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Bingyuan Remarried Empress au
Remarried Empress au
When Yue Qingyuan was 7, he was kidnapped by enemies and sold to slavers. He spent 5 years as a slave before he was rescued by a passing noble who had loyalty to his family. He was forced to leave behind the close friend whom he loved with all his heart, his Xiao Jiu. He promised that once he was old enough, he would return and buy off Jiu’s price so that he could bring Jiu home with him. He told his Xiao Jiu to wait for him.
Yue Qingyuan returned when he was 18 only to find that the manor his Xiao Jiu had worked for had been burned down.
This broke his heart, and he mourned for the boy who held all of his love.
Yue Qingyuan chose to marry the 3rd son of the prominent Shen family despite it not being the most favorable match possible, because the third son, Shen Yuan, looked similar to his Xiao Jiu. It was still a good family, and Shen Yuan had trained extensively in the four arts along with strategy and ruling, not to mention he had talent with cultivation, he made a fine option for a future Empress.
Shen Yuan was a warm and friendly man with a kind heart. He put on a cold and impenetrable facade when in front of outsiders, but it couldn’t hide his good nature. Whenever they were alone together, Shen Yuan’s facade would fall and he would let Yue Qingyuan see his genuine self. Yue Qingyuan found himself falling in love with Shen Yuan, who made it all too easy to love him, even when he kept you at a distance.
Shen Yuan was younger than him by a few years, so they courted until he was of age. Then they wed, crowning Shen Yuan as the Empress of the Cang Qiong Empire.
Shen Yuan was a competent and righteous ruler, but he rarely let his cold facade down after being crowned. He felt he needed to embody being a good Empress, so he kept his emotions under a cool mask.
Their marriage worked for 5 years, then, Yue Qingyuan ran into a runaway slave during a hunting trip. It was his Xiao Jiu. The boy that he promised his heart to that he searched for and couldn’t find.
He brought Xiao Jiu home with him at last, falling in love with him all over again at first sight. His Xiao Jiu was prickly and mean, but he forgave Yue Qingyuan when the man told him that he returned to Qiu Manor the day that he turned 18 but found it burned down. Jiu forgives his Qi-ge, and is happy to reunite after their bitter years apart.
What he doesn’t like is that his Qi-ge went and married a replacement. Someone who looked similar to him and was so clearly meant to be a way to replace Shen Jiu after Yue Qingyuan couldn’t find him.
Shen Jiu was suspicious of their similarities so he asked for a blood test to be done on him and Shen Yuan. It was a close match and so they found out that Shen Jiu is the lost first son and heir to the Shen family, one who was similarly kidnapped as Yue Qingyuan had been, only he had been younger and never managed to escape.
Shen Yuan was at first happy that his Er-ge had been found, but that quickly changed when Shen Jiu started making his life hell and trying to steal his husband. Now that Shen Jiu had legitimacy as an heir to a noble house, and a higher position than Shen Yuan himself within the household, he was technically a better candidate for marriage. He had none of Shen Yuan’s education and training, but he was a ruthless schemer and strategist.
Shen Yuan began losing favor over Shen Jiu, even among their own family. All he had ever done was make himself into the perfect Empress, and now years of his efforts were being spat upon.
Tensions are high when foreign diplomats come to negotiate a treaty between the 2 realms. The Demon Realm and Human Realm have had a tentative peace since the current Empress wed the Demonic Emperor 20 years ago. Their marriage almost resulted in a war when the King of Hua Huan tried to say that the Demonic Emperor had kidnapped one of his wards, but the Empress went into hiding and snuck into the Demonic Realms, already pregnant with the heir. They married and now there has been an uneasy peace between the realms.
The Demons now seek to solidify the unofficial peace with an actual peace treaty, and they send diplomats to make it happen.
Luo Binghe and Zhuzhi-Lang are the ones that are sent. Luo Binghe is secretly the crown prince of the Demonic Empire, and Zhuzhi-Lang is his cousin. They came under false pretenses and therefore have to keep their identities under wraps.
Luo Binghe can’t claim the throne as Emperor until he marries the spouse who will be his Empress. His Father has pressured him to seek out a marriage so that Tianlang-Jun can finally retire and go travel with his wife instead of ruling. Finding a bride is a secondary goal to establishing a solid peace treaty to aid in securing his oncoming rule.
Luo Binghe has the ability to transform into a small black dog, something that he uses for reconnaissance. During his wanderings as a dog, he runs into Shen Yuan crying in a garden late at night. Shen Yuan is taken by the adorable dog, and he ends up confessing his woes. Talking about how he tried so hard to be Empress but he was only ever a replacement for his brother and now his own Husband has turned against him.
Yue Qingyuan made Shen Yuan fall in love with him. The man courted him for years and made sweet promises. They wed each other and it was the happiest day of Shen Yuan’s life. All for what? All so that Yue Qingyuan could look at him while seeing his older brother.
Has Shen Yuan not been a benevolent and effective Empress?
Has Shen Yuan not been a caring and dutiful spouse?
Has Shen Yuan not dedicated himself to his tasks and risen to the occasion each and every time?
But Shen Yuan will never be enough because he will never be Shen Jiu.
Shen Yuan can’t fight back the bitter tears and painful confessions. His brother has been turning everyone against him and nobody else can see it. If he tries to say anything they would only say that he was being jealous and paranoid. Everyone knows that Shen Yuan was just the placeholder, it was obvious for everyone to see.
Yue Qingyuan acted like nothing was wrong, so caught up in his Xiao Jiu’s orbit. He acted like he hadn't forsaken his promises and spat in Shen Yuan’s face. Like he wasn’t the one to court Shen Yuan for 4 years and marry him after his 18th birthday. Yue Qingyuan promised him love, promised forever, promised fidelity.
He made all those promises to the shadow of Xiao Jiu and forsake them the moment the true object of his affections arrived.
Luo Binghe couldn’t believe that anyone could be so foolish as to break such a beautiful heart. How could someone not want to marry Shen Yuan and have him forever? Especially for such a spiteful wretch like Shen Jiu?
Luo Binghe wouldn’t let this opportunity go. One man’s loss is another man’s gain. Shen Yuan was a wonderful Empress for ungrateful humans, and would make an equally wonderful Empress to demons who would appreciate him. Luo Binghe would never let this treasure go.
The next day, Binghe wrote a note before placing it in a pouch with an attached necklace. He transformed into his dog form and maneuvered the pouch around his neck before trotting off to find his future wife. He found Shen Yuan in the same place, crying in his private garden. Binghe boofs and runs up to the tearful man, nugging himself against the man’s legs in comfort.
Shen Yuan let out a beautiful bell-like laugh that rang through the garden and enchanted Luo Binghe. “Oh? Has my cute little friend returned?” cooed Shen Yuan with a bright smile as he scooped up Binghe and placed the dog into his lap. Shen Yuan buried his face into the soft and fluffy fur of Binghe’s body, pulling back when he felt something odd.
Shen Yuan saw that there was a satchel hanging around the dog's neck. “What’s this?” Shen Yuan questioned, opening the satchel to find a message written inside.
‘To whomever has stolen Bingpup’s heart:
This one is the owner of that mischievous dog. This one hopes he has caused no troubles for you. Bingpup seemed enamored with whatever person he met. and this one has never known a better judge of character than my loyal dog. This one is interested in getting to know such a person that Bingpup has deemed worthy.
-Ice’
Shen Yuan looked down from the note back to the dog in his lap who sat patiently and sweetly. “You like me so much your owner found it odd?” Shen Yuan remarked, utterly charmed. Most people were warded away by the cold front that Shen Yuan employs as Empress, but this adorable dog seems to feel different.
Each day, Shen Yuan would come to his garden to meet with Bingpup and exchange letters with his owner. Shen Yuan found someone he could be somewhat genuine with, and he softened through their interactions. This secret friendship became the highlight of his days which only grew darker with the shadow his older brother cast over his life.
Eventually, Binghe reveals himself to be the one sending the letters and offers a marriage proposal to Shen Yuan. He also reveals himself to be Bingpup after an injury. Shen Yuan finds himself accepting, because he knows that divorce is coming his way and he honestly doesn’t feel like fighting for a man who he knows was only using him.
Yue Qingyuan eventually requests a divorce, and Shen Yuan accepts while asking permission to remarry. With Shen Yuan’s marriage to the crown prince, Binghe will ascend to being Emperor with Shen Yuan by his side as Empress.
They all go their separate ways, better for their parting. Both brothers are competent Empresses to their respective realms, and are happy with their spouses. Neither of the brothers care for each other, but there is no outright hatred. Shen Jiu undeniably pushed his brother out of the marriage, but he never attempted to outright kill or harm Shen Yuan, he mostly just sabotaged his standing.
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Yue Qingyuan slid an envelope across the table. “I’m requesting a divorce. We can remarry after a year with you as the second Husband so you do not use your place.” he says.
Shen Yuan gives him a cold look. “I accept your divorce and ask to remarry.” The Empress states unflinchingly.
Yue Qingyuan gave him a wounded look, “Would that make A-Yuan happy?” he asked.
Shen Yuan sneered at his soon to be ex-husband and future brother-in-law, “Do you care?” he scoffed, before nodding. “Yes, Emperor Yue. It would make this one happy to remarry.”
Yue Qingyuan flinched and smiled painfully. “Very well, A-Yuan. You have my permission to remarry. I wish you the best.” he says.
Shen Yuan walked away with his head held high, going to the rooms of his soon-to-be Husband. Luo Binghe welcomed him with a smile, taking Shen Yuan into his arms. “A-Yuan? Did it go well?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the crown of Shen Yuan’s head.
Shen Yuan melted into the embrace of his intended, thawing from the cold facade he must wear among others. “Shameless.” he scolds halfheartedly, “The Emperor approved.”
Luo Binghe smiled widely, boyishly charming with his joyful expression. “A-Yuan shall be my Empress, my one and only.” he swears.
Shen Yuan has been promised these things before and been thrown away without a second thought, however…
He can’t help but believe Luo Binghe’s words.
79 aren’t outright malicious, but they do care about their happiness and seek it at the cost of others. Shen Jiu is far more aware and scheming than Rashta, he is intentionally weakening Shen Yuan’s position so Yue Qingyuan can marry him and make him Empress. Shen Jiu is in no way naive, and he is extremely competent. He won’t actually make for a bad Empress because he will claw his way into proficiency and make sure that he is capable.
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Disclaimer: I actually read the Remarried Empress novel and manwha like 2 years ago, so this was based off memory + me altering things for SVSSS. It isn’t a 1:1 au of Remarried Empress, but it is definitely inspired by it.
Everyone does get their own happy ending even if it takes bad blood to get there.
79 and Bingqiu are happy. SY will never be friends with his brother or ex-husband but he doesn’t care about them because he's busy living his own life. Likewise, Yue Qingyuan doesn’t regret divorcing Shen Yuan because he’s now married to the love of his life.
I did consider making this omegaverse or mpreg, however I don’t think that Shen Jiu needs to get pregnant for Yue Qingyuan to choose him over Shen Yuan. He’d choose Shen Jiu just because he asked. There is nothing he wouldn’t deny his Xiao Jiu. He did hold some affection for Shen Yuan and thought he loved him, but really he only loved the parts of him that reminded him of Shen Jiu. They were more like friends than lovers during their marriage and things had mostly cooled by the time they actually wed.
I did consider writing his as a fic, however one of my weakest points when it comes to writing is writing politics. I dislike politics irl and have very little understanding so it makes it hard to write. I wouldn’t actually be able to do this concept justice because I’m not great with writing what it requires. Maybe I’ll come back to it later, but for now here it is.
#svsss#bingqiu#luo binghe#shen yuan#bingyuan#shen qingqiu#shen jiu#yue qingyuan#qijiu#mxtx#mxtx svsss#I’m tired of looking at this au so yall can have it
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Roommate trouble
summary: Your roommate Jesse and his girlfriend Dina fuck..a lot. loudly. When you finally get fed up after being woken up by their nightly “activities”, you go to Dina’s dorm for some peace and quiet only to run into her roommate, Ellie.
warnings: Smut (18+ PLZ), Language, modern!au, college!au, making out, thigh riding, fingering (r rec), oral (r rec), dom!ellie, teasing, sub!reader, not edited well (I can’t think of anything else but lmk if you find something I forgot!)
wc: 2.7k
an: HEY YALL!! It's been a hot minute, sorry about that! The shotgun series is still ongoing but this idea popped into my head and I just had to write it. I tried to activate my asks or whatever but I’m still kinda new to how tumblr works haha. I wanna meet people in the TLOU community and make friends so come say hi!! Anyhoo I hope you guys enjoy, have a great day I love you ♡ - Lottie
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You loved Jesse, you really did. Starting from move-in day, you guys did everything together, knew everything about each other, and he quickly became your absolute best friend. When he first introduced you to Dina, a girl he met during orientation, you were so happy he found someone as sweet and open as she was. She always greeted you with a hug and smile, even going as far as inviting you to hang out with her and Jesse on whatever date they had planned. Eventually, you and Dina also got very close, going on your own little “friend dates” as she called them where you would go to dinner or just watch a movie. You always joked that if she ever got tired of Jesse all she had to do was say the word and you would sweep her off her feet. As much as you loved them though, there was one thing about them that you couldn’t stand. They fucked like rabbits. Literally 24/7. You actually didn’t even know it was medically possible for two people to get it on this much. You come home from a class and boom- they’re in your dorm going at it. Trying to take a nap in your room? Think again, here comes Jesse and Dina tearing off each other's clothes. You tried to be cool about it at first because you didn’t want to seem bitchy, but you were quickly reaching your limit. And tonight was the night you lost it
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You had a long fucking day, filled with back-to-back classes that seemed to last an eternity and mountains of homework that took you hours in the library to complete. Practically as soon as you got to your dorm and your head hit the pillow you passed out, which is probably why you didn't hear Jesse and Dina come home. What you did hear, however, was a weird grating creaking noise that roused you from sleep. Blinking the blurriness from your eyes, you start to come to your surroundings. The creaking started to get louder and as you become more and more awake, you begin to notice soft moans and grunts coming from the direction of the creaking... - NO. FUCKING. WAY.
“You little fuck gremlins, you’re unbelievable!!!” You exclaim, hucking your pillow in their general direction. The sound of a startled grunt and scrambling from Jesse’s bed fills your ears as they try to cover themselves up, and finally, you turn your bedside lamp on to glare at them. Both of them sit on his bed, messily wrapped in blankets with a light pink dusting on their cheeks, chests heaving as they try to catch their breath. At least Dina looks apologetic, Jesse just looks annoyed you interrupted them.
