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koqabear · 1 year ago

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Wish Me Luck?

♫: Wake Up In The Sky, Bruno Mars

“In which working with these two makes your life impossible— because they’re annoying, and won’t leave you alone— you try your best to ignore them but sometimes, it’s too tempting.”

hueningkai x fem!reader x taehyun

Genre: pwp, rockstar au, makeup artist!reader, smut

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: genuinely like.. none, i think.

Smut Warnings: dom!tae, dom!huening, sub!mc, threesome, unprotected sex, they’re both pervs sorry, use of mirrors(?), pet names (pretty, doll, cutie, etc.) dry humping, slight marking, handjob, fingering, hair pulling, spanking, praise, masturbation, slight exhibitionism?, multiple orgasms, creampie(s), lmk if i should add anything!

Notes: part of a rockstar!txt mini series. lowkey gave up on formatting so if shows don’t tell me. anyways! happy birthday to my bf huening 😁 again this was like… barely edited so it’s a little uhh… idk. enjoy, hopefully..

There are many perks that come with the rockstar lifestyle— money, clothes, fame, women.

Taehyun tries to take advantage of it all— and he has, though he finds that the last perk is reserved for someone more… special.

Taehyun is currently in his favorite place to be before a concert— the makeup station, of course. This could mean many things for him; a chance for him to rest, a relaxing time to get his hair and makeup done, able to get perfectly dolled up just for him to ruin it all during his shows.

But that’s not the reasoning at all— rather, his reasoning lies with the pretty makeup artist who, unfortunately, is not tending to him today.

It takes a bit of enjoyment out of the experience— however, he will say that he’s not complaining about the view he’s getting now, watching the way you tend to Kai and touch his face as though he’s made of glass with a fond smile; before he can control himself, his eyes fall to the cute skirt you’re wearing today, a tug of guilt hitting his stomach at the way he feels slightly disappointed upon the realization that they have built-in safety shorts— what can he say? It was always a total accident when he looked over to you bent over, pretty ass on display as you worked diligently on the member assigned.

Hueningkai, Taehyun notices, definitely isn’t faring well with your proximity to him. Unlike Taehyun, who’s always dying to get his hands on you and keep you to himself, Hueningkai has always preferred to watch from a distance— so to have you here, taking over his senses with the alluring perfume you use and feeling your delicate fingers brush against his skin as you do his makeup— well, safe to say Hueningkai is practically meditating to not pop a boner then and there.

“___, have you been busy? I barely see you around anymore,” Taehyun asks, peeking up from his phone and over to the next chair where you continue to meddle with Hueningkai, standing back to observe your work before you’re jumping at the sound of your name.

“Well, I’ve been assigned to the rookie group the company debuted, you know,” you sigh out, having had this conversation more times than you can remember as you reach to brush away a stray hair from Hueningkai’s forehead; you watch as his eyes flutter shut and his brows twitch, and you wonder if you may have irritated him as you press your lips together.

“That’s unfair…” Taehyun pouts softly, pretending as though his phone is much more interesting as he continues to sneak glances at you, eyes darkening at how cute you look while concentrating, not paying attention to Taehyun’s words as you begin applying lip tint to Hueningkai, “They’re taking my makeup artist away from me, I don’t like this one bit.”

“I’m not your makeup artist,” you fuss, sighing in exasperation as you take a step back from Hueningkai; you tell him to open his eyes as you take in the final result, smiling softly in satisfaction as you observe your work on him— looking at Taehyun, you cross your arms, frowning at the way you catch him staring at you already, “I’m the company’s makeup artist. Who I get assigned to work on is entirely up to them, so I don’t get why you’re acting like this right now.”

“Is it wrong to want a pretty girl to do my makeup?” He asks, and your face twists as you watch his current makeup artist throw an incredulous glance your way— just as you’re about to turn and leave, you’re surprised to find Hueningkai grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him.

“My hair,” he mumbles quietly, so soft you almost missed it— you lean down to try and hear him better, unaware of the way his eyes dart down to your low neckline and your lips that pout in concentration, “Can you fix it? It’s… different now.”

As far as you’re concerned, he looks completely fine; you’re quick to tell him that as well, only to see as he insists that it was different before you worked on his makeup.

“Well if you want, I can go get your hairdresser—“ you begin, only to stop short at the feeling of Hueningkai’s grip tightening slightly.

“But you can do it, no?”

God, these two were impossible.

Their behavior was nothing new to you, and you oftentimes found yourself the victim of teasing as your coworkers poked fun at the way the two seemed to be attached to you like lost puppies— you always tried to refute such claims, but the way they constantly wanted you around them really didn’t help.

“You can do it, ___,” Taehyun says, and you feel a bit bad for his makeup artist as he moves to look at you, “Gives us an excuse to keep you here a bit longer.”

Out of the two, Taehyun is much more blunt— but that doesn’t mean you’re used to it, feeling your face grow hot at his words as you attempt once more to run away— it’s all in vain of course, because Hueningkai is tugging you back and giving you a look that almost makes your knees buckle.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this.

“Please.”

Nothing about that is a request. He looks up at you with lidded, dazed eyes, and you find yourself complying hesitantly the longer he looks at you like he’ll devour you any second. You don’t even know what he wants his hair to look like— so you go with his usual ruffled look, his long dark hair soft under your fingers as you stand in front of him and run through the locks with mousse.

You try to keep a straight face the whole time; even when Taehyun continues to make baiting comments at you, complimenting you with a deep purr as he tries to get your attention back on him— even as you feel the way Hueningkai can’t take his eyes off you, much bolder than usual as you bite your lip and hover over him, quick hands desperate to finish his styling.

Your hands freeze in his hair as you feel something warm on the back of your thigh.

That something warm serves as Hueningkai’s hand, resting on your skin as he simply continues to look up at you innocently, chewing his gum and tilting his head as though to ask what’s wrong?

You try to contain the shiver that runs through you as his thumb begins to softly caress your skin, venturing under the cloth of your safety shorts for a moment before he’s moving it back down.

“Something wrong?” Taehyun drawls out, and a glance at him shows that his makeup artist has left— it’s just you three, and your brows knit together as you take in the way his makeup isn’t done yet, “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

You’re shaken out of your reverie at his words; putting the finishing touches, you step away from Hueningkai, feeling the way his hand is reluctant to leave your skin, his arm falling limply at his side as he stares at you with hungry curiosity.

“I think I’m done here,” you breathe out, attempting to hide your shaky hands as you place them behind your back, “Make sure you’re changed and ready in time for the show.”

Bowing politely, you make your way to the exit— only to be stopped the moment you pass Taehyun, an exasperated sound leaving you involuntarily as he takes your hand and tugs you back to him.

“Are you done?” he asks, sparkly eyes not enough to conceal his mischief as he tilts his head to the side, “There’s nothing missing here?”

Of course something is missing. Taehyun doesn’t have his lip tint on, but you refuse to point it out as you hum softly, pretending to be in thought for a second before you finally shake your head no.

“No?” he pouts— he’s then puckering his lips, nodding his head toward you and sending you a kiss as he smiles coyly, “Are you sure?”

“You seem to be missing…” you grit out, watching as he raises his brows expectantly, as though encouraging you to finish your train of thought, “Your lip…tint.”

“Oh. You think so?” he asks, looking back at the mirror and swiping a finger across his lips before he hums, “Could you do it for me, please? I’ve always loved how you left my lips all pretty.”

You’re inhaling slowly to not turn on your heels and run away— not because you don’t want to do your job, but because you’re anxious about what might happen if you’re left alone in a room with these two for a moment longer; all you know is that if the way they look at you serves as any indicator, then they’re definitely up to no good.

“My lips always look like candy with the combo you use,” he continues, watching as you go to the vanity to search for the products you usually use for him— after a moment, you’re turning to him, products in one hand a small lip brush in the other— your eyes meet his, and you’re slightly startled with the way he suddenly leans forward, eerily close to you as his eyes flicker down to the way your lips part in a silent gasp, “Don’t you think so?”

“I’ve never thought of it like that,” you mutter swiftly, immediately getting to work in hopes that Taehyun can just shut up for once— he does, but you’re still left at the mercy of his intense stare, trying to pretend as though his proximity isn’t enough to make you feel nervous.

“You look really pretty today ___,” It’s Hueningkai’s turn to torment you— if you weren’t so focused on Taehyun, you would’ve scoffed, opting instead to let out a noncommittal hum instead.

“Are you doing anything after the show?”

He says that as you’re finally stepping away from Taehyun; silently, you’re happy for the timing of his words, because you know that you would’ve messed up Taehyun’s makeup from your surprise— which would’ve meant you staying longer to fix it.

“No,” you say, refusing to elaborate even if their curious stares silently plead you to— turning around, you continue to ignore them as you put your stuff away, pretending as though you weren’t rushing in hopes to leave quicker.

“Taehyun and I are going out for drinks after to celebrate the end of the tour,” He says quietly, and you make the mistake of looking up at him through the mirror— he’s looking at you of course, though the way his dark makeup only makes his eyes look more intense doesn’t help you at all— softly, he smiles.

“You should come with. Our treat.”

“Oh, I— I don’t know, I don’t wanna be a bother,” you stutter out, your nonchalant demeanor beginning to slip the moment you see them stand up behind you, shaky hands rushing to zip your makeup case shut, “I should really get going now, you two still need to change—“

“Yeah, but what’s the rush?” You’re fucking trapped— they stand on either side of you, looming dangerously and looking at you as though you’re nothing but a treat for them to devour— you can feel their breaths fanning on each side of your neck as you attempt to close yourself off pathetically, trying to take a step back before you feel two hands on you— one on the small of your back, the other on your hip as they both push you back against the vanity; the startled yelp you let out is embarrassing, your hands flying down to support yourself from how firmly they push you forward.

“We have well over an hour to finish getting ready,” Taehyun breathes out, lips brushing against your jaw as he lets out a soft sigh, “And that’s a lot of time, isn’t it?”

Hueningkai hums in agreement; his hand is the one on your hip as it rubs soothing circles, leaning down to where you hang your head and sending you a misleading smile.

“We should do something to pass the time.”

God, were they always this close? They’re filling your senses and making you dizzy, your hands beginning to ache from how hard you’re gripping the edge of the vanity as you simply gulp in response. Their lips are soft and fucking sticky from the gloss you just put on them, leaving kiss marks along your skin as they kiss you softly, mumbling compliments and praise that you can barely get through your head from how dizzy you feel.

“Do you know that we try to request you for every show?” Taehyun asks, watching the way your eyes flutter shut as Hueningkai begins to trail kisses down your neck, open-mouthed and sultry as he nips at your skin teasingly, “Some bullshit about you knowing our complexion best— don’t get us wrong, you do, but…”

“You’re like a lucky charm,” Hueningkai finishes for him, pulling away and bringing a hand up to grab at your chin, tilting you to look at him as he stares at you with lidded eyes, “The show won’t go well if our pretty makeup artist isn’t here with us.”

You whimper— and shit, it’s humiliating, your cheeks growing hot immediately after as you wish nothing more than to dig a hole for yourself then and there— but oh, their words are so hypnotizing to you, speaking about you like you’re something they can’t live without, touching you like they’re starved and desperate to get a taste.

And judging by the way they look at you, they definitely are.

“Sometimes… we wonder if it’s enough, just getting a look at you before we go on stage,” Hueningkai says, and it’s Taehyun’s turn to nod along and leave teasing touches, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt as he noses at your throat, taking in your scent with a satisfied sigh.

“I think it’d be nice if you wished us luck tonight,” Hueningkai says, tilting his head as he gives you a puppy-eyed look, “Don’t you wanna?”

Fuck. You can’t think straight, not when they’re taking up your space, unable to keep their hands and lips off you as they wait not-so-innocently for your response. Shutting your eyes, you try to move past the warm and welcoming feeling of their hands to think.

“This is dangerous,” you finally spit out, biting your lip at the way they immediately back off, “You could get in trouble— I could lose my job.”

“Oh please,” Taehyun scoffs, sitting back against the vanity as he crosses his arms, “The company doesn’t care about what we do in our private life— you’ve seen the way the others can get with their little groupies, right?”

You mull over his words for a second; it’s no secret that this band is very active and reckless, though you suppose the company has taken advantage of that and began to use it as their image halfway through their career— at least, that must be the case if they’re able to advance on you so boldly, the rest of your coworkers unfazed by the whole situation.

“But— my job—?”

“You think none of these other people that work here haven’t fooled around with their groups?” Taehyun asks, the incredulous smile on his face quickly turning to a pout as he coos at the innocent, wide-eyed look you give him, “They know how to keep a secret, pretty— so do we.”

This is ridiculous— even more so because you find yourself considering it, quickly shaking your head upon the sobering realization— though, the two are keen to notice the way you have yet to try and scurry away from them like always.

“Don’t you feel tired of being so uptight all the time?” Huening asks, your head snapping up to watch as he places his hands on your shoulders, hovering behind you as he massages them gently, “We could help you relax. Have some fun, even.”

The two try to keep it cool the moment you lean into Hueningkai’s touch— though, you can still pick up on the way Taehyun’s eyes widen and Hueningkai’s hands freeze for just a second, your eyes threatening to shut from the way you remain too shy to gauge their reactions.

“Won’t someone come in?”

In response, they laugh— poor thing, they think, glancing back at the door that got locked long ago, if they were finally going to get their hands on you, the last thing they would do is allow someone else to see.

“No one will come in right now— we’re supposed to be changing, aren’t we?” Hueningkai says, smiling against your skin as he continues, “It’d be an invasion of privacy to try and come in now.”

They grin at the way you remain silent, clearly lost in thought by their words.

“Want us to treat you good?” Taehyun asks, placing a hand on your waist before he’s leaning in, his lips brushing against yours as he lets out a shaky breath, “Thank you for your hard work?”

Finally you break.

“Please.”

