your pretty little pussy on. Make it nice and wet for David to fuck.

He kissed your lips really quick and pulled into your driveway. “How’d you know where I live?” You asked breathlessly. “No reason.” He grunted as he turned off the motorcycle. You began to pull your dress back up when he stopped you and picked you up again. Throwing you over his shoulder. Instead of his hand holding your legs so you don’t fall, his hand smacked your ass and grabbed it sternly not letting go. You let out a giggle as he kicked your door open.

“Hey!” You said smacking his toosh. “I’ll fix it later.” You were satisfied with that and gave his rump a squeeze again and he slapped yours making you yelp. “No touchy there.” He jogged up stairs making your breasts and ass jiggle and damn what a sight in the mirror on the wall.

He found himself into your room and tossed you onto the bed, he jumped onto you as his mouth attacked your lips. His hands came down and ripped your dress off. “That’s my favorite dress!” You whined out as you smacked his chest. “I’ll have Marko make you a new one.” Is what he said before his lips traveled down your neck and onto your collar bone. Being sure to leave all sorts of marks.

Your moans were like music to his ears.

Your panties and dress shoes were the only things on you. Not for long. David took your shoes off and undressed himself. His boxers staying on, you could see the imprint and you almost choked on your own saliva. He chuckled and pulled your panties off with one swift motion.

Damn, it sure as hell was a sight for soar eyes.

His eyes glazed over your pretty little cunt and he got down onto his knees. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed. Your ass hanging off as the rest of your body laid back. He spread your legs and kissed your soft silky thighs.

He finally landed a kiss onto your clit and gave one long lick from the bottom of your cunt and all the way up to your jewel. You moaned out and tried to close your legs but he separated them with a grunt. His tongue delve in and you gasped trying to be quiet. For what? Nobody, but you felt your neighbors would hear. “Lemme hear those pretty little moans.” His tongue doing wonders and his hands coming up to twist and play with your nipples.

You couldn’t contain it so you moaned as loud as you possibly could. “That’s it darling.” He praised you so softly. His finger came into your cunt as well and fingered you as he tongued you. His other hand came down to massage your clit and draw tight circles. You felt the knot tightening inside of you and you arched your back as you felt yourself almost getting pushed over the edge.

Your cunt tightens around him and he looked up at you with encouraging eyes. ‘Cum for me baby’.

You heard his voice in your head as he stared at your head fall back and your eyes cross. Your hands came up to play with your tits as you felt yourself come undone. He’s finger fucking you so hard and his other fingers rubbing your jewel so fast you felt yourself about to squirt.

‘Squirt on my face you cumslut.’

That was all you needed to hear before his tongue retreated from your cunt and you squirted all over. His tongue darting out again to catch it in his mouth and he did. His fingers still rubbing you into overstimulation. Your eyes still crossed and your tongue stuck out. Your mouth full of drool just waiting for it to be replaced with David’s cum.

You finally squirted the rest of what you could and he lapped up every juice. “You feel good baby?” He asked rubbing your face as your stared with doe eyes. You nodded and felt your legs close.

“What about you?” You said so breathless that he chuckled. “Don’t worry about me kitten.” He palmed his hardened cock and you felt bad. You grabbed his hand and sat up onto your knees. You tugged his boxers down and they pooled around his feet. “I wanna make you feel good.” You whined as you let go of his hand and scooted backwards.

You laid a little on your stomach but onto your elbows. Your knees bent as you stayed in doggy position. You placed your hand on his cock that sat right in front of your flustered face.

“Oh darling..” He groaned as your hand squeezed his tip a little. Your tongue darted out and you licked the dripping pre cum. Barely placing his tip between your lips your tongue licked all around it.

You slowly took him inch by inch into your tight warm mouth. “Doing so good baby.” He moaned. It sounded so good to hear him moan. You finally reached his V-line. Your nose touched his pubes.

You were a gagging mess, tongue swirling around his massive cock. You moaned which sent vibrations through his body. “Yes.. yes.” He moaned out grabbing your hair and pushing you into him. Making you take more of his cock.

You looked like such a fucking slut, soon cum will be coating your pretty face.

