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spravdiukr · 24 hours ago

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People for some reason believe that because Brotherhood is more action adventure shounen typical story it’s better

Which is so honestly sad

Brotherhood is better if you don’t want to think or get your core beliefs about the world challenged

I get the appeal. World is morally grey and dim and most of the time really unjust place so having this story where doing the good thing always seems to lead to the good result and happy ending exists is pleasant and enjoyable. I like Brotherhood for that too.

Except some of the shit it does is questionable. Why are we focusing so much on soldiers (murderers)? And their pain, but there are literally only 2(!) people of the group that was slaughtered that have a name? They’re the ACTUAL victims but somehow they are being sidelined. Like oh no Maes wanted to live? That’s so valid reason to kill children. Roy is also such a nice good guy for deciding to keep murdering people to allegedly eventually change the system (love their decision to make Roy use philosopher stone made of human lives, lives of people from ethnic group Roy participated in genocide of to heal Roy’s eyes that’s def not fucked up and definitely shows how guilty he is) and there’s a lot of this shit.

How much do we learn about feelings of people from ethnic group they slaughtered? Miles gets Jack shit, because the story is so unconcerned with them. He’s there to show the “correct” way to react to having your people being massacred. And while I do agree that just lashing out at the world causing more destruction won’t help you and your people, the show doesn’t focus nearly as much on how fucking deeply devastating being in Scar’s position is. It’s not just seeing death of a single person, it’s it the same as oh no our lil town is now broke and people sad, it’s that places that were part of your life just don’t exist anymore, they are erased out of existence; it’s that people that did not do anything to deserve it are cut out of existence; it’s that your beliefs about doing good thing leads to more good things are completely snapped in half because not only did it not work it feels like mockery, like reality really just decided to laugh at you. This scars the nation; it completely changes geography, it erases entire cities from the Map, but there’s more as it creates generational trauma for people.The consequences of living through war surrounded by death and destruction and torture and there’s no way out. Nowhere to run.

Unlike soldiers that ACTUALLY have an option to stop and get to return to their home, their country in peace and see children unaffected by death and despair and pain, people of Ishval do not have that Luxury! There’s no choice! There’s nowhere running away! Because it’s your country that is being ruined! It doesn’t change regardless of where you are physically! And you didn’t even do anything wrong for that to happen!

So while yes, it’s bad to just cause more aimless and senseless violence, Scar’s pain is so much worse than that of murderers and yet it’s somehow treated in the same way as Roy’s desire to avenge Maes! Scar’s situation is so deeply horrific it’s just incompatible!

It gets even worse when you think about Winry part of it! We are supposed to think she’s so awesome for not killing Scar and even you know helping him despite him killing her parents even though it’s like basic level of not being a dick if you think about it. Scar did not kill her parents out of love of the game or because of hatred, he’s literally so traumatised he thought they were trying to harm him. Murdering him wound have been just punishing victim of a horrible crime for being traumatised basically. This situation is indeed very tragic because Winry’s parents actually were saving Ishavar’s people and not trying to murder them so yeah, if Scar wasn’t ducked up he would have been grateful. But things turned out the way the did. It’s tragedy.

My only problem is that again we are glazing Winry and her parents so hard and there’s so little time spent on letting you taste how cruel Scar’s reality is that it just feels like such an incredible feat from Winry’s side and not action I would expect from any decent person.

Now back to the only other person from Ishvar (kinda; he’s mixed, but still) they bothered to name, Miles. So he’s supposed to be alternative for Scar, isn’t he? What exactly is he doing? He’s in the North working with the army and that’s it really from what I remember. He’s basically obedient puppy barking on command for the corrupt system responsible for slaughter of his people. So how exactly is this good alternative? What even does it sound like? “Stop resisting or trying to destroy the evil fucking government that was destroying your nation and uh let it use you for its purposes, hopefully they’ll have change their hearts”? Did I get it right? This is extremely torn away from reality and is borderline harmful idea to send.

They also like passively tell you he’s aware of discrimination but they don’t really show people being racist to him. It’s pretty peculiar.

They also dismiss discrimination and problems because Olivia’s point and point Brotherhood makes is how we need everyone’s knowledge to succeed (in saving the world). In other words, why be racist when those people’s skills can be useful. Interesting philosophy there. It’s less that “they are human being too” but more so “their culture and them can be useful to you so treat them nice to get to it”. Very weird.

There are other problems too, like design choices. Scar is given these very sharp and aggressive features and Miles having softer ones is such a peculiar Choice. The lapdog is the one you are expected to perceive more favourably and agree to as the correct alternative.

It’s just in a way kinda undermines what Brotherhood is selling. It wants you to look at truth no matter how uncomfortable and yet it’s trying to make you look anywhere but ugly and shitty, far more terrifying outlook on the situation this story decided to tackle.

Oh and also Homunculus bring responsible for slaughter starting is another way to say see Soldiers weren’t that bad after all! Almost forgot that shitty detail!

Okay but the weirdest thing about the whole "Brotherhood is better you should skip 03" discourse that's become commonplace now, it sort of forgets the world Brotherhood came out in and why you should watch the original Fullmetal Alchemist. When Brotherhood came out, the original Fullmetal Alchemist was one of the most beloved and most watched animes of all time. Brotherhood assumes you the audience have already seen it because of course you have, everyone has seen it, so it skips important information and speeds the story up because it doesn't want to bore you with things you already know. Have you ever wondered "hey why does the first episode of Brotherhood kind of suck, and why am I being introduced to like 50 new characters, and why are they acting like I know what the hell an alchemist is?" It's because Brotherhood thinks you've seen 03.

The first 7 or so episodes of Brotherhood constitute dozens of chapters in the manga, and the first 25 or so episodes of the original Fullmetal Alchemist. The Nina Tucker episode in Brotherhood, in FMA 03 takes up nearly three episodes. Yoki gets a backstory in 03 and it's genuinely one of the best episodes and taken directly from the manga and Brotherhood glosses over it because: duh, you've already seen it. And so if you skip the original you miss out on dozens of really great character building episodes like Ed and Al meeting Hughes for the first time and getting to spend a whole episode helping him free a train from terrorists, or Ed and Roy having a duel that expands on the relationship they have, or episodes where the brothers just help out random people in towns before the major story gets going.

The original also paces itself quite a bit better than Brotherhood and is more in line with the mangas storytelling. In the manga we don't find out about The Gate until nearly two dozen chapters in, and the same goes for the original anime. Like, that's a twist reveal in those stories, and it's weird that the most watched series is the one where they tell you all about The Gate in the first two episodes because they assume you've already seen the original show.

What's more, people don't know that Hiromu Arakawa helped write for the anime while she was still in the middle of writing the manga, and as a result was inspired to write scenes in Brotherhood that the anime did first. That scene of Edward getting impaled by a falling beam? Directly inspired by a similar scene in the original anime. There's a lot of little instances of that and they're great when you can recognize parallels and things in Brotherhood that are direct references to the original anime, but people don't notice any of that anymore. Because the original anime is just an automatic skip these days, and it's a bummer because people don't realize what a giant it was back before Brotherhood was released. They treat it as *bad,* not realizing it was one of the most beloved anime of its time and the problems people take issue with have a lot more to do with personal taste than any kind of actual flaw in the writing. Brotherhood was never meant to dethrone it, and the original anime was always supposed to be part of the viewing experience which is why those first few episodes of Brotherhood are so fast paced. So like, please stop telling people Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 is a skip, or it's bad, or you don't need it because Brotherhood is better. Regardless if you think Brotherhood is better or not, the original wrote Brotherhood's check. It was huge, it was beloved, and Brotherhood is *banking* on the knowledge you've seen all of it and loved it. And trust me when I say there is so much to love about the original series. It's still my favorite branch of the FMA franchise, and it's worth your time, I promise you.

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robertsfloyd · 2 days ago

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Sidekick

your friend, ex teammate, needs help with his new 'sidekick'

joaquin torres x reader

"i need a favour."

hearing those words from sam wilson always had you pulling a face. it always had you denying him, telling him you wouldn't help, and eventually agreeing.

it was sam, how could you say no?

for the first time since steve went back in time, you told sam where you were. you'd been helping remotely since steve left, not quite willing to jump back into super hero life. but you still did what you could to help.

you told him where to find you and waited. waited in your garage kitted out for super hero training. even if you weren't willing to jump into superhero life, you were ready for it.

you watched as the truck pulled upon your driveway. living in the middle of nowhere, it could be nobody else but sam.

"you're late," you called, arms folded over your chest as you looked at him.

sam raised his hands as his passenger climbed out of the car. "traffic," he called, his usual smile on his face.

you rolled your eyes, stood up and accepted the hand sam offered to you. "it's good to see you, cap," you mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you.

"good to see you too, kid."

you stepped away from him, looked at the young man just past him. your eyebrows went up, eyes moving to sam. "is this it?"

you didn't mean it like that, but it was the same thing you'd said when tony stark brought peter parker to you. you knew what you were doing.

he was cute, dark curls and muscular arms. not bad to look at, actually. but you weren't looking at him in that way. you were looking at the amount of work you needed to do.

"he wants to be the next falcon," sam said, a chuckle leaving his lips.

your poses were matching, arms folded over your chests and legs just slightly parted as you looked at the young man. "what's your name?" you asked, nodding towards him.

his smile was enough to light up your garage. "joaquin torres," he answered, starting towards you. his hands were clasped together, eyes shining like stars as he looked at you. "it's an honour to meet you, ma'am."

you laughed, shaking your head. "none of that ma'am shit," you mumbled. "makes me fee old."

striding towards him, you look in every inch of him. military, you just weren't sure what kind. army, navy, air force. he was bound to be one of them.

