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Thank you for posting all those gifs of Mobius being kind and supportive together. I've seen some takes about Mobius deserving it, but logically it doesn't make sense. He's already doing everything he can to save the timelines. He doesn't want to know his past, nor does he need to know to be motivated to save the timeliness, because he's already been doing since ep 1. Even if we make the argument he has no real free will until he sees his past, this argument is disingenuous because he's using his free will NOT to see it. From a narrative and character development standpoint, he will be forced to see it for the audience's entertainment, because he is a fictional character with no free will-- the screenwriters are the gods (Time Authors, if you will).
In-narrative, you could make a case he should see his timeline if he were actively trying to keep the TVA the way it was, but that's not the case with him. Sylvie's accusations this fall flat.
Mind, I'm not against Sylvie's proposition to start from scratch. Revolutions are important and serve that function. But the TVA is the only organization with people who know how the Loom and timespace work. It's not unreasonable for them to try to stabilize the situation, save the lives of as many timeliness as they can, and consider dismantling the TVA entirely and starting from scratch later.
Since we're dealing with time paradoxes, it's possible that the collapse of the Loom is what causes Loki to recruit Mobius, B-15, and Casey (I'm not sure what kind of entity OB is?) from their timelines. If they all accept, then Loki was the original creator of the Heart of the TVA. It's possible HWR took over at some point in the future and wiped everyone's memories then. The future influenced the past, thus closing the time loop. If this is the case, then Sylvie also contributed to the creation of the TVA, because killing HWR triggered the destruction of the Loom, which will force Loki to recruit, which will create the TVA, which will monitor the multiverse, which at some point will be taken over by HWR to create the Sacred Timeline, which become the multiverse one again after Sylvie kills him, which will destroy the Loom, which will cause Loki to recruit.
Of course!!! Always a delight to and on that note we're truly seeing eye to eye on every single point you raised so thank you for such an amazing ask! Exactly the conversation I was craving after making those gifs just to get some things off my chest about how Mobius gets treated since as you said, he's already been doing everything possible to protect the timelines while clearly under incomprehensible pressure yet has never hesitated to evaluate and change his worldview accordingly to better serve the whole.
Honestly confused by those insisting he HAS to see his past and is in the wrong for not having done so because isn't that up to him?? Doesn't matter what his reasons are, he's entitled to his choices and I can honestly say without hesitation if I were in his shoes my decision would be the same. He enjoys his job, he's incredibly good at the work (people seem to forget he's facilitated the progression of basically every plot point), and has recently built more connections he appreciates and wants to grow than in the entirety of his life combined so why is he not allowed to make a single decision in his own interest when neither his approach to changing the TVA nor any other person is being impacted? But you're exactly right about how regardless he'll be made to have the experience anyway and while I'd be perfectly happy with that never happening I accept the advancement of narrative as a given and can only hope whatever cards he's dealt are ones that only bring him peace of mind about the work he's done so far and in the future.
(adding a read more here because I've got a feeling this is gonna be a long one, lol)
Have also seen many people saying Sylvie blowing up at Mobius was necessary or that he needed to hear it but that logic is completely missed on me? For example Ravonna did the same but considering the amount of history between them her reaction is fully understandable even if I don't agree with the points she made about his compassion being a weakness. Mentioned this to a friend earlier but I truly wish it had been some random character besides Sylvie who yelled at him simply because she doesn't have the kind of personal connection to make judgements and because I don't want any ship war elements at play or anything when my take is solely based around wanting Mobius to be recognized as someone who has been good and kind from the start? Watching him be put down for that as if it's fact in basically every episode is getting exhausting đ
To that point I also agree with the importance and necessity of revolution but not sure starting from scratch is necessary when the TVA does have a solid base and plenty of people willing to stay and help the cause? In reality there's no time for anyone there to stay currently focused on anything but stabilizing the situation when the alternative is the end of every timeline, burning things to the ground only really counts if there's any ground left to build on which is yet another reason Mobius and the others switched to preservation. For example, O.B's quip about Sylvie ruining his life by killing He Who Remains was complete fact and while I don't have any hate towards her character at all and certainly don't want any mirrored scene of someone yelling at her, etc, it's driving me crazy how she refuses to admit they've actively been saving lives and scrambling to accommodate these unexpected branches while she was at a MCDONALD'S.
My ep 5-6 theory matches yours regarding about the collapse of the Loom being the cause of Mobius, B-15, and Casey ending up at the TVA because their Nexus event technically isn't one, it's them choosing to leave with Loki of their own free will and the good of existence. I'm also not sure if O.B. was ever a variant so he could possibly be the key to figuring out where Loki can find everyone's original self? Psyched to learn more about him and how he ended up in such a vital position! Hundred percent think the series is ending with Loki as the founder and probable ruler of the TVA but can't quite figure out where the switch to He Who Remains entering the picture fits in, and your point about Sylvie also contributing to the creation of the TVA in an infinite loop is a fascinating one that's going to leave me thinking for a long while so thanks for that as well and of everything I have to admit the possibility of Loki and Mobius being their own ouroboros in creating just the right person to intrigue and change themselves into who they always wanted to be has been giving me life, them as timekeepers along with B-15 has been my hope since the first episode of season 2 and is probably the most incredible place I could imagine leaving everyone if we don't get another season.
#mobius#loki spoilers#apologies in advance for talking your head off a bit but this is what happens when i'm left to ramble and why i don't do it that often đ#i'll fully admit to likely going into conversations regarding mobius with bias bc of how much i love him BUT#it's not about him not being flawed of COURSE he has flaws it's about him being judged for kindness regardless of those flaws#he's a massive reason why everyone in existence is alive rn and not once expects thanks while others congratulate themselves for running#he's just the most important character and person i've ever come across in media and always will be#ty again for truly one of the best asks i've gotten! absolutely here for some grounded discussion of what's become an incredible show#lots of love to you and hope your weekend's been a great one đ#ask
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Hi!! I waited a bit to ask this bc I didn't want to overwhelm you or anything, but I've been wanting to ask about your Greatest Showman au?? Could you talk about that please :O
OMG hello!! I cannot tell you how happy I was to get this ask-
I am. ALWAYS happy to talk about my aus, please feel free to send me ANYTHING at ANY time /gen :D!!!
Greatest Showman AU!!!! Of course!! It has been a long time since I talked about this au, and there's.......different routes for the au if that makes sense.
So to start off, if it isn't clear, most of my aus are made bc of me listening to music or musical songs/film music, and this leads to this sort of thing happening-
I made this au bc I watched the film and said "what if I drew my fav ships as the different songs?"........I still have the sketches for these that I want to finish one day-
It is a mostly Edgejeanist and Ectoloader focused au!!! (with a dash of some others)
(forgive me for my lack of knowledge on terminology and also for completely forgetting everyone's names /lh)
Main AU:
So basically follows the storyline for the most part!
Ectoloader are the married couple bc what kinda au would this be if I didn't make them a married couple /lh
They had the whole Childhood Friends -> Lovers things and do Circus Things together - they own the circus
Ecto did tightrope acts and I haven't figured out pl yet tbh-
Edgeshot is a Trapeze artist.
Jeanist is the guy that gets dragged into the circus by Ecto and they have that lovely Moment(tm)
Mic is the guy who gets the crowd all worked up, Aizawa does trapeze and that ribbon-y stuff- (lord help me i do not know terminology)
Cue romance and Circus Shenanigans between everyone!
Plenty of injury moments and fantastic performing stuff!
Shinya and Tsunagu get to have their 'Rewrite the Stars' Moment!
Ecto goes away to tour with Snipe! (nothing like the musical, just goin on a lil fun trip with a friend)!! Circus goes to shit!
FIRE SCENE!!!
Jeanist runs in to save Shinya, who was already out, who now runs in to save him- Tsunagu is very hurt.
Ecto loses his legs in the accident (suggested by an anon a while back and i really loved it)
Mic gets stuck, Aizawa rescues him!
Angst and Comfort ensue!!!
Not a lot of thought apart from "this is fun to imagine the characters playing as.....the characters..from the musical..."
yeahhh
And for fun, here is the "just here for the music" route:
All pro hero characters are kinda putting on a show, and these songs are being performed by certain characters.
(i have a big hc that Jeanist, Ectoplasm and Nighteye are besties... they're called 'The Distinguished Gays'...)
So the song 'The Other Side' just went perfectly imagining Ecto convincing Jeans to join him while Nighteye tended to the bar......idk its so fun to imagine in time to the music-
Jeanist and Edgeshot perform 'rewrite the stars' bc <3
'Come alive' is Aizawa and his students
'The Greatest show' is All the teachers and their students and some of the ua alumni popping up and making appearances!
And finally 'This is me' is absolutely everyone, and they get to have their cool moments and show off themselves and idk that song makes me feel things.
I often imagine the canon universe characters acting/voice acting in musicals for fun so yeah lol
Well! I hope that makes sense!!!
Thank you SO much for asking, I genuinely got so excited to see this ask bc <3333
#tw caps#Greatest showman au#eclair's aus#ectoloader#edgejeanist#erasermic#mhm!#i am. SO happy you sent this Thank you so much :D#i get so excited to see asks in my inbox and EVEN MORE so when someone asks about my aus ty <3#always feel free to ask about any of them i LOVE talking about them :D#damn i need to watch this again its been too long actually#also unrelated but this reminded me that the majority of this au just stems from back when i was into haikyuu and#made a small fukutora kaiyaku self indulgent au- that was... a very long time ago but i remember the drawings.......(terrible drawings LMAO#most of its recycled from that bc i dont think ill be getting back into haikyuu for a while lol#just a random memory i completely forgot about huh dfgdg#ANYWAY#i hope you like it!! (tho its kinda messy and doesnt have a lot to it)#i have so many au ideas i need to talk about
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I'm in a spooky vibe rn and I've been thinking about one of the enha members (hyung line) with a scream mask ( y'know from the movie sjshsj) about to m*rder reader but idk they get turned on and both got freaky đŤŚ
fffuuuuccccckkkk anon your brain is đ love this idea so much (fun fact scream is my favorite slasher movie and I even have a ghost face tattoo) I hope this is exactly what youâre looking forđ¤ itâs funny because I also main ghost face in dead by daylight so when I saw this request I got SOOOO happy ~ I also made this a lot longer than I expected to but oopsđ¤đ¤
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chill & kill: sim jaeyun
part one of chilling & killing đŞ | spotify playlist
pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 6.4k
You sit up on the couch, eyes widening as you grab the TV remote and turn up the volume.Â
âThe mysterious ghost face kill strikes again, killing two more college students in the library this morning. The bodies were discovered byâŚâ
You quickly shot to your feet, grabbing your jacket and camera and slipping your feet into your boots tying them quickly as you slipped out your dorm door.Â
You never were so happy to live on campus as you ran from the dorm building and across campus to the library. Students surrounded the main entrance and you pushed your way through finally seeing the inside of the library.Â
âHey!â a police officer yelled at you when you slipped under the caution tape, âYou canât be back here!âÂ
You eyed him, pulling out your student journaling ID, âI have every right to be here.âÂ
The officer tried to protest, but you kept your stride, making your way to the bodies ignoring the yelling officer behind you.Â
The closer you got, the more the smell of blood filled your senses, making your skin crawl. Your journaling partner was already on the scene, standing at the edge of the other caution tape marking off the two bodies.Â
You stood beside him, your heart sinking as you took in the bodies of the two females lying dead in front of you. They were just freshmen. Barely made it into college and fully started their lives.Â
From what you could see, they were stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen. One of their necks was slit, and the other looked like they were stabbed through their throat. They suffered, for sure.Â
âWho found them?â you asked him, taking your eyes off the dead bodies and turning to your partner. He had one arm crossed over his chest and gripped his elbow as his other arm was reached up and fingers gripping his chin.Â
He slowly tilted his head to look at you, streaks of his black hair fell into his eyes, âFunny enough,â he sighs, âSunghoon and myself.âÂ
You completely turned your whole body to him, âThatâs why youâre here before me?! Jake, what happened?!âÂ
Jake chucked, âYou're more worried that I was here before you?â you narrowed your eyes at him, and he sighed again, completely wrapping his arms over his chest, looking back at the bodies. You could have sworn you saw a sparkle glint in his eyes. Jake has always been excited to be on the scene, same as you. But he enjoyed it a little bit more than you. Heâll make one damn good detective one day for sure, âWanted to check out a book and saw the door already unlocked for the campus not even fully being opened yet. And that's when we found the bodies.âÂ
âWhere is Sunghoon now?â you asked, looking around the library, spotting him with the librarian and being questioned by a detective.Â
You went to walk over, to ask him questions, but Jake stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder and pulling you towards him, his arm wrapping around over your chest, âDonât question him, heâs really shaken up,â You wanted to protest, only for Jake to squeeze you tightly against him, your back pressing further into his chest, âPlease, YN, heâs my best friend. Iâll take care of it. I promise.âÂ
You sigh and nod. Letting Jake take the lead with this one.Â
But you still had a job to do. So you pulled out your camera, taking a few photos. Once you finished with the photos, you pulled your journal from your back pocket, asked Jake a few questions, and took his account down then turned back to the bodies and took your own notes.Â
You circled the area, taking in every inch and piece of information you could. Jotting down everything in your little notebook.Â
Jake kept his eyes on you, watching you do your thing. His eyes sparkled more the longer his eyes lingered on you. He eventually dropped his gaze and went back to looking at his best friend, watching as he sat at one of the tables, knees pressed to his chest and hands curled into his hair. The small smile Jake had fell at the sight of his best friend andâ
âJake!â You called for him, bringing his attention back to you, âI think I found something.âÂ
âOh?â He walks over to you and kneels down on the floor beside you, your camera resting on your knees as you point your finger toward one of the dead girls, âWhat am I looking at honey?âÂ
You groaned and rolled your eyes, âUnder her body, thereâs a black glove,â you looked at Jake. His jaw clenched tightly, âThe killer must have accidentally lost it, dropped it, or whatever. Maybe she fought them or something. I donât know. But I want to figure it out.âÂ
You took a few close-up photos of the glove and turned back around to show Jake, noticing a scratch mark sliding down the left side of his neck. You hadnât seen it before since you were standing on his right side, but it looked deep and irritated, âWhat happened there?â You reached up to touch it, but he grabbed your hand quickly and set it down at your side.Â
âHoon and I were wrestling earlier at our apartment and I hit the side of our entertainment center, I am fine.âÂ
You thinned your lips into a line, boys will be boys you guess. Their apartment was a lot smaller than the dorms on campus, they must have been fucking around at a good spot to have knocked Jake into their entertainment center.Â
Eventually, the police shooed you and Jake off the scene. Forcing you two to head to the journaling office. You printed off the photos you took and made copies of your notes, passing them to Jake.Â
You glanced at the clock, it was now ten thirty am and classes would be resuming like normal, so you and Jake went your separate ways.Â
Jake was still new to being a journalist. You were a club of two, consisting of just you and another girl who helped write the articles for you while you took care of the rest. She wrote her own things, mostly on the sports or other small crimes that happen on campus, but with the ghost face killer making his rounds, you took up the role of this case with her helping on the side. At first, you took it all on yourself, but as the body count started piling up, you needed the help. So you let her help and put out an application for an extra set of hands, which Jake answered.Â
Youâve seen him around campus before he joined you. Was born and raised in this town. Being the town's sweetheart and golden puppy boy. You did some research on him before allowing him into your club, canât have the killer join you, right?
