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angel-of-the-moons · 6 months ago

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A Most Familiar Color

Charon x Fem!Lone Wanderer

TW/CW: NSFW, Periods/Menstrual Cycle, Period talk, blood, period sex, cramps, blood, violence, mentions of slavery and brainwashing

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A/N: This is entirely self-indulgent. I am suffering from unusually horrible cramps and boom! This came to me. You guys can't tell me Charon will shy away from this sort of thing. Enjoy this... Word vomit lmao.

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You really missed your dad right about now.

With each stabbing pain, you remembered your time in Vault 101. You remember when Amata sat you down as preteens and helped you through your panic when you first found traces of blood in your underwear.

Amata herself had hit puberty a little young, and seeing as how you were best friends (and neither of you had your mothers) you confided in one another with everything either of you could fathom; best friends til the end. So, when the pains started and you bled more, Amata told you that you should probably go get your dad, seeing as how he was the resident doctor, and all.

The very thought had mortified you, embarrassed beyond all get-out at the thought of talking to your dad about something like this.

Amata had shrugged, "I had to talk to him about mine. He even gave me tips on how to lessen the cramping. Trust me, your dad is not going to think you're weird or gross."

You rolled in your sleeping bag, the faint memory of more pleasant times overshadowed by the pain you were feeling stabbing low in your abdomen.

You focused on the rest of your memory. As it played out behind closed eyelids.

"This is perfectly natural, sweetie." James had told you as you laid in the sterile-smelling clinic. His eyes, the same color as yours, smiled gently and with infinite patience as he explained what was exactly happening to you.

"It means you're going to be a woman now. And, when you're ready, you could have a baby, if you wanted to."

Your nose had crinkled, the worst of your cramps having died down thanks to the pain pills he'd given you. "I don't want to have a baby."

"I should hope not!" James had laughed. "Not yet, anyway. I'm not old enough to be a granddad yet."

You rolled your eyes and turned onto your side, pulling the blanket up to your chin as you peered at him while he continued to explain what would happen, what to expect, and how to take care of it.

He'd given you these weird things... pads, "sanitary napkins"... and these other cotton contraptions you didn't very much like--tampons. They looked uncomfortable, and when he explained how to use them, you did not like it. Apparently the Vault, when built, took into consideration the female residents and had mandatory cotton growing and harvesting alongside their usual crops for this very reason.

Since this was all new to you, your father suggested the pads and napkins first, and did a short demonstration on a piece of spare cloth how to apply it and wear it comfortably.

All this however, was drowned out when a horrible cramp bled past the barrier the painkillers had built up for you. James had frowned mid-way through his explanation and demonstration, his heart squeezing at seeing you--his only and beloved child--in so much pain. He reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder, "I'll get you some muscle-relaxers, sweetie. I'll have Jonah tell Mr Birch that your schoolwork will have to be done back in our suite until your cycle ends."

"Can you not say that part?" You moan, feeling shame bubble up in your chest. You weren't sure why, but you felt horrified that so many people might be aware of what was going on with you. "Just say I'm sick."

"Okay, if it makes you more comfortable." James said softly. "But I want you to know, that I've seen several of your other classmates about this very situation, honey. It's not gross, it's not strange; and it most certainly is nothing to feel ashamed of."

Your silence stretched in the room, the sound of the air system and rattling of air vents the only thing that filled the void of speech.

"You know... your mother had rather painful periods, herself." James finally spoke up.

Your eyes widened and you lifted your gaze, intrigued. Oftentimes, the only thing that he would mention about your mother was her favorite Bible verse, and her love for you, spoken in her last few moments of life.

"Yes, yes, she did." He continued, seeing your awe and curiosity. "Sometimes they would get so bad, the pains, that she would snap at anyone. She was also prone to mood swings." James chuckled fondly at a distant memory, one he did not voice aloud.

"So, I just want you to know, that I definitely understand how much this can hurt you, sweetheart. Especially when I would have to help massage her belly to ease the cramping."

"...I wish Mom was here." You mutter softly, barely audible. But James picked up on it, smiling bitterly and fixing you with a gaze of love.

"I do, too, sweetheart... God, I do, too."

Yeah, you definitely missed your dad right about now... You missed his gentle words, you missed when his hands would help ease the hot water bottle into your grasp; you missed his ever-patient and comforting presence.

"You're tossing and turning a lot." A gruff and grating voice rumbled from nearby, stoking the fire he had lit hours ago in the tiny, decrepit house the two of you had taken shelter in.

Charon. The ghoul who said few words, the man who had been a slave to the cruel man in Underworld: Ahzrukhal. Charon had been brainwashed ages ago, forced into servitude and to obey the orders of whomever held his contract.

Which, after a difficult bartering session... was now you. Mere moments after buying said contract, Charon had gunned down his malicious former-"employer" with two taps of his hefty shotgun. The second shot completely unnecessary, as the first pull of the trigger completely obliterated the man's head; brain matter and blood and bits of skull painting the dingy walls a deep red.

During your travels, you had even gone so far as to hand Charon his contract to him, telling him he was free, now. He could go where he wanted, when he wanted. You'd even tried to give him a few caps and tried ordering him to buy his own contract from you. But, he explained that, infuriatingly, it "didn't work like that".

And in the stressful months you'd traveled together, things changed. The dynamic between you two. Eventually... that changed, too. Became something personal--intimate.

Before, you would merely knock back some painkillers here and there to offset the pain, exercise to mask the cramps, and hastily wash any blood from your clothes to conceal what exactly was happening to you every four weeks; that shame your father insisted wasn't necessary, ever present in the back of your mind.

"Sorry." You mumble.

"It does not bother me." Charon mumbled, his hazy eyes slowly gliding from the glow of the fire and towards you as you rolled to your other side so your back was too him. You just couldn't take his intense gaze. Not right now.

"Were you hurt in the fight earlier?"

And yeah, the two of you got into a rather violent melee when you were ambushed by a few raiders hyped up on psycho. You'd taken a bat to your gut, which, you swore, is what made your cramps worse, today; aside from the bruise that was likely there, now.

The wind rattled the boarded up windows, whistling angrily through cracks unseen as the first heavy winter storm swept over the Capital Wasteland.

"Yeah. I'm just--just sore." You mumble, tucking deeper into your bedroll.

That's when Charon said the words you had really hoped he would utter: "Let me see. We still have the ointment from the coots back in Oasis. It'll help with the bruise."

"No--Charon, I'm fine." You blabber out nervously, fingers gripping the thin fabric wrapping around you as you wished you could sink deeper into the ruined cushions of the rather questionable old couch you laid on.

You should have known better. Aside from your budding and confusing relationship, Charon still had his driven mentality to ensure the safety of his employer. You. Even if you didn't like it at the moment.

"No. Let me see." Charon insisted.

The shuffled of dirt and trash on the old wooden floors, coupled with the soft squeak of his old leather jacket and patchwork armor soon followed.

"Charon, I'm--" Your voice is cut short when his large hands are placed on your diminutive body. Or, well. You were average. Charon was... large. He was nearly as tall as someone in a suit of power armor.

You couldn't fight him as he gently manhandled you, unzipping your warm trappings to free you from your cocoon of privacy. His hands stayed at your sides, resting softly on your hips as he looked at you expectantly, his poker face, as usual, was absolutely impossible to decipher.

But you knew. He was waiting for your consent, or for you to start.

You sighed and began unzipping your vault suit. A bit flashy in the wasteland, for sure... but in the winter it served very well to keep you warm. You felt a flush rise in your cheeks as the chilly air in the house covered your bare skin as you shimmied the top half of your suit off, revealing the threadbare tank top you wore beneath.

Charon gently guided you back down, so you were laying flat on your back as his calloused and scarred fingers gently hiked your shirt up to your ribs, to peer at the injury he suspected you had.

You had turned your head, chewing the inside of your cheek as his absurdly hot hands smoothed over your belly. Yeah, you definitely had a bruise.

"It doesn't look that bad. The ointment from Oasis might help with the soreness." He grunted, turning to rifle through his duffel bag. After a few moments, he pulled back a brown jar from the depths of his things. He unscrewed the tin lid and the acrid smell greets your nose; the pungent ointment smelled awful. But you couldn't deny that it worked great in terms of pain relief.

He scooped out a glob of the murky-white slop and gently began to smooth it down, rubbing and pressing in soothing circles to cover the blossoming purple that covered your midsection.

And, honestly... it helped. Not the bruise, but your cramps. The weight and pressure from his heavy hand massaging your abdomen eased the throb your reproductive organs wrought within you. You sighed in relief at the touch, welcoming his easing of the tightness in your belly.

But, almost as soon as the relief began to seep into your weary body, Charon slipped his hand away. Your smaller hand gripped his thick wrist, "Wait."

He tilted his head, a ruined brow quirking up ever so slightly as scraps of rusty red hair flopped over his scarred and pitted scalp.

"I... can you... keep doing that? It helps. A lot." You say vaguely, looking away from him and biting your lip.

Charon eyes you for a few more seconds, before his hand began to press and soothe once more. As you relaxed into the cushions, Charon's cloudy gaze studied you intently, the gears within his mind grinding and turning.

"You're bleeding, aren't you?" He finally said, bringing your bliss to a screeching halt.

You move to sit up, cringing, "No, no that's not it. I'm just sore, and..."

His hand slid a bit lower, pressing down over the spot that hurt the most, right between your bones poking delicately through your skin. He grunted softly, "You should have said something. Especially if it's hurting you this badly."

"I--It's nothing, Charon." You say, trying to shove his hand away; but his strength did not waver. He continued to press his fingertips down into your smooth skin, rubbing short, tight circles as if he could feel every contraction and throb through your skin.

You groan deeply in relief, unable to contain it as the pain begins to slowly bleed away. "We're out of painkillers."

Charon grumbled in acknowledgment, nodding as his eyes focus on the task his hand was undertaking, the give and slight stretch of your skin as he pulled and pushed; fighting the waves of pain that swept up your body, engaging in a sort of combat with your cramps.

"We will stay here for a few days." Charon continues as his hand smooths flat briefly, before massaging the last echoes of your aches away. "The storm will likely hang over us, and it isn't smart to go out in a blizzard, if this turns into one. We have plenty of provisions to last us until the storm passes."

You nod, your eyes slipping closed as, even though the cramps had lessened to almost nothing, Charon continued to massage your abdomen with his massive hand; the pain blooming into something... else. A fire, not unlike the one that burned in the rusted fireplace, glowed hot and low inside of you, making your body go slick with something other than the blood you knew soaked into the cotton strip in your underwear.

The heat thrummed in your chest and you swallowed, your hand squeezing his wrist once. "I... Y-You can stop, now."

Charon immediately halted, something his palm once again as he looked at you.

This sudden shyness was completely unlike you. You were loud, boisterous, giddy and able to talk down even the most hard-headed individuals; not this... shy little radrabbit.

You groaned again in frustration, gripping his wrist tight as you rode out a fresh cramp.

"There is something," Charon said slowly. "That might help."

"What is it?" You sigh, looking at him with pinched brows.

The moment your eyes fell on him, you swallowed a new lump in your throat as Charon leaned in over you, dwarfing and caging you beneath his massive body on the couch.

"There are ways to help the pains. Basic ones." He said softly, resting his forehead against yours.

You shivered, the heat rolling off of his body triggering a nervous sweat on you. Or maybe it was your body as your temp Rose ad fell--just as your father warned you would happen from time to time. Either way, the smell of him, the lingering ghosts of his touching, and now his innate closeness to you had that heat pool once more lowly in your belly.

"I... Charon, I don't think--" You began to awkwardly bumble out.

It wasn't that you were afraid of the prospect, not at all. You had had sex with each other once or twice already. But sharing your body in such an intimate matter, especially with the... mess going on with your lower half right now... let alone with someone who was, up until recently, your "employee" as he put it, had your stomach flipping with angry butterflies.

His hand that was used to massage your belly braced him up so he could stare down at you. That ever-steely gaze fixed against yours, your lip quivering a little in some sort of shame you cursed yourself for feeling.

"I can help you. It's my job." He says, his voice softer than usual; the deep grating almost missing from him altogether. This was... gentler, as if he was talking to a scared animal.

"Charon, you don't have to... this is..." You struggle out, a deep sigh heaving from you as you tried to come up with an excuse, your fingers toying blindly with his leather belts looped around his torso in an effort to calm down. "It's... gross. Messy."

Shockingly, the ever-rare smile slowly curves his lips, twisting his marred features in a humorous glow as he looked down at you further, a dry chuckle tumbling from him as though you just said the funniest joke on the planet to him.

"Doll..." He whispered to you, leaning in to press his lips on your jaw, just beneath your ear. God, that pet name sent shivers down your spine...

"I have been marred with death and grime for dozens of years. A long fucking time. I'm not afraid of a little blood."

"I..." You hitch, feeling his free hand slide down your front, his thumb sweeping over your pebbled nipple, feeling it through the thin fabric of your tank top. The ache you felt there, too, eased somewhat as he gently rolled and groped at the fat, wrenching something between a grunt and a moan from you.

"Let me help you. And it will help." He growled deeply, sucking a bruise into your throat in such a way that had your back arching and your walls fluttering at his promise.

"...Okay." You finally consent.

The moment you gave your permission, Charon reached down to grab at the edges of your suit, tugging it down your thighs enough to give him space to work while his hand worked its way past the worn elastic of your underwear.

The moment his fingers touched your aching clit, you made a shuddered sound, your hands gripping his leather jacket tight, gritting your teeth as his mouth worked at your throat; the callouses and pitted texture of his hand providing the perfect friction to your throbbing little nub.

Charon groaned against your soft skin, his crooked teeth scraping at your pulse as he spread your lips, his fingers moving to trace your leaking hole.

"You're forgetting that I've had many employers. Women included. I've done this before for them; an orgasm will help." He murmurs, sliding a thick finger inside of you, his thumb circling your clit mercilessly as you walls squeezed down around him.

His tongue traced a bead of sweat that rolled over the knot in your throat, "...you're the only one I'll enjoy doing it for."

The throb in your cunt matched the one in your chest; feeling humbled and happy that he trusted you so entirely--accepted you so fully that anything he did, that could bring you joy or relief, was his own; as though you two were the same person in separate and anything that helped soothe you did the same for him.

"Charon." You moaned weakly, your hips rolling in time with his fingers as he pushed another one inside of you, pressing and curling in the delicious pattern he already knew made you weak in the knees. He was a fast learner, figuring out all your bells and whistles after that first fleeting and awkward sexual encounter the two of you had back in your house in Megaton.

You panted and wheezed, his hand moving wonderfully slow in the best way, massaging your contracting walls as you pressed your legs wider for him; brushing against the rather intimidating bulge in his jeans that he neglected in favor of you.

Almost as soon as his fingers pressed on that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars... A throb of pain overwrote it and you whimpered, your thighs squeezing tight around his wrist as your belly flexed once more.

Charon pulled his mouth free of your neck, looking down at you, his brows furrowed hard as he studied your pained expression. "Another one? How bad?"

"Hurts..." Was all you could sniffle out. "I'm sorry."

"Don't." He growled, leaning down to kiss you deeply, his tongue gently brushing your lips before pulling away again, pushing up on the couch until he stood on his knees and looked down at you.

"Don't ever. Say sorry. To me."

You looked up at him, feeling guilty as you dared spare a glance down at his hand as it withdrew from your heat, smeared with your blood. Your cheeks burned and you tried to hide your face behind your arm.

Charon wiped his hand on his pants and sighed down at you. It didn't surprise him, not really, that you felt shame regarding your monthly cycle. A lot of women had grown up being shamed; especially if any blood was visible on their clothes. Shit, even before the War, women and young girls faced a stigma if they spoke openly about their menstrual cycles.

He despised the fact that somehow, that shit survived into the apocalypse. He hated the fact you apologized for feeling that pain your body was inflicting upon you naturally; that you felt bad for being "messy".

But what irked him most in the moment, was the fact that his touches weren't enough for you right now. Charon grunted, pressing the heel of his palm into the bulge in his pants, hissing out a sigh between his teeth.

He leaned down, gently pushing your hand to the side so he could look into your watery eyes. Mood swings were common, too. That he knew obviously. His chapped and rough lips grazed yours softly in a gentle and well-rehearsed dance.

"Relax for me. Getting upset won't help you right now, doll." He whispered sweetly to you, his eyes softening as your gazes locked.

"I--I don't know why, I..."

"Hush." He says, hastily undoing his armor and jacket, lazily draping them over the back of the couch; reaching behind him to pull off his thin gray shirt over his head, revealing the twisted, marred, and damaged tissue of his body to you.

Many people were disgusted by ghouls, finding their skin (or lack thereof, in some cases) gross and unappealing. While yes, there were the scant few who found them attractive; both sexually and in general... The vast majority were uncomfortable with the prospect of having sex with one.

Your eyelashes flutter as you blink, swallowing hard; your tongue felt like all moisture in your mouth was absorbed, the muscle swollen so much that you couldn't find anymore saliva to moisten it. He had an amazingly built body. Not an inch of fat on him (but then again, very few even had fat anymore, given how scarce food could be from time to time) Charon was a solid wall of muscle and scars from past battles; both physically and mentally.

And he knew you loved every bit of him. Maybe you were naive, maybe you had just been lonely at first... but he was well aware of how intensely your attraction and affection burned for him.

His fingers slipped his belt loose, the buckle tinkling as the worn leather slipped free; before unbuttoning his jeans.

Charon looked into your eyes, his cock throbbing at the way you bit your lip, your soft eyes staring with heated want at the bulge that was so prominent in his confining clothes. But, as before, the look of doubt flickered in that little flame within you; shame.

He couldn't help but feel a small sense of smug pride, smirking down at you. "I know you might not want to do this... But--" Charon sighed as he freed his cock, holding the fat length of it in a tight grip.

As scarred as the rest of him, the sheer size and texture promised a head-spinningly good time.

"Let me help you." His other hand pinched your chin between thick fingers, making you look up at him and match his eyes. "Please."

Your heart squeezed in your chest. He was asking you, making sure above all else that this was what you wanted.

And... you did. Nodding as another new cramp slipped through your abdomen, you cringed a little. "Please..." You repeat back to him.

Charon nodded, pulling the rest of your suit off and tossing it to the floor, his thumbs hooking your bloody underwear down your legs, the coppery scent hitting his lack-of nose as he carefully set them aside. He kicked off his boots and pants before caging you against the couch once again, looking briefly at the slick of crimson that shone on your smooth thighs, the short hairs on your sex sticky with it.

He gave you another kiss, this one more heated than the last, your tongues twining and dancing as he aggressively fought to seek dominance over yours. He won, of course, you were helpless against him.

"Take deep breaths." He muttered against your lips, reaching down between you to notch his gnarled tip at your entrance.

You let out a shaky puff of air, before sucking in a tight lungfull as he pushed in, the stretch of his cock absolutely filling and oh, so pleasant. Your heels dig in to the muscles of his glutes, your nails biting into his pitted skin as he slid inch by torturous inch into your tight, clenching walls.

Charon tossed his head back with a groan, "Fuck. You need to relax as much as you can, doll... You're fucking tight."

You nod frantically, whimpering as you try to force your muscles to ease up their vice-grip on his shaft, mouth hanging open in hungry pants of air as he slowly withdraws, his cock painted a macabre red before thrusting back in.

It hurt, not just from the cramps you were feeling, but from the fact that Charon was going so slow, so gentle with you. You understood his concerns, yes, but... fuck. Your body screamed, your ovaries practically beat against your womb to just have him fuck you relentless, to pump you full of seed that would never take root.

You wheezed as his hips arch and press down against yours, rubbing your walls in a painfully erotic way, "Harder."

He stilled, then, bracing himself on his elbows to look at you, his scruffy scraps of hair hanging down like tattered curtains as your eyes locked once again. "You're sure?"

"Yes." You sob softly. "Fuck--yes. I--I need you to... to just..."

He growled, his mouth twisting into a snarl as he pushed up on the couch, leaning back as his hands reached around you, hoisting you up by your ass so his cock could angle blissfully within your cunt, wordlessly following your plea before settling into a bruising pace, rutting into you like a man possessed.

Your soft breasts bounced as he grunted, his cock stretching and fucking you so utterly it almost knocked all rational thoughts free from your brain; almost knocking your brain loose as you sob, tears prickling your vision as your eyes crossed, a wanton moan wrenched free from within you in concert with the howling winds that swept the wasteland outside.