“I’m so sorry, I-” Dina starts apologizing, but you hold up your hand to stop her.
“Jesse, you're like a brother to me and I love you, but I can’t deal with you right now. Like, just give me a heads up when you two are gonna fuck and I’ll leave, this is traumatizing.” Jesse slightly rolls his eyes but nods, and you can tell he does actually feel bad that they woke you. “and Dina, just give me a chance I’d treat you so right, just say the word. You’ve done nothing wrong ever, and I love you.”
Jesse shakes his head, throwing his hands up indignantly “Why do I get scolded like a toddler and Dina gets hit on?!? Where’s the justice?”. You shut him up with a glare, then focus back on Dina.
“Dina, where is your dorm and would your roommate mind me staying there? Y’all can finish what you started but I’m getting tf up outta here.” After getting the building name and room number, you quickly pack a small go bag with essentials, wrap a blanket over your shoulders, and begin to trudge across campus to Dina’s building. About halfway there you think about how crazy you’re going to look to her roommate, a girl you’ve never met before but Dina had mentioned in passing a few times. The only thing you knew about her was that her name was Ellie and she was an astronomy major. Fuck, what were you even going to say when you got there?? Hey! Our roommates were having a fuck fest in my room, mind if we have a sleepover? You spent the rest of the walk overthinking and trying to come up with something to say when you saw her until eventually, you found yourself on their floor. Wandering down the hallway, you finally stumble on a light wooden door that was decorated with colorful bits of paper cut into the shape of mushrooms that held both Dina and Ellie’s names. Keeping in mind the mini script you made of what to say when you were walking over, you take a deep breath and raise your hand to knock on the door.
After a moment of silence, clattering and distant swearing come from the other side of the door before it swings open. Your mouth goes dry, all the words you had rehearsed flying out the window as you take in Ellie for the first time. Her short auburn hair falls messily around her freckled face and as she lifts her hand up to rub the sleep from her eyes, you catch a glimpse of a tattoo on her forearm. Wearing just a white cotton tank top and black boxers, it was clear that she had been sleeping peacefully before your rude awakening. As you continue to check her out, you’re startled when her voice cuts through the quiet of the hallway.
“Dude, I was sleeping. The fuck do you want?” Ellie’s voice is still thick with sleep as her gaze falls on you. Oh shit, she must think you’re so creepy, just some rando waking her up in the middle of the night and then staring at her. You hastily blurt out your name trying to seem like less of a weirdo in front of Dina’s smoking-hot roommate
“Dina and Jesse woke me up with their... sex stuff? And they go at it all the time and I was kinda fed up so I asked Dina if I could sleep in her bed for tonight and she said yes so... now I'm here and-” Your awkward rambling was cut short by Ellie bursting out laughing, doubling over to clutch her stomach.
“No way dude that's fucking heinous! You poor thing get in here.” With that, Ellie grabs your arm and pulls you into the room, her hand finding the small of your back as she guides you in. “Welcome to our humble abode, that's Dina’s side so you can just dump your shit over there, and that's her bed.” She says, gesturing to the left side of the room. Shoving your backpack to the ground, you make your way to Dina’s bed, observing the room as you go. Ellie’s side is filled with drawings and posters, as well as a guitar that leans up against her bed rail. Pictures also litter the walls, some of her and Dina, some of her other friends, and a few of her with an older man you assume is her dad. Suddenly feeling the night catch up to you, a huge yawn leaves your lips and you crawl into Dina’s bed, letting your eyes fall closed.
“It's nice to finally meet you, Dina talks about you all the time. She didn’t tell me you were pretty though”. Your eyes fly open and you can feel your cheeks growing warm at the compliment.
“Dina talks about you too. It's weird we’ve never met before, Dina always said I would like you” You reply, rolling over to face her to see that she was already looking at you.
“Listen any time those two are annoying you, come over here. You’re always welcome” she tells you, a wide smile stretching across her face
“Thanks, Ellie”
“No problem pretty girl”
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“Ellie they’re doing it again!! They were literally eye fucking all over the room so I made my escape before my vision got assaulted. Again.” You yell, bursting into Ellie's room without so much as a knock. On that first night you stayed in Dina’s dorm, the two of you talked for hours, only stopping once daylight began to leak through the curtains on the windows. She talked about her adopted dad, Joel, what she wanted to do with her life, and her love of dinosaurs. With each word, you found yourself more and more enamored with her. You’d never met anyone like Ellie and from that day on you guys were close friends. Well... you don’t know if friends is the way to describe it. Ellie was almost always touching you, from wrapping an arm around your waist when you were walking together to pulling you down onto her lab when there was not enough room on the couch. At parties, she’d keep close to you, warding off creepy men with a snarl and her arm around your shoulders. You’d both shared countless kisses, some light and playful, others deep and passionate. There was something unspoken between the two of you, you saw it in the way she looked at you, the way she was protective over you like no one else in your life has ever been. You’d never labeled what you and Ellie had, too scared that if you talked about it, she’d get so weirded out by you reading too much into it that she would leave.
“I keep telling you babe, set boundaries with them. As much as I love having your gorgeous face here, you gotta tell them when you need the room.”
That was the other thing, the nicknames she gave you. You don’t think Ellie has called you by your name once since the night you met. It's always pretty girl, gorgeous, or your personal favorite, babe. Wandering over to where Ellie sat on the edge of her bed, tuning her guitar, you flop face down next to her. Hearing her place the guitar down with a dramatic sigh, you feel Ellie’s body moving toward where you lay on the bed. Rough hands grasp your waist, rolling you until you’re laying on your back. Ellie kneels over you, one hand stroking the skin of your waist while the other glides up the side of your body to brush your hair out of your eyes.
“I’ll beat the shit out of Jesse, will that help?” She offers, only half joking, earning a small giggle from you as she smiles.
“My hero” You joke, hand rising to cup the side of her face and squeeze the flesh there. “You don’t have to, I just have to stop being a pussy and tell them. Maybe we can make a schedule or something, I don't know.”
“Oo a fucking schedule, how romantic. I’m sure they’ll love that” She teases and you shove her away from you playfully. Before you can fully shove her away, she grips your arm, using the momentum to pull you onto her lap. Her back leans against the wall and she picks you up slightly by your hips so that she can slide her thigh between your legs.
“Shut up I’m trying okay?” You giggle raising your hand to push her once again. This time though, she catches it and laces your fingers together. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to catch your breath from being WWE slammed into a cuddle session and you could have sworn you catch Ellie’s eyes flutter between your own and your chest. Did you wear a low-cut tank top and booty shorts on purpose?... maybe. Was it working? Hell yes.
When Ellie finally looks up from your chest, you raise an eyebrow mockingly at her and her face immediately flushes a dark red. You laugh as she averts her gaze and clears her throat, leaning down to rest your head in the crook of her neck. Her hands migrate to rub your back, moving the fabric of your shirt to rub soothing circles on your soft skin. From her neck you try to sneak a look at her face, only to find that her eyes are already locked on you. With a small smile, you once again bring your hand up to cup her face, this time just caressing the skin there instead of pinching. Ellie removes her hands from your back and uses them to grab the hair at the base of your neck, bringing your head up to face her. After only a brief look from your eyes to your lips, Ellie surges forward and meets your lips in a searing kiss.
She bites down on your lower lip playfully, taking advantage of the small gasp you let out to explore your mouth. Without realizing it, you begin to grind on Ellie’s thigh, desperate for friction. You only register you’re doing it when Ellie brings her hand down to grope your ass, forcing you further down on her thigh and quickening your pace. You break the kiss with a soft moan, getting lost in the pleasure until suddenly you find yourself on your back. Ellie slots her body fully over yours, eyeing you up and down with flush cheeks.
“Fuck, babe you’re so fucking beautiful.” She says, tracing her hand along the waistband of your shorts, toying with the fabric.
“Please Ellie” You whimper, practically writhing under her despite the fact that she's barely done anything yet
“Please what pretty girl? Use your words.”
“Touch me, Ellie, please! I-I need you!” You cry out and with a smug smirk, she slides her fingers under your waistband and between your folds
“It's okay baby shh, I got you. Fuck you’re so wet, is all this for me, gorgeous?” All you can do is nod pitifully as her fingers sink into you, a harsh moan tearing from your lips. Her fingers slide easily in and out, your slick walls clenching around her as her face moves to suck marks onto your neck. The pleasure is too much, clenching your eyes shut all you can focus on is the rough pounding of her fingers within you.
“Fuck, Ellie.. feels so good f-fuck” You incoherently babble as she curls her fingers, hitting your sweet spot and making your vision go dark. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your whole body clenching and shaking around Ellie’s fingers as she praises you.
“That's it pretty, you did so good for me. You’re so fucking hot, babe.” Ellie removes her fingers and immediately puts them in her mouth, sucking off your slick with a contented moan. “Fucking delicious, will you let me taste more baby? Please?”. Not finding yourself able to speak yet, all you can do is nod and Ellie wastes no time. Clambering off the bed, Ellie grabs your thighs and pulls you to the edge, kneeling before you now bare core. Throwing your legs over her shoulders, Ellie dives in, attaching her lips to your swollen clit with a harsh suck. You loudly cry out, hands flying to the back of her head as her tongue begins to rapidly lick and suck all over. You feel your orgasm approaching more quickly than before and you unconsciously begin to grind down on Ellie's face to chase your release. However, your trance is interrupted by a loud shriek
“OH MY GOD! What the fuck guys, what are you doing?!?!” Dina yells from the now open door, shielding her eyes with her hand. You scramble to cover yourself with Ellie's comforter as the woman herself lets out an annoyed groan.
“Is this what it feels like!?! Jesus, it's like walking in on your parents. I’m so sorry, I’ll come back later!” Dina rushes out and slams the door behind her, leaving you and Ellie alone once again. After a moment of silence, Ellie starts to laugh
“Well, at least she knows what it's like now. I doubt they’ll be causing you problems again.” She says between her giggles, grabbing a pair of her boxers to dress you in. You shake off your embarrassment and begin to laugh as well, taking Ellie's hand and tugging her into bed with you. As Ellie wraps you in her arms, you can’t help but think you might have to thank Jesse and Dina for being such sex maniacs.
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not my hair. /jimmy u. +millytober+
yall school has been killing me. i’m in my first semester of my junior year in college, and im so tired everyday. and im working too. i wanna dedicate this to @blacst4r for their RECENT TEXT AU😭😭 it gave me an idea.
than to, @caramelcleopatraa. me and her are both in college and struggling with time rn friends. also, remember to be nice…some of yall anons are fckin bullying people deadass, you need to be popped in your mouth for saying that shit to her <333 ty for being patient with us <3 check out her writing if you haven’t !!! her SMAU’s are my fav 😩
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, no kids pls), p in v, hair pulling, cursing.
parings: jimmy (jon) uso x black!reader
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jimmy’s reaction to you getting your hair done goes a bit overboard…
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as you unlocked the door to your home, you heard the patter of feet. upon opening it, Bowser, the shared Rottweiler, greeted you enthusiastically.
“hi baby. my sweet boy, you like mommy’s hair? we gotta take you to get groomed next, boy,” you cooed at the dog as he nuzzled his nose into your face “where is your daddy?”
“bowser,” jon’s voice boomed causing the dog to stand at attention “food.”
with a snap of his fingers, the dog darted toward the kitchen. a shirtless jon, wearing only grey sweatpants, walked over to you; pulling you close and nuzzling your neck, leaving soft kisses all over.
“fine ass. you look so fuckin’ good. c’mere.” he takes your hand dragging you down the hall towards your bedroom
“wait! jon, hold on!” you giggled, as you drag your feet on the carpet against his hold
“whatchu mean, holon? it wasn’t no holon for you to run yo ass to ulta. get them clothes off.” jon commanded as he reached for your jacket to yank it off, throwing past his shoulder
“ah!” you squeal as he threw you onto the bed. moving into your neck, starting to kiss and suck on it, while his hands reached for any piece of clothing left you had on before snatching it off you. “baby, lemme get the bonnet.”
“fuck the bonnet, tryna see yo sexy ass when you cummin all over me.” he groaned before pulling his shorts down revealing all his long thickness, standing at attention pointing right at you with a curve.
Jon was blessed. But he can go over board sometimes wanting to partake in overstimulation and being so rough…on your hair. He loved to pull it and make your pussy swallow him whole; you shouting to the celling about how good the dick felt with tears pooling in your eyes. It was his favorite thing to do.
“jon, don’t pull it and i’m deadass.” you rasped out pushing against his chest as he leaned over you kissing the side of your face, and throwing ur legs over his arms.
“ight, I promise…shit!” he grunted running his fat leaky tip through your folds, before surging into you bottoming out.
jon wasted no time before starting to pump that girth into you rapidly, splitting your pussy wide over him. you always needed a minute to get used to his thickness, the stinging sensation combusting all over your body for a moment. you felt that thick vein running from his base to his tip, rubbing against ur spot. He let out a grunt as your pussy molded around his dick.
you let out a sharp hiss as he nearly pulled out before bottoming out again, letting the small thick coarse hair tickle your clit.
tonight was different; his dick was aching ever since you sent him them damn selfies. he needed to explode. he could damn near drill through a brick. the sight of your head thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of your head, hands gripping the sheets, toes curled, moans and cried if ecstasy running through his ear, and your hair spiraled over the bed couldn’t have been more pretty.
he’d make it his lock-screen if he could.
he starts creating a pace, fucking into you. your pussy weaping all over his dick made it an easy ride. you whined and bucked your hips up to match his pace, your clit pressing into him—adding more pleasure. his dick working your pussy with fast, smooth, and deep strokes. his pants and your cries bouncing off the walls creating a song.
“mmm! ba—baby!” you stumbled over your words trying to string together a singular sentence
your push your hand against his chest, “nah. wanna run yo ass to ulta, right? i said bring dat ass home. you wanna be hard headed. lay the fuck back…yea, take this dick. that’s my good girl.”
his mind became clouded at the sight of his dick coated in a sheer white, and your pussy wetting up his lap. each pump causing his stomach to tighten. he knew if he kept going he’d be fucking a baby into you.
he quickly pulled out flipping you onto your knees, sliding back in. he slowed his hips into small circular whines; grinding against your ass to drag out your orgasm.
he was beating the pussy up, all from a damn hairstyle. secrets to be kept; before you arrived he nearly broke his phone clutching it in his hand so hard as he wrapped his hand around his thick base and yanked on the red, leaky, tip till he came on the pictures you sent him…now he was just making up for time.
“look at dat, mama,” he sighed pulling against your shoulder to make you look up towards the mirror on the closet door, “pretty ass…so fuckin sexy. you so fuckin pretty, baby. lemme hear you say it.”