He was the captain of his soccer team in middle and high school. Has taken his schoolâs team to the championships multiple times and was the heartthrob of the school. He donated to charity when he could and volunteered at the police station on the weekends in hopes of landing a good detective job there after graduation. He was the whole definition of a straight-A good boy student. Perfect for your team. He became your partner and you taught him everything you knew. When Jake joined, the body count from this ghost face killer was only three. But with the two bodies that were found today, it was now at fifteen.Â
In between your classes, you found yourself back at the club office, pinning the new photos to the corkboard in the back of the room, wrapping red string between the pushpins and possible suspects. After staring at the corkboard for what felt like hours, the other female club member came in and you helped her write the article. Give her your notes and advising as she writes.Â
Jake popped in and out of the office as well, brainstorming with you about the suspects and the time of events that happened. You both spun in circles that led to nowhere. You ask Jake again about speaking to Sunghoon, and he shoots you down, âGive him some time. Iâll get the police report soon and itâll help, I am sure.âÂ
A week has gone by since the murder in the library. You ended up shifting the corkboard from the office and into the corner of your kitchen, using the fluorescent light of the kitchen bulbs to light the board more. You leaned against the back of your couch, it being the furthest you could step away from the board. Biting at your nails as your eyes scanned every murder case. Every newspaper article and police report on the board.Â
Nothing made sense. Nothing connected. Whoever this killer was, they were good. Covered their tracks without so much as a piece of hair at any scene of their crimes. Until the glove.Â
You ran your hands into your long hair, scratching at the back of your head. You needed that police report that Jake still has yet to give you. Needed to speak to Sunghoon. There were missing pieces and those two things were important. You looked over to the clock above the kitchen sink. It was almost one thirty in the morning. But you still got up and slid into your sneakers, pulled your jacket on, and bounced out the door.Â
Finding yourself in front of Jake and Sunghoonâs front door, knocking loudly. There was no answer. So you did the next best thing and called Jakeâs cell phone.Â
There was some shuffling on the other end of the door and a groan. The door opened and you find a half-awake Jake before you, his hair a mess and spreading in every direction, wearing a plain white tee shirt and a pair of black and blue checkered boxers, âYN,â he sleepily growled and then yawned, âItâs almost two am, what is it?âÂ
âCan I have the police report?âÂ
Jake blinked at you, âHuh?âÂ
You crossed your arms, âThe police report. Can I have it?âÂ
Jake let out another yawn, âItâs at the school, in the office.âÂ
Of course, it was. And the campus is closed and if you get caught sneaking in just to get a piece of paperâŚYou sigh, âThanks anyway,â you softly say, and turn around to walk down the stairs but stop, âCan I talk to Sunghoon?â
Jake scoffs, leaning against the doorframe, âItâs almost two am,â he repeats, âWhy are you out here so late? Thereâs a literal killer running around here.âÂ
You knew that. And still took that risk to come out here. The killer had to be a student at your college. Every murder had been college kids. It had to be another student. Thatâs what made being out here so dangerous.Â
âI know,â you shrugged, âBut I canât stand by and do nothing.âÂ
Jake frowned, âYou know youâre allowed to actually be a college student right? Live a normal life too?â you shrugged again, and he just scoffed again, âYN, go home and rest. Let the detectives with actual badges handle it. We can only do so much.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at him, âLet me speak to Sunghoon.âÂ
Jake stands his ground, âNo. Go. Home. Before you get yourself killed.âÂ
You roll your eyes, âSee you tomorrow then.âÂ
Jake mimicked your words and watched as you walked down the steps before walking back inside and going back to sleep.Â
You didnât understand why Jake was so against you speaking to Sunghoon. Maybe he was being protective? Sunghoon didnât look the best after finding the bodies. He was probably so shaken up. But it only made you want to speak to him more. And that need only grew more when you noticed Sunghoonâs car wasnât in its normal parking spot beside Jakeâs.Â
Meaning he wasnât home.Â
Youâve respected Jakeâs wishes on not to talk to Sunghoon, but this matter was getting serious and Sunghoon just might be the big break you needed. So you quickly walked off the apartment complex, glancing back to make sure Jake was outside, and pulled your phone from your pocket as you kept walking and dialed a number.Â
âHello?âÂ
âSunghoon, where are you right now?âÂ
â
You found him atop the bleachers of the soccer field just like he said he would be. A soccer ball sat between his feet, grass scuff marks were at the ends of his jeans, and sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows and sweat dripped down the side of his face. It didnât take a genius to figure out he came here to kick the ball around. Probably as a distraction.Â
You sat down beside him, âHow are you holding up?âÂ
Sunghoon scoffs, âHolding up as in a week ago I found two dead bodies in the middle of the library or holding up because Iâve been questioned left and right by everyone or my best friend/roommate has smothered me to stay home and take time.âÂ
You felt bad for him, mostly for what youâre about to ask him. He wanted to obviously forget what he saw, who could blame him? It takes special people to see a dead body and not be fazed by it.Â
âIâm sorry for asking you to do this againâŚâÂ
Sunghoon just shrugs, âIf I am being honest, Iâve wanted to talk to you for a while now.âÂ
You raised your brow, âYeah?âÂ
He nodded, âJake was against it,â he took a deep breath, âSomething was off that dayâŚwith him.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â You placed a hand on his knee, âYou can tell me anything. Start with the beginning.âÂ
Sunghoon looked you in your eyes, then looked off into the distance at the field, âHe told me that morning he was meeting our coach, for a one-on-one coaching session. At first, I didnât think anything about it, being he was a soccer prodigy or whatever.â You nodded, remembering how much of the soccer star Jake was back in high school, âSo you could probably understand my surprise when I got a call from our coach saying he tried to get ahold of Jake and then he confirmed with me that they did in fact not have a meeting that day.âÂ
You sat back against the bleacher seat behind you, staring off onto the field, letting the gears in your brain slowly turn, waiting for Sunghoon to continue.Â
âI got scared, rushing out of the apartment and searching everywhere for him. Scared and thinking I was going to find my best friend murdered somewhere, ya know?â You understood, with this killer on the loose everyone was watching their backs and afraid. Who would be next? Who is next? âBut I found him, lingering around the library building, digging through his soccer duffle bag. My heart almost stopped when I saw himâŚalive,â he took a deep breath, âSo I confronted him, and he played it off that he did have a practice, but was with his coach from high school.âÂ
You looked back at him, to read his face. Seeing how pale his skin was becoming, âI believed him at first, thinking maybe I misheard that morning. So we started walking back, but he kept digging through the duffle bag, looking frantic. He wasnât acting himself. Said something about needing to go to the library, about finding a book or something, and then took off. But I followed after him. I didnât want to leave him alone, not with ghost face running around. But when I got to the library, IâŚcouldnât find him. I saw him go through the back door instead of the front. But once I walked in and noticed all the doors were already unlockedâŚthen I found the bodies.âÂ
You squeezed his knee, âItâs okay.âÂ
He nodded, swallowing and looking down at the soccer ball, âI smelt the blood first and then noticed their bodies. And thenâŚthen there were footsteps behind me and I knew that I was next. But the library walked in through the front entrance and started screaming, her eyes darting to me, saying we did it. I turned around to see Jake standing behind me. His skin was pale and sweaty. Eyes wide as he stared back at me and then at the bodies and the librarian. Heâs never been surprised to see the bodies. Heâs been working with you for over half a year. So when I saw the look on his faceâŚthe surprise that was there.âÂ
You opened your mouth to speak, but Sunghoon kept going, âThe weirdest thing is his duffle bag was missing from his shoulder,â Sunghoon scoffs, âHow did it just disappear.â It was a good question. A very good one. âHe hasnât been the same since then.âÂ
You tried to lighten the mood, âMaybe you knocked something loose in his head when the two of you wrestled the other day.â Sunghoon gave you a confused look, âYou know? He said you two got too close to your TV stand and he got scuffed up by the edge of it. Making a scratch on his neck,â you pointed to the right side, tracing a finger down the side of your neck to mimic where Jake has his slowly fading scar now, âItâs right here.âÂ
Sunghoon raised a brow, âI donât know what youâre talking about. We havenât wrestled inside the apartment.â Your smile faded. Sunghoonâs phone started vibrating and he pulled it from his pocket, seeing Jakeâs caller ID on the screen, âGuess he noticed I wasnât home.â Sunghoon locked his phone, ignoring the call, âI havenât been telling him when Iâve left the apartment. So I better prepare myself with a talk when I get back.â He stood up and started walking down the bleachers, âThank you for listening to me, I donât want to suspect my best friend, and it probably isnât even him. Heâs just weird, I guess.âÂ
You watched as he disappeared before standing up and finally finding yourself back at your dorm and in bed. Replaying Sunghoonâs story over and over, trying to piece it all together. It still didnât make sense. None of it did. Nevertheless, it didnât stop you from texting Jake, asking him to meet you at your dorm as soon as he could tomorrow, and him responding he had soccer practice but would be here right after.Â
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âYou should really keep your front door locked, YN, thereâs a killer out there.â Jake teased you as he made himself at home, dropping his duffle bag into a chair at your kitchen table, his eyes going to the corkboard, âMake any progress yet?âÂ
You stared down at the duffle bag quickly before looking up at him, then back to the board, âNo I havenât. I left my door unlocked on purpose. Knew youâd be coming here.âÂ
Jake smiled at you and stood beside you at the back of your couch, looking at the board, âWeâll catch him, donât worry honey.âÂ
You glanced at him slightly, your heart winced at the nickname heâd given you. You looked to his neck, seeing the scratch still healing but faded, being nothing more than a pink line.Â
Jake looked down at you, giving a smile, âCan I freshen up in your bathroom? I bet I donât smell the greatest from practice.âÂ
You scrunch your nose, âYes, please. You smell.âÂ
Jake just rolls his eyes playfully and slides his hand up and down your back quickly before leaving your side, âIâm stealing your deodorant.âÂ
You waited until you saw him turn the corner and heard the bathroom door close and lock before slowly walking to his duffle bag.Â
You didnât want to suspect Jake anymore than Sunghoon did. But his story last night didnât add up. No part of it did. Jakeâs actions didnât add up. Jakeâs story he gave you didnât match Sunghoonâs or the librarian's. None of the pieces were adding up no matter how much you tried to force the pieces together.Â
You looked down the hallway, then back at the bag, and slowly unzipped it, your hand flying to your mouth quickly to stop any noise from coming out. You took a couple of deep breaths and continued looking into the bag.Â
The police report you asked for along with the glove from the scene of the crime was in the bag in a ziplock bag. Along with the other matching glove and the ghost face mask and the black suit. You pulled the mask out of the bag with shaky hands. Why did Jake have these items? You knew. You knew why and still tried to find another explanation. But after seeing the contents of his bagâŚthe pieces of the puzzle fit. Everything clicked and made sense.Â
âDonât you know itâs rude to go through peopleâs things, honey?â before you could move, a knife was pressed to your neck and his other arm was wrapped around your waist, âI expected better from you than to snoop around.âÂ
Jakeâs hot breath was hitting your ear, sending chills down your spine. Any doubts you had were now out the window. Jake is ghost face. Jake is the killer.Â
âKeeping secrets is very rude too,â you retorted back, dropping the mask back into his bag, âBut I figured you already knew that I found out, hint why you leave your bag so easily for me to look through.âÂ
Jake chuckles, squeezing his arm around you and pressing the knife further against your skin, âCanât get anything past you, can I?âÂ
âWhy?â you asked, tilting your head at the movement of him brushing the side of his face to yours.Â
âWhy did I do it?â he nuzzled his nose on the shell of your ear, âYouâll need to be specific, honey.âÂ
You swallowed, âEverything.âÂ
Jake chuckles again, âBecause it��s fun.â It was such a simple yet spine-chilling answer, âYou think I played this fucking good boy persona because I actually wanted to? No, no. I had to play that persona. To hide my secret. This is all a game to me, YN.âÂ
âItâs why you joined our club,â you swallowed again, âTo make it harder for us to figure you out.âÂ
Jake shrugs, gently biting at the shell of your ear then rubbing his nose against it again, âI thought it would add to the fun, honestly. Yeah having an inside made it so much easier. It covered my tracks well. Until you started picking up on every. Fucking. Thing.â he hissed, tightening his grip, âYou made it harder to cover up my tracks. Picking apart every smallest thing with each murder. I was lucky you didnât suspect me, that was until you started poking your nose more into my business, you donât think I didnât know you tore the office apart looking for the police report before coming to my apartment? That you talked to Sunghoon even after I told you not to?âÂ
âYou have our phones and the office bugged,â this should surprise you, but it doesnât. It made sense.Â
He pressed his lips to your ear, âSmart girl. Think I wouldnât bug your phone? Or my best friends?âÂ
âJake, you were going to kill him, werenât you.âÂ
Another low chuckle, âYes,â your body stilled, feeling cold, âIt would have been a pity, really, to kill off my best friend all because he also stuck his nose where he shouldnât have.âÂ
You looked down at his bag, seeing the bag gloved, âYou went back to the library for the glove, you fucked up.âÂ
He growled in your ear, âShut up! That bitch fought me instead of taking it. I didnât even realize my glove was gone until after I murdered them both and fled the scene. Thatâs when Sunghoon showed up. I knew I had to go back and find where the fuck my glove went before someone else did. I didnât know he was following me until I went to go back and check the bodies after tearing apart the other side of the library and saw him standing there. I quietly set my bag in one of the reading rooms and locked the door, slipping my knife into the back of my jeans. Preparing myself to kill my best friend.â
âAll to keep your fucking secret,â you snapped at him, his hands on your body getting tighter.
âWatch it, honey,â he hissed, âYou do have a knife to your throat right now.âÂ
âShe fought you right? Probably knocked off your mask too. She saw your face, and you acted quickly and sliced her throat. Not before she left her own scratch on your neck.âÂ
Jake nodded, a wide smile on his face, âNothing gets past you. Youâd make a great detective someday, honey.âÂ
You needed to turn him in. Needed to get out of here and turn him in before he could kill anyone else. Fifteen. Heâs murdered fifteen people. Probably more before he took up the ghost face mantle.
