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r0-boat · 16 days ago

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Whb 7 Kings react to sick!reader

WHB x Fem!reader

Sfw but suggestive thanks to several demons.

This post is a gift for @notquitebunnie

But all can read!

To anyone who is sick and finds this rest well! Make sure to eat and drink plenty of water! :)

This is a Headcannon formatted like a storyline! All devil and their parts written will be out of order to fit the plot!! Please enjoy~

Intro:

Did you think just because you were in hell you were safe from the cons of human mortality... Well maybe you did. Until you where woken up by the churning nausea You felt in your stomach the metallic taste on your tongue as your mouth screams for water. But as you turned to get up you crushing feeling of weakness and a searing migraine hits you like a train.

Your nose was stuffy, and it hurt to swallow, Your body ached and you somehow felt cold. You wish you never woke up as you tossed the sheets back over your body cocooning yourself.

But that sweet, sweet relief of peace didn't last long, as your bedroom door slammed open. The lock on your door snapped under the pressure of being forced open, and the loud noise made your head throb. Oh God, how could you forget where you are and who you surround yourself with?

Satan

The human who usually comes for the breakfast and tea Sitri prepares every morning has not even shown up. Sitri was way more pressed about it than Satan who just told Sitri to fuck off. He knew what it's like The sleep inn. Sometimes, your body just doesn't feel ready to get up yet. "Eh fuck off. You're worrying too much... Being 10 minutes late ain't going to kill you..." But then Sitri replied. " When I press my ear to the door that's Solomon usually keeps locked her heartbeat was about 30% faster than it usually is!"

Satan cussed under his breath. This is a human we're talking about—a human the angels are gnashing their teeth to kill. A faster heart rate is a good sign of stress, and if the daughter of Solomon is stressed, there must be a reason. Maybe checking in on her wouldn't hurt.

Caring little for the new lock she installed on her door, he practically beat the door off its hinges as he stormed into the room with Sitri in tow. "HEY! WAKEY WAKEY WOMAN!"

Satan yells as he marches over to your bed carelessly grabbing the sheets and tossing it off. As soon as he saw your body curled up wincing in pain trying to hide your eyes from the bright light he immediately sensed something was wrong. Immediately his harsh tone softens But on the inside his boiling hot rage only increased, seeing her like this made his blood boil. "Is everything all right?!" He hissed through his teeth as his hands quick and urgently checked for any wounds. "You're not physically hurt... What the fuck?"

With a pissed off grow your weak voice managed to tremble out "get out Satan! Trying to fucking sleep I don't feel good..."

Getting yelled at by you was always a treat as he felt his heart flutter, but there were more concerning matters at play. "Fuck no I'm not getting the fuck out. What's wrong with you? Why do you not feel good?!"

You knew screaming at him would just encourage his behavior so you just stayed silent putting the pillow over your head trying your best to ignore him.

Despite you telling him to leave you alone Satan stayed in your room all day on his knees his chin resting on the mattress He looks like a kicked puppy waiting for its master has he pestered you with all kinds of questions that you couldn't nor cared little to answer. "Did you eat something bad?"

"no."

"Is it poison?"

"no."

"are you sure you didn't get stabbed or shot or-"

"No!"

...

... "Is your pussy shedding?"

*irritated sighs*

Mammon

Satan didn't want to do this but he had no choice. if it had something to do with Solomon wants to send it it was a national hell-wide issue. But to not cause complete chaos he couldn't just release it to the public that's something was wrong with Solomon's daughter. So for now he told someone who's he's the closest to.

And he regretted it instantly.

Satan: I think our human is broken.

SilverSpoonBitch: ???

Satan: *sends a picture of a sick human lying face down on the bed.*

SilverSpoonBitch: Maybe she is finally tired of being around poor people.

Satan: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS I BEEN TRYING TO ASK YOU FOR FUCKING HELP CAN'T YOU JUST COME OVER WITH YOUR FANCY LITTLE GADGETS AND SHIT AND TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IF SHE DIES I'M KILLING YOU.

Mammon came as quickly as he could his helicopter landing right in front of Satan's palace. Instead of a warm welcome he was instead screamed at by a tiny flee.

"CAN YOU FUCKING TRAVEL HERE NORMALLY?!" Satan snarled the way his hair was standing on end and his back was arched to reminded Mammon of an angry kitten.

"Relax my tiny terror. The helicopter is here for a reason. How else am I going to get here with all these things... You told me to bring whatever I could to see what's wrong with her, did you not?" Say no only answered with a growl as Bimet steps out the other side of the helicopter. "Also your majesty Satan. Could you provide us with extra hands? "

...

Great, more noise—that's exactly what you needed. You heard whispered voices coming down the hall. You fake sobbed to yourself as you pressed harder into the pillow. The door that you spent precious time and energy on and also risked the tea you had for breakfast propping up just tipped back and slammed onto the marble floor. You heard Bimet's voice first. "I've seen her look bad wearing hobo rags but never like this... "

Mammon hummed putting a hand to his chin "indeed She looks like she's in pain? Are you sure you checked for wounds?"

"I TOLD YOU FOR THE LAST TIME I DID SHE'S IN PAIN BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK THE WOUND IS I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THERE IS ONE!?"

Fuck you Satan and you're loud ass voice.

Mammon then chuckles. "Oh you innocent little thing... Have you ever thought about internal bleeding?!" Sitri and Satan's eyes widen as they never thought about that before.

Bimet chimes in with a proud smile "His Majesty Mammon and just blessed you with his wealthy knowledge! Your majesty, you are truly a gift to this world!"

Mammon gets closer You felt his big hands on you, normally you would be more than okay with this but today all you wanted to do was crawl into a hole and never be seen again as you felt his strong hand stroking all over your body trying to find where you might have damaged something inside you. When his fingers pressed on your stomach your eyes shut open. You felt it. The churning in your stomach finally winning you over the devil's watched with wide eyes and shock as you sprint to the bathroom attached to your bedroom life your life depended on it. You didn't even care closing the door as everything you tried eating and have drank goes down the drain. You've never seen such a look on Mammon as he scoops you up off the bathroom floor cleaning your mouth with his own clothes. You putting you back in bed.

"This is serious..." Mammon growls. "I didn't feel any internal bleeding... But when I pressed over her stomach that's what she did. I know very little about stomachs and food... Buuut we know someone who might..."

Beelzebub

Beelzebub Who is leaning against the door just called out to the devil's in front of him "You called?" He said with a sly smile as Mammon and Satan turned around to face him. "The hell did you come from?" Satan asked.

"I mean I was just wondering around but it was hard to miss the giant golden helicopter flying above me. " Beelzebub said his finger twirling to mimic a helicopter.

"So what's happening here?" He asked walking over to your bed sitting on the mattress next to you gently rubbing your side.

"We don't know. I found the daughter of Solomon like this. I thought someone was hurting her. There's something wrong, but we don't know what it is." Satan explained as Mammon continued. " I thought it might have been internal bleeding since Satan found no wounds. So I checked her body for it, but when I pressed on her stomach, she threw up. " Beelzebub's eyebrows furrowed immediately. "Has she eaten anything?" He asked, and Sitri shook his head. " No, Solomon didn't come down for breakfast. It looks like she drank some of the tea I left for her. But It doesn't matter now since She threw it all up. "

"could you prepare something to eat please? Of course she would probably feel pain in her stomach if she doesn't have any food in it. And she probably feels weak because of it as well. "

Satan and Mammon ordered their second in command-to prepare something. The devil Kings continued to discuss and fill in each other today. All this chatter was seriously not helping, as every now and then you would grumble and turn as much as Beelzebub's constant stroking on your back felt good. It was getting old pretty fast. The way she was tossing and turning her eyes glute shut The three kings decided to add another into their mission as Beel pulled out his phone to text an old friend. "You think he'll respond?" Mammon asks leaning over to look at the text message between Beel and Beleth.

"ya, I know Beleth Will respond but... Belphegor. Ehh It will be a while till he gets here."

Sitri comes in with hearty meats from barbecued pulled pork to premium steak then some lambs do with chopped and stewed potatoes. Bimet comes in with stressed rice dishes and grilled fish. Cooked and even plated to perfection Even some smoked salmon and caviar.

You are not hungry in fact the opposite just smelling the food in the room was making You want a hurdle

"Solomon's not eating..." Says a worried Sitri as they watched you for a while only for you to do nothing.

"obviously she's too weak She's gone too long without food we're going to have to feed her."

That sentence from the king of gluttony made you wince without your blanket of protection you just weekly tried to fight back as all you wanted to do was sleep. "Please can I please just go to sleep!"

"Solomon you can't not until you eat something!" Sitri spoke softly trying to spoon feed you a piece of steak but being careful and not being too forceful.

"our methods aren't working... And we don't want to hurt her." Satan hissed.

"I know just the guy that will make her eat." Beel chirped.

Leviathan

When he heard that something was happening to her. They made it sound like she was dying and at first they thought they were just exaggerating until he saw the state she was in.

He wanted to kill and maim everyone in the goddamn room as soon as he saw her. She looked like a disaster She looked like she was already one foot in the grave. "How could you fucking leave her like this?!" "How long was she like this!!"

They tried calming Leviathan down and explaining the situation.

Levi's and stomped over to your bed sliced a piece of something grabbed your face forcefully and tried to force your mouth open.

"You will eat this goddamn food and you will like it!!!" You are screaming back at Leviathan as the two of you start fighting. Every last bit of your strength you could muster from this hellish morning trying to fight off the one bastard you did not want to see today. You look toward the five other devils in the room, screaming for help. Only for them to look to the side, ignoring your cries for help.

"It's for your own good Solomon" Sitri muttered.

When you finally ate some by courtesy and help from your dear Leviathan.❤️

You laid down on the ground catching your breath. For a moment the king's watched you finally thinking they could arrest before you launched up running to the bathroom once more.

"This may take a while..." Beelzebub sighs

"if her body isn't cooperating then we're going to have to force it" Leviathan hissed getting a dark look in his eye that made you shudder as Mammon princess carried you back to your bed.

Belphegor

Belphegor finally arrived on Beleth's back; when he finally entered the room, he woke up with a yawn and a stretch. Beleth set him down on a nearby chair before walking up to Beel. "Sup, your majesty," He says, giving him a handshake. "Aye! I'm all right. Have you tried the stuff I sent you?" As the two talked, Belphegor scooted his chair closer to your bed. " Hm? Sooo... What's goin on?" He leaned to the side, his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his hand, occasionally closing his eyes for a power nap as they explained. "So the girl just needs sleep eh? Why'd ya call me then? Just close ya eyes, ain't hard. "

"You think she hasn't tried that already we would watch her go to sleep and then wake up. Plus it's hard to sleep when she's rushing to the bathroom every hour."

"did ya feed her?" He asked.

"yep, the finest foods from Tartaros. Didn't matter. She wouldn't keep it down" Mammon answered.

"Well, shit... Anythin puts me to sleep so I ain't sure how to deal with this." Belphegor muttered studying your face You look lethargic but not sleepy

"tsk! Can you be any more useless??? Can't you just use your power to put her to sleep?" Levi's and said his arms crossed his foot tapping.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Majesty Leviathan." Beleth piped up Make it his way to the other side of the bed His hand running through your hair as he pet you. "if we try that she might not wake up for years maybe even decades."

"Okay so that's out, So What the fuck are we going to do sing her lullabies?!" Satan growled

Belphegor did smile and chuckle at the joke but turned to Beleth "This thinking is hard, You got any ideas?"

Beleth Who was petting your head rolled his hand over your forehead His eyebrows creased as they pressed harder taking your temperature. "Your Maj, She's hot..."

"okay no shit?" Belphegor responded His eyebrow raised.

"No your Maj, I mean her temperature. Kind of reminds me of that Christmas cold she got a while back; remember, When she was hotter than a desert in a summer drought."

At this revelation Satan snarled clutching his fists. "So she's holding back her desires again?!"

He stomped forward tearing his white top clean off already but Mammon stopped him "Your eagerness is welcomed but She might already be too far gone, She can't even keep food down I've never seen a Christmas cold do that but can't be good."

"IT'S WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO TO STAND THERE WHILE SHE FUCKING DIES?!" Satan screamed this time grabbing Mammon by the collar.

Belphegor already nodding off mumbles "Eh, Maybe you just need someone so lustful that it could cure her even like this."

Someone so lustful...

They all knew who he meant by that but none of the kings wanted to acknowledge him. But it had to be done... For your safety...

Asmodeus

Devils from Gehenna either coward in fear or immediately presented themselves in front of the king of the last as he made his way toward the room where he was called to do his 'work.' This was hardly the time of year to even catch the Christmas call, but who is he to complain? The six Kings, the six th buffoons, called upon him to do a task he possibly cannot refuse! So, despite women and men alike throwing their naked bodies at him, it pained him, but he had to refuse, for someone far greater waited for him.

He was already ready when he entered the room, wearing a red bathrobe and a leather case containing God knows what. The Kings stepped out of their way as he walked forward, literally in the middle of loosening his robes before getting a look at you. His eager smile disappears and is replaced by a concerned and confused look. Despite how hard he was, and believe me, he was fucking rigid. You can't expect them not to be, getting a call from the 6th most handsome devil in all of hell offering him to fuck the one woman you desire and all the world while they watch. A dream come true. But... What he was saying was not the symptoms of a Christmas cold...

"Um... excuse me, but could you mind filling me in on what happened today?" The devils were just as confused as he was, so they relented. They told him everything: the weakness in his body, the refusal to eat, the constant puking, the agitated mood, the heavy breathing, the sweaty body, everything.

And Asmodeus was staring at them eyes wide in silence.

The slut was too stunned to speak.

He stood there in silence until it finally broke but with a wheeze

And then laughter.

Not just laughter.

He was dying.

He laughed so hard that he was trying not to cough. He held his stomach, trying to keep his composure so he would not be on the floor.

He had tears in his eyes as the six kings watched as the king of lust laughed his ass off for 5 minutes before finally regaining composure and wiping the tears from his face. He tied up his robe, grabbed the blanket that had been discarded on the floor this whole time, and sat on the bed with a softened look, tucking you in.

"Are you truly this foolish? Or Is your knowledge of humans this lacking?" He asked as he looked back at the six, trying to hide the anger and embarrassment of how hard he laughed. Before Satan was about to yell Asmodeus continued. "This is no Christmas cold, nor is it a curse; she's not hurt from the inside and the outside, well, not physically... I think she's just sick. Plain and simple. "

The room was silent. And Belphegor was sleeping (possibly wanting to be woken up after the sex is over.)