"so, you wanna be a superhero," you said as you circled him, a predator observing its prey. you wouldn't strike, not until you'd readied him to strike back.

"i can work with this," you said. it was more than tony stark had given you in peter parker. "hands up, soldier. show me what you've got."

joaquin raised his hands. fists at the ready, protecting his face. he looked at you, waited for you to do the same.

you swiped his legs out from beneath him. a yelp left his lips as he crashed to the mats beneath his feet.

"lesson one, don't just guard your face."

it was a simple lesson, one that shouldn't need to be taught. but you knew superheroes. fighting them, beating them, training them to beat you.

you offered him your hand, pulled him to his feet. even though you had sent him crashing to the mat, he was still smiling.

his hand was warm as he got up and brushed himself up. "ready to go again?" you asked.

he opened his mouth to reply, but you swept your legs out form beneath him once again. he gasped as he went down, but he grabbed your leg, pulling you down with him.

"hey!" you cried, unable to stop your fall. but you couldn't deny that you were impressed.

"let me guess," he said, the both of you still on the floor. "be ready for anything?"

"be ready for anything," you echoed.

but, suddenly, you were on top of him, keeping his arms pinned with your legs. he tried to move, tried to flip you off of him, but he couldn't. he could have used his legs, could have driven his knee into your side to dislodge you, but he didn't.

"lesson three, if you go down, don't stay there."

"got it," he said, voice squeaking.

finally, you got off of him. turning away from him, you walked towards sam. "kids got potential," you mumbled, folding your arms over your chest.

footsteps on the mat, that was the only way you knew he was coming towards you. you turned quickly, drove your elbow into his chest before he could get to you.

he went down, gasping for breath. "shit!" you cried, hands covering your mouth. "shit, don't do that!"

he raised his thumb as he tried to get control of his breathing. "got it," he gasped and took your hand when you offered it to him.

***

it had been weeks of this arrangement. eventually, sam stopping bringing joaquin by, he just came on his own.

he strode in, jacket on his body. he didn't look ready to get his ass handed to him.

"falcon," you said as he strode into the garage.

his usual bright, pretty smile came onto his face. shrugging off his jacket, joaquin dropped it into the corner of the garage and stepped onto the mat. "not too sore today?" you asked as you copied his pose, both of you ready to strike.

you'd transformed him. where he once was a lamb, he was now the lion. "ready to go," he replied, still grinning.

you grinned right back.

he got the first hit in, but you blocked it. hit after hit, you blocked all of them, but he backed you up until you stepped off the mat. his eyes travelled down, enough of a distraction for you to knock him to the floor.

joaquin pulled you with him. he hooked his leg over your body, keeping you on the floor as he climbed on top of you. joaquin's chest heaved as he sat on top of you, trapping your arms under his legs. "do i win?" he asked with a grin.

you tipped your head to the side, a hum leaving your lips. "maybe," you replied and drove your knee into his side.

joaquin fell to the side and you rolled on top of him. "no," you said, sitting on his stomach. "i win."

his hands were on your hips. his arms and legs were free, he could have dislodged you and taken the win for himself. but, instead, he placed his hands on your hips, his thumb rubbing over the exposed skin above your shorts. "you win," he echoed.

he pulled you forward slightly. your hands met his chest as you stared down at him. "what're you doing, falcon?" you whispered.

you could have moved, could have climbed off of him if you were uncomfortable. but you weren't uncomfortable, not in the slightest. you had been in this position several times since sam first brought him to you, but it had never been like this.

but you weren't complaining.

"i think i wanna kiss you."

his hands travelled up, settled on your back as you leaned towards him. your hands travelled from his chest to the mat on either side of his head. "i think i wanna kiss you, too."

he kissed you and you kissed him. it didn't matter who made the first move. his grip on you tightened, holding you close. but the two of you kept things sweet. eyes closed, no tongue involved.

you pulled away from him, sat back and stared down at him. his hands travelled back down to your hips as he grinned at you. "i win," he said, this thumb moving again.

"wrong again, falcon."

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moonstruckme · 16 hours ago

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hi, how are you?

really move your writing, it has def helped me through tough times, so thank you for that so much, I cannot tell you how much appreciation I carry for you

I was wondering, since you are okay with writing about self harm scars (I think, if I understand your list or off-limit request stuff correctly, if not, sorry, then just ignore this) if you would maybe write something with Sirius x reader, where maybe r isn’t feeling all that great abt her scars (preferably on her thighs, but if not also totally fine) and Sirius draws on them and reassures her and all that stuff

Hope you have a great day, sending you lots of love

Sending love back angel <3

cw: past self harm, discussion of scars

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 922 words

“What’s that supposed to be?”

“Gorgeous, you can cut the shit. We both know I’m a modern Poussin.”

You smile, radiant in the sunlight spilling into your sitting room. You came here to read, but Sirius was hellbent on distracting you, and as always he’s succeeded. Your book has been long since closed, the two of you lazing the day away with kisses and go-nowhere conversations while Sirius draws on your skin in black ink.

“You’ve just said some obscure artist to show off,” you accuse. “You know I don’t know who that is.”

“Yes, well, two can play at the game of belittlement.”

Sirius is quite obviously drawing clouds. They live in the crook of your elbow, and they’re perfectly nebulous. You’re only pretending not to know because you enjoy playing with him. Luckily for you, Sirius enjoys letting you.

“Is there going to be a sun?” you ask after a while.

“Don’t need one. That’s you already, sunshine.”

You make a phony groaning sound, clearly delighted. “You’re so cheesy.”

“I know. See what you’ve done to me?” Sirius grins, tilting his head up for a kiss.

You indulge him. You’re in an indulgent mood, all sun-warmed and languorous, reclining against the cushions like a goddess. You wouldn’t likely let him doodle all over you otherwise. Sirius is taking advantage of a rare opportunity.

He goes back to work, adding some raindrops and then stars trailing up your arm. He thinks you’re dozing, but when Sirius turns to look at you again your expression has gone solemn. You’re looking down at your own lap like it’s a piece of gum stuck to your shoe.

Your scars bother you, sometimes. Sirius can never really predict when those times will be—it depends on your mood, how often you’ve been thinking about them, and a slew of other things inside that lovely head of yours—but here in the sunlight he can see how you got hung up. They’re showier than usual, light and shimmery in the crease of your thighs. Faded, but there.

Sirius puts his hand over them. Not to cover, but to caress.

You seem to snap out of your reverie. “Sorry,” you say.

“What for?” he asks.

It’s a trick question and you know it. You’re silent for a time. Silence is not usually Sirius’ favorite thing, but he lets it lie, stroking his index finger over your leg.

“I’m just,” you admit in a soft voice, “not liking them very much lately.”

“Yeah?” He looks up at you, seeking. “Have you been feeling okay?”

“Yeah. I have, really.”

“You’d tell me if not?”

You nod. Not quite looking at him, but Sirius knows that’s more evidence of shame than dishonesty. You trust him, and he trusts you.

“I don’t think you have to like them, baby.” He kisses gently beside your chin. “I’d like it if you didn’t hate them, but I know you can’t always help it.”

“I don’t know if I hate them.” Your eyes seem glued to where Sirius is rubbing your leg. Your voice is small. “I just…sometimes I don’t care if people see them, but other times they feel so embarrassing.”

Sirius scoffs. “Well, that’s silly.”

You frown. “Why?”

“Because,” he says, uncapping his pen again. You don’t stop him when he starts drawing small flowers over and in between your lines. “I—look, you’re allowed to feel any way you want about them, okay? Obviously. But the way I see it, they’re just something that happened to you.”

Admittedly, Sirius didn’t always feel that way. When he first saw them, he’d been angry—at you, at your brain, at anyone and anything that had ever made you feel awful enough to do this to yourself—but it hadn’t taken long for that initial wrath to deliquesce into a wet, formless sorrow. Sirius doesn’t like not having anyone to blame. He likes thinking of the people he loves hurting even less. But it was a reality for you at one time, and there’s nothing either of you can do about it now. All Sirius wants now is to keep enough light in your present that maybe someday it washes out the past. It may never happen, but he can hope. And he can hold your hand no matter what.

He twines the fingers of his free hand loosely with yours, making looping lines for petals on your leg.

“I don’t like that they did happen,” he admits, “but I don’t like that I broke my arm in fourth year either.” He senses your eyes going to the scar on his forearm. Once large and long, but now faded. “Nothing we can really do about them, though.”

You hum. “Yours was an accident.”

“I know,” Sirius murmurs. He looks at you. “I know they’re not the same thing, baby. But I don’t think you wanted your scars any more than I wanted mine, right?”

You hold his eyes this time, your gaze tentative but full of love. “No.”

“Right.” He kisses you. Lingers until you soften into it, your lips parting for him. Sirius pecks the corner of your mouth once he’s done. “So, you just keep talking to me, and I’ll tell you when you have something to be embarrassed about. Okay?”

Your smile comes almost unwillingly, your eyes slipping from his to look at the blooming garden covering your legs. “Okay,” you say.

“There’s my girl. Now, do you think it would tickle terribly if I drew a circus on the bottom of your foot?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect.”