The fire crackled and popped, dying down to lame embers, darkening the room as Charon pounded your sore and twitching cunt, the lewd sound of skin slapping on skin a constant sound going off like a gunshot in your ears.

Hell, each punch of his hips felt like a gunshot to your cervix; the pain mixing in a wondrous cocktail of euphoria as you felt your orgasm flutter from deep within you.

Your walls crushed down on his cock, your blood and slick letting him slide in and out of you with no effort as you whimpered and cried with every arch and fuck of his hips.

"Ch-Charon," You hiccup, your blood rushing so loudly in your ears it nearly drowned out the lewd sounds your bodies made as Charon gripped your hips in such a way that you were sure to have bruises in your ass cheeks tomorrow. "Charon, 'm gonna--"

"Do it." He groaned, his head hanging back and his mouth open in wet, hot pants; eyes screwed shut. "Cum for me, doll."

You arch your back, your nails digging into the frail fabric of the couch cushions, tearing the seams almost audibly as your climax rippled through your, your womb clenching finally in a way that blacked out your mind with not pain, but pleasure.

Blinding, searing, burning pleasure as your body turned to jelly in Charon's hands, letting him manhandle you through your final ebbs of nirvana as your pussy clenched around him.

He slowed his thrusts languidly, slowly easing you down onto the couch once again. Your blood would surely stain your bedding... But right now you couldn't care less; finally, blissful oblivion was granted to your cramps. Pain completely dissolved, you sighed in content as you heavy lids drew open to look up at him.

Charon let out a heavy sigh, his hand gripping your thigh softly, squeezing the fat there affectionately. "Feel better?"

"Yeah..." You sigh again, happily, your hands sliding up his shoulders to rest on the back of his neck.

But... some part of you roared to life, awareness spreading through your sex almost instincively.

"I... You didn't--"

Charon smirks at you, once again, the promise on his lips making your pussy flutter around him.

"This can last up to a week." He jerked his head towards the door he barricaded shut against the storm raging outside.

He snapped his hips into yours, grinding his cock head against your deepest reaches.

"So can this. I have plenty of time to get off. Right now... we're focusing on you."

You whimper as his teeth nip at your ear; "...And I think I feel you cramping again."

#Fallout #Fallout x Reader #Fallout x you #charon x lone wanderer #Charon x you #Charon x Reader #Fallout smut #Fallout 3

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nexxocatt · 2 months ago

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THUNDER SAGA & WISDOM SAGA RANTS!!

Genuinely how can I live my life normally after this. Like,, HOW.

Anyway,,,

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

TWs/CWs: swearing, mentions of violence and death ig. If you're uncomfortable click off any time!

And without further ado, let's gooo!!

THUNDER SAGA

- Gosh, 'Suffering' is maybe probably most definitely my second fav song (after 'Thunder Bringer' ofc) in this saga. It's just so GOOD UGHH!!! I'm utterly OBSESSED with whoever voices Penelope/Siren Penelope cause they just sound ETHEREAL. Also the amount of memes with the "You know I'm too shy" is astounding. Def my fav part of the song.

- I hc that Ody, in 'Different Beast', when he said "You are no wife of mine!" that he pulled an "erm, actually-" and basically: "Nah cuz you got a few details ab my wife wrong, homie. You see, her ponytail's tips actually reach 3.5 cm lower than that, plus you got the shade of her eye color wrong. And gods she'd never wear that tunic without matching earrings!" Homie's obsessed lmao.

- Oh. My. God. KJ. KJ! THE ABSOLUTE QUEEN GAHH!!! The fucking growl Scylla had on "Give up your honor and wraith!" Made me literally almost fall over. I had a ton of fun just dancing to KJ's vocals. My GOD that's beautiful💯💯

- Tell me y'all can hear the absolute desperation in Eury's voice at the start😭 bro does NOT wanna believe his home bro Ody just gave up six men's lives like that. Also not Jay bringing back the "This is the home of the wind god" bullshit like pls I cried enough at 'Monster'😭😭 And not Eury turning Ody's words around by saying "I'M JUST A MAN!" then stabbing a cow, like HOMIE. WHY.

- Here comes Zeus the party crasher everyone! Yippee! But no, seriously, I've had 'Thunder Bringer' stuck in my head for a while cuz my boy Luke Holt's vocals be giving me shivers. Imma cry cause the absolute pain and crack in Ody's voice when he says "I know..." like,, 😭😭 Also the animatics where the crew just attacks Ody and the dude just accepts his fate are CRIMINAL. Ain't nobody asking me to cry today bro🙏🙏

WISDOM SAGA

- Gotta be my fav saga yet. The "Watchu gonna do about it, champ?" line was delivered PERFECTLY🙌🙌 Ayron is the absolute Top G. Also Miguel's voice for Telemachus is just UGHH SO GOOD!!! Also Tele be like: "STAY BEHIND ME MOM I'LL PROTECT YOU!!🤺🤺🤺"

- Let's fucking go Athena is back on track, baby! Literally LOVE both hers and Antinuos' vocals. They were ON. TOP. I couldn't help but giggle at Tele's "Woah,, that is so sick!!" Like he's my baby boy I love him smmmm!!!

- I ain't got no shit on Athena no more. Home girl's just guilty frfr. "You're a good kid." "Thanks!" AHHHH THEM>>> Anyway, great song. I love Athena now. I don't hold no grudge against her anymore, no siree. She my homie now💪💪

- WANGUI. THE LEGEND FRFR. They could never make me like Calypso but Barbara served. I listened to 'Love In Paradise' on my headphones and did not expect to hear Polites' voice in my left ear and Eury's in my right😭😭 The time-dive was LEGENDARY (haha.) and Ody's screams then him just yelling "ATHENA!!" cause he doesn't have anyone else to call for help was heartbreaking 💔

- Ahhh the fact that Jorge got his dad to voice Hephaestus is so cute <33 And Mr. PAM-PAM was right. Luke Holt's BEASTMODE ZEUS IS PHENOMENAL. I adored the transition between 'Warrior Of The Mind' and 'Legenday' after Zeus supposedly struck Athena down, which were – by the looks of the animatic shown in the livestream – the memories that got the goddess determined to stand back up💪💪 The way Ares' voice almost broke when he asked "Is she dead..?" broke me like😭😭 And whoever voices Hera is an absolute legend how the fuck is your voice that HEAVENLY😳

Also pls let the 'Silly Saga' be a thing, I had all the vids from Jorge's Disney Princess Era plus the Jimmy Neutron specials stuck inside my head non-stop for daysss🙏

Ooh and if we're lucky (and Jorge wants to ofc) maybe we'll get an album with cut songs! That would be amazing!! No pressure for the team tho, whatever they choose will be respected by everyone!

Also guys dw Athena's not dead, goddesses can't die you silly geese🙃 She's just injured n I'm absolutely sure we'll hear more of her in the upcoming Sagas! ^^

That's all for now! Take care y'all!! Stream the Wisdom Saga NYEOW👿👺!!!!

#epic the musical #epic the wisdom saga #epic the thunder saga #telemachus #odysseus #penelope doesn't have a tag why #and I mean greek mythology penny #athena #hephaestus #ares #hera #aphrodite #god games #ashhsjakwhjkqjhdgeguowokaab #yes #and whatnot

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scaramoon · 4 years ago

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he accidentally hurts you while sparring

DILUC, KAEYA, XIAO, CHILDE — gn!reader

warnings/genre: kinda hurt/comfort? idk it’s mostly fluffy, mentions of blood and (very) minor injuries, swearing in childe’s

notes: rbs are v much appreciated, please and ty !! also pls ignore that i got carried away w xiao’s </3

━━ diluc;

you’ll have to be insistent if you even want him to spar with you; he knows you’re fully capable of standing your ground but... he’s worried

he’ll act like he doesn’t, but it’s obvious that he keeps close by whenever you’re sparring with someone

but if you wear him down enough or you’re good with your words, you can convince him to be your sparring partner

lmao just tell him you’ll get kaeya to do it 💀

“don’t- don’t hold your sword like that.” he said, his tone was flat but you’d known him long enough to be able to find the concern in it.

“i know how to hold a sword, diluc,” you responded. “i asked for a partner, not a teacher, remember?”

red eyes flashed towards you and something like a smile appeared on your lover’s lips. you mirrored it, letting your lips curl into a grin.

“of course,” he said, smallest hint of a playful tone in his voice.

but he was quick, and you may have underestimated just how well trained he was. normally, you could have blocked him. this time, however, you weren’t expecting it and you’d already began to drop your dominant hand to your side.

he noticed that, but he was just a little too late. diluc was used to the momentum of his weapon, but it wasn’t often that he had to stop it. he tried to step back before he hurt you, your name falling from his lips, desperation and worry coating his voice.

and then, just as soon as he’s processed it, his claymore was on the ground and he was watching you crouch and hold your upper arm. your seethe of pain sent guilt rushing through him.

it took him a moment to decide whether or not to go over to you; he wanted to, he really wanted to, but a part of him feared that you didn’t want him near you.

he couldn’t help it though.

“y/n?” diluc’s tone was almost a command, loud but desperate, wanting you to look at him and tell him that you were perfectly fine — wanting that to be the truth.

tears pricked in the corners of your eyes but you looked at him nonetheless. he hated that look in your eyes. seeing you in pain was one thing, but the knowledge that he was the cause of it twisted his heart in unbearable ways.

“i’m ok, diluc,” you said, quieter than you normally would. “just a little scratch, see?”

you moved your hand from where it was holding onto your arm. blood coated your fingers and the clothing surrounding the new wound, but it was clear that the cut wasn’t deep.

he didn’t say anything. his lips were pressed into a thin line as he kneeled beside you. eyebrows pinned in worry and concentration evident in his eyes, he started ripping at your sleeve to get a better look.

“diluc.” you said. your voice was more commanding this time as you moved away from him. why couldn’t he see it really wasn’t so bad?

“i didn’t mean to hurt you.” this time you could see clearly just how distressed he was.

he looked like he was about to cry and he wasn’t the one that’d been hurt. not physically, anyway; you had no idea how his chest hurt, how he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

you stared at him for a little longer. “i said i’m fine. but if it will help you sleep at night, you can come help me clean it, deal?”

“of course, dove.”

━━ kaeya;

he actually likes sparring with you

he doesn’t often get the chance, but whenever both of you are able to, he sees it as time he gets to spend with you

and any time spent with you is never time wasted in his eyes

plus he gets to do the sword under your chin thing and tease you </3

“dead.” you said proudly, standing over your lover, your sword under his chin.

a playful grin spread across his lips as he let you enjoy your win. you backed away and allowed him to stand up, dust himself off. a stretch of his arms, and then he was picking up his sword to go again.

“ready?” kaeya asked, smirk stretching his lips.

“yeah,” you said, smiling back. your gloved hand tightened around your sword’s hilt; the gloves were making your hands sweaty, your grip loosening. “actually, w-”

“y/n!”

the next thing you realized was a stinging at you side. your hand immediately came to the cut, taking an instinctive step back. the sound of kaeya’s sword hitting the ground met your ears, his hands were on your arms a second later.

“hey, hey, you’re okay.” he tried to sound calm but if was a bad attempt. he crouched down onto the ground, guiding you to sit in front of him. cautious hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, kaeya looking up at you. “can I look, love?”

“yeah, but I’m fine.” you said, though your face was twisted in pain.

his eyes were full of pity when he looked at you, jaw clenching before he lifted your shirt enough to see the wound. on first appearance, it looked worse than it really was.

“see?” you spoke again. “all good.”

he didn’t say anything at first. he just pulled you closer to him, chin hooked over your shoulder, though he was careful not to agitate your cut.

“not really. but it’s okay, we’re gonna get you all better, yeah?”

“kaeya, seriously, i’m fine. you don’t need-”

“y/n.” his voice was still sweet and concerned, but more stern when he spoke this time. “let me take care of you.”

“...fine.”

━━ xiao;

good luck getting him to spar with you in the first place

it doesn’t matter how much you tell him you want to, he’ll keep turning you down

needless to say, you’ll have to play your cards right to get him to agree to it

“what if i hurt you, y/n?”

“i’ll be under-trained and get hurt if you don’t help me.”

“you know i’ll always be there if you call for me.”

“and if you can’t come?”

“...”

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” he stated simply, eyes narrowing at you. you only threw him a smile.

“what’s the worst that can happen? you won’t even use your real pole arm, you have a stick. you can’t stab me with it, xiao.”

“I would rather not think about ‘stabbing’ you in the first place.” he huffed. “but... you need to be safe, in case one day I can’t keep you safe myself.”

a smile crossed your face as you gripped your weapon, ready for him to start.

you may have miscalculated the power and ability of an adeptus though. you quickly found yourself tired and overwhelmed, just blocking and dodging was almost too much. he could sense your fatigue already, and he was listening for you to call him to stop. xiao was ready to stop on a dime, but he knew that you were stubborn and insistent.

his “pole arm” came close to your side, and he really thought you would dodge this one. you’d done it before. but he felt the wood hit you, you falling to the ground, holding your side soon after.

his make-shift weapon was long forgotten now. he was kneeling beside you in seconds, gentle fingers running along what he was sure was a broken rib. he didn’t find one, but the guilt was already eating him and that knowledge did nothing to stop it.

“ow! that hurts, don’t touch me.” you said, seething in pain and making a pitiful attempt to move away from him.

xiao did not cry.

he didn’t, it just wasn’t something he was accustomed to, and quite honestly he wasn’t sure if adepti could cry. but the idea of you being scared of him started tears to fill his eyes; his chest was tight, and he had this uncomfortable lump in his throat.

“no, no,” you started, propping yourself on your elbows and then sitting all the way up.

you tried to reach and hold his face, to wipe the tears off, but he turned away from you; he kept kneeling, but shifted to a position a little farther away from you. the adeptus made a noise something like a squeak, and it seemed to surprise him. he didn’t wait for you to finish talking, he turned away and looked anywhere except you.

“xiao, baby, that’s not what I meant. you can- I just meant don’t put your hands directly where I got hurt... xiao? can you look at me?”

it took him a few more moments before he turned his head back to you. you knew he wasn’t always the most emotional, but you didn’t think you’d seen him like this before. he hummed, not trusting his voice. still, he wouldn’t look you in the eyes.

“I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me. its just a little bruise, there’s not even blood... I’m not scared of you, xiao, it’s not your fault.”

he stared at you for another moment before he cleared his throat and stood up. “can we at least have someone make sure you’re okay?”

“yeah.”

“...and you won’t ask me to do that again?”

“of course not.”

━━ childe;

he has mixed feelings about sparring with you

of course, it’s an odd form of quality time, but he likes it

plus that means he won’t have to watch you spar with anyone else

but there’s always the risk that you could get hurt

he’s an archer though, so he only “attacks” you with his melee — he thought he was being a lot more careful

“ready?” childe smiled, twirling one of his weapons around his finger.

“as always.” you said, gripping your own weapon.

“mhm, sweetheart, I’m sure you’re ‘always ready’,” childe said dropped his hands to his sides and stepping closer to you.

you knew what he was trying to do — he attempted to pull this off every time you sparred with him, and you never failed to catch him. seem relaxed, and whenever you thought he wouldn’t, he’d attempt to get the better of you.

this time, however, you were not as quick as you usually were. childe knew that you always saw through this; not once had you’d failed to block him, so maybe he put his trust in his weapons more than he should have.

he stopped when both of you look at the clean, but bloody, cut he’d made. his eyes widened as it sinked in, coming to the realization that he’d hurt you

“y/n- shit, I’m sorry,” he said, panic clear in his voice, though he tried to hide it. his hand was on your shoulder, guiding you to sit on the ground. “are you- you’re okay, it’s not that deep. we’re gonna get that healed and you’ll be fine, yeah?”

for words so reassuring, his panicked tone was saying something along the lines of ‘shit shit fuck dammit, i accidentally hurt my own partner, what the fuck-’

“yeah, it’s no biggie,” you said, smiling a little at him. “it’s just a little cut, I get worse on commissions.”

you knew that later he would claim he was totally calm. in reality, he was trying his best to clean the wound with his vision, and he’d get better help whenever he could get to bubu pharmacy.

“you owe me kisses though, y’know,” you teased.

‘good,’ he thought. ‘they aren’t mad at me.’

“whatever ya want, love.”

“oh? maybe I’ll take cuddles too.”

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mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake · 2 years ago

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How do they react when their s/o (crush) is cold (not personality it just snowing, that kind of thing) Just seeing them shiver or sneeze.

Scout

He will offer his hoddie. Here take this! Oh! Are you sure I mean I am fine. Nah. You can wear it (he just wants you in an oversize hoodie...his hoodie!!!) When you wore it... an instant nosebleed. Scout are you o-okay!? I..am fine (s/o is so fricking cute! I wish they wore it forever...)

Soldier

He will carry you somewhere warm and be very aggressive about it. OUT OF THE WAY MAGGOTS, S/O IS SHIVERING. S/O MIGHT DIEEE!! soldier, I am fine. I just sneezed. that`s it.

Pyro

what did you expect? Campfire. I know I already mention this in another post but come on! It is so true! He will also hold hands with you and will not let go. P-Pyro I have to go... *grips harder* *s/o signs* Fine! 5 more minutes! *happy muffles from pyro* (it is never just 5 min it was definitely 1 hour but anyway)

Engineer

He will hold hands...if he had the confidence tho! Instead, he will let pyro make a campfire and makes hot cocoa. Who wants hot cocoa! You and pyro raise hands high up in the air. Hehe...here you go pyro and s/o!

Heavy

Hugs with you for warmth. He will make it seem like a normal friend thing but it is definitely not. He pretends like he does to everybody but nono he doesn`t care if it is others...But for you! He will hug you. Are you warming up s/o? y-yes... (we are so close...I can hear his heartbeat...it is so fast...no I am just imagining! His heartbeat is perfectly normal...I think)

Demoman

He will hug you. He will pretend to be really drunk and hug you very tightly. (He is not that drunk he just wants to make it seems like an accidental thing.) Once he has warmed you up. He will yet again pretend to realize what he did. Oh sorry s/o! Didn't realize I was hugging you. I guess I was too drunk haha! (no he was not too drunk he was fine but anyway)

Sniper

He wants to hug you...so bad. Sadly his nervousness and shyness take over. He will keep you close. Let you lean on him or wrap an arm around you. He acts pretty chill about it...oh no no but inside he is having a million heart attacks. (Am I making s/o uncomfortable? Is s/o blushing? no, its just me. I am just doing some normal friend things.) If someone approaches he will instantly be back to position. Nope nothing happened :)) (Thank god they did`t see me.)

Medic

He will give you his coat. He will just quietly put the lab coat on you. ...He is having a whole emergency lockdown in his head, (Oh look at s/o. That coat is perfecting wrapping around them!! I wish I had my camera with me!!! ) Thanks for the coat medic! U-Uh yeah, no problem! It would be trouble if you got a cold!

Spy

You have probably guessed it. He will give you his jacket (like the suit thing idk what it is called. I am pretty sure it is a jacket anyway) The jacket is so warm, you smile softly spy. Bang! Damit. That is another cute attack. He will pretend to be cool on the outside but inside...he is red as a tomato. He often gives you his jacket even if you aren`t cold. I wonder why... (It is of course because you are cute!) :)))

Hey guys! Let me tell you something funny. Due to my terrible grammar, I have Grammarly (my grammar really sucks). And whenever I write the word ''solider'' it would always change the word into ''More solid'' for me. lmao. Idk it is always so funny to me. I find the most random shit the funniest thing ever. MORE SOLID

#tf2 x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 spy x reader

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summercourtship · 3 years ago

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Hey there, may I request a frank morrison x reader, and the reader is just very cute and small and everyone wants to protect her, pastel aesthetic like reader lol, but frank wants something different 😏?? It can be hcs or a small fic? Choose what's more comfortable for you!

no softies allowed in frank’s clubhouse.

frank morrison x reader | warnings: mentions of sexual topics but nothing explicit, corruption kink ig, unhealthy relationship

Frank would initially be into the innocence aspect of your personality, especially considering he thinks of himself as being the complete opposite of that. The dichotomy would be interesting to him

But he’s Frank, and he’s not always going to be up for a relationship that he thinks of as akin to babysitting. Sometimes he wants someone who's just as edgy as him, who doesn’t flinch at the aspect of murder and the disgusting things he likes.