"I've seen plenty of devils get sick before none of them act like this?" Leviathan questioned pointing to all of you in a slight condescending tone.

"well that's the thing my pretty princess, It's that humans immune systems are not as strong as a devil's. We are sick for hours rarely a day but when humans get sick they They can be sick for possibly days..."

He explains while his gentle hands look over at the barely eaten food keep picked up a small empty bowl getting a spoon scooping up some white rice and some miso soup to mix it together. Something light and good for the stomach.

"Here, my dear,, these animals won't bother you anymore. " He spoke in a soft tone. At first, you were frightened upon seeing him, but seeing his softened gaze and his kind, almost nurturing smile as he held what looked like something you could actually handle, You got up and started eating the miso plus white rice concoction. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't entirely good either, but to your sick mind it was the best thing you've ever had to eat all day.

Asmodeus then picks up the empty cup of tea taking up the tea bag taking out the hot tea bag and the dry tea leaves as he poured a cup of now lukewarm water. "Drink this to, It's water it's not much but you're probably thirsty."

You barely mouth a thank you before taking the cup.

Now, the devils were too stunned to speak as someone they thought would be the most useless ended up helping you. Leviathan was beyond pissed. His face was contorted with pure envy as if that was the same food he tried to force you to eat. Asmodeus got you to eat with little effort and a smile.

And honestly Satan was relieved. At this point anything would have helped, well he was angry at mostly himself for pretty much failing you and just making whatever what's wrong with you worse. Beelzebub was nodding along He didn't take an account that certain foods just won't settle well. "I understand though,"Asmodeus hummed as with his gentle hands eased you back to bed.

"I remember being just like all of you when my late wife pregnant with our first of many good morning sickness. Hehe~I thought I was about to lose her and my child." He reminisced to no one in particular. Before turning back to the group of devils

"I would advise you get a doctor as well. It's not serious. But a medical professional is always handy. "

"call Lucifer!" Leviathan barked a Satan was already on his phone. "Okay okay! God damn!"

Lucifer

Lucifer was pinching the bridges of his nose. Hearing the entire story if they thought it was a Christmas cold why didn't they call him before? He asked but he probably already knew the answer to that.

He didn't normally do personal visits but this was different. With a bag he got out some tools It wasn't much but it was enough for a diagnosis.

"looks like the flu. A common human virus. Mutates every year so humans try to get flu shots every year." He said.

"I would recommend going to the human world and getting this." With a piece of paper and a pen he writes down certain kinds of over the counter medicine and drugs. "If they have it in hell don't give it to her. Those kinds of drugs probably wouldn't be suitable for the human body. Oh and also-"

As he talks to himself he writes down the kinds of food she could eat and what else she could do.

"Her symptoms should last 5 to 7 days, I believe. If they last any longer, don't hesitate to call me." He says. He looks over at your face, and now you are breathing calmly. You finally have drifted off to sleep. A flicker of a smile graces his lips as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

Epilogue:

And with that, the great hell crisis was over... Well almost... You still wouldn't be able to get your beloved peace and quiet as you got many visits from many devils of the 72 over those seven days, some bringing care baskets while others home-cooked meals. Even those from Abbaddon who cannot leave their cells mailed you sweet treats and very saucy letters.

As much as it heavily irritated you about how horrible it was to wake up with seven loud and screaming adult men. But you knew it was out of a place of care.

Silly devils; never change.

#every time I write beleth and Belphegor dialect I lose one year of my life #whb #what in hell is bad #wihib #what in “hell” is bad?#whb x reader #whb belphegor #whb leviathan #whb lucifer #whb mammon #whb beelzebub #whb asmodeus #whb satan

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raspberripop · 4 days ago

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tantrums & scoldings

bodyguard!Sung Jinwoo x princess!Reader

summary: where reader gets a bodyguard for always sneaking out and now that Jinwoo was the reader's bodyguard, reader will probably throw a tantrum due to how Jinwoo always seemed to be doing a good job not letting her sneak out.

Fluff, maybe eventual smut if theres more parts of this

note: I am completely new to writing so please be aware if there's anything like wrong grammar and misspellings!

sidenote: I copy pasted that summary from my intro (pinned post) and changed it a bit cause I was too lazy to write it again lol

enjoy!

"Princess, you've been sneaking out again." The king spoke in annoyance, on the inside he already managed to find the best bodyguard but he didn't show you your bodyguard, yet.

"And?" You simply replied, as if he was just a mere person as the king ordered you.

"Back to your room, if this happens again I'll actually get you a bodyguard." The king ordered, his voice kind of irritated but his words were like too late, he already bought a bodyguard and ordered him to stay in the shadows till you try to escape.

Just when you were about to go down after preparing to go down the rope, someone pulled you back, not roughly, but firmly as you heard a voice behind.

"Fine." You huffed, crossing your arms as you walked back to your room.

You dressed up in a form fitting dress, wearing low heels since you were planning to climb down and a bow, clearly you were gonna go to a party.

"Not happening, princess." The voice spoke, you turned around to see a man in a suit, your eyes meeting his gray eyes and his sharp features.

"Uhm, who are you?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as you tried to budge out of his embrace, it unsurprisingly failed.

"Sung Jinwoo, your bodyguard." He replied calmly, pulling you more firmly against his chest as if he knew you were gonna try escaping as he assessed your form.

"Uh huh." You replied flatly.

"Yes." Jinwoo spoke, looking at you with a look that said if you wanted to go somewhere you know you can always ask right? but you really didn't even want to ask, and telling how he saw, he sighed.

"Okayy, 'Sung Jinwoo'. Can I go somewhere?" You spoke, still trying to budge out of his arms, it still failed in the end.

"And it's a party, I suppose? You'll have to bring me with you since it's the king's orders." Jinwoo replied, aware of the fact he can literally feel your waist and that you were wearing a form fitting dress.

"And if I don't?" You questioned him.

"You don't get to go to the party." He spoke after you finished speaking.

"Fine you'll be there."

"Heyy! Who's this hottie?" A girl asked, roaming on Jinwoo's form in an appreciated manner, her gaze fixed on his face.

"My bodyguard, just here to protect." You replied, shooting daggers at Jinwoo for a moment before internally sighing.

"Sung Jinwoo, her bodyguard." Jinwoo said flatly, his expression still unreadable as he glanced at you, questioning you if to use your status or just your name.

"Yeah, my parents didn't want me sneaking out as always and they had enough." You spoke, glancing at Jinwoo, giving him a look that said name, not status, Jinwoo.

"Ohhh, is your bodyguard available to hit up then?" The girl replied, obviously she was still gonna try even after she got rejected.

"No." Jinwoo and you both spoke in unison, looking at the girl.

"But—"

"He isn't allowed to." You spoke calmly, cutting the girl off as you shook your head.

"Please?" The girl pleaded.

"Not allowed." Jinwoo said flatly, taking pleading as not an answer.

"Pretty please?" The girl pleaded once more.

"Plead once more and I will flush you down the toilet."

"Nevermind." The girl left as soon she finished her sentence, as if not wanting to get flushed down the toilet.

"So, drinks?" Jinwoo suggested, clearly trying to push away the situation.

"Sure." You spoke, heading towards the bar with him, you weren't a fan of alcohol, you've tasted it once but it tasted gross to you so you plainly ordered juice, Jinwoo ordered just a whiskey.

"You're into alcohol?" You questioned him, noticing how he drank the whiskey he ordered.

"Alcohol doesn't affect me at all." Jinwoo replied to your question, finishing the whiskey as he put it back on the bar along with your drink after you finished drinking your juice you ordered.

"Uh huh."

"Second time you've said that, princess." He spoke, still using the nickname princess even if you both are on a party.

"If you manage to reveal my status I will personally make you bald no matter the consequences." That shut him up real good.

"... Sorry." He apologized, not wanting to become bald, surely his charm will disappear as soon as his hair is gone.

"Good." You said, secretly smiling that you finally got him to shut up.

more parts soon if you guys would like, future smut too in this bodyguard!Sung Jinwoo x princess!Reader if I ever want to make more parts!

fanart not mine!

cutie jinwoo i did also think of making cat!Sung Jinwoo x Reader! based off this picture

byee :p

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clownprincehoeshi · 3 months ago

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Bad girls get punished

Synopsis: He told you not to come to his concert so he can concentrate. But you've been a bad girl and came anyway, and now he'll have to punish you later.

Pairing: idol Hoshi x fem reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: oral, sex, penetration, denial, ruined orgasm, creampie, nudity, dom Hoshi

Word count: 2421

Information: This fancam inspired me to write this fic. I just had to.

Minors don't interract!!!

“Does he know you’re coming?” your friend asked

“What if I say no?” you answer, scrunching your nose

“So he told you not to come because he will lose his focus and you’re still going? Giiirl!!”

“I mean, how bad can it be?”

You don’t know the answer to that either, because this time you’ve got vip tickets, so you’ll be in the first rows, watching your bf on stage. It’s not your first time, the only difference is that you always had tickets and sat in the back, just so you won’t be a distraction.

Still, maybe you are being too mean, wearing that deep cleavage top that drives him crazy. To top it all, no bra, and if the other members (that don’t know about you and Soonyoung yet) ask you to jump to aju nice, you’ll have to jump, right?

Yeah, 100% you’re out to get your poor bf.

Lights go down and the intro starts. Fear. One of your favorite songs. Chills run trough your whole body and it’s a pretty new feeling comparing to the other times. You’re so close to the stage, music so loud, crowd going crazy.

For now, you’re trying to stay low, a cardigan covering your upper body, carat bong in front of your face. You think you’re being really smooth.

But as they perform Fear, he notices you, even when you’re trying to pathetically hide. Of course he would notice you immediately, he could recognize even your shadow out of thousands.

At first, he got a little stressed because you were like in the 3rd row, but he thought it will be fine. You looked decent, quiet, staying put in your little chair, even trying to keep low. Maybe he even thought it was a little cute.

But as soon as Ash started (another favorite of yours), shit went down. Your cardigan disappeared; it’s like it never existed. Hands in the air, crowd on their feet, dancing and screaming. Of course you were standing too, dancing. Bouncing. Boobs practically out, bouncing too. For everyone to see. You knew what you were doing.

Soonyoung tried not to look your way after he first saw you and it was all fine. Until it wasn’t. One glance. One just one tiny glance, he thought. Big mistake. His face said it all.

He saw you bouncing, with a mischievous grin on your face. You were wearing that top he likes so much. It’s tiny, barely covering your tits, a baby blue with tulle fringes and glitter. Your lips glossy pink and your hair long and flowing over your shoulders.

The look he gave you was utter shock and disgust. Your smile was gone in a second.

“Girl, I think you’re cooked. Did you see how he looked at you?” your friend shouted in your ear

You got a little worried, not going to lie, but made the decision to continue with this innocent act.

But he knew you were not innocent. He knew exactly what you were doing and he knew he had to take measures later, when you’re alone in his hotel room.

He tried so hard to concentrate on the performances, he really did. But it was so hard not to look at you. There you were, playing with his patience and his mind. He forgot some steps here and there, got left wordless when members asked him something. It was a mess. He was a mess tonight.

Concert was over, fans started to clear the venue. You sat on the chair, waiting for the crowd to dissipate more. While you were sat, your phone vibrated inside your jeans pocket. You take a look and it was from your bf.

00:17 (Soonyoungie): My car, the back entrance, 30 minutes. My driver will get you in.

Well he does sound pissed. But this is what he gets for not spending time with you in the last 2 weeks. 2 weeks!!! You haven’t seen him at all in person, just trough videocalls every day.

You tell your friend that you’re going to meet him, so you say your goodbyes and head toward the back entrance. Will take a while, since there are still fans trying to get out of the venue, but at least you have 30 minutes to waste.

As you approach the back gates 20 min later, you see his driver and you wave at him to come get you (good thing he knows about your relationship with Hoshi). He leads you to the car and you get in the back seat and sit quietly. Takes another 15 minutes until Soonyoung opens the car door and throws himself next to you.

“Hey Soonie!”

He just looks at you annoyed and scoffs. Then his eyes go over your body, now covered with that cardigan and says “Look who’s not naked anymore”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous” you say smiling

“Dude, I made so many mistakes on stage tonight. Aaand! And! I had to keep hearing the members talk about you whenever we had a break. They were practically drooling. How do you think that made me feel?”

“First of all, don’t call me dude, wth. Second, not my fault they have eyes.”

“Did I ask you not to sit so close to the stage?”

“Yeah, but you are being ridiculous with that”

“Ridiculous? Ridiculous? Pffff, I can’t believe you”

Now he’s fuming. He turns to face the window, trying to calm himself.

“Oh, come on, baby, don’t be mad at me. Nothing bad happened and it’s not such a big deal” you tell him, while trying to hold his hand.

But he tells you to let him cool down for 5 minutes. The ride to the hotel is short, but it feels like hours. You pout the whole way and he doesn’t even look your way, not even once, since the car started.

The driver pulls in the back of the hotel where it’s dark and there are no crazy fans waiting. Soonyoung grabs your hand and pulls you out of the car, starting to walk fast toward the elevator. He can’t think anymore. People could see the scene and it would be so obvious that you’re his gf.

“Slow down! And wtf, someone might see us” you whisper-shout at him

But he says nothing, his demeanor cold and his face serious.

Once you reach his room, he enters first, dragging you with him. Shoving the door behind you, he pushes you into it and you yelp in surprise.

He grabs both your wrists with one hand, pushing them over your head, glued to the door, like your whole body. His own body coming so close to yours that you can feel the heat radiating from him.

His breath on your face, looking into your eyes with anger and lust.

“Did you think you’ll get away with the little scene you pulled there?” he whispers into your ear, and your knees go weak

“I wasn’t trying to make a scene”

Hearing you lie in his face, he lifts one leg, pushing his thigh between yours, making you open them.

“I thought I’m going to hear apologies, not lies”

His free hand starts to unbutton your cardigan and in seconds it’s on the floor. You know where this is going and you’re trying to prepare yourself for some hard teasing.

He rips your pretty top off, making you whine. You’re about to scold him for it, but he doesn’t let you finish your sentence.