“i’m so pretty…” you softly mewled
“hell nawl. whatchu say?”
your eyes were permanently glued to the sight of jon pushing your neck into the bed, the other gripping your hip to pull you towards his irritate thrust, and his lip tucked between his teeth tightly. the only thing flowed out your mouth was your saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, and incoherent babbles.
you were in the perfect position. face down was down, and your pussy hiked up in his lap being fucked thoroughly. jon felt his dick swell from the sight of your curtain bangs messily sticking against your forehead.
you tightened your pussy muscles around his dick everytime he pulled out, your aching pussy twitches at the feeling of his hot cum spraying inside you. you could see white spots in your vision at the feeling of your stomach tightening.
“you gone make me cum too quick, doin’ that kegal shit, girl.” he groaned out cracking his hand on the side of your ass—a move to tell you to stop.
you let out a gasp as his hand moved into your hair tightening, pulling you upwards.
“jon! you pro—ugh! shit!” you screamed out towards the celling
“you wettin this dick up so fuckin’ good, mama. tell me what i’m tryna hear.” he panted—sweat beads formed on his forehead and his chest, as his balls slapped against your clit
“i’m so pretty! i’m so prettyyy—jon im cummingg!” you cried into the air as your pussy twitched before your orgasm squirted over him—the force nearly pushing him out.
the sensation of your pussy jumping around him trigged his own release, his cum jetting out in thick ropes inside your pussy—mixing with your own.
he fell over ontop of you, leaving wet kisses in the crook of your neck. his hand reaching between your legs to rub small circles on your clit to drag out the effects.
“you’re a fuckin’ liar, jon.” you panted holding yourself up on your wobbly arms
“text me her booking site or sum…i’ll pay for another appointment. can’t promise that shit ain’t gone make me fuck you tho.”
this guy…
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Rollin’ To Love, Onyankapon.
synopsis: you and your friends scheduled a girls night at cascade for valentines & love seemed to roll your way.
content: romance, fluff, hard to get reader, & barely suggestive themes.
ny’s notes: so while taking a short break to reflect & improve my writing i came up with this new au inspired by @kaegetsmewetter. i advise listening to the songs i linked during their little moment to really immerse yourselves & hope you enjoy! happy love day babies! 🏹🩷
“I-I’m going to fall!”
You didn’t think your valentine’s would be going this way but it was debatable that it was better than how you’d normally spend it. This same recycled day had been the same for as long as you could remember. Just you alone in your room eating ice cream and watching your favorite movie— love jones. The few romances you had never made it past this societies ‘talking stage’ or either ended up as one of those emotionally draining situationships. It was as if love and romance never truly worked for you and only brought trouble.
Slowly you’d come to accept it, until there was a ring of your doorbell. Opening the door to your friends holding balloons, roses and some valentines cookies, “HAPPY VALENTINES BOO!” brushing past you and welcoming themselves into your home. The sight putting a smile on your face, it’d been so long that someone had done something so special for you beside your parents. “Awe y’all really didn’t have to do this..” engulfing them into a group hug and holding them tight, grateful for such attentive friends.
“Girl you deserve to feel loved on this special day too! That’s why we decided to spend the night with you.” kyndall reassured, popping one of the pink candies in her mouth.
“So go get dressed loser, we’re going to cascade!” Dallas giggled, pushing you towards your room. Whirling around in her hold with a questioning brow. “Really cascade..?”
“What.? I’m tired of the club scene and we could use some good fun like when we were teens!” Dallas shrugged, with that soft glint of excitement in her eyes. “C’mon it’ll be fun..” kyndall coaxed, fluttering those volume lashes until you gave in. surrendering your hands in the air and walking towards your room.
“Okay, okay! No promises i’m getting in that rink tho!”
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“Oh my god, i’m never letting yall convince me into coming here againn!” you whined, gripping onto your bestfriend’s jacket for dear life. Legs wobbling from the rolling skates gliding across the smooth floor not seeking to stop anytime soon, especially not with the crowd of people blocking your way to get to that safety wall you could hold onto.
Saturdays were still apparently the hottest for cascade, everyone seeking for fun outlet for the night. The flashing multicolored lights dancing around the walls and floors, as you and your friends entered. A upbeat set of early 2000’s song blasting over the speakers, as you waited in line to secure a pair of skates. “girl, girl girl. the niggas is out, look!” her constant tapping in of your arm made you finally look up. the group of skaters in particular that caught kyndall’s eye, vibing along to ray j’s ‘sex can i’ with their routines. the front two standing out from the rest, one with a colored buzz cut and street wear fashion. The other a fine chocolate man with a white fitted polo tee that hugged his slim-muscular build, and head full of soft deep waves. Beautiful smile still white and flashing even beneath the hues that illuminated the floor.
“Yeah, we got to get to that floor. Now.” kyndall swooned, grabbing her skates and footing towards the nearest bench to get them on.
“Damn bitch. wait for us!” Dallas laughed, the two of you following behind your eager friend.
Leading you right to this moment, settled into an uneasy stance and terrified of the little control you had over your legs right now. Skates clunking against one another as you tried your best to glide smoothly across the floor. “you got it, glide one foot after the other..” Dallas instructed, but it just seemed as if your uncoordinated body just couldn’t get with it. Wobbling above the laminated floor. Hands wrapped tightly around hers as a effort to keep yourself steady and upright, praying that you wouldn’t eat up the floor.
“Okay, m’gonna let go.” Dallas nodded, eyes on yours as she slowly released your hand. “Don’t overthink it boo.” Your body wobbling a little before it steadied as you continued to roll slowly. “I-I think i got it..” you breathed out, hand cautiously out in front of you.
“Think you’ll be good while i take a few quick laps?” She questioned and you nodded, waving her off trying to concentrate on keeping yourself steady. Counting your steps to yourself as you try not to fall on your ass in front of the big ass crowd of people. Smiling to yourself at the slightest improvement and increase in speed until another skater brushed past you, bumping into your side with a scoff. “Girl move your non-skating ass out the rink, tryna be seen n’ shit..”
Tripping over your skates and stumbling forward when suddenly a quick hand caught your arm. One strong hand resting on your waist and steadying your body before your feet could’ve swept up off the ground. “woah, you good ma?” A shaky breath left your lips as you brush your crimped hair from out of your face, “Yea, i-i’m just gonna—” refusing to look up, rolling away with a face full of embarrassment. Strong hand still holding onto your arm until you sat firmly along the bench. “Don’t trip, it’s a lot of people showing out for the crowd.”
“Slow sets the best to roll to.”
If it was even possible you became more embarrassed once your eyes met the person talking to you, The man being one of the smooth skaters that led one of the groups from earlier. Now that he was up close you could take him in fully, from his perfectly sculpted jawline to his tattoo covered arms. Those pearly white canines covered with custom open faced grills on display as he expressed his love for slow sets. barely even realizing you’d been staring awkwardly as you looked him over, but he paid it no mind just properly introducing himself to you. “Shit my bad I’m onyankapon, most just call me ony tho.”
“y/n.” briefly introducing yourself, “i can’t see how y’all do all this without falling on your ass..” you huffed, frustrated from the short time you spent out in the rink.
Ony laughed at your cute little pout, taking a seat next to you. He couldn’t lie you caught his eyes from the moment he saw you. Pretty skin glowing beneath the illuminated lights as you cautiously rolled within the crowd of people, lip tucked behind your pretty teeth with focus in your eyes. “Been doing this since grade school, plenty of practice.”
“but you just feel and move with the beat” he further explained, pointing out the many people that demonstrated his words. “Don’t think just let your body do all the work and it’ll come to you..”
The dj mixed into a slow set, the lights dimming into soft romantic hues as the ‘unthinkable’ remix by alicia keys and drake began blasting through the speakers. Mood quickly setting in as the skaters eased into the tempo, dj extending the intro as he shares his quick sentiment over the mic. “This for all my single people that hadn’t quite found that one, or even haven’t found the right words to say your ready for more. but ima help you get to ‘em tonight!”
Unbeknownst it was a song the both of you found yourselves listening to quite often these days. Not knowing when that right person would come into your life and changing that lonely destiny you found yourself believing more and more. Mindlessly swaying to the beat, ony gave you a quick glance before standing with his hand held out for you. Your eyes widening in panic when he suddenly ask you to skate with him but he wouldn’t take no for an answer, not when this had been that meant to be feeling this exact song had spoken of. Not waiting for him to finally get his one on one time with you eventually while he was in his element, and if he had to take the lead then he’d do exactly that.
“oh, no, no, no.” reaching back for a seat that was no longer in your grasp, ony shooting that same charming smile that caught your sights earlier as he pulled you onto the floor against your will. “i got you pretty, you trust me..?”
A small look of uncertainty occupying your face as you look over the crowd of skaters that vanished as you look back into his sincere eyes, giving in and uneasily skating forward to get closer to his towering form. Ony met you halfway and suavely spun your body into his, arms snaking around your waist as you took a slow unsteady breath as his hands rest just above your inner thighs. Heart thumping wildly in your chest as your body grows warm from those minuscule touches. Mind filled with nothing but him in that moment, that intoxicating jimmy choo cologne took over your senses as his protective arms tightened around you. Body turning to putty as you practically melting into his arms, nothing but a soft whisper leaving your lips.
“ony..”
“just focus on me…” warm breath fanning against your skin as his lip brushed the shell of your ear, keeping you pressed flush against him. Helping guide your movement to the slow rhythmic beat of the song, your small soft hands resting atop of his comfortably. Body submissively relaxing into his as you following his lead, swaying in sync as the two of you lose yourselves in a sensual stroll “there you go, feel the beat.” tapping softly to the beat against your thigh.
Maintaining a steady speed as if there were no one else in the building but the two of you. Strolling together for the rest of the night until the dj came to a satisfied close, happy with the outcome his slow sensual set had for the day of love. The two of you walking out the building together as the muffled music leaking through the doors. “Thank you for tonight.” you smiled, nervously pushing a loose crimp behind your ear. “Your a really good instructor.”
“Well I had a good partner.” he chuckled, that charm of his now in full swing “If you ever wanted to learn some more moves, I could give you my number..”
“Maybe even make into a little weekly date.”
“Maybe..” you hummed, looking him over as you backed away towards your friends. “same day and time next week?”
“bet, I never got your number tho.” reaching for his phone, as you giggled in the distance. Testing his patience on how much time and effort he’d really put into getting to know you, Opening the passenger door with a small smirk. “I know, see you next week ony..”
Leaving ony nothing but the memory of you and a mental note to be here waiting for you the next week.
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Prospects | teaser |
Tired of life and all it had to bring for you, things take a turn when you find out two of your friends start to take a liking to you. With newfound emotions and a whole lot of drama, what happens when they start competing for your love?
Pairings: JJK x fem! reader [x KNJ]
Genre: college au, love triangle, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, eventual smut.
Tags: rich! jjk, law student! jjk, dark hair! jjk, sweet! jjk, jealous! jjk, needy! jjk, obsessed! jjk, but also dom! jjk, slightly toxic! jjk, english major! knj, boy bsf! knj, co-worker! knj, husband material! knj, brown hair! knj, sweet! knj, jealous! knj, sad knj:(, everything’s so complicated and everyone’s in denial, jk's love language is physical touch and acts of service, jk has mommy issues so he's too attached to oc, joonie is so sweet i feel bad for him, gguk will try everything in his power to make oc his, ggukkie lowkey hates joonie lol, my characters are flawed don’t expect them to be perfect.
Warnings: jealousy.
⋆ †₊ Series Masterlist
Minors do not interact.
“So, what are we having today, Mr. Jeon? Will you get me a cookie again?” you teased, looking up at him from behind the counter with those captivating eyes Jeongguk couldn’t get enough of lately.
He smiled sheepishly. “You know you owe me eight bucks, right?”
You gasped. “Hello? You literally beg me to take your cookies!” Pointing a finger at him, you both laughed. Just as he was about to defend himself, a stern voice interrupted.
“Y/n, I can take over if you’d like. Go on your break now.” Your shift manager, Namjoon, appeared beside you, pushing you aside with his hip in a friendly manner, trying to lighten his previous tone. After apologizing to Jeongguk and saying it was your duty to follow your manager’s orders, you left.
Jeongguk was immediately irritated. This wasn’t the first time Namjoon had come between you two, always trying to distract you and take you away from him whenever he had the chance. It was obvious that the man you called your best friend didn’t plan on staying friends forever, and the only one who couldn’t see it was you. The funny part? Jeongguk didn’t know why that bothered him most.
Both men, irritated by each other’s presence, exchanged heavy, intense gazes. Namjoon spoke first. “Your order?”
Jeongguk leaned over the counter, gripping the edges so hard his knuckles turned white. “Pull this move one more time, and I’ll get you fired,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Mr. Jeon,” Namjoon mimicked, “I’m just trying to take your order.”
Jeongguk fumed. “Cut the act, Namjoon. You know you hate that she likes me, even after you’ve tried to throw dirt on me just to get a chance,” Jeongguk stepped back. “Which, by the way, is nonexistent.”
And just like that, Jeongguk broke the moment and walked out of the café.
Author: what do we think what do we thinkkk, yall liked it yall hated it lmkk. if any of you are interested in joining the taglist for these series also lmk!!
This is a work of fiction. The scenes, characters and events depicted are purely fictional and not intended to represent real-life procedures or individuals. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Do not use this story as your own.