He fucked your face. Skull fucking you as his hands tangled into your hair. Your hands pressed onto his thighs. You saw his abs tightening and you knew he was so fucking close. You moved your head rapidly to his movements and looked up at him with slutty eyes. “Pretty little thing.” He was a panting mess and you were a gagging mess.

“Where baby?” He pulled out still pumping himself.

“Mm, my face please.” You moaned out sitting on your knees, he nodded and came closer as he pumped himself fast. Chasing his climax.

“Fuck yes.” He groaned as cum shot out onto your face. Coating your lashes and lips. He had a heavy load so you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. He shot the rest into your mouth and you swallowed right before his eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so good. Experienced huh?” He grunted as he pulled his boxers back up and pulled you into his lap. Your naked body and cum filled face was making him slightly hard again. “No first time..” You mumbled and smiled softly at him.

His eyes widened.

“Wait so you’re a virgin?” He caressed your face.

You nodded as he smiled at you. “You did so good though, y’know you’re mine now right? That means that pretty little pussy belongs to me.” He cupped your cunt and you twitched still feeling the overstimulation.

“C’mon let’s get you cleaned up.”

Hope you all enjoyed, it’s 2am and I’m very tired, have a good rest of your day every body!! Love you all!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!

GIF BY MOBANJAREE

#the lost boys #smut #follow 👑 share ❤️ enjoy 🍑#love ya <3 #kiefer sutherland #david

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ladyblueberrymuffin · 1 year ago

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That's the thing, it's so weird a lot movies made today are reboots when every original movie is kind of a 'reboot' already? It's just that you're ignoring it, because it doesn't have the name of the thing you like, but that's stupid, because you don't like the thing you like for it's name or external appearance, you like it for the substance.

You mash different things together, and add pieces of yourself along the way.

I would like to use my favorite book as an example. Beautiful Creatures is definitely not as popular as Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, or Hunger Games, and if you even heard of it, chances are you probably know it as that one weird Twilight rip-off Alden Erenreich starred in before he became a popular actor. But that's the thing, it is actually kinda freaking great? And a great example for this exercise.

I think what I love about it, is that you can tell the authors Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl were nerds like us when growing up in the 80s. Kami Garcia has stated that Harrison Ford was her crush when she was younger, and Margaret Stohl is a huge Han and Leia shipper, and you can tell. Years before Ereinreich became Solo, he already kinda was playing a character inspired by Ford, with this snarky small town boy, who seems gruff but is actually really sweet and tender, and is actually really funny and gets beaten up a lot.

And then the main girl? She's this sweet, but feisty girl, also quite snarky when she wants to be, but the authors aren't afraid to make her vulnerable too. They have a sorta antagonistic relationship at first, because she doesn't trust him, and her father figure, named Mr. Ravenwood might I add, hates the boy's guts, because he trusts him even less with his beloved adopted daughter. She has black hair and green eyes. She's Marion Ravenwood! It's Indiana Jones as a fantasy high school drama! Without the problematic age gap. They did the thing all those Disney remakes want to do, but fail because the problematic elements are kinda baked into the narrative.

Let's also not ignore that Kami Garcia has said that she would love to write characters from The Craft, and the main girl is a witch with green eyes, who's kind of a girl next door, who's antisocial, kinda depressed, and heaven help you if you endanger her, her friends or her family, because she can be ruthless. When I finally watched the Craft I was flabbergasted by how much Sarah Bailey reminds me of this character, to the point I actually looked into if the authors have seen the movie, and sure enough, they did. A big deal in the book is made of the fact that when she uses her magic her hair starts billowing in the wind, and she can cause storms and lightning strikes, which is very reminiscent of the epilogue of The Craft, where Sarah shows that she still has magic powers and scares off her bitter ex-friends. The element of former best friend becoming a dangerous rival is also present, with a redemption arc at that, something The Craft fans have often expressed Nancy deserved.

Also, the whole thing feels a lot like the Phoenix Saga. The fact that our main girl might become insanely powerful and turn evil is a big part of her character arc. And the book once again kinda improves on the inspiration by subverting this trope of "Woman with power become evil". The whole point of her arc is learning to accept the parts of her that are 'dark'. It's okay to break the rules sometimes, it's okay to feel angry, it's okay to not be nice to everyone. It's a very relatable arc if you grew up catholic. It's kind of a bold moral for a book written in 2009.

