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cranberrydietcoke · 2 months ago

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based on this request !

content: father charlie mayhew x female reader, sub!father charlie, bratty!dom!reader, oral (m receiving), head in the confession booth, whiny crybaby ass charlie, mentions of self-flagellation, kinda blasphemous

wc: 1.4k

thank u for the concept lovie !! @motherismotheringggg

“h-here? we can’t right now, i-i’m.-” his words spill out in a broken rush, tripping over his own feet as you press him into the mahogany confession booth with a firm grip on his shoulder, guiding your priest down onto the wooden bench.

“oh my god, literally shut up. you saw my text, you came.” you puff out in a light chuckle, rolling your eyes and smacking the glittery pink gloss smeared across your lips. “duhh charlie, why the fuck else would i be here?” you murmur with a flippant shrug, studying your fresh gel manicure.

blush streaked across his face, humiliation written in vivid red. you were right, and he hated it. in the beginning, he believed he could set you on the right path, undo the damage of your sin. he imagined himself as your savior. but now, he knew better. you were too far gone. and so was he. at night, when his whip flooded crimson from the muscle of his back, he thought about how depraved he was for allowing you this control over him. he broke every vow he’d made – for you. was there ever a choice? you weren’t like the other girls in the congregation- meek, eager to please, devotion laced with quiet desperation. they usually lingered after service, batting their eyelashes and asking questions they already knew the answer to in an attempt to feign his attention. he fucking hated them. your interest in him was hollow, never grounded in his wisdom or true affection, but rather in feeding the feral obsession he just couldn’t escape. with nothing more than a fleeting glance from the pew, you could have him hunched over the side of his bed, frustratedly tugging at his leaky pink cock. tears falling from his eyes to lubricate it further, wishing it was you.

lowering to the floor, you never allowed your eyes to meet his, gripping both of his spread knees in each of your hands. “why’d you come then?” you tilted your head, walking your dainty fingers up the crease of his leg. incense and cologne lingered on the fabric of his clothes.

“i-i just thought you wanted to t-talk, maybe?” the anxiety was evident in his shaky voice, going up octaves higher than usual, brow furrowing.

“bullshit,” you spat, flicking open the button of his dress pants.

“you’re sinful, father, y’know that? lying, giving in to the desires of the flesh…what are we gonna do with you?” you felt his desperate gaze following your every motion, but you couldn’t bring yourself to offer him the courtesy of eye contact. despite the protests that slipped from his lips, your touch unraveled him, shifting his body so you could free his thick inches from the confines of his boxers.

“spit.” you demanded, raising a cupped hand to his trembling lips.

he worked it around his mouth, squelching through his gums as it dripped, landing in your palm. wrapping your hand around his swollen red length, you began pumping it in your fist, the other hand holding the base of his shaft steady.

“f-fuck please, i-i,” charlie whimpered, back arching off the latticed wood. your temple lay on the warm muscle of his thigh watching him buck his hips into your hand. poor boy, you could tell he was celibate.

“please what?” you mocked, slowing down your pace with an emphasis on each stroke. “stay still or you won’t get anything,” he mewled in response, sinking his nails into the wood of the bench. rhythmic, wet slapping echoed through the empty chapel as charlie’s dazed eyes fixed down at you, face screwing with pleasure and disgust.

“p-please, ah! - please just put it in your mouth, i promise i’ll be good, fuck,” he cried, tensing up as pressure built on his gut. he was always so pretty like this - completely helpless and absent minded, chasing a high only you could give him. behind it all, everyone’s favorite holy heartthrob was just a greedy slut, begging for you to make him cum whenever you were generous enough to let him.

“charlie, come on,” dropping your head to look at him through dark lashes. “you think i’m gonna reward you for bad behavior?” you coo, planting hot, wet kisses on the skin of each inner thigh, still jerking at his tip lazily.

the air went still as you heard the chapel door squeak open, the tap tap tap of heels growing closer on the tile floor. charlie’s eyes went wide, buzzing with panic. your hand slapped against his mouth, silencing any whines or pants or complaints.

“father charlie, it’s maria! i’m here for confession?” the woman chirped as she wandered through the vast open space. he sighed breathlessly as your hand left his face, coaxing words out of him as you motion with your hand.

“y-yeah, in here,” he croaked out, the perverted curl of your plush lips sent a knot to twist in his stomach. as she stepped into the opposite side of the booth and closed the door behind her, your hands picked back up, massaging the stickiness into his needy cock. his eyes rolled into the back of his skull, wriggling his toes restlessly as you shushed him.

“forgive me father, for i have sinned. it’s been two weeks since my last confession.” the poor lady began, not a clue what her faithful priest was going through behind the screen. beads of sweat trickled down from his hairline.

“go ahead,” he hissed, watching as you craned your neck to lick a glossy stripe up the underside of his shaft. “may the lord help you confess - with true repentance.” he hiccuped, lifting his hands to brush the loose hair from your face. finally, he was gonna get what he wanted; on your terms, of course.

taking the twitching length into your mouth, the woman yaps on and on about how much she hates her cheating husband, her fuckass kids, her stupid minivan. he could hardly comprehend what she was saying, let alone say his own name, as you stuffed the remaining inches down your throat, humming sloppily against him. looking up from your kneeled position, you watched as his head rolled on his neck like a ragdoll, all blissed out. his whole dick was in your mouth now, working your tongue on its veiny underbelly. you tried your best to stifle your gargles and his simultaneous writhing by digging your nails into his skin, leaving tiny crescent indents.

a tiny ah! rolled off his tongue, so close to silent.

his eyes snapped open, wide with humiliation, locking onto yours with the vulnerability of a lost puppy. holding his gaze, you continue slowly and tortuously bobbing your head.

“father? are-are you okay?”

“yeah, yes, i’m sorry,” he huffed, “pray the rosary for ten minutes each day, u-uhm, for your p-penance.” blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear the haze from his useless little head, chest rapidly rising and falling. “now go on, maria,” his voice was rushed and strained as your cheeks hollowed out, inner softness gripping around him, his seat now a puddle of spit. “recite the act of contrition.”

he could do nothing but squirm under you as you brought both hands to stroke the base of his length, suckling on the engorged head. from the way it pulsed and bobbed in your mouth, you could tell he was close.

“o my god, i am heartily sorry for having offended thee…”

white knuckling the edge of the bench, tingling sensations bled through charlie’s entire lower half, the woman’s desperate prayers concealing the sound of your throat being stuffed.

“i detest all my sins because i dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell,”

his body tensed, coating your throat with sticky warmth before going limp as you continued slurping at him, manipulating every last drop out of his thick, twitching pole. his hands shot up, pressing on your scalp, trying to shove your head away. but this is what he wanted, right?

“i firmly resolve, with the help of thy grace, to confess my sins and amend my life. amen.”

to save him the struggle, you pull your mouth from between his legs, wiping the slick that coated your chin. he should be embarrassed – ashamed even. his body sat slumped, head thrown back in animalistic relief. with a knowing smirk, you raise your fingertips, tracing the sign of the cross in mock reverence. pressing your palms together in prayer, purring and beaming with self-satisfaction.

amen.

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fleurhcss · 11 months ago

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✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝? – Han x FEM Reader!

cw : guitarist and singer, rockstar, semi public sex, concert, bfwb to lovers, little bit crazy, perm han, love your thighs

sw : choke kink, biting, oral (both), piv, unprotected sex, humping, blowjob, hair pulling, pet names, MDNI.

wc : 6.600 words

synopsis : You and Jisung have been friends since primary school. A unique friendship. He had a special personality, quirky, a bit manic in some ways. Whereas you were always shy and kept to yourself. You always supported him, even in his budding career as a rock star. You loved the way he held the stage. Unfortunately, this job deprived him of many of life's pleasures, such as sex. One day he made a suggestion which, despite your initial embarrassment, you did not refuse. You were also sexually frustrated because you had never found a man who met your standards. And Jisung was the perfect man. So you began to be best friends with benefits. One day he will start his performance with a new look that will drive you crazy and this will result in a long and hot sex session.

a/n : this is the third fic that I wrote here and I'm so happy to see that a lot of you really liked this plot so after some waitings here for you the full story !!! 🎀 Hope u enjoy this, let's see in the next one !!! 🤍🤍🥰I opened a ko-fi account, i will post there some stories and drawings, if you want to support me i will be grateful to anyone who wants to give me tips, ITS NOT OBLIGATORY

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[ HARD SMUT ]

You and Jisung have always been best friends. You met him in primary school when you were just two kids. You still remember the afternoons you spent together eating snacks and helping him with his homework. He was truly a child full of surprises and talents, he could do anything and you followed him everywhere because you loved him. Jisung was a part of you, you shared everything with him. You were two completely different personalities: you were kind, calm, shy and quiet, and he was quirky, eccentric, talkative, who loved to be the centre of attention and show off his talents, but you knew that deep down he was a kind-hearted person, despite some of his peculiar behaviour that you could sometimes not understand. Jisung really was a personality in his own right. He was unique, and that was what made this friendship unique. No one was like Han Jisung. Like your best friend. And no one would ever be. Never. You were a part of each other and had made a promise to each other. Over time, even your different passions and paths had failed to separate you. You had a job that reflected your personality, a simple bartender and photographer, while he, with a brilliant personality, had become a big shot in music. A wonderful rock star. A lifestyle that perfectly reflected his: free, flamboyant, unique. Han Jisung was simply the rock itself.

Unfortunately, however, our duties often and willingly take us away from what is pleasurable. And indeed it did. Because of the time you spent between the café and the photo studio, you could rarely go out at night to find a man to take to bed. And the frustration was high; you felt the physical need to get laid like never before. To get rid of all the stress weighing on your shoulders. Jisung's situation was no different. With his life as a musician, between studio work and concerts scattered around the country or even on tour, he never had time to relax and indulge in his manly pleasures. He had always been a bit of a playboy in his high school days, you well remember him taking advantage of every party to get into bed with some girl. It was amazing how the next day he would tell you everything in detail and you would tease him about his performance in bed. He was so sweet and convincing when he told you about his talents in bed.