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aliceramblez · 2 days ago

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Telemachus x Goddess of Joy!Reader (HCs)

pairing: epic!Telemachus x fem!reader

tags: fluff, childhood friends to lovers, telemachus is a dork, athena ships it, flower language, and some lore for the actual goddess of joy

artwork by Gigi on YouTube!

It's all happens one day when you're still very young.

After a particularly stressful day working alongside your sisters to please Lady Aphrodite, you can't handle the pressure anymore, so you travel to the island of Ithaca to clear your head.

It doesn't register in your brain that you've been crying until you hear a boy's voice calling out to you asking if you're alright. It's a mortal, obviously—a boy who appears to be your age, at least physically.

“Why are you crying?”

“I... I'm tired of trying to make others happy. I just want to be the sad one for once.”

You know you aren't supposed to mingle with mortals, so you keep your responses vague in hopes of satisfying his curiosity while not giving too much away.

But it wasn't like you were lying—as Goddess of Joy, you are expected to bring happiness to the hearts of everyone around you—Aphrodite included—, and it can sometimes take a heavy toll, especially since you haven't been using your powers as long as other Gods have.

The boy stares at you for a moment before running off somewhere in the field of flowers you've been sitting in, only to come back with both a small puppy and a pink peony in hand. He hands you the flower with a smile.

“My mommy says it's okay to be sad sometimes, so don't beat yourself up over it. I think this one would look pretty on you, though!”

You take the flower, give it a look over, and then turn back to the boy with a smile of your own. That's when the puppy leaps on top of you and starts slobbering you with kisses, much to the boy's dismay but your delight.

Since then, you decide to pay Ithaca visits more frequently whenever you aren't busy, successfully meeting up with the boy again and again to play.

You finally learn who he is—Telemachus. The prince of the land and son of Odysseus, progidy of Athena. Whenever he talks to you about his father, you can see the pain in his eyes of having to be sitting around waiting for a man who may never return. You decide to use your powers once in a while to help cheer him up.

It isn't until his thirteenth birthday that he finds out who you are.

“You're a Goddess, aren't you?”

It catches you by surprise, but it's not unexpected. Telemachus is smart, so it wasn't like he wouldn't find out eventually. After revealing your true self, all he does is sit down and listen, just like he did when you met all those years ago.

“I'm sorry I never told you. I... I liked being your friend without the pressure of a title between us. I didn't want you to treat me any differently.”

Telemachus doesn't do anything other than pick up a flower from the field you're both sitting in. A purple orchid which he tucks behind your ear with a smile, making you stare in awe.

“Goddess or not, you're still my best friend! I'd think you'd know me better than that by now.”

“Haha, I do... what even gave it away?”

“You're always showing up outta nowhere and people seem much happier whenever you're around, but like, in a super quick way! Besides, there's no way someone so pretty isn't a goddess...”

It's immediately clear that last part wasn't meant to come out because pink is now covering Telemachus' cheeks, causing you to flush as well.

More years go by and you begin to share stories with him about the Gods in Olympus—how Zeus is a womanizer, Poseidon looking scary but actually being a secret softie, and of course all the beef you have with your ‘boss’, Aphrodite.

He's always so eager to listen to whatever you have to say because of his dream of becoming a noble warrior, and will also comfort you whenever you're in a bad mood.

You try doing the same when more years pass and there's still no sign of his father. You offer to use your magic to help, but he says all he needs is a friend willing to listen, so that's what you become.

Whenever the suitors are giving him a hard time, you use your powers to make them be as sickeningly sweet with one another as possible, that it sometimes looks like they're in love. You and Telemachus get a crack out of it every time.

It's you who goes to find Athena when Telemachus is fighting Antinous, begging her to come help because there's really nothing you can do on the matter. She really doesn't need much persuading, though.

You can only thank the Gods that he's fine all things considered, but seeing him all battered up with cuts and bruises all over his body breaks your heart. You're immediately by his side with a washcloth and fresh clothes so that the wounds don't get infected despite his protests.

“I-I'm fine, really! Ow!”

“You will be fine once you stop moving!”

Athena chuckles in the background as you turn to her. She's giving you a knowing smirk, causing you to look away with a blush adorning your cheeks.

Once they start their training together, you're there cheering him on from the sidelines, which kinda backfires because according to Athena “we don't need any distractions”. You apparently fall under that category, and Telemachus is covering his face all the time but you swear you can see red on the tips of his ears.

Once Odysseus finally returns home, you're surprised to see Telemachus make his way to you as you're sitting in your usual spot.

He sits beside you and seems to be fiddling with something hidden in his robe. You can't see what it is from your angle.

“Aren't you going to spend time with your father?”

“He's with my mother right now. Something tells me they're going to be a while...”

“Right, I almost forgot. She must be overjoyed! But... are you okay? I saw what happened in there and...”

“Hey, I'm okay. Athena's training paid off. I'm tougher than I look, ya know?”

He then proceeds to comically flex his muscles with a wiggle of his eyebrows, causing you to laugh at this adorkable human being. You thank the Gods that you were born in the same time period as him, because now you can't think of a life without him in it.

That's when you notice the nervous fidgeting again and he's even started to advert his gaze after the little joke he pulled off. It's strange considering he's never been the shy type—when he's got something on his mind, he'll speak up no matter what.

“Are you sure you're okay, Telemachus?”

“Y-Yeah, I'm fine! I just... wanted to give you something. As a thanks for everything you've done for me.”

And before you can say anything, he's pulling out a flower from behind his back and placing it behind your ear. You can only barely register what it is before it's out of your sight: a red rose.

“You're the most amazing person I've ever met. A-And not just because you're a Goddess! You've always been there for me even when I don't ask you to, and have my back no matter what. You're just really nice, and funny and kind... I-I..”

You can't take it anymore and before your mind registers what's happening, you're already kissing him.

As you pull away, both your faces are as red as tomatoes and you can feel the smile on your face turning large and goofy. Giggles erupt from you both.

“I love you...”

“I love you, too...”

“And I love how long it took you two lovebirds to admit it.”

Athena's owl is gazing at you both and it almost sounds as it's chuckling while you two hide your faces in each other's shoulders.

Coming to Ithaca was the best decision you could've ever taken.

#epic the musical #telemachus #telemachus epic the musical #epic the musical x reader #epic x reader #telemachus x reader

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bobbydagen24 · 3 days ago

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This is how it should have been portrayed tbh turning him into a mostach twirling villain out of nowhere

in order to make people feel justified in forgetting everything he's been put through throughout the movie is honestly just bad writing.

like imagine if in TBT we saw Floyd as a tortured Hostage for most of the movie only to then have him betray everyone just before the films final act

because he was about to be drained to the point of death and panicked giving in to fear and then the movie just has him act like a remorsless jerk

and the audience as well as the movie characters just forget the fact that he literally spent the whole movie being held captive and treated in terrible ways through no fault of his own.

and in the end Floyd is sent off to die with Velvet while Veneer dances with the rest of the characters and is redeemed,

would the fandom still praise thay as acceptable writing? or would they rightly point out that showing a villain your meant to detest as a helpess victim for most of the movie

whose only motive is to get themselves out of an unfair horrifying situation for which it isn't their fault they are is a very messed up way to write a villain.

i decided to redraw some scenes from the first movie, and put some more guilty in Creek's face and body expression 😃 bc i can

#dreamworks trolls #trolls creek #trolls floyd #trolls band together

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cosmicmunsonwrites · 12 hours ago

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wanna kiss his face with an uppercut

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — rafe is back to being a softie, talks of explicit picture

summary — rafe wants to know why you’ve been ignoring him.

authors note — this can be read as a standalone but is a continuation of that recent part in my mean!rafe series. it can be found in my rafe cameron masterlist under au’s. olease request more!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“you’ve been ignoring me,” he mumbled, sitting all tense on the sofa across from you in the living room of your house. “i’ve called and texted hundreds of times and you jus’ haven’t returned any of ‘em.”

you just shrugged and tucked yourself further into your blanket. “been busy. haven’t had the chance,” you replied bluntly. it wasn’t necessarily a lie. the only thing you were busy with though was sleeping and thinking about your relationship and whether or not it was worth the pain.

he looked slightly taken back. “busy with what? you don’t leave the house. your car hasn’t even moved.” if you didn’t hear the slight whine in his voice, you would’ve though he meant it in an aggressive manner. instead, he sounded genuinely curious.

“i have stuff to do around the house, schoolwork, i have to car for kiwi,” you listed. college was hard and even harder with a relationship. and your dog kiwi wasn’t exactly low maintenance. she needed a walk everyday, special meals for her specific diet, and pampering.

he leaned back in his seat and spread his legs to get comfortable while crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at you. “why didn’t you ask for my help? you know kiwi loves me. i coulda helped out with her or helped with the house. y’know i have before, right?”

you simply shrugged again. “i can handle myself,” you said dismissively.

“yeah, i know you can but you don’t need to. y’know i’m always here,” he said as if it were obvious. “did i do somethin’ wrong? why are you suddenly bein’ so cold with me outta nowhere?”

you rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh of frustration. “are you fucking kidding me rafe? ‘did i do something wrong?’ you know exactly what you did,” you snapped sharply at him. “what do you think of me? because you clearly don’t respect me.”

a crease formed between his eyebrows as he stared at you. “what?” his voice was much smaller now. maybe it was the fact that yours was louder and he’d never heard you raise your voice, especially at him.