It's just cool seeing all these elements that combine into a bigger whole. It's really inspiring to see that professional writers are also just huge nerds like us, and their books are basically kinda crossover high school AUs of the stuff they grew up watching.

Nothing is technically stopping you from writing your own MCU reboot, or Transformers series. Change some stuff around, make the characters your own, and voila.

#booklr #writing

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catnipster69 · 3 years ago

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Wincest Fic Recommendations Full List

Here are my faves, categorized from lightest to darkest. I hope to add to this full list over time.

J2 rec list here.

Lightest

Suave & Complicated by OldToadWoman

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4480040

Sam and Dean discover a useful, little, magical artifact. No one is forcing them to do anything. No one is going to die if they don't. They don't even feel a strange compulsion. But… it would be really helpful if they powered up the magical stone… and… all they have to do is kiss.

This is maximally delightful! It's funny, sexy, and reads like a better Supernatural episode, only with wincest. I found this to be practically perfect.

Comfortably Numb by bloodwrites @bloodwritesfic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4711565

You can't live so close together without occasionally getting a peek at each other's equipment, and Sam's big all over, but Dean's sure he doesn't have the kind of length he'd need to— "We are talking about the same thing, right? You're telling me you can..." Sam grins. "Fuck myself. Yeah."

This is a complete delight. And it just feels so in character.

Utopia by nigeltde @nigeltde-fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11714535

Anyway, Dwight Yoakam can go fuck himself.

Basically, a room of requirement fic. I found this very sweet. Post season 12.

Leader of the Pack by @astolat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2224

Teaching old dogs new tricks.

It’s a shame that Astolat does not write Supernatural fics anymore, but more than a decade later, her fics still hold up. Small, delicious meals. Makes sense that she is such a good mainstream writer in real life, too. Set in mid season 3.

Bad Blood by @astolat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/164477

Fuck me or I'm going to die isn't the world's best pickup line.

Good humor.

Green and Gamboge by @sevenfists

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25267

Sam first notices the weird dinging noise in Paducah, and by the time they hit Kansas City, it's a full-on clank and rattle, the car thumping rhythmically every time the engine turns over.

This is fucking adorable.

Light

Coast On Through by philalethia

https://philalethia.livejournal.com/196029.html

A post-first-time fic. With a lot of sex.

Insanely hot. It takes a while even after they’re fucking to realize that, yeah, they’re it for each other, that no one else can compare. I love hearing the boys’ voices so clearly. So many great exchanges. It just feels so real.

Hands That Held Your Hands by philalethia

https://philalethia.livejournal.com/217441.html

In which Dean gets sick and Sam takes care of him. Tiny spoiler for episode 404. Written while waiting in a doctor's office to make myself feel better about feeling awful.

This is adorable, really.

Over the Hills, Far Away by roxymissrose

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1407463

Somewhere in the middle of season seven, this world careens towards the left. Dean looks at Sam and decides enough is enough. They need to settle down for a while, take a breath.

I’m not a giant fan of curtain fics, but this is my favorite.

Taking the Fifth by @astolat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/164210

“Dean Winchester?" Sam said. "I'm Sam Moore. I'm your lawyer." (AU inspired by 2x07, The Usual Suspects)

It’s hard to pick the best of the best from astolat.

Punxsutawney by @astolat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/164466

astolat thinks any plot worth doing is worth doing TWICE

Groundhog Day by @astolat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/164413

astolat thinks any plot worth doing is worth doing TWICE three times. (especially if the show mostly does it for you.) spoilers for Mystery Spot (3x11)

Thought I’d group both of these groundhog day fics together. (I think she may even have another one out there).

Baby Blue by Edwardina

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35405101

Sam touches a cursed pacifier and is compelled to suck on it non-stop. At first, Dean thinks it's hilarious and Sam is humiliated, but the way Dean treats Sam is actually a turn-on for them both.

This is weird, but surprisingly engaging.

