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[crappykarkatvantas]

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[buck-star]

Cowboys preference| B.B

>> Little did you know that the break up with the cowboys son would lead you toward the cowboy himself who always had a liking in you. <<

Pairing: Cowboy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4.186 Words

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, ex-boyfriend’s dad, possessiveness, age gap, smut [fingering (fem!rec), semi public sex], bit angst, lots of fluff

Authors Note: Dividers made by me.

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky’s smirk falters the moment he hears the door cracking open and two voices. He isn’t surprised to hear two different ones — he’s surprised that the one isn’t the person he assumed would come over today. His eyes narrow as the girl laughs — she isn’t supposed to laugh and giggle around his son like that. She isn’t even supposed to be at their house.

“Brock?” Bucky asks, growling as he sees the girl standing next to his son. She is snuggling into his side, holding Brock's arm.

Bucky’s ocean blue eyes roam over her, then toward his son. Both of them have swollen lips and messy hair. He doesn’t even want to know in which corner they made out to look like that, but he knows what else his son's little bitch means.

“Where’s she?” Bucky says in a calm voice. His heart is thrumming against his ribcage, and he needs to use all his willpower to not pin his son by his throat against the wall. Or to pick up that girl next to him to throw her out of the house. “Where’s my Y/N?”

Brock flinches when your name slips past his dad's lips. The girl next to him pulls at his arm — uncomfortable around Bucky and especially to have him staring at them with such an intense expression.

“S-she… we broke up,” Brock mumbles. His eyes dart to the girl next to him, and he lets slightly go of her hand. She looks offended, taking a step to the side while she looks between Brock and his dad. “W-we had some differences and decided to break up.”

“Ya had some differences, or do ya have a different?" Bucky raises an eyebrow. He knows exactly what’s going on, but he wants his son to say it; he wants him to say it in front of the girl he just took home. “A different little toy for ya games? I told ya that my babydoll is special, and if ya ever dare to treat her badly, I will take care of my babydoll, and you can fuck off here.”

Brock's eyes widen, and he shakes his head. “N-no. It’s not like that! Y-you know I- she…” He stutters, his eyes widening as he takes a step to the side, further away from the girl. “It’s all… It’s just a big, really big misunderstanding. I made a mistake; I-i don’t think..."

The moment you took the first step into their house, Bucky was head over heels in love with you. You’re the most precious and sweetest girl he has ever met. He knows about Brock's liking to play with girls, but he made sure that Brock would be better with you — which he definitely isn’t. Bucky’s blood boils, and his heart rate increases while he inhales deeply.

“A mistake? It’s a mistake to treat ya girl like that? She fuckin’ loved ya and ya threw her — ya relationship away — for a girl that wets your fuckin’ cock?” Bucky asks, his voice dangerously low.

Brock backs away; he knows that his dad is protective about you. Your soul is so precious, so soft, and he only wants to protect it from being broken. He doesn’t want your soul to get hurt; he doesn’t want you to get hurt. And his own kid hurt like no one ever should do it.

“Did she see ya kissing her?” Brock's eyes widened at his dad’s question. You didn’t just see them kissing; you saw much more than that. And it wasn’t the first time — you kept it for yourself; another time you talked to him, and he told you he wouldn’t cheat on you again. And here he is — standing in front of his dad, having to explain that the girl next to him — who isn’t you — is the one he cheated on you with.

The look on Brock's face told him everything he had to know. Without another word, he pushes his son to the side and stomps through the floor toward the door. Bucky slams the door shut behind him; with a smooth movement, he takes on his cowboy boots and takes his hat from the door handle.

At some point he started to place his hat at the door handle. He places it firmly on his head, huffing. He can’t believe his son — an immature little boy who doesn’t even know how to take care of such an amazing and sweet girl that you are.

Bucky knows where you are; he knows you better than everyone. Whenever you’re feeling stressed or sad, you’re sitting in the barn on his farm with your favorite horse in the box. You named him, and Bucky can’t help but love the horse just as much as you — maybe it’s because of you, but maybe it’s also because you named him. You named it.

“Babydoll?” Bucky calls you when he enters the barn. The familiar smell of the hay immediately comes to his nostrils, but there is that scent of something so sweet — something he remembers so well. “Babydoll, I know ya’re here. It’s smelling like ya sweet perfume, smelling just like ya sweetness, babydoll.”

You wipe the tears immediately away as you hear Bucky’s voice and his footsteps coming closer to where you are. You should have known that he knows where you are and that he will look for you when Brock comes home alone or maybe even with the girl that just sucked him off.

How stupid you were. Thinking that he would change for you, that he would stop cheating on you. You thought that when Bucky can be such an amazing person, his son could be too, but you were wrong. Brock is the opposite of his dad. And even though things weren't as perfect anymore and your feelings for Brock faded away, you tried to make it work — but Brock didn't, and one-sided just doesn’t work.

“Babydoll, don’t ignore me. Come on, know ya’re in the box with him,” Bucky chuckles as he stops in front of the box and looks into it. He’s seeing you sitting in the corner of the box in the hay. Your eyes are red and puffy, and a low groan escapes his throat.

Bucky hates to see you like that, knowing that his son did this to you. He can’t help the clenching of his heart when he sees you pressed into the corner, your legs close to your chest and your arms wrapped around you. No one dares to hurt his babydoll, no one without consequences.

“Hi, babydoll,” he says softly, walking closer before he lets himself fall into the hay next to you. There is still some distance, but he can smell your sweetness even better now. “Ya know, he’s a dick. He doesn’t deserve ya if he doesn’t know how to treat ya right. Ya’re such a pretty girl, with a beautiful soul.”

You smile softly, turning your head to look at Bucky. His eyes are focused on the horse in front of him, which eats and doesn’t bother to have two guests in his box. You have the urge to grasp his hat and put it on your head; you always do it.

The first time you did it, your ex-boyfriend looked really shocked, while Bucky smirked at you. He loves to see you with his hat; it’s so intimidating and cute. When you asked him why they were staring at you like that, he explained it, and your reaction was the most funny but most adorable thing he has ever seen.

“Ya know, if ya wear a cowboys hat, it means ya his,” Bucky explains with a huge grin on his plump lips. Your eyes widened, and you thought about taking the hat off again, but it felt just so perfect that you didn’t want to take it off. “So, when ya wearin’ my hat, it means ya mine.”

Brock huffed, rolling his eyes about the glistening that sparkled in your orbs. He couldn’t understand the bond you and his dad had; you couldn’t either. At least for a while you couldn’t.

Around Bucky, everything feels just perfect; you feel safe and protected, even loved. You first thought it’s just a typical “girls your age like someone who’s nice and willing to protect them,” but at some point there wasn’t anyone else in your mind when you were alone.

Brock turned more and more into an idiot, and you found comfort in his dad. When Brock started to cheat and you found out your world broke into pieces, Bucky was there. He didn’t know why you were crying when you were suddenly standing in the door; you just said family problems, and he offered you comfort.

Little did you know that Bucky felt loved and happy by giving you comfort. You just sat there, watched the most cheesy movies, baked, or you just were in the stable.

“Ya lookin’ at my hat; do ya want to wear it, babydoll?” His voice interrupts your thoughts, and you feel your cheeks heating up. You should know now that this man notices when you stare at him.

Bucky doesn’t need an answer; he shuffles closer to you and takes his hat to place it on your head. His smile grows as he runs his rough fingers down your cheeks to your chin. He turns your face toward him, his ocean blue eyes staring intensely into yours to see any sign of discomfort.

When he doesn’t see anything but the softness and affection he has with his touch, he keeps his fingers where they are. “He already did it before, didn’t he? He cheated on ya and ya knew it. Did ya see him cheating?”

You swallow thickly as the memories of Brock with the other girl come back to your mind. The way he kneeled in front of you the first time you found out he cheated, his expression pleading that you forgive him for cheating because he didn’t even know why he did it. And you accepted his apology to find out he did it again — he cheated on you so often, you don’t even know how often he cheated with some girls on you.

“H-he…” You trail off, trying to find some more comfort in Bucky’s soft touch. His thumb moves toward your cheek, and he caresses it softly while his fingers wrap around the back of your neck. “He cheated on me really often. I thought he would stop after I found out, but he said he would. But he didn't, and today I saw him getting his… you know, sucked by her.”

Bucky smirks softly when you avoid using the word “cock” or “dick” in front of him. He nods, knowing what you mean. "That's why ya were here so often?”

You nod, then you shake your head. You earn a confused, slightly amused look from Bucky. You run your tongue over your bottom lip, wetting it slightly before you clear your throat to speak again. Bucky’s eyes follow every little movement, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes, and he chuckles.

“Not just because of that. First yes, kinda. But then there was another reason,” you say softly, leaning more into Bucky’s gentle touch. “But then... with the time I-i lost feelings for Brock after I noticed that he’s still cheating on me. But you… you’re my safe place; when I’m around you, I can be just myself without judgment.”

Bucky grins at you, scooting closer until your legs touch slightly. His softness sends shivers through your body, and you look away with heated cheeks. Those words mean so much more to him than you can imagine. He has dreamed to hear them out of your pretty mouth; he has wished to hear them one day. As much as he’s mad at Brock for pushing you away and fucking another girl, he loves that at least he himself is more for you than just your ex-boyfriend's dad.

“Ya know, ya got my attention the moment ya stepped into our house. But when ya just took my hat, my heart started to beat for ya — it was always a taboo thing since you were with my son. But I got an eye on ya the whole time, babydoll.” Bucky confesses, smirking at you. He can't help himself anymore — he wants to tell you everything he feels for you. He wants to be honest with you, and maybe... Maybe the two of you will have a chance as a couple.

You giggle, then you inhale deeply. You feel guilty, not because you don't feel like Bucky but because of the words you're going to say next. At the same time, you're happy that you can finally say it out loud.

“I stayed with Brock because I thought we could fix it. I thought it at the start, but then it changed. The truth is, I stayed with him because it was the only way to be close to you. I'm just your son's little girlfriend, so you know,” you mumble, looking down at your fingers.

Bucky moves next to you slightly, his face suddenly in front of you, and you notice that he moves to kneel in front of you. His fingers find their way underneath your chin, and he lifts it up. “Ya were never just my son's little girlfriend. Ya were always my babydoll, and ya will be exactly that forever. I love ya more than ya know.”

He opens his arms for you, waiting until you crawl into them. His warm embrace lets you relax immediately. You sigh softly, leaning your back against his broad chest, enjoying the feeling of his fingers trailing up and down your sides. Bucky lowers his head to your neck, his lips just inches away from your sensitive skin, and you shiver in his arms.

“There ya go; do ya trust me? Do ya trust me and let me make ya feel good?” He asks, his voice way lower than before, and you nod, hypnotized by his presence. Bucky chuckles, his warm breath all over the side of your neck and causing goosebumps. Bucky's hands trail lower to your thighs, rubbing and squeezing them carefully. “If ya want me to stop you say it, do ya understand?”