“I’m going to buy you 100 tops, but you’re not allowed to speak unless I tell you to”

And just like that, his mouth is all over you. First, your neck, then your tits. He’s really not holding himself back, as he takes them into his mouth, sucking on them like there’s no tomorrow. You can’t help but moan desperately.

Then his free hand travels down, reaching your jeans, unbuttoning those too. He would rip them off also, but that’s almost impossible right now. He’s pushing them down, exposing your panties.

His hand immediately sliding under them, exploring your wet pussy.

“What did you think it would happen? Fuck you right there in front of everyone?”

“I…uh…shit” you moan with no logic. His touch feels too good for you to form words.

“You can’t even think right now, huh?”

He’s pushing one finger in and your walls already squeeze around it, making you feel so pathetic and weak. Then two, working them in and out, slowly, not trying to make you cum.

“Is this what you wanted? Something to fill your greedy little wet cunt?”

But all you can give him is a “no”, low that he almost misses it.

“No? Then maybe…you want your cute little mouth to be filled?”

As he’s starting to rub your clit too in the process of fingering you, you’re already gone. You’re just a big mess of moans and whimpers.

But then he takes his fingers out of you and he stands straight.

“On your knees!” his voice so low and breathy and sexy

You get on your knees and look up at him with innocent eyes, waiting for next instruction

“Don’t look at me like that, you’ve been such a bad girl this time. Now be a good girl for once and suck!”

And you do exactly that, licking and sucking as good as you knew. All that while keeping eye contact.

He pushed your head against the door and told you to stay still for him. Your hands were grabbing his strong thighs, as he slowly started to fuck his fat cock into your mouth. He loved the feeling, those pretty lips around the tip, that tight throat squeezing him so good.

Now was not the time for him to be gentle. Oh no. You need to be punished. And although he knows you’re enjoying this too, he’s just starting. The punishment will feel sweet in the end.

His pace became faster and harder, your little mouth getting fucked like it’s nothing. Your teary eyes are looking at him, almost wanting to say that it’s too much for you. But you like him to use you like this.

Feeling satisfied with the way you took him in your mouth, he pulls out and walks to the bed, leaving you there, breathless and with teary eyes.

“Crawl to the bed and lay on your back” his voice demanding and rough

A warm feeling takes over you, pussy clenching around nothing. He’s never been this rough before, but why do you love it so much?

So you start crawling toward the bed, getting up and laying on your back.

“Spread your legs”

And you do so, even if your face feels hot and you’re so embarrassed right now. He notices the way you’re getting shy and he smirks. Usually, he would shower you with compliments and right about now he’d get on his knees to eat you out.

But you don’t get that today, when you’ve been so bad.

He comes between your legs, and while pressing on your thighs to spread them more apart, his cock starts to slide inside your cunt. One slow push and he’s balls deep, exactly where he wanted to be since he laid his eyes on you in that little top tonight.

He doesn’t move, instead, he leans over and kisses you hungrily, one hand going around your throat, squeezing it.

“Soonyoung-ah, please. Fuck me!” your voice so fucked out and weak

Then you reach out to touch him.

“Don’t you dare! Keep those hands up over your head. You don’t get to touch me tonight”

“But…”

“I said, keep them up! Or I’ll stop everything and send you to your room right now”

He sounds serious about it so you listen. Even thought you’re dying to touch him, feel his hot skin under your palms, his hard muscles, his soft hair.

“Good girl” he whispers, as he sees you obey

Just then, his hips start moving back and forth, slowly. He really wants to mess with you. His hand wrapped around your throat getting tighter, and you feel like going insane. Your orgasm already so close.

But when he feels you start to clench around him and shake, he pulls out.

“Noooo, don’t stop!!” you whine

“You don’t really think that you’re getting to cum tonight, do you?”

He’s laughing at you, knowing he just ruined your orgasm. Straightening himself up, his hand still around your throat, he loves this view.

You’re so fucked out, so ruined, and he wants to ruin you more. So he watched as his cock slides inside you again, this time hard and fast, all the way in, making you gasp.

Now his movements are fast, fucking into you like an animal.

You start moaning his name on and on, close to your orgasm once more. But again, he pulls out right before you can cum.

Soonyoung has no idea how he managed to last this long, considering he was so worked up since the beginning of the concert.

In seconds, he pushes inside you again, this time with two goals in his head: not letting you cum and him reaching his orgasm.

And that’s what he does, keeping a steady fast pace fucking you, while looking down at your fucked out state. He knows he just ruined you and he could see how bad you needed a release.

He could feel you starting to squeeze him again, so he started fucking you faster until he spilled his cum deep inside that wet cunt that he loves so much.

Now, usually, he would crash his body over yours, hugging you close, kissing you, for a few minutes, before getting up. Then you feel him pull out and get up, just as you were this close to see the gates of heaven.

He took pity of your whiny state and he leaned in to kiss you.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum. I told you.”

“You can’t be this mean.”

“If you can, I can too” he says while walking toward the bathroom “You going to join me for a hot bath and you’re going to whine some more here alone?”

As much as you hate this, you had so much fun, that you’d do it again. You’d get him this angry again, just for him to ruin you like this. It’s fine, you’ll ride him later and get your release. You’ll wake him up in the middle of the night with his cock buried deep inside you, he loves that shit.

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #hoshi #hoshi x reader #hoshi smut #hoshi dom #kwon soonyoung #soonyoung x reader #soonyoung smut #soonyoung dom

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stinkysam · 10 months ago

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Serge “Frenchie” - Bad movies.

Warning : nsfw, long ass intro, semi public sex (can we still call it that when there's just another person in the room ?), spit for lube, no protection, blowjob (giving), edging, breath restriction (?), humping, slight degradation/praise

Genre : smut

Synopsis : You're in hiding with the boys in a basement in the back of some random store, and private moments are most definitely not private but it doesn't seem to be a problem for you and Frenchie. Aka Hughie hears more than he'd like to. During season 2. Idea by @jadenisdead

Reader : male (you/yours)

While Butcher, M.M and Annie were at their respective places, you, Hughie, Kimiko and Frenchie stayed hidden at the back of some store watching movies for movie night. But everything that was playing turned out to be bad.

You sighed, bored. By your feet, sitting on the floor was Hughie, fighting hard to not fall asleep, his head resting on your knees. Leaning on your shoulder was your boyfriend Frenchie with Kimiko's head on his lap, eyes closed. Clearly, the movie was not entertaining at all and soon Hughie had enough.

“Well, I uh, I'm going to bed.” He said, clearing his voice before yawning while stretching as he got up. “Not that it's boring or anything, but uh…”

“It's boring.” You replied frankly with a nod. Frenchie humming in agreement absentmindedly, probably more lost in his thoughts than whatever was going on on the screen.

“Yeah… It's a disaster.” Hughie slid his hands in his pockets, giving the TV one last glance, a last chance to give him something not boring, but alas his wish wasn't granted, so he left.

You thought for a second and decided to go as well. You kissed Frenchie’s cheek and told him you were going too. He smiled and nodded.

You reached your bed, it was small but at least you didn't sleep on the couch or on a mattress on the floor. Though most of the time Frenchie was sleeping glued to you rather than in his makeshift bed.

You could still see the TV from where you were and after a few minutes, you saw Frenchie get up, put what seemed like a blanket over Kimiko and joined you, leaving the TV on in fear the lack of background noise would wake her up.

As usual, you moved closer to the wall to give him some space and opened your arms, letting him crawl into them, laying on top of you instead of by your side, his head resting next to yours.

“Well, that was uh… how to say… ennuyant.” Frenchie said with a grimace, quietly. He looked at your face when you turned your head toward him, nose to nose.

“Wanna do something better ?” You wiggled your eyebrows in a joking manner, though it was barely seen in the darkness of the basement. Even during the day and with every light on, it was still rather dark.

Frenchie squirmed a bit, trying to find a comfortable spot before answering, curious.

“And what do you have in mind, huh ?”

“In my mind ?” You kissed his forehead sweetly. “Ton cul.” You smiled, your hands suddenly grabbing his ass, earning a chuckle, quickly his hands went under your shirt, exploring.

“But, il y a Kimiko et petit Hughie. Doesn't it bother you ?” He whispered, though he already knew your answer.

“Et toi, ça te dérange ?” Your smile could be heard in your voice. “Kimiko dort depuis un bail, et Hughie… je suis sûr qu'il est déjà out.” You kissed his forehead once more while your hands wandered under his clothes, caressing his hot skin, feeling the scars on his back. “Plus it never stopped us before.” You pointed out, now kissing the top of his nose.

“C'est vrai. But not around the boys.” He argued, his hands grabbing your face to pull you into a proper kiss.

“But is it really around the boys if it's just two of them ? Asleep ?” You said, still smiling as Frenchie pulled away from you to remove his shirt, you quickly did the same, throwing them on the floor.

“Mais je suis pas contre.” He closed the distance, regaining his spot against you. “I just don't want them to…” He shook his head. “Hear.”

“Then be silent.” There was a hint of laughter in your voice, as you kissed his cheek, mocking him a bit. “Ou petit Hughie ne sera pas capable de te regarder dans les yeux.” You pouted and nudged him, faking a saddened voice, and though he couldn't see it, he knew you were still smiling cheekily but before he could say anything, you bit his cheek, making him yelp loudly.

“Aie ! Shhhh !”

“Don't shush me, you're the one making noise.” You laughed quietly before yelping as well. He had pinched your left side.

“Now who's the one making noises, huh ?” He asked, proudly, as he backed away from you, resting on his elbows, still on top of you.

“Oh, je te promet, that will be you.” You giggled before kissing his lips, your hands roaming once more over his body.

“...Mmmh, peut-être.” He admitted, chuckling, making you laugh as well before pushing him off of you, Frenchie now laying under you, close to the edge of the bed.

You crawled backward toward his legs, pulling his pants down, kissing your way to his pelvis, taking your time, his eyes never leaving you, one of his hands landed on the top of your head.

You gently grabbed his dick, jerking him at a steady pace. He sighed, closing his eyes, head resting against your only pillow.

“Remember, no noises. Like in ‘A quiet place’.”

Frenchie snorted.

“You didn't even watch the movies.” He laughed, looking back at you. You flicked his balls with your middle finger and he hissed loudly, grimacing, looking at you with a frown. “Hey !” He whispers-yelled.

“I still know what it's about.” You retorted.

“Okay, okay… Désolé.” He sighed, more turned on than upset over the flicking.

You kissed his tip, making a trail down and up his length before wrapping your lips around it. It didn't take long for him to be fully hard, one hand massaging his thighs slowly while you started to bob your head up and down, your other hand taking care of his balls. You could hear Frenchie squirming and letting out small gasps and hisses occasionally.

The hand on your head guiding you to go faster, fucking your mouth, your teeth threatening to scrape against his dick, which you did from time to time, just for fun, just to hear his voice get louder for a second.

Then you decided to slow things down, wanting to annoy him so he wouldn't get what he wanted so easily and quickly.

“No, don't stop.” He complained, but you didn't listen.

You pulled away, going back to kissing his wet cock and his thighs, even nipping and sucking at the soft skin, leaving small red marks while your hand jerked him slowly then quickly, then slowly again. Each time he was about to come you pulled away, not touching him until he had calmed down and was ready for more.

Of course more pre would appear, coating your hand and his own dick, making a bit of a mess.

After a while, Frenchie seemed to have enough of this chasing game.

“Please- please, please, please, let me come, mon cœur…” He begged, trying his best to stay quiet but each time you denied him made him louder. You didn't know if he was aware of that and if he still cared about it, but you sure weren't going to tell him to quiet down.

“What a pretty boy.” You cooed, enjoying the view, kissing his inner thigh.

His dick kept twitching and throbbing at your touch, wanting more, wanting to feel the sweet release. But you didn't want him to reach it yet. You gave him your index and middle finger to suck instead, his open mouth letting more moans come out freely. Then you pulled them out, slowly dragging them down to his ass, pushing them in. He groaned at the sensation before starting to adjust to it.

You fingered and jerked him at different paces, watching as Frenchie struggled to move his hips accordingly, chasing both sensations. You continued to tease his tip with your tongue, trying to draw shapes or words on his shaft, drooling a bit on your chin and on him. You kept stopping every now and then, not wanting him to cum just yet, his angry red cock leaking with beads of pre-come looking absolutely delicious.

Then you stopped everything. Frenchie's head snapped up to look at you, confused with a fucked out expression, before seeing you remove your pants.

“Tourne-toi.” You simply said and he did as asked. “Good boy.”

You exhaled when you wrapped a hand around your own dick, not caring if Hughie could hear you as you jerked yourself, Frenchie's eyes were on you, watching your every move. Then you stopped, you spat on your hand and smeared it on your cock before spreading his asscheeks open and slowly pushing yourself inside him. You sighed, loving how snug he felt around you, he hummed loudly, trying to ignore the stinging feeling, closing his eyes.

You caressed his ass, before leaning closer, leisurely bucking your hips into him. With each thrust you were rewarded with quiet grunts and gasps, sounding so pretty.

Your hand went around his throat, holding him up against you, not enough to choke him, but enough to disturb his breathing, making him breathe and pant loudly.

He accidentally let out a loud strangled moan as your tip tickled his prostate, and you angled yourself so it happened again and again. His dick was rubbing against the mattress, smearing pre-come onto the sheets and himself.

More moans and gasps escaped his lips, grunting as he struggled to breathe comfortably, and if you listened closely, you could hear him babbling. A mixture of whispered “Please, please, please.” and “Need to cum.” mingled together.

He came like this, shooting ropes of cum under himself, unable to warn you beforehand, and claiming it happened too quickly.

But instead of stopping you continued moving.

“T'es vraiment une pute, hein ?” You hissed. “Pas capable de prévenir.”

“Désolé, je suis désolé.” He whispered, voice raspy.

You squeezed his throat a bit more so it would be more difficult for him to breathe, releasing him every now and then and soon enough he was hard again, from your dick continuously fucking him and his rubbing the sheets.

“Be a dear and warn me next time.”

Frenchie nodded quickly.

He could feel the wet stain of his cum on the sheets under him, his cock rubbing against it, smearing it even more as more pre came out.

You continued touching his prostate with the tip of your dick, ripping moans after moans out of him.

“Shhhh, what if Hughie hears you ? Or if you wake up Kimiko ?” You whispered in his ear. “Mh ?”

“Please.” Is all Frenchie could say, eyes closed and grimacing. He felt so close from cumming, again. He needed it.