Follow The Jackalope by WhiskyBoys

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10136267

It was just a regular black dog hunt, or so Sam and Dean thought, yet somehow they ended up tracking a unicorn through the woods, and then Dean may or may not have spotted a jackalope. After that things really took a turn for the weird!

"A unicorn? A freaking unicorn, Sam?" Dean repeats for the fourth time in fewer minutes. He looks down at the arsenal of weapons in Baby's trunk, twitchy fingered and wild eyed. "How the hell are we supposed to kill a goddamn unicorn?"

We're not gonna kill it," Sam snaps, elbowing Dean sharply in the ribs when he picks up a flame thrower.

This is a hoot.

Two People, At Least One Orgasm by nigeltde @nigeltde-fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22317730

Under the ham balls and tears.

Laugh out loud.

In a safe behind a painting by glovered

https://archiveofourown.org/works/493710

Dean tells RoboSam that he'd have to be paid a large sum to sleep with him. Challenge accepted.

It’s not too often you get a soulless!Sam story that is so hopeful and humorous.

Gray

Heart Shaped Balloon by @winsive

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37139917

Sam and Dad are fighting. No surprise, but it's the weekend before Valentine's Day and Dean isn't missing out on the chance to bang a cheerleader just to console his bratty little brother. He does bring back a heart shaped balloon for him, though. It's not supposed to be cursed.

This whole premise is clever. Love the build-up.

the constant vow by deadlybride @zmediaoutlet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40820367

With Crowley apparently dead and Sam's soul back in place, even though Eve is a worry and Castiel's fighting a heavenly war, Sam and Dean at last have some space to get back to what passes (for them) as a normal life. They've just finished up a pretty standard job and are killing time in snowy Wisconsin when Dean wakes up no longer looking like Dean. That's just the start of their problems.

I don’t usually like female Sam or Dean stories, but since Dean is not female all the time, I was able to get over my reluctance. Deadlybride is one of my fave authors, and she does not disappoint.

Strong Black Vine by shaenie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4413944

They are both pretty drunk when it finally happens. Not drunk enough to pretend they don't remember or even drunk enough to chalk it up to bad decision making. Just pure liquid courage drunk.

This is a really good case fic plus lots of kinky BDSM! I think the author, who isn't really "in the fandom," didn't get the voices quite right (a tad too much slang for Dean), and some scenes have "weighty" meaning that I didn't always get, but still really good.

Invisible Boy by dollylux

https://archiveofourown.org/series/129525

This is a story of adolescence. This is a love letter for the slow burn, for Led Zeppelin, for the 90s. This is the first of two sets of stories about how Sam and Dean didn’t fall in love. They never had to. It was always there, this desperation between them, like a real, breathing thing. When they came together, it was inevitable. As sure as continents colliding, as the phases of the moon and the life and death of stars. This isn’t a love story, but it’s a story of love.

You’ve probably already read this! But if not, hurry and do so. So good it feels like canon.

Phthonus by leonidaslion

https://archiveofourown.org/series/6437

There's only so much jealousy a guy can take, and Sam's reached his limit ...

Whatever happened to leonidaslion?? One of life’s great mysteries. Even though this is unfinished, it’s totally worth reading for the hot, hot sex. The plot is the least of it.

with a cherry on top by dollylux

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6016192

Sam gives Dean a Valentine's gift that keeps on giving.

This is underage, consensual, and filthy.

Like Staring Into the Sun by @nyxocity

https://archiveofourown.org/works/367041

It’s not about the girls. The girls are just the excuse. It’s about them. Them and this unavoidable thing that’s growing between them.

Hot as hell. I guess I felt it was Gray because the tone is kind of dark and desperate.

Surrender by Coragyps

https://archiveofourown.org/works/585290

Sam Wesson, college drop-out and general nobody, is abducted from his home by a green-eyed stranger. Taken to the shadowy Facility, he is trained over time to embrace his inner Submissive and become the perfect slave. But is he making a mistake in trusting Dean to be his Master?

The writer truly embraces her premise, which is that there are people who are “natural submissives” who will end in suicide if they aren’t trained and matched with a master. Hey, it works!

Wrapped in Honey by emebalia

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3194219

Sam is a monster who wants to buy himself somebody to feed on. Lucky him, Dean's on sale.

