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sissylittlefeather · 1 year ago

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Would you do like a soulmate au between Elvis x fem!reader? Like maybe where the reader dreams of a man who plays her music and would sing to her, but would not reveal his name or where he is located. The two end up meeting when the reader ends up at one of Elvis’ shows. He looks out to the audience and their eyes meet. Both the reader and Elvis start crying since they finally found each other. After the show, the reader is in shock after what she just witnessed. Then Elvis comes out to see her and just envelopes her in a hug. Then from there it can end in a smut, but a fluffy and very romantic one (if that makes sense 😂). Then they just fall in love and end up together. Sorry this was long I just thought this would be an interesting take on a romance story.

Hey! I'm sorry this one took me so long. I think I rewrote the ending like 15 times 🤪. I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this one, even though it's a little different for me. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ no minors, oral sex (f & m receiving), f/m p in v sex, unprotected sex, kissing, fingering, cussing, etc

A/N: I used an AB!Elvis gif because it's the right scene and an Elvis gif because he's just delicious.

Dream a Little Dream of Me

You sit straight up in bed and look at the clock on your nightstand. 2am. You're exhausted, but going back to sleep will be difficult. You had the dream again. You've been having the same dream every night for weeks. Each time it's a little longer and you learn something new about him. The first dream was all flashes of pink and black. Since then, you've added blue eyes, full lips, strong hands, a guitar, and him singing to you, among other things. You don't know who he is, but you know he's someone important to you. The feeling you get in your stomach and chest when you wake up makes it abundantly clear that this is more than just a regular dream. Still, you've never gotten any indication of who he is or where you could find him. You're pretty confident he exists. You're not sure why, but you seem to know he's real. Still, you've never encountered anyone or anything that could point you to him.

"Did you have that weird dream again?" Your roommate asks sleepily. She's the only person you've told about the dreams, mainly because she's in the room when you wake up in the night.

"Yeah, but I'm okay. Go back to sleep, Janet." She rolls over and grunts. Must be nice to sleep so easily. You lay back down on your pillow, but every time you close your eyes, all you see are the flashes of him. You're starting to get very tired of this weird longing that you have for him, like you're incomplete without him. Part of you wants to go back to sleep to see more of him in the dream and another part of you wishes you'd never have the dream again. Still, if you could find him, then it would all make sense. You drift off to sleep with his voice in your head...

******

The next day, you drag yourself out of bed and groggily get ready for class. Every time you close your eyes you get another flash of the dream: white teeth, black hair, a microphone, more music, and always his voice. Once you've gotten yourself presentable in a pink and white striped cotton dress and cardigan, you grab your books and bag and head out the door. Janet stops you before you can get all the way through it by yelling from her side of the room, "Don't forget we're going to that show tonight at the carnival!"

Oh yeah, that. "I didn't forget! I'll see you later!"

You head to class and spend the rest of the day trying to focus on anything other than his voice in your head. Why do you miss him when you're awake? It doesn't make any sense...

******

"You can't just wear that. You at least need to take off the cardigan and add some lipstick or something." Janet pleads as you get ready for the carnival together. You don't know why it matters what you're wearing, but you oblige and toss the cardigan on your bed. You're not going to mess with lipstick, though. It's too hot and you don't want to have to reapply it.

"There. Can we go now?" Janet nods her head up and down excitedly. You really would rather stay home and think about the dream. If you could just see his whole face all at once, maybe you could find him somewhere. Something in you tells you that he's close right now. Like if you walked around a bit, you might run into him. But that feels ridiculous. It's just a dream, right?

******

You're sitting next to Janet, sweat from the warm evening making your skin sticky, when they announce the next act will be someone called Elvis Presley. Some of the girls start screaming and run towards the stage. You and Janet look at each other and decide to make your way to the front together. Whoever this guy is, he must be a big deal, and you're not one to miss out on an experience, especially when it comes to music. You press in against the crowd so that you can see the stage from where you're standing. This "Elvis" finally makes his way to the mic in the middle of the stage and your heart absolutely stops.

It's him.

The pink jacket, the guitar, the black hair and blue eyes and full lips and big hands. You feel like you might hyperventilate and the pressure of the crowd around you doesn't help. Your heart is beating so fast you feel like it might jump right out of your chest.

As you watch him, it seems like he's nervous and a little disoriented too. For the first time, you wonder if maybe he's dreamed about you. No. That's just silly. But here he is. He's real and he's right in front of you. And he looks like he could use a little reassurance. You're filled with the urge to go to him, but he's on stage in front of all these screaming girls.

He takes a deep breath and starts to sing. If there were any doubts before about whether or not he was the one, they're gone now. You'd recognize that voice even if you were half dead. Something inside you feels like it's taken flight and the joy and excitement are overwhelming. He keeps singing and the sound of his voice hits you in places you didn't expect. As he's singing, he looks out at the crowd. His eyes seem to be searching for something. Your heart skips, thinking that maybe he's looking for you. And then it happens.

His eyes lock onto yours.

A deep contentment settles in your chest like a sigh and you feel a lump form in your throat. The tears gather in your eyes and start to slide down your face. He tries to look away but he always comes back to you and you notice his eyes seem a little watery too. He looks up at the ceiling and tries to refocus on what he's doing. You know he's feeling what you're feeling.

"Y/n, are you crying? Are you okay?" You hear Janet holler at you. You sniff and wipe your face.

"Yeah, I'm just... it's just... Janet, it's him." At first Janet has a blank look, then it turns to shock, and then relief.

"Oh! That makes so much sense! You probably saw him on a poster or something somewhere and started dreaming about him! I mean, I'll probably dream about him too after this!" You know that's not what happened; it's so much more than that. But it's not worth it to try to explain it to her, so you just nod your head and look back up to the stage. He catches your eye again and this time he winks playfully. Your whole body turns hot and you're filled with a need for him to touch you. The show continues and you spend most of it bouncing between figuring out how to get to him afterwards and trying not to cry when you make eye contact while he sings. Every girl around you shrieks that he's looking at her, but you know better. That look is just for you. You have to find a way to get backstage...

******

After the show ends, you walk out with Janet, but you want to find a way to ditch her. Your body feels like it's in shock from what just happened while he was on stage. It still doesn't seem quite real that you actually found the man you've been seeing in your dreams all this time. But how do you get to him?

"Are you ready to go?" Janet asks. She can tell you're lingering.

"Umm, no, I think I want to stick around for a bit. You can go ahead. I'll be fine." The carnival is within walking distance of campus, so you know you can get home okay. Walking alone at night makes you a little nervous, but nothing is going to stop you from finding him. Janet nods and joins another group of girls that you both know from school. She's trusting; you have to give her that.

The crowd outside the performance area is thinning as you stand there without a clue about what to do next. Then, there's a light tap on your shoulder. Your heart skips several beats and you turn around to find him standing there behind you.

"Hey, baby."

He's taller than you thought and being this close, you can really see the details of him. You recognize the pieces and seeing them all put together is a little overwhelming. Suddenly, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist. You stand there in shock for a second before you throw your arms around his neck. You hold onto each other like this for a while, neither of you wanting to let go. Connecting with him feels like a cosmic miracle. There could be a hurricane around you and you wouldn't notice because of the calm that settles inside you when you're in his arms. Finally, he pulls back from the hug and puts his hands on either side of your face.

"Come with me."

He takes your hand and starts to walk towards the back of the stage. You make your way together to a dressing room with his name on the door. It's small, but there's a wide couch and a vanity with lights around it. He closes the door behind you and turns to face you.

"How is this possible?" He asks.

"I don't know. Have you had--"

"Dreams? Yes. About you. For weeks." He moves a piece of your hair off of your forehead and gently tucks it behind your ear. He brings his hand back to your cheek.

You're suddenly filled with an overwhelming need for him to kiss you and you feel like you could cry again. As a tear escapes your eye and makes its way down your cheek, he catches it with his thumb and wipes it away. Then, he leans in and kisses your cheek where the tear was. He lingers on your cheek for a bit before he moves his lips down to your mouth, hovering there just above you. With the hand that was on your cheek, he tips your chin up. Your heart is beating so fast that you feel like it might jump right out of your chest. Finally, his lips touch yours. He kisses you softly, but everything inside of you is exploding. Just when you think you're the only one feeling anything, you realize that his hands are trembling slightly. He pulls back out of the kiss and puts his hands on your hips to steady himself.

"Darlin' I-I I'm sorry, I don't know what's got into me." You smile up at him reassuringly.

"I'm a little thrown off too. I just can't believe you're real."

"I'm as real as it gets, honey." He moves his hands around to your back, pulling you closer to him. You put your arms around his neck again and press your body up against his. Something in your stomach tenses up as the shock of finding him wears off, only to be replaced by something else. You need him. You need his big, strong hands on every inch of your body. You need his full lips kissing the parts of you that no one sees. You need to hear his voice moaning with the pleasure of being inside you. He seems to experience the same thing, because now he's kissing you again. But not soft like before. No, now he's kissing you with the full pressure of his tongue moving in your mouth, pausing only to nibble on your bottom lip periodically. He has one hand on the back of your neck, fingers tangled in your hair, and the other on your lower back pulling your hips into his. You absolutely melt into his kiss, returning his passion with your own. He walks you backwards a little and pins you up against the door, both hands on your hips as he grinds into you. You feel his hardness through his pants and the place between your legs becomes warm and wet. He needs you too, needs to feel you around him, needs to taste you, needs to be deeper inside you than either of you ever thought possible. He picks you up easily and carries you over to the plush couch, his lips never leaving yours. You lay on your back with him on top of you, both legs wrapped around his waist. He moves his kisses down your cheek to your neck, stopping only to softly bite your earlobe. You've never had a man do that, but always wished one would. It's like he can read your mind and your body and knows exactly what to do with you. You moan at the feeling of his erection pressed against you. In one move, he unzips your dress and has it off of you and on the floor. His jacket and shirt hit the floor as well. You take in the sight of him while his eyes roam over your body as well. The dream flashes didn't prepare either of you for this depth of attraction. In a second, he's on top of you again. The places where your skin meets his are on fire with electricity and heat. His hands reach behind you as he unhooks your bra and tosses it to the side. The feeling of his skin against your nipples makes you weak with desire. You want more.

"Scoot up, honey." The sound of his voice catches you off guard. It's breathy and deep.

"Huh?" He puts his hands under your arms and moves you backwards to the edge of the couch. Then he positions himself between your legs and pulls on your panties, sliding them down to your ankles and off. You arch your back and throw your head back as he slips his index and middle fingers into you. He groans when he feels how tight and wet you are. He pushes his fingers into you several times, kissing the inside of your thighs. Then he uses his tongue to make circles on you exactly where you want him to be.

"Oh fuckkkk," you moan. He's reading your body so well that you almost pass out from the pleasure of his mouth on you. You can feel your release building as he continues what he's doing with his tongue and his fingers. This isn't the first time you've experienced this, but you've never had a man be so careful and specific with you before. There's nothing sloppy or unintentional about the way he moves. Every little motion is perfectly calculated to push you over the edge. He alternates between fingers and circles and pushing his tongue into you as the rush continues to build inside you. When you do climax, it's all you can do to keep from screaming and clamping your thighs around his face. You lay there shuddering and trembling as wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure wash over you. When he smiles at you from between your legs, you're overcome with the need to give him what he's given you. He tries to climb back on top of you, but you find your voice.

"No, sit up." He looks at you with a mischievous grin and obeys. You get on your knees on the floor between his thighs and go to unbutton his pants. Your hands are still shaking from your orgasm, though, so he helps you free himself. You use one hand to hold him and run your tongue in a circle around his tip.

"Oh, shit, baby." His voice is still deep and his breathing is heavier. You seem to be reading his body pretty well too.