He’ll make comments about it, especially if he knows there’s a topic that makes you more uncomfortable than others. He’ll push at your boundaries, expecting your tolerance to his bullshit to grow with time

It doesn’t.

It really just hurts your feelings that he thinks you’re too innocent, that you can’t handle him just because you don’t like hearing the grizzly details of murder or you like to wear pastel colors instead of the dark shit he likes.

(But like, if you put on his jacket while wearing your cute shit he would def pop a boner lmao)

But he keeps pushing. You’re beginning to think he likes to watch you squirm, that he likes the idea of him corrupting your innocence. You halfheartedly argue that you aren’t an innocent little flower, you just like the color pink and are small. He doesn’t listen, and also doesn’t believe you in any capacity.

It’s like he gets off on being the bad boy to your good girl. No, you know he does.

The first time you laugh at one of his typical gross jokes, he goes dead silent, observing you as if it was the first time he’s had someone laugh at his jokes.

Then he cracks a smile, relishing in the idea that he finally cracked you, finally managed to dirty your pure heart.

If you couldn’t tell already, he definitely has an innocence/corruption kink. It’s like his ultimate power trip, and you manage to fulfill it perfectly.

Good job, I guess?

#now im think of frank and a corruption kink hmmm #frank morrison x reader #frank morrison #frank morrison dbd #the legion dbd #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd x reader #legion x reader #request #ask #anon

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cinnamonest · 4 years ago

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Razor (Genshin Impact) - Yandere Profile

@bleachlemon

I'm glad you are ok with it because oh boy do I have some very very n a s t y noncon-y thoughts about our wolfboi. We love a dense boy, not a single thought in his empty, horny lil brain. Head empty, just horny for y/n.

I also have the big horny™ for any cross between boys and canines... Does smth for me. As if my favoritism wasn't obvious by how much I've written below lmao

tw: general yandere content, violence, mentions of n/sfw

tw below cut: breeding, heavy noncon, like jfc this is nasty, misogynistic

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

The biggest issue with Razor is his complete and total lack of restraint. He sees no need for it, he has no real concept of social norms. Wolves don't really practice restraint on... anything. When they see something they want to kill, they kill it, when they see something they want to have, they have it, when they're mad, they attack, when they're hungry, they eat.

So in a way, he's perfectly lucid, but doesn't act as a normal lucid person who understands social norms would do. He knows that you give him some burning, fluttery feeling, and that he enjoys having you around, and that he gets sad when you have to leave. He's perceptive enough to know it's the same urge that drives humans to form their long-term mate partnerships. If that's what they refer to as "love," he'll readily adopt that term as a way to describe what he feels. What he doesn't get is everything between point A and point Z. No point in all the "courtship" and "marriage" and other human customs -- he doesn't need to "date" to know you're the one, and he doesn't need some signed paper to signify he loves you. In his mind, it's perfectly logical to expect you to immediately come live out in Wolvendom with him. You did accept all his courtship signs, after all.

Wolves are very straightforward with it, you see. Their courtship includes going for walks side-by-side, close to each other, which you did when you let him guide you through the woods. Wolves will rest their head or legs on the other, and you let him rest his head on your shoulder (even if you flinched with surprise when he did, uncomfortable but too nice to say anything). He even when to the extent of engaging in human mating rituals -- you accepted all those gifts he hunted down, and you smiled when he said nice things about how pretty you are, how nice you smell.

So in other words, you've basically already accepted him as a mate. That's what he's perceived, and changing his initial perceptions is not easily accomplished.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

One of the most likely, and definitely the fastest. Possibly after meeting you a single time. He can't take the risk of you not coming back.

He won't be very subtle or sneaky about it either, not tricking you into walking right into captivity, nor drugging you or taking you in your sleep. It's very straightforward - it's not like there's anyone in Wolvendom to hear you, so he has no problem just slinging you over his shoulder and carrying you off. He kinda gets why you'd panic, so he reassures you that no, he's not gonna eat you or anything, you're just going home.

Don't worry about the pack - they won't eat you either, or even hurt you. He's already told them not to. He gets why you might be frightened by the massive, snarling creatures and their massive teeth and eyes that shine in moonlight, but he'll make sure you get used to them and accept them as your family, just like he has.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

That depends. Can you fight off two 180-pound masses of claws, teeth, and muscle? If so, sure, it'll be easy. If not... you'll have some issues.

He's lucky to have such a loyal pack that will help him with these things - they don't exactly understand why you'd want to leave, but they know you're not supposed to. Even when he has to leave you, which isn't often, he'll leave a few of them around to watch you. To make sure no one comes and steals you or anything - and of course, the implication that it's to make sure you don't run away, either. He doesn't really get why you would, but he's come to the realization, based on what you've tried to tell him, that you miss your family and friends. And he gets that, he really does, but in the end, he's selfish at his core, and his empathy for you isn't enough for him to just let you go.

He sleeps latched onto you, arms wrapped around you, so it's not a good idea to try. Your best bet is to wait for a time he's gone and distract the wolves with something, which isn't too hard, and run for it. But even if you do manage to escape, you won't be for long. They can smell you from a mile away and will use your scent to pinpoint you down within a few minutes. They don't exactly have any gentle ways of taking you down and bringing you back, either. They're basically going to have to use their teeth, so it's better if you don't struggle - you'll just hurt yourself.

If he catches you, though, he'll just get huffy and angry, and much like when initially taking you, he'll just pick you right up and bring you back. He's not opposed to stealing ropes and the like from the passing knights, and tying knots isn't too difficult to figure out.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Poor boy is very easy to lie to and manipulate. Head empty, not many thoughts up there. However, you'll have to be clever about it, because most of the time, even if he believes you, he doesn't care. Sure, you can easily convince him that it's normal for human couples to sleep separately... But that's not going to stop him from curling up with you, because that's what he does. That's what wolves do.

He will, however, be somewhat easily manipulated into getting you things you want, if he thinks it'll make you happy. However, obtaining things you want will almost definitely come in the form of theft, or worst case scenario, the body of a passer-by that just so happened to have something you wanted visibly on their person.

If he finds out you lied to him on something, he'll get pouty and grumpy. It's not pleasant, but it's better than the rage reaction of some yanderes.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

His life revolves around you, and yours should revolve around him. That's how mates are. You can go for walks in the woods! You can take naps in the sun together! You can spend literal hours mating! Why would you need anything else?

That being said, he's always had a uniqueness from the wolves in that he's awake more - wolves sleep about 14 hours a day, him only about 8 or 9. You'll definitely be getting a lot more sleep than you would back home, but you'll have a few precious hours to yourselves. It makes him happy - it used to be time he spent all alone, a reminder of how he didn't truly fit in with humans nor wolves. But now, you have that time together! He's willing to do most anything you want, so long as you're together. He's always had some adaptative differences he practices by himself - making fires, cooking food on them, wearing clothes. If you want to go exploring, you can do that, if you want to make food, you can do that too. He'll even accommodate you if you want to do useless things, like your insistence on teaching him to read, or practicing his speech.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

It's fairly simple. Don't leave. That's really the one big one.

He's actually not one to make a rule against fighting him - he'll see it as you wanting to play fight, wrestling, which wolves do all the time. It's fun, even if it's easy for him to win. And it's exciting when you fight back, in a weird way.

Don't make contact with other humans, if you see them. Oh, and he'll want you to report to him everything you did or saw while he was gone hunting.

Generally, if he gives you a command, which isn't too much, he expects you to follow it. In his mind, he's the male, he's supposed to tell you what to do. Isn't that how it usually works with humans too?

If you're too disobedient, he'll get grumpy. Honestly, his most likely form of dealing with it is to wrestle you to the ground, and essentially hold you down until you comply or agree to whatever he wants.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Rip.

But seriously. No, they're not going to last. He's one of the more paranoid ones, because deep down he's aware of how little he understands. For all he knows, every human male that talks to you could be doing what you call "flirting." Hell, didn't some girls like other girls too? How does he know which ones do and which ones don't? That means everyone is a threat, and he can't let threats get in the way.

He's not one of the ones to be subtle or try to hide it from you. He will probably try a little bit if he knows it's one of your family or friends whose blood is soaking his clothes when he comes back to you, but if it's random, he might even be proud. Look at that, he took down a whole search party that came looking for you all by himself! It's proof of his strength and dominance, and you should be happy that you have a strong mate to protect you! And he doesn't really empathize well - if you're upset, he will explain exactly that to you, and insist you change how you see things. Humans are so strange, being upset that your mate is able to protect you. You'll see why it's a good thing eventually, he's sure.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He gets frustrated pretty easily. It's usually just a lack of understanding, in his mind, you're being unnecessarily difficult almost all the time. He has told you a million times he doesn't care about whatever is normal for humans, yet you continuously bring it up, and that's a bit irritating. He'll huff and sigh and clamp a hand over your mouth if you're going on about it, and if you really refuse to shut up about it, there are a variety of ways of making you quiet - or distracting you from complaints.

He's got an immature streak, as he never really had anyone around to teach him otherwise. So he gets very pouty, a little bit aggressive and forceful when it comes to being upset over something or getting his way. If he wants attention and you're not giving it to him, he won't hesitate to just take whatever you're holding and focused on of your hands and toss it to the side.

On the positive side, he's never going to be passive aggressive. He's always straightforward and has no hesitation to tell you exactly how he's feeling.

If he's genuinely, truly furious, he can get violent. He'll probably apologize and definitely feel bad, licking all the little wounds. He wouldn't try to do anything so bad as bone breaking or severely hurting you, but might accidentally lose control of his own strength.

Do they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

More or less an equal. Not much to say here, as, to be honest, that sort of thing hasn't really crossed his mind. He doesn't waste time with thoughts of relative value, he just knows he loves you and wants you.

Subconsciously, it would be slightly below. Due to a very natural upbringing, he automatically associates males as being the leaders and alphas, while females are... Well, puppy-making machines. Don't try to accuse him of any sort of sexism or anything - he can't even really wrap his head around the concept, much less understand why it's wrong to acknowledge how much weaker you are than him. If you need proof of that, he can easily wrestle with you and prove it.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

Pretty highly determined. He mistakes a lot of things as signs of love, though. You might be only complying out of fear or exhaustion, but he won't be able to tell, he's not good with facial expressions, so he thinks it's a sign you're accepting him.

Honestly, he's one of the ones that, albeit unintentionally, will kind of guilt you into acceptance. You inevitably feel bad for him, you can tell how lonely he really is, and how desperately he loves you, wants you to love him. His intentions aren't malicious, and it's actually difficult to truly resent him, unlike some yanderes. Ironically, it reaches a point where rejecting him sometimes really does feel like kicking a sad little stray puppy in the rain - it makes you feel awful when he gets sad and quiet.

While there are a lot of yanderes who would be a lot more earnest and striving to serve and please you, which he doesn't really do, he's probably one of the most patient yanderes when it comes to this. He doesn't care if it takes the rest of your lives. He'll never give up or just settle for having you with him, he'll be loving you and trying to be reassured of your love till the day he dies, if that's what it takes.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Primarily, it's hard to emphasize how significantly his lack of human socialization impacts his yandere behaviors.

Most yanderes are forced to acknowledge the inherent wrongness of their actions - some will accept it and not care that it's wrong, some sadists enjoy knowing it's wrong, some will delude themselves into justifying it, some will try their best to act within moral boundaries or make up for their wrongness somehow. But all in all, they all have to face the reality of the situation and understand that what they're doing is considered wrong.

Razor's not like that. He doesn't really take the moral aspect into consideration. To him, the whole idea is simply a human thing entirely. It doesn't matter what humans do. He views the world in a very black and white sense. Morality is a more abstract concept, what's more important is how things are relative to himself - what he wants.

Tends to communicate in strange ways. Excess emotions, too much happiness or anger or whatever can make him forget his words, so there's a lot of subtle communication through grunts, whimpers, growls. Over time, you learn how to distinguish between the various noises and body language and what they mean.

Will lick you. It's weird. It's kinda gross. But it's just how he shows affection. He tends to get carried away with kisses, ending up lapping at your lips, licking your neck and collarbones, nuzzling his head into you.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Scientifically speaking, male sex drive is heavily boosted by testosterone. Testosterone can be greatly increased by heavy physical activity, eating high amounts of meat, sun exposure, and is even directly correlated to spending large amounts of time outdoors.

You see where this is going.

Very high drive, very touchy, and no reservations, no shame. Thank whatever deity you care to recognize in Tevyat that you're isolated from other people out in the woods, because he has no concept of norms or appropriateness, and trying to get him to understand is a fruitless effort. You're wasting your time trying to explain the idea that groping and touching out of the blue is considered rude, or that most human men take issue with being very visibly, very noticeably hard and would likely try to conceal it, not just sit there with the blatant bulge poking forward... His response will only be that you're far away from humans, so it shouldn't matter. He's just trying to show you he loves you, that's why he insists on grinding into you all the time, staring at your body, humping you when you're curled up together quite ironically like a horny dog.

Unfortunately, he basically just does not know how to be gentle or slow about it. He can start off trying to be slow and soft if you beg for it, but once you're actually laying there and he's in you, he gets caught up in instinct and the heat of the moment, and just kinda... forgets about that whole "slow and gentle" thing, opting to just rut you as hard and fast as possible.

He doesn't talk much during sex. He already has some trouble forming sentences in normal times, you can't expect him to when he's fucking. You won't get a lot of words besides the occasional, "good, feels good," or little commands, but you will get a lot of animalistic noises - possessive growls, little whines of pleasure. He doesn't have any sense to hold back on his noises.

He's also the least likely to care about things like shaving, periods, or imperfections. Which is good, but you also can't use those things as an excuse to not fuck, it'll go in one ear and out the other.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

It's not so much an intentional disregard for your willingness, so much as a combo of not really considering it, and thinking it's just something you'll change on. If he's human, and he has the urge, that means surely you do too. Sometimes humans need emotional connections before they want to mate, right? So he just needs to express his love to you. The looping problem there is that fucking you is pretty much his primary way of expressing love. It'll work out in the end, he guesses.

His limited knowledge of humanity also will lead him to certain conclusions. From what he understands, human society often shames females for having sex and wanting sex, right? That's dumb. But their mentality is probably ingrained in your brain, isn't it? That's why you act like this. But don't worry, he's not like the human men. Wolves don't feel that way. You'll understand that with time.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Biting/Scratching/Marking

It's a natural reaction to him. If he's balls deep in you, mounted on and pounding into your body, thrusting so hard that your body is lurching forward with every movement, he wants a way to hold you still, keep your body in place so that each pounding goes deeper and harder. It's second nature for him to just sink his teeth into your jugular, your neck, your shoulders. As an added bonus, he likes seeing the marks it leaves behind, in addition to how his fingernails that dig into your hips leave little indents in your skin.

Breeding

He doesn't know how to not cum in you. You can't honestly expect him to pull out of you, you're so warm and wet and soft, it would be torture not to reach a climax buried inside that tight heat. You can go on a rant about not wanting to get pregnant, but it'll go in one ear and out the other. He doesn't get it - you're supposed to want to have his pups. Do you not think he's a suitable mate for reproducing? You'll be halfway through explaining why kids aren't in your current agenda before being flipped over and pounded into yet again with his newfound determination to prove his strength and dominance to you. Once you understand that, surely, you'll want all the puppies you can possibly make.

Predator/Prey

This applies mostly to escape attempts. He'll be mad, but it triggers something in him, something instilled by years of hunting down poor little prey animals. The desire to hunt you down, find you, and ruin you. Instead of ripping you apart like he would boars, he can't think of anything but just fucking you up against the nearest tree, the ground, anything. The faster you run, the more afraid you are, the more exciting it is. It's a very primal urge, one that commands all sorts of predators, both in feeding and breeding.

Forced Orgasms

As with many human things, he makes certain discoveries with time about sex. The first time you fuck, it'll probably be too rough for you to really cum, but it'll only be a few days in before your body adjusts to the girth that's frequently inside of you, and you end up spasming all over him - and he's just got this shocked expression, watching with amazement when you clench down and quiver under him. Wait, you mean human females can orgasm too? Not just the men?

From that point forward, he's determined to fuck, lick, grind, and force every orgasm out of you as physically possible. It makes him feel a weird sort of pride and contentment. It's one of the few things that makes him a big smug. Even if you feel like you can't possibly cum any more, he'll try anyway.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

It's your purpose! He has learned that human girls only have one baby at a time, sometimes two, which is nothing compared to how many pups wolves usually have in one litter. That means that you'll have to make up for the lack of quantity of pups with quantity of pregnancies, which means constantly breeding and breeding and making sure every last drop stays inside of you. He doesn't understand why humans would even want to prevent pregnancy, it's the best thing that can happen, it's the whole reason you're alive, and it's a sign that you're his. Like with most things, he knows eventually you'll come around. Once you actually have the pups there in front of you, you'll love it. He knows you will.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He's a little lacking on the thought process behind punishing. If he's mad, it tends to cloud his thoughts, reverting to a more animalistic state, and he's not gonna have the complex thoughts required to really think through punishment, so it's not gonna be anything complex.

Doesn't really matter, if he's mad, just fucking you is going to feel like a punishment, with him slamming you into the ground, a tree, any rough surface nearby and just rutting you, claw-like fingernails digging into your skin and teeth sinking into your shoulder to hold you in place, a hand clasped around your throat. Fucking is basically the primary outlet he chooses for his emotions, happiness, love, stress, and anger alike, a simple, primal form of expression. If he's mad, he just needs to take it out on something, release all of that force and energy into rough, brutal motions. Normally when he's angry, he'll go hunt down some animal, taking all that anger out on the kill. But, recently he's learned he actually quite prefers to release his anger this way. It's more satisfying and enjoyable, and it deters you from stepping out of line, too. It's not just your average slightly rough fucking, no, it's the kind of fucking that will genuinely hurt you, rutting you over and over until your insides are burning from friction, your walls and cervix so completely bruised and abused you'll feel the throbbing soreness with every movement for days, hands leaving massive bruises all across your hips and shoulders. Not that that's any excuse to not fuck more, no, no soreness will get you out of normal daily routine.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

He has a thing for breasts. They're very unique to humans, it's something he hasn't had the opportunity to see or understand, and he'll spend a lot of time just burying his face in them, licking and sucking. Big or small, doesn't matter. He just likes them.

One more nasty HC i can't not talk about

wait, you mean humans have sex... Facing each other? There are positions other than doggy? It's all he's ever seen. Porn and the internet don't exactly exist in this world. The whole concept blows his mind. He can fuck you AND see your face while he does? He'll nearly faint right then and there, and you'll regret bringing it up once you've gone numb from the repetitive pounding. He'll start asking you what else exists out there, his brain will start thinking of all the different ways to fuck he's never thought about. Once he learns you can ride him, he's in heaven, even if it's not so much riding so much as you sitting on his cock and him bouncing you up and down with such ferocity you can't even move your legs.

Speaking of things he doesn't know about, if you're smart, you make sure he doesn't find out about blowjobs. He'll love it, and it won't be a blowjob so much as him literally fucking your throat, grabbing your head and hair and just wrecking your mouth.

None of it is him trying to hurt you, really. He just doesn't understand how to be gentle. He might get better with time, but he's got a predator-born ferocity, a primal roughness that will always be a part of his nature.

(yes i did research on wolf courtship/mating rituals for this bc i suffer for my art)

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere razor #tw: noncon #tw: dark content #yandere profile #tw: misogyny

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The Farm

Damian Wayne x Jon Kent

Summary: just 2 boys in love but won’t admit it. I have the attention span of a butterfly so this is as close as I get to a slow burn lmao. I just think they are adorable and I headcanon Damian as demisexual. I did actually age them above 18 but this is sfw. Only a little kissing. There’s a bigot but he gets punched.

“I heard about the farm,” Damian said as they sat on a rooftop in New York. “Sorry.” They were drinking milkshakes after saving the city. Well Jon was as Damian had a vegan smoothie instead.

“Yeah, they foreclosed,” Jon said, his bright blue eyes uncharacteristically stony. “Thanks. Just wasn’t expecting it is all.”

“You know I could help you.. financially. If you need,” Damian offered carefully. Jon shifted in his seat and took a drink of his shake.

“It’s not your job. I’ll figure out how to keep it. Don’t worry,” Jon said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Congrats on vet school. Not that it’s a surprise. You were top of your class.”

“Oh thanks. But seriously, I have no problem writing a check right now, Jon,” Damian emphasized. Jon stared at him silently. It was so tempting to let Damian solve his problems but that wasn’t the Kent way.