Poor, broken Dean. Luckily good incubus Sam is there to save him. Too bad it involves locking him up and using him as a sex slave! A world with supernatural creatures, but Dean’s not a hunter? It’s so crazy it just might work. There are some spelling mistakes in this, and that usually drives me nuts. Sadly, there’s no “suggest” function to put forward corrections on AO3.

Riders on the Storm by zorrosuchil

https://archiveofourown.org/works/875765

I. Bottled up in a borrowed Sierra Nevada cabin while their father chases demonic omens, Sam and Dean have nothing to do but hunt chupacabras and mess around. It's not supposed to mean anything. When the weeks are over and Sam announces he's leaving for Stanford, everything including their relationship falls apart. II. After Jess's death, Dean is Sam's anchor in an ocean of grief, but soon Sam starts suspecting that he's holding too close, wanting too much. Meanwhile, Dean has repented of what happened that summer, but deep down neither can shake his less-than-brotherly feelings. III. On the trail of the Wild Hunt, during a last-ditch effort to save Dean from hell, the crackling tension between Sam and Dean finally comes to a head.

Just a good, angsty read.

Trinity by leonidaslion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/181748

This isn't what Dean meant to give Sam for his birthday...

Hot, as usual.

Come Home in the Car You Love by @sevenfists

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25264

It seems fucking stupid now—worse: naive—but Dean honest-to-God thought that everything would stop after he went to Hell. A big cosmic reset button. Like his death would settle the universe's score and Sam could make himself some kind of real life, one that didn't involve hitching his fate to Dean's inevitable demise.

Great mood, interactions, build-up. Classic.

Moderation Itself by @sevenfists

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25363

"So just leave, then, if that's what you fuckin' want to do—" Dean said, and Sam slammed his hand down on the table and yelled, "Yeah, well maybe I will," and Dean said, "Fine," and Sam said, "You fucking asshole, I hope you rot in hell," and the next thing Dean knew, it was two days later and he was driving toward the Gulf, alone in the Impala for the first time in what felt like about ten million years.

Sometimes Dean needs time to process what he really needs.

Skin of the Beast by @alulaspeaks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14900721

Find Dean, find Jack, fix it. Sam's mission should be simple, but after a mysterious storm transforms ordinary people into hideous creatures, Sam finds himself struggling to hang onto his humanity and stay alive. Joined by an enormous wolf, Sam sets out across a new and dangerous landscape trying to balance the draw he feels to the wolf and his need to complete his mission. Find Dean, find Jack, fix it.

This has such an imaginative and poetic scenario.

Dark

Roll the Bones by @lovetheirloves

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42052812

When other kids his age were experimenting with drugs and alcohol, Sam Winchester was experimenting with witchcraft.

This is why you’re not supposed to experiment with witchcraft.

Douglas County by @awabubbles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1343818/chapters/2802031

Prison AU. Dean Winchester is a new correctional officer at Douglas County Youth Services where he meets Sam Wesson, a fifteen year old inmate who's been charged with arson and the death of his parents. Dean finds himself increasingly protective of the young inmate, but as his personal life gets more complicated, Dean has to find out exactly how far he'll go to keep Sam by his side.

Just perfection. The kids aren’t alright, but maybe it’s alright if they’re together. This is a raised apart, non-supernatural AU. But even if that’s not your thing, I think you can appreciate the way awabubbles adapted the general outlines of Supernatural to fit this gritty tale of a fucked up Dean who is trying to overcome his own traumas; and how he connects to a boy for reasons we readers know, but that Dean takes some time and luck to figure out. They way they find salvation in each other. It feels real and painful and sexy and hopeful.

The Light of Munin by leonidaslion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/180210

Beyond the Apocalypse, beyond the Rapture, beyond the reach of memory ... How long can even the strongest love survive?

This one is very literary, with a fascinating setting. Not the usual fare. It’s always a treat to find unusual things in this genre, as there is a tendency to tread the same well-worn paths.