Taehyun is a messy kisser— though, you don’t find yourself to be too surprised, always more eager out of the two to get his hands on you as he begins to kiss you with abandon— his hand cupping your jaw to keep you close, tongue prodding your mouth open and sharp teeth sinking into your plush lips teasingly; behind you, Hueningkai has moved his hands to your hips, pulling you back and forcing your back to arch as you feel him begin to rut his cock into you slowly, dark eyes taking in the way you only whine and moan under their touch.

“Fuck, let me use those pretty hands, baby,” Taehyun sighs against your lips, guiding you down to his hard bulge and smiling against your lips the moment you begin to palm him; you’re slow and unsure with your movements, but that only makes Taehyun needier as he begins to rut his length against your palm, eager to get stimulation as he places his hand on top of yours to guide you to hold him through his sweats.

“Is playing hard to get fun for you?” Hueningkai asks, his voice low and rough as he plays with the hem of your shorts, pulling at the waistband before letting it go and allowing it to snap against your skin, “I can feel you soaking through your shorts— so fucking needy, why have you been avoiding us so long?”

You don’t have half the brain to answer that question; not when Taehyun has slipped your hand under his sweats and Hueningkai currently pulls down your skirt, leaving you exposed as you hold Taehyun’s cock and allow him to fuck into your first with shaky breaths against your lips.

Trying to avoid them was such a stupid decision— because if it meant you could have these two boys like this sooner, drunk off your touch and desperate to take even more from you, you would’ve given in to their cheeky comments and shameless flirting long ago.

Hueningkai’s fingers are slender and long as they glide up and down your slit; pressing against your panties, taking in the way you’ve soaked through them with a deep satisfaction as he lets out a breathy laugh. His middle and ring finger press at your entrance, listening to the way you whine and almost letting out a groan at the way you wiggle your hips and press them back in hopes of feeling him inside you.

“Waited so long for this,” Hueningkai breathes out, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulling them down sloowwly, watching as you whine impatiently before you’re stepping out of your garments— You pull away from Taehyun, staring down at the way he bucks into your fist and missing the way he bites his lip to suppress a laugh at the sight of Hueningkai pocketing your soaked panties.

“Wanted to fuck you the moment you got assigned to us— our pretty makeup artist,” Hueningkai sighs, placing a kiss in between your shoulder blades before he’s fucking his fingers into you, jaw clenching at the way you suck in his fingers and tighten around him pathetically, the wet sounds that come from his shallow thrusts enough to have your head hanging with pleasure.

“Do you…” you sigh, letting out a soft whine as Taehyun takes a handful of your hair and forces your head back up, clearing your throat in a weak attempt to continue as the said man now begins to kiss and suck softly at your neck, careful to not leave any marks, “Do this to… fuck, every crew member you think is attractive? Mess with them shamelessly and try to corner them so you can finally fuck them? …Hmm?”

Hueningkai’s index finger is tracing your entrance teasingly— he laughs softly at your comment, choosing not to say anything as he stretches you out with a third finger instead; he’s curling his fingers and grinding his hand into your cunt, taking in your expression with hungry eyes and noting the places that make your legs shake.

“You think we do this to just anyone?” Taehyun asks, brows furrowed as he pulls away, taking in the way you wince at his appearance— more specifically, his lip tint that has smudged all over his lips and chin and onto your skin, “Baby, I hope you realize that you’re the first person we’ve ever pulled this shit on.”

“And the last,” Hueningkai chimes in, looming over your shoulder as he bites at your earlobe teasingly, his other hand circling your waist to rub at your clit, “We plan to keep you.”

God. You hope he didn’t notice the way you clenched pathetically from his words, but judging by the way he laughs breathily and fucks his fingers harder into you, he definitely did.

“Shit, what aren’t these hands good for?” Taehyun asks, watching the way you pump along his length and reach up to swipe the precum that leaks from his tip, spreading it along the rest of his length as you watch the way your hand glistens and becomes messy from your actions, “You have no idea how much I thought about this— always felt so guilty watching as you did my makeup so innocently, unaware that I’d give up my job if it meant I could— I could bend you over this vanity and fuck you good.”

“Did you ever fantasize about us?” Hueningkai teases, only to be surprised by the way you nod your head frantically, eyes shutting from embarrassment as you grind your hips back into him, just to get a feel of his cock against your ass, “Yeah? What’d you think about? Maybe we could make it happen.”

You shake your head no— you’re reluctant to spew out your fantasies as easily as the two are, but that only proves to be a mistake from the way Hueningkai’s fingers slip out of you, instead landing down harshly on your ass as you jump at the sudden feeling.

“What, too shy to tell us?” Taehyun asks, placing a hand on top of your own and making you slow to a stop as he examines your face, “Then again, you’ve always been a shy little thing— it’s your charm, you know.”

You can only let out a pathetic whimper at that; Taehyun is shaking your hand off him, your eyes fluttering open as you watch him tuck himself back in, giving you a sly smile before he’s sitting back down in his chair— Hueningkai is taking a step back, but it’s only to bend you over as he lets out a soft chuckle at your reaction— nodding to Hueningkai, Taehyun grins, his dimple poking at his cheek as he speaks.

“You first, Kai? I’ll give you the honors for being so patient.”

Your mouth is falling open the moment you feel his tip glide along your entrance— going up and down, clearly teasing you as he allows your wetness to collect on his dick, forcing you to listen to the sounds as you let out a shaky sigh, staring down at the vanity and your tense hands that are curled into fists— slowly, he begins to push into you, enjoying the way you bite your lip in an attempt to muffle your sounds, failing to do so as Hueningkai resorts to the next best thing— his hand is firm against your mouth as he holds your head up, your eyes meeting his through the mirror as you watch him begin to fuck you slowly.

The stretch has you blinking away tears of pleasure— if it weren’t for Hueningkai keeping you quiet, you’re sure you would’ve gotten the attention of the rest of the crew, your sounds muffled against the palm of his hand as your body begins to jolt forward from his pace, the vanity shaking slightly from the impact.

“Fuck,” Hueningkai grunts, brows furrowed together as he watches himself disappear inside you, “So perfect. Pussy was made for me, look how good you take it.”

The two only laugh as you let out a weak whine at the praise— they’ve got you figured out good, and you’re meeting Taehyun’s gaze through the mirror as you catch him staring at you, stroking his cock at a slow pace as he simply gives you a teasing grin.

“Why don’t you watch the way Huening fucks you, pretty?” He asks, and your eyes flicker back to the sight he’s talking about, meeting Huenigkai’s eyes as he simply sends you a coy smile, “You look so perfect like this— bent over the desk like a pretty doll, perfect for us to use… isn’t that right?”

Before you can moan out a muffled response, a sharp knock on the door takes your attention; you’re jolting to try and get Huening off you in a hurry, but the boy merely retaliates by pulling you back against him, colliding against his chest and letting out a weak whimper at the feeling of him rutting his hips up into you— watch, he growls into your ear, grinning with satisfaction as you immediately follow his orders.

“Yeah?” Taehyun calls out, his tone much too casual for someone who’s watching his fellow band member fuck the cute staff member the two have been pining for.

“Have you seen ___ anywhere? The makeup artist?” It’s Soobin, you all realize, your reaction of horror greatly contrasting the way the two merely smile casually at the realization, “They’ve been looking for her, and I thought you two would know where she might be.”

“Uhhhhm…” Taehyun draws out, crossing his arms and tilting his head as he watches the way Hueningkai continues to fuck you, fingers digging into your cheeks as his eyes widen at the way you’ve begun to squirm from his grip, your orgasm approaching as you try to grind your hips in search for more stimulation.

“If we knew where she was at, we’d probably be there bothering her,” Taehyun jokes, a crooked smile on his face as he listens to the way Soobin scoffs on the other side, “But seriously, we’re changing right now. She finished our makeup a while ago, we haven’t seen her.”

A moment passes; you think you might explode from how hard you’re trying to hold back your orgasm, but Hueningkai seems to be hellbent on making you cum from the way his free hand goes to circle your clit, your mouth falling open as you practically shake from the feeling.

“Well…” another pause— Soobin sighs, and Taehyun can already picture the man running a hand through his hair on the other side of the door, “Let me know if you find her.”

After a moment, his footsteps fade entirely— it’s only then that Hueningkai bends you over once more, grabbing your hips and using this as leverage to fuck you back into him as you whimper that you’re close— seconds after, you’re squeezing Hueningkai so hard he thinks his cock might slip out, fucking you through your orgasm as your legs simply tremble from the intensity of it all.

“Did that get you off, baby?” Hueningkai murmurs, his hips beginning to stutter as he watches you lay against the desk, your cheek pressed against the wood as you only let out weak whines in response, “Knowing we were about to get caught? Is that what made you cum, cutie?”

In a pathetic attempt to dodge his question, you bury your head in your arms— the man behind you simply laughs, pressing on the small of your back and grinding into you slowly, biting his lip at the sight.

“Want me to cum inside? Fill you up and have it leak down your legs, making people wonder just where you disappeared to for so long?” frantically, you nod; you’re pressing your ass back against him, trying to fuck back into him as Hueningkai only groans at the sight— moments later, you’re practically biting through your lip from the feeling of him filling you up so well, trying his best to fuck his cum back into you the moment it begins to drip back out.

A moment passes where the two of you simply remain still, attempting to regain your breaths— then, you hear sounds of shuffling and footsteps, and you’re meekly raising your head from your arms to watch as Taehyun approaches the two of you with a teasing smile.

“You should go get cleaned up and change,” Taehyun says, tapping your ass with a smile, “It’s my turn now, isn’t that right baby?”

Hueningkai rolls his eyes at the other’s antics— then, he’s slowly pulling out, hissing softly at the feeling before he’s grabbing your face and bringing you up for a kiss— it’s slow and sensual, his plump lips addicting as he sneaks his tongue in for a taste of you— he’s reluctant to pull away, and only does so when you grip his shirt in your hands weakly and whine petulantly in his mouth— pulling away, he’s sending you a soft smile, taking in the sight of your shining and swollen lips before he’s telling you I’ll be right back— Taehyun rolls his eyes at his words.

“Tell me,” Taehyun begins, bending you over once more and keeping his head next to yours, encouraging you to hold eye contact with him as he smiles softly— his index and middle finger are slowly massaging up and down your slit, and you let out a weak whimper at the feeling of him gathering the cum that’s leaking out of you before he’s pushing it back in slowly, “What would you fantasize about? I’d love to try it out on you.”

He won’t do anything until he hears your confession— a sign that you really did want them all along, forcing himself to tease you instead as he takes in the way you begin to break slowly, your hips attempting to chase pleasure, only to be stopped by Taehyun’s firm grip on your hip.

“I could do so many things to you,” he mutters softly, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder before he continues, “All you have to do is tell me.”

Fuck, where do you even begin? All the things you’ve ever thought about these two boys were reserved for the dark hours of the night when you couldn’t control your wandering mind, never to be revealed as you always told yourself you’d take this attraction to your grave— but now, as you feel Taehyun’s fingertips continuously dip into your entrance teasingly, able to feel the way some of Hueningkai’s cum has already run down your thighs, you really can’t be blamed for the way Taehyun’s sparkling doe eyes are able to extract the words from you without a second thought.

“Thought of riding you while I did your makeup,” you whimpered out pathetically, the confession enough to make your face feel like it was on fire— Taehyun, however, thinks the image might just make him cum on the spot, so he doesn’t have it in him to be apologetic as he quickly guides you back to his makeup chair and makes you hover over him.

“Well? What’re you waiting for?” He asks breathlessly, straddling his lap and staring down at him with wide eyes as he keeps his hands on your waist, having yet to find release as he feels his cock straining painfully against his sweats, “Now’s your chance, cutie.”

You stare at Taehyun— at his smudged makeup, his flushed cheeks, and his eyes that are blown open with need— and nod meekly, your hand reaching to take him out before you’re lining him up with your entrance, brows furrowing slightly as you properly take in his size.

That does little to hinder you; the way you sink on Taehyun is fucking painfully slow, and the said man is cursing in your ear as he feels the way you clench around him, your and Hueningkai’s release already coating his dick and making a mess of the chair as you stare at him with bleary eyes.

“Don’t you need to fix my makeup?” Taehyun asks, his voice a bit strained from the effort to not pound into you recklessly— cluelessly, you nod, your expression making Taehyun let out a breathy laugh, “Do what you need to— I’ll do all the hard work, pretty thing.”

You’re unsure of what he may mean until he’s nodding back at the makeup case behind you— letting out a soft oh, you reach for your supplies, shaky hands taking what you need before you’re turning back to Taehyun.

His hands are on the swell of your ass, smiling fondly at you before he begins to buck his hips up into you— softly at first, giving you the illusion that he’ll actually let you work, then becoming rougher as he watches the way your expression breaks, coherence leaving your eyes as you simply look at him with bleary, clueless eyes— your actions are oh so slow as you try to touch up on his makeup, trying your best to not make things worse than they already are— but the task seems to be impossible with the way Taehyun fucks you, biting his lip and guiding your hips up and down to get you to ride him as well, already noticing a second orgasm building up from the way you help him out eagerly.

“Tyun,” you whimper out, makeup supplies in your fists as you place them firmly on his chest, “This isn’t working— I can’t… ah…!”

You’re interrupted mid-sentence as you’re finally coming undone on top of him— the makeup supplies in your hands dig into your skin from how hard you grip onto them, a weak, choked moan escaping you as Taehyun only continues to fuck you through it, not slowing down even after you’ve ridden out your high, going back to whining that you can’t do it, it’s too hard— too much.

“Yes you can,” he grins, taking in the way you only shake your head with satisfaction, “Okay then, can you hold out until I cum then? Can you be good for me, pretty girl?”

You don’t hesitate to nod at that; it has Taehyun laughing before it’s choked off into a moan, finally able to use you to his liking as he begins to fuck you rougher— shit… you hear him groan, and one look at him is enough to tell you that he’s staring at the sight in the mirror behind you— taking in how pretty you look as you bounce on his cock, hands desperately holding onto him as you tuck your head into his shoulder— The feeling of your lips sucking absentmindedly at his skin is enough to set him off, bottoming out inside you and groaning at the way his cum spurts inside you, barely able to stay in from how full you already are.