“I don’t know,” Jon said shifting uncomfortably. Damian noted that it wasn’t a no.

“I will be going to school in Metropolis in the fall. The farm in Smallville is a lot closer to the university than my place in Gotham,” Damian said hoping to come off as casual. Apparently not as Jon almost fell off the roof in shock.

“Live- with me,” he asked, his eyebrows rose quickly.

“Oh, I suppose. Yes, that is what I would be proposing,” Damian answered. Jon looked at him with wide eyes before clearing his throat and softening the look on his face to more neutral. Damian definitely wasn’t meaning ‘moving in’ moving in. He was just being practical. He wasn’t in love with Jon the same way Jon was head over heels for Damian since he was like 13.

“It would be practical for us both,” he said and Jon relaxed. Yep, normal Damian not thinking of the social meaning of his words.

“I don’t have a butler,” Jon warned. “And I sometimes forget to do laundry or dishes.”

“Then I will make a chore chart,” Damian answered and Jon’s heart soared a little at the domestics of it all. Jon nodded with a grin.

“So when do I get my roommate?” Jon asked lightly. Or what he hoped was lightly. His farm was saved and Damian was moving in. He was surprised he wasn’t levitating yet.

“I need to sell my apartment first. And pack,” Damian contemplated. “Also I need to buy the farm. I’ll need 4 days.”

“4?!? I mean- that’s fine,” Jon answered. He began immediately imagining all the work he needed to do before Damian could move in. “You work fast.”

“Yes, money talks,” Damian answered as if it was normal for a 20 year old to say. Jon nodded and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

True to his words, a moving truck showed up 4 days later. Jon had cleaned and organized everything, even scrubbing the walls and sweeping the barn. The workers quickly set up everything in the spare room just as Damian arrived.

Damian arriving was a sight Jon would never forget. Damian wore a black turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up and a tan pair of dress pants over shiny black leather shoes as he carried in a large paper bag of produce. Damian had grown so much from the tiny 13 year old Jon had first known. He was now a full inch taller than Jon and probably 10 lbs heavier. It was funny since Jon was the one currently running around as Superman.

Damian sat his bag on the kitchen counter and wiped sweat from his brow. Jon was much more casually dressed in old blue jeans and a white t shirt with a rolled up and open red plaid button down over it. An old blue baseball cap was thrown over backwards on his head and little curls stuck out.

“You brought food. You know this is a farm, right?” Jon said with a smile. “We’re kinda known for having food.”

“I brought food to cook tonight,” Damian said trying to be casual. He had actually taken far too long deciding on the perfect food for him and Jon to eat their first night as roommates.

“Are you cooking for me?” Jon said with a pleased smile. The moving company was leaving and it was just the two of them.

“Yes, I thought it would be a good start,” Damian said formally. “No need to be so happy. It’s just dinner.”

“Of course,” Jon said trying to straighten his face. But how could he when Damian was living with him and cooking for him? Impossible task.

Damian busied himself in the small kitchen, looking in every drawer and cabinet. He noted that in the dying evening light, it perfectly captured the sunset. That was something that people paid huge amounts to even glimpse from their place in Gotham and Jon got a 360 view everyday.

“Well I have to feed the animals but I’ll be back soon. Do you need anything before I go?” Jon said in the doorway to the kitchen. He had thrown on a pair of rubber boots.

“Tt, you dare care for animals without me?” Damian said with a frown.

“Well I just thought- I mean you can- but you’re cooking,” Jon sputtered and Damian smiled.

“I’m playing with you. I’ll see them tomorrow. Otherwise the meal will be ruined,” Damian said. Jon laughed and shook his head as he left.

Damian looked at the photos that lined the hallway, smiling as he saw pictures of Jon as a child. Jon holding a fish he caught. Jon swinging a baseball bat. Jon holding up one end of a tractor. Right above it was a young Clark Kent doing the same. Damian shook his head with a little smile. He would never admit it but he was head over heels for Jon. Had been for a few years now.

“That’s the first time I lifted a tractor,” Jon said beside him. “Dad was so proud.”

“I imagine,” Damian answered. Clark was such a sore subject for Jon. His father had only been presumed dead the year before. Jon took it hard. He didn’t speak but watched Jon from the corner of his eyes.

“He never wanted to force me to be Superboy. I practically begged him. He was scared it was too dangerous,” Jon said with a sad smile. They both walked in the kitchen and Damian finished the food. Damian brought it to the table just as Jon shyly brought out a bottle of wine.

“Mr Kent, where did you get that?” Damian said with a little smile.

“Actually there’s an entire wine cellar full of the good stuff. Your father is quite fond of giving wine as a gift and Dad never liked to drink. So he stored it here,” Jon said pulling out a wine opener. “I thought we could drink it for him.”

“That’s very illegal,” Damian said expertly opening the bottle. “We’re both technically underage.”

“Anything is legal with enough money,” Jon said with a little grin and Damian laughed.

I’m an awful influence,” Damian replied. They spend the rest of the night eating and drinking wine before both crashing in their separate rooms in the early morning.

Jon crawled out of bed only a few hours later to feed the animals and get started on his day. He thanked his Kryptonian DNA for the lack of hang over he worried Damian would have. He crept quietly past his roommate’s door on his way out.

Jon returned a few hours later, still rather early, and was surprised by the smell of coffee. Damian was cooking breakfast for him. For them, Jon reminded himself. Damian was just his roommate. Damian nodded and poured Jon a cup of coffee.

“I thought you would still be asleep,” Jon admitted.

“I don’t require much sleep. Plus I want a tour of the property,” he said. Practical Damian as always, Jon thought.

“Sure, I’ll take you around. The farm and then town,” Jon added taking a huge plate of scrambled tofu and fried tomatoes. Damian had anticipated that.

“That’s a good plan. I don’t want to stand out in town. Should I wear a plaid shirt,” Damian asked.

“Uh, yeah. If you want. T shirts and jeans are fine too,” Jon said.

“May i borough these clothing from you? Mine are not appropriate for a farm,” Damian said casually and Jon willed himself to not have any emotion that Damian was going to wear his clothing.

Damian was extremely handsome in Jon’s plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. His bright green eyes and tan skin popped in the shirt and he had brushed his black hair neatly back as it had gotten long enough to fall in his eyes. Jon couldn’t help but stare at his Damian in his clothing. Logic be damned.

“What?” Damian asked looking at himself. “Does it look bad? I don’t want to appear foolish,” he said about to pull off the plaid shirt.

“No! No you look good. Nice,” Jon said and Damian’s lip twitched towards a smile.

“Thank you. Would you like to show me town first? Before we get muddy,” Damian said.

“Sure, that sounds good. I need to pick up feed anyways,” Jon said. They loaded into Jon’s old pickup. Krypto hopped into Damian’s lap as if he always had done it and they set off to town a few miles away.

“Here’s the library and the best Waffle House in Kansas. Second only to Ma Kent’s,” Jon said as they drove around. He showed Damian all the important sights in town. Damian had a hard time believing that everything was so compact and so small. Even the diner that Jon said they would eat lunch because they had the best pie short of Ma Kent.

They both, and Krypto, got out at the feed store and they treated Jon like old friends. He grabbed a basket and pushed it to the back as he chatted about all the interesting animals people owned to Damian. The Ferguson’s owned a pair of alpacas and old Skipper Smith had a parrot and monkey as pets.

Jon didn’t pay any attention as he easily lifted 4 50 lb bags of feed and casually put 200 lbs of feed in the basket. Damian looked around to see no one near. Jon did it again.

“Should get us through the week,” he said with a grin.

“You do know that most people don’t pick up 4 at once?” Damian told him quietly as they moved to the register. Jon stopped before nodded and laughing.

“You know I’ve never thought about it. Let’s get going before the diner gets a lunch rush,” he said. Jon tried to act more normal putting up the feed bags but tossing them one handed like bags of bread into the bed of a pick up truck was far from normal. Damian couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

The diner had about 12 booths and a row across the counter like old times. It probably was an older restaurant with the light blue tile and actual jukebox. Damian didn’t know what rush hour could possibly look like with all 7 people he’d seen since entering town but Jon seemed pleased to be earlier than them.

An older lady laid down a menu between them both and offered them coffee with a big grin. Jon ordered a chicken fried steak and Damian ended up getting the waffles. It was the only thing probably vegetarian on the menu.

“Oh shoot, I forgot you don’t eat meat. Sorry. Should I change my order,” Jon said raising his hand.

“No,” Damian said grasping Jon’s hand and pulling it down to the table. Jon’s heart just about beat out of his chest. “It’s fine. You don’t have to change what you eat for me.”

“Okay,” Jon said and the waitress came back to the table with drinks and eyed Damian’s hand on Jon’s.

“This your new partner, Kent,” she asked and Jon noted the judge tone to her voice as she sat down their glasses. Homophobia was still alive in the country. Damian didn’t notice.

“Yes, I just moved in last night,” Damian answered and Jon was frozen in time. Damian doesn’t understand what he means, Jon thought. He can’t.

“Oh, is that right? Took off to the city and brought back a city slicker. Well, each to their own,” she said with a passive aggressive smile. Jon sighed as she walked away. He didn’t know how to explain that to Damian. Was Damian even gay? Too late now. The whole town thought he was.

After eating their meal, Jon asked the waitress for pie to go. The diner had filled up and far too many people were glancing at the pair. Damian assumed it was because he was new in town or possibly they recognized him as a Wayne. Jon knew it was that he had brought home a man. Damian also didn’t quite pass as white with his tan skin and Arabic features so probably a dash of racism too.

Jon drive down to the park at the edge of town and parked by the pond. He put on a nice face but worried that Damian wouldn’t have as easy time in Smallville as Jon hoped.

“Something on your mind, Kent,” Damian said, sitting on the back hatch of the truck watching, the ducks swim.

“Nothing. Maybe I’m a little tired. Should have gone to bed earlier last night,” he said with a laugh. Damian looked at him out the corner of his eye but said nothing and continued eating his pie.

“This pie is made with quality,” Damian said and Jon smiled.

“Better than Alfred’s?”

“Different. Alfred makes amazing meat pies but he never quite understood American pies,” Damian answered. Jon nodded.

“I have to work the rest of the week,” he warned Damian.

“I have plenty of paperwork to keep me busy,” Damian answered. Jon knew he never had to worry about Damian that way. He always kept busy. This was probably his longest break.

The next 3 weeks consisted of getting up early to care for the animals before Jon left to work at the local paper. Damian would jog 3 miles down the dirt road that the Kent farm sat at the end of. By the end of the first week, a few of the neighbors would even wave at him. Jon counted himself as having the will of a Green Lantern to leave before Damian returned every morning. Damian was a sight to behold in his post workout glow pre-shower. He would come home and most of the time Damian was cooking dinner for him. Jon was really falling for the domestics of it all.

“Don’t get used to it, Kent,” Damian warned after Jon complimented an amazing dish Damian made. “Once school starts I can not act as a housewife to you.”

“You aren’t- Dami, you’re far from a housewife,” Jon sputtered. “I know that Flamebird has been seen in metropolis a few times this week alone.”

“Well, I needed to keep busy,” Damian said with a shrug. “Eat your eggplant.”

“I’ve probably eaten more vegetables this week than I have since I would summer with Ma,” Jon said. “But this is pretty good.”

“You’re welcome,” Damian said with a pleased smile. After dinner they sat on the swing on the porch and swung as they watched the sunset like an old married couple. Damian looked at Jon more often than he needed to as they talked about nothing. Jon was so pretty in the golden light. His bright blue eye and freckles looked adorable to Damian.

“And then in August we harvest-“ Jon had been saying before Damian cupped his face and pushed his lips against Jon’s. It was rough and their teeth clanged together and Jon pulled back with an “ow.”

“Shit,” Damian said, moving to get up. “I shouldn’t have- forget I-“

“Wait,” Jon said and Damian froze. He looked so uncertain and Jon had never seen that before. “Can we- can we try again?”

“You don’t have to pity me,” Damian said curtly, getting up. “Forget I did that. I apologize,” he said going inside.

Jon sat for a minute in shock. He had been in love with Damian forever and Damian finally kissed him and he couldn’t even enjoy it. Jon went inside and stood in front of Damian’s door. His hand tentatively considered knocking but Jon couldn’t do it. Just as he turned to walk away, Damian opened his door.

“I have to go to Gotham,” he said suddenly.

“What? If it’s me, you don’t have to leave,” Jon said quickly.

“No. My brothers need me,” Damian said and Jon noticed he had his suit on under his clothing.

“Do I need to come?”

“No. It’s okay. I’ll be back later this week hopefully,” Damian said dashing outside. The screen door swung and slapped the doorframe loudly. Jon ran on the porch.

“Week?” He called as Damian’s car pulled out the drive.

Jon fretted and obsessively watched the news everyday. Krypto was getting anxious without his 3 mile jog every morning. Late on the fourth day after Damian left, Jon heard the front door open. He raced to the door. Damian looked weary and had a slight limp.

“Hi,” Jon said looking Damian over and Damian offered a tired smile. Nothing broken. “Do you need help?”

“No. I need to sleep and I will be fine,” Damian said stubbornly. Jon rolled his eyes and helped him to his bed.

“Do you need anything?”

“No thank you. I will probably sleep late tomorrow,” Damian warned.

“Sure. Of course,” Jon said slowly closing the door as Damian fell asleep. Jon barely slept that night and got up early and called out of work for the day. Damian got up uncharacteristically late around 10 am.

“How are you?” Jon asked, offering him coffee. Damian took the drink before sitting next to Jon. He had a black eye and that limp was still around. The sun shone in bright in the kitchen and Damian was once again reminded the vast difference between smallville and Gotham.

“I’m fine. Thanks,” he said quietly. Jon didn’t want to pounce Damian the first second he got home but it was very hard to not want to talk about the kiss.

“You got mail,” Jon said, handing Damian a big Manila envelope that had come in the day before. Damian wordlessly opened it as he sipped coffee.

“Oh it’s yours,” he handed it over to Jon. Jon opened it with a confused look.

It was a deed. The Kent farm deed. The Kent farm deed in Jon’s name. He looked up at Damian who had a tired half smile.

“It’s in my name. You put it in my name,” he said. “W-why?”

“It’s the Kent farm. There’s too many things with the Wayne name on it,” he shrugged. “Plus I’m far from a farmer. It should be yours.”

“God Damian,” Jon said with tears in his eyes. He pulled Damian into a hug who squawked a protest that Jon ignored. “Thank you. I can’t- thank you,” he said wetly. Damian ignored how Jon was quietly crying on him. His grandma and dad passing had affected him hard and Damian knew he was crying over more than a house and land.

“You’re welcome,” Damian finally whispered and Jon cried even harder. Damian softly pat his back awkwardly. Jon leaned back but didn’t let Damian go. He gazed at Damian with the softest look.

“God Damian,” Jon repeated. “Do you even know how much I love you?”

Damian froze and just blinked at Jon who had pulled back but not out of the hug. “What?” He simply said and Jon’s face started to contort in pain. “Hold on,” Damian said and Jon warily looked at him. Damian knew he had to lean in or Jon would take it back and Damian would be too scared to do anything until Jon did this again. And he wasn’t sure how long Jon would wait.

Damian gently cupped Jon’s face in his hands and Jon breathed in quickly. Damian was clearly nervous. Damian noted how his face was soft and his skin warm. This time he gently bent over and softly pressed his lips against Jon’s. Jon quickly reacted by leaning in toward Damian. Jon could feel the rough pads of Damian’s fingers and taste the coffee Damian had been drinking. After a short while, Damian pulled back but not away.

“I truly care for you too,” he said softly and Jon grinned. “I’ve cared for you for a long time.”

“Same,” Jon said before leaning in to kiss Damian again. Damian kissed for another few seconds before pulling back again. This time Jon tried to follow his lips before stopping. Jon’s breath was erratic and fast. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“No. It’s okay. I’ve just never- I’ve never“ Damian started a bit lost for words. Jon understood what he meant.

“You’ve never been with a man,” Jon said gently.

“I’ve never taken the time for relationships with anyone. I’ve always been too busy,” Damian admitted. He played with the edge of a napkin nervously. He would never openly admit to being worried that his lack of experience was a flaw.

“We can go slow. Whatever you want,” Jon said and he finally looked at Damian the way he had never let himself before: like he was in love with him. Damian nodded.

“I’ve just never found anyone that interesting. I mean, beside you. After a while. I wanted to throw you off a bridge at first,” Damian said and Jon smiled.

“I know. You told me,” Jon said. “We should go out to eat. There’s a place downtown that has vegan options.”

“I didn’t even know there was a downtown here,” Damian admitted and Jon laughed.

“It’s a small town. Not a hut in the woods.”

The place wasn’t ‘rush hour’ packed but had plenty of tables with patrons. Damian and Jon sat at a booth and Damian almost couldn’t handle the lovey way Jon was looking at him. Jon was staring at Damian like he was the moon, even though Damian stood out like a sore thumb in the rural town in his turtleneck and dress slacks. But that was his comfort clothing and he had given up on fitting in long ago.

“I’m going to the restroom. Order for me?” Damian asked and Jon nodded. As Damian walked towards the back of the restaurant, a man in a brown jacket and rubber boots purposefully shoved Damian with his shoulder as he walked by. Damian turned to glare at him.

“Sorry, didn’t see any fruitcakes around here,” the guy said and Damian bristled. Before he could make a scene, Jon moved over to them.

“Hi Tyler. Do we have a problem here?” Jon said uncharacteristically cold. That guy didn’t realize that he picked the worst pair to insult. Tyler looked between Damian and Jon before deciding the fight wasn’t worth it.

“Nothing worth it,” Tyler said turning around. “Bad enough to bring a fruitcake to town, it had to a brown one too,” he muttered and Damian stiffened. He knew that he got looks when he went into town. He was probably the only person that spoke more than English or Spanish in town and certainly the only one to speak Arabic.

But before Damian could do anything else but feel disgust, Jon had punched the guy in the face. Well it was more of a flick with his fist but the guy went down like a rock. Damian hid his smile as him and Jon were hurried out of the restaurant with their food to go by a worried waitress who apologized to the pair.

As they walked back to the pickup truck, Damian reached out and grabbed Jon’s hand who lit up almost instantly. Damian ignored the butterflies in his stomach as he walked. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Jon either.

“You know, it’s not everyday that a guy gets Superman to defend his honor,” Damian said quietly but playfully and Jon laughed.

“Can’t handle bigots. I’ll let you punch the next one,” Jon said with a shrug.

“I would have punched that one,” Damian answered. He turned and pulled Jon to face him before taking his free hand that wasn’t carrying a bag. Damian gently cupped Jon’s face to place a kiss on Jon’s lips before going back to walking. Jon had a stupid smile all the way back home.

#Damian Wayne x Jon kent #Damian Wayne #damijon #mlm dc fanfic #Jon kent #robin x Superboy #Damian is flamebird and Jon is Superman #Jon kent x Damian Wayne #fns pride edition

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kimnjss · 4 years ago

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caught camming | jjk

⇢ fic type: drabble ⇢ genre: smut ⇢ word count: 1K ⇢ theme/rating: boyfriend’s best friend. // explicit. ⇢ warnings: quiet pining. mentions of intercourse. some non bro code acts. masturbation. caught in an awkward position. reader is a camgirl. ⇢ synopsis: there’s something about his best friend’s girlfriend that jungkook just can’t shake. no matter how hard he tries he finds it impossible to get you off his mind. ⇢ A/N: this came as a reaction request, but they all got a bit too long to just be reactions... so expect six more of these little drabbles lmao.

It had been a few months since you and Joon decided to solidify your relationship and meet his friends. Had been dating for a while before then, but he had been nervous to introduce you. At first, you thought he was ashamed of you. The job you had wasn't exactly... conventional, so maybe he was uncomfortable to let his friends know.

He's so quick to fuck that thought out of your mind, reminding you over and over again how into the fact you were a cam-girl he was. When it came down to it, though. He was worried about his friends and how they'd react, he didn't think they'd judge you – his friends were good guys.

Simply put, he didn't want to share you. Knew how great and sexy you were and all it would take is a quick Google search and they'd know too. A reason that is nothing but selfish, so he's setting it aside to call his friends. Making dinner plans for the eight of you.

They love you, as predicted. Some more than others... from the moment you were walking in with your am looped with Joon's, Jungkook can't take his eyes off you. Asked about nine times if he knew you from somewhere and around the tenth time, it's clicking in his mind.