“You want them to hear how much of a whore you are ?”

“S'il te plait, mon cœur. I can’t do this anymore.” He urged, voice straining and a bit louder than he had intended to.

“Je t'ai posé une question.” You stopped every movement, wanting to make your point across.

“Don’t stop, please.” He groaned, annoyed, trying to move his hips against you to get something.

“Frenchie.” You said sternly but he didn't answer. So you pulled him closer against you by his throat, completely stopping him from breathing. “Do I need to repeat myself ?”

Came out of his lips a little and weak “No.”

“Then answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, quoi ?”

“Oui, je veux qu'ils entendent à quel point je suis ta pute.” His voice was still straining. Frenchie coughed and breathed loudly once you let him go, though not completely as your hand was still holding him close to you.

“You see ? Was that so hard, my love ?” You said, caressing his side, rolling your hips against him as he shook his head “no”.

Knowing he was being loud, he quickly put a hand on his mouth to muffle any sounds that could come out of him.

“Put that hand away, love.”

Even if it took a few seconds, Frenchie still obeyed and took his hand away from his mouth. Letting his trying-to-be-quiet moans fill the room slowly. And soon, your own moans could be heard as well, a sign you were close to cumming.

“God, you feel so good.” You whispered quickly, feeling him clench around you as if he was trying to suck you in.

“I'm gonna cum.” Frenchie said, voice trembling, eyes closed as he was lost in the pleasure, trying to move under you, chasing his high.

“Go ahead, pretty boy.” You replied, kissing his ear as you tried to reach deeper into him, fucking him thoroughly. “I'm close too.”

Moans fell freely out of his lips as he came, more cum pooling under him as you shot yours into his ass.

Gasping for air and sighing loudly, you both slowly regained your composure, you pulled out and fell to the side, on your back, Frenchie still on his stomach.

“You think they heard us ?” He whispered, nudging you with his elbow, turning his head to look at you.

“Last time I checked, Hughie wasn't deaf.” You whispered back. “Right Hughie !?”

“Shut up, leave me alone.” Hughie replied, clearly upset.

You couldn't help but laugh, and quickly, Frenchie followed.

“I'm sorry, mon ami.” He said, in between laughter. “I simply thought that you were asleep.” He added, defending himself.

Hughie ignored him, too pissed to think properly of a comeback.

“Why are you not asleep ? At this hour ? Mh ?” Frenchie asked, moving his head in his direction.

“Maybe because you two are being obnoxiously loud, and fucking in my presence ?!”

You couldn't help but laugh again, your hand resting on Frenchie’s back. But Hughie continued.

“I'm sorry if sounds of fucking is not what I fall asleep to.”

“I do, sometimes.” Frenchie admitted, chuckling happily.

“It's because you're deranged, my love.” You said, kissing his head.

“It's like your huh… ASMR videos.” He argued, now turning toward you. “Think about it.”

“No. No it's not. No it's not. The context is different.”

“Why are there videos of people moaning quietly or kissing the mic, huh ? Or not safe for work ASMR, mh ?”

You looked at him, dumbfounded.

“You know an awful lot for someone who doesn't like it.” You finally said.

“You're just in le dénis.” You could tell Frenchie was smiling, confident in his statement.

“Can you just shut up ?!” Hughie said loudly, too tired to condone more of this, his pillow folded to cover both his ears. “Or go debate somewhere else about… About porn ASMR or whatever !”

He was no longer grimacing in horror, now staring at the table in front of him with an empty look and a hint of hatred. He had troubles sleeping since Robin's death and joining the boys, he's had enough trauma with how many guts he got on himself on a daily, he estimated it simple enough to not ever think he'd find himself in the situation where he'd hear two of his friends fucking while he's trying to sleep, a dozen of feet away from them.

Frenchie looked at you and shrugged.

“Bonne nuit, then ?”

“Met d'abord la couverture pleine de jus par terre.” You said with a laugh, pushing it off from under you. Instead you heard him get up, walk naked in the room as Hughie groaned in annoyance, probably closing his eyes to not accidentally see Frenchie naked even though it was too dark to see anything, before coming back and putting the cum stained sheet on the floor.

“I got us another one.”

Traduction - Translation :

Ennuyant. - Boring.

Ton cul. - Your ass.

Il y a Kimiko et petit Hughie. - There's Kimiko and petit Hughie.

Et toi, ça te dérange ? - And you, it bothers you ?

Kimiko dort depuis un bail, et Hughie… je suis sûr qu'il est déjà out. - Kimiko's asleep since a long time, and Hughie… I'm sure he's already out.

C'est vrai. - It's true.

Mais je suis pas contre. - But I'm not against it.

Ou petit Hughie ne sera pas capable de te regarder dans les yeux. - Or petit Hughie won't be able to look you in the eyes.

Oh, je te promet. - Oh, I promise you.

Peut-être. - Maybe.

Désolé. - Sorry.

Tourne-toi. - Turn around.

T'es vraiment une pute, hein ? - You really are a slut, huh ?

Pas capable de prévenir. - Unable to warn.

Désolé, je suis désolé. - Sorry, I am sorry

S'il te plait. - Please.

Je t'ai posé une question. - I asked you a question.

Quoi ? - What ?

Oui, je veux qu'ils entendent à quel point je suis ta pute. - Yes, I want them to hear how much of your whore I am.

Le dénis. - The denial.

Bonne nuit. - Good night.

Met d'abord la couverture pleine de jus par terre. - First, put the sheet full of juice on the floor.

#male reader #m!reader #the boys #the boys x male reader #the boys imagine #the boys frenchie #frenchie #frenchie imagine #frenchie the boys #frenchie x male reader #the boys tv

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blkkizzat · 21 days ago

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day 112947403 of waiting for a small crumb of the nursery….im the number one fan of the nursery 😣❣️💢 please miss kali !!!!!

KIMIIIIII MY LOVEEEEEEEEE! I think the nursery is like 3rd or 4th on my list rn jksdfvjhsbd.

but ok ok! how about a taste? this is the very beginning, the intro to p3 before the last flashback, most of p3 is a flashback too, with p4 fully being in the present.

Hopefully this can hold you over!! i love u down so bad that you love the nursery sm, its the story i hold dearest. 🥹💕

THE NURSERY P3 TEASER... m.list

"FUCK YOU AND FUCK THIS RING!" Toji whips his head to see your balcony door slam open and you march out, on a mission. Anger burned across your delicate features as you wound up and threw what he assumes to be your engagement ring off the balcony. Tch, so the rumors were true? Sukuna had in fact proposed.... Is Sukuna threatened by him he’d even promised to marry you, eh? But even you eloping with Sukuna wouldn’t have stopped Toji now. “The fuck did you just do woman!?” Sukuna’s voice thundered from inside the condo, though he didn’t bother stepping outside. Still, Toji lowered his cigarette and shifted deeper into the shadows—just in case. “YOU WANNA DOG ME TF OUT!? THEN YOU SHOULDN’T MIND PLAYING FETCH!” You stomp back inside the balcony door still wide open. “You crazy ass woman, that’s ¥3,500,000 you just fucked away!” With the door open, Toji could hear your argument loud and clear—he’s sure the entire building could. In the past he wondered how Yuji with a front row seat, seems so unaffected by your and Sukuna’s constant bickering. However, It wasn’t until recently that Toji discovered the noise-canceling headphones you bought for Yuji—the kind designed for babies at loud events—shielding him from his parents' arguments and keeping him blissfully unaware. Once you’re with him, those headphones will be unnecessary, though he admires the thoughtfulness. How you went out of your way to protect your child and he knew you would have the same consideration for Megumi too. Truly, you will make the perfect wife. It had been exactly a week since Toji had learned that information though, and he’d rarely seen you—nor had he even spoken to you since then. Toji hadn’t fucked up this time though. In fact, quite the opposite. His last encounter with you had gone better than Toji could have planned for. But yet the fact still remained that you had been dodging him for the better part of a week. Ordering groceries in, having the concierge bring up your mail and the polite yet hasty greetings on the rare-chance (it wasn’t by chance, Toji had accessed the building's security system cameras) he’d run into you in the hallway when necessity meant you had to leave. You’d even been avoiding his nanny’s calls for playdates—something that had been a regular occurrence for the past month and a half since the grocery store trip. It's not like he didn't have your number to contact you himself but he couldn't risk it with Sukuna around. Toji was growing impatient—but he wasn’t reckless. He knew you just needed time to process everything. Time to catch up to what he already saw coming. To what was inevitable. You were falling for him. Fast. Faster than even he had expected. Still, he kept replaying that moment—again and again—searching for anything he might’ve missed. Some small misstep. Something he could correct to move things along. To tip the scales just enough to make you his for good. Time was always of the essence with Sukuna in the picture, but Toji still couldn't underestimate him. It's a given that Sukuna would catch on soon enough... However, Toji expects it would be far too late by then.

whatcha think? excited for p3?

Toji in the beginning is referencing a situation that will happen in the next flashback hehe. the ending to this chapter is a gag tho so im taking my time with it.

#ೃ༝💌⁀➷ 𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉мαιℓ #ᥫ᭡•❤ 𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉мσσтѕ #queen kimi #teasers #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #jjk teaser #the nursery #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji x you

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ericshoney · 1 year ago

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Pranked! ~ Brother!Colby Brock

Over the past few weeks, your older brother, Colby, had been doing many little pranks on you and you had finally decided it was time to get your revenge, with a little help from Sam.

"He's going to lose it." Sam said, once you told him your idea.

"It will be funny. Don't worry he won't think it's you, if that's what your worried about." You said.

Your idea was the classic pregnancy prank. Your boyfriend, Jack, was in on the prank too in case Colby was to call him.

"I know that!" Sam exclaimed, making you giggle.

You pulled out the fake positive pregnancy test, smiling at how realistic it looked. Sam shook his head as he got his camera ready to record for you.

"Hey people of the word it's your favourite Brock here! Today with the help of my lovely assistant, I'm pranking Colby with the classic pregnancy test! My boyfriend is on the prank too, so let's see how this goes." You said, giving a quick intro as Sam moved the camera to hide it.

Sam then hid the camera for you as you sat on the sofa, before shouting for Colby. Your brother soon came in looking confused at your "sheepish" face. You hoped your acting skilled paid off.

"Everything okay?" He asked, looking at Sam, who was playing his part.

"I....I have some news." You began, as Colby sat down next to you.

"Okay...." He said slowly.

You then handed him the pregnancy test. His eyes widen as he saw the fake positive result.

"Your.....Your pregnant?" He asked in shock.

"Yeah....I missed my period this month, thought I was just going to be late but I guess not." You said with a nod.

"It's Jack's right?" He questioned.

"Of course, I called him this morning to tell him." You half lied. You had called Jack, but only to say it was all a prank.

"Wow....It's just a lot. I mean....are you excited? Happy? Worried?" He asked quickly.

"I'm not sure." You mumbled, biting the inside of your cheek to not laugh.

"What do you think?" He asked, looking at Sam.

"I'm as shocked as you are, bro." Sam answered.

"I....well I want to say congratulations, but I also want to say why the fuck didn't you use protection." He called.

"I...I do have something else to say." You said.

Colby looked at you as a large smile appeared on your face, confusing the male.

"It's a prank!" You shouted, jumping up and grabbing the camera.

"What!" Colby shouted in shock.

"I'm not really pregnant, brother!" You responded, laughing along with Sam and his confused and shocked face.

"Fuck!" He shouted, making you both laugh more.

"You were in on this!" He added, pointing at Sam.

"Obviously! I love a good prank." Sam replied.

"So was Jack." You added.

"Wow, just wow." Colby said.

"Got you back big brother!" You shouted cheerfully.

Colby smiled and shook his head as you did a quick end to the video, feeling proud of your prank.

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The Fatus: a Jhea fanfic.

Chapter 1: Intro

May 9th, 2025 6:13 PM

The black SUV rolled to a slow stop outside a quiet, unmarked warehouse on the outskirts of town. The place was inconspicuous, tucked between shipping docks and forgotten freight containers. But inside, it was anything but empty.

Jey Uso sat in the passenger seat, his right knee bouncing. Adrenaline still burned in his veins. His twin brother, Jon, gripped the steering wheel with a grin that hadn’t left his face since they sped out of that airport lot.

“Can’t believe we pulled that shit off,” Jon muttered, shaking his head.

Jey smirked. “Believe it, Uce.”

In the back, three matte-black suitcases sat, their zippers stretched tight around the weight of their contents—one hundred million dollars in unmarked bills, stolen clean from an international cash transfer shipment. The job had been flawless. No loose ends, no unnecessary bloodshed. They left behind confusion, not bodies. Just how Joe liked it.

The warehouse doors creaked open before they even knocked. A man in a tailored black suit waved them in, expression unreadable. No words were exchanged as they were led past crates and metal tables toward the back room, where Joe Anoa’i waited.

Joe sat at the head of a long table, surrounded by trusted men. His presence was undeniable, the room bending to his will. He leaned back in his chair, cigar in hand, watching as the twins entered.

Jon set the first suitcase on the table. Then the second. Then the third.

Joe exhaled a slow stream of smoke. “Open ‘em.”

Jey flicked the latches. The moment the lids cracked, the room filled with the scent of ink and fresh money. Stacks upon stacks, neatly arranged, untouched. The sight alone had some of Joe’s men shifting, murmuring among themselves.

Joe let out a low whistle. He leaned forward, dragging a finger across the stacks before letting out a chuckle. Then, just as quickly, his expression turned serious. He looked up at the twins.

“This,” he said, voice steady, “is history.”

Jon grinned. “Damn right.”

Joe stood, rounding the table. He clapped a heavy hand on Jon’s shoulder, then Jey’s. “You two just pulled the biggest job this family’s ever seen. No hiccups. No heat. I couldn’t be prouder.”

Jey exhaled, the tension in his chest easing. Joe’s approval meant everything in this life.

Joe turned to the men in the room. “We celebrate tonight.”

The energy in the warehouse shifted immediately. Excitement buzzed in the air as Joe barked out orders for a party—high-end liquor, music, women. This wasn’t just a win. It was a statement.

Jey felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out, his lips twitching into a real smile when he saw the name: Demi.

Rhea.

His wife. His partner. His ride-or-die for the last ten years.

He stepped away from the noise, answering on the first ring. “Hey, baby.”

Her voice came through the line, smooth but sharp. “Tell me you’re still breathing Joshua.”