Gradually, his pace slows down to nothing but a slow grind— you’re attempting to regain your breath once you finally sit up, still perched prettily on his cock as you begin to touch up his makeup with shaky hands.

“Hmm? That’s unfair,” Hueningkai’s sudden voice has your head snapping up, looking to where he stands as he taps a finger at his collarbone, “Why didn’t I get one of those?”

Your eyes widen as you’re turning back to Taehyun at break-neck speed— sure enough, you’ve left a mark, and you can already feel your stomach sinking at the thought of having to cover that up.

“Relax, our outfits are pretty covered,” Taehyun scoffs, reading your expression with a playful roll of his eyes, “But I wouldn’t really mind having others see it.”

“No fair, can I get one?” Hueningkai pouts, even more so when you deny him shyly, focusing on your task and pretending as though you’re currently not sitting firmly on Taehyun’s cock with both their cum leaking out of you.

“Baby,” Hueningkai calls out softly, making you turn your head as he captures you in another kiss— it’s even messier than last time, which you really didn’t think was possible as you’re left panting for breath once he pulls away, your eyes widening at the lopsided grin he sends you.

“Fix my makeup next?”

Fuck, they’ll miss their damn show at this point.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 11 months ago

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Would you ever write an Edward story where he cheats on Bella post Breaking Dawn or they break up because he falls in love with another human after her? Like a few years down the line, he starts to miss Bella’s human scent, softness, etc. and then he meets another singer or someone whose mind he can’t read and becomes obsessed with them. And it’s angsty because they realize he doesn’t really like vampire Bella and what attracted him to her was her “humanness” so now that it’s gone, he loses interest.

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Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x human!witch!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Warnings: major regret, kinda feel bad for bella while writing this 😅, falling out of love, for the sake of this story reneesme doesn't exist, kinda creepy stalker vibe from edward?, but what else do you expect from him 😂, sorry this is short :( been suffering from major writer's block

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There was no warmth of life to Bella, not anymore. Edward had fought against Bella's desire to be like him, an immortal. With her warmth went that oh so sweet honeysuckle scent of her singer blood. He missed nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply and listening to her blood coarse through her veins. Everything was cold and hard and unwelcoming now that she was like the rest of the Cullens.

And while he was able to physically love her without restraint now, there was a gnawing dissatisfaction that burned a hole deep inside of him.

He tried smothering it, not let it grow and feed off his lingering thoughts. Just a harmless, passing thought. They'd taken vows, to love one another for the rest of their immortal lives in front of all their friends and family. Edward thought he got his happily ever after with Bella, his singer.

Never did he imagine that he would miss her mortality so much and so greatly. Profound was his distress over this realization as he experienced grief for Bella's human life once more. This time it lingered. Resting on the precipice of his consciousness.

Try as he may, it creeps into his mind whenever he holds onto her golden gaze. Grateful that Bella's special ability wasn't telepathy like him. It would break her heart if she heard the doubting thoughts that grew louder each passing day.

Edward didn't know the exact start date of this swift change in his mentality toward someone he'd loved and cherished so much that he was willing to face both the wolves and the Volturi in order to protect her.

Immense shame rendered him speechless, unable to seek help or advice from his brothers. He'd never kept such a large secret before from them. They'd always held a sympathetic ear for Edward but. . . if he told them about this, Emmett and Jasper might add onto his guilt. Bella was their sister-in-law. His brothers have proven that they genuinely care for her and accept her as part of the Cullen clan.

The world around him was crumbling. Nothing for him to stabilize himself.

Errands that took him away from town were like a breath of fresh air to his undernourished lungs- well, metaphorically.

His outings lasted longer and longer each time. The distance he put between himself and Bella growing larger.

Until something odder happened to him.

He smelled the blood of a singer once more. Each inhalation a spasming jolt shot through him. A burst of honeyed, reduced him to damn near salivating. Edward had almost forgotten the scent. Almost mistook it for something else.

Akin to an apex predator, he's easily guided to the source of such an alluring aroma that has him blind-sided. He doesn't care in that moment who lay at the end of the trail or of the consequences that may befall him from this encounter.

If it hadn't been for your singer blood, you would have blended in with the rest of the crowd in Port Angeles. A typical human female hanging out with her friends; just like many others that night. Unaware of the glowing eyes of the animal stalking her.

But you weren't like your other friends. With his vampire eyes, he saw the glow of your skin; your aura was blinding. Even Bella's presence wasn't as bright as when he laid eyes on you. His honeypot.

He frantically rifles through the crowd's thoughts, tossing them away when they didn't belong to you.

In pursuing you, Edward was essentially damning himself. Each step he took closer to you was like walking into danger itself. A moth to a flame. For the first time in a long time, Edward felt utterly helpless. Weak even.

Then he heard the ring of your thoughts.

And he smiles to himself, listening in as you contemplate leaving early to go home and finish the book you'd started the other day. How it was getting to the good part. Torn that you were also having fun with your friends though.

Subtly watching you from a hiding spot, Edward simply closes his eyes and focuses on the flow of your thoughts in an attempt to get to know you better. Another human girl with the delicious blood of a god.

Bella checks the time on her phone again.

2 am

Edward had left eight hours ago, not bothering to tell anyone where he was going or taking his phone with him. His behavior was growing more concerning. She'd asked Jasper and Emmett if they had noticed this odd turn in Edward and they too agree that something was up with him. Alice did her best to offer a positive take on the issue. Not even Carlisle or Esme had an answer.

Not too long ago Edward had been so attentive to her, relishing in sharing immortality with her.

Deciding to wait in their shared little cottage home, Bella leaves the main Cullen estate and takes to the small pebbled path that led to her home. She remembers how happy they were when Carlisle gifted the cottage to them when they came back from their honeymoon.

Her fingers lazily trail along the rugged bark of trees. Nails lightly dragging across it.

Their life was perfect now. She fit into his world. So. . . why the sudden distance? This was going on to four months now and the decline was becoming more evident.

Her other hand is anxiously drawn to her chest in an effort to comfort her. Bella could hear the cracks in their marriage and overall relationship.

Edward growls in irritation with himself. What an idiot he was following you home. Stupid that he put everything on the line just to be around you a little bit longer.

He kept bargaining with himself that he was only going to stay for an hour. An hour turned into two, then three. . . Until he was perched atop of a tree across the street from your house.

Exasperated he runs a hand across his face, making his way up the brick steps of the cottage.

He shouldn't have followed you back to your home. Now he had that knowledge of your address.

That meant. . .

So consumed in his inner turmoil, Edward was caught off guard by Bella's voice "Where have you been?"

His eyes round in alarm, the only tipoff to his surprise. "Hunting." Well. . . kind of true.

That was not the answer she wanted. Bella's brows furrow with her disdain. "Edward, what's going on? And don't say that nothing is going on because even the rest of the family has seen the change in you."

Hell, why was he thinking about your fragrance? Likening it to standing at the threshold of the divine and savoring the ambrosial nectar that flowed through the veins of gods.

Had Bella's smelled like that? He couldn't recall.

He forcefully pulls himself back to address Bella. He couldn't keep lying to her. Bella deserved the truth. But it would hurt her once the words left his mouth. It would make everything more real to verbally acknowledge it.

"Bella. . ." Edward must have looked scared and pathetic in that moment. He could see his reflection in her golden eyes. Eyes he'd groan to begrudge. "I really don't know what's going on myself. . . but. . ." Sighing, he ignores the consequences that would follow. "I miss your humanness, Bella. Your softness. The warmth of your embraces. Your scent. . . It's-you're just- just not the same. And those were the parts that I fell in love with. Your humanity was what defined you. That delicate balance of strength and vulnerability that all comes with being mortal."

While he'd kept his tone as gentle as possible, that did little to stop the breaking of Bella's face as her lips curl and tremble. The delicate arch of her brows twitch in an attempt for restraint for despite all the emotions she was feeling, Bella's tear ducts no longer produced tears. As with all vampires.

A tremor passes through Bella. The essence of heartbreak etched itself on her face. "D-Do you still love me?"

In a moment of cowardice, Edward averts his gaze from her making the sorrow she felt boil into fury.

"Answer me, Edward. Do you still love me?" Her hands ball up into fists at her sides.

He struggles to find the words to encapsulate the complexities of his emotions.

The quietude of the cottage seemed to amplify the tension that hung between them.

Bella grits down on the back of her teeth, a burning force behind her eyes that made her desperate to cry. "After everything Edward. . ."

"I'm sorry Bella. . ."

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walkinroadkillz · 3 months ago

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may i talk a bit about how i like to interpret Travis as a gay man

CW: homophobia

I just think it would sorta make sense. He was raised in a redneck southern family, where his younger brother who's a father and who had a wife is definitely the favorite child. So this already shows the values of the Hacketts pretty well, they are traditional as hell and this whole "family is the most important" thing.

And Travis is the black sheep of the family. From the scene with Constance, particularly Travis' reaction I believe it was *not* the first time she has gone off at him like that, seeing how he just basically stands there and takes it, like he's used to this. We don't know much about their life before the curse etc, but assuming she has treated him like this for a longer while, him being gay and therefore 'against the traditional family archetype' could be a possible reason for this treatment.

I don't wanna just say "he's single" as an argument because there are many reasons for people to be single, but I just wanna say that looking through this lense at it would also make sense. Once again, given his family background, it would make sense if he just gave up on romance altogether because he'd know his family would never accept it. And family is the most important.

And I also think he absolutely would not come out to them, especially Constance, but she *could* catch on at some point, which would build the distance we see between Travis and the rest of the Hacketts during the game. He still loves them, he covers for them and tries his best to fix their problems - but at the same time it looks like he's not as close with his family as in the past.

(I'd like to think Chris could actually be accepting of Travis if he ever did come out, seeing how he spends the most time with the youth where being LGBTQ+ is more normalized, so he definitely witnessed some non-heteronormative romance among the youngsters. Maybe even Ryan could be the one to come out to him, or at least talk about his sexuality as he's trying to figure himself out, given that Chris is a father figure to him. And from the small amount of knowledge we have, a pretty good one at that. But at the same time I do think Travis would be the type to keep this to himself, and just bottle it up alone rather than vocalizing the internal struggle about being different.)

Another thing. How many southern redneck cishet 56y/o men have the term "bestie" in their vocabulary.

I am in no way saying he's implied to be gay in the game, nothing of this sort, all I mean is that it's a perspective I kinda enjoy. For the additional angst or something, as if he doesn't have enough problems in his life.

I also enjoy calling Laura and Max lesbians so, I do enjoy joking about Laura and Travis forming a wlw+mlm solidarity. 💪

If anyone read that, thanks and I'd love to hear what you think, I love reading way too deep into fictional characters and having discussions about it ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

#the quarry #travis hackett #headcanon #the quarry headcanons #chris hackett #constance hackett #genuinely open to discussion hi #im not a werewolf i dont bite #this could also work with ace travis? very open to interpretation #cw homophobia

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sewing-lover · 2 months ago

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Ubuyashiki Kaguya's backstory post + Taisho secrets/fun facts!!

(Modified backstory of Jun'ichi Ubuyashiki on my prev acc, @.blueberrypie20 !!)

(his new appearance :D used one of ibis paint's bases !!)

Spoilers!! And TW: Su1c1de, mentions of kn1ves, scars, etc. ^^

Kaguya Ubuyashiki is Kagaya Ubuyashiki's only living sibling, 4 years younger than him; 19 years old and a hinoe.

Kagaya found out about her mother being pregnant just after his father committed. After Kaguya's birth, the house's atmosphere temporarily got lighter; however, as the four boys grew up, Senri, the second-oldest, started to curse both Kaguya as well as his elder brother since they behaved and looked so much alike.

Kaguya was five when his two brothers burnt the house and killed themselves as well as their mother who tried to save them. Senri had dragged him to the fire as well, but their mother managed to save the five year old before dying herself. Now the two brothers; the current head and the youngest brother, were left alone.

That night and the sound of burning wood, flames and everyone screaming still rings loud in Kaguya's nightmares.

Kagaya knew that this was the incident that would leave only one brother left; but his youngest sibling was still alive and he couldn't comprehend it. He started to worry: what happens now? How long will Kaguya live? how would he take care of him? Where would he have to live? What would he do in his life?

Kagaya prioritized Kaguya's safety first; he had a feel that Kaguya would survive and live up to adulthood. He decided to send him to the swordsmith village and left him to the care of the Amenomori family.

Away from his original family, Kaguya continued to teach himself to handle his problems on his own and satisfy his needs without asking for help, learning many skills and helping the family in times of need.

He also became friends with the family's swordsmith-in-training, Yumeto, and shaped a strong bond with him as they grew up.

As his older brother married at thirteen, the nine-year-old Kaguya started feeling distanced from his brother. He was busy commanding the corps and making a heir; Kaguya couldn't be the next heir so him staying alive seemed to have no use. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't have the talent to become a swordsmith either.

Despite his calm nature, Kaguya's a very adventurous person and, as a kid, he enjoyed investigating the woods surrounding the village with Yumeto. One year after his brother's marriage, when he was around ten years old, he and Yumeto got lost in the woods near sunset. Knowing how worried everyone would be, the two boys kept on pacing around the forest to find a way out, only to get further lost.

And somehow, they was attacked by a demon who lived there, so near to the village.

Kaguya usually carried a pack of wisteria with him, but this one time he'd lost it. The kids were perfect preys.

For one moment, Kaguya thought maybe his generation wasn't an exception and there will always be only one ubuyashiki son left.

Still, he remembered his brother's words in the first letter he'd sent him after his leave.

"Ubuyashikis must cling onto life until the angel of death comes for them himself. Don't let anything kill you that easily now that you've survived, but also don't resist without reason when death comes for you."

Yumeto's father had made Kaguya and his son a small dagger out of nichirin steel, just in case of self-defense. He pulled it out and managed to behead the apparently newly-transformed demon before receiving any serious injuries from it.