Jake pressed his chest to your back, âYou know,â he whispers, âIâve dreamed about doing this with you, my knife to your throat,â he rocked his hips against your ass, âItâs so fucking hot.âÂ
It was now or never. You tilted your head to the side, taking the skin of his forearm between your teeth and biting hard.Â
âFuck!â he shouted, his hand flexing and dropping the knife to the floor and his grip on you loosening.Â
You pushed him back with your back and sent him falling to his ass. You barely made it two steps away from him before both of his hands were on your ankles, tripping you to the floor and pulling you towards him.Â
You kicked your legs but not getting out of his strong grip. Jake worked fast to flip you over onto your back, his hands now at your wrists and holding them up and above your hand, pinning them to the floor. He straddled you, locking his legs around yours to keep you from wiggling them.Â
âStop fighting me!â he growled, using all his weight to pin you to the floor.Â
You stopped, chest rising and falling as you stared up at his beautiful killing face.Â
He held your wrists down with one hand and reached for his knife with the other, chuckling as he once again held the knife to your throat, âYou look so pretty like this baby, all underneath me like this.âÂ
Jake was so turned on by this. Heâs only dreamed of having you pinned underneath him with his favorite weapon against your skin. Dreamed what youâd sound and look like. This passed his expectations. It went even further than that. His cock twitched in his pants seeing the look of anger all over your face.Â
âYou get horny every time you kill someone?â you spat out at him, the fire in your eyes burning.Â
Jake cocked his head, âYouâre not afraid of me?âÂ
âWhy would I be afraid of a horn dog who likes killing people?âÂ
Jake laughs, adjusting his legs from yours, using his knees to spread your legs apart, sliding himself between them, âBaby, youâre the only one Iâve ever got horny over. The others were just killings to kill. But you? You do something to me.âÂ
From the moment Jake first saw you on campus he wanted to be buried balls deep in your cunt. Wanted to fuck you so hard as he softly made cuts on your arms to watch you bleed as your moans of pain and pleasure filled his ear holes. Wanted to cum so deep within you and make you his.Â
He had more than just joined the club to hide his killings as his reason. He wanted to get closer to you, get to know you. Then kill you after he got his dick wet. But what he didnât expect was you figuring him out so soon. His plans got pushed up. He wanted you afraid of him as he killed you. He didnât expect you to look at him with fury, so unafraid.Â
Jake leaned down, being inches away from your face, the knife pressing harder against your neck, âYou get me so hard,â he rocked his hips between you, his hard cock rubbing against your clothed cunt. You tried to not whimper, to keep your firm face, but the effect he was having on you down south was obvious. He wasnât stupid, you knew that.Â
Youâd be lying if you said you havenât been crushing on Jake since he walked into the club for the first time. How couldnât you? He was perfect. Still was as he sat atop you with a knife to your neck.Â
You relaxed your body, âIf youâre going to kill me, then do it.âÂ
Jake smiled, âWant me to?â He released your hands from his grip and slid the knife from your neck and down to your shirt, his free hand looping his fingers at the collar, using the knife to cut a line, tearing the fabric and exposing your laced bra and skin. Jake tucked his lip between his teeth. Fuck you looked so much better than what you did in his dreams. So much better than he imagined. He slid the tip of the knife down your chest, rounding it around your breast and down your sternum, âWhere should I start?â He placed both hands at the sides of your head and bent down, lips brushing against yours, âTell me, baby.âÂ
You lifted your head, connecting your lips to his. Taking in the taste of his cherry chapstick and the softness of his lips. He rocked his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth, âStart by taking the rest of my clothes off.âÂ
He laughs against your lips and then pulls away, setting the knife down at your side to pull his famous white tee shirt off his body, âYeah?â you nodded, eyes darting to his bare chest and abs, âSo fucking dirty,â he cooed, âShould have known you were into killers.âÂ
You sat up on your elbows, ready to reach for the button of his jeans, but found the knife back in his hand and the tip pointing at your chest, âLay back down, baby, no need to be so impatient.âÂ
His free hand touched your shoulder and gently pressed you back to the floor. You kept your eyes on him as he unbuttoned his jeans, the knife still in hand as he wiggled out of his jeans and boxers, leaving him bare to you.Â
You watched as he took his length between his fingers, slowly pumping himself, him biting his lips. You were growing too impatient. Needing to feel him against you, in you, âJake,âÂ
âShhh, honey,â he whispers, dropping his hands to your shorts, âI know.âÂ
The cool metal of the knife brushed your skin as he pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. Goosebumps formed on your skin and making Jake chuckle, enjoying this more than heâd thought, âYou love the way my knife feels against you?â He tossed your clothing somewhere off into the void of the room, settling himself back between your legs, his tip prodding your entrance, âlove the way it feels to glide against your skin?â He sent the knife sliding up your tummy, his hips pushing his cock in your pussy, slowly stretching you.Â
Jake bottomed out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He hissed out in pure pleasure of finally being buried so deep inside you, the pleasure of how fucking good you felt wrapped around him, âfuck baby,â he smiles, sliding the knife to your waist, wanting to cut open your skin and see how pretty your blood would look pooling out, âfeel so good and Iâm not even moving.âÂ
You bucked your hips up against him, wanting to feel any kind of friction. Jake drops the knife to the floor, his hands pinning your arms above your head again, âI told you to stop being so impatient.âÂ
âJae, please,â you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist, âI need you.âÂ
Hearing you beg for him had him gone and all he cared about now was fucking you. To make you feel so good until youâre cumming around his dick.Â
Jake started out slow, burying his face in your neck, âWhy arenât you afraid, hmm? I could kill you right now.âÂ
You leaned into him, squeezing your legs tighter on him to push him even further into you, âBecause I have secrets of my own.âÂ
Jake chuckled, bucking his hips harder and faster into yours, his lips pressing to yours. Tongue sliding down your throat and exploring your mouth. One hand leaving yours to cup your breast, his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, âTell me your secrets.âÂ
âYou already seem to know them all, stalker,â you hissed, throwing your head back against the floor at him pinching your nipple harder in the same movement of him pushing his dick hard against your cervix, pressing so hard to break whatever barrier that was stopping him from completely filling you whole as his hip bones knocked against yours.Â
âTell me anyway,â he whispers between kisses, now sliding his mouth down to your ear, licking the shell of it, âI donât know what you havenât texted or physically talked about.âÂ
âI have feelings for you,â you felt insane saying it out loud. Felt crazy that you even admitted it to him. To the person who was fucking you into pure bliss. To a murderer, âIâm obsessed with you, Jake.âÂ
Jake bit down into your neck, both of his hands sliding underneath you to wrap at your shoulders, fucking his hips against you faster. His teeth sank into your skin tearing it slightly, a small sprinkle of blood escaping.Â
âFuckkkk,â he moans, tasting the brassy liquid on his tongue, âEven your blood tastes good.âÂ
He was fucking crazy. You knew he was. But everything about him drew you to him. Made you want him more.Â
And him hearing how obsessed you were with him made him even crazier about you.Â
âSuch a good girl,â he cooed, âLetting me fuck you like this, looking so pretty for me this way.â He bucked his hips faster, adjusting his legs on the floor to spread yours even wider, giving him more access to hit your weak spots and to hit them just right.Â
You pulled at his hair, âJake!â you moaned out his name, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, âIâm goingâŚfuckâŚIâm going to cum.âÂ
âPlease,â he groaned, âCum for me baby,â he sticks his tongue out, flattening it against the bite he left on your shoulder, licking up the new blood that pooled out, âfucking cum around my cock for me, honey.âÂ
A few more thrusts and you came around him. Tingles spread throughout your body at the feeling of your release. Jake moans at feeling the mess youâve made on his cock, him working his dick faster in your cunt to chase out the release he wants. The one heâs dreamed about having with you. His hand only did so much for him with his thoughts while back at his apartment. But now he was balls deep in your sweet pussy, having you right where he wanted you.Â
âGonna cum soon,â he panted, hands squeezing your shoulders, âfuck I want to cum in this cunt so bad.â
You pulled at his hair harder, the overstimulation hitting you hard, âJae, I canâtââ
âI know, baby,â he pressed his forehead against yours, his brows furrowing and eyes shut tightly, âGoing to fill this pussy to the brim, understand? This pussy is mine.âÂ
Jake pressed a kiss to your lips and lifted up, taking your legs and pressing them to your chest, pistoning into you faster but sloppy, âShit,â he hissed, âFixing to cumâfuckâIâm cumming, honey, Iâm cumââ one final thrust, and his white ropes spilled into you. He pressed his hips against you and held them there, making sure every last drop of his cum made it deep within, none to be wasted.Â
âFuck,â he cursed, slowly lifting himself back up and dropping your legs back to the floor, âSex with you was so much better than in my head. I only dreamt how good this pussy would feel. How good itâd feel to cum in you.âÂ
Jake was definitely more obsessed with you than you were with him. And he honestly didnât care how obvious it was.Â
âFuck I am in love with you.â he chuckles, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs.Â
You tilted your head to the side, seeing the knife sitting there idle. Jake clocked where your eyes landed, but he wasnât fast enough as you quickly grabbed it, being the one who now held the knife to his throat, the fire in your eyes back.Â
Jake might have just came, but his dick twitched and hardened again between the walls of your fuck hole. His crazy smile is so wide and his eyes so lustful. Seeing you so ready to end him right here and now made him crazier. Made him crave you even more.Â
He wouldnât kill you now. No, no. How could he kill the love of his life? How could he slide that knife into your skin and cut you open? You were precious to him, more than what he thought before. Maybe the sex drew him in, but you werenât getting away from him that easily.Â
âAwe, babe,â he cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and slowly removing the knife from your hand, âThis is how this will go now,â he tossed the knife across the room and out of reach, pinning your arms back to the floor, slowly rocking his hips, âYou will keep your fucking mouth shut, got it? Close this ghost face case and if anyone asks you donât know anything about it. Give it up. All for me, okay baby?âÂ
You nodded, not being able to say no to those brown eyes. It was toxic, whatever relationship you just found yourself in. You became that girl in books and movies who fell for the killer. It surprises you at how fast you were willing to drop everything for him. To keep his secret.Â
He kisses you gently and fucked you on the floor until you both came again and again and again.Â
What did you get yourself into?
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MV: YUCK! â part one
pairing(s): max verstappen x photographer!reader
summary: your aesthetic interest in max verstappen is purely professional, you swear.
fc: daisy edgar jones
a/n: hiiii this is my first attempt at an f1 fic so i hope yâall like it!! might turn this into a series idk? feel free to send me a req or a suggestion or just a messageđŤśđť my inbox is always open (fr now i turned on asks) (also daniel is at redbull in this đđť prayer circle w me guys đĽ˛đŻď¸) (partially inspired by yuck by charli xcx)
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ynusername maxie in miami đď¸đŚ as usual thank you redbull for having me out!!! looking forward to the next one where i will once again be standing 100m away from max until he forgets iâm there and acts natural for the camera.
user1 uhhh wait why he kinda⌠đĽľ
⤡ user1 and i donât even fuck with cars like that
⤡ user2 no right like who even is this?
⤡ user3 @user1 @user2 His name is Max Verstappen. Heâs a driver for RedBull in Formula 1!
user4 MAXIE!?? UR KIDDING!!
⤡ user5 weâre losing the idgaf war
user6 THE SECOND PIC. GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST LITERALLY AS WE SPEAK.
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⤡ user7 she liked. are yn and max together?
⤡ user8 @user7 highkey i think shes just employed by them
⤡ user9 @user7 sheâs been one of redbulls photographers since they signed max, theyâre not together theyâre just friends
user10 RAHHHHHH
user11 contender for white boy of the month i dare sayđ
danielricciardo Fuck me
⤡ maxverstappen1 Fuck off
⤡ danielricciardo đŹ
danielricciardo Yn why donât you take slutty photos of me?!
⤡ ynusername cos ur always talking ur head off babes
⤡ ynusername max broods. easier to take pics that way.
⤡ ynusername and theyâre not SLUTTY!
⤡ maxverstappen1 Exactly, Daniel.
user12 okay so why is her feed 70 percent max? isnât she a redbull photographer? not a max verstappen photographer?
⤡ user13 its like a known issue. she clearly prefers one of them over the otherđŤ¤
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ynpersonal anyway đ me lately
user1 gorgeous gal! donât listen to the weirdos
⤡ ynpersonal ty babe love u lots! xx
ysistersuser MWAH LOVE U BIG SISSY
⤡ ynpersonal LOVE U TOO LITTLE SISSY
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⤡ ynpersonal đ so annoyed at u
⤡ ynpersonal still love u tho ig
user2 slay! đŤśđť
⤡ ynpersonal slay!!! đŤśđť
danielricciardo Okay so hypotheticallyâŚ
⤡ ynpersonal hypothetically ur a dickhead daniel
⤡ danielricciardo Hypothetically?
⤡ maxverstappen1 Why are u fighting
⤡ ynpersonal no reason, dan is an asshole
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user3 When are you visiting home again?? Miss uđ¤đŤśđť
⤡ ynpersonal soon i promise!! ill text u!
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HI I LOVED UR HYPERSEXUAL FEM READER HEADCANONS UR WRITING IS SO GOOD
Soo I'm here to request the vees (mainly vox but idc) x hypersexual Fem reader pleasee đđ
if not that's okay and I hope you have a nice day/night!! feel free to delete this lol
-xoxo, Ari
THANK YOU <3333 i love the vees and ive been looking for an excuse to write them so this is perfect
vees with hypersexul reader
going with the same scenario as last time- you've just finished a round and (char) is spent but you're already ready to go again
ăâ vox âă
â he seems like a 2 rounds kinda guy so after that second round and yall are just laying there he is SPENT
â so when you roll over to lay on his chest like "one more time?" with a little smile on your face, as if yall did not just violently fuck it takes him a moment
â he's spent, so spent. but he really wants to please you
â he'd get used to it tbh. like he's mentally prepared everytime now but maybe sometimes he can do a round 3
â he'd resort to toys i think, only the best for his girl <3
â there's also something he loves about getting to hold you and watch you writhe in pleasure and he just gets to watch
â he'd always take your preferences into mind with toys too. like if you want smth specific he's got it for you
â i feel like he might prefer if yall are spent at the same time so the foreplay goes CRAZY
â like it's not just foreplay it's actual rounds of getting you to cum before the main event yk
â or sometimes he'll just ask if it'd be okay to be done for the night when he is
â he doesn't mind either way but he'd definitely want to communicate about it
â so yeah it might take him a little bit to adjust bit he'd be just fine!
ăâ valentino âă
â okay let's be real this man fucks A LOT so he can probably do like. 3 or 4 lengthy rounds before he's tapped out
â it's making me giggle about it but like okay val is a kinky guy, and like especially if the first time yall do anything it's a little bit rougher he is SHOCKED when you're down for more
â he's prly into something like overstim where normally you kinda gotta reel from it after so when he's done and it takes you like. a minute or two to be like "do you wanna do it again?" he judt looks down at you so confused
â he takes a moment, blinking. he'd definitely ask if you're kidding or smth and then finding out you're not he has to take a moment
â like, he finds it fucking awesome but jesus christ he's finally met hsi match
â he might use toys on you or go down on you, depends how he's feeling tbh
â i think he'd lean towards going down on you, idk he just seems like he'd be a bit of a munch.
â and if you're okay with it when yall fuck in the future he's constantly just seeing how far you can go before you're spent
â long story short he's totally chill abt it when he gets used to it and thinks it's fucking great
ăâ velvette âă
â okay im literally giggling and kicking my feet while typing this
â she seems like a 2 or 3 round kind of gal
â idk femxfem sex doesn't really go in rounds ime but like. yk.
â so after she's spent, she's like so ready to cuddle up and sleep. but then you're caressing her cheek, nuzzling into her neck. "again?" you murmur and she has to take a moment
â cause like, she's just super surprised you're still ready for another.
â she'd ask the most questions abt it. like she'd want to just know more so she can support you better
â she'd go down on you tho! anytime! she definitely has toys but she seems like the type to be more inclined to eat you out
â if she gets tired of that she'd use a toy on you. but she stays engaged the whole time, super attentive.
â she's a service switch so like getting to keep you pleased like this makes her feel good and she doesn't mind at all
â once again, all of them would embrace it and they do not mind at all!
â if you guys with the poly hc for the vees i think it just makes it so much better for them to know it's really hard to burn you out
â i loved this request ty <3
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okay hello hi me again with a james potter request if u feel like it đŚđŚ how about a drabble about reader calling james a pet name for the first time like baby or honey or something and he just melts on the spot and gives her the biggest lovesick puppy eyes ever and then begs her to always call him that and refuses to answer to james because âthatâs baby to u!!!!!â Or something<333 love u hope youâre well
ty for the request! <3 (wc: 495) fem!r
âIt says we could use banana as a substitute for egg, did you know?â
You shuffle to Jamesâ side as he pauses in the baking aisle, craning your neck to see his phone over the bulky shoulder blocking it.
âOh yeah,â you hum, âIâve seen that.â
James turns his wrinkled nose your way, a wink of amusement in his eyes.
âThat cannot be good.â
Scanning the row of mixes beside the cart, you palm his side, his shirt soft and thin under your fingers.
âNo, itâs kind of alright, actually.â
You blink back up at him, smiling, even when his big eyes bug even further under his glasses.
âYouâve tried it?â
Laughing, you encourage the cart forward again, and James with it.
âCan you see what we need next, please?â You croon. Jamesâ eyes soften, and he looks back to the recipe page as he walks.
âEr, do we have baking powder?â
âYes.â
He scrolls an inch further.
âLemons?â
âI was thinking weâd just use that lemon juice in the fridge,â you say, shrugging.
âWhat?â James stops walking. âBaby, no.â
He steers the cart around, making a break for the produce section. âWe are making these cupcakes right, my darling. I need all the best ingredients.â
You just laugh and trail after him. âIt really wonât make a differenceâŚâ
As you catch up to him, James is hoisting a full netted pouch of lemons out of its sales basket.
âJamie, we only need one,â you say, a bemused smile pulling at your lips. He looks to you, still holding the lemons up like a fresh catch.
âThatâs quitterâs talk. We just need to make more cupcakes, sâall.â
He drops them in the cart, and then creeps toward you.
âWhatever you say, baby,â you tease.
James freezes before he can reach you. A slippery grin parts his lips, creasing around his eyes.
âWhatâd you call me?â
Flipping back through your words, you realize what youâve said too late. In your mind, James and baby have been synonymous for a good few weeks now, youâve just been trying to play it cool, and for good reason.
James will never let this go.
âIââ You huff, relenting. âBaby.â
In a split second James is around you, lemons forgotten in exchange for a snug embrace that warms your cheeks.
âJames, weâre in public.â
âWho?â He asks, a grin pressed against your temple, and a strong hand between your shoulder blades.
Cushioning your chin on his chest, you look up at him. James has bigger heart eyes now than he did on your first date, which is saying a lot.
You know the two of you look painfully smitten, and that any passersby might be bothered by the PDA, but itâs hard to stifle your affection for James.
