#I'm. god I don't even know what more I can say

[chiaraanatra]

Lavender Girl

Summary: JJ was never one to believe in fate but one chance encounter may have him changing his mind. (Or the one where JJ helps Kook!reader through a panic attack and neither one of them can get the other off their mind.)

Warnings: vague descriptions of a panic attack, reader is an anxious wreck, reader tends to bite the skin on her fingers when anxious (don't mind me and my self-inserts), swearing feelings of distrust on JJ's part, nick-/pet names (pretty girl, lavender girl). one use of Y/N.

WC: 2.1k

AN: I'm not sure what this is or where its going! If anyone has any ideas/would like a part two let me know! I hope you like!

Song: Loosely based on Lavender Girl by Caamp

《 m.list || ao3 》

JJ POV

Why do I do this to myself?

Are pity tips from old ladies worth it?

This stupid getup is bad enough, let alone having to wait hand & foot on these fucking Kooks.

Do these people have nothing better to do on a Thursday morning than sit around bitching and drinking mimosas?

JJ made my way back inside, empty tray under his arm. Thank god it was nice out. It meant that the main bar inside the club was completely empty, giving him a minute of peace away from out-of-touch members of 'high society'.

Or so he thought…

When he turned the corner, he was met with soft sobs and lavender fabric pooled delicately on the floor under the bar. "Um… You okay…?" He didn't want to be rude, but heavy emotions weren't exactly his specialty, and he didn't have much experience with girls crying on the floor. At least not like this...

“Oh God, I'm so sorry…" you mumbled.

You looked up at him with teary eyes and in that moment, JJ was sure he had never been met with a more beautiful sight. Even glossed with tears, JJ was positive he had never looked into eyes as clear as yours. He watched as you scrambled to wipe away the tears that were still spilling over and mask the sounds of sniffling.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're okay." JJ set down the tray and crouched to be at eye level with you. "Wha's gotcha so upset? Far too pretty to be crying like that…" His last statement was barely above a whisper, brought into existence before JJ even knew he was saying it.

You glanced away, biting the skin of your thumb, "It’s all too much, it's just… I-I just couldn't…" You were trembling, shaking like a leaf. JJ knew if you kept this up you would probably pass out from lack of oxygen and/or gnaw straight through your finger.

"Hey, look at me." He reached out, gently taking your hand away from your mouth and bringing your attention to him. "Deep breaths." For a moment JJ thought he may be overstepping, but something in him had switched to autopilot, set on helping you, comforting you. "Breathe with me. In." He paused to take a deep breath, "And out." He slowly blew the air out of his lungs before repeating the process and the mantra. "In… and out…"

He watched as your trembling slowed and your body seemed to relax at his words. "There she is." He gave you a smile and you reciprocated with a small one of your own, "See? Knew you were far too pretty to be cryin’ like that," JJ helped you to stand. He thought you were about to say something before his name caught his attention.

"JJ, what the fuck are you doing man?" JJ looked behind him to see Ben peek his head out from the hallway. "If Mr. Burton sees you fucking around again, he’s gonna cut your ass."

"Shit…" his attention was brought back to you. "Sorry pretty girl, I gotta go." he grabbed his tray before giving you one last glance. "It’ll be okay. Don't let anyone make you believe otherwise. That includes yourself!"

And with that he was gone, leaving you with puffy eyes and a soft smile. JJ didn't know that he also left you wondering why anyone would be so sweet to you and that soon you would be clamoring to know more about the dirty blonde that went by JJ.

After his shift, JJ went straight to the Chateau, where he now found himself hanging off one of the chairs on the porch and regretting just about every word he had said in the last 15 minutes. He didn’t know how you got brought up and he certainly as hell didn’t know why, considering the two of you had barely a 10-minute interaction and you only said 5 words to him.

Regardless of circumstances, he was now getting berated with questions from two of his best friends, fearing it would only get worse when Kie and Sarah made their way back out onto the porch.

"Shit man you should have at least asked for her name!" John B exclaimed almost tipping over the beer bottle that was haphazardly perched on the arm of his chair.

JJ rolled his eyes, "I wasn't exactly thinking about that!"

"Yeah, I can only imagine what you were thinking about." Pope chuckled to himself. "Speaking of, what did she look like?"

JJ didn't want to tell his friends that you were the most gorgeous human he had ever seen "I don't know man, she looked like every other Kook princess running around." JJ could only shake his head at how unconvincing his voice sounded.

"Bullshit!" John B laughed at his best friend's failed attempts to mask his budding feelings.

"What are you halfwits arguing about?" The three boys looked up to find Kie and Sarah stepping out of the Chateau. Sarah made herself comfortable on John B's lap while Kie sat on the couch next to Pope.

"JJ's in love."

"Wha- fuck you, Pope!"

"With a mystery Kook," John B added.

"Oooo! Tell me more!" Sarah loved gossip and loved the idea of JJ showing interest in a girl that went beyond the realm of a one-night stand.

JJ stood from his seat, "I'm just gonna go walk into the ocean while y'all have fun."

"Oh, sit down," John B waved his hand and JJ returned to his seat. "We're just fucking around, JJ."

"So how did we meet this mysterious Kook Princess?" Kie leaned in, her elbows on her knees.

"Don't matter. For all I know, she's some rich bitch Touron and I'll never see her again."

With that, the conversation fell to other topics, but JJ's thoughts were still on you. Your soft smile. Your puffy eyes. Your lavender dress. He would never admit it, but he was hoping that he was wrong and that he would be lucky enough to see you again.

It had been a week since JJ’s interaction with you and with no signs of you at the club, he feared that he was right. You were gone and he was left with only the memory of your lavender dress and beautiful eyes.

Or so he thought…

Little did he know that you had been looking for him whenever you entered the country club. You just so happened to miss each other, just barely, every time.

He was walking back from the kitchen when he heard his name being called from down the hallway. “JJ?” The voice sounded small and apprehensive but familiar.

When he turned around, he was greeted by the same beauty from the week before, only you had shed your fancy lavender dress for something a bit more casual, shorts and a flowy white shirt.

When he didn’t respond she continued, "That's your name, right? JJ?"

"Uh yeah. That's me. Um, how can I help you?" A look of confusion danced across his face. He half expected you not to remember him and was waiting for you to ask him for a drink or complain about the hors d'oeuvres.

"I wanted to thank you for the other day…" When his confused look didn’t cease, you couldn't help but continue, "I was the girl in the dress, crying her eyes out on the floor under the bar…" Your hair twirled around your finger in what JJ’s eyes looked to be nervousness.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly and shake his head. Of course, he remembered you; how could he forget, you plagued almost every thought he had had in the last week. He was more taken aback by your kindness.

"I get like that sometimes…" you continued. "Sorta like a tidal wave, once it starts it's hard to stop… but you helped me calm down and you didn't even know me… don’t even know me. So, I-I just wanted to thank you…" your voice faded out as you looked down at your pristine, white Converse.

"No problem." JJ watched as you turned to walk away. Wishing he could bring himself to say something, anything that would make you stay for just a second longer. But JJ knew a girl like you would never go for a guy like him.

Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, not noticing that you had turned to face him once more, "Would you like to hang out, sometime?"

Disbelief flashed over his features, "You wanna hang out with me?" This had to be some kind of trick, at any moment some Kook fucks would jump him for thinking he could so much as look at you.

"If not that's fine! It's probably super weird that I asked that! You don't even know me…"

JJ heard the increased anxiousness in your voice and noticed you starting to gnaw nervously at your fingers once again. "Hey, calm down." He made his way closer to you and gently pulled your hand away once more. "Deep breath for me." He watched as you did what you were told. He released your hand before speaking again, "You really want to hang out with me? You realize I'm not like your kook friends, right? I don't have a pretty Benz to drive you around in and I barely have 20 bucks to my name."

"I just moved here, and I don't really have any friends." A look of embarrassment washed over your face, "not that we have to be friends!" You paused, taking another deep breath. JJ could see you trying to fight off the waves of anxiety as they hit you, "It's just- you seem genuinely nice and that seems a bit hard to come by around here…"

JJ's tongue pressed against his cheek as he smiled. "Got your phone?"

You nodded, pulling the device out from the back pocket of your shorts. You unlocked it and handed it to the blonde where he proceeded to put his number in. You looked at the new contact name when he handed your phone back.

JJ Maybank 🌊

You couldn’t help but smile.

"I’m off all day tomorrow, maybe I could show you around the island or something?”

You couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice. “That would be great! Um, I should get going, but I’ll text you?”

“Sounds like a plan, lavender girl.” He gave you a parting smile and a wink before returning to work.

"No need to ask. He's a smooth operator!" Pope’s voice rang out as the three boys made their way down the dock to the HMS Pogue.

John B was quick to join the other man in song, as the three jumped on board, "Smooth operator!"

JJ made his way to the bow looking like he was about to jump into the murky water below, “That's it! I'm never telling you guys shit ever again!"

“Relax, J!” John B pulled his friend off the edge, “Like you didn't give me this much shit with Sarah."

"If not more," Pope laughed as he started the boat.

While that was definitely true the blonde rolled his eyes.

"So, what's the plan?" Pope continued as he lowered the anchor. "This doesn't feel like your usual catch-and-release."

“Man, I don’t know, she’s a fuckin’ Kook. I told her I could show her around the island since she just moved here but I’m not sure she’s gunnin’ to see how the other half lives.”

“Hey, you never know. She might surprise you,” John B had a look in his eyes that told the world that he was thinking about Sarah in that moment.

“Sounds like she has so far,” Pope couldn't help but take a couple more jabs at his friend's expense, never having seen the blonde like this before.

With that, JJ’s mind ran through all the possible things the two of you could do tomorrow. Only to be interrupted by the ping of his phone.

*PING*

Unknown Number - Hey it’s Y/N.

*PING*

Unknown Number - Lavender girl…

JJ felt his heart skip a beat. Part of him didn’t think you would actually contact him.

*PING*

Unknown Number – Are you still free tomorrow?

Contacting him was one thing but actually wanting to hang out with him? He quickly saved your contact in his phone, the nickname he gave you seemed appropriate. He ignored the small flips in his stomach brought on by the thought of you.

*PING*

Lavender Girl - If you still want to hang out, that is.

JJ couldn’t help but smirk and shake his head at your nervousness, not noticing Pope glancing at the digital exchange.

“She uses commas when she texts? Girl after my own heart.”

JJ pushed the other boy, “Fuck off, Pope!”

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𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

[songsofadelaide]

"Hey, Platoon Leader, are you guys trying to be the next Shinomiyas?"

You looked up from your plate of food and gave Kafka an incredulous look from across your shared table. "...What?"

The older officer raised his hands in defence when he caught the strange look on your face. "O-Oh, you know! The Director General and his wife, the former Captain of the Second Division. They were a power couple. I just thought you guys were similar is all..."

"Kafka-san, you better clarify whatever it is you're saying," you chuckled at his statement. "Though I definitely do not mind being compared to the Second Division Captain Shinomiya Hikari, the gods rest her soul. She was brilliant, after all! A shining example to so many young women, myself included. We could have stood to learn a thing or two from her..."

It was a tragedy, you thought. The Director General had always been a serious man, but the unexpected death of his wife made him all the more. And now that Kafka mentioned it, the weight of the idea rested even heavier on your mind. The higher you two rise in the ranks, the more will be expected of you. The more numbered Kaiju appear, the more you will have to set out in their field.

The higher the danger risk, the more skilled personnel will have to be deployed. And seeing how the top brass acknowledged your fiancé's most recent accomplishment— subduing and neutralising Kaiju No. 10— the likelihood of him being assigned even more dangerous missions will only increase—

"You think the Vice Captain would consider growing out a beard too when he becomes Director General? Like Director General Shinomiya. I mean you did mention once that his old man was grizzled and all..." Kafka asked aloud as he helped himself to his lunch.

???

His question was so left-field that you couldn't help the laughter that escaped your stomach. "Pfft— What?! Kafka-san, wh— Hahaha!"

"I-I'm serious, though, Platoon Leader?! A beard would make him even more menacing!"

"Haha! N-No, okay, okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for bursting out laughing like that! I-It's just— Soshiro grows stubbles at an alarming rate and he always shaves because he hates being told he'd look like his father with a beard," you said, nearly breathless and tears prickling your eyes. You continued to speak as you calmed down, the seriousness of your expression prompting your lunchmate to pause his meal. "I might not be able to achieve Captain Shinomiya's legendary level of coolness or renown, but I think as long as I continue accomplishing orders, that's good enough for me."

Arriving at your table not long after your fit of laughter were the Vice Captain and another recruit— one who happened to hear your conversation right from the start.

"I—" Kikoru started, her plate slightly trembling in her hands as you met her earnest gaze. "I think you're just as cool as Captain Shinomiya, Platoon Leader! More importantly, I'd like f-for you and Vice Captain Hoshina to always be safe while in the battlefield so you can both live long and fulfilling lives! Th..."

The kind her mother never got to live.

Soshiro took his place next to you as Kafka gestured for them to sit at your shared table.

"Thank you, Kikoru-chan. I am honoured you think so highly of me. If there's anyone feels the loss our amazing Captain Shinomiya the most, that would be you," you said as you reached for the younger girl's shaking fist from across the table, giving her a gentle yet reassuring squeeze. "If Soshiro and I ever do become the Defense Force's next power couple, I can only hope we have a child as talented and dedicated as you are."

"That's assumin' we're actually still a couple," Soshiro quipped. "I could hear you laughin' at Kafka's joke from across the building. Whatever did he tell you that was so funny, sweetness?"

"Kafka-san here was just saying how cool you would look grizzled with a beard all over your handsome, handsome mug," you shot back at him as you gently gripped his chin to force him to face you. "But don't worry, sweetness, I like you just the way you are now."