However, when he started to devote himself to music, everything changed. No more tales of strange performances in bed. On the contrary, he would tell you how frustrating it was not to be able to take anyone to bed because of lack of time and fame. If he was caught, he would surely end up in the middle of a scandal, and he was determined to avoid that. He hated having to apologise for indulging his pleasures. Also because you were aware of your best friend's strange habits in bed.

Yes, because Han Jisung loved to play strange bed games with anyone who came along. You were in eighth grade when he first told you about one of his crazy nights at a party. He had left bite marks all over the girl's body and had fucked her in a position that you weren't sure you fully understood when he described it to you. Even less did you think it was normal to prepare the girl with the neck of a wine bottle. But that was Jisung, as special in bed as he was in real life.

Sometimes you were afraid of what she might do when you were not around. He was a strange personality and you loved that about him.

Every once in a while, before he went off to the studio for rehearsals or the release of a new album, he would drop by to tell you about the latest happenings over a good cup of coffee. He remembered how you take it from your high school days and loved to bring you breakfast every morning and tell you about the previous day. It gave you the feeling that nothing had changed over the years. You and Jisung were still the same kids in primary school, fighting over which stickers to put under the desk to make it your own.

You loved this side of your friendship, you felt more and more connected to him in every way, it was as if the longer you went on, the more nothing changed. It warmed your heart and you were grateful. You followed him to every concert in the country, leaving the café under the leadership of your clique of friends. Occasionally you took the opportunity to travel and see his concerts around the world, and when you couldn't join him, he would call you and you would stay up all night. He would always send you videos of where he was going, full performances just for you. You were his privileged fan and he loved it all.

Whenever he came back from tour, you would find him at your door with two beers and two pizzas, ready to spend the next two days with you, telling you about his colourful life away from home while on tour. And you smiled broadly when he told you of his madness and when he held you close to him after months of not feeling the contact of your body and the scent of your skin, which he loved madly. You remember how many times he told you how much he loved your perfume, whether it was some new scent you had bought or the simple smell of your skin after a hot winter shower.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of having a Han Jisung as your friend, as your best friend. It was like having a holiday home all to yourself, only in this case the holiday was for life and nothing could change that fate. Not even his crazy ideas about you, or those strange illuminations he had at night, telling you to follow him through the streets at four in the morning, or to play in the playground.

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It was so strange to think about how you had ended up in that situation with Jisung. Him naked at your side, caressing your skin with his lips.

One day, you remember exactly when and how it happened, you were eating a good kebab, he was complaining about how frustrating his life was since he could no longer take anyone to bed with him. You were about to choke on your beer when the idea came out of his mouth. "Yes, we could help each other! You give me pleasure and I give you pleasure. It's a fair deal, see? So I can show you my talents, you who have heard so much about them for so long," he said excitedly, clapping his hands. Do you remember how you looked at him in shock, your cheeks almost burning? You almost didn't choke on your salad. You were embarrassed, you didn't think your best friend could think such things, with you too. With you. Did Jisung really want to fuck you? You were a bit afraid that it would ruin your friendship. But on the other hand I felt he was right, you were the only one he could go with and he was the only one you had time to spend with. It was an offer with merit, and in the end quite tempting. You were shy, but at the same time you didn't want to turn down the offer, after all Jisung was your best friend, what could go wrong that it wouldn't work out? after all, no man reflected your standards and Han Jisung was really the perfect man. Muscular body, slim waist and long legs. Strong arms, a beautiful face with a predatory look. Jisung was simply ethereal.

"Jisung, are you sure about what you are asking me?" you asked, still a little incredulous. "Of course, Princess. I trust no one but you, and among other things, your body is wonderful, you have gorgeous thighs, I would love to stick my face in them." He whispered in your ear, making you blush. You hadn't expected him to be like that. This boy was a constant surprise. He bit your neck, then took a sip of beer and blinked at you. He was going to drive you crazy, you were more than sure. No one could make you like him, it was amazing the power he had over you.

You sighed and looked at him, "All right, I'm in, but don't get any strange ideas Han". You continued to eat as a huge grin appeared on his face.

And when you saw him grinning, you knew it was over for you.

That's how you ended up where you were now, in Han Jisung's arms, naked in his bed. Secretly, perhaps not so secretly, you loved the way he drew strange patterns on your skin, the way he kissed you and branded your breasts. You were always at his mercy. You caressed his warm stomach skin as he almost massaged your shoulder with his eyes closed. You felt him move underneath you to reach for the water and take a sip before he kissed your hair and began to slide his hand down to your bottom, cupping it in his hands and letting out a giggle. He was amazing, that boy, he would never change.

He ran a hand up your back, cupping your neck from behind and letting the back of your neck tilt back, biting your lower lip and pulling it towards him as he massaged your buttocks. You loved the little touches he would give you after a long session of sex. Also because he had worn you out enough that night. You knew how crazy he was in bed, he always proved it to you, and this time he had only confirmed the theory. He had chosen to eat you, laying you on your stomach on the mattress and taking your legs, wrapping them around his neck as he teased your hole with two fingers. You loved it when he pulled at your pussy lips with his teeth, it drove you crazy the way he squeezed as if he wanted to pull them away from you. "What are you thinking about?" He distracted you from your thoughts, you giggled as you thought about him and what you had done in bed just before. "About you and your extraordinary sexual performance," you laughed and then planted a soft kiss on his lips. He patted your bottom as he burst out laughing and covered his face, then rubbed it and rested on his elbows. His chest was full of your marks, as were your breasts. He had enjoyed branding you that night.

"I have a concert tomorrow, are you coming? I will be wearing a new look and there will be a new song on the set list, I hope you like it, Princess." He smiled and then slipped under the covers and catapulted himself over your body, laughing and kissing your stomach. "Of course I'll come, Jisung. I could never miss a concert of yours. I'm curious too. What are you going to do? Will you come back with blue hair like in high school?" you scoffed. He knew how much you had loved that high school period; blue hair had been your favourite look.

He smiled and jumped out from under the covers, towering over your body, your naked intimacies colliding and making you moan. It was literally driving you crazy. "No, something sexier, I have a performance in store that will blow your mind and you will be in the VIP station with backstage access. I need my princess to recharge, in fact I'm feeling very tired right now, I need a healthy recharge." He grinned. And that sneer could only mean one thing with Han Jisung. Another round. This guy really never got tired when you went to bed. "You really are a lost cause, Han," you said, stroking his hair as he rested his chin on your belly. "And you adore me so much." He laughed, then reached between your legs and began to bite your thighs. He loved your thighs and told you so every time you fucked.

"You have no idea how much I love the taste of your skin under my lips." He whispered, still licking away traces of his cum that were present along your thighs. Another thing you loved about fucking was the fact that you were both clean, no protection and on the pill. So he would release inside you and you loved the feeling of the heat spreading inside you.

He kissed your intimacy and began to slowly run his tongue over it as he cupped your thighs. He took a bite and began to penetrate you with his tongue. He may have given you heaven on a silver platter. He squeezed your buttocks and continued to move his tongue inside you, nimbly moving his hot muscle which, on contact with your already hot walls, seemed to plunge into the hidden, fiery caves of the pleasure circle. He broke away to get some air and took the opportunity to bite one thigh and continue to leave marks all over it, again not stopping there but continuing up the thigh as well. "You cannot understand the desire I have for you. You are delicious. My favourite dessert." He slid two fingers together with his tongue to spread you as wide as possible, even though you were not tight because of the act he had already performed earlier; it wasn't your first time together but he wanted you to be not only comfortable but as pleasurable as possible. He didn't mind giving you pleasure vicariously, especially as he knew how much you enjoyed his actions. He began to move his fingers inside your opening, almost simulating the same movements as his tongue, only the latter went much deeper. From two fingers he went to three and he was sure that he had uncovered your sensitive spot because you moaned. And that could only make Jisung competitive. He started to hit that spot while he used his tongue to lubricate it, after all, no one forbid you to come several times in one night.

The more he looked at your naked body, the more Jisung blinked with eyes filled with lust. Caught in a burning passion that could only be stopped by satisfying it, the boy held your thighs tightly and pushed himself into you for the umpteenth time, almost exhausting you. So he was surprised when he saw you rise, but without a word he let you go to see how far you would go. And so he eased you down, laying on the back of your bed that had accommodated you until then, before moaning hoarsely as he fully felt your tight walls welcoming his member from head to toe, "Holy shit baby...you are so tight, how is it possible that I just fucked you."

He placed his veiny hands on your tight waist to help you move as uncontrollable moans and gasps escaped from both your lips. You were about to reach the climax, but it was too soon for him to stop this inexplicable pleasure; he would have gone on indefinitely just to hold you and fuck you. He smiled mischievously as he watched you gain confidence and begin to jump on his member faster and faster. You grabbed his neck, pulling his hair back, and he made you tighten your grip, looking at you with piercing eyes. "Don't be afraid to hurt me Mummy - do whatever you want to me. You have no idea how much you drive me crazy." He whispered convincingly as he moved closer to your ear before relaxing under your captivating touch. You loved having that effect on him. To see when you were fucking tired after long sessions without having to see him squeeze you into strange positions. Jisung was enchanting in everything he did, which drove you crazy.... You felt completely at his mercy.

You groaned when you felt him bite your shoulder and turned around to see the teeth marks on your shoulder.

He giggled in amusement and took your chin in one hand and kissed you hard while holding your side with the other, helping you to move faster and faster.

You grinned to yourself, especially when you saw how helpless Jisung was against your touch. "Please make me cum, you're so good, fuck Princess" he moaned into your ear.

Your tongues intertwined as you sought each other out. You sucked on the older man's as you rose and fell on his intimacy. You loved the feel of his hands gripping between your waist and buttocks; it was a sensation that went to your head. "Do you want to come? Who am I not to please you, baby?" You smiled amiably, but with a hint of mockery, not because you wanted to tease him, but because you wanted to provoke him further. You wrapped your hands around the young man's neck and pressed your now joined bodies closer together. You continued to thrust until you tightened around the young man's length and poured yourself onto him. But it was not over there, he had not yet come and you had regained your strength to finish there. You had to give him his endurance for the performance. You continued to move quickly on his member until you were close to his ear. "Why don't you fuck me, hard, use me, cum inside me". You were provoking him. And who was Han Jisung to deny you that? You pulled away and licked the line that connected the beginning of his jaw to his chin. You loved provoking him, it was his favourite part. Especially to see his reaction.