âCan you call me that more often?â He asks gently, so lovelorn that it nips your heart a little. âI really liked it.â
And how can you say no to that?
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Ëâşď˝ĄËâËwho's gonna know | CS55Ëâşď˝ĄËâË
pairing: carlos sainz x ferrari admin!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au
warnings: none just fluff
summary: in which a certain someone is trying to catch your attention but you are otherwise preoccupied
a/n: this was kind of hard to make there was a lot to fit in so i didnt make her like childhood friends w lando or anything LOL sometimes it's saur hard to fit too many plot points in smau đ hope it's ok tho!
request!!!: newly hired Ferrari social media manager ( literally jokingly simps over every driver despite being a Ferrari employee) who Carlos has a crush on and is trying to shoot his shot while the drivers are on his neck lol ..reader could also be lando's childhood (or not) best friend..it's upto you actually
fc: various brunette girls from pinterest
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user5 so cute
user6 ily pierre
user7 luv pierre selfies
scuderiaferrari so hot! đĽ
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Can you do a 42 Miles fanfic where we style and/or braid his hair but heâs pretty tender headed (even tho he tries to act tough)?
I have no idea how to braid his hair type so I did some research for it! pls let me know if anything is inaccurate and I hope you enjoy this little fic! As always, thx for requesting <3
Possible TW: reader is referred to as "Mami" (femreader), mention of Rio, kissing on the cheek (romantic tw), unedited (pls lmk if theres any errors/inconsistencies so I can fix them)
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"Hold still!" You exclaimed, pulling his head back as he let out a yelp. "You're braiding too tight!" he hissed, closing his eyes shut and groaning.
"Hey, I'm trying my best!" you exclaimed with a frown, loosening your grasp on his hair lightly in an attempt to be gentler. "They have to be tight or else they'll get loose too quick!"
He grumbled, sitting up straight and gripping onto the chair tightly to mask how much pain he was in.
This wasn't the first time you were braiding your boyfriend's hair, but you were starting to hope it would be the last. He was so tender-headed, you couldn't even touch his head without him letting out a yelp. How had his mom been dealing with him all these years?
But then of course, Rio had more patience than you'd ever seen in a mother so you weren't too surprised.
He grunted in frustration, squeezing his eyes shut as you finished one of his cornrows, tying a rubber band to the end as gently as you could. "Miles..." you said, putting your arms around his neck from the back. "Do you want to take a break? Let your scalp breathe?" you asked a little teasingly.
"No! I'm fine." He said annoyedly, folding his arms over his chest as he avoided your eyes in the mirror. You kissed his cheek gently, a smile on your face. "Are you sure? The second one might hurt more."
His eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean it'll hurt more?"
"If I don't finish soon, I'm gonna be late to get home! You know how my parents are about curfew" you said, rolling your eyes and gathering up the rest of his hair to start on the second cornrow.
"Wait, wait, wait-" he said quickly, standing up. "Just uh- just give me a second. Let me breathe."
You put your hands on your hips, watching him with a smile. "Does it really hurt that bad? Have you ever tried using numbing cream, or-"
"I don't need numbing cream! I'm not a little kid, Mami." he said with a frown, sitting back down tenderly. "Alright, just do it. I'm ready"
You glanced down at his knuckles, which were turning pale as he gripped onto the arm of the chair. The two of you stayed still for a moment.
After a second, he opened his eyes to look at you in the mirror. "You gonna do it, or...?"
"Miles, you're gonna hurt yourself if you hold on too tight." you said with a sigh. "This isn't a roller coaster."
He grumbled, folding his arms in his lap as he waited for you to start, his eyes closed shut. "Just braid it."
You raised an eyebrow at him. His breath hitched in his throat.
"Please?"
You rolled your eyes again, beginning his second braid. "That's what I thought."
He stayed silent for a moment, letting out a quiet hiss of pain as you slowly moved your way down his scalp. "Thanks for doing this by the way." He said softly. "Means a lot to me." His voice was so quiet it was almost like a whisper.
"Always." you said back, your fingers moving as gently as they could, satisfied with his gratitude. "I'm really trying to be gentle man, you're just tender-headed."
"I know, I know. Thanks." It only took a few minutes for you to be done and he immediately leapt up, touching his head gently and looking in the mirror. "Looks good."
He turned around, a grin on his face before sweeping you up in a hug, arms wrapped around your waist. "I love youuu" he teased, kissing your cheek, back in a good mood now that the pain was over.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." you said with a laugh, pushing his face back gently. "I love you too, Miles."
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Okay so, how about reader and Spencer Reid doing smth where they need to exchange kisses now and then. Reader has a crush on Spencer and canât keep kissing him. It becomes too much for them. So one day reader tells him smth along the lines of him needing to stop kissing her like he means it. Bcuz sheâs going to read into things wrongly and end up breaking her own heartâ and Spencer answers with smth along the lines of âthatâs bâcus I do mean it. Every single time. Ur just too dense to see it.â
But u write it like u want. I wanna give u creative freedom. It was just a thought. And if u donât wanna write it, thatâs okay too. I hope u have a nice day :)
Ty for the request, lovelyđĽ°! Hopefully, this is okay. Warnings: pet names, little angsty, fluff, mentions of kisses ofc, (0.5k)
Spencer keeps kissing you, well you keep kissing each other and it honestly drives you a little mad. Not because you don't enjoy it, you do, a lot actually, but because you don't know what the kisses mean.
They leave you so confused, you don't know what to think of them. Especially when Spencer kisses you so lovingly every single time. His kisses leave you breathless and confused at the same time.
So right now, as he leans in to kiss you again, being at your place to watch a movie, you turn your head away from his. You almost wince, when you notice Spencer's baffled and definitely a little hurt expression.
"What's wrong?" he immediately asks, worried, that he's done something wrong.
"I-I...it's just...," you try to find the right words, but you don't know how to tell it to him. You look down at your fiddling hands, just so you don't have to look at his worried, puppy eyes.
"It's okay, if you don't want me kissing you, I won't do anything, you don't want me to, I'm sorry, if I made you uncomfortable," he carefully takes one of your hands in his as he apologises.
"No, I do want to!" you say maybe a little too quickly, the embarrassment of it makes your cheeks go red.
"Yeah?" Spencer grins at you, not cheekily tho, softly as always.
You bury your hot face into your hands.
"What is it, huh? You can tell me anything, you know that right?" Spencer doesn't really understand what's going on. He's thought, you liked him, like he does you.
You take a few big breaths and then you slowly put your arms away from your face.
"It's just...I need you to stop kissing me, Spencer," you blurt out and it comes out differently than you intended it to be. Spencer looks stunned.
You try again, " I need you to stop kissing me Spence, 'cause I'm afraid, I'm reading into things wrong and I'm worried, that I'll just break my own heart by doing so."
Spencer is sure, that his relief could be seen from miles away. He was waiting for the worst possible rejection from you, but he definitely wasn't expecting this.
You look at Spencer's face, only to find him looking right back at you with the biggest happy smile ever.
"You're such an idiot, if you think, that you're readings into things wrong," Spencer starts, " because I like you. I wouldn't be kissing you, if I didn't mean it, sweetheart."
It takes you a few seconds to process, what you've just heard, but when you finally do, your whole face lights up. Spencer likes you back? This isn't a dream?
"Really?"
"Yeah, really. But I thought, you knew that already," he chuckles at your cluelessness, he really did think, that you knew.
"I don't know, what I thought," you say sheepishly.
Spencer doesn't think, he can survive looking at your cute, shy expression with the rosy cheeks any longer, so he just leans in to kiss you.
Of course, he gives you a moment to push him away, in case you still don't want him kissing you, but you don't do anything like that. Instead you are the one to finally connect your lips with his. Not afraid to show him how much you like him, too.
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heh, so for kinktober or just a regular fic atp. Can u do toxic relationship w/ yeonjun. Like reader and yeonjun are in a situationship and yeonjun says that him and reader canât have any strings attached if theyâre just gonna have sex. But like reader rlly doesnât care so they just keep having one night stands with random people at the club. And one day, yeonjun catches her and gets jealous and BOOM raw sex. But then angst bc reader says he doesnât love her so theyâre free to hit on whoever they want. So they argue and reader never sees yeonjun again. BUT LIKE IF U DONâT WANNA MAKE THIS ANGST THEN U CAN MAKE IT A HAPPY ENDING :3 heh, my brain is going brr brr rn. Ok ty! đ
Escapism.
mdni, nsfw!!
pairings: choi yeonjun/reader
genre: smut, angst. hurt/no comfort??
warnings: fwb?yeonjun, meandom!yeonjun, mentions of beomgyu, mentions of club bathroom sex (Dont!), name calling (slut, whore, etc), unprotected sex (Dont! pt2), gender neutral reader but they have feminine anatomy, jealousy, anger, kinda dubcon if you think too hard about it, player!reader, if i forgot any lmk!
jjae's comments: this is.... insane. I sat down to write this thinking itd be like.. 1k? around the same length of my other fics? but no... welcome to 3k words of pure smut and sadness. i made yeonjun a lot more pathetic in this fic than i think the ask originally intended, but i hope it still reads well!! enjoy!
âNo strings attached.â he had said. No strings attached. If that's what he wanted, then why was Yeonjun acting this way? He hadn't the faintest idea, but the sight of you dragging a puppy-looking guy to the bathroom with your finger hooked into the front of his jeans made his chest cave in.
He thought this was a good idea, months ago. Back when you were only focused on him with your puppy-crush. Maybe it was the power he held over you back then that convinced him to do this. The strength he had over your every move made his head too foggy with desire to see the fatal error of his ways. Back then you seemed like just a nerdy college student, out of place and quiet. Just his type. He was glad the work of approaching you had been done for him, smirking at the board with your name scrawled next to his. âJust how cliche would this get?â He wondered at the time. It was practically fate. He spent weeks breaking through your cold and bitter exterior, dead-set on tasting the sweet softness that he knew you kept well-hidden. It was the thrill of the chase. The promise of something forbidden, off-limits. Sure, he could give any excuse he wanted, but getting into your bed with you was always his goal. You were a sweet poison, he soon found. You were the sweetest of nectars, yet shockingly deadly. He was in bed with you, his plush lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to your heated skin. He drank in the quiet whimper you let out when his teeth scraped at you with the sharp promise of his canines marring your soft skin.Â
âNo strings attached.â He had whispered to you huskily, and you dumbly nodded along, eager to please so he would keep going. So he would consume you like the fire you knew he was. He said it more for his own sake than yours, he thought. He knew from the first time he had you under him, obscene sounds coming from where your hips collided, mouth spilling rivulets of drool around his fingers which pressed and prodded at your tongue, that he was thoroughly fucked.Â
But now, after months of being your.. What was the right word for it? Was this a situationship? Was he your friend-with-benefits? You two had never talked about it. Hell, you hardly did anything more than moan into each other's mouths and skin. Neither of you were next to one another by the time the sunshine graced your apartment windows. He knew better, now. If he was going to continue drinking in your poison by the mouthful, he needed to be careful. Precise, even.Â
Yeonjun sighed, watching you go as he swirled the drink in his hand. You didnât know he was there. You didnât even see the text he had sent you 2 hours prior on your phone, you were too busy scanning the crowd. He had texted you the second he walked through the doors into the club he knew you frequented. He was perhaps a little desperate to see you, but he would never tell you as much. Hell, it was hard to even admit it to himself. He craved you like he craved air.Â
But you didn't care. You didn't even react to the buzzing in your pocket, sharp eyes intent on finding your next victim. This club was your web, and you were a black widow. He hadnât known it when he stumbled into your trap all those months ago, but you were vicious. You took control of him like a possession, the thrum of your power over him was buzzing under his skin constantly. Your kiss was a brand, ruining him for anyone or anything else.Â
The great player, Choi Yeonjun, reduced to a simpering, desperate boy. How far he had fallen in pursuit of you.
He recognized the man you had picked - your victim for the night - as Choi Beomgyu. He was a friend of Yeonjunâs, actually. They bickered a lot, but they got along well enough. He recalls mentioning you to him before.. Had Beomgyu sought you out because of him? The thought made his stomach churn. Jealousy cut through him like a searing hot knife, the jagged edge catching his anger in just the right way. His eyes remained fixed on the bathroom door, sipping away at his drink the entire time you occupied it. He wasnât stupid. He knew what you were doing in there, but he needed to see it. He needed to know that you were really doing this.Â
He had no right to be jealous, he knew that. Rationally, realistically, this was none of his fucking business. He was the one who suggested you two wouldnât be exclusive. Why should he be upset now that his own words were haunting him. Was it because he never expected to get this attached? Or was it the realisation that you didnât feel the same? It was obvious that you didnât care for him the way he cared for you. He could live with that, he thought. He could live with you not loving him back, but seeing you sneak off with someone new right before his very eyes? This was an anger he was unfamiliar with. He was never on the receiving end of this. Perhaps this was karma, finally catching up to him and providing him the pain he usually dished out freely. Perhaps he deserved this.
When you finally emerged from the bathroom, makeup smudged and clothes wrinkled, his heart plummeted to the floor. He glanced behind you, watching Beomgyu walk out with a dazed look in his eyes, shirt halfway undone and hair a mess. You loved pulling on his hair when he gave you head, He thought. The memory of him being the one between your thighs finally snapped the cord in him.Â
He slammed his drink down onto the table next to him, ignoring the way the other patrons flinched at the loud crack the glass made against the worn wood. He was already halfway across the floor. You didnât even notice him until he was on you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the club with the shadow of his rage hanging over him like a cloud. He barely registered you tugging at his arm, trying to get him to let you go, trying to ask him what was going on. Your questions fell on deaf ears. He was on a mission as he dragged you to his apartment for the first time, only a few minutes walk away from the club.
He was going to prove he was better. No one else could have you the way he could.Â
Yeonjun liked to believe that he was a gentle lover. That he could be mean when it was required or requested of him, but for the most part, he was a giver. Full of plush words and promises that usually held no actual weight. A phrase echoed in his mind at that, something about truth being singular, and lies being words, words, words. In that case, Yeonjun guessed he was a liar of a lover. It tracked, if he really thought about it. Like now, when he had you pressed into the door the second you two were beyond the threshold, kissing you like a man starved. His hands were possessive, gripping onto your flesh wherever he could. He wasnât sure what he was trying to prove- actually, scratch that. He did know. He wanted to erase every memory of Beomgyuâs touch, He wanted to burn it away with his own until only his touch remained on your skin.Â
You weren't sure where this animalistic side of Yeonjun came from, but you hardly had it in you to complain. You should probably push him away, demand answers, but you couldnât bring yourself to deny him. The knowledge of this made yeonjun grin against your neck before sinking his teeth into the soft junction between the column of your throat and your shoulder, pulling a pleasured scream from your lips. He practically growled against the skin, fingers trailing down to push aside the skimpy shorts you wore.Â
âYou let him finish inside?â He grit out, fingers sliding easily through your soaked core. The sound of Beomgyuâs cum leaking onto Yeonjunâs hardwood floor should have made you embarrassed, but instead of shame burning through you, only lust remained. You shivered, nodding at Yeonjun like a bobblehead, mind swirling in the wake of his rough handling of you. He just laughed, but the chuckle he released was devoid of humour. He was angry. You let him fill you? Did you let anyone else do the same?
âDirty fucking thing.â He spat at you before hauling you up, legs around his waist. He carried you to the bed, flinging you unceremoniously onto the covers. You were still bouncing on the mattress from the sheer force he used to toss you onto it when he descended on you. He was all tongue, teeth and rage as he practically tore your clothes off of you. He hardly gave you any space to breathe, let alone think. Your mind was a useless puddle of mush as he manhandled you, adjusting your body the way he wanted. By the time you could gather the mental presence it took to move your eyes downward, His breath was already fanning hotly at your still-sore cunt. Your eyes widened comically, but he only laughed at you before diving in and eating you with the crazed frenzy of a man who had never eaten before in his life. He had to clean you, had to rid you of any evidence of his friend. You had to become pure again, only for him to defile you himself, make you his the way you had made him yours. He had to show you, even if he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. Surely, you'd understand, right? You understood him. He was sure of it.