Kikoru's hands flew to her mouth as her face suddenly flushed. H-How lovey-dovey of them!

"You're already plenty menacing with that sly look of yours," you continued, before slapping the table so hard that it surprised both Kafka and Kikoru, who were staring in awe at just how affectionate their superiors were being. "Now eat, eat, eat up, our little fledgelings! Eating right, getting enough sleep, and exercising are key to living long! Let's not miss out on even one of those!"

Soshiro smiled as you ate your fill along with your favourite new recruits, though he'd never hear you say that out loud. Being a power couple never appealed to him because all that mattered to him were saving lives and staying alive— to be able to live in the future you were all so earnestly fighting for.

I suppose having someone to proudly stand next to isn't such a bad idea.

[rafecameronssl4t]

All for her || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: canon fic based of s3 ep4

Warnings: swearing other than that, nothing really

Word count: 665

A/n: this actually concerning how much canon fics I’ve written/abt to write but if anyone has any request for anymore canon fics I’m more than happy to do them :)

MASTERLIST

divider by @yoonitos

As you close the front door to Tannyhill, Rafe is on the phone, pacing slightly. "Yeah, they said, um, two days on the transfer," he says," his voice strained with barely concealed tension. "it's in the works though, no worries," he assures Ward, trying to keep his tone steady as he leads you upstairs.

"Yeah, I'm upstairs, why? You said you wanted to talk about something. What's up?" Rafe questions, sitting on the edge of the bed while you settle into an armchair, your eyes on him, concerned. Rafe's expression shifts from curiosity to apprehension as he listens intently to Ward.

A heavy silence fills the room as Rafe's face drops, the weight of Ward's words hitting him hard. "Everything okay?" you ask softly, your concern growing. "Wait, wait, are you being serious?" Rafe's tone hardens, his confusion mirroring your own as you raise an eyebrow.

Pulling his phone away from his ear, Rafe looks at you with a mix of disbelief and anger. "He's giving away the fucking cross," he states, his voice filled with frustration and disbelief. Your lips part in shock. "I was just with you. What changed since then? What are you talking about?" Rafe returns back to the call, trying to piece together the sudden shift.

Rafe's struggle to maintain his composure is evident. You rise from your seat and rub his back gently, hoping to calm him. "Dad, no, no. Dad," Rafe pleads into the phone. "This cross is mine. You're taking it from me," he exclaims, his voice breaking slightly as he places a hand on your thigh for comfort.

"Listen, this is something that I got through my work, and now you're trying to make yourself feel better by giving away my shit?" Rafe's anger bubbles to the surface as he switches to speakerphone so you can hear. "And you didn't even tell me?"

"This is me telling you right now, son," Ward responds, his voice calm and steady, a stark contrast to Rafe's agitation. Rafe throws his head back in disbelief, his hand coming up to his forehead. "We've done some things, Rafe, you and I, all right?" Ward continues, and Rafe lets out a scoff. "Oh my god."

"Things that we need to atone for, and donating this cross, it's a good first step in the right direction," Ward explains, his tone calm. Rafe shakes his head at you, as you sigh knowing he won't understand his dad's reasoning. "I know that in my heart. Okay?" Ward adds. "I don't know. Maybe if Sarah finds out—"

"Sarah? Sarah!" Rafe interrupts furiously, standing up abruptly. "There it is! That's it!" he exclaims, slamming his hand on the dresser repeatedly, causing you to flinch. "There it is, Dad!" he yells into the phone. "Any more of my shit you wanna steal from me to impress Sarah?" he spits out in annoyance. "Who doesn't even give a shit about you?"

"It's Wilmington. It's tomorrow night. Get a pen. I'll give you the cargo information," Ward's voice is stern, leaving no room for argument. Rafe breathes heavily, his frustration evident. "Calm down, Rafe," you say quietly, coming up behind him and hugging him. At your touch and voice, Rafe begins to calm down.

You pull him onto the couch as he lets out a shaky breath, your thumb rubbing circles on his forearm to soothe him. "For the record, this is bullshit. Okay?" Rafe splutters. "This is my thing."

After a few seconds of silence, Rafe's features shift, and he forces a calm demeanor. "But of course, you can count on me," he says, though you can tell he feels betrayed.

Ward sighs in relief on the other end. "Okay, so listen," he begins. Rafe gets up, finding a pen and paper. "One second. Okay, Wilmington. Tomorrow night. Car 750X. Got it," he repeats, scribbling down the information.

A sudden creak from the floorboard makes both of you look toward the door. You and Rafe exchange a knowing look. "Hey, hang on—hang on. One second," Rafe says as you follow him out the room.

"Hello?" you call out as Rafe looks down the stairs. Another creak comes from the room you were just in. Rafe raises an eyebrow at you before heading back to retrieve his phone and continue the call.

"Yeah, from the wharf to the train yard," Rafe continues, his voice fading as he heads downstairs. You remain in the room, sinking back into the armchair and scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself.

Suddenly, another creak catches your attention, making you whip your head around. You find yourself face to face with Sarah, her eyes wide with panic. "Sarah..." you gasp, your eyes widening slightly as you take in her distressed appearance. Realization hitting you that she must have overheard the conversation.

"You shouldn't be here. Rafe will go crazy if he finds out you were here—" you begin, your voice urgent. But before you can finish, Sarah lunges forward, grabbing a lamp from the side table and hurling it towards you. Instinctively, you dodge to the side, the lamp crashing against the wall behind you as Sarah bolts from the room.

Heart pounding, you scramble to your feet and chase after her, calling out, "Sarah!" The urgency in your voice is palpable as you race down the stairs, desperately trying to catch up to her before Rafe sees her.

"Sarah!" you call out, your voice echoing through the hallway as you quickly follow her downstairs. Your heart races as you look around, but Rafe is nowhere to be found. Sarah dashes through the parlor, her footsteps quick and frantic, before she sprints out the front door.

You turn the corner sharply, only to collide with a solid form. The impact nearly knocks you off your feet. "Whoa—whoa, babe. What's wrong?" Rafe's concerned voice cuts through the chaos, his hands coming up to steady you, rubbing your arms in an attempt to calm you down.

"Sarah," you manage to gasp, your mind still reeling from the encounter. "What? What about her—" Rafe's eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you cut him off, the urgency clear in your voice. "Sarah was just here. She heard everything."

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

TK Babe/Baby ❤️🌈

A quote from every single time TK has called Carlos "babe" or "baby" SO FAR.

Babe/Baby Key under the cut!

Color-coded Key (I can't make text yellow, so pretend the pink is yellow!)

Thanks for being here babe. 2x02: TK thanking Carlos for being there for the tumor cake party.

Hi, baby. 2x08: A concussed TK greeting Carlos as he rushes in to save him from the murderous kidnapping bank robbers.

Two wheats, babe. 2x11: During a game of Catan.

Babe, thank god you're here. 2x12: When Carlos arrives at the firehouse as TK is fretting over why Owen got arrested for arson.

Baby, do you smell that? 2x12: When sex was interrupted by a fire.

Yeah, babe. 2x14: TK telling Carlos about Mateo's mic-drop moment during the dust storm.

Hey, baby, breathe. 3x04: TK waking up from a coma to tell Carlos to breathe.

Baby, it's 3 in the morning. 3x05: TK coming to look for Carlos when he's working on the missing child case at 3 in the morning.

Hi, babe, perfect timing. 3x07: TK greeting Carlos with an offer to play next when Carlos arrives at the firehouse to tell them about the Red vs Blue controversy.

Babe, I know you're going through it. 3x11: TK trying to get Carlos to cool it with the rage punching.

Our meeting's at 5 babe. 3x13: TK declining Carlos' offer for coffee or tea because he and Cooper have to get to their meeting.

I don't even know what that means, babe. 3x13: TK's response to Carlos telling him that he's just "trying to figure out what my place is."

Hi, baby. 3x13: TK greeting Carlos when coming home from a meeting.

Hey, babe. 3x15: TK greeting Carlos when coming home with a lizard.

Hey, baby. 3x15: TK greeting Carlos when coming home with mealworms.

Hey...babe. 3x15: TK trying his best to distract Carlos from the fact that Lou has escaped.

Oh my god, babe. 3x15: TK's reaction to finding out that Carlos found Lou and put him safely back in his tank.

Baby. 3x18: TK waking Carlos up to propose to him.

Baby, I'm serious. 3x18: TK reassuring Carlos that he's serious about this proposal.

Baby, this isn't drama. 3x18: TK telling Carlos that it isn't drama inspiring the proposal, it's love.

And baby, my life has been scarred with loss. 3x18: TK continuing to explain to Carlos the reasoning behind his proposal.

And baby, we only get so many. 3x18: TK emphasizing that every moment they're not married is a wasted moment and they only get so many moments.

Hi, baby. 4x01: TK greeting Carlos when he arrives at the firehouse.

Baby, that's fantastic! 4x01: TK's reaction to Carlos telling him that the dream wedding venue is available in 8 weeks.

Hey, babe, I was getting worried. 4x03: TK answering Carlos' call right before Carlos goes into the tunnel to get shoveled.

Stay with me, baby. 4x04: TK resuscitating Carlos.

Come on, baby. 4x04: More resuscitation.

Oh, baby, you saved your own life. 4x04: TK's response to Carlos' thanking him for saving his life.

Ok, babe. 4x12: TK nervously getting ready to interview officiants.

Babe, you don't even hike here. 4x12: TK trying to bring Carlos back to reality a bit after he says he wants to hike the Great Wall.

Babe, it's beautiful. 4x12: TK's response to being presented with a bearded dragon.

*gasp* Babe! 4x14: TK's reaction to Carlos' reveal as the pudding thief.

Yeah, babe. 4x15: TK confirming that he can see photos of the possible suspects for the kidney patient who gave him a black eye.

Babe, my dad's calling. 4x16: TK calling Carlos over to the call with Owen to find out the results of his Huntington's test.

Oh my god, baby, I'm freaking out. 4x16: TK freaking out before picking up the phone.

Babe. 4x17: TK's response to Gabriel making the offer for Carlos to join the Texas Rangers.

You should really try to, babe. 4x18: TK's response to Carlos telling him he doesn't feel much like sleeping the night after his father's funeral.

You've got nothing to be sorry about, baby. 4x18: TK reassuring a grief-stricken Carlos as they're about to postpone the wedding.

Hey, babe. 4x18: TK coming home to Carlos trying to set up a VCR.

Baby, have you been up all night? 4x18: TK waking up to a spiraling Carlos who has indeed been up all night.

Baby, when's the last time you slept for more than a couple hours? 4x18: TK trying to encourage a spiraling Carlos to get some sleep.

[authorhjk1]

Hi! Hope you can make something spectacular of Joy in this pls. The kind to easily suck her nonstop iykwim. 🥵

Blue

(Joy X Male Reader)

"You taste delicious."

You mumble into Joy's pussy, before taking a deep breath.

"I-Oh!"

Joy's words are cut off, when you resume eating her out.

After Seulgi gave in to the temptation, you were sure the rest of them would as well. And you weren't surprised at all, when it was Joy who took your hand and let you out of the girls' dressing room.

In this very moment, Irene is doing her job as a host for one of the music shows, while you are devouring her bandmate's sweet pussy.

Just like Seulgi, Joy doesn't have a clue that Irene is in on this as well. She thinks you are cheating on her leader.

You are still surprised that both women are completely fine with fucking a taken man. Even if it's one of their best friend's boyfriend. Although, you do remember that Joy and Irene had an argument this morning. You don't know what it was about. But this might be the reason, why Joy is doing is. Or at least one of the reasons.

"Oh, fuck. Your tongue."

Joy whines as she feels your tongue pressing on her clit.

"H-How isn't unnie constantly sitting on your face?"

Her lewd question makes you smile into her pussy as you keep eating her out.

While Irene does like to be fucked in front of the others, receiving oral is something she deems too intimate for the girls to see. It doesn't make sense to you, since she would happily suck you off in the living room, while they watch TV.

"Fuck! I'm gonna-!"

Joy's body trembles, her legs close around your head.

"Oh god!"

Her loud cry makes you wonder, if Irene can her hear. The two of you aren't that far away from the stage.

Joy cums on your face as you lap up her juices. She tastes similar to Seulgi, but sweeter.

As you reappear from underneath her dress, you see Joy's face after a while. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes darker than usual.

"I wanna suck your dick."

She bites her lip, once she says those words. She can't help but get turned on even more at the thought of stealing Irene's boyfriend.

You push Joy to her knees in return, while you stand up. Your pants follow her to the floor a moment later.

"I can finally appreciate it, without her being in the way."

Joy's eyes glisten with, well... joy.

She quickly wraps her lips around your cock and starts sucking. She knows the two of you don't have much time left. The other girls will be looking for her soon and Irene is almost done too.

"Damn, baby."

Your moan makes Joy put in even more effort. The fact that you called her that, instead of Irene, almost makes her ruin the floor she is kneeling on.

"That's a good girl."

You sigh, holding her hair back, while you watch Joy in action.

Eventually, you do want more though. After a couple of moments, you slowly push her head off your cock.

"I want to fuck you."

Joy smiles up at you. She lets your dick fall out of her mouth, before gathering her saliva and spitting on it.

"How do you want me?"

She coats your cock in her saliva with her hands as she asks.

"Just try to be quiet."

You reply, knowing that she probably won't be able to.

After helping Joy off her knees, you lead her towards the couch and make her sit on it. The dressing room is right to Red Velvet's, where the other girls are, so you do hope she is not gonna be too loud. Instead of just fucking her on her back, you hook your arms underneath Joy's legs and fold her in half. Her knees are now pressed against her chest and her pussy reveals itself as the hem of her blue dress rides up.