You nod again, earning a harsher squeeze of your thigh. Bucky loves the effect he has on you, but for the moment he needs a proper answer to make sure you understand him. “Y-Yes, I understood, but please...”

Bucky chuckles, his lips finally touching your neck, and you lean even more into him. His soft lips brush over your skin, and you can't help the small whimpers leaving your lips. He slides his metal hand underneath your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your tummy, while he strokes your thigh with his fleshy hand.

“But please, what? Use ya pretty mouth and tell me what ya need." Buck groans into your ear, his fingers sliding further up to your covered cunt. His thick cock is pressing hard against your back, and you can’t help but squirm in his embrace.

“Need you… Bucky, I need you, please,” you whine, throwing your head against his shoulder, looking deep into his blue eyes.

Bucky grins, his lips trailing over your neck, leaving soft kisses all over your skin. You whimper, fingers digging into his thick thighs on both of your sides. He brings his big hands further up your thighs, kneading your soft skin, making you gasp when his rough hands get closer to your pussy.

“That’s what ya need? A man who can take care of ya, don’t ya?” He asks, sucking blue and purple marks into the sensitive skin of your neck. Bucky brings his metal hand to cup your cunt through the pants, massaging you through the fabric.

A soft moan slips past your lips, and Bucky didn’t know he could become more obsessed with you. But after the sweet sound you just made, he can’t help himself but falls even more in love with you.

With his other hands, he opens your pants, his hand sliding into them and underneath your cotton panties. Bucky groans into your neck, kissing along your pulse point. You whimper softly; his fingers are not really cold, but they aren’t as warm as your covered skin either. You shiver under his touch once again. Bucky guides his thick fingers through your folds, humming when he feels the wetness against his rough fingertips.

“Already so wet for me, babydoll.” His voice is low, rougher than usual, and you can’t help the moan that slips past his lips. This man is just too hot for his own good, finger-fucking you in the hay while everyone could walk in and could hear and see the two of you. “Fuck, love ya so much, my precious girl.”

Bucky pushes one of his digits into you, moaning when your tightness sucks him deeper into your warmth. Whines and moans fall from your parted lips, turning Bucky on beyond belief.

You throw your head back; your eyes widen slightly when he starts thrusting into you, immediately hitting your sweet spot. “Fucking shit!”

“No one's ever fucked ya probably?” He asks, earning a shake of your head. He chuckles, increasing his speed slightly while he hits the spot over and over again. “And I’m just fuckin’ ya with my finger. But don’t worry, got ya now, babydoll.”

You nod, whining when he pushes a second digit into you. The stretch is almost more than you ever felt. Brock wasn’t too bad either, but Bucky’s fingers are just so thick — muscular and perfect. Bucky chuckles against your neck, kissing your skin and sucking even more marks into your neck, making sure they are visible.

Pumping his fingers in and out of you makes you see stars already, but when he starts scissoring his fingers and curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot, you feel the look in your stomach tightening.

Your mouth drops open, saliva runs down your chin, and you don’t even try to hold back your moans. Your hips move in the same rhythms as Bucky’s fingers, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“Mhm-B-Bucky…” you mumble, arching your back. The pleasure he causes with just his fingers is so much better than you have ever experienced before. He grunts, letting you know that he listens to you. “Please, d-do— s-stop.”

Your words don’t even make sense anymore, but you don’t care. Bucky laughs behind you; his free hand placed itself around your throat, pulling you further back until he could look into your face. “Ya want me to stop?”

Before you can answer him, he stops the movements of his fingers, earning a whine. You move your hips, trying to get some friction, but it doesn’t feel as good as before. His fingers don't curl; they don’t hit the spot that makes you see stars.

You lean your head back, causing the hat to almost fall down, but Bucky holds it on top of your head with his shoulder. “Don’t want the hat to fall off ya head, huh. Shows who ya belong to, babydoll. Mine, all mine, aren’t ya, babydoll?”

“Y-yes… y-yours… please— fu-fuck, Bucky,” you moan while you try to form a proper sentence with his fingers still deep inside of you. Bucky grunts once again, his digits moving and pressing against the spongy spot inside of you. You almost scream as pleasure shoots through your body, making it impossible to concentrate on something else but his fingers.

Bucky laughs, kissing your cheek before he moves his fingers again. He just wanted to hear you say that you’re his and that you belong to him. His cock is painfully hard, pressing against his pants, but he doesn’t care; he wants to see you fall apart on his fingers before he thinks about his problem.

“Yeah, come on, babydoll. Come all over my fingers. Can feel that ya close,” he mumbles, bringing his thumb to your clit. He runs his thumb through your folds before circling your clit.

Without another thought or word, you moan his name loudly, your fingers digging into his thick thighs as you come all over his fingers. Your body is shaking, but Bucky doesn’t stop his movements; he thrusts his fingers in a steady but slower rhythm into you, making sure that you can ride your orgasm out.

Your pussy is hugging him tightly; the imagination of how good his cock would fill you comes to his mind, and he groans, thrusting against you from behind.

“Do ya feel that? Fuckin’ hard for ya, babydoll,” he mumbles. Bucky smirks when he sees the soft smile on your lips. You look fucked out, but the smile makes his heart flatter. “Fucked ya so good, can’t even form proper words? It’s okay, I’m gonna take care of ya.”

You nod, breathing still heavy, and sweat is covering your forehead. Saliva is still dripping down your chin, and Bucky tilts your head so he can lick away your spit. A groan leaves his plump lips as he swallows. His tongue darts out once more, licking away more of your saliva.

“Tastin’ good. Now lemme taste ya sweet pussy…” he mumbles more to himself as he removes his fingers from your cunt. A soft pout forms on your lips, and Bucky can’t help but chuckle at your sweet expression. “Jus’ being fucked by me and already wantin’ more? Such a good girl, my good girl.”

Bucky brings both of his thick fingers to his lips, pushing them between his lips as a low, pornographic moan leaves his lips. “Fuckin’ shit, could eat ya out all day.”

“What—“ an almost high-pitched voice comes from the entrance, and Bucky turns around, looking at his son. You’re still sitting between his thighs, your head resting against his shoulder and your hat on your head. Bucky still has his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them while he stares at Brock.

His son's face heats up, an expression between disgust and anger on his face while he looks from Bucky at you and back at his father. It’s not hard to find out what the two of you just did, especially not since Brock heard some of your talks and then moans.

“Did you just— fuck, take your fingers out of your mouth. You just fucked my girlfriend!” Brock growls at his dad. He rolls his eyes, annoyed, and waits for Bucky to do as he’s told.

Bucky slowly pulls his fingers with a plop out of his mouth, stroking one of your sides with one hand while he glares at Brock. Bucky didn’t pull his fingers out of his mouth because his son said so; he did it to smirk at him before speaking.

“Ya girlfriend? My babydoll isn’t ya girlfriend. Ya pushed her away and fucked around. Ya think I will let anyone touch my girl who isn’t me?” Bucky asks in a dangerously calm tone. “I don’t even let ya touch her unless she wants ya to. But do we want to ask her?”

You shake your head, not wanting Brock to touch you. “I’m yours, Bucky, all yours, cowboy,” you giggle and look at him. Bucky’s attention is all in you when you speak, his ocean blue eyes glistening with love and affection when he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, then down over your nose until he pecks your lips softly.

“Don’t ya worry, ya get lots of kisses. And then I can make ya feel good all night,” Bucky smirks at you, then he turns his face toward his son again. “‘Cause ya planned to be with ya girlfriend anyway, right?”

Brock looks down, nodding. Bucky smirks, shaking his head — he never thought his son would be that stupid to push you away, but he’s happy he did. Because Bucky loves you, he really does, and you will show you in every way possible. He doesn’t care what Brock says about Bucky’s loving you. As long as he has you, as long as you’re happy and get everything he can give you, he will never care about anyone else but you.

“My babydoll, I love ya,” he mumbles and gets up, lifting you after Brock walked back to his car to meet his girlfriend like he had planned to do anyway before he caught the two of you.

“I love you too, my cowboy,” you giggle. You can’t help the way you carve your lips, so you lean your head closer toward his and press your lips against Bucky’s plump ones. He groans, massaging your ass and deepening the kiss, letting your tongue dance with one another's. His babydoll with his hat, you made him crazy the first time he saw you, when you first wore his head, and now you belong to the cowboy, and you couldn’t be happier. Not when you have the sweetest and most caring man you can ask for, your Bucky, your cowboy.

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[selfloverrrrrr]

Can you do a Choso x reader where Choso manipulates the reader to marry him? Choso treats the reader like a princess, making her fall in love with him, but then one day as Choso and reader were on a date...reader talks to another guy making Choso jealous. So he brings her home punishing her for "cheating"

Cheating on me, darling?

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, blaming of cheating ....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Choso kamo. He's my college friend. I know him from my college. We're good friends until that night came. I was returning home from college. That night was too late. I don't know what where and it happened but I felt a cloth on my mouth and I fully fainted then and there.

When my eyes opened again I was in a room. Then I saw someone. When he came infront of me I saw it was Choso. I asked him why I was here and what happened. He told me some boys followed me and put a cloth on my mouth and I fainted. But Choso was on the way and he saw me he helped me and took me to his home. I was shocked. Didn't even suspect his lie. Then he proposed me... told me how much he loves me... and manupulate me. And dumb me got manupulated by him!

Today we planned for a dinner. Actually He was the one who planned for it. It was in a fancy restaurant. Choso wore a white shirt, rolled up sleeves, black pant and black tie. I wore a maroon long sleeveless dress. Then we went to the restaurant.

It was a great place. I loved that. And Choso was so happy too that he made me happy. We were having dinner when we were talking with each other. When I suddenly saw my old school friend there. He was working there as waiter. He was my childhood friend. I talked with him a bit. But Choso didn't like that. But he didn't show that to me. Our dinner was done and we left for our home. Choso drove us home but still didn't tell me anything.

We arrived at our house. I unlocked the door. Suddenly felt a push from behind and sound of locked the door. When I turned around it was Choso. He was looking at me with anger. "What happened?" I asked. "So you are cheating on me...huh?" He said with grinded teeth. "What are you saying?" I asked. "That shitty friend of yours.... you're cheating on me with that shit?" He asked. "Choso I think you're misunderstanding something " I said. "Oh..so I'm wrong now? Should have teach you a lesson in time.... but it's not too late yet" he replied with a smirk.

He grabbed my hair and dragged me towards his bedroom. I groaned in pain. He threw me on his bed and locked the door. Took off his shirt and threw it on the floor then started crawling towards me on the bed."please stop" I said and tried to push myself backwards but he grabbed my leg and pulled me towards him. I gasped. He was still smirking."stop?... Where's the fun then? The fun part is about to began ~" he whispered and crashed his lips on mine.

I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong. I can't even move myself. He was kissing me too roughly. I couldn't breathe. He grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. My boobs bounced out. He looked at those with lust in his eyes and didn't waste any time, crashed his mouth on my breast licking, sucking and teasing the nipple and squeezing the other one with his hand. I moaned in the sensetion. I grabbed his hair and tried to stop him by pulling it but it didn't even effect on him. "C-choso stopppp" I scremed but he didn't stop.