“don’t act all stupid with me. you don’t get to just go around showing your friends vulnerable pictures of me and basically tell them that i’m so easy and i just do whatever the fuck you say,” you spat. “i’m not your bitch and i’m sure as hell not someone you’re gonna boss around and walk all over. that little comment about me begging for a chance? seriously? i didn’t know you saw our relationship as a power play for you.”

you could see tears forming in his eyes. you’d never seen him get this upset over something. “baby, i didn’t—i didn’t think—“ he began to stutter over his words before just stopping all together.

“i have too much respect for myself to let someone talk to me like that,” you said, your voice much quieter now but still nowhere near gentle. you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose to try to relieve the pressure forming into a headache. “i don’t know if we should do this anymore, rafe.”

his head immediately snapped up as his teary gaze met yours and his wet cheeks glistened under the light. “no. no, don’t do that. please baby, don’t say that,” he pleaded desperately. he stood from his seat and took eager strides to where you were sitting. he kneeled down in front of you and gently took your hands in his own. “please jus’ work this out with me, angel. i don’t wanna lose you. i can’t. i’ll do whatever it takes, jus’ don’t leave me.”

you bit your lip and shook your head. “i can’t keep letting myself get disrespected. what you said—what you did, was absolutely insane. i would’ve never in my entire life thought to say that to someone, let alone someone i love. that was just cruel and it hurt my feelings. you didn’t even acknowledge that.”

“please angel, jus’ one more shot, okay?” he reasoned softly, fresh tears falling. he’d never had someone confront him like this besides his dad. “i’m sorry for bein’ so mean the other day. i know i was rude and all but i was havin’ a bad day and that’s not an excuse but you know its hard for me to control sometimes. once again, not an excuse but i jus’ let my anger get out of hand and i swear to be better about it.”

you looked to the side to avoid looking at him while thinking carefully bout your next words. “you don’t get it. you say all this stuff and i want to believe you but i’m not even sure thats possible after what you said the other day.”

he nodded in agreement. “i understand that and i know that things won’t just go back to normal. i’m not asking you to do that. i’m just asking that you try to work things out with me. give me time to prove to you that i can be better and i promise you, you won’t regret it.”

you knew it was a bad idea. you could feel it in your bones but the bigger part of you wanted to hold him and tell him things would be okay. you wanted to wipe his pretty tears and kiss his pink lips. it was terrifying. “one last shot rafe. i’m giving you one more try and thats it. you’re not jus’ gonna keep hurting me and expecting me to forgive you and have sex. thats not how this works. i don’t deserve that.”

“no, you deserve the world,” he whispered softly as his lip began to tremble. a sad smile graced his lips before he was laying kisses to your knuckle. “i promise i’ll be so much better baby. i swear on my life.”

you really did hope he was serious this time.

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hollaforlyla · 2 days ago

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HIII I LOVE YOUR WORK ITS CRAZY HOW WELL YOU WRITE FOR SONIC??❤️ with that I'd like to ask for a Sonic x reader who misreads signals and while Sonic's over here with a rose and all, reader thinks he doesn't like them like that but then they figure it out somehow and WHAM HAPPY COUPLE!!

" Too Slow " ── sonic x gn!reader

THISSSSSSTHISTHISTHIS IS MY EVERYTHING THIS IS MU WHOLE LOVE I LOVE FICS KIKE THESEE . totally not going through it myself AHEM. thx for your kind words and request!! PLZ ENJOYY!! 😊🙏🏻

You had no idea why Sonic was acting so weird lately.

Sure, he was always a little cocky, a little smug—but lately, he’d been showing up out of nowhere, leaning against walls like some kind of cool action hero, flashing you grins that made your heart do a ridiculous somersault. He’d randomly hand you flowers, throw an arm around your shoulders, and once—just once—he’d winked at you after saying, “You know you’re my favorite, right?”

Which, of course, was just him being friendly. Sonic was like that with everyone. He was charismatic. Charming. A natural flirt. He didn’t mean anything by it.

So you brushed it off.

Even when he offered to run you home every day. Even when he always picked you first for team missions. Even when he sat just a little too close during group hangouts, tail brushing against yours.

You convinced yourself it was nothing.

Then came today.

You were standing in the middle of a quiet clearing, arms crossed, tail flicking in confusion as Sonic stood in front of you—holding a single, perfect red rose.

“Hey,” he said, offering it to you with an almost nervous grin. “For you.”

You blinked. “…What’s this for?”

Sonic tilted his head. “What do you mean, what’s it for? It’s a rose.”

“Yeah, I can see that,�� you said slowly. “But… is it a joke? Did Knuckles dare you to do this?”

Sonic reeled back like you’d just slapped him. “What? No! Why would it be a joke?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “I mean… you don’t like me like that, right?”

Sonic stared.

Then he stared some more.

Then he dropped his head into his hands. “Oh my Chaos.”

You frowned. “What?”

“SIX MONTHS,” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Six months of flirting, six months of picking you flowers, six months of me literally saying you’re my favorite person—and you thought I didn’t like you?!”

Your ears flattened. “Wait… you were serious?”

“YES!”

You took a moment to process. “Oh.”

Sonic threw up his hands. “Unbelievable.”

“…Wait.” Your eyes widened as realization hit you all at once. “Oh.”

Sonic gave you an exasperated look. “Finally catching up?”

“I—I thought you were just being Sonic! You’re friendly with everyone!”

“Yeah, but I don’t bring them roses!"

You glanced at the flower in your hands. A real, deep red rose. A romantic gesture.

A gift from Sonic.

For you.

Oh.

Your face burned. “I, um. Okay. I may have… misunderstood some things.”

“No kidding,” Sonic said, but there was a teasing lilt to his voice now. “So? Now that you do get it…” He smirked, leaning in just a little. “Got an answer for me?”

Your heart did another ridiculous flip. Then, finally, you smiled. “Yeah.” You held the rose close, glancing up at him. “I’d love to be your favorite person. Officially.”

Sonic beamed. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

And just like that—WHAM. Happy couple.

#sonic #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog x reader #x reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #headcanons #oneshot #sth #sonic fandom #x you #sonic x you #my writing

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riddleswhcre · 2 days ago

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PART II: WEAR MY NAME

you tried to escape him. pretended he wasn’t real. ignored the way the mirrors whispered, the way the shadows stretched, the way something unseen touched you in the dark. but now he’s here—watching, waiting, stepping through the glass and back into your world. you should run. you don’t.

warnings: DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU VALUE YOUR SANITY. dead dove: do not eat. smut, fingering. You are being watched. dub-con, marking/claiming, overstimulation, size kink, degradation/praise, predator/prey, choking (light).

part 1 au more

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

it starts with the mirrors.

at first, it’s easy to ignore.

a shape in the reflection when you aren’t looking directly at it. the faint sense of something standing behind you, just past the edge of your vision.

shadows that stretch too far.

too dark.

too familiar.

you tell yourself it’s exhaustion. stress. your mind holding onto the trauma, twisting it into something that feels real.

but the mirrors aren’t the only thing.

it’s the touch, too.

the way your body shivers at nothing—a cold breath against your ear, the brush of fingers along your waist, the faintest pressure against your throat.

like hands that aren’t there.

like a presence you can’t shake.

"you’ve been acting weird," your boyfriend says one night, voice groggy with sleep. his fingers graze your bare hip under the duvet, warm, grounding. "are you alright?"

"yeah," you murmur. lie.

he hums, already drifting off again, pulling you closer into his heat. but even as he holds you, your body remains tense, waiting, braced for something unseen.

something inevitable.

you stare past his shoulder, into the darkened mirror across the room.

nothing.

you exhale. force yourself to close your eyes.

but you feel it.

the weight of a gaze.

the press of something cold and unknowable, lingering just out of reach.

watching.

waiting.

and when sleep finally takes you—

you dream in shadows.

you’re in your flat.

alone.

or at least, you should be.

the air is thick. cloying. the lights flicker, the shadows curling at the edges of the room like smoke, shifting, breathing.

you tell yourself it’s a dream.

it has to be.

but you don’t wake up.

your feet move before you register it, carrying you towards the mirror in the hallway. your fingers tremble as you reach out, touching the cool glass—

and he is there.

not a reflection. not a shadow.

him.

tall, poised, dressed in black, the same knowing smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

"hello, little one," tom murmurs, voice velvet and ruin, sinking into your bones.

your pulse stops.

you stumble back, but there’s nowhere to go. the wall meets your spine, cold and unyielding. your chest heaves, your mind screaming at you to wake up, wake up, but tom only tilts his head, watching you, drinking in your panic like it amuses him.

"i told you," he says, stepping forward, out of the mirror, into your space, into your world.

his hand catches your chin, fingers cold as death itself, tilting your face up.

"you didn’t think you could run from me, did you?"

your breath shatters in your throat.

"you’re not real," you whisper.

his smile sharpens.

"oh, little liar," he murmurs, thumb dragging along your bottom lip, pressing in, forcing your mouth open just slightly.

your stomach twists. heat coils low, unwanted, unbearable.

because you remember.

the way he felt inside you. the way he owned you, the way he ruined you.

"this isn’t happening," you breathe, barely a whisper.

tom hums, the sound low and pleased, fingers slipping lower, ghosting down your neck, your collarbone, lower still.

your body betrays you.

he sees it.

"poor thing," he purrs, leaning in, lips brushing against your ear, breath cold and cruel. "you really thought i’d let you go?"

his hands settle on your waist, gripping, fingers pressing into flesh.