Your hands instantly tangled in his silky locks, tugging harshly enough to pull a hiss from his lips the second his tongue made contact. You squealed, body still sensitive from your previous orgasm with Beomgyu, but Yeonjun didnât care. He wasn't doing this for pleasure, he was doing this to make a point. To make you his. He ate you with fervor, a mix of your arousal, Beomgyuâs release and Yeonjunâs drool making his face a fucking sopping mess. It dripped onto the sheets below, but he paid it no mind, allowing you to rock your hips desperately on his tongue and nose as he worked you up again. You were sobbing, fat tears streaming down your face and clumping your pretty lashes together. All he could think about while you bumped your swollen clit against his nose was how badly he wanted to ruin you once he was done. Your wails and pleas fell on deaf ears. He had no plans on slowing down, giving you any breaks. You had teased him enough, he thought, parading around with Beomgyuâs cum still stuffed inside you. He was intent on replacing it with his own. When you finally came, sobbing out his name into the silent, cold air of his apartment, you collapsed, boneless onto the sheets. Your hand clasped at your naked chest, sweat cooling your skin as you scrambled to catch your breath. You couldn't remember a single time when Yeonjun behaved like this, did things like this, ate you like this. Sure, he loved having you on his tongue, but he was always so sweet, drawing out every little hum and movement out for your pleasure. This shift in his demeanour left you confused, for sure, but you found it so hot that you couldn't stop to ask any questions. Your eyes flew open again, desperately clawing at his arms when he shifted your body again. He lifted you with ease, flipping you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing.Â
âCan't- jjunnie, please!â You cried, voice slightly muffled by the pillow he shoved your face into. He just sneered down at you, dragging his drooling cock through your soaked folds. He had no mercy for you, not anymore. He leaned down, smirking at the way your breath stuttered when the head of his cock caught your entrance. The feeling of his hot breath on your skin paled in comparison to the mean words he spat into your ear.Â
âYouâll fucking take what I give you, slut.âÂ
You couldnât bring yourself to feel any shame at his words. In fact, you revelled in them, pushing your hips back against him. It caught him by surprise, and you were so wet that he sunk into you with ease with that simple movement alone. A punched out groan fell from his pouty lips, one of his hands gripping your hip in a bruising hold. You were sure his fingertips would leave bruises for you to press on by tomorrow morning.Â
âGod- Youâre so fucking desperate, arent you? Just got your pussy stuffed with cum and you're already begging for more?â He laughed, the sound mean and cruel in your ears as he set a brutal pace. You were so slick that the sounds that reverberated in yeonjuns bedroom was fucking obscene. You felt filthy, dirty, used- and you loved it. You werenât sure how, but Yeonjun could tell. You knew he could. Maybe it was the way your walls fluttered helplessly around his fat cock, spearing into you with no mercy that gave you away. It didnât matter, though. You hardly had the mental presence to care about anything beyond the way he stretched you out so so well. âLook at you, fucking pathetic. So eager for dick. Do I not give you enough? Huh? Do I need to stuff you full every hour of the day for you to be satiated?âÂ
All you could do was claw at his sheets, nodding pathetically along to his words. He scoffed, reaching up to grab your chin and forcing your mouth open. âSpeak, whore.âÂ
You scrambled for words, but the syllables fell through your fingers like grains of sand. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, reminiscent of a fish out of water, before you finally managed out something akin to verbal language.
âNeed- please- more- jjunnie-!â Your voice quickly dissolved into a chorus of pornographic ah, ah, ah-âs, and it sent a thrill through Yeonjunâs body. He was doing this to you. In this moment, right here in his bedroom, you were his. He shoved his fingers into your still open mouth, keeping your head thrown back as his hips ploughed into your sopping heat from behind. His thrusts were so intense they were punishing, sure to leave you sore and wobbly on your feet for days. Thinking about you stumbling around, needing his help to walk only made him growl and fuck you harder. He was far too drunk on you, on your moans, on your pussy. He couldnât help himself.
âNeed-? Getting fucked so good you cant speak, huh? Donât worry, baby.â He grinned, but the smile was sharp and cheshire. It held no warmth for you, not that you could care or open your eyes long enough to even see it. You could feel it in his words, though, in the way he nibbled at your earlobe before shoving you down into the pillows again. âDaddyâs got you.â
He was entirely right, really. You were fucked positively stupid on his dick. You couldnât deny that. In fact, you wouldn't. âDaddy-â you whined, voice barely audible over the lewd sounds of Yeonjunâs cock sinking into you and his hips snapping against the plush of your ass. ââs fucking good- fuck!â
Yeonjun let out a breathless laugh before he pulled out of you. You hardly had time to whine at the loss, the aching empty feeling he left you with, before you were being moved again. Now you were on your back, and before you could even get your vision to focus on him, Yeonjun was already balls-deep in you again. With your head thrown back in bliss, throat bared for him, he couldnât help but sneak down and leave angry, splotchy hickeys along your soft skin.Â
âThatâs right, baby- fuck⌠take it. Take it. Gonna fill you up better than he did- fuck!â His hips were beginning to stutter, but his mouth kept running. He was dissolving into horny babble, but he had the presence of mind to sneak his hand down, fingers drawing rough circles on your clit that had you spasming underneath him.Â
He had slept with you enough times to know your tells, to know when you were going to finish. The way your head fell back, eyebrows drawn up, pretty lips making that pretty âoâ shape- the way you fluttered around him wildly, trying to milk him dry- you were close. He knew it. Just a few more thrusts, a slight change in angle and-
God, you were so beautiful when he had you like this, crying his name again, nails clawing uselessly against his back and leaving angry marks that he loved.Â
âThatâs it, baby- shit. Take it, slut. Fucking take it-!â He gripped your hips firmly in both hands, using them to move you on him. It made his thrusts hit deeper, and- God, were you squirting? If anything, the revelation only made him rougher with you despite your protests that you couldnât take it, that you needed him to slow down. He wouldnât, though. You knew he wouldn't. He only grabbed you harder, cock slamming into your cervix in a way that made you wince before he finally filled you, pressed as deeply into you as he could manage. He pressed into you over and over, as if trying to force his seed even deeper into you. As if he could fuck it right into your little womb.Â
After a few more mean thrusts, you began to squirm and whine in his grip. Only then did he snap out of his jealousy-filled rage, looking into your eyes with his own so wide and pretty. There he was, that was closer to the Yeonjun you remembered. You smiled lazily at him, lifting your arms to him. With no prompting, he fell into your embrace. He peppered kisses along any skin he could reach, sighing happily into your skin when your fingers ran through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp in the way you knew he liked. You chuckled, but made no move to push him away. That was all he needed for hope to bloom in his chest again. You understood him, right? You knew what he was trying to do, what he needed. He needed you. He needed you more than air. He looked at you expectantly, hoping that you would say what he did not have the courage to.Â
But you didnât say anything.Â
You didnât say anything when he cleaned you up. You didnât say anything when he carefully brought you to the bath he drew for you. You didn't say anything when he gently scrubbed your body. You didnât say anything when he helped you back into your clothes.Â
You only opened your mouth to deny him when he suggested you sleep over. He didnât know his heart could shatter so easily with just a few words. He supposed he had this coming. Yes, he was right, earlier. This was karma for all his previous misdeeds. You were karma, and you were cruel.
âNo strings attached, remember?â
#jjae hard thoughts#txt smut#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu smut#kinda#yeonjun smut#yeonjun x reader#tomorrow x together#jjae's kinktober#this one posessed me im sorry#i blinked and suddenly there were 3k words on my screen...#sorry not sorry?
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sorry for giving you so many asks but hear me out:
lokius beauty and the beast au? Like mobius being belle and loki being the beast. Like it can work especially for their dynamic just hear me out
Omg no it's totally fine, always a delight to log in to new asks and nothing better in the world than anything involving Lokius so tysm for taking the time to talk headcanons đĽ°
Beauty and the Beast is an amazing AU for them right down to how effortlessly Mobius could see right through the mask Loki had been projecting in trying to guard against a lifetime of feigned hubris, and the whole man of action vs. slow, deliberate, cerebral approach when in reality it can actually be flipped around to Loki being quite gentle with Mobius' feelings and Mobius making a ton of spur of the moment decisions on Loki's behalf is such a nice and unexpected twist to what everyone assumes is their usual dynamic!
Also I don't really have any reasoning for this other than I just like thinking about it but in my heart Mobius is absolutely a Disney princess lmao, he met his prince, saved the day, and deserves to indulge in all the best life has to offer đ
#can't think of names rn and they were all wip when i saw them but there's definitely beauty and the beast au fanfic out there!#and about your first ask trust me i'm right there with you bc not a single person irl who knows about my owen stanning gets it asdjfslk#their loss and all but i swear the perception of him is wild??#like for starters he's absolutely gorgeous so idk how that's even debatable to anyone lol#he makes some of the most effortlessly natural acting choices i've EVER seen and somehow creates incredible chemistry with everyone#then on top of that he's this media encyclopedia with such a cool fascinating literary focus that somehow goes over everyone's head đđ#when you know you know but people are just missing out#and as always ty again for the lovely asks!! lots of love and hope the weekend's been treating you well đđ#ask
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Crimson Angel AU - Narinderâs Betrayal
(Text updated as of Nov 8th, 2024)
Been editing and working on the AU and changing just what makes Narinder go from being the lambâs friend to commanding them to sacrifice themself to him after all the Bishops are dead
Originally the idea was more just him not understanding his feelings towards them, then after overhearing part of a conversation about them planning on proposing to someone (not knowing its him) his heartbreak/confusion leads him to think theyâre leaving him behind and thus sacrificing them is killing his feelings, but now tying it more into whatâs becoming the main theme of the AU-how itâs important to communicate your feelings. (read more cause we got a lot of lore for this one!)
Narinder's Side
Narinder was imprisoned because he and his siblings didnât talk to each other. They didn't ask how he felt about being death, and he in turn didn't tell them his frustrations regarding it/their treatment of him for being death. He was always the child Shamura never had to worry about-while his siblings needed attention left and right, he was the one Shamura could depend on being 'ok'.
Even if it meant hiding whenever he needed help. Even if it meant being the scapegoat. So long as Shamura still loved him, still looked at him and said he was their favorite for being easy, he was fine.
Yet as the other fourâs domains all connected/dealt with life, they got closer as the years went on, whilst he in contrast remained the odd one out by being the sole one centered on death, with a side domain of sleep most usually forgot about. It felt isolating, even more than when he was a kid, but he tried to push it back.
But then the others started getting mad at him. Leshy, Heket, and Kallamar started blaming him for âtakingâ a favorite friend, follower, or lover through death. He could handle it. They didn't know his domain was the Dead not Death. They didn't know he was the shepherd rather than executioner. It was fine. It was fine...
It wasn't fine.
He tried once. Just once to tell Shamura. To go to them for guidance, ask for their help. To ask if the others hated him-and yet...Shamura got angry at him, yelled at him for complaining, they had enough on their plate with the others and now him? Work it out himself, he can do that, right?
He returned to his domain swiftly after that. He returned, and slowly, figured out a plan.
Resurrection was his last-ditch effort to please them. If their anger was over him 'taking' people away, then he'd just give them back. Leshy had Order and Chaos, Heket Famine and Harvest-his secondary was sleep, but that's just death you can awake from-he could try being Life.
His followers became the experimental batch in hopes that he'd be able to perfect it for the real thing. He'd then resurrect his siblings' fallen and maybe, just maybe, that'd get them to love him again.
The Siblings' Betrayal
To the bishops, Narinder's distance was at first...normal.
He always kept to himself after all. He disliked the bustle of the mortal realm. Hated the noise of parties. Typically would hurry away the second their group meetings would end. They just thought he preferred his space since he'd never said otherwise-he'd always been like that. They never had to worry about him.
Him being Death was frustrating, but he never seemed to not mind the 'rightful' upset it caused. Yet here he was, suddenly gaining mass amounts of followers and them having no idea why or how. So Shamura decided to look into things, but as he would neither answer their letters to meet nor open his domain, they decide to use their future sight instead. (Though if they recalled...he had stopped by their office last, hadn't he? Shamura hardly remembered what he'd wanted-Heket had needed to borrow their army last minute while Kallamar had spent half the night wailing to them about a fight with his spouse. They hadn't meant to snap but...they just didn't need another thing to worry about-he'd forgive them surely)
Yet the vision they saw was blood on Narinderâs claws as he was dragged down by chains into the Afterlife, and the wailing of their other siblings in the distance. Â
A fight-a betrayal?
Shamura couldn't understand. Narinder loved their family-loved them, he would never...they could not remember what he'd stopped by for last time, but oh he'd been...angry after, right? He had looked angry? They were too afraid to try and look deeper-to try and see the context. They just gathered the others and convinced them that they had to enchain him before he had a chance to destroy them. They summon him to their domain with one last vague letter stressing the importance of him visiting, and Narinder, with his now completed ritual notes in hand, eagerly went thinking this was his chance to present what he'd discovered.
He arrived and at first things seemed fine. He looked...happy. Oddly happy-more that Shamura had seen him in years. They couldn't falter. They decreed him traitor the moment the door to their chambers slammed shut, telling him that they knew of his plan, and that his ploy for power ended right there. His other siblings appeared and restrained him from the shadows, and during his panic, his claws met godly flesh in his struggle, with his notes scattering across the floor as sigils flared to life and chains surged to drag him down into the Afterlife. This look of pure sorrow on his face being the last Shamura saw-
This look that suddenly looked like the one he'd had when he'd fled their office that day...
...the...vision played out the exact same as what had just occurred. They had made a mistake. Narinder hadn't planned a betrayal, he wasn't going to hurt them. As their shattered skull pulses pieces of that day come back...he thought they'd hated him.
The others picked up his notes, and now all of them realized what they'd done.
The betrayal was from them, not him.
Yet to Narinder as he came to in the static, lifeless void of the Afterlife? His siblings knew of his plan somehow-they knew of his ressurections, and yet...it wasn't enought. He'd tried everything and it wasn't enought. He was now trapped in the Afterlife all alone, and right there decided that trying to please people didn't matter anymore. That no one would ever like him so why should he bother hoping for something he'll never have? Â
1000 Years...
After a thousand years Narinder had gone through many stages of grief. Sorrow, anger, regret, though since the twins came to him-little three day old kits with their hearts carved out, all he could focus on was being freed so they'd no longer suffer. He was tired and just wanted it to be over. The boys had softened him, did somewhat ease that wound his siblings had left, but they were there not because they had choosen to, but because they were made to.
He was their master rather than their dad. He loved them so much, wished to call them his-but he had no right now, did he?
But then the Lamb appeared. He hadn't thought much of them at first, they were already devot to him prior to dying, that was a plus. They were eager, a tad lax, but overall appeared capable. What he didn't anticipate, however, was how kind they could be.
They would talk to him out of nowhere throughout the day, whenever in the gateway they would ask if he was in pain, bring him gifts, treated the boys with just as much kindness and more where so many vessels had ignored the two...they were teaching the boys to read, bringing them toys...even using the crown to show all three of them the most simple things from the world above.
So unused to it as he was, Narinder had questioned them. Did they desire a boon, was this a ploy? And yet the lamb had only laughed and said they simply wanted to see him and the boys happy-to ease their struggle within the Gate. He hesitated still but...over time...it felt nice. It was nice to be taken care of, to be seen. His walls dropped without even realizing, and even the most fragile of admissions still being hurt over his siblings' actions were met with nothing but understanding and a gentle touch to his hands.
This little lamb who saw someone as worthless as him and treated him like something precious...who he gradually began to see also hid their own pain, called them out because he wanted to make things even, they listened to him so he'd listen to them. They became his friend, and before Narinder knew it, he'd fallen so deeply in love he could've drowned in it.
Thus when âaccompanyingâ them via the crown to the remains of their childhood village on the anniversary of their familyâs death, and upon hearing the lamb finally break down from their survivor's guilt and swear that theyâll free him regardless of the cost to themself, he couldn't stop himself from telling them no.
The final hidden chain was to be broken via the sacrifice of the devout heart which freed him-thatâs what the prophecy said. The lamb doesn't know this, but he did. And while he wouldn't tell them that-he feared they might try and go through with the death, what he did tell them is that he either left the Afterlife with them by his side or not at all. He'd prolong his imprisonment for them.