You take all of him into your mouth and he cusses again and leans his head back, eyes rolling. You continue to work with your tongue and lips, licking and sucking him while he moans and grunts periodically. You get him just to the edge of his climax and stop. He looks at you abruptly, but you just smile playfully. You aren't finished with him yet. You help him pull his pants the rest of the way down and off until you're both completely naked. He's still in a sitting position, so you straddle him, placing one knee on the side of each of his hips. Then, you lower yourself onto him slowly and let him fill you up. He moans again and his hands automatically go to your rib cage, where he begins to control the pace of you sliding up and down on him. You ride him like this for a while, him pausing every few minutes to kiss and tease your chest. You bounce up and down quickly, reveling in the feeling of him hitting all of the right places inside you. Eventually, he stops you.

"Honey, I'm close." He whispers softly.

You put a hand on either side of his face and look into his eyes. You kiss him passionately before you whisper back, "I'm ready."

He flips you over and lays you down on the couch without pulling out of you. You keep your legs wrapped around his waist as he pumps into you deeply, the change in angle driving you both crazy. The sound of your bodies moving together mixes with the sweat of your mutual heat. You dig your fingernails into his back and he cries out as he slams into you as hard as he can, sending you over the edge again too. You feel his warmth fill you up as he collapses on top of you twitching with pleasure, your legs shaking as the waves continue to crash through you. He lays with his head on your chest, both of you breathing heavily and sweating.

"Fuck, baby, that was..."

"Incredible."

He looks up at you through the black hair that has fallen into his eyes.

"That wasn't in my dream."

You laugh. "It wasn't in mine either." You run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. There's something deeper in this moment than simple intimacy. There's a feeling of destiny between you, like a prophecy being fulfilled or a purpose being met.

He lays his head back down on your chest with one of your hands in the back of his hair and the other drawing lazy circles on his back. For a moment, you're afraid he's fallen asleep. You know you could in the stillness of being with him.

"I need you to stay with me." His voice cuts through the dream-like haze you were in.

"Stay with you?"

"Don't ever leave me." He mumbles it quietly, like he's afraid of what your answer might be. He pulls you into a sitting position on the couch and puts his forehead against yours.

"I don't think I could stand missing you again." You know exactly what he means.

"I'm not going anywhere." You belong to each other. He knows it and you know it. He kisses you softly on the cheek again.

"My dream girl."

It should be a cheesy line, but in this case, it's absolutely true.

******

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berry-club · 9 months ago

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-Office 119-

Minors dni

Contains: Office romance, love at first sight, pegging, blowjob, femdom!reader sub!eunseok, Eunseok x afab. 4k words

You realised you are a dominant years before, you've never talked to anyone about it, let alone experienced it, you've tried regular sex a few times but you quickly came to the conclusion that it wasn't for you. Since then, everytime you started flirting with a man you would suddenly ghost him, scared that he would call you a freak and runaway if you tell him what you like to do in bed, at this point you just think you are better off alone. You're working at an office job, the salary is pretty good and you can spend your days daydreaming sitting at your desk which is perfect for an introvert like you. One day, your boss gather everyone in the office saying a new person is coming working here tomorrow, the desk next to yours happened to be vacant so your boss asks you to teach them everything you can. It's annoying, you don't like your routine to be disturbed, but you're not really in a position to refuse, you just hope they are a fastlearner.

The day after when you go to the office your boss is waiting for you in front of the building next to a man, your heart skips a beat when you see him, he's tall with broad shoulders, his suit is perfectly adjusted to his body, he has a sharp features and dark brown eyes that can see right through you, its actually unfair how much he's your type.

"Eunseok heres y/n, she's going to teach you everything you need to know, if you have a question just ask her, y/n I hope you can teach him well"

The man looks at you with a faint smile on his face and slightly pink cheeks.

"Nice to meet you y/n."

"Nice to meet you Eunseok."

All three of us go in the elevator, your arm slightly touch eunseok's and he immediately backs away almost like you burned him, you're kinda offended by that, but whatever.

You try not to be too upset about it and push your thoughts away so you can get to work.

You explain everything to him as clearly as possible, he listens very carefully your explanations, asks you some questions, and gets to work, you're actually amazed at how good he is, he did not make a single mistake or make you repeat yourself, you're almost a little sad you're not that much needed.

You quickly get back to your work now you have some catch up to do, a few hours passed in a blink of an eye, focus on your screen, suddenly in the corner of your eyes you see a hand gently putting a cup of coffee on your desk, you turn around and see Eunseok.

"Noona, thank you for teaching me I hope you can rely on me in the futur"

"Oh don't worry about it, i'm glad I could help"

Eunseok returns to his desk next to yours and sits on his chair, you can't help but stare at him, his straight posture and his perfect side profile makes him look like he's on a magazine cover. You keep thinking about how pretty he would look showered in pleasure, you blush realising your dirty thoughts at the man you just met and start feeling a little guilty.

The days passed and eunseok becomes more and more skillful he doesn't have anything to ask you anymore, from time to time he brings a drink at your desk, still grateful to everything you taught him. Occasionally when you take a look him you both end up making eye contact making things awkward for a minute but you just can't stop yourself from staring at him.

On a random day, you're eating lunch with another female colleague, making small talk, when she suddenly asks.

"You know that new guy eunseok, he's so handsome but what's up with his attitude?"

"What are you talking about??"

"I mean I just met him in the cafeteria and at the photocopier a few times but he's so cold, barely answering when you talk to him, such a waste of a pretty face"

"Eunseok!?"

You can't hide your confusion ,you can't believe what she just said, you remember eunseok with a slight smile on his face, tenderness in his eyes and sweetness in his voice, bringing you drinks, there is no way you are talking about the same man. Your day goes by and you can't help but think about what your colleague had said to you everytime you see eunseok. The day ends, yoj go home and lie on your bed still thinking about that conversation you had, but after all, you know your colleague is very nosy and she can be pretty annoying sometimes, you decide to not read too much into it and just go to sleep.

A few weeks later passes without much going on, you have a good relationship with eunseok, you both help each other when needed, you sometimes eat lunch with him just making random discussions, nothing is really special with your relationship, just two colleagues getting along well, you already gave up having anything more than that with him so it's good enough for you.

One day at work, you decide to do some sorting, you ask eunseok for help to move some heavy boxes around, you both go into a cramped storage room where you two can barely fit.

"Can you take those 2 boxes please?"

You point your finger to the boxes, on a shelf being too high for you, eunseok reaches the boxes on top of the shelf his shirt slightly tightening in the movement.

"Oh wait i need that"

While his arms are still raised going for the boxes, you reach for some stationary behind him, your cheek barely touching his back.

Eunseok jumps at the touch, taking a big step back, going as far away as he can in that small room, he looks a little puzzled, you instantly remind yourself of the first day you met him and how he jumped away from you in the elevator.

"Oh right you hate when I touch you, i'm sorry for making you uncomfortable i'll be careful from now on."

You do your best not to look too awkward, quickly trying to reach the door handle to get out of here as fast as you can, you could die of embarrassment right now.

"Noona wait!"

You froze, his pleading voice makes your face feel hot for a second. You turn around to take a look at him, he's is blushing like crazy, looking everywhere in the room, doing everything he can not to meet your gaze. He looks hesitant and say.

"I- I don't hate it, it's just... ever since I met you, when you touch me I don't know what to do with myself, please don't think I hate it."

You're a little taken aback by his response, you didn't expect him to feel that way about you and being so honest about it.

"Does that mean I can touch you?"

Eunseok nods, looking straight at you with his deep eyes.

Your head gets empty, you can't think of anything else but to touch him. You close the gap between him and you, put your hand on him, gently caressing his chest over his shirt, you watch him close his eyes in anticipation, you start going over his nipple gently playing with it with your finger while your other hand touches his waist, your heart is beating faster you feel a rush inside you, he's biting his hand to refrain for making any noise.

"Wait noona-"

His voice makes you stop immediately, realising you are at work and it's not the place nor the time to do things like that.

"Sorry let's stop here."

You quickly get out of the room without looking back, going to the bathroom locking yourself trying to process what just happened, your heart beating even faster, you can't believe what you just did, it's like your body acted on its own.

After calming down for a few minutes, you return to your desk, eunseok is already back to his, none of you dare to look at the other, you just avoid each other for the rest of the day which seemed to last forever.

Finally home you're still reminiscing about what happened, everytime you close your eyes you keep seing his face, him being so sensitive and all submissive to your touch, you start to think that maybe if it's him he won't runaway.

A few days passes and to your disappointment everything gets back to normal, you would do everything to see that expression on his face again but you have no idea how to bring that up, you're more of an introvert, not used to starts the conversation, then you notice that eunseok seems to avoid you, you keep questioning yourself, maybe he actually regrets it, maybe he hated you now, maybe you went too far... you're trying to decide if it's better to apologize or leave him alone.

One time your boss decides to bring everyone at a restaurant after work, it's basically hell for you, you try your hardest not to look at eunseok sitting in front of you, his loose tie, his shirt a little bit open, you could see his clavicles and his adam's apple. Your body wanted to stare at him and touch him everywhere, but you mostly didn’t want him to hate you even more. The evening passes and everyone goes home one by one and now its just the 2 of you. The mood is so awkward it's almost hard to breathe, you're getting ready to leave fast before making him even more uncomfortable, then eunseok says.

"Do you want me to call you a cab?"

You're so relieved to finally hear him talk to you.

"No need I live around the corner i'll walk."

"It's late i'll go with you."

Eunseok looks at you with a hint of excitement waiting for your response.

"Sure, thanks" You couldn't possibly say no to that face anyway and why would you?

You gladly accept thinking that maybe he didn't think that bad of you.You start walking with eunseok in silence, the atmosphere is a little heavy but still way better than before, you quickly arrive in front of your apartment and start reaching for your keys in your bag, you pause looking at the door, you really want to stay with him a little more, you're thinking really hard to know if it's a good idea or a terrible one. You finally ask him.

"Do you wanna come in?"

You can see his eyes light up as he nods.

The two of you go into your appartement, you let out a small sigh of relief when you remember cleaning it the day before. You pour eunseok a glass of water and you both make yourself comfortable on your couches, sitting in front of each other. You're thinking about a nice thing to say to him that could break the tension between you two.

"You know Eunseok I'm very proud of you"

Eunseok looks happy but a little confused by your unexpected compliment.

"You learned everything so fast you basically got to my level in the first week and i've been working here for years, it's almost scary" You chuckle.

"But it's thanks to you, you were the best teacher, you explained everything so clearly I couldn't help but learn fast"

You can feel the sincerity in his voice, you smile at his kind words, relieved to see that he thinks that way about you.

"Thank you I needed to hear that"

Eunseok smiles, you both are silent for a few seconds then eunseok starts to be fidgety, his ears slightly getting pink, playing with his hands looking at his glass of water on the table.

"You know, I can't stop thinking about last time in the store room."

You can see at his face that he's remembering how good he felt, your eyes grow larger, you're so happy you're not the only one who has been replaying the scene over and over in your head, you come closer to eunseok sitting next to him. You decide to just go for it and in an instant you put your lips on his neck, eunseok jumps a little in surprise but doesn't back away, you keep nibbling at his neck hearing his breathing getting a little faster, you get closer to his ears and see them being bright red. You whisper sofltly in his ear.

"Do you want more?"

Eunseok nods, you put your hands on his tie and remove it, throwing it on the ground, you also remove some of the buttons of his shirt and start sliding your hand in it to touch his chest while still kissing his neck, eunseok shivers at your touch while you begin to touch his nipple, you can feel eunseok trying his best to hold back his voice, poor boy is so sensitive. You back away from his neck and look him in the eyes.

"Its just the two of us now, no need to refrain from making noises okay? Let me hear everything."

"Yes.."