Then he took off my pantie. He looked at my pussy. He rubbed his finger on my clit and whispered " so wet. You naughty little slut, getting wet for me huh?". Then he licked my pussy. I couldn't help but moan loudly. He smirked at my reaction and undo his pant.

His dick sprang out. It was too big and too thick. Fear grabbed me by my neck. " C-choso no no no... P-please no... s-stop" I begged but didn't even listen to me and slammed his whole dick inside me in one slide. I scremed. He didn't even give me time to adjust his size and started thursting in and out roughly. I was throughig my legs with pain and begging him to stop. And he was liking it so much. His thurst became harder and harder. I clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came. He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh... I don't want this ..." I moaned. He grabbed my throat and chocked me down to the bed. " Shhh.... shut up and just fucking take what I'm giving you." He screamed. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out. My vision blurred out.

"Don't ever again forget about the consequence of trying to cheat on me, darling " he whispered in my ear.

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[wonryllis]

𐙚 THE THREE STAGES OF DATING PARK SUNGHOON.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park sunghoon with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ strangers to fling to lovers, absolute fluff. LIB? word count `1115 a revamp

` —IN ALL REALITIES, i want to be tied to you by heart.

001. from a fling to newfound lovers.

sitting beside the window, you watch the rain pouring down hitting against the glass and slipping like drops of tear. the music in your earphones blaring into your ears like you’re in a different world, numbing like an apocalypse. the bus stops for a while and a minute later you feel the presence of one sit beside you; it’s sunghoon, he runs a hand through his slightly wet hair trying to brush off the raindrops and adjusts his blazer before he looks at you with a rather brazen look on his face. raising his brows cockily and reaching forward to pull out one of your buds, to put it in his ear.

as he takes your hand resting on your lap into his, fingers intertwining with yours in a gentle squeeze, you look at him questioningly, “i thought you were going to take your car?” he smiles faintly turning his face to return your gaze, not a viable response, just brown orbs staring at you. his other hand moves to trace his ring on your index finger, the one he gave you this weekend, “wanted to spend some more time with you.”

it was almost ten at night when you had gotten his text to come outside, that he had something to say to you. he ended up confessing and asking you out after you got into an argument about him treating you like you were a summer fling; things could have ended in so many different ways but you’re grateful that for once the sunghoon you knew, put his ego and pride behind and admitted his wrong.

and now that he has entered your life, your world, you wish nothing but for him to stay as long as he can in there. you know this might not go on for forever but however long it may be, you want to put all your heart and efforts into it. it’s just your second day, you have a long way to go, “then let’s go to school together from now on, be it the bus or your car.” and sunghoon swears his heart has never felt what it felt when he heard your voice just now..and your smile: the first love kind. perhaps his first love? only time could tell him.

002. the step to a vulnerable heart.

“your eyes are so pretty,” he blurts out, staring at you with hearts oozing out of him,“sunghoon, i’m literally crying here,” you laugh with a pout, pulling out tissues from the box to wipe your tears and the mascara rolling down the skin of your cheeks. “but you still look so pretty, like a doll.” grinning lazily he holds the side of his head, leaning against the back of the couch while admiring you like a piece of artwork.

it makes you feel even more emotional than you already do,“i look like a mess not a doll” glaring at him playfully, you softly hit his thigh,“but i love the you mess.” his smile grows wider and brighter, pupils dilated, his warm presence feeling like an invitation to neverland; like peter to your wendy.

“stop being so cringey or i’m going to start bawling my eyes out again.” and as if on que you pause for a moment before breaking down again “stop being so pretty then- i told you not to go to that reunion” sunghoon scolds you as he takes the tissue from the grasp of your fingers and holding your face, delicately wipes the falling tears, thumbs caressing the top of your eyes giving it a gentle massage. you weren’t planning to attend the said reunion but the hopes of rekindling your friendship with your ex-bff and clear out the misunderstandings from high school overcame your desire to skip it.

instead all you got were harsh words and false accusations, something sunghoon had already predicted would happen but now all that matters to him is for you to feel better. though it’s true that in his eyes even a mess you look like an angel from heaven he’d rather see you without tears of sadness. he holds onto your hands and kissing your knuckles pulls you into a hug, patting your back in a kind of comfort you know only he can provide. to him you are one displayed at the greatest of exhibitions. a private room where only he can admire the work of emotions.

003. your honeymoon ever after.

you look at sunghoon with confused eyes as he abruptly stops after closing the door to your apartment and turns to you. taking out both of your hands which were previously in his coat pockets he grabs your cheeks, squeezing your face with a lovestruck smile and heart eyes. he pecks the tip of your nose,“your face has gotten cold, i’ll have to kiss it warm,” grinning he plants another two kisses on your cheeks, then the top of your eyelids then your forehead, then three on your lips,“it’s a bonus.”

later when you’re in the kitchen making some hot chocolate and coffee for you both, he comes in, grabs your hand and starts placing kisses on your knuckles before rubbing the skin of your hands between his palms to warm them more,“sunghoon, the heater is on,” you look at him wanting to see what he has to say. he nods giving a lovely wide smile,“i know, just- your hands are precious,”

the next time he behaves this way is an hour later when you’re cuddling in the balcony, stargazing together in the pillow&blanket fort you both made there. he makes you sit between his legs with your back against his front and hugging you from behind, leaving smooches on top of your head,“your hair smells nice,” he mumbles between his kisses, it makes you laugh. just what exactly has happened to him. after he stops you put your head in the crook of his neck and ask,“are you okay, baby? why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

he locks eyes with you and in a stare of pure love and adoration,“i just realized how lucky i am to have you, you’re so precious and i love you so much. thank you for being with me,” with that he presses another kiss to your temple and hugs you tighter. soon as he’s way into dreamland, snoring softly, you look at his peaceful face and peck his lips with a smile,“i love you a lot too, thank you for coming into my life.” he definitely heard that even in his dreams.

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[justastraymoa]

Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 4

Masterlist taglist

Things get cleared up.

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl

While we worked, he asked me about myself and told me funny stories about his career.  Including several iconic moments.  I was laughing so hard I had to cross my legs so I wouldn’t wet myself.

The noise attracted Chan.  “JYP.  I didn’t realize you were here.”

“I was helping y/n clean up from dinner.”  JYP responded.  Was it my imagination or did he sound mad?

Chan blinked over at me like he just realized I was in the room.  “Oh.  I didn’t realize.”

“It’s fine.  It’s my duty.  Go do business.  I’m almost done here.”  I shood both males.  Neither moved.

Chan looked shocked and confused.  Like he had no idea what was going on.  “No, it’s-it’s Bins day for dishes.”  He shoved a thumb in the direction of the living room where I presumed Changbin was.

“Should I have left everything on the table?”

“She isn’t your maid or slave.  Using her to clean and care for you without anything in return makes you-us-no better than the Alpha slave traders!  We even have her locked up in here!”  JYP snapped throwing the sponge into the sink.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t even realize.”  Chan started, running a hand through his hair.  “I was working on lyrics all day and just assumed-let Changbin finish.”  He gently ushered me to the living room with JYP following.

As soon as I entered the room all the chatting and laughing stopped.  Han, Lee Know, Changbin, And Felix looked up at us.

“Jeongin, Seungmin, Hyunjin, come to the living room.”  JYP called out.

Oh great.  “It’s really fine.  Theres no need to make this a thing.  I’ll leave the rest to Changbin.”  The last thing I needed was to have them all more upset with me.

I was ignored.  The others joined us in the living room, all looking expectantly at JYP.

“Last I heard, you were all sure y/n was the Alpha for you.”  JYP began.  I shifted, uncomfortable.  “Now I come today to her thinking she is only here to be your Alpha slave and smelling of nothing but despair.  What is going on?”

Sungmin spoke up first.  “She doesn’t want to be here.  She doesn’t want to be our Alpha.  Of course she’s sad.  She can’t wait to leave us.”

“Well, if she didn’t then, she certainly does now!  You were supposed to be using this week to convince her to stay!”

“Hyung told us leave her alone.”  I.N pointed out.

Hurt, I looked over at Chan.  He told them to treat me like this?  He went through all the trouble of getting me here just to hurt me!

The tears dropped before I even registered them.  Before I could stop them.

“No!”  Chan, wide eyes at seeing my tears, quickly used his sleeve to wipe them away.  More just replaced them.  The dam was broken, there was no stopping the flood now.

“No, I didn’t say that!  I promise!”  he insisted.  I stepped out of his reach.

“You told us not to bug her.  So, we left her alone.”  I.N explained.  He kept glancing at me, wringing his hands.  In fact, everyone was fidgeting.

“I said not to bug her about staying!  I wanted us to get to know her!  Bring her into our circle with no expectations!”

“So…we don’t have to leave her alone?”

“Not completely-no!”

I.Ns steps landed heavily as he ran over and nearly body slammed me as he wrapped me in a right hug.  “I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to make you cry!”  He anxiously wiped at my tear-stained cheeks.

“So, all of you just ignored her all day and made her clean up after you?”  JYP asked.

“The second one was an accident, but still my fault.  I forgot it was my day to clean up.  I didn’t realize she was doing it.”  Changbin spoke up looking contrite.

“I’m so disappointed in all of you.  I entrusted her to you because I thought you would treat her kindly whether she was your Alpha or not!  I have half a mind to send her home right now!”

“It was a misunderstanding.”  Hyunjin pointed out.

“We will treat her better.”  Felix promised.

“I’ll keep a closer eye on everything.”  Chan put in.

I.N rested his forehead against mine.  “I’m so sorry, y/n.”  He whispered to me.

I was hiccupping from crying so much, but I nodded against him, accepting his apology.  I was finally starting to calm down.

“You all take better care of her.  Y/n, unblock me and tell me if anything else happens.  Or doesn’t happen.”  JYP ordered.  He patted my hair soothingly in a very fatherly fashion, then stormed out with one last glare at the Omegas.

For a man I only met a couple days ago he sure was protective of me.  But then again if he had been keeping tabs on me all my life, I guess he would have developed protective feelings.  Or resentment.  I’m glad it isn’t resentment.  Even if protective feels a bit weird.

I.N moved back, away from me as Han came up with a box of tissues.  He offered me the box with a small attempt at a smile.

“I’m sorry.  I’m overreacting.”  I sniffed as I grabbed a couple tissues and blew my nose.

“No, it’s us who are sorry.  We made you feel like this.”  Hyunjin disagreed.

Hand stepped a bit closer.  “Can I hug you?”  He asked quietly.

Nodding I opened my arms in invitation.  He immediately stepped into them with a deep breath of my undiluted scent.  He snuggled under my chin and started twisting us both from left to right.

Chan stepped into my field of vision.  “Y/n.  This all got way out of hand.  You aren’t our slave, we aren’t trying to hold you captive.  We never meant to make you feel that way.”