Then and there, he noticed the reason why he was still alive. He always assumed he was physically weak but he managed to behead a demon and protect someone, barely at ten!

The overjoyed Yumeto who was aware of Kaguya's insecurities, told him there that maybe he were to become a slayer, and defeat Muzan Kibutsuji and his apprentices under his older brother's commands. This way, He could be of use for his brother and everyone around him.

The news of him beheading a demon reached the swordsmiths and, eventually, Kagaya and his family, surprising and also incredible. When they were brought back to the village he kept on getting showered by praises and encouragements.

However Kaguya had already rejoiced, and now, he just wanted to get stronger. He knew his role now, and he wanted to fulfill it as good as possible.

He'd heard of Yoriichi type 0, so with Yumeto's help, he set it up for himself and started training in secret, without informing anyone (except for the family who took care of Yoriichi type 0).

It still took him way longer than a usual slayer-in-training since no one directly instructed him and there was a huge possibility of him getting caught, but he rathered the slow and steady way more anyway. Plus, to achieve his goals, he didn't seem to have any other choice.

Now all that was left was to learn a breathing style; however, with his weak body, Kaguya doubted if he could ever master any of them. He continued training, however was losing hope since he didn't know who to go to and if any breathing style even suited his physique and skills.

However Yumeto had an idea: Why not come up with a breathing style on their own?

So they continued training vigorously with Kaguya using total concentration breathing day and night, And Yumeto watching over him while also working hard to become a swordsmith.

And finally, after three years of tenacious training of stamina, strength, agility and flexibility with Yoriichi type 0, Kaguya created a breathing style that suited his body; breath of glass — he named it like that since it's a breathing style suited for people with weak physique, those frail bodies who can break easily and rather rely on moves and slashes that require the least amount of motion.

When he was fourteen, he was finally able to go back to the Ubuyashiki estate, leaving Yumeto and everyone else and starting a new journey — getting ready to attend the final selection!

Facts / Taisho secrets:

He spent six years training in total, and participated in the final selection at 16, with his only weapon being the same dagger mentioned earlier.

He was disguised as a girl since his arrival to the swordsmith village until the final selection, and only had a masculine makeover after the selection was over.

Only The Ubuyashiki and Amenomori family knew about his true gender identity.

Even so, Kiriya and his sister, Kaguya's nephew and niece, were surprised to see their uncle (aunt? XD) there.

Kagaya himself was also surprised when Yumeto, who was now a skilled sowrdsmith, arrived at the estate with Kaguya's sword.

His sword is a light variant of wisteria purple, and his guard is inspired by a wisteria petal.

At first, he thought of just using wisteria poison instead of breathing, but then he remembered that even the strongest of poisons might not work on some demons.

He still helps Shinobu in examining her poisons.

He was traumatized by the night his brothers died, and so now he's terribly afraid of explosions/fires.

He has a giant burn mark covering his left hip all the way to the right side of his chest, result of that night.

when the ubuyashiki mansion exploded, he was around — closer than anyone else — but couldn't move for a long time because of flashbacks. He attacked Muzan in tears while attempting to use glass breathing's last form right then and there.

For a while after Senri, Akito and the mother's death, Kaguya thought of trying to join them by also committing, however his brother pulled him out of it.

Kimetsu Academy AU:

He's a high school third year student, best at math, biology and chemistry.

He's restricted from doing heavy exercises in P.E due to his body, however only a handful of the students know about it.

(he isn't skinny or frail-looking; from the outside, it's seems like he's a normal adolescent. Pretty much the opposite of Mitsuri).

^ Most students think that Giyuu (+ the other teahcers) have a bias and take easy on him because Kaguya's the director's brother.

He's in the pharmacology club and wants to go to a medical university.

He's open for shipping in both aus !!

Tagging @larz-barz @milky-choccy !!

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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I love the way you write Garrett so much!! 😭 Hope you don't mind another request!

I'd love to see him just loving on his mate🥺😍 showing her off to people, hugging her from behind,laying his head in her lap, forhead kisses aah! I just love it!! 😍🥹🥹🥹

Please and thank you!

Thank you, I tried my best with that character. Ooh I hope you enjoy this one

↱ i need love and affection ↰

➘ summary : as a norman vampire many other vampires think Garrett likes being alone and not being around others, you know - lone wolf type vibes. But that isn’t the case, not the case at all

➘ a/n: breaking this up into parts sorta like how I write my headcanons so one half will tell how they met, him showing her off, hugging her etc

➘ Garrett x reader , twilight x reader

The road stretched out before Garrett, a seemingly endless path winding through unfamiliar territory. He was used to the nomadic lifestyle, traversing different corners of the world in search of adventure and excitement. As a vampire, time was on his side, and he embraced the thrill of exploration.

On this particular day, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the landscape. The air was crisp, and the scent of pine trees mingled with the earthy fragrance of the forest floor. Garrett's senses were attuned to his surroundings, a hunter's awareness that kept him alert to every rustle of leaves and distant sound.

As he continued his journey, a flicker of movement caught his eye. In the distance, a figure was approaching—a young woman, (e/c) eyes bright with curiosity as she took in the world around her. Garrett's footsteps slowed as he observed her, an intrigued smile tugging at his lips.

As their paths drew closer, Garrett's senses were inundated with an intoxicating scent—a fragrance that was uniquely her own. His instincts stirred, his heart quickening as he realized what this meant: he had stumbled upon his mate.

The woman seemed to sense his presence, her gaze lifting to meet his. A hint of surprise danced in her eyes, as if she, too, had recognized the significance of this encounter. Garrett couldn't help but feel a connection that went beyond words—an unspoken bond that linked them in ways he couldn't fully comprehend.

"Hello," he greeted, his voice a rich timbre that carried a hint of intrigue.

Her lips curved into a friendly smile, her (h/c) hair catching the sunlight as she responded, "Hello. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

Garrett nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. "Indeed it is. I'm Garrett."

"(Y/N)," she replied, her voice warm and welcoming. "Nice to meet you, Garrett."

The moments between them seemed to stretch, the world around them fading as their connection deepened. Garrett found himself drawn to (Y/N)'s vibrant spirit, her energy resonating with his own sense of adventure and freedom.

As they stood there, the forest enveloping them in its natural beauty, Garrett couldn't help but feel that fate had played a hand in this meeting. The chance encounter had brought them together, two souls from different walks of life, connected by an invisible thread that defied logic.

"I don't usually travel alone," (Y/N) confessed, a playful glint in her eyes. "But there's something liberating about being out here on my own."

Garrett's smile widened, his interest piqued. "And what brings you to this part of the world?"

Her gaze shifted to the landscape, her expression thoughtful. "I suppose you could call it a quest for self-discovery. I'm looking for something that resonates with my spirit, a place where I can truly feel at home."

Garrett's eyes held a knowing gleam, his voice soft. "Sometimes, the most remarkable discoveries come when you least expect them."

As their conversation flowed, Garrett and (Y/N) shared stories of their journeys, their experiences, and their dreams. Time seemed to slip away, the world around them fading as they forged a connection that defied the constraints of time and space.

The months had flown by, marked by countless adventures and shared experiences. Garrett and (Y/N) had become inseparable companions, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Yet, there was one truth that Garrett had kept hidden—a secret that he knew would eventually have to be revealed.

As night descended, casting a tapestry of stars across the sky, Garrett met (Y/N) by the edge of a tranquil river. The gentle sound of flowing water created a soothing backdrop to their conversation. He had chosen this moment to finally unveil his true nature.

"(Y/N)," Garrett began, his voice tinged with a mixture of uncertainty and determination. "There's something I need to tell you."

She looked at him, her (e/c) eyes curious and attentive. "Go ahead, Garrett. You can tell me anything."

Taking a deep breath, Garrett spoke the words that had remained hidden for so long. "I'm a vampire."

(Y/N)'s gaze held a mixture of surprise and intrigue, her expression thoughtful. "A vampire? You mean, like the ones from myths and legends?"

He nodded, his lips curving into a wry smile. "Yes, exactly like those. We're immortal, we have heightened senses, and we need to drink blood to survive."

Her response was surprisingly calm, her eyes holding a spark of understanding. "I've heard tales about vampires before. They're often portrayed as mysterious and alluring."

Garrett chuckled softly. "Well, I can't speak for all vampires, but I do enjoy the allure of the night."

As the conversation unfolded, (Y/N) listened attentively, her open-mindedness a testament to her accepting nature. When Garrett had finished explaining the intricacies of his existence, there was a moment of silence—a pause that seemed to stretch as (Y/N) processed the information.

Finally, she spoke, her voice gentle and earnest. "Thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me, Garrett. I appreciate your honesty."

He smiled, a genuine expression of gratitude. "You're welcome, (Y/N). I felt that it was time you knew the truth."

She looked at him, her gaze softening. "You know, despite this revelation, I still feel the same about you. You're still the same person I've come to care about and enjoy spending time with."

The weight of her words settled within Garrett's chest, a warmth spreading through him that went beyond the physical sensations vampires were capable of experiencing. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against hers. "Thank you, (Y/N). Your understanding means more to me than you can imagine."

As they stood there, the stars above casting a gentle glow, (Y/N) seemed to hesitate before speaking again. "Garrett, there's something I'd like to share with you as well."

He tilted his head, curiosity in his gaze. "I'm listening."

Her voice held a hint of vulnerability as she met his eyes. "I've felt a connection between us, one that goes beyond friendship. It's as if our souls are intertwined, bound by a deeper bond."

Garrett's heart quickened, his instincts attuned to her words. "What do you mean?"

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. "I believe that we're mates, Garrett. There's a sense of destiny that I can't ignore."

The revelation hung in the air, a declaration that resonated with the unspoken emotions that had grown between them. Garrett's smile was a mixture of awe and affection as he reached out, his fingers intertwining with hers.

"(Y/N), you're right," he admitted, his voice holding a note of certainty. "We are mates, connected by a bond that transcends time and space."

As their fingers linked, (Y/N)'s smile mirrored his own, a testament to the depth of their connection. In that moment, they embraced the shared truths that had been unveiled—the reality of their supernatural natures and the undeniable bond that had drawn them together. As the night embraced them, they stood united in a love that was fated to span eternity.

The sun's rays filtered through the dense canopy of trees, dappling the forest floor with patches of light. Garrett had taken to wandering, allowing his thoughts to drift as he relished the solitude of the wilderness. Little did he know that his solitude was about to be interrupted.

The rustle of leaves drew his attention, and he turned to find Carlisle Cullen approaching. The vampire's composed demeanor and kind eyes hinted at the wisdom and experience he had amassed over the centuries.

"Garrett," Carlisle greeted with a nod, his voice carrying a note of warmth. "May I have a moment of your time?"

"Of course," Garrett replied, curiosity piqued as he gestured for Carlisle to join him.

The two vampires found a spot to sit beneath a sprawling tree, the leaves forming a natural canopy overhead.

"I come with a proposition," Carlisle began, his gaze steady. "My granddaughter, Renesmee, is a unique being—a hybrid of vampire and human. She is set to face the Volturi, and we are gathering witnesses to stand on her behalf. I believe your perspective could hold significant weight."

Garrett's brows furrowed as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. "Facing the Volturi is no small matter. What would my presence as a witness entail?"

Carlisle's gaze remained steady, his voice even. "Your experience, your insights into the balance between our worlds, could help tip the scales in Renesmee's favor. I understand that this is a lot to consider, but I believe that your presence could make a difference."

Garrett's thoughts raced as he processed the enormity of the request. The Volturi were a powerful and ancient coven, and to stand against them was to challenge a force that had held sway for centuries. Yet, he also felt a sense of duty—a desire to ensure that justice prevailed, especially for a unique individual like Renesmee.

"I appreciate your offer, Carlisle," Garrett said, his voice sincere. "I'll need some time to think it over."

Carlisle nodded, his understanding evident. "Of course, take the time you need. Just know that your presence could make a significant impact."

As Carlisle departed, Garrett was left with a swirl of thoughts and emotions. The weight of the decision ahead was palpable, and he knew that whatever choice he made would carry profound implications.

Later that day, as the sun began its descent, (Y/N) returned from the marketplace. Garrett watched her approach, his heart lifting at the sight of her radiant smile.

"(Y/N)," he greeted, his voice warm as he stepped forward to meet her.

"Hey," she replied, her (e/c) eyes shining with happiness. "Did you have a good day?"

He nodded, though his thoughts were elsewhere. "I did, but something unexpected happened."

Curiosity flickered in (Y/N)'s gaze. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, Garrett recounted his encounter with Carlisle and the offer he had received to stand as a witness against the Volturi on behalf of Renesmee.

"(Y/N)," he said, his voice earnest, "it's a heavy decision to make. The Volturi are not to be taken lightly, and this could have far-reaching consequences."

(Y/N) listened attentively, her expression thoughtful. When he had finished, she reached out, her fingers lacing with his. "Garrett, I understand the weight of the decision. But remember, you've always been one to stand up for what's right, even when it's not easy. If you believe that your presence could make a difference, then I think you should go."

He regarded her, his heart swelling with admiration for her wisdom and insight. "You truly believe that?"

"Yes," (Y/N) affirmed, her gaze unwavering. "Your perspective is valuable, Garrett. If you can help ensure justice and protect someone like Renesmee, then I think it's a path worth considering."

As they stood there, their fingers intertwined, Garrett felt a sense of clarity settling within him. The decision was daunting, but (Y/N)'s unwavering support and the knowledge that their values aligned gave him the strength to face the challenges that lay ahead.

With a grateful smile, he met her gaze. "Thank you, (Y/N). Your perspective means the world to me."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the world around them, Garrett and (Y/N) embraced the choices that lay ahead—a future where their actions would shape the course of events and the balance between justice and power.

The journey to the Cullens' house was a mix of anticipation and curiosity for both Garrett and (Y/N). As they approached their destination, the atmosphere seemed to shift—a subtle awareness that they were entering a world that was both unfamiliar and filled with intriguing possibilities.