Eunseok is so obedient, you would probably be mortified by how he treats anyone that isn't you. Ignoring everyone he doesn't want to talk to, women grabbing him by the arm trying to flirt while he just pushes them away with a cold face not even giving them a reaction. You sit on top of his thigh and put your hand on his face gently squishing it before kissing his lips, you slowly start putting your tongue, your hand grabbing his shoulder while the other is still under his shirt stroking his nipple.

"Eunseok"

You say in between kisses, you can't help but want to call his name making sure he knows he belongs to you right now. Your tongue going deeper inside his mouth, you can feel his bulge grow larger against your knee everytime you say his name. You start playing with his bulge with your knee slowly going further in. Eunseok doesn't dare to touch you, he lets you in control, he's all in your hands now ready to accept everything you'll do to him. You use one of your hand to touch his crotch through his pants, you can feel he's already hard, his pants looking like its gonna explode his dick begging to be free, he badly wants to remove his pants but you still want to play with him a little more. You get out of him and go on your knees in front of him, putting your face up his crotch and your hands grabbing his thighs, putting kisses and sucking on the fabric, you wish you could see the face he's making right now but everytime you try to see, his head is looking at the celling, his chest doing quick movements, panting more and more.

After some time his pants are wet by your spit, eunseok wants to beg you to set him free but he wouldn't dare giving you an order. After seeing him struggle making all kind of erotic sounds, you finally unzip his pants and pull down his underwear, revealing his dick already leaking in precum, the size is not too small and not too big, it's the perfect size to take care of, the tip is bubble gum pink looking like a candy waiting to be tasted. You can't help but put him whole in your mouth in one go, playing with his uretra with your tongue, going back and forth, doing all sort of sloppy noises tasting it as much as you can, sucking hard on it, you can feel it twitching in your mouth. You're so focus on tasting him you don't realise he's already about to cum.

"W-wait noona ugh"

Before he can cum, you decide you want to be somewhere more comfortable your knees was starting to hurt on the carpet and you really wanted to savor the moment, thinking it would be a shame to not see the face he's gonna make while he cums. You stop, get up, grab him by the arm and bring him to your bedroom, Eunseok follows you without any questions, you push him on your bed and you can't wait to make a mess out of this man. You get on top of him and start undressing him, he's now only in his undies, you can finally take a good look at his body, everything about it is so pretty, slightly carved abs, cute nipples and a tiny waist perfect for you to grab. You couldn't believe the sight, a man was lying in your bed, his eyes begging you to touch him and do everything you want with him, it's all you've ever dreamed of. You lean on him, putting kisses everywhere you can, his neck, abs, thighs, he's shaking and moaning when you start playing with his nipple with your tongue. You slide your right hand is his undies to play with his balls while gently biting his nipple, his legs spreading and his knees bending as you do so you can reach all the right places, he can't help but groan and pant at the stimulation. You stop playing with his balls to use your middle finger to tease his hole, he shivers and moan at the touch.

"Can I?"

Eunseok still panting "yes.. please"

You can barely contain the excitement of his response, you remove his underwear and take him in your mouth once again while putting your middle finger in him, slowly going back and forth, up and down, left and right, you then put your ring finger and start bending them to reach his prostate, eunseok's hips shaking and raising almost imploring you to do even more, his dick deep in your mouth getting even harder. You can hear his moans getting heavier. Your hand go faster while you lick his dick inside your mouth, his hole clenching almost about to break your fingers in half.

"Too much.. I'm gonna-"

eunseok bites his bottom lip, his dick twitching more and more, his hole pulsing, you remove his dick from you mouth so he can cum on his stomach, while youre still playing with his prostate, the orgasm washes over him like he got struck by lightning, his hips raising and trembling like crazy making loud moans, grabbing the mattresse so hard you can see his veins popping out.

"Ahh.. ahh..."

His breathing is so fast, the sight makes you so wet you can't believe you're the one responsible for his state, his eyes half closed and watering looking like he just went to heaven, while he calms down still looking dizzy, you get of your bed and open a box next to it, you take a strap-on out of it, you're so happy to finally have a use for it, you bought it a few months ago cause you were wondering what you would look like with one around your hips, you clumsily put it on and get on top of eunseoks chest putting your strap on near his face, he's still being hazy, excited for what comes next.

"Can you do that for me eunseok?"

Your voice almost sounding a little mean.

He quickly understands, nods and open his mouth, letting you fuck it as you wish, going in and out hitting the back of his throat. The sight makes you feel so good almost like he was really sucking your dick, watching your strap-on disappearing in his mouth. The sloppy sounds he makes are driving you crazy, you grab him by the head to go faster Eunseok is groaning grabbing the sheets of the beds, drooling all over your strap-on, you slowly caress his cheek.

"Such a good boy"

Eunseok flushes at your words, something about you prasing him always make him so happy.

After your strap-on is covered and his spit, you get out of him and turn him on all four,

His behind is so pretty, his hole is twitching and throbbing waiting for you, you almost wanna eat it but you decide to keep that for another time. You put two fingers into him going left and right making sure his hole is stretched enough to welcome you, you start putting the tip of your strap-on to his hole teasing it, still dripping in his saliva.

"I'll go slowly, if its uncomfortable make sure to tell me ok?"

"Okay..."

You slowly and as gently as possible put your strap-on inside of him, eunseok is holding his breath while the whole thing goes inside him, you let him get used to you for a moment and start going back and forth at a slow pace, Eunseok moans and grabs the sheets like he's holding on for dear life, you use your hands to grab his waist, making him arch his back with your touch while he burries his face in your pillow, you see his hips trying to grind even more towards you, you start going faster and his moans are getting louder, your strap hitting all of his good spots, tickling his prostate over and over you can hear him whine everytime you hit the right places, and each time the back of your strap-on hits your cunt it feels so good you let out some moans too, you grab and pinch his butt making it a pretty shade of red while you're getting deeper into him.You can barely hear him say "noona" again and again inside your pillow, he raises his hips high removing your strap on from him and cums on your sheets, shivering and breathing shakily, his feet kicking the bed, his knees giving up he's now lying on his stomach breathing hard through the sheets, you take this time to calm yourself down too, after a moment he gathers himself, turns around to sit and put his back against the headboard.

You both look at each other glancing up and down, he looks so cute with his hair in a mess, then eunseok realises.

"but noona you didn't-"

"stay still"

Eunseok watches you silently while you remove your strap-on, pants, panties and your bra, letting you with only a thin white shirt, Your perky nipples showing through it. You get on top of his leg and starts grinding against it, your cunt dripping everywhere on his leg, you take one of his hand and put it on your waist while you put yours on his chest for support. Eunseok widen his eyes at your move, it's his first time actually touching you, something about it feels wrong like he's doing something he shouldn't do, he worships you so much it feels to him like he's touching a goddess. Seeing you jump on his leg, your breast going up and down behind your shirt, while using him like a sextoy almost makes him go insane, you keep humping on his legs while you french kiss him and moan in his mouth, you grind faster and deeper, his soft skin against your folds feels so good, it doesn't take long for you to come, your cunt was already throbbing from the beginning. A strong shiver goes over all of your body, your nails digging in eunseok's skin. You take a minute to rest on his chest, he gently pets your head and kisses your hair while you calm your breathing.

After a moment of hugging each other you both go in the bathroom washing each other, eunseok looks at you with big puppy eyes full of affection.

"You should sleep here, i'll wash your clothes and change the sheets."

Eunseok agrees and you both go to sleep, like an habit eunseok snuggles in your arms while you touch his silky hair, you both fall asleep and the awkwardness between you two totally vanished like you've known each other for years.

#eunseok #song eunseok #smut #riize #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize smut #eunseok smut #fanfiction #fanfic

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shortpplfedup · 1 year ago

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Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 10

We're in the final act now, as Jojo n'em focus on 'Redemption'. Last week y'all tapped Nick as the most honest in reckoning with himself, and now it's everybody else's turn for a reckoning.

🔺1. Boeing (2)

You're totally his type. Like an upgraded version of me.

Walk in, fuck shit up, that's the Boeing way, and I am GAGGING for it. I don't have a clue who the target is or what his game is or exactly but he is playing it EXPERTLY. Is he trying to get Top back? Is he trying to get back at Top? Where does next week's Sand diversion fit in? DID HE AND MEW REVENGE FUCK I NEED TO KNOW?! (I ALSO NEED TO SEE!).

🔻2. Nick (1)

Don't we deserve each other?

Nikolai my stalker baby, why did my heart swell three sizes when you got your man? Honesty remains the best policy, and owning your own shit is a fast track to understanding and accepting others. Nick tried, he genuinely gave Daddy Dan an honest and fair chance, and it COULD have been something, but the heart wants what it wants and Nick's heart wants Boston. The look on his face when he saw his photo as Boston's lockscreen, the way he BAWLED when Boston admitted he missed him...peak romance I tell you.

🔺3. Boston (4)

I don't usually take good care of what I own.

I'm not really meta-ing about this show, but the PRECISION with which Jojo n'em sliced and diced the audience's slut-shaming ways via this character got me. I am INCANDESCENT on Boston's behalf that his so-called friends were so willing to believe Atom's nasty little lies. Because Boston might be a slut, and he might have gone a little Top crazy, and he might stir up some drama when he's feeling some typa way, but he's not a sexual predator, and HE DOESN'T LIE. And despite it all people who call themselves friends to him SHOULD know that. He shouldn't have fucked Atom yes, but Atom straight up asked to get fucked. Boston DOES have lessons to learn about controlling his impulses and filtering the things that come out of his mouth, but these hypocrites ain't the ones to teach him. I'm glad that Nick got over himself last week just in time to be there when Boston truly needed him, and I hope that if they decide to try a relationship that Nick keeps the letting-Boston-be-Boston energy he's discovered.

⭐4. Ray's Dad

Ray's Dad in his one prior appearance seemed like a man at the end of his rope, and I'm glad my thinking was borne out. This story keeps telling us that nobody is a monster, nobody is a villain, everybody is just a person, and Ray's dad is a person like all the rest of them: he cared about his wife, he's watched helplessly and increasingly angrily as his son went down the same path, but he didn't know how to get through to him because he's limited, as we all are, so he did a lot of the wrong thing. I don't think paying Sand to get Ray into rehab was the wrong thing though, that was the act of a desperate man. Him giving Ray the straight dope about how to treat people was a long overdue fatherly lesson. Has he been neglectful? Indubitably. But I'm rooting for him.

🔻5. Sand (3)

Do you think I’m a man with no dignity?

Sand is the beneficiary of me being salty about Mew and Ray joining the 'I saw Goodie Proctor with the devil' mini-mob, but I could have TOLD him that a man who continuously and repeatedly calls you a whore is going to believe the absolute worst about you when the chips are down. I'm lowkey mad he gave back the money, because Ray is gonna call him a whore whether or not he's getting paid. I know Sand lives for the drama sparkle Ray brings to his otherwise dull life, but come ON dude.

🔺6. Mew (7)

If you blow it again this time, I'll blame myself for being dumb enough to trust you.

Mew joining in the fun with Boeing is probably gonna bite him somehow but right now I am LIVINGGGGG. Mew keeping Top up at night staring at the ceiling on a regular basis is the only way I'm gonna truly enjoy them being together, because game recognising game is my favourite brand of toxic relationship. If these two spend the next 50 years trying to get one over on each other I will be so satisfied.

🔻7. Ray (5)

I'm not addicted to alcohol. I can stop whenever I want.

Ray spending the entire episode in various stages of denial, his irritation with the idea of rehab and refusal to take it seriously, that explosion that was ALWAYS coming at Sand, and his final, quiet realisation that he has a fucking problem and he needs to fix it to stop hurting the people around him was phenomenal television, anchored by a bravura performance by Khaotung. Ray is gonna have a lot of amends to make once he starts drying out, including saying everything he said to his therapist directly to Sand. Can he truly change? Let's see.