"I'm gonna breed you now."

"Oh fuck, yes."

Joy gasps as she hears your words. You align yourself with her pussy and then you push inside of her.

"Dump all of that cum in me, baby. I want everything that's meant for her."

You have to laugh internally. Irene was right. Joy has a breeding kink. You don't know how she knows, but you appreciate her telling you.

"I'm gonna give you all of it. Your pussy will drip with my cum, while you talk to her."

Joy's eyes roll back as you start fucking her into the couch. The position she is in makes her look smaller than she actually is. And easier to handle. You use Joy's pussy like a fleshlight as you have your way with her. The only thing she can do is moan and whine. She can't move.

"Pound my pussy, yes!"

You want to quiet her, by leaning over and kissing her, but you know you wouldn't be able to keep up this pace at the same time.

"Oh god!"

Joy moans and moans as you fuck her. Harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. It's the perfect angle for your cock to penetrate her fully.

Joy's slick pussy is harder to resist than you thought. Soon, her juices make it too easy to slide inside of her. Her walls squeeze you too tight. Her eyes beg too much. Her moans are too loud. Her thighs feel too good in your hands.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fill me up! Dump your load into your girlfriend's friend!"

You would laugh at her for not knowing what's actually going on, if she wouldn't be making you cum right now.

"Fuck Joy."

You hiss into her face as you shoot your load into her. Rope after rope of your cum paint her insides. You fill her to the brim with your seed.

"Yes, baby."

Joy sighs, the warmth of your cum overwhelming her.

[cheezeybread]

hihi! I saw your requests were open and was wondering if you'd do head cannons with any of the first years you want (romantic expt Ortho obvi) where the reader has natural wavy/curly hair (2C/3A) and always straightens it,but one day their straighter broke and they had to go to school with their natural hair?

HECK YEAH

As a curly-haired girlie myself, this just hits different <3

𝙁𝙩: 𝘼𝙘𝙚, 𝘿𝙚𝙪𝙘𝙚, 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙊𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙤, 𝙎𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙠

I'm SoRrY I can't write Epel that well :(

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𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀

Literally doesn't even notice anything is different.

Maybe he'll have a feeling that something's off....but he can't quite figure out what....

You're gonna have to tell him straight-up, baby, he's about as thick in the head as they come. Ain't nothing getting in his brain.

Of course, once you tell him, Ace tries to play it off like he knew but was just waiting for YOU to be comfortable enough to share it with him.

God love him, he tries to hard to be cool.

But by golly, he absolutely LOVES this natural hair of yours now that he notices it

He's totally gonna think of reasons to drag you all over school grounds, just so everyone in the entire school can see you and your fancy-dancy hair!

Even if you tell him you don't think it's fancy-dancy, he does NOT agree and WILL keep calling it that.

The next day, when you come to classes with it straightened again, he's obviously gonna sulk about it a little bit...and after he overhears something about straightened hair losing its straight-ness when wet....he's gonna find a way to dump water on you so he can see your wavy hair again!

Which might be the wrong route, but he just loves you so much and can't get enough of your hair.

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𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄

"Ohhhh, my mom straightens her hair, too! Why not just leave it natural?"

He's well-versed with the world of hair-styling simply from his mother's own routines when she was younger.

Now that he knows your secret, he's totally gonna buy you hair supplies specifically FOR your natural hair...you know, he was just out shopping at the school store and came across this special cream that reduces frizziness, why don't you try it out??

Of course, if you tell him that you prefer to have it straightened (either for convenience, or because you're self-conscious about it), he'll do his best to support your decision, and he'll stop buying the wavy hair products.

Heck, he'll even try his hand at straightening your hair for you!

He'll burn his fingers a lot the first few tries (which he makes you "kiss the pain away". He's a bit cringe, but hey, he's your cringe), but soon enough, he'll be an expert with that sucker!

You now have a new hairstylist! Tadaaaa

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋

He's such a king, he notices right away what's up with your hair and gives you a nod of appreciation.

Jack may not be the best with words, especially not words of affection, but he's working on it for you! So expect some shy compliments of how nice you look!

You can even catch him whispering under his breath sometimes about how he "likes the look" and you should "wear it more often", but if you ask him to repeat what he said so you can hear it better, he'll get flustered and say something like "I SAID IT'S REALLY HOT OUT"

He's pretty chill about the whole thing, ngl. He doesn't try to pressure you to straighten it again nor leave it how it is, he just appreciates it whatever style it's in. The natural look, he's just considering it as a treat!

PLEASE start wearing your natural hairstyle around this poor man, because he's not going to ask you to do it, even though he reeeeeally wants you to.

Poor Jack just figures that you should do what you want- after all, it IS your hair.

Once he learns about straight + wetness = curly hair, expect some swim dates, and walks in the rain.

You've been warned

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𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃

The poor little dude is trying so hard to figure out what's wrong with you at first

But then when he gets closer to you, he realizes that it's just your hair, in a different style!

He knows that people can curl their hair, straighten it, and do whatever they want to it, so why should he be so surprised?

More likely than not, he already knew your hair type was different from the straight hairstyle you wore everyday, simply from scanning you for injuries when he hangs out with you (Yes, he most definitely checks you over every time, he can't have his friend getting hurt and not do anything about it!)

Once you tell him your tale of woe regarding your hair straightener, Ortho lights up and offers to fix it for you! He also has a built-in mini hair-straightener (because he has everything else, why not!) and offers to straighten your hair right here, right now, if you want!

Truth be told, he likes any of your hairstyles, so wear whatever you want with pride!

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𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐊 𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓

Yells very loudly when he first sees you: "WITCH, THEY'RE A WITCH"

But then he realizes that they're all at a school for magic-users, and that you're the only one amongst them that DOESN'T actually have magic!

So he's just very confused as to how you changed you hair so suddenly.

When you tell him about your hair straightener breaking and how this is your natural kind of hair, he immediately wants to see the straightener.

He's so awestruck by this little device that's an over-glorified piece of hot iron.

"I WILL TAKE THIS MACHINE UNDER MY CHARGE", he loudly exclaims, taking your hair straightener and rushing back to the Diasomnia house.

He'll definitely get someone in Ignihyde to fix it (Or, rather, he'll get Lilia to go in his stead to get someone to fix it, but once it's all nice and working again, he's gonna use that sucker until it breaks again!

Everyone in Diasomnia walks around with badly-straightened hair. Half of the dorm member's hair is already straight, so Sebek tried to make it even STRAIGHTER.....there's a thick hair-burnt smell hanging around the dorm.

But yeah, you're not getting your straightener back after that. Besides, Sebek likes your wavy hair! It matches your personality a lot more, in his opinion ;)

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[jeonginsleftcheek]

Me or him (part 3)

~part 1 & part 2

pairing: felix x afab!reader x hyunjin

genre: angst, smut

word count: 2.6k

warning/s: swearing, brief description of sex, cheating, lots of drama & angst in this chapter, brief description of a panic attack, toxic behaviour, lots of fighting

a/n: i was supposed to work on cult of love but i was in an angsty mood, so enjoy ig and please reblog if you like it🫶🏻 (also this is not the ending of this fic, there will be more)

~check out my: Masterlist

Hyunjin knows that Felix has always been a touchy-feely guy. He knows it's the way his friend expresses love. And he's used to it.

But he couldn't help but notice the lingering touches between his girlfriend and his best friend. Even though all three of you are friends, it seemed that gradually, hugs between you and Felix were tighter and longer.

He told himself that he's just imagining things and that there is no way there would ever be anything like that happening between the two of you.

Not when you're smiling at him so beautifully, bathed in the afternoon sun, wearing your pretty dress as you share a picnic blanket.

Hyunjin's hands itch to take out his sketchbook and fill it with yet another sketch of you, the lines and curves etched into his mind so deep that he could draw you in his sleep.

But he longs more to feel you closer to him so while you bask in the beauty of the nature around you, he sneakily sits behind you, arms around your waist as he pulls you into his embrace.

You shriek in surprise, your back flush against his chest as he leans his chin on your shoulder.

"What are you doing?"- you chuckle.

"I wanna hold you a little while, before I start sketching you."- Hyunjin smiles, gently moving your hair to the other side.

You're about to answer something witty but Hyunjin's lips are pressed into your skin, right over your pulse that reveals your heart beating fast.

"Oh..."- is all that leaves your lips as your boyfriend kisses you gently and holds you tight.

Your eyes are closed and you tilt your head, enjoying the quiet and the warmth.

You're about to lose yourself when Hyunjin suddenly pulls away.

"Why'd you stop?"- you whine and he laughs cutely and annoyingly at your pouty face.

"We can continue this at home."- he smirks and kisses your cheek.

And you don't think about Felix.

Until you do. Until he somehow creeps into your mind while Hyunjin sketches you. And you wonder what he's doing right now and if he's thinking about you too.

And you also wonder why are you thinking about another man when all you need to be happy is right here with you, your sweet boyfriend Hyunjin who always tries his best and loves you more than you know?

-

You and Hyunjin stumble into your apartment, giddy with the good vibes you shared on your picnic date. You're laughing until you almost choke on your spit when you see Felix standing in your living room.

"Ugh... I let myself in. Hope y'all don't mind."

Right. He knows where the spare key is hidden.

"Lix! Oh my god, I haven't seen you in weeks!"- Hyunjin is quick to greet his friend and you feel like your legs are heavy. Like you've grown roots and you can't move from where you're standing.

"Yeah, sorry, I was working on some projects."- Felix says and looks at you, his arms opening up, silently beckoning you in a hug.

You move towards him automatically and pat him awkwardly. Hyunjin watches the whole interaction.

"Hi, y/n."- Felix smiles like nothing is wrong. "I brought brownies."- he adds, pointing to the kitchen.

"Oh we haven't had those in a long time. I missed them actually."- Hyujin says and almost skips to the kitchen. Little does he know you've had those brownies for breakfast more times than you can count.

You throw daggers at Felix with your eyes while Hyunjin is busy digging into the tupperware his friend brought.

Felix gives you a smug smile before it melts into his innocent one.

"I thought we could hang out today. I'm sorry I didn't call in advance. I just wanted to surprise you guys."- he says.

"Nonsense! You're always welcome here, Lix."- Hyunjin says. "Right, y/n?"

"Yeah, ofcourse."- you nod.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom."- Hyunjin gets up and leaves the kitchen.

You wait and listen for the bathroom door to click.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"- you whisper to Felix, fuming at his presence in your apartment.

"Me? Nothing. I'm here just to hang out with my friends. Is that not allowed?"- he smirks.

"What are you planning?"- you squint, your heart beating fast in anger, hands already starting to shake.

"Nothing. But, I must say. You look really pretty in that dress. How come you never wear dresses for me?"- Felix bites on his lip, giving you the elevator eyes.

"Why would I wear dresses for you?"- you say through gritted teeth.

"You're really hot when you're mad."- he whispers, reaching his hand to touch your face but you grab his wrist mid-air.

"Don't touch me."- you say angrily, and both of you step away from each other as you hear Hyunjin coming back.

Felix just smirks at you again.

And even though you tried to get out of it, make just the two of them hang out or somehow make Felix leave, you ended up sitting on the couch between them.

Hyunjin suggested a movie night, and Felix was ofcourse all for it and that's how you ended up practically cuddled between them.

Your brain is racing, heart beating out of your chest as Hyunjin leans his head on your shoulder and comments on the movie, completely unaware of Felix's wandering hand under the blanket.

You couldn't believe he was this bold. Hyunjin was not even an arm's length away from him and Felix somehow managed to sneak his hand on your thigh.

At first, you jumped a little and Hyunjin asked if you were alright and you made some poor excuse as Felix squeezed your plushy flesh.

You hated how it made you feel, how any touch by him, even if it was feather-like made your core throb. Felix knew exactly what he was doing.

So, you decided to excuse yourself and go to bed.

Hyunjin kept asking if you were alright and you kept answering that you were just tired.

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You weren't tired, no far from that. You were turned on by Felix touching you while Hyunjin was right there. What the hell is wrong with you?, you think.

"Baby, you okay?"- Hyunjin peers into your room.

"Did Lix leave?"- you ask.

"He did."- Hyunjin says and comes in, closing the door behind him. "Are you mad at him or something?"- he cautiously asks, kneeling behind you as you lay wrapped up in your blanket.

"No... I just wanted us to have the day to ourselves."- you say.

"Aw baby, I'm all yours now, I promise."- Hyunjin leans over you, kissing your head. "You still tired or you wanna continue where we left off today?"- he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows and you chuckle at him as you turn to look at him.

"Remind me where we left off."- you tease and Hyunjin grips your blanket, slowly pulling it down and leaving you just in a shirt and panties.

He leans in and kisses your neck, his hands splayed on your hips as you spread your legs to make room for him.

You try hard to not think about anything or anyone else, as Hyunjin's gentle hands caress your skin, his lips hot against you, worshipping you with all he has.

You're still trying, when Hyunjin's deep inside you, touching spots no one else has, when he whispers praise and love into your ear. Your head is thrown back, eyes closed and you clench around him.

"Ah- Felix!"- lost in the pleasure, it slips out of your lips and you both freeze.

"What did you just say?"- Hyunjin stops his movement and your eyes snap open.

"What did I say?"- you hope he hasn't heard you. You hope you hadn't said it actually, maybe you just thought of it.

"Why the hell would you moan Felix's name?"- Hyunjin asks, slipping out of you, his face unreadable.

"I- I don't know, Hyun! It slipped out! We were hanging out with him earlier and-" -you scramble to sit up.

"Bullshit! We hung out with him a million times before and you've never moaned his name while were making love."- Hyunjin stands up, clearly mad.