The grandeur of the Cullens' home was matched only by the breathtaking beauty of the surrounding forest. As they stepped onto the grounds, their footsteps muffled by the lush grass, Garrett couldn't help but admire the tranquil splendor that enveloped them.

However, their arrival did not go unnoticed. The Cullens, a family of vampires with unique talents and backgrounds, had sensed their approach. As the doors of the house swung open, the family members emerged one by one, their curious gazes focused on the newcomers.

Garrett's protective instincts flared, his stance subtly shifting as he stood behind (Y/N). He was acutely aware of the scrutiny directed at her—a human among vampires. But he was determined to show that he was her staunch protector, that her presence by his side was inviolable.

(Y/N), on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the attention. Her (e/c) eyes sparkled with a mixture of confidence and warmth as she took in her surroundings. The other vampires' curious glances didn't faze her; instead, she radiated an air of serenity, thriving in the affection and protection that Garrett offered.

Seeing her composure, Garrett allowed himself to relax slightly. He moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he stood protectively behind her. His subtle gesture was both a declaration of his commitment and a silent assurance that no harm would befall her.

The family members observed the scene, their expressions shifting from curiosity to a mixture of approval and respect. They were a clan that understood the complexities of relationships and the bonds that transcended the boundaries of species.

"Welcome, Garrett, and (Y/N)," Carlisle's voice carried a warmth that put everyone at ease. "My adoptive daughter Alice told me your name,” he says addressing (y/n). “We're glad you could join us."

(Y/N) turned her head slightly to smile at Garrett, her fingers instinctively threading through his as she spoke. "Thank you for having us."

As the Cullens led them inside, Garrett's gaze remained steadfast, his protective stance unwavering. He knew that he was in the company of powerful beings, but he also understood that his bond with (Y/N) was a force to be reckoned with—a connection that defied convention and upheld the sanctity of love.

Throughout their visit, the Cullens' gazes would occasionally drift to (Y/N), their curiosity evident. But each time, Garrett's presence behind her served as a silent reminder—a symbol of their unity and the strength they drew from each other.

As the evening unfolded, (Y/N) and Garrett found themselves immersed in conversations, sharing stories and laughter with the Cullens. The initial curiosity had given way to genuine camaraderie, a testament to the capacity for understanding that existed within this extraordinary family.

As the night drew to a close, (Y/N) turned to Garrett, her smile radiant. "This has been quite the experience, hasn't it?"

He nodded, his fingers gently brushing against hers. "Indeed, it has. And through it all, you've remained a beacon of grace and strength."

Her gaze met his, a mixture of affection and gratitude in her eyes. "Just like you, Garrett."

As they exchanged a tender look, surrounded by a family that had embraced them both, (Y/N) and Garrett knew that their bond was unbreakable. The world they navigated together, one that bridged the realms of human and vampire, was a testament to the power of love, understanding, and the unwavering unity that bound them together.

In the midst of the Cullens' grand living room, where the camaraderie of vampires and their unique companions filled the air, (Y/N) found herself engaged in a conversation with some of the Cullen family members. Laughter and stories flowed around her, creating an atmosphere of warmth and connection.

However, her pleasant interaction was interrupted when a new presence approached. The vampire was one of the Roman coven members—confident and charismatic, though his eyes carried a hint of mischief. His gaze landed on (Y/N), a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. "A human, in a room full of vampires. Quite the bold move, my dear."

(Y/N) met his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and composure. She had faced curiosity and comments before, but she was prepared to stand her ground.

Before she could respond, Garrett materialized at her side, his presence a tangible shield of protection. His arm wrapped around her waist, drawing her closer to his side, as he fixed the Roman vampire with a firm glare.

"And what's your point?" Garrett's voice was steady, his tone laced with a subtle warning.

The Roman vampire's smirk widened, seemingly unperturbed by Garrett's demeanor. "Oh, no point at all, my friend. Just making an observation."

(Y/N)'s fingers tightened slightly around Garrett's, her resolve unwavering. She appreciated his protectiveness but also wanted to handle the situation with grace.

Garrett leaned down, his lips brushing against (Y/N)'s forehead in a tender gesture. It was a clear display of his affection and a silent promise of his presence as her protector. As he straightened, his eyes remained locked with the Roman vampire's, his gaze intense.

"Let me make something clear," Garrett's voice was a low, controlled rumble. "This woman by my side is my mate. I would do anything to protect her. If anyone here even thinks about harming her, they'll find out that the Volturi are nothing compared to what I'm capable of."

The Roman vampire's amusement wavered, replaced by a hint of caution in his eyes. He had clearly picked up on the sincerity and intensity behind Garrett's words.

Without another word, the Roman vampire turned and walked away, his jesting tone subdued. The tension in the air dissipated, replaced by a sense of unity and understanding.

(Y/N) looked up at Garrett, her (e/c) eyes filled with appreciation and a soft smile. "Thank you, Garrett. I know I can handle myself, but your protectiveness means a lot to me."

His fingers brushed against her cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. "I'll always be here to stand by your side, (Y/N). Nothing and no one will come between us."

As they resumed their place among the Cullen family, (Y/N) felt a renewed sense of connection—with Garrett and the understanding family that had embraced them both. In the face of challenges and teasing, their love remained unshakable—a beacon that illuminated the path they walked together, no matter how unconventional or extraordinary it might be.

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #twilight x y/n #twilight x you #twilight #twilight imagines #twilight imagine #twilight x reader #garrett twilight #garrett imagines #garrett x reader #garrett imagine #request #requested #x reader requests #twilight masterlist

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bananascentedpaint02 · 6 months ago

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Kamuegi hc’s !!!!

• Izuru has the tendency to follow Makoto around most of the day, when we they’re apart, learning what he likes to do in his free time. Then proceeds to offer him to do those things together, Makoto doesn’t know that fact.

• Izuru tries his best to lay down the pattern of Makoto’s unusual luck to keep him out of potential danger or just any sort of nuisance, but can never fully comprehend it or it’s cycle

• Even if they share the same bed, it doesn’t change how they sleep. Izuru is a still sleeper, if he goes to sleep on one side he’ll wake up on the same one, perhaps tossing once or twice, Makoto -> opposite of that completely. He starfishes, rolls around, will crush Izuru someday.

• Naegi doesn’t realize it himself, but he’s quite worried for Izuru’s wellbeing, making sure he keeps him from being too reckless, even if nothing could stop the insatiable person he is. He‘a pretty concerned that something will happen, which ends him up in a pit of scenarios that most likely will never happen

• As Izuru is usually in his dorm when Makoto goes to his classes, he takes the time to wash, fold and put away Naegi’s stuff, he’s very confused on how those get there every once and awhile

• Makoto makes little crafts for Izuru, he knows he could make anything store bought and wants to to be special, so takes the time to make little crafts for Izuru. Little popsicle stick projects, origami, a drawing, etc. He can’t find those in stores and enjoys giving special things to his boyfriend

• Izuru is a very touchy person when he gets with somebody he enjoys being around. He has been compared to a cat, more of a panther in the case of keeping Makoto down on the couch for hours at a time.

• Following ^^ Izuru shows his love in different ways. Makoto showers him with words of love and appreciation—Kamukura doesn’t find the use in talking when he could do it perfectly fine with something else—while they do have things in common like gift giving, and physical touch, Izuru prefers to do things he knows Makoto couldn’t get anywhere else. A sculpture, a large painting, a letter, food, cue “where did this extra 5 pounds come from?”

Izuru seems to not know 🤔

• Makoto invites Izuru to hang out with his friends as he feels bad his antisocial partner is always distancing himself from a crowd. The first few times he was hesitant, but soon found himself getting his hair done by both Sayaka and Chihiro simultaneously.

• Makoto tells Izuru about his ‘Sibling-Saturday’ where he goes out anywhere to hang out with Komaru, and makes him realize that it’s important and fun to hang out with family. He initiates the same with Hajime, enjoys it a lot but won’t admit it.

• Both of them are a target of pretty frequent nightmares (despair au and out of it), which easily gets relieved by a night wrapped in blankets, whoever the scared was receiving an abundance of cuddles, kisses, hair petting, back rubbing, and reassurance mostly 🥹

• Naegi has many many visible freckles, Izuru gets faded ones whenever he’s tanned from the sun in the summertime.

• Makoto gets Izuru out of the habit of wearing his suit everywhere with quite a bit of coaxing and finally gets to take him out clothes shopping. Kamukura makes sure he knows that he doesn’t mind the suit, but Naegi is persistent. He gets him softer pants, pyjamas, shirts, even socks = basically teaches the poor dude how to relax for the first time in his life 🙁

[they spin around in my brain like a microwave]

#KAMUEGIIIIII #HIIIIIII #izuru kamukura #makoto naegi #kamuegi #HC’s #I need more #I LOVEEEEEE THEMMM #writing hc’s #!

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acourtofthought · 1 year ago

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Hi hope u had good thanksgiving

My opinion is that Lucien is as tortured as Azriel but b/c Azriel is literal dark and he broody on the outside only he is seen as such. It is all surface level so when people get mad at those who point to past surface level they get yelled at.

Hi there!! I did and same to you!! 😊

I agree with you, 100%.

It's almost like the Nesta / Elain setup but with Azriel and Lucien.

I think so many people forget that Elain is probably struggling a great deal despite her outward "seems content" nature. They forget that she saw her fathers murdered body when she was extremely close to him. They forget that who she thought would be her husband looked right at her and told her "but not you, never you" yet she's somehow totally fine to be head over heels in love with Az now.

If people aren't kicking and screaming or lashing out, it's almost like their trauma is invalidated, as if they really don't have any pain at all.

Az's response seems to be more in line with Nesta in how he processes trauma. For the 11 years he spent in his father's dungeon, he has now spent his entire life emotionally closed off (as Nesta was), pushing away the love that others tried to offer. Az isn't quite as loud about it as Nesta but he does hold himself at a distance from the love that the IC has sent his way for 500+ years and he at times throws a bit of a tantrum when he doesn't get his way. Also, feeling that he's not worthy as Nesta felt she wasn't worthy so they continue punishing themselves.

Lucien's response to trauma seems to be more in line with Elain's, where outwardly he seems really well adjusted and very loving when it comes to his friends. But think about what he's suffered.

We know for a fact that Beron tortures ERIS, a son that he seems to like to some extent and that he knows is his blood. So what do people think Lucien's childhood looked like when Beron suspected he wasn't his?

Lucien confirms his brothers tried to break and kill him and we know that not only happened when he was younger but it happened again in ACOWAR.

Az has trauma for sure and I'm not trying to compare trauma's because any suffering is a terrible thing. But I can't quite understand why people act like Az is so deserving of AB and C because he's so traumatized while trying to belittle what Lucien has gone through. Not to mention Lucien's own abuse then escalated into the murder of the female he loved and I imagine that's going to mess with someone on a whole other level, him knowing that it's because HE loved her that it cost Jesminda her life. Can you imagine the guilt?

It's always about the Az Bonus and how he's such a sad poor boy but we have two times that Feyre slipped into Lucien's head:

"a pattern of thinking and feeling that was old, and clever, and sad, so endlessly sad and guilt-ridden, hopeless -"

"An ache like a blow to the chest went through him."

"I am Lucien. Seventh son of the High Lord of the Autumn Court. And a whole lot of nothing."

"She did not love him, want him, need him. Another male's bride".

Lucien is struggling JUST as much as Az. He's feeling just as awful inside as Az. Lucien's emotions have a bottomless depth to them and I think E/riels tend to ignore that. They act like what Lucien is feeling inside is somehow not as intense as Az and that's why Az deserves to be "shown" his worth by ending up with Elain.

But when it comes to Elain, I will say that I think Lucien is struggling more. Not only is he suffering immense guilt over the realization that Jesminda was not his mate as he thought for centuries, that she lost her life when who knows what he would have done had he met his mate while with her, but now he is finding Elain the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (something else causing him guilt), thinks Elain wants no part of him, has no home, knows his "father" and brothers are still trying to kill him centuries after he left Autumn, etc. Lucien has a whole lot going on emotionally, he's just not allowing what he feels to color how he behaves.

#pro lucien vanserra #pro elucien

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dangermousie · 1 year ago

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That scene genuinely made me sniffle. It’s a funny show in so many ways but the constant underpinning of loss is so real.

And here is is over two decades later...

And here. I do love how underneath the rather wacky premise, there is a pretty dark underpinning. The duality - fantastic set up that is oddball and a sea of pain underneath - reminds of The Beauty Inside and SHS’ own Angel’s Last Mission.

Speaking of themes, I really like the theme of pools in this - that’s something ML enjoyed even as a kid, but he’s shown being into it as an adult and I wonder how much his post-accident deafness plays into this/made the preference stronger - it is quiet under the water and nobody expects him to hear.

I mean we see his father (who is a delightful throwback to awful chaebol fathers of older dramas) look down so much on him for not being un-flawed any more:

But also, ML himself weaponizes inability to hear - it’s pretty telling that he does not wear his hearing aid constantly and demonstratively shows he was not wearing it, as a giant fuck you to daddy. A refusal to engage is quite a point he is making and I love it.

But then yeah, I can see why this is how he communicates - by refusing to - when daddy throws shit at him which even makes him bleed when he says what daddy doesn’t like etc. This is one messed up family.

But where it really gets interesting to me is that it’s not just with his father - this is clearly his mechanism for protecting himself and distancing himself from the world (which does not seem to have treated him kindly, so no wonder he tries to detach) - I mean, he did not have it in before the interview either, even tho he knew someone was coming. In a way, it’s a sort of acceptance that the world is not the kind where you want to be engaged as a default but somewhere where you have to be selective and brace yourself. Well, that and he does not have much control in his life, so that is at least some control.

Btw, it totally makes sense to me that FL fixates on him from their interactions in their past life - she has lived for so long and remembered so much, it is made clear she is enormously weary and just wanted to never be reborn and he was the first thing that actually interested her in a very long time; no wonder she grabs so hard - she is living in her own world of desperation.