"i saved him for you."

his knee parts your thighs, and you let him.

"and now, you’re going to show me how grateful you are."

his grip tightens on your waist, pulling you closer, your body melting against him despite yourself.

"tom—"

he shushes you, his thumb dragging over your lower lip, pressing just enough to make you feel it, enough to remind you that he’s in control here, not you.

"you keep saying my name like it means something," he murmurs, gaze flicking over your face, watching every twitch, every flicker of fear, of need. his fingers slip lower, slow and deliberate, trailing down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts.

"but you’ve already given yourself to me, haven’t you?"

your breath hitches, your whole body tensing before you even feel his touch.

because you know what’s coming.

he does too.

he wants you to.

"so warm," he breathes, fingers brushing against your slick heat, teasing, not quite giving you what you need. "so obedient."

your thighs clench, but his knee presses between them, keeping them apart.

"don’t be shy now," he taunts, voice mocking, smooth as silk, his fingers spreading you open, just barely pressing inside before retreating, denying you, making you chase the feeling.

"i want to hear you."

his thumb brushes your clit, so light it’s unbearable, and you whimper, your body betraying you completely.

his dark eyes gleam. he loves it.

"that’s it," he breathes. "such a desperate little thing. you missed me, didn’t you?"

you shake your head, but the lie doesn’t even reach your lips before his fingers slip inside you, slow and devastating, his palm grinding against your clit.

you cry out, hips bucking into his hand, body reacting before your mind can even catch up.

"oh?" his smirk sharpens, watching you come apart so easily, so quickly, his fingers dragging against every sensitive part of you, fucking into you deep and slow and merciless.

"you did miss me," he purrs, mocking, triumphant.

your cheeks burn—with shame, with need, with something worse, something deeper, something you shouldn’t want but do.

"look at you," he murmurs, lips ghosting along your jaw, your throat, your ear, pressing wet, biting kisses against your skin.

"trembling for me."

his hand curls around your throat, not squeezing, just holding, keeping you where he wants you as he fucks his fingers into you, faster now, his touch relentless, devastating, perfect.

"you can fight it all you want," he murmurs, voice low, ruinous, his breath curling over your lips.

"but your body already knows who you belong to."

his fingers curl, and pleasure spikes through you, sharp and unbearable, your body tightening around him as you choke on a gasp, as your vision goes white, as your world shatters beneath his touch.

you’re still shaking, still breathless, when he pulls his fingers from you, dragging them through your slick heat one last time before bringing them to his lips.

he licks them clean.

"perfect," he murmurs, smirking when your thighs clench again at the sight of him tasting you.

you know what’s next.

so does he.

you swallow hard, your whole body burning with the memory of how he felt inside you, how he filled you, stretched you, owned you completely.

his voice is low and cruel and full of promise.

"we’re just getting started, little one."

his belt clinks, the whisper of leather sliding free, and your whole body tenses, heat curling deep in your stomach.

he notices. of course, he does.

"nervous?" he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement.

his cock presses against you, heavy and thick, dragging through the slick mess between your legs, teasing, spreading you open just enough to remind you how easily he can break you again.

you swallow hard, forcing your voice steady. "you wish."

he laughs softly, mocking, knowing.

"oh, little one," he breathes, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance, pressing just slightly, just enough to make you ache.

his hands tighten on your hips, holding you still, keeping you where he wants you.

"i don’t have to wish for anything."

he thrusts forward, burying himself inside you in one slow, devastating stroke, stretching you open, filling you completely.

your head tips back, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as your body shudders beneath him, your hands gripping at nothing, at him, nails digging into his arms as he doesn’t move, just holds you there, letting you feel every inch of him.

"fuck," he groans, his voice low and ragged, his fingers digging into your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. "so fucking tight. taking me so well."

he stays still for another second, just long enough to make you squirm, whimper, arch into him.

then he moves.

his first thrust is slow, deep, dragging his cock out of you before snapping his hips forward again, making you cry out, making your body tighten around him, making your vision blur with pleasure.

"that’s it," he murmurs, his grin sharp, dangerous, his pace slow but merciless, grinding deep, hitting exactly where he wants, exactly where he knows you need him.

"you can fight it all you want," he breathes, lips ghosting over your ear, his hands gripping your hips harder, pulling you against him with every thrust.

"but you’re already fucking yourself on my cock, aren’t you?"

you choke on a whimper, hips rocking instinctively, chasing the friction, the pressure, the unbearable heat building inside you too fast, too much.

he sees it, feels it, fucking loves it.

"so desperate," he murmurs, voice dripping with mockery, watching you unravel beneath him, helpless, already broken, already his.

"so eager."

his hand slides between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing slow, tight circles, making your whole body tremble, making your thighs clench around him, making you sob his name.

"so fucking perfect," he groans, picking up his pace, fucking into you harder, sharper, rougher, making sure you feel every inch of him, making sure there’s no part of you he hasn’t claimed.

his lips brush your jaw, your cheek, before settling at your ear, his voice low and dark and inescapable.

"tell me," he breathes, his cock throbbing inside you, his fingers fucking relentless on your clit.

"tell me how badly you need me to fill you up."

your breath shatters, pleasure coiling tight, unbearable, your body already so close, so gone, so completely fucking ruined.

"fuck, tom—"

"tell me."

his hips snap harder, his teeth scrape your throat, his hand tightens on your hip, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

"beg me for it."

your vision blurs, pleasure spiking, your whole body arching into him, taking everything he gives you, giving him everything you have left.

"please," you gasp, desperate, mindless, gone, nails dragging down his arms, clinging to him, pulling him deeper.

"please, tom—"

"that’s my girl," he groans, thrusting into you harder, chasing his own release, fucking you exactly how you need, exactly how you begged for.

"you’re mine," he breathes, voice thick, dark, ruined, his pace losing rhythm, turning desperate, wild, merciless.

"mine," he growls again, his body tensing, his cock throbbing deep inside you, and then he finally lets go, slamming into you one last time as he spills inside you, hot and thick and completely inescapable.

you barely register your own release—blinding, shattering, consuming—your whole body shaking beneath him, clinging to him, every nerve lit with fire, with pleasure, with ruin.

for a long moment, neither of you move.

his breath ghosts against your ear, shaky, uneven, his fingers still gripping your waist, still keeping you where he wants you, still deep inside you, making sure you take every last drop of him.

and then—

his lips brush your throat, slow, lingering, almost… possessive.

"perfect," he murmurs, voice dark and sated, his fingers dragging down your thigh, spreading you open again, just to admire the mess he’s left you in.

"so fucking pretty like this," he breathes.

you shiver.

his hand slides back up, fingers curling around your jaw, forcing your gaze to his.

his lips twitch into a smirk.

"you wear me well."

your breath is shaky, body still trembling, still weak and ruined beneath him, the table digging into your stomach, his cock still buried inside you, still keeping you full, still holding you in place.

but he isn’t done.

his hand ghosts lower, fingers trailing across your stomach, your hips, pressing lightly against your inner thigh.

"a perfect mess," he murmurs, admiring the way your body still twitches from aftershocks, the way his come slowly drips from between your legs, slick and filthy and undeniable.

"and all mine."

you shudder, your breathing uneven, and his fingers curl into your hair, not to pull—just to hold.

his lips brush your ear, soft, barely there, but his voice is dark, thick, ruinous.

"tell me, little one," he breathes.

his hips shift slightly, and you whimper, your body still too sensitive, still stretched, still aching in the best way.

his smirk deepens.

"did you really think i’d leave you after this?"

your stomach twists.

"this was just the beginning."

his fingers tilt your chin up, forcing your gaze back to his, making sure you see the hunger still lingering in his dark, endless eyes.

"you’re not done with me yet."

his smirk sharpens, something darker curling at the edges of his lips.

"and i’m certainly not done with you."

your heart stutters, heat flooding through your veins, a dangerous mixture of dread and something else, something you don’t want to name.

tom leans in, his nose skimming your jaw, his voice nothing but a whisper of a promise against your skin.

"i hope you weren’t planning on waking up just yet, little one."

and when he moves again, when his fingers slide back between your legs, when his cock hardens inside you, ready to take you all over again—

you realise he’s right.

you’re not waking up.

not until he’s satisfied.

not until he’s done with you.

and tom riddle is never done.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

you see him too, don’t you? the mirrors never lie.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

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chaniiverse · 2 days ago

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Moments to save:

Jeonghan's lips stretch in a heartwarming smile, «”I'm coming with you too, dummy.”» Your eyes widen in astonishment, and your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down for a tight hug. «”Thank god I'll at least have you by my side, I can't imagine seeing all those princesses and their glamour, and manage to not puke.”»

Idk but I just vibe with their friendship so much…bout time jeonghan comes back from military now 😦😐

Your fingers held the handle of your bag over your shoulders, while you waited for the other selected ones. Your expression swiftly turns disgusted when your eyes fall on the tall guy who emerges from the crowd. «”Don't tell me that jerk is coming too, gosh I can't have my life being ruined any more.”» Seungcheol chuckles next to you upon hearing you, knowing well you were talking about Gaston's son.

When I read that gyu was gastons son I was like “don’t tell me he’s gonna be dumb like Gil?” (I love Gil. He’s so adorable) but again…it’s Mingyu so it’s fine.