🔻8. Top (6)

I'm sure if he stops being mad at me, we can make it long-term.

I finally figured out why no matter what I'll NEVER like Top and he doesn't pass the vibe check: his instincts and reactions are to lie, hide and cheat when he doesn't feel on top of things. He and Boeing may not be fuckin', but whatever is going on there smells like deceit and mendacity, and he is DESPERATE to hide it from Mew. The look on his face when Boeing is around is exactly how he looked around Boston after that car. Give me an honest slut over whatever this is any day of the week and twice on Sundays. I keep saying that Mew is part of Top's self-actualization, and the way he talks about him with Boeing in this ep just adds fuel to my fire. Is that enough to sustain a long-lasting and successful relationship, absolutely, so many couples are JUST like this.

🔺9. Cheum (12)

Find your own way to graduate. And we will forget we were once friends with you.

OOH this girl pisses me off. Having finally decided to mind the business that pays her, mostly because she's annoyed Atom seems to prefer talking to Boston than talking to her, she's all too willing to believe Atom's lies about Boston and run up pointing her j'accuse finger. I genuinely can't get over how UGLY that scene at Boston's was, how Cheum pulled out some of the same shit that gets levelled at queer men, promiscuous or not, and threw it all at Boston. When she said she didn't believe that Atom was the aggressor because he likes girls, that hit me in the fucking chest. Boston must have done something to Atom. He must have coerced him, blackmailed him, forced him, right? It's so grotesque.

🔻10. Atom (9)

Getting my heart broken by a girl won't kill me.

Speaking of grotesque, what a nasty bit of business this was. Hurt people hurt people, that's kind of the whole ethos of this show, and the lies Atom told were designed to ruin Boston's life like he feels Boston ruined his by GIVING HIM EXACTLY WHAT HE ASKED FOR. I very much doubt Atom is gonna stop at Cheum too, he's out to destroy, and spreading around this kind of shit about somebody who's already judged for being 1) queer and 2) promiscuous is absolutely destructive. This shit was the vilest thing anybody has done on this show by a country mile.

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends #only friends series #bl meta series

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nahoney22 · 2 years ago

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Hi hello! First of all congrats on so many followers, your content is really good and well thought out! Now, can I drop a request for the 501st boys (or the Batchers if you'd prefer)? I'd love to see some headcanons on how would they'd react to a lover who enjoys to romance them on the regular <3 From bringing them breakfast in bed to thoughtful little gifts, wining 'n dining and even serenading them Remember to stay hydrated, and I hope your day/evening/night is pleasant :D

Romancing

501st boys X GN!Reader

Exactly what the request asks ♥️ thank you for the kind words too, anon. Same back to you. Sorry for the wait ♥️

warnings: none, fluff. Reader is Gender Neutral

Masterlist

Rex 🌹

When Rex first saw the first gift on the pillow of his bed in the barracks he is pleasently surprised. Of course he knew it was from his sweetheart - you - but he had never expected anyone to go out of their way to make a makeshift pampering set for him. “What’s all this then?” He mumbles with a smile.

He’s a little shy about it and after having a root through, he does hide it under his bunk incase the others go rooting through since you almost left cute on the bottles and containers such as reminders that he is loved, how handsome he is and how he deserves to have something look after him when you’re not around.

When he’s alone and has the time, he uses your gifts to keep him fresh, clean and tidy. All the while he is sending you pictures of him with the face and hair masks on that you got him.

‘How do I look?’ He will ask you through message.

‘Oh Captain, very handsome.’

And in his downtime, he also will go out and buy you stuff in return. He was lucky to have you.

Fives 💋

This man was already smitten with you so when he started finding love notes in his helmet, boots, weapon cases he was hook, line and sinker in love with you.

He was always one to romance you so to have it done back in return made his cheeks burn and heart pulse.

“So mesh’la, what’s with all these notes?” He asks once he has you back in his arms, holding up a little bit of flimsy that said he had the most enchanting eyes.

You shrug and smile warmly up at your man. “Just me expressing my fondness for you.” You smirk.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? How about you tell me to my face how fine you think my butt is?”

You pause and gave him an incredulous look. “I never wrote one like that!”

He rubs the back of his neck, chuckling. “Yeah I know… but I wish you did.”

Dogma 🎶

When he is sitting across from you, watching you pull out your musical instrument of choice, his face set on fire.

He was always reclusive when it came to relationships so when he finally mellowed out and made a move on you, he certainly was happy.

What he didn’t expect however was to come to your apartment and have you tell him that you wrote a song for him. He was a stuttering mess but after hearing what you had written, he had to hold his breath to stop him from crying truthfully.

He’s bashful. “T-thank you darling… but you didn’t need to do that for me.”

A crestfallen expression falls on your feature. “Oh, did you not like it?”

“Yes! Of course I did!” He is standing up quickly and walking towards you, taking your hands in his. “Just a very nice but unexpected gift. Thank you.” He is a little nervous incase he had upset you but seeing you smile for him makes him know he’s not in the doghouse.

Jesse ❤️

“Good morning, handsome.” Jesse rolls over onto his back, yawning as your soft voice roused him from his sleep.

Sitting up to look for you, he raises a curious brow to see you in the doorway to the bedroom with a tray in your hand. “I made you breakfast.”

He chuckles, sitting up straight so his back rested against the headboard. “I could’ve come to the table to eat it.”

“I know,” you shrug as you walk over, placing it over in his lap, “but breakfast in bed sounds good, no?”

He looks at the array of baked goods and his stomach growls in hunger just at the sight and smell. “Sounds perfect. Thank you baby.” How did he end up with someone as fantastic as you?

Hardcase 💃🏻

“Hardcase, look what I just won for you!” Sneaking away to be with his soulmate, the two of you went to a fair where you had a go at winning a special gift for your boyfriend.

He turns to you, lips wrapped around a delicious chocolatey treat as you bound over with a large stuffed tooka doll.

“For me? But you won it babes.” He laughs, finishing and swallowing his food as he slings a arm over you shoulder and draws you near, taking a hold of the doll.

“Yeah… I won it for you though. So you can have something to cuddle when I’m not there.” You grin up at him, cheesy smile on both of your faces. “Or is someone to embarrassed to be seen with a stuffed toy at the barracks.”

He rolls his eyes at your teasing tone, sticking his tongue out at you. “Nothing can embarrass me sweet cheeks. And if anyone tries to steal Dave I’ll kick their ass.”

“Really? Dave of all names?”

“It’s a good name. Oh, and thanks.” He places a kiss to your lips as the two of you continue your fun evening ahead. Oh how he loves romance.

Masterlist

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#clone wars #nahoney22 writes #501st HC’s #501st one shots #captain rex x reader #Hardcase x reader #fives x reader #dogma x reader #commander jesse x reader #tbb #star wars #501st battalion

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ihatemyselfbuttheatrekidsloveme · 4 months ago

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You Love Who You Love (Clyde Barrow x fem!OC) 18+

Summary - (the timeline for this is 1930) Clara Odell met Clyde Barrow when he came running into the diner where she works, he begged her to hide him while the cops were after him. She helps him and they get to know each other. (yes i did take some of the storyline from the musical, it's hard to think of anything else)

Warnings - eventual romance, eventual smut, swearing, nicknames.

word count - 928

pt.1

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Clara Odell was a regular girl from West Dallas. She had a good education, well, as good as you could get in West Dallas in 1926. She followed rules and obeyed the laws, she even worked in a quaint, little diner.

She had dreams, as most people do, to be a star, to be the 'it girl' like Clara Bow, with whom she shared her name.

It was an ordinary day, she served coffee and pie to her regulars, the cops on their breaks, and the new customers. Then in walked the boy she had known from school, Ted Hinton. He'd had a crush on her since they were children, Clara never reciprocated his feelings, but she did like his company.

"'Morning Ted, the usual?" Clara gave a friendly smile as he sat down and nodded. She poured him some coffee and gave him the slice of apple pie he always ordered, with cream and extra sugar.

"You're too good to me, Clara." Ted smiled and put his hand on top of hers awkwardly, she moved her hand uncomfortably.

"How's work been?" She asked.

"Same old, same old." He said as he sipped his coffee and started eating his pie.

Clara smiled and went to tend to another customer. Ted finished his pie and coffee and walked to the counter. "Thank you Clara, I better get going."

"See you later Ted." Clara said and picked up the $1 bill Ted left there.

"Say, Clara, are you busy on saturday?"

"I don't think so, why do you ask?"

"Well, you know Tom, from school?"

"Yeah, I think so."

He cleared his throat and continued to speak. "He's, um, having a little get together, with some people from school and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?"

"I'll see if I'm free Ted, thanks for offering." She smiled, slightly awkwardly. She'd rather not go to a 'get together' with people from school, and especially not Ted.

Ted left and she cleared his table. The diner was pretty much empty, aside from Clara. She walked over to the beloved jukebox and hit number 27, 'Am I Blue?'. She hummed along and swayed slightly as she cleaned and then the door opened.

The bell rang, and she stood up straight, seeing a man crouched underneath a table, looking around like a scared puppy.

"Everyth-," She went to speak but the man silenced her as the sirens of the police whirred past. The man let out a deep breath and got out from underneath the table.

He stood up straight, brushing dust off of his knees and looking at Clara. "Sorry 'bout that, didn't mean to scare ya." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's okay, why are you hiding from the cops?"

"Robbery, auto theft, a few things, I like to keep busy." He laughed with a sheepish grin.

"It sounds it." She laughed. "I'm Clara, as in Bow." She introduced herself.

"I'm Clyde, as in Barrow." He joked.

Clara laughed and smiled. "So, Clyde Barrow, I'm guessing you escaped jail, and that's why you're hiding?"

"Well, Clara.." He said, trying to get her last name.

"Odell." She smiled.

"Thank you," He smiled at her before continuing. "Well, Clara Odell, as a matter o' fact I did escape, my brother an' I busted out."

"Sounds risky."

"It was, but I like livin' like that."

"Like what?"

"Like an outlaw, like Billy The Kid or Jesse James." He said. "They're my heroes, oh and Al Capone, I'm 'one be just like 'em."

"A criminal?"

"Yeah, but I'm gonna be the guy kids look up to."

"Well at least you've got dreams."

"Ev'rybody's got dreams, I've got plans, I just needa get outta West Dallas."

"I've never met anyone who wants to leave West Dallas." She commented and walked behind the counter.

"You have now." He said and sat down at the counter. "You gotta beautiful smile, I bet ya hear that all the time."

"As a matter of fact I do." She smiled.

"Me too." He said and she laughed. "Can I smoke in here?"

"Does it matter what I say?"

"Not really." He smirked and lit his cigarette, taking a drag and offering it to Clara, she took it between her fingers and took a long drag. "You ever think o' leavin'?"

"Yeah, well I mean, who doesn't think of leaving?"

"Where d'ya think o' goin'?"

"New York, or Hollywood..." She said and thought, daydreaming with a soft smile.

"Yeah I can see you in Hollywood, you got that 'it girl' look, I can see you in Manhattan in fancy clothes, signin' autographs, bein' in the pictures."

"You really think so?" She beamed and handed him back the cigarette.

"Yeah, I do. I can see you bein' driven around in a fancy car with a glass o' champagne and your fur coat with cameras flashin' and crowds cheerin' for ya... when you get famous make sure you remember the name, Clyde Barrow."

"Oh I won't forget." Clara smiled.

"Say, could you gimme a lift into West Dallas, I wanna see my folks before I leave."

"They live in The Devil's Back Porch?" She asked and Clyde nodded. "So, where are you gonna go?"

"Anywhere I want." He said before taking a drag from his cigarette and crushing it under his heel.