He took you by the neck and pulled you closer to his face, barely laughing at your words. "Oh, but baby doll, we're not done yet." As he spoke, he had brought his free hand to your intimacy to collect some of your moisture, which he immediately brought to his mouth, not taking his eyes off you for a moment, wanting to enjoy your expression as you realised he was tasting you. And that drove you crazy. You loved the look Jisung always reserved for you. He licked his fingers and then looked at you with a mocking grin, determined to take what was coming to him. His member ached from how hard it was and he didn't want to waste any more time, "Do you want me to use you, baby doll, mh? Do you want me to fuck you?" He whispered lasciviously in your ear before grabbing your waist again with both hands, squeezing you and holding you still as he had you lie back against the mattress and began to thrust hard and fast on your sensitive spot again. The uneven rhythm allowed Jisung to enjoy your screams as he picked up the pace after a short pause. It was like music to his ears, so much so that he soon found himself moaning along with you. "Fuck baby you are so tight. How I love this feeling." He whispered into your ear. You were crazy about this Jisung. You worshipped him. "Mh...fuck Jisung faster please, I could come again at any moment..."

The last thrusts were harder than the others, he poured himself completely into you, moaning your name in the climax, followed by you, now exhausted.

"You have no idea what I have in store for you tomorrow baby, it will be the most memorable fuck of your entire life. Even the walls will fucking know your name." He laughed, then bit your thigh.

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It had been a tough day at work, you hadn't heard from your best friend and you were sure he was getting ready for the concert that would be this night. In fact, you had already planned your outfit for the evening: a black sheath dress over the thigh with a braid on the chest, a leather jacket and your beloved black knee-high boots. You had also thought of a make-up that would drive Jisung crazy and bring out the colours of your skin.

As soon as you got home, it didn't take you more than two minutes to catapult yourself into the shower and wash up. You were ready in no time, and when you looked in the mirror for the first time in months, you felt really pretty. Beautiful, in fact.

You were really curious about what Jisung had in store for you that night. He had been teasing you until he left your house the day before. He had said that he was going to change his look and you were sure that he was going to do something to his hair as it was the first thing that usually he would change. But you were also very curious about the song he was going to perform in preview this night, as it had not yet been released on any platform. You were sure he would come up with something sexy, as he usually did when he came up with these sudden things. You giggled to yourself. As you grabbed your last things and left the house, you had a smile on your face, happy and curious to see this new side of Jisung. You didn't even need a note, because by now your best friend's security and staff knew you well, not least because you had been caught making out in his dressing room a couple of times and Jisung had been forced to reveal everything to his manager, who had teased him about being desperate. You remember laughing at the look on Jisung's face at that moment.

When you arrived at the entrance to the park where the concert was to take place that night, you were greeted by the staff who escorted you to your reserved seat in the VIP box. Whenever Jisung gave a concert, you felt important just because you were accompanied by his bodyguards. You usually visited him before each concert, but this time you didn't want to spoil the surprise. You wanted to discover his much-vaunted new look at the same time as the performance. You bit your lower lip when the announcer started talking about Jisung and the concert as an introduction, and tugged at your lip fur when the first VCR started. Jisung was truly breathtaking; you had never seen a boy with such refined beauty. He had such delicate and sweet features, but at the same time he was so masculine. Every time you looked at him, you were amazed that his petite body was so well defined and muscular. He was just spectacular. Maybe he was the only guy you would want to fuck no matter who your best friend was. Jisung was the kind of guy you thought was perfect just the way he was. You wondered what he would be like as a boyfriend. But perhaps your mind began to fantasize too much about a hypothetical and almost unlikely relationship with him.

When Jisung appeared a few minutes later and greeted everyone with a big smile, the staff almost had to bring you a glass of water to get you back. It was his usual winking look, that look that drove you crazy, especially when he stuck out his tongue and raised his eyebrows. But it was not that that had particularly impressed you. It was the long-awaited "new look" he had to show off. Her hair was permed, it wasn't quite curly, but he'd waved it to set off his face. It was simply stunning. He wore a shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black trousers that dangerously bandaged his toned legs, and his beloved ankle black boots. Not to mention the inexhaustible amount of jewellery he always wore. You could even see his gleaming nose and lip piercings from under the stage.

His eyes caught yours and he winked, and for the first time you actually blushed under his amused gaze. He licked his lips and craned his neck, then approached the microphone. "I want to dedicate this song to someone special. It's new, you've never heard it before, and I want to give you a sneak preview. It's called 'Don't Say'," he finished, picking up his electric guitar and starting to sing. Your lips were open, Jisung made you tremble when he sang, he was really born to be on stage. He had the air of a rock star. His movements, his voice. He was magnificent. You started to feel hot when he threw his knees over the edge of the stage to start a guitar solo. How crazy he made you when he played, he really made your head spin. With that tongue stuck between his teeth, that defiant look. And then that hair, that curly hair falling down over his face, it really drove you crazy. You felt that night that you could have let that boy do anything to you.

You imagined what it would be like to pull his hair like that, to have those curls trapped between your fingers, your fingers trapped in those curls. You bit your lower lip so hard that you felt blood coming out from too much force. You imagined Jisung on top of you, fucking you so hard that you went crazy, arching your back and rolling your eyes. He was the only one who could make you feel like that. You knew that. You had had enough experiences in your life and Jisung, your best friend, had been the best. Now you understood and mostly believed what he told you about his performance in bed, because you had experienced it yourself on your skin, on your body. Jisung could do it, and that drove you crazy. You would have wanted him all to yourself, all the time. Not just for simple fucks, although they weren't that at all. He would take care of you afterwards, spend time with you. You weren't just a one-night stand. Or just a one-night stand friend. Jisung was in love with you, and if you had only understood the way he looked at you, you would have realised it much sooner. He adored you so much. But just seeing him on stage with that erotic look on his face as he smoothly ran his fingers over the guitar strings made you realise how attractive he was even when he was doing normal things. You were crazy about him, and you realised it just by watching him play.

When he unbuttoned the first four buttons of his shirt during his speech, leaving only two, you squeezed your thighs because you were soaking wet. You were sure that Jisung would tease you even more if he saw you in that state. That was typical of him. He loved to see you under him, moaning and trembling at his touch. Well, how could you not when he reserved that feline look for you. Normally Jisung had such big eyes that he looked like Bambi, you always called him "Squirrel Boy" because of his cheeks or "Bambi Boy" because of his eyes. But when you were under him and he was fucking you, his look was that of a hungry panther who would not be easily sated by you. You were very sure of that. Also, because when you were in bed, the rounds were always three or two, you remember how he once lasted until dawn. It was one of your best fucks.

You returned the look he had reserved for you for a few moments, and you quickly realised that he wanted to take you backstage with him after the concert. You were a little scared after what happened last time, when you were caught. You thought he was a bit of an exhibitionist. Also because it was to be expected, given his personality.

His manager came to see you in person, rolling her eyes; she knew exactly what was coming, and maybe you did too. Jisung was a lost cause. You bit your lower lip again and made yourself comfortable on the small sofa in his dressing room while the manager asked for the door. "Please be discreet, don't make too much noise." She giggled, sending a trail of blush down your cheeks. You looked around and waited for your best friend to arrive, probably stuck at the meet and greet taking pictures with fans. All the more reason for you to be quiet. Or at least you were the one who had to keep a certain voice tone. Every time you fucked the morning after, you had to drink one of those hot herbal teas with honey. And that had always made Jisung sneer and boosted his ego.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

About half an hour after you arrived in his dressing room, the elder's slender, toned figure peeked through the door, his neck craned to one side with his customary wink. He watched you as he finally unbuttoned his shirt and pulled back his semi-curly hair.

He approached you slowly, as if to support the pace of a panther, as if to seduce you. It was an erotic vision. His unbuttoned shirt revealed his toned tan chest, the two nipple piercings reflected in the room as he licked his lips, playing with the piercing in them. You tightened your legs and lost your breath and he noticed it well. "So I see you enjoyed the show quite a bit, very much so my new look, did you?" He laughed as he spread your legs with one knee and rubbed it against your wet cunt. You were unable to respond, as if the cat had really eaten your tongue. In this case, the cat was him. "I can see that you enjoyed it very much. Look at you, princess, all wet just for me." He whispered on your lips and then began a ravenous kiss. He wanted to devour you and you gladly let him.

"You don't know how much, Jisung," you rested your head on the back of the sofa you were sitting on. "Oh, well, I really do notice it, Princess. But you have to be quiet until we reach my apartment, let me tease you a little now," he grinned and then lowered himself between your legs and began to take long bites of your thighs. He loved your thighs, he had told you so many times since you had become what you were at this moment: best friends with benefits. It seemed almost strange to say, but it was true. Although you thought of Jisung as something more than just friends. Who knows what he thought.

Your hands began to ruffle his hair, tugging at the curls at the base of his neck, noting how remarkably well his hair actually grew and how extremely beautiful it made him look. As he left marks and brands on your inner thigh, his curls wrapped around your fingers, you rolled them around your index finger and bit your lower lip. Jisung droves you crazy. When he stood up, you looked down at him, feeling his gaze go straight into your veins and especially between your legs, as the fabric of your panties was now completely wet. But he took advantage of this detail. Yes, he lowered his trousers and you thought he was going to fuck your mouth, but in fact he pulled out his already erect cock and spread your legs even wider and began to rub the length between your covered and wet folds. Now it was hard to hold back your moans. And to help you, he covered your mouth with his hand. His movements were fluid as he trapped his lip between your walls, simulating a fuck. "You're so wet princess, all for me. So warm. God, if only I could fuck you right now." He moaned as he pushed the tip between your pussy covered by the wet fabric of your panties. "MphfJis...I'm...about...to...come!" You said disjointedly because of his hand.