He smirked. “More than that, ma. We just made history.”

There was a pause. Then, a soft laugh. “You always do.”

Jey’s fingers brushed over the scar on his wrist—one of many reminders of the life they lived. The risks they took. But tonight, they’d won.

“Get home soon,” she murmured. “I’ll be waiting.”

Jey’s grip tightened on the phone. “Count on it.”

As he turned back to the celebration, the weight of the night settled in. They weren’t just two brothers pulling jobs anymore. They were kings in the making. And with Rhea by his side, Jey knew—this was only the beginning.

—

Joe Anoa’i’s San Diego estate was alive with celebration—champagne flowing, music thumping, laughter echoing off marble floors. Members and associates of the Anoa’i-Fatu crime family indulged in every vice available. Conversations shifted between business and pleasure, deals being made over glasses of whiskey, women draping themselves over powerful men.

The scent of money, liquor, and marijuana filled the air. Cigars burned slow in crystal ashtrays. Lines of coke were cut on glass tables, disappearing as quickly as they were laid out. Notorious B.I.G.’s Party and Bullshit blasted from the speakers, the bass vibrating through the walls.

Rhea stood off to the side, leaning against the polished bar as the bartender slid her a tequila pineapple. She reached for it, but before she could grab the glass, two strong arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her clean off the ground.

“Baby, put me down,” she huffed, half-annoyed, half-amused.

Jey laughed against her shoulder, the deep, rich sound sending a familiar warmth through her. “Nah, not yet.”

She turned in his grasp, facing him now, her arms looping around his neck. His dark eyes were hooded, a mix of liquor and adrenaline still running through his system, but he was sharp—always sharp.

Rhea smirked. “You’re feelin’ good, huh?”

Jey’s grip tightened on her waist. “We just made history, ma.”

He leaned in, claiming her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. The world around them faded—just for a moment. Here, in his arms, was the only place that ever felt right.

When they pulled apart, Jey brushed his thumb over her cheek, voice low. “You proud of me?”

Rhea took in his face, the sharp jawline, the inked-up skin peeking from his unbuttoned dress shirt. This was the man she married at eighteen. The man she built an empire with.

She tilted her chin up. “Always.”

Jey grinned, then grabbed the tequila pineapple from the bar, pressing it into her hand. “Then drink up, Mrs. Fatu. We celebrating.”

Rhea took a slow sip, letting the burn coat her throat. “Just don’t get too drunk, ‘cause you know I hate driving your ass home.”

Jey chuckled, pressing another kiss to her forehead before pulling her into the chaos of the party towards the couches.

Tonight, they were untouchable.

Rhea sat beside Jey on the plush leather couch, her arm draped lazily over his shoulder. His hand rested on her thigh, his fingers idly tracing patterns against her skin as he leaned back, relaxed. The party roared on around them—cocaine being cut on the glass table in front of them, glasses clinking, deals being made between men who ran the streets.

Jey was basking in the moment, in the glory of the job, in the feeling of being at the top. But Rhea? She was always watching.

That’s when she saw her.

A blonde—tall, slim, clearly trying too hard—sauntering her way toward them.

Rhea exhaled slowly, setting her drink down on the table.

She hated this part. The way some of these women were too stupid, too reckless to understand that Joshua Fatu wasn’t an option. He wasn’t a bachelor, wasn’t available for small talk or flirtation. He was hers. Always.

Jey felt the shift in her energy before he even saw the girl. His fingers stilled against her leg, and when he followed her gaze, he smirked. “Oh, here we go.”

The blonde stopped just in front of them, twirling a lock of hair around her manicured finger. “Hey, Jey,” she purred, tilting her head in a way she must have thought was cute.

Rhea’s jaw tensed.

Jey was calm, unfazed. “What you want?”

The blonde pretended not to notice Rhea’s presence, as if she weren’t sitting right there—as if she weren’t the only thing standing between her and an early grave.

“I just wanted to say congratulations,” she said sweetly. “Biggest job in history, right? A man like you deserves to celebrate properly.”

She reached out as if she was going to touch Jey’s shoulder.

Rhea snapped.

Her hand shot out, grabbing the woman’s wrist hard. The room around them didn’t stop, the party didn’t pause, but the moment between them became deadly silent.

Rhea stood up slowly, towering over the woman, her grip tightening until the girl winced.

“You got two seconds,” Rhea said, voice low, dangerous. “To take your cheap ass, your cheap dress, and your cheap perfume and walk the fuck away.”

The blonde blinked, flustered, trying to tug her arm back. “I—I wasn’t trying to—”

Rhea yanked her closer, her lips just inches from the woman’s ear.

“I see you,” Rhea whispered. “I know your type. You think ‘cause I’m sitting here quiet that you can play cute and get away with it. But you don’t wanna see what happens if you disrespect me again.”

The girl’s breath hitched.

“Now be smart,” Rhea continued, letting go of her wrist only to shove her back. “And run along before I make sure you never step foot in another one of Joe’s parties again.”

The woman stumbled, her face pale as she took a shaky step back—then another—before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Jey leaned back against the couch, grinning as he watched the scene unfold. “Damn, baby. You tryna kill ‘em with words now?”

Rhea sat back down, picking up her drink like nothing happened. “Why waste bullets on a bitch who ain’t worth it?”

Jey laughed, pulling her closer. “Remind me never to piss you off.”

She smirked, leaning in, her lips brushing against his jaw. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Joe moved through the party like a king surveying his kingdom. Every eye in the room followed him, whether out of respect, fear, or a mixture of both. When he stopped in front of the couch where Jey and Rhea sat, conversations quieted just a little.

“Rhea,” Joe said, his deep voice cutting through the noise. “I need to see you in my office.”

Rhea didn’t hesitate. She gave Jey a small nod, and he pressed a kiss to her cheek before letting her go. No words were needed—he trusted her, and she trusted him.

She followed Joe through the house, weaving through drunk associates and half-dressed women until they reached the grand staircase. The further up they climbed, the more muffled the chaos of the party became. By the time they reached Joe’s private office, all that remained was the low hum of bass vibrating through the walls.

Joe pushed open the heavy mahogany door and stepped inside, walking straight to his chair behind the massive desk. The room was dimly lit, the scent of whiskey and cigars lingering in the air.

“Sit,” Joe instructed, gesturing to the leather chair across from him.

Rhea sat, crossing one leg over the other, her sharp gaze locked onto his.

Joe leaned back, studying her. Then, with a small nod, he said, “I’m very proud of what my cousin did tonight. You should be too.”

Rhea’s expression didn’t waver. “I am.”

Joe smirked, reaching into his desk drawer. He pulled out a thick folder and placed it in front of her. “I’m going to reward Joshua with something nice. But I decided to reward you first.”

Rhea arched a brow. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

Joe tapped the folder. “I bought some commercial property in a strip mall by the border. Near Tijuana.”

Rhea’s lips curled slightly. “And?”

“And I need you to run it.”

She let out a short laugh. “Run what, exactly?”

Joe chuckled, shaking his head. “Corporate lifestyle. Nine-to-five. Benefits. The whole deal.”

That made Rhea laugh harder. She sat back in her chair, amused. “You’re not fucking serious, are you?”

Joe’s laughter died first. His face turned cold, expression unreadable.

“I am,” he said flatly.

Rhea’s amusement vanished. She stared at him, her jaw tightening. “And what exactly does that mean?”

“It means,” Joe said, his voice calm but firm, “I’m pulling you out of the weed trade.”

Silence.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of his words settled between them like a loaded gun on the table.

Then Rhea stood up, her movements sharp, controlled, but pissed.

“That’s bullshit!”

Joe sighed, unfazed by Rhea’s outburst. He took a sip of the whiskey sitting on his desk, his dark eyes never leaving hers.

“Rhea,” he said smoothly, setting the glass down. “It’s time you settle down into a real mob wife lifestyle. Trinity’s been doing it.”

Rhea scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Trinity isn’t cut out for this business.”

Joe’s lips twitched, but he remained silent.

“You want me to play house?” Rhea continued, stepping forward, her palms flat against the desk as she leaned in. “You expect me to sit back, play the good little wife, while the men handle the business?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the heaviness that had settled in the room.

Joe met her glare head-on. “I expect you to trust my decision.”

Rhea shook her head, laughing bitterly. “I bring you a million a fucking week in the weed trade, Joe.” She jabbed a finger against the desk. “A million. And you expect me to take a step back?!”

Joe leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. His expression darkened.

“You think I don’t know what you bring to the table?” he asked, voice low. “You think I don’t value you?” He let the words settle before continuing. “That’s exactly why I’m pulling you out. You’ve done your part. You’ve built an empire. Now I need you somewhere else.”

Rhea clenched her jaw, her fingers curling into fists. “Where I’m needed is right where I am.”

Joe smirked, watching Rhea's fury burn in her eyes.

He reached into his desk drawer, pulled out a cigar, and clipped the end with slow, deliberate precision.

He let the silence stretch before finally speaking.

"Exactly," he said, rolling the cigar between his fingers. "You're needed in a strip mall by the border."

Rhea's fists clenched. Her breathing was steady, but her rage simmered beneath the surface.

Joe lit his cigar, inhaled deeply, then exhaled a cloud of smoke. His eyes flicked back to her, unwavering.

"You're dismissed," he said, his voice cool, controlled.

Rhea's nostrils flared, but she knew what those words meant. Dismissed. In Joe's world, that was the end of the conversation. No more arguments. No more negotiations.

"I expect you ready by Monday."

Without a reply, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

As she descended the stairs, the pounding bass of the party hit her full force again. The stench of liquor, weed, and sweat filled the room, but her vision tunneled in on one person-Jey.

And the bitch standing too close to him.

For the second time tonight, some desperate woman had forgotten where the fuck she was.

Rhea didn't slow down. She didn't hesitate.

She closed the distance in two strides and viciously headbutted the woman, the sickening crack of bone meeting bone cutting through the music. The woman crumpled instantly, blood gushing from her nose as she hit the floor like a sack of bricks.

The party stopped.

Everyone turned to watch. No one dared to interfere.

Rhea looked down at the woman, expression ice-cold.

"Didn't I already warn you once?!" she yelled..

The woman whimpered, clutching her shattered nose.

Rhea didn't wait for a response. She flicked her wrist, motioning to two nearby guards.

"Get rid of her!" she ordered.

The men immediately moved in, dragging the barely-conscious woman across the floor as if she were nothing more than garbage.

Rhea finally turned her gaze to Jey. He was sitting back on the couch, watching her with a mixture of amusement and pride.

She exhaled sharply and sat down next to him, grabbing his drink and taking a long sip.

Jey leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"You're so damn sexy when you do shit like that."

“I’m not happy with your cousin.”

Rhea’s voice was sharp, cutting through the fading party noise around them. She leaned back into the couch, her jaw tight, eyes flashing with lingering frustration.

“What happened?” he asked, keeping his voice calm.

Rhea scoffed, shaking her head. “He wants me to be a mob wife and run some bullshit strip mall store by the border,” she spat, swirling the amber liquid inside before taking a slow sip. “Like I’m supposed to just step back from everything I built—everything I run—and play house.”

Jey exhaled, rubbing his chin. “Baby… I know—”

“Don’t start with me, Jey.” Rhea cut him off, her tone sharp as a blade. She set her glass down with more force than necessary. “I don’t need to be coddled.”

Jey didn’t argue. He knew better than that. Instead, he reached for her hand, wrapping his fingers around hers, firm but steady. His thumb traced slow, lazy circles over her knuckles, grounding her.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured, his voice dropping into something softer, something just for her. “I got you.”

She was still tense. He could feel the tightness in her grip, in the way her shoulders hadn’t eased.

Jey leaned in, brushing his lips against the side of her neck. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss there, feeling the slight hitch in her breath.

“Baby…” he whispered, lips grazing against her pulse. “Relax.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, shifting slightly in her seat, but she let her shoulders fall just a little.

Jey chuckled against her skin before pulling back just enough to look at her. “Act like you wanna relax.”

Rhea let out an exasperated huff but gave in, closing her eyes for a moment.

Jey smirked, then captured her lips with his. The kiss was slow, deep, and longing, his fingers tightening slightly around hers. He felt her exhale against him, her body finally giving in to the moment.

There it is.

Jey pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers. His voice was low, a quiet promise.

“Let’s go home, baby.”

Rhea nodded, still gripping his hand as they stood. They didn’t look back. The party, the noise, the flashing lights—it all faded behind them as they stepped outside into the San Diego night.

The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of salt from the Pacific. A low hum of city life surrounded them, distant sirens wailing somewhere in the distance.

Jey’s black Mercedes convertible sat at the front of the estate, its sleek frame gleaming under the streetlights. The custom J + D license plate caught the glow, a subtle but permanent mark of them.

Jey opened the passenger door for Rhea, watching as she slid inside effortlessly, legs crossed as she settled in. He moved around to the driver’s seat, starting the car with a deep purr of the engine.

As they pulled onto the road, the soft, hypnotic intro of “Selfish” by PnB Rock filled the car, the bass humming through the seats.

The city lights blurred past them, golden and endless. The open highway stretched ahead, leading them toward the ocean, toward the life they built together.

Rhea reached over, her fingers intertwining with Jey’s as the wind moved through her dark hair.

She let her head rest back against the seat, finally allowing herself to breathe.

The black Mercedes convertible pulled smoothly into the garage of their seaside condo, the soft hum of the engine cutting off as Jey shifted into park. The sound of the rolling waves outside blended with the quiet whir of the cooling car, a stillness compared to the chaos of the night they had just left behind.

As the garage door lowered, Jey stepped out, closing his door with a casual flick of his wrist. But before Rhea could even think about moving, he was already rounding the car, reaching for her side.

Always.

No matter how heated their fights got, no matter how many times they butted heads, no matter how stubborn she could be—Jey never let her open her own damn door.

He pulled it open with ease, extending his hand.

Rhea smirked slightly, placing her palm against his. “I could’ve done that myself, you know.”

Jey tilted his head, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “Not while I’m breathing.”

Rhea let him help her out of the car, his grip firm yet soft as he led her inside.

Jey punched in the security code, the condo unlocking with a faint click as the door leading into their home swung open. The scent of saltwater and the faint trace of her coconut-sandalwood candles filled the air.

The space was sleek, modern, but still intimate—their home. The open windows framed the ocean, moonlight casting silver streaks across the waves.