"Hyunjin, it's not what you think-"

"And what is it I'm thinking y/n? Why don't you enlighten me?"

"I-"

"I can't do this right now."- Hyunjin shakes his head, picking some of his clothes up.

"Where are you going?"- you ask, eyes already welling up with tears.

"To clear my head, before I do shit I'll regret."- he says and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

You can't believe you just did that. You can't believe you moaned your lovers name right into your boyfriend's face.

Your heart starts racing as your stomach churns. Your breaths become laboured and your hands shake. You feel like you're slipping into a panicked state, unable to even see because of the tears blurring your vision.

Your hand reaches out for your phone and you shakily manage to go into your contacts and click on his name.

"F-Felix?"- your ears are buzzing.

"Y/n?"- he answers.

"Where a-are you?"- you barely choke out, a sob escaping your lips.

"I'm home. Where are you? What's wrong?!"- he sounds concerned.

"I... I made a mistake. Hyunjin left. Please. Please come see me. I think - I think I'm gonna have a panic attack."- you somehow manage to say.

"Fuck, okay I'll be right there. Just, just stay with me on the phone, okay? Just try and take deep breaths together with me, hm?"- you hear rustling, and him slamming the door of his apartment, you assume.

"Okay, I'll try."- you say, tears now freely streaming down your cheeks as you still sit in bed, clutching the blanket that is wrapped around your shaking body.

"I'll drive as fast as I can, okay?"- he says.

"Be safe."- you say, and Felix's hands grip the wheel harshly as he hits the gas.

"Sure."- he says. "Now, let's try and take those deep breaths in."

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Felix arrives in less than twelve minutes, you hear his hurried footsteps running from the door to your room.

"Y/n?"- he calls out as he walks in and you look up at him, still in the same spot you were in when Hyunjin stormed out.

You can't really talk as you sob and hiccup and Felix rushes to your side, grabbing your shaking hands.

"What happened?"- he asks and you shake your head.

"It's okay, I'm here."- Felix sighs sadly, pulling you into his embrace, your hands grip his shirt and you bury your face into his chest and keep crying.

He's caressing your head, shushing you and whispering comforting words like he always does.

You manage to calm down a little after a few minutes.

"Can you tell me what happened now?"- Felix asks quietly, his hands coming up to wipe away your tears.

"I fucked up. I fucked up bad."

"What did you do?"- he asks, taking your hands in his once again.

"I- I accidentally said your name while Hyunjin and I were- you know-"

"Oh. Oh."- Felix looks stunned.

"He was so mad, Lix. Like he already knew something."

"What did he say?"

"He said he needs to clear his head before he does something he'll regret."- you say.

"Look, I'm not gonna lie and say I wouldn't be glad if the two of you broke up. But, I'm also your friend and I don't want you to be hurt."

"It's too late. I already hurt myself, it's all my fault."- you start crying again.

"Shh, I'm at fault too. You're not alone in this, y/n."- Felix says as he holds your face and leans in to kiss you and you let him.

You don't know why but you always let him. Your brain and your body find comfort in Felix, even though it's wrong. Even if he's using you in your fucked up state.

A voice inside you tells you he isn't just using you and that's probably why you can never push him away.

Not even when the bedroom doors open and you hear Hyunjin scoff.

Felix and you practically fly away from each other, startled by the sound.

"Hyunjin!"- you freak out as Felix stands up from the bed.

"I can't believe I was right. After everything, both of you put a knife in my back."- Hyunjin eyes the both of you, something distant and cold in his usually warm eyes.

"Hyunjin it's not-"

"Shut up, you cheating whore!"- he loses it suddenly.

"Don't talk to her like that!"- Felix intervenes.

"Or what? You gonna hit me after you fucked my girlfriend, huh best friend?"

Felix shuts his mouth, guilt finally catching up to him as a lump forms in his throat.

"How long have you two been going behind my back? Just answer me that."- Hyunjin breathes deeply, his ears and neck painted red in rage.

"A year or so."- you answer quietly.

"A year- Okay. Well. I'm done with the both of you. Don't even bother trying to explain or contact me. I'll send someone to pick my stuff up from here cause I don't ever wanna see your faces again. You two are disgusting and you deserve each other. Now you can enjoy together without me being in the way of your happiness."- Hyunjin spits and you can see tears forming in his eyes but he turns around quickly before either of you can react and he's gone.

Hyunjin is gone.

Rage bubbles up inside you, you're mad. You're mad at your poor decision making, at your weakness, you're mad at throwing away a good thing, you're mad at Felix but mostly at yourself.

Still, you take it out on him.

You get up and grab some of your clothes as Felix watches you getting dressed quickly.

"Are you happy now, Felix?"- you say angrily.

"Me? Oh, so now this is all my fault."- he throws his hands up angrily.

"It's not but you said you'd be happy if Hyunjin and I broke up. Are you happy now?"

"I didn't say that exactly. But, I'm also not exactly sad. I'm only worried about you."

"You don't get to worry about me."- you say, shaking with anger.

"W-what do you mean? What about us?"- his voice wavers.

"Us? There is no us, Felix. There never was and there never will be."

"Don't - don't say that. You don't mean that."- Felix looks pained. Your heart hurts because of everything. You can't take it. You can't look at him. Not right now.

"What, you thought I'd jump into your arms the moment Hyunjin steps out?"

"You don't have a problem jumping into my arms any time you feel like it."- Felix crosses his arms.

"What does that mean?"

"What I said. You call me. I always answer. You invite yourself to my apartment. I always let you in. You need a shoulder to cry on, you always lean on me. You need someone to fuck your sadness away, so I let you use me. Did you ever ask if I needed support? A shoulder to cry on? Did you ever ask how I feel?"- he's angry now, his lips trembling.

"Don't make this about you."- you say.

"No, because everything is about you. And I still want to stay next to you. Even if you're being selfish, I'd take it. I'd take any crumb you give me, like a fucking stray dog."- Felix says angrily.

"That sounds like your problem and not mine. I don't want you here. Not anymore. I want you to leave."- you say coldly.

"Really? You don't... You don't care about me at all?"

You don't answer, turning your back to him as your eyes water again.

"Goodbye, Felix."

Taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @yongbokkiesworld @selinia86 @xxkhxndlelitexx @hash2013

[elcvatedhorror]

Can you do a request where Tara comforts reader from a nightmare they had? It mostly involved losing Tara

"i'm right here" - tara carpenter

summary - (takes places after the events of scream 5, you have a nightmare about that one night. the night you still feel guilty about.)

sorry if the writings a little bad, but.. i'm back!!

you were laying on the couch watching a movie. you hadn't been able to see tara because you had work today, so you opted to see her the next day. you had called her as you left work and made sure she was okay, and assured her that you two would see each other tomorrow. she really wanted you to come over after work, but you were too tired, you told her. she tried to get you to come. you loved tara, but she was really really clingy at times, you didn't mind though. you didn't love her any less.

you had started to drift off to sleep, but you jolted awake as your phone rang. it was tara.

"tara? are you okay?" you asked, your mind immediately saying something was wrong from how late she had called you, she never called so late.

a voice was heard.

"y/n! i think.. i think someone's in the house, they called me just a few minutes ago saying they were going to kill you, and i said it was bullshit until they sent me a picture of you in your living room and.. and.."

"what?" you said, taking the covers off of you and you glanced at the window not too far from you, scanning to see if there was anyone outside, but there wasn't. "tara.. slow down, okay what's wrong, who called you?"

"i don't know! some guy.. he said he was from my mom's group, and i believed him until he started going off track and started asking me about my favorite scary fucking movies! and -"

the line went dead.

"tara?"

"tara?"

shit. you grabbed your keys that were in front of you on the table and bolted out of the front door without a second thought.

on the way to tara's, you tried to call the landline, and her phone, but each went to voicemail. you were panicking. frantic. you didn't know whether tara was alive or not. you didn't want to hope for the worst.

soon enough, you pulled up to tara's house. every light was on. upstairs, downstairs, you name it.

you shut the car off, and ran to the front door, banging on it.

no answer.

you banged again, harder this time.

still no answer.

"goddamnit!" you said, sweat starting to cascade down your head.

'wait' you thought. tara always had a spare key incase you came over. and sure enough, it was under the mat below your feet.

with sweaty hands you grabbed the key, and unlocked the door.

"tara?" you called out. "tara! tara where are you?" you turned the corner nearing the kitchen and you saw blood.

it was everywhere. you searched the room for any sign of the attacker, but he was gone.

you were too late.

"tara!" you yelled, kneeling down beside her. it seemed as if she had more then eight stab wounds in her torso. she was bleeding out horribly.

"no.. no..no.. tara? it's.. it's okay.. i'm here.. i'm gonna get help.. shit!" you tried to add a bit of pressure to stop the bleeding, but it was no use.

"y/n?" you heard. it was a whisper but you heard.

"i'm gonna get help tar, don't speak, okay? just.. just hang on!"

you pulled your phone out of your pocket, tears streaming down your face, with blood all over your hands. it was hard to even type in the passcode, let alone dial 911. but you did, thank god.

"hello? please.. help! my girlfriend she.. she got stabbed!" you tried to get the words out but you couldn't, your chest heaving up and down.

"tara? tara stay with me okay, help..help is on the way, i promise! just stay with me... stay with me."

you cradled her head in your hands, bringing yours down to meet.

"oh god.. i should've came.. i could've..."

"y/n..."

'y/n...."

"Y/N!"

you jolted awake, scanning the room, your shirt wet from sweat. your eyes then landed on the figure next to you.

"tara?"

"y/n.. it's okay, i'm here.. was it a nightmare again?" she asked her hands cupping your face as you melted into them, eyes closed.

"yeah.. i.. you're okay.." you said, panting.

"i'm okay, see?" she grabbed your hand placing it on her heart. "i'm okay, i'm alive, and i'm breathing." she chuckled.

"do you want to talk about it?"

"i.. maybe tomorrow. can i just hold you.. please?" you asked, finally opening your eyes.

"of course you can."

you pulled her close, needing to hear her every breath as she slept, needing to know that she was close by you for the rest of the night.

[toxophilitis]

Spread, Auntie, Spread conclusion

CHAPTER TEN

Lori sat close to Marty as he drove her to the restaurant where she had left her car. He drove with one hand, the other slipped between her thighs. Lori idly fondled his cock.

"So," she said, smiling at him, "you've been fucking my sister for sorne time, huh? Before you met me, even."

"Does it make you mad?"

"Are you kidding?" She pressed down on his cock. "You saw what Karen and I did. Why should I be mad? My God, Marty, it's a dream come true!"

He squeezed her thigh, high up, near her bushy cunt.

As she got into her own car at the restaurant, she turned to wave at him, but he was driving out of the lot already. Lori drove home, feeling very good. Her only disappointment was that Karen and Bob had not told her all about this before. But everything has worked out so far, she thought as she parked.

Entering the house, she found Janice and Stevie watching television. She had been gone almost two and a half hours. She smiled when she saw them naked.

"Okay, you two," she said happily, "what's been going on here?"

They came to her, hugging her tightly. "We've just been fucking, Aunt Lori," Janice said. Then she wrinkled her nose, sniffing. "So have you."

"Have I!" Lori laughed. "I need a shower. Listen, while I take a shower, you two pack up your suitcases. I've got to take you home this afternoon."

"Maybe we'll just live here with you," Stevie said, pinching her ass. "Would that be okay?"

"It sure would, baby." Lori shook her ass at him. "But I don't think your mother and father would like it. Come on, I've got to clean up then take you two home."

By the time Lori had showered and changed her clothing, she found Janice and Stevie ready. Wearing a pair of tight shorts that exposed the lower curves of her ass, Lori was surprised to see that Janice, too, had on a pair that showed her saucy ass off.

"I don't think I can take you home wearing that," she said to Janice.

"Why not?" Janice questioned, looking at her aunt's ass. "You're showing your ass, too."

"But everyone knows me," Lori said. "Your mother and father know what a sexy person I am. That's the difference, honey."

"I'm gonna wear them anyway," Janice pouted. "I won't change."

"You want me to get in trouble with my sister?" Lori asked. "And your father?"

"Aw, they won't say anything to you, Aunt Lori," Stevie said. "Come on, if we have to go home, let's get it over with."

By the time they arrived at Bob and Karen's house, Janice and Stevie had settled down. Lori knew they did not really want to stay with her all the time. But then again, the past week had changed everyone's life.

Perhaps Janice and Stevie would miss fucking her enough to visit more often, like three or four times a week. Karen surely would not keep them away from her now.

She noticed that Marty's car was parked at the curb, and wondered why he was there.

Her first shock came when they entered the house.

Janice gave a running leap into her father's arms, wrapping her slim legs about his waist as Bob clutched the small ass of his daughter, kissing her on her mouth as though she were a grown woman.

Her second shock was when she saw her sister wrap her arms about Stevie, and the boy shoved his face into Karen's thrusting tits.

Her third shock came when she saw Bob's cock bulging in his pants and Janice squirming her tight little crotch against his hard-on.

Her fourth shock was to see Stevie lift his mother's dress in back and fondle her naked asscheeks.

Then she was no longer shocked -- she laughed.

"I'll be damned!" Lori laughed.

"Wouldn't you much rather be fucked than damned?" Karen smiled at her sister. "That's what we do most of the time around this house fuck."

Marty came behind Lori, wrapping his arms about her and holding her firm, straining tits in his hands, nuzzling at her neck. She arched her ass back against him, finding his cock hard in his pants.

Bob brought drinks for them, and Janice and Stevie sprawled on the floor, watching the three with gleaming, interested eyes.

Lori found out, to her surprised pleasure, that her sister and brother-in-law had not only been fucking with different people on his business trips, but they had been fucking many years with Janice and Stevie.