You can tell from the darkness in his cheeks, the way he seemed to avoid eye contact as if he invaded you in some type of way. It's a reaction that you're no stranger to and you would've been offended if you didn't already know how sweet of a guy Jungkook was. He was just embarrassed to be sitting across from the girl he's been beating his dick off to for the past few months.

No one else seems to recognize you and if they do, they're way better at hiding it then their youngest member.

Namjoon is ecstatic that his friends love you so much and it's not long before you're adopted into the group. Funnily enough, though, Jungkook is never around when you are. Just heading in or getting ready to leave whenever you're walking though the door. He doesn't talk to you much and although you don't really care – it bothers Joon like crazy.

So much that he's setting aside time to formally speak to him about the issue. You had spent the night before at his place, left early in the morning after pressing wet kisses to your boyfriend's lips. You had to go get ready for a stream.

Jungkook is showing up an hour or so after you've gone. Not saying a word as he heads to his room. The notification that you've started your stream lighting up his phone. He ad tried to resist, couldn't be the guy who gets off to his best friend's girlfriend. You just... you were so pretty and tight. Had a crush on you from the moment he found your page and it only got worse now that he knew you.

Saw difference sides of you that you didn't show your viewers. He knew how you looked in the morning after a long night of being fucked... by his best friend. Knew the sound of your real laugh, not the exaggerated giggle you put on for the camera. Jungkook knew you. And he couldn't have you, which made knowing you that much more frustrating.

He doesn't spend much time talking himself out of it. Had spent months after meting you ignoring the dings he'd get on his phone, but this time he just couldn't hold back. With his shorts tugged down his thighs, his laptop is set at the edge of his bed where he can still see you and spread out at the same time.

You've already taken your shirt off, perfectly round tits laid flat on your chest as the tips of your long nails tug on the drawstring of your basketball shorts. Never one to dress up in those frilly outfits for your lives, always casual... comfortable. Looked like a girlfriend wearing her boyfriend's clothes.

Jungkook's got a firm grip on his cock, groaning when he feels it throb in his palm. Already rock hard from the way he's been neglecting himself. It's when you kneel up, shimmying your cute hips out of the shorts does he see it. The very familiar bleach stain at the leg of those shorts. His shorts. You were wearing his shorts.

Not sure if you even noticed, probably thought you were stealing your boyfriend's clothes from the hamper. But those were his. Tossed off camera to reveal that you had bee completely bare underneath, he's groaning hand stroking over his length moving in time with your fingers on your clit.

So mesmerized and enthralled with the sight of you, Jungkook doesn't hear the knock on the door. Or the mumbled question of whether or not he's awake. What he does hear is the startled gasp that leaves his friend's lips. Easily able to lace the sound of your moans coming from the laptop speaker.

The younger boy is scrambling to cover himself all while trying to conceal the happenings on the screen. But, he's too late. Namjoon had seen what he had been watching, there was no way around it. The awkward tension seems to grow in the room, Joon not knowing what to say as he shuffles the weight from one foot to the other.

“I... uhm,” Clearing his throat he has no words for this situation. No idea how he should even feel at this point. Jungkook staring up at him with wide eyes, thoroughly embarassed. “I'll just... nevermind,”

There's another awkward pause before Joon is turning to leave the room, leaving Jungkook to flop back onto his mattress. Completely mortified.

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set-phasers-to-whump · 3 years ago

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trapped

prompt: trapped (alt no.10)

whumpee: nick burkhardt

fandom: grimm

hi i am not going to sugarcoat it this fic is really bad. i had a longer day than expected and suddenly all my motivation to write was gone. very poor luck but such is life. anyways this is a pre-nick/hank fic ft the classic trapped in an elevator trope (which i cannot believe i haven’t written before - will def be writing it again but better at some later point lmao)

They chase their suspect through the hallways of the under-construction apartment building, slipping through piles of material and sidestepping heavy equipment. The suspect bangs through the door into the stairwell, and Hank hurries to follow him.

“We can cut him off with the elevator,” Nick suggests, pointing to the shiny metal doors directly next to the stairwell. “He has to be leaving the building, there’s nowhere else for him to go.”

Without further ado, they both rush into the elevator. Nick presses the button for the ground floor, and he and Hank both lean up against the walls, catching their breath after the intense chase.

After a second or two, the elevator jolts, shudders, and then stops moving.

“Are we…?”

“Stuck.”

They both sigh and then try to pry open the doors. They’re caught between floors and even with their combined strength they can’t wedge the doors open far enough to even try to escape.

“I’ll call for backup,” Hank says, already dialing.

“Sounds good.”

Five minutes later, help has been dispatched to arrive in approximately twenty minutes - one team to try and chase down the suspect, another to free the two of them from the elevator.

“We might as well settle in to wait,” Hank figures, sliding down against the wall in one corner of the car. Nick follows suit in the opposite corner, and for a couple minutes they sit in silence, both of them staring at the floor as though it’s the most interesting thing they’ve ever seen.

“…Hank?” Nick says, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m bleeding.”

“What?” He’s on his feet in an instant, crossing the elevator car and crouching beside his partner. “Where?”

Nick adjusts his jacket and lifts the torn hem of his shirt to reveal a large bloody gash across his stomach.

“What happened?” Hank asks, already in the process of taking off his coat and balling it up to use to apply pressure.

“I don’t…I’m not sure. There was some scaffolding at one point, maybe? Or maybe I fell on something, I don’t know.”

“Okay, that’s okay,” Hank says, trying for a calming tone. They had been moving quickly, and he well knows how adrenaline can mask pain, can make it hard to remember things. It happens quite frequently in their line of work. “How are you feeling?”

Nick shrugs lopsidedly. “I’m fine. The adrenaline’s starting to wear off, though. I can actually feel it now. It’s not bad at all.” Hank can tell he’s trying to sound put together and unbothered, but he knows Nick well enough to know that he’s hurting and afraid underneath all that. Perfectly understandable, not that Nick would agree.

Hank checks his watch. “Help is still fifteen minutes out. You good til then?”

“Yeah.”

For a minute or two they sit in silence, Hank keeping pressure on the wound and Nick very obviously trying to pretend like everything is fine.

“You know you don’t have to be fine about...this,” Hank says, when the silence has become uncomfortable and tense. “It’s just us here.”

“What?”

“I just mean, you’re allowed to be hurting around me. I’m not gonna start thinking of you any differently. You’re the strongest person I know, but that doesn’t mean you can’t ever feel anything.”

Hank’s talking about more than just this (all things considered) fairly mild injury, he knows. He’s seen Nick get broken and hurt, time and time again, but his partner never seems to let himself actually feel those pains - at least, not in front of anyone else. It drives Hank crazy, the thought of Nick forcing himself to be constantly fine, putting up walls around himself so nobody else will see his pain.

“Look, I know you’re hurting and you know you’re hurting and there’s no point in pretending otherwise. You might as well just - just admit it, okay?”

For a long moment, Nick simply looks at him, his eyes just slightly too bright beneath the harsh overhead lights.

“It hurts,” he mutters after a few seconds, quiet and quick. “But it’s really not - look, Hank, we both know I’ve had a lot worse.”

“That’s not the point!” Hank snaps, with more anger behind his words than he’d intended. “I know you’ve had worse - and believe me, that’s not comforting at all - but it’s not like you’ve ever told me how much pain you were in, it’s not like you ever asked me to - to, I don’t know, help you or, or comfort you, or anything! You act like all the pain doesn’t bother you, but I know it does. So just - just let me help you for once, okay?”

There’s a moment after that where they both just sit there, looking at each other. Hank...hadn’t really meant to say that. He’d wanted to, sure, but he’d never actually planned on having the words leave his mouth. But they’re stuck in here and everything feels slightly to the left of real and he’d very much wanted to say all that, and now he has.

“I didn’t - I mean, I wanted to say that, but I didn’t mean to,” Hank explains quickly. “Just...look, I really care about you, okay? That’s the most important thing here.”

After a long silence, Nick says, “I’m sorry.”

“What? Why?”

“I know I...I hide things from you. A lot of things. I’m not great with feelings - any feelings - and I don’t like being vulnerable so I never...I never tell you this stuff. But I really care about you, too, and I didn’t mean to -”

Hank cuts him off. “It’s okay, Nick. I get it. And I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, but I want you to know that you don’t need to suffer alone.”

They’re already pressed close together, but Nick closes the distance between them even more, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Hank despite the bleeding wound in his torso. Hank manages to keep pressure on it with one hand while returning the embrace with the other.

“Thanks,” Nick whispers into Hank’s shoulder. He sniffs and then shifts his position like he’s trying to mask the sound. The movement must put extra strain on his injury, though, because he makes a quiet noise of pain. Despite this, he doesn’t try to pull away - on the contrary, he presses himself closer still, and despite the pain Hank knows he’s in, he feels Nick’s body relax slightly in his embrace.

“Of course,” Hank returns. “I’m always gonna be here for you, got that?”

He feels Nick smile slightly against his shoulder. “I know.”

thanks for reading! i know this wasn’t very good and i’m guessing probably pretty ooc but this was written very like, stream of conscious hmm-maybe-i-need-me-something-like-this type feeling, you know? anyways i love you and hope you’re having a good night/day!

#whumptober2021 #altno.10 #trapped #fic #fandom #grimm #nick burkhardt #cut #emotional whump #my writing #i say things #sorry about. this. it is terrible but such is life. i am so tired lmaoooooo

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ressyfaerie · 4 years ago

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Hello again! if you have time and you want to, here yo have the official request to continue the “buying an entire fleet to get a boys attention by Johnny McGregor” lol As far as *sexy*, it's ok whatever...we got two big egos at play, sky's the limit 👀

YEEEESS I got really into the JohnnyxKai dynamic… Specifically, because I desperately wanted to make it…. *sexy*. If it’s not exactly what you wanted I am. so. Sorry. I just want Kai to ride this Scotsman so bad 👀 So anyways, I’m popping this into a read more because… Yes. (its a wee bit graphic lmao I’m sorry jesus) Anything in * are Kai’s thoughts!

this is again a warning, NSFW, 18 plus only or I will find where you live and you will go to jail:

Johnny poured expensive wine into an empty glass handing it to Kai.

“Sorry, do you like wine?”

This restaurant was more than fancy, it was almost uncomfortably posh.

Kai took it, taking a delicate sip, “it’s alright, sometimes necessary to get through long business dinners.”

Johnny poured himself a glass, “do you want me to order you something else?”

“Why? Are you trying to get me drunk?” Kai grinned into the wine glass, taking another elegant sip.

“No, I don’t want you drunk, drinking is just something business partners do, isn’t it?”

Kai detected his remark, “business partners, huh? Is that why you asked me out for dinner, *partner*?”

“Dinner was personal.” Johnny leaned back in his chair, admiring Kai’s long-flight-post-business look.

A waiter arrived with their food, placing the plates down in front of them.

“Even after you give me my ships back, I’m not doing business with you.”

“Don’t worry Kai, I’ll sell you your ships back, at a good price too. I know you’ll end up wanting to do business with me soon- but that’s not what this dinner is about.” Johnny cut up a piece of steak and popped it in his mouth off a fork.

Kai watched him eat, for some reason, entranced, he shook his head, it had been too long.

“So then what is this dinner about?” Kai stabbed a fork into his own food while keeping eye contact.

“It wasn’t obvious? This is a date.”

“Hey, loudmouth- we’re in a classy restaurant,” Kai threatened.

“Right, sorry.”

Kai started to nibble on his own food, in a much lower voice he asked, “what makes you so certain I’m gay?”

Johnny let out a loud fast laugh, it surprised Kai.

“I’ve known you for years Kai, if you’re not gay- I’ll eat my kilt.”

Kai blinked confused.

*Kilt? What is this word?*

“Kilt?” Kai asked confused, accidentally letting an accent slip out.

Johnny stopped mid-chew, “you don’t know what a kilt is?”

Kai shook his head.

“It’s like… A traditional skirt for men.”

Kai just looked more confused.

“It’s plaid, it’s that getup Scottish guys wear.”

“It’s a skirt?”

“Yeah, but for guys.”

“So you’re… Crossdressing?”

“No!” Johnny laughed, something the great Kai Hiwatari didn’t know- it was amusing. “Why do you ask Kai? Is that something you’re into?”

Johnny’s version of teasing was different than what Kai was used to, and he was into it.

“Depends,” the answer Kai gave left lots of options open, he still wasn’t so sure where he wanted this night to go.

Johnny grinned, now finishing off his meal, “do you want to see what a kilt is?”

Kai had been around, he knew an invitation to someone’s place when he heard one.

Kai propped an elbow on the table, and leaned into his hand, keeping his fingers close to his lips, he looked Johnny up and down, clearly judging him.

“Not good enough for you Hiwatari?” Johnny tried to play off the personality of a tough top, but Kai detected a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Kai still judged him with a stoic expression.

Johnny wiped his face with a fabric napkin, “I want to see you more than once, you’re not obligated to stay the night, we can just have fun.”

Kai, who was lost in thought, weighed his options. He lowered his hand and raised the still full wine glass, taking a sip, “fine Johnny, show me what your kilt looks like.”

Making casual conversation they piled into a cab.

Kai leaned on the window, staring out into London traffic. He was completely lost in thought, debating if it was a good idea to let himself get absolutely fucking railed tonight.

“Are you alright Kai?” Johnny seemed concerned.

Kai was flung out of his head for a moment, he turned to him, “yeah I’m fine”.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to come to my place if you don’t want to, you know?”

Kai looked Johnny up and down. He reached towards him and let his hand fall on his thigh. He slid it up and down in slow, gentle movements, “I’m certain.”

Johnny’s face blushed. The driver was distracted, thank god.

“You sure like to take initiative…” Johnny was a talker, Kai- not so much.

“Yeah,” Kai answered simply, while dragging his fingertips further up his thigh, he felt the rim of his boxers under his pant leg and lingered there.

The car stopped, the driver let them know they had reached their destination. Kai pulled his hand away, Johnny debated asking the driver to go around the block but decided that would be weird, and unnecessary, since the silver-haired man was coming up to his apartment anyway.

Outside the car, Johnny used a fancy key to automatically unlock the front entrance to an extravagant building. Kai noticed he had taste, his company wasn’t worth nearly as much as his, but he sure liked to live like it was.

They got into an elevator. Johnny clicked a button for a top floor.

“Sorry, sometimes the elevator ride is long.”

“No problem.” Kai stared at the ceiling in a daze.

“You sure you’re alright?”

“I’m perfectly fine.” Kai let his eyes fall on Johnny, he decided to show him just how fine he was.

Fast as lightning, Kai grabbed Johnny’s scruff of his shirt and threw him against the elevator wall aggressively.

“Kai! Woah-” Johnny was pleasantly surprised, and wore a grin the whole time.

Kai wrapped his arms around his neck and arched his back, leaning his whole body into him, “I told you- I’m *fine*.”

“Hah-” Johnny started to laugh, then the elevator door dinged, Kai pushed himself off as fast as he had come on.

The end of the hall was where Johnny’s room was, he unlocked the door and led Kai in.

Inside, the place was surprisingly clean, minimalistic too.

“This isn’t my main house if you’re wondering.” Johnny grinned, “it’s just where I stay when I have business in town.”

Kai nodded, he was uncomfortable with silence and inaction.

Johnny gestured to the couch, “sit down, can I get you anything to drink?”

Kai accepted the offer and made himself comfortable on the couch, “whatever you’re having is fine.”

“Blackberry Brandy?”

“Sure.”

Johnny poured two glasses in the kitchen and came back to Kai, he handed him a glass, Kai took a sip, it was strong.

“Did you still want to see that kilt?” Johnny loomed over him.

Kai stared up at him, his presence overtop of him seemed to spark something deep inside of him.

“Yeah,” Kai managed to keep his voice from shaking, “please,” he added.

The please really did it for Johnny, he handed him his glass and disappeared into his room.

Alone on the couch, Kai debated what was going on.

*Johnny? Really? Is it because it’s been so long- Or because I’m stressed?*

Kai took another sip of the brandy, he didn’t want to drink too much that it would hinder his conscience.

“Hey, pass me that.” His voice came from behind the couch.

Kai turned his head to the side, finding Johnny right there, only a few inches away.

Kai raised his glass, Johnny grabbed it from his other side, taking a sip over his head.

“Alright Hiwatari, this is it.” He waltzed around the couch wearing his traditional kilt.

Kai chuckled when he saw it, “I know those, I’ve seen pictures, I didn’t know they were a skirt-”

Johnny got a bit closer to him, he did a bit of a twirl to show it off. He could tell Kai liked it.

But Kai was still off in his own world. Johnny needed to get him out of there if they were going to have a good time. The Scotsman appeared in front of Kai, throwing a knee on the couch beside him. His kilt covered the front of Kai’s knees. Kai kept his eyes on his chest, he swallowed hard.

“Are you sure you’re alright Kai?”

Kai appreciated that he was genuinely worried about him, Kai looked up, making eye contact with him, and gifting him with his full attention.

“The truth Johnny? It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex-”

The word got caught in his throat a bit, Kai cursed mentally, he didn’t want to seem out of practice.

Johnny used his open hand to caress Kai’s chin, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to- I told you, I want to see you more than once.”

Kai’s biggest issue was he didn’t know if he could trust Johnny, he wanted to get it, he really did- but he was painfully aware he had to be very careful who he trusted, especially in bed, especially if he wanted to be a bottom.

“I want you to fuck me- But it’s been a long time-” Kai looked to the side unable to make eye contact when he admitted it.

Johnny was caught completely off guard, he stuttered, “I- um- you, really want to?”

Kai nodded.

“I’ll need words, Kai.”

“Yes, I want it- I want to get- absolutely…” His words trailed off, he felt awkward saying it, it felt blasphemous.

“What do you want?”

Kai slid his hand under the Scotsman's kilt with the leg he had propped so close to his own.

Johnny raised his eyebrows wondering where he was going with this.

Kai dropped his drink on a side table, and all the sudden Johnny had him under his skirt, his head moving up and down in rhythmic patterns.

“Fuck-” Johnny tried to hike up his kilt, but Kai pulled it back down aggressively.

“I want to see you doing it…” the Scotsman begged.

He felt Kai’s mouth pop off, “no.” then he went back to doing the amazing job he was doing.

When Johnny developed his crush he wasn’t sure what to expect of Kai, it was a miracle he was here at all.

“Kai- Ah…” He tried to grab onto his head over top of the fabric but it wouldn’t work.

He had to make Kai stop- it was too good, Kai told him he had to go get ready. Johnny told him where the bathroom was, and he went to go lay on his own bed, contemplating what the hell was actually happening.

He knew he wanted this- but he wasn’t mentally prepared to actually see *Kai Hiwatari* like this.

An hour later, Johnny was more than aware of what kind of power-bottom Kai was. Jumping on top of him like he was dehydrated, and his body was an oasis.

Kai folded his arms behind his head, moaning in just the right way.

Johnny had his hands on his hips, moving him the way he desperately wanted to be moved.

Kai had waited a long time for this- there were very few people on the planet he could trust to take him- he supposed Johnny was now on that shortlist of people.

Arching his back he could tell it was happening- the end, Johnny stopped grinding him so fast, and he let himself fall as low as possible, exhaling a vocal he didn’t know he could make.

They stayed like that for a while, breathing hard, Kai let himself fall forward, holding on to the Scotsman’s pecs for stabilization as his legs shook. He still wore the kilt, it was hiding his abs, Kai grasped the fabric looking at the mess he made all over it-

“Sorry- was this special to you?” He pointed to the plaid pattern.

“Family heirloom- it’ll wash out.”

“Shit, I’m sorry-”

Johnny laughed and brushed his hand through his silver hair, “That was awesome.”

Later on, Kai was in the shower, Johnny had already had one, and was in the kitchen finishing off his glass, sipping it with a grin he couldn’t wipe off his face.

There was a knock on the door, he thought it odd, visitors at this hour?

He looked out the peephole, he saw familiar purple hair, he opened the door, “Robert?!”

Olivier and Enrique followed, they all walked in over comfortable and started greeting him and talking, mentioning they were in town and decided to stop by.

“This might not be a good time guys-”

Enrique sprawled on the couch, “oh do you have a friend over?” He emphasized ‘friend’, “Sorry!”

Johnny rolled his eyes, Robert continued talking- but he was cut off by the bedroom door opening.