Jey locked the door behind them, his movements fluid, practiced. He moved through the condo with ease, muscle memory guiding him.

Rhea followed, already kicking off her heels as they made their way upstairs.

She hated sleeping in makeup. Without hesitation, she reached for the hem of her dress, stripping out of the tight fabric and tossing it carelessly onto the chair in the corner. Jey followed suit, shrugging off his designer shirt and letting it drop to the floor.

Rhea grabbed a makeup wipe from her vanity, dragging it across her face in smooth, practiced strokes. The remnants of the night—the smudged eyeliner, the faint red of her lipstick—disappeared with each swipe.

Once satisfied, she grabbed one of her favorite black lace babydoll slip dresses, slipping it over her head. The silk glided against her skin, the hem skimming just below her upper thighs.

Jey watched her the whole time, his eyes dark, hungry, but steady. Admiring.

She climbed into bed first, stretching out against the cool sheets. The distant sound of the ocean filtered through the open balcony doors, mixing with the soft rustle of Jey’s movements as he slid in beside her.

Without hesitation, he pulled her into him, his arms wrapping around her waist, one leg tangling with hers.

Rhea let him hold her, let herself melt against the warmth of his skin, his steady heartbeat against her back.

Jey’s lips brushed against the nape of her neck, his breath warm.

“I’d do anything for you,” he murmured, his voice a quiet promise in the dark.

Rhea turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his in the dim lighting. “Anything?”

Jey didn’t hesitate.

“I’d die for you, my queen.”

Rhea studied him, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns along his forearm.

“I don’t need you to die for me,” she whispered. “I need you to live for me.”

Jey exhaled, pressing a lingering kiss against her temple.

“Then I’ll live for you.”

—

The sharp, shrill ring of Jey’s burner phone cut through the silence, yanking him from the heavy grip of sleep. His brows furrowed as he blindly reached for it on the nightstand, the cool metal slipping into his grasp.

7:24 AM.

Too damn early.

He exhaled sharply, swiping to answer. “What?”

Joe’s voice came through, low and firm. “My house. Now.”

And then, nothing.

The call ended before Jey could respond, leaving only the faint, rhythmic sound of the waves outside.

Jey sighed, running a hand down his face before turning onto his side. Rhea was still deep in sleep, her breathing steady, her body curled slightly into the sheets.

His queen.

Jey leaned in, pressing a slow, warm kiss against her exposed shoulder, before carefully tucking the blanket around her. He knew better than to wake her unless it was life or death.

With practiced ease, he slid out of bed, moving on autopilot as he grabbed a hoodie, sweatpants, and a pair of socks. His slides were waiting near the door, just where he had kicked them off the night before.

But before heading out, he made a quick stop.

Jey pushed open the bathroom door, the dim light reflecting off the marble sink. He crouched down, opening the cabinet drawer, fingers immediately finding the familiar small baggie tucked inside.

The fine white powder inside practically glowed under the bathroom lights.

Jey pulled out a straw and a black metal card, both already waiting for him on the counter. He didn’t hesitate.

With precise movements, he dumped some of the coke onto the cool surface of the counter, the blade of the card swiftly cutting it into four clean lines.

One. Two. Three. Four.

He leaned down, pressed the straw to his nostril, and snorted two lines back-to-back, the burn immediate, the rush hitting him like a switch being flipped.

By the time he took the last two, his mind was sharp, awake, buzzing.

He exhaled, tilting his head back, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. A familiar heat spread through his veins—his pulse quickening, his body light yet wired at the same time.

He rinsed his mouth, brushed his teeth, checked his nose in the mirror—all clear.

Then, he left.

The stairs leading down to the garage creaked under his weight as he grabbed his keys off the wall hook. The familiar shape of his car sat waiting, the morning sun casting long shadows through the half-opened garage door.

Jey slid into the driver’s seat, flexing his jaw, eyes sharp and focused.

He tapped the gas pedal once, feeling the power rumble beneath him before pulling out onto the street.

Joe wanted him now?

Fine.

But whatever this was, it better be worth waking him the fuck up for.

Jey’s mind buzzed as he pulled up to Joe’s estate. The adrenaline still coursed through him from the coke earlier, but now it was mixed with a growing sense of curiosity. He didn’t like being called in without warning, especially when the family was involved.

He parked the car in front of the massive mansion, stepping out and taking in a deep breath of the cool morning air. His hoodie and sweats felt loose against his body, but he wasn’t here for comfort.

Jey walked toward the front door with purpose, punching in his code into the security pad by the entrance. The heavy doors opened with a low groan.

Inside, the air smelled of fresh coffee and warmth, a stark contrast to the weight that rested on his shoulders.

“Good morning, Jey,” Galina said, her soft voice barely carrying over the sounds of the TV in the living room. She looked up from her spot on the couch, sipping her coffee, her eyes catching his for just a moment. There was an easy smile on her face, but Jey could tell something was off.

“Morning, Gal,” Jey muttered, barely acknowledging her, his mind already on the meeting. He offered a nod before making his way upstairs.

The stairs creaked beneath his weight as he made his way toward the office. When he reached the door, he paused, his hand on the handle, sensing the tension before he even opened it.

Jey pushed the doors open without a second thought, his voice cutting through the room. “What’s so important?”

His words hung in the air, but the moment he stepped inside, they lost their edge.

Jey froze. The room wasn’t just filled with Joe. No, it was the elders of the Anoa’i/Fatu crime family. Men he respected, feared, and admired. All of them were sitting in a semi-circle, their eyes on him.

His father Solofa was standing with his brothers Jon and Joseph. The look on his father’s face was unreadable—Solofa rarely showed emotion. Jey’s brothers both nodded at him, but there was something in their eyes that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. This wasn’t a normal conversation.

Joe, seated behind his massive desk, leaned forward slightly. The elders remained silent, their attention on Jey as if they were waiting for something.

Jey’s stomach tightened. Whatever this was about, it felt like the weight of his entire family’s legacy was sitting on his shoulders.

Joe broke the silence, his voice calm but powerful. “The High Chiefs have all agreed…” He paused for effect. “You’re getting made.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut, and Jey’s mind immediately raced. Getting made? Made man? The ceremony—the responsibilities—it was everything he had ever worked for in this life, but now that it was being offered…

He blinked a few times, trying to process what Joe had said. His father’s eyes were on him, but his face gave nothing away.

“You… you sure about this, Joe?” Jey’s voice was low, but firm.

Joe smiled, leaning back in his chair. “Absolutely. You’ve earned it.” He motioned to the elders, who all nodded in agreement. “The family has spoken.”

Jey felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him—pride, fear, excitement, but mostly… a sense of finality.

This wasn’t just a business decision; it was a turning point. He was no longer just Joe’s cousin or a son of Solofa. He was becoming part of something far bigger, something that would bind him to the family forever.

“You’re officially in, Jey,” Joe continued, his gaze locked on him. “This is your bloodline, your legacy. And now… we’re giving you the responsibility.”

Jey swallowed hard, his chest tight. He glanced at his father and brothers, who were silent but seemingly in approval. His father’s eyes softened, but there was still an edge to them, the same wariness that Jey had seen his whole life.

Jon gave him a firm nod, and Joseph’s expression was unreadable.

Jey didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he let the weight of the decision settle. Being made wasn’t just an honor—it came with its share of burdens. The expectations. The responsibilities. The constant need to prove yourself.

After a long pause, Jey finally spoke, his voice steady. “I’m ready.”

The room seemed to release a collective breath. Joe smiled, satisfaction evident on his face. “Good. We’ll get everything in order for the ceremony soon. But first…” He stood up and walked toward Jey, his voice lowering. “I need you to know that this isn’t just about you. This is about your family. And it’ll always be about family.”

Jey nodded, understanding the weight of those words more than anyone could know.

Family. It was everything. But now, it would be more than just blood—it would be power, loyalty, and sacrifice. And it would be something that would define him, his choices, and everything he did from here on out.

Joe turned to the elders and nodded to them. They stood, one by one, coming forward to shake Jey’s hand.

This was real now.

This was the beginning of something bigger.

And as Jey stood there, his heart racing, he could feel the familiar weight of the family settling on his shoulders.

The smoke curled between them, the scent mixing with the faint aroma of leather and whiskey that always clung to Joe’s office. The elders of the Anoa’i/Fatu crime family sat in a semi-circle behind Joe, their faces unreadable, their silent presence heavier than any words spoken in the room.

Joe finally exhaled, watching Jey through the haze. “You’re not made just yet,” he said, voice even, but weighted.

Jey clenched his jaw. He wasn’t impatient—he knew how this worked. Nothing came easy.

Joe continued, “You do this right, then we start the process.”

Jey nodded once, his gaze unwavering. “I understand.”

Joe tapped the ash from his cigar into a heavy crystal tray, then leaned back in his chair. “Good.” He let the moment settle before giving the order.

“I need you to take Rhea and drive down to Tijuana.”

Jey’s brow furrowed slightly. “Tijuana?”

Joe nodded. “There’s a shop with a donkey on it. You’re gonna take a car down there that it’s in a parking garage and get a broken taillight fixed.”

Jey exhaled through his nose, rubbing his hand over his beard. “That it?”

Joe smirked slightly, but his eyes held no humor. “That’s it. You take the car down. They’ll handle the rest. Once the job is done, you and Rhea drive it back—clean.”

Jey knew what this was. A test. An easy job on the surface, but nothing in this life was ever what it seemed.

Joe studied him for a moment before adding, “I’d hurry up and get to the border. It’s the weekend, and the shop closes early.”

Jey could feel the eyes of the elders still on him, their silent judgment pressing into his back. He didn’t need them to say anything—he knew what was at stake.

Turning on his heel, he exited the office, descending the grand staircase two steps at a time. The party from the night before had long died down, but the smell of cigar smoke, liquor, and perfume still lingered in the air.

This wasn’t just a drive to Mexico.

This was his initiation.

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Steam curled around Rhea as she let the hot water soothe the tension in her muscles. Her head still throbbed slightly from the headbutt she’d delivered the night before, but she had no regrets. That woman had learned her lesson.

She tilted her head back under the spray, sighing deeply, letting herself enjoy the rare moment of peace—until the sound of the bedroom door opening broke her from it.

“That you, baby?” she called, pushing wet strands of hair from her face.

Jey didn’t answer right away, but she could hear his footsteps, moving fast, the shuffle of clothes being pulled from drawers. Something was up.

Then his voice came through, sharp, urgent. “Baby! We need to go! Now!”

Rhea frowned, quickly shutting off the water. “What do we have to do?”

“Tijuana, baby! Hurry up!”

She didn’t hesitate. Jey wouldn’t rush her unless it was serious. She grabbed the soap, scrubbing herself down quickly before stepping out onto the cool tiles. A second later, the bathroom door swung open, and Jey entered, setting a neatly folded stack of clothes on the counter.

Rhea grabbed a towel, squeezing out her hair. “What’s going on?”

Jey’s eyes were bright, wired with adrenaline. He stepped closer, hands resting on the counter as he leaned toward her, excitement buzzing off him.

“My initiation, baby.” His lips curled into a grin. “It’s happening.”

Rhea froze for just a second before her face broke into a wide smile.

This was huge.

Jey had been grinding for years—proving his loyalty, showing his worth. The elders never rushed this process, and the fact that it was finally happening meant that they saw him as someone worthy of becoming made.

Pride swelled in her chest. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

When she pulled back, her hands still cupping his jaw, she whispered, “I’m so proud of you.”

Jey’s grin only widened. He kissed her once more, quick but deep, before pulling away.

“Then get dressed, baby,” he smirked. “We got a drive ahead.”

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The soft sounds of the engine and the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore filled the vibe as Jey and Rhea sped down the coastal highway toward the border. The early morning light cast a gloriou hue over the ocean, making the water shimmer like liquid gold.

Rhea stared out at the endless blue, her mind racing. Was this the right time to bring this up?

She glanced at Jey, his grip firm on the wheel, his jaw tense in focus. They had been together since they were ten, married at eighteen, and now here they were at twenty-eight, with power, money, and loyalty at their fingertips. Everything they had built together was finally falling into place.

So why did she still feel like something was missing?

Jey noticed the way she was staring at the ocean, her expression deeper than usual.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, glancing at her before shifting his focus back on the road.

Rhea hesitated for a moment before exhaling. “When are we going to have a kid?”

Jey’s hands flexed against the leather of the steering wheel. “Baby…” he sighed, keeping his voice steady, “right now, we’re just building our empire.”

Rhea nodded, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I know.”

Jey cast another glance her way. “You just got pissed because Joe took you away from your weed trade and put you in a strip mall. Now you’re talking about a kid?”

“I know,” she repeated, her voice softer.

Jey sighed, shaking his head. “I mean… our little habits, Rhea. We have a kid, we can’t be doing coke in the morning before we tend to them.”

She swallowed, knowing he was right. They had built their world on discipline, respect, and control, but they were still reckless in their own ways. A child would change everything.

But the thought of waiting forever gnawed at her.

“I know but…” she trailed off.

Jey looked over at her, his expression unreadable. “But what?”

Rhea finally turned away from the ocean and looked straight at him.

“I don’t want to be the oldest mom in preschool.”

Jey huffed a small laugh under his breath, shaking his head. “Baby, you ain’t old.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t mean now, but I don’t wanna wait ‘til I’m pushing forty either.”

Jey kept his eyes on the road, but his jaw tightened. He knew Rhea wasn’t the type to just throw out thoughts like this unless she had been sitting on them for a while.

He reached over, intertwining his fingers with hers.

“We’ll figure it out, baby. But right now… let’s just get through today.”

Rhea nodded, squeezing his hand before letting go.

The border was getting closer, the weight of responsibility pressing down on them both.

Rhea stayed quiet for a moment before she shifted the mood, her lips curling into a smirk. "Plus... no more midday activities if we have a kid."

Jey smirked back. "Yeah... we really can't do any of those extracurricular activities in the afternoon like we normally do."

Rhea arched a brow, tilting her head. "Oh really now?" She reached up, fingers grazing the side of his hair, her nails lightly scratching his scalp.

Jey chuckled, his grip tightening on the wheel.

"Yeah... no more balcony... no more kitchen..."

Rhea purred, leaning in closer. "The shower?"

Jey licked his lips. "Gone."

"The washer?" she teased, voice low.

Jey shook his head with a smirk. "Baby, the spin cycle would be over."