"I can give you a lift." She said. "My car's outside, it's the old rust bucket at the side." She laughed and took off her apron before walking to her car and Clyde followed behind her.

taglist: @ave09 @alchemicalwerewolf

#jeremy jordan #bonnie and clyde #clyde barrow

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tswaney17 · 2 years ago

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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 38

As promised, we're celebrating my 30th birthday with a little update. 🎂🎁 This is definitely a filler chapter, and one that I fought with a lot. I'm not entirely happy with it, but we're going to move on. I have so many exciting things coming for this AU that I can't wait to share with you. Thank you all for reading! 💙💜💚

My fanfic account: @tswaney17fics

My ao3 account: tswaney17

Please let me know what you think about this update. I love getting your feedback. Constructive criticism is always welcome. 💕

Catch up here.

Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW (kinda)

Word Count: 5,461

It had been three months since Feyre’s gallery showing and Elain and Azriel were living in utter bliss. Though the quietness from Elias and Azriel’s brothers kept him on edge, he didn’t let that affect them. Even agreeing to let up on her security protocols for getting dropped off at work—seeing as she was late twice. Granted, she had to sway him a bit, which meant she ended up kneeling on the couch and then bent over the armrest.

Not that she minded one bit.

Since she’d broken through that last barrier of her trauma, Elain felt like a new woman. One who was fully confident sexually and able to give Azriel more of herself.

He took full advantage of it too. Just last night, they were going at it doggy-style, but rather than maintaining an upright position like her ex would, Azriel leaned over her and held her against his chest so she slid up and down his body, their skin maintaining contact.

Holding them both up with one arm, he wrapped the other one around her, securing her to him. Elain had never thought doggy-style could hold any kind of intimacy—any sort of romance—but like always, Az surprised her with how he pleasured her. He liked the feeling of her against him when they fucked and, well, she loved it too.

Elain smiled to herself as she made her way to the private wing of the emergency room where high-valued patients were kept. Viviane had paged her, telling her someone requested her specifically for a consultation. “Hi Viv,” she called when the bleach blonde appeared in her line of sight.

“Ellie,” she smiled. “Thank you for coming down. I tried to persuade him to have a regular check-up before going straight to a surgical consultation, but he was insistent,” Viv explained handing over the iPad with the patient’s medical chart on it.

Glancing through the notes, nothing stood out to her.

“Do you recognize the name?”

She shook her head. “I don’t. I’ve never heard of this man before.” Her brows furrowed as she tapped the screen, digging further. “There’s not much here. What is he in for?”

“Appendicitis. Said you took out a friend’s and they recommended you.”

Elain looked up at her friend and caught the caution in her eyes. “You don’t believe him.” It wasn’t a question.

Viviane shrugged a shoulder. “If he has appendicitis, then he’s got a very high threshold for pain tolerance.”

“Do you think he’s lying to hide what’s really wrong?”

“Possibly. Though I’m not sure what it could be that he couldn’t tell me but will tell you.”

Hugging the iPad to her chest, Elain said, “Well, there’s only one way to find out.” Striding to the closed door of a private room, she knocked and entered. “Hello, Mr. Thompson. I’m Doctor Ar—”

She froze three steps into the room.

Because the man that turned around on the other side of the exam table was none other than Elias Hewn himself.

He smiled sinisterly at her. “Hello, Elain Archeron,” he cooed.

Like a doe, she turned to bolt from the room but found the door being slammed shut and blocked by another man, larger in stature than Elias. A guard of some sort, she assumed. The size of him, the way his biceps bulged when he crossed his arms indicated she was likely correct in that assumption.

Trapped.

She was trapped.

Her heart skipped in her chest as fear settled in. Whirling around to face Elias, Elain lifted her chin and told him, “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve to come here.”

The man chuckled, slowly walking around the table and towards her. “You should consider yourself lucky I merely came here and didn’t take you while you were leaving.” His head cocked to the side. “Though, correct me if I’m wrong, that’s already happened to you, has it not?” he taunted.

How he knew about her kidnapping was beyond her, but then again, he played in a world she wasn’t completely privy to. News about Azriel’s girl getting kidnapped by Hybern and his killing them probably spread like wildfire in the underworld.

His lips curved up even more. “I’ll take your silence as confirmation.” He moved closer to her, stepping into her personal space and letting his eyes flick over her face. “I can see why Azriel is so taken with you. You really are gorgeous.”

“Azriel,” she snapped, “is taken by more than just my looks. I don’t think I could say the same for you.” Elain folded her arms across her chest, careful with the iPad still clutched in her hand. “What the fuck do you want?”

Elias tugged on a lock of hair, letting the curl wrap around his finger before thumbing one of the earrings that her boyfriend gave to her for her birthday.

They were gorgeous halo studs, sapphires in the center, and surrounded by diamonds. He had been insistent that she keep them when she tried to tell him they were too much and took to using his mouth into persuading her.

His lips curled up. “Azriel has good taste in jewelry.” His knuckle ran over the curve of her cheek. “Is that how he keeps your legs spread?”

Elain’s face heated at the words, at the implication. But she bit her tongue, letting him think he was luring her in.

He leaned forward until his lips touched the shell of her ear. “I could show you things he never could.” He said it in a daze, almost trance-like. His body shifted closer until any large breath would have his chest brushing hers.

Her blood raced as he encroached in on her, dominating her person with his presence. And just when she knew he thought he had her, Elain brought her arm back and cracked it across his face, hard enough to send his head snapping to the side. “Do not touch me,” she snarled, stepping back to add space between them.

His fingers touched his cheek, mouth parting in what she could only describe as shock.

Before he could say anything, she snarled, “How dare you come in here, posing as a patient, and lay your hand on me.” Her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings. Like a symphony of an enemy’s drum as it approached.

Faster than she could detect, his hand snapped forward, gripping her by the throat and pinning her against the door. Her back smacked the wood, knocking the breath from her lungs. “Do you have any idea what you two have done to me? To my company?” he hissed in her face. The rage that lined his features reminded her so much of that night with her ex-fiancé. She knew what happened when men lost their temper; remembered seeing that same viciousness in his eyes that she saw in Graysen’s.

But Elain wasn’t the same woman she was when he tried to assault her. No, she was the girlfriend of a mobster. Despite the fear racing through her veins, it was time the world recognized and respected her power for who she was. She wasn’t going to let her terror make her cower to this man.

Throwing on her best sneer, ignoring how hard her chest was beating, she told him, “That sounds like more of your poor planning than our problem. And you need to leave. Now.”

Elias’s dark eyes narrowed, fingers tightening around her throat, restricting her airway that much more, as he looked at her. Really looked at her. Assessed her in a way that told her he was trying to determine how much of a fight she’d put up. He released her neck, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants like he was restraining himself from grabbing her again. “You and I are connected, Elain. I felt it the first moment we met.”

She nearly got whiplash from the change in direction, gulping down quiet breaths now that his hand was removed from her throat, but she focused on his words.

The night of the fundraiser, when he sniffed the skin of her inner wrist and grabbed her when she denied him what he wanted. “There is no connection between us, Elias. You need to get that through your skull.”

“Then how do you explain you sensing my presence at the club?” he asked, cocking his head to the side once more, dark hair sliding across his brow. “I know you felt me watching you—saw you looking around for me.”

“I didn’t know it was you.” A lie. She and Azriel both were convinced it was Elias at the club even though Az never found footage of him. He had to have come in some sort of disguise.

A smile curled up the side of his mouth. “Liar. You knew it was me.”

She stayed quiet.

Elias shook his head, laughing to himself in a way that had her blood going cold. “Believe what you want, pet, but we both know the truth—”

Elain had had enough of his games. Pushing off the door and forcing him to take a startled step back, she demanded, “What do you want, Elias? I won’t ask again.”

He shifted on his feet. “I just want you both to know how easy it is to get to you. That no matter how much security he has in place, I can still find you.” He stepped closer, leaning in until his mouth grazed her cheek in a featherlight kiss.

Her body locked up, but she refused to show him just how much his closeness affected her.

“I will exact my revenge on you both. You won’t know when, or where, but one day I’m coming for you for what you did. And when I do, we will have so much fun.”

Anxiety gripped her chest at his words. At the underlying threat in his tone. She knew he wasn’t lying; that one day, he would take what he believed he was owed. But the worst fear was that she didn’t know how he would try and take his revenge.

“Have a good day, Doctor Archeron,” he murmured, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, and tell Azriel good luck getting to me.” Shooting her a wink, he and the other male strode from the room, the door clicking shut behind him and his guard.

Elain gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth as a sob tore out of her throat. She dropped the iPad to the ground and pulled out her phone with shaky fingers. Clicking on Azriel’s name, she put the phone to her ear.

He answered before the second ring. “Hello, love.”

A strangled sound escaped her that had him instantly on alert.

“Elain,” he said her name urgently. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

She sniffed, hating the tears that built in her throat and were threatening to flow down her cheeks. Pathetic—it was absolutely pathetic how much he affected her, but she couldn’t stop the droplets from rolling down her cheeks. “He was here,” she said so quietly, Elain wasn’t even sure Az could hear her.

“Who, Elain?”

Swallowing the painful lump, she breathed, “Elias.”

The line went silent for half a second. And then she heard him moving. “Did he touch you?” The wrath in his voice had some dark piece of her soul stirring.

She debated on telling him or not, knowing it would anger him further, but eventually decided to go with the truth. “He…he grabbed my neck,” she told him, fingers grazing the skin of her throat where she was concerned bruises might form. “Az—he was at the club that night. He told me.”

Her boyfriend swore low and filthily. “I should’ve put a fucking bullet in him when I had the chance.”

The words didn’t bring her any comfort, something he must’ve sensed because he added a bit more softly, “El, the Moonbeam twins are in the lobby waiting for you. I’m on my way. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Elain tried to take a steadying breath. “I’m okay, Az.”

“I’d like to see that for myself.”

She didn’t get the chance to argue further before the door of the exam room swung open revealing Connall and Fenrys, along with a very concerned-looking Viviane.

Finding her kneeling on the floor—when had she gotten down here?—the golden blond twin was instantly moving to her side, lying a comforting palm on her back.

“How the fuck did he get in here?” he snarled at the nurse.

Viviane blanched at the tone. “He came in by ambulance.” Hence why neither of the twins saw him enter the building.

“And you just let him in here with her alone?”

Those crystal blue eyes turned to ice. “How was I supposed to know he was a threat to her? He used a different name and it’s not like you’re out here waving around pictures and names of people who are a threat to her for me to review. Of course, I wouldn’t have let him near her if I had any inkling that he was dangerous.”

Azriel’s midnight voice cut through the arguing, having heard the exchange. “Love, can you pass me off to Fenrys, please?”

Elain tapped his shoulder to get his attention before offering up her phone. She kept her gaze on her lap, trying to work through the anxiety in her mind until her breathing slowed, going through the motions she established with her therapist.

“Mr. Knight, I—” he was interrupted by Azriel.

And although she couldn’t hear the conversation, she had a vague idea of what he was saying. That Viviane was her friend and she’d never let any harm come to her knowingly.

“Yes,” Fenrys said. “By ambulance.” From the corner of her eye, she caught him nodding his head along to whatever was being spoken to him on the other line. “No, of course. I will…sure.” The twin passed her back the phone.

Her boyfriend’s voice was a welcome balm to her worries. “Elain, would you like to take the rest of the day off and go home, or do you want to work until the end of your shift?”

She was surprised by his offer, having figured he’d want her to go home immediately. “You don’t want me to come home?”

He paused, likely debating her question and how to answer it. “The decision is not mine. It’s yours. Now that Elias has approached you, I don’t believe he’ll do it again at the moment. However, if you do choose to stay and work, I would like the twins inside the lobby to monitor who comes and goes.”