Sammy's Little Boy by majesticduxk

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1064091

Dean is hit by a spell which turns his cock into a little boy one, tiny and soft and useless. He can't even get hard anymore. He hates it but his partner can't get enough of playing with Dean's little limp, bouncing cock and balls. After all, daddies can do what they want with their little boys. please note: this is NON CON and as such if this will disturb you please don't read. Dean does get some physical enjoyment out of it, but there is definitely no consent.

This is such a bizarre one... It's not realistic, why Sam is so, so bad, or why Dean is so helpless. I don't take it too seriously. It’s just...smut!

The Glamorous Life by @rivkat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5974

Dean's infected by an incubus. Complications ensue.

Poor Dean! The boys aren’t good at communicating, as usual.

Grit to Build a Pearl Around by @saltandbyrne

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12320718

Sam always helps his big brother out. Even when it hurts.

Underage. Dean's not a good guy in this. Twisted Sam/Dean.

remainder of two by @thatsakitkat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1698800

Dean has a curse put on him that de-ages him and makes him desperate for Sam to fuck him.

The first time I read this, it ended on such a bleak note, that I got mad at it. But then I couldn't stop thinking about it. It took me awhile to find it again, and then I bookmarked it. It is bleak: but very well done, especially since it's mostly porn without plot.

Flying Weight by Flesh

https://archiveofourown.org/works/231283

Sam wakes after being soulless for three years to discover that Dean and his relationship with him have undergone some serious changes. Through traveling and hunting with Dean, Sam struggles to put his life back together after events he has only limited memory of. A season six wincest AU

I was kind of resistant to this story initially. It was just so hard to take. But on re-read, I could admire it better. Masterful.

Darkest

This is as dark as I go. There are darker out there (drug addiction and prostitution, I’m looking at you).

Suite!verse by leonidaslion

https://archiveofourown.org/series/6436

evilSam and Dean

This is a long, unfinished fic where Sam becomes a general of Hell and becomes evil. But his “love” and obsession with Dean remains, so he locks Dean in a hotel suite for years while he fights for Hell in the apocalypse and tries to get Dean to surrender. I couldn't stop reading it, but I was also yelling at it. She explains in the comments how it ends; it would have been bitter, bitter sweet.

Disturbia by leonidaslion

https://archiveofourown.org/series/7424

Not all of our scars are worn on the outside ...This is a VERY DARK FIC, and if you are sensitive to issues of consent or to the psychological repercussions of rape and other sexual trauma, please hit the back button now. There IS a happy ending, but it is at the other end of a very long, very dark tunnel. Please be sure you want to make the journey before clicking ahead.

Again, Dean really gets fucked up in this, and I'm not sure I like having this version of Dean in my head. Still, it's a gripping read. Read at your own risk. I mean, it ends basically happy? But Dean’s trauma can’t be wished away, and Sam has his own traumatic journey too. I guess one of the things I relate to in this is Sam’s intense, obsessive longing for Dean. Because I have that too.

Kink Corner

These are the fics I was afraid to post as being too outré; but hell, you’ve made it this far! Your kinks may not be my kinks, but if they are, you’re very welcome.

Little Creature You Unspun by Exaggerated_Specificity

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6359056

Prompt: "Some spell/curse/hand-wavy magic grants Dean his deepest, darkest desire: eight year old Sammy spread out naked and begging to get fucked."

John inadvertently brings home a cursed book that has eight year old Sam acting out Dean's wildest fantasies. Marked as non-con due to magically induced reasons for the sex happening. Don't read if this isn't your thing.

Well written! Really!

Doppelgänger (little bird sing) by Exaggerated_Specificity

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6358690

Prompt: "Soulless Sam sweet talks an underage girl/boy into giving up her/his cherry. As young as you want."

Soulless Sam has a little fun with one extremely young Jensen Ackles. Read the warnings. This is every bit as dirtybadwrong as it sounds.

I guess we can blame these on the anonymous prompts? I’m not sure what my excuse is for reading these.

warm by @hellhoundsprey

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37163134

Sam and Dean go a little further. (Sam is 8-ish, Dean is 12-ish.)

I only put this in Kink Corner because of the under-agedness. This age works as an A/B/O fic.

#wincest #fan fiction #catnipster69 recommends #full list #my posts #fic recs #wincest fic rec

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