Rhea let out a soft, husky laugh, her fingers tracing down his arm. "Mami loves the spin cycle."

Jey let out a breath through his nose, shaking his head. "You drive me crazy, baby."

She grinned. "Good."

For a moment, the playful energy settled between them, but then Jey's voice dropped, carrying a different weight.

"My queen... soon, I will give you everything you ever wanted." His tone was serious, steady. A promise, not just words. "I promised you that."

Rhea held his gaze for a moment, then looked back at the ocean, her expression unreadable.

Jey never made promises lightly.

And he never broke them.

37 Minutes Later. 9:42 AM

The border station loomed ahead, a mix of concrete barriers, steel fencing, and uniformed officers moving with sharp efficiency. The sun cast a harsh glare over the checkpoint as Jey slowed the car to a stop in front of the booth.

A border patrol officer approached, his expression unreadable behind his aviator sunglasses.

“Passports,” he said, his tone flat.

Jey reached into the glove compartment, retrieving both his and Rhea’s passports. He handed them over with a practiced ease, flashing a laid-back smile. “Morning, boss.”

The officer barely acknowledged the greeting, flipping through the pages. His gaze flicked up, lingering on Jey for a second longer than necessary, then shifted to Rhea. She offered a polite, almost bored smile, leaning back into her seat.

“Purpose of your visit?” the officer asked.

Jey didn’t hesitate. “Ah, just a quick day trip, man. Little shopping, maybe grab some tacos. My girl loves the markets.”

The officer’s eyes flickered between them, clearly unimpressed. “You live in San Diego. Plenty of tacos there.”

Jey chuckled. “Yeah, but they ain’t the same, y’know? Gotta have the real thing.”

The officer stared at him for a moment, then let his gaze move over the car. “You ever been to Tijuana before?”

“Couple times, yeah. Nothing crazy, though.” Jey kept his tone light, his grip on the wheel steady. “We’ll be in and out, just a little afternoon getaway.”

The officer hummed, then glanced back at Rhea. “You excited for some tacos?”

Rhea smiled lazily, playing her part. “Oh yeah. Can’t come to TJ and not get tacos, right?”

The officer didn’t respond. He gave one final glance at their passports before handing them back. “Enjoy your trip.”

Jey nodded, keeping his cool as he rolled up the window and eased the car forward, passing through the checkpoint. Only when they were safely across the border did he exhale, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Too easy,” he muttered.

Rhea stretched her arms over her head. “Yeah, let’s hope the rest of today goes just as smooth.”

Jey smirked, his eyes locking onto hers for a brief moment before returning to the road. “It will, baby. We just gotta fix a damn taillight.”

But deep down, they both knew—nothing in their world was ever that simple.

Jey and Rhea arrived at the parking garage, the soft hum of the engine still ringing in the air as Jey pulled into a quiet spot. He shifted the car into park and killed the engine, taking a quick glance at Rhea.

“We’re here,” Jey said as he opened his door and got out.

He walked around the car, his shoes echoing softly against the concrete, and opened the passenger door for Rhea. She slid out gracefully, giving him a small smile as they walked side by side toward the next level up of the garage.

The fluorescent lights flickered above them as they moved, their footsteps slow but steady. At the next turn, Jey’s eyes fell on a white Dodge Durango parked near the wall. Its broken taillight stood out against the dark, empty space.

Jey pulled out his burner phone, unlocking the screen and quickly opening Joe’s last message. His eyes scanned the license plate number that was provided, matching it exactly to the Durango before him.

“This is it,” Jey muttered under his breath, moving toward the gas tank. He opened it, his fingers brushing against the edge before his eyes landed on the small keyring tucked neatly inside. Jey grabbed the keys and walked back around to the passenger side, opening the door for Rhea.

“After you, baby,” he said, his voice calm but purposeful.

Rhea slid into the passenger seat, glancing up at him with a mix of excitement and curiosity. “You sure this is all we need to do?”

“I’m sure love.” Jey closed her door, getting into the driver’s side. He slid the key into the ignition, the engine roaring to life as he exhaled sharply. “Let’s do this.”

With the Durango now in motion, Jey navigated through the dark streets, his hands tight on the wheel. The city’s lights blurred past them as the car drifted through the winding roads.

“There it is,” Rhea said, suddenly sitting up straighter in her seat, her eyes focused ahead.

Jey followed her gaze, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Good eye, love,” he replied, nodding in approval.

As they reached the spot, Jey pulled the car to a stop just outside the group of three men sitting near the entrance. He glanced over at Rhea, then back to the men before opening his door and stepping out.

He adjusted his hoodie as he walked toward them, his footsteps purposeful but measured. The men didn’t look up at first, too absorbed in their conversation, but Jey cleared his throat, a sharp sound cutting through the chatter.

“Necesito que me arreglen el faro trasero,” Jey said smoothly in perfect Spanish, his voice firm but respectful. He made sure to catch the eye of the man closest to him, letting the weight of his presence linger.

The three men looked up, slightly surprised but not intimidated. One of them, an older man with graying hair, raised an eyebrow and stood up, wiping his hands on his jeans.

”¿Arreglarlo ahora?” he asked, sounding both confused and intrigued.

Jey gave a subtle nod, his eyes locked on the man. “Sí. Ahora.”

Rhea watched from the car, her eyes scanning the scene. She couldn’t help but feel the familiar fear rising, but she trusted Jey to handle this—he always did.

After all… he was in charge.

#wwe #jey uso #fanfiction #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #rhea ripley #rhea and jey #yeet #fanfic #the judgement day #wwe jhea fanfiction #wwe jhea #jhea wwe #jhea fanfiction #jhea #rhea ripley and jey uso #jey x rhea #rhea x jey #jey uso fanfiction

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marymary-diva17 · 4 months ago

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Abandoned Sully (intro)

Here is one of my books from Wattpad that I have brought here, after thinking about it for a while and decided to take the leap of faith.This story had started on wattpad and has migrated over here, so we will see how the intro goes and to see the other chapters come as well. Some of my readers on here who read my book on wattpad, had encouraged me to publish my story on here, so I will take the chance as they took their chance to write their own stories as well using the same genre as well " the least favorite or left behind sully kids"

Jake and Neytiri had welcomed two children already in their family, neteyam and Kiri, but they didn't think they would have another child yet. That was until Neytiri went to see her mother and was soon told she would have another child. Neytiri was so happy as she knew since she was young that children were a blessing of the great mother.

Neytiri " Ma Jake, we are going to have another child added to our family"

Jake "Are you sure?"

Neytiri "Yes, I went to see my mother, and she confirmed the wonderful news that we will add another child to our big family already"

Jake: " I'm so happy, Neytiri" The couple shared the news of Neytiri's pregnancy with the clan, and the whole clan celebrated the news, as this child would be a child of Tokru Makto. Everyone couldn't wait to finally meet the chief of Jake and Neytiri when they finally came to the world.

12 months later

Moat "You have given birth to a beautiful daughter, Neytiri" Neytiri gave birth to her daughter on the day of massive celebration between all the clans.

Neytiri " ma daughter"

Jake "Neytiri" Jake came rushing over as he was away and soon saw his wife and newborn daughter together.

Neytiri "What do you want to name her, ma Jake?"

Jake "Her name will be y/n"

Healer:" The child has five fingers like her father." Jake has taken a closer look at his daughter, and a smile grew on his face; you were his special girl.

Neytiri:" That will be a perfect name for her, ma Jake." The child had yet to open her eyes as everyone waited to see, but they soon celebrated, and joy ended.

Tshaik "Demon, the child is a demon"

Neytiri: "Don't you dare speak of my child like that," Neytiri hissed at the tshaik as she brought her baby girl closer to her.

Tshaik 2: "Her eyes look at her eyes." Everyone soon looked at the baby girl to see she had human-colored eyes; already having five fingers would make this child's life hard. Soon, conflict will arise from the birth of this child as things are no longer expected of her.

Ronal "We can't allow this child to be where she is a bad omen. She will be the death of us all"

Jake " She a baby, she my child, a baby can't do at much harm to all of you"

Tonowari "You are new to this, Jake Sully, but your daughter is more demon than navi. She will lead the end of our way of life"

Neytiri "None of you will harm my child"

Tonowari: "Fine, you get a choice: either disown that child or whatever the sky people do. If not, you all will be alone when the human returns." The gathering ended on a sour note, as everyone soon left the Omacayia clan, and Jake and Neytiri were left to decide their child's faith.

thank you @pookiedragonfire and @snugglebug-mj-blog for encouraging me to post the story on here. Also please check out their stories on here.

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carawenfiction · 2 months ago

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Welcome back raaa you have been greatly missed ﾟ+.ﾟ(´▽`人)ﾟ+.

I have been following your blog for a while now.

It's actually the main reason I made a Tumblr a couple of years back(which is now deleted, but we are so back) quite literally jumped for joy when I saw the notification!

I had been wondering while you were away. Have you thought of redesigns for the gang?(I love them no matter what form they take, this is just a question of curiosity ☆)

Thank you so much for the sweet words <3

I actually haven't really considered any redesigns for the main characters. I've been more focused on their personalities, potential character development etc. rather than physical changes. I think the only ones I've thought about a little bit are J and SM, since they won't be genderlocked anymore.

If anything, I guess some of the characters might look slightly older? For example M - I forget if I specified their age in the original, but in the rewrite they're around 26 years old. Which is very young still, but slightly older than I originally pictured them. I don't think that'd really show though haha. It's not a huge leap from their previous age.

I'm going to make an intro post for the rewrite soon and will include character descriptions in that - I guess I'll see if I change some details when doing that or whether everything stays the same. But overall, I think they're largely going to look the same as they always have :)

Thank you so much for the ask!

#the shadow society #tss #carawenfiction #interactive fiction #if #cog #ask #characters #character design

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mentalblabbermouth · 2 months ago

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My Friend Showed Me Transformers One and it Ruined My Life/j

Okay so I grew up with Bayverse but I have vague memories of it. I remember really liking Optimus Prime and my sibling was Bumblebee for Halloween when we were little. I didn’t think much when the trailers for TFOne were going around, just that it was more a comedic intro to the franchise for kids today. Then my one friend who’s really into Transformers recommended it and then after trying and failing to coordinate a virtual movie night with everyone, I finally saw it. There’s a lot of things that if I think too hard about them I’ll cry. And now smh it’s Transformers and the inevitable civil war and all the betrayal and oh my god. I know less about it than Star Wars but the idea of Bumblebee being the youngest and one of if not the last generation born on Cybertron, a dying planet ravaged by endless battles, hurts to think about. Like he’d had to grow up fighting. Would he have even gotten to experience their home planet before it was destroyed? Even in Transformers One it was the beginning of the end and he’d spent possibly his whole life underground.

And there’s some iterations like Earthspark where Bee is basically a dad now with his own team like awww, he grew up 🥺 and he’s trying so hard to be the best leader he can be

Seriously, what is going on in this franchise? I’m just here on the fringes because I don’t even know where to start. I just like robot family, just Optimus being a dad and playing basketball, and the occasional horrors but everything works out in the end! Don’t even mention Skybound, from what I’ve seen that’s too much hurt/not enough comfort for me.

You know I’m a sucker for the “dad who stepped up” trope and I’m fully on board with Op being Bumblebee’s dad. That is his baby bee, his little light, too bad Bee got two dads and then immediately became a child of divorce all on the same day in TFOne.

My brain is now split in half between Transformers and Star Wars, and I can’t help but be so baffled like this??? This is what we’re into rn? Like out of everything this is what our 2025 is gonna be. Idk I just think it’s funny trying to connect the dots like I look back through my archive and it’s like a kaleidoscope spilled on a rollercoaster.

I started watching Transformers Animated and it’s cute, giving me og Ben 10 vibes. Very Saturday morning cartoon and it’s a nice, slightly relaxing change of pace from all the TFOne angst. I’m only on episode 5 though, so I feel like that’s going to change soon 😅

TLDR: you should really watch Transformers One it’s way better than the trailers made it seem

#rambles #transformers #transformers one #tf one

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r0-boat · 17 days ago

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For last night's stream we streamed a cute little dating sin called "I JUST WANT TO BE SINGLE!!"

It was a game cast of mostly girls even the MC and it was very cute.

As you may not or may already know I have a challenge where every after stream I do I make a drabble or headcanons or any writing based on the game I've played! And since the dating sim was very generic at school transfer student I thought I would do the same with WHB!

So enjoy being the human transfer student at an all demon school.

What in hell is bad? Seven Kings X transfer student

Whb high school AU

Mammon's Dad is alive, Solomon is your father these devils are younger than in the Canon games. Strictly an AU for fun silly purposes. All people are adults I don't specify if it's a high school or a college, but if it helps you sleep at night it's college. Solomon is one of those cool teachers that every student loves, Solomon isn't the best father but he is trying.

Cw: very silly, sfw but suggestive, cliche, some mention of sex because of you know who.

Intro:

What the fuck???

Three words screamed into your mind as you look on at the building that was supposedly your school It looked less like a school building and more like a castle. It's even look like the universities all your friends got accepted in. It looked more than that. Like how we would picture a top college like Yale or Harvard would look like if you've never seen or even heard of it before.

You knew that mysterious all expenses paid scholarship was a bad idea. But it wasn't a prank fine print was fine print. And the icing on the cake. Your father Solomon I would never home because of work was the one who sent you the letter.

Whatever they saw in you must be damn good to be able to get a fucking scholarship and a school that looks like this. The courtyard was utterly deserted signaling that everyone was probably already in their classes. You sigh as you walk over to the huge gated fence slowly and struggling to push the giant iron Gates open enough for you to squeeze by. Seriously who the hell are these gates designed for prisoners?!

But as soon as you stepped through the door this school was a different place entirely. It looked so orderly and clean on the outside but on the inside... It looks like a war zone. Cracks and holes in the floor boarded up windows with broken glass scattered about. The place wreaked of cigarettes and weed and alcohol. Just what kind of school was this??

You would soon get your answer when you stepped into your classroom. Handsome yet dangerous looking men stared at you sharp teeth sharp eyes and even sharper horns that adorned their head.

Devils?!

As the teacher also a devil with a tail that fully moved in such a way that you ruled out the possibility of it being fake introduced you.

"This will be our first human transfer student in a long time! And from then on... You're peaceful school life would never be the same.