Still holding Han with one arm, I reached the other out to Chan.  He gripped my hand.  “I believe you.  I think most of what I was feeling was my own fear.  I grew up on horror stories about how Alphas are treated.”  I explained.

Chan squeezed my hand.  “I would understand if you want to leave early.  I can take you to the airport if you want.”  Though he looked like even saying it pained him.

I grunted as a body collided with me from behind.  Felixs scent rushed over me, mingling with Han’s sunshine warm scent.  Both reminded me of a soft summer storm.

Chan was offering me a guilt free out.  I could take my suppressant, wait for it to kick in, then go home.  Put all this behind me and hope no one finds out my subgender.

It was honestly so tempting.  It sounded so good.  I should take the out.  Get back to normalcy and safety.

I couldn’t bring myself to.  “Thank you, but I’ll stick this out.”

“Then let’s start over.  Let’s do this right.”  Lee Know suggested.  I nodded.

“In that case.”  Hyunjin started looking shy but determined.  “I pained something for you today.”

He left the room briefly and came back with a mounted canvas about 8X10 if I were to guess.  The actual painting was turned away from my view as Hyunjin fidgeted a bit, face getting progressively redder.

I tapped gently at Felix and Han and they both reluctantly let me go.  I smiled gently at Hyunjin, letting him take his time-even if my anxiety surged at the thought of receiving a gift.

Not just any gift.  A gift from one of my Omegas.  And he was acting so cute and shy about giving it to me.  I really wanted to coo and pinch his cheeks while baby talking at him.

And I haven’t even mentioned how it was a painting done by Hyunjin of Stray Kids.  How freaking full is my fangirl heart right now!

“It’s-um…it’s not very good.  But I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day and your scent is calming.  Like lavender.  So, I wanted to paint you some lavender.”  He rambled before finally thrusting the canvas at me.  I flipped it over to reveal a breathtaking depiction of a bushel of dried lavender.  Flowers are the perfect shade of purple and the details on the petals and stems awe inspiring.

“You did this in a day?!”  I asked.  Hyunjin shrugged.  “This is amazing, holy fuck!  You are amazing!  Thank you, Hyunjin!”

I couldn’t wait to put it up in the guest room for my stay here.  It would bring a wonderful and beautiful pop of color to the plain room.

Reaching out, I pulled Hyunjin in for a hug, standing on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck.  He only hesitated a moment before wrapping around my ribs.

He still smelled of paint.  His scent was something I could only describe as dark, steady, strong colors.  He himself was a painting.  A piece of art from his scent and beyond.  And he was warm.  A pleasant crackling campfire on a cool fall night.

“After practicing on so many Alphas, you think we’d be better at this.”  Changbin noted.

“Theres no other Alphas like Y/n.”  Lee Know stated plainly.

I swatted at Lee Know Playfully, face turning red.  “Stop that!  My god!”  Lee Know saying shit like that will kill me.

“Not good at taking compliments.  Noted.  Challenge accepted.”

“No.  There is no challenge!  Lee Know, I swear to god!”

But he was already smiling maniacally.  I am never going to survive this.  I will die of embarrassment before the week was up, I just know it.

“Bin, go finish cleaning up dinner.”  Chan ordered.

Changbin nodded and immediately left the room.

“I’ll go help him.”  I stated.  After all, I already started it, and it was unfair for him to take the blame for me doing it.  I assumed it was expected of me instead of asking about it.

“Nope, you’ve done enough work today.”  Chan said catching me as I walked by.

He easily picked me up with one arm and deposited me onto the couch.  Once there I was immediately pinned by 2 bodies cuddling up to me, effectively keeping me from moving.

“No fair!”

Felix and Han didn’t seem the least bit repentant.

“I’ve been dying to cuddle you all day long.  No one is going to stop me now.”  Felix sighed, getting more comfortable.

Chan was smiling, dimples on full display.  “I told you they were clingy.”  He shrugged, finding a seat of his own.

“I wasn’t complaining that they are clingy!  I was complaining that they weaponized it!”

This made everyone in the room laugh, lightening the tense atmosphere a little bit.

But Chan grew serious again, leaning forward in his seat and facing me.

“What would you like to watch?”  He spoke gravely.

It made the last of the tension break.  I smiled and shook my head at him.  He failed to hold back a smile of his own, breaking character.

“Just do whatever you were doing before.  Honestly, I’m just going to fall asleep.”  It was true.  Between my sleep schedule being on a different continent and exhausting myself by crying, I was feeling very sleepy.  The pleasant scents and weights of Han and Felix only made me sleepier.

Chan nodded and flipped the game console back on.  They all settled in to play some more while I distracted myself by playing with Han’s hair and gently rubbing my fingers up and down Felixs arm.  The entire time I felt my eyelids getting heavy.

“What did you do today.”  Han asked suddenly, bringing me back to alertness.

I half shrugged.  “Cleaned.  Worked.”  It had not been a good or exciting day.

“What’s your job?”

“Photography.  Videography.  Editing them both.  Today I edited a maternity shoot.”  Currently only 2 of us edit, me and the owner, so there was a lot to edit for the popular little photography business.

“Can I see some?”

“I have some on my phone I can show you later.  Its currently inaccessible.”  The phone in question was in my back pocket.  I was unwilling to move the 3 of us to get it.

Changbin joined us again, sitting by my feet, head resting on my knee.  I reached over to playfully muss his hair.  He looked over and smiled before looking back to the game on the screen.

“Maybe you can do a photoshoot here.  I’m itching to work.  We’ve been on hiatus forever!”  Hyunjin suggested.

I could.  I was going to Korea and meeting Stray Kids so of course I brought my basic equipment.  I hadn’t planned on a big shoot though.  And nothing like Stray Kids caliber photos.

“We could.”  Chan popped in.  “We are allowed to post on our socials.”

It’s true.  It was the one thing about this hiatus that was slightly different.  They didn’t just disappear.  They were on insta, on bubble, and doing lives interacting with fans.

Of course they didn’t elaborate on their search for an Alpha.  Just stated that the search was ongoing.  No matter how pushy some fans got about getting more information.  And some did get way out of line.

Seungmin scoffed.  “Yeah.  Great.  One last photo shoot before Stray Kids die.”

“Seungmin.”  Chan warned.

“What?  Am I wrong?”  Seungmin snapped.  “She’s going to leave at the end of the week, and we will never find another Alpha.  You’re all getting all cozy with her, and she is just going to break your hearts!”

“Enough, Seungmin!”  Chan ordered firmly looking up from the fame to glare at him.  “You are not helping the situation by being a brat about it.”

Seungmin glared right back at Chan, jaw flexing in anger.

I sighed softly.  “Its fine, Chris.  He is entitled to his opinions.  If he wants me to leave him alone, I can do that.”

Seungmin turned to me.  “What I want you to do is stay!  Give us an actual chance!  Instead of just stringing us along!”

“It’s not just as simple as that, Seungmin.  My reasons for not being able to be your Alpha are valid.”

“And what are these valid reasons?”

“Besides the danger that comes with the entire world knowing I’m Alpha?  Theres the fact that I am not meant to be in your world.”  I explained.  “I am a camera person.  Im meant to be behind the camera-not in front of it.”

“Then stay behind your camera!  No one said you had to become an idol!”

“You really think they will be okay with me just being me?  They will force me to change.  It will be slow.  A mandatory haircut here, a selected wardrobe, then a small photoshoot.  I would slowly lose everything I am now.  Everything I worked for – what I made of myself – would be gone.”

This seemed to bring Seungmin up short.  Like this never occurred to him before I pointed it out.

“I never thought of it like that.”  He admitted.

“Of course you didn’t.  Because to you this is the best thing all around.  You like being an idol.  Everyone around you likes being an idol or dreams of being one.  And to you having an Alpha solves a lot of your current and most pressing problems.  So naturally you wouldn’t even consider there being a downside.”

The room was silent for a full minute while they let everything really sink in.  Let all our new realities permeate.  And attempt to find a solution to the issues to make everyone happy.

I let them work through it.  Maybe one of them would find a solution.  A loophole to the law.  But I wasn’t holding my breath.  Instead, I braided small sections of Changbins hair.  Small short braids, just to keep my hands busy and mind occupied.  Felix nuzzled his face into my upper arm and stayed there.

“Us and our security team can keep you safe, but…”  Chan began

“But you can’t stop them from changing me.  Not forever.”  I finished for him.  It was just the facts.  Sad facts, but true.

“What if what you become with us is better?  What you were truly meant to be?”  I.N asked quietly.

And wasn’t that the question of the week?  “That’s a risk I must decide whether to take.  If it’s worth losing who I am to potentially become someone better.”

“In the meantime, we will all continue as planned.  No guilting or pressuring y/n to stay.”  Chan concluded with a pointed look at Seungmin.

With a growl Seungmin stood and stormed from the room.  A door slammed a couple seconds later making me jump slightly.

Sighing heavily, I let my head fall back and hit the couch.  I didn’t blame Seungmin for acting the way he was.  I understand where he is coming from bother personally and professionally.

“We are still searching for other Alphas, but our efforts are coming up short.  We have exhausted every avenue we know.  However, we are not in any way giving up.”  Chan told the others before he stood and followed after Seungmin.

A few seconds passed before Felix spoke up.  “So, do you game?”

I chuckled and shook my head.  “Not the kind you lay.  I’m terrible at them.  I’m good just watching, promise.”

“So, you play like Felix then.”  Lee Know teased.  Felix chucked a throw pillow at him that Lee Know promptly caught with his lightning-fast reflexes.

I was right about falling asleep.  I don’t even remember closing my eyes.  I was watching the boys play some shooter game and then suddenly.

Changbin was cradling me in his arms and carrying me to my bed. I woke myself up enough to wiggle out of my jeans – ignoring Changbins protest about waiting until he was gone – and cocoon myself in the blanket.  I was asleep again in seconds.

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[not-coldwater]

Am I Yours?

hi!!!! my first fic. not proofread so sorry if this is ass. if y’all have any requests please send them!! gn! reader, angst with comfort, misunderstandings, cheating??, platonic tighnari

You were one of the many people infatuated with the illustrious magician of Fontaine, Lyney. Out of the crowd of people fawning over him, he chose to devote his heart to you! He would always surprise you with gifts, shower you with affection, and be your shoulder to cry on. Your relationship was so perfect, and you never wanted it to change. Life, however, was not kind enough to let things stay that way.

Lyney was faithful to his Father, and although he didn’t enjoy the mission he was sent in, he still proceeded with it. His mission was to court a high ranking officer of a bandit group who had stolen some sensitive documents in order to find out where they had hidden them. He hadn’t told you since he believed that it would be a fairly quick mission.