"And when they became, old enough," Karen said, "we pulled them into bed with us. We don't discriminate in this house. A hard cock can fuck any hot pussy available... and me and my daughter always have hot cunts!"

Lori sat next to Marty, who had draped an arm over her shoulder and was playing with her tit. She had been so absorbed in listening to Karen and Bob that she did not realize he had removed her tit from her blouse. When she became aware of it, she giggled and cupped his hand tighter around her tit.

Stevie now sat next to his mother, and Janice was on her father's lap. Lori watched with growing excitement as Karen opened her son's pants and pulled his hard cock out.

Glancing at Janice and her father, Lori saw that Bob's cock was out and that Janice had his prick gripped tightly between her hot, smooth thighs, rubbing his cock slowly along her pussy.

Lori pulled Marty's prick free and slowly jacked on his cock as she saw Karen lower her face to her son's lap, licking her tongue up and down his throbbing prick. Janice was thrusting her tongue into her father's mouth as he cupped one of her writhing asscheeks, his cock sliding up and down between her thighs.

Clothing began to be removed, and Lori sat with excitement, watching, her hand holding Marty's cock tightly. She saw her sister undress Stevie, then remove her own clothing. She watched as Bob stripped his eager little daughter, then removed his own clothing.

"We have a rule," Karen said as she moved her mouth toward her son's dripping cock, "that anyone who stays overnight in this house has to go naked."

"Am I staying overnight?" Lori asked happily.

"Only if you're naked," Bob said, pulling his daughter onto his lap. His cock was long and hard, and Lori began removing her clothing as she watched his big prick slip easily into his daughter's cunt.

By the time she was naked, so was Marty.

Lori moved to her knees, leaning over the coffee table so she could watch Janice bounce her sweet little ass up and down on her father's throbbing cock... so she could see Karen sucking vigorously on her son's cock.

She felt Marty probing at her pussy with his hard-on, and reached behind her and took hold of his prick, guiding his cock to where she wanted to be fucked.

"In my ass, Marty!" she gurgled, twisting her naked ass about. "Fuck me up the ass!"

Her eyes bulged with delight as she watched her sister sucking on Stevie's prick, watched Bob fucking his daughter's tight, young cunt. Karen's ass was turned toward Bob, and he was working a finger not only into his wife's hairy cunt but had one fucking in and out of her asshole, too.

Lori felt Marty's cock slip into her asshole, and she squealed with the deliciousness of it. Her asshole clenched around his cock as he began to fuck in and out, gripping her writhing, twisting hips with his hands.

"Oooo, up the ass!" she shouted, her eyes blazing as she watched Karen suck her son's cock. "Fuck me up my hot ass, Marty! Give it to me hard! Ram that big cock up my fucking, hot, tight asshole!"

She gazed with steamy eyes at the way her niece's hairless cunt sucked at the huge cock of her father. She stared with excitement at the hairy balls as Bob hunched his hips up and down. Janice was not actually sitting on her father's lap, but squatting, and the cheeks of her ass parted, exposing the dainty pucker of her asshole.

Lori reached out and caressed a fingertip about her niece's asshole, feeling the slippery shaft of her brother-in-law's cock as he fucked in and out of Janice's tight, bubbling cunt.

Lori watched as her sister sucked on Stevie's cock hungrily, making soft crooning sounds. She felt Marty's cock fucking in and out of her clenching asshole faster, hearing him grunt with effort.

There was no conversation, no talk of any sort. The only sounds in the living room were the sounds of delighted fucking and sucking.

Lori wiggled her naked ass to and fro as Marty fucked his prick deep into her asshole. Lori could not take her eyes off her sister, who was gurgling with the ecstasy of sucking her [missing text].

She could not take her eyes from the huge thickness of Bob's cock as Janice twisted and churned her sweet little ass up and down.

Lori's hairy cunt was bubbling with wave after wave of orgasm. She felt as if a cock were fucking her cunt as well as her asshole. Her tits were crushed against the coffee table as she continued to rub and fondle the tightly puckered asshole of her niece.

Being fucked in the ass, being able to watch her sister sucking on Stevie's cock, seeing Bob fucking his daughter's tight, hairless cunt, sent Lori's mind into a reeling, exploding orgasm. It seemed to her as though she were coming from every pore of her beautiful, curvy body.

Every nerve was tingling in orgasmic ecstasy. Her asshole squeezed Marty's cock, and the sensation caused his hairy balls to draw up tight. Then he gushed thick come juice up Lori's ass. She screamed with the intensity of her orgasm, but her eyes never lost sight of what was happening before her contorted face.

She saw Janice plunge her, little ass down hard and tight on her father's cock, and she saw his cock ripple as he gushed come juice into Janice's tightly gripping pussy. She saw the tiny asshole of Janice as it flexed, showing that Janice, too, was coming. Janice was squealing loudly with the pleasure, grinding her small ass about her father's spurting cock.

Then Stevie arched up, his cock going deep into the hungry mouth of his mother. He grunted as he came, flooding his mother's hungry mouth with thick come juice.

Karen gulped hotly, her tongue licking her son's spurting cock, swallowing in a frenzied attempt to get it all. Karen's ass and cunt erased upon the fingers of her husband as she came, her naked body shaking with delight.

After Marty had pulled his cock from her asshole, Lori sat on the floor, her legs crossed, her tits and cunt tingling. She looked at them all, a smile of delight on her face.

"I hope this means I don't have to leave at midnight," she said.

"Why midnight, Aunt Lori?" Janice asked.

"You know about Cinderella, don't you?" Lori laughed. "At midnight, the party ended. I just hope I don't wake up in bed and find it has all been one hell of a fantastic dream."

"You won't," Karen laughed. "When you wake up, you'll find it was real. The only thing I can't promise you is who will be sticking his cock or tongue up your hairy cunt. Around here, you never know."

"That's fine with me," Lori said, leaning back against Marty, nuzzling at his cock and balls. "I don't mind who wakes me up with a hard cock or hungry tongue."

THE END

[sophrosynesworld]

Black and Blues (Pt. 2)

Part One: Your peaceful morning is interrupted by Izuku Midoriya knocking on your door.

The elevator ride is silent. Izuku isn’t in the mood to joke around, either. We’re both hurting and if I'm being honest, this feels just like high school all over again. Losing him the first time was almost too much. How can I do this again? Our last moments of silence are cut short with a chime as the elevator doors open, unleashing the chaos of DynaCorp.

"Can someone please find Mrs. Bakugo an appropriate outfit?" A few assistants rush off in different directions. My fingers fidget with the hem of my shorts as camera crews set up their equipment.

"Mrs. Dynamite, you need to issue Plan C42. Sign here." A pen and clipboard are shoved toward me. Izuku snatches the paperwork and throws it aside.

"She's not signing that. He's been gone less than 48 hours; Kacchan has taken spontaneous trips to Spain that have lasted longer than this."

"What's C42?" I ask, tugging lightly on his jacket to refocus his attention on me. Midoriya gently wraps a hand around my wrist and pulls me away from the mob of demands.

Before Izuku can answer, another assistant follows us with a phone. "Mrs. Bakugo, the shareholders' meeting is about to start. They need you on the call now."

"Wait, I don't—"

"Mrs. Bakugo, the PR team needs a statement regarding Mr. Bakugo's absence," another voice interjects.

"One thing at a time!" I snap, feeling overwhelmed.

Izuku squeezes my hand reassuringly. He leans down to my level and looks me in the eyes. "C42 signs your authority over to the board of directors. Katsuki is smart. He's a shark when it comes to business." Izuku's voice is slow, low, and deliberate.

"Why are they all acting like he's already dead?" I mutter.

"Katsuki owns 65% of DynaCorp. The majority shareholder can never be outvoted," Izuku explains, trying to keep me focused.

"Mrs. Bakugo, please, the meeting!" the assistant with the phone insists.

"I'll be right there," I say, turning back to Izuku. "What do I do?"

"Don't sign anything until we know more," he advises. "Let's get through this one step at a time."

As I nod, yet another assistant rushes up with a tablet. "Mrs. Bakugo, the legal team needs your approval on these documents."

Izuku intercepts the tablet. "We'll review everything later. Your job is crowd control. Keep everyone from panicking. I'll handle the business side of things until this evening."

The rest of the day is a blur of meetings, phone calls, and urgent requests. My head is screaming, but by the time we finally leave the office, it's well past dark. I never knew Katsuki dealt with all of this on a daily basis. No wonder he's always stressed out… I should buy more plants.

Izuku and I sit in my apartment, surrounded by takeout containers from our favorite restaurant. The scent of fresh rice and fried chicken bites fills the room as we go over stacks of documents spread across the coffee table.

Izuku picks up a dumpling with his chopsticks, glancing at me with a concerned expression. "You holding up?"

I sigh, leaning back against the couch. "Barely. This is all so much."

"We'll figure it out," he assures me, setting the dumpling down and picking up a contract. "Look, this one is about the board's emergency powers. We need to make sure they don't try to use it against you."

I nod, taking a small bite of my egg roll. "Thank you, Izuku. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Kacchan loves you," he replies softly. "He made me promise to protect you if something like this ever happened."

As we continue working, our phones begin to explode with notifications. Message after message rolls in, begging us to turn on the TV. Izuku reaches for the remote and switches to the local news channel.

"Oh my god." My mouth drops as my hand raises to cover it. I rise to my feet in horror while Izuku can't seem to move fast enough, his arms turning me around, wrapping me in a cocoon, attempting to shield my eyes from the screen.

"Recently released footage shows ProHero Dynamite being held hostage in an unknown location. The following footage contains graphic images that might not be suitable for viewers."

I thrash in his grasp, trying to turn around and view the TV, but Izuku holds me in place. Katsuki's voice flows through the speaker.

"Bluejays are born to fly. Are they not?"

I stomp on Izuku's foot and slip out of his grip during his moment of surprise. My eyes lock onto the screen as someone with an electricity quirk shocks him. My poor baby looks so broken, but he keeps repeating over and over.

"Bluejays are born to fly. Are they not?"

My body moves toward the TV, trying to comfort him in some way. My hand trembles as I reach out to touch the screen, but Izuku grabs me and rushes us out of the apartment.

"What are you doing?" Our door shuts behind us as we move down the hallway. Instead of our usual elevator ride, he opens the stairwell door and clears the room.

"Stay low, come on."

We descend the stairs quickly, the echo of our footsteps bouncing off the walls. The urgency in Izuku's voice makes my heart race faster.

"They're coming after you," he says as we reach the parking garage.

"What?"

"Bakugo was repeating a code phrase. Bluejay is you. They're targeting you."

We reach the car, and Izuku pushes me inside, quickly getting in the driver's seat. The moment he starts the engine, he locks the doors and speeds out of the garage.

"Why do they want me?" I question, my voice trembling.

"I don't know yet," Izuku replies, glancing at me with determination. "But we're going to find out. And we're going to get Kacchan back."

[mywitchcultblr]

I find it amusing how some anonymous users call you a hater and a child throwing a tantrum (as if sending hateful messages wasn't). How can they be so blind to this?

The DLC writing is dogshit at best, and I am being generous. FromSoftware not only butchered Miquella's character but other things too. What happened to him wanting to cure his and Malenia's curse? There's no mention of that. The Haligtree—supposedly a home for the shunned and mistreated? Nothing. Granting Godwyn a true death? Nada. The Eclipse? Pfff. The Outer gods and the unalloyed gold? What about him being Torrent's former master? (As the promotional art implied) And the steed choosing the Tarnished? If I recall correctly, wasn't Torrent meant to pick lords? So this means Miquella trusted Torrent enough to let it choose him a consort, yet our role there is practically non-existent. Besides that, as far as I'm concerned, for one to become a god, one must be in contact with the Elden Ring, such as Ranni did, yet we don't see that in the DLC. And the thing that bugs me the most is Miquella abandoning parts of himself, like his love. Like, yeah, "Age of Compassion," but there's something you need for that and it is, y'know, love??? Where's the sense in that? Wasn't the whole point of him become a god and fix Marika's mess in the Lands Between? Not following her steps.

I'm not even going to mention Radahn because his presence here is as irrelevant as in the game.

THANK YOU ANON! Finally someone with sense! People who are saying "Oh you are just angry because the DLC doesnt confirm your headacanon or expectation." The expectation exist because of hints and lore that already exist in the base game, of course you will want to see the big pay off in Shadow. Imagine if you are Dr. Who fan and seeing 13th Doctor turned into a weeping angel but then in the next episode it doesn't go anywhere and she's immediately fine again

I will list others things that aggravate me about SOTE

The battle between Malenia and Radahn: In the base game, their battle is implied to be over runes, and because he was halting the stars and thus Miquella's fate. Malenia invaded Caelid to get Radahn's rune and solving the halted fate business, while general boi also wanting to accumulate more power so he can be Elden Lord with taking hers. Simple but effective.

But now its over a marriage with Miquella?

While it made sense for him to ally with the Haligtree so Radahn can get into the fast track of becoming Elden Lord through marrying Miquella, there's 0 build up anywhere in the base that will led us to believe Radahn even got to do anything with Miquella.

Also while he is a warmonger and certainly not a good person (I dont care what chuds on reddit said, just because a guy likes his horse that doesnt make him nice, I don't even hate Radahn or anything) he genuinely cares about HIS OWN HOLDING.

Now from what I gather from the DLC, he will agree to become Miquella's consort if he got an epic battle first. So now the motivation for Malenia vs Radahn iconic battle is... It was a deadly sparring ritual before the groom settle down? Radahn can you at least do it in a neutral zone so this battle wont destroy your OWN LAND?! There's no way Radahn didn't know that sparring with Malenia could endanger Caelid, especially with the fact that she has ROT. Radahn might be a brute archetype but he's not stupid, yet this DLC made him looks like an absolute oaf who doesn't care about whatever Caelid will survive or not...