He wanted them to live. He wanted them to live beside him
Everything seemed fine, but then the lamb started getting distant. They stopped 'calling' him at night before bed, started asking for more privacy. Long talks until they fell asleep stopped. And though during the day they'd still visit and talk and bring gifts...something was different. At night they would go silent.
His siblings had grown distant too, way back when. When 'Death' began to mean more than just that their playthings had broken. When they'd started realizing he wasn't worth it to be near.
But busy as he was trying to find a way to break the spell without killing the lamb, he choose to ignore it. They were still his friend, right?
But as Shamuraâs death drew near one night when the twins were off exploring and he was all alone, Narinder just couldn't take it anymore and listened in. He swore to respect the lamb's privacy if signaled for it, but he couldn't wait anymore, he was alone, stressed, scared.
The crown's eye showed the wall of Ratau's hut, but he could hear what was happening inside, and it was busy. Chattering old men and clattering dice, the clinks of glass drinks, and an odd mechanical like sound? Someone sharpening a weapon perhaps, he wasn't sure. What he was sure of though, was that someone suddenly asked if he suspected anything, and he froze.
The Lamb, cheerful as ever, said no, and he heard that mechanical sound again so it must've been from something they were doing. Ratau asked if the lamb had told Forneus yet and they replied that they had and that she'd wished them the best-another former crown bearer who was in on whatever this is, and the Lamb said that if all went to plan then they needed Ratau to distract the twins should Forneus be unavailable the night after the three were freed, and that the rest of the group was to make sure no one followed the lamb as they took him for a walk off the grounds.Â
Narinder didn't stay to hear the rest. He couldn't breathe suddenly, and the moment the connection is cut all he could remember is Shamura inviting him to their domain, and the feeling of his siblings forcing him into chains. All he could remember is how badly a heart can break, as his own shattered in his chest.
He...he'd been a fool again...
What he didn't get to hear however was the final sound of a loom shuttle flying through wool, then the sound of the Lamb tapping the last threads of a long, beautiful sash into place. Ratau and the others came over, and though they teased the Lamb relentlessly, all Anthea could think of is of their own parentsâ sashes-beautifully hand-woven gifts given upon their engagement to one another which within sheep culture represented the gifterâs devotion and oath of commitment to the receiver. That day their god comforted them and declared that they were to be by his side was the day Anthea realized theyâd fallen in love, and regardless of the form of love he felt for them, Anthea had wanted to give him something to tell both him and themself that they finally wanted to live, and to live with him.Â
Yet Narinder doesn't hear that. He doesnât think to ask the lamb about what he heard because he was too afraid of the answer, he didn't even tell the twins what he heard, just lets them think he finally found a way to spare the lamb. It was only when Shamura was dead and the lamb arrive to, as Anthea put it, âBring him and the twins homeâ that he declared them traitor and commanded that they die, said he knows of their plan to usurp power, and refuses to let them win.Â
He couldn't be chained again-the boys needed to get out. He couldn't be betrayed again-he feared being alone
The cycle repeated.
The twins died by trying to use their battles with the lamb to snap him out of it, Narinder fell regardless, and when he awoke on the dais to a furious, heartbroken lamb who was not only hurt by his ignoring of their privacy but also in assuming the worst of them that he realized his mistake.
It was easier to assume the worst, than to ask and risk seeing it confirmed. It was easier to hide how you felt, than to let it show. And yet because of that, reality was realized too late.
And alone again he was, he felt he deserved it
Boarders are by @lambouillet
#loreeeee heheheh >:)#*smacks notebook* this AU can hold so much miscommunication and angst#cotl#cult of the lamb#crimson angel au#writing#writing ideas#narilamb#cult of the lamb au#cotl au#my writing#cult of the lamb narinder#cult of the lamb lamb
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Original Ask: hi! God bless! could you do a fic where's reader has been bullied in childhood/teenage years and one day she appears dating Jude and people are shocked and Jude's like, how could you be mean to her?? Ty đ (anonymous)
Word Count: 737 words
(author's note: keep sending requests in as they are still open, i hope you all enjoy this fic đŤśđť i kinda hate this, but oh well đĽ˛)
To Jude, Y/N was the most beautiful girl he had ever met. He would proclaim his love for Y/N from the rooftops if he had it his way. However, Y/Nâs own insecurities meant she asked Jude to keep their relationship private. He respected her wishes, keeping their love for each other behind closed doors.
Throughout her high school years, Y/Nâs life had been made miserable by the individuals at her school. Insults, taunts, and jeers ruled her life, blossoming into deep-rooted self-hatred. These painful memories led to Y/N hiding that part of herself from not only Jude but also her friends she had met once she grew up.
There wasnât a day that went by where Y/N didnât feel unhappy with how she looked, or how she sounded, or how she laughed. And she didnât mention it to Jude once. She didnât want to trouble her boyfriend with her âsillyâ insecurities.
Eventually, Jude began to question why Y/N didnât want to make their relationship public. Did she not think he was good enough for her? After having Y/N refuse his invite to one of his matches yet again, he knew it was time to confront her.
Y/N stood at the kitchen counter, preparing the ingredients for her and Judeâs lunch. She hummed quietly to herself, which masked the sound of Jude walking down the hallway.
âY/N?â Jude said, finally making his way into the kitchen.
âYeah, you okay?â She questioned in response.
âAre you ashamed to be seen with me?â
Y/N laughed nervously, âWhat do you mean? What makes you say that?â
âWell youâve insisted on keeping our relationship private for the past 2 years, so I must be doing something wrong.â
âNo, Jude, you know I just like being private.â
Jude shook his head and sighed, âI just donât believe you anymore. It feels like youâre embarrassed.â
Tears began to form in Y/Nâs eyes. She knew it was silly to cry, and she knew she should just tell Jude why she was so persistent on staying out of the spotlight. But she simply couldnât.
When Jude spotted the tears falling down Y/Nâs face, he walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. He gently rubbed his hand along her back, soothing her as she sobbed into his chest. What started as silent tears had turned into violent sobs.
It didnât take a genius to figure out that something much deeper was affecting Y/N, and it hurt Judeâs heart to see his girlfriend fall apart in his arms. He also felt guilty that he hadnât spotted she was hurting before now.
He slowly guided her over to the sofa and sat her down. Y/N stayed curled into Judeâs chest, too ashamed to face him. After a while, she moved to sit up and wiped her face with her sleeve.
âAre you gonna tell me whatâs going on?â Jude enquired, careful not to upset his girlfriend further.
Y/N took a deep breath, âI used to get bullied. A lot. I know it sounds dumb but it really affected me and still does to this day. I just feel like it's all gonna happen all over again if we go public. Especially since I'm not a perfect model with loads of Instagram followers.â
âOh baby, why didnât you just tell me? I wouldâve understood you have nothing to worry about. I want nothing more than to show my beautiful girlfriend off. People are always going to have something to say, I just want the world to know youâre mine.â
âAre you sure?â
âI promise, if anyone has a problem Iâll block them, simple as that.â
Y/N enveloped her boyfriend in a tight hug, words of appreciation spilling from her mouth. Jude hugged her back, grateful to know what had been bothering her for so long.
âDoes this mean I can post you?â Jude asked eagerly, smiling down at Y/N.
She nodded, âIâm sorry for keeping all this from you.â
âItâs fine, we all have things we want to keep secret.â
Y/N stood up and moved back over to the kitchen to finish the meal she had started. Jude pulled out his phone and selected a photo of the couple.Â
He pulled up Instagram on his phone and posted the photo, paired with the caption;
âMy one and only.â
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NSFW Alphabet: Mane!Sabretooth
RQ: 'Can I request the NSFW Alphabet for Victor Creed/Sabertooth? Specifically Tyler Mane's version? Love your work btw! đ' - @im-his-druidess
Warnings: Neutral as possible, the terms of good boy/girl are used and mentions of feminine/masculine bodies are used. Tried to include both while maintaining an open look so anyone of any identity can enjoy, but made it as vague as possible. Also uhh general sex talk, mentions of BDSM and stuff like that lol. Ignore grammar mistakes ty.
A/N: Yess you absolutely can. I did a SFW/NSFW Sabretooth on my other blog, but I sort of left the Sabretooth up for whatever the reader wanted to imagine. For Mane specifically, this will be fun! Mane is my favorite, has been since I saw X-Men 2000. Sooo thrilled to see him again in D&W, even if just for a moment. He looked so good and yummy. I did keep one or two things off my previous list. I hope you enjoy <3
Minors DNI below the cut. 18+
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex):
I see him as being pretty smug, he likes seeing you disheveled and breathless. He lets you lay on his larger body, he relaxes while you splay out completely spent.
He might ask you to get him a beer, even if you're exhausted, a slap to the ass as you wobble to grab one from the fridge. But when you come back he pulls you close and licks your neck. "Good boy/girl...you know how to make me happy...~" he purrs.
While by definition, he doesn't understand the full extent of what aftercare is, he sees that you need it, so he grumbles and bites his tongue, doing it regardless of his own opinion on it.
"Upsy daisy..." he grunts, lifting your exhausted body up, watching you whine. He smirks, knowing he's reduced you to a shaky form, "Ya look like a lamb tryin' to walk for the first time..." he chuckled.
He does try after seeing how badly he fucks you up. He's a big dude so...he really throws you around and you have wounds from his teeth and claws. He can't have his darling lamb all messed up...
He licks your wounds, his saliva has an antiseptic enzyme so it disinfects the wound, however you still insist on using peroxide. "Hold still...gotta clean ya."
He's not the best at it at first, but he will learn what you like and accommodate.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs):
Primal dude is insane about your body. Whether you are more feminine or masculine, he goes nuts for a good ass. He grabs and kneads and squeezes.
If you are more masculine, he likes feeling your chest and trails down your sides, feeling your narrower body.
If you have TS scars, he is gentle with them. He rubs his rough thumbpads over the scars and how they trail over your chest. He's obsessed with them. He thinks you look great, and he licks them a lot, gently and mindfully if you let him. He won't touch them if this bothers you though.
If you are more feminine, he loves your breasts and plush hips. He grips you firmly a lot and loves to see how your skin pools around his big hands and claws.
He also really likes necks, he bites there a lot so be prepared to always have his teeth somewhere on your neck.
Victor is also egotistical as hell, he thinks every inch of himself is perfect. He's proud of his lion's mane and cock size for sure, but also prides himself in his stature.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):
Victor has an insane amount of cum inside his body, you genuinely don't know how he produces so much. He is like a faucet, just oozing it into you.
He cums like a horse and his amounts are crazy. You are full to the brim and he's still shooting the load, it comes out of you there's so much of it. He jokes about turning you into a twinkie.
He gets so pent up and he snarls a lot, he growls and groans, then when he pounds you and you feel him swell more than usual, you know he's about to release a ton.
It also gets everywhere so...you should always have sheets on standby. You can't count how many times you've lost fancy sheets because his load stains them. You don't bother buying silken bedding anymore.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):
He doesn't keep a lot from you, simply because he has no shame.
But, he does like scents and smells a lot. He often smells your body in the morning or when you're the most natural. He memorizes it, keeps it in his memory.
He leans down and before he licks or sucks, he inhales deep breaths of your sex. Just the scent alone makes him horny as hell.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?):
He's had his way around, so he's fairly experienced. I don't think anything would surprise him or catch him off guard as 'new.'
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):
Victor pins you down and uses his strength to fuck you. He likes looking down at you completely helpless while he thrusts his thick cock in and out of whatever hole his dick finds.
Any position where he has you on your belly with your ass in the air for him, he is all over. He likes to bite your neck and hold you down, and he gets to really thrust into you from behind.
He also likes mating press, watching you cry out as he drills the deepest parts of you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):
His dirty talk can be funny, or sometimes he will say something out of the blue that just makes you smile because it wasn't expected from him. But otherwise, he's not a goofball. Just the quip every so often.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):
This guy has a lot of hair. He's insanely hairy, and come on, he's a primal. So, obviously.
He takes great pride in his hair too, he grooms himself a lot. He licks himself mostly, until you push him to a shower and he uses unscented things. He doesn't like to hide his musk.
He has a hairy chest and a happy trail leading down to his pubic hair. He's pretty hairy below too, but he does try to groom a little shorter because he notices you pull out random hairs after sucking him off.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):
Romantic isn't really his thing. He's not used to being 'romantic' at all. He's more...let me kill something for you and bring you its corpse.
He won't change for anyone. If you can accept his...brutish love habits, then he will attempt to be...less sometimes. On a hunt he drops an animal carcass and hands you a bloody wildflower he ripped from the ground, roots and dirt still attached.
That's as good as it gets. But for him, that's a pretty big gesture.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):
Yikes. With those claws?
I don't think he does. Not often anyway. He'd rather have you help him out when he needs something.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):
Sabretooth is pretty damn kinky, he isn't ashamed about any of his sexual desires and is open with you about them.
He obviously loves predator/prey dynamics, he likes to pretend to hunt you in the woods and when he catches you, he fucks you into the mossy ground. It gets his instincts going and he feels like his cock is on fire when he's hunting you. Plus the sex that comes from 'hunting' you is honestly some of the best you've had. Prey pet names for sure.
Breeding is a huge kink for him. He likes making a mess, but he prefers to bury himself into you and fill you up, regardless if you can get pregnant or not. He will pound multiple loads into you and won't stop until you are squirting it out around his cock. This is also applicable if you are male, he doesn't care. As long as he buries himself into you and fills you full.
BDSM is something that's interesting to him, though not every aspect of it. He's a pretty big sadist, so his claws and teeth will definitely mark you up all bloody and you'll be bruised from his hard grip on you thanks to his strength. He'd probably be into impact play, so he'd like to spank you while he's fucking you. He prefers to let himself do the marking rather than a toy. It's more intimate to him.
I think he might find bondage fun just because you'd be completely helpless and it can tie into the whole predator/prey play too. Like a little bunny caught in a snare and he stumbles upon you, helpless to the hungry big cat.
I think he probably would have a thing for housewife type of behavior, things that aren't inherently sexual but can turn him on. So cleaning and cooking, bringing him beer or food while he sits back, I don't know I just have a weird feeling he would be into that.
I also think he'd be interested in CNC. It's something that you'd have to talk heavily about, but I think it would be something he would want to try.
Size difference!! Mane irl is 6'9, so I give Sabretooth a few more inches. Over 7' tall anyway, and he towers over you. Not to mention he's bulked out. Looking down at you, he loves how helpless and vulnerable you are compared to him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do):
Victor will fuck you anywhere, it doesn't really matter to him.
He likes to do it in his bedroom, his scent gets rubbed into you when you're being thrown around the bed and roll on his bed. Plus, he gets to take his time and fuck the room full of the smell of sex.
He also likes to fuck in the woods. It satisfies his primal desires to take you against the moss in the middle of a thick trail.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):
As mentioned, typical housewife behavior would turn him on. Cooking and cleaning for him, bringing him a beer while he is sitting down, or even fussing over his clothes would get him going. Seeing you in an apron and nothing else would make him completely feral.
Any kind of submissive behavior would catch his attention. He instinctively looks for anyone who submits, his need and desire to be the dominant person in every situation controls him. So if you are submissive to him, even with simple gestures like obeying an order or just lowering your head around him, it definitely gets him interested.
Submission isn't always sexual, but of course submitting in that way also gets him going.
As written on my previous list, purposefully making yourself vulnerable gets his attention. Cats expose their bellies when they trust you, so rolling on your back and showing him your belly is a big deal. Say you're on the couch and you just lay back, he is intrigued and likes this gesture a lot.
Also any kind of gesture that exposes your neck to him.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs):
Despite being fucking brutal, he wouldn't want to cause any serious harm to you. You'll definitely be wearing claw and bite marks, but nothing that will have lasting damage.
He also won't be interested in 'making love.' He will fuck you, and he'll fuck you good. He's a primal mutant so when he is intimate he goes hard.
Anyone who would try to dominate him would piss him off, and it would trigger his aggression. He would not be receptive to anything like that, especially with his natural instinct to dominate.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):
Luckily, his tongue isn't covered in sharp spines like usual cat tongues, otherwise that would suck.
He is good with his tongue, he cleans himself all the time so naturally he can move his tongue around in all sorts of ways.