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PLEASE!! do a leo or even jason x daughter of iris or even nike! smau! i beg of you ‼️‼️🙏🏽🧍🏽♂️
⋆.˚𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 .ᐟ
masterlist | home | rules
contains: jason x daughter of nike!reader (kinda) smau
warnings: use of yn, mortal au (but reader acts like a daughter of nike), and probs language
author's note: i had a vision okay?
special mentions: lowk kinda inspired by @gentlehue's jj & smartiepants series (check that out)
now playing 𓏧 feels like (gracie abrams)
ynthewinner hard at work 🫡
reyrey you look like you've done nothing (and i have proof)
ynthewinner NO DO NOT KICK ME OFF THE TEAM IM JUST TIRED IN THESE PICTURES 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
reyrey 😒😒
ynthewinner i'll make jason bake you brownies
reyrey deal 🤝
trophyhusband HEY I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS
trophyhusband you look so nice in the first picture 😍
bejeweled shamelessly simping in the comments smh
ynthewinner oh shut up hazel LOVE YOU JASE 😘😘
nemo 🤮
ynthewinner you're not even on the team
nemo i'm here for my boyfriend and my boyfriend alone 😐
ynthewinner HES MY BOYFRIEND
nemo no one asked 🙄
ynthewinner i'm calling annabeth
sparklybitch excuse who took that first picture? 😇
ynthewinner you did
redheadedartfreak you guys did good 😌
ynthewinner yesss (when are you coming back? we miss you 😢 )
redheadedartfreak ofc we did (in two days miss you more 🥰🥰)
trophyhusband semi-finals are right around the corner
tagged: @ynthewinner
frankenstein you're not even in any of these pictures
trophyhusband so?
ynthewinner aww ily 🥰
trophyhusband i love you more ❤️
beth actually its very stressful. its not something to joke about ☝️🤓
sparklybitch you look really crusty jason
trophyhusband I'M NOT EVEN IN THE PICTURES????
sparklybitch well yn doesn't deserve someone crusty like you
festussbestie @ynthewinner
trophyhusband fuck you leo
ynthewinner piper you can't try and break me and jason up by bullying him
sparklybitch but i can becuz then he'll have no self esteem so he thinks that he doesn't deserve you so he breaks up with you
festussbestie 🍿🫢 that's some regina george typa shit
sparklybitch i'll take that as a compliment
ynthewinner celebration dinner!
tagged: @/trophyhusband
booimscary one of many
sparklybitch nico! who let you have your phone? 😡
sonny he’s gonna jump you btw
trophyhusband why did you put that middle photo in it? 😣
ynthewinner so everyone knows you’re a pig (just kidding love u 😚😚)
trophyhusband the food was good okay?? (love you too princess ❤️)
beth what about us? do we not exist anymore? 😔
ynthewinner bitch what you’re literally in the last pic????
beth ooh sorry mb mb
beth in your car the radio up!
tagged: @ynthewinner @/rey @/sparklybitch @/bejeweled @redheadedartfreak
ynthewinner in your car, the radio up!
sparklybitch we keep trying to talk about us
redheadedartfreak i’m someone you maybe might love
bejeweled i’ll be your quiet afternoon crush
rey i’ll be your violent overnight rush
beth make you crazy over my touch
festussbestie BUT ITS JUST A SUPERCUT OF US 🤩🤩
ynthewinner 🤨🤨🤨
trophyhusband sweating my ass off. this is nerve wracking (you guys got this!!!)
nemo you have no ass to sweat off 🤨
trophyhusband stfu
festussbestie shouldn’t yall be watching your girlfriends play instead of being on your mfing phones? 😒😒
rey yeah i agree
trophyhusband they’re not on yet
rey pay attention
trophyhusband yes ma’am 🫡
ynthewinner WE WON 🦅🦅🦅 (someone also decided to finally make a move)
tagged: @beth @/rey @/sparklybitch @/bejeweled @redheadedartfreak
frankenstein don’t bring me and hazel into this ☹️
ynthewinner shut up yall are cute together 🥰
rey good job girls!
ynthewinner smth is very wrong here…
beth ik reyna congratulating us??? unheard of 🤨🤨
nemo wow you did it
ynthewinner you knew we’d win stfu
trophyhusband a daughter of nike for real 😚😚
ynthewinner i’m wearing adidas???
trophyhusband yk what? nvm
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Her little cubs
Character: Cersei Lannister (GOT)
Reader: gender neutral, omega, afab
Warnings/notes: pregnancy, omegaverse au.
Part one is here.
The feeling of soft kisses being placed on your bump woke you up, a soft smile pulling onto your lips at the soft sight. Your wife rubbing and kissing your 9 month bump talking softly to the little cub inside your belly.
“I’m so exited to meet you my little lion cub,” she kisses your bump nuzzling her nose against it “and so is your mom, but you gotta be still and good for them okay? No kicking them too much okay my precious cub?”
You smile reaching to run your hand through her hair, causing her to smile up at you. “Good morning baby” she grins up at you moving up gently being careful of your bump as she does.
Laying next to you, she pulls you into her. Her stomach resting against your bump as she rubs the side of it gently. Kissing you softly.
“Its almost time to meet our little cub” she whispers against you kissing you softly unable to hide her excitement.
You chuckle and say if only they’d come sooner wincing as the babe kicks your ribs hard. Your wife coos kissing your head and holding you close.
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After hours of labour your son was finally here, tufts of golden hair on his beautiful head. You smile sleepily as Cersei cradles him as if he’s the most precious and fragile thing in the world.
“Perfect,” she whispers eyes full of tears. “He’s perfect” she coos. Looking at you and yalls son with the utmost adoration and pride
“I’m so proud of you my love” she kisses your head, “rest my love, I’ll stay with you both” she whispers. Eyes soft as your son starts to fall asleep.
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“[FIRST NAME] EDDARD LANNISTER! YOU GET HERE RIGHT NOW”
you cant help laugh at the sound of your wife yelling after your son. Your amusement grows when your naked 2 year old son comes running round the corner a tired looking Cersei holding his clothes.
You smile at her as you finish feeding your daughter Joanna, passing her to Cersei and recovering your chest before grabbing the giggling toddler. “Now little lion, do you think you can be the best boy and get change for me and mommy?” Your ask tickling his sides slightly.
“YES MOMMY!” He practically roars causing you to laugh at him, your daughter falling into a laughing fit at her brother too.
Now fully dressed your son wriggles in your hold, you release him watching him run around the terrace after a butterfly. His personal guard having a mini heart attack chasing after him.
Too occupied watching your son, you fail to see the way your wife’s face is full of happiness and adoration. She stares at you and your son your daughter asleep in her arms and she swears shes never been happier. Oh how she loves her little family.
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Cheeky Peek...👀
a/n: this is a sneak peak of that kinky smut i told yall about forever ago tehehe....i'm about halfway through with editing it! so i figured i'd let you see what will hopefully be up tonight! Harry is famous, but it's still kind of AU-ish? his fame is a feature but it's only briefly mentioned. ya know? let me know what ya think so far! :)
You were bored, and beyond ready to go home. You hated award season, selfishly. You knew what it meant for Harry, and you were always so proud of him, and his accomplishments. But dammit did you hate all that came along with it. The dressing up, and the cameras, not to mention the interviews. You’d only ever get a question or two thrown at you,but regardless, you were not built for it.
Harry though, he was a born natural. He didn’t love the attention all of the time, but you knew him well enough to know that he did get a bit of a kick out of the attention. And he knew how to handle it far better than you ever could. It made you feel all the more guilty when, all you wanted to do was stay home, and cook a nice meal together and watch your shows. But you were nothing if not supportive, always taking one for the team, even if the team was just Harry. “It’s just a few hours,” you’d tell yourself.“Just a few hours and then I can have him all to myself the rest of the night.” And that’s what you told yourself, and that's how you ended up here, at some after party, in a dress, vacuum sealed to your body in heels that feel like stilts, and a little too tipsy from the free-flowing champagne.
Harry had just gotten off the small stage,giving a speech about…something. And while you were so proud of him, and how he commanded a room, you hadn’t heard a word he said. You were too busy gawking at your charming, devilishly handsome boyfriend.
Harry works his way through the crowd, eyes locked on you and a dimples popped as he tries his best to make it to your side. He’s stopped a few times, gives some pleasentrises before he’s by your side again, kissing your temple.
“You, alright?” he askes. You nod with a hum, looking up at him over your champaign flute.
“Why are you looking at me like that,” Harry smirks, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you in. Harry knows the look, its a look you only ever give him when your in one of your moods. And it usually proceeds you sucking the soul out of him.
“Like what?” you ask, earnestly.
“Right,” He chuckles, eyes looking down at your lip tucked between your teeth.
“What? I’m not looking at you like anything!” You defend, leaning up to kiss his cheek. And then it dawns on him.
You don’t even realize just how you’d been looking at him. All pout, and doe eyes, begging to be fucked and taken care of like you deserve.
“Nothing, honey.” He places a hand on your cheek smirking before leaning and kissing your forehead “Let’s head out, hm? You look tired.”
“I’m fine! We can stay.” you lie, grateful that he’s suggested you head out early.
“Baby,” he says with a smile, but his tone is the one that makes your legs feel like Jell-O, “We’re going home. I did my obligation. I’ll go get the car. You meet me out front, after you’ve said your goodbye to everyone alright?” He askes, but it’s more like a demand.
You nod with a smile, finishing off your drink. He kisses the top of your head, and you watch him make his exit.
****
“You sounded great up there, Har.” You smile reaching for his hand resting on the shift. He laces your fingers togetyoukissigg by the back of your hand.
“Thanks, Baby Love.” he says with a gentle smile. He pulls up to a red light, looking over at you. “You looked gorgeous tonight baby.”
“You’ve said that already.” you giggle, feeling your cheeks warm up. You lean your head back against the head rest, nibbling at your bottom lip, “A few times actually.”
“And I meant it every time I said it. And I mean it now.” he smirks.
“You look good too.” you smirk.You reache your hand up to his hair at the name of his neck, playing with the curls there. “Your hair looks nice like this. It’s very 90’s Leo.” You giggle and he smirks.
“Yeah? ‘S that a good thing?”
“Mmhmm,” you nod, “and I like this.” You say reaching over tugging on the shirt he’s wearing. It’s a black semi sheer top, with some lace detail. It’s simple, but paired with the jewlry and the the fact that you can see his tattoos peaking through…you were more than pleased with tonights outfit.
“I thought you might.” He turns his head to kiss your palm that’s made it to his cheek, giving it two spongy kisses.
The light turns and his attention is back on the road, so you watch the side of his face instead. Watching as his dimple pokes out when he smiles. “It was written all over your face.” He chuckles after a few moments.
“What was?” You ask brows furrowed
“Those filthy thoughts of yours.” You don’t say a word, just clear your throat, nibbling on your bottom lip and turning your head looking forward. Harry looks over, eyes boring into the side of your face with a smirk. “Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me what filthy thoughts were going on in that pretty head of yours. Hmm?”
“Noth-” you start.
“Don’t lie to me, you know what happens when you do.” You swallow thickly looking over at him. For the second time tonight he’s used that tone. That dominant tone that only ever comes out when you ///play/// together. And it’s got you feeling all out of sorts. You squeeze your thighs togetyoutrying to sooth the ache thats sprung up between your thighs. “Tell me.” He presses once more.
“Just….thinking about playing with your hair….while you’re between my legs.” you whisper nervously.
You’d been with Harry for a while now. And you were never one to be shy about discussing intimacy. But when he put on that voice, and with his hand heavy on your thigh, it always seemed to make you bashful.
“And?” he prompts. Harry knows there's more, there’s always more with you. “My little minx” Harry always joked.
Really he just wanted to work you up. Get you as frustrated, and hot and bothered as he could, because he had plans for tonight. Harry was finally going to reward you for being such a good girl, for him. Not just tonight and stomaching yet another event, but for all of awards season. You’ve always hated the cameras and parties. You’ve hated sharing him with the world. Selfish yes, but he felt the same about you. He couldn’t fathom how you felt every year around this time when he had to be ‘Harry Styles’ and not just your Harry, being ‘on’ all the time and away from you. But, you’ve been ///so/// good, and he knows he hasn’t been as attentive as he should be these last few months, so he was finally going to give you all the attention he’s deprived from you lately. All the attention you’ve been too shy, or scared to ask for.
“Your rings.” you finally blurt out.
“What about them?”
“I was thinking….” you pause trying to figure out the least crude way to phrase it,“About feeling them on my ass. I like when you spank me with them, and I like feeling them when…when you finger me too. Its nice.”
“You want me spank you baby?”Harry asks cautiously, you nod your head slowly. “Why?” he asks brows furrowed, with only a bit of concern “Did you do something to earn you a spanking?”
You and Harry were no stangers to spanking, or playing rough. But they were usally only reserved for your punishments, or ‘funishments’ as you so dubbed them, as you quite liked the feeling of Harry’s hands on you.
“Maybe.” you purred.
Now he’s intrigued. This was about teasing you before you got home. But now? This was about playing the game. His favorite game, yours too. He snaps his head over to you as you approached another red light.
“Maybe?” he quips, “You either broke a rule, or you didn’t baby? Which is it?”
You take a moment, trying to figure out which way to play it, which way would get you what you wanted most. You could continue to play coy, could lie, or you could be honest.
You chose the later.
“I did.” you coo, biting your bottom lip.
“Hmm,” He hums, leaning over the concoul to get a better look at you. Your eyes were a bit glassy already, a look you only really ever got when you the two of you played. When you were feeling submissive. “And what rule would that be?”
You look down at his hand that found its way from your thigh to become tangled with yours, twirling the ‘H’ and ‘S’ rings on his fingers. “No panties.” You mumbled.
He heard you, but he really enjoyed making you repeat things, especially if he knew that you were a little embarrassed. “Louder baby. And look at me.” he demands softly.
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
“No?” He mocks. You shake your head as the light turns green. Harry smirks at you, before, slowly pressing the accelerator, eyes back to the road.
“Why would you do that baby? Go to such an important event, a room full of people with no panties on?” he asks. He knows why, or at least he suspects. But he wants to hear you say it. Likes to tease you, yes, maybe humiliate you a little for being his perfect little slut.
“I was thinking about the last time. Last week and how we…snuck away.”
He smirks looking over at you, with lust filled eyes he lifts your hand to his lips and kisses the back of your hand again. He rembers it fondly, as one of the best quickes you’ve had. Definetly the riskiest you’ve ever been, and he’s not stopped thinking about it since. And apparently neither have you.
“You didn’t wear any panties so it would be easier for me to fuck you in the bathroom again? Is that it?” he probed.
“Yes,” you squeak.
Harry rolls to a stop, at yet another red light. Cursing the fact that it seems they’ve not made a single one on your ride back. He looks over at you, dimples out, eyes dark with lust.
“You like being a slut in public baby?” You nod. Chewing on your bottom lip. He reaches up, and pulling it from you teeth, running his thumb over it. “Why didn’t you ask, hmm? You know how to ask for what you want?” you shrug your shoulders, squeezing your thighs tighter together. Harry takes notice and presses further, “Instead you were looking at me like a cock drunk whore.” he tisks, “In front of all those people. If I saw it, you know everyone else did too. Don’t you,sweetheart?”
“I didn’t - I don’t know.” You pouts
“It’s okay baby.” he chuckles, “I’ll take care of you when we get home okay. We’re almost there.
“Yes Sir.” you say, with a dopy grin. The honorific just slipped out, before you realized. You may have been slightly embarrassed if it werent for the promise of what’s to come later tonight.
“Good girl.” He praises, leaning over the consol. He kisses you once, twice, and then a third time before you hear honking behind you.