2. Mohg: I always thought he will return, he gives me the vibe of a villain who say "I'll be back!" and I thought there's no way the Formless Mother will allow her champion to die just like that. Yeah he's back but in the worst way possible that will make his fans despairing and his haters say "I hate Mohg but he didn't deserve this."

His arc in the base is good, it is conclusive and it made sense.

A guy who was born hated, abused, and shunned by his own mother decided to say FUCK IT and created his own order, cavorting with an Outer God, committed heresy left and right, then kidnapped his half brother so he can force/convince/manipulate/doing blood ritual whatever so Miquella will make him a consort. Then the Tarnished ruined his plan, killed him. It was a well-rounded arc. Its good enough. I always admired his tenacity to give a middle finger to his family. But now? This weird over engineered brainwashing-kidnapping thing undermined the authority of both Mohg and the Formless Mother. Did she even care about Mohg? Why the Formless Mother didn't try to stop Miquella or at least warned Mohg about it?

And what the fuck Mohg is actually doing down there? What was his plan to elevate his order and replace Marika's? How he will do it if he never wanted to become Miquella's consort? With his drip alone? Maybe there are things that I missed about Mohg's plan in the DLC?? But this DLC narrative now undermined his arc and the Formless Mother.

3. Mesmer: While he is still intriguing and judging from youtube (No i havent reach him personally, because you know I'm busy but I spoiled myself, I always do for something as big as BG3 or Souls) I thought he would play a bigger role in Shadow, but not really? He's kinda overshadowed by Radahn who is not supposed to be there

Also Rellana's existence sounds like a sitcom level plot twist? Its kinda funny LMAO "Oh you think Renalla's boss fight sucks and you think she is weak? HERE WE HAVE HER TWIN SISTER RELLANA! ITS THE UPGRADED VERSION OF CARIA 1.0!" (I do like the expansion and exploration of the Carian's family tho)

4. "What about him being Torrent's former master? (As the promotional art implied) And the steed choosing the Tarnished? If I recall correctly, wasn't Torrent meant to pick lords? So this means Miquella trusted Torrent enough to let it choose him a consort, yet our role there is practically non-existent." : THIS YOU ARE SO RIGHT ANON, Torrent chose the Tarnished and Miquella asked Ranni to give the spirit calling bell to whoever Torrent chose. THAT'S MEAN THE TARNISHED ALREADY HAS A CONNECTION WITH MIQUELLA, I'm willing to bet over my right arm, this Promised Lord that Miquella/Malenia mentioned is either supposed to be Godwyn or THE TARNISHED THEMSELVES!

Look Miquella need a lord strong enough to back his claim and help him to change the world right? Why insisting on chasing after Radahn (that never mentioned to have any connection or alliance with Miquella) WHEN YOU CAN HAVE THE GUY WHO DEFEATED RADAHN AND MALENIA THEMSELVES! The Tarnished is already strong enough to challenge MOTHER FUCKING GODFREY and won! It make 0 sense for us not able to become his consort. What do you mean you can make the dream of a guy who is literally called THE DUNG EATER came true and subjugated everyone into a world of pain because shit eater is an edgelord who thinks omens and their suffering are totally cool, but not MIQUELLA'S? Its so bullshit. In the grand scheme of things, Dung Eater is as relevant as a random Tibia Mariner.

I'm still hoping we can see Miquella's ending, I hope its gonna be added. I saw someone mentioned that there's actually Miquella's ending but not implemented? I hope it can be added and at least some aspect of the missing story/plothole fixed, because Elden Ring 1.0 was quite different than what we have now...

This guy on reddit also echoed my statement

5. Godwyn: I don't care what some people said "Oh Godwyn is not supposed to be there, its just your headcanon." Brother... This DLC is about Miquella and Mesmer (even though sadly Mesmer's role seems to be diminished :/) there's should be any mention about Godwyn because Miquella and Malenia loves him very much.

There's a statue of them hugging each other, and if I'm not mistaken there were people who data mined and found tidbits about Miquella trying to resurrect him and there's stuff about Miquella giving up his throne

Show us Miquella failed to resurrect Godwyn, show dont tell! (so it wont impact Fia's ending) or please give us a mentions about him by Miquella, or knights who used to serve pre-dead and rotting Godwyn appearing in Lands of Shadow, something, anything! its like his own family, doesn't give a fuck to solve the problem that his rotting body caused.

6. The gloam eyed queen and Melina: I thought GEQ will be mentioned, since this DLC also delved into Marika's past, I mean GEQ was her rival and she's nearly becoming THE God instead of Marika. But eh nothing about her or Melina :/ Tho I do like tidbits about Marika's past and her village

There's other things... But eh I'm tired of typing lol. I do enjoy Elden Ring, I really do, and I had such a high expectation for SOTE :/ so yeah I became loud about my disappointment because I'm invested

[xothatnerdykid]

i despise my rotten mind (and how hard it fell for you)

Everyone in the LOV and PLF knows you're Dabi's girlfriend. But it seems a certain little bird can't help but want what he can't have. Keigo Takami/Hawks x gn!reader. Set between S5 & S6. SFW. 2k words.

"Hey pretty bird, whatcha doing out here all alone?” 

Keigo’s face breaks out into an easy grin when he sees you on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge, lperched on the edge of the rooftop, a solitary figure amidst the sprawling cityscape below.

“Oh, you know, just…” You gesture vaguely. “Enjoying the view.”

“But I only just got here,” He smirks, sitting down beside you. 

"It's a good thing I'm here then," he smirks, sitting down beside you. 

You shake your head in wry amusement at his usual attempt at flirting.

“So, where’s that good-for-nothing boyfriend of yours?” 

You snort, putting out your cigarette. Even though he’s the one who approached you, you know Keigo doesn’t smoke, and you don’t want him inhaling any of that acrid stench you love so much.

“Dunno,” you shrug, rubbing the butt of your cigarrette down into the concrete. “Out on an important mission, I guess.”

“You guess?” He rests his arm up on one knee and leans against his hand to look at you, that same old dopey look on his face. “Doesn’t he tell you what he’s up to?”

You shake your head. “I’d rather not know, actually. Helps me keep some peace of mind.”

He nods, seemingly understanding. 

There’s been so many times knowing too much about Dabi has left you on the precipice of despair. He was complicated and intense, but also strangely intoxicating. And no matter how hard you tried — and god knows you’ve tried — you just can’t seem to quit him, not unlike the filthy habit you’re holding between your fingers.

But Keigo...Keigo’s a different kind of dangerous. 

You met him by chance at a Liberation Front meeting, the last place you expected to run into the Number 2 Pro Hero. He introduced himself to you with confidence and ease, and you remember thinking you'd never met anyone quite as bold and abrasively charming before. He was playful, flirtatious, and easy to talk to. 

And you're not proud of it, but you discovered that night that he could make your heart skip a beat with just a smile and a teasing tone. He had a way of making you feel like the center of the universe, showering you with attention and adoration.

Where Dabi was icy cold, he was warm and inviting, his effortless charisma a stark contrast to your boyfriend’s brooding darkness. As the weeks into months and your relationship with Dabi deepened, so did your connection with Keigo. The chemistry between you was undeniable, a force that pulsed with intensity. His presence in your life threatens to unravel all your carefully constructed boundaries more and more with each passing day.

Now here you are, alone with him when your boyfriend was away, the warmth of Keigo's attention a momentary respite from the shadows that chase you. A fleeting taste of something simpler and brighter amidst the chaos.

“Besides,” you smile. “I've got enough excitement in my life as it is.”

Keigo chuckles, his golden eyes sparkling with mischief. "But wouldn't it be nice to take a break from all that and let me fly off into the sunset with me?”

You snort at that, rolling your eyes. "You really do have a hero complex, don't you?"

He grins, leaning in a little closer. “Guilty as charged. But there's nothing I'd love more than to see that beautiful smile of yours, pretty bird.”

You feel the warmth of his breath, and your heart races a little. Your own voice sounds shaky and small even as you try to tell him, "You know I'm with Dabi."

"I know," he says but he doesn't pull away, the smile slowly slipping from his face. "But you deserve so much better than him. Better than what he can give you.”

His words hang in the air, swirling around you like lingering smoke, thick with unspoken implications. The tension between you is palpable, in the pounding of your heart and the blood rushing in your ears at his growing proximity, his hesitant touch.

You know you’re playing with fire, teetering on the precipice of something with Keigo. But even as you dance closer towards the edge, your heart still aches for Touya. Your relationship with him casts an inescapable shadow, one that not even Keigo’s eyes, though brilliant and golden as the sun, can extinguish.

“Touya...” you put your hand on Keigo’s chest, fingers curling into a fist but unable to muster much strength to push him away. “Touya loves me. Or at least, he tries his best to.”

Keigo laughs again, but this time it’s bitter and humorless. “You sure about that?”

“Don’t be a jerk,” you frown up at him. “It doesn’t suit you.”

His lips curl into a sarcastic smile. “Yeah? Does it suit Touya?”

“Fuck off.” You finally shove him away. His words sting, his bitter laugh like a poisoned arrow. But you’re determined not to let it pierce your heart. You make a point to light another cigarette  and blow the smoke right in his face. “And here I thought he was your friend.”

The moment abruptly broken, Keigo slumps again against the leg he's propped up on and gives a non-committal shrug. “I don’t hate him, that’s all. Actually, I’ve come to understand him a little bit better the more I get to know him, and I even feel a little sympathy for the guy. But he’s a dangerous person to get close to.”

You twirl the cigarette in your fingers. “You should take your own advice then.”

“Fair point,” it’s his turn to snort at you. “But I'm serious. Dabi…he's like a wildfire. Unpredictable and chaotic. He could consume everything, including you.”

“He has a different side, Keigo. You've seen it, too.”

A faint shadow passes over his features. “I have. But I've also seen the destruction he leaves in his wake. I don't want you to get hurt.”

“I don’t need you to save me.”

“It’s not that. I know you care about him, but…” He swallows, and you ignore the fluttering in your chest. “I care about you too, pretty bird. More than you realize.”

You shouldn’t be with him. You should be with me.

You know what he means, what he’s not saying. The question lingers in the air, unasked but ever-present. It's a question you've been avoiding, one that could change everything. You know what he's telling you, but you’re still unsure of whether or not you should pretend not to. 

The silence that drags on between the two of you feels like charged electricity. You’ve never known what to do with it, nor what to make of all the barely concealed flirting behind his playful banter. It's not like you haven't noticed the stolen glances and secret smiles he's given you over the past few months. It's just that it never seemed serious.

Until now.

You shouldn’t be with him. You should be with me.

Do you want to be with me?

You don’t have an answer.

You laugh instead, a wry and sharp sound. “Yeah? You wanna save me, hero? You think I’m better off with someone living a secret double life, working for some very morally questionable people?”

He doesn't flinch at your words like some small part of you hopes. Instead, his expression softens, eyes flickering with something like somber regret. You've never seen him look like that before. 

"You’re right. I'm not the hero everyone makes me out to be, the one you see on TV and in magazines. Sometimes I do things that keep me up at night." 

He smiles ruefully, gazing at you with an intensity that's impossible to ignore. 

"Like letting myself think about you."

The weight of his words settles over you, heavy and inescapable. He’s offering you something maybe Dabi never could — a chance at something real. But you know it’s not that simple. Your heart is entangled in a mess of loyalties and affections, and the thought of untangling it is terrifying.

“Keigo...” you whisper, carrying with it a depth of emotion you hadn’t realized you were holding back. It feels like an admission, a plea, and a confession all at once.

“Maybe I do live a double life,” he continues, “but at least it’s a life where I’m trying to make things right. A life where I can be honest about who I am and what I feel.”

He takes a step closer, the space between you dwindling to almost nothing. He lifts a hand and gently tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. The warmth of his fingers sends a shiver down your spine.

“I care about you, too,” you admit, the words spilling out before you can stop them. “But I don’t know if that’s enough.”

“All I know is I can’t keep pretending,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with an urgency that makes your heart race. “I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you. Every time I see you with him, it kills me a little inside.”

“But… Dabi…” you start, your voice faltering as you struggle to find the right words. “He needs me. And I—”

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Keigo interrupts, his tone firm but not unkind. "He can't make you happy the way I can."

Before you can overthink it, you find yourself leaning in, drawn towards him like a moth to a flame. His eyes widen slightly, as if he hadn’t dared to hope that you’d close the distance between you. But as your lips hover inches from his, there’s a breathless pause.

“Are you sure about this?” you ask softly. “Because once we cross this line, there’s no going back.”

Keigo’s gaze softens, his hand cradling your cheek as if you were something precious. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

You close the remaining distance, your lips meeting his in a searing, almost frantic kiss. Keigo responds with a hunger that matches your own, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer until there’s no space left between your bodies. His lips are soft and warm, and the taste of him is intoxicating.

The kiss deepens, growing more urgent and messy, as if all the unspoken words and repressed feelings of the past months are pouring out through this single, electrifying connection. His hands move to your waist, fingers splaying across your back. There’s a raw intensity in the way he kisses you, a desperate need to convey everything he’s felt but never had the chance to say.

You respond in kind, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer. The world outside ceases to exist; there’s only the press of his lips against yours, the sensation of his breath mingling with yours, the feel of his heart beating in time with your own.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathless, chests heaving. Keigo rests his forehead against yours, fingers cupping your jaw gently. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this, about you," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

You smile, a small, shy smile that feels like a secret shared just between the two of you. “I think I have some idea,” you reply, your voice trembling with a mix of exhilaration and relief."