#kdrama #shin hye sun #ahn bo hyun #see you in my 19th life

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yeliuxi · 11 months ago

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Jing Qi & the sable: Why this little guy has more relevance than just being poisonous and cute

I was talking about Jing Qi & the sable with @geneticcatalyst on this post here and I had some thoughts (and feelings) about them

When Jing Qi is lamenting about human troubles, he says:

这人，要操心的事情太多，譬如父母兄弟，亲朋好友, 妻儿老小, 每日应酬也应酬不过来, 总有千千万万的诱惑叫人陷进去

People have too many things to worry about, like parents and brothers, friends and family, wife, children, elders, and juniors, and social niceties upon social niceties to take care of every day. There are always thousands of temptations for people to fall to.

All the things that Jing Qi lists here are things he has struggled with since the beginning of the story. He has filial obligations to his father, must upkeep his friendship with Helian Yi while keeping him at a distance, and has a lot of pressure on him to take a wife and have sons. He has no brothers who can pass down the position of yixing wang to their children in his place. He must keep up respect and facades for Helian Pei, Helian Zhao, and Great General Feng, as they are his elders. He has recently taken a junior, Liang Jiuxiao, under his wing, and is now, in part, responsible for him.

And the temptations? Napping. I say this unironically.

When Jing Qi wakes up in the 7th life, he wants nothing more than to fool around until his death, just bid his time until his karmic ties can be resolved. It would be very easy to do, considering the favorability that (not) "keeping in his own lane" gets him in the 7th life. Helian Pei dotes on Jing Qi even more than his own sons. He's his 半个儿子, as Helian Zhao puts it. (But also this is the same scene when he's calling himself Jing Qi's da-ge and saying greasy stuff like 北渊，你跟大哥说说 [Beiyuan, tell your da-ge]. Barf.)

But... "keeping in his own lane" also means that, without his interference, the nation will be in danger of falling into the greedy and violent hands of Helian Yi's brothers. Even if Jing Qi lazed around for a decade, he would inevitably have to deal with the much more unpleasant fallout.

It's kind of a no-free-lunch thing. Jing Qi has not earned his right to laze around if he ignores his duties to his nation, and will suffer consequences for it. So, Jing Qi resists temptations, upholds daily social niceties, appeases his elders, and tries to keep Helian Yi as the crown prince. And, in the end, he is rewarded: in making sure Helian Yi ascends to the throne, he now no longer has to worry about negative fallout, and can go with Wuxi to Nanjiang, where he will live a peaceful and happy life.

He slowly divests himself of all these worries by the end of the novel. He still has responsibilities, but suffers less for them. The first to go is his obligation to take a wife and have an heir. This is also, in a way, a direct reward of Jing Qi fulfilling his duties to his nation. But... Jing Qi has always been fond of children, and wanted some of his own. (Now I want to make myself sad. Jiang Xue feelings time.) And he gets a child, eventually. One that calls him Diedie 🥺 Luta is a package deal with his peaceful life in Nanjiang, and is also a "long-term payoff" for his character.

These are Jing Qi's mortal, human troubles and affairs.

Then Jing Qi says:

可畜生不一样，每日操心的不过是活着和吃喝。你养了它, 它平日里看得见的，认得的，也就你一个人。你有外面大千世界三丈红尘，它却只记得你一个人的恩情……

But animals are different; their only worries every day are living, eating, and drinking. If you raise an animal, they will usually only look at and recognize you. There is this great big world of mortal affairs outside, and yet it will remember only your kindness...

(Also, on a tangent, Jing Qi uses 三丈红尘 to refer to the mortal world. Literally means "three zhang of red dust." The "red dust" of the mortal world comes from the poem 《西都赋》 and is talking about dust kicked up from daily life of mortals, from traveling, working, etc. And three zhang because most life is contained within three zhang (like 60 feet) of the ground. Unless you're special and live in the sky, I don't know.)

I imagine Jing Qi is speaking from experience, having been an animal in several of his previous lives. In this context, he is also specifically talking about the sable, as he just asked Ji Xiang if he thinks the sable will still recognize him.

When Jing Qi first meets the sable, the sable's position is very much like his own: holed up in the capital, kept there due to obligation to the nation of Da Qing (poor sable is also a hostage like Wuxi). He immediately terrorizes it, which is very different from Jing Qi promising to burn a fox paper money just after wearing its fur, remembering himself how it felt to be skinned alive in his 5th life. But it doesn't seem that he's too aware of the fact that he is terrorizing it... he claims that all he's done is "love it" and doesn't know why it's afraid of him.

Regardless, the sable is used to being scolded by Wuxi, who is strict with it. So it doesn't bite Jing Qi again, and is very well behaved. When Jing Qi takes it back to his estate, the sabel is far less behaved, and likes to make messes and stress out the household staff... much like Jing Qi himself. But, really, just as Jing Qi said: the sable, though it still loves and misses Wuxi, is now being fed, raised, and cared for by Jing Qi. It has no other concerns, and gets to play and laze about freely.

There's a moment when the sable kills the spy that was placed among Jing Qi's household staff, and Jing Qi is surprised, wondering, "You're really this viscious?" I think there's a case to be made that the sable, much like Jing Qi, can be ruthless, though outwardly does not seem like it. Jing Qi describes the sable as 没良心的 (conscienceless). 良心 (conscience) is also the word that Jing Qi asks Liang Jiuxiao if he knows how to write, and claims that a dog ate his own 良心. Jing Qi and the sable are just 没良心的besties over here.

While Jing Qi spends most of his time in the "mortal world" of Da Qing with too many worries, he eventually comes to be like the sable in other ways: concerned only about living, eating, and drinking, concerned only about one person's kindness. This is also a point in favor of Nanjiang kind of being like the underworld? Jing Qi dies in Da Qing, then lives a peaceful afterlife in Nanjiang, where he is no longer concerned with the great, big 三丈红尘 outside. (+15 Buddhist theme points to Qi Ye.)

Jing Qi fulfills his duties to his nation, dies as a ghost of Da Qing, lets go of his mortal affairs, and is rewarded for it. He gets his peaceful life in Nanjiang, and his worries of humans.

TL;DR, things the sable and post-canon Jing Qi have in common:

Love Wuxi

Loved by Wuxi

Hand fed by Wuxi

Scolded by Wuxi (eat your snake meat, Beiyuan)

No stress about family, friends, elders, juniors

Being ancient (accoording to Liang Jiuxiao)

Disciplined by Wuxi (Luta is traumatized)

没良心的

Get to be carefree and playful and laze about at the end of the novel

Terrorizing servants

#qi ye #jing beiyuan #danny💫#i'm just bullshitting mostly. just like jing beiyuan<3 #but still. some kind of serious thoughts #helian zhao was greasy so so greasy #you are NOT jing qi's da-ge. you're nothing

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helluvabossrewrite45 · 1 year ago

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Man you mentioning Always Sunny makes me even more sad being the tone of humor for that show would have worked perfectly for Hellvua Boss. What could have been...

Definitely. I think the problem for helluva boss is that viv wants you to like these characters but uses the wrong stuff (sad backstories, telling instead of showing us their good traits, tone them down etc...) they show us that their suppose to be sympathetic/to root for and while she can still use them and it can work, it can also be cheap especially if the characters either don't change in the end or revert to the status quo the next time we see them. But even if they dont change or are still unlikable, you can still make them well liked by audiences and 'its always sunny in Philadelphia' is the perfect example of this. People dont like the characters because of their likability or sympathy, they like them because they embrace their unlikability. People tend to like characters embracing their unlikability than characters who are unlikeable that were suppose to like since we're meant to dislike that character so we can have fun with them and their terribleness. This is also one of the reasons people like alastor (like me) because him embracing his asshole self is fun to watch and its one of the reasons why people dislike stolas (also me included) because the show tend to excuse his actions, making it not so fun to watch him being terrible. So the always sunny approach wouldve suit helluva boss perfectly as you said, given that the entire plot is meant to be an episodic dark humoured show around these characters doing a hitman business in hell.

Although if the show is meant to change to a more serialised character driven show, it could use the 'bojack horseman' approach. Many people like bojack despite him being unlikable though the reason for this isnt because he embraces his unlikability, instead its for his more relatable/humane traits that were shown through the show (like the episode 'stupid piece of shit') and i can see that's one of the things viv tried to use especially when she said she watched the show before (making blitzo and stolas good fathers (stolas still fails at that unfortunately)) and the sad backstories given to blitzo, stolas, moxxie and loona. But the key element in bojack that isnt there in viv's work is the accountability. Even when fans of bojack excuse his actions, its not from the show because the show itself calls out bojack, it gives him longer term consequences for his actions. For example, lets compare stolas and octavia to bojack and hollyhock. When holly found out about the prom incident that happened from pete at the party, she decides to distance herself from bojack before finally cutting him out of her life from the disastrous 2nd interview. Its treated as a consequence to his actions and doesnt have holly get over it quickly and so does the other characters like todd who was the first to distance himself from bojack and remained that way despite bojack apologising. Now for stolas and octavia, when stolas apologises to octavia for the cheating incident, she forgives him pretty quickly. Even the 2nd time, she soon forgives him without even an apology, instead it was from loona whose speech was basically 'give him a break, he's trying'. It doesnt give stolas longer term consequences for him to grow, same with blitzo. We constantly see his sad backstory and his more good traits (being a good dad to loona) but we dont see him ever changing, we only see him being tone downed. Given that i mention todd and bojack, blitzo and moxxie have a similar relationship as well (where one 'friend' is the punching bag for the main character who doesnt want the 'friend' to leave because of abandonment issues) but the difference is that todd is allowed to distance himself from bojack despite how bojack would feel, its sad but its a part of his consequences that he can use to change. We dont get any of that for moxxie and blitzo, blitzo apologises and promised to be a better friend but we never see this progression which is a shame. And hell, even bojack changed more than both blitzo and stolas combined. Its slow for sure but the progress is there. We dont see that for blitzo and stolas however, because the accountability part isnt very present for them.

(Sorry for this being too long) My point is that if you want to make an episodic show around bad people, let them embrace their badness. If you want to make a serialised show around bad people, let them be held accountable.

#helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #helluva critique #helluva criticism #helluva boss rewrite #helluva rewrite #vivziepop critical #vivziepop critique #vivziepop criticism #spindlehorse criticism #spindlehorse critical #ask #anon

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wishmemel · 1 year ago

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thinking about back to december from satoru's pov.

"You gave me roses and I left them there to die"

thinking about him feeling suffocated after so many things go awry in his life (with suguru, the higher ups, yuuji, etc.) and him pushing you away because of that. thinking about him not realizing that he needed you more in those moments only because he wanted to make himself suffer by being alone even though you tried to communicate so many times that you were right there beside him. thinking about him knowing that you were trying to be there for him and support him but that only made him feel worse. he thought he'd bring you down with him if he stayed. he knew you felt like a ghost in your shared house and he couldn't do anything about it because he was so absorbed in his own issues at the time.

"So this is me swallowin' my pride / Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night / And I go back to December all the time"

thinking about him breaking up with you in a lonely december when couples are going ice skating and drinking hot chocolate together and staying in cuddling and everything reminds you of him. when the blankets of snow everywhere make you think of his white hair so much so that you start despising winter. thinking about him coming back and apologizing so much that you get frustrated telling him that his apologies mean nothing to you now. thinking about him giving up everything for you, getting down on his knees and begging you to take him back. thinking about how you find him so pathetic now when he used to be your sun.

"It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you / Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine / I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright"

thinking about him leaving you and coming back years later to try to repair everything he'd broken after he left. him regretting all the ways he hurt you, every time he heard your hopeless tears and did nothing about them. him constantly showing up in places where you frequent even though he knows you don't want to see him again. imagine going out to get coffee and he's already there, slouched at a table with both your orders. as soon as you walk through the door, he perks up with the biggest puppy dog smile. him constantly trying to make it up to you through small gifts or big gestures just to see you smile at him again. finding excuses to show up to your apartment. one day you mentioned that your kitchen sink was broken and he stayed up all night watching youtube videos so he could come over the next day and help you figure it out. thinking about you smiling hesitantly at him for the first time in forever and he's dumbstruck, falling in love with you all over again like it's the first time you two are meeting.

"And how you held me in your arms that September night / The first time you ever saw me cry"

thinking about him reliving all your memories in his head over and over again, remembering the way you held him after suguru died. the way you watched the strongest sorcerer cry for the first time, falling apart in your arms. thinking about the way he finally realizes you were the one. you always had been but he'd been looking at you with his eyes closed. thinking about all the ways you must have tried to be there for him, hardly even getting a response from him because he was suffering so much that he didn't even see you there. imagine him being lost in his thoughts and just hallucinating about suguru all the time so much that he'd distance himself from the rest of the world. even you couldn't get past his defences though you tried and the way it ended with him leaving you, mostly because of the way his guilt would eat him up. the voices in his head whispering that he'd lose you the same way if he didn't let you go now.

#anyway if i have to suffer through these thoughts so do all of you #speak now taylor’s version #just came out !! and she slayed #got me thinking about taylor lautner in the music vid and stuff cause he's so fine #jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #jjk headcanons #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru

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jplupine · 1 year ago

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Day 11: Kenpachi Zaraki ~ Primal Play

Pairing: Kenpachi Zaraki x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~4.3k Date Published: October 11, 2023 WARNINGS: 18+ Minors/Ageless get blocked, Dom!Kenpachi, Size Difference, Primal Play, Teasing, Biting, Vaginal Fingering, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, Outdoor Sex, Cock Riding, Praise, Creampie Note: Terms such as pussy/cock/dick/etc. get used. Kenpachi also uses terms like 'rabbit' and 'runt' to refer to Wynter. If that makes you uncomfortable, you might want to skip this fic.

Summary: Kenpachi catches himself a little rabbit.

You can also read it on AO3!

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I was running through the forest as if my life depended on it. This had only started out as training, but it was as if it had become more dangerous by the second. With each strike I blocked and returned, the more amped up he'd gotten.