Harry pulls away from your kiss, seeing the lights turned. There’s another impatient honk before Harry pulls off muttering an “asshole” under his breath, looking in the rear view mirror. You look out your window. Trying to keep yourself from squirming too much as Harry’s hand rested on your thigh, lightly massaging it.
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Kinktober Day 12: Coulrophilia + DDLG
Joker!Ghoul-ish!Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Harley Quinn!Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut, dark!cooper & dark!reader, tame ddlg, coulrophilia (attraction to clowns), Freaky crazy clowns, toxic af relationship, age gap, yandere x yandere, 60s Gotham-like AU, Reader was Cooper’s TV Daughter, Cooper has a joker-like backstory, joker and harley references. Reader has Harley Quinn-like backstory, violence, blood kink, fingering, squirting, kissing, lots of pet names (sugar, princess, sweetheart, etc.), they are very bad people, curvy/short!reader
Summary: You are the partner in crime of a dangerous man known as “The Ghoul”; a half-monstrous, half-human clown prince of crime. He also happens to be your “Daddy” too.
A/N: I’m keeping up with the ghoul-ish theme for Cooper for kinktober to go with idea I have of him where he kinda looks like dabi from bnha where like he’s half-radiation burned and other half- human. Hope yall see the vision cause I’ve thought about how cool that would be for a while.
Cooper was once a good man. A simple family man. In fact, he was on the screens of every family in America—regarded as one of the greatest movie stars of all time.
But then…he had a bad day and all it takes is one bad day to bring the most sanest man alive to the brink of insanity. Just one fateful decision that would eventually lead to one long comically bad day.
Picture this: Cooper is at the point in which he’s tired of being lied to and kept in the dark from his wife’s work with Vault-Tec. Unable to keep away, He sneaks into the private and heavily secured facility, gathering damning intel along with the sinister truth. In a slip-up during a security round of a particular unit, Cooper found himself trapped in and ended up falling into a vat of chems that injured him beyond recognition.
He was sure to die. He thought he would. But when he woke up in the hospital not only did this confirm otherwise but it also confirmed that he’d been caught. And from there a series of losses began in just the spiral of a day. His wife was leaving him, taking their only daughter, his last credited role was from a now canceled TV series; and he’d even lost his dazzling looks.
He was now a ghost of himself. A ghoul. Parts of his human form were overshadowed by the singed flesh that encased large parts of him. Like a Frankenstein’s monster of sorts.
He’d tried being a good man. A simple family man. But look where that path has led him. This world wasn’t built for men like him. And so he gave in to the dark parts of himself.
It’s funny how the world knows just who to send into your life to completely flip it upside down because you thought you’d never see Cooper again. In a way, you could say that you were right. Because sitting right across from you—that isn’t the wholesome TV Dad you’ve had the pleasure to work with…oh no, he is ‘The Ghoul’.
There he is before you; red stained lips painted into a wicked smile, green-dyed hair slicked back in a suave style, smoking a cigar and looking like the mafia boss that he is despite wearing the all white clothing associated with the asylum. The bottom half of his face from his bottom lip and jaw down to neck and shoulders are web-like flesh stapled together like he’d been built up like a puzzle. Somehow, he’s still so very handsome.
“Look ‘atcha,” He smirks, ogling you up and down. “My, my…you’ve grown. Even got yourself that psychology degree you’ve been tellin’ me you wan’ed to go back to school for. Proud of ya, kid.”
“Thank you, Mr. Howard,” You say before adjusting your glasses and leaning forward. “I was rather intrigued when I heard that I’d get to meet the new you. Colleagues told me it’d be a bad idea taking you as my patient considering how much I’ve once looked up to you.“
He chuckles. “Ya know, the universe can be quite the prankster. You remember that lil’ joke I made about bein’ a patient of yours someday…” The chains from the metal cuffs around his wrists rattle when gestures to himself. “I reckon I shoulda specify what kind of patient I’d be.“
“It’s a shame we have to meet under these circumstances. But I’m glad we’ve crossed paths.” You say.
“Oh?” He asks, leaning in as well. “Why’s that, sugar?”
“Because I want to help you.” You simply say.
“I already know I’m fuckin’ crazy, sweetheart. I don’t need a shrink to talk my ear off ‘bout it.”
“No, Mr. Ghoul, I want to help you…burn Vault-Tec to the fucking ground,” You clarify. “And when there’s nothing left, I want to dance on its ashes. I want to reveal the evil truth to the people and start a fucking revolution. I want chaos. Anarchy. And I want…I want to be with you.”
You slip your fingers into one of your thigh-high stockings and pull out a key you retrieved from an unsuspecting prison guard. Cooper watches on as you remove his cuffs with a pleased yet astonished expression. You tenderly rub the indented marks on his wrist. “I’ve always loved you. Even before we’d ever met—I was your biggest fan.”
He stands with an aura of intimidation and raw assertion, an intense gaze in his eyes as he saunters closer to you. You quickly rise to your feet, anticipating his embrace.
Cooper’s large hands shoot up around your neck, squeezing. Not hard enough to cut off any air circulation but just enough to drag your body against his.
He plants a messy kiss onto your lips. There’s teeth nipping at the soft, plush of your lips and his thick tongue lick the surface and the inside of your mouth. It’s so sloppy and purposefully so and you don’t care how freaky it is.
You are sure by now that his white face paint and the crimson shade of his lips have now transferred to your lips. Or could it be blood from the little nick he’d given you on your lips. You aren’t sure but it only added on to your arousal.
He pulls away, blood staining lips and just beneath his nose. “Well, I’m sure glad you chose to come home to daddy because if you weren’t by my side—why I’d just have to kill ya,” He laughs, removing a hand from your neck to cradle the back of your head. “Thatta girl. Now let’s get outta this shithole.”
“I know a secret exit we can—”
“Sorry, sugar, but I’d rather leave with a bang,” He winks suggestively, taking you by the arms to face you away from him and bend you over the table; the side of your face is pressed against the cold metal. You feel his erection weighing hot and heavy against your ass as he lays himself over you for a moment, lips against your ears to growl a command. “Don’t hold back yer screams for me, princess. Let ‘em all hear what I’m doin’ to ya.”
Just as you feel your lace panties being pulled to the side, four guards come barging into the room and shout for his compliance.
“Get the fuck off of her.” One guard shouts, laying a heavy hand on the Ghoul’s shoulder. Ghoul’s military training comes into play as he uses the very key that set him free to repeatedly jab into the accessible and vulnerable armpit of the guard.
He cries out in pain nursing the wound that now bleeds profusely and too distracted by this he fails to protect his gun, allowing Cooper to lift it from his belt and shoot into the shoulder of another guard who’d drawn his gun at him. In a shocking twist, you witness one prison guard turn on his last fellow guard, shooting him right in the knees.
“What about the girl?” The traitor prison guard questions, pointing a weapon against your head as you remain trembling against the table. You’ve never seen anything like this!
The ghoul steals a handkerchief from a prison guard who’d been struggling to reach his radio strewn across the room. Cooper nonchalantly wipes away the excess blood on his hands before picking up his cuban cigar from the ashtray. You awaited in nervous anticipation as he decided to take a draw from it instead of answering him, bellowing out the smoke in your direction and clouding your view of him for a few seconds.
His hard gaze begins to soften, charming you with his famous smile. “She’s just dandy to me.”
He holds a hand out to you and you squeal with glee, standing up on wobbly knees to jump into his arms.
“Come on, sugar. We’ve got some catchin’ up to do,” He holds you tight against him before indiscreetly whispering to his minion. “Finish the job, will ya? But do it only after we leave the room. Wouldn’t want to traumatize my princess ‘less it’s done by my hand.”
“You got it, boss.” The minion says. And withthat the Ghoul carries you over the threshold of what was once your own prison in a metaphorical sense.
The Ghoul makes do with his promise and causes a huge debacle within the asylum. By the time you’d both leave the building, it was like a circus. There were patients everywhere running amuck with doctors and nurses failing to control them, alarms going off, and you think there might have even been a fire started. It was perfect.
Outside a limo awaits the two of you, it looks like he’d been planning his escape all along. Whether that included you, you didn’t care. He may not be the same Cooper you fell for, the one whom you once saw as a father figure—Hell, he’s batshit fucking insane but somehow it makes your heart beat a mile a minute and the attraction only triples but his new appearance.
You pull him for yet another kiss, flames in the background are like fireworks. You could get lost in it if it weren’t for the damn police and fire truck sirens going off.
“Looks like that’s our cue to scram.” He opens the door for you which is interesting that he can still be so chivalrous. You smile just like the princess he names you to be and you enter and never look back.
Now you are a part of that darkness, feeding each other’s wickedness. The two of you have shed your clothes and in turn shed those identities. No longer did he don the all white clothing of an asylum patient. When he looks into the mirror —past the charred half of his flesh- he sees that of a crime-lord with weapons hung close to his body as if it were an accessory to his pin-striped suits. And you’d shed your past life, burning your white lab coat. You were now his and he, yours. And of course as a daddy’s girl, you’d do anything to mirror his image, adapting his twisted clown aesthetic.
Newspapers had a field-day writing about your descent to madness from America’s sweetheart to the other-half of a crazy crime duo. They call it a match made in hell, you call it the greatest love story ever.
But sometimes it does get exhausting when you want to spend time with your lover when there’s so many factors that prevents you from spending time with him! Vault-Tec, Vigilantes, Betrayers, and Barb! Just thinking about her makes you angry.
Why can’t they all just let you enjoy your chaotic lives in peace?!
Currently, The Ghoul is handling a business transaction with an informant from Vault-Tec who made claims of a nuclear war in the making with a plan to make the middle class pay for it. You’re more than happy to set your plan in motion to create a threatening video message to the company using the informant as a hostage, hoping you’ll finally get some time with Coop but he wants to take things slow.
“It’s chess not checkers, darlin’.” He’d comment and you’d just have to accept it. But today was meant to be your anniversary and he’d decided to take time out of your day to do business!
You claw your acrylics through the newspaper you’d been reading with an old picture of Cooper and Barb on the front page with a headline about their once fiery romance. That was the last straw.
Your sharp cat-like acrylics claw into the flimsy newspaper material you held in your hands, poking through the page from back to front and straight through the eyes of your lover and his ex-wife. The headline of their past fiery romance pushes you over the edge.
You shred the paper into bits, flinging it into the air like confetti. The tears are blinding, mascara running down your cheeks as you rise to your feet and go over to retrieve something from his ‘secret’ drawer from his office.
In the highest heels you own, you’re strutting angrily and briskly up the long-winded stairs and through the spacious halls of his large penthouse. His staff know better than to get in your way, jumping out of your path with terrified looks the moment they lay eyes on you.
You may be a curvier girl but you were a lot shorter in height than most people you knew. And most people you knew usually wouldn’t be intimidated by such a woman of your stature, not of course, if said woman happened to be wielding a .45 caliber pistol in hand.
If hell hath no fury than a woman scorned then it is in everyone’s best interest to mind their goddamn business.
You see red. Tunnel vision. Nothing else existed in this moment other than the man you hope to kill.
“Cooper!” You shout, pounding hard against the double ivory doors of his conference room before throwing them open.
The audience in the room turns their heads in your direction, expressions of confusion morphing into horror. You could hear the faint murmurs of his patrons murmuring about knowing you from TV.
The Ghoul is the last to raise his eyes at you, expelling air from his nostrils in frustration. He’s yet to speak up, watching the scene unfold from his big boss chair.
“Ya’ll better skedaddle or little blue’s gonna sing,” You threaten causing the crowd to quickly flee, some clutching their grand-theft stolen pearls as they do so. Once you're satisfied with the emptied room, you close the doors behind you and lock them for safe measures. You raise the gun at him, hands shaking. “You still love her, don’t you? The day you decided to leave the facility…to take me as yours…that was on your anniversary date, wasn’t it? I thought this day was special for us. But you used me. You just want her attention.”
He’s neither terrified nor angry. He just seems…inconvenienced. Bored with it all, he rolls his eyes as he begins fixing up his paperwork. “Couldn’t this have waited until after my meeting? I’ve got a job to do. I don’t need any of your distractions.”
“You think I’m a distraction,” You squeak, hurt by his suggestion. A rage consumes you so violently that you think of the first thing that'll quench your fire. In one fell swoop, you swipe your arm on the table and throw his paperwork and office supplies onto the ground scattering them everywhere. Now he’s furious, jaw clenching as he stares daggers at you. You can tell he’s deciding a punishment for you. “You said we belonged together! We were supposed to forge the world side by side. How could you say that I’m just a distraction?”
“I said, ‘your distractions’. As in, all the bullshit you do on a daily basis. Now be quiet.” He hisses through gritted teeth.
“No.” You stand your ground, adjusting your posture so that you appear even taller than you already are in your heels. You know he hates it when people tower over him.
He slams his hands on the table before rising to his feet slowly. He makes it a point to stand as close to you as possible so that he’s the one towering over you now. “You’re being a fucking brat.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” You snarl. “Maybe…I should find her, hmm? I should find her and kill her. I’ll do it. You think I wouldn’t?”
“Sweet pea, I know you would and I don’t care if you do,” He laughs, cupping your face in his large hands. “She took my Janey from me. I ain’t seen her in years. Barb is my lightning rod, all my aggression is accredited to her. If she were gone, sure it’d make things really boring for me but that’s just it. And as for you, princess, well…yer a pretty young thing—real cute—but I’m one making the commands here.”
“But we’ve done so much together. We made them lose profits. We pushed forward a smear campaign for one of the senior executives that made him disappear off the grid. That was a team effort!”
“And I appreciate your support, lil’ angel. You really do make yo papa proud,” His thumb traces your lips before he roughly grips your jaw, making you look him in the eye. His rings bite into the skin of your cheeks. “Now why don’t you give me a pretty smile? If yer good for it, I might let you sit on my lap.”
You yank away from his grasp, cocking the gun. “I’ll fucking kill you. I thought when you came into my life to silence my demons. But you’ve only danced with them. I’m so screwed up in the head because I loved you. But if you die, I’ll be free.”
For a moment, he looks genuinely scared but then he gives you a wicked smirk.
“You wouldn’t. You could never kill me. How do you think you’ll be able to go on livin’ after it’s done? The second I’m gone, you wouldn’t last not even a millisecond without me,” He steps forward, closing the gap between you once again. “That’s how pathetic you are. You need somethin’ in your life to cling on and that’s me. I’m your lifeline. Whether you like it or not, your heart knows you're bound to me. A year of fleetin’ kisses and light touches; I’ve not fucked you once and still yer this weak for me. I could only imagine how obedient you’ll be when I pop your precious cherry.”