Lyney had been absent the last week, so you had began to worry about him. You knew he was in the Fatui, so you had immediately began to think the worst possible outcomes. You had begun walking to the Court of Fontaine in order to cool your nerves, but to your relief you saw Lyney! You wanted to run to him and ask how he’s been, but you quickly notice that he’s with someone else. You move in closely to try to listen on their conversation, but you hide out of his line of sight. “Mon chéri, you look so stunning today. I can’t believe the archons have blessed me with someone so exquisite,” Lyney says without any hesitation. Surely you misheard him, right? Lyney grabs their hand and leaves a gentle kiss on top of it. You begin to shake. This isn’t your Lyney, right? Your Lyney would never say this to anyone else, your Lyney who would declare his love for you every night as you held him close, your Lyney who would bandage you up if you scraped your knee on the sidewalk, your Lyney who said he would never leave your side. Your eyes begin to blur with tears forming, but his next words cause your heart to feel as though he had personally shot you with one of his pyro infused arrows. “I love you more than anyone on Teyvat, and not even the archons could cause me to leave your side”. You run all the way home, sobbing violently. You made sure to stay out of Lyney’s vision as you fled.

Another week had passed, and Lyney was almost done with his mission. He couldn’t wait to see you and hold you in his arms. Every word he said to his target felt so vile that he wanted to vomit. As soon as this was over he would treat you to everything you could ever want. You on the other hand we’re a mess. You barely took care of yourself, only doing the bare minimum to keep yourself alive. You hadn’t left your house since the day you saw Lyney with that person. You were curled up in a blanket that was made for you by your old friend, Tighnari. You figured that he would know how to help ease your pain a bit, so you decided to take a weeklong trip to visit him in Gandharva Ville.

When Lyney was finally finished with that mission of his, he immediately went to look for you. He used his copy of your key to get into your house, only to see it empty. He asks your neighbors if they had seen you anywhere, and to no avail, he got no answers from any of them. He looked at all of your favorite spots in Fontaine, but there was still no sight of you. He decided to call it quits for the day, and when he went home he was greeted to a letter on his bed.

When you arrived in Sumeru, Tighnari was stunned to say the least. He quickly brought you inside. You had explained everything while shaking as if you were a wet kitten on the side of the road. He held onto you as you sobbed your eyes out. As soon as you had started to calm down a little bit, he began to say, “You can stay for as long as you need. I will always be here for you. You should write him a letter about everything that you saw and how you feel. “ You nod along, still shaken up. “Make sure you tell him that if i get my hands on him, he will not see tomorrow morning,” he says playfully, but continues with, “And I will be taking care of you until you get better. You’re important to me”. “T-thank you,” you quietly say through sniffles. “Let’s get some rest, yeah? It’s pretty late, and by the looks of it you desperately need sleep,” Tighnari says while prepping you some herbal tea.

Lyney is distressed upon seeing the contents of your letter. Every day for the past week, he’s been visiting your house, hoping you would return home. When you do finally return home, he is beyond relieved to see you’re not hurt, at least physically that is. Upon hearing him at your door, you immediately tense up. You stay quiet as you hear the turning of the key the door. You curl up on the couch, once again engulfed in your blanket, trying to make yourself disappear as if you were in one of Lyney’s magic tricks. He makes his way in, and upon seeing you so distraught, his heart aches. He walks toward you, but you quietly whimper, “P-please just g-g-go away”, you say as your eyes begin to get glossy. Lyney can’t begin to fathom the guilt he feels upon seeing your reaction to him. “Mon amour, I can explain,” he begins to state, slightly trembling with the fear of losing you being the only thing on his mind. “What you saw was me on a mission, I felt so nauseous saying those things to someone that wasn’t you, my love. You are the only person I would ever need. Please darling, I’m begging you to believe me. I’m so sorry for breaking your trust and hurting you,” and he begins to catch his breath. You sniffle, and an unbearable silence overcomes the room. Lyney is now a mess, sweating bullets and hands shaking. “I don’t think we will be the same. A-at least not for a while. It’s gonna take some time for me to trust you again,” you admit in a soft voice, a little calmer than before. Lyney tears up, “Thank you mon chéri, I promise I will do anything to make you feel safe with me again. For now, can I please just hold you?” he says with relief in his voice. You nod and hold your arms out. Slowly, but surely, things return to how they were, but with your trust in each other now increased tenfold.

[silvamyman]

𝗣-P𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 !

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 !: A day off from Blue Lock, finally determined to make peace between all the boys, forget the misunderstandings, a new one is born, With youthful hormones

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 !: Blue lock x FemY/N ¡!

Warning!: Harassment, Minors, Hormonal children, Stalkers, desecration, wet dreams, Milf

Please do not translate my work, do not upload it to any platform, Consult me ​​to give you authorization for my work, I would appreciate it if you would show me the talent you have after reading my stories ! 🫶

Finally, after so much effort, all the boys who participated in the Blue lock project had their well-deserved rest, after so many tears, sweat and frustration, They were definitely making the most of those vacations now. And what could be better than making peace?

Isagi was the one who had the idea, to bring all the boys together, leave the rivalries, envy and meaningless senses of superiority, recognize the abilities of each one and unite them with the others, Everyone accepted, some went reluctantly (Like barou)

To improve the moment, Reo decided to contribute to Isagi's good cause, he invited them to spend a day at his house, it was impolite to reject his offer after having made peace. Why not?

This is how all the boys ventured to the reo's house, making small talks about any topic, remembering embarrassing moments, comical moments, various emotions that they felt as soon as they knew each other

As soon as they arrived, they realized the rich neighborhood in which reo lived with his family, living the life of any boy, Reo gave them a small tour of his house, just the basics, kitchen, bathroom, and his room, where they would be most of the day

Everyone took some kind of seat, getting comfortable, they spent some time like that, making jokes, games, Taking small snacks and drinks

Everything was laughter, except for Nagi, his gaze lost in the window, looking at the house from the side

"—Reo! Reo!"

Nagi's scream full of happiness alarmed the others, everyone stayed in their places while reo got up from his bed, to see what was happening, He looked out the window, barely knowing what was happening, he took his binoculars to see better*

"—is something wrong guys?"

Isagi asked with a small confused tone as if scared by the attitude of both friends

Everyone approached the window, burying themselves and fixing their gaze on the neighbor's room

They were surprised to see a curvy figure, a woman so beautiful, so delicate, her skin looks so soft.

She was so beautiful in every aspect, breaking the Japanese stereotype, the standards they had of a woman, were tiny to what she was

"—And... What are we seeing?"

Bachira commented, without understanding much, seeing a woman behind one of his windows, he didn't see why, at that moment Otoya placed a finger on his lips letting him know that he would shut up

"—Don't worry, we'll explain later"

He spoke reo, while he adjusted his binoculars to better appreciate the moment, His childhood love until now, who disturbs his dreams with such elegance, who treated him like a little child, His beloved neighbor

Reo remembers his neighbor from childhood, his beloved neighbor always came on important holidays, doing a singing performance

A talented woman, doing small performances in dressing rooms, Their work was mysterious to the entire neighborhood, they only knew very little about acting

"—Just enjoy the view, we'll talk in a moment"

Nagi spoke without taking his eyes off the window, as enthusiastic as a dog waiting for a treat, all the boys looked at each other, they decided to listen to Nagi

Everyone turned their gaze to the window again

As soon as I turned around, that long-awaited and mysterious show began

The girl was behind them, not knowing that some hormonal children were watching her through her uncovered window

The sensual and charming neighbor began to take off her heels, leaving them in their usual place, She took her stockings in her hands showing her meaty and juicy butt as soon as she bent down to take her stockings off the floor

All the boys immediately blushed at the sight, everyone was stunned, Some swallowed in surprise as an emotion, they never expected those attitudes of nagi and reo

They never took their gaze off the backside of such a beautiful neighbor, her dress tight to her flesh, She left her stockings on the edge of the bed, at that moment she began to lift her dress from the butt up, showing her panties to the boys while she passed her dress over her head, Throwing it on the edge of your bed

The boys could barely contain a scream, they stayed frozen in place, no matter how much they tried to look away, they always returned to the same point

The beautiful and distracted neighbor continued with her show, She pushed her hair aside, showing her bra, she untied it in the back, letting it fall to the floor, she grabbed the edges of her panties, letting them fall to the floor

I take his clothes, underwear as well as upper, leaving them in his dirty clothes basket, She returned her body to her closet, revealing her breasts and butt, Her beautiful face so fragile and soft, so innocent

He took his bath towel, a towel for his hair and another for his body, placed them between his hips while he closed his closet

He headed to his bathroom, he never noticed the lustful looks of brats as soon as they understood that his small cock didn't let go, it was to go to the bathroom

Her heard the bathroom shower turn on, at that moment his beautiful neighbor began to hum a little song

Definitely, they should go to the reo's house more often, to "talk among friends"

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part 2?

I have many ideas that would never be expected, if this blog is supported I will do the second part right away !

[culxiaa-fn]

YOU ARE A WHAT?!?

---[masterlist]---

(The First Year gang finds out Kantokusei is a girl/female )

Ace

The first one to find out about the shocking news

He barged in Ramshackle's room while Kantokusei is changing clothes

(cliche I know but Kantokusei lives alone in that dorm, I wouldn't even expect someone to just barge in )

Grim threatened Ace he will roast him alive if he tells someone about this.

Ace won't change his treatment toward you, he himself saw how Kantokusei can handle stuff and deal with their chaos.

But he will not allow people freely touching Kantokusei in case they can figure it out.

After all who will he annoy if Kantokusei gets expelled because of this information.

Ace: KANTOKUSEI!!!! YOU WON'T BELIEVE ME WHAT KIND OF RIDICULOUS RULE RIDDLE PUNISHED ME FOR!!

[name]: Wha- ACE?!

Ace: wait- hold on- STOP THROWING STUFF TO ME!!

Deuce:

Deuce baby finds out after one day after school they caught up in the rain and end up completely soak

Kantokusei offered to stop at Ramshackle dorm because if they stay in that wet clothes they will end up with fever and the mirror chamber is still far away.

It completely slips out of Kantokusei's mind that Deuce didn't know about this information yet.

When Kantokusei takes off her jacket poor baby is confused why Kantokusei is wearing a bra...

Chaos unfolds when Ace panics and tries to cover Kantokusei.

All of them end up in a long talk about this to the point it passed the curfew time.

Deuce can't look at Kantokusei's face for a while.

Ace: WAIT- WAIT KANTOKUSEI YOUR CLOTHES!!

[name]: Huh? OH SHIT-

Ace: DEUCE CLOSS YOUR EYES

Jack:

Jack somehow has a suspicion of Kantokusei's gender because of her smell

(kinda weird i know but beastman has a very strong sense of smell)

He straight up asked Kantokusei about this in private after explaining that she can't risk people finding out this so "Jack-kun you definitely have to keep this a secret"

Jack worries about another Savanaclaw's member figuring this out so his solution is to cover Kantokusei in his scent to mask her scent.

He doesn't really mind this so "your secret is safe with me"

Kinda amusing to see some muscle heads in Savanaclaw are actually scared of Kantokusei.

Jack: Don't worry I won't do much. Since Grim is always with you, most of the time you have Grim's scent on you. I will just mix the scent a little to cover it more.

Jack: Don't worry I won't tell anyone, If you get expelled who will handle those three. Only you can keep them in line.