He took your chin with the hand that was covering your mouth and opened your mouth with two fingers, playing with your tongue as he fucked your walls again. "Me too baby, open your mouth." He said and began to fuck your mouth as his thumb made room under your panties and began to move quickly over your clit. This made you roll your eyes back and moan in a way that made his cock jerk. He was driving you crazy. This was going to be the best fuck of your life and you were sure of it.

After several thrusts he poured into the warm walls of your throat and you into your panties and onto his thumb. You almost bit his cock. "You did great baby." He said, leaving your lips to swallow and clean up the cum that dripped down your chin. You did, licking it off as he licked his thumb and lowered himself between your thighs to lick off your humour and rip off your panties. "We won't be needing these anymore." He laughed and threw them into the trash. You almost screamed, you were still very sensitive down there. "You're crazy Han Jisung, you know they can hear us," you said, biting your lip. "Let them hear baby, you are mine and only I can fuck you like this." He whispered in your ear and then pulled you towards him. "Come on, let's go. We have a long night ahead of us Princess." He said, slapping your thighs and pulling on his jacket without putting his shirt back on.

He dragged you with him and left the room, shouting to his manager that he was going home. You were open-mouthed; you had never seen him so eager to fuck you. When you reached the car, all he did was squeeze your thigh as he stepped on the accelerator. Your legs were close together and the fact that you were not wearing panties allowed your vaginal lips to rub between them and wet the seat of Jisung's car. Perhaps a little too much, as the older man noticed and put his hand between your labia and began to rub them. "Jisung, please, I am too sensitive..." you begged him, but that did not stop him, for it only brought another grin to his face.

"Princess, that is not even the beginning."

Indeed he was right, for as soon as you arrived at the elder's house you were immediately thrown into bed and stripped of all your clothes. And now you found yourself naked beneath the still covered body of your best friend. And as he rubbed his covered knee over your naked intimacy, he began to undress until he too was naked in front of your eyes. He lowered himself onto your breasts and began to bite and suck on them, especially your sensitive nipples. Your legs were tight around his waist so that his erect intimacy rubbed against your already sensitive and wet cunt. In fact, as he bit your skin from your neck to your collarbone and your tits, you felt the tip of his cock pushing and rubbing between your walls. "I can feel you so fucking wet for me." He moaned into your ear as you gasped out unconnected words, including his name. "Jisung please fuck me, I can't stand it anymore."

"As you wish my princess." He sneered and then grabbed you by the throat, squeezing you almost to the point of suffocation, and thrust into you, immediately beginning to move with a force you did not believe he had. You moaned like never before and it drove you mad. The way he slapped and rubbed his cock between your walls. His hands slid gently over your hips, massaging and squeezing. It was wonderful, the feeling of your walls around him, around his member, the warmth that only your body could have given him. You squeezed again until his intimacy touched perhaps your inner and weakest part. His lips roamed over your bare skin, lingering here and there to leave marks, bites, kisses. Now and then he focused on your nipples, tormenting them, biting carefully, pulling with his teeth and then sucking. Again. His hands also came to cupping your buttocks, spreading them, massaging them, so to your hips and thighs. Then he began to give you more precise, powerful, almost violent thrusts . "You are fucking magnificent." He whispered in your ear, then bit your earlobe and went back to kissing that bare skin, long since unbleached. He was hungry, you were his favourite dish, his delicacy. If he could, he would have fed on your perfect body all the time.

At that moment, all you could think about was Jisung and how he made you feel by fucking you. For a moment you could not understand where you were. Your mind was clouded with bliss, heat enveloped your whole body like a thick cloud. You couldn't help but melt into the arms of the boy whose name you couldn't stop saying, thrust after thrust.

You dug your nails into the flesh of his arms that blocked your breath, seeking support as you felt your body slowly melt with pleasure, almost too overwhelming to bear. You clung to his lips; it was hard to pull away. You grinned mischievously and rested your hand on the boy's, enticing him to tighten his grip on your neck. You tried to get closer and closer to his body, this pathetic closeness was not enough for you, you wanted more, you felt the need to become one with him. You rested your forehead on his and began to move your pelvis against his.

He pulled away from your body, tightening his grip around your neck as you continued to moan his name. You were sure the older man's neighbours had heard all the times you had screamed his name. But you wanted more and more, you were greedy for his cock, you couldn't get enough of it and you just wanted to feel his hot cum dripping down your thighs. You were addicted to his cock. It was pleasurable to feel the sensation of his nails gripping your flesh, branding it and making it his. Your walls also tightened around his member from the stimulation and God, God only knows how much pleasure Jisung felt at that moment. You began to thrust more and more with your pelvis, helping him with the thrusts. The older man took both of your legs and decided to bring them to your chest so that he could thrust more accurately. To say that you had both become a moaning mess seemed a fairly obvious thing to say, as that had been the case. He lay down by your side, not getting out of you, now you were lying on your side, your legs against his chest as he fucked you, holding you tight from the waist as he knocked the air out of you. "Fuck you are so warm and tight even though I fucked you yesterday. You always welcome me so well, mhh, baby like this, hold me like this," he whispered in a hoarse, almost lazy moan in contrast to the thrusts he was giving you. By now your brain had been disconnected.

"I fucking want you all to myself forever. You are only mine, no one can ever fuck you like I can." He pushed even deeper. "I'm yours Jisung, you're the only man for me." you moaned as you grabbed his hair with one hand, the hair that had driven you crazy all night long, and pulled it, and with the other grabbed your clit, stimulating it. "And you, my only woman," he growled, then moved your hand away and began to move his fingers quickly to facilitate your orgasm.

"Princess... Mhh I'm about to fucking cum," he moaned into your ear and then gave precise strokes inside you. "Mhh ... Jis ... m...e to...oh ..." you cried out, only to come in warm spurts onto his hand and he cums into you. But he did not come out of you, rather he overpowered you and resumed his thrusts, overstimulating you as he rode out his orgasm. "Fuck your walls always so warm and welcoming to me, let's rock all night baby." He growled.

And so you fucked until dawn, rocking all night long.

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burntb4bydoll · 2 years ago

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I was asked to write more of the princess treatment headcannons, but this time im gonna do them separately and as dating headcannons instead of platonic :)

Tokio hotel giving you the princess treatment (p2)

Bill Kaulitz

•ok I need to start off by saying THIS IS MY FAVORITE PICTURE OF BILL TO EVER EXIST WORDS CAN NOT DESCRIBE HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT

•anyways…

•he totally loves to take shower’s with you, and he will wash your hair for you. He will just stand in front of you and massage your head for so long. ALSO LETS YOU STAND UNDER THE WATER SO THAT YOU DONT GET COLD??? I LOVE THAT IDEA SM

•he lets you pick whatever you want to watch every time you watch a movie or show together.

• orders your food and drinks for you even if you aren’t too shy to do it yourself, he insists that he should do it

•lets you practice makeup/nails/hair on him if you are ever unsure about what you want

•he sits in bed with you every night and just rubs your back or pats your butt lightly till you fall asleep (pls tell me u know what I’m talking about when i say he pats your butt im so bad at describing thing help)

Tom Kaulitz

•he lets you do whatever you want

•like, if you ever want to wear his clothes he gives them to you. If you want whatever snack hes eating, well its yours now!

•he loves to buy you things

•he buys you flowers, jewelry, candy, your favorite drink, LITERALLY ANYTHING THAT YOU LIKE HE WILL BUY

•likes to do your skincare shit with you, he’ll even wear those ridiculous looking face masks

•calls you “his girl” or “his princess”🤭🤭

•he is so devoted to you, no other girl would matter to him

Georg Listing

•he carries all of your shit for you, he’ll be caught walking around with so many shopping bags and your drink in his hand

•he refuses to let you carry them tho, so dont try

•LITERALLY PICKS YOU UP TO CARRY YOU IF THERES A PUDDLE?? SO THAT YOU DONT HAVE TO GET YOUR FEET WET??

•loves to be your personal clothing rack when you go shopping, he sits there while you try on clothes and holds all of the ones you decide to buy

•if you fall asleep on accident, he’ll wipe your makeup off for you and carry you to your bed:((

•HE HAND PICKS FLOWERS FOR YOU WHENEVER HE SEES THEM OUTSIDE OMFG😩

Gustav Schafer

•bruh hes so whipped

•would let you get away with murder tbh

•he’ll go out of his way to make you your favorite meals, he’ll drive hours to find the ingredients if he has to

•plays with your hair and listens intently whenever you’re ranting to him

•he’ll let you dress him in whatever you pick out from his closet

•buys matching clothes with you so that everyone knows he only has eyes for you🥰

•HE WOULD BE SO SWEET IF YOU WERE SAD

•he’ll turn on your favorite movie and buy all of your favorite snacks. He lets you cry into him and he just rubs your sides and kisses your head until you calm down. Then he’ll sit there and cuddle you until you fall asleep

#bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz #kaulitz twins #georg listing #georg listing smut #gustav schäfer

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astrogirlythings · 4 months ago

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I wish I knew this in my early 20s:

I promise.. these advices r gold.

You don't have to achieve everything ASAP.. Take your time.. don't put too much pressure on urself about ur career. Because ur career plans / interests might change by ur mid 20s..

Self help books >>>> fictional shit .. if u hate to read.. there r always audio books on YouTube or torrents 😝.

There is nothing wrong with being or wanting to be in a relationship... All those uncles and aunties r just manipulating us into believing that it's a bad thing / taboo. (*In Indian household*).. and by ur mid 20s.. these mfs ask u.. y u didn't find someone for urself. 🙄😒. So don't listen to them.. ever.

Some men r just pussies. Girls should not be afraid of making the move. Society will look at u like u r shit... But don't be afraid of doing what is right for u. (*In Indian household*)

There is nothing wrong with having male friends.. tbh.. they r so much better than female friends. They don't beat around the bush and they r extremely honest.. do not hide them or treat them like a secret.. it's nothing to be ashamed of. (*In Indian household*)

Don't give another chance to someone who belittled u or insulted u or provoked u... They will do it again.. they r wired to be assholes.