«“Little girl thinks her parents are going to think she's really evil once she gets her hands on the wand, does she?”» You scoff at his words, but before you could speak anything else you feel Seungcheol and Jeonghan pull you back from his grip. «“So hot-headed.”» Jeonghan tchs under his breath but it was well audible for you. You shoot him a glare while you take your seat next to the window, grumpily

I JISY COUKE NOY IMAGINE CHAN BEING SO RUDE SISJSJSSJSJSJ 😭. Like pls…he’s too baby coded for me to think of him like yeah but then…nvm because yeah..I remembered chan from attacca era and just went… “Welp…”

And you hold your hand out but just before your hands could meet, someone intervenes and shakes his hand. You look up to find Jeonghan, eyeing the man who was the same height as him with a forced smile.

Jeonghan just wanted to touch Shua 😐🙄. Like okay simp…I FUCKED HIM BEFORE YOU HA! Suck it 😈. But again:..hot

«“Shut up”» Your words cause your jaw to be gripped tightly out of nowhere making you gasp. «“I may keep up with your bratty attitude all the time, but while you're under me, know your fucking place. Got it?”» Your throat runs dry from the way his jaw clenched in anger while his fingers continued to work on you.

The way my stomach churned (in a good way) when I read this because oh wow I need someone to dominate me like this. Because…(someone being hannie fs) wow..

You take slower steps than ever, knowing exactly who was behind the door. You barely open the door a few inches before the door is slammed open. You flinch from the loud noise, but the man in front of you could care less. (He couldn't)

AHHHHH HES SO HOT EUEUEISISIS. I NEED HIM

His hand covers your neck whole while he pins you against the door. «“You liked that huh? Getting your cunt fucked by someone else which wasn't me?”» There was a faint blue glint in his eyes, while his black long strands fell over his face ever so perfectly. His jaw clenched in anger, but the hand around your neck just held you in place. «“Jeonghan, I-I can explain.”»

Honest opinion..Shua was too hot. Like the way I just felt myself turning into a jelly when he showed me the screen saying “I saw you…so…” I’d let Shua and jeonghan dominate me anytime anywhere

Jeonghan turned around to grasp your hand – mirroring Joshua who had moved a few steps closer to you. “Y/n will you be my date?” The two voices echoed in your way – all while you stood there, absolutely dumbfounded about how you found yourself in this situation. How had you forgotten your main goal along the way? Was this what you were fated to? But most importantly, who were you going to choose?

Oh drama drama drama. We love drama. I genuinely just want to hack into your docs to see what you have written so far because UGH I NEED IT

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PAIRING: Son of evil queen! Jeonghan x daughter of hades!reader | son of belle! Joshua x reader

WORD COUNT: 6k

⛧ SYNOPSIS: You were supposed to steal the wand, and take over the world – to prove that you were evil once and for all, but over the course of two days, you find yourself taken over by your complex feelings and lust.

CONTENT/WARNINGS: Brother! Seungcheol, Dom! Jeonghan & Joshua, childhood friend! Jeonghan, first love! Jeonghan, cheating, exhibition, fingerjng, degradation, unprotected sex, possessiveness, panty stuffing, spanking.

NOTE: Son of Gaston! Mingyu, Son of ursula! Dino.

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«"A WHAT?"» You and Seungcheol exclaimed in unison while your mother did not bother to look at you while she shaped her nails. «"A chance to go to Auradon"» She repeats her previous words yet again to you and your brother.

You could feel your insides twisting from the mention of the dreadful place. «"Mother, we are not going to that stinky place where people walk around with bright princess clothes and tiaras"» You say, speaking up like usual. Your mother knew all too well, it would be you who would instantly disagree with her decision. Because Seungcheol had never gone against your mothers words, for she did not give him a mind either.

Your mother always had a profound hate towards your older brother, no matter what he'd try to do to show her he was as evil as her or – the fact that he was trying to be. Maybe that was the problem – it was the fact that Seungcheol was not evil. He tried, tried hard to be what his mother expected him to be, but he just couldn't get himself to shove an old person into an alley or steal candy from a hungry child. He just couldn't be evil.

Or maybe the fact that he had taken after his father's genes and could easily use the power of that powerful ember if he had the chance to pass that barrier, and specially – inherited the radiant dark blue hair.

But you on the other side - well, you had dark purple hair, and you were just - as evil as she wanted you to be.

«"I agree with her, we are not going."» Your head whips around to look at him, your mouth gaping in revelation. Your mother's eyes instantly narrow upon hearing him. Standing up from her chair, she walks closer to where you both stood. Your hands intertwined with Seungcheol's, giving them a squeeze while she stared at both of you, on coming face-to-face with you. «"You both do not have an option, You're doing this for us and yourselves."»

Letting go of his hand, you cross your arms, walking closer to her. You tilt your head slightly, «"How about a no?"»

Her eyes flamed green, making your own eyes mirror hers. The Isle and your mother may have been deprived of any magic for years, but your mother's power to defeat you and your brother was nothing special.

Your usual contest was interrupted out of the blue - surprisingly - by your father.

«"Maleficent"» He moved from his spot on the doorway, while your head snapped towards him. «"You're hurting my daughter with your shenanigans yet again."» Your mother could care less about his comment. She walks away while both of you are approached by your father.

«"Listen, kids. Just think about it both of you, imagine if we do not have this fucking barrier preventing us from our freedom. It's all so simple really, you both go there with the other VKs, steal that wand, let us out of this stinky place and we take over the world again."» Those were the same old shit, repeating over and over from your parent's mouths.

You never had a deplored hatred towards the Auradon Or the ‘King and Queen’ but gosh did you want to avenge them for the childhood that was taken away from you.

Your father takes a step closer towards Seungcheol, his hand firmly placing itself on his shoulder and squeezed threateningly. «“I'm sure my son wouldn't want to disappoint me, would he?”»

‘I was never your fucking son’ - Gosh did Seungcheol just want to spit that out on his face but the hand almost bone crushingly squeezing his shoulder, stopped him. His face lowers down slowly, «Yes, father.»

You roll your eyes, having already expected his defeat against your father. You walk out, going to the only person that knew you inside out.

—

You rest your head against Jeonghan's chest. There were no words exchanged between the two of you, but he knew exactly what was running in your head.

«“I don't wanna go, Hannie”» You say, breaking the silence. «”Hm and why is that?”»

You roll your eyes yet again at his words, lifting your head to look up at him. «”You really are going to make me say it ain't you?”» Jeonghan feigns innocence at your words, «”Hmm I don't know what you're talking about.”» Your hand slaps his chest playfully, «”You know well, I can't be away from you, you jerk.”»

Jeonghan chuckles at your words, «”Tell me my evil little Y/n, did you bother to check who was selected to go to Auradon?”» Your eyebrows knit slightly, eyeing him in confusion. «”What are you talking ‘bout?”»

Just as you say that, you hear someone clear their throat behind you. Your head snaps back to the person, and you find your brother standing there. «”I still exist you know”» Both of you laugh at his words, running to him while he pouts at the both of you.

—

As if on the talk of the devil, Mingyu approached your figure, you knew him all too well to not guess his next words. «”Aren't you a little too cranky today, beautiful?”» He smirks down at you – god was he just as jerky as his father. You take a small step closer towards him, «”Fuck off before your face is unidentifiable by the time we walk out of the barrier.”» Mingyu scoffs under his breath, walking away from you.

«”He's right though, what's got you so cranky?”» You hear the familiar voice from behind and turn around to find Jeonghan walking up to you, his hands buried in his pockets while his bag hangs over his shoulder.

You let out a soft gasp, as soon as your eyes fell on him, his dark blue hair was turned into long black hair where his bangs fell over his face softly. You barely gave a mind about his words, while letting his arm wrap around your waist. «"What's up with the sudden hair change?”» He smiles smugly, his eyes meeting yours «”You like it? I did it for you.”» Jeonghan winks down at you at the end of his sentence, giggling under his breath when you roll your eyes at him.

«”I guess it looks good.”» You shrug him off before walking towards black limousine as you throw your bag inside.

Just as you were about to plop yourself onto the seats, you feel a tug at the back of your collar. You turn around to find your sworn enemy – Dino standing in front of you. His lips curl up in a smirk, «”It feels so nice to know that you're coming along, cause I want you to see me succeed at getting the wand before you can.”» You scoff at his words, «”Oh really? I didn't know you were so pathetically waiting for my validation.”»

His pupils dilate slightly in anger, and his hands fly to the collar of your shirt – you mirror him, tugging on his collar harshly.

—

You hear Seungcheol gasp under his breath next to you, when he finally steps out of the car. Completely contradicting you – who stood there with pure disgust and displease in your blood. Jeonghan clearly mirrored your feelings, as he stood next to you. You were met face-to-face with the new crowned prince who stood in front of all of you with a blue perfectly fitted formal suit, a napkin weirdly folded and kept in his pocket.

All the seven of you instantaneously recognized the man. ‘The great Crown Prince’ - the exact words the anchor person said the other day when you had been watching the only ever channel that was broadcasted in the Isle of the Lost.

«“Hi I'm Joshua Hong. The Crown Prince of Auradon.”» He speaks, causing you to snap out of your trance. His eyes turn into crescents when he smiles, and he holds out his hand to you. And you hold your hand out but just before your hands could meet, someone intervenes and shakes his hand. You look up to find Jeonghan, eyeing the man who was the same height as him with a forced smile.