Epel:

Shocked.

Astonished

flabbergast

astound

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONE OF THE PEOPLE THAT I SECRETLY ADMIRED IS A GIRL?!

Think back when he makes a borderline sexist remark and said feminity= weak

Definitely try to avoid Kantokusei for a while out of guilt.

Kantokusei thought that he distanced himself because he hates her.

Kantokusei ends up confronting him and calls him a coward just because she is a girl he doesn't want to be friends with her anymore.

Explain that it's not like that and apologize for the misunderstanding.

Definitely change his view toward the opposite gender/sex tho.

His admiration towards Kantokusei didn't change in fact he admired her more.

Epel: Sorry... I admit maybe some of you are not that bad...

Sebek:

Don't care. Didn't ask. Waka-sama is more interesting then some human's secret.

While at first Sebek didn't give much reaction and pretend he didn't care he actually kept a close eye on any potential that was risking that information from leaking.

Sebek insisted that humans are weak but he knows that Kantokusei is actually stronger than she looks. After all she is Waka-sama's best friend!

While he will not change his attitude and how he treats Kantokusei there is still notable softness and protectiveness. He is still a knight after all.

Who said chivalry is dead?

Sebek: I don't care if you are a woman or man or a monster but be careful not to taint Waka-sama's reputation and image.

Sebek: I suppose you can handle yourself right? You are with all of them noisy humans after all.

Sebek:.... You can still come to me if you need help... THIS IS BECAUSE YOU ARE WAKA-SAMA BEST FRIEND YOU HEAR?!

[mid0khan]

Dreamling Week 2024, day 1

First time I participate in something like that, I can't wait to show you what I did for each day! Thanks to @mr-sadman for the prompts ^^

Prompt: Indulgence

Title: Just a Weekend

Summary: Dream and Hob had a fight. They will have to talk it through (and Dream can learn that the world won't end if he isn't workign 24/7, as a treat). (1,781 words, no TW)

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It had all started with a stupid fight.

Look, Hob knew that Morpheus had responsibilities, and pretty important ones. He knew, when they started dating, that they wouldn’t see each other as often as they could if they were both humans. He knew Dream was doing his best, but his duties kept him away from the Waking World more often than not, and Hob couldn’t spend too much time in the Dreaming either (Morpheus had explained something about body modifications and compatibility with the Waking World, Hob didn’t understand everything but he had understood the result of him staying too long in his boyfriend’s kingdom would be Very Bad).

Still, their anniversary was just around the corner and Hob had wanted to make it really special; which is why he had asked Morpheus if maybe he could spend a whole week-end in the Waking World, or at least be there when Hob would be awake. Which Morpheus had interpreted as Hob trying to keep him from his function. Hob had tried to fix the misunderstanding but had quickly grown frustrated with Dream and it had soon escalated to a full-blown screaming match. Morpheus had stormed off in a dramatic cloud of sand, and Hob had spent the rest of the afternoon angrily sweeping his living room so it wouldn’t look like an indoor desert anymore.

It had happened three days ago. Hob’s anger had run its course, and now he only felt disappointed. And a bit worried, since Morpheus hadn’t come back since their fight.

Okay, maybe a lot worried. It all felt a bit too much like 1889 for his comfort.

Which is why he almost cried in relief when Matthew knocked on his window this evening.

Hob rushed to open the window and let the soaking wet raven inside. He barely had time to greet his friend than Matthew was flapping an accusatory wing at him, spraying him in the process.

 “I know it’s none of my business, except I’m the one who had to work in a fucking hurricane because the Boss has spent the last days in a terrible mood so it is in fact my business. What happened?”

Hob sighed. “We had a fight.”

“No shit,” Matthew deadpanned. Hob glared at him. “Sorry sorry. What did you fight about?”

“I asked him to stay a few days in the Waking World for our anniversary. It’s next week. But he took that as me trying to keep him from his work, and he got all defensive, and I grew frustrated, and we ended up screaming at each other…”

“Wait wait wait. Let me get this straight. Everyone in the Dreaming has been miserable for the last three days and finding a dry place in the realm has become Mission: Impossible because you guys couldn’t talk to each other?” Hob winced apologetically, and the raven let out an indignant caw. “You better fix this Gadling.”

“I can’t fix it alone you know; it takes two to make a couple.”

“I know but I’m not risking to anger a being with cosmical power who’s already in a bad mood.”

“Fair,” Hob sighed. “Listen, I’d like to fix it, I don’t like it when we’re angry at each other, but I can’t do anything if he refuses to see me.”

“That’s it. When you’re asleep tonight I’m dragging you to the castle and you two will talk it through like adults.”

 “What happened to not angering a being of cosmical power?”

“You’ll be the one facing him, not me,” Matthew shrugged.

“You’re such a good friend,” Hob teased.

“Don’t worry, you can’t die,” the raven retorted. Hob rolled his eyes and Matthew stuck his tongue out at him good-naturedly.

When Hob fell asleep this night, he barely had time to register what his dream was about before the raven pulled him into the Dreaming’s throne room. Hob cursed as he was immediately drenched, rain falling from the ceiling in literal waterfalls. Outside, he could hear the wind screaming, rattling the painted windows in their frames.

“I thought you were exaggerating when you said a hurricane!” Hob yelled to be heard against the storm as Matthew dragged him out of the room.

According to the raven, Morpheus had spent the last three days sulking in his quarters. Thankfully, it wasn’t raining in the hallways of the castle, so they manage to travel through the corridors without too much discomfort; it wasn’t dry though, as water was seeping from the walls, pooling on the tiles in puddles that Hob had to avoid carefully lest he ended up with wet feet.

“I’m surprised Mervyn’s crew isn’t fixing the castle,” he commented as they passed waterlogged paintings.

“The whole maintenance force has been mobilised in the library,” Matthew answered. “Water everywhere! I had never seen Lucienne so angry; the Boss is in for an earful when everything’s back to normal.”

When they finally arrived in front of Morpheus’ quarters, Hob’s feet were wet anyway. Matthew left him in front of the black door with a last “good luck” before flying away. Hob took a fortifying breath before entering his boyfriend’s bedroom.

Hob knew the place; him and Dream had spent some (very memorable) nights there together, so he didn’t take time to admire the finely sculpted furniture, the high ceilings, or the sheets so dark they would have made Anish Kapoor cry. He quickly scanned the room, and when he didn’t find Morpheus, he crossed the bedroom toward its balcony.

Just as he had expected, Dream was there, standing in the rain, wearing a robe so thin it was almost see-through, the wet material sticking to his skin.

“Morpheus?” Hob called, and the Endless flinched. “You’ll catch a cold if you stay in the rain like that.”

“I can’t get sick,” Dream answered. Yet he walked back inside the room, which Hob took like a small victory. Every time the immortal saw his beloved in his own realm, he was baffled anew by how otherworldly the Endless looked there. He did too in the Waking World, to some degree, but it was nothing compared to how Dream looked in his home. His body was slimmer, taller, more emaciated and more muscular at the same time, his skin so white it was almost luminous. His eyes, usually an impossible shade of blue, were completely black with swirling nebulas in place of a pupil. He was beautiful. He was always beautiful. Hob loved every aspect of him.

“I missed you,” he said softy. Dream answered with a pout, but a smile creeped on his lips all the same.

“…I missed you too.”

“Can we talk about our fight?”

“I don’t want to.”

“I know, but we will have to do it at some point.”

“I know,” Morpheus sighed. He sat on his bed, hugging his legs against his chest nervously. “Let us talk then.”

“Can I sit next to you?” When Dream nodded, Hob climbed on the bed with him. He tentatively took Morpheus’ hand in his own, and when the Endless didn’t push him away, he squeezed it lightly. He knew how hard those discussions always were for Dream.

“Are you angry at me?”

“I was a bit at first. I’m not anymore.” Morpheus let out a relieved sigh. “I’m sorry for screaming at you, love. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I apologize for leaving abruptly. And for the sand. It was spiteful of me.”

“You’re all forgiven. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do it again, though. I was worried.”

“I will try my best.” They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, Hob softly rubbing circles on Dream’s hand with his thumb. “… There is something else I should apologize for,” the Endless eventually whispered, avoiding Hob’s confused look. “I am entirely responsible for our argument.”

“That’s not true, I could have explained myself better…”

“I understood what you were trying to say perfectly well the first time, I just pretended not to.”

“If you didn’t want to spend the weekend with me you could have simply said so,” Hob said, hoping he didn’t sound too hurt by the idea.

“But I want to!”

“Then why did you-” The immortal realized he had raised his voice, and stopped, forcing himself to take a few calming breaths. “Love, I need you to explain why you did that.”

Morpheus’ form shrunk as he turned away from Hob without letting go of his hand.

“It was… easier to blame you rather than myself.”

Hob softened. Dream had made a lot of progress since they had started dating when it came to talking about his feelings, but he still struggled often. It didn’t help that he had literal eons of issues to unpack.

“What do you blame yourself for?”

“I shouldn’t want to be away for so long. I already left my realm for a whole century-”

“Against your will,” Hob chimed in.

“-and now I want to leave again? Spend two whole days in the Waking World?” Morpheus continued like he hadn’t hear him. “I was made to serve my function. I shouldn’t want to do anything else.”

“Dream, we talked about this. You’re allowed to want things outside of your job.”

“It’s not my job, it’s-”

“I know; that’s not the important part of what I was saying. Let’s try something else: your siblings, do they like things outside of their function?”

“Destiny doesn’t.”

“And he looks absolutely miserable if you ask me. What about Death?”

“… She likes apples?”

“Does it make her bad at what she does?”

“Of course not! She accomplishes her duties admirably,” Dream exclaimed, turning back toward Hob. The immortal took his face in his hands, trying to be the most convincing he could be.

“See? It’s okay to have likes and wants outside of your function.”

“But leaving for two days? What if something happens and I’m not there?”

“I’m sure Lucienne can manage. And Matthew can come fetch you if you’re absolutely needed here.” Morpheus still seemed doubtful. Hob sighed. “It’s okay if you don’t think leaving for to days is a good idea. But I want you to understand that you can let yourself have things sometimes. Constantly depriving yourself is not good for you, and it won’t make you better at your work.”

“It is a habit that will be hard to break.”

“I know. But I’ll be here to help you.”

“… I think I would like to spend the weekend with you. But I will come back to the Dreaming when you will sleep, just to make sure everything is alright.”

Hob smiled. “Sounds perfect love.”

Outside, the sun shone for the first time in three days.

[sadiegirl2021]

Over 10k hits!! Unimaginable

In honour of this milestone, here are some Gwynlain friendship snippets from the story so far:

Chapter Two:

Gwyn, ever the big sister at heart, reassured her, "Well, just make sure he treats you with respect, and know you can stop at any time. Do you have protection?"

Elain's innocence shone through in her response. "Protection? Like a dagger?"

Gwyn couldn't help but laugh at the misunderstanding. "No, Elain, contraceptive tea! Nesta drinks it daily. Have you not heard of it? Didn't you and Graysen protect yourselves?"