The only way to deal with manipulative people (who make u doubt about yourself) is by... Cutting off their access to u. U r a diamond and not everyone deserves to access u.

God has a weird way of showing love... He teaches detachment before giving u what u want. If detachment happens... Just ask for forgiveness, genuinely mean it and change ur ways.

Clear, respectful and straightforward communication without involving any 3rd party / outsider... Will avoid any / every conflict / misunderstanding. It is the only way to start / maintain a healthy relationship.

When u feel off about some situation or person.. ur body will warn u.. through tummy aches or shivers...etc.,.. listen to ur body. Ur body is intuitive about energies & happenings.

Animals have the power to heal u.. just feed them and love them.

Always use sunscreen.. purchase only the best quality sunscreen.

Don't tell ur plans to anyone. Not everyone is a supporter. There are people who are mentally fucked up enough to devote themselves to ruining ur plans.

Money spent on learning something or experiencing something or eating something is never wasted.

Enemies >>>>>> than friends who r secretly ur haters. As soon as u detect ur secret hater.. cut them from ur life(*aggressively*).

To those without a parent (passed away) or with an absent parent: Don't search for ur mom or ur dad in a romantic relationship. Not only will u be disappointed af... A partner can never replace ur parent. It's common sense - Parent and partner r 2 separate people.

Don't worry about someone that treated u like an option or Plan - B (been there.. it hurts like hell).. TBH.. by letting go of those who didn't / don't value u.. u r clearing the path to find someone who will prioritize u. Be patient and be positive.

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sister-of-hitoshi · 11 months ago

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Bnha main three x turned to child reader

Scenarios with just fluff!

Midoriya Izuku

It was a quaint, idle afternoon, although Midoriya Izuku was as busy as ever.

Being the former no.1 hero's protégé, being the weilder of One for All, being a dutiful student of the most prestigious academy of Japan, being a good son, being a supportive friend, a wonderful partner, a-

Good babysitter?

Yes there was a lot to be, but being a babysitter was really asking too much of him.

Our pure, sweet and innocent boy might be good with kids in general, but he was not made to handle little gremlins with short fuses.

But alas, to be the future no.1 hero of the country, you should be ready to face each and every challenge thrown at you.

Or that's what he kept telling himself.

Because right now, a little gremlin had been pulling at his curls for god knows how long.

And this little gremlin was his adorable s/o...

It all started when he had comeback to his room being left in shambles with a little toddler claiming their throne at it's centre.

"U-ummm"

"W-W-Whoooo a-are youuu??!!"

What is an adorable kid doing in his room? How are they even in his room? Isn't UA supposed to have top-tier security? Why is-

"I'M Y/N!!"

This was enough for his instincts to take over his next movements as he immediately picked you up and full-cowled to Aizawa sensei.

Recovery girl was informed, and following her deductions, he got to know about the duration of three days.

Without further ado, and due to all the qualities mentioned in point number 2, Aizawa immediately put him in charge of his companion.

Which brings us back to the present.

The present where you were running around the common school yard with him chasing after you- because at some point during his conversation with his teachers you had become tired of his curls and had jumped down from his back, ordering requesting him to run and catch you.

The first few minutes he was only trying to humour you to see that adorable grin that you sported.

But this soon wasn't the case anymore since he was now being bested by a literal toddler in terms of running for two hours straight.

This activity was followed by you doing his hair and him doing yours in your room, since his was left in shambles and you wouldn't let him go.

To say you were hyper was an understatement-

And you hadn't even unleashed half of your potential!

At some point, the perplexity of his own precarious situation got to him, leading him to call his mom asking for tips.

Following which he had you strapped on his chest everytime he was busy doing something, he couldn't have you tiring yourself afterall (he didn't have it in him to run after you anymore)

It was pretty alright after your initial tantrums and pulling on his hair, asking to be let down.

You were a somewhat of cuddle bug for him- you slapped everyone's hands away when they tried to touch you, and only permitted him for doing so (he is still very proud of you for doing that).

Want to be entertained? You can swing using his black whips, float around the room with him, the options were endless!- So of course you did everything on the list because why not.

All in all he was a good servant caretaker, you never once cried when he was around and he could keep up with your royal decrees shenanigans.

Of course you would never know that he fantasized about you in his almight onesies

"...Is this the candy that you wanted, Y/N?"

"YEs"

You were pretty pleased with your devoted follower, so being a good ruler, you decided it was best to promise your loyal subject a deserving reward.

"Uh- they said that they've run out of stock for that juice Y/N-san so-"

You interrupted him by giving him a sweet peck on the cheek, as a reward of course-

"Mr. Izukw! I'm gonna marry yu in the fwuture!"

"..umM..."

.......

....

"...- so the kis- I MEAN THE CANDY- NO JUICE-JUICE-"

You child form wasn't enough to keep him from blushing till his ear tips.

He pulled on his bangs to keep you from seeing his red face.

"Umm...m-me too"

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wlntrsldler · 10 months ago

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poisoned mercury | smau: stories! (after hard launch)

a/n: just wanted to post more of luke and five star flirting. hehe.

smau masterlist | series masterlist

yn_yln posted a story!

we’re going to the championships!

tagged clarisselarue.

clarisselarue replied to this story!

clarisselarue: BACK TO BACK 🔜 🏆

yn_yln: YEAAAAA BABY

clarisselarue: home court advantage 😈

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: IM SO PROUD OF YOU FIVE STAR

lukecastell4n: SEE YOU SOON

yn_yln: WDYM SEE YOU SOON

yn_yln: ARE YOU COMING TO THE CHAMPIONSHIPS

lukecastell4n: duh i wouldn’t miss it for the world

yn_yln: BABY WHAT

yn_yln: CALL ME RN

lukecastell4n: 🫡🥰

connorstoll posted a story!

pretty sure this is dangerous. put your seatbelts on!

tagged yn_yln and lukecastell4n.

travisstoll replied to this story!

travisstoll: you’d think they haven’t seen each other in 10 years the way they’re always on each other

connorstoll: FR 😭😭

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: goddamn im whipped

lukecastell4n: is this how i always look when im with five star

connorstoll: yes. it’s sickening

lukecastell4n: oh well 🤷🏻‍♂️

yn_yln replied to this story!

yn_yln: SJSJSJSJKSK

yn_yln: sigh i love him

connorstoll: please get out of my dms with this shit i already get enough seeing u two in person

yn_yln: HATER

connorstoll: AND IM PROUD OF IT!

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yn_yln can sleep anywhere 😭 (as long as lukecastell4n is there)

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lukecastell4n: my five star ⭐️

yn_yln reposted this story!

yn_yln: my favorite place in the world 🩷

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: fuck you got me kicking my feet in the air

lukecastell4n: have i told you that i love you today?

yn_yln: about ten times 😭

lukecastell4n: yikes im lacking

lukecastell4n: i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love yo-

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yn_yln: you’re ridiculous 😭

yn_yln: i love you so much

travisstoll posted a story!

forget luke we want yn_yln as the new front man for poisoned mercury 😭😭😭

yn_yln replied to this story!

yn_yln: haha you’re so funny trav

travisstoll: your rendition of hopelessly devoted to you deserves a grammy

yn_yln: OH GOD I SANG THAT?

yn_yln: I DONT REMEMBER

travisstoll: “sang” is a stretch. i would use “screech”

travisstoll: i figured when luke had to carry you out the karaoke bar 😭

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: LMFSOOD

lukecastell4n: remind me never to buy her green tea shots ever again

travisstoll: we shouldve known it was gonna get bad when she said “i dont even feel anything”

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five star down 😭

tagged yn_yln.

yn_yln replied to this story:

yn_yln: OH MY GOD IM SO EMBARRASSED

yn_yln: YOU HAD TO CARRY ME OUT THE BAR?

lukecastell4n: don’t be embarrassed

lukecastell4n: if u wanted me to carry you home, all u had to do was ask

yn_yln: how do u manage to make me blush over the phone castellan?

lukecastell4n: can i come over and make u blush in person?

yn_yln: ….

yn_yln: door’s unlocked

lukecastell4n: eta 8 minutes

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would you guys believe me if i said three minutes ago they were in a heated argument about the best girl scout cookie

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yn_yln replied to this story!

yn_yln: THIN MINTS FOR LIFE

yn_yln: anyone who says otherwise has no taste

chrisr0driguez: gotta go with my boy on this one

chrisr0driguez: samoas >>>

yn_yln: … i need to have a talk with clar about her choices

chrisr0driguez: Y/N?!???

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: FIVE STAR JUST TOLD ME U SAID SAMOAS WERE BETTER

lukecastell4n: i knew i could count on you

lukecastell4n: my brother 🤝

chrisr0driguez: 🤝

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she loves me i swear.

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yn_yln: unfortunately 😔

lukecastell4n replied to this story!

lukecastell4n: u were made to humble me huh

yn_yln: duh

yn_yln: but i love you

yn_yln: i miss you already

lukecastell4n: stop i will drive this tour bus back to north carolina

yn_yln: would u pls

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travisstoll replied to this story!

travisstoll: if luke doesnt reply its because we locked him in the bathroom bc he tried to convince the driver to turn around to go back to unc and bobby got annoyed

travisstoll: we like bobby we dont want him to quit

travisstoll: and he looked like he might if luke kept begging

yn_yln: HELP I WAS JOKING

travisstoll: now y/n

travisstoll: u should know better

travisstoll: luke does not joke about u

yn_yln: pls let him out the bathroom he’s sending me voice memos from his apple watch

travisstoll: fine

#frances writes #poisoned mercury #luke castellan x you #luke castellan blurb #luke castellan one shot #luke castellan fic #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke castellan smau #percy jackson smau

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aomine-ryo · 1 year ago

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Me again Habibi 💖

How do you think GOM + Kagami, Takao, IMAYOSHI, Himuro would be as yandere headcanon? Red flags? U cannot see them when your eyes are closed 🙈

Love u and ur work, have the best day ✨

I already knew this about myself, but writing this has made me realise that there’s nothing more attractive than red flags 😍

sorry this took me longer than expected to write, but it was super fun!! love you and hope you enjoy!! xx

Headcanons: GOM + Kagami + Takao + Imayoshi + Himuro as yanderes (slight nsfw)

cw: manipulation, obsessiveness, stalker themes

Kuroko

• he’s obsessed with you

• you occupy every single one of his thoughts

• you thought he was cute and harmless? think again.