And now it was as if I'd unknowingly set off a trigger in the massive man. I'd run to get distance and compose myself, but he'd caught up and nearly injured me if I hadn't jumped out of the way of his sword.

He'd turned into a predator once he realized I could put up a fight.

Now I was running to keep him from possibly killing me because I wasn't entirely certain he wouldn't. I had accidentally knocked his eyepatch off- Perhaps that was where I'd fucked up.

I couldn't tell where the monster of a man was. His power made it feel as if he was everywhere all at once. I needed to calm down and think but that was so hard to do.

His maniacal laughter came from the shadows, and I ran faster. Jumping down a hill, I rolled to soften the landing and kept running. His voice began to fade the further I got away.

I had to take a second to breathe and leaned against a tree while panting. Looking around, I checked my surroundings to see if I was truly in the clear. If I could at least outrun Kenpachi until he calmed down, I just might make it out of this with only a few cuts and bruises.

Heavily sighing, I groaned while running a hand down my face. I shouldn't have asked to train with the belligerent captain. Yachiru had told me it'd be a good idea, to get more experience from a fighter that had gone against so many other combatants, but she hadn't told me he could get so into a fight even while just sparring. I shouldn't have listened to her.

"There you are." My eyes shot upward to see Kenpachi crouching on a tree branch. His wild mane of hair only added to the mad look on his face. He had his eyepatch back on now at least which would give me a better chance of escaping. "What's the matter? You're the one who asked to spar!" He threw his head back in laughter, and I bolted.

Going deeper into the forest, I could hear him behind me now. I'd have to be smart about this since Kenpachi was without a doubt stronger than me.

He pounced and crashed against the ground, sending up a cloud of dirt and dust when I barely managed to get out of the way. I used the dust clouds as a screen to change directions without Kenpachi seeing. Running toward where there was more cover, I hoped it would help.

Kenpachi found me again somehow and seemingly appeared right in front of me. I crashed right into his chest since I didn't have time to stop. Taking a few quick steps back, I had to crane my neck to look up at his face due to the height difference.

His wild grin showed off his inhumanly sharp teeth, and his sword was at his side gripped firmly in one hand. In an act of panic, I used my stature to my advantage and dove between his legs to run away.

"Wha- Hey! Get back here!" Kenpachi hollered, but I didn't stop running. I had to do a sudden baseball slide across the earth when he sliced through several trees ahead of me. He tried cutting me off, but I managed to get through before the trees fell.

Leaping over a steep drop, my mind was racing through scenarios on ways I could get out of this. However, a heavy weight crashed into me mid-air, and I went rolling across the ground.

Kenpachi had me pinned in seconds with his hands around my forearms and his massive body over mine. His visible eye was just as wild as his grin.

"You're faster than you look." I felt so small under his intense gaze, and his palms were rough while holding me down. "It's not much fun if you keep running, though." Kenpachi looked near feral and itching to fight, but perhaps I could use his desire for combat to my advantage.

"I want to make this more fair."

"More fair?" He paused.

"Hand-to-hand. No weapons." I swallowed while looking up at him.

"Fine." He agreed faster than I thought he would. Kenpachi let go of one of my arms to sheathe his sword. He then took it off and tossed it to the side before reaching for my sword. Without a care, he unlatched it from my belt and threw it near his Zanpakuto.

When he looked at me again, I realized I'd been staring at his exposed chest and torso. He didn't seem to notice, and I curled up my body to plant my feet against his chest. I kicked with as much strength as I could muster and sent him back far enough to get a running start.

I wasn't sure how he kept finding me since I was hardly even leaving a trail, but I knew I needed to find cover before he caught me again. Without his sword, he was more limited on what he could do, but the beast could still do damage with his bare hands. His fist alone was nearly the size of my skull.

Taking a sharp turn, I slid behind some rocks to stop and think. I was panting and pressed my back against the rock in an attempt to rest as much as possible. I'd at least managed to disarm Kenpachi, but how was I supposed to get out of this without fighting?

He made me feel like prey as he was hunting me down. And that was truly what he was doing- Hunting.

I could see it in his eyes the thrill of the chase even if he said it wasn't as fun having me run. And given how many times I'd managed to get away, I had a feeling he might actually be letting me escape just so that he could try catching me again. Perhaps this was how Yachiru was so good at hide and seek if this was who she was used to playing with.

The sun was blocked out as a massive shadow crept over the ground. Looking up, I saw Kenpachi grinning down at me.

"C'mon, Wynter. Show me what you can do." He grabbed me and tossed me out into the open. I only used the momentum to run, and he chased after me.

I suddenly twisted on my heel and flew at Kenpachi as he was mid-step. Since he had no leverage and no footing on the ground, I managed to tackle him. He looked surprised before grinning from ear to ear again as he swung a fist.

I went low to avoid getting hit, and I felt the wind from his knuckles across my back. If that had landed, it would've hurt like Hell. However, I realized Kenpachi had stopped moving entirely as if he was frozen.

Looking back at him, I saw how close my face was to his with my hands on his bare chest. Some humor could be found in how my hair had apparently smacked him in the face. But that small sliver of humor was smothered by the predatorial gaze boring into me.

I shoved myself up and quickly put distance between myself and Kenpachi. All of this running was tiring me out. If I kept this up, I'd eventually get caught with no way of escaping due to exhaustion.

The large man was on his feet and shook leaves from his hair with little care. Swallowing, I only briefly glanced away to figure out what I should do. If I kept running, I knew I wouldn't last long. Not without slowing Kenpachi down first.

Running at Kenpachi, he grinned and braced himself for impact. I dropped and slid between his legs before twisting and kicking his back. It felt as if I was hitting a brick wall.

He turned and caught my next strike as his hand engulfed my fist. I swung with my knuckles aimed at his jaw, but he caught that hand, too. Kenpachi was about to make a move, and I quickly mule-kicked him in the gut before he could.

He loosened his grip from the hit, and I managed to get free. Kenpachi made a sound like a growl and pounced. I backed away only to trip over a tree root and fall.

He'd moved so quickly that it took me a second to realize he was already over me. However, his expression had gone serious as he looked down at me.

"Pay attention to your surroundings." His tone was steady, and I glanced back to see rocks behind me. There was one right under my head, but Kenpachi's hand had covered it so that I'd hit the back of his hand instead.

"....Thank you." I muttered and meant it. Had I hit the rock, that likely would've cracked open my skull.

"We can't keep sparring if I have to drag your ass to medical."

"You mean you can't keep hunting me." I popped off, and he grinned.

"Is that what you think I've been doing?"

"Uh, yeah." My gaze dropped to his sharp teeth on display.

"What are you? A rabbit?"

"No." I swallowed as my eyes drifted lower to look at his wide neck encircled by a black choker. Why did he have to wear that today of all days? I'd been trying not to think about it this entire time, but I couldn't avoid it now.

This was a terrible moment to have my collar kink triggered. Especially since so much of his muscled torso was visible and he was looking so feral. And this was the worst possible time to start thinking about how Kenpachi was actually checking off several boxes.

I'd gotten distracted as my eyes went even lower, following the curves of his muscles until they disappeared into his shitagi and kosode. Swallowing, I tried not to think too much about his broad thighs resting on either side of mine as he was still on his hands and knees over me.

"Wynter." I snapped out of it as my gaze shot back to his face. There was no way he didn't realize I was staring when I neglected to respond to what he'd said before saying my name. "Run."

"What?" I was caught off guard by his demand. Kenpachi leaned back to kneel while grinning again. His visible eye looked darker since his pupil had widened.

"Run." There was something about his tone that sparked something beneath my skin. He'd been trying to get me to stop running up until now. Why had he changed his mind? "I'll give you a head start, rabbit."

I hesitated while sitting up and backing away. When he didn't move to tackle me, I got to my feet. Kenpachi looked like a beast coiled and ready to attack as he watched me closely.

Turning on my heel, I ran. Something in that moment had changed- or perhaps it had been gradually changing this entire time and I simply hadn't noticed it until now. The air was electrified as my blood rushed through my veins from my heart quickly beating.

The fear was replaced by a thrill as I ran further still. Weaving through trees and bushes, it didn't take long for me to feel as if Kenpachi was not far behind me. His power was overwhelming, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

I didn't even see him coming before he crashed into me with a victorious growl. Kenpachi had me face-down on the ground before exposing the back of my neck as he leaned down.

"C-Captain Zaraki?" I swallowed and could feel his breath. Rather than answer, he bit the back of my neck. The feeling of his sharp teeth against my skin made my breath falter as my hips unconsciously lifted.

My eyes widened now that I could feel his cock against my ass. He was hard and rocked his hips to grind against me.

"Kenpachi?!" My voice cracked from pure shock.

"What?" His voice was low, and he yanked my clothes off my shoulder without hesitation. He bit my shoulder as his other hand went across my chest and slipped into my shitagi to touch my bare skin.

"What are you doing?!" His rough fingers found one of my nipples, and I jolted.

"Don't play stupid." Kenpachi's voice rumbled, sending a shiver up my spine. He littered bites over my neck and shoulder with each nip fanning the flames of arousal. He squeezed my chest in his hand as he tugged on my shitagi and kosode more.

Kenpachi's nips went down my back as more and more skin was exposed. His hand on my chest ventured lower, feeling along my stomach as butterflies fluttered in my gut. He licked up the entirety of my spine until his face was in my hair and he dropped my clothes to the side.

"Such a tasty rabbit." He muttered with his breath hitting the back of my head. His hand reached the belt holding up my hakama and pulled it loose. "Damn. Even your ears are red." Kenpachi nipped one of my ears, and my breath shook.

"Why?" My voice had come out quieter than expected, and his fingers slipped past the hem of my hakama.

"Hm?"

"Why are you touching me like this?"

"Ain't that obvious?" He pressed his hips against my ass harder, bringing attention back to his stiff cock. Sparks danced across my skin, and his fingers found their way into my underwear. "I fucking knew it." Kenpachi sounded pleased when he felt how wet I was.

He suddenly pulled away, and I heard fabric rustling before seeing his captain's hoari hit the ground. I chanced a look over my shoulder and saw his kosode and shitagi sliding down his broad shoulders. His body was unmarred, and the only scar I could see at all was the one going down the side of his face despite all the fights he'd been in.

Just what was he made out of?

Kenpachi started undoing his belt without patience before his hakama slacked down his thighs. The garment didn't fall all the way since it got caught on his erection.

"C-Captain Zaraki, I'm not sure this is-" I was turning over to face him only for him to grab the legs of my hakama and yank them off. "Hey!" I nearly yelped while covering my crotch and pressing my thighs together.

"That bullshit don't work on me." He said while looking down at me and discarding my hakama to the side. "And drop the formality, runt. No one cares if you respect your higher officers out here."

"But-"

"You like it just as much as I do, don't you?" He leaned down to bring his face only inches from mine with one hand on the ground and the other on my knee. Kenpachi slowly grinned while looking me in the eye as he tilted his head. "The hunt. The chase. Instincts screaming beneath your skin." His low voice was close to a purr as his face hovered closer to mine.

I could feel his warm breath against my lips, and my clit was throbbing as I couldn't look away from him. His hand on my knee slid up my thigh, making sparks dance across my skin from feeling his warm, rough palm against me.

"You won't get in trouble for doing what you want to me." His lips were only centimeters from mine now.

"You intentionally kept letting me go, didn't you?"

"'S not as fun if you get caught so soon. I also had a feeling you were more than you let on."

"....I really won't get in trouble?" I muttered while his hand was nearing my hip.

"You really think I'm gonna report you for misconduct? I'm the one that took your clothes off." Once he confirmed there would be no backlash for my actions, I grabbed his choker and pulled him into a kiss.

I spread my legs, allowing his hand on my hip to go between my thighs. Kenpachi nipped my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to allow his tongue entrance. Keeping a hold on his choker, I laid back and pulled him with me. His fingers pressed against me through my underwear, making my breath falter.

Kenpachi made a sound like a growl before ripping my underwear off with ease. He dragged his fingers between my lips and groaned from the wetness he felt. His thick tongue pulled out of my mouth as a string of saliva stretched between us.

"I wore it for you."

"What?"

"The choker you're tuggin' on." He licked his lips like a hungry animal as his fingers circled my core. "Noticed how you'd look at it whenever I wore it."

"You planned all this?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely." Kenpachi grinned while shoving two of his fingers into my pussy. I moaned from the sudden intrusion before he kissed me. His lips were much softer than his hands but just as impatient and hungry. My fingers slid into his mane of hair while his fingers began to thrust.

Kenpachi devoured each sound I made, and his thumb found my clit. My hips bucked into his touch, and my grip in his hair tightened. He kissed and nipped along my jaw, and I tilted my head back just before his lips landed on my neck. His tongue made a hot streak across my pulse point as I shuddered.

His sharp fangs caused goosebumps to rise on my skin, and I craved for more bites as his fingers curled. Moaning as my back arched, I felt his lips go lower. Kenpachi licked over my throat before biting near the base of my neck. He nipped my collarbone and left more bites on my chest.

Once he bit around one of my nipples, he licked the angry mark he left behind after I hissed through clenched teeth. Kenpachi lifted his head and pulled his fingers free. I looked down while panting and saw his cock in his hand. His hakama had come off at some point, leaving his naked body entirely in view.

He was even more of a beast without his clothes. His broad body was a rolling expanse of muscles honed from combat. Kenpachi's thick thighs kept my legs spread as he looked at me with such a feral gaze.

The man was barely hanging on, and I knew I was in for a memorable time.

Kenpachi slid the tip of his cock through my slick to get it wet. His heavy breath sounded almost like a low growl as we both watched him ease his way inside. He was about halfway when he looked at me with a devilish grin. Without warning, he slammed the rest of the way in.

I moaned as my toes curled, and I could feel him deep inside. The stretch was more than his fingers, but it felt good still.

"Looks like I caught me a damn good rabbit." Kenpachi licked his wet fingers and groaned. "Fucking delicious."