Kai walked out shirtless with a towel around his waist, drying his hair with a smaller towel, “Johnny-” he started but his face turned to panic when he realized they had a full house.

There was a long silence.

Robert spoke up first, he looked at Johnny “Holy shit, you actually pulled it off?” He began to laugh uncontrollably.

Kai kept rubbing his hair with the towel, then he spoke.

“Just because this happened, doesn’t mean I’m doing any of you any business favours.”

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peakyswritings · 4 years ago

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Start your life again

Requested by: @lilywinchesterlove

A/N: Maybe it’s more angsty than you wanted it to be, but it seemed like the only way to represent it to me⭐️ also, it turned out a lot longer than I expected lmao

Summary: when you kill your abusive husband, you need help to hide the body

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING for domestic violence, attempt of murder, threats of murder, actual murder and description of death, manipulative behaviour, strong language, angst

The gif is not mine, credits to the owner

You flinched as you heard the front door slam, hurrying to finish making dinner with shaking hands. You had completely lost track of time and now you feared the consequences. Edward hated when he came home from work and dinner wasn’t ready yet. He also hated when it was cold, so you had to perfectly calculate the time you would need to cook or he would get angry. He took off his coat and hat and he walked into the kitchen, hugging you from behind and leaving a kiss on your cheek. Your body stiffened at the contact, but you tried your best to hide it. You never knew his intentions, he could be sweet and kind one moment and hit you the following one.

“How come dinner isn’t ready yet, love?” he asked, almost condescendingly, but in his tone you could perceive a hint of threat. You had to think fast.

“Well, I know this is your favourite food and I wanted to make it, since I haven’t in a while, but I forgot that it took some time” you stammered, hoping that he would believe you. He seemed satisfied by your answer, so he said nothing as he sat at the table. You held back a sigh of relief and you put the food in two plates, then you sat in front of him. You started eating in silence, the only things that could be heard were the ticking clock and the sound of the cutlery. There was a strange atmosphere, he was unusually silent and that made you extremely uncomfortable. He was unpredictable when he was quiet. You kind of preferred when he was yelling, because you knew that he was letting out his rage that way, but when he was silent there was no way of knowing what was going on in his head. After what seemed like an eternity, he started talking.

“I heard you’ve been spending a lot of time with the Shelbys” he said, putting down his fork and knife and wiping his mouth with a napkin, taking his time to get to the point. Your heart was beating like crazy in that moment.

“So I asked some questions to some people. Those people told me that you’re working for them”

Your fork fell in the plate and you didn’t dare to look at him.

“Now, what did I say about working?” he calmly asked, putting his elbows on the table and looking at you, waiting for you to answer him.

“That I don’t need to work” you almost whispered, your voice could be barely heard.

“That you don’t need to work” he nodded “and what did I say about the Shelbys?”

“That they’re bad people” your voice cracked “and that I have to stay away from them”

He nodded again.

“So, not only you have disobeyed me and lied to me about working, but have also been seeing the Shelbys” he affirmed, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m...I’m sorry, but I’ve known them all my life, they’re my friends and...” you tried to make excuses, but he interrupted you, letting out a small laugh, but there wasn’t even a shred of fun in it.

“Your friends...”

Suddenly, he got up and threw on the floor everything that was on the table, making you jump from your seat.

“Your friends?” he raised his voice, walking towards you. “What will people think of you, eh? That you’re their slut, that’s what they’ll think” he said through gritted teeth, lowering his voice again. You tried to talk, but he harshly slapped you in the face and grabbed your jaw with his large hand.

“But maybe that’s what you are, eh? Do you think I don’t know that you used to be with one of them before the war?”

You blinked a few times, wondering how it was possible that he knew.

“And what about working, eh? I can perfectly take care about you, I bring enough money in this house. It’s me who brings the money home” he stated, shaking you a little “do you understand?”

You just nodded, knowing that it wasn’t the moment to argue with him.

“I swear, I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you”

The fire in his eyes told you that he wasn’t just threatening you that time. He seemed out of his mind. You had lost the count of the times he had told you that he would kill you in one o of his temper tantrums, but in that moment you seriously feared for your life.

He abruptly moved away, kicking the nearest chair. You took advantage of his distraction to take the gun you kept in one of the drawers, hiding it behind you.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” he asked, clenching his jaw “talk for fuck’s sake”

As much as you tried, the lump in your throat stopped you from talking. He didn’t like that, because he walked towards you again and he slammed you against the wall, pressing his hand on your throat. You grabbed his hand with the one that wasn’t holding the gun, scratching his wrist to free yourself from his grip, but it just made him tighten his hold. You couldn’t breathe nor talk, so you did the only thing you could do to save your life. You shot him. He let you go, bringing a hand on the wound on his stomach and looking at you with wide eyes. Your hands shook as you watched him fall on the ground, you were paralysed while life slowly slipped away from him. He gurgled, laying on his back. He gave you one last look, then his eyes turned lifeless. You looked at him in shock, then you looked at your clothes, full of his blood. You placed the gun on the table, closing your eyes for a moment and taking deep breaths. You walked out of the room without looking back, you couldn’t stand to look at the body that lied on the ground with his eyes still open. You rushed out of the house without even wearing your coat, you looked like a crazy woman while you ran in the dark streets. There was only one person who could help you.

You persistently knocked on John’s door, looking around you. You heard him let out a few curses, then he opened the door.

“Who the fuck...”

He stopped when he saw you. He looked at your teary eyes, at the bruises on your neck and face and at the blood on your clothes. He peered out the door, making sure that no one saw you, then he pulled you in the house, closing the door behind you.

“What happened to you?” he asked you, inspecting you in search of serious injuries. You shook your head.

“The blood isn’t mine” you whispered. He looked at you in confusion.

“I killed him, John” you sobbed “I killed him. I...I didn’t mean to, I swear, but I couldn’t breathe, I knew he would have killed me, I knew...” you started ranting, terror eating you alive.

“Oi” he said to get your attention. He placed his hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eyes “who did you kill?”

You hesitated for a moment.

“Edward”

He sighed, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead, thinking about what to do.

“C’mon” he said, without asking anymore questions and grabbing the keys of his car “we have to hide the body”

******

When you walked into your house, the first thing that caught John’s eyes was the mess around you. Broken glasses and plates lied on the floor, same for a broken chair and a vase. Then he looked at the blood on the wall and at the body that lied in the middle of the kitchen.

“We need a blanket” he said, kneeling next to your dead husband.

You took a blanket and you helped him wrap it around the body.

“Take the gun, we have to get rid of it”

You did as he said and he placed the gun inside the blanket, then you helped him drag the body in his car. You went to Charlie’s yard, where two Blinders were gathered around a fire, drinking and talking. They stood up as soon as they saw John.

“Do you need something, Mr Shelby?” the taller one asked, moving towards you.

He handed them some money, then he pointed to his car.

“Get rid of it”

They took the money and they took care of the body, without asking questions.

“I’ll pay you back” you told him, turning to look at him. He shook his head.

“Don’t be silly. You don’t have to. Now let’s go to your place, I’ll help you clean it up”

******

When you arrived at your house, you cleaned yourself up and changed your clothes, while John cleaned the blood from the kitchen. You washed the dress you were previously wearing, still in shock while you watched the blood mixed with water stain the sink. You couldn’t believe that you killed him. As much as you tried to tell yourself that it was self-defence, that in that moment it was you or him, the sense of guilt kept on growing inside you. His life was over because of you. That realisation echoed inside your head and there was no way you could get it out.

Once you finished, you helped John with the mess in the other room. You were both silent, no one dared to speak in that moment. He had a lot of questions, of course, but he thought that they could wait, he didn’t want to put pressure on you. He knew that something really bad must’ve been going on for you to do something like that. The bruises on your neck were the proof, but he was sure that there was something deeper in that story, something that you never talked about.

When the room was finally clean from the blood and the shattered glass and ceramic, you both set on the couch, looking at the flames in the fireplace. He hesitated for a while, before he started talking.

“Y/n...what happened?” he asked you, turning to look at you.

You sighed, trying to find the right words to say. Truth was, there was no right way to tell him what you had to tell him.

“I don’t know how it all started in the first place, it was gradual, I think...” you stopped for a moment “at the beginning we were happy, we really were, but something changed. It started with relatively small things, like him telling me to stop wearing lipstick, then to stop dressing in a certain way. He got angry if I didn’t listen to him”

You stopped again. You knew it would be hard to talk about it, but you didn’t imagine it would be that hard. John let you talk, giving you all the time you needed.

“At first he shouted when it happened, then he started calling me names...then he started hitting me” your voice cracked, but you tried your best to keep it steady “he didn’t want me to see my friends, he didn’t want me to work, he didn’t want me to see you all. He had to have everything under control. Tonight he found out that I’ve been working for you. He got angry, he said that he would have killed me. He used to say that a lot, but tonight it was different...he meant that”

At that point, you couldn’t stop your tears from falling anymore. You unconsciously brushed the bruises on your neck, as the events of the night happened again and again inside your mind.

“He just...he wouldn’t let me go and...and I killed him”

Your voice was nothing more than a whisper when you said the last sentence. You slowly turned to look at him, afraid of his reaction. He had his jaw clenched while he looked in front of him, trying to stay calm. He wasn’t angry with you, of course, he was angry with that prick of your husband. If he hadn’t been already dead, he would have killed him himself without a second thought. He didn’t ask you why you didn’t tell him, he knew it was a stupid question. He took your hand, looking at you.

“It was the only way...” he started, but you interrupted him.

“No” you shook your head “I pulled the trigger, there’s no excuse for that”

“He would have killed you, Y/n. It was the only way. If you hadn’t pulled the trigger, you wouldn’t be here right now”

You wiped your eyes, not looking at him.

“Oi” he said “it was not your fault, alright? Come here” he said, gesturing for you to hug him.

You wrapped your arms around him, letting him cradle you.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that shit alone. You didn’t deserve it” he stated, gently stroking your hair “but you’re not alone, alright? I’m here with you, I’m not going anywhere”

You found comfort in his words and you felt protected in his arms. You didn’t remember the last time someone had been that gentle with you. In that moment, you wondered how your life would have been if the two of you never broke up. If war hadn’t taken him away from you, changing him and breaking him.

“I know it’s hard, but you have to start your life again. You deserve it. And I’ll be by your side, no matter what”

You knew that it would be hard to start your life again, to live with the awareness of what you did, to forgive yourself. You knew that what happened would have stayed with you until the day of your death. You also knew that it would be hard to trust again and accept that you didn’t need to fear for your life anymore. That you were safe. But you knew that you weren’t alone. And in that moment, you trusted the man in front of you with your life.

#peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fics #john shelby x reader #john shelby imagine

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honey-subs · 4 years ago

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im the person that said abt the emperor au yoongs 😳 so like idk im not a writer but what if like y/n was like a badass trained fighter and yoons then saw how y/n had a lot of strength and wanted her to be his empress or sum shit like that, and yunki goes to tell his bodyguards (???) to bring y/n to his palace. and then yunki realised that he saw y/n was like a rlly cool ass bitch and he just feels small n subby once he sees her JSJJD this is a mess lmao, and also you dont have to answer this!

Emperor - Min Yoongi

*they included a part two* (2) more emperor yoon idea cuz im a hoe ✋🏻✋🏻 so like he sees y/n and then decided to give himself to him and brings y/n too his ahem bedroom and then yknow yknow ;)) NDJDJDN im crying laughing im so bad at explaining.

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⤷pairing - yoongi x reader

⤷genre - smut, fluff

⤷summary - min yoongi needed an empress but none of the ones he met suited his interests, until he met you.

⤷warnings - kingdom!au, slight slow burn, fluff, angst, slight somno, hanjobs, teasing, dirty talk, mentions of wet dreams, this is like 90% plot, and 10% smut. enjoy though.

⤷also, this is probably the LONGEST thing i’ve ever written on here, and idk how much i like it. it’s awkward in some spots but enjoy.

⤷i changed it a bit, hope this is okay!

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(this yoongi but with short black hair)

yoongi always hated being emperor. since he was a child and learned that he would soon take over the kingdom, he resented it. he had no interest in it, but after his father died, he had no choice but to become emperor, and he hated every second of it.

today was like all the other days through the first week in the month. yoongi was forced to sit in his throne, watching a line of hundreds of women came through, wanting to be his empress, some were forced to go as they were available and not with anyone yet, but most truly wanted to be over the entire palace.

all of the girls were the same, timid and shy. they all wore the same thing as well, long, elegant dresses with their finest of jewels and gold on. with a wave of his hand, he sent them off with a flick of his hand, barely even looking at them anymore.

but, there was one girl that happened to catch his eye. he was too busy waving off the other girl, but just as he turned to look at the line of girls again, you came up. he’d never seen anyone in the palace like you before. you were the complete opposite of all the rest of the girls, you weren’t timid or shy, in fact, you seemed confident, and sure of yourself. you also didn’t wear any revealing, long, or elegant dresses. you wore — what most common women would consider to be outlandish— jeans, and a pretty blouse with heels that made sure you were seen.

he put his hand back down upon looking at you, leaning forward to get a better look at you. “what’s your name?” he asked. this shocked everyone else in the throne room. it even shocked the line of girls standing behind you. “y/n, sir.” you told him. he smiled. your voice was loud, it wasn’t soft, it was almost dominating in a way. he liked that. “guards, i pick her.” he voiced, looking at you with a small smile.

you were shocked even yourself. you’d came to the kingdom as a joke, and you’re going to be crowned empress within the day. “y-you’re sure, emperor?” the guards asked, taking small steps towards you. “absolutely positive.” he said. still staring at you.

“everyone else out, i’ve found my empress!” yoongi told the long line of girls. some where in shock, but still walked away never the less. then, once everyone was gone, it was simply you, yoongi, and two of his best guards in the room. “please, make her comfortable in my room? i’ve got a few things to finish first, but i’ll be there in a minute.” he ordered, the guards. one of the guards smiled at you. “follow us, miss.” he told you, leading you out of the throne room and into the wide halls. they took you past the kitchen, dining room, and living room, all the way to his bedroom.

they opened the door for you, and you stepped in, allowing yourself to be amazed. his room was the size of your entire cottage. “we’ll be outside of the door miss, if you need anything. also, you can take your heels off if you’d like, emperor won’t mind.” he says, a small smile playing at his lips.

“thank you, sir.” you told him, taking off the heels. he closed the door behind him, and you immediately looked around the room, looking from corner to corner at the amazingly elegant room. diamond chandeliers we’re on the ceiling, glowing slightly as light illuminated them. the bed was possibly the most beautiful; it was undeniably huge. the bedspread was absolutely gorgeous. you sat onto the bed, sighing softly at how soft it felt. slowly, you sat farther into it, moving so that you were at the top between the plentiful pillows with your legs crossed, taking in everything.

your ears perked as you heard light footsteps. the door opened to reveal the emperor. “are you okay?” he asked once his eyes landed on you. “i’m fine, just taking it all in, emperor.” you told him, scooting over on the bed to make room. for him. “i realize the could be a bit much and overwhelming, so i apologize for that. and please, call me yoongi,” he told you, trying to get you to relax and make you comfortable. “may i ask you a question?” you asked, slowly letting your guard down. “always.” he said.

“why did you pick me?” it was an honest question. you weren’t like any of the other girls there. “because you were different, confident, and sure about yourself.” he shrugged. “everyone else was the same, but you weren’t and that intrigued me.” he explained. you nodded your head. “you’re really nice, yoongi. not at all how everyone paints you.” you told him. he looked down. “thank you, people paint me as mean or ungrateful.” he said. you urged him to continue. “it’s not that i hate it here, i just- if i was going to become emperor, i wanted to do it by myself. not be born into it.” he said.

“i understand that completely.” you empathized. “i’m not mean, i just don’t like to talk a lot and people perceive that as me being mean.” he explained. you nodded, finally understanding. “are you hungry or anything? do you want to do something? or do you want to stay here and talk?” he asked, changing the subject. “i don’t have any clothes here, could i get tailored for some while we talk?” you countered. “sure.” he got out of the bed himself, and helped you out soon after.

the both of you talked some more as you walked down a hallway, the guards following close behind. he led you to a room, and when you walked in, the shelves were wracked with clothes of all sorts and colors. there was a small lady there as well, hanging some of the clothes up on racks. she heard the door open and turned towards us. “hi, sir. how may i help you today?” she asked, bowing. “i assume you’ve heard the news, rose? this is the woman i’ve chosen to become my empress. i need her to be tailored...?” he asked the woman called rose politely. she nodded her head, and pulled you towards the stand.

yoongi let his hands drop as you pulled from his arms. rose began getting measuring tape and pins. without being asked, yoongi turned away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. you silently thanked him as you allowed rose to undress you and, wrap the measuring tape around your stomach, your chest, and your hips. “is there anything else we could do after this?” you asked to break the silence. “always, we could sit in on the guards practice, it’s usually entertaining.” he chuckled at a memory. “or we could eat or simply watch tv. whatever you’d like.” he said, and you could just about hear the smile in his voice.

“could we sit in on the guards?” you asked, still slightly reserved. “of course.” he affirmed. “alrighty dear! i have your measurements! i’m sure, if i go ahead and get to work, i can have some clothes made for you by tomorrow!” she said with a smile, helping you down from the tiny step. “please, rose, take your time.” you said. “i don’t want to overwork you.” she seemed shocked for a tiny second before hugging you and looking over your shoulder at yoongi. “i like her, she’s a keeper.” she pulls away from you with a warm smile. yoongi smiles back at her, a knowing glint in his eye.

you give rose one last smile before linking arms with yoongi, and walking out of the door. “the armory is down the hall, we can sit in with the guards if you’re still interested.” he offered, allowing you to walk in step with him. you nodded your head, allowing him to lead you down the hall.

yoongi stepped into the armory first, and then you, people immediately smiling when they saw the two of you. the bowed to you politely, and then went back to their training. you and yoongi sat on the side on a small bench, and you watched with excited eyes as they practiced with guns and knives.

yoongi took a moment of you letting your guard down to truly admire you. he liked how your eyes twinkled in excitement whenever a guard got a bullseye, or the way your lips upturned whenever you spotted the guards competing. he admired your features at well, like your lips, your eyes, your pufffy cheeks. he found himself with a smile on his own face as he watched how excited for you.

he wasn’t expecting you to turn to him so quickly, so when you did, he looked away with a blush. “may i try?” you asked, excitement laced in your voice as you practically bounced on the seat. “of course, y/n. this is now your palace as well.” he said, the link blush still on the tips of his ears. you stood up and went towards on of the guards, asking to try yourself.

the guard handed over the knives with a bow, and stood behind you as he watched. taking a deep breath, you stand in center with the target before picking a knife to throw. you build your stance, and, as everyone watched, you threw the knife hitting it perfectly in the center of the target. you smiled, and began throwing the other knives with deadly precision.

you looked around after you were finished, and their jaws dropped — even yoongi’s. amazed, the guard handed you more knives to throw. yoongi began to admire more things about you. the way your hands flexed as you threw the knives, how your muscles and arms flexed even more when you threw them. yoongi felt a blush rise to his ears as he wondered what else you could do with your hands....

he shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts once he saw you coming over. “i didn’t know you were good with knives.” he voiced, nudging you a little. “yeah, it was my occupation before. i was a bounty hunter, so i’m good with knives, guns, bows, and a lot of other tools.” you said with a slight laugh. “it’s nightfall. i hadn’t realized.” he mumbled, “would you like to sleep?” he asked, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible.

“yes, actually. i’m still slightly overwhelmed, so i’m sure some sleep should calm me down.” you said, following his movements as he stood up. you still didn’t know your way around the palace, so you let yoongi lead you. when the both of you made it to the bedroom, you were still in awe at how grand it was.

“i realize you don’t have any sleeping clothes, would you like to sleep in my shirt and a pair of briefs?” he asked, not wanting you to be uncomfortable. “yeah, that’ll be fine until tomorrow.” you tell him, going to get the things from his closet. he goes into the bathroom as you change, going to change into his comfortable clothes himself.

once he comes back, he’s removing the extra pillows from the bed. “tomorrow will be even more overwhelming, so i apologize for that.” he says, peeling back the sheets. “with the crowing, the kingdom meetings, and a lot of other things.” he explains.

you begin to get into the bed with him, facing him as the both of you talked. “everyone will be wanting to know what my next moves are with you as my empress.” he sounded tired already at just the thought of all the activities for tomorrow. “maybe it’ll go by fast, and besides, now it won’t be so boring because i can keep you company.” you attempt to soothe him. he smiles, and you yawn. “sorry.” you apologize. “don’t be sorry. we have a long day ahead of us, get some rest.” he tells you before leaning over to turn off the light. the both of you laid like that for a while, comfortable silence surrounded the both of you. it wasn’t awkward as it probably should’ve been; yoongi made you feel comfortable.

you drifted off to sleep first, cute little snores leaving you mouth. yoongi, however was up, as thoughts of previous events filled his head. he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you handled the knives, how dominant and strong you looked at you did it, how your hands and muscles flexed. he tried to rid himself of those thoughts, but instead went to sleep thinking of you.