• slowly but surely, there seems to be fewer undergarments in your drawer

• you just assume that you lost them in the laundry, but kuroko always pockets something whenever he visits

• you’d think that the two of you were taking it slow, but in his head you’re the mother of his children

• you’re his soulmate, his everything— and he believes you think the same of him

Kise

• you think your boyfriend broke up with you because he found someone else? well, you’re wrong

• kise sweet-talked another girl to go after your ex

• and who was there to comfort you when the breakup happened? sweet and caring kise, of course

• he was there for you at your worst, he lifted you up when you were sad— you needed him in your life

• with your newfound trust issues stemming from your ex, you were conditioned to believe that kise was the only person you could trust

• and kise uses that to make sure you never leave

Midorima

• midorima is discreet with his actions

• you’d think that he’s very overlooking, but he takes note of every single thing you do

• it’s okay if you forget to update him about where you’re going that day, the tracker on your phone keeps him informed

• you don’t know it, but he always has eyes on you

• he’s not a fan of your friends, in his mind they’re just another distraction that keeps you from him

• but somehow your meetings with them always get cut short, and slowly you grow more distant with them

• now most of your time is devoted to midorima, just as he intended

Aomine

• aomine wants you to worship him

• he wants to be your only focus, have you devoting all your time and energy into him

• don’t ever dare to even look at another man because aomine will remind you that you’re his through punishments in the bedroom

• you find yourself on your knees for him often, respecting his every command out of fear of what he’d do otherwise

• he had your ‘best interests’ in mind, love-bombing you with flowers, compliments, kisses every other day

• but it was only to manipulate you into believing he’s the love of your life, the only one you need

• he had you wrapped around his finger, your whole life now revolves around him

Murasakibara

• murasakibara doesn’t leave you alone

• you’re led to believe that he just wants to make sure you’re safe, but it’s more intricate than that

• he’s emotionally dependent on you, he needs to be sure that you’re his and only his

• he’s impulsive too, his mood shifts very quickly

• he’ll act all clingy and cute, but one trigger could lead him to do impulsive things

• don’t you think it’s a bit weird that the classmate who playfully touched your arm tripped and fell down the stairs the next day?

• but it was all for your protection (at least that’s what he convinced himself)

Akashi

• he knows where he stands

• everyone who knew him would bow to him, and you’re no different

• he needs to ensure that your world revolves around him

• all your friends and family grew distant once akashi was in your life because he convinced you that he was all you needed

• you learned that it was best to not talk to any other man, because the last time you did that, you were tied up in his room for a whole day with no escape

• there was something about the sight of coming home to you ready to fulfil his needs that had akashi delighted

• and you knew better than to question the sudden disappearance of the man you talked to

• but akashi was good with his words, he had you convinced that everything he did was in your best interest

• he brainwashed you into believing this is what love is

• you didn’t need to make any decisions for yourself anymore— akashi will take care of everything for you

Kagami

• your life has been free from any troubles since you caught kagami’s eye

• you thought that it was just coincidence, but kagami had been doing everything in his power to prevent any harm from happening to you

• the girls who used to bully you mysteriously disappeared without a trace

• you almost tripped but kagami luckily ‘appeared’ just in time to catch you

• the guy in your class who always used to flirt with you despite your rejections was suddenly scared to even look at you

• you were the centre of kagami’s attention every single moment

• once kagami was a part of your life, he’d constantly remind you of how much he loved you, your phone was never silent

• he becomes irrationally angry when you’re too busy for him and he doesn’t think twice about eliminating whatever is keeping you from him

Takao

• you’d never think that takao was the yandere type

• he’s funny, charismatic and easygoing, right?

• that’s what he wants you to believe

• but takao is obsessed with you, he worships the ground you walk on

• he can’t stand being away from you for too long, so he follows you around, sometimes without your knowledge, watching you from afar as you laugh along with your friends who didn’t deserve to be in your presence

• he had sadistic tendencies in the bedroom, especially on days where you didn’t spend much time with him

• you believed that’s just what he was like, and you found the switch from his ‘normal’ personality to this attractive as well

• but he liked having you under his control, this was the true him

• he liked knowing that he could indulge himself in the person he was obsessed with

Imayoshi

• he’s calculating; every single move he makes is well thought out

• he studies you from afar at first, following you around, taking note of your likes, dislikes, strengths and weaknesses

• he then uses this information to make his move, presenting himself as your perfect match

• and your naive little self falls right into the trap, quickly believing he is the one for you

• but having you wasn’t enough, he needed to be the only person in your life

• he knew exactly how much affection to give you, then distancing himself so that he had you begging for more

• he’ll have you questioning your confidence, criticising your insecurities before praising you abundantly, manipulating you into thinking his opinion is the most important

• so when he criticises your friends, you were quick to distance yourself from them, making imayoshi the subject of all your attention

• before you knew it, he had you at his beck and call

Himuro

• on first glance, he was the perfect man— sweet, kind, caring

• but he had a much darker side to him that would do anything to have you

• he wants to own you

• he’ll strategically make sure that you’re dependent on him— emotionally, financially, sexually

• he convinced you that he’s the only one that truly knows and understands you, after all, he’s studied every inch of your body and had you emotionally dumping all your trauma onto him one drunken night

• he was the only one that truly loved you, the only one that could satisfy you

• and of course, the gorgeous necklace he gifted you on your birthday had a tracker in it, so he knew your every move

#kuroko no basket #kurokos basketball #knb #kuroko no basquet #aomine daiki #kise ryouta #kuroko tetsuya #midorima shintaro #kagami taiga #murasakibara atsushi #akashi seijuro #takao kazunari #himuro tatsuya #imayoshi shoichi #kuroko no basket x reader #yandere

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mannequinreligi0n · 15 days ago

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okay forgive me if this is too specific or something u wouldnt wanna write but perchance some smutty vergil x chubby reader would be rlly nice …. can literally be any type of smut you want idec i just crave more explicit love for the fat girls in x readers on here 😞

Vergil x Chubby/Fat!Reader HCS

Vergil is literally president of the big booty bitches club so naturally, I have to respond to this. NSFW warning.

**Notes are posted at the bottom.

- So in a prev post, I mentioned how Vergil would find full-figured women attractive and I’m RIGHT. Vergil would have a very traditional/instinctual attraction toward people since he’s very in tune with his demonic side. It’s allllll about who’s the best partner for sustainability and health and fertility. Think of the Venus of Willendorf! A beautiful carving of a rounder body, praised for her beauty and ability to provide life. It all ties back to our survival instincts and what we desire most in a mate.

- With that in mind, Vergil would absolutely go for someone thicker. Someone to come home to after a long day of fighting and just meld into.

- Not to indulge the ‘Vergil is possessive’ stereotype, but he IS. It’s definitely not something he’ll display around other people, but in the comfort of your own home, he is touchy and needy. It’s borderline annoying. Constantly laid on top of you, calloused fingers squeezing love-handles and plump flesh like a damn stress ball. ‘Mine, mine, mine’ is all that’s bouncing around his demon brain as he grasps and caresses the soft rolls and round curves.

- I’ve already established Vergil as an ass man, and it’ll only be worse if his partner is lugging around a dumptruck of an ass behind them. He’ll roll you over to your stomach to lay his head on your bottom, gripping and biting marks into the flesh until it hurts to sit. As soon as the hickeys start to fade, he’ll make sure to pin you back down and add fresh ones so there’s a permanent brand of who you belong to.

- Vergil has a certificate of excellence in eating pussy, with a medal in face-sitting. He doesn’t care how heavy you are, how much you protest - he’s holding you down above him by your hips and is smothering himself in your flesh. You think you’ll break his neck? You won’t - and even if you did, he’s a devil! It’ll heal, and he’ll pull you right back down to do it all over again, just so he can feel you ride his face. He’s not letting you off until you’re practically shoving him away, only to reveal that charming, shit-eating smile of his covered in the glisten of your release.

- Having a heavier partner would only mean free workout equipment for Vergil. He’d have you sit on his back while he does pushups, bench press you, carry you while he runs around. It’s a welcome challenge that translates to the bedroom. This man dropkicks demons that probably weigh as much as a car - you bet your ass he’s got you pretzels in his arms, supporting your full weight while he drives himself into you. Something about seeing the pillowy flesh recoil and bounce every time he thrusts back in makes his head feel like he just did whippets.

- Circling back, a lot of this ties into body worship. Vergil is an adoring, devoted man. A true poetic lover. If you don’t feel like an otherworldly goddess being worshipped by a lowly devotee, then something’s wrong. He will literally kiss the ground you walk on, cater to your every need, make sure you feel like the most treasured and beautiful person to ever grace his vision. If he had his way, he’d spend every second of the day kissing every inch of your body and murmuring prophetic proclamations of love and devotion.

**Notes: This would be dependent on the duration of the relationship. Vergil is not a trusting man, so to get him to this level would require the relationship to be long-term. I’ve never seen him as someone who has flings or one-night stands, so if he loves someone, he really loves them and wants to always be with them.

#devil may cry #dmc #vergil sparda #writing #fanfic #oneshot #smut #dmc vergil #vergil sparda x reader #devil may cry smut #devil may cry fanfiction #devil may cry headcanons #vergil devil may cry #vergil headcanons #headcanons #asks

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choccy-milky · 9 months ago

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Hi Darling! First of all.. OMG I REALLYYY REALLYYYY LOVE YOUR FIC ♥️♥️♥️! I've been a silent reader for too long and this is the first time I came to the surface to thank you for this amazing fic and art that you've made.

I also have gathered my courage to ask you this. But headcanonically (if that's even a word but wtv 😭) in your fic world. Did Sebastian ever court or interested in someone before Clora? I had a wild thought that he was into someone and had courted them but wouldn't last long because he had to take care of Anne and this lass he courted was tired of his rambling about Anne this and Anne that. Sebastian decided that they should end things because not appreciating Anne means not appreciating him.