Elain didn’t want to let Elias’s sudden presence affect her. She refused to give that to him. If she was going to be Az’s partner in life, she couldn’t let events like this control her from doing her job; from living how she wanted to. Taking a deep breath, she told Azriel, “I want to stay.”

“My strong girl,” he murmured sweetly and she could hear the pride in his voice. “Okay, let them know you’re staying. I’ll swing by shortly just to check in—”

“No.” Elain was surprised at how sturdy her voice came out. “He wants to get a rise out of me, out of you. He likely anticipates you flying over here to check up on me and take me home, and is sitting out in the parking lot somewhere to watch. I don’t want to give him that satisfaction. Let’s make it seem like his threat isn’t worth our time. That will show him.”

She didn’t need to see his face to know it had taken on a deadly grin. “Spoken like a true queen of the underworld. I concur. Keep your eyes open for anything else and stay safe, El. Let the twins know what the plan is. I’ll see you tonight.”

After bidding him goodbye, Elain rose to her feet with a set determination she hadn’t felt in a long time. “All right…here’s what we’re going to do.”

~~~

A week after Elias’s surprise visit and Elain was starting to feel it. Three nights she’d woken up from nightmares, Azriel hovering over her as he attempted to pull her from her dreams. Despite her desire to not let him affect her, her dreams wouldn’t give her a reprieve.

Just last night she had shaken herself awake, breaths coming out in shallow gasps.

But Azriel was already pulling her into his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe her racing one, to calm her heavy breathing. He’d run his beautifully scarred hands over her back; stroked through her damp air.

She’d take a few minutes to collect herself. Just allowing his presence, his scent to comfort her. Some nights he’d try to ask her about the dreams, but last night he just held her until she fell back asleep. Elain appreciated that he never pushed her into talking about her nightmares.

But after just three episodes, she was bound and determined to shake them.

That was how she found herself standing in Az’s—well, their—home gym, eying all the different equipment. He was currently in his office down the hallway, working, so she figured she could take advantage of his busy state.

Looking at all the weights and the bench, Elain felt herself feeling a bit intimidated, so she started on the treadmill to work up her courage. After two miles—huffing and puffing because fuck, she hated running—she hopped off and stretched out her muscles.

Glancing at the weight bench, Elain plucked her bravery from deep in her gut, slipped on a ten-pound weight on either side of the bar, and laid down. Twenty pounds wasn’t too heavy. She could do that.

Taking a deep breath, she slid the bar off the little hooks when it dropped on her chest. The wind was knocked from her lungs as she desperately tried to push the weighted bar off her, but it was no use. Her panic about being pinned down crept on the edge of her mind. Wheezing as she tried to catch her breath, Elain managed to get out a desperate, “Azriel!”

Quick footsteps sounded down the hallway and then he appeared in the doorway. A filthy curse word left his lips as he rushed over to her, gripping the bar with one hand and effortlessly lifting it off her chest and back onto the hooks. “Elain, hey. Are you all right?” he murmured, coming round to kneel beside her.

Panting, she went limp on the bench, eyes closing as she tried to level her breathing out.

He waited patiently for her to calm down, fingers squeezing her thigh and letting his thumb swoop across the fabric of her leggings. Once she was back to normal, Elain opened her eyes and found Azriel staring down at her.

“El, sweetheart…do you want to tell me what you were doing?”

Sitting up, she flipped her leg over the bench to face him fully. “I don’t want to feel weak again.” She cast her eyes down towards her lap. “Elias showing up at the hospital has put me on edge—”

“I know. It has for me too,” he told her, taking her hands in one of his.

She looked back up at his face. “I thought that maybe if I started using some of your weights, I’d feel safer. Like I could protect myself.” She eyed the weights next to her with disdain. “I must be weaker than I thought because I only stuck twenty pounds on it.”

Azriel’s lips curled up. “Elain, love, the bar itself weighs around forty pounds alone. You were trying to lift sixty.”

“Oh…” Well, that explained why she couldn’t lift it and made her feel less incompetent.

“And without a spotter.”

Golden-brown eyes met his hazel ones. “You don’t use a spotter.”

“I’m also well-versed in lifting weights. And I know my limits. I don’t go above them when I’m working out alone.” He lifted his palm to cup her cheek, letting his thumb swoop over the apple of it. “But you’re right. I don’t use a spotter and I should.”

He brushed his finger over her skin again. “Do you want to try again? With me here. And no weights—just the bar this time.”

Elain glanced at the weight bench and then back at him. “Not today. I think I’m done trying to lift weights for now. Can we go again in a couple of days?”

“Of course.” Az leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “And you’re not weak, Elain. I’ve seen the things you can do…what Cash has taught you.” He reached up to stroke the delicate skin of her throat where she knew the finger-shaped bruises were starting to fade. “You are far from weak, my love.”

She felt those words brand themselves on her soul. He was right—of course, he was right. She was the girlfriend of a mob leader…she would never be weak again. Rising from the bench, she headed for the door but stopped at the threshold to look over her shoulder at him. “I’m going to shower. Care to join me?”

Heat flared in his eyes as he quickly followed behind her. “Like you have to ask.” Azriel swooped down to throw her over his shoulder, making her laugh.

“Az, I’m all sweaty. Put me down.”

He popped her on the ass. “You act like that’s going to stop me from ravishing you in the shower.”

And ravish her he did.

~~~~~

It had been a month since Elias had surprised Elain at the hospital and they had yet to hear another peep from him. Azriel had Ruhn searching for him, but even he had been unable to locate the fucker.

It infuriated him to no end, especially since he made the comment to Elain about “good luck finding me,” and directed it towards Az himself. Not being able to find him now was just a nail in the coffin of his rage.

Ruhn believed the bastard had gotten in with the Illyrian Mob, and he had to agree. Nobody else would be able to hide from him or his crew for this long without the help and resources of the rival gang. He also said that there was still no word on what they planned to do with the information about his relationship with Elain.

Just the two unknowns combined made him antsy for the other shoe to drop. However, he didn’t let that take away from his time with Elain.

“Still nothing on him. No phone records, no credit card purchases. He’s simply fallen off the face of the earth,” Ruhn growled through the phone, equally as pissed about being unable to locate the bastard.

Az sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Frankie has him hidden and protected. He would’ve had to if he planned to utilize him after what he did to Elain.”

The man on the other line paused before quietly asking, “How is she?”

“The bruises that fucker left on her neck are finally gone,” he snarled, rage building in his gut as he remembered seeing those finger-shaped purple marks dotting her immaculate pale flesh.

“We’ll find him, Azriel. I give you my word I’ll bring him to you for revenge.”

He let out a breath, knowing that Ruhn would do everything in his power to capture that fucker for him. Because Elias signed his death warrant when he laid his hands on Elain. “Thanks, Ruhn. Call me with any updates.” He ended the call, dropping his phone onto his desk and letting out a loud groan, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes until he saw spots.

It had been rough for his girl since he showed up at the hospital, though things had calmed down since then.

After about two weeks, her nightmares seemed to lessen and now she was rarely having any, thank fuck. He hated waking up in the middle of the night to her whimpered cries, body shaking from her terrors. Ached to take away her pain. To do anything other than just hold her after an attack. But that seemed to be all he could do for her at the moment. He just hoped it was enough for her.

His intercom on his phone buzzed and Nuala’s voice filtered through the line. “Mr. Knight: Feyre and Rhysand Archeron are here to see you.”

Fuck, he was not in the mood for company, knowing any little thing would set off his anger. He clicked the button to respond. “Thanks, Nuala. Send them in.”

Rising from his seat, Az buttoned his suit jacket just as his door swung open to reveal his siblings. Feyre leading, and Rhys carrying a large, flat object wrapped in paper. “Good morning, Feyre. Rhys. Is that my art piece?” he asked, nodding toward the hidden item.

“Indeed it is,” his sister chirped. “Where’s it going? The front wall?”

“Yes, right there,” he pointed towards the wall directly in front of his desk. Helping Rhys move the painting over, he ripped off the wrapping and stood back to admire the piece. “Fey, this is gorgeous. One of your best works. Thank you, for this.”

The artist beamed at the compliment. “It was truly a pleasure to paint this. And I’m happy you out of everyone connected with it.”

He knew what she was referring to, the fact that it was of an Illyrian from the history of his heritage, one he adamantly vocalized being against. It was a surprise for everyone when he requested that specific piece. But perhaps it was time to recognize the flaws and move past them.

“Do you want us to hang it?” Rhys asked, watching his brother closely. As a half-Illyrian—one who recognized and sympathized with him and his issues—he was the most curious about Az’s sudden change of heart.

And Cash, of course.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll email our maintenance team to come to hang it sometime this week.” He studied the art piece leaning against the wall. “But thanks for the offer.” Azriel walked back around his desk and sat down.

Feyre perched herself in one of the leather chairs, craning her neck around to brush a fingertip over the hole in the back. “Az, what happened here?”

He met her gaze and debated if he should tell them the truth or not. Opting for the former, he told them, “I threw my letter opener at Elias after he made some nasty comment about Elain. It embedded there in the leather.”

Their eyes went as large as saucers but it was Rhys who asked, “Does threatening everybody who comments about her seem like the wisest decision?”

“It makes me feel better,” he said petulantly, eyes flashing dangerously as if daring his brother to make another comment like that.

“I think what Rhys is getting at,” Feyre interjected to stop the brewing storm forming between the brothers, “is that will those threats come at a cost? Will it put Elain in more danger?”

Azriel sighed, rubbing at his brows. This was not a conversation he needed to be having with his siblings. But like normal, they were sticking their noses in a place where they didn’t belong. “Elain is in danger just by being with me. Since we’ve established that there is no going back on that, I will do everything in my power to make sure she’s safe. That she remains safe. And if that means threatening and putting myself between her and anyone who dares speak her name, then so be it. It is a price I am willing to pay.”

“Is she?” Rhys challenged.

“Come again?”

“Is she willing to let you put yourself in that position?” his brother clarified. At his silence, Rhys powered on. “Every threat you make, every enemy that comes forth puts her in danger, Az. It’s not just you anymore. You have to think of her—”

“I am thinking of her!” he snarled. “You don’t live in my world, Rhysand. You don’t understand the consequences of looking weak. I can’t just walk away. If I tried, they would come for me. And for her. I will not let that happen.”

His brother just looked at him; those violet eyes assessing his words. His anger. Finally, he leaned back in his seat, steepling his fingers together. “I only want to keep her safe, Az. She is more like a sister to me than an in-law. I will always look out for her well-being. Even if it’s against you.”

The words were like a blow. How far he had fallen with his siblings to see him as only endangering their family. His love. Perhaps, in their own way, they were right. Ever since he came back into Elain’s life, he had thoroughly derailed it. She’d been kidnapped, used as leverage, stalked, threatened…the list goes on.

But she had brought so much good to his life. Joy, happiness, a sense of purpose. He wanted to build a life with her. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he couldn’t have that and balance his more deadly self.

Feyre cleared her throat, recapturing his attention. “Elain told Nesta and me a little bit about what was going on when we went dress shopping.” She paused, chewing on her bottom lip. It was a nervous tick he picked up on—something she did when she was trying to figure out how to say something. “Is there still a threat going on?”

He and Elain had spoken about how much information they told their siblings. They had agreed on a “needs to know” basis, and well, this felt like it was needed to know. So, he told them everything. About Elias’s initial threat, his stalking at the club. Him seeking her out at the hospital. Azriel laid everything into the open for them.

His sister’s brows had gone straight to her hairline, her hand partially covering her mouth in shock. “That is…terrifying. How is Elain managing it?”

“Comes and goes. She had some nightmares after Elias sought her out at the hospital, but we’ve managed to get those under control. I’m trying not to be overbearing with her protection detail, but want to make sure she’s covered should anything happen. The Moonbeam brothers are staking out in the hospital lobby now.”