He is somewhat selfish, preferring to receive than give. But when he gives, you feel so much pleasure. His tongue laps and he sucks so good. "Good...let me hear you." he growls against you.
He lovesss seeing you choke on his cock too. "Good boy/girl, choke on it. Is it too big...? Too big for your sweet mouth?" he teases, taking pride in seeing you choke and gag. It just turns him on more.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):
Best way to describe it is a feral man climbing on you and fucking you until your legs can't hold you up. You literally can't walk when he's done with you, and he fucking loves it.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):
He'd rather not, just because he likes taking his precious time with you. He likes watching you unwind, watching his thick cock bury into your hole, your wide watery eyes as you cry out and mewl for him.
"That's it little lamb...watch me split you open..." he says deeply, grinning wildly as you fall apart below.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):
Victor is chill enough to try anything once, as long as he's not the bottom or the one taking it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):
Forever. Victor's stamina is crazy high, he can go multiple times without stopping. Even when your body is worn and exhausted to the point of not being able to move, he could fuck you to sleep.
He lasts for a long time, though he can cum many times in one session and not soften.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):
He doesn't own any for himself. But he has things to use on you for when you want to get more adventurous. Things for BDSM or toys to pleasure you. But he has nothing for his own pleasure.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):
Victor will tease you until you are crying and begging. He loves to see you desperate, screaming and mewling below him while he whispers in your ear how he could make you cum right now, but he doesn't.
The damn man also gets you so so close...then stops, watching you fall apart and cry. "Shush, I will let you when I am ready...now, let's see how close we can get you..."
"More tears? Now, don't cry pretty thing...maybe if you ask nicely I will let you..."
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):
Victor is a dirty talker. He is a growler.
He is either snarling and grunting against you, or dirty talking you to your orgasm or so desperate you don't even know what to do. His words are so crude and filthy, you can't help but react. He just has a way with you and knows exactly what you like to hear.
That 'scream for me' that he whispers, UGH. He def whispers in a calm, low voice while he's toying with you.
And when he snarls in your ear, growling in pleasure that you are providing for him, ugh you could cum right then and there.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):
Victor 100% drinks warm milk, and he usually does after fucking you and you've fallen asleep. He doesn't want to hear your teasing.
Also goes without saying that he purrs.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes):
Victor is a BIG dude. So, obviously his dick is gonna be big. He's definitely a shower, but he grows a bit when erect.
Flaccid, his bulge is already large af, so it can look intimidating before you even get his pants off. His ego always flares up when he sees how you look at his crotch.
Erect he looks near impossible to put into you, but somehow he fits. He's anywhere between 7.5-9 inches. He is girthy too, which is really what you feel when he fucks you.
The first time you saw him erect you were so nervous, in which he found amusing. "Don't worry, sweet little lamb, I'll make it fit."
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):
He can literally fuck anytime. His drive is super high, especially when he hunts and kills. Those feelings go hand in hand, and since he hunts daily, his sex drive spikes up.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):
He knocks out pretty quick. A cigar and beer, then he is out. It's like warm milk.
Victor will clean up a little, just enough not to be gross and sticky. Then he sits back and demands asks you to grab him a beer. He downs it, then knocks out.
If you are wounded, aka clawed up, he will watch you while you sleep for a bit and then he will fall asleep. You usually bare new wounds, he honestly can't help it with those damn things, and he watches you limp to grab him a drink, though he will clean and tend to you as a silent apology.
His bed is very soft, it's adorned with furs, pelts, and a thin quilt as the comforter, so you tend to fall asleep fast after cleaning up. Your body needs to recover, and you are throbbing between your legs with soreness.
If you lay on him after, he will run his claws along your back lazily, making you shiver. Knowing those claws to maim and mutilate, but they only graze your skin. It's a strangely gentle gesture that you never reject.
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uhm so am i allowed to request again (i donât wanna spam) đđđ
and if i am can u pls do a rui x hopeless romantic best friend reader (iâm totally normal about best friends to lovers lmfao)
so like the reader is always yapping about hot guys and itâs a little angsty at first because rui is thinking to himself âwhy did i have to fall inlove with someone that wonât ever choose meâ and then one day a hot guy comes up to reader and asks her out, reader is about to say yes but then she realises that she barely knew him and there was someone (rui) who had been by her side since day one and she figures out who she really loves (RUIII) so she rejects him and when rui asks why she just hugs him and says âbecause your the one i really wantâ mwah mwah i feel like such a genius (i really hope this made sense lmao be prepared for a million bestie-> lovers and angst-> fluff rui requests đź)
thank youyoyoyoyoyuuu!!
hi guys! iâm so so incredibly sorry for how inactive i have been! unfortunately, the fanfic writer curse caught up to me, and iâve had considerably bad things happen to me! ToT
i had developed a really bad addiction after a recent episode - which may be why iâve loved to write my characters so miserable, but they get a happy ending in the end - and have recently relapsed after a couple months. iâve also been struggling with a lot of things, like being bullied again, pressure from theater, classes, autism, parental issues, memory of past trauma, having no friends, things like that. iâve just been having a really hard time, so writing has been super difficult for me. iâm currently having some of the worst mental health in my life, and am un-recovering from other things iâve had in the past too, after seeing the results of my recovery. sorry if this triggered anybody, i just needed to get this off my chest, and felt also that i should explain where i have been. you all supporting me has kept me going, and i hope you enjoy this one too! LETS END THE PITY PARTY!!!
in other - not so depressing news - here you guys go!! sorry for OOCness, obviously this is a more dramatic approach to a story! happy ending, j tried to write the inner narration differently for how you two were feeling at the time.. and ty once again for such a great idea, mama ^3^
âI donât think I could stand to be where you donât see me.â
If he has to sit here and listen to this one more time, he thinks heâll go insane.
Rui Kamishiro loves you. He truly does. Youâre his best friend, his partner in crime, his-
Never mind.
Rui loves you, but he absolutely HATES your taste in guys, and itâs driving him nuts. Nodding and agreeing can only get him so far before he wants to rip his own hair out, and tonight is no exception.
âI give up! All boys are dumb, I donât need them!â You lament, resting your chin in your hands. Itâs the same song and dance over and over. You swear off boys, you get attention, you get sucked in, and he has to pick up the pieces when it inevitably fails. How many times has he thought about how much better he would treat you now? He doesnât know. Heâd be a classical lover, heâd never speak to you the way those stupid unprincipled high school boys do.
Gross. Thatâs his best friend, whyâd he think that? And when did he start being so self confident? He really outta look at himself in the mirror. What an egomaniac heâs turning out to be.
He shakes his head.
âYou do know Iâm still a boy, right?â He prods, trying to cheer you up. He knows this situation well, and he knows exactly how to make you feel better. Again heâd pull you out of this, and again heâd watch you fall in love.
He wishes you could be happy. He wishes you werenât in love with being in love. Youâre too pure for true love, love is disgusting, depraved, and unkind. Youâre not anything like that.
âI know, I know, but youâre the only good one!â You point, words self-assured. âI donât need a boyfriend, you do everything boyfriendy for me anyway!â
Ouch. Thanks a lot, thatâs exactly what he needed to hear right now. Heâs not gonna dwell on that last bit for now, heâll wait until heâs home. Then he can- he doesnât know. Cry, or something juvenile like that.
âSo Iâm back-up-boyfriend?â He masks himself in jest, smiling teasingly at you.
âEh, maybe,â you snicker, âyouâd definitely be cute if you werenât my friend.â
He turns to his school work sharply, trying to mask his complete and utter despair. Ugh, why does he have to be so dramatic? His own personality makes his skin crawl with disgust and hatred, and that only makes him cringe more. He could think about how obnoxious he is all day. Maybe he should use that go home and cry pass early. He pretends to check the time, as if that isnât all heâs been doing.
âItâs getting late, after this problem I should get going.â He mutters, scribbling some random numbers into his notebook. You yawn in response, being broken out of absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.
âUgh, I wish you didnât have to go!â You drape an arm over his torso, trying to hold him in. He smiles fondly, wrestling to get you off of him.
âIâd have to walk home in the dark then, do you want that?â He knows youâd never let him, and he sees it immediately.
Your face looks knowing, and you let him go right away. It amuses him at first, but quickly fills him with overwhelming pity. Youâre so kindhearted it makes him sick. You shouldnât worry about someone like him, itâs bad for your health.
âWould you like me to walk home with you?!â You shoot up, the idea of him not being safe running through your head. Maybe he shouldâve kept his mouth shut. How emasculating! Heâs not a helpless young girl! Heâs just as manly as those boys who you long for, heâs not a puppy to be walked!
God, is jealously turning him into a bigot? He shakes his head once again, this time not just to clear his thoughts. Heâs absolutely not letting you walk him home, itâd be mortifying. He takes your attention belly up, you should have a break. Maybe some time to yourself for a change? God, Rui, get a grip.
âIâm fine, I donât want you out late by yourself either,â he assures, looking at you in haste.
âAh. You have a point.â
âI always do.â He means more to that, and he wishes he could tell you. He wants you to see that even he knows what heâs talking about. He needs you to see him, just for once. Not as a best friend, or backup boyfriend, just as a regular one. As a lover who dances in the rain, or ties your shoes
He needs to stop. He shouldnât think about you like that. Itâs lecherous.
You two exchange goodbyes, giving him a long hug (much to his horror). He hates how feverish it is it hold you like this, it makes him feel guilty. His body gets hot, his cheeks flare up, his throat feels tight- it makes him feel like a pervert, even if his thoughts are the farthest thing from lewd.
He feels that everything he thinks about you is repulsive, though.
âBe safeââs and âSee you laterââs are passed between you two, and he walks down your front steps, now completely alone. His eyes scan the damp pavement, seeing the golden hues from the sky light the boring rock. Thatâs how he feels about you, he decides. Youâre the sun, and heâs the pavement. He humors himself by thinking that your suitors are the clouds, stopping you from shining your light for him so he can grow weeds in the cracks of his soul. Thatâs what these feelings are. Weeds.
He wants to live life beautifully with you, he decides. He wants to tie your shoes, he wants to twirl you as you dance.
He wishes he could be the moon. Something of consequence- of importance, but heâs just the pavement. Not the earth, not the stars, not the clouds, or rain, heâs just a man made monster who destroys nature - you - and is walked over by people who do matter.
He should quit being this way, he grumbles, it doesnât do anybody any good to be so flowery. Heâs too girly- too weak. Maybe thatâs why you donât like him. If youâre willing to date anything that moves other than him, that must mean heâs on a completely new level, huh?
Thatâs what dreaming gets you, Rui. Crushed dreams and embarrassment.
He lets out a pitiful sigh, kicking a pebble with his shoe. He sees a worm in a lawn which reminds him of himself, he sees a couple shopping for a new game which reminds him of you, he sees a convenience store which reminds him that heâs hungry-
His life can be so mundane sometimes, what a drag.
Heâs about to reach his front door, when he steps into a puddle. It feels like an appropriate representation of his life right now. A sense of disgraceful hilarity washes over him, and he begins to laugh. He laughs a while, he laughs as he takes his shoes off, he laughs as he peels his button up down, and he laughs as he lays in his bed. How dramatic he could be some times!
He falls asleep quickly. He has a dream about being on stage and forgetting his lines.
He wakes up with a thud, he fell out of bed. How embarrassing. He decides to check his phone.
Weirdo: RUII
Weirdo: wanna hang w me 2day?? u donât have dance time right??
Weirdo: gonna kill you. WAKE UP
Me: Iâm awake, sorry!
Weirdo: finally sleeping beauty
Weirdo: wanna get a snack? iâm simply starvedâŚ
Me: When?
Weirdo: an hr maybeâŚ
Me: Okay :) Iâll tell you when I leave.
Weirdo: kay!!
He really doesnât feel like being social today, but heâd never pass up an opportunity to see you. Heâs an obscene degenerate when it comes to you, pouncing on your attention like a sick dog. Itâs mortifyingly pathetic.
He gets dressed, throwing on a boring striped sweater. Itâs getting colder outside recently, and heâs always ran cold anyway. His hands are shaky and nervous as he brushes his teeth, the anxiousness to see you making his body jittery. He considers breakfast, but quickly shuts the idea down. He doesnât want to be stressed out - at least more than he already is - when he sees you. Twitchy hands lock his door, and he gets a few feet away before he double checks that he did, in fact, lock it. Pull yourself together, Rui! He screams at himself.
The walk is just as unexciting as he expected, albeit a bit chilly. Heâs feeling thankful for the sweater. The breeze runs its hands through his hair, and heâs reminded that winter is coming. He always liked Autumn flowers the best, hibiscus flowers are pretty too, he supposes. Itâs nice to have the warmth of the sun soothing his cold hands during summer, for sure.
He trips over a rock on the way, and his pants get wet on the knees. Khaki blends into an ugly brown, and he sighs. How unlucky, would anything go right for him today?
Turns out it will, you look really good today.
You great him at the door, practically buzzing with eagerness. It makes him smile, knowing that you do, in fact, want to see him. Or at least are acting like it. Youâre a good friend to him, heâs lucky to have you.
âRui!â You hug him as a greeting, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. His heart soothes, eyes closing in relaxation. Problems feel obscure and distant when you two are like this, despite his reluctance last night. He can forget about corrupt feelings - or misguided love- and he can just be your best friend. Despite his apprehension to be cared for, he is flattered that you, at least, seem to like him.
âHey.â He breaths you in, his voice soft. He hopes you donât notice, itâs embarrassing.
âHey!â You reply, pulling away. âBig things planned, Rui!â
âWhat big things?â He asks, amused. âBig thingsâ for you were junk food and shopping.
âBig things! Itâs a surprise!â You put your shoes on, and he canât help but feel jealous as he watches your hands tie them dutifully. He sighs, stretching. He decides to make it a challenge to act normal the whole day. No weird thoughts are going to beguile his mind, he promises himself.
You lock your front door, twisting the knob to make sure that it did, in fact, lock. This fills him with a child-like sense of delight, maybe you two really were similar.
Nah, not possible. Youâre too pure - too perfect. Ugh, Rui, no more stupid thoughts.
He watches you check the time, make a face at a nearby bird, and cover your cheeks with your hands. You suddenly perk up, wrapping your arms around him.
âWarm me up, will ya?â You scowl at the cool air, grip tightening. He gulps. Itâs weird he reacts like this, considering you two have done things like this all the time. Itâs normal, so why does he have to be such a creep? His arms wrap around yours, running his hands up and down to create heat.
âShouldâve worn a jacket,â he chides, âwouldnât be cold, yâknow?â His voice is so casual, like everything is totally fine. It is fine. Fine, fine, fine.
âGotta look good. Iâm on the hunt, obviously,â you joke. It isnât funny to him, but he lets out a laugh.
âYouâre hopeless.â
You two stop at a convenience store first, and you all but sprint to the drinks. He had this ritual down to a science. You grab two different color slushies, and he grabs whatever odd snack catches your collective stomachs eye today. Today the two of you decide to split a cookie, and walk to the counter. The cashier gives you a smirk, and he averts his eyes.
âThis it?â The boy cocks his head, and you get the memo. You immediately jump on the opportunity.
âMhm!â You wink, resting your chin in your hands while leaning against the counter. In all honestly, he wasnât even that cute. At least, thatâs what Rui kept telling himself.
âDonât worry about it, than. I got you guys,â he waves you off. Score! You think, but he adds. âIf I can get your number.â Rui feels like falling into the floor, how awkward! You just scribble it onto a stray receipt, winking.
âThank you! Youâre the sweetest!!â You singsong, skipping along with Rui following suite. You immediately burst into laughter, throwing a fake punch at Rui. âWhat a weirdo! Like Iâd call him over what, 1000 yen?! I donât even know him, yuck!â
So you did have some sense, he feels like letting out a sigh of relief. You hold your hands out.
âWhich one do you want? I got your favorite!!â You look so proud, and he wants to laugh. His âfavoriteâ isnât actually his favorite, but heâd never tell you that.
The lie started one day in middle school, when the two of you suddenly had a weird craving for slushies. When you picked them out, you had gotten a red one and a blue one, and asked him what he wanted. While he really didnât like red, he knew you liked blue, so he said red. Now for the past four years, youâve always ended up getting him a red one, thinking it was his favorite. Heâll deal with it for you. Seeing your blue tongue stick out with brain freeze is better than any sugary drink anyway.