Keigo's eyes search yours, as if looking for confirmation, for reassurance that this is real. “So, what now?” he asks softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a tender, almost reverent gesture.

“Now… we figure it out,” you say, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. “Together.”

Keigo’s eyes light up with a mixture of hope and determination. He leans in for another kiss, this one softer, more lingering, as if savoring the moment. When he pulls back, his smile is as radiant as it is playful.

[b3llasdears]

"my heavy love"

leonidas x goddess reader with a big appetite who is small but heavy

I'm not sure how to explain it 🥲 but it's basically what it says there, a goddess who looks small and skinny, but is actually quite heavy.

● how to say it... you two are a... different couple?

● but not different in the bad way

● that doesn't mean that side by side you two don't look like the beauty and the beast

● you make it work though (somehow)

● Leonidas is a tall and muscular man, while you are a goddess who barely reached his chest, several of your fellow gods worried about your safety because of Leo's personality

● we don't blame them, Leo is aggressive, but not with you, he is aware that he can break you if he's not careful

● That's precisely why he didn't expect you to have the same appetite as one of his soldiers after training.

● he didn't see it as a bad thing, he loved it actually

● although it did leave him wondering how it was possible that you were still so small and skinny, even after eating so much.

● Your answer to his questions was "god things" which made it clear to him that you didn't know either, so he left it at that.

● Now, the way he found out about your weight was just like how he found out your appetite, a normal day you were having as a couple.

● you simply wanted to lie on him in his hammock

● Just like your appetite, it didn't bother him, but this time it just surprised him a little.

● and it also made him grateful that he made sure his hammock could support his own weight and more

● But on other hand side, this man found his new favorite weight

● it's not unusual for him to ask you to sit on his back to do push-ups, you don't mind, Who would mind being able to stare at their shirtless partner waiting for them to ask for help with their work out? because you definitely don't

● on other occasions he carries you with one arm and uses you as a weight, which again, definitely doesn't bother you

● it just bothers you that you have to be in contact with his sweat, but after a while you got used to it, you still make sure not to wear clothes that you really like though

● and of course as a reward for helping him with his exercises, you get an intense makeout session!

I'm on vacation 🎉🎉 This is the best I could do, I don't have that many ideas to make "x reader" but I swear I'm doing the best I can 🥲

Remember that English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

Bye 😊

[fluffyhare]

Late-night (early morning?), half-asleep ramble about (love letter to?) tickling under the cut.

People's bodies betraying them, as it relates to tickling, just... does something to me.

When someone is being tickled, and they are trying so hard not to laugh... but they are SO sensitive, so ticklish, they just can't help it...

I even like the word, unsurprisingly. Ticklish. Not just sensitive, but specifically susceptible to being tickled... a phenomena so unique, we actually have a word for it. It just flutters my tummy up when I hear that someone is ticklish... knowing that it means, if tickled, they're sure to laugh. There is just something so deliciously vulnerable about that, to me... something so adorable...

"Sensitive" is not a very precise word. It could mean emotionally delicate, or skin that is reactive, bruises easily, etc... but ticklish...

A ticklish person is going to be weak to a light touch, or a gentle tweaking, somewhere on their body... And no matter where that spot is... it's just so unbearably cute to me.

The way a person with ticklish ears, or a ticklish neck, will shrug their shoulders and tuck their head down when you whisper, kiss, or softly feather them there...

Someone with ticklish armpits or sides will press their arms against their body, usually doubling over, or even grabbing your wrists if they can reach them...

A ticklish belly will also make someone curl forward, either grabbing at you or trying to block with their arms wrapped protectively around their middle...

Tickling someone's thighs will cause them to kick, press their legs together, and sometimes crumple to the ground as their knees weaken, their strength betraying them as they helplessly endure the sensation...

If you can get ahold of someone's ticklish feet, tickling there will make them scrunch their toes down defensively, kick, and wriggle their ankles trying to get free...

Soooo many other spots, common and uncommon, and all with their own unique reactions... not just unique to the spot, but also to the person, which only serves to fascinate and enthrall me even more...

This is to say nothing of all the different ways people can laugh... and I'm sure I won't surprise anyone by saying I find all of those adorable, too...

High-pitched, "he-he-he" giggles, especially if the person is embarrassed about them... oh, don't even get me started on people who blush from being tickled... the way that makes me swoon...

Low, humming, closed-mouth "hm-hm-hm" laughter from people who try to hold back... and how deliciously satisfying it is when you finally get them to open their mouth and let out a big belly laugh...

People who burst into "ha-ha-ha"s the moment you touch them... or even better, before you touch them, if they are so ticklish as to react before the sensation has even begun...

The sheer, helpless honesty of people who snort, squeal, and even scream... things that simply cannot be faked or resisted, that demand to be felt and expressed...

All the other things people's bodies do... the way they tremble, flush, get sweaty, tear up, get hiccups, smile sooooo big, and flail around uncontrollably... the way they're totally helpless but to tell the whole story of what's going on inside...

God... yeah, man...

I think about tickling.

[khaire-traveler]

I know many who believe the gods walk amongst us doing human things, experiencing human stuff and gadgets and even human romances. In that regard, what are your thoughts on modern day demi-gods?

Khaire! Now THIS is a question right here!

Let's start this off with a statement of sorts, since this is likely to be a sensitive topic for some and isn't often discussed within the wider community. Throughout my practice, I've been told by various people that they're demi-gods (or full gods). I've even been told that I am a demi-god - a statement I find no truth in. Having experience with these individuals, I can confidently say that not all of them have malicious intent. Some definitely do, don't get me wrong, but many of them aren't intentionally trying to cause harm. Some people believe these things due to factors outside of their control, while others simply believe it to believe it. I'm not going to sit here and say that someone's practice is wrong for believing such things about themselves or others, but in my own practice, they aren't true, and such beliefs can cause real harm. I have directly experienced it several times myself.

Someone must acknowledge the harm these beliefs can cause before openly sharing them. I consistently hear some of these people tell me how they feel ostracized when expressing these beliefs, but they often don't realize the actual harm it can cause and has caused (not an excuse to ostracize someone, though). There are good reasons these sorts of beliefs have a stigma around them, be it cult behaviors, manipulation, or abuse - all potential consequences of these beliefs. People will always be off-put by them, and those who hold these beliefs must understand that it has nothing to do with them personally and everything to do with what these beliefs have often led to for people in the past.

With that out of the way, I'll give my actual opinion on this lol. The short and sweet answer is no, I don't believe in modern demi-gods. Maybe people can be born with a piece of divinity in them from a divine parent, but in my opinion, I don't think it happens from a god having sex with a human. If it is something that happens, it's likely more complex than that.

Just as mythology explained natural phenomena in ways that made sense to people, I feel it explained divinity similarly at times. The only form of reproduction we really knew at the time was two creatures coming together to make another. If gods ever were to reproduce with mortals, there's probably some secret third thing added into the mix to actually make that happen.

But in all honesty, I don't think that will happen, and I don't believe it actually ever has. There are demi-gods in the myths, yes, but even within the community, there is an often shared sentiment not to take myths literally. "Don't take Zeus transforming into a swam and having sex with a woman literally" "Don't take Hera coming after Zeus' kids literally" "Don't take Hermes turning a woman into a statue literally". I've seen many angry and exhausted answered asks, shared posts, and comments about how this or that person is a fool for taking the myth literally, yet there are things we take literally inherently as worshippers. "Apollo is a god of oracles" "Artemis is a goddess of hunting" "Hermes has a caduceus" - these are all things taken from myth (and historical practices that are based on myth). So, when does the line get crossed for what should and shouldn't be literal? Where does the line blur completely? These are questions we need to answer, either as a community or as individuals, before we can truly address the topic of modern demi-gods in a palatable way.

The way that I've interpreted things, though, is that there aren't any modern demi-gods. Maybe there weren't even ancient ones. I think myths are stories, often with a moral related to the way the world works, a lesson to be learned, or a depiction of a god's characteristics. Heracles very well could've been a demi-god before becoming a god in real life, but that opens up a slew of other questions, such as "How is a demi-god made?" and "What defines someone as a demi-god?" To clarify, this doesn't mean I don't believe in the demi-gods who have become gods - hell, I believe in mortals who were said to have been deified - but I'm just not sure that gods and mortals can reproduce because at the end of the day, what even is a god? Does we even know the answer to that question? Gods are some kind of spiritual beings, sure, but what exactly does the entail? Do they even have the ability to reproduce at all? Can we even relate such terms as "reproduction" to a god in general? There's actually a lot of information we don't have to be able to answer questions such as "Do demi-gods exist now? Have they ever existed?"

Throughout ancient history, we see many leaders and notable people described as demi-gods. Were they really? I suppose I can't truthfully say, but historians believe it was for political gain (which was the case in ancient Rome) or in order to emphasize how good someone was at a particular thing ("this guy was such a great thief because he was a son of Hermes"). I choose to agree with historians here: maybe "demi-god" was more of a descriptor used for how talented someone was or to make people more inclined to follow their lead. I don't think "demi-god" is a state being so much as it is a description or title.

Also, forgot to mention this, but I wouldn't be surprised if gods do walk amongst us at times. I know I've had experiences where I've been like, "Wow, the timing of that person being there EXACTLY when I needed them was really weird". Unrelated to the whole essay I just wrote you lol, but I feel it's important that I clarify that I do still believe things like that. I think gods can manifest in a multitude of ways and even in endless forms. We can happen upon them at any time. Maybe the stranger who smiled at you on a hard day was Aphrodite in disguise or maybe the man who gave you directions was Hermes helping you out. I feel that gods sometimes speak through people as well, often unintentionally on the person's part. This is, of course, a whole topic in and of itself, so I won't get further into it.

Ok, this is all I can actively think of right now lol. I hope it was comprehensive and isn't a pain to read. I know I kind of jumped around with my explanations and opinions, but hopefully that doesn't detract from what I've said. Thank you for asking, Austin; I really appreciate it. Take care! :) <3

[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ BRUTAL

𝝑𝝔 son of Eros!Changbin x mortal!fem!reader

𝝑𝝔 cw : unserious!reader (she is .... interesting for sure!), crude humor, Changbin is a sweetheart :c, fluffy smut, mild angst, Switch(mostly sub)!Changbin, Switch(mostly Dom)!reader, LOTS OF KISSING, mutual masterbation, clit play, no p in v, tit sucking, mommy kink !??!, love spells!!!, lmk if I missed anything!

𝝑𝝔 hyung line m.list | maknae line m.list

Something was off, you didn't know how to describe it.

You sat up in your bed, looking around for a moment. That's when you spot a man in the corner of your dark room and you scream.

You grab the knife you kept in your nightstand, "who are you!?" you scream at him.

"Shhh!" the man tries to hush you.

"Why are you telling me to shh, you broke into my home!" you exclaim.

"Listen, I'm here on business," he starts before you interrupt him.

"What business do you have being in my house? Is the C.I.A trying to take me out because of my theory on the money smuggling because if so I deeply regret questioning my government and I swear I'm a good brainwashed citizen!" you yelp.

"C.I.A? Government? Brainwashing? I swear to Zeus, you mortals get more crazy by the minute!" the man exclaims, "but no, luckily for you, I am not from the government, well not your government."

"So like the United Nations!? That's even fucking worse! I swear I'm a good law abiding citizen who never questions the old hags that we call politicians!"

The man stares at you with a look of mixed shock and terror on his face, "the godly government," he explains.

"That's somehow even worse?! I don't even believe in God! Wait which religion is right? I swear to God, if it's Scientology I'll find the nearest cliff and jump off, I swear you will not take me alive Mr.Secret Scientology Agent Man Thing."

The man's mouth is agape and you can tell he's trying to put the pieces together, "What's Scientology?" he questions.

"They believe in aliens and shit, but they're lowkey a cult, and they're trying to reach Nirvana or whatever, trying to get their brainwaves to vibrate at the same frequency as an alien's or some stupid shit like that," you explain.

"Ok, well aliens aren't real," Changbin starts before you interrupt him.

"Ok science denier, you're telling me you're a- whatever you are- and aliens aren't real. Maybe you're in a cult. What frequency do your brainwaves vibrate at?"

"I'm not in a cult, I'm one of the sons of Eros," he explains.

You burst out into a fit of laughter while the man slaps himself on his forehead, "okay buddy, time to put you back in whatever insane asylum you escaped from," you say as you sit up.

The man turns around and you see the wings poking out from his back. "Maybe evolution did hit the ancient Greeks, you're like Icarus but like evolved and not as crispy and fried as I'd imagine him being," you figure as you admire the man's wings.

"Why are you bringing up Icarus?"

"Well he had wings," you remind him.

"Yeah and you're about to fly too close to the sun," he sighs, "I was assigned to your case. I'm going to help you find your soulmate."

"Ok sure you are buddy," you chuckle.

"Can you at least put down the knife, I feel like you're gonna stab me," he requests.

You sigh and put the knife back in your nightstand. "So how does this whole thing work?" you ask the man.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I'll find a list of potential soulmates for you," he explains.

"So you're like the match maker from Mulan?"

"I'll make sure to look for someone who appreciates your fantastic sense of humor," he retorts sarcastically.

"Boo, you're no fun! Live a little!" you exclaim and sit criss crossed on your bed.

The man pulls up a chair and pulls out a clip board and a pen. "Male or female?" he asks.

"I'm a woman," you say it like it's obvious.

"I mean for a partner, do you want a man or a woman?"

"Either," you shrug.

He scribbles that down in your chart. "What's your name by the way, you know like everything about me and all I know is that you're a Scientologist and mentally impaired and a bird or whatever."

"Changbin," he says while rolling his eyes, "do you have a height preference?"

"Nope," you pop the p.