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you woke up to the sound of whimpering and whining, an arm around you, and something pressed against your thighs. you blinked your eyes open to see yoongi, rutting pathetically on your thigh. he seemed to still be sleep as he whimpered, and continued to grind.

being your lip, you contemplated in your head. ‘should i do something...?’ you were reluctant as you gently pushed him on his back, looking intently as he continued to sleep. you were about to touch him but stopped all your movement when you heard your name fall from his lips. “y-y/n...” he mumbled again, hips subtly bucking into the air. “he’s thinking of me?” you thought, a smirk crossing your face.

“yoongi..” you say, leaning close to his ear as you trailed a single finger down his arm. his eyes fluttered open, and almost instantly, he began to blush. “i saw you were having a good dream.” you teased, watching as he got even more red. “i’m so, so sorry i-“ he began to apologize. “what were you thinking about that has you like this, baby boy?” you asked, hands roaming further and further down. he continued to stay silent. “you gripped his jaw with your freehand. “i believe, i asked you a question.” you told him. in that moment, he felt so incredibly small as you touched him. “i-i was thinking about you.” he finally admitted.

“thinking of me doing what?” you continued to tease. “t-thinking of you t-touching me.” he said. you let your hands go to his boxers, cupping him through the material, and he groaned. the red blush never left his cheeks as he hid his face. “was i touching you here?” you asked, palming him slowly. “y-yes, fuck-“ he cursed, hips already bucking into your hand. he whimpered, and you felt the front of his boxers become wet with precum.

you pulled down his boxers, and from there his cock stood at attention. it was glistening with precum as more and more dribbled down in small beads. “please?” it was yoongi’s voice as he pleaded for you to do something. deciding not to tease him any farther, you wrap a hand around him, leisurely moving it up and down. the moment your hand touched his cock, he moans so heavenly.

“k-kiss me, please?” he asked, timely, hips moving into your fist. you decide to reward him and give him what he wants, leaning down to attach your lips with his. your lips moved in soft rhythm, there was a fight for dominance, he allowed you to do what you wanted. he moaned and whimpered into your mouth as he got closer. you pulled away, moving kisses from his lips to his neck, immediately sucking hickies into his skin.

“please, y/n. i’m so slose.” his voice was so whiny and pleading. “you can come whenever you want.” you told, him, hand moving faster to bring him to the edge quicker. his cock twitched in your hand, and on,y moments later, he came. “thank you, thank you, thank you.” he mumbled, hips still grinding against your hand, cum getting on the small of his stomach and your upper hands.

you let him ride out his orgasm, and pulled away. yoongi immediately hid his face. you reached over him,and grabbed some tissues to clean the both of you up with. you removed his soiled shirt, and pulled him close to you as he hid his face in your neck.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, soothing his back. “i had a wet dream about you, and you were forced to help me.” his words were muffled, but you understood them. “it’s okay baby, and trust me. i wouldn’t have helped you if i didn’t want to.” you told him. pulling away so he’d look at you. the blush on his cheeks was going down slowly. “you don’t mind me being submissive?” he asked, moving closer to cuddle with you. “of course not. i like the subby side of you.” you admitted,he simply smiled against your skin.

“go to sleep now, yoon, we have 5 hours until our meetings.” you tell him and kiss his forehead. you lean over to turn off the light, and pulled yoongi closer to you as you drifted asleep with him laying comfortably in your arms.

#bts #dom!reader #fluff #smut #sub!bts #sub!idol #kpop smut #sub!yoongi #rap line #sub!kpop #suga #yoongi #min yoongi smut #kingdom au #emperor #emperor au #ambw #bts ambw

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basicallywhiterice · 5 years ago

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Sugar quills: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader

Spinoff drabble here!

Genre: Harry Potter!au, Hogwarts!au, Slytherin!Donghyuck x Ravenclaw!reader, friends to lovers, one second of angst, fluff

Warnings: Cursing, like two dirty jokes

Word count: 5.5k

Summary: Sugar quills are sweet, but a certain Slytherin boy is sweeter.

a/n: Social distancing sucks, and you can suck on sugar quills, so here’s a Hogwarts au! (Not sure that metaphor worked lmao) This was originally going to be 2k at most, but I got carried away... I’m also emotionally invested in a very ambitious Mark Lee fic, so keep an eye out for that, too. Stream Kick It, and enjoy!

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The Yule Ball is next week, which means that you are in dire need of a dress. Of course, you could’ve ordered a dress weeks ago, but you run on procrastination like Jaemin runs on coffee. Besides, you only made the executive decision to go to the ball with your friends a few hours ago. Even if you don’t have a date (yet, although you’re working on that), it’s your 7th year at Hogwarts and last chance to attend, so fuck societal norms.

Right now, you’re strolling the streets of Hogsmeade, admiring the snowy trees and searching for a dress store that sells muggle styles like the ones you saw in magazines as a kid. You stop to peer into Honeydukes to see if they have any more sugar quills when a snowball hits your back.

“Hey!” You spin around to face a grinning Donghyuck, or Haechan, as he insists the teachers and students call him (they don’t). He’s carrying a gigantic bag of sweets in his left hand, making you wonder how he made a snowball in the first place. You relax once you see him, weighing your options. Sure, you could pull out your wand and dump a pile of snow on him, but that would be unnecessarily cruel. Plus, even after seven years at Hogwarts, you’re a muggle-born at heart and are still occasionally surprised by how easy and accessible magic is. Finally settling on pelting him in the nose with a leftover chunk of snow, you pretend to be annoyed even though you secretly have the urge to kiss his scrunched nose.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t y/n, the second-fastest person in our year to learn Apparition.”

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Thonghyuck, who only brags about being able to Apparate first because that’s the only thing he’s good at.” (It’s not. Donghyuck is good at a lot of things, including being smart and enthusiastic and good-looking and just… him… but you don’t tell him that unless he’s feeling down. Wouldn’t want to boost his ego even more.)

“Touché. What are you doing?” He falls in step beside you, bumping your shoulders together as you try to avoid slipping by leaning into his side.

“What does it look like? I’m walking.” You wait until he sighs and stops ramming into your side. “I’m trying to find a muggle-style dress for the Yule Ball.” For the tenth time today, you wonder if he has a date. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Luckily, you managed to find out from Jaemin, Jeno, and Renjun that he doesn’t after ten minutes of them teasing you.

Donghyuck darts in front of you, grabbing your shoulders while his Honeydukes bag knocks against your arm, and practically shouts, “You have a date???”

You stare into his comically wide eyes. “Um, no?” He lets go of your shoulders but stays rooted to the ground, staring at you. You cross your arms defensively. “Even if I did, you don’t have to be so surprised about it.”

He shakes his head so vigorously that you worry he’ll give himself a concussion. And then his dramatic, sassy facade fades away to reveal his more authentic side. “No! I wasn’t surprised, I was just kind of shocked. I mean, I wasn’t expecting that. I mean, um… sorry.”

You’re grateful that the snow falls on your cheeks to alleviate the burning, but you feel an internal sting that you don’t think is caused by the cold. “You sure have a way with words.” Sidestepping him, you tug his hand so he keeps walking. “Why do you have twice as much candy as you normally buy?” You hope you sound nonchalant as you ask, “Are you bribing someone to go to the ball with you?” When he continues walking, you let go of his hand and stare straight ahead.

Your feelings toward Donghyuck aren’t crystal clear to you, but you know three things. Number one: you like him more than a friend. Number two: you were hoping to ask him to the Yule Ball. And number three: you’d be devastated if he went with someone else.

“I want to do a kind of promposal, since we’ll never go to prom and I only have one more chance to ask her. And we only have one more opportunity to go to this ball.”

You can tell he’s nervous, and your heart softens for him even as it hardens with jealousy. “I’m sure she’ll love it, Hyuck.” Normally, you would pester him and question who the unlucky girl was, but your heart’s not in it today.

Your words seem to give him some of his usual exuberance back. “Thanks. What stores are you going to? I wanna come with you.”

“Since when have you been interested in women’s dresses?”

He laughs at this, actually grabbing your elbow and turning to look at you. You’re disheartened after hearing about his plans to ask someone to the ball, but his laughter is so contagious that you unconsciously crack a smile. “I mean, if you’re interested in them, then I guess I am. But I’m looking for a suit. I don’t feel like wearing dress robes for an entire night.”

“I guess we’ll both be breaking dress code, then.”

“I like the sound of that. Breaking dress code, together.”

And then you forget about his potential dance partner. Despite occasionally being a dumbass, you’re not dense—you hope it’s you, and it wouldn’t be a huge stretch if it was. But you don’t want to ask in case it’s not, and in this moment, you don’t care. Nobody can take away the happiness this moment with Donghyuck gives you.

•••

Later, after Donghyuck demands that you show him all the dresses you’ve tried on and you demand that he presents all the suits he’s picked, you finally settle on a dress. It’s an elegant ball gown, a deep midnight black with silver designs embroidered into the floor-length skirt.

“I think this is the one, Hyuck.”

“Show me, and tell me what you think of this suit.”

You step out of the dressing room, and your jaw drops to the floor. Donghyuck always looks good, but this suit does wonders for him. He wears a low silver vest underneath a rich black suit, exposing a neatly buttoned dress shirt (basically his suit in Boom). His soft brown hair is parted to one side, exposing his forehead. He stops fiddling with a silk green tie once you stop next to him, leaving one hand at the knot of his tie while the other rests in his trousers pockets.

He looks so beautiful, you might cry.

Thankfully, he speaks before you have the chance to start sobbing. “You look amazing.” He casts an appreciative glance from head to toe.

This is fine. This heart rate is normal. “Thanks. This suit makes you look like a god.”

He steps closer, sets a gentle hand on your waist, and turns you to face a wall mirror. “Look,” you suddenly realize. “We’re matching. The silver in my skirt matches your vest.”

He leans toward you and places his lips near your ear. “No blue? That’s not very Ravenclaw of you.” You hope he can’t see goosebumps forming on your skin.

Slowly, you turn your entire body to face him. You’re inches apart, so close that your noses would brush if you leaned in. “I guess I’ll have to wear that blue necklace you got me. Wouldn’t want to let my house down.”

After what seems like an eternity of the two of you just standing there, ogling each other, he steps away, smoothing out his perfectly-ironed suit. “I think I’m getting this suit.”

“I think I’m getting this dress, too.” You hurry back into your dressing room, face uncomfortably hot and hands uncontrollably jittery. Thank goodness you already have a pair of heels in your dorm, because you’re not sure walking would be possible after that encounter.

•••

It’s Sunday, which also means the Yule Ball is six days away. You spend the day cooped up in your room, the library, and various houses’ commons rooms doing homework and scribbling out essays. When the clock hits seven, you call it a day and start focusing on more pressing issues.

“Seulgi, do I even ask Hyuck to the ball at this point? He’s planning a whole-ass promposal for someone, and there probably wouldn’t be a point in asking.”

Seulgi rolls over on your bed to face you, wearing a look of pure judgement. “Bitch, I thought us Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart.”

“Hear, hear!” Yeri pipes up from her bed, temporarily abandoning her white nail polish. You eye the bottle warily. It wouldn’t be the first time Yeri has spilled something on her bed. “Y/n, I know your one braincell is probably tired, but can you please tell it to think?”

You almost throw your stuffed Niffler at her, but choose to smash your face into it instead. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you don’t need to ask him because Donghyuck is asking you,” Wendy explains, not looking up from her journal.

“I mean, I hope he does, but you don’t know that,” you admit sadly, your words muffled by your Niffler plush.

Wendy scoffs. “You dumb bitch.”

“Be careful, Voldemort might be manipulating you with that journal,” you fire back.

“Y/n, you love to be in denial, but it’s pretty obvious that you and Donghyuck—Haechan, whatever, I don’t even know at this point—you two have a thing going on,” Seulgi speaks slowly, like you’re a preschooler who doesn’t have common sense. Which would honestly be pretty fair, but you’d like some proof that Donghyuck reciprocated your feelings.

You open your mouth, but Wendy cuts you off. “Don’t.” You stare in wonder as she continues journaling without even looking up to see your actions. “It’s not like you don’t have common sense. You got Yeri a date to the ball while she was being a coward—”

“Hey! I was not being a coward, I was being cautious!” Yeri sighs. “Great, I just messed up my nail,” she complains before flipping Wendy off with her smeared middle finger. She carefully picks up her wand and vanishes the offending nail polish.

“Anyways, you have common sense, you just never use it for yourself,” Wendy finishes. She finally looks up and her face softens when she sees the concern evident in your features. “Sweetie, you’re hanging out tonight, right? Just the two of you? Wouldn’t that be the perfect opportunity for him to ask you?”

“But we do that every week. Well, that’s also a good thing, but it doesn’t mean anything will happen tonight.”

Seulgi rests a hand on your shoulder. “Girl, we aren’t getting your hopes up. Don’t overthink it.”

You look around your dorm, grateful beyond words. “Thank you.” The three of them smile back at you, radiating nothing but encouragement and positivity.

“So what time are you meeting him tonight?”

“In fifteen minutes. Shit! I have to get ready!”

•••

You forgot to buy sugar quills on Saturday.

You realize this because you’re pacing around Ravenclaw’s common room, trying to steel your nerves, when you think fuck it, I need a drink. But the Three Broomsticks doesn’t sell alcohol to Hogwarts students and you’ve never really had a drink before, so your mindset changes to fuck it, I need a sugar quill. So you go back to the dorms to get a sugar quill, and you’re halfway up the stairs when you realize that you didn’t go to Honeydukes yesterday because you didn’t want to risk ruining your gorgeous dress. That’s when you hear Donghyuck yelling at the eagle knocker, and that’s when your mind goes fuck.

You race down the steps—catching yourself before you fumble over the last one—and open the door. “Hyuck, it’s not alive. Arguing with it won’t do anything.”

He still looks so beautiful that you might cry, but he looks softer compared to when he was in a suit. Warmer. Fluffier. His hair is messy and falls into his eyes, and he’s enveloped in a green Slytherin sweater.

“I was being a gentleman and telling it off for being pervy, so at least I was doing the right thing.”

“What?”

“It asked ‘what gets wetter the more it dries?’ And then I lectured it about being wet in a school full of minors.”

You laugh and step outside, closing the door to protect the ears of innocent first-year Ravenclaws. “It’s a sponge, Hyuck. The answer was a fucking sponge.”

“I know, but what’s the fun in that?” He grabs your hand and laces your fingers together and your brain short-circuits. Well, this is bolder than what he usually does, but no complaints. “C’mon, I planned something that I think you’ll like.”

He guides you down Ravenclaw Tower’s spiral staircase and the only response you can come up with is “I like whatever I’m doing as long as I’m with you.” Your_Brain.exe may have stopped working, but once it restarted—confident and flirty mode: activated.

Donghyuck stops and turns in front of you, facing you so that you’re one step taller than him. Since you’re finally taller than him, you’re about to comment on this height difference and question what he’s doing when he asks, “What about doing me? Would you like that?”

You let go of his hand and rest your hands behind his neck. “Take me out to dinner first, loverboy.”

His bemused expression is priceless, like he wasn’t expecting you to answer so quickly. Or at all. “Come on, Hyuck,” you brush past him as he gapes at you. “I thought you were taking me somewhere fun?” you ask when you reach the bottom of the stairs. He hasn’t moved an inch, and you giggle when he finally makes it down the steps.

You reach for his hand when he stops next to you, beaming when he raises your interlocked hands to his mouth and presses a light kiss on your knuckles. “I am, although I’m afraid it’s not out to dinner. Maybe next time.” And just like that, he whisks you off again.

You’re being bold tonight. To be honest, you have no idea where all of this flirty banter is coming from in your mind. Maybe Seulgi, Yeri, and Wendy boosted your confidence. Maybe you regret not doing something in the dress shop. Maybe Donghyuck never holds your hand, meaning he’s definitely up to something (and you hope with all your heart that he planned a promposal for you), but he always looks at you with this kind of adoration and tenderness and you only realized it now.

Maybe you’re both being bold tonight.

Donghyuck stops in front of a wall on the seventh floor. You glance over at him quizzically, but he closes his eyes and looks concentrated, so you just admire his side profile instead. A door appears out of nowhere and he opens his eyes.

“How did you summon a door? Did I miss this lesson in Transfiguration?”

“I didn’t summon it, it’s kinda weird. It’s called the Room of Requirement, and it appears with what you need on the inside. Only a few people know about it. Pretty cool, right?”

“I’ve never heard of that before. I wanna see what it’s like in there.”

Your free hand moves toward the doorknob, but Donghyuck stops you. “Wait.” He envelopes your hand with his free hand and hesitantly meets your eyes. “You haven’t… found a date to the ball since yesterday, right?”

You smile so hard that your face hurts, but you can’t stop. “Of course not. I have pretty high standards for my date to my last Yule Ball, you know. He has to ask me with a promposal to show that he’s a man of culture.”

He beams, and the sun is suddenly jobless. He lets go of your hands, opens the door, and bows. “After you, m’lady.”

The room’s lights are off. Donghyuck enters after you, shutting the door and plunging the room into complete darkness. A spotlight turns on after a few seconds, illuminating the center of the room.

You laugh when you see what spotlight shines on. A group of sugar quills floats in mid-air, spelling out the word “quill.” Below, a sign framed with a dozen or so writing quills reads “you go to the ball with me?” Read together, the display asks: “Quill you go to the ball with me?”

Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun emerge from the sides and you lean over from laughing too hard. Jaemin has a white feather stuck in his hair, while Jeno is full-out dressed in a quill costume, complete with wisps of what looks like white yarn adorning his sides. Renjun looks very thankful to be wearing regular clothes.

The three of them approach you. Jeno and Jaemin go to your sides, each carrying a quill in a quill holder. Jeno’s holder contains a sheet of paper that says ‘yes’, while Jaemin’s holder contains a sheet of paper saying ‘no’. Renjun steps in front of you and holds an inkwell between the two trays.

Donghyuck stands behind Renjun with a piece of parchment above his head. The paper has two boxes reading ‘yes’ and ‘no’.

You don’t hesitate to take Jeno’s quill, dipping it in Renjun’s inkwell. The three boys step aside, allowing you to walk toward Donghyuck, who lowers the parchment to mid-chest level so you can check your answer easily.

You don’t check either box at first. Instead, you implore with a warm smile: “If I delay this, do I get to see Jeno in his quill costume longer?”

Jeno groans. “I lost a round of rock, paper, scissors and I’m trying to be a good wingman. Check the box already, y/n.”

So you mark the ‘yes’ box. Donghyuck’s smile makes you feel like you’re the only people in the room and you step closer, ready to press a kiss to his cheek and maybe somewhere else too—

The moment is interrupted by the other boys’ cheers. Jeno takes off his quill costume and throws it at Donghyuck, yelling, “I told you she would say yes!” Turning toward you, he starts to expose Donghyuck explain. “He was so nervous before this, that was the only reason I wore that stupid thing, you should’ve seen him—”

“He asked us to be here instead of just enchanting the quills and inkwell and stuff because he needed our moral support,” Jaemin cuts in, pulling Donghyuck away from you and into a headlock. He fusses with Donghyuck’s hair and coos at his flushed face.

“This boy is so whipped,” Renjun not-so-inconspicuously whispers to you. Giving your lovestruck expression a quick glance, he adds, “and so are you.”

Donghyuck wrestles Jaemin off of him and pulls you away from Renjun, wrapping you in his arms and pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “Just because I’m not in Gryffindor with Jaemin doesn’t mean I’m not brave.”

You rest your head in the crook of his neck, content.

When Donghyuck walks you back to Ravenclaw’s dorms after curfew, he holds your hand again. You both attempt to keep your voices down to avoid Filch, but honestly, you don’t care at this point. After you reach the top of Ravenclaw Tower, you both stop, awkwardly wondering what to do next.