Elain looked a bit sheepish and replied, "No, I mean, we were going to get married, so there wouldn't have been any reason to. I suppose I got lucky. Nyx might have had a cousin." She snickered.

Chapter Four:

She half-crawled toward Elain's room, reaching it through their shared living space.

"Elain?" She reached for the bed, patting around for a body. Nesta would kill her if anything happened. "Elain?" She tried again, in a raspy whisper.

"Stop screaming," Elain whimpered out.

Thank the gods, Gwyn thought. She crawled under the covers to lie beside Elain.

"Why are you wet?" Elain moaned.

"I was hoping you could tell me!" She laughed weakly.

"I don't even remember leaving the club. My head hurts so much! How did Nesta do this every night for months?" It sounded like she was almost crying.

Gwyn gathered her against her for a hug. "I think the trick is to keep drinking."

"I'm never drinking again," Elain exclaimed.

Chapter Six:

"So, you and Baz!? Sorry again for the interruption. But in fairness, I did knock!”

Elain blushed, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as she slammed her head into the pillow. "I don’t know what happened! I was helping him put lotion on, and the next thing I know, I’m pinned against the wall asking him to kiss me," she mumbled, “It was ridiculously hot!”

"Sounds like it! You’re drinking your tea, right?"

Elain rolled her eyes, "Yes, every day, mom!" She playfully hit Gwyn in the face with the pillow.

“Hey, I can’t help it! You’re like my little sister. I want to make sure you’re safe. And if Balthazar does anything to hurt you, tell me straight away. I’m well-trained in kicking the shit out of Illyrians,” Gwyn boasted.

Elain leapt over to grab her into a suffocating hug. “Thank you.”

Chapter Nine:

Elain smiled, "So, you and Azriel then..." she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Gwyn rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance. "We're not talking about that either!"

"You don’t even know what I was going to ask!" Elain teased, nudging her playfully.

"Read your book," Gwyn shot back, grabbing a novel and shoving it into Elain’s hands. She laughed.

Chapter Sixteen:

Gwyn laughed. "Elain, I'm pretty sure if you wore a potato sack, Lucien would still think you’re the most beautiful female that ever existed."

"You don’t know that…I might not even be his type," Elain sighed. She’d never seen him with any other females, but she was sure there had to be broken hearts all over Prythian considering how handsome he was. Maybe he preferred different hair colours, darker skin, brighter eyes. She sometimes felt a bit ordinary with her brown hair and brown eyes. Sure, they had a mating bond but it didn’t mean he found her attractive.

“Trust me, you’re every male’s type!” Gwyn raised an eyebrow, knocking Elain from her thoughts with a blush.

“Well, I’m all out of potato sacks, so help me pick a dress,” Elain joked. Gwyn laughed at that.

Chapter Twenty-Three:

Gwyn pushed into her room the second Lucien was gone, shouting “Tell me everything!”

How far down the hallway would he hear them? Maybe he’d winnowed… did it matter if he heard anything she said?

“Nothing happened. We really just fell asleep together, and then talked for a bit,” she told Gwyn.

She rolled her eyes, “Really? You just had a casual little nap with your mate?”

“I swear! We’re trying the whole friends thing for a while.”

Gwyn laughed, “Good luck with that. You know he’s obsessed with you, right? The mating bond messes males up way more than females.”

[respectthepetty]

With My Dear Bro Day One

Love Tractor's leads got sent to El Nido in the Philippines by the production company and recorded it for With My Dear Bro. I truly have nothing better to do with my time during this quiet holiday break now that midnight mass is done, and GMMTV didn't give me Safe House this year, so I'm binging it and writing about it in three posts (One, Two, Three) because why not?

First off, the opening credits are adorable.

Next, their only concern when packing was making sure to bring a hairdryer. Not a joke. Very serious business.

There is only ONE BED, and they did not realize that until they get to the house. Yoon Do Jin said he would sleep on the couch.

That was a lie.

Yoon Do Jin is very outgoing and travels often while Do Won is introverted and hasn't traveled much. Yoon Do Jin is fine spending all their money. Do Won is frugal. Yoo Do Jin wants to try all the things. Do Won, not so much.

They both speak English often on the trip, but Do Won, who has a degree in hotel management teaches Yoon Do Jin the words for fork, knife, and spoon, plus that the taller glass is for wine and the shorter glass is for water (the more you know). They struggle with the laid-back style of the island aka the speed of service.

Much like their characters in Love Tractor, Yoon Do Jin fills every silence (with horrible dad jokes!). Do Won, not so much.

They have $700 which equals over 40,000 pesos! I'm on Yoon Do Jin's side here. BALLIN'! Treat yo' self! But they are counting the money with ALL THESE PEOPLE WATCHING!

They even had the money changer stressed out. 40,000 pesos is a lot to be counting out in the open like that. No, baby boys, NO!

Oh, lord. Men. Do Won wants to buy a wallet and Yoon Do Jin wants slippers. Then, the walkway is wet, and Yoon Do Jin needs help crossing it. They are 60-year old dads.

They haggle (as they should), but they misunderstand. The price is 3 for 100. They think each item is 300, so the haggling gets lost in translation! The lady is actually really sweet to them and shows them which bill to hand her.

Everyone is watching them and wants to take a picture with them since it's become obvious that they are Korean actors (with the cameras and the 40,000+ pesos!). I am bothered for them, especially Do Won who is anxious, but they don't want to make ALL Koreans look bad because that's what they think will happen.

They take a taxi which was supposed to cost 100, but haggle for 90. Then, they only hand the driver a 50. These men are wildin'!

Yoon Do Jin is haggling his ass off, and the ladies are loving it He ends up getting free fruit!

Oh, God, they spot balut, and Yoon Do Jin, who is down to try everything, goes for it. Do Won lets Yoon Do Jin take the L for both of them.

This is adorable. They shop because Do Won likes to cook. Yoon Do Jin sneaks chocolate into the cart. Do Won wants to carry the bags. Yoon Di Jin says no. Yoon Di Jin wants to help cook. Do Won says no.

Do Won, who is visibly nervous when they sit down to eat, waits for Yoon Di Jon to take a bite, then immediately asks for a score repeatedly as he begins to freak out about how he cooked it.

But Yoon Di Jon comes through with the compliments!

They bought banana blossoms, and have no idea what to do with them or how to eat them, so Do Won tricks Yoon Di Jon into eating it as it is.

They didn't even google or anything. They just ate it. Raw. With the leaves y todo. No bueno.

A bug is spotted. Do Won is terrified of bugs. Yoon Di Jon kills it.

But then he teases Do Won with it. Do Won is not pleased.

They shower, Yoon Di Jon kills a moth for Do Won, they drink, then Do Won attempts to make plans for the next day.

To which Yoon Di Jon responds.

Man's got jokes, all day, every day.

And that was just the first day, so they hop into their one bed and get ready for day two.

[solar-eclipses-stuff]

BUDDHA X MERMAID!READER (PART 2)

words: 3551

Warning: nothing bad just fluffy

FALLING IN LOVES WITH YOU

Some time has passed since that meeting, but still you managed to get a little closer, but there was distrust on your part, after all, what could be on his mind? You often just talked about empty topics, but it didn't bother you, as well as him. You often looked into his eyes and could look into them for a long time until he spoke again, you often heard the aroma of sweets that came from him, he was cloying, but perhaps with a hint of citrus, you also liked his hair, you thought it was soft but never dared to touch them (perhaps because of that unfortunate joke) but I really wanted everything, sometimes your thoughts were embarrassing, and sometimes it seemed to you that you were falling in love, even though you rejected this idea. He was interested in touching the horn and tail, although he may have already touched a wet fish, but still, you can't see a charming mermaid everywhere.

It was an ordinary sunny day, you were sitting and playing tic-tac-toe on the sand, he was sucking his lollipop, you were focused enough, and after three losses you were glad to win, "mmm.. Well, you did well" "Yes, I won," you said in a muffled voice, you returned the sand to its original position, and you wanted to play a few times, it was hotter than usual on land, and you felt like the sand was heated under your feet, "Heeeeeee."He drawled, "It's a little hot in here," he said, blowing himself with a stream of air created by the fact that he waved the edge of his T-shirt, "Yes, don't you want to swim? " You asked looking at the water "do you want to drag me into the water" You looked at him in amazement "if you don't want to say so" After finishing the phrase, you began to sink closer to the water and soon found yourself at some distance from the shore "Hey! Are you going to leave me?? "Yes, you dived. Two or three minutes of misunderstanding, he got into the water, "You didn't seem to want to," You said with a malicious grin, "Yes, you know-"You sprayed him with water with the tail "The water is not bad today, Right? "You said laughing."... " He plopped down on you, you started trying to swim away, but two hands grabbed you by the sides, you started waving your tail diligently and you moved, for a good 20 minutes you rolled him along the way throwing him on the corals "Leave me alone!! " You growled when you swam closer to the coastal zone, he let you go and started laughing "not funny! "Almost in a fit, you started furiously hitting him with your tail, he just put his hands up and continued to laugh, as a result, out of impotence, you stopped and lay down with your whole body on the sand. In the evening, you were sitting on the sand (near the water, of course), the sky was shimmering with a yellow-peach shade, you were looking at the sunset, it was very beautiful, you sometimes looked at him with your peripheral vision, in your humble opinion he looked very good, wet T-shirt, hair, everything went perfectly together and even that lollipop that he sucked. You have experienced this burning feeling for a long time, but were not sure how HE treats you "Look, these clouds look like cotton candy" "What? " You looked at him in amazement cotton candy.. You've never seen something like this, but it sounds delicious "dude, you've never tasted this.. "Then he thought, "after all, he wouldn't have lasted in the water," he said, I think I'll bring you to try one, he said with a smile, grunting in response, you already wanted to return to thinking, but suddenly you were grabbed and pulled by the Buddha. "Where are you going? " "What are you doing-" You were interrupted by the kiss of the above-mentioned man, he was passionate and deep, and his fangs dug into your tongue, he still pulled away leaving you gasping "The sky is really beautiful especially with the creature you love" He smiled, you were putsovye, and you definitely did not catch the essence said, after all, were engrossed in that kiss.

[bandaged-writer]

𝗞𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗔 || 𝗗𝗔𝗭𝗔𝗜 𝗢𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨

snippet of a fic i will never write (probably). got a little inspired by violet evergarden. if you liked it, consider a rb or comment.

kalopsia. the delusion of things being more beautiful than they are.

pairing. pm! dazai x f! reader

warnings. mentioned deaths/blood/violence, implied abuse from mori

words. 886

summary. "Oh dear. A maiden wants to love and be loved. But people like us are not meant for such a lovely thing."

Rain pitter patters against the lone window of Ango's office, drenching the rust-colored leaves residing on the pavement and trickling down the glass. Inside the office, a jazz tune hums from the radio and books are being placed into their respective shelves.