“Fuck you,” Hot tears and mucus continue to run down your face as you unrelentingly held the pistol up to his chest. “Fuck you, Cooper. Maybe I won’t live long after I kill you, but I’ll be seeing you in hell.”
You pull the trigger only instead of a lead bullet, a foam-like bullet with a suction end sticks to his chest. It appears to be a strange child’s toy. You examine it with confusion before looking up at his fuming expression.
You begin to laugh nervously, dropping the toy on the ground to give a quirky shrug of your shoulders. “Oopsies.”
“I didn’t think I’d hide actual guns anywhere near the likes you, did you?” He sneers. “You fucking shot me.”
“But you didn’t die.”
“Anything you’ve got to say for yourself?”
You swallow the hard lump in your throat. “S-sorry…daddy.”
He raises his hand and you flinch, fearing that this’ll be the day he finally raises a hand on you. Instead, he places it on your head, petting it softly.
“My good girl,” He praises, much to your confusion. “What am I going to do with you?”
Your eyes sparkle with love and admiration, throwing yourself into his arms. “You still love me?”
“Of course, I still love you,” He coos, soothing a hand down your back that’s exposed by the style of your mini blue satin dress. “I’ve never had a woman love me this intensely. You almost killed me, woman. That makes me so hard.”
He guides your dainty hand over his hardening clothed cock. “Do you feel that, sugar?” He rasps. “You’ve done this to me simply for being crazy as shit. No woman’s ever made me feel this way, not even Barb..”
“Y-you mean that, daddy-o?”
“From the bottom of my heart,” He brushes his nose against yours. “Do you see how passionately in love we are for each other? You never have to question my devotion for you even if Barb’s around, no one could replace you. There’s just so many things you do that she could never do as good as you.”
“Like what?” You blink up innocently.
“You always know just the right thing to make me feel good.” He hints, sitting back on his executive chair with his legs spread.
You sink to your knees, sitting in between his legs. Cooper loves oral sex, both giving and receiving. He’s been so busy with work that rarely had time for either but you’ll gladly keep giving it up whenever you can. And maybe eventually, he’ll officially claim you in bed.
Your hands reach for his zipper when he halts your movements. He stares intensely into your eyes while wrapping one pigtail around his scarred hand. “You don’t deserve to taste me. You’ve maxed out your strikes for the day,” He begins to recount. “Strike one, you interrupted my meeting. Strike two, you were a rude pest. Strike three, you tried to kill me. For these reasons, I want you to sit beside me like a good little girl for the rest of my meeting. I shall have a punishment ready for you by then.”
“But—“
“Silence,” He tugs hard, forcing you to rise slightly. “I don’t want to hear a word out of you. I want you as silent as the ground I walk on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.” You whine.
He places a kiss on your forehead before releasing you. With a push of a button, he makes an announcement on the intercom for his staff to lead his patrons back into the conference room.
“Remember, my dove: not a peep out of you.” He orders.
You watch on the rest of the meeting with awe, head in your hands as you dreamily sigh up at him as plotted away. After sometime, the members of his team exit the room after the Ghoul approves their dismissal.
Alone again at last, you hop into his lap, making the two of you spin in his upholstered chair. He humors you, forehead against yours and a reserved smile on his face.
“You were so amazing, daddy-o! I bet they’ll never think to underestimate you again. The plan is just diabolical!” You exclaim. “How are you real?”
“I ask myself this at times.” He replies smugly, rubbing circles in your back. If you continued to praise him like this, he just might disregard punishing you.
“I know I’ve been a bad girl and I don’t deserve it but may I please kiss you?” You ask, playing with his tie.
“You may.” He approves.
You squeal giddily before planting your lips onto his with a hungry desire that has you both moaning into the kiss. Your hands find comfort in his hair, ruining its assembly. Most days, Cooper would curse you for this but today he’s in such good spirits because everything is going his way. He slips his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss.
The telephone rings and he breaks away with a groan reaching for it on the table while his other hand continues to trace his fingers lightly up and down your back. While he’s occupied in conversation, you kiss all over his neck, leaving lipstick kisses behind.
“Excellent, I’ll be sure to watch.” He says with a smile.
“Daddy-o’?” You question.
He simply takes a remote off his desk and presses a button that mechanically parts the large velvet curtains to the side, revealing the big clear window behind it. Different colors burst into the sky of reds, greens, blues and yellow and you recognize them as actual fireworks.
You stand from his lap, walking over to the large window to gaze in at its glory. He’d successfully executed a plan you’d been telling him about for months; setting off an explosion at one of the milk factories that an ex owned. A factory far in the distance that you could see from the penthouse’s height, cursing it every day because it ruined your view of the city. And now Cooper has taken it out…for you. God, you love this man.
“Happy Anniversary, princess.” He says from behind, kissing you on your neck.
“This is the best thing anyone’s ever done for me,”Your eyes sparkle in the light, clapping and laughing with pure glee at the spectacle. “Oh, I could only imagine how funny it would have been to see the look on his face.”
Cooper presses another button and sure enough your ex is on the news, having a fit about it while you and Cooper laughed as if it were the funniest thing on earth.
Swept up by the moment, you kissed him passionately, messing up his makeup and your own as blended into an odd mix of colors.
His thick fingers find their way between your legs, moving past your damp panties to plunge into your hot, wet core. You gasp against his lips, nails sinking into his dress shirt for support as you grind down on them.
“I love you, Daddy.” You cry out happily, breathing quicken with the pumping of his fingers. If it weren’t for your back against the window, your buckling knees would have taken you down.
“I love you, too, sugar. You’re so good for me.” He praises, thrusting so particularly deep into you that your eyes cross and you gush your honeyed slick into his palm. “Always been daddy’s little monster.”
That name is enough to tip you over the edge, tightening your hand around his wrist when your orgasm finally hits you like a freight train. You whine and tremble when he continues his ministrations inside of you curling is finger perfectly while his meaty palm added friction to your throbbing clit. You’re sobbing at the overstimulation, soaking his hand, down your legs and his pants. He laughs at your catatonic state; the babbling and drool down your chin makes you look about as mad as an asylum patient. The aftershocks flow through you like a tidal wave as you shake against his hard body.
He’s only merciful to stop when you begin to clamp his hand between your thighs to keep him from moving any further.
When you come down, you give him a dopey smile and say, “Boy, seeing a building blow up like that makes me want to ‘blow’ something else?”
#cooper howard x reader smut#cooper howard#the ghoul#cooper howard/the ghoul x reader#fallout au#fallout prime#fallout fanfiction#walton goggins#cooper howard x reader#cooper howard x you#the ghoul x reader#the ghoul x you#chubby!reader#dark!reader#kinktober#kinktober 2024#walton goggins fanfic#character x reader#harley quinn joker au
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Blessed Are The Meek 3
Summary: you are trapped in an awkward circumstance with a widowed commander. (Handmaid AU)
Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, sterility, and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.
Character: Tommy Shelby
Note: thank you for following along. I’m sure yall didn’t expect to write Tommy again but here we are. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. 💕💕💕💕
You place the Commander’s bag in the trunk. Then, a thermos and a wrapped croissant for the drive. It’s a small consideration, you don’t know why you even thought of it. You just know that the drive will be long and tedious. You do not relish his return after the journey and the presence of similarly willful men.
You kick off your boots before you enter the house again. You shiver and lean a hand on the wall, lifting your foot to untie the laces. The commander’s footsteps come slow and deliberate down the stairs. You put your sole to the floor and face him, dipping your head.
As he approaches, you take his coat from the rack and offer it to him. Before, there would be another, the long blue jacket his wife so treasured, with its big rosette buttons and round collar. All blue had been buried away or burned to ash.
He lets you lift it onto his shoulder, barely acknowledging you as he pulls on a pair of black leather gloves. He slides out a pair of round glasses and puts them on. The sort he wears to read or tend to some smaller detail. He checks his watch.
“Do not dawdle” he girds as he approaches the door.
You furrow your brow and watch him pull it open. What does he mean? He pauses and lets out an exhale.
“Far be it from me to concern myself, but a coat would be in order,” he bids.
You still don’t understand. Surely he can’t mean you’re going with him.
“Commander?”
“You will sit in the backseat and keep your head down. A toe out of line and there will be more than enough Eyes to have you shipped out to a colony.”
You push your chapped lips together and nod. You don’t expect it and you are unprepared. He’d spoiled the rare moment of escape that tugged at your mind. A day without him and his temper lurking.
“I will get my coat, commander.”
He carries on and you march away. Your coat is in your room with all else that is allotted to you. Not much, enough to exist. A spare dress and apron, shoes for the summer, stockings, and a second shift. You snatch your coat and pull it on, flapping back through the halls to the front door.
As you come out, the car blows exhaust into the air. You get in the back seat and do as he said. You put your head down and don’t say a word. He has his foot on the pedal before you can even shut the door.
He drives with the radio on. A dour voice recites verses as you stare at the back of the front seat. The grey sky ripples, both dimming and paling to create and ebb and flow of light.
There is a soft clunk as the commander steers with one hand. The props the thermos in the cupholder and unscrews the cap. You quickly put your eyes to your lap. The smell of breakfast tea pervades the closed space.
You do not close your eyes. You could fall asleep right there but you don’t dare. Sloth is a sin, deadly as they say. You focus on keeping awake as the tires roll on.
The gates of the capital rise before you. You give only a brief peek as the commander stops to give his identity. He’s waved inside with a panicky sort of deference. Inside, you sense the sudden flurry around you but do not look up. You don’t expect many marthas come around here.
He pulls up to a building of stained white brick. You tilt your head slightly and try to figure where you are. He keeps the engine running as he gets out, greeted by another.
“Commander.”
“Take my car to the residence,” Shelby demands.
“Sir.” There’s a lull as footsteps click around the hood, “and the martha?”
“You may take her too,” Shelby says flippantly, “she will hang my clothes, as is her duty.”
The guardian doesn’t wait for another order. He gets in the front seat as you huddle lower in your seat. It isn’t unusually to be spoken as nothing more than a thing, but it is humiliating even so. The man fixes the mirror as you sense the tension of his unasked questions. It must be a strange situation, yet he cannot question a commander.
He shifts into drive and eases onto the gas. You clasp your hands tight in the silence. It does not seem as if you will return to the house that night and that worries you.
What could it mean? Hansen’s words echo in your head. Would the commander leave with a new wife at the order of the Committee? If there was to be a new wife, could she survive the widower’s grief?
#tommy shelby#dark tommy shelby#dark!tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#au#peaky blinders#series#blessed are the meek#drabble#handmaid au
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Cuddles (modern au)
pairing: (basketball player) Lo'ak x fem!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: no warnings
summary: y/n is tired from all the studying and waits for Lo'ak to come home from basketball practice.
words: 355 (im so sorry help)
taglist: @downbadforloak
a/n: it took tbh so much time to come up with this idea, its kinda embarrassing. but it was fun to write, if yall have more ideas lemme know
It was about 9pm at night and you were busy studying for your exams coming up. Even though it was only 9 you were really tired because of all of the studying. The only thing you wanted to do tonight was lay in Lo’aks arms and fall asleep. Sadly he was at basketball practice.
You were sitting at your desk looking out the window, waiting for Lo’ak to return. You slowly laid your head down on your desk, but you forgot that your laptop was laying right there, with a biology video open on youtube that you needed to help you study. Your head fell on your laptop, right at the spacebar causing the video to continue. You immediately jumped up from the scare, “oh shit…” you said while rubbing your eyes.
You decided to just go lay on the couch waiting for Lo’ak to return. While flopping on the couch you grabbed the tv remote and put on some netflix. You didn’t wanna fall asleep yet, but you were so tired, you immediately closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.
“Hey babe i’m back.” Lo’ak said walking into your dorm room, “oh fuck ur asleep” he whispered to himself while putting his sports bag on the ground. He tippy-toed to the couch trying not to wake you. “Hmm…” you mumbled quietly in your sleep. He grabbed a blanket and put it over you while he sat next to you on the couch. You were curled up in a little ball, so he fitted perfectly next to you.
“Oh hey Lo’ak, how was practice?” you asked slowly sitting up, “it was good, I’m sorry that im late, it’s just my c-” he couldn't even finish his sentence, “no. no. no. don't apologise. It’s fine” you laid your head on his shoulder snuggling in his arms. “Can you maybe help me study tomorrow? It’s just all so difficult and I don't understand anything” you asked him yawning as if you were about to fall asleep. “Ofcourse baby, I’m not really smarter then you, but we can try” he said laughing a little bit. “Goodnight Y/n”
#loak sully#loak#avatar#loak fluff#loak x reader#loak x you#avatar fanfic#atwow#atwow fanfic#loaksdog#loak sub#basketball#avatar the way of water#neteyam#jake sully#neytiri#aonung#roxto
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I’m back on my bullshit pissed as ever at anime fans refusing to be anything other than ableist ✨
There’s recently been a huge rise in an AU in the JJK fandom where Nobara survived Mahito’s attack and wears an eyepatch. All fine and dandy. I don’t mind that one bit. I do believe that her facial injuries would require either reconstructive surgery or something larger than an eye patch to cover the damage, but all in all, I’m content with that. I love Nobara and actively stopped watching after she died for a long while. This AU is a-okay in my books, and I honestly quite enjoy the thought of it.
Until I see how people are drawing it.
Every. Single. Fucking. Post. She just has that inaccurate, stereotypical “Perfectly Normal Eye That’s Just A Little Milky But Otherwise Looks Fine.” No scarring around the eye. No disfigurations. Not even a glass eye. Nothing.
Are we, perhaps, forgetting this scene where you can see Yuji clear through her fucking head??
This one? Remember this?? Ringing any bells??? Yeah that’s a hole in her fucking head
I am so sick and tired of people with physical differences/disabilities/etc having the reality of what their bodies look like being ignored or having their physical traits watered down until they can be shoved right back into conventionally beautiful little boxes wrapped up in pretty pink bows because we can’t be considered beautiful in our differences. And it always, ALWAYS boils down to this: we make able bodied people uncomfortable. We have to censor ourselves because other people feel like they’re entitled to not looking at us in public.
Someone is not less than because of their physical appearance. They are not unworthy of love or acceptance for showing visible signs surviving a severe physical trauma. They are not less beautiful, less acceptable, less anything. They do not deserve to feel shunned, outcasted, or like some alien out of a horror movie just because the Christians got their holy panties in a wad over them looking “demonic”, solely because they are, again, physically different.
Just in case I need to reiterate: HER FUCKING HEAD HAD A HOLE THROUGH IT.
Her eye would be gone! It was completely blown out and unsalvageable! Her face would not look the same! It And guess that? That is fuckin FINE!