You don't give it much of a thought and stand back. «“I don't think you need our introduction.”» Soon he retrieves his hand, snuggling it in between his pockets. «“Yea, definitely, I hope you make yourself comfortable here.”» He walks off and soon a bright cheerful skips happily towards you.

«“I'm Dokyeom, Fairy Godmother’s son!”» The mention of his mother instantly catches your attention, «“Fairy Godmother? Like the bibbidi bobbidi boo?”» He nods eagerly, his smile stretched ear-to-ear. All of you questioned how he managed to keep that smile so bright. «“Come along, I'll show you the way around!”»

—

Your heavy breaths are almost heard throughout the room in the museum. You sure had gotten lost from the others, but fuck you were lost in his dark brown eyes as he started down at you with gaping lips. «“H-Hannie, what are you doing?”»

You definitely did not expect to find yourself in this position, pinned against the smooth wall of the Museum of Auradon. Breathless and thoughtless under his gaze, his fingers disappeared inside your tight leather jeans while his free hand tucked your leg around his waist. «“Something I've desired to do for a long time, Y/n.”» and with that, his lips were back on yours, your tongues intertwining and he slowly caressed the skin of your thigh ever so softly. His breathing turns heavy in seconds mirroring yours, the sparks caused by the wet loud kisses push away the consciousness of your whereabouts and what you had to do.

You slowly part away with a heavy breath, your eyes meeting him in a hazy gaze. «“I think it's time I finally claim you as mine baby, all fucking mine.”»

Your next response gets caught in your throat and a choked moan leaves your lips as his hand slips past your pants. His fingers effortlessly move behind your panties, cupping you whole. His lips curled against the skin of your neck after noticing how the arousal seeped out of you. His hair tips tickled your ear lobe, as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. «“Looks like someone's as excited as I am.”»

«”I need words, baby.”» His stern toned words spark your brain in a way you could never imagine, «Yes, Han!»

Jeonghan innocently shoots you his angelic smile as if his fingers weren't knuckles deep inside you while everyone was wandering off searching for you. You moan into his ear as his fingers relentlessly move inside you, searching for your g-spot so skillfully. His curling fingers found your spot in no time, as he had you gripping on to his blue leather jacket ever so tightly as you parted your legs.

His hands come down to circle your waist in a split second to hold you against him. Your back arched while your eyes rolled back from the pleasure.

You probably didn't hate him in your whole life except for right now when he retreats his hand from your pants when a low «“Gonna cum”» slips past your lips. «“We gotta go before we get caught baby”» Jeonghan shoots you his smile yet again, with not an ounce of guilt in him. All you could do was stare at him with your tear glossed eyes, and let him manoeuvre your body out of the museum

—

Your hands clutched onto your books while you walked into Auradon Prep. You find Jeonghan sitting on the bleachers next to your brother, with his arm hanging around Seungcheol's shoulder. Before you could walk past him, you feel a familiar arm wrap around your waist. «“Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?”»

If you had heard the same words from Jeonghan just a day before at the same time, you would have elbowed him instantly. But you would be lying if his low voice did not give you butterflies from the way the name fell off his lips. You quickly free yourself from his embrace, your cheeks flaring red, but your body and his arms do not let you get any further away from him.

You look up at him in mock annoyance but his lips curl up around the corners. The bare distance between the both of you caused your memory to flash in front of your eyes, of last night. The fact that you had to take care of your little problem thanks to his antics. «“Don't try to get away from me.”»

All your movements come to a halt at his low order, and you huff in annoyance. But before you could speak to him any further, you hear a loud, «“Y/N!”» and you turn around to find Dokyeom and Woozi – Aurora's son, walking towards you. With all the strength you had, you break free from Jeonghan’s hold which was loose around your waist and fix the nonexistent curl in your outfit.

«“Hey! Would you like to join us for the preparation for Joshua's coronation?”» «“Sure!”» You never expected your voice to come out so high-pitched which would make Jeonghan snicker under his breath if he hadn't heard their request. Jeonghan shoots daggers down your figure while you walk away with Dokyeom.

—

«“So,”» You trail off, catching Dokyeom and Woozi's attention, «”It's not even been a month since I'm here, why'd you pick me?”» Dokyeom shoots you his infamous smile, «”Because Joshua hyung wanted one of the VKs to give their ideas since you're also a part of Auradon Prep. And well certainly, he suggested you would be a great option.”»

You hesitantly smile from his words, not quite sure what was going on, and what your reaction was supposed to be. «”How's everything going on?”» You flinch when you hear an oddly familiar voice behind you, and you look back to find Joshua towering over you.

«”Gosh, you scared me!”» You exclaimed at him to which his eyes turn into crescents as he lets out a little giggle. «”Oh I did not mean to.”»

You step away from him, so he could talk to the two in-charges. Your bottom lip juts out in boredom while you stand there. Your trail of thoughts is interrupted by Joshua mentioning your name out of nowhere, only for you to look up at him to find him looking at you with questioning eyes. «”Would you care to join me in my office, Y/n? I would like to have a conversation with you.”»

His gentle tone and voice contradicted Jeonghan's teasing tone and low voice, but it sure made you flustered either way but you mentally slap yourself before you could be so.

—

«”What'd you want to talk about, Joshie?”» The man looks at you, quite caught off guard by the nickname but he proceeds to his seat nonetheless. «”Joshie?”» He questions only to be met with your unbothered expression while you take your seat in front of his desk.

«“So why'd you bring me here?”» You decide to get straight to the point, without beating around the bush for long. You cock your eyebrows at him only to be met with a quite surprised expression.

«“Well, do you know for a fact that we have cameras installed in all the buildings owned by the king and queen?”» You suddenly straighten your back from the topic, «“Yea?”» Joshua breathily giggles a bit before leaning forwards on the table. «“Did you know we have hidden cameras installed which are not quite accessible to everyone?”» You furrow your eyebrows slightly. «“What do you mean, Joshua? Get to the point.”»

«“Alright then, could you explain this?”» He turns the laptop in your direction, the image of your figure being pinned against the wall while Jeonghan has his hands dipped inside your pants. You were too startled to notice the fact that Joshua was now behind you, with his torso leaning down next to you with his hands in his pocket. «“I have a lot of questions, princess. But god could I not help but want to make that pretty face scrunch up like that for me.”»

The irony of the nickname and his words go straight down to your cunt. «“Oh how I would love to wrap my hand around that neck of yours baby.”» A low moan gets caught in your throat. «“Fuck! Isn't this wrong?”»

«“Did not know the evil little girl cared about what's wrong or what's right.”» Although the man towered over you from behind you, you could hear the smirk in his voice. His words cause your demeanour to change in a split second. You raise yourself and rest your bottom on the edge of his desk. Your fingers wander off to pull him by his collar, and you click your tongue before whispering, «“Oh Joshie, wouldn't your people be so disappointed in you for this? Imagine what they're going to do if they find out their crown prince is fucking a VK”»

«“You're quite bold for a slut who was rubbing her thighs just from meek words while she watched herself .”» Saying that, Joshua’s hands move to grasp your wrist in one hand before he's turning you around and bending you over instantaneously. His large hand covers your ass almost completely, as he caressed the soft skin over the leather.

You yelp when his hand comes down on your ass, catching you off-guard. «“Mhm let's see, you think your little lover would be excited to know the fact that you're bending over with your ass out for another man?”» His words look down on you, but gosh you were not supposed to get wetter as each word left his mouth. So instead of giving into the low whine threatening to escape, you decided to taunt him. «“Really? Cause what are your-”»

You barely get to finish when his hands come down to slap your ass again. «“So fucking fiesty aren't you?”»

Joshua's fingers tuck under your pants, swiftly pulling off your pants with your panties. He tears away your panties hastily, leaving behind a red mark on your inner thighs from his rough move. «“Josh-”» Your words are cut off from his fingers pushing the soaked fabric into your mouth. «“At least that's gonna shut you up for some time, wouldn't it baby?”»

Joshua held your hands behind your back with one hand while his other hand undid the zipper of his own formal pants. «"Do you think you can handle my cock? In this tight fucking pussy?”»

Joshua's hand slap against your smooth skin yet again, before sliding down to your heat. His thick fingers plunge right inside you within seconds thanks to your dripping arousal. Your moans came out muffled as you pushed your ass desperately into his touch. Your body and voice box betray you as soon as his fingers thrusted them deep inside you. «“Look at you moaning already, you like it don't ya?”»

You whine at the way his thick fingers stay still inside you while being knuckles-deep. You move your hips over his hand only to be welcomed with a slap over your ass. «“So darn impatient, darling.”» Joshua's tone came out sounding annoyed, but God would he be lying if he said he didn't like your bratty behaviour. Contradicting his words, his actions made it seem obvious how much he needed you to be what you are when he pressed his rock-hard cock against your ass.

Unexpectedly for you, his free hand moves forward to pull the fabric out of your mouth. You barely have any mind to question the way he stuffed your panties inside the back pocket of his pants before his fingers curl up inside you.

«“Let's give you what you want, shall we?”» His fingers thrust forward inside you, and your hands fumble to grab the corner of his desk before he is scissoring you open. «“Or should I leave you hanging like he did yesterday?”»

A loud ‘no’ escapes you, followed by a series of ‘please’ and ‘let me cum’. The thought of having to be edged again made your brain turn jelly, and you push your hips back into his hand yet again. Joshua's dick twitches in his pants from your bratty move, and his hand comes down to hold your hips in a bruising grasp.