Despite the less than pleasant weather, Dazai Osamu, feared Port Mafia Executive and his friend Oda Sakunosuke, a low-ranking mafioso, decide to visit their dear friend Ango. The two friends chatter about this and that. An umbrella, drenching wet and meant to dry, is neatly placed in the corner just before Ango's office.

"Are you sure we can visit him so spontaneously?," Odasaku asks in his usual deadpan voice.

Nonchalantly, Dazai waves his hand and barges into the office. "Don't worry! Ango's schedule is free today. I checked."

Barely a step in, his peripheral catches sight of the hem of a dress and gloved slender fingers shoving a book into place. The face of a doll greets Dazai and for a moment, the infamous Demon Prodigy, is surprised.

"You two must be Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke. Ango mentioned that you would come." A light nod of your head and a polite tone is laced in your voice. "He is currently taking a break, but he should be back soon."

Dazai knows you. The Soldier Maiden, the Port Mafia likes to call you ever since the last conflict came to pass. An ability that gifts its owner with strength and resilience that surpasses that of any normal human being.

He, too, had watched you disarm and kill men, clearing the path for the Mafia's groups. One moment was all it took for your face to be engraved in Dazai's mind. The awfully breathtaking sight of your gaze locking with his, flames licking at the sky behind you while keeping the face of a doll.

At that moment, Dazai had been awestruck just as he currently is.

"Is there anything on my face?" You tilt your head.

Dazai blinks once, snaps back into reality. He had been staring. "Oh, no. I was merely wondering what our pretty Soldier Maiden was doing here."

As Odasaku takes a seat, he sighs. Not for one holy minute could his dear friend resist flirting or complimenting a woman. Much like a child fishing for attention that it never ever got; a sad comparison, but it's the first thought that crosses Odasaku's mind.

A viper chases its teeth into your neck and injects its poison called fear. Blood vessels constrict, run cold and your fingertips twitch at Dazai's words. Is he planning on dragging you back to the Boss's side? No, impossible. You left the front lines with Mori's permission, so not even his trustworthy right-hand man could change that, right?

"..I am no longer under his direct command. You cannot take me back," you express.

"You misunderstand. This wasn't my intention at all. It's mere curiosity," Dazai assures you and it appears to bring peace to your troubled mind.

The tension in your shoulders loosens and you continue placing Ango's books back into the shelves. "This is my revenge on Mori," you confess while Dazai is clinging to your side like glue.

Hazel eyes curiously scan the books before they land on your face. No sign of malice rests upon your skin and yet he can sense your dislike towards the Boss. Dazai can't say that he is wholeheartedly devoted to Mori, either. The only reason why he is in the Mafia is to find a reason to live amongst death.

"Now, now. You're becoming quite interesting, aren't you? How does this," he points at the books in your arms, "qualify as revenge?"

Your lips press against each other. "My dissatisfaction lies in the way he treats his subordinates. No one is allowed to rob others of their hopes and dreams," then, your voice is nothing but a pained whisper, "not even the Boss."

How many nights had you spent under his heel, collared to this organization like a stray dog? You can't count them anymore. All you know is how to execute orders, how to kill people and use that gift of yours for bloodshed.

But those books carry the letters of the deceased members. Never had they found home in their loved one's hands and all of them told stories of bloodshed, fear and death. Despite all that, they ended in heartfelt, three words.

I love you.

Just what do these words mean, you wonder.

"I guess even a Soldier Maiden is just a maiden in the end." Dazai smiles with his eyes closed. He, of all people, understands best how you ended up with such a strong distaste towards the Boss.

"Dazai?" Perhaps he is the wrong person to ask such a thing. But in this wretched organization, you have no one else to turn to besides Ango and the last time you had asked him, the poor man had flushed a deep red and even stumbled over his own words.

"Yes?," he says softly, takes one of the books and places it back into a spot high up on the shelf. A spot you can't reach.

"What is it that a girl wants?"

"Oh dear. A maiden wants to love and be loved. But people like us are not meant for such a lovely thing."

[father-salmon]

I am a slut for all of your wips! Pls tell me more about this mafia AU I definitely know nothing about

you're a slut for me too, sweetheart 😘

have some angst. as a treat.

“Mads? Can I come in?” he asks timidly, knowing better than to ask if she’s okay. 

He can hear her soft gasp and frantic sniffling, probably wiping her face. “Yeah,” she croaks. 

Buck turns the handle to a heartbreaking sight: Maddie is kneeling on the ground, her face covered in small cuts, her bottom lip already beginning to swell. Dried tear tracks line her cheeks, her brown eyes still wet and puffy. 

“Hey, hey, hey, what happened?” he’s frantic, his chest squeezing seeing his sister in pain. It’s then that he notices the blood on her hands, which he frantically takes into his own, inspecting her body to make sure she isn’t bleeding anywhere else. “Are you still hurt?” She shakes her head, her mouth in a thin line as more tears escape her.

“It’s not—” she gasps. “It’s not my blood.” 

Buck stills, a cold tendril slicing down his spine. 

“Buck, I-I didn’t mean to,” Maddie babbles, misunderstanding his silence. “He was just— he came at me and-and I broke the mirror and—” she gulps in air like she’s drowning. “I didn’t think, I just— grabbed one and…” She breaks into frantic sobs, attempting to control her breathing but it just makes her hyperventilate.

wip tag game

[weabdl]

Sophie Part Two

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Sophie was in shock, every other time she had come home upset with college her mother had given her some space, letting her figure out her feelings herself, then once she was ready she would come downstairs to talk about it. Yet here her mother was, standing in the door way taking pictures of her as she shit herself.

Sophie couldn’t stop what was happening, she had to finish, even if she tried to stop she knew that just enough would come out to made things worse for her, finishing was her best option, and so with that realization she pushed, she pushed hard hoping that it would make things go faster and all this would be over soon.

The poopy mush that slid out landed in her awaiting diaper causing the back to get stained brown, that and a very babish smell soon began to waft around her. She knew that the grunting didn’t help her case, she was just hoping that her mom would think this was all a phase and let it pass. As soon as she was done pushing everything she had into the seat of her pants Sophie let out a sigh of relife. That is until her mother finally put her phone down and walked up to her unsuspecting daughter cupping the now very saggy diaper with her hand as she squished the contents around.

Sophie let out a yelp as her mother squished her mess, seeming unaware of her daughters bright red cheeks.

“Hmm I think this diaper is well past its limits … don’t you think dear, I think its best we change you into a fresh one!” Her mother said not even batting an eye.

Sophie had always fantasised about something like this happening but never actually expected it to. Or knew what to do for that matter, in all her fantasies she just said yes mommy with a babish lisp and it ended there. Now that it was actually happening she didn’t know what to say.

“You don’t hate me?” She finally asked as tears ran down her face.

“What of course not dear, I will always love you baby or not.” Her mother siad embracing her daughter in a massive hug. Sophie didn’t know how to take this, all she could do was cry into her mother’s shoulder.

Eventually her tears dried and her mother let her out of her embrace, letting her daughter calm down before beginning the questioning. “How long have you liked this?” She asked trying to be tactful yet at the same time not knowing how to do that at all given the circumstances.

“A while now, I have tried wetting them before, but this was the first time trying the other part.” She said sniffing inbetween every four or five words.

“Well I think its adorable, and if your willing I very much want my baby girl back, just know that your gonna be treated exactly like a baby girl.” Her mother said sternly but her love showing through.

“Can I actually be a toddler, I still want to walk around” Sophie said trying not to sound ungrateful that her mother didn’t just call her a freak and kick her out onto the streets.

“Like potty training and all that?” Her mother asked looking confused as she examined the state of her daughters diaper once more.

“No, not that old, just old enough that I can waddle around, talk real words but super babish, yet still do everything in my diaper.” Sophie said trying her best to clear up the misunderstanding.

“Ya we can do that!” Her mother said beaming, happiness radiating from her face as she realized she was getting her baby girl back.

“Twank you mommy,” Sophie said as tears once again fell from her eyes, tears of happiness but tears all the same.

[foolishlovers]

any ineffable fic recs for the weekend? 👀

yes, always!! here are some of my recent favourites, i've sorted them by word count. hope this helps 💜

When We Meet Again (T, 4k) by AppleSeeds

Aziraphale met Crowley a year ago at Anathema and Newton's wedding, and has regretted not having the courage to ask him out ever since. When he sees Crowley again at his friends' one year anniversary party, Aziraphale is determined to be braver this time - that is, once he manages to get rid of his annoying headache. But when Aziraphale sneaks off to a quiet room to lie down for a bit, he ends up not being alone for long.

(super cute human au with some soft flirting and banter)

Wilde Flowers (M, 8k, WIP) by RockSaltAndRoll

Aziraphale has been single since the 90s. Although happy with his rare book business, he does long for a bit more than just the companionship of his assistant. Crowley has just opened a florist in Aziraphale’s quiet corner of Soho. His tight black clothes, flame red hair and taste in music are absolutely not Aziraphale’s thing. Except Crowley keeps giving him flowers and Aziraphale discovers the florist loves Oscar Wilde. When the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Traders notice a spark between the frumpy rare book shop owner and the new red-haired florist, they take it upon themselves to engineer a romance for their beloved but eternally single Mr Fell.

(seriously my favourite WIP right now, the writing is so lovely and the premise absolutely delightful)

got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend too (T, 9k) by KissMyAsthma, leukozyna

Aziraphale and Crowley are next-door neighbours. They’ve been attracted to each other since they met. The only thing keeping them apart is a thin wall between their bedrooms and Atticus and Freddie, Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s respective life partners… or are they? A human AU glued together by misunderstandings and wet food.

(what can i say, i'm a sucker for crack treated seriously, this is full of misunderstandings and mutual pining)

Side Mission (T, 11k) by KannaOphelia

Some time after Warlock's ninth birthday, Aziraphale and Crowley have realised they made a mistake, and tracked the real Antichrist down to Tadfield. Two years to save the world is more than enough, right? Except everyone keeps assuming they are a married couple, and it's almost too much for a hopelessly in love demon to bear. Especially when Aziraphale suggests they might as well go along with it.

(if you love the fake dating trope with a good amount of precious pining, you need to read this)

The Loophole, or, How to Convince a Demon God Exists in Three Easy Steps (E, 24k) by fellshish

Ah, yes. Being an Archangel is going splendidly. Aziraphale accidentally erases God from the Book of Life.

(most hilarious post s2 fic i've read with beautiful writing and my beloved anathema coming back)

Fifty-Two Blue (M, 84k) by bendycello

It would be a gross understatement to say that Crowley simply didn't like Aziraphale. He was posh and stuffy and arrogant, and Crowley couldn't figure out why everyone else in the program liked him so much. It hardly mattered; they were competitors, and Crowley didn't need to make friends to become a surgeon. It takes several unleasant encounters, the excessive use of house plants as a coping mechanism, and getting stuck in an elevator for Crowley to start reconsidering his priorities. Or… Crowley and Aziraphale are surgical interns with competitive streaks a mile wide each, and they really do not like each other at all. Until they do.

(slow burn enemies to friends to lovers, absolutely delicious)