She’s allowed to look different! She doesn’t even have to feel “ugly” because of it! Sure, it might take her a while to feel okay about it, she might struggle, but she does not have to view herself as some disgusting monster in this AU just because she’s now different from how she was before Shibuya.
Give her ACCURATE INJURIES. She lost part of her brain, yall! make the recovery process include coming to terms with her new appearance and learning to accept and love herself, INCLUDING her face. Show her getting used to the sudden loss of vision! The change to her depth perception and how she copes with it! How she might struggle with her speech or her coordination after suffering a traumatic brain injury! That makes for SUCH a more compelling story than “ouhhhh she wanted to be a model but now she CAN’T because she’s DISABLED and UGLY!!!”
I am SICK AND FUCKING TIRED of anime fans woobifying injuries that could have killed someone it’s mithrun all fucking over again
#I AM GOING TO GNAW YR FUCKING HEADS OFF TIKTOK ARTISTS COUNT YOUR GODDAMN DAYS#GOD D A M N I HATE JKK FANS#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#nobara kugisaki#coyote’s talk tag
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wilted grace — nanami/gojo fic
MINORS DON'T INTERACT // 18+ ONLY!
pairing: nanami kento x gojo satoru x fem!reader (uses she/her pronouns) x poly relationship
tags: romance x angst x smut x polyamory x AU (no sorcerer stuff in this au, nanami and gojo are just normal dudes living in a normal world, lol)
warnings: a bit of an age gap (everyone is a consenting adult fyi) x implications of SA done to Y/N x Y/N has a panic attack x dissociation summary: (AU) The story follows Y/N, Nanami and Gojo in a polyamorous relationship; the three of them navigating the new dynamic relationship for the first time in their lives. The three of them begin exploring aspects both emotionally and sexually, finding themselves on a complex journey of facing their inner demons and also healing themselves.
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a/n: umm so sorry for not updating in a while. my writers block is the worst...i have no excuses, forgive me yall. enjoyy x :)
Part 11: One, Two, Three... (wc: 3.1k)
8 hours earlier
“Mr. Kento, do you realize what you have done by leaving early and not even attending the conference you were supposed to lead?” The boss’ voice is sharp and cold, making Nanami pinch the bridge of his nose. He paces the hallway, letting his boss bite his head off for leaving the business trip too early.
“I notified you that it was an emergency, something came up,” Nanami reminds him.
“Last minute,” His boss retorts, “it did not give us enough time to send in a backup.”
“I know, I know,” Nanami rubs the back of his neck hoping that it will somewhat give his tense muscles some relief. When he gets to the end of the hallway, he stops in his steps when he sees you and Gojo in the kitchen; you are crying in the high chair while Gojo is kneeling, both of your guys’ hands together. Nanami tunes out his boss continuing to give him a hard time, while he continues to watch the two of you. He doesn’t hear what Gojo says but he sees his lips moving. For some odd reason, Nanami doesn’t feel jealous but rather…thankful? Even though Nanami doesn't fully understand it, he feels he should be jealous.
“...I’m expecting you in the office tomorrow, we will talk about the details then…” Nanami hears his boss say.
“Hmm,” Nanami hums, his mind completely occupied with something else. The call ends, and Nanami is left standing there, phone to his ear and watching as the two of you continue eating breakfast.
Nanami walks back into the kitchen, coming up to your side and placing a kiss on top of your head. Your eyes are red and your cheeks slightly wet but you still smile at Nanami, making his heart feel like it’s melting.
“You doing better?” Nanami asks you.
You sniffle, “Yes, thank you,” You whisper to him. Nanami glances at Gojo and he seems preoccupied stuffing his face with pancakes.
“I can take you back to your dorm,” Nanami tells you, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back.
Your club dress is in a plastic bag that Gojo had secured for you to take home. You sheepishly thank Gojo and Nanami notices the light blush spread across your cheeks. Nanami takes you downstairs to his car, you look awfully tired. The drive to your dorm consists of you two holding hands, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your hand.
At a stoplight, Nanami continues to reassure you, “Don’t worry about my job, everything is going to be okay.”
“But is your boss mad at you?” You press on.
Nanami sighs, “He’s not the happiest.”
“Please, just be honest with me,” You plea wearily.
The light turns green and Nanami steps on the gas, “He’s pissed off,” He finally says.
You nod your head, “That’s the feeling I got…” Your voice trails off, and then you add, “is he going to fire you?”
“No,” Nanami consoles, “I’m probably just going to get an earful.”
You inhale shakily, looking out the window, “I’m sorry, Nanami.”
Nanami brings the back of your hand which he holds to his lips and presses a soft kiss, “Nothing to be sorry about, you always come first.”
You turn your head to look at him, eyes shimmering with tears, “It means a lot,” You whisper. Nanami parks the car once he’s made it to your dorm parking lot. He looks calm on the outside, but you know that he’s wanting to talk to you about something. You’re the one to initiate it, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m worried about what happened last night,” Nanami voices.
“Are you suspicious something happened between Gojo and me?”
Nanami shakes his head, “No, not you two. It’s about what happened at the club. Do you remember how you ended up on the second floor?”
You look lost in thought when Nanami asks you the question, face becoming pale. He doesn’t push it any further, he embraces you in a hug. You find yourself crying into his chest again, his lips against the crown of your head.
“It’s okay,” Nanami says softly, his hands rubbing circles on your back, “we don’t need to talk about it right now. Just know I’m here when you’re ready.”
“I’m sorry,” You blabber into his chest, “I’m so sorry,” You have, your body trembling in his hold.
“What are you sorry about?” Nanami holds your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping at your tears. “You haven’t done anything wrong, my love.”
You’re hyperventilating again, tasting nothing but the saltiness from your tears, “I’m sorry,” You keep repeating.
“Baby,” Nanami persists, “hey, look at me.”
“I’m sorry!”
“For what?” Nanami asks, his brows pulled together in concern, his brown eyes scanning your face.
“I don’t know what is wrong with me!” Your voice cracks and your fingers are wrapped around Nanami’s wrists where you squeeze them.
“Hey, Y/N, look at me,” Nanami continues to try to ground you, “you’re okay, I’m here.”
You finally bring your gaze to meet him, biting your bottom lip to close off any more cries that threaten to fall past your mouth. You don’t know what it is, and your heart stops for a moment, you love Nanami but there’s more space in your heart than you know it;
“I think I like Gojo, too.” Nanami is silent, his gaze doesn’t break away from yours. You can’t seem to put a pause to what’s spilling from you, “I like you…I like Gojo, too.”
You hold your breath, you’re expecting Nanami to retaliate in disgust, in anger. Instead, he surprises you when he hugs you again, pressing a kiss to your hairline; “That’s okay,” His voice vibrates against you, “I accept all your feelings.”
“I don’t know why I feel this way,” You say wearily into his chest, closing your eyes as he gives your body a light squeeze, “it’s not possible, right?”
“I don’t know,” Nanami says, “we’ll figure it out together.”
“Are you mad at me?”
“Not for a moment,” Nanami reassures you, giving you another kiss, “I just want you to be happy.”
Nanami walks with you up to your room, and thankfully your roommate is already in the room. She is relieved to see you, hugging you the moment she sees you and explaining how sorry she was that the two of you got drifted away. Nanami helps you get into bed, tucking you in and sitting beside you until you’re drifting off into sleep. Nanami doesn’t leave without a kiss on your forehead and then heads out where he knows he will have to meet up with Gojo to talk with him.
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“What?” Gojo asks.
“She said she likes you…that she likes both of us.”
Again, Gojo says, “What?”
“That's why I asked you if you liked her,” Nanami says, “again, it’s okay if you do.”
Gojo's palms are sweaty, “She is very pretty,” He confesses, attentively watching Nanami’s reaction.
Nanami agrees, “I know, she’s gorgeous.”
“She seems nice,” Gojo continues, “so…I might like her?” Even Gojo is confused, he’s not sure what he feels either.
“I know this is a lot,” Nanami steps in, “I just feel we should get together and talk about this,” he shrugs his shoulders.
“Look, you can like multiple people at the same time,” Gojo retaliates, “so, I’m sure it’s just a crush that will fade away.”
“Can I be honest with you?”
“Yes, of course.”
“I don’t think I’d mind her dating the both of us…” Now it’s Nanami’s turn to attentively watch for Gojo’s reaction, and Gojo is caught off guard.
“You want her to date me?!”
“If she wants to, I’d be okay with it,” Nanami clarifies, “would you be okay with that?”
“I’ve never…” Gojo’s voice trails off, and then tries again, “I’ve never been in a relationship with more than one person.”
“Neither have I.”
“Is this what Y/N said she’s willing to try?”
Nanami says, “I was thinking the three of us would go out for dinner and discuss it.”
“If you two are comfortable with that, sure, we can do that,” Gojo agrees.
Nanami and Gojo hold each other’s gazes, the two men sharing an undeniable silence between the two of them. Brown eyes holding blue ones, they take a sip from their drinks in sync as the world around them continues to rustle.
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You’re awoken by your phone vibrating with a text message. After Nanami had dropped you off, you were lights out. It feels as if you’ve been sleeping for days but when you take a look at the time on your phone screen, it’s only been a couple of hours. You have a text message from Nanami;
Nanami: Hey love, just got back to my place. Hope you’re sleeping well. I miss you and love you
You sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the brightness on your phone screen. You receive another text from Nanami;
Nanami: I also talked with Gojo earlier, know we both support you
You feel your heart beating fast, at the thought of Nanami and Gojo talking about you — were you being narcissistic? It wasn’t that, it was something else. Something that had crossed your mind and heart several times; you wanted to be with both of them. You’re pressing Nanami’s contact icon and putting the phone to your ear, which he picks up in a heartbeat;
“Y/N,” His deep voice reminds you of home, “how are you doing? Did you sleep well?”
You bring your knees up to your chest, warmth making its way up to your cheeks, “Yes, I did. How are you?”
“I’m good, just worried about you.”
Your fingers play with the edge of your blanket, “Can I see you?”
“Of course,” He says, “it’s pretty late, too. Did you want to stay over?”
You nod eagerly, “Yes, I do.”
“Get your stuff ready, I’m on my way.”
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The two of you don’t talk about the elephant in the room on the car ride to Nanami’s place — at least, not yet. Once you two got into his place, Nanami hugged you. His scent overwhelms your senses, his arms around your waist tightening. You allow yourself to relax against his figure, feeling through his work shirt the defined muscles that lie beneath it. You feel that you could melt into him for how safe he feels as his arms engulf your figure. The two of you put your foreheads against one another, you can feel the heat radiating off from his body. Your hands are placed over his chest, your fingers fidgeting with the desire to remember how he feels until that’s all you can breathe.
“I know I’ve already said this,” Nanami’s hands move up to either side of your jaw, his fingers laced behind your ear and in your hair. He guides your head up towards him, “but I’ve missed you so much.”
You sigh, “I’ve missed you, too…so badly,” you’re the one to lean in so your lips meet his. The kiss is sensual and soft, the two of you taking your time drowning in each other’s taste. Nanami leans his head to the side for more access and you mirror his actions, opening your mouth for him. You feel him shudder as he slips his tongue into your mouth, lapping against the top of your tongue. Your hands grip the material of his shirt by his shoulders, his other arm inviting you to clash against his body by pushing your lower back into him.
You can feel his hardened bulge against your lower half, which makes you let out a strained whine into his mouth. Both of you pull back to catch your breaths but you have more in mind. You don’t waste time, you get down on your knees in front of him, your hands placed onto his thighs, and push him until his back comes in contact with the front door. Surprise is plastered across his features at your brazen ways, your nails running down his thighs as you say;
“Can I?” You motion with a nod of your head towards his bulge. You see Adam's apple go up as he swallows, still looking taken off guard. His eyebrows furrow in submission, eyes softening as his hand goes to the back of your head, his fingers threading throughout your hair.
He breathes out a ‘yes,’ and your fingers work at his zipper and button. You’re practically salivating at the thought of having him in your mouth, but that’s the thing, he deserves you to take your time with him. You push his pants down past his knees, pooling down by his ankles. You press your palm against his clothed bulge, making his hold on your hair tighten followed by a muffled moan. You press the flat of your tongue against his clothed bulge, your eyelids fluttering close with heavy pleasure.
Nanami doesn’t mean to, but due to the friction of your tongue against his aching cock makes his hips jerk forward. He knew himself to always be composed, being able to stay rigid no matter what circumstances went around him. But with you, with your hot tongue against his bulge and how you look on your knees for him — he was falling apart at the seams. Your fingers made their way to the top of his boxers and pulled them down, with his hardened cock springing up and falling against your already open mouth. You had your tongue out, too. Nanami wasn’t even aware of how hard he was panting, sweat building by his temples.
“Put it in your mouth,” He finds himself saying, pulling your head back by the hair so that the tip of his penis comes in contact with your tongue. You make his wish come true and wrap your sweet lips around his head, looking up at him, and Nanami understands. “Suck on it,” He instructs you, your cheeks hollow as you do so. He puts his cheek against his shoulder, a shaky breath dancing out from his lips.
“Fuck,” He grunts as you take him in even further, he can’t help but feel both surprised and proud as to how this is only your second time giving head and you already feel like you’ve been doing it for years. You bob your head up and down, your hand accompanying his heavy balls, giving it small squeezes.
“Good girl,” Nanami praises you in a rasped tone, “just like that, suck me off like the good girl you are.”
His words only make you take him in even deeper until it touches the back of your throat and you gag. You pull back, a string of thick salvia stretching from the tip of his bright pink cock and connecting to your bottom lip. Nanami swipes his thumb across your lower lip, your glistening eyes holding his gaze. He has never been this way before; yes, he’s had his cock sucked before by his previous relationship but it was just good. Whatever this was, it was the gates of heaven. His body was burning — no, trembling from the inside, and out.
Nanami bends down with his thumb and the rest of his fingers pinching your cheeks, your lips puckered out. He gathers saliva in his mouth and says, “Open wide, princess,” and like the good girl you are, you do so. He lets his spit dangling from his mouth and into yours, swallowing all of it. It was like he was a completely different person from you, never in a million years would he think that he would be this…filthy.
You grab his dick and put it back into your mouth, your other hand going on top of his that continues to hold your hair. You give it a nudge and Nanami pushes some more against the back of your head. At first, you have to take some breaths of air and Nanami is patient throughout all of it, “You’re doing so good,” He reassures you, “you’re making daddy so proud.”
Once he’s back in your mouth, Nanami finds a rhythm of pushing your head back and forth on his cock. The sounds of you choking are making his vision go blurry, his breath catching in his throat when he feels you drag your nails down his thighs.