«“Be nice, or else I might as well just use your mouth instead of this slutty cunt.”» The alternative change in his words and tone did something to your whole body. The way he spoke to you in such a soft tone with praising words, to change it downright degrading and condescending.

Your thighs shook convulsively with everything going on, and your inner walls clenched around his fingers. You moan out loudly when you feel the cold metal of his fingers touch your inner walls, showing you just how deep he was, getting you cumming around him in seconds.

Joshua pulls his fingers out, and instantly groans at the sight of your own cum seeping out of your hole. «“As much as I'd love to just fuck your mouth right now, I'd rather fill this cunt of yours with my cum.”»

Without a second thought, Joshua pushes his cock inside you. A loud gasp erupts from you, and the way his girth stretches you out causes you to lift your legs off the ground. «“Josh!- fuck- Slow down- nngh”» Your words are cut down by his two of his fingers which invade your mouth harshly. His thumb presses down on to your tongue, «“I get to fucking decide what I do, you're gonna take what I give like the pretty girl you are, alright?”»

Your eyeballs are rolling back in pleasure when his hips slap against your ass, his thrusts so fast it makes your vision go blurry in seconds from tears. The heat radiating from your body has the glass under you, foggy.

His hand which pressed down on your tongue moved to grip your hair locks. He yanks your head up, and your eyes are – yet again – met with the lewd image of you and Jeonghan playing on the screen. But the things he was doing to you right there was incomparable to what played on the device. But God forbid, the dirtiness of the whole scene had you dripping down onto his balls and your own legs.

«“Yea, go ahead, watch yourself. Watch how fucking slutty you can be for some dick. Wonder what your lover's going to think about this.”»

Your hazy brain could – neither comprehend his words nor – realise that the video was playing on loop. Low words of ‘harder’ and ‘please’ are released from you between your moans. And Joshua was more than ecstatic to comply. His hips almost leave behind marks from the way they met so harshly with the skin of your ass, you were closer to your edge than you knew.

With a loud scream, your walls pulsated around him as your orgasm came crashing down. Joshua grunts and groans behind you, riding out his own orgasm as he stained your walls with his cum.

You both take minutes before Joshua's hips cease to move, and he pulls his now-soft cock out of your abused hole.

You slowly push your body upwards, your hands moving to brush through your hair to make it look tad-bit presentable.

«“Not going to lie, that was so fucking hot. Didn't know you'd have this side to you.”» You say right after you finish zipping your pants. Joshua's lips curl up, looking so innocent that it makes you doubt if he was the one who had your legs shaking just now. «“I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it.”» You take slow steps towards him, getting closer towards him. «“Looks like the future ideal king for the people has a nasty little side to him.”»

Your eyes slowly trail down to his plump lips, mirroring his own eyes. Your eyes linger on his perfectly sculpted lips for longer than you'd expected, longer than you'd wanted. But your head is swift to turn to the side when he leans down to try and connect your lips together. Causing his lips to be met with your cheek.

Your eyes closed shut when as you stilled in your place, Joshua pressed his lips against your cheek a little more before pulling away. You surely did feel bad for that, but the image of Jeonghan and the feeling his lips left on you, had you chasing that taste more than anything.

Your eyes open ever so slowly and they widen when they find Jeonghan's figure watching through the glass window from afar. You could barely make out his expressions but your heartbeat turns uneven and your eyes blare green. Joshua, who had moved steps away from you, looks at you, meeting your glowing eyes.

«“Y-Y/n your eyes-”» before he could finish his sentence, you're running out of his office.

—

You pace around in your room, there was little to no light illuminating across the roomroom, just how you usually liked it and wanted it to be. Your radiant green eyes flared up every second, you felt like everything was coming crashing down. The inner voices inside your brain screaming at you for everything, you could currently care less about the fact that the whole reason you were in Auradon was to steal the wand. At least not when your first love and your only comfort person is probably going to leave you.

You hear a single knock on the door and your body stills in your tracks, a low pathetic sound escapes you. You take slower steps than ever, knowing exactly who was behind the door. You barely open the door a few inches before the door is slammed open. You flinch from the loud noise, but the man in front of you could care less. (He couldn't)

You choke on your words, and a tear slips out of the corner of your eye. And Jeonghan's face instantly becomes soft, and the hand around your neck swiftly cups your cheek. His other hand pulls you into his embrace as he circles his arm around your waist. «“I-I'm so fucking sorry Hannie, I-I didn't- I-I'm so sorry, don't leave me, please don't”»

This was probably the second time he ever saw you cry this hard in his embrace, and he had known you for his life. Jeonghan's heart clenches from the way tears rolled down your eyes. His hand squeezes your cheeks a little, «“Baby, stop crying, look at me please?”»

If Jeonghan was honest, he wasn't really phased by the fact that you had fucked with Joshua. But what infuriated him was the fact that you'd let him cum inside you. But he would he lying if he said it didn't turn him on when he saw you getting fucked by Joshua, his dick twitched in his pants when he realised what kind of effect he still had on you when he saw your reaction to the clip. So maybe all that anger was just for show so he could fuck you dumb.

By the time your tears had stopped rolling down your eyes, you looked up at him slowly. «“You didn't let him kiss you, did you?”» You eye him in confusion, «“What? No-”» Your lips were met with his soft ones in a split second. Your eyes closed and your body melted in his embrace. You hum into the kiss, a low moan from you being swallowed by him as you place your hands around his neck.

Pulling away, Jeonghan looks down at your lips. The bare few seconds of kissing them harshly got them all red already, making him curse under his breath. «“I'm not angry, angel,”» Never had you expected yourself to get flustered over that unlikely nickname but unexpected things happen, right?

His lips are back on yours before you know it, but with more chastity, his tongue invades your mouth while he groans into your mouth. You moan around his tongue, letting your hips grind on his thigh unconsciously.

Jeonghan pulls away slightly, his lips still brushing over your lips, «“I'm fucking jealous that he got to fuck this cunt of yours before me.”» There was a seductive glint in your eyes when you tightened around his neck «“Then fuck me till I forget he was ever inside me.”» His parted lips curve into a smirk, «“Oh fuck I will.”»

His arms move you towards the bed, his figure manhandling you to lay on the mattress, before his hands instantly come down to spread your legs apart. Jeonghan barely wastes any time before pulling your purple leather pants down your hips and off your legs. The cold air hitting your bare pussy had you wincing. He presses his thumb over your clit, applying slight pressure while rubbing slow circles.

You groan from the stimulation, already having fucked one, your legs soon started shaking due to the pleasure. «“So sensitive aren’t you? He fucked you so hard, you can barely handle this?» Jeonghan’s tone was humiliating, making slick seep out of you.

Your lips part widely in a silent gasp when his index and middle finger push into you in a swift move. Instantly curling up as they thrust into your G-spot, his lips tug at the corner from the way your face scrunches up in pleasure – which wasn't such an unfamiliar sight for him but gosh did he want to savour it so badly.

And your sensitiveness soon had your thighs closing around his hands while your own gripped the sheets with your nails digging into the fabric as you came around his fingers.

As much as Jeonghan yearned to sit back and watch your fucked out face while your pants bounced off the walls and filled his ears – his patience ran thin and he was soon undoing his pants, pulling his boxers off to free his cock.

«“How about this, angel? Let's see how many times I can make you cum till I imprint my dick inside that tight little pussy of yours”» His words had you clenching around nothing while his hands came down to grip your wrists together.

Moans guised as gasps leave your mouth when you feel his length slide in between your folds, teasing you with his slow movements before he slammed his cock into you.

Jeonghan’s grip on your wrists tighten, while he leans down to lock your lips with his. His teeth tug on your bottom lip, almost leaving behind a bruise. Skin-slapping sounds resonate through the room as his hips meet yours harshly for every thrust.

Pulling away, Jeonghan moves down to kiss your jaw slowly while whispering – «“Gonna fuck you till you fucking forget his name, babygirl.”» The nicknames, along with his long fingers sliding over your skin and gripping it so bruisingly all while his dick managing to hit all the right spots in you had you floating in your headspace.

Your mind felt clouded from the pleasure as Jeonghan had you cumming hard around him in minutes. Nevertheless, that didn't stop his hips from slamming into you at a faster pace. His hands come up to move the hair strands that stuck to your forehead due to sweat, out of the way. «“You're mine, angel. And we're gonna win this together.”»

—

The next day when you woke up, you found yourself in a position no different than that you slept the last day – your face nuzzled against Jeonghan’s chest, his arms secured around you.

But soon the both of you make your way to the main hall of Auradon prep due to the loud announcement that told you to. Your heels clicked against the stony path as you made your way next to Seungcheol with Jeonghan following next to you. You look around the surroundings, and your eyes froze on the person in the table right next to you – the same blonde head and the same brown eyes from yesterday.

Your eyes stay on his before you are pulled back into the present by the King’s voice.

“Good morning Auradon Prep, this will come as quite a surprise for you, but three weeks from now, The Royal Cotillion will take place. The preparations will begin from today onwards, and so will the proposals for the Royal dance.” His next words are almost drowned out as you take in the information.

#this was so hot #as a descendant girlie I was well fed #I honestly need another part but I can wait #by far one of my favourite jeonghan and joshua fics #on top of that #being a Shua and Hannie girlie I was FED #I hope you’re doing well tho <3 #readers fav recommendation‼️#18+ mdni #group: svt #member: jeonghan #member: Joshua #fic rec: wicked fate #artist: wooyoungmybelovedhusband

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