"Wait." I panted before grabbing his wrist. Pulling up the hand he was leaning on, I made him fall while twisting to switch our positions. "As much as I want you to go wild, you're big. Gimme some time to get used to it first." Hooking my feet over his thighs with my heels against my ass, I placed my hands on his stomach for better support as I lifted my hips.

Kenpachi slid his hands up my thighs and grunted when I dropped back down. What was left of my inhibitions was slowly fading away with each rise and fall of my hips.

This entire ordeal from the hunting to the close-quarters fighting to get away had tempted a deep secret to the surface. Kenpachi had somehow sniffed it out despite me keeping it hidden as much as possible. I already knew of his reputation, I wasn't a total idiot that blindly took Yachiru's advice. I'd been wanting to fuck Kenpachi so badly my blood boiled, and training had been the perfect presented excuse to get closer to him.

I just hadn't realized he'd been after the same thing until he made it so abundantly clear. I'd unknowingly played right into the palm of his hand.

But I couldn't complain when I was also reaping benefits from this.

Kenpachi's big hands grabbed my hips as I rode his cock and helped lift me. His gaze was locked on his dick disappearing and reappearing from my pussy and coming out glistening wet each time. He didn't care about suppressing the sounds he made and was as vocal as he wanted to be. His moans were low, guttural, and some even like growls. It seemed his only concern at the moment was pleasure.

I was panting and moaning as I picked up the pace. The bites he'd left on me ached in a way that went straight to my pussy and had my clit throbbing. Kenpachi's nails dug into my skin as he bared his teeth like an animal.

Having such a beast of a man beneath me also satisfied another part of me. I figured he was only letting me take the reins temporarily so long as I continued to fuck him and bring pleasure. Instinct, as Kenpachi had mentioned earlier, felt good to give in to.

There was no shame, no fear, and nothing clouding my mind when I only focused on my urges and desires. Being a diligent worker so much of the time, it felt so fucking good to let it all go for now.

I was making a mess of his cock as slick was dripping down his balls and smearing against his pelvis. Kenpachi seemed to feed off seeing it and had a wicked grin.

"You're so fucking wet for me. Good rabbit." He purred, and a shiver went up my spine from the praise. "Think you can take more now?"

"Yes." My reply was breathy, and Kenpachi slammed me down onto the ground to pound into me. A broken moan left my lips before his tongue slid into my mouth. He was starving for every sound while pistoning his cock deeper than he'd gone before.

He had one hand holding my jaw to keep me kissing him while the other was on the ground for stability. My hands slid up his back, feeling his muscles rolling beneath my palms with each heavy thrust. His wild, inhuman pace was overstimulating and making it hard to register anything other than pleasure.

Kenpachi pulled away from the kiss while breathing heavily and licked the drool from my cheek. His lips were on my neck again before he was nipping. My spine arched as my nails dragged down his back, and my moan carried through the forest.

He let my jaw go to start feeling my body and squeezing at intervals as his rough palm ventured lower. Kenpachi groaned into my skin and had yet to slow down. I could only hang on for dear life while my body bucked and clenched.

His hand squeezed my thigh before trailing to the inner side. His fingers eventually landed on my clit, and he wasn't gentle, making my moan just shy of a scream as the pleasure was exploding through my nerves. Kenpachi's tongue lolled out as he was grinning and panting. He was having fun while giving me the best sex I'd had in a very long time.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck~!" I whimpered as my head lolled back and my thighs clenched around his hips.

"You're about to cum, aren't you?"

"Yes!"

"Go on, then. Cum on my cock, rabbit. I wanna feel how hard you squeeze." His voice rumbled as he added more pressure to my clit. Kenpachi thrust only a few more times before I cried out and was drowned under the waves of my orgasm. He moaned and didn't stop fucking me in the slightest.

He was a powerhouse and had me ride out the high. My pussy clenching around his cock is what finally got him to cum as he snarled and held my hip with a bruising grip. Kenpachi's hips snapped into me, and hot cum was dripping down my ass when he finally slowed down to a gentle rut.

I was breathing heavily with my chest rising and falling, and I closed my eyes in an attempt to calm down from the mind-numbing orgasm. Resting my arms on the ground near my head, I then opened my eyes again to look up at Kenpachi.

His expression was more relaxed and he wasn't even bothering to pull out. Kenpachi's hair seemed even wilder after I'd messed it up, and his gaze was on me. There was a thin layer of sweat on him as sunlight peeking through the trees danced across his skin.

"You're pretty."

"Huh?" His brows furrowed more from confusion.

"You're pretty." I grabbed his face to pull him down into a kiss. "Very pretty." Kenpachi looked at me for a second before he burst into laughter.

"Finally, someone noticed." His response made me chuckle. "I'll have your transfer paperwork put together later."

"What?"

"Why would I need transfer paperwork?"

"Because you're joining my squad. You're mine now, rabbit. I caught you fair and square." Kenpachi smirked while looking down at the mess of bodily fluids. "And we're gonna have so much fun."

#31 days of bleach #kenpachi zaraki #bleach #bleach smut #kenpachi smut #dom!kenpachi #bleach fanfic #dom character #oc x canon #kinktober 2023 #lemon #Wolf does fanfic

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slimshaedy92 · 2 years ago

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We need to talk about The Great Gatsby (2013)

We don't have to, but I just watched it, and I want to.

It's been a long time since I watched this movie, and I am a very different person than I was in 2013. At that time, I was a Leonardo DiCaprio stan from the Man in the Iron Mask days and I hated Daisy for not choosing Gatsby over her ain't shit husband.

I owe her an apology, and also Nick is gay and in love with Gatsby.

Nick

Real talk that's me with any crush I've ever had.

Nick is just a guy. Poor, wants to be a writer, happens to have rich family he can hang around with and just kind of watch in silent awe at just how rich they are. Loves Daisy, doesn't understand why she wants her daughter to be "a little fool" etc. Then he meets Gatsby, after partaking in the mountains of gossip to be had about him with Jordan (lesbian? I think so). When he meets Gatsby, it's pretty much one of the top ten movie scenes of my life. Perfect score, perfect cinematography, over the top visuals, and Leo being as charming as anyone could possibly be in the year of galaxy leggings and mustache finger tattoos.

Nick instantly falls in love. With that entrance, I would have too.

How do we know he's gay?

Uh, how many people tried to set him up with women?

Daisy

TOM

The sheer distance he's trying to put between himself and Myrtle's sister? Yes they kiss later but this man is plastered by that point.

Also this feels significant I just can't...put my finger on how.

Anyway, Nick meets Gatsby and

This is the face of someone who has just had an awakening and doesn't know what to do about it.

Throughout the rest of the movie, his motivations are influenced by his rose-colored feelings for Gatsby.

Daisy

One of the first things Daisy does when she sees Nick again is tell him about her daughter's birth, and in that story, she gives a lot of context for her emotional state at the time.

Tom wasn't there, "Tom was God knows where *she glances towards Tom* with God knows who" and when the nurse told her it was a girl, she cried and hoped "she'll be a beautiful little fool. That's the best thing a girl can be in this world."

Daisy isn't stupid. She knows what Tom has been doing and will continue to do, but even as a girl from a relatively wealthy family, she's been told what to do her entire life, and as a woman pre-1974, she can't even get a credit card on her own.

Into her life, here comes this charming soldier who sweeps her off her feet in the greenhouse before he's shipped off to war. Presumably she doesn't hear from him and being a debutante pre-modern age, she's expected to marry and do it quick. Tom shows up, she falls in love, and then on her wedding day she hears from Gatsby and immediately wants to call off the wedding. She was willing to stop everything for him when he told her "Wait for me to make something of myself". Stupid thing to ask someone to do, but she was willing to do it at first. Since she wouldn't show anyone the letter, the bridal party probably wore her down and she got married because that was the expected flow of things.

When Daisy and Gatsby see each other again, sparks fly, etc etc, they fall back in love. She does, anyway. There's some very different stuff happening in his mind, but we'll get to that. Daisy eventually says, "I wish we could just run away," and Gatsby gets this weird look on his face and says "Run away? No. Daisy darling, that wouldn't be respectable."

Sir.

Let's unpack that real quick because it's an indicator of things to come.

Daisy has found this guy that she pined for secretly for years and is willing to drop her whole life (theoretically- really doing it is a lot scarier) and run off with him, but Gatsby says what? No. No way. We have to keep up a good image. Image is extremely important to Gatsby and he'll keep reminding us of that.

Gatsby

Ahem.

This man is a walking red flag. We start with his origin story which of course he only shares with Nick (have you ever been in love with your bestie and felt super special when they confided something in you and you alone?) where he's born dirt poor in North Dakota and as soon as he has enough brain cells to rub together, he rejects his parents because no way someone as important as him could be born into this life. The delusions start early.

Later, he meets Captain Cody and, seeing an opportunity to climb the social ladder, becomes his sailing son hoping that when he dies, he'll inherit Cody's money and finally be a rich guy. As Nick later tells this, he says that Gatsby "showed ambition" and was "robbed of his inheritance by Cody's FAMILY".

The rose-colored glasses are thick.

When he meets Daisy, sure yeah falls in love, when he first kisses her he's like ope we're married now in my heart. Leaves to the army but not before realizing that if he's gonna be a social climber, he's gonna have to do it alone. Can't marry her yet. Instead, he sends her a letter expecting her to wait for him for an undisclosed amount of time until he can make some money.

She, a southern debutante in the "prime" of her life (can't become a 21 year old spinster, can we?) is expected to just. Sit around without telling her family she's waiting on a poor boy that's definitely NOT from one of the "illustrious families" they saw at her debut, but specifically "new money" which no one likes. Tom ticked all the boxes and he was there at the time. Gatsby just missed his chance.

Before asking Nick to arrange the meetup between him and Daisy, Gatsby lists off a clearly false life story to Nick as well as parading his connections and awards so that Nick "approves" of him enough to sit him down with Daisy. He thinks that his status, wealth, and great life story matter to this guy who has....none of that. When they do meet for tea, Gatsby has AN ENTIRE FLASH MOB to completely makeover this cottage that Nick is literally just renting in order to make an impression so insane that Daisy is momentarily worried that her cousin really did fall in love with her.

When Nick, Daisy, and Gatsby hang out at Gatsby's place for the day, Gatsby makes a show out of everything he's built (for her, you shout- yes I hear you but like buddy you're coming off a little strong) from the overly complicated orange juice machine "I like anything modern" he says *eye roll* to the camera at the beach. As Daisy dances in the hall of his mind-bogglingly huge house, Gatsby says

Like she's a set piece or an accessory- which she is! Gatsby has a grand image planned for his life and Daisy is just a part of the set- a doll in the dollhouse that he can wave in front of everyone to show how respectable he is.

The Hotel Room

I hate this scene because it's literally a dick-measuring contest between two men arguing over who Daisy actually loves. The entire thing is uncomfortable and you can see that Daisy is about to implode from stress. She's been told what to do her entire life and mostly done it to avoid conflict. Now Gatsby is asking her to make a DIRECT CONFLICT.

The face of a gay that knows shit is about to go DOWN

Gatsby immediately goes to Daisy's side, grabs her hand, and starts FLAUNTING their relationship in front of a big ol' beast of a man.

"She never loved you. You see, she loves me," this big-britches boy says before completely divulging their entire love story to a man that does not want to hear it in front of Daisy who PROBABLY DOESN'T WANT TO SHARE IT.

Tom starts to argue back ABOUT DAISY'S FEELINGS with Daisy right there. "Nah Daisy loved me when she married me and she loves me now-" "No, no, I'm sorry Mr. Buchanan, no" DAISY IS PHYSICALLY RIGHT THERE Y'ALL maybe let her talk I don't know.

"She DOES love me and what's more I love Daisy too. Now once in awhile I go off on a spree, but I always come back." When he says "I love Daisy too", you see a small change in her eyes. Hope. She did love this guy when they got married and it hurts every time he cheats so this is the face of someone that's falling for the sudden love-bombing of an abusive husband.

When Tom says oh I always come back, she changes her tone only into a victim that's finally got enough support and anger to say how she feels. She lays out some dirty laundry as SHE SHOULD.

Her anger rises and she runs to the window to get some air because holy shit she's EXPRESSING HER ANGER and it's SCARY but she needs to process this. Instead of letting her feel her feelings, Gatsby is already past this to where she proclaims her undying love and they move into his castle together.

"That's all over" no it's not- it's literally happening right now. "Tell him you never loved him and this will be wiped out forever."

That's what Gatsby wants- it's not what she wants. She has a whole kid that did happen, and she has happy memories that DID happen. He doesn't care about that. When she tries to do what Gatsby wanted, Tom pushes back by listing specific memories of him treating her at least marginally well, which hurts her because she did love him and probably still does. "I love you now, isn't that enough? I loved him, but I loved you, too." NO. He almost snaps at the "too" because how could the great Jay Gatsby be second to anyone in the heart of a woman he was (spiritually) married to while he climbed the social ladder?

There's more to talk about, but let's just look in at the end real quick.

Gatsby dies thinking Daisy was going to call. Honestly, probably the best thing that could have happened. How would he have handled her rejecting him or running from him after the violence he showed with Tom? Nick tells him "you're worth the whole lot of them together" which he objectively is NOT considering that his real goal was image and he did whatever it took to get that. At his funeral, Nick sits with him and hates everyone else for not being there, especially Daisy. "From Daisy? Not even a flower" he says, when she literally can't even get a credit card on her own. He calls her (and Tom and Jordan) uncaring people that wreck everything, but Daisy was afraid. She'd been told what to do and who to be her entire life in a world that (unless you're a celebrity like Jordan or the movie stars at Gatsby's parties) expects you to submit to a man in some way. She was pressured into probably every decision she ever made in her life, and when Tom showed her kindness after the car accident, the deal was sealed. He offered comfort, the life she knew, her daughter, and safety. Gatsby was the only one that showed potential for physical abuse and that frightened her more than the emotional neglect she'd become used to.

Also Nick is gay and was madly in love with an idealized version of Gatsby because while this man tried to bully his cousin into being his trophy wife, Nick only said "damn that man can really hope."

Anyway.

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