âRed, duh.â He scoffs playfully, taking a sip of it. The taste doesnât really bother him all that much anymore. It reminds him of you.
You always let him divide the snacks, thinking he gives himself the bigger half. He never does, but he eats slower so you think he did. You skip along, enjoying it.
âYâknow, this isnât bad. Wish they had the brownie, though. That never does us wrong.â God, donât make him think of the âcrack browniesâ - as you two call them. Those are great, and he likes them, so you never miss an opportunity to shove them down his throat.
âDonât complain. Remember the egg roll incident?â He points, laughing at the memory. You two steer clear of that section now, having gotten sick.
âUgh, I havenât thought about that in a while! Iâm never eating an egg roll again after that day! Ugh,â you gag.
Moments of silly memories like this make him feel like heâs known you forever. He canât even remember a moment where he hasnât loved you.
âWhereâre we going now, commander?â He salutes, following the trail of sunshine you left behind.
âWhere ever the wind blows us, kind sir!â You salute back, pushing him along. Your constant checks of your phone donât go unnoticed by him, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes.
âWhoâre you texting? Donât tell me itâs that guy.â He tries to sound casual, knocking his shoulder against yours playfully.
ââM not a total idiot, Iâll have you know!â You huff, holding your phone to your chest. âItâs just somebody we went to school with a while back, âm seeing if I can pull the moves.â
âDo I know him?â
âDunno, never saw you two talking, so maybe not. He was in my english class, remember, the only class we didnât have together?â
âAh.â
You two walk in silence, except for when he yanks you back from the collar so you donât walk into oncoming traffic, which amuses you greatly. You two soon arrive at the small mall, and he tails you as you run with excitement. You two browse everything, constantly pointing out cute plushies, or interesting keychains.
âRui, look! Look!â You shake him, pointing to the back of somebodyâs head inconspicuously. âWait donât yet- Okay, now! Heâs turning around! Thatâs the guy! What a coincidence we see him here, right? Do you recognize him?â
Ha. Yeah, he knows this guy. He definitely knows him. Heâs the one who would trip him during passing periods, heâs the one who left flowers on his desk. They make eye contact, and itâs like all of his growth left his body. Heâs just the same freak from middle school, heâs still thirteen.
He shudders at the guys smirk, sensing that he definitely knows that Rui knows him. He jogs over to the two of you, and Rui already knows whatâs about to happen, due to the lopsided smile on your face.
Damnit, this is the first time he doesnât think he can act like itâs okay.
âOh wow, what a coincidence! Must be fate we run into each other like this, eheâŚâ You giggle awkwardly, a dumb expression gracing your face. Itâs painful seeing you that way for anybody other than him, and he looks away awkwardly.
âMust be.â He answers, swaggering closer towards you. Rui thanks whatever God above because - despite his current situation - at least this asshole didnât go to highschool with you guys.
He looks down at his shoes, and tries to shuffle away, knowing this jackass is about to say something. Heâs quickly stopped.
âWhoâs this, huh? Feel like a recognize him from somewhereâŚâ He trails off, smirking through his nose as he turns his attention to him. âHave we met before?â
âThis is Kamishiro Rui, heâs my friend! He went to middle school with us, remember?â You happily answer for him.
Ha, friend? What happened to back-up boyfriend? Heâs a little hurt, to be honest.
He feels bitter, itâs unbecoming- God, he doesnât care. He should feel bad for getting so angry over it, itâs not like you belong to him. Heâs such a freak, getting attached to you like this.
He starts to pick at his fingers, then he plays with a loose string on his sweater. You two continue to chat like nothings wrong, and he keeps thinking. Itâs something heâs gotten good at recently.
He stops feeling bad about himself for a second- a split second where he resents you, and wishes his pain upon you. Wants you to know what itâs like to be so disgustingly, guiltily, revoltingly obsessed with someone. In this split second, he canât even find it in himself to feel guilty about it, which is unlike him. He wishes you felt love like this, that you were as psychotic about it.
But this doesnât last long, because he remembers that he loves you more than anything. Heâs lucky to be your friend. Youâre a great friend, youâre an amazing person, youâre the sun, the sun, the sun.
Heâs the pavement, he has to remember.
âIâm- Iâll leave you to it, yâknow? Fabric store.â He stutters, choking on his voice. You donât even notice, waving him off.
You do, however, remember to press his shoulder, uttering an absentminded âOkay, Rui, bye,â and he remembers again how perfect you are for doing it subconsciously. He lets himself feel the touch, long after heâs walked away. He deserves it after the trouble heâs reliving.
When he makes it to the fabric store - which he really didnât need anything from, Nene had gotten some the other day - he canât help himself from wishing he could just go home. Malls were always overwhelming already, and now his saving grace has the attention of another man. He walks through aisles, but realizes that he now has to buy something.
âLeast he knows that social cue, he laughs bitterly, running his hands across his face in frustration. Heâs so ridiculous.
Meanwhile, you were chatting up a storm. It was your first time talking in person since middle school, after all! You feel giddy for a while, but it cuts abruptly. You feel a strange sense of urgency, somethingâs missing.
Oh, your best friend.
But where had he gone? Youâre sure he was just here. You smile apologetically at the cute boy, putting on your best performance.
âOh, I better go get my friend now. I donât like walking home when itâs late. Was nice seeinâ you, letâs hang out soon, âkay?â You singsong, stepping closer. You want to give yourself a pat on the back, youâre so cute.
He rolls his eyes, and youâre hit with a wave of uneasiness. That noise he made sounds strangely dismissive, heâs not the kind of guy to be a jerk though, you must be hearing things-
âLeave âim. Between you and me, he was a total freak in middle school. Probably is now, too. Probably likes you or somethinâ, total nutcase.â His voice sounds so casual, like itâs not the douchiest thing youâve heard all day.
You let other men walk all over you, sure. You let them cheat on you, lie, whatever. But youâre not about to stand here and insult Rui. Heâs the only untouched thing in your life - the only person who isnât cruel. Heâs so gangly and awkward, but in the best way. You could live a million times and not be able to deserve him, at least you think so. Heâs so unusual, and thatâs what you love most about him. Little things like not liking loud lights, or liking the red slushies the best, make your heart buzzy with familiarity. Heâs the one constant in your life.
Youâve been awfully worried about him recently, though. His particularly (as you like to call it) has gone to the an extreme, and itâs been a battle getting him to eat real food. Youâre not blind, you see the way heâs been spacing out, or tapping a little too much. You just thought heâd been overwhelmed. He worries you to death sometimes, but despite all of his own struggles, he always seems to not care about it, deciding to always be there for you instead. Ah, heâs just such an amazing guy - no, not guy, heâs not anything like those other boys you talk to. Heâd never insult someone like that. Heâs not just a guy, heâs like your person.
Yeah, heâs definitely your person.
Your heart sputters at the thought, and you feel something youâve never really felt before - save for hugs between the two of you that lasted just a second too long, or words a little too romantic. The feeling makes your mind fuzzy, and your heart hurt terribly with something you could only place as homesickness.
Oh.
âI,â you begin, backing away. âYeah, Iâm sorry but Iâll really be going now-â
âWhat? Câmon I was just messing with you, even though having guy friendâs kinda weird.â He rolls his eyes.
âYeah whatever, Iâll call you back,â you say dismissively.
Youâre totally lying, you laugh, youâre not calling him back.
He didnât seem to like that.
âDamn, canât even joke around with you people. Whatever, weirdo, sorry I insulted your little boyfriend.â The change in tone amuses you.
Yeah, good riddance, pal.
You turn away, walking through the mall with pace. It takes a while, but you spot him watching a pet stores aquarium.
Heâs a funny one.
You wave your hands, trying to get his attention. He swallows, knowing that itâs probably to ask him if itâs cool to walk home by himself. Emotions are stupid, and ironically, you both think that at the same time.
âRui! Rui! Hey câmon, letâs go home, yeah?â You smile, face feeling warm. Itâs a different feeling from when you usually talk to him. He looks at you, a little shocked. He had assumed you were smiling wide because you set up a date, so he turns his head.
âWhere is he, huh?â He looks away, back to the fish tank. You shift in place, was he mad at you? Youâre a little irritated at the mention of the guy, though, and huff.
âDonât worry about that. Seems like I only attract douchebags, so I decided to go.â You explain, poking his shoulder. âHey,â you start, âletâs just walk home, I wanna talk to you about something.â The idea makes you feel dizzy, but youâll have to illustrate your feelings one day.
You can leave out the âI think Iâm in love with youâ part, you think.
The two of you walk in an excruciating silence, staring down at the reflection of the setting sun in the puddles. His heart tightens, remembering his earlier comparison. Even now, youâre so perfect. Even if heâs frustrated with you - despite you turning down the guy in the end (he doesnât know why, he wanted to ask) - even if heâs ready to scream, and cry, and ask you what it is he did for you to be so turned off by him, he still thinks youâre the most heavenly, divine person to ever grace his view. He wants to be where you see him, he wants to be in your orbit.
âYouâre like the sun-â He blurts out, immediately regretting it. He didnât mean to say that, God, heâs so fucking stupid. He sees you stop walking, smiling that same stupid, dopey, lopsided smile that heâs always so jealous of-
Oh. Itâs for him.
He chokes, stopping to meet you eye-to-eye. You look up at him too, laughing giddily.
âWhat does that mean?â
He sputters, stepping away. âN-no itâs nothing- It was stupid anyway so-â
âNo, tell me!â You urge, laughing a little harder. âWhat if it was something bad, ând you were making fun of me? Thatâs not nice, Rui!â
âI- Hey-â His voice goes a touch higher, a defensive tone rising. âThatâs not-â
âThen tell me.â
âItâs just,â he breaths, trying to word it in the least creepy way possible. How does convey the fact that he sees you as a divine presence, that he sees himself as a worthless creature compared to you, without sounding like heâs hopelessly possessed by love for you? âI just- youâre so amazing,â he starts, âI thought of this stupid thing the other day when I was walking home - you know how I am - and well, I just thought of you when the sun reflected off the pavement - since it rained, yâknow? - and well, it just- Sorry, it was dumb-â He rambles, covering his face in anguish.
Nobodyâs ever put that much thought into you. Sure, youâve received a few âYouâre so gorgeousââs, where youâve had to wonder where they learnt such a âbig wordâ, but never something as poetic as that. The usual Rui-ratic explanation endeared you to him even more. You look at him, the smile never leaving. Heâs just⌠so Rui. His stupid striped sweater, his half up hair - that youâd begged him to grow out - his eyes, whatever. Everything about him you treasure, and little do you know he cherished you even that more intensely.
âI think youâre the moon, Rui. Or maybe the earth, since I take care of you, hah!â You snicker, stepping closer to him. He takes a step back in return, and you grab his hands to make him stay put. His heart throbs, and he almost goes crashing down.
âI.. I donât-â
You yank his hands, making him look back up at you. âHey, Rui, I,â you look at him assuringly, âI wanna say something, and you canât laugh okay?â
He holds his breath, so do you.
Fuck it, just tell him.
âI think Iâm in love with you, Rui.â You gaze at him, the words shooting out faster than you can second guess them.
âI donât-â He breaks away, his fists balling up. You messed up, you think, you really, really messed up. âIâm not- Iâm not going to- You canât just say that because you got rejected. I- It wouldnât be nice to- You donât love me-â
âRui,â you beg, grabbing his arm again, âholding hands on the way to school, cuddling while doing homework, knowing everything about eachother, these arenât-â You breath, âIâve wanted somebody to love me for so long, Rui, and I was so blind to the fact that I was loved. But the love that I felt for you, - that I feel for you - Rui, isnât the kind where I can be- where I can just be so- so normal about those things!â You monologue, saying whateverâs on your mind. Youâre the rambling one now.
âI found myself comparing you to these piece-of-garbage dudeâs Iâm always with, wishing I could just date somebody like you instead! But now I realize that it is you-â
His heart falls into his gut, and he breaks free from you again. His hands move to his face, covering his eyes. His voice is broken and cracky as he begins to cry. âThat was- you-â He pulls you into a desperate embrace, arms holding you like youâll disappear. âYou shouldnât, youâre wrong.â He sobs, âIâm- the way I love you is- You donât understand, the way I feel isnât normal I- My love is disgusting, and horrible, and depraved-â He shakes, you rub his back. âYou are so perfect compared to me, Iâd never be able to- I love you so much, more than friends are supposed to, more than anyoneâs supposed to at our age-â
âRui, hey Rui please donât cry.â You beg, smoothing out the ridges in his sweater. âI donât- I donât agree with that, and I can scream that at you, but Iâm sure you wonât believe me. Youâre not disgusting for feeling emotions different, Rui thatâs what I love about you.â
âStop- stop saying my name like that. Itâs too hard to-â
âRui, I love you. You donât need to accept it, but I love you. More than being in love, more than being loved-â
âI love you, too,â his voice cracks, âthatâs why Iâm so scared. I donât want to ruin a friendship thatâs all I have, if this is just- Iâm scared Iâd lose you in any way, and I canât live in a world where you donât see me. I wonât. Itâs sounds horrible but-â He stops as you pull away from the hug, and wipes his face hastily. You put your pinky out, and his stomach drops again.
âCâmon, just like when we were kids. Pinky promise that no matter what, weâll always see each other. That way you donât need to worry anymore, yâknow? I never break my kissy pinky promises, ever.â
Just like when you two were little.
He locks his with yours, just like you taught him all those years ago. He remembers your shared handshake for theater, he remembers your shared handshake for testing, and he remembers the song you two had to duet for choir - when you have forced him into it for a year. He holds everything of you so dear to his heart, you endear everything about him to you as well.
âPromise?â
âPromise.â
âI see you.â
âI see you, too.â
You two kiss your hands, then bring them down, still interlinked. You stare at him, and he stares back at you. In a moment of profound sincerity, you lean forward, and kiss him. Itâs slow and gentle, and you unlock your hands half way through to hold his face, which he mirrors. His heart settles for the first time. You see him. Heâs your moon, your earth, youâre his sun, his stars.
Heâs suddenly alarmed by a quick pushing off of him, gasping out a âRui!â
âI-â he pants, wiping his mouth. âHm?â
âweâre in the middle of a park!â
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hiiii :3 can i request blue lock bachira x f!reader hcs where his s/o is really sweet and all lovey-dovey towards him or maybe just bachira boyfriend headcanons in general? heâs so cute iâd conquer the world if he askedâŚâ ( ËśË ÂłË(ââ Ű ââ)!⥠love your account btw~ thank you and have a good day/night!!
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đŹ: hi!! tysm for requesting, i love bachira so much :3 i hope you have a nice week anon (â  â ââ âżâ ââ  â )â ⥠you are so real I'd conquer the world if bachira asked me to, too
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meguru bachira boyfriend hcs
no shame at all. he WILL be all over you even in public, giving you cheek kisses and hugs especially
he always does it with a big goofy grin on his face too
if you return his energy, his grin would somehow be bigger?? he's the human embodiment of ":D"
LOVES LOVES rambling to you, or telling you random stuff in general
probably spams your texts a lot
he's the type to try loads of random filters while on video call
u could be telling a story and he'd be having a tiger filter on (he also makes random facial expressions to test how much the filter can go)
VERY VERY TOUCHY, if u dont want him giving u kisses in public, he can stick to holding your hand and literally glueing himself to you, when you guys sit beside each other, he makes sure your thighs or legs are touching
mans is the type to wait for you outside the bathroom
HE FOLLOWS U EVERYWHERE
loves giving you his sweaters, and vice versa!!
sometimes he steals your hoodies
HE WALKS AROUND SO CASUALLY WITH IT TOO
he'd be all "I don't know, love! i hope you find them soon, though :D" when you ask him where your hoodies are
his friends, esp isagi, knows absolutely everything about you
he rambles about you a lot đđ
"did you know (name) is really pretty? and!-" cue him infodumping for at least 45 minutes, take a huge deep breath and proceed his infodump once again
he's vv supportive in whatever u do
if u like soccer like him, he always teaches u how to do tricks and stuff
he gets so excited whenever he plays with u too
mans is having the time of his life
wants to own a small apartment with you and your future 50 cats (half of them are named meguru jr...)
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