“You should see yourself,” Nanami is a rambling mess, “how good you look…choking on my dick, angel.” You come back to catch your breath, his precum and saliva glistening around your mouth and running down your chin. “As much as I want to cum in your mouth,” Nanami breathes out, “I want to be inside of you more.”
You nod your head eagerly at him, standing up on shaking legs to indulge in a sloppy, fervent kiss. His strong arms lift you by your legs which wrap around his waist as he brings the two of you to the island in his kitchen that’s right by his front door. His hands roam your body eagerly yet attentively, his lips on your neck that give you open-mouthed kisses. His tongue against your skin sends shivers to tremble you in your bones. You lean your body back, setting your palms on the island counter.
Nanami’s large hands are all over you, he’s pushing your shirt up and his mouth latches around your nipples. He needs you so badly that he’s impatient. Your back arches into him while his other hand works down at your pants, moving underneath the fabric until you feel his fingers against your clothed pussy. You're unbuttoning his shirt, you’re impatient as well. Both of you are panting messes as the two you undress one another until you’re both bare. Your shirt is pulled over your shirt, while Nanami’s is pushed off his shoulders. Your pants and underwear are thrown somewhere to the side. He tugs at your hardened nipple with his teeth, looking up at you to watch your reaction. You hiss from the pain but it feels so good. Nanami trails kiss down your navel and stomach until his head is between your legs.
He plunges his face into your wet pussy, tongue licking over your plush nub. You let out cries of pleasure, your fingers in his hair. He lets out a growl against your pussy, followed by plunging two fingers into your wet entrance. Your thighs tremble, not even realizing how fast you’re reaching your orgasm. Nanami can tell, with his tongue working at your nub and fingers curling up inside you. Just as you're about to reach your high, the doorbell rings.
You and Nanami stop dead in your tracks, nothing but the sound of your heaving breaths can be heard. Nanami’s lips and chin glisten with your wetness. He stands up straight, running a hand through his messy hair (thanks to you).
“Fuck,” Nanami breathes out.
You ask, “What is it?”
Nanami says to you, “I forgot I invited Gojo tonight.”
#gojosoath<3#kento nanami#gojo satoru#nanami x y/n#gojo x y/n#jujustu kaisen#jujustu kaisen au#anime fic#fluff#smut#angst#gojo angst#nanami angst#nanami and gojo#gojo au#nanami au#polyamory au#gojo smut#nanami smut
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If no one is going to talk abt streamer Wednesday au then I guess I’ll just have to do it myself (I have a questions) (and scenario) (yes I searched up the tag to have more things to say) (not much wenclair tho)
What did Wednesday do after the massive ban (who’s her moderator btw ? Eugene ?) ? Like, did she just stare in disappointment at chat ? Told them that Enid is really important to her ? Had a talk with them abt Outcasts discrimination ?
Wait are there any Outcasts in the chat ? How did they react to the rest of chat’s fear ? Did some of them agreed (those who are not werewolves) ?
(A bit unrelated but I have this little idea in my head that Outcasts can lowkey sense when someone else is an Outcast (reason why Wednesday trusted (? I need to rewatch the show) Tyler that quickly) but it’s not like « Oh ! This guy’s an Outcast ! » it’s more like « There’s something about this guy »)
What about Enid ? How did she react ? Did Wednesday even told her ? Or did she saw it somewhere ? (does this Enid watches Wednesday’s streams ? Like the replays or whatever idk how Twitch works)
Also, you said that Enid is kinda running herself ragged (does she have any days off ??) bc she feels guilty about letting Wednesday pay the rent, but Wednesday has to notice that, right ? The bags under Enid’s eyes, how tired she sounds, the lack of colors in her hair. What does she do ? Does she wake up one day, looks at Enid being this 🤏 close to passing out and goes ‘you’re taking the week off, I don’t want to deal with a walking corpse again’ ? I feel like it would be kinda in-character. No idea how Enid would react tho
Assuming that Enid went like ‘… okay’ or had a day off, I kinda imagine her inviting Yoko & Co over (in the weekend cause they’re 21 and all (?) go to college (and also so she and Wednesday can have some not-girlfriends quality time together). Wednesday allowed it bc she knows how a pack friends are important to Enid and the wolf promised her that they will just stay in the living-room while Wednesday streams (what’s her schedule ?) or something else. Then, like 15min after they arrived, Yoko opens the door to Wednesday streaming room (I like to imagine that it’s soundproof) with Divina (that she dragged with her) and she just says « Hi shorty ;) » and leaves.
Wednesday just rolls her eyes bc at this point she’s used to it but chat, after seeing Yoko’s too sharp fangs and Divina’s unnaturally light eyes, explodes. Idk what they’re doing, I haven’t thought that far tbh
And the last thing I have to say is that I headcanon that Wednesday helped a lot for the absolute mess of a cult and blackmail that Morning Song was to Bianca. That’s why they’re friends to me. A little frenemies, there’s still some rivalry, maybe even some tension but they’re friends. If there’s something wrong, like serious wrong, asking the other for help is a valid option (Wednesday still mostly goes to Enid and Bianca to Yoko/Divina but ! The option is here)
Now that I laid the background :
Wednesday’s streaming and Enid’s at work. But are shadows under Wednesday’s door. Some viewers notice and are like ??? but before they can do anything Bianca just opens the door and is like ‘I need you to come with me’.
Now, Wednesday knows her friends allies, it has taken her a lot of time (years) but she learned and studied and them, she knows them. Right now, Bianca may appear calm and collected, or even cold to an outsider, but Wednesday sees that there’s something wrong, serious wrong, so she cuts the stream and goes with her.
Meanwhile, chat just saw some siren barging in, telling -not asking, telling- Wednesday to come with her and Wednesday did. They’re all panicking in the channel’s Discord (if Wednesday has one), like « omg did weds just got sirened??? » « she’s going to get killed !! » « yall i’ve heard stories abt sirens killing and eating people at sea what if they were true ??! » , an exact inch away from calling the police before Wednesday sends a little « I’m fine, stop dramatizing » or whatever
(it’s 1am and most of this hasn’t been reread so if there’s any spelling error, things that I’ve written two times, missing pieces of text or just a general sense of messiness then : sorry lol)
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Wednesday sighs after the massive ban and continued onward like nothing happened. The fact that she practically killed half her fanbase says alot so the people thatre left behind or trickle in know and are alot more cautious now
yeah definitely! while there are other outcasts in chat, there's smth different abt werewolves yknow? I mean there must be a reason for why they had to be in cages in nevermore
The outcasts are more of the warnjing sort, just hoping their streamer doesn't die to the monster living in her house
(meanwhile Enid is literally having her face cradled by Wednesday while they're both in bed)
Tho idt Enid would watch any of the streams, she respects Wednesday's privacy too much to do so. She does visit the room alot tho, so chat is low key kind of scared and kind of used to the shadow that lingers by the door and the thump of a tail somewhere off screen
Haha.. Totally normal behavior and not a sign of a potential killer in your house Wednesday! I hope you know what you're doing
(Enid's literally happy, her tail is wagging, just how dramatic do they gotta make her out to be 😭)
Don't worry tho, enid goes to work around the time Wednesday starts to stream and comes back by the time it ends so you bet she destresses alot with Wednesday
and she actually has alot of vacation time! The place she works at is pretty generous bc Enid is one of the long lasting employees so it kinda has been saving up. She just works alot bc it's a good distraction and so she can earn for the both of them (not needed but she feels obligated after all the Addams did for her)
As for the pack? You bet Enid is chasing yoko around, they roll around like little kids with Bianca and Divina chatting. They're having fun, good for them
And I totally see Wednesday and Bianca's relationship going how you explaining it!! They're alot more used to each other now but the signs of more and more outcasts being in Wednesday's life is low key giving chat a heart attack
Is aight lizard anon, im surprised people are into this au. Nothing much is coming onto mind but my inspiration here is beastars honestly LMAO
Hope your sleep was nice!
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rant so I can sleep tonight
as I write this, trump currently has 267 points (or whatever the fuck they are) and he needs like, 270. So uh, fuck. And thus democracy dies to the sound of thunderous applause.
I’m not a political scientist, I’m a stupid teenager who has zero idea how the US works and doesn’t really want to. This is just going to be a rant post. A uncoordinated, stupid, incomprehensible and contradictory rant post.
FUCK. I hate that the US election affects everyone around the world. Like, huh? Whatever yall 300 million vote affects the rest of us 7.7 billion. I don’t want to give a shit about the US election—like I don’t give af about Slovakia (sorry Slovakians) because it doesn’t directly affect my country’s government and shit.
By the way, US allies, you’re not safe from a coup either. Look at Australia—with one of the largest US bases outside of the US at pine gap. When the Aus govt even thought about trying to cut funding, the US staged a fucking coup in an allied country. Ousting a popular, democratically elected PM. Since then, Australia has never done anything to piss the US off ever again.
what is going to happen in Ukraine? I mean, I know people don’t really give a shit now that it’s not mainstream media or trendy to care. It’s US weapons that are holding the frontline in Ukraine. It is US F-16’s that Ukraine is using to protect their skies now. It is US HIMARS and PATRIOT systems that prevent civilian casualties. The US military industrial complex with all its slimy tentacles is an awful being, but for Ukraine, it’s that, or Russia.
and maybe if you know shit or shat about Ukrainian history you’ll understand why Russia isn’t a option.
With Elon Muskrat basically puppeteering Trump at this point, we have to look at what he wants. Which is like, money and ego stroking. Ukraine is rich with natural resoures—oil, natural gas, coal, iron and lithium. I probably sound mildly insane, but if Russia gets these resources, I suspect that somehow, someway, that lithium is going to end up in Musk’s hands.
Trump says he wants to end the war in Ukraine. There aren’t a lot of ways to do that. A Ukrainian win—where the occupied territories end up home—requires either a collapse of the Russian government, or a long, bloody, Verdun-esque war, which we’ve already seen around Bakhmut and across large parts of the front. Either way, if Russia fails to win, I can’t see a future with Putin still on top.If Russia goes nuclear in Ukraine, Putin will be dead within 24 hours and Russia will be surrendering soon after.
A Russian win looks like either a complete absorption of Ukraine into Russia, or an absorbtion of the eastern oblasts and the establishment of a puppet regime in Eastern Ukraine, similar to Belarus. This is the faster option, really. If the US cuts off aid to Ukraine, Europe can only do so much if they want to keep their own militaries in shape as well. Which, with Russia eyeing up the Baltic states and the Suwałski gap…. the war is draining both sides—with NATO confirming North Korean troops in Russia, and with Ukraine’s constant need for aid resupply—everyone is tired of this. Everyone is running out of bullets and soldiers. Something has to change. Please, don’t let it be at the cost of Ukraine.
fuck. I’m just a stupid teenager with an obsession with history, I don’t know shit. I’m just scared and angry most of all.
#alaskas rambling project#us election 2024#american politics#russian invasion of ukraine#rant post#my post#my rant#fuck russia#fuck trump
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100 Prompts #3
the first prompt list of the new year! yall know the drill, send a number + ship (and au/trope if applicable)
“I’m happier than ever, honest.”
“Do you ever think about me? About us?”
“Just be cool, act natural.”
“You’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.”
“No, I’m not okay.”
“Please? I’ll make it up to you.”
“I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.”
“You have to admit, we’d be hot together.”
“I said I’m in love with you!”
“You are… really something else.”
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Make me.”
“We’re gonna get caught.”
“I can’t do this anymore, I have to go.”
“You started without me?”
“I had nowhere else to go.”
“Please, just hold me.”
“Explain it to me like I’m five.”
“I never meant for any of this to happen.”
“You broke me.”
“I have to go after them.”
“They say you’re trouble.”
“I don’t need your pity.”
“You have to promise not to fall in love with me.”
“You’re leaving? Now?”
“I don’t think you even know what you want.”
“They’re the one that got away.”
“I’m not trying to be your friend, I’m trying to fuck you.”
“How long have you been standing there?”
“They’d kill me if they knew.”
“You’re not dying, you have a crush.”
“Are you always this oblivious?”
“When I’m with them I’m thinking of you.”
“Fuck, it’s locked!”
“Don’t start singing. For the love of god, don’t start singing.”
“What do you want me to do, get on my knees and beg?”
“Heard you were looking for me.”
“Ignore me all you want, you can’t un-fuck me.”
“I can’t give you anything but time.”
“Why are you naked?”
“Oh my god, you’re in love.”
“I swore I’d never fall in love again… then I found you.”
“Jealous? I’m not jealous, I just think they can do better.”
“Do you have any idea how much self control it takes just to exist in the same space as you?”
“Just listen to me for once in your life.”
“Come on, you said you’d behave today.”
“I think I misunderstood the assignment.”
“Whose baby is that?”
“Call me tomorrow if you’re still alive.”
“You’re the love of my life… just maybe not this life.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“I’m on my fifth White Claw, that’s the kind of night this is.”
“Why are you bleeding?”
“Damn, you look like shit.”
“You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I know it’s three am but I couldn’t let you be sad by yourself.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Run away, run and find something better.”
“All I wanted was you.”
“I think I just met my soulmate.”
“There’s nothing more to say.”
“What happens next?”
“Stop, you’re wasting your time.”
“I don’t know how to be fine without pretending.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize you moved on.”
“I thought you were dead!”
“You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending it’s me.”
“Uh oh, you’re listening to your extra-angsty playlist, I see.”
“Aren’t you a little old to be playing hard to get?”
“Don’t settle for me.”
“Ugh, just kill me now.”
“I haven’t seen you smile like that in a long time.”
“We can learn to love again.”
“All you needed to do was ask me to stay.”
“You… You just kissed me.”
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?”
“Stop being so stubborn and let me help you.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it.”
“That… is an interesting choice.”
“Well, let’s make another bad decision while we’re here.”
“I’m bored. Wanna make out?”
“Okay, I guess we’re doing this.”
“Wow… I’m speechless.”
“Let’s see what you’re made of.”
“I just need some air.”
“I’m tired of you treating everything like a joke.”
“Holy shit, do you ever stop talking?”
“It finally feels like my life has meaning.”
“I never stopped loving you. Not for a second.”
“I’m happy as long as you’re mine.”
“It’s my first time.”
“Believe me, I didn’t want to fall in love with you.”
“One of these days, you’ll have to stop lying to yourself.”
“It’s now or never, baby.”
“The fact that I can’t have you makes me want you more.”
“You have a choice to make, better get it right.”
“Oh, honey, I was born for this.”
“How high did you have to get to come up with that one?”
“I feel like I’m too old to be dealing with a crush.”
“I hate that your smug attitude is turning me on.”
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