And when he dated Clora. He met her again. She desperately wants him back and apologises (She does have another intention though). He declines because he's already ill with her and is now crazy in love with our darling Clora. He chooses not to tell Clora about this. But I wonder what happened if Clora knows tho.

ANYWAY! THANK YOU FOR READING MY LONG ASS WILD THOUGHTS BUT I AM AN ANGST GIRL IN THIS ANGST LIFE. 😭😭😭💙💙💙

AW THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME💖💖IM GLAD TO HEAR IT💖💖 AND OK its funny you bring this up bc i actually planned for sebastian to have a bit of an internal monologue in my most recent chap about the girls he's had a crush on (before clora--omg... B.C), but i ended up cutting it out because it was part of a deleted scene. but no seb has never actually dated/courted anyone before clora, tho he defs did have crushes....but if he WAS with another girl before clora....🤔🤔hmm🤔🤔 i guess it would depend when in their relationship clora found out? if it was at the beginning when clora was still really shy/nervous/self conscious, it would obviously make her even moreso, and she would have compared herself and wondered if she was good enough and if she was doing things right. and i feel like that early in the relationship, if that other girl DID come back and try and get with seb, clora might actually be worried they'd get together again, esp if she ever saw them talking (kinda like the lawley situation, but in reverse BAHA) if it was NOW though and clora just suddenly found out....LMAOO oh boy. she'd obvs be like why did u never tell me, and itd go something like this: seb: "it was brief enough that i didn't see any point in mentioning it--we hadn't even snogged." clora: "well, it just so happens that i was with a boy before you, too. but we hadn't snogged either, so by your logic, i guess you don't care." seb: ".........." seb: "........alright, point proven." (and then seb would be all worried and confirm that she hadnt actually been with anyone before him/that she was just messing with him, and shed be like LMAO YES IT WAS JUST FOR ARGUMANTS SAKE OBVS) anyway clora might be sad for a bit but she'd get over it pretty quick, since she knows seb is so devoted to her/hed make it a point to be a huge simp for her to show her he has no leftover feelings for anyone else LOL (like how he was after the relic incident & during her period) honestly its just hard to make clora jealous in the first place, bc seb is such a mega simp for her LMFAO. and aS HE SHOULD BE!!!👇🧎‍♂️

#its too late in my fic for drama like this LMAO but maybe i can incorporate an ex gf into the modern AU #omg WAIT YES!!! THE MODERN AU RIVAL FOR CLORA CAN BE THE POPULAR CHEERLEADER #MY MODERN AU IS ALREADY TROPEY AS HELL BAHAHA SO WHY NOT!! and it works out since hes on the football team BAHAH omg #clora going as a friend to his game and then that cheerleader girl is all over him on the field and clora cant do anything about it BAHHA #im evil thank you for the inspo #ask

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obislittleone · 1 year ago

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Come What May

Episode 4/?

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader (little one)

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of pregnancy and miscarriage, allusions to smut but no actual smut. canon typical violence, robbery?? idek y'all

A/n: I can't believe I edited this in one sitting but here u go now be fed and I'll probably post another one in two months lol

NINE YEARS LATER…

The sand was relentless, as it always was. Such was the life on Tatooine.

The days, though boring and long, brought a sense of peace and security to you. It was comfortable, and you didn’t have to worry about being chased.

Life with Obi was still blissful, though he’d become a different sort of person than he used to be. He was still yours, and one thing that would never change in his life was his unending love and devotion to you. Over all the bad things, you were still there, and if that was so, his life could never be all bad.

He became grumpy easily, but you often teased him, joking about how old he was truly getting. He’d hate when you pointed it out, because he already felt so much older than he had when the war was going on. Many would argue that it aged him, but truth be told, he was perhaps living the youngest days of his life back then.

You, of course, had continued to mature into the beautiful woman he’d always seen before. You looked different, sure… but all the ways you’d changed, he would think were for the better. He loved how normal you seemed. It was always so much more peaceful, living here. It was mundane and often quiet, but it was peaceful, and far less demanding of your former lifestyle. He had always hoped you could live a simple and sweet life, maybe not on this maker-forsaken planet, but having days that were just the same.

The daily routine was easy, and by now implanted in both of your minds. It was second nature, and hard to mess up even if you tried. The mornings were always slow, as the work hours were different from what you’d once known. After dragging each other from the warm confines of bed, there was a shared silence that would fall over you both as you continued to ready yourselves for each job you had. You had the fat end of the stick, getting to work in the city. You were legally dead across the galaxy, and the empire had no warrant for you in any scanner known to the systems. Especially not in the outer rim.

Obi-Wan had taken up the name Ben, the name he remembers from childhood. He doesn’t know if it was his original name, or if it was the name of his father, but it belonged to him somehow, and he felt it was easy to go by.

An hour was spent riding to anchor-head everyday, in order to clock in for your shift, and for him to catch a speeder to whatever work station they needed him at for the day. Lately he’d been harvesting flying Tibidon sand whales for their meat. He never failed to bring back a sliver of what he cut for your Eopie. It was something he did out of habit by now, but it somehow reminded you of a small thing he used to do for you many years ago.

Back in the age of the Jedi, before the clone wars ever began, Obi-Wan Kenobi had two padawans. One was the chosen one, and though he was often found to be a trouble maker, he was still the favorite among the two. The other was a small girl, not yet grown to her full capabilities. She always had a strong appetite, though, and the meals given to her were never enough to satisfy her growing form. Obi-Wan was quick to notice little things like this, and always saved his portion of Ksharra bread for her to eat after everyone was finished. The smile it brought to her was not soon forgotten…

What a sweet memory, and you almost always thought about it when you were watching him interact with the Eopie. He was gentle to all creatures, even after he became a bit hardened and settled into his new role of life.

After the ride home, there were meals that were shared in a comfortable quiet, and then a discussion of the day. It was definitely a more quaint way to live, but you preferred it to the horrid idea of running for years on end. You always told him how thankful you were to be with him, to have him amidst everything. It was he who you remembered the earliest in your life, being there for you, watching out for everything you faced, and helping you through it. He was still doing that, in a way. Though it were not by the force, he gave advice of work topics, different moody customers that would come in during the day, and even just ideas to help the work day seem faster.

It was only after he left for bed, with you watching the stars rise, that you were able to meditate. To revel in the force and to trust in its ways without anyone stopping you. Not to say that Obi-Wan would stop you, but he perhaps would try and convince you it still was not safe. It was you, however, that kept up your daily strength by meditation, and use of the force without his knowledge.

Though he would never know, your strong uses of the force were the thing that helped him sleep through the night, as he often woke up with nightmares, stirring your slumber as well and making you alert to the bad things his mind conjured. It was mostly Anakin, because how could it not be? He was his Master and his best friend, a true brother and ally. He had to have felt some sort of responsibility for what happened to him, all leading up to his death.

You too felt semblances of guilt, but you dealt with it in other ways. For him, these nightmares were often occurrences, and it was due to you that he got any sleep at all.

He would sometimes sit straight up at a moment’s notice, scaring you awake and realizing what had happened. He would breath fast and loud and not be able to slow it down, not even when you wrapped your arms around him from behind, whispering soothing words like he once did for you in your time of nightly terrors. At first, he was lucky to get back to sleep at all… but the more it happened, he found you being near him helped to calm him back to sleep. He’d cut himself off from the force, he had no use of it anymore. He didn’t know it was because of your old developed ability to take away the bad dreams. You always slept soundly beside him, even before you were together. Whenever he was laid next to you, there was not a dream that could plague your mind for the worse.

There was one night when he woke up, calling his old Master’s name. He sometimes dreamt of the way he died. He felt as though it was also his fault, that he could have prevented the Sith Lord Maul from destroying his only father figure.

It was all you could do, to sit with him, and try and calm his mind… but that night was harder. He had begun counting his failures as if they were stars, making them the only thing in the forefront of his mind, and rejecting anything that wasn’t his detrimental thoughts.

You sat with him until sunrise that day, but once the twin suns were over the dunes of everlasting sand, the day went on as normal. The small moments of grief and self loathing were forgotten.

It happened this way, only sometimes.

Something that brought you both peace on the bad days was going out to the hills and crests outside of the moisture farms specifically that being owned by Owen and Beru Lars. It would never be uttered aloud, for these thoughts brought on more episodes of sadness, but watching a small boy grow up in the sandy plains was always bittersweet. Though Luke wasn't a starpilot, or a jedi knight, or a cunning strategist... he reminded you so much of Anakin. You knew Anakin at this age, and all the years after. Even little gestures Luke sometimes made to his aunt and uncle, would send a pang of guilt through your chest. Anakin should be the one watching his son grow up. You all should be retired somewhere nice, like Naboo, with Padme watching over the twins as Anakin and Obi-Wan once again conversed like the brothers they used to be. Bittersweet, watching Luke learn to tend the farm like his uncle, instead of watching him play with his sister whom he knows nothing about.

Obi-Wan would never admit it either, but it was both healing and detrimental to observe Luke from a distance. He was closer to the boy's father than Owen ever was, and much more deserved the title of uncle... but it was not to be. Obi-Wan was a hunted man, and allowing Luke to be close to him could be dangerous.

Obi-Wan would bow his head sometimes after watching the boy, trying to make sense of how everything in his life could have lead to to this, and what could have possibly gone wrong that the galaxy was this bad. He could not even have a relationship with the son of his dearest friend.

Recently, he had delved into something of an addiction for him, something that was a grounding tool to help him realize he wasn’t going insane in these days of mundane work and internal chaos on this maker-forsaken planet. Others might see it as normal, but he had never been so insatiable before now. He craved one thing, constantly… you.

Whether it be through physical intimacy, or even small touches of your skin, he couldn’t get enough, and it was causing him to form strong habits that would not soon falter. You were of course all too happy to indulge him, as for a long time after you first came to these mountains, there was a block between you. The emotional force bond being broken disrupted many things, and that was one of them. You hoped sincerely that this was not just a rut he found himself in, and that it would only last so long. You’d missed the late nights, shared kisses and times of devotion to one another. He was such a gentle and skilled lover, anyone would have killed to know this side of him, but it was you he chose, again and again.