Satan

Captain of devil's football (cavalry as they call it), His seating is at the back of the room, and it just so happened that next to him was the only open seat. He stared at you intensely with a scary look, with those red eyes piercing into your very soul. Your heart is pounding as you turn over with a timid smile. "H-hey..." But the devil said nothing as he continued the stair. It was like this for a while until he finally said, "yer a human right?" The word stumbled out of you immediately: "Yes!" The devil studies you for a second but a smile widens as he points "I know you! Your Mr Solomon's kid!" Hearing your dad's name you whip your head around "What? Solomon? You know him??" Satan's toothy grin goes wider "fuck yeah I do He's awesome! I never knew you had a kid though! I wonder why...." You didn't know what else to say if your dad was here you natural you had an urge to go see him when he turned to certain age to be on your own he showed up less and less so it was really hard to get into stay in one place. But Satan's energetic words cuts off your train of thought "You're definitely not going to survive here!" You must choked on your own spit. Yeah no shit Sherlock You kind of known from the moment you walked in but still it was just a shocking to hear it from someone else. "Oh yeah especially since your Solomon's child! Everyone's going to be drooling over you. Nah fuck that I'm going to protect you." He grinded his teeth at the mere mentioned And he just decided this instantly no rhyme or reason not that you think anyway. And he was true to his word a lot more than you thought because they were way too many devils that Satan had to show away That being said he didn't even like his own teammates getting too close It kind of sucked if you wanted to make new friends but I guess having scary dog privileges does help if you want to avoid not so nice people. In your short time of knowing Satan you've learned few things One of them being he had a short temper and once he blew his top he exploded like a volcano. Out of sheer anger he picked up a desk and hurdled it at a devil smashing the wall in process. Now you can see why your classmates called him "Lord of Wrath."

Mammon

You met him when he saw a crowd in the schoolyard. You've had extra free time to kill since Satan's desk-throwing stunt blew a hole into the wall of the classroom, which means an hour of free time. The group of devils gathered Drew your curiosity for you to come closer. When you pushed through the crowd you saw a man sitting on a bench He was sculpted like a rugged a mountain His muscular arms folded His legs crossed with a smirk on his face You finally were able to focus on the words they were saying "Lord of Greed something I want to buy but I can't afford-" , "say no more... Say the amount and you may have it"

"Lord of Greed those rings look so gorgeous where did you get them?!"

"Oh these cheap things? Meh the solid gold can't remember how many carrots off the top of my head but if you want it knock yourself out... They're not the best in my collection and honestly been wanting to get rid of them for a while." He looked so casual just taking off a gold ring and tossing it to the devil who asked as if these rings were worth mere pennies to him. That's when his eyes fell upon mine. His smile widened as he scooted to the right opening a seat for me "Oh? You're that human. Come sit with me." As all eyes were on you in an instant peer pressure crushed under your weight like a styrofoam cup as you shuffle toward him as if he was a god and you were a mere peasant.

As soon as you sat down his He leaned back and forth his eyes sculpting you just like a certain devil this morning before saying. "Hm... I like you, You're mine now."

"Excuse me... " You didn't realize you said it out loud until the devil chuckles "I said I like you and I own things that I like... I think humans call it 'relationship' I'm not really familiar with human courting. But you are mine now and I guess That means I am yours too." The group of devils around you too eyes widen like saucers. You had no idea what's going on as the devil's around you whisper material wealth, money,richest person in the world, jealousy This was all going so fast your head was spinning This was the second devil today that just decided that they liked you for no reason at all.

"say... What are your plans for lunch today?" You didn't even get a chance to open your mouth before he talked over you "whatever they are cancel them. You will be having lunch with me a five course meal made fresh by my father's personal chefs." You wanted to talk to say something You didn't even get a word out of your mouth when arms wrap around you and suddenly your transported in other place entirely.

Leviathan

An empty classroom with nothing but desks the same cracked walls a bottle of what you assume is alcohol have has really thrown on the floor and sitting on the desk staring at the window a man with a princely pretty looking face hair with a pearly white color that was mesmerizing to your eyes. But when you turn to look at you that color was all but mesmerizing as he looked at you with pure disgust. "You..." He snarled as he got it from his chair. Making strides toward you You were terrified but you stood your ground Even as he grabbed your face that made you flinch forcing your head left and right. Your eyes squeaks shut before putting your hands on him and pushing him away. He clicked his tongue and snarled. "Weak and annoying pitiful humans and you dare to be related to Solomon."

That struck a nerve. All day you've hadn't said a single word and this devil insulting you was the final straw.

"at least I don't have the personality of a raccoon with rabies your breath smells worse than the garbage you ate this morning."You snapped back at that moment you regarded little for your safety of what this devil could do to you No one talks to you or your family like that. Especially not assholes like him. The devil's eyes went wide for a second only to scrunch back up and click his tongue. "Just watch your back human..." He hissed storming up the classroom. First day and you made an enemy Great.... You definitely can't wait to get bullied by demons.

Beelzebub

You met him on the way to one of your classes getting chewed out by a teacher. You couldn't know but watch as the man with a single horn just nonchalantly leaned against the wall as the teacher went off on him: "You're the future Lord of Abyssos... You have to take this seriously! You're missing a lot of classes....!!!" But to the Lord of Gluttony, all this information went in one ear and out the other. When the teacher finally stormed off that's when he realized you had eavesdropped way more than you should have. When your eyes met, He smiled and pulled you into the room.

"hey haven't seen you before...hmm... You're Solomon's kid right?" He said his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he leans near your face. " Um yeah. " You just accepted that probably every person in the school knows now.

"Hell ya." Please smile before something seemingly distracted him That's when he held the back of your head and leaned your head in burying his nose and your hair. Instinctually you pulled back. " Sorry sorry It's just, wondering where that smell was coming from so I thought I'd take a sample from you." with his arms still around your waist He got up from leaning against the desk walking out of the classroom dieting you God knows where. "One thing about devils. Is that if we like something we like to get 'intimate' with that thing. " He smirked and the way the word intimate rolled off the tongue major eyebrows furrow. You're not quite sure what he meant by that and honestly part of you is too scared to ask. " Where are you taking me?" You said half wanting to change the subject. "Cafeteria where else?"

"But it's not lunch?"

"pft so?" Beelzebub chuckled as if you were worried about skipping class as a mere funny joke. "You worry too much. You're Solomon's kid. The teachers won't do anything, trust." Even though You are the kid of someone who apparently was extremely popular in this school and left a bad taste in your mouth to know you were getting special treatment. And you were practically being yanked along by this random devil, so you couldn't really do anything well, not if you worried about your safety. You still remember Satan hurdling the desk like it was nothing.

Lucifer

Remember Leviathan well unlucky for you he remembered you. When Beelzebub was taking way too long to get simple drinks to bring back to you to the empty pafeteria You decided to say fuck it and just walk back to class. And does he walk through the empty hallway you stopped and that's when you saw him. His scowling face made your heart drop.

Here is a fun fact about devils you learned when you just tried to turn around and walk away. They know magic as a tendril coming up from seemingly nowhere wrapped around your neck and yanked you backward toward him when his hands grabbed your shoulders. He yanked you and slammed you against the lockers, pinning you, his face hovering over yours. "I saw you hanging out with those other dimwits... "You're not sure why, but you know exactly who he was talking about. " Someone like you shouldn't be around people like them. He hissed as you felt his fingers dig into your shoulders as he pinned you harder and harder against the lockers. When you tried to lift your arms to push him, those tendrils returned, wrapping around your arms and slamming them against the locker. His hand slid from your shoulders to your waist. And now you're confused... "You're just a weak human remember that." He got close to your face grinding his teeth before using his limbs to throw you to the side.

It wasn't until he was gone that you noticed The pain in your wrist and blood dripping from the cut. You sigh as you decide to take a trip to the nurse's office if the devil's even had one.

They compared this school's other rooms to those in the disaster state. This one seems clean, untouched... Dare you say professional? The only one working was a baby blonde-haired man sitting at a desk, spinning around a pen between his nimble fingers. When he looked up he noticed the blood dripping from your wrist he shot up before you could even say anything He gently takes your hand. "Your hurt. come with me." Wrapping a hand around your waist guiding you to one of the beds in the nurse's office as if your cut was more dire than it was when he sat you down he immediately grabbed the bandages and started to wrap you up.

"You're the transfer student aren't you?" He asked which you only nodded. "Nice to meet you, I'm Lucifer I believe we share one class together?" Wow an actual introduction, All day you've gotten no introductions all their names you learned by word of mouth or other devils introducing them for you.

"Oh." Slipped from your mouth with more surprise than you wanted to, and Lucifer's Stern face curled up slightly. "Thought I was a teacher?" You just nodded your head. "I get that a lot. Not many students come here since they're all devils, so I got this place for myself. I don't even think we have a nurse; I'd hate to see anyone get hurt. " Huh That's sweet. From what you had been witnessing all day something like this was definitely a rarity. When he was finished wrapping your wrist he saw you out as quickly as you came in.

Belphegor

It wasn't even the end of the day yet and you were being yanked in every direction by everyone in the school devil's flocked to you looking at you with curiosity or hunger (You're not sure which one it was)

So you escape to the only place you know, where you constantly come up when you know you can be away from people. The rooftop. As you walked closer to one of the benches to sit down and eat, you failed to realize someone already held that spot who was sleeping soundly until he woke up with a yawn and a stretch. "Hrm?" He hummed, rubbing his tired eyes and looking at you as you just stood there frozen in place with enough awkwardness to kill a man. He pointed at you. "You c'mere." He said his voice low and husky. He made the motion with his finger. From your experience with being dragged around all day, You probably shouldn't accept this man's request as, knowing your luck, you would just get dragged into more drama or trouble. But you did interrupt his nap, and all things considered, he didn't look like he was in too much trouble. So you stepped closer. He left the bench next to him, and since there was nowhere to sit, It was your only option. As soon as you sat down, he laid back down, his head resting on your lap. Turning from his back to his side, he muttered, "You're comfortable. Stay like this fo'me, Would ya? " He asked you to fall asleep instantly. You don't know why, but this touched your heart, kinda a moment of tranquility as you place you eat your lunch, gazing at the world below. You were surprised to know how fast he went to sleep. Knowing your luck he was probably another Lord, And you could guess he must be the Lord of sloth. You know you shouldn't, but you couldn't help it. It's not like he would wake up to you running your fingers through his hair, reveling in how unexpectedly soft his locks were. Out of the hellish day you dealt with this, it was nice.

And it only got worse once lunch break actually rolled around as that's when Beelzebub Mammon and Satan saw each other and realized that they were after you as well to spend their lunch together.

Fun fact that you learned about devils when you had the displeasure of seeing your two classmates making out in the hallway while every student ignored them. Devils have no sense of shame or a lack thereof. They just do whatever they want when they want, which explains why the school rules about alcohol, weed, and other miscellaneous drug substances you have found throughout the day were so Lax. And another fun fact you learned about devils... It is that they are very territorial, apparently. You saw it first hand, as when Beelzebub wrapped an arm around you, Satan puffed up and hissed like a cat as he ripped him off you. You were lucky you escaped the scene, as when Mammon made a comment about How short Satan was, He exploded and tried to lunge at him.

Asmodeus

Was it too late to drop out??? You thought it was the end of the day, and you were beyond exhausted. And these lords did not stop either. You thought you could meet up with your dad if the bell rang. You wish you could call him, but sadly, that was off the table since your dear father had little to no interest in Mobile technology. The only one he ever had was a flip phone just to get a phone number. You swore a phone call with him was like torture as you had to listen to more static than his voice. Other devils told you and confirmed that he had his own personal office somewhere. If it wasn't for the big ass school, you would have been okay with trying to find his office, but sadly, you were already wandering around the school to stop now. When you walked by, you noticed the janitor's slightly open call. When you got closer, you snuck into the closet, and your eyes widened. A devil, no two devils... No three?? It's getting a little hot and under the collar in there. Grinding and bugging their hips against each other when you accidentally made a noise, the black-haired devil who was sandwiched between the other two noticed your presence. Your soul jumped out of your skin as you ran as fast as you could in the other direction. If he was another Lord, he was 100% the Lord of Lust, and you wanted nothing to do with him. But it seemed like he wanted everything to do with you as you kept wandering around the school, trying to purge that memory from your mind. You felt arms wrap around you. You shrieked and jumped backward turning to notice a familiar face. His smirk and disheveled clothes and hair shivered up your spine as your trembling voice fell from your lips. "Oh, it's you... What do you want?" Asmodeus giggled. "My, aren't you cute? I've never seen someone look at me with such frightened disgust."

He was practically undressing you with his eyes. Eye molesting... Whatever it was you didn't like how he looked at you. "Never in my thousands of years has someone looked at me with such... Such a 'curious expression.' You're Solomon's spawn? " At this point, so many devils have asked You throughout the day you just nod your head now in acceptance.

"I knew it. You even have his gorgeous eyes. And his sexier features that I've always admired from afar. "

What the fuck, please don't fuck my dad!? You screamed in your head. But since he was talking to you maybe he could tell you where he was since it looked like he would know a little too much "Do you-Do you know where he is?"

Their smirk only widened as he pulled you close against him. His body pressed against yours. You ground your teeth to stop from screaming as he whispered into your ear. "I do but what's my payment? You don't seem to have any on you..." He said his hands rubbing up and down the sides of your body. Before you could do anything else, you probably beat the shit out of him like you used to do with kidnappers when you were a kid. He pulls away and laughs like what he did was the funniest thing in the world.

"I'm just kidding sweetheart, You just look so cute I couldn't help but tease you. Yeah his office is on the next floor It has a purple rug can't miss it."

It's like the stress left your body as you sighed. You gave him a smile before leaving, but when you turned around, you swear to God you heard him say, " I think I'm in love..."

Bonus

You have to fight off tears when he mutters your name in a broken string of sentences, dreaming of the past when you were in diapers. You took his coat hanging from the chair and draped it over him before leaving his office

When you finally saw his office and walked inside, it looked like an old antique shop as all kinds of knick-knacks and antiques decorated the old wood shelves, and on his desk were stacks of paper, and your beloved father was caged between all those papers. Now you understand why he's always so busy as he was passed out on the desk. You are upset that you didn't get to talk to him, but you would probably get the chance tonight as you are living with him now, you understand. You never knew your mother, and to take care of you, He had to move out of the house and into an apartment, working his ass off day and night just to keep a roof over your head.

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