"Weight preference?"

"Another no."

"Age preference?"

"What do you mean by that because I am not-"

"-I'm going to stop you right there," he glares at you, "you need to take this seriously."

"I am being serious!? I'm not a-"

"Ok! I get it, I'll j-just mark down older."

"Make sure it's not like super old though."

He looks up at you, "excuse me?"

"Like a person who is like- older than my grandma. Unless they're like absolutely loaded."

He rolls his eyes and moves on, "do you have a preference regarding lifestyle?"

"Yeah, I don't want them to be a politician or a Scientologist or mentally insane."

"Ok," he scribbles on the paper, "done, I need you to sign here."

He passes the clipboard to you and hands you the pen.

"Why?" you question.

"Because this is a legally binding contract," he says it like it's obvious.

"So like in Cat in the Hat where two underage kids sign their life away to a six foot tall man in a fur suit? Am I signing my life away?"

"Just sign the fucking paper," he requests.

You sign the paper and hand it back to the winged man.

He flips through more pages in the clipboard before his face falls. "What is it? Don't tell me my soulmate is a politician!" you whine.

"It's worse," he hums, "you need to come to HQ with me."

"Wait so who is it? Is it like a serial killer? I didn't even think of that!"

"Will you shut up and take my hand," he offers his hand out to you.

You hesitantly take it. You're instantly transported to a place you've never seen before. An office building with pink walls and pink tainted glass that over looks above the clouds. Changbin pulls you with him to a desk.

"Eros, I need to speak with him," Changbin says to the person, who also has wings, that is working at the desk.

"I'll tell him you need to see him," the person says.

"Thanks," Changbin mutters.

Changbin lets go of your hand and begins pacing around the waiting room. "So like is it bad?"

"It is me," he mumbles.

"Huh?"

"Your soulmate, it's me."

Your mouth falls agape as you stare at he man. "What?" you question.

"Yeah, tell me about it," he grumbles as he continues his pacing.

"But you're like-" you pause.

"-a matchmaker. And you're a mortal."

"Eros will see you now," the woman at the reception desk announces.

Changbin pulls you by the wrist through the hallway and into a room. The room is large, huge floor to ceiling windows on two of the walls, a huge desk right in the center, and an extremely tall man with strawberry blonde hair sitting at the desk. Changbin lets go of your wrist when he makes eye contact with the man. "Changbin!" the man at the desk says, he stands up and walks over to where Changbin and you were standing, "it's so good to see you, son!"

You look up at the man towering over yourself and Changbin. Easily 8 feet tall with a pair of feathery wings on his back.

The man lifts up Changbin, pulling him into a tight hug. "Dad, it's good to see you too, but listen we have a situation," Changbin says sternly.

"A situation?" the man asks, putting Changbin back on the ground.

"This is Y/n Y/l/n," he introduces you.

"I know of her," he smiles.

He leans down to shake your hand, holding his out for you to take. You hesitate before you do, but you gently shake the tall man's hand, "you know me?" you ask the man.

"Well of course I do! I am a God after all!" he cheerfully booms, "you can just call me Eros!"

"Nice to meet you," you give the man a tight lipped smile.

He lets go of your hand and it falls to your side.

"Listen- Dad," Changbin interrupts, "I think that there was a mistake with y/n's soulmate generator."

"How so?" Eros questions.

"Well, it said that well-" he stammers.

"Does she have a soulmate?" Eros asks.

"Well yes b-but-" Changbin continues to stutter.

"-it's him, sir, Changbin is my soulmate," you explain.

"What?" the man gasps.

"Listen, I'm just as surprised as you are, I specifically said no politicians, Scientologists, or mentally insane people."

"He is, none of those things?" Eros states.

"Yeah well when you wake up in the middle of the night to someone standing in the corner of your bedroom talking about how they're from the 'godly government' and it reminds you of Scientology, and then he tells you he's the son of Eros so obviously you start thinking to yourself that this guy is either seeing something we can't or he's strung out on something, and then he makes you sign your life away like those kids did in the cat in the hat movie, then you can call me picky," you ramble.

Eros glances at Changbin then at you and then back to Changbin, "well were you the only option?"

"Yes," Changbin confirms.

"Well then it is destined to be, she did sign the contract," he points out.

"So wait? Did I sign my life away?" you ask.

"Well not your life," Eros begins before he cuts himself off.

"Dad," Changbin says, "what do we do?"

"I suppose we follow the rules," Eros figures, "you two are soulmates."

Changbin's jaw practically falls to the floor, "there is no way."

So now you find yourself at Changbin's house, well apartment, on Mt.Olympus. The apartment itself is more than just nice. It is beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows with a scenic view, a full kitchen with a separate wine closet, even a balcony overlooking the streets of Olympus which were full of nymphs and muses and Gods and Goddesses alike. Ornate furniture with gold accents, a chandelier that looked like it costed more than a yacht, and 4 luxurious bedrooms. "Make yourself at home," Changbin sighs as he takes off his coat.

"Woah, this is your house?" you exclaim as you ogle at the ornate house.

"Yeah," he blushes, "it's ours now I suppose," he runs a hand on the back of his neck.

"Oh my God, this is straight up like a fairytale," you say as you look through the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, opening the fridge.

"Yeah, is there anything I can eat?"

"What do you mean anything you can eat?"

"Well like I don't think I can drink nectar, because I'm like a mortal or whatever," you chuckle as you look at his puzzled expression.

"Well technically you can drink it, but you would like probably pass out from what you mortals call 'alcohol poisoning'," he chuckles as he grabs a soda from the fridge.

"Wait do you have some?" you ask excitedly.

"I mean yeah but like, why?"

"Well I wanna try it!"

"No," he shuts down before you can continue.

"Please! Just once Changbin!" you beg.

"I said no," he says, more firmly this time.

"Ugh fine you're no fun," you cross your arms and take a seat on his kitchen island.

"What do you want for dinner?" he asks, changing the topic.

You hum while you think for a moment, "spaghetti," you decide.

"Okay," he agrees.

He begins pulling ingredients out of the fridge and pantry and you just sit there on the counter and watch as the man prepares dinner. "Soooooo," you speak as Changbin puts a pot of water on the stove, "what's it like being the son of Eros?"

"Well, I think it gives people the wrong impression of me sometimes," he reveals.

"How so?"

"Imagine that your father is known for orgies and sex, prayed to by mortals for him to grant them fertility and true love, doesn't always leave the best impression with people," he explains crossing his arms.

"Why not? Are you not like him?"

"Not at all," he mumbles softly, "I do this job because I like making people happy, to be honest I didn't know it was possible as a matchmaker to match with anyone," he explains, "especially a mortal, like yourself."

"Doesn't Zeus have lots of kids though? Is he matched with someone?" you ask.

"Don't even get me started on how many kids he has, y'know we have a whole department that keeps track of his children," he whispers the last part.

You stifle a laugh and get a good look at the man who is your soulmate. His sharp nose and round face paired with gentle eyes and buff arms have you feeling tingly inside and out. "Zeus does have a soulmate, or well he says she's his soulmate, Hera," he explains.

"Isn't that his sister?"

"I wish you mortals would stop spreading lies like that," Changbin sighs and rubs his eyes.

You giggle and swing your feet back and forth. "So wait, not all of you are like related?" you ask.

"No," he chuckles.

"So like how does the whole soulmates thing work?"

"Well, once you're matched, you're matched, you fall in love with the person, they fall in love with you, some couples get married, some don't," he explains.

"Can we get married? If we get married can we please get married by and Elvis impersonator in Vegas, ooh and I want a pink wedding dress!" you proclaim.

"Yeah, sure," he hums as he adds the noodles to the boiling water, "anything else you want for our wedding?"

"Hmm, maybe a chocolate fountain at the reception and for the reception to be held in a strip club," you half joke.

"That would make our wedding, interesting," he giggles, turning back to face you now.

"Well yeah, you only get married once! May as well enjoy it! Also honeymoon in Paris, or like somewhere in Europe!"

"Yeah," he smirks, "we can do all of that."

God, he looked good. Did he always look this good? Maybe you were too blind to it before, because fuck he was good looking.

"Really?" you ask enthusiastically.

"Really," he smiles softly.

"What about our wedding night?" you ask before you fully think through what you're saying.

"Our wedding night? Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?" he teases.

"Well- I-I j-just wanna k-know what you like? I mean I-" you stutter as you try to speak.

You freeze when Changbin moves over to where you sit and pulls you in for a kiss, stopping right before his lips touch yours, you feel your heart thumping in your chest and heat rising to your cheeks as you slowly relax into his gentle grasp.

"Kiss me-" you hoarsely whisper.

He licks his lips before he finally puts his lips on your own, his lips molding against yours in a tantalizing rhythm. You are the one to break away from the hypnotic kisses he is placing on your lips. "Changbin- why I feel so-" you mumble, searching his eyes for an answer for the certain wanting in the bottom of your stomach.

"The love spell, it- well- it makes you," he flushes.

"Horny?" you ask.

"Yeah," he laughs, "makes both parties-y-y'know horny."

"Holy shit," you giggle as you bring him back in for another kiss.

This kiss is passionate and rough, in perfect contrast with the way Changbin holds you close. His hands resting on your waist, gently rubbing feather-light touches on your sides, each one leaving you more breathless than the last. Your arms loop around the back of his neck, reveling in the comfort of his lips on yours.

It's not enough though, you need him inside you, you need him to fuck you. "Changbin-" you moan against his lips.

"Darling," he coos, "tell me what you want-you c-can have it-w-whatever you want."

"Bin- I-I," you whine.

"P-please ma'am wan-wanna be inside," he squeaks.

"Ma'am?" you smirk, pulling apart from the kiss to search Changbin's eyes.

"Ma'am, mommy, mistress, master, whatever you want- I-I d'care, just pl-please, wanna be inside," he searches your face for any apprehension.

"Changbin I-I, get on your knees," you whimper as you notice the way he looks at you.

His hair is messy, his eyes lust blown and lips plump from kissing. You watch the heavenly sight in front of you as Changbin sinks down to his knees in front of you. He gently holds your leg as he kisses your knee, "please," he speaks a confession, "wanna worship you."

His fingers trail up and down your clothed legs, and at this time you curse yourself for wearing plaid pajama pants instead of flimsy sleep shorts.

You quickly stand on two feet and begin walking away, scaring the man on the floor. "Y/n- w-we d'have to!" he yelps.

"Take me to the bedroom, please," you huff.

Changbin leaps onto his feet and shows you to the bedroom, his hand in yours. Like two horny teenagers left unsupervised for more than 30 seconds.

You found yourself making out with him on his soft bed, it was a little awkward with Changbin's wings on his back, but you couldn't seem to mind, especially not when his fingers are cupping your breasts under your shirt and his fingers are tweaking your nipples in his fingers. A soft tune is playing from what you presume is your phone, or it could be the record player in the corner of Changbin's room, but honestly you don't care when Changbin's head moves down your chest, kissing above your waistband. "Honey," he calls out to you.

"Y-yeah," you look at him.

"Wanna watch you get off," he requests, "wanna watch you, please."

You're stripping off your clothes before you can even think of what you're doing, throwing your clothes somewhere in Changbin's room. You watch as his mouth falls open as he stares at your tits. "Like what you see, honey?" you ask as you lay your head back on the pillows.

He nods and you watch the faint blush creep up onto his cheeks. "Wanna see you too, please, please Bin," you hum.

He follows after you, removing his clothes and you ogle at his body. Fuck, he was muscular, and your mouth started watering when you saw his cock.

"It's n-not," he begins before you are spitting in your hand and wrapping it around the base of his cock.

Not very long, but fat in girth, with a pretty flushed tip and nicely trimmed bush surrounding it. Changbin's mouth falls open as you begin jerking his cock, "it's more than okay, baby," you reassure the man whose eyes are rolling to the back of his head from pleasure.

"Y-your," he whimpers, trying to speak.

"Don't worry about anything other than feeling good, just relax my love, let me make you feel good," you hum.

You can see the internal struggle on Changbin's face before he shoves his own hand in between your legs, spreading your wetness around your folds. "Changb-" you begin, going to chastise the boy but his fingers move up to your clit, rubbing in soft circles.

"P-please," he whimpers.

"Hm?" you hum searching his face while his fingers continue playing with your pussy.

"Can I suck on your tits?" he asks with a timid voice.

You can't help but smile as the fingers on your spare hand wrap in the boy's curly black hair and bring his mouth to your chest. You speed up your hand that is playing with his cock, trying to repay how well Changbin is making your pussy gush just with his calloused fingers.

Changbin is sucking on your nipple and his fingers are playing with your clit and it all is becoming too much and just enough at the same time. "Mommy," Changbin moans against your chest.

"Yeah, I know it feels good doesn't it?" you coo to the man who is clearly losing himself in the pleasure of you stroking his chubby cock.

He nods his head into your chest and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head before his hips start bucking his cock into your hand. "G-gonna-ngh," Changbin whimpers.

"It's okay my love, let go, there you go honey," you instruct.

Changbin cums with a low groan as his hips keep bucking into your hand, his fingers that were playing with your clit stopping and resting there as you watch his pearly white cum shoot out of his cock and onto his soft stomach.

His legs slightly twitch as he comes down from his orgasm before he looks up at you before remembering he is also supposed to make you cum, you don't let him feel bad about cumming first though. Instead opting to praise him for being good while his fingers resume their movements on your swollen clit while his mouth continues playing with your nipples.

"Ch-changbin," you choke out a whine.

A particular hard swipe to your clit has you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm, clenching Changbin's shoulders as you ride through the high. "Perfect," Changbin praises and presses a kiss between your breasts, "and all mine."

"All yours," you reassure, "all yours Changbin."