You break the silence. “Thanks for all these sugar quills.” You hold up the bag of quills he gifted you, giving it a little shake. “How did you know my hidden stash ran out?”

“I kind of kept distracting you on the way back from Hogsmeade yesterday so you didn’t get any from Honeydukes. Did you like the whole… promposal? I wasn’t sure if you wanted to go with me or someone else, but you seemed kind of jealous after I mentioned taking someone yesterday? Like I don’t want to pressure you into anything…”

You place the bag of sugar quills on the ground and place a hand on the side of his face. He stops talking. “The girls were making fun of me for being dumb, so I guess we’re dumb together. I liked the promposal, Hyuck.” You wait a beat longer before adding, “I like you.”

When Seulgi tells you ‘I told you so’, Yeri cheers that everyone in your dorm has a date to the ball, Wendy shakes her head with a knowing smile, and all three press you to spill the tea later that night, you won’t be able to tell them who started it or how it happened. All you know is that one moment, you and Donghyuck are standing there, not moving, and in the next moment, you’re kissing.

Your mind goes blank, but you react immediately, leaning into him and kissing him back. It’s soft and sweet and completely natural. There are no butterflies in your stomach, but a warm feeling of utter happiness fills you. You let go of Donghyuck’s hand to curl an arm around his neck, and he rests his hands on your waist, tugging you closer. You sigh into the kiss and thread your fingers through his hair. It’s over as suddenly as it started, but this time, there’s no awkwardness when you look at Donghyuck.

Standing there, with his face basking in the light from the torches and his arms around you, he looks like a dream come true.

You pick up your bag. “Goodnight, Donghyuck.” You press your lips to his again, briefly.

He pulls you in for one final kiss before stepping back. “Goodnight, y/n.”

•••

Donghyuck spends much more time with you in the days leading up to the Yule Ball. He takes you to visit the Room of Requirement when you ask him, cuddles with you while you read through your Potions notes, and always gives you goodnight kisses when he walks you back to your dorm. Of course, you try to avoid flaunting these displays of affection in front of other people. You wouldn’t want to be that couple who makes out in public.

But that’s the problem. You have no idea if you’re a couple or not. He hasn’t said if he’s liked you back, and he hasn’t even mentioned taking you out on a date yet. You don’t say anything because you’re trying not to rush things, but come Friday, when you slip into your ballgown, you’re still not sure what your relationship is with him.

You do Yeri’s hair as Wendy does your hair as Seulgi does Wendy’s hair as Yeri does Seulgi’s hair. Yeri casts a spell to make Seulgi’s hair form a heart on top of her head and you giggle, prompting her to turn around, suspicious. “Quit moving,” Yeri complains, cheeky as ever. “I can’t make your hair pretty if you’re always moving around.”

“I’m already pretty,” Seulgi retorts, but stays still. You couldn’t agree more.

Wendy did an amazing job with your hair, which is voluminous and silky and tied half-up with a piece of green silk that matches Donghyuck’s tie. It frames your face, and when you finish applying your makeup, you feel like a Disney princess. It’s times like these when you’re thankful you splurged on your shared full-length mirror. “Ooh, I look fabulous.” Looking around the room, you feel the need to amend your statement. “We all look fabulous.”

“Yes the fuck we do!” calls Yeri.

After you slip on your heels and put on your blue necklace, you’re ready. You take tons of pictures as you wait for your dates to show up, and your poses get more outlandish as time goes on. Seulgi is attempting to sit in a middle split and persuading Wendy to try it with her when your dates arrive.

You help Seulgi to her feet as Suho, a fellow Ravenclaw, approaches her. She pushes you toward Donghyuck, and that’s when you get your first good look at him.

He’s as stunning as ever, looking even better than he did in the dress shop. His hair is slicked away from his forehead (no fortune cookie hair for this event!), making his face appear sharper, his nose more prominent and his jawline more defined. You can see hints of glittering eyeshadow on the edges of his eyelids.

He pulls you close by your waist, plants a kiss on your nose, and lifts your necklace. “Pretty.”

You give his shoulder a light shove. “Me or the necklace?”

“Can’t it be both?”

“No, because you picked out the necklace, so you’re biased toward it.”

He sighs dramatically. “Well, I guess I can’t be biased toward you, because no matter how lovely I think you are, you blow me away every time I see you.”

You blush. “Thanks. You look very handsome tonight.”

“Only tonight?” He doesn’t let you out of his embrace, pouting, until you peck his cheek. You slip your hand into the crook of his arm and descend down Ravenclaw Tower’s stairs.

“You always look handsome, but you knew that already.”

“Fair point. Oh!” He stops you. “I almost forgot. Here,” he fishes around in his pockets and pulls out a small bouquet of flowers, “is your corsage. You know, since this is kind of prom.”

You extend your wrist and he slides the navy blue flowers with dark green leaves on. He hands you his boutonniere for you to place in his lapel. “I love it, Donghyuck. Did you pick this out with our house colors in mind?”

“Yeah. I charmed it to match with your necklace, too. See?”

“You’re so thoughtful, Hyuck.” You’re pretty sure you have heart eyes right now, but no one else is around to tease you about it.

You reach the Great Hall. Yeri pulls you toward the entrance for group pictures, and after she gets them, she pushes you away to take individual pictures with Renjun.

“You’re welcome! Without me, you would’ve been a dateless coward!” You tease Yeri, who sticks her tongue out at you. Renjun blushes and directs her attention back to Seulgi and Taeyong, the designated photographers. “Do you wanna get pictures now or later?” you ask Donghyuck.

“How about later? The staff dance is about to start, and I want to see McGonagall and Flitwick together.”

McGonagall and Flitwick turn out to be surprisingly elegant dancers. Flitwick charms his shoes to levitate in mid-air and he glides along with minimal effort.

The first students’ dance follows the staff dance, and waltzing with Donghyuck is magical. After countless other dances, your feet start to hurt. He leads you to a table, makes sure you’re comfortable, and leaves to get you some punch.

You kick off your heels (stream Kick It) and transfigure them into a pair of much more comfortable flats. As you slip them back on, Seungmin, a fellow Ravenclaw in your year, sits down next to you.

“Hi y/n! How’s your night been?”

“Hey Seungmin! It’s been wonderful so far. I can’t believe I was stressing about finding a date just a week ago. How are you liking the ball so far?”

“It’s been pretty fun. We dared Hyunjin to ask Sprout to dance, and he’s over there asking her right now,” he points toward the staff’s table. Sure enough, Hyunjin has his hands clasped around Sprout’s right hand, pleading her to dance with him. “By the way, I can’t believe Donghyuck took so long to ask you. I’m sure you would’ve found a date earlier, but there’s obviously an unspoken rule about you being Donghyuck’s girl, and I doubt very many people would want to be on the receiving end of one of his hexes.”

Well, this is news to you. “I had no idea—oh shit,” you exclaim as Sprout stands up from her seat. Hyunjin escorts her to the dance floor. “He really did that.”

Seungmin shakes his head in disbelief. “I have to get this on camera.” He stands up, then realizes that he’s cutting your conversation short. “Oh, sorry—”

You wave him off. “Go record him. Send me a video when you get it.”

“Thanks, y/n. Have fun!”

“You too!” You wave as he disappears from sight. As if on cue, Donghyuck materializes by your side.

“You changed your shoes,” he notes, handing you a glass of punch. You down it in one go, suddenly jittery. How long has everyone shipped you with him? “Dang. You wanna get out of here?”

You clear your throat. “Yeah, that’d be awesome. Can we go to the Room of Requirement?”

“Of course. Gimme a sec.” He tips back his head and finishes his punch, and you’d never admit it but you stare at his neck for an embarrassingly long amount of time. You stand up, still staring. He notices but doesn’t comment on it, taking your cup and throwing it away with a cheeky smile instead. He rests an arm around your waist when he returns, dipping his head to plant a kiss on your temple. “Ready?”

You nod. “What do you want the room to have?”

“Maybe a bed…” He laughs at your unamused expression. “Kidding. Besides, I haven’t taken you out to dinner yet, remember?”

“You little shit. Speaking of food, how was the snack bar?”

“It was pretty good. You want to come back later for snacks?”

“Maybe. I think I’ll survive for now.” You turn to look at him. “You know, since you’re the only snacc I need.”

•••

Donghyuck wishes for a balcony, you wish for scented candles, and the room gives you a balcony lined with candles. It even scatters a few flower petals on the parapet as a finishing touch.

“Classy,” Donghyuck remarks as you both step onto the ledge. He stands facing you, leaning forward so your foreheads touch.

You take a deep breath, smooth your hands down his suit, and summon some Gryffindor-level bravery. “Earlier, Seungmin said something about how I was your girl. The funny thing is, I don’t remember you asking me to be your girlfriend.”

He freezes. “Did I not ask you? Shit, I forgot.” He takes a step back, eyes wide. His hands fly up to massage his temple. He starts pacing while running his hands through his hair, muttering a string of curse words and the occasional ‘how did I forget’.

“Hyuck,” you laugh, relieved. You reach for his shoulders, trying to calm him down. He stops walking but keeps ruffling his hair with a distraught expression, his eyes flickering from your face to the side to the ground. “Donghyuck,” you say again. Slowly cupping his face, your gaze roams his face, taking in his full cheeks and sloping nose before stopping on his lips. As you flick your eyes up to meet his, you smile. “It’s ok if you forgot, just ask me now.”

He swallows. In that moment, snow falls outside, and you fall even harder for the boy standing in front of you. His hands grasp yours and remove them from his face. Then he kneels down on one knee (a bit exaggeratedly in your opinion) and declares, “Y/n l/n, I’ve liked you since the day you visited me in the infirmary in fifth year. Actually, it was probably earlier than that, but that was when I finally accepted that I had a big fat crush on you.”

You remember that day. During a Quidditch game with Ravenclaw, a stray Bludger knocked him off his broom seconds after he caught the Snitch. He ended up in Madam Pomfrey’s care with a broken arm. You had visited him, worried half to death. Even as he teased you for caring about him, you made sure he was comfortable and didn’t have a concussion. When you left, you gave him a bag of his favorite lollipops from Honeydukes with a note that read ‘If you die, I’ll kill you. Get well soon xoxo <3 <3’. The lovey-dovey part was only written half-jokingly.

“And I know I’m an idiot for not telling you this sooner, but maybe I can be your idiot, so will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I’d love to.” He swoops down to kiss you firmly as soon as the words leave your mouth, and you respond by tugging him closer by his tie. The way he holds you makes you positively melt. You’re not the only lovestruck person on that balcony, though, because even when you pull away, Donghyuck refuses to let you go.

“I’m lucky to have you,” you admit.

“No, I’m the lucky one here.”

“I know, I’m quite the catch.” You wink and he laughs and he kisses you again and again and again.

Later, Donghyuck walks you back to your room so you can change and cuddle with him properly. You bring a sugar quill with you because a bitch is hungry and that bitch is you.

He steals your quill every five minutes so he can kiss you, but you don’t mind.

Sugar quills are sweet, but a certain Slytherin boy named Lee Donghyuck is sweeter.

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Lucifer (Obey Me!) - Prompt #7 - “May I have this dance?”

This is a repost, I deleted the other one, have fun reading!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VR-6AS0-l4 here’s some music to listen to while reading this :) Its what i listened to while writing it.

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The Devildom New Years Ball. It was the event of the year, besides Lord Diavolo’s birthday ball, this was the most famous event they had to offer. It would be an extravagant sight to see; there would be hundreds of demons dressed to the nines, there would be elegant decor, there would be live classical musicians, everything was to make it the most amazing affair possible. You didn’t know whether you should be excited or terrified. You’ve never been to a ball, let alone a ball run and attended by demons! Needless to say, you were nervous. It did help slightly that this year’s theme was Masquerade. You wouldn’t have to worry about being instantly recognized as one of the only two humans there. It was to start at 7:00 p.m. that night and it was currently noon as you and the brothers sat down to have lunch. It was all pleasant until Lucifer leaned towards you,

“By the way, MC, I need to have a talk with you about your recent grades.”

That’s when the immediate fear set in. While you knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm you physically, whenever he had a ‘talk’ with you it always felt like a punch to the gut. After you all finished your meal, you crept your way into his office. He handed you a midterm test with a big red D (lmao i need to stop writing like this) in the corner. Oh no. You looked it over and handed it back to him, you didn’t want to see it for another second.

Lucifer spoke with an emotionless face,

“MC, you don’t apply yourself. You’re smart and you know you’re smart, but just being smart can’t take you all the way. Your grade in Ancient Texts class has dropped significantly and I can’t see any reason why it should have done so other than you lollygagging about with my brothers. I appreciate that you’re good friends with them, but manage your time. If you fail this class, think of how it would make me look? I’m in charge of helping you through your studies and if you failed it would not only make you look incompetent, but me as well.”

Sheepishly you replied, “that class is just really hard, okay? I studied for the midterm a lot but I got a D on it and I didn’t know it would drop my grade by so much.”

He looked up from your near failure of a midterm with cold eyes, “Then expect it next time. You can leave now.”

You damn near ran out of his office to go straight to your room, being yelled at by Lucifer always made you feel horrible and it didn’t help that you had such a fondness of him. Meanwhile Lucifer sat leaned back in his chair, he didn’t like being harsh on you, he didn’t like being harsh on anyone he loved, and with you, it was different than simply loving you as a sibling. He decided to apologize for his harsh words and went to make the two of you some tea as a peace offering but was stopped when he heard your voice.

“UUUGH, BEEL MOVE!”

While lost in your thoughts as you rushed to your room, you slammed into Beel in the kitchen. He looked up at you with his puppy dog face. Shit, you just yelled at him, at this sweet giant who cared so much for you and would even let you have food off of his plate if you asked nicely! ‘MC what’s wrong with you today’, you thought.

“O-okay, I’ll move. Sorry MC.”

“Wait, Beel I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell it’s just that Lucifer was giving me a “polite talk” about my grades.”

“Oh,” His expression changed to one of pity, “in that case, I’m still sorry, but for you now.”

“Yeah, thanks, I just- I- ugh, you know, he said we’d have a talk about it but it was really him just talking to me and being as cold as the arctic… God, what a hard-ass.” Your feelings were flowing right out of your mouth as Beel stood listening and munching on some bread. Midway through your rant, Asmo walked in,

“Hey, MC! It’s already almost 2:00 so let’s get ready alreadyyyyy.”

You walked off with Asmo, feeling much better from talking to Beel – well, ranting to Beel. Pretty much all he did was eat bread and nod. You and Asmo got ready and to calm yourself fully, you took a hot bath with rose petals. After got out, Asmo helped pick out a dress to wear, it was a beautiful deep emerald colored silk gown with a mock turtleneck and a large diamond shaped cut-out on the back. It hugged your body perfectly and made you feel much better seeing yourself like this. Hmph, I’ll make Lucifer regret being mean to me when I show up looking like a damn movie-star, you thought as you finished off your look with bright red lipstick. Then, what Beel had said while you were letting off steam came to your mind.

~ “I almost did the same thing, but when I asked for help, he didn’t have a second thought and guided me through it, you know. And, MC, I know you’re mad and all and he’s a harsh person and… all, but I know that he cares a lot. He cares about all of us.” ~

You sighed, ‘I know he does.’

After you finished getting dressed, you helped Mammon and Levi put their ties on and told Levi that no, he could not wear a Goku mask to the ball, helped Satan choose which tuxedo coat he should wear, and practically forced Belphie and Beel into theirs. Lucifer had already left for Diavlo’s castle to help finish preparing. You grabbed your black mask, embellished with emeralds surrounding the eyes in a playful pattern, some lace, and a couple black feathers above the left eye and headed for the ball.

Once you got there, your nightmare scenario played out. You were swarmed with demons because, it turns out, they did notice you were a human.

“Why are you lookin’ so uncomfortable?” asked Mammon.

“Because I couldn’t be Goku…”

“Shuddup Levi! I was talkin’ to MC.”

You replied, “I thought that since it was a masquerade the demons wouldn’t be able to tell that I was human and I wouldn’t have to deal with the endless questions about the human world and the endless flirting from the succubi and incubi.”

“MC, they can SMELL you.”

Your face scrunched, “Mammon, ew! You didn’t have to say it like that!”

“Yeah,” said Levi, “you’re making us sound like some creepy ass shinigami lolololol.”

You three laughed loudly enough to catch Lucifer’s attention from across the ballroom. He hadn’t gotten the chance to go over and speak to you since he was making bland conversation with another high ranked demon, but when he saw how you looked, oh gosh… He didn’t have the strength to take his eyes off of you. The way you laughed so brilliantly, the light sparkling on you through the crystals of the chandelier, that cut-out on the back of your dress which exposed nearly your entire back. All he saw in this crowded room was you. The romantic music playing only heightened his desire to stride right over to you and sweep you off your feet, and that’s just what he set out to do,

“Excuse me,” he said to the demon he was speaking with and walked off in your direction. Just as he did that, the music began to speed up to a more jovial tune and those on the dance floor moved with it. He spent a good five minutes navigating through the sea of waltzing demonfolk and when he reached the other side, you were nowhere to be seen.

You stood in the garden looking at the Devildom night sky. You looked at the stars, they seemed to shine brighter down here. Thoughts ran around in your head, thoughts of home, thoughts of here, each of the brothers appeared in your mind. You loved them. When the word family came up, you thought about them, except for one, Lucifer. ‘Lucifer,’ you thought, ‘I wish I could know what you’re really like.’ The faint smell of lilac swirled from the blossoming flowers laid out by the gazebo to envelop you in its sweet scent. Your hair, done up in an elegant low bun with perfectly curled pieces dropping on the side of your face, was brushed by the wind. Walking out to the garden to get some air and clear his mind of you, Lucifer exited the ballroom and saw you standing there. Unknowingly his whole expression softened. He came up to you,

“Good evening, MC. I see that I’m not the only one in need of the solace this quiet garden provides.” You were torn from your thoughts,

“Hey Lucifer,” you said, mustering up a faint and fading smile.

His eyes trailed to your lips, “Mind if I join you?”

“I don’t mind.”

With the lack of conversation, the melody of leaves swaying in the wind filled your ears. Lucifer stood beside you, resting his elbows on the white marble balusters. He had to think of a way to break the icy barrier of his words earlier that day.

He cleared his throat,

“You know, Diavlo is a very professional demon, he’s smart and well organised, so nothing could have prepared me for hearing him shout “I love balls” when we were planning this event.

You burst into laughter, “wow, I didn’t peg you as the type to tell such raunchy jokes.”

With an impish smile he said, “I may be a “hard-ass” and “as cold as the arctic”, but I hold a jocose side occasionally,” He kept his eyes lightly focused on the lilac surrounding you two.

“Oh, you heard that then… I’m sorry Lucifer, I was angry and I shouldn’t have said those things, I mean, you just want me to try harder and-”

“No need to be sorry I’m well aware that they hold a certain amount of truth.” His smile faded. He looked up at you then back to the flowers, “though I would like it if, every once in a while, that I could be seen as my other qualities.”

You had no idea how to reply. You wanted to tell him that you did, but did you? Only a couple of hours ago you were insulting him. His red eyes, burning with emotion, shot up to yours, seeming to whisper to you, ‘please, don’t let the way I feel be a mistake.’

“Hm, sometimes I say too much, don’t I?”

You chuckled, “that we can agree on.”

Now he was laughing, you wished you could never stop seeing that.

“I want to say something else, or rather, ask something else. Do you suppose i should?”

You mirrored his impish smile from earlier, “Sure, why not?”

He stepped back, the Avatar of Pride bowed before you, hand held out, solemnly looking into your eyes and asking,

“May I have this dance?”

You felt the blush rise to your cheeks like a rose blooming in the spring.

“I can’t very well say no to that offer can I?”

He laughed, “of course not.”

You gladly grabbed his hand and he pulled you in. To the faint piano melody coming from the castle you began to dance inside the white marble gazebo. You moved together, swayed together, breathed together. It was romantic, it was extravagant, it was beautiful. The gentle breeze brushing against your cheeks, flowing its way to sway in his dark black hair. You could hardly believe this was happening, but you never wanted this dream-like dance to end. As far as either of you knew, the dance lasted for hours under the night sky with the moon and stars that seemingly cheered you on. You were together until everyone had gone home from the ball, but neither of you could care less. This moment was to be immortalized in your memories forever.

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Well, this is long as fuck sorry lmao

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