Rhys leaned forward to rest his elbows on the tops of his knees. “Maybe you guys should take some time. Get out of Velaris for a bit and let things calm down.”

He sighed, the breath whooshing from his chest. “I’d love to, but I don’t know if Elain has any vacation time built up.”

Feyre snorted. “Please. Elain hasn’t taken a vacation day since she was hired at the hospital for her residency two years ago. She’s got like two and a half weeks built up. And when her residency completes in a few months and they hire her as the attending, she’ll accrue like fifteen additional days a year.”

An idea took root as his sister-in-law spoke. “She told me that she wanted to go on a vacation. To the beach. I think a surprise trip is exactly what the doctor ordered.”

Rhys snickered at the pun.

“I’ll need to give her boss a few weeks’ notice. Maybe the middle of next month?” he said more to himself than anyone else.

“I think that sounds perfect. Get her out of the city. Honestly, I think the last time Elain did any sort of traveling was right before she started college. Since then, she’s been buckling down on her studies. It would be well-deserved. And a long-time coming,” Rhys told him.

He nodded in agreement. “Wait, we have Nesta and Cassian’s baby shower next month.”

“We can move it,” his sister said. “Nesta will only be seven months along next month. We can move it to the following one. No invitations have been sent out anyways.”

“I don’t want to inconvenience them.”

Feyre waved him off. “Please. I think Nesta would be happy to know that you took Elain somewhere safe.”

He supposed that was true. “I think I will. Thanks, guys.”

Feyre and Rhys rose from their respective chairs, each offering him an encouraging smile. “Well, we should be off. We have a few other deliveries today from the gallery show.”

They were almost to the door before he called out, “Oh, Feyre.” He waited until she turned to look at him.