Though one half of the dyad was not felt in the force, he was still the love of your life, and you’d come to know him in a different way these past years. He was not necessarily a new person, but knowing him without the force, and without your constant ability of silent communication, he did become unfamiliar at times.

Still, he was Obi.

Always, he was Obi… even when everyone else used the name Ben, you would never give up the way you’d called upon him since you were but three years old. In public, he was just Ben Kenobi, who worked out in the dunes of Tatooine for a days wage… but in your eyes he was still the great protector of the republic, the General of the 212th legion, and a Master of the Jedi council. Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You were late again.

Not to work.

You didn’t tell Obi of your suspicions, feeling as though there could be a mixed reaction from whatever came of your condition, if you were indeed under the diagnosis you felt you were.

It had been ten years, and you were sure you’d retained internal damage that might prevent this outcome, but of course, the galaxy has seen far more impossible things come to fruition. Anakin’s mother conceived him without a man at all, so with the rate that your husband and yourself were going, it was almost bound to happen.

You left work earlier than usual, and gave an easy excuse to your employer as to why, and he of course was more than happy to oblige. You were a loyal and decent worker, so he never had any reason not to. There was a small clinic in Anchorhead, not as far advanced or technical as the one you were able to go to in Mos Eisley, but good enough that you would find out what you need to know, or what you were certain you already knew.

Being still deeply connected with the force, you were able to tell something was there, just like the first time, although now there was a slight difference that made you question it at first. Obi still had no idea, and how could he? You hadn’t let on to it at all and there wasn’t an ounce of strangeness to your behavior. Throw in the fact that he can no longer sense those kind of things, and you have a completely oblivious husband.

The medical droid who tended to you was outdated, but even with old mechanisms and past due needed upgrades, it deducted your symptoms to a diagnosis rather quickly.

You were eleven weeks pregnant, no doubt about it after some quick testing.

Though you were nervous of what this could mean for you, it was far more of a joy. You never thought this would be possible again, given the circumstances of the last time leaving you with injuries that should have made you completely unable to reproduce.

You were so excited as you went back into work, reeling from the information, and trying to think of ways to tell the father of this child that he was in-fact getting another chance at his dream. It wasn’t how you both had planned. You’d wanted to settle down amongst your friends, on a beautiful planet like Naboo. You had hoped for the freedom of the galaxy to give you the opportunities of a peaceful existence. Instead, you were stuck here, on Tatooine. The ugliest planet in the outer rim and much worse than you remember it from your first visit all those years ago. It was all for a reason, of course. Obi-Wan was a wanted man, in nearly every system there was a bounty on his head, with more than enough hunters out searching for him to bring his body dead or alive to the empire. You, of course, being legally dead and all, could go anywhere you wanted… but without him you saw little point in traveling away.

This child would mend the broken dreams you both had for the future, you were sure of it.

You went back about your work with a gleeful smile adorning your face, being extra friendly to patrons and even giving them a little extra for their buck. You couldn’t help the joy, it was too strong to keep bottled up for later. You were sure, though, it would still remain long into the day, and all the others after.

You’d been cleaning out a glass behind the counter when it happened. A group of robbers from out in Mos Eisley came rushing in, holding everyone at blaster point and shouting for them to get down. You grabbed a knife from the nearby drawer, trying to strategize through the force how to deescalate the situation without hurting anyone. Your skills were just the slightest bit rusty, even though you practiced whenever you got the chance. A knife wasn’t exactly your weapon of choice.

The leader of the group stepped forward to the owner of the bar, and told him to empty the credit holds into his sack, but the owner hesitated, turning your way as if asking what he should do. You started taking quick steps towards him, pushing him out of the line of the blaster before it could go off. You waited for them to start shooting, but instead heard the ignition of a lightsaber. Or at least, it sounded a hell of a lot like one.

You jumped to your feet, watching over the counter as the scene played out. There was a man, around your age, wielding a lightsaber to defeat the robbers. They all went down pretty quickly, except one whom the man didn’t see behind him. You called for him to watch out, but he didn’t have enough time to react, so you raised your hand, focusing all your force energy on throwing the last enemy to the wall before he hit the ground.

He turned to you, eyes wide and saber still ignited.

“Did you just-?” He narrowed his eyes in your direction, and something seemed to click in his head.

Nobody else had seen you do that, but him seeing it was enough.

The bar rang with cheers and clapping in applause for the Jedi, who had saved the people in the establishment from being harmed by the robbery. They all commended him, and you had half a mind to forget it ever happened, just go back to work, but the man was keen on speaking with you. Even after the owner, and your boss, had spent a rather long time thanking him and offering him solace in the place, he wouldn’t be done until he’d had a word.

You were mixing up celebratory drinks for a few patrons when he finally was able to corner you, standing over the bar and keeping his voice down.

“I know who you are,” he said softly, as if trying not to spook you away. Most Jedi were like rare animals nowadays. Almost extinct, and completely vulnerable to sudden attack.

You set the glasses onto a tray and made eye contact with him for a single second, sending a glare his way before you went out to the tables and served the drinks around. He stayed and waited at the bar, and when you came back he sighed out.

“I know this must be hard, but I haven’t seen another Jedi in so long,” he rambled, all under the guise of a whisper, of course. You wouldn’t lie, as much as you feared the empire for everything it has taken from you, it was almost a breath of fresh air to see there were others, who hadn’t been stomped out by their evil yet.

“I was never a Jedi,” you said, but ultimately, you knew, no matter what you said, he knew who you were. As strange as it sounds, being the padawan of a famous Jedi came with some sort of notoriety. “You’ve got the wrong person.”

“I know that it’s you, because you’re supposed to be dead,” he had seen your name on the list of the deceased Jedi, along with his own name on the list of hunted ones.

“I am dead.”

He isn’t sure what he was expecting you to say, maybe that you’d been like him, hiding for the last ten years and hoping that there would come a time when Jedi could arise again. But that wasn’t realistic. As long as the empire held rule over the galaxy, there could never be peace and freedom. Not for your kind, anyway.

“And I’m not coming back,” you added ominously, cleaning out the glasses that had just been set on the counter for you to deal with.

He stayed silent a few moments, but didn’t leave. Even if you didn’t speak to him, you understood why he lingered. The only Jedi you have in your life anymore is Obi-Wan, but he’s cut himself off from the force. There is no familiarity of what was. This man is probably on his own, and has been all this time. He craves the sense of normalcy your presence is probably bringing right now. Perhaps you crave it too, and maybe it’s the reason you don’t shoo him away.

“He’s here too, isn’t he?” He asked after a while.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” you weren’t doing yourself any favors in gaslighting this poor man, but you’d built yourself a wall of protection, and it wasn’t going to come down so easily.

“You were inseparable,” he recalls, and he knows you understand him, and that you’re just being standoff-ish. “I always wished to have that relationship with my Master.”

“Believe me, the relationship was far different from what everyone assumed it to be,” You let out sarcastically, finally being able to let your guard down a bit, but only enough that you could interact with him in a way that wasn’t stingy. You’d keep all current details hidden. He wanted to rehash the past? Fine, you could give him that.

“What it ended up as isn’t any of my business, but from what I could tell, the laws of attachment didn’t exactly apply.”

You huffed out a breath, followed by a drawn out ‘Nope.’

You thoughts shifted a bit, to just how poorly you followed the rules. You’re carrying the man’s child for force’s sake. You were never much one for the laws of attachment.

The man before you had a dumbfounded face on, and you mentally slapped yourself. You hadn’t been guarding your thoughts. You haven’t had to in so long and before you realized you needed you, it all just slipped into the open air.

“I’m sorry,” he uttered, bowing his head as if he’d been the one to provoke you. In actuality, you’d pretty much offered it all up freely for him to take, and you didn’t even know what to do about it.

“Don’t be, it’s my fault… it’s just-“

“Been a long time?” He guessed, and you nodded in agreement. “I understand.”

And now a complete stranger knew some very personal things. Perhaps he wasn’t stranger, though. He knew you, and Obi-Wan, and remembered the order from its glory days. You both had a sense of shared trauma that somehow bonded you without ever speaking a word to each other before.

“How did you recognize me?” You asked him after another bout of silence. You were drying off the dishes, and figured that as long as he was here, you would make the most of it. This clearly wasn’t an everyday occurrence. “I’m almost certain I’ve never met you up close before.”

He smiled, nodding to your hair, swept back into a style you’d become fond of lately. “Never met you, but I’d seen you around. You were rather well known among the order.”

“Guess those are the perks of being his padawan, huh?” You’d echoed your thoughts from earlier, and he chuckled.

“He was the person that everyone wanted to be. Not just a great Jedi, but a good man.”

Of course. You knew that better than anyone. He cared so deeply about everything he set his hand to. He was kind and gentle, though sometimes sarcastic and witty, but that too made him more likable in your eyes.

“He’s not changed in that aspect,” you let him know, and he took it as motive to tease you.

“I knew he’d be here,” he returned, and you looked up and laughed a bit. He’d caught you there. “He’d never left your side.”

You didn’t respond, just let that statement sink in. You guessed that many more Jedi in the order had perceived your relationship for what it really was, but never said anything. Maybe they were rooting for you, or maybe you gave them hope. It was all up for interpretation, but the one thing you could never deny was the realness in it. He’s never left your side, and he never will. Of that, you can be absolutely sure and certain.

When it was time to close up the bar that night, you’d left before the owner, making sure he was alright after the fiasco of the day. You passed your new and unlikely friend the Jedi on the way out as well, giving a simple nod that spoke more than just words. You knew he needed to talk with you, and as much as you will neglect to admit it, you needed to talk to him, too.

You found yourself at the stables before sundown, meeting with Obi by your shared Eopie, ready to go home.

You figured that the bundle of joy news could wait until things were a bit more settled. You didn’t know how the scene of today would go in the long run, or if imperials had been alerted, but you wanted to know about all of that before trying to make future plans for the child you were carrying.

He saw you enter the sectional, and smiled to you with that adoring look in his eye, the one that never faded.

“You won’t believe what happened today.”

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