A secretive smile overtook his face. “What’s Elain’s ring size?”

~~~~~

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Queer SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory headcanons (part 2)

Featuring lots of Mike being trans. Mainly that, in fact 🫶🫶🫶

Mike:

-I said previously that he always assumed he was straight cause he’s never been attracted to dudes, but then I remembered “oh yeah wait he’s trans that doesn’t make sense” so to explain that, I feel like he’s one of those trans guys who kinda always saw himself as a boy, even if he didn’t really have a way to put it into words, plus it’s not like he really thought about attraction and dating much, so when he was younger, he probably was one of those “girls” who didn’t fit in with other girls, had mainly guy friends (out of the few friends he had lol), and thought romance and dating seemed gross, so he wouldn’t talk about it unless other people brought it up, and he’d have to fight for his life every time he tells people that he in fact DOES NOT HAVE A CRUSH !! (No one believes him because no one ever believes that. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was one of those kids who just named some random classmate that he thought seemed vaguely interesting just to shut people up)

-I’d say he probably came out as trans at around 18, after he graduated. He probably knew he was trans earlier than that, maybe like somewhere around 15-16, but he didn’t want to deal with coming out and transitioning socially so he stayed in the closet until it was easier to kinda just…cut people out lol. He’s stealth and kinda just transitioned best he could without people questioning him, which wasn’t hard with his parents falling out of the picture and not really staying in contact with anyone from school (frankly I don’t imagine he was very popular lol) so like…yeah

-had a “looks like a lesbian with a boyband/justin Bieber type haircut” phase somewhere in his teenage years. Kinda didn’t care when people rumored about his sexuality. He didn’t date anyone so it just doesn’t really matter, but if people asked him directly he’d just say he’s straight cause again coming out as anything just seemed like a hassle

-had his first and only date (before Ness) at like 19/20 years old, and (as far as I’ve heard from the people talking abt the apparent fnaf movie novel) it’s canon that the girl didn’t wanna go on a second date because “his eyes were too intense” (autism💥💥💥) it was some random girl who asked him out, maybe a coworker or smth who thought he was cute, and he just said yes cause he didn’t really know what else to do and figured he might as well since it’s certainly generally considered embarrassing to have never gone on a date before as someone old enough to be in college (which he didn’t go to cause 1: money 2: he had to take care of Abby 💔💔💔) then after he was like “yeah I was right idk what the hype is about dating seems lame” (he’s a little dumb /j)

-he’s in his mid-late twenties, and I think his been on T for like 2-5 years, so he probably started T somewhere around 20-23. Again, realistically, no idea how he’s affording that, but…he did it 🤗🤗🤗

-the day this man discovers trans tape is the day this man finally learns a bit of peace (not as much as top surgery obviously but certainly more than regular binding)

-I reiterate once again that he binds so unhealthy. Wears his binder at home, wears it out, wears it when exercising, wears it from when he wakes up till he goes to bed, and he only takes it off at night because he literally HAS to and even then he still wears a slightly tight sports bra cause bro is NOT DEALING WITH THE BOOBAS (someone please stop him please good god how are his lungs still functioning)

-god at dressing to pass. Knows all the hacks. Even before T he passed pretty well, he just looked young. He knows all the right exercises to shape his body in certain ways, knows all the right kinds of clothes and materials to hide and accentuate the right things, dresses and acts like a man pretty easily because bro is just like that, he’s the kind of trans guy who’s basically just a cis guy with titties /hj like i said before he uses man soap (3n1 energy), he gets man haircuts at man haircut places, he wears man shoes that give him some extra height (being very stereotypical and gender-roley here but that’s legit just how he is)

-on that note, man’s height dysphoria is AWFUL !! Not to call Josh Hutcherson short (though let’s be real he is a short king and he owns that shit ((still taller than me though 💔💔💔)), but Mike is 5’5, which to some people is short even by women’s standards, so yeah he definitely wears thick shoes and shoe lift things to help him get closer to around 5’7-5’8 on a good day, and he definitely lies abt his height when he can get away with it

-the kind of guy who gets dysphoria over literally everything (“do I look like a woman when I sit like this?” “Are my eyes too feminine?” “I feel like how I’m walking is gonna out me” “the color pink cannot touch my body” “no I can’t sing that song, it’s sung by a woman” “does the way I hold this look girly?” “Why does my smile make me look like a girl” “this shirt makes my chest look big” “do I write like a man??” etc etc. all while he literally has a beard and is built like a brick /hj /lh)

-generally speaking could not and never has cared less about romance and dating and sex and all that UNTIL NESS HAPPENED AND NOW THIS MAN IS HEAD OVER HEALS IN LOVE WITH THIS SILLY LITTLE TWINK MALEWIFE FEMALEHUBBY THEMBOSS 💥💥💥

-k sorry he’s just a little fruit but like literally for one person and one person only other than that he is/would be chronically bitchless and be pretty ok with that

Ness:

-has a type (trans people 💥💥💥 t4t royalty 💥💥💥) /hj

-but low key on a real note dude doesn’t really actually have a whole lotta preferences he just likes gays and autisms /hj

-does drag both ways and eats it up hardcore

-crossdressing doesn’t exist he just is gender. What gender? Yes.

-I literally can’t think of anything serious to say abt Ness’ queerness they’re just so 💥💥💥

-just a little fruit what do you want me to say

-THE girlfriend-boyfriend

-WHAT DO I SAY ABT NESS SHES JUST SILLY 💔💔💔

-my girlboy boygirl who just loves their little guy failure soggy cat of a man WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY ?? 💥💥💥

anyways that’s it I think I mainly just wanted to talk abt Mike’s transgenderism more which like can you blame me no you can’t he’s my meow meow 💔💔💔

#securitywaiter #dreamtheory #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #ness the waiter #ness x mike #mike x ness #queer #trans #neurodivergent #audhd #headcanons

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little-escapist · 1 year ago

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Angsty Romance Prompts

(I love angst!)

24.) i tried! i tried to tell you! you didn't listen to me and, wow -- look you are not listening to me right now as well.

Can't wait to see what you write! 💖💖

Sorry it took me forever!

This is angst, people. Hurt with no comfort. Set during the summer between season 5 & 6 of Glee, not long before Kurt and Blaine break up. So, be prepared.

Their fights have gotten worse. They escalate so fast Blaine feels like he’s getting whiplash. One off-handed comment leads to a shouting match in no time.

Having no roommates is not the heaven they once thought it would be. There’s too much silence these days, when they’re not fighting or having sex, that is. Blaine feels lonely even though Kurt is right there, sleeping next to him all night. They rarely have breakfast together. Kurt is away for most of the day while Blaine throws all of himself into wedding planning. It’s all he has. It’s probably just growing pains, trying to fit into one life together, and they are both anxious about the wedding.

Today they have a date night. Blaine is running late because the subway was late. He can see that Kurt is annoyed, their meal is full of tense silences and long pauses that never used to be their problem. And once they get home, Kurt comments on Blaine’s tardiness, and they’re off. Again.

“I can’t help it if public transportation fails here,” Blaine says, trying to stay calm. “I said I’m sorry. If it bothered you so much, why didn’t you say something earlier?”

Kurt rolls his eyes as he shrugs his jacket off.

“Talk to me,” Blaine says, practically begs. There’s a bad feeling on the edges of his mind, making his stomach tighten unpleasantly. It’s strange that this brings back his feelings of isolation at the beginning of senior year, Kurt newly away in New York. Back then, when they talked, Kurt talked almost too much, full of tales about his grand city life, pushing aside what Blaine was saying. This is the opposite of that, Kurt is shutting him out and turning cold, but the feeling is the same. Blaine feels lonely.

“You coming to bed?” Kurt asks, walking towards the bathroom.

Blaine sighs. “Of course, I am. Just… can we talk this out first?”

Kurt turns around to face him. His lovely eyes are shuttered, his mouth a straight, tense line. “You were late, again. I don’t know what there is to talk about. Just stop being late every time we’re supposed to meet up, ok? I don’t know where you are, who you’re with, you probably understand why that makes me a little angry.”

Blaine blinks. “Are you insinuating what I think you are right now? Kurt, I told you, will never cheat on you again.” There’s a fist clenching around his heart. He feels sick with it.

“Well, I thought you wouldn’t back then, but then you did. What do I know.”

The guilt is overwhelming. Blaine looks away, takes a deep breath. His worst mistake will haunt him until the end, it seems. He thought Kurt had forgiven him, but apparently there is hurt lingering, still. Not that Blaine blames Kurt for it. It just feels so heavy to know that no matter how he tries to make amends, no matter how much he regrets and apologizes, Kurt won’t forget. Kurt will forever have this to hold over him. “That was a completely different situation, and you know it.” He sounds defeated to his own ears.

“Do I? Oh, I guess I do, because now you’re getting some on a regular basis and back then you weren’t.”

“Oh my god!” Blaine explodes. “Really? None of what I’ve told you means anything to you, does it?”

“As if you’ve told me anything.”

Blaine has. He has told Kurt about how lonely he was, how he was sure Kurt was done with him from the dismissive air whenever Blaine tried to share something of school or glee or anything, really. He thought they were done, and then he went and ruined them. “I tried! I tried to tell you! You didn’t listen and, wow – look how you’re not listening to me right now either.”

Kurt has turned his back, walking towards the bathroom as if their conversation is done. “You cheated. There are no excuses for that.”

The bathroom door shuts behind his back, leaving Blaine alone, swallowing back tears and bile.

#klaine #glee #klaine fanfiction #my writing #prompt fic #my fic

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omniblades-and-stars · 9 months ago

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cracks knuckles

1 + 6 for korak

8 + 19 for lou

31 + 33 for nilea

6 + 11 for crash, i know i did 6 twice but listen. you can tell a lot about a person from their rituals and emotions surrounding food, in this essay i will--

Korak –

1 – What does his bedroom look like? – Look, the man is painfully neat. And dreadfully unimaginative when it comes to décor (and most things actually). He has a bed, it has a blanket. What else does he need? He lives a very simple life, practically monastic if we’re being honest.

6 –– What you should know by now is that Korak and his adopted daughter narrowly escaped the Citadel before the Reapers captured it, and landed on Omega of all places. I imagine that Omega in the aftermath of the Cerberus fiasco and even with a softened Aria, he exists in a world where the big red laser ripped through the galaxy and destroyed a bunch of stuff. So he gets what he Eating habits and sample daily menu? gets. He’s also hopeless in the kitchen and hopeless at remembering to stop working and eat. The good news is that Trisha cooks and makes him remember to eat during the day.

He likes spicy food, it reminds him of his mother’s cooking.

Lou –

8 – Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging? – Sweet baby Lou indulges in a lot of things, food, alcohol, sex. She is trying to enjoy life damn it! Her shameful secret indulgence is absolutely Harlequin romance novels. She has a lot of old paperbacks on the bookshelf in the loft that serves as her home office.

19 – What do they think about before falling asleep at night? – When she’s in a good headspace, she thinks up new ways she can modify her omni-tool or plans what kind of zany traps she can come up with. When she’s not in a good headspace? She thinks about how it feels like her dad just gave up on trying to live, how she feels like he’s abandoning her in a world that’s been very unkind to her. Before the events of the story I’m writing, she wonders why loving Alice feels like torture sometimes, why it makes her feel so small.

Lou’s got so much personality, she should never feel small.

Nilea –

31 – Most prized possession? – In her crappy little apartment is a small statue. She found it for sale at a secondhand shop and really was just quite charmed by it. It’s an abstract piece, geometric shapes, made of fired clay. She has no idea if it was mass produced or handmade, or who it might have been made by. But it was the first thing she saw on Omega that didn’t make her angry or sick to her stomach.

33 – Concept of home and family? – You’re a mean bastard, aren’t you? You know this one was a gut punch from the get go. What Nilea knows of family hasn’t been exactly kind, stable, for the most part, but not terribly kind. Her father abandoned the family when she was a child, the only thing he left for her was a startling family resemblance, which her mother has used as an insult on more than one occasion. Nilea’s mother wasn’t entirely unloving, but she had very high expectation and ran her household like it was her own personal military base. Juna was a military woman through and through, and held her children to high standards. Cyprian, her younger brother, is just a regular pain in the ass. They aren’t close, but she doesn’t hate him.

Any chance Nilea might have had at making some sort of inroads with having a relationship with her mother was taken from her during the Geth assault on the Citadel. She has no desire to seek out her father, and besides, she’s pretty sure he’s dead anyway. She thinks that after she makes it through her current situation, she’ll start trying to talk to her brother more often.

Crash –

6 - Eating habits and sample daily menu? – Well, see, Crash is a krogan and really can and will eat just about anything at least once, but she does love good food. Crash makes a lot of soup for herself, but she lives by herself with Burn. So she will just straight up eat soup for multiple meals a day. But the thing about Crash is she spends her days wandering around the station, checking in on friends and gossiping and helping get people in need get the things they need. As a result, she eats many meals with many different types of folks. She’s a big fan of elcor cuisine, doesn’t care for nutrient paste at all.

Her favorite thing is the human tradition of making the spiciest shit they can handle and eating that. She also loves spicy food. But really, her favorite way to eat is surrounded by friends. That’s what’s good in life.

11 – Intellectual pursuits? – Crash enjoys painting, even though she’s not terribly good at it. She keeps her senses sharp and keen by reading books, really whatever she can get her hands on. Would it be considered an intellectual pursuit that she makes it a point to learn as much about the cultures of her many, many friends and associates so that she can participate in their customs?

Another intellectual pursuit for Crash, at least one that she considers an intellectual pursuit but literally no one else would, is that she spends a lot of time modding KRANTT. And finding new and interesting ways to make things explode. She’s a big fan of explosions.

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Soooo, I finally started your SDV fic and firstly: I love the premise, gnaw on the hurt/comfort like it is a delicious piece of candy and roll in Alex' misery like a cat on catnip. So good! Secondly: I really get a kick out of your OC farmer and all the little tidbits of game play you weave in. Giving presents, riding through town, not farming parsnips because they don't give as much money, storming into house, building houses (but only for some people), selling of a bag of diamonds and so on. This dude feels unhinged and I L.O.V.E. it.

So, fun fact, I do actually have a farmer called Martingale (I have like 15 farmers at this point, lmao), and it's been so much fun to throw shade at this dumbass farmer absolutely destroying the Stardew Valley economy (seriously, what would they do if he just left one day??)

I know a lot of people write romances with their farmer (or themselves) and a character, but for me, it's just way more fun to be like 'look at this little idiot, look at what he's done' sdalkfjsad Accidentally gifting Alex void mayonnaise and nearly straight up killing him (because haven't so many of us accidentally given someone a hated gift, once or twice?), selectively helping people, using crystalariums to sell a hundred diamonds on a regular basis.

I'm a bit of a min-maxer when I play. Not as hardcore as some, but more hardcore than many, which also means by year 2 I'm just not farming a lot of crops in favour of profits. I don't do this as much anymore, but the majority of my games have this little guy living a completely unhinged life, and I have sat there thinking 'how does my spouse feel about me coming home every night while they're fast asleep because it's 1.00am again?' salkjfsa WELP

I'm so glad you're enjoying A Stain that Won't Dissolve! God I love Alex angst so much (and the subsequent hurt/comfort that can come out of it).

#asks and answers #stardew valley #a stain that won't dissolve #thespectaclesofthor #like i'm all for folks loving their farmers #but i do not care about my farmer #he's just a canvas for the rest of the village to play out their stories sdfalkfjdsa #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

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chuluoyi · 11 months ago

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noooo 😭😭 who you gonna use the s-chips on then 😭

UNHOLY BLOOD!!! It's my 1st Vampire-related manhwa and it's so good!!! Hayan is such a GIRLBOSS! I LOVE THE MAGICIAN DUDE AND HIS LION 🥹🥹🥹 But yes Euntae and Hayan's relationship was too slow I couldn't take it... But at least they had such a cute relationship at the end 🫶🏻

do you know the manga artist has a new webtoon? I'm not sure what it's called but I heard it's good! I've yet to read it myself... On another note, I love the art so much it's so unique and different from other manhwas!

And hmm few of my faves are "Death is the only end for the villainess", "No longer a heroine!", and "The Couple breaker". The last 2 are by the same artist! The 1st is a regular "I died and was reincarnated as a villainess" kind of story, BUT It has a twist! It's in an otome game instead of a storybook! Quite interesting... The 2nd is based on the life of an actress. It's pretty realistic and is a little dark... Not much romance tho...The last is really drama HAHAH It's crazy like the name says it all. As for childhood friends to lovers, I recommend "The Secret Bedroom of a Dejected Royal Daughter". It's a little bit enemies to lovers too. And it has 18+ Scenes 😁🤭 That's a bonus.

For status?! Honestly I don't get how that works LIKE you don't feel anything for him? And yeah! I agree that we definitely want the real thing. Woahh but 23 isn't that bad! Exactly I don't wanr boys I want men.

And HAHAHA don't worry bae you're not lecturing at all! I kinda like it when people give me advice.

It's not hot but it's too rainy 😭 I love the rain but I'm on school break now and I wanna go out with my friends 🫠

HAHAHAH I FEEL YOU OMG! Like its so gut-wretching and painful but IT FEELS SO GOOD TO READ!

Impulse buying HAHAH Makeup ain't Impulse buying it's a necessity 🫶🏻 WOAH 10 EPS IS A LOT- My best was like 4 eps maybe HAHAHHA

Omg You're so right my Twitter was always untouched until I started receiving notifs of Gojo being alive theories... And Gege continues toying with us till the very end...

AHHAHA To be fair I started Aot cause of Levi like PLS HE'S SO HOT idc if he's like 8cm shorter than me- But it's really ... complicated.... Too complicated for my liking...I understand where your girl friends are coming from ...

HAHAHAHA Karma hitting him hardddd

Also Karma is the guy on the screen (Gojo) coming straight home to youuuuu [If you listen to Taylor Swift you'll understand haha]

Also I flunked my excel exam... Idk why I have this module it sucks cause I'm not tech savvy... I think I aced my accounting test tho so that's good! Thanks for believing in me tho 😭😭😭 so touched rn..

We'd PAY to be Suguru's monkeys 🐒 🙈

Lmk once you read it omg I wanna know what happens I LOVE this AU it's so cute!

And hang in there, Chu!!!! You can do it!! Ik its already Saturday but still!!! Atb for next week babe!!

p.s. so sorry I took so long to reply, I'm overseas now...

-🪩

hii disco anon!! sorry for the late reply too i was just back from my weekend break!🥹

for christmas event?🥹 there must be a christmas event… right? i haven’t checked the chinese server yet but there must be! (#trust💁🏻‍♀️)

RIGHT it was so good and i’m glad i found people who also like them bcs my friends don’t seem to be interested😭 i know it’s so slowburn but the story is so great too. I KNOW I LOVE HIM TOO but wait i also forgot his name😭 but euntae is so hot i can’t—

really?! i’m looking into it now!! i really love her story and art so it must be good🤭

oooh i never have much affinity for isekai manga but now that you said it’s good then i’ll def check it out!!👀 i read no longer heroine too!! aaah that was so good i was on the edge of my seat every chapter🤧 and hey couple breaker seems interesting?? i’ll eat that up this weekend and oooh what’s that in the end👀👀 okay thank you sm for the recs!!🫶🏻

i have a rec too!! must be a happy ending! have you read it? the art is soooo majestic and the plot got me like 😩🥲🫣🤭 many times i love it so much from the start to the end!!

honestly i don’t really understand to till this day actually, but yeah she didn’t seem to like him that much because as she said it herself it was all out of “curiosity” which is a big red flag in and of itself💀 mind you not even a year later they broke up 🙄

(aww i’m glad you feel that way <3 when we’re close i tend to run off my mouth so…)

ahh school break!! i used to sleep in most of the time🤭🤭

it’s necessity for us but some boys are just too nosy *sigh* they be like “i love natural look!” and then be 🙃 when they see our bare face 😩 HAHAH yeah back when i had so much free time i spent it all on binge-watching🥲 do you have any show recs?? can be anything, even anime too!!

HAHAHHAA omg there’s this one twt account that always makes points about how gojo will live until this day 😭😭 i have accepted it by this point but evidently twitter nation is still going strong🥹

OMG SAME like i know levi but i didn’t know eren at firstt🤧🤧 he seems so cool and so fine (my bf 🙄 again at me when i mentioned that) even with one eye missing in the recent last part of aot too!!

OH YEAH I LISTEN TO HER THESE DAAAYS omg i must make a confession; her songs are the inspiration for my fics these days🥹🥹 like everything is so relatable and the tune are so easy to remember i love her songs 🫶🏻

ohmy i’m sorry🥺 i used to be sooo bad at excel (esp macros) too but ever since i’m following some yt tutorials i started getting better! and let me give you some shortcuts too:

chat gpt. believe it or not it works on codes! my friend who is a programmer cheats from chat gpt sometimes🥲 not totally recommended but it can be your last resort

excel forum. whenever i get confused regarding codes or formulas, i drop by the forum to ask. there are many kind people there! and most of their codes and formulas work too

whaa accounting!! i used to be so bad at it like i would tear my hair out to find “why are they not balanced?!” 😭😭 i love science subjects better🥹 and aw you’re welcome!!

i haven’t read the bakerlon card yet but i will tonight!! will update you once i do!!🥹

awww thank youuu disco anon!!😭🫶🏻 you’re so sweet thank you for interacting with me!!! and it’s totally okay! waaa i hope you enjoy your vacation!!✨

#🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻#—chu’s mailbox 📬#💌: 🪩

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